#DARK ending

[mlarty]

Daughter of Darkness 🌑 "Dark Lady, guide me to your victory. Your will shall be done. As sure as night will fall."

[mary-moongood]

Transformers One: bad ending AU

This idea for a gay and angsty AU came to me during the ride home after Transformers One and today, a whole month after I saw it, I finally get to share it with the internets

WARNING: HEAVY SPOILERS FOR TRANSFORMERS ONE

Everyone who has seen the movie already knows what happened in the climax: D16 accidentally shoots Orion after he stands between him and Sentinel, his original target, and D lets Orion fall to his death.

But in this universe Megatron sticks to his good side one last time as he keeps Orion’s dying body from falling into the abyss. He pulls him back up and embraces him, apologizing over and over for having shot him and trying to understand why he didn’t let him kill Sentinel. Before Orion can say anything though, his body turns gray and he goes limp. That’s when Megatron falls to the dark side. He blames Sentinel for Orion’s death and as his eyes finally turn red, he rushes to the false prime to kill him.  As Megatron rips Sentinel apart, he flashes back to all those moments he had shared with Orion in the past: working together in the mines, talking and joking with each other and even D yearning to ask Orion to become his mate and eventually his conjunx…   But now that would never be possible.

Megatron drops Sentinel’s remains and orders his supporters to destroy Iacon. Elita and Bee try to stop Megatron, but he overwhelms them both and rips Bee’s voice box out so they are forced to retreat with the miners. Megatron rises to power above the remains of what once was the Cybertronian capital with the high guard serving as his enforcers to keep order and wreck any attempt of uprising. Megatron also had Shockwave repair Orion’s body as much as he could, hoping to someday find a way to revive him. Meanwhile Elita and Bee become the leaders of a resistance of cogless miners (and some cogged citizens) to overthrow Megatron and reinstate peace...

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That would be the beggining of a very familiar civil war that would devastate Iacon and beyond. Eventually Bee and Elita would retireve Orion's body and would somehow bring him back as Optimus Prime (not sure how though so don't try to ask)

[autumnmobile12]

I’m suddenly very concerned about where Dr. Garaki’s notes and scientific journals are. He thought his Jaku City lab was well hidden, and went to great lengths to keep it hidden to the point even his own allies didn’t know where it was, so he probably kept his notes on all his experiments there.

So they were either confiscated by the heroes after the raid or completely destroyed after Shigaraki’s attack.

Personally, the latter is more likely to me because the alternative is they fell into the heroes' hands and I am not confident any government body would destroy ‘invaluable research’ on Quirks and the potential creation of super soldiers.

…

Pro Shouto: There’s been a rise in criminal activity lately and some of the Pros dispatched to deal with it are…wrong. Wrong in that there’s something off about them. I don’t know what it is, but they remind me of Nomu and I know that’s impossible because Garaki has been jailed for years. He can’t be behind this.

Dabi: *still imprisoned, still somehow alive* What happened to the good doctor’s notes, I wonder?

Pro Shouto: Confiscated. Destroyed.

Dabi: You sure? You burn them yourself?

Pro Shouto: …

Dabi: Why the silence, Shou? Is the society you fought for not to your liking?

Pro Shouto: I have to go.

Dabi: Come again soon. It’s fun to watch you squirm.

Pro Shouto: *to the attendant* My brother is ready to go back to sleep.

Dabi: Yes, back to dreaming with me. It’s nicer there, you know. So nice…

[silverspectre51]

DP: Dead Inside and Out

Amity Park, May 2008. Casper High graduation.

It had been an uneventful ceremony, made unique only by the school's odd mascot and the people themselves. Suddenly, as it neared a close, the lights went out and the large screens went to static. Just as quickly, the picture settled on three of the graduates, only they weren't wearing robes anymore.

Danny Fenton, Sam Manson, and Austin Kavanagh looked far different than they had as meager Freshmen. Of course, four years of bullying, ghost fights, and insufficient sleep will do that to you. Add on the rest of their trauma, and it was jarring to say the least.

Sam was dressed as darkly as she had ever been. Black leather, spikes, piercings, boots somehow even bigger than before. Her hair was longer, her makeup darker, and her expression a constant scowl. Her bass guitar was decked out to match.

Austin Kavanagh, once a genius technogeek, had joined his friends at the bottom of the class. He had always worn a black hoodie and shoes, but now his jeans were black too. Where once he was always seen in a bright yellow, Lion King shirt, he now wore a dull, gray, My Chemical Romance "Welcome to the Black Parade" tee. His dirty blond hair was chin length where it had once been close to a buzz, and a scruffy beard had started to grow. He proudly displayed a new silver ring as he sat behind a black drum set.

Danny was perhaps the biggest change of all. His big, blue eyes had dimmed, his hair was messy and shoulder-length, and he had grown a tidy, black chin beard. Blue jeans and red shoes were now black, as was the spiked, leather jacket he wore. His old NASA shirt now had a red circle with a line through it spray painted on. His nails were painted black, and he wore an even larger ring than his husband.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this will be the last-ever performance of The Rocking Dead!"

Everyone heard Danny's voice, but they were confused to say the least. This was the name of the town's resident superheroes-turned-rock band. Of ghost vigilantes- criminals- that the Guys in White had been pursuing for years. What did this mean?

"This one goes out to Dash and Paulina. Screw you."

The band launched into their newest song, MONSTERS. As the chorus started, they transformed into the aforementioned ghosts. However, these forms, too, had changed.

Phantom's suit was now kingly regalia, and the Drs. Fenton instantly recognized the Crown of Fire and the Ring of Rage. Spectre's (Austin's) similar suit was similarly replaced, only in a more high-tech fashion. Lastly, Nightshade was now decked out in armor befitting her position as the new Fright Knight.

As the song continued, several images flashed on screen, each lasting for a short time. The first was an image of Vlad Masters, the town's mayor, which labeled him as a Froot Loop. The second outed his secret identity as Vlad Plasmius, drawing outrage from the Drs. Fenton. The third was an image of Sam's parents and the message "Ida was a better parent than either of you." The fourth was an image of Austin's parents and the message "Where is your God now?"

The last was a picture of Jazz Fenton winking and the message "World's Best Mom." She and Austin's sisters smiled as they watched safely from Phantom's Keep. The Drs. Fenton screamed hate and profanity, as expected. Finally, the song ended, and Danny spoke in a close-up. His eyes glowed red as he spoke not with anger, but disappointment.

"This message is being broadcast worldwide. I am Phantom, King of the Infinite Realms. Four years ago, the United States Government declared war on the dead. I tried diplomacy, but they insist that we are not sentient. That we are inherently evil."

"They are wrong. It is the living who are evil, consumed by greed, lust, and power. This is your first and final warning: war is coming. There is no hope, no mercy, and no surrender. Only fate."

"Prepare to be destroyed."

[teenagedirt]

Her

Colby brock x reader

Warnings:cheating,lying, argument/yelling. DARK ENDING! reference to murder.

Note: I made up a chacter for the other girl, because I feel its weird to write colby cheating with girls he has explicitly said are just friends, also the same reason I don't write ship fanfic, only x reader.

Your pov

I walk straight into the door of mine and colby's shared apartments, fans had dmed me pictures of colby with my bestfriend, Miley, it wasn't just a normal picture, they were kissing. Silent tears run down my face as I slowly creep up the stairs towards our bedroom, I crack the door open to look inside. There she is, and there he is, now reality is really setting in, I hoped that maybe the pictures were edited, but no, he's making out with her all right. Fuck, there goes our relationship. I open the door the rest of the way, "so, I see you guys decided to get along, maybe in the wrong way, but you get along" I say, trying to stay calm, my voice cracks at the end of my statement.

Colby pulls his face away from here's to look at me. Miley stares at me in shock, I shake my head and walk in and begin to gather my things, hoping I wouldn't have to make a scene. "Y/N WAIT" colby shouts, okay I'm making a scene.

"WHAT!? WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY WANT AFTER MOST LIKELY FUCKING NY BESTFREIND!?" I yell Back, glaring at miley. Colby looks down,ashamed.

"I'm sorry y/n I really am, but he just looked so good that night" miley says, he sly smirk displayed on her face. My face twists into realization.

"The night I invited you over to Sam's for pizza night? YOU FUCKED MY BOYFRIEND!?" I yell, confused,heartbroken, and pissed.

"Yeah, he was pretty good too" miley says, a small smile still stuck in her face. Tears bubble in my eyes, I'm not sure out of the feeling of betrayal, or anger.

"Out, get out" miley didn't move a muscle, "I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT YOU WHORE!" I scream pointing to the door. She scoffs and leaves, colby stakes a few steps torwards me with his arms open, about to hug me. "Don't, fucking don't, you dont get to act like nothing happened, oh and you can thank your fans for letting me know." I star to cry harder as I throw my stuff into a duffle bag. "How long? How many times, how many times have you ditched me or sam, or kat for her?" I ask, honestly not wanting to fight, just wanting answers. He opens his mouth to answers but stays silent.

"Do you still love me?" He asks, a singular tear falling down his face. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

"Of course I still love you, how could I not, we've been together since highschool, but trusting you is a different matter, you know how long it takes me to trust somebody, and I trusted the both of you." I say, my voice wavers.

He nods and walks out. That was the last time I ever saw colby. I miss him dearly, it's not my fault, people say his blood is on my hands, it was, it sure was, but blood doesn't stain skin. If only they would find miley too, I'm sure they'd be surprised to see where I hid her.

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What did you guys think? I think this is the darkest thing I've ever written. Requests are open!

[pruneunfair]

Crazy idea for the villainess reverses the hourglass: what if instead of a happy fairytale ending we get a dark twist after Mielle is executed both she and Aria are sent back in time where the story started where they are doomed to continue fighting and getting eachother executed until they both reach the end alive?

[thezombieprostitute]

Tutoring

A/N: Written for @the-slumberparty​ this is my fourth entry for the Bingo card combining “college AU” and “bodyguard AU” (though I’m kinda cheesing it on the “college AU” part). Reader has no physical descriptions.

Warnings: School stress, implied kidnapping. This story is about 1700 words!

“Hi there, you must be Peter. I’m Y/N and I’ll be your literature tutor.” You shake the hand of the young man in front of you. He seemed so small but that was likely a combination of his seemingly shy nature and his giant bodyguard next to him. You’d been warned before agreeing to tutor Peter that his father, Tony Stark, was quite protective of him and he’d have a security detail. Your only requirement was that the bodyguard did not interfere with the tutoring. 

“Hi Y/N,” Peter shook your hand back, “thanks, again, for agreeing to this. I really have no idea what I’m doing with literature. I’m more of a math and science brain. Oh, and this is my bodyguard for the day, Ari.”

“Nice to meet you, too, Ari,” you extend your hand. He quickly shakes your hand, completely covering yours with his, before getting back into lookout mode. “And I understand what you mean, Peter. Today is going to be a sort of Session Zero, where we talk out your assignments, possible ideas and goals, and make sure we can actually work well together. Sound good?”

He nods ascent and you guide him to the library’s study room you had reserved. You’re glad he agreed to meet at your university’s library, you had some friends here who would look out for you and knew your signals if you needed a call for help. Tutoring was great practice for your education degree and the money was good enough but you knew to make safety a priority. 

The two of you get settled in the study room while Ari sets himself up a chair that puts himself between Peter and the door. He’s so massive you’re glad you reserved one of the larger study rooms. You’re definitely not worried about him interrupting the tutoring; he’s very much all business.

Your session with Peter goes very well. You work out a way to get his math and science interests integrated into the literature project with Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. 

“Why that one,” Peter asks.

“Fun fact, Lewis Carroll’s writings are still studied by Logicians. It’s not just word play or fantastical things in this book, there’s also plays on logic and mathematical references.”

Peter’s eyes go wide, “you’re kidding me!”

“Nope, and I think that you can do this project, literature analysis, whatever you want to call it, by looking at Alice’s Adventures through the lens of a mathematician or logician. Just please, please, please make sure to talk to your teacher about this. I’d hate for us to get almost done with everything only for them to say, ‘that’s not what I wanted.’ Okay?”

“Yeah, that makes sense. Okay, I’ll make sure to ask her at class on Monday.”

“And if she doesn’t give you a response right away, please do email her. Get some kind of paper trail going so she can’t say you never got hold of her. I’ve had bad experiences like this before.”

“Sure thing!” 

“I think this was a very successful Session Zero, Peter. What say we do this again next week?” Peter nods enthusiastically as you both pack up your things. “And thank you, Ari. I’ve had people promise to not interfere with sessions only to end up being nothing but an annoyance.” He nods and gives you a smile so charming you feel yourself almost melting.

Next week’s session you meet up with Peter at the study room but he’s not with Ari. 

“Hi Y/N! This is another of my bodyguards, James,” Peter is quick to explain. “Security detail gets switched up every now and then.”

You stand up and go to shake James’s hand, “well, as long as you also agree to not interrupt today’s session, we should get along just fine.” James nods his head and returns your handshake before moving between Peter and the door. He’s big and tall like Ari, but with short hair and light stubble where Ari had longer hair and full beard. James doesn’t take a seat and just stands there, seemingly not looking at anything. You look back and forth between him and Peter with a confused expression and Peter whispers, “he’s kinda hardcore on protection. Doesn’t believe in sitting while on duty.” You nod as though you understand but you can’t imagine opting to stand all day when chairs are available.

“Well, let’s get to it then,” you smile at Peter. “Did you get approval from your teacher on this?”

“She said she’d have to get back to me so I followed your advice and emailed her. Just to be safe.”

“Good call. So, where would you like to begin today’s session?”

After some time of discussing various passages that Peter had problems with he sighed and said, “I sometimes feel like I’m just not meant to understand literature. I tried reading things like The Hobbit, a kids book, and I couldn’t even get into it.”

“Neither could I the first several times I tried to read it,” you confessed. Out of the corner of your eye you could swear you saw James fidget. “And it took me a really long time to figure out why. It was Tolkien’s style of world-building.”

“Yeah,” Peter began, “like taking five pages to describe a door, right?”

“Actually, no.” Again, your attention is drawn to movement from where James is standing, but you continue with Peter. “You see, part of Tolkien’s world-building is including names, poems and songs ‘of old’ that are meant to tell the reader ‘this is an old world with lore and history.’ But for readers like me, and possibly you, it felt like I was starting a series with the fourth book and I had missed out on some required reading. I felt as though the names were people I was supposed to already know. It wasn’t until I read The Silmarillion that things really started to fall in place for me.”

“That makes a lot of sense,” Peter commented. “A lot of times literature feels like I’m missing pieces of the puzzle for the story to make sense, for me to see why it’s such a ‘classic’ or why it’s important.”

“Something to consider, if you’re up for it, is learning about the time period the book was written in. Not when it’s set in, because those aren’t always the same, but when it was written. It can really help explain a lot of those ‘this doesn’t make sense’ details.”

“It still feels like a lot of work to just understand a book,” Peter complains.

“But you’re not just understanding a book,” you reply. “You’re understanding a culture.”

Your discussion went on like that for the rest of the session, with no further movement from James’s section of the room.

The next session Peter showed up with yet another bodyguard. He looked apologetic when he told you, “this is Lloyd. He’s today’s security detail.”

“Nice to meet you, Cupcake,” Lloyd pulled you closer to him as he shook your hand. “I’ve heard nothing but good things from the other guys.” 

You try to back away from him. Between his handlebar mustache, aggressive body language and overpriced cologne, you knew he wasn’t going to make today’s session easy.

“Hello Lloyd,” you reply curtly. “Just to make sure, you are aware of the conditions for allowing you to sit with us for the tutoring session, yes?”

“I’m aware,” his smile grows, showing his teeth, “and I promise to try to abide. But it’s not my fault if I end up finding you distracting.” You give him an incredulous look and respond, “yes, yes it is. But if you become too much of a distraction you will have to stand outside the room or you’ll have to explain to Mr. Stark why today’s session got canceled.”

“Ooo, so bossy,” he leered. “I like ‘em bossy.” You roll your eyes and try to get the session started. 

It isn’t long until the small study room is full of Lloyd’s cologne and giving you a headache. Your mood is worsened by Lloyd’s constant fidgeting and frequent derisive noises and comments. You’re very tempted to cancel the session but Peter’s such a  good student and you want to do right by him. 

“So have you heard back from your teacher about this?”

“Yeah, finally got an email response saying she’s going to have to see a rough draft before she’ll approve.”

“A full rough draft? Not an outline or summary,” you ask. “That’s a lot of work and a ton of time you’ll never get back if she says no to this.”

“You could just bitch slap her into accepting,” Lloyd interjects. “Bitch slapping bitches always works.” Peter winces at his words and that’s the last straw for you. 

“So you’re saying it would work on you?” You do not hold back on your glare and the comment seems to catch him off guard.

“I’m no bitch.”

“Then why are you acting like a needy bitch boy who’s not getting enough attention? You were allowed here with the understanding that you do not interfere. And yet you’ve done nothing but annoy, distract and deride. So either you sit still, shut up and do your job or I slap you and see if your bitch slap theory holds.”

Both men look taken aback at your anger but you don’t stop staring down Lloyd until looks away with a “yes, ma’am.” You turn back to Peter, smile, and continue to talk out how to handle his teacher while working on the project. 

As the weeks go by you’re grateful to never see Lloyd again. Peter alternates between Ari and James for the rest of your sessions and, when it’s finally time, you’re almost sad to say goodbye to the kid. Ari even gives you a giant smile and says he owes you one. Apparently your session with Lloyd was the last straw and they were finally able to get him fired. You were happy to help and only one bad session out of a semester’s worth of tutoring was your best record thus far. Now you could focus on your own finals, you were just a couple weeks away from getting your degree and wanted to finish strong. 

You were so caught up in finals stress that you didn’t notice someone following you until you were grabbed with a rag pressed into your face. The smell is strong and you find yourself passing out quickly. The last thing your brain registers is the too strong stench of overpriced cologne and someone whispering the word, “bitch” into your ear.

[twistedbunni]

I'm Sorry It Ends Like This

A/N: contains spoilers from about manga ch. 114 on just to be safe. Reader's death at the hands of Mikey, quite literally. Angst with a little sprinkling of love/affection. Little messed up in the head kinda talk/writing towards the end so ⚠️ (I didn't know if it'd warrant a dead dove warning or not but tagged as such)

Summary: Mikey pays you a final visit before heading off to the ruins, in order to say goodbye and tie up long forgotten loose ends. You both reminisce on the past and the man that once was Shinichiro Sano, your childhood crush.

Your tv was on, set to some random news channel that was currently broadcasting about another murder that had recently occured. You in all honestly were only half listening to the words being spoken by the broadcasters, sitting at your kitchen table on the verge of disassociating with the only thing keeping you tied to reality being the hot mug in your hands and the occasional mention of a familiar name from the television.

One by one all of the original Toman gang was being wiped out, killed off by the man they once devoted their lives to, and you knew before long you'd hear death knocking at your door too.

While you'd never been a member of Toman, you grew up close to the Sano family, studying in the dojo the grandfather ran. You were practically another member of the family back then, spending all your free time hanging out with Emma or watching Shinichiro work on a bike. Admittedly you'd had a crush on the older male, but with you only being a year or so older than Mikey you'd known you'd never stand at having those feelings be returned.

Regardless you'd never given up, always bringing Shinichiro little gifts like chocolates or decals you'd find that you thought would look good on one of his bikes. He'd always made sure to give you a ruffle on your head as thank you for the gifts, sometimes even offering you a ride on the latest bike he'd finished as a way to pay you back. You were in every way possible smitten with him in the way only a young teen would understand. He was your first love, and when he died you took it incredibly hard.

When Emma had told you about his passing you'd fallen to your knees Infront of her, heartbroken and sobbing on the Sano's front steps. For months you were inconsolable, a husk of a person going through the motions of life: Sleep, go to school, train at dojo, do your work, then cry till you fell asleep, repeat. Eventually when you did 'get better' you slowly stopped going to the dojo and hanging around the Sano family in general. Seeing them only reminded you of the love you'd lost and with Mikey starting his own gang you didn't want to be around it all anymore. Though you did occasionally ask mutual friends about how the siblings were doing for a few years after that.

Now here you sat however many year later, you'd lost count honestly, waiting for your old friend to visit. When you heard the knock at the door you moved on autopilot, moving mindlessly to let in the person you'd been expecting to come.

"Come in Manjiro. I've got some Dorayaki prepared for you at the table already." Your unfocused eyes caught his as you opened your door, ushering him in.

"So you've been expecting me then?" His smile was weak, eyes filled with a sadness you knew had been brewing inside him for years.

Sitting down across from him at your little table, you gave a smile filled with your own sadness. "You're old friends have all been killed, I knew you'd come for me too eventually."

"I see... well truthfully I wanted to save you for last." He bit into one of the buns, savoring the flavor for a moment before continuing. "I wanted you to be the last one I kill before I meet my own end."

"Are you planning a murder suicide with me?" Your voice was flat, absent of any emotions you'd expect someone to have when they asked a question as serious as that.

"No, I plan on spending my last night in Tokyo with you. I leave tomorrow to go out to that set of ruins Shini found those engines in. My end will be there at the hands of an old friend." He spoke so casually as if he was telling you about vacation plans instead of plotting his own demise.

"I see..." Taking a long sip from your mug, you thought over his words. "May I ask what makes me so special? Like why am I last?"

He was silent a moment, dark eyes calmly scanning over you. "If I'd taken your life before anyone else's, I would have been disappointing my brother."

"What do you mean by that?"

He finished off the Dorakayi bun he'd been eating and wiped his hands off on his pants before reaching over to gently hold one of your own hands in his. "Shini adored you, not in the same way you adored him though. He always told me how good of a person he thought you were and honestly he hoped you'd find someone that could return your feelings."

Tears prickled in your eyes at hearing that your childhood love had felt some kind of fondess for you. "He did? I guess I let him down then considering I never moved on from him."

Mikey wiped your eyes with the sleeve of his shirt. "I doubt he'd be upset at you for never falling in love. I know I'm somewhat relieved you never moved on from him in that sense."

"It just hurt so much after he died... I never wanted to feel that heartbreak again and I've missed him everyday since." You voice was soft, filled with heartbreak.

"I know the feeling, I also lost the person I loved, basically the same day I lost Shinichiro." There was a familiar sadness in his voice, the same kind you often heard in your own.

"You- you loved someone back then too?" Surprise was evident on your voice and face. Never did you think Mikey would have a crush on someone, especially back then when he seemed to be all about starting his own gang and all that. He always seemed too cool and carefree to ever develop feelings for anyone.

Mikey's smile turned into a more genuine one and he gave a small chuckle. "Yea, I did." He sat back in his seat, grabbing your mug and taking a sip from it as he averted his gaze for a moment. "I loved you back then... I still do actually. I admired that you never let yourself get discouraged from liking my big bro. I know he was not always that great of a person and he'd never be able to return your feelings but you never let that stop you from loving him. I guess I thought it was cool someone else thought my big bro was amazing too and I started feeling the same way for you as you felt for him."

A long silence held in the air for a few minutes as you processed his words and he continued to eat a few more Dorayaki buns.

"I'm sorry I left..." Voice hoarse from all the emotions flowing through you.

"Its fine. I never hated you for it, I knew exactly why you chose to leave." His hand reheld onto yours, comforting you even if only a little. "I think I would have done the same honestly. Seeing you would've also brought memories of Shinichiro, specifically all the times he'd brag about the little gifts you'd given him inorder to make me jealous or when he'd tell me I should man up and act upon my own feelings."

"I regret leaving sometimes, especially after I heard about Emma... I should have returned and been there for you." All the regrets and apologizes you held deep inside began bubbling to your surface now that Mikey was Infront of you cementing your demise with his presence. "You must have felt so alone after everything that's happened to you and I left at just the start of it all because I couldn't handle my own pain. I should have been there for you! If it was possible Shinichiro would have probably scolded me for abandoning you both after his death."

Mikey was beside you in an instant, pulling you into his arms and snapping you out of your internal self destruction. "Stop blaming yourself! Even if you had never left we'd still be in the same spot as we are now. I never blamed you for anything, neither did Emma and I'm sure my big bro wouldn't have either. Fate fucked all of us up, there was no feasible way for anyone to see just how bad things would become for the both of us."

Even after hearing his words you couldn't help from sobbing into his chest. All these years of masking the ache you'd felt was catching up to you and there was no stopping it from flowing out of you now that you've started to release it. You heard of every misfortune in Mikey's life and added it to your own pain everytime, from the struggles of Toman to the deaths of his friends and Emma. Every piece weighed on your heart as if you were the one that had caused them all by leaving after Shinichiro passed.

Not long after your tears stopped flowing and your breathing returned to normal after sobbing so hard, Mikey suggested the pair of you go lay down in your bed. All the exhaustion of letting out years of bottled emotions made you nod your head on agreement almost instantly after he'd suggested resting.

"Just rest now, I promise everything is gonna be okay and that you won't have to feel the burden of heartache for much longer." Mikey held you in his arms with all the affection the pair of you thought you'd never get to feel. "I know I said earlier I saved you for last because of how my brother felt about you but honestly I think I mainly chose to kill you last because of my own feelings. Truthfully Im an asshole who fears feeling the same pain you felt, having to live my life knowing my love is dead. I could handle living without you in my life knowing your living your own life but the thought of me being alive while your dead makes me feel ill."

Your brain was far too tired to respond to his ramblings with words of your own, so you sleepily just gave a hum and let your heavy lids shut over your eyes.

"I'd be lying if I said the thought of us dying together tonight didn't crossing my mind, but I know Id only be tarnishing your death tonight by adding my own. You deserve to be found alone so you can be mourned and not found with my own body bringing in all the attention or gossip of why you're with a wanted man like me. People would think poorly of you if they thought you had anything to do with me." He moved to lie you down beside him as he sat up somewhat over your sleeping frame. "Besides I already plan on going out at the hands of someone else. He actually reminds me alot of my brother funnily enough. I wish you could have met him sometime, and maybe it would have helped you move on from Shini. Regardless it's too late for any of that, and I know he won't be the one to actually kill me in the end but it'll still be nice to see him one last time too before I go."

All was silent now that Mikey had quit rambling to your sleeping form. He sat there watching you sleep for what felt like a blissful eternity to him, a hand of his snaking up to caress your neck. His fingers traced up and down the front of your throat a few times, feeling the steady pulse beneath his touch.

He knew he had to do end this eventually. He'd have to wrap his hands around your delicate neck and squeeze at some point soon before all his resolve left him. He knew strangulation was a more personal ways of killing someone since he'd have to look you in the eyes as he did it and hold longer than he'd think so you'd actually pass away and not just pass out. You deserved something more personal and intimate than just a bullet to the head or heart, sure those would end you quick but they were to heartless in his opinion.

He took a deep breath, mustering all his resolve as his hands circled your neck and began to tighten his grasp till he knew you'd have no room for oxygen to move in and out. You're eyes had opened from the shock, though once you'd realized what was happening you'd shut them again. Mikey hoped from the flash of a smile on your lips that in the haze of these final moments of yours, you'd mistaken him for Shinichiro.

Once it was all said and done, he'd planted a peck on your lips then laid back down beside you. Holding your limp form for this final time as he let his own exhaustion take over him. Tomorrow morning he would get up, say a final goodbye to you before slipping unseen out of your place and anonymously report your death before heading off to his own place of death.

Tonight though he wanted to hold you till he was sure your soul had passed over to the afterlife and hopefully you'd tell his brother and sister that he too would see them soon.

[vertigoartgore]

Publicity still of John Pankow as John Vukovich and William Petersen as Richard Chance from William Friedkin's To Live and Die in L.A. (80's american cinema at its finest, at its darkest also).

[knifedancer]

Winds of Change - Dark Ending

You've selected the DARK ENDING!

Trigger Warning: major character death.

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By the time the storm cleared, Marinette’s heartbeat had gone silent beneath his chilled fingers. He drew in a shaky breath and looked at the two gods curled on her chest for confirmation of his greatest fear. The kwami shared a solemn look before silently retreating into his pant pocket. He stifled a sob in his throat. Now was not the time. Felix carried her limp body, still cradled against his chest like a precious treasure, to the nearest hospital but there was nothing to be done. The sweet bluenette whom he had wanted to protect, whom he had grown to admire, was gone.

He felt numb as he meticulously cleaned the blood that marred her angelic face, not wanting Adrien to see her in such a state. When his cousin did arrive, harried and in a panic, Felix finally broke down in fresh tears from a well he thought had long run dry. He confessed that he had seen her injured and left out in the storm. How he carried her to shelter. How she saved him. How it should be him lying in that bed! Adrien enfolded him into an embrace as they both sobbed over the loss of the purest person either boy had ever known. The world was a darker place without her. Felix kept her hero identity to himself – it was not his secret to tell – her blood-spattered earrings burning a hole in his pocket.

Time flew by as the two boys returned to Paris on Gabriel’s personal jet and attended Marinette’s funeral – Adrien stood sentry beside her casket, Felix from the cover of shadows.

~~~ Chat’s POV: Two Weeks Later ~~~

Chat Noir spent another night desperately searching for Ladybug to no avail. She was not answering calls nor appearing for akuma fights. It was taking a toll on the city, half of the buildings lying in ruins and streets torn from explosions. He landed high up on the Eiffel Tower and looked out over the city with desperation in his eyes. “Where are you, LB? I need you…Paris needs you…”

A noise to his left caught his attention and he turned, quickly dropping into a fighting stance in case of an akuma. From the shadows emerged Argos, his face cast in shadow. Chat Noir narrowed his gaze, even though he had forgiven and grown closer to his cousin in recent weeks while mourning, he could not know what to expect from the peacock user that considered his hero persona an enemy. “What are you doing here, Argos?”

With a swish of cloth, he dropped his hood back and revealed his face. Silently he lifted his hand and a solemn kwami floated from his sleeve. Tikki! But that would mean…

“What have you done, Argos?! Where is Ladybug?!” Chat growled loudly, his claws extended and ready to rip his throat.

He watched as the blue clad teen raised his fan with his other hand, pulling out and brandishing a pointed silver hatpin from between the feathers. Argos’ magenta eyes glowed as they looked at the sharp tip glinting in the moonlight. Something dark and sinister swirled in their depths, as if the peacock holder was fighting demons that lingered deep beneath the surface. Chat broke into a defensive stance – anticipating an attack – when the other boy did something unpredictable… He tilted the pin towards himself and plunged it down into his earlobe with nothing more than a soft grunt. Chat flinched back as he watched the peacock villain repeat the action in his other ear before dropping the bloodied pin onto the beam beneath his feet with a sharp clatter. Argos pulled something from his pocket and affixed it to his ear. As he moved his hand away, the moonlight briefly caught on the red spotted earring that dripped with blood.

“What have you done? Where is she?!” demanded the cat hero, advancing a step towards the other boy, a cold shiver of dread slid down his back.

Instead of answering, Argos quietly declared, “Duusu, Tikki, unify.”

Chat shielded his eyes from the flash of red that followed, finally looking up with dawning horror at the teen before him. Where once stood the purple and blue villain, now stood Argos in military regalia. On his legs rose black jackboots that flared at the knee and matching gauntlets stopped at his elbows. His jacket had morphed into a coat that would not be out of place on an English royal attending the Trooping of the Color ceremony, the peacock brooch glittering on his raised gold collar. Around his waist rested a new yo-yo, tipped with blades that glistened like stars in the sky, alongside a fan tucked into its string. Across his chest, from hip to golden shoulder epaulette, was a blue and purple sash, decorated in black spots rather than metals. His hair had changed to a side swept undercut, the left side appearing shaved. Gone were the green colored locks, replaced by highlighted tips – red to blue to blond, like the intensified flame of a butane torch. Upon his face was a half venetian mask, jet-black except for the three red tears that trailed down beneath his right eye like dripping blood.

Chat sucked in a breath as Argos opened his eyes – glowing purple met toxic green. “Argos…what…”

“I tried to save her,” the red clad boy began, looking down at his hands with despair. “I did everything I could to keep her alive but…” He clenched a fist as if attempting to grasp the wind slipping through his fingers, “…she died in my arms.”

Chat’s eyes widened with rising horror at his words, his delicate mental state beginning to unravel as he connected the pieces. His heart felt as if someone had ripped it in two. ‘No…Ladybug was…Marinette, she…’ Chat choked on air, drowning in a new wave of grief that crashed over him. He collapsed to his knees, tears filling his eyes for the girl he loved – inside and outside the mask – but he dared not look away from his cousin’s new form. The murmured words somehow cut through the roar of blood in Chat’s ears.

“…I promised her that I would finish what she started,” stated red Argos, his face set in a resolute expression while his eyes burned with the fire of vengeance. “Until Monarch has been defeated and all the Miraculous have been retrieved, I am no longer Argos nor Felix.”

The vengeful teen turned his intense gaze out towards Paris, his eyes narrowing upon a point in the distance as if glaring down Monarch himself.

“You may call me…The Red Baron.”

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Wanna see some fanart? @jheqiawrites drew The Red Baron! 💙 If you also feel inspired, please feel free to tag me, I would love to see The Red Baron in his terrifying glory!

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[nonbinary-weirdo]

Alastor has brought King Lucifer to his knees after a defeat against the radio demon for the throne. Now hes humiliatingly chained to king Alastors throne like a slave.

The deer mockingly gazed down at the fallen angel in rags.

"How does it feel to be 'my' prey now, Lucifer?"

Alastor grins, tapping his staff end against a leg of the throne. Lucifer can do nothing but gaze up at him, seething.

"My daughter'll kick your cannibal arse!!" He snarled, eyes blazing but his shock collar activated, sending sparks into his body, fire surging all over!!

The deer demon laughs loudly, the sound echoing throughout the throne room.

"Oh oh oh...Lucifer! Your little 'angel' princess can't save you this time."

Kneeling to Lucifers eye level Alastor, leers down at him. His grin turns to a smug smirk.

"No. No one can. In fact....I want to show you something." He snapped his fingers upon order.

The door opens, creaking

Said daughter was brought before the new king. She's slumped. Her head bowed as she's thrown roughly by the shadow guards ar Alastors feet.

"Daughter!" Lucifer gasped. She looked as though shes been through mental hell!

She looks up at Alastor, her expression completely blank and emotionless. Her pupils are completely black. It's clear that she's been brainwashed.

"Hello, father."

Lucifer can do nothing but watch as his daughter is completely under Alastor's control. The demon leans in close to Lucifer, and whispers into his ear. Lucifer's eyes widen and his face is instantly filled with horror, but all he can do is stay silent.

Tearing up with grief he choked out to her.

"D- Daughter....i failed you..."

He glances at her again, Charlottes mouth was forced into a fanged grin like Alastors.

By then, Lucifer's daughter looks up at him again. But, this time, she's speaking in Alastor's voice. Her movements and behavior are completely identical to his.

"You indeed did, father. There's absolutely nothing you can do now."

The fallen king felt terror rip into his soul.

Again, Alastor spoke through her:

"You see, father? 'Now' I am your overlord. 'Now' I am your king. 'Now' you will bend the knee to 'me'."

Lucifer is left completely speechless. All he can do is stand still, a horrified expression on his face.

He starts to sob....

"Alastor do what you please to me but i beg of you let her go! She did nothing to you...!"

Alastor chuckles deviously.

"Oh, Lucifer, how you amuse me! So protective of your dear angel child. How adorable."

He then turns his attention to Charlotte, kneeling down to her. The girl's face is still forced into Alastor's smile.

"Now now, my child, what exactly do you think your daddy meant by 'do what you please to me'?"

A wicked and sadistic smile spreads across Alastor's face as he leans in closer to Charlotte.

Lucifer's eyes widen in horror, realizing exactly what Alastor implied and what he's doing to his daughter.

"N-NO, WAIT-!"

But it's too late. Alastor is already planting a peck on Charlotte's lips. The hypnotised blonde gave a radio filtered giggle.

"Mmm what a good little darling pet~" Instantly, Alastor clamps on a collar attacked to a gold chain around her thin fragile neck. "Tight enough for you?"

Charlotte lets out a small sigh, seemingly just going along with Alastor's commands. She's no longer speaking in his voice.

"Yes, master. Thank you."

Lucifer gasps loudly, horrified. Tears fall from his eyes as he watches Alastor put the chain on his daughter.

"What have you done to her, you monster?!!"

This was utter entertainment for the new ruler of Hell. He held Charlies pale chubby cheeks roughly.

"She, dear Luci, gave the kingdom to me as well as her soul. Silly girl~" He used his magic to make Charlie nod confirming what the Radio Demon said, as though she had puppet strings attached.

Lucifer is utterly destroyed by what Alastor had said. Charlotte just stands there, her face still blank with her collar and chain on.

"N-no..! It's not true! She would never-!"

Lucifer is cut off by Alastor's sinister , and mocking laughter.

"Ohoho, ask her yourself~"

Charlie spoke again in a misty, dazed, airy, radio filtered voice again.

"Its true Father. Everything is his because of me. Even I am his property. Now smile daddy! You're never fully dressed without one!" Charlie would NEVER say that...!!

Lucifer's hands shake as he gazes in disbelief at his daughter. Charlotte's face is completely unchanged. Her smile is still plastered on it. Her mind is clearly under Alastor's control.

"No, no, this is all wrong! She would never-!"

Alastor only sighs and shakes his head in annoyance. Tsking.

"Lucifer, Lucifer, Lucifer....shes mine now~"

[miaqc1]

All story cutscenes and all endings. The bad endings are dark as heck. ReBoot Ps1 Game.

[soapdispensersalesman]

NAH BRUH what the hell was the ending of Drawn to Life, I used to play this game in the car while my parents drove me to school but thank The Creator I never finished it holy macaronii

[pisscentral]

haven’t posted any art in a bit sooo

FEAR WHEEL

(btw yes the dice is purposefully all snake eyes, just clarifying)

[may12324]

She remade her, she held her bones in her hands and put each piece back together. Only to have to carry on without her.

Everything she did, she did for Falin

~

Inspired by The Locked Tomb and Howls Moving Castle, and also how hot these two look in these outfits/forms. This will be a future print for cons this year.

[fairydrowning]

"The day was beautiful, warm and clear. It was the end of August."

– Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov