#a well known criminal???

[we-will-all-be-stories]

literal brain rot i keep thinking about the fact that alastor (hazbin hotel) and hazel levesque (pjo) are both from 1920s/1930s new orleans

[deadsetobsessions]

“I think I’m going to move to Gotham,” Jazz’s tapped away at her laptop, clicking through her college acceptance letters. Danny sat up from where he was scrolling through his phone and stared at her. “Thoughts?”

“And prayers,” he sassed. “Because you’re going to need them. Why the would you pick Gotham when Harvard accepted you?”

“Gotham has Arkham. And Doctor Quinzel.”

“Isn’t she Harley Quinn? The Crime Princess of Gotham?”

“Yeah, and an acclaimed psychologist with hundreds of published work that revolutionized the mental health field! Sure, she’s more criminally inclined now, but I’d kill to pick her brains.”

Danny grinned. “Interesting word choice. You’d fit right in. It’s just weird that all of their psychologists turned into villains.”

“Okay, but I won’t. You’d stop me.”

“Or I’d join you,” Danny rolled back onto the floor.

“Don’t you dare, Daniel Fenton. You’d better stop me if I went villain.”

“But I feel like you’d have a pretty good reason for it though?”

“I appreciate the trust, dumbass, but I’m always this close to loosing it.” Jazz rolled her eyes as she jabbed a finger at Danny.

“Hah! You’ll fit right into Gotham!”

Jazz hummed. “So, Gotham?”

“Yeah, why not?”

——

“Danny!”

“Little busy!” Danny dodged a blast from a GIW agent.

“Why’d you pick up, then?”

“You don’t call often- hey, can you guys knock it off? I’m on a call!” Danny shouted. Surprisingly the agents stopped.

“Woah. You guys actually stopped?”

“We’re anti-ghost, not rude cavemen. Finish your call, Phantom, so we can get back to capturing you.” The agent with red hair said. Her partner nodded their head.

“Riiiight.” Phantom floated away a bit. “What did you want to talk about?” He asked Jazz.

“So, Dr. Quinzel-”

Danny heard a further off “Call me Harley, darling!”

“Harley,” Jazz continued seamlessly. “Is dating Ivy, a meta! Which, totally cute and their relationship is so healthy. Goals, honestly-”

Danny heard another far off comment, “Awe, thanks, Jazzy-wazzy!”

“But long story short, they got in touch with the Justice League about the GIW and they’re getting pulled back! And disbanded! Are you fighting the agents? Can you see if they’ve got the order to pull back?”

“Wait, seriously?” Danny perked up, the exhaustion from the fight all but gone. “I’ll ask.”

Danny turned to the two agents, pulling the phone away from his ear. “Hey! Did you guys get orders to stop hunting me? I heard the Justice League got involved.”

“What? We didn’t-”

“Shit, wait, we got orders.” Her partner jabbed their phone at her.

“Fuck. This isn’t over, Phantom!”

“Yeah, yeah! Shoo!” Danny watched them peel away. “Thanks, Jazz! Maybe I’ll finally get a peaceful school year.”

“R.I.P.” Jazz solemnly intoned.

“Dead-ass.” Danny replied, just as seriously before the both of them broke. Cackling, Danny said goodbye to Jazz.

“Maybe I should get some gifts? Hm… Undergrowth has some rare plants.” Danny muttered as he flew back home.

[mayperhapsbe]

The evil duo!!!! They put the milk in the bowl first before the cereal! How fearsome! 😱

[river-of-wine]

“Why wouldn’t the Pinkertons grab Abigail as well as Hosea?” Abigail is literally just some lady

[om0000]

mfs will make one of the most interesting n nuanced characters uve ever spun in ur brain just to stuff them into a kids media n make them look like this:

[al-luviec]

juvie buddies

[spotaus]

New Age AU (Obtaining Killer)

Hey guys! Through with a bot of stuff for the day and I have a sneaking suspicion that this stress headache will not leave me until I finish some projects for work, so I *may* be m.i.a. for a hot second until they stop.

In the meantime, I want to drop this! (Unedited, unrefined, raw off the slab style)

Andddd @ancha-aus and @papiliovolens ! Hello! (Mutzelputz if u see this, the tags weren't working for some reason, I apologize.)

Hope y'all enjoy!

Ccino had convinced him to leave the castle. After nearly a year had passed since his last true public appearance. Since he'd stolen the apple from his brother. Nine months had passed since he'd sent Dream away. He tried not to think about it.

Nightmare had been finding out a lot about his magic. How it made him jittery, and how he felt like he understood so much more. How it made him deeply paranoid, quick to react.

How it made people listen to him.

He figured it was because he was scary now. The negative magic condensed over every inch of his bone wasn't exactly appealing, and the extra limbs which had sprouted from his spine now acted like his own personal weapons. If someone didn't listen, didn't give him an answer he liked, the limbs moved without him even thinking.

It had taken time to learn to better control them. Even now, they writhed in his wake. His nerves expressed through their lashing and twitching as they hovered just above the ground.

The streets weren't exactly crowded.

Upon word of the King's arrival to this small providence, Nightmare had found that many people fled from his path. His travel party of several soldiers, and himself on horseback. He'd always wanted to ride horses. The traitor twin was someone that every citizen wished to avoid.

Ccino had coaxed him outside with promises of fresh air. Apparently there were promising young members of the city guard that Ccino swore would be wonderful future knights. Young warriors for him to bring up loyally under his name, no fear of betrayal.

It had made sense, at the time, but Nightmare hadn't chosen to recruit any of them.

It wasn't to say he didn't want to. Several of the humans and monsters were very talented, and he did his best to give them praise, but he could tell. None of them wanted to work under him. They didn't like him. Rejection and hatred that had pierced him immediately, he could practically taste it.

Ultimately, they would do better here in their hometown. A place they were passionate about protecting, and with people they cared for. Night would not try to mold promising soldiers into his perfect guard. No matter how smart of an idea it may have been.

And so he'd moved on.

Night had visited several smaller shops, onces which couldn't afford to refuse him, and he bought some fabrics, a trinket, some small thing from each place he stopped by. He payed exactly the price he needed for each thing. He wouldn't bribe his people, either. The best he could do would be to remain neutral.

He did discover, against all odds, that he was enjoying this day out. Ccino was, in fact, usually correct about this sort of thing.

The travel had been enriching. Almost exciting. He'd never gotten out of the castle much at all, this was all new and excitingly mundane.

Good things do not last forever.

It was almost sunset when he noticed it. Torches being set up, a platform prepared. A crowd gathering.

An execution, came the mutter from one of his soldiers. Though he recognized the set-up, Night had never been in attendance to an execution. He was morbidly curious. The crowd held such a contempt. A broiling hunger for blood.

He wished he'd wheeled his horse away when a few people were ushered out of a nearby building.

The prison, maybe?

There weren't many of them. Nightmare dismounted his steed, and much to the dismay of the soldiers at his side, he found himself sinking. Into the growing shadows cast by the dying sun.

He re-emerged beside the stage, where the few people were lined up. Ready for death by hanging.

That trick wasn't one that Nightmare quite understood yet, but he was always drawn to feelings of intense negativity. He knew that, now. Something about these prisoners were bothering him, even at a distance, and he found himself more curious as he stood before them.

His guards, at the back of the crowd, hadn't seemed to figure out where he had gone. He had the time, now, to loom over the small group of prisoners.

The city guards, the trained ones, had likely seen him earlier at their headquarters. They did not speak even a word against him as he stared.

Nightmare stared at these faces.

A dog monster, scrappy and scarred, black fur clashing against a few patches of white. One of her ears was missing.

A pair of humans, both men, one with long, curly red hair and another with short-cropped red hair and the beginnings of a beard. Maybe they were brothers?

A skeleton. His sockets dripped with black magic, and his soul was a piercing crimson, just infront of his chest.

A flame monster, small and stout. Their flames a flickering green and purple. One of their eyes had a patch over it.

Nightmare was not great at determining emotions yet. He was hardly versed in his own feelings, but there had been improvement recently. Understanding new emotions had been coming more naturally to him.

Sometimes it hurt, but he was learning.

Now, past the blossoms of a headache, he felt a bit baffled as he subconsciously picked through the negativity these monsters exuded. Their fear. Their pain. Their loss, and their anger.

Oh.

"Only one of you is guilty."

He'd said it without thinking, practically announcing it with a voice that still felt unnaturally deep. A voice which rattled his ribcage and seemed to force past the barrier of darkness around him.

The group before him seemed startled. Confused.

Well, all but the skeleton, who seemed to only raise his skull slightly. As though just noticing Nightmare was there.

"How could you have possibly been jailed in the first place?" He muttered a bit quieter to himself.

He knew, deep down, that there were many, many rules in place for situations like this. Laws which he could challenge. People he could speak to. He could appoint members of his court to each of these people and try to earn their innocence through the rites of the law.

Then again, he remembered the rage of the crowd. The frustration of the people waiting to see these killings take place.

He didn't know what to do.

Now the prisoners, especially the two humans, were staring at him hopefully. He'd managed to shatter the negativity a bit. He believed them. He knew this was wrong.

"I don't know..."

The mutter came again unprompted.

These people would not have the means to repay him for his help. He couldn't just waive fees, or risk his court turning against him. He couldn't afford enemies being made so close to his inner circle.

He couldn't just leave them, though. Not after he'd seen the injustice of it all.

Stuck in his own thoughts, he was drawn out of it by a snickering laugh.

"Just set them free." A voice followed, "You are our King, aren't you?"

Nightmare then found his eyes drawn to the skeleton.

The others had eased themselves away from him. He stood, now, almost alone. He seemed unbothered by speaking up, his sockets held in an almost lazy posture. Tension going completely un-held.

He grinned up as the King, and seemed to watch contentedly as the thought settled in Nightmare's skull.

He could do that. Simply waive their charges. Pardon them. He could do that, surely. Many royals had done it before him for less certain terms. His mother had plenty of times.

"And you are guilty. You'll still be hanged. You know this, don't you?" Nightmare asked.

That was when the Skeleton's lazy sockets seemed to tighten with a sort of glee. Some hidden joke Nightmare wasn't privy to.

"Hmm." This was a poor choice. This was a bad decision. "Tell me, quickly, how you came to be here. Before I proceed?"

Nightmare didn't know why he was asking. He was... curious. Just like he had always been.

Very few people would ever speak straight to his face. Ccino, that was the only one who'd done it since his change. Since the prophecy. This skeleton had done it. He'd spoken when no one else could muster even a plea.

The silence he seemed to bring to every room. Broken, just briefly.

The skeleton stared at him a moment.

"Name's Killer, your majesty." The tone was mocking. "A while back a buddy of mine got into hot water, and I decided to help them out. Now, plenty of bodies later, I'm the one stuck on death row."

Simple. An admission of guilt.

Nightmare stared at him some more.

Finally, it seemed his frantic guards had noticed him. Found him. They rushed to his side, though not as fast as he would've liked. He could feel the frustration seeping from each armored body around him.

"You don't have an aversion to it," Nightmare voiced, "Killing, I mean."

Killer nodded. Unashamed.

It felt strangely calm, still. Perhaps it was because the crowd was still chattering. They likely hadn't noticed Nightmare at all.

The king turned to the city guard, still stood on the steps. "Free these four people. My judgement decrees them as not-guilty."

And, before any time could pass in the slightest. "Killer, I would like you to accompany me, before you abscond."

He'd noticed it. Killer had undone his cuffs before their conversation. Completely freeing himself from his weak imprisonment.

Killer seemed amused at the concept of sticking around to chat.

"If you would, I would like to recruit your services at my castle. I need a man who is willing to kill. And kill swiftly." Ccino said to establish an image. It was obvious now that his reputation would remain in the gutter, no matter what choices he made. He was not Dream.

Killer's sockets narrowed.

"And what would I get for being your little hunting dog?" Again, it was bold. It was new.

Nightmare was sure his expression hadn't changed since he'd come before the group. That same angry glare that sat permanently along his skull. The magic had an image to project.

His tendrils flicked, slightly.

"Payment, room, Fresh meals, and any other amenities you may like, so long as it does not break our treasury." He replied, "All I ask is that you simply obey me. And Me alone."

Not true. He'd probably ask for him to listen to Ccino as well. Once he knew for certain he'd stay.

Killer seemed to be thinking. He eyed they king, up and down. He looked to each of the guard around the king. The ones who were back in position now, though Nightmare could feel their annoyance. Their confusion.

Then Killer turned.

Then he turned back.

"Mm. Can't be worse than the ol' noose." Killer replied. "Funny way to run a country, my king. Hiring the first murderer you spot?"

Nightmare didn't humor that with a response. He was honestly shocked the skeleton had even agreed.

Though, all of that negativity had been swapped out for a glee. Something deep in Killer had changed during their brief interaction. A hope. Night could barely grasp the edges of its existence with his subconscious. But it was there.

.

He ignored the crowds as they grew confused. He ignored the worry pouring from the criminals as he had them released and informed them of their pardon.

He did not ignore when his guards told someone to keep their distance. He glanced up. Killer was standing beyond the guards, looking bored.

Nightmare, trusting fool he was, didn't even ask a guard to watch him to ensure he stayed put.

"Stand down." He ordered the guard, who begrudgingly allowed the skeleton to smugly slip past.

His tendrils kept the monster at a distance Night preferred all on their own. He seemed to take the hint.

"They're all gonna be dead by morning, you know." Killer voiced easily.

Nightmare turned to him, confused. What did he mean by that? He'd pardoned them?

"Are you deaf? The crowd wanted us dead, especially me." He chuckled, "Leaving them here is definitely going to get them killed. If the crowd doesn't rip them apart the second you leave, then it'll happen at night. There will be no witnesses."

Oh... Night hadn't fathomed that these people could turn on the innocent once declared. It hadn't even crossed his mind. Did they have a home to return to? A family they put at risk?

The noose was a fast death, but being murdered? That would've been so much worse.

He could tell, by the way they evaded looking at Killer, that he was right. Nightmare would be sentencing them to a new sort of death if he did it like this.

But he didn't have time for a trial. Or several. The sun was going down, abd Ccino expected him back. The castle needed him present, or they might revolt.

Someone might hurt Ccino.

Oh, he was such a poor ruler. He did not know his people well enough. How he lamented the lessons Dream had taken about crowds and current issues abd how to be likeable.

Night didn't know how to handle this. He was still learning!

A trembled in his hand. He tucked the limb quickly away from where it had been lightly clutching his tunics thick fabric, now hiding it beneath his cloak.

"Killer is right. It won't be safe here, for any of you." He spoke. Thank the gods it didn't sound as shaken as he felt. "I extend an offer to you all. You may stay here, or you may come take up positions among my staff back at the castle. Unlike Killer, I do not expect any crime from you, but you will be paid and housed."

The offer was met with a roar of frustration from the crowd, Nightmare chose to allow his guards to handle it. He watched, carefully, as the four looked between eachother.

The brothers agreed first. (They introduced themselves as brothers as they knelt in thanks.) Then the Dog. She said she had no family left to watch over, starting a new life would be for the best.

The flame refused, saying they would leave town by morning, and try to stay safe.

And so, Nightmare left the town with four new party members. Each had been provided a horse, each tied to one of the guards. Aside from Killer, whose steed was held personally by Nightmare.

He figured Ccino would chew him out for this, for bringing criminals into the castle when he was sent to collect soldiers, but Nightmare had a good feeling about these ones.

They did not hate him. Or fear him. He was helping them. And it felt good.

[blue-cat-ter-flies-blog]

Moar Sukugo!

Just discovered Laufey and while I haven't yet to finish her entire discography- let me tell you, she sounds like she belongs in a fucking speakeasy during the height of the American Prohibition or some intimately lit jazz bar.

Which got me thinking of Sukugo again and now I need some variation of artist!Satoru and crime lord!Sukuna. And not just something that is the JJK cast shoved into some Prohibition era setting (even then, I think Baccano! is the only suitable setting that can match JJK's general crazy).

Meiji Era or Edo-Meiji transitional era Sukugo. Satoru is one of the few/many unintentionally affected by the Westernisation/modernisation of Japan. Sukuna is some sort of crime lord/gang leader/black market dealer that everyone knows not to cross and too powerful to take down. The geisha house Satoru and the rest of his ragtag family lived in was forced to shut down because of a corrupt official and Satoru crossed paths with Sukuna while looking for a way to feed the kids he took with him.

Rich artist Satoru and Yakuza boss Sukuna who meet because Satoru was very interested in preservation of intangible art history and was arguing with some developers for this one family and Sukuna came in with an assist because while he was a Yakuza boss, he was also a man of culture and the family Satoru was defending had a rich history going back to the late Heian era.

Blind musician Satoru and weary criminal Sukuna- who decided to head to more remote/frontier regions for a more peaceful 'retirement' but got caught up in a natural disaster. Satoru's music led him to the former's home and then he wound up being nursed by the former. They were housemates and you all know how that usually ends (in fanfic) 😏.

To expand more on the 3rd since it's grown in my mind- Satoru is a self-exiled noble's bastard son and the only parent he respected and honoured was his mother, whom he got his love of music from. Other than his bastard status, the fact that he was an albino in a extremely superstitious time didn't exactly endear him to anyone but his mother and very few others.

When he was told he was going blind- he took what he could carry, whatever his mother left him after she died, his favorite instrument and left. He ended up at a remote village friendly with some nearby Ainu tribes and some other villages and began teaching reading and writing while he could see before switching to music lessons.

It's something that Satoru openly laments about once he and Sukuna get together- that he couldn't get to see what Sukuna looked like before he went blind.

"But getting to know you like this isn't so bad either. I think I would've fallen in love with you no matter my sight." Satoru would say each time with a bright, cheeky grin as he kept Sukuna within reach and touch. And Sukuna would soften for this ridiculous man each time.

This one could also be canon'verse in a way too, if you're creative enough. Maybe during Sukuna's human years- whenever that is. Maybe early on, or just before, the Heian era? But let's make it interesting.

Sukuna is the elder of them, they always thought he'd go first. Of course, obviously, but only after some more years together. Hopefully many more years together. They never thought it would be Satoru who goes first.

Satoru dies, yes, but not to curses or sorcerors or curse users or even some random Xanatos Gambit plan of Kenjaku (if he's even around at this time. Do we even know how old that fucker is? Barring his general existence at/during the Heian era). A natural disaster is what brought them together, so a natural disaster is what tears them apart. Maybe make it a flood and a landslide to make it poetic :).

Something something, Satoru gets hit by some large, inescapable debris- normie that he is in this life and time- and Sukuna doesn't have or know RCT to help heal him. Satoru's last words, along with that same bright, cheeky grin- bloody as it was now, softened by their inevitable parting- somehow manage to break Sukuna's heart like nothing else ever would.

"I'm sorry. Thank you. I love you."

And then Satoru is gone and some part of Sukuna dies with him. After Satoru's burial, he leaves the little village that they called home to wander the country once more. And, eventually, the King of Curses rises, rampages (but never near that one village), rules and is sealed for centuries until he incarnates in his unknowing nephew one moonlit night.

And meets someone he never thought he'd see again. That deadened part of himself starts living again and Sukuna immediately shelves everything to pursue his Satoru again.

[greeenchrysanthemums]

With the new season I’ve been getting vibes of like. Kinda piratey but also very specifically an almost Indiana Jones nerdy/somewhat crime-y. Gem and Etho with a boat, going and doing archaeology and finding king lost treasure. Gem with a tattoo sleeve, confident and knowing the sea- while Etho is somewhat more nerdy, more meticulous- and maybe has some glasses (partially because of all the can you not see jokes during that first episode) just. Fun piratey adventures with cool and initially harmless seeming guys who can do cool stuff!!

Oooo yes, anon, I love this so much. Gem with a tattoo sleeve is so good. The mental image is perfect. What kind of tattoos would she have is the question. Would she go for purely aesthetic or would she go for something more meaningful. Maybe a mix of both? Something to dwell on.

I'm imaging Etho is an older adventurer who is well known and revered for all of his historical research and exploration. Gem is a relatively new adventure, but she's got a few years of solo work under her belt, and she's been on the sea for even longer than that working as an honest fisher or something like that.

Maybe fishing up treasure during one of her fishing trips spurred her into entering the adventurer's lifestyle.

Etho is more into it for the knowledge, so he's more thorough and worried about the little details. He's very careful with his planning but can still be very reckless when it comes down to it. He puts everything on the line for his research, even his own life.

Meanwhile Gem is more into it for the thrill of the adventure and the treasure. She's more carefree in nature, reckless by default. She is, however, better at knowing when to stop while she is ahead. She wants an adventure, an adrenaline rush; she doesn't want to end up dead because she did something really stupid.

I also think it is fun to imagine they are kind of like a reverse Indiana Jones duo, where they sometimes steal things from the government instead of working for them, which is where the "crime-y" part would probably come in XD

[elminster-big-naturals]

"what kind of law did astarion pass to piss off the gur so much 😂"

aside from the fact magisters don't pass laws, the implication that cazador was just kind of casually waiting around for his moment bc knew astarion was Such a dickhead that someone was going to beat his ass to death eventually is extremely funny

[interlagosainz]

FUCK nelson piquet and FUCK kelly piquet and FUCK all this shit ass family

[pespo]

the RieganRecords

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

I love Elena, she really said she couldn't stand a cut throat and desperate environment, and then decided to escape that by getting an art degree and trying to become a famous artist. Madwoman. I love her<33

[applezjam]

i think its so funny that our character in skyrim just doesnt mention to their companions that they are the dragonborn. like, the companion will just be exploring with this person with above average combat skills and who seems to be constantly targeted by dragons. and then they just whip out a shout??? maybe they assume “oh wowza they were trained by the greybeards!! impressive!!!” and then they go to dragonsreach and balgruuf is like “oh hey there dragonborn”????? imagine just being a hired merc and finding out your client is the dragonborn and thane of all holds in skyrim

[theshadowrealmitself]

Psych au where Shawn’s accidentally a criminal

Like during the years he wasn’t in Santa Barbara and he was out jumping from job to job, the guy was just so charismatic and observant and stuff that people would assist him in crimes they think he’s pulling because either he’s so charming they want to help him or because he pointed something out that they think he’s blackmailing them

Like he’ll point out a cool looking item to an employee and make a joke about switching it out for a fake so he can take the real one home ;), he’s just trying to flirt with the cute employee but they’ll just decide to take him seriously and give him the real item and he thinks they’re just joking back at him and that they gave him a fake one from the gift shop

He’s become a better art thief than Despereaux and has no idea the entire time

[tenpintsofsundrop]

it's always funny to me when people use the term 'unsub' in fanfiction for a person/villain/killer/suspect who is very well known to the team. like bestie, the first part of UnSub is unknown. if they know the person's name, it's no longer the unsub - it's a different term