#clown drop cosplay

[trustedealcosplayandcostume]

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[crappy-banana-21]

Moondrop security breach l

[itsadragonaesthetic]

Me: Wow I've been feeling really depressed and unstable lately. Hopefully, after a few days of my meds, I'll feel better My meds: you are now madly in love with every woman in your vicinity and you suddenly find clowns extremely hot. Also your gender-envy ego thing is back Me: I don't think... I want this either

[hawkepockets]

ok ik this is gonna be an unpopular post but i’m not comfortable letting others take all the heat—

the current one-sided conversation about @/guildwarsgirl’s alleged harrassment “for liking logan” has, i think deliberately in some places, conflated two very different episodes.

according to ppl who have mutual friends with gwg, she’s been receiving bullying messages on tumblr and whisper chat, including death threats, for some time now just for posting about an unpopular character (logan). this is third-hand information—i have no way to verify the frequency or intensity of any messages she may have received in private, but cyberbullying is of course unacceptable.

i don’t see what bearing that has on what went down at tyria pride, which was, for those who don’t know, gwg attending in a logan cosplay and announcing “seraph pride” at each new map to draw attention to her presence as logan and specifically her presence as a fictional police officer, which prompted several replies of “acab,” “no cops at pride,” “pass on logan,” “read the room,” and other light barbs. feeling unwelcome, she chose to leave rather than switch characters or quietly drop the bit. this can hardly be characterized as mobbing and driving someone from the event.

i understand why gwg may have felt like those comments were a culmination of any harrassment she was experiencing prior - but in reality this was just organic low intensity clowning on an unknown attendee for their situationally inappropriate behavior at pride. behavior that, intentionally or not, invoked real world fears about police violence and infiltration & constraint of the lgbt movement. it was a faux pas, plain n simple, and it was racially charged.

this isn’t really about logan at pride though—it’s about the public meltdown abt people’s remarks at pride, followed by an immediate and overwhelming sympathetic response: free art, an outpouring of encouragement to repeat the same insensitive behavior at next year’s event, pointed underlining of community rules, and an immediate, visible circling of the wagons in response to a white blogger’s tears, forcibly aligning any questions, commentary, or discomfort about what happened at pride with “bullying and death threats.” this does not foster a safe space for discussion about sensitive topics, especially not for poc.

incidentally, while word was starting to get around about “seraph pride” yesterday, a “make some noise poc” call-and-response at the same pride march got only 2 woohoos ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

and i don’t want to hear any dismissal of that as accidental or not representative when one of my formative experiences with this community was the real mobbing and discharge of an artist of color from the same social circles now closing defensively around a white girl. just think about the tone you’re all setting as white bloggers, and worry less about policing the tones of poc

[seabirdtxt]

It's been a while since I made a request to a blog, but I really enjoy your writing, and your AUs got my brain going with ideas (especially the Glitch AU). It has me thinking about how our favorite little Puppet boys would react to some of the... interesting hobbies I have: two of those being things like Doll making/repainting, and cosplaying/ general fantastical costuming.

I feel like both of these hobbies have the potential to lead to both hilarious situations and moments of being a bit... perturbed at best (especially doll making: the random assortment of doll limbs being places, or having naked dolls that are precariously hung from the ceiling to finish drying from paint jobs).

I do know that at least Kabukimono and Wanderer (Scara might have forgotten since he hadn't used the skill in a long time, and Wanderer likely relearned it) know how to sew, so the sewing part could be cute bonding time.

Could be platonic or romantic in nature: both would be fine. And also, fully understand it will probably take you time to get to this, of you even get to it at all. I just appreciate you taking the time to read this request~! Can't wait for your next bits of work: hope you have a wonderful day~!!! 💕💕💕💕

hey!! thanks so much for your request!! this was a funny idea bc i can't imagine any of scara's iterations being any good at collaboration but for all separate reasons lmao

I'm not too knowledgeable about doll making but hopefully you like this anyway :D i wrote it as a bit of a glitch!AU spinoff in my mind, but feel free to imagine any other scenarios these three clowns might come together for hahaha WC. 1.3k

----- ⚘ -----

When the three puppets were told not to enter your room and disturb your hobby workstation, this isn’t what they had in mind. Wanderer thought maybe you did something embarrassing as a hobby, Scaramouche thought it might be something potentially dangerous especially if you intended to keep it a secret from them, while Kabukimono was certain that you did some sort of artistic craft that you preferred to keep hidden until the end product was finished.

All three of them were right, in some way or another. 

The three of them stand in your workshop, staring in horror at the dozens of separated doll components you’d strung up around the edges of the room. Scraps of tiny, doll-sized outfits were scattered around your desk, and a half-painted doll head was mounted on some sort of device in the middle of the chaos. The doll’s single painted eye watches their trespassing with silent judgment.

You’re glad you find them out so soon, and you have exactly three seconds to stop them from touching anything in the workshop.

“WhatareyouguysDOINGinhere?!” Nailed it. 

Kabukimono leaps a vertical foot into the air out of fright at your sudden and shrill outburst, while the other two react in more subdued manners before turning around to face you, standing in the doorway behind them. Your arms are outstretched, palms forward, and you’re braced as though you’re anticipating some sort of impact.

“Don’t. Touch. Anything.” You warn. “Not all of these are dry, and if you smudge anything I’ll have to restart them.”

“Why do you have a bunch of dismembered doll corpses?” Scaramouche asks, jerking his thumb at the precariously hanging doll components.

“A seller in Inazuma asked me if I could help him finish a few dolls, since I told him I used to do it as a hobby back in my world.” You explain, not dropping your guarded position. “If any of you want to eat dinner this week, I suggest you step away from the dolls. Slowly.”

“Can you not call them that?” Kabukimono complains to Scara as the trio carefully shuffle out of your workshop. “They’re not corpses, they just haven’t been put together yet.”

“Well, they aren’t alive either, so what’s your point?” 

“If you need some help completing them, I can pitch in.” The three of you look wide-eyed at Wanderer, who seems to immediately regret making the offer. He shrugs and looks away quickly. “Or not. Whatever.”

“I’d love some help,” you start hesitantly. “But what did you want to help with?”

“I can sew the clothes, I guess.”

Scaramouche’s nose wrinkles at this statement. “You can sew?”

“Why is that so surprising?” Wanderer counters, reaching into the inner lining of his haori and showing off a small, familiar cloth doll. Instantly, Kabukimono is patting himself down with a frantic expression, before pointing at Wanderer accusingly.

“Where did you get that?! I lost it a long time ago!”

“Heh, of course you did.” Wanderer smirks. “I made mine. What, are you telling me you never thought of making yourself a new one?”

“I was never good at doing the small stitches…” Kabukimono pouts, crossing his arms and eyeing the doll jealously. 

“That aside,” Wanderer continues, turning to you. “I can help you finish the clothes for your project dolls. The faster you can finish them, the faster you can retrieve the commission for them, right?”

“That’s true, I guess,” you acquiesce, already running the math in your head. If you could get the commission for the dolls early, you might not have to budget as hard this week. 

“I wanna help too!” Kabukimono declares, raising his hand (a bit redundantly, given he’s standing right next to you).

“Whatever,” Scaramouche snorts and waves dismissively as he begins to walk away. “If that’s what you nerds want to waste your time on, be my guest. As long as you don’t make it my problem, I don’t care what you do in your free time.”

“Party pooper,” you say, sticking out your tongue at his retreating back. “Well, what do you say, guys? Let’s get this bread?”

“Sure,” Wanderer nods, heading back into the workshop.

“What does bread have to do with dollmaking?” Kabukimono asks, even as he’s herded into the room by you.

“I’ll explain later, let’s finish up these bad boys first,” you promise, and the workshop door closes behind you.

----- ⚘ -----

“I made another sword!” Kabukimono declares, hurrying over to your workbench and showing off the tiny doll-sized sword he’d made. The fifth one, so far.

“That’s great, buddy!” You give him a pat, to his delight. “I think we’re okay on swords for now, though, d’you wanna try making something else this time?”

“Okay!”

Wanderer looks up from where he’s sitting cross-legged on the floor, a few pins sticking out of his mouth as he uses them to hold his patterns in place. 

“Did your toymaker guy say what kinds of dolls he wanted?” He asks, holding up another utilitarian-looking outfit. “I can’t imagine this is what he had in mind when he asked for your help.”

“I mean, these are kind of edging into action figure territory,” you shrug. “But that’s probably fine. There’s a market out there for everything, nowadays.”

“Make a kimono that looks like the Shogun,” Kabukimono suggests, handing Wanderer some purple fabric. “Everybody likes the Shogun, right? She should be pretty popular.”

You and Wanderer both wince (for different reasons) at Kabukimono’s well-meant statement. However, Wanderer does take the purple fabric and sets it gently aside, and you wonder if he’ll take the suggestion after all. 

“Are you losers done in here? I’m tired of doing the dishes for two days straight,” Scaramouche kicks the door in, uncaring of the delicate work you three are doing. Thankfully, the risky parts are all done, so nothing suffers any damage with his sudden entrance. Scara drops three bowls onto your workbench, each piled with fried rice and vegetables.

“Ha, you’d make a great housewife,” Wanderer snickers, earning himself a smack on the back of his head. “Ow.”

“Thank you!” Kabukimono takes his bowl and brings it to where he’s working on something, hopefully not another sword. 

“Thanks,” you say as well, giving Scara a genuine smile. The puppet scowls and leaves as quickly as he’d come in.

“Don’t bother! It doesn’t benefit anyone if you drop dead from starvation, you know?” he sneers over his shoulder as he slams the door shut. 

There’s silence as you three eat the lunch that was generously provided, stacking the bowls and putting them beside the door for when you guys go for your next break.

“I think I’m done after I finish this last outfit,” Wanderer sighs, holding up the unfinished garment. It looks hilarious in his hands, a cheerful pink and purple kimono in stark contrast to his deadpan expression.

“I’m almost done too!” Kabukimono adds, holding up his latest project: a doll-sized armor set. You smile gratefully at the both of them, even as you rub your temples with a sigh.

“Okay, great, I’ll put these together and bring them to the toymaker later this afternoon, then!” You say, hoping you sound enthusiastic about it. You think about the mismatched collection of outfits and sword accessories, wondering how you were going to sell this to your temporary employer. 

----- ⚘ -----

As it turns out, if there’s one thing Inazumans like, it’s swordsmen. The toymaker looks in awe at your half dozen tiny samurai, handing you a pouch of mora with a pleased word of thanks. 

As you’re headed back home, you get a telepathic message from Wanderer.

KABUKIMONO WANTS TO KNOW WHEN WE’RE GETTING MORE DOLLS.

‘He fired me, we’ll have to do something else,’ you think back, hoping you don’t sound too guilty in your head.

As much as you love these guys, you aren’t sure you could take another two days straight of having to collab with them. Hopefully buying some treats on the way home will placate them.

—– ⚘ —–

^ reader trying to juggle all three scara iterations without breaking any of the dolls LMAO

[kolyamanic]

Dove and a Cage

nikolai gogol x gn! reader

Synopsis: Basically SFW headcannons and other shit about Nikolai as a boyfriend !

A.N: I love Nikolai Gogol ! Also NOT proofread, poorly written (IMO) and I don’t have autocorrect SO-

Buddy’s an eccentric guy. Terrorist. Mass murderer. All good qualities. Obviously, your relationship is something (cough insane cough). With this in mind, see to the following as a sort of guide when adopting your very own Ukrainian magician as a lover.

Baths. Nikolai adores bath - the cool water, fruity scented shampoo that he washes his braid with. But they're better with his darling dove! Sure, he could wash the blood of his victims off his body by himself, but that's boring. Better to have your hands trace over every single inch of him as you're stuck in his lap in a overly filled bubble bath. it's a miracle if you don't inhale one or two bubbles. you're also lucky if the whole apartment doesn't flood with how much water Nikolai splashes around. It's free will, y'know.

flooding y'alls apartment because he left the sink on while washing off his clown makeup

Ooooh, speaking of makeup! Have you seen the man? Nikolai’s a clown, and he’s got nearly everything someone could want. Especially eyeliner and red-colored products. Eyeshadow. Lipstick. Blush. Have fun being held down at the vanity chair as he dolls you up to look ‘just like him!’. Sure, the desk is covered in red particles and a few black smudges, but now his dove is a duplicate of him. You two are that one couple during Halloween that goes ALL out on the makeup. Honestly, Nikolai recreates facial gore pretty well (praise his terrorist tendencies please and thanks!) so if you’re trying to cosplay Cosmo from Chainsaw Man with the eyeball hanging out, he’s gotchu!

And when you do his makeup he melts because it’s so cute how your fingers are fumbling around with the brush as he hums some Ukrainian song and complains that you’re taking so long yet also praises you for doing such a good job? Two sides of the same coin for sure. Expect to have lipstick stains on your skin after you apply his lipstick.

In case it wasn’t ducking obvious enough, this man LOVES physical affections and contact. Drop him in the middle of the Sahara Desert with no food, water or shelter and he’d perk up after one kiss from you. Cuddling is a big deal of your relationship. As energetic and manic as he seems, Nikolai’s a human too who craves attention and affection from his s/o! He’s always big spoon and makes sure his hands are on your chest at all times. Or thighs. It’s either that or the boobs. He likes to bury his head in your chest too and claims it’s more soft than your pillows.

Kisses are to be given at random intervals by Nikolai. You’re cleaning his bloodied clothing? Cool, you’re making out with him in the laundry room now. Especially when he’s jealous. Nikolai is possessive as fuck. You’re his dove for a reason - kept in a cage for him to coo and fuss over. It’s hypocritical of him - always crying about freedom and ‘free will’ - but he doesn’t care. You’re innocent, in his eyes. The world’s dirty and he’s gotta purge it for you through destruction and kisses! So. Many. Kisses. Tongue, too. And lotsa times spent together!

Dates…are something. Nikolai’s a globally recognized terrorist, and so he can’t just waltz outta the house with you. No, sir! Either it’s something illegal (usually stupid little things that turn out to be a major violation of the law but he claims he ‘didn’t know’) or it’s staying at home brushing and styling his hair or letting Nikolai attempt to teach you the hopak dance. He’ll tease you, but he’ll love you. Bonus points if you make piroshki afterwards too. Bonus BONUS points if you make a second batch after he eats the first one !

there’s only so many things to do with your ukrainian boyfriend, but Nikolai has the brilliant ability to somehow find the dumbest shit possible to do. Safe to say, your dates are NEVER boring. Either it ends in bed cuddling, or running away from the police as he uses his cape to smuggle you two back to your temporary apartment.

Nikolai is a great boyfriend overall - affectionate, humorous (in a dark AND normal way) and never boring. The cops may be on you two’s asses all the time for various crimes, but hey - it’s not a crime to love Nikolai Gogol!

[igotanidea]

Ren Fair: Dick Grayson x reader

summary/request: dick x reader going to a renaissance fair.

Warnigns: some innuendo (but funny ones I hope), some injuries (obviously), fluff.

***

She definitely didn't expect this.

It was just a regular Friday, and that usually meant counting down the hours until the weekend and dreaming of spending the entire two days in your apartment, in a comfy sweatshirt and sweatpants, doing nothing except maybe cuddling with your boyfriend.

With her beloved boyfriend Dick, who always knew how to take care of her, even if she wasn't aware of it.

And whom she loved because of it.

So when she came home from work, dropped her bag on the floor next to the door, kicked off her shoes, and fell face first onto the couch with a loud groan of relief, she was more than pleased to see a box wrapped in blue paper with her name tag on it. Apparently Dick's handwriting.

Her energy felt like it immediately surged again as she stood up, reaching for the gift, almost falling to the floor in the process. She was just too lazy to get up, so she took the classic "let's see how far I can stretch before I fall backwards" approach.

With the greatest delicacy and care, she untied the ribbons and took out the paper, looking inside.

She loved surprises from him.

Or at least until then.

What a pity she couldn't see her own face as she reached in and pulled out what looked like a dress but wasn't.

– Is that a damn corset? Y/N muttered, the frown on her face growing by the second. What the hell!? She never wore things like that! Did Dick get the gifts wrong? Maybe he wanted to give it to another girl? Was he cheating on her? But if so, shouldn't it be...sexier? Even though she was pained by the possibility of Dick's infidelity, she would eventually come to terms with him having a kink for a women in lingerie. But the clothes she held looked more like a habit than a seductive underwear. Did he like the nun cosplay for foreplay now!?

Cholera…

Her own thoughts disgusted her and she threw the outfit away with a groan.

Apparently she didn't know her own boyfriend.

“Hey, Y/n!”

She almost jumped on the couch when he entered the room (of course, he moved like a 100% vigilante even in his civilian version, so she didn't hear a sound. Knocking was overrated in this relationship).

"DICK!"

"Hey Baby." his eyes landed on the dress on the floor and his smile immediately disappeared. Didn't like your gift?

"I..." she began, stopping mid-sentence as her eyes landed on his figure, widening in pure shock. "What-? What are you wearing?!"

“Amazing, right? I know, I love it too. And you better not ask how long it took to find it and how much I charged Bruce's credit card. Dick chuckled, squirming around, flexing his muscles.

What the hell was going on!?

Her beloved boyfriend stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself with a huge and completely unjustified amount of self-love, while looking like...

"Clown". He smiled as if that explained everything.

“Mhm. Yes, of course. She made a confused face, barely keeping herself from palming her face. "The only thing you're missing is a hat with bells."

“You know what, that's a really great idea! Maybe I should-"

“Wow! Hold back, Grayson. Hold back! Do you want to explain this?

"But what?" he tilted his head with a confused expression, thus resembling the character whose costume he was wearing.

“Why are you wearing puffy pants and a diamond-patterned vest? Why is there a weird looking dress in the box with my name on it? Dick - "

"Wait. Wait, wait..." he pinched the bridge of his nose, turning to her. "Didn't you look in the box?"

"Yes but…"

"No? No. Inside inside." - he emphasized, and for some unknown reason a shiver ran down her spine. Should she be worried? Was there a themed toy there too?

Damn it!

She wanted to scream when, at his watchful, expectant look, she turned the box upside down and watched in amazement as a piece of paper fell out of it, which turned out to be an invitation.

What a relief

She clearly had that feeling written all over her face, because Dick's initial concern turned into a fit of laughter, which only made him look even more as a jester as he continued to shake his head.

“Y/N-” he almost choked. “What were you thinking?”

“Shut up…” she muttered, blushing

“Oh, no, please tell me. I insist!"

"Shut up you idiot!" she threw a pillow at him, which of course didn't hurt him, and focused on the list to keep her trembling hands occupied. “Renaissance fair?”

"Ta dah! Surprise!" - he smiled, throwing his hands in the air

“Since when have you been a fan of history?” Y/N frowned. “I mean, I know you're an 80s fan because Discowing….”

"Shut up!" he ran up to her and put his hand over her mouth before she even said a word. “It was comfortable and airy!”

“Can't argue with that!” She giggled, but it was actually liberating to know that he wasn't into the type of cosplay she had initially thought of.

"come on, let's go. It'll be fun, I promise. You'll be the lady-in-waiting, and I'll be your devoted clown, always ready to cheer you up."

“You don’t need that outfit to do that.”

“But it’s working,  isn’t it?” he smirked, enjoying the smile forming on her face, which he didn’t see for a while now. “Pretty please?” he pouted his lips, giving her a begging puppy look.

“can’t say no to those eyes, can I?” she ruffled his hair playfully.

“But we definitely are getting me that hat!”

*** 

Given all that, on Saturday forenoon Dick and Y/N dressed up (obviously not without her complaining about lack of ability to breathe because of the corset ties) and drove to the renaissance fair Dick was so excited about.

And apparently not only he had such feelings, cause the crowd of people coming from all directions was in fact overwhelming. Who would have thought that so many women would choose to spend their weekend dressed up in sixteenth-century robes, listening to the sounds of lute music.  Who would have thought that so many men would rather discuss the aspects of the works of the brightest minds of the era than lay on the couch mindlessly flipping through their phones or switching TV channels.

In a spacious field, here and there, were colourful tents, in which women showed Renaissance activities such as weaving and embroidery. In the very centre, at located there stage, at high noon, a typical scene from the life of people at that time was to be performed. There were costumed event participants everywhere, and the tables set under canopies were brimming under the weight of delicacies and drinks, the sight of which made your mouth water. The smells, sounds and the lazy atmosphere of sunny weekend day were creating an otherworldly and timeless impression.  It was almost like a time travel few centuries back, and despite her initial inhibitions and fear that it would all turn out to be a flop and a laughing stock it seemed like everything was buttoned to the last detail.

“are you ready m’lady?” Dick bowed slightly in front of Y/N reaching for her hand, the bells on his hat jingling at the motion.

“Grammercy (thank you)” she mirrored his motion „although I am not sure whether a Good Madam (lady of the court) shall be seen in such familiarity with a jokester.” Y/N turned her head away slightly, feigning the woman’s shyness.

“Grammercy? Oh, you little minx, you came prepared!” Dick laughed happily, trying to tickle her.

“Yeah, well, I did some research, but you have no idea how hard it was to find something more than please and thank you on the Internet on such short notice!“

“Mhm, sure…” he muttered absentmindedly, too excited by the fact that she was already starting to enjoy the day.. “You’re doing amazing one way or another. Now come on, love, I want to see everything.”

 ***

“Told you it was not a good idea to try and outdo the professionals!”

“I am a professional!”

“Not is this outfit, Dick!”

It was such a nice day, full of laughter, joy, tasting food and trying out new activities. No worries or stress or the pressure of time (pun intended). Just spending time together.

Well-

Until it was time for the acrobats to perform.

Obviously, after literal five minutes Dick crossed his arms and started sulking and muttering under his nose. Something about him being better and more skilled and if only he could get on that stage, he would let everyone know what a real SHOW was all about. Unfortunately, one of the performers heard his gabble, and unaware of the potential consequences and Dick’s attention-seeker attitude, invited him to join, before Y/N managed to stop them.

It wasn’t surprising to her that her boyfriend was in fact good, he was raised in the circus after all, but doing acrobatics, somersaults and pirouettes in the air, in a very specific suit and footwear was far from trying to do so on a slippery stage in a jester’s pompon shoes.

So, in result, she was now sitting with him in the shade of a tree, with his leg stretched out on the grass using some ice to minimize the swelling on his ankle, laughing internally at the whole situation.  

“But Y/N!”

“hush, Grayson. I swear I’m gonna put you on house arrest for bringing shame to me.” She chuckled, making sure the whole ankle was evenly cooled.

“HEY! That’s mean! And not true! That’s a slander!” he started to fidget, equally hurt and annoyed by those words. But the second her joy-filled eyes landed on his face and she gave him her prettiest smile he had to let go of the feigned resentment.

“You were so much better than those acrobats there, Dick. Truly. Thanks for bringing me here, I did have fun.” She pecked his nose briefly. “Regardless, you got to warn me next time you come up with such a crazy idea.”

“Where’s the surprise in- Wait, did you say next time?!”

“hush, jokester! It is not proper to address a lady this way.”

“God, Y/N, I love you” he grabbed her waist and not caring about correct reflection of the era’s customs pulled her close to his chest kissing her deeply. He adored that woman with her endless acceptance of his jokes and humour and staying with him despite his (sometimes childish) attitude and his openness and crazy ideas. And maybe he was keeping a little something in those puffy pants pocket, waiting for a proper time.

Which he was sure was going to come sooner than later.

honorary mention to @gone-batty-fics as a thanks for making me pay more attention to punctuation :D

[gingeredmink]

Dreamers as tumblr users AU

Because my brain can and WILL go off the deep end off absolutely nothing

Mado posts a bunch of art and music with zero tags or description and is famous somehow, she's kinda seen as a cryptid.

Uro throws everything on one blog [anime gifs, recipes, goofy animal vids that she always tags as #THISISMEEEE, funky tunes, ect], she's amassed a large following due to unhinged text posts and drawings of cursed lil guys

Sabi has a gore/macabre horror blog, sometimes posts selfies in goth outfits that Uro reblogs and gushes over in the tags

Sou does gothic writing stuff, he's the kind that takes the writing prompt of the day sorta stuff and runs with it. Also gives long thought out advice when asked and is surprisingly chill. Uro posted a selfie with him once [his face was censored with a cat sticker] and people lost their mind

Tats/Lefia share a blog and sign their post with either ᘛ⁐ᕐᐷ or ⊹₊♚₊⊹ to show who's posting. It's overall really cute stuff but sometimes Tats posts a bunch of depressing shit out of the blue and freaks people out.

Muma and Sometsuki have really simple blogs full of bunnies with random aesthetic posts here and there. Sometsuki's has lo-fi with violin bgm

more random interactions under cut cause I don't wanna drop a tolkein novel of dreamer thoughts in tags.

The closest thing anyone's ever gotten to Mado speaking was when Uro asked if she likes cats and she replied with, "ↀᆺↀ"

People begged Uro to get Mado to say more and she always responds with absurd nonsense like, "I cannot force the Mado to speak, she offers her words as blessings and we should be thankful for when she graces us."

Sometimes Uro's a clown on Tat's post and Tats just responds with "ᘛ⁐ᕐᐷ ✂"

Sabi and Tats did a Silent Hill cosplay together one time [Sabi was Heather Mason, Tats was some little monster child]. People still get surprised every time Tats shows their horror fan side.

Sabi sometimes makes edits/art as covers for Sou's writing and vice versa

It's hilarious seeing Sou's more serious/somber posts get broken up by him responding to some nonsense from Uro like, "Every day I wonder what I did to deserve your acquaintanceship." [uro just replies with, "aw, you know you love me~"]

Muma somehow has a thing like shimeji set up on her blog so you can interact with the little bunnies on it.

[maveras-posts]

Funky ART HC’S

Some ✨FUNKY✨ Art Headcanons:

This fucker has IBS I mean he shat his brains out (I feel his pain ngl🤡)

It’s a trade off to being ✨ImmOrTal✨

(Shi at least he has SOMETHING, I got NOTHING)

His favorite snack is those peanut butter pretzels idk it just makes ✨SenSe✨

Art can also play the Kazoo at the professional level

You’ll be running from him and he’s doing the Gangnam style whilst ✨KaZoo✨ is in his mouth 😭

Also Penny, Jack and Art are besties the iconic trio we didn’t know we needed frfr

They try to force him to take a bath😭

He’s like a hissing cat

Art actually is good at keeping generally good hygiene but it has to be on his ✨OwN TeRmS✨

Also is a major pothead I don’t make the rules

Also he smells like nickels (it just seems fitting)

Honestly Satan has a hold on him and it only got worse after Art witnessed what he was contributing to

I feel like after the events of All Hallows Eve he descended more into madness

He has a short attention span you gotta *jingle jingle*

It’s all one big comedy to him, it’s all organized chaos🤪

Hes also obsessed with any and all popcorn he has tried every flavor at least once

Art also has a Dr Pepper ✨PrObLem✨

Like fr he will drop kick a child for one, he’s a fiend

Art also hopes somebody would try to mug him, he wants any chance to uno reverse with his ✨Mouse Ka Tool✨

SO…. Art the clown has taken this page by storm, I have to keep giving the ppl what they want. I never realized how many fans there are of Terrifier. I shall continue to write more slasher content as the spooky season progresses. Also I’m gonna go watch Terrifier 3 to get more ✨ConTent✨ also might show my Art cosplay here someday…anyways… TOODLES

Mavera (V)

[lancermylove]

Hidden Feelings (Oneshot)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: Mammon x gn!Reader

Warning: Spoilers from “Mammon in the Office”.

Commissioned by: @lann-de-lei​

Prompt: Hi! May I ask for another oneshot? ^.^  Obey Me! Mammon x gn!reader Friends to lovers, Fluff SFW/suggestive/NSFW is up to you  Scenario: MC unintentionally makes Hell Coffee for Mammon.  MC and Mammon are friends, MC is suppressing their feelings to Mammon (because of previous painful experience with a cheating boyfriend).  MC makes a coffee for Mammon when he needs to wake up early for one of his part-time jobs. They are not aware of the Hell coffee qualities, so when Mammon notices the extreme bitterness of the coffee both of them just think it's because the coffee blend is too strong.

A/N: Hi! Thank you for your commission! ❤️ Your requests are always so much fun to write, but I’m sorry for taking longer than usual. The conversation for Mammon in the Office is integrated into the story, but I changed the last part since the story in the game has more of a developed relationship feel. 

Word Count: 3,498

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“You...got...this,” the nervous demon gripped the edge of the bathroom counter while staring at his reflection in the mirror. “I got this! So, what if I gotta work at an office...? So, what if I ain’t got experience? I’m Mammon the Great! I can do anythin’ I set my mind to! ‘Sides, I only need to talk to folks who call the company. That ain’t bad.” 

He moved his eyes from his reflection to his unlocked phone and set as the home screen was the reason he wanted the job in the first place. “Focus on the goal. This is my time to shine...and make (y/n) proud of me! If everythin’ goes as planned, my brothers’ll learn that I can make good bucks without needin’ to gamble or sell their stuff.” 

With an ear-to-ear grin on his face, Mammon marched out of his bathroom and casually gazed at this clock. “Dammit, I’m gonna be late! There’s gotta be somethin’ in my closet I can wear, right?” 

He eyed his butler costume for a few seconds and shrugged, “It’s better than wear somethin’ that doesn’t match the dress code.” Ripping the towel sitting on his hips, he tossed it on the staircase railing - you were most likely going to lecture him about not being organized, but he didn’t have the time to worry about that. Mammon fixed his cuffs before taking one last look in his full-length mirror and winking at himself, “Lookin’ good!”

As soon as he stepped into the dining room, his brothers grew quiet, and all eyes were on him. ‘I was expectin’ ‘em to stare at me shocked an’ all, but why’re they lookin’ at me like I’m a clown in a freakin’ circus?’

“My, oh my. Mammon, what’s with that outfit?” Asmo gasped.

“Looking good!” You chuckled, showing him a thumbs up. 

The second brother smiled ear-to-ear and knew if anyone could make his morning bright, it was you - his dearest friend. “The great Mammon can rock any outfit! Or did ya forget I model too?” 

“So, what’s your inspiration for cosplaying?” Levi curiously asked, wanting to know why his non-anime-loving brother wanted to cosplay.

‘Cosplaying? Seriously?’ What else was he expecting from someone who watches too much anime and plays too many video games? “This ain’t cosplay! I got a job, all right? A part-time gig! They told me to come in a suit, so I’m wearin’ the closest thing I got.” 

“You? Working somewhere with a dress code?” Beel nearly dropped his burger on the floor. 

The youngest brother shook his head in disapproval, “You lost a bet. Just admit it.” 

Here we go again - his brothers doubting him for every little thing he does. ‘I know I ain’t the most honest guy, but do they’ve to doubt me all the time? Not ya too, Lucifer...y’know me better than ‘em, so why’re ya askin’ me about losing a bet? Man, sometimes I feel like my brothers see me as a criminal or somethin’.’

Mammon ignored all his brothers and shifted his attention to you. At least he had someone who believed him; in the end, that was all he needed. Today was going to be a great day, and he was going to work hard to reach his goal!

----

“’Bout time the day is over.” The Avatar of Greed loosened his tie as he entered the comforts of the House of Lamentation. Tossing the tie on the floor, he peeled off his jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeves. How did his co-worker do this every day? It was only his first day, and he felt like he took part in a war. ‘Nah, fightin’ in a war is easier than doin’ office work.’ 

As soon as he stepped into the dining room, he saw his brothers and their expressions - great, it was time to target Mammon, wasn’t it? ‘Why can’t I’ve one freakin’ day without ‘em botherin’ me or pickin’ on me? I don’t have any energy to deal with this.’

“Whooa! Look at you! Loose tie? Rolled up sleeves?” Levi laughed while scanning Mammon’s disheveled state. 

“Buzz off.” 

“You’ve even got that glazed-over look in your eyes!” 

“I said I’m tired, didn’t I? That damn company is workin’ me to death...,” the second brother growled as he ran his fingers through his hair - Levi was enjoying this way too much. While arguing with his brothers and asking them to leave him alone, Mammon’s eyes desperately searched for you. ‘Where is (y/n)? I really need to talk to ‘em.’ 

----

The scene at the office from the afternoon refused to leave your mind - Mammon working diligently and giving it his all without complaining. What was going on? He said he wanted to work to buy an expensive item, but for Mammon to work this hard and with honesty was indigestible, even for you. 

“Should I ask him?”

“Are ya done talkin’ to yourself?” Mammon took the first opportunity to escape his brothers and sprinted to your room. As soon as he entered, he expected you to greet him with a smile; instead, he found you staring off into space and mumbling to yourself. 

“Oh, Mammon, when did you get here?” The corners of your lips started to curl up but dropped very quickly when you noticed his pale face, disheveled clothes, and zombie-like energy. ‘Looks like the company took a toll on him.’ 

“Forget ‘bout that...lemme crash...I’m dead tired.” 

With a chuckle, you got up and gracefully gestured your hand toward your bed. “The bed is all yours.” 

Mammon thanked you in a small voice, walked up to your bed, and plopped face-first on the mattress. The sheets smelled just like you, and the scent was enough to calm him down no matter how much stress he was in. You watched Mammon for a good minute, feeling bad for him. Maybe he deserves a reward for his hard work. “How about I give you a massage?” 

“Hell yeah! That’s what I’m talkin’ about!” The demon melted into the bed as you dug your fingertips into his shoulders and began working the stress out of his tensed muscles. “I’m feelin’ a ton better now.” 

“That’s what friends are for!” 

“Friends...yeah...” He didn’t know why but hearing you call him a friend didn’t sit well with him. ‘The hell is wrong with me? We are friends...so why ain’t I likin’ the sound of it? Guess the day has taken a toll on me...’ 

----

Setting the cup of coffee on the wooden table, you smiled in contentment as you examined the fruits of your hard work. Hell soy sauce-flavored ramen, not the healthiest of breakfasts, but check. Blackbelly newt legs and fried scorpion sandwiches, still not a healthy breakfast, but check. To top it all off, a cup of coffee with a slight dash of milk. 

You casually moved your gaze to the kitchen clock and wondered when Mammon was going to be up. On cue, you caught a flash of silver out of the corner of your left eye and felt Mammon rest his forehead on your shoulder from behind. “Someone is still sleepy. Weren’t you making fun of Lucifer for not being a morning demon?” 

“Why ya gotta bring up his name first thing in the mornin’?” 

A playful giggle escaped your lips as you gently patted his head with your left hand, “Now, hurry up and eat. I’m not going to let you walk out of this house without finishing everything I cooked. You know, I had to wake up very early to make breakfast for you.” 

The groggy demon lifted his head to see a neatly arranged row of plates with his favorite foods. You woke up early just to cook for him? A warm fuzzy feeling spread through his chest and an expected thought crossed his mind. Why did this feel like a spouse waking up early to cook for their husband to show their support? ‘What in the Devildom am I thinkin’?’ 

With an grin, Mammon brought his favorite “Devildom’s best demon” mug, that you gifted him, to his lips and tilted it. The second the dark liquid touched his lips, every hair on his head stood up and a jolt ran through his body. 

“Mammon? Are you okay?” You questioned after seeing his right eye twitching. 

“Y’know I’m alive, don’tcha?” He asked, setting the cup down on the table while wincing. 

“Well...yeah...” 

“Then why in Devildom didja use so much coffee? This coffee is so strong that it could wake the dead!”

“Strong? But I just used a little...sorry, I will put less tomorrow.”

Mammon’s irritation deflated as he saw your smile fall. “Sorry...didn’t mean to get upset. Hey...don’t be sad. I will drink every last drop, ‘kay?”

“And you will finish everything I cooked?”

“I’ll eat every last bite.” He chuckled and ruffled your hair as you giggled in response.

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“Mammon, why are you making that face again? I put in even less coffee than yesterday.”

“The coffee is too strong.”

“No, it’s not!”

Lucifer dragged his feet into the kitchen but stopped at the entrance, exhaling loudly, “What possible reason could you two be arguing this early in the morning?”

“And here I thought Mammon looked like a zombie in the morning,” you giggled but quickly cleared your throat when he shot a glare in your direction. “Oh, Lucifer, perfect timing!”

You grabbed a plain black mug and filled it to the brim with the coffee you brewed. “Could you please try this and tell me what it tastes like?”

He graciously accepted the coffee and took a drawn sip, but unlike Mammon, his reactions were as expected. “I do not understand why you require me to describe the taste of coffee, but...the coffee tastes like...coffee.”

“Is it too strong?” 

“Quite the contrary. The brew is rather mild.”

“See! What did I tell you, Mammon? I don’t know why you keep telling me it’s too strong.”

While taking sips from the mug, Lucifer quietly watched you bantering with Mammon, his eyes darting from you to his brother and back to you as he wondered how the two of you had so much energy in the morning. As he was about to exit the kitchen to find a quiet place to continue his student council work from the previous night, he heard Mammon say, “I can’t help it if the coffee tastes bitter!”

The Avatar of Pride stopped in his tracks and twisted his body slightly to glance at Mammon. ‘Did I hear that correctly? He finds this coffee...bitter?’ Lucifer quickly scanned the kitchen counter, only to find a glass jar with capital red letters “COFFEE”. He glanced at you and Mammon once more before exiting the kitchen with a knowing smile.

“I wonder...how long will it take them to realize...”

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For weeks, your routine with Mammon repeated on loop; you woke up every morning to make him breakfast, and he complained about the coffee being too strong. Eventually, the second brother got tired of complaining and dealt with the bitter taste - at least it woke him up. 

“Good morning, (y/n)~! Ah, did you make breakfast today? If you don’t mind, I will help myself.” Asmo skipped into the kitchen with a half-asleep Satan following him. As the fifth brother filled his empty plate, the fourth brother poured himself a cup of coffee. Mammon silently watched Satan, knowing he was not going to be pleased with the bitterness of the brew, but much to his shock, his brother showed no such reaction. 

“Satan, thank you for not making faces while drinking the coffee I made.” 

“What do you mean, (y/n)?” Asmo asked. 

“Mammon keeps telling me the coffee is too bitter and makes faces while drinking it,” you pouted, glaring cutely at your closest friend. 

Out of curiosity, Asmo took a teensy tiny sip out of Satan’s cup and raised his eyebrow. “It’s not bitter. Mammon, what are you-”

The Avatar of Lust’s muscles tensed up as he snapped his head toward Satan, who was already looking at him with wide eyes. Asmo’s lips grew into a wide smile, and right as he was going to blurt the truth about the coffee, Satan covered his mouth and dragged him out of the kitchen. 

‘Why did Asmo have that reaction? It’s not bitter...the coffee is not bitter.’ Mammon’s eyes gradually widened, and his breath got caught in his throat. That coffee jar with the red words! The prank Asmo played on the brothers before you came to Devildom - no way! Does this mean you...?

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The whole night he was tossing and turning as he tried to sort out his own feelings, so when morning came, he hopped out of bed, hurriedly got ready, and rushed to the kitchen. Mammon never got an answer to the question that roamed his mind - do I like them too - but he was going to find out one way or another. 

“Mammon? You are up early...and you don’t look like you got much sleep. Everything okay?” 

“Y-Yeah, I was havin’ a hard time sleepin’.” He gripped your mug in his right hand, still not sure if he should be ‘tricking’ you. Though he felt bad for not telling you the entire truth, Mammon handed you the coffee cup with a faltering smile, “I wanted to do somethin’ nice for ya as a thank you for wakin’ up early every day to cook for me.” 

“That’s so sweet!” 

As you brought the mug closer to your mouth, Mammon watched you intensely, his heart pounding out of control. He gulped loudly when the rim of the mug made contact with your lips. How was he going to react if you thought the coffee was not bitter? How was he going to react if you said the coffee was bitter? Most of all, how did he want you to react? His head began to spin, but upon noticing your tensed shoulders, Mammon held onto his breath. ‘What are your feelings, (y/n)?’

Turning your head to the side, you spit out the liquid, but the bitter residue lingered in your mouth. “Ew. Ew. Ew! Mammon, you were right! The coffee is too bitter! I’m sorry for not believing you. Wait, but why did Lucifer, Asmo, and Satan say the coffee was not bitter? Mammon...why are you blushing?”

“H-Huh? Oh, um...I’m gettin’ late for work!” With those words, Mammon dashed out of the kitchen at full speed. 

“Mammon...?” Amidst the white, dust trail your friend left behind, you stopped in a mute stupor. 

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A week had passed since the incident with Mammon, but you still couldn’t stop thinking about it. Why did he run away? Why did he wake up early that day to make breakfast for you? Was it only meant for a ‘thank you for your support’? What was Asmo going to say that day Satan dragged him away? 

Initially, you considered approaching Mammon directly, but you knew he wouldn’t answer. Heck, he had not spoken to you since the day you said the coffee was bitter. Why were you and Mammon the only ones who found the coffee bitter? The long list of questions had kept you out every night, and you were desperate for answers. 

You poked into Asmo’s room, and the strong fragrance of the roses on his bedframe tickled your nose. The beautiful demon was busy painting his nails, and though you felt bad disturbing him, you stepped into the room and asked, “Asmo, do you have time to talk?”

“Of course, sweetie! I always have time for you~.” He flashed a warm smile and motioned you to sit next to him. “What would you like to talk about?” 

“What were you going to say the day? Why did Mammon and I think the coffee was bitter, but the rest of you thought it was fine?” You spoke without taking a breath and added in a few more questions. 

“Sweetie! Breathe! I am sorry to say this, but you should ask Mammon these questions. It’s better you learn from him than me,” his voice was soft with a hint of sympathy. 

“Asmo, there is no way Mammon is going to answer. He hasn’t talked to me since I tasted the coffee he made and said it was bitter.” 

His jaw dropped, and for a moment, the fifth brother stared at you without moving a muscle. Seeing your concerned look, Asmo gathered himself and attempted to smile, but you could see a hint of sadness in his eyes. “I cannot believe I am admitting this openly, but I am jealous of Mammon. Sweetie, are you familiar with Hell’s coffee?” 

“Yes! I remember Solomon talking about it. He said something along the lines of the coffee tasting bitter if brewed by-” 

Asmo watched your eyes slowly grow twice the normal size as you brought your hand over your mouth. You brewed the coffee for Mammon, and he thought it was bitter; moreover, he brewed it for you, and it tasted equally bitter. ‘Does this mean Mammon figured out it was Hell’s coffee? Is that why he is avoiding me? But...this means...I have feelings for...him.’ 

“Talk to him, sweetie. You two need to sort this out as soon as possible. I have been waiting to tell you this for a while, but not all men are alike. I understand the trauma you faced in your past, but I can assure you that Mammon is not like that. Remember, this statement is coming from someone who is not that fond of him.” 

Asmo was right; you had to talk to him like a mature adult, whether you liked it or not, or whether he liked it or not. Taking out your phone, you messaged your friend to meet you in your room once he was free. After thanking Asmo for his help, you returned to your room and took time to mentally prepare for your conversation with Mammon. 

As you waited for him, each ticking second felt like an hour, but eventually, Mammon showed up at your doorstep with a red shopping bag with gold letters in his hand. “(Y/n), you wanted to talk to me?” 

Without beating around the bush, you looked him in the eyes and asked in a neutral voice, “Mammon, I know about the Hell’s coffee. Why didn’t you tell me you like me?”

The Avatar of Greed sat next to you, and with his eyes on the floor, he replied, “I could ask you the same. Why didn’t ya tell me ya like me?”

“A few years back, I started dating a man who I was incredibly fond of. Our relationship was fine, and he took care of me...I imaged a future together, planned everything out, and...,” you let out a self-deprecating chuckle, “and I found out he was cheating on me with my friend. The entire time, they were...behind my back...and I...felt like an idiot.” 

Mammon remained silent but rested a slightly damp, shaking hand on top of yours. His thoughtful gesture made you smile a bit, “I figured out my feelings for you a long time ago, but I was afraid of telling you.” 

“Lemme ask you this. Do you think I would cheat on ya?” 

“No, but...” 

Getting up from his seat, your dear friend kneeled in front, reached for the shopping bag, and fished out two boxes with gold writing on top of a designer you recognized. He opened one of the boxes before handing it to you, after which he gently parted the second box to reveal a matching watch. 

“I worked my butt off for these, but I really wanted to get ya one too. Y’know, like a couples watch kinda thing. (Y/n), I know gettin’ cheated on can leave a scar, but would ya give me a chance?” He set aside the two watches, enclosed your hands in his, and poured out the feelings he had been shielding in his heart. “Ever since ya came to live with us, I’ve liked ya. I didn’t want to lose your friendship, so I never said anythin’, but after learnin’, you liked me too...I can’t hold back anymore. Please, give me one chance. I’ll stay loyal to you and only you. I promise! Ya can’t say no to this handsome face, can ya?” 

The corners of your lips firmly tugged up, “No, I can’t say no to your handsome face, but...can we ease into the relationship? I don’t want to jump straight into dating.” 

“You don’t need to ask me. I’ll follow your lead.” 

“Hey, Mammon...” 

“Ya?” 

You rested your forehead against his and closed your eyes, freeing some of the tears that were collecting in your eyes. “Thank you. I look forward to starting a new journey with you.” 

A shade of red crossed his cheeks as he replied in the gentlest voice, “Me too, (y/n). Let’s smile together...forever.” 

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[the-music-phantoms]

- how did you get your system name?

- funniest out of context system quote?

- favorite system holiday?

- do you have subsystems?

- what is switching like for you?

- are there any hobbies you all have?

- what's your headcount?

- do your alters/headmates have different voices or speech patterns?

- does anyone in your system like art?

- how easily does the system split?

- is your system fictive-heavy? factive-heavy? neutral?

- what songs remind you of your alters/ headmates?

- how much amnesia do you experience?

- what do your alters/headmates do in their free time?

what is headspace like for you?

- are there any non-human alters/ headmates?

- what songs remind you of your alters/ headmates?

? - how much amnesia do you experience?

- what do your alters/headmates do in their free time?

- what is headspace like for you?

- are there any non-human alters/ headmates?

- what do you all do to recharge?

- how does the system cope with stress?

- how did you discover your system?

- do any alters help out with school/work?

- who are your frequent fronters?

- I love you all, my sweet little Phantomssssss ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

- have you ever bought your alters/ headmates things?

- what are your introjects/fictives usually sourced from?

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1. The host's online last name, (we don't remember how they got it tbh) plus the fact we like music =the music phantoms/ the Phantom sys

2. "Holy fuck, I'm being harassed by clowns again"

3. I don't think we have one, our fav holiday syswide would be our birthday because yes :]

4. Yes, including the Raine subsys and a few others

5. Usually painful tbh, our head drops and our eyes roll into the back of our head and it hurts but we also have times where we didn't even realize we had switched and nothing really happens soooo

6. fanfiction writing, makeup type stuff, anything horror related

7. Idk, somewhere over 60

8. Sometimes, the children all have a slight baby voice and some alters message more chaoticly than others and some have typing quirks

9. Ehhhh, we all suck at doing it but all somewhat enjoy it

10. Semi easily- it depends but we usually don't split too often

11. Fictive heavy

12. Raine reminds me of Lemons by Cavetown

13. I don't remember/j (but seriously, a bit but not as much as you may think-)

14. Mostly just hang out and cause chaos tbh

15. Big. We have the house where almost everybody has a room, the circus, the bar, the ruins, the forest, the basement in the house etc

16. Yes, lots :,]

17. Sleep, talk to our partners and bestie, watch Tv/ youtube; listen to music etc

18. Honestly, just cry about it usually

19. There's never been a time without us, as far as the host remembers we've always been here. We only got "discovered" when they finally found the name for it (did)

20. Yes, mainly Kiyo, Kayda, and Sunny

21. It changes a lot but is currently Eyera, Raine, Kai, TV, and Rodrick

22. Ehsieuuehdjdjeheu- <333333333

23. Yes, cosplay items, charms they liked, plushies etc

24. Danganronpa tbh- or whatever our Brain is hyperfixated on at the time.

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Moonsdrop fnaf

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Beware the bat character drop: joker

Well...here he is, the new joker

Yeah after seeing Beetlejuice it was hard to not envision him as the joker, down to the mannerisms,sense of humor, craving of chaos, and the self awareness. I can go on and on and on.

Beware the bat takes place around 2-3 years after this universe's version of knightfall(pre Jason Todd?. Joker was sent into hiding by Bane wanting his ass dead and he later showed up in Arkham. During that span of time, numerous joker copycats sprouted up wanting to become the new clown prince of crime. There were 4 of these copycats, and they all are based off of the common ways people interpret the character of joker(both acting and reception)

There's one based off of the way the Heath Ledger Joker became a symbol for incels and toxic masculinity and what not(note I'm not making fun of the portrayal itself, Heath Ledger is and always will be the best version of the Joker put to live action, it's just the way people use him in stuff like "sigma male" memes and whatnot, kinda like Patrick Bateman)

Because it's my au and I had the perfect opportunity, there's a copycat thats based off of the Jared Leto version

(I hate even looking at him)

There's a copycat based off of the Batman who laughs and how DC tries so hard to make him batman's perfect opposite and greatest nemesis

And lastly there's one who is just a cosplayer that joker hunted down because he didn't commit all the way, in my head I have him kinda looking like this joker cosplay by Anthony Misiano

Joker In beware the bat is a mix between the chaotic volatile maniac of Heath Ledger

mixed with the campy gadget wielding man who has a bang gun of the animated series Joker, voiced by Mark Hamill with no in between

You either get "oooh I'm gonna try to get a species of fish named after me" joker or you're gonna get the one that interviews a hostage and brutally murdered him on camera

His origin is mainly up to debate,they think his name is Jack Napier but other than that we have no idea. Some say he was a disgruntled amusement park performer who had enough, some say he was a mobster who was abused to his limit, some just think he turned out that way.

[huozhi]

ok i finished the live action and my overall reaction is that i had fun watching it :p loved seeing an all poc ( asian + indigenous ) cast minus the white boy <3 were there things i was ???????? about........... yes. but i was just honestly brain empty just vibing anyways because if i wanted to be miserable and hate just to hate i would think about my dad but anyways more under the cut bc lKGJSKLGSDKLGJ

nostalgia was def a factor bc why did i cry in nearly every episode or am i just going through it. anyways watching the first ep and realizing they were showing the air nomad genocide i was just

the bending was executed beautifully!!!!!!!! i felt they did rlly well in that factor

i honestly just went into it thinking of it as an AU so the changes didn't bother as much and i refused to think any further on it or i'd lose my mind ( and even then, the changes weren't horrible i dont think idk )

i was honestly living for azula's kinda "origin" to the girl we meet in the animated series. i enjoyed seeing the psychological abuse happening in real time from her father. ALSO. general zhao's speech about azula and zuko? i was frothing at the mouth sorry

where was my professional yapper miss katara?? hello. why was suki down bad for sokka off the bat. there was not enough bullying <3

they were very . determined with the costuming and it shows but it did go a lil overboard for my taste and ventured into cosplay :clown: like at some point it felt like a bunch of super rich cosplayers got together and was like hey, what if we made a live action atla <3 i just feel like the costume department was a hit and miss with various charas and they need to find their footing

my only GENUINE gripe with the show was its delivery with lines and general acting..........? which really confuses me because the cast is full of sm talents that ik are amazing at their craft. so im p sure it comes down to the script and direction so hopefully if it gets greenlit for another season or smth it gets improved upon. otherwise, this isn't bad if ur target audience is for ppl under like 12. BUT considering the creators were like we're tryin to blend GOT elements <3 bestie u kinda dropped the ball there but A- for effort

also the pacing was waaaaaaaaaay too fast. i think 12 eps could've helped but idk

i think the line i saw best describe the series is smth like "it's uniquely its own thing but distinctly still atla, if u go in to pick out flaws, u'll find them but if u just take it for what it is, it's enjoyable" and honestly yeah. if u wanna be a hater then whatever but do Nawt put that energy near me tyvvmmmmm

bonus: heres my fav tweet about yue's costuming that had me giggling bc honestly wtf was that:

[emeritus-fuckers]

MATCH-UP TIME MATCH-UP TIME! Congrats, first of all, and thanks for reviving the events!

1. Your identity!

I am a trans guy, use he/him and I´m bi!

2. Who do you like? (pick from these ones)

I would like to be matched with a Papa :)

3. What do you look like?

I´m just a silly little guy honestly. I only have 2 styles, color vomit (Look like a clown with how colorful I am) or I dress more into the direction of techwear! I just like comfy clothes :) since I am rather short too I sometimes just drown in my clothes but I like it that way, very cozy

4. What's your personality?

I would say I am very chill and calm, very collected too, it takes a lot for me to panic or get even the slightest bit angry. I am very loyal and try to comfort my friends when they have a bad day/time, but I do sometimes get awkward since I tend to miss social cues now and then

5. Tell us about your interests!

I looove sci-fi and fantasy in general! I love dressing up and cosplaying and whatnot, everything to make life just a tad bit more fun, interesting and adventureous! I also looove reading (just about anything, fiction and non-fiction) and also writing myself!

6. Trivia time!

I drink about a bazillion gallons of tea a day and also nap 24/7, I tend to give bugs names and try to keep them safe (especially the lil spider friends)

This post is part of the 1000 followers match up event. Entries for the event are now closed.

Your match is... Papa Emeritus IV

He saw you keeping a spider safe and then naming it, he just fell in love with you in that moment.

He often lends you his hoodie, it's very cosy and comfy. He loves seeing you looking happy when you wear it.

You are really good at being there for him when he needs you. It's good you can stay calm and chill as this helps him stay calm. Sometimes his job and stuff can get stressful but you always help him leave that behind when he is with you.

He is also always there for you, he is just as loyal and if you ever need him he will drop everything and be there for you.

He helps with cosplay and dressing up. He finds the coolest stuff to help with an outfit. He is totally up for joining in.

While you sit and read he'll let you snuggle close to him. You are both very content on the sofa, him playing his video games with his arms around you while you read.

If he finds you napping he will carefully put a blanket over you and kiss you on the forhead.

He knows to always have the kettle on so he can bring you lots of tea. He gets the tea from Primo so it is the best tea you've ever had.

~

Written by Nyx