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Valentino and Typhokinesis

Valentino is capable of typhokinesis, or smoke manipulation. He can generate it, though he prefers to use cigarettes (and occasionally cigars) in order to do that for him. When he smokes, his emotions can be sussed out depending on what the idle smile drifting off of his cigarette does. Sometimes, around certain people, it shows his feelings about them personally. See Vox and the idle hearts that Valentino's smoke makes around him.

Whenever Valentino is around Angel Dust, the smoke is in clouds or shackles. It is innumerable, and inescapable, and never playful or whimsical like it is with Vox.

Valentino smokes very specific cigarettes made with a type of tobacco that he laces with his own venom. When smoke mixes with it, it becomes something he can fully manipulate and even harden it into a physical object (Angel's shackles, for example). At the end of Poison, Valentino smokes a cigar whose smoke is not red until he exhales it into Angel Dust's face.

Valentino's Addictive Qualities (Venom Explanation)

Valentino's Venom Gland Info

Valentino's Venom (Expanded)

[oldworldghost]

Sex with Jonathan Crane but you're both under the influence and by under the influence I mean of his fear toxin but only just enough. Enough to get you both on edge - far too aware of every noise and touch and feeling, just drugged up enough that the mix of adrenaline and fear has you both more desperate than usual because if you don't finish soon someone will see you or hurt you or one of you will leave or something. Desperate and scared enough that you both cling to each other.

Bonus points if Jonathan has his mask on during it too. You can't see his face but you can see how his pupils dilate, hear how ragged his breathing is - how it hitches at the slightest noise outside or whenever your nails scrape down his back. In this essay I will-

[slay-the-heroine]

The Narrator:

Finally.

The Narrator:

You descend the stairs. The sound of your steps separating from the mud is wet and uncomfortable. She calls feebly.

"No, the..."

- - -

The Narrator:

You step into something confined and isolating, full of these vines that twist around each other and ooze. There isn't anything but them, and her.

The Narrator:

The Heroine sits amidst it, clutching her own arms, scratching at red, blistering rashes that concentrate where the vines touch her skin.

"I don't want you to be here. This place only causes pain. You know this."

>>>

[skenisasleb]

damn bro whatd the mouse ever to you buster

(MAO THE MOUSE BELONGS TO @vaporfruit )

[muppenthings]

I had some mer ideas that I had to get out of my system.

Red handfish and honeycomb butterfly seaslug inspired plus random octomer. :>

Doodles with their sizes under the cut.

They go from extra small to extra large. :3

[bepoucorp]

Batman: Arkham Asylum gifs (wholesome)

[goodluckdetective]

If I wrote down every food people told me not to eat because it was “bad for me” I don’t think I’d have anything food options left.

[amor-godess-of-love]

CW: cursing (in polish, but still)

During the university

Jagna : I’ve been dropping him the most insanely obvious hints for like few months now. He still didn't realise I like him.

Jonathan : Wow. He sounds stupid.

Jagna : But he's not. He's really brilliant actually. Just dense and bad at reading social cues.

Jonathan : Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!”

Jagna : I guess you’re right... Hey Jonathan, I love you.

Jonathan : See! Just say that!

Jagna : Ja pierdolę.

Jonathan : If that flies over his head then, sorry Jagna, but he's too dumb for you.

Jagna : Jonathan...

[syn0vial]

so convenient for me that the bad guys in this game keep giving astarion perfectly IC reasons to murder their asses

[ravenclawshermione]

DC Fanfic - Barbs and Briars

Since I'll be posting a new Calla-centric fic on Thursday 9/3, I wanted to share my existing works for her leading up to then! ^-^

“I’d tell you that Bat-fam dinners aren’t usually this awkward, but this was honestly one of the better ones,” Barbs said finally with a heavy sigh, “I vote next one, we sit on the far end and let Damian sit up by Bruce and them instead.”

“Next one?” I asked, incredulous.

“Oh… I mean, if you’d rather not…” she said softly, her face falling, like the colors draining out of a sunset.

I reached out to take her face in my hands, tilting her head slightly to kiss her forehead, “Barbs, I’d go anywhere for you. But do you want me to? I mean, I honestly thought…”

“What?”

“I thought you’d be reconsidering whether or not you want to be with me,” I admitted. 

She gave an amused smile, kissing me quickly, “Calla, I went into this eyes wide open. I know that your day job is going to lead to some interesting overlaps with our work. This one was a little unexpected, mostly because I thought with Selina’s history… It is what it is, though.”

“If it helps at all, I didn’t sleep with her,” I explained, “It was three scenes, one for a course and the other two for events.”

“I mean, it does help a little with the insecurity, but even if you had slept with her, we’ve all got a past. What matters to me is the future. Our future.”

Her ocean eyes held every reassurance that I needed, promising me that this was real, that this incredible, strong, sexy, confident, brilliant woman really wanted me. Her lips found mine as she pulled me close, her hand on the small of my back. I melted into her, savoring the taste of sunshine and honey, my fingers twisting up into her hair. I was fairly certain that I could spend my whole life kissing this woman and never get enough. 

“You are so incredible, Barbs,” I murmured, “Brilliant, breathtakingly beautiful, a total badass… How did I ever get so lucky?”

“I'm the lucky one,” she said, shaking her head, “I know that tonight was a bit… weird… But I’m so glad that you came with me.”

“This is a very sweet and adorable moment, so I’m going to refrain from making the obvious joke,” I said with a grin.

She burst into laughter, loud and carefree, the sound so perfect. It was scary, how much I wanted to spend the rest of my life making her laugh like that. I’d seen how love could destroy you when it ended, whether from the normal strain of life or the cruel sting of death. In our line of work, that last one wasn’t exactly a minimal risk. Some small part of me was screaming to run, as fast and as far as I could. But standing here, her hand on my shoulder, watching her bent over laughing, seeing her look up at me with those ocean eyes sparkling… Running wasn’t an option. Not anymore.

Barbara Gordon has never considered polyamory, has never been in a relationship with another woman, but after finally letting herself acknowledge her feelings for Calla, she's ready to try both.

Calla Carr has avoided relationships like the plague, they've only ever led to heartache. Getting feelings for two of her best friends had seemed like a big mistake. But after a game of truth or dare led to the revelation that Barbara felt the same, and that Dick was happy for the two of them, well... She's ready to be brave.

While the two of them are trying to figure out exactly how their relationship is going to work, Burnside College students start going missing. Something sinister is at work, and Barbara and Calla will both have to face down more than just relationship fears.

[constantron]

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Valentino And His Body (Anatomy)

Valentino's Addictive Properties

Valentino's insides are all very, very pink. From the meat to the organs, his blood, even his very vaguely pastel bones, it's all different shades of vibrant, hot pinks. Even his teeth are pink and would be a brighter color if not for the smoking. The color comes from the venom gland tucked beneath his skull around his spinal cord.

It is slim enough not to make his neck bulge, and unless you know what you are feeling for, hard to feel from the outside. It is slightly squishy but firm, and roughly two inches thick. The gland itself is the brightest thing inside of him, lightly glowing and very saturated with color.

The venom permeates everything in Valentino's body, from his saliva to blood, urine, sweat, meat, and cum. In small doses, it doesn't have much of a reaction other than producing a desire for more. However, the more venom enters someone's body, the more they will feel the effects.

Side effects include: Fatigue, hunger, visual/auditory hallucinations, feeling floaty, lack of motor function, disorientation, dizziness upon standing, and in extreme cases, nausea/vomiting, headaches, and seizures.

Due to the addictive quality of the venom, a lack of it after any prolonged exposure will lead to cravings and even withdrawal.

Withdrawal symptoms include: Tremors, chills, hot flashes, nausea/vomiting, cravings, loss of appetite, dehydration

Valentino and Typhokinesis

Valentino's Venom (Expanded)

[toxintouch]

i’m gonna feed vere birthday cake and then me

Dessert before dinner, anon? Tsk tsk.

(Honestly tho...same)

What kind of cake? A champagne cake? With fresh fruit on top, perhaps? We have to cater to his expensive tastes.

[speedywithadhd]

fear.

Bart was stupid, sure. But he should have thought about what could have been in that box.

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(Kinda late because i was working and then had personal issues come up but hiii this is bart on fear gas its not a open rp, just what haooend while he was effected... im usung his speed as a exuse to nawt write too much )

For a moment he was lightheaded, then anxiety ran up his spine, fear overtook his mind, his body, his being- for the time being, he was only fear.

It started with him hearing things, voices. He was hearing his family, his friends, his boyfriend. He couldn't make out anything they were saying, everything was so loud, they all talked at the same time.

everything felt wrong,

he was too hot.

He saw silhouettes of people, his father.

it was freezing.

His father fell, before he hit the floor he disappeared. A smell hit his nose and made him nauseous, he gagged.

He was overheating.

There was screaming, not his own. Other people's, he couldn't see who's, multiple people.

He needed it to stop.

He covered his ears, when he looked up it all made sense. .

He couldn't hear it anymore.

He was changing, he didn't look human, he wasn't human he wasn't human he wasn't human he wasn't-

It was deafening. It's all he could hear.

The smell was back, worse than before,

He knows that smell. He knows it, he can't place it.

Yes he can.

Its flesh, rotting human flesh.

he threw up, nothing but stomach acid burning its way through his throat and onto the Floor.

He looks around, there's bodies.

Everyone I loves.

He isn't human.

He isn't human.

H

E

I

S

N

T

H. U. M. A. N.

Hes outlived them all.

They've all left.

he's alone again.

He'll never have anybody he can trust forever.

his face was wet, his breath caught in his throat-

He wasn't breathing.

How long hadn't he been breathing?

Why didn't he feel lightheaded.

He was so hungry.

He wanted to run.

He needed to

R u n

....

Silence fell.

He gasped for breath.

He was shaking, everything felt numb.

Everything hurt.

Nothing felt real.

Just like that, the gas had worn off.

[outletcrash]

ive been way too sleepy to draw anything detailed (like humans), so heres a fear toxin hallucination. 

horror art is very vibes-based so its great to just relax and do whatever on the canvas for an hour. 

[msfcatlover]

The first time Corruption!Damian is exposed to fear toxin, he thinks he’s been doused in pesticide. He becomes frantic, clawing at his own clothes and skin, trying to get it off before his swarm dies again, made even worse by the fact Damian’s panic brings them all to the surface, right where he doesn’t want them to be.

Dick has to restrain Damian before Damian manages to strip the suit off or jumps in the river (toxic enough to please the Corruption, sure, but pollution is not Damian’s aspect and Damian’s just as vulnerable to it as anyone else; more so with all the tiny wounds on his skin.) Damian demands to know what Dick is doing, says they don’t have time to wait, they’re dying as we speak. Dick tries to reassure Damian, to guide the hallucination until they can get the antidote into Damian, by saying that the poison isn’t that fast acting, that if Damian comes back to the Batcave then they can wash it off.

This has the opposite effect of what Dick wanted, as Damian now becomes convinced they’re going to put him in another Lazarus pit. The confusion turns to screaming (incoherent protests about this being ridiculous, unreasonable, unnecessary,) to accusations (they’re trying to get rid of him, they never wanted a Corruption Avatar, they want Damian gone but he won’t!) to pleas (Damian can’t go back in the pits, they don’t work the same for him, if they put him back in the pits he’ll never come out again—it will kill him, kill all of them, kill his entire swarm, and haven’t they done everything that’s ever been asked of them? His babies are innocent, they don’t deserve this, please, I thought you cared about innocence—)

Dick is very thankful for the magical protections on the batsuit and the autopilot on the batmobile, as Damian’s moths beat about his head in a frenzy and Damian’s caterpillars chew on the batsuit hard enough it’s actually audible. Instead, Dick can focus on remembering all the reasons he’s not going to Hunt down Ra’s al Ghul to rip him open like a cheap sleeping bag, while holding onto his baby brother (who is now begging for a mother who isn’t here to save him again.)

(Dick wishes Bruce never taught him League Dialect. This isn’t something Dick should be hearing, isn’t something Damian wants him to know. This is something Damian should’ve chosen to share because he trusted them not to hurt him like that, not because Damian’s brain was scrambled by Gotham’s local toxins.)