#dr phosphorus headcanons

[yandere-wishes]

｡ ₊°༺ Pink Pony Club ༻°₊ ｡

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆Yandere! Dr Phosphorus x Reader ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧

⋆.𝄞𝓟𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓟𝓸𝓷𝔂 𝓒𝓵𝓾𝓫 𝓑𝔂 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓡𝓸𝓪𝓷𝄞˚.⋆

✮★✮ Oh Mama, I'm just having fun, on the stage in my heels it's where I belong, down at the Pink Pony Club, I'm gonna keep on dancing at the Pink Pony Club. ✮★✮

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He lets the music roll over him, allowing the drums to melt over his flames and bleed into the marrow of his black bones. When you dance, you have to focus on the turn out of each step, on the wave of your arms, when to stiffen when to loosen. It makes it all so easy to forget the pain of being constantly on fire. To forget the melancholy that festers inside you. When the adrenaline is this high, you can only make out the strobing neon lights and the dazed amusement of the crowd.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ It's hard to hate the music and the lights, to shy away from a crowd so easily fascinated by the gleeful macabre. It's really the most sanity-inducing thing you can cling to when your body has turned into the thing you once loved. When you've become your research after watching your old self die in a furnace at the hands of those who once wielded all the power in the world. Funny how we make our own monsters, funny how the thing that kills us, is nothing more than the very man we once tried to kill, now engulfed by his own invention. Phosphorus spins, left leg, right leg, jump, and twirl.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ The dancing, the music, the clapping, the lights, it's all so perfect for melting away the terrible things that slither inside him, to burn away all those good memories until the kill and the luxury are all the remains. It's getting just too easy to forget his son's face, to forget the smile his wife gave him on their wedding day.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ There's a moment between moments when the world seems to stop. It's only then that he notices you, or rather notices what you're wearing. It's the dress he thinks, pink like the mushroom clouds he'd once adored, like the sunset framing devastation. Or maybe it's the way you have your hair so cruelly tied. Tight circle above your head like an atom waiting to explode. In a flash it's over, someone is handing him a drink. Another sitting on his lap. And he's thrust harshly back into reality, back to a world of trying to forget.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Phosphorus is and always will be a man of logic. A man of science. He lets his fingers glide over the stack of pristine hundred-dollar bills. To think he'd spent his whole life begging for a quarter of all of this. Begging for scraps of funding to save the lives of thousands. It had all been so important once. Still, he can't help but let his mind wonder, what could he build with all of this? What could he solve, discover, create? He tells his men to lock it up in the safe, he's not ready to go back to all of that just yet.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ The next time Phosphorus sees you, he's half sunken into the plush couch of the VIP lounge. It's been a long day, a long tough day. Everything had gone wrong and all so right in the same breath. This time your dress is the shade of clouds marred by the blood of a dying sun. He should know this shade from the history books he'd used to read, the shade of skylines behind ancient temples. Back then he'd been trying to understand. Understand what he's not quite sure, he'd been so desperate to pry every little answer from the world. To chew their solutions, breaking them with his teeth and spitting out his own variation, his own thesis. He'd been so utterly convinced of his own intellect, convinced that reading Saadi at the same time as the latest research paper on Nuclear decay meant understanding the world.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He watched with staunch fascination as you tried to dance. Following your friend's steps, heels stepping awkwardly completely out of tune. You bend your knees, sinking to the floor. And Phosphorus can't think of any excuses for why his cheeks feel hotter than usual. Why his eyes are permanently affixed to the sway of your arms.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He thinks you look just like nuclear fission dancing in the limelight with your friends. Like you've split your own body to create them. Little atomic nucleus dancing under his microscope. You look perfect, your toned legs amplified by the radioactive pink of your heels. Long neck he'd love to kiss decorated with a thin string of gold. You don't look a thing like the other girls at the lounge, you look like an experiment beckoning him, seducing him into cutting you open, and observing how you explode.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He's been following you keenly, trying to see what happens next. It's the fourth week in a row that he's forgotten about dancing for the crowd, about the girls who used to hang off his arms. He's too devoted to this experiment. "Nuclear scientist finds atomic bomb inside ancient temple from the bronze age". Phosphorus examines the sway of your hips, the bob of your head, and the crude kicks of your legs. There's something wrong with those heels, they're too thin, too high, inviting everyone to stare at you. But he's quick to shove them away, circling you from afar. He can't let anyone tamper with his experimentation. Certain matter performs differently when it knows it's being observed. So he allows the notion of invisibility, making you feel unobserved, safe in your own ignorance.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He hasn't felt this alive in years. This ecstasy tastes utterly sweet, pure saccharine. It's the same thrill as watching your particles stabilize after days of trying to find the right frequency. Watching them organize into the right motion. And isn't that what you are? An ionized atom. After all, what is dancing if not ionization, if not trying to lose a part of yourself you can no longer bear?

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He's late tonight, rivals had somehow bled in and were after the safe from Phosphorus' newest heist. He'd burned them to a crisp and danced on their ashes until they flew away. But that doesn't change the fact that he's late, too late in fact. When he rushes through the door, men nervously run behind him. His eyeless sockets fall upon an uttermost dreary sight...

⋆☠︎︎⋆ The problem with people is that they never truly appreciate beauty. They treat it as if it's something to conquer something to tame. They never bother to understand it, to study it from afar whispering prayers of gratitude for bearing witness to this new discipline. The man's body is too close to yours, head following your lips, as you awkwardly try to sidestep. The moment you try to flee he grabs your wrist. You scream, no one ever hears screaming through the bass and the rhythm.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ There's smoke in your eyes, sickly-sweet honey in the back of your throat. It's all too acrid but at least the hand assaulting your wrist subsides. The thing in front of you glows green, an acidic neon green that feels too familiar in shade. You watch as the skeleton seizes your shoulders, such a warm touch hearthlike in every way. He pulls you closer till all you can smell is null and all you can feel is smothering warmth.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ You never quite quiver under his touch, never fully shy away when he cups your jaw and tilts your head. It's like you want the radiation, want to feel his nuclear essence bleeding into you. Maybe then you'll be whole. Maybe then neither of you will need the music, and the lights, and the crowd to feel whole.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ You never belonged in the clubs, it was painfully obvious you could never mold to their dances, their music. Your heels never fit right. Phosphorous knows he's been trying to do the very same for all so long. Neither of you needed to kill off your electrons, to throw them away to ignorant nobodies who would sooner hurt you for their own voracious motivations. "Give me your electrons and I'll give you mine." Phosphorus tucks your head into the crux of his shoulder, "I'll fuse with you so you'll never need anyone else."

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Phosphorus' hands mirror yours, swaying overhead before falling lower like the cascade of a wave. Side step, side step, stop, and bend. He thinks this is better than any club, any choreography he could do by himself. He feels so whole dancing only for your eyes. He feels so happy having you dance only for his eyes. Your palms touch as you circle slowly. Dancing like the airy rotation of electrons. There's no more dancing at the Pink Pony Club.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ What do you call a dance that feels like merging two atoms? What do you call it when your heart feels like the denotation of a bomb? He presses his lips to yours slowly, feeling the nuclei crash, a nuclear reaction, his tongue hum between your teeth endeavoring to melt away your fear. His fingers, dance across your hips heating up, leaving burning hearts and hand prints, claiming you as his, making you death just like him.

Lost the request for this but thank you so so much to the sender!! 💞💋💞💋

[trashmancer]

“I’m a skeleton. I’m always smiling.”

[bckwardsfrwards]

could you do dr phosphorus x reader relationship headcanons on a alien reader

Absolutely! Thanks for the ask :D

These are for a GN reader! Headcanons below the cut sorry for the long wait I have a lot of projects I'm working on at the moment!

At first he'd be a bit weary, You being from an entirely different planet and all. But he'd be quick to warm up to you once he realized you weren't a real threat to him. (Not that much is)

He'd crack stupid jokes with you most of which you don't understand. But his genuine attempts to make you laugh slowly start to work. And when you reference something from your homeworld he's equally puzzled. You both laugh anyways putting the cultural difference aside.

He often seeks you out since you more than tolerate his presence. He was so used to being alone or disregarded that he easily latches onto your genuine attention.

You often find yourselves telling stories from your past, some pleasant but most not. You sympathize with the doctor and all he has lost.

"Courting" with Doctor Phosphorus is a little strange to say the least. You're unused to Earth's unspoken societal rules and rituals. So when he is openly being flirtatious you're a little oblivious to it. You can't see his eyes and you don't understand the meaning of prolonged eye contact, so when you finally figure out his intentions of romancing you you're a little embarrassed at your obliviousness.

Actually dating the doctor is an interesting experience for the both of you. You've never been with an earthling and he's never even seen an alien before you. But you quickly catch on to what he likes.

You learn Phosphorus hasn't known a friendly touch in 15 years and without thinking too much you pull him into an embrace. He's a bit shocked when you pull back and you're completely unharmed. Casual touches quickly become one of your favorite things. Tracing the outline of his bones over his translucent skin.

You can see through him both literally and figuratively. He's not as good at hiding his emotions as he thinks. He seeks you out often just for the comfort of your presence. Whether it's sitting together in companionable silence or just holding hands, feeling the heat radiate from him.

You learn that it's not as hard to read Phosphorus as you originally thought. The way the flames on his head grow a little hotter and burn a little brighter when he's upset. How after a particularly draining mission he'll be more needy for your touch than normal.

He has no shame when it comes to your relationship. Often joking openly with the other commandos about it. Holding your hand in the back of the transport car. Trying his damnedest not to let you out of his sight. He's overly cautious and for good reason, he's terrified of losing you.

You can hold your own in a fight but whenever you find yourself injured he's gentle with you. Attentive and overly cautious making sure that your wounds are tended to. He tells you it's because he was an actual doctor once but you can tell it's just an excuse to worry over you.

As snarky and sarcastic as he is, he is also very genuine and caring. He tries to put your needs before his own whenever he can. Deflecting and claiming he doesn't need to be doted on. But you do anyway, you show him the same gentleness and affection that he so clearly craves and he melts into it.

You show him love he hasn't known in this body and he isn't sure how to handle it. He's torn between giving in and staying reserved. But he lets you in, lets himself be vulnerable and cared for.

That's all for now, maybe I'll do a part 2 and include NSFW headcanons :)

[violetflowers55]

I don't know why but Phosphorus x reader gives me the vibes of

Y/N: I'm hungry

Phosphorus: So go eat a wet sock, why-

Y/N: Grilled cheese

Phosphorus: What?

Y/N: Grill me a cheese

Phosphorus: I'm not grilling you a cheese-

Y/N: ...🥺 Whistle kettle crying

Phos: Wha- oh for gods sake

Cut to him making them a grilled cheese sandwich on his hand <3 ignore the radiation okay that's just extra spice it's fine

i absolutely adore this and what i love even more is that i think u could totally swap it. on any given day either could be the cranky one or the tired hungry one!!! i just love the idea of tired phosphorus begging reader for a grilled cheese 😫

if i remember i may even write a fic abt this after im done with hot&cold

[solaris2183]

Dr. Phosphorus GIFs I took from Ep1

some of these might be similar to other ones you've seen put out, idk, but these are just some i made for myself, or others if you want 'em :) they're low enough resolution that they're still clearly recognizable, but that you can fit them as your discord banners or pfp or whatever like i did

[lemon69lol]

hello do you have any relationship headcanons on Dr phosphorus x your oc

*breaks knuckles* I've been waiting for this moment

• bit of a slow burn they don't get together until the events of season 1, but they've been chilling in jail together for a while before then

• going on 15 years of touch starved × needs to be touching someone at any given moment

• yall don't understand how much it means to a shape shifter that phosphorus never once asked her to do so much as change their hairstyle

• horrible influences on eachother

• Deadly duo

Literally

• this is both of those no pupils having losers

• Even though Echo has convoluted shape-shifting healing plot armor, Phosphorus is still worried he's going to accidentally burn her

• Let them play boardgames and ping pong together, goddammit

[viridian-vidalia]

I like to think Bruce didn't do anything really special to fight Dr Phosphorus in Creature Commandos. Like I imagine that when he cut the power and all the goons fled Bruce just straight up boxed with Phosphorus until he gave up or passed out. He already has the lead in his suit(for Clark and general radiation) but he probably knew anything extra he did would just get melted.

During their fight it was just Phosphorus flaring his powers trying to cook Bruce in his suit. Followed by Bruce hitting him with the meanest haymaker Gotham's ever seen. And it's partially effective, when Bruce finally gets home after he got Phosphorus locked away, parts of his suit have been melted to almost slag. The knuckles have essentially fused into his skin, and he has to spend hours getting Alfred to help him safely peel his armor off. He realizes in hindsight that he could've gone about that in a much better way. I also like to imagine this still took place early enough in his career that he hadn't become a master of fail safes. He doesn’t make the same mistake regarding Phosphorus again, the next time he fights him he uses actual gadgets.

Tune in next time for more headcanons, maybe some Original Characters, might let y'all peek into my AO3, or might let y'all find it by yourselves. Either way, I'm eventually gonna stop DC posting, just got into one of those moods. Have nice afternoon, evening or night, all of you kind human folk.

[gay-dorito-dust]

hello! if you're still writing for Creature Commandos, i'd like to request some platonic headcanons for Weasel, please! just some general thoughts or scenarios on being his friend/caretaker. if you're not writing for these characters anymore then pls ignore!

Weasel was innocent in your eyes! No fucking doubt about that! You didn’t buy the whole ‘child killer’ narrative about him when you were quick to see that there was no hostile nor violent tendencies towards children in general.

So your and weasels friendship felt borderline like you were his caretaker in most cases as dr phosphorus would always tell you to rein in your ‘feral child’

To which you would smile innocently before telling Weasel to piss on the irradiated Skelton out of spite. Good times.

Many on the team had noticed that weasel was more comfortable and at ease when you were nearby, which mean that you were often teamed up together on more then one occasion as you both worked like a well oiled machine. You could understand him on a level that others couldn’t grasp and that was what made you an unlikely duo.

You weren’t seen without weasel and weasel wasn’t seen without you, so even if the rest of the team saw one without the other they’d always ask the question;

‘Where’s the rest of you?’

You would then point to the rafter above you where weasel was hanging out, looking a little sickly than usual. ‘He threw up.’

Or if weasel was asked where you were, he’d run away before coming back to with your arm in his jaw, but you were unfazed as this wasn’t the first time that weasel dragged you with your arm in his jaw, you still had the marks form the previous times he did this that you had to squint to see since he never put any pressure when dragging you at all as though he was careful to not hurt you.

Weasel does go fucking apeshit when he sees that you were hurt, his only friend and somewhat caretaker was injured and he was seeing red as he tore apart the person(s) who did it to absolute shreds. Literally he gave a new meaning to the word feral after that with a bloody muzzle, teeth and claws.

‘I’m fine.’ You’d have to tell him when he inspects your wounds, making noises of distress as he would attempt to lick your wounds like a dog would, but you were certain that wasn’t hygienic at all but you appreciate the gesture as you scratched him behind the ear, making him close his eyes and let out a noise akin to purr.

I’d like to think that now and then weasel would cuddle into your side afterwards, always being your feral protector when you were healing, always watching over you silently as you smile at your best friend. It’s a beautiful thing between the two of you as you cradled your furry friend to your chest before drifting off to sleep after a gruesome and tiresome mission.

‘You did good today weez.’ You’d praise him as you rubbed his back, only for weasel to make a soft noise like he was telling you something similar as he nuzzled himself further into you like the clingy rat that you knew he could be. And he could be clingy when he wanted to be as half of the time he was climb your back and force you to carry him back to your shared room.

Now if weasel was hurt, you’d react in kind by going ballistic before sticking by his side as he recovered. ‘You okay weez?’ You’d ask.

Weasel would make a weak noise but you’d smile and keep watch over him. ‘I’m right here weez, I’m not going anywhere.’ You’d remind him and that was enough to calm him down and go into a light slumber.

Yours and weasel’s friendship was unheard of but you wouldn’t change it for anything not anyone as weasel has become a vital part of you as you had become a vital part of him, something you’d protect until you couldn’t anymore as you didn’t know where you’d be without having your furry friend making your life that little more bearable…even if you did have to tell him to stop licking the damn windows and eating shit that he’s not meant to by forcing your hand in his jaw to get it out yourself.

‘SPIT IT OUT WEEZ! YOU’RE NOT MEANT TO EAT THAT!’ You’d yell but weasel was adamant on eating the dirty bandaid he found on the floor, much to your disappointment and everyone else’s (mainly dr phosphorus) hilarity.

Also you, weasel and dr phosphorus are like a trio of pure chaos with you being the mediator between the two, but that’s a story for another day.

[miraclecherryblossomsblog]

Random fluff headcanons cuz as much as i love smut I just really wanna be held by him.....

-Idk about you but i think Dr Phosphorus would clingy once he finds out his radiation can't affect you (15 years without a single hug bru.........)

I been struggling on my oc for this man but i just cant help to imagen being a normal human whose just immune to any type of radiation...maybe I'll just do that lol

-Like my guy would be so touch starved but would only show it in closed doors at the start. I can see him being more open to it outdoors after some time

-It would start with holding pinkies to putting his arm around you to just put his body on you when ur laying down (he's ur warm weighted blankie <3)

-Can def see this guy being protective, he jokes but u get hurt or someone comments shit? Nah bro those mfs r burned meat 💀

-And ngl he would spoil you, kind of going off the story here but since him being big time criminal boss I can see shi like ur just existing and OOPS he slips $40000 in your account. Trying to pay you college debt? already done. Wanting to pay to fix your car? He's already driving to your house with the latest model.

-Would pull you to dance with him, even if cant dance he still spinning you around and sometimes letting you put your feet on his so yall dancing the same rhythm. specially on the late date nights

[phosph-ate]

Hi, hope you’re having a good day! Do you have any fluffy wholesome headcanons about Phosphorus? Could be general stuff, domestic life, whatever you feel most interested in! Thank you 💚

HIII Thank you for this ask!! I've been thinking about it since you sent it lmao Finally got to time to put my thoughts into words, so here we go!

Phosphorus is sooooo clingy!! Like my man just wants to be close to you and hold you and oh my god hugs!!

He loves hugs to be honest. Please hug this man

You have to initiate the hug though. Sorry, he is Afraid of hurting you.

Will lean so hard into any sort of physical contact. Whether you are hugging him or just sitting beside him and leaning on him. He will give back tenfold.

The way he hugs?? AHHHH He will hold you so close and grip you like a lifeline. As if he absolutely needs you. Because sometimes he does.

Will kill for you honestly.

You seem slightly upset? Don't worry, he will take care of the issue.

If he somehow upset you? Oh lord, he is so sorry. He is stubborn but as soon as you seem like you are about to cry, oh god he is losing it.

We are going to pretend he is uh not in Belle Reve for like two minutes.

If you two live together he is soooo sweet to you! Will try to cook for you, which probably ends in you cooking actually

BUT he uses it as a bonding experience and sits with you, watching you cook.

He adores just being with you, even in silence. If you happen to have something to say? That is even better!

If you like dumping information, he needs all of it, and he needs it immediately. IS SO INTERESTED IN YOU AND WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY!!

If someone interrupts you while you are telling him about anything, especially if it's a special interest or something, he is Fuming. You may want to leave the room.

He does not STAND for any slander towards you.

Oh, calling him dr. phosphorus is cool and all, but as soon as you call him Alex? He is melting. Unless you seem mad then he is really tense.

You want literally anything? It is yours. He will get it somehow for you.

When he loves, he loves so deeply and he is so, so affectionate.

HE IS THE BEST!! I JUST AAGH

there are so many thoughts in my head, and I can't even get them straight. I may make even more of these later because I love him so much!!! For now, i hope these hold y'all over ☺️

[regents-of-fear]

need them robot headcanons NEOW

I'm working on them I swear!!

Some GI robot x reader romantic hc's

Little things to tide you over till I finish the longer once

You're an inmate with him. True love is found in prisons apparently.

Calls you cute nicknames like sweetheart, love, dear, sunshine etc.

Please figure out his manufacturing and go kill nazi's with him on that day.

And every other day <3

"So, uh, you two are together?"

"Yes."

"Oh, wow, and here I thought there was something wrong with me!"

"I assure you they're alright. Perhaps they just sense something is off about you."

"Ha hah... what?"

"Are you a nazi?"

You two can stand together and swing hands all cute like. Do you see the vision?

Honestly you can probably just dangle off of him. He's a robot-man, he can handle it.

Might need a reboot if you go kill nazi's with him, so take that into consideration.

If you can't fight, he'll teach you and he'll keep a very keen eye on you should a fight break out.

If you can fight he'll still keep an eye on you, as you keep an eye on him, but he'll focus on his battles more, knowing you can handle yourself.

Even if you happen to need help, he's never too far, and he knows he can rely on you to help him.

Slow dancing even when there's no music on <3

Most people don't understand the relationship you two share, but it doesn't matter, maybe it's just not for them to understand.

Honestly. Maybe I'm just woobifying him but I feel like Dr. Phosphorus would support you two. He's come up with a ship name and everything! Very "Ignore the haters, keep kissing that flat face" energy. But also probably asks you more than a few private questions.

Since he probably can't get exhausted like people can, should you two be freed I think he'd be very helpful with chores.

Self indulgent but he threatens doctors to take your problems seriously <3

Please listen to him talk about his nazi kill count. He just really wants to impress you.

And wants to keep impressing you.

By killing nazi's.

Also gets you flowers that were clearly ripped from someones garden.

[divines0laris]

hi i see your drawing of dr phosphorus x oc and I have to say its amazing, one question thought do you have any relationship headcanons on them.

Yes i do! while i haven't fully developed the story or anything yet they have a sorta Patron and Warlock esk vibe! or well scary dog privileges lol Orion, my oc came from space originally so is very used to radiation, though still coming in direct contact with phosphorus depending on how much heat hes radiating can still burn him to some degree. his actual balancing between strengths and weaknesses are also being figured out - phosphorus originally in my opinion often called him a giant, or made fun of his overall size due to orion being rougly 15-20ft tall (haven't picked a confirmed size but he's very big!), orion in return would call him a glowstick, so instead of any proper loving nicknames... its Giant and glowstick :D - due to them both lacking a sence of empathy (phosphorus more then Orion) they occasionally enable both of eachothers bad behaviors or stupid decisions. which often leads to mayhem on both of their parts. - orion first proved that he wouldn't die if he touched phosphous by just grabbing him when he was being an ass and moving him out of the way. - they were very hesitant on actual affectionate physical touch on both sides. orion due to how big he was and phosphorus due to the radiation and fire. though their first kiss was probably awkward considering phosphorus i'm pretty sure doesn't have lips (i know he has translucent skin but im not sure if thats there) and orion never really had any romantic encounters even with those of his own species

-phosphorus initially didn't realize he liked orion, and vice versa so while they'd bicker and fight like an old married couple they considered it platonic until it wasn't tl;dr they are idiots who recklessly adore each other in their own weird way!

[phosphored]

#PHOSPHORED - indie Dr. P.hosphorus from C.reature C.ommandos / DCU.

written by welp

rules under cut | rp prompts | headcanon tag

blog only follows the canon of the animated series created by James Gunn. i'm not familiar with the comic version of the character as of now.

mutuals only, oc & crossover friendly low activity due to nature of the series, the character & my own comfort, blog is 18+ only. i'll try to tag more triggering things, but let me know if i miss something

don't godmod, but i'm rather lenient when it comes to harming my muses, i love the angst & violence, but also keep in mind that Phosphorus is a ball of radiation able to melt through people & things with ease & was running a crime ring. he'll react accordingly. any worse harm that'd come from my end would only be there if discussed prior in DMs

romance is never going to be a priority on this blog & i'll be highly selective about it. i'm all up for any other type of shipping - platonic, antagonistic, etc. i'm a-okay with pre-establishing stuff.

hello, name's welp, 24, any pronouns

thank you for checking out my rules & have a nice day o/

[snarkyowl]

Smoke and Mirrors

Loss makes the mind do odd things in order to cope.

reminder: B wrote this. not snarky.

It was the hardest thing Mare had ever done. He watched in silence, a nervous smile on his face, as Mads continued to talk about his most recent experiment. Something about the effects of phosphorus or something on some material.

Mare’s thoughts were elsewhere, tangled up in the gold ring resting in his pocket. He had been with Mads for the last three years, almost since they both came into existence.

Mare reached into his pocket, hand clasping around the ring. He couldn't imagine anything better than staying the rest of his life- the rest of eternity- with Mads.

He could do this.

Mads set down the fork he had been gesturing with, a dorky smile on his face, his brown-green eyes filled with warmth. Mare loved it when he got like this, so excited about something he did that he just let himself go, didn't worry about whether he got the words in the right order or if he was messing up his hair. Mare reached across the table, pushing a stray strand back into place.

Mads took his hand, placing a kiss onto his palm. Like usual, he felt butterflies rise in his stomach when they kissed. Mads lips were soft and warm, and only a little chapped. Mare laughed.

Now’s his chance. “Gimme your hand.” He asked.

Mad smiled, raising his brows and extending one of his hands in mock elegance. “If you insist!” Mads spoke in a high voice, clearly trying not to laugh.

Heart in his throat, Mare quietly slipped the ring onto one of Mad’s fingers. Mad’s eyes went wide at the feeling of the cool metal on his skin, a smile pulling its way across his face.

“No… no way. No fucking way. Are- are you… you're not joking, right?” Mads clamped another hand over his mouth, his brown-green eyes turning misty.

Mare stood up from his chair, walking around the table until he was kneeling in front of Mads. “You make me so, so happy-” The sound of glass breaking cut through the air, silencing him immediately. Mare stood, Mads following suit. “The hell?” Mare asked.

He looked at Mads, whose attention was still locked onto the ring. Mads snorted, running a hand through his hair.

“That… that might be my fault. You see- phosphorus can be explosive when exposed to oxygen…” he trailed off, laughing awkwardly.

Mare couldn't help but smile at him. “I can go clean it up if you want.” Mare asked.

Mads shook his head, pulling Mare close to him. “I got it, don't worry, hon, darling, my fiancé-” Mads laughed giddily, kissing Mare on the forehead before practically skipping downstairs.

Taking a seat at the table, Mare watched him go. God, he was lucky. Mare sat up on the table, swinging his feet back and forth as he thought back. He had met Mads back when he was just a figment.

He remembered walking down the street in a black hoodie, cheap drugstore foundation covering up the purple-black streaks running down his face like oil. He hadn't had much back then, just the clothes on his back and whatever was in his bag. Sure, it got cold sometimes, but the sunrises were beautiful.

Mads stopped him one day while looking at one of the sunrises, his face bathed in sunlight that glinted off of his bright smile. “You’re like me,” he had asked, looking down at Mare with greenish-brown eyes, “aren't you?” “What do you mean?” Mare had asked. “You're an ego too.”

Mare had been taken aback, pulling the worn hoodie he had stolen from Nate over his hair. Mads had convinced him to not run away, and now he was here. The empty box on the table made him smile as he slipped the matching ring onto his finger. A simple, gold band glimmered on his finger, matching the one he had given Mads.

Lost in his daydreaming, he smiled dopily, little puffs of his smoke rising from where they had been floating above his feet. He hummed happily to himself as he picked up the dishes on the table, setting them in the sink-

”Mare.”

Mare stopped short, whirling around. Mads was still downstairs. The voice was too deep, too ragged to be his anyways.

“Natemare.”

The repetition of his name by the ragged voice sent a bolt of fear through Mare. More purple smoke began to billow around him as he reached for a nearby knife.

“C’mon, get out of there. Cut it out with the smoke. Be sensible.”

The ragged voice cooed. Mare could feel his heart rise in his chest, his breaths coming in nervous heaves as the smoke around him built up, choking him. He dropped the knife, the whispers of the ragged voice becoming screams-

“Hey, hey! Oh my god, Mare, are you alright?” Mare whipped his head up, the smoke returning to its place at his ankles.

Mad’s hands were on his shoulders, gently shaking him. Shaken, Mare reached out for Mads, pulling his fiancé closer to himself, a comforting presence.

“Voices again.” Mare muttered. Mads tightened his grip on him, gently rocking him back and forth.

The voices, and the billowing pulses of smoke that came with them, had been happening for about a month. He had been visiting a psychologist by the name of Dr. Bernadette, but it was little help for the voices and the choking smoke around him. Mare sucked in a breath, willing himself to stop shaking.

Pulling Mads into his lap, he gently held his hand, the golden ring a calming glint. “Everything is fine,” Mads reassured, “I'm here. I'm- I'm your fiancé- how could anything not be fine?”

Mare smiled, a light laugh escaping from behind his lips. The voice was long gone, but the smoke stayed, wrapped around his ankles. Wrapped around his ankles like the ring wrapped around Mads finger. They kissed on the kitchen floor, thinking about the future- the bright, beautiful future.

The Host was pessimistic as he sat on the table, watching him. Them. Well, there was only one person actually there, but there was supposed to be a second.

Voice sore from narrating, he reached for the bottle of water he knew Edward had set on the table for him. Unscrewing the cap, he thought of the scene he had just observed.

An engagement to a dead man. Host swallowed the cold water, beginning to narrate again.

“Despite having Mads in his arms,” Host already could feel the image worm its way into his mind, Mare on the floor, surrounded by a storm of his smoke, “he couldn't shake the words that he just heard. Loosening his grip on Mads, the words fluttered in again. Mare, the smoke. Stop the smoke-” Host flinched as Mare, still on the kitchen floor, let out more smoke, flapping in tendrils around him and seeping the color from the air.

Host could almost smell the scent of… spaghetti? Host stopped narrating, leaning back in his seat.

This was hopeless.

The smoke was stopping his narrations from doing anything, and Host could only get whispers of suggestion through it. Little voices, comments, commands.

He set down the water bottle, knocking the ring- the one that Mads was supposedly wearing, onto the kitchen floor with a light rattle. It was sad, honestly.

Host could almost imagine Mare and Mads on the floor by his feet, holding each other close. The scene was reminiscent of when Edward proposed to him, a long walk in a park turned to a proposal by the moonlight that bathed the world. Host said no, the first time. He was so shocked by it, so surprised, that it slipped out.

He remembered Edward stumbling on his words, the dorkish smile he usually wore clinking to the ground- or was that the ring he had dropped? They talked about it on the long walk home, not letting go of the other's hand even as the rain began to fall, and fall hard. Even as they splashed each other with the growing puddles on the worn park trail, they didn't let go. Host said yes about a month later, the two of them lying together in a field when he felt a metal band be slipped onto his finger.

Edward probably looked beautiful under the sunset, but he was too busy kissing his newly-made fiancé to narrate how his hair looked like spun gold under the sky.

The time between engagement and marriage seemed to flow and fly by in happy anticipation, all coming to a head when Host said ‘I do’. He couldn't imagine going through what had happened to Mare and Mads.

Touching the silver ring on his right hand, Host began narrating again, trying to talk Mare out of the cocoon of smoke he had built around himself.

Dark couldn't help but feel butterflies in his stomach as he looked at Wilford, the two of them seated in front of a laptop. Wilford’s hair was a mess of unbrushed pink, like carnival cotton candy. His tan skin was bathed in faint blue light, his yellow button up tight around his hunched shoulders.

Dark placed a hand on his boyfriend's back, gently rubbing at the place between his shoulder blades. Suddenly, Bim threw open the door, the stormy expression on his face falling away the second he saw Dark. A warm, toothy smile crawled onto his face instead.

Stepping lightly, Bim made his way across the room to Dark and Wilford. He pulled up a chair next to Dark, sitting… Dark couldn't decide if the warmth of Bim leaning on him was unwelcome or not, but an odd surge of calmness ran through him.

Bim and him had cuddled before, right? Yes, they had, early in the morning before he and Wilford- Dark rubbed at his temples, one of the headaches he had been getting lately tearing through his skull once more.

Bim noticed, gently wrapping an arm around Dark’s waist. “How’s it going?” Wilford looked up from the computer, eyes a bit absent.

“I've been submitting headcanons and reblogging shit all night. No luck.” Wilford sighed, running his scar-covered hands over his face. “I still don't know who killed him, and he hasn't come back at all.” Bim's face paled, his grip on Darks waist tightening.

“Let go of me, Trimmer.” Dark hissed out.

Bim pulled his arm from him, regret almost instantly hitting Dark. It came as a surprise, but he brushed it off, looking over Wilford’s shoulder at the laptop.

Most of the art on his dash was of him, sometimes of Host or Wilford. Colonel and Damien were there too. What shocked him the most was the amount of art and writing for Bim- it seemed that his face was almost everywhere on the screen.

The fans had probably been taking to ‘saving him’ after Mark announced he would be making no videos for the Cyndago Egos. Feeling uneasy, Dark took the laptop from Wilford, clicking to the blog they had made.

Most of the stuff was reblogged from other pages, but a few headcanons were original. Nobody had expected Mads to be killed. Nobody had expected Mare to break down, trapping himself in his own smoke. The whole situation was messy- Host trying to narrate Mare out of what seemed to be a hallucination, the Doctor making sure the two didn't starve or die of thirst.

Dark and Wilford, however, were trying to remake Mads like how they had been remade, all those years ago. Headcanons, writing and art remaking the body that had been torn apart- Bim wrapped his arm around Dark once more, the headache he was having crescendoing to a flood of blood through his veins, his vision going wobbly and strained as the blue light from the laptop seemed to leech from the air.

The fans had certainly made him stronger. Head pounding, he leaned his head against Bim's shoulder, shutting his eyes and wishing everything would go away.

Mads reached out, trying to grip Mare’s shoulder, reaching for clarity. Everything was fuzzy, even the rich purple of the smoke that embraced him.

Mads, or what he had been reduced to, sat by the Host, staring at the ring that had been knocked onto the floor. It's not like he could pick it up anyways- he was a ghost, or something.

Physically dead, mentally alive. So close to Mare, so far. He looked down at the ring, at Mare and his smoke intertwined.

“I love you, Mads.” Mare whispered, tightening his grip on the cloud of smoke billowed in his lap.

“I do too.”

But nobody heard him.

[phosph-ate]

I was thinking

what if our dear Dr. Phosphorus was dating a reader who was once his right-hand man when he was the boss of Rupert Thorne's old gang?

me eating this idea:

OKAY, SO!

You got a lot of perks while he was the boss. I mean, literally anything you could ever want.

We'll just say you were already part of the gang, and he acquired you when he took over.

You're super smart and competent and not afraid of him, so he immediately liked you.

After a little bit, and lots of tension, you end up dating.

He is always so careful with you and also keeps you near/on him at all times.

IMAGINE SITTING IN HIS LAP??? RAAHHHH

if you are not immune to his radiation/flames, better get that RadAway because he CANNOT control himself... He does, but he would prefer to not.

If you are immune, well... 😈

Once Batman stops him, obviously things change. He gets sent away and even if you are lucky and get away, you fear you will never see him again.

Him convincing Rick and Waller to get you, whether you were put away too, or got away and are hiding. He says he'll be on extra good behavior (not a complete lie actually). Rick is curious...

You seem like you'll be able to help!! I mean, Dr. Phosphorus doesn't say too much but everything he says is such high praise.

if they rescue you from jail, or find you hiding in some undisclosed location, you are shocked.

Dr. Phosphorus is immediately naughty once you are even in his peripheral vision. He's been locked away; he can't help it... He needs you!!

Rick there like 🧍‍♂️"why did I agree to this???" he didn't know you were dating him, that's why.

You are so shocked to see him you do not believe he's real at first. he can't be.

You two are absolutely inseparable, Dr. Phosphorus kind of refuses to let you go once you're in his grasp. Not that you mind. You don't ever want to be without him again.

I NEED HIM. YOUR HONOR, I NEED HIM! I just think he's neat🧎

I kind of just went everywhere with these headcanons i may elaborate better eventually!! i have sooooo many thoughts!!

[phosph-ate]

Hey! It's me again, the anon of right-hand man!Reader!! I absolutely LOVED your headcanons and I'm excited to read more about the others you've been thinking about. I also wanted to share with u some things that I also thought about, for example:

in a scenario where the task force needed to pick them up from another prison (as you mentioned) and the reader sees Phosphorus with them and the first thing they say is "Boss!" with such a pure and happy glow in their eyes and with a soft smile

I feel like the reader would have this more affectionate side reserved only for our Dr. Phos, as I see they as a reserved person, exuding an air of confidence, not only because they was a respected member in the old gang, but also because they was his right-hand man! They needed to show that not only were they worthy, but that they still are!! (Although this is guaranteed anyway bc of their love for each other)

The task force would be surprised by their dynamic (besides the dating, of course) bc HOW could someone so serious be so loyal to a chaotic person like Phosphorus?

I also think that by telling the reader why they sought him out, they would not only give a subtle and affectionate look to their dear boss, but would also try to NEGOTIATE A TRANSFER FOR BELLE RAVE with a seriousness and determination expressed on their face that would leave Flag incredulous.

Rick: So the reason we came here was to recruit you as a bonus addition to our mission, because Phosphorus spoke highly of your abilities and we were interested.

Reader: (Chief Phos spoke so highly of me! I'm so happy!) I appreciate you coming here for me and for the opportunity to go with you and especially to be by the boss's side again on this mission. I accept your offer...

Rick: I'm happy with your cooperation-

Reader: But on one condition!

Rick: C-condition? Are you serious?!

Reader: I want to transfer to Belle Rave when this is all over!

Rick: Why-

Reader: To be by Chief Phosphorus's side of course!

Dr. Phosphorus in the background with the rest of the task force: Oh, how sweet~

our dear reader won and managed to secure their transfer ✨

Now moving on to the old days, when they were still in the gang:

Imagine them alone in Phosphorus' office, the reader is sitting on his lap facing him while Phosphorus lays his head on the reader's chest while hugging their waist and slowly rubbing his thumb on their sides and, meanwhile, the reader is giving a report of the profits they made in their territory while petting their boss's head ~~

And as a BONUS I think the reader is half Brazilian, so they would say some things in Portuguese to him (I'm Brazilian, which should explain any grammatical mistakes I may have made 🥲 sorry…)

So, adding this together, imagine the reader calling Dr. Phosphorus

meu bem = my dear

chefe, meu anjo = boss my angel

or even expressing themselves to him by saying “senti tanta saudade de você”

INTERESTING FACT: the word “saudade” doesn't have a translation into English, but its meaning is like an “i missed u” but more intense and more affectionate! So much so that we even express ourselves by saying to a loved one:

“eu estava morrendo de saudades de você”

basically saying that we could even die from missing someone so much

kisses from Brasil!

HOLY SHIT I LOVE ALL OF THIS!!!

I love the half Brazilian reader idea you have shared! I wish i knew Portuguese so i could write out a whole thing (google translate just doesn't cut it sometimes)

Imagine them alone in Phosphorus' office, the reader is sitting on his lap facing him while Phosphorus lays his head on the reader's chest while hugging their waist and slowly rubbing his thumb on their sides and, meanwhile, the reader is giving a report of the profits they made in their territory while petting their boss's head~~

I love this part soooo much??? UGH THE IMAGE OF SOFT PHOSPHORUS KEEPS ME GOING! He could be so sweet, especially when it's just the two of you. It's moments like this that really keep both of you mostly sane 😭

Them saying “eu estava morrendo de saudades de você” to Phosphorus is so cute I'm crying right now. THIS ASK HAD ME GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET THANK YOU ANON!

I wish i had more to add right now, but trust me, later on i may write some stuff based off of this!

Thank you for sharing some Portuguese with me! That is very cool to learn and I'm so glad you shared it with me <3