#go ham mob

[good-beans]

BEANS BEANS BEANSSSS HEAR ME OUT ON THIS HEAR OUT

MILGRAM PRISONERS AS VILLAINS, VILLAIN AUS

(I mean… technically the victims could argue that’s just canon… 😅)

LOL BUT I understand, and it’s definitely fun to play around with tipping the scales >:3 So I present: Milgram No Nuance 💥🔥🔥💥💯💥 Each prisoner twisted into fully evil villain mastermind! Opposing the fully good and heroic protagonists (some of which twisted from their victims to someone new)!! They have no remorse and no accidents, and 100% plan to commit murder again!!!!

Haruka: Framed from his sister’s point of view. They’d both be fighting for their (kind and loving) mother’s attention. Haruka’s already the favorite, but hates any time his sister pulls the spotlight from him, so he becomes more and more extreme with his methods. He breaks and steal his mother’s things, and harm animals, then blames it on his sister. They’re both young and dependent on the family, so she’s trapped in a tiny house with someone bigger and stronger yet more pitiable to her parents than herself. 

Yuno: From the perspective of one of her clients, he starts off believing Yuno’s cheery outside and becomes a regular. Little by little, he gets peeks into her true self by overhearing phone calls and conversations, or seeing her when she thinks she’s alone. He realizes she’s cold, calculating, and crazy – she doesn’t seem to care about either party’s happiness or safety in their arrangement, looking for a quick thrill no matter the cost.

Fuuta: He’s a bit more hidden online so no one can find him, and he gets fully drunk on the power of doxxing and bringing real harm to “real” wrongdoers. The Killcheroy incident adds to his ego, and he’s emboldened knowing those others followed him to the point of killing for him – he’s like a god. Paranoia sets in for others online, especially his old friends who want out now that he’s taken it too far. Things quickly spill into real life, resulting in hysteria and even more danger.

Muu: From other students’ pov – in this version Muu actually is aware of her manipulation, and does it with perfect calculation. She climbs the social ladder at school, sabotaging and threatening anyone who doesn’t get in her way. Not looking for real friends, she surrounds herself with powerful people in the school with bribery and promises of protection. With access to her parent’s money and influence, she can even make people’s lives miserable far outside of school. Students cowering from her thought that was the worst of her threats, until Rei’s “mysterious” death after she stood up to Muu…

Shidou: This would be from the pov of one of his colleagues at the hospital, noticing things getting more and more suspicious around him. After his whole family is in an accident, they need constant resources and transplants in order to survive. His calm demeanor and reassuring smile hide his cold, deceptive side from patients and doctors alike. Resources start disappearing off the record, but no one thinks to blame him with such a sweet, sad smile. Then really important deliveries start to go missing – organs and blood sent to the hospital for a specific patient. Then, patients themselves disappear. All the while, Shidou’s family just keeps miraculously recovering due to his “incredible skills.” 

Mahiru: You could go with what some of those original theories about her were: stalker/yandere girlfriend who went a little crazy trying to hold onto her lover. However, I like keeping love at her core so she'd never intentionally hurt him even when she's more villainous – so it would be fun to frame from the perspective of a friend/coworker who Mahiru suspects is trying to steal her boyfriend away, or even is his mistress. The lengths she'd go in the name of love would begin with simple slander and develop more and more extreme and unreasonable until this woman's very life was in danger.

Kazui: Could be Hinako at the center, or like the last one it could be someone else since Kazui still wouldn't want to kill her. She starts picking up on her husband’s extensive double life. He lives a perfectly happily married life with her until she starts uncovering the other men he goes to visit and other jobs he has. Although he isn’t afraid to be himself around them, he would keep that secret from his family/the police department no matter the cost. Hinako realizes there have been others who discovered the truth about him, all who have gone missing, with the police reports and paperwork mysteriously covered up after passing through his department – there were quite a bit of “suicides” surrounding him. She wonders how long it will take him to realize she’s onto him, and if it’s even possible to untangle his huge web of lies and deception before he gets to her.

Amane: From the pov of a fellow kid at her school. After the death of the cat, Amane tries (but is prevented) from taking out her vengeance on her mother. Instead, she turns her attention to those around her. She doubles down on the cult’s rules, tattling on others to their parents and teachers for even the most minor issues. Not every adult is as harsh as the ones Amane knows, though, and she is enraged that not everyone is receiving equal punishment – she decides to take matters into her own hands. She’s such a model follower in all areas of her life, no one ever suspects she’s at the source of the worsening injuries and accidents befalling her classmates. 

Mikoto: Like Muu, his biggest change is in awareness/purpose. After seeing the corruption and abuse in the workplace, Mikoto and John work together to remove anyone who’d wronged them. John still takes on the dirty work to save him from the distress, but Mikoto is aware of him and encouraging him to help. They use Mikoto’s status and normalcy to plead ignorance any time anyone gets too close to the truth. They aren’t satisfied, even when the company is cleared of everyone who caused problems. Neighbors and strangers who don’t treat Mikoto with the utmost etiquette also find themselves in danger in the dead of night.

Kotoko: After getting let off for self defense on the canon murder, she’s reassured she’s doing the right thing and her range of victims expands. She no longer compares exactly how bad their offense is with others’, willing to go after even the smallest of infractions. She no longer questions the places she’s getting tips and targets from, taking anyone at their word that someone else is worth hunting down. Her list of cases, which began with solely rescue missions, gradually fills with only surprise attacks and destructive objectives. Eventually, her targets seem to include more average citizens than big, scary criminals.

[creativenicocorner]

Hello fellow internet serirei enjoyers can I please have recommendations to serirei fics that talk about Reigen's back scar?

Pretty please with takoyaki on top?

[dreamerlynx]

my own hound army B) slowly but surely, she's assembling...

[zeemneen]

my headcanons about akademiya!kavetham would probably send a grown man to the asylum

[timbit-robin-art]

I saw your Mio doodle and now I wonder about a Light Music Club X-Men Edition.. Scott can be on drums he'd be so good at keeping time... whatever Ororo is on (because she'd slay at every instrument) she has to ALSO be on vocals because I believe that's just canon..

maybe Logan can be their roadie

Ah, K-On. My one weakness. I went a little overboard when picturing this, so whoops.

I imagine this being in a universe where there’s still mutants, but Xavier isn’t making them use their powers to fight. Instead, the institute is for learning how to control their powers/providing refuge for mutants who have nowhere else to go, and they go to a mutant/normal human mixed private school for normal education.

Here’s some of my ideas for the club members so far:

Ororo is the bass player and lead vocalist. She’s been inspired to be in a band ever since she lived on the streets as a little kid, where she saw a bass player performing live. Freshmen year of high school, she hears someone absolutely going ham on the drums, and finds Scott playing on his own. It took a while, but she finally convinced Scott to join her. She’s the heart and soul of the group, and main character along with Scott. I don’t see her living at the institute, though Xavier keeps the offer open. Instead, she may live with a 19/20 year old Gambit, who’s living off of the Guild’s money and trying to lay low.

Scott is the drum player. After Xavier picked him off of the streets, he got a bit lost in the mansion and discovered a drum set in the music room (I imagine it used to belong to Erik/Magnus). Xavier sees that the boy has natural rhythm, and decides to find him a teacher. Scott forms a middle school band with the O5, but they had a falling out, causing everyone to go their separate ways. However, Scott is still very passionate about the drums, which is why he eventually joins Ororo. He may be more pessimistic, but his passion for the drums is more than enough to keep him going.

Kurt is the pianist. He’s a transfer student from Germany and has always wanted to be a part of a band like Ororo. It was him that suggested the idea of forming an actual club, and he’s the big idealist/optimist of the group. I can see him not knowing too much on how to play piano, minus the basics he learned from his mother (she taught him how to play despite his three fingers), so when he moves into the institute, Xavier teaches him how to play better. Even though there are some people at school who treat him just as bad as the mobs from his home, he’s still willing to get out there and play with the group.

Hank is the guitarist. He used to be a part of the same group as Scott, but after everyone split a part, he stopped playing entirely. I can see him being intrigued by the talk of a “light music club,” but after seeing Scott was there, he wants nothing to do with it. Eventually, he joins a practice session after Ororo gets through to him, and he realizes just how much he misses playing. Scott and him have the friends-turned-hostile-turned-back-into-friends relationship. Unlike the other three O5 members, his love for music trumps any hostile feelings after the falling out, and he’s willing to give it another go.

Ah, but you can’t have a club without a faculty member as your sponsor;

Mr. Logan was the only available candidate for this. After a lot of begging (and promises that they’d wash his motorcycle every weekend), they eventually get him on board. He pretends to hate it, but it slowly becomes obvious that he has a soft spot for the group. He sees the passion they all have, and it reminds him of when he was younger (hmm… what if Logan was the bass player Ororo saw when she was younger…).

Of course, if we follow K-On, we must have a 5th member that joins later on. I have no idea who that could be. I think there’s a lot of fun ideas depending on who.

[naffeclipse]

Speakeasy

Reader x Mob Bosses!Sun and Moon

Commission Info

Many thanks to Anonymous for letting me go ham with the mob boss brothers and making them absolutely dastardly! I love the scenario for this one and just how sinister but sweet Sun and Moon can be when they have their favorite little thing sitting in their laps. The boys just love to show off what's theirs.

Content Warning for suggestive themes.

———

You are anxious, to say the least. Two large hands escort you. One rests on your shoulder, the animatronic’s off-white and yellow thumb sliding slightly underneath the neckline of your dress to stroke the bare skin of your shoulder. The other is on your waist, dark blue and silver, keeping you close despite your urge to race straight out of the speakeasy.

The mob bosses smile down at you with the wicked, wide smiles of sharks. In no uncertain terms, they are keeping you with them.

Swallowing your visible nervousness becomes hazardous as you realize that the illegal venue is very much open for business. Instead of a nightlife of posh people prepared to spend exuberant amounts of money on smoking and drinks, then swing away on the dance floor open before a small stage for a band, there are gangsters everywhere. They line the bar stools, sit in the plush, rich leather couches and seats, and musicians play low, soft jazz as if to not disturb the entrance of the crime lords of the Celestial Gang.

Your throat becomes thick as you smell cigarettes and alcohol and sharp, overapplied cologne. Low lights burn yellow and cast thick, clogging shadows around the open room. Several animatronics already flank a center sitting room away from the bar and dance floor. Human men dressed in sleazy suits quickly move towards the mob bosses. 

The small swarm settles when Sun and Moon escort you to a fine, black leather couch big enough for just the three of you. You bow your head under the scorching attention, all eyes seemingly upon the outsider their bosses brought along to the business meeting. Your hair falls into your face as a brief curtain to the overwhelming atmosphere. 

How did you get here? One moment, you’re researching the famed Celestial Gang for a column in the newspaper which pays you well to find the best, most reliable information, and the next, you were ‘borrowed’ by none other than Sun and Moon. The crime lords have done dark and dirty deeds to keep themselves high in the underground. Why kidnap you for a few days just to put you in a red dress and take you into the heart of their illegal dealings?

“Take a seat, love.” Sun presses close to your ear, warming your face when his faceplate touches the corner of your cheekbone.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Moon’s rough voice touches you. He lifts a hand and removes the shield of your hair and sweeps it behind your face, exposing your freckles and wide, green eyes. “What would you like? A drink, perhaps, my dear?”

You recoil, revealed by force once more to the many eyes, but the real danger is the ones with their hands on you, refusing to allow you to escape. A stutter begins in your throat. Swallowing it down, you force yourself to say in a tiny, demure voice, “No, thank you.”

“Later then.” Sun nods his sharp sun rays towards a man behind the bar. He moves swiftly, his hands flying out of sight. 

Sun and Moon promptly set you down on the couch, and you can’t help but wonder if this is what a minnow feels when crowded by two sharks as they take their seats on either side of you. Caging you with their bodies, your eyes widen at how they press their legs against yours. 

Sun leans forward in the slightest to take your hand between his own and unfurl the anxious fist you made. Moon leans deeper against the backrest and slides his arm behind you, cradling your waist. Stiffening, you hold as still as a doe deer in the sights of a hunter. All the while, every last goon stares down the three of you but not a word nor electric breath leaves those who await their bosses’ command.

The man behind the bar emerges carrying a silver tray with one lowball glass filled with a rich amber liquid. Close beside it is a dark blue pack of cigarettes.

You shift in your red dress as the bartender approaches. The fabric of your gown is rich and built to flare out when dancing. You didn’t want to put this on—no matter how lovely—but Sun and Moon cowed you with firm reminders. While they’re ‘borrowing’ you, they intend to dress you as they please. 

The checkered shrug was all you could manage. It took much to convince them to allow you to wear it but you pleaded, and they seem to enjoy it, much to your embarrassment.

The bartender bows and offers the tray to Sun first. Strangely, the animatronic accepts the glass while containing your hand in his other grasp. The amber liquid swirls between his nimble fingers. The bartender crosses to the other side of the couch. Moon tilts his head. His red eyes glance at the offering in approval before plucking the pack and immediately opening it.

Your mind spins with how they might indulge in the very human vices, but to your amazement, it seems to be a sort of ritual. There’s something ceremonial about the presentation. The enjoyment of something refined and toxic without partaking.

You watch the liquor glimmer in the crystalline cup. Sun pale eyes, sharp and dagger-like, pierce you with a glance.

“It’s bourbon, dollface.” He tips the glass closer, offering it to your lips. “You couldn’t imagine how much blood and money went into acquiring this one small glass. Would you like a taste?”

You flick your gaze up. He leans over you, crowding you, dwarfing you until you’re almost sliding onto Moon’s lap. His brother eagerly keeps you in place as Sun studies you. His smile holds an edge while he squeezes your hand in the slightest.

“I shouldn’t,” you murmur, but you shrink as you speak.

Sun’s eyes flash like the tip of a blade. He lowers the glass closer still to your mouth until a rich aroma spills upward and invades your senses. 

“Oh, but I say you should.” His grin bears down upon you. “No one touches my bourbon but I do want to know if it’s as worthwhile as the bottle says. One sip, turtle dove.”

You hold his gaze, almost trembling. It won’t kill you, certainly, but this is more than the pressure of a drink.

“Okay,” you concede meekly.

Sun’s smile is lethal as he presents it to you. Gazing into the amber liquid, you lean forward, unable to even hold the glass as Sun carefully presses it to your mouth and gently tilts it. A sweet spiciness spills over your tongue, reminding you of the solar crime lord. You merely wet your lips before it smoothly slides down your throat before you turn your head away. Sun allows it, satisfied with a sharp electric click of his tongue.

“How does it taste?” he purrs, catching your chin and lifting it higher as he admires you. A flutter overtakes your middle.

“Expensive,” you manage, “and strong.”

Tilting his head, Sun’s grin widens as his voice enters a growl so sweet it matches the bourbon’s flavor, “Good. It’s earned all the blood and money I spent on it.”

A few bodies shift from foot to foot and animatronics blink a few optics. Mercifully, Sun releases your chin. Again, you duck your face to hide as the liquor cools your stomach. Only a few drops and you already feel strange and tiny like a trapped rat.

Moon flicks a lighter. The sharp spark of it catching causes you to jump, and Moon chuckles a dark, rolling sound deep within his chassis.

“Relax, baby.” His red eyes search through the curtain of your hair. “You’re in good hands.”

You take a long strand of hair hanging in your face and begin twirling it around your finger. Twisting and twisting the lock, you watch Moon methodically pick a cigarette from the pack using one hand. Slowly, he slides his arm out from behind you. A dark pulse to his gaze washes down you until he reaches for your face and sweeps back the hair dangling in front of you.

“Look me in the eyes. You’re too pretty to hide from me,” he says in both warning and affection, and it chills you to the bone. “Don’t do that again.”

“Okay,” you breathe. Every function within you shrivels under the intensity of his red eyes holding you captive.

His fingertips slide over your cheekbones, lingering for a moment as if he might count every freckle dusting your skin. You tremble inwardly. Moon shifts the cigarette dexterously to his fingers. Holding it steady, he leans forward.

“Be a doll,” Moon rasps. He’s not asking.

“I—” you take a deep breath, your heart pumping hard. “I don’t smoke.”

“I know, my dear,” Moon chuckles sinisterly. You do not doubt that he does. “You’re going to help me light it, nothing more.”

A part of you writhes but you can do little but part your lips. Your fingers twitch as if you had a hope of taking it yourself, but Sun’s firm grasp on your hand is thick as shackles and Moon is as unyielding as a cold night.

He sets it softly on your lips. Unfamiliar with such a ritual, you freeze as Moon holds out the pale flame. He cups it, looming over you while he sets the end aglow with red-hot heat, and all the while, his eyes are devouring you whole.

“Hold still,” Moon commands. 

He lights it, and on instinct, you inhale. A poor choice, considering the flood of smoke that quickly sets fire to your lungs with a singing flavor of anise. A fierce cough overtakes you. Moon takes the cigarette from your lips as Sun tuts his tongue. 

“Naughty thing,” Moon chastises as he allows you to finish your fit, but he draws the cigarette away from you, holding it perfectly between his fingers while his other hand roams your back, hitting softly until you, at last, expel the last of the forsaking tobacco now staining you fiercely.

“You need to be good, love,” Sun reminds close to your ear. His digit plays with the dangling jewelry hanging from your earlobe. A shiny, silver sword. “What are we to do with you if you can’t behave?”

You choke but for a far different reason.

“I’ll be good,” you say, unable to get out anything else but whatever might please them.

“That’s all we ask, baby.” Moon’s hand slips under your chin to turn you towards him. Your lips part as he squeezes in the slightest, and you feel like a fish with your lips puffed into a pout. “Business will only take a moment, then we’ll get back to you.”

You bleed a fierce blush at how he holds you, his eyes commanding you without restraint. You utter a pathetic sound of agreement before the crime lords share a look.

They keep you firmly in place all the while they conduct the mafia meeting. Throughout, Sun’s and Moon’s hands are constantly upon you. Sun speaks of numbers, how well the handling of merchandise such as alcohol has transpired and Moon focuses on conflict, the safety of the gang and the casualties suffered, and how to strike back against those who crossed the line against them. You listen, feeling little more than a plaything in their palms. Moon rubs your side gently. Sun traces his thumb over your knuckles. You endure their forced closeness, unable to even hide behind the curtain of your hair as per their warning.

Then, at last, Sun and Moon lean back with a sort of finality. The goons relax in the slightest, able to ease off from their strict attentiveness before a slow murmur of talk stirs the air. The music picks up a touch louder. A slow, smooth sound of jazz that fills you to the brim. You can hardly unclench your jaw before Sun and Moon share a look so devilish, you fear for your soul.

“We worked hard today, Sun,” Moon drawls out sinisterly.

“We have. We need a reward,” Sun hums, pleased and dastardly. 

“What are you talking about?” you ask, your heart racing within you.

“A dance, of course, dollface.” Sun takes your hand and lifts it high. Moon captures your other before you register how they lift you from the couch in one swift motion.

You reel as they escort you to the dance floor. One flick of Moon’s hand commands the musicians to turn up the music, and the gangsters’ eyes follow you as you’re pulled onto the last place you want to be. The dance floor. 

In one sure motion, Sun begins to remove the shrug from your shoulders. Any resistance you might have made is cut by Moon holding you in place by your chin until Sun carelessly tosses the checkered cloth off to the side. 

“Beautiful,” Moon announces. His thumb finds the tattoo of a quill on your right bicep and strokes it adoringly. You shiver under the caress.

You freeze when another presence falls into your shadow.

“Lovely little thing,” Sun says as he traces a finger along the line of your bare shoulder. Another shudder rolls down your spine.

You turn as if you might escape but Sun seizes you by the hip and lifts your arm high, twirling you until the world is a blur of low light and smoky haze, and dips you. You gasp. The same nefarious hands catch you by the waist, bowing so close to your face, the sharp crown framing Sun’s head in sharp, yellow rays takes over your vision. A blush fills you to the brim.

“There’s nothing to fear, love. We’ll lead,” Sun reassures you with a laugh that flips your heart. “Won’t we, Moon?”

“We will.” Moon answers by stealing you away into a swift step that leaves you dizzy and with a head rush. He half drags, half carries you with a tight grip on your hands. You can barely catch up. 

You flush, trying to protest that you want to leave, now, and stop being a shining new toy to show off to their underlings, but there’s no denying the crime lords. Moon sweeps your feet off the ground as he grabs your waist and lifts you in a half circle. The red fabric of your dress flares out. Your stomach drops and your heart soars.

Then you’re back on your feet. Breathless, left spinning after Sun’s dip and Moon’s twist, you can hardly register the closeness until both mob bosses are upon you. At your back, Sun clasps your hand, holding it behind your waist as if he intends to pin you against his brother. Moon likewise captures your other hand, holding it shoulder-level. Two palms fall to your hips, and in a strange, electrifying motion, Sun and Moon force you to dance with both of them.

“How do you know how to do this?” is all you can gasp. It’s too perfect. Too prepared. Sun looms over your shoulder with a lethal warmth while you turn your cheek as if you might keep both of them in your vision. Moon presses closer to you, hanging over you like the cool threat of a storm.

“We have thought long and hard about what we might do with a troublemaker like you,” Sun speaks low into your ear. “You’ve been learning too much, turtle dove.”

You stiffen in the slightest. Despite this, your feet are caught in their rhythm, slowly spinning in time to the romantic tune floating in the air.

“What?” you breathe. “How did you—”

“We have our ways,” Moon reminds. He tilts his head, his fedora covering the lowlight and shadowing his face even deeper. 

They know. You found out their relation to their elder brother. The police chief.

You also found that they haven’t spoken to each other in years.

Your pulse picks up in horror. This is what this has been about. This whole time, the cat-and-mouse game, is because they’re going to kill you.

“Please,” you say, trembling. Their hands squeeze your own. 

“Hm? Speak up, love,” Sun laughs, taunting you. “I can’t hear you.”

“Don’t kill me,” you say it starkly, quietly. Your eyes are wide. There is nowhere to hide while they trap you between their chassis. 

Moon stares at you, his red eyes darkening into crimson before he releases your waist and slowly leans down. He captures your face between his palms. With Sun holding you in place, there is nowhere to run. You close your eyes.

A brush of something cool and tasting of anise falls against your lips. You start under the lunar crime lord’s kiss. When you open your eyes, his grin is pleased, wicked. He holds you a moment longer under his sharp teeth.

“That would be a waste, don’t you think?” he rasps.

Sun grunts something before he spins you around by the hips. Moon allows him, and he takes you by the waist to keep you on your feet while Sun looks upon you with desire so fiery, that you fear it will engulf you. His pale eyes gnaw away at your every edge.

“I thought…” you murmur senselessly. 

“You thought wrong.” Sun presses a finger to your lips with a wicked grin. “I need to take a bite out of you too.”

This time, your eyes are wide open when he bends down to press his faceplate to your lips, and you gasp underneath his hungry kiss. He pushes and pulls, and you almost sway were it not for the Moon stabilizing you. Sun releases you slowly, greedily.

“That’s right, dollface,” Sun purrs as Moon presses close and kisses the back of your neck. “We have plans for you.”

[supernatural-bias]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧 𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: none. brief mention of sex if you consider that a warning?

↳ song: what the world needs now is love—burt bacharach

masterlist | commissions | carrd

• How you two got together is beyond me. Between Austin's job as one of the worlds most famous— or infamous, depending how you look at it —spies, and his constant flings with women, it's a surprise the casanova managed to narrow the dating pool to just you. And vice versa, believe it or not. People are a lot more picky about dental hygiene than they were thirty years ago in the sixties, and Austin is painfully aware of it.

• Whether it was a mission appointed to you by Basil, some random night out on the town, or even just bumping into him on the streets of England as he runs from his mob of fans, it doesn't really matter. The two of you still met, and one way or another, ended up together.

• Just. Please. Don't make fun of his teeth and you'll be positively fine. He gets a little sensitive about them.

• All in all, Austin's a pretty good guy, and it shows. He tries his best to be a good partner, especially concidering he's still trying to get used to the nineties and their different standards. He's ready to hear you and anyone else out on proper etiquette, especially when it comes to things in a relationship. Although advice may slip his mind once or twice once he gets into the swing of things. He apologizes in advance.

• You will have to explain certain relationship boundaries to him while he listens with wide eyes and the occasional 'groovy!!', but at least you don't have to go through the whole monogamy talk. He's already got that down (thanks, Vanessa).

• The new-age relationship talk applies to sex as well, although he's a bit more intrigued by that (surprise surprise). Introduce him to bisexuality or the stoplight system, and he'd probably start vibrating in his seat just from excitement.

• "You're telling me I could have been shagging women and men all of these years? Groovy baby, positively groovy!!" Austin shifts from his place on the edge of the bed. He had been sitting there for a while, just watching with a gleam in his eyes as you list off all of the, erm, more exciting things to have changed in the realm of sexual prowess since he's been around

• You have to wait until he calms down to explain nonbinary people, which just ends up sending him into another gleeful rant all over again

• Please have little fashion shows for him at his shag pad!! Make him do little one-eighties of his retro outfits as he shows them off to you. It would make his entire day to do something like that with you complimenting or at the very least watching him.

• If there's one thing Austins bringing with him to the nineties, besides a can-do-aditude and a bald supervillian, it's fashion. Complete with all the lacey cravats and velvet suits a man could ever want. So yeah, makeshift fashion shows are a must.

• Speaking of things he would love to do with you— movie marathons! Nature documentaries! Binging best-selling books! All of these things would be great acitivies for a day when the two of you are looking to wind down. He hasn't had the chance to really catch up on pop culture between his job and parties, so go ham. Show him Star Wars, or the Little Shop Of Horrors back to back. Introduce him to your favorite up and coming bands: if only to get him to branch out from Burt Bacharach at the end of the day. You love Austin and his cheesy romance songs dearly, but listening to one album for months on end is enough to drive anyone crazy.

• As a forewarning, be prepared to deal with some of Austins nemesis' while you date him. Just because you're his partner, both in crime and in a relationship, doesn't mean Dr. Evil won't use that to his advantage. And by that, I mean attempt to kidnap you for leverage. It doesn't really work all too well though once you discover how easy it is to knock his henchmen out.

• Seriously. One half hearted chop to the neck, and they go down.

• "Really guys? One punch and you're crawling back to me like a pack of wounded hampsters???" All it takes is one look from Dr. Evil to have his men wincing before him. They all stand, either clutching an apendage, or with various bandaids plastered across their skin. "They're not even a freaking super spy!! Throw me a freakin' bone man!"

• "In our defense, Doctor, we didn't know they were going to fight back. Usually the partner just. Gives up." The head of the pack mutters, pointing an arm at you and wincing. You shrug awkwardly as everyone turns to look at you, choosing to ignore how Austin beams toothily with both pride and triumph from beside you.

• "Maybe invest in karate classes for your henchmen?" You suggest helpfully. The goons around you seem to momentarily forget you're the reason they're being all being berated in the first place as they nod with pleased smiles at the idea.

• "Darling, don't give the evil mastermind ideas!"

• Really. It's moments like those you wonder how Dr. Evil hadn't been stopped sooner.

[bayysart]

MS Paint more like MobS Paint. Idk I played with MS Paint for this one. I hate the look of Windows 11 MS Paint interface. I miss everything being boxy. Anyways Mob gets to go ham as a treat!!

[yippeeometer]

May I request Rhode Island/New Jersey ship headcanons 🙏

breaking news; the two lamest guys you know have found each other and are now gaslighting themselves into thinking ok so i might suck, but at least im not as bad as THAT guy-

they just are the worst. like jersey dresses solely in 90s jacket over big shirt over long sleeve combo and rhode dresses like hes a pirate in the recession forced to take on a job in the mob to earn cash

and all they do is annoy others. 90% of the day is just them bitching about u loudly and to your face and daring u to fight them a la 'what are you going to do tough guy? fight me?'

god bless these two and facebook. jersey uses it like your jerseyshore aunt (passive agressive hate posts) and rhode like your conspiracy theorist uncle (swear to god guys my ex wife hired a hitman against me) and they shouldnt be trusted

and you know what theyre dangerous. jersey makes no attempt whatsover to stop rhode biting people who make fun of his height. rhode makes no attempt to stop jersey from decking a guy for the whle pork roll talyor ham debate

so much violence from such little guys.....

difficult difficult ask for a rhodecut no1. i powered on. god strongest babygirl

[matt0044]

Yeah... I'm not comfortable with the way "stalker" is just casually thrown out at Marinette.

I can't entertain this anymore and gotta put my foot down.

Stalking often involves the stalked acknowledging the stalker and often turning them down for love or what have you only for the stalking to persist. Note that this involves the stalked's discomfort.

Adrien wasn't aware (willfully or otherwise) that Marinette was in love with him (or at least on a level beyond what he gets from fans) and wasn't discomforted by her attempts to profess her love. Marinette hadn't intruded on his life in any damning way and, even when she might, the universe handicaps her. Like… how many have her Murder Board plans to get with him panned out?

The only times when Adrien feels he's being dogged by anyone else is by his father coercing him into being a model and face for the Gabriel brand as well as by certain fans that may mob him. Something that Marinette has ACTUALLY helped him with like when he went out to see his mother's movie in theaters.

Furthermore, Marinette actively avoids intruding on Adrien's space in ways that might put him off like trying to talk with him only to trip over her words. Meaning? She doesn't want to make him uncomfortable around her and in the event that Adrien did turn her down for Kagami, she would've swallowed the bitter pill best she could.

All of this to say… words mean things and Marinette's cringe plans are understood by the show to be just that: cringe as teenagers get. You don't have to like it and can criticize its execution but this overstatement of harm is getting to the point where y'all just don't know how to even read a book.

Like… I didn't dellude myself in thinking that I'd get praise across the board for my takes here.

I'm not here to cry foul that one may dared disagree with me but... there's a weird undercurrent to this criticism that seems to act like Miraculous's character are real people like friends they know. That their actions will somehow impact the real world and... that sounded familiar.

The way the conversation seemed to be going was that the fictional world of Miraculous wasn't "just a show." That we must hold the character accountable for real life laws just as we would or that we must actively condemn their action because the show neglected to give us a disclaimer concerning potentially problematic behavior on Marinette's part.

I like this show when it doesn't just settle for good guys being stalward citizens and villains as only dagnasty evil. When Marinette gets a little too invasive yet can also be sensitive. When Chat Noir can be a little too emotional yet repressed as Adrien. When Gabriel hams it up like a classic Disney villain yet carries himself like a Shakespeare character in the throes of loss.

I mean... isn't that why Chloe has such a bizarre stan culture around her? What makes other characters unworthy of similar examination?

When did we suddenly forget the fourth wall was a thing?

[forsakenfrogmaster]

Hamilton Goes To Hogwarts..?

Yup, you heard me. I've been hearing about it a bit, and my HP obsession just came back. You know what that means! Please know that all of these are just fun little ideas, and if you want to change their houses go for it:)

Ham is a Ravenclaw

Laurens is a Griffendor

Laff is a Ravenclaw

Herc is a Huffelpuff (You can not tell me that that man is not a big softie underneath)

Burr is a Slytherin

Washington is a fourth year Griffendor

Jefferson is a Slytherin

Maddison is a Huffelpuff

They all like to stick together, but often get into lively debates, where by the end, wands are drawn

No one knows how Ham isn't a slytherin, but then he pulls some wicked smart thing only he and Laff could pull off and it suddenly makes sense now

Herc mends ALL of the clothes whenever they get into a spell fight, and adds tiny details of personalization to each of the cloaks when no one is looking

Laurens and Ham sneak out quite a bit to hang out under the stars, Laff will always cover for Ham, while Washington (He unapproved of breaking the rules but understands the young love) will cover for Laruens.

Ham ends up going WITH harry into the area for the philosophers stone, and literally just walks around the chess board while they are playing, but gets knocked out cold by a rouge piece at the end of the game.

The schulyer sisters come in for the triwizard tournament, cue EVERYONE GOING INSANE FOR THEM BECAUSE OMG ITS THE SCHULYER SISTER MARRY ME-

Nobody knows where the hell these kids come from. Some people have tried to follow them home, but fail continusily.

They all live together in an Apt in Hogsmead right above a bookstore that Laff's folks run.

They know a weird amount about muggle life, and it's history, and an insane amount on Wizard history. Which is usually how the debates start.

DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES TRY TO BULLY ANY ONE OF THEM IT WILL RESULT IN YOU BEING MOBBED

Draco learned the warning above the hard way when not only did the squad pull up, BUT EVERY SINGLE FREAKING HOUSE AS WELL- LIKE WTF GUYS HOW- CRABB, GOYLE WHY ARE YOU ON THEIR SIDE?!

At Christmas Ham gets a BUNCH of law books.

During the battle of hogwarts Laff hands something to his squad, but none of the professors can see

There are suddenly loud pops, and screams as Laff stands on a rock screaming VIVA LA REVOLUTION!

Guns. That's what Laff was passing out.

Surprisingly, the guns work REALLY well. They almost hit Voldemort, but because of the Horcrux thing it doesn't work.

Someone tried to kill Herc, and all of a sudden there were like 7 teenage boys lunging at them.

The corpse had bite marks in it..?

People think that they are all Animagi. Or at least Washington. Washington has to be a dragon of some kind because that man can get to the highest of places with NO MAGIC-

They all like to drink butterbeer in the Ravenclaw common room together after long days.

No one comments on it. Or else they might be the next corpse

Ham once accidentally made a new spell. It was put on the list of unforgivable curses.

You better believe it was used in the battle of hogwarts.

[accidentwithapen]

Hiii!!! GIGS in Space AU Once Again on my mind so heres a quick plot rundown allll put in one post

If you read through this all i love you <3

If not, have this grian doodle anyways

So Grian, Scar, Impulse, and Skizz are all prisoners in this like,,, dystopian space society. All are imprisoned for different reasons:

- Grian is a vandalist, doing graffiti and setting minor explosions around different government/company sites. When arrested and asked why he does what he does, he claims "it's about the principal"

- Impulse worked as a mechanic for a major company, but an incident resulting in a death and 3 injuries gets wrongfully pinned on him. He still believes that all circumstances surrounding his arrest are just one big misunderstanding. The company, however, doesnt care.

- Skizz is a hacker, and good at it too. He logs into the system of the same company Impulse worked for, and subsequently gets caught red-handed.

- Nobody knows why Scar is arrested. There are many rumors spread around the prison wing that he and Grian are in that Scar is Secretly A Mob Boss for the Con Corp. family. But surely someone so clumsy and silly cant possibly be so powerful, right? thats what Grian thinks, anyways.

So these doofuses have two options.

1. they can serve their sentence rotting in a shitty space prison with Nothing To Do and being forced into manual labor

2. they can get out slightly earlier after enough time spent doing Community Service

They go for the second one, which Happens to be gathering extraterrestrial data for Impulse's old Company (i need a name for it dear god its ridiculous at this point). So after all independently choosing the community service option, they get grouped into a squad of the four of them and get sent out to different semi-abandoned planets to hunt monsters/ghosts/aliens and collect data. What they eventually figure out is that the reason they are given so much freedom with their community service is that they are not intended to survive. They devise an escape plan and on their third mission together, they successfully escape together.

Its important to note that Scar and Grian came from the same cell block, so Grian decides to tell Skizz and Impulse about the mob boss rumors (as a prank, of course), and warns them that Scar Doesn't Like Swearing. basically scaring everyone into facing these cosmic horrors with a PG attitude

So the GIGS escape with a real shitty spacecraft and are on the run from the government (theres no way they're gonna succeed like this) up until they get captured. but not by the government.

They get captured by morally gray, filthy rich, weapons manufacturer Doc. (or his hitman at least, one Geminitay)

Doc explains to the GIGS that he has paid all of their bail fees, and now they must work off their debt to him. as delivery boys.

Doc enlists Gem to look after the GIGS during their deliveries. Gem Does Not Like This but shes not gonna say no to her boss.

Basically the rest of it is a silly stupid sci fi sitcom about funny found family doing goofy delivery missions and learning more about each other along the way.

Oh, and remember those rumors about Scar? Theyre all true. And there are Consequences for his absence in the family....

Heres some extra little character notes:

- While Impulse believes his arrest was a genuine mistake at first, during their second bout of community service, he and skizz discover how little the company actually cares about its employees and Impulse gets real mad that his entire livelihood is a lie and goes ham and wrecks some shit (good for him)

- Gem was taken in by Doc at a very young age, with life-threatening injuries. Doc used his experience with mad sciencery to fix her up with whatever he had on hand, mostly animal parts. now shes a hybrid.

- Gem sees Doc as a father figure, but has No Clue how to express that so from her perspective shes just Really Loyal to her boss and doing nothing more than paying off a life debt.

- Grian has a mycelium infection running up his arm that he keeps secret from everyone else. the first in the group to find out about it is Gem

- Scar uses mobility aids of many varieties, but mostly uses a cane with robotic leg splints on missions

Anyways thats all for now, if you wanna see some more doodles and stuff you can look around my gigs in space tag!!

[glitchedmagic]

okay. under the assumption that namemc spoilers are a troll, i think i have my final wildcard prediction:

gem and pearl said (paraphrasing) that the mobs were all weird and that wasn't really the wildcard nor a spoiler. it's the last episode, so presumably grian didn't want everyone to die to random wildcard effects (some people was probably fine)

so my prediction is decaying/corrupting world. something about the world is falling apart. maybe gravity changes? blocks getting replaced? shrinking world border? idk exactly but i feel like this would be fun for a couple of reasons

a sense of finality to the season. it has to end here because the world is literally falling apart

a deadline. its got to be tempting for the cc's to drag out the last session and try and gear up/prepare/get enough content. this puts a hard clock on the season

a strangely thematic ending (imo). this world was weird and wild. things happened that were not supposed to happen. eventually all of that energy had to break and the world broke too

the fanart would fuck. just. so hard. after a season of ridiculousness, the drama artists deserve to go ham

anyways even if this isn't the wildcard, im going to hc the server corrupting as the season ends. a treat for me

[halcome]

Been having this idea lately for something to build in my modded world

Text below \/\/\/ --------------------------

End Mob Arena [Galactic text]

Been wanting an arena to go ham in thanks to how overpowered some of my mods have been.

Main bits --------------------------

Warp area

Storage area

Arena with spawners coming out the ground - Create mod my beloved

(Diagram labels from left to right)

Controls + storage

Arena

Fancy Pillars

Warp point (Bewitchment)

[woahpip]

glowing: for @kastleexchange's come what may event

“You look different,” Foggy tells her. 

Karen’s not sure how. The blouse she has on was bought years ago and somehow survived the multiple moves and tragic events that made up her life. It was dark blue, made out of an eyelet embroidered fabric so you could see a little glimpse of her skin underneath. It was the perfect warm day shirt while still being long sleeved and professional. It was dark, so there were no Chinese food stains or blood spatters.

“I’ve had this shirt,” is all she says.

“No.” Foggy’s not letting this go. “That’s not it. It’s you. It’s your face.”

“My face?”

“It’s bright. You look backlit like a girl in a movie, except it’s your smile.”

“Like I’m all teeth?”

He’s exasperated with her now; sighs like she’s taking him on a walk and won’t let him walk, but they were talking about this because of him!

“No, Karen. Like you’re…like you’re really, really happy.”

“Oh,” is all she says back.

Foggy’s face is blank, like it is when he’s working out a problem, creating an argument in his brain to relay it to her and Matt. They’re still in the deli, the smell of ham also having to be ignored when he needs everything around him to be quiet. It’s his thinking through the ham face.

“I saw something in the news the other day. Short article. Buried in the back pages.”

“You know that’s where news goes to die, Foggy,” Karen tells him.

He tilts his head. “And I know you know sometimes that’s where the best news is. Anyway. I just saw some Irish mob people were found dead, weird situation. Police have no idea what happened, just that it was bloody.”

There’s the rub. There’s why he’s holding his face still, the stillest thing in New York.

“I work with you and Matt, not for the paper anymore. Not sure what you’re getting at.”

“Why are you lying, Karen? I know he’s back in town.”

There’s no point in keeping up the lie; he knows.

“More observant than you thought I was, right?” he says when she doesn’t fess up right away.

“No, Foggy. I know you’re smart. I watch it in action everyday. I just didn’t want to say anything. It’s my life.”

Besides, she only saw Frank once (another drop in on the street, another quick exchange of information, a whispered see you later, Karen that shouldn’t have been enough to have her glowing enough everyone can tell that something fundamental has shifted in her life.

“He’s a killer, Karen,” Foggy says. He picks up his paperwork and leaves the office, their shared table in the deli where they break bread everyday, share their lives again in a way they’d once lost.

Would this be their downfall, again? Not Matt Murdock and his tendency to save the world first, other obligations second, but her connection to a man who has killed, yes…but who’s also saved her life. Multiple times.

“Sorry, Foggy,” she whispers to the air. 

The I’m not forgetting him part stays silent.

[wazzappp]

I have this. Extremely specific scenario. I like to pull off the daydream bookshelf quite a bit.

After Robbie kills Ivanov, everybody there still like. KNOWS WHERE HE LIVES. So I'm thinking some new motherfucker rises up and is like 'alright were gonna hit him where it hurts. protect future business ventures n' stuff' and sends someone to take Gabe as leverage. Lisa and Robbie have actually managed to TALK about things and once theyr'e on friendly terms again she is once again babysitting Gabe.

Anyway this mob guy shows up and attempts this kidnapping. Lisa manages to get the upperhand with a kitchen knife somehow and just. GOES HAM. LIKE. 'GETS ON TOP OF HIM AND STABS HIM TILL HES NOT MOVING ANYMORE AND THEN JUST A LITTLE EXTRA FOR GOOD MEASURE' GOES HAM. Naturally calls Robbie afterward because WHAT. This guy is clearly MOB AFFILIATED she has NO IDEA what will happen if she calls the police SO PLEASE JUST FUCKING GET HERE AND MAKE IT MAKE SENSE.

It's a complete and total clusterfuck all around. For EVERYONE.

Lisa is IN THE MIDDLE OF A CRISIS OK. SHES EARNED A LITTLE FREAK OUT. SHE JUST FUCKING KILLED SOMEONE. Jesus christ why didn't she stop after he was down why did she keep fucking going god what does that say ABOUT HER. Does she feel the right amount of bad about this? She doesent really REGRET it she just wanted to keep Gabe and herself safe. But did she really need to go that far why did she take it that far and SHE WAS READY TO DO IT AGAIN IF SOMEONE ELSE BAD WALKED THROUGH THE DOOR is something wrong with her? please dont let there be something really wrong with her shes tried so hard to be good shes tried SO hard please please she is. spiraling. bad.

Gabe is having... a fucking time of it. This is the second time in two months that someone has been killed right fucking in front of him. At least the first one he was only semi conscious for but still. @moosemonstrous helped develop two GLORIOUSLY, BEAUTIFULLY angsty directions this could go. 1. 'WOW the world is dangerous I'm so lucky that I have people who can protect me. Those guys must have really deserved it.' (bonus points if him and Lisa are still not on the best of terms but this like. endears her to him. jesus christ I love your brain moose thats so cutely fucked up). OR 2. he can go the self blaming route of 'This is the second guy to die. And he died because people were protecting me. Is this?? My fault?? Is there something wrong with me? if people keep getting hurt because of me maybe it would be better if I just wasn't around.' (<- ROBBIE GET YOUR BROTHER NOW.)

And Robbie. Jesus christ. His brain is being pulled in SO MANY DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS BY THIS. Eli is elated, naturally, 'OHHHOHOHOHO ROBBIEEEEE I KNEW YOU HAD TO HAVE GOOD TASTE IN SOMETHING OTHER THAN CARS! See!!? I TOLD you killing is a perfectly natural part of being a person! Look at all those stab wounds she CLEARLY had a good time!' Robbies part of the brain is going 'HOLY FUCK' and IMMEDIATELY jumps to problem solving. He needs to get rid of the body first and formost at least that shouldnt be too hard oh god getting rid of bodies is something hes GOOD at what the fuck. HOW MANY?? OF IVANOVS MOB?? KNOWS WHERE HE LIVES??? Oh fuck does he have to go kill them ALL ?? (<- que Eli doing backflips out of absolute joy at that possibility) Also, brother. You cant tell me. that demons don't have weird social structures and expressions of affection. And Robbie is like. HALF DEMON. AT LEAST. So this shit for him is at least a little bit like when a cat brings you a dead animal (SHE IS SHOWING!! THE LITTLE ONE!! HOW TO HUNT!! SHE KILLED FOR HIM!! FOR US!!). IT IS. CONFUSING. FUCKING CONFUSING AS ALL HELL FOR HIM!!

Idk man this is just the particular brand of clusterfuck that is like my own personal brand of heroin to quote one sparkly boy.