#green sludge guy

[canneddolts]

love these guys…[looks at smudged ink on hand]………………….barby & gorin

[reblogglelog]

I was doing my haha teehee post for this scene when I realized that Batman is a walking Trigger (capitol T) for Guy Gardner.

Sad Boy Hours: Guy Gardner

Guy Gardner has severe physical and psychological trauma. His dad is canonically physically and verbally abusive. Guy is pretty frank about it. So, Guy had problems before his frontal lobe got scrambled like an egg.

There are multiple times in the series where Bruce just has to give Guy an order and, counter to the way Guy acts with everyone else, Guy does what he's told. Now, it isn't every time. It wouldn't be Guy Gardner if he didn't try and piss off every human in existence. He knows they're going to find a reason to hate him, call him a piece of shit, so he'll give it to them on his terms. Because that's one way to cope with being the punching bag your whole life. Own it before someone else does. But, there are times Guy becomes timid in response to Bruce.

Guy Gardner doesn't know how to be quiet. There is nothing about this man that allows for subtly. It is physically impossible. The only reason Guy would be quiet is if it was to be bitchy and petulant, but that's not happening here. He's whispering and his eyes are on Bruce's hand, the hand that is gripping his shoulder hard enough to wrinkle the fabric. Guy looks stricken. The little motion lines around his head look like shaking. It's a jarring switch from the frothing man in the panel before.

All Bruce did was tell Guy to say he was sorry. Just to apologize. And he grabs Guy's shoulder. Guy doesn't have all his social tools anymore, but he has muscle memory and flight-fight-freeze, and he's using what he's got.

The "It's a start." is so disappointedly paternal. "It's a start" implies there will be more later. And later is never good.

I know it's not that deep, it's the 80s, they needed someone to be the team asshole. But, I'm also right because my brain is so juicy. Bruce is a walking trigger for Guy Gardner with his perpetual "Angry Dad" energy and the the fact that Bruce is the only one who can get away with bossing Guy around is a by-product of how thoroughly fucked up Guy's head is.

[nixii-sabre]

sludge reference except when he was 13 years old. he LOVES unicorns guys

minor nudity and heavy bruising + sh scarring under the cut

[redflagshipwriter]

Ghost Driver 6

Masterpost

His body was shaking. Jason came back to himself in fits and starts, mind suffering through the sludge of a concussion and heavy duty pain medication. His ears had finally stopped ringing after the explosion. He was aware enough to know that he had been in and out of it for what must have been hours.

He checked in with himself: he hurt. His body hurt, like he had hit a wall at high speed because of the uh, the explosion. His eye ached obnoxiously, and he had a crick in his neck. Jason rolled it cautiously. “This is not my beautiful sofa,” he said. Where was he? He should be sleeping off his injuries in a shitty cold apartment in downtown Gotham. The world rumbled around him like he was on top of an old water heater, or traveling at high speed.

“Definitely not,” said Dickie.

Oh. It was another dream. He closed his eyes. There was no scenario in which Batman took him back to the cave that didn’t involve waking up on a bed in a room with no shoelaces. He was scrunched into the front seat of a vehicle– that was the source of the shaking. A motor. He peeled open one eye to reconfirm that the world outside was wavy and green.

“This is different.” He didn’t feel much of anything when he looked at it. It was kinda dumb. He deserved a more substantial hallucinatory sequence after the new worst day of his life “Hey, was I really fuckin annoying when I was little? Is that why you didn’t like me? Because I dreamed I was on a road trip with little me and I gotta say, he didn’t deserve to have his head beat in with a crowbar, but he was truly obnoxious.” He grimaced. So sincere. Christ. He was an idiot and he always had been. Of course Bruce would never choose his son over his morals.

“Not a dream,” said a new voice. “Sorry.” They coughed.

Wait. Jason struggled to put it together. He did know that voice, but the guy it came out of was all wrong. “You look like a space mermaid,” he told Danny Fenton disapprovingly. “I am not a pirate. What are you doing? There’s no coherency in this dream.” He waved a hand around and immediately regretted it. “Go back to your other face.”

“Uh.” Danny sounded nervous. “This is just what I look like, all the time.” He gave a very bad fake laugh.

That was suspicious. Jason considered this. Fuck, his head was pounding. He sat up and fought past nausea to assess what was going on around him better.

Dick was staring at him inside the cockpit of an unidentified vehicle. He was aiming for a cheerfully detached mien, but Jason saw right through it. Dick was stressed out of his big dumb pumpkin head. Next to him was a Robin.

Jason narrowed his eyes. That wasn’t a ghost or vision. That was the new kid, upgraded uniform and all. “You lack panache,” he told Tim Drake disdainfully. He skimmed over the techno mermaid version of the incredibly hot getaway driver he had promised to protect from Batman and had the dim suspicion that he had fucked that up. He nodded at the vampire who was driving their spaceship through green air. “Hey, man.”

“...Hello,” said the vampire.

“Ignore him,” Danny hastily said. He gave Jason a queasy smile and twisted his fingers together. “You’re up up now? Sorry, you missed kiiiind of a lot. When you didn’t come back I decided to figure out what happened to you and I did kidnap a guy, so we have to fix that with paperwork.” He paused. “Also I did kidnap Robin a little bit. But that was an honest mistake! I thought he was dead.”

Jason watched this babbling, perplexed but charmed. “Who else did you kidnap?” His voice was a little choked up. He had kidnapped Robin? Batman must be losing his mind. He fought down a hysterical giggle. Dickie was here too, hell. The Bat-aneurism would be blinding.

The vampire heaved a massively put-upon sigh. “Some ruffian styling himself as a Joker,” he drawled. He was so powerfully unimpressed that his words took a moment to penetrate Jason’s brain.

He froze.

“So dear Phantom here gifted him to Skulker.” He pronounced ‘Skulker’ like the name might leave mud in his mouth if he wasn’t careful with it. “Skulker is disinterested in giving up his toy, so we are now in a very exciting chase.” The vampire sneered.

Jason hauled himself upwards with difficulty. His body felt so heavy. Every muscle hurt. “We are chasing him?”

“No, he is chasing us.” Dick pointed a thumb towards the back. “We’re, uh.” His whole face twitched. “We’re towing the Joker behind us. Skulker keeps trying to harpoon him to get him back.”

The ship jerked violently. Jason looked over to the vampire pilot, who was serenely unaffected by the violent subject matter.

He took a moment to experience childlike wonder. What had Danny done while he was unconscious? How had he pulled this off? Was it an elaborate proposal? If so, he didn’t need to try that hard, goddamn. Jason had an empty ring finger.

Jason considered all of this and tried to be cool about it. “What’s the end goal?”

Dickie leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees and make deadpan eye contact. “We are going to take the Joker to a private prison in the Infinite Realms run by a cowboy ghost named Walker, and I am going to oversee transfer paperwork to give to Inspector Gordon.” He said it all like it made some sense. “Can’t have the Joker disappear without a record.”

“...Right,” Jason said, remembering that bit of information. He inserted as much disdain as possible into his voice for the sheer fun of it. “You’re a fucking cop.”

Dickie flinched.

“That’s right,” Danny said, pleased and impressed. “How did you know that? I found him at the police station and he said he would help out. This is my estranged godfather vampire, Vlad.” He gestured at the driver. “And I’m Phantom,” he said, despite being obviously Danny Fenton in a superhero transformation.

“...I’m Jason, but you can call me honey,” he said.

Dick choked on air.

Phantom flushed a very pleasing teal.

Jason flung an arm over Danny’s shoulder and reeled him in. He might have also leaned on him a bit, but that was the blood loss talking. He wasn’t swooning. “Tell me about this prison and how you feel about gold versus silver.”

Drake made a gagging sound.

“No, shh,” Dickie said quietly. “I want to see where this is going.”

[deadsetobsessions]

DCxDP Writing Prompt: (I wrote some myself but yk)

Ghost was Gotham’s first cryptid. That’s right. Even before Batman. He’d established himself in the city as someone who takes care of things, helps the weak, aid some of the strong trying to do good. His information network sprawled the expanse of the city. In between the day the Waynes died and Batman’s reappearance, Ghost set up shop and slowly began to remove the sludge clinging to Gotham’s spirit.

Danny thought the name was a little bit on the nose but as someone who used to go by Invis-o-bill, he definitely wasn’t complaining.

Besides, people had accidentally aligned with ghost culture when they began calling Gotham his haunt. It was, and having people recognize that helped to boost his core. It was his haunt, and while he was taking down mob bosses, they were also considered his to take care of.

Which meant Danny felt it the moment Batman stepped into his haunt. He stayed his immediate violent reaction only because Gotham herself materialized to stop him from scalping the guy. She whispered to him how his parents died on these streets, how she wanted to choose him as her Knight. The Lady Gotham looked at her King, and asked him to withhold his judgement, bowed her head and pleaded.

Danny, eyes glowing a toxic green, stared at her until the rage from Batman’s presence- invader! trying to steal his haunt!- had calmed.

And he agreed, probationally.

The Ghost stood back and watched, commanding his network of people to assess and judge the Bat as a possible asset. A possible ally.

And so the Ghost’s continent of people, from prostitutes to white collar workers, from street kids to socialites, watched.

And Lady Gotham’s knight proved himself. And he found one of Ghost’s informants. And Danny?

Danny tilted his head back and laughed, glad he allowed Bruce Wayne to live despite his unknowing transgression.

[heartfullofleeches]

As much as I love monster darlings, monster yans are just as cute

Paranormal YouTuber reader and their totally 100% human definitely not an eldritch horror camera man yan - Tobi for now. The places Reader explores may actually be haunted, but no ghost or demon is popping out while that thing around. Their silly little idiot would be in serious trouble if they weren't around. People try to point out the odd glow in their eyes whenever they flash on screen, but the comments are quickly filtered and if you're lucky they'll be a new site of tragic, horrific and gruesome murder to explore.

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Reader: Hm..... I broke a mirror, and even wore the same shade of green the ghost that supposedly haunts died in. Why's nothing happening?

[The camera man stares off at thin air, waving slowly before pointing down at their darling as they drag a finger across their neck.]

Reader: I'll try the board again- [They pick up the planchette ] R U N. Run. Is it trying to scare us?

[Yan camera man proceeds to stomp the Ouija board into fine pieces, a black sludge sticking to their heel]

"spider."

-

[in the middle of a Livestream with their followers]

Reader: Hey guys! Welcome back to another stream!~

Chat member: you've been right next to what you're hunting this whole time You're so cute. You should hold the camera person's hand :) :) :)

Reader: Aw thanks..... Hey, Tobi I think the chat is doing that weird glitch again. There's just a bunch of smiles on the screen now.

Yan camera man: :)?

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Reader: I'm worried, Tobi. What if ghosts and monsters really aren't real?

Yan camera man: :)

Reader: What's that, Tobi?

Yan camera man: :))

Reader: You can find us a ghost right now?! I knew I could count on you!

[Yan camera man proceeds to kiss reader's forehead and roll up their sleeves as they walk off - picking up the leader of the rival ghost hunting gang up a few yards away by the throat and snapping their neck like a twig] :)

[hooter-n-company]

Some more recent art I made of Bubba for @twistedtummies2's birthday, starring his 'sona Rochak in a rather precarious position. He's rather fond of the giant swamp beast (in his own timid, blushy way), and Bubba feels the same...albeit in a much, MUCH more possessive sense. Blame the lil' guy for being such an amazing cook...and for tasting so damn good himself. XD

TT2 also wrote a wonderful little blurb to go along with the image, which I have attached below. Go check out the other stuff he's written, he's got a TON on his page!

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“Mmmmaaaaaaaahhhhhh…”

Rochak blinked his green eyes a couple times, as light stung them and saliva dripped onto his lids. He watched as the long, slimy, sticky, serpentine tongue that slathered and slithered under his chin stretched out, its goopy tip dexterously clamped around the brim of his beloved top hat.

He whimpered; he tried to wiggle, but the powerful peristaltic muscles that held everything from his chest downwards didn’t offer much room to move around. He was cocooned in rippling, pulsing flesh; slippery enough to let him slide downwards without much issue, but strong enough to keep him from going anywhere they didn’t want him to go.

A keening, flustered, frightened sound left the human. Hot, damp breath that smelled like a dead marsh flowed up and around him; they only intensified the blush upon his face, even as he felt himself trembling impulsively in the craw of his consumer. He tried to speak a couple times, to no avail. Either the words just wouldn’t come, choked in the back of his own throat, his lungs working overtime to keep him from passing out…or, when they DID start to leave his little lips, the tongue would roll and buck under him, slicking his face and making him sputter, and very nearly pushing him down the gullet that greedily waiting to gulp him down completely.

Bubba rumbled with pleasure, his grin wide and jagged. To any random observer, it would have seemed truly wicked…but it really wasn’t a look of evil. Simply of mischief.

Of course, you had to know the river beast well to know that, and the swamp-dwelling predator typically only got people acquainted with one part of him: his endlessly gluttonous guts.

Rochak would be one of the few to go down into those guts and come out again alive…but the carnivorous amphibian didn’t need to TELL him that, did he? After all, feeling his scared little heartbeat pitter-patter against his insides was just MUCH too entertaining to pass up.

With a deep, devilish chortle, the swamp swallower stretched his maw just a tad wider. He rubbed his upper belly with his webbed forelimbs, as he allowed his little pet one last look at the world outside.

The human WOULD see it all again…but not for several long, dark, smelly, sludge-coated hours.

Rochak let out a soft “meep!” as the glutton’s belly bellowed needily below his toes. Bubba could feel his heartbeat kick up a notch, and sensed more than simply fear in the little man’s heart. Deviously, Bubba wondered: by the time he got out of his belly…would the squeaky little swamp mouse even WANT to be free?

He shrugged. Ah, well. It really didn’t matter, did it?

The jaws finally snapped shut…and down the hatch the little rodent went.

GUUULLLP!

“BEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLCH! Ahhhh…tastes like Mama’s chicken! Heh heh heh…”

[undomesticated-catgirl]

im a snapjaw. im bitin the fart bubbles in the watervine patch. we smokin qudzu symbiotes. smokin that south sunderlies house isner deluxe megadram kasaphescence kush. we smokin beetlebum. im on 12 ubernostrum injectors smokin on q girl dick. we smokin mangrove gelatinous prism boogers. we snortin that good six day stilt hot and spiny jibblies. they must have amnesia, they forgot that im xem. that bey lah backwoods pack hittin that hindrussy smell like a chitinous puma. we smokin shit from a glass hookah blowin shekhinah's bubbles. im sick in the head. im on that rainbow wood soupy sludge. im on them ekuemekiyyen greens. im on them omonporch asphodelytes. i left my zetachrome pumps in the reliquary, i'll have to stunt on them next time. i don't give a fuck if i get decapitated, i don't need that head anyway. im high on 12 pax klanqs, lookin to beat the cum out of an irritable palm. we smokin dilute warm static you stupid piece of shit, i'll fuckin kill you. call that pussy the asphalt mines, cause im in this bitch and i can't get out. last guy who ran off on the pack got choked out by some ulnar stimulators. the last thing he ever saw was the engraving on them. slowly faded into darkness, and i let the argent fathers take him.

[vicmillen]

Why is Jason's revival so special?

Yeah yeah sure, Jason is far from the only guy dunked in the green pit, lots of others got dunked too, more than once even!

But as far as I know (which admittedly isn't very, so take some salt), Jason is the only zombie guy getting dunked in there.

Like, please don't forget the guy is already an undead zombie before the pit. Hell he literally crawled out of his own grave, it's like one of the key points of his story. I really don't think the 'came back wrong' part for Jason happened because of the Lazarus pit, it just boosted whatever is already going on with his weird state of being.

So what does that mean in the DPxDC setting? Idk, whatever you want really.

Maybe the guy is already on his way to becoming a revenant, and the dunk in green water supercharged his core/soul/whatever and overshoot the process, so he's much more alive than he should be.

Maybe his state of being a revenant means he generates ectoplasm by himself, and the pit contaminated the whole process which is why the pit rage became an ongoing problem for him.

Maybe there's nothing wrong with him and the supposed 'pit rage' isn't caused by the pit at all, it's just his state of slightly undead amplifies his emotions (especially rage) a tad too much.

Maybe he's like half a halfa, where his ghostly less-than-half is fused with his revived human side, just enough to give him the incontrollable ghostly urge to throw down and that skrunkly white streak.

Eh, I kinda lost track of what I was trying to say, just please remember there's more about Jason's revival than the green sludge, and that's what makes him weird. Anyways, have a good day.

[cosmicpack]

As someone who loves Zelda and is back in the voltron building. Klance/voltron Tears of the Kingdom au??

I’m putting Keith in Princess Zelda’s role. Because he’s the one who leaves the team.

I’m putting the rest of Voltron as a mix of Link and the other sages.

Now spoilers for TOTK as I will be using it for plot elements.

The Voltron crew arrives on a planet to help them out. The come thinking it’s the Galra causing problems, and while there are some on the planet whatever is happening here is having a negative impact on them to.

They find out that there is an illness spreading on the planet. Anyone who interacts with Gloom, this dark sludge like substance, becomes sick for days and depending on the exposure can die. The Gloom seemed to be coming from underneath the castle.

Allura, wanting to help the people, offers for the Voltron paladins to check it out. They suit up, helmets on, and head down. They find a passage underneath the castle with all these strange carvings telling the history of an ancient war, though the ending is covered up with stones. They head farther down where they find a corpse like creature being held down by a glowing green hand.

The hand loses power falling to the side, as it does so a stone (a Secert Stone) falls off it and slides to Keith’s feet. He bends down to pick it up and it starts to glow gold.

Before anyone can comment the corpse starts moving. “Keith” it calls as it straightens up. Everyone is on the defensive now taking a slight step closer to Keith

“how does it know your name?” Pidge calls in concern.

The corpse continues its body straightening as it speaks “and you must be the rest of Voltron. Shiro, Allura, Pidge, Hunk, and Lance.” He calls looking at each member as he does so. “To think Rauru put his faith in such pitiful creatures” he then launches an attack straight at Keith. Shiro gets in between his brother and the blast but it results in the destruction of his Galra arm. Lance takes a shot at the creature and it grazes its cheek drawing blood. The creature laughs at them before releasing a large amount of power, raising the castle above them up into the sky and causing the ground under them to give way.

The ground under Keith gives way first causing him to fall. Lance jumps after him and almost catches his hand but the arm from before latches on to Lance stoping his momentum. He watches as Keith falls into the depths below a gold light surrounding him before he’s gone from sight.

The arm lets out some magic of its own and takes the others to an island in the sky.

Lance wakes up to see the others all safe and sound but no Keith in sight.

Shiro wakes with a new arm, the arm from the cave now taking the place of his Galra arm.

They all find that their bayards have been corrupted by the gloom and no longer work.

As they look for away off of the sky island they find a small golden portal. From it they hear Keith’s voice asking for their bayards. They trust him and place their bayards through. The portal closes but it’s enough to have the group hopeful that Keith is alive somewhere.

The crew learns that in order to defeat the demon king they need to awaken 6 spiritual sage by claiming their Secret Stones.

This is where I need some help. The sages powers canonically are:

Water

Fire

Wind

Lighting

Spirit

Light

Time: Keith.

Keith is already filling the role of time. Where does everyone else go?

I think Allura should be light, Shiro as spirits (they guy has died enough to earn that)

Lance is all passion: fire. But he’s also someone who tries to keep people calm: water.

Pidge is lightening. He’s being able to supercharge tech is a great idea.

Hunk, there’s no ground or earth option. I was thinking Fire as it’s used by the goron (rock people)

And then whatever is left is going to Coran because he deserves to help. He’s the most excited about all of this. (He’s deeply worried about Keith but he finally gets to fight along side the paladins.)

As they unlock their new abilities they also find hint that Keith has left behind for them.

Keith fell back in time. He’s now 10,000 years in the past with no way home. He’s helping the Royal family and trying to find a way back.

This is where I need to decide if this is just a random planet and use the names of characters from the game or make it a full au and make the king Kolvian and the Demon King Zarkon.

Anyway the demon king attacks killing all of Keith new friends and only being stopped by the sacrifice of the king’s life. Devastated at the death of his friends and knowing that thing is going to awaken again. That that thing is going to face Voltron next and likely kill them all to, he’s desperate for a new au to get back to his team, a way to help.

Along his journey he’s learned that a weapon steeped in the Secert Stones holy light will gain the power to injure the demon king. The bayards, with their connection to Voltron, have some of this holy power as Lance was able to damage the demon king. But it’s not enough. The power that they need would have to soak into the weapons for centuries and Voltron doesn’t have that kind of time.

But Keith does. Using his limited control over his new time powers he calls out to the team asking for their bayards. Once he pulls them back to the past he has to find away to keep them around an active Secert Stone.

In the past he was also told that if one was to swallow their sacred stone they would transform into an immortal dragon. Doing so with enhance their power but cause them their humanity.

Keith knowing the consequences, swallows his stone before he transforms he grabs the bayards with the hope that his team will find him in the future.

He transforms into a dragon the bayards becoming infused to the crystals on his back, being infused with holy power for the next 10,000 years.

The team has seen this dragon flying around the whole time, but they don’t know it’s Keith until they all unlock their Secret stones. The team is devastated.

Shiro just lost his little brother. Yes he’s alive but he’s completely out of reach.

Lance and Keith were dating, he’s lost his boyfriend. The love of his life.

Pidge has lost her bother. He might not be Matt but he has earned his spot by her side. He’s family and now he’s gone.

Hunk has lost his friend. Keith might not have said it often but he cared deeply for the team and he and Hunk were quite close. Add in the fact he’s his best friends boyfriend and the two spent a lot of time together.

Allura and Coran have just lost 1/5 of their new family. They’ve already lost everything before now they are losing more. Allura considered Keith her best friend. Things were rocky when his heritage came to light but it pushed Allura to grow and become a better person.

Keith is gone and he can’t come back. The only thing they can do is to stop the person who took him. Keith made the decision to become an Immortal Dragon but he wouldn’t have had to if the demon king didn’t exist.

The team go up to get their bayards from Keith and then head to fight the Demon king.

[aealzx]

Okay, you guys convinced me well enough X'DDD

Though I skipped ahead a lil to address where Rise Leo and Rise Raph were.

Don't worry, they're just hanging out with April. Totally nothing out of the ordinary. ¯\_(979)_/¯

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This takes place days after this first piece I posted.

(vomit and graphic injury warning) ___________________________________

Leon barely registered the entirety of his surroundings with the cacophony of sounds assaulting his ears, his hearing turned half deaf by his head swirling. A crash from something heavy hitting something metal. The pouring rain drumming on the pavement, brick, wood, more metal. His head hurt, he probably smacked it hard on the ground when he’d fell. It didn’t help the dizziness, or the building nausea. A stirring pot of sludge bubbling up into his ribcage. Into his throat.

A groan cut off as Leon rolled to his elbows and retched, bile pressing into his nostrils as well as his teeth and splattering the asphalt. There went dinner. Unfortunate. But at least his stomach felt mildly better, and the whirling pinwheel of an environment was starting to settle. At least enough that he could start to register the voices around him, and what they were saying.

“...sounds like drunk hooligans……call the police…..”

“HRRR-GHkk…. GuAAhhhh.”

“-eo!......LEO!.... C’mon Leo! Answer me. Raph needs help!”

That last voice. Leon didn’t recognize the first one, but the pained growling of the second one sounded like Raph. And the one calling to him was… “April?” Leon slurred slightly, dragging his head up more so he could look around. The last few minutes were spotty in his mind. He remembered something tearing through the space between inside their lair. Some sort of portals, but so different from any he’d seen before. Toxic black ooze whipping out of pits to wrap around his brothers. Donnie had grabbed Lil Mikey, and Raph had snatched up April and grabbed Leon’s wrist to pull him close as well. There was the brief thought of Donnie’s wrist computer, the old version, before Leon’s gaze had met his twin’s milliseconds before that same device came hurtling at his face. Use it to track the others. Whoever got separated, use the computer to follow the trackers on everyone. He wasn’t sure who’s idea it was, but he was glad they’d shared it. The wrist computer was held in a death grip in one hand. But right now he needed to address April’s wants. Raph was hurt. Leon could vaguely remember a sickening crunching sound while they had been in the oily blackness.

Coughing and wiping his mouth, Leon curled his legs underneath himself and forced them to work. Note to self, portal snatching from within strange gateways was not a recommended form of escape. April was saying something again, but raising his head to a level far above the ground as he stood up had caused his ears to ring. “...‘M com’ng…H’ng on…” he mumbled, using the wall as support to make his way towards where he could register April was with Raph. Green. Yellow. Red. April who was strangely cradling Raph’s head in her arms as he had his own arms wrapped around her in a tense comfort hold. A different shade of red where it shouldn’t be. Red, and a sliver of white.

“Shit.” Leon wrangled his brain back to the present regardless of how it felt like dragging through tar. White and red among the black wrapped green of Raph’s leg.

Compound open fracture.

Leon didn’t notice his stream of repeated curses muttered into the air, focusing instead on what he’d researched. Nothing was clean with this rain. They were in an alley. They needed to move. Not yet. Stop the bleeding, first rule. His own headband was ripped off his head, fingers strangely steady as he pinched the knot apart. The sturdy fabric was then hurriedly wrapped around Raph’s leg, just below the knee, and cinched tight.

“Sorry-” Leon’s cussing halted with an apology as Raph yelped. “April, give me your jacket.” A hissed order, and while April fumbled to comply Leon stole Raph’s headband as well to tie around his ankle. He broke away from his family for just long enough to give a damp pallet nearby a splintering kick to break off pieces of wood. Wood that was then wrapped in two sides of April’s jacket to act as a barrier between it and Raph’s leg.

“We have to move. Get out of the rain,” Leon explains shortly, the strap of his swords slipped off as well and used to secure the makeshift splint in place. Someone had called the police. They needed to leave. Now.

To where?

Something didn’t feel right about where they were. They had grown up in New York, running the rooftops and alleyways. Not sticking to any particular neighborhood. Some trips took them hours away from home.

But he didn’t recognize this place.

“....I’m taking you to the roof,” Leon announced quietly, slipping Donnie’s wrist computer onto his own arm before positioning himself to help carry Raph.

“What? Why?” April asked, wanting answers but not pausing to help move Raph.  Every whimper and hiss he gave at the movement made her lungs fail to breathe.

“I don’t know where we are. I want to get my bearings first, and then we can move to a safe place. But we have to get out of sight first,” Leon hushed, his form starting to shake, but not from the cold. A quick portal flashing open, and hobble dragging Raph through with April had them on the roof of one of the buildings next to them. Blessedly empty and near abandoned.

As soon as he got them settled under the half staircase Leon opened another portal. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to get help.”

Before April could respond Leon had disappeared, and she had to swallow the lump of anxiety building in her chest back down, pulling Raph close and pursing her lips. “We’ll be okay Raphie. You’re gonna be fine. Leo will be right back,” she assured, both for Raph’s sake and her own. Raph wasn’t talking. But that wasn’t too surprising. He didn’t trust himself to speak at the moment. And April couldn’t blame him. She couldn’t bring herself to even look at his leg at the moment. She didn’t know how Leon did it. Just patching everyone up so easily. Watching all the bloody, messy surgeries on the internet just so he could have some idea how to help his brothers if he ever needed to. They were surprisingly sturdy, and it was remarkable that nothing like this had happened yet. She wished her mom was there.

Wait.

Drawing a quick gasp, April stretched to dig in her jacket pocket for her phone, decidedly ignoring the patch of blood that was now on it. A quick swipe and input of her password had her quickly tapping to her favorite contacts. And one more tap brought up her mom’s image as the call was sent. She started to breathe a sigh of relief.

Only for it to catch in her throat.

‘I’m sorry. The number you’re trying to reach is not available.’

Her phone mocked her attempts to find comfort. It was only after its jeers pierced her mind that she looked at her signal. Gone. She had no signal. Drawing a shuddering breath to calm herself deliberately, April set the phone aside. “It’s okay. That’s why Leo left instead of calling. He’ll be back,” she muttered, more to herself this time. She still appreciated Raph giving her a light squeeze in reassurance.

It was the longest six minutes of stress she could remember being through since the Krang had invaded.

The familiar blue portal swirling into sight again had April looking up in hope. Only to have it smothered back to where it was when Leon stumbled through. “Hueso’s is gone,” Leon stammered, his lightly trembling frame from before now visibly shuddering as he tripped to his knees next to them. “It’s gone. The Hidden City is gone. Our lair is still in service. Like it was never abandoned in the first place. Like we were never there. Nothing is there-”

“Leo!” April spoke up quickly, a little louder than usual to catch his spiraling thoughts before they went too far. Amidst his rambled words she had noticed something else. The computer on his wrist had the vitals screen displayed for all of them who had trackers.

Only Leon’s, Raph’s, and April’s were displaying vitals.

That definitely hadn’t helped Leon’s state of mind right then. Did he have a concussion too?

“It’s okay,” April assured, forcing her voice to remain steady. “It’s gonna be okay. Talk me through it. Let’s talk through it and figure things out. First priority is we need to find a place to stay, yeah? Somewhere clean. And then we need to get supplies to take care of Raph. All of our usual safe spots aren’t here, so that means….”

Leon fell silent, latching onto her words even as his gaze bored unfocused holes in the space before him. What April said helped build a track for his train of thought to follow, and he continued on even after she trailed off. “...This isn’t our New York.” That answered so many of the questions he’d had. This New York didn’t have yokai. That’s why so many of their familiar places were gone.

“Okay, so if it isn’t our home, then…,” April prodded, having not expected that for an answer, but willing to take it.

“I’ll have to scout out to find a place for us to stay. And then get supplies from a pharmacy. Then we can stabilize Raph while I look f’for the… oth..- khh,” he broke off, clenching his teeth and raising a wrist to squinted eyes. Don’t cry. They weren’t dead. There had to be an explanation. Donnie’s tech was wrong. It was old. He just hadn’t calibrated it or something. There was no way the others didn’t have vitals.

He couldn’t keep the tears back. His breathing started to catch before it could properly exit his lungs, and the headache from before was returning to throb behind his eyes.

“...Wha-?” Raph croaked out, forcing himself to speak, and hissing when a stab of pain shot through his body from his leg. “What- ghh, do you mean.. No vitals?”

Oh. He’d spoken out loud?

“It’s just like you said, Leo. Something is wrong with the trackers. They’re alright,” April rambled quickly to reassure them. “Donnie- You know Donnie’s okay. Right Leo? He’s still there?”

That was right. Leon didn’t have to rely on technology to know if his brother, his twin, was alright. He just had to focus a little. He shouldn’t have to focus, but this time he did.

Drawing a shuddering breath to try and calm his rattled brain, Leon closed his eyes to try and drown out the rain. It was so subtle. Again. Worse than before. Like Donnie was so far away. But he was still there. Now that Leon was paying attention he realized the connection he had to Donnie was still there. But he wasn’t responding. It wasn’t the same as when he was shutting him out before. Just still, and quiet. “I’i….. He’s okay,” Leon confirmed, letting out a shuddering breath. “H’he’s not responding to me though. I’i think he’s unconscious…”

He heard Raph let out a shaky breath as well, and April half sighed. “Is he stable?”

“What?” Leon asked, having been too focused to fully register what April asked.

“Is Donnie stable? You said he’s not responding, but does he feel stable?”

“Y’yes…. Yeah, he’s stable.” Leon confirmed after giving it a moment to confirm for himself. HIs brother was stable, not dead. Just unconscious. Maybe asleep. It was fine.

“Good. Let’s get step one taken care of then. Once Raph is stable too, we’ll focus on figuring out how to look for them. I saw Donnie grab Mikey, so they’re probably together. So if Donnie is okay then Mikey is just fine too,” April prodded, feeling herself relaxing more now that her brother’s were pulling out of their own spiral.

“Right… Okay,” Leon nodded, his mind branching to consider where might be the safest place for them that he would still know about in this new dimension. Donnie had played with the idea of alternate dimensions before, but had never explained much to them. Leon was starting to wish he’d listened to his twin’s ramblings. Underground was too different, and not clean enough. They needed somewhere above ground, but that they knew was abandoned, and not to be demolished any time soon.

An idea from an article Leon had seen before flashed across his mind, causing him to pull out his phone for a quick internet search. If this was a different dimension, then he should be able to connect to their internet, if his phone was capable. Which, while it looked like the network they hijacked off of didn’t exist, the wifi still worked fine. And with a shaky grin Leon held his phone out for April to see. “How’s this?”

The image April saw caused her to snort, but she nevertheless gave him a mischievous smile in return. “Bayley Seton? Good thing we’re not dragging Mikey there with us.”

What better place to temporarily hide an injured brother than an abandoned hospital that was supposedly haunted?

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i know a lot of weirdos like this guy so here ya go :/

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【𝘚𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘙𝘚 | 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋 𝘈𝘛 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘖𝘞𝘕 𝘋𝘐𝘚𝘊𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕】

𝘊𝘓𝘈𝘚𝘚 1-𝘈 𝘚𝘛𝘜𝘋𝘌𝘕𝘛!𝘒𝘈𝘛𝘚𝘜𝘒𝘐 𝘉𝘈𝘒𝘜𝘎𝘖𝘜 𝘟 𝘊𝘓𝘈𝘚𝘚 1-𝘉 𝘚𝘛𝘜𝘋𝘌𝘕𝘛!𝘔𝘊 | 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛 𝘖𝘕𝘌

𝘞𝘊 : 1,570

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not gonna lie, enemies to lovers is so easy when it comes to kacchan.

akina hayashi. grey eyes. bright purple hair. has a quirk similar to tomura shigaraki’s. anything she touches disintegrates, but she has the ability to reverse it as long as she doesn’t wait too long.

she had to learn that the hard way.

shortly after her quirk manifested, her parents got a divorce (the whole thing was so nasty), and as an only child, it became just her and her mom.

katsuki’s been akina’s next door neighbor since the womb. under normal circumstances, this would lead the two to become friends.

the problem lies with izuku being akina’s best friend.

she was so protective of him that she begged her mom to put her in a judo class.

“i wanna be able to protect my friend, mama!”

it was the most passionate she’d been about anything since her dad left.

akina was walking izuku home from school when they encountered the sludge monster. she did her best to hold him off, all might showing up just in time.

she couldn’t move fast enough to stop her friend from latching onto the hero as he took off. with a sigh, she continued her walk to the midoriya household.

an explosion in the opposite direction caught her attention. she didn’t plan on making a detour, but if she knew anything about izuku midoriya (and she knew everything about izuku midoriya), she knew he’d be there.

she pushed her way through the crowd of bystanders and caught sight of what was causing the ruckus. the spiky blonde hair and bright red eyes peeking from the muddy green sludge made her stomach cave.

her body felt stuck. it wasn’t until a flash of green ran through the chaos that she took off to help.

for izuku, she’d do anything.

she felt those beady eyes stare her down as she forced her hands through the mess. it seemed like no matter how much she was able to disintegrate, it’d come back tenfold.

after all might put an end, the two instigating teens got chewed out by the adults.

“what were you thinking? do you have a death wish?”

“at least we tried to help. that’s more than what can be said about you pros.”

she shut that down quick.

during their walk home (for real this time), she was properly introduced to small might.

after izuku committed to training with the hero, akina was there everyday working with him. if he was really determined to go to ua, she had to be there by his side.

after passing the Entrance Exam, akina hayashi ended up in class 1-b, much too far from izuku midoriya and katsuki bakugou in her own professional opinion.

she got requests from both inko midoriya and mitsuki bakugou to look after their boys.

she made no effort to befriend her classmates. outside of class, she acted as izuku’s shadow. she didn’t say much, but she always there. everyone thought she was his girlfriend for a while.

the tension between akina and katsuki was tense. every time she saw izuku at the end of the day, likely covered in bruises and bandages, she’d approach with a soft look on her face, find out it was from katsuki, and offer to kill him.

“WUH- kina-chan you can’t go around saying things like that! people will think you’re being serious!”

“but i am, izu-kun.”

during the UA Sports Festival, it didn’t take long for akina to lose sight of her friend. during the cavalry battle, she got grouped with neito monoma.

after her team got eliminated, she waited for izuku with some of the other class 1-a students. the boys were enamored with her aura and the girls were mildly intimidated by it.

it made her anxious to see izuku fight and not be able to do anything to help him, but his classmates were confident that he could handle himself well.

she mostly kept her eyes forward, but when uraraka came back from her round against katsuki, she turned her attention to the girl.

“…”

“um.. hi?”

“.. you did good.”

something about the way she said it had everyone’s except katsuki’s faces turning red.

akina ended up working under a hero in hosu for her internship. she tried to use it as an excuse to not worry about her friend for too long. the beeping on her phone though, ensured that that wouldn’t be the case.

she excused herself and took off, running in the direction of the blinking dot on her screen.

she ran towards the alley and came to a stop just as todoroki was rounding the corner. the sight of her closest friend, his classmate, and a pro hero all laid unmoving and the Hero Killer ready to strike.

it wasn’t long after her arrival that they were able to take the man down. that’s not to say they came out of it unscathed.

they were all wrapped in bandages, and akina had a long gash going down the side of her face.

after that, akina essentially became an honorary 1-a student; she was invited to spend time with them outside of school as her own person and not an extension of izuku.

katsuki’s eye started twitching when he found out class 1-b would be going to the same Training Camp.

while at the forest, akina was tasked with improving the restoration of things she’s disintegrated and forcing the pathway of the destruction.

being in the same vicinity as her genuinely had bakugo tweaking, and kirishima and kaminari thought it was hilarious.

“man, i don’t think i’ve seen you this worked up in a long time.”

“and she’s not even bothering you! it’s almost like you have a cru-”

the explosion shook the ground.

she’d been hiding in a tree when the smell of fire hit her nose. katsuki and shoto had just gotten past her. she jumped down and made quick work of joining the two (safety in numbers and all that) and one of her fallen classmates. it didn’t take long for them to come face to face with moonfish.

getting permission from the hero to use their quirks was unexpected, but hearing that katsuki was one of the targets made akina’s blood run cold.

as shoto started putting up ice walls, akina grabbed the kid off of his back and made something of a barricade by breaking down the ground just enough to hide the boy.

she soon joined the fight, turning the blades coming out of the man’s mouth to dust as they made contact.

she and shoto held their own until dark shadow came charging at them.

the group of students kept pushing through the forest, eventually running into asui and uraraka.

in the end, katsuki ended up in the hands of the league of villains.

akina, moving on muscle memory, ended up riding to the hospital in the ambulance with izuku.

when inko showed up, akina got down on her knees and apologized profusely for failing to protect her son.

she did the same thing at the bakugou household.

akina, to everyone’s surprise, joined the group for the Hideout Raid. she said it was to keep an eye on izuku.

he knew it was a lie.

it was nerve wrecking seeing mt lady, best jeanist, tiger, and gang orca fall against the masked man.

they were all frozen in fear until the sound of the angry blonde rang through the air.

the teenagers eventually came up with a plan.

akina reached for the ground, using her quirk to disintegrate the concrete under the boy. he was quick to notice it.

after the boys took off down todoroki’s ice ramp, akina stayed put just long enough to see katsuki shoot himself into the sky and grab kirishima’s hand.

after she knew he was safe, she ran in the direction of the rubble to help those in need.

it took her a while, but she was able to help civilians get to safety, disintegrating everything in her path.

when she got away from the chaos, she called izuku.

“kina-chan! where ar-”

“izu-kun. are you and katsuki okay? are you somewhere safe?”

she stood by, holding her breath as she watched all might go against all for one on the big screen.

as she watched the hero bulk up for what was probably the last time and raise his fist in the air, akina felt her legs give out, and for the first time in a long time, she cried.

she found the rest of the first years and went with them to drop katsuki off at the police station before going home.

she stayed in her room for a few days, not even coming out when vlad king came by to speak to her mother about the new dorms.

the day she went out the check the mail was, coincidentally, the same day all might and eraserhead were visiting the bakugou residence. katsuki had just finished a conversation with all might.

“katsuki.”

he stopped, but he didn’t look at her.

“i’m glad you’re okay.”

she then turned to all might, bowing at a ninety degree angle, and thanked him sincerely for protecting japan.

katsuki walked back inside his house, his face warm.

(not gonna lie this is probably the first time they’ve ever had an interaction that had nothing to do with izuku)

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𝘰𝘰𝘧, 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪'𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴. 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵. 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘴𝘰 𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 (𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺). 𝘣𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪 (*＾წ＾*)

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Dang, these f.naf prompts are super good dude! Any chance we could get more a.nimatronic prey? Could be like a regular person or other a.nimatronics that eat em. G.utcrush and d.isposal if ya could too

I'd like to do that, yeah! Glad you've been enjoying them. I'll do something with the "OG cast" as prey. With a little swap out for someone.

The technician sighs as he looks up at the stage. This old pizza place is getting shut down and the robots gotta go. Apparently, they’re too dangerous, and the company is just going to start over. There’s three of them on the stage—F.reddy, a brown bear with a top hat, B.onnie, a purple rabbit with a bow, and M.onty, a green gator with red hair. There’s a fourth one in the back, F.oxy, a red fox that’s already half broken in the cove. That one will have it be last.

The technician stops in front of the robots. He feels like they’re watching him…but they’re just robots. “Alright, guess we’ll start with the star of the show.” Grabbing onto F.reddy, the technician opens wide. He’s been given permission to scrap them however he wants. And they didn’t give him a lunch break so…

The robot’s head is forced into the technician’s maw. Not bad, kinda tastes like pizza. The man is a bit surprise when the robot seems to come alive and tries to push on his shoulders with its clunky movements. He grunts in surprise and takes a hard swallow, forcing himself down F.reddy’s shoulders. Wouldn’t hear things be turned off? Oh well, they’re not going to be working very well soon anyway.

Getting further down F.reddy’s chest, the robot's arms are forced down finally. The technician starts to move more steadily down the robot’s body. He doesn’t notice the other two watching him on either side, or how nervous the robots seem. F.reddy’s legs start lifting off the ground, kicking awkwardly in the air. The technician’s stomach is bloating out heavily as the bear is shoved in, his face stretching the skin tightly. It doesn’t seem to be causing any discomfort, though.

The technician tips his head back, slurping wetly to send those kicking legs down the hatch. His gut grows bigger until it finally slams into the ground with a thud, F.reddy’s twitching feet disappearing down the hatch. The technician slurps over his lips and pats his gut roughly a few times. “Alright, easy enough. Time for decommissioning.”

The man’s stomach begins to gurgle harshly. He grits his teeth and flexes his stomach. There’s the sound of bending metal, and F.reddy lets out a yell inside. Then the stomach roars out, mixing with the sound of screeching, warping metal. F.reddy’s voice box makes a mangled sound as it’s crushed. The defined bulge of the robotic bear is suddenly reduced to a lumpy, round shape that makes the man’s gut look a third the side. A deep, rumbling belch escapes the technician, F.reddy’s top hat hitting the ground and rolling away. “Woof…alright, one down. You’re next, B.onnie.”

B.onnie shifts slightly when his name is said. Before he can move, the technician grabs him by one of his ears and pulls him down. He starts to wave his arms around in a panic as his head is engulfed and the gulping begins again. He tries to grab onto the technician’s head, ut they’re forced down once a hard gulp gets down over his shoulders and chest. He kicks around, feet slamming into the ground over and over as he’s dragged into the technician’s gut. Boiling metal sludge is waiting for him, parts of endoskeleton and brown casing from F.reddy half melted and icing the rabbit a rough landing as he dives in.

The technician pushes down on B.onnie’s feet, shoving him all the way into his stomach. It sloshes thickly, hitting the ground again as another animatronic is forced in. “Hff…gotta call management after this and figure out who left you guys on. Should’ve been turned off…” Oh well, it’s not stopping his work. It’s barely even slowing him down. B.onnie shifts weakly inside the technician’s stomach, the slop up to his waist and the space groaning deeply.

The technician’s stomach clenches down again, B.onnie’s body folding like wet paper. He’s crushed down with a few screeches of breaking metal. The technician’s gut now hangs down to his knees, bubbling deeply and wetly, starting to pump some of that molten sludge deeper. Another wet belch blasts out of the tech and he rubs his gut slowly.

He hears something moving and looks over to see M.onty trying to stop away. He grabs the gator’s tail and lifts it up. “Nope, show time’s over.” He doesn’t even register the gator as trying to escape him. He sticks the tail in his jaws and slurps it up, dragging the clunky robot back. M.onty starts to thrash around, legs kicking and arms clawing at the ground uselessly. His body folds up with a clunk, knees at his chest.

The tech’s jaws stretch over M.onty’s torso and legs at once. The robot starts sinking down with wet gulps, getting lifted off the ground. When he’s up to his chest and knees, his tail dips into the boiling metal slurry, and the robot starts to move more erratically, jaws snapping at the air.

The tech braves himself on the wall and tips his head back. A wet, hard gulp and M.onty gets slurped down with a cry. His head and feet disappear together and he drops into the tech’s gut, making it slosh deeply and slam into the floor. The tech huffs and rubs his belly over the gator’s face. M.onty gets a few seconds to threads, making all that slop slosh around. Then the ut clenches down, crushing the gator with a roaring Becky out of the technician.

The tech Ian sighs as he starts waddling along, rubbing over his gut. It’s groaning and gurgling deeply, each step making the whole thing slosh like a water balloon. He can feel all that metal scrap shifting around inside and boiling slop pumping deeper. He’s getting fatter form it already, his clothes growing tighter over his form. His gut is hanging halfway down his shins now and each step is slow and awkward. He has one more robot to take care of…

Getting the Pirate’s Cover, the tech moves the sign aside. He pulls the curtains apart and is take by surprise with F.oxy suddenly lunging at him. He tries to scream, but he can’t. His maw is suddenly filled with robot as he’s knocked onto his back. F.oxy dives right down the man’s gullet, sinking in up to his knees. His metal feet kick slightly outside the tech’s jaws, but a gulp and a slurp sucks those down.

The tech gets back to his feet with a slight huff, his gut resting on the ground again. He rubs the back of his head, looking at his stomach as it bulges slightly from F.oxy’s thrashing. “Weird…guess that thing really was malfunctioning. Mmf, well…” He burps into his fist and flexes his gut. F.oxy goes still with a few wet crunches and a deep belch escapes the tech. “That’s the last of them. Decommissioning is going well, too. Mph…better get to the dumpster…”

Dragging himself along, the tech’s gut slowly starts to shrink back. As the animatronics are pumped away through his system, his stomach reduces in size. The rest of him begins to grow, though, more fat heaping onto his form. Even as his gut lifts up and gets easier to manage, he’s still stuck waddling, thighs pressing together as they grow and pants tearing over his expanding ass. His uniform’s shirt never does come down over his gut as it grows thicker and softer and his chest and arms strain it more. Even his face grows rounder and softer as he huffs.

By the time he gets to the dumpster, the man has tripled in size and his gut is groaning harshly. His torn pants means he doesn’t have to undress at least. With a bit of effort, he hears himself up to the side of the dumpster, massive cheeks sitting on the edge. With a grunt and a push, he begins to force the robots out.

A literal ton of shit comes cooking out rapidly. The tech’s immense control of his core goes to his bowels as well, and what light take someone hours to unload only takes a few minutes for him. The dumpster fills to the top fast, the shit two feet thick all around and dense and black. The stink is rotten and strong and little bite of metal and wiring pokes out occasionally. But it’s very little, most of the robots reduced to shit and fat. As soon as the massive log ends, the tech closes the dumpster and gets back to his feet.

“Better let management known the decommissioning is done. Hope that new P.izzaplex thing works out. They’re not getting these guys back…” With a soft burp, the tech heads back inside, leaving the old models as waste waiting to be disposed of.

[chipped-chimera]

Aquarium update - I have a Betta again! Got kind of burned last time so I travelled wayyyyy north from where I am to get her, along with some cories. It's been about two weeks since, judging my water changes (do about 25% a week, not because the water needs it but more because any longer and my filter gets gummed up) and she's been doing really well. She's changing rapidly, but she was very juvenile when I got her (like literally only a bit bigger than some of my green neons which max out at 3cm) which I expected, since marble gene. The contrast of a few weeks though is kinda nuts.

Not quite named yet, since honestly I was so burned from last time (RIP fish Karlach 😔) that I've been hesitant to name her or even share anything about her online. Also because I literally have no idea how she's gonna look in a few weeks as she matures.

I was thinking maybe Arita or Imari since her patterning reminds me of Asagi Koi and Imari-Arita Ware ceramics? Leaning towards Arita since it sounds a bit 'sassier' I guess (idk, vibes) and she definitely is that. I'll take suggestions though!

Anyway more fish rambling below -

Honestly I was so hesitant to get her, but I was already putting in replacement Cories after a mystery disease decimated my Corydora population, leaving my admittedly kind-of-fat female Three Lined solo. Whatever contagion was in the tank is either gone or dormant (since a lot of fish disease I know is entirely reliant on how stressed a fish is - they can still be a carrier but completely fine) after basically doing every treatment I had at my disposal. I think it was a mix of parasitic and bacterial, maybe fungal? Hard to target given all my tank tests consistently returned a big fat 0ppm for all the bad shit. My tank is about as clean as it gets - I only change about 25% weekly and that's more to clean sludge out of the filter, it never really needs it. Admittedly some of the deaths I contributed to because I wasn't aware how much my tank PH had changed over the months (test your PH regularly guys), apparently the huge chunks of wood have exhausted all their tannins cause I've gone from acidic to more basic. It seems to be holding about 7.8, apparently related to the Seiryu stone in there. Basically water changes caused the PH to flux to much, contributing to stress for the Cories. Yeah I feel bad but I'm also not blaming myself since a. Literally first tank b. I am learning the fish hobby is really annoying for consistent information. Like literally information that doesn't contradict itself half the time. A lot of that is the reason why I've been slowed down in figuring out what is going wrong and that ultimately has resulted in a lot of loss.

Important part though is everyone seems to be doing fine, and I've learned enough now to maybe recognise stuff a lot faster. One of the Pandas, after my first water change developed a big fungal streak down it's body (I'm guessing it scuffed itself in a panic somewhere) but had that treated easily within about 3 days with just Pimafix. No seriously, they're doing well. Well enough they apparently spawned? Saw the betta striking some mystery thing on the glass. I thought it was a freshwater limpet (they've been in there, just haven't seen them in a while) and realised no, actually an egg. Not opposed to this since I'm pretty close to stocking limit (at least in a regular, unplanted tank) so I'm down for the population control.

Betta really is a little predator though. She's honestly weird for a Betta in that she doesn't show interest in food. At all. She might nibble at a fallen bit but couldn't care less about anything I put on the surface or during feeding time. Been monitoring her weight, and she's definitely not underweight. Guess I have enough random critters in my tank (Planaria, about a million scuds since my last-ditch effort treatment to save a Cory decimated my shrimp population. I lost my favourite orange/red shrimp too 😭) to sustain her? Worry is of course I need to re-establish more shrimp. There are some left but nowhere NEAR what I had before. I've seen her chase a few who appear, she definitely has them on alert but they tend to be too big for her anyway. And too fast. Juveniles though ....

I do have a HUGE amount of hiding places for new, young shrimp (just moss. So much moss) but I think I'll maybe raise them in a netted isolation box until they're big enough that she's no longer a threat maybe? Idk. That or I get technically-not-allowed Cherry Shrimp from someone local, since they tend to be adults. Juveniles are kind of my only option at my local store.

Anyway that's the ramble!

[mechanicalriddle]

My journals are liable to be a little barebones this year since I have been extremely busy for the past 2 months lmao.

To my dear and WONDERFUL Exalted Secret Santa....

Hirudana Siithavari- Current Gunstar Autochthonia PC, Worm of my heart (also brain)

If you're not in the know about the 2e Gunstar Autochthonia shard, everyone lives in Autochthonia and its a lot nicer than regular Autochthonia but also its in space and also the Yozis are chasing you 100% of the time. We've got it sort of star trek vibes but a little grungier and a tad diesel/rustpunk.

Siithi (32 y.o., she/her, 5'6") is a dipshit No Moon necromancer. She's a bit of a golden-hearted asshole, and while quite capable of taking things seriously, she also loves acting like a complete hooligan. Unfortunately lately she hasn't really been acting herself lately on account of she is maybe a little bit stressed out.

Her main character arc so far has been overcoming her own insecurities to come into her own as a powerful Chosen. Now she is finally getting the hang of it, but also currently dealing with like 4 different parties all vying for her allegiance (a number of whom are literally inside her head), trying to unlock the secrets of necromancy while being the Deliberative's first and only practicioner (with no formal training in anything involved), and slowly drifting away from her best friend, the dragon-king Meteor-Dream, who has formed a maligned pact with the Viator of Nullspace and lost most semblances of "humanity" that they had left. So shes basically pretty cranky, and not getting a lot of sleep. She finds working with her hands to be very therapeutic, so she's mostly trying to keep busy to forget about it.

This is working as well as one would expect.

She's blessed with the ugly bastard's confidence, and usually sporting either severe RBF, a wide & wry grin, or something smugly between. Sort of a slouching creeper. She emotes exaggeratedly and has a little bit of natural rubberhose stretchiness, plus a very minimal concept of personal space.

Motifs- The colors of chemicals, grime, and industrial decay (rust-red and algae green, ochre, dusty grays, various shades of black and brown) paired with the bright hues of warning. Rustpunk machinery chic, gears and bits and bobs. Black leather, vinyl, and latex, with silver studs and hardware. Machines that hiss and undulate. Mysterious stains, diaphonized specimens, sludge, slime, small skittering and squirming vermin.

Anima- Siithi's iconic anima is a moonlit mangrove swamp except the water is oil and the trees are made of steel and pulsating tubes and the moon is really really huge and reflective, also she is suspended over the surface of the water by a bunch of tubes connected to her back because thats fun. Her glowing/burning anima is pretty much like the regular Lunar anima except that its kind of gloopy and flows like wax in a lava lamp.

Her spirit shape is the Asian Buffalo Leech (Hirudinaria manillensis). Feel free to draw either her human or hybrid form.

Ideas (I like to put in a list of these in case you wanted to draw a little scene but arent sure what to do; feel free to ignore them completely)-

She's a bit of a gearhead, so you could draw her peeling an engine apart, covered in oil

Or disassembling a rotted corpse on a steel table with a bonesaw, covered in blood

Ruefully drinking coffee out of a go mug, or nursing a glass of dark-colored liquor on the rocks at a sci fi dive bar

Smoking weeeeeed

Notes- She is very much musclefat. Please don't omit details relating to this like her double chin, rolls, etc. She has a couple hairstyles listed in her references (take your pick), and sometimes has sparse facial hair which you can choose to include or not.

Cynis Niraj- Traitorous Twink of the Realm

(most of my art of this guy is either like 5 years out of date and/or trapped on my former PC, so hopefully these give you enough to work off of. he doesn't really have a signature outfit so you can have some fun with it!)

Niraj (21 y.o., he/him, 5'8") is a little water aspected bastard boy I held close to my chest for a very long time; he happens to be probably the most important Ledaal Tedeo backstory character (besties+magic college roommates, also Niraj has been dutifully covering Ted's tracks to try to prevent him from being detected by his Realm detractors).

He is sort of on track to be Cynis's next spymaster because while he may be a sorcerer he has all the sneaky bastard manipulator spells... infallible messenger control, corrupted words, silent dreams etc etc. More damningly he is the present wielder of Calumny (spoilers). A large proportion of his time at the Heptagram was spent cultivating his ability to lie and diplomacy his way out of anything, and the rest was of course spent doing... You know. Sorcery. Has the capacity to self reflect to some degree (e.g. why he didn't spurn his best friend completely right off the bat and has been reassessing his loyalties to the Realm as a result) but he's also a nervous animal who wants nothing more than to seek comfort in the familiar. Probably not the worst guy in the world but he is a rich kid, full stop.

Niraj carries a constant level of tension well beyond his years (it happens when you're lying thru your teeth on the daily to essence 5 shikari on behalf of your pet solar). Lately his anxiety has been much more difficult to hide. His outbursts are snide and a little temperamental but usually all hot air. The poor devil hasn't put on a genuine smile much in the past decade.

Motifs- Eels and various other toothy fish. Thick smoke and clouds of incense. Orchid and lotus flowers, draping vines, tobacco & potpourri, and general floral motifs. Dark-stained wood and leather. The night, and deep water. Dark, rich, luxurious garbs and tapestries; comfort over looks over practicality. The colors of his house, and of affluence.

Anima- Dark underwater cavern with toothy formations; deeper in the cave you can see dark shapes swimming in hypnotic patterns. Also, he has a little red lantern hanging over his head like an anglerfish lure.

Ideas-

Miserable in the bath. SFW only as per the rules of the event. Maybe he's in a nice bubbly bath. Or maybe he's bathing fully clothed.

Or simply laying facedown in an estate fountain. Not really his best angle, though.

Sitting in a dark room, forging a correspondence by candlelight.

Looking contemplative and/or nervous on the prow of a boat.

Also smoking weeeeeed or hookah

Notes-

I would say make sure his skin tone is accurate and also hes got magic top scars (depicted) in case you do choose the bath option or have him with his shirt slightly open all sexy or something. IDK

Keeping most of my other OCs on reserve this year. Have fun with one of these little freaks.

[fandomfuntimem]

Remember when I promised all my one shots would come with art? I lied. ANOTHER DOAI X RE CROSSOVER BE UPON THEE!

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The folie of deux au x resident evil

Leon dove below a desk. Holding his breath he heard the sound of heavy boots slowly approaching the door. The door creaked open.

"Leon?" It said, "helloooo..." it began to wonder around the room. There would be footsteps, then they would stop, things would be shuffled around, then it would continue searching. This thing wearing Alex's skin just appeared and began stalking him! Like that freakish super soldier from the police station. It knew his name, but that wasn't his cousin. No. It was some freakish mind controling parasite or something!

Leon heard it stop again. The sound of a book being slid from a shelf was heard before the brief flipping of pages.

"Huh..."

"No. Nothings wrong. I just find books inturesting."

"Yeah... so. It seems he isn't in here."

"I know, but maybe you saw wrong!"

"Ugh! I don't even know what you like about the guy. I get he's your cousin and all, but he carries those gun things and keeps running."

"You're right. We aren't exactly what you used to be."

"Yeah... sorry..."

A one sided conversation, and it sounded regretful. Leon felt his shoulders relax, "your cousin" it said. Was it talking to Alex? Is Alex still in there? Leon shook himself. Maybe they were still there, but they have no control. He can't risk his life. Even if there was a sliver of a chance at saving them, he couldn't risk it.

The footsteps started again, moving away from his hiding spot. Soon the door creeked open, and the creature exited with the door slamming behind it. Leon listened as the footsteps slowley, but surely, became quieter and quieter. He let out a sigh of relief. Slowly creeping out of his hiding spot, he made his way to the door. Leon pressed his ear to the door, nothing, its safe.

~

Leon slowly made his way through the halls of the old office building. He hasn't found whatever Lankmann wanted him to find, but whatever it was can't be this hard to find. "It will revolutionize my research," he had said, "A matter of combining the two most optimal forms." Leon didn't believe it. Its probably going to result in a zombie apocalypse he'll have to clean up again...

He searched through some cabinets and desks. It would have really helped if they told him what he was looking for. Turning to leave he was only met with the tall lanky figure of what used to be his cousin. It basicly towered over him despite slouching. Black sludge dripped down half it's face, a glowing blue eye peaked through the curtain of slime. Clawed hands hung at it's sides, and the rest of their figure was shrouded in a black trench cout.

It smiled, "there you are!"

Leon tried to run, he really did, but it gripped his arm. A monstrously strong grip. He wanted to scream, yell for help, cry, but he couldn't. There was no one who would answer. The creature pulled him in, he struggled to no avail, and it just hugged him. A kind and firm hug. One that Leon hadn't felt in a long time.

Despite all his instincts telling him not to, Leon melted into the hug. He must be touch starved to take even the smallest form od affection from the mutated form of what used to be his best friend. "I missed you." It said.

"What?" Leon stepped back. The glowing eye was gone, instead he was faced with Alex's normal green eye on the right side of their face.

"I missed you. It's been years!"

"You were able to talk this entire time and you never did!?"

Alex laughed, "sorry sorry! Winfrey likes her freedom! It was pretty spooky though, wasn't it?"

"Yeah... it was."

"Ugh, yeah. Sooooo..."

"So?"

"Wanna grab something to eat and catch up? I know a place willing to make our burgers raw!"

Leon took note of the sharp teeth, carnivorous. Leon has seen weirder,

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My list of potention crossovers is extensive. I am also on a 9hr road trip rn and the most well behaved person is my 1yo niece. She's just straight vibin.