#or even really looked into him

[luminousjellyfishy]

MORE????? I'm on a roll

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ColorKiller Angst

Characters (UTMV): Killer, Color, Nightmare

Word Count: 948

Trigger Warning: Character death, gaslighting, toxic NM

Summary: Killer had been meeting up with Color in "secret" for a while now. Nightmare decided that enough was enough.

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For such a long time before, Killer had been sneaking out of Nightmare’s mansion to secretly meet up with Color. What they had together was beyond words and honestly beyond Killer’s comprehension, he just knew it was something. Something that he didn’t have with anyone else. Something he never wanted to have with anyone else.

It was thoughts like those that disturbed him. 

Especially now.

He had never even known what he was feeling, but he only wanted to feel them for Color.

Unfortunately for him, Nightmare had grown tired of these “secret” meetings of theirs and decided he would put an end to them.

He had let Killer have his fun, but all good things must come to an end to make way for such delicious despair.

So now, in the Waterfall of a desolate AU that had been their chosen meeting spot, Nightmare stood above a kneeled Killer, a tentacle wrapped around his soul in a threatening manner.

Just off to the side was Color, who had been pushed out of the way when Nightmare made his appearance. He was struggling to get up in the face of the sheer amount of Negativity in the atmosphere, but kept trying to inch closer to Killer, to get him away from danger, to protect him at any cost necessary. His flames were burning a vibrant purple and orange.

“... don’t…” Killer rasped aloud, but to whom he was begging was unclear.

Was he telling Color not to bother with him? Was he telling him to run?

Or, was he begging Nightmare to leave Color alone? Was he pleading with him to spare the only life he held any value to?

“I’ve grown tired of your insolence, Killer. With you constantly sneaking out to meet with this walking rainbow, you’ve lost your true reason for living; your only purpose. You do remember what that is, hm?” Nightmare asked him, cocking his head and smirking down at the pitiful display before him.

Instead of answering him, like he knew he should have, Killer stayed silent and stared at the floor.

“Killer… you don’t have to listen to him. It’ll be fine, I promise.” Color said to him, hoping desperately to prevent a stage shift. 

Killer looked up at him momentarily and his soul throbbed. What was he feeling right now? Why did it hurt so much?

Whatever it was, it made Nightmare’s smirk drop instantly and his tentacle coil just a bit tighter. Tight enough to make Killer curl over himself and let out small, very obviously repressed sounds of pain.

“Stop that!” Color yelled at him as he summoned an arm blaster and prepared to attack. However, before he could hardly charge it, a tentacle quickly wrapped its way around his arm and tightened significantly, severely breaking it.

In response, Color yelled out in pain and hunched over, cradling his arm, or what was left of it.

Killer’s eyesockets widened and he looked up at Nightmare with such a desperate look and pleaded, “Please stop! Please!”

Reveling in such potent Negativity from the two skeleton’s, Nightmare just laughed at him and shook his head in amusement.

“You know, I’m feeling rather generous right now, so I’ll give you a choice: Come back with me and leave Color behind, alive; or leave with him.”

Silence followed.

“Don’t do it Killer. Go with him. There’s some sort of trick here, I know it. Please, go with him. I’m begging you.” Color begged him, his eyelight shaking as he could feel in his gut that something was so very wrong here.

“Well?” Nightmare asked, seeming to taunt him even with a single word.

“... I choose to leave with him.” He said, glaring up at the one so clearly superior to him.

“Oh, how disappointing.” Was all that could be said before a tentacle pierced its way directly through Color’s soul.

There was hardly any sound as Killer was forced to watch the most important person to him turn to dust.

The tentacle unwound itself from Killer’s soul, leaving him to support himself, which he could not do, instantly falling further to the floor and letting out sounds he didn’t think he could make anymore.

These sounds were ones of true agony. The ones that only come when you’ve just lost something truly dear to yourself. The ones that come after you’ve lost the one person you’ve ever loved.

“You know, maybe if you’d chosen to go with me, this wouldn’t have happened.” A small sigh and click of his tongue, “Look what your choice did, Killer. Look what you’ve done.” Nightmare murmured to him, right beside his ‘ear’.

A heart-wrenching wail was the only response to be heard before Nightmare sighed once again, saying something about a mess, before leaving.

As Killer sobbed, he apologized and screamed for forgiveness to the point that his throat had grown raw and scratchy.

He stayed there for so long, crying and screaming for Color to come back, that he was so sorry, that he hated Nightmare for what he had done. 

Nightmare showed no signs of coming back, but that made sense because that was what Killer had chosen. He chose for him and Color to leave, but it was never specified like in the first option that both would be alive.

Killer stayed there so long, hunched over and crying to no end that he hadn’t noticed that his soul didn’t look target-shaped anymore. It now looked like an upside-down heart.

He was in Stage 1 and he wasn’t able to go back.

He was stuck with this agony and he would have to live with it forever.

And Nightmare was just fine with that.

[fairsweetlonging]

truth serum / system reveal au where shen qingqiu gets hit with an uncloaking spell that reveals the system in the reflection of his eyes every time it pops up.

during one of his missions, in the treasure hoard of some dragon-like creature, he finds a golden, oval shaped hand mirror, its gaudy style more victorian based than anything (airplane you hack!), that doesn't seem to do anything when he looks into it. but when he does, it reveals the system's screen in his eyes.

he doesn't notice this, of course, because he can't see it, and the system, surprisingly, stays quiet.

the peak lords think he's cursed.

maybe mu qingfang is the first to notice, during the mandatory post mission check-up, when shen qingqiu is scrolling through his most recently accumulated points and mu qingfang can see the strange vividly-blue lines reflected in his pupils. it's gone when shen qingqiu blinks, like it was nothing but a trick of the light.

it comes out when yue qingyuan is visiting and, just as he's done laying out the plans for a new mission, shen qingqiu's eyes glaze over and a bright blue box takes over the whole of his iris. shen qingqiu goes quiet; the thing in his eyes moves, shifts, pulses for a second, like static worms crawling all over his pupils. then he blinks, and it's gone, and shen qingqiu accepts the mission that yue qingyuan was almost sure he would decline.

maybe there is an intervention, when the peak lords corner shen qingqiu at qian cao peak and try to figure out what's wrong, subjecting him to all kinds of treatments and curse-finding spells that turn up empty, they can't find anything.

of course, the silencing threat is still very much up and running. at first shen qingqiu was kind of confused by the whole ordeal, but when the peak lords start describing a "strange blue box", he realizes, with sickening suddenty, that they're describing the system. and he can't say anything.

this only makes everything worse, because their fellow peak lord now keeps evading every question and acts like he doesn't understand. liu qingge points right at his face and asks, "that blue box, what is it?" and shen qingqiu laughs nervously and starts talking about how bright the weather is and surely it's the sky and nothing to worry about!

even worse, during the intervention the system thought it was a good idea to start talking to him, so now even the peak lords who hadn't seen it and who might have been persuaded by light tricks and reflections, get a first row view that no, that definitely isn't a trick of the light.

they try to do the whole thing of "are you in danger, blink twice" but shen qingqiu can't even do that because it's still a direct admittance!

maybe eventually he starts saying vague confirmations that don't actually confirm anything, like "this master hears what you're saying", or maybe he goes with a classic "this master can neither confirm nor deny that." but the system starts warning him for that too and eventually he stops saying anything, which worries the others more.

luckily mu qingfang catches on that every time they ask a direct question about the box or shen qingqiu says anything vaguely confirming, it appears. it doesn't appear when they ask about curses or demons, so it must not see that as a threat.

for a little extra angst: maybe the peak lords keep pressuring him for answers, and at some point shen qingqiu gets fed up and snaps out something like, "why don't you understand that i'm not allowed to answer that!" the system counts this as a direct admittance, threatening it's existence. so it punishes. shen qingqiu has a qi deviation so bad it lasts two weeks and takes two people every day to cleanse his meridians. the system doesn't appear in that time. it doesn't appear for a long while after that, either. the peak lords stop asking, mainly because shen qingqiu will instantly leave the room if they do. they don't stop searching for a cure, though.

shang qinghua returns from a business trip and catches on the second someone mentions a blue box and forced silencing.

[nouverx]

*proceeds to drink the whole bottle*

Yeah Alastor you're gonna be loved and appreciated wether you want it or not :)

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[deadpoets]

DEAD POETS SOCIETY (1989) dir. Peter Weir

[pineapple-frenzy]

Book 2 au: sparring sessions and short hair katara

They like to have sparring sessions in order to keep their bending skills sharp. They allow themselves to go all out and not hold back at all cause they know if anyone got hurt, Katara could just heal them

But anyways, wouldn't it be kinda funny if Zuko accidentally burned Katara's hair tho? Aofkqldkkajfjd

The "I think we can save the hairloops" line is from @linnoya-writes thank you for that!! :>>

[lilybug-02]

City of Tears. But Mini.

I wanted to make an atmospheric art piece with Dewi. And the City of Tears is one of the most sorrowing, beautiful, and grand places to do that. This is a lot of firsts for me regarding the architecture and lighting. The shadows cover a lot, and it may have been too much. I'm happy with how it turned out tho.

No idea how Dewi found his way into the City. Probably magic. Probably plot too :) But oh boy, he is experiencing childlike wonder in his raincoat!

This is a better show of the line detail I needlessly covered up in the final lol

[heartorbit]

figure skating set right now please. thanks

[arinmoss]

Sam!

[hinamie]

cursed kids v2 ⚠️👹

i've been a jjk first years stan since day one and have been wanting to redraw the first art i did featuring the three of them

[technically-human]

Part two of the reverse verse is here! The reverse boys meet the original boys. They're not really getting along as well as I had hoped...

Again, this was a commission for @i-am-as-normal-as-you-are and they asked for angst/funny vibes... I think it's mostly just angst though. Oh, well...

Part one

[pa-pa-plasma]

love fics where Danny ends up in the DC universe & every alarm goes off at once & the magic users are like "yeah that's the most powerful being in the universe & also possibly super evil we are FUCKED fucked" & the Justice League is freaking tf out trying to find this thing that casually tore a hole in reality & it just cuts to Danny (Fenton) standing in the background blissfully unaware & like "man my life sucks but at least i have this candy bar—" *drops it in a puddle*

[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

forever obsessed with dynamics between vampires, specifically that of a maker and fledgling, as a way to explore abuse. the creation of a vampire itself can so easily be a literalization of the lasting impacts of trauma and also much more simply the ways a perpetrator might shape their victim’s very identity. the extremes of isolation in the way that the new vampire, in most narratives, must cut all ties to their mortal life, or else go through an elaborate charade to maintain the facade of humanity, while forever still being removed from it. and the sheer dependence and vulnerability of being in an entirely new state of being, wholly uncertain of what it entails, and relying on another person to define… everything.

[aunmenosheteroenespanol]

2.12 Chimney Begins - 2.09 Hen Begins - 2.16 Bobby Begins Again - 7.04 Buck, Bothered and Bewildered

Tommy's family arc

[prismatoxic]

"chilchuck isn't a twink, he's a DILF!" now i get why you're saying that but i feel like you've maybe forgotten what chilchuck tims canonically looks like

i'm sorry but this man is a twink. also DILF isn't a body type it's a status (and technically, an opinion) so he can be both

"but he's middle-aged!" look at him. look with your eyeballs. his age has nothing to do with the fact that he Looks Like That. he's a twink. the sooner you accept this the less angry his fandom will make you

edit bc this post has become the bane of my existence:

FAQ

Q: wtf do you mean he's a dad? he looks like a kid. A: he is 29 years old, and a half-foot. half-foots are dungeon meshi's halflings, or hobbits, or whatever you want to call them.

Q: wait, if he's 29, why the fuck are you calling him middle-aged? A: half-foots have an average lifespan of 50 years. chilchuck was originally drawn with grey hairs (you can see that in the manga fullbody) but the mangaka gave up on that over time. he's middle-aged for his race.

Q: hey, doesn't that look like a little angry face on his boot in the manga drawing? A: yea kinda

[saltedbiscuiit]

Short hair Chuuya