#this au is just torture for him

[mangopooding]

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Gravity Falls AU where Ford comes back to his universe, and he still punches Stan and makes mistakes, and weirdmaggen still happens, and Stan still has his memory wiped.

But he gets it back, and he and Ford make up properly, the kids leave for the school year. Ford and Stan go exploring all over the world, in the Stan O' War.

Everything's the same, really, not a lot of canon divergence!

Except- next Summer, when Ford and Stan go back to the Shack to spend it with the kids. The hijinks ensue once more, but. Maybe a month or two in, Ford is sitting on the sofa and glances over.

The lamp doesn't look right.

[hua-liansimp]

SVSSS fic where Shang Qinghua transmigrates into Luo Binghe, and suffers through all the things he put his precious protagonist through since infancy. After his (Luo Binghe's) adoptive mother's death, the system forces him to go to Cang Qiong AND get into Qing Jing Peak so he's scared out of his mind but also determined to somehow, somehow escape the abuse. He's going to be the best disciple! If you tell him to chop wood he'll only ask how much! He'll clean and cook and won't make a peep! He'll even thank his shizun and bullies for the beatings! (Inwardly though, he can't help but think: bully me, and your Daddy will pay it back tenfold in the future, just you watch!)

He entertains himself in his journey to the mountain with such fantasies, and then he meets Shen Qingqiu and he's a literal. angel. Sure, he's probably making all kinds of condescending faces behind his fan when Shang Qinghua is being particularly obtuse, but he praises Shang Qinghua, pats Shang Qinghua's head, protects him when he can! System, what is going on? Is Shang Qinghua's charm just so irresistible that he managed to melt the villain's frosty heart so easily?

Years pass, and Shang Qinghua is really living the life! He quickly becomes a head disciple and moves into his shizun's residence. Everything is going very nicely, until he wakes up one morning feeling the most terrible growing pains and overall shitty in his body (since when did the protagonist have pimples??) and curses out loud, "Fuck my life, who the fuck wants to go through puberty a second time, ah?!" and behind him, a book clatters to the ground. He meets his shizun's wide, wide eyes.

"Who are you?!"

[starry-bi-sky]

I'm in A Mood™ (stressed) so im going back to my roots of melting two character together into one person. So bruce wayne!danny fenton. Danny Fenton who, for eight years, grew up in a beautiful gothic manor with his mom and dad under the name "Bruce Wayne". Playing piano with his mother, running around the manor with his father.

Then when he's eight it's ripped away from him. There's blood on his hands and pearls pooling at his feet, and both his parents are dead in front of him.

And he gets shipped off to distant relatives "the Fentons" shortly after, Alfred close on his heels because someone needs to take care of him, someone that knows him. Bruce goes to the Fentons for the safety of anonymity. Gotham's press wants to sink its teeth into him.

Danny misses his city even if it took everything from him. There are shadows in his eyes and he's pale as a sheet even beside his distant cousins, and they change his name to "Danny Fenton' because nobody should know that their newest child was illustrious orphan Bruce Wayne.

They call him Bruce behind closed doors. Danny prefers it that way, he clings onto the name -- the one his parents gave him -- like a lifeline. He makes friends with Sam and Tucker. Tucker takes one look at the willowy, morbid little boy standing in the corner like a shade, ghosts in his eyes, and drags him out into the sunlight, and takes him over to Sam.

When Danny is twelve, he's still not over it -- and he's a little obsessed with the Fentons' research, with the morbid. He has books upon books on death, murder, detective work. Anything he can get his hands on. And stars. He loves stars.

Alfred owns the apartment next to them and comes over regularly. Danny clings to him.

When Danny is twelve, he's still quiet, meek, a shy little thing prone to being bullied. Freaky little Fenton with the night in his eyes and too-cold skin even before he put one foot in the grave. in a sleepover in his room with Sam and Tucker, he tells them the truth. They're his friends, he trusts them.

"My name is Bruce." he murmurs, voice quiet as the breeze, always quiet. he's staring at his star-covered sheets.

"Like Bruce Wayne?" Tucker asks, a joking tone in his voice.

Danny smiles a little, lamb-like with insecurity. "I am Bruce Wayne." And he takes them down to the lab, disrupting Maddie and Jack, to prove it. Sam tells them of her own wealth then shortly after. They start calling Danny "Bruce" in private too -- its trust. Thats what it is. It's trust.

Sam goes to media functions and comes back with aching feet and complaints on her tongue -- and Danny soaks it up all like a sponge, splayed across a beanbag chair with Tucker in her room. He's not envious of her, he used to go to events with his parents and they kept him safe from the ugly of Gotham's Elite. For the most part. He's had comments made at him, he doesn't miss them.

Alfred returns to the manor semi-regularly, Danny goes with him. he wanders the hallways and helps Alfred clean, the last thing either of them want is for their home to fall into disrepair. He brings Jazz with him next time, then Tucker, then Sam. They all help him clean, and he shows them his room. The one across from his parents', it feels strange.

When Danny dies when he's fourteen, the first adult he tells is Alfred. He and Jazz go over to his house more often than they stay in the Fentonworks building. At least at Alfred's, the food doesn't come to life. Alfred sits at the kitchen table and weeps when Danny tells him, Jazz is upstairs, and its just the two of them.

Danny's ghost form wears pearls around his wrist and the gloves look stained with some kind of black substance. He looks like a child who died in a lab accident, but he also looks like a child who has shadows dripping off his shoulders, curling at his feet, hanging from his eyes.

because amorphous blob batman has my heart always and danny/bruce will not escape it even in death even if that IS the only reason im giving him Mild BatBlob Vibes...so far

when they go to the manor, alfred helps danny make a pile of stones between Martha and Thomas' graves, nobody but the two of them (and sam and tucker) will know what it means. (not even bruce's children later down the line, not for a long, long time)

danny dives into ghost fighting on shaky feet and not half as witty as he once was in one world. he's skittish, skittering between blasts from shadow to shadow and clumsily making his way through each battle. but helping people lights a fire in him. he still has shadows dripping off his feet but there's a purpose in his eyes.

and god help him, he's going to help people.

[s0fter-sin]

saw a tweet about mer!ghost being rescued from roba by price and placed in his rehab facility that soap lives in after a boat propeller injured his tail and now i’m obsessed with the idea that ghost thinks he's traded one hell for another and when he sees the beached shark mer with a human device strapped to his tail, it's all but confirmed for him

the pens they’re in are poorly designed; they’re huge, deep with glass walls but completely open to each other and it takes nothing to pull himself over the edge into the the other mer's cage. he swims over to the platform he’s trapped on and hushes what he thinks is panicked warnings and fearful pleading. he covers his mouth and begs him to stay quiet; ghost is bigger and as an injured mer, he has every right to fear he'd take his territory if not eat him outright but he can’t escape and leave this mer behind to endure his fate

he promises he won't hurt him, promises he'll find a way to free them both from this human prison

the mer quiets, eyes narrowing in such human confusion that it makes him ache; this mer has been here too long, to have adopted their mannerisms and abandoned any hope of freedom

ghost quickly checks their surroundings, ensuring none of their jailers heard the mer's noises. no one disturbs them and he pulls the mer off the platform into the water, diving under his tail to get a better look at the trap. the mer tries to pull away, tries to get him to stop; it must hurt something awful if even freedom isn't enough of a temptation to try removing it

ghost winds his own tail around him, immobilising the mer and uses his teeth to tear through the trap and his heart breaks to see how his poor tail has been mangled; more than half of it gone, deep scarring left in its wake

he releases the mer and jets back to the surface; he’s wasted too much time, they need to hurry before the humans return. but when he looks to coax the mer through an escape, he sees him sinking to the floor like a stone, writhing and moving his arms in an attempt to swim but nothing stops his fall

ghost ducks back down and takes the mer in his arms-

only to rear back when he claws him away, baring his fangs in a threat display even as he sinks back to the floor, unmoving

ghost circles him, confused why he won't let him help when he sees him start to suffocate. he's a shark mer; if he doesn't swim, he can't breathe

and with only half a tail, he can't swim at all

ghost tries again but the mer won’t let him close so he waits for his eyes to begin to flutter and charges in, grabbing the mer out of reach of his claws and fangs and drags him through the water; forcing precious oxygen into his gills

he swims in circles until the mer comes to, sluggishly clawing at his arms but he refuses to let go. he won't leave this mer behind, even if he has to carry him through the ocean for the rest of their lives

but they took too long

a human enters and sees ghost holding the injured mer and hits something that makes the walls screech, red flashing from the ceiling, and even more human come charging in. ghost clutches the injured mer to his chest and hisses, saliva flying from his bared fangs

he won't let them hurt him any more

he spins, trying to keep them all in his sight- when the shark mer's fin slaps him in the face. his arms slacken around him and he throws himself at one of the walls of the cage, gripping it to hold himself up

ghost stares at him, betrayed and enraged; they've broken this poor mer until he doesn't even know who his true allies are anymore

his tail thumps against the wall, instinctively trying to swim and support his weight and one of the humans drops to one knee. he throws an arm out, barking something and another human takes off running

he turns back to the injured mer, grabbing hold of his arm and ghost hisses again, rushing them both when the mer snarls at him to stop and he freezes. he watches the mer hold his arms up and the human clasps his forearms and stands, walking him along the border of his cage back to the platform he'd been beached on

but he chirps as the human tugs him up on it, curling up with the end of his tail just barely dipping in the water

like he's happy

the wailing and flashing lights abruptly stop and ghost fights the urge to shake the echoing ring from his ears. the other human returns and he doesn't fight the hiss when he sees another trap in his arms; the same one the mer had around his tail

ghost's hiss cuts off when he gets a face full of water and he splutters, looking back incredulously at the shark mer who'd just splashed him

he laughs at whatever look is on his face and rolls his eyes in another painfully human gesture. he reaches for the trap, fingers flexing like he's trying to pull it right out of the air and the human shakes his head as he hands it over

the mer lifts his tail onto the platform and ghost can't believe his eyes when he fits the trap onto himself; tightening every strap until the muscles of his tail bulge under the pressure. the mer slumps like he's relieved and shoots him a look; daring and almost playful and winks as he throws himself into the water

ghost lunges for him, waiting for him to sink again-

but he's not sinking

he's swimming

he twirls and spins around him like an overgrown dolphin, flaunting his strength and agility and the humans around them laugh and shake their heads at the display like they’re used to it and ghost realises it isn't a trap on his tail

it is his tail

the humans gave him a new tail

the mer flicks to a stop in front of him, now easily supporting his weight and gives him a full-fanged grin

"you're a little tangled up inside, huh, big boy?"

[rocketbirdie]

here comes trouble (make it double!)

[aroaceleovaldez]

topic being rotated in my brain today: The Doors of Death only opened like two weeks after TLO. We don't really know how Thanatos ended up being captured, though we do know several chthonic deities were part of the Titan Army (Hecate, Melinoë, Morpheus, etc). Was trying to open the Doors of Death/capture Thanatos part of the Titan Army's plan? And what if it had happened just a liiiittle bit sooner?

like. the immediate potential for a no-HoO/Titan Army wins/apocalypse au is immense.

[storywestistrash]

watched mouthwashing finally. the fact that i saw people be more aggressive towards curly than jimmy is kinda strange. kinda real weird

[skunkes]

[afsosville]

Ever After High, but make it a PIDW AU.

Imagine how fucked up it would be if Shen Jiu is up there doing the book signing ceremony that seals his destiny of becoming the next 'Shen Qingqiu', and the mirrors display him getting thrown away by his martial siblings at the trial, and his limbs being torn off and other despicable tortures, and being brought down so low that your humanity is stripped away from you, all for an audience to see. And they cheer. The crowd is ecstatic, perhaps even more so than when his father, Shen Qingqiu, was put on trial.

[grimmcheems]

More Future Chichi👊🏽💥

This has been in my drafts for so long🗿💀👩🏽‍🦯anywayssss, just future timeline shenanigans. I’ve made a couple of arts about this future chichi timeline but I don’t think I’ve ever rly provided much context or story for those. Don’t mind her she just hates Goku Black and he terrorizes her unnecessarily bc yeah…….

she has muscles but the jacket hides it (I hate drawing clothes on buff characters bc it ends up hiding most of it😩)

I also thought of Zamasu developing a thing for Chichi bc Goku’s body literally doesn’t allow him to hurt her or their direct family (in this au he had to kill their sons indirectly bc Goku’s muscle memory? just wouldn’t allow it) but like, not rly??!? It’s complicated🙏🏽🗿 he hates humans but his interactions with her confuse him for the most part and since it will never fully be his body there’s always a lingering unknown feeling at the back of his head. Chichi hates his ASS tho. She ain’t holding back fr. I’ve tried to make arts of Chichi and trunks and mai but they never come out good so that’s why I haven’t had any yet.

I will try to get to drawing parts of this au though, at some point…..👩🏽‍🦯Chichi basically raises Trunks and Mai in this btw.

Also the world ends but dw bc a lot of background characters left her things to use and she helps save what’s left of humanity and maybe becomes a goddess for centuries to come but who knows(every time I revisit this au in my head I go insane)🤭

[apartmentwhereikeepallofmyswords]

You like ships with nightmare because you only see canon Nightmare and dadmare stuff.

I like it because I can make incredibly toxic and messed up relationships and terrorize the characters as much as I want. (Of course with happy endings eventually) also look into the nuance of relationships and characters in different ways.

We are not the same.

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

Since Color sans is friends with Killer in Canon does Color like get special treatment or something from cat Killer? Such as like being able to pet Killer on the stomach or something without needing to worry about getting their hand trapped? Random I know but I'm curious:3

-Anon

He used to.

Soup Can: Brand Name | Chicken Noodle Soup! | Brand Logo | warning: this product may contain soup

Color: Oh! You're growing so much!

Color: ohmygodthat'ssocute

Color: why do you like my hair so much..?

Color: i'm sorry the horrible mean vet stuck torture gadgets into your poor little ears earlier, but you need to eat something

Firefighter: cat on the second floor

?: Search the rest of the area for the owner.

Firefighter: Roger.

Killer: (where's my human?)

[madbard]

Overthinking the unofficial Dusttale ending again.

The central tragedy of Dusttale, I think, is that Dust can never escape the resets. He commits horrific acts of violence to escape an endlessly looping cycle, and only makes said cycle worse for everyone while sacrificing his own ‘humanity.’ That’s part of why he’ll never canonically escape Dusttale - in his desperation to destroy the human, he ensures that he will never actually escape them.

But then we have the non-canon (semi-canon?) potential ending. Dust meets Red, finds someone whom he can trust, who cares for him despite everything he has done. Dust finally has the chance to escape the hell he created - but it comes too late. Always too late.

When Red embraces Dust that final time, judge and executioner ending that cycle of violence the only way he can, it must destroy a piece of him. Because for Red, Dust is the terrible confirmation of everything he never really wanted to believe - it’s kill or be killed. Nothing peaceful or kind can survive. When Red met Dust, I can’t imagine there wasn’t a moment of desperate hope, a flicker of possibility in his mind. Maybe Frisk was right. Maybe there is a way to be peaceful again, to be good again, in a cruel world. Maybe, if he can save Dust, he can prove himself wrong.

Dust’s death is almost enough to shatter that hope. Red staggers home and grieves not just a person, but a dream.

And that’s where things get delightfully twisted.

Because Dust comes back.

Here once again, we see the central tragedy of Dusttale - that Dust can never escape. Even if he dies, he will be reborn and make the same mistakes, over and over again. He remains trapped in the hell he made for himself.

But if Dust made it into the multiverse once, it stands to reason that he could do so again. Imagine that. Imagine Red turning to see the man he loved and killed. Imagine that new first meeting, the dreadful realization of who Dust is, the understanding of what is happening. Red has seen Reset before. He knows the dead do not always stay dead. But this… this is some new cruelty.

Because what now can Red do? Does he leave Dust completely alone in his desolate universe? Does he abandon his friend, the one he failed? The one he killed?

Red tries again. And fails again. And tries again. And fails again. This cycle cannot end. It will last as long as Red hopes he is wrong. It will last until Red truly accepts that in this world, it is kill or be killed.

And so Dust drags yet another soul into hell.

[h-didanart]

Hey, do you guys remember that agony//ghost thing the FNaF lore has? Yeah? Cool

Do you guys know any of the synonyms to agony there are? Like, suffering, torment, throes, and the like? Yeah? Cool

Are you guys familiar with my Quiet Throes au//fic thing? Yeah? Cool

Agony ghost Bloodmoon. They torment the hell out of the bastard, and hang around Solar sometimes. But mostly stick around Ruin, staring at him, messing with his things, throwing stuff at him, and generally making his life miserable (as it should be)

Tw for the images below: implied suicide attempt, referenced character death, and implied torture//sa

[puppetmaster13u]

Mini Prompt

You know what i love

Villian not-redemption. Where they go to another world, or the timeline shifts, or whatever, and find the person or people they lost And instead of getting better

They get Worse Like they continue to be nihilistic assholes to everyone But said person/people (bonus if it's a younger sibling or something similar) And they are still an irredeemable evil person They are not redeemed, in fact they've gotten MORE unhinged because they Can't Lose this Person Again