#this is so stupid mummy is so manipulative

[girlthativealwaysbeen]

meri social energy khatam ho gayi hai WHY DID I SAY YES

[jillvalentine]

re: my relationship with my abuser, currently @/gwendaria (part one?)

[edit: new usernames + accounts since this post has been made: scarymovies, walkingdeads, samcarpenters, the-mummy]

My abusive ex has unfortunately been going full-on with the latest DARVO / smear campaign, and this time it seems to have reached a few people. These callouts are made-up, and they've been popping up continuously in different forms since early 2021 in an attempt to silence or smear me, regardless of their inconsistencies. One second I'm an emotionally abusive gaslighter who they've finally been freed from. The next, I'm someone they don't even know about. The next... I'm a renown stalker. The next... I'm a random girl who got romantically obsessed with them and turned into a terf when I got rejected. The neeeext... I'm a terf stalker racist? Okay! I don't even know anymore. There's definitely more.

I mostly want to focus on the facts. The facts are that I've shared about my experiences enough that I shouldn't have to entertain stupid shit anymore. There will always be the next narrative, more scandalous than the last. Going forward, I just want to make the evidence more accessible so that anyone can find it.

I still have all of our texts, discord logs, whatsapp logs, voicemails, facebook messages, hundreds of screenshots from me and from others (onlookers & other people who have been harmed), and I've become friends with people who have also been friends with or intimate with this person and came out from the other side (some are public and others aren't, because, hey! Look what happened to me after I came out. I have been stalked almost on the hourly for about 4 years now, and I know it won't stop, because I know exactly who my abuser is.)

About 3 years have passed now, so a lot of the 'big' conversations or screenshots I shared earlier on when I spoke out about what had happened to me have been buried in time. (but they are, still there.)

Screenshots where they ragged on and on about my friends, about me being naïve and that I'd know better when I was "a real adult" like them, telling me to drop dead, telling me about slitting their wrists, telling me that someone was messaging them about 'cumming on my face' after I posted (1) selfie. Blocking me everywhere for a bit over that selfie. Unblocking me. Yelling at me. Blocking and unblocking me again because I said something about how they were being awful to me. Rinse and repeat with the next insane shit.

This was during covid lockdown, and it was 24/7. I couldn't fucking breathe. I got questioned about going to the supermarket with my mom. I got mindfucked for not explicitly saying I was back home when I said I was getting the mail, under the guise of caring so much about me, of course.

One time, I sent a snap of these leggings I liked online. Because the photo sent as a file instead of a normal-full-screen-just-taken snap, it became a whole argument of "Did you share this with anyone else?" and I would be like... what would be wrong if I did? Why is it wrong for me to send a photo of some leggings I think look good to a friend to get her opinion? A lot of conflict happened this way. They were incredibly controlling and suffocating, all under the claims of past trauma, undiagnosed mental illness, and most of all - flowery apologies or proclamations.

I used to think I was able to push through anything that happened because they would apologize to me, and it made it okay again. I genuinely thought they just needed someone to give them a chance to heal and get better, or get back to how they used to be early on in the relationship. I wanted to be that someone, I wanted to be strong enough to take all of it and be okay at the end. It gradually got worse, and I found myself trapped in the relationship. Anytime I was close to getting away, I would get drawn back with push-and-pull manipulation tactics. If I had pulled away to recover from their mistreatment, I was then the one apologizing for having had to pull away, and how bad that pulling away had affected them. How awful I was and how much I regretted being affected by anything. I would blame anything else (it wasn't you, it was my own anxiety) to make things calm down.

I didn't see any of this coming from the start. It was a gradual process. Near the end, I was googling things about how to fix toxic relationships (it didn't work because the relationship wasn't a two-way street, it was abusive), trying to think for 5 different people to avoid outbursts, trying to explain away how someone might gaslight and manipulate others without it being fully conscious and intended. I found out it was 100% intentional when I got out. They were telling others that I was doing to them what they were doing to me, along with a bunch of other bullshit to pre-emptively plant seeds.

Gwen frequently tries to use the worst buzz words to create stories and alienate people from one another. She doesn't care about any social issues. What she likes or dislikes is entirely based on what she needs to get out of a situation. If someone she's fixating on positively likes xyz thing, she likes it too. If someone she's fixating on negatively likes or dislikes something, she'll do the opposite. She constantly invented stories and tried to frame people I'd known for years, or anyone who dared to interact with my posts anywhere. She literally impersonated people and had accounts hacked. All she does is obsess over people. She constantly monitored me and created conflict over anything, real or made up. She especially liked to create conflict when it was late, or when I was otherwise not-fully-there, like when I was drugged following a surgery. I was so out-of-it that at that point I didn't want to fight for myself or others anymore.

Near the end of the relationship, I had a private account that I would hide on because social media, and really anything social, had become a minefield. Multiple people had witnessed the change from before the relationship, the start of it, up to the end. I deactivated my main twitter for a period of time (although I was careful enough to reactivate it once every 30 days so it wouldn't be permanently lost) and had to ignore people, stop myself from posting or liking things, and plead with people not to mention anything about me because I would have to answer for it. Multiple people remember me asking them to delete certain posts, or just be careful not to give out that I was doing anything with them. I was abnormal and an immature adult for wanting to spend a bit of time with or buy a gift for my friend on their birthday. We had an age gap, and at first, it was all "you're probably more mature than me :)" - until it turned to Real Adults Don't Spend Time With Friends, lol. Real adults are 100% focused on their partner. Real adults aren't on social media, and other thinly-veiled degradation + mindfuckery. Funny how my age became a bad thing, but they were the experienced 29-year-old who knowingly pursued the inexperienced 23-year-old.

Near the end of the relationship, I was starting to hide away to spend more time with people who treated me well, and it helped me get out. I saw that the way I felt every day wasn't normal. It reminded me of what good relationships are like and what they feel like. My friends tried their best to be supportive, but it was very difficult because my partner was trying very hard to isolate me from them through threats, aggression and manipulation. I'm incredibly lucky that they stayed by my side and told me that what was happening wasn't normal.

Getting out was hard. Staying out was hard. Even after everything that happened, following the split, I told my friends I didn't know what I would do if they tried to get me back again. SO fucking glad that's over.

[bones4thecats]

Hi! I was wondering if you can do twisted wonderland characters with a reader that’s like chiyo-Chan from azumanga daioh and how they would react to the reader wearing the penguin costume like chiyo wears in the festival episode, take all the time you need! And I hope you have a great day/night.

A/N: I had to take a while to figure out the basics behind Chiyo-Chan, as I never watched that anime or read the manga, but I hope I did well, Anon! I also made this reader a minor, since it was a defining part of Chiyo's character, but it is platonic only! Enjoy~~

●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・

●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・

🐙 Azul never really saw a point in dressing up, as he lived under the sea, but when Floyd came up with the idea of their dorm’s theme being mummies, he hoped you would do the same as them

🐙 But when you came trudging into the lounge wearing a largely-built penguin outfit, he just stood in shock while Floyd raved about how adorable him Baby Shrimpy-Chan looked

🐙 He definitely walked around with you by his side, they go to a villain school, you can’t just trust everyone

🐙 Besides Jade was busy cooking and Floyd is, well Floyd

🐙 This octo-mer loves watching you run around excitedly and just speak to anyone with so much sophistication for your age makes him see himself in you and he just smiles

🐙 A mummy and penguin may be quite the contrast, but Azul does see you as someone he needs to protect, and when he turns 18, he will no doubt in his and the tweel’s minds take you in as his own

●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・

●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・

🍄 This tweel definitely manipulated you into doing things at first, but when he realized how smart and oblivious you really were, he just sighed and began to light-heartedly tease you for it

🍄 Jade loves you help you pick out your outfits

🍄 He told you Octavinelle’s theme was mummies, but when you trudged in all decked out in a adorable penguin outfit, he didn’t have the heart to tell you to change out of it

🍄 This guy kept you in the kitchen with him, having you assist in grabbing certain ingredients

🍄 You may be small and fairly non-athletic, but Jade has taught you how to climb pretty well

🍄 Jade definitely had you take some foods out to the other members of Octavinelle so they could serve other members

🍄 Only to the students that he believed he could trust being around you did he let you actually take the food to them directly

●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・

●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・

🎭 Floyd obviously loved you before-hand

🎭 You were his baby shrimpy after all!

🎭 But when you busted down the kitchen doors in Mostro Lounge to find him, his twin, and Azul, he just stared at you with stars in his eyes

🎭 You were so freaking adorable, baby shrimpy, it wasn’t fair~

🎭 He began to twirl you around as if you were dancing and just smiled as you laughed at his antics

🎭 Azul and Jade just smiled throughout the night as Floyd put you beside him as the other students served

🎭 The dorm leader gave him the one night off so you wouldn’t be wondering around without any knowledge on all students

🎭 You may be smart, but everyone has a limit

🎭 Floyd would hold onto you tighter whenever a more dangerous member came by, but who is that stupid to come nearby this guy when he’s actually happy, we don’t want a mood swing again, now do we?

[homestuckreplay]

here's what happens when you read too many rage comics

(page 848-861)

While John and Dave are busy in combat, we get to go exploring with Rose and Jade! There’s some back and forth between them, but I’ll take them one at a time.

Jade :D

While leaving her house, Jade gets contacted by the world’s lamest troll. carcinoGeneticist’s whole deal, messaging Jade, is to talk in all caps, call her ‘stupid’ and an ‘idiot’, and accuse her of fucking everything up. There’s no targeted insults, no creativity, no clever and subtle manipulation, no hiding the existence of the trolling. I give carcinoGeneticist a 2/10 trollscore because at least they were able to get around Jade’s blocklist, but this is a sad and lackluster beginning to trolls in the narrative, if indeed they come back. Hopefully twinArmageddons has something more interesting to say.

Jade continues to be different to the other kids. Her grandfather’s list of interests is as long as his profession as a ‘world renowned explorer-naturalist-treasure hunter-archaeologist-scientist-adventurer-big game hunter-billionaire extraordinaire’ (p.790). His love of big game trophies, suits of armor and decrepit mummies all make sense here, as those are things he’s personally hunted and stolen on expeditions, but his ‘plundering’ of beauty parlors (p.855) is as unexpected as the idea of a business clown. Dad, Mom and Bro are all weird in that they’re extremely focused on a couple specific things, Grandpa is weird because he’s into loads of things all at once. There’s also strangely colored lights coming from the other floors of Jade’s house, hinting at more weird stuff Grandpa’s up to.

It’s Jade quoting from the past, but this is technically the second line of dialog in Homestuck (the first being Dave’s ‘Stop!’ on p.354):

"Jade, study hard and keep your rifle at the ready. When adventure summons, I know you will rise to the task and take your rightful place among the DAUGHTERS OF ECLECTICA." (p.855)

This better not be another spooky grandparent prophecy, because Act 3 already has more than enough of those. But speaking of Jade-John parallels, the big game trophy blocking Jade’s transportalizer (p.857) looks oddly familiar side by side with John’s desktop (p.24). Are we to understand that Jade’s grandfather killed the Firefox of this universe?

Rose <3

I’m so into Rose’s story right now because she’s the first kid who’s had a chance to explore a new place. John, Dave and Jade are all still ‘homestuck’, but Rose has escaped to this whole mysterious lab. And that’s after already getting the coolest house, with its waterfall, observatory, cat mausoleum, and 20-foot tall granite statue of a mighty wizard. Page 850 gives such a great sense of scale with tiny Rose comprehending the horrors and wonders of the space.

The lab’s ‘HUBGRID’ (p.850) is a big green chessboard, 8x8 squares each with 12x12 locked, glowing atomic devices for a total of 9,216 hubs, divided into four segments, with aisles and a transportalizer at the center. Comparing these side by side, it’s the exact same pattern as the ones in Jade’s house, and there’s also one of these hubs visible in the lower corner of Jade’s room powering one of those devices. Could the lab transportalizer go to Jade’s island? Or to a different SkaiaNet lab, as this one is described through coordinates (p.860)? Jade’s grandpa has a laboratory (p.780), so these could be one and the same, and Rose and Jade playing with the same gadgets feels relevant while the story is cutting back and forth between them.

Earlier, Rose connected to lab wifi network SN_LAB0413, which unlike the other SN_LAB wifi options was ‘mysteriously and quite conveniently UNSECURED, requiring no password’ (p.239). Today, a kiosk shows the command ‘> unlock SN_LAB0413’. I think Act 3’s theme might be showing how planned all these circumstances were that previously felt like coincidence, although that still doesn’t answer who exactly planned all this, or where they got their knowledge from.

> Rose: Place velvet pillow on strange platform. Be the mad scientist.

[goddessoftheprettyandinsane]

Hayyyy Mount Ragerz!

I am- Well, who am I kidding, you know who I am. But to keep this simple- And to not annoy Mummy dearest- I'll sing like a songbird.

Name: Lillith Asmode

Age: Uhhhhhhhh I was rejoiced to godhood at 20... So yea.

Gender: ...Female-Presenting.

Birthday: February 14th! 💕

Godly Parent: My Father was Eros... But I got adopted by Hera 😉

Personality Type: Uhhhh... ENFP-A, according to some stupid test.

Relationship Status: Boys are a waste of time and girl are too prettyyyy...

Height: I'm in heels 99% of the time, so 6'6.6.

W.o.C: Bow n Arrow, Party Drugs, Stilettoes.

Fatal Flaw: ...Hubris according to what this little woman tells me.

Lore: Uhhh I don't remember. (She got run over by a 18-wheeler after STEALING THE FORMULA FOR CHERRY COLA, and Hera was so impressed she made her a goddess.)

Powers: That's for later, but for now it's just;

🎀~ Cray-Cray Parr-tay! I can make everyone stop drop and roll with a snap!

🎀~ Schizzy on the Drizzy I can make people hallucinate, I can manipulate people... yada yada.

🎀~ Basic Goddess Shit Immortality, Handmaids, Power over Arms, etc.

:Appearance:

Gorgeous, ik, I always am ✨

💋 My lovies:

@iceweavercatlover ~ Ride or Die, Girlie Pop on the Weekends.

Add to it, girls, I'm dying for a good party.

Heyyyyy it's-a me againnnn, @debacleofdaemons, at it again wit another completely unnecessary oc that I madeeee cuz I said soooooo... Love yall thO, yall are fantastic to conVerse with and I'm so happy to be friEnds with you all, Idk how you all got hEre, but thankS :3

Big shoutout to @cafekitsune and @saradika-graphics for the banners, I use them for nearly all of my oc intros :]

[olivine-gal]

Spider-Man keeps fighting the same one or two dozen guys, so I came up with a bunch of new villains - info under the cut!

The Red Dragon - human-reptile hybrid from the same technology as the Lizard, albeit retaining his full intelligence and sadism. Mob boss, breathes fire

Blink - failed attempt at recreating the Spot, short-range unstable teleportation ("blink of an eye") and quantum duplication

Cityscaper - guerilla artist who has fallen out of touch with the common people and into madness, constructing elaborate death-traps and bizarre and hazardous pieces

Runt - diminutive mob enforcer with an absurd level of strength and durability, mostly limited by his lack of ambition and preference to dick around

Centipede - genetic engineer betrayed by her employers and made into a guinea pig, turning her into a stretchy, boneless mutant with nothing to lose. Fluctuates between anti-hero and anti-villain

Blue Blood - police officer mad about Spidey being "soft on crime" and uncooperative to cops, turned himself into a human tank with advanced SWAT gear. NYPD refuses to condone his vigilante massacres

Troubleshooter - an "invisible man", specializes in doing tasks for supervillains quickly, quietly, and efficiently. Frequently the only sane man amongst a cast of colorful criminals

Gasbag - a "gas" addition to the solid-liquid-plasma triad of Sandman, Hydro Man, and Molten Man. Transformed into a permanent vapor state by particle shenanigans

Dynamite - mad bomber, does bombings for hire or because she likes it. Cyclops goggle helps magnify for fine construction

Sightline - sniper hit-man with bionic eyes that enhance his vision in every practical way. Deeply disrupts Spidey's typical pattern of fighting in open-air

Bunker - giant fishman created by chemical waste poured into the East River and mutating wildlife. Probably eats people

Acid Bath - mercenary for hire specialized in chemical warfare. Acid sprays, flamethrowers, nitroglycerin explosives, etc

Spookum - looks like a big burly guy in a bedsheet ghost costume. Definitely something much worse. Shows up during lunar eclipses, blue moons, and other nights when the world is a little less real

Moon Man - astronaut given a corrupted neutral training implant filled to the brim with science-fiction. Believes himself to be stranded on an alien planet and with only his advanced spacesuit for protection

Miss Appear - paparazzi reporter with the ability to turn invisible. Technically not doing anything illegal, more of a nuisance for Peter Parker the reporter

Roach Woman - a woman who is also a cockroach. Keeps trying to take over the city with elaborate roach plots, really needs more human friends

Mummy Joe - bonded with a super-adhesive medical tape, able to lash it out and manipulate like a collection of tentacles.

Checkmate - up-and-coming criminal with the ambition of becoming Spidey's new arch-enemy for the fame. Fleet of chess-themed androids

The Corporate Raider - anarcho-capitalist and self-proclaimed defender of the rich and wealthy everywhere. Terrorizes unions, strikes, and whistleblowers with extreme prejudice

Memento - psychologist assigned to work with alien technology wound up a little too close. Now essentially a nervous system with legs, fond of psychically manipulating Spidey and other characters

Gnat - all the proportional abilities of a gnat, at the scale of a gnat. Scarily competent in espionage and heist assistance

Snot - artificial human created to experiment with disease symptoms and treatment, now turned into a walking super-spreader. Can also shoot globs and webs of mucus

The King of New York - fuckboy, self-proclaimed king of New York, and with a set of Superman-like powers only matched in intensity by his stupidity.

Shutterbug - at first a photographer paying supervillains to commit crimes to create exclusive reports for him, later becoming a professional spy for hire.

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

And Eat It, Too: Chapter Eleven: Violation

In which Annabelle Cane makes an appearance and offers a hand, and Elias "helps" Jon with his nightmares with cruel violation…

>>> NOW ON AO3!

This one gets ROUGH.

We're dealing with nightmares that involve skinning.

We're also dealing with Elias harming Jon and ignoring Jon's desires in order to "help" him handle said nightmares.

It's appropriate for canon, but it is ugly as hell. You have been warned.

(Masterpost including playlist)

*

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Jon is having the worst night.

His body won’t calm down.

His brain won’t shut up.

He could masturbate. It’s a thing.

But doing it in Elias’ house with Elias’ eyes everywhere just feels awful. Even if they’re not in this room.

…that he knows of.

Jon tries a cold, cold shower, and succeeds only in giving himself a headache.

By the time he lies down, he’s angry.

He didn’t ask for this. Never indicated he wanted it. Oh, now he does, sure, but it isn’t his idea, is it? No, it’s just… contagious, like some kind of disease.

This isn’t the person he wanted, but Michael is gone.

And Elias is here. And understands what he’s going through, even if he’s an asshole about all of it.

Part of Jon wonders if there will ever be anyone else.

If he even deserves anyone better. Maybe Elias is the best he should get—manipulative, controlling, frightening.

But at least Elias wants him.

(So does Michael, but Michael is gone.)

But why, though? Why would Elias want this? It’s not like Jon had lovers lined up, eager for a turn.

It made no sense.

Jon was missing something, some key explanation. Something that would answer the why.

He can’t read Elias. It’s never worked.

And he knows better than to ask, because the man will probably demand one intimacy violation per answer, or something.

A kiss a syllable, Jon thinks, feeling slightly hysterical.

He lies face-down in his pillow, telling his body to shut up right now, telling his brain to stop saying things that weaken his resolve.

Neither body nor brain go quiet.

He tries to think of anything else but Elias’ mouth.

Speaking of temptations….

He doesn’t want to consider that Salesa’s little sphere-of-darkness was incredibly tempting, too.

But it wasn’t a guide. It was just a way. An entryway, into the Dark—and, Salesa said, one-way only.

What the hell good would that do anyone?

Why would Annabelle offer this? Does she think he’s stupid? Does she think he’s that out of his mind, that he’d just plunge into the Dark without a plan, or hope, or any kind of exit? Surely there had to be easier ways to kill him off.

You need a guide, she said. There was no guide through the Dark. That was the entire point of it. What could she even mean?

Jon squeezes the pillow around his head. Maybe he can suffocate himself, and sleep that way.

Something taps on the window.

He groans.

No. No, he doesn’t want to see whatever is floating out there, or tossing tiny skulls, or scratching with twenty-foot fingernails. He wants his body to shut up, and he wants to go to sleep, and he wants it all to be over, and to retire to Wales with a cat and maybe some fluffy Scottish cows.

Tap tap.

Why isn’t Elias stopping this?

Jon goes still. And slowly, very slowly, rolls over.

His entire room is filled with webs.

They’re more obvious, now. Wall to wall, corner to floor, the edges of the ceiling and wall completely hidden in woven, white strands, and as his breathing grows fast and short and sharp, they flutter in response.

The good news is he no longer feels remotely turned on.

Tap, Tap.

Oh, look. They’ve left an opening. If he rolls off the bed and goes to the window, he won’t touch any web at all.

Or he could fight his way through that mummy-mass of weaving, and bust through the door.

Elias would help him. He knows this. Elias would absolutely know what to do.

And the payment would be…

Not payment, exactly. But there would be a cost.

Jon is not ready to pay it.

He lies there, trembling.

Tap, tap.

Twenty minutes pass.

Tap, tap.

Is it going to do this all night?

“I’ll outlast you,” he whispers, vowing.

Tap, tap, tap.

Quicker, that time. Like laughter.

Salesa’s words come back. So she is Web, so what? What do you expect me to do about it? Expect anyone to do about it? Nothing, that’s what we can do, so no use letting it bother.

Was that the reason he visited? To plant that idea in Jon’s head?

Maybe.

It’s not like Salesa was wrong.

You don’t resist the Web. Not really. Even if it doesn’t control you directly, it controls your circumstances, your situation, your environment, carefully tweaking things precisely so that you, with your free will, your nature-nurture instinct, will still do what She wants.

That's the concept, anyway. And it is terrible.

Of course it is. Like the rest, the Mother of Puppets feeds on fear.

Can Jon really put this off forever?

Yes, he thinks.

Except that there is no way the Mother hasn’t thought of that.

The one thing Jon would never do is willingly walk outside.

He closes his eyes.

What if… just what if… all this time, all these attempts, was not to sacrifice him to Mister Spider, but to put him in a position where he had to listen and not run away?

He doesn’t like the idea. It assigns far too little malevolence to the personification of the fear of being controlled.

But… it isn’t impossible, either.

Tap, tap.

What if he listened, said no, and it went away?

You know that’s not how this works, he chides himself.

Unfortunately, he knows this, too: that if he says and does nothing, it’s not going away for sure.

His chest tightens as he tries to see years in the future, decades of this, of the Web hinting and dropping terrifyingly cursed books, sending enemies to give him messages, tempting him with half of what he needs.

Forever.

He covers his face with both hands and exhales very slowly.

Elias can’t hear this, can’t see this, can’t sense this. How does Jon know? He knows.

The amount of power required for that is horrifying. Even Michael couldn’t pull it off for long, and this is Elias’ home base.

A lot of effort is being expended to make this happen tonight, and Jon has a bad feeling the Mother considers the cost worthwhile.

He’s tired.

Fuck, he thinks, and rolls out of bed.

No webs touch him as he goes to the window, heart in his throat, empty stomach doing wild and crazy flips.

Nothing is making him as he slides the window open, the Roxane to the Spider’s Cyrano.

That’s a really inaccurate analogy, he thinks, already ripping it apart, but then the window is wide, and he stares.

Annabelle Cane stands in the courtyard.

She is young and thin. Tall. A Black woman with bleach-blonde hair that does not quite hide the thick webbing covering the hole in her skull.

She is smiling. “I was beginning to think we’d need to hire a skywriter. Hello, Jonathan Sims.”

“What are you doing here?” he demands, trying to sound brave, trying not to let his teeth chatter.

“What do you think?” she says, friendly, her tone amused and humorous and pleasant.

“Just tell me.”

She shivers, closes her eyes for a moment, smiles. “You’ve made it very clear you’re not willing to talk unless you feel at least a little bit safe. So this is a compromise. You’re very lucky, Jonathan Sims.”

How was he supposed to take that?

Not to mention this was the first time an avatar of fear (apart from Elias) had not responded with anger to being compelled.

He doesn’t want to push his luck. “Wh… what do you want?”

“A better question is what you want, Jonathan Sims.”

That’s three times she’s called him by his name. Not Archivist. He frowns. (Is she being intentionally personable? Is it manipulation? Does she want something in my capacity as Jon and not as the Archivist? What is going on?) “Stop… dancing around and answer me.”

“Why do you think I’m here?”

“Why would I know? You’ve been stalking me since I was eight years old!”

She ignores that. “Let’s try a different line of thought. What good would the Unknowing be to the The Spinner of Schemes, The Hidden Machination, the great Spider herself?”

Jon opens his mouth. Pauses.

It suddenly hits him that the Fears are being divided neatly down a very simple line, and he sees—knows—who falls on each side.

The Corruption doesn’t care if victims know nothing. That’s rot, stench, suffering. Understanding not required.

The Buried doesn’t care if no one knows what anything is. You don’t have to know anything to be crushed and choked, forever deep below creation.

The Dark, similarly, requires little knowledge; it is blindness and helplessness, fear only aided by not knowing what’s there with you, eating your flesh.

The Desolation? It’s about pain, burning, and one does not have to be able to define it to feel it.

The Flesh? Hard to say. He has a strange feeling Jared doesn’t give a damn either way.

But the Eye is knowledge.

The Web requires understanding to manipulate, to birth fear.

The Spiral relies on knowing things so one can doubt them.

The Vast only works if one knows there should be solid ground, knows how small one is in the face of the universe.

The Slaughter engenders fear specifically from the terror of murder—not the pain of it, but knowledge of the actual act.

The Lonely doesn’t work unless you know that you are inescapably alone.

The Hunt needs understanding that you are being hunted, are prey, and it is after you.

Even the End can only drink fear if one knows one is alive, and can lose that life.

Jon’s eyes are very wide.

Annabelle waits. She doesn’t have to do anything more.

Planting a seed, Jon thinks bitterly, because now that he sees this, he can’t unsee it. “So why offer me—wait. You say what you’re offering me, instead of me assuming.”

“What do you think we’re offering?” Annabelle says, positively playful.

“I am going to shut this window if you do that again,” says Jon.

“Sorry about that,” says Annabelle. “Explaining things, giving answers like this… it’s not what I am. It’s difficult, against my nature.”

“If the Distortion could manage it, I’m fairly sure you have a solid shot,” Jon snaps.

She grins. “We bring a goodwill offering, Jonathan Sims, but also a needful tool. The Mother has looked at every angle, followed every strand. If you go to stop the Stranger without a door, all but you will die. But if you have one—if you have that way to get out before it’s too late—you have a ninety-seven point eight percent chance that everyone lives.”

She might as well have swung a hammer directly into his stomach.

It stuns him, knocks out his breath—and couldn’t have been more what he wanted than if he’d planned it himself. Everyone lives. “So you’re offering a way to retrieve Michael.”

“Is that what—sorry. Yes.”

“Why not do it yourselves?”

“Because you are the Archivist.” She shrugs. “With a little help, you can make it through the Dark, find the book, and get out again. I promise you there is not one other person in this world who could—even with our guidance.”

“People of the Dark, maybe,” Jon mutters.

“Yes. But they’d never retrieve the book. It’s delighting their Mister Pitch too much to be holding a part of an enemy inside itself, helpless.”

Jon is breathing quickly again. “Mister Pitch is real?”

“Anything humans fear enough, worship enough, is real,” says Annabelle. “I’m out of time—what we did to keep your host unaware had a short shelf-life. I suggest you tell him most of the truth when he comes in. He’ll be pretty upset—and you don’t lie very well.” She looks so amused. “You and I will talk again. Soon.”

Jon is shaking. “No more books. No more Mister Spider.”

She tilts her head.

The silence is bad.

He swallows.

“Then you’ll be willing to talk to me of your own free will?” she says, and she doesn’t make air quotes, but she might as well have done.

Oh, gods, what is he doing? “Without being… tricked or trapped? Traumatized further? I… on my terms. Fine. Yes. My terms.”

“Of course. We need you, Jonathan Sims. You’re very lucky that way; the strands of your life have a lot of flexibility.”

“That’s not actually encouraging, you know,” he mutters.

She winks, turns, and walks right out the side gate, casual as anything, and the moment she’s through, Elias slams the door open.

Elias’s silk robe is half-on, his pajamas and hair both mussed. It’s the most undone Jon has ever seen him.

And that looks like genuine fear.

Rage, yes, heating its edges red, but fear.

Jon is so tired. He closes the window.

Elias is on him, pulling him away from the window, shoving him against the wall. “What happened?”

“Annabelle Cane was in your yard,” says Jon, weary.

Elias is studying him. For what, Jon doesn’t know; spider legs in his nose? Webs, dangling from his ears? “What did she do?” Elias demands, and that is a terrifying tone. It is not directed at him, but it is frightening, the full wrath of one who knows how to harm. How to kill.

Jon swallows. “She says the Web wants to work with us to stop the Unknowing.”

Elias makes a disbelieving sound. “Did she touch you?”

“What? No. She was on the ground.”

Elias doesn’t seem sure. He’s still looking, burning into Jon, as if searching him down to the marrow.

Jon keeps his thoughts surface-level. It’s easy, this tired. “She didn’t get me, Elias,” he says, softly. “I think she actually wanted to talk.”

“She could have taken you,” Elias says, low and rough. “I’d thought… she could have taken you back, and I wouldn't have even…”

Jon blinks at him. “Back?”

Elias meets his eyes again.

It feels like staring down a train, coming full speed, too much mass and inertia to dream of stopping in time.

“You are sleeping in my bed tonight,” Elias says.

“No!” says Jon.

“Not for sex. For safety. This,” Elias holds up a small necklace; from it dangles a glass bead that looks like an eye with a crack directly across the pupil, “was slipped into my nightstand at some unknown time. However it happened, there will be repercussions.”

“Not like you can stop the Web,” says Jon.

“This is not about stopping,” he snarls. “This is about making the cost too high to fuck with me again.”

Jon has never heard Elias swear before, in all the years he’s worked for him.

He also—in spite of comments to Tim about physique—did not truly appreciate Elias’ strength. He is not given a choice about moving to Elias’ room. He is all but carried.

It would be terrifying if Elias were focused on him at all, but the man is not. Jon is deposited, and then Elias is on the phone, and pacing, and ignoring him completely.

Jon stares at the bed like it’s a mousetrap. It’s a king-size. The blankets are mussed; Elias clearly sprang out of it in a hurry.

Jon stands against the wall, half-fantasizing about sleeping in the bathtub.

Elias, fortunately, does not seem to be in the mood anymore. He makes several calls, snarling about boundaries and consequences and penalties.

“Yes. Do it,” he finally says, hangs up, and looks over at Jon.

Jon has made himself as small as possible.

“Oh, relax, Jon, I’m not going to maul you like a bear,” Elias snaps, and moves to the other side of the bed. “Do your best to sleep. Tomorrow, we are making plans to blow up the Circus.”

“Swear it,” says Jon, feeling like a child.

The look Elias gives him is fitting for that feeling, but he sighs. “I swear I will not touch you tonight. Now lie down.”

Jon flinches. He feels what’s not being said here, that he can have his space tonight, that he can be in his blanket fortress until Elias decides enough, that Jon will give in, will be taken, but since it’s late, he can have this inch of autonomy as a treat.

His throat tightens.

But what else is he going to do? Where else can he possibly go?

Either he’ll be alone, and something far worse than Elias will get him, or he’ll endanger anyone kind enough and foolish enough to take him in.

Jon feels like he’s lost a battle he didn’t even know he was fighting. He hangs his head and inches onto the edge of the bed, then mummies himself. The blankets are up to his eyes.

The sheets smell good, of course.

And then he remembers that he might be able to save Michael, and in spite of himself, in spite of the distracting awareness of Elias breathing behind him, Jon’s heart lifts.

He’s going to rescue Michael. Or at least, he’s going to try.

Stop thinking like that, he tells himself, because it’s not guaranteed, because it means going into the Dark, because Michael probably doesn’t want to see him and will take off like a dove the moment it’s set free.

But Jon can’t help that tiny little ray of joy. It feels better than anything has in a long time.

He thinks about Michael as he drifts off, and, half-asleep, realizes why Michael’s approach to seduction had been better than Elias’s.

Elias relied on overwhelming him. Flooding him; maybe making him mindless so he agreed without thinking it through.

Michael… did not do that, even though it was obvious it could. The Distortion’s control of Jon’s senses was terrifyingly precise, and elegantly demonstrated.

But Michael did not overwhelm him, short-circuit him, leave him writhing and out of his head.

Michael asked permission.

Michael gave Jon a choice.

That choice made Jon want to say yes. Funny, how that worked. This joins the little bit of joy in his heart.

Whatever happens, Jon thinks, he doesn’t think he’s going to choose Elias. Even if Michael runs away.

He has so little choice in his life. This one, simple thing matters.

“I will help you when you dream,” murmurs Elias.

Jon tucks his revelation deep in his heart, resolves not to think about it, and hopes Elias is telling the truth.

#

Nikola.

Ringmaster’s uniform, painted-on face.

Plastic hands deep in Jon’s body, gripping his skin and peeling it down like a thick and meaty sock.

He screams, and he screams, and he screams.

Elias.

Pulling him away, reaching from behind and around his chest like he’s saving Jon from drowning.

But then he doesn’t do things like Michael, doesn’t help Jon to know this isn’t real.

Instead, he holds Jon against his chest, tight, trapped, reaches up, and pries open both of Jon’s eyes with his fingers.

Jon is watching himself be skinned.

Gripped, Jon gasps; cries out; screams weakly as he watches, sees Nikola stretch her new trophy over herself, smearing blood and fatty tissue, tearing and distorting his features so it is Jon’s face she wears, and Jon’s hands she waves, and her bell-clear laugh comes from his wide-open, ever-screaming mouth.

Jon cries.

Elias does not let him go.

And the Beholding feeds.

Thrums through Jon, filling him with energy and power and easing his pain until Elias no longer needs to hold his eyes open anymore, but stays, holding him close, watching Jon’s skin contort.

Watching it be used.

And the intensity of Jon’s gaze grows, heats, until his ever-open eyes do not sting but they burn, and everywhere his gaze falls begins to snap and tatter and sizzle, and Nikola screams as the fingers she’s stolen burst apart to reveal her own unmoving plastic ones beneath.

And Jon stares at the Dance, and stares at the Strangers, and anger quickens his breath, and the Beholding surges into his fear and his rage and his pain, like a sluice-gate opened, through him like many waters, seeing them so deeply that they boil and quake and reduce to what is, lies cooked off, masks rendered down.

Until all that remains is a twitching dendrite of plastic limbs and old, brown blood.

Elias kisses his neck. Jon cannot look at him. Cannot look away.

The dream shifts, and now there are statement givers, parading their way through his nightly journey. Doctor Elliot is there, and Naomi Herne is there, and Trevor Herbert is there, and Julia Montauk is there, and Georgie is there, and Jon watches them all without memory of blinking, held from behind, and Elias kisses his neck and watches Jon feed their god.

(part twelve)

[chaosthrive]

‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ Seth said " i can't do this any longer. "

There had been a thorn in her side for too long now, an ebbing thought that those words would be leaving his mouth sooner rather than later. At some point the final thread had to be pulled and their whole relationship would be set to unravel. Relationship… If it could have even been called as such. Mutually beneficial. A warm bed formed out of convenience .... Manipulation. When had the wool been pulled over their eyes so tightly that neither realised just how far they had slipped into this… relationship. May as well call it for what it was, despite knowing how terribly hard both of them would deny it.

“No?” Bitten out, brows raised in challenge as she stood before him. Rage rippled throughout her, burned under the surface of her skin and caused it all to flush. “Never picked you to be a damn quitter, Rollins. Or are you just following mummy and daddy’s orders again?” A hollow laugh, head shaking as something incredulous crossed upon her features. Was this his own thoughts? Was it yet another seed planted and left to blossom? Was she to be left behind just like the others? Paige always knew never to fully trust @egoforge and his agenda, yet she still did. Foolish, stupid girl. “If y’can’t 'do this anymore', then you know where the damn door is, Seth.” A step taken closer towards him, she would not back down yet.  “Don’t let it hit you in the arse on the way out, yeah?”

[evita-shelby]

Hi !

Can you do one where tommy has an affair and falls in love with a very suductive and manipulative reader ?

@l1-l4 did one similar "devil is a woman" and its SO GOOD , like ...art siriously you need to read it

Dont feel pressured to write anything , thank you 🙂

Oh i love her fics, especially the one where Grace’s sister has an affair with Tommy.

I was going to make this set in like season 6, but them I'd have to write about Ruby, and he cheats on Lizzy in canon already, so this oneshot takes place in season 3 to make the reader way more evil lol

Venus

Gif by @retromafia

If you asked anyone, especially his insipid Irish wife, you’ll hear how Thomas Shelby never cheats.

That things between the two of you were over when she came back fat with his bastard.

If anyone asked his driver, the maid who washed his clothes and Polly, especially Polly who knew him better than anyone else, you’ll hear about the woman he loves who looks like Venus herself.

You met him as a nude model posing for Churchill, you had fucked him with your eyes as he agreed to kill whoever Churchill asked him to kill.

That led to drinks at his pub, a day at the races, a week shopping and fucking in London and all while you remained the chaste widow of some rich old man who died trying to consummate your week-long marriage. People even thought you were still a virgin waiting for her handsome nouveau riche boyfriend to make a move.

You were no angel, you were a demon straight from hell. And the world was just so blind to the fangs you hide beneath your pretty lipstick.

Even Tommy forgot how wicked you were until you unleashed hell after he fucked up with Grace.

Grace Shelby had one boy lost to her forever and a loveless marriage behind closed doors. You made sure everyone and their dog knew it on both sides of the Atlantic.

He married her out of duty, he hadn’t even touched in the two years he made her wait for the wedding he never wanted.

You see, she had assumed Tommy was the daddy, but when the dates didn’t add up, you tearfully told darling Clive’s bereaved mummy how Grace had claimed the little blonde cherub was the product of an affair with your boyfriend because she had never loved sweet, sweet Clive.

Her late husband’s parents had issued an ultimatum that same day, forget Thomas Shelby or forget Clive Junior. They were powerful, Clive’s mum was born a Vanderbilt and his paternal grandmother an Astor, even here no one would dare fuck with them.

But she chose a man over her own child, something no person rich or poor would ever forgive thanks to those tips you gave the tabloids.

You’d never liked Grace, not when you knew her from finishing school nor when the two of you had your court presentations together. You came to loathe her when you discovered your beloved Thomas had fucked her in the same sofa he had said he loved you.

But you still loved him, and he loved you, so you forgave him after punishing him for two years.

Your idiot lover had gotten the marriage license already when he believed the bun in the oven to be his and because of that General Curran had threatened to throw him and his family into prison if he didn’t marry his stupid niece.

You didn’t forgive him for his sins until you showed up at his wedding wearing white and stole the show.

You didn’t care about driving attention to yourself , you feigned innocence and said you assumed that because the bride wore such a garish shade of purple you were free to wear white.

Can you ever forgive me, Y/N? He had asked so sweetly as you led him to the master bedroom that bitch had no idea you decorated.

If she knew that everything had been done by you for you, she’d run for the hills.

You’d kill to see her destroyed, but revenge takes time, something your viper of a mother had taught you well.

He loved you, he felt alive when he was with you, and you knew he wasn’t lying as the two of you fucked on his marriage bed to prove it.

Grace is only here until I can get rid of her, he said when the two of you removed any trace of your affair and returned to the party downstairs.

“Doesn’t Mrs. Shelby look stunning?” your ‘friend’ asked another lady as Grace entered her gala looking like she wanted to cry.

Tommy had used Section D to get his divorce, a divorce that had hit Grace like a missile this morning.

"Pretty and ornamental like a statue.” You heard her companion titter. No one liked Mrs. Shelby, in fact no one cared about her. "A statue that should've been left in the attic, if you ask me."

Not her family, not her husband, not her so called friends. Society hated her, especially when ‘someone’ discovered a story about sweet and innocent romance she had destroyed like the wicked bitch everyone thinks she is.

The guests were only here because you shared the charity with her just as much as you shared the man who funded it.

They came as a favor to you, you who was so sweet and kind and would never abandon a child you bore for a man who didn't love you.

If Grace knew about it, she’d die.

You made a mental note to send an invitation for your wedding in Paris next month.

February 14, a Valentine’s Day wedding for two star-crossed lovers in the most romantic city in the world.

Tommy was yours, heart, soul and body. She could have his name and money for now, but even that would be taken away from her in a heartbeat.

You'll be generous of course, give her some cash and have her return to Northern Ireland where she'll die in obscurity like she deserved. It's not like you'll ever need your late husband’s country home now that you have Arrow House.

“I heard from the housekeeper that he had every trace of her removed today.” Polly gave you a knowing look. She hated Grace for what she did in 1919. “Apparently this is the last time she is appearing in society as his wife.”

“Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.” You quoted like the saintly women you pretend to be.

[plz-and-spank-you]

Moon Knight episode 3 thoughts

we're halfway through babyyyy

Layla's birthday, like Marc's is also shared with her actress, May 🥺 10/28/1994 May is older being born 1986

this means Marc and Layla are about 6/7 years apart in age (if the year isn't forged as well)

Billy and Bobbi really followed Arthur to EGYPT what fucking simps

haven't seen Oscar run like that in awhile, made me think of Triple Frontier

THE FIGHT SCENE OMG

"are we dancing, are we fighting..." Idk Marc ask Steven 🤭

the adjustment from fist to palm he makes to not harm the kid even tho he's being a lil shit 🥺

HIS HAIR DURING THE FIGHT SCENE 🧎‍♀️

I feel like we got teased with that knife lick shot, it wasn't Oscar like in the training vid 😔

at least we still have this 🥴

the way they were knocking shit down and it didn't do anything to inhibit Marc's ability to catch them

"stupid pigeon" hehehe

WHO KILLED ALL THOSE PPL IF NOT MARC OR STEVEN 👀

Jake. it's gotta be Jake right?

ALSO. if it is Jake or another alter... shouldn't Khonshu know?! not telling Marc is a dick move (but he is a dick god so this checks out)

is it just me or was Yatzil feeling Marc a lil' can't blame her 😗

Arthur really manipulated a bunch of GODS they probably also just really hate Khonshu which didn't help the situation

Oscar Isaac should not look that fucking good in a hat ENOUGH

how tf did Layla find him-

the hair sticking out from the back of his hat 👉👈

the boat scene 😍

I love the lighting on it so much and when they grabbed each other's hands 🥺

how long ago did Marc and Layla get married I wonder 🤔

Confirmation Steven was around during their relationship, he just wasn't fronting

Rufino ESTRADA I see you executive producer 👀

Layla's comeback lines 🤌

Layla's crescent neck weapons are so cool and I hope she has more because them being left in Bek is such a shame

the squish the mummy made when it was stabbed will haunt me ty sound design

I love the way the camera shifts focus on the reflection when Steven is talking

what the fuck happened in Madripoor between Layla and Anton?!!! I assumed she screwed him over but I wonder if we'll learn specifics...

ALSO MADRIPOOR!!!!

hello Wolverine???!?

I don't want to get too excited tho because Bucky, Sam and Zemo went in Falcon and the Winter Soldier and I didn't see any mutants 😔

has the moon been full yet or-

Steven trying to talk things out then getting stabbed and noping out pffft

cool detail that the suit switches with the alter

"I summon the Gods you summon the worm." ngl that made me chuckle

I love that "worm" tho so watch your mouth 😤🔪

I think I saw BroDameron when they spun the sky back! I could be mistaken tho... so don't quote me on it. here's a pic I snapped

I really hope Marc didn't kill Layla's Dad but that seems like what's being implied 🙃

we finally met Anton, but idk seems like they killed him off, understandable considering what happened to the actor that plays him, Gaspard Ulliel, may he rest in peace

Layla's tablet is cool

I was so sure Arthur was going to smash the Khonshu stone figure the way he was holding it, I can't tell if he did tho

can't wait to see how episode 4 is going to start off omg

also I watched twice but couldn't find a QR code, if you saw one let me know plz I love these little Easter eggs 😊

[pxint-it-blxck]

Just about the last person that Regulus expected to see visiting his grave was Bellatrix. Not that he hated her or anything but, at this point, he was sure she hated him. If not before she placed her wand at the base of his neck than after. His body went rigid as the tip of her wand brushed the pale skin at the base of his neck. A tiny smile pulled at the corner of his lips as she spoke. Yes, finally, he was being recognized as something other than the perfect Black Heir.

The whole wizarding word was about to see how imperfect he was. His flaws on display for the whole family to see. Not a good little solider to fall in line with whatever his mummy and daddy wanted but thinking, manipulative, and traitorous being he had always been. There cause was worthless and Regulus had fooled them all. Be angry, he thought delightedly, through one of your famous fits Bella. "What are you going to do, cousin?" Regulus asked as a touch of amusement hung on his words. "Kill me in public? Surely you aren't that stupid." His eyes flicked to the few other people in the grave yard. Some held flowers for there loved ones, some wept bent over grave stones. Others just wondered aimlessly among them. He could feel the weight of his wand in his pocket but made no move to grab it. Instead, Regulus simply rolled his shoulders back, head turning to the side just a bit as he looked over over his shoulder at Bellatrix. "Why? Am I not allowed to visit my own grave? It is mine, after all." He pointed out a smugness coming over him now. He had won and in doing so, he'd made sure that Bella and everyone like her, had lost.

Bellatrix wasn't one for looking back much. And still she was found at the cemetery right now. Godrics Hollow was a place she liked to avoid altogether preferably but in the end, it was the place where her cousin had been buried. A young man who was also on the list of betrayers within the family. A young man who she despised because of it, but he was family in the end. And if anyone ever would accuse her of being sentimental, it would be the last thing they did.

The woman stopped in her tracks when a familiar appearance was standing at the tombstone she was walking towards. That was impossible... It was rage that slowly started to fill Bellatrix up at the sight of her cousin standing at his own grave.

She started to walk again, not caring that he was able to hear her come. Her wand was in her hand. "I was not trying to sneak up on you." Her voice was cold when she spoke, raising her wand to he would be able to feel the tip of her wand against the back of his head.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

[decaying-enigma]

Danny Phantom crossover

For the moment, Clockwork, the Master of Time, ignored the vibrating teen-sized ball of anguish and hormones looming directly over their shoulder. They were instead in favor of subtly manipulating a pair of idiots from creating a paradox from afar. Truly the bumbling of mortals was endless.

Unfortunately, such a trivial task took so little effort and attention for a being of his power.

Thus, Clockwork inevitably turned and raised an eyebrow at the obviously irritated half-a floating over their shoulder. Toxic green eyes glowed in annoyance and a mouth set in a stern (adorable) frown (pout).  

How precious!

“I’m not going to do it,” Danny announced immediately, not even waiting for the reason Clockwork had asked him to come to their lair.

Shifting into an old man, Clockwork chuckled, “I haven’t asked anything yet.”

“Yeah, but you have that shifty look in your eyes-err eye,” Danny stumbled, but still shot back, somehow looking even more like a glowing feral cat in spandex.  

Clockwork merely smirked, “And what 'shifty’ look would that be?”  

Danny actually growled. “Ugh! You know the look.” And began ranting in midair as he paced back and forth, “The ‘I need you to do something super important or space-time as we know it is going to be destroyed, blah, blah, blah!’ Like the time you throw me into Ancient Egypt to prevent some stupid mummy, or Mesopotamia to destroy that stupid meteor, or that one time I had to actually prevent a GIGANTIC VOLCANO from erupting! You made me fight an actual volcano. Who does that?! Do you even understand-.”

Amused at a moment, Clockwork merely watched as Daniel continued to throw his tiny tantrum-which would end in the next 36 seconds. 

While they couldn’t deny that they needed Daniel’s assistance with this particular situation, the problem wasn’t quite as dire as the young half-a seemed to think it was. 

At least, without their interference it wouldn’t be.

[Exactly 35 second later...]

“... I can never look at frogs again!” Danny finished yelling, coming to a stop directly in front of Clockwork.

Shifting back into a child, Clockwork grinned and leaned into their staff, “So you agree then...?”

An eye began to twitch violently.  

Wanna guess whose?

For what seemed like eternity, Danny glared down at the Master of Time with all the spite he possessed in his 5’6”, and admittedly scrappy frame. Which was a lot considering he was mostly held together by spite, pure concentrated will, and whatever else he had for lunch earlier.  

So, there they were, two extremely powerful entities floating. Eyes locked together in a battle of wills where only the strongest would come out victor-

“I’ll make you a few batches of cookies,” Clockwork offered suddenly-shifting into an adult as they did so.

“...Damn you, I’m in,” Danny huffed, not even an ounce of shame at giving up so easily.  

Danny knew just how stupid amazing Clockwork’s cookies were. He also knew just what he was willing to do to get some, thank you very much. Anything short of murder, and even that was questionable depending on the number of cookies offered.

Flipping moods, Danny grinned and cracked his neck, “So what’s the problem this time?”

Victoriously-just as they knew they would be-Clockwork nodded their head and affectionately squeezed the half-a’s shoulder, in place of a verbal praise, even though they both knew Daniel was going to agree with or without a reward.

Danny ducked his head slightly, but still leaned into his mentor/ghostly guardian/father(?)figure. He wasn’t sure the exact nature of their relationship, but he rather not go down that rabbit hole again. Luckily, his attention was directed back as Clockwork turned him as they spun their staff, causing a swirling image to slowly form into the image of.... the Earth? 

[INSERT POSSIBLE CROSSOVER]

Please like, follow and share any suggestions you might have with me for a crossover or just any type of fic you might be interested in seeing. Thanks!!!

[i-make-fun-of-spn-characters]

I feel like you've given most spn related things some lil spice but I always love the spice on this : hot spicy take on the "Dean is the most horrible character and ruins everyone's life and Sam and Cas are poor little meow meows who only do bad things sometimes because tyran Dean farted in their direction" takes that are not really only said by anti-Dean peeps ? Obsessed with that incredible thesis and would love the added spice ❤

SPICY HOT HOT GHOST PEPPERS CAROLINA REAPERS HELP I'M BURNING

I really try to respect other people’s opinions, and I believe there are a wealth of ways to interpret a story, and I think that’s a deeply beautiful thing. This applies to interpretations I don't agree with and outright dislike as well. That said, some opinions are simply and objectively bad, dishonest, and/or demonstrably false, and I truly do not believe you can sit down and honestly watch through the show with an open mind about all the characters, truly pay attention to what they do, say, and believe, and come to the conclusion that this show is about an evil manipulative abusive man terrorizing his pure and sinless brother and friend. It is an interpretation built from cherry picking facts to suit an ugly, miserable theory, making Mount Everest out of a bunch of the tiny mole hills, making the worst possible presumptions of feelings and intentions, and holding characters to completely different standards in order to neatly divide them into "abused" and "abuser" in a way that, frankly, fetishizes the abused person. I despise this interpretation of the story with every fiber of my being, and I have absolutely no respect for the opinion of anyone who peddles it, regardless of who they cast as villain/victim (because people have also done this with the others—it’s just more “popular” to do it with Dean... I mean... does anyone else remember how people were shitting on Sam after his emotional reaction in 14.12? Calling him an evil abuser? Because I do).

The thing that always gets me about this take isn't just how dishonest, unfair, mean-spirited, and compassionless it is in its treatment of Dean’s feelings, circumstances, and intentions... but how deeply reductive and offensive it is toward Sam and Castiel, sucking away their identities to turn them into effigies to mourn for their sad, Stockholm syndrome-esque attachment to their "abuser". Further, it grips the heart of the show—the relationship between Sam and Dean, and then the relationship among TFW as a whole—in a tight, uncompromising fist and pulverizes it. It literally rips out the heart of the show (the RELATIONSHIPS) and replaces it with something unprepossessing of any merit: A miserable, 15 years long story about a malicious abuser getting away with terrorizing those closest to him for his entire life, while his poor abuse victims suffer through until they die for him/happy to be reunited with him because they “don’t know any better” and never ever learned better, I guess. What a stupid, sad sack of a story.

Castiel is a thousands of years old celestial being who has literally beaten Dean into the pavement under no form of mind control, and has shown over and over again that he will do whatever the hell he wants, regardless of whatever Dean thinks about being sidelined. If he thinks whatever he is doing is in Dean's best interest, he literally does not care how Dean feels about it. He will nod and smile and then fly off and swallow thousands of souls with Dean begging him not to, shove Dean out of the way to attack the big bad, leave Dean alone in Purgatory, refuse to come out of Purgatory so he can self-flagellate, fly off with the angel tablet, help Sam with the Book of the Damned, let Lucifer possess him without anyone's knowledge or agreement, come into Dean's room under the guise of apologizing for ghosting him so that he can steal The Colt out from under his pillow and murder someone, decide not to murder that person and still prevent Sam and Dean from helping by knocking them both unconscious, get himself killed, make a deal to trade his life for Jack's and never tell anyone, hide information and worries and ignore phone calls, ghost Sam and Dean, and bicker and fight with Dean as if they are a married couple. Love sickness and feelings of worthlessness (which Cas has a wealth of reasons to feel—many of which aren’t even related to Dean but to his heavenly family) are reinterpreted as the result of some sort of constant, terrorizing emotional abuse. Power and authority that Dean does not actually have is forced into his hands by these fans. Maybe listen when Cas says, “Hey—not everything is your fault.” Maybe listen when he says “I loved the whole world because of you”, calls Dean a role model, says he enjoys their conversations, offers to die with him and dies for him multiple times. Maybe treat these feelings as genuine and valid and HIS and not as the delusions of some poor manipulated baby. 

Sam is framed this way even more often than Cas, and it's a damn shame, because what I typically see is this: Sam’s development into a mediator and peacemaker is twisted and reinterpreted as coming from a place of weakness and/or fear. Rationality, maturity, wisdom, and compassion are not the traits of a scared, powerless child. They are the traits of a mature adult, who has been beaten down by life, and fought and raged against his circumstances, and somehow come out of it with more kindness and understanding and strength instead of less. He has made his own decisions whenever it was possible, within the set of circumstances doled out to him. From telling his dad to go fuck himself and going to college, to getting back into hunting to avenge Jess (NOT because of Dean—Dean took him home without complaint at the end of the woman in white case), to continuing to hunt after their father died because he wanted to feel close to him (Dean was actually weirded out and sort of disgusted by this), raging and fighting to save Dean from his deal against Dean’s wishes, continuing to hunt and working with Ruby (directly against Dean’s dying wish), drinking demon blood, jumping in the cage, leaving hunting to go be with Amelia, coming back to hunting to save Kevin, fighting with Dean over what he had with Amelia and threatening to leave if Dean didn't shut his mouth, leaving Amelia to go back to hunting (Dean ultimately suggests he go back to her—Sam chooses to stay), trying to kill Benny, demanding to be the one to do The Trials and saying he is going to SURVIVE them—that being the ENTIRE POINT, losing that resolve in a fit of depression but choosing to drop the knife, demanding space from Dean (and being given it), fighting to save Demon Dean who didn’t want to be found or saved, using the Book of the Damned against Dean’s wishes, telling Charlie that this is what he wants—that he used to want normal but now all he wants is to hunt with Dean and that he doesn’t know what he’ll do if he can’t have that, unleashing the Darkness in his desperation to keep Dean with him and even saying, “I would do it again” in the aftermath, saving the town being destroyed by Amara, getting into The Cage with Lucifer, leading a team against the British Men of Letters, nurturing Jack, punching Dean in the face when he was going to sacrifice himself, leading more hunters, wielding a gun against Chuck... and that’s just some highlights. Sam Fucking Winchester does not need your bullshit about him being some sad, scared, helpless baby lorded over by mean old Dean who has never let him do anything he wants. 

Yes, in the text itself, there is jealousy and resentment at times, and there is legitimate and righteous anger on Sam’s part on a few occasions. There is blame cast on Dean by Sam for some of these choices/circumstances. Some of those moments where Dean is blamed are legitimate, and some of them... frankly, are not. Within the framework of the fucked up dynamics of the way they were raised, Sam and some fans bristle when they feel Dean is casting himself as the parent he is not, but Sam also has been guilty in the past of trying to reframe himself as Dean’s child when things got tough. Neither of them is responsible for the origin of that dynamic, but they BOTH have responsibility to change it, and they both, ultimately, succeed in doing so. For Sam, his part comes in recognizing and learning to fully own his own choices. Recognizing that he is not a child, and he is certainly not Dean’s child, and it isn’t just “Mummy—loosen the grip”, but Sam has to too—not claim independence only to blame Dean for his choices when his own decisions have an ultimate outcome he is unhappy with. That is a legitimate arc that Sam goes through imo, but he comes out the other side of it, and he and Dean relate to each other much better as peers from then on—and I’d like to note that throughout the entire series, when they don’t relate as perfect peers and teammates, it isn’t always Dean “bossing Sam around”, but Sam also trying to sideline Dean and yes—boss him around. And when they lied and hurt each other and yes, even manipulated each other, Dean most certainly wasn't always the one doing the lying and hurting and manipulating. Always, always, ALWAYS, they both had an understandable point of view, and it was complex, and you could understand why they made the choices they did, even if you thought of those choices as being wrong ones. 

I also would like to point out (because this is basically what I see all of the time) that Dean being hurt by someone or simply voicing his feelings or opinion is in no way abusive or manipulative. Dean is certainly charismatic and loved and his returning love and respect is often deeply desired, but he is not an actual siren, who bends people to his will simply by speaking or being. People are, in fact, able to tell him “no”, and frequently FREQUENTLY do. Further more, no one is owed his affection, his unwavering loyalty, or his trust. He has a right to his boundaries, regardless of if it makes some poor sad sap feel deprived of the “wellspring of coveted love” while he works through things. He can be hurt and angry, and he can wear his heart on his sleeve at times, and he can be flawed, and broken. [Insert Castiel's speech from 15.18 here]. So can Sam. So can Cas. None of them are manipulating each other by virtue of getting angry, feeling hurt, being traumatized, needing space, or having differing opinions or feelings. Sam didn’t punch Dean in the face in 14.12 because he's a cruel, manipulative abuser trying to force Dean under his thumb. He didn’t work behind Dean’s back with Ruby, insist on doing The Trials, beg Dean to use Doc Benton’s alchemy, use the Book of the Damned to cure Dean, pump him full of blood to cure him of being a demon despite the fact that it might kill him, or scream at him and fight him for wanting to get in the Ma’lak box because he “doesn’t respect his autonomy” and “wants to control him” and “doesn’t respect his right to his own body”. He did it because he loves him desperately, and Dean could stand to fucking hate himself less, and he fiercely wanted Dean to live even when Dean didn’t want to or couldn’t picture what that could be like. He didn’t force Dean to do anything simply by opening his mouth to voice disagreement and swaying Dean when he did so. Now reverse that. 

Cas didn't beat Dean into the ground in season 5 because he wanted to terrorize him into never going against Castiel ever again. He didn’t go behind his back dozens of times, sideline him, go MIA, all because he wanted to manipulate and control Dean and punish him. He didn’t throw sassy remarks at him to shatter his self-esteem. Now reverse that. 

*Breathes*

Anyway, fuck "X is abusive” interpretations. 

[zukka-pegged-by-suki]

ok so guys, remember that “my father always says azula was born lucky, i was lucky to be born” line? yeah, now explain to me why tf are we even considering OZAIs words?!?! like some people use this line as an argument against azula when its literally what OZAI SAID?!?!!?!!?!

Zuko’s good and bad luck, as well as Azulas. Was either of them lucky? Let’s see.

Please read all of it before drawing assumptions.

Zuko’s luck:

- has mums care and affection

- has irohs care and affection

- can get away with being a softie as a child, because he may get disregarded and called weak but lets be honest, azula wouldnt have been able to get away with his behavior because she didn’t have firstborn privilege (which is a thing while azulon lived) or mummy’s protection like he did.

before anyone comes at me i’ll expand a bit on the firstborn privilege. as first born he was instantly considered more important by the masses since birth, that might’ve changed later but before neither could bend that much was still a fact. which means azula wouldn’t really have any recognition for anything unless she surpassed him in every way, which is what became her goal especially when ozai became the one who spent more time with her rather than ursa, anyways lets continue.

- constantly receiving second chances; iroh, the gaang minus katara, katara, azula (even if not from the “good” side), ozai (no matter the intentions, this much is true), iroh again, mai, the entire fckng world.

- he had a guide and help throughout his long healing and learning process.

Zuko’s bad luck:

- Unloving father

- Mummy disappears

- Doesn’t train that hard and surprise surprise, is worse than azula. Because if he had really trained hard, he would’ve at least known the formations wether he was able to firebend with them or not, but he was just clearly trying to copycat azula while tripping over because he didn’t have that much experience doing it. This is something no one can change my mind about. How tf did he expect to excel if he didn’t train enough. This wasnt about luck but hard work which he didn’t put in, too busy playing with mum and the little turtleducks. And I do not hate Zuko, I really love him but this is just a fact and he’s too fixed on blaming everyone else for his own mistakes and problems (esp Azula). Like, im sorry to break it out to you honey, but Ozai hates you because he’s an asshole, and that’s his own fault, not Azula’s.

- Scar and exile time, we all know this.

- Ugly haircut because of dishonor

- Finally achieving his goal of regaining his “honor” but realizing it wasn’t what he wanted only when he was already at the Fire Nation palace having all the glory from Aang’s presumed death.

- Katara’s distrust after his betrayal (bc who would’ve expected that to happen /s)

- Getting zapped in an attempt to save Katara.

I mean except for the things related to Ozai, most of this was all consequences from his own actions.

And I’m sorry but I don’t understand the fixation he has with having Ozai’s love. Unlike Azula, he has had his mother’s love and his uncle’s love. He knows what real love looks like and he has never really seen anything that could imply Ozai likes him, while he has Iroh treating him like he’s his actual father.

I’m not invalidating his traumas in any way and terrible things did happen to him, but why is he so obsessed with Ozai and why would he choose him over Iroh, he’s 16 and has been with Iroh since age 13, he was also with Ursa for the majority of his childhood, make it make sense.

Azula’s luck:

- Uh she was born rlly smart i guess

- She had some natural talent and knew to train hard to shape it to perfection, as well as studying a lot about war tactics and shit ig

- Ty Lee and Mai loved her and she loved them back

I mean as far as luck goes, that’s it. Everything else was achieved on her own merit and even if she had no scar, her traumas are just as valid as Zuko’s, neither is worse or better, we do not compare traumas in this house and they were both terrible.

Azula’s bad luck:

- Bad mother (i’ll make a post on why Ursa sucks)

- No second chances

- Mum never said goodbye just like she never said “i love you” lol, except in that one hallucination

- Never has had any real help to heal (i’ll make a post on why the asylum was a trash idea that would’ve never worked)

- Can’t fully trust anyone, not even herself, or will be punished for it

- The only people who loved her, Mai and Ty Lee, “betraying” her (check out my post on that, its under #jinta’s commentary)

- Ozai psychologically abusing her all her life

- Some characters may have been lonely, but she was genuinely absolutely alone. And she knew it.

- Hurt and self-hatred channeled through anger like Zuko did sometimes when he had that shame shave ponytail, but with her, its all the time.

- Even his abuser abandons her

- Everyone hates her but forgives Zuko, Mai and Ty Lee. And it’s so annoying because all Mailee did that Azula didn’t was swap sides almost at the end, if the excuse is that they were being manipulated well Ozai was manipulating Azula so what’s the excuse.

- Is always believed to be lying but usually isn’t (check out my azula always lies post)

- Has a mental breakdown and nobody gives a shit?! Like the first think Zuko thought of was “ooh she’s slipping lemme take advantage of that”

- Has nothing and no one, yay

- Gets thrown into a stupid asylum but not rlly because there are no comics in ba sing se

While Zuko had Ursa and Iroh to protect him and stuff, she was victim of Ozai’s manipulation and psychological abuse all her life.

So when we know Ozai said she was lucky, why tf is anyone taking his word for it??!

Plus when Zuko was born they didn’t know how he would be and Azula didn’t exist so there was no way he could’ve been lucky to be born.

Zuko was very unlucky, but he was also lucky.

Azula was just unlucky.

edit: as bellatrixobsessed1 said, azula had the illusion of luck.

[4ishipit]

Ok ok ok, I know this is a stupid theory, but its in my head and I want to share. Ok, so, human Acca has some resemblance to Koito right?

Dark brown hair, glasses, green eyes, danglely bit of hair.

I think they are some kind of related. He works for Japan plati, who do have a history of making kids through things like IVF. Just like neiru, so could Koito also be like her?

She transfered to the school, and that reason was never mentioned. She also did get bullied but she never really seemed to be affect (although people do show emotions in differnt ways). After being badly bullied, she doesn't seem all that much like she cared. She wants to know if Ai got the video

After seeing that the video was useless. She still doesn't seem to care.

Instead she tries to comfort Ai. Although, as I said people deal with stiff in differnt ways and I could just be thinking to much.

Then Ai says that "we were friends, so why didn't she talk to me?"

Maybe beacuse there was something bigger at play?

What I think happend is, that Koito is/was appart of the Japan plati and was sent to make friends with Ai, only to k*ll herself, so Ai would become depressed and want her back. This would allow the Accas to meet her and gather more "Warriors". I also think Mr. Sawaki is involved and that its a similar story for all the girls.

Koito was always with mr.sawaki, and mr.sawki being handsome, would obviously make some students jealous which it did. Leading to Koito getting bullied (the more rational theory on why koito died, but even Ai doesn't think that's the reason as she doesn't know why she died). Its not like its a difficult plan to come up with. Even Momoe said only incredibly smart people could get into the Japan plati, who would be orchestrating this.

"Yes. I heard only people with really high IQs can join." So some incredibly smart people could come up with the plan.

Then at the end of the last episode the Accas talk about Thanatos and Eros. Needing to "Confront Thanatos, we need warriors of Eros, his polar opposite." So they are gathering "warriors" I guess these are Neiru, Ai, Rika, and Momoe. They went after them on purpose, and possibly even manipulated them before meeting them.

I think Mr.Sawaki is apart of this as we was close to Koito, and she was always with him.

I'm not sure on the relationship with all the girls. For Neiru, she had a sister, and she was "told" that her sister stabbed then jumped off a bridge. This allows, Neiru to want clarity on the situation and fight to see her sister.

Then I'm not sure for rika, she does say she thought Chiemi was rich as she was always giving her money. I'm pretty sure the japan plati has lots of money. And the probably staged the scene of Chiemi shoplifting, making rika annoyed and going off at her, giving a reason for Chiemi to die. She also mention that a fan (a stranger how could easily meet up and see her, possibly a person working at Japan plati?) told her Chiemi had died and didn't see it herself like how Neiru didn't. She also says that "she was skin and bones, like a mummy" and that "this isn't Chiemi". She probably died from starving herself after being called fat by a person she idolised, but that isn't how it works when you are staved. (Depending on the person and how much starving, everyone is different). Or maybe it really wasn't her? It was another body? She never sees her face as she is under a blanket. So rika feels guilty making her want to bring chiemi back as she feels guilty.

Then there isnt alot for Momoe, but she is related ro Mr.Sawaki who could be apart of the Japan plati. As he was around Koito alot, and not too long after she dies, he suddenly can make it as an artist and has a reason to leave the school? We don't really know anything about Momoe and Haruka reltionship, except she was the only person who saw Momoe on a girl, and was likely her only friend. Just like Ai and Koito. Then one day Haruka suddenly comes onto Momoe which triggers her, causing something bad happening between the too. Which led to Haruka committing s*icide, like with Rika and Chiemi. I don't know about you, but getting rejected then deciding to k*ll yourself, is alot. (Although, it does happen and is totally possible im not trying to invalidate their emotions, I'm just making a dumb theory). We also don't know if Momoe saw her died or heard about it. Nether-the-less, she misses Haruka, and feels guilty and also wants her back. Another Warrior for the Accas.

TL;DR: The accas/Japan plati set up everything. Picking the girls, and setting them up with the people they are fighting for, and giving them a reason to be in the dream worlds, to make them into warriors, to fight "Thanatos" .

[slashingdisneypasta]

Slashers / Horror Villains as: Animated (Children’s) Movie Villain Songs

+ A Nightmare Before Christmas 

First of all, its mostly Disney. Second of all, I hope you know that this was a struggle for me. 

Also, note, Bubba will be the only Leatherface in this post and Billy and Stu will be the only Ghostfaces. There is Norma Bates though, so sort of a consolation. 

There are links to videos on YouTube ^^

~~~

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher / Ghostface: Playing With the Big Boy’s Now (Hotep and Huy, Prince of Egypt) 

Well... they’re part of the ‘big boys’, now! They are part of the Slashers group that, uh, ‘inspired them’. Imagine instead of Egyptian Gods, they’re chanting Slasher names. 

[HUY] Pick up your silly twig, boy [HOTEP & HUY] You're playing with the big boys now! Ha ha ha ha!

[EGYPTIAN PRIESTS] By the power of Ra Mut, Nut, Khnum, Ptah Sobek, Sekhmet, Sokar, Selket Anubis, Anukis Hemsut, Tefnut, Meshkent, Mafdet... 

Chop Top and Nubbins + Bubba Sawyer / Leatherface: Kidnap Mr Sandy Claws (Lock, Shock and Barrel, Nightmare Before Christmas) 

I mean... they aren't Drayton’s minions, but they are like this XD 

I say that we take a cannon, aim it at his door And then knock three times And when he answers Sandy Claws will be no more

Yes you're so stupid, think now If we blow him up to smithereens We may lose some pieces And then Jack will beat us black and green

Kidnap the Sandy Claws Tie him in a bag

Chucky / Charles Lee Ray: In The Dark Of The Night (Rasputin, Anastasia)

Mystical man? Check! ‘Betrayal’ (As far as he sees it)? Check. Made them pay? Check; I think Nica, Sarah and all the other families he destroys throughout the franchise can attest to that. And ‘One little girl got away’? Well Andy isn’t a girl, but yeah. Check. 

I was once the most mystical man in all Russia When the royals betrayed me they mad a mistake My curse made each of them pay But one little girl got away Little Anya, beware Rasputin's awake

Drayton Sawyer: Don’t Fall In Love (Forte, Beauty and the Beast: The Enchanted Christmas) 

Its such a crochety, unessessarily rude way of describing relationships to someone! I mean, I understand completely and resonate deeply with the desire to be alone and not be responsible for anyone else, but- come on! Beast doesn't share your view! Let it go! 

Its just like Drayton’s reaction to Bubba having a crush. Super cool video too! 

As soon as your heart rules your head Your life is not your own It's hell when someone's always there It's bliss to be alone

And love of any kind is bad A dog, a child, a cat They take up so much precious time Now, where's the sense in that?

Freddy Krueger: No More Mr Nice Guy (Rothbart, Swan Princess) 

A man with an uncomfortable relationship with the main female character pretending to be normal and not homicidal for a while before unlocking more power and letting there inner bad guy loose and taking great pleasure in it? Sounds familiar. They also have a similar vocabulary- except of course Rothbart is rated G. 

I'll become that nasty, naughty, dirty, spiteful Wicked, wayward, way-delightful Bad guy I was born to be

Lyin' loathesome, never-tender Indiscreet repeat offender No more Mr Nice Guy That's not me 

Inkubus: The World’s Greatest Criminal Mind (Professor Rattigan, The Greatest Mouse Detective)

‘Inkubus’ is literally a movie about him listing all his crimes over the centuries and messing with the police force because he has a bone to pick with a detective. Sounds pretty similar to me! Listen to the song! ^^

Now comes the real tour de force Tricky and wicked, of course! My earlier crimes were fine for their times But now that I'm at it again An even grimmer plot has been simmering In my great criminal brain! 

Jason Voorhees: Despicable Me (About Gru, Despicable Me) 

I... this is all I could think of!! But the more I listen to it and read the lyrics... it f i t s Jason so well! XD Please just let this slide; I know Gru isn't really a villain but he is at the start!! Let me have this. 

Why ask why? Better yet "Why not?" Why are you marking x on that spot? Why use a blow torch isn't that hot? Why use a chainsaw? Is that all you got? Why do you like seeing people in shock? But my question to you is "Why not?" Why go to the bank and stand in line Just use a freeze gun it saves me time. I'm havin' a bad, bad day It's about time that I get my way Steam rollin' whatever I see, Huh, despicable me I'm havin' a bad, bad day If you take it personal that's okay Watch, this is so fun to see Huh, despicable me

Jennifer Check: Trust In Me (Kaa, The Jungle Book) 

She’s a succubus demon. Tempting boys into a safe-feeling, docile state so she she can strike is her thing. 

Will cease to resist Just relax Be at rest Like a bird In a nest

Trust in me Just in me Shut your eyes And trust in me

Mayor Buckman and Granny Boone: Savages (Governor Ratcliffe and the Colonizer’s parts, Pocahontas) 

Obviously, because of the (Inaccurate) historical relevance of both movies (Different time’s, same terrible prejudice,) and also because there is definitely a very cult-ish feel about both Governor Ratcliffe’s song and Buckman’s leadership. How easily they’re able to gather support from their people for the most horrible reasons. How horrifying it is to audiences and historians. 

They're only good when dead They're vermin, as I said And worse

They're savages! Savages!

Barely even human

Savages! Savages!

Drive them from our shore! They're not like you and me Which means they must be evil We must sound the drums of war!

Michael Myers: The Gospel Truth II (Muses about Hades, Hercules)

In a Disney movie, Michael would have others sing his song about him as he goes about his silent, determined walking XD 

If there's one God you don't want to get steamed up It's Hades 'Cause he had an evil plan He ran the underworld But thought the dead were dull and uncouth He was as mean as he was ruthless And that's the gospel truth He had a plan to shake things up And that's the gospel truth

Midnight Man: Oogie Boogie’s Song (Oogie Boogie, Nightmare Before Christmas)

A song about a “Gamblin’ Boogie Man” is perfect for the Midnight Man! He and Oogie could be pals. 

Woah! The sound of rollin' dice To me is music in the air 'Cause I'm a gamblin' Boogie Man Although I don't play fair It's much more fun, I must confess When lives are on the line Not mine, of course, but yours, old boy Now that'd be just fine

Norma Bates: Mother Knows Best Reprise (Mother Gothel, Tangled)

Norma is soooooo so so so unbelievably manipulative towards Norman (And Dylan. It just works better on Norman) and this song absolutely presents that. She can go from sweet, loving mother to spiteful, heinous bitch in two seconds if Norman or Dylan don't do what or react the way she wants them to. 

Likes you? Please, Rapunzel, that's demented

This is why you never should have left! Dear, this whole romance that you've invented, Just proves you're too naive to be here Why would he like you? Come on now, really! Look at you, you think that he's impressed? Don't be a dummy Come with mummy

Pamela Voorhees: My Lullaby (Zira, The Lion King 2)

In a opposite approach to a villainous mother to Norma, we have Pam, who was heartbroken by the camp councillors letting her son die and vowed to get revenge. She didn't know she was teaching Jason to be the Crystal Lake killer like Zira did, but she did, and the whole song does have her kind of feel to it also. 

Sleep, my little Kovu Let your dreams take wing One day when you're big and strong You will be a kingI've been exiled, persecuted Left alone with no defense When I think of what that brute did I get a little tense But I dream a dream so pretty That I don't feel so depressed 'Cause it soothes my inner kitty And it helps me get some rest

Patrick Bateman: Cruella De Vil (Arthur, 101 Dalmations) 

Never before was there a song that described audiences reaction to watching Patrick living in his daily life and hearing his thoughts better then this one. 

Cruella De Vil Cruella De Vil If she doesn't scare you No evil thing will To see her is to Take a sudden chill Cruella, Cruella De Vil

The curl of her lips The ice in her stare All innocent children Had better beware She's like a spider waiting For the kill Look out for Cruella De Vil

Pennywise (Both): You’re Only Second Rate (Jafar, Return of Jafar)

Mostly for the video and Jafar’s energy in this scene actually XD So many transformations, so many tasteless puns! I was going to give this to Freddy but its the closest thing to Penny I could think of. 

Go ahead and zap me with the big surprise Snap me in a trap, cut me down to size I'll make a great escape It's just a piece of cake You're only second rate You know your hocus-pocus isn't tough enough And your mumbo-jumbo doesn't measure up Let me pontificate upon your sorry state You're only second rate

Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt: Hellfire (Judge Claude Frollo, Hunchback of Notre Dame) 

A nasty filthy man who think’s he’s in the right despite being the biggest creep and monster ever? Mhm. 

*Note: I honestly didn't notice the deformed baby, Quasimodo/Thomas link until the day after I wrote this. Don't know how I feel about it. I mean, Hoyt is actually nice, in his way, to Thomas so the connection isn't totally there but onwards:

Beata Maria You know I am a righteous man Of my virtue I am justly proud

Beata Maria You know I'm so much purer than The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd 

End of Post! 🌼

(Bonus’ under the cut) 

I did think of other connections which I obviously didnt landed on but still have merit! Here! 

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher: ‘Gaston’ was considered, but that would have just been a joke XD I don’t think Stu is quite as obsessed with Billy as LeFou is with Gaston. 

Chucky: Friends on the Other Side. Obviously! That link was actually what inspired me to make this post. In The Dark of Night fits to a T though. 

Freddy Krueger: You’re Only Second Rate! Ah, its perfectttt. But No More Mr Nice Guy fits better. If I ever do a Slashers as Disney Villains post, he’ll be Jafar for sure. Or Hades. Or Scar. Or Oogie. Probably Hades. You know what? Without the gore and blood and explicit sexual references, Freddy could be a Disney Villain himself. Its not like Disney hasn't towed the line before with perverted villains. >_> (Jafar and Frollo) 

Jason and Pamela Voorhees: Mother Knows Best! Of course. 

Jennifer Check: Love is For Peasants (Barbie Island Princess) Because Jennifer thinks like this: 

Men? <<< Literally anything else. 

Patrick Bateman: How Can I Refuse? (From Barbie Princess and the Pauper) XD If Patrick were a kids movie villain, he would totally join the ranks of corrupted usurpers pretending to be trustworthy royal advisory staff. Also ‘Let It Die’, that little interruption part of another song that O’Hare sings in the Lorax and ‘How Bad Can I be?’.