#tw gang mention

[cobraes]

it’s  a  great  morning  to  think  about  how  shawn  payne  grew  up  before  idolising  his  father  and  resenting  him  for  not  being  around  more  at  the  same  time.  the  worst  part  of  it  was  knowing  how  irrational  that  resentment  was.  his  father  is  a  hero!  but  that  didn’t  stop  him  missing  the  man  like  hell  when  he  was  on  tour.  given  the  fact  he  grew  up  a  street  fighter  &  one  of  his  friends  is  a  known  thief,  i  can  only  assume  he  was  pulled  into  bad  shit  long  before  juvie,  which  i  think  checks.  i  think  it  was  easy  for  people    (  especially  criminal  gangs  )    to  take  advantage  of  his  anger.  this  guy  has  been  caught  up  in  some  messy,  dark  business,  i  just  know  it.  which  makes  his  season  six  growth  all  the  more  meaningful  to  me  because  he  wants  out.  he  wants  kenny  out  before  he  has  to  feel  the  same  shame  he  does  at  letting  that  father  down.  there’s  a  part  of  shawn  that  has,  ultimately,  given  up  on  himself.  he’s  made  his  mistakes    &    he  has  to  live  with  the  consequences  of  them,  but  kenny  still  has  a  shot  and  that  means  something  to  him.  that’s  what  he  fights  for. 

[iceicewifey]

shamelessly copied Sinner /j /lh and did one of those Araki style character sheets for Shay to see if i could share her info easier and I'll say it worked 😳

had to redo the template because I'm stupid and the layout kind of confused me plus I'll never pass up an opportunity to make my own version of whatever thing fjdnfjdgb but I hope it makes sense. alot of the info can be found in her mini bio, but it was still fun to fill this out. plain text under the cut because it's alot to read. thanks again to sinner for both posting theirs and providing the original template ♡

editing because this is so outdated already 😭

Name / Nicknames

Shayleigh Disa Malmsteen / Shay, Spanky (childhood nickname), Dee (from Hol Horse)

Age

23 (SDC)

Sex

CIS Female

Birthday / Zodiac Sign

August 12th, 1965 / Leo

Blood Type

O-

Birthplace

Miami, FL USA

Height

5'4" / 162cm

Weight

~137lbs / 62kg

Sexual Orientation

M-spec

Hair Color

Platinum blonde

Eye Color

Pale icy blue // Pink (Manga)

Eyesight / Colorblindness / Wears Glasses?

Slight myopia Not enough to warrant glasses.

Dominant Hand

Left

Type of Voice

High pitched / "soprano" A bit scratchy from smoking

Medical History

Minor nerve damage from particularly deep scar in right forearm, partially perforated septum (corrected; from cocaine use) Uterine Arteriovenous Malformation — required surgery

Scars / Birthmarks / Tattoos

Numerous scars on hands, arms, torso, shoulders, back, legs, and left eyebrow // Barbed wire tat around right wrist, palm tree on left ankle, devil tail on lower back

Other Defining Physical Features: Nose, Eye Shape, Chest Size, Legs, Moles, etc.

Slightly downturned doe eyes, small slits in eyebrows (left has hair displaced by scars, right is shaved to match). Larger than average chest (~E cup)

Race

Caucasian

Religion

N/A

Nationality

American

Ancestral Background

½ Swedish on father's side

Criminal Record / Education

Criminal record is extensive. Dropped out of high school during 11th grade but stopped attending long before then.

Formative Experiences as a Baby or Young Child

Grew up without birth mother (passed away soon after she and her twin sister were born), Father worked as motorcycle mechanic and would frequently bring his daughters to work; fostered her love of motorcycles at a young age. Dealt with abusive stepmother for ~7 years.

Sexual History / Lovers

Several boyfriends & a girlfriend during high school years, numerous ‘flings’ throughout mid 80’s. Not on good terms with any exes.

Thoughts Towards Romance / Marriage

Says she’s indifferent. Would like to get married, but wants it to be with “the right person.” Has trauma from parents about relationships.

People the Subject Looks Up To / Idolizes

Evel Knievel, Lemmy Kilmister

People the Subject Hates

Her father. Stepmother, Lydia. Stepbrother, Adam. Half brother, Viggo. Estefania, Jotaro Kujo, Polnareff, Nukesaku

Personality Traits / Habits / Fav. Sayings

Tends to hide her true emotions, acts apathetic. Cautious around new people, especially if they know who she is and she doesn’t recognize them. Her defense mechanism tends to make it so she comes off as rude or abrasive. // Honestly just enjoys telling people that annoy her to shut up.

Dreams for the Future

Wants to eventually return to Miami. Wants to build her own custom Harley, right down to the paint job. Wants “a buncha badass lookin’ tats” to cover her more prominent body scars.

Fears

Drowning, being strangled, seeing more of her friends die in front of her, upsetting DIO and having to face his wrath.

Most Traumatic Experiences

The years of emotional and verbal abuse from her stepmother and stepbrother. Her first night in jail. Witnessing the deaths of some of her closest friends at the hands of the gang they once belonged to.

Relationships - Incl. Behavior

Neneh is the first best friend she’s ever had; loves her dearly and would kill for her if she asked. Misses her dearly while in Cairo. Gets along well with other Terence T. D’Arby, Kenny G., Enya, and most other mansion residents. On DIO’s better side. Romantically involved with Vanilla Ice.

Familial Relationships - Incl. Behavior

Hasn’t seen her sister since 17, misses her. Got along very well with Swedish grandparents, used to visit every Christmas as a child; visits slowed and eventually stopped upon her father remarrying. Positive relationships with maternal aunt, Caroline and her daughter, Rita. Gets along well with ‘pseudo father’, Ozzy, misses him while in Cairo. The gloves she wears to hide her scarred hands were a gift from him.

Problematic Relationships

Relationship with father was good as a young child but has deteriorated. Misses how he used to be, hurt that he chose a new partner over his daughters. Never had positive relationships with stepmother or stepbrother. Never really got along with former “boss���, Estefania despite trying. Feels no remorse for her death. Her murder is the reason she ends up in Cairo.

Education / Work History

John F. Kennedy Middle School (Miami, FL) Elizabeth Cobb Middle School (Tallahassee, FL) Lincoln High School (dropped out; Tallahassee) Has never been formally employed or had a ‘legal’ job.

Economic Class

Grew up middle class, struggled with money after being kicked out.

Pets / Plants

Never had pets. Had a monstera clipping that grew in the motel room she lived in.

Personality

STUBBORN. Hates being told what to do and will often do the opposite. Tends to clash with authority figures. Has a bit of a sharp tongue, she’s wary of strangers and tends to speak her mind freely, even if what she says isn’t exactly polite. Used to act out rudely for attention from a bad home life but grew out of that phase. Rarely rude to strangers without reason nowadays. Insanely devoted to friends and loved ones, likes going the extra mile to show that she loves and cares for them. Very outgoing, a bubbly ‘people person’ and a bit of a ‘party girl‘. She’s typically laid back and enjoys being surrounded by those she loves. ‘Bitchiness’ is a defense mechanism stemming from trauma; “If I don‘t care, I can’t get hurt.” She’s a spitfire with a feisty side and a terrible temper, never one to back down from a fight and will start one if she’s worked up.

Strengths

Loyal to the end, skilled with knives and using her stand, won’t quit until the task is done or it kills her, can seemingly sense when someone is upset, can pick things up with her feet

Weaknesses

Hedonistic, lower physical strength than muscular male opponents, argumentative, easy to anger, extensive criminal record, bottles feelings Deep down she’s scared and hurt, hiding behind a façade to escape any future pain

Special Skills / Fighting Style(s)

Mostly accustomed to street fighting. Fights dirty; punching, hitting, slapping, kicking, biting, hair pulling, nothing is off limits. Skilled with using switchblades. Likes to use her stand to trip non-stand user and see their confusion when they stumble.

Weapon(s)

Wields twin automatic “stiletto” switchblades, keeps them hidden in her boots

Driver's License / Vehicle of Choice / Driving Language

Obtained learner’s in 1981 and full license in 1983 but had been illegally driving since she was ~14 // Prefers motorcycles over cars. Favorite bike is the 1973 Harley Davidson FL Electra-Glide // Typical Florida Driver™. Has a lead foot and tends to speed. Tends to get a bit aggressive at times and will partake in road rage if provoked.

Hobbies / Recreations

Likes to draw things she thinks are cool; skulls, motorcycles, tigers, devils, playing cards. Tinkering with her bike, watching trash TV, riding motorcycles with friends, swimming, etc. Often upset she can’t do much of this in Cairo

Likes & Dislikes

Likes metal music, leather pants, motorcycles, billiards, chicken shawarma Dislikes formal clothing, being bossed around, running out of hairspray, driving in the rain, prudes

Food / Clothing / Shelter

Had a few outfits (a lot of them shoplifted) and mostly ate instant or microwaveable food while living in a motel paid for with money from ““odd jobs”” // Kept most of the same clothing upon moving to Cairo, despite her style clashing with local culture. Lives and works in DIO’s mansion

Motives / Passions

Self preservation, making “a shit ton of money”, has thought about killing her stepmother in the past but doesn’t want to deal with the consequences

Favorite Color / Locations / People

Dark teal, black, hot pink // South Miami Beach, Aunt Carol’s house // Neneh, Terence, Vanilla, and Enya

Fashion Style

Wears a lot of tight and overly revealing clothing after years of being forced to dress “like a proper girl” as a child. Likes wearing leather and wants to look like the girls in the metal magazines (i.e. Doro Pesch)

Used Substances

Tobacco, alcohol, marijuana (formerly), cocaine (formerly addicted)

Perfume / Cologne?

Used to wear “City Girl” perfume, but prefers scented lotions.

Any Accessories?

Crescent moon earring worn only on her left ear (twin sister wears the other), two hoops on right ear // stud on left side of nose // black leather fingerless gloves to hide scars

Supernatural Abilities / Attuned to Spirits?

Not necessarily sensitive to spirits but sometimes feels what she assumes is her mother’s presence when she sits on the beach alone at night. She can’t explain it, but it’s somewhat comforting and tends to happen when she’s stressed or upset.

Accent / Dialect

Miami accent; pronounces the ‘L’ in “salmon” // speaks in short form and slang often (i.e. wanna, gonna, ain’t) // drops the ‘g’ on words that end in ‘-ing’ (i.e. swimmin’ )

Anything Else?

Knows how to juggle. Allergic to shellfish. Not a serious reaction but the kind that makes her throat tingle. Used to think it happened to everyone, not just her.             ↓ “Everybody’s throat tingles after crab cakes. It’s part of the experience.”

[methylphenidatedreams]

*deep sigh* dream time before i forget:

First of all, this was all Tom Taylor’s nightwing. So, Barbara was batgirl and dick was a himbo. Anyways, babs had decided to infiltrate a gang against dick’s warnings that it wouldn’t end well for her but the gang decided to use her as a patsy because she was a noob/posing as a gang member’s girlfriend and set her up for a murder. Dick being his cop self was given point on the case (after gloating a bit that he was right) and was trying to prove her innocence. Also i think he was meant to represent her in court because dream logic? Anyways babs had managed to get a bunch of other cops on her side and get them to help her prove her innocence. Like, she got a conference room despite being in police custody, that’s how good she is. Dick was helping but also being a bit of a nuisance and cracking jokes/trying to be the center of attention/cheering up babs. Which is when i realized this was meant to be a romcom and i found this so ridiculous i woke myself up.

[his-name-is-stewart]

3 | Better Than Them

Like most kids who had joined the Jokerz, Ghoul had idolized the original Gotham villains - criminals who had taken over the city’s streets. Joker in particular stood out as the villain that knew how to cause chaos and have fun. Even though Ghoul wasn’t a huge fan of the more “traditional” clown getup, he could get behind the idea of the Joker. That’s why his first big undertaking had been Joker’s Venom.

He’d been with the Jokerz a year or two, and his intelligence had fairly quickly cemented him as leader of his own little group. And of course, it took no convincing at all to get them all on board with the idea of recreating the venom - Joker was their idol, after all. He’d been real proud of the results of that - the effects, the casualty, even. To be honest, the prison sentence only sweetened the deal - to have his name, GHOUL, in the headlines for recreating the chemical designed by Gotham’s most infamous villain? He was smiling as the police cuffed him.

And then getting broken out of Arkham by the Joker himself? Even without being sure it really was him, he was thrilled. But that was about where the fun of The Joker ended. Ghoul was not a big fan of being knocked down from team leader to henchman - but hey, what was he gonna do, fight the guy? And then there was Bonk. He may have been annoying and overly aggressive, but he didn’t deserve that. And he was their teammate. Their friend, even.

They all knew it wouldn’t be the same after that. Put on an act, make Joker think they were “with him,” and maybe if they were lucky they’d survive the ordeal. Ghoul didn’t think it was very funny.

By the end of it all, between Bonk and how close they’d come to being burnt to a crisp by the lazer Joker had set on the city, Ghoul was done with - disgusted by - anything even remotely related to The Joker. Once he got out of Arkham after that - let off easy because he and his team were “under duress” - he didn’t go back to the Jokerz.

He found he preferred working on his own - making his own plans and keeping his own profits. And holy hell, was he glad he’d never adopted the clown gimmick.

Of course, it was harder to have fun on his own. He had to establish himself first - become well known, trusted. Well, as trusted as a criminal chemist could get in Gotham. Even with his successful recreation of Joker Venom, no one who wanted anything interesting was gonna come to him. Just people who wanted a little something off the record. Once some lady who didn’t know who he was came to him asking for a duplicate of a perfume that had gone out of production in the early 2000s - that one was real fun.

But then again, he wasn’t really trying too hard to find challenges. He wanted something interesting, but… it wasn’t like he’d really gone searching for something new. Just… stayed where he was, waiting for it to come to him.

Scarecrow was right. He was afraid.

Being on his own, all alone - it wasn’t really something he’d ever faced before. After he’d run away, he went right into joining the Jokerz. Sure, it wasn’t like he had friends, by a long shot, but if he was getting up to something, he wasn’t the only one involved. He had people to fall back on, to hide amongst. If something went awry, he wasn’t ever facing it alone. (Or, more accurately, he wasn’t running away alone.) But like this? There was no one, no backup plan if some deal went south. No one to call for help.

Simple, boring projects were safe. Ghoul kept enough chemicals in his back pocket to neutralize some thug who thought they could get the best of him. But supervillains? Working with Joker was all he needed to see that if they didn’t want him around any longer, he wouldn’t really have much say in the matter. Sure, maybe the supervillains of the modern era weren’t quite on Joker’s level, but they were stronger than Ghoul and he knew it.

But playing it safe wasn’t how he would have fun, and it certainly wasn’t how he’d live up to his potential. He was better than the Jokerz. And he was better than every project he’d been hired to take on since he went off on his own.

Ghoul had heard of the Scarecrow’s fear toxin before - of course he had. The Scarecrow and his chemical were in almost every book about Gotham’s villains that he’d stolen from the library as a kid. Something about the fear toxin, though… it just always seemed too serious. Too… close to home.

It had always seemed like fear was the one thing Ghoul could never run away from. It followed him from one stage of his life to the next, an unrelenting reminder of how much of a coward he was. 

Maybe being under constant surveillance for most of your young life just had that effect.

Gotham Academy was riddled with cameras - the headmaster wanted to make 100% sure that nothing was happening on academy grounds that could cause a problem for the school. It was a bit uncomfortable, but it was pretty justified.

At home, on the other hand - there was hardly a corner of his childhood home that wasn’t under constant surveillance. The ever-watchful eyes of his parents didn’t stop at the walls of the house, though. They didn’t even end at the borders of the estate.

They had used their money and power to worm their way into the surveillance systems of the city. They were everywhere.

Ghoul lived in hell. Constantly, painfully, terrifyingly aware that there was nowhere he could go where he wasn’t being watched. Monitored every second of his life, trying desperately to tip-toe around the beatings and screaming reprimands he knew he’d endure if he stepped out of line - or hell, even if he didn’t.

It felt like he was being suffocated. The uniform button-up, tie, and blazer of the Academy he had to wear everyday choked him with the reality of just how trapped he was. He was always afraid.

And then he ran away. Left behind everything that had kept him fearful - and immediately stepped into a world full of threats much worse than his parents ever were.

Initiation with the Jokerz left him feeling more helpless, sick, and fucking terrified than he’d ever felt in his life, and he had sworn to himself that night that he would never let himself feel that way again.

Messing with fear toxin felt too much like playing with that weakness. Even if it was a challenge of his caliber, to recreate such a thing then play off of the formula until it was stronger than the original, there was a part of him that was intimidated by what it could do.

But if he could turn that kind of fear on someone else… He remembered how exhilarating it was the first time he realized people were truly terrified of him. How his return to the Jokerz after their sick “initiation” had scared the shit out of them, and earned their respect nearly instantly.

He’d love to feel that adrenaline rush again - and the thought of a worthwhile project alone was enough to be exciting. So, he didn’t waste another second to begin his research.

[godscobhhq]

Captain Hook from Peter Pan Name: James Bartholomew Hook Age: 38+ UTP Profession: Fisherman, smuggler and gang leader Pronouns: UTP FC suggestions: Lewis Tan, Ben Barnes, Clive Standen Availability: Open

Biography UTP

Notable character information: James has the town fooled into thinking he's an honorable living fisherman, when he's really head of one of largest and most dangerous gangs in Godscobh; the crocodiles.

[skltart]

the sillys

[trophywifemac]

IT'S ALWAYS SUNNY IN PHILADELPHIA ↳ S15E05 “The Gang Goes to Ireland”

[baby-tini]

Do you think Mikey [all timelines] smoke weed?

Uhm.. fucking yes. CW- weed, smut Toman\OG Timeline- I feel like OG Mikey has smoked weed a couple times in his life, I definitely think he's a cougher though, no matter how much he smokes. THIS MAN WILL COUGH UP HIS LUNGS. He doesn't like it too much either, he doesn't like not being in control of his body and he HATES the smell. If you want him too smoke with you... you better find some that isn't super strong or potent in smell, like blue mystic, durban poison or northern lights. Also he hates cotton mouth and gets BAD munchies. Manila- Yeess. This man smokes. He smokes quite a bit too, he loves sativa and anything fruity like, purple punch strain, blue gelato 41, he likes blackberry too but only on occasion, he's quite picky when it comes to taste. He doesn't really cough a lot, sometimes on the first hit he may but that's it, he can hold it for a bit too. PLUS, this man can fucking roll, so good too and he can make the 'o's. He loves doing shotguns, specifically when he has smoke in his mouth and you french kiss him, he'll hold you to him by the back of your neck so that you hold it longer. Also he is the BIGGEST fan of high sex, he's a lot rougher and more intense when having sex while high. Folding your legs and pushing them towards your stomach as he fucks you, hand wrapped around your throat as he growls in your ear. Best sex you'll ever have in your life. Guarantied. Kanto- He did it once but besides that, no, he doesn't smoke weed, I genuinely believe that he dislikes everything about it. He hates the smell, the taste, the cottonmouth, the munchies and that the smell sticks to his clothes. He's also not a fan of the red eyes that he gets from smoking, also he's always busy and he needs to be fully concentrated on running Kanto, he can't really do that with his head all foggy. The one time he did smoke though, he was staring off into space for hours, he was completely out of it. Bonten- He's tried it, but he does harder shit, so, weed is rarely his go to. He only smokes when he wants too relax and chill. I do, however, fully believe that he's the sleepy type, he smokes a blunt and he's out an hour later. He rarely gets cottonmouth and the munchies aren't very frequent for him, also, he never coughs. He does however, become very deep when he smokes. He has the deepest conversations, asking you about your dreams and inspiration as he brushes his fingers through your hair. He definitely does become more affectionate while high. Kissing you non-stop as he nuzzles into your hair and breathes you in. Street racer- He does, not as much as Manila Mikey does, but it's still pretty often. I will say however, he's a very messy roller and some of it falls out from the paper. So, don't let him roll if you wish too smoke a whole blunt and not just less then half. He definitely fucks with indica strains and hybrids. He's a cougher, not as much as OG Mikey, but he still coughs. This man always gets munchies, it's inevitable, so if you're gonna smoke with him, MAKE SNACKS/HAVE THEM PREPARED BEFORE-HAND. He likes too exhale it out of his nose.. only to sneeze multiple times, seconds later. He's so fucking clingy when high, you can't leave. so if you gotta piss, do it before or you're not gonna do it at all. This Mikey is also a fan of high sex, but he likes it and is, very lazy. Commonaly, he'll be fucking into you while you're on your side, a hand between your legs rubbing your clit as he whines and pants in your ear.

[mikimakiboo]

Tw: slight mention of self-harm

Silly headcanon about Killer being ridiculously good at yo-yoing, and I mean VERY good, he's a true master

How did he get so good you may ask ?

Well Dust gave him a yo-yo once, told him to play with it instead of doing self-harm, and at first he found it stupid and only rarely used it, but then he started using it more, he knew the others didn't like it when he harmed himself so he tried his best to use the yo-yo Dust gave him instead

With time he ended up being good at it and actually catching an interest in yo-yoing until it became his new favorite hobby and he is now the best yo-yo master

Dust (and the others) are very happy that Killer found something else to occupy his mind instead of doing sh and they like watching him put on his little yo-yo shows in the livingroom because he always looks so proud to show them his new tricks

[pfhwrittes]

okay so i lied about not continuing the werewolf thing. have another blurb.

trigger warnings: alcohol mention.

the skin on the back of your neck prickles uncomfortably as you watch the four strangers traipse into your pub, your territory, from behind the bar.

they're clearly scoping out the exits as they move through the early evening crowd and you fight the urge to growl as three of them peel away to sit at ed's usual booth in the back corner.

"alright mate? four pints of hobgoblin ruby. cheers."

your eyes snap back to the mutton-chopped stranger in front of you and you offer him a short nod, ignoring the affable twinkle in his shockingly blue eyes.

"£19.76."

"didn't realise the price of a pint went up so much." the stranger whistles lowly at the cost and fishes out a crisp £20 note from his wallet which you take carefully, avoiding his calloused fingers.

"mm." you shrug and hand him his change, ignoring the smell of copper from the till drawer and move away to grab the glasses and beer mats.

over the smell of hops and long extinguished cigarettes you catch the sharp scent of metal, not unusual but in this particular instance it makes your nose itch and a low rumble sounds from your chest unbidden.

silver.

[artisticdysfunction]

when will people realize. when will people fucking realize that there's more to fucking RAMCOA than the satanic panic bullshit.

cults count as RAMCOA.

trafficking humans of any kind is RAMCOA.

gangs and cartels can absolutely inflict RAMCOA.

there is so much more to RAMCOA then the youtube video essays about the satanic panic. RAMCOA is a spectrum of experiences. it's not some mythical shit you only see in gratuitous horror movies. it's real and it happens every fucking day.

[the-100-percent]

Anti endos when they call a mentally ill neurodivergent minor delusional and say they should kill themselves: 🥺👉👈

And then when you call them out they'll say "b-but the mwean endos awe faking a disorder!!1!!1 💔" like stfu bitch and what if we are faking?? Who are you to judge? We already ask ourselves whenever we wake up if we're faking, so stop adding onto our stress please 💯💯

-☠️+⬜+👠

[randooffthestreet99]

HEAR ME OUT

Nightmare/Dadmare who is immortal. His boys, who are not.

Nightmare having to come to terms that, after a long, and as happy as they could have life, his boys were gone. Really, truly gone. (He keeps their dust in little jars with their jackets in their rooms)

The hatred he would hold about how unfair it was, that he had all eternity with the people he despised the most, and his boys were gone.

Nightmare going on a rampage once they are all dead.

Nightmare eventually coming to accept their deaths and grieving. Finally, finally making peace with everything and coming to begrudgingly accept his brother.

And once all the hatred, all the regret, the Negativity has left him, he reverts to his original form.

And Nightmare gets to see his boys again.

[methylphenidatedreams]

i had a dream that instead of meeting batman, cass cain fell in with a boy and it completely changed who she would become. now she wears her hair in pigtails and tank tops with short skirts and she works for his drug trade. this group meets up with We Are Robin one day because someone's been attacking members of both gangs. whoever it is - the cops or another gang or jason - show up to this meeting and massacre both groups. the survivors, including cass and duke, are then adopted by the fantastic four for some reason

[starlightwoofwoof]

OH OH OH I have have an idea for how Streber gets akumatized!!

Maybe it could involve an argument with his friends? Like they're trying to help him, but Streber's usual stubbornness mixed with the Lingering Trauma causes him to lash out instead and storm off

Tbh when I saw that art of Count Bloodsucker attacking Ethan I had the idea of him attacking all his friends and turning them into his servants, y'know, just like a real vampire! (ba-dum tiss)

So then it's like a horror movie where the HH gang is getting hunted down one by one, and they're trying not to die as Gregor's trying to find and stop Count Bloodsucker before he hurts anyone else

OOOOOOOOO

okay this sounds interesting I honestly really like this idea, I know I already have some ‘argument’ backstories but hey, another one wouldn’t hurt lol

let’snottalkabouthowgoofythatsecondoneisum- but ye (the akuma is going towards his cape from across the room lol)

I also haven’t thought about Count turning his victims his own servants- I was originally just gonna have them, like, bleeding out to die there, but this is cooler :D

here’s a little demonstration I thought of for that, featuring this kind gentleman ✨ (idk where the rips came from lol)

gosh the whole ‘horror movie’ thing is so cool too- THIS IS MAKING ME EVEN MORE EXCITED TO WRITE HIS CHAPTER JEKNWJEHEENNEUEKWMWWNWHKWKWMMW

[shsl-leader]

system doubt is so funny. i figured this out over a year ago. my family knows. apparently i talked to "voices in my head" as a child. i have had near death experiences and still could not imagine the body as anything except the current fronter. but what if too many fictive??? system fake because im all fictive????? i cant Enjoy Media and have Disorder, brain too Stupid.