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[diakaoniii]

Part 3 of my previous ask (sorry if it's getting annoying but I just can't help myself!)

Karl's wife found out she was pregnant with his child after a few days of that 'incident'.

She gave birth to a baby boy and kept him safe from his father.She became an overprotective mother as she knew what Karl did to his other children.But she knew she wasn't strong enough to protect him from Karl if he decides to punish her son, so she proposed something.

"I'll do anything you want. I'm ready to offer my life to you but please.... please don't do anything to my son. I'm begging you...."

If you'll be obedient to me, I won't have to punish you anymore, my precious queen.

He slowly approaches the woman, wraps his arms around her waist, buries his face around her neck and kisses her passionately.

All you have to do is show your beloved husband how much you love him~.

Whisper in her ear in a joyful tone while caressing her body with lust.

Unless you want our lovely son to get hurt~.

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[lvebug]

What changes do you think would be made between your muse as they exist in your head vs how they would be treated as part of canon?

What plot points would change due to the inclusion of your character in canon?

What role would your character play in the story? Are they a major player, or a one scene wonder?

what changes do you think would be made? honestly i think there's a lot of changes writer-to-writer because not everybody knows what to do with her. some of them make her more preppy/vain/generic popular girl. and some don't understand the nuances of her pacifism. but overall she is still andie idk. it's a comic book so nothing is consistent issue-to-issue, writer-to-writer anyway. everything and nothing is changed

what plot points would change? this is such a great question and also such a hard one bc [gestures at all of marvel comics history]. one of the biggest most direct things would be the probable inclusion of her in the spiderverse and spider totems / ezekiel storylines because it begs the question: if she was bit then was that On Purpose? but im too tired and dont remember the totems storyline enough to answer this question :) im sure there's also many other far most specific scenarios including just the idea that there's been a whole other spider-person for decades of comics but that is hand-waved by the fact that andie isn't usually involved in in Big Hero drama bc she's not a traditional fighter

what role would your character play? in the wider scheme of marvel comics and even spidey comics she plays a fairly small role. there's not a lot for her to do since she doesn't fight so she gets a bit sidelined. but that means that when she does show up it's usually very intentional and very specific, moving stories. she'll also have her own runs ofc

#I LOVE U #diaboluse #SNAIL MAIL LOVE LETTERS — asks

[crushsung]

she's been knocking for a good two minutes. "open up, asshole." she does this sometimes -- shows up announced with a less than friendly greeting. one of the perks (disadvantages) of knowing her. "i know you're home."

@diaboluse

#diaboluse #* in character. #* this is a love song. / main. #short for now but we can build on this #anyways! mean girl alert!

[celestialdetected]

Arawn was currently running on a "sure, this might as well happen." mentality. It was working well, he thought. It suppressed the fear and didn't allow him to get his hopes of survival too high.

Sure, he'd been picked up by a fucking mind flayer ship mere steps away from Baldur's Gate. Mere steps from his home, his daughter, and the entire life he was trying to get back to. Sure, he'd had an unknown parasite stuck into his eye. Sure, he was running around the crashing nautiloid listening to devils, gith, and mind flayers battle. This all might as well happen.

He just had to get out.

He almost missed the man, halfway out of his pod and struggling to free himself. Sure, that might as well happen too. Why not?

Arawn debated with himself for a moment, on one hand, this guy could be a thrall, intentionally placed in a precarious position to lure in would-be do-gooders. On the other, Arawn needed allies, desperately, if he was going to survive.

"I'm going to do us both a favor and assume you are not going to kill me if I help you." It was a big assumption. The part of his brain that still resided in prison screamed at him, it was a stupid decision. Empathy got you killed.

"Name's Arawn, by the way."

@diaboluse liked for a bg3 starter.

#diaboluse #i hope this is okay! #upon the risen road // bg3

[arachnidiots-a]

🍓 batting my eyelashes

@ mutuals send me a 🍓 and ill compliment u!

i miss you first and foremost. talking to you is so... calm. it's a fun time, and i've enjoyed it more than i can express. i've loved hearing about than, your portrayal of matt, and all the things that you love and adore. i enjoy talking about tattoos and i don't know how to explain it but it's just something so warm in my chest that grows when i talk to you. one of my most favorite things about you if i had to pick one is just the attention to detail you put into things. its very careful, there's a clear amount of research and understanding that goes into things. it's lovely

#diaboluse #INQUIRE WITHIN / asks

[inhcritance]

Harry wondered what it said about his life, these days, that he'd grown so unused to waiting, much less to being received: he was often the one either expected or being visited, trusting his assistant to make sure he could do the most of his hours.

It was relieving and strange both to be so far removed from that position, so much so that it verged on concerning. Alas, he had other matters to worry about that afternoon, especially as he was shown the way to Matt Murdock's office.

It had been a long time since he'd seen the man, and it had always been at FEAST. Mostly because when Harry needed a lawyer, generally his first choices were those employed by his father. Not this time, however, not for this.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Murdock." He greeted the man, tone pleasant enough. "I'm glad we could meet on such a short notice."

Because the situation was not yet dire, but it could become so, depending on the interests at play. And Harry did not yet know those, only that there were.

And perhaps he didn't make the best case for himself, dressed in expensive business clothes and moving with the usual confidence people expected of him, but then again people would see what they expected to see.

Even if he'd mentioned both FEAST and legal advice when making the appointment, and hoped that at least curiosity or concern would offset the unwelcome weight of his family name.

@diaboluse

#diaboluse #(( verse: main earth 1048 ))

[hinokvmi]

@diaboluse said / ' rescue for vash! ' [...]

there   are   carmine   contours   in   the   distance   that   vash   thinks   are   MOUNTAINS   but   can't   be   sure-   not   with   the   heat   licking   up   his   back,   eating   through   the   many   layers   he   throws   on   to   hide   the   ugly   of   his   skin.   even   the   bird   who's   back   he   rides   upon   seems   to   be   begging   for   a   reprieve,   but   one   won't   come   until   they   stumble   across   the   next   town,   always   running   with   the   vulnerable   back   of   his   skull   facing   the   nozzle   of   a   gun.   he   makes   it   another   thirty   minutes   before   the   sea   of   sand   is   broken   up   by   a   spot   of   color,   one   he   almost   misses   until   he's   right   up   upon   it.

but   it's   not   just   anything.   it's   a   person.

he   pulls   on   the   leather   reins   until   the   bird   slows   to   a   stop,   hopping   disgracefully   off   of   it's   back   with   an   aborted   stumble   to   get   a   closer   look.   what   he   sees   is   a   child,   dark   hair   played   across   the   sand,   looking   incredibly   worse   for   wear.

and   at   first   glance,   vash   thinks   he's   dead.

but   there's   a   puff   of   air   and   rolling   grains   of   sand,   vash   thinks-   '   oh.   oh   thank   god.   '   and   scoops   him   up,   draping   him   over   the   back   of   the   bird   even   though   he   takes   up   all   the   available   space,   winding   the   leather   reins   around   his   fist.   he   gives   a   tug   to   prompt   the   creature   into   moving   and   vash   trudges   on,   more   DESPERATE   for   help   than   he   had   been   literally   seconds   before.

it's   almost   nightfall   by   the   time   he   reaches   civilization.   the   kid   still   hasn't   stirred.   vash   dutifully   ignores   the   curious   stares   and   asks   politely,   the   nicest   person   he   sees-   IS   THERE   AN   INN   AROUND   HERE?

he's   pointed   in   the   general   direction   and   has   to   sidle   the   unconscious   body   off   of   the   bird   and   tie   it   up   to   a   post,   hefting   the   weight   over   his   shoulder   with   the   prosthetic   attached   so   he   can   keep   a   steady   hand   on   the   back's   of   the   kid's   knees.   he   almost   doesn't   have   enough   for   a   room,   but   it's   really   only   the   bed   he's   after.   when   he   gets   up   the   stairs   and   flicks   on   the   light,   he's   surrounded   by   rickety   wooden   furniture   coated   in   a   layer   of   dust.   truly,   he   does   not   mind.

he   sets   the   body   on   the   bed   and   pulls   the   threadbare   sheets   over   his   chest,   wondering   when   he'll   wake   up.   if   he   will.   there's   a   chair   by   a   two-legged   desk   that   he   drags   over   to   the   bedside,   plopping   down   with   an   exaggerated   sigh.   he's   at   least   out   of   the   sun,   curtains   doing   their   best   to   keep   the   rays   at   bay.   for   now,   it'll   do.

#... ⁺☆˚･ﾟ⁀ ic. / ( vash the stampede. ) #... ⁺☆˚･ﾟ⁀ inbox. / ( answered. ) #ofc its their first meeting. its the first thing i thought of LMAO #diaboluse #injury tw #medical tw

[shesniktarch]

#diaboluse #its the same picture

[nclson]

** ' for you buddy ? ' foggy grinned and reached an arm out to squeeze matt's leg, ' yes, cat murdock will be back any minute. '

— @diaboluse : *points at his lap* is this seat taken

#diaboluse #** 11:11 // m a t t m u r d o c k ( diaboluse ) #* hawaii stay awake ( main. )

[diakaoniii]

Question for Carla, what's the one human invention that confuses you the most? Also what's one thing discovered by humans that's also confuses you the most?

Carla: The smartphone thing and the other technological devices. Everything can be done from a small phone... I really do not understand.

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[exghul]

thunder & earthquake!

THUNDER: describe your muse’s voice: is it soft, loud, grating, soothing, etc? damian's voice has a wide range to it. i don't personally like the va they gave him for the dcau movies nor the supersons game - neither quite truly fit him. as he's still young, he doesn't have a rumble -- but it'll be there as he grows. he speaks smoothly, each word is perfectly enunciated and he takes great pride not to mumble or break that poise in his tone. he speaks properly and makes an effort to keep his voice as level as possible ( when not throwing a baby rage fit ). as such, his tonal indicators are the most common way to identify his true emotions: when he sounds sheepish, even ashamed, his voice softens. it loses its edge and quietens but his words don't change.

when he yells, it's truly a bellow from the depths of his chest. it doesn't often crack or give way to missteps. it rattles your sternum to hear it, the closest he can get to a proper rumble for a long time. it's also important to note that damian actively takes care to ensure that he speaks with as perfect an accent for the language he speaks in as possible. similar to this david draiman interview from '03 is how i imagine his voice as an adult. specifically, the depth and the general monotone way of delivery. he eradicates fillers from his speech as thoroughly as possible as to ensure that only his intended message is ever conveyed. this came from brief speech therapy as a child to ensure that he would master the skill.

EARTHQUAKE: does your muse know any secrets that could ruin someone’s life? oh certainly, he does. the most recent in canon he carries the existence of the demon bisu, his grandmother, and the entire existence of lazarus island: a concentrated ley line with a massive pit dug at the center. prior to his newest ventures of exploring his mother's family past, he actually didn't have many. he's not interested in gathering secrets as currency so he will typically forget a secret told to him as it's deemed unimportant to him and his own future or he is simply not told. as he is close to very few people, no one that isn't related to him is particularly interested in sharing their secrets.

the second nobody might count as a secret -- that if he shared her existence with the wrong people, she would surely be hunted just like her father before her. i don't think they've revisited her story since rsob unfortunately. my canon though, they're good friends and stay in touch --- when asked who he is communicating with, he tends to avoid the question rather than offer evidence to her existence.

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS -- ACCEPTING ! @diaboluse ♥

#diaboluse #i dont have a good grasp on his voice as a kid unfortunately #ironic as its the voice i write the most #but he's so ... like ? text based? #he's so broody and quiet ( when hes not stamping his feet ) #so he's 95% introspection and 5% snarky or rude remarks #either way the ppl who /have/ voiced him? not right for my portrayal #i have to watch d.cau movies on mute bc i just Cannot fathom the voice for him #ANS. #⊰ ℜ ⊱ ┊ i need not for your absolution; do not hold that sword over me. ┊ DAMIAN WAYNE: CANON.

[lvebug]

♖ - spring outfit

♗ - summer outfit

♘- fall outfit

♟- winter outfit

as mmuch as i want to making you 4 little collages rn will make my brain explode so you just get some images.

#winter has 70 more layers tho xoxo #diaboluse #LOVE IS AT THE CENTER OF IT ALL — dash games #BARBIE DREAM SPIDER — visage

[bledf1rst]

MARK GRAYSON plotted starter [...]

for @diaboluse

mark   woke   up   and   the   very   first   thing   he   saw   was   his   mother's   face   raw   and   unguarded,   filled   with   so,   so   much   concern.

"   don't   try   to   talk.   you're   going   to   be   okay.   you're   safe   now.   it's   all   over.   "   and   wasn't   that     just   the   statement   of   the   century?

he   wasn't   so   sure   he'd   ever   feel   safe   again.   getting   pummelled   by   the   lion   guy-   battle   beast?-   had   been   one   thing,   but   this   had   been   his   dad.     who   went   to   his   baseball   games.   who   he   grew   up   with,   depended   on,   and   loved.   his   mom   offered   him   a   drink   and   mark   could   barely   get   it   down,   his   throat   too   sandpapery   and   dry.

"   ...     i'm   so   proud   of   you.     "

for   doing   what?   getting   his   ass   handed   to   him?   just   sitting   there   while   his   dad   slaughtered   hundreds   of   people?   while   mark   helped?

the   tears   came   suddenly,   hiccuping   weeps   that   made   the   concave   of   his   ribs   ache.     he   couldn't   look   his   mother   in   the   eye   any   longer-   knowing   how   badly     he   fucked   up.   knowing   how   big   a   part   he   played   in   just   minutes   of   inevitable   destruction.   why'd   he   have   to   go   and   call   himself   a   hero?   at   this   point,   he   was   just   a   kid   playing   dress-up.

"   -i'll   let   you   rest.   "

the   rest   of   the   week   passed   in   a   haze.   he   could   get   on   his   feet   finally   and   he   followed   cecil   on   some   psuedo-tour.   went   home,   saw   his   friends,   and   ranted   to   that   allen   guy   that   worked   with   the   coalition   of   planets.   after   that?   mark   was   drifting,   mostly.   whether   he   was   alone   or   with   people,   his   ability   to   stay   present   in   the   moment   would   slip   from   his   fingers   time   and   time   again.   at   first   it'd   be   background   noise,   then   white.

and   then   dull   ringing   he   couldn't   really   find   the   energy   to   decipher   into   words.   he'd   been   staring   at   the   same   page   of   the   newst   issue   of   seance   dog   when   his   mom   called   him   downstairs,   way   too   soon   for   dinner.   he   didn't   think   much   of   it   and   came   down   anyways.

"   -mark,   "   she     looked   as   tired   as   he   felt,   bags   under   her   eyes,   but   dressed   impeccably   in   the   presence   of   a   guest,   "   this   is   matthew   murdock.     do   you   remember   me   mentioning   him   coming   over?   he'll   be   helping   me   with   some   legal   stuff   today,   just   in   the   dining   room.   "

mark   glanced   over   and   saw   that   there   was   already   and   slew   of   papers   spread   out,   his   mom's   laptop   working   overtime.   he   nodded,   "   -uh,   yeah.   sure.   i   remember.   "   he   didn't     actually,   but   he   wasn't   going   to   let   his   mom   worry   more   than   she   already   was.   she   had   enough   of   her   plate.

"   mr.   murdock,   this   is   my   son-   mark.   in   light   of   ...   recent   events,   he's   been   staying   home   from   school.   just   until   the   media   loses   interest.   "

mark   tentatively   ventured   into   politeness,   "   it's   ...   nice   to   meet   you.   "     i   guess.

#» ... MARK GRAYSON ( ᶤᶰᵛᶤᶰᶜᶤᵇˡᵉ ) / in character. #injury tw #medical tw #death ment tw #» ... STARTER ( ᵗʰʳᵉᵃᵈˢ ) / closed. #diaboluse

[pyreshe]

matt in 9 for the lil art meme…? 🥺

babygirl,

#diaboluse #stinkiest guy

[arachnidiots-a]

‘trick or treat’ 👁️

it’s a treat!

you can pick three !

#happy halloween my dear friend! #diaboluse #inquire within / asks #food cw #food tw

[nightmdic]

     It had been a rather long night for her, an exhaustion deep in her muscles as she slowly finishes tidying up her recent work on him; just a few stitches, but nothing luckily too major or life-threatening. If anything for now, they seemed to be having between each other a rather peaceful moment, finding herself curious about this patient of her’s more and more with each visit. 

     Daredevil. Someone she’s had to bandage and stitch up a few times now, after so many finally getting Matt Murdock as his name; in comparison to a few of her other patients, he wasn’t quite as clever at hiding his identity.

     The calm moments bring bonding, hearing his curious comment about hands that once she’s finished putting everything away, steals the small rolling chair nearby and uses it to sit before him where he rest atop the medical bed, hands reaching out to lightly ghost near his own, a simple request given without words.

     “Well then, if you can tell so much about someone by their hands - what do mine say?”

@diaboluse​

#diaboluse #(hehe)