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void-of-unparalled-chaos · 6 months

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Rending Flesh From the Bone

Ah yes, the dpxdc "drabble" I decided to write for Halloween. Honestly not too enthused with how it came out but posting it anyway. I feel like some parts feel a bit rushed and there might be some plotholes. Oh well. As always, feel free to add on if you so desire.

TW: Gore, Cannibalism, Vomiting, Zalgo Text

Translations for the Zalgo are available at the end.

AO3 version

“Are you sure about this, Hood?”

Dick stared at the entrance of the abandoned subway tunnel, Jason practically vibrating out of his armor beside him.

For once, it was Jason who had broken into Dick’s apartment and not the other way around. He was rambling something about the Joker and needing Dick’s help, and who was Dick to say no? His little brother never sought him out on his own, let alone asked for his help. Never. Dick was so proud! If he rewarded this behavior then maybe Jason would do it again, and somehow that would lead to Dick being able to give him his highly sought-after best big brother hugs whenever he wanted. Dick was still figuring out the intermediate steps.

The point is that Dick needed to help him, regardless of if this was all based on a gut feeling and not even a whisper that the Joker was around let alone planning anything. What the hell, Dick thought. Sometimes gut feelings are right, and push comes to shove, Dick will follow Red Hood around Gotham until his paranoia dies down. Then Dick can lovingly bully him into brother bonding time.

So here they were, staring into the gaping mouth of an unused tunnel.

There are worse ways he could have spent his night.

Jason grunts, fists clenched as they gaze into the blackness. “It’s almost Halloween. You know how these freaks get this time of year.”

Dick concedes the point.

“Come on,” Jason bumps against his shoulder as he stalks toward the blackness, “He’s down there I just know it.”

Dick shrugs and follows him in.

Something about it is oppressive. Like something is warning them to turn back or face the consequences. Dick swallows. He shouldn’t be getting so worked up over this. He had been in closed dark spaces like this before, tighter ones even!

“Dick.”

Jason is pointing to the ground. Dark splatters. Blood. Fresh, and more than just a little nosebleed.

They make their way further in, following the convenient blood trail even as the urge to turn around gets stronger. They only walk a few feet before a loud scream breaks the silence.

“I fucking told ya Nightwing!”

Dick grunts in response as they sprint down the tunnel, following the blood down twists and turns.

The two vigilantes slide to a stop as the tunnel breaks into a new one. There is something in this new tunnel. Something large and glowing. The Joker is screaming as it bats him around.

Dick can’t bring himself to do anything but freeze, watching and assessing.

The first thing he sees is the crown. It floats crookedly above the creature’s white hair, bathing the tunnel in light with its green fiery glow. The being’s face almost looks humanoid, with long ears tapering into points. Its body is long and spindly like a man who had been left starving on an island for several weeks. The vertebrae in its neck are visible even underneath its skin. The spinous processes of the vertebrae break through the flesh, creating a long row of protruding bones that clack and rattle as the spine moves. Its pelvis juts out as if only a thin layer of skin is covering it. The ribcage is on the outside of its body like some kind of fucked up turtle shell. Space was underneath it, the purples and blues of nebulas and the blackness of night and twinkling stars and planets rested underneath the bones.

The creature has the Joker by the neck. It reminds Dick of a cat Damian had fostered, one that had kittens and would carry them gently between her jaws. There is nothing gentle about this though. Red blood drips down to the ground as the Joker thrashes to try and free himself. The jaws tighten viciously around him and the creature shakes, flinging him around like a chew toy before slamming him down into the ground with a growl.

A skull flashes underneath its face as if its skin and cartilage are merely a transparent overlay. Sharp, jagged bone peaks rise up smoothly from its mandible in a mimicry of teeth.

The creature’s jaws are still wrapped around the Joker’s throat. He’s scrambling, screeching underneath the being despite the teeth that should be cutting into his vocal cords. The Joker scratches at its chest, trying to push it away. It merely makes a low staticky hissing noise, one of its hands pinning him down by the shoulder.

The other arm raises upwards in the air. It's too long for the body of the creature, fingers tapering into sharp points.

The claws slash downwards.

The Joker choked on a scream as the digits tore his chest open like it were tissue paper. Mouth still wrapped around his throat, the being flipped a flap of skin and fat upwards like it was turning the page of a book.

The Joker continued to struggle, blood and something green gurgling out of his mouth. The being maneuvered itself until it crouched to Joker’s side, twisting his neck with it.

The Joker stilled.

At first, Dick thought he was dead, but then he saw movement inside his chest wound.

His lungs.

His lungs were still moving.

Dick can see his lungs breathing.

The creature reaches its hand back down into the Joker’s chest, wrenching the ribcage open with a snap. The Joker begins to struggle once more, red blood and green liquid splattering on the ground.

One of the clawed hands replaced its teeth, pinning the Joker’s head down as it stuck its face inside the chest cavity. The Joker suddenly froze. When its face remerged a glowing violet orb was held between its teeth. Red and green dripped from its face.

The green was familiar.

Glowing green.

…

…Lazarus water?

The tooth-like protrusions pierce the orb with a crack.

The Joker falls silent.

His lungs are no longer moving.

The being’s head tilts back, the shattered orb disappearing down its gullet. It hunches back down over the corpse. The slimy wet sounds of its hands and head digging into the body are sickening. Dick watches as its head remerges with what looks like a kidney. The kidney follows the orb.

Dick snaps out of his shock, but not quick enough to muffle his strangled gasp.

The being catches sight of them, green eyes, lazarus green, boring into them. Dick can see the dark hollows of the skull’s orbits underneath them. His head pounds.

The creature began to stand. Its joints, too many joints, creaked as it unfolded its legs. It seemed like it struggled to maneuver its stiff limbs. Like it’s fighting against rigor mortis Dick noted absently.

Now standing at full height, the being’s crown nearly scraped the top of the ten-foot ceiling. Its maw parted, blue vapor billowing out between the spiked protrusions that were its teeth. The putrid stench of death and burning flesh that invaded the tunnel had Dick gagging. He quietly covered his mouth as he tried to bite back the bile in his throat.

He glanced back at his brother to find that Jason had taken a step back. It was impossible to see his expression under the helmet, but Dick could read the tightening of his shoulders. Fear. Deep, primal fear. The kind of fear you feel when you know there are no more options. When you know fighting or running is pointless.

Here, at this moment, the infamous Red Hood looked less like a feared crime lord vigilante and more like a one-week-old gazelle face to face with a lion.

Dick reached to pull Jason out of sight but the pounding between his eyes made him uncoordinated. He tripped over his own feet and crashed into Jason’s side, gripping his shoulder with shaking fingers as he righted himself. Jason didn’t budge, remaining stock still despite the extra weight of his older brother against him.

The creature stared at them, the piercing green glow of its eyes brightening with a spur of power. Its head tilted to the side until it came to rest at well over ninety degrees. A pointed, frostbitten tongue lolled out between its teeth to lick its bloodied face clean.

“C̷o̷m̶p̴a̵n̵y̵?̵” It sounded like the desolation of space, the static of electricity, the explosion of a star, the final screech before death.

The space trapped in its chest began to bleed through its ribs, twinkling stars and asteroids and galaxies escaping the confines of their prison to drip down the being’s waist. It ran over its legs, building and thickening until a long serpentine tail had replaced the limbs entirely. Even as the coils moved, the stars and planets stayed in place as if the tail was merely a window. Watching it made Dick motion sick.

Even as the elongated spines stretching out of its back clanked together in the mimicry of a death rattle, the creature made no move toward them. Another puff of foul-smelling mist escaped its mouth.

“Y̶o̷u̸ ̶s̵h̴o̷u̴l̵d̶ ̴b̶e̵ ̸m̴o̴r̷e̸ ̴c̷a̴r̸e̴f̴u̷l̵,̷ ̸l̴i̴t̷t̶l̷e̸ ̶g̶h̸o̷s̴t̶l̷i̸n̷g̸.̸” It’s voice boomed, “Y̴o̸u̵ ̶a̸r̶e̵ ̷n̷o̶ ̷m̵a̸t̸c̶h̴ ̷f̴o̵r̴ ̸m̶o̵s̷t̷ ̴s̸p̵i̴r̴i̷t̴s̴ ̵a̸s̸ ̷y̵o̵u̵n̷g̴ ̴a̷s̶ ̶y̶o̵u̶ ̷a̸r̵e̵.̷ ̷E̶s̸p̷e̸c̵i̶a̶l̴l̷y̶ ̶n̴o̵t̷ ̴o̶n̴ ̶S̵a̶m̷h̷a̶i̷n̷.̶”

The two brothers remained frozen in place. The stars in its tail flickered until millions of eyes were boring into Dick’s soul. With a stuttering gasp, Dick stepped back again. Jason refused to budge despite his urging. The next time Dick blinked the eyes were stars again.

The being chuckled at them, “N̵o̴ ̴n̶e̸e̵d̷ ̵t̵o̶ ̵f̸e̸a̶r̵,̸ ̵g̸h̵o̶s̶t̶l̸i̴n̴g̶.̸ ̴I̸ ̵d̴o̵ ̷n̶o̶t̴ ̶w̶i̸s̵h̴ ̵y̸o̴u̸ ̷n̷o̵r̴ ̸y̴o̶u̴r̸ ̴f̵r̸a̷i̵d̷ ̴h̵a̵r̷m̸.̶” Dick found that hard to believe considering that they had just watched it eat the Joker’s kidney, “Y̸o̵u̴ ̸a̷r̴e̵ ̵v̵e̸r̸y̶ ̴l̵u̶c̸k̶y̴ ̶i̶t̵ ̴w̷a̴s̴ ̴m̶e̵ ̸w̴h̷o̸ ̸y̶o̷u̵ ̷c̸a̸m̷e̴ ̵a̶c̴r̷o̸s̸s̵ ̶r̸a̴t̷h̷e̵r̸ ̷t̵h̵a̷n̴ ̴a̵n̷o̴t̶h̶e̶r̵ ̷s̴p̷i̸r̸i̴t̸.̵ ̷M̶a̷n̶y̶ ̵w̴o̸u̶l̴d̸ ̷h̸a̶v̸e̷ ̵e̷a̷t̴e̴n̵ ̸y̸o̴u̶ ̴b̵y̷ ̵n̴o̴w̶.̴”

“I-” Jason finally choked out, “What?”

The being lowered itself until it was at eye level with Jason. It evaluated him once more before jerking back with what seemed to be an expression of surprise. “O̷h̷ ̸l̵i̶t̷t̵l̷e̵ ̴g̴h̴o̶s̴t̴,̶ ̶y̶o̶u̴ ̸a̴r̵e̸ ̵m̴u̸c̴h̴ ̸y̸o̷u̸n̴g̴e̴r̶ ̵t̶h̷a̶n̸ ̶I̵ ̵h̸a̷d̸ ̴t̵h̵o̵u̸g̸h̵t̵!̵ ̴Y̴o̵u̶r̵ ̷c̵o̴r̸e̵ ̵i̴s̴ ̷n̸e̷w̶ ̶a̷n̷d̵ ̸u̶n̶d̴e̷r̵n̴o̸u̸r̶i̶s̸h̵e̴d̴.̶ ̸N̴o̵ ̴w̸o̴n̸d̵e̶r̶ ̷I̷ ̴h̵a̸d̴ ̷n̵o̷t̴ ̴s̸e̸n̴s̵e̵d̵ ̸y̸o̶u̶ ̶b̷e̵f̵o̷r̷e̶!̴ ̶H̵a̵v̷e̶ ̶y̶o̷u̴ ̷b̵e̵e̵n̵ ̶e̸a̷t̸i̷n̴g̶?̸”

Its tone seemed almost doting, motherly even. The image was broken by the fact that it was currently leaning closer toward them, supporting itself on what was left of the Joker’s exposed ribcage.

Jason shook his head in dumbfounded horror.

The creature seemed to take it as an answer, humming in what felt like parental disappointment. “Y̶o̶u̷ ̵n̵e̴e̴d̸ ̶t̷o̷ ̷t̶a̵k̸e̵ ̷b̴e̸t̵t̵e̸r̶ ̷c̸a̶r̸e̴ ̶o̷f̶ ̸y̴o̴u̴r̵s̸e̷l̶f̴,̴ ̵l̷i̸t̴t̷l̶e̵ ̶g̶h̵o̸s̵t̴.̵ ̵I̵'̴v̸e̴ ̴n̵e̸v̴e̶r̸ ̸s̵e̵e̵n̷ ̴s̵u̶c̵h̵ ̸a̶n̴ ̸u̶n̷d̷e̸r̶n̶o̴u̸r̸i̸s̵h̸e̵d̶ ̷c̶o̶r̷e̴.̸ ̷Y̷o̶u̴ ̸m̴u̶s̷t̷ ̸b̷e̷ ̷a̵b̵l̷e̸ ̴t̸o̴ ̸f̸e̸e̶l̷ ̸t̶h̵e̸ ̸e̸f̷f̵e̷c̷t̵s̴.̶ ̵A̴r̴e̴ ̶y̴o̴u̶ ̴i̵n̸ ̸p̸a̵i̴n̶?̴”

Dick knew that he was. If it wasn’t the emotional torment of the pit madness it was chronic pain. There had been many nights where he had to tend to his brother, trying everything from painkillers to ice packs to numbing cream in an attempt to stop it.

Jason nodded hesitantly, “Yes…” he took his helmet off, letting it drop to the ground. His eyes were burning lazarus green, “It hurts all the time… like there’s a fire burning in my chest. It gets hotter and hotter and hotter until I feel like my brain is gonna melt outta my ears.”

The creature slithered closer with a rumbling coo. It offered a hand to Jason. Its fingers curled unnaturally. It looked like it had an extra knuckle. “C̷o̷m̷e̴ ̵h̸e̷r̸e̴,̵ ̸g̴h̷o̴s̵t̷l̷i̸n̸g̶.̴ ̴I̷ ̷w̶i̴l̶l̸ ̸s̸h̴a̸r̸e̴ ̷m̶y̶ ̸c̷a̴t̵c̶h̴.̷ ̷I̵ ̷c̵a̴n̷ ̶s̶e̴n̴s̴e̵ ̸t̵h̴e̸ ̵c̴o̵n̷n̸e̵c̴t̶i̷o̷n̷ ̶t̴h̴i̵s̵ ̷r̸e̸v̷e̷n̴a̴n̸t̴ ̴h̴a̶s̸ ̸t̷o̷ ̸y̶o̶u̵.̶ ̷A̸s̸ ̵y̷o̷u̶r̴ ̷k̷i̵l̸l̶e̶r̶,̶ ̵f̵e̸a̵s̷t̴i̴n̸g̶ ̸o̴n̷ ̵h̵i̷m̶ ̸w̷i̴l̵l̵ ̴h̷a̸v̶e̷ ̶e̸x̶t̸r̶a̴ ̶b̶e̷n̸e̵f̸i̵t̷s̴.̸”

Jason reaches out to accept the hand. Dick throws himself between them, “Little Wing, what the hell! You aren’t seriously going to… you're not…”

“I… I need it, Dick.” Jason wiped drool from his lips. Dick caught the flash of fanged teeth, sharper than they should have been. “I don’t know how to explain it but I just- I’m so fucking hungry.”

Dick… Dick wasn’t scared of Jason. He wasn’t. But at that moment, he felt like he needed to run. He wouldn’t. He wouldn’t abandon his little brother to this…thing.

“I̸ ̵u̶n̵d̴e̸r̶s̸t̵a̷n̴d̵ ̷y̶o̴u̶r̴ ̸a̵p̶p̷r̸e̶h̴e̷n̶s̷i̵o̸n̵.̵” the being addressed him, Dick struggled to look it in the eyes, the pounding of his head increasing, “A̶s̷ ̷a̷ ̶l̴i̷v̵i̴n̷g̴ ̷i̸t̸ ̴f̴e̵e̶l̸s̷ ̴w̷r̶o̶n̶g̵,̶ ̶s̴i̶c̵k̴e̴n̴i̶n̵g̴ ̶e̴v̷e̷n̸.̷ ̴I̸t̷ ̵t̷o̸o̶k̷ ̸m̵e̴ ̶a̶ ̷l̶o̸n̴g̸ ̸t̵i̴m̷e̵ ̵t̵o̸ ̷c̵o̵m̶e̶ ̶t̶o̴ ̷t̷e̸r̷m̸s̸ ̸w̶i̶t̴h̸ ̴i̸t̴.̷ ̵I̶ ̴u̸n̵d̶e̵r̷s̸t̶a̴n̶d̸.̸ ̴B̷u̴t̵ ̴i̵t̷ ̸i̵s̷ ̸s̸o̵m̸e̸t̷h̶i̸n̷g̶ ̷o̷u̸r̵ ̷s̴p̸e̷c̷i̵e̵s̸ ̷n̸e̸e̶d̵s̸.̵ ̸S̵u̶r̸e̷l̸y̶ ̴y̷o̷u̴ ̸m̶u̷s̴t̷ ̴h̴a̸v̸e̷ ̷w̴i̴t̸n̴e̸s̴s̵e̶d̸ ̶t̴h̷e̴ ̴e̴f̴f̶e̷c̴t̴s̶ ̶o̴f̴ ̶s̵t̶a̶r̴v̷a̸t̶i̶o̶n̴ ̵o̴n̸ ̸y̵o̷u̶r̷ ̶f̵r̵a̶i̷d̸m̶a̷t̶e̸?̵”

Moments flash through Dick’s head. Jason breathes as he struggles against the pit so hard that Dick starts to worry his brother will pop a lung. Jason looked at the remains of another destroyed glass in dismay, before practically sprinting to hole himself up somewhere Dick couldn’t find him. Jason sobs into his shirt, begging him to make it stop, to take the pain away as Dick watches on helplessly.

“I̷t̵ ̷w̸i̷l̵l̶ ̵o̷n̶l̵y̷ ̷g̷e̵t̵ ̷w̴o̸r̴s̸e̶ ̶i̷f̷ ̶h̴e̷ ̷d̵o̶e̶s̴n̸'̶t̷ ̸e̵a̶t̴.̵ ̶E̴v̶e̵n̵t̸u̴a̴l̸l̵y̸,̸ ̵t̴h̴e̵ ̵s̶t̶a̶r̴v̷a̵t̶i̸o̵n̵ ̸w̴i̷l̵l̵ ̶b̴e̶ ̶s̶o̷ ̸b̷a̶d̸ ̷h̷i̸s̵ ̴c̷o̴r̵e̵ ̷w̷i̸l̷l̴ ̷s̷e̵l̸f̵-̷c̴a̷n̴n̷i̵b̷a̶l̵i̵z̴e̷.̵”

“How do I know you’re telling the truth?”

“I̶ ̷a̵m̵ ̷K̶i̶n̷g̷ ̷P̶h̵a̴n̸t̵o̶m̵ ̵o̸f̷ ̵t̶h̴e̸ ̶I̴n̶f̶i̵n̷i̶t̸e̶ ̶R̷e̶a̸l̴m̷s̴,̷ ̶t̴h̷e̶ ̵A̸n̶c̵i̶e̵n̶t̵ ̵o̵f̵ ̵S̸p̸a̶c̸e̸,̶ ̶P̷r̸o̶t̶e̴c̵t̸o̷r̷ ̴o̶f̷ ̶t̷h̸e̸ ̵L̷i̸v̵i̷n̸g̸ ̸a̵n̷d̴ ̸D̷e̸a̴d̴,̷ ̷t̵h̷e̴ ̶O̸n̸e̴ ̸W̶h̶o̶ ̷L̷i̴e̴s̷ ̸I̴n̶ ̴B̴e̷t̸w̴e̵e̴n̵,̷ ̶t̴h̶e̷ ̴K̵i̴n̶g̵ ̸o̷f̶ ̶G̶h̷o̴s̸t̷s̵.̴” What almost looks like a smile splits across his face, “I̴f̸ ̶I̶ ̴w̵e̶r̴e̵ ̷n̵o̸t̵ ̶a̴w̷a̸r̷e̶ ̶o̶f̵ ̶m̷y̸ ̵p̶e̴o̶p̷l̴e̸'̵s̵ ̸n̷e̶e̴d̵s̵ ̷I̴ ̶w̵o̷u̸l̵d̴ ̷b̴e̶ ̴a̸ ̷v̴e̵r̵y̷ ̷p̴o̸o̷r̸ ̴k̶i̸n̷g̸ ̶i̵n̶d̷e̸e̷d̴.̸”

Dick turns back to Jason. His brother hasn’t looked this small since before his death. He’s shaking. He looks desperate.

Dick steps to the side.

Jason lets out a stuttering breath but remains still otherwise, hands clenched at his sides.

The newly dubbed King Phantom returns to the corpse, digging through fluid and meat. “I̴f̷ ̸i̴t̷ ̷i̶s̴ ̸a̸n̸y̴ ̵c̴o̵n̸s̸o̵l̶a̸t̷i̷o̵n̶,̷ ̵h̶e̵ ̷w̶i̴l̵l̵ ̸n̴o̷t̸ ̶n̷e̸e̶d̴ ̵t̶o̵ ̶e̸a̵t̴ ̴o̷f̴t̶e̸n̶.̸ ̸O̵n̴c̸e̸ ̴o̸r̴ ̸t̶w̷i̴c̸e̵ ̷e̸v̷e̸r̸y̶ ̷f̴i̶f̸t̵y̶ ̵y̸e̷a̴r̶s̶ ̸o̷r̴ ̷s̴o̵ ̷s̵h̵o̶u̶l̵d̶ ̸b̶e̸ ̸e̴n̸o̵u̸g̵h̴ ̶t̸o̶ ̸k̶e̴e̵p̶ ̴h̶i̶m̷ ̶r̸e̴l̶a̷t̷i̸v̶e̷l̶y̸ ̵h̶e̵a̸l̶t̸h̶y̴.̶“ He pulls out the Joker's liver with bloody claws. "C̷o̴m̷e̵ ̶h̵e̸r̸e̷,̵ ̷g̸h̵o̴s̷t̷l̵i̸n̴g̸," he purrs, offering it to Jason as if it were an apple instead of a human organ, "I̴ ̴k̴n̶o̷w̸ ̷y̸o̴u̵'̶r̵e̷ ̴h̶u̶n̷g̶r̸y̷.̶ ̵T̴h̵e̸ ̷e̶c̴t̴o̵p̷l̶a̶s̷m̷ ̸i̴n̴ ̶h̷e̷r̴e̵ ̵w̵i̵l̵l̴ ̵h̵e̴l̶p̵ ̵b̵o̵o̸s̶t̵ ̸y̶o̵u̵r̵ ̷o̸w̷n̸ ̶e̶c̷t̴o̴ ̸p̶r̶o̷d̴u̷c̴t̴i̶o̴n̵.̵"

Jason reaches for it, eyes flicking uncertainly between the liver and the creature’s eyes. Despite everything, Dick almost hopes that he will suddenly come to his senses, slap the hand away, and leap backward gagging in disgust.

Instead, he wraps a couple of fingers around one of King Phantom’s. His tank of a brother looks minuscule in comparison. Jason stares up at the being with wide eyes, like a child presented with cotton candy.

“Are you sure I can have it?”

King Phantom’s chest lets out another deep rumbling purr. “T̶h̷e̴ ̶l̴o̷s̵s̵ ̴i̸s̴ ̵n̸o̴t̶ ̷a̷ ̷g̵r̷e̶a̵t̸ ̴o̷n̷e̴ ̵f̴o̶r̴ ̸m̴e̸.̴ ̵I̵ ̵a̶m̸ ̷p̷o̸w̵e̷r̶f̸u̸l̸ ̵e̶n̸o̶u̷g̷h̵ ̷t̵o̴ ̶s̷u̷r̸v̴i̸v̸e̸ ̵o̷f̵f̶ ̷a̷m̴b̷i̶e̸n̵t̸ ̸e̸c̷t̵o̷p̷l̵a̵s̶m̸ ̸a̶n̸d̴ ̴e̸m̸o̶t̷i̵o̴n̸s̶ ̴l̴o̷n̷g̶e̸r̸ ̴t̸h̸a̵n̸ ̴o̶t̴h̵e̸r̸s̷.̷ ̸B̶e̵s̶i̸d̸e̸s̴,̶ ̴t̵h̵e̶r̴e̷ ̸w̴i̴l̷l̷ ̴a̷l̴w̴a̵y̷s̷ ̵b̸e̴ ̸a̵n̶o̷t̸h̴e̷r̴ ̸c̶r̶i̶m̷i̴n̶a̵l̵ ̸t̴o̸ ̷h̶u̸n̵t̵.̵”

Jason snatches the liver with burning green eyes. The organ wobbles in his hands. To Dick’s dismay, Jason takes a large eager bite. His expression can only be described as blissed relief like he had just tasted ambrosia. He goes in for another, larger bite before he has even swallowed the first, jaw unhinging like a snake.

Dick is never eating Jello again.

He watches with detachment as Jason takes a third bite of the liver. His brother’s mouth is painted in red and green like a facsimile of King Phantom’s. For the first time, Jason’s chest stutteringly hums in relieved glee. King Phantom purrs in return as he tucks his face back into the corpse, like some sort of horrific feedback loop.

Dick tries to focus on something else, anything else, but the iron stench of blood and burning flesh is inescapable. He tries to avert his eyes away from the gorey pile of what used to be the Joker as his brother and the creature tear into it. The stars that makeup King Phantom’s tail stare at him. They blink. A sharp pain shoots behind his eyes as he shuts them tightly.

It feels like he loses time.

When he opens them again, his brother is gnawing flesh off a rib. The entire front of his body is caked in red and green. King Phantom is staring at him with piercing green eyes. Intestines dangle from between its jaws. Its tongue maneuvers them further into its mouth like they are spaghetti noodles.

The bile rises in his throat again. Dick retches against the wall. He wipes the acid from his mouth and leans his forehead against the brick. The coolness of the stone eases the pain zinging between his eyes. He can still hear the squelching of meat and snapping of bone behind him.

A noise of concern sounds from his brother.

Dick turns back in the direction of the horror show, keeping his eyes squeezed tight.

King Phantom hums in thought. “P̴e̷r̷h̷a̶p̶s̶ ̴i̷t̸ ̵w̶i̷l̴l̷ ̸b̵e̵ ̸e̶a̵s̵i̵e̴r̸ ̶i̷f̴ ̸y̴o̵u̸ ̷w̵a̵i̴t̸ ̶o̷u̸t̵s̶i̵d̵e̷.̸”

“Y-yeah.” Dick nods, voice cracking. “I think I’ll just… do that.”

Jason makes a noise of acknowledgment.

Another bone snaps.

Dick quickly makes his way back the way they had come. He stops briefly to vomit again, though there is nothing left in his stomach to throw up. When he emerges from the tunnel entrance he gasps on fresh Gotham air. He wraps his arms tight around himself with shaking fingers as he tries to steady his breathing. With the absence of the creature the pain in his head steadily fades away, though the images of bloody organs and sounds of desperate screaming remain persistent.

He’s not sure how long he waits outside, but it's long enough that he begins to worry something happened to Jason. He begins to wonder if the creature pinned him down like it had the Joker, restaining him with his neck between its fangs. What would Dick even do? How could he save his brother from that… thing?

Jason remerges before he can figure it out. He’s clean of any visible blood or lazarus water, but the acrid tang of death and gore follows him.

Jason pleadingly stares at him through the eyes of his helmet.

Dick nods.

They don’t speak of it again.

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Zalgo Translations...

"Company?"

"You should be more careful, little ghostling."

"You are no match for most spirits as young as you are. Especially not on Samhain."

"No need to fear, ghostling. I do not wish you nor your fraid harm."

"You are very lucky it was me who you came across rather than some other spirit. Many would have eaten you by now."

"Oh little ghost, you are much younger than I had thought! Your core is new and undernourished. No wonder I had not sensed you before! Have you been eating?"

"You need to take better care of yourself, little ghost. I've never seen such an undernourished core. You must be able to feel the effects. Are you in pain?"

"Come here, ghostling. I will share my catch. I can sense the connection this revenant has to you. As your killer, feasting on him will have extra benefits."

"I understand your apprehension."

"As a living it feels wrong, sickening even. It took me a long time to come to terms with it. I understand. But it is something our species needs. Surely you must have witnessed the effects of starvation on your fraidmate?"

"It will only get worse if he doesn't eat. Eventually, the starvation will be so bad his core will self-cannibalize."

"I am King Phantom of the Infinite Realms, the Ancient of Space, Protector of the Living and Dead, the One Who Lies In Between, the King of Ghosts."

"If I were not aware of my people's needs I would be a very poor king indeed."

"If it is any consolation, he will not need to eat often. Once or twice every fifty years or so should be enough to keep him relatively healthy. "

"Come here, ghostling,"

"I know you're hungry. The ectoplasm in here will help boost your own ecto production."

"The loss is not a great one for me. I am powerful enough to survive off ambient ectoplasm and emotions longer than others. Besides, there will always be another criminal to hunt."

"Perhaps it will be easier if you wait outside."

#baby ghost Jason Todd #stumbling face first into a predator that can absolutely rock his shit #only to get almost immediately adopted by it #family dinner is about to get a lot more interesting #dpxdc #ghost king danny #ghost king au #eldritch danny #tw gore #tw cannibalism #tw vomit #my writing #dpxdc fanfic #ghost cannibalism #zalgo text #ghosts can purr #me sticking my hands into the plotholes: “it has pockets :)”#RFFTB #ghost hunger

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eyeodyssey · 9 months

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Photos from the Tokyo Grand Guignol stage play Galatia Teito Monogatari, based loosely on the Teito Monogatari serial of epic dark sci fi occult horror books. Despite sharing its basis with a greatly influential series which spawned several films (the first Teito Monogatari adaption even featuring special effects designed by H.R. Giger) and a set of animated horror films, Galatia remains the most obscure of the Tokyo Grand Guignol’s productions. Very sparse information of its contents exist online. On one specific page I found a month back, a (very poorly translated) English synopsis describes the play as being a story about a machine that destroys a major city in Japan. It’s unclear if the machine they’re referring to is in reference to a humanoid robot or a more generalized weapon. It’s said that in the play, Kyusaku Shimada appears as a mad scientist who creates the oxygen destroyer from Godzilla (1954). In a description of the ending, the finale depicts a scenario where the character Yasunori Katō (a demon that manifests itself as an imperial army First Lieutenant) welcomes one of the characters to what he refers to as the “new imperial city”. He reveals to the character a supernatural landscape where various children’s toys and dolls across the stage come to life and move around on their own, all to the sounds of marching drums and claps of thunder. All images were digitized by yours truly, with the sources being volume 28 of Yaso magazine and the Suehiro Maruo-focused magazine Only You, which features a digest version of Galatia’s screenplay. Of course, with the screenplay (or at least a condensed version of it) in my possession, I plan to translate it to English some way or another down the line. This adaption would help start off Shimada’s professional acting career, with Shimada having his first major cinematic role as Yasunori Katō in the film Tokyo: The Last Megalopolis. As mentioned though, Shimada doesn’t act as Katō in the Tokyo Grand Guignol version. That role was instead designated to Yaguruma Kennosuke, who would later appear as Raizou in the original performances of Lychee Hikari Club.

Yaguruma Kennosuke as Raizou in Lychee's December 1985 performance, apprehending the Marquis de Maruo (performed by Suehiro Maruo) when he enters the Hikari Club's hideout. Kennosuke is on the right side of Maruo, with Hiroyuki Tsunekawa (Zera) standing aside Kennosuke with his bag of lychee fruits. As a side note, you've gotta appreciate how despite then being well into a Maruo-flavored era of underground culture, there are still the occasional callbacks to Terayama's legacy, hence the clock that Katō is seen holding in the first photo.

#norimizu ameya #tokyo grand guignol #teito monogatari #lychee light club #litchi hikari club #suehiro maruo

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poptod · 7 months

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Curious Companion (Ahkmenrah x Reader)

Description: You wake up in a museum and realize you're just a wax version of yourself. Your curiosity remains, and you find yourself entrenched in conversation with a millennia old Pharaoh.

Notes: its happy, then very sad, then happy again WC: 2.7k

The guards didn't care much about your section of the museum. Perhaps, you wondered from afar, it was because you looked and acted much like them––more humanoid than the little figurines or the puppets and stuffed animal skins. Regardless of what the three night guards thought of you, it did allow you more freedom than many of the other exhibits, for which you were grateful. Still, you didn't like them very much.

You awoke much like the other exhibits one evening, like you were ripped from your home and suddenly placed in a museum. The only difference was you had no idea why you were there; reading your plaque cleared things up only slightly. It had your name, and a profession you once thought of going into as a child, only for you to decide upon your entrance into college that it was a fabled dream. It also said that you were the young version of yourself, and that you would discover an ancient city on the coast of Egypt in your late 50's. Overall, the experience was strange. Few people were afforded a plaque telling them what they would do in their life.

Eventually, you realized that you would never accomplish those things anyway. The real you did––you yourself were a wax figure stuck in a museum in the year of 1992, and it was several centuries after your supposed death. Computers, although very informative, were very hard to figure out in order to obtain this information.

Knowing this––knowing you would never age, never accomplish anything yourself––did little to stifle your curiosity regarding the mystical land of ancient Egypt. You spent many nights combing the internet for information on Egypt, everything that had been learned between your existence in the early 20th century to now, nearing the 3rd millenium.

This research was only interspersed by your search for what exactly brought you to life. Avoiding the night guards seemed prudent, despite the fact that they might have answers, and thus you were left to your own devices to try and figure the mystery out.

After many weeks of no answers, you decided to trail the guards at a safe distance in hopes of overhearing some conversation. They mentioned a mummy––one you had not heard about being in the museum before––and a magic tablet. Immediately you left in search of this exhibit, excitement teeming at your fingers. If the magic worked to make everything alive, surely it would make the mummy alive. If every exhibit retained their memories from life, this mummy would have an immeasurable amount of knowledge about what ancient Egypt was really like, although you knew language may be a barrier. But it didn't stop you.

You searched the museum as thoroughly as you could––which took several nights, seeing as how large the museum was––and eventually circled back round to a place near your own exhibit, which you chastised yourself for. You were part of the exhibit on Egyptian history. It would make sense the mummy would be near you. But before you could even enter the room, the sun began to rise, and you hurried back to your exhibit to await the next coming night.

That next evening, you waited until the night guards came and went, laughing and play-fighting each other as they locked up each of the exhibits in turn. As usual, they skipped you. But once they were gone you snuck out of your casing, and headed towards the screaming you had heard the first time you found the mummy's room.

The sarcophagus rattled beneath the heavy stone, and the thick lock keeping it together barely moved as the deceased person shook and yelled with all their might. The statues of Anubis, carrying was-scepters and adorned in gold, only watched you as you slowly walked down the hall. You circled the sarcophagus, admired the carvings, and then moved to read the plaque.

Ahkmenrah was his name. A young Pharaoh from the Middle Kingdom. Discovered in the 1950's. Son of Merenkahre with a partially illegitimate claim to the throne. Suspected to be assassinated due to the wounds in his back.

You returned to the sarcophagus.

"Ahkmenrah?" You said quietly.

The screaming ceased, but the rattling did not.

"Can you hear me?" You asked.

He made a sound, which was completely incoherent, but was a confirmation nonetheless.

You didn't really think about what you would do once you got this far. Originally you had a plethora of questions in store, but thinking about it now, it didn't seem appropriate to launch all of them upon the encased Pharaoh. Being stuck in a cramped sarcophagus did not sound like a pleasant time, and you didn't even know if he would understand you.

"Do you understand me?"

"Arabic?" He suddenly said, and though his voice was still muffled, it was clear enough to understand.

"Yes," you said, shuffling forward in your excitement. "Is that alright?"

"I know English more well," he said.

"Oh. Um…"

Your english skills left something to be desired, but they would suffice. They did better with reading than speaking.

"My name is (Y/N)," you began in English. "Do you, um… do you know why we are… not dead?"

"Yes, of course I do," he said in perfect English. "Do you see that tablet up on the wall? It's made of gold. The light of Amun shines down from the top upon its' keys."

"Yes, I see."

"My father gave it to me, as a gift. It is imbued with the powers of the Great God Khonsu, may he live forever. It was meant to keep our family together but, as I am separated from my family, it keeps the museum alive. It keeps us safe," he said.

"Safe?"

"Protected. Away from harm, or getting hurt."

"Ah." You laughed. "Your English is better than me. How did you learn it?"

"Well, before I was here, previously I was stationed in Cambridge University for study. That's where I learned English, and Arabic, and Hebrew. I had a lot more freedom there… when I learned I was to be transferred to a city of New York, I was most agrieved. Now I see I had every right to feel such a way. Um, (Y/N), may I ask, who are you?"

"I'm the young type of a famous person. I read, when I am… when I was older, I found an Egyptian city on the shore of Egypt. The city was built after you died," you explained.

"I see. I have another question, if that's alright."

"Yes, it is. I have also questions for you, if that's alright," you said in return, earning a laugh.

"Yes, quite alright. But I go first. (Y/N), do you know why I am locked up?"

You sucked in a breath. It was fair that he would ask this question; you just weren't prepared to answer it.

"There are guards, that the museum has to keep things safe. They keep everything locked up. Only a little bit of us are not locked up. I am not. But the guards are not very nice. I don't like them," you explained quietly, leaning in to speak through the tiny crack between the coffin and its' lid.

"I see," he said, a hint of sadness lacing his tone. "Do you… do you think you could open up my sarcophagus?"

"Yes, I think," you said with a frown. "But they will hear. Then I will be locked up too, and so will you, for the rest of time. And we will not be able to talk again."

"… you're right," he said, and sighed. "I'm sorry. It's just very cramped in here."

"I know. I am sorry as well."

You visited him every night, year after year. Each night you both would have questions for each other; yours regarding his life in ancient Egypt, and his mostly personal and theological. His sense of humor was surprisingly vibrant considering his state of being, and you enjoyed your time with him immensely. He seemed to be the only exhibit in the museum with a true soul, which you attributed to the fact that he was an actual human made of bones and flesh, and not a figure carved from wax. Each passing month you yearned more and more to see his face; to know his entirety. Each year the longing grew immensely more painful. Still, every night you went to see him, and always avoided the night guards, who grew older and older as you stayed just as young as when you first awoke.

"I want to ask," you began one night, "what God you worship."

"I worship many Gods. My favorite, my most beloved Netjer is Nefertem. But He is not a very appropriate God for a Pharaoh to worship. As Pharaoh, I was set to elevate Ra and Khonsu as the ultimate Gods," Ahkmenrah explained, though his answer only led to more questions.

"You are not allowed to worship some Gods?"

He sighed, and you could practically feel him rolling his eyes.

"Some Gods are not popular enough for the people to rally behind. So in order to retain power as Pharaoh, you have to encourage a God the people already love and adore in great hoards. I don't think it's very right, personally. But it's the way things are done. Now, (Y/N), what God do you worship?"

You paused.

"Supposedly the Abrahamic one," you said. "My family is Muslim. They worship Allah, a supreme male God. I… have a.. complicated relationship with Allah."

Ahkmenrah laughed, and the lid to the sarcophagus rattled with him, similar to the high ringing of marriage bells sounding like the shackles prisoners wore clinking around their wrists and ankles.

"Do you know who Allah is?" You asked.

"Of course I do. I didn't spend all that time in Cambridge for nothing. He emerged after the preachings of the prophet Muhammed. I've always been curious about this one God who has so wholly encapsulated the world. It seems he is the only God people worship these days."

"Not everyone is Muslim."

"No, but everyone worships this God that came from the Israelites, yes? From the Israelites came Jesus, and the Christian God, who is the same as the Jewish God. After the Christians came Muhammed, and the Muslim God. They're all the same, are they not?" He said.

Your brow furrowed. You hadn't thought of it that way before––perhaps a product of your era. But he brought about a good point. Suddenly the fighting between the three religions seems superfluous and stupid.

"I guess so," you finally said. "There are other religions now, not only three. Hinduism and Buddhism are large in the east."

"I've heard of Hinduism. It's polytheistic, yes?"

"Yes."

"I enjoy that."

You laughed.

There was silence, and then Ahkmenrah spoke again.

"You don't really worship Allah though, do you?"

"My family does."

"Forget your family. Do you believe in this ultimate, male power in the universe?"

"… not really."

"Do you believe in any higher power at all?"

"Yes," you said, without really thinking it through. "I do not think about it much. Well, I have not, in my past. It is not… not right. But I am not sure what I believe in."

"Think about it. Tell me next time, alright?" He requested in a soft voice.

You reached out and touched his sarcophagus.

"Of course," you said.

Next time didn't come.

The night guards had grown old over the years, and the time had come for them to be replaced. They were bitter about it, you knew, and you had overheard their ideas to steal the tablet of your friend. You had few ideas on how to stop them; when the next night guard came, you thought to tell him, but he was grossly incompetent and quit within the first day. The museum ran through several new night guards––all of whom quit after seeing how the museum actually operated at night––until one man who was desperate enough finally returned night after night, trying his best and failing to lock up all the exhibits. Despite the chaos, you had been managing to sneak away to talk to Ahkmenrah whenever the guards weren't near.

The new night guard's incompetence, however, led to one of the exhibits escaping: a wax figure of an ancient hominid. The night of your conversation with Ahk, you noticed one of the figures missing from the exhibit, and saw an open window. You knew the new night guard would not be able to save the hominid, and somehow, although you'd never been told, you knew something bad would happen if they were outside when the sun rose.

You climbed out the window. Already the evening was fading away. You went running in search of the hominid, and tried your best to lure him back into the museum. As you reached the museum doors with the hominid in tow, the sun crested over the tops of the skyscrapers, and the both of you turned to dust.

…

Larry nearly got fired for losing two exhibits on one of his first nights, but all of that seemed like the distant past after his efforts in stopping Cecil and uniting the exhibits of the museum to work together in friendship. It seemed to him a great accomplishment––especially in the light of his son's happiness and the fact that he now had a job that was actually quite easy––and he prided himself on his work.

Ahkmenrah, the dead Pharaoh, however, was not as cheerful as he had been when he was released. He spent his nights searching every historical and scientific wing of the museum and never seemed to find what he was looking for.

One evening, Larry followed him, and finally spoke up.

"So… you seem to be… looking for something. Usually. Think I can help you find it?" Larry asked, his hands folded behind his back as he awkwardly approached the 4,000 year old Pharaoh.

"I had a friend, before you came," Ahkmenrah said, but didn't spare a glance away from scanning the different plaques. "Their name was (Y/N). They spoke to me while I was locked away. One evening, they didn't return. It was… somewhat recent. A couple days before you released me from my sarcophagus."

"(Y/N)? (L/N)? The historian?"

"I would think so. I think they were Arabic. I never saw their face."

"Yeah… I think I know who you're talking about." Larry pursed his lips and took a deep breath, preparing himself to deliver the news. "I'm sorry, Ahk. They escaped the museum and uh… didn't return before sunrise."

Ahk stopped moving. His eyes halted on one of the words he was reading: founded. A great sorrow filled up his heart, and took up the space where his breath would be, and filled his eyes where his sight once lay. All that remained was the sudden stillness, and the blackness in his mind.

"I see," he said quietly, attempting his best to stop his voice from failing. "Thank you, Larry."

He left, leaving Larry alone in the hall, and returned to his sarcophagus. He lay there for the night and did not move till the sun rose, and he froze in his death.

Some days later––perhaps a week or two––Larry found him sitting on the edge of the staircase, and led him upstairs. He would not say where they were going, but when they got there, Ahk had an idea of what had happened. Your plaque was put back in its' place, and standing in the glass encasing was you. You looked confused. His lips parted in a soft gasp.

They replaced you.

"Larry, what is this?" Ahkmenrah asked, furrowing his brow.

"Well, when McPhee saw that (L/N) was missing, he had another one made, and… well, here they are. Thought you might want to know," Larry said. When neither Ahk or you made any move, he continued with, "oh, let me just…" and unlocked your new casing. "There you go."

You looked at both of them, your wide eyes darting between the two strange figures as you placed your hands on either edge of the glass. Ahk offered his hand for you to step down with. You looked at his hand, and then back up to him, tilting your head to the side.

Despite your doubts, you took his hand. You asked something in Arabic––something Larry couldn't understand, but Ahkmenrah comprehended perfectly.

"Do I know you?" You asked.

"In a way," he murmured, unable to look away from you. You were shining in the usually harsh and unflattering light of the museum. He wondered how you would look in a perfect sunset.

"You seem… familiar," you said as though in a trance.

"I'll explain everything," he said softly. "Walk with me?"

"… alright."

He took your other hand, and the two of you left down the hall, staring at each other.

#ahkmenrah x reader #ahkmenrah x female reader #ahkmenrah x male reader #night at the museum #rami malek #ahkmenrah

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factual-fantasy · 7 months

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29 asksss

Yes

@britneyt

Aw! Thank you! :DD

@gilbertsphotography

The elven style ears are meant to make them look less human and to match the Wario bros. :0 My AU's Peach and Daisy are these tall elf like creatures, not humans. They are the same species as the Wario bros.

Jangles would prepare himself for this brutal duel in "put em up" type battle stance. Ready to give this fight his all.

Only to be squashed by Jangle. Alas, he is made of plastic <XDD

@pinkpenguin88888

XDD Thought that was a bunny at first-

:DD Thank you! But hey, nothing's stopping you from book marking the post or saving the link to it somewhere :0

@whereismycupofcoffee

Honestly I have no hope. I'm thinking its gonna bomb like the Ruin DLC did, lore wise. Calling it now there's gonna be a character named VANESSA and her nickname is VANNY even though this movie is about the first game and has NOTHING TO DO WITH VANESSA. There's gonna be a kid named Cassidy, another kid named Gregory, circus baby is gonna come out of nowhere, there's gonna be a nightmare animatronic reference, one kid is gonna look like the crying child for no reason, Springtrap is gonna talk a lot and take away the horror- its gonna be a mess. The lore will be a terrible. mess.

Horror wise it might be awesome but I am NOT looking forward to all the crap they're gonna mix in with the lore. Its soooo simple, just make a spooky movie that captures the terror that the first game created. Recreate the mystery and horror. Bonnie disappearing, Foxy running down the hall. Freddy's music. Maybe Golden Freddy?? Hints of a darker past with dead kids. It would be awesome. They don't gotta complicate the lore by adding all the other games into it but I know they will-

@palettepainter :DD Thank you!!

@randox-talore Nope! The flowers don't make them bigger. They just give the bros ice/fire powers :}

@devastatorst

Pretty much XDD

@andysalleyway

:DDD Thank you so much!! Honestly I'm surprised by the number of my followers that are into the same fandoms I'm into. Sounds like I've found my people! XDD

Thanks, I'm hoping it finally gets through to people and they'll just leave me alone..

It is! But ya gotta DM me for it so I can sus out your blog :x

I need to have some idea of who I'm letting in-

:DD Thank you so much! Also sorry, I don't take requests :/

@montygatorshusband

THANK YOU! I don't support any ships from any fandoms, I just personally don't like them. So having people harp on me and my AU because a "canon ship" isn't in it was really annoying.. 😓

Glamrock Bonnie and Foxy would be thinking "Wow, they look different/great! :00"

Glamrock Freddy and Chica are like "WHY IS BONNIE SO LARGE"

Oooo that would be cool! All my versions of Bonnie are slow, so having him throw things at Gregory would be terrifying-

@ocinstituterep

The reason why I haven't drawn any classic mermaids like that is because it felt kind'a weird to add a half human creature into the Octonauts universe. Considering humans don't exist in it.. Now that post with the mermaid thing actually has the creature looking humanoid for sure. Because it would look more alien if it was human. But I kept the scales because a straight up half human mermaid would just feel out of place-

@mashmellowy

Firealpaca! :}}

@oddesto

XD Thank you!! Also my WHOLE BLOG?? Dang. I apologize for all the Gravity falls cringe you had to see-

XD Factual Fanta, that's great 🤣🤣

@citrusfruitman

I think those people are just salty because they wanna draw my stuff but I wont let them. My true fans will have basic human respect and just not draw fanart without sending me hate and rude comments.

@danman22ful

Monty is much more mellow and kind in the Partial swap. Although he still can be a bit of a grump sometimes. The way Bonnie is treating everyone (mostly Foxy) really angers/upsets him.

Roxy hasn't changed a whole lot tbh. Full of grief and self loathing. Except I don't think she'd have this "I'm better than you" attitude. Her thinking that Freddy's death was her fault would crush her. Just like Monty was crushed in the OG au.

:DDD Thank you!! Also really? :00 Wow, great minds do think alike! XD

Aw, I'm sorry that you relate to Bonnie's struggles, <:(

I was thinking he would do 1 of 2 things.

Either this bombshell that his late friends of 10 years are alive, would be so emotionally overwhelming that he would completely shut down. Literally. They would break into his room and Bonnie is collapsed on the floor. And cannot be reactivated. And when he does eventually reactivate, he absolutely refuses to acknowledge or speak to anyone in anyway..

OR, hearing that Chica and Freddy are alive, would completely drown out any other feeling. They're alive, he would rush out of his room to go see them. All of his stress, all of his anger would be swept away in favor of his anxiousness to see his friends again. And finally, he would talk to people again somewhat. Every day would get easier knowing that once its over he can go see Freddy and Chica again.

I haven't decided which one is better <XD

@burningmusicfunnygiant (Post in question)

Oh a whole mix of emotions. Mostly joy and sadness though.. Joy to see them alive after all these years. But sadness too see the horrible states they're in.. Mostly Freddy's state-

<XD Don't worry I wont. I know some of the angsty bits of Bluey but not enough to draw stuff and traumatize you all-

You are spared this time! XDD

#my response #fnaf security breach #super mario bros #octonauts #jangles

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hollyrogerbay · 9 months

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Details from the new "Fionna & Cake" trailer

Ice Crown branded tour bus in Fionna's home-universe

(This appears to be the same tour bus featured later in the trailer.)

Magic Man/Woman hat on (Hotel?) sign in Fionna's home-universe

BMO alarm clock in Fionna's bedroom

Gunter/Ice King penguins statue in front of aquarium in Fionna's home-universe

In Fionna's home-universe, there appear to be human equivalents of:

Marshall Lee

(Genderbent) Ash (Marceline's ex-boyfriend)

Wildberry Prince

Prince Gumball

Abracadaniel

and finally, Lumpy Space Prince.

Simon appears to have a bloodied, bandaged arm in this shot of him walking through a forest.

Certain segments - seemingly just Marceline's early life with Simon - will take place in Adventure Time's original universe, before the main events of the show.

This section appears to potentially be a dream sequence.

This bird has a teenager/adult Marceline face on its chest.

This bird-like creature doesn't seem to resemble anything in particular, but still seems like it has a specific design. Vaguely reminded me of Orgalorg at first, as well as Cosmic Space Owl.

I haven't a clue what this one is, but could also represent something.

This one shot in particular fascinates me. I mean, look at it. There's a drastic change in art style, there's a...flamboyant looking character with the Ice Crown, although it doesn't appear to be Simon.

As well as the weird, long-nosed blue twins coming from behind the magnificent ice piano. I have no idea what those are.

Anyway, PRISMO!!! Love to see it.

Don't know how, but it seems like our 2-dimensional friend is going to serve as the catalyst for Fionna and Cake's (and Simon's) multidimensional adventures.

Another bit of speculation - this world.

Features humanoid, but very non-human inhabitants.

Cartoonishly futuristic tech and architecture - could this be a more fleshed out version of the VR world from the "Islands" miniseries?

Also, unless this is just some strange case of reusing assets considering they're in the exact same pose and angle - seems like these two could potentially be recurring characters.

Probably missed a lot, and there's a lot to speculate on here. Please tell me what you think.

#adventure time #at #fionna and cake #marshall lee #prince gumball #simon petrikov

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x5960 · 3 months

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New World Dennis EN revised

This is the revised english version of New World Dennis, the first part of the New World Chronik. This time it used deepl to translate it.

Prologue:

The world is changing. The earth's climate has been out of control for a few years. The world's population was living in poverty and hunger was driving people into lawlessness.

A few months ago, a rich manager of a research company announced that he had the solution to the world's problems. Over time, he invested more and more in futuristic-looking buildings that he had erected all over the world. At the time, nobody knew what he was trying to achieve.

When he was satisfied with the infrastructure he had planned, he contacted the world governments to get their approval so that he could put his plan into action. Not knowing what they were really getting into, the representatives of the world governments agreed to the manager's proposal to save the world, as they saw no other options and gave the magnate a free hand.

Chapter 1

Dennis is a young man who lives in a city where it is still quite possible to exist. He lives a secluded life and only notices in passing that the world government is working with the manager of FutureIndustries on a solution to the problems of mankind. This is due to start in two days, but as he lives a very withdrawn and introverted life and has no television or other multimedia devices, he ignores the issue.

Now that these two days have passed, Dennis can recognize small changes in the people around him. Very subtle at first, like people showing more and more naked skin. On the 4th day, on his way to work, he notices that many people are walking around dressed in skin-tight latex. Totally confused, he speeds up his pace so that he doesn't come across any more of these freaks. On the seventh day, he sees what is now known as a drone for the first time. A man in skin-tight latex, with a gas mask on his face and his cock encased in a kind of latex sheath. The drone moves robotically through the area and purposefully towards its target.

The more days pass, the more drones are on the loose. Totally terrified, Dennis now hides at home because he wants nothing to do with these guys. Men in skin-tight latex with gas masks and their genitals encased in latex, on public display. The female drones, not much better, also wear skin-tight latex and a tight corset that perfectly shows off their latex-wrapped breasts.

Drones have already taken over most of society's important infrastructures. Be it the police, fire department, military or even the post office, everything is now run by them. But the most disturbing for Dennis are the puppy drones. They are also dressed in skin-tight latex, they walk on all fours on the floor and their hands and feet are shaped like dog paws made of latex. Instead of a gas mask like the other drones, the Puppy drone wears a latex dog head and a latex dog tail sticks out of its butt. Instead of a latex penis like the humanoid drones, these anthromorphic drones have a latex dog penis, which is usually hidden behind a latex bulge. These types of drones also behave like dogs, as they sit like dogs, walk on all fours like dogs and communicate by barking like dogs. They are also used in a wide variety of functions, be it by the fire department, police and so on.

Dennis no longer leaves the house at all. Fortunately, he has taken precautions and built up a small supply that will certainly last him a few weeks. It has become too dangerous outside. The chance of being caught by one of the many drones is far too great, because as soon as you are caught by a drone, you are put in one of these conditioning centers and no one has ever escaped from one, only new drones leave these buildings.

Chapter 2

It has now been 5 weeks since the drones took over the world. Denis has given up all hope of normality, but unfortunately his supplies of food and water are running low. So Dennis plucks up all his courage and makes himself a weapon in the form of a kitchen knife, which he sticks to a broomstick. He waits until night falls and sneaks out of his apartment as silently as possible. In the blackness of the night, he scurries through narrow alleyways, always on the alert to see or hear any drones. He avoids the main streets, the danger of being discovered is too great, and after 3 hours of strenuous hiding and sneaking, he reaches the entrance to the shopping center. Dennis' first step is to hide behind a rusty dustbin to make sure the coast is clear and he can sneak into the store unnoticed. After about 15 minutes, which feels like an eternity to him, he decides to take the risk and approaches the entrance. Surprisingly, the door is not locked, but this fuels Dennis' fear that the shopping center has already been looted. Plagued by hunger, he decides to take the risk and enters the building. He listens as best he can to hear any suspicious noises, but all is quiet and so Dennis continues on his way. A sudden pain in his neck makes him wince and everything slowly goes dark. Just before he loses consciousness completely, he hears a monotonous robotic voice say: "Subject detected and sedated. Order received, drone X9345 bringing human resource to next factory"

Chapter 3

When Dennis wakes up, he realizes that he is lying naked on the floor of a small room with only a bed in it, otherwise the room is empty. He sits up and rubs his aching head: "Shit, what's wrong, where am I?" As if in answer to his question, a female computer voice chimes in: "Welcome individual. You have been detected entering a building without authorization. You are now being scanned to determine your potential area of operation. Please remain silent." As soon as the computer's words fall silent, a red laser beam appears and scans Dennis. When the scan is finished, the computer voice sounds again: "Scan complete, subject's potential detected.

Result:

Gender: Male

Humanoid drone potential: 11 percent

Potential animalistic drone: 89 percent

Area of application: Hunters

Id: A8650

Code name: Ranger

Not knowing what this all means, Dennis starts banging on the walls: "Hey, you weirdos, let me out of here. I'm not in the mood for this shit here." All he gets in reply is: "The conditioning of the subject will begin tomorrow at 6:00 a.m." and with these words the computer falls silent again. The light in the room turns a dark blue, which has the direct effect of making Dennis relax and feel somehow tired. So he lies down on the bed and he hears a very quiet noise in the background. This hypnotic noise relaxes his body, his thoughts also calm down and within 5 minutes Dennis has fallen asleep.

At exactly 6 o'clock in the morning, a loud whistle sounds and Dennis is wide awake within a second. The computer voice sounds: "Subject takes his uniform and goes into the hall." Without thinking, Dennis grabs the latex suit hanging on the wall for him and begins to slip into it. Starting with his feet, then up his legs and Dennis is already stiff. The latex fits him perfectly and he has no problems at all pulling it further up his body. When he reaches his genitals, he presses his penis and balls into the latex bulge provided in the suit. He pulls the latex further up his body and begins to enjoy the feeling of tightness. Unconsciously, he starts to massage the bulge in his crotch, but when he realizes what he is doing, he recoils. He's not ready yet, Dennis doesn't know exactly what for, but he knows he's not allowed to. Not yet.

After his whole body is completely encased in latex, Dennis feels the latex suit welding itself to his back. He groans, rubs the latex that encloses his body and moans. The feel of the suit against his skin is unbelievable and an excited shiver runs down his spine. He then takes the accompanying latex mask and pulls it over his head to complete himself. Now completely covered in latex, with only his eyes and mouth uncovered, Dennis searches for the exit. Strangely enough, it suddenly feels completely normal for him to be dressed in skin-tight latex and he doesn't understand why he always wore these strange fabric clothes before if latex is so much better.

He spies the exit on a wall, but to get through it Dennis has to crawl, as it resembles a kind of dog flap. Thinking nothing of it, Dennis gets down on all fours and crawls through the passageway. Once in the corridor, he gets up again and makes his way to the hall, following the signs. He doesn't even think about it, he just follows the computer's instructions.

Chapter 4

In the corridor, Dennis meets several people, also dressed in latex. Together they all walk quietly through the corridor towards the hall and once there, Dennis looks for his seat. The room is large and 5 rows of tables with chairs serve as the interior. All the chairs have an ID number printed on them and Dennis instinctively moves towards the chair with the number A8650.

He sits down and the rubbing of the latex on his body against the chair makes a noise that immediately arouses Dennis. Next to him sits a woman who is also covered from head to toe in latex: "Hey, my name is Jenny. Are you new too?" He immediately likes her voice and replies: "Yup, since yesterday. My name is Dennis, nice to meet you. How long have you been here?" "Since yesterday too. I don't know what's going on, but do you think this latex is so great? It feels so relaxing to wear it."

Dennis realizes how right she is, he would never have thought how pleasant it feels to be wrapped in latex: "Yes, it's wonderful, isn't it?" During the conversation, a man who, like her, is also covered in latex sits down opposite Dennis: "Hey, I'm Thomas, but most people call me Tom. Are you new too?" "Hey Tom. Yes, we're new too, welcome to the party," Jenny replies with a laugh.

As the conversation between the three unfolds, several drones enter the room. They move robotically towards the tables and serve the waiting guests their food and drink. Both are in a kind of dog bowl and are served to the hungry without cutlery. Dennis stares at his bowls in amazement: "Is there no cutlery?"

He sees how Tom and Jenny have already started eating by simply sticking their heads in the bowl. "For what?" Jenny answers with her mouth full. Shrugging his shoulders and thinking nothing of it, Dennis sticks his head in his bowl too and starts to eat. He drinks the water by slurping it with his tongue and enjoys the crunch of the food in his mouth. It tastes heavenly, the best he has ever tasted.

When everything has been eaten, the drones remove the empty bowls again and the computer voice sounds, which makes everyone sit up and take notice: "Next phase, go to the showers, it's time for cleaning!" Everyone stands up and lines up in a row. Unconsciously in step, the group starts moving and heads towards the showers in an orderly fashion. Once there, they enter the shower cubicles one after the other, they close and a hot black oily jet streams over the occupants.

Dennis stands waiting in front of one of the occupied booths and when it opens Jenny steps out: "Ahhh that was soothing. You're going to love it." She strokes her body with pleasure and moans. With anticipation, because it must feel incredible, he enters the chamber, it closes by itself and a warm steel of chemicals pours over Dennis.

The feeling of the warmth enveloping him makes Dennis moan. He feels the latex getting tighter and tighter on his body and the tingling sensation on his skin is overwhelming. What he doesn't realize, however, is that the chemicals have the effect of melting the latex on his body into his skin so that it can never be removed.

After the warm jet dries up and the cubicle opens, Dennis leaves the small room. Totally relaxed, he begins to stroke his body and loses himself completely in the ectasy of every touch on his latex skin.

Chapter 5

After everyone has had their chemical shower, the computer voice sounds again from the loudspeakers: "You will now go to your conditioning rooms, sit in your assigned seats and wait for additional instructions!" Lined up again, the group moves to the rooms. The flap to enter forces the subjects to get down on all fours again and crawl into the room. There are 5 rows of metal chairs in the room and Dennis looks for his seat and when he finds it, he sits down in it. Jenny sits down next to him and Tom in front of him, all waiting to see what happens next. Another door behind them opens and more humanoid latex drones enter the room, carrying some kind of goggles in their hands with displays for the test subjects. They stand behind those seated and put the goggles over their heads. As soon as Dennis wants to say something, the screen of the glasses starts to light up in dark blue, which has the effect of calming him down immediately. Dennis also feels two earplugs being automatically inserted into his ears and he hears a soft hissing sound again. It is the same sound as last night before he fell asleep and Dennis falls directly into a deep trance. At the moment when everyone is deeply absorbed, a lock symbol appears on the bumps above their genitals. This changes from closed to open and at the same moment as the symbols disappear, the bulge also disappears, revealing everyone's genitals. The men's penises are encased in latex and immediately stiff, the women's pussies are leaking and now made of latex too.

A voice begins to flow softly through the earplugs into Dennis' ears and even if he had been conscious, he would not have understood what was being said. With a robotic movement, he grabs his latex penis with his hand and begins to pleasure himself. Meanwhile, everyone in the room is doing the same, the men are wanking and the women are sticking their latex-clad fingers into their leaking pussies. A kind of moaning fills the room and drives all the test subjects close to, but not beyond, climax. It is important to wait for the exact moment so that the program can fully unfold. Hours pass. Loud moans mingle with the quiet propaganda that subtly hammers its way into Dennis' head. When the time for the climax is reached, everyone unloads their pent-up orgasms at the same time. The moans change to relieved orgasmic sounds. Then the bulge forms again over the genitals, enclosing them and the lock symbol appears and changes back to closed. The future drones slowly awaken from their trance and the glasses are removed from their heads. As his eyes adjust to the light in the room, Dennis notices that all the chairs have disappeared and they are all sitting on the floor like dogs. But somehow it feels right to sit like this. Sitting like a dog, why should he sit any other way, because it makes no sense.

He turns to Jenny: "Wow, that was weird. Do you have a slight headache too?" Jenny almost touches her head and massages her temples: "Yes, it's like I've been sitting at the computer all day. But it'll pass." Tom turns around in his sitting position and says:" Are you as hungry as I am? That's funny, we just sat down here." None of them realize at this moment that they have been sitting in the room for hours and have been bombarded with hypnotic reprogramming. Unconsciously, Dennis starts rubbing his bump over his genitals: "Somehow I feel relieved, as if something has been released." Shortly afterwards, they hear the computer voice again; "First conditioning completed. Subjects now proceed to the hall for refreshments."

Chapter 6

Once in the hall, everyone sits down again and the bowls are served. Suddenly Tom says: "Hmm, somehow it's really uncomfortable on this shitty chair." "That's right, I feel totally uncomfortable too," says Dennis. Jenny then takes her two bowls and puts them on the floor: "I've got an idea. It should be much more comfortable this way." She sits down in a dog-like position in front of the bowls and starts eating. "Great idea." Dennis replies, takes his bowls from the table, puts them on the floor and starts eating in the same position as Jenny. More and more people put their bowls on the floor and start to do the same as Jenny and Dennis and the drones remove the chairs and tables, their robotic movements ignored by everyone. Why would they need chairs or tables when it makes much more sense to eat in this position? Dennis again enjoys how the dry food crunches on his teeth, its taste is also overwhelming and he devours his portion in no time at all with an unprecedented hunger. He drinks the water again with his tongue, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Satisfied, he sits upright with his hands on the floor and starts panting: "Wow, that was delicious. I've never been so hungry, but I'll tell you one thing. Filling your belly like that makes you really tired." As if on command, the computer voice sounds: "Catering complete. Get ready for the recovery phase! Go to your assigned artments and start the cycle!" Obeying the order, everyone lines up again for their sleeping phase and as everyone stands in a row in front of their room, Dennis notices that Tom and Jenny are his neighbors. He discovers that there are also labels next to Jenny and Tom's dog flaps.

The From Jenny reads:

Gender: Female

Potential: animalistic drone

Area of application: Satisfaction

Id: Z4859

Code name: Shila

Tom's is:

Gender: Male

Potential: animalistic drone

Area of application: Satisfaction

Id: Z8788

Code name: Sid

After the flaps open behind them, everyone crawls into their bedrooms and when Dennis enters his, he falls onto his bed, totally exhausted. But instead of lying down as usual, with comforter and all, he curls up and falls asleep on his mattress.

Chapter 7

Another whistle sounds at exactly 6:00 a.m. and wakes Dennis. He wakes up and rubs his eyes, yawns briefly and instinctively makes his way to the hall. This time he doesn't need instructions from the computer to know what is required of him. Once in the hall, he goes to his assigned place, sits down on the floor and sees Jenny move to her position next to him: "Aaah, I slept well. I can even remember my dream. I was in a park with soft grass, chasing after a ball. You and Tom were there too. We played together all day." Tom sits down opposite him: "That's weird, I had the same dream." Dennis looks at both of them confused and says: "That's intresting, I also dreamt that we were in a park and played with each other all day. It was really good fun. But anyway, it was a good dream, wasn't it?" Both Tom and Jenny agree with him.

The door to the hall opens and the drones enter the room. They carry in the food as they do every time, the bowls are placed on the floor again and all the latex-clad creatures wait hungrily for their command. "Eat" comes the computer voice and they all start gobbling down their dry food at the same time, as if they hadn't eaten for weeks. After Dennis has eaten and drunk, the bowl in front of him is removed again. He gets back in line with his fellow occupants, knowing that it is now time to clean. As on the previous day, everyone moves in step to the showers and once again it is Jenny's turn before Dennis. As she steps out of the shower after her cleaning, Dennis notices that something has changed about her. Her eyes are now black and look like they are made of latex and her mouth is the same dark color: "Mhhh that was even better than yesterday."

Dennis then enters the shower and immediately notices how it has changed since yesterday. Like the day before, the shower has a large shower head, but now there is also a kind of hose with a mouthpiece at the height of his mouth. The shape of the mouthpiece is reminiscent of a penis and without realizing what he is doing, he sticks the hose into his mouth. As he does so, Dennis immediately notices that a second tube is trying to penetrate his anus. He lets this happen and starts to moan as the Aparat penetrates him. The shower starts, again a black liquid flows over his latex-clad body and the same stuff is pumped into his body through the hoses in his mouth and ass. The liquid tastes metallic and Dennis sucks as hard as he can. He doesn't realize how his insides are being transformed into latex. His insides change into machine-like devices that take over the task of keeping his body alive. When the black oily liquid dries up and the shower cubicle opens, it releases Dennis with his now ubgraded body.

Chapter 8

Now it was time for the conditioning and everyone lined up in the direction of the rooms. Dennis sits down on the floor next to Jenny and behind Tom and waits for the drones. They enter the room and put the goggles on everyone's heads again. Once again, two earbuds stick themselves into Dennis' ears, the screen in front of his eyes turns blue and the soft whispering sounds in his ears. Just like yesterday, the bulge releases everyone's genitals, which are now made of latex, and once again everyone starts to satisfy themselves.

Hours pass and during this time new commands are programmed into their brains. Without them noticing, the drones stand behind the seated individuals, who get on all fours and present their asses. With a smooth movement, the drones insert a plug with a dog's tail into the asshole of those waiting, which is commented on by everyone with a pleasurable moan. The plug melts into the latex and opens a hole in the middle so that the future drone can still be pleasured anally despite the plug. The latex dog tail slowly moves up towards the coccyx and melts into the subject's spine. As the tails are now fused to their bodies, they can also be moved and they all start to wag their new body part. All of this gives the penetrated ones an indescribable satisfaction and the moaning gets louder and louder. They are all close to their climax again, but they are not allowed to go beyond it and another hour passes while Dennis learns how to behave. When the command to orgasm is given, everyone in the room howls and explodes in ecstasy. The glasses are removed, the genitals are tucked behind the bulge and everyone wakes up. Dennis approaches Jenny on all fours and starts sniffing her backside:

"Hey Jenny, you smell good." "Thank you my dear, that's very nice. Can I sniff you too?" Dennis turns around, sticks his ass out towards her and Jenny starts to sniff his bottom with relish. Tom comes over to them and says: "Hey Jenny, what's that over your ass. It looks like a dog's tail. Can you move it?" Jenny smiles at him and says: "Why don't you try it yourself, you've got one too." Tom turns his head, grins and starts wagging his tail. His eyes widen and he starts chasing his own latex dog tail, spinning in circles on his hands and knees. This is commented on by Jenny and Dennis with a laugh because it looks so cute.

Chapter 9

After a short time of sniffing, everyone gets down on their hands and knees in the hall, because it's feeding time. Dennis takes his designated place next to Jenny and drools in anticipation of his filled bowl. He lets his tongue hang out of his mouth and pants. Somehow his tongue has grown and now hangs down to under his chin. The drones place the full bowls on the floor in front of him and his friends and the command to eat sounds. Dennis devours his food in no time at all, but he still notices that the contents of his bowl appear gray. Somehow everything looks greyish, as if all color has disappeared. Not only the color of his food has changed, but also its ingredients. Its food now consists of pure tasteless, energy-giving gruel. As his new body can no longer utilize normal food, he now needs adapted food that his body can efficiently convert into energy without waste. Dennis doesn't even notice that his food tastes like nothing, he has devoured it so quickly.

After his bowl is empty, he turns to the water in the second container and begins to slurp up the contents with his new latex tongue, which, as it is now much longer, works much better than the previous times.

Full of food and dog-tired, Dennis yawns: "Eating is wonderful and it's really more pleasant to devour the bowl on the floor. You had a brilliant idea Jenny. "Jenny smiles: "Thank you."

Lined up, they all walk back to their dormitories, again on all fours. It has become quite normal for them to move in this way, why should they walk any differently. A good dog walks like a dog, sits like a dog and eats like a dog, absolutely no issue. As they are all crawling now, the dog flap to their rooms is also much easier to pass through and now really makes sense.

Once inside, Dennis goes to his dog bed and sits down. He lifts one leg over his head and starts to lick his asshole and the bulge above his genitals. It is important to clean himself and he now has the right tongue for it. As his latex tongue strokes his genital area, a feeling of excitement runs through him and he begins to moan. As soon as he has licked his whole body completely, he turns in circles to find a comfortable position to sleep in. After three or four turns, he lets himself fall down and falls asleep in no time. His leg twitches again and again, accompanied by an excited and playful whimper. As he sleeps soundly, dreaming of chasing after Tom and Jenny in a green field of soft grass, his new body recovers for the coming day that will seal his fate forever.

Chapter 10

6.00 a.m., the whistle blows, Dennis wakes up and yawns. He stretches and starts scratching behind his right ear with his right foot. Panting, he makes his way to the hall and meets Tom on the way. Dennis sniffs his friend's ass and he greets him with a short bark: "Waff, good morning Dennis. Did you sleep well?" "Like a dog," he replies with a laugh. "Hey guys, I'm coming too!" Jenny pants after the men and trots towards them. As they are almost starving, the three of them continue on their way to the hall as quickly as possible in anticipation of their food. Somehow it feels like something big is about to happen today.

When they have emptied their bowls at record speed, Tom sits down with Jenny, wags his tail and says happily: "Now the cleaning and I'll feel great."

As if on command, the half-dog-like drone candidates make their way to the shower cubicles. Jenny re-enters the cubicle before Dennis and he hears her moaning and barking through the wall of the shower, a sign that Jenny seems to be enjoying what is happening to her. After Jenny steps out of the shower, the color of her latex body has changed. Her arms and legs, as well as the area above her pussy, are now pink. The contrasting shiny black of the rest of her body immediately excites Dennis. He enters the shower cubicle with great anticipation, puts the hose in his mouth again and lets the second one penetrate his anus. The shower pumps and sprays the black oily material into and over him again. Shortly afterwards, some kind of additional jets appear, coloring his legs, arms and genital area in gray. He is not aware why he is dyed gray and Jenny is dyed pink, but this has to do with his future area of operation and the black mixed with the gray will serve as good camouflage for his hunt.

Dennis steps out of the shower and is greeted with wide eyes by Jenny: "Wow, that's a hot color, it makes me horny." Unnoticed, Jenny rubs her pussy encased in latex, which makes her moan. Excitement runs through her body at the thought of what she could do to Dennis. He hears Tom panting from the side and turns to his friend. His body has also changed color in the shower and Tom now appears in black and purple. These colors also make Jenny moan and Dennis has to say that he is also turned on by Tom and his new color scheme.

Now ready to get their day and final conditioning, the three friends trot off one after the other to their conditioning rooms. Ready for whatever awaits them.

Chapter 11

The conditioning room, like the showers, has also changed and there is now a machine-like mound of latex on the seats where they always sit. Dennis walks up to his and climbs it, causing his stomach to rub against the latex of the machine, which makes a squeaking sound. He inserts his hands and feet into the holes provided at the bottom of the latex structure, and a helmet-like device is installed for his head, into which he automatically inserts it. The helmet closes, his limbs are strapped in, the screen in front of his eyes lights up and the earplugs automatically insert themselves into his ears. He hears the computer voice say: "Start conversion." His penis get released, his cock immediately becomes erect and the latex penis guides itself into the designated hole in the device, which begins to vibrate. A plug is inserted into his anus and stimulates Dennis anally with thrusting movements, while strobe-like instructions are hammered into his head with colors and images.

He moans with excitement and doesn't realize how the machine is slowly erasing his personality. More and more of Dennis disappears and all that remains is the instinctive behavior of a dog that has been inoculated into his head for days. During the brainwashing, the machine works on his body, his hands and feet are remodeled into dog paws made of latex, his face stretches and is pressed into the shape of a dog's head by the helmet over his head. His penis is also transformed into a red latex dog penis, with knots and everything that goes with it, which elicits another groan from Dennis. He feels the machine working on his cock, enlarging it and transforming it into a new shape.

Dennis is only aware of all this unconsciously, he is too deeply immersed in the machine and the ecstasy. With the insertion of cables, computer chips, tubes and other devices, his eyes, brain, senses and muscles are enhanced. His now primitive consciousness enjoys to the full the feeling of more and more devices and apparatus entering his body.

With his now cybernetic eyes, it now looks to him as if he is looking through a display and numbers and words appear at the edge of his field of vision:

Deletion at: 68 percent

Body adaptation at : 96 percent

Duration of conversion remaining 2 hours

....

When 100 percent of its deletion is reached, the computer voice sounds again: "Deletion completed, body adjustment completed. Begin uploading program Ranger.exe."

A loading bar appears before the eyes of Dennis, who has now been completely deleted. He uploads and when the bar is complete, the Ranger.exe program starts to work. What used to be Dennis is now Ranger ID: A8650.

The machine drives the new dog drone to its climax and when Ranger splashes down for the first time in his new form, his transformation is finally complete.

Words appear before his eyes again:

Start integration in hive mind.

Establish a connection.

Connects....

Connected....

Instructions, information and data from all existing drones explode in Ranger's head. The direct connection to the hive is the final step in his new existence.

Download program Hunter.exe

Start program

New commands and information about his task are programmed directly into his now processor-like brain. His mission is to search for remaining humans, capture them and bring them to a conditioning center, as he now serves as support for the humanoid hunter drones.

The new pup drones are released from the machines and their latex genitals disappear behind the latex bump. Ranger sits down and instinctively scans the room. His sensors fall on the female dog drone next to him. This drone used to be Jenny, but she too has been erased, overwritten and transformed. By scanning her body more closely, the information about this drone is shown to him as a result:

Female pup drone

ID: Z4859

Code name: Shila

Task: Satisfaction

After Ranger realizes what kind of drone is sitting in front of him, his dominant program for sexual intercourse kicks in. He stands behind Shila, growls and gives her the command to submit with a bark. The female dog drone recognizes this command and presents her rear end to Ranger, who mounts her and his dog penis get released. He rams it into the female's waiting pussy with a robotic doggy-style movement.

While the two are in the throes of ecstasy, another male drone joins them, Ranger scans it too and receives the information:

Male pup drone

ID: Z8788

Code name: Sid

Task: Satisfaction

With this realization, Ranger barks again and gives Sid the order to satisfy him anally. The bulg from the male drone releases its dog cock, Sid humps Ranger from behind and as he penetrates him, Ranger howls. This canine orgy infects the rest of the new dog drones and the whole room is lost in doggy style sex.

Ranger thrusts his cock into Shila's cunt again and again and feels Sid penetrating him deeper and deeper. The command to orgasm sounds and all the new drones pass their climax, Ranger feels Sid cumming inside him and he also unloads his load into Shila's pussy. They all howl and after this orgy, their genitals disappear behind the latex bulge again. This is their life now, consisting of hunting and satisfaction. The sex doesn't matter now. Whether anal, oral or vaginal, it's all about sexual desire, about the orgasmic ecstasy that flows through the hive and the collective consciousness of all the drones.

Epilogue

Ranger roams through the old subway tunnel. He sniffs the air for his victim and since his humanoid companion drone has let him off the leash, he can move freely in the dark terrain. The darkness means he can't see much of anything, but he can rely entirely on his hearing, sense of smell and all his other enhanced senses.

Ranger goes deeper and deeper into the tunnel and when he notices that the scent is getting weaker, he stops. Ranger turns around and goes back part of the way he came until he notices the scent of his victim more strongly again. He stops again and listens. He quickly hears the soft breathing of his prey and uses it to determine its position.

He jumps in the direction of the sound and rams the person to the ground. It is a young man who immediately starts pleading:" No, please don't. Noooo." The plea is ignored by the pup drone and Ranger rips the clothes off his captive. The drone positions itself behind the naked man and the dog's penis pops out from behind the bulge. The drone rams its latex cock into the man's ass and he moans, unable to free himself. As Ranger reaches orgasm, he pumps a black liquid through the asshole into the body of the future drone. This has the direct effect that the man instantly relaxes and obediently follows Ranger to the nearest conditioning center.

#rubber drone #drone transformation #dronification #rubber body #rubber pup #anthro drone

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sablegear0 · 3 months

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I was having a little think about Kenjaku's relationship with Mahito and I think I may have hit upon something...

We know Kenny hijacked Suguru's body shortly after Suguru's death on the Jujutsu Tech campus. Whatever Satoru did with his body after that is left ambiguous but we know it wasn't disposed of in the standard fashion (cremated) so Kenjaku was able to get access to it. Unless someone tried to find what was left of the arm Suguru lost in his fight with Yuta & Rika and patch it back onto him before he was left somewhere (let's assume buried or stacked in a cairn in the woods somewhere, left otherwise intact and relatively accessible), Kenny would have taken control of a body with a missing limb.

Following this, "Suguru Geto" returns to his congregation of curse users, bloody but unbowed, minus one arm and probably nursing an understandable grudge over his loss on the campus. It's roughly a year before the Shibuya plan is put into motion but Kenjaku has been planning for ages, and most of the pieces are already in place. He just wants a few more good cards in hand before he sets things in motion. I like to think actual Suguru knew of Jogo, Hanami, and Dagon, though he may not have encountered them directly or didn't know quite what to do with them yet. Given his status and technique, it's hard to imagine he wasn't aware of them unless they kept themselves well hidden until the year Kenjaku presumably approached them with a plan. The Mountain, Forest, and Ocean curses were good allies and good fuel for Kenjaku's borrowed technique, and he easily sold them on a modified version of Suguru's "annihilate all humans" plan.

The unexpected bonus was Mahito, who came into being during that interim year. The Humanoid curse was young but cunning, and came with a very unexpected power. By manipulating the soul of a living being, Mahito could freely alter its physiology. Naturally an easy test of this utility would have been talking Mahito into growing the missing arm back on Kenny's borrowed body, which I'm sure Mahito was more than happy to do to prove himself to his new powerful allies.

Now this is where things get interesting. Because Kenny's vessel is Suguru Geto's body, did Mahito manipulate Suguru Geto's soul to grow that arm back? My guess is yes, because of a brief little instance during the Shibuya incident where Kenjaku loses control of his vessel. When he reveals himself to taunt Satoru Gojo, which arm snaps up to to try choke him? The right one. Probably Suguru's dominant hand, sure, but also the one he lost in his fight with Yuta & Rika. The one Mahito had to grow back by tapping into that body's soul.

Now I'm not saying the whole of what remains of the real Suguru is stashed away in that arm. But I am saying that when Mahito touched the real Suguru's soul with his technique and got it moving, he woke it up a bit, just enough for it to know it was still there. I know a common interpretation of this little event is that protecting Satoru was as natural as muscle-memory for Suguru, and the motion was basically automatic. But what if when Satoru spoke to Kenjaku in Shibuya, Suguru's soul was the part that was awake enough to listen, to try to resist, to prove it was still in there.

So for all you wonderful fix-it fic writers, there's a new angle for you if you hadn't considered it. From speaking with Nanami and Yuji, Satoru must be aware of what Mahito is capable of. Perhaps Mahito's technique could be the key to recovering the real Suguru from within that stolen body...

#sable has a take #sable talks about media #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk analysis #gojo satoru #geto suguru #mahito #kenjaku #satosugu #fix it fic #fix it au #jjk au

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elegantsparklyllama · 4 months

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Why we love Asha x Starboy

I just watched Wish, and it is because of the lack of meaningful character interaction in the movie. Aside from Asha and Magnifico, there are only so many characters to bounce off with Asha. There are 7 friends, but they're surface-level at best, with one line per character. The same goes for Sabino (Asha's grandfather), Asha's mom, and even the goat! Star in the final movie is a one-note "follow your dreams" character. There is no added dimension to these interactions, making the film feel hollow.

Giving the Star a humanoid appearance and a potential romance with Asha suddenly makes Wish more interesting. By making Star a human, writers are less likely to treat them like a random animal sidekick and more like a human character.

Meaningful character interactions give viewers something to cling to and relate to emotionally. The Disney Renaissance emphasizes romantic subplots and family conflicts for this reason. You can also find this when the main hero interacts with an animal sidekick. They provide the heart of a movie.

As a writer, I'm attracted to romance subplots because, like any relationship, they provide exciting character interactions and emotional investment. I'm beating a dead horse, but just because a princess has a romance arc doesn't mean she isn't empowered. Belle and Mulan are Disney princesses with love interests, yet they are still fully fleshed-out characters. Romance can also thematically enhance a story. Beauty and the Beast would not be the same without a romance between Belle and the Beast.

In the context of Wish, I think Asha already has an animal sidekick with the goat. She only needs one (they already have too many characters with the 7 teens). It is not that animal sidekicks couldn't be compelling characters. Mushu from Mulan is an example of creating entertaining animal sidekicks. He even has a character arc that complements Mulan, the main heroine. However, with Disney standards right now, you can't help but feel they might butcher the animal sidekicks.

Even the OG movie Snow White checks the mark for meaningful character interactions. It is not between the nameless prince and Snow White, but it is with the seven dwarves. Ironically this is where Asha's 7 friends are based off. The most important relationship of Snow White is literally in the title of her movie: Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. Unlike Wish, the reason why they can get away with 7 dwarfs is because the film is centered around the relationship between them and Snow White to avoid bloat.

It doesn't help that Asha and Magnifico themselves feel like bland cutouts. If you compare them to Disney's rosters of heroes and villains, they'd pale in comparison. They have the most interesting interactions but it feels like the bare minimum.

Whenever I look back on a movie, I remember a thought-provoking thematic beat or even a funny character interaction. Wish doesn't leave room for much. The movie feels like an amateur school play they show to grade-schoolers which is a low for Disney.

You know what's sadder?

I wish I could've had that meaningful character interaction with Asha and her grandfather, Sabino. They had something with Asha wanting to grant Sabino's wish but Sabino refused to let it be granted. In the movie, the conflict lasts for about a scene, and then it shifts to granting the wishes of everyone in Rosas.

You can see why the writers toyed with the idea of the Star Boy being a younger version of Sabino. The relationship between Sabino and Asha is the heart of the story.

This imaginary ship buried in concept art gave what the movie lacked: a heart. It is not enough to spew out inspirational messages and call people stars. One should also incorporate humanity.

I have a lot more thoughts on the story, specifically in its thematic beats but that is for another time.

#meta #disney wish #wish 2023 #asha x star #star boy wish #asha wish #princess asha #disney

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thecreaturecodex · 3 months

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Ipupiara

Image © Wizards of the Coast

[Sponsored by @some-trash-pigeon. The merrow is the Irish version of the mermaid, and like many folkloric mermaids, typically the men appear grotesque and the women gorgeous. The name has been in D&D since the 1e AD&D Monster Manual, and a similar version appears in Pathfinder. The AD&D/PF merrow is an aquatic ogre, which didn't get a unique stat block until Pathfinder. D&D 5e decided to revamp the merrow, and I gotta say, it's near the top of the list for "biggest art glow-up". And, since the folkloric merrow is a merman rather than a big aquatic guy, it's more accurate to boot.

So why the name "ipupiara"? Well, for one thing, "merrow" is taken in Pathfinder. For another, the ipupiara is a Brazilian mer-thing that is actually oversized, and even has whiskers! That name was suggested to me by monster researcher (and my girlfriend) @abominationimperatrix.]

Ipupiara CR 5 CE Monstrous Humanoid This creature has a humanoid torso and the head and tail of a monstrous fish. It has barbels hanging from its underslung jaw, and fins grow along its head, shoulders and arms. It is sinuous from the waist down, and wears shell jewelry and other trophies and trinkets.

The ipupiara are mutant merfolk, the descendants of merfolk who ventured into the Abyss and adapted to its hostile waters. They can be found on any Abyssal layer with aqueous environments, and their scaly hides are capable of withstanding extremes of heat and cold. Although they have no ability to traverse the planes on their own, they are often found on the Material Plane, where they are a menace to sailors and fishermen. The first ipupiara were worshippers of Dagon, and the majority of them still serve the Shadow in the Sea.

Ipupiara are bullies above all else and tend to target the smallest, weakest victims when they have a chance. They carry barbed harpoons, which they use to latch onto prey, before squeezing them to death in their muscular coils. Ipupiara string up the mutilated corpses of their victims as territorial warnings, typically missing their eyes, noses, fingers and toes. Ipupiara can survive in any temperature of water, but prefer to lair in three-dimensional substrates such as kelp forests, shipwrecks and sea caves.

An ipupiara is about fifteen feet long, half of which is tail.

Ipupiara CR 5 XP 1,600 CE Large monstrous humanoid (aquatic, extraplanar) Init +4; Senses darkvision 60 ft., Perception +7

Defense AC 18, touch 9, flat-footed 18 (-1 size, +8 Dex) hp 45 (6d10+12) Fort +4, Ref +5, Will +7 DR 5/piercing; Resist cold 10, fire 10

Offense Speed 10 ft., swim 40 ft. Melee 2 claws +9 (1d4+4), bite +9 (1d8+4) or harpoon +9/+4 (2d6+6/x3 plus grab), bite +4 (1d8+2) Ranged harpoon +5 (1d8+6/x3 plus grab) Space 10 ft.; Reach 10 ft. Special Attacks constrict (2d4+6), gripping harpoon

Statistics Str 18, Dex 11, Con 15, Int 8, Wis 10, Cha 13 Base Atk +6; CMB +11; CMD 21 (cannot be tripped) Feats Exotic Weapon Proficiency (harpoon) (B), Improved Initiative, Intimidating Prowess, Iron Will Skills Intimidate +14, Perception +7, Survival +7, Swim +19 Languages Abyssal, Aquan SQ amphibious

Ecology Environment any aquatic (Abyss) Organization solitary, pair, gang (3-8) or mob (9-24) Treasure standard (2 harpoons, other treasure)

Special Abilities Gripping Harpoon (Ex) An ipupiara is skilled at using harpoons to grip prey. It can grapple with a harpoon on any successful hit, not just a critical hit.

#pathfinder 1e #d&d #ipupiara #merrow #merman #sponsored post #brazilian folklore

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roses-dreams-andthorns · 1 year

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This is a silly request but could I have the dorm leaders with a reader that makes them sweets and flower bouquets for Valentine's Day?

Yessir, yessir! I sure can!

Dorm Leaders when Reader gives them bouquets and sweets for Valentines Day!

Riddle

"Hey, Riddle-senpai!"

"Hm? ah, Reader-san, how may I help you?"

"I wanted to give these to you! I made them"

"huh?"

♡ he's quite confused at first so it takes him a second to react

♡ after a little bit, he'll smile and take them

♡ In this moment, he can't help but look in your beautiful eyes while you smile at him, and say the words:

"Happy Valentines Day!"

♡ makes his heart flutter

♡ did he eat butterflies or something?

♡ he cherishes the gift

♡ he will make sure the flowers are well taken care of

He smiles as he stares into your eyes, those pretty eyes of yours, that shining smile that could out-shine the sun, your kind personality... those were the things he adored about you. And he's happy you are here with him.

"... Thank you, Reader-san..."

Leona

"Leona-senpai!"

"Wha- oh, it's you, what do you want, herbivore?"

"I wanted to give these to you! I made them myself!"

○ He stares at it for a moment

○ he looks at it in a way you think you did something wrong

○ then he smirks at you

He smirks as he approaches you

"Oooh, so this is what your little "Valentines Day" is about... I get it.."

you gulp slightly as he inches closer to your face

"uh-"

Then he suddenly pulls away, Laughing, but then he stops and looks in your eyes

"thanks for the gift, herbivore."

Azul

"Hi, Azul!"

"hmm? Oh, well if it isn't Reader! Here to strike a deal?"

"No, actually, I just came here to give you these!"

☆ He inspects your gift, looking at the selection of flowers and the assortment of chocolates

☆ he smiles smuggly, then turns to you

☆ You quickly give him a small kiss in this time

☆ Forgets what he was about to say and face turns red

☆ you laugh slightly at his reaction

"hmm... This is an amazing gift, thank you-"

you gently plant a kiss on his cheek, he freezes up as if he were a fish in the freezer, he's looking into your eyes as he's frozen, your are eyes so vibrant, he just can't look away once he's made contact.

He suddenly takes you by the waist, and pulls you into a hug

"Thank you... Reader..."

Kalim

"Kalim!!!"

"Oh! Reader!!"

"I got you something!"

☆ he loves them so much istg

☆ You should get him a teddy bear with it too, he'll love it

☆ He'll pay it back to you

☆ but with waaayyy more expensive stuff

☆ what he gets you puts your little gift of flowers and chocolates to shame

A normal day at Ramshackle, until you hear a knock at the door. You expect it to be Ace and Deuce coming here to escape Riddle's wrath, but no, when you open the door, you are instead met with the humanoid version of sunlight himself, Kalim.

"Kalim? what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to thank you for the gift you got me, so... I got you a little something too!"

He says as he pulls a very expensive looking box of different jewelry from his homeland, there's even a matching bracelet for you both!

"Is this... really for me?"

"Yep! all for you!"

"Kalim, you didn't have to-"

he puts a finger over your mouth and smiles

"I did have to though! you deserve the best gifts in the world!"

His sweetness almost brings you to tears.

Vil

"Hi, Vil-senpai!"

"hm? do you need something, dear?"

"not really, I just wanted to give these to you!"

☆ very flattered by your gift

☆ immediately puts the flowers in a special vase

☆ then he comes and gives you a sweet hug

he puts the beautiful flower bouquet into the vase, then approaches you, looks into your eyes, the begins pulling you into a soft embrace

"Thank you, dear. I will cherish it."

"you're welcome, Vil!"

Idia

"Hi, Idia!"

"Eep! W-when did you get here?"

"Just a second ago, here! These are for you!"

☆ is this another cringe thing you normies do?

☆ is what he would be thinking, if it wasn't you giving these to him

☆ he takes them hestitantly, still unsure if its really meant for him

he stares into your eyes with disbelief, you may or may not see slight tears forming

"Are these... really for m-me?"

"yep! do you like them?"

"...y-yes... I do... thank you..."

"yaaay!"

you smiled brightly, Idia blushes at the sight, oh, the poor shy boy...

Malleus

"Malleus-Senpai!!"

"Child of man? what are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to give these to you!"

☆ like Vil, he's very flattered

☆ like Kalim, he will return the favor by bringing you more expensive gifts

☆ will get you whatever you desire for absolutely no price

☆ that last part was a lie, you have to pay him with your love and affection

"as a thank you, Child of man, I will get you whatever you desire in exchange for your affection."

"Well what if what I desire is your love and affection?"

"then the price will already be paid, come here."

He pulls you into a gentle hug, holding you close for what feels like hours, never letting go.

you might as well sleep here, he won't be letting go for a while now

#twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #kalim al asim x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia x reader

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violetjedisylveon · 6 months

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I had a spicynoodles idea last night

It's basically just them in Tangled

LBD is Mother Gothal obvi, MK is Rapunzal and Red Son is Flynn.

Maybe Mei can be Pascal but a tiny dragon instead? Or she's Maximas but badass horse dragon.

King and Queen(I don't think they have names) can is Shadowpeach.

Suggestion from @frikijedai, Freenoodles run the ugly duckling bar place, and I really like that.

I think it also works with Red Son as Rapunzal and MK as Flynn but Red Son doesn't seem like the type to take LBD's bs as much. He does have the hair for it tho

Important Update!

I'm going with the Red Son as Rapunzal version, @py-dreamer had some really good ideas + I get to draw Red Son with really long, fluffy hair.

MK works good as Flynn because he can fit Flynn's story pretty well, an orphan inspired by a popular character in a story he told all the other kids and makes a new image for himself based on that hero.

Mei is a smol dragon that is constantly teasing the boys, she's kinda like the dragon from the Barbie Rapunzal movie, maybe she can turn into a humanoid form but prefers or is stuck in ity bity dragon form.

LBD definitely knows about Mei here but since she's very smol and seemingly insignificant, LBD doesn't give a shit about her, + she keeps Red Son from bugging her too much.

Freenoodles still run the ugly duckling tavern/restaurant thing like in the suggestion from @frikijedai.

The Mayor is still LBD's assistant, I thought about him being the small old man from the tavern but nah.

This isn't strictly sticking to the Tangled story, it's more Tangled + fairytale inspired AU, it has the same major plot points but the details are a bit different.

Red Son's power does not come from his hair, he has the power in him. His hair will glow and hest up when he says the incantation, and he can send the fire through it + it catches fire when he gets too emotional. So his hair is a better weapon cause it can burn people. If it gets cut its very flammable.

MK is still a monkey.

Update 2!

The more I work on this the less it sticks to the Tangled story

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twisted-wonderland-shenanigans · 1 year

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MERMAY: Twisted Wonderland Mermaid!AU Skit

Okay, here’s the other skit for my other version of the Mermaid!AU~!

Compared to the Marine Biologist!AU, this version has Yuu getting stranded on an island while on a scuba diving trip, and their goal is not only to find a way to get home, but also to discover the secrets of the island and uncover the history behind what caused the mermaids and the avians (aka like Rook since he’s a seagull) to be separated and turned into mere mythology.

What you’re about to read was more or less a writing exercise I wrote and edited for a possible part when Yuu first wakes up. I don't think I'm going to use this as part of the prologue, but it’s still a possibility if anyone else wanted to imagine this situation once I get it started!

Reminder: there is a language barrier between the humans and mermaids/avians, meaning that things we know the names of would be things they don’t know. Just like in the Little Mermaid! 0v0

Enjoy~!

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Drip…drip…drip……

A quiet groan escaped as Yuu slowly opened their eyes, grunting and gasping as they slowly picked themselves up. Their body was battered and sore, their lungs burning as cold, damp air chilled their skin. Struggling to gather their thoughts, slowly but surely the memories of what happened came flooding back. What the hell was that…that…thing they saw?! What could possibly exist in the world that could destroy an entire ship in one swipe?! How—

How…did they survive?

“Where…am I?” Yuu uttered, looking at their surroundings. It became clear that they were inside a cave, a large pool of water nearby illuminated with a bright blue-green light that made ripples across the ceiling. The stone walls were also covered with glowing blue lights, slowly fading in and out like glittering stars. Were these glow worms? Wait…no, those hung from the ceiling. Some type of crystal?

On trying to stand to get a closer look at the wall, however, they collapsed the moment they tried to put any weight on their leg. In the dim lighting, they could see that their leg was wrapped tightly in seaweed. Peeling it away, they discovered a strange paste covering a large gash in the wet suit’s leg and an injury that looked mostly healed. Where had it come from? Who wrapped their leg up in seaweed and tended to their injuries?

“What’s…going on?” they uttered, noticing the array of random junk and items nearby. It looked like random stuff that had come from ships, some old, broken, and tattered while others were sealed in water-tight containers. Digging around one of the containers, Yuu found several survival kits inside and a survival guidebook in a waterproof bag and immediately pulled out the thermal blanket to wrap around their cold body. Sighing as their body began to warm up, they looked around once again and wondered, “How did I even get here?”

Bloop!

Yuu’s eyes landed on the pool of water nearby, staring at the rippling surface.

Bloop!

Their heart skipped a beat as they scuttled away from the edge, clutching the blanket around them tightly as they stared. Even from this angle they spotted two shadowy shapes appearing, both slowly growing larger and larger. ‘What is that?!’ they thought, heart hammering in their chest. Then—right before their eyes—a head emerged from the water.

A humanoid head with fins on its head.

Bright green eyes stared at them, the creature’s skin a mix of soft and dark blue with a black spade mark on its face partly hidden by the dark blue hair on its head. Its jaw dropped open as the fish it had been carrying fell, floating in the water. Seconds later, a second head emerged from the water with a head of bright red hair and a red heart-shaped mark on the opposite side of its face. This one looked annoyed as it chittered and squeaked something at its friend…before it too stopped and stared at Yuu.

“……I…I’m dreaming,” Yuu whispered. “I’m delirious and imagining fish-people in the water. There’s no way this is real…”

Then—in what looked like whispering—the creatures began quietly clicking and chittering at one another.

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“…dude…it’s awake…”

“I know…”

“Why is it awake?!”

“I thought it was going to still be unconscious by the time we left the fish for it!”

“Dude, I told you to leave that thing alone! What if it’s dangerous?!”

“If it were dangerous, it would have already attacked us, Ace!”

The cavern echoed their words back at them, both of them glancing back and forth between each other and the strange two-legged creature.

“This is not good,” Ace uttered, gripping his head nervously. “Seriously, what are we going to do? How are we going to explain this to the others?! What even is it in the first place??”

“I don’t know!” Deuce snapped. “Maybe…they’re a deformed seal? Or an avian who lost their wings?”

“Then how do you explain the flippers on its legs instead of talons?” Ace pointed out. He did a double-take and asked, “And did it just grow a new set of silver scales? That’s so weird!”

“Weird or not, it still needed our help, Ace!” Deuce said with a frown. “They only appeared right after the Island Guardian reacted to that small metal whale, right? So maybe…it’s a new species that came from another island seeking help?”

Ace groaned as he shook his head. “We’re going to be in so much trouble once Riddle finds out about this…”

“You’re the one who said you wanted to go out beyond the void after getting him angry in the first place.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Eem treemin,” the creature mumbled, shaking their head before smacking their palms against the sides of their head. “Eem treemin, eem treemin…!”

“Is…is it okay?” Deuce asked, cautiously swimming forward to try and check on them.

Spotting movement nearby, Ace noticed a brightly colored form slithering across the cavern floor as it crawled across the silver skin around the creature’s body. It seemed to notice its new visitor too and—with wide eyes—it jumped up with a shriek.

“AAAAA!!”

“AAAAA!!!”

“AAAAAAA!!!”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland mermaid au #twst mermaid au #ace trappola #deuce spade

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fallloverfic · 9 months

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"Nimona" fandom informational rundown

New to the fandom and a bit confused about things? Hopefully this will help!

Nimona was a webcomic by Nate Diana Stevenson/ND Stevenson that was first shown on tumblr on December 14, 2011, and Nate later launched it as an official webcomic on its own website on June 19, 2012. It was contracted for publication post-completion as a graphic novel sometime before November 1, 2012. The webcomic finished online publication on September 30, 2014. Shortly afterward, most of the webcomic was taken down as part of the contractual agreement for publication as a physical graphic novel, leaving only a short bit of the opening as a preview. The website for the webcomic later went down entirely, and is no longer accessible.

The comic was published in entirety as a single graphic novel on May 12, 2015. The movie adaptation rights were sold to Fox in 2015, as well, and the project was given to Blue Sky Studios. The comic was later adapted into a full cast audiobook on October 4, 2016. The graphic novel is available for purchase in paperback, hardcover, and as an ebook, and the audiobook is also available for purchase. (The link has international seller links). The graphic novel has been translated into 16 languages. It is also available in a special edition English hardcover via Illumicrate. They only ship from the UK, but ship internationally, and you don't need a subscription to buy the book. As the standard graphic novel and audiobook are ~7+ years old now, if you have a local library, you can see if either of them are available that way.

Disney bought 20th Century Fox Animation (later 20th Century Animation, the purchase completed in 2019), but later shut down Blue Sky Studios in 2021, cancelling the still-in-production movie. Crew worked on shopping the movie around for a new home after talks with Disney. The movie was later picked up and completed by Annapurna, DNEG, and Netflix, premiered June 14, 2023 in France, showed in select theaters starting principally on June 23, 2023, and released to general audiences on Netflix for streaming on June 30, 2023. I have more info on this here.

In English, Nimona is voiced by Chloë Grace Moretz, Ballister Boldheart is voiced by Riz Ahmed, and Ambrosius Goldenloin is voiced by Eugene Lee Yang.

If you're looking for official merch, the movie soundtrack is up on multiple platforms, including YouTube, iOS, Spotify, and Amazon, and a vinyl version of the soundtrack will be sold by iam8bit. There is an official humanoid Nimona plushie, a whale Nimona plushie, and a shark Nimona plushie, available via Netflix, Gee, and Hot Topic, as well as a variety of official shirts available via Hot Topic and Amazon (just search Brand: Nimona). Nate also still sells "Nimona" comic art on his INPRNT store.

Netflix released a free-to-read digital-only multimedia 358-page artbook for the movie (but took it down in March 2024). (It's also been released at least for crew/friends of crew(?) in physical release, so maybe it'll get mass release as a hardcover). Outside of this, a lot of the crew for the movie from both Blue Sky and DNEG have been releasing a ton of concept art and development stuff, and the cast and crew have been doing a lot of promotional interviews and videos going back through like April 2023, so there's a lot of material to look through on YouTube, tiktok, tumblr, twitter, Instagram, Facebook/Meta, and Vimeo, as well as various news and media sites. Nate is active on tumblr, his personal blog, twitter, and Instagram. Annapurna, DNEG, and Netflix also have multiple accounts on many platforms, including their own websites, YouTube, Facebook/Meta, and Twitter, and have been sharing clips and behind the scenes stuff.

Nimona actually has been added to a video game: Nimona was included as an event companion in SharkBite 2, a Roblox game.

If you're looking for fanworks, the fandom is active on most platforms, and has been ever since Nate started posting early art of the characters. Nate's talked at length in multiple places about how big the fandom was during the webcomic's publication. Mostly back then folks were very active in the Disqus comments on pages, which are a bit harder to find these days. There's a lot of the older comic fanart still circulating in different places (particularly tumblr, where the fandom was most active), some of which Nate reblogged. There is crossover between the comic and movie fandoms, as many fans of the comic love the movie and vice versa, and both fandoms are quite active. There is at least one active subreddit and fanwiki (and many others on assorted fantasy, comic, movie, and non-English language sites), as well as TV Tropes pages for both the comic and movie adaptation and a number of Discord servers.

For fanfiction, there are a ton of fics on Archive of Our Own in the comic tag and in the movie adaptation tag. There are also a number of fics on tumblr, some fics on fanfiction.net, and some on Wattpad. There are fanvids on tiktok, Instagram, and YouTube. There is fanart on tumblr, twitter, deviantart, instagram, and pixiv. There are cosplayers, meta analysts, roleplayers, music makers, and many other fanworkers

Some tags to use/browse for posts on tumblr and other sites:

Nimona

Nimona fanart

Nimona comic

Nimona movie

Ballister Blackheart

Ballister Boldheart

Ambrosius Goldenloin

Gloreth

Meredith Blitzmeyer

Ballister x Ambrosius / Goldenheart / Boldloin / Boldenloin / Blackenloin / Blackloin / Goldheart

Will update this post as I come across new things.

#Nimona #ND Stevenson #Nimona comic #Nimona webcomic #Nimona graphic novel #Nimona movie #Ballister Blackheart #Ballister Boldheart #Ambrosius Goldenloin #FAQ #Nimona FAQ

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Tony and transhumanism

Tony Stark mentions in Captain Marvel: Dark Tempest (2023) #3.

Setting aside the “even HE knows what hands-off means”, it's interesting to me that when faced with a humanoid-machine blend, Carol's mind goes to Tony. She says that Tony was the original transhuman, and well, he maybe wasn't the first in the marvel universe, but he got his first synthetic heart in Iron Man #19 (back in 1969!), and transhumanism has been a part of his story arc for a long time. Some examples on the top of my mind (I know there are more, this is not an exhaustive list):

-When Tony had an implant in his mind to remotely control the armour while he was paralyzed in volume 1.

-His fight with the sentient armour in volume 3, and the end of it, when it gave him its heart (Iron Man vol.3 #30). And fully replaced Tony's heart with its own "mechanical bio-physiology". An artificial heart that was still implanting itself into Tony and fixing his broken ribs in issue 31 (body horror much??).

-Extremis, of course, which to me is the height of Tony's path to transhumanism. It's one of the two logical conclusions to his search to always perfect Iron Man and himself. Either make his body machine, or forgo the body entirely (looking at the three different Tony Stark AIs Tony has made). Extremis is especially good to me because of how he made himself the perfect blend of man and machine. Tony had until then always had recurring problems with his heart and other physical disabilities, and with Extremis he was finally past that "flaw". He was stronger, could heal, but more importantly, his mind was faster and better. I think he never came closer to erasing the line between Tony Stark and Iron Man than he did then. There was so much potential for this story beat, but Civil War and Dark Reign kind of ruined it. I really wish we could have had Extremis for longer, and really explore the classic "what makes one human" "man vs machine" and other transhumanist questions with Tony. Oh well. As an aside, it's interesting to me that Superior Iron Man decided to bring Extremis back. Clearly to him that was the next step of evolution, or in his words, what made him a god. If we push the analysis further, does this mean that regular Tony has developed an aversion to Extremis and what it entails? Maybe some left-over trauma from the Civil War and brain deletion?

-The repulsor node in Tony's chest after he was brought back. That controlled his brain. And also the bleeding edge armour that Tony casually put into his bone marrow. You know. Like one does.

-The fact that Tony apparently was experimenting on his biology and body and that that was the only reason Carol didn't kill him at the end of Civil War II. And then the fact that he managed to bring himself back to life and synthetize a new body.

-The Tony Stark AI that ran around during Secret Empire. Who made himself drunk, and also remembered Civil War somehow, and had all of Tony's character traits and regrets (see Secret Empire (2017) #6). I know it's probably an error on the writer's part, but I choose to believe that somehow this artificial version of Tony really remembers the Civil War. On top of AI Tony acting and thinking like the flesh and blood one, everyone around him really treated him like the "real" Tony. Hydra Steve even said that Tony downloaded his consciousness into the AI. Making it essentially Tony. I don't know where I'm going with this but I have Feelings about AI Tony.

-The whole mess of Tony Stark: Iron Man and Iron Man 2020 where Tony was wondering if he was just a soulless copy of the original dead Tony Stark (Which, weird that he now starts to worry about this after all his deaths and comas and whatnots), decided he was just an AI in an artificial body, and then with the help of his friends remade his body. Again. Also, he spoke with AI Tony for like five minutes and then AI Tony sacrificed himself. I am still mad about that.

Transhumanism is one of the most important beats in Tony's character, right alongside his quest to make the future better and his alcoholism. It's a facinating subject that I will never get enough of, especially not in relation to Tony, who for a very long time has dealt with physical disability, and whose mind and genius is maybe the one thing he can rely on and one of the rare things about himself that he is proud of.

Right now, Tony's just a regular man in a can again, but I really hope that we'll see more of his journey into transhumanism, because to me it's an essential part of his character. And done well, it's an excellent source for angst, too.

#wednesday spoilers #tony stark #transhumanism #tony stark meta #(kind of?? what should I tag my comic ramblings?)#this post is a mess but the carol issue really made me remember how many transhumanism feelings I have about tony #as always feel free to reblog with your own thoughts and/or additions #I love talking comics #shoutout to the iron man subreddit for bringing up the tony mention in the carol issue

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