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youeitherselfshiporudie · 10 months

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my sinister six sonas REVEALED!!!

Green Goblin (AKA Greenie AKA Michael Osborn)

He was a streamer and social media manager for Oscorp but showed pretty much no potential to be the next head of the company so in his anger he stole some thing for a project that was supposed to make some kind of super hero or monster or something g who knows but he drinks it and he turns green gets sharp teeth pointed ears and acidy spit! he’s a gross little freak who bites and spits on people his little pumpkin bombs are full of his own spit because it’s like green and orange and gross he is so so disgusting YUCK YUCKY LITTLE MAN!!! also instead of the little hoverboard that green goblin usually has he has COOL BOOTS idk what his universe is like yet tho i imagining a lot of skater imagery and such if that makes sense? sort of like,,, jet set radio? a little? very fast paced place!!!)

The Vulture (AKA THE BEAST OF THE VIDEO STORE aka Michael Tooms)

A disgruntled worker at a video store and lover of monster movies, Michael Tooms loves not only to watch the movies but to replicate props from them, collect them and discuss them. But one day after a particular run in with an escaped lab bird… he BECAME a movie monster! Claws and feathers! Beaks and fangs!! The Vulture is coming to a video store near YOU!!!

i like to think his crimes consist of him stealing movie things and just shiny stuff that he kinda hoards away in his old store (that has since been wrecked and turned into a bird monster nest)

Electro (AKA Ellie AKA Michael Dillon)

A 60s scientist who was just trying to show the marvels of super computing to children when a lighting strike hit the building just so and trapped his very soul and being in the electricity of the building itself! He is a being of pure electricity and i imagine he’s very shaped! sort of like jerry from the movie soul (he’s made from one line of electricity idk idk! i want to draw him but i have had no draw skill lately)

Doc Ock (AKA Doktor Oktopus AKA Virgil Octavius)

I don’t have much for him but his extra arms are more doll like in nature with joints and human like hands and what all i am very very inspired by old automatons, specifically the one created by David Roentgen that plays harpsichord !! so the design is there but the story is not :0

Mysterio (AKA Michael Beck)

His is the closest to the og character of the bunch, he is a guy with a big interest in practical effects but since that job is kinda defunct (for the most part) he turns to like crime or something idk this might change!! i haven’t put much thought into this one!!!

Venom (Michael Brock)

I am running out of steam he is a weirdo victorian/steampunky doctor who is studying the symbiote very weird sleep deprived man!

#mike thots #sinister sonas #more like sinsister SUX #ok to rblog ok to comment ok to ask questions if u have them hgggg

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ozarkfleajunksales · 4 months

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#realwest #realwest1968 #sinsisters #boseikard #wakara #canyonghost

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dallydaydream · 1 month

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Me when Sinister is holding Nathan: "Hey put that baby down!"

Me when Sinsister puts Nathan down: "NOT THERE"

#Mr. Sinister you can't just dunk a baby in a pot of virus soup and expect that to make him invincible #where did you study biology #X-Men 97 #X-Men 97 spoilers

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unboundprompts · 3 days

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I'm developing a Spiderwoman alternate universe, and I'm unsure about how to introduce my character. Can you provide some ideas for how she might reveal her face, akin to the dramatic moments of unmasking seen in the 'Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse movie?

Hero Removing their Mask Prompts

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

She needed to get somewhere safe. She had just taken a nasty hit and wasn't sure how much farther she could go. The buildings loomed tall overhead, watching her shoot web after web as she tried to cover as much ground as possible. They offered her no comfort, just mere giants in a cold city. The rain was coming down in sleets, mixing with the blood that she was sure was running down her face and staining her suit. A small apartment building with a fire escape in a dark alley caught her attention, and she clumisly dropped down, stumbling on the landing from a twisted ankle. She sat down, leaning her back against the brick wall and tore off her mask so she could breathe better. It was sticky with blood, her hair stuck uncomfortably to her face from the downpour. Closing her eyes and sighing, waiting to regain enough energy to make it home, she didn't hear a nearby window slide open. "[Hero Name]?" an unfamiliar voice asked, full of bewilderment and worry. Her eyes shot open to look at the man staring at her, and she scrambled to cover her face. Shakily, she pulled herself to a stand, ignoring the aches and pains that shot through her body at the unwanted movement. "No, wait!" he called, right before she leapt from the railing.

He was trapped. Wedged between a building and a car and he wasnt strong enough to break free. He needed time to recover. Needed time to gather his thoughts or else bad things were going to happen. But he was already too late. The bad things were here and he wasn't strong enough to stop them. The villain was walking towards him now, sinsister smile creeping onto their face as they realized what had happened. They had won. They crouched before him, sizing his pitiful form up and down. They reached out and ripped his mask from his face.

"Why are you shutting me out?" Their friend cried, heart breaking from the months of secrets and lies they had been feeding her. "Why are you so suddenly pushing me away? What is so bad that you can't even tell your best friend?" But she wouldn't understand. And they couldn't tell her. They were so alone and it was so hard to carry the weight of this secret on their shoulders, but they couldn't bring themself to tell her. And now, they were going to lose her because of it. "Please," she continued to sob, "please, just let me help you. You don't have to do this alone. I'm always here for you, I never left and I never will." It felt like a dam was breaking behind their eyes. "I..." they took a shaky breath. Should they even tell her? "I'm... I'm [Hero Name]."

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#writing prompts #creative writing #writeblr #dialogue prompt #story prompt #ask box prompts #hero and villain prompts #hero prompts #fantasy prompts

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synstoria · 1 year

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So... After twitter exodus and while I am still recovering from LifeTM, I thought I could do a little long recommandation list, so here we are.

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@sinsisters

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@foxglovegames

I surely forgot some, there is so many incredible dev out there but you can start by checking them out if you don't know them already!

#recommandations #amare games

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sinematically · 1 year

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Wrote a lil fic about Martha Wayne and Bruce, how she teaches him to create the 'Brucie Wayne' persona, and is overall a great mom because why not.

It's on AO3 as well (linked below)

Title: Martha Wayne, Socialite

Summary: Before Bruce Wayne — Billionaire Playboy, came Martha Wayne — Socialite. The story of how Brucie Wayne came to be, and how Martha Wayne did it first.

Characters: Martha Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Thomas Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth.

Words: 1.4k

No Warnings, General Audience. Do let me know if there's any content or trigger warnings that I need to add!

Here's the AO3 link

When Bruce Wayne was little, he didn’t like all the attention he got.

The persons who considered themselves Gotham’s most Elite looked at Bruce like he was a doll. They would randomly hold his arm up like he was an action figure being guided, poke his cheeks and sometimes going as far as pulling his face.

Bruce would make faces, wipe off the kisses women left on his cheek and on one occasion even refused to let one of the older men near him

Martha Wayne was an expert at defusing the tension at these moments, and would play off Bruce’s behaviour as cranky. Sometimes she said he hadn’t napped, or that he’s been out in the sun all day. She would always charm the women, disarming them with flattery, and laugh a little louder at whatever the men said. She also liked to play very, very dumb, so the attention shifted from her young son, to her.

Martha noticed the looks people threw her way, as she made up excuses.

The so-called high society liked to pass rude comments behind her back. Particularly of how she was an “airhead trophy wife” destined to hang off Thomas’s arm for the rest of her life.

Martha acted none the wiser, blinking at the men and women as if what they were saying was truly the most interesting thing. She’s bat her lashes, twirl her hair even, if it meant they would keep spewing out secrets and dish out drama like it was no one business. They didn’t look at Martha as a threat anyway, what could good ol’ Martha even do?

It wasn’t her fault people underestimated her, really. If people chose to ignore her intelligence, no one could place her, for she chose to weapons it. The others were always dumber than they accused Martha of being.

So yes, Martha did notice the looks people threw her way, as she made up excuses.

What they never noticed was how Thomas would suddenly materialize beside her and whisk Bruce away. Sometimes, if Thomas was busy talking to someone important, it was Alfred who’d come to collect Bruce.

They always took the youngest Wayne to the same place, the small kitchenette at the East end of the Manor, far away from the ballroom, and all the noise. Martha would join them as soon as she could.

Moments after Martha look her leave this time, Thomas, Alfred, and Bruce were in the kitchenette. Alfred was standing, three dessert bowls in front of him. Two of them had a single scoop of ice cream. Thomas and Bruce were sharing one bowl. Martha joined as they contemplated a second scoop, which Alfred always refused to indulge in. He did, however, have one scoop ready for Martha.

“Blow them away with tall tales?” Thomas asked, kissing Martha on her cheek. Bruce had scrunched up his face.

“Just the usual amount, I told them I was distracted by a butterfly this time” Martha said, rolling her eyes

“And they believed you?” Bruce asked.

“They always do honey” Martha smiled, digging into her scoop “Never underestimate the disguise of naivety, Bruce” Thomas said, digging his spoon into Martha’s bowl, “People like to believe they’re the smartest person in every room, letting them believe that is how you can assess how intelligent they really are”

“Yes,” Martha agrees, swatting Thomas’s hand away, “And it can be really fun, once you get the hang of it”

“I don’t see how they actually fall for it, mother. You don’t even sound like… that” Bruce protests, smiling a bit at his parent's childish behaviour. Martha would often speak in an airy voice, tilt her head more, and animatedly move her hands when she played the role of Martha Wayne.

“Well, that’s the trick, isn’t it. If I always sound like ‘Dear ol’ Martha Wayne’ around them,” Martha plasters on her fake smile, and looks through his lashes with doe eyes, “They’ll never know the difference, will they?”

“What do you do, father?” Bruce asks, looking at Thomas. He was trying and had failed at stealing another spoon of ice cream.

“Oh me? Nothing unusual son!” Thomas says, his voice booming. He sounded like he was an old-timey TV presenter, excited about everything that was happening. “I always sound the same!”

Bruce laughed, watching his parents play these characters.

“Why, Tommy dear, aren’t you strong” Martha says, as she bats Thomas’s spoon off with her own. Thomas grins, loopy and wide, “Only because you need me to protect you, dearest” Thomas says, bopping the cold spoon on her nose.

Martha snorts, and shakes her head at her husband. Alfred prepared another bowl of ice cream for Thomas and Bruce, adding another scoop to Martha’s now empty bowl, this time serving himself as well.

As Bruce thanks Alfred for the ice cream, he has an idea. “Mother, can you teach me how to be… dumb?”, and Martha grins. “Well, not that you are dumb, but I like what father said. That I could disguise who I am by being… blissfully naive” Bruce tests the new words out, like it’s a magical phrase that could grant him superpowers.

Bruce looks at them, and Thomas and Martha share an exaggerated look of confusion. Bruce is already grinning, he could see how, to an outsider, this farce was believable. They really committed to the bit.

“Why, should we, Tommy? I don’t know” Martha begins, Thomas has his finger tapping on his chin, “Oh dearest honey, I don’t know either! It’s little Brucie’s decision, is it not?” Thomas’s says, speaking like he was a news presenter, all old-timey again.

Martha turns to face Bruce, her eyes wider, the usual look of innocence and naivety taking over, “Brucie dear, do you really want to learn how to play dumb?” Martha asks, her voice is all high and airy again, and she tilts her head to the side like she’s confused.

Bruce can’t hold back the waterfall of giggles, as his parents continue to behave like children.

“Why! He’s laughing! He’s already got it then, doesn’t he, Tommy dear?” Martha says, clapping in glee and leaning into her husband. Thomas breaks his facade first, letting out an undignified snort at his wife’s antics. Martha looks up, knitting her eyebrows together, “Oh this won’t do!” She says, “I’ll teach him. You go speak your big words to the even bigger men!”

Thomas wraps his arm around Martha’s waist, and ruffles Bruce’s hair with his free hand.

“Eat your ice cream Martha, little Brucie Wayne can till tomorrow for his classes” Thomas says, he looks at his wife with a fond smile. Bruce looks away because when his parents look at each other like that, they tend to get ever grosser and kiss. He was right.

They were quick to finish their ice cream after. Alfred cleared their bowls, handed them napkins to rid the evidence, and straighten out Bruce’s Tux. Thomas left before Martha and Bruce did, off to meet the captain of the GCPD. Bruce and Martha followed, taking their own sweet time as they walked back to the ballroom. Bruce enjoyed the silence with his mother, she was looking at the wonderful painting Martha had collected in the house. “We should donate some of these to the Gotham Museum. I’ll ask Thomas to talk to the curator” she says to herself.

Bruce knows that few weeks time, these walls would be bare, or replaced with new art. Martha did this a lot.

As the music got closer, and the chatter louder, Martha pulled the thin shawl across her neck again. She didn’t let go of Bruce hand, either, as she told him to watch and learn.

Bruce watches transfixed, as Martha seems to transform in front of his eyes.

“First, you change your posture. That is not an excuse to slouch, because Wayne’s do not have poor posture” she said, drawing her shoulders and arching her back slightly. “Then, you find a voice!” Martha says, already speaking in a higher register. “Higher is usually easier! Sometimes you can pick a tone, change your accent even, like your father does. He sounds so posh!” Martha says, sounding more like Thomas.

“Now, once you have your posture and voice, you decide on your mask” she says. “Do you want to be friendly, welcoming,” Martha grins, “or broody, and closed on” she drops her face into a frown, pouting slightly, “or do you want to seem vacant… not all there?” She asks, slipping on the Mask of Martha.

She then looks at Bruce, fully transformed into Socialite Martha Wayne

“You can be whoever you want to be, dear, all you need to do is choose!” She says, cheerily.

Bruce grins and follows his mother who loudly joins a conversation, as he begins crafting his own new personality for the next event.

#bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne fanfiction #martha wayne #thomas wayne #dc fanfiction #dc #martha wayne being a great mom #thomas wayne being a GONER for martha #this was not how the fic was supposed to go yet here we are i guess?#sinsister #sin writes fic

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cloudypouty · 1 year

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She has a letter for you. Do you accept it?

Happy Valentine's Day!

#lust the robot #my ocs #sinsister #robot girl #valentine #happy valentines #if you don't take the letter she will cry

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skitteringjunbug · 2 years

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Random sketch up based on a conversation with sin sisters

Jans boys are in there too

https://www.tiktok.com/@skittingjunbug/video/7133737900650302763?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc&web_id=7003807773428221446

#sinsisters #bad sanses #horror #mafia #hyena!papyrus #ink #dust #killer #suave #dingo #shattered #shattered dream #robin!san #jans boys #bad guy #not a bad guy #digital #sketch over

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ravenwitch45 · 7 months

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Story time with the Goetia household! Whether a child Stolas is reading by himself or an adult Stolas is reading to a little Octavia, they are taking the time to read a new storybook. [Part 28]

This is a continued reading of "Cereza and the Lost Demon".

Continuing on...

More training with Cheshire: ⬇️

After: ⬇️

What thoughts, feelings, and opinions do you think Stolas (and Octavia) would be having when reading this part?

A bit more traversal through the forest is pretty simple, Cereza making an enchanted plant bloom much to Stolas's delight before they come across the large red gate that makes Octavia worry due to the Jester face imprinted on it.

Happening upon the twisted playground is only made more disturbing by meeting Colm, both a former and current victim of the Faerie's cruelty towards human children, and even their souls. The realization that children have died and been trapped in the forest makes the Faeries much more sinsister to both goetia's.

Cereza leaving Cheshire due to his reluctance to help is a nice moment of independence and self reliance for her, though her commenting about wishing she could have played with Rosa in a place like this hits a bit close to home with Octavia, Stolas being the only one gentle and loving enough to do something like that with her, Stella insisting she's above such childish games.

The sight of the Faerie land tower is both an Impressive and menacing sight before Cereza enters another Faerie illusion, this one seeming much more active and aggressive then the others to prevent Cereza reaching the other wisps, and the glimpses of the Jester only make it worse for Octavia specifically, Stolas commenting how ridicullous there efforts are for just there own cruel pleasure.

Cereza entering another crack in the air makes them hope whatever they find on side is better then this twisted joke of a place.

#ask reply #helluva boss #stolas goetia #octavia goetia #bayonetta #bayonetta cereza #bayonetta cheshire #cereza and the lost demon

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