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ever after high versus monster high is just an extremely rich private school versus public school bcs like cleo and torelai can be mean but are kinda just typical bullies who are rude but you can tolerate while kids in ever after high are like “you are lower than me societally and you are doomed to have an awful life reflecting the systemic oppression of all those who came before you and despite having different intentions and dreams since you were born into the wrong situation if you fail to accomplish those duties you are endangering all of us with dark fates. which only YOU GUYS are supposed to have. we are supposed to be happy and rich!” also because headmaster bloodgood is like actually a positive force in her students lives while grimm is a fascist cult leader focused on status. Cupid wtf?😭😭😭
hc that danny just sees wanda and cosmo's true forms
Klein: i just want to eat nice food and travel around and see all my friends and have everyone be happy
various horrific entities: what the fuck did you just fucking say im about to make it my lifes mission to fuck you up
Procrastinating by drawing shitty monster high au miraculous marinette is trying to get into the normie fashion world through the world's cringiest corpse boy her school has to offer
so if this is what tallman mithrun looks like..
and THIS is what Lycion looks like..
then……..
Two jugdy bitches meet their worst nightmare of a person. Themselves.
I need Danny to say the most terrifying sentences casually near other heroes.
After a battle Phantom is looking at his uniform and his hands. “I think my skin is moving.”
The Flash whips his head around to look at Phantom, “I’m sorry what?”
Phantom is already nonchalantly floating away to go help civilians.
Feral McGee™
It starts with the Joker.
His goons picked up Tim Drake. Not specifically because it was Tim Drake, he just so happened to be in the Joker’s neighborhood, and we'll, he can't pass up that opportunity now can he?
Except Tim Drake is watching, along with the rest of Gotham, at the Batcomputer. He’s nursing a broken foot and has been put on monitor duty until he's cleared for field work again.
The guy looks enough like him, though. Black hair, blue eyes, and bags under his eyes for days. He's also got the same lean sort of build like he does.
It happens like this.
The Joker is doing his monologue thing where he explains whatever twisted game he's come up with this time. He takes up the majority of the screen, so nobody can see Not-Tim behind him, not until the big reveal. Then he covers the screen again, getting up close and personal, before stepping back. In those quick few seconds, Not-Tim is no longer sitting there tied to the chair.
Someone off camera lets the Joker know, and he whirls around, confused as the rest of Gotham.
And then Not-Tim comes in with the steel chair.
Or, well, a crowbar, but the reference holds up.
He takes out one of Joker’s knees before punching him in the face. The Joker drops like a bag of stones, out cold.
Then he looks towards the camera.
“Hey there. I'm not really sure where I am, but also if he was after Tim Drake, he got the wrong guy. I'm not him, I'm just some dude. Anyway, I'll just-yep-” he carefully steps over the unconscious Joker, gives the camera a little wave, and then leaves.
Batman and Nightwing enter shortly after, with the Joker and his goons out cold and tied up. The knots were complicated enough where, in the end, the police resorted to cutting the ties off of them so they could be properly cuffed and taken to Arkham.
“A constrictor knot,” Batman tells Nightwing as they watch the villain be taken away. “Often used by sailors to temporarily tie things together to keep something in a bag, or to hold something to glue it back together.”
“Huh,” Nightwing says, scratching the back of his head. “Go figure.”
—
The next time it happens, it’s the Riddler.
He’s laughing, giving his riddles to the Bats and recording himself to all of Gotham while his victim, one of the Wayne brats, hangs over a vat of something. From a distance, he looks like Tim Drake, or maybe a lankier Dick Grayson. And he’s not the only victim, they’re all scattered across the city, but he thought an important figure such as a Wayne should be under the Riddler’s direct supervision while he enacts his schemes.
While the Riddler cackles and plots and waves his cane around, in the background all of Gotham can see the figure escape. Several Gothamites recognize him as the kid from before, who clocked the Joker. They all watch with bated breath as he sort of wiggles his way out of the ropes holding him up. Once he’s free, he climbs the rope and gets himself down safely.
Gotham holds their breath as the kid casually walks up to the Riddler, who’s mid-rant. He politely taps him on the shoulder, and as the Riddler is turning around, the kid clocks him just as brutally as he had the Joker. He’s down with one punch.
They think he’s going to say another sort of awkward goodbye, but instead he pats the Riddler down until he finds a piece of paper tucked into the inside pocket of his jacket.
“Right,” the kid says, looking at the list. There’s a lot more static overlay now, and several wonder if it’s damage to the cameras. “Uh, the Clocktower, the Docks, and-” he squints at the page for a moment-”Mama Nacaroni’s? What the fuck is that? Anyway, uh. See you later, I guess. Oh! And we’re at the Gotham Arena. Have fun with him, I guess.”
The kid tosses the paper off to the side before the camera cuts to black.
Just like last time, everyone is out cold and tied up. The Riddler himself is sporting a pretty bad shiner, but well deserved nonetheless.
“Stop it,” Red Hood tells him. Batman just looks at him, and though Hood can’t see the top half of his face, he can tell that his eyebrow is raised. “You know exactly what I mean, B. Put the adoption papers away.”
“Hn.”
—
After that, it sorta becomes a game. The rogues of Gotham are no longer after a Wayne, or after anybody who holds any kind of social status like usual. They’re all going after this one kid, all determined to be the one to hold him. And each one is televised.
Mr. Freeze freezes him in a block of ice, but due to the cameras glitching out, nobody can really see how he got free. They do, however, see the kid suplex Mr. Freeze. It should seem impossible, given his lanky figure, but he evidently has more muscle than he’s originally let on.
Two-Face gets a hold of him, using chains and some power-dampening cuffs just on the off-chance that he’s a meta. They all watch as the kid leans down, pulls a bobby pin out of his hair, and picks the locks on his cuffs. One punch, and Two-Face is down.
Gothamites are going wild for the kid. They’ve dubbed him Feral McGee™ (an online poll, of course), because every time he goes in for the punch he gets this feral look in his eyes. Also, just the fact that he casually goes up to these rogues and takes them out with all the casualness of doing something incredibly mundane? Incredible. The Gothamites are eating it up. However, despite the video evidence, nobody has been able to properly identify the kid. They know he has black hair and bright eyes, but any time he gets near a camera, it’s like there’s this weird, sort of warped quality the camera takes on. It doesn’t usually calm down until the fight is done-as one sided as they usually are-before he awkwardly skedaddles away.
He gets kidnapped by the Penguin, Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy (though that was more just a friendly chat than anything), Mad Hatter, and the Riddler again.
And then the Joker escapes.
It’s no surprise as to who he’s going to go after.
Due to one too many careless goons, they manage to find their way to the Joker’s hideout pretty quickly. This time, it’s all Bats on deck, and they all hide away in the rafters as Feral McGee™ is hung over a vat of acid. His whole body is tied up, hardly a single inch of exposed skin to be seen except for the neck up.
They watch the goons, they watch the Joker, and they watch Feral McGee™.
The Joker is monologuing, practically begging the bats to come find him before the timer runs out. When it does, the kid gets dumped into the vat of acid.
Despite these stakes, the kid seems to be only mildly annoyed.
“Fuck this, I have homework I still need to finish,” they hear him say.
They all watch, amazed and confused, as the kid starts gnawing through the ropes. Human teeth shouldn’t be able to do that so easily, but one bit after the other, and soon enough the kid’s got himself freed enough to just climb up the rest of the rope. When he’s at the top of the crane holding him up, Batman lets down a rope and pulls the kid up and out of danger.
“Oh, cool, you’re all here,” the kid says casually, as if meeting the entire Bat Clan is just a normal Tuesday. And then he pulls out a notepad and pen and hands it to Red Hood.
“Can I get an autograph? You’re dope as fuck, dude.”
Red Hood has to look away and hide his face in his arms for a few moments to not give away their location with his laughter before signing. And then, one by one, the others do as well. They pass along the kid’s notebook with shit-eating grins and barely contained snickers despite the fact that the Joker is still right below them. Even Batman signs it, after his children don’t stop hounding him about it.
In their distraction, they didn’t see the kid sneak away. He’s far away from them now, nearly right over the Joker. Danny waits, though, until the Joker has turned around as the timer almost runs out. They watch as he snickers at Joker’s flabbergasted look. The Joker comically looks back and forth and under objects the kid obviously isn’t under. However, before he can do or say anything else, the kid drops from the rafters and right on top of the Joker. He crumples to the ground, unconscious. The kid, however, just brushes the dust off of himself. Despite the fall he took, there isn’t a scratch on him.
When the bats join him, they give his notepad back to him, barely able to contain their laughter at the absurdity of it all. The kid, too, joins in the camaraderie, laughing and joking along with them as Batman secures the Joker.
“Okay, okay, but I gotta ask, dude,” Red Hood says at one point, looking at the kid. “How do you keep getting kidnapped?”
The kid just shrugs. “I get distracted easily. And I’m sleep deprived, so you know. Social awareness is kind of at an all time low right now.”
“Why are you sleep deprived?” Nightwing asks, barely hidden concern in his voice.
“Finals are kinda kicking my ass right now. Especially this dumb English homework I have. You guys wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”
“Oh, lucky for you,” Red Hood says, wrapping an arm around the kid’s shoulders as he walks them out of the warehouse, “I happen to know a lot about English. So, it is Shakespeare?”
“Yeah, Midsummer Night’s Dream.”
As they walk off, Batman calmly watches, though the rest of the bats can see his jaw twitching. Nightwing comes up behind him, clapping a hand on his shoulder.
“If you don’t adopt him, I will.”
“Hn.”
Miraculous Ladybug AU where, like in the deleted scene from the movie, Marinette only recently moved to Paris from China so she barely speaks any French. And all of Paris thinks Ladybug is this cold, calculating, silent badass cause she never speaks in interviews, leaving Chat Noir to do enough talking for both of them.
Until one day, Chat Noir is all like "My dear, dear, lady. We have been working together for so long, and I've come to believe we are close. But you never talk to me. You never respond to my jokes. You never consider my flirts. You never fill me in on your plans. Did I do something to upset you? Please, if so, let me atone. Let us be friends and partners, M'lady" And Ladybug just looks at him for a while before saying, in very broken French. "My... French... very bad..." and Chat Noir has to reconsider everything he thought he knew about Ladybug. Then they both realize they speak Mandarin Chinese and just start blabbering on and on to each other during fights and patrols.
Which then gives Adrien the idea to approach the weirdly quiet girl in his class to see if she maybe also doesn't know French. Blah blah, Adrien and Mari talk all the time and Marinette gets better at French cause of him.
Me: yeah ok I'm normal about lotm now
Me suddenly in the middle of work: oh my god azik and klein could love each other they could but they won't because there's no time and it will never be the right time when one of them is awake the other is asleep and even when they're both awake there are things they have to do separately but they will still send each other letters and they'll wake up buried in them and they'll read every word and they'll know and understand each other more than anyone else and it can almost be something but they will never go further than this
Hey, for those who want to write lotm reaction fics, I have an idea.
Imagine if Sefirah Castle was annoyed because it was mistreated and started to complain by suddenly showing clips of all the times Mr. Fool destroyed the space to the Tarot Club members while Mr. Fool is sleeping. (But don’t represent it with a person(s); it only has living characteristics, it’s not a person. It’s like the dice of probability which can be 'communicated' with (threatened) and wants to take revenge when it’s not threatened—unfortunately Gehrman scared it until the end).
Tarot Club startled by the sudden images on their god in Sefirah Castle: How blasphemous. *still watching*
You don’t need to tweak the original story or drop Klein’s vest, you can simply show the moments above Sefirah Castle that are convenient and in the order you want, it’s your choice whether to add thoughts or not.
It has so much potential with Mr. Fool divining gods, threatening sealed artifacts and reprimanding Creeping Hunger, responding to the Sea God’s believers’ prayers, scamming Leonard into taking the Star card, protecting Bernadette when she visits her corrupted father, listing his allies and enemies before the final battle, negotiating deals with the lamp god, saving Fors on full moon nights, recruiting other Tarot Club members (you can even add Gehrman’s because he made his marionnette choose his code name aloud), not reading his own Bible then having to take it out when Amon rings the bell, conjuring figures of people that aren’t there because he is lonely, telling Arrodes he is scared at the end, etc… Yes I pretty much remember the whole novel more than a year after reading it.
I hope I inspired you all and will soon see a multiplication of lotm reaction fics on AO3.
But please don’t do it in a chronological order, even if you don’t use my idea, it’s really boring and I’ve already read chapter 1 so many times by now with the fics on Lofter.
there’s something sooo sickening about how dunmeshis whole energy is like sometimes something terrible and awful happens to you and it changes you forever and nothing can make you the person you were before but there’s still love and there’s still sharing a meal together and there’s still living
Hey so ynow how in dunmeshi teleporting someone is actually extremely dangerous bc if someone else happens to be where they’re being teleported to, that random person will just. explode. …anyway on an unrelated note, does anyone ever think about how in the very beginning of the story, Falin teleports the entire party to the surface, where people can’t be revived.
when there’s historical romance written abt ur friends
have you guys considered the foil dynamic on how ratio is just some mortal who wishes for the divine gaze and aventurine was born with divine blessing but lived through hell because of it
guy who is too human for his dreams x guy who lost his humanity....
i've got multiple au ideas and i keep circling back to this concept
im saying weird stuff im going to bed
people make binghe too cool in modern aus. he should be irrevocably weird. he has no interest in friends he's too busy trying to become a housewife. he spends all his free time drawing himself and laoshi on deviantart yaoi bases and updating his followers on his absurdly weird teacher crush community account (he's a microcelebrity because people are expecting him to snap and kill someone). sy is aware of both of these accounts but just thinks binghe is overly affectionate (he had a hard childhood it would be wrong for sy to brush him off!!). binghe abruptly disappears off the face of the internet and everyone thinks he died and he gets youtube essays made on him and then he comes back like nothing happened 6 years later with wedding pictures. only after this do people connect him with a cooking youtube channel centered around making meals for the poster's "beloved," who apparently was the teacher this whole time. he never posts again
Binghe is such an interesting chatacter with the way that him being love brained is the least of anyone's problem. The only way i can describe it is if he was one of those girls that went to a very prestigious university, fell in love with one of his teacher and dropped everything to become a housewife but everyone can agree it was for the best because if he followed the girlboss path hundreds would have died because there's something deeply wrong with him. It's a good day when a character belongs to the kitchen but not because of sexist beliefs but because if they were left yearning out in the wild they'd become a serial killer or some shit like that
I actually love Ratio's "k" in the new quest because of two reasons:
1. He's very focused on finding the bombs and doesn't text anything else. It makes sense to me, and he's probably judging everyone else for joking around.
2. This confirms my favorite headcanon that I never shared bc I thought it was ooc:
"Please Dr. Ratio give me an extension I got hit by a space train and have almost died twice. I only need one more day. Thank you for your time."
"K. --Sent by my Iphone"
I like to imagine that Senshi isn't acting that different as an Elf, its just coming across different bevause of his looks.
I like to imagine this is how other Dwarves see him, a delicate pretty boy. It's just other races can't read Dwarf body language that well.
Then he's an elf and suddenly they see his mannerisms in a different light, but he's always been this way. They just didn't have Dwarf Goggles.
Like how other Half Foots instantly clock middle aged Chilchuck but everyone else thinks uwu baby
New friend aquired!
Side note: Amanda had good intentions dw
