#ON MY KNEES FUCKING SOBBING GNASHING MY TEETH LIKE A RABID DOG
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hello yes I am ALSO a my little pony girlie and I would like to bemoan my own woe for a moment.
I ship, by far, one of the rarest fucking ships in the entire fandom. Call me dramatic but I don’t think I’m fucking exaggerating. I ship King Sombra and Sunburst together.
They have NO fanart unless it’s, like, a one-off crack ship or a shipping chart. There’s NO fanfiction, and like the three fanfics that DO exist of them are noncon rape-y, which I can get behind under particular circumstances, but NOT for my boys!!!
I have an entire AU for these fellas. They get married and have children and process their childhood traumas together. they are in LOVE. They are HAPPY and SWEET individuals who deserve more than shipping chart children and noncon fanfics!!!!
I have more fanfiction written for these two than I have blood cells in my body. more fanart, too, which I intend to share in the future. But as a person who ships probably one of the rarest pairings in the entirety of an incredibly immense and artistically gifted fandoms, I don’t mean to blow my own whistle here but GOOD LORD!!!
GIVE ME CONTENT. GIVE ME SOMBURST CONTENT. FUCK.
#mlp#my little pony#mlpfim#my little pony friendship is magic#friendship is magic#king sombra#sombra mlp#sunburst#sunburst mlp#somburst#GOD PLEASE#IM BEGGING#ON MY KNEES FUCKING SOBBING GNASHING MY TEETH LIKE A RABID DOG#GODDDJDIDJFOSJFOSJFJSI
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“turn on the light, fuck, turn on the fucking light.”
sheer terror tastes like black fumes of a house fire. unnatural.
“wha-what is it?” it’s 3am and robin sweeps the alarm clock off the table in a mad grab for the lamp, nancy choking on fear next to her: “light lightlightlight.”
god, the light is a mistake.
nancy’s nails are digging into her scalp, dragging, biting down, pricking black beady drops of tar. her eyes are screwed shut, trapped in their sticky web of darkness. her lips are twisted back in a grimace or a snarl, teeth gnashing, fangs gleaming. she’s drawn in on herself, back in a c-curve hunched towards her knees that are snared in the blanket she couldn’t kick out of.
“nancy, baby, the light’s on.” robin is cooing, hands warm and pleading on nancy’s wrists to let go, “open your eyes. i’m right here.” she doesn’t even know when the softness slipped sideways into her tone.
but nancy jerks away, “he’s in my head. crawling, crawling. turn on the light.” her words are disjointed between sobbed hiccups, a sputtering faucet, “please, please. the light.”
desperate like an animal robin tries to pull nancy’s arms, eyes widening at the cracks in fine marble, “nance, stop. it’s a dream. just open your eyes. you’re hurting yourself. open your goddamn eyes.”
but nancy is only halfway in this world and she’s rocking against robin’s touch, her body jerking in its confusion. she’s something mangey, and feral, and backed into a corner. trapped until her fangs sink into robin’s forearm. the voices stop as soon as the blood pools slick down her throat. somewhere, somewhere so far away, something is screaming. the violence grounds her into reality, quells the fear. her eyes open.
she’s no better than a rabid dog.
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[ Lady Luck ]
Au: twoface!baekhyun | Pairing: character x reader | Warning: language, death, gore/body horror, sexual references | Rating: 16+ | Word Count: 1.6k
This is: Visage One | Visage Two
“Rough day?” A light voice questioned. Baekhyun could feel the pent up tension in his body ease, his shoulders slightly slumping as he turned around while loosening his tie. The last of his worries left him, like waves flowing from shore, ebbing away at the sight of her leaning against the hallway.
“The worst,” he mumbled, hands circling her waist, nuzzling against her neck to inhale her scent. “There’s enough as it is, trying to clean up the G.C.P.D with the corruption scandals pouring in and Moon isn’t complying. The Gazette is more interested in my dating life than my plans for the future and I just have to smile and wave like an idiot. Did you know that they started calling me Two Face down at the precinct?”
“Oh my poor baby,” she dramatically sighed, laughing in admiration when he raised his head to reveal a pout. She thumbed at his bottom lip and his hand fell to her ass, giving it a light squeeze. Arcing her eyebrow at him he just hummed, taking her thumb into his mouth, wet tongue lapping at the digit. She grasped his tie and started pulling him towards their shared bedroom.
“Come on then, Mr. Hahm. Let me see what I can do to make it better.”
When he came to the world was blurry, the only clear sensation he could feel was a splitting pain on the left side of his head. His right hand crept up to pick at the bandages on his face, starting to peel the edges back.
“Uh uh uh, I wouldn’t do that if I were you boy-o.” Baekhyun’s neck snapped in the direction of the voice, neck straining to the far left in order to be able to look out of his right eye.
The Crown Prince of Crime sat in the cushy hospital chair in the corner of the room, dressed in a white nurse’s uniform. The reaction was immediate, a coarse yell for help escaping his throat as his body jerked back and forth, the burning of his limbs too great to actually get up.
“Scream all you want. I shot the doctor and the police are running around like headless chickens at the Court House. They’re not coming.” The clown’s voice was unemotional, the lackadaisical way in which he said his words even more terrifying.
He kept still even after five minutes of watching Baekhyun struggling to lift himself up, frustrated yells and curses leaving his lips, a cracked image of the sophisticated and put together DA candidate that graced Gotham News. He was thoroughly enjoying this. He knew the Bat wouldn’t, and that thought made him laugh.
The attorney finally quieted seeing as the clown had yet to do anything. He leaned back in the bed, his right eye still furrowed at the figure in the corner.
“Why are you here?” Baekhyun accused, his right nostril flaring. The burn tape that covered half of his face still didn’t stop the wince at the burn of his torn cheek tendon stretching.
“To see you of course. Now I’ve done a lot of bad things to a lot of good people, but I have to admit, I think I really outdid myself on this one.” A proud smile strained his visage, his eyes slightly glazing over.
Baekhyun scoffed. “So what, you’ve come here to mock me?” He could feel an angry tear forming in his waterline, turning his head at the last second so the clown wouldn’t see it, he couldn’t give the madman the satisfaction. But it didn’t go unnoticed as he’d hoped, snake tongue passing over red stained lips at the sight of the liquid pain. If only his Lady Luck were here. Baekhyun didn’t see what happened to her after the attack.
White hot fury engorged Baekhyun’s pupil as he scrutinized the Joker, body trembling. “Wait. Where is she? What did you do to her?.”
Joker abruptly rose from the chair, like a marionette brought to attention, and got up close to Baekhyun, leaning in as if telling him a secret. “Oh, you don’t know?” He chuckled, a humorless, caustic sound.
“She's dead.”
The air was knocked out of Baekhyun’s lungs, the unshed tears forming a hurricane as he wailed and twisted in the hospital bed. The desperation he felt was mutating into something else. It was growing claws and gnashing teeth. His psyche was cracking like concrete, straight down the middle, his heart shattering along with it. He wanted blood. His paralyzed state prevented him from seizing a hold of the clown who just raised his hands up and backed away in mock surrender, his own figure buckling under the crazed cackles that wracked his body. This was going so well.
“I get it you know ehehe, it must be difficult to lose your other half. Especially aha, when it was y-your ahaha,” he wheezed,” prettier one.” Baekhyun felt like he was in hell, the previous screams reduced to a mixture of helpless sobs and infuriated growls, as if his soul were being split in two. Rage, earth-quaking, blind vengeance overcame him.
The Joker wasn’t done though. He had to push him, make him his pawn, his raving mad dog.
“May I ask a question?” He took the severe glare and snarling he received as his sign to continue. “You were squirming in your sleep, like you were having a very pleasant dream.” The grin that appeared on his face was predatory. He came closer from the foot of the bed, fingers skipping along Baekhyun’s left leg.
”Though I wonder, with the acid dripping down your body can your little friend still…” His eyes trailed down the blanket, whistling like a bird while raising his pointer finger up. In a sudden show of strength, Baekhyun grabbed the jester by the collar, pulling him eye level, seething at him, foaming at the mouth.
“Ok ok, aha, touchy subject, though I’m sure nobody is going to touch that anytime soon,” he tittered. “Especially since, oh what’s her face—”
Baekhyun barked out her name, spittle flying from his mouth and onto the corner of the clown’s, who licked up the drop before he continued, “Yes right, especially since she kicked the bucket. But that’s not important. Look, I wanna help you, Hahm.”
“Help us?” He grunted, skeptical at how the madman’s switch. His right eye roved across the clown, voice suddenly hushed, eye wide and desperate, “You want to help me?”
“Yes, help you. Listen, Baek, I may have pulled the trigger, but Batman and the Commisioner loaded the gun,” he said in a comic lilt. “You put your trust in a corrupt order. Am I right? You put your trust in the Bat, of all vermin, and where did that get you? A dead girlfriend and a fucked up face?” The Joker’s hand ghosted over the bandage.
Traitors, a voice spat. We have to make them pay. Punish them.
But they promised. They deserve a fair trial.
Deserve? The pigs deserve a bullet in their heads after what happened. They promised to protect you. But they just screwed us over. They screwed her over. Now we’ve lost everything because of them.
But they really tried—
Tried? Tried?! Give the Bat a gold fucking star than, get on your knees and blow Moon to thank him for the brilliant job he did. After that you can go tell the love of our life to go fuck herself and spit on her grave.
Oh God, please stop, don’t mention her. She didn’t deserve to die. It’s not fair. Baekhyun hit the left side of his head as he sobbed, a wet squelch being released from under the surgical tape with each bout of pressure.
Joker just watched on, transfixed, as Gotham’s White Knight started cracking, one part of him maliciously attacking and the other cowering. Two identities forming, one a tiny show poodle, charming and gentile. The other a rabid rottweiler, eyes rolling and teeth gnashing. The madness was being let loose. That acid must’ve really done a number on him. And boy was he gonna run with it.
“Doesn’t it ever bother you that Batman is always the one that crosses the line but never seems to lose anything?” Baekhyun bristled.
Joker pulled a gun out of the waistband of his nurse uniform, placing it in Baehyun’s hand and wrapping his fingers around it. “With life so merciless, the only thing that will forever remain faithful is chaos. Ok? Chaos is clean. Pure. Chaos doesn’t play favorites. It just kills and spares. Life. Death. Balanced. It’s fair. ”
“Fair?” Baekhyun trembled, weighing the glock in his grip.
“Yes,” the devil falsely soothed, voice grating and sinister. He lightly stroked the bandage on Baekhyun’s head, “Now are you just gonna let them get away with it? After what happened to her?”
The monster was back, rearing its ugly head. “No,” he snarled, fingers grasping the metal hilt, thumbing at the hammer, “we’re not.” He used his other hand to rip off the bandage, hissing as some pieces of skin went with it, flinging specks of blood onto the pillow.
“I’m glad you see it my way. It’s time to turn over a new leaf in this city. After all, like your slogan says,” Joker grabbed a mirror from the bedside table, turning it towards the fallen attorney.
He saw gnarled oozing skin. Part of his cheekbone and mandible were uncovered from stringy red muscle, surrounded by crusted and flaking gray skin. Patches of hair were singed off and one side of his mouth was curled in, revealing pearly white teeth hidden behind cheek tendon. Something flashed in his dead eye, nearly hanging out from the socket, the Joker staring back at his twisted grin in the smoke and tar of his clouded orb. There was a hunger there. Cereberus waiting to be let off the leash with an appetite for anarchy— to watch cities burn and symbols to fall. The Dark Knight to fall.
“The new face of Gotham, is Baekhyun Hahm.”
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