Prompt 86

Let it be said that someone breaking into Arkham Asylum was not something anyone was expecting. And let it be said that if one was to ever try it, they all- guards, residents, and doctors alike- would think they would be breaking in to break someone out. 

They are not in fact, expecting a child to be running through the halls giggling with everyone failing in catching him. Someone catch the child before he gets hurt or somehow makes it to the isolation ward! The joker is in there!

Danny is honestly having fun. Ms. Arkham- Gotham’s own Gatekeeper and daughter- is really fun! Sure he’d rather she not view the people within her walls as dolls and playthings, but he supposes she’s not exactly harming anyone. And honestly she could hold on tighter to a few of them to prevent them from escaping in his opinion. 

But he’s here to spend time with his new ghostly Aunt, not judge her, so he’s going to get the whole tour! Secret tunnels you say? Oh, a graveyard, inside your walls? That’s amazing! Isolation ward? Ah, where the naughty dolls go, makes sense! 

Well of course he wants to see it, lead the way! 

rest in peace lizard webbedsite....

The most terrifying creature of all

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TOPIC: INTELLIGENCE DAMPENING SPHERE POST-DETACHMENT RE-ASSIGNMENT

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Sphere's adapted surprisingly well to conditions outside of the Central AI Chamber. We've noticed a marginal increase in intelligence after it's exposure to "HER" neural imprint. It is now capable of recognizing (and even using) a "double entendre" in a sentence - likely picked it up from her (have you people considered attaching an "attitude suppression" sphere onto her yet? Would be great). It's been annoyingly talkative to the staff. Suggest re-assignment to Subject Caretaker duties. Quite literally the lowest hanging fruit - it's mostly automated anyways, even a toddler couldn't mess it up. Just find a use for it so it stops pestering me on the catwalks, thanks.

I am very intrigued by how the "Toa Tool" thing works.

Like, yeah, some are made by Arthaka or other famous universe toolsmiths, but for many matoran-turned-toa, their tools are often related to their professions or straight up are tools they had in hand that are transformed alongside them during the metamorphosis.

Vakama was a mask carver, carving masks from kanoka disks, and his tool turned out to be a launcher that could use the raw materials of his profession as projectiles (well, not a hard thing considering they already are used as projectiles by many, but still...).

Takua's Chronicler staff became Takanuva's Staff of light, a powerful weapon that, coincidentally, could also function as a rather deadly version of a Kohili Stick.

These items also seem to be strongly tied with their own wielder physical being, as the toa Hagah weapons were transformed along their users, but despite this, they can also be left behind for the sake of better equipment (Mahri Kongu) which, although understandable in some cases (Two hands), still feels weird. That's not just a weapon, that's a part of you.

Its such an interesting concept that seems so often discarded in favour of elemental powers and mask, but like... Its YOUR weapon. It is related to a matoran entire being, their life, their experiences and things they enjoy. It's a way to use one's passion in a way that lets them protect others, and often also have additional functions based on what they may need. How cool is that? Think about it.

There could be a toa of ice whose job as a matoran was janitor and their weapon is a mop that can freeze its tendrils and become a morningstar, or generate a frozen layer over what its passed over, painting ice paths in an instant.

There could be a toa of air who had a passion for botany and took care of the MU version of bonsai trees, their precision shears turned into a huge, bulky pair of scissors that can be used as a broadsword that can also manipulate air currents to cut things from distance.

There could be a toa of iron whose main job was welding, and lo and behold, the clunky, cumbersome equipment he struggled to drag around became a big flamethrower that it wears like a backpack, complete with a welding mask integrated on top of their own kanohi as a visor.

There could be a Toa of stone who enjoyed the life of a performer, juggling, somersaulting, doing precision throws and whose tool is now a set of spiky or bladed clubs that can bounce on surfaces and enemies alike and then return to them.

A toa of Psionics whose dream to write stories manifested into a strange staff, originally their writing stylus, able to manifest masterful illusions by writing words inside the enemy minds and trap them in stories through the mere strength of their narration.

so since tumblr seems to be shitting itself (again) if anything comes of it, periodic reminder that i have a Cohost and a Discord you guys can follow/join, as well as additional links on my Carrd

i dont have a twitter account that i use outside of looking at links and ill never be making a bluesky account bc it's just twitter again just coverin some bases bc im sure ill be asked

genuinely admire those who were optimistic for dishonored 3 but in this videogame industry climate and [insert a 4hr video essay about arkane's recent history here], honestly, not getting dh3 is good news

[ TWST OC ]

School nurse: Mimyr Macabre, twisted from Madam Mim (Sword in the Stone)

He's absolutely horrid and all the students pray he isn't there if they need to go to the infirmary (but no one can deny he's extremely good at fixing people up)

At the vet today for a gross ear and itchy scaly feets :(

your last post abt icemav vs. interior design has me cry laughing and also makes me want to ask: how does rooster (millennial gay man, fairly good at being open about his sexuality in comparison to the the environment he came from) feel about being one-uped in the gay department constantly by Mr. and Mr. Can’t Talk About It?? like him and jake have to have conversations about it [jake, meeting ice the first time: oh this is the gayest man i’ve ever met. he had everyone fooled for thirty years???? // bradley: “yeah but you didn’t have to grow up with him. i was on the front lines.] like—they were willing to get married at the same time as icemav as a distraction, so they have to be aware of how groundbreaking icemav is to the structural appearance of the Navy. but they’re also fully immersed in Navy culture and customs, so are civilian gay people even surprised??? do they care??? or is everyone collectively reading through twitter like “gay men in navy? okay fork found in kitchen 🙄 who cares.”

this is all just a long way for me to ask if icemav is easier to pick up on/less surprising if you’re gay. bradley clocked them early because he was in close quarters with them constantly, but he’s also gay—in comparison, slider knew ice for years, but only added it up when it was way too obvious to ignore. and to other straight people they seem to be at an Ethan Hunt level of undercover, but are they really??? (this is kind of a dumb question so feel free to do whatever you want with it lol)

see i feel like i haven’t been writing them very obviously clockingly gay at all! i actually feel like it would piss Jake and bradley off how STRAIGHT ice & mav act all the time!

1st excerpt from post-marriage, second excerpt from a scene that got deleted from WWGATTAI chapter 9, wherein compacflt ice approves the promotion of a fictional “first female admiral to be married to another woman” and then runs into her at a DOD Xmas party and chats about gay marriage for a bit out of curiosity… (deleted bc chapter 9 was already 9.5k words) like it is still a secret even if they aren’t actively trying to keep it secret anymore

but you’re right hold on. here’s christmas 2017

me when the downstairs staff in Downton Abbey were devoted to the Crawleys, always thought they were right and had their whole lives revolving around them: ugh, this is unbearable, I hate the class system, JFellowes knows zero poor people

me when the downstairs staff in The Gilded Age are devoted to the Russells, always think they're right and have their whole lives revolving around them: so true, besties 💖💖💖

I think I have seen this in a fic but I just really love the idea of hopped-up-on-cuddle-pollen-for-the-first-time-since-returning-Jason seeing his schematics for breaking into titans tower and convincing himself he can speed run the whole thing. Like he’s severely underwhelmed by the need for human contact and technically beating on someone gets you that right. right?? yeah sure except it doesn’t like when you pull back the punches and lose touch, so Jason just sorta gets Tim into a head lock and stays like that.

The position

but what if when Merlin becomes inducted as Court Sorcerer under Gwen’s rule, all the Camelot staff tell him they’d actually known all along…

And what if!! they’re all wiping away tears at the ceremony, proud smiles on their faces WHAT THEN

We as a fandom don't talk enough about how Annabeth and Luke being some of the oldest campers means that everyone who was there when they arrived is likely dead.

tw for cannibalism and also smut

"Your cheeks are burning." Alcina observed, sliding her thumb over both of Igraine's cheeks. They reddened further under her touch, like melting metal. Igraine tilted her head slightly, pressing her lips insistently against Alcina's palm in an open mouthed kiss.

"And your heart," Alcina went on, smirking, her other hand smoothing over Igraine's chest, "is in full gallop."

Igraine sighed long and slow and sweetly into Alcina's ear, trying and failing to find any words to say. Her hands went first to Alcina's midsection, smoothing her fingers over the rigid scars there, then the tender softness of her hips. She squeezed warmly and periodically, as if the warm skin and blood could give her sanity back.

"Alcina—" Igraine stuttered.

Alcina leaned forward, snapping her teeth down on Igraine's ear. Igraine gasped and Alcina swallowed the half she had pulled free.

"Hush, pet," she drawled, her hands demanding on Igraine's body, "forget being shy and give me what I want."

Igraine gasped; Alcina trailed her hands over Igraine's sides and down her back, holding her close and still and ready.

You can’t blame them for being a little bit feral, Sun and Moon are just built different