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REBORN TO INDULGE
These are my own versions of Jeff, Jane, Zero, and Liu. Why's Zero there, you might ask? Cause she fit the team's vibe
They all work under the same entity: Mother Rot, a being that feeds on the flesh of the dead
Jane and Sully entered into a contract with her out of necessity, while Jeff and Zoe did so willingly. This pact grants them all superhuman abilities and immortality~
sure man
redraw of something from a few months ago & a school doodle. they are too funny to not post
omg I miss the dark mythos community
I havent properly interacted w you guys since like early 2025
but im actually starting to get back into it (see my post from a few days ago) so expect more posts ig??+?+?1×;
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(@shrimp-pose-alpha is my main shhh)
“Be warned my children. Six will visit, followed by the crumbling of time itself. Before the coming of Shangri-la, a dark carnival will sweep across the land, as a shadow, plagued with destruction. A parade of freaks, jugglers, and death. This wretched nightmare is led by six faces. 3 have come, 3 have gone. The 4th emerges NOW! He walks among us as shadow, void of light, powered by your own darkness, strengthened by your own wickedry. A horrid reflection of your very own deep desires, cast to reflect back upon yourself. Brothers and sisters! The time has come for the necromaster. The unleashing of the 4th jokers card. The arrival of The Great Milenko”
Inspired by @thewraith-offical
Children of War, Ch. 7: The Lesser of Two Evils
Claude Lahiffe paced on his rooftop. He’d put Chris to bed an hour ago, Nino was either doing history homework or doing a very good job of pretending to do his history homework, and Jeanne had insisted on staying downstairs—she knew a great deal about this part of her husband’s life, but she felt that too many unfamiliar faces might scare the kids in ways that would not be helpful. Which was only part of why he was annoyed at the rooftop’s other occupant.
”I don’t recall inviting you, Gabriel,” he said, pivoting on his heel.
The fashion mogul looked disheveled—his normally impeccably slicked-back hair hung down over his face. He was wearing, of all things, jeans and a black turtleneck—both designer, of course, but so far from his normal mode of dress he may as well have been wearing a garbage bag, while disguising him nearly as effectively as his silver cowl. “Most people don’t,” he said in his usual measured, calmly venomous tone. “That hasn’t stopped me much lately.”
”Hmm.” Claude looked pointedly away from him. “Is that what you told yourself when you turned my son into a monster clown?”
”You son is a bad influence.”
”No, you’re a bad parent,” Claude shot back. “Did you seriously never let him have a birthday?”
”You know why I didn’t,” Gabriel snarled.
“He’s a child!” Claude yelled, turning on Gabriel and jabbing a finger in the designer’s face.
”So were we,” Gabriel murmured, his voice tinged with melancholy, nostalgia, and grief.
Claude crossed his arms. “What happened to you, Gabriel?” he said.
Gabriel chuckled darkly. “What happens to every child forced into war?” He straightened, casting his gaze skyward. “It’s ironic. I think, of those of us who stayed... I’m actually the sanest one left.”
There was a familiar whirr of unbreakable metal wire wrapping around the chimney, followed by the unmistakable crack of baton stroking concrete in the street below. And then, standing on the roof before them were Ladybug and Chat Noir.
Claude jerked. “Jesus,” he said. “You look just like them.”
”The hair is a little shorter on both,” Gabriel helpfully observed, and both heroes’ gazes snapped toward him, Chat’s mouth pulling back into an involuntary snarl. Immediately, Ladybug turned and placed a hand on his chest, looking for all the world like she was simply hanging onto him like a movie damsel, but Lahiffe could see the energy that passed between them, the way Chat deflated at her touch.
”Monsieur Agreste,” she said, her eyes still locked on her partner. “We didn’t expect to see you tonight.”
”I snuck out.”
Chat tilted his head in confusion. “That... does not sound like you,” he said, then turned to Claude. “I thought this was going to be private.”
Claude sighed, spreading his hands. “It was,” he said, with a pointed look at Gabriel.
”You don’t trust me,” Gabriel said, with a trace of approval in his voice. “Good. I was worried you might be too naïve.”
Ladybug squared her jaw. She stepped forward; Chat Noir remained back, letting her take control. It was all too familiar. “You have to admit,” she said, “you are a little suspicious.”
”That,” Gabriel said, examining his nails, “is because I am Hawkmoth.”
Chat Noir choked. His baton clattered to the roof, his face utterly slack. Ladybug, however, only nodded grimly, unslinging her yo-yo.
”I don’t have it on me,” Gabriel said, holding his hands up. “And if anything happens to me, I have ensured it will end up in the hands of someone far less stable than I.”
”Goddamnit Gabe,” Claude said, squeezing his nose. “This is why I didn’t want you here.”
”Why?” Chat whispered. “What... why?”
Ladybug glanced at her partner with concern, then turned back to Gabriel and nodded, her lips tight. “You’ve got money, and you’ve got power,” she said. “What could you possibly want?”
Gabriel barked a laugh, one that sounded wrong coming from his mouth—not at all like the gentle, easy laugh he’d had when Emelie was still free. “Generally?” he said. “I want to save my wife from an eternity of torture.” He shrugged. “Right now I’ll settle for saving Paris.”
At the word “torture,” Chat’s eyes went wide and his skin turned death-white. It took Claude a moment to notice that he’d outright stopped breathing. Before any of them could react, the hero charged forward, wrapping his claws around Gabriel’s throat and yanking him upward, lifting him off the ground.
”What did you do to my mother!”
***
Ladybug knew that this meeting was going to go sideways the second she saw Adrien’s father on the rooftop. The number of reasons he could have to be up here was vanishingly small, and there was one that looked large in her mind more than any other.
Still, she hadn’t expected him to just... admit it. And then he’d mentioned Adrien’s mother...
She saw something in Chat break, and she barely had time to sling her yo-yo around his arm before he’d lifted his father into the air. “Chat, stop!” she yelled.
Chat froze, his claws still digging into the sides of his father’s neck. Then he opened his hand, dropping Gabriel into a heap on the ground. “You tried to kill your own son,” he seethed.
Gabriel coughed, rubbing his throat. “He—he was... never... in any danger.” He scowled up at Chat, matching him glare for glare.
”Oookay!” Claude interjected, his palms held out. “We are calling a ceasefire, here, because this is bigger than an Akuma, okay?”
Chat snarled, not looking away from his father. “I should kill him right now.”
”Don’t,” Ladybug said, softly, wrapping her hands around his bicep. “That’s not who you are.”
Chat looked at her, and she slow blinked. I understand your anger, and your hurt, she thought, hoping he would understand the sentiment behind her gesture. I trust you. Right now I need you to trust me.
Chat slow blinked back, then nodded. He stepped back, the tension draining from his muscles, and she gave his bicep a quick squeeze to indicate her approval.
“Hm,” Gabriel said. “So you are together.” He chuckled, pushing himself to his feet. ”My son will be disappointed,” he added, straightening his hair with a glance toward Ladybug. “He’s quite infatuated with you.”
”What?” Ladybug screeched. Adrien... with her?
”What—we’re—we’re not—” Chat stammered at the same moment.
A glance at her partner’s face showed a bloom of red from straight from the neck, where his suit met leather, all the way to the tips of his ears. She knew her face was doing exactly the same, and the way her throat was twisting...
Gabriel had never been particularly attentive when it came to his son. He must’ve taken something out of context, something he misunderstood. After all, Chat didn’t like her like that—it was just teasing, right?
Right?
“Enough,” Nino’s father interjected. “We don’t have a lot of time before the next Sin breaks out of the seal—days, at most. And we still don’t know what happened to Skarra and Fuuros.”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Gabriel said. “They want the old team. They’re going for Allegra.”
***
“No, no, no, go away, go away, go away!” Bridgette screamed, curled up in the corner of her room. “I’m not listening!”
“Well, that’s rude,” the shadows said. “You don’t even know me.”
”You’re bad,” Bridgette whimpered. “You’re gonna make me do bad things.”
”Make you?” The darkness chuckled. “I can’t make you do anything. You have to agree.”
”I don’t wanna hurt people.”
The darkness chuckled as it slowly began to coalesce into the shape of an ungulate head, matte-black horns curling against the surface, depth impossible to gauge. “You’ve been hurting people since you came to this forsaken place, Coccinelle,” it said. “Don’t you want to stop?”
Bridget gasped. “My... my old name,” she said. “That was my name.” She sobbed, pounding on the walls. “What happened to my name?”
”They took it from you,” the black goat that walked like a man said. “Don’t you want it back?” It looked like a night with no moon, depthless beyond human measuring, but when it smiled it smiled with spotless white human teeth.
Bridgette breathed hard. “I want my name,” she whispered.
The goat smiled wider. “And?”
”I want my freedom.” Her voice grew steadier as she spoke, lent stability by the thing that was not a goat.
“And?”
”I want. My. Kitty.” she snarled.
The shadows that were pretending to be a goat sat back on their haunches, satisfied. ”You know what to say.”
Bridgette gritted her teeth. “Baarus,” she said. “Transform me.”
The hospital room was filled with deep, demented laughter, and then the outer wall exploded as it was struck with the force of a hurricane compressed into the space occupied by a horned human skull.
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i was looking at henroin and thought they looked alike lolol
just remembered rb is probably a good mechanic, considering his love for machines and probably creating the tunnel of love ride. Maybe he was a mechanic in his past life ^_^
