#darker version

[sictransitgloriamvndi]

Vanitas Schädel (1600s / Öl auf Leinwand) - Gottfried Libalt

[fionaapplerocks]

Fiona Apple // photo: Fredric Reshew

[firelance2361]

Hope Van Dyne/Red Queen (MCU Redesign)

Since we’ve heard that Evangeline Lilly has had an interest in exploring Hope Van Dyne’s darker sides in the MCU, I thought I would throw out this piece of an MCU-inspired redesign of the Red Queen suit her comic counterpart dons in the MC2 Universe.

Personally, if Marvel doesn’t want to risk completely destroying Hope’s character in the main MCU, I think seeing a version of as the Red Queen in a title like What If…? would give a lot more creative freedom to explore that part of her personality.

IDK, let me know what you guys think. Hope you like it!

[autisticfoxgirl333]

Um, guys? Just a heads up I'm sketching Shadow Kitsune. I'm just getting on coloring her. Don't worry I'm not releasing her! But she is a dark magical girl/witch but I will keep an eye on her.

[kitsuneflamegoddess]

Natahri tried again to tug at the base of the chains on her feet, in a hopeless attempt to break them but unsurprisingly to no avail. She was too weak, she hadn’t eaten in at least a week and was just barely getting enough water to survive though not all of it was clean.Her bloody, beaten, horribly thin and malnourished body was barely surviving, there places on her body where you could see her bones. A raspy yelp escaped from her as a bump in the road rocked her cage and caused her to fall into the bars. “OI, QUIET IN THERE YOU MONGREL! WE’RE CROSSING THE BORDER, AND IF YOU GIVE US AWAY I’LL MAKE SURE YOU CAN NEVER SPEAK AGAIN!” A gruff booming voice sounded. “THEN AGAIN, I MAY DO IT ANYWAY. CUSTOMERS WOULD LOVE SOMETHING THAT CAN’T YELL OR REFUSE!“ The same voice let out a heartily evil laugh, and was joined by another one, just more of a higher pitch cackle. Natahri shuddered at the voices words, she didn’t even want to think of the horrors the voice was talking about. The chains that bound her from ever limb rattled slightly as she buried her head into her knees and curled her nine bloodied tails around her in an effort to stay warm, since clothes were somewhat of a luxury to her right now and her captors refused to give her any, unless they were showing her off to monsters aka “potential buyers”. Her ears swiveled relentlessly, listening for any sign of possible rescue, or freedom…for some hope. But yet again none came, even as they crossed the border since yet again money won over decency. Over the next few days Natahri caught sleep where she could, and was even fed a little bit, but she knew it wasn’t because her holders had suddenly actually grown a heart and conscience, it was a much darker reason.

Once they had reached their destination her holders removed the large tarp that had covered her cage, which revealed the beautiful night sky. But as much as she wanted to enjoy it, Natahri knew it’s splendor wouldn’t be known to her for very long. As if on cue her holders transferred her to a more mobile set of chains, and put something over her head so she couldn’t see. “Alright fox face, lets go.” She wanted to reply in some way, but was too weak to do so, and also knew it would bring....unwanted consequences. Her ears twitched rapidly under whatever was over her head, mostly in discomfort, but also because there were new sounds to her. Finally ,after hearing the unfortunately familiar sound of a cage door opening and closing, her holders removed whatever was on her head. What she saw made her wish they hadn’t. Some of it she was used to, given her own capture, but the rest was....horrific. There were rows and rows of cages, almost every one of em held a person. There were humans, some humanoid species she’d never seen, and of course some of her kind as well. But that wasn’t what horrified her. What truly horrified her was that among all the adults, and adolescents, were children. Some were too big for their cages, others were huddled in a corner of their cages, many were naked and crying, almost all were malnourished, and none of them deserved to be here. “HA, look at her face. It’s almost like she wants to be blindfolded again.” Her high voiced captor jested to the other before they left. Natahri slumped down in the cage and began to weep silently. Her own suffering was horrible, but she would gladly endure worse if it meant those children would go free. “Hey miss? How are you doing that?” A tiny voice piped in. It broke Natahri out of her crying for a bit, at least long enough to ask. “What...do you mean, young one?” A tiny hand points out. “That, in your hands. How are you doing that? It’s warmth is nice.” Natahri looked at her hands in shock to see a tiny flame in each of her hands. She brought them close to her chest and reveled in their warmth, she hadn’t felt it in so long. It had been too long since she had been able to use her powers, she had just been too weak. “Hey everyone, I have an idea.” She exclaimed as she brought her hands down. “Put anything flammable, anything that you know can burn, and throw it in the middle of the room.” The others did just as she said, and managed to gather a respectable pile. Natahri then closed her eyes, and focused. After a few minutes the pile burst into a flame the size of the pile. “It’s not much, but it’s at least something to make things a little easier.” A small smile appeared on her face when she saw the reactions of the others. She slumped back against the foremost part of the cage and closed her eyes. Al tear escaped her eye before she succumbed to sleep, as a tiny voice said “Thank you miss”

Natahri grunted as she was rudely awakened the next morning by her holders with a merciless kick to her back. “Wake up furbag, it’s time to see if your worth anything.” A deep voice grumbled. Natahri slowly got up and looked around. Everyone else had been taken out of their cages, but they were still bound by a line of chain on their feet, and with a clank, so was she. They were taken to what could only be described as a cleaning station, and that was putting it lightly. There the men and boys were lightly cleaned, and if they were old enough shaven, and given a rag of a shirt that was just long enough to conceal their private parts. The women and young girls weren’t so, in lack of a better term, lucky. The handlers pretty much did the same as they did with the males for the females, just with less humanity, and no clothing. Natahri herself was cleaned and had her armpits and private area shaven. Their handlers had their way with them just short of raping them as they were cleaned. Natahri unfortunately knew that again this wasn’t because of decency, but for the sake of keeping a ‘pure product’. She bowed her head as she couldn’t bare to look at what they were doing to the children. If she could she would do anything to set them free, even if it meant her own end or continuing suffering. After they were done being prepared, the slavers led them to the back of a sort of stage. As they approached Natahri could here hundreds of voices on the other side, though to her none of em sounded human, they all sounded like monsters. The deep voiced slaver stayed behind to make sure no escape attempts were attempted, as the high voiced one went up onto a pedestal and addressed the gathering of monstrous scum. “All right, quiet down everyone, quiet....There we go. Now, the rules of this auction are simple. You don’t leave until we say, no fighting, prices vary on each item, and last but certainly not least, all sales are final. Do I make myself clear?” A murmur of agreement came from the crowd of heartless fiends. “All right then, let us begin with this little number.” The high voiced slaver boomed as the gruff one ushered one of the young girls to the stage. Natahri lowered her head in a futile attempt to block out the horror that was unfolding, but she couldn’t see, she heard. Children were being sold to monsters that didn’t care in the slightest if they were another of their kind, and they were being described as mere tools, or even worse, things of pleasure. Eventually it was her turn to face the gauntlet of monsters to see which pocket she belonged to. “Now this one, this one is a rare marvel that we happened to catch on our way here. No, you are not seeing things...” The high voice slaver boomed as Natahri stopped in the center of the stage of horror. She stood straight and narrow, not because she wanted to, but she had no other choice. Her eyes darted across the crowd, examining the monsters before her. Many looked to be rich, some looked to be more modest, though they were monsters all the same. “...and would you look at those breasts, I can tell it’s putting some of you noblewomen to shame. Those tails are also exquisite, I’m sure the fur is high quality. Imagine it gently caressing your body with it’s soft warmth.” Natahri wanted to badly murder the high voiced slaver. Their fur was her kinds most sacred possession, and wasn’t an object to be sold on market. She closes her ears to potentially block out the rest of the slaver’s voice, let alone it’s speech about her ‘values’. “Alright this one starts at....one-thousand five hundred geld.” With that, the bidding for who owned her life began.

[glass-menagerie]

WELL let's see if it would work... A darker version of Danny Phantom. When everyone has doubts about his capacity and motivation. So he abandoned himself, and even led to astray, leaving everything he had cherished so much behind.Meanwhile the T-Team were further intestified, demanding more money and the whole city was under the threats of ghosts and also blackmailing by Vlad...So here goes a vicious circle. No one would be saved. I just love these self-challenging plots and storylines. Well I should say I pity Vlad so much...I don't know why but just have that sympathy for him...But anyway he's still the villian-maybe an anti-hero I could make him?