Aaaand it’s Finally Done. A commission of some creepy silvergifting for @raisingcain-onceagain, ft. Sauron being The Worst lab partner. Thank you so much for your patience, and for commissioning me in the first place! This was a pleasure to draw.
They call themselves angels, but you’re not quite sure what they are. They’ve been following your uncle around all afternoon and he doesn’t seem to notice, but you can hear them studying him– Murmuring about bones and clay and organs.
“How many muscles do you think he has?” Says one.
“Enough,” Replies the other, turning to stare directly at you. “Enough.”
In the original version, Marinette was relentlessly pursuing “Felix”, who I’m guessing was probably way too introverted and easily annoyed to give her the time of day, lmao. Here’s concept art of him getting creative with his powers to avoid her:
On the flip side, when he got the ring containing his powers, it got stuck, forcing him to be a super hero (and I’m guessing giving him perma bad luck.) he learns the only way to get it off is to kiss Ladybug, and starts to woo her… before falling for her for real. Ladybug is having none of it.
Ultimately, Marinette was over the top and vaguely creepy and Felix was an ass. But the assumed dramatic shift in relationship dynamics would have been a lot of fun, and it was deliciously ironic, lmao.
So I’ve gotten to the part of my season 1 rewatch where Peter takes a clueless Melissa on a date as part of his plan to drive Scott to murder him join him. And suddenly I totally need the Steter version of that.
The night Laura’s body is found, Stiles sleeps through the announcement, while Scott can’t sleep and feels restless and terrified of the lacrosse tryouts the next day. He goes out for a run around the block to try to wear himself out enough to fall asleep and ends up in the preserve, where he gets bitten. The bite is gone by morning, so Scott doesn’t tell Stiles because maybe the whole thing was just a stress-fueled hallucination. Stiles is weirded out by Scott’s sudden amazing lacrosse skills, but otherwise isn’t too suspicious, because what is there to be suspicious about?
By the time Scott realizes he’s a werewolf, he doesn’t know how to tell Stiles and is pretty worried about freaking him out. He also wants to save his best friend from getting caught up in all the shit happening in BH. He tries to be all noble about it. (Stiles is already getting caught up, but he only has half the picture and can’t figure it out.)
And then when Peter decides the whole “get Scott to kill everyone he loves” plan just isn’t working out and switches to the “how do you feel about me turning your loved ones” plan, he starts with Stiles. Less obviously than with Melissa, but enough for Scott to freak out. A chance meeting, a coffee, maybe some advice on what to wear to the winter formal.
“You need to stay away from him,” Scott tells his friend, panicking. They haven’t been as close lately because of Scott’s secrets and Scott spending so much time with Allison, but he still cares, and worse, Peter knows he cares.
But Stiles is just like, “Why bro? Just tell me why already.”
Scott doesn’t know how to say it because he’s kept the secret for so long now that Stiles will be pissed if he tells him now, but he’s also hoping that keeping Stiles out of the loop will make Peter’s interest fade soon. So he just says, “He’s too old for you!”
And Stiles splutters because what, no, Peter’s vaguely creepy but he’s not hitting on him. He’s just… around. And Stiles isn’t stupid, he knows that something is wrong and that Scott is involved and lying to him about everything, and that judging by Scott’s reactions, Peter’s involved too. Maybe he’s even at the crux of things. Stiles isn’t about to run the other way. Also, the man keeps bribing him with good coffee, so.
Peter ends up getting his revenge, but he doesn’t continue his murders to the people who hadn’t actually been involved because he’s a little distracted by the fact that he needs to be at the bowling alley in an hour. He can’t have blood on his shirt when he arrives to teach Stiles to bowl. He’ll murder the rest of the Argents later, ok? Later becomes “I’ll get to it someday maybe,” because Stiles is all sorts of fascinating. Stiles, who eventually realizes that Peter is Peter Hale and that the victims were all people involved in the Hale fire. But the whole thing gets weirder the further down he digs, until he knocks on Peter’s swanky apartment door and says, “Werewolves? Fucking werewolves?”
And when Peter grins, his smile showing definitely too many teeth and a hint of fang, Stiles still pushes past him and sits down to get the whole story out of him. (Then he hits Scott with a lot of lacrosse balls because honestly, his best friend is such an idiot. He could’ve let Stiles know he was falling in love with a werewolf. Bros before wolves, jeez.)
in the mania!AU, pete's body is all different stitched up pieces right? i don't see a lot of it but i love it! and the whole AU btw <3 <3
pete’s a harvester which requires him to have a human vessel in order for him to efficiently go out beyond the big bad’s realm (the howls) to collect and return souls to its creator. since the big bad was originally one of the ancient mythological beasts that supposedly create life from the cosmic ether of soul fragments before being cast aside – it’s able to mock the same process to create imperfect vessels and souls for its drones.
but the big bad’s methods aren’t perfect or seamless anymore in comparison. in fact they’re more seams than anything else. it has to take pieces of body parts and limbs to construct each and every vessel artificially, none perfect and only have to be able to function well enough to retrieve and bring back what they need to efficiently. they consume souls until their bodies reach capacity and immediately return to the hive of the big bad.
and pete’s no outlier when he’s given a vessel. he’s stitched up like patch-work all over his body but his chest has the most violent scar tissue going through and across it. harvesters like pete and others when they return with their collected souls are dissected by dissection drones which pick out the merged/consumed souls before re-stitching. he’s not the most conventionally attractive or normal looking for obvious reasons but the big bad did make an effort with his vessel to try and not only make something practical but also meticulously (mostly? sorta?) congruent.
here’s some poor vague examples that don’t fully enunciate the hard details:
so for example he has two different eyes , variations of skin tones, and his “tattoo of thorns” around his collarbones is actually aggressive stitching. and there’s an intense amount of wild or weird things in their world but someone stitched together like that so visibly and looking the way he does isn’t normal. but it doesn’t phase him whatsoever. (also pete has two hearts spliced together into one i never mentioned this one yet)
She thought she saw a stick, a mile or so on, but when she hauled on it, it proved to be the bottom end of an old scarecrow someone had thrown into the hedge. Sophie heaved the thing upright. It had a withered turnip for a face. Sophie found she had some fellow feeling for it. Instead of pulling it to pieces and taking the stick, she stuck it between two branches of the hedge, so that it stood looming rakishly above the may, with the tattered sleeves on its stick arms fluttering over the hedge.
“There,” she said, and her cracked old voice surprised her into giving a cracked old cackle of laughter. “Neither of us are up to much, are we, my friend? Maybe you’ll get back to your field if I leave you where people can see you.” She set off up the lane again, but a thought struck her and she turned back. “Now if I wasn’t doomed to failure because of my position in the family,” she told the scarecrow, “you could come to life and offer me help in making my fortune. But I wish you luck anyway.”
I had an awfully delightful imagine in my head, but its a bit silly. Knockout and Breakdown being yandere towards Jack darby. But in a sense that they want him as their son. So they kidnap him and forces him into cuddles. They keep this Micro house for him to sleep in, and begins to train him to be their perfect obidient little pet- er son. Jack meanwhile tries to be calm, and only flinches frightend when cuddles and feeding time ensues. June is devestated.
You’ve actually hit upon one of my favorite tropes! XD I love it when the creepy, evil villain wants to either adopt or mentor the younger protagonist!
It’d probably start after all three of the kids get kidnapped for leverage. Miko would be trying to tear out someone’s optics through the glass, Raf would be panicky and quiet, but Jack would be the one trying to somehow reason with the ‘cons, despite how scared he was. Even though it doesn’t work, Knock Out finds him somewhat amusing and finds he actually enjoys talking to him. (This is the first time anyone besides Breakdown has actually treated him with respect since he got here.)
He starts jokingly referring to Jack as his “son” which Breakdown soon starts doing as well. Jack isn’t really put off by this, as he thinks the Decepticons are just making fun of him, but he soon begins to notice that they start acting just a bit nicer to him. They move him into an actually habitable living space instead of a cage, and fill it with a variety of books, games, and other fun little distractions.
It’s weird, Jack thinks, but he can handle weird. What he doesn’t know how to handle, are the random times Knock Out or Breakdown will scoop him up for… cuddles? Do Decepticons actually do that?? He’s afraid that if he struggles or lashes out at them they’ll squeeze him like a grape, so he just silently whimpers and lets himself be held and petted. Eventually, they even start bringing him along when they recharge together like one big, creepy, dysfunctional family - trapping him firmly, but gently, between Breakdown’s chest and Knock Out’s talons. Jack can only hope that Arcee and the others will come to his and the other kids’ rescues, before Knock Out and Breakdown decide that they’re not cut out to be parents…
(not the LARP camp I work at, but the one I volunteer at- the high-immersion one for teens up in the mountains)
One time, I really really wanted to scare the shit out of the kids. So, I dressed up as a spooky ghost lady. My friend did skull-like makeup on me, I wore a long white dress, and I took my hair down (brown, and waist-length). I had my hair over my face, and then I put on a veil.
A bit after one in the morning, I started singing ring around the rosy in a slow, high-pitched voice in the woods outside their camp. The kid on watch woke everyone else up, and they proceeded to half freak out trying to figure out what was going on. I couldn’t see for shit, since it was dark and I wasn’t wearing my glasses, so I had to feel out every step I took, which allowed me to do a creepy, jerky, zombie-ish stumble.
I entered their camp, and they were all huddled in the center, pointing swords at me and trying to decide if I was friendly or not. I approached them until I was maybe 5 feet away from the group. One of the girls steps out in front, holding out her hand to me and saying “it’s ok, we don’t want to hurt you-” as soon as she got close enough to almost touch me, I RIPPED OF MY VEIL AND SCREAMED AS LOUD AS I COULD RIGHT IN HER FACE
and THE WHOLE GROUP JUST FELL OVER
like 8 or 9 kids just tumbling to the ground it was hilarious
a fellow volunteer later told me it looked like a fus ro dah
anyway I kept haunting their camp for a while, basically stumbling vaguely towards them while they scrambled away, and I was singing whatever bits of songs I could remember that sounded vaguely creepy, such as
-ring around the rosy
-johnny cash (hurt, ain’t no grave)
-green fields of france
-the Halo 3 theme
-bookends (simon and garfunkel)
-spooky scary skeletons
i’d sing really high-pitched and slow, and on the long notes i’d slide out of tune
and they kept mishearing what I was singing as SO MUCH CREEPIER THAN IT ACTUALLY WAS
one time I dropped down and did a rapid spidery crawl (like the girl from the Ring) at them and they FREAKED
I couldn’t do it for too long because i kept stepping on my hair.
There were multiple teenagers crying. One actually went and took himself out-of-game because he was so freaked. It was beautiful.
(don’t worry, they had fun).
at one point, the only other adult in camp (the plot lead, who was with the teens at the time, playing as himself, but he totally knew the spoopy ghost thing was coming) decided to try and take me down, and ran up to me and grabbed me, literally lifting me from the ground
i was like ????? because we hadn’t had enough time to discuss the spoopy ghost lady’s abilities- i.e. if I could take more than the normal amount of sword blows before dropping, if I could deal any damage (I couldn’t, I was literally unarmed) so I was like well, idk wtf to do here, so i just turned around and screamed in his face until he put me down, and he told me later that him releasing me wasn’t acting, he was literally too paralyzed to do anything
it was hella fun, so about a year later I decided to bring back the spoopy ghost lady (the kids had decided to call her Ashes). I approached the camp again and started singing and i hear “GODDAMN IT! FUCK! FUCKING SHIT!” etc. and I walked in and started my spoopy routine again (afterwords, someone told me that they were literally just talking about me and that one of them had looked at her watch and said “Ashes showed up at about 1:30 last time” and literally right then I started singing).
Highlights from the second time include:
-one of them gave me a fucking sword for no goddamn reason, and then proceeded to attack me. So I knocked him out and threw the sword at him.
- “She’s not that scary, she’s not that scary, she’s not- *I turn and look at him* FUCK”
- *standing over body of unconscious kid* “FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! YOU CAN’T HAVE HIM”
- *I stumble towards him* “FUCK NEVERMIND YOU CAN HAVE HIM” *runs away*
- “she’s gonna do the thing she’s gonna do the thing she’s-” *I drop down and spider crawl at them* “FUCK SHIT I TOLD YOU SHE’S DOING IT”
- kid: “Tell me what you want, what you really want!” me: *internally suppresses urge to go so tell me what you want, what you really really want*
- fellow volunteer (who had decided to join the kid’s camp as himself, literally so he could be there to watch me spoop) tries to sneak up behind me, I wrap my veil around his neck and “choke” him (not really, but it looked real)
-next day at checkout, when I walk up to the group (not in costume, duh) to see them off: “fuck you Katt”