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Batman’s Infamous Rogues Gallery.

“Sometimes… sometimes I think the Asylum is a head. We’re inside a huge head that dreams us all into being. Perhaps it’s your head, Batman. Arkham is a looking glass… and we are you.”   - Arkham Asylum: A Serious House on Serious Earth

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  • baby: w....w-we....Welcome! Foolish Mortals, to the Haunted Mansion, I am your host, your ghost host. Hmmmm. Our tour begins here, in this gallery. Here where you see paintings of some of our guests, as they appeared in their corruptible, mortal state. Kindly step all the way in please, and make room for everyone. There's no turning back now...
  • Your cadaverous palour, betrays an aura of foreboding, almost as though you sense a disquieting metamorphosis. Is this Haunted room actually stretching? Or is it your imagination, hmm? And consider this dismaying observation, this chamber has no windows, and no doors. Which offers you this chilling challenge, to find a way out! Of course, there's always my way...

“Patients suffering delusional episodes often focus their paranoia on an external tormentor, usually one conforming to Jungian archetypes. In this case, a scarecrow.

Batman Begins (2005) dir. Christopher Nolan

Whole script of Haunted Mansion

The following is the narration for the Haunted Mansion attraction at Disneyland:


When hinges creak in doorless chambers, and strange and frightening sounds echo through the halls. Whenever candlelights flicker where the air is deathly still. That is the time when ghosts are present, practicing their terror with ghoulish delight!

Portrait Gallery:

Welcome, foolish mortals, to the Haunted Mansion! I am your host, your ghost host. Kindly step all the way in please and make room for everyone. There’s no turning back now.

Our tour begins here in this gallery where you see paintings of some of our guests as they appeared in their corruptible, mortal state.

Your cadaverous pallor betrays an aura of foreboding, almost as though you sense a disquieting metamorphosis. Is this haunted room actually stretching? Or is it your imagination, hmm? And consider this dismaying observation: This chamber has no windows and no doors, which offers you this chilling challenge: to find a way out!

Of course, there’s always my way.

Portrait Hall:

Oh, I didn’t mean to frighten you prematurely; the real chills come later. Now, as they say, look alive, and we’ll continue our little tour. And let’s all stay together, please. There are several prominent ghosts who have retired here from creepy old crypts from all over the world. Actually, we have 999 happy haunts here, but there’s room for a thousand. Any volunteers? If you insist on lagging behind, you may not need to volunteer. The carriage that will carry you into the moldering sanctum of the spirit world will accommodate you and one or two loved ones. Kindly watch your step as you board, please. We spirits haunt our best in gloomy darkness, so remember, no flash pictures, please.

And now, a carriage approaches to carry you into the boundless realm of the supernatural. Take your loved ones by the hand, please, and kindly watch your step. Oh yes, and no flash pictures, please! We spirits are frightfully sensitive to bright lights.

Do not pull down on the safety bar, please; I will lower it for you. And heed this warning: the spirits will materialize only if you remain quietly seated at all times.

Onboard Doombuggies:

We find it delightfully unlivable here in this ghostly retreat. Every room has wall-to-wall creeps, and hot and cold running chills. Shhh, listen!

All our ghosts have been dying to meet you! This one can hardly contain himself!

Unfortunately, they all seem to have trouble getting through. Perhaps Madame Leota can establish contact. She has a remarkable head for materializing the disembodied.

Madame Leota:

Horntoads and lizards, fiddle and strum. Please answer the role by beating a drum!

Ghost fiends and furies, old friends and new! Blow in a horn, so we’ll know whether it’s you!

Serpents and spiders, tail of a rat; call in the spirits, wherever they’re at.

Rap on a table; it’s time to respond. Send us a message from somewhere beyond.

Goblins and ghoulies from last Halloween. Awaken the spirits with your tambourine.

Creepies and crawlies, toads in a pond; let there be music, from regions beyond!

Wizards and witches, wherever you dwell, give us a hint, by ringing a bell!

Grand Ballroom:

The happy haunts have received your sympathetic vibrations and are beginning to materialize. They’re assembling for a swinging wake, and they’ll be expecting me. I’ll see you all a little later.

Grim Grinning Ghosts:

When the crypt doors creak and the tombstones quake,
Spooks come out for a swinging wake!
Happy haunts materialize, and begin to vocalize.
Grim Grinning Ghosts come out to socialize!

Now don’t close your eyes and don’t try to hide,
For a silly spook may sit by your side.
Shrouded in a daft disguise, they pretend to terrorize.
Grim Grinning Ghosts come out to socialize!

As the moon climbs high o’er the dead oak tree,
Spooks arrive for the midnight spree.
Creepy creeps with eerie eyes start to shriek and harmonize.
Grim Grinning Ghosts come out to socialize!

When you hear the knell of a requiem bell,
weird glows gleam where spirits dwell.
Restless bones etherealize, rise as spooks of every size!

Ghost Host:

Ah, there you are, and just in time! There’s a little matter I forgot to mention. Beware of hitchhiking ghosts! They have selected you to fill our quota, and they’ll haunt you until you return! Now I will raise the safety bar, and a ghost will follow you home!

If would like to join our jamboree there’s a simple rule that’s compulsory. Mortals pay a token fee. Rest in peace, the haunting’s free; so hurry back, we would like your company!

Little Leota:

Hurry back! Hurry back! Be sure to bring your death certificate, if you decide to join us. Make final arrangements now! We’ve been dying to have you!


“As we looked through the comics, there was this fascinating idea that Batman’s presence in Gotham actually attracts criminals to Gotham, attracts lunacy. When you’re dealing with questionable notions like people taking the law into their own hands, you have to really ask, where does that lead? That’s what makes the character so dark, because he expresses a vengeful desire.”
Christopher Nolan

Hey, it was my six-month Kimvy-versary yesterday! This is the longest that I’ve ever really shipped something; it’s never been much of an interest of mine before now, so… yay for a real OTP, I guess! 

I also added up my wordcount of what I’ve written for them, and I’ve written more than 45k… only about 5k is up on the interwebs (for shame!) Most of it is just fragments, though… I tend to write about them to vent or cheer myself up, so not much of it is good or worth putting up. As you guys must know by now, I have a *tiny* crush on Kimblee (*sweats*), and I identify with Envy quite a lot, so… it’s kind of as close to self-insertion as I’m going to get. Even though most of the words are disgustingly self-indulgent junk, it’s the most that I’ve written for any characters, and I’ve written more in six months of being in the FMA fandom than I did in two years of my old fandom. 

Even after only six months, my characterization has improved a lot, after writing about them every few days or so, and they’re slowly becoming the characters that I want them to be. Envy’s sadism has calmed down somewhat (although it’s by no means gone), and they’re starting to show a more vulnerable side, while still maintaining the monstrous aspects that make them scary and unpredictable. Kimblee’s become less of a woobie (it’s so hard to resist, but it destroys the character that I love), and it’s getting easier and easier to tap into that dark mind with its impeccable twisted logic.

A big thanks to @distant-glory for turning this “hey, these two characters get along pretty well” situation into a full-blown obsession with her excellent stories and advice. It really means a lot to me.  Now, if only I could settle down into writing the longfic that I’ve been dreaming of…


Dr. Poison confirmed for Wonder Woman (2017).

One of the oldest parts of the Wonder Woman mythos, Poison debuted in Sensation Comics #2, only the third ever appearance of the Amazon. She predates even the solo comic and the magic lasso. As her name suggests, the doctor was a skilled chemist with a knack for devising all sorts serums. In her first appearance she tried to poison the army’s water supply with a drug that made it impossible for soldiers to follow marching orders. After two issues battling generic Axis spies, the costumed Dr. Poison was the first true Supervillain Wonder Woman faced, and her appearance thus marks the beginning of Diana’s Rogues Gallery.

Welcome, foolish mortals, to the Haunted Mansion...

I am your host, your… ghost host. Kindly step all the way in please and make room for everyone. There’s no turning back now.

Our tour begins here in this gallery where you see paintings of some of our guests as they appeared in their corruptible, mortal state.

Your cadaverous pallor betrays an aura of foreboding, almost as though you sense a disquieting metamorphosis. Is this haunted room actually stretching? Or is it your imagination, hmm? And consider this dismaying observation: This chamber has no windows and no doors, which offers you this chilling challenge: to find a way out!

Of course, there’s always my way.

John’s hands sat comfortably along the tops of his hips. He’d admired the first peek at the next exhibit. Men clad in white overalls with obvious indifference moved seamlessly behind him with the next wave of portraits. There was always an incredible rush that crowded his joints with a new arrival. Soon, his quiet space on the corner, would be lively with bodies and insightful conversations. Art brought people together and it was the money he’d made that kept youth artist off the streets. Tonight, he’d finalize the placement and begin preparing the gallery for it’s next opening. John often wondered where he’d be if he hadn’t open his eyes to the love that hung in his heart for the medium. He may have traded spray paint for ink and fine print but the fire of his muse still burned brightly. Oddly enough, it burned in the image of a wall flowery blonde who had a fire in her eyes.

“You guys can take five.” He muttered with a curt nod. 


I can’t make you love me- A Taehyung Scenario (part 4)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5

Two weeks more passed, and you still couldn’t soothe the ache in your chest. You knew you had been wrong in pushing Taehyung away, you knew your heart wanted and needed him there. You knew it, you knew the right thing to do, so why couldn’t you?

He had hurt you, and you were proud, proud and foolish, and perhaps a little selfish. He needed you, and you pushed him away, you gave him your back, and God knows what happened to him since.

Taehyung was hurting, badly. He had never felt so much pain in his life, and he couldn’t take it. If before had been bad, now it was worse, much worse. His own body couldn’t handle the pain he was feeling, he had started to become sick. His health deteriorated, his voice began to disappear and become rough and whispered, he was merely a shadow of what he once was. He was a zombie.

His friends were worried, they were seeing Taehyung being consumed by sorrow, and they didn’t know what they could do about it. Jimin couldn’t handle it. He was seeing his own best friend suffering, and wasn’t doing anything to stop it. It tore at him, with every wail and cry that erupted from Taehyung’s room, he cringed and pulled at his hair. He began biting his nails nervously.

He couldn’t take it. Jimin bolted out the front door, with nothing in his hands. He ran around town, just like Taehyung had done, trying to catch a glimpse of you, he didn’t care if his lungs burned, or if his muscles ached from the extra exercise after practice, or that his stomach rumbled with hunger because he hadn’t eaten anything in the past 8 hours. He needed to find you. He needed to make things right.

So when he spotted you behind the counter at a small coffee shop, a different one from the one he had seen you in, he stopped in his tracks, and had to do a double take. He couldn’t believe his luck. Still panting, he entered the establishment, and sat down on a table across from where you were working. The moment you lifted your gaze to look at the new customer, the blood froze in your veins.

“Jimin… What… what are you doing here?” You whispered under your breath. The boy smiled at you sadly.

“I need to talk to you Y/N… I really do.” He told you, his voice breaking into deep breaths as he still struggled for air from the run.

“I’m working right now Jimin.” You told him, turning your face away from him. You didn’t want to meet his gaze. You didn’t want him to see you hurting.

“That’s okay, I’ll wait here until your shift is over. I didn’t run all over town just to leave empty handed. You wouldn’t make me leave after I ran all over town, FIVE times, trying to find you, right? Can I have some water?” He asked, pulling the pouty face he knew always worked with you.

You sighed deeply and nodded, grabbing a water bottle and handing it to him. He went to pay, but you lifted your hand, saying it was on you for having caused so much trouble. He smiled at you, at least he knew you were still his friend.

He sipped on the water, as he watched you work, making drinks, giving food, you had quite a quiet day for once, and that made you nervous, because you could see quite clearly that Jimin was staring at you all the time.

Once your shift was over, you changed your clothes, putting your uniform away, and began walking towards Jimin with your bag in your hands.

“Want to talk here? I can invite you to a coffee.” Jimin said, but you shook your head energetically.

“No please. No more coffee. I have had enough coffee today. Just come back to my place, we can talk there.” You told him simply, sighing. He could see you were tired, exhausted even, and it wasn’t from your work day. He could see, from the purple circles under your eyes, and the way your shoulders slumped, and how your eyes still looked a little red and puffy, that you too were suffering. So he followed you silently back to your place.

Once you entered the new apartment, he looked around, and made a kind comment about how it looked nice, but bit his tongue back so he wouldn’t say that the place you shared with Tae was much nicer.

“So what did you come to talk to me about?” You asked him, sitting down on your couch, letting your head roll back to rest on the pillows. He sat down beside you, and grabbed your hand.

“Y/N, you need to stop this. Neither of you are happy. He isn’t even living anymore, he stays in his room, your room, and won’t let us see him. The house is a mess. It’s a pig sty. The flowers have wilted, the light bulbs don’t even shine as brightly anymore. Y/N he needs you. He made a mistake, and he has been paying for it ever since you left. Don’t you think it’s enough torture for the both of you?” Jimin spoke without stopping, knowing if you saw the smallest hint of hesitation you would immediately shoot him down. He knew you too well.

“I’m perfectly fine Jimin. I’m happier without him. I have a new life.” You spoke coldly, without meeting his eyes. He sighed and shook his head.

“BULLSHIT! That’s bullshit Y/N and you know it! You’re not happy, you are not even remotely okay. You are in pain just as much as he is! You know this isn’t right. You know it! You saw him that day at the street and things have even gotten worse! How hard is it for you to just give him one last chance?!” He yelled, getting up from the sofa. Finally you looked at him with tear filled eyes.

“What if he never changes? What if after a few months everything goes back to how it was before I left?” You asked him, and his heart broke. He had seen you wilt away with Taehyung’s neglect, so he wrapped his arms around him.

“Give him a chance to prove to you that he is sorry, and that he will never do it again. Please, I’m begging you, as a friend. Please Y/N…” He begged, tightening his hold around you. You sighed deeply.

“One last chance. After that, it is over.” You spoke sternly, but you nuzzled your face against him. Your heart began beating again with the quickened pace of excitement and hope.

You exchanged numbers again, and said your goodbyes, promising to keep in touch. Once he left, you slumped back into your sofa, and unlocked your phone, opening your image gallery and beginning to swipe through your pictures with Tae. You missed him. You really did, and now that you had seen Jimin, you finally had hope.

A/N: There will be one last part to this I believe ^^ Are you guys going to stick with it right till the end?