#(ooc: evil accountant and

[daisystwistedgarden]

the prophecy of the noisy upstairs neighbor always rings true, even unintentionally-- and you are riddle rosehearts' most obnoxious peer in the building.

somehow, he has grown fond of it.

the stairwell to the university apartments is, for as much as tuition is at such a prestigious academy, poorly sound-proofed. noise spills in through unsealed door gaps and thin walls. riddle's mother insisted on him avoiding the housing in central campus where trey and cater live-- something about distractions and other such frivolities-- and thus, here he is, in a less-than-luxurious accommodation far from any of his classes or friends. as expected. after switching his major going into his junior year from pre-med to pre-law, his mother's decisions regarding his education were just as icy as the glares she sent his way over silent dinners on holiday breaks. hearing his neighbors have weekend parties or intimate encounters was his punishment for straying from his mother's grasp in his early twenties.

familiar stomps echo up the stairwell. riddle sighs and peels off his glasses, discarding them beside his textbook. the gold rims glint under warm light from his desk lamp. those footsteps are yours, meaning he's been studying for almost four hours and has not retained a single word.

the minutes trickle by. riddle resolves to at least begin preparing for bed while his mind wanders aimlessly-- the lack of discipline is unusual for him, but, in all fairness, his friends have complained about him going overboard in studying for finals this term. but it feels less lonely to know in some way you have, too. your footsteps have woken him from a restless sleep more than once this past week.

it's a dance, almost. he hears your footsteps above him as he too wanders his apartment to settle in for the night. thumps echo above his living room-- you're in your own, assuming the layout of your apartments is the same-- as he's brushing his teeth before bed. your voice is muffled through the walls. you're always talking to something or someone when you get home. a friend on the phone, maybe? a pet? yourself? riddle wouldn't dream of knocking on your door to ask such a pointless question, no matter how his curiosity eats at him when your laugh spills from your open window on warm mornings. you are simply a footnote in his university experience. riddle cannot spare the time to make new friends-- would you even consider the notion?-- as he works overtime to catch up on classes in an attempt to graduate on time. his pride couldn't handle anything less.

and it's a lousy idea, to settle at his desk once more as your footsteps retreat to your bedroom above his. heavy eyes try in vain to focus on the notes he's scrawled in uniform lines across notebook pages. but then a pleasant tune begins to play from above, melodic and sweet...

it's you. inconsiderate of the time, too, as you abandon common courtesy to practice so late at night. that same violin he hears night after night, the one he's seen slung over your shoulder in a decorated case as you scurry off to morning classes, the siren song luring him into an ill-advised nap, just resting his eyes...

in the morning, when he wakes with a start and a crick in his neck, he'll be far less forgiving of your antics. riddle might even finally stomp up to your apartment and chew you out for breaking the curfew for quiet hours. but tonight, to the tune of the piece you've been rehearsing all week, riddle finally finds a restful sleep.

[shhhsoftnwet]

Ever since I read @a-very-fond-farewell ‘s fic (pls read Lamb Loose!!!) and they touch on the mythology of three-legged crow/Hou Yi/Samjok-o at the back of Doyoung’s jacket MY MIND IS BLOWN 🤯🤯 LIKE IT FINALLY MAKE SENSE!!!

The mythology fits Doyoung’s fate really well, but both Doyoung and Dongsoo are two sides of the same coin so I’d like to interpret it in a way that it affects him as well. Dongsoo shot him down, but he too turn into a three-legged crow 😔

[autemimperator]

What are these messages on the radio…?

Anyways, I plan on enacting some changes discussed by the Table. Starting with erasing the idea of this… “John Wick.”

You cannot run from the Table, Mr. Wick

[sonicprim3d]

I won't lie, because I like thinking about it, I often sit here and wonder... What makes fighting Sonic so dangerous?

Is it because of his powers and abilities? Well, it sure doesn't make fighting him any less easy. He's infinitely fast with infinite stamina, his own friction against his body causes a static charge to build up that he has to release or else it'll continue to build until it explodes off of him, and he uses it for combat when he can.

Is it because of his physical body? Also possible. He's incredibly durable and able to withstand just about anything. He fell from space multiple times in his life and once hit the ground hard, and he came out the other end just fine. He was thrown by Giganto into towers and against a mountain, and he was fine.

But, honestly, the thing that makes him truly dangerous, is the fact that he

Just.

Doesn't.

Stop.

No matter what, he'll always get back up, through sheer force of will and determination. He will never let anything defeat him, no matter what.

The corruptive power of Dark Gaia was directly pumped into him, the first victim of the dark god after centuries of slumber, and all it did was physically change him because he's simply too good and determined to be corrupted.

If he believes in what he is fighting for, he won't stop fighting. No matter what. He is unstoppable.

He is undefeatable.

[lipglossandsacrifice]

.....................cook;ie...... - drawing anon

Yes, yes. A cookie.

[Tab hands off the cookie to drawing anon.]

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to work.

[thebananwithaplan]

((I wonder how many of the regular SWBG fans that have somehow found this blog are thinking of all the horrors that DB's interacted with so far.))

[stormy-seriously-simps]

Hi! I'm Stormy! Here's a bitta info for ya

So. I'm a hobbyist artist. I LOOOOVE a lot of different things. Into many fandoms. As of now, my page is going to be mainly dominated by Resident Evil/Biohazard stuff, either that I make or that I'm reblogging for whatever reason I have. This is my OOC account outside of my @weskers-global-saturation account, so I can still be my more authentic self. They'll be linked to one another occasionally. Happy that you're spending time in my little corner of Tumblr! <3

[dalctor]

((I really have no idea who this muse is but she just is and she has me by the throat like

Is anything even remotely in character to canon

Who is to say omg))

[wytch-of-the-void]

[She's paced past the door far too many times. Rushing around the base, making sure everything's accounted for. It's difficult to deal with all by nyxself. But it's for the best. Because if Inferno can't, she has to be there. She doesn't blame him for not being able to. It's tough on him. For everyone else. Endless tasks for her to fulfill, responsible for taking care of whatever conflicts, but her composure was maintained. In a moment of repose though, nyx glances at the bed vil is lying in. It's about time to check on him. She just hopes he doesn't ask for something she can't give.] Hey. [Her voice is quiet. Devoid of much emotion.] Do you need anything?

[Vil is laying in bed, he woke up early as usual, but once again can't force himself to get up and start the day. He rolls over to at least grab his glasses from the nightstand, but decides not to, just covering vilself up more with the blanket. It's been going like this for a few hours now]

[ventismacchiato]

OIKAWA AS YOUR MUTUAL THAT YOU HATE IRL

oikawa x gender neutral reader

you and toru have been mutuals on twitter for almost a year as you both run and met through twice fan accounts. you talk to him more than your irl friends atp. on the other hand you and oikawa don’t get along irl, as you’re both on opposing college teams and constantly competing for nationals. since then he’s always picked on you at games, but that all changes when you finally decide to meet your favorite oomf in person.

notes — karasuno is a mixed gender team in this to keep it gn, and instead of highschool these are college teams / the messages in the first section are like throughout the week before you two meet up

ooc idk? it’s been a while. assume everyone is 20ish, i cud make this a cute mini au one day but rn i’m lazy so this is fast paced

also here’s the soobin version i wrote a while ago

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Your stomach was swarming with nerves as you made your way inside the cafe, the scent of freshly made coffee and sweaty college students from the stadium surrounding you as you slid into line. Admittedly, you never thought you'd get the chance to meet Toru, he was just your cute internet friend and nothing would ever happen.

That was, until today.

It was a bit embarrassing that you stared at the selfie he'd sent for longer than you should've. It was difficult to comprehend the boy you'd been talking to for so long was hiding such a pretty figure. Even with the emoji hiding his face you could tell he was cute.

You eye the display of cakes and decide to pick one up for the both of you as Toru had already promised to get you guys coffee. You felt bad going empty handed after finally meeting him.

You reach down to grab onto the last chocolate slice and your hands meet another. Usually, you'd let it slide and choose something else even though you touched it first. But, when you looked to your left and locked eyes with your self-proclaimed enemy, Toru Oikawa, those thoughts washed away. You were going to fight for that slice of mediocre cake.

"Not you again," Oikawa sighed, tugging the slice towards him, "Don't be obnoxious."

"Says you," you scoff, tightly grabbing onto the plate, "Why are you always so rude towards me? Is it because we annihilated you in the game?”

"You were just lucky," He grins, his large hands tugging the cake closer towards him, "Choose something else.”

"You choose something else. Losers don’t deserve nice cake! I got to it first!”

"Ok and?" Oikawa questions, like the little shit he is.

"Fine, just take it," you sigh, not wanting to make Toru wait. Good Toru, not this evil one beside you. But as you let go of the cake and step back you notice Oikawa’s outfit. He was adorned in clothes that oddly resembled the photo Toru had sent you.

"You made me lose my appetite," Oikawa mutters, dropping the cake and shuffling past you. You shake off the familiarity and make your way towards the back. Most men wore the same clothes, it was nothing.

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You eye the walls of the cafe until you come across the wooden tables from the photo.

You start scouring the seats for someone that resembled Toru but the only person in your vicinity was Oikawa.

You inch your way closer towards him with morbid curiosity, hoping that your suspicions would be proved wrong. But as you got closer the drinks on the table and location of your rival were too similar to the photo Toru had sent you.

Unfortunately, Oikawa locked eyes with you.

"What do you want? Are you here to apologize?" he questions, playing with the straw of his drink as he barely gave you a glance.

"Toru? From twitter?" you tentatively ask, your voice hoarse from the nerves. This couldn't be happening.

Oikawa pauses.

"What?" he slowly asks, turning to look at you, "What did you call me?"

"Oh my god," you gasp, "Are you ruluvyeon?"

"What..," he starts, catching on, "You're urmomoyn?"

Your username sounds foreign on his tongue but it was him. Oikawa was your Toru. Evil Toru was your sweet Toru.

Your beloved Toru was the same guy you've been on bad terms with all year. Just your luck.

Before Oikawa could comprehend anything or you could answer, you decide to do the most mature thing anyone would do in that situation.

You run.

And he doesn't follow.

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a week later

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The street was dark apart from the flickering lamps on the side of the walkway as you made your way towards Oikawa - or well Toru’s - house. It still felt odd.

Your palms felt clammy and you were clad in your pajamas, in too much of a rush to change. Which was a decision you were regretting since the flimsy fabric did nothing to protect you against the wind.

Before you knew it you spotted the complex Toru supposedly lived in, and as you walked closer you could see his tall figure waiting for you in the dark. It would've been rather creepy if not for the fact he was drowning in a large hoodie and sweats with a beanie tugged on his hair.

His arms were crossed across his chest as he rocked back and forth due to the cold.

You swallowed your nerves and made your way towards him, not quite knowing what to do with your hands other than give him an awkward wave as he spotted you.

"Hey," he breathed out, gesturing for you to follow him inside.

The warmth of his apartment was far more welcoming than the freezing night. He shut the door behind you both and tugged off his beanie as he gestured for you to sit down.

"Hi," you greeted back as you sank down on his couch. The entire place felt very lived in.

Toru’s face scrunched up into an sly smile.

"I missed you," you added, "I'm glad you reached out."

"I am too," he hummed, reaching out to take his hand into yours. His palms felt warm against your own freezing ones.

"What was your last text about?" you question as his thumb rubs circles on your palm.

"I don't know what you’re talking about?" he smiles, "What did I say?"

"You know damn well what you said," you huff.

"Okay, well I meant it," he answers, "I convinced myself to try and forget you since you were an online friend. But having you right in front of me changed things."

"Changed things how?" you say, warmth creeping up your cheeks.

"Well, for one I can actually see you," Oikawa notes, "And do things like this," he adds, his voice going quiet as he reaches over to push a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "And, instead of fantasizing about kissing you, I could actually do it."

"You fantasized about it?" you ask in disbelief, still flustered at the touch of his hand so close to your face "You didn't even know what I looked like!"

"You were kinda just a blob in my mind," he shrugs, a smile tilting his lips at your offended face.

"A cute blob though, right?”

"Of course."

“You never imagined me as my icon?”

“Only when you changed it to Gojo.”

“Oh fuck off,” you laugh.

"So, you really don't hate me?" you muse, playing with his fingers, "It's so weird seeing you be so gentle."

"Would you rather me go back to being rude?" he replies, "But I really don't. I feel a shitty at how I used to treat you. You just get me riled up.”

"It's okay, I did the same," you assure, patting his hand, "Let's start fresh."

"Okay," he agrees, clasping your hand in between his, "Let's go out."

"Straight to the point?"

"I don't think we should waste any more time," he replies, “And my entire team thinks I made you up.”

“I need to make it up to you,” you sigh.

"Kiss me and consider yourself forgiven," Oikawa easily grins, looking at you with the usual look of arrogance he sends you through the net when he wishes you a terrible game. But this time it looks different. Like he wants you to win.

“Alright,” you manage to croak out, your throat closing up at your false confidence.

Honestly, you were qute irritated with yourself on how you treated Oikawa for the past few months. You desperately wanted to move on and start fresh.

Oikawa let out a surprised laugh and you wanted to ingrain the sound into your mind. He brought up his free palm to his mouth and let out a small giggle into it.

“Go ahead then,” he smiles.

"Okay," you manage to say, taking a deep breath.

"Any day now,” Oikawa smirks.

"Shut up, I need a moment-," you started, but were interrupted as he reached over and yanked on your top to slot his lips against yours. He stumbled and you both fell backwards onto the couch as he caught himself above you, both knees outside your hips as you snaked your hands around his waist.

He stared at your for a mere moment in disbelief before leaning down to capture your lips with his. His lips felt pillowy against your own and his warm body right on top of yours made it feel just as good.

You had to remind yourself not to laugh into the kiss.

[marymycete]

hi hello ! wanted to post a quick heads - up that I tend to not post starter calls, so the quickest way to start an interaction would be to jump in my inbox with either a meme or something unprompted and we continue from there! my IMs are also open for anyone who wants to plot some dynamics ♡

[aingeal98]

Does Bruce ever overcome his enabling of Cass’s suicidal tendencies

Her crazy stunts (like literally fighting shiva to death) are always turned into a lesson she needed her to learn from or brushed off as something she can simply handle (being shot head on multiple times)

Need to see him reckon with just how human she is 😭

Honestly we never did see a proper reconciliation from Bruce. I blame Dan Didio for this tbh and not just because I blame him for everything. While Cass and Bruce did physically fight out their anger in Cass's batgirl run we never got to see Bruce actually do better or acknowledge his mistakes. Cass went to Bludhaven, then her run ended and she got turned evil, and when she finally came back Bruce was... Supportive but kind of distant, because the writer didn't know how to acknowledge his complete lack of care that Cass had been drugged and brainwashed into being evil.

Because initially the terrible evil arc was meant to be actually Cass of her own motivation, and we were just supposed to accept that the whole family heard about this and thought it made sense that she flipped. The bad writing affected not only her but everyone's reaction to her ooc behaviour, so coming back from that meant figuring out how much it was worth holding the family accountable for ignoring her and how much should just be glossed over because it made no fucking sense for them to react to her being evil like that. Bruce does sort of apologise for not making her feel like she belonged in Batgirl 2008, and he offered to adopt her which was great. But at that point the writer was basically fighting to undo all the damage done after her Batgirl run ended that they didn't really delve into the actual, well written issues that hadn't been resolved in Batgirl 2000.

Then Bruce died and Cass got shipped off to Hong Kong because an apology and an adoption meant nothing in the face of the head of DC having it out for you for being an Asian girl occupying the mantle of his childhood crush Barbara Gordon. And after the reboot the whole dynamic was written very differently, with Bruce being much nicer and saying the right things but also their bond being much... Flatter. As a result. Good dad Batman who's a firm hero works for some characters, but flawed dad Batman has always worked best for Cass.

[peter-notarabbit]

hello everyone i’m peter :)

𓇼 i’m 17 🔥

𓇼 they/he pronouns please and thank you

𓇼 collecting As (just not the grades) (Agenderflux AroAce 🤟)

𓇼 Gryffindor

𓇼 German 🥨🍺

I like:

⚘ board games

⚘ cool socks

⚘ collecting things

⚘ music

⚘ my friends

⚘ plants

⚘ animals of all kind

My friends are:

biggest simp i know: @prongsie-potter

Nr. 1 chocolate lover: @lleuad-lupin

Big bad black: @its-not-that-sirius

Burn the ginger: @garden-of-lily

Rockstar impersonator: @its-marls-the-one-and-only

Sweetest soul: @mary-of-the-meadows

Coolio person: @al1ce-fortescue

Legendary debater: @wizard-law-student-blog

Debaters brother: @your-favourite-bones

Sweet fairy vibes: @thesweetertwin

Absolute feverdream: @woodland-fairy-xeno

Simp and a dork: @dor-the-cas

Black brother #2: @regulus-of-the-stars

Black cousin: @flowers-not-stars

Evil scientist: @rose-from-the-dark

Not an evil scientist: @raccoon-butnot

Has the best gossip: @buzzin-with-skeeter

Ooc: my main is @starcrossedmoony , rp blog don't like don't interact <3

If you want to join contact @marauders-rp-account

[frownyalfred]

All the “Bruce must’ve killed in the LoA” HCs make him and Clark moving on after his resurrection even more interesting, don’t they? I’ve seen, a bunch of times, Clark going “But you wouldn’t have done it”, and sure, maybe he wouldn’t have - but that’s Clark saying it based on the Batman he knows about, Batman who doesn’t kill, and who was - how shall I phrase this - impressively fucked up in the head back then. (I think? Haven’t watched that movie.)

Imagine how much worse that feels to that Bruce, who knows how well prepared he was AND knows he’s 100% capable of looking a person in the eye and killing them, even when they’re not a threat to him, personally, and when he hasn’t spent who knows how long mentally dehumanising them, maybe, too?

(Or imagine Clark, years later, learning about all of this and realising - oh, fuck, he WOULD probably have killed me. And it’s weird - they’re past this, and he knew, in the abstract, that Bruce might’ve, but. It’s different, knowing your best friend today might’ve killed you back then, or knowing the best friend you trust with your life every day is a trained assassin and the only reason his well-researched plan to murder you didn’t succeed is basically chance.)

(That one also has a nice potential for Bruce feeling awkward or guilty because he assumes Clark will be disgusted or scared or shocked, but Clark isn’t. Neither of them communicate on account of that would end the story immediately.)

That's a good point. I don't think there's a lot of evidence at least on screen during BVS that Bruce has never killed before or is uncomfortable with the idea of killing. That decision obviously got a lot of flak from people who insisted Batfleck was completely OOC, but it's an interesting thing to think about. The "Killed with the LoA" hc makes a lot of sense in BVS, actually. He has a rule and he breaks it, or comes close to breaking it, and it seems natural because the rule is in place for a reason, not as some nebulous moral stand. It's literally bathed in blood.

What saved Clark from being killed, as we see, is that Bruce remembers his humanity, his connection to his own family, and pulls back. But we don't see him hesitate before that moment. He's fine with hunting Clark down as long as he doesn't view him as fully human or fully deserving of humanity. That's a very interesting schema to view people through/by -- it absolutely sounds like something the LoA would teach. That people who do evil, who commit atrocities are no longer deserving of life or mercy. And that taking them out isn't the same as killing someone innocent.

[the-newguy7]

feeling cute, might date someone’s evil ex

(ooc: main/art account @that-weirdmango2 )

[intern-ko]

*they put the headphones back on, giving her a thumbs up*

@doctor-hydro-s-waterbottle @intern-ko

Ok, I am giving you both these harmony recordings and earphones to listen with. There are 6 combinations that caused some mind altering effects, while individual tones each induced a distinct emotional state. If you feel or are thinking anything out of the ordinary, please let me know. I have removed everything sharp or potentially dangerous from reach within my lab for this. If it is too much and you signal me or if I deem either of you are in danger, I will be stopping the recordings at that exact moment. (ooc: also these can be your own posts in the ESC community if reblogging here will be too chaotic to tell the stories you want to share through this.)