#(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 😔

[marymycete]

hi hello I hope everyone's doing as okay as they can be right now and staying safe ♡ — I wanted to drop in OOC quickly and say while I don't intend on abandoning rosemary, I am going to start leaning hard into the ' I write when I want ' and the ' I made this account to write with friends ' parts of my rules. I've had some off - putting interactions that have led to me feeling pretty unwelcome over here which in turn has killed my desire to write in a public space, and I'd just rather put my energy into my life offline for the time being

[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

[the-mocking-robin]

I have wild, unrealistic fantasies of making a fanfic series called Universe 989, in which I basically rewrite the DC universe to my liking. Maybe even outright ignore most of canon.

Anyway, thoughts of Bruce using all his money to bribe people into playing nice. Uses his money to solve every god damn problem that could be solved in a corrupt system, and then uses Batman to scare the rest into cooperating.

And then, when Gotham seems to reluctantly settle into lawfulness...

The court of owls comes to him offering a place at their table.

And you know what?

He takes it.

What better way to end corruption in Gotham than at the source of it all?

[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.))

[ratazom]

I'm planning to use my magic to travel back to a point in time between George Bailey's suicide attempt and that idiot angel's arrival to give George a hallucinatory vision of my own invention. Then he'll know that the smart thing to do would be to invest in Potter's bank etc. and beat him at his own game and push him out. That sissy needs to pull himself up by his bootstraps.

[corruptedsilence]

its wild to think that resident evil 8 isn’t even 2 years old it feels like it came out like years ago

[kingyo-no-ha]

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[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 ♡

[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))

[pyrodolls]

yandere! re2 leon kennedy x reader

✰ warnings: stalking, sub leon, slightly nsfw but not smut, leon is a creepy masochist, kidnapping, no use of y/n or name, gender neutral reader, not proofread bc it's 2 am for me rn

✰ summary: you were never very close to leon, but you harbored some feelings for him. but your entire view on him changes when you get invited to his place and you find out how he truly feels about you...

✰ a/n: remember when i used to be a havik account? good times. also i still *only* take reqs for mk1 characters. ik i wrote genshin and now i'm writing resident evil, but i am not entirely comfortable with taking reqs for them yet soooo here's me just dipping my toes into the waters of those fandoms. still sticking to mk1 tho. for now. also it's been a hot minute since i played re2 so if it's ooc i apologize.

leon thought you looked so pretty in your sleep. you looked completely peaceful and unbothered. your bedsheets covered your entire body except for your ethereal face, which he could stare at all day. the moon provided a dim glow through your window, giving leon a clear view of your entire bedroom while you slept. sure it may be creepy or a bit stalker-ish of leon to watch you sleep, but he couldn't help it! you were just so irresistible. if only you knew how much he loved you, and how he was capable of protecting and providing for you. he has the potential to be the best boyfriend to you. but you didn't even know him that well, and he was fully aware of that fact. so that's why he suddenly got an idea while he watched you sleep that night. it was a brilliant idea. he could invite you to his place and gain your trust! leon didn't want to waste any time, so he would immediately ask you first thing in the morning.

when you woke up that morning, you got a call from leon a few minutes after you got out of bed.

"i know it's a bit early in the morning, i hope you weren't sleeping... if so, i'm really sorry. i mean, i didn't know when to call you because i didn't want to bother you but at the same time i just really wanted to ask you something." leon rambled.

"no worries, leon. you could never bother me. besides, i just got out of bed. this was so perfectly timed, it's almost as if you memorized my sleep schedule." you joked.

"oh, yeah, that's crazy. imagine that," leon chuckled nervously. "um, anyway, i was just thinking... would you like to come over to my place later? i just thought that we know each other a little bit, but i'd like to get to know you more, since i think you're pretty cool and stuff, so, uh, yeah..." he trailed off, waiting for an answer.

upon hearing his proposal, you lit up in excitement. you always thought he was cute and wanted to get to know him, but you were too nervous to make the first move. this was a great opportunity.

leon was nervously fiddling with his fingers as he waited for your response. the longer you took to respond, the more his anxiety grew. he could feel the sweat forming on his skin and his chest tighten. what if you weren't interested in him in that way? was he being too forward? were you too busy?

you took a deep breath before you finally responded, mustering up the courage to say something. "i'll visit in a couple hours. i'll see you then, leon." you responded quickly, hanging up the phone and getting ready to see him.

leon's heart almost jumped out of his chest when you finally responded. he dropped his phone and immediately got to work, cleaning his place and hiding the pictures of you sleeping and your old clothes in a box under his couch.

he worked very hard to tidy everything up, wanting it to be perfect for you. only the best for you.

when he finished cleaning, he sat on the floor in front of his door like a puppy waiting for its owner. he patiently waited for you to knock on the door and come in, even though it would be a couple more hours until you arrived.

after a few hours of leon not moving a single inch, you finally arrived. as soon as your knuckles grazed the door to knock, leon swung it open with superhuman speed.

"thanks for coming! i hope the weather wasn't too harsh on you." leon greeted, stepping aside to let you in. he didn't actually know if the weather was harsh or not, he just said the first thing that came to his mind to start a conversation with you.

"thanks... and uh, the weather isn't bad at all. it's just a bit windy." you responded, awkwardly standing by the door.

leon was trying his hardest to act calm, but his heart was racing and he could feel his palms getting sweatier and sweatier. you were standing right next to him! and you were alone together! he could've just died right then and there. instead of watching you through your window, you're right in front of him! instead of breaking into your house and stealing and sniffing your clothes, he can just smell you right by him! he was in heaven.

for a couple hours, you both spent time together by watching movies and chatting, getting to know each other more and more. leon even ordered dinner for you both, and somehow he got your favorite food, and he claimed it was just intuition. it didn't even feel like hours had passed, since you were both enjoying yourselves.

"so, uh, do you like this movie?" leon awkwardly spoke up, as you both sat on the couch in front of his tv. you simply smiled and nodded, too tired to respond. it was a random film that you weren't familiar with, and you watched it in silence next to him. you were both clearly tired after that long day, but leon didn't want you to leave just yet. so he started awkwardly starting new conversations or asking you questions, hoping to keep your attention on him. he loved the amount of attention you already gave him that day, and he was still giddy that you agreed to visit him in the first place. all he needs to stay happy is for you to look at him. but you were literally sitting on his couch and spending time with him, and it just made him so overwhelmed with joy. it gave him hope that you could work as a couple someday, and you would never know about his unorthodox antics to get to this point.

or at least that's what he thought.

at some point, leon excused himself to the restroom and left you boredly swinging your legs back and forth on the couch. but you felt your leg kick something hard underneath the couch. when you decided to investigate, you found a hidden box. curious as to why it was hidden, you decided to open it and look inside.

big mistake.

you found some old clothes and underwear that you thought you lost, pieces of your hair, various pictures of you sleeping, a few grocery lists and paperwork that you thought you threw away, and even pages ripped out of leon's journal describing his dark fantasies of you. some of it had some mysterious white stains on it. it was disgusting, and it made you sick to look through it. you thought leon was just a cute sweetheart, but it turned out he was a stalker and a creep. you were so shocked, that you didn't know what to do. should you run? call someone? but it was unsafe, because he clearly knew your address and a lot of your personal information. you had no idea what to do, so you stayed frozen in shock.

when leon returned, he saw the horrified look on your face and saw the box in your hands. his heart dropped. you knew his secret.

"shit. oh my god, uh, it's not what you think. i swear, i just, uh, fuck..." leon stammered, dropping down to his knees in shame.

"what the fuck is this? how long have you been stalking me, you fucking creep?" you yelled, standing over his shaking form.

"haah.. i... uh.." leon seemed to be breathing weirdly, and you weren't sure if it was out of anxiety or pleasure.

"and this," you picked up one of the pages from his journal and waved it in front of his face. "what the fuck is this? you are so fucked up... are you in love with me or something? or is it just some weird ass sexual obsession?"

"i.. i do love you! of course i do! this isn't how i wanted you to find out, but i really do love you! please don't take it the wrong way. i don't want to hurt you, i just want to be with you. i want to feel you and- and spend every waking moment of my life with you.. please don't hate me." leon begged, grasping onto your leg pathetically.

"you're sick in the head. and you're nothing but a pathetic stalker." you scoffed. all the trust and affection you had for him went out the window after you opened that box. there was no way he can get your trust back. hell, you were willing to cut contact with him and move to another country at that point.

"fuck... okay, maybe i am.. but, uh... shit." leon struggled to get his words out, as he felt aroused by your degradation. he never thought it would feel so good to have you yell at him. he could barely even speak, it just felt euphoric for you to scold him for his actions. you expected him to panic, but he seemed to have mixed feelings about the situation. he was still horrified that you discovered his dirty secret, but he had stars in his eyes the more you screamed at him.

"oh my god... you're a masochistic freak, huh? you like it when i yell at you? god, you're so fucked up." you spat, grabbing his collar and lifting him up to your level.

leon whimpered at the sudden contact, not responding to your degredation and simply squirming at your touch.

you sighed. "are you going to explain yourself? or are you just going to keep babbling nonsense?"

after getting no response, you dropped him and started to grab your things and leave.

"i.. i love you so much!" leon blurted out. "please don't leave! i promise, i can make it up to you! i'll do whatever you want! i can uh... i can provide for you! you won't have to lift a single finger for the rest of your life! and uh... i can cook and clean! sort of. i'll learn how to take care of you. i'll show you that i can be a good boyfriend if you let me! please, just love me! i did all these things for you and i promise i will stop if you want me to! please, don't leave."

leon stood in front of the door and desperately held you in place, not wanting to let you leave.

if you chose to stay, leon would be overjoyed. he would keep his promise and make it up to you, spending the rest of his life protecting you from harm and doing anything to keep you happy. your well-being is his number one priority, he'd make himself look like a fool if it meant getting a smile out of you. just let him love you. you don't need to give him anything in return!

if you chose to leave, leon would be a sobbing, sulking mess for about an hour or two before he decided on what to do. he still had all of your information. he knew pretty much everything about you. he would probably do something to force you into being with him, such as faking your death and kidnapping you. you have nobody else now. you have to be with leon now. he is the only one that still loves you and will keep you happy. even if you're mad at him now, he has hope that someday you will warm up to him and be willing to have a relationship with him. he'll wait patiently for that day to come.

[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.