#also the roommate died??

[jennifersbod]

a scion tc going 100 miles an hour drinking game

[methoughtsphantom]

Jason “my family doesn’t know im alive” Todd and Danny “my family doesn’t know I’m dead” Fenton going alongside each of their plans my beloved. like Danny will absolutely go head-to-head with all of Gotham to support his new best friend on all his crime lord endeavors while he drags Jason to also attend collage with him. They are roommates and there never seems to a mention of family from either side. It’s an unspoken understanding they have. They met because Crime alley as a ghost lair thrummed with so much loneliness, it was at first the perfect place for Danny to hide his ecto signature in. But then he saw the dumbass whose lair it was lean his motorcycle just a tad too much when making a sharp turn to an alley, he sweeped the floor through a lifted chain link that passed his body but not his helmet. Yep that’s right the red thing got stuck. Danny who at the moment happened to be watching through his window snorted. Much to his horror because if not a ghost that dude could’ve gotten his head flung off.

Still, the scene was ridiculous.

On a whim he irrationally sees the police closing in on the guy and panicked at the thought of the guy using intangibility to free himself so Danny phased them both through his apartment wall and left the guy sprawled in his couch. Jason didn’t freak out but that’s normal when one’s got a concussion, one the guy immediately denied having as Danny laid out the medical supplies. The idiot proceeded to almost flatten four steps to the door with his stubbornness. He also said “I’m asexual” in the most deadpan voice as Danny dropped him back in the couch.

Danny sighed. Clearly though, he’d done so too early in the night because the guy kept trying to go, kept trying to knock Danny out, kept trying to slash him with knifes Danny didn’t know he had stashed. He’d only disarmed the guy from his guns. The visible ones apparently, cause at one point the guy did take out a gun and shoot until the ammo ran out and then teetered the thing like it was an art prop and hit his moon lamp.

Danny "yeah you aren’t officially my friend until you’ve tried to kill me" fenton my guys.

Anyways both keep having the same argument over if Danny technically kidnapped Jason or not. Danny holds the fact that the police at least didn’t see the guy make the ridicule. Jason argued that happened cause he was sporting a concussion. Danny argued he got that after.

Jason at first thinks the guy's a meta, but no. Danny introduces himself, sheepily now that he recognizes this is who the lair he invaded is from. He bandages him and tries to cook for him. If Danny didn’t have ice powers he most certainly would’ve burned the apartment. Jason then proceeds to kick him out of his own kitchen and make them both enchiladas. It’s the most normal both had in a while with another person and the air seems oddly settled. From then on, Jason constantly invited himself over, under the pretense that this was his territory and therefore he could drop in unannounced. Danny who has actual powers says he only allows this because Jason cooks very well.

Danny stays away from the crime fighting business unless his buddy is in deep shit he can’t get himself out. Also it’s Danny’s turn to cover for his vigilante friend which Sam and Tucker give him so much shit for. (but also advice)

And they were roommates. (omg) Danny effectively derails Jason’s big comeback plans by casually dropping ghost lore every two days. Like,

Jason, talking about how he doesn’t want Bats snooping on his territory:

Danny: Just don’t let them in

Jason: ??

Danny: yeah!! Hasn’t Batman died and got revived??? You can totally kick out death touched people you don’t want entering on your lair.

Jason: …I can?

Danny: Yep dude, your lair’s supposed to feel safe.

Jason: wait does that mean I can kick you out?

Danny: First this is my apartment. Second, im dead, not dead touched. Third, it’s too late to get rid of me. bitch.

Anyways Jason is super excited. You mean to tell him he can actually deny people over to his territory haunt?? (Yes it’s only to people who have died and came back but still!! The sample size is exactly the type of people he doesn’t want to see—!)

Joker my beloathed can’t step foot in Crime Alley.

(Jason’d feel a lot safer if the clown was dead but the possibility of his murderer turning into a ghost and their little loophole not applying on the clown is too scary to contemplate.)

Anyways, Jason loves experimenting with the power. It can go from simply making people shudder and not want to enter crime Alley to straight up not letting them enter like there’s an invisible wall blocking the way.

Jason because he’s hurt that Bruce never even patrols Crime Alley and also because he’s petty put B under the category of “invisible wall” blacklist. His reasoning is that the man doesn’t even attempt to enter Crime Alley. To him it’s surely just a place shadowed in tragedy. (anyways that’s it’s the place he met Jason)

Ironically, Jason totally forgets that Batman does venture into Crime Alley one day in the whole year. The day he met Jason.

Okay. He didn’t forget at first. The first year Jason remembers cause it was only a few months till then but then the next— Jason forgets that today’s the anniversary of the day’s Bruce’s parents died. He forgets to allow B in when he feels a slight tug and dismiss the feeling that prompts Bruce to investigate because he literally can’t enter Crime Alley. He starts the trialsTM, he scouts on the very edge and sees people the whole day enter and get out and cross with no problem but Bruce can’t.

It’s literally just Bruce.

Time to call Constantine, i guess.

[shima-draws]

I’ve watched FMAB a thousand times but Greed’s death STILL gets me every fucking time. 1. Him realizing that Ling is going to get hurt and possibly killed by Father if Greed doesn’t leave his body, 2. Greed coming to terms with the fact that he’s definitely going to get killed by Father but he’s willing to make the sacrifice for Ling, and 3. Greed discovering that what he wanted was what he had the entire time, and that was true friends who would stick with him through thick and thin, who would share the same experiences and failures and triumphs and still love him despite his homunculus status. I’m so.

Also I’m SO pissed at the fact that Pride got to live but Greed didn’t. In my brain I kept saying “Well yeah I guess it makes sense for all of the homunculi to die bc they came from Father and HE has to die” but then I remembered that Pride LIVES and that makes me so salty. Out of all the homunculi Greed deserved to live the MOST AND I JUST. FUCKIGN.

[aibouart]

uurgg... red.........

WOOGOGOGOG red.......... (left is actually Pangaea)

i have no coherent thoughts but want to share him. i am thinking much about him and spinning him in his my minds eye.

what if u had a boyfriend and he was so full of angst secretly.............

but he always looks at u like this.......

HRHEHRHE

ok im done making this post long. wish i had a coherent backstory to at least dump about but in their universe, every AU is canon at the same time, and that's a lot of AUs JKBSDJKFJKDS

i kinda wanna make a blog where all my OCs ever are askable, not like it'd have a direction it'd just be one of those things to mess with if you wanted to see how they'd react, but honestly atp may as well do that here (or my personal).

[skunkes]

2 moods

[velveteencosmocrat]

SWOLE MERASMUS

[storygremlin]

The reveal of Zym’s voice had me CACKLING

[nether-moth]

Jackson Graduated from the F. T. O program only a month before his death

[raddestrose]

Whooo I’m mad stressin about round seven

But I do know that the bass will be FUNKY

[joysmercer]

There is no version of this story where they live.

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The obituary arrives at 4pm on a Sunday.

Fabian should have known something was amiss, then. They rarely get paper mail anymore, and when they do, it's almost always with the morning post, on a weekday.

It's a nondescript white envelope, addressed in neat print to an "F. Rutter" with a return address from a place he doesn't recognize. He would have thought it an oddly-plain holiday card, or something, had there not been an identical envelope—this time addressed to his wife—that arrived along with it.

Fabian calls for her, urgently. There is only one reason they would be receiving identical mail sent to each separately. While he wants to read it alone, first, he doesn't want to be alone with it for longer than he needs to.

Grief, even if premature, is odd like that.

There's a check inside, for an amount he had argued against for nearly the entirety of his last visit ("shift," Nina had called them; she never believed that the rota was set up for any reason other than duty, despite their insistence on the contrary). He thought it was overly dramatic, even for her.

There are very few times he has been wrong. This is by far the worst of the lot.

The obituary itself isn't particularly effusive. A short column in the New York Times, it focuses largely on her success in the film industry, noting that should she win an Oscar for Touchstone next month, she would become one of just three to earn such a prize four times in a row—and the youngest to do so posthumously.

He scans the column fervently, looking for a sign—any sign—of why. But there is nothing, not even a "currently under investigation" or a "found unresponsive" or a "cause is undetermined." The passing of a twenty-six-year-old groundbreaking screenwriter who was, by all accounts, happy and secure (and famously sober) is, apparently, not something of concern to the general public.

It feels cold to Fabian, like the person he knew and loved—still loves—had been scrubbed clean, reduced to a generic blurb that could be applied to anyone if you switch the names and pronouns out.

But then again, knowing Nina, she would not have wanted a gushing tribute to be posted publicly for the world to see. She hated being the center of attention, always terrified that the wrong move would unwind the web she had carefully built around her—and as a result, all of them—over the years. I already know that the people who know me well enough to love me do love me. They wouldn't have stuck around otherwise, she had told him once, the night of her first Oscars ceremony.

He shivers now, remembering the way she had bumped their shoulders playfully when she said this, their glasses rattling so hard that her water almost spilled into his champagne. Yes, she it would have been very much like her to specifically request an obituary like this.

One look at the author would confirm this: TK Stall, Pulitzer Prize-winning investigative journalist—and a pseudonym for one of two people who aren't on the aforementioned rota by virtue of the fact that they already live nearby.

(It's worth noting that Nina's long-term "roommate"—the second of the two—and Ms. "Stall"'s best friend are the heads of a world-renowned styling & publicity agency and an elite PR firm, respectively. That, too, is not a coincidence.)

Patricia appears, finally, sprinting to the kitchen island and peering over his shoulder. "Sorry, sorry, Milla was throwing a—oh my god."

She snatches the paper out of his hand and proceeds to do the same thing he had done, just moments prior, running her fingers over every inch of it as if the details were hidden there in braille.

It takes a full minute of this before, it seems, reality finally sinks in. She clamps a hand over her mouth, the other dropping onto his shoulder—though for whose comfort, he cannot tell.

"I shouldn't have delayed," Fabian mutters, voicing the thought that had been rattling around his brain from the moment he realized what the envelope contained. "Last month. It was my turn, remember? But then the grant, and the storm had only just subsided, so we thought there would be a few months of—I should have realized—"

The grip on his shoulder tightens. And then, softly—"There is no version of this story where they live."

it's the same thing he had told her, all those years ago. It feels like a slap in the face, now.

It was different for Eddie, Fabian thinks, almost angrily. That was always his destiny. This? This was random; it didn't have to be her.

Patricia wraps her arms around him with a rare softness. As if reading his mind, she whispers, "She was the Paragon. She was always bound to the will of the spirits. Her dea—she was always going to go by their will." She cups his cheek with both hands, willing him to face her. "it's not your fault, love. It's. Not. Your. Fault."

She presses their foreheads together, almost forcefully. He lets his eyes flutter shut, lets her kiss away the tears running down his cheek, lets her hold him close, because he cannot hold himself up any longer.

She's right. But that doesn't make the guilt go away.

It never will.

[sophistired18]

Randomly remembering old au's that I never wrote down is like reuniting with an old lover that I have to cling on to before they disappear again..

[pepprs]

ok. im going to make this post but i REALLY shouldn’t but i just am so devastated rn and need to not be alone in it and you guys are the only people i can talk to candidly about moving stuff rn for a lot of reasons. the reason im crying rn is because i just found out i made a massive error in my budget and it turns out that my net pay is barely over minimum wage and i cannot afford to live by myself. at all. unless i live off of savings in addition to income but even then that’s only going to help me for a couple months and anyway it’s extremely unwise bc i should save that money for getting a car etc etc. this is not entirely a bad thing because a) at least i can afford to… you know… live. and b) living with roommates will not be bad especially if i live with friends and/or strangers i come to be friends with. it’s just i really… i don’t know i just feel so sick to my stomach. it’s just that recent events have made it so clear to me that i need to teach myself how to live independently before i can live with other people (let alone function in the world, heal from trauma, etc.) healthily. i know it so deeply. and it can’t happen for me. this is confirmation. this is confirmation and there’s nothing that can change it. rent is too high (even for shitty apartments in the area which let’s be real most of them are… it’s too high!) and over half of my income is going to taxes and deductions and bills and student loans. i feel so hopeless

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

So obsessed with your Peter Parker roommates concept. What do MCU Foggy and Karen think of the whole situation? How much of this has Matt actually deigned to tell them? How much did he let them just figure it out when Definitely Not Bucky Barnes showed up and told them he was their secretary?

They find out before Matt, actually.

MCU Matt gets outed as Daredevil and is being held without bail awaiting trial. The thing is that he got arrested as Matt Murdock, not in the suit, but there evidence is pretty damning. Like, there’s a photograph pretty clearly showing his face, his DNA matches blood left behind the scene by Daredevil in the past, that kind of thing. Frank had to get himself arrested and declare the attorney who once represented him his bitch to keep him from getting 1) murdered in prison or 2) having to defend himself and really solidify the fact for everyone that he’s definitely, without a doubt, Daredevil, which is a solution that absolutely everyone hates. Basically the only card they have to play is the “this man is fully blind, no light perception” card, but even then, Karen and Foggy both know that the judge is going to grant the motion to have him tested for enhancement any day now and their ship is sinking fast. They’ll probably be arrested and charged as accomplices any day now and don’t have any real hope for making it out the other side of this.

And then Spider-Man shows up.

They don’t know Spider-Man. They don’t trust Spider-Man. Spider-Man has spent the last three months very heavily hinting that he knew Daredevils secret identity, which is a fact they’re very sensitive about now. All of a sudden, he shows up in their current base of operations insisting he has a way to save Matt, which is a penthouse apartment Elektra left to matt that no one should know exists. And foggy and Karen are like “no. Fuck off. Don’t want your help don’t trust your help. For all we know you’re how they found out about Matt.” It’s very tense. Karen’s got a fucking gun pointed at him.

And then Spider-Man takes off his mask.

And he’s just some fucking kid.

He tells him that there is absolutely no one in this world that knows his face anymore. He lost everyone the last time someone saw his face. It’s just them now. They can destroy him, do they understand? They can destroy him, so they can trust him, because he needs to fucking save Matt, and he has a way. He has a way for Matt to walk out of this with his name free and clear and everyone else convinced that someone else is daredevil.

And both of them are still processing the fact that Spider-Man was apparently fucking seventeen all along when he’s been doing this for like, an entire presidential term, but are like “okay, fine. How?” Because the photos got leaked with his face in daredevils suit and that’s pretty fucking convincing, and they have DNA.

But they don’t have fingerprints. And there’s an explanation as to how someone could look the same and have the same DNA while still being an entirely different person.

You can come in now, by the way.

And then Matt Murdock walks into the room.

This, explains Peter, is Matthew Michael Murdock. He was born in Hell’s Kitchen to Jack and Margaret Murdock, where he currently runs a law practice. He graduated from Columbia Law School, summa cum laude. And for the past seven years, he has been active as the vigilante Daredevil.

And he’s willing to stand in as Matt Murdock’s identical twin brother, and he’s already started on manufacturing the story as to where all record of him went. He looks the part. And, more importantly, he can play the part. Very few people can fight and move like daredevil, except for another Daredevil.

It would be easier to show them than to explain.

All Spider-Men can pull people along with them in a multiverse jump, which Peter does to prove how this is all possible. So they meet Peter B’s Matt, Foggy, and Karen first, and they actually know about it all for a long time before Matt (because they cannot get on a fucking recorded and monitored prison line and tell him don’t worry, an alternate version of him is going to pretend he’s his scoundrel twin brother).

The “Saving Matt” arc in the story is a very long one (and one of my favorites) that I won’t go into detail about here because it’s not relevant to the question but some brief highlights:

Mr. Murdock kept insisting that he go by Mike Murdock and foggy was like “what parents on the planet would name their twins Matthew Michael Murdock and Michael Matthew Murdock” and vetoing it and then when they finally get him into court Matt, in an act of stunning theatre kid improv, says “Mike you bastard” and they’re stuck with him being Mike Murdock. Foggy does not know why all versions of Matt are the same kind of stupid.

Mr. Murdock refuses to help simply on the basis that Matt’s also him, because all versions of Matt Murdock instinctively hate each other. The self-loathing is that strong. Pete is footing the bill of his assistance, however (the bill is causing an international scandal large enough to make sure that the fucking Avengers never bother him ever again)

There’s two separate heists that happen in this arc, one which deals in Pete heisting Stark Industries to make a lens that gives the appearance that “Mike” has reactive pupils (because they cannot fucking have Mike be blind too. Okay. They cannot. Everyone knows that only Matt Murdock was hit by that chemical truck. The only reason why they think they have a shot at getting Matt through this is playing the blind card so fucking hard and then handing them someone who could do it all unenhanced). The other heist involves an MRI machine and multiversal copies of Christine Palmer and a completely uninvolved blind man because the court approves the motion for matt to be tested for enhancement and they have to fake his results

Part of the extraction plan for “Mike” involves Peter B slipping in using Pete’s press pass and it only works because Pete’s JJJ cannot tell the different versions of Peter Parker apart. There’s no cosmic reason, he’s just an asshole.

Half of Hell’s Kitchen lies about totally remembering Mike Murdock, little Matty’s scoundrel twin brother, because they both love Daredevil and love Matt Murdock and will absolutely make shit up to protect him. Yeah, that little shit Mike, he was always up to something, not like that Matt tho. Matt’s a dependable local hero. By the end of the day after they kickstart the lie you could enter any place in Hell’s Kitchen and have a half decent shot of meeting someone who would swear on their dear sweet GamGam’s soul (God rest her) that not only did they know Mikey Murdock, but that that fucker owed them money.

After Matt gets the charges dropped he’s still unfortunately well known from the mess and starts wearing “I’m Not Daredevil” shirts to whip out whenever paparazzi come near him.

Overall, Foggy and Karen are huge fans of the situation in general. This is actually their favorite thing that has ever happened since Matt became daredevil. They simply adore Pete with their whole heart because he swooped in during their darkest hour and saved Matt. They also both separately thought that no one could ever understand the beleaguered depths of Being Them, until they met themselves. They keep asking the Spider-Men to give them rides to other universes so that they can get brunch at the hottest locales in the other universe with their alternative selves.

It is briefly awkward because they saw Mr. Murdock and his Karen holding hands first and assumed that Peter B’s universe was just the weirdly straight universe and then they find out that not only have all three of them been dating for years but they’re at the point where Karen and Foggy are quietly yearning for children and Matt’s trying to find durable orphans in a profoundly misguided attempt to make them happy. It’s existentially weird when you find out that another version of yourself is fucking someone you’re just friends with, which is, in part, why the Peters had an agreement around who they were not allowed to date. It’s hard to explain. As much as you tell yourself that they’re entirely autonomous and very different people whose relationship together does not reflect on your relationship with your version of them, it causes an extremely unique and inexplicable metaphysical discomfort. Which is, in part, why Pete’s response to Peter P’s MJ actually being a Matt Murdock was to pack up his little hobo sack and take to the streets. When MCU!Matt found out that Peter P was with an alternate version of himself, he had like thirty seconds where he was trying to be rational and be like “this doesn’t change anything between us they’re different people it shouldn’t matter at all” and then had to leave the room entirely. It was just

Matt, in existential disquiet: it’s really nothing that could make things weird between us, I—actually foggy could you take over for a second I need to do something really quick

Foggy: Pete really they’re completely different people. They’ve had pretty distinct lives from yours even if there are commonalities, they’re the same age as each other and different ages than both of you—fuck, Red doesn’t even look identical to Matt and Peter P doesn’t look identical to you

Matt, from the other room: OH MY GOD

Foggy: … this is no reason to be embarrassed and no reason to feel weird

Matt: OH MY GOD

As for Bucky, they actually adore him too. He’s a super soldier who has kill bill sirens go off every time Matt does something terminally stupid and grabs him by the scruff of the neck like an angry kitten. It’s so good for Matt’s health and, by extension, their health. This is the most zen they’ve ever been.

[curseofdelos]

Take a Chance, Roll the Dice (3/3)

Relationships: Nico & Bianca, Nico & Hazel, Nico/Will (Solangelo), Nico & Percy Word Count: 31k (across three chapters) Summary: By the time everyone had gathered around the table, Nico was buzzing with excitement. His character sheet and notebook were neatly laid out in front of him, and his D&D Player’s Handbook was tucked away in his bag in case he needed it (he wouldn’t, he had it memorised back to front). Bianca didn’t have any dice, so Nico was sharing his collapsible dice tray with her, and set it between them for easy access. His fancy obsidian dice were neatly lined up along one side, and the glittery green acrylic set he loaned Bianca was lined up on the other.  Percy was idly stacking his blue d6s opposite Nico while Grover was organising his spell cards next to him. Thalia was at the other head of the table - opposite Annabeth, and between Grover and Bianca - doodling in the margins of her character sheet.  “Okay,” Annabeth said to grab their attention, and Nico couldn’t stop smiling even if he wanted to. “Let’s start by introducing our characters.” ------- An exploration of Nico’s relationships through games of D&D. Written for “Day 25 - D&D” of @solangeloweek's Auctober event.

Read on Ao3 [LINK]

[evorathesylvurr]

throwing fandom characters into death road to canada is so funny.

i made some genshin characters a couple years back (kujou sara & diluc) as well as some of my lobcorp ocs (one of my flowerfield floors) and a pokemon oc (and a random oc of mine named daphne???) as well as homura. theres also my completely original dr2c oc named rebecca. Also slugcats from rain world.

last night, me and my roommate made the sinners + charon & vergilius + angela & roland

the most recent run (roommate is not an active player in this run):

me and roommate (hereon out going to be called pancake) started driving

we recruit gourmand

me, pancake, gourmand refuse monk, recruit rebecca (monk has bad traits & rebecca is actually really good)

i proceed to die to explosion in a gas station

ishmael shows up. we recruit her because yeah.

seige at a yallmart kills pancake, ishmael, and gourmand in that order

we're out of food a this point

hong lu shows up and he has the gun nut perk becuase i did not have any better perks for him LMAO

rebecca and hong lu are fighting because they are starving. rebecca kicks hong lu out and steals all his shit. roommate and i agree that hong lu might be able to survive by the zombies not realizing he has a brain.

rebecca robbed a resturant called Boiled Potatos for all of its food. car broke down. rebecca raided a tourist trap for food and a car. please be aware she is on 1 hp. i have no medical supplies.

rebecca finds rodya at a random camp and recruits her. rebecca then gets her dna zapped because why not. rodya has what i believe to be the worst perk (friend of dog) at this point [i love the dogs in this game, theyre really good, but this trait makes EVERY possible human a dog and i am playing familiar faces mode for a reason. i wish i could toggle perk stars tbh]

rodya and rebecca (aka I, the player) discover how busted guns are in a siege. i will remember this. hong lu may have saved the run.

the car breaks for a third time (not enough gasoline)

rodya suggests making moltovs which. feels in character tbh.

we recruit a doggo.

rodya tries to reason with a mob trying to kill the group but it doesnt go well and she gets hurt :(

we lose the car. again.

we find dog car. dogs are SO good when you need to go fast. they speedy :3

doggo and rebecca die trying to rescue some random guy. rodya was still at the car so she survives. random guy does some first aid. she is now soloing the road to canada. where is her bug husband and sad son.

we lose yet another car.

random dog shows up. i take the dog because at worst we get a supertrained dog and no rodya.

we find another car. is this a bad time to mention that irl idk how to drive and so its really funny how often i lose the cars in this game?

the dog gives up. rodya is alone again. girl please you have 1 day left. girl live for your maybe dead bug husband and your probably dead sad son.

diluc shows up at the final trader camp. this feels in character.

and the run ends to the seige right before the canadian border :( rip to rodya and diluc (i was built different [i was already dead])

[mugzymiik]

Pyrite was meant to be a Gold kinsona what the FUCK happened (he got lore)