#and then he goes off to be a detective

[elegyofthemoon]

love getting backstory stuff about my ocs out of complete nowhere. yes this is canon no im not explaining why

[edwinisms]

i get such a sense of primal envy when looking at edwin’s clothes up close because god you can just tell his coat is real wool and made to last and not cheap flimsy mass produced garbage and auggagghhhh that was just STANDARD in his time. by no means am i saying i was #borninthewronggeneration because i like having vaccines and household appliances but. man. to have a personally-tailored coat like that that’d last for years and years……. and fabrics of fine thread-dense quality………. if only

[suguwu]

tempted to write a series of little drabbles of black widow reader trying and failing to kill gojo

[faunandfloraas]

I didnt find that felix call but this ^^ is equally funny to me

[anonymousbathtub]

Some character designs I created for my uni course last year as part of a “trope smashing” brief! I really enjoyed how these guys turned out - I see them as a private investigative pair in a fantasy victorian-esque setting, with perhaps some sci-fi elements. And yes, they’re husbands.

(silly doodle under cut)

[pureconancommentary]

Let him call, because again, Agasa was the one who set up this secret, he should be the one defending it. Again, the parent shows up out of the blue here, but I kinda wish they didn't. Because Shinichi's the protagonist, he has to deal with everything in the end, but I want Agasa to be confronted. Have him make up more lies. Bring in the parents slower, have them contact Kogoro to arrange for Conan to stay long term and work out payment. Ran asks about the parents and Kogoro is like 'oh it's fine, they're covering his stay', and Conan's going '...? ???????'. Agasa denies having anything to do with it on Yuusaku's orders. Conan frets about it for a while and they actually see how he'd react to potential unknown danger. And then spring the 'kidnap him' trap to fully show him what could possibly happen.

But I guess just 'kidnap him and potentially give him a heart attack to prove that death is a real possibility' without any setup or warning is fine, too, sure.

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

just got my au roulette prompts! Some initial thoughts....

1. Mythology - no existing myths jump to mind, but it could be cool to have a wotr story about ascended Cecio where the au is Celia ascended with him, having it be a mythological retelling of their relationship

2. Detective - I think Celia and Co as a group of private detectives would be really fun, and a pretty stark role reversal. Would probably center on Cecio and Rametta as a duo, and it would be fun to have Elena be part of the case and helping with the detective work [the theft happened at one of her art shows or something like that, and they need to work againt the cops to clear her friends name as its a set up]

3. High Seas - also fun, especially if you put Cecio in the navy as a pirate hunter and celia and Co as pirates, all working together [or, more tragically, in the vein of their wotr relationship, cecio the navy officer bumps into celia the infamous pirate and they have to reconcile their very different lives]

Detective is particularly calling to me, and would probably be a gritty noir setting, something like Ramettas first case- ooh could make it a proper same story different world where celia tesoro and conficcare have just died and Rametta has become head of the private detective firm, and with Cecio and Elenas help must solve the murder, and complete the case that killed the others... could even bring in Dulce looking to avenge her brother... ohhhhh... well it seems the first au will be private detectives!!

[235uranium]

for a character to be "of all time" they need to have smth that distinguishes them from the usual archetype they fulfill in an insane as fuck way. they need to leave you reeling with their every life choice. and those choices are always in character which increases the degree of insanity.

[nii-chans-rabiddogs]

Game time!

No TWs as far as i'm aware :). Shorter than normal, but it's set a bit after Detective? so have fun (:

@cupcakes-and-pain @maracujatangerine

“Hey, how do you guys classify supervillains? Or normal villains? Cuz if criminals aren’t villains, but the only difference between them that i can see is that villains have some sort of power. Are supervillains just really, really strong villains? Or do they gotta have a mafia or something? What’s the requirements? And why am I classified as a villain, I haven’t done anything that bad. Is it because of my power? Wait, do you know what my power is? What’s your power? Can-”

“Kid, what. How in the fresh hell did you get up here. This- we’re on the ninth floor!”

Awh, she didn’t answer my questions. I wanted to ask again but my throat closed up so I scampered onto the bookshelves to poke at the plants up there. Skyrise tried grabbing at me, but she was a very bright, blaring orange like one of those hunting vests so I dropped back down to climb over the desk in the middle of the office instead. She was saying something about not being allowed up here, and asking who I was. I stared at her from behind the desk, while she called out to whoever was in the hall. I’ve always been allowed up here though, but normally it’s with Detective and I haveta wear normal clothes. 

I like my costume better, cuz it’s got dark blue on it, and a really bright blue too. My goggles are red though, so I don’t like them as much but the costume makers didn’t have any in blue at all, which was rude. Blue is the best color, obviously. 

“Ghost, stop distracting Sky. Sky, that’s Ghost. He’s a visitor, and the detective can vouch for him. If he doesn’t want to leave just give him the light blue switch, it’ll keep him entertained long enough for us to contact Detective Gunner.” Monsoon called, walking past the door with a box of something. 

Skyrise just kept staring at me, so I stared back while pushing a pile of papers towards the edge. There’s no reason they should be on the desk anyway, and it’s not like anyone will actually do it, either. Skyrise grumbled something I couldn’t understand before walking over and grabbing the pile before it reached the edge. I guess that’s one way to get rid of it, I suppose. She walked towards the filing cabinet that was next to the bookshelves and started digging through it. I perked up when she pulled out the switch, cuz that means I get to play Stardew Valley and eat chocolates all day.

She turned around and I lunged over the desk to stand in front of her, holding my hands out for the switch. It’s been three whole days since I last played, and I needed to visit Sebastian. He’ll be my friend whether he likes it or not. She jerked back like she got hit, before blinking and handing me my switch. Aw yeah, game time!

I sat down under the desk, and listened to Skyrise walk out muttering angrily about something and close the door. 

“Staaaaaar dew vaaaaaalley, du du du du du” I whispered to myself as the game loaded up and music started playing. I had to farm my stuffs and then go visit Sebastian, and maybe I’d mine enough ores for the blacksmith. I hummed a random tune as I started farming, and planned on spending the rest of the day playing. It’s not like I have anywhere to be, and they always call Detective so he won’t get mad at me for disappearing again.

[roboraindrop]

Him,,,, 💕

That's it. That's the post.

[dear-kumari]

The Pale Blue Eye pulls a pretty neat final twist that I've always wanted to see play out in a whodunnit, but unfortunately it also executes that twist in the lamest way possible

[undercooked-spaghetti]

It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me!

i’ll never understand people who can’t make fun of their faves a little. like yes i love this character and would defend them to my grave but also they’re stupid sometimes and they do dumb things and imma make fun of them for it

[aparticularbandit]

Debating having a second, parallel fic to dr1 end rewrite that's just. memories.

And then sometimes posting one of those instead of a main fic update to show what memories Kyoko's recovering as time goes on, while also giving a better look (albeit out of order) of stuff that happened prior to the Killing Game.

....

The first chapter would be the first all girls sleepover that Kyoko goes to. Because I think that's apt.

[miaowmelodie]

Imagine with me:

Batman made new suits to make all the batfam impossible to detect through any means because of a villain from the future with super advanced technology (possibly a future where the technology has been advanced through hybridization with alien technology or something).

What if the technology he uses for the suits make it so they're not only undetectable to the villain but to Superman too?

Like poor Clark could be just chilling with a book or something and out of the blue he stops hearing the heartbeats of the whole batfam?

He'd try to call them but since they need to be 100% undetectable the first thing they did was get rid of their phones.

It would be especially hilarious if when Bruce made the suits he didn't realize they were Clark-proof as well.

Like the day after he goes to the league's meeting that they'd planned and everyone's wearing black and mourning them while Clark's in front of a board with red string with pictures of all the villains that Batman's ever pissed off trying to understand who did it...and Bat's so confused.

[professorcalculusstanaccount]

An AU where Tintin is a crime lord, inspired by @jerseyhobby 's post here!

Detective Rastapopoulus is one of the most brilliant minds in his department. His talent has been long overlooked due to his status as an immigrant, but when a new teenage menace starts to stir up the streets, Rastapopoulus's knack for digging into the murky depths of the criminal underworld is called upon.

His target is only known by his alias, Tintin. At just seventeen he already has a few bank heists, smuggling operations and a chain of illegal clubs under his belt. He operates like a phantom, making himself hardly known. Those who have had business with him never recall him raising his voice, as he simply does not need to. Manners go a long way, and manners are an effective mask for the brutality required to maintain such an operation.

Few are confirmed to know him personally. He has his beloved dog, Snowy, who has a taste for expensive jewelry, and his right hand man, a pickpocket-turned jewel thief he met in Shanghai. Together they are unstoppable, nothing is outside their reach - and when the Karaboudjan, a large shipping vessel goes missing, along with its crew and captain, Rastapopoulus just knows they are involved. If only he can keep his temper and ego in check, he might just be able to finally put an end to Tintin's reign of chaos, and perhaps earn the recognition he so desperately craves.

I think an AU where Tintin uses his abilities for crime would be an interesting way to see how he's impacted people he's met, so for this take I have only inverted Tintin and Rastapopoulos - Haddock is still an honest man, but his vulnerability leaves him open to being manipulated. He becomes Tintin's equivalent to Allan Thompson, only this time motivated by fear for his life rather than money. Alcohol, threats and his rock-bottom self esteem keep him in line.

Calculus is scammed by Tintin for his inventions, leaving him feeling deeply betrayed as he is someone with strong morals. He vows revenge, his tunnel vision leading him down incredibly destructive paths. He was initially targeted by Tintin because he just seemed naive and easy to exploit, but Tintin severly underestimates him, despite Chang's warnings. Not only does Tintin have the law on his tail, but a mad scientist with nothing left to lose, who has access to devastating explosives.

Chang simply wants somewhere he belongs. Canonically he's stolen from cops before, so there's no doubt that if Tintin dragged him into crime he would follow along - but he may start to doubt if their bond is built more on what he can do for him rather than his value as a person.

Rastapopoulos this time gets to use his cunning to catch a slippery crime lord, but he still has the same shortcomings as his canon counterpart. He sorely craves attention and praise. He has a terrible short temper. He craves power and influence. He starts to use increasingly questionable methods for his investigation, as his higher ups breathe down his neck for being incapable of catching a couple of queer teenage hoodlums.

Tintin himself isn't motivated by money or power, he's looking for thrills and control over his life. Canonically he's rather emotionally shut off, and he's no different here. He doesn't let himself get too attached to anyone else. Unlike canon Rastapopoulos, I can imagine a crime lord Tintin pouring money and resources into communities in need, and opening up spaces for marginalised groups like bars for queer people. He still wants to do good deep down, but just doesn't quite believe he is a good person.

[teddybeartoji]

zombie apocalypse au where you end up in a settlement and meet a cutiepie satoru. he's lived almost his entire life there – sure, he goes on runs every once in a while but you've been out there. it's different.

right?

the dark bags under your eyes have yet to fade but satoru has never heard you complain. he knows everybody gets a talk when they first come to this place; where they can get help, who they can talk to when if they have any problems. if you can't sleep. or eat. or if you still feel restless. it's understandable that the change from having to fight for your life on a daily basis to not even having to carry a gun with you is hard.

the food tastes weird when you're not starving and drinking water seems like a complete waste when you're not dying of thirst. the bed you sleep on is too soft, the sheets feel like silk and it makes your skin itch. it's off-putting.

and yet, not a single complaint has left your lips. you observe your surroundings while handing out pretty little smiles like they're candy. you say thank you and goodbye, you offer to help out with the chores that weren't even yours to begin with and you're willing to entertain the kids with silly jokes. it's an almost perfect mask.

but you're tense; your eyes are always scanning your environment despite the fact that you've been at the settlement for almost a week now. you stretch your lips to show your gratitude, but satoru sees the way your fist tightens whenever the room is too crowded. the way you pocket smaller snacks when you think that nobody is looking. the way you flinch at a faraway sound of a child's laugh.

satoru finds you utterly intriguing.

people come and go, but you... there's something different about you.

maybe it's the dark, murky look in your eyes whenever you're handling a knife. carving a piece of meat like it's something you do every day; your eyes are the only things that change – you give a small smile to the lady working next to you as a thank you for whatever kind of advice she just gave you. she pats the steak while laughing and satoru doesn't miss the way your lips twitch.

you lick the remnants of the meat that stick to your fingers, the liquid that dribbles down the side of your hand the second she turns around. and satoru can't look away.

but there's no obvious malice.

it's interesting.

satoru is no detective, but he's done his fair share of people looking. what else is there to do when you're locked behind big walls; people are interesting, especially now that the world has ended. they tick faster, they explode bigger. they shiver more, they cry more. the lies have more consequences. it's hard to trust others, it's hard to trust anybody at this point. but satoru's eyes are keen, more so than anyone else's there.

you're not some caged beast, you're no dog on a leash, but you're an animal nonetheless. satoru just doesn't know which one yet. which of the living things that reside in the woods is calm enough to get so close to other people? confident enough. arrogant enough.

which one of them is as curious as you are? as sly? which one of them knows how to hide their sharp teeth behind a warm smile? satoru promises to himself that he'll figure it out, no matter what it takes.

or maybe the 'something' is the way you handle yourself when things go south. you didn't look away when a walker that managed to slip in through the gates sank his teeth into a man's neck. when everybody else was in shock, their eyes set on the gory sight in front of them – you were the first to grab the closest thing resembling a weapon and to deal with it.

blood splattered all over your clean clothes, your hair, your face. but you paid it no mind. this is what you're used to, this is what's normal. taking a knife to the poor wailing man laying on the ground was nothing special either. you kneeled down beside him and looked him in the eyes as you did it.

desperate hands reached out for you as fear settled in his stomach. he grabbed onto the collar of your shirt and pulled you closer, pleas stumbling from his lips like a waterfall. but to you, he was dead already. there's no remorse, there's no guilt. you're not a killer, you're a survivor.

satoru's mind raced as he watched you work while all the other had turned away, their sobs barely reaching his ears. no remorse, no guilt.

he just thought the blood looked beautiful on you.

but you're keen, too.

you try not to pay him too much attention, you try not to look but you feel his curious eyes wherever you go. you hear him laugh and you see his big smiles. he likes to play with the kids and he likes to tease his peers. he seems to know just about everybody, mingling in their lives by acting like a cupid or just indulging in gossip like some high schooler.

but something rotten sprouts deep inside him as well.

there's blood on his hands and you know it the second your gazes meet from across the big dining hall. the corners of his eyes crinkle and his dimples make a show as he gives you a grin, sharp teeth shining right at you. he knows you and you know him.

a survivor always recognizes a survivor.