#and to not get trapped so much by the mask

[celestialmatcha7]

tied | nam-gyu

pairing: possessive! toxic! ex bf! nam-gyu x gn! reader

genre: angst

wc: 672

author's note: i hope you all enjoy and thank you so much for the likes and reblogs on my previous nam-gyu imagine. thank you!!! <3333

The shelter was dimly lit, crowded with uneasy contestants huddled together in small groups. The air reeked of sweat and fear, a grim reminder of the nightmare everyone was trapped in. You sat quietly in the corner, staring blankly at the ground as your mind wandered. For a moment, you managed to forget where you were—forget about him.

“Y/N.”

The sound of your name shattered your thoughts, and your stomach dropped. You didn’t need to look up to know who it was. His voice, deceptively soft yet laced with a possessiveness you knew too well, was unmistakable.

Nam-gyu stood a few feet away, his arms crossed as he surveyed the shelter. He ignored the wary glances thrown his way, his attention entirely fixed on you. Around you, conversations quieted, and the tension in the room seemed to shift.

You reluctantly lifted your head, meeting his gaze. “What do you want, Nam-gyu?” you asked, keeping your voice low.

He smiled, but it wasn’t friendly—it was smug, a predator’s grin. “Just checking on you,” he said, stepping closer. “You’ve been awfully quiet.”

You stiffened as he crouched down to your level, his face uncomfortably close. He reached out, brushing an imaginary speck of dirt off your shoulder. “You shouldn’t isolate yourself like this,” he murmured. “It’s not safe.”

“I’m fine,” you said curtly, leaning back to create some space, but he only moved closer.

“Fine?” he repeated, tilting his head. “I don’t think so. You’ve been acting strange lately. Distant.” He lowered his voice, his eyes narrowing. “Are you trying to avoid me?”

The murmur of the other contestants rose slightly, a few people glancing in your direction, but no one dared intervene. Everyone had their own battles to fight.

“I’m not avoiding you,” you lied, trying to keep your tone steady. “I’m just trying to get through this.”

His smile faltered, and for a brief moment, anger flashed across his face. But he quickly masked it, leaning closer until his lips were near your ear. “You don’t need to ‘get through’ anything, Y/N. I’m here. I’ll take care of you—like I always have.”

You turned your head, your voice firm despite the quiver in your hands. “I don’t need you to take care of me, Nam-gyu. That’s over. We’re over.”

A sharp intake of breath from one of the nearby contestants broke the tense silence. Nam-gyu froze for a moment, his jaw tightening. Then he leaned back, chuckling softly. “You’re still angry,” he said, his tone almost amused. “I get it. I messed up. But we both know I’m the only one who’s ever really cared about you.”

“That’s not true,” you said quietly, but he ignored you, his voice growing louder for the benefit of the room.

“Tell me, Y/N,” he said, gesturing to the shelter full of strangers. “Do you really think anyone else here would risk their life for you? Do you think any of them would even notice if you disappeared?”

The people around you looked away, avoiding your gaze. Nam-gyu’s smirk widened as he leaned in again, his voice dropping to a whisper. “But I’d notice. I’d always notice.”

You clenched your fists, willing yourself to stay calm. “You don’t own me, Nam-gyu. Stop pretending like you do.”

His smile faded, replaced by a cold, calculating expression. “I don’t have to pretend,” he said, his voice barely audible. “You’ll see. When this is all over, you’ll come back to me. You always do.”

He stood abruptly, his presence looming over you. “Remember what I said, Y/N,��� he called over his shoulder as he walked away, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear. “Stay close to me. It’s the only way you’ll survive.”

The room was silent as he left, and you felt the weight of countless eyes on you. You sank back into your corner, your thoughts racing. The games were a nightmare, but Nam-gyu? He was a hell you’d thought you’d escaped—only to find yourself trapped with him once again.

[mydirtyvalentine]

obsessed with kellin malevolent. i don’t talk about him enough but my god is he one of the side characters of all time.

first of all, this guy drops perhaps the best one liners in the entire show. i cannot express how much i love the line “arthur, tell that voice in your head that my mother was not a whore,” cause like, on the one hand its fucking funny as anything, especially when paired with harlan’s equivalent of a vine boom effect. but on the OTHER HAND, this line is absolutely terrifying cause we go the entire ep thinking this guy is nothing like arthur and the voices he speaks of just signify his own mental instability but then we get this shocker of a reveal!! UGH, i adore ep 4 so much.

and don’t even get me started on just how creepy the entire ep is. i’ll never forget how much of a captive i felt like listening to that ep, trapped in that car with arthur not sure what this quick tempered guy in a gas mask was gonna do next. that unsettling dread was unmatched.

and oh, kellin in SCRATCH’S DREAM ??!! fucking incredible scene. we go so long never thinking about this guy and then bam, a nightmare encounter showing back up in arthur’s nightmares.

also just obsessed with kellin’s attitude. yes, please sing a shitty cover of a song that hasn’t been released yet. i adore how arthur gets in the car and kellin essentially just demands that arthur serenades him and then gets pissed when arthur fucks up the lyrics.

truly an icon of a character. kellin holeman i’ll never forget you.

[arcadia-of-pluto]

Divisa || Three

Paring(s); LADS OT4 x reader (not mc)

Word count; 2,119

Themes; reality hopping, alt universe (same universe but things are a little...different), doppelganger, multiple endings, slowburn

Warnings; excessive swearing

Notes; It's been a hot minute 😭 I apologize since this isn't the "Twist of Fate" update, but I felt more inspired to write for this fic rather than ToF. I'll eventually get back into it, but this is just me trying to gradually get back into the swing of things! I still don't have a set update schedule though 🤔

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Well, at least you don't need to worry about why Sylus mentioned the Moonflower apartments now.

Though you do wonder how Sylus knew that both Ezekiel and your mother lived there, but the incident was probably covered on the news and that's how he knew.

The incident being when one of those blue gates appeared in your parent's apartment and your mother went missing from this world. You can't help but feel a bit sympathetic toward the man who was supposed to be your father.

It's heartbreaking to imagine…

The sheer terror of a rift opening in the safety of your home, you and your pregnant wife getting trapped inside of it, having to protect your wife and your unborn child…It made you wonder how your mom got back home in the first place.

But since you can't exactly ask her right now…

“Dear?”

The older woman jingles a pair of keys in front of your face.

“Oh, I'm sorry.” You quickly shake your head and take the keys. “I can't remember if I said it, but thank you so much. I really appreciate this.” You drag your thumb over the ridges on one of the keys while Josephine walks with you to the door.

“Don't thank me now. The place is probably a mess — I haven't cleaned it since Ezekiel moved out…Poor fella.” She clicks her tongue with a sigh. “Anywho, if you're anything like your ma, you'll be looking for a job so I recommend checking out the cafés and shelters around here. You're bound to find one that's hiring since everyone and their mothers wants to be a hunter nowadays...Unless you do as well?” She glances toward you and raises a brow.

“Ah, a hunter?” You let out a small scoff as you unlock the door. “I'd never put myself in that kind of danger — at least, not willingly. But thanks for the advice, I'll take a stroll around Linkon tomorrow.” You pull down your mask to smile at Josephine.

“Gosh…you really do favour your ma a bit.” She places a hand over her chest with a distant look in her eyes before she blinks it away. “I'll see you tomorrow, dear.” She gently pats your shoulder and you finally step inside the apartment.

You take your shoes off at the door and flick the lights on to take a look around.

You notice multiple picture frames, funky painted walls, hardwood floors…This place was surprisingly clean and it felt so…lively despite you being the only person there.

A few of the frames were empty, but one catches your eye.

You gently pick it up and sink your teeth into your bottom lip.

You know you're not a crybaby, but…fuck did you miss your mom. You wipe the dust from the glass and a tear drops onto the photo. You groan and tilt your head back, quickly wiping your tears so you could properly look at the picture.

It was a much younger version of your mom with a heavily pregnant belly. A bright smile on her face and an even brighter man next to her. He was practically sunshine incarnate. His hand was lovingly, gently cupped over her stomach with their heads resting atop one another.

It made you miss the person your mother would've been, had you been raised here with your father.

Would she have been happier?

Did she regret having to come home with only you?

You didn't even know why she didn't bring Ezekiel back with her, but something tells you that it was your fault…Though you had no one to verify this with.

You set your bag down with a small sigh and pull out the notebook you got from the store.

With everyone being so different, you weren't sure if any of your knowledge from the games would help at all…but it wouldn't hurt to write everything you know down.

All of the guys know each other? At least, to some capacity.

Sylus, Xavier, Rafayel; all know each other

Zayne…

The main protagonist (Gemini) and I are both present

Evol…Do I have one??

Xavier and Gemini 100% know each other, they work together. Rafayel might know her as well, if he recognizes my eyes

Josephine isn’t Gemini’s grandma?? She didn't mix us up

The Chronorift Catastrophe never happened?? rifts have been around for over 23 years, my head hurts

You rub your temples with a sigh.

You haven't written down much, but your head is already starting to pound with an upcoming headache.

You're not even sure what else to write down.

…Maybe you should just sleep it off and wake up tomorrow for a fresh start.

…You wake up bright and early the next morning, still unsure of where to go from here. If the timeline doesn’t match the one in the games, then what all is different in comparison?

All of the guys besides Zayne seem to know each other, but they could know Zayne as well — you just haven’t made it that far yet. Josephine isn’t Gemini’s grandmother, unlike the games, so does this mean Caleb doesn’t exist as well? Is there even an N109 Zone? There has to be since the Nest is still in operation.

You rub your temples as you get up from your parent’s bed.

There’s too much to think about. You’ll focus on the difficult stuff later. First things first, a job would be a good start. While you do have a considerable amount of cash, seemingly too much for the collection of coins and old money you had, you weren’t sure how long you’d be here and money is important.

And an ID. But even if you had your birth certificate, it would be odd to show people from 2048 a birth certificate from twenty-three years ago…Hopefully you won’t need your ID for anything.

You take out your phone to skim through the guidance tab on ‘Love and Deepspace’, making sure to memorize the names of places, just on the off chance anyone asks. You won’t know where they are, but you’ll at least know what they’re talking about. Oh and you’ll have to 100% avoid going to the hospital, or at least Akso Hospital since that’s where Zayne works — If that part of the timeline hasn’t changed.

You throw on some casual clothes you bought from the convenience store, since your other clothes looked too dated, and put your face mask on. Your phone slips into your back pocket and you shrug your mini-backpack on before heading out the door. Locking the apartment behind you, you head into the city and try to access the maps feature on your phone to show you where to go but, of course, it doesn’t work.

Geez, do you have to get a new phone too?

Whatever, wandering aimlessly around it is then.

The sidewalks were densely packed today and it appeared that most people were in a rush. Were they running away from something or hurrying to work? Your eyes skim over an alleyway nearby, just in case you needed a place to hide, and as you took one more step, you heard everyone’s phones (besides your own) chime with an alert.

The holographic billboards high above buildings went from saying “Welcome to Linkon City, home of the largest Hunter’s Association” to a crimson red colour.

“Alert, Alert!” You recognize the circular robot speeding around the area as an OTTO-PHO from Glint Photo-studio. “Large metaflux readings for this area. Please get to a safe space until hunters arrive and assess the situation. I repeat, large metaflux…”

You tune the rest of the message out as you hear your heart pounding in your ears. Really? Another rift opening in your vicinity in under a day of being here? You’re not the main character here.

What’s going on?

A large, almost neon, blue oval shape appears in the middle of the street causing cars to slam on their breaks. Other vehicles follow suit, some crashing into the rear ends of the cars in front.

The sound of tires screeching, people shouting and running out of their vehicles with children wrapped in their arms…

The rift is a deep shade of blue on the inside, seemingly infinite in size. It reminds you of a starry night sky, but you shake off your awe as creatures begin to step outside of the rift.

They’re grotesque and gangly things, covered in a hard exoskeleton, with long, spear-like appendages growing from their arms.

Wanderers.

You turn to make a run for the alleyway that you spotted, but your body freezes up as you hear a little girl screaming for her sister — they must’ve lost each other in the crowd. When you look back at the child, you notice she’s in the middle of the road, but still close by you.

“Fuck, this is a bad idea…” You grumble under your breath, because you surely can’t leave a child to die…right? And with that, you take off running.

You lift the child up behind her knees, holding her against your chest as she cries, and you make a run for the alleyway, but now it feels so far away. You hear a wanderer growl behind you, feel a sense of impending doom and your chest tightening up with anxiety.

The wind whipping as the wanderer reared its arm back to swipe at you both…and then silence.

When you open your eyes, you see dark reddish black smoke fading away from your body and realize that you’re in the alleyway. You and the girl in your arms are safe, but how?

You lift your hand up to inspect it before you hold your arm out toward a can in the alleyway. You focus on it and suddenly that same mist coils around the can, and brings it toward you.

Why do you have Sylus’ evol?

As if to distract you from these thoughts, the crying child taps you on the shoulder as she sniffles, “Miss…Did you save me?”

“No, I…Well, technically yes, but…” You really didn’t want her to tell anyone about this power — whatever it was — because you did not want to be a hunter. Not if you had any say in it. “I get it! I won’t tell. You’re like Lumiere or…Spiderman from my dad’s old comics! A super secret, super hero.” She giggles, clapping her hands together and you can hear a woman yelling on the other side of the road.

“Kara!!”

“Oh! That’s my sister. Her and her hunter friends must’ve taken care of the bad guys!” She seems excited, however it seems she doesn’t plan on running to her sister by herself.

“Can you…”

“My legs feel like they don’t work���Can you take me to my sister, please?” Kara pouts down at you and you sigh before reluctantly nodding your head, “Alright, but remember — “

“You’re a superhero, I know! I won’t tell. Tara has enough hunter friends, so I’m finally happy to have my own.” She rambles as you head outside the alleyway, before you pause.

…Tara?

Oh, that’s just great. Hopefully she doesn’t recognize you.

You continue your walking, hand gently cradling the back of Kara’s head so she doesn’t turn her head and see all of the wanderer carcasses on the road. Even you felt a little sick at the sight. Don’t they usually just dissipate and go away?

You felt sorry for whatever sorry soul was stuck with the cleaning duties around here. “Kara — Oh my goodness, thank you so much!” You eventually make your way over to Tara, the familiar UNICORNS co-worker of the main character. She takes the child from you and holds her tightly, “What did I say to do whenever we hear the warnings?”

“To run in the opposite direction?” Kara sighs, resting her head on Tara’s shoulder with a pout. “Exactly, I didn’t say ‘stand there like a fish out of water’! You could’ve gotten really hurt if…Sorry, what’s your name?” Tara looks over at you with a smile as she holds her hand out, “The name’s Tara.”

“Uh…” You hesitate for a moment. It’s not like you could tell her your name since you share it with her co-worker, but…Tara is also pretty down to earth, so she might just see it as a coincidence. “Y/n.” You try your best to smile with your eyes as you shake her hand.

“Oh, really? That’s so cool! I also have a friend by that name. She should be around here too!” Tara turns around to shout, “Hey, Y/n, come here for a sec!!” But when she turns back to continue speaking to you, you’re already gone.

All that remains where you stood is a faint mist.

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[nemesis-writer]

Five Minutes (Chapter 5)

Masterlist What do you see? TW: mentions of blood, mental illness, trauma

The next test is now in motion for them. No one knows who's next, and no one knows what could happen.

They stood outside their house until they got a delivery for food. They had inspected it when they brought it inside. And they saw a note taped on the inside of the cover.

It had the label, Tim.

And it has a cellphone, but it couldn't be opened nor tracked due to it's old age. Tim opened the riddle and read:

'I blind the wise and cloud the true, I make the wrong seem right to you. You hold me close, you wear me high, Yet through my weight, the truth may die.

I whisper loud, “You know the way,” But lead your steps to go astray. I shield your ears, I block your sight, And trap you in your flawed delight.

Though others warn, you will not see, For you trust none as much as me. What am I, this weight inside, That turns your fall into a slide?'

It was truly the greatest flaw of Tim, his pride of intelligence. His ego is motivated by his knowledge like most people, but he likes to use it as an excuse for solitude.

'What?' Tim thought, he knew the answer was pride, but he never understood why he was chosen for that.

"It's pride..." Tim finally reveals after a long contemplation.

All of the sudden the phone rings and Tim immediately answers it.

A distorted voice said:

'There is a now closed hotel in Gotham Square, but if you try something, I will know, and the people who are so dependant on you will suffer, and I will make you watch. Timothy. Now I want you and only you to go to the third floor, no supervision. Let's see how well you can observe under the pressure of blood'

And with that the call ended abruptly

At the hotel...

They went and saw nothing. And just when Tim was about to go up he said,

"I gotta go alone. She'll kill people if any of you even goes in the elevator or looks."

"We go together it's all or none that's the rule" Dick retorted.

"There are lives at stake and they depend on us."

So with that Dick reluctantly agreed, and Tim headed upstairs.

He then saw a man wearing a black mask and suit sitting near the controls while showing the detonator that remains secured. The guard then pointed him to the chair. He then proceeded to put on the VR.

He then instructed to Tim,

'Ignore the voices, dismiss the sight, Trust not the whispers that come in the night. What’s in front may deceive, twist, and lie, But what you know won’t let reason die.

Close your ears, avert your gaze, Break free from the illusion’s haze. Let instinct guide, let truth prevail, Beyond the veil, what tells the tale?

Now stand and face what’s meant to be, Look deep within—tell me what you see.'

And with that Tim started.

Flashing of lights were shown, names of the colours were heard. Nothing could be understood from the looming flashes.

Blue

Blue

Blue

Blue

Blue

Dog

It continued until a sudden flash of what appears to be a red dog.

"RED DOG!!" Tim yelled

Red

Red

Red

Red

Orange

Orange

Orange

Orange

Wolf

"GREEN WOLF!" Tim says, starting to let his pride take over it gets harder.

Red

Orange

Blue

Blue

Green

Green

Green

Pink

Orange

Black

"What a minute, there's something wrong." Tim says as the words started to continue telling the wrong color that is being shown.

Building

"BLUE BUILDING!" Tim says.

Then all of the sudden the images stopped. And then continued to get faster and faster showing all the events that happened.

9/11

Newton discovering gravity

Ballet

Chess

Looney Tunes

Bruce Wayne

Graves

Russian sleep experiment

And then when it was about to get worse it stopped at the picture of a crying child in a mental institute.

The girl then proceeds to look at him...

And starts to approach him.

'In shadows deep, where whispers dwell, The mind becomes a fragile shell. A labyrinth of broken thought, A battle waged, yet never fought.

The cries of children fill the night, Ignored, unseen, lost from sight. Small hands reach out to empty air, Seeking love that isn’t there.

The echoes of a mother’s scream, Haunt their lives, disturb their dreams. A father’s absence, a silent door, Leaves them yearning, wanting more.

In fractured minds, the pain takes root, A twisted tree with poisoned fruit. Mental storms rage wild within, Born of neglect, born of sin.

Their laughter fades, their voices still, Hollow eyes, a shattered will. Invisible scars, wounds that don’t bleed, Children forsaken, left in their need.

And yet beneath the darkness lies, A glimmer faint, a chance to rise. For even the lost can find the way, To heal the night and face the day.

But who will care? Who dares to mend, The broken minds, the hearts to tend? In silence, they wait, their cries unheard, A life defined by an unspoken word.

But yet here you still lost. Why?'

"What does that mean?" Tim yells,

"WHAT DID I DO WRONG?" Tim continues

'Everything' The girl replied.

The VR was suddenly removed from him and the guard still stood there.

"Smarter than Einstein but gullible as a child." The guard said. And then he pushed the detonator.

The apartment of Fifth Avenue was blown into bits. The roars of fire could be heard and the screams of weeping women and children could break the strongest metal.

Tim then lunged at him.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? I PLAYED THE FUCKING GAME" Tim yells then proceeds to remove the mask.

The guard chuckled and said, "You were supposed to answer the little girl"

Before Tim could do anything, a red dot appeared on the guards forehead and was immediately shot between the eyes.

Y/N knew they' force an answer so in order to stay incognito, she has to kill her own men. They can be replaced anyway...

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[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

I’m thinking 🫦 in the scene where Hwang kills the two players and fakes his death, how about the reader -we- spotted him and he went after us? 🤤

Oh you mean cat and mouse?😏

Did you enjoy playing hard to get?

Squid Game masterlist

Hwang In-ho/Front man x fem!reader

Cw/triggers: Pred/prey dynamic, horror themes, sadism(?), innuendo, possessive behavior.

"Come on, it's useless..." You heard him chuckle, he wasn't running after you, he instead took his time, knowing you're literally trapped in this place - his place.

You spotted another set of purple stairs, running up you hoped there would be anything of use that will help you get rid of him. At this point no shots were heard, no guards were seen. Perhaps the guards had crushed the raiding group.

On top of the staircase was another long hallway. You supported yourself on the wall with your hand, catching your breath from all the running. You suddenly heard steps coming up the stairs, they sounded deliberate, as if the person was in no hurry.

"Why do you have to be so stubborn?"

You heard his voice again, it was him walking up the stairs and it caused your heart to leap into your throat. In desperation and panic, you started running down the hallway, at one point looking over your shoulder where you saw In-ho coming up the stairs, his expressionless face sent ice cold shivers down your spine.

"But it's cute. I like seeing you run." He smirked.

You rounded a corner, seeing a door up ahead. Trying the handle, of course it was locked, so you kept running, until you came across another staircase, leading down to a pink-ish area.

The fact he took his time chasing you let you know you couldn't escape him. You now know he is the Front man, of course he knows this place better than you, why would he want to run after you when he knows you're at his mercy with no way out.

You came across a pink door. This time it was open, revealing another small hallway, but now with another door and what looked like a cam on top. To your luck the door you came from had a key to lock it. You quickly locked the door and headed to the door infront of you.

Taking a closer look at the cam, there was what looked like a red laser scanning your face, then it blinked red with a voice saying access denied.

You panicked, you were literally trapped now and if a guard came through the door now or worse - the front man, you had nowhere to go.

Then you heard the handle of the door you locked starting to turn. Your breathing quickened as you realized you had been found, the handle was repeatedly turned.

"Are you in there?"

Came In-ho's voice. Your heart was beating like a drum in your chest, you had no way out now.

"You're trapped. The only way through that door is by wearing a mask." he chuckled again.

You bit your lip, catching your determination and decided to answer him.

"And what now, huh? You gonna shoot me?"

In-ho leaned against the door, listening to your reply.

"Shoot you?" He asked. "You're too much fun to simply shoot. I'd rather keep you alive."

He suddenly kicked the door hard, almost making the lock break from the force.

You gasped in fear, backing up against the other door.

He spoke again. "Shit, even now you're trying to play hard to get. But I like it, even more so when you realize there's no way out, like now." he kicked again, rattling the door.

"And you know what entertains me more than just watching the games?" He said, getting some distance from the door, before charging and slamming against it with his bodyweight.

He charged again, this time breaking the door down, letting it fly open as he made eye contact with you. He was panting slightly, but he had a smirk on his face.

"It's seeing how desperate the players get. Like you. And I love it."

He slowly stalked towards you, cornering you effectively against the door.

"Now do you want to die or do you want a second chance?"

You weren't sure what he meant by 'second chance' but you know you didn't want to die here in this hellhole.

"S-second chance..." you stuttered.

He huffed out a breath. "Second chance, are you really sure?"

You nodded, swallowing hard.

His smirk returned and he reaching into his jacket pocket, pulling out his radio and spoke in it. "Wrap everything up."

Then he tossed it aside. "Good, you will have your second chance. A permanent one. As my little pet."

"W-wait no..." you begged as he stepped closer reaching up and gently grasping your chin while your eyes prickled up with tears.

"You belong to me now."

[annah-kitathryne]

Looks at the 8,000 word WIP I have in my drafts that I just dedicated myself to finishing. Looks at the reading list project I'm doing. Looks at this post. Shoves everything else away.

Opens up a document.

Starts writing.

Tim should do a stint as Helena's protégé during his finding himself arc. Bruce pisses him off and he's like well fuck you too and shows up in Helena's house asking to be her protégé. She says no, at first, but Tim’s incredibly persistent and really good at begging so she eventually gives up and agrees. Tim takes up the mantle of the Query as a nod to the Question and just sort of vibes; he doesn't need to learn any new skills from her, but he'll benefit from a ideological shift or revisiting and revising his morality or just being, because Helena isn't trying to order him around. As long as he does an effective job, she leaves him be. She's in charge, and he knows that, but it's more reminiscent of him and Dick than him and Bruce. It's refreshing.

Cue shenanigans where Bruce is brooding, Dick definitely wasn't in Gotham this much before but who is Tim to complain, Helena gets her routine thoroughly disrupted, Tim actually misses less dates than usual with Bernard, Bernard thinks he's dying and/or part of the mafia, Tim's hero friends make cameos to laugh at his costume and maybe solve crimes, Babs and Steph are thoroughly amused, Cass decides to hang out with Helena too, and Helena refuses to admit she finds any of this pleasant in any way.

[sundrykitsch]

all dressed up!!

[turtleblogatlast]

The fact that Leo can go literally anywhere on earth to be alone with his thoughts at a single moment’s notice is something that shakes around in my head all the time. Like, portals and teleportation are amazing and convenient abilities both in and out of battle, but they could also so easily be used to run away as well.

I don’t think Leo ever would, at least not most of the time. He loves his family too much, and is too dependent on their love and attention to cut himself off so suddenly like that, but it’s a very real possibility nonetheless.

It’s a good thing Leo’s overall temper is more on the mild side and he prefers going to his room or something to complete solitude, because it really is dangerous for a kid to have the ability to isolate themselves like that at their fingertips.

[a-s-levynn]

I have traveled far beyond the path of reason, take me back to Eden

edit: more context in the tags of the root post

[puhpandas]

the sense that cassie would knock into tony

[banesberry-anomoly]

Falling through reality

Alts under cut

[marc--chilton]

(mgv) lawrence is fairly disconnected/jaded about his secondary gender due to how disruptive those instincts can be when they act up, a source of annoyance for him due to his nature to micromanage and shame hammered into him by overbearing snobby parents. to others in the omegaverse it makes him come off as very hollow, like he's fully cognizant but not all there as a person. yknow??

in comparison, adam is practically feral. his hesitance to display his omega-ness -- purring, nesting, etc -- stems instead from longtime derision mostly from scott towards these behaviors. once adam moves in with lawrence and it gets through that larry isn't gonna mock his motorboat purring or how his nestmaking is kind of shitty because he gave up on making nicer ones after scott kept destroying them for kicks, adam follows his instincts a little easier. and it's his influence that puts lawrence back in touch with his hindbrain and lets him shake some of that apathy. aside from diana (who alison has custody of thus larry doesn't see her as often as he'd like) adam is his most real, human contact

[savage-rhi]

Magenta...

[brutalmasks]

what kind of time loop are you stuck in?

historical tragedy.

you know how people say that when someone dies, it’s like their candle goes out? of course you know, you’ve been lost in the dark before. you’ve felt the wax drip onto your skin as the wick burns out, the smoke rising away from the puddle in your hands. maybe you can reshape it—put it back together. maybe you can light it again someday.

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[fakecats]

there's no such thing as "me," now / as hard as you look, nowhere to be found / i can't remember a single role i was suited for - lyrics from dramaturgy by eve

[voetballers]

i think im the only person on this website that thinks akechi's gay little prince outfit is better than his black mask one