#narrator voice

[loonarmuunar]

Figured out more stuff for the sister Sara au!!

Sou is still suspicious of Sara and Joe, but focuses more of his negative attention on Joe than Sara. This is mostly because of his lack of a statistic, and bc of the emails Sou read.

He also knows if Sara is killed, or starts to distrust him, he’s dead. He sees the way people trust Sara, how she protects those who trust her, and knows he’d rather be with her than against her. He doesn’t REALLY trust her obviously, but he’s on her side.

Sou reasons Joe is more of an immediate threat to him than Sara. Sara wholeheartedly trusts Joe’s judgment and reasoning, she likes to consider his opinion on things, and Joe was much more openly distrusting (and slightly aggressive) towards the other participants than Sara. He thinks Sara is a mastermind, but he can pretend he’s still naive to that. She seems to believe his front, and that’s good enough.

But Joe? If Joe gets mouthy, says things about him to Sara? That could mean his death. Sou tries to keep Sara away from Joe as much as possible, constantly guiding her away from the places he usually is. But Sara keeps trying to get to Joe. It’s not enough.

But if Joe was taken out of the picture?

Sou doesn’t trust him anyways. He could be with the kidnappers.

He can’t feel bad about it, not when it means his survival.

[lifeisahighway]

i have 3 fics on the go and want to finish them but it’s just. not. happening.

[saccageurs]

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[borscht-and-beets]

your name is OSHERS EFIMOV

you enjoy the outdoors and happen to have a great interest in EXPLORING ABANDONED SPACES, you also happen to enjoy physical activities such as FIGHTING and HUNTING, you tend to spend a lot of time in YOUR ROOM and as such it has developed into a place of comfort

you tend to be interested in fauna of the ANTHROPOMORPHIC VARIETY, you have a passion for OBSCURE INDIE GAMES, as well as awful music taste of the MIDWEST EMO VARIETY, you happen to be a consumer of CAFFEINE PRODUCTS to the point where outsiders will say that you have AN ADDICTION, you happen to enjoy TABLETOP GAMES and have various collections of things such as DICE and BONES, you like listening to OBSCURE AUDIODRAMAS and often proclaim yourself as the CEO OF CRINGE CULTURE, you tend to interact with others in a matter that is AFFECTIONATELY MEAN and your personality is that of A WET RAG

your trolltag is theroidTheomachy and you tend to speak in a manner that "vastly fluctuates in VOLUME woof."

what will you do?

[hasbrotoys]

me my entire young life: I have daddy issues

me my adult life: I've moved on. I have mommy issues now.

[averageambivert]

Haha... definitely not me

[j-august]

John, Lord Hervey, Memoirs of the Reign of George the Second from His Accession to the Death of Queen Caroline

[prlssprfctn]

AU, where Bruce accidentally gets de-aged (physically and mentally), and the first person he bumps in is... Red Hood.

To Jason's defence, he didn't connect the dots at first. He was just patrolling around his usual turf, thinking of nothing in particular, when he saw a small child in a ridiculously serious suit, sulking around Crime Alley. He looks distraught, and considering that he looks rich, it is no surprise - that is not a place for him. So, he is either lost or something happened, right?

He takes the helmet off, as he usually does when he is dealing with kids (they got scared easily) and carefully approaches a brooding baby.

'Hey, shrimp. Where are your parents at?'

That said shrimp turns around, his big blue eyes looking confused and lost, and Jason thinks he looks awfully familiar.

'I am not shrimp,' he protests instantly, pouting at him. 'And they are somewhere... here. We just left the movie theatre together!'

Jason glances at the abandoned movie theatre, back at the little rich boy with a familiar frown, and it clicks. This is his fucking dad. Suddenly, a kid - but it is fucking Bruce Wayne, for sure.

'Was watching Zorro by any chance?' Jason still asks, just to be sure that he is not going insane.

Bruce - and it must be him - beams at him.

'Yes! This is a great movie, by the way.'

Oh, hell. At least, he didn't witness his parents' death just yet. Jason wasn't sure he would be able to deal with his father being so small, and mourning his mom and dad. He would probably cry himself at some point.

'Hey,' Jason calls out for him slowly, squatting down; God, who would've thought that this little shrimp would become so tall and big in the future. 'Aren't you... You must be Thomas's kid, right?'

Okay, yeah, Jason is going to lie to this kid. Because there is no way he manages just to steal Bruce as a stranger to bring him back home; it is still a kid, even if it is his father. Right?

'You know my dad?' Bruce tilts his head, little fingers tugging on the hem of his jacket; suspicious.

'You could say that,' Jason nods. 'Alfie... I mean, Alfred called me. Asked me to pick up a kid, since Thomas and Martha got an urgent call.'

Fuck his life and stupid life choices. What the hell he was even doing? He looked like a mugger; or like a psycho. But Alfred was his best bet - he could call him, after all; ask, well, support his idiotic made-up story.

'No one calls Alfred Alfie but my dad,' Bruce pouts in a very, very spoiled manner.

'Well... I do. We served together in the army,' he blurts out.

His armour, apparently, is enough a proof for the kid to nod slowly.

'Okay. But you gotta take off your strange mask first,' Bruce folds arms on his chest.

...???

Did this kid just agree for an unknown man to take him home? Like this? Who could've thought that this pouty child would become the most paranoid man alive in the future?

'Uh, why?'

'So I can remember your face and do an identikit, if you turn out to be a bad guy,' Bruce smirks stupidly. 'Duh.'

Jason is going to cry. This kid is so cute.

'Yeah, duh,' Jason huffs, but despite his better judgment takes the domino mask off as well. 'Go on, take your time. My identikit should be the prettiest, shrimp.'

Bruce... gawks at him. His eyes are comically wide now, mouth open, and then, he jumps a little closer to him - oh, God, he is jumping when excited? - putting his hellishly cold hands on Jason's cheeks.

'Woah. You look like dad.'

'Uh,' Jason nods awkwardly, and because he is an idiot, adds a joke: 'We are brothers, actually. Just don't talk much.'

...Apparently, little Bruce can't take jokes. Because he lets out an adorable gasp, and throws himself on Jason as if they knew each other for ages now.

'Uncle? That's so cool. You look like Zorro!'

Damn this little kid, and this stupid family. Damn Joe Chill and the night he killed this kid's parents. Damn it all. Bruce might be an asshole sometimes, but he was so... cute and innocent.

'Thanks, shrimp,' Jason slides a domino mask back on, picks up little Bruce with one arm, and grips a helmet with another. 'Come on, let's go home. Alfred will make your favourite tiramisu.'

'You know my favourites?!'

Jason sniffles.

'Yeah. Yeah, I do, kid.'

If he gets so emotional over this kid, he has no idea how worse Dick is going to be once he finds out.

Oh, this is going to be one hell of a night.

[vaunteir]

yum

[plantgirlpropaganda]

I love sleepless nights.

I love being unable to sleep for reasons entirely unclear

[spotsupstuff]

Bird thoughts from November, and one from today

[needlepine]

Welcome to TumbleClan, redditors!

[phantasmatoucan]

STP DOODLING

[cathartic-tomfoolery]

Huge fan of when characters refers to Narrator as "Mr. Narrator" there's just something funny about it... heheheh..

IT'S NOT JUST NARRATOR HE'S SO STUPID HAHhahahAHhahhaAehehehehee..

[hallenanyall]

pov: dumb little bird in your brain wont stfu

ref & extras under the [pristine] cut <3

quote from game + orig sketch + wordless image

timelapse :>

+ sketch that ill clean up eventually, more of my favorite quotes.

+ little ref i drew of different TLQ tails. not that he seems to have one anyway. but its the one thing id let him change <3

[clchandler-writes]

Finally got around to reading Lessons in Chemistry. And while it’s set in Southern California, the narrator is clearly Julie Andrews explaining life in an eccentric English hamlet with the driest of wits.