#this isn't ooc for him

[indycinders]

At the end of it all, I think Zayne got more into the cosplay than Cinders did 🤭

Zayne as Gandalf the Grey and Cinders as Pippin Took (best hobbit I'll die on this hill)

@lavender-teardroplettes and @chibisunflower and I were mulling over LADS boys Halloween costumes and my brain was like "Oh Zayne would make a good wizard" and immediately conjured up an image of him as Gandalf.

And this was born. xD

[14dayswithyou]

Olivia fell asleep in one of the aisles again...

how do you feel about ren being used in an ai chatbot advertisement?

⌞♥⌝ Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I genuinely despise everything about this so much, and if anyone comes across this ad on TikTok (or anywhere else), I'd really appreciate it if you could report the video and not give it any further engagement.

I'm vehemently against the use of AI that negatively impacts artists, writers/authors, developers, creators, etc., and I don't condone the use of my art and IP without my knowledge and explicit consent — especially when it's being used in a paid ad/sponsorship. It's extremely disrespectful and I have no respect for those who do it.

[wriothesleybear]

Imagine giving your boyfriend, Dr. Ratio a rubber duck that looks like him as a joke. He does make a comment saying it's idiotic, but he actually keeps it in his bathtub. Every time he looks at it while he's bathing, it makes him feel a warmth in his chest because it's a personalized gift you got just for him. You notice it hanging on the side of the tub the next time you bathe with him and tease him for it. "Hm. I guess it wasn't that idiotic of a present since you kept it in one of your most sacred places." He just ignores your teasing and continues reading his book.

The next time you two decided to take a bath together to relax, you notice another rubber duckie next to the one you gifted him and it looks just like you. You make a comment on it and he's nonchalant about it. His reasoning being "It seemed fitting that you should have one as well since we usually bathe together". All you can do is blush, taken by surprise from his words. He notices this and smirks. "What's wrong dear? Too shy to give one of your teasing remark?" All you can do is look away, moving back to lay on his chest. You quietly say, "It's cute." He slightly chuckles, a fond look graces his features. He wraps his arm around you, bringing you closer into him and rests his face into your hair, leaving a faint kiss to the crown of your head.

[lostreverb]

--

"looks like you need another dye job..." you say softly, examining kai's hair. his chestnut roots had begun to overtake his faded blue hair, the color almost resembling a light purple.

he had his face situated in your chest, arms fitted around your waist like he was afraid to let you go. to any outsider you'd look like a normal couple. and at one point you were. a time feeling so far, so different from the present chaos you weren't even sure if it was real.

kai's behavior was purely self-serving. you were just a stress ball, a toy for him to fidget with, holding off his descent into madness. none of this meant anything... at least to him.

but as you watched the cult leader, his eyes closed, expression tense even in his resting state, the impulse to soothe him grew. he was just so angry... all the time. he never really had the opportunity in life to be anything but.

"why d'you stop?..." kai muttered, the tone of his voice resembling a grunt.

broken out of your thoughts, your eyes focused onto the sight of your fingers tangled in his stringy locks. you had been unconsciously massaging his head, touching him without permission, for who knows how long.

"i.." you exhaled, fear taking the air out of your body. you were lost at what to do next. kai loved to play mind games. was he taunting you? about to punish you for crossing boundaries?

suddenly, kai's hand wrapped itself around your wrist firmly, sensing you pulling away. betraying the fear he had instilled into you, you took a breath and returned to running your fingers through his hair, seeing the wrinkles in his face slowly dissipate and his body relax against yours.

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tags (ask to be added or removed anytime!): @fear-is-truth @juliamaximoff @jazz-berry @violetsghosts @quickreider @tiffysdeath

[kusanagihaku]

the best of times, the worst of crimes

⭢ romeo, 1.7k

u is for undercover. ˖⁺‧₊⟡ alphabet series | ao3

“If you were to steal something from this room,” you hear, “what would it be?”

You look up carefully. 

You identify the source of the question immediately as one half of a young couple; a quick glance over their joined hands confirms they are on a weekend date, one of many in the crowd of people lining the museum exhibit. They look freshly out of high school, armed and brash with the sort of invulnerability only the youth have when it comes to discussing crime.

The girl barely tosses her partner a glance before responding. “The diamonds, of course. They’re so pretty.” 

You are mindful not to snort. Or too loudly, anyway. 

You return your eyes to the glass case in front of you, to the milky-blue gem and the brilliant star reflecting off its greyish surface. The diamonds in this exhibit are worth pennies compared to some of the other items in this hall, including the very gemstone you are looking at, but you can see why the shiny rocks might be someone else’s first choice. 

“They’re just diamonds,” her partner says, as you circle the case. His voice is slightly whiny, coated with a mild superciliousness that grates against your nerves. “I bet these carved jade statues are worth much more.” 

This time it is not you who snorts – when you look up again, your gaze slides through the glass case to alight on a man with greyish hair. He is far from old, however; his smooth skin, free from wrinkle lines and sun spots, barely betrays a small amount of derision as he peruses the same gem you were looking at just moments ago. The way he holds himself, hands clasped behind his back, reminds you vaguely of an aristocrat whose house you were tasked with burgling a few years ago. 

He’s beautiful. 

And not in an entirely human way, either – the polished glass of his skin reminds you more of marble than flesh and blood, a terrifying pale that exposes little emotion or imperfection. If you were a Greek statue collector, you’d consider him a near masterpiece. 

“Quanto sei minchione,” he murmurs to the man next to him. It is only now that you notice his black-coated companion, silent and half a step behind him with hair as grey as his own. His companion– his assistant?– does not respond. 

You hold back a frown. These are not your average museum goers. 

As much effort as they’ve put into dressing as casually as the chattering tourists surrounding you, with warm sweaters neatly tucked into blue jeans, the two men are in impeccably tailored coats that billow a little too convincingly around their waists and thighs. You do not spot outlines of firearms from where you are standing, of course, but there is no doubt that some weapon or tool or another has been stashed in places easy to reach. 

You watch as the man’s eyes flick to the security systems embedded in the bottom of the glass case, then to the black velvet lining its edges that undoubtedly houses some form of alarm. Ah– 

Before you can redirect your attention, however, the man’s eyes flick up to meet yours. 

Ametrine, is the first thing that comes to your mind. Framed by grey lashes is a brilliant violet fading into crimson gold; the hues of an angry sunset, unmarred by the thick glass casing between you, paint themselves into a carefully schooled blank look. How cheap a gemstone ametrine is, for someone who looks so expensive. 

You should leave him alone, you know, especially after you’ve inferred his purpose, but why should you? You’ve had your eyes on the gems in the case first. 

And oh, you’ve never been one to give up a pretty jewel – it is why you do what you do, after all. You grin at the amethyst glint in his eye through the smudge of fingerprints and dust. “Sono proprio dei cetrioli.” 

There is a flash of suspicion cleverly concealed by the flutter of his eyelashes before he smiles at you in return, narrow and sweet and sharp. 

“They are simply naive,” he agrees. Your Italian may not be perfect, but you’ve been around long enough in your line of work to understand it conversationally. “I would have not gone for the jade.” 

He steps to his left the same time you step to your right. Your smile grows wider. You wonder if the circling of the case reminds you more of a scene in a famous romance movie, or more of sharks in the water. “No?”

You wouldn’t have gone for the jade either – you’ve seen far more valuable jade pieces in the private collections you’ve swiped in the past year alone. 

“No,” he says. His eyes slither down to the display between you. “Perhaps the rubies.” 

You see the line of his assistant’s shoulders tense instantly in startled protest. He does not make a sound, however; the man must be telling the truth about his target. 

Your brow creases briefly, an imperceptible flicker before you smooth out a smile again. Your case file notes that your client’s top priority is instead the grey-blue sapphire resting on a different side of the case, infinitely more valuable not only because of its size but also its storied history. Why would they be after the ruby instead?

“And you?” he says, perfectly courteous. His mask is smooth again; you cannot tell how much he knows. Has he already sensed that you are in the same line of work?

No matter – you will have to strike before he does. If the ruby is found missing, the heightened security will surely make it more difficult for you to get to the sapphire. 

“I would have said the sapphires,” you say, carefully. You make sure your eyes meet again before you smile, all teeth. “But now? Now, I would rather the amethysts.” 

-

“Fucking PITA,” Romeo curses, the moment the heavy car door slams shut. His alabaster mask cracks as he turns in his seat to face Ritsu. “They’re after the sapphire.”

Ritsu raises an eyebrow before starting the engine. The hum of the car purrs beneath his fingers as their safety mechanisms activate. “Didn’t they say they changed their mind?”

“You fool,” Romeo seethes. He slides a finger into a discreet spot underneath his seat. A lock springs open, and he picks up a file from inside the fingerprint-secured glove compartment that has just come unlocked. “It’s me, I’m the amethyst.” 

He waves the file towards his eyes; Ritsu barely spares him a glance before peeling out of the parking lot. “Oh.”

Seriously, why does he even keep assistants around anymore? UBFs, the lot of them. He’s going to get fucking wrinkles. 

“I’ll have to rearrange the plans,” he huffs, instead, returning his attention to the files. Even if they weren’t after the same jewels, it’d make it undoubtedly more difficult to carry out their plan if the sapphire was gone. “We’ll have to strike tonight.” 

Ritsu nods. “Third page under the fourth tab. Plan D3.”

Romeo grunts in acknowledgement. He flips quickly to the stated page, scanning through the schedule printed on it and the attached details about changes in the security timetable. They didn’t factor in the possibility of there being another jewel thief eyeing the same case, but they’ll have to accommodate. 

“We’ll go with D3,” Romeo sniffs. “But we go in at ten past one instead of three. I don’t want them to arrive first.” 

Ritsu hums in thought. “We could let them arrive first. We can’t be charged with breaking in, if the way in was already clear.” 

Romeo taps a long finger against the file. Huh. Maybe that’s why Ritsu has lasted the longest out of all of his assistants. “We let them do the dirty work first. Swoop in to get the ruby right after.”  

Ritsu nods, and makes a left turn. “It’s a lesser charge, anyway.”

-

You’ve had to shift your plans up much more than you expected. 

Usually you’d case the joint for a few more days before returning, but the presence of the two men by the jewel case today has really thrown a wrench in that plan. You hope that by striking a little before two in the morning, you’ve sufficiently pre-empted their attack. 

You shimmy closer to the exhibit. All the necessary night guards have already been disposed of, of course, but you can’t ever be too careful. 

A small alert flashes in the corner of your night goggles. Heat signatures detected ahead. 

You freeze. If you strain your eyes a little you can make out the faintly red outline of two bodies, each positioned at opposite ends of the entrance. They don’t look like any of the guards you’ve memorised as being on the roster for tonight. Rather, their heights more match a certain pair you’ve met today.

You wait a bit before advancing, but the figures don’t seem to be moving. If anything, they seem to be waiting for you. 

Your lips curl up in a smirk. You slip the goggles off, letting your eyes adjust to the dim lighting lining the floor of the exhibit. 

Your mind flashes back to the intel you gathered earlier in the afternoon. An Italian rising from rags to riches that disappeared off the face of the earth after his very first successful heist five or so years ago, name only resurfacing in whispers every once in a while after museums near his last sighting had been broken into. He was spotted in Japan just last week, your sources say, but nobody is ever really sure – no-one has ever gotten close enough and lived to describe exactly what he looked like. 

Except for you, now. After this you’ll sell information on how soft the gunmetal of his hair is and how beautiful and cold the warm twilight in his eyes are. 

As you pad closer to the jewel case you see him turn to greet you. His wool coat has been traded for a slick black uniform, disguising the lithe of his form and any number of tools necessary for the job. 

He smiles, terrifying and sweet. “Hello.” 

You grin, and stick out a hand he does not take. “Looking forward to working with you, Romeo.” 

[djevelbl]

Not me rewatching bits of parkciv season 2 bc i LOVE Parkour Villain's speeches--

[farshootergotme]

The idea of Bruce having a crush on someone in the League and others realizing it is so amusing to me. Everyone just looks at Batman after he accidentally does something stupidly obvious that makes his crush evident to the rest and they're like "Oh my god, you have a crush." And they never stop teasing him about it at any chance they get.

It's just so great that the infamous Dark Knight has a crush. Like, they know he's dated. But there's a difference between knowing and seeing how Batman acts when he likes someone.

(Spoilers: he's more of a loser than they expected)

[deceit-and-knowledge]

OHOHO~ sources say it's VANILLA????

that's.. no I shan't say, I fret you'd beat me to death with hammers if I called you gay for that

s: *stares at you with his homosexual eyes*

No continue *holding hammer*

No go on anon, inform me how my preference for sweet, creamy vanilla cake makes me gay?

[huck-of-former-self]

ARCANE - Huck

Ladislas Gueros | Senior Character Modeler @ Fortiche Prod.

Super happy and proud to share my contribution to the characters of Arcane's second season! Thank you so much to Fortiche Prod and Riot Games for trusting me - So Huck is around since the pilot of season 1, when he was bullied in the Last Drop and backed by Vander. In the end he seemed like a random secondary character but ended up being super present and important. I really enjoyed working on the various versions of him since season 1, and was super happy with how he turned out in the second season. As with other characters I did, I really enjoy modeling cloth and various intricate details so I had a blast on this character. - Modeling 100% in Maya, no ZBrush

Credit: ArtStation

[pretttydemonboy]

Every person that writes Shinsou Hitoshi into a fic just to make him a villain (at best) and/or a predator (at worst) so that some combo of the main trio has an antagonist owes me $5,000.

[userarmand]

i know there's a common fandom wish to see daniel immediately go for marius' throat when they meet but frankly i hope he doesn't cuz it would be wildly out of character :^) !

[justsigma-bsd]

He had been walking around looking for more rocks when he’d spotted sigma somewhere and tried to stay away from him

- @currentlyeatingrocks

*He pauses at the sight of Karma, hesitating.*

"Kid...?"

[spiderman2-99]

Where should you be kissed?

Knuckles. it feels as though you have fought every day of your life. sometimes, you cannot even tell how much of the blood on your hands is your own... and how much comes from those who've tried to hurt those you defend. you deserve the gentleness of a kiss to your bruised knuckles and broken skin, a reminder that you are not only made of violence.

[stolen from templeofvengeance; tagging you]

[ahollowgrave]

Fandom Peeps to Get to Know Better

][Tagged by:][ @verysmallcyborg @cosmicharm @chadhunkler and @thefreelanceangel <3 Thank you all!!!!

][ Tagging: ][ @punchelf @allyennah @hazelkjt @lynxden @reconditerune & You! (:

Three Ships I Like: - Gideon/Harrow (obvi) - Glinda/Elphaba (orz) - Fornax/Ryss (heeeh) First Ship Ever: ... it was self insert ship with Hiei and Kurama from YuYu Hakusho.

Last Song You Heard: A alt-country cover of Dirty Little Secret by MackMartin. From a release radar! It is doing things to my brain.

Favorite Childhood Book: The whole Tortallan universe from Tamora Pierce. Devoured every book of hers I could as a child!! Currently Reading: What Moves The Dead by T. Kingfisher! Anything by T. Kingfisher is worth reading but especially her horror retellings.

Currently Watching: My husband and I are caught up on Abbot Elementary so we've switched over to Creature Commandos right now!

Currently Consuming: A cold, crispy pop. As a treat!

Currently Craving: The chicken katsu and sushi we'll be ordering for dinner.

[necrotic-nephilim]

If you want to be bothered. Maybe this for dick and Bruce???

i ALWAYS want to be bothered these are always the highlight of my day tbh you're a delight for letting me just yap <3

Dick. For the canon isn't real square I am Specifically talking about the Tom Taylor Nightwing run. Usually I ignore bad runs but given this one is ongoing (though about to end THANK GOD and get replaced by Dan Watters who i have high hopes for since i adored his Sword of Azrael (2022) run but i digress) so I counted it. Especially since it's so debated if that run is bad or not, for some reason. I'm a 90s Nightwing truther. I love Dick so dearly and tbh recently I've been more enamored with him the more I read his Discowing era, I didn't used to be as big of a Dick stan as I am these days.

Bruce. Honestly where do you even start with Bruce. I want to fist fight him and also patch him up. He got me into comics and superheroes as a whole but I roll my eyes whenever he shows up in a story. He's a bastard and usually not a good father but also complex and should be dissected under a magnifying glass. I love him dearly. He's also just the worst. I think that's why I love him. I'm always a fan of unabashedly Complicated Asshole Bruce who's generally not always the best person, particularly not to the Batfamily and that being the driving force of his relationships with them, especially in shipping.

And for bonus points, Tim. Because know above all else, I'm a Tim Drake kinnie /deg. He's been my number one for a decade and I've yet to uproot him from my brain. He's literally the Worst half the time and I love him for it. And the canon isn't real refers to Tim Drake: Robin because... that sure was a comic. And that's about all I can say about it. Pre-Flashpoint Tim I miss you so dearly. I think it's fun that I want to put him in a blender and drink the juice but also want Nothing Ever to happen to him.

[smolerthanthediagram]

Arcane season 2 reminds me of how intensely I was into jayvik back in 2021. I think I must have a thing for friends to lovers himbo x nerd / ADHD x autistic archetype.