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[foldedbanana]

me and my duo’s rivals gameplay leak

[vero-lynn]

To that person who asked for MH gang as girls I hope you're ready for Twilight Sparkle Alex Kralie.

[frooglet]

LITERALLY, FUCK POOLVARINE.

SPIDEYPOOL IS MY CHILD. MY WIFE. MY BBG. AND MY EVERYTHING ALL AT ONCE.

.....(*cough* it's my new hyperfixation, that's all *cough cough*)

[seonghwacore]

EXCUSE FUCKIN ME????

[phantombegruvia]

SFTH MURDER MYSTERY - PART 2 [AMANDA POV]

part 1 << part 2 >> part 3 MASTERPOST

*CW for somewhat graphic detail of a dead body and child death

[WAYNE MANOR LOBBY - 15:45]

A whole lot just happened, Amanda realises. This other guest, Tarquin apparently, just burst into the lobby and announced the death of both the event host and the butler. And now, they were locked inside the manor, all possible exits blocked off by metal shutters.

There was also Esmeralda who was an event in herself, she was so stunning and there was something so.. mystical about her - and Amanda was getting off track.. she should probably tune back into reality.

John Jacob was actively trying to pull the shutters up, Amanda watched him grow more and more frustrated when he continued to fail - he then kicked the shutters, cursing.

“I've seen death before,” Tarquin’s words were shaky, “a whole lot of it.. but this - this is something different.”

“What do you mean ‘different’?” Margaery asked, she and Rumpled had taken either side of Tarquin. Rumpled attempted to calm her down, while Margaery tried to pry answers out of him. The rest of the guests stood around, listening to the conversation. The majority of them were scared or shocked or both, and an odd few were.. not.

“I don't know..” Tarquin placed his head in his hands, “I lost a lot of my crew out on the sea,” (Amanda saw that Poppy perked up, almost unnoticeably), “I cared, obviously, but I knew the dangers of my, er, job. The only loss that struck me was the death of my beloved, Amanda.”

Amanda couldn't help but feel a little weirded out by the use of her name, despite knowing that he wasn't referring to her. Just hearing a man use her name after the word ‘beloved’ made her internally cringe a little.

“What happened to her?” Helter asked, hesitation evident.

Tarquin's breathing hitched ever so slightly, “she was murdered,” he paused, “and I'm pretty sure that Wayne and his butler were also murdered.”

A very uncomfortable silence fell over the group.

“Why do you think that?” Margaery asked.

[WAYNE MANOR OFFICE - 16:08]

Not everyone chose to come to see the murder, but when Esmeralda said she would go, Amanda, in a stupid act of desperation, agreed to go as well.

Tarquin had led the group of six to the office, offering a quick warning (“it's not pretty.”) before opening the door. And he was right, it certainly was not.

Bruce Wayne was slumped unceremoniously over his desk, the desk itself was covered in blood; the liquid oozing over the edge, creating a puddle on the floor. Amanda always saw the man in the news, and he looked so much more different in person - obviously, he was dead. His skin had grayed slightly, and his eyes had dulled. The most obvious change, and possibly the most striking, is also what seemed to be the cause of death - a batarang that was lodged deep in his skull.

“He was killed by Batman?” Amanda couldn't help but ask, it was more of a slip, really.

Margaery hummed, “it seems that way, never really trusted that bloke anyway. Why wear a mask? It just proves you've got something to hide. But I guess that's the whole point, isn't it.”

Juliet tilted her head slightly, “how long has he been dead? It doesn't look recent.”

“Ten days,” Esmeralda stated, “give or take.”

“And how would you know that?” Tarquin pointed, all his earlier panic now replaced with determination.

“Notice the discolouration?” She held up one of the corpse's hands, and showed the group the black splotch on the back of it, “it usually happens when a body has been left unattended after around ten days.” Esmeralda must've noticed the look that the group was giving her, and shrugged, “I've read many books on dead bodies.”

Rumpled squinted, “right,” disbelief evident in his tone. He walked over to the desk, and up picked a small sheet of blood covered paper, he adjusted his glasses, “it's some sort of photograph, seems to be of Ethel.” He muttered under his breath, “what kind of magic did he perform to make it colourised?”

Amanda peered over his shoulder, it was certainly Ethel, but it was blurry and you couldn't make out her face, just the large unsettling grin. Amanda did not trust that woman one bit.

She noticed that there were other photographs and picked another out of the blood (she made her disgust known, “ew.”). She was met with a picture of Tracy, one that reminded Amanda of images somebody would post on Facebook after getting drunk at a bachelorette party. “This one's of Tracy.”

[WAYNE MANOR KITCHEN - 16:36]

The butler's death didn't appear to be a murder. He seemed to have just collapsed on the floor of the kitchen. He was an old man, after all, and Wayne's death might have caused him to have a heart attack.

Esmeralda said that he had died ten days ago, too.

There was no sign of him being killed by someone else, no blood, no wound, no nothing.

Amanda had thought that it was quite sad he didn't manage to drink all his tea.

[WAYNE MANOR LOBBY - 16:49]

Amanda and her group of dead body checkers returned to the lobby where the other six guests were waiting for them to return.

“You're back,” Poppy had said, she seemed happy and relieved to see them, before looking confused, “where's Esmeralda?”

“She was right behind us,” Margaery stated the obvious, “I didn't even realise she was gone.”

Neither did Amanda, and it worried her.

“Bruce Wayne had been murdered,” Rumpled announced to the group, “we think that the Batman is a possible killer. We also believe that the butler had suffered a heart attack after seeing Wayne's body.”

Esmeralda had reappeared, swiping her thumb over her lips. Amanda tried not to think about the heat that rised to her cheeks when she saw it, and she hoped that her blush wasn't noticeable.

“Why do you think that Batman killed him?” Derek hesitantly asked, “he's a hero, he helps people. He doesn't kill.”

“Wayne had a batarang in his head,” Margaery plainly stated, "seems pretty incriminating to me."

“Who's Batman?” John Jacob raised his hand to ask.

“A Scottish hero!” Poppy said from next to him, “or, well not-hero, now.”

There was a loud THUD coming from up the upstairs banister. The guests looked up to see what made the noise.

A young boy, possibly twelve years old, climbed onto the banister rail, “hi!” He waved at the guests, shouting to them all, “I'm Dickie! I'm an acrobat and Bruce says I can perform for you tonight!” He stood on his tiptoes on the rail, holding his arms out either side of him, “though, I have nae seen him in a while, he does tend to disappear from time to time.”

Amanda was scared that the kid was going to fall off and plummet to the floor.

“You see that there?” He pointed to the chandelier just above them, “I'm gonna jump to it! You ready?”

Amanda was suddenly filled with panic, much like most other guests, and joined in the chorus of no’s and disagreements.

Dickie didn't listen, and instead jumped. He did a few flips in the air, which were admittedly impressive for a kid his age. He reached the golden chandelier, cheering.

This did earn a round of applause from the guests, but that was cut short when the chandelier suddenly jolted, before fully coming off of the ceiling.

It happened in slow motion. The kid released the chandelier, but it was too late, his body made a sickening crack when it made contact with the floor. To make things worse, the bottom of the chandelier was pointed sharply, and it impaled his chest.

"Oh good, I found him a little annoying anyway," Juliet broke the silence that followed.

[omnisentient]

[jj-one]

girls don't want men.

girls want han jisung.

REALLL (i’d let him obliterate my walls)

[pancakes4nina]

They're the same.

[walnutcookie]

chat im gonna bawl my eyes out because i hjave to redo the entire queen fight.

[zoieru]

[full-time-femboy]

Da Librarians :3

Sorry this is so different from my regular art

But im rewatching my hyperfixation show and that shits still so good

Kofi - Comms

Reblogs appreciated 💜

[sweetings]

rest in peace dallas winston you would’ve loved hank williams jr.

[neiptune]

wait…………………………………………..

greek god Oliver………

🫵🏻 no.

[fieriframes]

[No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.]

[crowleys-bentley-and-plants]

Forever stuck in the "im going through a lot rn i deserve a snack" and "i did this hard thing i deserve a snack"