#Anybody Want a Thread?

[babydarkstar]

so many griddlehark doomers on this website. smh my head…….theyre doomed by fate AND the narrative to be intrinsically intertwined no matter what. i cannot conceive of a finished locked tomb series where theyre not lying dead in each other’s arms or existing together in some fugue state of unbeing. not even death can separate the lesbians that scratch each other bloody and then cry in each other’s arms. they have been fated to orbit one another literally since their conception. one flesh one end, bitch.

[sneakysnoo]

i watched reanimator and herbert west conflicts me do i want to fold him over and crack him open like a cold can of coke and snappa him in half like toothpick? yes. but also maybe i want to BE herbert west and get to indulge my silly little green goo special interests and attract multitudes who wanna snappa me half so bad it makes them look stupid ykno? what im saying is i contain multitudes really

[vilevampire]

someday in this fandom I'll get dragged into drama over controversial ship opinions and when that happens I want you all to remember me fondly because frankly I will drop dead on the spot

[pepprs]

prefacing this by saying im fine and its whatever and im mostly numb to it. but it kinda fucking sucks that being gaslit about my own sexuality leads to… doubting my own sexuality lol!

[familiaanteomnia]

starter call

-like for an likely iconless, multi para starter -open to everybody -please specify which muse you'd be interested in (or an few+obviously yours if applicable)

replies i owe as of now is- (1) for constantine

[triflesandparsnips]

After reading Quite A Lot of ostensibly romantic ofmd fic, I'm noticing a somewhat unsettling thread in a lot of "Stede and Ed reunite" stories that essentially boils down to: "I Will Forgive You No Matter What Because I Love You."

And babes-- no.

(Is this just in ofmd fic? Nope. But it's the fandom I've got eyes on at the moment, so here we are.)

To be more clear here: It's cool to have a True Love, and can be very exciting. And it can be very sad if, in the course of the narrative, there are some misunderstandings (or just lack of communication) leading to what appears to be a breakup.

But if in response to a breakup -- real or implied -- your True Love does some fucked up shit like killing innocent crewmates and violently maiming people in their sleep Just Because They Feel Bad That You Broke Up With Them...

Consider that it's okay to peace out of that whole mess. True Love and Heartbreak are not actually excuses to be a fucking violent dick, and you are not obligated to put up with that even if you love them.

I'm all about dragging characters through the trenches of misery to get to some kind of happy ending on the other side, but I'm also about characters getting to that point after considerable Consequences for Their Actions. No consequences, just "love"? That's a recipe for irl awfulness.

tl;dr: You can love someone and not be okay with what they do. And just because you love someone doesn't mean you have to be with them.

[altruistic-meme]

the absolute impracticality of wanting to give in to the very likely one-time impulse vs remembering that i am trying to allow myself to give in to my impulses whenever possible

[missremember]

You know you haven't updated in too long when the spam bots start hitting your comments section

[inkyara-blog1]

There’s a specter following Sou. Most others he could steer clear of, but this one proved itself a persistent pursuer. He’d avoided touching these ghostly lights since hearing the announcement, much preferring not to carry intrusive memories that didn’t belong to him. He had enough weighing on his weak, at times spasmodic, shoulders.

Yet… here, undulating slowly in the air in front of him, the will-o-wisp flickers… in the dark of his bedroom, it’s luminescence shone like pale lavender mints.

Is this… mine…? But, what have I lost…? The others seem to have lost memories after coming to this island, but I… I’ve felt so… ever since I saw that profile… I’ve been so uneasy. That was… during the Death Game, wasn’t it…?!! I panicked as soon as I…

Sou reaches out with his sweating hand. Whenever he stared at this specter, his head ached so. It wasn’t something he could rush through… his head felt pricked by many thorns, and his jaw was tight. As was his chest as he breathed. Could memories be as miasmic as a coworker’s cigarette?

“You know, you’ve been praying for a gift ever since your pathetic body bled out. You could at least reclaim what’s yours, hm, Hiyori?”

“You be quiet, and don't call me that,” Sou told the murky entity. In the light of the wisp, it still remained as shadowy as before. Many pairs of eyes blinked at him, swimming across the surface of that dark shadow. He snapped quietly, “I…! I have this bad feeling… like I shouldn’t dare peek further into this.”

“The lion is always cowardly, deep down…”

“Shhh-Shut up!” Sou grasped his head in his hand, and the fragment in his other. It emanated no warmth… none like the fully blasted space heater at Hiyori’s house.

Who was Sou Hiyori…? Shin knew he was his best friend. The man that took him under his wing, where they would gather everyday to code and hang out as if his home were their shared secret base. Hiyori was… someone he met in high school. Someone… strangely unregistered, yet he had many credentials as a licensed nurse, therapist, police officer… how much else?

Shin heeded the fragment entirely, remembering with some added clarity that the day he was imagining featured an empty pod chair. Hiyori wasn’t there… there was no trace of him, despite all the traces of Shin he left. Missing papers that contained passwords, a missing suitcase, pictures of Shin smiling lining the walls and one in particular on the shelf with his prized toys.

“He… just had to stick it up there with my stuff, like what made me happy was actually important to him…”

“Silly Shin, you’re not important to anybody. He had you dancing in the palm of his hand, kekeke!”

“… … … … …”

There, on a monitor, was a printable form in decadent orange paper. That was… the ASUNARO consent form!!! A form to give to his determination, to who he wanted to be… … …

“Not… not like this,” Shin choked up, “I didn’t want to be like this…!! I just wanted my little sibling. I…!”

“You used a little girl to your advantage. All to scrape by in the Main Game! You killed a teenaged boy that believed in you for your own sake! Accept it! This is who you are, Hiyori! The cold, blinding sun…! That’s who you wanted to be, to survive! You wanted to be the kind of person that would sacrifice a fourteen year old girl!”

“N-No…! I didn’t want that! I didn’t want her to die… I wanted to be… so I could meet them…! My wish, he promised…! So why…?”

Just like that, the light blew out. Shin collapsed on his knees and bowed his head. The ASUNARO vow… he’d surely done his part. He’d lived up to Hiyori’s expectations, and then came short in death. Did that mean he couldn’t meet his sibling?

Since I didn’t win… the Death Game… I couldn’t meet them…? What kind of sick joke is this? Hiyori, answer me!

“Ahaha, don’t call me that. I’m you. Don't you dare try to tell me you didn't suspect who it is. Your very own sibling was among you! You're LYING TO YOURSELF!" "N-No way... it's just too cruel... it wasn't Joe? Was it Gin? K-Kanna...??!" Shin asked, but it was as if nobody had taunted him in the first place. He was so... alone...

[ssaalexblake]

this thing is starting to look exactly how it should but i am So sick of sewing i could cry rn 

[holopiloted]

i’m back from my trip that i never even told y’all i was going on —

[apoapsis]

sorry for low activity btw, i was a little depressed because the food bank i usually go to wasn’t open last time i went so i was stressing for a min there, but we finally got some things today so i’m feeling a bit better now :)

[masquenoire]

D. E.

Headcanons A-Z

D - Director - How much do they feel the need to have control over their life? Do they spend a lot of time telling others what to do or and they more likely to be more obedient to others?

Immensely. Roman might not show it openly but not being in control of a situation can prove rather distressing for him as it reminds him of how powerless he was back when he was a child. His parents were incredibly controlling, not even allowing Roman the freedom to speak his own mind unless he said exactly what they wanted him to say. Living under the thumb of such repressive socialites who, when safe and sound behind closed doors, were such hypocrites who didn’t even believe the falsehoods they spouted, it confused and upset him so much Roman refused to be anything like them once he grew up. Unfortunately by then his parents had done their damage, dictating everything he said and did to the point that when Roman is no longer in control over his life, he does NOT take it well. Arkham is an especially difficult place for him to be for this reason, the man no longer able to find joy in something as simple as dressing however he pleases on top of being subjected to ‘treatment’ he neither wants nor believes he needs. Outside of Arkham, losing control over a situation can fluster Roman if not send him into an outright panic attack. Upon becoming one of Gotham’s Rogues, Roman spends plenty of time telling people what to do. Ordering underlings around, forcing rivals to submit to his rule, threatening his enemies - he’ll tell everyone what to do and enjoy every second of it, especially as he rises through the ranks of crime lords before reaching the top. The satisfaction of ordering politicians around and even members of the wealthy elite is so gratifying, it pleases Roman like nothing else. The only people Roman is remotely ‘obedient’ towards is either those he has to (under threat of duress) or a partner he’s particularly keen on pleasing. He’ll resent the former deeply, hating them with every fibre in his heart but the latter situation takes time before he’s comfortable doing so. Only when he’s developed enough trust in somebody else does he willingly cede control over to them.

E - Entrepreneur - How do they make money? Are they willing to take financial risks? How do they approach making deals with others?

Crime, and lots of it. Once Janus Cosmetics had been bought out by Bruce Wayne to help contend with hundreds of lawsuits resulting from the company injuring hundreds of people through hazardous chemicals, there remained very little of the grand wealth Roman had grown accustomed to enjoying. Taking what little remained, he sought to procure wealth from illegal activities instead, investing in and selling drugs on the black market before delving into the weapons industry and arms trade. Roman is decidedly more cautious about his deals since his experience of getting burned by the toxic chemicals he’d invested in during his time as a CEO but he’ll invest in anything at least once to see how it turns out, then continue conducting business should doing so turn out to be a profitable endeavour. He has few qualms about making his wealth, loaning to the desperate with punishing rates of interest he expects to be paid back, selling highly addictive drugs to anybody who has the money to purchase them and encroaching on the territory of rival groups, sweeping them into his fold before forcing them to work for him instead so he gains more control over an area and the resources within. His deals are harsh but fair since Roman knows being too oppressive to even be considered as a last resort is unlikely to bring him customers. For other criminals, few people are better at obtaining weapons as quickly and discreetly as Black Mask and Roman will gladly sell his wares to both sides, not caring about the damage done so long as he profits from the conflict.

[rangerdew]

i cant read another oemori chapter right now like oh my god. like bless me i cannae do it. i am just not emotionally prepared to read another chapter of oemori of lolix personalcanonhood or whatever. plumbago/fish hook update. fuck me 

[mercmenagerie]

"You know," Maxime begins after adjusting the mostly empty snifter of cognac on a flimsy paper napkin, turning borrowed eyes toward his guest, a slight smile on the copy Sniper's lips. Usually, the mask and suit dragged too much attention to himself, so it was only simpler to wear somebody else for these little meetings.

"We could have simply met in private somewhere if you needed to speak so… urgently." Mannerisms a curious mix of the Australian's and the Frenchman's as he passively surveys the hazy bar over his confidant's shoulder; he keeps the outward appearances flawless while spare looks and speech patterns remain his own. A jukebox sits in the far corner, a neon effigy to today's most popular music, and was currently being roughed up by two drunken idiots who'd been playing pool up until they decided they didn't like the song anymore. If Maxime's memory served him well, it might be an Elvis song. What a racket. He wasn't a fan of American rock and roll; the loud, twangy guitars and all the shouting; it was a mess.

"Either way, it must be quite the gossip if you need a crowded room to feel safe enough to share." Channelling a modicum of that effortless masculinity the Sniper has, he flags down the bartender and orders another brandy. If he was going to blend in and sit here, he might as well have a drink while listening to whatever world-ending intel the other has to share.

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[godzexperiment]

thinking about how nix's unbothered, chill nature is so very fought for+stitched together bricked up walls. plus often the way he can adapt, adjust so much even subconsciously... it's not always an accurate reflection of how he is. (he does shift to try be "tolerable" around others etc even if he's more relaxed with somebody) and how it's kind of contrary to how he works. he feels so much, so strongly. his brain is full of noise from countless thoughts spinning through it at all times.