#PI verse

[lfthinkerwrites]

Which character should Enigma interact with in a oneshot?

[lfthinker]

April 2nd, pt. ten

Title: Downfall

Chapter Title: April 2nd, pt. ten

Fandom: Batman

Rating: T

Chapter Summary: Edward Nigma, private investigator, reaches his final destination.

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"I'll tell Montoya and Cash to head to the East Side. They were in Coventry last I checked." Which meant they were close, but Jason was closer. He didn't wait for Bruce's response, shutting the sequencer off and shoving it back into his jacket pocket before getting out of his chair and picking up a duffel bag he'd brought with him. Bruce was wasting his time in the Bowery. Strange knew who he was. If this was his and Joker's scheme, then there was only one place he would send the Clown, as an extra 'screw you' to Bruce. Jason ran out the door, down the stairs, and out the side door of the building, into the alleyway. His bike was still there, parked next to a dumpster halfway down the alley. He opened the top box of the motorcycle, placed the duffel bag on the seat, and unzipped it. He reached inside, pulled out a pair of desert eagle pistols, and placed them into the top box. He also placed three flashbang grenades, a .9 mm, and spare ammunition clips. Harley wouldn't have a full army with her, but she wouldn't be alone either. 

[i-ate-the-rats]

hehehehe oh shit indefinite sad dark shadow (⊙ˍ⊙).

[cat-with-a-keyboard]

actually being a prog fan by way of hirasawa is really funny because it literally does prime you for being a king crimson fan Musically except for me also not because it doesnt slap hard enough.

[hug-kiss-marry-kill]

[bvlvnhan]

"If you start to lecture me... I'm going to start reciting of the numbers of Pi to you."

Oh, it’s as if he knew the man was about to make a comment — several of them, in fact.

Caio stares at Rohan with his hand propped up on the heel of his hand, with a slightly judgemental expression flickering across his face. The “threat” that his companion levied at him didn’t deter him too much from voicing whatever criticism he had ready. Instead, it begged the question of how many digits Rohan knew and why he knew them. He’s not going to bother with wondering whether or not it was a reasonable response ( it was not ), just as he isn’t going to warn Rohan away from doing it Rohan’s likely going to anyway, given the response he’s about to throw at him…

“Are you going to start reciting as I’m talking or are you going to wait until I finish?” the surgeon asks, but he doesn’t really wait for an answer, “Because I can wait to say “I told you so” until you’ve got a reasonable amount of digits queued up in your head if it’s the former.”

A hand is lifted to gesture a bit while he speaks. “Did I not say — last night — that drinking as much as you did was excessive? Do you recall what you said in response to that?” Caio does. “You said “Says the non-drinker” and you argued with me about what is and isn’t too much. You also had to be carried home… and bit me three times.”

“You don’t want to be lectured? Maybe don’t drink that much to begin with.”

( unprompted - @illicitlifc )

[yeonban]

Tobias is always wearing the latest fashion & using the allegedly latest gadgets (<-most of which don't actually exist on the market bc they're made at Wammy's or specifically created for him alone) but his house only has the minimum technology required to function & even That is placed strategically in rooms he rarely goes into and typically no guests can access. NEVER in his bedroom or hangout rooms where he typically speaks in (<-except the gaming/TV room, for obvious reasons). He too knows how to hack systems, so he's more than aware of how easy it can be for sb who works in the field to grab a hold of his stuff and use it to their advantage if they wanted to.

Blud doesn't even have CCTV cameras installed anywhere because he doesn't want them to be hacked into & used to spy on him instead, so whenever he wants to find/retrieve footage of anything, he either hacks into the city's surveillance cameras, looks at the cameras his various friends have installed around their houses/headquarters/territories/etc or finds someone who can access relevant visuals from the inside (i.e police/fbi/cia agents etc) 😭 the only cases in which he'd install cameras is if he'd know sb is after him & he wanted to misdirect them with fake info about his life/schedule/routine/etc, but they'd be promptly taken down afterwards anyway.

[ohsunshine]

[ hold ]  –  for the sender’s muse to hold the receiver’s muse by the face / neck gently and brush their thumbs along their cheeks to get them to focus on them. [ hey what if. Louis and Daniel ] / ( @byteing )

It's hard, in the aftermath of the interview. It's hard, adjusting to a new way of life. Daniel always considered himself fairly adaptable, rolling with whatever might come up in an interview and later molding it into something coherent and usable. As it turns out, he's not so flexible in his personal life. He's an old man, stuck in his ways, and his life has been turned upside down.

That doesn't stop him shuffling towards the bathroom first thing, when he's still half-asleep and he's barely opened his eyes. It doesn't stop him trudging to the expensive coffee machine tucked away in the staff kitchen, and it certainly doesn't stop his stomach lurching each time he glances at the clock and thinks he's missed his morning or evening meds. None of it's necessary any more, but it's all a matter of habit, thanks to a lifetime of being human.

The only saving grace is Louis, his flatmate-slash-vampiric mentor. It should be his Maker, Daniel thinks no less than forty-eight times a day, and then he always follows that thought up with the consolation that he wanted Louis to be his Maker, anyway, so does it really matter?

The yawning, aching Maker-shaped hole in his chest cries out that yes, yes, it matters! Why isn't he here? Where is he? Viciously, Daniel hopes he can feel it, but if his own emptiness is anything to go by, he thinks that he probably can't.

He finds himself like this, stirred from his self-pitying reverie by Louis, far more often than he cares to admit. Daniel blinks, his eyes flickering restlessly to that same distressed orange Armand wore so well, and then they settle on Louis and clear into his own cold blue-green.

Daniel hasn't asked, but he imagines it hasn't been easy on Louis, either. He wonders if his presence is a reminder of someone Louis would rather forget, but he's scared of what he might say if asked, so he keeps his doubts to himself. Instead, he closes his eyes and bows his head, chasing the vampiric coolness and comfort of Louis' touch.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm here," he grumbles goodnaturedly, turning his head to kiss Louis' palm. "No, hey, don't stop. S'nice." Hopefully, he noses against his fingers, a distraction for both of them, something to lighten the heaviness that lingers between them even now.

[lfthinkerwrites]

Edward Nigma, knowing that his daughter is a lesbian and therefore will never be interested in any of the Wayne boys.

Edward Nigma, remembering that Wayne has a daughter and that she may be the worst of them all.

[lfthinker]

Confrontation

Title: Downfall

Chapter Title: Confrontation

Fandom: Batman

Rating: M

Chapter Summary:

Penelope confronts Sharp for the final time.

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"Of course," Sharp responded with a wave of his hand. Penelope listened as the heavy footsteps of the guards retreated. Once the door shut, the Mayor's expression changed. His shoulders relaxed, and his eyes grew soft. "Penelope," he said. "My poor girl. My poor, dear girl." Chills of revulsion shot up her back. Thankfully, Sharp didn't take a step forward. "I can't begin to tell you how worried I was when I heard the news," he continued. "I am so relieved that you're safe." Penelope remained silent. She didn't trust her voice just yet. She looked at the Mayor, heard his sickly, hypocritical words, and wanted nothing more than to slit his throat. "I'm so glad that you wanted to see me, though I don't understand why we had to meet here. I've tried calling you," he said. "Gordon told me that you were in the hospital for evaluation. Are you alright?" His voice faltered at the cold silence. "Penelope?" he asked again. "Did you hear me? Are you alright?" He reached his hand out.

"Don't," she hissed. Sharp withdrew his hand back quickly as if he'd touched a hot stove. He looked scandalized. "Yes, I'm alive," she continued. "How inconvenient for you."

[stormlit]

❝ i know what you are, daniel molloy. ❞ for a moment, that is all fred says, imagining herself with the moody gravitas of angel, but then her face cracks into a smile and she is once again just fred: wide-eyed and talkative, with a half-eaten burrito in her hand. ❝ man, angel must feel so cool all the time, talking like that. it's the eyes, i know what they mean. it's totally okay! one of my best friends is a vampire. also my boss. it's the same guy, we work together. and yeah, i kinda heard how the i have a vampire friend thing sounded once i said it. words always just fall outta my mouth like it's raining sentences. ❞

there was, somewhere, a point fred had intended to make. she chews her food slowly and tries to remember what it was, before it had gotten lost. oh! right. vampire, human, that whole thing. ❝ uh, so you really shouldn't eat me. i'm real scrawny, anyway. ❞

@pluresque (daniel) liked for a starter

[freyafrida]

wwii era poster featuring "in flanders fields" and the wwi vimy memorial

[hug-kiss-marry-kill]

[blacksvans]

&. 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. / ❛ wait, you think i’m cute? ❜ @smileflowcr

Los colores se le suben al rostro cuando Soohyun le repite lo que ha dicho, sintiéndose de inmediato nervioso tanto que el eucalipto fresco de su esencia se oculta un poco y las manos le sudan, jugando con los anillos en sus dedos. ❝ Yo- lo lamento, ¿ha sido un comentario inapropiado? Es que nunca había hablado con un lobo lindo de otra manada… ❞ Y al parecer seguía hundiéndose, alzando las dos palmas para moverlas frenéticamente delante del lobo del norte. ❝ Digo, nunca había tenido una conversación a solas con un lobo ajeno a mi manada. Tampoco es que crea que esta conversación es inapropiada, porque somos dos chicos conociéndose ¿cierto? ❞ No es como si estuviesen en proceso de cortejo ni nada parecido, pero Eunho parecía solo soltar las palabras que su cerebro le dictaba. Lindo y cortejo, lindo y cortejo, era un mantra constante y su lobo interior entra en pánico. ❝ Si quieres que me vaya, solo debes decirlo… lo siento. ❞

[ladyseidr]

no one here knows how many d.c-related characters i've Actually RPed but just prior to tumblr rp

[astraebled]

‘ i love the sound you make when you shut the fuck up. ’

★ |  * ⋆      -   -  - –  INBOX !  *  ﹡                  ﹡     ✧ * ☇  ( @killrate ! )

. "----??!"

Startled by the new sound (and, frankly, the unprovoked nature of the comment), his head whips around swiftly -- eyes of gold meeting his own. The night has by now covered the skies with its blankets of stars, and while that means reduced visibility and color perception - he still sees the bright shade of her hair stand out in the obscurity.

She's a very fiery addition to their team. And clearly, she has already picked up some habits from them - like making fun of him.

He knows, by now, that saying anything - anything - is nothing but a source of satisfaction. So turns back around - tries to keep his mouth shut.

. "...I didn't even say anything." He ends up protesting regardless, half-muttered & ( embarassingly, involuntarily ) bordering on the edge of whine -- which makes him shrink into the edge of his worn-out cloak.

He can hear her snicker from behind his back. .

This is 3 years old and I lost the meme ✘ ― NOT ACCEPTING