#tagging is hard

[speakingtruthfully]

Another Dead on main writing prompt: outsider pov for dead on main.

Jess likes to think she’s normal.

Sure, she works for a crime lord but, Red Hood is actually a decent guy. He only hurts people who deserve it, he kills rapists and murders, and he protects kids. Last week, jess saw Red Hood help a kid with their English homework! Honestly, she’d probably marry him if he wasn’t so difficult to talk to. The dude’s social skills need some serious work.

They had just finished taking down a trafficking ring and Hood had taken the kids who didn’t have somewhere to go, to their warehouse. It wasn’t very homey but, the kids seemed comfortable. Hood had given Jess his phone and told her to deal with any calls he receives, before walking away back to the kids.

That was almost an hour ago.

Now, the goons and kids alike were all sitting at this bar counter as Hood cooked them dinner. Seriously? The guy can cook? Maybe Jess will just fix those social skills herself. One of the kids were deep into a story about how Hood had saved her before.

“-there was blood everywhere! It was so gross.” The kid- she looks about five- giggled as she spoke, “Then, Hood gave me one of his knives and said sorry but he had to go. He told me to stay in the area and that he would come back for me.” She looked down then admitted, “I was scared, and I ran.” She then speaks a little louder, “I’m sorry, Hood.”

Hood stopped what he was doing and moved his hands to take his helmet off as he turned around. Hood lifted his helmet and- yep. Jess is so fucked. The guy is beautiful. He smiles at the kid, leans down on the counter to be at a similar height and claims, “It’s okay, Sweetheart.” Then, he asks, “What’s your name?”

She smiles brightly, “My name is Emiline! But everyone calls me Emy.”

“Nice to meet you, Emy. You can call me Hood or Red.” Hood says gently to the kid.

She tilts her head and asks, “You don’t have a nickname?”

“Red Hood is basically my nickname. I picked it myself.”

“Okay!” Emy shouts. “But, why did you pick Red Hood as a name then?”

“That’s- That is not a story for kids.” Hood looks down as he speaks. Or at least Jess thinks so, she can’t really tell with his domino mask on.

“What?!”

“Oh, come on!”

“Really?!”

“Hood, we’re alley kids. We aren’t scared easy!”

Emy nods, “Yeah! Please Hood?”

Hood pauses, thinking it over. Then replies as he moves back to the Spaghetti he’s making, “Maybe tomorrow.”

“Okay!” Emy shouts.

“Hey boss?” George speaks up. George is a pretty nice guy. He has offered to walk Jess home after they get done with work, multiple times. He always smiles and is kind to her. Fuck. Maybe she should be crushing on George instead of their boss.

“Yeah?” Hood asks.

“Why aren’t we-” He gets cut off by the sound of a phone ringing.

Oh fuck. It’s Hood’s phone. The one he trusted Jess with. She clears her throat before answering, “Mr. Hood is currently busy at the moment and won’t be willing to talk until tomorrow.” She looks questioningly at her boss. He nods in response.

“Oh?” The person asks with a laugh.

“Sorry.” Is all she says before hanging up.

Before she can say anything the phone rings again. She answers, “Mr. Hood is currently not available. If this is important leave a message or call back tomorrow.”

“It’s important.”

“Okay. then, what’s your message?” she asks the person.

The person laughs and Jess ignores the urge to hang up, “Tell Hood that his husband is trying to reach him.”

What?

Did Jess hear that right?

“I’m sorry. Can you repeat that?” Jess asks just to make sure.

“Tell Hood that His husband wouldn’t have to call his work phone if he would answer his texts.” Hood’s husband(?) says.

So. Jess heard right then. “Would you give me a moment?” She asks rhetorically as she places the call on hold. She slowly places the phone on the counter and mumbles under her breath, “What the fuck.”

“Everything okay, Jess?” Hood asks.

She looks up at him and stumbles over her words, “Ev- everything is fine. Nothing t- to worry about.”

“Are you sure?” Hood asks again.

Jess nods, “Yeah. I’m just a little shocked.”

Hood tilts his head in question, “What was the message?”

“Um,” She gives a look of confusion as she says, “Your husband wants you to answer your texts.”

Hood freezes. Actually the whole room freezes. No one dares to speak. Hood slowly reaches inside his jacket grabbing something from a hidden pocket. Once he has his hand is back out of his coat, Jess can see that Hood grabbed a phone. She watches as he presses what she assumes is the power button and the screen doesn’t light up. The phone is dead.

“Fuck.” Hood mutters. Then, he quickly places the phone on the counter and holds his hand out in front of Jess.

Right.

She has Hood’s ‘work phone’. She picks the phone up off where she put it on the counter, and then hands it to her boss.

Hood quickly takes it off hold and speaks before the other person can, “Before you say anything, just know that my phone died.” Jess can’t hear what Hood’s husband is saying on the other side of the call. “You already know I can.” Hood flirts? HELLO?! The guy is flirting with- OH RIGHT! Jess don’t be an idiot. Let the guy flirt with his husband. “I will, baby.” Jess hears HER BOSS mutter to his husband. As if remembering he isn’t alone, Hood looks around the room calmly.

He clears his throat before changing his tone slightly and asking, “So, what did you call about?” Whatever Hood’s husband says makes Hood laugh. “Really?” He asks in disbelief. He shakes his head before continuing, “By author. Is there any other way to organize a bookshelf?” He rhetorically asks. What The Fuck. Is jess witnessing the CRIME LORD Red Hood be domestic?!

She looks to her left and gives George a look that says ‘Are you seeing this shit?’ He slowly nods in response.

[sinning-with-dragons]

let him go apeshit !! let him go absolutely bonkers, i say !!

[battscalamity]

i made these at like 2am idk man

theres more then this but ill post them later im lazy

edit: i made more here (hope the link works)

[mintaikkcorpse]

"You can't ship that! It's toxic!" Aww, baby doesn't know how fandom works <3333☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️

[yourloveinred]

drawn for thee tordeddfriday !!

[mimikxxu]

//Hermitshipping / trafficshipping!!

Some sleepy Scarian because I adore them </3

One day I’ll clean this up and maybe actually do Lineart but for now, it’s just flat colours and coloured sketch<3

[indmtbleswrdsmn]

No way in hell teen dean could deal with his family without a cigarette break and adult dean seems like the kind of guy to have zyns and ketcup packets in his pockets

[drachenmagier]

Doodling. :D

[sunaslayss]

hello Meronia nation! for my media class i had to make a celebrity gossip magazine and OBVIOUSLY i made it death note themed. like what else was i supposed to do with all this brain rot.

anyway this issue features mello being interviewed about the dating rumors between him and near (which he strongly denies)… except he just ends up making it 1000% worse LMAOO. he’s sooo weird about near it’s insane (same tho).

the writing part was actually so hard bc i’m not naturally a witty person so it took wayy longer than it should’ve BUT i survived 😭.

also this is my first post whaaaat. i don’t plan on becoming a regular poster or anything but i had to share this for the fellow Meronia truthers out there.

(i also made a matsulight one but it’s not finished yet so i’m holding off on posting it )

ok toodles~

[aisiedaisie]

Helllllo!! Could you maybe do a wolfstar x reader (or anyone if you don’t do that :))) with a reader who lovesssss makeup and has like a big collection and spends a bunch of money on it and maybe the boys being super intrigued or confused by it? <3

Hello hello~!!! Thank you for this amazing idea! I wasn’t sure if you were asking for romantic or platonic wolfstar but I may have gone the romantic route. I hope you enjoy it!

Also, it seems I am utterly incapable of writing short stories... Hopefully you don't mind!

Poly! Wolfstar x Fem!Reader WC: 2k

You breathe out, the exhale a soft puff that lingers in the chilly air. Your fingers run through your hair, frustration creeping up your spine.

It's a mess—which wasn’t new for days like this. The winter winds have stolen every ounce of moisture, leaving your strands dry and unruly. The static makes each strand stand on end, refusing to fall into place as you try to tame them with a bit of leave-in conditioner.

But today, of all days, it needs to cooperate.

You glance in the mirror, taking in your reflection. This is the first time you're hosting date night at your place, and after hours of prepping dinner, tidying up every inch of the apartment, your hair had become the least cooperative part of the evening. You sigh, trying to smooth the mess down, but it feels hopeless.

A light knock on the door pulls your attention away, snapping you out of your frustration. Your heart gives a flutter, and you take a moment to steady your nerves. The knocking continues, a little more insistent, and you curse under your breath as you give your reflection one last look. Your cream knit sweater and well-worn jeans are fine—fine—but not exactly what you'd imagined wearing on such a special evening. It’s casual, maybe too much so, but you tell yourself to let it go. You smooth down the hem and force a shy smile.

The door creaks open, and you greet them with a soft, sweet "Hey." Your voice betrays a touch of nerves, but you stand tall, holding the door wide open as you invite them inside.

Remus and Sirius stand frozen in the hallway just outside your door, their eyes taking in your appearance with an intensity that makes you feel as though they're seeing straight through you. A soft smile spreads across Remus’s face, while Sirius’s lips curl into a wolfish grin. They both seem to sense the knot of anxiety in your chest, reading it effortlessly, as if it was as obvious as the frazzled mess of your hair.

"Hey, dove, you okay there?" Remus asks, his voice a gentle murmur as he bends down, pressing a warm kiss to the crown of your head. The sudden contact sends a spark of calm through you, though the tightness in your stomach doesn’t quite fade.

"Yeah, you look a bit nervous," Sirius adds, his tone teasing yet soft. His lips brush your cheek in a quick kiss as he steps past you into the flat, his eyes flicking over the space, taking in the cozy chaos of your preparations.

The living room, while small, is filled with the soft charm of the season. A few scattered holiday decorations dot the space—pine cones nestled in a crystal dish on the dark wood coffee table, their spiced scent mingling with the candles burning nearby. The flickering lights cast a warm glow across the room, the air thick with the comforting scent of mulled cider and cinnamon, drifting lazily from the kitchen.

They’ve been here before, of course. They’ve picked you up for dates, lingered in the living room while you finished getting ready. But tonight, it’s different. Tonight, they’re not just picking you up. They’re settling in, staying awhile, and something in the atmosphere shifts. The space feels fuller, more alive somehow, even with the quiet tension you’re trying so hard to hide.

"Come on in, make yourselves at home," you say, your voice a little steadier now, though still laced with uncertainty. You close the door behind them, your fingers brushing along the handle as you take their coats and drape them over the back of the couch. It’s a small gesture, but it feels grounding, giving you something to focus on.

You lead them into the dining room, where the table is set in preparation for dinner. White tealights glow softly, casting delicate shadows on the polished surface. Your nice dinner plates gleam under the candlelight, silverware set just so, ready to be used. It’s a simple, intimate setup, and for a fleeting moment, you wonder if it’s enough.

Remus pauses in the center of the room, scanning the flat before turning back to you with a gentle smile. “Do you mind if I use the restroom, love?” he asks, his voice soft but carrying a hint of amusement as he looks around the space, searching for the door.

You smile softly, pointing down the hallway. "It’s the second door on the left," you say, your voice light.

Remus nods with a grateful look before darting down the hallway, eager to relieve himself. Sirius watches him go with a shake of his head, chuckling under his breath. "He’s had to pee since we got to your street," Sirius says, his tone laced with affection and amusement.

You can’t help but laugh, your fingers busying themselves with pouring warm cider into mugs. 

That’s when you hear Remus’s voice, sharp and full of surprise. "What the hell?"

A rush of concern flutters through you, catching your breath. You freeze, the warm cider sloshing in the cup you hold, spilling a few droplets as you try to make sense of his exclamation. What did I forget? Was it your hairbrush on the counter again? No... you made sure it was put away. You rack your brain for a moment, but nothing stands out.

Sirius, ever the quick one, is already walking down the hall, following the sound of Remus’s voice. You move to follow, two steps behind him, a strange tightness settling in your chest.

You watch as they reach the second door on the right, and your eyes widen.

Sirius peeks in first, curiosity piqued, and his voice rings out with a hint of amusement. "Moons?" he asks, stepping into the space. He tilts his head to look around, his gaze landing on the long white vanity in front of them. Your heart skips a beat as you catch up, now standing in the doorway just behind them.

The vanity stretches out before you, gleaming under the soft light. Clear storage cabinets line the sides of the mirror, each one filled to the brim with various cosmetics: lipsticks in shades you can’t even name, neatly arranged bottles of foundation, and an assortment of brushes that you’d long since given up organizing. Your cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and mild surprise, realizing they’ve stumbled upon your private little collection.

Sirius raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued, while Remus stands there, his expression somewhere between shock and genuine curiosity. The air between the three of you crackles with unspoken words as you stand in the doorway, feeling every bit of their gaze on the cluttered, yet carefully curated, space.

Your lips press together as you try to formulate an explanation, feeling a wave of heat rise in your cheeks. What can I possibly say now that they've seen all of this? You stand there, torn between embarrassment and amusement, watching the two of them as they take in the sight of your beauty room.

“Holy shit, love, I knew you liked makeup, but I didn’t think you liked it this much,” Sirius says, his tone an odd mix of shock and awe. He steps closer, eyes roving over the meticulously organized rows of products. Beside him, Remus examines the array with a look of sheer bewilderment.

“You... you actually use all of this?” he asks, gesturing to the overflowing drawers, as if struggling to comprehend.

You nod shyly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Not all at once, of course, but... yeah.” You glance over at them, hoping they’re not overwhelmed.

Sirius reaches out, his eyes lighting up as he picks up a familiar tube. “This is the lipstick I bought you for Valentine’s Day,” he murmurs, a fond smile spreading across his face. He turns the deep red Gucci lipstick in his fingers, the one he’d surprised you with on that special day. It’s a brand you’d never splurge on for yourself, and the fact that he remembers only softens the moment.

Remus clears his throat, breaking the quiet. “Alright, hang on—I really need to pee, but we are so talking about this when I get back.” He gives you a quick, reassuring smile before dashing out of the room, leaving you alone with Sirius, who is still absorbing the scope of your collection.

Noticing your discomfort, Sirius settles himself into the plush chair in front of your vanity mirror. He catches your eye in the reflection, a mischievous gleam brightening his gaze. “Love, can you do my makeup?” His grey eyes lock with yours, and you can’t help but laugh, shaking your head.

“What do you want, Siri?” you ask, moving to stand behind him, your hands instinctively finding their way into his dark, unruly curls. His eyes flutter shut as he leans back into your touch, a low groan escaping his lips.

“Reggie’s been wearing eyeliner lately, and it actually looks pretty cool. Can you do that for me?” he asks, keeping his eyes closed, totally at ease.

A sweet hum escapes you as you think it over. “Are we talking waterline or a wing?” you ask, fingers combing gently through his hair.

“Which one’s easier?” he asks, eyes cracking open to meet yours, genuine curiosity lighting his face.

“For you? Probably a wing,” you explain with a smile, reaching over his shoulder to grab your favorite liquid liner. “Putting it in your waterline can get uncomfortable. I’ll go easy on you.”

He chuckles, a small smirk forming as he settles in, clearly ready for whatever you’re about to do.

Remus steps back into the room, his hands settling on your hips with an easy familiarity. You feel his warmth as you focus, steadying the felt-tip pen and carefully flicking it to form the perfect wing at the corner of Sirius’s closed eyes.

“And what exactly are you two up to?” he asks, voice laced with fond amusement. His hazel eyes shine with a soft curiosity, watching as you carefully hover over Sirius.

You glance up, meeting his gaze with a playful smile. “Just spreading my love of makeup,” you quip, your voice light with humor.

At that, Sirius opens his eyes slowly, catching sight of himself in the vanity mirror. The sharp lines of the eyeliner bring a new edge to his look, making his grey eyes look strikingly intense. A small, satisfied grin spreads across his face as he takes in the transformation. “Damn—I look good.”

“When don’t you look good?” Remus laughs, shaking his head as he leans in closer. There’s a warmth in his gaze, a kind of love that makes the room feel cozier.

You smile, leaning across Sirius once more to reach for your favorite lip oil. Without a second thought, you swipe it across your lips, the slight sheen catching the light before you turn, tiptoeing to press a soft, lingering kiss to Remus’s lips. He blinks in surprise, feeling the film of oil on his lips, and a bashful smile spreads across your face.

“There. Now you’re dolled up too,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

Remus’s cheeks flush, and he lets out a quiet laugh. “Lucky me,” he replies, squeezing your hips gently.

You dart your gaze away, the warmth of the moment lingering as your eyes catch the soft glow of the digital clock on the corner of your vanity. The numbers blink back at you, a gentle reminder of time ticking by.

With a small sigh, you reluctantly shake yourself out of the cozy, dreamlike bubble surrounding the three of you. “We should head back out. I’ve got dinner in the oven.”

Sirius groans dramatically but rises from the chair, throwing you an affectionate look as he reaches out to link his arm with yours. Remus follows, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder, the three of you moving back into the warmth of the dining room, surrounded by candlelight and the smell of cider that fills the air like a promise of a perfect evening ahead.

[sleepyeepyp3rson]

jackie and wilson - simon "ghost" riley x female!reader

an: for 🍂 anon! this came out darker than i expected (accidentally made simon a stalker???? what the scallop????) hope it's decent :3

tw: stalking, ghost has a "she can fix me" complex, breaking and entering, manipulation (? maybe? tagging it just to be sure,) implied smut (like two sentences and they're not even freaky freaky,) ghost acts like a lost puppy and i am HERE FOR IT

(masterlist)

For some reason, he can't stop thinking about the bird from the bar.

You'll save him. Calm the constant edge always lurking in him, or maybe you wouldn't care. Maybe you'll accept him as he is. All of him, even the dead and buried parts.

He's just got to find you first. And he does, using some sources stalking you to find your little apartment.

Not very secure, he can slip all the way up the fire escape, smoke a whole pack of cigarettes, and listen to you chatter away on the phone in the other room. He gathers intel about you from the trinkets and your chirped answers on your calls, and maybe he even takes a few things of yours. Just to sate him. He makes a note to install some security systems later. After you start trusting him with the key to your flat.

He learns enough about you to come up to you at the next bar. To make polite conversation, to pretend to be a less intense version of himself.

He takes you home. You call him baby and run your hands through his hair, he takes off the mask. An equal exchange, a fair compensation for his efforts. This is probably what Johnny meant by "courting you." He's just going about this as a proper gentleman should.

And a proper gentleman he will be. As long as you need him to. He'll be good, the best there ever was. The most outstanding in his feild.

By the time he wakes up, you're gone again. And he lights another cigarette.

[intotheelliwoods]

Oh boy, I barely know how to begin explaining this! More SU AU!

Larimar is a carving gem! And in the years that Sprout was alone with just himself, or Poptart, he would carve little figurines of everyone he remembered in the war so he would not forget! Larimars are made to build statues after all! He kept them all in the basement of the gem temple with the corrupted gems!

The figures he ended up carving included Oneion, and the commander of Lee, whomst he had shattered in the war, so Lee is a bit pissed at him for that oops

Lee belongs to @v-albion and Oneion belongs to @dianagj-art !!

Bonus:

another bonus, something something poptart rescue mission:

[matsaysyes]

I have massive brain rot for them right now and it won’t go away. They have single-handedly chucked me back into the Pokemon fandom and I’m not as mad about it as I thought would be.

[ratchet-hatchet]

He's just a lil guy

[tobbled]

Got really high last night and drew Lazlo

[your-dear-memmy]

Saiouma except Kokichi purposefully flirted with Shuichi just to queerbait the audience... And it worked.