#this is both an ooc and in character answer

[ebodebo]

summary: jason todd "red hood" is on the hunt for the director and his accomplice, blueprint, gotham's most notourious art theives.

pairing: jason todd "red hood" x art thief "blueprint!" reader

a/n: HELLO let me start by saying that ik the director is already a thing, so i'm not claiming to have come up with the name! i just thought it fit well with this character. also, jason might be a little ooc, BUT it's okay bc he's still eating. ALSO i'm pretty new to the fandom, so plz go easy on me if i missed some details, or if it's not completely accurate. i tried my best. with that said, i hope you all enjoy!

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Chasing The Mask

A heavy dew settles over the city, along with a light fall of freezing rain. It would almost be calming if you didn't know it was Gotham. One of the most crime-ridden cities in the world. Full of crooks and villains alike. 

Among the haze of rain and sleet, a vigilante sits perched on the top of one of the city's most renowned museums, The Metropolitan. The Red Hood, so he calls himself. While most nights he goes out into the night by himself, to his dismay, tonight he is accompanied by his heroine brother, Nightwing.

The Metropolitan is filled with some of the most exquisite pieces of art made by some highly famed artists, from Van Gogh to Basquiet. It is home to a most priceless collection, indeed. 

Of course, with such valuable pieces, the museum has been the target of numerous theft attempts, and tonight is no exception. 

"You didn't have to come," Red Hood snarkily says as he leans against the red brick encasing the rooftop exit door. 

"Just trynna' help out." The honesty in his voice makes Red Hood roll his eyes. He doesn't necessarily hate Nightwing but he thinks he's too smug for his own good. An entitled, know-it-all. But they are brothers, after all. So, there is a sense of undeniable care there. 

"I've got it taken care of." Red Hood counters, crossing his arms. His tone is almost defensive. Does Nightwing believe he can't catch a simple art thief? Like he's some kind of amateur?

"Is that right?" Nightwing questions, crossing his arms, too.

"Yes." Defensive, again. 

"Because, last time I checked, The Director and Blueprint are still running around Gotham." Nightwing accused. 

"Way to state the obvious, Dick." Red Hood enunciated his name. Dick was used to Hood using his name as a homonym, often. 

"I'm waiting." Hood finally answered his question after the insult. Nightwing let out a light laugh. "For what exactly?" He pushes, uncrossing his arms and walking over to the brick wall Hood was leaning on. 

"An opportunity," Hood stated as if it was the simplest thing in the world. "Jesus Christ, Jason." Nightwing pulled his hand up to wipe across his face, which was covered by a simple black domino mask. 

"This is exactly why I didn't want you to come, Dick." Hood sighed deeply. "Talk too much." He finished, uncrossing his arms.

"Sorry, I have-" Nightwing started, but Hood quickly interrupted.

"Wait, shut up," Hood stated, putting his pointer finger in the air.

"You're really starting to piss me off." Nightwing exhales, anger simmering off his body. 

"Dick, I'm serious," Hood says, turning his head to look around the roof. "You hear that?" He questions.

"Hear wha-?"

"Boys." Hood and Nightwing quickly turn to see Blueprint emerging behind the bricked rooftop door they were leaning on. 

"Blueprint," they simultaneously say. "What are you two doing here?" you ask, tilting your head. Nightwing is quick to respond. "We could ask you the same thing."

"A woman never reveals her secrets." You chirp, pointing your finger at both of them. You walk closer to them, smiling. "It's actually good to see you both." 

"Wish we could say the same." Hood finally speaks. His words are gruff and gray. You rapidly turn your head towards him. It felt weird seeing him like this. Not even thirty minutes ago, you were lying in the sanctity of his warm, cozy bed in a post-orgasmic haze. It wasn't like you and him were dating, but you had met his family and shared a specific intimacy that wasn't common to either of you. 

It was a complicated situation. You knew he was Red Hood, but he had no idea you were Blueprint. You liked him, sure, but this was strictly business. There were no feelings involved. 

"Blue?" Hood questioned, tilting his head to the side in confusion.

You shake your head, absolving you of your thoughts. "Would love to stay and chat, boys, but I have some paintings to tend to." Thanks to The Director, you swivel on your heel to head toward the rooftop exit door that's been propped open. 

"That won't be happening today," Nightwing spoke, pulling out his slick-black Escrima Sticks. 

You let out a smug laugh. "And I suppose you two are going to stop me?" You crossed your arms over your chest, tilting your head. 

"That's the plan," Hood said, pulling out his weaponry, which was tucked nicely in his jacket. 

You gave a nice, wide smile before pressing the button on the small metal capsule of a lead-lined smoke grenade that had been concealed in your hand, throwing it in front of them, unleashing a cloud of smoke that covered your being as you made your getaway.

"Bye-bye, batboys." You yelled to them as you sprinted to the ajar exit door and entered the museum's stairwell.

"Fuck." Hood says through coughs as the smoke forces its way deep into his lungs. Even with smoke filling his lungs, he's still quick to spring into action, following you inside the museum, with Nightwing following hot on his trail, coughing as well.

You flew down the steps. Skipping three, even four, steps at of time. When you turned around after you got inside, they weren't even behind you, still coughing and heaving on the smoke. It was a damn shame Jason was so tall because once you scaled the second staircase, you turned to see Jason beginning the second one. Your eyes widened under your mask at how swift he was. You turned and continued sprinting as fast as your legs could go.

You could faintly hear Hood and Nightwing yell at you to stop, but you pursued down the flights downstairs, reaching the last set of stairs. 

You scrambled up as Hood came unexpectedly close and almost grabbed your arm, but you managed to escape his grasp, holding the handle of the main door and slipping inside, slamming it in his face. You breathed a sigh of relief as your legs carried you over to where The Director AKA your dad was standing, holding an authentic Da Vinci portrait. 

"Nice job, Blue." Your dad remarked, referring to the diversion you created with the bats so he could slyly take the precious art without them interfering. Though slamming the door did make an excellent barrier, you had forgotten to arm the system back, so Hood and Nightwing forcefully pushed the door open. 

"You didn't arm the door system back?" Your dad hissed, looking down at you.

"I-shit." You cursed, turning to see Hood and Nightwing standing only a few feet from where you and your dad stood. 

"You really think you're going to get away with this?" Nightwing cockily questions, stretching his arms down with his sticks in each hand. 

The Director let out a deep, guttural laugh, causing you to spin your head to face him. "Don't you see? I already have," he declared, showing the painting in his hand.

"We could still take you out." Hood points out, his eyes on The Director, as his hand slides to reach for a gadget on his signature utility belt. Though, he couldn't feel anything. Did he seriously forget to bring it?

"How are you going to do that, Hood?" The Director challenged. "Don't have that shiny belt on, do you?" He questioned, gesturing to his waist.

Hood glanced at Nightwing. "You forgot your belt?" Nightwing questioned, disbelief coating his voice.

"I could have sworn-" Hood says before shaking the rest of the sentence off. "Whatever. I don't need it." He assures, assuming a fighting position.

It was honestly true. Hood was an incredible fighter. Watching him fight was astonishing. He could move his body in ways you didn't even know were humanly possible. But, you did not want to fight him. You just wanted to appease your father by helping obtain the painting, so you could all get the hell out of there.

"Get them." Your father demanded, looking down at you. You hesitated, looking up at your father. "Did you hear me? Get them." His words came out harsher than the first, showing his agitation. 

"Come on, Blue, we won't go that hard on you." Hood snarkily remarked, and you reached for his belt wrapped around your waist. You felt a weird sense of guilt as you covertly pulled out a Batarang.

"You just gonna stand there or-" Hood starts but is interrupted by the Batarang swinging right near the side of his head. 

"I actually think I'd like to play, Red." You mischievously say, running towards Nightwing, catching him a little off guard, and extending your leg to kick him in the stomach, pushing him back, as he holds his stomach.

"Come on, Red. I won't bite." You say, making your way over to him while Nightwing is still down. You let out a powerful punch, but he's quick to move his head to the side, dodging it. 

"Actually, I think you might." He says, grabbing your extended arm and twisting it so your body turns in the other direction. 

Nightwing makes his way up. "Well, that was easier than expected." He said, wiping his hands together.

"Because I did all of the work." Hood chimed, still with your arm twisted behind your back. Their banter made for a good distraction so that you could reach into the utility belt Jason mistakenly left at your house and grabbed a stun gun. 

You turned quickly, letting go of contact with him, as Hood talked, and pressed the tazer to his forearm. Although clothed, the powerful current still hit his skin, making him drop to the floor, convulsing.

"Wanna have some fun, Grayson?" You sarcastically ask as you step closer to him. He swings his sticks in front of him in a criss-crossed pattern. 

You take his silence as an answer. "I knew you were always the boring one." You sigh, holding up the stun gun.

"That's a bat-belt." Nightwing states casually, looking over at Hood, whose body is hunched over on the ground, still convulsing. 

"Aren't you just a genius? You sneered, carefully watching him. 

"How the hell did you get bat-belt?" Nightwing gruffly questions, eyeing your hand with the stun gun. You narrow your eyes at him. "Like I said before, a woman never reveals her secrets." You quickly move towards him, though he's not so off guard. Not like Hood was. 

However, unlike a taser, a stun gun does not shoot any projectiles, and it has to be held against a body or skin to do any damage. Nightwing was standing a few feet from you so the stun gun would do you no good. 

But, you don't even get a chance to use it because he's quick to knock the stun gun out of your hand and uses his stick to hit across the museum, a ways from any of you. 

"Ah, I get it," Nightwing says, letting his sticks rest on his side. You tilt your head to the side. "Get what?" You shouldn't be indulging him. You should be kicking his ass, but with Hood down, Nightwing wasn't going to be so much work. Plus, in between fighting them, your dad had slipped away, leaving you to do the damage control. 

"You got it from Jason, right? Well, stole." He dragged out the last word. 

"It's not really stealing if he leaves it in my apartment. Is it?" You retort smugly.

"Of course he did." As he finishes his sentence, you realize you two have been talking for a while. Well, in hindsight, in normal conversation, no, but this is supposed to be a fight, not a catch-up. Wait, I haven't heard Hood? Upon this epiphany, you turn to see an empty spot where Hood laid.

"Where-where did he go?" You stutter, deciphering when he could have left and how you didn't hear him.

"Oh, Jason?" Nightwing starts. "He left a while ago—once you turned around, actually." He coolly says this, sliding his sticks back on through the straps on the back of his suit.

This was a diversion, and you were stupid enough to fall for it. Shit, your dad is going to be so pis-

"Got em'," You hear Hood's voice echo off the walls as he walks in with your father, ropes tied around his hands and ankles, painting in hand. He handed him off to Nightwing as he placed the art back in its place.

You and Hood watched as Nightwing dragged him through the exit door you all came in through.

"So, heard you stole from me?" Hood tuts, shifting closer to you. 

"Like I said to your brother, it's not stealing if you leave it in my apartment." You retaliate, your throat drying as he moves closer.

"It's still mine." He's now standing right in front of you. You feel flustered at the proximity but cannot let it show. He would never let you live it down. 

"And I want it back," he casually says, his hands ghosting over your waist, housing the belt in question.

You look straight up at him. "Take it then." You swear you could hear him inhale deeply at your suggestive words, but you don't ask. 

His hands wander to the belt, hanging a little low on you. You swear he holds his fingers on the front part just to tease you, and if that was the goal, fuck, did he succeed. But you wouldn't tell him that. His ego is already huge. His fingers leave the front portion of the belt and continue dragging slowly along the sides until he reaches the back to unclasp it, and pull it off of you.

Once he steps back, you release a breath you didn't even know you were holding. "I would leave now." He suggests, wrapping the belt around his own waist. "You know, before the police get here."

"Okay." You felt like he had just put you under a spell. You are willingly agreeing with him. He can sense this, too, and smirks under his mask at your cooperation. 

"Night, Blue." He says as he turns to the rooftop top exit door, pushing it slightly.

"Goodnight, Red." You say, releasing a sigh of relief once he steps outside the door.

"Oh my God." You say to yourself. "That was-" You pause, taking a deep breath. "Do I like Red Hood?" You question, thinking. "No. Definitely not. It was nothing." You lie to yourself. You had only ever slept with the guy, so it just had to be the undeniable sexual tension between you two. That’s all. Right?

You thank God when you push open the rooftop door that Hood isn't hovering behind the door, listening to you essentially try to deny, and fail, expressing your feelings for him.

It is so nice for Hood that stairwells offer a safe place during storms, but they also offer space for a secret spot, just like the one Hood implemented into the walls of The Metropoliton some years ago.

He used to hide from criminals chasing him through the museum, which happened quite frequently, but now he was using it to simply make sure you left okay. But who knew it would double as a way to hear about your secret love confession? Certainly not him. 

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taglist: @artemis-b-writes @sceletaflores @yuenity @starsofang

[rennelelorren]

Why do y'all write Tobirama wearing a woman's traditional wedding clothes in those arranged marriage ff....

Do you all really believe this man would lowered his pride to actually wear it?

[askthelordsinblack]

My queerplatonic partner drew this and wanted me to send it to y’all. Opinions?

Please send her blessings, she drew it in her math workbook on the bus and she is going to get in. So much trouble

Oh dear. That’s not good— sending her blessings!

It looks… like me if I was wearing a weed crown. Far from terrible, I look adorable- as I should.

[ask-tssb]

It still doesn’t make sense to me. Why did Project Lambda only have one test subject? Giving up over a single failure isn’t very scientific.

// biggest reason is that it's fiction and sometimes you need to suspend your disbelief. the story element in question is semi-common in the source material, the games. but it's not about Atticus at all, it's about the scientists behind it, mostly Steven. the story hasn't told you this in concrete terms, but it has alluded to it. Steven and Roxanne are considered by the other staff to be directly responsible for what happened to Atticus, and you know at the beginning of chapter 5 that Steven used to be very cocky. she was reckless and chose samples that looked impressive so she could show off, and she didn't listen to advice or let anyone talk her down. she says, "And if any of my colleagues are watching this, I told you so." the Project is considered a failure because it's unscientific.

[tenebriism]

what's your opinion on not using icons for rp?

// I've always had the mindset of ' do whatever you want, ' as long as stuff is legible and easy on the eyes. I DO believe icons add a bit of ' UUMPH ' to replies, but I won't exclude someone just because they don't use 'em, because let's be real, cropping and editing and getting icons together is tedious, even for those of us who use them religiously. If you'd prefer not to, then nobody should judge you for that.

[mattodore]

[quietwingsinthesky]

I think the nature of Clara haterism on Tumblr can’t be fully understood without the historical context of 2013. Namely that by the time of DW season 7b Moffat was widely hailed as The Bogeyman Of All Misogyny Ever. Clara was considered THE prototypical Shallow Moffat Girl, and she became a sort of figurehead for everything wrong with the show. (Bc everyone was maybe 14 and Smith was too beloved to insult.) Consequently, she evokes a kneejerk bad faith reading response in many users even today.

yeah, alright, i can see that. i am surprised that, at least as far as i’ve seen, amy & river don’t get the same treatment? or if they did, it hasn’t persisted half as long as opinions on clara have. Because having now seen how all three of them were written, amy got treated. so much worse with The Misogyny™️, and River bounces between ‘actually a fascinating character’ and ‘moffat wrote a sexy girlboss who wants to fuck the doctor’ so hard it gives me whiplash. (and i say this as a River enjoyer, I love her and she deserves so much better lmao.)

Of the three of them, I think Clara actually comes out a lot better written overall? She’s allowed more space to be a character rather than be a woman, if that makes sense. Sure, bit of a rocky start in s7, and I can certainly see why the Impossible Girl thing could be aggravating to some people. (I think it was. Fine. fantastic episode conceptually that sort of fell apart when it came to actually doing anything.) but Clara in s8 (and the start of s9) is fantastic. Her relationship with Danny and the Doctor is messy and deceptive and so understandable. “Listen” as an episode almost felt like ‘hey what if the clara putting herself in the doctor’s past was actually interesting and impacted him’. Her becoming more like the Doctor, especially after losing Danny, both as an effort to hold on tight to the only person she perceives as keeping her moving forward and giving her a purpose AND because to her, the Doctor is able to lose so much and not be destroyed by it and she wants that (without really understanding just how much this life is fucking him up, too.), is just. fantastic.

where was i going with this. i have no idea. my point, i think, is: i guess i can see how initial reactions to clara might color a less than flattering picture of the rest of her, but :( consider: i love her so so much and everyone should be niceys to her.

[utilitycaster]

supremely correct take on orym. i feel like liam is trying to do a quieter sort of tragedy than what vax and caleb went through. fundamentally, orym’s grief is a very real grief that so many people go through—he lost his husband, and he has to navigate the world in the context of such a devastating absence, but also Will’s death was 6 years prior to canon. orym’s in the long term period of mourning, and it’s emotional and moving but fandom keeps painting Orym as a hopelessly tragic figure. and it sucks bc Liam is such a good player and actor and his characters have such fantastic depths and he’s SO GOOD at playing sorrow and loss but the side of effect of that is every character of his gets little meow meow’d and it makes me want to Scream because LAUDNA is THE LITTLEST OF MEOW MEOWS AT THAT TABLE but it’s fine

I think the most graceful way to answer this is that if you believe, even facetiously, that there is some kind of contest for most little meow meow in a show with an ensemble cast, that post about angst was directed to your address. The current response to Orym was a bit of a last straw, but the fandom response to Liam and to Marisha's characters cross-campaign, and notably to Laudna, was the build up.

[real-camera]

Let’s both 100% be part of the video system, AHEHEHS (gallary’s mod)

⟟ love when people have similar concepts!!! Omg what If they were like beast friends

alright, that makes sense. though i do wonder, is it like a video system where we work in different departments, like I work in the traveler department while you work in the memory department?

I guess that's why we never met. I don't stay in my department long enough for them to assign me to do cross-department things.

[starsmuserainbow]

Some of these answered for Sheshe!

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Simple answer, Sheshe very much doesn't use the phrase loosely at all. There's basically only one person having heard it before, Mimi, and she's probably going to keep being the only person too.

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

Guilt usually comes from when she argued with Mimi. Once the argument is over, or if it's broken up by something said in it, the guilt comes fast and if Mimi by then isn't around anymore, it can somewhat down her until she can properly apologize.

Outside of with Mimi (or, like, someone else she'd care about but as of now there's no one like that), Sheshe usually doesn't actually feel guilty. Whatever she does is done for a reason, and there's no use in feeling guilty about it.

[byakugoseal]

@xmpereur​ asked: Dis, tu parles Français? 👀

                        Unprompted messages for the mun // ALWAYS ACCEPTING

☆    ━━ Oui. Cependant, je ne parle pas couramment le français. I used to speak it with my mémère, so it was technically my first language. Once she passed though there was nobody for me to speak with it so I lost touch. Je réapprends petit à petit la langue. This ask made my heart so happy, merci beaucoup! 

[mini-games]

13 for the oc ask game!

link to ask game

13. If you met your OC, would the two of you get along?

Uhm... What does that mean...?

(Hello.)

What the. Who are you?

(I'm you, but different.)

Uh???

(We'd get along pretty well I think. Considering I may or may not have based Mini off of myself.)

What are you talking about?

(Eh, nothing. Don't worry about it lol)

D. Did you just say "lol" out loud. In a sentence. While speaking to another person.

[askthelordsinblack]

1. your crush on Richie. 2. The group didn’t mean to kill you. 3. Denial of being in denial. Anything I’m missing?

…probably not.

Ohhh my god. Maybe I am in denial about some stuff.

[fromthedeskof-darkiplier]

14 !

14. Click on [this random word generator]. Which of the 6 resulting words most relates to your character? (Explanation optional.)

Of these six... complication. No explanation necessary.

-D

(OOC: I'd give them "rehearsal", because there's a lot more practice in being as composed as they are than is immediately apparent. :3)

[kamipyre]

10, 12, 16 for munday meme? ;W;

instead of suki, u get ferre :-D ( ft. munday memew/ @mythvoiced )

10. Would you be friends with your muse if they were real?

hmmmm i don't know if i could be completely vulnerable with her since it can be difficult to know what she's thinking and she is in a way, intense and unpredictable. BUT i think i could be friends with her in the way you might have that friend you go out to lunch with one every few months.

12. was answered, I'll do 9. What are some differences between you and your muse/muses?

i think i'm a lot more balanced and relaxed than mainverse!suki ( bc that girl...she's either 0% or 110%, there is no in between for her jfslkdjf ) and I definitely more inclined towards language and stories than suki is...that being said she's also much more outspoken, maybe too outspoken than I am as i do have to summon the guts to say what i'm thinking especially if it lands more on the negative side :'D

16. was also answered, but I can answer it again: Favourite trope?

FOUND FAMILY. but maybe even more important than that to me is just the concept?? of meaningful friendship that don't end up becoming romantic because platonic relationships are just as important as romantic ones!!

[gardenofgods]

What is Zacians relationship to Zamazenta? Are you gonna do a muse for her (I view Zacian as female) or find another muse? Still big puppy himbo is awsome and I love to see some Galar muses!

i won't be playing zacian, as he's already being played by a friend! ^-^ i try to avoid playing both characters that are counterparts because it's usually more fun playing it with someone else instead of. like. writing with yourself LOL.

their relationship (for the moment) is platonic, and we won't be writing them as siblings or even rivals like the blurb states on bulbapedia. essentially just putting our own characterizations and twists to work ^-^

ty for the ask n i hope this answered ur question!! <3