#let’s split up gang

[edward-chaosmagickuser]

We found hoof prints on a dirt path while walking.

Cryptids?

The Four Horsemen?

The Dark Lord Himself?

We’ll never know as my dog is not a tracker.

#strange findings #cryptids #hoof prints #looks like a mystery #scooby gang #let’s split up gang #me #Kaleo is my dog’s name

[your-dandy-king]

SPLIT THE PARTY #2: Soult, Caroline, and Lameth

((Reference the Master List of Previous Posts here.))

Duroc takes off running, and his little helper follows. The hall of mirrors, with its chandeliers and candelabrum, is gloomy without their combined glow, but still not as dark as to where they are running to. You watch them ascend the flight of stairs at the end of the corridor. Rude.

This leaves behind Soult, (presumably) Caroline, and ADC Lameth. Whom Caroline's husband once fired from his job for making a questionable observation about her.

Just when Duroc's glow disappears upstairs on the grand staircase, there is a noise on the main entrance level where Soult and Co. have been left. It's unlike the earlier growling. More like ... the sound of breaking glass and someone cursing. It may be coming from the main auditorium. Maybe.

(Tagging all peeps: @murillo-enthusiast, @armagnac-army, @carolinemurat, @askgeraudduroc, and @the-symphony-of-lydia-brown)

#campaign: phantoms of the opera #let's split up gang #Soult party #GM post

[aeioumy]

drags children across the world bc theres no safer place to be than with the Bureau family

#criminal case #its only until like we go LETS SPLIT UP GANG someone dies #also elliots gone hes deep in work he doesnt even know sanjay got him a blanket and fell asleep #i havent slept yet this is sloppy

[dawnlotus-draws]

Homesickness : a BitB comic (careful! Heavily implied spoilers)

Spoilers ahead and in the tags.

What’s up my brain’s consumed by these guys, this comic was inspired by the numerous headcanons Ive seen around about Rolan’s time away from Galloway, and how the hivemind would.. keep in touch. Huge inspiration from @/willotstreet’s post about Rolans alcoholism

#jrwi bitb #rolan deep #jrwi bitb spoilers #bitb spoilers #jrwi bitb fanart #basically using some of the hcs about how the two bodies split mind thing worked for rolan especially out in Chicago #other stuff like how Rachel was the blueprint for all the other human copies and was turned into memories and the hivemind #so I was wondering how ppl with overlapping memories would interact with the hivemind- how Rachel would communicate as the queen- #trying to get rolan to come back- how rolan got his drinking addiction to block out the voices telling him to come home (and becoming immune #and I mixed in my hc about him not being able to see his own face in reflections #the shapes on the ceiling r supposed to be like when ur under the water and looking up cuz of where his og body is #and also that Rand wouldn’t let Rachel in while the gang played DnD cuz he thought she was cringe and wasn’t the best brother sometimes #(I’m sorry I did you dirty Rand I had to angst the Rand siblings) #that’s why rolan sees the attic door for that one frame #anyway I drew this at 3:00 am I hope it makes any sense at all.. #now I’m rambling. anyway trying to fit some of my thoughts into a comic #I wanna write a fic or something… #dawnsart #oops I forgot Rachel’s tag!!! #Rachel rand

[iwilltransyourgender]

Literally the same person

#kate wetherall #kate wetherall and fred jones are the same person #you can't deny it #the mysterious benedict society #scooby doo #mystery incorporated #fred jones #tmbs #resourceful autistic himbos #let's split up and storm the tower gang

[inspectorspacetimerevisited]

The writers seem to think nobody’s ever seen ‘Scooby Doo’

when one of the characters suggests, ‘Let’s split up!’

#Inspector Spacetime #Let's Split Up Gang! (trope) #Let's Split Up Gang #the writers #seem to think #nobody's ever seen #Scooby Doo Where Are You? (series) #Scooby Doo #when one of the characters #makes the suggestion #suggests #let's split up! #nothing good ever comes from it #someone's about to fall into a trap #the aliens will definitely capture someone

[arcann]

MC's friends fighting for their attention in ch 3: 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

MC's friends fighting for their attention in ch 4: 😱😱😱😱😱😱

#for context if u choose the 'let's split up gang!' line #stella tabitha and kaneeka will want you with them if you've got a high relationship with them

[aglaean]

"My dear Madame Rubie," Naesala says, and sweeps into a low bow. "Allow me to tell you of my findings."

He steps away from the body -- let someone else take a look, hm? -- and puts his arms behind his back and under his wings. A perfect image of a butler, of course, since the one who actually has that job is deceased.

Honor the dead, Naesala does think. He'll let Mr Scarlett know he was acting in his memory the entire time.

"His breath smells like roses. He had not recently brushed nor flossed, which leads me to believe that whatever he consumed was what killed him. He does have some crumbs in there, so I believe he ate some of the cookies."

He frowns a little at his own words. "I am not sure what Histotoxic Hypoxia is. Does it need to be caused by something that is eaten? I wonder how long ago the attack actually took place."

He pauses, looks over at the body. So still, so quiet. Mr Scarlett looks so peaceful and amicable. "The handprint vexes me. It pulls away from the body, which I'm not sure why that would be the case if it belongs to our victim. If you would like to investigate the poisoning, I can investigate the more physical evidence."

'My, crisis has fitted you to the very habit of a butler!' Madame Rubie nods her head a bit too approvingly, sending the gem that rests there, no matter what, shooting off reflected candlelight like confetti flung by feverish hands. 'Prithee, go on. Unfurl the very depths of your mind!'

'The scent of flowers... how very romantic.' Her interest is clearly piqued. It was hard to wring any sort of drama or pathos from a simple stabbing. And while she herself bequeathed batterings at the hands of her staff unto those she considered lowly enough to deserve it, this death... it had the flourish of something sung by the troubadours. Such a death was indeed worthy of her investigation. 'Quite the verbose conclusion to a life...'

L'Arachel had kind of assumed that hiso-whatsit had been a flowery embellishment of 'he was stabbed' so while this is new information to her, she nods along sagely as if she had known all along. 'A plan of action is as good as any other!' She declares, throwing a hand out in a dramatic fashion. 'Let us depart and scour this charnel house for insight! As Justice's agents we cannot rest until we bring peace and order to all.'

#in character: lights laughter alliteration! #support: l'arachel naesala / soaring ambition #asks: consult my wisdom! #((on mobile so sorry if this is not great)) #((alrifht gang lets split up and look for clues!)) #TOAchromatic

[robiluvs]

The Leader | Freddy Jones as Fred Jones

'Let's split up gang"

The Meddling Kids - Scooby-Doo (genderbend)

#Fred Jones #Meddling Kids #Scooby-Doo #genderbend #Leader #Scooby-Doo genderbend #Let's split up gang #mystery incorporated #velma

[kaleirots]

i want to catch up with tcf but i can't remember what chapter i read last and i really don't wanna reread a bunch to try find where i was again 🥲

#last i read they were in the test/illusion and had been split up and the white star was involved too #and they had realised that st had gone wrong in the church/illusion and The Gang were trying to figure out how to reconcile with cale #tcf #if anybody knows approx which chapters this is plz let me know 😭😭

[evilcyclopsxmen]

sorry for becoming a scooby-doo blog ): .... i just hope i can brainwash some of you too :)

#if you like cyclops xmen you should try: fred scooby doo #basically the same except his catchphrase is lets split up instead of to me my gang #theres also a wolverine his name is scrappy #scrappy my best friend scrappy who has never done anything wrong ever #and jean and daphne are both red heads so theres that

[your-dandy-king]

SPLIT THE PARTY #1: Lannes, Petiet, Duroc, Lydia, and the nixa

((Reference the Master List of Previous Posts here))

Duroc's glow makes it easy to follow him. This has the unfortunate effect of plunging Soult, Lameth, and Caroline back into relative darkness because now Duroc's gone and the nixa with its lantern is following him. The shadows seem to shrink away viscerally from his light.

The hallway of mirrors ends at the foot of a multistory marble staircase, the uppermost landings are barely visible even with Duroc's bright glow.

"Please! Get me out of here!" the unseen woman sobs. The faint thumping starts again, like she's beating her fists against a wall or a door. Her voice is still low and muffled, but seems louder once you step up to the fifth floor landing. It may be coming from one of the theatre boxes, or further down a black corridor.

There seems to be debris, bits of broken statues, ripped paintings, and smashed furniture on this level.

A glowing, grinning face leers at everyone from the darkness from where the voice seems to be coming from, and then blinks out like it was never there.

(Tagging all peeps: @armagnac-army, @murillo-enthusiast, @the-symphony-of-lydia-brown, @askgeraudduroc, and @carolinemurat)

#campaign: phantoms of the opera #let's split up gang #Lannes party #GM Post

[hearties-circus]

Yhinking about all the really important hugs axel n faye have shared :sobs:

#gamer txt. #al ocs #before the 8 year split.... finding eachother again on the battlefield.... before making their way into a gang hideout where they might die #that first hug started standing up with the intent of it being quick so they can get a move but neither wanted to let go and just hung on- #-tighter and started tearing up and pretty quickly they were heaving shuddering sobs that buckled their knees and they wanted to look at- #-eachother but yhey couldnt bear to let go and they leaned vack just a bit and held eachothers faces and cried harder than they ever have #when they found eachother in sawmill 8 years later they couldnt hug for too long without one or both of them getting killed by someone #but that first hug when they recognised eachother and fuckinf bolted to grab them and hold them and make it was real and make up for lost- #-time and lost hugs and just enjoy eachothers company again #they were pressed right up against eachother and holding on so so so tight that it ached but they didnt care bc their best friend was back! #and still alive!! and ok they were ok thry together again #that last hug was a very bittersweet one #the first hug they recognised that the other might die during their time apart but now? now they were walking into the lions den together #if one of them died they either both died or the other had to have watched it happen and they KNEW this #it was their most dangerous mission to date and it might be the last time they saw eachother #they held eachother close but they just muster up the strength to hold eachother tight #it was a very quiet hug all things considered many tears were shed but neither could bear to comment on them #they eventually ended up just pressing their faces into eachothers shoulders and loosely holding hands. they really were going to do this.. #they probably wouldve hugged afterwards had it not been for their broken bones and their unconscious states as they were dragged but hey ho

[tteokdoroki]

☆༉ — RYOMEN SUKUNA. a better man.

about. you’re a girl that’s way out of his league and he’s the bad boy you couldn’t help but fall for. what happens when ryomen sukuna fails to meet you in the middle?

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, fluff, suggestive towards the end, no curses!au, modern!au, it’s implied that sukuna is in a gang, mentions of fights, reader is a rich girl, they’re kinda in love :( bad boy!sukuna, fem!reader.

“you’re mad at me. aren’cha?”

sukuna mutters with an air of faux nonchalance as he lazily jogs up the final marble steps that lead up to the restaurant he was supposed to meet you at nearly two hours ago. the evening traffic zips by, red and white headlights parting through the rain to illuminate your boyfriend’s features. heavy water droplets take residence on the slope of his nose and Cupid’s bow, some even daring to cling on to the tips of dusty rose-coloured hair.

if you weren’t so angry right now, you might take a moment to appreciate how good sukuna looks in the moment — especially with the way the rain makes the designer tux you’d gotten for him cling to his skin. exposing every ridge and dip and curve in his muscle while his inky black tattoos become all the more visible.

“of course i’m mad.” you step aside to let sukuna under the shelter of the entrance, avoiding him as he swoops down for his usual hug and kiss. “tonight is important. it was important.”

“babe c’mon on, i was—“

“you were late. they’re serving dessert in there, ryomen.” your tone is coloured with shades of annoyance and a hint of warning. like a mother about to lecture her child. you’re pissed. it’s written all over your face too — in the way that your brows crease and you pout so adorably. he’ll try to play it off, like he doesn’t care, but it almost makes sukuna sick to his stomach to know that you’re angry with him.

the rain picks up outside of the restaurant and you continue. “all you had to do was show up on time. come to this stupid fancy restaurant and be there to meet my parents. but of course, you got yourself caught up in—“ you grab his dress shirt in frustration, noticing the blood on the collar that doesn’t belong to him. his split knuckles and the bruise on his lips. “— in whatever this is.” you roll your eyes, blood boiling.

“it’s nothin’ for you to worry your pretty little head about,” sukuna scoffs, lips spreading wide in his signature smirk. the excuse is lame, but he doesn’t want you to worry for him any longer. “since when did you care about what your parents think, anyways?” but you see it in his eyes, that same old worry. that he’s not good enough for you, that a scumbag like him doesn’t deserve a pretty girl like you. he’s always told you to find someone better, someone able to feed into the glitz and glamour that you were brought up in.

but you’ve always told ryomen sukuna that you have everything you need right there with him.

cupping his face, the heat of anger dispels from your body and you exhale deeply though your nose. “i don’t care about what my parents think. if i did, i wouldn’t be dating you.” you cast a thumb over the thick lines of ink decorating his face, accenting sukuna’s high cheekbones and chiselled features while the rest of your fingers sink into his smooth, dark undercut. “but that doesn’t mean i don’t want you to meet them. they’re just as special to me as you are. i want the most important people in my life to know each other.”

your boyfriend’s hands settle on your wrists as he grunts noncommittally, indicating that he’s aware of his wrong doings. if there’s one thing that sukuna hates, it’s upsetting you. he doesn’t care what the world thinks of him, it’s never mattered before. yet, even the slightest look of disappointment from you has the man in shambles. “‘m sorry,” he drawls, his grip on you shifting down to cup your waist — pulling you flush against him. “what can a guy like me do to make it up to you?”

“you can go on in there and charm the hell out of my rich, uptight parents so that we can hurry up and go home,” your voice lowers an octave as you stand on your tip toes for the extra height so that you can nip at the shell of sukuna’s ear. “where you can rip this dress off’a me.”

“such a dirty mouth for such’a prim ‘n proper girl, hm? i should wash it out with soap.” he purrs right back, leaning down to kiss at your neck until you’ve had enough of his frayed pink hair tickling your skin. he damn near melts when your fingers inch up to tug at his roots — earning a deep and thrilling growl from the man. “that was a dirty move. who taught you that?”

“my good for nothing boyfriend, he’s kind of a bad influence.” you tease back, despite having to physically push sukuna away in order to avoid setting off his inner beast before dinner with your parents is done — and instead, take to grabbing his larger hand in yours so you can lead him from the front of house to your family’s reserved table.

and like always, sukuna trails after you like a lost puppy enamoured with the person that found them, have them love and warmth. because, while you didn’t change him, you made him want to be better — to give up the knives in his back and the bullets looking over his head for something better. something softer.

something like you.

ryomen sukuna wanted to become the someone he thought you deserved.

that’s why he put on this stupid suit and tie, why he let you take his hand, why he follows you to the the table that’s sure to seal his fate with you.

behind all that rough exterior, is a man who loves you.

and in front of sukuna, is a girl who loves him and all of his flaws right back.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

#sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk fluff #don’t look at me lawl #sukuna ryomen x reader #sukuna ryomen x you #✧ ₊˚੭ — writing #tteokdoroki #angelshubnetwork

[shotmrmiller]

im thinking of you, who's a doctor that's been taken hostage by some bandits under the pretense of needing you for a house call for their elderly family member. they had paid for your services preemptively as well.

it's my ma, see. she's got a real bad cough and says her chest hurts somethin' fierce.

you clumsily hop on their horse and let them take you to where she supposedly is, except instead of a quaint, little home they take you to some delapilated wooden shack. before you even get to ask any sort of question, there's the barrel of a gun pressed firmly against your spine.

you heal the man inside, and if he dies, so do you.

this is the only time that you fully regret going to school for medicine, instead of marrying that sheltered rich man like how your father had originally wanted for you.

after searching your coat pockets for the money they had given you earlier, they harshly nudge you toward the roughly hewn wooden door that's barely hanging onto the frame by the hinges.

only to come face to face with a broken, bloody man. and what's worse is that you've seen him before on wanted posters. he's an infamous gunslinger, one so dangerous not even the police want him captured alive, simply dealt with. he's got a hefty $1000 bounty on his masked head. his name is said like a curse among lawmen and the general population alike and he's been evading the hand of justice for years, in and out of sight like a phantom. ghost.

he sat tied to a chair, coarse rope so tight around his body you could see it biting into his bruised skin. blood ran in rivulets down his painfully obvious broken nose, his thin split lip swollen and raw. bruises bloomed on his dirt-streaked cheeks, blonde stubble stained crimson. his breath left him in ragged, wet gasps. your purpose here is clear.

their torture has done nothing to break the man in front of you, so they want you to keep him alive until he does.

his sunken, dark eyes follow your every move— as you shrug off your coat, roll up your sleeves, and reach into your medical briefcase for gloves.

your hands tremble with fear and urgency as they reach for the blood-soaked tattered remains of his shirt and pull it up to assess the damage.

"how unfortunate for you and for me that it doesn't seem like you were hit near anything vital." he remains silent and unresistant as you get to work; breath hitching and jaw clenching only when you dabbed a wet, clean rag on his open wounds. you can feel his gaze on your sweat-slick skin, unwavering.

god only knows how long you're to be kept here, captive, just like him.

(his gang comes to save him eventually, and because you were so useful simon tells price that you're a doctor, and a damn good one. "her talents could come to use in the future." price looks at you sparingly, hardened blue eyes resembling ice. he gives him the go-ahead, and now you're taken captive. again. and what's worse, simon simply hog-ties you and stows you in the back of his horse, like a hunter does the pelts of his game.)

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader

[rottenaero]

Ao3

Part 1

Part 3

Part two to the roommates idea

Whenever the mall ‘burns down’, Eddie is just chilling at home; not doing anything special.

Actually, thats a complete lie. He hadn't seen Steve since he left for his shift the day before, and currently has his band+Wayne scattered in the living room as he paces.

“He may as well be dead, he always calls before staying the night somewhere, and he totally despises that place, so why would he stay after hours?” He comes to a halt infront of Jeff who looks considering. “What?!"

“Maybe, consider, he just forgot to call you." Eddie scoffed, “ ‘Maybe he just forgot’, except you don't know him, Jeff. Steve doesn't forget, tell ‘em Wayne."

Wayne nods from his spot on the lazyboy, “ ‘S true, he'd rather call at 2am than have us worrying.”

Gareth rolls his eyes, “Look Edmund, I get your worried about you boyfriend and all but why did we have to get dragged into this?" He complained, and Eddie began pacing again.

“ Not,my boyfriend, yet, and you’re getting-”

A ringing interrupts him.

The pacing stopped almost as soon as it began, and he darts to the phone. “ Y’hello, it's Eddie talking.” A sharp breath drew from the other end of the line.

“Hey Eds."

Eddie smiled, “Holy shit, Stevie. I thought you died. Wayne and the guys are literally gathered in the living room.” Upon hearing the name, Wayne visibly relaxed, going from hunched over to leaning backwards in seconds.

“Yeah I'm- Well shit not okay but I'm not dead.”In the background there was a noise, barely noticeable but-

“Wait, what? Are those sirens? Are you hurt? What the hell-” Wayne leaned forward again.

“I'm at the mall, there's been, uh, an accident? I don't- they took my keys, I need a ride back home.”

“Who took your keys? Steve you can't just be all ominous and-” The phone line shut off. "Fuck!”

Grant, who hasn't been helpful at all, stood up. "What did he do?”

Eddie groans, running a hand through his greasy hair, “Needs us to pick him up, might be hurt. He's such a- Wayne we're taking my van, you guys coming?”

Turns out the answer is yes.

-

They arrive at the mall five minutes later, mostly because Eddie was driving like a bat outta hell, to every emergency vehicle you can think of, plus thirty more, surrounding the place.

Eddie roles his window down when a cop signals him. “What are you doing over here?"

The metalhead bites his lip, what the hell, “Uh, I'm here to pick up Steve Harrington? He got involved in whatever's happening.”

The cops nods, "Alright, park your vehicle over there, and go get him.”

He does as he's told, a surprising feat showing just how scared he was, because Steve being hurt could mean so many things.

They get out the car, Wayne being the leading man, and head to where the commotion is.

The mall was totally destroyed, a couple kids he didn't know were sitting around, surrounded by their parents, there's a couple teens too, Nancy Wheeler, Johnny Byers, a girl in a sailor costume, and-

Eddie’s heart stopped and he fucking sped forward. “ Holy shit, what the fuck man." Steve looked like hell, understatement of the century but-

His face was bruised and bloody, his hands wrapped in casts, his hair was flat and gross and he was still in his damn sailor costume.

“Hey Munsons, Gareth, Jeff, Grant. It's the whole Scooby gang, or Smurfs, whoever you prefer.” Eddie grabbed his shoulders, and stared him dead in the eye. “ What. The. Fuck. Are you high too?!”

“Just what the hell did you get yourself into. " Wayne said more than asked, shaking his head.

Steve buzzed his lips, his eyebrows furrowed and he brought a hand to them and-

God they were split, and bleeding now. He looked back up at the long haired man infront of him, ignoring Wayne's question-not-question.

“Nah, just recovering from being drugged. Hey this is rivveting conversation and shit, but like, I wanna go home and sleep in your bed, man. Or the couch, or the floor.”

He let out a loud laugh, “Fuck I am not picky right now, I'll even take the back of the van.”

“Christ."

-

They don't talk about it, not after Hellfire goes home, not the next morning, not after Steve heals. They just don't, because the news told them all they need to know, that there was a fire. Eddie just assumed when they said he was drugged, that he meant medically.

(He didn't)

#stranger Things #steddie ficlet #steddie #ficlet #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #eddie munson x steve harrington #and they were roommates #oh my god they were roommates #crisisinverted17 #crisisinverted17's roommate au