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uglyducklingofthe2000s · 4 months

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Please can you do one where they are both streamers and the reader gets introduced to Lando on a game (like filly did with angryginge) and they just hit it off because they have the same sense of humour ?

A Sweetheart - LN

Gonna throw a curveball with this one and make a AngryGinge! twin-sister because there's nothing I love more than a sister of someone being the reader. It does mean we have a ginger!reader, sorry if this wasn't what you wanted but I think it's gonna make it so good. Also for some context, I am going to use AngryGinge's real name Morgan because I feel like his sister would refer to him by his actual name.

Summary: AngryGinge has a sister who streams and when he notices y/n is streaming at the same time as Lando and himself so he invites her in to play with them and things immediately hit off between them.

"Hey, mate. My little sister is on stream too, I'm going to bring her in on here." AngryGinge states catching Lando's attention away from his phone.

"There's a little ginge?" Lando jokes earning a scoff before a new voice comes into play.

"Already hating on the hair colour when you've got the most basic and boring hair colour in the world?" Y/n questions making Lando's head whip around so quickly that his headphones nearly fall off.

Her voice is what some might call a siren song, sweet but Lando knows that even thinking about is probably one of the most dangerous things he could do.

"Lando, y/n. Y/n, Lando. Lando, be warned. My sister is nothing like me, she's actually very sweet." AngryGinge states clearly pretty protective and loving towards his sister. "Also, she is technically 1 minute older than me and she wouldn't have let me get far into this stream without telling you that."

"I can confirm that Morgan is telling the truth about that." Y/n states while Lando hums trying to find a way to see her camera and when he does, the man has to say admit he's never thought red hair was ever all that appealing (especially the thought of AngryGinge's twin sister) but she is a force to be reckoned with.

It's fairly easy to tell that she might actually be a streamer whose subscribers might watch more for the view of her than the actual game. Sadly that's a truth about the gaming community when it comes to female gaming streamers.

"What are we playing?" Y/n asks making her brother groan clearly flashing that spark of anger he's notorious for.

"Fornite. I messaged you and told you, you said ok."

"You are so easy to wind up." Y/n giggles before going quiet.

"You've shut yourself up. Lando. What's keeping you quiet?" Morgan asks then speaking up again. "Don't think that you suddenly have a chance to get out of being the worst player in the team. Y/n is annoyingly even better than me."

"Can we bring Filly in?" Y/n asks either doing Lando the favour of changing the subject or really just wanting to get Filly on the stream.

Lando may fuck up more than usual for the first few minutes, which earns him brutal bullying from Morgan.

"So Lando...are you single?" Y/n asks in such a tone that Lando bites the inside of his cheek to withhold a groan, but Morgan apparently isn't so bothered about hiding his disapproval.

"Ehhhh. Sorry Lando. Y/n, I'm going to stop you right fucking there. You aren't single, so why are you asking if he is?"

"I am single! Not that I needed to air that out, Morgan." Y/n grumbles while there's a definitely murmur of an apology. "And I wasn't asking for me. My friend just messaged me asking because she's a fan of F1, you muppet."

"I am single." Lando smirks deciding that he'll shoot his shot since there's no harm that can come of it.

"Ehhhh....Lando, who the fuck do you think you are telling my sister you are single?"

"I think we should stream without Morgan and Filly next time." Lando declares watching her grin, though he's sure her face has flushed. In fact, he can tell easily.

"Awww...you've made her go shy." Filly coos since he does actually know y/n from having streamed with her as well as her brother on separate occasions.

"We are playing Fornite here?" Y/n questions rolling her eyes as she selects that she's ready. "Since the rest of you died too. Shall we try again?"

"Oh she's on win mode now." Morgan comments earning a middle finger with a smile from his sister. "We might actually have a chance now."

Somehow, Lando showed up in a couple more of y/n's streams, true to his suggestion. However, what no one expected after Lando did one last stream in Monaco saying that he was going home to England for a little bit.

"You know I hate Fifa." Y/n groans as she gets on stream with Morgan.

"You hate it but you're annoyingly good at it."

"Story of my life." She smirks knowing that her brother and her have competitive nature and in much of their lives, she has been a bit of a perfectionist even in the things she doesn't exactly feel overly joyed about taking part in.

It's part with through a game that her attention is caught and she looks like she about burns in a bright red flush.

"No. No. Get out-"

"Hi, Ginge." Lando grins leaning into her mic while Morgan's attention is caught enough that he misses an easy goal since y/n isn't defending.

"Y/n, you are fucking joking. Is that who I think it is? Is that who I fucking think it is?" Morgan questions in disbelief before he leaves the game to watch her stream. "You are-Lando, get away from my sister."

"She invited me here." Lando states proudly while waving at the camera since he know Morgan is watching.

"I did not." Y/n laughs pushing Lando away. "He asked for my address to send me some free merch to promote and he showed up at my door to deliver it himself."

"What time was this? We've been streaming for like an hour."

"It was 2 days ago, mate." Lando grins while y/n sinks back in her seat feeling her brother's gaze burn through her.

"Lewis. Lewis! LEWIS!" Morgan exclaims in his now go-to way to try and make a dig at Lando, but it only makes both y/n and Lando break into some hysterics. "Max. Max! MAX!"

Y/n has disappeared off screen while Lando is laughing mercilessly still very much in the shot for the live.

"So is this a confirmation that you're shagging my sister? If you had a crush on me and wished there was a girl version, you could've said so. I would've made sure you never found out I had a sister so you had to settle for me."

"Why would he settle for worse and less?" Y/n questions knowing he brother's jaw just dropped before she stands up to move her chair only for Lando to jump into is. "Oh fuck sake. Don't make it worse...and get out my chair, you muppet."

"No. Sit. I'm going to plat against Ginge and if I win then he has to accept this with no arguments." Lando declares making her puff out a breath and look at him for a moment.

"He's not really mad. He's just jealous." Y/n jokes while Lando grins and Morgan immediately begins shouting at the two of them to move from making him witness and have knowledge that they're so comfortable with each other in such a position.

Lando didn't want to leave and y/n didn't actually think Morgan would show up at her apartment.

"Alright, alright!" Y/n laughs moving in front of Morgan as he tries to make very obvious threats to the F1 driver who is clearly finding his anger just as funny as she does since she can't stop laughing. "As funny as this is. You have to control yourself, because we both know you are never ever going to have a say who who I spend time with and quite frankly making you mad just makes this more entertaining for literally everyone."

"You're the worst sister."

"Oh wow, hurt my feelings like that." Y/n pouts earning a groan before she grins again. "I love you...you're still my brother...my twin...and you like Lando."

Lando smiles from behind her while Morgan grumbles.

"You'd lose a fight to him anyway." Y/n adds earning a jaw drop from her brother. "Ok, anyway you actually interrupted us going out on a date. So if I leave you here. Is that ok?"

"You're leaving me at your apartment to go on a date with Lando?" Morgan questions earning a nod. "Can I surprise your subscribers with a stream?"

"Go for it." Y/n smiles before she hugs him. "Alright, we're leaving. I'll see you later. Lando?"

"Don't worry mate, I've been taking very good care of her. In all the ways that you never can, and definitely in the ways that you never should because you're her brother." Lando smiles patting Morgans shoulder as he passes him, and he catches sight of the ginger man's fist flexing to refuse clenching to a fist.

"Don't be so easily provoked, you muppet." Y/n shouts back while holding her hand back out to Lando which he links to his own. "WE'll be back late, if you're staying here you'll need to set up the bed in the spare room or crash on the sofa."

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strangerthingssteddiebrainrot · 1 year

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A little ficlet I was just inspired to write at 1am lol

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Despite dating a rockstar, Steve was a pretty private person. Whenever he went with Eddie and the boys on tour, he'd wear sunglasses regardless of the actual weather conditions. Sometimes even a hat if he was really done with nosy reporters trying to figure out what his connection to Corroded Coffins lead singer was.

But it's been a long time since '89 when the band first took off and in the glorious year of 1999 they were finally outed by a reporter disguised as a waiter at the restaurant they were eating at and got a picture of them kissing if the corner of the private booth they were hiding in. Sales and the band's popularity took a hit sure, but so many new fans, freaks and outcasts and people just like them filled the void that they actually bounced back with more popularity than ever before. So Eddie and Steve agreed to do an interview on a daytime talk show, set the record straight and talk about themselves and their relationship openly for the first time. They talked about how high school cliques nearly kept them apart, but the spring break of '86, for all its tragedy and death and near death, brought them together and they worked hard to stay together. A true love story if there ever was one. It was freeing actually, finally being able to be open and Out, and if their love helped people, that was just a bonus.

Which is how no one, not even Eddie or the band knew about Steve's voice. He'd never been a singer, too insecure and beaten down to trust that he was actually good at something besides swinging a bat (and an ax, and Molotov cocktails). It was something he was working on, but change doesn't happen overnight and even now, in his early thirties, he still had never revealed his hidden talent to anyone other than Robin. And like, it's not like she ever said anything either! They sang sometimes back when they lived in each other's back pocket and she never said he was good, so he just assumed he was not terrible! Maybe the fact that she had a crush on Tammy Thompson and her 'muppet giving birth' singing should have been a clue. Steve just thought love made you blind.

So when, during the encore performance of Corroded Coffins latest show, Eddie gestures to him to come on stage, Steve tried to refuse at first. He waved him off laughing, but Eddie was persistent and the crowd caught on, chanting his name to come onstage. So he gave in, and god did he stick out like a sore thumb, light washed Levi's with a navy Henley, glasses on cause he had a migraine the day before from squinting at everything, it the crowd still cheered when he appeared, Eddie smiled at him all dimples and the guys gave an exaggerated slow clap at finally getting him onstage.

Eddie took his hand, the other one still holding his mike, and the band started up a cover of Tainted Love, one of the few songs that both Eddie and Steve agreed kicked ass. Maybe the lyrics didn't really reflect how they feel for each other, but watching Eddie sing to Steve, there was no doubt the man was very much in love. And when he held up the mike to Steve on the second chorus, Steve couldn't help but sing.

And oh, how Eddie's face dropped into open mouth shock, Steve had to catch his hand to keep the mike level. A quick glance showed the rest of the boys looked just as shocked, the music only continuing by pure muscle memory. Steve almost stopped singing, panicked that he was ruining the show with his voice, but the crowd was going wild and he could see the cameras flashing, and Eddie, Eddie was coming in close, the chorus over and he leaned in to Steve's ear and shouted, "don't stop!" So he didn't. And they finished the song together and thank god it was the last song in their set. So when Eddie pulled away and gave his goodbye with the rest of the band, Steve quickly walked offstage and headed to the green room, heart pounding a mile a minute.

It wasn't too long before the rest of the band piled in, and Eddie ran right to him, grabbing his face and kissing him hard.

Finally pulling away after too short a time, Eddie beamed at him. "How the fuck did I not know that you can sing?!"

Mind still a little scrambled from the kiss, Steve took a moment to answer. "Huh?"

Not the most eloquent, but he was still reeling from the loss of those lips against his own.

"Yeah man, when Ed said he was gonna pull you on stage, not gonna lie, I thought you were gonna sound awful." Garath said, earning a smack on the head from Jeff and Martin (unnamed freak).

"Not how I would've put it, but, I thought there was a reason you never sang with us before. So yeah, that was an unexpected surprise." Jeff smoothed over, knowing that so sometimes Steve's insecurities got the better if him, having mediated several fights between him and Eddie in the past.

"Holy shit baby, you were so good! I almost didn't remember to sing cause I was too busy falling even more in love with the most perfect man on earth!" Eddie gushed, gently shaking Steve by his shoulders.

"Cute, but also, get a room guys." Martin laughed. "But seriously Steve, you have a good voice. I don't know why we've been hiring background singers for some of our songs when we could've just had you do it instead."

"Oh, well, I-I don't know. I never thought I was a good singer yeah? Not for like, performing? I just wanted to kinda, ride the high of tonight, if that makes sense." Steve said, blushing and a little overwhelmed at the attention, but trying to embrace it and take the genuine compliments he was getting (something he struggled to do on a daily basis, neglectful parents having left their mark).

"First of all, bite me Martin," throwing his band mate the finger, Eddie was still beaming which softened the blow, the others laughing at him. "and second, Stevie, baby, you sound amazing! Light, but still raspy and sexy as hell." Giving him a peck on the cheek, Eddie whispered in his ear. "Gonna sing for me later big boy? In bed maybe?"

And what could Steve say to that? So he just pulled Eddie in for more kisses, deepening them regardless of the guys complaining.

The next day, the picture that was making waves in the music community was of Steve singing into the mike, Eddie looking at him with starts in his eyes and his face completely lovestruck.

@steddieassheg0es @oakenorcrist

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #dont @ me for the song choice #i went with the first thing that popped into my head #my writing

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soulls-at-505 · 10 months

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PAIRING: Alex Turner x Pregnant!Y/n

REQUESTED: no

WARNINGS: language, pregnant yn, reader breakers down, paparazzi

SUMMARY: Alex takes his pregnant girlfriend to a dessert cafe

A/N: tried to make it gender neutral but reader has the ability to have kids so, italics is a flash back, as always. also it’s short and kinda shite but oh well i want to post more

“Are ya sure you’re alright love?” Alex muttered to me quietly as he wrapped his arm around my waist, his warm hand resting on my stomach.

“I’m sure baby.” I assured him, smiling. It was a quiet Sunday, a cool breeze coming through the thin clouds, hiding a beautiful blue sky. It was still fairly early and so we were undisturbed, luckily.

“Y/n you can’t just go out like that! It was so busy in town, you could’ve gotten hurt! We talked about this love, with our tour over, the press want gossip. They’ll want to catch you in public eye, so for gods sake, stay here until I can come with you!” your boyfriend said with a pinch of his nose bridge. I hated to admit, but I kind of agreed. Today was just so stressful. I just wanted to get a new pyjama set, but I got caught by nosey paparazzi, blocking my car into the car park. Then, I left my keys at home, so Al had to come home early to let me in. “I’m sorry Al..” I tried to say, but my emotions got the best of me, and I broke down crying in his arms. I felt his warm hand rubbing my back, soft whispers of

“Shh, it’s okay love” and

“I didn’t mean to raise my voice, I’m so sorry baby”

filled my ears. At least I had Alex to confide with.

He looked so perfect. Soft brown hair, gentle eyes, handsome jawline, picture perfect nose, comforting arms. Just so perfect. I was so lucky to have him. I must have been staring for a second too long, as he glanced over and chuckled to himself.

“Like what you see?”

“Of course I do you muppet I wouldn’t be carrying your baby otherwise.” I commented back, smirking wittily.

”After you, love.” He said softly, opening the pale pink door of the cafe. The interior was something about of a romcom. Beautifully decorated walls, fairy lights littering the ceiling, and a sparkling clean countertop, filled with brownies, cakes, cookies and more. Just the sight gave me diabetes. But if baby craves cake, then we’ll get cake. We sat in the corner, on a small table, and we each picked out a small treat each. The radio buzzed quietly in the background, but me and Al weren’t listening, too busy chatting to pay attention to anything else. Gentle taps from our baby would arise every so often, clearly hinting that the food was wanted. During the pregnancy, I’d developed an insanely sweet tooth. I’m surprised Alex can even eat cookies anymore with the amount I’ve ordered. Nonetheless, as long as I was happy, he was happy.

The food arrived not long after, and I could not wait to eat it. Al thought it was hilarious that I ate too fast and got hiccups, but it wasn’t my fault the baby wanted it.

“Excuses, excuses.” he laughed, placing his hand on my thigh. To which I responded with my middle finger.

The peacefulness of the cafe combined with the love me and Al had for each other, and our growing baby, kept me happy for the day, and brought a tear to my eye. Bloody hormones. Al was quick to comfort me, though. And with him in my life, that was all that mattered.

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gifs-of-puppets · 5 months

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A Muppet Family Christmas (1987)

#a muppet family christmas #muppet news flash #muppet newsman #newsman #news #weather #barometers are falling sharply #falling barometers #the muppets #muppets #muppet #jim henson #christmas special #gif #muppet gif #muppets gif #gifs of puppets

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callmebrycelee · 1 year

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MY MAN CRUSH MONDAY IS...RUSSELL TOVEY

Russell George Tovey is a British actor best known for portraying George Sands in the comedy-drama TV series Being Human as well as Kevin Matheson in HBO’s Looking. Russell was born November 14, 1981 in Billericary, Essex, England. He is 40 years old and a Scorpio. Russell’s television roles include Spywatch, The Mrs Bradley Mysteries, Hope and Glory, Agatha Christie’s Point, Holy City, Silent Witness, The Bill, William and Mary, Gavin & Stacey, Doctor Who, Ashes to Ashes, Agatha Christie’s Marple, Doctor Who Confidential, Sherlock, Drunk History, Looking: The Movie, Quantico, The Flash, Legends of Tomorrow, Supergirl, and The Sister. His film credits include The Emperor’s New Clothes, The History Boys, Effie Gray. Muppets Most Wanted, Blackwood, Pride, Stick Man, The Lady int he Van, The Hippopotamus, The Good Liar, Hallelujah, and Night of the Lotus. Russell can currently be seen in the eleventh season of the FX horror anthology series American Horror Story where he is portraying Detective Patrick Read in NYC. Russell is 5 feet and 10 inches tall.

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astralbulldragon13 · 5 months

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Movie Night

It was raining heavily outside, an occasional grumble of thunder shook the wall, and a flash of lightning illuminated the sitting room. Two people could be seen sitting on a couch with a bowl of popcorn, in front of a television. After a hard week, it was time to relax and enjoy a movie.

(I think we all need some fluffy slice of life to feel better about the state of the universes. These are movies I enjoy that I think other they best suite these characters.)

V & Cheeky (Predator)

These two strike me as horror movie fans

Cheeky was probably apprehensive when V put the movie in after the kids when to bed, especially when she saw the title.

‘V, I swear to god if this is a damn porno-” “Calm down, woman, it’s not a porno, it’s a horror movie, you like them.”

The two of them find this movie oddly hilarious, especially with all the macho men.

Cheeky laughs a lot during the dirty jokes.

V likes the scenes with Arnold, especially where they're the meme scenes.

They love the, "You're one ugly motherfucker," line.

Cheeky usually winds up in V’s lap during

JayJay & Twinkles (Care Bears II: New Generation)

A sweet movie that’s slightly dark. Best thing for these two, so let’s stick with the wholesome.

Jayjay likes the bright colors and the cute little animals.

Twinkle was thinking of getting him a Care Bear for Christmas.

Dark Heart makes them both think of a cuddly Maverick.

Will chant 'I care," during that one scene.

Jayjay always winds up leaning against Twinkle, munching on the popcorn.

Siren x Sweetcheeks (Labyrinth)

Leave it to the siren to enjoy the musical

The whole movie is a bit of a muppet mind-trip, so it fits for these two.

I fully believe that the two would sing along with the songs, like, it’s a whooole karaoke night for these two

Si definitely pulls Sweetcheeks up to slow dance to ‘As the World Falls Down’.

Great, now I want to know if A. Scythe has seen Labyrinth, and B. I need him to cover at least one of the songs.

Thier favorite quote is, 'It's only forever, not long at all.' (Yes, I know it's not an actual line, but it fits them too well!)

Also, these two wind up curled around each other on the couch.

Zombie (before the Zombie) x Wife (The Last Unicorn)

The married couple gets some love with another musical.

I imagine these two watching this movie while the wife was pregnant, just singing along with the amazing soundtrack.

Singing does have some benefit while pregnant, so I picture them singing along to every song.

And when the baby got there, they would play the movie in as background noise.

Their favorite line is 'When men are fairytales and books are written by rabbits.'

They usually wind up spooning on the couch, her back against his chest.

#scythe audio #headcanon #scythe zombie #scythe v #scythe cheeky #scythe sweetcheeks #scythe siren #scythe twinkle

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aerkame · 11 months

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Ok I don’t usually do this but I wanted you to be the judge of this chapter and wanted to know what you think about it. I never written a story and I really wanted this to be out there. What I wanted from supervillain y/n x Wally (ps. This was only what I wanted to tell you. Not criticizing your story because yours is really good. I’m telling you to get this thought off my chest of what I thought when I came up with this prompt.):

It took longer than you thought. The place seemed so much nicer before you took off and yet it ended up a burden to stay there longer. You wouldn’t even call it a home so you moved….You were able to find a place far from here, far from this mess. In a neighbourhood secluded by woods, a place called home. A sweet and short name, simple yet unique. You have no idea what this place would be like. You only heard of this place from a past friend from your town that use to live here. You didn’t ask for what this place was like. You just took it. Anyway to get out.

When you stepped on the padded pathway filled with rainbow colored rocks did you finally get a look at the place. It was small for sure, but you expected that, you wanted that. Somewhere small and separated, just for you. Even from the multicoloured entrance, you could get a good look at the oddly shaped houses, a shop and even a bit of a head piece of a theatre in the back. Never really a strong attribute but it’s fine. You’ll think about that later. You began to step around the edges of the neighbourhood where the trees reached out and yet you found no body walking around.

“Huh. A quiet neighbourhood?” You sighed out with a slight breath as you dragged your suitcases through the grass. Although you would like the idea of help, you wouldn’t want to jinx yourself. The quietness is just what you need to start.

When you saw the only normal looking house reaching the edge of the woods, you can only assume that would be yours. Aside from the one in the middle, it didn’t make you have to do a double take every time it fell into your view. You could swear something moved there but….it’s no matter. Not today. All you have to do was get inside, move in and start at fresh. A clean slate. Away from anyone who knew me. A new ho-

“SURPRISE!!!”

The lights flashed on and a bunch of random strangers came from the darkness with smiling faces, shouting and they looked at you looking for a response. To say you were surprised was an understatement, not even mad could explain it. You just stood there, speechless with widened eyes.

“It’s so nice to meet you!” The pink stranger said as she smiled with wide arms, ready for a hug.

“Um……hi?” You said as you backed up a little. She was too much. She was covered with colors from head to toe. From her fluffy golden hair to her white shoes. Just by the way she looks, you can tell so much about. Too much…

“How was your trip?”

“I-“

“Where are you from?”

“Well….”

“What’s your favourite Color? I love pink but there’s so much to choose from.”

“Maybe-“

“Speaking of colors, I tried to bake you a cake and I couldn’t choose which frosting you would like or which color. So I chose all of them…..” This isn’t good. She’s not even giving me a chance to speak. At this rate, I won’t be able to get out of this. All that work coming here to get a new start will all be in vain. I need something. Something to make her stop. Maybe if-

“Julie, give them some space to speak. They haven’t even taken a breath.” A grey headed puppet said as they placed their hand in the pink stranger.

“Sorry, Sorry! It’s just… Its been a long while since we had someone new here. I got a little bit too excited! Let’s me start all over. WELCOME TO HOME. What’s your name?” The pink muppet exclaimed! Julie……

“….No problem! I’m Y/N! Nice to officially meet you!” You said cheerfully with a sweet toothy grin on your face. So close. You are so lucky, Julie. I came this close to ruining everything I came here for. You’re fine…..for now but if you’re anything to go by, these neighbours might be the same. Quiet neighbours don’t plan surprise parties for strangers. This isn’t the place you expect but this can still be salvaged. Just put up a charming smile and a sweet look and they’ll fall, one by one. You didn’t crack yet but it was too close for comfort. One interaction in and you wanted to break but the longer you spend time with them, the easier it’ll get. So go on. Celebrate. Celebrate the days of a new member for now. Enjoy yourself, Julie. Enjoy the party before…..the RUINING BEGINS!

(I hope you don't mind me answering this publicly, it seems very nice!) I do not know if by what you meant was to share my thoughts on the writing or the story so I will do both! I feel like this is a good opportunity to share some advice since I have two or three asks on writing advice.

Personally, I really like how you described the neighborhood, that was well done, but there are a few times that the sentences seem out of order with the wording. What I mean by this is that some of words could be replaced with other words or have some taken out completely. Or have the sentence structured differently.

"The lights flashed on and a bunch of random strangers came from the darkness with smiling faces, shouting and they looked at you looking for a response. To say you were surprised was an understatement, not even mad could explain it."

This is something I try being aware of myself as I used to do this a lot and I usually just look back at English writing lessons. I know English classes are pretty annoying in most schools up until high school, but most of my writing style is based on what I learned and remembered.

An example of another way to write this

Original: "The lights flashed on and a bunch of random strangers came from the darkness with smiling faces"

Rewritten: "The lights flicked on as strangers stepped out from the darkness, their faces bright with smiles."

An adjective such as "Bright smiles" can be used to show that these strangers are a bright and bubbly bunch.

Another thing that may help in the future is to try and use a lack of descriptions in certain bits to leave room for imagination. This is often used in suspension as the less we know, the more our brain thinks of something and tries to fill in the blanks.

A good habit to start with writing could be copying entire fanfictions or stories you like onto a Google Doc and break them down. Separate the sentences and study how someone might write a scene out and try it a few times with random prompts of your own.

Overall I really like what you wrote, I have a feeling it will be pretty good if what you're doing is a supervillain reader. I can definitely see conflict happening with how friendly the neighbors are and how most supervillains can be, the personalities will most certainly clash!

#welcome home #this person deserves readers #I like the supervillain reader concept #welcome home x reader #not my writing #wally darling x reader #supervillain reader #writing advice

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mariana-oconnor · 5 months

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The Red Circle pt 2

A woman in hiding, a man who uses the most long-winded communication method ever, and apparently danger.

There, dimly outlined at the top window, I could see the shadow of a head, a woman's head, gazing tensely, rigidly, out into the night, waiting with breathless suspense for the renewal of that interrupted message.

The last word you saw was 'danger' and then it was cut off mysteriously. Why are you staring out the window still? Hide! Run! Do something.

“Why, Gregson!” said my companion as he shook hands with the Scotland Yard detective. “Journeys end with lovers' meetings. What brings you here?”

Hi Gregson!

That's a strange way to greet a police officer. Okay then.

“I am on the trail of my life now, Mr. Holmes,” said he. “If I can get Gorgiano—” “What! Gorgiano of the Red Circle?”

And the title becomes clear.

“But we have no warrant for his arrest.” “He is in unoccupied premises under suspicious circumstances,” said Gregson. “That is good enough for the moment."

I don't know much about the Pinkerton agency. But I feel like when a Pinkerton is being more law abiding than you, that's probably a warning sign. Gregson. No.

Our official detectives may blunder in the matter of intelligence, but never in that of courage.

Oh fuck off. They're arresting a man with no evidence. But also - drag them, Watson.

Gregson climbed the stair to arrest this desperate murderer with the same absolutely quiet and businesslike bearing with which he would have ascended the official staircase of Scotland Yard. The Pinkerton man had tried to push past him, but Gregson had firmly elbowed him back.

"businesslike"??!

I don't think that word means what you think it means, Watson. He elbowed the guy on the stairs. What the fuck businesslike behaviour is that.

This is all nonsense.

Not that this matters, the guy's not going to be there anyway. He's dead or gone, one or the other. He was cut off in the middle of the word 'danger'. There are a lot of context clues here.

On the deal boards of the carpetless floor there was outlined a fresh track of blood.

See what I mean?

His knees were drawn up, his hands thrown out in agony, and from the centre of his broad, brown, upturned throat there projected the white haft of a knife driven blade-deep into his body.

For a second there I thought he was just injured. But no. He dead

Holmes had stepped across, had lit the candle, and was passing it backward and forward across the window-panes. Then he peered into the darkness, blew the candle out, and threw it on the floor.

Alright, if he said anything longer than maybe 3 letters, and all of those in the first third of the alphabet, I'm calling bullshit on this. Because there was not near enough of Gregson and the Pinkerton guy going 'what are you doing? Are you signalling? What are you saying?' for him to have had the time to say anything worth saying.

“Perhaps not. That is why I thought it best to summon this lady to your aid.”

The word for come in Italian starts with a V. There is no. way. The other three just stood there while Holmes flashed that candle 22 times and then some more in order to instruct the lady to come to them. Nope. No way. Also, how much of a fucking idiot is she to see "Danger Dang-" then nothing for ages, then see an instruction to leave her hiding place and come here and actually come?

She is so lucky it was Holmes sending that message. They communicated the code in the newspaper. It wasn't even a difficult code to begin with. She had very real reason to suspect that Gorgiano was in trouble and yet...

She's a muppet.

“You have killed him!” she muttered. “Oh, Dio mio, you have killed him!” Then I heard a sudden sharp intake of her breath, and she sprang into the air with a cry of joy.

So she was a prisoner? But then... that just raises more questions.

“But where, then, is Gennaro?” she asked. “He is my husband, Gennaro Lucca. I am Emilia Lucca, and we are both from New York. Where is Gennaro? He called me this moment from this window, and I ran with all my speed.”

“Your cipher was not difficult, madam. Your presence here was desirable. I knew that I had only to flash ‘Vieni’ and you would surely come.”

No, you didn't. That's 59 flashes. He did not have enough time to make 59 flashes with breaks between words. That's not a thing that happened.

Also, the only reason she came was because she's an idiot.

The beautiful Italian looked with awe at my companion.

Oh, no. She's actually an idiot. She actually thought uncoded messages in newspapers and the most rudimentary code were things that no one could possibly work out.

Wow.

OK.

"My splendid, beautiful Gennaro, who has guarded me safe from all harm, he did it, with his own strong hand he killed the monster!"

And now she's implicating her husband in a murder in front of a police officer.

"You understand, madam, that your husband will be arrested and tried for the death of the man who lies before us? What you say may be used in evidence."

Genuinely don't think she did know that. She does not strike me as a person who can handle thinking of anything more than a couple of seconds in advance.

"Gennaro was in my father's employment, and I came to love him, as any woman must."

I don't know if she means in general that any woman must come to love a man (ugh) or if she means that any woman would have come to love Gennaro (ah, the delusions of love).

"My poor Gennaro, in his wild and fiery days, when all the world seemed against him and his mind was driven half mad by the injustices of life, had joined a Neapolitan society, the Red Circle, which was allied to the old Carbonari. The oaths and secrets of this brotherhood were frightful, but once within its rule no escape was possible."

Did your dad maybe know about this before he tried to stop you marrying him? Because I feel like maybe he knew. Or maybe he was just a snob. But given your inability to have any sense of self-preservation, I feel like maybe your dad knew.

"One night his secret came out. I had awakened what he called ‘love’ within him—the love of a brute—a savage. Gennaro had not yet returned when he came. He pushed his way in, seized me in his mighty arms, hugged me in his bear's embrace, covered me with kisses, and implored me to come away with him."

"But once as I looked through my window, I saw two Italians watching the house, and I understood that in some way Gorgiano had found our retreat."

If the same thought and effort were put into covering his tracks as Gennaro put into communication methods, then I'm really not surprised.

But I guess it all ended up alright in the end.

And Holmes and Watson are going to listen to some Wagner.

Good for them.

#Letters from Watson #The Red Circle #Sherlock Holmes #long post

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swallowtailed · 5 months

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palisade 33 !!

this episode fucking whips

so, first thing: labyrinths. the easy association is labyrinth as maze, a place to become lost. but labyrinths can be places to find, as well—paths to follow. you’re supposed to be able to find answers at the center of that kind of labyrinth. (it’s the origin of the term, technically.) which is very appropriate for dust/reflection: once helping people to find understanding, now setting them to wander without a destination.

feels right that figure questions the dream immediately—of course they doubt their dreams, after clem. and thisbe believes the dream because it confirms her doubts, and cori believes it because it gives her what she wants… fucking heartbreaking.

the dreams all place the dreamers in community, but a hollow kind—community out of context. you’re never alone in a catacomb. (are the afflictions lonely?)

i’m curious in what way this has already happened, considering it’s false (according to gur). do they know that or believe it? (not that there’s historically been much of a difference for them.)

figure’s alternate future being one in which they drive their new life like a stolen car and somehow survive while their crew dies… immediately pulling gur and then cori into the dream with them… their life is so bound up with the blue channel. i’m glad they made it this far.

“gucci got a promotion, and then was assassinated” is so funny. i mean obviously bleak as hell. but hilarious

cori showing up in figure’s dream in their context instead of hers, as a zombie in a wrecked mech, would’ve been horrifying enough to break immersion so i get why the dream didn’t do that but like can you fucking imagine

very fun to see cori fight side by side with elle in her dream. i wonder what elle’s dreaming.

also i’m just obsessed with the way sylvi plays cori—the setup and the swing.

thisbe’s dream is essentially being in the “correct” context, right. she’s farming and working with other thisbes. which is something we know she wants, but it’s fascinating to see what holes exist in that dream—missing the blue channel, foremost.

gonna be interesting to see how brnine tries to break her out! very excited for whatever that scene looks like

biggest concern for the rest of this arc is that i don’t see a clear way out of the dust dreams, and the margin for error is pretty narrow. next ep (which… will be not this week?) is gonna be tense. on the other hand, i like that the clocks tick on character choices rather than rolls—feels like any failure will be earned.

eclectic this ep: brooding over your past mistakes is very noir sleuth. carrying around a first edition alise breka novel is not very classically noir but it is extremely good. also it’s definitely the one about leap

with everything else happening i almost forgot about integrity’s new, uh, hand. it’s probably human size, and it’ll probably grow a human size body, but i’m also imagining brnine returning to find a forty-foot black marble mech curled up in their room like a hermit crab. (also: integrity really does think of itself as a tool in a hand, huh.)

hey, if the train brain got a dust copy, does that mean it’s sentient? what is it dreaming??

i think the one human in muppet palisade should be cori, for the reason that i don’t want muppets to have blood. my secondary proposal would be routine rennari

so glad the flash nautilus is free <3

I Roll With Thisbe

#fatt #palisade #palisade spoilers #hello world #fatt lb #33 is so many. how long is this season gonna BE

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superfan44 · 3 months

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The 100 Favorite Movies Challege

As a huge movie buff, I thought I'd try something fun on here. I have decided to launch a new internet challenge: "The 100 Favorite Movies Challenge". The rules are pretty simple and straight forward. You create a list of 100 of your personal favorite movies in alphabetical order, post the list on your home page, then nominate other people/users of your choosing to do the challenge.

There is no limit to what movies can be included on your list. Films within any medium (live action or animated), genre, and decade are more than welcome. Whether it's longtime favorites you were introduced to when you were younger, favorites that you've picked up over the years, or recent discoveries or releases that quickly became your favorites, anything and everything is on the table here.

I'll start off by sharing my list. To be clear, I have way more than 100 favorite movies, but to have the number be anything past that may be a bit much for some people. Please don't judge me if it seems like there might be a few noteworthy titles missing on here. I mainly put this list together just for fun. Alright, here we go!

9 (2009)

Airplane! (1980)

American Graffiti (1973)

Atlantis: The Lost Empire (2001)

The Avengers (2012)

Avengers: Endgame (2019)

Baby Driver (2017)

Batman Begins (2005)

Beetlejuice (1988)

Beverly Hills Cop (1984)

Big Hero 6 (2014)

Black Dynamite (2009)

The Blues Brothers (1980)

Broadway Melody of 1940 (1940)

Captain America: The First Avenger (2011)

Castle in the Sky (1986)

Chicago (2002)

Cowboy Bebop: The Movie (Knockin' on Heaven's Door) (2001)

Deadpool (2016)

Death Proof (2007)

Desperado (1994)

Die Hard (1988)

Django Unchained (2012)

Double Indemnity (1944)

Dragon Inn (1967)

Fantasia 2000 (2000)

Fantastic Mr. Fox (2009)

Flash Gordon (1980)

Ghostbusters (1984)

The Godfather (1972)

Goodfellas (1990)

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly (1966)

The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014)

Guardians of the Galaxy (2014)

History of the World, Part 1 (1980)

Hot Fuzz (2007)

How to Train Your Dragon 2 (2014)

The Incredibles (2004)

Independence Day (1996)

Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade (1989)

Inglourious Basterds (2009)

The Italian Job (2003)

Jaws (1975)

John Wick: Chapter 3 - Parabellum (2019)

Jurassic Park (1993)

Logan (2017)

Lupin the 3rd: The Castle of Cagliostro (1980)

Mad Max: Fury Road (2015)

Meatballs (1979)

Men in Black (1997)

Moana (2016)

Monsters vs. Aliens (2009)

Moonrise Kingdom (2012)

Mr. and Mrs. Smith (2005)

The Muppet Christmas Carol (1992)

National Lampoon's Animal House (1978)

Network (1976)

The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)

North by Northwest (1959)

Notorious (1946)

Once Upon a Time in Hollywood (2019)

The Outlaw Josey Wales (1976)

Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl (2003)

Porco Rosso (1992)

Princess Mononoke (1997)

Pulp Fiction (1994)

Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981)

Ready Player One (2018)

Rear Window (1954)

Rio Bravo (1959)

Robin Hood (1973)

The Rocketeer (1991)

Romeo and Juliet (1968)

Scream (1996)

Seven Samurai (1954)

Shaun of the Dead (2004)

Sherlock Holmes (2009)

Skyfall (2012)

Smokey and the Bandit (1977)

Spaceballs (1987)

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (2018)

Spirited Away (2001)

Star Wars: A New Hope (1977)

Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back (1980)

Star Wars: Return of the Jedi (1983)

The Suicide Squad (2021)

Surf's Up (2007)

Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby (2006)

The Thin Red Line (1998)

Tombstone (1993)

Top Gun: Maverick (2022)

Treasure Planet (2002)

Tremors (1990)

Tron: Legacy (2010)

Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story (2007)

The Wind Rises (2013)

Wonder Woman (2017)

Yojimbo (1961)

Young Frankenstein (1974)

Zombieland (2009)

Now, before I wrap things up, I would like to nominate @skygent, @is0gild , @firecraker-j, @mrcowboytoyou, and @piglets-not-so-big-adventure to do this challenge. Hopefully we can get the ball rolling so more and more people can join in. I look forward to seeing what kind of lists you guys will put together. Good luck!

#internet challenge #favorite #movies #100 #list #invite #fun #personal favorites #too many movies to tag #mediums #live action #animation #genres #years and decades of films

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therealityhelix · 5 months

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Shards of the Nexus: Talking to a Wall

Puzzles is often impulsive, and initially had some Ideas about the separation of masculine and feminine.

Song: 6 Underground-Sneaker Pimps

@cardwrecks @captainbaddecisions

He hunkered down behind his sturdy ancient couch as bullets and other objects whizzed by. Blood blossomed dark on the sleeve of his kelly green suit. It was only a flesh wound, only one bullet, it wasn't that deep. Sure, it seemed like a lot of blood, and it had to soak through his shirt, and the suit lining before showing up on the surface like that, so it was actually more blood than it seemed, but...

The stranger wailed in horror, firing again. The bullet tore a hole through a weak point in the couch, and he dropped down lower, phone pressed to his ear.

“Come on, pick up. Pick up you skinny lunatic!”

There was a soft click, then an exasperated voice.

“All right puzzle boy, you'd better have a damn good reason for waking me up at this hour...never mind. I can hear it. What have you gotten yourself into this time?”

“I'll have you know I didn't instigate this at all.” he protested. “Some weirdo showed up and claimed to be me! Which is impossible because, number one: I'm me, and number two: he's wearing a dress! What kind of self-respecting man does that?”

“What, claim to be you, or wear a dress?”

“Jonathan! This is serious! I've been shot! This man is deranged!”

“Did you hit him with my fear toxin? Is that what's going on?”

He hesitated.

“Eddie? Did you-”

“He touched me!” Eddie snapped. Jonathan heaved a heavy sigh.

“Fool child. Wait it out. The stuff I sell you works fast, but it burns out fast too. It's meant for distraction and escape, not much more.”

“Did you miss the part where I've been shot? You know, with a bullet?”

“You dying?”

“I...don't know?”

“Then suck it up and-”

He missed the rest of what Jonathan said, his eye catching the flash of light off a thread-thin filament looping towards his face.

With a yelp, he threw himself flat on the floor, slipping away from the garrote before it could snare his neck.

“He's got razor floss!” he cried into the phone. “He's trying to take my head off!”

“It's coming! I will stop it!” The stranger yowled. “Sweet mother, I'll protect us this time!”

He braced his good shoulder against the couch, and toppled it over on top of the deranged stranger, diving behind a nearby recliner. He was beginning to get light headed. He couldn't have lost that much blood, could he? But his arm was soaked, and hard to move, cold but burning.

Cephalic vein. Trouble. Either that stranger had better aim than Robin Hood, or he was the luckiest bastard on the planet.

“You said he claimed to be you?” Jonathan asked.

“Ridiculous, I know-”

“No, the same thing happened to me. Some muppet-looking fellow with a burlap mask, but he had my fear toxin formula. He knew things I'd never told anyone. Pamela tells me that she also met such a being.”

“You're not being serious!”

“Don't you already know someone from another world?”

“He's not-”

The Monster wasn't from another world. He was merely...attached to a being that was. And that was only if the 'Hell' that being claimed to come from was an actual physical place somewhere other than this material reality. It was a whole complicated thing, and he hadn't winkled all of the information out of his acquaintance yet.

And this was not the time to think about it!

“Jonathan, I am actively dying as we speak!”

“Well, what do you want me to do about it?”

He paused.

“Don't let them put the wrong name on my headstone.”

“Oh, come on now.”

The sound of a scuffle. Someone else was in his apartment now, wrestling with the homicidal stranger.

“Jonathan, someone new has shown up, I don't know how much longer-”

A figure vaulted the overstuffed recliner he was hiding behind, landing astride him. This new man glared down with dark brown eyes, and took a palm sized capsule from his belt, holding it threateningly in front of Eddie's face.

“Stay still.” the new man demanded, soft lisp slipping between a gap in his teeth. “What did you do to them?”

“I defended myself...” he began, faltering both when he noticed the mans expression harden, and when he noticed the question mark on the shoulder of the mans green jacket.

“It's fear toxin.” he said. Fine. If this really was another Riddler, he'd know what that meant.

The stranger climbed up on the chair, his bright orange hair a wild mess. The new man snatched another capsule from his belt and thrust it into the strangers face, pressing a small button.

A puff of aerosol surrounded the stranger's head, and he reeled back, coughing, collapsing into a moaning sprawl on the floor. Some kind of antidote to the toxin? The new man replaced the empty capsule on his belt.

“Why would you do this?” the brown-eyed man asked. “It's not very mannerly to poison a guest.”

“Some stranger showing up at my door with a cockamamie story and a questionable fashion sense is...not...pardon me...I think I'm...bleeding out...”

The brown-eyed man glanced down at the capsule still held threateningly in front of Eddie's face, and pushed the button.

A whiff of gas entered his lungs. His head spun into darkness, and he knew nothing more.

Unexpectedly, he woke up.

He felt awful, but he was very, extremely alive.

His apartment seemed to have been converted into an emergency medical center, just for him. The makeshift yet professional equipment had all the hallmarks of...

Jonathan. He could hear his deep voice murmuring. Jonathan and...another, smaller Jonathan?

He blinked, trying to clear his vision. No, there really were two of them.

The other men were there as well, the stranger having fixed his mussed hair and rumpled clothes. Aside from a bruise on his cheek, he looked as if there had been no altercation at all.

And that annoyed Eddie.

“You unbalanced, effeminate psycho!” he snapped. “You nearly killed me!”

The stranger drew himself up to his paltry height, hand over his heart like a scandalized matron.

“I?” he huffed in his fluting voice. “You hit me in the face and injected me with fear toxin, you young ruffian!”

“You showed up at my door dressed like a strumpet, with a story only an idiot would fall for-”

The brown-eyed man raised one thick eyebrow at him.

“-and expected anything from me?” He continued. “Anyone claiming to be me ought to at least know what basic caution is!”

“I was pleased to have found you.” the stranger said, turning his nose up. “If I've made any mistakes today, it is that!”

“Oh just that? Not shooting me, not trying to garrote me, not nearly murdering me? Just having an unpleasant time?”

“Unpleasant? Do you know what you made me experience? I would have done none of those things if you hadn't drugged me, scoundrel!”

“Sorry excuse for a drag queen!”

“Hooligan!”

“Come on everyone, let's not start another fight.” the brown-eyed man cajoled. Eddie tensed, but the stranger closed their eyes and sighed.

“I beg your pardon, dear one. That was all very undignified.”

The brown-eyed man patted the stranger's hand consolingly.

“You weren't exactly in your right mind. I've worked with Jonathan Crane on my world, and so I had a reason to have an antidote with me. After all, why would you expect to be drugged like that when talking to one of us?”

Again with that nonsense. The brown-eyed man at least seemed competent, but he was pushing that fairy tale too.

He struggled to sit up, but Jonathan placed a thin hand on his shoulder to hold him down. The smaller Jonathan looked him over impassively.

“Stay down, puzzle boy.” 'his' Jonathan said. “Good to see you've still got your fire, but that body needs rest.”

“I don't want them in my apartment!” he groused. “Going through my things.”

Offense sprouted across both mens faces.

“We're not thieves!” the brown-eyed man asserted.

“Oh?” Eddie drawled insolently. “Weren't you trying to tell me that you're the Riddler?”

Jonathan chuckled, but the stranger scowled.

“How shall we prove this to you?” he asked.

“How can you prove it?” Eddie countered. “It's a ridiculous story, pure imagination! You are untethered from reality, and I have no intentions of joining in on you and your friend's little folie à deux.”

“And what of me?” the smaller Jonathan asked.

He looked so much like 'his' Jonathan, a little shorter, perhaps a little older, but they could easily have been brothers. It proved nothing.

“Jonathan Crane is not unknown for his habit of mindfucking people.” Eddie pointed out. “Myself included.”

'His' Jonathan shrugged.

“S'not wrong.” he admitted. “But this guy is me. Somehow.”

“You experiment on your friends?” the stranger inquired.

“We're not friends.” Eddie said quickly.

“He's just a reliable customer.” Jonathan backed him up. “And this way, he knows for sure that my wares are reliable.”

“And that's good enough for me. I don't need friends.”

“Well, wait. What about that odd fellow from outside of town? The one with the weird eyes?”

“I...guess he counts? We're more like acquaintances.”

“What about Jervis?”

“Occasional partners in crime do not a friendship make.”

“Your standards are bullshit.” Jonathan sighed.

“I should like to meet your Jervis.” The stranger said. “I wonder if he is anything like my Jervis? We are partners, though not in crime~”

He said that last part with some defiance flavoring his sing-song voice. Eddie shrugged.

“Good for you? Is there a reason I should care about your home life, or do you just like to overshare?”

“Actually, given your incredibly negative reaction to my physical appearance, I expected you to have a thing or two to say about my romantic proclivities.”

Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Whatever. I don't care. If you're gay, you're gay, but you don't need to pretend to be a woman because of it.”

The stranger blinked.

“Oh, I think there's been a miscommunication. I am not a man.”

Eddie looked the stranger carefully up and down. He-she?-was wearing a very elegant and classy dress that reached nearly to the ankles. It wasn't revealing, but it was perfectly tailored. Eddie could see the shape of the shoulders, the chest, the waist and hips. The jewelry didn't hide the adam's apple, the curve of the jaw. Still...it was possible wasn't it? That this was a woman? Eddie didn't really get along well with many women, and never cared to focus on the shapes and forms they could take.

“Ah, don't mistake me. I am not a woman either. I am...both. Upon occasion.”

“They're sort of in between.” the brown-eyed man offered.

Eddie's eyes narrowed. They. He'd heard of this before, but hadn't taken the concept seriously. Then again, he'd also never personally met such an individual, and rarely believed anything he was told without proof. But on the other hand, as a person of logic, he also could not refuse proof when it was presented to him. 'They' it was then. That was easy enough.

“Well how was I supposed to know that?” he complained.

“I'm afraid you didn't give me much time to explain before poisoning me with fear toxin.” the stranger said coldly.

“Again, you just showed up at my door out of the blue and began babbling about what seemed to be nonsense, and touching me. How could I have possibly known you weren't an enemy? Are you telling me that the Riddlers don't have enemies?” he scoffed.

The two looked at each other.

“Well...” the stranger said slowly. “I...don't really. Not anymore.”

“I have a lot of enemies.” the brown-eyed man admitted. “But none of them would just show up at my door to say hello!”

“Well mine do! Some of them think it's funny, some of them do it as some kind of domination tactic, whatever. I have to dodge death weekly, and that isn't even counting the Bat and the cops!”

“You seem a bit young to be facing so much danger.” the stranger said gently. Eddie bristled again, hating for the thousanth time how slowly he seemed to be maturing.

“I am an adult, and have been for years.” he grumbled. “That should be all that matters. And your opinion about it isn't going to change the minds of my enemies.”

The stranger had enough grace to look abashed.

“I suppose I did not give you enough time to explain either.” they conceded.

It would have to do.

#shards of the nexus #puzzles!riddler #Detective!riddler #YJ!riddler #jonathan crane #the scarecrow

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