#[age 9]

[romanthesecond]

Roman’s little brothers were strange. That didn’t mean he loved them any less, but it was hard enough when Roman realized that his brain worked differently to everyone else's, and then the twins had popped out with two entirely new brains for him to deal with.

Well, entirely new was a stretch. 

When Logan got overwhelmed, he’d rock himself backwards and forth, just like Daddy did. Virgil chose to curl up like a hedgehog, even putting on a sharp attitude that he definitely picked up from Papa. 

But there were things his brothers did that Roman hadn’t seen in his parents, like right now.

“What are you doing?”

“Playing.” Logan’s face was fixed in its usual frown, which Roman had come to realize wasn’t actually an I’m-Feeling-Bad frown and instead just the way his face seemed to rest.

“Well, what are you playing?” Roman asked, tilting his head.

It wasn’t any game he’d seen before. There were no toys, or dramatic yelling, or other people. It was just Logan in the backyard, taking big steps before turning himself around and moving again.

Logan didn’t seem to know what game it was either. If it was anyone else, they might have shrugged, but he just kept moving as if he hadn’t heard.

“I asked what you were playing, four eyes.” Roman growled, crossing his arms.

“Dad said to play outside,” Logan finally replied, taking five big steps before spinning himself around on one foot, “Virgil is napping. I do not like the Outside Toys.”

Logan always gave weird answers, like he thought that if he explained his thought process, everyone would have the same conclusion he came to. Unfortunately for him, most people didn’t. The only people who seemed to get him were their dads, and that was mostly because of how similar he was to Remus. Not even Virgil seemed to understand how his brain worked, and twins were supposed to have freaky mind reading powers.

“What the hell are outside toys? Stuff we can only play with outside, like water guns or footballs?” Roman had already moved on from trying to figure out what he was playing, because it didn’t look fun at all, and instead focused on this new topic.

“Yes.” Logan nodded, before pausing and shaking his head. “No.”

Roman waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t.

Roman wondered what went on in Logan’s brain. He wanted to know how everyone's brain worked, which adventures they pictured when they closed their eyes, or what thoughts got stuck and which ones flew away, but he wanted to dig into Logan’s the most.

“Explain outside toys to me,” Roman asked sweetly, because ever since he’d turned thirteen, he’d decided he wanted to be a bit nicer, “So I can understand you. Just try. Please.” He added the last word on as an afterthought, even though he knew politeness didn’t matter to Logan.

“Outside Toys are in the green bucket. They are unhygienic because of rain and dirt.” His brother explained, still moving. Five big steps, a turn on one foot, then repeat.

“Okay. I get it now.” Roman grinned, because he really did.

Logan was the cleanest person he’d ever met. He didn’t like kisses because of germs, and he’d learnt how to clean his clothes by hand so he didn’t have to wait for the laundry basket to fill up. They all had to wipe their shoes on the welcome mat extra well if Logan was watching, and he wouldn’t eat food with his hands, not even pizza!

Roman felt a little dumb for not figuring it out by himself, honestly. He knew if his dads could hear him thinking that, they’d get mad and tell him that being slow wasn’t as bad as everyone said it was. He was working on being nicer to other people, and it took a lot of work, so lately Roman wasn’t very kind to himself.

“I’m sorry for calling you four eyes, by the way.”

Logan paused his game to squint up at Roman and replied,

“That is incorrect. I only have two eyes.”

Roman laughed because, just like he didn’t understand his brother very well, his brother didn’t understand him either.

[phipiohsum475]

My child wrote the best intro on their essay on Wolves. I'll transcribe it below, spelling errors and all:

Wolves

The howl of the night echoes across the quit forrest. Is it a call for help. Is god speaking to you? What is it? Its a wolf. Wolves are amasing createres. I can't wait to tell you about these awsome and misunderstud animals.

[tryst-art-archive]

From 2000 - 2003

My internet journey began on Neopets, and I transplanted into deviantArt in 2004, so these drawings all predate when I started posting work publicly.

This is archival. You can find my current work @tryskits

[alittlevampyreandherteddybear]

Vladdy and I are drawing "minipets" (my imaginary virtual pet franchise)

[egophiliac]

Since book 7 part 5 (the part where we meet Meleanor/Maleanor 👀) is coming to EN this month, i would love to see your take on lilia’s proposal to meleanor! i mean they were like little kids right? it couldn’t have been that serious…i think the only reason she even brought it up again is because she could tell lilia still genuinely loved her…(even if he didn’t realize it himself?) but, oh well! Let’s think about silly childhood shenanigans to numb the pain! ^_^ (orz)

oh shit?! get ready for a doozy guys, it's comiiiiiing ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

I chickened out of posting the whole thing (look, I get VERY carried away when it comes to these wacky kids and their Tragedy), but I do believe that it probably ended with Lilia getting embarrassed and just shoving the first thing he sees into his mouth to try and cover for it.

(we're just lucky it wasn't a frog this time)

[critter-of-habit]

My Dragon Age ot3 and their long suffering fourth wheel Aveline 😌

[leapdayowo]

Season 9 Docm77 (+world eater!)

Doc just peacefully tending to his tomatoes while mass destruction happens in the background (this idea has been sitting on my to do list probably for a year, but it’s finally here!)

Also these are on the same page :3

[kittyoperas]

heavy is the head.

[incognitopolls]

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[johnnydany]

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[fckbatmanhiskidsareminenow]

ya know what i think a better (let’s be honest i mean funnier) version of jason’s attack on the titans tower would be? if tim had already somehow figured out who the red hood was and instead of jason wearing that god awful robin costume he just came as red hood.

tim (playing along with the drama of it all): who are you??

jason: i’m the red hood

tim: close enough welcome back, jason todd

jason:..what?!

[achos-laazov]

Neptune outgrew her ballet leotard.

I can not find a long-sleeve, high-necked leotard that is both the pink that the studio wants her to wear and also her size.

[lenateliier]

Maomao in various hanfu #1: Garden Party Outfit

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 319

Ghosts can retreat to their core when they’re hurt enough. Really, when they’re close to a second death, or in such distress that they risk shattering themselves. They, for lack of better term, hibernate until it’s safe for them reform, and continue on their way. 

Halfas are a little… different. 

See, technically, they can’t die. One half will end up healing or reviving the other. But, they can still retreat to their core. The issue comes from well, the living half, that is, the half still made of flesh and bone. Which unlike ectoplasm, cannot shift and meld at will, and in fact? Most if not all of it is, once more for lack of better term, shed. 

Meaning that halfas, should they retreat to their core emerges with the body noticeably… smaller. 

Now of course they keep their memories, their core would never forget after all, unlike the brain which relied on more… fleshy means. Not that the current halfas were exactly aware of that fact when they instinctively did so in self preservation. They are… not pleased upon their emergence. 

The woman who stole their cores- which were apparently sold as gemstones what the fuck- is… definitely not happy either. And- okay that is not their english, where the fuck did they end up- 

[hellofriendhawke]

Reverse Robins // Damian, Jason, and Dick at least