#I love this evil little man

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

@allvalley100

Prompt: First and Last

Pairing: Hawkmetri

So this week's prompt kinda reminded me of this roleswap au I wrote forever ago, and the mental image of Demetri chasing Eli through the computer lab like a psycho instead of vice versa (which, hilariously, was probably my absolute fave mini-scene to write in that AU). Demetri seems to be canonically faster, so I don't think it would end well for poor Eli D:

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“First place!”

Demetri dashes off the playground’s edge, cheering. Eli’s left stumbling after.

“Unfair!”

Demetri leans on a tree, flashing a gap-toothed grin. “You’re such a sore loser.”

“Who cares about winning a 2-person race?”

---

He cares now.

8 years later, being chased through the computer lab by a Cobra-Kai-brainwashed Demetri, Eli’s losing again.

“Little Eli Moskowitz! Can’t run forever.”

Spidery arms ensnare Eli’s waist, turning him and slamming him against the wall.

“Always in last place, aren’t we?” Demetri smirks.

Green eyes flash in the darkness, a bony fist raising.

“Let’s see if you’re still a sore loser.”

[starry-bi-sky]

Unpleasant Revelations - DPxDC Ficlet Idea for the Stillborn Au

"Have you met my youngest, Damian, Mr. Masters?"

Its only from twenty years of long, hard experience and practice that Vlad doesn't increase the room temperature from 'borderline uncomfortably cool' to 'unbearably hot' the moment Bruce Wayne pulls his youngest and "only" biological son out in front of him.

He puts only in quotations because twelve year old Damian Wayne looks scarily, uncannily like one Daniel Brown. Jack and Maddie's foster son, second victim of their foolishness, and only other halfa in existence. Second only to him.

It's nauseating how similar they look. From the scowl and terrible glare on the young boy's face, to his brown skin -- which was only a few shades lighter than Daniel's, the shape of his nose, and even the strange winged edge of his eyebrow. Something that Vlad has long since come to find endearing on the child he considered a son of his own. The only difference was that Damian had dark, sharp green eyes.

Daniel's eyes were blue. The same glacier shade as his father's, who stood behind Damian with a proud, oafish smile on his visage.

It was infuriating how similar they look. Vlad might not have rapidly swung the room temperature from one extreme to the other, but he can't stop himself from letting the fury burning within his core from slipping out and raising the temperature up a few degrees.

Because it really only meant one thing.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were related.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were brothers.

Standing in front of him, it was clear as day. He can already picture a phantom image of Daniel standing beside Damian, the same scowl written on his face, the same glare carved into his eyes. The only difference being the dark, exhausted circles beneath them that seemed to be permanently painted onto his skin. The only thing missing being the permanent loneliness and vigilance permeating his being like a scar.

This, if revealed, would be enough to ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation. Or, at the very least, darken it quite a bit. The great philanthropist Bruce Wayne with another secret blood child? One related to his youngest? One that had been put into foster care? Seemingly thrown away?

It would be a firestorm.

One that Vlad is not keen on starting.

It would ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation, yes. But it would hurt Daniel in the process -- the harassment he would face alone might just be enough to break that fragile child completely. That was just not something he could allow. Or, even worse, bring him into his biological father's care and custody -- something Vlad was even less willing to allow.

It's not out of kindness to Wayne that Vlad will keep mum about this.

His grip on his champagne flute tightens, just a bit. He's still aware enough of the world around him to not let it shatter in his hands. His plastered, pleasant smile tightens around the corners, and he forces his focus to slide from Damian to Wayne.

"The resemblance is uncanny, Mister Wayne." He says, slanting his smile to the side slyly. Although he's not talking about the resemblance between Wayne and his son. Rage simmers beneath his skin, burning coal and embers in the core of his chest, nestled between his lungs, as he meets the man's eyes.

Wayne swaggles his head proudly, his ditzy smile widening as he squeezes his son's shoulder affectionately. Bastard, Vlad wants to spit.

He breathes in through his nose, and exhales out through his mouth. The champagne in his hand cools, and stops its unusual bubbling.

The Damian boy scoffs under his breath, his mouth still coiled upward into a scowl. With the revelation of his blood relation to Daniel evident, Vlad's not sure if he should find it endearing or not.

He is not Daniel, so he decides that it's just simply irritating. He decides to ignore it.

"And you said he was your only biological son?" He asks, voice lilting and head tilting. He knows its a suspicious question at worst, insulting at best. But considering Wayne's past proclivities, he can hardly call it an unexpected question.

Damian puffs in great offense, face twisting angrily. It reminds him of Daniel when Vlad insisted that he was wrong about something or other, and for a moment his heart swells, fond.

But this is not his child, and so the feeling quickly crashes and burns, simmering back into rage. This was not Daniel -- this was his replacement. A replacement that Wayne was free to keep.

Wayne chuckles, idiotically, as if he'd said some funny joke. Vlad's other hand, the one gripping his cane -- something he's required ever since he was dispatched from the hospital all those lonely years ago -- tightens instead. He grinds his teeth -- him and Jack Fenton would get along like a house on fire, he hates it.

"I can understand why you'd ask that, Mister Masters," Wayne says, squeezing Damian's shoulder again, "but yes, Damian is my only biological son. Although that doesn't mean I don't love my other children any less."

Bastard.

For all his posturing and flouncing about caring for his city and his children, Vlad never would have thought the Prince of Gotham capable of abandoning one of them.

But, well.

They all have their dark secrets.

And what one man throws away, another man picks up. If Bruce Wayne didn't want the treasure child that was Daniel Brown, then Vlad Masters was more than happy to take him instead.

"I see."

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[b4tfreak]

I just think he's pathetic in the most loving way possible.

[auss2egr2t]

some moto sketches :3333

[mmiillk]

Meowtinel Prime

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

miss dimitrescu and the sopping wet cat she found outside in the snow

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[samberrybay]

I DON'T SEE ENOUGH PEOPLE TALK ABOUT THIS NEW MASTERPIECE BY PAN4-NIM????

Like HELLO????? THIS IS SO OUT OF POCKET BUT I'M ABSOLUTELY NOT COMPLAINING!!!!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Peeped the horrors

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[aaron-romave]

Dc prompt

 You know that one party game that you play when you are really close to everyone, where everyone writes a bunch of facts about themselves or others on paper and then someone pulls one out and read it and it’s something along the lines of “who here has gotten the most speeding tickets” or “who had a pet tarantula named pebbles” and then on the count of three everyone points to who they think that fact belongs to. Now imagine the batfam playing that with the Justice league. The bats know absolutely everything about everyone and they can use this to pull out insane facts. Also imagine. (Ps I’m making up all of the facts)

The justice league party has been going on for a while and they’ve been playing this game with mostly lighthearted questions. Who’s had a pet lizard named A Lizard? Who ate an entire can of cat food on a dare? Who has broken the most doorhandles? 

And then this card is pulled, who’s attempted the most murder?

The JL thinks that this is easy seeing as Red “heads in a duffel bag” Hood is sitting right there. 

3  2  1 

The JL points at Red Hood

The entire Batfam points at Red Robin, including himself. 

[yeonbam]

joke in episode 7 preview: and for my next trick I will yearn so hard your heart will clench at the thought of my sorry little face for the rest of the week

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[melljam]

gitae is back as well !!!

[sarcastic-clapping]

"how can you still like lestat after every episode, seeing everything he's done?" the answer is very simple actually

[lesbiradshaw]

If we get out of this alive, I’m gonna kill you myself.

[citrine-elephant]

what little i still know about re and what fun little facts i've seen about leon made me wanna do a "what if leon, but b.o.w"

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[mikimeiko]

Our Flag Means Death Season 2 - one gif per episode (with the first gif from their first scene and the last gif from their last scene) | Izzy Hands

[miniagula]

sorry ghouls but the latest chapter of suitor armor is kinda making my neurons fizzle out

like. do you Get It