#Professor Hood

[goodoldfashionedengineer]

Teacher: Sorry for being late, in exchange, we'll end the lesson earlier

Jason Todd, aka 'Robin': (⁠●_⁠●⁠)

(internally: *appalled* how can the lesson be shortened when we already began later, the math doesn't add up)

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Jason Todd, aka 'Red Hood', being particularly mad at the Batfam over something: Sorry for being late for the mission. In exchange, I'll end my part of it earlier

[gothamite-rambler]

Harley Quinn's Redemption arc starts with Jason

Headcanon: Harley Quinn is way nicer to Jason Todd after leaving Joker and formal with the other Robins. She wants to prove to him she's not Mister J or affiliated with him. He hates her at first, but Harley Quinzel - Psychiatrist and insane clown girl will not give up.

Harley Quinn, opened the door of an empty warehouse where Jason is tied up at. He got tied up by the drug fiends, but Harley took care of that. Jason eyes widen in shock and then harden with anger as Harley skips over to him.

Harley: Hey Jacey, miss me?

Jason (glaring at the woman while his mouth is tapped shut): *muffled curse words*

Harley (smiling while her eyes shifted in shock): Haven't heard harsh words like that in a few years. Not from who you'd think eitha, it was my great aunt whenever she dropped by for Thanksgiving. Good times. Anyways, dontcha worry, I knocked out the guys blocking the doors. You're welcome.

Harley Quinn rips off the tape.

Jason: How- Owwwww!

Harley : It's just tape, I've had waxes worse than that. Waxin' is the worst, let me tell ya.

Jason: How-

Harley (interrupting Jason): Avoid at all costs. Oh and for the question how did I knows you were here. I'm the partner Batsy set ya up with.

Harley (covering a red faced Jason's mouth): Relax, I pestered him for a week to let me. My idea, not his. I'm really good at breaking people down.

Harley cut the ropes with a large knife. Jason stood up, rubbing his sore wrists. His stare at Harley was filled with fury.

Harley: You got taller and are rockin' the white-

Jason: Leave!

Harley: I can't leave ya alone. Batsy told me to keep ya safe and I will. I tracked who these guys are linked to.

Jason: Great, you can deal with that. I'm going home.

Harley: You have to come with me, I'm trustworthy-

Jason (covering the woman's mouth): Thank you soooo much for coming to my aid. It's super great you 'totally' changed. Do that, away from me.

Jason stormed off, exiting the warehouse, ignoring the unconscious guards. Harley skipped with him, not giving up.

Harley: You're welcome! Jacey, give me a chance we're trauma siblings. We both dealt with the Joker. I get that you hold a little resentment towards me.

Jason: You let him kill me!

Harley: And I am sorry for that. My voice sounds like I'm faking it, but this is how I talk.

Jason: Like a lunatic?

Harley: Ha, ha. Seriously I can make it up to ya.

Jason: No you can't. Bye.

Jason kept walking wanting to be done with this failed mission. Harley crosses her arms with a smirk.

Harley: Guess I'll deal with that cargo of cocaine those guys were movin' over. It's linked to a major drug ring, Snowflame is the drug lord-

Jason: Don't care.

Harley: You never met Snowflame, have you? The cocaine powered super villain.

Jason (over his shoulder): That's not a real man.

Harley: He is very real and very insane. He snorts loads of cocaine to fight people, somehow has an electric guitar play when he talks, but maybe he's too strong for ya. That's okay, I'll leave you be.

Harley skipped past Jason, sly smile on her face.

Harley (slyly): He'll have cocaine powder on his face.

Jason sighs.

Jason: I gotta see this guy. I'll go with you!

Harley: Yay, you're going to love this and afterwards you get a stickea.

Jason: I don't want a sticker!

Harley followed behind Jason eager to be working together.

Harley: But it's a puffy cat sticka.

Jason: I'm not a preschooler.

Harley: Fine, I won't give it to ya.

Jason : I... Might want to see it.

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Two weeks later while Jason was out shopping for fruits, Harley snuck up behind him while carrying her bat.

Harley: Hey Jacey!

Jason screamed causing Harley to scream.

Harley: Calm down!

Jason: How did you find me?!

Harley: Saying I was followin' ya is the least creepy answa. I was followin' ya . Batsy told me ya were lookin' for a therapist. I mean hello, here I am.

Jason (shaking his head): Nope. Nope, not you. I'm not taking you as a therapist.

He walked past her. She jumps in front of him making him throw his arms up annoyed.

Harley: Come on, Jacey, I'm accredited and everything.

Jason: I heard you slept with your professor to coast through college.

Harley: Lies! I hate that stupid rumor! I'm incredibly smart! I can already read you like a book. You struggle with trust issues, have PTSD, anger issues you have to manage and... Severe depression along with an unspecified mood disorder.

Jason: ...

Harley: How close was I?

Jason (walking past the woman): You're not going to be my therapist!

Harley: I was right. Jacey when you get past my accent I give solid advice. Jace, wait, if you don't want me, I know a couple people.

Jason ran off exiting the store, but Harley was hot on his heels, determined to help him whether he wanted it or not. Jason didn’t fully hate Harley; he just recognized that her approach wasn’t the way to earn someone’s forgiveness. He sighed, feeling the frustration of the situation wash over him.

Harley: We're sprintin'! I love sprintin'! That is a healthy way to work out your frustrations.

Jason: Harley!

Harley: Come on, give me a chance!

Jason: Stop chasing me!

[swordanddaggerarts]

I’ve been obsessed with those “What I would wear as your teacher” reels/TikToks so now I’m pushing my professor Jason agenda

[superheroes-or-whatever]

Batman (2016-) #137 art by Jorge Jimenez

[daily-eah-facts]

Fact #17:

Baba Yaga taught Red Riding Hood how to make a smoke bomb.

Source: The books

[verieriberries]

POWER THOUGHT

bruce wayne x professor utonium from powerpuff girls

like, just think about it

both dads of vigilante/hero children

bruce gets more opportunities to girldad (his fave would deffo be bubbles)

the batkids get an emotionally open figure in their lives

cass, steph, barbs and whatever other daughters bruce has gets more sisters

dami and buttercup would either kill each other on sight or would become allies

dick and blossom eldest daughter core

bubbles and cass do ballet together

tim and professor nerd out w each other

like, PLEASE PLEASE IMAGINE IT

professor utonium transfers to wayne enterprises r&d and like, bonds with tim over science and stuff (tim’s an intern). and of course, bruce wayne has to meet this guys because 1) new employee and it would be rude of Brucie Wayne™️ to not check on him and 2) tim’s been talking about this dude and he wanted to thank the man for not undermining his son’s intellect

and so he goes and whoops, exactly his type. the b in bruce wayne stands for bisexual and there’s two things that get him going: mean women e.g selina & talia and soft men e.g clark in those first years they knew each other and, now apparently included in the list, professor utonium

and the professor DOES NOT shut up about his daughters. dang, more points. although that kinda made bruce a little worried that the professor was a married man but his worries were put to rest when the man confirmed that he had been single ever since he graduated college.

so, should he shoot his shot? survey (tim and alfred) says yes.

that’s still the gist of it but bonus miscellaneous stuff

the number of batkids the batfam has is up to you

the age of the ppg is also up to you

younger ppg (like, 5-8): dami’s not the youngest anymore and he takes pride in being an older brother, dick is just delighted, the girls get a bunch of older brothers and sisters that are all very protective even when they find out that the ppg have superpowers

teen ppg: 95% risk of dami or buttercup killing the other, dick and blossom bonding about being ‘leaders’, bubbles brings a boyfriend home one time and the boyfriend never returned under the terrifying glares of batfam + blossom and buttercup (professor utonium was the only nice one), the ultimate sparring sessions

bruce teaches the ppg hand-to-hand combat and to not rely so much on their powers

batfam gets free laser dodging training courtesy of the girls’ laser eyes and just about any type of training pertaining fighting against superpowered enemies

this has been bugging me all day and i NEED someone with more motivation to draw or write about this. and if you do make art or fics, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TAG ME 🛐🛐🛐🛐

[mrs-sharp]

I miss him.

[beezonia]

You ever think about Red and Badwolf and the hood-badwolf family in general

I do

thinking about how they would have acted like they hated each other around the school in case anyone found out

How Red would have begged the evil Queen to keep their relationship a secret so either of them didn’t get punished

How short their time together might have been during their high school years , but they always made the most of it by sharing hopes and dreams

We’re Cerise and Ramona born far away from where people could find out about the hood-badwolf family

How would Red’s family react if they found out about their relationship

Thinking about how Ramona and Cerise were forced into a heated rivalry because of their destinies

God they have so much angst potential and these are jumbled thoughts but I hope you get me!

[rosebudfics]

~PLEASE READ BEFORE REQUESTING~

Minors DNI or lerk in the shadows

Hello fellow snape lovers! This is a new blog however I am not new to writing! I have a separate blog specifically for writing but I will not let anyone know what it is due to the fact that I am afraid I will receive hate/threats because I enjoy Harry Potter. And before anyone comes at me, no I do not condone to the actions that JK Rowling has done!!! I simply just enjoy the series because of how much comfort it brings me.

Request Rules:

I WILL write: fluff, angst, suggestive, female and sometimes gender neutral reader unless its spicy, and domestic stuff!!

I will NOT write: Smut, incest, pedophillia, rape/no consent, racism, homophobia, abuse, professor x student, daddy kink, piss/shit fetish or anything related to those!!

As for the characters I will write for, I will mainly write for Severus Snape however I am open to recieving requests for Colonel Brandon from Sense and Sensibility, Sheriff Nottingham from Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, Hans Gruber from Die Hard, and David Friedman from Judas Kiss!

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I will write head canons, drabbles, and short fics! Possibly full length fics if an idea that i really like is either requested or i think of!

Masterlist Below the cut!

Severus Snape

New Professor - Snape x Professor! Reader

Sick Days - Snape x Wife! Reader

Girl Dad - Dad! Snape x Mom! Reader

Secret Lovers - Snape x Wife! Reader

Colonel Brandon

Your Last Night - (ANGST) Colonel Brandon x ill! Reader

Sheriff Nottingham

Nothing yet!

Hans gruber

Nothing yet!

David Friedman

Nothing yet!

[direwolfrules]

EAH Fandom, what do y’all think was going through Red’s grandma’s head as she was trapped in the closet, stuck listening to Red and Badwolf flirt via stupid jokes. Cause I imagine something like:

Red and Badwolf: *Stupid jokes and giggling*

Grandma: “My goodness, I’ve raised a furry.”

[A few minutes later]

Red and Badwolf: *Still making stupid jokes and giggling*

Grandma: “If I have to listen to another minute of this nonsense, when the Huntsman shows up I’m going to have him hit me with his axe and PUT ME PUT OF MY MISERY!!”

[igotanidea]

Essay : professor!todd x student!reader part 1

A/N: this is a completely new verse, I just couldn;t stop myself, so if you ever get ideas for that one I'll take them in a heartbeat.

A/N 2 : I was wondering whether to finish it here of give you more spice, but decided to just whet your appetite for part 2 ;)

***

Do you know how they used to call her in high school?

The unsullied.

Like in a freaking “game of thrones”

All because while her friends were partying, getting drunk and scoring, she was far more focused on her education and school work. And damn, that girl was sharp. Her writing and literature skills and instincts were something people would admire if they weren’t shallow and judgmental.

Instead she got the teasing nickname and all her peers treated her like she didn’t exist.

And of course it hurt, not having girlfriends or anyone who would even try to understand why she would rather spend her time in the library in the company of Shakespeare or Emily Bronte or Charles Dickens instead of drinking and having accidental sex. It was painful to admit that she never had a boyfriend or that she lacked experience in so many social areas. But she just clenched her teeth and pushed through, telling herself that she didn’t have to have all the answers at the age of 17.

She worked hard for a couple years and that got her a scholarship and entry to the college of her own choice. And while her parents and family were pushing her to choose something big, like New York or other big city, much to their surprise and displeasure, she decided to stay in the state and attend Gotham University.

“Why?” her mother almost got a heart attack upon hearing the revelations, choking on the fancy cake served at the tea.  (one more word about the girl – she came from the really fancy, new-money family, where she never fit, being way to feisty and fiery. She could never be described as a lady despite her mother’s best efforts).

“Just because” she shrugged

“watch your tone, girl.” Her father warned “never speak to your mother like this.”

“sorry, sir.” She smiled apologetically, but it was meant more like a sarcasm then a real word of remorse “ Gotham has one of the best university literature program. And since it’s something I want to pursue….”

“I think we should let her make her own choices, father. Y/N knows what she’s doing.”

Thank god, for her older brother, Tom, who always had her back. He was the only person she was going to miss when leaving. But he was right. She knew what she was doing. And Gotham did have the best literature course. And that was because of one of the professors, Jason Todd.

At the young age of 26, being only a couple years older than her, he managed to finish his studies summa cum laude and having a few awards on his account decided to dedicate his life into teaching and shaping young minds. Y/N couldn’t wait to attend one of his classes.

Yeah, college was going to be life changing for her.

Only she didn’t know how much when she first stepped into the hall of residence.

***

Soon enough she found out that first years were not supposed to attend Todd’s classes. Apparently something about heavy and mature content on different levels.  To put it simply, no one below 21 were allowed to engage in those discussions.

But Y/N was sly and determined enough to sneak into the evening lectures, making notes to herself and being an original thinker she got so much ideas and inspirations just by sitting in the corner of the classroom and listening. It went like that for half a year and she believed herself to be clever enough to not get notices, but apparently professor Todd was even better in the art of deception. And it all started when she lost her notebook while leaving and figured it out on the way to her room.

“Shit!” she hissed turning around immediately and looking for the lost item on the way. If it were to get into unfit hands, in the worst case – dean’s – and her secret would be uncovered , she would be expelled immediately due to not abiding the rules “Fuck!” she whispered-yelled again, having reached the classroom and still not finding it.

“don’t creep there, miss Y/l/N, come on in.” Professor Todd’s voice echoed through the empty hall and she shivered. How the hell did he know she was there? And more importantly, how the fuck did he know who she was?!

“I’m sorry to interrupt professor.” She started “I’m just …. I mean, I…..”

“Lost something?” he asked, his green eyes meeting hers and it was like a spark of electricity through her. God, was he handsome. Only now, she understood  the rumours on the campus, something about girls attending his course just for him, not really for the books and stories. Shit! She didn’t really have much opportunities to watch Todd while sneaking out and watching her every step.

“Yeah, I …. I mean, I…..” she stuttered “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t even be here, and what I’m writing there is just stupid and …..”

“The only thing stupid here is that no one under 21 can join my class.” Todd laughed sonorously “come here, miss Y/N, please, sit, I won’t give your secret away.”

“You won’t?” hypnotised by his voice and eyes she took a few steps forward and perched on the first desk, out of instincts waving her legs in the air in a child-like manner.

“No. Sure not. I read some of your notes, forgive me that” he apologised quickly seeing the terror on her face “and those are good. Like really good. I don’t think I have such an original thinker here in like …. ever, to be honest” he smiled brightly “how old are you again?”

“almost 20 now.” She sighed in frustration. Here she was, sitting in front of her idol, unable to get full advantage of his knowledge.

“such a shame. Would love to know your brain more.”

“Can I just have it back and be on my way? I won’t bother you anymore, I promise I don’t want any trouble." she reached for her notebook, but did it so clumsily that it made her lost her balance in the process and she started falling to the ground, when her weight overbalanced the desk. She would probably end up on the floor, if it wasn’t for Todd’s reflexes. His strong arms found a way around her waist holding her tight, her hands locking on his arms and all of a sudden feeling safe and not so eager to leave.

“You good there?” he asked as their gazes met.

“Yeah…. I…..” once again the spark flew between them. Maybe it was just her imagination but she saw something predatory and …. lustful(?) in his eyes. “I… I really should be going now, professor. It’s late and after curfew and ….. sorry.” She grabbed the book from his hands, fixed her shirt and bag and rushed out the door.

“Miss Y/L/N?” he called after her and the girl spun around to face him.

“You can keep coming to my classes. Like I said, it’s a stupid rule and your secret’s safe with me.’

“Um, yeah, sure, professor, thank you.” She mumbled and practically took off running to her room, having absolutely no idea what was happening to her .

***

She didn’t get much sleep that night, instead taking care of the urge and itching between her legs, imagining green orbs and silky voice calling her good girl and a one particular man touching her. Good thing she had a single room with pretty thick walls.

***

It became pretty clear that classes were not enough for either of them. All things considered they kept it professional for a long time, only meeting in public places, discussing some teacher-student stuff, not really making any of the stuff suspicious. Apart from some additional rumours, nothing new on the campus, they were extremely correct and hesitant to do anything stupid.

But.

Literature talks and exchanging beliefs and ideas quickly led to getting to know each other on way more personal level. She learnt about his family, his adopted father and brothers and he got the whole story of how she was treated in school and why she chose to specialise in literature.

They were getting close.

Arguably closer than teacher – student should, but the more time they spend together the less they cared.

Soon enough their meetings moved from the classrooms and campus to the outside places. And from the days to the nights, always being careful not to get caught. But the urge and the sexual tension between them was making them slip.

It was only a matter of time before someone would lose the war of nerves and needs.

***

Since the dean was tuned in to everything that was happening on the uni ground, after a couple of months Todd was called into his office and had to some heavy explanation of why he was doing nothing less but hanging out with a student that was still under the legal age.  Barely, but sill.

And with the natural ease and smoothness the young professor talked and talked about y/n’s talent and insight and how she was wasting her potential while waiting to be admitted to his classes. He used some pretty convincing arguments about the fame and reputation the uni would get if she becomes the exception to the rule and get the permission to attend despite her age.

And all that seemed to convince the dean.

Y/N was allowed to attend Jason’s course.

And that meant more time spend together.

***

“I almost forgot. I got your essays graded.” He stated one Tuesday evening almost ending the lecture,  holding a bunch of sheets of paper in his hands and waving it around “as usual, most of you should have read between the lines, but apart from that it’s better than before. I see some progress to some of you.” He started walking around, giving the papers to the students.

Was it her imagination again or did he really brushed over her shoulder while passing her? If it was a dream she didn’t want to wake up, feeling that familiar aching in her body. God! She was still at class, acting like a horny teenager! About the teacher! That was completely inappropriate!

“That would be all for today.” Jason stated “class dismissed.”

“But….” She objected. She didn’t get hers back.

“As for you miss Y/L/N….” he trailed, waiting till everyone left  “We need to talk about your thesis. But we’re gonna need the library to prove the point. Meet me there in half an hour, all right? Take your coat with you, the night is going to be cold.”

“but…. But it’s like 8 p.m.” she frowned “I thought the library was closing at 7?”

“I got a special pass. Now go, Y/N.”

Something was telling her that this was not going to be about her writing. And she couldn't wait to discover the double meaning.

[daily-eah-headcannons]

@oklotea Ramona time baby.

She has anger issues... she gets it from her mom.

People assume any sort of mental disorder she has is from her dad's side because it is a "bad thing" but no, they're all hereditary and from her mom's side.

Between her, Cerise, and Red Hood Professor Badwolf has only one or two shirts because they keep stealing them.

She is a mommas girl.

She has a wolf form but just like Cerise she doesn't use it in public.

However it isn't uncommon to see a big wolf with his two cubs curled up next to him.

She takes ballet but only because of Justine and she only agreed to it if she could play the male parts...they agreed because there's only two guys in the class and one of them is a Nutcracker.

Her favorite meat is actually pig...she has eyed The Three Little Pigs several times when she's hungry.

She's a lesbian. Girl is as straight as a circle.

Badwolf, bless his soul, does not know how to shop for her whatsoever.

She's like a older sis to Sparrow Hood.

Red gave birth to her in Wonderland. It was supposed to be just a simple trip to see her friends.

Due to that Ramona's full name is Ramona Rouge Badwolf Hood.

To keep the secret safe both hers and Cerise's birth certificates are in the hands of Mad Hatter.

Mad Hatter is a close family friend.

Ramona is close friends with Lawrence Bonecrusher The Third.

(This dude)

She can see in the dark.

She's also Red-Green color blind.

Source: My big brain.

[pettyprocrastination]

Reluctant Bride

Pairing: Ellaria Sand x Baratheon!Fem! Reader (background Oberyn Martell x baratheon!fem!reader)

warnings: description of war, derogatory description of women, forced marriage, oberyn talks lowly of the reader’s appearance and status because he’s angry he has to marry in the first place, Oberyn is a dick but he gets better, (this makes it sound worse than it is lol. Just lore building with angst and sapphic yearning lmao. 

Summary: Just months after the rebellion has ended, Ellaria Sand meets her lover’s betrothed.

word count: 1k 

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Ellaria was dressed in finer clothes than you on your own wedding day. 

Orange silk embroidered with golden serpents hugged her curves and fine jewels were weaved into her hair that your betrothed seemed content to twirl with his finger as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. 

You didn’t need to be told who she was. The beautiful woman by your husband’s side, you saw it plainly in his eyes. Love and devotion that could never be found in a marriage under the sept’s roof, but rather one made by affection and passion. 

Ellaria Sand was more of Oberyn’s wife than you ever thought you would be. 

But bless the poor woman’s heart, she was frightened. 

She didn’t want to come to his wedding at first. But Oberyn has all but begged her to, laying gentle kisses up her arm until he was mumbling his plea into the crook of her neck. 

“If I will be forced to wed against my will, the least you can allow me is the pleasure of having my true love by side when I am chained to another.” 

He always has a flair for dramatics, her sweet prince. 

But Ellaria felt it, as she entered Storm’s End by his side, the judgemental stares and hushed whispers when his hand did not release hers. She knew exactly what they thought of her without ever heaving to hear their voices grind against her ears. 

“He brought his whore?”

“To his own wedding, the gal!” 

“She’s a bastard too, I heard.” 

“That’s the dornish for you, debauched dogs, every single one of them.” 

But she would not flinch at their words, she knew she was a bastard since birth, Dorne may have welcomed it but the rest of Westeros had no issue reminding her and every other sand in the world of their place. She learned it well and wore it with pride. She was the lover of the Red Viper, a child of house Uller, the gossip of tittering lords and ladies did not frighten her. 

However, the Baratheons did. 

She would be a fool not to, truly. They were the ones that started the war, plunging the realm into a year of bloodshed and horror that their eldest son charged headfirst into without a second thought. 

Strong, dutiful, dangerous. 

As she entered Storm’s End, thunder echoing against its stone walls that made their grand home resemble a shadowed cave rather than a castle, she is reminded of their words. 

Ours is the fury. 

It had been the third child, who greeted them. Dressed in all black and face somber, he looked well past his age, like a soldier returning from war rather than the young man just coming to age as he was.

“It’s a great honor to have you, my prince.”

But Stannis Baratheon had suffered a siege while his brother commanded from the battlefield, he had seen the war just the same. 

His eyes, dark and cutting like a hidden blade, fell onto Ellaria, for a moment she felt as if she had come to an execution, rather than a wedding. Stannis looked at her like an intrusion, before bowing his head. 

“My sister is eager to join our houses with this union. As are you, I am sure.” 

Oberyn’s agreeance was slick with mockery, teeth flashed in a grin that made the young man’s face go sour. 

“There is nothing I look forward to more.” 

He had yet to let go of Ellaria’s hand. 

The pair did not separate until they reached the sept, a grand building covered in tapestries of every dead saint and alive with hymns that speak of love and devotion. 

Two things seldom found between husband and wife. 

Oberyn walked to the altar alone, but his eyes caught hers  in the crowd and he smiled. Even from afar, she knew him well enough to catch the twitch of his thumb at his side. That despite his anger and dismissive arrogance he loves to wrap himself in like a silken robe, he was at a disadvantage. This was not his home and nor were these were not his people.  He was in the house of the family responsible for the death of his sister with no plan for vengeance, but a wedding he was forced into, just like his Elia.

Ellaria’s gaze is pulled from her lover as the grand door creaks open over the singing, where their king enters, face still laden with scars of the rebellion, of his conquest, escorting the bride by hand. 

Robert Baratheon was large in every way possible. His presence commanded respect. Even in his formal wear the bulk of his muscle was seen through as he walked. The hymns dulled to a soft hum at his entrance, head turning as his eyes cut into the crowd before they landed on Ellaria and she froze in her spot. 

For a moment, fear clenched her heart. 

Robert had unleashed a war upon the realm when Rhaegar took his betrothed, he plunged his siblings into starvation and rode against countless noble families that now bend the knee to him. He caved in the chest of the silver-haired dragon prince himself, severing the three headed dragon with his war hammer until there was nothing left of it’s legacy than two eggs, lost to the wind. 

And here she stood at his sister’s wedding, the proud lover of her betrothed. 

There’s a brief moment where she wondered if he was going to say something. Shout an order for her to be escorted out for being so bold to be at the union, but then a hand squeezed his and he pulled away from her gaze to yours. 

“Don’t.” Barely a whisper that only he could hear. No question nor plea, but an order. 

One the Usurper obeys without resistance. 

Ellaria had never seen you in person before. But Oberyn had painted a foul picture of you the moment your betrothal was confirmed to still be held after the rebellion. He spoke of your sneer and the way your lips puckered into a sour pout each time somebody spoke to you, your eyes were flat and empty of any emotion. 

“If it weren’t for her skirt I wouldn’t know which one I was marrying.” Oberyn jested as he lifted a goblet of wine to his lips. “Her or Stannis.” 

Ellaria watched you walk down the aisle to her lover, struck by your beauty. 

A hood sat atop your head that fell to embroidered lace covering your shoulders, her eyes found a stray curl that dangled by your face and wondered what it would feel like under her finger tips. Dark eyes flick over to her own if only for a second and she felt herself stopped once more, not with fear. 

But desire. 

You continued forward and she watched you walk down the aisle to the awaiting prince. 

A strong nose frames the soft line of your features, shoulders drawn back and head held high like a queen to be worshiped or a painting to be admired. 

You were regal. Looking more like a crowned ruler than the king by your side.

Your voice did not waver during your vows, she wondered if you were frightened. Any woman would be. To marry a man who loathed her family for a death you had no part in. 

But you didn’t let it show. Instead the promise to be a loyal wife echoed through the sept before you leaned forward and pressed your lips to Oberyn’s, who was just as stiff as you. 

As she watched the first kiss of an unwanted marriage, Ellaria’s chest filled with envy of her beloved prince. 

[magicraygun]

more red hood stuff this time featuring black mask, his q hayashida paramilitary goons, and the man himself snorting a comically large line of coke shaped like his own name

cassandra cain

brown recluse and killer croc aka slades prison buddies

professor pyg in the world's most unsubtle brazil reference

kgbeast, flamingo, and lady shiva

and some more jason and scarlet

I'm also thinking about deleting the original thread and reposting it as one long post, that way my blog isn't filled with a bunch of identical reblogs. May add some story notes and a playlist I made for this thing too, lmk if this is a good idea.

until next time friends :D

[daily-eah-facts]

Fact #7:

The Mad Hatter married Red Riding Hood and Professor Badwolf.

Source: The Books

[dragoneyes618]

The "that was you" means that Red already knows that someone didn't sign the Storybook of Legends, but didn't know it was Raven. Since Cerise hasn't had a chance to tell her mother until now, that means that Badwolf did indeed tell Red already.

Which means for some reason that he told his wife that someone didn't sign the book, but didn't actually mention who it was.