#Their all just kind of feral

[alice-hazelwood]

Triple the Trouble

Ok so I came up with this idea a while ago and figured I might as well post it. 

Talia is a good mother; Ras is a grandfather. (That’s the best were going to get from him.) 

 So, in this story Marinette Danny and Damian are triplets. Damian is the oldest he looks exactly like Bruce with Talia's coloring then Danny who looks exactly like Bruce and then Mari looks like Talia with Bruce's coloring. Damian likes to draw, Danny likes to read, Mari likes to design clothes; All three of them like animals and learn to play music together Damian the violin, Danny the piano, Mari the harp.

Danny got his powers because Talia got dunked into the Lazarus pit before she found out she was pregnant, and it had side effects. And Mari has magic as a side effect of the Lazarus pit because the Lazarus pit was created by tiki and plagg during a wish when the earrings and ring were united.

All three of them cause a lot of trouble on a normal basis. Depending on the trouble depends on how they get out of it. If they get attacked or anything Damians the best at combat, if they're trying to hide from someone Dannys is amazing at espionage, if they need a plan or a quick fix Mari’s your girl.

They regularly play pranks depending on the way the story goes it could be around the league and as long as they're not caught, they will not be punished. (They were caught once after that they made sure they were never caught again.) Ra’s thought of it as an amusing lesson in espionage and deception. 

Scene1= Ra’s lets Talia keep the triplets (she is of course ecstatic but weary) the triplets grew up in the league until they were seven when Talia found out that Ra’s was planning to take over one of the boy's bodies and then marrying Mari keeping the bloodline pure in the process. After she found out she made plans to make it seem as if the triplets were kidnapped (or just disappeared) instead she sent them to Jason Todd to care for them.

Scene2= When Jason finds them, he originally tries to take them to Bruce but they all deny wanting to go. He tries to take them anyway so instead they run away Jason eventually finds them again surrounded by league minions, so he kills them all and decides to take care of them himself since they didn’t want to go to Bruce.

Scene3= Jason calls the three of them devils one time and Mari bursts into tears (fake) and grabs on to Damian crying about how Jason had called her evil, Damian and Danny catching on to her prank Danny starts to sniffle but not full-on cry like Mari. Damian acts like an overprotective brother (even though he is one) and glares at Jason while patting his siblings back; Jason just freezes and just kind of panics because now he has two crying kids and one who looks like he going to stab him (again) in the end he ends up apologizing and giving them ice cream to eat. He never called them demons or devils ever again.

Scene4= When the triplets turn ten Ra’s is killed and Jason and Talia decide it's best that the triplets live with Bruce now with Jason acting as their bodyguard since Deathstroke is now after them since they are technically the heirs to the League. In the end, both Talia and Jason have to drag the triplets there because they don't want to go so badly.

Scene5= The triplets don't want to go to Bruce because they think Batman is going to eat them. Jason finds it funny Bruce is concerned and confused (and secretly sad) and Talia is just exasperated and wants to know who told them that story.

All three of them are terrified of Bruce because he's Batman and Batman is known to not like Meta’s (what Danny is classified as) or magic (which Mari has) and Damian is super overprotective and afraid he will take his siblings away.

[pokimoko]

I can't keep being fundamentally changed as a person by animated movies, it's just not sustainable.

[s0fter-sin]

everyone makes fun of soap when they find out how many hair and skin products he keeps on hand. the cabinet in his bathroom is filled to bursting and he always keeps travel sized bottles on him on missions

when soldiers outside the 141 find out, they call him precious and self-obsessed, a vain pretty boy too preoccupied with his reflection to focus on the enemy. no wonder how he got his callsign. price has given up telling him to leave them on base and just teaches him to individually wrap them so they don’t rattle against each other and give himself away

what they don’t know is that each product contains an ingredient that when mixed with any number of the others, creates potent chemical bombs. he was caught unarmed once, he won’t let it happen again

[razena8]

THIS.

JUST. THIS.

THIS IS WHO SHADOW IS. THE GUN AGENT IS IN HIS WAY, AND SO HE WILL DEFEAT HIM TO GET TO HIS OBJECTIVE. BUT HE WILL DO SO IN A MANNER THAT SAVES AS MANY LIVES AS POSSIBLE, INCLUDING THAT GUN AGENT. BECAUSE HE KNOWS THAT ULTIMATELY, THE AGENT IS INNOCENT IN THIS SITUATION. HE IS SIMPLY DOING HIS JOB AND SHADOW UNDERSTANDS THAT. HE DOES THINGS HIS OWN WAY BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN HE DOESN'T CARE ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE'S LIVES.

JUST

GAH.

[xx-just-a-demon-xx]

we just know that stone would be losing his shit at the chance to cut robotnik's hair for him and give him a supervillain makeover

[razmerry]

“oh jason was the happy robin” this “oh he wasn’t at all angsty like people think” that well if you bitches want to have your canonical happy robin you better accept that you’re getting natural-redhead-dyes-his-hair-black-exact-copy-of-dick’s-backstory jason too. can’t have one without the other

[starcurtain]

I don't post about it often, but my favorite brand of Wriolette is definitely:

Despite being however many centuries old, Neuvillette still has significant dysphoria about being in a human body and doesn't think himself even capable of physically doing things the way humans do, so when he starts experiencing attraction to Wriothesley for the first time he's just like

"Oh dear."

But maybe Traveler is right? Maybe Sigewinne is right? Maybe it's time to truly start living the life he's been born into? This is his body, racing heart and trembling, drippy palms and all, and maybe it wouldn't be the worst thing to just... give it a go?

His mind is made up. Neuvillette is going to express his interest to Wriothesley in a mature, respectable, and perfectly normal manner!

But, ah... how?

Meanwhile, Wriothesley is growing ever more confused at Neuvillette's odd behavior by the day, but like... it's an endeared sort of confusion. Dragons are just kinda weird like this; it's all perfectly logical. Neuvillette has Wriothesley's unwavering support even if he does keep swimming down to the Fortress of Meropide in his full suit and cravat at 5am in the mornings and scaring the shit out of the morning shift gardes.

Wait. Wait. Run it by Wriothesley again--Neuvillette wants to what--?! The consent can only be described as enthusiastic.

Still, the ultimate takeaway is that Neuvillette doesn't just learn how to love a human, but also learns how to love himself, the strange vishap in smooth human skin that he's become.

[vegaly-art]

"I will not judge you for what you are. Just as I will not judge you for what you've fashioned yourself out to be. Or what you've lost in pursuit of that."

"Rest Easy. Your soft heart is safe in my grasp."

"I am born of cruelty but that isn't all I am"

[cuubism]

a fun poly character dynamic is when two characters who are in a monogamous relationship both independently meet the same third character and develop feelings for them but are like, "I'm still really in love with my current partner and they've never given any indication they were poly or would want to open the relationship; if I bring it up they might think I don't love them as much or might feel unwanted." So they both (independently) say as much to person 3 without ever bringing it up to their existing partner and everyone goes on with their lives ignorant and kind of disappointed (person 3 like 'damn rejected by 2 people in one day, woof') until the established relationship couple go together to some event where they run into person 3 and all of them just look at each other like

[uncanny-tranny]

Every time you think, "Oh, I don't have [x condition], I'm basically cured!" that is the devil talking. You aren't cured, you are likely going through periods of your symptoms waning. Don't cease whatever you're doing to help yourself, like medication, for instance, because it's likely you still have the conditions or symptoms, even if you aren't noticing them as frequently or severely.

[fictionadventurer]

The discussions of Elizabeth Gaskell always seem to focus on who she's not. She's not Dickens, she's not Austen, she's not Elliot, and she's definitely not one of the Brontes. At best, they'll say she has Dickens' social justice concerns and Austen's country houses, but who is she? What makes her perspective unique?

As I consider this, I keep coming back to, "She's kind."

She is so kind.

There is a compassion in her writing unlike anything I've seen from other authors. She wants to see people. Know them. Understand them. And when she does, she loves them, faults and all.

When she laughs at people, it's not the satire of Austen or the caricature of Dickens--it's a fond, loving laugh that likes these people in all their ridiculousness.

Even when she's pushing a very clear message about how people should or shouldn't act, you never get the sense that she's judging people who fail to live up to that standard--she's just trying to understand how they got to the place where they made the wrong decision.

In her world, people are kind and deserve to be treated kindly. But that doesn't mean that she ignores the darkness in life. She sees the darkness and sin and squalor and says that's why we need to be kinder to each other. Her kindness comes not from ignoring reality but by paying so much attention to reality that she comes to care deeply for everyone. And I just go crazy over it.

[david-tennant-in-chairs]

He likes to play up the "naive dork dad" persona, but he has to know what he's doing with shit like this, right?

[s0fter-sin]

the 141 recovering brainwashed!soap but he’s just a shell of his former self; never speaking, never moving without orders. he never even blinks; just stares straight ahead with his unnatural green eyes.

empty.

but ghost can't accept that.

price and gaz can't stand watching ghost torture himself day after day; visiting soap in his cell for hours at a time, trying anything he can think of to bring back his sergeant.

he shows him pictures of the 141 but soap thinks he's being given targets and moves to eliminate them before ghost stops him. he brings him his journal, tries to trigger his innermost thoughts and feelings he never shared with any of them, but after he reads it, soap summarises it like he's giving a mission briefing. impersonal.

cold.

it's late when ghost finally calls it; low and defeated after another long day of being stared at with eyes that don't see him. he isn't thinking when he pulls his mask off and harshly scrubs over his face, grinding his palm into his eye.

"don't worry, johnny; we're still fixin' each other's problems," he promises, little more than a whisper as he tries to summon the energy to leave johnny behind. again.

he pushes himself to his feet, his hand on the door handle when-

"what's my problem?"

ghost freezes, something like grief - something achingly closer to hope - chilling him. he slowly turns and though soap is still starring ahead, there's a faint light in his altered green eyes.

"the mask," he forces out. "take it off."

he knows there's no way to remove the mask - the muzzle - from his sergeant's face. it's too high-tech, even for them; the biometric scanner too advanced for any bypass they know of.

it's just another way he's failed him; bringing him home still bound in their enemy's chains.

soap- jolts; a sharp, almost painful looking flinch jerking his body.

"show my face?" and his voice has changed; no longer the monotone delivery that's haunted ghost's every waking moment.

it's smaller. uncertain. recollection of a memory half-destroyed.

"yes, johnny," he breathes.

soap moves unprompted for the first time since they found him; running his finger along the edge of the muzzle where his skin bulges from the pressure, half-visible scars hidden beneath the harsh metal.

"ugly," he murmurs.

ghost immediately shakes his head, almost stumbling back to the table; haphazardly throwing his mask on it. "quite the opposite," he insists.

it doesn't matter if he has no lower jaw left at all; johnny could never be ugly in his eyes.

agonisingly slowly, soap's eyes shift to the mask. he takes in the balaclava and hard shell skull like for all the times he's looked at it since his rescue, he never truly saw it. his lids fall in less of a blink and more stage curtains closing; slow, heavy, requiring effort and no small amount of strength to open once more

"good... to see you again..." he trails off, his hand shifting up to the top of his shaved head; nails digging unforgivingly into his scalp

"simon," ghost finishes for him; that horrid grieving hope tearing at his heart

soap's fingers flex and a drop of blood trails down his forehead, over the ridge of his nose to catch on the muzzle. "s-simon..."

his nails dig deeper, the drop falling to the table just to be followed by more and ghost aches to stop him but he's terrified to interrupt him. terrified to lose him now when he's so close to something.

soap's bloodied nails scratch down the crown of his head, following the line of his stolen mohawk until they come to rest on the back of the muzzle and ghost's heart drops.

they can’t get it off.

they can't get it off and he doesn't know how to explain that to soap; doesn't know if he can stomach watching soap pull at the monstrosity holding him captive, the inevitable bloodbath as the edges cut into his skin.

"show my face," soap repeats.

"johnny..." ghost begins weakly, reaching out to him but he doesn't know how, doesn't know if he even should-

the muzzle clatters onto the table.

the biometrics they couldn't bypass, the fingerprint they needed that they were so sure belonged to makarov.

it belonged to soap.

how cruel to torture him with freedom he didn't understand he could take; didn't even understand he could want.

just the kind of sick game makarov loves.

ghost doesn't know what's louder; his heart pounding in his ears or the long, uninhibited breath soap takes.

his eyes fall shut as he leans his head back with it, the blood still dripping down his face as he straightens through his exhale. his lower jaw is a mess of scars where he fought against the previous iterations of the muzzle, the corners of his lips cut through and cracked.

but the green in his eyes is duller; that light sparking brighter as blue struggles to break through the glow.

ghost's never seen anything so beautiful.

"good to see you again, johnny."

[notmoreflippingelves]

[dark-elf-writes]

Anyway Modern AU where Thranduil is a recently widowed model who cannot keep a babysitter for more than like two hours because 1) Legolas is a weird little guy 2) those that could handle Legolas’ weirdness cannot handle the force that is a six year old coming to terms with grief and the resulting crippling fear of losing his dad 3) Thranduil is famous and that brings in a lot of weirdos and he has already set his lawyer on three different nannies that posted pictures of Legolas online. All this to say he shows up late to a photo shoot with Legolas crying in his arms after yet another babysitter fell through and his agent refused to let him reschedule again only for the photographer to also be a widower who is great with kids and is incredibly kind and attractive and (god he’s in trouble)

Bard was going to be annoyed that the model he was working with was late until he saw a reflection of himself a few years before trying his best to get back on his feet after losing his wife and he cant not help. And really Legolas is such a sweet kid who really likes bugs and rocks and lizards all of which Bard is practically an expert in after three children’s worth of hyperfixations

[torawro]

i like ‘em a little insane, covered in blood and severely mentally unstable <3