#a new mission

[iyla-devar]

A New Mission || Solo

TIMING: 2011, shortly after Iyla moved to town SUMMARY: Iyla's first gala in Wicked's Rest proves everyone is useless, but at least she finds a snack. TRIGGER WARNINGS: Infidelity, Alcohol use

“No, no no! Up on the left side you dip- Oh just let me do it.” 

Iyla shoved her “event coordinator” out of the way, pinning the banner in the correct spot on the wall. Lord, it wasn’t that hard. Sometimes Iyla wondered why she even bothered with coordinators when they all fucked it up anyway. But she needed the extra hands, even if it meant she had to follow them around and fix all their little mistakes.

“There, see? Now I have to go and make sure everything else on your plate was completed to my satisfaction.” Iyla waved the mousy woman away. “Go make yourself useful and bring me a macchiato.” 

Iyla spun and sauntered away, her heels echoed on the hardwood floor, probably installed somewhere around the time of Iyla’s Disaster Ball. It desperately needed refinishing, but Iyla had a soft spot for these sort of historical embellishments, especially when it came to locations for her charity galas. What better way to put her clients in the mood to spend thousands on old, crackling pieces of “art” than to surround them with similarly long-lived decor? 

Auctions and galas and charity functions, they all reminded her of her better life, one where she wasn’t beholden to the vengeance of others, where the most complicated thought that plagued her mind was what wine to serve with the scallop hors d'oeuvre. Sure, she had access to reality bending superpowers, but what good were they if they couldn’t bring her Tomas back? 

Sighing, Iyla plucked a wayward vase off one of the sign up tables, replacing it with the much more appropriately sized bouquet from one of the dining tables. She rolled her eyes. Was it too much to ask to use some damn common sense? This was her first event in Wicked’s Rest, a town so boring they had to create a cryptid problem just to keep them relevant. But this was going to be her home now, and she was going to make her mark. Even if the event coordinator seemed intent on ruining it for her.

In a matter of hours, the room was filled, soft orchestral music the perfect soundtrack to hushed whispers and gentle clinking of silverware. Humans milled around, trying to assign meaning to each of the paintings and sculptures, debating which would be the perfect accent to their gilded toilets or plush living room sets. A few patrons swung by to offer their platitudes, ‘amazing party, Iyla!’ ‘Beautiful, as always!’ ‘What an amazing array this time! Really making it hard to choose just one piece!’

Iyla smiled, the party feeling empty. Not like the lively fêtes she used to throw in her heyday. It was all starting to bore her when she inhaled the most glorious scent: wrath, tinged with revenge. The fury whirled, noting a solitary figure intently gazing at a Willem de Kooning piece.

“Ah, Revenge.” Iyla smiled sweetly at the woman, clasping her hands in front of her. “Are you a fan of Kooning?”

The woman snorted, downing what was left of her champagne. Iyla snapped, prompting a waiter to hasten over with a new platter of flutes. “My husband. For some reason, he loves these stupid prints. Poems and finger paints, if you ask me.” She gulped at the fresh flute of bubbles. “Or maybe he just enjoys things made by children. Or more specifically, just children. Barely out of college. Probably still making finger paint- Oh lord…I- forgive me…” The woman drained the rest of the glass, patting her hair down self consciously. “I’m Darcy, Darcy Coates.”

Iyla inhaled. Betrayal. Infidelity. A marriage holding on by a thread. This could be fun. Not to mention everyone in here had been meticulously hand picked for attendance, they were each fair game as far as Iyla was concerned. 

Coates…yes, her grandmother had been in charge of washing the linens for her ball back in 1926. 

“Iyla Devar.” The fury held out a dainty hand. “You don’t happen to be related to Isobel, do you?”

The woman - Darcy - smiled, a sad sort of smile Iyla had come to know meant someone died. “Yes, my grandmother. Did you know her? I’m sorry…but she passed on about a decade ago.” Iyla bristled. She’d gotten to live far too long. What had she washed those linens with anyway, kerosene? Oh well, her granddaughter would do just fine as far as Iyla was concerned. Sins of the father and all that jazz.

“If you ask me,” Iyla leaned in, shifting the subject back to one that was useful to her. “This series, this entire thing,” She gestured around her. “It’s all bullshit. These people, they spend thousands on glorified children’s paintings, to what? Show their friends? To have them just so others don’t get their hands on them?” She scoffed. “Revenge. The best revenge? Would be to buy this hunk of junk and burn it on his front lawn.” Iyla shrugged, noting the way the other woman hung on her words. “But that’s just me. You might have something much more creative in mind.”

Darcy Coates stared at the painting, her pulse quickening. Iyla could practically hear the gears turning, contemplating just how much she hated her husband. “I could help you with that,” she purred, as if reading the woman’s mind. “And I think we could create some art of our own.”

Maybe living in Wicked’s Rest wouldn’t be so terribly boring after all.

[prlssprfctn]

Jason-theatre-kid-Todd, who physically cannot stop making dramatic speeches before taking down an enemy, which absolutely contradicts the way League of Assassins work, which in turn pisses Ra's Al Ghul off.

Ra's Al Ghul: I was going through reports. Why did the last mission take you... an hour and twenty minutes to finish? The target was right there - defenceless atop of that.

Assassin: ...General was speaking.

Ra's Al Ghul: How long his speech took?

Assassin: ...Let's say, he took the target down within twenty seconds.

Ra's Al Ghul: ...What a one can talk about for an hour and twenty minutes, for God's sake!!!

Ra's: Had you spoken to a kid? Had you reminded him that he is not under Dark Knight's wing now? That I won't tolerate talks about justice?

Talia: I, in fact, did.

Ra's: So? What did he say?

Talia: Do you want me to quote him or just to summarise it?

Ra's: Humour me. Be as precise as you can.

Talia: He said, and I quote: "Ra's can [indescribable string of curses that they had never heard before]"

[arkangelo-7]

Bruce, to the Justice League after a botched mission: You deliberately disobeyed me! And worse, you put Clark in danger!

Clark, who is legitimately indestructible: :(

[egophiliac]

2025 is the year of the DRAGON SLIPPERS

[mycroftrh]

Tim: *draped over Jason’s couch, deeply depressed*

Jason, awkwardly: Would you, uh, like a gun? That always seems to help me…

Tim, wailing: You want to turn me into Gun Batman???

Jason: Gun… what?

Tim: I thought I could trust you!

Jason: In retrospect I’m sure you can see where you went wrong there.

[twistedappletree]

i lose sight of all my confidence

in a heavy single step—

it’s happened ever since my childhood,

things i thought i’d put to rest.

[wachinyeya]

https://ktla.com/news/california/goats-unleashed-by-san-manuel-tribe-as-part-of-fire-prevention-strategy/?fbclid=PAZXh0bgNhZW0CMTEAAaaJJAE-Kl55wk4vm1cYc0zjGRUEv8w6ps0HX0z-rxwwa7YXnTDCsgIU2vs_aem_0djT-2NoD-E87Ic6UeeqGw

Firefighting goats have been deployed by the San Manuel Band of Mission Indians to protect tribal land and neighboring property from potentially devastating brush fires.

The goats are unleashed by the San Manuel Fire Department to eat up dry brush and grass that would normally be ideal fuel for fires — a recent fire was actually partially stopped once it reached an area cleared by the caprine crew earlier this year.

The herd, officials said, is about 400-strong and is made up of generations of goat families.

On Tuesday, the goats were treated to a feast of fruit before being sent on their brush-eating mission.

The goats will spend the next several months trimming and thinning out vegetation on the San Manuel Band of Mission Indians Reservation and nearby properties in San Bernardino.

Tribal officials said the brush that covers the hillsides in and around San Manuel property is thriving and diverse, boosted by the recent history-making rainy season. The plant life is an ideal food source because goats prefer food that’s at their eye level.

The Tribe has used goats as a natural, environmentally friendly fire preventative tool since 2019; the plants get trimmed in a sustainable fashion, which allows them to survive and recover naturally overtime unlike most chemical sprays.

Tribal officials called the practice an extension of the Tribe’s “culture of lands stewardship.”

“Caring for the land is a sacred duty of the Tribe,” said Lynn Valbuena, chairwoman of the San Manuel Band of Mission Indians. “Stewardship is a responsibility given to our people by the Creator. No matter who owns the land.”

San Bernardino County residents shouldn’t be surprised to see the goats in the mountains fulfilling this divine task from now through the end of fire season.

[bet-on-me-13]

Danny goes to a new School

So! When Danny got expelled from his High School, it wasn't really a big Suprise. He had missed for too many days or just walked out in the middle of Class, and his grades were lower than anyone else in the school. It was just a matter of time really.

When confronted by his Parents, he had just claimed that it was the constant ghost attacks getting to him (not a total lie) and that he was sorry.

Well, his parents tried to help.

After hearing about his supposed Fear of Ghosts, they decided that it was a good idea for him to go to school somewhere outside of Amity Park, so he could focus on his Schoolwork and not be distracted by the constant Attacks.

Of course no School wanted to accept a problem student like Danny, so they were forced to look into alternative schools to find one that would accept him. And they did! So they had Danny pack his bags, promise to call regularly, and shipped him off to his new School.

HIVE Academy.

[gaddaboutgriffon]

Future Son????

It has been a while since I have done an original prompt. So DCxDP prompt #2

Danny gets into a fight with Impulse/Bart about Bart changing the timeline messing things up for Danny and effectively erasing his family, because the change made it so Maddie and Jack never got together. But because of Clockwork sending him on a mission to the past while Bart changed the timeline and the medallion Dan had phased into Danny he remembers the old timeline. Also he has access to his powers but for some reason can’t change into ghost form.

This fight happens in front of the rest of the young justice team. And Nightwing was coming there to teach a training lesson and over hears half of what Danny is shouting.

From Dick’s point of view there is a black haired, blue eyed kid with powers that are suspiciously like a Tamuraneans, yelling at Bart about losing his family because his parents never got together. Also Dick and Kori had recently broken up. (Feel free to make up a reason.)

Due to a misunderstanding Dick is going to help his time displaced “son” adjust to the new reality.

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[lousysharkbutt]

vine voice what do you have

[gongyussy]

what if we were teammates of 19 years who said things like "i remember watching you play in latvia, thinking how lucky i was that i was going to be your teammate" and "sid saved me" and "only for pittsburgh, always with sid" and "i just always liked him from the start. always have. always will"... and we were both boys

(and what if sports reporters wrote alpha/alpha romance about us. what then.)

[bastardoftheblade]

“ART sounds… scared? for me? thats illogical.”

-mb, probably

[vaguely-concerned]

thinking about not only the specific people lucanis pulls in to represent the 'locks' in his psyche, but the storytelling that happens in the structure/order of them. the underlying ideas are presented something like:

the lucanis who went into the ossuary never came back out again; he died down there (the boy caterina raised is gone forever) -> you're putting yourself in danger doing this (by being close to me), you should leave because I can't bear it if you get hurt because of me -> it doesn't matter even if we do try this, it won't work anyway (again because of me) ('you know what he's like, you can open the door but he won't walk through it' :'( oofie doofie) -> what if the real secret is that there was never anything but the monster in here from the beginning. you should leave, there was never anything here worth saving in the first place. (implicitly: what if I deserved what happened, all along.)

it runs pretty cleanly from outward-oriented attachment anxiety ('caterina won't even want me back like this, she won't recognize me (the same way I no longer recognize myself)) and gradually deeper inwards until we reach self-image and self worth. or you know, the harrowing basic lack of it lol.

"careful -- they'll know we're not right," spite says in one of their first scenes... but clearly, some very deep part of lucanis has feared or suspected for much longer than that that there's something inherently not right at the core of him, way before any demon entered the picture. and the voice he gives those lines to is the person who should know him better than anyone in the world, who he has loved more than anyone in the world -- and who deliberately chose to hurt him so horrifically anyway. 'It's better if I'm just a monster and deserved what happened than it is to allow for the idea that the brother I love doesn't really exist and maybe never did'. it's better if he's fundamentally flawed in some way that needed fixing to help him survive, and that's why caterina chose to hurt him again and again -- out of love. (this one I think he might have a very sad wakeup call on one day if he ever ends up with the responsibility and care of a child of his own in some way and realizes just how alien the idea of ever intentionally hurting them for any reason is to him. oh buddy. also interesting that he keeps caterina as the outermost lock -- there IS a distance he keeps there that he hasn't with illario. he doesn't resent her 'anymore' he says, but he also keeps her carefully further away from his deepest self.)

as far as I could tell the only note in the mind prison that's fully hidden and needs to be uncovered is the sad painful helpless stupid little truth that even after all this, even knowing what happened... he still loves his brother. is there anything illario could ever do that would make lucanis completely stop loving him, do you think? sometimes the trouble with unconditional love is that it is, well. unconditional, even when some terms and conditions probably would have been in order haha.

that's the pattern you see there again and again; he would rather destroy and abandon and imprison himself at every turn than let go of love, even when it's just scraps, even when there's only ever enough of it to hurt him. it's only when rook shows up and as it were takes his hand and walks along with him that he can entertain the idea of changing the story of what walking out the door might mean in the end.

[zhukzucraft]

hermit comes back to game after a month; immediately starts complaining about the inventory system

[onehelluvafan]

Okay, someone at Spindlehorse is a fan of Anastasia, and I cannot be convinced otherwise.

I thought it was just the coat/banner, but I lost it when I realized that even the MOUTHS align with each other.

Idk who the Anastasia fan is at Spindlehorse, but I fucking love this.