#and where ivy was sweet his kid is a MENACE

[separatist-apologist]

Oh my god. DO IT DO IT.

I binged some of my favorite fics of yours over the holidays (Including RWYLM) and you’re saying there’s a chance I could read the same plot again? But erina?! Sign me up for all the angst babes.

Although I gotta say, whereas Lucien was fully on board and excited for that baby.. I have a feeling eris would not be so charmed by the idea lol

Eris learns the meaning of rage

[mtngh0ul]

headcanon stuff, categorised, (some) to be expanded.

GENERAL:

shoes? begone. but you knew this, it's one of the quick ways to identify mtn

he smokes weed lol

mtn has his own plant that he grows for personal reasons. he doesn't share. also good luck finding it lmao he hid it well

sober vs high mtn is hard to distinguish. the only tells are a few more stifled laughs than his usual (very occasional) ones, more intense munchies, and bloodshot eyes in human form

he also has a garden that he works on and maintains

that garden is his pride and joy and he will not have your shenanigans in there, you try it and this 8'9 monstrosity will toss you out like a ragdoll

some of his plants have names.

he can and has killed. he's a ghoul bro, what do you want from him

^ clarification: he almost only kills in self-defence. and protecting his cryptid identity to outsiders of the ministry

his adhd is mostly in the form of object permanence; sometimes he just forgets where he puts things, and especially if they aren't in their usual designated spot. he also tends to hyperfocus on the things he likes the most - aka drumming, gardening, and cooking. he doesn't mean to ignore you, he's just wrapped up in his hobbies

he's not easy to anger. he's very, aha, grounded. he gets a tad irritated if you mess with his stuff (stop messing with his cymbals smh) but he doesn't snap - it's more like an eye roll before he swats you away

since he didn't really join the band until roughly may-june 2017 (after ivy had filled the gap between pebble and mountain), mtn had plenty of time to just. hone his skills. since he was always going to be drummer, he'd practice whenever he was free

(he also knows guitar, but he much prefers drums)

RITUALS / STAGE PRESENCE:

oh, you think he is not one to join in shenanigans? he is. it doesn't take much encouragement from swiss and sodo (and sometimes the other ghouls) for him to tag along with them, like in the sweet home alabama moment

on tour, mtn makes the band some sandwiches so they can get a bit of energy back in their post-rituals. they're not anything fancy but food is food

mtn always has, like, 3 bottles of water when they're on-stage. he loses a lot of water because he's drenched in sweat by the end

after some time being in the band, mtn has learned that he should not be yeeting his drumsticks at terminal velocity to the crowd at the end, lest he get someone hurt. he knows better now. he only tosses them when he wants to get one further away from the barricade

mtn doesn't go out of his way to be the centre of attention, and doesn't mind being in his drumkit cage for the majority of a ritual. that being said...

when he IS the centre of attention, he makes the most of it. those drums are getting an absolute beating with a solo and he'll make it known why he's the drummer for the band

IN THE MINISTRY:

he's a PHENOMENAL cook and i won't take criticism on this

when he's making a meal for himself, it varies between a restaurant quality meal complete with a side dish... or a sandwich. depends on his effort

he rarely goes out of his way to do this for others

he's definitely not head chef or anything, but he's a valuable addition in the kitchen because he strives for perfectionism. the food must be done Just Right. he's also probably one of the best people to ask if you have specific requirements, just make sure he writes it down

mtn has a sorta menace metre that fills the more he has to act responsible for the other ghouls. it eases during rituals because he can be a little chaotic on-stage, but if he's at the ministry for extended periods, it's a ticking time bomb. once it's filled, don't be surprised to see this cryptid hunched over at the end of a hallway with eyes glowing and haunting any of the sisters that come past

(sometimes the cardinals / papas too)

he used to spook a lot of kids when he first joined the ministry (especially when he wasn't in his more humanoid form), but they soon learned that he's not that scary when you get to know him

[elareine]

If you're still taking prompts maybe some JayDick but Catlad or Hemlock Jason? Robin or Nightwing is up to you. I just think it would be sweet. Merry Christmas btw

Thank you, and merry belated Christmas to you, too!

“Hey, mom. Hello, dad.” 

Every year Dick makes this pilgrimage. As he always does, Bruce has offered to come with him; the idea feels wrong, though, so Dick is here alone. 

Well. Not quite alone, he hopes. 

“I didn’t bring you any flowers this time,” he continues, “I’m sorry. There was an incident with the car, and, yeah. You should’ve seen how Bruce swore. Really, sometimes I think he forgets that I’m there…” 

He keeps talking like that—funny things, sad things, important things, all of them wrapped in codewords just in case someone is listening. And at the crunch of gravel behind him, he becomes aware that someone is. 

Turning around, Dick sees a boy standing there. He’s probably two or three years younger than Dick, and he’s holding flowers. 

“Hello,” Dick says, giving the word a questioning note. 

“Hi.” The kid nods towards the gravestone. “I’m sorry about your parents.” 

“Were you there?” Dick asks, a little exhausted. Sometimes it feels like his parents’ death belongs to everyone who watched, even everyone who had ever seen them perform, instead of the people who loved them. 

But the boy shakes his head. “Nah. But I’ve seen you return to them, so they must’ve been good parents, right? Most people, they stop coming after a few years.” 

“Yeah. Yeah, they were.” Dicks still confused, though, and it comes through in his voice. 

The boy rubs the back of his neck, looking faintly embarrassed. “… they’re for you. I noticed you, uh, didn’t have any this time.” 

He holds the flowers out for Dick. With their stems uneven and the leaves slightly dirty, they’re clearly wildflowers, a rarity in Gotham. Dick has no idea where the kid even found them. 

He smiles at the younger boy and takes them. “Thank you. What’s your name?” 

But the kid shakes his head and runs away. Dick looks after him, frowning. He wonders, just a little bit, what a child of that age was doing here. Then he shrugs it off—kids like hanging around graveyards. 

The flowers look beautiful on the grave, like they belong there. 

—

Dick doesn’t think about it again until the boy turns up again the year after. 

His name is Jason. 

They become friends or something like it. They meet in the park by the graveyard, and Jason doesn’t talk about his family, and Dick doesn’t talk about being Robin, but it feels like they know each other, nonetheless. 

And then, one year, Jason doesn’t come. 

Dick waits for him. He waits, and he talks to his parents, and he runs out of stories and sunlight before he stops waiting and goes searching. 

Too few people know Jason even exists—existed. Dick wonders how that’s possible—how a boy so obviously bright can just vanish with barely a trace. 

Finally, when he goes through police reports, he gets an inkling of what happened: An accident involving chemicals, two streets away from the graveyard. A tanker that flipped over and exploded, burning so hot they never identified all of the victims. There are no reports of a child being hit, but… it’s the best explanation he has. 

Dick makes sure to pay the transport company’s offices a visit, and then another one to the chemical plant where they’d decided that the cost of safety was higher than the value of human life. And he builds a grave. Just a small memorial on the plot next to his parents’, the one he had originally reserved for himself. 

They share their anniversaries, after all. 

—

Every year, Dick brings flowers. No carefully crafted bouquets anymore; no, he keeps his eyes open for beauty by the wayside: the daffodil growing between curbs, the snowdrops on the lawn, the dandelions and daisies between the weeds. 

He’s kinda surprised Poison Ivy hasn’t reprimanded him for his newfound habit yet. Sure, she seems busy with her new sidekick, and picking a few flowers is nothing next to large-scale environmental destruction, but she’s always liked picking on him for the smallest things as Robin before. Why would she stop now that he’s Nightwing? 

“Maybe she understands grief,” he tells Jason’s gave. “It’s… looking for the flowers has opened my eyes, in a way. Thank you.” He swallows. “I still wish you hadn’t, though.” 

—

Three years after Jason’s death, a stranger is standing by his grave. 

No, not a stranger, Dick realizes when he steps closer and sees green skin. Hemlock—a menace to Bruce, a wildcard as far as Dick is concerned. Unlike his mentor, the guy seems to be just as concerned with human life as plant rights. They’ve been on the same side in fights just as often as on different ones. 

“Uh. Hi,” is all Dick can think to say. After all, they’re not supposed to know each other in his Civilian identity. 

Hemlock jumps. “You—“ he says, but he’s already turning away, and then he’s gone, running toward the exit. Dick stares after him. What on Earth brought that on? How strange. 

When he turns back, he sees that his parents’ grave is covered in tiny, white flowers. 

—

Today marks fifteen years since his parents fell to their deaths. Dick is an adult now, with his own life, his own family. And still, he tells them: “I miss you.” He doesn’t think that will ever stop, even if it’s an adult’s grief now, mourning the chance to ever get to know his parents as people, to have them in his life as the solid wall of support he’s always known them at, but in the background. 

With Jason, it’s a bit different. The wound still feels so fresh, and Dick can feel the tears well up in his eyes when he tells the second grave: “Miss you, especially.”

For some reason, mourning Jason has just been so—so—difficult. That’s it. As if he’s not really gone. 

“Don’t think I’ll ever stop blaming myself for that,” he adds softly.

“You don’t need to,” someone says. 

Dick startles. What the fuck? 

Hemlock steps out of the shadows behind the graves. This time, though, he’s not wearing a mask. This time, Dick can see his face, and—

“…Jason?” 

“Yeah.” The younger boy—man—gives a little wave. “Surprise, I guess.” 

“But—“Dick realizes with terrible clarity what must’ve happened. The accident, the chemicals—and Jason clutching the flowers. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. 

Jason’s jaw shifts forward mulishly, and oh, that’s a much more familiar expression. “I’m telling you so you can stop with that shit. I’m a freak; that’s all there is to it. It’s fine.” 

You’re not a freak, is Dick’s first instinct, but he has been around metas enough by now to know that that won’t help. Besides, Jason is still talking. 

“I’m sorry, I never wanted to pull you into this world. You can do better than this. I just wanted to let you know that you can—you can stop with all this and go on with your life as normal.” 

…Dick can’t help it; he has to laugh. It’s more relief than amusement, but this is also pretty funny.

“Jason. We literally took down a drug ring together last week,” he chuckles. “I’m not—I’m not exactly normal, either.” 

Understanding dawns on Jason’s face. “Nightwing?” After a moment, he shakes his head. “You’re still human, though. Not… this.” He stretches out his vines behind if as if wanting to prove his point. “That shit is ugly.”

There is no hesitation. Dick reaches out his hand, smiling encouragingly when Jason hesitates. “Your vines are a part of you, Jason,” he says, and oh, how good it feels to say that name again and not be addressing a grave. “How could I ever think they’re ugly?” 

Slowly, carefully, a vine reaches back, curling around his hand when Dick doesn’t flinch. 

Between them, a beautiful flower grows.

(I’m taking prompts until the end of the year.)

[citrineleaf]

My Thoughts On CS Season 4

Spoilers because obviously

- SHADOWSAN JUST FELL OFF THE F**KING ROOF, JESUS

- “We should never allow Dr. Bellum to her Himalayan laboratory without adult supervision” I mean.. yeah lmao

- Robo Robber is n a s t y we do not stan

- my boi, my son, my little man

- Carmen is a dropout and a hypocrite, Player is a baby

- GIRL’S TRIP! With Ivy narrating!

- Wait is VILE hanging in the castle???? ARE THEY GONNA STUMBLE ON THE WHOLE VILE BASE!?

- Zack let the man rest

- Lie detectors don’t actually work, you’d think ACME would know that.

- IVY IS SAVAGE [Ivy please my little gay heart can only take so much]

- What the HELL is VATSK doing in my Carmen Sandiego?!

- Let Ivy have her chocolate

- The waste of chocolate in this episode :(

- my man so happy

- Player hates math, he’s meeeeee

- Also when your best thief friend teaches you how geography works

- I don’t trust Player’s teacher

-IVY YOU JUST HIT THEM WITH A CAR

- Ivy: I’m alright, bro

Zack: I was actually trying to knock you out lmao

- Dogs weren’t allowed in ICELAND!??!?!

- I just did research on that, CATS RULE ICELAND HAHAHAHA

-IT’S A MAN HUNT BETWEEN THREE DIFFERENT GROUPS LMAO

- That’s one turtle distraction

-ZACK IS A PUBLIC MENACE

- Free my man, he didn’t do nothin’

- JUST TOSS HIM THE KEYS! DAMN CARMEN

- Are they gonna kidnap Player?!

- Bellum with a crown, bellum with a crown, bellum with a crown-

- JULIA

- She is s a l t y 

- Why don’t they just kill Gray? It’s not that hard

- Ivy and Zack please just let Player attend school

- Get you a kid ready to back up your lies in an instant

- Zack: Player’s TINY HAHHAHAA

- THEY KNOCKED OUT HIS TEACHER ZACKKKKKKKKK

- Player, about to be pulled out of school: It's called self care, Carmen.

- NOBODY GETS TO GO TO SCHOOL!

- I’m so gay for Julia

- There’s only so many pretty women I can take, don’t add Coach to it

-SHADOWSAN IS MAGIC APPARENTLY WTF!??!?!?

- In the words of my sister “If her mom lives, we riot”

- Mimebomb is such a baby, I love him

-two secret weapons BABY

- Okay, I’m a simp for Tigress too, apparently.

- Cleo’s thirty-five? Bullshit.

-Devineaux and Carmen going to their girlfriend

- Let my girl go, she don do nothing’

- Julia but it’s the “When the next time you’ll have this kind of funding?” meme

- People are gonna start shipping Cleo X Julia, aren’t they?

- REVENGE FOR CHASE’S COAT!

-Julia, honey, focus on that fact you are currently a kidnap victim

-Tigress needs therapy

- LET MY OTHER GIRL GO SHE DON DO NOTHING

- JULIA YOUR DOING GOOD BABES, LOVE YA

-Fist bump :3

- I think both me and Tigress are gay for Villain!Carmen...

- Is that the original theme?!??!?!

- Villain!Carmen sounds a bit like a more evil version of OG Carmen

- CARMEN, HONEY, NO, STOP!

- Shadowsan please give Zack a hug

- STOP TIME SKIPPING

- Carmen stop doing the villain hand thing!

- He’s gonna fall on his car again, I’m calling it

- I AM APPARENTLY VERY VERY GAY FOR JULIA AND CARMEN RIGHT NOW

- “shut it” YOU SHUT IT HE’S DOING HIS BEST

- Gray @ Carmen: I lived, bitch

- WHERE’S MY BOI!?

- My mole and goat kids, getting their happy ending :3

- Player, my little boi, my sweet summer child

Okay, overall:

Seriously disappointed with the lack of Player content. I mean, fuck, it was the last season, would it have killed them to tell us his name?

Other people on the disc have also pointed out that Player wasn’t in the flashbacks and I mean- HE’S THE SOLE PERSON WHO PUSHED HER TO ENROLL EARLY WHICH LEAD TO MOST OF HER CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT? JESUS GUYS-

I mean, Player had ‘most of his development’ done by somebody a lot of people don’t like, so it might’ve been better in the long run, but it’s still really disappointing.

Also disappointed with the lack of the other members of TR being apart of the finale. They’re her family for godsake.

Same goes for the episode number, we only have two seasons with the typical amount of episodes for an animated show. [I’m guessing this season was rushed, again ]

In conclusion: I liked it, but there was... a lot of problems with this season.

Edit: I also don’t like the ‘there are others to lead the good fight” it just.. felt off.

[frogsagainandagain]

favorite lyric from every fob song

i’m so sorry this is so long please skip this is mainly for me to be able to reference

*songs with incredible lyrics throughout that it was extra hard to choose one or two

honorable mention:  and maybe next time/i’ll remember not to tell you something stupid like I’ll never leave your side

calm before the storm:  you said, between your smiles and regrets: “don’t say it’s over.”

switchblades and infidelity:  walking out on the show is walking out on you/and walking out on you’s still the best thing that I ever did.

pretty in punk:  well I’ve seen your boyfriend/and i don’t think he treats you right/but that’s none of my business is it?

growing up*:  i’ve dried my eyes, now it’s “rushmore”/i’m deep with futures like chicago/no, glenview never meant a thing to me/she never meant a thing to me

the world’s not waiting (for five tired boys in a broken down van):  we’re all “hasbeens” and “never-were’s”

short, fast and loud: good god i wish i was tall

moving pictures:  where can I go when I want you around/but I can’t stand to be around you

parker lewis can’t lose (but i’m gonna give it my best shot): in the meantime just talking with my shoes/converse with my converse

tell that mick:  stop burning bridges and drive off of them

dead on arrival:  i know I’m not your favorite record/but the songs you grow to like never stick at first

grand theft autumn: you need him/i could be him

saturday:  and i read about the afterlife/but I never really lived

homesick at space camp:  landing on a runway in chicago and I’m grounding all my dreams/of ever really seeing california

sending postcards:  when you go i will forget everything about you

chicago is so two years ago*:  she took me down and said:/“boys like you are overrated. so save your breath."          bonus:  with every breath i wish your body will be broken again

the pros and cons of breathing:  i want to hate you half as much as i hate myself

grenade jumper:  living like life’s going out of style.

reinventing the wheel:  i can’t wake up to these reminders of who i am:/a failure at everything… 18 going on extinct.

patron saint*:  and when it all goes to hell/and when it all goes.

my heart is the worst kind of weapon:  we are salt - you are the wound

it’s not a side effect:  and think of all the places/where you’ve been lost/and then found…out/in between my sheets/in between the rights and the wrongs

our lawyer:  we’re only good cause you can have almost famous friends

gin joints:  i used to waste my time dreaming of being alive (now i only waste it dreaming of you)

dance, dance: joe trohman is lame

sugar:  isn’t it messed up how i’m just dying to be him?

nobody puts baby in the corner: you look so good in blue

dark alley: joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of "best friends”

atavan halen:  i’ll be stuck fixated on one star/when the world is crashing down

sophomore slump*:  cause i swear i’d burn this city down to show you the light

champagne:  they say, “you want a war? you’ve got a war.”/but who are you fighting for?

i slept with:  douse yourself in cheap perfume it’s/so fitting, so fitting of the way you are

sixteen candles*:  she said, she said, she said, “why don’t you just drop dead?"       bonus:  so say what are you waiting for?/kiss her, kiss her

get busy*:  i used to obsess over living,/now I only obsess over you

XO:  to the "love”, i left my conscience pressed/between the pages of the bible in the drawer

snitches and walkers:  show me a starry-eyed kid/i will break his jaw

the music or the misery*:  it’s true romance is dead, i shot it in the chest then in the head.      bonus:   and if you wanna go down in history then i’m your prince      bonus bonus:  i went to sleep a poet, and i woke up a fraud

thriller:  i can take your problems away with a nod and a wave/of my hand, ‘cause that’s just the kind of boy that i am

take over, breaks over:  don’t pretend you ever forgot about me.

arms race:  i wrote the gospel on giving up/(you look pretty sinking)

me & you:  the best way/to make it through/with hearts and wrists intact/is to realize/two out of three ain’t bad/ain’t bad

hum hallelujah*:  i thought I loved you/it was just how you looked in the light.

golden:  and i knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me

thnks fr th mmrs:  get me out of my mind and get you out of those clothes

don’t you know:  i could learn to pity fools as I’m the worst of all/and i can’t stop feeling sorry for myself

the after life of the party:  put love on hold,/young hollywood is on the other line

tunnel of love:  got postcards from my former selves saying: “how’ve you been?”

doldrums:  you’re wrong/are we all wrong?

fame > infamy:  “there’s too much green to feel blue”

you’re crashing*:  the headline reads “the man hangs”, but the jury doesn't                bonus:  baby boy can’t lift his headache head

ringing in my ears: new york eyes, chicago thighs

ginasfs:  threw caution to the wind,/but i’ve got a lousy arm

hard to say:  but don’t get the wrong idea/we’re gonna shoot you

lullabye:  when you wake up the world will come around

disloyal order*:  what a match, i’m half doomed and you’re semi-sweet        bonus: boycott love/ detox just to retox 

i don’t care:  say my name and his in the same breath/i dare you to say they taste the same

winona:  bop bop ba dop

america’s suitehearts: why won’t the world revolve around me?

headfirst slide:  i don’t just want to be a footnote in someone else’s happiness

(shipped) gold standard:  plant palm trees on lake michigan before it gets cold/i gotta feel the wind chill again before i get old

(coffee’s for closers)*: i will never believe in anything again/though change will come

donnie: i’m the one/who charmed the one/who gave up on you

27:  you’re a bottled star/the planets align/you’re just like mars/you shine in the sky

tiffany blews: dear gravity, you held me down in this starless city

wams*:  what makes you so special?/i’m gonna leave you/i’m gonna teach you/how we’re all alone

nosebleed:  goes to the desert the same war his dad rehearsed/came back with flags on coffins and said,/”we won, oh we won.“

west coast smoker:  got my degree in the gutter,/my heart broken in the dorms of the ivy league

pavlove:  i want to make you as lonely as me/so you can get, get addicted to this

the phoenix:  wearing our vintage misery/no, i think it looked a little better on me

light em up:  a constellation of tears on your lashes/burn everything you love, then burn the ashes

alone together:  but i don’t think i’m coming home and i said/i’ll check in tomorrow if i don’t wake up dead

where did the party go:  my old aches become new again/my old friends become exes again

just one yesterday:  letting people down is my thing, baby/find yourself a new gig/this town ain’t big enough for two of us

the mighty fall:  two’s a whole lot lonelier than one

miss missing you*:  baby, you were my picket fence           bonus:  i will sing to you every day/if it will take away the pain

death valley:  undress to impress/you can wear the crown but you’re no princess 

young volcanoes:  come on make it easy/say i never mattered  (basic ik)

rat a tat*:  i’m the lonelier version of you/i just don’t know where it went wrong \

srar:  how’d it get to be only me?/like i’m the last damn kid still kicking/that still believes 

the king is dead:  the may never think and wonder why, dear christ/every time i see you i just want to paint the walls white

art of keeping up disappearances: erase the conclusion/but never meant to clear up/any of the confusion

hot to the touch:  if it’s never been broken/can’t believe in it/now you’re just a problem/for someone else to fix

love, sex, death:  but out of every pretty pretty miscalculation/you have got to be my all-time favorite

eternal summer:  i can’t do this again/i need more oxygen

demigods:  what if we were demigods?/they’d take to our knees/raging at the half of our sins

american made:  when i was younger i couldn’t wait for the days to pass/now i know they’ll never last/and i just want my childhood back

caffeine cold:  don’t breathe life into a monster then/complain when he destroys it all again

irresistible:  too many war wounds and not enough wars/too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores/too many sharks, not enough blood in the waves

ab/ap:  i think i. i fell in love again/maybe i just took too much cough medicine

centuries: heavy metal broke my heart       bonus: we are the poisoned youth

the kids aren’t alright*:  and i still feel that rush in my veins./it twists my head just a bit too thin./all those people in those old photographs I’ve seen are dead.

uma thurman: the end of the fucking song

jet pack blues*:  did you ever love her? do you know?/or did you never want to be alone?

novocaine:  if you knew, knew what the bluebirds sang at you,/you would never sing along

4th of july:  you are my favorite "what if”/you are my best “I’ll never know”

favorite record:  and i confessed, confessed to you/riding shotgun underneath the purple skies

immortals:  i try to picture me without you but i can’t

hotel in nyc:  a birth and a death on the same day/and honey I only appeared so i can fade away/i wanna throw my hands in the air and scream/and i could just die laughing on your spiral of shame

young and menace?? champion?? i’m sorry who?? what?? huh???

hold me tight or don’t:  i got too high again/when i realized i can’t not be with you/or be just your friend/i love you to death but i just can’t/i just can’t pretend/we were lovers first/confidants but never friends/were we ever friends?

the last of the real ones:  'cause you’re the last of a dying breed/write our names in the wet concrete

7-9 legendary:  i want to choke (u)/and get sick off of you/like secondhand smoke

alpha dog:  i want to put the midwest home again

austin we have a problem:  i gave you pretentious./i gave you indifference, but you only wanted undressed and defenseless.           bonus: hey! everyone’s an underdog.

catch me if you can:  oh dear lord,/please let me into heaven, for just an afternoon.

from now on we are enemies:  a composer but never composed/singing the symphonies of the overdosed

guilty as charged:  i got greater expectations than oliver twist

hand of god*:  it’s not gossip if it’s the truth/i’m sick of always writing songs for you to slit your wrists to

lake effect kid*:  i’ve got the skyline in my veins/forget your night times/summer love on a gurney with a squeaky wheel/and joke us, joke us/till lakeshore drive comes back into focus

mskwyditd (demo)*:  we sold our souls in dark hotel rooms/we slip tongues and lie like “i will see you soon”

star 67:  maybe we could talk this over/but i swear to god/and i’ll have this phone to my head.

we don’t take hits, we write them:  and my life is holding our heads to this gun/you and your new boy think you can come in and keep me off, but you’re wrong

yule shoot your eye out:  and all i want this year is for you to dedicate your last breath to me/before you bury yourself alive

[quellines-stories]

I've probably sent you five messages now and I'm being super annoying but I'm having valeyne withdraws

You’re not annoying at all don’t worry anon! Your messages are v sweet and mean a lot to me so thank you for taking the time to send them!

I’m sorry you’re having Valeyne withdrawals asdfgkh–

I haven’t finished the next chapter yet but here have some imagines if that helps lmfao 😃

[14 yr. old Wayne and 17 yr. old Jerome] 1) The Gotham origins era. Essentially the show era where Wayne and Jerome are just a pair of kiddos. To the GCPD, Wayne’s just a rich kid and Jerome’s a criminal that went into hiding. The unrequited era where Wayne has a thing for Jerome, but Jerome doesn’t return the notion due to how he’s about to be an adult, and Wayne’s just started high school.

2) Everyone including Jerome knows Wayne has a crush on Jerome and Wayne even admitted it at that, yet for the one time he admitted it the one hundred times he’s denied it. It’s become a game- a bet- to see who can get Wayne to admit it again first. Jerome isn’t fond of the game and tells the kids to bug off.

3) Jerome is a natural flirt. A jokester flirt. A flirt who accidentally says something flirty to Wayne that wasn’t meant to be flirty and results in Wayne either being awkward and avoiding him with a blush for a week or ballsy and smirking at him smugly for a week. There’s no in between and Wayne never comments on it– only provides expressions.

4) Wayne very rarely laughs, but when he does it’s generally thanks to Jerome. Jerome is rarely serious, but when he is it’s generally because of something involving Wayne. They balance each other out.

5) They both help each other’s impulse controls. Wayne eases Jerome’s urges to lunge at Gordon and Jerome eases Wayne’s urges to challenge five high school bullies to a fight. Wayne keeps Jerome’s ballsy behavior in check, Jerome keeps Wayne’s pride in check.

6) The only other friend they feel as comfortable as they feel with each other is Selina. Jerome views her as a little sister, Wayne views her as Crush Number Two.

7) Despite Jerome being careful to not be too touchy feely after finding out about Wayne’s attraction towards him, he still comforts Wayne with long hugs and rubs on the back whenever the boy has a nightmare about the alleyway, or when he’s freaking out about how Selina has been gone for way too long. Additionally, while Wayne respects Jerome’s boundaries, he does the same whenever Jerome is feeling upset, and while it occurs A LOT more rarely and A LOT less severely than Wayne’s panic attacks, they still occur every once in a while.

8) Despite being closer to one another than anyone else, they can pick up each other’s social cues, and know when to let the other have some time to themselves.

9) While Wayne’s bummed out Jerome doesn’t return his attraction, he gradually grows thankful when realizing Jerome could have very well taken advantage of him, and is even relieved Jerome was clear about why he needs to look out for older men who would welcome his affection.

10) Jerome is terrified of clowns, Wayne’s terrified of bats. Selina is the only other one who is aware of this. Selina resists the urge to dress up as a clown bat, because Selina is not a mean person, and that costume would probably look silly in any case. Jen encourages it jokingly.

11) Jerome definitely has a bond that’s stronger than a close friendship with Wayne, and it’s not a brotherly one, however it’s certainly not romantic.

12) Jerome and Wayne are just two traumatized kids that found each other, and aren’t sure what it would be like if they hadn’t, and aren’t sure they want to be. This is also why they view their other friends (Selina, Ivy, Jen, Jonathan, and Harley) as family as well– even if Jerome isn’t as close to them, to an extent, he cares about them.

[19 yr. old Wayne and 21 yr. old Jerome]1) The training era. The era where Wayne trains to become Batman, and something pushes Jerome to train with the Redhood gang. To the GCPD, they’re not worth noting yet, because Wayne’s on the other side of the world and the Redhood gang hasn’t committed big enough crimes to get noticed since the cops have bigger things to worry about than a few stealthy robberies. The lenient era where Jerome doesn’t frown down upon Wayne’s occasional flirts, but doesn’t encourage them either, but since he smirks at the advances rather than give Wayne a look, the occasional flirts have become a bit more common.

2) One of Ra’s Al Ghul’s first questions is whether Wayne is close to anyone who isn’t family since he needs to separate himself from all loved ones regardless of relation. Ra’s Al Ghul elaborates by asking Wayne if there’s a woman, for example. Wayne says no, and technically he isn’t lying, because Jerome isn’t a woman.

3) Jerome never mentions Wayne to the Redhood gang, because he’s aware that if he ever messed up, they’d go after anyone he cared about. So Jerome lies and insists he doesn’t have any loved ones.

4) Wayne writes a lot of letters to all of his friends– particularly Jerome, Selina, and Alfred. Alfred’s the only one who receives the letters, because the others get ‘lost.’

5) Jerome gets his ass kicked by a Redhood member he directs a sarcastic comment to. This is the first time Jerome has to patch himself up without Wayne’s help.

6) Wayne allows Ra’s Al Ghul to mess with his mind the same way the older guy that mind controlled him in Gotham did. Wayne tries to keep Jerome and Selina secrets since Ra’s already knows about Alfred. Wayne fails, and as punishment for not being honest Ra locks away his emotions towards them. It takes Wayne a month to break free of such and finally feel something other than disdain towards his old friends.

7) Jerome visits Selina sometimes. She can tell he’s not doing well, but he won’t listen when she begs him to leave the Redhood gang. Selina hopes Wayne will come back soon to talk some sense into Jerome. Wayne doesn’t come back for a long time. Jerome gradually starts visiting Selina less frequently.

8) Wayne has trouble recalling what Jerome looks and sounds like after a while. He’s also lost the picture he took of him with his friends the day before he left for training. He’s pretty sure Ra’s magic is the cause of this.

9) Jerome promised Wayne he’d stay on the right track when Wayne left. He doesn’t.

10) Wayne finally realized Ra’s was trying to shape him into a killer. Wayne escapes the league of shadows, but it’s a long way down the snowy mountain. It’s cold, but it’s fine, because he’ll see Jerome and the others tomorrow, and that’s what keeps the injured male going.

11) Jerome doesn’t miss Wayne anymore. He’s pissed at him for not coming back.

12) When Wayne finally does come back, he finds all his friends have moved, and only Alfred is there. He’s not sure where any of them are, and not even the best resources manage to tell him.

[21 yr. old Wayne and 24 yr. old Jerome] 1) The vigilante and Redhood era. The era where Wayne doesn’t really have a name for himself, and Jerome’s not solo nor Joker yet due to being in the Redhood gang. To the GCPD, they’re both menaces. The mutual era where the pair haven’t seen each other for a while, and neither is aware of the others’ secret identity, although this time Jerome returns Wayne’s advances because he has to admit– Mr. Wayne has become quite the catch.

2) Jerome sees Wayne just passing by when they finally reunite, and he has to do a double take because that’s definitely not the scrawny kid he befriended a while back, is it?

3) Wayne isn’t that different because when Wayne realizes Jerome’s staring at him in disbelief from the sidewalk he stutters like four times before regaining himself and ‘smoothly’ greeting the other with that charming Mr. Wayne charisma

4) Jerome can’t tell if he wants to hug his best friend, flirt with the new and improved billionaire, or strangle the jackass that went away for two and a half years longer than he said he’d be gone. Jerome goes with just flashing a smile to cover up his pissed off expression.

5) Wayne is too excited to realize Jerome’s a bit sore. He’s so excited in fact that he blurts out an invitation to dinner. He somehow does it casually, however.

6) Jerome accepts the dinner invitation because he likes free food. He’s not sure whether or not he wants to kill Wayne after dinner’s been paid for or get a few more free meals out of him. Jerome is nice and doesn’t kill the bastard acting like he hadn’t just left him high and dry for almost three years.

7) Wayne takes Jerome on a lot of dates. He’s still surprised that Jerome actually agreed to go with him on each date.

8) Jerome starts flirting with Wayne for fun. Jerome does not expect to have as much fun as he does.

9) Wayne flirts back, of course. Wayne is rather suave on the outside, and he’s pretty sure Jerome’s the only one who can tell he’s actually fairly anxious.

10) Jerome starts to fall for Wayne and Wayne’s an ass for making Jerome fall for him because Jerome’s SUPPOSED to be upset at Wayne but he’s gradually becoming anything but.

11) Jerome realizes they’re running out of date plans. He’s not sure why that’s resulting in him becoming so panicky until Wayne invites him to his house to just hang out, and Jerome feels relief at that. Jerome’s relieved that Wayne still likes just spending time with him, and they don’t always have to do fancy things to have fun. Jerome’s relieved that hasn’t changed.

12) Jerome is used to getting into others’ guy’s pants. He’s never really liked the guys he’s been with for the last few years, but at least the fun in the sheets wasn’t as boring as the guys were. Wayne hasn’t been with a lot of people despite his title of playboy, so when he goes tense when things get a little too heated, Jerome catches it, and Jerome backs off. Wayne isn’t used to not being chastised for being a 'prude’, and he feels rather safe around Jerome. They watch movies instead, and Jerome’s fine with that. Eventually, they do have a bit of fun, and it’s the first time Wayne hasn’t been teased into it. Wayne finds he’s pretty sure he loves Jerome, and while the feelings are mutual, Jerome can’t really find the words to say it back, and Wayne’s fine with waiting until he does.

[26 yr. old Wayne and 24 yr. old Jerome] 1) The Batman and Joker era. To the GCPD, Joker’s the only menace– unless you’re a bad cop. The complicated era where Joker has this obvious thing for Batsy that neither of them comment on, and where Wayne has a thing for Jerome– who he hasn’t seen in five years.

2) Jerome had a fight with Wayne a while back. He acts like he doesn’t even recall what it was about, but he does– it helps to just distract his mind from it, and insanity certainly helps with that.

3) Wayne blames himself for the argument. He should have handled it better. He shouldn’t have acted rashly. Jerome had every reason to be upset with him. He hadn’t realized it was going to result in Jerome leaving and never showing back up. The best resources couldn’t find Jerome, and Wayne’s not sure if he’s even in Gotham anymore, much less alive at that. Wayne likes to believe he is.

4) Jerome hasn’t been called Jerome for a while now. He’s not sure how many times he’s dyed his hair a lovely shade of emerald, or how many layers of war paint he has on his face that he never removes, or how many makeup kits he had to go through until the scar designs stopped rubbing off and ended up settling in like a permanent smudge.

5) Wayne became Batman to protect people like his friends. To be sure no one else ever had to go through what they did. To be sure they never had to go through what they each faced again. Nowadays, that Wayne seems like a mask, and he keeps his distance from it by occupying himself with capturing his friends he swore to protect and throwing them back in Arkham, because he’s gone and convinced himself that there’s a chance they could get better in there, and he’s doing the right thing.

6) Joker knows who all of the rogues are, but he doesn’t know who the vigilante is.

7) Batman is aware of who all the rogues are except for Joker– he’s believes he knows, but he doesn’t. He believes it’s a copycat from Jerome’s following– believes it’s Jack Napier. It’s not.

8) Joker manages to convince himself he feels nothing but hate for that jackass Mr. Wayne by directing the affection he’d had for him towards Batman. In reality, his affection has become obsession. In reality, he does feel a lot of hate for Wayne– but that’s not all he feels. It hurts to accept that, so Joker doesn’t.

9) Batman hates Joker because this piece of shit copycat just keeps coming back around and reminding him of Jerome. Nonetheless, considering he’s the closest thing he has to Jerome he can’t help but also somehow have this thing that he doesn’t have with the other rogues, and he’s not really sure if there’s a word for it, and he’s not sure how to describe it, but it’s screwed up and it pisses him off since it’s like this piece of Jerome is both helping him cope with what happened while also forcing him to not let it go.

10) Joker doesn’t expect their fights to ever turn out very different, however one does when Batman says those words, and even the voice changing device can’t cover up a phrase, because Wayne used that exact same phrase when they were pillow fighting and Jerome pinned him down, and how. funny. is. that.

11) Batman realizes who Joker is when Joker replies to that phrase the exact same way Jerome did.

12) Joker can’t help but contemplate on whether he wants to stab or kiss the jackass that he’d tried to leave five years ago yet had been seeing weekly this whole time in their little fights the same way five years ago Jerome couldn’t tell whether to strangle or flirt with the bastard that just showed up out of nowhere after disappearing for two and a half years.

[separatist-apologist]

Well I guess since someone asked about kids already, it kind of fits the theme of my ask LOL. Do you have headcanons for Lucien and Elain as parents, and Helion/LoA as grandparents?

Have you never heard my grandpa Helion canons? Lucky me! I love talking about papa Helion.

Lucien and Elain have boy/girl twins their first go around (Ivy/Sorin). Ivy is all Lucien; sassy, persuasive, and born to be a politician. She comes out first and she's lit up like a baby glowstick, eyes open and bright, hands curled into fists like she's ready to fight.

Sorin is all Elain; gentle, sweet and easy-going. He likes to sit in the dirt while mom gardens and he can be found sitting on the counter in the kitchen licking a cookie dough spoon happily.

Lucien and Elain aren't just battling Helion and LOA for time with their own children. Eris likes to swoop in and steal the twins without warning, strapping them to his back like they're potatoes. Lucien finds his brother to be a menace, particularly when both children announce their first word (weaf- Leaf). Eris likes to parade the children around the Forest House and Ivy is definitely getting a very Vanserra education. Sorin gets a puppy.

However. Papa Helion will not be outdone by some dork in a seasonal court. Maybe the children say weaf but where is their Autumn garb oh THATS RIGHT. They're in little baby sandals and togas from the minute they walk out of Elain's womb. Helion has teeny crowns for the children and he likes to parade them about his city, practically shoving them in the city residents faces. LOOK AT MY BABIES.

Helion is strolling into High Lord's meetings with the babies in their little baskets, hefting them onto the table. Helion calls them his advisors and refuses to making a decision without consulting them. Thesan is literally losing his fucking mind.

Elain comes by the palace one day horrified to find Helion and her children in a massive pool floaty. No one has a lifejacket on. Helion is like, babies can swim Elain but she gets Lucien anyway, who is like, dad can you NOT?

Helion reminds Elain and Lucien he was DEPRIVED of raising his own son and even though Lucien mumbles under his breath that nothing is stopping Helion from trying again, they both back down and let Helion have his fun.

The Lady of Autumn is there, at any rate and she's an old seasoned pro when it comes to children. Helion might be Disneyland High Lord but LOA is doing paints crafts, teaching the toddlers to make beaded lizards, and lets them drink hot cocoa well past bedtime. She sings songs and tells stories with the funny voices and is the only person who can brush hair without pulling on the tangles.

Between their grandparents, their parents, and their uncle (not to mention Night Court aunts/uncles), the Elucien babies are so spoiled it's almost gross.