#because she's awesome

[silentstep]

           “Mahal in his forges— it’s the same old story,” said Dis with clear disgust.  “He was your father and you love him, fine; I do not forgive him one jot for not supporting his wife in her career the way she did for him in his.”

           “I beg your pardon: my father never worked a day in his life,” said Bilbo icily.

           “See, what’s really weird is that you sound proud of that,” Dis snorted.  “Seriously, I don’t care how rich either of them were, do you think there’s a male thief out there of half her caliber to whom it would even occur to give it all up just because he got married and had a kid? But Belladonna Took has to get completely out of the game if she wants to start a family.  That’s exactly why I’ve never married and never will.”

           “Duna’s married,” said Dori.

           Dis pointed emphatically with the knife.  “Yes, to my cousin, whom you better believe I brought up to know better.  Oh, damn—” She shook the knife close to her ear. “Thorin, the hilt’s coming loose.”

           “Triple-riveted full tang and it still comes loose,” sighed Thorin, taking it from her and tapping the hilt with his fingers. “You’re right, Princess, I’m sorry that’s happened.  Here, take this one for now—I know it’s not to your standards, just as a loaner.  I’ll get you this one back as soon as I can.”

           “Do,” she commanded.  “I’m not going to be patient, that’s one of my top four knives.”

           Thorin inclined his head smiling, this apparently being a compliment, and Dis turned the knife he’d handed her back and forth with a grimace, peering at the blade.

           Bifur rumbled a long sentence, and Dis grimaced again, then turned back to Bilbo.  “He says that if Belladonna wanted to get married and stay in the game both, she could have married Bombur and had all the support in the world, and that I’m projecting.  I don’t think I’m wrong, but he said you should hear it and that’s fair.”

[shynmighty]

Kalixei looking great and kicking some butt!

[bluerosefox]

Young Justice's Luck Strikes Again

Batman sighs deeply and rubs a temple.

It was meant to be a simple space mission, nothing to big. Just a quick check and report back.

Only problem is the ones he would normally assign this to are all dealing with other things so he had to ask... Someone else...

Like...

The ones that were once Young Justice.

Look, they were the only only ones with a spaceship (How? He still had no idea, Tim keeps saying 'What happens in YJ, stays in YJ') that could go far out without problems, and even though he knew putting the old YJ team together might be a bad idea, he trusted them especially Red Robin to be just a bit more professional at least. Since they were no longer teens but young adults now.

And again it was meant to just be a quick mission.

Nothing big.

So...

So why was Young Justice currently wrangling two floating black haired toddlers, one with blue eyes while the other one had red, and a black haired baby.

Turns out they found these children floating in space on their way back from their mission, cryo sleeping in a ice block huddled and cuddled together around a well loved teddybear with a teal headband on its head.

Or they were sleeping in cryo sleep until Superboy brought the ice block in and the thing melted allowing the children to wake up.

Batman could feel a headache coming on when he noticed just how... attached Young Justice was becoming to the children as well and knew it would be a miracle if he could get them to separate from the children.

[obsessedwithstarwars]

Jazz takes care of a de-aged Danny, and they lay low in Gotham. But just because Danny’s body is younger doesn’t mean his powers have lessened. In fact, they’ve only grown harder to control. Having the energy of a child makes containing his powers harder (just like when he first got them) until they realize that Danny’s powers are much easier to control when he can get rid of some of his excess energy. Jazz hears about a free gym open to all that is also meta-proof (more durable) from a wonderful woman at the library. (Lookin at you Babs)

The gym has a gigantic kids play area, along with classes for all ages and a training area complete with an American Gladiator style obstacle course for adults. Jazz will use the obstacle course sometimes when her boss has fully ticked her off. Stephanie and Cass volunteer there whenever they can. Jason always sends the alley kids there too because it’s close by and a safe place. Dick leads a class there whenever he can.

Dick actually holds the record for the obstacle course. Until Jazz gives it a go after a particularly trying day. She doesn’t realize there’s a record. She never would have used the course if she’d known. Training with Pandora and Fright Knight gave her plenty of advantages with how she can use her liminality and she definitely doesn’t need to stand out.

But again, she doesn’t know there’s a record. Or that someone saw her going repeatedly through the course (Stephanie) and decided to time her on her next go. (She doesn’t film without permission because she’s respectful of boundaries like that) She does post Jazz’s time in the Batfam group chat to take Dick down a couple notches though.

Or someone else (not Batfam, just a random citizen) takes a video of her doing the course and posts it on the internet and now they (Jazz and Danny) have to stay one step ahead of Vlad, the Batfam, their parents, and avoid the GIW. How hard can it be?

[mamawasatesttube]

the whole "jason rules crime alley and none of the other bats are allowed there!!1!" thing is so funny like. tim LITERALLY lives in the theater where bruce's parents died,

[fear0phobia]

she's a powerful psychic medium. she's just a scared 16 year old girl. she's unflinchingly selfless. she's soooo selfish. she is unbelievably kind. she's a mean girl. she let a demon possess her. she defeated a witch. she made someone walk into traffic for petty reasons. she screamed at a goddess for justice.

crystal palace surname von hoverkraft the character that you are

[cielsiesta]

BUNNY DADS!!!!

[wispexists]

Patronage

[amamamumumumu]

Damianya Week Day 3: rival kingdoms AU (and monsters AU)

okay...it may be a little different than you'd expect but in my head rival kingdoms AU look like this Anya is a Chimera and Damian is a Gryphon. As much as they look like each other their families are feuding, but they fall in love and refuse to have a war between the kingdoms I really enjoy drawing monster AU, and I'd like to do it more often in the future, but it will all depend on your reaction of course :,D

[diamondbrickz]

IZUTSUMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

stares at you with my big cat eyes

one more for the road

[ibetittering]

Come on guys 😔

[silentstep]

WIP WORD SEARCH GAME

tagged by @jeyne-stark (who has a lot of fic on ao3, do check that out, lots of really great stuff!), who gave me the words

rose | cloud | sleep | red | legacy

all examples drawn from the Giant Sprawling Hobbit Fic:

  rose

           Prilti’s hackles rose instinctively before she froze and lowered them, and then the thought crystalized in her head: I could have challenged her.

           Alien and entirely new.  Prilti had never so much as entertained the idea of challenging Sikaa in her entire life.  Sikaa daughter of Akaar had been talented and fierce and admired since before Prilti was born, mother to twenty grown ravens, a canny beast of a flier, effortlessly dominant over all the females in a royal house of contingents.  She’d claimed King Thror Arkenstone as her own, she stood senior to six of the other eight who did so— and neither Raukar nor Dakar were here.

           But Thror hadn’t been in charge for over a year now.  Thorin had, and Thorin was Prilti’s.  For all that the royal dwarves were plenty insistent that Thror was still the living king and Thorin only a regent, well… power could shift back when it shifted back.  In the meantime, Prilti preened herself and her brother and Fisa, and contemplated Sikaa’s sleeping form, glossy feathers glinting with the shift of her breaths.

  cloud

           “Oh yes?  And when the armies of the Greenwood arrive— and they would�� how will you fight them, son of Groin?  With what supplies will you provision our forces?  I know the strength of his: we cannot fight them as we are.”  Thorin planted himself in Gloin’s path, out of patience. “I wonder that you seem to believe this is a matter up for debate!  Your prince has given you orders!”

           Gloin roared and slammed the blunt side of his axe into the dust with enough force to raise a cloud.  “You order us to do nothing!  And you would yet ask us to do it gladly?”  Tears stood in his eyes.  “Allow us at least the freedom to rage and rail!  It cannot be borne in silence!”

           “And yet it must.”  Thorin drew himself up.  Implacable.  A dwarven king must have the power to stand as implacable as the foundations of the mountain itself.  When Gloin shoved at him, Thorin’s stance didn’t budge an inch.  It didn’t feel like victory.  “Our people must not hear of the elves’ presence, because someone will be rash and we cannot stop them all.  So yes, grandson of the grandson of my grandfather’s grandfather, you will bear it in silence, and thus keep Erebor safe.”

  sleep

           Thorin was introduced to the White Mountains first, then it was Dis’ turn; she stumbled back from it feeling no little bit bludgeoned, coming slowly back to awareness of her immediate surroundings to find Dwalin bandaging her hand for her.

           “Thanks, cousin,” she murmured, and let him brush the tears off her eyelashes with his thumbs and drink them.  “I’m sorry to delay you.”

           “You’re not sorry, you’re punning monstrously,” Dwalin rumbled, touching his cheek to hers, then he squared his shoulders and strode over to offer his hand to Tzafrira, calling himself Meha’achir son of Asufi— delayer, son of foundling.  He rocked back on his heels when his blood was laid on the stone, jaw dropping with a gasp like he’d taken a blow to the diaphragm.  Thorin placed his own shoulder behind Dwalin’s, and braced it there as Tzafrira overlaid his blood on the doorpost with her own again.  Dwalin abruptly turned from Tzafrira and leaned his forehead against Thorin’s with a hard clunk.  Thorin wrapped his uninjured arm around Dwalin’s back and pulled him off to a corner of the room while Dis brought the bandage from the tray one of Tzafrira’s attendants held out for them.  Dwalin’s arm hung limp at his side: Thorin held it up for her to wrap the bandage around his palm.  It was almost strange seeing Dwalin’s hands bare, their tattoos unhidden; he wore his knuckledusters even to sew or sleep these days.  The skin they had covered was paler than the rest from lack of dirt.

  red

           On the night when Bonemoon was no longer visible but Bronzemoon had not yet appeared in the sky, Thorin opened his eyes to an inferno of red flames and tried to wake up again.  He only managed to realize it was not a dream when the dwarf he was trying to rescue turned a long knife on him.

           Still entirely disoriented, he disarmed the dwarf with a practiced twist and started to drag him out of the flaming tent, only to be pounced on by another assailant.  Swinging the first dwarf around, he shoved him hard into the second, swiping at the new dwarf’s face with the confiscated knife and laying her cheek open to the bone.  Her bladed knuckledusters glanced off the armor at his shoulder when he jerked to protect his neck.  Then the tent collapsed, and Thorin roared in pain and frustration as he slashed himself free of burning, entangling canvas.

           “Thorin!” Dwalin was thundering.  “Thorin!”

           “I’m fine,” Thorin tried to call, but one of his attackers took the opportunity to try and slit his throat from behind.  He transfixed the dwarf’s wrist with the long knife and dragged it away from his body.  Keeper clove the dwarf’s skull in two.

           Thorin blinked at Dwalin.  “Durin’s beard, Dwalin!  Was that necessary?”

           “Yes,” said Dwalin, and Thorin realized Balin had stabbed the second dwarf to the heart, giving Ironstar a vicious twist. The remains of the tent blazed under their boots.  Dwalin seized him and beat out the flames that had taken hold of his coat.

  legacy

           “I thought this was about Durin’s legacy, not my safety.”

           “Oh, it is.”  Her voice was dangerous again.  “It should not have been bargained with, Amichai nesichi.  It is of Dwarrowdelf and does not belong to Blacklocks. You should have— you cannot— it belongs to our family.  It belongs to your sons and daughters and the kings under the mountain.”

           “Now it belongs to the Blacklocks, and seven thousand dwarves of Erebor will live under stone again.”

           “You can’t do this,” Dis whispered.  “We don’t have enough.  You can’t.  Give them the Arkenstone, give them the Raven Crown, give them Erebor, for our lives— give them everything, yes, until we are only shells and skins!  What will we be?  What will we be without them— little hairy Men, forgetting our ancestors and our ways and our words— you can’t.”

    Tagging @setnet , @july-19th-club , @theleakypen , @elucubrare , and @potato-on-your-head , with the words (incl. variants on):

teeth | agitate | seldom | gold | agree

[ghoulgeists]

my silly littol doll girlieee :)

[heartorbit]

the star you've longed for

[oceanwithouthermoon]

saikis powers are a vital part of him so it makes sense that people who dont know about them cant truly understand his whole self, but its also very silly to me when people act like its the ONLY important part of him... people act like his friends that arent in the know are completely blind to who saiki is, but i feel like that kinda means you missed some major points... he cant keep his powers a secret forever and it DOES matter, but he can still be loved and KNOWN without knowing about them... hes still human, he still has a personality, he still has regular likes and dislikes, etcetc

his friends perspectives on him may have been wrong at first, but they CHANGED... they know him and love him, and theyll KEEP loving him the SAME once they know of his powers...

​some people cough cough cough in this fandom like to reduce saiki to JUST his powers and its so obvious that you just. missed everything. you didnt absorb anything from the show, you just saw it and went "ha, everyone thinks hes just a guy when hes actually super cool and powerful" no no no, he IS cool and powerful but look a little closer and at his core he is still LITERALLY JUST A GUY 😭😭😭

hes such a guy.....

[daftpatience]

i lov planning outfits the same way i love drawing diagrams for rearranging furniture. its plotting and scheming