#chaotic quartet

[ghostbsuter]

It's not that Danny didn't try to stop them.

It's more like they really don't want to leave him alone.

Clingy they are.

It's been a day since he's been adopted by the famous Brucie Wayne. He'd tried everything to creep the man out, but?? Who knew that those aspects would make him try to speed up the process?

It's only a day, and Ember already urges him to follow Shadow, who's been leading him on a wild goose chase around the Manor.

He can hear the barely there snicker from Johnny, Kitty's muffled giggle and Embers persisting tugs.

Danny curses once he's sure the butler wouldn't hear him, giving up and following the cat.

It leads him to an office room? Shadow disappears behind the bookshelf and Danny follows behind.

He did not expect an elevator, nor how far down it goes.

Nor the giant BATCAVE UNDERNEATH WAYNE MANOR.

"That's makes explaining so much easier now."

This also explains the eerily quiet during nighttime, so he takes the chair in front of the batcomputer and sits.

Laughing when johnny falls from the T-Rex statue, overall having a good time with the trio. Hell, he nearly missed the family coming back from how hard he's laughing.

When Batman's looming form overshadows any view on his friends, Danny sobers up quickly, giving a nervous smile.

"Heyyyy, so what if i kinda found this super sketchy place, hypothetical."

"Then, hypothetically of course, you would be given an explanation and choice." Batman's stoic stance and firm voice change, from sagged shoulders and tired sigh.

Hey, that's definitely a step up from vlad.

Ember is wiggling her two fingers behind Batman's head, he stifles his giggles and nearly topples over at Kitty making swooning noises at Barbara Gordon, who is watching from the screen.

He's so screwed.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 158

Klarion is on a mission. A very important mission of the utmost importance! 

He, as the oldest of the family (at least sibling-wise) has been given the sacred task of bringing his baby siblings to find their own familiars! And nothing is going to stop him from seeing this task through! He’s not going to get distracted playing with the Justice League’s Baby Team, nor is he going to try and kick Stupid-Helmet-Head-The-Despised. 

He’s going to help Jordan and Ellie find their own familiars, and Phantom-Dad will be so proud of him! Tucker-Dad will be proud too, and his Moms would as well! He’s going to absolutely rock this older-sibling thing! 

[maxcuntstappen]

White People Tweets + F1 Drivers (15/?) : Twitch Quartet Version

[gafreesart]

I couldn’t resist, I made some lil’ sketches for their ship dynamic. This was all so fun to make, I really got to experiment with their personalities and come up with how they would behave around each other! Expect more lmao, I may have some free time on my hands

[unreliable-narratoe]

Thinking exercise: If wei wuxian is neutral good to person A and chaotic good to person B (both valid interpretations) and both A & B believe wei wuxian is the Moral Ideal, where does wei wuxian fall on the chart? I think it tells us more about A & B's moral leanings than about wei wuxian the character btw.

This is why using Moral Ideal in actual discourse is whack.

D&D alignments under the cut, let me know where you think wwx should fall :)))

Inahaaale. Under the cut is liminal space:

LAN WANGI POSSIBLY NEUTRAL GOOD. JUNIORS ARE ALSO NEUTRAL GOOD. TEENJI IS LAWFUL GOOD. JIANG CHENG SHOULD BE LAWFUL NEUTRAL.

((<-girl who cannot resist bringing blorbo up everywhere)

[loosesodamarble]

Nacht: Just a heads up, I’m about to do something really dangerous and probably stupid.

Josele: You have my sword.

Yami: And my katana (also a sword but my word is cooler 😤).

Morgen: And my magic.

Nacht: Shouldn’t you guys be trying to stop me instead?

Yami: I’m all about being stupid and dangerous!

Josele: I’m sure it’ll be fun if we do it together!

Morgen: I can’t stop all three of you at once so I’m tagging along to keep you guys safe.

[ninjastormhawkkat]

Do you have any scar and injury headcanons for the Chaotic Four and the Melodious Quartet?

Chaotic Four Jenkins has electrical scars, cuts, bruises, some broken or sprained body parts that have recovered - he is very clumsy Hugh has no wounds - his species can self heal. Patricia has faded scars plus one around her neck line, limbs, torso, legs, hands, and feet. She didn't get injured there that is just wear she can remove body parts easily since she is undead. Archie has self healing but slower due to Moran's experimentation. He still gets bruises and cuts from his battles as Doctor Arannae plus a few scars. Plus Wedgie burns from his time with Joe. Melodious Quartet Martin has had a bruises, cuts, singed eyebrows, a black eye from his experiments and pissing people off by accident. Melina doesn't have any scaring but can get cuts and bruises from her work. Sapphire has scars and bruises and cuts from her time as a villain, mostly faded now since she quit. Alan..oof. He has a lot of physical and mental injuries and scars. Life on Lexicon is not kind to its inhabitants.

[twistedappletree]

this fic is turning into a monster, i’m literally writing its sequel/companion fic at the same time 😭😭😭

[lacunasbalustrade]

the friend group no one wants to be in

band idea @melting-morning-blues ?

[zattis]

Sizable Security, Inc. (dp x dc thought)

With the ghost attacks at an all time low and the Infinite Realms blessedly calm, a twenty-something Danny Fenton decides to take care of his protection Obsession in a more mundane way: by becoming a bodyguard. A blessed late growth spurt meant that he inherited his father's height, though not his sheer bulk. Still, with an intimidating figure and his fighting knowledge, he figured that it wouldn't be an issue picking up a career as a "protection agent".

He hadn't expected all three (???) of his siblings to join him, starting a family business instead of joining a company that already existed.

Ellie had spent years on the road, traveling across the globe. It had fascinated her, of course, but she found herself missing her family. Going into security with him gave her the chance to go from place to place while being around someone she truly cared about.

Jazz ended up going along with it, rationalizing that keeping making clients feel secure was just as important as actually protecting them, and that she could still put her mind to good use. Not to mention her less chaotic demeanor meant she would usually be seen as the de facto leader of the group.

Then, somehow, Dan ended up joining them, turning their trio into a quartet. He said it was his parole opportunity to go along with them, and while he may relish in the chance to be aggressive, being around Jazz, Danny and Ellie kept him sane and opened him up to show genuine love, in his own way.

As it turns out, having four talented individuals on your payroll, all of whom have some degree of enhanced strength and senses, makes for an extremely valuable service. It also helps when no one in said group is shorter than six and a half feet tall.

Proud & Powerful Protection (the name was Ellie's idea) becomes an overnight sensation, developing a reputation for a 100% success rate and quickly getting booked by just about anyone who can afford them. As a matter of fact, two very wealthy, very public figures employ their services often, with both hoping to hire them full-time.

Lex Luthor sees the quartet as insurance for some of his most valuable employees and yet another one of his secret projects.

Bruce Wayne would rather they take care of his wards, since he's very tired of having to deal with kidnapping and extortion attempts.

Regardless, Jazz, Danny, Ellie and Dan look out for each other, and can pretty easily figure out when their employers aren't telling them everything.

[juba-art]

Xianle quartet bonding moment <3 the idea of them playing twister is very funny to me, i just know it would be the most chaotic thing ever

[insomniac4000]

Neighbourly Love- ChrisMD

Chris rolled his eyes as ArthurTV made yet another single joke out of Chris’s expense during one of his video shoots. Part of it was because he had heard these joke hundreds if not thousands of times before but partly it was because deep down he knew it wasn’t true. It was an old cliché, you can’t see what is in front of you and this was true for Chris. After over a year of searching he found what he had been looking for only one door away. His neighbour Y/N had moved into the flat a mere two weeks after Chris had moved in with George and Arthur, he saw the woman visibly struggling with her boxes and with recent memories etched in his brain of his moving day, aching arms and paper cuts. He leant her a hand, with George ad Arthur making jokes amongst themselves about how Chris would do anything for a date. Friendship happened between the quartet very quickly. Y/N was 26, she was an agent for voice over artists, it was career that she fell into by starting as a receptionist for an casting agency and she worked her way up from there. She got to tell people their dreams came true and she had a great team of people she worked with and laughed all day. Plus she got invited to the odd party and got to find out details of video games and shows before anyone else.

Chris loved his flat—a lively, chaotic space, it had a great balcony and he had his own space. The three of them made an unconventional but close-knit family of sorts, with the occasional addition of Y/N, their friendly neighbour. Y/N’s presence in the flat was so routine it felt like she lived there, always lending a helping hand with video ideas, joining them for impromptu dinners, or simply hanging out. Apart from Chris the boys weren’t great at cooking but it was something Y/N loved to do so she often would drop round a homemade lasagne or she would cook in their kitchen drinking a glass or three of wine while the boys mucked around. The friendship was easy, Y/N shared the same stupid sense of humour and some of the same interests as the boys. She was a great addition to pub quizzes knowing a ton of useless information.

Unbeknownst to George and Arthur or to anyone really, Y/N wasn’t just their neighbour anymore. For the past two months, Chris and Y/N had been secretly dating. It happened after a drunken kiss, Chris went to Y/N’s flat the following day with a bunch of flowers and a quivering voice ready to grovel and apologise but it wasn’t needed. They both agreed to keep it quiet for now, wanting to test the waters without the added pressure of public scrutiny. But the secrecy was starting to weigh on Chris.

He leaned against the counter in the kitchen, watching Y/N laugh at something Arthur said. Her eyes crinkled in that way he adored, and her laughter rang out like music. Chris’s fingers tightened around the mug of tea in his hand. “Everything okay, mate?” George’s voice broke through his thoughts. He raised an eyebrow, well half an eyebrow at Chris, who quickly snapped out of his trance.

“Yeah, fine,” Chris replied, a little too quickly. George’s suspicion lingered for a moment before he shrugged and turned back to Arthur and Y/N. Chris exhaled slowly. Keeping this secret wasn’t easy. He wanted to tell them. He wanted to tell the world. But he respected Y/N’s cautious approach. He caught her eye as she finished her story, Chris sent her a wink and she smiled desperately trying to hide the creeping blush on her face.  

Later that night, the group prepared for a night out. It wasn’t unusual for the four of them to go to pubs or clubs together; it made for entertaining Instagram Stories and, occasionally, video content. Y/N emerged from her flat to join them, and Chris’s breath caught. She looked stunning—a sleek red dress that hugged her figure perfectly, paired with a confident smile that made his chest tighten.

“Someone’s out to impress,” Chris commented, looking at her up and down, wondering if she was wearing his favourite red lacy underwear set underneath.

“You’re going to make all of us look underdressed,” Arthur teased, nudging her shoulder as they walked toward lift. Y/N laughed, but Chris caught her glancing at him, her eyes sparkling mischievously. His heart raced. She knew exactly what she was doing to him. The lift dinged and they all filed in, Chris swallowed as he felt Y/N’s hips brush against his, he composed himself and bumped her hip with his slightly.

“Some personal space please, this is a new shirt I don’t want it wrinkled,” the small man pretended to be disgusted.

“Yeah like anyone else will be wrinkling it tonight,” she snapped back with a twinkle in her eye.

“Pack it in you two,” George replied with a smile. Both him and Arthur had noticed a few little moments over the past couple of weeks, but they still had no idea what was really going on.

The club was packed, the music loud enough to vibrate through their bodies. Drinks flowed freely, and the group found themselves in a corner, laughing and chatting. Y/N was in her element, she loved to dance and she seemed to move so effortlessly, her charisma drawing people to her like moths to a flame. The first guy to try his luck was tall, broad and blonde. Y/N gave a polite smile but shook her head and he took it well. Chris watched as several guys tried their luck, each one bolder than the last. The last guy had tried twice and Chris could see him making his way over again. He clenched his jaw, his grip tightening around his glass.

“You good?” George asked, leaning in to be heard over the music.

“Yeah, just not a fan of this musical,” Chris lied, forcing a smile. George gave him a skeptical look but didn’t push. Chris’s eyes flicked back to Y/N, who was politely declining the drink the guy had bought for her. She caught his eye and gave him a reassuring smile, but it did little to ease the frustration bubbling inside him, they knew the signal, if she needed rescuing she would tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear.

Chris hated feeling this way—jealous, powerless, unable to do anything without risking their secret. He wanted to walk over, slide an arm around her waist, and make it clear to everyone that she was his. But instead, he stayed rooted to his spot, silently stewing.

Hours later, they piled back into the an Uber, the night’s energy slowly fading into a comfortable buzz. Y/N sat next to Chris in the back seat, her hand brushing against his. She glanced at him, her expression softening. “You okay?” she murmured, her voice low enough that only he could hear.

“Yeah,” he replied, though his tone betrayed him. Y/N further knew something was up when he said goodnight to her and walked into his flat instead of walking her to her door and stealing a quick kiss. She sent him a message saying tell me when they go to bed, I’m coming over and won’t take no for an answer”

Knowing her had no choice when George and Arthur headed to their respective rooms he tect her a simple “now” and after two minutes Chris and Y/N were standing in the living room. She turned to him, arms crossed. “Okay, spill. What’s wrong?”

Chris sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s just... tonight. Seeing those guys hitting on you and not being able to do anything about it. It’s driving me mad, Y/N.”

Her expression softened, and she stepped closer, placing a hand on his arm. “Chris, you know none of them matter. It’s you I’m with.”

“I know,” he said, his voice quiet. “But it’s not just that. I hate that I can’t tell people about us. I want to. I want to share this with the world. With George and Arthur. With everyone.”

Y/N hesitated, her brow furrowing. “I get that. And I’m not saying we keep this a secret forever. I just... I like what we have right now. It feels safe, you know?”

Chris nodded, though he couldn’t hide the lingering frustration. She reached up, cupping his face and forcing him to look at her. “Hey. This isn’t forever. Just a little longer, okay? For me?”

He exhaled deeply, his hands resting on her waist. “Okay. For you.”

She smiled, leaning in to kiss him, and for a moment, the weight on his chest lifted. It was worth it. She was worth it.

The next morning, Chris woke to the smell of coffee and the sound of laughter coming from the kitchen. He stumbled out of his room to find Y/N and Arthur engaged in an intense debate about the best type of cereal. George sat at the table, clearly amused.

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” Y/N teased, her eyes twinkling as she handed him a mug of coffee. Chris smiled, the memory of their conversation last night still fresh in his mind. He could handle this. For now, he could handle this.

But as he watched her banter with his friends, her laughter filling the room, he couldn’t help but count down the days until he could finally share her with the world.

[justnormallucas]

While I already love GGG and their dynamic with all my heart, I think they are the group that talk about their past seasons together the most, and from a lore perspective it makes me love them in Wild Life so much more

It works so perfectly with the whole “winners remembering their game” headcanon since in each season they won, they were involved in some way (GGG, Divorce Quartet, real life reunion) and what’s more is that it fits with each of their characters this season.

Pearl’s willingness to cause trouble and make enemies because her winning season was Double Life aka their messy breakup.

Cleo being the enabler since Real Life was very chaotic but very low stakes, just friends having a silly fun time.

Scott then being the one to keep it all together and sane because GGG were at their strongest as a team in Last Life.

it always awesome when these three pair up they are just so much fun together, and cannot be more happy theyve properly teamed again and can’t wait to see what unfolds this season

[mapiforpresident]

Can you please do #16 Team bus shenanigans with Lia Wälti. Maybe Lia and reader being team moms trying to stop the shenanigans.

Team Bus Antics

Lia Wälti x reader

warnings: none

As the Arsenal Women's team bus rumbled down the highway toward Manchester, laughter and chatter filled the air, echoing off the walls of the coach.

Y/n, one of the team's goalkeepers, and Lia Wälti, were the epitome of an old married couple, having been together for three years already. Their relationship was a beacon of stability amidst the chaos of professional football, and their teammates often teased them for their uncanny ability to act as the team moms.

Seated side by side near the front of the bus, y/n and Lia exchanged knowing glances as they surveyed the scene before them. Leah and Alessia were engrossed in a spirited game of cards, while Vic and Beth engaged in a lively, and sometimes heated debate about which current reality TV show was the best. Viv and Lotte were both quietly reading and trying to ignore everybody.

However, it was the current quartet of troublemakers—Kyra, Vic, Katie, and Caitlin—who threatened to disrupt the calm ambiance with their mischievous antics. Y/n and Lia exchanged a knowing look, silently agreeing to keep a watchful eye on the group.

As the journey progressed, y/n and Lia made their rounds, making sure everybody had their snacks and were getting along. They knew the importance of maintaining a positive atmosphere, especially ahead of such a crucial game.

But despite their best efforts, chaos inevitably ensued. Kyra, with her infectious energy decided now was the perfect time to instigate a game of truth or dare that quickly spiraled out of control. Vic, Katie, and Caitlin eagerly joined in, their laughter mingling with the hum of the bus.

Y/n and Lia exchanged exasperated glances after their cuddling session, with a few stolen kisses was interrupted by loud shouts of Katie claiming Kyra cheated on one of her dares which was to kiss the hottest teammate on the bus (she kissed herself on the arm). With a shared nod, y/n and Lia sprang into action, their teamwork seamless as they worked to restore order.

"Alright, alright, enough silliness," Lia announced, her voice firm but laced with affection as she addressed the rowdy group. Lia decided that Kyra would go sit up front by her.

Y/n stepped forward, deciding to kick Caitlin to a different seat claiming that if she couldn't sit next to Lia, Katie wouldn't get to sit next to Caitlin.

On the bus ride back most of their teammates were sleeping, so y/n and Lia finally got some quiet moments together. Lia settled her head on y/n's shoulder as y/n kissed the top of her head and rubbed the back of her hand gently. Lia and y/n loved how chaotic their team was most of the time, but sometimes these quiet moments were just as inviting.

[wings-of-fire-confessions]

Auklet, Peacemaker, Cliff, and Bumblebee just the most chaotic quartet of dragons Jade Mountain will ever see. Mix of super well behaved but also a nightmare for the school counselors.

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