#feral kids all around

[grim-faux]

I want to reassure EVERYBODY that when the Occupants Apprentice saw Mono and Six '''fighting''', they were actually playing

It was a wrestle game, and they get really carried away. Sometimes they get lil owies and bruises, but they're fine. This is how feral kids figure out boundaries and work on reflexes.

It would be so much worse if Six ever got really made at Mono. Trust me. She is capable of a lot.

[spacedace]

DPxDC snippet/prompt:

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“John.”

Zantanna’s voice had that cadence to it. Faintly strangled. Forcibly calm. Her rising blood pressure and rapidly approaching limit for his special brand of excitement evident in every single letter of his name.

Felt like old times.

“Z.” He said, smoke curling out of his mouth and billowing towards the dreary grey sky above. The one nice thing about Gotham, it had the same gloomy dark ambience of ol’ London town. “Long time no see. How’s show biz been treating you?”

He saw the faintest of twitches at the corner of her eye. Could almost hear her counting to ten in her head. He smiled at her winningly, leaning back against the damp bricks of the alleyway as he waited. More smoke drifted upward from beside him in time with a bored sigh. Patience was running out on all sides it seemed.

“That’s a child.”

“Sharp as ever.” He said, taking another drag. He nudged the child in question beside him gently with his elbow, glancing down with a sly grin. “See this is why the Justice League pay her the big bucks. Nothing gets past our Zantanna Zatara.”

He got a cloud of smoke blown directly in his face for that, little shit.

“John.”

“Z.”

“Why do you have a child? Why is the child smoking?”

“Long story.” He said with a wave of his hand.

“I learned it from watching him.” The kid said, with the same cadence as that old American commercial. All dramatic and overwrought emotion. The gremlin swooned against John's side in an imitation of collapse, hand holding the lit bifter coming up to their forhead to really sell the melodrama. He nudged his ghostly companion off, grinning at Zantanna’s slipping patience as he did.

“Don’t worry about it. Kid's fine.”

“A child wandering around with you in a dark ally in Gotham smoking cigarettes is fine?”

“I mean, I’m already dead. And short. It’s not like smoking is gonna be able to do any worse to me.”

[honey-bird10]

GET THESE BITCHES A ROOM

[horsechestnut]

AU to add to the list of AUs I'll never write: All of the Robins are de-aged to the age they were when they became Robin. Their memories are also reset to that point, and somehow they're in their Robin suits.

So you have a 16 year old Steph, desperately trying to wrangle 4 feral children who look nearly identical and won't tell her their names because "you do know what a secret identity is, don't you Stephanie?"

[densewentz]

ive decided the best thing for Crowley post-s2divorce is to become a goofy girl!Dad to an unhinged gremlin child. In this case this one that I've named Hanna.

[emiplayzmc]

Oh my god I wasn't even attempting to make Broadcast look younger in this panel than Radio but oh my gOD HE LOOKS LIKE A BABY BABY BROADCAST LITTLE GUY ADDISON AGHHHHHH

WHY DID NONE OF YOU TELL ME STORYBOARDING A COMIC WAS ACTUALLY SO FUN I LOVE THE LOW EFFORT / INCONSISTENT DRAWINGS OF THESE GUYS.

[timey-fandom-stuff]

... I really gotta stop coming up with wildly ambitious AU ideas.

[the-everqueen]

i had the realization last week in therapy (round two: learn better coping mechanisms!) that my brain is basically an ACD. which means whenever it starts spiraling into "oh god no one can or should love me, oh god i'm going to die, oh god--" i need to stop accepting these thoughts as Irrefutable Truths and more like a dog chewing thru the drywall, i.e. Can We Redirect

[grim-faux]

i just like writing stories about Mono being an intense lil guy and no one, not even his older self, is really capable of dealing with him.

the Thin Man is going to start a support group for everyone that had to deal with this child, and it'll consist of only Six and Mono's old pack. And the other kids will be like, 'yeh, we tossed him down hole,' and Six will nod and hum 'same'.

[problematicfanfics]

rant/vent but

since i’m on vacation with my family i’m actually at my wit’s end. i have no privacy. i have been sleeping in the same room as both my parents, my sister and my grandma for the past two weeks. i’m genuinely crying dude. like i can’t be happy around them. they decimate everything i find joy in and everything about myself i like. i’m so over this. sleeping in close quarters is just making me feel like shit again and reminds me of all those fucking years i spent as a kid fucking battling poverty and couch surfing with my family. like i hate it. it’s so traumatizing. my sister has like no memory of it because she was like 3 so for her this is all cutesy poor core aesthetic. i’m ripping my fucking hair out. before we left my mom was hounding me, asking me if i wanted a hair appt, a nail appt, to go buy clothes. i said no. i said the only thing i wanted was a wax because shaving is a pain in the ass. she forgot. but u wanna know what she didn’t forget? my sister’s wax appt. my sister’s chemical hair straightening treatment. all the stores my sister wanted to go to. my sister’s $160 nail appointment. like are u fucking kidding me? then the day before i asked my mom “when is my wax appointment?” and she BLEW UP at me saying i should’ve made it, it’s my job to make it. last month i made a dentist appt for my tooth whitening like she told me to and she got mad because I MADE THE APPOINTMENT. i can’t fucking win. then on top of it all for the first time in like months i wanted to get my nails done bc they’re hella cheap and really high quality in greece and once again, my mom forgot. she said “if you wanted it you should’ve gone.” i said mom, i can’t speak greek like that. i don’t want them to scam me. i don’t know what nails are supposed to cost. i’ve gotten my nails done professionally two times in my seventeen years of existence. idk shit about them. but no, i’m the issue. i’m the fucking issue. every time i open my mouth they say i’m giving them attitude when i’m literally just speaking or asking a question. they say i’m too quiet then yell at me for being too loud. they say everything i enjoy is stupid or childish. they won’t give me ANY personal space. they keep ganging up on me with my sister. my sister has been the biggest thorn in my side though. she’s such a pos. like idk how to explain this to y’all. she’s a fucking brat. we couldn’t be further from different. i’m scared to buy myself food with my parents’ money. my sister spends upwards of $100 a week on food, clothing, makeup, etc. with no regard for my parents’ time or finances. she steamrolls over everyone’s emotions to make room for hers, which are usually disgust and anger, and constantly puts everyone in a bad mood. my dad is ALWAYS out to get me despite the fact i try my fuckin hardest to keep the peace between us. my mom is so fucking bipolar i never know what i’m getting. my dad and mom are at each other’s throats. my yiayia lectures me on shit when i’m mad that isn’t even remotely related to the reason i’m mad ever and it pisses me off even more and i desperately try to give her the benefit of the doubt bc english isn’t her first language but she does the SAME DAMN THING IN GREEK LIKE BRO. i met ONE GIRL in this STUPID fucking horio BUT I LEAVE IN TWO DAYS. AND TOMORROW IM NOT EVEN IN THIS HORIO IM OFF TO THE MAIN AREA. like fuck off bro. and the girl mainly speaks greek which is fine but it gets hard bc i’m not the absolute best in it (i’m sm better in other languages bro no one bothered teaching me greek and you’d THINK my GREEK FAMILY would teach me greek and wouldn’t be mad over the fact i don’t know greek bc yk THEYRE MY FAMILY AND THEYRE SUPPOSED TO TEACH ME but no everything is my fault). and she’s sweet but this is her summer vacation spot so she has hella friends here already and i can tell i’m just “the girl next door she has to hang out with”. i feel bad i don’t want to drag her from her friends or insert myself in her plans but for the first time in god knows how long i felt normal today just because i finally had someone close in age.

elevator music and the smiths have carried the brunt of my emotions these past two weeks i can’t lie.

[grem-archive]

do u have a brother/sibling? bc you get the na bros so correct. also STELLAR movie choices

i am an only child (the happy accident)! however, i had a lot of cousins around my age growing up that i saw pretty frequently. we treated each other like siblings more often than not. it also helps that many of those cousins had siblings, and i am the only single child in my friend group. i'm surrounded by sibling-havers whom i enjoy observing interact. i have also pestered them on occasion with questions on what it's like to have siblings so that i can try and portray sibling duos/groups accurately in writing. the relationships between siblings can be so incredibly diverse and multifaceted. it's nutty really. there are some days that i wish i'd had siblings.

and thank you! dazed and confused holds a special place in my heart for very specific reasons, but all three are beloved.

[painted-fanbird]

Kelsier lives AU scene where he gets to do the one thing he couldn’t at Kredik Shaw.

Protect Vin.

It’s after the defeat of The Lord Ruler, things are kind of in chaos in various places outside of Luthadel, and Kelsier and Vin are fighting a group of probably noble hired hazekillers who aren’t pleased with how things have gone and want Vin and Kelsier dead.

Vin’s been separated from Kelsier and gets hit hard. It was a lucky shot by a hazekiller who got the drop on her. Stabbed in the side and slammed into a wall. Her head cracks against stone and she crumples, darkness cutting off her pained cry.

Kelsier, who was already trying to chase after her, hears her cut off cry, and moves. With a speed only possible through a combination of flared pewter, iron, steel, and a dash of something unrelated to Allomancy entirely. Vin’s name tearing from his throat in a ragged, terrified cry. Daggers flashing in the dying light of the red sun.

The hazekillers didn’t even have time to react.

Vin stirs to see Kelsier kneeling over her, already putting pressure on the wound in her side. She manages a smile.

“Do you have enough pewter?” He asks, voice low to avoid cracking as he starts to bandage the wound.

Vin nods, finding herself immensely grateful that Kelsier has put himself between her eyes and the sun.

“Don’t stop burning it.”

Vin nods again, all too aware of the blood seeping from the wound. A splitting headache is starting to develop and she knows she’s been concussed because she doesn’t remember actually hitting the wall. She still tries to scramble upright, only to be nudged back down.

“The hazekillers…!”

“Are taken care of.”

Vin realizes he’s right, it’s quiet out now. She’s… safe.

Kelsier lifts Vin without trouble once her side is bandaged enough for travel. She sets her head on his shoulder, tucking her face into the crook of his neck to shield her eyes from the sun. Kelsier’s grip is firm and warm, soothing her still racing heart as the adrenaline fades.

“You… found me,” she murmurs into the hood of his mistcloak, trying very hard to ignore the way that thought makes her feel.

“Of course I did,” Kelsier replies. “If the hazekillers want you, they’ll need to get through me first.”

Vin lets out a weak laugh, something in her chest warming as she wraps an arm around his neck.

When they make it back to the lair, the rest of the crew has to pry Kelsier from Vin’s side. So he’ll like, eat and wash the blood off. They manage it exclusively by promising that if Kelsier isn’t with Vin, someone else will be. Someone may also have threatened to pick Kelsier up and dunk him into a bath if he wouldn’t go willingly. It was probably Dockson. Vin is… delighted by this, on some level. They all care about her. They care about her so much. She is loved.

Vin’s never had that before. It’s nice.

[phagodyke]

trying to watch all of us strangers and it's just making me cry really hard this is why I don't do romance movies WAH

[bruciemilf]

Something something violence has always been the primary love language for Waynes, something something.

It breaks me that Bruce loves Jason so deeply, and Jason is so completely unaware of it. He comes to the conclusion that love is religion. You have to see to believe.

I’m just thinking about Jason watching evidence of how wrecked Bruce is after his death. He stalks Batman, always, tracks down every movement and breath. He waits for the perfect moment to shoot.

Your father only dies once, after all.

That moment, mysteriously, doesn’t come.

Jason’s never been scared of Bruce. Fear, to him, is darkness and cold and a bleach white face laughing at him. Fear of Bruce not being there at all. That’s fear.

I need a scene where Jason, — Red Hood, — watches Batman pin down a mugger.

He doesn’t know what that man says. Something about getting on him for not being there when Wayne’s boy got killed.

He’s never been scared of Bruce.

But when he punches that man, over and over and over, when his throat makes those horrible sounds of gasping effort, animal and feral, he’s afraid. Afraid Bruce won’t stop.

He’s about to jump in when another, smaller pair of feet runs up to the scene and Jesus Christ that’s a kid — A kid wearing Jason’s old uniform. Wrapping his arms around Batman’s and clinging.

The man on the ground is motionless. If he didn’t blink, Jason wouldn’t know there was a face anymore.

But that’s not the worst part.

The worst part is Bruce crying. Gasping, punched out noises, his hands drenched with red, squeezing the kid so close to him.

“My baby. Oh my baby.”

[demonwind]

Hi, im semi - here, but trying to find my desktop mouse. So I can scratch the fallo.ut itch. mutuals can vibe with me on disco !

[whovianwholikesgirls]

@anything-thats-rock-and-roll @itsfreakingbats bestiessssss

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