#he’s the older brother

[noelledeltarune]

EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

[everwalldigan]

(Dick coming to collect Jason after he’s been “wrongfully” captured by the justice league while Batman is off world:)

Dick: Listen, Hood might be a criminal, but he’s one of Gotham’s. And he’s my brother.

JL: he killed 80 people in two days.

Dick: …he’s adopted?

Jason, glaring while bound to a chair: SO ARE YOU???

[stitchedfeather]

"So— so what do you mean, you didn't like Resident evil 4?"

"...I—I, it was kinda to hard, I—"

"Just shut your mouth, and enjoy the best game ever made..."

Sat on a couch at the Agori tree base, was two young adults that decided the best time to spend their time that wasn't ruthless binge eating or missions was one thing; playing video games and wasting their precious time. Instead of reading a Dr Seuss book compatible to Ravens reading comprehension, the ghoul decided to drag Seidou with her as well.

So the two sat playing a video game—or close to it, as the two argued and bitched at one another as they played.

"Stop — FUCKING WITH MY PYSCHE—!"

Takizawa screamed as Raven lounged against the couch with a thinned lip expression, sniffing. The man's black nailed thumbs clicked and pressed against the controllers, quick tapping heard as he practically strangled the poor device. Leon Kennedy suddenly went flying out a window on the screen, glitching into the ground before clipping out of the map. The two practically finding anyway to insult each other, they almost had a sibling relationship.

"Dude, wha—"

"Are They zombies—?" Seidou asked squinting, his brows furrowed together as he tried to find the will to live in this moment.

"No! There are no zombies in this game!"

"What— its Resident Evil dude..."

"There's no zombies in Resident evil 4..."

Raven hissed, leaning forward as if trying to educate the man on the basis of video games or pop culture. It was no use, watching Seidou constantly finding something to pick apart the logic of the said fantasyland of Resident Evil 4 (Spain.)

A loud explosion was heard off the screen, before a howl came from Takizawa as his eyes widened almost in horror ( that a psychotic ghoul could probably muster ) as he yelled at the scream.

"WHAT THE FUUUUCK—?!" He screeched as Leon walked over a crow laid trip wire, watching his flip backwards on the screen. Raven of course followed suit, watching Seidou absolutely fucking suck at this. It was amazing just how dog shit he was at games.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING—?!"

"The hell was that—?" Seidou hissed as Raven squinted at the screen and nonchalantly educated him.

"That was uh—dynamite tripwire." She hummed as Seidou rubbed the bridge of his nose with an exhale.

"How do...crows know how to lay grenades-?"

"Don't fucking try to break the immersive world of Resident Evil, alright?"

"Well this mission isn't going well—! I'm almost out of ammo, I'm almost dead—"

"You have plenty of ammo—!"

"Well I'm almost dead!"

"Yeah well...you're the one behind the controls douche face."

Raven shrugged, snatching the controller out of his hands and showing him how a pro does it. She leaned back, her other hand snatching into a bag of chips and shoving it sloppily into her mouth with loud chewing.

"Now that you're done sitting here with your dick in your hand, lemme show you how I get the ladies."

She smirked, eyes never leaving the screen as her thumbs were quick on the controller, already pushing through the storyline as Seidou slowly turned to glare at her.

"...YOU ARE SUCH A DISGUSTING LITTLE FREAK SOMETIMES."

"I hope next time you ever decide to fuck someone, they stomp your nuts into the ground."

"Next time I decide to go on a mission, I'm going to take you and put you on a wire line like a pick."

"You're just mad because your talents at video games suck ass. Too bad the Academy couldn't teach you how to be a baller and fuck."

"What are you even talking about."

"I'm saying you don't have bitches, dude."

"That's American slang isn't it—NEVERMIND, I get it..." he snarled as Raven cackled almost evilly, a wild look in her eyes as she smirked wolfishly at Takizawa who wasn't phased in the slightest.

"Hahah—! Too bad reading all those books couldn't get you laid—! Hahah!"

"Shut up..."

"Seidou the virgin."

"WILL YOU SHUT UP THATS NOT EVEN TRUE—"

"Hey Seidou, does it itch down there?"

A chair was thrown at Ravens face, ending their game session as 30 minutes later, the two were being pulled apart like two rabid chihuahuas.

[jasontoddspussy]

Bruce: the Red Hood is Jason Todd.

Tim: yeah

Alfred: british surprise

Dick: No. I don't believe you.

Bruce: Why? because he's a killer?

Dick: No.

Dick: have you seen the size of that lad? Jason at 15 barely reached my waist! and you want me to believe mr. built like a fridge is my little brother, suddenly a head taller than me? taller than you?

Bruce: ....

Tim: ....

Alfred: ....

Dick: yeah no way. i don't believe it.

Tim: lazarus pits said transgender euphoria, huh.

[some-kind-of-creature]

It wasn’t supposed to be a secret.

If you died while with the league, you will no longer be acknowledged to have existed, especially if you died during a mission. A disappointment will not be remembered.

The bats and birds don’t like speaking about the people they have lost, so they don’t. If someone ask about the dead, they will tell the person they don’t talk about that.

So how was Damian supposed to know that he should have told his father about his dead brother?

[meliake]

rewatching Avatar is so weird because Sokka is literally the only thing keeping them alive and fed. He constantly is like,

'guys we're out of supplies/ we need to stop/ we're attracting too much attention with the flying bison we should walk' etc.

Like in the ´The Storm' when they're completely out of money and supplies the one to get a job in hopes of making money (he never actually gets paid, the world hates him) is Sokka.

In 'The Waterbending Scroll,' it's Sokka who's concerned about their lack of supplies when Aang sends them in a wave down the river, and is making sure they're careful with their spendibg when in town shopping.

He's also seen to catch fish and gather nuts (I know more often than not he fails to catch things on screen but it's implied he's the one that does most of the hunting and gathering)

It's like- Aang totally would have starved to death or gotten completely off track with often they're completely out of food and money

[chloesimaginationthings]

An important FNAF question, why is Michael purple?

[wintergrofyuri]

catgirl dogboy friendship is something that can be so personal

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[farshootergotme]

Occasionally I picture Nightwing calling Red Hood "little wing" in front of others and people looking between this huge, 6'0 feet tall man with growing white hair, and then Nightwing, a shorter man who has flawless skin, probably around his 20's, and a fit but not too buff build and they just- don't know what's happening. Is it some kind of inside joke they aren't aware of? Why is Nightwing acting as if he's years older than Red-fucking jacked-Hood?

Nightwing: Little wing, you actually were decent in that fight! I'm impressed.

Hero, who was helping during this fight as well, listening in to the conversation: little...?

Red Hood: Wow, feeling very appreciated right now. Got any other backhanded compliments in there?

Hero: Wait, excuse me-

Nightwing: As a matter of fact-

Red Hood: Nope! I'm outta here. Screw you!

Nightwing: You know you love me!

Red Hood: In your dreams, dickhead!

Nightwing: Hey! We don't use that-

Red Hood: Not listening!

Nightwing: Jeez, kids these days...

Red Hood: I'm an adult and fuck you too!

Nightwing: What? Thought you weren't-

Red Hood: See you never, I'm out.

Hero: ...

Hero: what the actual fuck?

[chiptrillino]

ID: Katara and sokka in swimgear. in the first image, sokka is searching for something in the water. his hair getting wet. katara leans over to him saying "don't you think, its time for a haircut?" in the second image sokka rose form the water, a dog-shark creature in hand, swinging his hair in Katara face splashing her. smugly he says "no <3". End ID

i know its winter! i know it likley snowed by now on the northern hemilsphere! but... on the southern side is summer time right??? so... its fine.... this is fine!!!

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!!! please do not use or repost this artwork without permission!!!

[giotanner]

All Tim Drake has to do is say "millenial core" (support my entire video on tiktok)

ko-fi

[dodothefool]

wrong order

[fanaticalthings]

Bruce coming home one day to find Robin Jason clinging onto a chandelier with Dick below him cheering him on.

Bruce: Jason what are you doing?

Jason: Dick said that you missed his antics after he moved out and so he’s teaching me how to be a better son

Dick: After this we’re going to drive the Batmobile into the bay :D

Jason: We’re going to what? I mean yeah! Right into the water.

Jason trying to whisper to Dick: Dick I can’t swim though

This just further fuels the chaotic dynamic of Dick and Jason during a time where Dick was still going through his teenage angst and was absolutely not a benevolent role model LMAO

I mentioned it in this post, but it's just so funny to me to imagine a Jason who grew up with an absolutely WILD Dick Grayson as an older brother, while the younger batkids grew up with a more mellowed out and mature (arguable but when measured against the other kids, he wins by a landslide) Dick Grayson.

Robin!Jason era:

Dick: You wanna go out and get high?

Jason: I can't, I have homework.

Dick, sputtering: HOMEWORK?

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Dick, about to do an elaborate (and totally not dangerous) acrobatic move in the manor: Watch this, littlewing

Jason: You shouldn't do that, it'll make Bruce upset.

Dick, on the brink of angry tears: Why are you like this.

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Jason, dejected: Listen, I know you don't approve of me because you think I'm not good enough as Robin, but-

Dick: Not good enough as Robin? I don't care about that, I just think you're a little bitch

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Dick taking Jason out on a hangout for the first time: OK, looks like I got my work cut out for me. Take out a notepad and write everything down. I will NOT have my successor embarrass me like this. So what you wanna do to piss off Bruce-

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[Years later, Jason returning to Gotham with the fury of a thousand suns and the chaos to match it]: I'm gonna make your life a living HELL, Bruce

Dick, older and relatively more chilled out: Okayyyyy, maybe let's just– calm down a lil, haha, no need for the theatrics

Jason, betrayed, observing a Dick Grayson who is teaching his new younger siblings to behave and be mature: Dick, what the FUCK

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Present!Dick, mentoring Tim: Make sure not to be too impulsive, don't wanna raise Bruce's blood pressure

Red Hood!Jason spying on them from afar: Who even ARE you??

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Jason: So you teach me ALL of that, only to turn into the ONE thing you despised so greatly all those years ago

Dick, sweating: Well-

Jason: I'm ASHAMED. How can you be worthy of being called my PREDECESSOR?

[dcxdpdabbles]

Jason: I need a look-alike. Just someone who can pretend to be me as Red Hood so I can go to class as Peter. Someone who can handle a fight. Someone who is okay with being shot at. But who?

Dan miles away, looking up from his cereal: I feel destiny calling.

Danny a tired college kid: What?

Dan racing to the window and overlooking Gotham: Someone in this city has just started the plot of my new novel.

Danny: Look Dan, ussually I would be down to help you through whatever shenanigan goes through your mind but I have a group project due that's forty percent of my grade and Peter won't answer his cell.

Dan: That's your fault for going to college.

Danny: Education is important

Dan: Education is important. College is a scam that the rich gatekeep. There is a difference. But I don't need you. I'll find my destiny on my own.

Danny: Alright, have fun, and please don't shoot anyone this time. Hiding Joker's body was hard enough, I don't want to do anything like that again.

Dan: If he wanted to live, he shouldn't have attempted chemical warfare. Play stupid games win stupid prizes.

[succo-al-limone]

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