#he'll survivE but

[deathfavor]

@kyukicho​​​​ said:  ╳ bajitora

send  ╳ for my muse to take a bullet/blade for yours

  Kazutora knows something is wrong before he can pinpoint what exactly it is that is. Everything should be fine, because it’s Baji and Kazutora standing victorious as usual in the center of a bunch of defeated punks who thought just because of their numbers they could beat the two. It should be fine. His instincts tell him something else. There’s the same ominous feeling that he remembers from when he would creep down the hallway towards the kitchen when he was hungry for a snack and his father would appear. It was the same feeling from juvie when you knew you should turn your head the other way and see nothing if you knew what was good for you and to avoid being caught in the crossfire. This isn’t his anxiety, it’s something more animalistic, a survival instinct deep in his chest that has his gaze turning away from Baji and the sun for a moment.

   There.

  A flash of silver and a clenched fist. That’s all the tiger needs to identify the threat before it can strike.

  He doesn’t even say Baji’s name. It won’t do any good when Baji is grinning and bragging on winning the little challenge and Kazutora almost wants to laugh if it wasn’t so sad. That bright, smug smile of Baji’s that he loves won’t last longer than a few more seconds because the odds aren’t in his favor. The tiger is fast; but he’s unarmed and throwing himself as a shield to protect Baji from a hidden strike. He couldn’t let anything happen to Baji. Not with jail time and not from some hidden blades. He won’t let anything happen to him.  

  The blade sinks into his abdomen and Kazutora stumbles backwards, right into Baji. Only, this time Baji’s strength has unintended consequences. Because the other teen doesn’t even seem to move from the impact of Kazutora’s weight or that of the ambusher. He’s like a steel wall. Dependable and unyielding. But in this case, it provides a surface to halt Kazutora’s fall and allow the blade to sink in deeper and draw out a pained whimper that neither adrenaline nor tunnel vision can prevent from escaping as his head falls against Baji. He needs to protect Baji. The tiger hasn’t fallen without his own catch though; the attacker’s arm caught in his claws and refusing to let go.

  Kazutora responds by slamming his head against the bastard’s face and hearing the sickeningly satisfying crunch of shattering bones. Once, twice. The fucker goes down llike dead weight and Kazutora bites the inside of his cheek to stop a scream when the knife twists on the way down. He stares as the knife clatters against the street, silver blade soaked in red. It’s…it’s probably not that bad.  One of those looks worse than it is situations.

  “  Hey, Baji.  “  Kazutora can only watch as his vision starts to swim and his hand clutches pointlessly at his side.  “ That makes it so I’ve beat one more than you. Won that challenge. “  Kazutora offers a grin as he tries to stand up and take his weight off of Baji.

  He doesn’t even manage to stand on his own feet without Baji, he just crumbles into the asphalt like a felled beast.

  It hurts. It hurts so much. Kazutora swallows the words like shards of twisted, sharp metal the scrape his throat. It’s okay because Baji is okay.  “  Must’ve slipped.  “ Words that are whispered from trembling lips. He’s lying and they both know it. He hadn't even stood up and there was nothing to slip on anyways. I’m scared Baji. Wide eyes stare up at him fearfully despite all the brave talk and spark that he shows. Am I going to die here? He doesn’t know, he doesn’t know how bad it is or isn’t.

  Maybe he deserves it though if he does.

  "  Hey. I want that leopard shirt you said was ugly. 'Kay? My prize for winning. You should get a matching one.  “  He grins, hiding his eyes when he squeezes them shut. Fuck, it really hurts.  

[brucewaynehater101]

Timothy Drake-Wayne and Red Robin don't hold grudges. Someone could try to stab them, and he would still greet them amicably.

Tim, however, absolutely holds grudges. He'll forgive his siblings for betrayal or attempted homicide, but every piece of technology they own is obliterated if they touch his Zesti.

The lines he'll cross are more extreme if he's holding a grudge for someone else.

A person mentioned three years ago that Robin's (Damian's) outfit looks stupid. They still get every single red light when they drive.

That new JL member that implied Batman is too cold-hearted to be a hero? Every embarrassing moment of theirs on patrol (including tripping) is uploaded onto YouTube as failure compilations.

Duke knows it's no coincidence that every jerk he's mentioned to Tim has been aggressively dealt with. He fully utilizes this but allows himself plausible deniability.

Tarantula hasn't been heard from in years. No one knows what exactly happened to her, but rumors indicate she suffered greatly.

A goon that had gotten a lucky hit on Red Hood ended up at the police station 24 hours later with all the bones in their dominant hand broken.

Any person that makes ableist comments about Barbara has their information directly sent to her. She prefers to deal out the retribution. Steph is similar, but she'll sometimes ask Tim to join her.

Cass treats the experience as a siblings bonding trip whenever someone is stupid enough to slight her in front of Tim.

[todareistodo]

phil going "man i hope i die today! can't wait to sacrifice myself haha!" every single day and instead of dying he just sees all of his friends die

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Vaggie: "Hello, Charlie's girlfriend speaking."

Husk: "Why the fuck do you always answer calls like that. This is your fucking phone."

Vaggie: "Yeah? And? I AM her fucking girlfriend, dumbass. She's only got one right now, so answering with that is just good as using my name."

Husk: "Just ask to use her last name already. This is stupid as shit."

Vaggie: "I, Charlie's girlfriend, am gonna have to say- fuck off."

Husk: "Chicken."

Vaggie: "Come at me when you're not still single, scaredy-cat."

Husk: "Like you don't have a ring."

Vaggie: "Like you don't practice having candlelight dinners-"

Husk: "How the FUCK do you know about th-"

Vaggie: "-same way YOU somehow know about the RING, you fucking-"

Angel Dust: "Both of you's know this is a conference call, right?"

Vaggie: "......"

Vaggie: "...Charlie..?"

Charlie: "Yes! Vaggie's future wi-"

Charlie: "-WHEEE HA I MEAN VAGGIE'S GIRL SPEAKING! FRIEND! GIRLFRIEND! Girlfriend of Vaggie who is CHARLIE! It's me I'm Charlie HI HELLO!!!"

Vaggie: "Sweetie, I love you."

Charlie: "I love you too! I love being your girlfriend and I DO- h, have a last name! I do. Have one of those."

Vaggie: "Right."

Charlie: "I have one."

Vaggie: "Good, cool. Hold that thought? I'll be right back."

Charlie: "Okay!!!"

Vaggie: (hangs up)

Vaggie, distantly in the hotel: " H U S K ! "

Husk: "Oh FUCK-" (CRASH) "-SHIT-"

(call ends)

(distant sounds of running and violence)

Angel Dust: "....."

Angel Dust: "Hey do-ray-mi-fa-so-la Charlie, I might not be datin' the guy, buuuut if your totally not future wife kills him I'm so not commin' to ya gay ass wedding."

Charlie: "....what if she just, MAIMS him a little?"

Angel Dust: "Ya serious?"

Charlie: "About marrying her???"

Angel Dust: (hangs up)

Charlie: "...Yes... yes I am~~"

Charlie: (cheerfully hangs up to go stop her gf from ruining their future wedding)

[wolfythewitch]

things on my brain

- drawing iliad!achilles on a motorcycle (?)

- ,,, or iliad!achilles in a racecar (?)

- champion of elysium!patroclus (hades video game)

- desolation!tim

- odysseus (also possibly on a motorcycle)

- broken horses animatic

- green night au

[crow-person]

don't trust a man that wont stop talking about his balls

[bietrofastimoff23]

Okay, it's funny how Aemond calls his uncle a challenge, but the only person Daemon is talking about is Aegon-Aegon-Aegon-Aegon-

so real hate triangle: Aemond thinks about Daemon, Daemon thinks about Aegon, Aegon doesn't think about any of them lol.

[shadystranger]

and then would come the murder you will never survive– your brother, sam

the profoundly rattled face dean makes right after cain tells him he'll kill sam. like someone just grotesquely ripped his arteries out. he looks shaken and filled with cowardice. his steadfast mask of unshakable fortitude shattered completely. It's almost as bad as a helpless child at the end of the world. absouletly terrifed. nothing brings him to his knees and breaks his soul quite like sam. It's like watching a proud king stripped of all his grandeur. It's so satisfying bc he does not make these expressions because of anyone else

[taitavva]

Necessary Precautions for the Preservation of Evidence

[tw: blood]

[egophiliac]

(it probably wasn't actually Idia's fault)

(or was it)

some quick initial reactions to celebrate Diasomnia Day One! it felt like a bit of a short intro, but oh, what a tasting menu of things to come.

[senseearly]

For a moment, imagine yourself in Mithrun's brother shoes.

Your brother - stronger, prettier, more charismatic, but also distrustful and disdainful of everyone especially you - is to be sent to the Canaries. It is the rule, it is the duty of all noble houses. But you know what goes on there, Mithrun knows what happens there. Yet you see him off, bidding a temporary farewell as you do, because someone from the House has to go and it won't be definitely you. Mithrun knows this, you know this. And you wonder, very briefly, if Mithrun hates you now more than he does already.

Your brother - powerful, agile, a good soldier just as he is as an heir, if he could only be an heir - suddenly disappears. The unit he belonged to suddenly disappeared. And you're speechless because - how? why? No one wants to answer you; they will instead try to bring back a body, they promise to you. But that is not what you want. You grieve for your brother. but your own family doesn't grieve with you. Wasn't Mithrun family too?

Then you found out: MIthrun is alive.

Your brother - now weak, despondent, his eyes always looking for something that is not here nor there - is to be sent home where people can take care of him. It is not your first choice, you want him home. But he is - sick. Not quite there. He needs someone who can look after him and you look at yourself - your gait, your constitution - and you know it can't be you. So, you follow the advice of your family and pour out all your resources to find him the best of healers and caretakers. You ask yourself, almost daily, if Mithrun would ever return to who he once was.

Your brother - strong, pretty, uninterested of anything and anyone else aside from what he calls 'the demon' - is now better. He can walk on his own now, eats without throwing up on himself. The color on his skin is back and the scars of his injuries have faded into thick bumps and discolored skin. But he still isn't quite there; still needs help and probably will for the rest of his life. And you can live with that. You can provide that. Just as long as he comes home.

But doesn't. Your brother - now a husk of his former self, and you hate thinking of him that way, but you can't help yourself, the Mithrun you knew is gone - runs straight back to the Canaries. His mission is not over, he says. He doesn't care how long it takes, he says. And you see him off, again, because someone from the House has to go and it still can't be you. Mithrun knows this, you know this, and you can't help but wish, very briefly, if things would've been different if you went instead of him.

[banrionceallach]

So Charles Windsor has been diagnosed with cancer.

Condolences to the UK public who will be seeing their taxes paying for another ridiculously lavish funeral followed by a ridiculously lavish fancy-dress party, uh coronation, for William sooner rather than later.

[a-mere-dream]

I think it'd be hilarious if Shen Yuan transmigrated into, say, Qing-generation disciple era as Shen Jiu's twin, and he's doing his absolute best to make sure his brother doesn’t get suspicious of his changed behaviour--and it's working. As far as he knows, Jiu-ge suspects nothing!

Meanwhile, a reincarnated post-PIDW Shen Jiu is doing the exact same, trying not to let on how he has no fucking clue how to act around this random guy with his face (he isn’t meant to be a big brother! Is this feeling genuine protectiveness?? Ew, what the fuck, stop it--)

So they just awkwardly shuffle around each other, both feeling like they are doing so fucking well, look at that idiot, he suspects nothing.

A-Yuan speaks a strange language? Okay, why the hell not, it's not like Shen Jiu knows what the boy learned while travelling with Wu Yanzi. Jiu-ge's skills are up to par with fully grown Cultivators? Yeah, sure, that makes sense--he'd have been a very boring villain if he sucked at everything.

It takes literal decades until they finally realise the truth.

Bonus points if Yue Qingyuan has been shot here from a svsss-adjecent timeline, is undergoing about twelve Revelations a minute, and is vibrating from the sheer excitement that comes with getting to dote on the 'new' version of Shen Qingqiu that he's grown fonder off than he ever wished to without that meaning he has to give up on his history with Shen Jiu. It never once occurs to him that the Shen twins don’t know what is going on.

[azol-otl]

Just a silly little jaytim involving never died! Jason's big fat crush on his new friend.

Jason twirls in front of Babs again in case her Oracle eyes see something that he's missed. He worked hard on this, and he'd die of mortification if he there was a mistake he hadn't seen. He won't lie, he's kind of nervous about tonight. It's been...awhile since he's gone to do something social beyond school (and boy doesn't that make him sound like a loser) and he thinks he might have gotten a little too overenthusiastic about it. Well, Dick said it was fine but even after the coma Dick's only here every once in a blue moon and Jason isn't sure if he should take Dick's advice to heart when the man's been running around in tights since the day he was born. Plus Jason still remembers that Dick is a lying liar who lies when he thinks something would be funny or was trying to cover his ass. (Yes, he still holds that mask acne incident against him! Barbie laughed at him, Dick! Sure he now has photo evidence of Pizza Face Grayson, but still!) Everything fits him perfectly despite that last second growth spurt that finally started showing up. A tiny thing, barely an inch but it was enough to finally push him past 5ft so he's happy. His tunic fits perfectly and the stitching has an Alfred seal of approval. His armor is light, the leather looks good despite being made from old scraps of Bruce and Dick's outgrown clothes that have too much wear and tear to pass down. The cape swishes just the way he remembers, though a deep red instead of canary yellow. He decided against only tights by wearing some sturdy shorts over them, like an adventurer would, everything color matched for the time period. He looks up at Babs who's giving him a bemused look and he puffs out his chest indigently. "What?" he says tersely. "Nothing nothing," comes the amused sing song, the kind she gets when she's teasing Dick. "I just didn't expect this to be the result of introducing you to online gaming." Jason's cheeks warm but he has nothing to be ashamed of. Sure he's become...a geek after the accident. But he has friends, like actual friends close to his age that go to his school and not just co-workers six years older than him or a penpal from across the country. Plus Jason can admit he was a nerd before becoming a combo nerd/geek so it's not like his reputation took a hit. "Nothing wrong with immersion," he says. Babs gives him a wry grin. "Nothing wrong with impressing Tim you mean?"

And Jason couldn't even be mad at Barbie about that because she's absolutely right. Tabletop was Tim's thing, and Jason was excited to try it out, but it was absolutely a new thing for him. All of this was new to Jason. After being stuck with nothing but a computer for months on end any social skills Jason might have had have atrophied and what little that remains has made Jason the picture perfect geek. And he really didn't want to screw up this friendship when it was the lifeline that Jason used to actually talk to people in real life and not in front of a screen. Well, people that aren't maladjusted larpers punching criminals. "Seriously Barbie, does it look good? I don't wanna embarrass myself," Jason mumbles. This time Barbara does laugh and its just as embarrassing as the last time. "Ah, what's the world come to. Robin, the boy wonder himself, worried that he's going to embarrass his best friend in front of his Wizards and Warlocks group," she says wiping an imaginary tear from her eye. "It's Trailblazer," Jason says automatically, already having corrected Bruce, Dick, and Alfred about this for weeks. Barbara starts laughing again and Jason resists the urge to stomp out like a child. It wouldn't be dramatic anyhow, he isn't wearing shoes and he refuses to stomp in his fantasy footwear that's basically just a metal band around his arch for support. Once she stops laughing she finally takes pity on Jason. "You look fine Little Bird. I don't see anything sticking out, and the outfit looks amazing. Your little fey prince character is gonna knock it out of the park," she says and Jason feels warm enough that he doesn't even correct her that he's a halfling-changeling and not a fey anything, much less a prince.

 That warmth stays with him until he's in front of Tim's door. It's then that he thinks that maybe going all out was a terrible idea. He knows that some people dress up, but it isn't like a mandatory thing. And Tim didn't say anything about needing to dress up for Jason's first tabletop night. But Jason had been so excited. Tim didn't even finish his invitation before Jason already had a dozen designs scrambling in his head and started creating a character piece by piece. He was dragging out knowledge he hasn't touched since he was Robin. Fashion design, historical trends, and how to use them to create something tangible with the sewing lessons he had begged Alfred for back when he wanted to learn every practical skill he could. In case he got dropped like a sack of steaming shit. Crap what if they think Jason's a nerd? He had read that Traiblazer book cover to cover and made notes like it was a reading assignment! To be authentic to the setting! In case Tim's friend Ives wanted to "Um actually" Jason's meticulously created backstory and full lineage and npcs he built and sent to Tim weeks ago. Shit, maybe Jason's more of a loser than he thought if he thinks a wizards and warlocks group is too cool for him.

 He thinks about calling Alfred to pick him up and make a lie about the campaign being cancelled. Maybe he can persuade Bruce to send him back to public school instead of Gotham Academy. Then he can forget all about Tim and his goofy smile and how he puts his foot in his mouth and how cute he looked when he asked Jason to join in this game because he wanted to share something about himself with— Jason's thoughts are cut off when the door opens. He looks up, eyes wide with anxiety in his stupid changeling halfling outfit without any shoes because he wanted to be authentic. The guy across the doorway was tall, taller than Jason (but who isn't) and taller than Tim (also not an accomplishment), blonde with glasses. "Are you sure this guy's a senior, Tim," he says and Jason has to stop himself from punching out Tim's other friend.

Tim's head then pokes out of the door, funny wizard hat and all and just stares at Jason. For a full minute. It gets awkward fast but neither Jason or the other guy know what to say before Jason takes the plunge. "Hey, I'm Jason, you must be Ives?" he says forcing all his nerves as deep down as he can. Ives nods, "Sebastian Ives, don't call me by my first name." It isn't until introductions are done that Tim comes back online. "Hey! Jason! Wow! Your costume is really good! A changeling right?!" he says loudly, cheeks and ears a bright pink.

[theeyeofeverything]

BRUH WHO YOU TRYING TO CONVINCE YOU SNORING SO LOUD THAT CARDBORD CUTOUTS OF HADES IS FUCKING SPINNING

[jeff-the-kills-you]

curly at da park

he's having a nice day