#or the traught and distraught thing

[fleur-dans-la-nuit]

Robin (Dick Grayson): Mint is just cold spicy.

The YJ team: ...

Aqua Lad: What’s wrong with you Robin?

Wally, from experience: You don’t even want to know...

Robin: Am I wrong?

The YJ team: ...

[clockworkfall]

Is that perhaps a new special interest I see on your blog?

listen ok my friend got me into young justice and i latched on to robin/nightwing/dick and also we've only been watching it together and now we're getting our dnd party into it and aLso something Happened in the last episode we watched today and im never going to be over it

i will put spoilers in the tags though bc i do Need to yell about it

[akalei]

There’s More To Being A Hero

It’s a little rough since I cranked this out after classes today but here’s Ladybug and Chat’s first encounter with the Team, Damien isn’t in this first installment but he will be I promise!! But I will warn I enjoy plot, world building and character development so there will be plenty within this AU. More installments and head cannons to come but I hope you enjoy!! Also feel free to send me asks about this AU too!

@ozmav @kelelamentia @resignedcatservant @imfreakingmagical @northernbluetongue

Marinette had only been Ladybug for about a year when the Mayor asked her and Chat Noir to act as bodyguards for the diplomatic meeting of the Crown Prince of Kowar and the Queen of Vlatava. Marinette wasn’t privy to the details of this meeting but she was glad to aid the Mayor’s anxieties by being present herself. The meeting had started out fine, both parties brought their own respective security and both the young queen and crown prince were happy to meet and allow Paris’ new heroes to stand in on their meeting. 

The goal was to create a new peace treaty between the two countries, one that would allow trade between Valatava and Kowar. 

“If both parties view this treaty as agreeable,” one of the officials asked glancing at both Prince Ali and Queen Perdita who gave nods of approval, “all that is left is to have both majesties to -” all of the sudden the room began to spin. Ladybug grasped her head as she fell to her knees in pain. She glanced around the room and everyone, including Chat was in the same predicament and Ladybug had no idea why, at least until she saw the fine leather shoes and green cloak. 

“I must say, not all parties are content with this little agreement,” he had a very heavy eastern European accent.

“Uncle, how are you here? I thought Kid Flash had put you in Bell Rev,” Perdita muttered trying to get off the floor. 

Ladybug glanced at the man, trying to discern his features through the grogginess, but one thing was clear. This wasn’t an akuma and that man was Count Vertigo. 

The man sneered at his niece, “I haven’t forgotten your little stunt, taking away my immunity but you’re not the only one with friends,” with that multiple men with unknown weapons came into the room. Ladybug struggled to get herself to move, it was all she could do to lift herself up onto her elbows and slowly reach for her yoyo. She looked to her left and saw Chat lying on the floor blood dripping from his lip, trying to stay conscious under Count Vertigo's power.  

“Now children let’s take this meeting elsewhere,” Count Vertigo motioned for his lackeys to pick up Prince Ali and Queen Perdita. Ladybug whipped her yoyo around Count Vertigo’s leg and gave a harsh tug, sending the man to the ground and disrupting his power. Quickly she and Chat got to their feet and got between Vertigo and the Queen and Prince. 

“You peasant! How dare you!” Vertigo seethed from the floor but Ladybug didn’t offer a response, her mind occupied with trying to figure out how to block his power. 

It’s his headgear 

Marinette’s eyes widened, hearing the voice of a young man in her head. 

Can you get the headgear off him and keep them distracted? Help is on the way.

Marinette narrowed her eyes as she side-swiped one of the goons and kicked him into a chair. 

Yes, I can do that, I am Ladybug after all. 

With that Ladybug shifted her concentration from the voice in her head to the foreign villain in front of her. 

“You ready kitty?” she asked glancing over at Chat Noir who had taken down another one of the weapon-carrying goons. 

���Always milady, do you have a plan?” she felt his weight pressed against her back, it was comforting. Knowing that although the disembodied voice in her head was sending help, she had her own.

“Working on it, lucky charm!” she called and tossed her yoyo into the air. What came back, however, was a device she didn’t know. A little unnerved, Ladybug held onto the device but went to remove Count Vertigo’s headgear anyways. 

It was fairly easy to get the man off balance, all she had to do was stay out of his line of sight, leaping over furniture and using her yoyo to tie him up.

“How dare you! I am Count Vertigo, royalty!” he spat as she got closer to remove his headgear. 

“Well if I heard Queen Perdita correctly, you’ve been stripped of all your authority so that just makes you a criminal,” she replied.

Count Vertigo’s eyes narrowed, “Who are you?”

Marinette just smiled as her fingers grasped the cold metal band around his head, “Ladybug,” and removed the headgear off of his head. 

With Count Vertigo out of commission, Ladybug turned to the rest of the intruders who had been apprehended not by Chat but by a separate group of masked individuals.  

“Nice way to stay traught,” Ladybug glanced to her right to see a young man dressed in black with a blue bird symbol on his chest. 

“Traught?” she asked.

The man glanced at her, “ya know like the opposite of distraught, traught,” 

Ladybug rolled her eyes, “English isn’t my first language and even I know that’s not a real word,” 

He shrugged, “Either way you did good, stayed calm under pressure and when you were psychically hacked.” 

Ladybug looked over at Ali and Perdita who were talking to their security next to another man with white hair and tan skin and a girl with blonde hair and a bow, “well, I had to make sure they made it out alive, which makes freaking out not an option.” 

Ladybug glanced back at the man and watched as his expression suddenly shifted, his eyes though covered by a mask went wide and he began to make his way towards the Prince and Queen. Confused Marinette turned around to see one of the goons take control of his weapon and aim it at Queen Perdita. Before she could think her body was moving and her hand was pressing the button on the lucky charm. But it was too late, it was like the world around Marinette moved in slow motion, a beam of red light had shot out of the gunlike machine and was aimed directly at the Queen. The head of the Queen’s security shoved the young girl into one of the hero’s arms and took the attack. As soon as the Valatvian man hit the ground his body in fetal position time seemed to snap back in place. 

“Those weapons are from neo-genesis make sure they get back to the League!” 

“Sir, I need you to listen to me, stay with me,”

“Nightwing, the weapons they're fried as if they were hit by an EMP,” 

“NOO!!”

Marinette glanced at the object in her hand, the lucky charm she used too late. This was her fault.

“Use your miraculous milady, it’ll fix everything!” Chat stated, glancing up at Ladybug with complete devotion, believing that the miraculous was the ultimate fix.

Everyone glanced at Ladybug, the new heroes held a look of confusion while the Parisians held the same look that Chat did. Marinette swallowed and tossed the EMP into the air, “Miraculous Ladybug!”. The state of the room went back to how it looked before Count Vertigo interrupted, but nothing else changed. The man was still severely injured on the floor. 

Ladybug looked up at everyone, “I’m sorry I couldn’t do more.” 

The man with the dark skin walked over and placed a hand on her shoulder, “Do not place all the blame onto yourself, the mission is what the mission becomes, and it very rarely goes as planned.” 

Ladybug just mutely nodded, taking his words to heart but still overwhelmed by her own carelessness. Soon the heroes left, taking the Prince and Queen with them, orders from the Justice League. She sat on a rooftop overlooking Paris, her head full of the events that had occurred and the advice she was given by other heroes like her. 

Chat sat next to her, “I can’t believe that miraculous didn’t work, it’s a reset button! That’s what it does, it fixes our mistakes,”

Ladybug just glanced at her partner, she wasn’t necessarily surprised by his attitude it was hard not to think that being a superhero was all fun and games when at the end magic fixes the mess they caused. 

Slowly Ladybug stood up, “Chat, miraculous doesn’t have the power to fix everything,” and swung away. Leaving both her and Chat Noir to ponder about what being a hero truly meant and whether they were ready for that responsibility.

[broken-endings]

Voltron fandom. Let’s take a look at Young Justice ship names and learn something

SERIOUSLY

Like, Wally/Artemis. They’re called Spitfire. Cuz of a specific episode where that word was used by someone teaching Wally, and later the word is used to allude to a possible relationship between them. 

Dick/Zatanna?? They’re called Chalant. Cuz when they first meet, Dick was being awkward flirty and says he’s trying to be nonchalant and the first thing she said back was “Be as a chalant as you like.”

Zatanna/Artemis?? Snaibsel (this one is fucking brilliant). At first glance it’s just lesbians spelled backwards. BUT Zatanna’s power is to perform magic spells by saying things backwards. So it totally works.

M’gann/Conner? More straightforward cuz it’s a mashup of their codenames but Supermartian. Still better than mashing their first names together. codenames sometimes make ship names super easy/cool

Dick/Wally?? Birdflash. cuz dick is Robin, robin is a bird, and wally is kid flash.

Jaime/Bart? Bluepulse. That sounds like a word all on its own, but it’s just their codenames mashed again. Blue Beetle and Impulse

Dick/Artemis?? Traught. Cuz there was a specific episode where it was just the two of them constantly evading death from the bad guys and dick’s little wordplay during that time between them. traught being the opposite of distraught. He tells artemis “get traught or get dead.”

there is EVEN a brilliant ship name more the POLYSHIP of Dick/Wally/Artemis. Museum Heist. Here’s why: Dick is Robin...Rob+Wall+Art. seriously fucking brilliant. i don’t care that i had to google it long ago to try to find out why the specific name cuz the WHY makes it SO MUCH BETTER.

Wendy/Conner. Neverland. So, in season 2 we found out conner doesn’t physically age so he’s like peter pan, and he talks to a friend of his wendy, hence neverland.

Billy/Zatanna. Mazahs billy says the word shazam to transform into Captain Marvel. I already mentioned Zatanna’s thing is saying stuff backwards.

La’gaan/M’gann?? Angelfish. They actually date in the show and Lagaan calls her his angelfish. He’s atlantean, hence the fish nickname. I don’t even ship this canon ship. But i can’t deny it’s a nice ship name.

Conner/Cassie?? Powerhouse. wondergirl and superboy both have one thing in common–super strength

Roy/Artemis?? Longshot. Both of them are archers w/o superpowers who learned under Green Arrow.

I could go on, there’s more, but these are the most significantly creative and/or catchy ship names we have in the glorious YJ fandom.

Back to Voltron

Everyone even has designations w/ colors AND elements assigned to each lion. It isn’t just Keith, he’s also the red paladin, with the element of fire. Lance, blue paladin, element of ice. 

Like why didn’t we call them Ice&Fire?? haha (or a song of ice and fire orrr A SONG OF LANCE AND KEITH...Asolak. Or Team Cradled. Specifically referencing the most important moment between them, taking team from “we are a good team” and cradled from “i cradled you in my arms.” haha, or Team Bond (for bonding moment) but that sounds like it’s referencing double-o seven. 

EVEN ANOTHER idea? mix and match one’s color to the other’s element. Blue Fire or Red Ice or instead of colors use adjectives. Hot Ice or Cold Fire. Or heck even HotnCold. now the katy perry song is stuck in my head

This isn’t just in reference to Lance and Keith. This is for everyone WITH a few exceptions. hanceome and lancelot are the most creative and unique, annnnd i gotta say sheith. maybe just for the innuendo alone. i can’t call them anything else.

I feel like the BEST ship names come from taking context from the show, a conversation or quote that specifically involves each member of the ship.

[happytroopers]

Accidentally Married Prefs // Clones x Reader

Background: You and your clone beau were ‘’married’’ for an undercover mission. Now the mission’s over and there’s a bit of a shock. #surprise motha-fucker

Rex:

“What do you mean divorce isn’t legal?” The captain in civilian disguise growled at the protocol droid behind the plastic window of the rundown courthouse on some backwater planet.

“We’re not even citizens of this planet, we just got married and put in a request for a certificate.” You chimed in, the lies rolling off your tongue. The droids eyes flickered over to you. What was meant by “flickering” was that the lights behind the droids ‘eyes’ were starting to go out and flickering on and off. Another example of how this planet was wasting dust rock.

“Irrelevant. Your ceremony was on our land and was officiated through our officials.” The droid answered. The engineer in you wanted to strip it for spare parts, but judging by the look of the rust bucket, there wouldn’t be much.

Rex looked over his shoulder and then back to the droid, “And if I was to slide you a pouch of very shiny credits?”

“Then I would call the authorities.” The droid quipped. Your eyes widened and you pulled Rex away by the bicep.

“Thank you for all your help.” You smiled over exaggeratedly as you drug Rex away. Once out of the shoddy court house, you looked up to the 501st captain. “Well, nothing left to do but call for extraction and sort this out on Coruscant.”

A few hours later in a cantina on the outskirts of town, you watched Rex dejectedly clean his blaster. (The cantina wasn’t exactly a high dollar establishment so it wasn’t like this behavior was out of place.) You frowned, watching him half heartedly scrubbed at the ash around the muzzle of the DC 17 pistol. Laying a hand on top of his, you gave him a joking look.

“C’mon, Captain, try not to look so disappointed. Being married to me won’t be THAT bad. I can cook, clean, I’m moved out of my parents apartment, I’m fairly good looking if I do say so myself. I’m a catch.” You listed out with a joking tone. He offered a laugh (that was more like a loud breath through his nose than an actual laugh) as he lifted his eyes up to yours.

“Oh, believe me, I know, and it’s not that we’re married-believe me, that’s not why I’m distraught.”

“Well, get traught.” You quipped back before continuing, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding, why are you distraught?”

Upon hearing your question, his cheeks lit up red along with the top of his ears, once again he averted his eyes to his blaster. “Well, I’ve been getting things together for a long while, and I finally got it all done, all I needed was a quiet day somewhere away from everything, and then this mission happened and ruined my chances at what I was planning.”

You were a little disheartened, what was your boyfriend of a year and a half planning that you had gotten in the way of? Regardless you tried not to let it show. “What were you planning?”

He smiled fondly, “Well, I called in a few favors. Paid a visit to Vanqor, and then made a pit stop to Saleucami to see Cut, managed to scrape up a script…” he paused and reached into a pouch on his belt and pulled out a small velvet… ring box(?), “I had this, had the paperwork (somehow the general helped me with that one), had all my words chosen, all I needed was you and a good chance to ask you…. but now all that’s gone to waste.”

Half way through his explanation, a realization dawned on you. Nervous excited energy bubbled in your belly, your palms started to sweat, and it was becoming increasingly harder to breath. “Ask away. I’m not stopping you. No time like the present. Right?” You rushed out, eager to see what he had in store.

With a smile, he opened the little velvet box; it revealed a ring. It was simple but still absolutely amazing. A shiny crystal(probably from Vancor) secured into a copper ring, held in place by little copper wires. “It’s not much, and definitely not what you deserve, but it’s the best I could come up with. And I had this elaborate speech. But I don’t need all that now, because we’re already married. I didn’t even have to ask.”

As he explained, he slipped the ring on your left index finger, holding your hand once it was in place. All you could was stare at it, the beautiful stone on your finger. Finally you snapped out of it and launched yourself across the table and into his arms, pecking kisses all over his face. Finally, breaking away from him you clarified, “I would have said yes, no matter when, where, or what ring you did or didn’t have.”

____________________

Kix:

Four months. It had been four months since you and Kix had arrived back from the undercover mission. Four months since the general put in a divorce request for you two. Four months in which Kix was becoming increasingly impatient. Like Rex he was waiting for the opportune moment to ask you to marry him (for realsies this time). But it was hard to ask someone to marry you when you’re already married-especially when you’re already legally married to the person you’re asking!

Finally and the four and a half month mark, the request was processed and answered. When Kix got a hold of the envelope, he felt a burden lift off his shoulders and he got a giddy feeling in his stomach. He immediately commed you to tell you he got it.

When you arrived, you both oohed and ahhed over the rather plain envelope addressed to Mr. and Mrs. (y/l/n). (Using your last name seemed less conspicuous than Fett.) Finally after five minutes of staring at the envelope, you spoke.

“Well open it. I want to be a free woman with my half of the infirmary.” You joked, nudging his shoulder. He laughed and went to open it, gingerly ripping it open and taking out the stacks of paper. He unfolded the papers and began to read.

A few moments later, his jaw dropped and his hands tightened around the paper. “What? What is it?”

He didn’t answer, but the paper was starting to tear under the pressure of his hands. With no response, you pried the paper out of his hands.

“Dear Mr. and Mrs. (y/l/n), I regret to inform you that your divorce request has been denied. Well wishes, the board of marital status.” You mumbled aloud.

“For fucks sake! I can’t wait any longer!” Kix groaned and you snapped your head to him.

“I didn’t realize I was that bad of a wife.” You growled, crumpling the papers into the wastebasket

“No, No, No. that’s not what I meant! It’s just that, well, I guess this is as good of time as ever.” He sighed. He got out of his chair and dropped to a knee and fished out a box from a pouch on his armor’s belt. He opened the box to reveal the ring. A simple band with a small diamond embedded in the silver metal. “I know it’s small and simple, but it can fit under medical gloves and it’s not big enough to be stolen-also all I could afford, but if you’ll take it, maybe you’ll take me as more than just your legal husband.”

“Kix, you’re always enough. Of course!” You cooed letting him slip the little thing on your finger before launching yourself around him.

“Good. Because even if you wanted to, you can’t get away. The Marital status board wouldn’t let you!” He laughed, you just shut him up with a kiss. __________________________

Fives:

“I thought you put in a fake certificate.” You said breathlessly and nervously, looking up at the civvie disguised arc trooper. Searching his eyes, you already knew the answer. He gave you a nervous laugh as he scratched the back of his neck.

“I thought you told me to file a real one.” He confessed. Your jaw drooped.

“Why would I tell you to do that!!” You whisper yelled. “I told you to make sure you DIDN’T do that!”

“Heh.” He fake chuckled, offering a broad smile that was exceedingly difficult to stay mad at.

“Stop that. I’m trying to be mad at you.” You huffed, turning away from him, he could still see you crack a smile. He thought for a moment before cracking

“Meet me at 79’s tomorrow at 8.” With that he left suddenly with you confused.

The next night, you showed up at the clone bar in {insert nice/ going-out outfit here} still confused. It took awhile to find Fives- seeing as he blended in rather well whereas you stuck out like a sore thumb. None of the troopers bothered you though, they all knew you were Fives’ girl.

Finally finding him in a quiet, more private corner, he smiled at the sight of you. “You look gorgeous, babe.”

He didn’t look to shabby himself. Though short, you could tell he combed through his hair and polished up his armor-maybe it was the lighting but he might of touched up the paint on his armor. “You don’t look to bad yourself, soldier.”

After a while, the two of you had been through a round of drinks he took your hand. “At first, I wasn’t all that sure why the marriage certificate was that big of a deal, but then I realized somethings.

“One, you might not even want to marry me.

“Two, every girl deserves to have this special moment.” With that, he slid out of the booth and propped up on one knee. He fished out an inboxed ring and held it out. It was a gold band with five tiny crystals embedded it it.

“As much as I love being married, will you divorce me so I can do it right this time?” He asked as you laughed through happy tears.

“The only time I’ll be happy to breakup with you.” ___________________

Echo:

“So we’re actually married?” The hand-printed arc trooper asked for clarification, staring at the piece of paper in your hand.

“Seems that way.” You shrugged, also gaping at the certificate.

“Well, damn, I don’t even have a ring.” He laughed. “Give me a sec. I can fix this.”

Three seconds later, he reappeared back with a straw wrapper and had detached the hand cover of his armor.

“This is rushed, but since I’m being deployed again tomorrow this is the best I got.” He started as he tied the straw wrapper around you finger. “There’s a ring, but since paper is very short lived, I’m leaving you a piece of my armor. Some of my older brothers in the 212th told me how leaving a piece of armor with your like leaving your life with them. But don’t think of it like that, think of it as a promise that I’ll come back for it assuming you’ll have me.”

With that, he put the plastoid piece in your hand and gently pressed a kiss against your forehead.

“Echo, ring or no ring, I’m yours. And you better come back regardless. I’ll come find you myself if I have too.” You answered, letting him cut you off with a passionate kiss. He only broke away at the sound of his comm chirping.

“I know, sweetheart. I have to go, we’re leaving for the citadel first thing in the morning. I love you.” Though disheartening, he always came back and that was the reality of dating within ranks.

“Be careful. We’ll talk honeymoons when you get back.” With a last kiss and a smirk, Echo left for the citadel. You never did get that honeymoon.

______________ Sorry I’ve been away so long. I’m trying to come back, I promise. I’m in spring break now so that should help!

Up next: (Kix, Fives, and Rex) x Reader with a pregnancy scare.