#shes the one who told me to post

[lolokidss]

um I saw ur post about fic requests so I have one:

tyden bonding over shared trauma because they’re the only two who’ve actually died and no one’s talked about how that must feel.

[took me ages to write that but here it is; it's longer than expected (1,7k rather than 100 words...) but i hope yall will appreciate... idk if i did what was expected but hey wtv

also im posting that on ao3 too, to feed the people there]

The thing about Tyler and Aiden is that they both love to ignore reality. The other thing is how differently they do it.

While Aiden shows, Tyler hides; while Aiden laughs, Tyler fights. It’s different struggles, different goals— it’s different truths.

Aiden, he shows it all. He faces the truth and discards it far away, refuses to reveal anything that could break him. If you want him to cry, he will laugh; if you want him to laugh, he will cry. That’s a system, a way of being, that he learned very early in life, a kind of comfort in never meeting people’s expectations, in being wild and uncatchable, free and fierce. Because he performs from his youngest age, you never know when he doesn’t; even his tears look amused, mocking, taunting, as if they were nothing but mere drops of water spilling from his eyes, that and nothing else.

(They don’t know that, though—not yet. ‘Yet’ because it will happen.)

Tyler, on the other side, doesn’t bother looking: if he has no time, no ways, no desires to deal with it, he won’t. That doesn’t show, never, because he doesn’t care enough for it to show—it’s not important, not for him, not right now. He shows nothing but hides it all somewhere, in a place he hopes to forget one day; you can see a tight fist sometimes, a too-long frown sliding on something, but it never lasts enough. That he lets it go, far away, or that he lets himself go, it doesn’t matter: either way, his hands will be bloody, from a fight or from exhaustion.

(That’s funny because, fighting, that’s something Tyler shows. It’s his own little performance. It’s funny, right? That while Aiden shows, Tyler hides—and that when Aiden hides, Tyler shows.)

Yet, despite it all, Tyler is the one dealing with that, their deaths. Maybe it’s because it happened to him first: he was dealing with it already, and Aiden just had to tag along, fall in his steps and follow blindly. Or maybe (and that’s way more plausible) it’s because Tyler hoped to be the last one—maybe he wasn’t dealing with it at all, wanted to bury that memory down, down, down, until he could forget it for once and for all.

But then, Aiden arrived. Then, Aiden died too, and Tyler couldn’t let that go. He, who thrived on protection, who ignored himself for the sake of others, of her, of them, couldn’t let Aiden hurt.

It started with small things—so small Aiden can’t even recall what started it all. A gaze, a smile? Or was it a hand, stretched out like that night? If nothing is blur, if everything is sure, Aiden struggles to link the parts; from the very beginning of life, he always had problems with memories.

He’ll never forget, however, the first time he felt it, comfort.

Before Tyler, before everyone else, life was long and boring and lonely. He traveled, sure, but it wasn’t lively, not like that. It was too much to make friends, never managing to build friendships, but also not enough to have a family: for each vacation he did with his parents, they did the double of it just the two of them.

Then, though, he got a cousin. Hell, he got two, actually, and they made it less lonely. And then, again, he got friends—four of them, who made life less boring no matter how grumpy some were.

However, because he can’t seem to have nice things, never for too long, he died.

To be honest, he never really felt like it could affect him, death; he was dead since long ago, after all, and he didn’t need any ceilings on his head for it to be that way. A physical death, however, seems to affect even the more emotional dead ones.

He pretended it didn’t, though: he plastered a smile on his face, put some stupid makeup to hide the hideous part of it, and went with the flow. He smiled, he laughed, he procrastinated and delayed any kind of work, tried to give some time for his brain to recover.

Alas, death isn’t the end of anything, no matter what people say—so,obviously, a bit of makeup and some jokes didn’t fix anything. The nightmare went on.

It felt reassuring, when they came back to the graveyard. It wasn’t quite comfort, but it was close: it was family, in a way, no matter how wretched their nights were. Their home, their place, for 7 hours.

It’s alright, Aiden would tell himself. He isn’t sure when he stopped believing it, but he was sure it would come back.

That’s when Tyler enters.

(Well, in truth, he enters earlier, right as they’re taken to the facility, through unread messages—but because he can’t read them until way later, it doesn’t count. Not to Aiden, at least.)

He does it slightly, slowly, carefully, so well that Aiden doesn’t really notice. He sees the change, wonders if a tree in the guts always has those effects, but he doesn’t get it. He doesn’t make the connections, doesn’t see what would lead to such behaviour. He considers near-death experience as an explanation, obviously, but his doesn’t enter in his calculation—it’s like he’s trying to forget it, in a way.

Either way, Tyler is here, present. Some longing gazes, some smiles; sometimes, an arched eyebrow, worrying more than mocking, or a frown, observing. It takes Aiden by surprise, every fucking time, just like one may stare at the sun on a winter morning; it’s unexpected but oh so welcome, oh so living. It’s like an anchor, something not to stray too far from the safe depth.

(Out of character, one would say—but they didn’t see Tyler run through a hospital with a hole in his stomach just to see his sister.)

The thing, about Tyler Hernandez, is that he doesn’t give up: no matter the obstacles, his one-track mind will get him at the end of the road, of the race, bleeding and breaking if that’s what it takes. And if he decided, on a random day, to make sure Aiden was alright after the death he went through, then he will make sure Aiden is alright. No matter the jokes, no matter the elusive smiles, no matter the digs he may receive, he will keep going.

He kept going. He kept moving.

And one day, when a particularly loud phantom screamed its guts out in the wild, Tyler does move.

The sound resonates between the trees, so wretched it would send birds flying if there were any; Aiden is right next to the gates, at that time, holding the cords Logan needs for whatever he is doing. He hears it, loud and clear, horrible sound that sends unusual signals into his brain, and he freezes. That’s weird, he knows it is: it’s not a phantom that killed him, but his own carelessness. And yet, at the sound of it, his skull hurts like it has been crushed to pieces.

Usually, when that happens, when he gets scared, Aiden looks away; he fakes the need to scratch his nose against his shoulder, or bends down to mess his hair back into place—anything that would hide his gaze, terrified perls that he doesn’t quite control yet.

Today, when he looks away, ready to hide whatever truth he feels, he meets Tyler’s gaze. The boy is there, at the other side of the graveyard; he’s standing right next to the bus, his bat in his hand as he . Well, no, not his bat—that one is still bare, empty of any nails. It’s one they found some days ago, as the girls went on a raid, And it’s only now that they’re turning it into a weapon.

Still, he is holding a bat like he so often does, and his eyes are on Aiden, something slowly getting more frequent and normal than before. No matter how unexpected, though, Tyler’s gaze never made Aiden uncomfortable, not in a bothering way, so Aiden holds it—he stares back, precised red eyes focusing on the other boy so easily.

It lasts for a second of ten, maybe even a minute. And then, Tyler swings.

Just like he does on the pitch, during a match, he swings.

The movement is well done, controlled, one he practiced many times; the bat doesn’t flatter in his hands but tilts down right at the end, just enough to reveal a relaxed grip. Then, Tyler straightens, bat almost forgotten as it is put down against the floor.

As if he just smashed into a real ball, the boy raises his head, his right hand going to cover his eyes as his stare goes into the distance. Even from afar, it’s clear he is following the path that invisible ball takes, crossing the graveyard before flying over the gate.

His head draws an arch, overly pretending, but it does the trick:

Aiden chuckles.

It’s a sound he has rarely heard, even if it comes from his own body—usually, he doesn’t chuckle: he snickers. That’s a slight difference that cost him many slaps as a child, arrogance and all that, but it never made him chuckle. The sound always felt too childish, even for him, and that’s only now, as it is happening, that he realises he is quite a child anymore. Not really, given his growing age, but he isn’t an adult yet: he doesn’t have to be serious and controlling, he doesn’t have to hide not to break—he just has to be.

The thought is refreshing. Weirdly, it’s all thanks to Tyler.

Before he can even think, Aiden raises a thumb up, straightening with a smile on his lips. At first, he means it as a congratulations, but as he does it, he realises it may appear more as a reassurance—it brings a slight blush on his cheeks, something vulnerable, and for a short second, he thinks about looking away again. He can’t really, though, not when Tyler raises a thumb back, placing his bat on his shoulder with too little pride for it to be just for fun.

After that first time, it becomes a habit—that swing, the look, then the smirk. It is done every time Aiden tries to look away from his fright, as if Tyler never looks away from Aiden; it works every time too, as if Aiden was just hanging, waiting for Tyler’s rare silliness to appear, so he could hold onto it.

And soon enough, as Tyler was bringing Aiden back to life, he also brought him back his heart.

[starry-bi-sky]

(Part of this post with older brother danyal al ghul)

...Okay, look. Sam knows she's staring. She knows very well that she is staring. And that if she doesn't stop staring it's gonna draw her unwanted attention, and that will only have to make her explain why she's staring. Which she doesn't want to do.

She's trying not to stare, which she thinks she should get brownie points for. She tries to look away, to find a spot on the wall to stare lifelessly at, maybe she can burn holes into some of these annoying socialites' heads. But eventually her eyes drift, and suddenly she's back to staring again.

Can you blame her though? Damian Wayne looks like a very close mini-me of her fucking best friend. Seriously, it's like looking into a mirror to the past. If that mirror to the past had green eyes rather than blue and a distinctive lack of a facial scar.

The first time she sees him when her parents drag her over to Bruce Wayne to butter up to him she has to do a doubletake. Then a triple take. Then a quadruple take, just for good measure that she was seeing what she was actually seeing. She was sure she looked like one of those stress toys that when squeezed had their eyes pop out comically like a Saturday morning cartoon, that's what she certainly felt like anyways.

Look, Danny's come a decent way from being that scowl-y, jerkish little ten year old she first met when he arrived like the wind to Amity Park five years ago (even if he was still occasionally scowl-y and jerkish), but one thing that's stayed the same is how reserved he is about his home life prior to being taken in by the Fentons.

He doesn't talk about it much, and Sam's come to know that he's very good at changing the subject when it gets brought up. Even after being friends for nearly four years, the only thing she and Tuck know for certain is that he has a little brother that he refers to as 'starlight', whom he cares a lot about but left on really bad terms with. And that he's never met his father, but wants to and knows who he is.

He's never told her or Tucker who he was though, and glancing at Bruce Wayne, Sam is realizing why. She can begrudgingly acknowledge all the good he's done for Gotham, but... well, if Danny told her that Bruce Wayne was his dad, she wouldn't have believed him at all.

But she's starting to see the resemblance, as subtle as it is.

And she sees the resemblance to Damian Wayne, her eyes dropping back down to him as he wears a very Danny-like scowl on his face, arms crossed behind his back as his eyes swept around the ballroom. He was five years younger than Danny, and god it was so, so weird.

His eyes turned on to her, and they locked gazes for a moment.

Involuntarily, Sam makes a startled noise and looks away. Fingers tap against her purse, black and purple and unfortunately a clutch that only held her phone and her wallet in it. She would have kept a knife on her, but her parents put their foot down and there was a security detail at the door. Only in Gotham.

Silently, she was hoping that the little Danny-me didn't say anything. Or at least, he hadn't noticed her staring. Which was a tall order if she ever heard one -- and unfortunately, her silent prayers went unanswered as her mother's eyes dropped down onto her.

"Did you say something, Samantha?" She asks in a sickeningly sweet voice, a sound that makes Sam's skin crawl. Her dad and Bruce Wayne's attention also turns onto her, and she glowers at her mom from the corner of her eye.

"I didn't say anything." Sam says, barely keeping her tone polite as she turned her head away. Her mother clucks her tongue, disapproving, but from her peripherals doesn't pester her more

Bruce Wayne, the bastard, takes that time to turn to Sam and grace her with his dime-a-dozen billboard smiles. "I've been talking with your parents this whole time, Miss Manson, you must be terribly bored. How is your schooling going?"

Sam eyes him up and down. On one hand, she immediately wants to be snarky. It's none of his business what her school life is like, she doesn't care for his fucking small talk.

On the other hand, this was Danny's whole father. Someone who she knows that Danny has wanted to meet for, what she's assuming, his whole life. He's never brought it up much, but she remembers that very quiet, solemn conversation she and Tucker had with him where he admits to having never met his dad. But god does he want to.

And... wait. Sam's eyes narrow, and she meets Bruce Wayne's eyes. Does this man even know Danny exists? She drops her gaze down to Damian, who was staring at her suspiciously, and then back up to Bruce, and she alternates between them.

Why was Damian living with Bruce, but not Danny? Why hasn't Bruce done anything to reach out to him - what was going on with Danny's biological family that Danny had to be separated from them, but not Damian? Danny's always been kinda mysterious, but now things weren't adding up.

Was Danny given up? Does Bruce just not want Danny, but wanted Damian? Why the fuck does Bruce Wayne know about Damian but not her best friend -- or does he know and just not care? He's fought for custody for his adoptive kids before, does he just not want to fight for his other biological son? Does he think Danny's not worth it?

She's never cared much about the Wayne family before, other than to hear about the advancements on WE's eco-friendly tech, but Sam thinks she's gonna have to look into why Damian Wayne was living with the Waynes.

Slowly, with a protective anger beginning to burn in her gut and crawl up her throat, a scowl slowly curls at the corner of her lip as she redirects her glare from her mother onto Bruce. "It's going fine," She says curtly, jutting her chin out defiantly. "Me and my friend Danny started a petition to fix the leaky faucets in the girls and boys' bathrooms in order to conserve more water for the rest of the city."

She eyes his face, waiting to see if anything like recognition flashes through it. And- and nothing. Sam breathes in slowly through her nose, trying to quell the red that's blurring the edge of her vision -- does he just, not know where Danny is?

Her parents however, make vaguely displeased expressions. "Our Samantha is... quite passionate about her pet projects." Her dad says, laughing low and nervously, "she's very vocal about silly things like that."

"Her friend Daniel is perhaps even worse than she is sometimes." Her mother adds on, fanning her face with her perfectly manicured hands with a sigh. "I swear, he's the one that keeps dragging her into these things."

Sam's anger turns on its head, and she whirls on her heel like a fire-breathing dragon. "It's Danyal." It rolls out like instinct. Danny's told them both that he hates the Americanized pronunciation of his name, but in a rare moment of restraint, puts up with it for reasons unknown to her. "And Danny doesn't make me do anything, it was my idea."

The name, Danyal, seems to ring some kind of bell in Brucie Wayne's head, because she sees him and Damian quietly perk up like two cats pricking up their ears. Her eyes flick onto him immediately, something dangerous rearing its head. So Bruce Wayne knows about Danny. And he's not reaching out to him. Is he? She's not sure.

She does know that she's gonna rip his throat out if she finds out that he's known about Danny this entire time and has been ignoring him while favoring his little brother. She'll hunt down Aragon herself and steal his dragon-shifting amulet and wreck house on Bruce Wayne if that's the case. Batman and his league of vigilantes be damned. Her parents don't notice her slowly turning head towards Bruce.

But Bruce does, and she makes direct eye contact with him. His smile doesn't falter, he just tilts his head like a curious puppy and looks at Sam's parents. She hopes Bruce can read minds, she hopes he can hear her threatening him.

"Danyal?" He asks, and Sam doesn't know if she hates the fact that he said it correctly or not. She just continues burning holes into him and hoping he might spontaneously combust.

Her mother waves her hand dismissively, tilting her nose up poshly into the air. "Our dear Samantha's little... foster friend from school," she says, not even bothering to hide her disdain, "a creepy little boy with the most garish scar on his face. He's a rude little thing, not good for polite company."

Scratch that, Sam mentally alternates between ripping into her parents and Bruce. She whirls on them. "Do not talk about Danny that way." She all but snarls, and they all but ignore her.

(She's tearing up the upholstery when she gets home. She's going to paint over the fine china. She's going to do something to make them pay for this.)

"Oh yes, he was taken in by that freaky Fenton family a few years ago." Her dad continues in lieu of her mom, and they both shake their heads disapprovingly. "It's just what our city needs, another menace."

"Danny is not a menace." Sam continues, raising her voice while her hands shake with rage. Her parents finally look at her, but she can already tell that they're going to scold her for raising her voice. She bulldozes over them and jabs her black-painted finger at them. "He's got a bigger heart than the both of you combined."

"Samantha, please." her mom says, exasperated. They both give her disapproving looks, Sam thinks about grabbing champagne off the tray of a nearby waiter and throwing it in their faces. "You defend that boy far too much. What do you actually know about him and his family?"

Sam sets her jaw, puffing herself up like a dragon protecting its hoard. She steps into her mom's space. "I know that he loves the stars; you can ask him anything about astronomy and he could give you an entire lecture on the formation, class types, and various gasses that stars are made up of. He can tell you how the Earth was formed, he can tell you about the visible light spectrum and about light curves, and a whole ton of other stuff that I don't really understand. But Danny loves talking about it."

Her face twists and scowls, "I know he cares a ton about the environment and about fixing light pollution, and preserving the forests and natural habitats of animals." She nearly jabs her finger into her mom's chest, "I know he loves dogs, and that there's one he feeds every day on the way to school that he calls Cujo, its a St. Bernard puppy and Danny carries him around whenever he sees him after school, and is in the middle of training him."

It's not a total lie, but it's not the whole truth either. Cujo doesn't need food, but Danny gives him it anyways. "I know he likes spicy food and loves movies but specifically only sci-fi and horror, and he hates most martial arts movies. His favorite superhero is the Martian Manhunter, but Batman comes in at a close second." For reasons to her that were pretty unknown, but it didn't matter.

"I know he loves wordplay and making puns, which I would have never expected from him when we first met, but it's so unbelievably Danny-like that I can't imagine him not making puns." And she smiles a little to herself, she remembers the first time Danny intentionally made a pun once and it got startled laughs out of both her and Tucker.

Her smile suddenly falters, and she swallows. Her lips purse up, wobbling, and she very quickly glances over to Damian Wayne, of whom is watching her with a vaguely bewildered expression alongside Bruce.

She turns her eyes back onto her parents. "And I know that he worries a lot, even if he has a shit way of showing it. I know he had a little brother that he hasn't seen since he was adopted by the Fentons, and he doesn't talk about him often but when he does he he calls him 'starlight'." From the corner of her eye, she sees Damian jerk.

"So- so, so what if he's not 'good for polite company'." Sam's voice, embarrassingly, cracks down the middle. But she's so angry over Danny's behalf that she doesn't really care. "Or that he can be mean, and critical, and stubborn. He's learning, and he's becoming kinder by the day. That's more than I can say about you."

(She remembers when Danny finally admitted to her and Tucker being his 'closest friends'. It was sometime before the portal incident, and it felt like a milestone because beforehand he only really referred to them as his companions or allies.)

(At the time, he'd looked unsure of himself. Skittish like a stray in the back of an alleyway, almost shy in his own way. It had come out stilted, slow, like an infant taking its first steps, and it would have been endearing if it hadn't been heartbreaking.)

Her parents rear back like she'd struck them, and her mother holds a hand against her chest in aghast. Sam doesn't care, she blinks the sting out of her eyes. "Samantha." Her mother starts.

Sam cuts her off, "I don't care what you have to say, you-- you pricks." she snaps, around her, there are gasps. Belatedly, she realizes she's grown an audience, but again she doesn't care. "Danny might be an asshole, but he cares. And I'd rather be around someone whose mean but cares, than someone whose nice but doesn't."

With that, she whirls on her foot and turns on Bruce Wayne, who has been silent the entire time with a surprised expression on his face. He starts to shake out of it when Sam turns to him, but she doesn't give him the chance to speak. "Enjoy your party." She snarls, and then stalks away.

[yardsards]

i needed to express a sentiment in the creative stylings of @dunmeshiminimumwage

[silverhalla]

Back at it again with another theory: What if Lucanis’ betrayal wasn’t a betrayal at all?

(obviously, spoilers below the cut)

During The Wigmaker Job, we have some dialogue between Illario and Lucanis about their position within both the Crows and the Dellamorte family. Illario wants Caterina to step down so he can take the coveted First Talon spot. Lucanis reassures him that his time is coming, to which Illario makes a snide comment about whether his cousin would ever go against their grandmother’s wishes. When they continue the conversation after the job, Illario states that Lucanis is the potential heir, that he’s her favorite, and that he’s unlikely to say no to her. Lucanis doesn’t argue, only insists that he doesn’t want to be First Talon, and that he hopes she’ll see reason before that. It’s mentioned again in Eight Little Talons - Caterina favors Lucanis. It’s well-known enough among the Crows that Viago and Teia discuss it in front of her (not on purpose, but she doesn’t deny it). He’s her prodigy through and through.

In the opening scene for the Lucanis quest in Veilguard, Caterina is poised, as you’d expect of the First Talon. She’s certain that the body they buried wasn’t her grandson, that it had been altered with blood magic. She doesn’t pose it as a theory, though: she poses it as a fact. It could, of course, merely be her confidence, but there’s another very unusual aspect to the scene – everyone else discusses how Lucanis was clearly betrayed, that someone must have sold him out in order for the Venatori to capture him. Caterina is the only one in that room who never speaks on it. She doesn’t ask for justice, doesn’t mention vengeance, never acknowledges that her grandson was sold out by someone he trusted – perhaps because he wasn’t. 

What if, when Caterina comes to him with a plan, with an impossible request, he’s still her favorite prodigal grandchild, and he still does whatever she asks? She’s had him tortured before as a child, has tortured and starved and beaten him herself before, because it makes him stronger and more resistant to it in the future. He says in The Wigmaker Job that he used to hate her for it, but now he understands. He justifies it. All Crows justify it, because they have to - if they don’t, then the cruelty wasn’t for survival’s sake, and their suffering meant nothing. Perhaps he doesn’t even question it. When Caterina tells him that she has a job for him, he takes it. 

What if the contract has a caveat? Sure, Calivan must die by his hand by the end of it, a little treat for a job well done, but what if his primary mission is reconnaissance, is discovery? The Venatori are using blood magic to torture and corrupt prisoners. It would behoove the Crows to find out what it entails and how to resist it, before it’s turned back on them. It would have to be someone so deeply, unabashedly loyal to her that when she asked them to infiltrate a Venatori prison, expecting torture at best, their own death at worst, they’d take the job anyway, no questions asked - someone Caterina can trust, certainly, but also someone who has never once said no to her.

And Lucanis has always been a loyal grandson. 

[yuwuta]

twin aus are fun bc sukuna is sooooo ugly and yuuji is soooooooo pretty and beautiful and lovely <3 completely understand why sukuna ends up the deliquent loser twin bc why would anybody choose him when <3yuuji<3 is right there

[citrusai]

weekes saying all that mythal shit is up to interpretation is so weird to me because instead of worrying about leaving all of solas' past up to vague interpretation to (new) players because you're too chickenshit to stand by your established lore you could've focused on ghilan'nain and elgar'nan and who they were and what they became. elgar'nan literally let the other evanuris slay his wife and he watched on, and then he rotted in a prison made by what he referred to as his wife's "lapdog" and second in command general. and what of ghilan'nain? what is their relationship? why is it just the two of them in that prison when there were more evanuris trapped in there? why are they simultaneously this omnipotent threat capable of spawning blight at will but also two dimensional villains chasing their own tails half the game while solas just poses and speaks in his riddles in the fade. also a fragment of mythal is inside of morrigan, does no part of her gaf that her husband is literally terrorizing the world she loves? hello??

[kira-light0-but-i-reblog-stuff]

Due to my current obsession with Martin & Lewis, my mother has also decided to watch some of their movies and has become almost equally obsessed.

So, today at work, she brought up Martin & Lewis to a 90-something year old woman who, my mother knew, from experience, would talk about politics non-stop if she didn't change the subject, and lucky for her, by bringing up the fact that she's been watching M&L movies, my mother got an hour long story from someone who once sat front row at one of their shows. I've never been so jealous of a 90-something year old. I've never been so jealous of my mother either, like, I want to hear the story!! My mother couldn't even remember all of the details the woman told her because of a language barrier :(

It should have been ME!!

[alumirp]

The jester, the clown and the five reasons why luffy should NOT rule a kingdom

Trafalgar Law is a jester.

Not really, of course. He's a doctor, a prince, and most recently, a spy. It's not like Dressrosa is short-staffed or anything, he's just bored and the mission should be easy; enter the royal palace of Goa, gather intelligence on the court, leave, and then use that intel to find out if they're a kingdom worth allying with.

Of course, Cora-san would be reluctant to send him on such a mission, but with Doffy's permission and encouragement, there was little that Law's adoptive father, and Dressrosa's spymaster, could do about the matter, other than choosing Law's companion for the mission.

The plan was easy enough to follow; with the recent coronation of the new king, the Choosing Day would soon take place, where the new king would choose the new members of his royal court based on extensive trials and competitions. All Law had to do was apply for the position of royal advisor, approach the king and members of the court, find out how Goa worked and get to know the people of the kingdom. Meanwhile, his companion would apply for the position of court jester and use the seemingly silly position to gain intel in places Law could not go so easily, such as among the servants and attendants. Or that's how it would happen, if hes fucking chaperone wasn't an actual jester Buggy, the Star Clown, who was somehow a jester and a spy at the same time, screws up the entire mission by accidentally switching their tests, and so Law finds himself having to somehow become Goa's court jester in the name of the mission. All this while the actual jester now has to somehow get close to the king and gain his trust enough to become the royal advisor. It is much to Law's surprise that not only does the foolish king find him funny enough to have him as a jester, but that Buggy somehow earns the king's trust. And for some reason unknown to the gods, said foolish king, Luffy, seems to like Law for more than just morbid jokes.

They were, to say the least, fucked.

[yunmeng-jiang]

that man does NOT think of wei wuxian as his gege

[backpackingspace]

Guys listen I'm once again having ideas that I cannot draw. Consider:

A brief look of rage on Calypso as odysseus calls out for /a different goddess/

[peacockrulz]

Funny stuff happens on twitter sometimes dkslfjsdlkf

[pardonmydelays]

i think my biggest problem is that i've always been this kind of friend who's like "i may not understand your favourite thing in the world but i'm here to listen, support it with all my heart and be excited about it with you", so i kinda expect my friends to do the same thing for me. if it matters to you, it's important.

[starry-bi-sky]

i have... ✨Danyal Al Ghul Headcanons✨ but specifically for my yaelokre danyal oneshot

There's also the tumblr post here but I recommend the link in the title because its the ao3 version, and that one is edited and has some stuff in it that's not in the tumblr post, and will be the version I'm using.

So for summary: this Danyal is also from a Demon Siblings Au where Danny is five years older than Damian. However, things turned out a bit differently, and Danny and Damian had a fantastic relationship with one another. Danny loved music and regularly came up with songs to sing to Damian with. Specifically the folk band Yaelokre's EP "Hayfields" (seriously go fucking listen to it its sooo good. Harpy Hare is the second song but its my favorite. Special shoutout to @gascansposts for introducing the band to me)

He falls off a train when he's twelve and Damian is seven while the two of them and Talia are on mission. He ends up with magically induced amnesia and wakes up in Arkansas while the Fentons are on their yearly Divorce-iversary visit to Aunt Alica, and since he can only remember his name, he ends up being taken into their care.

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Yaelokre Danny has the same facial scar as Things in Threes Danyal, since he was initially another version of him where things turned out better. I'm debating on whether or not I should take it away however, and give him a different scar (maybe from when he fell off the train?), just because the scar is a pretty key identifier for Ti3 Danyal.

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Danny frequently visits Aunt Alicia in Arkansas! Well, only after he gets settled in and stuff. He doesn't really like the city that much and prefers the countryside where Alicia lives. I know she lives in a cabin but I'm changing it to a farm, so she puts Danny to work and gets him to help her.

I don't want to confine his hobbies to only being star stuff, because people tend to have more than one hobby and I feel like it reduces him to one-dimensionality, so he likes to garden, and learns guitar. His room becomes filled with plants, and he turns their roof into a rooftop greenhouse right below to OPS Center.

He has a complex relationship with the weapons from his past, but he's not... like... appalled by it? When he finds his weapons in the Fenton attic all he thinks is that they're his weapons, and he starts carrying a knife on him afterwards. Essentially he becomes fascinated with weaponry because its one of the few physical ties he has to his past, and while he's not training like he is in the League, he allows his strong muscle memory to guide him through his katas.

Danny likes climbing things. This causes Problems For Everyone Else.

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Danny was not the "kinder Al Ghul" in the League. His kindness extended to his brother and family, and that's it. To everyone else he had high expectations out of them, and the pride you'd expect from the grandson of Ra's Al Ghul and trained by its top members. While he wasn't like, unnecessarily cruel or anything, he wasn't merciful either.

This transfers post-train fall as him coming off as no-nonsense and unforgiving. He's not fond of the idea of giving people second chances, and is skeptical of the idea. He's disgusted by incompetency and views it as an unforgivable offense, especially if he thinks that the person should know better, although he's not sure why. Some egocentrism for the soul.

He doesn't like being touched by anyone who isn't family, and gets irritated when anyone grabs him or holds onto him for extended amounts of time. Dash has gotten hit so many times. With Jack Fenton's tendency for abrupt physical affection, it doesn't make it any better. I'd argue it'd make it worse because Danny doesn't want to be touched more often than not.

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Danyal had a red scarf in the League that he wore on his last mission, it came off before he fell off and caught itself on the roof. Damian still has it and took it with him to Wayne Manor. He's got it locked in his room and takes it out when he's alone and missing Danny the most. One time he forgot to put it away before leaving his room, and Dick was visiting the manor for something and found it. Damian found him holding it and freaked out.

Dick could only say "I've never seen you wear this, Damian, this is really pretty--" before Damian shoved him to the floor and stole it out of his hands, before screaming at him; "Don't touch this! You don't ever touch this! This is mine! You hear me!?"

It caused such a commotion that the rest of the family present came to see what the fuss was about, and Damian kicked them all out of his room. Dick is the one brother Damian's the closest with, so the fact he reacted so strongly shocked them all.

This is likely what leads to the "Danyal" conversation.

[transgirltrish]

there's so much cool shit happening in my life these days, this Saturday after going to the local farmers market, I randomly ran into 4 really cool and pretty trans women and got to add them on discord (and I think I'm mutuals on here with a portion of them now :3) and then today, a cool person who sometimes comes by the deli i work at told me about a burlesque show they'll be a part of (and possibly invited me to come?). and also that they wrote an outlaw ballad related to an emu that escaped from a local emu farm (I didn't know farms for those even existed?) and that they'd send me a link to the song at some point? also, I've got plans to go to a kink convention in January, maybe? life is cool :3

[joculatrixster]

curious that at the first offical faory fort meeting when lizzie says they shouldnt kill eachother of any of them r the boogeyman, both ren and bigb both instantly agree but cleo questions it and is like "it would be NICE if we didnt target eachother first but..." meaning that of the 4 she waffled on if loyalty in a boogeyman situation is vital? and yet bigb is treated like he should have known better and that she- who implied she would get it- would never forgive him even after he apologized..? could it possibly even be he remembered her opinion on the matter when it was first brought up..? and didnt factor in how after bonding more her opinion changed..???

[yardsards]

"they never dated but they ARE exes" is such a funny relationship for two characters to have. very awkward relationship to have irl tho