#what a family reunion

[cateyam]

Imagine this:

Dick is called in by Bruce to go undercover at Penguin's infamous Ice Berg Lounge. His mission was to go in, get information and then get the fuck out of there.

Simple enough.

He's done a lot of undercover OP since he was young. This mission no doubt would be a piece of cake to him.

So, he puts on makeup, some prosthetic nose, put on some glasses and did his hair, making himself look more like Don Evans than Dick Grayson.

With the help of Tim and Barbara, they had forged a new fake identity for him.

He puts on his leather jacket and heads out to the club.

Bouncers asked for his identity— which he took out his fake ID card and it worked, giving him the green light to enter.

But nothing would prepare him for what he saw when he entered the club.

There, on one of the tables was a man dancing, who looked about 6"2, packed with pure muscles, strands of hair in the front bleached white and dressed the same way Dick is dressed, wearing the face of his dead brother.

Except this man looked like he was in his twenties.

Dick paused in his steps, with his eyes wide in surprised, saying: "Jason?"

To his joy or horror, the man turned to him. His eyes widened when they fall upon Dick and froze.

The two of them stared at each other for what seemed like eternity before the man broke their staring competition and ran.

Dick of course, ran after him. Wanting to know— no, needing to know if that was truly his Little Wing that had died 2 years ago.

Safe to say, Dick failed the mission. But hey, at least he got his brother back.

[multifandomsoup]

Not my grandma being racist

[spineless-lobster]

Hey so if you guys here any pained animalistic sobs and/or wails don’t mind that it’s only me thinking about the house of hades family portraits

[x-hollywoodghoul-x]

"I'm thirty-four now. I've been out here for almost twenty years, I could've... could've found you. I could have..."

His knee still tingled with residual warmth from.the point of contact. A reminder that she was real, what was happening right now was real, and she was alive.

The bodies scattered around them and the dull ache of the stump where his trigger finger had been were a reminder of how easily this complete chance discovery could have never happened.

"I didn't even entertain the idea that you could be alive. Which is fucki-stupid, because I literally had a woman from our time take care of me."

It was surreal, hearing his long lost daughter almost swear in front of him and curb herself. As if he was in any position to rebuke her over something as trivial as polite language now, after the world had fucking ended, he'd turned into a monster, and she'd grown up without him. He'd been out of her life a hell of a lot longer than he'd ever been in it. She had no reason to still see him as any kind of parental authority or modify her behaviour out of respect for long-desd principles he'd instilled in another, more civilized life.

It still weirdly warmed his heart.

Or maybe that was just the truly obscene amount of chems and booze still blazing through his system.

"If she made it, and she wasn't in a Vault Tec facility, I could have at least thought you'd have found some other way too."

"Two hundred years 's a long time," he muttered simply, gaze drifting over towards one of the nearby dead ferals. How many years had she lasted, before she'd turned?

"Most folks don't make it to even twenty out here."

Ghouls had an edge because they aged slow, sure - and there were other pre-war ones out there. But he hadn't met any that could still make conversation this far down the line.

He was still quietly reeling over the concept. Twenty years. Twenty years, fuck, she'd have still been a child -

Keep it together.

"And yet we did. I did twice. Saw another nuke not long after,"

...What?!

A flicker of something dangerously close to horrified alarm crossed his features; The Ghoul hastily tried to shove the surge of emotion down. He felt like he was starting to fray apart, like this stranger with his daughter's memories had reached inside and pulled something important loose to unravel.

His gloved hands clenched and unclenched at his sides, fidgeting restlessly while she sawed away at the rope; the only indicator of the storm raging behind his pensive thousand yard stare as he grappled to keep his damn shit together.

"I grabbed a kid-the less dumb one of those two, and made a run for it again. Not looking forward to the third."

A half-stifled snort left him, in spite of himself, the sound falling somewhere between semi-hysterical disbelief and morbid amusement at the blasé way she spoke about it - at the way the apple clearly hadn't fallen that far from the tree, despite all this time and how unrecognisable they both now were to what they'd once been.

He felt vaguely nausous and light-headed. Whether that was from the concussion or the drugs or the absolutely batshit insane bombshells being dropped on him was anyone's guess. Maybe it was a combination of all three.

The Ghoul twitched as the final bindings came free and some of his circulation returned, but otherwise remained where he was, half-slumped back against the trolley. He stiffened reflexively when Janey leaned in, eyeing her hands as she reached up to place his hat back on his head with a smile - a move that was so heartbreakingly familiar and yet so alien that he momentarily forgot how to breathe.

"There you are."

The broad brim of his hat was a welcome refuge, helping to conceal his raw expression by the simple displacement act of looking downwards and readjusting his gloves.

He had no fucking clue how to handle this situation, or all the feelings and memories it was dredging up - things that had been buried long ago, along with his name and identity and all the foolish fucking moral principles that had been used against him over and over again. The bleed-through was disorienting and unsettling. He didn't know how to be Cooper Howard any more. He couldn't stay fully in character as The Ghoul in the face of his daughter either.

This was really not helping his headache.

At his question, Janey's smile vanished, an abrupt stormy scowl replacing it. It was an uncannily familiar expression.

"If there was any justice in this world she'd be long dead, but given that she's the fucking devil, I'm assuming she's ruling hell and the Vaults as we speak."

The Ghoul arched his bare brows at her, visibly disarmed by the depth of acrimonious anger in Janey's voice. Sure, Cooper's own relationship with Barb had gone down in some pretty bitter flames, especially with the divorce proceedings - but the one thing they'd seemed to agree on was keeping Janey happy (although their methods on that had definitely differed.)

For all the bad things he could have called his ex-wife, a bad mother had never been one of them. Even when the love between them had soured with the lies and the secrets and the eroded trust, the relationship between her and their daughter had still seemed solid enough, and he'd never had reason to doubt her love for Janey.

What the hell had Barb done to alienate her so badly?

"So you didn't stay in touch after you flew the nest, then," he inferred dryly, mulling over the possible causes for this shift in attitude.

With Barb, there had always been secrets. Things going on under the table. Subtle manipulative ploys that you didn’t even realise until after you'd already fallen for them. Everything was perfect until you looked too closely and started asking questions, until you stopped doing as you were supposed to and challenged her control.

By the sounds of it, that probably hadn't changed much.

"...What'd you find out?"

This time, it was Janey who looked away. From her expression, it must have been pretty bad.

...Did it have anything to do with that second nuke she'd mentioned having to run from?

The Ghoul felt an awful chill settle in his veins as he listened to Janey's explanation.

Cryo. Experiment. Fleeing. Nuke.

...Oh, fuck.

"...Shady Sands." He'd heard about the city getting turned into a crater. Had been quite literally in a box underground when it happened, of course, so he hadn't yet seen the extent of the damage for himself.

"That was meant to kill you?"

Had Vault Tec really nuked a city just to deal with some runaway loose ends? Given that they'd most likely dropped the bombs that ended the world themselves just to try and secure their monopoly on the future of humanity, one surface city outside of Vault Tec'a control was hardly going to be too much collateral.

But the concept that Barb could have really greenlit - or at least not contested - the decision to kill her own daughter was a a different and much more personal atrocity.

The shock of it felt muted, somehow. Probably because it was like the fifth shocking thing he'd learned today, and his head was a buzzing static cloud of cottonballs mixed in with lots of tiny angry hammers.

The nausea swelled. He turned to the side abruptly and retched, spilling the contents of his stomach onto the floor. On the up side, he felt marginally more sober afterwards. On the down side, he was really making a fucking awful impression on his long-lost daughter here, and part of him was dying inside about it.

"...You were s'posed to be safe," he rasped out, unsteadily wiping off his mouth with the back of a gloved hand. There was an awful tightness in his chest, and he was vaguely aware that he was shaking.

"S'posed to be in one of the good vaults."

Fuck, he'd basically handed her over to Barb on the assumption that his ex wife had secured that much for them, with all her ruthless networking and sales pitching.

"I.. I didn’t know. I'm sorry."

@savingthrcw

"I was searchin' for you"

That won him a smile - it was weird, to actually smile, not just a little tug at the corner of her lips signaling she found something incredibly funny or endearing, like with her dogs. Weird also to think that she could still feel like a kid, when she hadn't been one ever since she had realized her mother had killed her father-almost, almost killed him.

"You were a kid. Nothin' you could've done, darlin'."

"I'm thirty-four now. I've been out here for almost twenty years, I could've... could've found you. I could have... I didn't even entertain the idea that you could be alive. Which is fucki-stupid, because I literally had a woman from our time take care of me. If she made it, and she wasn't in a Vault Tec facility, I could have at least thought you'd have found some other way too." And then things could have been so different. She wouldn't have been the leader of one of the biggest settlements of raiders, for one. But then, she was also in a place where she could keep those little yellow vials coming for him, something no honest person could offer. But God, had she known, even at fifteen, she would have gone to war for him.

She didn't fully needed the confirm, but when her father remembered the little rule the marines had taught him, she felt she could breathe more easily. Had he not, she would have been forced to keep her guard up, keep suspecting foul play from her mother again. "If it's bigger… don't bother runnin'." "And yet we did. I did twice. Saw another nuke not long after," she was far too happy for that topic to come up, in a way she wasn't familiar with; so much relief and joy filling her chest, that even remembering another 'worse day of her life' couldn't put a damper on that. "I grabbed a kid-the less dumb one of those two," she stopped cutting through the rope for a moment to point at her back, where Roy and Pat had been standing earlier, "And made a run for it again. Not looking forward to the third." That would just be her life, wouldn't it? Hank was in Lee's hands now, but she wouldn't put it past him.

His rope had been cut, and to stop herself from hugging him, if only because she wasn't ready yet, she reached for his hat, which had been abandoned on the floor - same hat, or at least same type - and put it back on his head, flashing him a bright smile, "There you are." She remembered having one just like that, a precious memory, but had never found another one like it. Not that it would go well with the raider wardrobe, but back in the day, before life had kicked her down one last time, she had thought about pulling the whole 'sheriff' thing and openly and shamelessly fight for the good side. Rose would have loved it. She had thought her father would too, considering that was his 'role'. But life had gone another way.

And she was reminded of it when he asked the question.

"...How'd the vaults keep you alive this long? Where's your mom?"

Her - far more familiar - scowl was back, with the added bonus of the spark of nearly constant anger in her eyes whenever her mother was a topic of discussion. "If there was any justice in this world she'd be long dead, but given that she's the fucking devil, I'm assuming she's ruling hell and the Vaults as we speak. We were in cryo, that's how we are still alive." She looked away, there was too much hatred in her to allow her to look at her father directly when speaking of that monster. "I don't know if you learned about this before the end of the world, but every Vault was supposed to run a different experiment. Ours was 31, management, pre-war people getting unfrozen and pretending to be just your regular vault dweller, controlling the lives of 32 and 33. Making them 'just right'. I bolted at fifteen with a woman from 33 and her kids, she had figured it out too... Hence the nuke." Blinking, she thought about it for a second, then tlted her head and looked at him again, "Been a while since I spoke to someone I could tell 'hence' to."

[afterthelambs]

This is how Shido's bossfight went down, trust me

[b4kuch1n]

polymer broadcast signal hijack

[zharaely]

Cale when it comes to stabbing his heart:

Cale when he seals a god:

Cale when it comes to the Hunters:

Cale, when he found out he was looted by his uncle: “MOTHERFUCKER MY RETIREMENT FUNDS!!!”

[atoriv-art]

older designs for my specialest guy

[larrylimericks]

20Nov24

The thing that could always bring gladness Will now surely always bring sadness. Four men in black dress Laid their brother to rest. Liam’s gone? What the fuck is this madness?

[v-albion]

your Leo design reminds me of Furina from genshin for some reason-?

I mean… I can see it

Also this probably also could count for @tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

Masterpost || Commission

[hitwiththetmnt]

With camp over, I think that uranium’s getting picked up @kaiga555

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

Cabin #7 (7Wonders of the Turtleverse)

[homoqueerjewhobbit]

I'm allowed to make this joke, but I love that Jewish death rituals are like:

"Pfeh, for what should I spend $12,000 on a big fekakte box they see only for five minutes before they cover it with dirt?"

"Don't waste my good suit what might fit my nephew Lev if the bum should ever even try to get a real job!"

"Embalming? Don't mind me, I'll rot in the dark."

[druidonity2]

'whatcha got there?''a smoothie' meme but its Sylvanas and Alleria sneaking Anduin into the Windrunner family reunion in Midnight.

[htchnr]

in light of act 2 of s2 of Arcane, i'm here to remind people that i do in fact still take Vander requests!

happy, angst, smut or whatever — they're open!

(i need to heal from act 2 and the F E E L S so PLSS send some happy/smutty requests 🥲💔)

[nomsfaultau]

With enough determination, Techno can probably ignore that too!

From chapter 6 of Mandatory Family Reunion

[shoe-mustard]

Lord save me from the simpsons hyperfixation this is not what people came for 😭🙏

Also y'all remember how EVIL this bitch was in the arcade game? I miss that 😭