what if Damian wasn’t sent to Bruce by Talia and instead decided to do a bit of early child-rebellion by running away to him himself. Talia, pissed off but too busy dealing with uprisings in the league to go track him down herself, calls up the person Damian is most likely to listen to other than her; his brother, who she trusts to keep him safe.
the thing is, Jason is 1: busy with his own missions atm 2: was also once a rebellious little asshole who liked to run away from home. he was Damian’s tutor once, he knows the kid can handle himself and he also knows if he CAN’T handle something he’ll contact Jason for help. he knows this because about a week before Talia called him, Damian called him.
Jason, phone balanced between his ear and shoulder: what do you want, i’m undercover
Damian: i require money for a fake passport.
Jason:
Jason, letting go of the guy he was beating up: alright you have my attention.
Damian: i am running away from home. i wish to do something ‘for the lore’ like the stories you used to tell me as a child.
Jason:
Jason ‘i’m going to ethiopia’ Todd: there’s some stuff in the fake panel under my bed. don’t tell me where you’re going, i don’t want to be complicit when Talia calls. also don’t die, because if you do i’m gonna make you eat dirt once you get out of the pit.
Damian: understood. if i am about to die, i shall call again.
Jason: have fun kiddo.
so Jason tells Talia he’ll ‘keep an eye out for any leads’ and then goes back to his normal business. league missions, his own missions, some outlaw shit, and eventually he ends up crime lording it up in Gotham. he’s a little confused when Tim Drake is seen swinging around as Red Robin rather than just Robin, but he got over his obsession with the Robin shit a while ago, so he ignores it.
until he runs into Batman and Robin. and there isn’t a mask in the fucking world that could hide his kid brother’s face from him.
Red Hood:
Robin:
Red Hood:
Robin:
Batman: why are you two staring at each other like that. what’s happening.
Robin:
Red Hood: *deep sigh*
Robin: are you going to tell mother-
Red Hood: -when you said ‘like the stories i used to tell you’.
Robin: *looks at the floor*
Red Hood: i did NOT think you meant running to a different country to find your birth parent. you fucking COPIER.
Robin:
Robin: …but you made being Robin sound so cool…
Batman: what the fuck are you two talking about?
Red Hood, pointing: you stay out of this, this is family business.
Batman: ????
Was listening to ‘Brave Enough’ by Lindsey Stirling while planning the second chapter for my fic Children of War and thinking of Cody and Obi-Wan, post Order 66, with flashbacks to the Clone Wars. I’m sad now.
Reblog to hug prev poster (they need a hug)
I think people misunderstand "x fell first, y fell harder " trope because it's not about like the one who fell harder loves the other person harder. It's just that the one who fell first falls in a graceful way, one step at the time, maybe gradually over a span of time. The one who fell harder smashes trough the air, there's blood everywhere, everything is fine-
i kid you not, these are my notes from yesterday's bio class
I love me a pseudo-historical arranged marriage au but it always nudges my suspension of disbelief when the author has to dance around the implicit expectation that an arranged marriage should lead to children, which a cis gay couple can't provide.
I know for a lot of people that's irrelevant to what they want from an Arranged Marriage plot, but personally I like playing in the weird and uncomfortable implications.
So, I've been thinking about how you would justify an obviously barren marriage in That Kind of fantasy world, and I thought it'd be interesting if gay marriage in Ye Old Fantasy Land was a form of soft disinheritance/abdication.
Like, "Oh, God, I don't want to be in this position of power please just find me a boy to marry", or, "I know you should inherit after you father passes but as your stepmother/legal guardian I think it'd make more sense if my kids got everything, so maybe consider lesbianism?", or "Look, we both know neither of our families has enough money to support that many grandkids, so let's just pair some spares and save both our treasuries the trouble".
Obviously this brings in some very different dynamics that I know not everyone would be pinged by, but I just think it'd be neat.
That one mutual you had like three convos with forever ago, whom you consider a dear friend and whom you would willingly die for without hesitation
@periwinkle-the-11th
dreamin' of all these monsters that I'll never get to fight
It's just me, myself and I....
plot twist, your title was incorrectly translated from the latin by an unpaid intern too busy stressing over whether they made a mistake with that classics degree to read the admittedly small print on the picture of your unearthed monument closely.
this led to them mistakenly reading your epithet as the nominative lepor (a leper, one who is leprous) instead of lepore, an ablative adjective equivalent, (lexical form lepos, leporis)
your true title may be translated 'One of Great Charm',
(note: lepos may be used interchangeably to imply charm in the sense of either grace or quick wit)
:)
Out of the 130 options in the picker wheel here (all are gender neutral),
And yes: there is a 'no epithet' option in there.
I got The Oathtaker.
happy valentine's day!
Something very dear to my heart is the 501st thinking they're the badass rebel loose canons who do all the reckless crazy shit compared to the straight-laced, spick and span 212th who are extremely formal and put-together by comparison...
...until they start running joint campaigns and the 501st realize that the 212th are a disciplined, orderly, well-mannered battalion of ABSOLUTE FUCKING LUNATICS