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sorry guys, the sheet ghost has been dying
I am gonna finally feed u guys tho lol
Waisan Robert my beloved, I have no idea where the hc began but I do know that it would be hilarious on a drunk karaoke night with the z-team.
I think itâs funny before or after the reveal, like, the team has been trying to get him drunk enough to do it, and finally he does because heâs drunk and lost a bet. he got onstage, and proceeded to sing the accidentally selected song word for word. He then immediately passes out once off-stage. They know next to nothing about Robert (even after the reveal) and this doesnât tell them shit. Ofc Prism was filming though, so everyone demanded that it be sent to the gc. fast forward to the next morning which consists of Robert remembering nothing after his fifth shot that night and a âwtf is this??â Text from Chase with a video attached.
absolute best trope:
small-time villain: *beats, abuses, hurts, and or tricks/betrays hero* big time villain, with no small amount of disgust: *stands between them* this is what you were dealing with before me? how embarrassing for you. get up, this guy's not worth the death of your dignity. only i'm allowed to make you look this pathetic
I just think it wouldâve been funny if
Shisui, fully aware heâs spilling Clan secrets but too tired to care: yeah thereâs this thing called the Mangekyo. Itâs the final form of the Sharingan, awoken only by extreme trauma. Itâs very, very rare, and more powerful than you can imagine. If my clan were even to find out I told you, I donât know how severe the repercussions would be
Kakashi, his ANBU captain: you . . . both have this?
Itachi: only Shisui.
Kakashi: can I see it?
Shisui: *lets his Mangekyo show for a moment*
Kakashi:
Kakashi: so that isnât just like. A thing the sharingan does. Natural step on the life cycle
Shisui: *eyes narrowing* . . . no. Captain, have you seen a Mangekyo before?
Kakashi: *under his breath* in the mirror once. I thought it was a hallucination
Shisui:
Itachi:
Shisui: i wish i could tell the clan that the guy they shunned and refused to teach their ways accidentally outperformed all of them and then saw the result and thought it was a fucking hallucination
Itachi, mildly worried: the Mangekyo causes blindness. Have you been experiencing any of that?
Kakashi: *shrugs* Iâve been eating more carrots in case that was the issue
Itachi:
Shisui:
scenarios Alfred Pennyworth has to be a witness to as a resident of Wayne Manor that the batkids have absolutely no shame in front of whatsoever part 16 (masterpost here)
*Alfred bringing tea and a plate of biscuits down to the cave during a monthly mandatory strategy meeting, with Bruce stood at the head of a table all the kids are seated around*
Duke: i shouldn't even have to be here, i'm the only one on dayshift.
Jason: uh- i reject that; i'm doin' shit during the day too, y'know.
Duke, without missing a beat: that's because you're unemployed and have no civilian friends, there's a fucking difference Jason.
Dick: *covers his mouth, snickering*
Bruce: now, boys-
Jason: i will jump over this table, brightshit. try me.
Duke: *flips Jason off*
Jason, starting to get up: oh you want it-?
Alfred, pointedly putting the tray of snacks down in between them, giving them both warning glares: i trust that the meeting is going well?
*a beat*
Jason, sitting back down: dammit,
Bruce: *sigh* thank you, Alfred. now if we could just get back to-
Duke: i still don't want to be here.
Bruce: oh for- we've been over this, Duke. everybody has to attend these meetings.
Damian: just because you say something is mandatory doesn't mean it's actually necessary. it's subjective.
Bruce: it's not subjective, it's fact. if we don't take time to co-ordinate ourselves then we're more liable to miscommunicate and get ourselves, or others, hurt. it's important that we take this time to go over protocols and codes, as well as alert everybody of upcoming missions. it's not like you have anything better to do tonight, Damian.
Damian: what the hell,
Dick: oooh~
Damian: how dare you; i have plenty of ways to spend my evening, thank you very much-
Bruce, pinching the bridge of his nose: i didn't mean it that way, chum, can we just-
Damian: for starters, Drake and I have a new Lego set to construct, which you are selfishly taking time away from!
Steph, squinting across at Tim: sorry, you two build Lego sets together?
Tim: *defensive* what, mad that he doesn't play with you?
Steph, turning to Damian incredulously: well fucking yes?? dude- i ask you to hang out all the time. how come you'll play with Tim but not me!?
Damian, easily: because your version of hanging out is just dragging me all over Gotham while we stalk your English professor. i don't give a fuck which of the PA's he's hooking up with, Brown. i just want to build Lego.
Alfred: *watches with narrowed eyes as Cass slowly leans forward and drags the entire plate of biscuits towards herself*
Bruce: Damian, language.
Damian: me?!
Dick: fuck yeah, bring down the hammer, B.
Bruce, exhausted: can we all just-
Damian, planting his hands on the table: NO, WHY AREN'T YOU GETTING MAD WHEN THEY SWEAR?
Bruce: Damian- sit back down,
Jason, casually putting his feet on the table: it's 'cause you do it wrong, Dames. the curse word has to fall off the tongue comfortably, so that nobody even realises it shouldn't be in the sentence. *tipping his head up to show his mouth* you gotta- like this, roll your tongue slightly, just let it fall off, see: cunt.
Damian, copying: cunt.
Jason: cunt,
Damian: cunt.
Bruce, staring between the two in defeat: *makes eye contact with Alfred pleadingly*
Alfred: *shrugs*
Jason: cunt,
Damian: cunt, like that?
Jason: yeah, but in a sentence.
Damian: Dick Grayson is a cunt. like that?
Jason: yeah you got it.
Dick: WOAH WOAH- why am i catching strays? the fuck did i do?
Tim, flatly: if you hadn't fucked up the protocol code names three months ago, we wouldn't have to do these meetings.
Duke, pointing at Tim in agreement: that's true.
Dick: I WASN'T THE ONLY ONE, JACKASSES, STEPH DID IT TOO!
Steph: at least i was concussed. you're just an idiot.
Dick: *visibly offended* i'll have you know-
Bruce, snapping: ok that is IT. all of you sit back down, we are going over the current standing protocols and that is FINAL. none of you are leaving until i dismiss you, and if you don't comply then you will be benched for the foreseeable future, understood?
*silence*
*the kids awkwardly exchanging glances as they settle back down into their chairs*
Bruce, sighing in relief: finally. now, can we all-
Jason: *sticks his hand up in the air*
Bruce:
Bruce: *wary* what is it about, Jason?
Jason, innocently: i have a question about the protocols.
Bruce: ...go on then.
Jason: what's the protocol for when you let a call from your overbearing father go to voicemail because you're busy getting it on with Roy Harper mid-patrol, and then said overbearing father just hacks into your private com line mid-fuck anyway, completely ignoring your boundaries and throwing off the mood, all because he wanted to ask whether or not you'd prefer fish or chicken for the family barbeque that weekend?
*complete and utter silence*
Alfred: *stares in disappointment at a rapidly reddening Bruce*
Duke, grinning wildly as he looks between Bruce and Jason: has that ever happened?
Jason, flatly: three times.
Bruce:
Bruce:
Cass: *loudly crunches on biscuits*
Bruce: ok Jason you can go,
Jason, already leaping out his chair: SEE YOU SUCKERS-
Steph: WOAH- HOLD ON, HOLD ON-
Dick: THAT'S SO UNFAIR,
Duke: JUST BECAUSE HE'S A SLUT HE GETS TO AVOID THE MEETINGS?!
Bruce: -STOP SHOUTING AT ME-
Damian: so what i'm hearing is that to get out of these ridiculous things, i just have to tell Jon he's allowed to hit?
*silence*
Bruce, to Damian: ...ok you're grounded,
Tim: Steph, i know we broke up years ago and you're technically my sister now but i feel like this is for the greater good-
Steph: you and i have the same mind, Timmy-boy.
Bruce, distraught: NO-,
Hiiii! I'm so excited to see you posting more whump prompt fics - I love your work so so much!! â€ïž
I'd like to request something with "touch" with Hiccup - maybe something with creepy Viggo, or just whatever you want to do! âșïž
Hmm I did do Touch with Hiccup and Dagur a while back, but DAMN I can't resist a creepy Viggo!!! Tw for noncon touching! (Also can you tell I love the drama potential in this episode)
forever a supporter of the dynamic that Dick is a dickhead older brother, but only specifically to Jason.
like, i feel like Jason was the only one he got to be a proper big brother too, rather than more of a mentor/guardian figure. when Jason was around he was barely even an adult, and Jason was a little shit of a pre-teen that gave as good as he took. Dick 100% was a piece of shit to him in the brotherly sense. with all the others though? after losing Jason and growing up and being the one that had to hold everything apart every time Bruce got lost in grief/a timestream or something, he is a completely different type of brother to the others than he is to Jason, and i think it would be funny to see the others slowly start to realise how different Dick's relationship is to Jason compared to the rest of them.
like, just the little things. they're all at the manor for a weekend and Dick makes Tim and Damian breakfast, ruffling their hair and sliding pancakes onto their plates. then Jason comes in and makes himself a piece of toast and Dick instantly jabs him in the ribs before stealing the food from his plate.
he always lets the others win at mario kart, chuckling easily whenever he's beaten at any game and actually seeming more proud at them for winning than sad for losing. then Jason picks up Damian's abandoned remote and suddenly he's all focus. snatching the player 1 remote and making Jason be player 2 and the two are literally trying to shove each other off the couch with how hard they're trying to beat each other. if Dick wins, you can hear his yells of mocking from across the manor. if Jason wins and he tries to say anything at all? Dick body slams him to the ground and they're fighting for a solid half an hour.
he steals Jason's shit all the time, and yet the one time Duke saw Jason walk into Dick's bedroom to borrow a shirt, Dick clocked it from down the hall and just yelled 'FUCK OUT MY ROOM' and Jason pivoted and left without even faltering in his movement, like he'd fully expected to be denied. it's worth mentioning that that very same day Tim asked Dick if he could borrow some socks and Dick told them all sincerely that they could go in and take whatever they wanted whenever they wanted. it's just Jason that isn't allowed, apparently.
for the record i think it goes both ways, and i think Jason is also the only guy who knows how to get under Dick's skin in that Specific Little Brother Manner. like that's his big brother, his only big brother. i think the others he either views as little kids to protect or just... random guys that were adopted while he was gone that he didn't even properly meet until he was an adult and out of the house, so he never really built a proper antagonistic sibling relationship with anybody else. Dick though? he pours salt into every glass of water he sees Dick drink out of. he steals his stuff. he stands just outside the doorway of Dick's room just so that when Dick yells for him to get the fuck out he can say 'i'm not in your room, you can't make me do anything'. he snitches on him to Bruce whenever he can, and whenever he figures out Dick has a crush on anybody he relentlessly tries to embarrass Dick in front of them.
anyway i just like to think about a Dick and Jason who are the only true childhood-brother pairs, and whenever they're in the same room for more than three minutes it shows. much to Bruce's everlasting exhaustion, because seriously how are these two still as bad as they were almost a decade ago??
Jason Has A Type
Everyone knows it.
Bruce knows it. The rest of the batfam knows it. Hell, even Jason is aware but doesn't want to admit it.
When it comes to romance, he has a type. Each one either has tried to kill him or isn't completely human.
So, when it came out that Jason gained a new boyfriend, bets and theories among the family began ranging from how long it would last and if this one was a meta to if the boyfriend was Kryptonian, a clone, or someone from the LOA. Other than the seemingly lack of information and the whole adoption bait look, Jason's boyfriend was a regular civilian. A college student from somewhere in Illinois that's double majoring in astronomy and engineering at Gotham University.
Was he running from something based on how jumpy he is and how too clean his record was? Most likely but other than that he cared for Jason as much as they could tell from snooping.
After months of ignoring and avoiding the snooping and pleading from the batfam, Jason just wanted to end the theories and bets once and for all, so he invited Danny to family dinner at the manor. Everything was going fine.
Until Danny's eyes flashed a toxic green as a stray knife from Damian went through his shoulder and he simply moved over in his seat, the knife embedded into the chair.
It was almost a Lazarus green.
Money traded hands and all hell broke loose.
Okay, I'm so sorry. But what if Danny didn't?
What if Jason told Danny that they were going to do stupid tests? What if Danny got tired of their bullshit. Especially as it put Jason in danger? He knows that Jason is like him and will recover quickly, but Danny's a protective spirit. And he's so fucking done. So, like usual, he goes for the bit that will traumatize everyone.
He lets the knife pierce his shoulder. He looks wide eyed and confused, until his eyes land on the blade and blow out.
"Oh. Uh-ummmm..... heh.... what the fuck is wrong with all of you?" And passes out.
Danny has gotten really good at controlling the speed of his pulse and breathing too. Technically he doesn't need to do either. He just does it to maintain the appearance of humanity.
Danny looks down at the knife in his shoulder with wide eyes turning to look at the batfam with wide scared eyes "What's wrong with all of you?" Dramatically falls over ontop of the knife making rhe injury intentionally worse and starts to slow his breathing and heartrate. As well as letting his ghostly nature slowly turn him paler and make his skin grow colder. If he really wants to go far he can make his breath give off a death rattle. It works similarly to how he accesses his wail only when he's in human form and more closed off. Just really full blown scare the absolute shit out of them.
But ya know, if he wanted to do maximum emotional damage, the best response to that is not, â what is wrong with you?â but rather, âwhat did I do to hurt you?â
Because, a normal, is slightly inhuman person would not spend their final moments giving a judgmental response, but rather a confused and scared response. Why? Why did you do this? Why do you hate me? Why did you hurt me? Why are you killing me?
That. That would cause the most trauma.
That would put the crushing guilt and soul-deep terror into their hearts and burn into their minds forever. It would break them. Sure Danny would be fine in the end, but if he wants to live in a safe and loving environment itâs gotta be non-hostile first. And with Damian in the house? Stabbing Danny on a whim? And nobody stopping him? No. Trauma is given where trauma is due to ensure it doesnât happen again.
Cuz based on opâs comment about his jumpiness and paranoia, I think this should be a âDanny is hiding from the GIWâ au where his parents know he is Phantom and are apologizing for their mistakes by sending him away somewhere safe so they can take care of the evil government agency trying to re-kill their baby.
Nothing like some good trauma bonding to fix a toxic relationship. Or so Danny says.
Later that day:
Jazz, yelling through the phone: âTraumatizing your future in-laws into loving you is not healthy Danny!â
Danny: âWell I did it to Mom and Dad when I told them about being a halfa, and look at them now! Fully supportive and fully protective!â
Everything was fine.
Everyone was talking and even laughing while eating Alfred's delicious cooking. It seemed like everyone at the table had accepted Jason's new boyfriend and was having a good time!
Danny knew better.
Jason had warned him, even before he told his family about him, that they make assumptions.
And they loved confirmation.
So much so that they're willing to create the conditions to get them.
So Danny wasn't at all surprised by the atmosphere subtly warping with the 'subtle' glances of those around the table.
Just as he wasn't surprised when the youngest threw a knife at him.
Now, he could have done a lot.
Become intangible, stop the knife with telekinesis, dodge, or simply intercept it.
He decided that if his boyfriend's family wanted to play for high stakes, they should know they could lose.
He let the knife sink into his shoulder.
The gang having a peaceful morning until they hear Hiccup saying something along the lines of âcome on bud, letâs go test this out!â And they have all never moved faster in their lives
Wouldâve been cool to see Hiccup throws hands with the dragon hunters like he did when he knocked Snotloutâs light out
Like he just left hooks a dragon hunter and Viggo & Ryker just look at each other like âdamn!â
AU where Hiccup leaves the second Astrid find out about Toothless and heâs so afraid that the people of Berk might come after him he leaves the archipelago.
Which also means he runs into the dragon hunter and itâs way more embarrassing for them that theyâre getting their asses kicked by a scrawny little kid on a night fury
You think any of the other riders questioned why Viggo calls Hiccup âmy dear Hiccupâ like no one brought that up?
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okay but like i just want a fic where autistic selective mute bruce wayne is a year or two younger than ollie, but was in his classes anyways because he is SMART and so they like grew up together, ollie loves him like his little brother, you know, the usual.
and then, when the justice league is formed (i put both of them in their mid twenties ish, like maybe ollie is 26 and bruce is 24) and ollie just like instinctively recognizes that batman is sorta like his baby brother and like subtly helps him and the league communicate until one day heâs just like hm maybe i should have a conversation with the big scary bat. and iâd imagine it went something like this: