#(Hi. Thanks for the starter!)

[wandixx]

Seriously chaotic fashion misadventures

I realized I posted a teaser and never really followed up on it, so here is some more of that

“Hey, Dami?”

Boy hadn’t looked up from the kittens he was bottle feeding but let out a hum indicating he listened.

“I'm thinking about trying out a more girlish style. Do you think it would suit me?”

Well, Damian had no idea but if Dani wished to give it a chance, then, well, the only proper reaction was to offer his aid.

*-*-*

“Father, I require access to your rouge gallery.”

Bruce almost choked on his breakfast when his youngest made this announcement.

Rouge gallery, as his children playfully called it, was vast collection of lipsticks, which he collected to uphold his Brucie persona. Famous playboy with head constantly in the clouds couldn’t not show up with discreet signs of scandal from time to time. And it couldn’t always be the same shade. Or scent when he choose more subtle approach and used one of his more feminine perfumes.

In all honesty, he enjoyed this.

But that’s not the point, point was that Damian wanted to use it and Bruce needed to know what disaster would fall upon him if he agreed.

“Mind telling me why, chum?”

Dick, who visited Manor for a weekend, barely stifled his laughter while Tim stared at his empty coffee mug like it personally betrayed him. Cass just wore her usual knowing and mischievous smile.

Damian shifted in his chair, hands clenching on butter knife. He was nervous and suddenly Bruce dreaded the answer he was about to hear.

“I don’t see how me sharing this information would change anything. It won’t be used to cause harm to anyone but it’s necessary in the extracurricular project I just started.”

“Dami, what project?” Dick asked, voice oozing with genuine curiosity and excitement. He was almost bouncing.

“I don’t want to disclose it.”

“Is this a hero or civilian type of deal?”

Damian didn’t look any of them in the eyes, both hands clenching on his seat as he kept shifting. Bruce narrowed his eyes. Was his youngest… flustered?

“Civilian”

“Alright, great” Dick swung back with single clap, almost tripping his chair over “I think B won’t have anything against you using his rouge gallery, will he?” Man knew his oldest son well enough to recognize his ‘don’t you dare to disagree’ tone. He was confused but there wasn’t any harm so he nodded with affirmative hum.

“Thank you, Father”

Boy practically inhaled rest of his food and rushed outside. Despite all his training and all his efforts, they clearly saw his excitement. Tim pinched himself and returned to staring at his mug.

“Cass, have you seen what I’ve seen or am I overreacting?” Dick asked, barely restraining his enthusiasm. Girl nodded eagerly, shoving more crumbs into her mouth. Young man cheered, throwing his hands up.

“What have I missed?” Tim mumbled, frowning a little.

“BABY BAT HAS A CRUSH!”

Cass nodded again with wide smile.

Oh.

Oh no.

Who were they? What did he know about them? Was Protocol 3r0s started? Did someone run a background check already? What could they do if they somehow hurt Damian? Was this person a risk to their identities? Oh gods, oh no.

He probably will have to do The Talk™.

He always dreaded having The Talk, with any of his kids. He felt The Talk with Damian would be even worse. Understandably so.

“Also sleep in at least three da-”

“Fuck off, dick.”

“Was this insult or-”

His children remained obvious to how much work it meant, cheering and sassing each other like they often did.

*-*-*

Damian did not know how it was possible but he lowered his guard enough to get caught.

"What are you doing?" Brown choked out after they stared at each other for a long moment.

"It does not concern you–"

"You're rummaging through my wardrobe, not many things concern me more and also, that's frickin creepy don't do it to anyone outside of the family"

She did have a point however he was not convinced it would be the correct approach if he shared his plan. Father's wards (even unofficial like Brown) tended to make assumptions and overreact based on these conjectures. Dani wasn't easy to scare off but he didn't want to check if his family would manage. They often did things thought to be impossible.

He tried to get away but the blonde stood fiercely in a door, leaving the window as the only way out. He wasn't this desperate. Yet.

Girl looked more and more angry at his silence. He had to give her some answers.

Now that he actually considered it, she could be a useful asset. She was far better versed in women's fashion and if he phrased it correctly, he wouldn't even need to bribe her. Question was, how should he phrase it?

"I have an acquaintance- I have a friend," he corrected himself "from the animal shelter I volunteer at. She mentioned wanting to try out more 'girlish style' and asked for my opinion. I wanted to see if you had any clothes that would fit her. She is smaller than me so I thought that whatever I take, it wouldn't be missed." 

Brown grinned with an unsettling gleam in her eyes. He suddenly regretted opening his mouth if not coming to this room in the first place. 

"Say no more, I have a plan Demon Child"

[smashwolfen]

Chikorita lil babeyyyyyyyy~

[loopyarts]

A gift for you @violentdick a little doddle of Dick Grayson with a Totodile.

[vaguely-concerned]

having emotions about the headcanon that ingellvar left all their gold jewelry (I think emmrich calls it a watcher's 'grave dowry' which they accumulate and wear through their lifetime in preparation for their eventual burial which like. god I love these goth freaks) behind when they left the grand necropolis because as far as they're concerned they're being sent into exile and it doesn't seem right to bring it with them........

[thrpr0phetuseek]

ooc: I see the anons are still tormenting Tir - feel free to save this until after or place it in a separate time. Up to you! (Spoilers for the Ithaca saga, of course. When does a man become a monster? /silly)

Time in the underworld was imperceptible. Somehow, against that well-known fact, this break felt longer. Odysseus had been gone; his voice silent and his presence invisible. The only remaining piece of him was the seashell threaded charm that clicked on Tiresias' staff when shifted.

Then, he was back. The king stepped onto the island with sandal-clad feet, approaching the prophet with a small, weak smile. His cape is back, clipped over his shoulder with an old pin he had long forgotten. The depiction of the owl had been carved away, redesigned with scales.

"Hey there, star." He greets. Odysseus' voice is heavy with the weight of so much left unsaid. Tales of monsters and mistakes. Mortal and familiar. His heart is still fighting against his mind each night, and his eyes reflect the tiredness. Guilt clawing silently at scars.

[ the prophet, sat at the bottom of one of the cliff faces, barely moved. Even looking up, it didn’t feel like they even were looking. Everything about them seemed just as tired, but they seemed more broken than before, and their voice reeked of desperation to get out of their self-fed isolation ]

“What? Who—? Oh. Ody. Oh not now, please love, I can’t— not today, okay. You’re tired and I’m— . . . you don’t need to keep visiting, now. After everything. You made it back. Go enjoy your time, will you? Be with your family. For me.”

[mintytealfox]

angst, angst I say!! How much worst would it be if Norton had the touch of tuberculosis?

oh GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSHH 😭😭😭😭

add a bit of BLOOD to those coughs and AAAAAAAHHH 😭😭😭😭

Like TB is infectious but can only be caught if you spend a lot of time with the person infected with it. So in Norton's case if Benny had it, then Norton would too, sense it seems like Norton only really spent time with Benny and a lot of time at that, enough to catch a thing like TB. orz Gee thanks Benny....

"Treatment Early diagnosis, adequate diet, rest, and fresh air could help some people recover or at least have a remission. However, such care wasn't an option for the poor <---------- 🙃

Death rate In 1882, TB killed one out of every seven people living in the United States and Europe

Leading cause of death In 1899, TB, also known as "consumption", was the leading cause of death worldwide

in the early 1900s, even under the best conditions, 50% of people with TB died within five years"

Bro would 95% be on his way OUT orz Bro would be at the point of: find a bed, lay in it, and calling it a life DX NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

*points at* vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv Doc Holiday

talk about not caring anymore and just collecting as MUCH money as he can in ANY WAY that he can. Like, he is gonna die soon anyway so why not grab all the money he can get his hands on for as long as he can.

the key years that might have helped him survive it were gone and wasted in the mines anyway, so, thinking his fate is sealed, might as well live a life that gives him blue skies

a life of Gambling, Drinking, Travel, Blackmail, and all around not giving a FLYING F---CARE

I think he would survive longer than he thought, but still counting his days for sure.

So he would 100% accept that invitation to a fancy manor cause "why not, sure, it'll be fun to be in a fancy place for once and a life is all it costs for all that money, then I could just relax and drink when I don't feel like gambling"

Feeling that fatigue getting to him and needing more money so he can have more rest days orz

"Those with active TB can show any of the following symptoms:

Bad cough (lasting longer than two weeks).

Pain in your chest.

Coughing up blood or sputum (mucus).

Fatigue or weakness.

Loss of appetite.

Weight loss.

Chills.

Fever.

Night sweats."

Gosh DANG orz

Like the image of Da Capo in the same room as him and he just looks an absolute sweaty mess that is sort of drunk (and being drunk causing him to be more chatty)

-Norton knowing everyone is staring at him- "what..? ya can't catch it unless you're locked in a room with me, breathing the same air for a looong while." -leans forward with a smirk- "Heeeell, we can even share a kiss right now and you wouldn't get it~"

Bro would be drowning in the walls he has put up around himself and the characters he puts on. IT would take an excavator and years to get to the real him by this point ;;

But the thought of bonding with the Da Capo/(except Orpheus pff) group through shared trauma after escaping, and and just constantly having each other's backs. Even though its a lot of getting Norton out of trouble cause he keeps going back to gambling when drunk and causing problems in towns they go to.

And then the time would come when Norton ends up in a hospital and just "looks like this is my last stop..." and unable to follow the group in their efforts to run and stay safe from anything manor related that is following them.

OH and then after hearing they left town he just gets out of bed and drinks as much booze as he can and causes one last big scene that prompts those who have been following them to go after Norton only for him to blowup one more mine.

orz

[linklewinklewoman]

@patchworkgal Ragatha approaches the farm nervously, Noelle said Linkel was a powerful warrior, so she is expecting some buff giant of a woman.

What Ragatha got was a blonde five foot nothing gal with a cucco roosting on her head. She had harmful of firewood and an axe on her back though. The pile she put them on suggested a long time working.

At seeing the redhead, she paused and offered a smile. "Well hello stranger. You seem like you are new here. Name is Linkle, what is your's?"

[ourhankang]

here . ─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── @eunjanq

like  the  moon  calling  the  ocean,  that's  what  baekjin's  always  been  to  baku.  even  as  kids,  baku  could  never  resist  baekjin's  gravity.  and  he  never  wanted  to.  with  the  force  of  an  overexhilarated freight train,  baku  would always tackle  baekjin  with  a  hug.  the  only  warning  was  baku  shouting  "na  baekjin!",  loud enough for the whole neighborhood, world, universe to hear. how could he ever keep quiet about the one person who makes him so fucking ecstatic to be alive?  ─── even  years later,  baku  wants  to  go  to  baekjin.  hold  him.  relearn  the  rhythm  of  baekjin's  heartbeat  against  his  own  chest.  but  to  baekjin,  baku's  just  a  sledgehammer,  a  hunting  dog,  an  asset.  something  to  use.  ( maybe  when  they  were  kids,  only  baku  believed  they  were  friends? )  baku  often  shoves  his  hands  into  his  pockets  around  baekjin,  so  he  doesn't  do  something  wild  like  reach  for  the  boy's  hand.

"what  the  fuck."  brows  knit  together.  "two─  two  days?!  you-  what─"  always  wearing  his  heart  on  his  sleeve,  baku  can't  hide  the  worry  at  all.  "no,  it's  on  me.  i  should've  brought  you  food  or  something  sooner."  baku  walks  beside  baekjin,  already  making  a  mental  note  of  when  he  should  kick  down  baekjin's  office  door,  armed  with  take  out.  ever since joining the union, he  roughly  knows  baekjin's  schedule  by  now.  "i  get  that  studying's  really  important  to  you,  and  i  respect  that,  but  you  gotta  take  care  of  yourself  too."

[lucidrims]

˖  ࣪  .  ࿐  ♡  ˚  .  hyunki  coming  thru for @seoulstreet !

            "  i'm  not  sober  enough  to  talk  about  this  right  now  .  .  you  have  to  wait  until  i  get  food  in  me  first.  "

[prophvtics]

the sight before him on their laptop screen was obscene, unlike anything he had ever seen before or could have possibly imagined. his face scrunched up in a show of involuntary disgust as the woman mewled and arched her bare chest up towards the man towering over her as she began to unbuckle his belt. rufus had been eager to learn everything he could about the world once he and his brother managed to return back to it, yet everything was a lot more complicated than he’d been expecting, especially with most people being too worried about themselves to entertain a couple of scrappy, almost feral boys in their desperate attempt to reacclimatise. falling into their lap had been nothing sort of a miracle, their kindness and happiness in accepting any and all of rufus’ questions had not been taken for granted for even a second, though he was still unsure as to how being shown adult movies was going to help him gain control of his life back. “that’s weird.” he shook his head and sneered at the screen one more before looking away, bringing his bony knees up to his chest so he could rest his chin upon them. “why is she making those noises? she sounds like a dying bobcat.”

[monsoon-of-art]

a gamestore near me actually had a legit copy of Pokemon Platinum (Ive been playing on a decent bootleg) so I'm gonna slowly move my Evil Shinies over to the real one

...after I use the real one to catch the legendary birds

[hemoplagued]

@zauns-evolution

“You seek life? How intriguing. It seems we have much to discuss. But you already knew of that – didn’t you?”

[heterochromatica]

@inkfern liked for a short starter <3

"Excuse me, this area will possibly be exposed to destructive villain activity in the imminent future. Please let me take you away from here." Shoto approaches the girl with a light jog, mismatched features surprisingly calm, given the situation they're in and a building sized rouge villain approaching them.

[vuulpecula]

✖ @threegoldfish ❤'d for a small starter !

"It's strange," Fox's brows furrowed as she focused. Dragging the off-brand marker across the side of the cup. "I could have sworn you were going to order something else." She shrugged a shoulder, smiling. "I must be off my game today--what was it you said your name was again?" Dragging her eyes away from the not-so-standard drawing dictated by company policy long enough to meet his. A few more lines were needed, two swirls on the wings, and the cartoonish scarab would be finished.

Fox prided herself in noticing small things about their somewhat-regulars. The only problem was, she didn't always match the right fact to the right face. He looked somewhat like the man she'd seen a few weeks ago looking over what had to be a National Geographic type magazine, glossy pages showing the ancient sarcophagi sealed closed--or maybe it had been an article online he was scrolling through? Wait, had that man even had dark hair? ( it was entirely possible that she wasn't as good at remembering as she thought she was ). Just in case, she wrote a quick "Keep Buzzin!" above the insect.

[enchantedlives]

@lavenderrpages

"I might fight fires for a living, but I swear you're trying to kill me with all these stairs."

[kiigan]

starter call @heartsandwishes

ㅤOf all the things Itachi had expected/hoped to be surprised by after leaving his homeland behind, certainly ice cream had not made it to the initial list - yet here he was now, more than ready to revise his priorities. Not that ice cream, in and of itself, was anything that extraordinary, even. What with Wutai having been turned to the general tourist resort it was nowadays, exotic snacks made especially [and having a super expensive price tag slapped on them] for tourists could easily be found at every corner of the main streets.

This one was... peculiar, though. Salty, but also sweet.

ㅤ«Sea-salt, was it?» The title was appropriate, given the uncanny mix of flavors. In fact, it was making him curious enough to go and check the ingredients, later. Maybe even spare the time to learn the recipe. Once he returned home, he could try his hand at making some for his little brother. Glancing back at Xion, who'd so kindly introduced him to this tiny masterpiece, he smiled after another lick. «I can see why you were talking so highly of it.»