#they eat bats so...

[therelentless]

nandor's dæmon

name: firuzeh - { meaning } : woman of triumph species: great hornbill

[iamlostandinneedofcoffee]

I like to imagine that every once in a while Red Hood just goes off comms for long stretches of time and comes back bruised as shit and exhausted before logging off for the night and the rest of bat brigade is trying to figure out which villain of the week keeps jumping him.

Eventually they, cause communication is a skill no one learned, just start harassing hood’s men to find out whose turf they are invading only to find out they thought the bats were beefing with Red again cause he keeps mumbling about brats.

Now they are trying to find out which one of them is lying about fucking with Jason and no one is owning up, the trackers they keep putting on him are fizzling out, no one as any idea and Jason ain’t saying shit. But like he’s never properly irritated about it or asks for help nor can they find anything out so they let it go for now (read keep trying to track him to no avail).

And then one night Red Robin comes across Red getting chased and then fighting off a feral looking teenager on the roofs of Crime Alley and just when he looks like he is getting the upper hand another drops down from above (how the fuck the nearest taller building is not anywhere near close enough to dive into the fight from what the fuck?!?) and joins the brawl.

Tim is about to rush in to help Jason before the two teens’ heads turn in unison to him with Lazarus green eyes and look like cats when they see a red dot. Jason panics and before he can grab them, they leap and now Tim is in a cartoon brawl dust cloud and all and Jason has joined in and is calling them all brats and how his gunna whop their ass- and there is a foot in his mouth.

And yet through it all Tim never feels afraid. In fact, as he fights he realises they are keeping up and beating him all whilst smiling and punning(?!? They must never meet dick SHIT DUCK) and that won’t fucking do, so he brings out all his tools and tricks and is getting matching by two raccoon twins. 20 minutes later they are all grinning bloody smiles and just as he is about to slam his bo staff up into into the female looking twin, a whistle is blown.

They all freeze and look over in unison as if they all became shining quadruplets at a giant shit house built fucking man. And like Tim has seen big men. Bane is a big mother fucker. Superman is a big mother fucker, and is also shaped like one. Bats is big but this guy even though his is maybe not as large he feels infinitely more terrifying and that’s before you get to the flaming(fucking literally, how does that even work or stay in the pony tail) white hair.

“Alright enough for tonight or foods gunna go cold. Inside.” A voice bellows across the roof before the man disappears??!? At the mention of food the one top of Tim almost starts drooling, gets up and starts dragging Tim’s still prone body across the roof and off of it OH FUCK AND INTO A WALL WHA and they went through it… well

A couple second later Jason and the other dude stumble in. Jason picks Tim up as he is coming down from that mini adrenaline rush at and puts a arm around Tim, half hug half chokehold, saying “say nothing and you get to join once a week. Say shit and you’re haunted.” And walks off to the kitchen and starts bringing out food.

… safe to say the rest of the bats are now confused why Tim of all people is now turning up bruised as well with Jason, cause if it was him to start why has he started loosing all of a sudden??? And he says fuck all but his weapons and fighting style has got more chaotic and terrifying.

Oh and he seems to be eating… well you win some and lose some

[superbat-lmao]

Jason and Damian stay with the League. They’re basically royalty and functionally generals, completing missions with Talia and serving Ra’s and the needs of their family.

As such, a large portion of that is maintaining a public cover. Talia lives a very public life that she uses for political maneuvers.

Jason attends college and Damian attends school, everything is public record and on visas.

However, it isn’t until Bruce is required to attend one of Lex’s galas in Metropolis that he becomes aware of Talia’s status as a Mother.

It’s also the first time he meets her sons.

Cut to Bruce blue-screening as Talia introduces Jason and Damian al Ghul, who are the very picture of upper class royalty.

Nightwing and Robin are immediately in his ear over comms (teamed up with Uncle Clark to foil whatever plot is going on) asking what’s wrong as Bruce can’t take his eyes off his dead son and a child that looks like the spitting image of his father.

[glitter-stained]

Transmasc Jason Todd who never had his period before dying because malnutrition+ generally being a late bloomer, getting his period somewhen in Lost Days/UTRH, getting really intense PMS and assuming it's Pit Rage because nobody told him pms was a thing so he's like "ah yes the violent mood swings, fatigue and feeling like any slight frustration will get me unreasonably upset and might send me over the edge. Probably a sign that I am cursed by the waters of evil and that I came back wrong."

[thebibliosphere]

I'm watching Justice League: War, and I'm sorry, but Green Lantern shielding himself and Batman in a green ball of light while Superman proceeds to kick them around Metropolis like a dodgeball is so fucking funny.

Bruce just saw the inside of three buildings go past real quick because they got punched through them by Superman, and he's relying on Hal to keep him alive. A man who a mere few hours ago accused him of being a vampire then went off on him for not having any superpowers and whose ring Bruce managed to steal with a sleight-of-hand trick to make a petty point.

His control freak issues must be screaming.

[keferon]

Getting Lost

(part 1...maybe?)

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He gets lost. He dives into the ocean of color and sound that is his mind. Here there is no crowd, no little hands tapping on the windows for his attention, no loudspeakers announcing what humans called a "show" or monitors giving him orders to do somersaults to entertain the audience. Here there was only him and infinity.

Nothing was limited, in this space that belongs only to him, he is free. Then he thinks, he sees the world, thinks back to the past. He sees the water again, not the one in his pool, but the one that tastes like salt, the one that is never still, the one that like him does not stop, the one that forever holds the memory of his childhood. It is over there that his cradle is, over there that the world begins, because here it is not the world, because here is limited, here his body fits between four walls, immersed in filtered water and rocked by the sound of the pump hidden behind the concrete.

So in this small part of infinity, he opens a new door and loses himself in his own universe. He tells himself that if he thinks hard enough, if he gets lost far away, the sound of the pump will become that of the whales, that if he continues to dive, the tiles at the bottom of his prison will start to move like the algae of yesteryear... To stop being bored, to drown his sorrow and forget the heaviness of his fins, he gets lost.

In his world of noise and lights, nothing was and everything was at the same time, human languages were refined and distorted into familiar clicks and songs that made him think that maybe home wasn't so far away.....

And then he was taken out again, infinity moved away through an invisible harness that was once very real and left only the cage.

The day had just begun, and an uncomfortable feeling crept into him. The atmosphere was heavy, waiting for something, the humans seemed more excited than usual and they posted on the windows of his pool: "Jazz the orca will be absent today but will return soon with brand new tricks!".

Absent? Absent why? Did they want to make him undergo medical examinations? Make him learn new pirouettes so that the entries increase? No matter the plan of the humans, it made his mind disturbed and troubled. He could not get lost, not return to his world where time no longer counts. No, here he was waiting, he was spinning, he knew that his part of infinity would change for maybe the best, but more likely for the worst.

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(First time doing something like this hope you like it!)

"He knew that his part of infinity would change for maybe the best, but more likely for the worst."

[dykesevika]

Yummy!! :3

Men DNI

[boimlerkisser]

Ever since I saw @em-doods' Spider-Scout design I've been itching to draw it, I love him sooo much!! 😊🫶💖 (zooms under cut!)

[dustykneed]

hey dusty I'm here to push my Spock purring agenda on you. thoughts?

of course <33 he's the og catboy. now for a transporter malfunction so they all purr:

i like to think jim is DEEP in that cat brain (not because the transporter malfunctioned any differently for him as opposed to bones. but because he is just Like That honestly). bones is the sort of... almost humanly intelligent flavor of cat. except he retains his 24/7 anxiety and jumps three feet every time someone sneezes too suddenly. and jim knocks shit off spock's counter all the fucking time so bones just eats shit all the fucking time lmfao

[get-rammed]

Blasts Rouge with the "heavily traumatized but healed in her own ways" beam

[fckbatmanhiskidsareminenow]

What’s for Breakfast?

(yes it’s the parsnip fic)

(tw mentioned nightmares and mildly dissociation)

disclaimer: this will probably be ooc, i’m still extremely new to the fandom so be nice please

description: jason decides to cook and is interrupted by the rest of the bat siblings.

word count: 1556

All he came here to do was drop off some intel for Bruce but now? Now Jason is standing in the middle of the Wayne manor kitchen, with his hands on his hips, wondering what he should cook. He’s hungry, alright, sue him.

It’s Sunday and Sunday is the day Alfred restocks the kitchen so the chances of Jason actually finding something other than premade pancake mix was not great.

The first ingredient item he finds is a few parsnips. He passes one between his hands trying to think of what he can make with them. After a few seconds he comes up with something, tossing the parsnips onto the counter and he collects some onions, a leek, flour, eggs and vegetable oil. He gets the grater out and it’s decided. He’s gonna make parsnip and onion fritters.

Jason starts with slicing the onion. Just get that shit over and done with. The familiar burn of the onion begins in his eyes and he is immediately reminded of the last time he cooked in here. He was 15, it was a few weeks before his death. He and Alfred were making home made burgers, requested by Jason himself, and they made caramelised onions to go with it.

He’s pulled out of the memory by the wet feeling of tears dripping down onto his hand. He glares down at the vegetable as if it had personally wronged him. And you know what? It did. He’s crying all because of a fucking onion.

He continues slicing only slightly more aggressively when he hears a soft patter of feet.

“Todd?” At the sound of his name he looks up and is met with a sleepy Damian staring back. The kid’s got on a set of cat pyjamas, that Jason can admit is kinda cute, and is wiping away what looks to be tears. Must have had a nightmare or something.

“Cooking.” Jason replied gruffly. Damian approaches the island he’s cooking on and stands on his toes to try and see what Jason is cooking. Once again he can admit the kid looked kinda cute with only just his head and little hands poking over the bench.

“Cooking what?” He asks softly and with genuine childlike curiosity, which is rare for Damian. Jason breathes out a sigh and walks over to the small table on the far side of the kitchen and pulls a chair up against the bench.

“Parsnip and onion fritters. Wash your hands and come grate the parsnips for me.” He usually would tell him to fuck off but the kid looks like he could use a distraction and he does love a mission.

Damian washes his hands, climbs up the chair and starts grating.

They slice and grate mostly in quiet, only breaking the silence to quietly giggle at each other's onion induced tears.

“Cooking?” The sound of a voice startles them both so badly Damian almost throws a parsnip and Jason damn near cuts his finger off. When they look up at the source, Cass is standing there with an eyebrow raised.

“Christ, Cassandra, you could have killed us.” Damian says as he lowers the parsnip. Jason huffs out a laugh.

“Again.” He mutters and doesn’t miss the nasty look Damian throws him. Cass only smirks and shrugs. She looks dishevelled but Jason chooses to ignore it. She wanders over to the island, inspects what they’re doing before sitting on one of the stools and pulling her phone out of her pocket. Jason and Damian share a look before continuing what they were doing.

They finally get through all the slicing and grating when Steph and Tim stumble in looking like they had not slept all week. Jason stops what he’s doing just to look at them judgingly.

“Where the fuck have you two been?” he asks like he doesn’t want to know. Steph groans and collapses into the stool next to Cass.

“We were out all night for a stake out that turned up nothing.” Jason makes a confused face at that and looks to Tim who is all but dragging himself to the coffee machine.

“I don’t even want to talk about it.” He says holding a hand up to block out Jason’s judgmental look. Stake outs like that happen, not often but they happen. But for Tim? It’s even less often, he gathers all the intel he can before going out. Make sense for his mood to be shit.

Jason can practically sense Damian is about to say something so he scoops him up by the armpits and places him onto the ground.

“Your jobs done now.” He tells him before the kid can protest. He only receives a slightly grumpy nod before Damian drags the chair back to its regular spot and sits down. Tim looks away from the coffee machine.

“Are you making breakfast?” He asks half judgy half genuine. Jason almost responds with some snarky sarcasm but just looking at Tim tells him the poor guy's exhausted brain would probably melt if he did.

“Yeah I am. Parsnip and onion fritters.”

Steph lifts her head from where it was laying against the kitchen island.

“What the fuck is a parsnip?” Jason chuckles and holds up one of the unused parsnips.

“It's like a white carrot thing. They taste good, trust me.” Steph eyes it suspiciously before shrugging and laying her head back down.

Duke runs in while Jason is mixing in the flour and eggs. He stops and looks at everyone surprised. To Duke’s credit it is rare for all of them to be in the same room for a non vigilante related reason. He looks at Jason and into the bowl.

“Hey, that looks great! I’m heading out to patrol but save me some for when I get back?” He says as he grabs an apple and speeds out of the kitchen without waiting for an answer. Jason files the information to save some away in his head before he continues mixing. He makes sure everything is evenly coated before heating up a pan and drizzling some vegetable oil onto it. He places as many scoops as he can evenly spread on the pan and waits until he can flip them.

The sizzly of the fritters and the oil almost covers up the sound of a new pair of feet entering the kitchen.

“Whatchya making, Jaybird?” This time he doesn’t jump at the sound of Dick’s voice coming from directly over his shoulder. Just by looking at Dick’s eyes tells Jason the eldest is floating in between a dissociation episode. He’s not really all there.

Jesus Christ, was he the only one who had a good night? Well, he doesn’t really know how Duke’s night went but with the way he was rushing to get on patrol, if Jason had to guess it would be probably not good.

“Parsnip and Onion fritters.” He replies while scanning the kitchen for what task he can give Dick to help him out.

“Hey, could you do the dishes for me? I wouldn’t want Alfred to wake up and find the kitchen a mess.” He asks softly. Jason doesn’t mention that Alfred is already up and upon seeing all of them in the kitchen, about ten minutes ago, gave Jason a soft smile and left to do whatever Alfred does when he’s not butlering.

Dick turns to where Jason points to the dishes and nods.

“Oh yeah, of course.” He says spacely. Jason fights the urge to fist pump. If he’s learnt anything it's if you wanna get Dick Grayson to help himself, you gotta guilt trip him a little bit. He does take the knife before Dick can add it to his washing pile. Yeah he’s got some less than moral helping tactics but he’s not gonna let the guy hurt himself.

Damian gets up to help Dick with the dishes and they make quiet conversation. With Damian occasionally yelling when Dick splashes him or tries to place bubbles on his head.

Jason hands the empty bowl to Dick before placing the last of the fritters onto one big plate. He quickly whips up a greek yogurt and herb dip sauce. He grabs out enough plates for everyone and places two on a plate for Duke before wrapping it with foil and placing them in the fridge. He then hands the remaining stack of plates to Dick.

“Alright losers follow if you want breakfast.” He calls out before heading into the proper dining room. Dick sets the table before taking one for himself.

Jason will never tell anyone but he did feel nervous waiting for everyone’s reaction.

“Wait, why is this good?”

“I can’t tell if these are good or if I’m just really fucking hungry.”

“These are really good Jaybird.”

He tried to hide the way the tension fell from his shoulders before digging into his own food. The atmosphere was good and it made Jason kinda miss moments like this. This sense of family and belonging. Just a family having breakfast together.

“Is there any left for me?” Bruce asks as he walks in. Jason looks up at him. He’s met with a proud look he hasn’t seen in what feels like a lifetime. He hides his face and gestures to an empty chair.

“Take a seat, old man.”

I hope the fic is a good as you guys imagined 🥰

here’s a special thanks to @kaycynyrs for sending in the ask that inspired me to look at this fic again and @yourlocal-edgelord for encouraging me to rewrite it and to @heavenssolitude for being there and supporting me 🥰

(i’ll totally untag you guys if you didn’t wanna be tagged. just wanted to say thanks)

[tiger-grace]

Duke: Hey, can you call my comm link? I can’t find it anywhere.

Tim: Oh, sure! Siri, call Signal.

(Phone rings)

Tim: Huh. Thats weird, I can’t hear yours..

(Meanwhile, on the roof of the Gotham City Police Precinct)

Commissioner Gordan: What th-

Batsignal: the bat-tooth device is ready to pair

[chocosourlemon]

I wanted to do something to get back into the uglydolls fandom,so I read the beautiful @0perfectimperfections0 writings, and boom my fingers were finally doing something. I drew SOME of my personal fave stories cause I couldnt help myself- ANYWAY GO CHECK IT OUT RN!!! THE STORIES ARE AMAZINGGG

[disgracedaantt]

okay so i have a theory about how akilah (and possibly many more) is going to die! i wasn't going to mention it till i had more proof but i've connected some dots. current working name is the Bite Theory because "everything with teeth bites" :)

obviously, spoilers for s3 ahead, be warned!

i think the yellowjackets are going to get rabies. at the very least akilah! theres a couple things that make me think this, the main being what we saw in her hallucination in episode 3. we're told by the talking llama that "everything with teeth bites", which while it could mean a variety of things i think its probably a very literal meaning in akilahs case. her whole thing this season (and a large part of season 2) revolves around caring for animals. wild animals. and its fairly likely that that the reality that the yellowjackets have shown is not accurate to what is really happenong (yellow filter theory), so i think theres one of two ways that the Bite Theory could happen.

1.) and the most straightforward, akilah is bitten by one of the animals shes caring for or an animal she comes across in the wilderness. possibly in the caves since it's likely that a fair amount of season 3 is going to revolve around them. this could also be what her sinking into the dirt in her hallucination could mean. the wilderness is taking her, like the way it took laura lee and javi, into it and under it. further evidence supporting this theory is how weird all the animals are in the wilderness. the suddenly dead birds, the sick bear, even the wolves were strange because wolves generally do not go out of their way to attack humans, especially not humans in groups (from my understanding). while this may be due to some other phenomenon occurring out in the wilderness (possibly due to heavy metal poisoning) we at the very least know that the animals out in the wilderness are NOT normal.

as for the 2nd way the Bite Theory could occur, its a little more out there, but personally my favorite and i think would work well with the girls further descent into the wilderness:

2.) and, the more outlandish, is akilah being infected by coach ben or mari. akilah has shown herself to be a very compassionate character, especially within season 3, and i think thats going to get her killed. from what we know currently of the final survivors, its reasonably safe to say the neither akilah or ben are likely to make it through the final winter. we also know that pit girl is probably either gen or mari, however, with the "It Girl" episode the general consensus is that its probably gen, and the "It Girl" episode is a misdirect. so, mari probably died before the final winter. we have also directly been shown mari AND ben consuming bats (gross), which as i mentioned in my previous theory, are EXTREMELY well known carriers of rabies. and we already know that all of the wilderness animals are NOT well. rabies can also be contracted through eating an infected animal, so even if neither of them were bitten during their time in the cave its still possible for them to contract the virus. ben has also been living in these caves for MONTHS and exposed to bats and likely other rodents the entire time. we also know he's not well because mari hears him talking to "something", so maybe it was because of the gas in the caves or maybe he's already sick and losing his mind.

so assuming either ben or mari (if not both) are infected at the current point, how would akilah be infected? if its ben i think it will be dependent on his outcome during the trial. if hes found guilty i think he'll try and escape and end up attacking and biting akilah during the process. if he's found not guilty (or held prisoner) he'll get gradually sicker and akilah will try and help him, maybe by bringing him berries, hm? if its mari that bites akilah i think it will happen at the end of the season or after a timeskip. mari is clearly a more important character this season, so i imagine her death will be fairly dramatic. i could see her getting extremely sick and lashing out in a fit and biting akilah.

also another thing to note is that literally in the 1st episode of season 3 we see mari get bitten by shauna!!!! which considering how symbolic yellowjackets is could totally mean something since "everything with teeth bites" seems like its going to be an important theme this season.

another reason i think this theory holds weight is because i don't see ben NOT being eaten when he dies. they hate him and as much as the girls claim to "not being doing that anymore" i really don't see them wasting that much food. they've been willing to eat people and they will again, so i think they'd need a better reason than morals to stop them now. same with akilah and mari, i think depending on how close to winter they die they'd be willing to eat them even tho they care a lot more about them than ben. unless they cant, in which case they'd either burn or bury (cough cough like in akilahs hallucination cough cough) them. also shauna straight up says she wishes they'd eaten mari first so.... definitely not gonna be morals that stop her.

we also know they literally do go back to cannibalism at least by winter. why? well, it could be because they have run out of food, but if they know how hard winter is wouldn't they have prepared better? unless they can no longer trust their food to be safe.

anyway thats a lot to read so tl:dr: theory goes, akilah gets bit by either a.) animal b.) coach ben, or c.) mari and contracts rabies, dies and results in the girls going back to cannibalism.

maybe im totally off base here idk but this was fun to think about! sorry this got really long and i think i even missed a few things to say, but thanks if you read this far! (also if anyone agrees or has more to add pls let let me know!)

[your-favourite-yapper]

mary gets into a car accident and wakes up an amnesiac with a woman named pandora by her bedside who says she's her wife.

muah ily

mary wakes up tasting blood and disinfectant and the sharp sour edge of forgetting. she doesn’t know her name doesn’t know her face doesn’t know why there’s a woman by her bed with red-rimmed eyes and perfectly painted lips who says “you’re okay baby you’re okay i’m here.” when mary asks who are you the woman—pandora, she says, with a smile like a secret—squeezes her hand and says “your wife” like it’s a manifestation and a punchline all at once and mary doesn’t know enough to argue so she lets the lie settle in her bones like morphine like gravity like oh okay i guess i’m loved.

and pandora is so loving, she brushes mary’s hair and helps her bathe and kisses her temple like a benediction like she’s earned it like mary isn’t all raw edges and missing pieces and at night she curls into her side and whispers stories about their wedding in venice and their cat named ache and the time mary cried during a movie and pretended it was the pepper in the popcorn. mary wants to believe her wants to lean into the softness wants to stop wondering why her dreams smell like lilies and burnt fabric and something rotting under the floorboards why her hands remember a gold ring when the one on her finger is silver. why sometimes she sees a flash of red hair and feels her lungs forget how to work.

and it gets worse when she starts tending the garden because it feels familiar, like muscle memory, like something holy and she finds a patch behind the roses where the soil is newer darker wet in a way that makes her stomach lurch. there’s a button there just one pale and plain and heartbreakingly small and mary touches it and remembers everything—lily’s laugh and lily’s vows and lily’s scream and the way pandora’s knuckles bled when she punched her and the tire tracks and the silence that followed and the way pandora had said “you’re okay baby you’re okay i’m here” with lily’s blood still under her fingernails

and mary walks back inside with dirt on her knees and murder in her mouth and pandora looks up from the kitchen like nothing’s wrong like she didn’t make a goddamn altar out of someone else’s grave and made mary bend down to worship a false god. mary smiles smiles because she might not remember who she is but she knows exactly what she’s going to do next.

[teamdarkweek]

Personally I really enjoy projecting OCD tendencies onto Shadow. Both because misery loves company, and also I think that Rouge and Omega would be so up to that challenge as supportive tough-love friends. You have an unflappable, pro-explosions realist, and a woman who could out-loophole a genie. Compulsions and Intrusive Thoughts have met their match.