#annoying brothers

[crowwolf8]

don’t blame me, my little brother took these photos

[informalcrybaby]

Clever Girl (Harwin Strong x OC) (Part 3)

Summary: Lyra and Harwin meet again at the tourney.

A/N: Hey everyone! Here is the next part in the “Clever Girl” series, I hope you like it! As someone with three brothers of my very own, I think this reflects how they always seem to contribute to things not going to plan. Thanks a ton for the likes and messages!

 Lyra’s father often commented that her curiosity would most likely be the cause of her demise and even in death, she would find herself lurking around corners in the afterlife to spy on the Gods. So, it came as no surprise that after their tent and possessions were situated, Lyra stole away into the bustling crowds to explore her lively new surroundings.

           She was dressed simply in the colors of her house, a gown of emerald, green held together with deep copper stitching. Her fiery red hair hung how she preferred it, loosely and unconfined. As she weaved through the throng of chattering people, her eyes scanned each of their faces, searching for the pair of blue eyes that made her heart float. Fifteen minutes passed and she praised her sense of direction, for at the edge of the encampment, stood the Strong tent.

           Nobody milled about outside or sat on the lonely pine benches in front of a freshly laid firepit. From her vantage point behind the nearest tree, she strained her eyes, trying desperately to see even the slightest of movements through the gap the tents flap provided. After several breathes, a sudden realization struck her. Was she no better than a common lurker? What would Ser Harwin, or worse his father, think if they were to catch her peering into their temporary quarters? Mortified at the idea of being discovered, Lyra slowly stepped back from the tree to begin her escape. Her boots crunched out three steps before hitting something…or someone solid.

           Warm breath crested the top of her head as her hand instinctively went to hover over the dagger concealed in the simple belt encircling her waist. A large, tanned hand laid itself on hers before the dagger could be freed.

“We meet again Lady Cutthroat,” The most delightful baritone uttered from behind her, the owner of who’s hand still laid on her own, “But I do believe I am in possession of the upper hand this time.”

           Harwin’s words stole all breathe from her lungs and lit her body aflame with a heat that both terrified and delighted her. At every point where their bodies touched, the flames burned harder and as if she were a Targaryen, she felt herself sinking deeper into the fire. Harwin made a noise deep in his throat and spun her to face him.

“It seems that I have been bested.” She whispered breathlessly, taking in the features she had only dreamed of for months. Gods, he was the most magnificent things she had ever witnessed.

“Our score is even then.”

“So, it seems.” Lyra’s eyes bore into his, the world around then blurring.

“May I ask what you’re doing lurking outside my tent, Lyra?” He asked, a mischievous smile curled his luxurious lips, her name dripping from them like honey. When he spoke her name, like a delicacy, she ignited with the need to know what it tasted like.

“I came bearing orders to assassinate you.”

“Who wishes me dead?” He challenged playfully.

“A good assassin kills themselves when facing interrogation.” Lyra smirked as Harwin’s eyebrows shot up in surprise and then melted as he laughed heartily.

“Clever girl, I would rather perish than watch you fall on your own sword.”

           No words passed between them when Lyra realized that he still held her hand in his own. She tensed, unused to the feeling of a man that wasn’t family’s hands on her. Feeling her sudden shift, Harwin gently stroked his thumb over the tops of her fingers. What would it feel like to have those hands elsewhere? She wondered and from the look on his face, she felt he was thinking the same thing.

“Lyra!” Bastion’s cry broke her from her lust filled trance. Dropping her hand from Harwin’s grasp, she spun, eyes zeroing in on her brother.

           Two tents over, Bash hung in the air, suspended by the hand of a very angry man, fist buried in the back of the young boy’s tunic. His nose dripping with fresh blood. The world became a canvas, and its artist chose to paint all in crimson. Gathering her skirts in her shaking hand, Lyra stormed across the earth, dodging all that stood in her way until she was within a foot of the man who thought he had the right to lay even a finger on her kin.

“Release him now or I will not hesitate to bury my knife in your thick skull!” She seethed, baring her teeth, and not hesitating to drop her hand to her belt, unsheathing a sliver of her dagger to show the man she wasn’t one to utter false threats.

“Silence girl,” He growled, shaking a terrified Bash, “The boy tried to steal from me, and I will take what is owed for thievery.”

“I just wanted to see his sword Lyra,” Bash squeaked, his face taking on a slight blue hue from his restricted flow of air, “Please believe me!”

           Fresh tears fell from his eyes, falling to mix with the blood gushing from his nose. Even if he had attempted to steal, Lyra would not allow physical harm to go unanswered. With a steady breathe, acknowledging what she was about to do, she readied herself for her attack but just as she started forward, a hand reached out from behind her and before she could protest, she was staring at Harwin’s back.

“Release the boy Edmund,” Harwin ordered lowly and when he didn’t immediately comply, he growled out, “NOW!”

           Edmund released Bash, who fell to the ground with a thump and gasped for the breathes he had been robbed of. Rounding Harwin, she fell to the ground by her brother, taking his face in her hands.

“The boy tried to steal from me!” Edmund accused; finger crooked accusingly to the crumpled boy.

“Hold your tongue!” Harwin shouted back, stepping forward until the two men were nose to nose.

“You don’t under--“Edmund was cut off by Harwin’s next statement.  

“That boy is of noble blood and will not be treated as a common thief, no matter the trespass you believe he committed.”

“But the little rat tr—” Edmund tired again but was denied for a second time.

“Silence!” Harwin roared, causing Lyra to shutter, “I will hear no more from you about a boy who hardly reaches your hip.”

           The two men remained in each other’s faces for a heartbeat longer, Harwin’s blazing eyes shooting daggers into Edmunds. Finally, Edmund turned and stalked through the opening in his tent. When Harwin calmed enough to address the siblings, a warmth spread through his chest at Lyra’s sisterly ministrations.

“There we go,” She whispered calmly, encouraging the boy the hold the piece of cloth she had ripped from her sleeve to his nose, “Hold tight and the bleeding will stop soon silly boy.”

“I’m ok Lyra,” He grumbled, attempting to preserve any remaining dignity, “Can we go back to our tent now?”

           The crowd that had gathered slowly began to taper off, but a few prying eyes still lingered. Bash didn’t seem to care about them though, for he was only focused on Harwin, who stood sentinel over the pair. Sensing her brother’s discomfort, she lifted herself from the ground and tried not to laugh as the boy ignored her helpful hand. He struggled for a moment, with only one hand to lift himself, but eventually was able to do the same. To the boy’s dismay, she still placed a comforting arm around his shoulders.

“Thank you, Ser Harwin but it would seem, with that show, our score is now uneven.” Lyra mused.

“The tourney has just begun, Lady Lyra, I’m sure you will find an advantage somewhere.” Harwin replied, tipping his head to the pair and cursing her horribly interruptive family internally.

“Count on it.” She smiled demurely before tightening her hold on her troublesome brother and turning to disappear into the crowd.

“Goodluck in the games Ser Harwin!” Bastion yelled over his shoulder, a feral smile accompanying his words.

           Harwin stood in place, watching them walk away until her fiery hair completely disappeared. He knew it was improper, savage even, but he knew he had to get her alone. He just had to figure out how.

[maraudersreader]

If the song BackStabber (by Kesha) was around when regulus and Sirius went to school whenever Sirius would see regulus around snivellous he would play it even if he knew they despised eachother he would get so offended when regulus went near snape whether the brothers were in good terms or not he’d sing it in his face.

[torilove97]

My dad: tell your older brother to do *something*

Me: please tell him yourself, if I tell him to do anything his fragile ego gonna explode and he will do the OPPOSSITE

My dad: *the one who literally learn that fucking behavior from* no he wouldn't

[starspilli]

resting & fixing. click for better quality!!

now available as a print

[majunju]

triple trouble

[wintergrofyuri]

catgirl dogboy friendship is something that can be so personal

[arttuff]

get bent old man

[bluerosefox]

Always Favors You

Another Sibling Danny and Jason idea!!

"Are you Jason Peter Todd?!" demanded a deep and commanding tone from the strange glowing being in front of them.

All the Bats stiffened and tensed, no doubt gearing up for a fight against the being that somehow knew Red Hood's full name.

Jason, Red Hood, decided to put on a brave front despite no doubt cursing in his head and wondering how the heck did this thing know his full freaking name.

"Whose asking." he snarled out, his hands twitching for his gun when the huge glowing knight with purple flames coming out of his helmet and cape, who was riding on a nightmare looking horse while they all had been in the cave going over tonight's patrol.

The Knight didn't seemed bothered by his response nor did he even seem to care or flinch when Batman made his own demand on 'Why was he there and who was he' or when Damian unsheathed his sword and pointed it towards him. Instead the strange glowing Knight reached to it side and pulled out... A glowing scroll? Huh. (Also he completely unnerved everyone in the room when the Knight didn't even react when Batman had tossed a Baterang when he reached for his side)

The Knight opened the scroll and spoke clearly with purpose.

"Jason Peter Todd,

You are hereby invited as a special guest of honor to the crowning of our future King of the Infinite Realms.

Daniel Phantom, once Daniel Jackson Fenton, and once Daniel Austen Todd.

Prince of the Infinite Realms, the Keeper of Balance, The Peacekeeping Halfa, the Defeater of the Tyrant King Pariah Dark, The Great One, Youngest of the Ancients, Ancient of Space, The Bridge between Life and Death.

You, the half-brother of our King, have been given the highest of honors for your past actions and will be given housing and food in the Realms and Phantom's Keep, for the week long event. Personal servants and attendants will be at your disposable and a seamstress will be on hand to tailor make your attire for the Coronation.

Signed: Clockwork. Ancient of Time. Watcher of the Infinite Timeline. Kronos. Mentor and Adviser.

PS: I shall have Fright Knight ("Me" the Knight bluntly said for a second) leave this scroll along with a personal one for you from Daniel to read over and once you make up your mind sign the bottom of the scroll.

I do hope in time you will pick the right choice Jason Todd, we of the Infinite Realms would like to reward you for your actions. After all, if you hadn't gotten young Daniel away from your father that night all those years ago, we would never had gained our Prince nor be free from our once Tyrant King.

Ah, one more thing.

The Infinite Realms will always favor you Jason."

Jason felt like he couldn't breath as Fright Knight? Rolled up the scroll, pulled a letter from his side, and held out the two items for him to take.

[ba1laur]

2023 darkstalker floating in space doing nothing grinning evily and scary. png 1 and 2

[forgetful-nerd]

If these two ever met they’d probably annoy the shit out of each other in a sorta older “responsible” sibling vs. younger “wild card” sibling way.

[bet-on-me-13]

Dan is Trigon

So! The Teen Titans had been chasing down a Cult lately, and they had finally managed to track down their main bases location.

Unfortunately, they got there just a bit too late and the Summoning Ritual they had been preforming was finished. The Being they had been calling crawled up and out of the Circle drawn in Blood on the floor.

And Raven felt her heart Stop. Because that Being crawling it's way out of the Summoning Circle looked almost exactly like her Father's True Form. But also different.

Where her Father's hair was a White Flame, this one's hair looked like Freshly Fallen Snow. Instead of her Father's Blood Red Skin, this being had Icy Blue Skin. And most strikingly, In place of her Father's Piercing Red Eyes, this being had Lazarus Green Eyes.

But even with all those changes, she could still the similarities in the Bone Structure, the shape of the Jaw, and most importantly the Untold Power radiating off of them.

Before they could react, the Being turned its attention to the Cultists.

"Who Dares Summon, the Ghost King?"

"We do, Out Lord Pariah Dark! We Beseech Thee, take this unclean world and tear it down! Cleanse the World of its Filth!"

"Oh Goddammit, not again." Said the Being, "Look, Pariah hasn't been in Power for Centuries. I, am Phantom. And I don't do the whole 'Destroy all Worlds' thing, you want your own constellation? I'm your guy. Otherwise? Bite it."

"Bu-But my Lord! We summoned you to-"

"Yeah how about no." Said the unimpressed God, "Here, let me send you guys Home. I'll give you guys some riches or something as compensation, but that's it."

And with that, the God snapped its fingers and the cultists disappeared.

"Now, who are you kids?" He turned to them.

Robin stepped forward, "We are the Teen Titans, and originally we came to stop them from Summoning you. Now, I honestly don't know what to do..."

"Oh, you guys are Heroes! That's interesting, I don't come across worlds with Heroes very often." Said the Ghost King, "The last one was the one with those Revengers or whatever they called themselves. The Spider Totem was fun to talk to, and Thor is always..."

As Phantom mumbled to himself, Raven stepped up. "King Phantom, I have a Question. Why do you resemble the true form or Trigon so closely? As his Daughter, I can recognize your similarities easily, and I was curious."

The King stopped dead.

"...daughter?"

"Oh, yes. Trigon is my father, though obviously I haven't talked to him recently." She explained.

"...that asshole." He said, "How could he not tell me I had a NIECE!?"

Wait what?

[elisavi]

this came to me in a vision

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 331

Demon twins? Demon twins. 

Damian? Good at the assassin side of things, at least for a four year old, but Danyal? He’s okay, but he’s far better at things like poisons and bookkeeping. Which is honestly? Okay. They’re the League of Shadows, and sure a majority of the members are assassins, but it’s definitely not all there are. So? Danyal starts getting medical training. 

Not to say that either of the boys don’t know their fair share of violence and healing- it’s just better to let them play to their strengths. One doesn’t keep a league over centuries if they just have one type of warrior, or even just warriors. A variety is needed. 

So one gets trained more towards the business side of things. Damian may be better at wielding the weapons and killing- even if neither have had their first kill quite yet- but Danyal shows far more proficiency at acting, at masking who he is and gathering information. 

Damian, when he’s first sent to their Father, doesn’t mention his twin. Not because he’s jealous or hates him or anything like that. You just don’t talk about someone in an undercover mission in the League, and it’s not something he realizes isn’t a rule everywhere. 

Needless to say, the Bats have more than a mild freakout the first time Damian mentions a twin who will be coming to the manor now that his mission is over. 

[cogneartive]

im mr edgeworth’s favourite little inmate

[eightyonefour]

*crowd starts singing it's friday then*

lando: nonono don’t.. 🤚 thank you!

oscar: yeah keep going, he loves it! 😈

lando: i hate this song now 🙃