#enemies to family

[maybe-in-another-universe]

i live for the jason todd and tim drake brotherhood bc my FAVORITE trope is enemies to family

[kathrahender]

Stop with the "shoot first and ask questions later" heroes. Gimme more heroes who don't attack the villain without thinking. Heroes who want to know more things about the villain, to discover why that villain turned into a villain. Gimme heroes who are willing to give villains a second or a third chance and they actually make an effort to redeem them. Gimme heroes who don't justify the villain, but they understand them.

Stop with the "evil, cruel, emotionless and merciless" villlains. Gimme more villains who care about their henchmen. Villains who'll do anything (good or bad) for their loved ones (wife, husband, children...) Villains who care about innocent people getting hurt. Villains who can empathize with the hero. Villains who "want" to hurt the hero but not to make them suffer (They could also not want to hurt them but do it either way because the heroes are in their way. That doesn't mean they would want to shatter them). Villains who are able to recognize when they have gone too far. Villains who have a moral event horizon, a line they wouldn't cross no matter what.

Stop with the "girl who wants two boys to break up" thing. Gimme more girls who are happy of them being together. Gimme more "They're kinda hot/cute together ngl" girls. Gimme more girls who help the two boys to be each other's partner. Gimme more girls who aren't jealous of their relationship.

Stop with the "straight hero with a crush" thing. Gimme more LGBT heroes. Boys falling in love with other boys. Girls falling in love with other girls. Heroes falling in love with whoever they want, not caring about their gender. Heroes falling in love with no one because they're not interested in romance or in sex. Heroes who are trans women or trans men. Heroes who don't identify as female or male. Heroes who identify as both.

Stop with the "female love interest whose life is only centered in her relationship with the hero" thing. Gimme more independent women who doesn't want to have romantic relationships. Gimme more women who rejects the hero because they don't feel the same. Gimme more women who doesn't follow her crush everywhere because "they're in love with them".

Stop with the "villain and hero hating each other until their deaths" thing. Gimme more enemies to lovers and more enemies to friends stories. Gimme more stories where they're forced to work together. Where the villain rescues the hero because deep down they care about them getting hurt. Stories where their relationship goes from enemies to reluctant allies to frienemies to friends. Stories where the two of them accept they're similar. Where they balance each other, just like ying and yang.

Stop with the "villains dying after redeeming" trope. Gimme more villains who redeeem and live. Villains who join the heroes and have to learn to fix their past mistakes. Villains who have nightmares because of their past. Villains who apologize to the heroes for hurting them. Villains who are protective of the heroes. Villains who make the heroes understand they don't have to be "strong" all the time. Villains who help the heroes to heal their wounds, physical or emotional. Villains who decide to be compassionate with other villains because they know it isn't too late to change.

Stop with the "strong hero who doesn't cry" trope. Gimme more heroes who show their anger, their fear, their pain, their humanity. Gimme heroes who aren't afraid to cry. Heroes who actually cry. Heroes who eventually break because everything is too much. Heroes who snap in front of someone, no matter who it is (the villain/their enemy, their rival, their best friend, their lover, their parents...). Heroes who not only cry but scream or have a panic attack, because the pain is unbearable. Heroes who don't want to worry their family/friends and they break in front of the redeemed villain (because they already saw them in their lowest point).

[kamiko1234]

Enemies to Lovers is great and all, but has anyone ever thought of Enemies to Family ?

[souplovingwerewolf]

I love enemies to lovers as much as the next guy, but you know what I think is ALSO a good trope? Enemies to family. Like when the villain is older than the heroes, and after they're just like "listen I know that I'm on the opposite side as these little idiots but they're my kids now and if you so much as lay a finger on them I'll rip your hand off"

[authorholmie]

SOA: chapter 2 intro

A familiar chortle echoes above Danilo's head, waking him from the brief darkness he'd succumbed to. It bounces inside his skull with hazy anxiety. He blinks his weighted eyes. The fierce sunlight - dimmed by a grey film in the air - sears a headache into place. The hot skin of his nose itches. Dragged to his feet, Danilo kicks at the sand, arms flailing against the fist that clutches the front of his leather breastplate.

The orange hue of blond hair fills Danilo's vision as he scrutinizes the General. He corrects his stance. Then staggers when a heavy hand crashes onto his shoulder.

"Always know where you are by the mess you leave behind." The General grins.

[js-dragonart]

Grand maester Orwyle just wants to do his job in peace, but the greens won´t leave his patient alone.

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[inkskinned]

in internet posts it is easy to cut them out of your life. they are hurting you! they aren't listening to you!

they held your hair back. they lent you lipstick. they held your hand at the train station and got you home safe. they rounded on your bully, got loud, said get fucked, spitting-mad in your defense.

they also cut the hair off again. told you that you should really think twice before wearing something like that. took you for granted. took your insecurities and threw them in your face again.

you know logically it should be easy. all the internet advice comments always read it will feel better. like an equation - if a person is rotten, you just remove them. you pull the tooth that's hurting.

but it was never a big flare-up moment. you don't live in a sitcom. they never tried to take your boyfriend or steal from your apartment. they showed up to birthdays and they wrote songs about you and bring you water without you asking. once you found out they carry an emergency inhaler for you, even though you haven't had an asthma attack in years - just in case.

where is the line? people fuck up. sometimes they fuck up badly. sometimes people have raw personalities, like a powerline, and being around them is dangerous. addicting. sometimes they can't help themselves, but you know they're trying. sometimes they are just rough-around-the-edges. sometimes they don't even realize how they sounded when they said that. sometimes it's just - you've both loved each other for so long now, the way this thing hurts goes back to the root.

and that's the fucked up part. you have pushed your fingers against the sweetheart of memory. things these days are electric, tense, harrowing. they didn't used to be. there were a lot of good days in there. sometimes you want to just close your eyes and say can this be over yet? do we still need to be fighting?

doing that would give up any chance you get of getting an apology, but you don't always know that you need an apology, you love them. once they flaked on your birthday party. once they told you to get over it, people are always dying. they also let you crash on their couch for a week after the breakup, handfeeding you when you were so sad you couldn't eat. they are also judgmental about everything, occasionally react to banal statements with an attitude that is weird and fiery. they also love you like a lighthouse sometimes, so strong they cut the storm like lightning.

but the problem is that you might be storm. you might be the thing that needs breaking. what if you are two forces who are desperately, horribly drawn to each other, shaped by the other person's passions, and both good for each other and bad in equal measure.

what if you're both just people, and you're no saint neither.

just cut them off! swallowing the saltwater, you catch yourself in the mirror. you've been shaking more than usual. there's an ache in you that is oblique, loud, impossible to soothe. is this what it looks like? when life is "easier"?

your mouth will always have a hole, is the thing, if you remove the tooth.

[kaahmbem]

legend has it that the young witch circe and the once beautiful nymph scylla shared a complicated past...

[demigods-posts]

headcanon that when estelle is old enough. percy and annabeth take her trick or treating. and estelle dresses up in the loudest colors she can find. and claims she an international super spy. and percy and annabeth accompany her while wearing tuxedos. claiming that their her bodyguards.

[nelkcats]

Strange courtship gifts

The last thing anyone would expect is for the Joker to believe in the supernatural, but apparently Gotham was in luck, because the clown was about to make a deal with the King of all ghosts to revive his prized foe.

Said King was not happy about the request, nor did he care about the clown's feelings, but he knew it was a necessary evil. Or at least, that's what Clockwork told him; of course, Danny didn't intend to do anything for free.

The Joker got his wish, Bruce came back from the dead and Danny wondered what he should do with the clown's soul. With a shrug he decided to put it to the best possible use and wrapped it in a little bow before handing it over to Jason Todd.

Jason thought it was a joke, a cute guy giving him a gift out of nowhere and claiming that the frozen ball in his hand was the Joker's soul? Yeah, right.

However, John Constantine came through Gotham and it became obvious that it wasn't a joke and that the cute guy was more than just a regular guy. It also came with the feature that Bruce returned to the living, which made him strangely relieved.

And fuck, reckless or not, Jason needed to find the guy again and steal the air out of his lungs, because that weird ball was the best gift he'd ever been given in his life and it might as well be an engagement ring.

[hailsatanacab]

A Persuasive Argument - dpxdc

"Great!" Danny says, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention. The dinner table falls silent as everyone looks towards him. It's a full house today and, honestly, Danny's a little nervous. "I'm sure you're all wondering why I gathered you here today."

"It's dinnertime. In our house." Duke mutters, while doing a very bad job of concealing his yawn. He holds his fork poised over the braised beef, but, just like everyone else, still looks towards Danny before tucking in. It's intriguing enough to wait.

"Yeah, no one misses Alfie's dinner." Dick says, with a brilliant smile that Danny can't help but return.

"Precisely! What better time to talk to you all than when you're all actually here!"

"Wait, I thought you came round to work on our English essays?" Tim asks, blinking owlishly.

"I'm afraid I've lured you here under false pretences, Tim."

"This is where I live."

"I would still really appreciate help on that essay though, I mean, what the hell is Hamlet even about? I just don't get that old time-y language, like 'Hark! A ghost hath killed me!' - absolute rubbish, what does that even mean?"

"The ghost never kills anyone in Hamlet, he's there to tell Hamlet that he was murdered. Have you actually read it?"

"No, but it sounds like you have. Tim, I want this guy to help me with my essay instead. I know for a fact that you haven't read Hamlet, either."

"So? We don't need Jason, I've read the Sparknotes."

"Hi Jason, I'm Danny, pleasure to meet you, summarise Hamlet in three sentences or less."

"Am I auditioning to help you write your essays? I can't believe you’ve gone through your whole school life without reading it, it’s good!"

"Hamlet, along with a number of other classics, was banned in our house because it portrayed ghosts as intelligent and sympathetic beings rather than evil, animalistic beasts. I didn’t even get to see The Muppet's Christmas Carol until last year with Tim! It was surprisingly good, and I hate Christmas because everyone always argued and it sucked. But we're getting off topic. I—"

"No, no, please go back to that, because what the fu—"

"Boys, please." Bruce interrupts, looking to the world as if he wants to hang his head in his hands. "Danny, you were about to say something?"

"Oh, yeah, Mr. Wayne! Thanks!"

"Please, call me Bruce."

"Well, that very succinctly brings me to my point, because I'd actually really like to call you dad."

Nobody says a word. Nobody even blinks, all as shocked as the other, watching open-mouthed as Danny pulls his laptop out from beside his chair. Bruce can definitely feel a headache coming on.

"Before you say anything, I've prepared a 69 slide PowerPoint presentation on why you, Bruce Wayne, should adopt me, Danny Last-Name-Pending. Please save your questions, comments, and verdict until the end, thank you."

[sunnycanwrite]

things that have happened recently in Wayne Manor:

Alfred removed all the curtains to air then out and discovered someone has been writing on them for years.

Cow shaped hooveprints were found on the hood of Dick's car

Cow shaped hooveprints were found on the hood of Jason's car

Damian decided to move out for a good two days before showing up again, and had been clingy since, weird

Tim found out he has a gluten allergy and has been in a one sided argument with Alfred over it.

Someone thought it was funny to hid every single mug in the house in Duke's closet it was not at all he opened it and a fed of the fell over and broke.

Cass fell asleep on the couch only to awake up in a completely different part of the house, her brother's fighting over what animated barbie movie to watch. They chose the twelve dancing princesses of course.

[towards-toramunda]

Orym should be allowed to murder ludinus in cold blood for saying this to him tbh

(This is from critrole clips edit on YouTube)

[authorholmie]

Tidbit from Book 3

Nothing I post is proofread because I like suffering apparently

Nolein scowls at Danilo’s back, mentally at odds with the silence the man walks with. How someone so large and so powerful can move like a limber feline falls beyond his comprehension. Part of Nolein greedily wants to know–wants to watch the process it took to forge Danilo. Another part of him thinks it’s easier than Danilo makes it appear. He thinks it’s something that can easily be replicated. 

The whole of him knows that a violent man, no matter how silent, is still a violent man. 

Liander slides up to him, pinning them together as one foreign object dominating the shadow-darkened corner by tossing an arm around his shoulders. Nolein grunts a greeting. 

“Can you see it?” Liander asks. 

Nolein watches Danilo a little harder but notices nothing beyond what he has already. “That he plans out every move beforehand?”

“There is not a thought inside that dude’s head that is planned out.” Liander states. “Seriously, some things you’ve got to stamp across your forehead so that he sees it.”

“So he is a mindless battle-bred.”

Liander grunts. “No. In that area, he doesn’t need to use his mind… Which now that I say that aloud, explains everything else. Huh.” 

“Surely Enzo knows that he’s a threat to the others in this house.”

“Okay, now I know there’s not a thought in your head–” Liander scrambles upright, moving to stand directly in Nolein’s field of view. “Why do you think that?”

“He moves like he’s ready for a fight at all times.”

Liander stares at him, hoping and waiting for Nolein to say more. When he doesn’t, Liander shakes his head with a gritted expression. 

“You royals really only see things at face value.” Liander mutters something far too alike to most western curses beneath his breath. “That’s because he’s always fighting. Listen, I’m going to give you a piece of unwarranted advice. A fighter always knows. Simple as that. We know when someone enters the room, we know when someone leaves, we know when something’s been moved. Next time you try to figure out what it is you’re seeing, consider that he knows you’re watching. Maybe then you’ll finally notice.”

With that, Liander storms away with enough hostility that Danilo’s focus snaps to him, watching each microfracture on Liander’s face. Most would write it off as a harebrained motion; an innate animal drive that a majority of people fail to realize they do. Even Sigrid looks up from the book in her lap to watch Liander storm up the stairs, distantly aware of his departure before diving back into her page. But Danilo’s stare is far from that. 

When he turns, meeting Nolein’s gaze, the arrow-guided line of Danilo’s scrutiny can only be described as one thing. Predatory. How Liander notices anything other than that, Nolein has no care to explore. 

Except Liander punctured his certainty with a challenge. A fighter is always fighting. So rather than sneering, scoffing, or gesturing Danilo away, he stares back while allowing that thought to spearhead his current assessment.

It’s impossible for Nolein to see anything other than the potential threat Danilo poses as. Not because Nolein considers himself a fighter, but because he’s been in too many situations that escalated from simply deciding the wrong thing. So when Danilo’s shoulders stiffen and he frames himself against the table to appear nonchalant while simultaneously prepared to fight back, that’s all Nolein can see. A violent man prepared to be violent. 

Then something changes. Nolein doesn’t exactly know what, but it does. Danilo stands the same, watches back the same, breaks the same. But there’s a distinct sensation Nolein can’t shake. And when he watches with the hint of something keener, Danilo shakes his head and continues on with what he’d been working on. As equally tense and battle-ready as before. 

Nolein thinks he gets it then. Part of him doubts it, though now that the blinders have been removed it’s impossible to go backward. 

All those stiff lines–the ones that make up Danilo–they aren’t targetted. Nolein has seen them targetted, and he’s seen the gore Danilo leaves behind once it is. This preparedness was a softer form of violence; protectiveness. 

The horrifying thing about it, is that he knows personally how Audanteian soldiers must abandon that notion after progressing high enough into the ranks. Danilo either relearned it or managed to survive scarring things while keeping it preserved. Both were equally likely. 

Only, that couldn’t have been what Liander meant. Because it didn’t excuse Danilo’s threat, but amplified it. A man, with the skills he’s survived with and a deep urge to protect, would be an unholy manifestation of destruction. 

“Danilo?” Sigrid calls, standing with her book in hand. She steps over one of Moresh’s legs to reach the oval table. “What’s this word?” 

Danilo’s physical focus shifts again.

“What makes you think I know it? You’re better off asking him.” Danilo juts his head in Moresh’s direction. 

“It’s true.” Moresh slurs, still buried in his own book. 

“If I wanted a headache, I’d have asked him. I want an answer I’ll understand.” She says.

“Rude.” Moresh gripes without sounding the least bit offended. 

Looking hesitant, Danilo agrees. They both peer at the book’s page, slowly hashing out the word together to ensure they both understood it. Moresh made no effort to help. 

What piques Nolein’s curiosity, is how Danilo’s guard doesn’t come down. Nor does it remain focused on Nolein. Instead, it angles toward Sigrid as if she posed the threat to begin with. 

So Nolein mulls it over a little longer–mulls over the protective nature and the violence that seems to radiate from him. 

It hits him like someone stuck rocks in the bottom of an empty sack and struck him upside the head. Danilo was protecting them from himself. 

He glances up, blinking dazedly, and meets Liander’s gaze from the redhead’s perch on the banister overhead. Nodding to himself, Liander leaves, knocking on Enzo’s library door. 

It explains the barbarity Nolein reads off Danilo. And it explains why Liander ignores it. Danilo fought daily to keep his cursed edges soft enough for those around him.

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC Camp

The Batfam force Damian to go to summer camp to socialize with kids his own age and have some normal childhood experiences

That’s all well and good, but normal does not describe his cabin’s councilor, one Daniel “for the love of Ancients call me Danny” Fenton

Between the son of the bat and a Fenton, camp is going to be weird