#perhappiness

[dick-the3rd]

Red Hood and the rest of the Bats working together

Nightwing, pointing to a fallen henchmen: Hood, care to explain why is he bleeding from the head?

Red Hood: Don't worry, he's just unconscious. I hit him with a bat

Nightwing: Hood. I don't think-

Red Robin: Wait, with a bat or with a Bat?

Red Hood: For fucks sake. A real bat, like a wooden bat. I didn't throw the gremlin if that's -

Red Robin, now just being a little shit: A wood bat? Like, a wooden batarang?

Red Hood: No, you ass, like a- Wait. Do you think we could do it? Change all of B's batarangs for wooden ones?

Nightwing: Guys...

Red Robin: I mean. Probably? There must be a glaze we could cover the wood to make it stronger right?

Red Hood: And with Ivy covering Gotham in trees every month or so we could find the material easily

Robin: It has the benefits of also being biodegradable

Nightwing: Okay I need the focus back to the bleeding-

Red Hood, nodding: Right, sustentability is trending these days

Red Robin: But we would still need metal ones. What if there's a fire? Also, we can't throw wooden batarangs at Ivy, this is like, throwing dead bodies at a person

Nightwing, now getting interested too: You're right, throwing wood at Ivy would only make things worse, she would get mad and at the end we would only be giving her more ammo since she controls plants and all

Red Hood: So what, half of the batarangs should be wood and the other half metal?

Oracle, who had been listening this since the beginning: No, the proportion wouldn't fit. We haven't been fighting Ivy that many times these days, and with the right coating the wood could become fireproof. If we made everything right, about 10% of the batarangs would need to stay metallic, but the rest could be made of wood.

Robin: We would need to find a way to make the weight right. Unbalanced weapons are more of a liability on the field, doesn't matter how much of a improvement it becomes on other areas

Nightwing: We could try adding some metallic alloy to the glaze, not enough to cover it, but just so the weight between the two isn't so different

Red Hood: But a metallic alloy wouldn't mess with the biodegradability of the thing?

Oracle: Not if it's something natural and unrefined, it's a bit crass but it would work

Red Robin: It's a plan then.

--

A few months later,

Batman, glaring at the batwoodrangs: What the fuck is this

[spearxwind]

What if you 🫵 sent me oc asks so I can answer them tomorrow

[77ngiez]

also considering changing my url again

[tiredofsatansbullshit]

AO3 Fic Rec List 2 - DC - Batfam

This one is only Jason and Damian met in the League of Assassins fics because I like them so much. (there probably will be more of this)

It's Just Me and Your Ghost by dancingsweetheart129

He never wanted to be in this position, standing on a roof top, helmet on, facing his father.

But desperate times called for desperate measures, and no matter how invulnerable he thought he was, if he couldn’t get through Sionis’ warehouse, Damian would die. And he was not taking that chance.

“You wanted to talk, Red Hood?” Batman asked, and the Robin beside him tilted his head. Jason had seen the kid work, he was like a computer. He was an expert and standing to the side and taking in enough information to solve a problem, better than Bruce ever had. If anyone had a chance of figuring out who he was, it was Robin.

“I need your help.” Jason finally admitted, his voice distorted through his helmet. “I know you and I aren’t exactly friends, but my hands are tied.”

“What do you need?” Batman asked, voice even and careful. He wasn’t a fan of the Red Hood, not with his guns and general stance on killing and violence. Jason wouldn’t hesitate to put a bullet in someone’s head if they deserved it.

“Black Mask ambushed me yesterday,” Jason admitted. “He took my kid, and I need to get him back.”

Jason raises Damian in Gotham, but when Black Mask kidnaps the kid to get back at the Red Hood, Jason has no choice but to ask the Bats (who don't know who he really is) for help.

1 Chapter, 3 692 Words, Complete.

The Bond of Blood is Nothing Compared To Love by Sleepypapaya

What if Jason and Damian met in the League? What if they were brothers?

A series showing a world where Jason and Damian first met in the League. When they are both in Gotham, they don't tell any of the Bats about the fact that they know each other quite well.

4 Works, 9 812 Words, Incomplete.

the truth more first than sun by Ellergrine

Life gave Jason Todd a second chance, let him come back from the dead, and made him an older brother in the process. He’s not going to waste the opportunity.

A little girl stops Red Hood on patrol and asks for his help, she has to do an English assignment on her hero and wants to ask him some questions.

1 Chapter, 2 204 Words, Complete.

Nothing in This World Can Change by RandomReader13

Damian's being picked on at school. Jason calls in the big guns.

Jason calls Talia in to deal with the fact that Damian is getting picked on at school. After, the three of them get lunch together.

1 Chapter, 2 151 Words, Complete.

Catch Up by DragonflyxParodies

Dick has an epiphany.

Dick realizes that Jason and Damian knew each other before Damian arrived in Gotham.

1 Chapter, 308 Words, Complete.

She Had Me at Damian by sahlo_folina

Jason and Damian after the Batman: Death in The Family movie. (I know it's not meeting in the LOA but still)

1 Chapter, 1 029 Words, Complete.

I Saw You In A Dream by sleepypapaya

Damian hurts. Every inch of his skin burning, and someone is yelling, and then—

And then it's all calm. Strong arms surround him. A voice hums against his hair. He is safe. He is safe, but there is blood. The humming stops, and Damian looks into once-green eyes, vacant in death. The arms are locked around him, and they are cold, but he can't escape.

His protector is dead.

He wakes up crying

Damian is hit with fear toxin and remembers that he and Jason knew each other before.

1 Chapter, 1 177 Words, Complete.

Estranged by Perhappiness

They never talk about it. The first time they met, Jason was a shell of a person and Damian was too young to comprehend what was being shown to him. The real, first time they met, the age had already been beaten into Damian and Jason was a bitter version of himself. The first time they really saw each other was amongst an ocean of shame and regret. After that they kept their distance. There’s no repairing what never existed

or

Damian's and Jason's relationship across the years.

1 Chapter, 2 686 Words, Complete.

I'm a Sinner, I'm a Saint by dancingsweetheart129

“Robin, what happened?” “He shot himself,” Damian choked out, finally managing to find his breath. “Are you hurt?” Damian bit his lip and shook his head, but he couldn’t speak. Not without bursting into tears. He had been trying so hard, he was good now. He didn’t kill, he did the right thing- “I’m taking him back to my place, he’s fine, just needs some space,” Jason said, his hands grasping Damian by the shoulders and hauling him to his wobbly legs. “Robin, can you walk?” And Damian was loath to admit it, but no, he didn’t think he could. His whole body was shaking, and he felt like a weight about to drop. He shook his head. “Okay, Bud, let’s get you home,” Jason sighed, hefting Damian up into his arms instead. “I’m not far from here.”

Ooc for Damian but I love it. Shows more of Damian being a kid and having to deal with the bad side of being a vigilante.

1 Chapter, 1 150 Words, Complete.

[sonicattos]

what are your main disability headcanons when it comes to the sonic characters(it can be any of em or multiple)

I’m curious(if you’ve already answered something like this can you link the post)

most characters are autistic (team sonic, dark, rose, etc.) or otherwise neurodivergent

sonic has chronic pain and maybe chronic fatigue, selectively mute (used to be fully mute, but forced himself to talk), has tourette’s, dissociates (did?),

tails has narcolepsy and some type of muscle dystrophy in her legs (she uses her tails, tech, or a wheelchair to move around), perhappies she uses her miles electric to talk due to mutism, is dyslexic

amy is partially blind in color and general vision

shadow is autoimmune, has chronic pain, some sort of disability (maybe cerebral palsy) that makes it a little harder for them to walk (air shoes help), selectively mute, has dissociative identity disorder, etc

knux is hard of hearing

blaze is selectively mute, has chronic pain and fatigue

i have more but can’t think of anything else in specific

[makotoscoffee]

I forgor I have this Amanda playlist... @tiredeyes1975 @tex7862 perhappy it is of interest...

[timeworncalamity]

✨✨✨ sending more bc i am looking so mucj. Ur oc facts hand them over

I haven’t gave any Vin facts yet so perhappies I will give him the spotlight.

Vin’s actual name is Pollux and he has a “twin” brother named Castor. Once upon a time these two where actually one being known as Gemini. Gemini was the first Time Worn to touch down on the planet and they are the reason the planet is the way it is today.

Vin was actually framed for the murder of another Time Worn and because of this deemed unstable and sealed away in the bottom of the ocean for Y E A R S. While he is sealed away his body gets fucked up and his mind is broken, all he can think about is revenge.

When he finally escapes his prison his only goal is finding his brother Castor and deleting him from the face of the planet. Castor on the other hand has other plans for Vin and actually needs him alive.

Fun fact at the end of the story Vin has actually formed a nice little relationship with Ashi and they work together and help each other out.

[scenedoghell]

Cassius animation? Perhappy.

[ghostwwriter]

honakanamafuichi moodboard perhappies :3

gladly :) i love how this one turned out actually

[intoaplacewherethoughtscanbloom]

Querida Vida

Chego aqui de novo, devagarinho, de cabeça baixa e pedindo desculpas por essa carta que muitas vezes escrevi em tom tão cruel com você.

Peço desculpas e novamente licença para dizer que as coisas não andam fáceis. Saí agorinha da análise, e fiquei pairando nos pensamentos antes de tomar a decisão de caminhar até aqui, sentar-me e por-me a escrever.

Você sabe, Vida, que eu só me coloco aqui despida nas palavras quando eu já não aguento mais. As vezes de forma tímida, com poucos caracteres revoltados, e as vezes com longas cartas. Acho que essa é uma delas. Eu venho vivendo, e quando paro para pensar nisso acho que só vivi dessa forma esse tempo todo, a coisa mais louca. Tenho estado de coração apertado, incomodado, machucado. E você sabe de tudo isso. Sabe por que quando eu te tive de volta, naquele suspiro que quase foi o final, eu lembrei por quê é tão bom te ter aqui. E não duvido disso em momento algum. (só nesses dos incômodos impossíveis) Tenho ficado numa salmoura insustentável. Não estou feliz, e vou seguindo tentando encontrar o meu perhappiness. Tomei decisões que jamais achei que tomaria, e hoje, sentada aqui num sofá descolado em pinheiros, percebo o que eu quero.

Tenho sonhado muito, e de leve me aproximo de possibilidades e tentativas (frustradas muitas vezes) de recuperar você para mim. Você Vida que se faz casa, se faz corpo, se faz tesão, se faz alegria, se faz angústia, e se faz exagero.

Hoje me peguei pensando nas minhas intensidades, e na voracidade que eu tenho. De engolir tudo por inteiro sem nem mastigar. Incorporar esse prazer dentro de mim e não deixar ele escapar. Fantasio com um rapaz interessante entrando pela porta e me encantando. Fantasio com uma casa minha. Aquela que eu quase consegui.

Eu percebo vida que eu tinha que ter ido embora. Tinha mesmo. E não fui por que sou teimosa, ou insegura. Talvez mais insegura mesmo, e por que não dizer burra?

é assim que ando me sentindo, Vida. Pedi um suco de maçã para refrescar a alma, e ele não adoçou meu azedume.

E ai, esse homem encantado aparece. Puff. Me revira por que eu sou completamente revirável. A bagunça acontece num sopro. Me enche inteira de um não-sei-que-bálsamo de ansiedade e alegria. Caio de novo nessa fantasia de que você vai entrar pela porta, vai sorrir de um jeito doce, e me fazer pensar em nada. Deixar leve.

Mas é isso Vida, o que vem acontecendo. Eu me sinto encurralada, apertada num cantinho sem saber para onde ir. A sensação que eu fico é que eu tenho que escolher um dos dois e eu não consigo. Que nem quando meus pais faziam essa cena. Qualquer escolha é uma grande perda. Pensando bem, não é. Mas eu fico sentindo que sim.

Quero poder fazer isso com tranquilidade e serenidade.

[dick-the3rd]

maybe, this is how it started

Tim remember reading a book when he was very young. It was a kid's book, probably the only time he ever read something age appropriate (and only because his parents were yet to decide they were too rich to have Timothy to go to the same classes everyone his age did. So.)

He doesn't remember much about the book. Doesn't even remember what prompted him to pick it up in the first place, but he remembers the important bits.

The story was about a boy, younger than Tim had been at the time. The boy didn't knew much about the world. He knew about his parents, and his street, and his cousin's houses. He knew he liked sweets and hated broccoli, and this was his world.

One day, his parents sat with him in the dinner and told he was a big boy now and he should go to school. There he would learn about the world and he would learn how to read so he could learn even more about the world.

To Tim's surprise, the boy was happy to go to school. It didn't usually went like this in the stories, and Tim was pleased by the change. He kept reading.

That night, the boy went to bed and looked at the ceiling and thought 'why should I learn how to read?' (What a stupid question, Tim remembers thinking). The boy had lived long six years without reading, and he knew plenty about the world!

All he had to do was ask and people would explain it to him. He would go to school, like his parents wanted, and learn about the world, but he doubted reading would make much of a difference.

He slept like this.

Next day, the boy woke up and went to school. It had lots of new people, and most teachers were nice, except maybe for Mrs Daisy, who looked like she was mad all the time.

That first day the boy learnt the letter A.

On his way back, he looked at the streets like he never saw it before. How was it that he had never seen the letter A before? It was everywhere!!

The next day, he learn the letter B, and again, he was surprised to see how much of it there was in the world. And so did the story go on.

Tim doesn't remember the end. He doesn't even know if that was the point of the book or not, but he remember going to bed and thinking about it.

How the boy only recognized the letters after he learnt them.

How much Tim was missing about the world just because he simply didn't know? How much was ignorance costing him?

Every night after that Tim went to sleep wondering about the things he hasn't learn yet. But he would.

Maybe this was the beginning.

[pequenostatuajes]

Por JonBoy, hecho en Manhattan. http://ttoo.co/p/213640

[officiallittletattoos]

By JonBoy, done at JonBoy Tattoo, Manhattan. http://ttoo.co/p/213640

[tatuajespequenos]

Por JonBoy, hecho en JonBoy Tattoo, Manhattan. http://ttoo.co/p/213640

[gonza-music]

My 1st mini album. I called it “Perhappiness”. Find it on Soundcloud https://soundcloud.com/ibrahimusic/sets/perhappiness

[505bookshop]

PERHAPPINESS

sol-te - Leminski