#thread: todd

[breakagain-writes]

@deepinthedarkworld

Todd: You awake?

[kittykatninja321]

No but truly one thing we don’t talk about enough in regard to Jason is the embarrassment of it all. Part of why Jason reacted so strongly to not being avenged is because he really and truly believed in Bruce and thought the world of him and to be let down like that is embarrassing. To die like that is humiliating, to once again be forced to survive on the streets is humiliating, to have to live as a shell of yourself for years is humiliating, and then getting your mind back only to immediately be presented with evidence that your death didn’t change anything is the biggest humiliation of them all. Jason really thought that his death would be enough to change Bruce. That Bruce would choose him over his moral code. To be proven wrong about that is deeply deeply embarrassing

[breakagain-writes]

The more she opened her mouth the less sympathy he felt for her in the situation. "Whatever you did it for, I'm sorry, but what I do after you don't get to have an opinion on. At least you don't get to tell me," Todd shrugged. The longer he stayed the worse this was getting. "Feel how you want but keep it to yourself, Charlotte. You don't get to dictate how I feel because I didn't sit waiting for your call." And maybe he should have waited, but he didn't purposefully seek out what he was finding with Amara. It was just happening and he couldn't apologize for that. "But you're right. I need to go because this is not doing us any good," he threw up his hands as if giving up and began to walk out the door.

"You sure about that?" The words slipped from her lips before she had a chance to stop them. Now that they were said, though, she decided to add, "you moved on rather fast." She didn't think he had gone behind her back during their relationship, no. She had not seen any signs to secret texting or him staying out late without her. Whatever this new deal was, she believed it had happened after the breakup. Or he was a damn good liar and a damn good actor. "I might have decided to break up with you because of my own insecurities but I did not break up with you so you could find someone else." Still holding the door open for him, she was sure her neighbours were having real fun listening in on this. "I'm sorry for leaving you, I really am. I wish everyday that I could take that back, believe me. But clearly what I did didn't bring hell for you, just new pussy." She let out a soft, cold laugh. "It doesn't matter anymore. Just go. We're done. Clearly."

[superbat-lmao]

Tim and Jason go on a roadtrip.

It’s not entirely intentional.

It starts as a case, both of them following separate leads and ending up scheduling their takedown of the operation at the same time. They literally stumble into each other and Tim gets a good wack in before realizing it’s Jason.

The reason they stumble into each other is because the case isn’t in Gotham.

Jason, who has been piecing shell companies together through physical evidence, had driven to all of the stops along the way because hunting down a digital paper trail looked like it would’ve taken too much time.

Tim, who figured hacking wouldn’t take as long as it did, but eventually found the main base of operations, had taken a flight out for the final pieces of evidence.

When the op is finished, Jason takes Tim back to his hotel, because he actually has a place he’s staying and didn’t go straight for the base. They’re both kinda beat up and have a couple more threads to work through to tie their respective information together, so they stay at the hotel for another day.

There is little small talk, but not none. Jason says he’ll go get coffee from the lobby. Tim says that stuff is always shitty and Jason makes fun of him for being able to rank hotel chains based on their coffee quality. Tim just says that’s because Jason isn’t as well traveled as he is. Jason laughs in his face, saying with all the time he spent abroad, he’s sure he’s been around more than Tim.

They talk about domestic work they’ve done too, places they’ve been for cases between here and Gotham. Trying to one-up the other in terms of experience. Jason even mentions cases he worked back in his Robin days, which Tim recognizes from his stalker days of following their busts in other states.

They really believe that’s all they have to say on the matter. Jason even offers to drop Tim off at the airport. But by then, they’ve also discussed how neither of them have anything pressing back in Gotham. How they had each planned on taking a few days after this op to reset a bit.

Tim asks which way Jason is taking back to Gotham and critiques it. Tells him to stop by different towns and check out things that Jason laughs at him for mentioning. They snipe at each other the whole time, and before they really realize it, they’re on the road.

The whole thing is begrudgingly happening. They’re siblings, there’s a fair amount of fighting. There’s minimal “emotional” conversation, but it’s there. Unavoidable in how they each bumble through each other’s trauma. They stop at tourist traps, listen to shitty radio stations, they tell stories of previous cases and places they’ve been with friends, small family diners, switching off driving, aiming for potholes to catch air, sleeping in the back seat, driving under the stars, sleeping in shitty motels, buying their siblings joke souvenirs.

They talk about Titans tower, the pit, Shelia, Bruce. They judge Discowing and Damian. Jason asks about Steph, Tim asks about Catherine. It’s small snippets of thoughts about the most meaningful things. They are dancing around it and also finally talking about it. Getting it all out in the open.

When they get back to Gotham, it changes a lot of small things. They still hash it out occasionally, but everyone notices the change. How much more casual they are around each other, hanging out off-hours more often, working together on more ops.

They’re brothers and they act like it.

[johanna-517]

"The Red Thread"

(Yandere!Batfam x Female Reader)

—Prologue:

The Red Thread of Destiny... It's a thin red thread tied to one of your fingers, while the other end is tied to someone else's finger. It's the thread that binds you to your destined love, your soulmate, your other half—everyone calls them by different names... But in the end, it's still the same: the red thread binds you to your destined partner.

It sounds incredible, doesn't it? That at some point in your life, out of nowhere, you notice a thin red thread magically appear tied to one of your fingers. And then... The other end of the thread is tied to the true love of your life, the person destined for you.

All you have to do is wait patiently for your red thread to appear, and then wait for this magical thread to show you who your soulmate is. And once you meet him... Everything will be perfect. Because it is, it should be. The Red Thread is perfect, and it brings everyone the luck of finding their destined partner.

So, no one has to worry about love. When that incredible red thread appears, it will show you the perfect person to be your love.

The Red Thread not only unites couples, not only unites two people... It unites souls, it unites hearts, it unites lives.

Because no bond will ever be stronger than the red thread. The indestructible red thread that ties you to your destined partner for the rest of your life.

Once it appears, it never goes away, because nothing and no one will ever be able to destroy something that destiny itself was responsible for uniting.

Absolutely everyone waits with patience, curiosity and enthusiasm for the Red thread to appear and unite them with their soulmate.

And you did it too since you were little, smiling broadly before bed as you imagined who your soulmate would be. Your heart beat with joy just imagining that in the future you would meet the person destined for you, your soulmate, your true love.

The years passed, and finally, when you were 19, it finally happened, the Red thread you had waited so long for was on your finger.

But wait... Why is there more than one thread? There are five different red threads tied to your fingers; the five fingers on your left hand each have a red thread. Why? How is this possible?

It was strange... You never heard of someone with more than one red thread of fate, and you had not one or two, but five, it was totally unexpected.

But it all got worse when you realized... The five red threads you had connected you to every single one of Gotham's vigilantes; Batman, Robin, Red Hood, Red Robin, even Nightwing!

How is this possible? Your mind spins, panicking to discover who your soulmates are, the ones you're connected to by the Red String. And you also feel nervous, not knowing what to do.

All you want to do is hide under a rock so they'll never find you. But... It's too late. They already know you're the woman the Red Thread binds them to.

And unfortunately for you... None of them are willing to let you go, ever.

You are their soulmate, you are their destiny, you are meant for them and nothing you do changes that.

You belong with them.

❦: (Well... This idea for a new series came to me out of nowhere, and I thought it was interesting, so I wanted to write it. I hope you liked it.)

[shxfting]

he smirks at her amendment, more amused than he should be. “i do think it’s more rare, but i’m probably also the odd one out in my family. i know my wife believes in them. i’m sure my daughter does too, or would lean much more that way than no ghosts.”

"I don't think that's a terribly uncommon belief. Actually, I think belief in ghosts is becoming less and less common. Except for those who have had this misfortune of living in haunted houses. Or allegedly haunted, as it were."

[greenribbonred]

one of my favorite headcanons is skilled chef jason (it's burned into my mind at this point) alongside latino!jason and asian!tim.

tim can make enough basic dishes to hold himself over— really any vegetables that haven't wilted and jasmine rice in his instant pot. occasionally, he'll make the effort to get all of the ingredients for kimchi jjigae. if he really wants to take his time then he'll make yukgaejang. growing up he didn't need to make food for himself often. the staff the drakes hired made sure he had three meals a day. the food was delicious, but if tim had to admit it, it didn't compare to the times when his mother would make food. the food wasn't anything special either- she would made simple rabokki or instant noodles (with only the slightest squeeze of the sauce packet) when he would whine before bed.

jason on the other hand grew up cooking a variety of rice dishes in a well loved pot. rice in bulk was cheap and so he learned early on how to dress it up. most of his cooking knowledge he picked up from neighbors or his trips to the latin market. sancocho became a weeknight staple, especially in the hardest times for the todds financially, alongside arroz con gandules and picadillo de carne. the affectionate look catherine gave him when he served a hot plate to her was priceless. food was a necessity, but also a way a means of communication between them. catherine wasn't much of a cook, she preferred baking. the days when she had the energy she would make one of jason's favorite treats— quesitos.

it's become an unspoken rule between the two men; keep the places they occupy stocked with rice at all times. whenever either has a rough patrol, the other will start making rice. tim stays true to his instant pot and jason still prefers using a pot to this day, even if he's adapted his childhood recipes to a rice cooker.

it's been this way for so long neither of them can remember who started it first. somewhere along the line they began to learn each other's recipes. jason keeps a variety of sauces and vegetables for banchan stocked in his fridge; tim keeps sofrito, plantains, pigeon peas and whatever else he's managed to memorized from jason's pantry.

no matter who decides to cook at the end of the day, there is sure to be rice.

[bishonenvoicedbyadyke]

in fiction i love love love the "master/slave" dynamic but with a hegelian twist. when the master is relying so much on the servant for survival and self conceptualisation he is effectively completly dependent on him. and from the dependence springs subservience... but also the servant has been completly consumed by his role his only solace is the pleasure he takes holding power over someone who was supposed to be dominating him :)

[ri-afan]

Bout to leave for work but this hit the brain after reading a twin fic on here:

Danny is Damien’s twin, but it’s fraternal. Damien only knows his sister and has mourned quietly for her.

Danny, trans, does his life and death in Illinois as per usual. There’s some ghost-meeting with Phantom for whatever but Danny’s just got eyes for his brother and Damien is like — but I don’t have a brother, I have a sister named ______. Danny’s like, yeah, no, I’m a guy, but good news, you gained a(couple)nother sister(s)!

Why didn’t Danny try find him? Idk, that could go many ways like memory issues/self-suppression due to ✨trauma✨ and by the time he gets it and goes to get research done he finds Damien died (Talia and the Clone) and was waiting/searching for his ghost while he’s scrambling with his halfa-status and it’s a whole wreck until finally —

[wondersimp]

Jason: So yeah, I’ve been permanently scarred (both physically and mentally) by a traumatic event as a kid.

Never really been the same after, even went through a bad phase where I was aggressively hunting down this one kid. It’s fine though we’re cool now, pretty much family. Most of it stemmed from beef with my dad anyway.

Honestly,the entire family’s kinda messed up. The only stable member just does what they can and sometimes makes us tea.

Zuko:

Jason: Lol just another Tuesday, amirite?

Zuko:…That’s rough buddy

*Zuko later goes on a life changing journey with each member. Eventually his last name’s been permanently changed to Wayne.

He has no idea when or how this happened. City hall won’t change it back.*

(Uncle Iroh also has weekly tea sessions with Alfred. )

[breakagain-writes]

@deepinthedarkworld

The original plan was to go back to Amara's right away after he talked to Charlotte but when he got in his car there was so much weighing on him, he ended up going to grab a drink. He felt guilty. Guilty for hurting Charlotte even if it wasn't intentional. Guilty for complicating things for Amara. Wondering how she would feel when he told her what had happened. That one drink ended up being more and while he wasn't out of it, it was enough to have an effect. Todd decided to walk back to her place, hoping it would sober him up enough. His knocks were quiet, the later hour than he ever meant it to be.

[konakoro]

Had a girl next to me cringing and talking aloud during the movie and it made me have the very sudden realization –

Is Bloodlines really a lot of people's FIRST Final Destination movie? You mean to tell me most people don't know about the tanning bed sequence from 3 or the gymnastics death from 5? YOU PEOPLE DON'T KNOW WHO BLUDWORTH/TONY TODD IS????

[warrior-of-storms]

Carrie's interpretation of "good soldier" as the highest praise Batman can offer, the thing he says when he's claimed you as his own vs Jason’s interpretation of "good soldier" as an indictment, proof that he was nothing more than a soldier, evidence that Bruce doesn't care, maybe never did

[jabberwockprince]

Who in ur pfp they kinda hot

Dylan Springbell, a minor character from an old webcomic (2010s) called Todd Allison & the Petunia Violet, who makes extremely fuckin funny faces and basically defined my teenage years

he's this kind of brash and very outspoken, combative violinist and a childhood friend of the protagonist and her brother. shows up pretty late in the webcomic but it's always such a treat to see him, like. look at his introduction

the webcomic follows these two neighbours, Petunia and Todd Allison, and their daily struggles in early 20th century Australia. Petunia, described as a very ordinary but perky girl, is fascinated with Todd Allison, pretty much the weirdest, most interesting guy in the world to her, and who works for the government investigating a terrorist named Violet

I want to stress the fact that most of the cast are poc, with the protagonist and most of the people in her life being aboriginal australian. which doesn't seem like much now, but back in the early 2010s this shit was revolutionary, especially because one of the themes the comic openly tackles is the racism and oppression indigenous ppl and other poc experience, the communities these minorities form to support each other, and feelings of resentment, hatred and displacement born from these aggressions

but its also full of whimsy and really funny, slice-of-life moments <3

there's a lot of characters but the main cast is very strong, every character is so unique and make very good first impressions.

the artstyle does change a lot throughout the whole thing, but listen. the fuckin covers. the paneling. the vibes. look look, these are just a few examples i had saved on my laptop

however. the webcomic is unfinished (there's only 17 chapters) and its been presumably abandoned by its author, nozmo. every single site that the comic was hosted on, including archives ran by fans here on tumblr (@tapvfans and @tapvarchive) are defunct or abandoned pretty early. the only way you can read it is through the wayback machine here

I've been archiving the main story, the sidestories and extra pages/zines for awhile now because this webcomic means a lot to me even a decade later, and so that ppl can have an easier time reading it, but i've only archived up to chapter 8 or so orz

anyway, if it caught your eye, I deffo recommend it. it was such a hidden gem <3

[johanna-517]

"The Red Thread"

(Yandere! Batfam x Female Reader)

—Chapter 1:

"Once upon a time... There was a beautiful princess with long hair and bright eyes, she was sweet and kind. That young princess lived happily, waiting patiently and excitedly for the love of her life; her soul mate. She dreamed of a polite and attractive prince, one who was so kind and sweet but at the same time protective and intelligent."

"The young princess gazed at the moon from her balcony every night, letting out small sighs of love and longing. She politely asks the moon that her beloved prince will soon arrive, that the red thread will finally appear on one of her fingers and lead her to meet her destined man. She asks for it every night; her longing and excitement never fade. She has infinite faith that the magical red thread will finally appear and unite her with the most handsome prince possible."

"So... After a few months, it finally happens. The beautiful princess wakes up, and sees the thin red thread wrapped around her pinky finger. Finally, fate is ready to show her her destined match; the prince of the neighboring kingdom."

Your eyes sparkled with excitement as soon as you heard that the princess finally had her red string of fate. "Great! What happens next? Tell me, Mom" you asked, your expression filled with curiosity as you leaned closer to your mother.

She smiles widely at the excitement and curiosity in your eyes, and reaches out to lightly stroke your hair, while her other hand continues to hold the storybook.

"In the end... The princess and the prince fell in love instantly, the red thread that tied them together making them both so happy. They got married, and lived happily ever after. The End"

Upon hearing the happy ending, you couldn't help but clap softly with joy. All stories about the red thread of fate always have happy endings, and of course this one would be no exception. This was just one of the many children's stories about the magical red thread of fate.

And this might seem like fiction, mere fantasy... But it wasn't. The red thread did exist in real life, and it was something almost magical, and completely special, so everyone longed to have it.

"Mom, I want to meet my prince too! I want the red string to appear soon and show me my soulmate!" You exclaimed, jumping happily on the bed.

Then your father enters the room, chuckling softly at the sight of you jumping on the bed like that. He already knew how much you loved stories about the red thread of fate.

"Not now, princess. You're too little... You'll meet your soulmate in the future when you're older. For now, you don't need the red string. Just focus on getting a good night's sleep, my little princess." He smiles, approaching you and helping you lie down on the bed, covering you with the blanket.

You pouted, wanting to complain, but stopped when your father gave you a small kiss on your cheek, and then your mother gave you a kiss on your other cheek as well.

They both say goodbye, wishing you goodnight, and turn off the light. You snuggle up comfortably against your pillows, cuddling your favorite stuffed animal as you finally close your eyes, drifting off into a deep sleep.

You slowly open your eyes and see that everything around you is completely dark. You look around, but you can't see anything at all.

You look down, noticing a thin red thread wrapped around one of the fingers of your left hand. Your eyes widen in surprise when you notice it.

Curious, you try to follow the red thread, wondering where it will lead. But everything remains completely black; you can't see the other end of the thread.

"Why is this happening?" you asked quietly to yourself. However, suddenly, you felt the red thread on your finger tug at you, pulling you in a specific direction.

You try to avoid it, you try to free yourself from the thread, but you can't. It remains tightly tied to you and continues to drag you, until finally... You feel like you're falling into the void, everything is still dark, you feel like you're falling down an endless cliff.

And finally... You wake up.

Your breathing is slightly labored, with cold sweat running down your forehead.

You quickly reach out and turn on the light in your room. You take a deep breath, trying to calm down a bit.

"Ah... This strange nightmare again." You sigh softly, running one of your hands through your messy hair.

You're definitely tired of this kind of thing. You have no idea why, but you tend to have at least one strange nightmare about the red string every week.

Your nightmares range from the red thread dragging you off a cliff, to the red thread wrapping itself around you and trapping you, to even once dreaming that one end of the red thread chased you and tied itself around your finger.

"It's... Ridiculous." You let out a small, irritated huff, not understanding why these nightmares about the red thread keep coming back.

But you obviously don't plan on wasting time worrying about silly dreams. So you decide to turn the light off again and go back to sleep.

After all, tomorrow is your 19th birthday, you need a good night's sleep to wake up in a great mood on such an important day as tomorrow.

—•✾•—

Today is your birthday, as soon as you wake up your mom and dad are already in your room, singing the happy birthday song for you.

You smile widely as you get out of bed, hugging your parents as they continue to wish you a happy birthday.

Ah... Definitely nothing will ever be better than this. Your life is perfect simply because you have your parents, the two most important people in your entire life.

They have taken care of showering you with love all these years, they have raised you in the best way possible, and they have given you a peaceful and happy life.

You've always felt like nothing else matters if you have them... Because you know, they'll always be there for you. Because you'll always be Daddy's adorable princess, and you'll always be Mommy's sweet little girl.

The day goes by peacefully. Your parents take you shopping to buy you whatever you want, then you go to a nice restaurant to eat, you enjoy your birthday cake, and you spend the rest of the afternoon celebrating with your friends.

Once again, a perfect birthday like the ones before. It's always nice when you spend time with your family, and you definitely love celebrating with your friends too. They're so much fun and you always have a good time around them.

The day is finally over. After celebrating as much as possible, it's finally nighttime, and it's time to rest. You're in your room, getting ready for bed.

At one point, your gaze wanders out the window. You catch a glimpse of the bright moon outside, and you can't help but stare at it for a moment.

As you gaze at the moon, you remember one of the stories your mother used to tell you when you were little, about the princess who prayed to the moon every night to have her red thread soon so she could meet her destined love. In the end, she succeeds and meets a prince, her destined love.

You know it's a children's story, but... You can't help but be a little curious, so you decide to try the same thing as the princess in the story.

You move closer to the window, sighing softly, your eyes still fixed on the moon.

"Moon... Please, let me discover who my red thread is soon. Show me soon who is destined for me, please..." you murmured softly, closing your eyes for a moment, imagining the day when the long-awaited red thread of destiny finally appears on your finger.

Even if you've had those strange nightmares about the red thread, it never affected your great enthusiasm and curiosity to finally find your red thread.

Two of your friends already have it, and you've seen them very happy together with their destined partners.

On top of everything else... Your main and best perspective on the red thread of destiny is thanks to your parents. They, too, are connected by the red thread.

And definitely... Your parents are a prime example of the perfect couple. Since you were little, you've absolutely adored how great they look together.

Seeing their excellent relationship is what fills you with excitement to find a love similar to the one they have.

You truly long to feel the trust, love, and appreciation your parents have for each other. You hope the red thread will soon show you your true love.

"I would like... My destined partner to be tall and attractive, and I also want him to have beautiful blue or green eyes." You asked softly, smiling broadly as you continued to imagine what your destined partner could look like.

"I want... Someone who is very intelligent, who is strong, who loves animals, who loves coffee as much as I do."

You continued to muse quietly, an amused smile on your lips. You looked away for a moment, catching sight of the small drawing you'd left on your desk. It was of a bat, and you only made it for your homework.

"Oh... And make it like a bat too!" you joked, laughing lightly as you finally moved away from the window.

You thought it would be fun to wander around in thoughts about what your destined partner will be like, but it's already late, so you decide to leave things there and finally go to sleep, thus ending the day.

❦: (Here's chapter 1. I hope you enjoyed it. I'm using a translator to write this in English, so I apologize for any mistakes. If you have any questions about the story, feel free to ask. :D)

[arguablysomaya]

jason texting dick the morning of Christmas

(insp. by this)