#yes I know he’s trolling

[postapocalypticparenting]

lulz. Literal Roman emperor shit over here.

[felsicveins]

The Brozone reunion tour is going well so far

[phantom-0-writer]

I actually thought of this prompt like forever ago and i rly wanted to write a whole story for it but i couldn't think of a plot that would stick to it and make sense without adding too many outside elements and in my opinion over saturating the story. BUT i do have a bunch of scenes of danny and damian in my head about this also also some danny and other batfam members.

So anyways your order has been delivered...

original prompt: Gotham Academy's Mentorship Program

scene two: tim's arch nemesis

table of contents

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scene 01: damian's not-so-very-bad day

“Father, you wanted to speak with me.” Damian said, trugging into his Father’s study late into the afternoon per Pennyworth’s behest. 

Father looked up from his work at Damian’s arrival, Drake gave him a look of annoyance that Damian returned with a sneer. “Damian.” Father greeted as he reached Father’s work station. “I spoke with your principal earlier today.” Damian huffed and crossed his arms in defiance at whatever accusation he was about to be handed, “Put your frown away, you're not in trouble.” Father chuckled lightly. 

Damian frowned. He was not a child, he did not need to be treated like one. 

“There’s a mentorship program at your school.” Father started, Damian raised an intrigued brow at him. 

Perhaps Father had succeeded in seeing his potential, “Well I suppose I wouldn’t mind mentoring one of the many underlings at the so-called academy.” Damian sighed, letting his arms fall to his side, as he looked up at his Father. 

Father blinked at him, processing what he had said, then glanced at Drake who looked like a fraying rope length away from bursting into laughter. “The mentorship program… it’s for you.” Father tried hesitantly. 

“Yes.” Damian nodded in understanding. 

There was an uncomfortable silence from Father.

“He means that you're the one getting mentored.” Drake laughed at him, shoulders shaking. 

Damian turned to Father. But the denial never came. “What!” Damian couldn’t help scream in outrage. “You want me to get mentored by some hillbilly civilian who can't tell a katana from a wakizashi?” He slammed his hands on Father’s table. 

Father looked at him with disapproval, but said nothing, not caring enough to discipline Damian. 

“Hillbilly civilian.” Drake croaked from the corner of the room, draping himself dramatically over one of the side sofas. 

“You’re to meet him first thing tomorrow when you get to school. Here’s his student profile, if you're interested.” Father handed him a singular paper. 

“Father I do not need-” 

“It’s already been arranged Damian, atleast give it a try.” Father said with a sigh, picking up his files again in a silent dismissal of Damian. 

The paper crumpled slightly as Damian stormed to his room.  

Daniel James Fenton. 

“Let’s see how long you last.” Damian eyed the picture of the smiling teen. 

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“Have a good day at school Masters Tim, Thomas, and Damian.” Pennyworth bid, as they all got out of the car. 

“Later, Alfred.” Thomas waved at the butler as he drove off. 

They all walked in the same direction to enter their classrooms, when Drake stopped him in his path. “Ohoho, and where do you think you’re going Damian?” he asked cheekily.

“Tsk.” He was hoping to be able to make it to his class before the others noticed, then continue to evade the principal and other faculty if need be required. To be foiled so early into his plan, furthermore by Drake, was humiliating. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be in the principal’s office?” Drake continued to smother his victory over Damian. 

“I was just on my way.” He huffed, turning around annoyed. Drake and Thomas snickered as he retreated. 

Damian knocked on the familiar oak doors. “Come in.” Mr. Carson called from the other side. Damian entered, and plopped down on the same chair he sat in every time he had been sent here. “Ah Damian. Goodmorning.” He waited for a reply, but when he realized he wouldn’t be getting one he continued on, “Mr. Fenton should be here any minute, but I’m glad you were able to come here on your own accord.” Mr. Carson talked as he hung up his jacket and took a seat at his chair. 

Damian could only watch the seconds tick by as he sat in that office. He wondered absentmindedly if Fenton didn’t show up would he be free. The knock at the door decimated all hopes Damian had for that. 

“Ah, that must be Mr. Fenton.” Mr. Carson mused out loud, “Come in.” 

Fenton entered the room hesitantly, greeting Mr. Carson with a small smile. Fenton was a scholarship student and held reasonable grades so his intellect was not to be underestimated, though often simply being able to score well on tests did not translate to having adequate life skills. Fenton was taller than Drake, but still average, dark hair, tanned skin, gray-blue eyes. When Damian’s supposed mentor looked at Damian for the first time since he had entered the room, Damian couldn’t help but feel like he was caught in a stare off with a beast. 

The way Fenton examined his surroundings reminded Damian of the League of Assassins. Careful, analytical and tactical. All things Damian had excelled in. But there was something different about Fenton than what Damian had often seen in the League. His eyes were softer than those that had trained Damian. Damian couldn’t understand why his eyes looked like that. 

Fenton smiled at him in a way that was likely meant to be kind, “Hi, you must be Damian. I’m Danny.” He stuck out his hand for Damian to shake. 

Damian did not take the hand, instead he turned to principal Carson, “When can I leave?” He asked board, subtly eying Fenton’s reaction in his peripheral vision. 

“We have to iron out the finer details and the both of you will be free to go until we see each other for our weekly check in every Friday.” Principal Carson started, “Mr. Fenton why don’t you take a seat. 

Undeterred by Damian’s lack of interest, Fenton took a seat. Mr. Carson explained to Fenton his responsibilities as a mentor and what would be expected of him, Fenton in turn nodded along attentively. After his long explanation of the whole program the both of them were free from his office, and excused from classes until lunch to “get to know each other better”.

Damian translated that to having until lunch to show Fenton that he was out of his depth and have him running with his tail between his legs. 

“So…” Fenton drawled trying to buy time to think of something adequate to say no doubt, “How about we go to the library to hang out?” Fenton offered. 

Damian simply huffed in agreement as they made their way to a pair of sofas tucked between the many rows of books. 

“So, Damian, uh, what do you like to do after school?” Fenton asked unoriginally. 

Damian turned so he could meet Fenton eye-to-eye. “Train.” He said honestly. If he plans on scaring him off then leaning into the superficial things he learned in the League would do him well. 

“Oh, you do sports?” Fenton asked inquisitively. Damian was momentarily thrown off by his show of genuine interest in his personal life, but Damian quickly collected himself. Fenton was merely putting on an act to get him to open up, Damian would be a fool to fall for it. 

“No.” He scoffed at the thought of sports, “I train for battle,” He made sure to put as much confidence as he could in his voice. Oftentimes in the past when he had told his peers of his activities they had brushed him off and laughed at him, Damian wondered if Fenton would have a similar reaction. 

“Hardcore.” Fenton nodded in awe.

Damian blinked, “You believe me?” He found himself whispering. 

“Well, yeah.” Fenton responded as if it were the most obvious thing, in fact, he seemed confused as Damian’s bafflement. 

Damian quickly collected himself, “Well of course you should believe me it’s the truth, I’m a highly skilled blade user.” He nodded to himself. 

“Blade user, huh? Do you prefer katanas or wakizashi? Or a classic long sword maybe.” Fenton asked eying Damian as if it would help him find the correct answer. 

“Katanas obviously.” Damian scoffed, “They’re incredibly balanced, strong, and give you incredible control over your attacks. Wakizashi are also a good option if you prefer close combat and if you’re fighting in an area with a lot of obstacles.” Fenton hummed and nodded at his explanation, and Damian found himself continuing, “Long swords are originally from the Bavaria and Switzerland regions during the medieval times-”

[ryssbelle]

Introducing to this jumbled up mess of a family: Lief! Hes actually already made his debut in a comic but he was easy to miss

Hes the stand in for Jades kid from @spjs fic Lost Opportunity which is so good ah, Jade is also their oc and I love her which is why shes here. I'm not gonna spoil anything more tho hehe

Well kind of. I have to explain the guy. I'll put it in the tags for those who wanna read the fic and figure out who Lief is standing in for lol.

Lief doesnt do much in the story up until the 3rd movies storyline, hes kind of just a fun silly guy in the background until then.

He's around the same age as Poppy, so they were in school together, he hangs out a lot with JD, but when JD isn't around he'll go bug Floyd or Branch. Floyd doesnt mind entertaining him but Branch has trouble since Lief is a massive klutz, so hes afraid he'll break something or hurt himself.

[perfectlyfrosty]

*throws this at u*

I think he’s funny

[koppaiterocker]

RIFF ♥︎

[saltwatersweets]

so obsessed with this image of them. i just KNOW baby branch thought that these two were the “cool older brothers”

[iwasbored777]

These are literally the best puns I have ever heard in my life. Fucking genius

[luckanio]

so i read the great gatsby for english

no explanations (i dont even know why i paired these myself, this is purley off of Gut Feelings (though gatsby and tom for tntduo is because of the whole sort of rivalry showed in the Las Nevadas bit) (there was this one tweet i saw from an ao3 author who said that the characters in their fics are not the dsmp but a boiling pot of all the various interpretations of characters that they've seen throughout all fics and artwork and such) (and that's basically me for everyone except technoblade))

nick as c!ranboo daisy as c!tommy gatsby (yes, the great one) as c!wilbur tom as c!quackity wilson as c!tubbo myrtle as michael (yeah, the piglin kid)

[yzomiris]

It's 3 am time to post more Ros content

[pixelatedraindrops]

Funny Yuma and Makoto Scenario

RAINCODE SPOILERS

Yuma disguising himself as his clone to take his place doing his work as Kanai Ward's Leader for the day while Makoto takes a sick leave from overworking.

Yuma, you little prick.

[spaceprinceencie]

A Brief Analysis of Edolon and Sestro

I just recently read the newest update of Vast Error, and I just have to say I love the character parallels that exist between Sestro and Edolon in their fight scenes.

The way that Edolon’s powers of doom seem to work is that they’re empowered in some way by pain. He says to Hamifi that, if she knew him at all, she wouldn’t have hurt him. Previously, he’s also spoken to Serpaz about how pain, when dealt in mass, becomes meaningless. After revealing that to her, he says he “doesn’t expect [her] to know what [he’s] talking about yet” (pg 712). This is an indication that this truth might be a key to her powers of doom too. So, it’s likely Edolon uses pain in some way to empower his doom aspect. 

On the other hand, we have Sestro who tells the copy of the Executive in his head that he’s going to essentially override his physical body to use it past its limits. He’s trained his whole life to be able to use his mind powers even when his body completely shuts down due to strain. We see how terrible that strain can be in Snowbound Blood - where Sestro can pass out and be completely bedridden for days. During this scene, Sestro is far past that level, his body almost resembles a husk when he faces Edolon. 

It’s a parallel of how Edolon is using his powers: they are both burning themselves up to fight. 

For all their differences, Sestro and Edolon share one thing, one thing that has influenced both of them into fighting like that. Generational trauma, passed down by their ancestors. Sestro was raised to run himself ragged just to stand in the Executive’s shadow, to hurt himself to prove his worth. Edolon was almost certainly taught the same, and his aspect might reinforce this behavior even further. Edolon has also learned to tolerate pain for the good of a cause. He lets go of Seinru to fulfill their plans, even though he doesn’t want to lose them. 

Here we have two characters royally screwed over by their ancestors and the system around them, struggling under the weight of generational trauma, and fighting the only way they know how: by hurting themselves to fix things. Two sides of a broken society, both trying to chase change, both burning up in the process, both feeling like they aren’t fully seen, heard, or understood by most people. Two characters, so very alike, carrying such similar burdens, and yet so vastly different at the same time.

[bear-cubs-art-things]

oh hey since everyone's posting art I figured I'd post my branch doodles from over thr last week or so.

As you can see I changed his hair.

[fantasykiri5]

[WIP] hold on I’m cooking

[yolowritter]

My Contribution to April Fool's 2024

Honestly, this came into my head like five minutes ago but I felt I had to share. A crack fic where Lila walks inside the classroom on April 1rst, and sadly announces that her mother was transfered back to Italy and she's leaving France forever. She does it with big, teary eyes, a sad smile, the whole shabang. Naturally, the class throws a last minute farewell party for her. Adrien collapses against the wall from relief, Nino thinks he's sad to see her go, and Marinette decides to draw Lila a whole sketch of the class waving goodbye to her, smiling brightly all the while. How nice of their class president!

Unfortunately...at the tail end of the last period, the door is slammed open, and in strides Lila, with her characteristic "Hi everyone!". Adrien reflexively hisses at her, and Marinette slams her head on the desk hard enough to dent the wood. I- I have no idea how this occured to me, but this scene refused to leave me alone till I wrote abt it. So here you go! It's much funnier if you visualize it, I promise!

[joethehoeee]

Headcanon time! I guess-

Walter hates his birthday.

He has many reasons, one being that he probably dosen't know his real birthday due to the fact the he wasn’t really "born" as a Changeling.

Then of course he never had a reason to be happy about his aging, because he will probably live thousands of years. (As sad as it may sound, he also never had a reason to celebrate that he was alive)

And I think his birthday is a reminder that he will outlive Barbara. Didn't want to be reminded? ok sorry, I think about it every night.

Anyways, about this picture:

Barbara realizes that she never actually knew his birthday and does some research to plan a party for him because apparently Walter never really had a real birthday party. (I don't think he had a good human family, so yeah-)

She decided to do it on the day his familiar should have his birthday because that's easier for her in that moment. (She plans to do it differently next time. She didn’t wanted to ask him and ruin the surprise party.)

But as she surprised him with all their friends/family, he looked really uncomfortable and unsure of the situation. She shrugged it off, just as if he wasn’t used to it but she quickly realized that he really didn’t like it.

After being the center of attention, Walter snapped and hides in the bathroom, having a small break down and a panic attack and barb comforts him.

They work things out and Walter tells her the reason why he had been upset.

I personally think that he still dosen't celebrate it even after Barb begged him to research when his birthday could be. BUT, she still gives him a small present when it's small wallys birthday.