Every Character I Love ♥ Slade Wilson (deathstroke), Dcu. ↳ “i’ve Never Failed Before When I

I’ve decided Damian doesn’t play the violin based on things like observation and information about period instruments.

Because it looks like that one appearance of a “violin” in his possession is actually a viol, or viola da gamba! They were incredibly popular during the Renaissance, though they faded into obscurity and instead the violin family ended up being more well-known (mostly because they were naturally louder and better suited to concerts than viols, which were meant mostly for playing at home for your family and friends). The only exception is the double bass, which is actually a member of the viol family! and still a popular instrument!

Generally, you would never play one viol alone — you’d play one of several different sizes of viol together, making up what was called a “consort” of viols. It looks like Damian’s is a tenor viol, which was the most popular size, and fit tidily in the lap!

Anyway the idea of Damian playing an instrument that’s designed to be played with others during a time in his life when he simultaneously craved acceptance and love and rejected any help seems very fitting and appropriate to me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

the new suit is nice and everything but when will the finger stripes come back from war??

thinking about dick grayson again....

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* body language masterlist

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* 550 words to say instead of fuckin said

* 638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

* some more body language help

(hope this helps some ppl)

Pick A Song

"You're alone," said his step-mother, a wicked smile on her lips.

"They will come." But Nico wasn't sure.

He walked in, Hazel was in the living room, reading a book, Frank was at his side, sitting straight, in a different chair than Hazel, too nervous.

"Leo and Jason?"

"They will come."

Hazel sighed, patting at his side, where Nico sat, burying his fingers on his tights.

Being in a polyamory relationship was hard, especially when his family mocked him about that, even Hazel, sweet and caring, looked at him weirdly.

"Nico, dad is expecting you, he's in his office."

Bianca was standing, avoiding his eyes, walking away when Nico passed at her side, his heart still aching.

"None of your boys came."

"They're late, Leo is working, soon he will get a patent, the youngest boy getting one."

Nico's voice was angry, the teasing in his father's tone infuriating him, the words dripping venom.

"And Jason, his father still spoiling him? at least Valdez has his own money"

"The scholarship of Jason isn't a gift"

Mr. di Angelo waved, standing from his desk, walking to the dining room, where the rest of the family was waiting.

Thanks to god, only his sisters, father, and step-mother were there, but he was expecting Jason and Leo, the family wouldn't be so mean in their presence.

He could fake an emergency, though, Leo burning something, Jason injured, an imaginary pet dying.

While he considered causing an accident, the doorbell rang, the heart of Nico pumping, he almost ran to open the door, Leo and Jason on the door.

"Sorry, babe, Superman got stuck at the laundry."

Nico hugged Leo, breathing deeply, kissing his jaw, barely crying, feeling safe with his boys.

"Hi, Neeks, I'm really sorry."

Jason was holding a bouquet, a shy smile, bitting the little scar on his face, reaching Nico's hand, interweaving their fingers, kissing them.

"At least you're here."

This is made exclusively to punish Alexander Hamilton for getting this song stuck in my head.

“You’re my best friend” were Dick’s words. He could never decide if he took comfort in them or not, unsure of the context in which his soulmate would say them. As he got older, he learned to love them. The words stretched up his right leg, and his mom had told him it meant his soulmate was a runner. In his teenage years he found Wally west who said his exact words just minutes before Dick had said his own “I would do anything for you. Anything.” Which were written right over Wally’s heart.

“You are the coolest person I’ve ever met” were Cass’s words, written on her chest. She didn’t know what they meant for the majority of her life, only learning what they meant and what they were when she was deep in her teenage years. She carried the secret silent fear that her soulmate had already said her words, and she would never know. That was, until Stephanie said them one night in the Clocktower. She had said Steph’s words a month before without knowing it, and Steph was delighted to show her the words “my Batgril” written on the back of her hand.

“I hate you so much” were Jason’s words. He never understood them. If these were supposed to be the words his soulmate said when they fell in love with him, why did they express just the opposite? His father had used the words against him. Had told him even his soulmate would hate him. All the pain the words on his bicep had caused him, he was more than shocked when they were said by Roy on a night of hanging out as a joke, and even more shocked when Roy had shown him the words Jason had said to him two years before on his inner thigh reading “You’re Roy Fucking Harper, you are so much stronger than this. I know you can beat it.”

“You know you want me” were Tim’s words. They went along the under side of his jaw, into his hairline, and he hated them for so long. His soulmate was clearly arrogant and not worth his time if those were really the first words they would say to him after falling in love. Or that’s what he thought, until Kon said them, and Tim knew he was only saying them because he wanted a Tim to want him. Kon’s words delicately written spiraling down his arm, around his wrist, and to his hand was Tim’s immediate response of “you’d be an idiot if you thought I didn’t.”

“Gotham doesn’t deserve a light like you” were Duke’s words. Duke had ignored the words on his bicep for most of his life, knowing he had no interest in finding a romantic partner. Jason had once commented that his soulmate might be an archer like his, but he had begged thought about it farther than that. Then Connor had whispered his words while they were lying awake on the floor, their teammates snoring around them, and he wondered what he was supposed to do. A few years later, after Duke had found proper closure for his parents and fully settled into his new life, he finally said the words that stretched vertically down Connor’s back. “I’m ready now. I hope you still are too.”

“I believe in you, please just believe in me” were Damian’s words. He hadn’t known what to think of them for a very long time. They were not bad by any means, but knowing the line of work he would be in, they were not good either. In reverse to Tim’s, Damian’s words written on him chest were actually the response to the words he would say to Jon when he was fifteen, after Jon had finally gotten back to the right age and come back to him. “I can’t lose you again,” was written across Jon’s collarbones.

“If you think I’m ever letting you go you’re insane” were Barbara’s words. They were written so they circled her stomach, the end and beginning meeting at a point above her spine on her back. She had been devastated when woke up in the hospital, sure the bullet had ruined her words as well as her legs. The only relife in the hospital that day was when she realized her words had been perfectly spaced so the bullet didn’t touch them. Dinah said the words to her in response to Babs’s words that wrapped around her throat saying “please save yourself. I’ll be okay.”

“I love you and I hate it more than anything” were Bruce’s words. They started on his ring finger and made their way down to spiral around his wrist. The words had brought his family pain for a long time, but he had learned to become indifferent to them by the tenth anniversary of his parents’ deaths. When Jason trustee him enough to show his words, Bruce hand pulled off his glove and done the same him hopes to bring his new son comfort. He knew who his soulmate was, had for five years by that point. While he had been toweling off after a shower on Watchtower, he had seen Hal’s bare back and knew. The words “you’re Hal Jordan. If you can’t do this, then do no one can. I believe in you” were written in a way that almost formed wings on his back. Bruce remembered very clearly when he had said those words to him on the mission earlier that day. Hal didn’t say his words until a couple years into Tim being Robin.

#Let's try another round of prompts

Hi! The week of July 19th to July 25th is going to be jasleico (jason/leo/nico) week!! Please use the hashtag #jasleico week and feel free to tag me in any art, fics, etc that you make!!!

why are wlw books so angsty and deep all the time like where is my casual wlw romcom or my fantasy lesbians, space bis and trans princesses like not every wlw has some lost love in some town in the middle of nowhere

Reasons to Love Wonder Woman

She doesn’t sit around mooning over a boy. She has important sh!t  to do, yo.

Her love interest, on the other hand, has been known to daydream about her.

And when one of his incarnations tried to act like a chauvinist she was having none of it

Etta, one of Diana’s BFFs, has her priorities straight.

She’s been a woke advocate of civil rights right from the get-go, quite literally before it was cool.

Her caring nature is her strength, not her weakness.

She’s a pacifist at heart, but isn’t a doormat; intolerance, prejudice, and persecution will NOT be tolerated.

And though she doesn’t enjoy doing it, she is completely willing to kill when necessary.

She’s always been anti-war.

Just because she’s a tough BAMF doesn’t mean she has to reject all things traditionally feminine, like liking fashion

She was originally created entirely by women. 

And her hometown is basically an island of lesbian legendary warrior women.

She refuses to conform to societal expectations to spare men’s delicate “masculinity”.

She’s the one doing the rescuing of the romantic interest instead of needing a man to save her.

Her boyfriend is in no way intimidated by her confidence and strength.

…In fact, he thinks it’s pretty hot.

She’s always been an advocate of women finding their inner strength.

She doesn’t tolerate misogyny and chauvinism.

She won’t stand for that “men are stronger than women” nonsense either.

Her use of sarcasm is on point.

Her comics have always been adamant about how women are stronger than they realize.

Diana can’t cook and Steve can. And he’s more than happy to take over the chore (teamwork! :D).

Etta isn’t fat shamed.

She’s faster than Superman

In her New 52 incarnation she can command all soldiers and has telepathy

She’s got super breath

She’s omnilingual

She’s bisexual.

She’s hilariously unaware of just how strong she is.

She once genuinely considered building herself a robot just so it could feed her grapes.

Men aren’t listed among her reasons to live. But cake,  gorillas, and fellow women are.

She’s utterly baffled by the asinine idea that the belief women are equal to men is sexist against men.

She’s so done with men refusing to accept she’s more of a BAMF than her teammates simply because she’s a woman

Other than Steve, her sidekicks all come from minority and/or oppressed groups.

Her battle gear is designed for utility, not sexiness.

Not that what she wears is anyone’s business but her own.

She is stronger & tougher than both Batman and Superman