guys guys guys
I just realized something about Ambrosius.
He's the descendant of Gloreth herself, the first knight & hero of the realm.
He's in a gay relationship with Ballister, and his siblings weren't mentioned, so it's safe to assume he's an only child. He can't have kids of his own because he's with a man.
The Knights, as well as the wall ended with Ballister's & Ambrosius' generation.
Gloreth's blooDLINE HAS ENDED WITH HIM
THE FACT THAT HE WONT CONTINUE HIS BLOOD LINE EMPHASIZES THE FACT THAT NO MORE "HERO'S OF THE REALM" WILL BE
HE ENDED WHAT GLORETH STARTED
You can see in the movie that he's being treated differently for being her descendant, and now her bloodline will end
No more Knights, no more "Royals", no more Gloreth. Everyone is equal.
Gosh I love that movie
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This is a snippet that might someday make it into my fic.
“He’s the least dangerous one.” Jason snorted at Ra’s Al Ghul’s words. “He’s the civilian in a family of Bats.” Jason let out a short laugh, clamping his mouth shut as soon as he heard his voice. He was clearly struggling to hold in his laughter, but no one could deduce why. “By taking all of you first we have taken away his support, making it easy to deal with him.”
Anyone who knew Ra’s Al Ghul knew that he’d just told them that he’d captured the heroes and then ordered the death of a person they’d left behind. By the destroyed look on all but one of the heroes faces, this person would be dearly missed.
Jason tried to keep from laughing, he really did, but the combined looks of horror on his family’s faces and the smugness coming from a man who was so very wrong proved to be too much. He burst into laughter so hard that one might think he’d been hit with Joker’s Gas. The room’s occupants looked at him with varying levels of confusion, concern, and disbelief.
When his laughter didn’t dissipate for a long time, Ra’s became angry. “What do you find so funny? You’ve just been informed that your beloved will be killed, and you find that funny?” His tone was biting even in his clear confusion.
Abruptly, Jason stoped laughing. The change was so sudden that it was unnerving. Several people, captive or otherwise jolted with the jarring shift in attitude as all amusement had left Jason’s face.
“I don’t find it funny.” Jason leaned forward as much as the chains binding him would allow, locking eyes with Ra’s, his face deadly serious. “I find it fucking hilarious.” Jason waited until Ra’s opened his mouth to continue as everyone else watched in stunned silence. “You think he’s the normal one, the civilian in a group of heroes. You think he’s not very dangerous if dangerous at all. You think your assassins can do anything to him. You think he needs us for support. You think you’ll be able to kill him. You think you are safe. You think he’ll never be able to find you. You think you’ve won.” Jason’s voice was soft and quiet yet piercing. He leaned back, expression blank. “As for me? Of course I don’t find it funny. The sheer amount of things your wrong about it hilarious all on its own, without any context. I can’t fucking wait to see the look on your face when you find out just how wrong you are. You’ve fucked around, now it’s time to find out. Your brilliant fucking strategy is an absolute shit show because of misinformation. If I were you, I’d start praying, hoping that some god is willing to further piss off the one you call a civilian by protecting your sorry ass to the best of their ability. It might buy you an extra minute to exist.”
There was a massive thud from down the hall, coming from an impact that struck the whole structure. Jason tilted his head down, grin sharp and inhuman and eyes flashing green.
From down the hall was clearly heard, “Cucumber on a stick! I overshot!”
The other captives tensed, that was Danny! What was he doing here? How was he here?
The assassins in the room tensed. That voice belonged to the civilian lover Red Hood was just ranting about. How was he here? How was he still alive?
Ra’s felt something odd swell in his chest, tightening his muscles and making his heart race. He knew it was a civilian on the other side of the door, he knew it. There was nothing special about Danny Nightingale except that he’d changed his name from Daniel Fenton. Then why, why, did Ra’s suddenly feel like prey that had wandered into the path of a predator?
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it's been declared that my blog is the go-to, to post the drunken late-night (for me anyway) crack fics
anyway this spiraled at 4am on a very long lasting discord call and both myself and @angry-trashcan wrote it in about an hour, it's catboy wild and wars with reader in their home <3 enjoy!
“Wild please for the love of everything holy, get down from the counter top.” He didn’t listen, instead sitting himself down on top of the stove next. “One day, and one day soon, that thing will be on and burn your bottom. And I will laugh.”
“Not when you’re the one facing the bills.”
“Link.”
“Yes, my partner in crime?”
He’s not moving any time soon unless I do something, and it’s not like I don’t already know he’s incredibly light.
Lifting him up so that he can wrap his legs and arms around me is easy enough.
“See? Isn’t that so much better already?”
“Better for you and your wallet maybe-”
“What was that?”
“Nothing!” He laughed, a hand to the back of his head, ears twitching wildly.
I looked at him for a hard moment, eyes running over his face. “Uh-huh.” I rolled my eyes playfully, turning back to the stove. “I’m gonna make dinner. Can you go get Wars and tell him it’ll be done quickly so hurry it up.”
“I don’t wanna.”
“Hmm? But I thought you didn’t like me holding you?”
His grip got a little tighter at that, his head nuzzling into the crook of my neck like he’s trying to get as close as possible and succeeding.
“When did I say that?”
“Well with your little comment about my wallet?”
“You know what I meant.”
The way he ended that with a small nip at my collarbone is proof enough of his words.
His feet hit the floor and he turned towards the living room to go get Wars. At least, I thought he was. The loud scream of the other boy’s name startled me, getting a scream of my own to carry through the house.
“Wild!”
His shoulders rose to his ears, face bright red as he slowly turned back to face you. “...yes?”
“I asked you to go get him not shout for him, I could’ve done that from here.”
Not even words, just a redfaced pout as he turned to run off to go and wake him up from his very likely nap.
Then seconds later he simply comes back out of breath and makes grabby hands at me to pick him back up. Not that I can say no, but he’s gotta start learning better manners.
“You’re spoiled rotten I hope you know that.”
He hums out a happy noise as I pick him up to let him wrap his legs around my waist once again. “You better be helping me with dinner if you’re going to hang off of me like this.”
“Why would I do that?”
I rolled my eyes again, glancing over to see Wars coming into the kitchen. “Dinner will be done soon. Would be quicker if someone would let me cook.”
A gasp. “I am your moral support! You wouldn’t be able to make dinner without me!”
“I wouldn’t be able to make a dinner without hair in it, maybe.”
“I think you know full well that I could.”
“Mmh… full well you could what?”
Oh he really was asleep then, and now he’s winding his arms around me where wild isn’t clinging onto me. Great, I’ve got even less movement to cook properly now. The feeling of his purrs as his head is on my shoulder is nice though.
“Wars please, not you too.”
“Do you really not like it love?”
“I didn’t say that, did I?”
“I kinda sounded like it.”
“Wild, not you too.” I sighed, reaching down to turn off the stove. “Fine, let's order take out. Come on now, to the couch.”
Wild practically leapt off of you, rushing to get the best spot on the couch before Wars could.
“Can we get seafood?” Wars mumbles.
“Would I dare try to feed either of you anything else?”
“I don’t know, I’d like to try some of that fancy wagyu sometime.”
“Wild.”
“Yes?”
“No.”
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