chocolate caliente

arrowsaremything:

maskofthecheshire:

“Aw aren’t you the leader type.” She laughs at Aqualad. “You know, announcing your attack doesn’t help your plans.” She says, leaping up onto a wall and throwing  three needles onto the ground, one landing in front of Aqualad, one in Speedy’s foot, and the other lodged itself in the ground. She crawled up the wall to the roof of it and showed her claws. “So we got two 10 year olds, a washed up 80’s guy… and Roy.” She smirks, saying Roy like it was poison, just to chisel away at his ego. 

“Ow!” Speedy howled as he leaped back and swung his yellow boot up, attempting to balance on one leg as he pried the shard from his foot. The ginger scowled at the tone she uttered his name and repeated her name in an equally icy tone. “Jade,” the masked hero stated simply, trying to look menacing as he rubbed his stinging foot. “And even though I obviously should’ve been Bee’s second in command, don’t you dare insult my team,” the ruddy haired boy authoritatively told the assassin.

—Oye, ¿qué pasa?!— an outraged Menos shouted, shaking his fists at the cat lady. 

They sprung into action. Enough verbal banter had gone on. Menos hopped onto Más’s awaiting hands, and once he had a strong grip, Más charged. Menos balanced himself on one foot while the other was at position to kick Cheshire in the face, which would hopefully knock off her mask and expose her face.

When they heard Speedy say those words, the twins couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride. It was nice to know that he did care about his team, even though he rarely showed it openly.

(Source: oldaqualad-garth)

rapidisimos:

rapidisimos:

M!A status: 17-year-old bodies, Menos speaking in Yiddish.

“Oy vey,” Menos mutters, looking down at his new body. 

—Parezco muy viejo aunque tenemos solamente diecisiete años… y la ropa no queda bien.— Más strips down to nothing, and Menos copies his actions.

—Vamos de compras por la ropa nueva.— 

(“I look so old even though we’re only seventeen… and our clothes don’t fit anymore. Let’s go shopping.”)

The twins link hands and make their way through the doors of the local mall and into the young men’s section. Being used to shopping for clothes much smaller than this, Más and Menos felt really out of place.

Menos slaps his forehead, cursing himself for not doing the simple thing of running back to the tower and borrowing Speedy’s or Aqualad’s civvies. Thank goodness no one was around to gawk at them… 

Menos, now clad in a red tee and jeans, is lying on the floor, gasping for air. One hand is clutching his belly, the other is pointing at his brother that stands in the doorway of the mall’s changing room. 

—Mira, hermano, ¡no me rías!— Más shouted. —¿Cómo parezco? Los zapatos me hacen más alto.

“Hahahahahahaha!” answered his twin, still laughing.

—¡Hermano, en serio!— Más is indignant, but he should have expected such a reaction considering the circumstances; he was wearing a Mexican sombrero, red stilletos, and… a strawberry costume… so massive that it swallowed the little boy’s entire form, making it blob-like and unrecognizable.

arrowsaremything:

maskofthecheshire:

aqualad-garth:

rapidisimos:

arrowsaremything:

aqualad-garth:

The boys of Titans East were all carelessly strewn around the common room playing video games. Bumblebee had decided to go on a weekend vacation, to pamper herself, leaving the four boys to themselves. Aqualad was laying on the couch, putting little effort into the game they were playing, it was a lazy day.

Suddenly, the alarm started blaring throughout the tower. The Atlantian bolted up, suddenly filled with energy. “Titans, let’s move!”  

“Hey, who said you could call the shots?” Speedy demanded as he hopped up from his position on the other side of the couch and snatched up his quiver. He was still irritated from the fact that he had been losing in their multiplayer game of Super Ninja Monkeys 4. “Who’re we up against this time? Some bums stealing from a store?”

Más and Menos were disappointed that the alarm took away their chance to win a game. And not to be hating on Aqualad, but they missed their big sister Bumblebee, and weren’t used to Aqualad taking charge… so it took the twins a while to react to his command. 

On the other hand, he would be more preferable than Speedy. Especially since Speedy could be quite irritating like he was right now, starting up another argument. His grumpy behavior was something that would always escape the twins.

Más hopped onto Menos’s shoulders and prepared themselves to move out. —¿Adónde vamos?—

(“Where are we going?”)

Standing up and walking over the main computer, Aqualad glared at the archer. “Well someone has to do it, and I’m the rational one around here.” He shook his head before focusing his attention to the monitor. Speedy always had to try to pick a fight with him, and lately he just seemed to be growing all the more irritable. His fingers flew across the key board until he was able to locate the point of the attack. 

“It’s in the alley between the abandoned warehouse and the old apartments,” The prince said, answering the twin’s question, “Let’s go.”

A knife hit right in between the bricks, in that little white thing called dried cement. (just in case you didn’t know.) The man that Cheshire was hired to kill was crouched behind a wall. The masked assassin came closer, her footsteps echoing against the alley walls. 

“P-please! I-I don’t know wh-what y-you want!” The man cowered in fear. 

“Higher man on the totem wants you gone. I want the money.” She says, raising her arm just sow that the light glittered of her metal claws. “No hard feelings right?” 

“No matter what’s going on between you two, you’ve created some hard feelings between you and the Titans, Cheshire,” Speedy declared as he flung an explosive arrow towards the assassin. It erupted in a golden mass of energy and knocked the green robed girl back a few feet. “Can’t you just find a real job?” the ginger inquired, his bow still raised threateningly as he stepped between the masked villainess and her victim.

Más and Menos zipped their way to the poor victim, and comfortingly put their hands on his shoulders. —¡Será bien, señor! Nosotros lo protegemos.— They give him one last reassuring grin before lifting their hands from the man and turning to face Speedy, who was now confronting the strange lady cat-face. The twins were tempted to take off her mask but decided against that idea, and simply waited for a cue from Aqualad. 

(Source: oldaqualad-garth)

arrowsaremything:

aqualad-garth:

The boys of Titans East were all carelessly strewn around the common room playing video games. Bumblebee had decided to go on a weekend vacation, to pamper herself, leaving the four boys to themselves. Aqualad was laying on the couch, putting little effort into the game they were playing, it was a lazy day.

Suddenly, the alarm started blaring throughout the tower. The Atlantian bolted up, suddenly filled with energy. “Titans, let’s move!”  

“Hey, who said you could call the shots?” Speedy demanded as he hopped up from his position on the other side of the couch and snatched up his quiver. He was still irritated from the fact that he had been losing in their multiplayer game of Super Ninja Monkeys 4. “Who’re we up against this time? Some bums stealing from a store?”

Más and Menos were disappointed that the alarm took away their chance to win a game. And not to be hating on Aqualad, but they missed their big sister Bumblebee, and weren’t used to Aqualad taking charge… so it took the twins a while to react to his command. 

On the other hand, he would be more preferable than Speedy. Especially since Speedy could be quite irritating like he was right now, starting up another argument. His grumpy behavior was something that would always escape the twins.

Más hopped onto Menos’s shoulders and prepared themselves to move out. —¿Adónde vamos?—

(“Where are we going?”)

(Source: oldaqualad-garth)

rapidisimos:

M!A status: 17-year-old bodies, Menos speaking in Yiddish.

“Oy vey,” Menos mutters, looking down at his new body. 

—Parezco muy viejo aunque tenemos solamente diecisiete años… y la ropa no queda bien.— Más strips down to nothing, and Menos copies his actions.

—Vamos de compras por la ropa nueva.— 

(“I look so old even though we’re only seventeen… and our clothes don’t fit anymore. Let’s go shopping.”)

The twins link hands and make their way through the doors of the local mall and into the young men’s section. Being used to shopping for clothes much smaller than this, Más and Menos felt really out of place.

Menos slaps his forehead, cursing himself for not doing the simple thing of running back to the tower and borrowing Speedy’s or Aqualad’s civvies. Thank goodness no one was around to gawk at them…