#💀 speaks

[chaospunch]

Idea

So for context, I'll make Spotify playlist for most of my OCS. And i just realized that i haven't made one for Terra, Xaviel and Trix (Mari already has a playlist because I started to make that midway making her, but still feel free to send songs for her if y'all want too)

So y'all feel free to send songs in the ask box that reminds you of any of those three, doesn't matter if they're based off their vibes or behaviors or whatever. Feel free to send me songs for them!

[jennrypan]

Jason, kicking in Dick's door: Stop fuckin lying to people!!

Dick: What the hell-? What?!

Jason: If I hear one more person calling me the angry Robin, I'm gonna stable your eyelids shut and shave you, I swear to God!

Dick: Why me?! What the hell did I do!?

Jason: I didn't study every night and go to bed on time to get called the angry Robin you bitch!

Dick: I've never called you that before in my life!!

Jason: Then who started it !?!

(Meanwhile)

Tim, sitting in his room giggling as he hears them fight: Hahaha..

Tim: I should move to Metropolis for a bit..

[doctorsiren]

The books reveal that Ford is actually a secret partier

(Available as a print on my Etsy Shop)

(wips under cut)

[nekrosmos]

You know how speaking in a language that isn't your native one is really mentally draining ? Nikolai who has just been flying around all day, switching between several of the 8 languages he speaks, until he ends his day laying in bed, trying to listen to John talk about his op, but his brain just refuses to acknowledge anything. He mumbles an apology that might just be half in russian at this point, fingers rubbing at his temples as he's trying to fight off a migraine.

It's rare to see Nik struggle to keep up with a conversation. The man is smart, too smart, really. This worries John, who decides to order them greasy food and throw a Russian movie he knows Nik enjoys on his laptop for them to watch in bed. He can struggle to keep up with the subtitles tonight while he's busy letting his hand massage the back of Nik's head, fingers gently stroking his jet black hair while he feels his man relax in his arms.

[punchitime]

I'm watching some like analog horror stuff over here because I'm bored and have nothing else to do rn, and i just thought of this and wanted to share.

Ok so it's obvious that Sterling loves horror stuff, especially analog horror stuff, i don't hide that fact about them.

But, despite Ster regularly talking both of them into watching it with them, Atlas and Finn... do not.

Atlas is... Very jumpy, will scream or yelp if he's scared, all of that. He actually hates it

Finn on the other hand, is dead silent out of fear, she refuses to show it but she's scared. She'll flinch at jumpscares but that's it.

Don't get me wrong Ster will also jump/flinch and yelp slightly at being scared but unlike the other two they like it. Also they gained a habit of just straight up flipping off whatever scared them so it makes Atlas and Finn laughing.

Usually Ster and Atlas talk and make jokes, occasionally Finn joining in.

Atlas is clearly scared and hugging a pillow or a stuffed animal the whole time, will hide under a blanket if too scared.

Finn is silently death gripping a pillow she's next to or a blanket she has on. Abnormally silent from fear but won't admit it (Atlas and Ster both know) and will poke fun at Atlas or Ster if they're scared

Ster is holding a stuffed animal and has a blanket but is... Calm actually, casual as hell and will make jokes watching which eases some tension (Finn won't admit it, but she's silently thankful for that), the only one that'll admit something scared them then laugh it off like nothing. Of the trio the least likely to be actually scared, more like startled if anything.

[radiation-vibe]

check out this gif i made

[br4inr0tx]

The doctor from Poppy Playtime c4’s voice is already making me bust

[eustaceloser]

do you think my twitter wants me to know about narumitsu tops on the ace attorney account?????

[lotus-pear]

what are ur thoughts on akechi and sumire? 🤨

i think they're the besties ever i loved their interactions sm ‼️‼️ (ignore the fact that akechi was constantly threatening her to not fuck over the team bc of her inexperience during third sem 💀💀)

i have some sketches of them i did recently so i'll share w the class

[justvea18]

Whenever I see sun x moon posts on Patrochilles I sometimes wonder who REALLY is the moon as it cannot shine without the sun burning too bright

One of them is definitely the sun and it isn't the one who went on a suicidal-murder spree

[skipblebee]

LIVE LAUGH LOVE FENGQING FOREVER!!!!!

[jennrypan]

Jason: Yo, Tim wanna see something?

Tim:..Against my better judgement, sure.

Jason, staring directly at him and then suddenly he disappears just to appear next to him:

Tim: WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT WAS THAT?

Jason: I dunno, something I did once..I think I can only do it twice..that was the second time.

Tim: WHA-? WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

Jason: I can't do it again, that's the last time I'll be able to do that

Tim: ..Then WHY the hell did you show me that!?

Jason: Cuz if you tell anyone else, they'll never believe you and you can't make me show them.

Tim: What's wrong with you?!

Jason: Timmy..I will do anything and everything..just cuz it's a little funny to me.

Tim:

Jason, holding his hand out and suddenly the All-Blades appears: I also have this but I won't use it again for the same reason

Tim: WHAT THE FUCK!!

[hickeygender]

goodsir, the least racist man in the show, reminiscing on mcdonald bringing back an inuk man to aberdeen and writing of it, showing his admiration of the dr for doing so while literally forgetting the name of the actual inuk explorer who made that journey into lands entirely unknown to him and his tribe with a people strange and foreign... the way this show handles the racism of the likable characters is so well done. in the minds of the english, eenoolooapik isn't seen as a brave, adventurous spirit akin to how they view their own explorers – he is instead defined entirely by his race and not his humanity, and his achievements are transferred to his white biographer, even by a man as soft hearted as goodsir

[dennisboobs]

:) i certainly have no issue dressing in drag :)

^guy who has no issue dressing in drag btw

glenn said that dennis' drag name is victoria von hemen btw

(Source)

[witherby]

You know for a fact Mousy will have princess treatment/princess privileges and would abuse the hell out of it.

Imagine them doing something reckless but to save themselves from getting into trouble with Bruce, they do the big innocent doe eyes and blame it on one of the other siblings.

-💀

True and real

Oh, there are drawings and doodles all over the walls and some of Batman's equipment? Mouse just wanted to decorate...they love your drawings on paper so much, you figured there was no harm on drawing on other things too 🥺

What's that? Why yes, you did suck the PlayStation into your shadowy pocket dimension because Tim wouldn't share when you said it was your turn. You just felt so left out 🥺 plus doesn't Tim have homework he hasn't finished? 😏

Why did you eat half a tray of brownies instead of any of the snacks and fruit left out specifically for munching on before dinner? Well...well your brothers usually get all the edge pieces, and you love the edge pieces. 🥺 You just got so excited by the sight of brownies with edges that you were overcome with the need to feed. 🥺 🥺 🥺

Everyone was looking for you after coming back from patrol but couldn't find you? You were just playing in the shadows learning to control your powers better and took a nap 🥺 you didn't mean to disappear on anybody without prior notice, you swear 🥺🥺🥺

I could write a thousand of these. Flittermouse just has to make puppy dog eyes, maybe wobble the bottom lip, and everyone is putty in their hands. It's so funny.

[hello-sweetheart]

You know that trope where Person A thinks Person B is just being nice but they’re actually flirting. What about the opposite? Person A misreading their behavior and being the only one falling impossibly in love.

Clumsy in Love part 4

Eddie rubs his hands over his face and presses the heels of his palm into his eyes.

Im such a piece of shit. God, how could I just do that.

He’s pissed at Steve for not saying something sooner, for waiting until Eddie had something good in his grasp. But he’s angry with himself too.

How stupid is he, really? Did he really not notice until it all came face to face?

He has Adiel’s number memorized, but he knows which of Steve’s beauty marks form constellations.

Mostly, hes confused. His feelings are a jumbled mess and he’s never been good at sorting them out. Naturally, he turns to music. Dio has serenaded him these past few days. Wayne has steered clear of his shit show.

How do you feel right now?

What do you see?

Where would you be right now?

Hey angel what about me?

Jesus fucking fuck. He attempts to run his hand through his hair only it doesn’t get too far, rings snagged in his tangled hair. He can feel the oil built up on the strands and knows it’s time to get his ass out of bed. He doesn’t.

“Angel, Angel, angel. You were my angel. Just not anymore.” He mutters to himself long after the track has finished and another song plays. He’s learning to let go still, even after he’s ended it.

You know what really makes him feel like a dickhead? That Adiel got hurt because of him. He didn’t deserve to get caught in Eddie’s bullshit.

Guilt eats him alive.

His conscious hurts and his heart trembles, tumbled in his chest, but he doesn’t feel the heartbreak the way he should. That world-on-fire and breath burning feeling. He can’t find it.

Like a masochist he wants for it, desires it, deserves it like sinner.

Those last few weeks were enough for his feelings to settle, for his heart to make a decision with or without his input. He tried—god fuck I tried—to feel that skipped-beat flutter when Adiel smiled his way. Could almost convince himself he could. That Adiel’s interlocked hand in his still felt an extension of himself instead of something foreign.

It used to feel like I belonged at his side. Why did it have to stop?

He’s wronged a friend who trusted him to keep his heart safe. A friend who had already been through so much. And Eddie added to that lifetime of hurt because he couldn’t figure it out himself.

Because he was too stupid to see and too stupid to know.

He thinks of Steve’s lips, like he has now for days. Weeks. His heart twists, rung out. That skipped-beat flutter that betrays him.

Fuck. Fuck, man.

He has to stop yanking at his hair like he can train himself out of feeling it.

Do your demons, do they ever let you go?

When you've tried, do they hide, deep inside

Is it someone that you know?

You're just a picture, you're an image caught in time

We're a lie, you and I.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” he tells no one because he needs to say it until he can forgive himself a little. Until he can make himself believe that Adiel will forgive him, in time.

“I’m so sorry,” this time says it to himself, covers his face with his hands and finally cries.

Against his fucking will he cries, can’t hold onto it anymore. Ugly retching sobs that can only come from mourning an almost.

Finally, after days of like solitude, Wayne creeps in un-intrusive as a shadow. His hand on his shoulder may be the only thing that keeps Eddie from disappearing.

“I could’ve loved him, Wayne. I could’ve—I did. I think I fucking loved him and I didn’t know until—until I didn’t anymore. And then—and then I just couldn’t again.”

I wish he got to know that. That even for a short time, I had loved him.

Wayne, ever a man of few words, sits with him and lets him have his silence.

———

It’s a little over a month after that that Steve pays him a visit.

He’s smart enough to show up when Wayne isn’t home, looking sheepish as he shuffles on his front step. At least he has the gall to look him in the eyes.

All this is because of you, he thinks. His dark under eyes, his pallid skin. The rage in his blood. The almost that he had.

“Why are you here?” He looks taken aback, almost shrinks in on himself.

“I… the boys said that you, well.” Steve rubs the back of his neck, his hair longer than when Eddie last saw it. It slips through Steve’s fingers. “You never came by again and I wanted to see you. To talk? Can we talk? Can’t… can’t I come in?”

Having Steve in his home, in his space, is dangerous.

Those eyes are deep, soften by tired shadows.

“No,” his swallow is audible and steels himself, “Why should I want you in my home, Steve?”

Steve stands there lips parted and hands clenches at the bottom of his sweatshirt, eyes shined over. Eddie takes the chance to step forward. Everything inside him is too much.

“Don’t you understand what you did? I was happy. And you, fuck, you ruined it! Steve! You!” He out of the door way now and Steve steps back, back, back.

Steve’s face is red in shame. Eddie’s in anger. His pointed finger jabbed at his chest, accusing.

“You couldn’t just let me be happy? Why? Why did you kiss me, Steve? Why then? Was it because you couldn’t stand that I finally had someone? Say something!”

Steves eyes overflow, “Yes! I could stand it because I love you, asshole! I thought, I don’t know—I thought you loved me, too. Okay? Me. We both felt it—tell me you felt it too, Eddie? It wasn’t just me, right?

“You were everywhere and everything. You’d smile at me and it was the sun. So close, always right there and it was like we were—we were teetering on the edge of something amazing. And I was so happy, Eddie. So happy that day ‘cuz I thought, it was just us, right? Me and you. Just us. Together.

“But then you saw him and your weren’t even listening to me. You didn’t hear a word I said, did you? You only had eyes for him. You left me there and I didn’t know what to do with myself ‘cuz suddenly all you’d talk about was him. Every day and every minute we were together. After thinking, after thinking you loved me too.

That I had you.

So yes! Okay? I kissed you because I was selfish and I needed to know. I needed to know if any of it was real. If there really was nothing there.”

Steve’s breathing hard by the end of, words a wavering wet string of rawn vulnerable pulled out of his chest. He’s looking at the floor, hair covering his eyes, and shoulders trembling as he hiccups.

Then, everything feels still. Calm inside. For the first time in ages, Eddie feels like he can take a deep breath and not fall apart. He closes his eyes for a second and just breathes. The fight escapes him with the last breath.

“You ruined me, Steve. You ruined me in a way that even I didn’t understand. I didn’t know, not until that night, about how you felt. And I’m sorry if it was my fault, if I did and said things to make you feel that way, okay? But I didn’t… I didn’t feel that way about you. Not then. Not when you kissed me.”

“And now? Eddie? Do you… could you feel that way for me, now?”

“If it weren’t for you,” he begins, “Adiel and I… we could’ve had something great. But then you—and I— I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I wondered so much on why you kissed me that night, replaying every moment together, to see what you saw. And ended up feeling… feeling what you felt.”

He takes the chance to move forward the last bit of space to reach to him, have him look him in the eyes. Both of them mirror images of despair.

“You ruined me, Stevie. Everything was different. It wasn’t perfect anymore, I couldn’t make it perfect again. And I couldn’t be who I had been with Adiel knowing that I couldn’t find in me what we had before. That maybe, this has the chance of being something amazing, too.

I stopped seeing you everyday, so I saw you in everything. I stopped speaking to you, and you became the voice inside my head. It was maddening.”

Eddie laughs and wipes away the tears from Steve’s eyes, they fall faster when he smiles a weak and small but real thing.

“Adiel and I, we fit together; we were good together. But despite that, I didn’t want him anymore. I didn’t know why, I think I still don’t, but… I don’t need to know. I just need feel it, Stevie. And I feel it. I want this. Me and you. You have throughly ruined me, for anybody else.”

This time the kiss is different. It’s shared elation, wet and salty on the tongue, and clumsy as they try to fit into each other. Disappear in one another.

“Are you still mad?”

Those brown eyes don’t resemble gems of green, but they’re filled with incredible warmth and Eddie sees home in them,

Sees a life with them,

It’s own kind of precious.

And he laughs.

“So much, Stevie. I’m mad and heartbroken and falling jn love and happy and so so sure of us. I think, I think I still need some time, I’m really fucked—no, no, shouldn’t cry anymore,” he says as Steve’s face scrunches and it’s so unbelievably cute if he wasn’t blaming himself for it all.

“I just want to make sure I do this right this time. And if I, if I invite you in… I won’t be able to.”

Steve rests his forehead against his, there is heat between them, “But I have you, right?”

“Yeah, took me a while to figure it out but… yeah. Yes. You have me, Steve. God, and I have you. And tomorrow, tomorrow you’re going to come over and pick me up at 6 in the evening so we can eat shitty pancakes at the diner.

And then we’ll figure this out together.”

Part 3 <💛 End, thank you for reading and for all the feedback!