#(all will be well with the green bean)

[ilovedagain]

A short story about the different wounds Damian Wayne has sustained.

tw: graphic description of injuries.

There are many wounds that Damian Wayne sustained in his short life. And if he were asked, and if he must reply, he would rank the wounds he sustained.

A head wound is the least painful, and the hardest to recover from. He loses his grip on consciousness, and reality slips like oil between his fingers. It's hard to worry about that when he's delirious. But in the aftermath, when recovery begins and time starts ticking, measuring how long it takes him to put himself back together—that is when head trauma becomes excruciating.

Muscle memory is all you have because your muscles have atrophied in your rest and your memory is stuttering back to life. He can't trust his mind to keep him safe and conceal his secrets—his tongue is loosened and speaks before he tells it. Green eyes watch him and count the days it takes him to recover.

And all shall pass, until a day comes when he's stabbed in the chest and the knife nicks his lungs. Suddenly, he's pooling blood into his lungs with each inhale, and the chest wound in his side sucks in air with him in nasty, wheezing sounds that haunt him.

The silver lining is how effective first aid measures are for a sucking chest wound. A little square of silver foil covers the wound, and the blood is sucked from his lungs with a tube. Blue eyes watch him and count the ways he could have avoided nicking his lungs.

And all shall pass, they say. But Damian would add, 'unless you've had a broken back and a doctor screws it in place with a metal rod.' It's a slow crawl up two steps in a staircase. Sweat beading his forehead when he sits up in bed. A hand clutching the railing, or palm splayed on the walls, or fingers gripping someone's elbows, hanging on.

It's a small distance to fall from your feet to your knees, but it ricochets up the metal rods in his back like a hail of bullets. Blue eyes watch with concern and Damian counts the new wrinkles around them.

And all shall pass, again. When you're ashes, dust to dust, bones and metal in a casket, these physical wounds will be reduced to bad memories.

Which is why, if Damian were asked, and if Damian must reply, he would rank these physical wounds as child's play compared to the sucking chest wound in his heart. Sharp words stabbed it and didn't even leave the knife to stop his blood from going everywhere. No, they took their knife and left.

This wound in his chest heaved in breaths that taste like blood and sound like ghosts hissing their hurts. Blue eyes, green eyes, teal eyes, brown eyes—he counts them all as they turn away one by one by one.

And when he's ashes, dust and metal in a casket, these wounds in his spirit will be more than bad memories.

On a cold night like any night in Gotham, when patrol is cut short and Damian is rushed to the med-bay, he lays in a white bed and catalogues his hurts. The heart monitor is worried and insistent, but Damian has never felt so calm. There's a bullet in his chest, so what?

There's a blurry edge to Drake's face, and Todd's voice is muffled behind cotton in his ears, and a white halo is above Richard's head—the operation lights, the back of his mind says—and Alfred's hands are a magical blue—surgical gloves—and Father is...Father is here, looking Damian in the eye, mouth moving in silent words. Damian nudges his mind, shakes it like a bag dispensing dog food, tries to get it to read Father's lips.

There's a bullet in my chest, he wants to tell them. It's okay, he wants to tell them. The bullet is still in there, so the blood is not going everywhere, and you should take care of that because he can't feel his arms, but. But most importantly. It's a physical wound, and. And everyone is here, like a little silver square of foil that will close his sucking chest wound and make the horrible wheezing go away.

It's okay, because they stayed and made sure this wound would only be a physical one.

Stay with me, Father's lips say before Damian is out cold.

[egginfroggin]

Some bois (from a show I haven't seen in years) (Also please click for better quality, Tumblr keeps scrunching my pics >_>)

First page:

lil Greg! lil guy

rare portrait of Wirt looking neither worried or exasperated (his face just settles into those expressions so nicely okay)

Greg sees something (what do he see?), and frankly Wirt would rather not investigate (places to be, please)

shading didn't come out quite right, but it was only a matter of time before I tried drawing Wirt looking truly wide-eyed and terrified at something, let's be honest

Second page:

little brother is not quite little enough to be comfortably held by his brother's antlers Dialogue transcription: Wirt: AAAAOWOWOWOWOWOWOW Greg: oops (small arrow pointing to Greg: a little too heavy)

Flower crowns! So many flower crowns!!!

Third page: technically the second page I did, but I wanted to finish the post with it, so here you go; he's a perfectly nice young man, really, just. just a little off. just a bit. he don't bite (probably)

[tobimilobi]

Peach: (Walks in the room)

Mario: I would die for her...

Luigi: Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of...

[Few days later...]

Luigi: Bowser, I...

Bowser: Don't. (huffs)

Luigi: What?

Bowser: Don't say you would die for me.

Luigi: But It's true! I would die for you!

Bowser&Mario: You would die for anyone! [The only one thing they agree: protect Luigi at all cost; even from himself]

Luigi: ... (Deep blush; Smoll voice) yeah, that is true, but...

[newsies-united]

please have a dream tn please have a dream tn

[look-at-the-stars-tonight]

the amount of effort that goes into figuring out what to cook and eat every day is RIDICULOUS. i used to think people were so weird and boring for eating the same thing every single day but it truly does make life so much easier

[perfectplaces]

grateful for friends who show support, especially through cooking ❤️‍🩹

[skelly-bean]

I love the character I’ve made for baldurs gate 3 SO. MUCH!

I feel like there is so much going on with them visually but I don’t even care they’re amazing

I also love the guardian I made a lot too - definitely put way less time into making her but I was so tired of overthinking in character creation haha

[blazeball]

having curry egg with spinach for lunch and its sooooo good but it would be so much better with rice .... stares longingly at the rice cooker i ordered last night

[mostlyihyperfixate]

I'm learning how to grow vegetables. It's my third year with a garden. I know it's small, but this is the biggest carrot I've ever managed to grow! And it tasted really good.

[draconicshinx]

My most frequently eaten vegetables are black beans and potatoes and I can do like. Corn and carrots. Spinach sometimes. But it's hard to buy stuff that isn't very filling when I'm barely affording other things y'know

[tightwadspoonies]

How to Shop at an Asian (or other ethnic) Grocery Store

Do you live in or near a city in the US?

Need to save some money on groceries?

Might I introduce you to... shopping at the local Asian grocery?

Asian grocery stores aimed at an Asian-American customer base almost always beat the prices of their western (or for-western) counterparts. Often by a significant amount, especially in categories like produce, meat, rice, and spices. Plus in addition to lower prices, you get the satisfaction of supporting a small, local business instead of a larger chain store.

(Note that a lot of this information applies to other ethnic grocery stores as well, but we're using Asian because they're common in many cities, and have particularly good prices on produce.)

But it can be a little bit of a learning curve when you first start to shop at them. This post will give you the information you need to navigate them.

So how do you find a good Asian grocery store?

First, go on google maps and search "grocery".

Note that you are NOT googling "Asian Grocery" or "Cheap Grocery". If you search "Asian Grocery" you will get results for Asian stores marketing toward a western audience, and because of this, will be neat, shiny, and very pricey. If you search "Cheap Grocery" you will get stores marketing themselves as cheap, which generally are only slightly less expensive than their "expensive" counterparts (think Aldi). Okay in a pinch, but you can do better.

Second, look at the pictures of all the stores you can easily get to.

Here's what you want: not a lot of printed ads, pictures of hand-written signs (especially in languages other than English), food in cardboard bins, and you want it to look kind of "junky". Bonus points if you can see prices listed in the pictures or the people shopping there are mostly older, ethnic women.

Third, If you couldn't find anything like this, go on your city's subreddit.

Search "cheap", "cheap grocery" and "expensive grocery". Why "expensive grocery"? Because you want to find people complaining about grocery prices, and you want to see the advice they get. Many times, that advice is Asian or ethnic grocery stores.

If you're still not getting anything, google "[city name] cheap grocery" and "[city name] expensive grocery" (see above). Scroll until you get to FORUMS discussing groceries in your city. You DO NOT want blogs or articles. Again, you're looking at the advice people are given when they complain about grocery prices.

One of the first questions people ask upon walking into an Asian grocery store of the type discussed in this post is:

"Is the food I'm getting here safe to eat?"

The answer is just as safe as anywhere else you might shop.

You're probably used to very clean, pretty, well-lit, well-organized stores. This will probably not be that, but it will be regulated by the same health department that regulates those stores. They are held to the same standards.

It's a lot of work to keep a store looking like a western consumer expects. It's a lot less work (and thus less money) to keep a store looking like an ethnic career housewife or grandmother expects. That is largely where the savings comes from.

What's a good deal at an Asian grocery?

Produce. You're probably used to things like onions and carrots being the cheapest per pound. Here it's going to be greens, apples, pears, radish, cabbage and maybe squash and sweet potatoes. Check unit prices and prepare to try some new things. Also a pound of greens is a LOT of greens. Keep that in mind. Also keep in mind that you might see a few pieces of produce that are bruised or have mold on them. That's okay. Just don't buy those pieces. The rest of the batch is probably fine. Wash produce when you get home if you're concerned, though you should be doing that anyway.

Rice and dry beans. If you like to buy in bulk, you're in luck. Don't expect to walk away with a pound or two of these. They come in 40lb packages. But if you tailor most of your meals around them, those meals will be cheap af. There are also lots of different types of specialty rice if you want to make your own sushi or mochi. Learn how to soak and sprout beans.

Tofu. Tofu is expensive when you buy it at a health food store. It is not when you buy it at an Asian grocery. It probably won't be in pretty packages, but again, cheap is not going to be super pretty.

Meat and fish. Meat is generally going to be cheaper here, though maybe not by as much as the produce is. Pork will probably be your cheapest option. You may also see cuts you don't normally see, like tongue, intestine, liver, kidneys, blood, etc... "Weird," however, does not automatically mean cheap in this context. Check unit prices and prepare to be adventurous. If you don't know what else to do with them, dried fish and animal organs make fantastic stock when boiled.

Spices. Again with the extremely large quantities here. But very inexpensive compared with their western counterparts.

Candy. This makes a great inexpensive gift if you need one, since the candy sold at these stores is fairly exotic for a western audience.

What isn't a good deal at an Asian grocery?

Dairy. This includes fresh milk, butter, cheese, etc... If they have it, it will be very expensive. Consider buying elsewhere.

Eggs. Again, this will probably be as expensive or more than the eggs you could get at a western supermarket.

Snacks. Pre-made items will be expensive in general, even though they may be tempting because they are different from what you are used to and you don't need to learn to cook a new thing. Do your best to avoid these and make your own if you can. If you can't, frozen pork or vegetable dumplings are probably your best bet for a quick meal.

Bread. It's pricey. A lot of Asian cuisines use rice, noodles, or buns for their starch instead of western-style bread. So if you can find it it will often be a novelty item.

What else do I need to know?

It's okay to be overwhelmed by new ingredients. Look up some YouTube videos on how to cook certain ingredients if you're not familiar with them.

These are not supermarkets. They sell food and sometimes the kitchenware (steamers, woks, chopsticks, etc...) needed to cook it. You will probably need to get your soap and household items somewhere else.

Pay in cash if you can. Most of these are very small businesses and paying them cash makes it so they don't need to pay credit card fees. At the very least, make the minimum purchase before paying with a card.

[kitkatscabinet]

BROTHERS BEST FRIEND

Pairings: Wally West, Roy Harper, Conner Kent, Clark Kent x fem reader. Platonic batfamily x sister reader.

Summary: Your brother finds out you’re dating his best friend. It goes about as well as you’d think.

A/N: Nsfw themes 18+, minors dni

WALLY WEST & DICK GRAYSON

"Can't wait to see you later baby <3"

Dick stares at the text from Wally, a frown on his face as he tries to recall if they'd made any plans. Though baby was definitely an odd new term of endearment from his best friend. After spending a few minutes wracking his mind and deciding he hadn't forgotten any important plans, he replies:

"What are we doing later?"

He sees the dots indicating Wally's typing

"Why would you assume that was for you?!"

Dick's frown deepened, if that wasn't for him, then who was monopolising his friend's time? More importantly, who was he calling baby?

“Who’s it for then? :((" He conveniently gets left on read.

"Wally!"

"WALLACE RUDOLPH WEST!!"

His messages turn green. That annoying little fuck! Did Wally just block him? Oh, this was so far from over.

If Wally thought Dick was going to just let this go then he was sorely mistaken.

Dick was a man on a mission, determined to catch Wally with his new partner. Only, the redhead suddenly seemed to be a master at avoiding him. It was driving him insane, but Dick was a dog with a bone and this was the one thing he was never going to let go.

He's so focused on his hunt for the perp, that he doesn't notice the clues right in front of his face. The way you seemed so amused whenever he whined or ranted to you or the way you reached for your phone to send Wally a heads-up text. Or the second toothbrush in your bathroom or the men's hoodie slung over the back of your desk chair.

You were starting to feel a little bad, and you'd finally convinced Wally to let Dick in on your secret when the beans get accidentally spilled, in the Titans group chat of all things.

You were texting Wally privately, looking away from your phone the exact second you accidentally clicked on the notification taking you to a different chat, not noticing until it was far too late.

TheSexiestBat: I love you, idiot. Even if you leave dirty dishes in the sink like a war criminal <3.

SpeedyGonzalez: and I love YOU even if you steal the blanket every night 😘

WingDing: BLANKET. EVERY. NIGHT?

LeanMeanGreenMachine: They sleep together. They sleep. Together. They’re sleeping. TOGETHER.

That'sSoRaven: It’s like watching a car crash in slow motion. Except I live in the car and the driver is texting.

Pwincess: Shall we begin making couple name suggestions now?? WalliBat? BatAlly? SpeedWayne?

SpeedyGonzalez: SpeedWayne kinda goes hard not gonna lie

TheSexiestBat: oh god oh GOD wrong chat WRONG CHATTTTT

WingDing: WALLY.

SpeedyGonzalez: it was gonna be a soft launch 😭

LeanMeanGreenMachine: BRO WE JUST GOT HARD LAUNCHED INTO ORBIT

SpeedyGonzalez: So like are we officially telling everyone now? Should I change my bio to “taken by the most gorgeous woman on the planet?"

WingDing: BLOCKED REPORTED BANNED EXCOMMUNICATED FROM THE GROUP LEAVE THE TITANS AND THE PLANET

TheSexiestBat: I'm erasing myself from the narrative :D

TheSexiestBat has left the chat.

SpeedyGonzalez: in my defense your sister is hot and emotionally stable and laughs at my jokes. She's literally the perfect woman.

WingDing: Count ur days West.

That'sSoRaven: I call dibs on the funeral playlist I’m thinking something upbeat. “Dumb Ways to Die” maybe?

Dick screams so loud his neighbours call the cops, fearing he'd been murdered.

Meanwhile you and Wally decide it might be time to give up texting.

ROY HARPER & JASON TODD

It’s been a long night. He’s tired, cranky and covered in mud and blood. He also might be nursing a concussion. Whatever the case, he was ready to crash and Roy’s place was closer than any of his.

He stumbles through the window with a thud, uncaring of the noise he's making. Roy's always been a heavy sleeper. Still, it's a bit disconcerting when he doesn't come to investigate the noise.

Ok, that was a little concerning; what kind of vigilante slept through a potential break-in?

He's just checking his friend's not bleeding out or dead, is what Jason tells himself as he throws back the covers on Roy's bed. Flicking the lights on with an amused laugh that quickly turns into a horrified scream at the sight of his friend, naked, an arm wrapped around his chest from behind.

"Dude, what the fuck?” You croaked, lifting your face from Roy’s back to blink blearily at whoever had interrupted your sleep. Jason's scream turning into a stream of scandalised expletives at the sight of your face.

"Seriously?! MY SISTER, ROY? MY ACTUAL SISTER?!"

"Jason, I swear to god, you better—" you grumbled, still half asleep as you tried to hide your face against the back of your barely conscious boyfriend.

"I better what? Calm down? Don't you dare tell me to CALM DOWN. My SISTER! MY SISTER and my BEST FRIEND!" He shrieks, tugging at his hair as he paced restlessly. Suddenly, he whirled on Roy, grabbing the man's shoulders. "How could you do this to me?"

"You’re talking like I’m the one who got into her bed. She climbed in here herself, dude." Roy mumbled, still sleep-laden and beyond over the situation already.

"You—YOU—climbed into his bed?!"

"I mean yeah? This is Roy's apartment." You whined, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, ignoring his unintelligible stutters.

"Quit clutching your pearls Jay, we're both adults." The scandalised gasp he lets out, hand clutching his chest is one you'd remember forever.

You finally sit up, making him screech and cover his eyes, blindly trying to throw his jacket at you. "Cover them up, you slut!"

"I dunno, Roy likes when my tits are out. Don't you honey?" You mock, relishing in the way Jason's ears turn bright red behind his hand.

Roy hums in agreement before remembering exactly who was standing before him. Your very overprotective brother, who had some very real guns.

"You know, Jase, you’re acting like I’m a bad influence on your sister, but" he turns to look at you, making you melt a little "—who could resist? She’s a catch, man."

"Did you just flirt with my sister in front of me?!" He takes his hand away from his eyes only to nearly run into the doorframe when he realises you're still naked.

"Jason give it a rest." You snickered, finally pulling on the jacket he'd thrown at you, your brother turning around at the sound of the zipper. "Besides. I've known him for longer than you."

Jason sputtered, arms crossed over his chest in extreme offence. "Well, I know him better!"

You let out a screech of outrage, smacking Roy's chest. "Baby! Tell him he's wrong!"

Roy simply turned and buried his face in his pillow, wondering if it was too late to break up with both of you.

CONNER KENT & TIM DRAKE

It wasn't exactly out of the norm for Tim to call you down to the Batcave, he often did so when he was having trouble with a case. But there was something different about the text he'd sent you. It was short and sharp, with perfect grammar and spelling, and most telling, no emojis. Yeah, something was definitely wrong.

The sight of your very much still secret boyfriend standing behind Tim with his arms crossed is enough for your stomach to sink. Luckily, years of exposure to your family's bullshit had let you perfect the art of the poker face.

"Kon? What are you doing here?" You try to remain calm; Kon visits Tim all the time; they're best friends. Yet you can't shake the sinking suspicion that starts to settle in your gut. Just as your boyfriend's about to answer, Tim swivels in the large chair facing the bat computer like a cliche supervillain.

"Now that we're all here, we can begin."

You almost don't want to ask, "begin what?"

Tim's fingers are interlaced in front of his stone-cold expression as the monitor whirs to life, showcasing a PowerPoint slide titled 'Evidence'.

"Evidence of what?" You sigh.

"Of you two dating."

"Tim," you sigh in exasperation, "you're being ridiculous."

Conner, however, is as convincing in his denial as a little girl with lipstick all over her face, swearing she didn't touch Mum's makeup.

"So we're doing this the hard way. Are you ready?"

"Tim, we really don't need - "

"Yes." You throw an incredulous look Conner's way.

"What?" He shrugs, "Kind of seems like he put a lot of effort into this."

"I did." Tim confirms.

"Oh for fuck's sake, fine, Kon and I are dating." You exclaim, throwing your arms up in exasperation.

"Thank you for your honesty, we can skip ahead a few slides." Tim nods serenely, flicking through an absurd amount of slides until he stops on.

"What this means & the consequences"

“Breakup = emotional devastation = forced to choose = loss of sibling"

“They work out = I have to hear them be gross for eternity???”

“Bruce finds out = He kills Kon = I lose my best friend.

"Hold on, you'd choose Conner over me if we broke up?" You squawk in offence.

"Obviously. No offence, babe, but we are best friends." Conner grins and you turn your mutinous glare on him.

"You're sleeping on the couch for a week." You hiss, watching in satisfaction as his grin evaporates.

"Wait, you're sleeping together?!" Tim shrieks, reaching for a suspicious batarang.

"On second thought I'm on your side!" Conner laughs nervously.

"No offence, babe, but you made your choice." You smile unnervingly widely before turning and leaving him to deal with Tim's meltdown.

CLARK KENT & BRUCE WAYNE

Bruce had given a lot of thought to how he'd die over the years, how couldn't he with the life he led? Of all the possibilities he'd imagined, choking on the tea Alfred had prepared him from the image plastered across his morning newspaper.

The picture. The picture of you. His beloved sister. You and Clark Kent. His best friend. Kissing. That picture.

"Wayne Princess spotted with new beau?" The newspaper he holds in his hands stares up at him mockingly until he accidentally rips the offending paper in half.

Plans for the day-long forgotten, Bruce hunkers down at his computer, obsessively scrolling through gossip columns, collecting information. The headlines were nearly endless: “Wayne Royalty Meets Smallville Simplicity", “Billionaire Bloodline and the Boy Next Door?", He Stole Her From Us! Gotham Mourns as Beloved Socialite Taken Off the Market.”

“BREAKING: Gotham’s IT Girl is Dating… WHO???”

The Wayne Princess: You know her, you love her, women want to be her, everyone wants to be with her — was spotted yesterday cosying up to a mystery man. It turns out, that man is Clark Kent, a journalist at the Daily Planet. Yes, a journalist. With GLASSES. Not a billionaire, not a pop star, not even an actor. Just... Clark. Look, we’re not here to judge true love or whatever, but Gotham is reeling. Our queen, our light, our socialite supreme… has chosen a man who probably thinks khakis and cardigans are acceptable date attire. The internet is in mourning. Group chats are in shambles. Thirst edits are being watched through mournful tears. Meanwhile, Clark Kent? Unbothered. Thriving. Possibly winning the “man most likely to be assassinated by bitter Gothamites" award.

All the while, he's sending countless texts and voicemails to his currently wayward sister. You'd always answered him immediately, even when you were busy; yeah he smelled a conspiracy.

Guess it was time to pull out the big guns, his kids, you never could ignore them. He calls Tim and Damian into his office, trying not to feel a little unnerved when the oldest announces that you're in Metropolis with no prompting.

"I figured you'd seen the news." The teen shrugged, answering the silent question in Bruce's eyes.

"What news?" Damian scowls, looking between his father and brother in suspicion. The kid was a Wayne alright.

"Auntie's dating Superman." Tim yawns.

"Father, I require some Kryptonite... for completely unrelated reasons," Damian says so unconvincingly that any other day Bruce might have been amused. Now though, he considered it for a few seconds.

"Ooookay, I'm going to take this one to school now." Tim chuckles awkwardly, grabbing Damian by the shoulders and hauling him out of Bruce's office before the two could plan to murder one of the greatest heroes on Earth.

(Though not before he drops your exact location for his adoptive father, he wasn't that magnanimous.)

Bruce strikes when you're in the shower, waiting until he hears the water start to run before he steps out of the shadows.

"What are your intentions with my sister?"

"Jesus Christ! Bruce!" Clark practically screamed, pulling the sheets up to cover his chest like a blushing maiden.

"Answer the question, Clark." He reiterates.

"Bruce, seriously," Clark tries to placate, only to pause at the deadly look on his friend's face. "I love her."

The earnest sincerity in Clark's gaze knocks the wind right out of his sails.

"Listen to me, Bruce, I love her, I'd protect her with my life. You have to know that." The dopey, lovesick grin that grows on his face is disgustingly sweet. "I'd marry her if she let me."

"Really?" Your breathless voice cuts in. Bruce's eyes narrowed; you tended to take long showers; there was no way you'd finished already. Unless, you intended to set him up.

Unwilling to stay and witness the inevitable sap fest, Bruce turns to you for confirmation.

"Is he good to you?" You nod and something in him softens just a little. "Then I trust you. Both of you." He pauses, barriers going back up when he notices the way you relax into Clark's welcoming embrace. "But if he breaks your heart, I will break his kneecaps"

[victorluvsalice]

-->Eventually, though, Smiler got broken out of their fishing trance by Victor using Scruberoo on them (quicker than washing their hands fifty million times in the bathroom!) -- they went and mopped up some of the puddles left behind the store by the brief snow, then tried again to breed a spotted dirt frog. This time, they succeeded! :D However, that of course yielded only ONE spotted dirt frog, and the frogs wouldn't be ready to breed again for a while -- so how were they going to keep one for themselves AND give one to Victor to brew up some Nimble Mind potion?

Via the power of Copypasto, of course! Yes, you can copy frogs! I plonked the new frog in the store, then had Victor hit it with the spell a couple of times to get like five frogs. One went into Smiler's inventory to be added to their collection, while the rest went into Victor's inventory to be brewed up! Like I said -- spell is OP, and I love it.

-->However, that final round of copying had left Victor pretty dangerously overcharged -- I had him discharge all the excess build-up, then sent him downstairs to start brewing up his Nimble Mind potion, as that seemed a safer activity than continuing to abuse Copypasto for the moment. XD Alice finished off the last of her oversized conserves (watermelon, as you can probably see) after a bathroom break, then headed downstairs to make a bit of blueberry jam, while Smiler sucked down a plasma fruit before heading downstairs themselves to make some more synthetic food tablets on their apothecary bench before getting to work upgrading said bench (it has one upgrade, which stops it from ever breaking). Might as well, right? Victor finished off his Nimble Mind potion and bottled it up, then he and Alice started working the bulk processors -- Victor making bulk bags of sugar (with a brief break to Scruberoo the machine), while Alice made boxes of green peas, green beans, and dried sage to fill out THAT shelf. Smiler went back to tablets as they continued with that...

[aither-extraordinairre]

Finally trying to write down all our email info and site login junk, and it's so funny seeing eachother's personal info. Ra's last name is Scarecrow, apparently. Red says they were born in 1999 because they like saying they're 23. I just learned that Val's birthday is May 28th (I had no idea she even HAD a birthday, but alright!!).

There's an alter that disappeared many years ago, but we still use her email for a ton of stuff, so she's sorta like. a fossil. she's long gone, but we have her bones lovingly displayed in a museum called gmail dot com

[invincibledc]

HI HELLO HOW ARE YOU?! TBH I WASNT EXPECTING AN ACTUAL RACCOON! READER WITH THE BATBOYS BUT THANK YOU!

OMG BUT IMAGINE LIKE A TURF WAR RACCOON! READER HAS WITH OTHER ACTUAL RACCOONS FOR THE TRASH AND TRASH CAN LIKE ONE DAY THE BATBOYS SPOT RACCOONS! READER BY THE TRASH ACTING AGGRESSIVE AND TERRITORIAL AND ARE LIKE WHY THEY BEING LIKE THAT SO THEY GO AND CHECK IT OUT AND ITS LIKE OH DAMN THERE ARE ACTUAL RACCOONS! 

- 🦝 anon

Y/N’S TERRITORY

Pair: Raccoon!reader x platonic batboys

Summary: after months of adopting this small hybrid, the brothers find their new adopted sibling fighting actual raccoons!

Growls were heard outside, it was a cold night as fog hit damian’s window. The tanned boy grumbled annoyed, hearing more absurdly loud sounds from outside. Sitting up with anger in his eyes, Tim comes in his room sipping coffee.

“Is it me..” sip “or am I hearing noises?” Damian glares at his brother before rubbing his eyes and pulling the covers from him. “It is certainly not just you drake.” Damian goes out in a green robe and green fuzzy slippers as Tim and him leave his rom to go investigate.

There in the hall, Dick rushed out with panic in his eyes. “Where’s cupcake?!” He exclaims as he looks at his two younger brothers. Damian raised a brow as Tim just finished his mug. “Cupcake?” Damian questions as Dick runs his finger through his perfect black hair despite running into the hall like a mad man.

“Yeah, Y/N is cupcake because one time they had gotten strawberry icing on their face and it was so cut—”

“I don’t care anymore Grayson.”

“Okay..” dick says a little disappointed but then he snapped into seriousness. “All seriousness, have you heard outside?”

“Yeah.”

Dick jolts as he turns around to see Jason behind him wearing a white tank top and gray sweats. His hair tuffled with the tank top showing off his scars on his body. “Where’s the pipsqueak at?” Jason says, now going this weird brotherly meeting. “That’s the thing, we don’t know.” Tim says with a frown. He was worried you may be somewhere you aren’t supposed to be. Or worse. He’s just hoping you are sleeping on the couch.

The air is tense as there was a hissing noise and a bang. The boys looked downstairs with narrowed eyes, Jason pulls out a bat which shocks Dick. “Jay, where in the world—” “Don’t ask questions Dickie. Let’s fine the little shit now.” His nerves were already up as dick nods with the two younger brothers behind him.

The boys go down slowly on the stairs, they go into the kitchen to see it’s clean. But unusually clean, usually you would be making a mess and running off. Damian narrowed his eyes with knitted brow. “Suspicious of Y/N to not at least rummage the kitchen like a crazed rodent like usual.”

“You can say that again. They didn’t eat the coffee beans laid out.” Tim points to the bags of coffee beans untouched. Damian’s eyes widen as he grabbed it. “Impossible they raw coffee beans! They’ve been kidnapped, we must inform father!” Damian goes to run off but Tim grabbed the back of the small boy’s robe.

“Or maybe, they’re outside.” Tim points to the back door of the kitchen where another loud crashing sound is made.

The boys go outside to see you being hostile, in your cute Nightwing onesie Dick made you wear. You’re standing infront of the trash can, clawing at raccoons. You’re just trying to protect your trash from these pesky animals!

“What the—" Jason puts the bat by his side. Tim was shocked with an open jaw as Damian just stood there.

“There’s actual raccoons??!” Tim exclaims. “Cupcake no! You’ll get rabies!” Dick then grabs Jason’s bat, make the man with the strike of white hair yell. He rushes over to you, picking you up as you hiss at the raccoons who stood on their feet.

“Fight! Me fight! Fight!” You chanted as you clawed the air for them.

“No fight! Y/N! No fight!” Dick chants at you as he swishes the bat at the raccoons who looked like they may as well try and jump the blue eyed male. The brothers stared at the eldest who kept swatting at the raccoons who finally backed off and scattered. You smirked, thinking how cool you handled it as you laughed maniacally.

“Y/N rules! Me rule trash!” You placed your hands on your hips. Puffing your chubby cheeks with happiness.

“And y/n is grounded.” Dick sternly says as Jason snatched the bat from the male and goes back into the manor. You gasp shocked, you, the mighty y/n getting grounded for protecting your turf?!

“Unfair! Unfair!” You exclaimed angrily, Dick rolled his eyes not caring no more. “Too bad, you shouldn’t have snuck out of your bed.” Tim, after a few minutes of watching you try to get your justice. Walks into the manor as well, leaving you with the two brothers.

Damian goes over to his brother, making grabby hands to you. “Dick, I want to hold them…”

Dick narrowed his eyes. “Why should I?”

“Because, I want to.” Damian glared with intensity at his older brother. Green eyes and blue eyes glared at each other before you yawned.

“Sleepy… eepy… e….” Soft snores erupt from you. Making the boys stop the glaring battle and stare at your sleeping form. “Guess they tired themselves from the battle..” Damian nods, his eyes softening as he touches your hair.

“Cute.” Dick chuckled. “I agree lil D, let’s go back inside.. it’s cold.”

After that, the boys went back to the manor with a sleepy raccoon child.

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𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞-𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: caleb x fem! reader 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: caleb cuts her steak into perfect little bites, because loving her means fussing over everything.

caleb had gone all out.

he wasn’t just trying to impress her—though, if he was honest, he loved the way she’d looked around the dining room with those wide, doe eyes, her small hand tightening around his sleeve like she didn’t quite belong there. that wasn’t true, of course. In caleb’s eyes, she belonged everywhere good. and tonight, he was going to make sure she remembered that.

the restaurant was absurdly fancy. all crystal chandeliers and velvet-backed chairs, the kind of place with quiet violin music and waiters who looked like they’d trained at royal courts. but caleb didn’t blink. he'd walked in like he owned the place, his hand on the small of her back, keeping her close.

“i got us the best seat,” he murmured into her ear, guiding her to a candlelit booth tucked in the corner with a perfect view of the city skyline. “you like it?”

she nodded, too shy to say much, but the smile tugging at her lips was enough. She was wearing a dress he’d picked out—just for tonight—something soft and flattering, something that made her look like she belonged in that glitzy world. he hadn’t stopped looking at her since they left the apartment.

when the waiter came around, caleb didn’t even let her glance at the prices.

“she’ll have the pepper crusted ribeye—medium. oh, and you said you wanted those mashed potatoes on the side too, hm?” he said smoothly, eyes locked on the poor man like he was delivering state secrets. “i do hope you remember our earlier conversation as well, yes?”

the waiter blinked. nodded quickly. disappeared.

of course, she didn’t need to know that he had personally gone out of his way to tell the chef to make sure her order was perfect, that if any sort of food she didn’t like so much as touched her plate, he’d personally have his subordinates deal with the staff. he knew it was too much, but for her? he didn’t care at all. 

she let out a little, awkward laugh behind her hand. “gege… i think you scared him off…”

caleb just propped his elbow on the table, a lazy smile on his face as he admired her, chin in the palm of his hand. “he looked like the sorta guy who would try to sneak in a green bean. i don’t trust him.”

“and if you wanna milkshake after this,” he said, casually straightening his fork, “i’ll get you every flavour they’ve got, line ‘em up like a tastin' platter.”

her eyes widened. “you don’t have to do all of that!” 

he gave her a lopsided grin. “but i wanna.” 

dinner arrived like a work of art—her steak plated just right, mashed potatoes like clouds, everything perfectly arranged with not a green thing in sight. but before she could reach for her fork, caleb slid out of his seat and came over to her side.

“let me,” he said, kneeling just a bit, nudging gently into her side like he always did when they were kids and he wanted her attention. he took the steak knife and cut slow, precise slices, turning the plate just so she could reach the best pieces first.

“don’t want you messin’ up your dress,” he murmured, nudging the fork into her hand with a smile. “or chokin’ on a big bite. can’t have that. not when I finally got you to wear this pretty thing.”

“i-i’m not clumsy… you’re treating me like a child, caleb…” she huffed, cheeks warm with the teetering of a pout on her face.

he could only chuckle as he turned his attention to her plate, angling it so that the steak faced him better. the knife in his hand caught the candlelight, bright against the dark grain of the meat. he pressed the blade in gently, slicing down in a slow, practiced motion. not too fast. he didn’t want to tear the sear. he wanted every bite to be perfect. she deserved perfect. 

one by one, the cuts came, clean and precise. he was quiet as he worked, brows furrowed in a deep focus, like this was the most important thing he’d done all week. and maybe it was. not the mission reports piling back in his office. not the simulation drills scheduled for the early morning. this— making sure her steak was easy to eat, tidy, manageable— felt far more urgent. 

she was watching him with a half-embarrassed, half-affectionate sort of expression, her fingers curled loosely in her lap, shoulders drawn in as though she was trying to shrink under the weight of his attention. but she wasn’t stopping him. letting him do what he always did— fuss, hover, take care of her like it was what he was put on this earth to do. 

“you always do this,” she murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “people are staring.”

“let them,” caleb said without looking up. he carefully wiped the edge of the blade with a napkin before setting it down. “you think i care what anyone thinks?”

her face went warm again, and he smiled, satisfied. 

he reached for her fork next— then hesitated. 

just for a moment, he imagined it.

her sitting there, eyes wide and lashes fluttering, while he held the fork up to her lips. feeding her like she was royalty, and he was just some devoted knight, kneeling at her feet, simply grateful just to be close. maybe she’d laugh, duck her head, say he was being ridiculous. maybe she’d roll her eyes, open her mouth anyway. trust him enough to let him care in that quiet, intimate way.

the thought made his heart twist. but he didn’t do it. not yet. 

instead, he placed the fork neatly beside her plate and leaning in, his voice dropping to a teasing murmur. “there, cut into perfect little bites. princess sized.”

“i’m not a kid, caleb.”

“no,” he said with a soft grin. “but you’re mine to fuss over. that part’s never changing.” 

she gave a huff of exasperation, stabbing a piece of steak with more force than necessary— but she was smiling, trying not to show it. 

he looked up at her then, still crouched beside her chair, one knee on the floor, and something in his chest ached at how sweet she looked in the candlelight. like something soft and golden. like the girl who used to fall asleep on his shoulder after too many cartoons, still somehow his, even here, in this glittering palace of a restaurant.

“you like it?” he asked quietly, not the food, but everything. the night. him.

she nodded. “i do.”

caleb could only grin, taking a piece of her steak and popping it into his mouth, before he settled back into his seat, heart full and warm.

for her? he’d do this every night. he didn’t care how much it cost, every cent of his belonged to her.

and when he had nothing? he would still be wholly hers, completely. 

a/n: i've been strangely motivated as of late... we'll see how long this lasts... in the meantime, i've opened requests for those who are interested ^^