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[haveihitanerve]

batman has trouble telling his family how he feels. So he decides he can write it down in a journal or leave them notes. It's easy to write down the words than say them because the words he wants to say always get lost in translation when he opens his mouth. Dickie when he was robin has a whole box filled with notes from Bruce. Turns out batman can be funny when he writes his thoughts down. Jason writes back to Bruce just as sassy.

i love this

With Dick, the first note appeared after the first fight. A nasty fight, where Dick had screamed

"YOU'RE NOT MY DAD, WHY DO YOU EVEN CARE, I DON'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO YOU!!!!"

Bruce had gone quiet after the words, and isolated himself away. Dick had felt crummy afterwards, but there wasn't much to do about it, Bruce wasn't around to apologize to and... well, it was true. The screams had just been... inner thoughts he hadn't voiced.

Bruce knew it too. And, it shouldn't have to be up to Dick to make amends. So he withdrew to his office, locked it tight, so that he wouldn't say words he'd regret and make things worse with Dick.

The first few drafts... were hard. But Bruce found his rhythm, and it was so much better. He could erase and start again, and reword, and clear up any parts that weren't clear. He could be concise, precise, honest and literate, he didn't have to stumble and rip his way through an uncomfortable conversation where he'd make things worse.

Dick found the note later that night, laying on his pillow, three pages worth of words that told him he was loved, whether or not he wanted Bruce to be his dad, he could just remain a friend, a brother if he wanted, and that he cared, even if it wasn't always shown, even if it wasn't as a father.

Bruce established boundaries, and apologized too, because it was needed, and it was so much easier to say what he needed to through written words, instead of admitting them aloud. Maybe it made him a coward, it made him a coward, but the next morning Dick hugged him and apologized back, so it worked.

The notes became frequent from then on, usually after fights, or misunderstandings, and Dick understood the need, knew that Bruce wasn't as able to concisely share his thoughts and formulate them as well on the spot aloud, so he let it happen, but soon they became more commonplace, left on chimneys on patrol for Dick to find, little love notes and encouraging words that Bruce became better at saying aloud too.

Dick kept each one, tucking them safely into his belt, and kept them in a box in his closet, one he had made at school with Bruce during a parent-child fun day, and pulled them out to read every so often, when things between them got hard.

The box moved with him, stuffed in the closet at Bludhaven, and postage was expensive, travel even more so, but Bruce still sent him letters, apologies Dick didn't open, notes taped to his window he tossed away (still into a pile he never threw out, but never read either).

When things got better, Dick would read the notes, but he never touched the letters from before, because for once he needed the words from Bruce's lips, and he had liked Bruce's stumbling, his faltering and chagrin, and did not want to read his well thought out, thorough one instead. He still kept the notes, of course.

With Barbara.... Bruce didn't have a claim to her. She wasn't his daughter. She wasn't looking for a father. She wasn't, quite honestly, even looking for a mentor. But she found one in him anyway, whether either of them liked it or not.

But Bruce still sent her notes. Little letters, facts, information, telling her through a note was easier than in person. Because then he could lay it all out, and maybe she'd see something he'd missed. Because she always did. She completed him, in a way none of the other did. In a way even Dick didn't. But, then again, they all completed him in different ways. Hers was just more noticeable.

After Joker... every day he wrote to her, flooding her phone with messages, her laptop with emails, her room with cards and flowers and notes.

And when she moved to the Clock Tower it didn't stop, maybe slowed a little, became smaller in quantity, but he always sent her something. Let her check over his work, proofread anything and everything. His fresh set of eyes.

She wrote back, sometimes. But she was more like Dick in that regard, choosing to answer his messages verbally rather than write back. She did have the perfect time to do it too, and she always had something to say.

Barbara never struggled with her words the way he did. And he appreciated it. Loved it, even. Even if it usually didn't mean anything good for him...

With Jason... Bruce hadn't done it, originally, because Jason was just so bright, and understood, and didn't need the words because he heard them because Bruce was better, all the mistakes he'd made with Dick cleaned up a bit.

But Jason needed the words, and he had such a spark, so Bruce began writing again, sliding notes under his son's door and leaving them taped around the house, or on patrol. And Jason, Jason wrote back.

Little witty notes, marked up Bruce letters with grammar corrections, book recommendations, questions about what they were eating for dinner, or little stories, scrawled in the margins of notebook paper, stuck to Bruce's cape, or on his pillow, or taped to his mirror.

Bruce still wrote the letters, left them in Jason's room, after his death. Red Hood never mentioned it, but after a trip to the manor to "haunt" them, he became a little less violent.

With Tim, Bruce was ashamed to admit, he just didn't care. He didn't care that Tim winced at his words, he didn't care if he was misunderstood, he didn't care if he neglected the boy.

And it hurt, Bruce knew it hurt him, but he just didn't care, couldn't bring himself to, not when Tim was so much like the boy he'd lost, not when Tim was so different.

But Tim started writing letters, originally just for himself, begging for affection, begging for his parents to love him, begging for Bruce to notice him. Then the notes got angry, rants, screaming, slashes across the page, pencil marks that tore paper and dug groves into the table.

He kept them all to himself, waded up in the corner of his room, but Bruce found them, found them all, and he hated himself, hated the Drakes, but he couldn't even fault them because he, oh he was much worse. (no he wasn't the Drakes owed Tim love and affection those were his parents and a child deserves that from his parents Bruce tech didn't owe him anything but shiii he was awful and-)

So Bruce started writing again, answering all of Tim's pleas, cataloging every single movement and jump and case and file and everything Tim had ever done right and congratulating him, giving him pride Bruce wasn't even sure he was allowed to give anymore, and he apologized, begged for forgiveness, for a chance to start over, because he was better now, Tim had made him better, and he wanted... he wanted to be better. For Tim.

In the end the note was twenty three pages long, and ended with the simple phrase, "I love you, you are my Robin, and I'm so sorry"

Tim was at school, so Bruce left it on his bed, and shut himself away in the cave until he got home. He always stopped by his room first, tidying everything up, because he was only a "guest" and all, before heading down to the cave.

Bruce waited for two hours. When Tim finally came into the cave, his eyes were red, tears still falling down his face.

"Oh Timmy," Bruce breathed. "I'm so so sorry." Tim walked to him, and collapsed in his arms.

And from then on, things were better. Not perfect, nothing to do with Bruce's personal life was perfect, but it was better. It was good. And Bruce started sending notes. Slowly, they turned from letters into emails, into texts and shared google docs. So Tim would have evidence in his favored form, of Bruce's love.

With Stephanie... things were different. She didn't live at the manor. She had a father, albeit a bad one, and Bruce didn't want to give her another one of those.

But he still left her notes, information, or clues, things that gave her autonomy for a bit, let her work still "alone" as Spoiler, but kept her connected to him. To Robin. And when she died...

Bruce gave every letter to Leslie. Not because he knew, exactly, but because he knew she was closer to Stephanie, and he couldn't have them at home. Couldn't look at them.

Leslie gave every one to Steph. Who read them. Sometimes. Enough times that when she came back, she wasn't as hard on Bruce. Enough times that she let him hug her. And came over for dinner. And never regretted being Robin. Enough times to admit she loved him too. And that he would never be her father. Because at his core, he was a good person, and Arthur Brown was not that.

With Cassandra, Bruce didn't write letters. Not only because Cass couldn't read, but because she could read him. And no words were necessary. For once, he could love someone in silence.

With Damian, words came easier, somehow. Maybe because Damian needed words, needed the commands to be spoken aloud, needed the reprimand or the praise. He needed the tone, couldn't weed it out of what Bruce had written like the others, needed the verbal confirmation or denial.

Bruce needed the words to. To tell his son it was alright to mess up, to make mistakes. He needed to words to reassure his son that harsh language was the extent of what he was going to get. That punishment wasn't physical in their world. In his home.

He wrote Damian letters too, of course, in the case his youngest might feel excluded, but usually only at special occasions, a card for his birthday, or a quick poem to brighten his day.

And words... words came easier now. After so many. It was easier to tell Damian what he needed, aloud as well as on paper. It was easier to speak, to not stumble over his words, to praise and apologize. A good thing too, because Damian needed it. And maybe... maybe Bruce did too.

[taro-pdf]

HASO: Coworkers, Coworkers

The cast:

Faja - alien (tuscia) - speech at higher frequencies than humans can hear Kell - human - deaf Bob and Jeff - generic tentacled aliens

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[Open scene on the break room of an intergalactic ship. Faja and Kell are siting on a bench to the side of the room as their coworkers move around, conversing and doing normal (?) break room things] [Jeff and bob look at Kell and Faja.]

Jeff: Bob, Human Kell is flapping around again.

Bob: I see this, Jeff, and it seems it is infectious.

Jeff: Is this one of those human diseases?

Bob: I do not know. We shall report this to medical.

Jeff: Yes, we shall. Strange they went to space without first creating nanobot immune systems.

Bob: most strange indeed.

[Across the room, Faja and Kell have been holding their own conversation in ASL, which Kell taught Faja after their first meeting]

Faja: Kell, have I told you about that time I accidentally burst the glass one of our coworkers was holding?

Kell: What? No?

Faja: I only spoke, but apparently the frequency of my speech was the resonating frequency of the glass. It shattered in their hand!

Kell: that's almost as good as the time I flashed the lights to get the attention of our Sipdid coworker, forgetting light flashing creates a fight response in hir species.

[cheeseceli]

Skz reaction to their s/o listening to angry music

Pairing: ot8 skz × gn!Reader (individually)

Genre: I'm pretty sure this is fluff

Request: "i was wondering if u could write like a reaction of skz when they find out that yn is listening to angry music (metal, rage rap,..)"

A/N: I AM SO LATE with this request, I'm so so sorry😭 it took me a while to figure out how i wanted to write this but I hope you like it nevertheless! Also first time I use dividers and I think it's so cute (credits in the end of the post)

Bang Chan

I think he would be so surprised?? Mainly if your music taste doesn't match your appearance

Like imagine you wear such soft clothes and then you're listening to rage in your headphones

He would be tempted to make more songs like this to stray kids though

And would ask for your opinion ofc, might even put your name in the credits

Will also send tiktoks he finds about angry music all the time

And if he ever gets to know one of your favourite artists (this man knows the whole entertainment industry atp) he will let you know and might even bring you an autograph

Lee Know

He would find out your music taste when you guys made one of those matchings in spotify

He swore you guys would be more than 90% compatible

you were only 34%

he is in shock

But he listens to every single song that shows up on the matching

Might even add some to his favourites

Will let you know his opinions too

And if another member likes angry music as well, he will mention you in the conversation

He might even use this as a way to bring you closer to the members

His s/o and his best friends, he would love that

Changbin

If you like angry rap he is now taking notes lmao

Will try to incorporate it in his own rap

Takes you to concerts!!

Buy you merch!!

Tries to meet with your favourite artists!!

Makes angry music for skz!!

Will do everything and anything when it comes to your likings, including musical taste

And he would add angry music in your karaoke nights

He is screaming from the top of his lungs into the mic but he is so happy lol

Please scream with him, thank you

Hyunjin

I feel like he always knew that

It was probably one of the first things he knew about you

And even though he might not like this musical genre personally, he will probably listen to it sometimes and will have some of your songs in his playlist

But he likes it the most when he is driving and you play one of your playlists on the radio

When you sing along>>

And!!

If you know the story behind one of the artists/songs PLEASE tell him

He would love to listen to you explain it to him

Han

You can't convince me that this man doesn't have some songs like that in his playlist as well

He goes to the gym listening to the most agressive songs ever

So he actually is pretty happy you guys have something else in common

And if you guys like the same artist or the same song, he is in heaven

Specially if it's metal

Nothing will change my mind, he listens to metal a lot

And agressive rap

Will also incorporate to his rap sometimes and maybe will even put some references to your favourite artists on the lyrics

Will add a lot of your recommendations to his playlist

Felix

Tried to do a matching on spotify as well and was in shock with how many metal and rap was there

Asks you to make a playlist for him recommending some songs

Will show your recs to the members as well

Suddenly all the dorm is listening to metal

And if you ever think that his voice could match one of your favourites songs, he would be so honoured fr

Like, you're making an association between a thing that you love and him, he is so genuinely happy

Will try to sing it ofc

Seungmin

He is other one who I think will probably not like the genre that much

But will listen to it whenever you listen to it

He really likes to share an earphone with you

If you're up to it, so is he

And also likes to pick which song you're listening to

Will make a whole queue for you to listen

And if he ever comes across to another angry music, he is sending it to you immediately

I.N

Now that they have personal instagram accounts (I'm so happy lmao) he will post a picture on his stories and will let you choose the song

So he is wearing the cutest outfit but rage is playing on the background

He finds it pretty cool ngl

And since we're talking about fashion

He would love to see how your musical taste reflects on your clothes, if it does

It's so interesting he swears

He would also spoil you with merch and concerts

I believe he would try to listen to some angry music to try to impress you lmao

Like you'd be listening to some music and somehow he knows the artist, the album and even the release date

Pretend you didn't see him search everything on google

Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

Dividers by @cafekitsune (thank you btw!)

[voidandabyssal]

Hi, it's me again! Could I please request the UT and US Bros with a neko s/o that can also shift into a cat? And does like, cat things such as wanting pets, getting in their lap, and mewing like a cat. Bonus points if they also have an adorable kitten sneeze lol

Let’s dive right in!

Sans:

Loves the kitty form

Nothing like you, your partner, and the nice hot sun to soak in

Honestly papyrus will probably always find you two napping together

He also loves petting you

Sans loves soft things, like your fur or your fluffy little kitty ears!!

He almost has to hold back on begging you to cuddle him in your cat form

Papyrus:

Bro probably thinks it’s a totally normal human thing to do

“Hm, yes, my human S/O has cat ears and the ability to turn into an animal. Yes that totally seems like a normal human thing to do”

Jokes aside, he loves giving you pets

He didn’t think he would. He’s never really pet anything before (except for the occasional royal guard dog) but he does

You might actually convince him to take a nap if you settle in his lap, purring

MIGHT is the key word though,

He’s still an energetic man!

Blue (US sans):

When you first meet Blue is definitely curious about you

He’s never seen a human with cat ears before! He actually runs up to you and starts asking questions

That’s your little meet cute

Anyways, he loves your fur,

He especially loves brushing it

He finds it so relaxing to comb through your cat fur, keeping it nice and shiny and free from dirt.

He loves your purring as well

Nothing better than after a long day of work getting to lay your head on your partners chest and listen to them purr😩

Stretch (US papyrus):

He notes your odd appearance but doesn’t care enough to ask

He figures he can just find out from the internet anyhow

He secretly bought a red laser pen and when he’s bored he shines it near you

Stretch can’t help but cackle as you tackle Blue trying to get that damn red dot

He’s like sans, in where they both love to snuggle you

Stretch will just pick you up, yes even in your human form, and drag you to wherever he wants to cuddle. Usually the bed or couch

Stretch is also just a little curious on how cat like you are in your animal form

Do you like cat food? Will you knock over a glass of water? Will catnip get you high (it definitely does)

He goes a little mad scientist trying to get these answers

[kingofyewnork]

spot/sprace

rubs hands together evilly i'm going to go modern bc it wasn't specified and i have more to go off of!! but if that's not what you wanted just send another ask :)

spot is a cat person

he drinks black coffee in public because of his Reputation (he's mister tough guy and he likes scaring little children by looking surly and unfriendly) but as soon as fall starts? prepare for Sugar.

spot is a psl lover. yes. i said it.

he used to keep it a secret but one day he said ykw? fuck this. i'm going to drink my fucking pumpkin spice lattes and anyone who dares stop me will get a mouthful of My Fist.

(everyone knows not to touch spot's coffee. ever. but especially not the Psl.)

contrary to his name, he despises polka dots with a burning passion

he does, however, appreciate a nice classic stripe (as seen in livesies)

he will only eat greek yogurt. none of that watery yoplait shit he's a chobani boy THROUGH AND THROUGH

(this is an ongoing debate between him and racer, who thinks greek yogurt is a disgrace to humanity (race's favorite yogurt is strawberry gogurt))

[haveihitanerve]

The habit started when Dick was eight, shortly after he had first moved into the manor. He didn't know Bruce was Batman yet, and Bruce tucked him in early before heading out on patrol, and then stumbled into his room later, falling into bed. It had been on one such nights when he had limped up the stairs to his room, and found a tiny Dick Grayson curled outside his door with Zitka tucked under one arm, the other holding a gray blanket with tiny black bats. He was asleep, huddled tightly against Bruce's door. Bruce wouldn't claim to be an expert on children. He wouldn't even claim to be an expert on his own children. Especially not at this point. But, he did remember, years before. When he had done the exact same thing at Alfred's door when he had nightmares. Alfred had never noticed. But Bruce... now Bruce had noticed. And so the habit began. Bruce installed alerts on the outside of Dick's door, so that he was made aware whenever the kid stumbled out of bed, and had enough prep time to sprint home as fast as possible from patrol to shuffle out of his suit and into bed with a book, making sure the light was on, and the door cracked.

Barbara wasn't in the manor most nights, but Bruce made sure she had his number, and hacked her phone to call him if she woke up in the middle of the night. Surprisingly, she never unhacked it.

When Jason came Bruce had the same mechanic installed, just in case. He didn't know about how Jason's life had been before. He didn't know if his new ward was going to have nightmares. If he was going to, needed to seek Bruce out in the night for comfort. But he had it installed. Just in case. Jason knew he was Batman. But he never questioned how it was possible that Bruce was always awake when he needed him. Bruce preferred it that way.

By the time Tim rolled around, it was more habit than any parental instinct that had Bruce installing the alert. Still, it startled him the first time he went to patrol alone and got the notification that Tim was awake. He rushed home as fast as possible, but Tim never arrived at his bedroom door. So Bruce sought him out instead, faking insomnia, or stress, or wanting to work a case. They stayed up late, talking facts, or baking cookies, or just curled up on the couch together, talking. It soothed something in him, to just talk to someone for once. And Tim clearly needed the connection too. From then on Bruce kept the living room light on no matter what.

When Stephanie came, she didn't even stay at the manor. Still, Bruce made sure to get into her apartment. He never visited, when he got the message she was awake, even after she stopped being Robin, but he made sure she felt seen, dropping by the next day with Alfred's cooking, or sending the Bat signal up himself to see if she would come. So that he could be there for her. He got her a nightlight, a little purple bulb that projected bats onto her walls, for her to turn on when she was upset or scared from a nightmare. He programmed the light to inform him when she turned it on. Her own personal Bat Signal.

Cass never woke up from nightmares. A curse and a blessing all in one, but Bruce made sure to install a motion detector in her room, to monitor if she got jerky and afraid in sleep.

By the time Damian rolled around Bruce was fairly well experienced in how to handle traumatized children. Damian had never experienced nightmares before, it was clear. But suddenly, in a safe environment(after enough time had passed) his body allowed him to feel fear in sleep without fear of the consequences when waking. Bruce made sure Damian's room was right next to his, and that his door was cracked just so to pour light into his youngest son's room when he awoke, so he thought knew Bruce was awake.

Duke created the light himself when he had nightmares, but Bruce still installed a motion detector in his room. Just in case.

Bruce sleeps with the light on so his kids think he's awake and won't be afraid to come to him in the middle of the night

[koobiie]

shoutout to everyone who wants to infodump but cant string together coherent thoughts to form sentences and instead just look at you like this

[thotsandpreyers]

“HOPE” spotted in Washington D.C.

[spineless-lobster]

I am not the divine masculine or the divine feminine I am the divine comedy and you will address me as such

[haveihitanerve]

Tim was tired. This wasn't something new. In fact, Tim was fairly certain he had come out of the womb permanently exhausted. But recently life had just gotten so much more tiring. Probably because Jason was back in the family and for some reason Bruce paired the two of them together a bunch and also didn't once argue when Jason went on one of his rants about how awful Bruce was. Tim couldn't stand it. Because Jason just didn't know. And Bruce absolutely refused to speak. To counter him. He refused to defend himself, and it drove Tim insane. He could tell it weighed on Dick too, but Dick had always been the good boy, the one who knew when to push and when to leave well enough alone, the one who stood down when Bruce ordered. Tim... Tim wasn't him.

"B just gets on my goddamn nerves." Jason began the rant the way he always did. Stating a fact, something everybody knew, and then using examples.

"Like??? That dude is so totally going to keeping going after people. And we all know the GCPD won't hold him for long. B should've just killed him and been done with it. Just like how he should've killed-"

"ENOUGH!!" Tim bellowed, snapping at last. Jason blinked, rearing back in surprise. "Just... just enough." Tim snarled, eyes bright with a dangerous fire. "Leave him alone. Leave his morals, alone. I won't stand by and listen to it anymore." Jason scoffed, some of his righteous anger sparking in his eyes.

"Of course you won't. Not Replacement. Replacement has to stay on B's good side otherwise he'll be replaced." Jason pitched his voice high and whiny, rolling his eyes. Tim ground his teeth. "Please. You lay your insecurities out for everyone to see."

"And you don't?" Tim snapped back. "Yes, I am afraid of losing Robin, because for me, Jason? This was a job. Not the family business, not something Bruce handed me, but something I had to fight for. I had to claw my way into this life, into this family, and sure, yeah. I worry sometimes that the foundation is a little crumbly. That Bruce will grow tired of me, of my mistakes, of everything. And kick me out. But its not a job anymore. Its my life." He seethed, hands curling into angry fists.

Jason frowned at him in confusion. "What do you mean this was a job originally? Bruce didn't... you're adopted." Tim swallowed. He couldn't... he shouldn't... Bruce didn't... Tim sighed. "I forced Bruce to let me become Robin." There. He'd said it. He had been holding that secret for the whole year Jason had been back now. He'd wanted to tear his hair out every time Jason yelled at Bruce for replacing him so quickly when it just wasn't true, but he had resisted. Now... now he'd finally said it.

"I... you died, Jason. And it... it really messed him up. Like- a lot." Tim reached into his back pocket and tugged out his phone. Barbara had looked slightly ill at his requests, she remembered the time after Jason's death and Tim's first few runs as Robin as well as he did, but she was in agreement with him that it couldn't go on. She hated Bruce for a lot of things, blamed him for some, and yelled at him enough for others. But she refused to stand by any longer. Just like Tim.

Jason looked curious and confused as Tim scrolled through his camera roll, finding the pictures he was looking for. "Here." he extended the phone to Jason. "This... this uh happened about thirteen weeks after your death. I- it was one of my first patrols with Bruce and uh." Tim swallowed, nodding to the picture.

"That man there, his name is Robert Culvin. He... he has a daughter. He- he robbed a grocery store and me and B stopped him. Everything was fine, actually. But then." Tim shook his head, running a hand through his hair. Jason was pale, staring at the picture.

"He mentioned you." Jason's head jerked up. Tim wasn't looking at him anymore, lost in the memory. "Said something about how he needed to feed his daughter, and how Bruce wouldn't know what its like to care for a child right? Because well, he got his kid killed." Something akin to fear slithered up Jason's spine at the way Tim was speaking.

"And... something came over Bruce. He just... he wouldn't stop." Tim shook his head, hands shaking. "I tried to pull him away- I was screaming by then and there was so much blood and-" He laughed hoarsely, tucking his hands against his chest to keep them from shaking. "If you uh.. Scroll left, you'll see... you'll see what he did before I came in." Jason's face took on a nasty shade of somehow both white and green at the same time.

"Yeah." Tim agreed quietly. "Listen, I know you don't like Bruce. And I get it, I guess. To some extent. But you weren't there. Bruce mourned you. He's still mourning you, even now. And- and well. If I hadn't stepped in..." Tim shook his head, standing with the help of his bo staff.

"Let's just say that Dick would be wearing a much darker suit and I would have been attending a funeral instead of going out on patrol." All remaining color blanched from Jason's face. Tim nodded slowly. "Yeah. So, the next time you think about yelling at him..." He lifted the phone, screen still filled with images. There were so many of them. "Maybe..." Tim shrugged. "Think again."

Bruce: I know it’s hard, but you must remain forgiving and merciful, Jason.

Tim, who had to watch Bruce skin a man alive like a piece of salmon with a batarang for saying something rude about his then deceased son, throw him in the back of the Batmobile, and drive him to the hospital just to beat him up again:

[pangur-and-grim]

one thing that took me embarrassingly long to learn is "sometimes when people say things, they will not be true."

I used to tell people about this revelation and they'd be like yeah.....duh.....but like, why wouldn't my base assumption be that you're communicating to me in a straightforward manner. anyway, I get scammed a lot.

[haveihitanerve]

I just woke up and got stuff to do today so this ask will probably be short.

Bruce "Anxiety is my strength" Wayne being groped by different men and women at a gala but doing nothing to stop them despite being uncomfortable because Brucie Wayne is a playboy who wouldn't care—who would love the attention.

His children have a problem with that mentality. All of them (the main 7 at least: Dick, Jason, Tim, Duke, Steph, Cass, Damian).

mmmm. this you? anyway lets answer-

Damian was bored. This was nothing new, at least, not concerning Gotham's elite. Gala's were the epitome of horrible boringness, but he did understand the need for them. The need for enforcing their public personas. Didn't mean knowing the reason and knowing it was logical made it any more fun.

He drifted over to his eldest two brothers side, as the two had congregated over by the wall, watching the dance floor critically. It was rare to see them together at functions like this, especially this high profile of a Gala, not because they didn't like each other (anymore) but more because everyone usually spread out, endorsing different parts of Wayne Enterprises and wooing the guests in different ways. To gather meant not doing that. To gather showed regrouping, showed disinterest in the guests.

"What are you doing?" Damian asked, joining them. Though it was wrong for three of them to be off the dance floor and not mingling, he couldn't help it. He would never admit it, but his siblings were the most interesting people here. "Watching Bruce." Dick answered grimly, indeed not taking his eyes off his father.

"Jay we have to do something." Jason ran a hand through his hair, messing it up, and shrugged at his brother, though it clearly annoyed him as much as it did Dick whatever they were discussing.

"Do what?" He asked, throwing up a hand. "We can't intercede or Bruce will skin us. You know he'll always take everything so we don't have to." Dick gritted his teeth.

"He shouldn't." He bit out. Jason's look was sympathetic. "When's the last time you were groped Dick?" His voice was soft. Damian glanced up in shock and disgust. Dick's head dropped and Jason laid a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"What is going on?" Damian repeated, now a little concerned. "Dad is letting himself get touched." Tim answered grimly, appearing from the shadows, Steph trailing behind him.

"He does this every time." She said, both trying to appear like it was no big deal, and also seeming like she'd like to kill everyone in the vicinity. Steph maneuvered her way to Damian's side, tugging him against her. "Having fun?" She asked, keeping one hand firmly on his shoulder as an older lady approached.

"So much." He returned, monotone. Steph snorted, snagging a glass of wine off a nearby servers tray. "Tell me about it. Trust me, it gets so fun when you actually get to drink at these things." She tipped the glass back, draining it.

"Bruce catches you doing that and he'll beat you." Dick warned, experience clear on his face. Steph snorted. "To do that he'd need to separate himself from the crowd. And we all know he won't be doing that." The words made everyone fall silent again, but Jason still nudged her in the side.

"I'd still watch it. B keeps a tally. If he sees it, you'll get it later." Steph rolled her eyes, but Damian noted she did not grab another drink. "I'll go dance with him." She announced finally, after they had observed Bruce get groped a few more times and either lean into it or laugh it off.

"Right into the lions den?" Dick asked with a wince. Steph shrugged, stepping away from Damian and pushing him into Tim, like she needed a second detached from all others to prepare herself, and needed him to be as far away as possible when she did. Tim's hands tightened on his shoulders, and Damian leaned further back, allowing himself to be engulfed by the strength and smell of his big brother.

Steph rolled back her shoulders, nodded to them, and strode off, head held high, shoulders back, walk direct. Bruce's eyes widened as she approached and even from this far away Damian could read the fear and threat in his eyes. Steph disregarded both, muttering something in his ear as she spun him away from the new round of people trying to grab him, spinning him onto the dance floor.

Bruce dipped his head to say something in response, and Dick hissed. "Babs." Tim explained quietly at Damian's confusion. "Steph say something good?" Jason asked mildly. Dick offered a slightly less haunted smile back. "He said he's been counting her drinks and he hopes she can still hold a staff by the end of the night because she'll be sparring with him for as many minutes as she had ounces." Jason hissed through his teeth. Dick's smile grew. "She answered that she's been keeping a tally too. And for every person he lets touch him, she gets one of us on her team." Jason whistled through his teeth as Tim choked on his drink.

Dick cocked his head, getting new intel. "Ooooh she's just upped it- for every ten people that he lets touch him she gets an extra teammate." Tim snorted. "Bruce had already let way too many people. That's at least four of us against him."

"He can take it." Jason answered back coldly. "If he's so keen on having so many people touch him I'm sure having four of his kids do so won't be a problem." Dick's smile was downright masochistic as he watched his father.

"He won't be able to walk." Dick informed them had been Barbara's verdict. "Good." Tim returned. "It's better it's because of us than it's because of any of them." Damian shuddered and his brother pulled him impossibly closer.

The dance had finished and Steph stepped away, giving Bruce a mock bow. He returned it, stiff, and shot a glance in their direction. Jason lifted a glass in lazy salute, tipping it back. Dick and Tim followed suit. Bruce's eyes narrowed. Before someone else could snatch him up, Cass was there, leading him in a second dance, and if Steph could hold the people at bay, Cass most certainly could.

She returned to their sides, bearing a whole tray of drinks. "Come on lads, drink your share," She hefted the tray higher, and everyone snagged one. (except Damian, she had grabbed him a juice box from behind the bar) "all of us drunk against B? What could possibly go wrong?" Dick snorted and Jason let out a chuckle.

Tim clinked his glass against hers. "If all goes right," he answered grimly. "You'll be the only drunk one fighting him." The mood grew a tad more somber, then Jason clinked his glass against Tim's. "I'll drink to that." Dick agreed. "Pray on my downfall i guess." Steph muttered, but she put her glass in too, and when they drank, she drank along.

[beastwhimsy]

a project I finally got around to finishing!! the mane 6, inspired by their earlier generation counterparts, within a medieval fantasy style setting. please don't repost without permission! you just need to ask.

some fun facts:

fluttershy is half unicorn here!! that's why she has the deer-like build and slightly long tail.

rarity is half horse

applejack is fully just a horse.

pinkie and rainbow are the only true ponies

their jobs (in the order shown in the lineup) are royal messenger, royal jester, royal menagerie keeper, royal tailor, royal orchard farmer and Queen Celestia's Most Specialest Student.

in this au, they all met due to working within the castle grounds.

in this au, celestia is queen, luna is still banished, and twilight is discouraged from making friends as it distracts her from her studies. she is celestia's heir and grew up in the castle.

they are all marekissers. lol

[youthofpandas]

What’s up with how the dunmeshi fandom just lies about this kind of stuff all the time. It is easily confirmable information that it was a monthly series, something incredibly common in the industry.

A not weekly magazine schedule is literally common !! Especially in the seinen shoujo and josei demographics, sometimes monthly, sometimes biweekly, sometimes every two months, sometimes seasonal! Please stop lying about how Dunmeshi was some special unique creation that defies all standards of manga just to hype it up because it is so clear that every single one of these comparisons is centered around Weekly Shonen Jump (and understand that SJ has many magazines under its brand that are monthly or semimonthly). Not everything is WSJ and it needs to stop being the only point of reference in conversations like this 🤧

[badolmen]

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