#PURE............ BABS......... I LOV THEM........

[astrologistswings]

@heroicalling​:  Oh God, he swears he's going to pass out at this point if the other doesn't show up soon. Amajiki is at their favorite cafe, sitting at a table with a comically oversized stuffed bear beside him and chocolates and flowers on the table. His fingers tap along his thighs, eyes locked on the table beneath him as he worries his lip with his teeth, trying to quell his nerves. Yoshi was sweet, he wasn't worried about that, but... he was worried about rejection. Was this even a good idea?

In his attempt to get everything set together to show up early took way more time than he realized, realizing too late that he needed to go now if he was to make their meetup at a reasonable time. Yoshi rushed through streets as quick as he could- a large bear of his own gift piggybacking on him so he had the space to carry the flowers and homemade chocolates in his arms.

“Tamaki, I’m--”

He skid to a stop at the table, eyes landing on the other bear, flowers and chocolates. He stands there for a moment, blinking owlishly before looking at Amajiki. Surprise turned to fluster, and flustered turned to pure joy as he couldn’t help but laugh. Not at the gifts, oh no, but the fact that both of them apparently thought of almost the exact same thing.

He carefully set the flowers and chocolates down on the table, moving to get the large, red-furred teddy off his back and into a chair next to the one Tamaki brought, an ear to ear grin on his face.

“I, uh- I guess I don’t have to worry too much about rejection, then, huh?” Yoshi laughed softly, “Unless- I’m just making assumptions, but, i-i mean-” his whole face was a few red shades darker as he took the remaining empty seat, adoring eyes looking up at Tamaki. “S-Sorry I was late, last minute prep took way longer than I thought”

[parabataisarah]

I Love You.

Welp, I’m back with another fic. This time it’s Logicality angst, with some platonic Analogical comforting at the end.

Warnings: None that I can think of, but if you can, please message me x

Word Count - 1,108

Logan wasn't stupid. He was the embodiment of Thomas' knowledge; he couldn't be stupid.

He's seen the longing looks Patton had been giving Roman for the past month of their relationship, the lingering touches and how Patton, as sweet as he is, would leave Logan the minute Roman called for his assistance. He trusted Patton enough to know that he wouldn't cheat, but he knew the end of their fragile coupling was arriving. With this heavy knowledge in his head and his heart, he walked into the common room, knowing that Patton was by himself.

"Patton, may we talk?" Logan kept a neutral look on his face, desperately wanting to keep some type of façade up, shielding the vast array of emotions filling the logical trait. "Oh, Logan! Hello, sweetheart. Of course we can talk, you never have to ask." Patton smiled up at him, patting the free seat on the lounge. Giving the moral trait a weak smile, Logan pressed a soft kiss on his cheek, "What do you want to talk about, darling?"

With the feeling in his heart getting heavier; he heavily swallowed. Sitting down on the edge of the sturdy coffee table, he faced his boyfriend.

"Patt, I love you. I always have and I know I always will, and you know that I'd do anything to make you happy." Logan broke his eye contact with Patton as he looked at the ground. "For the past month, I've seen how you are with Roman, while I was too distracted with my work and making sure that everything ran smoothly. While I've been... busy, you two have grown closer, and I've...” Logan trailed off as he looked up at Patton again, "I've seen the way you look at him now and I know that look as it was the way you used to look at me."

A sharp, stinging feeling made itself known as Logan felt his eyes start to water. He quickly closed them, needing to finish his confession before breaking down.

"A-As I said, Patton. I would do anything to make sure you are happy and I know that you are no longer happy with me. I-I want to break up. I see the way you two are around each other and the loving touches and looks, you two are in love, and I want you both to be happy. It's selfish of my to keep you in this relationship if you are no longer interested in me." Logan took a deep breath and gave the older male a stiff smile.

"I care about both of you too much to allow myself to be in the middle of you being together. So, as I previously stated, I'm breaking up with you; I want you to be truly happy, both of you."

"Lo." Patton whispered, sitting silently as he listened to his ex-boyfriend's speech. Tears started falling down Patton's face as he firmly wrapped the logical male into a hug. "I lov-"

Logan was suddenly immersed by a wave of sickness; pulling away from the hug, fighting to keep the stoic look on his face. "It's okay, I'll be alright." He said with a fake smile, already knowing that Patton knew it was a lie, attempting to lessen the guilt building up in the moral trait's stomach. "You don't have to love me.”

He immediately raised a hand as he knew Patton would try to argue with him, reason the point, but the feeling of bile rising from his stomach was becoming harder to ignore. "Seriously, Patt. With the risk of sounding rude, I always knew you weren't as invested in this relationship as I was. I was always overbearing, and I know that, but I was like that because...” Logan let his sentence trail off, a look of pure defeat upon his face.

"Just, just go. Go be with who you truly want to be." Logan felt his heart break even more as Patton made his way over to the stairs. "I did love you, Logan; I'm just not in love with you. I just love him more. You'll always mean something to me." And with that, all that could be heard was Patton's racing footsteps to the creative trait's door.

Logan finally let the façade down and felt himself cry.

Feeling the sobs build up in his chest, he sunk down and into his room, grateful that all the Sides rooms were conveniently soundproof. Releasing the wavering control he had, the sobs teared themselves out of Logan's throat, the tears leaving hot trails on his face.

An hour passed. Logan curled in a ball, feeling numb, his eyes flicking to the door as it opened, Virgil's slim figure walking in.

"Logan, what's this?" Virgil asked as he pulled out an inconspicuous black box from his pocket. "I found this on your desk when I went looking for you earlier." Virgil scratched the back of his neck, "I would've brought it back sooner but I couldn't find you, then Thomas needed Roman and I. I also didn't know if this was important, so-" Virgil cut himself off as he saw Logan's shoulders start to shake. "Hey, hey. What's wrong? C'mon, calm down." Virgil reached over, grabbing one of Logan's hands, placing it on his chest, knowing the logical trait would start to breathe in time with him.

"S-Sorry about that." Logan whispered, his voice cracking. "No. Don't apologize, Logan. While it's a bit alarming to see you start to freak, I'm sure you had a good enough reason to.”

Logan took a deep breath and sat up, keeping his gaze firmly on the floor. "I'm sure you’ve heard that Morality and I have ended our relationship, yes?" Virgil hummed, letting Logan know he could continue, "Well, the way that you're asking me about the box, I assume you haven't looked in it." Pulling his knees up to his chest, he wrapped his arms around them. "I-If you open it, you'll see a simple silver band."

He rested his head on Virgil's shoulder as the other pulled him in for a hug, the small jewelry box making a muted noise on the small rug. "Although it had no real meaning, given the fact that we aren't real beings, I was...” Logan couldn't bear to say the rest of his sentence. He scrunched his eyes closed as he started to cry again. "You were going to propose, weren't you?" Virgil asked, his heart breaking for the male in his arms.

Feeling Logan nod, he wrapped his arms around him tighter. "He's an idiot for teasing you along. You’ll be okay, I'll make sure of it.”

Tag list - (It’s essentially everyone in the Discord chat tbh)

@toxicsanders @treblegirl @zadi-jyne @sabriel-fanboy-83 @zehumanparachute @asexual-trashbag @dani-the-flower-bab @anxietalyn @your-local-dad-patton (Apologies, I didn’t get to say a proper goodbye before you left the chat. Miss you dearie) @virgils-myspace @as-if-unreal @princeyandanxiety @evilmuffin @latin-logic @thagrinbery

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My Opinion on;

Character in general: precious bab!! absolutely lov him and i think it took like 0.4 seconds for kou to become attached to him LOL. but in general he’s just a pure and rlly nice muse!! i also love that he’s inspired by greek mythology ‘cause i think that’s so interesting anD ID K I JUST LOVE YOUR MUSEHow they play them: simple and understandable, but very unique writing!! absolutely love your portrayal of him; you’re able to flesh him out through your threads and i definitely enjoy reading your other threads!!The Mun: so so so sO SWEET AND KIND. AN AN GE L??? i love talking to you!! and ilu!! goodness gracious, bless!!

Do I:

RP with them: yeaH we’ve started a thread!!Want to RP with them: 24/7 i’d sell my sou l my dude

What is my;

Overall Opinion:

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[unavenged-robin]

Hi. Nightwing 15 really made me hope for Jason and Dick bonding fic from a writer as excellent as you!

Awn, thank you so much anon! Both for the compliment and the prompt, I had a lot of fun writing this, and I hope you like it ♥ Also I’m not really up to speed with Rebirth, so this is conveniently set somewhere between n52 and the new Nightwing.

Read it on AO3

This is a mess. A fucking mess.

The smoke is so thick around him he can barely see anything, and all there’s to see is fire and rubble anyway. He looks up, but the ceiling is gone, and above him there’s only Gotham’s dark sky, lacking stars and poetry just as every other night. How typical.

Jason’s not in a better shape than the collapsed building himself. He’s hurt in so many places he can’t actually localize the pain anymore, he���s half blinded and his ears are still ringing, even with his helmet still intact (or at least he hopes it’s still intact).

And there’s just. so. much. blood.

“So, on a scale from I just need Alfred to stitch it up to I’m gonna reuse the empty coffin in the Manor’s backyard just how bad it is, little Wing?”

Dick’s voice sounds muffled and distorted, but at least it’s there, and Jason wants to laugh but he physically can’t. The little air his lungs still manage to keep inside of him is barely enough to let him breathe, so no, laughing is out of question. Speaking should be too, probably, but if Jason Todd was a man who could keep his mouth shut… well, then that man definitely wouldn’t be Jason Todd.

“Jay?”, Dick calls him again, fake amusement now completely gone from his voice.

Jason coughs, waits for the pain in his chest to quiet a bit, then takes a deep breath. Or, at least, a breath as deep as he can manage with at least three broken ribs and a stab wound to his abdomen - and that’s just a preliminary assessment, he’s pretty sure he’s going to hit the hospital jackpot once he gets a serious check-up.

“Don’t make jokes on my death, Dickface”, he exhales eventually. “It’s rude.”

Dick huffs, but he’s clearly relieved to hear his voice. Jason can’t really see him in the dark, but he knows he’s somewhere near him. He was moving towards him when the bomb took off, so the shock wave must have thrown him in his vicinity.

“You spend, like, eighty percent of your time making jokes about your death”, Dick retorts, and he sounds even closer now. Jason shifts, his back against the wall, his hands clutching his side.

“Yeah, that’s because I fucking died”, he retorts with no heat whatsoever. He’s actually smiling a little bit. “And I’ll have you know that irony is a healthy coping mechanism.”

Dick scoffs at him loud enough for Jason to hear even through all the creaking and squeaking of the building trying to reassess what’s left of itself.

“You’re such a hypocrite”, Dick answers. “Also Damian calls you his zombie brother in front of his friends all the time and you never say anything.”

“That’s just because I’m glad he stopped introducing me as his butler’s butler”, and also because the little shit acknowledging him as his brother kinda makes him feel all warm inside, but he’ll invite the Joker over for a romantic dinner before he gives Dick that satisfaction. “Besides, the kid died too, so he’s kinda entitled to make death jokes.”

“Hey, I die-”

Jason cuts him off before he can finish.

“Don’t. Seriously, don’t”, he warns him. “I’m so tired of having this conversation. You didn’t really die, you just had a fake funeral.”

“It still counts.”

“No, it doesn’t.”

Dick pauses, then grunts painfully while he moves pieces of concrete around to make his way towards him.

“You’re just embarrassed because you cried over your big brother’s fake death.”

“I actually laughed, you egomaniac asshole.”

Something on his right shifts and there’s a shower of debris somewhere over him. Dust and pieces of plaster fall all over his head, clattering against the metal of his hood, and then Dick’s there, just beside him.

“Liar”, he whispers, and Jason can practically hear the smile on his lips.

“Ask Babs if you don’t believe me”, he retorts anyway, because at this point is a matter of honor.

“I will”, his brother promises softly, then Jason feels the brush of his hands against his body and steels himself for what he knows will come next. He groans when Dick moves his hands away to examine the open wound himself, and downright whines when his brother’s fingers sink into his flesh to determine the gravity of it.

The stream of blood intensifies and Dick’s hands move again, now to push against the wound in a vain attempt to stop it, but Jason can see it flowing between Dick’s fingers, dark trickles staining the blue stripes of his brother’s uniform.

“I’m going to glue it”, Dick informs him almost colloquially, but Jason can see the hard line of his jaw and the frown he’s trying to ease. “We’ll deal with the eventual infections when we get you back to the cave.”

“If you get me back to the cave”, Jason replies. It was supposed to be a little taunt about their already forgotten argument about death jokes, but it comes out wrong and Dick shoots him an angry glare.

“When”, he repeats through his teeth, and Jason just nods.

He remains silent while Dick works on the wound, only moves to remove the helmet from his head and place it on the ground next to both of them. He looks around and then up again at the night sky. His entire body feels like it’s covered in hellfire and look! another death joke! Kind of weak, though, and not that much funny. Dick wouldn’t laugh at it, Jason thinks, as a dizzy feeling washes over him like a sea wave and his vision becomes oddly watery.

What a fucking mess, he swears again, before passing out.

*

He wakes up with his face pressed against Dick’s neck and his brother’s arm draped around his shoulders. Apparently you can’t close your eyes for the split of a minute without some bastard taking the opportunity to manhandle you in a hug. Perverts these days.

“Help is on the way”, Dick informs him as soon as he realizes he’s awake. He doesn’t say Batman because he was raised by Alfred, so a little tact still lingers on him despite his best efforts. Jason has the same problem sometimes. Bloody british education.

He struggles against Dick, trying to straighten himself up, and his brother accommodates his movements, a hand firmly squeezing his shoulder in a silent warning to take it easy.

Jason pats himself down until he feels the graze of the bandages now wrapping his torso. They’re still wet with blood but not too much, so Dick must have glued his wound well enough. It’s not gonna be funny to reopen it, but that’s pain for later. Right now he’s pretty happy to be alive and in less pain that he expected. All things considered, this isn’t so bad. And Dick seems to think the same thing because the moment their eyes meet, he graces Jason with a wide grin.

“Since we’re stuck waiting for the cavalry, let’s do that game, what’s its name…”, he pauses for effect and Jason rolls his eyes. “Something like we think we’re going to die so you tell me a secret you would’ve never told me otherwise and then we don’t die and I can use it to blackmail you for the foreseeable future.”

He even manages to look totally serious while saying it. He’s truly amazing.

“First, that’s a really long ass name for a game”, Jason retorts. “Second, I already told you to stop with the death jokes. Third, hell no, thank you.”

Dick dismisses him by waving a hand at him.

“C’mon, I’ll start”, he offers, and without even taking a moment to think about it, he lets out his big confession. “I had sex in the Batmobile.”

Jason snorts.

“Who didn’t.”

“Well, Damian, I hope.”

“Give him a couple of years.”

Dick groans at the very idea of his baby brother being old enough to even consider the idea of having sex and Jason laughs because oh boy, it’s going to be one hell of a ride for all of them when that kid hits puberty.

“Stephanie didn’t either”, Dick tries then and Jason shoots him a look of pure disbelief.

“Dick, come on, she totally took Tim’s virginity in there and you know it.”

It’s Dick’s turn to laugh now.

“And if you try to tell me that it wasn’t Barbara the one you had sex with in the Batmobile I swear I’ll shoot you”, Jason threatens him.

Dick makes an uncommitting sounds that has basically the same value of a confession.

“Okay, okay”, he surrenders. “But what about Bruce?”

A moment of silence while they both think about it.

“You know, I really don’t want to know.”

“Yeah, no, me neither”, Dick agrees. “Your turn.”

Jason huffs, and just to amuse himself he says the first thing that comes to his mind.

“I used to smoke when I was Robin.”

“That’s not a secret!”, Dick protests. “Everybody knows that!”

“And you having sex in the Batmobile was a secret? Please”, Jason scoffs. “If you tell me a shit secret you’re getting a shit secret back.”

Dick pouts at him. How he can be on his way towards his thirtieth birthday and still pout in a way that even Damian - the current master of scowling in their family - would find undignifying, it’s a mystery Jason has no interest to solve.

“Alright, a real secret then.”, Dick starts reasoning, and from his tone alone Jason immediately understands he’s not going to like the end of this conversation. “Something that I’d never tell you unless you were a mess of bruises and physically incapable of shooting me. Uhm, let me think about it for a second.”

“No”, Jason tries to interrupt him. “Stop right there. This is like the Bruce having sex thing. I don’t wanna know.”

“I lov-”, Dick starts, ignoring him and grinning like a maniac.

“I still have my guns on me, Grayson”, Jason warns.

Dick laughs.

“I missed you”, he amends, all baby blue eyes and big smile, and Jason slaps one of his hand over his face and groans.

“You fucking Disney princess”, he grumbles. “Can we just have one man-chat without you having to go all mushy on me?”

“I didn’t know we were having a man-chat”, Dick teases him, ruffling his hair because he’s obviously decided that one of them is not going to see the next sunrise. “I thought we were having a brother-chat.”

“You just like to see my suffer.”

Dick laughs again and shifts closer to him.

“I really missed you, though”, he says. “It was too long since the last time we teamed up and had a night out for ourselves. Even if it is for, you know, job.”

Jason gives him his best unimpressed glare.

“Maybe it’s because when I work with you I always seem to end up bloody.”

“Hey, that’s not my fault!”

“So you say, Dickwing.”

Dick’s comm buzzes back to life and Jason recognizes Tim’s concerned voice and the annoyed clicking of a tongue that can only belong to Damian. He goes still for a moment, then slowly relaxes. Better them than the big man himself, he thinks, and if he’s disappointed by it he’s not going to admit to anyone, much less to himself.

“So, before the kids arrive and start giving you shit for getting yourself blown up, is there something you want to say to me in return?”, Dick grins a Cheshire Cat’s grin and Jason takes in serious consideration the idea of headbutting him since he’s close enough to do it.

He knows what he’s supposed to say, and it’s not like he didn’t miss him too, because he did, in the last year he found himself missing him and Alfred and Tim and Damian and yes, even Bruce, more times that he’d like to admit. But.

“Well, let’s see. A secret that I’d never tell you unless I was in such a bad shape you could never retaliate, no matter how angry you’d be. Uhm, let me think about it”, he pretends to ponder.

“Jay, there is nothing you could do to-”, Dick starts with an indulgent smile, but he looks mildly concerned anyway. Now it’s Jason’s turn to smile like a mad men, but only mentally. If there’s something he’s learned from Tim, after all, is the value of a good bluff.

“Are you really, really sure?”, he interrupts him, looking at his brother dead in the eyes. He watches the uncertainty in Dick’s eyes turning into suspicion and then blatant distrust. Maybe he should be offended, but it truly makes him proud the way he can still keep Dick on his toes even if he’s not the bad guy anymore.

“Jason, what the fuck did you do to-”, he starts, but it’s too late. There’s some shuffling and the soft sound of two consecutives landings, and then their little brothers join them among the ruins.

“What a mess”, Tim comments, coming closer to inspection Jason’s wounds. He’s carrying a medical kit and looks like he’s already in his full doctor mode. “All you two?”

“You truly exceeded yourselves”, Damian agrees, sounding strangely approving of their trail of destruction.

“Just a bomb we didn’t take in consideration”, Dick explains quickly. “And we were having an important conversation, so if you two don’t mind-”

“I do mind”, Damian answers immediately.

“Hood needs medical care, Wing”, Tim says at the same time, crouching in front of Jason. “You can continue your conversation later. Give me a hand to lift him up.”

“But-”

“Later”, it’s Tim final word, spoken in the best Batman voice he can manage, so Dick has to suck it up and help him getting Jason - who’s trying, not that hard to be honest, not to gloat in his face - back on his feet.

“We’re not finished”, Dick growls in his ear, while fixing up one of Jason’s arm around his shoulder and the other around Tim’s. But he must know that it’s an empty threat because there’s no way Alfred or Tim would allow Dick to bother him with stupid question about a cheated game when he’s recovering from an explosion. Death jokes are not just for fun, you know.

“Hey, I’ve never agreed to play your game in the first place”, Jason reminds him with a mocking grin. “You have only yourself to blame.”

Dick, who can be a vindictive asshole when he wants to be, only answers with a slap to the back of his head (no injuries there - until a moment ago, at least) earning himself an outraged glance from Tim, a reproaching click of the tongue from Damian and a victorious laugh from Jason.

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pats over url tho we've only had one cah game...

my opinion on;

character in general: lISTEN TINA IS MY MOM OKAY I FUCKING LOVE HER SHE DESERVES MORE THAN PEOPLE GIVE HER AND IT MAKES ME SO ANGRY !!! WHEN PEOPLE JUST THINK “oh she’s newt’s girl friend “ LIKE LMAO NO MY F RIENDO SHE’S NOT !!! JUST !!! NEWT’S !!! FUTURE WIFE !!! SHE’S !!! A !!! STRONG !!! FEMALE !!! CHARACTER !!! WHO DIDN’T !!! NEED ROMANCE !!! TO MAKE HER STORY !!!! she is pure she is a gift from the fucking heavens and i’ll be dAMNED to hell if i let anyone take what she’s done for people away from her!!!!!!!!!!!how they play them: we haven’t gotten a chance to thread together just yet but observing the threads you have with others, your portrayal is everything honestly ? im a lil insecure to have my tina tbh your writing for her is just ;; everything. you’re actual tina goals ??? h Ow to ??? i feel #blessedt everytime i see one of your threads on my dash.the mun:  as mentioned, we’ve only had a cah game together so idk much about you and you dk much about me !!! but hopefully we can have threads in the future or just talk !!! come hit me up babs !!!!

do i;

follow them: YESSSSSrp with them: s a dly no ;;want to rp with them: yes pls hit me up like legit hit me with a frying pan or smthship their character with mine: i ship me and tina  no Ope --r ip

what is my;

overall opinion: tina is amazing shes my mom i lov her i lov ur portrayal i lov u :’)

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

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