#i need them at the same time

[solarsturniolo]

y’all moved on too fast, meanwhile i refuse to

[laligraves]

the fact that this meme is trending and pedro has posted the bottom pic on his insta story before 😭

[marciaillust]

your design of me

[rika-mortis]

Bonus:

[noornight]

Long distance besties. This definitely happened after the third movie (source: trust me bro)

Based on this

[tenowls]

rivals

[umblrspectrum]

happy solvermas

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The Yiling Band Tour!

[lucabyte]

On autonomy, and what it means to be Obliged to Help.

Bonus:

[hinamie]

playing around w slightly different hair renders

[sirsmacks]

been playing this game a lot recently, kinda wanna kiss him highkey

[keferon]

Two Peas in a Pod: part 4/?

Hopefully the dialog isn't confusing.

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"Still dizzy?" 

"Not really," Jazz answered with a comfortable smile, though stole a quick glance over to the gate. The first since Blaster had arrived for the morning routine. The other mer wasn't awake yet last he saw, but he was shifting more. The medication had obviously long worn off by now, but Jazz still hoped they weren't in too much pain. 

But Blaster noticed and it prompted him to pause his checks to ask, "did he wake up last night?" 

"Kinda? He could have been talking in his sleep though." 

"Hm, there's a good chance he'll be up soon, then." 

Jazz's expression of his usual cheerfulness shifted, just slightly and if it had been anyone other than Blaster, they would have missed it. He flipped the clipboard over in his lap and rested his elbows against his crossed legs. 

"You're nervous," Blaster pointed out gently and gave Jazz an encouraging smile. "Is this about their injuries, or is this about making a friend?" 

The mer's face soured and he looked away. "I thought I wasn't supposed to ask." 

"That was about the gate, and I'm sorry about that." It was just the two of them on the pier, but Blaster still practised a surveying sweep of the area with what looked like stretching. Then with a lower voice, he continued, "The Vet Chief wanted to fully isolate them from you, to keep them in a transfer-crate, at least until the injuries had a low risk of reopening. I argued that it would put them under a lot of undue stress, and you because you knew the Mer was here. Which is part of why it took so long for–" 

"–and it's fine to say this now?" Jazz snapped and turned back to him with a small scowl. 

"Jazz, how many staff members were in your area yesterday? When we talked about the gate?" 

He paused, trying to recall. Blaster was with him and the group that went into the bay had five… seven? 

"There was thirteen, Jazz," he supplied, knowing that any answer coming would be incorrect. It was a lot of people, and with Blaster already known for making waves on the regular, the sudden addition had eyes and ears on him. That, and because he had fought so hard against the 'great idea' brought up in the first meeting after emergency treatment had ended. "You didn't even clock the vet on standby at the pier entrance." 

Jazz huffed and laid out flat, resting his chin on his crossed arms. Okay, so he wasn’t paying attention to who was around. "Then what is it about the gate? I get the bit about climbing the walls, but…" 

"That one is on me, I was – am – being overly cautious. Not of you, but of others misunderstanding your excitement or anxiety as aggression. And I know how persistent you can be when something catches your interest. But that's not the point, what is, is that if the team reports you showing signs of aggression, they'll… remove him." 

Now looking worried, Jazz glanced from Blaster to the gate. "But what if he shows aggression?" 

"We're expecting that, at least at first." Blaster wanted to reassure him, but there were still too many unknown variables. "Unknown place with an unfamiliar face, and likely limited communication. There is bound to be backlash." 

Jazz looked down with an expression of growing despair, before dropping his face against his arms. His words muffled, "so whether he stays or not depends on me being able to talk with him." 

Blaster reached out and placed his hand on the orca's shoulder. "Listen, buddy, this might be hard to hear. But let me explain, okay? … So far it looks like there are no issues and the current plan is to have him released once he recovers." As he feels Jazz tense, Blaster frowns in understanding and begins to rub his shoulder to comfort him. "There is only one reason that the aquarium wouldn't go through with it, and honestly, I don't want that to happen. It's all sorts of fucked up and would only make things worse– but I don't want you to distance yourself from him. I want you to try and befriend him." 

"… why," Jazz asked weakly, cursing him for telling him the truth – for reminding him of the truth – for breaking his small piece of hope of not being alone anymore. If he was going to be taken away, if he was just going to lose him no matter what, then it would hurt less if he just ignored him. 

All sorts of answers bounce around in Blaster's mind. From wishful thinking – because I want you to go with him. To long term goals – anything we could learn could help Mers everywhere. But he settled on as close to the truth as he could. "Because I'm trying to make sure that no matter what happens, it's the best result for both of you. But I can't do that if the two of you can't at least work together. So, I'm asking you to try." 

"Right," because he doesn't need to be kept here to survive… he just needs time to heal. Where I – "–right. Okay, I'll try… but where do I even start?" Jazz took a deep breath to compose himself before he lifted his head. 

"Well, why don't we see if sleepy-head is waking up? Maybe he'd like breakfast." Blaster offered, first with a reassuring smile, but then twisted it into something more mischievous. "And maybe you could find out if he's got a beautiful name, too." 

It took a second to realize what Blaster was getting at, and for the first time in his life Jazz felt bashful. "W-what are you talking about?" He hid it terribly. 

"He's beautiful~" he whispered dramatically, and Blaster learned that mers could in fact blush. 

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When Blaster left to get food for the wild mer, Jazz calmly made his way over to the view port. Only to be taken by surprise, he was looking directly at Jazz. Though, glaring, might be more accurate with how his face was pulled tight with focus and the sheer intensity of his stare. 

But otherwise, they were completely calm. Jazz wasn't sure if that was a good sign or bad. Yet, it didn't stop his nervous excitement from returning. He waved with one of his best smiles – one without teeth – and greeted him with a friendly, "hello!" 

What he got in return was a slightly more intense furrowing of their brow – irritation or confusion? 

"Oh! Sorry, habit." Jazz switched to mer. {Hi!} 

The tension didn't leave his face, but there was slight movement and, again, Jazz didn't know how to interpret that. But he did answer, {||၊|။||||•။၊|။|။|၊|။||၊၊၊|?} 

"Uh…" Yep, didn't understand any of that. 

Then the door opened on the edge behind them and Jazz for a moment thought that it would startle the wild mer. But they didn't even flinch. And while their eyes remained on him, Jazz was fairly sure now that they had been using their sonar to track the human's movement. 

"Are they still asleep?" Blaster asked, puzzled. 

"Nope, very much awake." He shifted lower to try and get more than the man's boots in his sight. 

"Ah…" He sounded uneasy and began to make small careful steps around the edge closer to Jazz while he spoke as calmly as possible. "Well, I'm going to keep talking, just so you don't think I'm trying to sneak up on you." 

When he reached the point where he was straight across from the wild mer, they lifted their head to turn their glare on the human. Blaster to his credit did not flinch, but he did freeze. "Whoa– that's – wow, t-that's quite the look." 

A series of slow clicks came from them, but their lips did not move. Jazz didn't think it was echo-speak, as it reminded him of his own searching clicks when he was trying to get a better picture. "Oh! I think he's trying to see what you have." 

The wild mer glanced to Jazz, becoming silent once more before looking back up at Blaster. 

"Fair enough, alright new buddy, I'm going to be real slow about it okay?" Back to narrating his actions calmly as he knelt down. Showing the long pole with a thin, blunt hook, "just an arm I don't mind losing if you decide that you don't like the breakfast I brought," and poured out the fish from the bucket. 

Still the wild mer glared, unblinking and watching every little movement. 

"Okay… I'm not sure what to make of this, so far everything has been nothing like previous encounters." 

"Ya, didn't you say he'd be freaking out?" 

"You got anything to calm or reassure our new buddy here that I ain't going to hurt him?" Blaster was doing his absolute best at trying to remain calm, but even his hands were starting to tremble under the pressure the wild mer was giving him. He wasn't even moving, just watching, but it felt like the human was being stalked. 

Honestly, Blaster was probably one bad move from being lunged at. Though, if that was the case, he had maybe one chance to get away. The hammock would throw him off on the first strike, the supports could probably take two or four hard thrashings before it snapped under the mer's strength. Injuries be damned, this mer was in peak physical condition. 

Jazz gave a small chirp to try and gain the other's attention, and failed, but continued with trying to talk. {It's okay, you're safe.} 

He was given a very tiny dip of his finial facing the gate – a tell that he had heard him? 

{You're safe,} Jazz repeated. 

The mer didn't look away, but he did at least respond. {•၊၊|•|၊|။။၊|။•|||။||||။၊|။•၊၊||၊|။||||။•၊|။•၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|။•} Though, far too fast for Jazz attempt to understand. 

"I'm hoping you two are talking about your favourite fish." Blaster joked to cover his nervousness. 

Jazz sighed and admitted the truth, "I haven't a clue to what they're talking about…" 

"Just let me know if I should run, kay?" He shifted slowly on his knees, trying to find a comfortable spot without making himself too vulnerable. 

But Jazz hadn't given up yet. {Hungry?} He tried instead. 

More chirps and clicking that didn't translate. 

{Hungry? Yes? No?} 

The heavy huff that came from them caused Blaster to flinch, but the mer finally focused on Jazz. There was clear irritation in their face now on top of glaring. And the damns broke, he started ranting at him loudly. 

"Hey, don't yell at me, I'm trying okay!?" Jazz glared back, not backing down. Though wasn't all that intimidating with him just having a little porthole to look through. 

"Jazz, buddy, please don't aggravate him." He, after all, was the one in the room with the wild mer. 

"He fuckn' started it!" 

Silence came quickly as the wild mer plunked his face into the soft floaty that had been his pillow. Blaster would have found it utterly hilarious if not fearing for his life currently. With another heavy and long huff, the wild mer looked back at Jazz, still glaring, but slightly less than before. {•|||။||||။၊|။•၊၊||၊|။? Yes? No?} 

Jazz blinked at him for a moment, depending on the question, no could be a yes. {No…?} He answered tentatively instead. 

{It's safe? Yes? No?} And he pointed his nose towards Blaster briefly, but clearly wasn't happy about it. 

{Yes!} Jazz nodded vigorously and smiled for extra encouragement. Out of all the staff, Blaster was safe, Jazz held some trust in the human after all. {[Blaster] safe.} 

"What about me?" 

"He asked if you're safe and I told him you were. Relax a bit or something to show him." 

Easier said than done. Blaster cursed, but did his best to ease the tension from his shoulders and smile a little. Even, daring to slowly lift a hand to wave. 

The mer did not seem convinced, but his glare lessened some more and looked over the human with more curiosity than before. 

{Hungry? Yes? No?} Jazz tried again. 

There was a long pause, but they sighed and answered. {… yes.} 

"Progress!" He cheered and then stuck his hand through the little window. "Blaster, hand me one of the fish. He's hungry, but I have a feeling that he'll trust you more if he sees me eat what you have." 

"Okay." He made sure that it was clear as possible what his intentions were. Taking a fish under the gills, Blaster looped the blunt hook in and out the mouth. Then, very slowly, began to feed the length of the pole towards Jazz's waiting hand. Once Jazz felt the tail touch his palm, he grabbed it and waited until Blaster twisted enough for the fish to slip free. Then the pole was just as slowly drawn back. 

The whole time the wild mer watching the exchange intensely. 

Jazz pulled the fish over to his side, chirped for the other's attention before he swallowed it whole. Smiling once more as he said, {safe.} 

Blaster had to admit, he was surprised when the mer shifted slightly in the hammock, and then cautiously held out his right hand. The glare never left, but this one felt like a threat, that if he messed this chance up, there would not be another. 

Though this was the first time Jazz had been able to see any of his injuries. The colourful tape-bandages almost covered every inch of his skin from his hand up to his bicep. It reminded him that just yesterday he had been mortally wounded. Which was probably a key reason the wild mer seemed so calm, they had only started to recover and every action was either painful or exhausting. Likely both.

Jazz watched closely as Blaster went through all the careful steps as he had with Jazz and held the fish out. The only difference, was that the human's grip was loose, just in case the wild mer decided to try and yank him into the water with it. But they didn't, doing exactly as they saw before, allowing Blaster to release the fish and retreat. The whole process was so slow that the wild mer's arm started to shake from being held out. 

But both Jazz and Blaster let out a breath of relief as there had been no backlash. 

He eyed the fish in his grip with a mild sneer before he swallowed it and then held out his shaky hand for another. It was clear that the pain was getting to him, but nothing in his expression showed weakness. 

The feeding got easier and quicker as Blaster relaxed a bit, not fearing that a normal pace would come off as threatening to the wild mer. 

When the shaking got bad enough, the mer rested his arm back in the hammock, but kept his eyes on the remaining fish. As if to convey he wasn't finished, just needed a break. Blaster was more than happy to comply and gave him a few praises, even if they didn't understand. 

"Hey," Jazz called gently, chirping for the other's attention. He waited until they looked his way, then pointed at himself. "Jazz," and then to the human, "Blaster," and back to himself once more, "Jazz," before pointing to the other mer with a questioning tilt of his head. He hoped it was clear what he was asking for. 

When the silence stretched on for a bit, the human also joined in. "Blaster," to himself and to his mer, "Jazz." 

There was a brief moment that Jazz could see that they were working over something, opening their mouth a few times before the sound of a sharp zip came out. "… 'tzz?" 

Jazz snorted, before breaking into a few chuckles. "Ya, missing the Ja, but you'll get there. I'm Jazz." He placed a hand over his heart. 

The gesture was reflected, {•၊||၊။} 

It was his turn to try and work out the sound in his head. Jazz tried the word out soundlessly on his tongue once. It was like a popping roll? {•၊||၊၊၊၊၊?} 

{•၊||၊။} they repeated, firmly correcting him. 

"Nice to meet ya, {•၊||၊၊၊၊၊}!" While the mer scowled at him for not even trying to fix his pronunciation, Jazz just smiled brightly.  

"So... what is his name?" Blaster asked for a translation, very interested in the development between them.  

Jazz laughed, "I have no idea." 

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Don't ask about my attempt to make sound-wave-like-text, it's gibberish, lol, and going forward only •၊||၊။ (Prowl) & •၊||၊၊၊၊၊ (Prowler) will be used until Jazz has a English (common?) name to attach an understanding to.

Keferon, I just wanted to say that every comment or tag you leave on the fic is like serotonin being injected into my veins. Every silly little image is like rolling down a grassy hill in the warm sun while I laugh with manic joy. When you add art, it's like an adrenaline shot to the heart that makes me want to run across the globe just to frantically wave hello with both hands, give you a hug and run back to get started on the next part.

And the next part will be Prowl joining Jazz in the main pool and Jazz learning just how fast he is, even while injured. >:)c

-GLC

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Me looking in my inbox and seeing that there's two peas in a po

Odjndgdjdkfhdkm PLEASE. Blaster is so nervous EVERYONE IS SO NERVOUS Ooohhhnooo he's gonna freak out and kill everything he can reach oh no we all know how all those wild stupid creatures are oh no watch out While Prowl is trying to blow their pancakes with mind

And I juswannasay I love it so much ehehejgknfbfkdn THE SOUND WAVE SPEACH? I LOVE THE LOOK OF IT EHEHEH

Always a big fan of creative ways of showing imaginary languages. This thing?? ||ll•|Il It looks hella stylish >:O

Aaannnndd I got excited and made some art hehe

[rika-mortis]

Headcanon: Deep down they both want to be their fairy godparent/godkid again after losing them, but don't believe they deserve each other and feel like they aren't worthy to be their companion anymore

They both need counseling and therapy as a whole package

[kelpermoosee]

Half dog, half man, all identity crisis

[killerplink]

HEADCANONS

Because I love both good boys and menaces, here are some Dick Grayson and Jason Todd headcanons. A mix of wholesome, unhinged, and straight-up sinful, proceed with caution (or don't, I'm not your mom) 🏃🏻‍♀️

Dividers by @sister-lucifer ✨

Jason Todd is a walking heater—you could be in the middle of a Gotham snowstorm, and he'd still run warm. Perfect for cuddling, but it also means he's always the little spoon for, like, five minutes before he starts overheating and flips you over so he can wrap himself around you instead.

He remembers every little thing you say. That book you mentioned in passing? He got it for you. That snack you were craving last week? It's in the kitchen. That throw blanket you said looked cute? Already draped over the couch. He plays it off like it's nothing, but he just loves seeing you happy.

Protective, but in a quiet way. A hand on your lower back when you're walking together, a sharp glance at any guy who looks at you wrong, standing between you and any possible danger without making a big deal about it (if someone touches you, though, that's a whole other thing). He'd rather die than admit it, but he kinda likes when you hold onto his arm.

Soft domestic shit hits him HARD. You wearing his shirts? Game over. You yawning and sleepily reaching for him in bed? He's staying right there, no matter what. You doing something as simple as making coffee in the morning? He's watching, arms crossed, thinking, Yeah. I wanna keep this forever.

Acts like he doesn't need affection, but he's full of shit. He'll act all tough, but the second you kiss his forehead or run your fingers through his hair, he melts. You wanna pull his head into your lap? He'll grumble about it, acting like it's a hassle, but he's already settling in, getting comfortable like he never had a choice.

Wears whatever you buy him. Ugly sweater? Yeah, okay. Matching pajama set? Fine, but he's grumbling the whole time. You got him a stupid T-shirt that says "I'm With My Hot Girlfriend" with an arrow pointing at you? He'll wear it proudly.

You're his safe place. No matter how bad his day has been—blood on his knuckles, weight on his shoulders, ghosts of the past clawing at his mind—the second he steps through the door and sees you? He breathes easier, tension melts from his body, the storm inside him quiets. You're his home, his anchor, the one thing in this world that feels steady when everything else is chaos.

He commits, fully. There's no half-measures with him. If he's in, he's all in. Doesn't matter how dangerous his life is, how much baggage he has—he's yours, and he'll do whatever it takes to make it work.

No other woman even registers to him. You could have the baddest bitch in Gotham walk past, and Jason wouldn't even glance at her. You're the only one he wants, the only one he even sees. It's not just attraction, it's the way you've carved yourself into his soul, the way no one else could ever compare. You've ruined him for anyone else, but he wouldn't have it any other way.

Size kink? That's his whole personality. Loves how much bigger he is compared to you. Loves the way his hands dwarf your waist. The way you gasp when he's on top, caging you in with his broad frame. And his dick? Yeah. You can barely take it, but you always do, and it drives him insane every time.

Breeding kink, but not in the "Let's make a baby right now" way. Nah, it's more like I wanna fuck you full, wanna see my cum leaking out of you, wanna keep you stuffed just because I can. It's about marking you, about knowing you're still full of him hours later. If you whimper about how it's too much? He's feral.

Praise kink? Oh, absolutely. But not just you receiving it, he loves hearing it too. Call him good. Tell him how deep he is, how good he's fucking you. Moan his name, beg for more, whimper that you can't take it, he'll make sure you do. And he'll tell you exactly how good you are, too.

Spit kink, but in the nastiest, filthiest way possible. Spitting in your mouth, dragging his tongue against yours in messy, wet kisses, watching you drool all over his dick as you suck him off. And if you spit on him? On his dick before he fucks you? Bestie, you're not walking the next day.

Jason loves wrapping his hand around your throat while he fucks you—not to hurt, just to hold, to feel the way you swallow, the way your breath hitches when he thrusts deeper. It's control, it's intimacy, it's the way his thumb strokes your pulse like he's savoring every frantic beat you give him.

He's obsessed with your pussy. Could eat you out for hours. Could fuck you until you're crying from overstimulation. Loves how messy you get, how you clench around him, how wet you get just from his fingers. He'll tease the fuck out of you just to get you begging, and then he'll wreck you.

Loves it messy. Spit, sweat, cum dripping down your thighs. He doesn't give a fuck if you ruin the sheets, doesn't care if he has to throw his clothes in the wash. He'll spread you open just to see what a mess he made. Might even push it back in, just to see you shudder.

Jason Todd? He's a menace. A sweet, affectionate, head-over-heels-for-you menace with a filthy fucking mouth and the stamina to ruin you.

Dick Grayson is physically incapable of not touching you. If he's next to you, he's holding your hand, kissing your temple, rubbing your back, pulling you into his lap. He doesn't even realize he's doing it half the time. He just needs to be close to you, because he's the most affectionate man alive. Hugs you from behind while you're cooking, while you're getting ready, while you're brushing your teeth. If he can touch you, he will.

Texts you good morning and good night every single day. If he's out on patrol, he'll send you updates, even if it's just a selfie with a thumbs-up, covered in bruises.

Loves domestic shit. Grocery shopping? He's pushing the cart, sneaking extra snacks in. Cooking dinner? He's helping, even if you don't need it. If you fall asleep on the couch? He's carrying you to bed, no question.

Gets pouty when you don't give him enough attention. Crosses his arms, sighs dramatically—like full-on, Oscar-worthy theatrics—before draping himself across your lap as if he's physically withering away from neglect. If you still don't acknowledge him? He'll nuzzle into your neck, mumbling about how cruel you are, how he's been starved of love for what feels like centuries. And when you finally give in? Smug. As. Hell. Smirks against your skin like he didn't just put on a whole performance to get a little extra affection.

Falls asleep with you on his chest. Hand on your back, fingers tracing little shapes. And even when he's asleep? If you move, his grip tightens, pulling you closer.

Gets ridiculously proud when you wear his clothes. Like, stupidly proud. He'll just freeze for a second, staring at you like you personally hung the stars, that soft, lovesick smile creeping onto his face. Then? He's launching himself at you, tackling you onto the bed with a dramatic oof like he just can't physically contain his joy.

When he says "I love you", he means it with his whole heart. And he says it a lot. In the middle of conversations, after sex, when you're doing something completely random like folding laundry. He just can't help it.

His mouth? Dangerous. Loves making you cum on his tongue. Holds you down, moaning into your pussy like it's the best thing he's ever tasted. And when you try to squirm away? Yeah, good luck.

Praise kink? Fuck yes. But he wants it both ways. Tell him how good he's making you feel, whimper his name, beg for his dick—he'll lose his mind. But he's also the king of dirty talk, telling you how perfect you are, how good you feel, how he could spend all day buried inside you.

Breeding kink, but in a "I just wanna fuck you full and keep you that way" kinda way. He's obsessed with how deep he can get, how he can keep his cum inside you, how he can push it back in with his fingers and watch you shudder.

Body worship, but like... dangerously intense. Will kiss down your entire body like he's memorizing you. Will run his hands over every inch of your skin, muttering how beautiful you are. Will get so lost in making you feel good that he forgets about himself.

Loves seeing you desperate. Grinding against him, whimpering for more, clinging to him because you need him so bad. It gets him rock hard. He'll tease you just to see you beg, but never too much, never too mean. He lives for that moment where you completely give in.

Fucks you slow, deep, and dirty. It's filthy, messy. He's sweaty, moaning in your ear, making sure you feel every inch of him. And when he speeds up? He doesn't stop until you're shaking.

Loves making you cum multiple times. Thinks one orgasm isn't enough. He wants to wreck you, have you completely spent and trembling under him. Will rub your clit while he fucks you, moan when you tighten around him, kiss you through every orgasm.

Dick has an oral fixation, and it shows in the way he's constantly got his mouth on you, especially your tits. He'll suck, lick, bite just to hear you gasp, rolling your nipple between his lips like he was made to worship you. And if you try to pull him away? Good luck, he'll just whine, nuzzle back in, and mumble against your skin, "Just a little longer, baby..."

Dick Grayson? The sweetest boyfriend, the filthiest lover. He worships you, but he also ruins you. And he's so fucking good at it.

[lazylittledragon]

so uhhhhhhhh. not to be cryptic and bitchy on main but congratulations to everyone in my messages for like 5 months on being right i guess