#it's because unlike SQUARE I'm NOT A COWARD!!

[akumanoken]

@liroyalty

Dominants only appear to be the more popular & big summons. At least human sized ones, because the whole idea of a dominant is a human that can channel these larger then life, forces of destruction.

Yeah, which is why it's so funny to think of a dominant as a baby fox or a fat ass chocobo!!! Because my entire brain says "nope too serious gotta lampoon"

I just wanna see a big buff serious guy turn into

for the lulz

[iliiuan]

Babylon 5 liveblog

Before we begin, my history with Babylon 5 is patchy. I remember enjoying it, but not watching it regularly. So we'll treat this as a first watch because I don't remember any of it.

Season 1 Episode 1: Midnight on the Firing Lane

OMG you guys. It's *square*. <Takes a moment to bask in nostalgia>

Nice hair Ayla. And nice eyebrows, too.

Aw, poor Ayla. And here I was looking forward to admiring your eyebrows.

Ok yeah I love the Centauris.

Second in command doesn't like the telepath. Interesting. And she's fat phobic. Sigh.

See, it's shows like this that had me thinking the views in space would be great instead of empty.

Snake dude just said "The wheel turns" and I yelped.

So the Centauris are Russian analogs?

Ooh, we get prophecy in this show, too? I'm a sucker for prophecy narratives.

That wasn't ominous at all. "We should let them pass." The glowy orb is a dick.

Ooh, now some casual ableism. Fancy.

Londo is not taking the probable death of his nephew well at all.

How does a telepath not know how to deal with a reluctant commander?

Did I just witness the worst come-on ever, or is that a pre-established relationship?

Evoking Pearl Harbor is an interesting choice. It ties the audience (Americans in 1994) to the future world portrayed, even though it is unlikely that Pearl Harbor will have any particular significance in 200 years.

They're definitely setting up Earth as a parallel to Team USA: World Police. We humans are so self-obsessed. We always have to be the heroes.

Snake guy did NOT like being called a coward.

Loving the special effects. Who says 90s special effects don't age well? Oh, that's right. It's cgi that's trash. I love that there are little model Babylon 5 fighter planes out there collecting dust in someone's collection.

The parallels to the current conflict in Palestine keep hitting. "Ragesh III was a Narn colony until the Centauris invaded and began their 100 year reign of terror. Now that we are free of the invaders, it is our right to reclaim it." Sounds an awful lot like what Israel is trying to accomplish. "We recognize the prior claim. We appreciate that, but reality is that Ragesh III has been Centauri property for over a century. To start a war over blood spilled so long ago... Where does it end? You kill them and take their land. They kill you and take the land back. On and on and on. A cycle of hatred." Sounds an awful lot like the people supporting Israel.

Snake guy totally out played Centauri guy. I still think that Carn gave his message under coercion.

Secret gun disguised as religious artefacts. Very nice.

Wait, does she have to touch people for the telepathy to work? (Turns out it was the intensity. Good to know.)

I ship second in command and the telepath so hard.

Daffy Duck is dude's second favorite thing in the entire universe? What is he, a fucking history major?

[thecrowslullaby]

Okay so I thought I could pick one but I couldn't

So you can pick whichever you want

(I'm asking for platonic content cause I've been craving some familial angst)

27 Gen->Virgil and Janus

40 & 41 angst-> Creativitwins

27 angst-> Roman and anyone

Thanks for the ask!!!!! Stuff has been wild over here so, while i have half of the story written I only now have gotten around to proofreading it ^^' (not that it does much since I still can't spell very well).

Hope you'll like it :D!

Pairing: none

Warnings: foul language, shouting, some crying, mention of emotionally abusive parents

Summary: Remus and Roman come to a disagreement. Roman finds comfort in an unlikely person.

Word count: 1327 (these chapters are getting longer! YAY!)

first-prev-next

Tuesday 7:15

Roman woke up to light shining from behind the curtain. hitting him square in the face. Great. The day was already off to a great start.

He reached for his phone to check if Patton was awake. He knew Janus would throw a fit if he left without his bodyguard and he didn’t need his assistant to be breathing down his neck today out of all days. There was a reason he gave the man the day off, after all. The longer Jan remained oblivious to his plan, the better for Roman.

The redhead almost dropped his precious device as his notifications buzzed off. He caught it right before it hit the floor. Unlocking the screen he smiled to himself, seeing his brother already typing the next message. Maybe the day won’t be so bad after all.

Remus was ecstatic when he learned Roman would come to Australia, already planning to meet up with Roman in secret. Not that they needed to be too sneaky. It’s not like Janus or Patton would mind having his brother around.

Evil Twin

HEY ASSHOLE!!!!

YOU DIDN’T CALL ME YESTERDAY.

I DON’T DON’T KNOW IF YOUR PLANE CRASHED OR NOT.

I’m alive

THANK GOD!

I’M TERRIBLE AT FAKING BEING SAD!

rude

I KNOW! NOT LETTING YOUR BROTHER KNOW IF YOU’RE ALIVE OR NOT!

Feeling too tired to respond, Roman pressed the call button. Remus picked up immediately.

"Hey Pissy!" Roman could practically feel the taunting grin on Remus. Somehow each time they talked his twin found a worse nickname for him.

“How’s counseling for summer-camp going for you?”

“Roman, it's winter in Australia.”

“But… it’s June.”

“I see spending time with Janus hadn’t made you any wiser.” Remus snickered. “Clearly I inherited all the smarts.”

“Hey!”

“At least you got double the sanity.”

“I’m not so sure about that lately.”

“What happene- GREG, I TOLD YOU NOT TO LICK THE FUCKING POLE-....-STEPHANIE I WOULDN’T TOUCH MY DEAD BEAT MOTHER WITH A 6-FOOT STICK, LET ALONE MY MOUTH-...-NO!-...FUCK ME YOURSELF YOU COWARD!-....-THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT- sorry, where were we?”

"Trying to make my ears bleed, apparently."

"Pog. Anyway, When are you coming to visit?”

“That… might be a bit of a problem.”

“What? Why?”

“Well, you know how our parents are-”

“What did they do to you?” Remus was seething on the other end.

“Nothing!” Roman protested. “Nothing I didn’t agree too!”

“Oh, because you sooooo love their ideas.” Roman could practically hear the eyeroll.

“You’re starting to sound like Janus!”

“Like that’s a bad-FUCK OFF STEPHANIE, THIS IS IMPORTANT- like that’s a bad thing!”

“I don’t need two people bossing me around Remus!”

“Great! Now go and tell that to our parents!”

“It’s not that easy Remus!”

“It literally is that easy Roman!” There it was again, that annoying pitch in Remus' voice, like he would do better in Roman’s situation.

“They would kick me out of their lives if they knew Remus.” It’s not like they haven’t done that to a child before.

“Like that’s such a bad thing!”

“Well maybe I don’t want to end like you.” He whispered the last part but if the silence ringing in Roman’s ear was anything to go by Remus definitely heard it.

“I see.”

God why did he say that?

Stupid, stupid, stupid-

“Re-”

“Save it-.” He sounded bitter, like he was biting down tears. “I get it ok? Having a cushy life is far more important to you than living by your own ideas!”

“Remus I-”

“You know-.” He could feel a sob, shaky and desperate. “I actually thought you wanted to hang out with me-”

“I do Remus, I-”

“NO YOU DON’T” Remus screamed “You didn’t back then and you sure as hell don’t now!” His voice was shaky and Roman wanted to scream back, say something, explain himself but he couldn’t force himself to make a sound. “I actually thought, I actually thought you’d back me up back then! But you didn’t do it when we were sixteen and it sure as hell doesn’t look like you changed your mind for the past 5 years!”

“Remus I-”

His speech was cut short when Remus hit the disconnecting button. Roman tried calling him, multiple times, messaging, pleading, but all he got in return was getting ignored on every platform he tried.

He flung his phone across the room, the device hitting his suitcase and plopping safely to the floor. Roman grabbed the nearest pillow, screaming into it until he felt his throat burn.

Great, first his parents sent him here and he had to ruin this one thing he was genuinely looking forward to on this trip.

Why did he have to be such a fucking coward?

He wasn’t sure spent, bawling his eyes into the pillow, wallowing in self misery, until he cried himself to sleep again.

A banging knock to his dorr woke him away.

“Roman?” Great, Janus.

“Go away.” He mumbled into the pillow, his throat burning.

“Roman get your ass up and open, I’m worried sick.”

He didn’t want to. He didn’t want to see anyone, let alone Janus, who always seemed to weigh him down with those judging glances. Why was he here anyway? Where was Patton?

He could already feel his eyes stinging again.

He would murder for one of Pattons hugs right now.

Something thumbed softly against the wooden door.

“Roman, please-” there was a sudden shift in his voice, he sounded almost-sincere.”-Patton’s sick, you’re ignoring my every call, and while I hate believing rumors I just heard some horrendous news and I really need to talk to you so I can clear things up.”

Roman signed, pulling himself up and dragging his feet to the door.

He wondered briefly if Janus heard him, and was waiting patiently, or if he simply left without a warning. It’s not like he would be the first.

Groggily he opened the door, glancing down to find Janus still standing there, without a trace of annoyance on his face. Small miracles, eh?

“You look awful.” Janus said, except it didn’t sound anything like he’s usual biting self, almost caring. He wasn’t sure why the snake lost it’s venom but he wasn’t going to complain. “May I come in?”

Roman nodded, stepping aside to let the small man step in. Janus closed the door before turning towards the redhead.

“Do you need a hug?” From Patton or Remus preferably, both whom could squeze the air out of Roman and make him feel safe. But without either or them around he would have to settle for the tiny man.

He nodded groggily and the blond wrapped his short thin arms around his torso. Roman laid his head on top of the shortest man, allowing himself a moment to breathe. Janus still hadn’t let go, instead he started rubbing small circles on Roman’s back. And as odd as it was, the performer found the gesture oddly comforting.

“You’re not secretly-”His voice felt awfully raspy, he wondered how long it would take before he could sing again. A day? Two? ”You’re not secretly Patton disguised as Jan?” He felt himself relax slightly as the blond actually chuckled at his joke. Patton was a good head taller than Roman and almost as broad as Janus was tall.

“No, it’s still me, your awful assistant.”

“That’s nice too.”

“Roman?”

“Yeah?”

“I need to talk to you about Vivien.”

“Oh.” Roman swallowed hard. “Did Patton-”

“Patton knew?!” There was a flash of anger before the man closed his eyes. He could see Janus trying to even his breath, before speaking up again. “Did you plan to tell me?”

“I guess. Maybe?... Maybe not?”

Janus took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry.” Roman blurted out.

“For what?”

“Everything.”

“Roman, it’s your life.”

“Doesn’t feel like it.”

“Well.” Janus said, pulling apart and actually smiling at him. “Then I think it’s time we finally do something about it!”

[harmonizingsunsets]

Polin Week Day 4: Prompt - Jealousy

Touching A Live Wire

After dragging Colin by the arm through her and Eloise's flat with one hand, Penelope slams the door behind them with the other.

She folds her arms across her chest and looks him in the eye for the first time since they left her work party early. He'd looked apologetic, following her wordlessly to the car and remaining silent during the entire drive to the flat.  

"You have five seconds to apologize."

Colin sighs, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms. "Penelope, this is a misunderstanding."

"Five," she starts counting.

"I didn't mean to say it that loud!"

Penelope's lips curl further in anger. "Four."

"Wait, let me explain why I—."

"Three," she interrupts, tapping her foot loudly on the floor.

Colin tilts his head at her. "Pen, this is ridiculous."

"Two."

"Can't we just sit down and—." Pen opens her mouth, her lips forming the word one, but Colin looks alarmed and puts his hands out to stop her. "Fine, you're right. I'm sorry!"

Penelope breathes in relief. Despite the show she just put on, she didn't know what she would've done if she'd reached one. With Penelope's grade three students, she'd send them to the principal's office or write their names in the infraction book. But, Penelope didn't think those forms of punishment would've worked with Colin.

She moves her hands to her hips, pinning her gaze on him. "Sorry about what?"

"I'm sorry that I got a bit carried away."

"A bit carried away?" Penelope scoffs, causing him to flinch in guilt. "Colin, you yelled at my co-worker, "Penelope is too good for you," and then proceeded to knock over the punch bowl!"

"In my defense, whoever placed it there did a poor job. It was teetering on the edge of the table."

Penelope's jaw clenches. "I placed it on the table."

Colin's eyes go wide, adorably so, which she could appreciate more if she weren't so angry at him.

Well, she still does appreciate it a little. She's human, after all.

"Oh, then it was a lovely job!" Colin exclaims, trying to cover himself. "Perfect placement, angels in heaven would want you to be on punchbowl duty at every party."

"You think angels have parties?"

"No, of course not, but they host them. Can you imagine parties in heaven? Unlimited food, great entertainment, and you could dance with Pablo Picasso and Prince at the same time."

"You really think Picasso and Prince would run in the same social circles in—hey, don't distract me," she interrupts herself, pointing accusingly at him while biting back a grin. "I'm mad at you."

Colin takes a step forward, beginning to smirk. "Then why are you smiling?"

"It's an annoying side effect of being around you," Penelope explains grumpily. "But, I'm still angry."

Colin deflates. "I know. You  should be angry at me." He begins to pace, making Penelope worry that he's going to slip as she and Eloise just polished the floor yesterday. "I was way out of line. I shouldn't have yelled at your co-worker. It was disrespectful."

Penelope exhales, her anger beginning to fade, but confusion still causing her head to ache.

"I don't understand. Why did you yell that at him? And why did you spend the whole evening scowling at him and steering me away from him the entire time?"

Colin doesn't respond, looking down at his shoes. His behavior worries her, as Colin's never been one to avoid telling her something. His eyes are always open, full of honesty and understanding. But lately, they've been clouded.

The clouds are unsettling. Penelope misses the sun's warmth, and she can't take the chill anymore, especially because she doesn't know what prompted the weather change.

"You've been so unlike you the past few weeks," Penelope quickly says before she loses her nerve. "You've been off ever since he started working with me at the beginning of this month."

Colin shifts his feet. "No, I haven't."

"Yes, you have! Whenever I bring him up, you completely shut me out, you've avoided my attempts for you to meet him, and I caught you rolling your eyes when I was talking to him on the phone," she lists, furrowing her eyebrows. "What do you have against him?"

"Nothing."

"Colin, tell me."

He shrugs but with tense shoulders. "There's nothing to tell."

Penelope presses on, taking a step closer. "Obviously, you have something against him."

"No, I don't," he says, taking a step back.

She steps forward, feeling a rook on a chessboard that's slowly advancing on his pawn as he moves it backward one square at a time.

"Be honest."

"I am."

"No, you're not. I know you well enough to know when you're lying."

"Penelope…"

"Please, Colin, just tell me what's really got you so—."

"He's into you!" Colin blurts out.

Penelope freezes, her rook stopping one square before her victory.

Colin grimaces at himself, taking a deep breath as if his words knocked the wind out of him.

"What?"

"He's into you," Colin repeats, his voice quieter than before. "I don't like the way he looks at you. He obviously wants something more than friendship."

Penelope knows she shouldn't, but she laughs. "That's absurd."

Colin's expression drops even further, beginning to frown. "Why is that absurd? "

"Because it's me. Why would he be interested in me?"

"Why wouldn't he be?"

Penelope narrows her eyes at him. "Colin, don't play dumb."

"I'm not. You're the one that's playing dumb."

"Excuse me?"

"Pen, you're intelligent, beautiful, funny, and kind," Colin describes, slowly raising his hands and placing them on her arms. There's something in his eyes as he speaks so vehemently, a gleam that sends a thrill through her body. "You're the perfect package. Who wouldn't want you?"

Something in his words causes her to pause, reassessing the entire evening. Once she does, seeing a supercut of Colin's reactions towards her co-worker and his behavior around the two of them, her mind reaches one conclusion—a conclusion which quickens her heartbeat.

However, it also inspires a newfound sense of motivation to stop tiptoeing at the edge of the cliff she's been on for years.

But, she has to make sure Colin is truly standing on the same cliff as her before jumping.

Penelope swallows nervously. "Alright, let's say you're right and that I'm the perfect package—."

"You are."

"Ok, let's say that I am," Penelope agrees, taking a deep breath before crafting her following words. "So, why shouldn't he like me?"

"It's not that he shouldn't like you because, of course, he should. But—he shouldn't," Colin blabbers, getting a cute crinkle in between his brows as he struggles to explain himself adequately, which only fuels her wonderful but terrifying theory. "Because… he's—that guy is not right for you. "

Penelope inches closer, so her chest brushes against his body. He intakes a sharp breath, and she has to restrain herself from doing the same thing, knowing the gravity of this moment—of getting this exactly right.

"But I'm the perfect package, so I'm perfect for him, right?"

"No—I mean, yes, he'd be lucky to have you. But that doesn't mean you should be with him." His eyes flicker to her chest, and back up at her eyes, and back to his shoes, his face becoming more red with each passing second. "He—he has a horrible laugh, he likes Star Trek over Star Wars, and he took way more than his share of the cheese platter—."

"Those reasons are inconsequential. You know they are."

Colin opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. So, Penelope raises one of her hands, moving up his arm and to his neck.

The path of Penelope's fingertips creates a live wire, causing his skin to brim with electricity everywhere she touches.  But, it doesn't shock her. Instead, she's part of the electrical current and feels a hum of energy in her palm that his touch provides.

"So, there must be another reason you don't want me to be with him," Penelope continues, forcing her voice not to shake. "Right?"

"No," he shakes his head after a few beats.

She bites her lip, trying to hold on to hope. "Really, there's not one reason?"

"Um…no?"

Penelope sighs, dropping her hands from his neck, feeling stupid. How foolish was she to think ahead of herself like this? Clearly, Colin's answer was not what she predicted. Just like always, she got carried away in romantic notions, as she always seemed to, when Colin’s around.

"Ok," she says, clearing her throat. Colin frowns at the sudden distance, but Penelope can't see his expression as she's closing her eyes to try and banish the inclination to cry. "I know, it's been a long day, so let's forget it. I think I should—."

Penelope doesn't get to answer. Because, suddenly, Colin swoops forward, his hands cupping her cheeks and his lips crashing onto hers.

If touching his skin created a live wire, kissing Colin makes a high electricity voltage, one strong enough to power an entire city.

Colin's lips brush against her softly, but there's a desperate edge to it, one akin to the desperation she feels as she clutches the collar of his jacket and pulls him closer.

When Colin breaks apart for a breath, he rests his forehead on hers.

"I was jealous," he whispers.

Penelope pulls her head back a little so that she can meet his eyes. "What?"

"That's why I didn't want you to be with him, because I want you to be with me," Colin confesses, pursing his lips. "I know that's immature. I'm sorry. You should be with whoever you want to be with, even if it's not me. It's my fault that I was too much of a coward until—Ow!" He abruptly yelps, looking down at his arm, which Penelope just pinched. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," Penelope ducks her head, the corners of her lips twitching into a smile. "I was just checking to make sure you weren't an illusion."

Colin smiles in the incandescent way that made Penelope fall in love with him in the first place. He tips her chin up, forcing her to meet his bright eyes filled with an emotion that wraps around her heart and squeezes it.

"I'm real, I'm very much real," Colin assures, his thumb skimming her cheek. "I'll prove it to you."

He closes the distance between them again. But, Penelope is the one to deepen the kiss. She feels a wave of heat run through her at Colin's moan. Also, she experiences a surge of confidence, proud that she was the one to elicit such a glorious sound.

Penelope wraps her arms around her neck, finding it slightly annoying that he's so tall, as she has to lean up on her toes to kiss him. Colin must sense her struggle, quickly amending the issue by swiftly raising her into the air.

But, as her legs sweep up as she's taken into his arms, she accidentally kicks the bowl that holds her and Eloise's apartment keys off of the table.

It crashes loudly onto the floor, the ceramic breaking into multiple tiny pieces.

Colin and Penelope's lips break from each other's, looking down at the mess near her feet. Then, for a moment, neither of them say anything, only staring at the floor.

"Well…at least there was no punch in there this time," Colin says, sidestepping the broken pieces of the bowl.

Penelope laughs, smiling against his lips as she pulls him in for another kiss.

While she has a lot of explaining to do about the dramatic scene the two of them caused when she shows up at work tomorrow and will have to answer Eloise about the broken bowl, she can't find it in herself to care.

When he opens his eyes briefly, looking at her and moving a strand of hair behind her ear, she no longer sees clouds. Instead, she only sees the sun, and she wants to bask in its glow forever.

Penelope knows how idealistic that thought is, but as Colin begins kissing down her neck after moving them to the couch, she thinks it's quite a reasonable notion.

[houndsofcorduff]

Find the Word

Taking @junypr-camus open tag to find some words! My words are false, alone, bird, dream, and unlike. If I can't find it in Stray then I'll branch out to another WIP. And if it's not anywhere then I'll write a fun fact!

Instead of tagging new people, I'm going to redirect you to the words I got since it was an open tag to begin with!

False

She had been in the main hall for hours. Waiting. They should have been here by now. She had made sure she was the first to know when they had reached sight of the compound. And that was only because she hadn’t been allowed on the scouting party. 

Maura lowered her finger and instead rolled her bottom lip into her teeth instead. She had hardly believed it when Barthalamous had told her of the report sent in by Breday. Yes, she had failed in killing that false messiah, but that hadn’t been the most shocking part.

Alone

“Drumcondra you can’t -” Alannah started. 

“Alannah, please,” Drumcondra said softly. “I have served this country loyally for decades, and have not asked for anything in return. This is my only request. I think I am owed this.”

Oriana did not nod or agree, but she did dismiss the others. The leaders, their advisors, and their attendants left until Corduff was alone, surrounded by empty seats and crowded thoughts.

Bird(s) (from God of Smoke)

The thronged town square caught sight of the approaching angels. All the normal activity stopped and the ground became more crowded as all the people threw themselves onto the ground to bow to the angels. Em’het joined them, not wanting to stand out in the crowd yet again. All the human noises had stopped, there was no music, no muttering, no laughing. There was just the sound of the meat cooking in the fire and some birds. There wasn’t even a catfight in the alleyway.

Dream

“Destiny’s Stars, you’re all grown up,” she smiled. 

“I can’t believe it’s really you,” he had tears in his eyes. “It’s like a dream.”

Seeing his tears made Maura cry again, it reminded her of how long they had been apart, and how hard this must be for him to understand. It reminded her of all the regret she had been holding onto for so many years. 

Unlike

“Who just abandons their entire country after something like that?” Corduff heard Keavy say, though he had ignored most of her rant. “I know he was your master, Corduff. It must have hurt you more than anyone. If I could have, I would have chained him up until he got over himself. I know he lost his daughter that day, but everyone lost someone. I lost my two sisters. But did that make me run away? Of course not, it made me fight harder. Because unlike him, I’m not a coward.”

[delusionland]

CASSROSE FOR THE SHIP MEME COWARD idk if it's all of the questions or i'm supposed to choose one but y'know i'll let you decide

PRE-RELATIONSHIP

How did they first meet?

Cass & Rose first met when Rose tried to kill her! She was currently in the middle of her Dad’s WORST abuse. Cass spent the whole fight thinking about the parallels between them---two fucked up girls with even more fucked up Dads, still wanting their approval, still wanting to be Good to them.

What was their first impression of each other?

Cass didn’t stick around long enough to get Rose’s impression of her---but Cass’s impression of her was that they were mirror images---and that was beyond just the fact that Rose could copy her every move. She would never admit it, but there was something exciting about the fight. She felt like she was trying to beat the sense back into her---trying to beat the sense back into herself, remind herself that daughters are more than the Fathers they loved, girls are more than men & their approval, and people are more than killing---even as she stabbed Rose not in the back---but right in the neck.

But Cass also couldn’t help thinking she was beautiful. She couldn’t help thinking her moves, the way she moved her body---was perfect in so many ways, a fine-oiled machine. She was impressive. Better than so many other people she’d fought, so many grown men---if only she could see that.

Cass can’t wait for Rose to snap out of it, to come to Cass on her own terms, to fight her again as her own person, like Cass feels she is... mostly her own. She wants to feel the full brunt of who Rose is through her moves. Not just copying---but her passion, her tension, her strength, unhindered by what Daddy wants.

She wants to be infinite with her. She wants to bite & claw & rip. She wants Rose to show no mercy---no hesistation. She never wants Rose to worry about what her Dad thinks of her moves again. Because Cass sees her as capable of so much more.

Did any of their friends or family want them to get together?

Steph thought it was hot, Tim was okay with it, since Rose then became a Teen Titan. But Bruce did NOT approve.

Who felt romantic feelings first?

Cass. Love at first tremble, love at first cartoonishly cry for ‘Daddy.’ How can someone so broken match you so well? Sometimes loving someone is also... an attempt to love the part of you you see mirrored in them, that hurts you, but you feel is still worthy of love. Cass wants to ‘fix’ Rose. But she also wants to see her wild & free & strong, and that’s what love is to Cass. Being yourself.

Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

Nah, because it started out as sexy murder times and then calmed down to ‘I’m tired. You want food?’ And then just... blossomed naturally.

If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

I think Rose would laugh, but I think a part of Cass would agree. She’s never met a match for her quite like Rose. If they’re not soulmates---they’re definitely twin spirits, seperated in two different worlds & bodies, that met each other again. Cass isn’t particularly superstitious, but she thinks that, at least, MUST be true.

What would their lives be like if they had never met?

GENERAL

Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

Cass initiated. She saw the hesitation in Rose to leave, and just... offered she stayed. When Rose touched her and melted closer, she kissed her, and their bodies---tired from battling their perfect match, melted like butter together, into limbs & sweaty skin into a salve of satisfaction.

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

Cass introduced Rose to ‘rooftop tag’ with Steph. This was also Cass’s way of asking Steph’s approval. They all had so much fun together, though Rose initially didn’t understand what was going on.

What was their first kiss like?

It wasn’t magical. It was the most natural thing. Just the thing they were supposed to do, because they wanted to. It was the next step, the next logical leap. When you want to touch someone---in every possible way---to rough girls like these, first you fight, then you touch, then you kiss.

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

Not on Cass’s end at least.

What’s their height difference? Age difference?

Cass is 5′7″, so a little taller. Rose is sllightly older mabe?

What’s their relationship with each other’s families?

Cass has fucked Deathstroke up and wil AGAIN.

Who takes the lead in social situations?

Cass, Rose can be kind of awkward. Cass never does so in a convention manner, however. She is silly & endearing and floats through life with a sense that everything will go right---because nothing can be worse than it used to be.

Who gets jealous easier?

Rose.

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear?

BOTH.

LOVE

Who said “I love you” first?

Rose. And Cass repeated it back in a whisper, just for her to hear. Words are hard for Cass, they’re special. Cass had thought Rose always knew she loved her---that they didn’t have to say it. Words take things to a new dimension of reality that Cass was never privy to. Unlike the ‘real world’ of feelings & bodies, sometimes words feel like too much, too tenative, too scary. But Cass trusts those words with Rose, and only Rose.

What are their primary love languages?

TOUCH. And gifts!

Who uses cheesy pick-up lines?

Cass LOVES cheesy pick-up lines and uses them with WILD ABANDON to make Rose blush!

How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA?

ANY TIME CASS CAN GET AWAY WITH IT.

Who initiates kisses?

USUALLY CASS, SHE JUST LOVES TO KISS HER GF!

Who’s the big and little spoon?

Cass will physically fight to be big spoon. And she WILL win. This is LIFE OR DEATH!

What are their favorite things to do together?

Fight, playfight, and cuddle while listening watching Cass’s language youtube pages. (She’s trying to learn sign language and Mandarin.) They also like to cook together. But mostly Cass likes to eat her food, even though it’s WAY too spicy for her most of the time. They also like to play pranks on the Batboys / Titans. Cass tries to force Rose to come dancing with her, also, at punk shows.

Who’s better at comforting the other?

Cass is, probably, unless Rose needs WORDS. In which case, Steph is lol.

Who’s more protective?

Rose. Cass believes Rose can protect herself.

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?

PHYSICAL!

What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?

we fell in love in october / girl in red

daddy issues / the neighborhood

What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

cass calls rose ‘copycat.’

Who remembers the little things?

ROSE PROBABLY.

DOMESTIC LIFE

If they get married, who proposes?

ROSE...

What’s the wedding like? Who attends?

they have a small wedding and only invite GIRLS and alfred. it is streamed in the batcave but the boys are not allowed to come!!!!!

How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like?

oof. i don’t see them having kids tbh. too much trauma. they end up having their own sidekicks eventually, though, and they kind of get adopted lol.

Do they have any pets?

a cat that cass also calls copycat squared just to make fun of rose. it is missing one eye.

Who’s the stricter parent?

cass!!!!

Who worries the most?

rose!!!

Who kills the bugs in the house?

cass!!!

How do they celebrate holidays?

they just eat a lot of food and have sex tbh. after patrol, of course. the worst crimes happen on holidays!

Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

cass refuses to wake up any earlier than 2pm.

Who’s the better cook?

ROSE.

Who likes to dance?

CASS!