#sibling shenanigans

[nartothelar]

it’s just a prank bro

[michimonie]

If you ever need a looping gif of Della and Donald's sibling shenanigans.

[bon-sides-sw]

When you're littol, just swore your creed, also have a younger brother

S3 Inspired my to draw bebi Din and Paz

[gotstabbedbyapen]

What if Apollo and Persephone fight over who is Artemis' favorite sibling?

Apollo: We were born in Delos together.

Persephone: We grew up and rule Sicily together.

Apollo: Artemis loves hunting with me more than others.

Persephone: She loves gathering flowers with me, too.

Apollo: We always dance together!

Persephone: I dance with her and Athena too!

Apollo: I fought the Aloadae giants when they tried to abduct her!

Persephone: I dragged a woman to the Underworld when she stop worshipping her!

Apollo: I'm her twin brother!!!

Persephone: We come from the same loin!!!

Artemis: Guys, I love you both! Now stop fighting like children, for Gaia's sake!

[kibo-ichiro]

Derrick: I’m so embarrassed because I was walking down the sidewalk and a rat was just walking next to me and it looked like we were together.

Penelope: Did you consider that maybe the rat was embarrassed too?

[sorawritesstuff]

dick: good morning bro

jason: dont talk to me until ive had my morning tea

dick: u dont drink tea???

jason: exactly

[kybercrystals94]

Banner by @blackseafoam | Event: @galactic-gift-gathering

This story was written for @nerdyduckrants and their prompt “Snow”…they wanted something with the Bad Batch and full of family fluff 🖤 Thank you for the fun prompt, and for being an amazing part of this fandom ☺️

Snow Day

Read here on Ao3!

Rated: G | Words: 1365

“Crosshair’s on my team!” Omega announces, latching herself to Crosshair’s arm as if one of their brothers might try to bodily snatch him away. 

Crosshair groans, and halfheartedly tries to shake her off, but Omega holds fast, grinning wildly from under her knitted hat. Her face is already turning pink from the cold because she refused to wear the matching scarf Hunter had tried to wrap around her. 

“Maybe I don’t want to be on your team,” Crosshair grumbles.

Omega snorts. “Liar.”

He is a liar, but he’ll never ever admit it out loud. Just like he’ll never admit that the fact that she chose him over either Wrecker or Hunter gives him a sickeningly, sticky warm feeling under his rib cage where his heart is. 

A year ago, Crosshair thought if he never saw snow again it would be too soon. And yet somehow, willingly, he is standing in the stuff halfway up to his knees, all because Omega has never had a proper “snow day.” Where Hunter managed to find all this cold weather gear on short notice is beyond him, but Omega’s weeklong dream of having a snowball fight with her brothers is coming to fruition.  

“I guess teams are decided then,” Hunter says with a grin, and nearly faceplants in the snow when Wrecker sidles up to him and slaps him on the back.

“Me and you, Hunt! We’ll show ‘em how it's done!” the giant crows.

Omega swings from Crosshair’s still captive arm. “No! We’ll show you, won’t we, Crosshair?”

“They won’t know what hit them,” Crosshair agrees, smirking. 

“Hey, no putting ice in your snowballs,” Hunter says sternly. 

Wrecker adds, “Or rocks.” 

“Why would someone do that?” Omega asks, aghast. 

“Because two someones figured out the accuracy of a snowball was increased with added weight,” Hunter says.

Wrecker coughs, “Crosshair. Tech.”

Omega laughs.

“Those someones were right,” Crosshair returns, “But three other someones were being tubies about it, even though they were literally wearing armor and it didn’t hurt them at all.”

“It was the principle!” Wrecker declares. 

“Well, we’re not wearing armor now,” Hunter says. 

Crosshair rolls his eyes. “Fine. I’ll teach Omega how to make boring, regular snowballs. Happy?” 

Hunter gives his youngest brother a look and changes the subject. “Alright, we have twenty minutes to prepare for the fight.” 

“Starting now!” Wrecker cries and dashes away. 

With an indignant noise of protest, Hunter takes off after his teammate, leaving Crosshair and Omega on their own. 

Omega looks up at Crosshair. “What do we do first?” 

“First,” Crosshair says, finally extracting his arm from Omega’s grip, “we need to create a base. Where we’ll keep all our ammunition.” 

“You mean our snowballs?” 

“Ammunition,” Crosshair reiterates, enunciating each syllable. “This is a battle. A battle we’re going to win.” 

Omega grins. “Okay. A place to keep our ammunition. Got it.” 

Crosshair surveys their surroundings, eyes moving across the blinding white blanket of snow. The landscape is a meadow with rolling hills, framed on the outskirts by evergreen trees. They can use this to their advantage if they play their cards right, putting their fortress at the crest of a hill so that they can have the high ground advantage when Hunter and Wrecker try to advance. While Hunter and Wrecker will use the same tactic, building their own base at the top of a hill, Wrecker will never be patient enough to wait for Crosshair and Omega to come to them.

Which will be his and Hunter’s ultimate downfall. 

“I’ll make the walls of our base,” Crosshair decides, starting to move in the direction of the highest hill. “You’ll focus on ammunition.” 

“Okay!” Omega chirps, following in the path Crosshair is clearing through the snow. 

When they make it to their destination, Crosshair points at the ground. “Use this snow to make the snowballs. I’m going to build four walls around you.” 

“But won’t we need to get out?” Omega asks. 

Crosshair smiles. “Not if I know our brothers.” 

Omega gasps when the realization hits. “They’ll come to us!” 

“Exactly.” Crosshair kneels down in the snow, scooping up a handful in his flesh hand and uses his prosthetic, sheathed in a glove, to begin forming a ball, demonstrating the technique to Omega. “I trust you can make a few hundred of these in fifteen minutes?” 

“A few hundred?” Omega gasps. 

“A thousand, that’d be better.” 

“That’s impossible!” 

“With that attitude it is,” Crosshair tells her. “Now stop whining and get to work!” 

Omega groans and crouches down to scoop up a handful of snow. Crosshair looks at the weapon in his head then tosses the snowball at her lightly, the soft, white orb bursting on the back of her head. 

“Hey!” Omega cries, twisting to glare up at him. 

“Target practice,” Crosshair says, shrugging

Omega throws the half formed ball in her hands at him, hitting his stomach with a mist of snow. 

Crosshair gasps, dusting himself off. “You’re wasting our ammo!” 

“You started it!” 

“I never said I was a good example, did I?” 

He is rewarded with an eye roll and a smile as Omega turns back to her task, scooping up handfuls of snow and balling them up. Crosshair begins forming the walls of their fortress, gathering up armfulls of snow from the sides of the hill and bringing them to the top, making piles that he then begins to pack down. 

“It feels like it’s been longer than twenty minutes,” Omega says, scraping up another handful of snow from her nearly depleted supply from within the fortress. 

Crosshair is finishing the fourth wall. “Oh, it has.” 

“Then where are they?” Omega asks, standing to look over the wall. 

“Waiting for us to come to them,” Crosshair says. 

“And we’re waiting for them to come to us?” 

“Exactly. But we’ve got something that they have in short supply.” Crosshair climbs over the wall and sits down next to her. “Patience.”

Omega laughs, then looks at her piles of snowballs. “Did I make enough?” 

“No, but it’ll have to do.” 

The girl sticks her tongue out at him. 

“Real mature,” Crosshair drawls. 

It is at that moment that a giant snowball sails overhead, obviously a product of Wrecker’s massive mitts. 

Crosshair grabs a snowball in each hand, and Omega does the same.

“Ready?” Crosshair asks. 

Omega nods, eyes bright and glinting with mischief. “Ready.” 

And the battle begins. 

***

“I feel cold all the way to my bones,” Omega says, her hands curled around a steaming mug of hot chocolate. 

Hunter chuckles. “Yeah, that’s what happens when you play in the snow for too long.” 

Crosshair ignores the dark memories trying to creep up, focusing his attention on the fact that Hunter thought to bring something warm and sweet to drink on the flight back to Pabu. During the war, it was usually watered down instant caf that greeted them when they returned to the Marauder, rationed out because they didn’t know when they’d be able to get more. 

“I like this stuff,” Wrecker announces, then tries to shake out the last drops of his hot chocolate into his mouth from his mug. 

Crosshair likes it too; however, maybe it's the residue of that sticky warm feeling in his chest, but he passes  over his mug to Wrecker to finish off. His brother smiles at him, broad and toothy, and happily accepts the silent gift. Crosshair’s mouth twitches up in a responding half smile. 

“That was so fun,” Omega sighs. “Can we do it again someday?” 

“Sure, kid,” Hunter says, reaching over to tousle Omega’s smushed up hair that is flat against her head from the hat she’d been wearing. 

“But we’re gonna switch up teams next time,” Wrecker grumbles.  

“No!” Omega cries, “Crosshair and I made the perfect team! That’s why we won!”

“But I’ve never gotten to be on Crosshair’s team,” Wrecker whines. “And my team was so lame.”

Hunter frowns. “I’m right here, Wreck.”

“I know,” Wrecker says. 

Crosshair smirks. “I’ll decide whose team I’m on.”

Omega wiggles her eyebrows at him and mouths, Mine, right?

Crosshair shrugs dismissively, even though the answer is yes. 

For that kid, the answer will always be yes. 

END

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[callmesel]

Charlie using his little brother to bride his parents' into giving them one more cookie

[rrcraft-and-lore]

This is how this should have actually gone - realistic sibling convo post what happened.

Also: "I'll let you hit me back."

[prankprincess123]

Big family holiday hack: Buying your siblings' birthday & Christmas presents months early, and adding another layer of wrapping paper and/or duct tape every time they annoy you.

My BIL's Christmas present currently has 5 boxes & idk how many layers of tape & paper

[giddlygoat]

my twin bro just tapped me on the shoulder with a solemn expression and said “bro…. the silly goose police are here. you have to turn yourself in. i’m sorry…. i’m sorry.”

[michimonie]

Since I don't think some people saw this, I'm reposting it:

The gif ending to Duck Sibling Shenanigans.

[withered-owll]

“In a desperate need…”

14 year old Li-Ling just loves to tease her older brother. Of course she would go running to Macaque to hide before Yan Hao can get her 😆

But someday he and karma will catch her 😇

Eyy! I’m not dead! Had this idea sitting in my drafts since forever and finally managed to crawl out from my little depression hole and finish it before going back to working on another chapter and finishing the ‘Lost’ comic.

Thank you all who followed me during my absence it really makes me happy to see that people actually want to see my scribbles TvT 💕💕

As always Yan Hao belongs to the amazing @lopsushi

And Li-Ling belongs to me ^^

See ya! *runs away*

[gotstabbedbyapen]

Athen is the golden child and Ares is the disappointment child.

Ares is the coal child. Zeus might not like him but he can't rid of him for how important Ares still is (until Apollo the solar energy child comes in)

[yeetus-feetus]

batfam shenanigans

Tim: *minding his own business

Jason: *kicks open bedroom door*

Tim: *stares*

Jason: *stares back*

Tim: what do you wan- ?

Jason: *sticks middle finger up and leaves with the door left wide open*

Tim: *sighs*

-

Tim: get out of my room!

Damian: I'm not in you're room!

Tim: yes you are!

Damian: no I'm not!

Tim: you're toes are crossing the carpet line!

Damian: no they're not!

Tim: yes they are! go away!

-

Dick: nice work kid!

Damian: I am not a child.

Dick: sure bud *gives him a noogie*

Damian: argh get off!!

Dick: *laughs as he resists being pushed away*

-

Damian: *opens Duke's door*

Duke: *glares*

Damian: Alfred called *walks in and starts touching things*

Duke: oh yeah, what'd he say? *Glares harder*

Damian: *shrugs* not sure, you'll have to ask Grayson

Duke: then why are you in here?? *Removes something from Damian's hands and puts it back in place*

Damian: *picks something else up* well, it sounded important so-

Duke: *eye twitching* get out

Damian: why would I do that?

Duke: now.

Damian: *huffs* fine, whatever. *Leaves the door open*

Duke, to himself frustratedly: he's lucky I'm above fratricide istg

-

Cass: who took my brush!?

Steph: not me

Tim: not me

Cass: it was someone!

Jason: it was probably Dick

Dick: *gasps* was not! I don't even live here!

Cass: *glares*

Cass: if I find out who took it before someone owns up, they are dead.

-

Stephanie: Dick. Dick. Dick. Dick. Dick. Di-

Dick: omg what!??

Stephanie: will you drive me to my apartment?

Dick: no.

Stephanie: what why not!?

Dick: I'm done being the taxi driver

Stephanie: but you're the oldest that's literally your job

Dick: I said no

Stephanie:

Stephanie: Dick. Dick. Dick. Dick. Dick. Dick. Di-

Dick: ffs fine!! Just shut up!

-

jason, over text: pick me up a batburger

Dick: no

Jason: pick me up a batburger, please.

Dick: still no

Jason: I know it's on your way, you're gonna drive past anyways!

Dick: I'm not the delivery boy!

Jason: Just do it!

Dick: no!

Jason: fuck you!

Dick: fuck you too!

*20 minutes later*

Dick: open your door

Jason: why?

Dick: I have batburger

Jason: oh fuck yeah!

-

Tim: where's the remote!

Damian: you had it last!

Tim: no I didn't Stephanie did!

Stephanie: hey don't blame me!

Tim: stand up

Stephanie: what- I'm not sitting on it!

Tim: stand up!

Stephanie: fine! *Stands up* see, I told you!

Tim: *glares at Jason*

Jason: don't look at me you little shit I don't have it!

Tim: prove it!

Jason: I'm not standing up again I just got comfy!

Tim: I don't care! Stand up!

Dick, walking into the room: hey are you guys looking for this? *Holds up remote*

Damian: see it wasn't us!

*all start fighting over who removed the remote from the loungeroom*

Dick: *sighs tiredly*

-

Damian: who ate my vegan burger!

Jason: oh that was vegan? Hm no wonder it tasted different

Damian: you ate my burger!!?

Jason: calm down I was too injured last night to make anything, just grabbed the first okay thing outta the fridge

Damian: I should kill you! I was looking forward to eating that! I had my name on it!

Jason: *shrugs* sorry?

Damian: you better be, you owe me a new burger!

Jason: hey I don't owe you shit

Damian: yes you do! You are my burger! You owe me a new one! Right now!

Jason: no way!

Damian: FATHERRRRR! Todd ate my vegan burger I was saving for lunch!

Bruce, sighing exasperatedly: did you put your name on it?

Damian: yes I did! And he won't buy me a new one!

Bruce, looking at Jason with tired eyes: Jason buy your brother a new burger

Jason: fuck off! I'm not doing shit!

Bruce: *pinches the bridge of his nose and questions all of his life decisions*

-

*Jason and Dick roughhousing when they were younger*

Dick: *accidentally smacks Jason's head into the wall* oh shit-

Jason: *starts sobbing and crying*

Dick: fuck, wait- I didn't mean it I didn't mean it you're okay stop crying! Shh I'll make it better, stop crying!

Jason: *cries even harder* Bruce! Bru- !

Dick: *covers his mouth* no! Shush! Shh! Don't call Bruce, he'll kill me! Shut up!

-

Duke: who drank out of my mug!?

Tim: oh that was your mug?

Duke: yes. It was!

Tim: pretty sure Cass used it

Cass: *gasp* was not me!

Duke: well somebody used it and I ain't happy!

Damian: it was me, I used it for my water colours

Duke: you what!?

-

BRUUUCCEEE!

No! Shh! Shush! I'll fix it I'll fix it, don't tell B!

Okay I'm too tired to keep going, sorry it's almost 4am. Please feel free to add on to this with other sibling interactions!

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

Thalia and Jason are Artemis and Apollo in a different font

u are so right