#they're little shits your honor

[moving-asfateentertwines]

quiet mornings

Aged up characters, sweet domestic fluff, mated couple, slice of life - Rotxo is about 25 and Spider 26

Rotxo X Spider Socorro Sully

Word Count - 778

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They sun has only begun to rise when Rotxo stirs. The early amber light is beginning to filter into the marui he has called home for nearly 8 years now.

He stifles a yawn and stretches his shoulders back with a satisfying crack. He's careful not to stir the warm body tucked into his side.

Spider isn't supposed to spend the night often, the shack a little ways from their home being for him to sleep in at night in order to keep his mask off for a few hours at least. Rotxo knows it gets uncomfortable at time and has seen the seemingly permanent indents on his lovers skin where it presses in.

Still, Spider is nothing if not stubborn and is hard pressed to make leave when he's decided he's spending the night. For a brief moment, he ponders scooping up the other man and making him return to the building the humans so kindly crammed into the limited space of Metkayina beaches, but the thought filters away as quickly as it came when Spiders eyes begin to crack open.

Gently, always gently - his hand is the size of his mates head, he strokes back the braids and curls that have fallen over his face.

He selfishly tries to lure the blonde back to sleep. He caresses the skin above the mask, stroking gently like he knows he likes after so many years together, and watches Spiders eyelashes flutter lazily.

Distantly, his ears swivel to pick up the sounds of the fisherman and cooks leaving the lazy warmth of their own homes to begin the day. Thankfully, and admittedly a bit smugly, he thanks Ewya for their marui's distance from the others.

Spiders shack needed more stable room than the majority of their structures could offer. As such, his marui was built a little ways back from the water in order to allow the couple the chance to share their home. The shack is only a handful of yards beside the marui with foliage tucking it into the treeline to remind him of his first home.

It is a bittersweet addition to be forced to keep the human they've known so long now separate, but they'll be damned if they don't reap the rewards.

"Ro?"

Internally, Rotxo sighs at the admittance that the day was unfortunately starting. Still, he can spare an hour before patrolling the nets and reef.

"Mornin', Nì’it fko."

Spider opens a judgmental eye and scoffs. Nevertheless, he burrows deeper into the larger mans warmth. A pale thigh wedges itself between his blue and soon he is on his back with the human splayed across his chest.

"The sun is just beginning to rise...we could spare an hour." He directs down a cheeky grin that only spreads at the matching one from his mate. "You read my mind."

He snickers softly and lays a hand on the others back. His fingers stretch from the humans mid back down to the base of his spine in a familiar sight. They have grown up together at this point but the realization still leads him with a bit of awe.

"Mmm...you're warm. Probably cause you stole my blanket."

Spider peers up with narrowed eyes and Rotxo knows the sort of day they'll have. "Na'vi don't even use blankets."

"Maybe we should. And your blanket shouldn't be big enough for me if you don't want me to use it." The blonde scoffs and lightly smacks his chest, right over the still-healing tattoo he earned a few weeks past. The na'vi winces.

"Its that big because my thief of a mate would take it even if it just covered his dick."

"So my dick is big?"

They stay still for a long moment before Rotxo cracks and lets out a loud laugh. Said blanket is pulled up and he wraps it around the man in his arms. "There. Now we both have the blanket."

Spider snorts and Rotxo thinks he'll sling another retort before the smaller man lays his head back down into the crook of his neck. With a quiet hum, he begins to trace the twirls of ink and the stripes of darker blue on his skin. "Tsireya is helping me make another one."

"Of course she is. I'm sure Lo'ak introduced her to them. They're fucking amazing."

Spider just laughs and closes his eyes. The sun is coming in fully now but they can steal a bit longer. He closes his eyes and nuzzles his head down into blonde braids.

"Oel ngati kameie. Nga yawne lu oer."

He can feel the other mans smile against his skin.

"Oel ngati kameie. Nga yawne lu oer."

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Translations:

Nì’it fko - Small one

Oel ngati kameie. Nga yawne lu oer. - I see you. I love you.

[ms-dead-inside]

Okay, but hear me out:

Murder baby Damian, but for whatever reason, his first attempt at Tim's life is put on pause, so they never have that interaction. Instead, before Damian can come up with a new plan, Tim (who's kinda excited he now isn't the baby of the family) offers to train him in detective work for when Damian finally gets the mantle of 'Robin' as a way to bond with him.

"Why train your enemy, Drake?"

"We're brothers, not enemies. Besides, Robin has always been a mantle to pass down. I'm certainly not going to keep it in my twenties or thirties. And other than Bruce, I'm the best detective in the family."

"Very well, Drake, I shall accept your tutelage for the time being."

Damian accepts, of course. Not only can he study Drake for his weaknesses, he will also improve his own skill set. It's worth the wait for Robin. By the time Damian's done, there will be no doubt that he is the superior bat.

Unfortunately, he actually grows fond of Timothy. While he will inevitably get close with Richard, just like in canon, Timothy is a breath of fresh air for when Richard is being too overbearing, especially when it comes to things like 'socializing,' and 'making friends.'

When his father dies, and Timothy declared him actually lost to time, Richard doesn't believe him, can't believe him, because the hope is too painful. Timothy still gives Damian Robin, because, "I'm barely holding on as Batman as it is. I can't handle Robin being gone for potentially months at a time, halfway around the world."

During his partnership with Richard, truly becoming his brother-son, Richard introduces the ideas of pets to him. Damian loves animals, and having and taking care of a creature that could potentially survive on its own, but will have a much better quality of life under his care, speaks to him. He has Alfred and Titus and about half a dozen other stray animals that usually stay for about a week while he nurses them to health at any given moment, but he feels like he should officially have another pet.

Que the whole thing with his grandfather, and Timothy getting kicked out of the top of a skyscraper. He comes home with proof, and the Justice League brings his father home. And as Dick basically refuses to let anyone leave the mansion for the foreseeable future, Damian realizes several facts:

1.) Timothy is a human, and humans are animals.

2.) While Timothy has somehow survived until now, he wouldn't recognize self-care if it slapped him in the face.

3.) Timothy's quality of life will improve if someone is taking care of him because he cannot be trusted to do it for himself. (Is it a coincidence that he loses organs when he is away from the family? Damian thinks not.)

4.) Damian has gotten good at taking care of animals.

Ergo, Timothy is now Damian's pet. Tim doesn't know what to do and simply humors him. Besides, it's nice when someone actually bothers to give him a plate of foods that he likes when he gets hyper focused on work and forgets to eat. That, and while he is exasperated every time Damian tranqs him, those are still the best sleeps of his life.

Jason finds it hilarious. Damian doesn't understand Richard or his father's reactions.

"Damian, Tim can take care of himself."

"Barely. Father, now that I am in charge of his sleep schedule, there aren't as many dark circles under his eyes. Even Alfred has commented that Timothy consumes less caffeine."

"Damian, he can't be your pet."

"Why not?"

"Tim's your brother; he's family."

"So are you saying that Alfred and Titus aren't family?"

[playertwotails]

Random thought but I like to think Tails has the same bad eating habit as me. (let me project here a little bit)

So I have a bad habit of not noticing when I'm hungry to the point my stomach doesn't even growl normally to let me know I need to eat.

The only way I can tell is if I start getting a headache and feeling nauseous. Which then turns into a fun game of "am I coming down with something or do I just need to eat." Which then also turns into a fun game of trying to find something to eat but feeling too nauseous to want anything. (Nabs my beloved)

But all this to say I like to think Sonic has forced Tails to set up a timer on his watch to make sure he eats at regular intervals and always keeps snacks on himself to make sure Tails eats regularly. And that Sonic even calls Tails a lot on his solo travels to make sure Tails is eating regularly.

Cause you can not tell me after Tails had an early childhood of neglect that, that kid would not have some kind of eating disorder.

I just think it'd be interesting if in the middle of a fight or investigation Tails' watch goes off and Sonic's head swivels towards Tails and just gives him a look. And with out saying a word to Tails, Tails just replies "I know, I know" and pulls out a snack from the bag Sonic had left beside him. Or Sonic runs over pulls a snack out of his quills and hands it to Tails.

It happens so often that even Eggman just always lets them do it. After a while without talking about it when Tails' watch goes off everyone stops and takes a snack break, much to the confusion to not only both Sonic and Tails' allies/friends but also Eggman's allies of the week.

[verfound]

FIC: "Of Kwamis, Soulmates, and Idiots"

(MLB; Lukanette; LBSC Lukanette Month 2024)

@lovebugs-and-snakecharmers is doing a Lukanette Month for September 2024, and we all just kinda tossed some prompts in the disco to compile a list?  We ended up with 71 prompts, so I decided I’d roll some dice to pick a prompt, do a twenty minute (ish, bc we all know sometimes they run away from me) sprint, and try to get some short fics out this month?

Sorry not sorry for the end...

Read on Ao3

Prompt 09: New Pet

“You should talk to him.”

Marinette felt her shoulders stiffen – felt her entire body tense – at the tiny voice.  Irrational as it was, because she knew no one else could hear it.  No one else was able to see or hear Tikki except for her – that’s just how kwamis worked.

…well.

Her, and her soulmate.

But she didn’t have a soulmate.  Or…she hadn’t found them.  Yet.  So it was impossible that anyone else currently aboard the Liberty would have heard Tikki’s horrible suggestion.

Talk to him.

Like she could ever do something as crazy as that.

“Shut up,” she hissed under her breath, her eyes still darting up to make sure the band – to make sure he wasn’t listening.  She hunched closer to her legs, bringing her face dangerously close to her sketchbook, and tapped her pencil against the page in irritation.  “You know I can’t.”

“But why?” the little bug asked, zipping out from behind her pigtails to stare unabashedly at the him in question.

…Luka.

Juleka’s older brother.

Lead guitar of Kitty Section.

Super cool, super nice, super hot, super out of her league…

Tikki was frowning as she looked back and forth from Luka to Marinette’s sketchbook.

“You like him, don’t you?” she asked, tilting her little head to the side.  Marinette flailed, sending her sketchbook flying, as she grabbed at the kwami.  Did she have to be so loud?!

“Tikki, shut up!” she cried, her face burning as she pulled her against her chest.  She looked up at the sudden silence on the deck, and she gave a nervous laugh as she waved off the concerned stares.  “S-sorry, guys!  You know how…annoying kwamis are!”

Tikki shouted something rude at her, she was sure, but her hand was covering the little brat’s mouth and it came out a muffled squeak.  Marinette groaned as she pulled her knees back up on the crate and pressed her forehead against them.  Tikki grew suddenly quiet, and Marinette looked up to find…oh.  Oh no.

Luka was standing right in front of her, her discarded sketchbook in hand.

“Your kwami’s a little shit, too, huh?” he chuckled, holding the book out for her.  She swallowed and glanced down at her clenched hands, but Luka wasn’t looking at Tikki.

…of course he wouldn’t be.

He couldn’t see her.

Because he wasn’t…

“More than usual lately,” she sighed, letting Tikki go as she took her book back.  She offered him a shaky smile as he took a seat on the crate beside her.  “Sorry.  She…likes to tease me.”

“Oh, mine lives for that,” he chuckled.  “I don’t think Sass considers a day complete until he’s made my life a living hell.”

She giggled as he grinned at her, and her feet slipped from the edge of the crate back to the deck as she leaned forward.  His smile softened, and that…oh, he had the best smile…

“I’m sure he’s not all that bad,” she said, reaching up to tuck some hair behind her ear.  She looked up at him with a shy smile and prayed her face wasn’t as red as it felt.  “…he’s your kwami, after all.”

“Well, by that logic…someone as sweet as you?  Tikki has to be a saint,” he said.  She wanted to roll her eyes, but Luka had just called her sweet, and she ended up mumbling out some nonsense that might have been a thank you or maybe a shut up you’re cute, but either way she ended up looking back at the deck as her face burned hotter.  After a moment, he nudged he shoulder with his own and nodded towards the sketchbook.  “Sooo…what were you working on?  It must be good – you looked pretty intense.”

Her stomach clenched, remember exactly what – or who – she had been doodling, and she prayed he hadn’t actually seen the very detailed sketch of himself when he had picked the book up.

…any of the very detailed studies she’d done of him over the last few weeks, actually.  Tikki, kill her now…

“N-no, it was…it was nothing,” she said quickly, shaking her head.  “Just…you know.  Doodles.”

“I’d love to see them sometime, if you don’t mind sharing,” he said, leaning a little closer.  “Juleka says you’re crazy talented.”

“She…she said that?” she asked, looking up in surprise.  She hugged her sketchbook to her chest, and his smile…there was something in his eyes, something she couldn’t quite place – something she maybe wasn’t quite ready to place yet – that made her stomach flip pleasantly.  That made her want to show him the sketchbook, or anything he asked for, if only he’d keep looking at her like that.  He nodded, and she looked away as she bit down on her smile.  “That…that was really sweet of her.”

“She can be, sometimes,” he said.  She glanced back up at him, and her breath caught when he winked at her.  “If you’re not related to her.”

A giggle was startled out of her, and he chuckled as he reached over to squeeze her shoulder.  He glanced at something behind her, that strange look passing over his face again, before he stood and waved.

“Th-thanks!” she called as he turned away.  He looked back, and she waved her sketchbook at him.  “For…bringing it back.  Thank you.”

“Anytime, Ma-Ma-Marinette,” he said with a wink.  She rolled her eyes at the nickname, but her face didn’t feel as hot as it had the first time he’d teased her with it.  It felt…familiar, now.  More comfortable.

A tiny giggle by her shoulder had her tensing all over again, and she looked down to find Tikki grinning at her.

“Well,” she said, her eyes sparkling, “at least you talked to him!”

. : .

Later, after the others had headed home for the night and Luka was left ‘cleaning up’ the deck (…which was more of an excuse to sit on the stage, staring up at the stars as he worked on that song that had been stuck in his head since blue, blue eyes and Ma-Ma-Marinettes), Sass decided he apparently hadn’t had enough that day.

…as if seeing that crazy drawing of him in her sketchbook hadn’t been enough.  He had almost dropped the book all over again when he’d picked it up and realized she’d been drawing him the entire time she’d been watching their rehearsal.  When he’d realized she’d been watching him maybe as much as he’d been trying not to watch her.

“You ssstill have not told her,” the little snake hissed softly, settling on the head of his guitar when his playing tapered out.  Luka’s grip tightened on the neck as his eyes narrowed at his kwami.  His long tail was dangling, swishing almost like a cat – and the smirk on his face was definitely too feline for something that was supposed to be a snake.

“Sass…” he said in warning, but Sass just flicked his tongue out at him.  He’d say he was scenting the air, but Luka knew better.  Sass lived to torment him.

“Why haven’t you told her?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.  Luka rolled his eyes and jostled his guitar, just enough to dislodge the little shit.

“You know why,” he sighed, sinking back against the speaker he was using as a backrest.  “She’s not ready yet, buddy.”

“How do you know if you don’t tell her?” Sass pressed.  “Shhhe deserves to know, Luka.  Wouldn’t you both be happier if she did?”

“…she’s not ready yet,” he insisted, shaking his head.  “Her song’s still too…I don’t think she knows what she really wants yet, Sass.  And when I tell her…I want her to want it.  I want her to want me.  Is that too much to ask?”

The kwami’s brow furrowed, as if he didn’t understand – or didn’t believe – him, and Luka sighed as he started picking the familiar notes out again.  Marinette’s song.  The one that had utterly bewitched him from the moment he had first heard it – that had only intensified when she’d waved goodbye that first night and he’d seen the large, violet eyes peeking out from behind her collar.

Sass heaved a longsuffering sigh as he settled on his human’s head.  He flicked his tail against him as he settled in, a clear sign of his annoyance.

“I ssstill sssay you shhhould tell her,” he huffed, and Luka smiled sadly.

“I know, buddy,” he said.  “I will.  Soon.”

. : .

Except it wasn’t just that the kwamis’ humans were soulmates.

The kwamis needed each other, too.

They were linked, in an ancient, mysterious way no one really understood.

They could never really exist peacefully, in harmony, until they were reunited.

…and soon just wasn’t proving to be soon enough.

After another week went by – and then another two – Sass and Tikki had had just about enough.

“She’s just so shy,” Tikki huffed from their hiding place in the basketball hoop.  “She’s so amazing, Sass, but she has no self-confidence!  She’ll never make the first move!”

“I fear Luka won’t, either, if shhhe never does,” Sass sighed.  “He feels shhhe is…not ready.”

He said it with a roll of his eyes, and Tikki pouted as she stared at the two hopeless soulmates dancing around each other below them.

“She’s more ready than he thinks,” she tutted.  “You don’t have to wake up to her kissing her stupid cat pillow and sighing his name.”

Sass snickered, and Tikki tried to pout at him, but it was too easy to return his grin when he looked at her like that.  He was more familiar with things like that than she knew, he was afraid.

“Perhapsss it’sss time we ssstopped leaving it up to them, then?” he suggested, tilting his head as he watched Luka bend to help Marinette pick something up – and then crash his head against hers when their hands brushed and she jerked back.  “Perhapsss they need a little…pushhh?”

“…what do you have in mind?” Tikki asked, turning to him.  He grinned and floated up, winking at her as he made his way below.

“I think it’sss about time I sssee thisss pillow for myssself,” he hummed.  It took barely a moment – the briefest of distractions, provided by Ivan calling for Luka to get back to the stage and neither of them watching too closely – and then Sass was phasing through Marinette’s bag, settling into a pocket he was sure would go unchecked until it was too late.

From her place on the hoop, Tikki just…stared.

She…hadn’t known they could do that?

They could do that???

She had thought they were bound to their humans, that they couldn’t travel too far from them, and yet…well.

If Luka was Marinette’s soulmate, perhaps he was a little bit Tikki’s human, too?

Tikki was still hiding up on the hoop a short while later when Marinette received a call asking her to come home, and she watched anxiously as her human waved goodbye to her friends and ran off the boat.

…as Luka watched her go, a look she would call nothing short of longing on his face.

She sank back against the board and wished for a freshly-baked cookie to chew on.  Oh, she had a bad feeling about this…

[mairaiscarrierofthepaperclips]

Buck: Hey, Eddie. Why did the chicken cross the road?

Eddie: Why?

Buck: To get to my boyfriend's house!

Eddie: Wait, your boyfriend's-

Buck: Knock knock!

Eddie:... Who's there?

Buck: The chicken.

Eddie:...

Buck:...

Eddie: If this is how you ask me out for the first time, Buckley, I swear to god...

[aledethanlast]

If I'm already on the topic of the foxes and grown ups, let's talk about Kevin.

I think Kevin mellows out a lot by the time he goes pro. In part because there's not nearly so large an axe over his neck anymore, but largely because around his fourth year, when pro teams start seriously trying to recruit him, he realizes that his caustic and dismissive attitude towards his teammates can't really fly anymore. It's a Raven behavior, a label he's both disavowed and been disowned by, and most coaches are not his dad who will let him do whatever and kowtow to his expertise. He was an assistant coach for one semester, and never a captain. His behavior has a deadline and if he misses it, it might end his career. He's gonna need to make an actual effort.

And he wants to make the effort! He always admired the Trojans for their good nature, and while he is definitely a fox, he thinks he'd very much like being part of a more friendly team.

So when he signs on to his first pro team (the culmination of six weeks of studying various teams for play style, lineups, press reputation, and point stats), he feels ready to turn over a new leaf. If nothing else, he thinks he'd like to make more friends now that he doesn't have Andrew and Neil around all the time. And the team seems like a nice bunch! They're talented, driven, he can see how he can mesh with them.

This sentiment lasts him about a week.

"Put Neil on the goddamn phone," he says as he slams the door of his car.

"Kevin," his father says on the other end of the line. "We are at practice right now."

"I know, that's why I called you."

His father sighs in the way he does when he needs a few seconds to debate who he should blame for this latest headache. Then he hears a fist on glass on the other end, and a minute later the little fucker says "Kevin. How are you."

"I don't know how you did this or why, but I am going to fucking end you."

"Please be more specific." Smug little motherfucker. Kevin slams his foot on the gas and pretends it's Neil's neck. Though he eases up a bit when he almost tailspins out of the parking lot. He hasn't driven a car in six years, fucking sue him.

"Practice ended three hours ago, Neil. I am now leaving the stadium. Can you guess what I was doing in that meantime?"

"Rediscovering the lost city of Atlantis," Neil says, deadpan, and when Kevin goes to trial for homicide he is going to play this recording back for the court and they're going to call it justified.

"No, see, by the time Gotlieb started talking about Atlantis, I knew he was fucking with me. That doesn't salvage the two goddamn hours I spent trying to convince my teammates that the pyramids weren't, I shit you not, built by Napoleon." He pauses as he reconsiders what just came out of his mouth. "This was Andrew's idea, wasn't it?"

"Kevin, if you only talk to people about exy, they're going to think they can only talk to you about exy. Now your team knows you're an actual fucking person. Have fun with that."

Plague upon his fucking house. "Are you expecting a thank you?"

"You promised yourself you'll make more friends. I'm just holding you to it. So...yes."

Kevin doesn't say it, and he tells himself its because Neil doesn't need the ego. Somehow Neil hears him anyway. "Drive home safe, Kevin."

"Go get your rookies in line, Captain," Kevin says, and hangs up. He dials Andrew next; he needs to know just how much of Kevin's thesis Andrew turned into conspiracy fodder.

[sleepykas]

God i love Hireath so far. Like you don't understand how refreshing it is to find such a well written fabrication where Sun and Moon act like their in-game self. Also I live your asshole Sun like WOW he's amazingly written- the passive aggressive and straight up aggressive uncalled for behavior has me wild. Not even to mention Moon- he's my favorite character thus far. He's just a little prankster guy. He's just so him. Rrr I love your writing style and Y/N like yay! We have a backbone! Very good. Anyways, I will be eagerly awaiting the next chapter! Love your work!

WAIT HOLD UP. WAIT. YOUR HONOR. I'M SO FLATTERED OH MY GOD. THANK YOU!!!!!

[valdeswan]

Alberu and Choi Han being friends

@ringoahiru you ask for it. I did my best but I stoped reading the novel in the 700ch almost three years ago(shame on me, yes.)

Choi Han is an absolutely sarcastic asshole with no chill, and Alberu vibes with that even if he shouldn't because he is like the crown prince. Like, Choi Han would tell a noble to shut the fuck up, and Alberu would just gaslight the poor man into thinking he said nothing.

They are the type of friends who absolutely roast each other with no hesitation. They are like:

Choi Han: morning, fake ass prince. How was your day? I hope bad like your hair style.

Alberu: *not missing a sec* Good morning, overrated stinky dog. My morning was good until I saw your ugly face.

And Cale just learned to not try to understand them anymore. He is sitting there, looking at them, eating cookies, and thinking, 'They're such good friends, bc he has a distortion of the concept of friendship.

And their bond activity is just fucking with Cale until he looks like he regrets every decision in his life. Alberu and Choi Han agree that he looks one step closer to committing first-grade murder and is the most hilarious shit ever.

Alberu: hi, old man, How was your day?

Choi Han: dunno, how was your day, Cale-nim?

Or,

Choi Han: the other day I was thinking-

Alberu: do you think? I thought domestic dogs didn't

Choi Han: *not even blinking*-is Cale-nim the protagonist of a reality show for the Ancient powers?

Alberu: holy sh-

*Cale with his eye twitching as his only reaction, plotting how to ruin the rest of the week of these motherfukers*

But at the end of the day, both of them know deep down that if something happens to the other, they will throw hands with the gods if it is necessary.

Choi Han would punch some Nobels without a thought in his mind if someone insulted Alberu, and Alberu would ruin the life of the first idiot to say something about his Instructor-nim. They love each other; they know it, but they will rather kill themselves than say it out loud.

[adastraetretro]

[Person A] frowns, sticking out their bottom lip in an over-exaggerated manner. "I hate you."

"No, you don't," [Person B] sing-songs, smirking.

[clownprince]

Look. Don't get me wrong. I love the batjokes fandom literally everyone I've interacted with has been SO nice for such an insane ship it's a surprisingly chill fandom.

That being said... sometimes I feel Weird because a lot of the community (not all! but a large part) is like haha yeah my favorite fucked up toxic problematic ship love how twisted it is >:) batman wants to fuck that clown even though he literally killed his whole ass son it's so fucked I love it.

And that's fine! No problem with that. Power to you.

But I'm just over here like... what if they both got better together and processed their trauma and Joker made amends with everyone and everyone was happy and content as a family.

Like, the most compelling thing for ME in Batjokes is easily Bruce's refusal to view Joker the way most other people do. Even in arcs where he does dehumanize Joker, he at the very least makes an attempt to understand him. Everyone else is just like yeah, he's evil, he's just doing this shit because he enjoys it because he's a monster. But even when their relationship is at its worst, like in Joker War, Batman tries to understand where Joker is coming from. He doesn't just assume oh yeah Joker is just doing this because he's evil there's no logic behind his crimes he just enjoys it.

Bruce actually understands that Joker is trying to show him something, i.e., that he isn't being Batman right (in Joker's opinion). And even after Joker literally tears down his life, fucking reanimates his dead father figure to torment him and re-enacts his childhood trauma on the city, Bruce STILL ends up agreeing that he had a point!

Like to ME... Batjokes is about loving someone so transcendentally that you devote your entire existence to helping them. It's about having compassion for someone even after they commit horrific atrocities. It's about loving someone who everyone else hates and views as a monster. It's about someone loving the parts of someone that they consider terrible and unlovable. It's about being misunderstood your entire life and finally finding someone who gets it. It's about love for one person motivating you to stay alive in a world that's been nothing but cruel to you. It's about finding someone who makes everything awful that's ever happened to you seem worth it. But most importantly it's about the refusal to give up on someone who everyone else has long since declared a lost cause.

[mentallyillastrophelfreak]

No worries, just Remus and Reg storytelling

Regulus: - and then he fucking punched me in the stomach and he had the audacity to threaten me!

Remus: ...

Remus: When was this again?

Regulus: After the day of my tenth birthday.

Remus: So, basically, this kid hit you because...

Remus: ...you were staring at him?

Regulus: HA! The only reason I would stare is because his ugly face can catch anyone's attention.

Remus: But you did call him a bitch too.

Regulus: Eh, he's just like his parents anyway.

Regulus: I bet his dad fucked my-

*James and Sirius listening to every word, their jaws dropped.*

[roomba-mangga]

taking a little break from writing for a few days to cool down the brain but first... yaad&thistle au fic preview under the cut. this is clocking in at 12k atm, i haven't finished drafting all the scenes yet, but i am deeply enjoying this one.

[denebolablack]

Steve and Bucky:*Arguing with their Brooklyn's accent in the middle of the common room*

Tony: *Flushed as fuck*

Pietro: You okay, brains?

Tony: Fine. *Mutters something*

Pietro: What was that?

Tony: IjusthavealittlethingwithillegallyhotsupersoldierstalkingwiththeirBrooklyn's accent.

Pietro: *Amused* I think you forgot something very important about that pair of super soldiers.

Tony: What do you me- ¡¿Steve?!

Steve: *Pulls the genius to his chest and talks with a very strong Brooklyn's accent* Glad to hear that you like our accent, sugar.

Tony: *Dying of embarrassment* Goddamn, super ear.

Bucky: *Also with a strong accent* Yeah, sugar, amazing super ear.

Pietro: Well, I'm out. I have zero interest in seeing any of you naked.

Tony: *Totally ashamed* ¡No one's getting naked!

Bucky: Oh, really?

Tony: Why do you sound so disappointed? Steve, why does your boyfriend sound so disappointed?....Why do you seem disappointed?

Steve: Oh, it's nothing. You know, I was kinda hoping to see you naked.

Bucky: You and me, Stevie.

Tony: But why in the world would you want to see me na- oh, oh.

Bucky: *Smirks* Your brain is finally braining, dollface?

Tony: Uh-uh, yeah.

Steve: *Gently touching the genius' hips* Yeah?

Tony: Yeah! Absolutely, yes, totally!

Bucky: *Kissing Stark's neck* Good, cuz I really wanna see how much you like our accent.

Tony: *Dying inside* If this is a dream don't you dare wake me up.

Pietro: Please get a fucking bed, then!

Tony, Steve & Bucky: PIETRO!

Pietro: *Runs away*

[bubba-draws]

For the grollow prompts; how about just cuddling in a nest? Nice soft moment bc hollow sure as hell deserves plenty of them.

I may have forgotten the nest part of the request so pretend they're sleeping on a bed or something

Bonus: lil kiss

[kalevalakryze]

Bad Movies, Good Company

Relationship: Shin Hati/Sabine Wren Characters: Shin Hati, Sabine Wren Additional Tags: Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Non-Explicit Implied Sexual Content, Movies - Freeform, Hot Chocolate, Mild Language, Sabine Wren Is A Little Shit, She/They Shin Hati, References to Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008), Lesbian Sabine Wren, Lesbian Shin Hati, Not Canon Compliant, No Beta We Die Like Ahsoka (Again), Soft Sabine Wren, No Spoilers Summary: Sabine never realized just how many 'firsts' she would give to Shin; first time, first kiss, (she wouldn't doubt first hug from someone other than Baylan), and now, it's time to give them their first hot chocolate and cheesy holodrama. Sabine didn't care much for the movie, she had someone better to pay attention to anyways. Notes: Today's been a shit day so I just needed to give my feral little shits some softness, ty cali for reminding me of the brainrot Eventually if things keep going the way they have been, I am going to turn off comments entirely 👍 I'm here for the gays and no one's gonna ruin that for me. AO3 Link: Fic & Collection

They still had a week in space before anything could be done, and at the behest of both Shin and Sabine, Ahsoka had told both Apprentices to rest for the day so she could meditate without having to make sure they weren’t going to kill each other.

Sabine had tried to take the opportunity to sleep in, but Shin getting up just as early in the morning had ruined that plan. The artist had spent the entire day distracting them with small, menial things to keep her out of the training rooms; teaching them sabaac, showing them their sketches, and even maybe powering off Huyang and slipping into the bunkroom with the hopes that Ahsoka wasn’t listening in too closely.

Just getting Shin back in bed had been a feat, so Sabine had been more than happy at their comfy refusal to leave the small space. “Hang on, I’ll be right back,” Sabine pressed a kiss into their hair before wriggling herself from their arms, tugging on her clothes as she stumbled to the door.

Powering on Hyang on her way to the kitchenette, Sabine pulled down two mugs. “Hey Huyang, you fell asleep on me,” She teased as hot chocolate pods were loaded, the perfect way to end their lazy afternoon in the chill of the artificially cooled room.

“I do not need sleep, you-“

“Oh hey, I think Ahsoka was calling you,” The warm drinks were poured into white porcelain cups as Huyang went to find Ahsoka, muttering to himself about ‘Padawans’ and ‘Mandalorians’.

Liquid gold secure, Sabine balanced both mugs in her hands, snagging a datapad from the shelf along the way back. “Okay, buckle up, because once I sit down, I’m not getting up again,” She handed both mugs off to Shin, who peered on the contents with more than a normal amount of confusion. “Don’t worry, there’s no poison,” She promised as she slipped back under the covers to wall the blonde off from the door, something the woman had personally requested once their sleeping arrangements had turned to this.

“But what is it?” They sniffed experimentally as Sabine balanced the datapad on her knees to grab her mug back.

“What..? You’ve never had hot chocolate before?”

Shin’s vacant stare was enough to tell Sabine that no, they had never had hot chocolate before. “All these years, and you’ve never lived- How has Baylan gotten away with this great injustice?”

Before Shin could bite back a seething retort about the Mandalorian’s remark about her Master, Sabine was tapping her hand against the mug. “Come on, just take a sip, di’kut, you’ll love it,”

As Sabine got comfortable in bed again and started tapping away at the datapad, Shin raised the mug to her lips and took a slow sip.

A smile pulled at Sabine’s lips the moment Shin’s eyes had widened. The liquid was hot on her tongue, but the rich, sweet ichor didn’t go unnoticed. Pulling the mug back, Shin blinked at the contents. “Don’t burn your tongue-“ Sabine tried to reason with them as they took a bigger sip. “It won’t be a fun time, cyar’ika,”

Sabine was able to coerce Shin into not drinking the rest of the mug like it was needed to live, settling back into the bunk until the blonde shuffled closer to press firmly into her side. A film was pulled up onto the datapad, something sappy and romantic, the first thing she’d found about a clone and a Twilek, and dads who stepped up; it really didn’t require much brain power to enjoy, though Shin had seemed immersed.

“Why would they bring that stranger inside? It seems a good way to die,” Shin commented as she intentely watched a soldier stumbling into the small family’s barn. Sabine’s attention was turned to Shin, watching the furrow of their brows, the crinkles at the corners of their eyes, and the way she looked between everything in each frame.

Shin allowed themselves to lean into the comforting ministrations of Sabine’s hands, her mug held tight in her lap as she scoffed. “That isn’t even a proper blaster burn, have they never been shot before?”

Sabine’s hand trailed from the back of Shin’s head to the underside of her jaw. “Maybe, budget osik,” She grumbled halfheartedly, tipping her head down to catch Shin’s lips. The other woman was more than happy to return the kiss, chocolate rich on her tongue as Sabine allowed them to take control.

An explosion from the datapad had Shin pulling back to watch the holofilm again, the lights catching in the silvery blue of their eyes. Sabine smiled dumbly at her, head drooping back against the pillows as she watched Shin take another sip, their eyes sliding closed at the decadent liquid once more, it seemed the best way to get the woman to blink, too.

“Old Separatist droids to not fight like that, they are making them seem much more intelligent than they were truly capable of,” Shin grumbled in complaint, not acknowledging the Mandalorian as her empty mug was taken from her hands and set on the floor next to Sabine’s own empty glass. Instead, they curled closer, fingers tangling in the purple haired woman’s sleep shirt as her head pillowed against her chest, complaints growing quiet as a cheap action sequence started.

Sabine’s lips pressed against the top of her head, the fruity smell of the hair mask they used to repair their hair after bleaching it last still clung to each strand, though the wispy small of bark and grass that were so inherently Shin permeated the citrus.

“Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum,” Sabine grumbled against their head, peppering soft kisses across their head, any way to express the words she knew they would not understand.

“Quiet,” Shin hissed instead, reaching to press the palm of her hand against Sabine’s lips to further quiet her. “This is called the all is lost moment, yes?” When Sabine nodded against their hand, she was so kind as to allow the gentle kisses pressed into her palm.

The blonde seemed genuinely ticked off when the soldier decided to help the small family and not report the AWOL stepfather, enough so that she’d almost gotten out of the bunk to throw the datapad.

Sabine grabbed their hands with a smile on her lips. “Relax, ner kurs’kaded, it’s already been written,” She eased, guiding the other woman back to press their lips together. “Cheesy romance films are always like this,” Shin’s eyes rolled hard enough that Sabine could feel it, smiling against her wolf’s lips as they eased back into her and brought their lips that last breadth of space to bring them together once more.

“Tell me there are other films on the holonet that aren’t like this, that there is some hope for civilization,” Shin grumbled exasperatedly as the soldier on screen hugged the other man’s children and left with his returning troop.

“Oh, yeah, I mean there’s like, horror, and stuff?” Sabine blinked, a sheepish smile forming on her lips. Of course Shin would have preferred a slasher over some feel good family drama. “I’ll put one on?”

Shin grumbled as she pressed into Sabine once more. “Don’t bother, you have shown me where your priorities lie, you sap,” There was a smile being hidden in her shirt, she could feel it against her skin.

“I am so not a sap, you’re just cute,”

“I will cut out your tongue and feed it to your demon cat,”

“You are my demon, Nix is my little baby,”

Shin groaned and rolled over to face the wall, though when Sabine did not follow, she sat up and turned back to glare at the Mandalorian. “You know your place, Mandalorian,”

Laughing, Sabine shut off the datapad and scooted over until she could wrap herself around her wolf from behind, pressing kisses to the shell of their ear as they snuggled back in. “Guess these slow days can be nice,” She declared as she relaxed into the thin mattress.

“You do need time to prepare for me to kick your shebs tomorrow,”

“You’re such an ass,”

“You love my ass,”

“I really do.”

Translations: Di'kut - Idiot (affectionate) cyar'ika - darling Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum - I love you/I will know you forever ner kurs'kaded - my wolf

[mairaiscarrierofthepaperclips]

Eddie: Could you to least try to see this from my perspective?

Buck: *immediately sits on the floor, grinning*

Eddie:... Okay, listen here, you little shit-