I Am So Normal About Them (i Talk To My Walls About Them)

I think it'd be funny if Damian kept up his formal speech patterns for the sole purpose of appearance. Originally, he would've learned to speak that way in the League, but I feel like Jason's informality and unseriousness would rub off on him eventually.

Alfred is gone for the week and Bruce is cooking for the bats

Bruce: "Alright guys, it's a little burnt, but it still might be good."

Tim, squinting his eyes at the plate: "B, it looks radioactive.."

Damian: "Father, I will not be consuming this horrible dish. It seems itself to be inedible, and I will not be poisoned by your lack of skill in the food department."

Later

Damian, on the phone with Jason: "It looked like shit! He served us all mystery meat, Todd. Bring me some decent food right now or I'm killing myself."

Jason: "Jeez, kid, take a chill pill or something. I'm on my way."

Damian: "There is no pill chill enough for me to take, Todd! I can't keep starving myself whenever Dad is put in charge. He's going to kill us all on accident!"

Bothersome beast, comforting friend

What are some chronic illnesses that can only occur in a fantasy setting?

luka runs cold. this is an undeniable state of fact. his body is not as… refined, despite his owner's claims that he is genetically superior compared to the rest of his peers. a younger luka had once scoffed at the thought.

superiority, he mused back then, meant nothing if he could barely lift a kilo on his own, if his own body couldn't even regulate its own temperature or maintain the circulation of his blood.

but now luka finds that he has much less cause to complain when your palms press his soft, delicate hands between the warmth of them. he likes sitting backstage before his performances, eyes fluttered close as you rub his hands between your own and murmur soft reassurances to him, a habit you've never quite managed to shake from your days of watching him backstage during his first season on alien stage.

now luka rules the stage, toying with his fellow performers' hearts and minds, but he still depends on your devotion all the same.

nothing but the truth

smushes them together

[ Devour ]

i cant bring ymself to finish these bu5 GUYS . WAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH WAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭WAAAAAAAAAAAAA

You hate yourself so loudly. You hate yourself at the top of your lungs. Your loathing for yourself permeates your speech. “Sorry I’m just rambling.” “Don’t worry about it.” “Just ignore me.” “Sorry if I’m annoying you.” “Sorry I don’t make sense.” “Sorry about that.” Sorry, sorry, sorry. You act as if you have to beat everyone else to the punch. As if the punching bag is you. If you hate yourself first, if you hate yourself loudest, then nobody will hurt you. You clapped your hands over your ears and shut your eyes and balled yourself up so that you’d never have to experience people’s loathing for you. And it meant you never heard their love. You drowned it out. You screamed your hatred over it. And you never got to hear it. 

animagus 🐾