“Blah blah blah Tim Drake is sleep deprived” we’ve all heard it, but this man is a highschool dropout who’s job is to sit at WE and look pretty (no he isn’t a CEO, idk where any of you took that from), making his only responsibility the Being A Vigilante bit. However, I present to you Duke Thomas and Damian Wayne are sleep deprived, bc hear me out they are the only ones who have stuff to do both at day AND night time.
Bruce is rich, he doesn’t have a real job, same goes for Tim, Jason doesn’t have any job at all, Cass doesn’t even have a birth certificate, Steph seemingly dropped out of uni, etc.
None of them do anything besides vigilantism, but Damian has school during the day and Robin at night, Duke has school at night and Signal during the day, those mfs do NOT have time to sleep.
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rules of loki's conjuration magic
what can and can't he conjure up?
we know he can conjure fireworks, we see kid loki conjure up a sword, and loki summons that blanket him and sylvie cuddle under. but when it comes to conjuring the tickets for the train on lamentis, he couldn't do it.
my interpretation has always been "he can conjure stuff that he can picture" which SOUNDS pretty solid in theory- after all, a blanket and fireworks are pretty easy to imagine, and he never saw the tickets, so there's no way for him to know what they look like
but also that opens the door to the same problem that people encounter when trying to draw a duck from memory, which is that it turns out ducks are kinda hard to remember all the details of, and he would end up with a weird sort of duck creature but not quite an actual one
(although i used duck for this example just because it is the first thing that came to mind, conjuring up living things seems like it would be its own kind of power akin to wanda's children- we never see loki conjure anything living beyond duplication casting, which is its own separate thing, so i don't THINK he could conjure a duck, but just walk with my example here. you think you know what a Thing looks like until you realize you don't.)
does the ability to conjure something come from visualizing it? or using it beforehand? had he known that blanket and therefore it was easy to summon up? where is it coming from? are the fireworks actually an illusion but the blanket and sword were Very Real?
is there a consensus or is this another topic of highly academic debate in the loki world?
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notes: inspired yet again, by something that happened to me irl and perpetuated by @sipsteainanxiety, @namodawrites and other teahouse peeps. a sequel to this work.
"The fuck is that?"
Were this your first encounter with the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, you might be scared. Admittedly, you might be the slightest bit nervous, but Katsuki Bakugou has shown up at your doorstep armed with his sharp tongue and sharper gaze enough times that you know that there's nothing to actually fear. The worst thing that Bakugou has ever done to you is call you an idiot and walk out of the room.
You offer Bakugou your trademark sheepish smile. "It's miso soup."
"No shit," he spits, stepping past you into your apartment proper. " S'not what I'm talking about, idiot— what the hell are you drinkin' it from?"
You lift the cup to your lips and take a sip, watching as he kicks off his shoes. "A measuring cup?"
Bakugou hurls a disgusted look in your direction. After a moment, his eyebrows rise, a silent gesture for you to start explaining since you both know that your 500mL measuring cup is not intended to be a serving vessel for miso soup or soup of any kind.
"It was the first thing I grabbed," you say, following Bakugou into your kitchen. “Besides, I think most of my dishes need washing anyway.”
"Hah!?" His head whips around and you can see his eyes zero in on the dishes in the sink. "You really frickin' let it pile up this much?"
"I meant to do them all last night since I knew you were coming..." You decide to not tell Bakugou the reason why you didn’t actually do your dishes; he doesn't need to know that you got caught up in an impromptu marathon on your couch last night.
Bakugou’s head jerks again, his narrowed gaze fixed on you and it feels almost as if you’ve gone transparent. It’s probably an intimidation technique, but you don’t let it faze you and just smile at him like you’ve done nothing wrong. You were going to wash them eventually.
"Hurry up an' get washing," he barks, pointing at the sink. "We ain't starting the lesson til those dishes are spotless!"
Despite Bakugou’s grousing there aren’t really that many dishes in the sink— a benefit of living alone. Washing them shouldn’t take too long. Maybe fifteen minutes at the very most.
You start washing and fully expect Bakugou to just watch you and comment on your poor dishwashing form, but instead he grabs a dish towel and begins hand drying things as you finish washing them. Personally, you think it’s just fine to let them air dry, but you suspect that Bakugou wants them not only spotless, but dried and put away in their proper places.
With his help, the dish washing time is cut nearly in half and you start to put all the neatly dried dishes away in your cupboard.
“Hey.”
“Hm?”
“Thought you said all your bowls and shit were dirty.”
You blink and look, and there are a few small bowls sitting there that weren’t in the group of dishes that you washed. “Oh, yeah… I didn’t use those because they’re not microwavable.”
It’s true. The bowls in question are ornate and delicate. Honestly, you only really use them when your parents come to visit which isn’t very often. Maybe they would be better in storage…
“...Microwavable?” Bakugou’s voice is calm. Almost oddly so.
“Yes?”
His eyes slide over to the now empty measuring cup in your hand, the final dish you need to put away. You think he’s ready to live up to his namesake and blow up. Thinking about it, perhaps he would find some offense to instant miso soup, but it’s not like it’s the worst thing in the world right? He’s gotten mad at you for using kitchen shears as a knife and a measuring cup as a mug, but instant miso soup isn’t that strange. It’s normal! A convenience!
Finally, Bakugou heaves the heaviest sigh you’ve ever seen, looking more like he’s swallowed an explosive rather than feeling relieved. “Alright, nerd, for today’s lesson, we’re learnin’ how to make miso soup— the proper way.”
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