Lmao I'd love to see a fic where batman like. Doesn't talk at all. He just 'hn' and 'hrm's his way through the story like a Minecraft villager. All the bat kids understand him perfectly.

I actually know people irl who can do this, and I've done it myself during bad migraines, it's practically a second language, so I know it's totally possible to have full conversations between two speakers XD!

It'd be another degree of separation between Brucie Wayne, the ditzy, breathy playboy and batman, who used up all his vocal spoons for the day and now communicates solely through unintelligible grunts and sharp hand gestures when he doesn't need to talk to strangers.

Unfortunately, the best way to learn grunt speak is the same way most languages are learned, and there's no written word (outside of emoji, of course): immersion. And the justice league are no longer considered strangers.

This leads to:

Hal: which way do we go, spooky? Where's the tracker pointing?

B: *grunt*

Hal: what?

B: *insistent grunt*

Hal:..... Can we point?

B: *dour look* *slowly raises arm to point left down the street* *sharp, insistent grunt*

Hal, dryly: don't strain yourself.

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Damian: greyson. I am calling because father has had an injury and is bed bound for tonight, however Alfred is downstairs and the rest are still on patrol. I am still in the early stages of learning father's intonations. Please translate.

Nightwing, eldest, regularly called for exactly this reason by just about everyone Bruce has ever spoken with since he was a kid, ranging from arkham guards to jl members: *heavy sigh* put him on.

Bruce: hrng...

Nightwing: He's telling you to close the curtains and keep the noise down, he's got a headache.

Damian, over the sound of footsteps and fabric rustling: it truly is just like another language.

N: nah, it's a lot of probability. I've known b for years, I can guess pretty well. There's a lot we can say. For example, that grunt actually carried a lot more meaning, I just trimmed it down.

Damian: truly?

N: yup! If I had to be pedantic, it actually meant 'I am in quite a lot of discomfort, the cause of which is my head, and I am struggling to manage it on my own. Please aid in my cause, my darling sons whom I love dearly -'

Damian: *muffled noise through the phone*

N: that'll be him telling us to shut up. But you can see why I asked you to close the curtains.

Damian: fascinating. I shall take this under advisement.

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B, exhausted after a long day of board meetings as Brucie: *moody silence*

Gordon: Batman, how's it going?

B: *glower* *drawn out grunt*

Gordon: that bad, huh?

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Supes, during a briefing: I believe it would be best if we attacked from the north, we've enough flying members to crest the mountains and ambush then that way - Batman?

B: *quiet grumble, with pointer fingers moving in semicircles*

Supes: ah, I see. You're right, we'd be too visible if the sun rose behind them*turns to see the other members standing behind him* what?

Flash, bowing at the waist, palms together over his head: teach me your ways, oh mighty bat-speaker.

If Ingo be ice king, then who Lady Sneasler be?

Sneasler would def just be hanging out on the mountain with him making sure Ingo doesn't die/terrorize others because she thinks he's funny to watch like a little bug

IC RP - The Machine (ooo spooky)

Gloria ran into the room, clearly excited for what she hoped was an actual challenge. She didn't really think any of this through, but she was here now, behind the (presumably) team leader.

"You!! Battle!! Now!!" She said, pointing at the (assumed) team leader.

@teamsunbeamofficial

hey! its been a while since i last requested (ive been busy), and i loved what you wrote for skittles with the anxious s/o! you wrote it really well imo. is it alright if you write something for skittles with an s/o who really likes to bake?

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Hey there! Welcome back! It's more than alright! Baking is a good and lovely hobby, and I think Skittles would love nothing more than to join you on your endeavours!

Skittles with an S/O who Likes to Bake

I could honestly see Skittles loving to bake himself. Sure, he might not always have the ingredients for that sort of thing, but when he does, he loves to bake a cake, some cookies, some cupcakes. You name it, he’ll likely make it for you. It’s among his favourite pastime activities since no one ever expects some baked goods from anyone. Loves handing those sweets goods out to anyone willing to eat them, or to anyone who seems like they might need some good cheering up. Ergo he loves you loving to bake. Will always join you when he’s not out and about. And even if he’s not home, he’ll call you and ask you if you could kindly wait for him so that you both can indulge in your hobby together. Despite being such a kind grunt, he’s still fairly strong, so if you can’t stir the dough by yourself then he’ll gladly do it. Since he’s a very chatty grunt you can count on him to make some small talk the entire time. Maybe your conversation will derail into something more proper as well, though. Like the time Hank tried his cupcakes and said they were good! He just loves talking to you and will do so any chance he can get. If you’re not low on flour then he might play around and put some on your face just to mess around with you. Although he loves baking, it should be fun as well, in his eyes. Has probably tried to drink a drop or two of vanilla extract before and wasn’t a big fan. However, when you put your creation in the oven and wait for it to finish, he might ask you for a dance in the kitchen. Skittles thinks it’s very romantic to dance in the kitchen together. Besides, it passes the time and you won’t be leaving the oven out of sight either. He’s not a bad dancer either, he knows a few moves. But it’s really all to just grow closer to you. Once your baked goods are done, he’ll take them out of the oven and let them cool. You will always be the first one to get a bit from them, though. You should be the first one to enjoy what you made together. Afterwards he’ll take a bite as well, but he just really wants to see you light up first before he does. Whether what you made will be handed out or not depends on whether or not you want to keep it for yourself or not. If you’re alright with sharing it, then Skittles would be more than happy to give his siblings a slice of your cake as well. Something this good should be shared with the world.

I just became an admin for a team and I have no idea what I should do I need advice

I'm not putting this in the queue. I'm not fucking around on this subject.

You need to quit. Run into the woods for a few months while you teach yourself to be a better person. And you need to do it as soon as fucking possible.

Your alternative is being a monster. And if you pick that I hope you fucking die.

" they can keep telling me to put the harvested organs in the basement freezer instead of the break room fridge. and i won't listen. "

Starter for @gcd-fcrsaken ~

{𝆕} Rest awhile, they're coming for you There's a price to be paid for the things that we do {𝆕}

A rainy day. Just what Emmet needed. Retreating into the lowest level to check on the machinery and avoid the sound that seemed to bring the worst of the memories, Emmet had to stay most of the evening and the night, unable to physically go out when the weather had been like that. Ingo would know why he hadn’t come home, so there was no need to worry about letting him know. And terrorizing Volo with awful, ugly plushie pictures had been entertaining enough to calm the storm raging inside of him.

The awful pitter-patter of the rain had stopped, after midnight, Emmet would assume. Taking the necessary precautions and closing up the station for the night, he proceeded to take his usual route back home. His mind was still hung up on what Volo was up to–-all the glimpses into Volo’s interactions with others were scattered. Hardly made any sense. Two sets of steps, the smell of petrichor, and the nightlights reflected on the ground like the brush strokes of a painter were captivating, but never enough for Emmet to like the cloudy skies. All he wanted now was to get himself home and wake Ingo up just to grumble, if his night owl twin even slept. The steps drew near.

A Pokemon cry, the chatter of a critter, snapped his attention away from the familiar sound of two sets of steps. It was late, very late, for there to be any battles taking place. However, his curiosity piqued, he focused on the source and found himself following the tracks to the alleyway. Joltiks usually liked following him around, and it sounded very close. A scoff leaving his lips, he could almost recognize where he stood, one of many places he had kicked the hornet’s nest when Ingo had been away, and Emmet needed answers. A battle had taken place in that very alleyway, back then.

A hand reached out of the shadows.

Emmet threw himself away in time to dodge. Looking back. Seeing the figure in black closing his way. Ingo? No. Ingo was home. But steps. The presence ever since he left the station–... Behind Emmet stood a dead-end. He reached for his belt—to get one of the stationed Poke Balls to counter— but he felt psychic used on him to restrain before he could act.

“Let’s make this quick, Subway Boss,” the cold voice cut the silence. Emmet hitched his breath, eyes widened.

There had been two. It was just their standard operating procedure. Unaware. Too occupied. Too occupied to notice—

Silver eyes could only watch the knife drawn close to him. Pressed to his throat. Time stopped.

I hope you know everytime I make a new Tumblr post I feel like I’m going to be condemned for something 😭😭😭

*In the Normandy Mess Hall*

Shepard: All right boys, I'm heading out.

Thane, drinking tea: Where are you going, Siha?

Shepard: To either get Ice Cream or Commit a Murder, I'll decide when we get there.

Thane: ...this has to do with the mint chocolate chip shortage, doesn't it?

Kaidan, popping out from medbay: Is it back in stock? Can I come with?

Grunt, running down the hallway: THERE WILL BE MINT CHOCOLATE CHIPS THIS DAY?!

Garrus, still calibrating: Spirits, you people and your flavored cow lactate.

“ rocket….. ”

teenage girls who giggle when they’re self-conscious are some of the absolute most charming human beings on the entire fucking planet

we need halloween carols

Most of Flare is handpicked. You hurt them, you face extreme consequences.

"ike!" she gasps in surprise, especially so over the physical body he now accompanies. no longer is a he nothing more than a ghost accompanying her in battle, nor a ring to keep her mind at ease in the blistering hot deserts of solm, but rather... a whole human! "when did you... how!? you should have said you would be here like this before you left the ring back at solm!" and its then that she gives him a hug, their height difference making it a rather... funny looking scenario without any context. "oh man! now we can eat all the meat in the world together! this is so exciting!" she says as she pulls apart from him. "you wanna go hunting like good ol times back in solm?"

Ike was not a man who often indulged in physical contact outside of training and combat.

He got by fine with the occasionally shoulder touch, maybe a nice hearty high five on special occasions. It's not that he disliked it, he just wasn't a touchy guy. He was especially not keen on random hug ambushes from crazy people who seemed to somehow know who he was despite being very far from home. She even knew he loved meat! Which, granted, wasn't exactly classified information but still. The over familiarity of this stranger was ringing alarm bells in his head, so he couldn't be blamed for his gruff response.

"Who the hell are you and how do you know who I am?"