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This.

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Inspired by. Yknow. Current events

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I’ve been getting into Ace Attorney! Scene from Farewell My Turnabout (no spoilers tho pls, I haven’t finished the case yet)

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Under your gaze and in your mind, am I truly that captivating?

Bonus:

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wait let me get on this level

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absolutely obsessed with Jason and Tim being the family psychologists that spend 90% of their time together just getting into long debates and discussions about the personalities and mental issues of everybody in the family. they will meet up at Jason’s apartment twice a week for takeout and a 2 hour conversation on how Damian might be so obsessed with the Robin mantle because the dynamics of the league make him think that family should be a business and if he cant work as a vigilante he’ll be abandoned. every stakeout they do together ends up with them getting distracted talking about Dick and his obsession with red heads. they’ve let multiple people go during these stakeouts bcs they’ve gotten side tracked when they then start discussing if Jason’s childhood issues and strained relationship with Dick somehow influenced HIM to befriending Dick’s old pals so often, and they get so fascinatingly into it that the guy they were waiting for just. slipped right by them.

nothing is off limits between these two when they start talking about mental health and family issues. they’ll compare Tim’s abandonment-independence from the Drakes to Jason’s caretaker habits from his dug addicted mother. there have been 3 hour phone call conversations about the loa and how it fucked with Jason’s perception of Bruce that then get turned into 4 hour face to face discussions about how Tim’s opinion of Bruce rapidly declined because of Jason’s death and how he handled it. they rehash how Bruce has effected every single bat child about 12 times and they still never get tired of it.

it’s not even about therapy or coming to terms with trauma. these two bitches just love dissecting family drama and psychology within the Waynes. every now and then during dinner somebody will make a fairly casual remark that has nothing to do with anything and Jason and Tim will make eye contact across the table because they KNOW they’ll be tearing that apart at a later date. what I’m saying is english-enthusiast Jason Todd and stalker-genius Timothy Drake are 100% the gossip scientists of the family, and the Waynes are their lab rats being observed for their own entertainment

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jut found this random kingdom hearts edit and???

like DAMN OKAY???

what is this gay DRAMA???

i’m so invested but i’ve never played the games in my LIFE someone come tell me what this is all about

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Joanne the plot of the book series which is the only reason you have any worth whatsoever hinges on the transformative power of unconditional love

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the number of spacecraft failures recently has been absolutely insane and it all comes down to tech bros barging into the industry going "it's not that hard wtf is nasa so bad" and then completely skipping out on any testing

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Vetalamierda

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If that last writing spot is still open, may I perhaps request some delicious Jazzprowl for my soul? It starts as some innocent cuddles, then a whole friggin tickle war breaks out between them. Whoever wins is up to you:)

yeaass of coarse :3

If You Insist..

Switches: Jazz, Prowl

"Just how long are you planning on holding me like this? We can't stay in the berth all day," A drowsy voice poke, breaking the minute humming and purring of engines. He and Jazz had been cuddling in the berth since the wee hours of the morning since the latter had a nightmare prior to this.

Jazz merely huffed outwards--barely a response. Prowl rolled his optics, bringing a servo up to cradle and pet Jazz's helm. The gentle purring of the bot's engine grew louder.

"It couldn't have been that bad, now. You hardly ever cling to me like this," Prowl paused his petting, and the purring ceased with it. Jazz stayed still as stone, not even his spark was whirring.

This wasn't good. Jazz was hardly ever quiet like this. It was clear that this nightmare has rocked him down to his very spark. Prowl was unsure what to do, as he wasn't the best at comforting.

Until it hit him. There was a 27% probability that it would work, but it was worth a shot. His servo slipped down and digits began to wiggle at the other mech's neck cables. This elicited a short snort from Jazz, but nothing more.

Ah, that's right. Jazz never tended to react much to spots that were anywhere other than his worst spot, which so happened to be on his back. But Prowl couldn't just go for the kill, he had to drag it out at least a little.

"Prohowl-" Jazz giggled out, scrunching up his shoulders and trying to get away from the feathery sensation.

"What are you laughing about? I didn't say anything funny," Prowl feigned a scoff while his digits brushed under Jazz's jawstrut. A short purr accompanied by a snicker left the other mech's frame.

"Stahap!- ehehe!" Jazz protested, though lifting his helm a little more. Prowl couldn't help but break into a faint smile.

"I'm not doing anything, dear. I'm merely coddling you," Prowl lied. His servo moved yet again, this time feathering just underneath his conjunx's audial horn.

"You're tickling mehehe!" Jazz giggled out, burying his helm further into Prowl's chassis.

"I'm doing nothing of the sort. It's not my fault you're so ticklish," Prowl let out a false scoff and started to brush his digit along the seam of Jazz's back kibble. The other mech let out a squeak and tried his best to curl away from the touch.

"You're dohoing it on puhurpose!" Jazz kicked his pedes and scrunched up as best he could. Prowl merely moved his servo away and feathered at his sides. Jazz was quick to cover his intake to stifle his giggling.

"Oh don't hide now, Rust Stick. I haven't even gotten to the best part yet," Prowl gave him a subtle grin , servos snaking towards Jazz's back plating. His digits hovered just over a spot he knew Jazz liked the most.

"EHEEK! Prohowl I knohow what you're doihihing-" Jazz squeaked out.

Prowl merely shrugged in response. "Still not sure what you're talking about," His servos began to lower down onto Jazz back plating, just barely grazing the surface of the metal. Jazz was already slightly kicking his pedes.

"Cohome on Prowler! If you're gonna tickle me, at least be nice about it!" The mech squeaked. Prowl merely smirked.

"You want me to be nice? Sure then, Jazz," He moved his servos onto Jazz's back plating, leaving his digits there. But he didn't move them in the slightest, just kept them rested there. Jazz nearly whined at him.

"What's the matter, Jazz. You wanted me to be nice, right?" Prowl teased. Periodically, the mech would gently circle his pointer digits over Jazz's plating.

"You're beheing the opposite of nihice!!" Jazz protested while reaching up to pinch at Prowl's chevron/horns. Prowl snorted in response and started to scribble his fingers over Jazz's back kibble.

"Oh so you want to play like that? Then you better be prepared," Prowl snickered while his conjunx burst into little giggles. Jazz squirmed around frantically, making sure to keep his servos on Prowl's chevron. Prowl tried his best not to snort while he squeezed where Jazz's ribs would be.

"STAHAHAP- NAHAT THERE PLEHEASE!" Jazz squealed, his digits pinching at Prowl's chevron yet again.

"Pff- Cahan't handle a little tickling, Jazz? I thought you weren't nearly as ticklish as the other bots," Prowl mused. Jazz buried his face in Prowl's neck cables and started to gnaw on one of them. Prowl let out a yelp before absolutely melting into laughter. Jazz took this opportunity to latch his servos under Prowl's arms and begin scribbling. His conjunx snorted under his breath and covered his intake.

Though it was muffled, Jazz's audial horns allowed him to hear his lover's sweet laughter from underneath his servo. It was light, shy almost. Everyone else may have found it weird, but to Jazz it was like a gentle melody that lovingly caressed his audials. It always made his spark spin all the more faster.

"How's that for a taste of your own medicine?" Jazz taunted, keeping his faceplate buried in Prowl's neck cables. Prowl scrunched on himself, trying to roll up like an isopod.

"No answer? I guess I'll just have to keep ticklin ya! Maybe I'll even knead your hips a little if you can hold out!" Jazz laughed.

By now, Prowl's faceplate was flushed a bright pink from the teasing. He was even starting to get ghost tickles!

"pfff!- ehehe- s- AHAHA!! STAHAP!!" Prowl squeaked out. Jazz ceased his movements and kissed along Prowl's jawstrut.

"That's one more tally for me! Seems like even when I'm down you can't beat me!" Jazz boasted.

"I'll get you next time," Prowl scoffed playfully.

"When's next time? 50 megacycles from now?"

"It's gonna be 5 kliks if you don't shut your intake," Prowl warned, which made Jazz giggle and snuggle up to him again.

"I love you, Prowl. Never forget that," Jazz whispered before drifting off again.

"......Yeah, I love you too, Jazz."

FIN

THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO WRITE EVERY WORD FELT LIKE THEY WERE BEING PEELED OFF MY BRAIN IM SO SORRY !! but its dooone its dooone :3333

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Jason should have come back to the manor post-lazarus pit and revealed himself as Jason Todd but not told the rest of the family that he’s also Red Hood. can you imagine how fucking funny that would be.

Nightwing: honestly! my family is fucking INSANE! i swear the only good one is my little brother, he died and came back and decided to ditch the vigilante life.

Red Hood: oh shit really?

Nightwing: honestly probably the smartest one out of all of us, he’s reading in bed while we’re all out here on stakeouts!

Red Hood: interesting. tell me more about how this brother is the best of all of you.

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Red Hood: so what are you guys getting the smart handsome not-vigilante brother for Christmas?

Nightwing, Red Robin, and Robin:

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Batman: now i need all of you to have an equal share in the clean up-

Red Hood: yeah sorry, you aren’t MY dad, so i’m gonna dip. have fun cleaning!

the funniest part is when Dick and Tim decide that since Red Hood and Jason are so similar and Red Hood CLEARLY seems to like what he hears about Jason, that they should try to set the two up.

Jason, calling Roy at 4am: i need you in Gotham within the next hour so you can dress up as Red Hood and we can pretend that I’m sleeping with myself.

Roy:

Roy: i’m gonna get caught sneaking out of your bedroom with lipstick on your helmet

Jason: this is gonna be the funniest thing we’ve ever done.

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"I tried so many years to make it comfortable for us; to have this family, but it was never enough. The only reason I have endured your constant insults and cruelty was for that girl to have a normal life." - Stolas S2 E1

"Also, son, you are destined to sire a precautionary addition to the Goetia family." - Paimon S2 E1

Some of you all are completely misunderstanding the second half, I am not downplaying the love Stolas has for Octavia, I am not saying that at all, what I am saying, is that Octavia is 100% going to think she was a 'obligation' when she finds out she was born to be a 'precautionary addition to the Goetia family'.