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Jason merely watched as Bart took his cigarette, leaning back slightly on his log and folding his arms across his chest, the shadows falling just across his face, eyes shining in the firelight. He wondered how this would go, but he made no move to stop what he was sure would be a train wreck. The kid clearly had no idea what he was doing, if the way he studied and then sniffed the cigarette said anything. The knowledge had a smirk toying at the corner of Jason’s lips, but still he remained silent, Dick’s voice murmuring on in the back of his focus, a distant sort of rolling that somehow both relaxed and made him more anxious. 

It happened then, almost exactly as Jason had thought it would. Bart brought the cigarette’s filter to his lips and inhaled, but more deeply than Jason had really thought he’d make it before the kid had doubled over, nearly puking as he coughed up both his lungs. Jason said nothing still, his smirk widening for less than a second though he didn’t laugh, soon relaxing into another teasing little look, humming faintly under his breath. 

Bart was struggling, having a hard enough time of it that even Jason nearly took pity on him and got him a drink, but he stayed seated. Bart assured Dick he was fine, and Jason believed him. It wasn’t like one drag would kill him, he figured. One drag had killed Jason’s cigarette though, ground into the dirt beneath Drake’s shoe, so Jason easily fished his pack and lighter back out, replacing it before the kid stopped hacking.

Once Bart had soothed Dick into shutting up and continuing his story, Bart turned his gaze back to the strange hand, waiting for him to say or do something, anything. When he did, it wasn’t what Jason expected but still made him snort. 

“Practice makes perfect, kid,” Jason claimed, his smirk turning wide, sharp and dangerous for a moment before settling again. He made a bit of a show of taking a slow drag from his new smoke, gaze locked on the new kid’s and never breaking even as he slowly blew the smoke back out, another flash of teeth offered. “Glad it definitely wasn’t totally horrible,” he repeated, only to flick his gaze to the annoyed Tim. “What’s wrong, kid? Disappointed you weren’t the one I offered it to?” he asked, keeping the same easy tone, light and clearly goading at the other. 

Rather than wait on an answer proper though, Jason blew out a sigh, glancing around once more. “Well, I think I’m finished here,” he claimed, despite the campers not having been dismissed. “You kids sticking around? You seemed to be loving the attention earlier,” he teased, looking at Bart again.

Bart was relieved that Jason didn’t seem mad at him for wasting his cigarette. He could still feel his throat burning a bit. He simply stared as Jason, grinning like a shark, took a long pull from a new one, and tried not to look as disgusted as he felt. He had no intention of ever trying that again, that was for sure. Jason could keep his cigarettes. 

Bart didn’t appreciate being called ‘kid’ by anyone, especially not someone who was barely older than himself. Tim and Conner seemed just as annoyed as well. Especially Tim, who just rolled his eyes when Jason tried to goad him. “What a dick.” He heard Conner whisper to Tim, blatantly glaring at Jason. Honestly, Bart couldn’t bring himself to argue in this particular case. He liked Conner and Tim. Although he hadn’t known them long at all, he felt that they were his friends, and, like Conner, he immediately bristled at Jason’s teasing. So when Jason announced that he was leaving and invited them to come with, Bart hesitated. He didn’t really want to leave. Despite his queasiness, he still had an appetite for at least 3 more s’mores. What could he say? Sweets were his weakness. But Conner spoke for all of them before Bart could say anything.

“Seems like you’re the one who loves attention if you ask me.” Conner replied curtly, apparently unable to keep quiet any longer. If the comment towards Tim hadn’t pissed him off before, it seemed that the dig at Bart was the last straw. “Or is there another reason why you can’t seem to help causing a scene everywhere you go?” Conner jibed at Jason, crossing his arms. “Get lost already. We all know you’re too cool to be here anyway.”  

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“Flash War” Sounds Like a Terrible Idea

At NYCC, DC announced “Flash War” will spin out of “Metal” next year. DC and Joshua Williamson are promising that it will settle once and for all “who’s the best Flash.” It starts in January 2018’s Flash Annual #1 and runs through Flash #46.

I really want this to be a joke, because it’s the last thing the fandom needs. We’ve been through it before, and it basically broke the fandom.

In the 1990s and early 2000s, Flash fans mostly got along. Whether your favorite was Barry Allen, Wally West, or Jay Garrick, or you liked Bart Allen as Impulse. It wasn’t perfect, and Barry’s fans missed him terribly, but at least DC treated the character with respect, and fan disagreements never reached the level of, say, Green Lantern fandom, which had been fractured by Emerald Twilight.

Then Infinite Crisis happened in 2006. Wally vanished mysteriously, and Bart was aged up to an adult to take over as Flash.

Wally’s fans hated that he was gone. Bart’s fans hated that he was being handled wrong. Barry’s fans hated that he wasn’t back. Fans on a very creator-friendly message board hounded the writers of the book until they went offline, back when that sort of thing was unusual.

For the next few years, DC kept changing direction, satisfying nobody in the fan base. They killed Bart, teased Barry’s return again but brought back Wally instead, gave Wally superpowered kids to share the book with…

Then Flash: Rebirth hit in 2009. Of course, Rebirth wasn’t just about bringing Barry back (along with Bart, Max, and Jesse Quick)… it was about insisting that Barry was the best. (They literally made every speedster in the DCU except for Thawne dependent on Barry.) And the places we were told we’d see Wally and Bart starring were scrapped, cancelled and revamped. Flashpoint, the first (and still only) big Flash-centric event, killed Wally off unpowered in a sidestory, and he vanished completely in the New 52. Post-Flashpoint Bart was unrecognizable. Jay was MIA for a year.

Now, a decade after Infinite Crisis and half a decade after Flashpoint, we’re finally at the point where Barry, Wally and Jay all have at least some presence and respect, though Bart’s missing again. Barry, Wally, Jay and Jesse are all heroes on TV. Barry’s appearing in movies, and Bart will be in the upcoming Young Justice revival. Barry and two versions of Wally all appear regularly in comics. Jay’s been hinted at, and unlike the carrots dangled re: Barry & Wally in the past, we have reason to believe they’ll follow through with Jay.

So why the hell would we want a “Flash War” to settle “Who’s the best Flash” and dredge all that up again?

Your favorite Flash, my favorite Flash, those are matters of taste. “Who’s the best” shouldn’t be legislated and made canon.

Adapted from this Tweetstorm.

– Kelson.

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17. On multi-muse blogs.

I must admit that I find many multi-muse blogs confusing because sometimes they aren’t very well-organized and I can’t follow what’s happening on them very easily. However, I know many multi-muse blogs that are spectacularly organized and have a whole myriad of awesome muses! One that comes immediately to mind is the wonderful @thechildrenoflores! I’ve only roleplayed with one of her muses, but I read her other threads frequently and I think all of her muses are great! Mostly OC’s and very well thought-out and the layout of her blog isn’t overwhelming at all. Just good stuff:)

I personally don’t think that I myself could manage a multi-muse blog, even if I really wanted to. I just don’t have the organization skills to do it or the time to dedicate to more than one muse. However, I’ve always fancied the idea of making a multi-muse blog made up solely of Flash rogues! I think that would be fun and neat:)

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20. On ‘popular’ blogs.

Good popular blogs are great! As long as they don’t cause unnecessary drama and are run by kind people who also encourage kindness, then I support any blog wholeheartedly. 

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" Bart hold on- i'm not- BART I'm not DYING It's jus' a gash! "

“I’m sorry!��� Bart apologized, doing nothing to lower his voice or his hysterical tone. “It’s just- oh my god- that'salotofblood,” he babbled, hands flitting anxiously around Ciryke. He wanted to help but didn’t want to hurt her any further. Bart’s quick healing made him overestimate the severity of wounds on regular people- who oftentimes seemed to bleed so much and for so long that he was completely baffled by how they could stand it without passing out. But even so, the “gash” on Ciryke’s leg still looked pretty bad to him. It was pouring bright red and wasn’t clotting at all. “I think we should get you to a hospital.” He said, taking off his t-shirt and making to try to stop the bleeding.

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bluepulse week: day 5 - power swap au

this was my favorite prompt tbh ! designing both of their looks was so fun ! i also kinda thought of some hcs for this au:

-jaime reyes, normal el paso teenager and intern to ted kord whos life takes a turn when hes struck by a bolt of speedforce lightning, becoming THE LIGHTNING BUG !

-bart allen, a reach infiltrator from the future who went rogue and came back in time to stop the invasion before it ever began

-bart is still barrys grandson (bc why wouldnt he be), and since jaime is a speedster hes barrys protege. thats how they meet in the au !

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6. On ‘burnbookisms’/anti-blogs.

I have a very strict ‘no hate’ policy on my blog. I’m not here for that, and I like to think that most other people aren’t either. Venting is one thing, but it can easily turn personal and cause a lot of problems. If hate (ideally) has no place in real-life society, then I don’t think it should be any different in the roleplay community here on tumblr. Hate is never productive, but kindness always is! 

TLDR: I don’t like bullies and I don’t agree with blogs that thrive on hatred. I always try to encourage my followers and myself to uphold a basic standard of kindness and compassion, and I will never support any kind of blog that doesn’t do the same. Be nice, folks! It’s as simple as that!

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16. On roleplaying in general.

I think roleplaying is AWESOME! For me, it’s one of the things that I like to do to have fun and relax. I also think it has really helped to improve my writing skills, so that’s a great bonus! I’ve found the tumblr roleplaying community to be one of the kindest and most supportive communities online. I’ve made some friends here that have changed my life for the better in so many ways, and I hope I’ve changed theirs too. One of my favorite things about roleplaying is learning about the muns through their muses. I really like when I’m reading and I can see a bit of a mun’s personality in their muse and vice versa. In some cases, I feel like the mun and muse become the same person, haha! It’s kind of like when you spend a lot of time with your friends and you all begin to pick up each others’ quirks and idiosyncrasies. And it makes sense that that would happen- after all, when we roleplay we spend a lot of time in our muses’ heads, so picking up some of their traits is bound to happen. I know I’ve definitely picked up a few of Bart’s and he’s certainly picked up a few of mine. At this point, I sometimes feel like writing him is like hanging out with a friend. 

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3. On smut.

I’m very particular about writing smut, I’ll be honest. It’s not something that I end up writing too often because Bart is usually pretty young when I write him and he’s not typically a very sexual character anyway. If I’m writing anything nsfw with him, it’s always in a thread where he’s at or past the age of 17. As impulsive as Bart is, I don’t see him as the type to sleep around a bunch or to sleep with anyone that he doesn’t know extremely well. As a mun, I never like to write smut that isn’t planned. If we’re gonna write smut together, you can bet we’re gonna talk about it in detail and make sure we’re both okay with it before any replies end up on my blog. Smut can be fun when the story calls for it and I think it can add a lot to a story, but I also think that because of its sensitive nature that it needs to be treated with a certain kind of care. I’m not one of those people who can write pages and pages of smut forever. I personally find that I get bored with it very quickly and I would rather move onto the next part of the plot. However, I recognize that it’s something that many muns like to write and I am always willing to indulge my partners as long as we’re both on the same page and having fun together.

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8. On positivity.

DID SOMEONE SAY POSITIVITY?! I AM SO DOWN FOR THAT!!! YES!!! ALWAYS YES!!!

👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷ��💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

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19. On icon/gif/image use. 

I admit I don’t use them very much- usually not unless my partner starts using them first. It’s not that I don’t like them or anything, I’m just lazy lol! I enjoy seeing them on my dash, though! I think that they can really help add a certain tone to your replies that might otherwise be hard to communicate without a visual. For instance, @perfectedrobin has about a billion sneery icons of Damian, and I love it because I just hear his little sneery, condescending voice when I read those replies and that’s just kinda great, y’know?

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1. On formatting.

I’m not the kind of person who has the sense of style or the patience to format my replies. But oh my gosh, I sure do admire the people who do! I’ll never deny that it looks awesome! In particular, I’ve always thought that @perfectedrobin and @elextrospeed are great formatters. Everything they write always looks so nice and neat! *swoons*

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Mun Views

A quick warning. These views may be unpopular, or controversial, but they are subjective.

1. On formatting.

2. On OCs.

3. On smut.

4. On your fandom.

5. On exclusivity.

6. On 'burnbookisms'/anti-blogs.

7. On hate.

8. On positivity.

9. On OOC posts.

10. On URLs.

11. On your character.

12. On your own writing.

13. On following back.

14. On one-liners.

15. On tumblr.

16. On roleplaying in general.

extra: 17. On multi-muse blogs.

18. On side blogs.

19. On icon/gif/image use.

20. On 'popular' blogs.

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literature  quizzes  .    repost  with  your  muse’s  results  for  the  following  quizzes  .

HOMERIC EPITHET!  /   You are swift-footed. This is the same epithet Homer used to describe Achilles roughly eight thousand times over the course of The Iliad and even a few times in The Odyssey. (You’ll remember “swift-footed” Achilles as that guy who took an arrow to the ankle during the Trojan War and died. Good luck with that.)

FATAL FLAW! /    You’re an idealist in a cruel, callous world. You want the world to be good. Here’s the problem: it’s usually not. At best it’s subpar. At worst it’s a nightmare void, and your naiveté is simply a plot device used to emphasize this point. Your inability to accept the world’s present darkness will lead to your untimely downfall, but not before your dewy-eyed idealism and rosy visions of utopia erode away. You will become a shell of your former self. Sorry about that. Yikes

GREEK MYTHOLOGY DEATH! /      Murdered by accident, in Achilles’ armor. One day, during the Trojan War, Achilles decides to just up and quit. He’s the greatest warrior apparently ever, so this is something of an issue. You can’t bear to watch men die in battle for Achilles’ pride, so you don his armor yourself and lead his men into battle. Everyone thinks you are Achilles, and morale is high. You die, however, because somewhere in there you remember that you’re actually terrible at fighting. Silver lining: Achilles avenges your death something FIERCE. So that’s something.

LITERARY SETTING! /     You got Gatsby’s mansion! This larger-than-life crib is the perfect place for a party animal like yourself. It’s located on the Long Island Sound (ideal for swimming, lounging, obsessively staring across the water with a LaCroix in your hand and unattainable fantasies on your mind, etc.), but it’s also just a train ride away from New York City (city of dreams and $1 pizza). But let’s not forget the best part: it’s got a library that’ll make you wanna grab a fluffy blanket and a chai latte and literally never see the light of day again.

TAGGED BY STOLEN FROM /   @alwaysxlate

TAGGING /   @dementedspeedster @littlepxychic @elextrospeed @baptizedinred @thechildrenoflores & anyone else who wants to do it!

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scarabfused:

> EXECUTE open(for established jl members);

What Jaime was asked by a member of the League to join them on a mission, he expected, action, adventure, and the chance to prove himself.

He didn’t expect to be breaking down crying while a small army of Hive forces swarmed around them. Thankfully, he was situated behind a metal crate away from the action.

He didn’t know why he was crying – the suit absorbed his tears so all that was indicating was ragged breathing – but perhaps it was the fact that he was completely overwhelmed with emotion and input. His armor was impenetrable but he was still extremely inexperienced and put in a life-threatening situation; it wasn’t a great place to be.

He looked up when someone approached, attempting to wipe away tears, despite them being behind the armor, and tried to compose himself.

     “  I’m sorry I’m not able to do more. I wouldn’t have accepted the offer if I knew this would happen. ”

Bart braced himself for impact as he pelted towards a black and yellow-suited Hive thug- one of the many dozens crowding the cavern. Technically, he wasn’t even supposed to be here. However, he’d invited himself along on this mission once he’d learned that Jaime was going. He had his own mission, after all- and that mission was to make sure that Blue Beetle didn’t doom humanity. 

Bart twisted his shoulders and side-rammed the thug in front of him, sending him flying across the room where he slammed into a tower of wooden crates which then toppled down, spilling their contents everywhere. Green Arrow, Hawkgirl, Black Lightning and Superman were wreaking havoc on the facility around him, making it difficult to see through the smoke and dust. He zipped out of the way of oncoming laser-gunfire and tripped another Hive-grunt that tried to grab him. He paused for a microsecond to look around and realized that he’d lost sight of Jaime. “Impulse?!” He heard an shout from behind him and turned around just in time to see Superman rip the artillery guns off one of the giant robots roaming the room and bend them into useless metal pretzels. Crap. He’d been spotted.

“What are you doing here?” Superman questioned, floating towards him with an expression that Bart typically was used to seeing on Batman’s face. “If my memory serves me right, you weren’t assigned to this mission.” He said sternly. The world had slowed to a stop around them. To anyone without the ability to move at superspeed, they simply looked like blurs and probably sounded like an Alvin and the Chipmunks CD on fast-forward as they talked. “Hey, Supes!” Bart greeted him back cheerfully, trying to play it cool. “I just thought you guys could use an extra hand, y’know? Blue got to come, so I figured I’d tag along to even out the color scheme. Besides, I’d hate to miss out on all the fun!”

Superman narrowed his eyes, clearly unimpressed. “We’re not here for fun, we’re here to capture the-”

“Top-secret plans for Hive’s new subterranean battle station, yeah I know!” Bart interrupted him. “Fun!” Superman didn’t respond, but glared for a moment longer before something inside him must’ve given way and he shook his head.

“Just- retreat to a safe distance outside and wait for us, alright? We will be discussing this later.” He said in a tone that offered no room for argument.

“Aye-aye, Captain!” Bart replied with a grin, giving Superman a salute as the Leaguer dove back into the fray. 

Well, I guess I can consider myself on Superman’s blacklist for the rest of forever. Bart thought nonchalantly to himself as he turned back to the battle. He had bigger things to worry about and no intention whatsoever of retreating as he’d been instructed to do. “Blue?” He called, twirling on the spot as chaos continued to ensue around him. Time to play ‘find-the-bug.’

A super-speedy search of the immediate area quickly led him to his armored friend who was- crouched behind a metal crate and cowering for dear life? That wasn’t at all what he expected to see. 

“Blue?” Bart said, crouching next to Jaime and putting a hand on his shoulder. “You okay?” He listened as Jaime spoke. He could feel his shoulders shaking beneath his fingers. 

“Hey,” Bart said, immediately recognizing shock for what it was and trying to get Jaime to focus on him. “Look at me, alright? I might be new around here, but I know you well enough to know that you can do this. I know you can!” He told him, forgetting for the moment that he was talking to the guy that might one day take over the planet. Right now, like Bart himself, Jaime was still just a kid. And he was scared. So Bart didn’t even have to think to reassure him. He just did what many others had done for him before, and told him what he needed to hear. “Look, there’s a lot of Hive guys in there. And there’s bombs and lasers and giant robots and all kinds of insane stuff going on. Superman and the League are really strong, but they still need your help. Our help. We can’t let them down, right?” He said, looking Jaime in the eyes.

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No Battles Before Breakfast

Bart awoke to the smell of something burning. His pillow, to be exact. Fortunately, this was a regular enough occurrence that he knew exactly how to deal with it. “Skip, water gun...” He grumbled drowsily. Skipper, Bart’s buizel and long-time friend, squeaked sleepily from his nest of blankets on the floor and aimed a perfect shot at Bart’s pillow- soaking both him and the Cyndaquil sleeping next to him. Iggy (the Cyndaquil in question) chirped his displeasure, rousing enough to shake the water off of his fur. Bart wiped his sodden bangs out of his eyes and laughed a little, petting Iggy’s bristly fur. “Sorry, Ig- I think you were sleep-burning again.” Bart told him gently, brushing a hand over the small burn mark on his pillow. Sometimes when Iggy dreamed, he would subconsciously start up his flames and char everything around him. “It’s okay, no harm done.” Bart assured him, scratching Iggy’s head before stretching with a yawn. He knew Iggy didn’t mean any harm, and Skipper was always there to dowse the flames anyway, so no one had ever been in any real danger. 

Bart rubbed the sand from his eyes and glanced at the empty space on the bed next to him. Jason was already up, then. This was often the case. Jason somehow managed to fall asleep after Bart and still get up before him too. Bart paused for a moment, listening for the sounds of his boyfriend moving around the apartment. He couldn’t hear him, but he could hear the coffee maker percolating in the kitchen. “Why don’t you go help Jason with breakfast?” He said to Iggy, patting the pokémon affectionately before rising from the bed. Iggy trilled a sleepy, but pleased noise of acquiescence, taking a moment to stretch before jumping off the bed and waddling to the kitchen. “Thanks for the save, Skip.” Bart grinned, crouching next to the buizel on the floor and stroking his soft fur. Skipper purred, squeaking happily and curling up once more in his bed as Bart stood and ambled to the bathroom. He stepped carefully over the sprawled (and snoring) forms of Spike and Trike, his Jolteon and Mightyena on the way out. Normally he wouldn’t wait to shower before heading to breakfast but since he was wet already anyway, he decided he might as well finish the job. 

After a quick shower, Bart swiped his hand across the steam-fogged mirror to shave. He wet the razor and brought it to his cheek only to jump back with a startled cry. The face in the mirror wasn’t his own. Well, it was- but only if he’d somehow managed to age about sixty years over night! Wrinkled skin, wispy balding hair, and a long white beard made him look just like the framed and faded pictures of his great-great-grandfather that he’d once seen at Barry and Iris’ house. “What the-?” He whimpered, reaching up to grab at his beard, but his reflection didn’t follow him. Instead, the mirror-Bart grinned wickedly and stuck out an impossibly long tongue that popped right out of the glass and blew a raspberry in his face. 

“KASTER!” Bart shouted, a bit indignant but mostly relieved. Kaster, Jason’s Haunter, phased the rest of the way through the mirror, reassuming its true form and cackling all the way. Bart felt foolish. He should’ve known. The mischievous pokémon had a habit of pranking him. They were mostly harmless jokes meant to give him a start, and Bart was a good enough sport that he usually laughed it off. After all, it was all in good fun. However, there was still something about the Haunter that Bart found creepy. Plus, it was still early in the morning and Bart wasn’t quite in the mood for practical jokes yet- at least not before he had something to eat. “Okay, you got me good.” He admitted, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow at Kaster. “Now can I have some privacy please?” Kaster cackled once more, then obliged- making his exit directly through Bart and the bathroom door. Bart shuddered. It always gave him goosebumps whenever he did that.

A few minutes later Bart was dressed and making his way to the kitchen where he could smell pancakes and eggs cooking on the stovetop. He grinned wide as he turned the corner and announced his presence by singing the first few lines of “Hey, Good Lookin’” and peeking over Jason’s shoulder at the golden-brown circles of batter frying on the skillet. His mouth was watering already. Jason was the best cook Bart had ever known- a fact for which he always felt extremely lucky in the morning. When Bart was alone he’d just grab whatever he saw first in the fridge and cram it into his mouth on his way out the door, but Jason never did that. He always took the time to cook something good for both of them, and that always made every meal feel special to Bart. Iggy looked up at Bart from where he was crouched comfortably on an unused burner and purred. Bart could see the gentle waves of heat rolling off of him and onto the stack of already-made pancakes that were piled high on a plate next to him. Who needed a plate-warmer when you had pokémon?

Jason seemed focussed on what he was doing, so Bart wrapped his arms around his waist from behind in a long hug, murmuring a ‘good morning’ into his shoulder before pressing a quick kiss to the side of his neck. As he leaned close, Fara, Bart’s Emolga, rose from her nest in Jason’s hair and jumped nimbly onto Bart’s head. He reached up to give her ears a quick scratch and stepped back, turning to the coffee maker and grabbing the full mug that was already waiting for him. He knew it was his and not Jason’s because it had so much cream that it was practically white in color and when he tasted it the copious amounts of sugar would probably have given anyone else instantaneous diabetes. But to Bart, it was perfect. 

Jason’s Umbreon, Embry, regarded Bart keenly from her post on the countertop near Jason’s elbow. She bent her head to nose gently at Jason’s mug, which Bart could see from here was more empty than it was full. Taking the hint, he lifted the coffee pot from its warming bed and refilled Jason’s mug. He stroked Embry’s head a couple of times to say thank you before leaning back against the counter to watch Jason cook. “How long have you been up? Did you get home early enough to sleep?” He asked, stifling a yawn and taking another sip of his coffee. He saw Luxa, his Luxray, poke her head through the kitchen doorway, her yellow eyes wide and alert despite the early hour. He watched as she settled on the mat and licked her paw, apparently at ease with the status of the situation.  

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