#siblings being siblings

[icantseepurple]

Tim and Damian moment inspired by interaction I had with a roommate:

[asmogorna]

I'm so tired rn bro I feel like I'm half alive bye

[millenni-em-tauk]

The second of two belated birthday comics for Mokuba!! <3

Siblings amirite. LITTLE BROTHERS AMIRITE

[batsgirll]

[avamedera]

Dick : When I was your age- Jason, mocking Dick : When I was your height. Dick : Dick : Listen here you little shit-

[daydreamerwonderkid]

Tim & Jason and Tim & Damian bonding moments in comics and fic are always so fucking funny to me.

It's literally the whole "Yeah, they did try to kill me at one point. But then we went on a few adventures together and found out that we share some things in common so I'm kinda over it now" trope, but like turned up to FULL MAX.

The thing they have in common is murder btw.

[deztryx]

Womp red kinsona :3

Blue misses his wife😔

I might add more details to him later ^^

[523rdrebel]

Good afternoon! I’m making rounds begging for fluff and kind of cherry picking the prompts with a bit of a giggle.

So if you would try this prompt - "sorry, that was my first kiss." "i could tell." "...." "i'm kidding!"

First I wanted to ask for someone like Tup or Echo. But I think I really kind of need Kix. Yup this prompt with it being Kix’s first.

Have a beautiful afternoon!

Thank you so much for the ask @sunshinesdaydream! I've never written for Kix before, so hopefully this is good.

Kix x Jedi Reader - First Kiss Prompt

SFW, I don't think there are any warnings needed

This drabble starts with Fives being a meddling sibling, there's some hurt/comfort involved, and lots of playful sarcasm and sass.

“You know, Fives, for an ARC Trooper, you’re getting pretty clumsy.” You regard him with a smirk.

Fives rushes towards you, racing down the station corridor at breakneck speed. You narrowly avoid a collision by directing a gentle force push to redirect his trajectory just to the left. He still stumbles a moment before recovering and skipping up to catch up to you. 

He mimes offense, placing one hand dramatically over his chest, “Don’t be like that vod’ika! You know I can’t see straight when surrounded by so many pretty people.”

You respond with a flat tone, “You should get that checked out…”

To your surprise, his face lights up at the suggestion, and you feel his hands on your shoulders, attempting to turn you towards the Medbay, “You’re right! I think I need to see Kix!” his eyes focus intently on your face for a moment before his smile widens even more, victory-“You blushed!”

You halt abruptly, hands flying to your cheeks, “--I didn’t!” 

“You did! Tup owes me 15 credits!” He laughs victorious and pumps a hand in the air.

You take a half-hearted swing at the back of his head, but Fives swiftly ducks, dodging your hand effortlessly. He laughs, nudging you with his elbow, "Don't be sore, I'm just trying to help out my vode."

"Trying to meddle is more like it…" you raise a suspicious eyebrow at him.

He shrugs, another shit-eating grin plastered on his face, "You say meiloorun, I say meilOHrun–"

You roll your eyes, "Literally nobody says that."

He ignores your sardonic reply, once again placing his hands on your shoulders and turning you slightly towards the Medbay. "Look, will you just go check on him? Kix has been on a rampage today and he's always softer with you." 

You find Kix in his small office just off the station Medbay. The lights were low, just the dull navigation lights around the base of the room still illuminated softly. Kix's shadowy form was hunched at his desk, head held in his hands, and he didn’t react to your entrance.

His pleading eyes were so pathetic your resolve was gone in an instant.  You sigh, mostly to hold up the facade that you weren't excited and enticed by the idea, "Fine. I'll check on him."

_

"Kix?" You called softly, careful to keep your steps light as you approached.

He groaned, "I'll be there in a few minutes." His voice sounded pained and tired.

"No you won't. You're taking the night off."

He finally looks up, taking a concerning amount of time to formulate a response. "I'm fine. It's just a headache. I'll live."

"Kix, headache or no, they can go one evening without you. You need to rest."

"You have too much faith in them-Ah!" He nearly doubles over, hands flying to press just above his temples.

"Thank you for proving my point-" You take that as permission and swiftly approach to stand just before where he sat at the desk. "Here, let me help." You reach forward, placing both hands on either side of his head. You begin massaging in soothing circular motions with your fingers, reaching out with the force to concentrate a cooling sensation at your fingertips.

Kix releases a contented sigh and you feel his hands reach up and pull you closer between his legs, gripping the back of your top in tight fists. His forehead rests on your chest and you hear a mumbled, "...meshla."

Your face and body is flushed and hot, but you keep massaging until you feel his body fully relax and his hands release their fists to hold you softly. Maybe it's the darkened privacy of the room, or the physical closeness, or the way Kix seemed to soften and melt in your arms but you were emboldened.

You pulled back, putting a breath of space between you, and Kix angled his face to regard yours. You leaned forward, your lips crashing into his and capturing his pleasant gasp with your tongue. It's a little awkward, and you try to adjust your angle to avoid crushing your nose against his. You feel a chuckle rumble in his chest, and his hands press into your back. He pulls you more fully against him, adjusting his angle to kiss you back more insistently, hungrily.

You break away, your cheeks flushed, and clear your throat, "Sorry, that was my first kiss."

"I could tell." Kix deadpans.

Your eyes widen and the sour feeling of embarrassment pooling in your belly.

He holds your gaze for a beat before laughing, "I'm kidding!" Then captures your lips once more in a deep, knee weakening kiss.

"You know… Maybe I could use some more practice." You whisper. Kix doesn't need a second invitation, and Fives’s collection of credit chits mysteriously increases.

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[soleil-in-retrograde]

@punkflame helped me realize this today:

Lesterpollo will eventually realize a huge perk of being mortal he did not consider before.

He can pray to Artemis.

Lesterpollo will then have a new way to annoy his sister he did not have before.

Artemis, on a Hunt, gets an intrusive thought of: O Sis, greatest of Sisters, Goddess of Sisterhood yaddayaddayadda, you are a captive audience now let me tell you about my hot date and the six hundred haikus I came up with over the last two days.

Artemis: SCREAMING BLOODY MURDER

[dasmores237]

I haven’t slept in 24 hours… Time to annoy my big sister!!

For context we were talking about Rayman

[i-am-confused-always]

Do y’all think that ancient siblings would look through books of demons and say to each other “Look, tis thou!” Because idk if siblings have changed at all

[tokimeki167]

Blackspy and his Foster sister Elma

[lord-of-the-cheesecake]

i SWEAR people picture bi-han as a cold sassy possessive pervert alpha ruler (i like it though *sweats) rather than an embodiment of annoying brother. like please i need bi han with soft spot on certain things and not just a pure walking red flag 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

[alexandia03]

Flashback time!

No update on the main thing, but until I do get the time to write the actual chapter... I think I will give you a little sneak peak every now and then.

Anyway, enjoy this little moment with Derik Tavis and Imogen Cardulo before the Battle of Aretia. I have a ton of ideas for Derik Tavis so get used to this lovable asshole (there is something special about these Tavis boys, damn!)

"You know your sister has been looking for you everywhere for the past..." He pretends to check his nonexistent watch. "... I'd say, three hours, but if you ask her, it has probably been 200 years. And who are we to contradict Captain Cardulo?"

I scoff at the use of my sister's new rank and turn my back to Derik, looking out at the commotion in the courtyard instead. "How angry is she?"

"Angry enough that I decided it was a good idea to make myself scarce before that vein in her forehead explodes right in my face. I'd say she is not above sending a search party for you." He shrugs, pushing me gently in the side with his boot to make me scoot over before he crouches next to me on the balcony. "So, what are we looking at aside from that sorry bunch of infantry soldiers running around like headless chickens?"

Despite myself, the corners of my mouth twitch a bit upwards at that last remark - he is certainly not wrong about those soldiers. They are leaving for battle in a couple of hours, but some of them apparently decided it is the perfect time for pranks as at least half the battalion has bright pink uniforms. "Waiting and hoping your dad or mine sees these buffoons?" I offer, knowing full well that Derik is not here to laugh at the infantry idiots with me.

But he has never been the serious kind. Well, not overly serious, at least - which is probably why my sister got the promotion and not him. "If the colonels catch them, these idiots will be dead before they even get to see a Navarrian." The older Tavis brother agrees. "But as entertaining as that would be, we kind of need them."

"At least they will be easy to distinguish from the Navarrians from dragonback." I say, but my attention is on the rolls of churram Derik fishes out of his flight jacket.

He extends me one, but right before I take it, he snatches it back playfully. "Not a word to your sister about this, are we clear?" He instructs before finally giving me the roll and helping me light it.

"I have never been a snitch, Tavis." I retort, grinning mischievously. I doubt my sister would actually care about me smoking as she was basically the person who taught me how to smoke in the first place, but she would certainly go ballistic if she found me and her best friend hiding to have a smoke while she is searching for us.

For a couple of moments, we don't say anything, just enjoy the churram as we continue to watch the infantry cadets who are now visibly sweating as the first dragons land in the field. A brown and a red - so not Jyst or Aynde. Good, my sister's orange dragon would certainly snitch on me if he were to spot me.

"So, why are you avoiding your sister?" Derik finally asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

"The pot calling the kettle black! I could ask you why you are not with Garrick too." I point out, returning the questioning look.

"Touche." He laughs shortly, humourlessly. "Guess... I am trying to postpone the pointless tear-jerking speeches and all that. It is just another battle and I don't want to make a big deal out of it."

We both know he is putting on a brave front right now. This is not just another battle. But I am as eager to admit that as he is. That is why I am avoiding my sister - the moment I see her getting ready to leave, saying her goodbyes... it will all feel real.

"We really should go find them..." I say as more dragons appear on the field and this time around I notice the red morningstar belonging to Colonel Durran.

"We will, once we finish." Derik agrees with a sigh, taking another hit from his churram. That playfulness gradually disappears as he turns to look at me with a serious expression that is... unnatural on him, at odds with his usual crooked smirk and mischievously gleaming hazel eyes. Seriousness is typically his brother's thing. "Listen, Imogen... I have a favor to ask of you."

"If you are going to ask me not to fight with Garrick in your absence, we both know I will break that promise before you even take off on Aynde." I say, trying to act cool and unbothered, as if that could take from this moment's seriousness.

"Gods, no! Someone has to keep his arrogance in check, he would get insufferable otherwise!" Derik smiles, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Just... promise me you’ll stick around, even when he is insufferable? He is too cocky to admit it, but there are times he still needs someone to look out for him and in case I... you know..."

In case he doesn't make it back, I finish his sentence in my head. I bite the inside of my cheek as I nod. "He's not gonna get rid of me that easily." I promise, trying to give him a smile along with the promise, but it comes out more like a grimace than the intended reassuring gesture. "Out there..." I begin, hating the way my voice shakes slightly. But I know I don't have to ask Derik to have Braelyn's back on the battlefield - Malek himself would have to come to pry them from each other. "You two better come back in one piece, Tavis."

He stands and extends a hand to help me up as well. I pause a moment to take him in - the crooked smile, with the chipped front tooth from that time Braelyn punched him when they were fourteen (I’ve always wondered why the hell he never mended himself when he got his signet), the warm hazel eyes, the exact same shade as his brother's, the permanently wind-ruffled hair, a few shades lighter than Garrick's, but just as curly... the black flight leathers that are devoid of any patches, unlike his usual leathers that are practically covered in patches for all the weapons he can wield, for his signet and marking him as my sister's XO.

"I will do my best, Midge." Derik says after pulling me up, ruffling my hair affectionately - that and the use of the annoying nickname would usually make me push him, but this time I just roll my eyes. "Now that we had our warm up, let's go face our stuck-up siblings, what do you say?"

"I would rather face Malek, truth be told."

"That makes two of us."

[lemonlinelights]

Work it on out-Stranger Things Reverse Big Bang

@strangerthingsreversebigbang

Work it on out

Summary: Alexei lives and Joyce can't stop thinking about him. Her kids catch on quick.

Archive Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence -specifcally the aftermath- blood and injury

Rated: Teen and Up

Parings: Alexei/Joyce Byers, Minor Nancy Wheeler/Jonathan Byers, Minor Eleven | Jane Hopper/Mike Wheeler`

Characters: Alexei, Joyce Byers, Will Byers, Jonathan Byers, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Nancy Wheeler

3,092 words

Some tags: Falling in love, love confessions, first kiss, Post s3 of st, Alexei is a dork

This fic is based on this wonderful art above made by @chuchayucca! Check out their other art it is awesome (real cool rottmnt art)!

Shout out to my beta reader HelloImDino <3! (whose ao3 has vanished??? Brb on that)

Link to the story! https://archiveofourown.org/works/54324874

[daydreamerwonderkid]

I think it's funny that when people try to depict Jason and Tim's version of a sibling relationship, they tend to make Jason the more unhinged one and Tim like his little mental health wrangler when it's really just not like that.

People keep forgetting that it's actually Tim who is the impulsive one. Jason's just an enabler.