#twin day 2022

[bongo-clash]

If I had a nickel for every billionaire that tried to kidnap me, I’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice

DP/DC week prompt: Mistaken Identity

'Look, in Bruce Wayne’s defence, he has a lot of children with black hair and blue eyes, and he’d had a very long day. But in Danny’s defence, he has no idea what’s happening right now and, according to his previous experience in being kidnapped by billionaires, his reaction is incredibly reasonable.'

(No content warnings || fic under cut!!)

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Danny’s been in Gotham for about a week with his family, and so far it’s honestly been one of their most relaxing vacations to date. Sure, the drive had been long and finding a place to park the RV had been unsurprisingly difficult, but once the initial getting-there-fanfare was over with, everything had been great. The whole ‘not my circus, not my monkeys’ thing had been amazing for his anxiety. The famous Batman was more than capable of dealing with his peanut gallery without some random dead kid intercepting. 

Okay, he was a little bit worried about Batman’s ‘no metas’ thing, but there was no good reason the vigilante would find out that little tidbit. It’s not like he’s even a meta in the first place! Being dead is a medical condition. Regardless, he’s doing the sensible thing and not making a show of himself; he may have flown over the top of the city invisibly on the first night to get some good shots to send to his friends, but no one needed to know about that but Sam and her gothic-architecture-inspo wall. 

The hotel they’re staying at has good breakfast, the buildings in the inner city look cool as Hell, they already have heroes dealing with their issues so Danny doesn’t have to do anything, and there’s no ghosts barging into his room but the constant chaos of the city still feels homey. Overall, a ten out of ten vacation spot. 

Surely, nothing can go wrong. 

“Tim? What are you doing here?”

He’s taking a morning walk away from the hotel after he and Jazz successfully convinced their parents he would be fine on his own, and he’d stopped in front of Wayne Enterprises because Tucker would be frankly offended if he didn’t. He ignores the call at first, because he doesn’t know anyone named Tim, and it’s not his business, but that’s clearly shown to be a mistake when the call comes again but closer, and then again, but with a man putting his hand on Danny’s shoulder. He’s turns around to tell whoever it is to clear off when he actually catches sight of the guy’s face.

Sleek black hair, sky-blue eyes, a healthy tan and a very expensive suit. That’s Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne as in the guy who owns the building in front of them. Bruce Wayne as in the multi-billionaire. 

Okay, don’t get him wrong, Bruce Wayne does some pretty honourable charity work, and his tech is pretty cool and Tucker’s obsessed with it, but Danny has a very sour history with billionaires and even before he’d met Vlad he wasn’t a fan of them; being friends with Sam for long enough does that to a guy. Dealing with the fruitloop had only cemented what he already knew, and that’s that you shouldn’t trust people that rich as far as you can throw them (or, maybe just not at all, since he figures he could actually throw them pretty damn far, considering the ghost powers). 

Plus, Bruce ‘Brucie’ Wayne has this really weird habit of acting like a ditz, and quite frankly, Danny doesn’t buy it. He’s been successfully running a huge company and heading welfare campaigns for years, and if he’s truly as air-headed as he presents himself to be Vlad would’ve snatched up his company and his wealth in a heartbeat. Vlad, who is the other billionaire he knows, who is also pretending to be something he’s not with the whole ‘gentle hermit’ vibe he maintains with the press. No, there’s definitely something weird about Bruce Wayne and he hadn’t particularly wanted to meet the guy to find out what it is. 

However, it’s looking like he doesn’t have much choice, what with the man having a hand on his shoulder and being about ten inches from his face. “Uh.” He blurts eloquently. “Hi?”

“Tim,” He repeats, frowning. “Why are you here? I told you to take the day off- don’t tell me you were just planning on sneaking off to work anyway.”

Danny’s certain Tucker mentioned some co-CEO of Wayne Enterprises called Tim, and he’s fairly certain Tucker mentioned he was the same age as them and also Bruce’s ward, but do they really look similar? No one’s ever said they do to his face, and he thought that was the kind of thing people talked about- the whole ‘who’s your celebrity lookalike’. So why-?

…Tucker also mentioned that almost all of Bruce Wayne’s wards have the same black hair and blue eyes. He’d even joked how Danny ‘fit the bill’. Oh no. What if this is an obsession-with-having-a-son-just-like-him thing? Do all billionaires do that or is that just Vlad? He could really do with someone else to compare the guy to that isn’t the fruitloop right now- it’d be really great to have some kind of gauge amongst general average billionaire behaviour so that he actually knew what to do. 

Staying quiet to gather his thoughts was apparently not his greatest move, though, because the man’s frown only deepens. Bruce Wayne’s hand moves from the top of his shoulder to his arm, giving it a light squeeze that seems like it’s supposed to be comforting but really just makes him more nervous. “I’m taking you back to the manor. You were supposed to take a day off and I really think relaxing would do you some good.”

Now, there are a lot of things Danny could do to absolve this situation, and the smartest of all of them would be to inform him that there’s been a misunderstanding and that he’s just some random tourist who’d been wanting to take some pictures. 

“I— what- can’t you just leave me here? Don’t you need to go in there?” Is what he says instead, because fight, flight, or freeze apparently includes brain freeze too. His mom was right, he never should’ve been allowed out unsupervised. Why didn’t he bring Jazz with him?

“The meeting can wait, you’re more important.” The man soothes, and suddenly the hand on his arm is pulling him away, leading him over to an incredibly expensive car and Danny’s so bewildered by the whole situation he doesn’t even fight back. He stands there, limp, as Bruce Wayne opens the car doors, nudges him inside, starts the engine, and drives further and further away from Danny’s hotel. 

They’ve been driving for about twenty minutes before his stupor finally breaks, and by then they’ve fully left the bustle of the inner city and entered the sparsely populated realm of high society estates— Bristol, he thinks it was called? Doesn’t matter. He needs to get out and he needed to be out yesterday; he can’t believe he ever thought he could have a remotely sensible vacation. Let your guard down one time and you get kidnapped by a man with more money than everyone else in the state combined (though, to be fair, that sounds more normal given his circumstances than it should. Still, the billionaire being Bruce Wayne isn’t normal). 

Now, there are a lot of things Danny could do to absolve this situation, and the smartest of all of them would be tell Bruce Wayne that he’d been too shocked to refute the man, but he wasn’t actually his son, and had finally gathered his bearings to say so and was very sorry for causing him undue stress. 

Instead, Danny jumps out of a moving car. 

Distantly registering the yell of alarm and the screech of the vehicle pulling to a sudden stop, he tanks the roll and springs back up again, taking in his surroundings for all of a second before sprinting in the opposite direction of wherever they’d been going. Bruce Wayne is definitely chasing after him- he can hear the heavy footfalls pounding behind him- but Danny’s been running from his problems for years. There’s no way he’s letting them catch up to him now. 

He rounds a corner and disappears into thin air, because Batman’s not a day time hero so what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him and surely he’d get that Danny was only doing it for the sake of his personal safety. I mean, who’s he to say that Bruce Wayne doesn’t layer on his fortunes with the occasional ransom situation? …Maybe not the best excuse he’s ever come up with, but the damage is done now, and he drifts away for a few more minutes until he figures he’s far enough from his initial launch point that he can drop the invisibility. 

Looking around, he can tell that he’s definitely lost, his surroundings still reeking of big money and the actual meat of the city barely hanging on the horizon. Well, technically he’s not that lost, given that he can still see inner-Gotham from here, but he doesn’t know where the Hell his hotel is in all that grey, and the walk looks far. While he was willing to risk the momentary power-usage to get himself out of the billionaire’s sights, he figures that trying anything else would be pushing his luck a bit further than it was willing to take him. 

He must’ve been thinking about it for a lot longer than he realised, though, because he hears a quiet thud behind him, and there is now a vigilante blocking his exit. Long-ish black hair, an admonishing expression, and a black and blue outfit with a bird decal.

That’s one of the Bats. NIghtwing, he thinks? 

Aren’t they all supposed to be nighttime vigilantes?

As if hearing his questions, the taller man tuts, bringing his hands to his hips like his mom does when he breaks curfew. He hasn’t got out the electric-stick-things that he’s pretty sure the guy owns, so that’s good. “Tim,” He starts, tone starkly disappointed, and- hold on, why is Nightwing on a first name basis with the Wayne Enterprises CEO? “I thought B told you to take today off.”

Hold on, that’s a weird thing for a vigilante to know about the Wayne Enterprises CEO, and- Danny’s assuming B means Bruce Wayne- why is he using such a casual nickname for the billionaire? Do they know each other? He supposes it makes sense if they’re all in cahoots, since the Bats’ stuff does seem pretty expensive-looking, but he’d honestly kind of assumed Batman was just some rich reclusive vampire or something. Like Vlad but morally-reversed. 

Unless Batman is still a billionaire and not just funded by Bruce Wayne. Nightwing knowing the Tim guy would make sense, then, given they might see each other at rich people things. But, actually, would that make sense? Vigilante socialites don’t usually go around telling their other socialite friends that they’re vigilantes, do they?

Unless Batman is Bruce Wayne. But that’s ridiculous. He’d figured the guy was hiding something, and the hoard of children is kind of indicative of a weird guy generally, but the man being some kind of edgy bat-themed hero in his spare time was just too ridiculous. There’s no way. 

…

…Holy shit. Batman is totally Bruce Wayne. 

That means that Nightwing is probably one of Bruce Wayne’s many sons, which means that he’s one of Tim Drake-Wayne’s many brothers, which means Bruce Wayne may have called him to chase him down and bring him back to the manor. Even though they shouldn’t be doing that because he isn’t Tim Drake. 

Now, there are a lot of things Danny could do to absolve this situation, and the smartest of all of them would be tell Nightwing that by some hilarious comedy-of-errors, Bruce Wayne had mistaken him for his son Tim the CEO when he is in fact Danny Fenton the tourist, and he’s very sorry for the fuss he’s caused, but he should probably call his sister to pick him up now, thank you very much. 

Instead, Danny feints left and tries to dash out the corner he’d trapped himself in from Nightwing’s other side. Nightwing grabs him like a small dog with one arm and raises a grappling hook to the nearest roof. Danny feels like this is probably karma for all the property damage he’s caused in Amity as they’re flung violently across roofs higher than his town’s tallest apartment complex. He is quickly discovering that being airborne is actually so much worse when you’re not the one in control. 

He doesn’t have an awful lot of time to ponder this, however, because they reach what Danny assumes is the Wayne residence soon after. Nightwing does an absolutely terrifying set of flips as they careen over to the other side of the ledge the mansion is on, and lets him go when they’re on the ground to put a finger against his hear, presumably to some communication device. 

“I’ve got him, B! We’re outside the Batcave now- yep, all safe- see you in a sec!”

…They’re outside the what now?

Nightwing slings an arm over his shoulder- some mix of friendliness and making sure he doesn’t run away- and leads him into a concealed entrance against the ledge just beneath the Wayne mansion. 

He has to be hallucinating at this point. There are actual bats in here. The whole place is scary and dark and gigantic and—is that a fucking dinosaur?

“Tim!” 

And, as if just to cement how utterly absurd today has been, Bruce Wayne is striding towards them with an expression contorted by worry, and he feels bad right up until the moment the guy cups his face with his calloused hands (calloused because he’s Batman, what the Hell). “Tim, I was so worried,” He croaks. “What happened back there? Why did you jump out the car?”

Now, there are a lot of things Danny could do to absolve this situation, and finally, finally, he-

“What the Hell is happening right now.” He blurts, taking a sharp step back and letting the hand fall from his face, watching as surprise falls over the men next to him like an overcast. 

Okay, maybe not the the smartest thing he could’ve said, but not the worst thing either, and that’s probably the biggest win he’s going to get today, so he’ll take it. “What are you talking about?” Nightwing asks gently, reminding him rather neatly that he is still in an absolutely gigantic pile of shit, seeing as he’s now going to have to explain that they have all made some very big mistakes today. 

“Uh, okay, so funny story- and you have to promise not to like, beat the shit out of me or whatever-“ He ignores the horrified faces they make at that, nervousness leaking out into a hysterical laugh. “But, uh, a very bad thing has happened, and— it’s like, fine! I won’t tell anyone if you won’t tell anyone, it’s totally chill and I’m really great at keeping secrets-!”

Bruce Wayne cuts him off, looking terribly concerned. “Tim, whatever’s going on, we’ll-“

“I’m not Tim!”

The moment the words are out of his mouth, he backs away with his hands raised placatingly, panic heightened by the way the two men freeze in their tracks. “I am so sorry,” Danny chokes, figuring he can’t dig himself into any deeper of a grave than he already has. “I was just- I was outside Wayne Enterprises to take pictures and when you came up to me I had no idea what to do so I just froze, and by the time I came to I was in your car and like, I was kind of scared you were kidnapping me? Because I kind of have a history with billionaires and kidnapping so I just panicked and jumped out the car but that made everything worse ‘cause you chased me and now I’m in the Batcave and you’re Batman and-“

There is a very long pause when Danny’s words fail him. The Batcave is very quiet beyond the chittering of bats on the ceiling. 

“You have a history with billionaires and kidnapping?” Nightwing asks, like literally nothing else he’d said registered. 

Quite frankly, Danny does not want to know what their expressions are like. Averting his eyes, he replies- “That was definitely a weird thing for me to say. Sorry. Uh, yeah.”

“Are you safe?”

What is happening? “Like… right now? I mean, so long as you aren’t gonna feed me to that dinosaur then yeah; I’m just in Gotham for vacation. I don’t- it was a very nice vacation. Until like half an hour ago. Now it’s a stressful vacation.”

Bruce Wayne, to his credit, is not trying to kill him for his knowledge of the man’s secret vigilantism, which already makes him better than the only other billionaire he knows. The man drags a hand down his face, looking stressed beyond belief. “I should’ve known you weren’t Tim,” He breathes. “I don’t even know what to say.”

“Yeah, now that I’m actually hearing you talk, you sound nothing like him. Bruce, were you actually listening when he was talking to you before you shoved him in the car? This guy’s midwestern. What happened to world’s greatest detective, B?” Nightwing snorts and, wow, they’re not taking this half as badly as he thought they would. And, hey, now that he’s thinking about it, these are the first actual vigilantes he’s ever met outside of himself and Valerie, and wouldn’t it be a waste not to ask them for pointers? 

Maybe it’s not the best idea in the world, but he already knows their secret identities and they’re being chill about it, so maybe they’ll be chill with his, too. Screw it, he’s doing it. 

“Again, I promise I won’t tell anyone- I’m, ah, pretty good with secrets like this.” They turn to look at him curiously there, and he tries to talk past the lump in his throat. “I’m kind of, um, also a vigilante as well? Funny coincidence, right? Small town gig, though, nothing like Gotham! And I’ve only been on the scene a few years, so… I don’t know what I’m asking, here. Any good pointers?”

Nightwing looks thoughtful. “Does this have anything to do with the billionaire you mentioned?” He asks.

“It very much has a lot to do with the billionaire. If Vlad Masters ever asks you for anything- I dunno, punch him? He’s got a really punchable face, you’d know if you met him. It’s all creepy and shit.”

Nightwing continues asking questions as Bruce Wayne’s head remains firmly buried in his hands, and sure, maybe letting this well-established team of heroes know about his less-than-legal and more-than-ectoplasmic hobbies might come back to bite him, but right now he can’t help basking in the fact that he gets to bad-mouth Vlad to someone who Vlad will probably care about his reputation with. Everything else comes second. 

“-Hang on, you said you’ve been a vigilante for a few years, right? How old are you?”

Okay, almost everything comes second. Both men are looking at him now with something that’s probably-definitely concern and is getting worse the longer he neglects to answer, and Danny is very suddenly reminded once again that the majority of Bruce’s children fit the same appearance-criteria as he does. 

He’s just doubled his own problem, hasn’t he? It’s not just one anymore-he’s going to have to deal with two billionaires now. 

He’s never going on vacation again. 

[rustingcat]

Supercorptober day 28 -

Holiday

[twinsoftheday]

today's twins of the day are:

aj and gabriela campos from crush

[making-my-wey-down-town]

November prompt list challenge 2022, Day 5 - Parental/Caretaker

Look! Gregory has cousins now! Wiggles and Giggles (my OC’s) YIPPEE

The trouble this trio can bring… lol let’s not worry too soon, they need to get along first

[a-whole-lot-of-things]

second photo drop!!

the one with max/sadie is my favorite, and the one with will/noah and el/millie is a close second

[soclonely]

Life Day Moments: A Letter to Santa (Echo and Fives)

Part 1/12

"Santa Claus is anyone who loves another and seeks to make them happy; who gives himself by thought or word or deed in every gift that he bestows." —Edwin Osgood Grover

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“I don’t see why we have to write letters to Santa,” Echo complains, rolling his eyes. “We are adults, Fives! We both know he’s not rea-”

“SHH!” Fives claps a hand over Echo’s mouth. “Don’t say stuff like that or you will be on the naughty list like Captain Rex.” he sits back in his seat and chuckles. “Besides, it's tradition! We have to do it!”

Echo sighs, thumping his pencil on the table. “Okay, fine. You win.” He smiles, shaking his head. “But no peeking at my letter this year! You always make fun of me for the things on my list.”

“Yeah because you always ask for socks and boring stuff!” Fives makes a face, standing up. “I’m going to hit the little troopers room real quick!” He stretches, making his way over to the door. 

Moments after he hears the refresher door close behind Fives, Echo scrambles across the table. He picks up his brother's letter and hesitates. “I’m only doing it to decide on his  gift.” He says, looking down. 

Dear Santa,

Hope you are doing pretty great over on Hoth or wherever it is you live. Personally, If I were old like you I would settle somewhere with a more favorable climate like the lake country in Naboo. Some place with hot bikini babes and less ice and snow to accidentally break your hip on when sliding to avoid reindeer poo.

“Oh Fives.” Echo snorts. “Leave it to you to tell Santa to retire.” He continues reading.

...I know I am on the bad trooper list year and I am fine with that. You stunt double that works at the Coruscant mall told me the other day when I kept harassing him about getting a message to you before Life Day about what I want.I didn’t mean to trip and pull his pants down, it was an accident! I just decided to go directly to the source after that. So here I am writing you this letter.I get the whole naughty list don't get gifts, but I wanted to make a plea for you to make this one exception for me this year. 

All I want for Life Day is the opportunity to spend it with my brother without having to be out in the field. The last two years, we have had to go on hard campaigns and by the time we realize what day it is, Life Day is over so we don’t even get to pretend to enjoy it. I know Echo is a Scrooge and doesn’t like any sort of fun. But I just know if we had the chance to take a breath and really experience Life Day the way the rest of the galaxy gets to, he might change his mind and see it the way I do! If anyone deserves to experience the magic of the holiday season, it's him. 

Anyway big fella, that’s really all I wanted to say. It may seem a bit silly to write to someone only children believe in. But I do believe in the power of wishful thinking! So thanks anyway!

Yours Always,

Arc Trooper Fives

Echo smiles. He sets Five's letter down and scoots back over to his own side of the table just in time for the latter to reenter the room. “Took you long enough.” He clears his throat, trying to hide his emotions. “Thought you fell in or something.” He teases. 

“I would never!” Fives places a hand to his chest. “And leave you alone to enjoy life without me harassing you every chance possible?” 

“Oh no how would I ever survive?” Echo chuckles, looking down at his empty paper. “You know what? Maybe I will write a small letter to Santa. Tis the season.” He looks over at Fives and grins. “Want to drop these off at the post and go look at some of the holiday displays around Coruscant?”

“Only if we can stop for hot chocolate!” Fives laughs. “I could really go for some hot chocolate.”

“Of course.” Echo replies, putting his pencil to the paper. “I’ll even pay this time. "

"Darn right you will!"

[krys-loves-otome]

Fictober 2022: A Little Tired [221B Ficlet]

Prompt #9: Sounds Like a You Problem

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Licht Klein x Reader

Summary: A quiet night cuddling with Licht. 221B Ficlet.

Warnings: References to self-harm but not the main focus, fluff, and cuddling.

Also on ao3!

My Fanfic Masterlist

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Licht's warmth as he held you from behind chased away the coolness of the night, his heart beating steadily against your back. His chin rested on your shoulder, his bare hands resting over yours delicately, as you held onto a book that you had been reading to him.

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Licht's warmth as he held you from behind chased away the coolness of the night, his heart beating steadily against your back. His chin rested on your shoulder, his bare hands resting over yours delicately, as you held onto a book that you had been reading to him.

Raised white lines, some faded into his skin, others hard and trying to heal, crisscrossed over the back of his hands and inside his wrists, a constant reminder of the pains of his past.

With a shy smile, you raised your index finger between the gap of his fingers, rubbing his knuckles affectionately. In turn, his hand curled around yours.

"Finished?" He asked.

You nodded, pulling down the red string bookmark and closing the book. Licht, using his free hand, moved the book to the side table, then wrapped his arm around your middle, resting his cheek on your shoulder.

"Tired already?" You asked.

"No," he mumbled flatly, pulling you closer.

"You sound tired."

"You're hearing things."

You chuckled, pulling his other hand closer to you, holding it against your middle, resting your head against his.

"Well, I'm a little tired."

"Sounds like a you problem."

"A me problem?"

"You pushed yourself too hard today."

His grip tightened more, now his nose resting on your shoulder, his lips brushing it lazily. You blushed.

[breezy-cheezy]

Day 23: AT THE END OF THEIR ROPE

Forced to Kneel | Tied to a Table | “Hold them down.”

Working Title: Liar Liar (Hello From the Other Side) 

basically I named it the first thing at first then change it but the first thing stuck so WELP NOW BOTH

for @wintersdraw! 

“Hurry up, little firebird. We don’t have all day.”

Footsteps echo down the dark hall. One set is brisk and hurried, while the other is unsteady and punctuated with the grating clinks of metal.

Diluc huffs, trying to match the pace and stumbling yet again, having to be yanked upright by the shackles around his wrists. He’s…pretty sure he’s suffered a head injury, because his skull is pounding and the halls keep twisting strangely. Or maybe that’s just how the Abyss does things?

He bares his teeth at the Herald, tugging on his restraints briefly in a show of defiance. Maybe partially to stay upright, or to slow the being and its insanely long legs. He’d struggle to keep up with it on a good day.

He glares down at the floor, making sure his feet are going in a straight line. The shackles are in view, glowing faintly with deep, indigo light. He’d never seen anything like them. As soon as they’d been clapped on his wrists, his energy reserves were….lessened. They sapped his strength somehow.

And he couldn’t use his Vision. Something in them….blocked his connection to the little red gem clipped to his hip. He knew it was there, but the flames seemed to not hear his call.

He should be tracking his path, preparing for an escape. But too many walls and doors slid around, shifting the very halls and rooms themselves. Even if his addled mind could keep track of their journey, he doubted he could escape without the assistance of the Abyss. Which was. Very bad.

Not that he’d given up. Far from it. He just had to bide his time, catch the right chance….

Read the rest on AO3!

[alilfroginacove]

yknow what? i think fishlegs should get to say fuck. as a little treat.

[sparkleydoggy-art]

Inktober Day 8 - Match

[adamcasey]

Special Agent Dale Cooper, Day 17

[rustingcat]

Supercorptober day 15 -

Warmth

(I really love the idea of them having twins)

[twinsoftheday]

today's twins of the day are:

eurayle and stheno gorgon from monster high (generation 3)

[fanfictasia]

Whumptober Day 8

Stomach Pain

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from The Chosen Twins

Anakin Skywalker

He hurls me back, but Aniya comes at him, fighting solely with her right hand – she just finished destroying the MagnaGuard – blades clashing. We’re starting to get the advantage, and I press our attacks together instantly.

It’s easier now, in some ways, and Krell seems to have gotten the idea that he won’t win this time. He kicks me in the stomach, right as I graze his arm again, then spins away and cuts a hole in the floor, falling through.

I pause a moment, struggling to catch my breath past the pain stabbing through me. It’s not bad, but it slows me down a little too much.  He’s a fast runner to be sure, but we grew up on Tatooine, and we’re faster. We have to be. (We had to be, actually, technically. Our life often depended on running.) 

Aniya and I jump down the hole after him, giving chase. He’s already reached the escape pods by the time we catch up, launching the remaining empty ones into space.

“Did you locate Krell?” Obi-Wan calls over our comm, as they sprint back for the bridge.

“He escaped,” I reply, feeling no small amount of frustration. We were so close. Had we been only one moment faster, we could’ve stopped him, and we already have Dooku. Assuming he hasn’t escaped himself yet. “All escape pods have been launched.”

“We’ll have to find another way off,” he huffs.

“There is no other way off,” Aniya replies.

“Do you know how to fly this?”

“You mean, can I land what’s left of it?” I counter.

“Well?” Obi-Wan asks crankily.

“Under the circumstances, I’d say our ability to pilot this thing is irrelevant.” It’s crashing already, and we need to hurry, no matter how exhausted I’m feeling from the battle, and electrocution form before. We finally make it back to the bridge, Aniya and I scrambling to the seats by the controls, with Obi-Wan sitting a little further back.

[making-my-wey-down-town]

November prompt list challenge 2022, Day 14 - Cuddle

Y/N just wanted to rest for a bit on the mat of the daycare. Wrong decision. All the animatronics of the daycare are cuddle bugs. Y/N is now stuck for who knows how long. Body going numb by the minute. And they are too nice to ask for freedom.

[bryan360]

🇵🇷Me: That's really cute "Snow kids" making, you guys. Bet Maxwell, May, and Sam will be joining to make their own snow version of themselves.

🐰🖌Maxwell: Yeah. If fact that yesterday's weather for our creator friend lives in was already snowing. Until it eventually stopped today so we should get going for winter fun activity sake. 🙂👍🏼

🐰👊💥May: Mhm! Can't wait to get started! 😁

🦊⚽️Sam: Don't live me hanging, guys! 👋😄