The Letter

Reverse Robins AU!

Damian | Timothy | Jason | Dick

• Early Life:

The eldest of the bat boys, Damian is the son of Bruce Wayne and Talia Al Ghul. The product of a one night fling when Bruce was 27 and newly cristened as Batman, he is the only "blood" son. The boy was raised and trained by the League of Assassins for the first 9 years of his life before being given to his father.

• First Outing:

Trained to always finish the job, Damian found his father's methods lacking when it came to his vigilante work. And so with his mind set on rectifying this fault, Damian donned his old robes that he wore when working as an assassin and followed his father out one night. Batman was up against a C-lister thug and when he beat him and left him there for the cops to find in the morning, Damian swooped in to finish the job.

• The Name:

After that fateful night, Bruce realized that he couldn't leave Damian to his own devices and decided to train him to be a hero. Henceforth Damian was known as "Shadow." The superhero name bestowed upon him by Commissioner Gordon, seeing as he was always in Batman's shadow.

• Home Life:

Damian has the worst relationship with his father among all of his adopted siblings. They had a strictly professional relationship while on patrol that bled into their home life. Bruce had no idea what a child needs, and beyond that he never wanted Damian. This child was thrown on him and Damian knows he viewed him as an unwanted and untrustworthy pest for the first few years.

Alfred became his caretaker in much the same way he was for Bruce.

• Independence

Damian left his life as Batman's sidekick at age 18. He kept the name Shadow believing it to still be accurate. Damian, while for the most part maintaining the life of a solo vigilante, has been a part of many super hero teams, and led a few as well.

Shadow is inducted into the Justice League two years after leaving Batman's side. And it is widely acknowledged that he is the only choice for the next Batman.

I...I just watched the movie and...I'm gonna need a few days...

Oh Megatronus...

I just finished watching Transformers Prime (haven't watch the movie yet) and...when Bumblebee killed Megatron my heart just dropped, and I think that Optimus's did too. When it just panned over to him with his wide optics as he watched the light go out of Megatron's...I saw a glimpse of Orion there.

And with all honesty, I don't believe that he will be able to live without him. Megatron was his mission, in the beginning the war, before it was even a war, Megatronus was there, they fought together, they were brothers. Then the betrayal came and it became about saving his friend and his planet. Eventually Optimus started to just seek revenge, for his brother and for his home. But at the end, I think that Optimus still had hope that he could save him. He wanted to save Megatron. And that chance was taken away from him.

And for the past 4 million years! Optimus' every waking moment has been consumed by Megatron. How would he live once the mission was over? Who would he be? I don't think he's ready to find the answer to that, and I don't think he'll survive to find out. I don't think he can.

Thrawn would kiss Eli Vanto's hand.

When inviting him to dance, Thrawn would bow down deep and brush his lips against the back of Eli's hand, light and enticing, before pulling him into his arms.

While meeting as civilians, Thrawn would greet him in the way that gentlemen greet their ladies in some reaches of the galaxy, with a kiss to his hand and a utter of his given name.

While gazing out of the viewport on their warship, he would grasp his hand and raise it to his lips, while they stood side by side in silence.

Before a mission, while outfitted in black armor, a helmet underneath his arm, he would pull the human to where no prying eyes could see, and lift his gloved hand to his waiting lips as they stared into one another's eyes and whispered their promises.

In the heat of passion, Eli's hand coming to rest against his cheek, he would turn into it and press a kiss to his palm.

While they readied to leave the Admiral's cabin, he would press their bodies together cupping his face and connect their lips, hot and heavy distracting the man in front of him. Pressing him up against the wall, and biting down on his neck, listening to the strangled gasps that escaped him. He would pull away and lift his hand for a chaste kiss, a tease, before leaving the cabin and him a disgruntled mess.

Long after Eli Vanto has become Mitth'eli'vanto, he would raise his left hand to his lips and kiss the ring there on his fourth finger, a symbol not only of Eli's human culture but of Thrawn's love.

Thrawn would kiss Eli, his, hand.

The Wedding

Warnings: long vows (like seriously a lot of vows), wedding, fluff, uses "____" instead of y/n

I used Buddhist vows for some of them, I thought they fit with Chiss culture.

I stand at the crest of the aisle. Long rows of pews line the edges of a path sculpted through the snow. My feet are bare, much to the chargrin of the man standing at the end. Anklets adorn each of my feet, strings of crystals connecting the chain to a ring on my middle toe. A long, a-line skirt reachs to the top of my feet, nearly obscuring the jewelry. It drapes across my hips, falling to the ground in ripples. The white fabric is thick and heavy, lifted with a petticoat, and embroidered with silver vines. Pieces of lace cover the skirt like a layer of snow, and obscuring a small pocket tucked away in the folds.

Above the skirt, a break shows skin, the skirt and bodice are not connected and the gap between the two pieces shows an ornate belly ring, layered with glittering diamonds. The bodice is lace, with silk sleeves that reach to my wrists where a double-ring rests between two fingers on my right hand. It's light and comfortable. And the scalloped neckline shows my collarbone. With each step I take, the dress shimmers as if frost is embedded into it.

Simple silver hoops adorn my ears, diamond studs climb up to my helix, and a chain made of glittering crystals and pearls connects a ring on my nose to the one on my ear. Faint blush tinges my cheeks, though I'm sure most of it is more natural now than makeup. A combination of the cold and the intense eyes of the man in front of me.

A pearl and diamond net wraps around my hair, pulled up safely and secured with half a thousand bobby pins. Resting in my hands is a small bouquet, constructed of various wildflowers collected this morning by the children and bridesmaids.

My feet fall into the soft snow, with each step my breath quickens, my heart starts to race. He stands before me, mere steps away.

His own appearance isn't much different than any other day. His skin a dark cerulean, a start contrast to the white uniform he wears, his rank plaque though absent. The two-piece is fitted to him perfectly, it is reinforced with extra padding for warmth, as well as tall black boots and a cinched belt. He does not wear his gloves today.

Tall and lean, he stands a head taller than me. His stature is intimidating, his broad shoulders squared and his stance proud, his hands clasped infront of him. But his eyes are soft.

They shine brighter than they normally would, red and intense as they gaze into my own, watching every step I take closer to him. The faint pupils are dilated, and I can almost see the anticipation.

He's handsome, and in the winter light of Rentor; ethereal.

When I reach the small dais the groom and Ar'alani stand on, he reaches out a hand to help me across the small step. I take his hand gratefully and swing my skirts behind me. I stand facing him for a moment, before releasing his hand to turn to the officiant and he does as well.

The ceremony would be held in Sy Bisti, so that both of our families could understand, but our vows would be spoken in our native tongues. Ar'alani smiles slightly at the two of us, as an Admiral of the CEDF she is licensed to officiate weddings, and we did not have the time to find another officiant willing to marry a human and a chiss.

"Welcome all who have come to witness the union between this man and woman, ____ and Mitth'raw'nuruodo. Are there any who oppose this wedding?"

The pews filled with only our closest friends and family, gaze up at us, joy kindles in their eyes and none speak against us.

"Very well then, let us commence with the vows." Ar'alani gestures for the two of us, I sink to my knees pillowed by the soft dress, and out of the corner of my eye I watch as Thrawn kneels, we are turned slightly to each other. With a breath Ar'alani begins the long vows,

"Do you Mitth'raw'nuruodo and ____ pledge to help each other to develop your hearts and minds, cultivating compassion, generosity, ethics, patience, enthusiasm, concentration, and wisdom as you age and undergo the various ups and downs of life and to transform them into the path of love, compassion, joy, and equanimity?"

Smiling, on my knees I turn to Thrawn for a moment.

"I do." I whisper and an echo, "Ch'ah k'ir."

"Recognizing that the external conditions in life will not always be smooth and that internally your own minds and emotions will sometimes get stuck in negativity, do you pledge to see all these circumstances as a challenge to help you grow, to open your hearts, to accept yourselves, and each other; and to generate compassion for others who are suffering?"

"I do." "Ch'ah k'ir."

"Understanding that just as we are a mystery to ourselves, each other person is also a mystery to us, do you pledge to seek to understand yourselves, each other, and all living beings, to examine your own minds continually and to regard all the mysteries of life with curiosity and joy?"

"I do." "Ch'ah k'ir."

Ar'alani smiles at us, her hand reaches for my own and holds it up as she asks the questions again, this time directed.

"Will you take this man?"

I turn to look at Thrawn, to find him gazing at me, a kind of intensity to his eyes. I smile slightly before turning back to Ar'alani.

"I will." I say confidently. and turning fully to him I say my portion of the vows, "I will take you as you are, to learn and grow with, to explore and adventure with, to respect you in everything as an equal partner, in the foreknowledge of joy and pain, strength and weariness, direction and doubt, for all the risings and settings of the sun."

Ar'alani nods a small good whispered beneath her breath before she repeats the same question to Thrawn, pointed and direct.

"Ch'ah k'ir." With a nod from Ar'alani, he reaches forward and unclips the chain connecting my ear and nose, he twists it in his hands, before connecting it once again this time to the opposing ear and a small stud. "Bah sea csei Ch'ah cart vim sea csei Ch'ah viz, Ch'ah ch'avsat'cah vah veah vah cart. Ch'ah vun'ur vah veah ch'a ch'etecerci. Ch'ah bun'zan'i to sascasi nah bah to carcun'co sir Ch'ah cart ch'eo ch'acico ch'aah vim ch'eo ch'acico cart ch'eo."

"You may now kiss the bride," she grins and as she cross behind me to give us privacy she whispers "he's yours now."

Ar'alani gestures for us to stand and a small Chiss girl comes running to the front of the aisle who holds a small fan in her hand, she offers it to me and I take it from her hand with a quick "bin'vi" and giggle from the girl. I turn to Thrawn, he has a small smile on his face and his eyes are filled with love.

"Ch'acah." I face Thrawn and with one powerful stride, he closes in on me, I hardly have enough time to click open the fan to cover the kiss.

Thrawn's vows: "With all that I am and all that I have, I accept you as you are. I honor you as a woman, as an equal, and as a warrior. I welcome the uncertainties of the future for I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine."

Thank you @ele-millennial-weirdo! I haven't been writing at all lately unless it's for my DnD campaign, I made a tiny blurb this morning so here's the last line of that.

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"You don't have a mind."

Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many you like)

Thanks for tagging me @myevilmouse 😍💙

Since my mind isn't able to focus on writing more than a bunch of words at the moment (sadly, no inspiration for that), all I can do is to show the last messy doodle I did last week...hopefully one of these days I'll be also able to finish something I'm really proud of (may the Force be with me, lol)

Here you are, another still unfinished Thryce sketch (your fics never cease to inspire me, thank you!!! 💙)

Tagging (no pressure) @vibratingbonesbis @oenothera5 @jlassijlali @aroayr-shuk @al-astakbar @twilekchiss

Imagine Thrawn being cast into the Unknown Regions with Ezra

Imagine Thrawn being found and rescued by the Chiss

Imagine Thrawn being taken back to the Acendancy and his home

Don't imagine Thrawn being taken in front of the Syndicure

Don't imagine them debating whether he should be accepted back into their society or returned to exile

Don't imagine Ba'kif and Ar'alani standing to the side knowing there is nothing they can do

Don't imagine the Syndicure nearly ruling against him

Don't imagine Thrawn standing up and speaking for the first time against them

Don't imagine him shouting at them that he has given his life for the Acendancy

Don't imagine him telling them that though he was ruled by the Empire his actions were for the benefit of the Chiss

Don't imagine Mitth'raw'nuruodo losing his composure

Don't imagine him screaming at his Patriarch

Don't imagine him calling himself a servant of the Chiss

Don't imagine him saying "I only want to come home"

Don't imagine the Syndicure stripping him of his titles

Don't imagine them turning him over to the Mitth

Instead imagine him returning home to his family and being granted a place in the Expansionary Defence Force

Imagine Thrawn:

You are my flag, Y/N. You are my nation.

Echo really was the mom in the group. He went off for a well deserved vacation and the group falls apart. Dads fighting to keep everyone happy. Kids are bickering. Someone stole the car and for some reason shits blowing up!!

Crosshair and Tech Twins Headcanon

They're both farsighted. Though Tech uses his goggles for his detail work, and Crosshair uses it to his advantage as a sharpshooter.

Before they earned their names Crosshair was 04 (oh-four) to Tech and Tech was Threesie.

Crosshair and Tech are both equally adept at split second calculations and memorizations. Tech uses them for his flying and Crosshair uses it for trick shots.

Tech is almost as good a shot as Crosshair. Crosshair trained him.

Crosshair can memorize anything if he puts his mind to it, he just doesn't have the patience usually.

When Crosshair chose the Empire, it took Tech weeks for him to speak more than absolutely necessary.

He's more cynical than he was before.

Wrecker and Hunter swore left and right that the two of them had some sort of telepathic link. Tech never believed in it, Crosshair did when Tech was the only one who understood him.

They're the exact same height.

They felt a connection even worlds apart.

Hi lovelies! Go ahead and take this inspiration dice for your works in progress and life 🥰

@ele-millennial-weirdo @admiral-arelami @artificial-people-ai @al-astakbar @chelseadearfromao3 @vibratingbonesbis @reythemandalor

May warrior's fortune be with you