conversations overheard through the batkid com lines pt 15 (masterpost here)
Dick: Red, you seeing the similarities here?
Tim: yeah... the memo matches the method of that serial killer Hood's working on over in the alley, right?
Dick: *hums* if he's starting to move territories over here then we might have to call Hood in and do a crossover case. you know where he's at tonight?
Tim: B is busy with league stuff so he's got Robin for the night, I think they were working on something down in Tricorner.
Dick: hey Oracle, woulda' mind finding the com line they're on and transferring them over for a sec? we need to talk to Hood about this.
Oracle: got it.
*faint typing sounds*
*two pings*
Damian: -no he has absolutely no idea how female anatomy works, and I know this for a fact because when she told us she was pregnant, his response was to turn to me and say 'how is that possible, I thought she was wearing a tampon', which-
Jason: *bursts out laughing* no because- *wheeze* I do remember, I remember so fuckin' clearly, that there was a genuine occasion during my training with that guy the league where we were focusing on poisons, and Talia came up to us and asked us to take a break so we could sort out the donkeys for a trip the next day, and I swear to god, this fucker walks up to these animals looking genuinely freaked out, and I'm just saddling up these donkeys like normal, like- you remember, it's not like it was fuckin' hard,
Damian, humming: *muses* I loved those donkeys.
Jason: I know you did, you almost had one shipped over to Gotham with us-, anyway, and I'm looking at him like 'you alright there little buddy?' and this fucker looks me straight in the eyes, this league assassin expert and high quality tutor, and he goes 'what if it tries to eat me?' AND I'M LIKE-
Damian: *starts laughing*
Jason: THEY'RE FUCKING HERBIVORES YOU GODDAMN MORON, WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'WHAT IF IT EATS ME?'
Damian: that was- see? and you wonder why the league education system failed me so much, it's because all my tutors were people who also grew up in the league and only ever bothered learning about the one thing my grandfather said they had a knack for. I had an archery instructor who no word of a fucking lie didn't understand what photosynthesis was.
Jason: the fact that I was the best option you had at the time for a well rounded education experience just proves how fucked it all was. like I'd only just recently found out you couldn't microwave metal. what the fuck was I supposed to do?
Damian: my current theory is that mother walked in on us using your phone to google whether narwhals were real or mythical and she just decided 'yeah these two need to go to Gotham pronto'.
Jason: *laughing*
Damian: oh- isn't that the guy we're looking for?
Jason: oh shit yeah- ok you go round and we'll do a pincer movement.
Damian: on it.
*two minutes of silence*
*faint grunts and fighting noises*
Jason: behind you, duck.
Damian, breathless: appreciated.
Jason: no worries.
*more faint fighting noises*
Dick, loudly: see,
Jason: *yelps*
Damian: NIGHTWIN-? *gunshot* FUCK
Dick: -I feel like the natural point for us to jump in and tell you we were here passed like, a long time ago.
Jason: you fuckin' asshole you scared the shit out of me!
Dick: -but I think we just got invested in the conversation and then it got long enough that it would have been awkward if we interrupted, right Red?
Tim: I forgot what we were supposed to be asking like five minutes ago, not gonna lie.
Dick: Jason you didn't know not to microwave metal?
Been thinking about how the new Superman movie did a really good job of giving Clark interests beyond “Truth, Justice, and a Better Tomorrow.” He likes pop punk rock. His favorite meal is breakfast for dinner. Clark does a little dance when he gets the front cover byline. He likes to doom-scroll. Unclear if he’s a dog guy. His girlfriend makes him hot cocoa when he’s sad. So often Superman in film has zero personality beyond tortured alien that must guide humanity. Giving him these small details made the character feel so much more real. He really is just a guy doing his best.
GUYS GUYS GUYS you NEED to hear what just happened rn
so I had a concept of an art piece in my mind for a few days, half iron man and half dr doom mask because rdj is awesome
and today i randomly decided to draw it in the morning but got derailed
then in the evening i was like "let's finish it TODAY" and i JUST finished it like twenty mins ago
(this is it btw)
(i know it's not tht good but im learning, ok??)
so
i posted it on my insta then i realised i wanted to write a line in the caption that i got the doom mask from rdj's reveal BUT i forgot which event he revealed it in to I went to google and GUYS
I didnt know that he revealed his role as Doom at the sdcc ONE YEAR AGO TODAY
im having a need to write post-age of ultron fanfiction which does not, infact, break up the avengers that badly, and also a need to write scps, but i need to rewrite the five-year-old wip, help
“I want to wear his initial on a chain ‘round my neck, not because he owns me. But because he really knows me.”
Summary: Obi-Wan had a rather meaningful gift in his pocket for the past few days and finally build up the courage to give it to you.
Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x f!reader
Wordcount: 2,1k
Tags: Fluff, friends to lovers, forbidden love, anxious obi-wan, no hurt only comfort
Warnings: Obi is such a cinnamon roll it’s awfull (luckily i love cinnamon rolls)
‘’it’s a pretty one, isn’t it? It’s made out of the shells from our ocean which were cracked open. Which seems sad, but given the way they look like from the inside I suppose it’s worth it.” She told him and smiled. Obi-Wan’s mind went to you for a split second, then looked back at the pendant in his hand and swallowed.
‘’I suppose it is..’’ He mumbled a little absently. He didn’t know why he was still here. Jedi didn’t really buy eachother things. Maybe a smaller souvenir, something like butter tea or Alderanian liquor. But not something this… intricate.
‘’So, who’s the lucky girl?’’ That startled Obi-Wan. And he forced himself to get back to the present moment.
‘’It’s— no one.’’ He fumbled quickly. But hated that made it seem like you meant nothing to him. ‘’She’s a friend. Another Jedi.’’ He added after a moment, his voice more controlled.
The seller smiled knowingly. ‘’Ah. Ofcours, forgive me.’’ She told him and seemed to rummage behind her stall for a moment. ‘’Here.’’ Obi-Wan looked up at her and as she was offering him a small cloth and leather strap. He looked at her puzzled.
‘’Was I not allowed to touch it without buying it?’’ He asked confused, but the seller gave him a small nod.
‘’Consider it a gift. For making sure our village remains safe, thanks to the both of you.’’ She told him and offered him the cloth and strap. Obi-Wan looked at her for a moment, clearly hesitant because he wasn’t used to niceties like these. But accepted.
‘’That’s very generous, thank you.’’ He replied. And carefully put the golden chain along with the pearl in the small cloth.
‘’Do me one favor, will you?’’ The seller then asked with a gleam in her eye which Obi-Wan thought borderlined on mischief. He raised his eyebrows slightly in curiosity.
‘’Tell her it brings out her eyes.’’ She smiled.
Obi-Wan flushed. Silently cursed at himself for it, but nodded once out of respect and turned around. Sliding the wrapped up necklace into the pocket of his robe.
She had barely known him for 2 minutes and could see right through his carefully build walls. Walls which took years to built. Walls that should’ve been unbreakable.
For the past few days the small wrapped up cloth had been a burden rather than a gift. It had been burning an aching hole into his pocket since the mission because he couldn’t seem to give it to her. Why was this so difficult? It shouldn’t be. It’s difficult because it means something- and it definitely shouldn’t. But he couldn’t help it. Every time he fumbled with the leather strap of the wrapping, all he could think of was her. How it should be hers. He couldn’t explain it. Not without crossing a line or two which had been written centuries ago. But they were friends, that’s all. He knew it was never going to be anything more— he just— needed her to know…. He needed her to know. That he saw her, that even when she feels insignificant or small, when she’s hurting and won’t show it, that he sees her. For who she is. And wouldn’t change a thing about her.
So when Obi-Wan went to his usual spot in the Room of a Thousand fountains to think, and get his mind off of things. But he stopped in his tracks when he saw you. Sitting next to the water gazing down at it, fingers lazily trailing over the small ripples. Your hair was partially tied up, a few strands had fallen out of their usual updo. And he knew that if he didn’t give it to you now, he might find an excuse to never do so at all.
You could sense his presence easily and wondered why he still wasn’t joining you after a minute or two.
‘’Are you still coming?’’ You ask then and tilt your head to look at him. Your expression soft but curious as he looks back at you.
‘’Right- sorry.’’ He spoke and shook his head slightly, clearly lost in thought. But he sat down next to you.
You were both silent as you looked at the water again, just being in eachother’s presence was often enough.
‘’I… have something for you.’’ Obi-Wan then spoke slightly hesitant. And that made you look up at him.
You blinked. ‘’You do?’’
‘’I know Jedi aren’t supposed to be very sentimental…’’ He started, choosing his words carefully. ‘’But I saw this on Takonadona, when we were at that market in the village. I didn’t go looking for it, it just— stood out…’’
You look at him, still confused as you watch him struggling explaining— something. But then, without another word, you see Obi-Wan pulling out a small wrapped up cloth from his pocket. And he gently hands it to you. You watched him for a moment but then slowly take it from him. Eyes flicking between him and the gift.
‘’What’s the occasion?’’ You ask after a long moment. And Obi-Wan looked down. Contemplating his awnser.
‘’It reminded me of you.’’ He said softly and his eyes met yours. You weren’t sure what else to say so you looked down and your fingers carefully untie the strap. Then you fold open the cloth and see what it holds.
Obi-Wan noticed the way you froze.
You saw the delicate heart-shaped necklace which looked to be made out of a pearl, the iridescent and glimmering surface almost gave you the illusion of it faintly glowing. It was simple. Subtle even, despite it’s light reflecting qualities. It took you a moment to be able to breath properly again.
‘’… Obi-Wan,’’ You spoke softly.
‘’It— I almost didn’t notice it. But when I was walking past some stalls, it caught my eye…’’ He explained quietly. Obi-Wan didn’t know why he felt the need to explain himself. But he did.
After a moment you look up at him, feeling a heaviness in your chest. ‘’But why? It’s— It’s beautiful. But I don’t understand..’’
He hesitated. Obi-Wan wasn’t sure how to tell you. Because he couldn’t even admit it to himself without feeling like he had crossed a few lines. But he didn’t want to lie either.
‘’There’s something about it.’’ He eventually started. ‘’The way it catches light- it’s subtle. But it shows more color the longer you look. And it’s soft— but not fragile. It’s… centered. The seller told me it was made out of the insides of shells. Because even the most hidden parts of them can reflect the most light. And when I held it, I thought, this feels like you.’’
That explanation hit something deeper in you. And you open your mouth to say something- but you can’t.
‘’It doesn’t mean anything—’’ Obi-Wan quickly added, even though it did. ‘’’Not like that I just—’’ His voice faltered for a moment as you looked at him. ‘’I thought you should have something that reminded you of how others see you, when… when you can’t.”
You lowered her gaze then, fingers closing around the necklace carefully, almost reverently. After a moment you’re able to voice your thoughts, although quietly.
“…I don’t deserve something like this.”
Obi-Wan turned to you then, and placed a gentle but steadying hand on your arm.
‘’You always say that. And it’s never true.’’ He told you gently.
You clench your jaw for a moment. The soft ripples of the water infront of them suddenly being the only sound around them.
You eventually unclasp the chain, slowly and still usure. Almost afraid to wear something this pretty. You’d recieved gifts before in your life, but not many. And never ones that were this… Meaningful. Even though it didn’t mean anything, like he said, but you could almost feel the small pendant weighing heavy with unspoken significance.
After a moment of hesitation you lift the chain and slip it around your neck. Fingers fumbling slightly at the clasp but you managed to secure it. The pendant settling just over your sternum, light reflecting on it from the sun.
Obi-Wan’s breath caught.
It looked better on you than he had imagined. Somehow even more you than earlier—like it belonged. The way the gold chain blended with your skin, how the pearlescent shimmer complimented the colors in her eyes—he couldn’t look away.
‘’You were right… It does feel like me…’’ You spoke quietly after a moment and look back at him. Realizing yet again that Obi-Wan was one of the few people in your life who actually saw you. ‘’Thank you.’’
Obi-Wan noticed the way it affected you, and the way you let it show. And he slowly nodded.
‘’I’m glad.’’
Then quieter he added something else which made your heart skip a beat. ‘’It brings out your eyes..’’
The words slipped out before Obi-Wan could stop himself. They weren’t improper. But closer to an edge than he usually let himself go.
Your lips turn into a hesitant smile as your cheeks flush slightly.
He noticed.
You didn’t say anything more. You didn’t need to, not with him. Just let your shoulder gently lean against his for a long moment. Neither of you spoke. For a long time.
As if that one heart-shaped pearl hold every truth they could never speak aloud. But it was louder than any words they’ve kept hidden like the pearlescent shimmer of the insides of the toughest shell. They’ve both managed to crack the other open over the years. And the longer the gaze at eachother, the more beauty they find. Leaving them in awe. But still some parts were hidden, beneath that glimmering surface of a distraction. Because if that one truth came out, the porselain would crack, and ruin the rainbows of colors that were once reflecting so radiantly. But if it did manage to crack one day… Would everything fall apart? Would the other look at them any differently when the walls crumble down? Or would they be astonished? Because all of the cracked tapestries of carefully woven walls reflect more light than one could possible fathom?
Maybe one day these two shells wil be brave enough to find out. The particular gleam of the pendant only being reflected in the other’s eyes. But for now, a small heart-shaped piece of fate had passed between the two. Which has carefully woven them together and are now possibly closer to the awnser.
I'm honestly surprised why this has only 50 kudos??? It needs to have more kudos right now??? go read it if you want Vader trying to make Obi-Wan Fall, Soul-bonds, Non-suited extremely possessive Darth Vader, creepy stuff, Force Stuff which is Interesting, Multiple lifetimes force shenanigans!
romaincrisis
tangentwithtanner
ellievsbear
discoholicmusic
andulkaphoto
prguitarman
pixelskylines
kianamaiart
theartofmadeline
