I can’t help thinking about how cool @cremsie Fursona is, i love how confident she is with that mane, and I wish I can be that confident with out my main, so I decided to join the oc fanart train and did this (added my Lil lion guy just for fun, he’s 4 foot >:3c)
……. oH dear I hope I got the pronouns right owo;;;
“Is Bruce in here?” Tim figured he might be— Bruce spent a lot of time in the children’s wing of Wayne Enterprises. There were a dozen or so kids in daycare most weekdays, and Bruce liked to hang out.
Tim liked to hang out too. They had nice snacks, and he’d known most of the kids since they were toddlers. And sometimes naps were mandatory.
“Conference call,” Damian told him. (For someone who claimed to hate naps, snackfood, kids, and humanity in general, Damian also spent a lot of time in the children’s wing.) “I don’t know where.”
He went back to what he was doing, which was arranging a set of pewter soldiers into a complex model of a battlefield, presumably for the benefit of the preschooler sitting next to him.
“The Battle of Issus, 333 BC.”
“Right, obviously.” Tim decided he was curious, so he settled down on the mats to watch. Damian finished his model; he pulled a marker from the art table and used it as a pointer.
“Okay. This is the Macedonian army, outnumbered but in the better tactical position, south of the Pinarus River. Their leader is Alexander the Great. And this—” He pointed to his enemy line. “—is the Achaemenid Empire. They’re about to lose.”
Damian tapped his marker on the Macedonian right. “This is the companion calvary, Alexander’s elite force, and they—” he cut off when he noticed his pupil digging in the toy bin, clearly distracted. The kid came up with a battered Transformer, which he set behind Damian’s lines.
“Elliot. Alexander did not have robots.”
“But,” said Tim, rummaging through the box himself, “did he have wizards?” He pulled a bearded magician out of the tub and held it up for Damian to see.
“You know he didn’t.”
Tim passed the wizard to Elliot. “But what if he did?”
“How would that go?”
“Abracadabra, Alexander!” Elliot yelled, gleefully smashing through Damian’s entire left flank.
“Damn it, Drake.” Damian sighed in frustration— not quite the rise Tim was hoping for, but still something. He dropped Elliot’s discarded robot back into the box.
“I don’t know what you were expecting,” Tim told him. “Elliot’s four. He’s too young for— what is this— military history?”
“He was doing fine before you showed up.” Damian started to re-erect his soldiers, but he gave it up after Elliot came in for a second pass. “Which is typical, isn’t it?”
“Thank you.” Damian crossed his arms. “Fine. I’ll bite. When is he supposed to learn this kind of thing?”
“High school? Maybe never.”
“That can’t be right.”
“Have I ever lied to you?”
“Frequently.” Damian rolled his eyes. “I’m getting a second opinion.”
Damian checked the room for potential allies. “Thomas?” he called over his shoulder, “You learned military strategy as a kid, right?”
Duke looked up from the book he was reading to a pair of kindergardeners. “Just you, man.”
“Told you.” Tim fished a bag of plastic ninja from the toy box and arranged them pointedly into a row. “How are you still surprised by this kind of thing?”
Damian glared at him. “Okay, first of all? I’m not a— hold on a second. Elliot!”
Elliot froze with a large, plastic dinosaur held aloft over the battlefield. He drew it sheepishly back to his chest. “Sorry.”
“Not in the calvary wing,” Damian told him. “You’ll scare the horses.”
“Here?” Elliot pointed to the front of the phalanx.
“Aim for his center.” Damian turned back to Tim. “Anyway. Why are you still talking to me? I thought we had an agreement about unnecessary contact.”
Bjorn: “- Did you have fun last night?” Sofia: “- It was ok … I don’t wanna go to mom’s tonight, can we stay in your apartment?” Bjorn: “- Sorry honey, Dina can have the baby any time now, so I have to be with her. You can come with me? Elsa is already there.” Sofia: “- No thank you, the last thing I wanna see right now is another preggo…” Bjorn: “- Sofia, you need to stop treating your mom like this. We’re all the same boat here. This is how it is now, like it or not.” Sofia: “*SIGH* but what if I stay in your apartment alone? Just tonight? I’ll go downstairs tomorrow and say hi to mom …and the baby… I promise!” Bjorn: “… We’ll see, I’ll think about it. I have to stop for gas.”
I have a love/hate thing with slow burn ships, more so love than hate. I love watching the journey of these two individuals falling for one another, trying to hide their feelings and unfortunately getting in a relationship or two that’s not gonna last and then the other person is still there for them. They even try to support each other although it broke their heart to see them with someone that’s not them. Then it’s like a light goes off and they realized “wtf were we doing? I love you, c’mere!” and it’s like
OMG, it’s magical and I’m like yes, yes as if I’m somehow in their relationship and apart of this.
But then….it’s like half of the time I’m screaming at them to get their ish together and make it official, but yeah it’s cute. I love the journey although they have killed me about 50 times during it.