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#IsBruceWayneBatman: a social media au | Part I

you know how most of the things humans use as spices are poisonous or repellent to most other mammals? and you know how anything vaguely d&d inspired has dwarves being way more poison resistant than even humans?

dwarf cuisine shouldn’t be bland, it should be unimaginably spicy and potentially harmful or fatal to humans. like green potato and rhubarb leaf salad with a festive garnish of yew berries and deadly nightshade berries, that kind of thing.

I like to imagine that in any atla modern au, aang still, for some reason, finds a reason to beat ozai’s ass

OBI-WAN KENOBI 1.01 | Part I

Boil, while the 212 is relaxing: Sir, if you don't mind me asking, how are you so good at all this war stuff? I thought the Jedi were peacekeepers?

Obi Wan: Oh, I suppose no one ever told you about Melida/Daan, then. Well, when I was younger....

*Thirty traumatizing minutes later

Obi Wan: And that's how I was part of a rebellion and sold into slavery at 13!

All the troopers, in horrified silence:

Wooley, raising his hand: Sir?

Obi Wan: Yes, Wooley?

Wooley, teary eyed: Permission to hug?

Obi Wan, concerned: Of course, are you alrigh-

Obi Wan, buried under several hundred troopers: Little help

Cody: Sorry sir, you're staying here for forever.

Boil: And then a little longer

#I LOVE EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THE 212TH #BUT ESPECIALLY THAT ONE THAT JUST JUMPS ON A SPIDER DROID #YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO GO THAT HARD MY FRIEND BUT I LOVE YOU FOR IT

Humans have no time for other planet’s savior complexes.

The first huge battle between us and an outer space fleet happened before we even got out of our solar system. They flew down and held the planet hostage, made threats, the whole shebang. The Galactic Syndicate catches word of it; one of the warring planets taking control of a tiny, defenseless planet right on the edge of their borders? Well, that doesn’t look good for them.

So they send ships down. The moment those doors open, the aliens have a gun in their face and a very angry, bruised, and beaten human glaring at them.

What they hadn’t been made aware of was that the humans had, more or less competently, handled the invasion. However, the introduction of outer space aliens had been somewhat of a shock to them and, as the human explained in less polite words, they had had their fill of outer space life forms, thank you very much.

But now Earth is on the map. News of their competence in the fight against their invaders passes through the systems and planet upon planet send down delegations to attempt to form relations with these strange new creatures. More often than not, they offer protection, with the uninformed belief that these soft, little bipeds need a strong defender. Those emissaries return to their planets rather hastily and steadfastly refuse to return to the backwater little planet.

Since then, many more invasions have happened on Earth, but no matter how many fleets are sent to help defend the humans, they are turned away. Some of the elders in the Syndicate claim it is human arrogance, refusing any help, stubborn, stupid creatures. Others find it fascinating, courageous, and a little bit sexy.

But the truth is, humans don’t trust well, and we don’t like to be in debt. We know how fast we can turn on each other; how fast do you think it would take for a mysterious, scientifically advanced, military deep space species to do the same, good intentions be damned?

No, best just to handle it ourselves.

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