#simblings

"For a wolf pup, the comfiest bed is your big sister"

Still struggling to draw things right now, but here are these. I feel like you can see the exact order I drew those Luffy busts in lol

My sister and I have been re-binging One Piece, we’re in the Wano arc

I forgot how much I feel about Ace & Luffy (& Sabo but i haven’t gotten around to figuring out how to draw him yet lol.)

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Summary:

What constitutes getting yanked out of bed at 3am and dragged across Gotham? A code purple of course!

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Steph "kidnapps" Duke for sibling bonding

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Damian Wayne and Stephanie Brown sibling bonding

A03

Damian knows she enjoys playing the piano that it is her way to release stress.

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She just performs on those unusual nights after a disaster. When they have seen their loved ones nearly die far too many times. Those nights in which they seek comfort in between the walls of the empty manor, when they are all far too exhausted, and can't get to fall asleep.

The first time he heard her play, was after a fight with Scarecrow. Drake, Stephanie, and Damian had all three been dosed with fear toxin. And Even with the antidote and a sedative running through his veins, Damian couldn't bring his mind to stop.

A symphony, filled with words and feeling way too hard to say out loud, began to replenish the silence. Something about the way emotions infiltrated the melodies allowed him to feel safer. It didn't last for long, nonetheless, it was enough to make him feel warm. When the comforting sound stopped, he realized the silence was louder than he remembered.

Alfred was the one who told him Stephanie had played the piano that night. He also informed him that she rarely did it, and forbade him to make fun of her, not that he was planning to do it.

It didn't take him long to realize that he wasn't the only one who noticed. They were small changes, not remarkable for the untrained eye. Like the silent and fearful exchanges between Cassandra and Drake. The way Alfred seemed to be more careful around her than normal. Or the worried glances even his father would send in Stephanie's direction.

At first, he wondered why nobody talked about it. They have all heard her play, however, nobody acknowledges it out loud, not in front of her.

Then, he realized that one(1) Stephanie Brown was still a broke college student; who, perhaps, couldn't buy a piano. That was probably the only reason she used the one in the manor; he suspected nobody was even supposed to know. And maybe they were just worried she might stop if they point it out.

And two(2), it only happened when she appeared to be at the edge of a breakdown.

Then nights after the most demanding missions and whenever Stephanie hung around, he waited for the sound of the piano. Some nights, melodies filled the silence and he found himself sleeping more adequately a warm feeling in his chest.

He was conflicted about it, though. When she played, he felt better, but the fact Stephanie just played when she was stressed concerned him.

There wasn't something very different that night. They had a massive Arkham breakdown, drake had been shot, Duke broke his arm, Steph had been stabbed and he had a slight concussion. It was a tough night, yes, but not unusual.

But there is this voice in his head, (that doesn't exactly sound like Richard, Alfred nor Stephanie's, he wonders if it is his own) that tells him to go.

He didn't realize what he had done until he found himself in the main library, standing beside the piano. Stephanie just sat there, glaring at him. She was tense, he noted, each of her muscles reflected it.

None of them say anything. He inhaled heavily before sitting beside her.

“Play along with me, ” he said, attempting not to make it sound like an order and still not let any weakness show.

That was all it took, they played for hours. He doesn't remember how much time they played. Or which songs. But it didn't matter, he was safe, they both were.

They started to do it more often. Some nights, when things were too silent and his mind too loud, he will go to her room, knock at the door, and they would play along. Sometimes, she was the one dragging him. But no matter what, it would make things better.

Stephanie Brown, unlike the rest, had chosen to be there. She decided he needed a hand and gave him someone to rely on. She had shown him new things and encouraged him to take breaks and do things he liked.

When Charm comes home to visit, Brick greets him with the same routine every time..

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