I Think They Like Jazz🤓

Hiii

Battison jealous of smol dick’s and clark’s new friendship

wait till he finds out that uncle clark is superman

Don't mind me, I'm just going absolutely feral over the quality Titans content today

They just want to be silly teens, make stupid photos and sneak beers, not save the World from everything

Reference:

I hate tiktok

Starfire's design by me💫

I just want to make all titans like that

I’ve been reading nothing but Nightwing angst the past week. Those fics that have Dick crumbling under the weight of his eldest daughter syndrome and then the rest of the family has to take care of him *chefs kiss*

Away eastward the sun was rising red out of the mists that lay thick on the world. Touched with gold and red the autumn trees seemed to be sailing rootless in a shadowy sea.

It's a wip wednesday and this week's word for word game wednesday is blink so. This is a little snippet from a thing I started writing on a whim a long time ago that I might never finish but still wanted to share it

Cw: depressed state, omegaverse

The mug filled with tea clinked softly when he placed it down on the table. Dick didn’t look up at him, didn’t thank him with a smile like he normally would. He just kept staring into space, with a hand unconsciously placed on his stomach.

”Your tea, little bird.” Slade said gently.

He took a seat next to Dick, close enough that their thighs touched. When Dick still didn’t move, Slade pressed a kiss to the mating bite on his neck and only then Dick shuddered slightly, blinking a few times.

”Slade,” he breathed out when he realized his mate was back with him in the room. ”What is it?”

”I brought you some tea, baby” Slade rumbled, lips still against his skin. He let out a bit of his protective scent, trying to hide how worried he was feeling deep inside. It was normal. It happened after every heat and it was the most normal thing but that still didn’t stop Slade from hating it.

Dick nuzzled under his jaw, scenting him back. His scent was a bit sour with sadness and grief but Slade didn’t mind it at all. It will pass, in a few days. Maybe even tomorrow, if they’re lucky.

”Thank you.” The omega whispered. He reached for the mug but didn’t drink from it. Instead he just held it in his hands and kept staring at the wall, lost in his thoughts.

Slade felt sick.

Part 1

Being at Wayne Manor was a stress for Richard. Of course, big and dark house makes the kid feels a lot of fears, but one day, Dickie met HIM...

......yeah, that's about what I'd imagine for Bludhaven's avatar, too. And of course Bludhaven loves Dick right back. 💕