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Okay 2025 can end. I'm writing off the year. So sorry about the delays in posting. I am actively writing and editing, but my life has been a full death spiral and at max I might get a paragraph done in a week.

Will I quit my job and become a barista? Will I get into to a doctor and get answers on if I need more treatment before the holidays? Will my dog's medical bills rival my own this summer? Tune in next year for the answers

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Y'know how the time between noon and evening is called afternoon?

We need a similar word for the time between midnight and dawn.

I think the closest term we have right now is "past midnight" but it might be fun to come up with another term.

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When your bf is a yapper

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Green Arrow by Tirso Cons

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Tales of the New Teen Titans #3

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Sorry for no updates, thought surgery had fixed things but I’m back in the whirlwind of tests and doctor appointments. My down time is mostly me trying to rest to keep up with work and all the chaos.

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"not always" is an understatement.

as of this comic there's Dick (it's complicated), Jason (dead), Tim (dad is still alive, pretty much just Bruce's teenage coworker), and Cass (brand new, still pretty much getting treated like a stray cat), as well as Babs, Steph, Helena, and JP who are all emphatically not his kids. does he have kids? maybe.

from Batman: Gotham Knights #1 (2000)

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Sadly not going to get to posting today. Going back to work this week, left me very drained and I didn't get to all the writing I wanted to do.

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Something everyone needs to understand about Bruce and Dick is they were Best Friends they were 13 and 27 like this 👬

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Multiplied by the Angle of the Moon

For @librarylexicon

I do hope this was what you were wanting Lily! ❤️

I’m here, not leaving Stock still and tired of your leaning In this dance like fighters in a ring Just shadow boxing the ghosts that haunt our halls A never ending problem multiplied by the angle of the moon –Can we solve ourselves and never say a word?

Dick screamed so violently he thought his throat would tear from the force of it.  He threw his body against the walls and pounded his fists on the door.  He raged in every way he could think of.  Throwing chairs against the wall, banging metal pipes against metal floors.  Were it not for the telltale drip of the water tapping a pitter-patter beat as it fell from the built-up condensation on the ceiling, he would think he had been struck deaf. 

After what seemed like an age, but he knew in reality had only been minutes, he slumped against the door and gave up attempting his racket.  The curse hadn’t just taken his voice and his ability to communicate through comms; it had taken every form of sound from him.  He couldn’t click his tongue, he couldn’t tap out morse code, not even the objects he threw clattered when they shattered or struck.  He doubted he would even be allowed to utilize sign language should there be someone to see him.  

In short, Dick was in a predicament and had no way to ask for help.  

Dick circled the room again looking for something he had missed.  The hinges were on the outside of the door so he had no hope of prying it open.  The one window in the room was reinforced glass that he didn’t have the right tools to break, and should he even make a small explosion from gutting the electric ends of his escrima sticks, a concussive blast in the small, sealed room would only end up injuring him.  He could only hope that Bruce and Tim would remember that Nightwing was on board the ship and when he didn’t eventually return, they would come find him.  

Dick glanced at his earwig laying on the floor where he had thrown it in frustration.  He wondered if Tim was still rambling about where he could be, or if Bruce was still muttering threats at him for going dark.  Not that Dick had meant to go dark.  No, Nimue had seen to his silence.  Dick cursed his luck that he’d come across her while investigating an odd light coming from the ship.  Whatever ceremony he’d interrupted, she’d not been pleased.  

Dick waited a total of two and a half hours before he heard Bruce’s voice calling out for him in the hallway.  

Dick instinctively called out a reply and then felt his jaw snap shut–once again soundlessly.  Closing his eyes, he gritted his teeth and felt air push between them.  Frustrated didn’t even begin to cover how he felt.  He was tired, trapped, and completely muzzled by a curse. 

“Nightwing!”  Batman’s voice sounded hoarse and thick.  

Continue reading on AO3

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Here we are at the end everyone—Creators are now REVEALED for the 2025 Dick Grayson Exchange!

Head on over to the EXCHANGE COLLECTION to see all the amazing works created by so many brilliant writers and artists.

As of right now, the Collection has 98 works, 37 of those being treats 😍 Everyone was so generous with their time and creativity!

HERE you can find the Dick-tectives Sleuthing Sheet to show what guesses people made during the anonymous period, and who was right about what!

If you haven't yet commented on your gift(s), please make an attempt to show your Giftor some love! Also, now that the Anon period is over, I encourage you all the revisit the other works in the Collection and show everybody else some kudos and comments love!

I can't even describe how fun this event was. Seeing all your enthusiasm, dedication, and excitement as we moved through every step of the exchange—it was such a wonderful experience, and I am so thrilled to have run it with y'all.

We will be back again next year for another round of this exchange! With some fun changes 👀 I truly look forward to seeing you all there. Until next time 😉💙

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i dont think i left out any important characters 🤞cant wait to see the results!

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You've been on the throne for 12 years and the people are happy. Your beard has grown flecked with grey and your bones start to ache. You've given up waiting for the hero. Wars have ended and trade is booming. The land has seen glory and now all that is left for you to do is set up your son as your successor.

Finally after decades of peace and prosperity you lay on your bed surrounded by whispered bickering. As you pass from this world you hear something that brings the prophecy to mind. You hadn't considered it in years. Why would you? But you find that your son's words are true.

It was all just a matter of time. Time was the answer you waited for all along. Time had made you change and seek different things than the man you had been in your youth. Dreams to conquer and to seek power had made way for a love for your people, and a wish to root out injustices. Time had tempered your heart, and lead you to wisdom. And at long last Time came to finally, just as those ancient words had promised, to relive the kingdom to make way for a ruler that would be just and kind, and love it's people better than you ever could- one who would see the land for the marvel that it true was, one that had taken you far too long to see.

You smile at your son and know that Time had made him a better man than you could have ever dreamt.

You’re the villain in a prophecy—but the hero hasn't shown up. Years pass, the world waits, and you slowly start building the kingdom you were supposed to destroy

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Still working on the next chapter of Nothing but the Truth. I'm hoping to have it done by next Sunday. It's been a bit slow. I thought I would have more writing time while being off work but turns out that the reason they have you be off work after surgery is because you can't work. Who knew?

I also have a work that is currently on Anon for two more days for the Dick Grayson Exchange 2025, So I will post a link to that once it's off Anon.

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