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the future belongs to me. my name is wally west. I'M THE FLASH.
written by noct.
#STANDING OVATION#dicks husband fr#also this promo looks so fucking cool noct youve DONE IT AGAIN#* promo
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you can't choose your past, but you can choose your future. and your friends. ( #𝐛𝐞𝐚𝟓𝐭𝐛𝐨𝐲 - an independent, private, and selective writing blog for 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧 / 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 of 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘴. est. 09/2024. by sarah. © )
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𝙙𝙪𝙙𝙚, 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙪𝙥! ( #bea5tboy - an independent, private, and selective writing blog for 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧 / 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 of 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘴. est. 09/2024. )
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F.Y.I. call me Katie, and an arrow ends up in your eye —– extremely private and low activity roleplay blog for former New York society deb 𝙆𝘼𝙏𝙀 𝘽𝙄𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙋, so impressed Captain America on the battlefield that he gave her Clint Barton's bow and dubbed her the new 𝙃𝘼𝙒𝙆𝙀𝙔𝙀.
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There is a method to my madness, you know.
#dicks froomie!!! (friend roomie) (dick instantly gets punched in the face) (by me)#very cool blog#* promo
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i have to find another path. 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆. one uniquely mine. not a page from someone else's book. not a fate that begins and ends on page one.
𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐉𝐎𝐀𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐊𝐀 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐋𝐄 ! highly selective with low activity. coded by alice.
i have a new life now. one i like — one that fulfills me. it's not the same as the one i had before, but it's good. 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓.
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🐈⬛ 𝐋𝐢𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝. 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 🐈⬛
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BUT. there was always a but. for some reasons his friends thought that the blow was softened with a but, but a bullet shot with a silencer hurt all the same. he sighs, and turns his head away from her, face illuminated by the flashing screens. around them the surrounding consoles ebbed and flowed with the world's stresses. a reminder that even now, his stillness was useless. he knows this about himself. has been told it a thousand times over by every titan he'd ever loved, and still it grated at him like sandpaper on skin. " i ask for help when i need it. " he negates, that little thread of rationality pushing at his conscience only to be thoroughly squashed down. " and right now, i'm fine. " his gaze bores into the profile of her face. searching, hoping for something he can't, or maybe won't, name. he was fine because he had to be. why couldn't they see that? her next words hit with the full force of a well-intended blow. no brace, no deflection. the thing he'd most feared about himself and the thing he most fought against. was he fighting to end the fight, or for love of it? it was easy to convince himself of the former when there was an end goal, but in cases like this, why, WHY can't he just let some things go?? and at the very least, why couldn't he at least pretend he could? but maybe that was the problem with a team so inter-woven in each other. so connected the edges of the individual started to fray --- they saw you even when you tried to hide. " that's not fair. it's not just about being right, it's that we can't afford to be wrong. " all but ignoring the peace side of her inquiry. he would give ANYTHING for peace. he currently is, even. giving everything he is and has in the pursuit of peace but he's beginning to question what that would even look like. the screens all but mock him as he looks to them for guidance. for understanding, for something, anything to make the hurt worth it all. at the very least, it seemed to have been rebooted properly, and that unraveled at least some small part of his tension. he sighs, gaze dropping momentarily before rising to meet koriand'r's green. " look, i'm not trying to be a hardass because i enjoy it. " a shaky hand runs through his hair and he wishes, distantly, they'd been having this conversation suited up. as nightwing and starfire rather than dick and kory. a foolish ask by a foolish man, considering no mask has ever been enough to hide him from her. " i believe in us and this team, but sometimes that includes making calls you don't agree with. "
> @fightwing … like thee starter.
the star-crossed ( ex ) lovers were busying themselves with arguments coming down a hallway of the tower. they'd been going at it for what seemed like forever... so much so that they were being avoided by any & all members that could see reason. an interjection from starfire, “ i didn’t mean—————— “ she stops herself short. it’s not worth it. it’s already brutal enough; their intellect & conversations surrounding emotion. she dare say this might’ve been the thing she missed the least about the tower since her brief leave in the name of self—discovery. they’d already entered the room they needed to reside in: it’s best to do what they came for & go.
titan’s intelligence terminal & criminal - activity tracker was on the fritz; and seemingly since victor was nowhere to be found... star would have to be acting technician. now seated in a chair, nails clicking... she'd continue to dish out frustration. “ i think you’re a great leader, dick. you possess a great heart. but —————— “ a bite upon her bottom lip, she didn’t want this to come off gritty. he didn’t deserve malice despite being the reason that… it wasn’t the time for that, star. a deeper sigh and slow—blinks to conjure lighter steps around touchier subjects. a metaphor might’ve been more useful in a time like this, “ you get lost & you do not ask for help, nor do you like when people come and find you.. “ personal experiences as it may. way too many times had she been at the bloody beak of a bird who wanted to soar, when she desperately just wanted to fly with him. but again… topics for a different time.
there’s stillness in the room: to which they both knew the star loathed. it’s there you can hear her body hum for something greater than this, twitching fingers & a bouncing leg, skies & clouds just out of reach. so she fills it with conversation ( more so confrontation ). “ —————but do you think it would change anything? if someone were to find you peace? or are you still so desperate to be right that you end up wrong in the end? “
her own answer was no: she loved him, she was in love with him once, but even then she knew.. he was far too headstrong for his own good. unreasonably so. regrettably she’d stoop so low to say that he was just like his father in that way, both in affection &.. —————— she’d busy herself with the terminal. acting as though her heart wasn’t heavy & she couldn’t feel baby—blues staring at the side of her head for comfort. the star wanted to give it to him. the murmur of her very being whispered reassurance… but she denied them both that access to solace with a simple click of a button. out popped a holographic reflection of the earth… color-coded blips reflecting places criminal activity was talking place. fixed, hopefully.
#'and i know how to ask for help' (several people are typing...)#pinkbolts#i love them but i specifically love them when they get real like this#i want to shake dick grayson like an etch-a-sketch so that all the stupid might fall out#ty for the starter!!#v. tbd.
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inadvertently, i drew a wide shot, full shot and close up
why isn't there a nightwing: the animated series btw? is it because his name is dick grayson??
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it's not a question of IF, it's a question of when and when comes swiftly and with a novelty bang. there's something soothing about a fair --- like a warm blanket on a winter night, there's a camaraderie and comfort he just doesn't find anywhere else, that feels like a home he can only ever visit in his dreams. dick looks at babs' teasing grin as she passes it to him, the way the flashing lights highlight her freckles and spark her intelligent green eyes. maybe it's the company too. he laughs, accepting the cowled toy, pretending to hold it close to his heart. " how did you know? " dick's arm wraps around her shoulders almost instinctively as they walk away from the booth. the little batman on his shoulder (this time, not in his mind only) staring with all the menace of an improperly stuffed toy. babs' words and the flutter they cause in his chest reminds him a lot of stuff hasn't changed. the same childish blush dusting his cheeks at the mere proximity to his crush. the same, always the same beautiful companion. " the same handsome date? " he teases. the same date, but this time dick's got the confidence and the place to accent it with a kiss to her wind-swept cheek.
𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 . . . // @fightwing
teeth pull on her bottom lip, green eyes narrowing in on her target. logical mind is making calculations in seconds. speed, distance, angle. lips quirk upwards into a smirk, a glint in her eye. she's got this. arm pulls back, a deep breath in, before realising the ball in her hand with calculated force. the attendant lets out a low whistle as it hits the desired target. bullseye. ❝ i'll take the batman. ❞ head nods to the plush hanging above their heads from the roof of the stall. the attendant makes a comment about no one ever hitting the bullseye, barbara shrugs as if it's no big deal before turning to her date. ❝ for you, dear. ❞
it's been years since she's been to the fairground. there's not much time left for fun when the fate of the city often relies on how well she performs her second job. so when the subject of going on an actual date, spending time together away from computer screens and spandex, well it seemed like a good place to go. ❝ i haven't been here since we were kids. ❞ the smirk on her lips turns nostalgic. she remembers running from the haunted house to the ferris wheel, pulling dick by the hand with a laugh. ❝ it hasn't changed at all. ❞
#FAIR DATE FAIR DATE FAIR DATE#enrichment time for the circus lovers#ioracle#sorry this took so long but i love it here#v. tbd.#dick said if i dont get a compliment from my beautiful girlfriend i will die on sight
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highly - selective, mutual exclusive bruce banner/the incredible hulk of marvel comics. 616 based. written by fox since 2017 (rebooted Sep 2024).
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* 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥𝗕𝗨𝗧𝗟𝗘𝗥 : ' 𝙰𝙷 𝚈𝙴𝚂, 𝙶𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙼 𝙲𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝙳𝚂 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙾𝚂. 𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙎𝙃𝙊𝘾𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂, 𝚂𝙸𝚁. ' privately written canon+ A.LFRED P.ENNYWORTH of d.c's 𝙳𝙴𝚃𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙲𝚂 / 𝙱𝙰𝚃𝙼𝙰𝙽 𝙵𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙷𝙸𝚂𝙴 written and adored by nika.
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،، what I am is a 𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋 ── an idea that 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 can be a 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖔 * . . . indie private and selective rp blog of BATMAN/BRUCE WAYNE, a mixed media study of the duality of a man & his crusade, penned by 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒉 (she/her, 25, latina). Personals and minors DNI.
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"hey babe? irey asked for a new style for school tomorrow...mind helping me practice?" / @flashgacy
dick's answer comes quickly, in the form of a shift to sit at the floor of wally's side of the bed, and the tip of his head backwards so that black strands might fall freely and invitingly. the very first time, it was so they could see how tight wally's french braid could be before it caused a headache. the second time was to see if mar'i's clips could withstand the whole day, and the third time was just cause dick liked his husband's fingers in his hair. " just go easy on the butterfly hair clips, those things pull like crazy. "
#flashgacy#dick said oh noooo my incredibly handsome and beautiful s/o has to play with my hair again : (((((#dad them has taken up my every last brain cell (i had one)#v. tbd.
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dick's laugh is quick, a breath of air and then the speedy decision to conserve his warmth. the promise of more, later. " i'll t-thank him later. " he manages to get out, chasing the lingering heat and comfort that was wally's cowled forehead to his. they would always find each other, even lost in a snowstorm, but with jai's trembling figure under his palm, his anxieties had mounted to a worrying degree. the familiar rush of wind signified his brief moment of isolation, but in that solitude he felt nothing but relief that jai had been returned home so quickly. dick's legs lift from the ground in the next instant, and it's only years of practice that have him cradling into it rather than fighting against. the cold helps too, as dick buries his frozen nose in the juncture between his husband's neck and shoulder, words muffled there but warm when he says. " we were trying to go to the nice grocery store on the other side of t-town. " it was supposed to be a surprise, but dick guesses spontaneous siberian winters are as surprising as it gets. he didn't know if he'd count that as a win though. " i think he tripped and tried to fix it by over-correcting. t-took us off course until exhaustion caught up to him and we crash landed here. " dick knows with surety what the cold could do to a speedster, so his mind is already thinking of all the remedies that might help jai recover quickest. he'd need his strength back, fast. " do we have any of those old speedster bars at home? "
like most people, the snow isn't wally's favorite weather for a run. even with superspeed, it's always a pain to wade through a blizzard. it slows him down. the bits of snow turn to shards when they hit the bare part of his face. but he toughs it out, for the sake of his husband and kid turning into icicles a million miles away from home.
the surge of relief he feels when dick and jai come into sight is worth it all. worth anything. " no thanks for the flash? " he jokes, a way to cope with the anxiety, sliding in alongside the two. once they're within reach, wally can't help but wrap both arms around them. like he's hoping to warm them with his EMBRACE alone.
he can't. but he can use his speed to produce a bit of heat. so that's what he does. " okay, yeah. " wally doesn't exactly like leaving dick out in a snowstorm, even if it'll barely be a couple ticks of a clock, but transporting the both of them across continents would be more difficult. and jai's out of juice. will likely end up sick.
he bumps his forehead with dick's before he goes.
jai tucked in his arms, he runs him to their home in bludhaven. makes sure he's SAFE with his brother and sisters before blinking back into the storm to pick up dick.
" we haven't had the twins speed you anywhere since the incident with irey. " he says, ducking down to scoop dick up in his arms. that wasn't a fun night, nursing his husband with a nasty case of speed - motion sickness. " what happened? "
#flashgacy#they were literally made for dadmode#double the dad jokes oh i fear for the gray-west families sense of humor#v. tbd.#this thread has me giggling and twirling my hair i love this family
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i can feel it now, like batman used to. electricity and guilt, shadows and sadness . . . kinetic energy and hope.
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⌨ What’s a situation you’ve always wanted to RP with the muse?
ANYTHINGGGG AGENT 37, i know it's quite literally meant to alienate dick from his loved ones but i just think there's sooooo much potential there. like dick has FACE WARPING technology implemented in his brain, his every movement is tracked so he can never go home, and all of his family and friends think he's dead (had a straight up funeral for his very public death) and the idea that any of his loved ones could've run into him, felt in their chest that there was something SO FAMILIAR about this dude and thought they were seeing a ghost just has so much angst potential. dick wanting to tell them, wanting to reach out to them but knowing he'd get them killed as well as himself if he did, it's just so juicy. also dick's only form of communication with back home was bruce, and bruce goes through an amnesia plot a few weeks in meaning dick is cut off from anyone and everyone who ever cared about him, and now he's a criminal spy which is a very hard switch for 'if there is no hope, i will be the hope' dickolas. it wasn't perfect but i really enjoyed the spyr.al storyline and am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure to get into it also talon threads (hi kaja <3), every au ever (especially like star tr.ek or marv.el plots, or just generally world building an au), dick's time as bman, grew up together robi.n aus, vamp king, titan.s everything, and honestly anything new and/or crossover i wanna explore some more
#also i would sell all my riches ($1.47) for a tig.er rper#one of my all time favorite dynamics#tige.r who knows dicks not built for this life but is stupidly capable of it#tig.er who would kill him if given the chance (threatening) (endearing)#ty for the ask <3333 i give u a kiss#* answered#* i'd love to write but it's just not realistic / ooc.#* musings
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