#I could fall for him so easily

[the-winds-of-destiny-xxx]

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[kettlefire]

As Good as Good Gets (DP X DC Snippet)

Richard "Dick" Grayson is the golden child. In the eyes of the public, and in the eyes of the league. Dick is a sweet, caring son, a man who went from being a sidekick to being a hero. The pipeline from Robin to Nightwing had many people applauding his dedication to keeping Gotham safe.

No one knew the full story, not truly. No one but Bruce Wayne himself. And maybe a certain butler. Many don't know that Dick only became Robin to stop him from hunting down and killing the man who killed his parents.

No one really knows about the harsh fights and arguments he has had with Bruce. The times when Dick would find himself cut off from the Wayne name for a week or so. No one knows that the first person Dick warmed up to was Alfred. Having been bribed with cookies.

Things weren't always this good, trusting, happy relationship between Bruce and Dick. It had been a rough ride, a complicated one. But that was okay, because it got better.

Dick stopped being so moody and angsty. He grew up, he learned, and he changed. He became an older brother, found people that needed him. Needed him in a way that the citizens of Gotham didn't need him.

His brothers like to call him annoying. A goody two shoes who Bruce trusted more than everyone else. They couldn't fathom how someone like Dick could be so stupid and bubbly at all times.

All times, except when shit hits the fans. Despite the name calling, despite coining Dick as the stupid Wayne. They all knew better. They knew that when it mattered, Dick Grayson always pulled through. He was a force to be reckoned with when needed.

The whole Wayne family was a force to be reckoned with when called for. It didn't have to be under the guise of costumes and vigilante acts. Whether he was Officer Grayson or Nightwing, Dick was a man with his morals and values.

One night on patrol as Officer Grayson, Dick found someone who needed that force. A force willing to protect and care for the innocent. The hurt. The damaged, yet still good.

It started like any other night. A call of shots fired by an empty warehouse. There was no sighting or knowledge of any rouges being there, so Dick took the call. Told the team he'll contact them if it seems more than just a civilian incident.

The warehouse was dark, reeked of copper and oil. It didn't take long for Dick to find the trail. The liquid he found looked like the person had been dragged before walking. There was a clear struggle, even with the mess and emptiness that was the warehouse.

That wasn't Dick's biggest concern. The concern lay in just how much blood there was. Too much for any normal person to lose and still manage to stumble through the warehouse.

It wasn't just blood. It wasn't that much, but Dick could spot the strangeness in the liquid. The mixed in green that had an eerily similar color and glow as a certain pit.

Without thinking, Dick followed the trail. Barely remembering to make contact with his family. Give them an update on what he found. Words telling him to stay put for backup went in one ear and out the other.

Something in Dick's gut was telling him he couldn't wait. He needed to find the source. Whoever was currently bleeding out in this warehouse. He silenced the comm, moving further through the dimly lit building.

Then Dick found it. Or more so, he found him. It was just a boy. A boy that reminded Dick too much of the youngest Wayne. A boy sat against a wall, looking pale and weak.

Red and green coated the front of the boy's shirt, arms wrapped tightly around his middle. An attempt to stem the bleeding. A puddle had already started to form beneath the boy, and Dick moved without thinking once again.

He quickly found himself kneeling beside the boy, hands carefully reaching out. Before Dick even touched him, the boy flinched. Eyelids suddenly opened, wide and terrified blue eyes landed on Dick's.

In just that one look, Dick knew what he had to do. The haunting, terrified, and pained look in the boy's eyes told Dick everything he needed to know. The boy was in danger. Someone had hurt this kid, and it was clear it wasn't the first time.

The boy struggled weakly against Dick's touch, terrified whimpers, and barely coherent pleas spilled from the kid's lips. It had Dick's heart aching, clear as day the poor kid has been through hell and back.

It took a lot of reassurance, gentle touches, and promises of help before the kid let Dick take a look at the bleeding wound. A promise on Dick's soul had been the final thing that earned him any semblance of trust. A strange promise, but Dick was willing to make it.

That concern turned to pure anger the moment Dick managed to pull the sticky shirt away from the wound. The sight of a Y-incision cut perfectly into the skin, stitches tight on the skin, but blood still leaking heavily from the wound.

It didn't take long for Dick to realize why. Despite the perfect surgical care of the wound, a good couple of stitches had broken. Leaving gaping spots for that red and green liquid to pour out of.

The boy was deathly silent, tears streaking down his cheek as wide blue eyes stayed trained on Dick. In that moment, Dick knew he had to help. Had to get the kid to safety, patch him up, and find out what kind of monster would do this.

It didn't matter if the kid was human or not. It didn't matter if the kid had special abilities or not. No one, absolutely no one, deserved to be vivisected.

The kid was shrouded in mystery, but that mystery only seemed to grow and become clearer when Bruce had entered the scene. The boy had tensed, eyes flashing a bright glowing green.

Lazarus pit green.

It set a pit of dread in Dick's gut. His mind brings forward memories of Jason. Jason, after his revival, after his dip in that cursed pit. The same flash that his brother would get if he got too angry. Too emotional.

As much as Dick wanted to focus on finding who did this, if it had any connection to Ra's al Ghul. He couldn't. Not when the kid tried to get up, to pull away as Bruce and the others made their way closer.

Right now, Dick only cared about making sure the boy was okay. Fixing those stitches, getting him a meal, and a warm bed.

He needed to get this kid someplace where he felt safe and secure. Comfortable and protected. Dick wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the promise he had made, but he wasn't letting anyone get to the kid.

That included his family. As strange as it seemed, Dick put himself between the others and the kid. Shooting them all a glare that they had only ever seen a handful of times.

Dick lifted the poor boy up in his arms, cradling the crying child close as he led the way out of the warehouse. Ignoring the questions or confusion coming from Bruce and the others. As Dick walked, feeling the trembling boy clinging to him, he made a rather obvious realization.

Maybe the eldest son really was more like Bruce than he expected. Just a few short moments the the boy, a boy that Dick didn't know his name, and he was ready to pull out adoption papers. To give the boy a safety he so desperately needs.

Give him the chance that Bruce had given him all those years ago.

[arsenicflame]

Ed has to be in the middle because Izzy would make sure he's completely covered by the umbrella. He does not care if Stede gets soaked. (or if he does himself, for that matter)

(Ed also has to be in the middle to stop Stede and Izzy going at each other)(violently)

[idcallmyselfhuman]

This quest was short and sweet; I enjoyed it. I was kind of afraid they were going to pull another fetch quest that jebaits you into an assassination attempt, so this was really nice.

With all the survivors' talk of how Pilgrims 'are', as well as Aiden's general attitude towards the shitheads he encounters, you can sometimes forget that first and foremost, you are playing a brother.

My favorite quests are the ones where Aiden just shows how playful he can be, contrasting his own memories of himself as a child, ever the worrywart while his sister wanted to play with him. You start to wonder how much his memories of Mia affected his personality, since that was all he could hold on to in her absence.

[ftmbruce]

i have been rolling him around in my empty ass head all day like he's a beyblade with no opponent, hes just lazily whirling around in there bouncing against the walls even when i ask him nicely to stop.

[good-to-drive]

I totally agree with the general consensus that Ringo provided a lot of emotional support and coolheadedness to the other beatles to the point where they'd have probably killed each other without him but I do also wonder sometimes how much of that is being supernaturally patient and easygoing and how much of it is Ringo just having a tumultuous and isolated childhood where he was never taught to recognize and assert his own emotional needs so he became a blank slate on which others could process their emotions

(And tbh I also wonder how an inability to access or assert his feelings may have contributed to his tendency to process pain by numbing himself and the pretty shitty way he treated women)

[gemharvest]

(ids in alt - do not repost)

[discjude]

Yeah this is about right (as always my thoughts are in the tags so there's actually kei content there lmao)

[age-of-moonknight]

“Journey to the Center of the Mind,” Moon Knight (Vol. 9/2021), #27.

Writer: Jed MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Federico Sabbatini; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit

[carcarrot]

do i really want to make individual drinks again

[iiryoku]

Aventurine is actually the perfect example of; your biggest enemy is your own mind.

[narcissusneverknewme]

I am not immune to the same fallacies and failures of judgement my fellow men are subject to. I am superior to them because I am More right than they are though

[camellcat]

what happened. what happened. I could not get myself to get into martha OR donna but OHH lookie here folks AMY AMELIA POND comes on screen and it takes me 10 MINUTES to fall in love. WHAT! how. weird. sus. suspicious. how did u do that miss

[roboraindrop]

I am very much a Grima apologist nfjdkshdn

[noritaro]

ppl say the once-ler could’ve avoided bankruptcy if he just replanted the trees or if he just waited another 20 years for them to grow after replanting them but i don’t think he could’ve cuz not only did he pollute the water but the soil most likely lacked the proper nutrients for the trees to actually regrow due to the pollution and the lack of life in the environment made it harder for the soil to gain back the nutrients it lost, or maybe they did mention that in the movie and i just have shitty memory

LITERALLY!!! HE QUITE LITERALLY DESTROYED THE ENVIRONMENT BEYOND CUTTING DOWN TREES

Also anon,, do not get me started on his shitty business practices cause they make me go insaaane- I have several complaints on how bad he is at leeching off the wallets of the working class.

Like in the movie we were shown that he couldve easily made thneeds without cutting them down, he just needs to grab the tufts, the only reason he did that is because his mother pressured him into doing it- the process was too slow to meet the demand of his product. You know what he could've done instead?? Read up on the law of supply and demand. Hell raising the price of the thneed, which is $3.98 btw, in order to meet the insanely high demands despite low supply IS THE OBVIOUS THING TO DO.

this cringefail capitalist runs a monopoly in the thneed business and not once does he stop and just think,,, jus t t h i n k

[yuridovewing]

Shounen protag Firestar is awesome and cool and I love those types of designs, especially with the fire motif lending well to anime hair, but I know when I get to him, I want to make him look kind of like a geek? At least when he's Firepaw/Fireheart. I always saw him as the type that, while gullible and easy to persuade, is always questioning things and seeking out knowledge. He wants to learn each and every type of clan job there is, and he's all too willing to sniff around when Tigerclaw is acting suspicious. He's definitely an action guy, but he uses his head a lot and takes special care when making tough decisions, something that he honed when he became deputy.

So in my hypo-rewrite au, I wanna lean into this a bit. He joins the clan ready to stuff his brain with every bit of clan culture, their festivities, their training, their contruction, their meals, their practices, and he even becomes a bit of a medic assistant, spending a lot of time with Spottedleaf in the medic's den (NOT romantically like in canon, I wanna retool Spotty as well, but she's a mentor figure the same way Bluestar and Yellowfang are). He's ambitious, he is that guy who is striving for that 4.0 GPA, he wants to prove himself and be in every single type of patrol. And this combined with his knowledge from when he was a kittypet, makes it easier for him to note when things don't line up, and when that happens, he's shoving his nose in it.

But he's book smart, but not street smart. When he goes into a conversation unprepared, he can be tricked pretty easily with "Um, Tigerclaw was obviously at the border with brokenstar's lackeys cause he was telling em off, DUH." Because he still wants to see the best in people despite that- and that can be a double edged sword. So while he's a little detective, yeah he needs the help sometimes. He's also not great with thinking on the spot, he needs a lot of time to ponder what action he's going to take on sniffing out evidence for his case. He doesn't really hone this until he's deputy.