#c: kori

[all-blades]

@from-starbolts a chance reunion.

As Jason watched the scene at the warehouse unfold from his sniper's nest, he can't help but think: what the fuck? Because what he's seeing is not something he even remotely thought he'd have to deal with. The only Titan that should be in Gotham should be the big bird himself — not Starfire. Yet, there she was, making quick work of the thugs that he was supposed to bust.

He does not want to fight her. Doesn't even want to deal with her possibly recognizing them. Because she'll inevitably tell the very people that he doesn't want to know about him yet. He's not ready for that. He bites back a growl, holstering his rifle before closing the distance; leaping from his perch to the roof of the building. He enters through an upper window, and watches her from the catwalk.

Well... His face is completely obscured by his mask, and the modulator is doing its job of distorting his voice. Hopefully enough for a Tamaranian to not pick up on any familiar notes. If not, hopefully the fact that he's been dead for years will do the trick.

"Guess I should be thankin' ya, Kori, for rounding them all up for me. Now they're all sitting pretty. Though, what's a bright star like you doin' in a dump like this, eh? This ain't your haunt." He lets out a short, dry laugh, making himself appear as non-threatening as possible as he seems to casually lean against the railing.

[bununuu]

category is: kori tweeting about lydia before they were announced on drag race

[plxntbasedbitch]

Pam shrugged her shoulders, a soft, contemptuous huff leaving her lips. “To show off,” she said. “I’m sure she feels very regal.” She rolled her eyes in a clear indication of how she felt about that particular fashion choice. “Never mind that it could potentially be inconvenient for anyone else.” She glanced down at her dress, frowning. More than the stain, which was admittedly negligible, it was the smell. “What on earth was she drinking?” she said, more to herself than the woman in front of her. “It smells like acetone.” She shot a mildly interested glance at her companion. “And you are?”

Koriand'r was perceptive, so of course she noticed how the other redhead clenched her fists. She bit her lip a little, a nervous gesture. She wasn't here to make enemies. But then, the woman calmed herself a little and Kori relaxed too. She smiled to try to ease the tension. "Yes, I am not sure why someone wore a gown with a train to this sort of event." She glanced back at the gown in question behind her, but the woman had already moved along, uncaring about the people she affected.

[moonilit]

Ric realized he can actually make make up products in his lab and like huh why do i know how to do that? And its because back in the day one of his friends was literally golden orange and nobody made products in her color so he learned how to for her

[not-so-mundane-after-all]

DC TITANS || 4x12/4x02

[ambeauty]

All I Know is that I Can Not Go Back

She closed her eyes tightly. She didn’t think she would be affected like this but everything that went down with Sebastian made her skin crawl like never before. From the Church of Blood drugging and brainwashing, Project Starfire, Star Labs, it was all too fucking much. “It’s just me.” He whispered softly and wrapped his arm around her.

“That’s the problem.” She muttered under her breath.

“What do you mean Kory?” He turned her chin slightly so she was looking into his eyes. They were wide and hurt was decorating his deep stare.

“I don’t know if you’re ready to have this conversation.” She stood up straight and crossed her arms in front of her body, effectively shutting him out in case he decided to disappoint her again.

“What conversation?” He steps back and mirrors her pose crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes.

That’s how it always is with him. She wants to have an honest conversation and his wall of invulnerability starts forming in front of her, brick by brick.

“About us. About what happened in Metropolis?” She raises her chin at him.

Hey Thirsty Bitches, Remember Me?🤭💜💙

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[martyrbat]

[ID: Rose Wilson in her first Ravager costume looking at Koriand'r. Kory has her back to us and Rose is explicitly looking lower than Kory's face. END ID]

i know what you are...

[kalmeria]

still got it (not)

[jsvchs]

las palabras de la contraria le hacen entrecerrar ligeramente la mirada mientras la observa con curiosidad y no tarda en sonreír. "¿uno de los animalitos de mi colección será suficiente?" ofrece haciendo un gesto con la mano para señalar la media docena de mini animales de felpa que tiene perfectamente alineados sobre el mostrador y exhala con diversión. "... ¿o tal vez prefieras algo de comer? las opciones no son tan limitadas con eso, si me lo preguntas."

mirada viaja hacia quien parece dirigirse hacia ella, y la situación le parece instantáneamente graciosa, por un contexto que por supuesto contrario desconoce. “si puedo asegurarte que voy a ganar… ¿cuál es mi premio?” se divierte, sonrisita se extiende sobre pétalos, en un desafío que no carga con verdad, no realmente.

[strawdool]

A redraw of one of my first cotl fanarts and curiously was kori IONFSAOINFOSIAN

au and designs by @xmajordumps c:

here's the old version (x)

[bununuu]

[gaywineauntsstuff]

Random headcanon number 20207483927

-Dick doesn’t spy on his families teams

Because he doesn’t need too

They’ll either tell him what’s happening

Or their teammates will

He’s friends with 80% of them anyway

Jason Todd was honest to god on a team with Dicks Ex who still adores him and starfire /j

No but really Roy and Kori 100% have doxxed Jason’s entire life to Dick Grayson

A) bc I will ignore any canon where these 3 aren’t close

B) Kori has never had a filter ever

C) Dick absolutely has indoctrinated the fab 5 into mission reports and now they feel weird without a debrief

D) Roy would find giving Dick and ulcer over the stupid shit his brother does hilarious

E) Roy would find giving dick and ulcer over the stupid shit HE does so so so fulfilling (revenge)

Damian is on the Titans.

No matter what titans generation of titans it is they’re responding to Nightwings status report request, fully detailed in MLA format with a reference list following APA 7 guidelines

Dick does not have to worry about young justice despite the fact they are very much NOT snitches bc Tim absolutely calls Dick and Doxxes his entire life story to him once a week minimum

(See Tim telling Dick random shit in the comics causing him to lose his balance and fall a compilation Im sure exists)

Both Clark and Wally are on the justice league. Bruce’s every dangerous move is reported to Dick via Clark and all his stupid ones are reported to Dick via Wally.

No matter how weird Dick and Babs relationship (on again, besties, off again, not talking etc) is she’s absolutely telling him either via concise email or 7 hour long sip and bitch session every single thing that happens not for help but bc ughhh wtf is happening.

Now frustratingly the same is not reciprocated

Bc

“Donna or Garth would kill me” -Roy

“*graphic details of sexcapades to distract from question*”-Kori

“Nightwing is busy” -oracle (babs just leaves when asked as a civilian)

“I’m sorry it’s just so hard to not talk to him okay?? He’s so nice” -Jon during supersons

“He’s my friend too, I can tell him what I want” current jon

“Listen he barely talks to me as it is I’d rather he still come to me with issues and insecurities without worrying his father will hear it” -Clark

“If you think I’m saying shit to you, you’re in idiot, if anything was wrong and I told you you’d make it worse go fuck yourself” -Wally

(OG Bruce Wayne hater of titans. him and Roy do fight over this title at the titans new years. Wally thinks Roy lost his place bc he found a new bird to be mad at the bat over so his timeline should shrink. Roy thinks this is bullshit bc now he hates Bruce for reasons of bird^2)

[jivhs]

"claro, amante de los gatos" musita echándole una mirada al disfraz ajeno; la palabra 'amante' parecía quedarse corta y darse cuenta de eso, de alguna forma, hace que su propia indignación por haber sido víctima de aquel robo disminuya un poco. la risa ajena la toma por sorpresa y despacio niega con la cabeza, resignándose a dejar atrás la posibilidad de alcanzar a aquel chiquillo. además, no va a dejar que una travesura infantil le evite disfrutar lo que resta del evento. "definitivamente burlesco" confirma imitando su gesto de cruzar los brazos sobre su pecho. "y no, no me da miedo que ganes" admite ladeando la cabeza para mirarlo con curiosidad. "sólo me estoy preguntando si vale la pena aceptar. ¿qué hay para el ganador?"

suspira, y se toma su tiempo, como si la respuesta lo ameritara. " pude, sí. pero como se te ocurre que voy a salir de mi papel. soy un actor de método serio, y hoy soy un amante de los gatos. " hasta lo dice fingiendo indignación, conocía a ese travieso niño, había hecho cosas peores antes, sus compañeros y él, lo perdonaban cada vez, eran cosas de niño, como las hacía él mismo cuando tenía su edad. una vez la abuela de oliver, les pidió personalmente que le dieran un escarmiento, porque a lo único que le teme y respeta es a un policía. la siguiente risotada no la oculta, y es burlesca también. " tramposo, ¿y qué más? burlesco... bueno, eso sí soy, pero tramposo no. me gusta lo dificil. " se cruzó de brazos y la miró fijo con una sonrisa socarrona y los ojos brillando por la diversión. pero de un segundo a otro, termina haciendo una mueca de decepción.. " ¿acaso te da miedo que te gane? porque soy main ryu. "

[kisses-for-you]

bullet - d. grayson

dick grayson x fem!reader

summary: during a mission, you get injured but hide it from Dick until he finds out because you've passed out.

w/c: 2.8k

The van sped down the road, streetlights flashing in and out of view through the rain-streaked windshield. Dick was driving, you in the passenger seat next to him, Rachel wedged between Gar and Kory in the back. Your eyes drifted between the road and Dick, his jaw clenched in concentration as his hands gripped the wheel, his knuckles practically turning white. No one spoke. The mood in the van was tense – another mission, another fight. You didn’t dare speak up.

You had finally gotten a lead on Deathstroke’s location and you were determined to get to him before he got to you. You wouldn’t let him win this time. Last time, you, Dick, and Kory had barely gotten away. Deathstroke had quickly overpowered you all; with his skills, his powers, and his weapons, he was just too strong.

BANG!

Out of nowhere, the sound of a deafening gunshot echoes down the nearly empty street. Sparks erupt from the hood of the car, causing Dick to swear under his breath. “Everyone down!” Dick barked, to which everyone of course listened. The van lurched forward, however, it wasn’t long before the van seized all movement — stopping in the middle of the road. You all knew who it was. Deathstroke. It seemed like he knew you guys were coming and decided to just meet you halfway.

Kory opened the van’s door, and stepped out, her hands glowing with power. There he stood, Deathstroke, perched on the hood of a wrecked sedan up ahead, his rifle trained on the van. The second Kory stepped out, he fired again. She barely dodged, rolling behind cover as the asphalt sparked where she’d just been standing.

Dick glanced over at you, then back at Gar and Rach, “We have to move!” Dick shouted, voice filled with urgency.

The gunfire died down, and you all pushed the doors open. Gar and Rach sprinted out, using the van as cover. As you were about to follow suit, Dick grabbed your hand, making you turn around to look at him. You locked eyes, instantly recognising the look of worry his gaze held. It was a look you’d seen many times before on these kinds of missions. “Stay close to me,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. You nodded, responding “Yes, sir,” as a joke.

The corners of his mouth quirked up in a small smile before his face hardened and he left the van, you following close behind, grabbing your weapon. It was a sleek bow with arrows made of refracted light (the light would disperse and reform in your hand after hitting a target).

Yet, the second you left the van, pain tore through your side. You let out a small gasp at the sudden sensation but luckily, no one had heard you and for that, you were glad. You didn’t need them worrying about you at that moment. Glancing down, you noticed the blood starting to stain your clothes — ‘fuck’ you thought. The bastard must’ve shot you. But you chose to ignore it for the moment, the adrenaline already numbing some of the pain. You couldn’t let this slow you down.

Dick was already closing in on Deathstroke and Kory hurled a blast towards him, forcing Deathstroke to leap back. He was fast, unnaturally so, but not fast enough to dodge Kory’s attack. Deathstroke fired a grappling hook, and in an instant, he was yanking himself up to a nearby rooftop, his escape swift. Where had he even gotten a grappling hook from? You were sure that guns and blades were more his thing.

“No way he’s getting away,” you muttered to yourself, ignoring the growing pain in your side. You could barely hear your own voice over the pounding in your chest, your heart struggling to pump blood as more and more of the sticky red liquid was leaving your body through your wound.

Dick was already scaling the fire escape, making sure he wouldn’t let Deathstroke get away this time. But as he’s climbing the stairs, he turns back to you, noticing the way you faltered behind him. He shoots you a look of concern and slight confusion, as if to ask if you were fine. You just gave him a small “I’m okay,” before catching up with him, ignoring the way every muscle in your body basically screamed for you to stop. You gritted your teeth and pushed forward, determined to keep up, to be by your boyfriend’s side. Every instinct told you to push harder, to not let Deathstroke win again.

You’d fought beside Dick countless times, but tonight, something felt different. Maybe it was the way his back was a little straighter, his movements a little sharper, as if he was aware of your every breath. His face held a look of scepticism — he didn’t believe you but there wasn’t really any time for arguing right now.

Dick reached the top of the fire escape in seconds, pausing to look back down at you. His eyes locked onto yours, a flash of something passing between you before he turned his attention back to Deathstroke. You made it to the top only mere seconds after Dick, now stood side by side with him.

Deathstroke stood at the far end of the rooftop, his stance relaxed despite the fact that he was outnumbered. He held his sword loosely at his side now. “You’re persistent, I’ll give you that,” he mused, voice distorted by the modulator in his helmet. “But you should’ve learned by now, Grayson. You don’t win against me.”

Dick didn’t answer, just adjusted his stance slightly, his escrima sticks slipping into his hands with practised ease. You drew an arrow, the energy vibrating slightly in your grip. The pain in your side was intensifying, but you pushed it down, keeping your breathing even. You weren’t about to let this bastard see any sort of weakness you had.

Deathstroke took a step forward. “And you,” he tilted his head toward you, as if he could sense the injury you were desperately trying to hide. “You don’t look so good.”

Those words basically confirmed Dick’s worries. You weren’t okay, and even Deathstroke had realised. Dick looked over at you next to him and shifted closer to you out of pure instinct — he wasn’t going to let Deathstroke harm you and you knew it. He’d protect you until his last breath.

“You’re stalling,” Dick said, voice tight.

Deathstroke chuckled. “Maybe. Or maybe I just like watching you all struggle.”

And with that, he lunged towards you, his sword clashing with Dick’s escrima sticks in a shower of sparks. You forced your body forward, drawing an arrow despite the way your vision swam at the edges. You fired. The arrow sliced through the air, light bending as it honed in on its target. But Deathstroke was already shifting, dodging at the last second. The arrow grazed his shoulder, leaving a searing scorch mark on his armour. You could feel the warmth of your blood spreading in a stain across your clothes but you paid no attention to it.

Suddenly, Deathstroke pulled out a device and as you looked closer, you realised it was actually a grenade. However, Dick still hadn’t noticed because he was too busy engaged in battle with him and you had to alert him.

You shouted out, “Dick, watch out! He’s got a grenade!”

But as soon as you warned him, Deathstroke pulled the pin and threw the grenade in your direction. In an instant, Dick pulls you away from the grenade and to the ground, shielding you from the explosion with his body on top of yours.

Dick looked back but Deathstroke was nowhere to be seen. He sighed and his brown eyes locked with yours, concern evident on his face. “Are you okay?” he asked, grabbing your hand and pulling you to your feet.

You swayed a little as you stood, the blood loss finally catching up to you. You began to respond, “Yea-” but before you could continue, a wave of exhaustion washed over you, causing you to pass out. Your knees buckled underneath you and gave out but before you could fall, Dick caught you, his arms instantly wrapped around your waist to hold you securely. He gently lowered you to the ground, putting your head on his lap. “Baby?” he called out, gently shaking your shoulder in an effort to wake you up. “Y/N?” he called out again, shaking you more firmly this time. But still, no response. That’s when he noticed it — the wound in your side. It had been hard to see before as it was dark and rainy but now that he’d finally noticed it, he cursed at himself for not noticing sooner, and at you for hiding this from him.

Dick’s breath hitched as he pressed his hand against your wound, his fingers quickly growing wet with your blood. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath, his pulse hammering in his ears. You were losing way too much blood, way too quickly.

Dick’s hands trembled as he pressed harder against your wound, trying to slow the bleeding. “Come on, stay with me,” he muttered under his breath, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. The rest of the team was already rushing up the fire escape, their footsteps echoing against the metal.

“Dick? What happened?” Kory was the first to reach him, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of you unconscious in his lap.

“She’s hurt – bad,” Dick said through clenched teeth, his voice tight with worry. He glanced down at your face, the rain making your skin feel even colder beneath his fingertips. His jaw clenched. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He was supposed to protect you.

Gar dropped to his knees beside him, his hazel eyes full of fear. “We need to get her out of here,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. You were like an older sister to him and it hurt him to see you like this.

Rachel was already at your side, her hands hovering hesitantly over your wound. “I can help,” she whispered. Her powers might’ve still been unpredictable, but she couldn’t just stand by and do nothing. She closed her eyes, her dark energy slowly creeping toward you, surrounding your wound with an eerie glow.

Dick barely registered Kory and Gar keeping watch for Deathstroke; his entire world had shrunk down to you, barely breathing in his arms. He gently brushed a strand of wet hair away from your face, his own expression torn between guilt and fear. “Just hold on, okay? You’re gonna be fine,” he whispered, his voice almost breaking. He knew you probably couldn’t hear him in your state but he so badly wished you could.

Your body shuddered slightly at Rachel’s healing attempts, a faint groan escaping your lips. Dick’s breath hitched. “That’s it. Stay with me,” he urged, his grip tightening on your hand.

Rachel’s energy flickered as she gritted her teeth, struggling to mend the wound fully. “It’s… it’s too deep. I can slow the bleeding, but we need to get her actual help,” she admitted, sweat beading on her forehead from the effort.

Dick didn’t hesitate. “We’re getting her back to the Tower. Now.”

Without another word, he scooped you up into his arms, his grip firm but careful. His mind was racing. Deathstroke had won this round but that didn’t matter. Right now, all that mattered was getting you back in one piece.

As the team hurried back toward the van, which Kory had somehow managed to mend, Dick held you closer, his heart hammering against his ribs. “You’re gonna be okay,” he murmured again, almost like a promise. “I’ve got you.”

The drive back to Titans Tower was a blur of flashing streetlights and the distant hum of sirens. Dick sat in the back with you, his arms wrapped securely around your unconscious

form. The others sat tensely, throwing worried glances your way, but Dick barely noticed. His entire focus was on you, on the shallow rise and fall of your chest, the way your skin felt ice-cold against his own.

“Faster,” he urged Kory, who was driving. His voice was strained, barely controlled.

Kory didn’t argue, pressing harder on the gas.

Rachel sat beside him, her hands still glowing faintly as she did her best to keep your wound from worsening. “I don’t know if I can do more until we get back,” she admitted, her voice small.

“You’ve done enough, Rach,” Gar reassured her. “We’re almost there.”

Dick barely heard them. He leaned down, his forehead nearly brushing yours. “Just hold on, okay? We’re almost home,” he murmured, as if saying it enough times would make it true.

By the time they reached the Tower, Gar had the door open before the van even fully stopped. Dick didn’t hesitate, lifting you into his arms and sprinting inside to the elevator.

As soon as you were there, “Get the med kit,” he barked, his usual calm completely gone.

Rachel and Kory ran ahead to prepare the medical bay while Dick carried you inside, his grip tightening as he felt just how limp you were against him. The second he laid you down on the examination table, he was already working to stop the bleeding. His hands were stained red, and it made him feel sick. He was used to blood but this was different. It was your blood.

“Come on, baby. Don’t do this to me,” he muttered under his breath.

Kory returned with the supplies, and Rachel immediately moved to help. Dick forced himself to stay steady as he worked, pressing gauze against your wound, helping Kory clean it, listening as Rachel directed them on what she could and couldn’t heal.

“She’s lost too much blood,” Rachel said after what felt like an eternity. “But she’s stable for now.”

Dick let out a slow breath, but the relief was short-lived. You were stable, but barely. Now, all he could do was wait.

Hours passed. The others had long since drifted in and out, checking in but giving Dick space. He hadn’t moved from your side. His hands were still covered in dried blood, but he didn’t care. His fingers curled around yours, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles.

“You scared the hell out of me, you know that?” he murmured, his voice hoarse.

The room was quiet except for the steady beeping of the heart monitor. Dick swallowed hard, his free hand running through his messy hair. “You should’ve told me you were hurt,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “I would’ve- dammit, I don’t know. I would’ve done something.” He sighed, leaning forward so his elbows rested on the edge of the bed. His forehead nearly touched your hand. “I should’ve seen it sooner. I should’ve protected you.”

Silence.

Then, a small, barely audible groan.

Dick’s head snapped up just as your fingers twitched in his. His heart nearly stopped. “Y/N?” he whispered, his grip tightening slightly. Your eyelids fluttered, and after a few seconds, you finally opened your eyes. They were hazy, and unfocused, but they were on him. A weak smile tugged at your lips. “Hey, Boy Wonder,” you rasped, your voice hoarse from exhaustion.

A breathless laugh escaped him, more out of sheer relief than anything else. “Hey,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

You blinked slowly, taking in his exhausted face. “You look like crap.”

Dick let out another soft laugh, shaking his head. “And you’re one to talk?” He squeezed your hand gently, his thumb brushing against your palm. “You scared the shit out of me.” Your smile faded slightly, and you squeezed his hand back, weak, but reassuring. “I’m okay,” you whispered.

Dick exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for hours. “Yeah. Yeah, you are.” He glanced over at the machines monitoring you before looking back into your eyes. “But you’re not allowed to do that again. Ever.”

You chuckled softly, but it turned into a wince. Dick was immediately alert, his hands moving to support you. “Hey, easy,” he soothed.

You looked up at him, eyes laced with exhaustion but filled with warmth. “You stayed.”

Dick’s expression softened. He reached up, brushing a damp strand of hair from your forehead. “Of course I did.” His voice was quiet but firm. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

You squeezed his hand again, your grip a little stronger this time. “Guess I’ll have to keep scaring you just to get you to admit how much you care,” you teased weakly.

Dick shook his head with a small smirk. “You don’t have to get shot to get me to admit that, idiot.” He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You mean everything to me.”

Your eyes fluttered shut again, this time out of comfort rather than unconsciousness. Dick stayed right where he was, his hand never letting go of yours. For the first time since the mission started, he allowed himself to breathe. And he wasn’t letting you out of his sight ever again.

DC masterlist

[saritawolf]

Kori Bustard (Ardeotis kori) - (c) SaritaWolf - please do not repost

[sexierthanaman]

Kori was worried she had ruined things when she didn't hear an immediate reply from Danielle. She felt the hand on her back and the hand on her own and looked up at Danielle. "It does?" She asked softly, a little confused about what she said, but hopeful as well.

@glitchexmachina continued from x.

Kori turned around to try and give Danielle her privacy as she tried to ignore how the sight of the telepath playing with herself had effected her. She moved to sit down on the edge of the bed after a moment. "I.... I can't really remember why I came here," she replied softly after a bit. "Oh, I remember now. I wanted to see if you were hungry."