#dick grayson rare pairs

[aveaveria]

A City of Thy Making [FIC]

Fandom: DCU (Comics), Nightwing (Comics), Millarworld Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Nemesis (Millarworld)/Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson & Blüdhaven Police Department, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Melinda Zucco Characters: Dick Grayson, Nemesis (Millarworld), Blüdhaven Police Department Officers, Nightwing Ensamble Additional Tags: Truth & Lies, Death & Destruction, Drugs & Toxins, Blood & Gore, Yandere Nemesis, Police Officer Dick Grayson, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Canon, Urban Legend Nightwing, Nemesis has a Cop Kink, Brothers in Blood Jason Todd, Identity Shenanigans, Trauma, Panic Attacks, Trickster Personas, Dirty Thoughts, Dirty Talk, Melinda Zucco Lied, BAMF Dick Grayson, side character death, Hero/Villain, Inappropriate Flirting, Dubious Consent, Compromise

Mere days before Dick joins the police academy to reshape Blüdhaven's police force, a new villain enters the world stage. Nemesis decimates his first police department overnight. To keep the villain’s attention from his city, Nightwing becomes an urban legend prowling the streets, but all contingencies turn out to be for naught. Nemesis is coming. Forced into the middleman position for a villain seeking revenge, Dick’s life is turned upside down. Is Nemesis telling the truth or is his life a lie? Does it matter if the evidence of the crime sits right in front of him?

A first tag @dick-rarepairs! 🤍💘💙

[porcelaintoybox23]

BbRob snippets as promised

“Better or worse?”

“Worse.”

The doctor nods before moving the testing machine. Despite the room’s light being dimmed as much as possible, Dick still squints his eyes.

“Your glasses will be ready by next week. We’ll send you an email.”

He nods and fishes out his temporary lenses and flips on the shade attachments. The sun is still out and he can’t drive blind. He’s so tempted to call Alfred, but that would require a ouija board, and this line of humor isn’t funny. Fingers dig into his palms and he’s grateful the glasses hide the tears forming.

Alfred died over a year ago, but it’s only been a few months for him. It was a lovely service, one he couldn’t appreciate because he wasn’t there, Ric was. Dr. Kirk would tell him to work on acceptance, not in the “I’m okay with this” way but in the “You can’t change what happened” way.

He still doesn’t understand the difference. Either way, he’s furious and hurt, and he wants to fall down and scream—

“Mr. Grayson?”

Dick jolts and looks down. The receptionist is eyeing him from a distance, gaze focused on the door handle he’s currently ripping off its screws. Another lovely reminder that he’s no longer fully human.

“Oh. Sorry” He fixes it and hightails it to the car.

God, he’s already so tired and it’s only ten. This appointment was the only thing he had to do today, so he can head home and bury himself under three blankets and a double layer of fuzzy socks. He shivers as the car warms up and checks his phone. Bea messaged while he was inside.

You okay?

Yeah, heading home.

Lmk if you want any food.

***

“Dick?”

“Do I know you?”

“Duh,” he smacks his head. “It’s me Gar, beast boy? I’m just wearing a glamour. Why are you in Colorado?”

“I was looking at an apartment here but it just sold.”

“I don’t mind having a roommate. It’d be like old times.“

***

“Pardon my French *insert the French for your father is a fucking piece of shit.*

“You speak French?”

“I got bored”

***

“Uh, alcohol and antidepressants do not mix.”

***

Gar shifts back to normal and tucks his chin into his shoulder.

“Good morning?” Bea smirks

“I’m realizing that this looks strange.”

***

“Get off.”

“No. I refuse for my grave to read crushed into paste by Dick Grayson’s thighs.”

***

He deepens his voice. “Talon!”

Dick freezes, muscles twitching against the command. He takes a shaky step forward.

“Talon, at ease.”

He finally relaxes to parade rest. “What are your orders?”

I think I’m going to puke.

“Sit down on the couch. Don’t move unless I order you.”

There’s no tension in his stance as he moves. He sits with his hands folded and stares at Gar, waiting for his next command.

Gar gestures Rae to the door.

“Walk out normally. Your magic might freak him out.”

She nods and steps out.

He kneels in front of Dick, making sure to meet his eyes. “Dick?” Nothing.

“Can you tell me five things you can hear?”

“The air conditioner, the dog whimpering, Amalee Vong vacuuming downstairs, a doorbell, and your accelerated heartbeat.”

“Okay. Do you know where we are?”

“Denver, Colorado. Kensington apartment complex, floor 3, room 215.”

Gar nods. The light seems to be returning to his eyes. “Who resides here?”

“You, Garfield Logan, age 23, code name: menagerie.” His hands tremble and Gar holds them.

“And?”

“Richard…John Grayson, commonly known as ‘Dick Grayson’, age 25, codename: Nightwing.”

“And that’s?”

The tremors worsen and Dick pales. “M—me.” He yanks his hands from Gar’s and curls into a shaking ball.

“Dick. Look at me.”

He curls in tighter.

Gar sighs. “Do you want me to leave?”

He shakes his head.

“Would you prefer if I changed?”

“No.”

“I’m moving next you, okay?”

“O—okay.”

Gar leans in gently. Dick’s shiver are probably a mix of adrenaline and cold. “I’m wrapping us in the blanket.” He gets no response and proceeds. He drapes it loose around them.

“Could you talk?”

***

“A burden? What the fuck is wrong with you people? Loving someone isn’t a burden, he isn’t a burden! How—how can you…”

He grabs Dick’s hand. “We’re leaving.”

***

Dick’s smirk is threatening to split his face, but he can’t help it. Gar’s eyes shift between him and the mirror, face becoming grumpier with each pass.

“Who do I look like?”

“A kpop idol.”

“I literally hate you.”

***

“Vegetarian sushi. It’s all the rage in SoCal.”

He gestures with the chopsticks. “C’mon, it’s good I swear.”

***

Dick blinks as the code he’s writing becomes an endless stream of gibberish.

“Gar, what the hell?”

The cat rolls its eyes. “It’s 2 am, go to sleep.”

***

“This is a complete and utter waste of my powers and time.”

Dick flashes his strongest puppy dog eyes. “Please, Rae?”

She sighs. “Gar is taller by 2cm.”

Dick’s jaw drops as Gar cheers. “What do you mean he’s taller?”

“You’re both pretty short. It’s just a few centimeters, who cares?”

“Centimeters broke up the Pines twins!”

Gar gives him the stink eye. “It was a millimeter, Richard.” He looks to Raven. “Fake fans, am I right?”

Rae disappears in a plume of smoke.

“If she keeps doing that, we’ll never get our deposits back.”

***

“My uncle tried to kill me for my inheritance which wasn’t great. “

“It’s hard. I miss my parents but they weren’t always there, y’know? They dragged me all over for their research and it nearly killed me. I like being a vigilante but there are times that I wish I was normal, that I was still human and didn’t have ptsd from experimentation and Armageddon.”

“Which one?”

They both share a humorless smirk.

***

“So…wanna see the Barbie movie?”

Dick blinks. “S—sure?”

“Two tickets, please.”

“I hate that it was good. Why was it good? You’re the detective here. Explain.”

Dick shrugs. “Some things are inexplicable.”

***

“Okay, let’s do this.”

“You look like you’re heading to the chair”.

Gar sneezes. “It’s 32 degrees.”

***

“You’re sick.”

“just a cold.” His voice cracks and bends as he strains to reply. “Go to your thing.”

Dick throws a blanket over his shoulders and heads to the kitchen.

“Already asked for the day off.”

“You did this when we were titans. Pretend you’re fine, hide yourself away and suffer alone. Can’t say I’m any better.”

“Old habits die hard.”

***

Gar rubs his stinging eyes. “Jesus, fuck. I’m sorry.”

Dick feels empty, deflated. The confrontation he’s been dreading went to shit and the only person reacting normally is his friend.

“I just don’t get it. Like—how…ugh I’m making this about me. How are you?”

Honestly, a bit in awe. Few people can withstand Bruce’s glare, much less the full wrath of all the bats, yet Gar did. Stood unflinching, eyes glowing in animalistic rage on his behalf.

“I’ll be fine. I didn’t expect that to go well.”

***

“Where do your clothes go?”

“I don’t know and at this point I’m too afraid to learn”

***

You’re the type of person who makes tea in the microwave

[withthekeyisking-writer]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DCU (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dick Grayson & Roman Sionis Characters: Roman Sionis, Dick Grayson Additional Tags: Inspired by Arcane LoL, Dick as Jinx Roman as Silco, does it make sense? who knows, i’m still writing it, Young Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson Has Issues, Angst, Past Violence, idk if this qualifies as hurt/comfort, it's definitely not happy Summary:

Roman approaches the sobbing vigilante. "Where's your daddy, little Robin?"

The boy curls up even further, hugging himself so tightly it looks like it hurts. "He left me."

Robin makes a terrible mistake in the field, and Batman says some things he shouldn't have. This has consequences.

[dick-rarepairs]

A new type of Dick Rare Pair Polls await 💙

Dick is known by many in and outside of the crimefighter community. It's no surprise that people have strong opinions about him.

It was once said that

"Next to Superman, Dick Grayson is the one guy alive that every other crimefighter trusts."

[landboundstar-writing]

Chills

An original story

Nightwing and Zach are on a rooftop patrol. What could happen? SFW - but careful, content warnings.

CW: Dick Grayson (Nightwing)/ Zach Zatara, making out, heart to heart talk, pole dancing, semi-public makeout, discussion of potential self-harm.

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If you can't, reblog.

Nightwing blew on his hands as they stood out in the cold.

“Here.” 

A piping hot cup of coffee was pushed at him.

He looked over at Zachary Zatarra, who sipped his own coffee.

“Do you think they'll get systems up and running any time soon?”

Zach laughed. 

Nightwing turned.

“Are you laughing at me?”

“Yes.” Clearly unrepentant, Zach smiled and took another sip. “You grew up fighting a guy who freezes things, you know, when you were doing rooftop patrols. And you are complaining about drawing the short straw for rooftop threat patrol while the systems are down?”

“Yes. You work with your hands. I should not need to explain that cold fingers aren't the most flexible or dexterous. Not to mention that it can reach stakeout levels of boredom. Probably not tonight for that, but have had some rooftop threat patrols like that. ”

“Ooh. Dexterous. Borrowing Jason's books again?”

“Bite me. I don't like swinging around on fingercicles, okay?”

He did not miss the eyebrow that Zach raised as he took another sip of coffee. Which, okay, was still steaming hot and warming his hands as he held on to the cup.

“Seriously. Hate cold hands. Do you know what it feels like to have your hands cracked or throw a punch when it’s freezing?”

“It sucks. Picking locks with cold hands is worse. Especially underwater. Do you need a refill?”

Nightwing shook his head. “No. I'm good. Sorry, but which one of your cousin's enemies stuck you in a box, locked up underwater?”

Zach's smile broadened, the cheerful grin making his face light up. “Me. It's part of my show.”

“Of course it is.” Nightwing rolled his eyes, but he was smiling too. He raised his binoculars to do a scan, but everything was still clear. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.” Zach sounded relaxed, but Nightwing wasn't fooled. The stiffness in his shoulders that hadn't been there before gave it away more than the smile that no longer touched his eyes. “What did you want to ask about?”

“Why do you split time with Titans and Young Justice. You're listed for both teams.”

“Over half of us are on multiple teams. Young Justice and Titans. Young Justice and full Justice League. Whatever Jason is with the Outlaws, Titans, and whichever other group he added.” Zach looked at the water pipe in the middle of the roof, made of sturdy enough metal to survive attacks as it ran the backup water supply in from a rooftop tank. Then, he took a step back and jumped, pulling himself into a human flag with surprisingly little effort. “And if I was better, I might do that. But I like both teams, and I'm not good enough to be full Young Justice let alone Justice League yet.”

“Not good enough? Want to explain that to someone who can't cast magic missile?”

“I told you before, that was a spell deflection, not a magic missile. And it’s simple. Really.” Zach hopped down, circling the pipe in what Nightwing was pretty sure was an imitation of Gene Kelly's Singing In The Rain dance. Zach, Nightwing had to admit had moves. And for a second he was distracted, imagining the two of them dancing together. 

“I can cast spells.” Zach continued, seemingly unaware of Nightwing’s thoughts “But not as well as Zatanna, or Uncle Gio. Or John. Not in the same category as Dr. Fate. Pretty sure even Raven is better than I am at casting, at least with shielding and defensive stuff. So probably not good enough to be full Young Justice, since they are getting ready to be full Justice League. Especially since I'm not as high of a circle as they are.”

“Like, not as high of a skill rank? Like magic belts with karate?”

Zach fidgeted, clearly uncomfortable with the question. “Not exactly. Like, I know why they object to my crossing circles. But I feel John Constantine does not get to lecture me about circle crossing when he has possessed himself with a demon to survive a gunshot wound.”

Nightwing put his hand on top of Zach's, stopping his spinning. “Is it something I could help with?”

There was a snort from the magician. “No.”

“You don't know if you don't ask.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Try me.”

Zach looked at Nightwing “You would help me have a near death experience? Like not breathing, heart skips a few beats, near death experience?”

“No!” 

The idea of Zach not being there hurt. Nightwing hadn’t known that it would hurt that badly until Zach said it, but even the thought was too much.

Zach shrugged. “Told you I knew the answer.” He went to start spinning again, but Nightwing kept his hand on top, gripping onto Zach's hand.

“Sorry for not wanting you to die, Zach. And your power doesn't matter as much as you think. I mean, I can't do what you do. And I'd pick you over Clarion any day, no matter how powerful he is.”

“Wow, thanks.” Zach sounded irritated and took a small step forward. It should have had Nightwing back up a step, should have made him let go of Zach's hands to give him space.

But Nightwing wasn't backing away. They stood, inches apart, with Zach's hand covered by his, still gripping the water pipe.

And standing there, Zach wasn't worried about the cold. Hell, his hands were sweating as new thoughts went through his head, scattering any arguments he might have given. 

Nightwing bumped Zach's hip with his own. “Stop hogging the pipe. I want a turn.”

Zach felt weirdly boneless, his stomach flipping as his grip loosened on the pipe. He stepped back, hoping to feel normal once he backed up. Once his stomach stopped flip-flopping . Once his palms stopped sweating. Once his heart stopped beating so fast.

When Nightwing let go of his hand, he almost felt normal. Almost.

Except for the fact that Zach kind of wanted to feel Nightwing grab his hand again. To keep touching him.

He watched as his fellow Titan climbed up the pipe and hooked a leg around it before flipping himself so that he hung upside-down clinging to the pipe by gripping it with his knees.

“Should I applaud?” Zach asked. 

“If you'd like”. Nightwing answered, grinning up at Zach.

“Is hanging upside-down a bat thing or does your family know you like to play on poles?”

For a moment or two, no one spoke while Nightwing swung back and forth, his hips and abs tensing under his uniform in a way that Zach was having a hard time looking away from. Then, he just let go. He somersaulted forward and Zach stepped back instinctively so he didn't get rolled into.

As soon as he stopped rolling, Zach wryly realized that maybe he hadn't backed up enough because Nightwing came up standing right in front of him. If he stepped forward, even an inch, Nightwing would be standing on Zach's feet. 

But for some reason, he couldn't move back another step. He could not move at all.

“It isn’t just you.”

“What? But N-”

“No, not Nightwing. I mean, yes, I am Nightwing. But that is not my name.”

“But -”

“Say it, Zach.”

“What? Richard? Grayson? Dick? What do you want me to call you?”

“Any of them. All of them. I don’t care. Who do you see when you look at me?”

“N-”

A gloved hand touched Zach’s lips before he lowered his hand to his side again. “Let me take the mask off and try it again.”

Zach knew that the weird sound he made as he gulped had to be audible but he couldn’t help it. Just as he could not stop what he said next as he watched his friend take his mask off.

“Dick, whatever I did, you don’t have to do this.”

“I was wondering what it would take to make you say my name.” He still hadn’t moved away, staying so ridiculously close. “And you’re Zach. Zachary Zatarra. You.”

N - no, Dick took a step forward and there was no space at all.

“You’re making it sound so easy. Even if it was not a big deal when you play with magic. Names matter.”

“Yeah, I get that. I would get that even if I didn’t know Zee and John. And so is being yourself and not someone else.”

Dick wanted to reassure his friend, help him feel better. But he wasn’t immune to the tension rising between him. He wanted to hold Zach, but with how worked up the other Titan was he wasn’t sure how he would react. 

It turned out he didn’t need to wait long at all.

For just a second, listening to Dick, Zach saw red. He felt his temper flare, hot and dangerous and he put his hands against Dick's chest and pushed him.

“Don’t, Don't pretend you get it.”

Dick didn't budge an inch. Instead, his stance shifted so his feet were planted on either side of Zach's and grabbed his hands.

“Don’t pretend I get what, Zach? Comparing myself? I grew up in a performing family. My Dad, my cousin Boston, my mom - they were all better because they had been practicing longer. But, no, I couldn't keep up with them. And then they died and Bruce adopted me. Do you think I didn't compare myself to him, especially once I was Robin? Do you think I don't compare myself to everyone who has abilities? Do you think I haven't been where you are? Comparing myself, afraid to be myself? Afraid to let others see or feel?”

“And would you say that if you knew I didn't want to hit you but instead I wanted to-,” Zach couldn't finish what he wanted to say. His mouth was suddenly dry. He had gone from shouting to whispering, and he didn't know when he had grabbed Dick's hands back. When all distance had disappeared so he just had to move his head and -

They were kissing. Dick was always aware of where his body was, and he had Zach in a fight often enough to know the same was true of him. But there was a shift of heads and their lips brushed each other. And that was enough to set off all the feelings between them. Because that brush of lips was not enough.Soon, they were kissing, hands grabbing at hips while their tongues while their tongues warred.

It wasn’t until they came up for air that Zach noticed the back of his shirt was untucked. And the frigid air on his back brought him back to where they were.

“Stop.”

Without hesitation, Dick backed up. “Sorry, you just looked.”

Zach shook his head, panting out words as he tried to catch his breath.. “That. Later Definitely. More. That. Patrol. Roof. Cold.”

It sounded like caveman nonsense to him, but Dick clearly understood and grinned at Zach.

“Yeah. More later.” He picked up the binoculars. “Got any more coffee?”

They picked patrol up again with electricity sizzling between them while they waited for the power to come back on.

[maribat-menagerie]

Malachite Milestones Wave 2

Starting off, Thank you all for your amazing suggestions!

We had a total of 11 responses and 47 unique ships. These split into 8 Garnet, 25 Rhodonite, and 14 Alexandrite. Another amazing stat is that one ship was suggested so many times (15) that it was promoted to Garnet. While it the ship seems to have plenty of Maribatters wanting it, it is still going through the voting process to be fair. Those in the discord know what ship that is. The next step is voting on the ships that Maribatters want to see as the Active Roster. The link will be featured below.

Below the line is the list of ships that are featured in the form above. Only 17 will end up in the final event.

The Full Compiled List of Ships to Choose From:

Garnet Guardians:

Brucinette

Cassette

Konette

Marave (Marinette/Raven)

Marijon

Roynette

Stephinette

Wally / Marinette

Rhodonite Ravagers:

Alix / Barry Allen

Billy Batson / Marinette

Clark Kent / Marinette

Selina Kyle / Marinette

Victor (Cyborg) / Marinette

Juleka / Kor'i (Starfire)

Roy / Adrien

Kon / Adrien

Bart / Adrien

Jason / Adrien

Jason / Fei

Jason / Nino

Cass / Nino

Damian / Nino

Damian / Chloe

Wally / Chloe

Dick / Chloe

Dick / Miss. Bustier

Dick / Felix

Tim / Felix

Tim / Zoe

Tim / Luka

Barbara / Luka

Klarion / Lila

Alexandrite Avengers:

Oliver Queen / Barry Allen / Emilie Agreste

Cass / Kagami / Marinette

Tim / Kagami / Marinette

Tim / Marinette / Felix

Bart / Marinette / Felix

Raven / Beast Boy / Marinette

Steph / Cass / Marinette

Wally / Dick / Marinette

Wally / Dick / Adrien

Jason / Roy / Adrien

Damian / Jon / Adrien

Bart / Kon / Adrien

Bart / Kon / Tim / Adrien

Jason / Roy / Kor'i / Juleka / Adrien

[landboundstar]

Working On A Rare Pair

Hot take - I am working on a story for one of my favorite rare pairs and I would like to defend it here.

Okay, one of my favorite DC rare pairs (platonic or .... not platonic) is Zachary Zatara and Dick Grayson.

Okay, hear me out.

Zatanna and Bruce have had encounters in canon both as friends and more. So Zachary and Dick having their own dynamic - running into each other, talking, hanging out.

Both of the characters are from a performing background. How many people can Dick talk about being part of a traveling show and the pros and cons, like favorite parts in different cities or mistakes they made practicing?

Both have major imposter syndrome. Dick from comparing himself to Bruce, Zach from comparing himself to his cousin. This feels like something they should bond over.

Plus, I just like seeing the two of them together. Both of them with the similar build, black hair, blue eyes...

So, yes, one reason is I think they are pretty together.

Is this canon - not to my knowledge? I don't think Zach's preferences have been listed. But is it a fun rare pair ship I have.

Hoping to finish their story today!

But had to share my rare pair while thinking of it!

[zerogravityinq]

Tom: Of course, I have Big Dick Energy *pulls Dick over* I have a whole 5 feet and 10 inches of it! Dick: *covers face with hands, laughing so hard he shakes*

[wildberrycrunch]

Where did Harley unearth a Discowing glamour shot??

(Kory gave it to her)

[kiirous]

I had a (day-)dream. Don't ask why, but Dick Grayson and Sung Jin-Woo were kissing.

Now I need a fanfiction about that. It just funny to me, so please can anyone do that? Just for giggles.

[tinkerbelldetective]

Dick Grayson, the universal constant. Courtney Whitmore, whose inner light shines brighter than her Cosmic Staff, with optimism that things will always get better. They love hard and work hard. Is it really any wonder they found each other?

[aveaveria]

Fandom: Nightwing (Comics), Black Lightning (Comics), Outsiders (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jefferson Pierce, Duke Thomas & Dick Grayson & Jefferson Pierce, Mentioned Dick Grayson/His Harem of Older Men, background Canon Relationships - Relationship Characters: Dick Grayson, Jefferson Pierce, Batfamily Members, Dick Grayson's Harem of Older Men - Character Additional Tags: Post & Pre-Boot as one Continuity, Past Relationships, Dick Grayson's Harem of Older Men, mentioned unhealthy relationships, match making, Blind Date Awkwardness, Blüdhaven, Brick City, Superpower Sex, electric play, Kink Exploration, Slight Dom/Sub, Scene Break, Embarrassment, Sportswear Series: Part 3 of Nightwing 60th Bingo - Dick's Accidental Older Men Acquisition

Dick's siblings discuss his love life more often than he'd like them to. Once Duke hears about his Harem of Older Men, it's his chance to bring together two people he respects a lot (because frankly, all that moral ambiguity can't be good for Dick). Someone should have told Duke that Nightwing and Black Lightning have the kind of history and differences that'll make setting them up a little complicated.

@nightwing60thanniversary : Nightwing Bingo Card - New Experiences

[porcelaintoybox23]

If this post gets 5 likes, I will post random snippets from my post Talon/Ric BbRob fic wip

Here ya go

[withthekeyisking-writer]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Spider-Man (Comicverse), Teen Titans (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dick Grayson & Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson & Ben Reilly, Ben Reilly & Slade Wilson Characters: Dick Grayson, Ben Reilly, Slade Wilson Additional Tags: Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Clones, Past Violence, Past Abuse, Human Experimentation, Miles Warren is a Creep, Hurt Ben Reilly, Protective Dick Grayson, Reluctantly Protective Slade, Hurt/Comfort, no editing we die like ben Series: Part 2 of Getting Better (at being alive) Summary:

The last thing Dick was expecting on a Saturday morning was Deathstroke the Terminator showing up at the doors of Titans Tower—not to pick a fight, but to drop off...a person?

@dick-rarepairs First fic in the “Dick Grayson & Ben Reilly” tag :)

[dick-rarepairs]

Hey friends! Another DRPC Year is approaching its end. Time passes fast when you’re having fun pairing Dick in rare ships 😏

If you’re passionate about Dick rare pairs too, then you’ll be happy to learn that the current mod crew (@itsnyxkvistad and @ave-on-main) would like to grow again! If you'd like to work with us on the Dick Rare Pair Challenge, make sure to read up on what your mod duties are going to be all about. 💙

DICK RARE PAIR CHALLENGE MOD

DRPC Mods keep @dick-rarepairs up to date. Therefore, you need a Tumblr account you use regularly to apply. A Discord or Twitter (X) account is required too because Tumblr only supports group chats on the app.

📝 A Blog Mod’s main tasks include:

reblogging new fanworks

creating polls once a month

adding users/fanworks to the Hall of Fame

answering asks

writing announcements

🏆 Furthermore, once a year challenge participants can request a fanwork prize that the mods create. (Learn about prizes here.) 

🎨In rare cases, new graphics must be made and the Tumblr theme must be modified.

That sounds intimidating? Don’t worry, you won’t be alone 😊 All these tasks are worked on together by the mod crew!

If you're interested please apply, using the MOD APPLICATION FORM.

🚨Applications will be open for two weeks, until 23rd September. 

If you have any questions for us, we will happily answer them for you! 💙

[hopeworth]

wip tag game

tagged by @bluegarners <3

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPS.

THE HUNT (lolix + cannibalism)

carry you home in my teeth (red hood squad outsider pov with a lot of ocs)

romanticism dickkyle (I KNOW I KNOW OKAY)

talon and cass (post NML talon!dick & cass)

legacies (the bats future fic :3)

jason does NOT go to therapy

newxprime earth

5 times ric

5 times can do (unfinished 5+1 robins fic)

mistaken identity (butch lesbian dick)

wrong steph (epistolery fic where tim revives the wrong girl)

punk bros (old unfinished dick & jason)

dick & steph besties

hurricane jason

tagging: @mickidona @sunlitlemonade @jackhawksmoor @minnow-doodle-doo i cannot tag that many people man @roseworth @jasontoddisrightfuckyou