#hddjjf

[saytrrose]

Are tadc fans just physically incapable of not referring to fat characters as pregnant

I see this on my posts of chubby Kinger, but more often on @allhailthequeenuwu posts with Pomni. Her Pomni design is adorable, I love it but man the comments are fucking stupid.

Like seriously can you people just be normal about a body type that isn’t anorexic or on steroids

[iridescent-ren]

you anONS ARE SO CONFUSING I CANT FIGURE OUT WHOS WHO OR WHAT ANYTHING MEANS HSHDJDJFJ

[rose-blooms-red]

HDDJJF <3 <3

Also idk if it makes you feel better, but this isnt the bit that gets the Full impact of my Tim and Dick feels lol, theres a whole other wip centered on it djdjfj

Mk! So @navndyne sent in 2 prompts a bit ago, a star wars one which I already filled, and this one! which was “or maybe something with tim & cass & dick that’s centered around the manor in some way??” And I loved it so!! I wanted to do it. Then of course @bigskydreaming got me having Emotions about tim and dick’s relationship because of Conner and……well, I do Not care if the timeline for this makes no sense, Canon’s timeline doesn’t either so I have free range so I hope you all enjoy this lmao it isnt my best work but staring at the words any longer would’ve made me go mad. (Read on Ao3)

The Manor is still, quiet, the air full of ghosts and dreams.

Bruce is out, Alfred is shopping, Damian is—

Dick winces, doesn’t think about that.

He doesn’t think about a lot of things, it’s easier that way, better than breaking down.

(He looks at the Damian of his memories and thinks child, my child, my heart and my love and my life. He looks at the empty part of his heart, all ripped open and ravaged. All the bits torn out and thinks, dead, dying, gone.

He looks at the child’s grave and can’t think Damian, can’t see the prickly wonderful little boy who revealed the kindness he held in spades.

He breathes, and it is grief, lined with sorrow, lined with the parts of his heart.)

The Manor is still and Dick stands in the entryway like he is the ghost, the unwanted memory.

There is a shadow on the stairs.

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