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Imagine that when you die, everyone can find out how many words you’ve written ever and which word you used the most (other than something basic like “the”, etc.)
Sounds cool until I realize that mine would most definitely be Dick.
#us Dick Grayson writers don’t even realize how much we say it#and then there’s the Dick Grayson smut writers#or just smut writers in general#i see y’all#dick grayson#ao3#dc comics#writer stuff
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It’s always the people with the most innocent profile pictures that comment on the darkest fics 💀
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FOULLLL. LEAVE HIM ALONE
My friend just sent me this picture of Nightwing and...
Spot the difference, honestly.
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The biggest test of loyalty is not staying faithful in a relationship. It’s working on your WIP even when you get other story ideas.
#it’s a slippery slope#stay strong soldiers#I’ve literally gotten story ideas in dreams#I’m tucking it away for later and staying true#ao3#writing#writer stuff
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Nightwing with his finger stripes is like a girl showing off her acrylic nails. Someone who pays that much attention to detail in their fit doesn’t just not show it off. Suddenly everything he has to say requires excessive hand gestures. When he scrolls on his phone, his fingers are poised and lifted. He doesn’t mind getting dirty—it’s part of the job—but watch the hands, pal.
#he enters diva mode lol#the finger stripes are a beautiful detail that deserves attention#i love it sm#the superior suit#dick grayson#nightwing#dc comics#headcanon
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I LOVE when people in fics refer to Gotham as a person, especially a she. It always slaps. Like, yes, tell me how cold and dark she is, but don’t forget to mention she is the only home you’ve ever known.
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He is so handsome ☝️
a small gift for @gimmemore14
based on his fanfic!
thanks for writing 💐
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I wish tumblr had reblogs and posts in separate categories. I would reblog way more if it didn't clog up my og posts. It's kinda overwhelming. I was so confused at the whole idea of reblogging when I first started tumblr lol. But yeah, I think we should just use comments more often??
when i say i wish people started using the reblog button more i don't mean it in a 'i want more notes' kind of way i mean it in a 'i want to read about your thoughts on this particular thing' and 'i want to have conversations in the tags' and 'i want this to feel like a community again and not like any of those boring social media platforms where artists are content creators and interactions never goes beyond a like'
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Why did I just have a moment where I was like: You know what? I'm done procrastinating and holding things off. Would Dick Grayson do this? No? THEN GET TO WORK.
Then I had the realization that: yes, I am in fact using a fictional character to motivate myself. No, I am not ashamed of that.
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Ao3 would be unstoppable if it had incline comments (like the ones on Wattpad where you can comment on each specific line in the story)
Just imagine the beautiful chaos that would ensue.
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Starting to realize that most of my comments on DC fics almost always consist of “Poor Dick” and “Hahaha.”
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Whatcha’ got on your neck there, Dickie?
#He’s a pretty boy and pretty boys deserve luscious eyelashes#so that’s what I gave him#them Dean Winchester lashes#dick grayson#dc comics#who do you think gave him those marks?#🤭#my art#fanart
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Idk how I ended up making something that was supposed to be a funny headcanon angsty, but here’s some art to make up for it.
People in DC would definitely make edits of their favorite heroes using random camera footage that pops up online. It probably wouldn’t be the best quality, but it would be full of love. The Robins discover this and purposefully pose in front of security cameras and say a witty line, hoping someone puts it in an edit.
Now imagine Jason after he comes back from the dead and finds an edit of himself to Alan Walker’s Faded. He looks at the date and it was made recently. The lyrics go “Where are you now? Another dream. The monster’s running wild inside of me. Im faded” while velocity clips of him as Robin show up where he’s so young and happy.
Jason just stares. That version of him feels like a lifetime ago. A dream, almost, like the lyrics say. It’s trippy.
And then he breaks down, mourning his old self.
Yet, through the tears, he’s secretly glad. He’s glad people—people, that hadn’t even known him—had mourned him, too. That they had missed him.
That he hadn’t been forgotten.
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Someone needs to add a warning to DC comics for ugly art, because the jump scares are REAL.
#jason todd#DEAR GOD#dick grayson#STOP DOING HIM DIRTY#damian wayne#WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE TIM#or a goblin#depends on the comic#Damian is really scary sometimes…#like he’s a KID#dc comics#bruce wayne
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OTHER PEOPLE DO THIS TOO?!? THANK GOD.
Fic so good you read the comment section like a dog licking an empty dog bowl for remnants of flavour
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Just saw the word lemon used as a tag for a fic and got teleported to 2016
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People in DC would definitely make edits of their favorite heroes using random camera footage that pops up online. It probably wouldn’t be the best quality, but it would be full of love. The Robins discover this and purposefully pose in front of security cameras and say a witty line, hoping someone puts it in an edit.
Now imagine Jason after he comes back from the dead and finds an edit of himself to Alan Walker’s Faded. He looks at the date and it was made recently. The lyrics go “Where are you now? Another dream. The monster’s running wild inside of me. Im faded” while velocity clips of him as Robin show up where he’s so young and happy.
Jason just stares. That version of him feels like a lifetime ago. A dream, almost, like the lyrics say. It’s trippy.
And then he breaks down, mourning his old self.
Yet, through the tears, he’s secretly glad. He’s glad people—people, that hadn’t even known him—had mourned him, too. That they had missed him.
That he hadn’t been forgotten.
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