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629. Jason gets crying spells. He is ashamed for having them because he was such a "willful and bold" teen. Often he acts flippant due to his insecurity and likes to hide behind his helmet so no one will see when he gets them. It wasn't known to the family until he started crying in front of everyone. When asked why he was crying, Jason honestly didn't know (and this scares him).
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JayDick, half-naked ice cream and cartoons time
Jason barely makes it through the window, his joints ache from a much too long patrol. Three drug busts and kicking the shit out of an assailant, it’s a pretty damn good night but all he wants is to crash on the couch, maybe wake up in a day or two. He’s ready to kick off his boots when he sees a flash of light coming from the living room and stops.
“Fuck.” he mouths to himself and pulls out his gun.
A few silent steps later and a voice calls out, “I can feel your eyes on me, Jaybird.”
Jason’s shoulders slump, “Dick? Are you fucking serious? What the hell are you doing here?”
“Nice to see you too, Jay.”
He drops his gun on the coffee table and falls back on the couch, “Tired.”
Dick leans over and plants a kiss at Jason’s temple, “Be right back.”
Jason shuts his eyes and smiles, thinking maybe Dick is slipping into something more “comfortable.” His mind wanders to the blue panties, garters, and stockings stashed away in the bedroom. Biting his way down Dick’s chest and mouthing at his lover’s semi hard cock. He’s practically rolling his hips at the thought.
“This’ll help.” Dick says and Jason yelps as suddenly something icy cold lands right on his lap.
His eyes spring open to find a large container of vanilla ice cream and Dick looking at him slightly confused.
“Ice cream?” he manages to ask.
“Comfort food.” Dick smiles and Jason tries not to glare. “I got two spoons.”
Jason sighs and pops open the lid, “What’re we watching?”
He rolls his eyes, though to be honest it suits him just fine, and takes a spoon from Dick. However instead of eating his first bite he feeds it to a completely unaware acrobat who lets some dribble down his chin.
“Jay!” he scolds and gets pushed down onto the couch, “You’re going to get ice cream everywhere.”
Jason grins, “Good.”
227. Jason, more so than the others, uses his alternative persona to hide himself. He is nearly in his Red Hood persona all the time because of his death he was unable to mature and cement who "Jason Todd" is, so there's a whole lot of fear and hatred aimed at himself. As the Red Hood (and other personae he used after his death), Jason can lose himself, feel control over an identity, and feel like a living person. How can he be "Jason Todd" if Jason barely had a concept of "Jason Todd" was? And that's the trouble when people try to speak to him saying "You're not like that" or "You used to X". It'll take time for Jason to fully develop his identity that should have been made in his teenager years. His death and the trauma delayed that.
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The circle of the year winds once more to its beginning. Urðr knots the thread and cuts it, then takes Skuld’s new weave from Verðandi’s hand—future becomes present becomes past, as it has since the Realms began and as it will until the Realms end, if such terms could be considered to have any meaning at all.
And Thor Odinson, firstborn of the All-Father, stumbles away from the warm glow of Gladsheim and drops to his knees at the glittering, shard-bright end of the shattered Bifrost.
It blurs before his sight, a smear of varicolored needles bleeding out into the velvet emptiness, the stars naught but smudged fingerprints in the endless black. He clutches his drinking horn tightly; warm mead spills over his knuckles nonetheless, trickles down to patter like raindrops onto the broken path.
Thor is unused to fleeing the sound of his friends’ raucous laughter. Yet, now, he can bear it no longer—not Sif’s bright ululations, nor Fandral’s high-pitched snigger, nor Volstagg’s booming mirth, nor even Hogun’s undignified snorts, bring him the joy they should. They grate, instead, unharmonious. Cacophonic. Wrong. Such noise, created by a lack all too obvious.
“You laugh so quietly,” he calls out to the void, leaning dizzily over the edge. ”Yet its absence rings louder than all the bells in Niðavellir.”
The black between the stars swallows his call. (Heimdall, standing nearby at watch, says nothing, for Heimdall is wise.)
Thor curls his free hand around the end of the bridge, gazes down where the seas fall away into nothing. His eyes burn hot.
“I know you much prefer wine,” he continues. ”But without you to stop her Sif has gone and drunk it all. I think she misses you as well. Though she would sooner die than admit it.”
(They understood one another, misfits both, bucking the reins of their positions.
Understand. Understand one another.)
The smile stretching Thor’s face feels weak, a pale counterfeit. ”So I suppose you shall have to settle for mead,” he says. ”My deepest apologies.”
His voice cracks—crumbles.
“Hail, brother.” He raises the horn high. ”My brother, my companion, my helpmeet, my left hand. When you return”—and here his voice breaks completely, his breath shuddering—“when you return, there shall be a great feast in your honor, all your favorites, anything you wish, and I shall stand behind you, so that all may see you and know that you are home.”
And Thor tips the drinking horn, pours the mead out into the expanse. It flows as freely as the tears that drip from the end of his nose.
“I will not celebrate the new when the old is not yet gone.”
OH MY GOD I HAVE NO IDEA WHY THAT WAS SO HORRIBLE BUT APPARENTLY I AM ANGST-BOT 5000 TONIGHT HOLY SHIT
ruein replied to your post: Seriously, is there anything Tim hasn’t humped…
Now you just challenged him.
starfata replied to your post: Seriously, is there anything Tim hasn’t humped…
The Flash Mobile.
No, but he’s probably done it inside.
Wally’s always happy to help out a kid with an awkward boner.
secretinternetbox replied to your post: Seriously, is there anything Tim hasn’t humped…
Not in my mind
And given the amount of smut you’ve read, he’s probably successfully humped you mind too.
NAME THINGS PART OOONE
HERE IS PRINCESS THOR AND PRINCESS LOKI <3
I literally always imagine David Tennant dressed as Marty McFly every time I see your screen name
u////u I always picture your icon drinking tea out of an apple~
Girl catches a star when trying to catch a snowflake~
HEY NAME TWIN <3
joannaestep: OKAY YOURS SCANNED BADLY BUT IT WAS REALLY CUTE SOOOO I’M CLEANING IT UP AND COLORING IT BECAUSE I LIKE HOW THE SKETCH TURNED OUT u///u
WUB WUB WUB AUDREY-KUN <3
I JUST WANTED TO DRAW HIDDLES U///v///U
Sorry for the bad scan Q_Q I didn’t know what to draw, so I saw on your about page that you like this game/character *w*
Haha, yeah, sorry these are so sloppy and rushed 8D;;; I have a lot to do still 8|
JayDick, "Happy Birthday, Mr. Nightwing~ *throws off panties*"
I’m terribly sorry for taking several months before replying to this, I also had trouble with how I should write this T_T
(it was supposed to become more smutty)
“Hey, babe, wake up.”
Dick groaned and cracked one eye open to be met with a smirking Jason Todd face. Not to mention that he was very obviously straddling his hips. Unfortunately making him think of all the nights where they were moaning loudly and getting pounded into the mattress.
“Uh, Jay, what are you doing?” The question was followed by a yawn before getting kissed suddenly.
Dick moaned into the kiss and quickly let Jason take control of it. He moved his hands to grip tightly onto Jason’s hair while the younger mans roamed over his chest.
The kiss broke and they were panting for air. Jason kept on smirking.
“Happy birthday Dickie, I’ve got a present for you.” The older blinked up, slightly dazed.
Jason started to kneel up on the bed, completely naked except for a pair of blue panties.
Dick gasped before smirking and hooking a finger into the panties. “Best birthday ever.”
Jason Todd never was fully mature as an adult emotional wise. Dying and the time gap between his resurrection and his mental revival made it so he’s mentally an older teen in a body of an adult.
Jason is also more inclined to trust women because of his previous experiences as Robin seeing women being victimized.
He does regret a lot of his actions towards his adopted family, but feels stuck in a cycle of them alienating him so he can work out his issues and him resenting them because they haven’t sincerely tried to support him in recovering.
Jason doesn’t like to kill and never really take any pleasure to it (possible exception to this is The Joker). Jason rationalizes it as prevention and control, and so no one else has to end up being a victim to super-villain like he was.
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I WANNA DO IT! Let’s plan!!! … Oh, I know. We’ll go to a Macaroni Grill when you come visit and draw on the table clothe all our plans, then insist on taking it with us. *sage nod*
OH MY GOSH THIS IS THE BEST PLAN.
LOOK SHINI WE ALREADY FOUND ONE!
Dick and Jason - ☼, ☮, ☻, ♤, and to be greedy - ☄ (I want to hear about LW!)
yes, yes, yes. Dick and Jason. Let me tell you about headcanons. I’m not sure if you meant the ship or the individuals, I’ve done the ship, but if you want I can always do the individuals too!
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The next three desserts I'll be interrupting your lives with over the weekend
First will be a quasi-traditional strawberry shortcake, suggested by Ruein and a necessity since it’s my dad’s favorite dessert. Since the overall construction isn’t exceedingly difficult, I’m doing the biscuits from scratch, for practice. I’m also doing a bit of balsamic in the strawberries (inspired by a suggestion from Mal).
Second will be flan, because flan is amazing and Cheddar helpfully reminded me of its existence. Relatively straight-forward.
Third is tiger cake! Laura suggested this and I had no idea what she meant, though I was fairly certain she didn’t mean making a cake in the shape of a tiger. I did some searching and I found a cake called Finnish tiikerikkakku, which can also known as tiger cake. I don’t know if that’s what she meant, but tiikerikkakku is really fun to say so I’m going to make it anyway.
I’ve still got a sore arm and a fuzzy head, so no shopping today, but my goal is to get to the shortcake tomorrow. I am excite.
ruein replied to your post: Note: Don’t take my word on Tim having a…
I think he has one of the less dynamic depressive disorders. I think he has dysthymia at least. Neurotic/avoidant personality disorder would fit too.
Dysthymia does sound like something he has, because Tim certainly doesn’t acknowledge his problems. I think if he has avoidant, it became more obvious the year after everyone died on him.
I mean, I definitely think Tim has something—but I think it’s a disorder that’s not obvious. It’s laced into his personality, so not even Bruce might notice until it bordered on out of control.