why is there no good dick grayson/raven shit anywhere ever
and im talking dick drawn like how he normally is, as nightwing not as his TT 2003 design
and he needs the personality of batfam dick
i cant find one decent piece of art for it
there is one singular good fic for them and its unfinished, hasnt been updated in 5 years
I feel like I won the ultimate waiting game. the ultimate investment
For years I’ve been posed the question “DC or Marvel”. I say DC, im a childhood Teen Titans watcher. I loved CW Supergirl and Flash in middle school. Currently Batfamily obsessed
Without fail, every time, I answer DC—and without fail, every time, I discover im talking to a Marvel prick who wanted an excuse to talk about how DC sucks and how Marvel has incredible movies
ITS MY TURN TO SHIIIIIIINE
Being a longtime DC fan has paid off incredibly
Marvel is washed and stale now and milking out the franchise atp and DC is getting smth fresh and new and amazing and it’s SO worth it
I feel avenged after years of ppl telling me the avengers are better than the JL
hear me out. sex pollen but instead of fuck or die it's you fuck? you die! jason and dick losing their mind internally because this is supposed to be easy. it's the easy sex pollen, they don't have to do something they don't want except they do want it and they want it real bad. so fucking bad that they when they least expect it they're on top of each other, full gear on, grinding like idiots through layers of clothes and armor and they just need to fuck but can't and this is as best as they're gonna get. :)
we as fans need to put more actual incest into batcest.
most of the time when i read fics with batcest ships it's "they've never regarded each other as brothers anyway" or "their relationship irrevocably changed while they were away from each other and now they don't see each other as father and son" or "they were never adopted in this au" or "the incestuous nature of their relationship will never be mentioned by anyone or explored in any meaningful way".
where are the fics where the characters see themselves as both siblings/parent and child and lovers at the same time? where one of them had a crush on the other and it never went away even though their relationship transformed into a more brotherly one? where there're complicated family dynamics intertwined with romantic/sexual relationships? where there's slow burn and denial of feelings because of social norms? where there's guilt, anger, horror and other emotions the character experiences when they realize they have very inappropriate feelings for someone?
give me scenarios where siblings have to go undercover as a couple. where they have to share a very small bed and huddle naked for warmth. where they're overcome with an instinctual urge to mate with each other in omegaverse world. where the universe decided they're romantic soulmates despite being perceived by society as father and son. where they find themselves in a fuck or die situation with each other.
i just think it'd make the relationships much more interesting and complex.
i kind fuck with cheating tim drake. like hell yeah, give me those fidelity issues
i love it when a mf has an indefensible character trait
now cheating dick grayson i dont buy. thats just not him at all
but cheating tim drake? like ykw that tracks
he 100% intellectualizes his emotions to the point where he doesnt understand the harm he causes
-j
part 1
I want to see Raven's emotional repression incident like what happened in the episode Fear Itself manifest from a different emotion.
In that episode, Raven refused to acknowledge her fear of the horror movie monster, and we figure out by the end that she couldn't use any of her magic because it was manifesting as a projection of her repressed emotion. It created the monster.
I wanna see this but with grief.
(disclaimer this was all written with Present by Lloyd Vaan playing in the back, i was in a mood. a sad one. highly recommend playing it while you read)
Nightwing dies. It was horrible, and tragic, and there was nothing to be done.
Raven hasn't figured out how to process the sheer amount of grief now on her shoulders, not in the slightest.
It's the morning a week after Dick's funeral, and Raven's magic still isn't working. It hasn't worked since then, and honestly? She's fine with whatever anomaly this is. She takes it as a sign. She doesn't think she could even coax herself out of her apartment, let alone out to do hero work. Everything feels off.
The dismal Gotham cityscape outside her window quite accurately reflects her general state lately. A gray, numb indifference. The clouds blanket the skies at all hours, permanently blocking the sun—and at any given point, it looks like it could start pouring. Like the skies have been collecting water for weeks, and they refuse to let the earth have it until it physically can't hold anymore.
But the clouds are stubborn. It doesn't rain.
Raven doesn't walk so much as she aimlessly wanders out of thei— her room. She should probably eat, but nothing sounds good. All food sounds the same. Everything looks the same. Everything feels the same. A grayscale on her senses.
A scent cuts into her stillness. Warm, familiar—waffles, wafting from the kitchen. The potency of the smell almost makes her dizzy. She follows it, and blue waits for her at the end.
Sparkling, true blue eyes. A soft, baby blue tshirt. An easy smile, and a voice so familiar she could drown in it.
"Morning, Rae," he chirps, not unlike a bluebird. Or a robin. He flips the waffle maker, and he looks directly at her
Raven's hollowed chest aches with her next breath, her eyes burn.
Dick suddenly looks alarmed. Is that her fault? His hands are at her shoulders, and she thinks maybe it is.
"Woah, hey— is everything okay?"
She hates that question. Her vision swims, and she can't get a word out.
"A nightmare?" he asks gently, and Raven thinks that must be it.
"You died," her voice cracks, and the look in his eyes is nothing short of heartbroken.
"Oh, honey," he murmurs, and suddenly he's holding her. Holding her together. She's encased in warmth, and Raven is clinging to his blue shirt like a lifeline. She blinks rapidly, and tears spill in silence. Dick cuts through it, a blue sky peeking through the overcast. "I'm so sorry. I'm right here, okay? I'm not going anywhere."
Her shoulders tremble.
———
Three weeks pass, and the nightmare fades from her memory like any other dream. Life carries on as usual.
Her magic is still shot—Dick was just as perplexed, when she had finally told him.
He was also concerned, and he looked over at her phone on the nightstand. It sat there, dead and untouched for the better part of the last few weeks. Raven doesn't see the issue.
"A month without magic is a big deal, Raven," he says quietly, into the darkness of the bedroom. The darkness of the space between them in the bed. "Surely the Titans would—"
"I don't want their help," she snaps, and Dick goes uncharacteristically quiet. The shame washes over her instantly, and she presses her face into her hands. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"
"It's okay," Dick murmurs, and he's gently tugging her hands away from her face to replace them with his lips. A soft kiss to her cheeks, to her nose, to her lips. Raven finds his blue eyes in the dark.
Dick pulls her in close, and tucks her head under his chin. Not another word is spoken the rest of the night.
___
Part 2 coming, I had to stop writing to go to class :(
-j
I'm a huge fan of angst where theres a trio, and one of them dies.
That character was the heart of the trio,
and the remaining two end up getting married.
not because they were planning to, or even wanted to,
but because they're holding each other together—and they're the only two who understand the massive hole left in their lives.
They don't feel like pulling themselves together in order to find companionship elsewhere
yes, this is about Dick dying and Jason & Raven being left with the aftermath
-j
Dickrae codependency (post Teen Titans 2003 universe) is one of my favorite headcanons for the two of them
Dick was Raven's first friend, he knew her best of anyone on the team. When Raven manifested that eldritch horror of a creature in the Tower because she was bottling up her fear—Dick was the only Titan to figure it out. He was the one to pull her (literally) from the depths of hell when she had lost all hope, the one to pull her back into the light. She would be entirely lost without him—he's her whole world.
In turn, Raven is the only one that truly understands Dick. They have an empathic bond, which Dick relies heavily on to communicate anything (seeing as he picked up on Bruce's emotional constipation). She knows what he's feeling, at all times, and he's grateful for the fact that he never needs to explain himself to her. She just gets it. But magic aside, she understands his secrecy, his need for space, the kind of dark things he keeps tucked away. She knows it all too well, not to mention their common trauma with Slade. They are birds of a feather, so to speak.
Dick can simply give her a look and she immediately picks up on what's wrong, and what he needs. If Raven ever feels off kilter, Dick's hand is already at her back, providing a grounding touch that she's wholly grateful for. They are a duo of perpetual and silent physical touch, in one form or another. Separation anxiety is a bitch for the both of them—the longer they aren't physically in the same space, the more on edge they get. The entire foundation of their relationship is implicit communication and trust, and the people around them are consistently bewildered at their ability to seemingly exchange thoughts and understanding by simply making eye contact.
Despite the fact they both use the empathic bond as a crutch to avoid verbal communication—they mutually understand the feeling. It never comes up. As long as they have each other, they have a constant, subconscious outlet for their feelings without ever actually needing to share them—and for the two people most prone to bottling emotions? It's the perfect relationship.
-j
Could you write Richard madly in love and a little jealous of Raven on a hot night? plz, thanks!
It was still 102 degrees. Even nearing midnight, the humidity continued to linger through the tower like a sauna. The heatwave that had struck the city meant everyone was using as much AC power as possible, which in turn led to a countywide blackout. Unfortunately even with their back up generators pumping semi cool air throughout the building, the tower was huge, and not all the rooms had been deemed a priority for air conditioning. Robin’s office was one of them. Just because the others didn’t consider his work important doesn't mean he didn’t. A power outage didn’t mean that crime would rest.
His mind tries to ignore the creeping voice of rationale that no one wants to go out in the blistering heat, let alone commit crime, but the voice is easy to brush away as another trail of sweat runs down his neck and causes him to shiver. Cursing to himself he runs the back of his hand along his forehead, wiping the growing moisture away on his shorts as he sighs heavily. Spite had pushed him through the first two hours he’d spent alone here, but now it was becoming unbearable. Water could only do so much to cool him. Especially when his body was precipitating faster than he could hydrate. Enough was enough. Paperwork could wait another day.
Robin groans, standing from his desk, stretching quickly and ignoring the streams of sweat that trickle out of various creases of skin. He feels disgusting. His shorts feel like they absorb the humidity in the air, seeping his shorts in a heavy moisture. It feels like he’s been dunked in a pool but with none of the cool relief, only more stuffy air to greet him as he moves out into the hallway. It’s only moderately cooler. Robin holds his arms away from his body awkwardly as he walks, trying to keep his skin from sticking against itself. He wants to whine, it’s the only thing that he thinks will make his body feel better besides a spontaneous snowfall.
Making it back to his room is ideal, but Raven’s door is only slightly farther away. He’s sure her room is cool, all the bedrooms were considered top priority at night. He’d only have to sacrifice the cold shower he’d been looking forward to and deal with Raven complaining about his sweat covering her sheets.
It’s worth it, he decides. Bypassing his door he drags himself around the corner of the chamber corridor and down to hers. Rapping his knuckles along the metal lightly, knowing she’ll hear it or feel him nearby if she’s awake, the door slides open easily. If he’d been a little more awake he might have noticed the lack of breeze from a change in temperature to greet him. Walking in he anticipates being met with an icy wall of air, only to be met with a thicker, even more humid film of heat.
Robin coughs, his hand flying up to his throat as he throws a look of surprise toward the empath on the bed.
“What the hell, Raven?” he pants, feeling his body prickle with reinforced heat.
Raven sits up quickly noticing his distress. “What?”
“Where’s your AC? It feels worse than my office in here,” he groans, holding his arm further from his sides to emphasize his point.
“Oh, I had Cy turn mine off. I figured there was something more important it could be used for,” she shrugs, relaxing a little.
“Aren’t you hot?”
“You tell me,” she teases.
Robin groans. “Stop. I can’t even think about that right now. It’s too hot,”
She hums in amusement, sliding out from under her covers to pad over to him.
“I’m fine,” she smirks slightly, coming to a stop in front of him.
“How?”
Even in the few seconds he’s been standing here, he can feel the way his exasperation has increased his body temperature and he shakes his hands trying to relieve the stimulation. The fringe of his hair has already started sticking to his forehead and the back of his neck and he can’t help his grimace from the occasional tickle.
Raven’s smile grows a little bigger, only further laced with satisfaction. “I don’t know what you remember from the end of the world, but I was kind of born to endure heat,”
Robin groans heavily as the realization dawns on him..
“Oh. Hell,” Robin nearly heaves out the words. “You’re a demon,”
His head rolls back in dismay. It’s like a betrayal he’d never accounted for or expected. Not even one that either of them could control. There would be no solace here from the heat. And even worse, he was going to have to walk back to his room after all.
“The heat makes you dramatic,” Raven laughs, taking a final step closer and reaching up to brush her fingers across his dampened skin.
The chilly shock of her fingers makes him stiffen, the pads of her fingers pressing lightly against his skin, just enough to tease him with relief.
“You’re cold!” he gasps, leaning further into her touch.
Raven looks just as surprised as he does, flattening her hand against his forehead and letting her icy touch soothe him.
“Oh my god,” he throws himself at her, his hands digging under her shirt to wrap around her waist, his arms pressing against as much of her skin as he can possibly touch.
“Robin,” she whines as their skin velcros together, adhered with his sweat.
“You’re like an ice pack,” he mumbles against her shoulder.
“You’re like a sticky counter,” she grimaces in return.
Robin holds her tighter, nearly lifting her off the ground as he tries to pull her closer. He drags her over to her bed, the heat of the room all but nearly forgotten as he lavishes in his newfound prize. He flops backward, causing her to land on top of him with a grunt and he shifts his arms to support her.
“You’re getting my sheets all sweaty,” Raven huffs.
“As if you care,”
“I’m the one who has to wash them,” she chides, rolling her eyes.
Robin’s arms move around underneath her shirt enthusiastically, pressing his forearms against her back so his biceps can soak up the chill from her stomach. He buries his face against her neck and collarbone, the slightly humid air now chilled nicely and scented with her herby scent. Their legs tangle as she shifts to lay more comfortably on top of him, his knees still bent and hanging off the edge of her bed. Her short clad legs draping over his thighs and hips meant he was nearly covered by her frigid body.
“Why are you so cold? You’re never this cold,”
“I don’t know. My body does weird things. My powers run cold, maybe it’s a side effect,” she shrugs around his grip.
The strings all align in Robin’s mind. The “winter” in Jump wasn’t exactly arctic levels, but she always seemed especially irritable in the cold. Even in the summer she would complain about being cold, and would often press her chilly hands and feet against his skin to seep his warmth. He felt silly about never thinking much of it before, blaming it on her potentially having bad circulation. Her genealogy being the answer made much more sense– she wasn’t built for earth’s weather.
“I guess I always assumed you would be hot blooded or something. Y’know, demons and heat and all that,” he mumbles into her shoulder.
“I don’t really have any assumptions, being nonpareil and all,”
“Fair enough.” he shifts his arms searching out untouched skin, his own body heating hers up far too quick for his liking.
Raven slaps his hands lightly in warning when his touches get a little too unintentionally overzealous and he offers a soft apology against her skin. Settling down a little as he feels his internal temperature lower to a much more manageable degree. The satisfaction simmers throughout him and he sighs in relief.
“How unfair,” he murmurs.
“What?”
“Your endurance,”
“Robin, I’m cold nearly eighty percent of the year, a few days where I’m comfortable is hardly an advantage,” she huffs.
“You’re better than AC,” he hums, his voice muffled between them. “This is great. I love this. I love you,”
Thinking about a no capes AU for dickjayrae, featuring Vampire!Dick, Succubus!Raven, and Ghost!Jason
They all live together as roommates—and poor, exhausted Jason has to help his two hopeless friends navigate the human world. By the supernatural nature of Dick and Raven being a vampire and a succubus, respectively, they can both see Jason's spiritual form—but the average person can't.
This results in chaotic situations like Jason trying to teach them how to use self checkout at the grocery store. He must juggle the chaos of walking Raven through how to pay at the machine without being able to pick up the card himself, while barking at Dick to keep his hungry ass away from the fucking deli.
Thankfully, Raven's smart, and she figures it out with a flicker of a smile at the corner of her mouth. After several minutes of Dick blatantly pretending Jason wasn't there, Raven calls for him to leave, and he's with her to carry the bags in moments. Jason wants to die. Again.
-j
new to tumblr!!
my friend and i decided to pull a joint acc out of the ether to post our dc ship brainrot that would otherwise stay locked away in a discord server.
dead dove ships will frequent the page
we're pretty huge fans of dickrae, jayrae, and jaydick— or even better, dickjayrae (dick grayson, jason todd, and raven)
we also love a ton of other ships honestly most of it will get mentioned at some point
godspeed gamers
-j & c
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