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This is an Indie, Highly Private, Mutuals only Dick Grayson blog. Tracking the tag: NightlySleuth. Mun & Muse are 21+. Meaning no minors allowed. This RPer took the Anti-Hate Pledge.

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I can now be found on here

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I'm moving all my muses. I'll post the link{s} soon.

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Reblog if it is okay if your muse is hurt, severely injured or tortured in RPs.

[withscales-archived]

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If I made Dick a side blog on my personal, how many would follow me?

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Gonna grab something to eat.

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Cont'd

Dick deflated. "It's okay. I just thought it would be a way for us to bond."

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Might make a Mythologic Multimuse.

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How do you feel about writing canon vs OCs? is it different or similar for you?

This is a tough one because each has its pros and cons. As much as I love fleshing out Canons, you have more freedom with OCs. It's different.

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I'm going to be SlythxrinsIceQueen if anyone wants to RP.

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For Munday, anonymously ask the mun something you want to know about them, their portrayal, or what they will/won’t write.

Especially if it’s something you’re too shy or afraid to ask off-anon. 

(Admin note: If you reblog this from someone, try to send them something, even if it’s just a basic question. The mun will really appreciate it.)

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nightlysleuth​:

Dick rolled his eyes at himself and followed Eliza out of the window. Her idea was much better than his. Which was to find an air duct to crawl through. Old habits die hard, I supposed. He chuckled quietly. “Now what?”

Eliza replaces the window, “Well, I would normally go to the front of the asylum and pretend that I was somewhere else when the riot happened.” Only a few people knew about the window, but she wasn’t planning on telling him that.

“How did you know to come get me?”

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Nodding in acceptance, Dick dropped the topic. Everyone was entitled to their secrets. "I saw you on the security cameras." He tells her as they head for the front of the building. He glanced at the woman from the corner of his eye.

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Cont'd from here.

"You okay there, Jay?" Dick asked, pretending not to notice the fact that he was making the other nervous. Stopping two to three inches away, the older of the pair gave Jason the chance to make the next move. He wasn't going to force himself on the younger man.

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''What - no, it's not!'' Jason couldn't believe this. How could Dick even think that he was to blame for what had happened to him? Jason had been the one to run. Jason had ignored direct orders from Bruce. He had made the mistake, he had paid for it. Dick had nothing to do with him.

He didn't answer his phone.

The thought came to him, unbidden, and Jason winced. He didn't blame Dick for not answering. Hell, he'd been off-planet. Even if Dick had answered, it wouldn't have made a fucking difference. He still would have gone after Sheila. He still would have died. ''Dick, what happened... It wasn't your fault.''

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Dick desperately wanted to believe that but he couldn't bring himself to. "Yes, it is." He insisted, his words coming out strained. "I ignored the instincts that were screaming at me that something bad was going to happen and you paid the price." Looking back at Jason, he made a promise to himself that he wouldn't let anything like that happen to the younger man again.

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# - @jp-todd-rp

send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including:

                             - what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: Jay

                             - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone:

                             - what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: Blood // Water by Grandson.

                             - my muse’s last text to your muse: G*ds dammit, Jay. Where the hell are you? Call me back when this.

[batfam-cave]

I'm sorry, I know this is a serious situation and all, but I can't ignore the fact that Dick's face is like saying "ew bro, you stinks"

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“#”

send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including:

                             - what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: D. T.

                             - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone:

                             - what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: You're My Best Friend by Queen.

                             - my muse’s last text to your muse: I screwed up, Don. If you don't hear back from me in a few days, I want you to take over as leader of the Titans. Their going to need your leadership and guidance.

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Cont'd from here.

"You okay there, Jay?" Dick asked, pretending not to notice the fact that he was making the other nervous. Stopping two to three inches away, the older of the pair gave Jason the chance to make the next move. He wasn't going to force himself on the younger man.

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Jason scoffed, almost disbelieving, despite the treacherous squeeze around his heart. ''So what, you - you harbored this for years? For me? I've killed people, Dick. Damn near killed Tim. Bruce, even. And you expect me to believe that you'd still want me?!''

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"Yes," Dick answered simply, his face darkening. "We've all killed people, Jay." He held up a hand to stop the other from interrupting. "The circumstances for the kills don't matter." He wet his dry lips, a nervous glint in his blue eyes. "The question is do you feel the same after I let you down?"

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Jason wanted to argue, wanted to push back, wanted -

Gods, he wanted.

But Dick's words struck something primal and dark within him. ''You - You never let me down, Dick, what the fuck are you even talking about?''

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"Yes, I did." Dick shot back, hunching in on himself. "It's my fault that you died." He said, forcing the words out. As much as he didn't want to talk about as it gave him severe anxiety, he knew the conversation was long overdue.