Still not fully back, but I needed some fuzzy feelings, so I'm spoiling myself. And spoiling y'all with part of my Terry's fic. Literally.
SPOILER WARNING! Kinda... This is part of a long fanfic.
Extract from Territorial Pissings
"I love you"
The smile died on Dick's lips. Terry stared at him. Not a single speck of mockery on those ice blue.
"I-"
"No matter what, dick-"
"That wasn't capitalized..."
"- no matter what, RICHARD," he ignored the eye roll "I think of you as my brother, and I love you"
"... But?"
Terry lifted an eyebrow "But?"
"But?"
"What do you mean but?"
"There's... No but?"
"... Man. No. No! There's no- What the fuck?" Terry covered his face, a sudden wave of fear as he looked at his older brother "Has... Bruce ever said a but-?"
"NO!! No! No no never!" Dick waved his hands frantically between them.
"Then why?"
"...I don't know" he shrugged. Terry swallowed the frustration as Dick sheepishly stared at the floor. "I just thought... It isn't that important"
Terry wanted to smack some sense into him. "You do know how fucking important you are for us all, right?"
Richard blinked "I mean-"
"Not as a leader, not as Wing. You. Richard. The stupid, infuriating motherfucker-"
"HEY!"
"- who's unable to keep to himself for more than three seconds and silence is his enemy"
"Are we fighting again or-?"
"We love you. WE. As a family. You matter a whole world to us"
"I- Uh... Thanks? I think?"
Terry stood up from the couch, straightening his back.
"You know what?" He smirked, and Dick shuddered at the implications "Let's do this"
"I'm... Not fully confident on following your-"
"Ask B" Terry moved towards the door "You would make his whole week if you allow him to verbalize how fucking much he cares about you"
"... You need to stop hanging out with Jay, you're cursing way too mu-"
"Ask him!" He yelled from the door
"Terry! Terry, wait!" Dick quickly stood up. Terry turned to look at him. "You know..." Dick's smile was soft, Terry returned it "I... Can be quiet if I want to"
Dick laughed at the grunt his brother gave him, closing the door with a loud bang. He heard a muffled complaint from Bruce somewhere in the manor, and a yelled apology from Terry.
... His brother. He sighed and took a seat back.
Bruce looked immersed in whatever he was currently reading. Dick narrowed his eyes. That was definitely one of Jason's books for their dumb book club... Damn. Ok, maybe Jay is right, and he IS jealous of their book c-
"Chum" Bruce smiled at him, but he had that expression that said 'Are you okay, chum? Do you want to talk?'. Dick wanted to. So he nodded with a cautious smile and moved to sit next to his dad.
Bruce closed the book, giving him his full attention. And Richard felt like crying. This is such a bad, bd idea. He swallowed, opened his mouth, and closed it. He felt stupid, shameful. He looked up, trying to laugh if off... But Bruce was only waiting, patiently. Like always. As if Dick meant the universe in that moment, and Bruce could wait forever until his son would find the right words.
"What do I mean to you?" the words came on its own, cascading before he could stop them. He saw the momentary surprise on Bruce's eyes, before a warmth that Dick could only describe as pure love covered it. And Dick was crying before his father could formulate a word, because he knew the answer even if Bruce never said it before.
"Everything" callous fingers cleaned tears and dragged him from the back of his head to a stiff shoulder to hid "You mean everything, chum. You are my everything" He sobbed against soft fabric, his fingers digging at Bruce's side. And he allowed himself to be loved, to be cared, to be someone's world, to be-
"Well, fuck. Then what am I?"
He whipped his head up, Bruce barely able to avoid the collision. Jason crossed his arms with a smirk from where he sat on top of the mobile staircase over the bookshelf.
"Since wheeeeen-?" His voice came whiny and rough from the loud sobbing. He felt his face burn in shame.
Jason rolled his eyes and jumped down "It's ten on a fucking Sunday morning, Dickbert. It's bookclub day-"
"You're also my everything, Jaylad"
Jason fliched, freezing in place and slowly turning his head to their father. "Ok, that's super unfair- I wanted to be angry at- This must be cheating! This has to be cheating!"
Bruce chuckled, opening his other arm, Jason grumbled, face red to his neck, and moved to hid (at least the top of his head, that huge duffus) at Bruce's side. Dick sinffled "You're interrupting"
He got a kick as an answer "I was here first" Dick kicked back.
"What are you going to tell the others?" Dick grinned, looking up from his spot. Bruce looked down with a lifted brow.
"Yeah" came a mumble from Bruce's other arm "we both are your everything. The rest is going to go mad"
Bruce rolled his eyes so loudly, it reminded Dick of Damian's own gestures. "You are all my everything"
"Noooo" Jason's head popped into view "You can't split your everything into-" He stopped himself, then straightened and started counting with his fingers
"Damn"
"Shut up, you're making me lose count!"
"Bruce, this is a problem"
"Chum-"
"No, seriously, a problem"
"Oh god..."
"What?"
"Are we ten?"
"... Ok, no. Start over" Bruce straightened himself, suddenly concerned
Dick laughed "I'm telling you!!"
"No, wait. Eight?" Jason tilted his head
"That sounds more like it" Bruce nodded
"Are we counting the emontionally attached children, or just the legal ones?"
"... Chum"
"No, no. That's a valid question, pops. If we have to share our everything with them, it better be a standard for it"
"Jaylad, don't encourage him"
"We need to start a list"
"Boys..."
"I say we call the ones that share a last name and call to vote"
"Oh, so you're going elitist, now, circus kid?"
"Boys."
"One, I'm deeply offended by your statement, I would NEVER. Two, as if you disagree with my point, boom goes the dynamite"
"... Damn"
"Ok, I might have gone overbo-"
"No, no That was good"
"Oh, thank you"
"For someone who spent his formative years flashing his underwear to the entirety of Gotham's underworld."
"I was NINE!!"
Bruce sighed and quietly stood up. "AND YOU WERE ALREADY A PERVERT!!" Jason pointed behind Bruce's back, standing up and following his dad.
"You better take that back!" Dick followed them.
"I would, if you hadn't doubled it down with that horrifying Discowing suit" Jason shuddered.
"What do you mean!? It was fashionable!!"
"It was an act of terrorism to everyone's eyes!"
"Jay!!"
"You flashed us your tits every time you did a summersa-!"
The library door shot, leaving them both inside. They stared at the door, then at each other, and then they were running.
Self indulgent pack based on the cutie patootie we recently split !
Name: Thea
Roles: Optimist, femininity holder, fashionista
Pronouns: she/her only pls!
Gender: trans female
Orientation: panrose
Likes/Dislikes: likes fashion, pickles, noodles, sweets, the color pink, the color white; dislikes sour/spicy foods, dark colors, getting dirty, transphobes
since 2021, i would always draw myself as a variant of dr otto. he’s always been my favorite and it’s been a small tradition to just draw it out. i get to see the growth while i’m at it too.
here’s the recent digital work i did
the two pager is another one i did this year. the single is from 2024.
and this is the start of it all, kinda. it’s not the first but the first was some doodle.(too lazy to look for it.)
