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batwngs · 2 years
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Aaaaa tysm!!!Kory is so underappreciated!Is it okay if if request platonic hcs for being best friends with Kory?
i really think being friends with kory would mostly just be casual hangouts ranging between doing nothing/passive activities to doing things you both enjoy
so your hangouts are often spent taking trips around town to shop and try on clothes before getting lunch at a restaurant that opened not too long ago. or hanging out with donna too and going with them to kory's photoshoots in the park, where you pretty much cheer them on before donna turns the camera on you for smile and laughter-driven photos. or heading to a ceramics studio to paint and make bowls for each other's homes, where you both comment and laugh at each other's poorly shaped life-drawings translated onto the surfaces of mugs or coasters
regardless of whatever the both of you are doing (or not doing), the bulk of your hangouts are mostly conversations to catch one another on each other's lives. since kory is often off-world for weeks or months at a time, you only really are able to hangout for short (or long) bursts of time before the next mission or crisis rolls around. so its not unusual for the majority of your conversations to revolve around how school and/or work is going for you, how missions are going for her and how the titans are doing, or how you dealt with idiots you had to work with while kory was fighting an global threat
and it's not uncommon for you to find yourself on the kitchen floor of donna and kory's apartment, containers of left overs in your hands as you have one of your infamous late night conversations, a ritual between the three of you during your many sleepovers (a way to drag out the time spent together). these conversations travel great distances, shifting between rants about your day, the kind of photography donna wants to explore, and kory talking about tamaran. its nights like these where you all delve into each other's loves and hates, the missing and the found, the gapping emptiness of your souls and what crawls inside and makes that space home.
it's kind of also become ritual for you and kory to share gifts with one another, as if they're thank you notes and love letters for being in each other's lives and listening to what you each have to share. usually these gifts are echoes to previous conversations, like your painting a landscape of a corner of universe for kory based off of the descriptions she told you about from her last off-world mission
one thing to note is that kory loves greatly and is highly emotional, in that she becomes very attached in pretty much all her relationships. she carries this trauma and fear of abandonment with her that she also brings into her friendship with you. it appears mostly through her wanting to spend as much time with you as possible. after a few times of pseudo-moving into her and donna's shared apartment for several weeks before they left for a new mission, you both would eventually have that conversation about boundaries and establish a more healthy friendship
overall i really think a friendship with kory would be a very beautiful thing, filled with so much warmth and joy and love. even if y'all aren't always near by or available to spend time together, you both put in the effort to find time and meet each other in the middle :)
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Roy, sighing: This can only end one way.
Jason, nodding: Gay.
Roy: What was that?
Jason: SLAY. Murder. Crime.
Kori: Draw four.
Roy: Okay yeah, I’m with Jason.
Jason: please
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cybertwinke · 1 year
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Super Model Kory Anders and Photographer Donna Troy spotted in New York City🛍️
Closeup 📸
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fifiophobia · 1 year
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Why aren’t there more stories that explore Batman and Starfire’s dynamic?
They’re perfect foils for each other in that:
Batman is controlling while Starfire is independent and stubborn
Batman bottles his emotions up while Starfire isn’t afraid to express her emotions
Both experienced childhood traumas that sculpted their outlooks on life
Batman (intentionally or not) taught Nightwing to be an emotionally bottled up perfectionist, while Starfire taught him to let go and feel confident in himself
Besides: imagine how funny it would be if Starfire got into arguments with Batman over small stuff, and Nightwing has to stop them
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simpingforblackfire · 4 months
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OMG I DIDNT KNOW YOU CONTINUED WRITING PLATONIC YANDERE STARFIRE AND DICK ELWKWIQJAKA
They were one of my favourite platonic yanderes, can you do one where the reader gets sick and starfire starts panicking because she doesn't know what to do and dick has to calm her down??
A/N: Haha yes I'm still writing DC is one of those fandoms I just don't think I'll ever leave like I have never not liked it. My bad this took so long I actually wrote most of this fic a lot closer to the time it was requested but then it was so close to being done that I procrastinated in finishing it anyway I hope this works for you babes x
Had you not been in the agony you were in and had you been fully coherent you would have thought of some snarky comment about how under any other circumstance you couldn't have possibly felt any worse than you already did but knowing your captors the pink-haired idiot and the simp would undoubtedly manage to find a way.
But you weren't. Pain rippled through you and your eyes felt as though they would forever sting with your tears and all you could do was lie there and take it all.
You brought your knees to your chest, tucking into yourself like an infant and quietly cried.
Unfortunately you could be silent in your pain and Starfire would still be able to hear it. 
Dick had been in the living room when Starfire practically shattered the door against the wall with how hard she smashed it open.
"Dick! Dick! Something's wrong she-"
Dick took in Starfire's appearance. Her face frazzled with worry and his hands itched to reach out and smooth all of her pain and all of her panic out of her expression as though he could simply massage the tension away. He couldn't. But even still his hand reached across and soothed her face.
His free hand he cautiously placed on the back of your head that was exposed to him, gently turning your head until your skin peeked out. 
"She has a temperature" Dick mused quietly.
"What does that mean! Humans you- she cannot survive past certain temperatures I know that! she-"
"She" Dick cut through Starfire's sentence before she spiralled any further "will be fine".
Starfire's panic seemed to press on "How can you be so sure?"
"She has a human illness Star. I know you don't understand it, but if you could you'd know she's not in any danger"
Starfire held your lithe form a little tighter "I know that she is in pain Dick! I know that she is suffering!"
"Still she needs rest and for us to take care of her. Her fever should calm down soon. You're being-"
"No" Starfire glared viciously.
"Do not tell me I am being paranoid! I am not being paranoid! That is my baby!"
"Star" Dick grabbed Starfire by the shoulders.
"I know. You're not being paranoid you're being concerned. But I love her too. I know you're scared. I know. But it scares me when I see her like that too and I need you to remember that."
"I don't know what to do Dick" Starfire said quietly. Her throat chafed from screaming. "What do I do Dick"
"This is a human illness, Star." Dick gripped her shoulders, assuringly. If he could not ease her pain he'd hold her through it. "I know you don't know it and that is why. So, I need you to trust me when I tell you it won't kill her. Can you do that?"
Starfire wasn't listening her eyes stuck looking at you. Dick snatched her sight away from you when he grabbed either side of her face and tilted it to look at him "I said can you do that Star?"
She nodded and brought her hands up to hold his arms there.
His stare softened as her look of terror eased "I promise you she'll be okay. I wouldn't lie to you about her. She's mine too."
"I know" Starfire nodded "I know".
Dick let Starfire see you first. He knew she would not cope well with waiting and he did like the furniture in their home in a non-destroyed state.
She had been deeply emotional. She thought she lost you and she just grabbed onto you and broke into tears whispering earnestly against your cheek “I love you I never want you to think I don't because I do I always do no matter if we're laughing or fighting. You are mine. Mine to raise, mine to hold and mine to love.” Her fingers brushed the skin of your cheeks tenderly and she knew you were alive because she could feel your little heart beating against her and she remembered just how delicate and fragile and little you were.
She cherished the moments where you just let yourself be still with her. In a world that always seemed to find a way to spite her it was beautiful that she could just lay down and hold you in her arms. She relished in knowing that in that moment she was your shield from everything bad in the world "as long as I am here to do so you will always be loved and you will always be protected"
It doesn’t matter how big you were physically because Starfire was both bigger and stronger by a mile and you were always going to be her little baby.
You couldn't make out much more than the figures outline, but in your turmoil you couldn't help but reach out to the only comfort you could get. You nestled into the warmth and your body seemed to ease at the comfort. Starfire gladly took up all of the contact you were willing to share.
Eventually Starfire had calmed down enough and while Dick hadn't wanted to overwhelm you he couldn't resist seeing you the moment Starfire was out the room, though by then you were barely conscious at all having been overrun with the attention Starfire had undoubtedly smothered you in. He tucked you into bed, pulling the sheets over you carefully and pressed them down on either side of you before leaning down next to you and placing a tender hand on the side of your cheek before pressing a kiss into your hair. You looked so small and sweet and young and you were all his. Your eyes sleepily closing and smoothly shifting from a crumpled up exhaustion into a gentle tranquility as your body relaxed against the soft soothing of your pillow that you couldn’t help but just melt into like warm butter. Dick couldn’t help but be quietly affectionate to you “I love you” he spoke the words quietly into your hair and pressed another kiss to your cheek, smiling as he lingered by the warm, softness of your skin. 
So few times had he had the privilege of admitting love to someone verbally without it being on their deathbed. He almost hadn’t even noticed until he was already outside your door. It was so sweet and mundane and he was immediately addicted.
A/N: I was too lazy to proofread this so hopefully its okay and everything makes sense lol
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cyanbeetle · 11 months
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Starfire turnaround I did for class
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I have seen all of the clips from Titans Season 4. I’m so excited about it, but…
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WHERE THE FUCK IS CURRAN?!?!? PARDON MY MOTHERFUCKING FRENCH BUT WHERE IS HE?!? I NEED HIM, HE IS MY ONLY SOURCE OF HOPE! WHERE IS HE?!?!
But other than that, I’m excited. I can’t wait to see Kori’s new powers, Rachel exploring her own powers and Tim training to become Robin, I’m just so excited!
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dailydccomics · 11 months
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and when you least expect it, the Legion appears Teen Titans vol 3 #16
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jasontoddssuper · 1 year
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I'm convinced that at least most people who make jokes about characters dating their sibling's love interest and find them funny don't have siblings themselves.Like i'm sorry but that is only child behavior
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jaytodd2 · 2 years
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whenever the Outlaws “fail” a mission, Jason cooks food without seasoning so that they learn from their mistakes
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nabiiiiii3 · 1 year
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bruciemilf · 2 years
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Do you have any more jaykori headcanons? They're so sweet!
I'M ALWAYS A SLUT FOR RAREPAIRS
So it's pretty wide reach that Jason's body is always just a touch colder than anyone else's, and for that reason he avoids physical contact with anyone, right? STAR DOES NOT HAVE THAT PROBLEM
Jaybaby is touch starved and she's like, EAT UP *hugs him for one thousand years* she's the big spoon, he's the little spoon, but they switch
Jason absolutely has her as his lockscreen. As soon as he learned how to handle a phone that couldn't break floors, that's the first thing he did. He has blurry, amatory shot pics of his family but hers looks like it was snapped by Da Vinci
STAR ABSOLUTELY LOVES THE WAYNES SEND TWEET! SHE LOVES THAT HE'S A FAMILY MAN! SHE LOVES THAT HE'S A DADDY'S BOY EVEN IF HE WON'T ADMIT IT!
Puppy eyes, aka Jason's Todd ultimate bane " Your father invited us to dinner, we should go! I know you love being around them. Pleaaaaase?" "...Fuck you and your puppy eyes, truly."
Whenever Jason's mad at her, he speaks a made up, non existent langauge just to annoy her. Is this a ploy to get more kisses from her? Maybe so.
When STAR is mad at him, she'll hide all his jackets and also draw on the red hood helmet. Or just call him cutesty nicknames in front of his henchmen
THEY DO NOT IGNORE EACHOTHER WHEN THEY'RE MAD!! these two dangerous cinnamon buns can't handle it
Star feels the need to stay in contact with Blackfire and try to reform her (even tho she literally sold her into slavery and forced her into an arranged marriage and - this isn't a Blackfire friendly account srry) and Jason is NOT with that
He sees Blackfire and its on sight; Will it get him send to the ER with 3rd degree burns and 90% of his body in a cast? Yes. Fuck off tho you're not talking to my girl -
BATTLE COUPLE BATTLE COUPLE BATTLE COUPLE -
Jason has no idea they're technically married apparently- Star is surprised, oh, I thought you knew? Of course we can break the matrimonial vow if you-
Jason, cutting his finger with a book page: GOOD LUCK TRYING TO RETURN ME WHEN YOU ALREADY OPENED ME
She makes him try Tamaranian dishes and he eats every single one. The disturbing part is that he actually likes some of them
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adhdslugcrimes · 1 year
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Kori and Wally could be cute,,, Dick's exs getting together together, add Barb and Roy and Dick is in his happy place with like four redheads living his best life
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to-the-stars8 · 10 months
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The Worst Attribute to a Lonely Life
Summary; Jason Todd, according to himself, is the worst person alive.
A/N; This chapter doesn't mention self-harm, but it is somewhat alluded to. So, please proceed with caution before you go on reading. A little note to the people who may be able to relate to this, I love you and keep going strong.
Jason’s worst attribute and most remarkable accomplishment was the fact that no one hated him as much as he hated himself, which left little to no room for him to care for others’ opinions. This, mixed with the fact that he was mostly alone in life, left him in what he would usually call the perfect situation. He could do his own thing and figure out life the way he wanted. After spending years with this ingrained thought in his head, he’d grown comfortable with it. There was no one else to disappoint if it was just him and the little tumor of hate. Sometimes, even, he’d grown to be comforted by the fact that no one else disliked himself as much as he already did. 
Then, there were the nights he wanted to be angry at the universe for feeling this way.
It was an odd, calm kind of rage—The kind that couldn’t be satiated with violence or therapy, no matter how much he wanted to scream that it just wasn’t fucking fair. This feeling was something that came out of the yearning to be held by someone who could ward off the world for a few hours while he was reminded that he deserved to be there. 
The nights when he was visited by this feeling, he’d do nothing because that’s all that sounded right. Everything became too much and not enough at the same time as he would lay in his bed, staring up at the ceiling with a sense of emptiness in him. 
He’d wish he wasn’t himself, but someone else—someone luckier. Jason pictured Dick going home to Kori, or Tim having Bernard in his corner whenever he needed him. They had people who looked forward to seeing them and were missed.
Maybe if he believed in that manifestation bullshit Dick talked about, he’d wish for a life where someone would be there in his corner, who looked forward to seeing him, and smiled when his name popped up on their phone. A life that wasn’t embedded in blue isolation but instead with the pink warmth of love. Then again, out of spite, he wouldn’t dare utter those dreams to the universe because the last thing he wanted was to be its’ joke. He’d been laughed into an early grave once, he couldn’t do it again. 
In these moments, Jason would wonder if he was even meant to come back. Yet, if there was a way to find the answer to that question, he wasn’t too sure he’d want to know. 
He’d blink back the tears and draw in a breath, turning to lay on his side as he tried to think about literally anything else. The hate in him would tell him it was for the best, no one could ever love someone as bad as him. As far as Jason was concerned, he was the worst person in the world—Nothing could change that.
Jason would learn to like the cycle of this kind of torture. 
He’d drown himself in work the next day, and forget about his feelings the night before they began to slowly creep back. Eventually, this feeling would find him again on a lonely night and he’d question his existence yet again. Nothing ever came from it other than the deepening emptiness that this hatred left behind. 
Jason would get through it, he told himself he had to, just like he had all the other times before. 
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Got bored made dick and Kory in bg3
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simpingforblackfire · 4 months
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i LOVED the aggressive babying. reader is humiliated and they just doesn't understand why
mabye because you want to dress? and bath? an adult??
how would they punish reader for misbehaviour/for trying to run away
orrrrrrr
for trying to harm herself? the babying and overprotectiveness will be intensify like crazyyyy
A/N: My bad this took so long. I decided to do both scenarios because I probably would eventually anyway :)
Where reader tries to run away:
"If you think this is going to be forgotten you're mistaken"
Dick knew that technically he didn't really need to punish you for you to get the message. Not encouraging Starfire to tone down with you so she doesn't smother you would be punishment enough. But this hurt. This hurt and for him to forgive you he needed you to understand just what you've done to him.
You didn't get far. But the fact that you got anywhere was enough for worry to creep and break the dam of their fears loose. It took hold of them like a poison.
Starfire's initial thought was to break your legs.
It would be so easy. You were so young and weak and feeble. Your legs were weak anyway. You didn't hold a grain of the strength she possessed. It was hard to sympathise with your loss when there was so little strength in what you had anyway.
But she loved you. She loved you and she didn't want to see you hurt nor did she want to clip your freedom. Humans couldn't fly and she couldn't imagine a world in which she couldn't fly. But to immobilise her by preventing her from walking? That was a cruelty she wouldn't wish on anyone. Still she wanted to. You might not think it but she felt guilty sometimes keeping you in the house all of the time and not letting you out.
But then she would remember how you were when she first met you. So young, and wide-eyed, vulnerable and completely unregulated. She needed to take you and keep you here where you were safe. You didn't belong in a world as cruel and dangerous as this. You didn't need your legs to live. You didn't need your legs to be happy. It was a small sacrifice if it meant ensuring you would live.
But she wouldn't stand to see you hurt and she couldn't bare the look of hate in your eyes that you would give her. You might have washed her trust away with ease but no matter how hard you scrubbed you couldn't get rid of her love.  
She had mused the thought of breaking your legs to Dick, who said that was tempting but would be a drastic action, as it would harm you so significantly and would lead to your distrust of them. They had not hurt you physically. Dick intended to keep things that way for as long as possible. You would not see them as monsters.
Dick had known your running away was inevitable. He'd been anticipating it happening since they decided to keep you. A voice had whispered in the back of his mind that perhaps you wouldn't. That you wanted to stay more than you missed your old life. But he dusted away those thoughts and found he was right to. It hurt. He loves you. But he knew that you would. That's why they had to keep you with them after all. You were too naive and ignorant and unknowing of the true ways of the world to be on your own. Of course you ran away. Of course you made the wrong choice. You didn't know any better. 
He'd seen too many people have their innocence stolen from them. No one got to be innocent. You either bloodied your heart or your hands. Only monsters got to live. He'd ensure that you'd never lose that childish naivety of yours. The glint of youth in your eyes would never leave. He'd always be there to polish it and make sure it would never fade to the dirt of the world.
They had to punish you. You were but a child. Children had to be taught. So, they kept you immobile. They hadn't broken any bones or physically harmed you. At least not on purpose. You arms were littered with bruises where Starfire had gripped you too hard when she grabbed hold of you. Your waist too was lined with shapes of blue and purple where Dick had pulled you too forcefully in his desperation to get you back.
They kept you locked up more than you had been. They carried you everywhere you went. You weren't allowed to so much as move on your own. You were kept still at all times. 
Eventually you broke when they wouldn't let you feed yourself. Starfire smiled and it was almost cruel that it was so tender and genuine in its sweetness as she pushed the spoon of food against your lips.
You burst into tears and screamed at them. But they would just smile fondly as though you were nothing more than an amusement. Nothing to take seriously. Just a child throwing a tantrum.
They'd take turns watching until you exhausted yourself, before scooping you up and shushing you "that's right sweet girl just calm down. I bet you were so very cross" their words were gentle and demeaning "it's okay honey its all over now. You don't have to think up anymore anger. That's it just lean into me. You really tuckered yourself out"
Your anger had simmered into soft sobs of a hopeless sadness. You were so tired you couldn't help but succumb to exhaustion. "That's right baby just relax into me. You must be so sleepy after that tantrum. You're such a silly little girl making yourself all mad like that. It's okay I'll forgive you. I always will"
The kisses on your head that felt more mocking the more filled with their love they were.
Where reader tries to harm herself:
Starfire's heart broke, as she just couldn't understand why you would do such a thing.
Where Starfire's heart froze, Dick's heart roared with an angry fire. 
He'd lost so many and he knew he would continue to. But not you. You were his. You were the one person he got to keep. He would not lose you. Nothing would take you away from him. Not even yourself. You didn't get to just opt out.
In all they did to protect you they only had one oversight. Yourself.
It'd be a similar punishment to if you tried to run away. They'd have you on absolute lockdown. Blaming you, but not properly blaming you, because you're just a little child incapable of making your own decisions.
This is just further proof that you need to be taken care of. You can't even handle and regulate your own emotions. 
Your thoughts had led you into this. So, it's better that you don't think at all.
This is when they wouldn't let you do anything by yourself at all. Anytime you tried to speak they'd just shush you, pretending they couldn't understand you, like you couldn't speak English. 
They'd try to cut off your senses. Keeping cloth over your eyes so you can't see. Maybe even making you wear noise cancelling earphones. They wouldn't physically damage you in anyway that hurt you. But they would make you rely on them entirely.
It's better that way after all.
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