Keeping company for the bedridden.
I imagine in the first couple weeks or so when Leo is too tired to do anything more than sleep, he welcomes the safety and comfort. Once he becomes more coherent, the moping and self-isolation start >_>
But we know how it will end
Reference:
If someone made it before me I'm sorry pls don't kill me!!!!
Merry Christmas guys!!!đđŚâĄ
I just can't stop thinking about themđ
Hey there! So hereâs some sad batboy poems!
Dick and Wally:
I see you dressed in black
Donât you know I want you back
You with your colors so bright
A sign of hope in the dead of night
Colors of green, yellow, and red
You canât see them now that youâre dead
I cry and yell and curse at the skies
Youâre father canât even look me in the eyes
I hope you know I still have your ring
It lets me know our love wasnât a dream
I hope you know as I lay alone in your room
You wonât wait long Iâll be with you soon
Jason and Roy:
Itâs a shame you see the idea of you and me
This love of ours it wasnât meant to be
You with your eyes so blue and bright
Dark hair as black as the sky at night
Lips and cheeks a crimson shade a red
Just like the blood rushing out your head
I hold you screaming cursing and crying
Begging God to keep you alive isnât he trying
Why is it like this you and I always on our own
I guess our love was the greatest never known
Was our love not real for what it meant
I guess not for here I am Romeo with no Juliet
Tim and Kon:
You and I weâre like the stars canât you see
As the fates and universes brought you to me
But just like the stars our love has died out
As I look at you now all I have is my doubt
You had a smile and eyes so bright and blue
They say you wonât wake I hope itâs not true
Ventilators, bandages and IVâs take my place
They hold and caress and touch your face
I pray in the chapel asking on my knees
In hopes to bring you back in one peace
I scream and shout and cry as doctors say
You arenât mine for the angels took you away
Damian and Jon:
You always told me never to cry
How could I not, now that youâre in the sky
They tell me itâs okay that it will get better
But they donât see me crying in your sweater
Or the boy who broke his own heart
For without you I donât know where to start
I miss those sweet lips and green eyes
The ones like emeralds in the sun kissed skies
I hope you know our love wasnât blind
Itâs forever frozen in the hands of time
So please if you ever look down just know
I wonât be long for itâs almost my time to go
Feel free to reblog/like!
Well, I wanted to do this thing a long time ago first for myself, because I wanted to share with how I represent this family :) There're also headcanons!!!
Bruce is a tired single father, so he already has gray hair at his 40
Jason and Barbara have freckles
When someone asks Jason about scars he says it's memory of past life
Damianâs more like his mom, but when he grows up, he's gonna be like his dad
Dick is the only one in the family who has dimples on the cheeks. I also tried to make him looks more romani but I'm not sure
I'd glad to read about your opinions and headcanons! And who you want to see in my style?đ¤
Don't mind me, I'm just going absolutely feral over the quality Titans content today
It's a wip wednesday and this week's word for word game wednesday is blink so. This is a little snippet from a thing I started writing on a whim a long time ago that I might never finish but still wanted to share it
Cw: depressed state, omegaverse
The mug filled with tea clinked softly when he placed it down on the table. Dick didnât look up at him, didnât thank him with a smile like he normally would. He just kept staring into space, with a hand unconsciously placed on his stomach.
âYour tea, little bird.â Slade said gently.
He took a seat next to Dick, close enough that their thighs touched. When Dick still didnât move, Slade pressed a kiss to the mating bite on his neck and only then Dick shuddered slightly, blinking a few times.
âSlade,â he breathed out when he realized his mate was back with him in the room. âWhat is it?â
âI brought you some tea, babyâ Slade rumbled, lips still against his skin. He let out a bit of his protective scent, trying to hide how worried he was feeling deep inside. It was normal. It happened after every heat and it was the most normal thing but that still didnât stop Slade from hating it.
Dick nuzzled under his jaw, scenting him back. His scent was a bit sour with sadness and grief but Slade didnât mind it at all. It will pass, in a few days. Maybe even tomorrow, if theyâre lucky.
âThank you.â The omega whispered. He reached for the mug but didnât drink from it. Instead he just held it in his hands and kept staring at the wall, lost in his thoughts.
Slade felt sick.
since yall loved the superbat commission thing that dan mora is doing i would like the humbly remind you that marcus to n travis moore did something similar with timkon years ago. take a look <3