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SUNLIGHT (D.G.)

Pairing: Dick Grayson x reader

Warnings: angst


You’re pretty sure you fell in love with his smile first.

There was just something about the way his smile would light up the room and turn all the attention towards him, even without him noticing.

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❥ Hatching under one moon is mind-reading or foresight, two moons is either both, or one but significantly stronger. Clearsight is an example of this, as she has incredibly foresight. Three moons, as in canon, is both abilities but stronger, as with Darkstalker.

❥ A NightWing with foresight will have a silver, teardrop-shaped scale on their forehead, as a mind-reader has in the corner of each eye. With any teardrop scale, the size indicates how strong their abilities are, i.e. Fatespeaker’s are very small, Moonwatcher’s are bigger, and Clearsight’s looks like almost like a third eye.

❥ The dotted “star” scales on the underside of their wings are completely unique to each individual, like a fingerprint. However, families often look quite similar, as their patterns are influenced by genetics. Star scales are also common on NightWing underbellies, although those aren’t genetic.

❥ Oh yeah, they’re an astrology-loving tribe! Many dragonets are super into it. Think those girls in one (or more) of your high school classes that care so deeply about zodiacs that they’re ready to judge someone based on their stereotyped personality traits of what time they’re born and what stars they happened to be born under. It gets a little annoying…

❥ Mastermind’s glasses have a spiral faintly tinted on each lens.It’s how I first imagined him, and gives the total mad scientist look that fits him so well. Honestly, I am genuinely surprised I’ve never seen anyone do this before. I want to draw him in the future.

❥ Going to a seers to have one’s near (or later) future laid out to them is so common that it’s not even that expensive. Those without foresight who are still into future-telling choose to look into palmistry, or palm reading, which can interpret a dragon’s character and predict what happens to them in their future. 

❥ In contrast of IceWings, they believe that a little bit of physical discipline (i.e. slap on the wrist, snout, etc) is efficient, but only done by the dragonet’s parents. Teachers and other adults don’t get that right.

❥ They’re usually the most lenient towards neurodiversities and go the furthest to try to accompany them. They help individuals look towards and harness their positives over all else. Virtually no stigma. Some of their greatest scientists likely had autism. Headcanon that Sunny, Starflight and Fatespeaker do as well.

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Damian: Hello father, is it okay if I finish my studies and clean my room before I go to bed?

Bruce: Of course, my son

Tim: So, I am going to hack into the CIA before bed for no reason, I’m also going to chase alfred the cat around the house and I probably won’t sleep tonight. So i’ll see you in the morning

Bruce: ???

Tim, wandering off into the distance: Actually I kinda want a snack

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when circ d’haleé stopped in central city for a couple days, dick wasn’t that phased. growing up travelling, visiting city upon city, they all began to run together. not to say that each city didn’t have its own particular charm, but he wasn’t particularly looking forward to central. though he had heard about the two superheroes central boasted: the flash and kid flash. now that was an exciting thought, but not a very likely one. 

they reach at night and rest, before starting preparations the next morning, getting ready to open their own little corner of magic to the public by the afternoon. dick had yet to start most of his jobs, choosing instead to perch on top of the ferris wheel, taking some time for himself. he loved the circus, he really did, but from his vantage point, he could see downtown central city, and he imagined all the people running about town. imagined each one of them, what their lives would be like. what his life would have been like if it weren’t so unconventional.

the attack came out of nowhere. the ray emitted by the cold gun was so much harsher than what dick had read on the news, and seeing a scarlet figure on the ground advance towards a cruelly laughing man, dick suddenly realized how real all of this was. the powers and magic seemed almost unreal at times, but the attack had thrown him off balance and had him falling, and as the ground comes closer and closer, unseen from the two figures fighting, dick was struck with the realization that these were actual people, and this was a true fight. he can’t grab onto something, so he remembers all his lessons on falling correctly, tucking his body away and hoping he’s not going to end up to hurt to perform tonight. but right as he’s about to feel impact, something whooshes him out of the air. 

he has a moment to process the world warping around him before everything lurches back into focus. he collapses on the floor gently, a hard body pressed against him, over him, protecting him from the barrage of ice chunks raining down. he glances upward and meets startlingly green eyes, bright red hair waving in the wind. a breathy voice asks, “are you okay?” and the man seems to be staring down at him with an equal amount of wonder in his eyes. dick manages to nod in response. the hero’s hands linger on his body for a second, bone-deep warmer than anything dick’s ever felt, as though hesitant to leave, before rushing away. dick’s left lying on the ground, windswept and out of breath.

dick tries to keep mind to performing during rehearsal. he knows concentration is important, he really does. but his mind keeps latching back to that mysterious man. the yellow he’d remembered retroactively meant one thing: kid flash had saved his life. well, probably not saved his life, there was a large chance dick would have survived the fall. but kid flash saved him from potentially getting hurt, so dick still counted that as a rescue. when the time for his solo performance comes, his “flying graysons” performance comes as easy to him as breathing. but then it’s time for his performance, for the thing that has, arguably, made him world famous. but as he steps onto the highest platform, back arched and arms up high, painted eyes and lips turned up proudly, its almost as if he can feel those green eyes in the crowd. the chance of kid flash coming to the circus to watch his show, though, is incredibly low, but it fills him with a sort of reckless daring and confidence that dick finds addictive. so even though it’s for nothing, he puts on a show. he holds his poses showcasing his flexibility are a little longer, makes them a little deeper than usual. his flips are a little more daring, he catches himself at the very last second. he plays up his abilities as best as he can. he hears his dad remark what’s gotten into him? but pays him no heed. he’s weightless, boundless, incredible. 

later, after dick’s strapping some wrist support gloves on his hands, he feels a presence behind him, and turns to see a young man ducking into the tent. dick has no idea how he got past the rest of the crew, but something about those eyes filled with wonder make him hesitate. because he’s seen that wonder before.

“hi, uh, my name’s wally" the man is awkward and stuttering and rubbing the back of his neck and nothing like the dashing hero dick met that morning. but the earnestness, that’s all there. “i just, well, i wanted to say that you were absolutely amazing out there.” dick can tell wally starts to taper off at the end, falling silent since all dick’s doing is staring at him, but he can’t help but mentally catalogue to himself: same jawline, same generous spattering of freckles all over sun-kissed skin, muscular stature visible under all those layers, same adorable and bright red hair.

and so he cuts wally off with a “thank you." 

"for what?" 

dick smiles. "For saving me this morning." 

wally immediately flounders. it’s clear he did not expect dick to recognize him and his face flushes bright red. dick can see wally struggling to come up with a response, so dick decides to save him the trouble. he crosses the room in quick strides and draws the hero into a hug. wally’s astounded for a second, evident by the way he stiffens, but is quick to hug back. dick’s almost blinded by wally’s bright grin when he pulls away. there’s no way dick’s misreading this, so he puts a teasing lilt to his voice when he asks "i don’t have anything except a performance in the afternoon tomorrow. would you like to show me your city?”

dick sneaks wally into the best seats in the house the next night, alone this time, unlike last time when wally told him he came with his aunt and uncle. the entire night, dick’s performing for an audience of one.

and the great thing about wally being kid flash, a literal superhero, a “speedster” was what wally called himself, is that wherever the circus roams, wally will be able to follow.

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[Roy trying to convince Jason to let him tag along on a mission]

Roy: We go together like chinese food and chocolate pudding. Let’s face it.

Jason: Yeah, but those are two things that don’t really go together.

Roy: We go together like cocaine and waffles.

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[Batman when getting the shit beat out of him by Harley and Ivy]

Bruce [internally]: The room’s starting to spin….

Bruce:….from all the gayness.

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[Batman and Ra’s having a talk after Ra’s kidnapped Robin and Red Robin for the fifth time so he could try to convince them to join the league of assassins]

Ra’s to Bruce: I’m sorry I can’t hold my tongue. [Points to Damian and tim] these boys are my grandchildren, and you’re raising them wrong. They’re terrible boys-

Damianto Ra’s [offended that he was called terrible]: Shut up Ra’s! Or I’ll go ape shit on your ass!

Tim to Ra’s [offended that he questioned Bruce’s parenting]: I’m gonna scissor-kick you in the back of the head.

Bruce [internally]: Yeah👏 Yeah👏 turn up the heat!

Damian: I’m ten yrs old but I’ll beat your ass!

Tim: Ra’s I’m gonna come at you like a spider monkey!

Bruce: You brought this on yourself Ra’s.

Damian: Greatest generation, my ass!

Ra’s: What the hell are yo-

Tim: Ra’s, I’m all jacked up on Mtn. Dew!

[Talia emerges from the shadows]

Ra’s to Talia: You’re just going to let your boys talk to their grandfather that way, I’m their elder.

Talia: I sure as hell am Father, I love the way they’re speaking to you because they’re winners, winners get to do what they want.

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[Jason and Dick hanging out on the couch together after finally being on good terms with one another again]

Dick: Yep, I guess things are just about perfect… it’s making me feel kind of itchy.

Jason: How ’bout we go get kicked out of an Applebee’s?

[they both get up from the couch and run downstairs]

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Damian: Wait, Mother. Don’t you remember the time you told me “If you ain’t first, you’re last”?

Talia: Huh? What are you talking about, Son?

Damian: That day at the base.

Talia: Oh hell, Son, I was high that day. That doesn’t make any sense at all, you can be second, third, fourth…hell you can even be fifth.

Damian: What? I’ve lived my whole life by that!

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Damian to villians who want him as a mentee: I want what any person wants. To retire to Stockholm and develop a currency for dogs and cats to use.

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[Jason teaching Tim and Duke how to drive]

Jason: Now, there’s nothing like driving to avoid jail. Nothing hones your mind and your instincts like necessity. So I taped a kilo of cocaine underneath the car and called the boys in blue. Now, the way I figure it, you guys got about two minutes before they show up and you two do 5 to 10. So, what’s it going to be? Fear or prison?

Duke: Man, what the hell are you talking about?

Jason: Real simple, boys. Cops are coming, there’s a kilo of bam-bam under the car. Time to be men. You guys got hair on your peaches or what?

[Tim grabs the key from Jason and runs towards the car as Duke trails behind him]

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Steph to D-list villians: Losing is never fun, but here’s a little something to keep your spirits up. [extending the middle finger] It’s real nice I got it at Target. It was on sale.

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[Cass calling Bruce every minute because its her first time being alone in the manor]

Cass: Hey, when you have the stereo and the T.V. on at the same time, how do you control the volume on the T.V.?

Bruce: “When you have the stereo” Why would you have the stereo and the T.V. on at the same time?

Cass:‘Cause I like to party.

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