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camsthisky · 1 month

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i wrote a one-shot and am too lazy to put it on tumblr, but you can check it out on ao3 here: right outside the door

#camryn rambles #dick grayson #dc #camryn writes

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thoughtkick · 9 months

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You told me my hands were soft because you had no idea what they’d touched.

Camryn Prince

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resqectable · 5 months

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You told me my hands were soft because you had no idea what they’d touched.

Camryn Prince

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stay-close · 7 months

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You told me my hands were soft because you had no idea what they’d touched.

Camryn Prince

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perfectquote · 1 year

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You told me my hands were soft because you had no idea what they’d touched.

Camryn Prince

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surqrised · 5 months

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You told me my hands were soft because you had no idea what they’d touched.

Camryn Prince

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perfectfeelings · 2 years

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You told me my hands were soft because you had no idea what they’d touched.

Camryn Prince

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quotefeeling · 2 years

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You told me my hands were soft because you had no idea what they’d touched.

Camryn Prince

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nightlyquotes · 9 months

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You told me my hands were soft because you had no idea what they’d touched.

Camryn Prince

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rosehathawhey · 10 months

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#mariah copeland #summer newman #the young and the restless #y&r #camryn grimes #allison lanier #that shrug at the end lol #at least this show still has some upbeat moments #which is how you know josh griffith had no part in writing this interaction #probably one of the many female writers they fired soon after #soaps #my gifs

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thespilledquotes · 2 years

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You told me my hands were soft because you had no idea what they’d touched.

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camsthisky · 8 months

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I love your writing so much, I’m so excited for this event! How about “Tell me who did this to you” from the protective/loyal prompt list, with Jason and hurt!Dick? Thank you!!

Dick has the absolute worst luck.

Sometimes he wonders if there’s just something about him that screams hit me with a dump truck full of baddies and throw me into the river to drown, because this is the third time he’s been tossed into the water this year.

The moment he’s airborne and heading towards the water, Dick is hitting the panic button in his glove and praying that he’s going to be able to survive this attempted drowning as well as he did the other two.

The tricky thing about this time, though, is that he’s been tied up, and while Nightwing has been in some sticky situations, Dick isn’t sure that he’s going to come out of this one whole and hale.

Because, come on. Chains? Really? The baddies this time had slapped manacles on him and wrapped him in chains and tossed him into the dirty river and Dick is pretty sure he’s going to die if he doesn’t find a way out of this. Quick.

At least if they tied him up with rope, he’d probably have a much better chance of surviving. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have a handy dandy pair of bolt cutters in his utility belt. If it’s supposed to be there, then that was a lesson Dick had missed during vigilante lessons.

At some point, Dick blacks out, and as his vision goes dark, all he can think is, “I didn’t get to tell Damian that I love his new suit design.”

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He wakes up choking on water. Dirty Gotham river water. Gross.

“Breathe, dammit!” someone yells at him, and miraculously, as he’s turned on his side, Dick manages to cough out the nasty water taking up the space in his lungs where the air is supposed to be. Someone thumps his back, and—

well. Eventually, he sucks in a huge heaving breath and coughs out some more. His throat is absolutely ripped to shreds and he’s still chained up.

But! He’s not underwater anymore. Which is a major plus. And Dick can mark a three-for-three on his score of surviving being thrown in the Gotham River. So take that, bad luck.

“What the hell, ‘Wing?!” that same someone—Jason, Dick realizes. No helmet, but anger and spite in spades—bites out. “Are these fucking manacles?!”

“Yeah,” Dick croaks. He’s exhausted, and Jason is leaning over him now, flipping up the lenses in Dick’s mask to check his pupils. “Not my century of style, I know. But I think I pull them off pretty well.”

“You’re a fashion disaster,” Jason mutters. “Who the heck even managed to catch you like this?”

“Oh, you know,” Dick says, very expertly avoiding answering the question directly. “I’m just a magnet for trouble. All the weirdos are out to kill me in the most ridiculous ways. Including manacled river drownings like we’re in medieval times. Gotta love Gotham.”

Jason flips Dick’s lenses back down, and gives him an unimpressed look. Even with Jason’s mask still on, Dick can see the sheer unimpressibility—is that even a word? Dick’s brain is not operating at full capacity—in Jason’s face based on his micro expressions.

“Tell me who did this to you, Dickhead,” Jason says, hauling Dick to his very uncoordinated feet and then swinging him up over his shoulders.

Someone needs to tell Jason to stop growing. Or not. Growing means Jason is alive, after all. Even if he is taller than Dick by a good few inches.

“We gotta tell Oracle that there’s some loser chaining people and throwing them in the river to drown. God, why couldn’t it be ropes? You could have cut the ropes and I wouldn’t have had to save your stupid ass.”

“My ass is not stupid,” Dick wheezes as he hangs from Jason’s shoulders. He’s pretty sure Jason’s dumb body armor is digging into his stomach. “My ass is amazing.”

Dick can practically hear the eyeroll.

“Give me their names, Nightwing.”

“You sound like B.”

“And you sound like someone who doesn’t know what’s coming to him,” Jason says. “The hell are you so reluctant for?”

“So,” Dick says, still kind of sounding like one of those stupid rubber chicken toys if it had gone through ten rounds with Titus and was on its last freaking leg. “I may or may not have figured out who chained me up and threw me in the river.”

Jason groans. “I am so angry at you right now.”

“Cool,” Dick says, and he’ll come back to Jason’s emotions later when he has the brain capacity to actually deal with them. “You got any bolt cutters?”

“Why me,” Jason complains.

“Why me?” Dick throws out, a little offended. “I’m the one who almost drowned.”

“I’m honestly having second thoughts about saving you.”

“No you’re not.”

Jason sighs, finally setting Dick—chains and all—on the ground. They’re a couple blocks away from the river now, and the streets are deserted.

“No,” Jason admits, exasperated. “I’m not. Why are you so annoying?”

“Older brother privileges,” Dick tells him, blinking rapidly to try and reduce the fuzzy feeling in his brain to maybe zero. That’d be great, yeah. Zero is a good number.

Another eye roll. Probably. Dick can feel it in the universe, even if he can’t actually see Jason doing it.

Dick must lose time at some point, because when he blinks next, he’s on the couch in Jason’s apartment, dressed in a t-shirt and sweats, and miraculously unchained.

His head is a bit floaty, but he’ll take all the wins he can get tonight.

“—dumbass who got himself manacled, for fuck’s sake,” Jason is saying as he walks back in the living room. They make eye contact and Jason scoffs into the phone. “He’s awake, so come get him before I throw him back into the river and let him drown for real.”

Jason hangs up and throws his phone onto the coffee table.

“That was mean,” Dick says. “Even if B’s an ass, it’s mean to say things like that.”

“He was pissing me off,” Jason mutters, but he plops down on the floor in front of the couch. “He’s gonna be here in twenty to pick your sorry ass up for a medical check. Pretty sure you have a concussion.”

“I didn’t hit my head?” Dick asks more than says.

Jason snorts. “Yeah, sure. That explains why there’s a knot the size of a walnut on the back of your head.”

Dick blinks. “Oh.”

“That’s the only reason I’m letting you off the hook about not knowing who those guys were,” Jason tells him.

“Sure,” Dick says, eyelids feeling heavy again. “Whatever you say, Jay.”

#dick grayson #jason todd #dc #what is writing again #camryn writes #what was my flipping tag for writing #who knows #not me

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thoughtkick · 2 years

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You told me my hands were soft because you had no idea what they’d touched.

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resqectable · 2 years

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You told me my hands were soft because you had no idea what they’d touched.

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brewgiesart · 1 year

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Camryn gets a Valentine from Frankie!!🧸💝⚡️

#artists on tumblr #lesbian art #lgbtq artist #lesbian artist #sapphic art #sapphic #lesbian #bisexual #(Frankie’s bi<333)#brewgie’s art #digital art #procreate #my ocs🤲🏻#camryn🍓#frankie⚡️#camkie🍓⚡️#I made this way back in November!! there was supposed to be a set with the Frankie ver where it’s her writing the valentine / love letter #but it never was turning out n I couldn’t emulate it well as time went on so here’s just the one out of the two #anyways I adore this chibi style I’m developing it’s very fun to make too!!

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perfeqt · 2 years

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You told me my hands were soft because you had no idea what they’d touched.

Camryn Prince

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