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supcrson · 2 years
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( ✉️ → d ) : hey happy valentine’s day bro ( ✉️ → d ) : bro (romantic)? ( ✉️ → d ) : look i’m bad at this ( ✉️ → d ) : i feel like i legally can’t call you babe if i value my life
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solarosta-arc · 2 years
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closed starter for @definedself !​
❝ oh shit ! ❞ he’s bumped into a stranger because he wasn’t looking ahead. lesson learned. ❝ if i damaged anything because of coffee spills or something, i can give you my number and you can send the dry cleaning bill to me. ❞
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prodigalwing · 2 years
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[   🐣   ]    𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙳   𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁   𝙵𝙾𝚁   .  .  .   @definedself​ 
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          ❝   robin   !?   isn't   it   a   little   bit   past   your   bedtime   ?   ❞
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grccnbb · 2 years
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"Damian! Buddy!” When Gar had heard another friend from Gotham had made their way into NYC, he practically bolted to see Damian. While the kid hadn’t ever seemed too enthusiastic about the Titans, a teammate was always a teammate in Garfield’s book. And frankly, Gar was just glad for a familiar face to be coming around - he sort of hoped the young Wayne felt the same. With an almost ridiculous grin, Gar wrapped an arm around their shoulders, pulling Damian in for a squeeze, “How ya’ been? You come all in one piece?”
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arrwette · 2 years
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💌 cissie → damian :  hey little birdy 💌 cissie → damian :  another little birdy told me you been smooching... what you say to that?
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kentruth · 2 years
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*  CLOSED  /  @definedself​ . 
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“Damian?” Warmth enlaces the man’s voice and fills his eyes as he greets the familiar boy. Almost a man now, it seemed. With rougher edges, but still the same kid he’d known playing with Jonno at the farm all those years. Clark was finding it difficult to come to terms with this world; it felt like it was spinning much faster than he could catch on to, even the familiar things had to be slightly different. A broken mirror. The metaphor sat uneasily in his stomach, but he pushes it aside.
If there was anything Clark Kent excelled at, it was at being welcoming. Soon enough a smile cracks through his façade and he is stepping closer to the kid. “It’s so good to see you! How are you doing? Are you okay?”  Clark makes sure to ask about him first, holding off on the inevitable follow up questions, of which he had plenty.
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carteragent · 3 years
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Closed starter for Damian Wayne ( @definedself​ )
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Walking the streets near the center of the recent storm, Peggy tried to make sure that nobody else was in danger or needing medical assistance. Most of the trouble in that area of the city seemed to be under control now, as much as possible after that series of events, but a few civilians required help, so Peggy went to work. Even as she planned on what to do next in the grand scheme of things, she searched the surroundings for any emergencies. Instead, she noticed a young man who seemed to be doing just the same. “Hey, do you know of any other areas needing help? I suppose there’s plenty of fires to put out and I would like to make myself useful.”
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sired-society-blog · 7 years
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#piscesseason @visionaboss @definedself @daloner repost from @definedself Ceo's unleashed ! 💯💯SALUTE/RESPECT  (at Sired Society Entertainment Gp)
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supcrson · 2 years
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It was a new world, a new city. Everything was a little backwards, a little upside-down, a little off. (And the dead were rising now? Someone should probably look into that.) There wasn’t a Fortress of Attitude here, and there wasn’t the farm, or even Wayne Manor, but some things were constant. There would always be bad guys, there would always be heroes, Krypto would always drag Jon through the air chasing a squirrel, and there would always be Damian Wayne.
They weren’t kids anymore. They hadn’t been for a long time, long before Jon had taken a family field trip to space and come back older and taller, years lived in a matter of weeks. Years without their best friend. Things had been off since--the Pizza Rolls in the Fortress fridge looked like relics of a bygone era, the muscle memory reflexes at MarioKart had gone rusty, and something was weird between them, something he didn’t know how to fix.
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At least they were here together, wherever here was. Jon didn’t want to do this without Damian again. So he showed up at their door, pizza in one hand, Switch in the other, ready to either start to set things right again or to continue ignoring everything and playing video games past daybreak. As long as they weren’t alone. 
“Hey, D. You ready to get your ass crushed on Rainbow Road?”
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supcrson · 2 years
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Sometimes (okay, basically all the time), being able to fly was awesome. It was particularly awesome on a day like today, all open blue skies and barely any wind to knock him off-course. It’s a bird! It’s a plane! someone had shouted a few blocks over, and Jon had laughed. No, they’d be disappointed. It wasn’t even Superman. It was still sick, though, being able to give the kid a wave and keep going, all red and blue and streaming cape and wind-swept hair. Yeah, sometimes, it felt good to be Superboy. It felt even better when the flight ended in a fire escape with a familiar scowling figure waiting on it. Without landing, without so much as grabbing the railing, Jon dipped down and leaned in to kiss them, then pulled back with a cocky grin.
“Hey, D,” they said. “I thought you didn’t do sunlight.”
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