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Royalty AU
i'll slowly sharin this au- so lemme introduce the rulers in the au-
King of hearts - Wally
Queen of Clubs - julie
King of Diamonds - Frank
I suppose you all have noticed they represent card symbols and may be wondering who or where is the ruler of spades-
well, they took care of em.
[also dw- the others are also in this au- Im just sharin it slowly XDD as to not make me hand and brain explode ahah]
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Haven't drawn og in a while jaskdjka so i made a lil bit of him(and beta ofc)
I like when the oldest sibling is shorter than the youngest it looks so funny!
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@zipora666 I LOVE YOUR AU. AND I WANTED TO DRAW IT FOR SO LONG. AND I FINALLY DID!!
You are so kind, and so fun! I love your style and art, and I eat it everyday. EEEEEE
Is it ok that I picked my favorite bird? Greater Lophornia?
I love them so much lol
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Anyone else think Dick has just anxiety attacks on the daily? And not just because of you know the whole “vigilante” shtick what if he gave it to himself?
As a child, he was always taught the value of fear. Of how it serves as a gust of cold water that shocks you into thinking. The invisible lifeline that tightens when you even think of doing something that can bring you harm.
And he was a performer. Fear gave him adrenaline. Fear gave him the clearest head he’s ever had, the best post-adrenaline surge of emerging victorious from his battle. He loved it.
But slowly as things started becoming more intense, everything weighing more and more heavily on him, it all becomes habit. And fear starts to fade. Which Dick hates. Fear told him to double check his plans. Fear told him to always watch out for his friends. Fear told him to always count his friends after battle.
So at the age of twelve, Dick started to give himself anxiety. To purposefully give himself stress, to raise his heartbeat. So he had to yell at himself, had to self-deprecate, self-doubt and make himself bleed for his mistakes. Be harsh on himself so he could set the standard for anxiety.
And now? It’s a part of his everyday life. From the moment he wakes up to the moment he closes his eyes. Anxiety made him hate sleep. Made him hate how he was just a little bit slower to every explosion, how he was a little bit less compared to everyone else. Made him dread every day, love every night where he just curled up and listened to the silence.
So when he sits, his leg is immediately bouncing. If someone, Jason usually, complains about it, his fingers start drumming instead. No one notices that when he places his palm on his chest and starts tapping he’s not bored- he’s trying to calm himself down and breathe.
He didn’t realise how out of hand it had gotten, didn’t think he’d ever had any negative side effects until he off-handed mentioned how his hands were shaking so much he could raise a finger and his body just stopped, or that he couldn’t breathe for an hour after he was out of danger that Wally’s eyes slowly turn from curious to concerned.
No one else knows though. No one, except maybe the Teen Titans, and Dick’s never going to dare ask if they know. Everyone in the family had simply labelled it off as him being too “energetic” , too “hyper” to sit still. What they didn’t realise was that his mind never stopped.
His mind couldn’t stop fearing, just as much as his heart refused to stop racing.
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