POV: your boygirlfriend gets really stimmy over you kissing his cheek (you love him very much)
[ID: A digital drawing of Marius von Raum and Raphaella la Cognizi, where Marius is stimming a lot with a kiss mark on his cheek the same colour as Raphaella’s lipstick, while the both of them are in a hallway of the Aurora. Marius is sitting in a powerchair with an AAC device attached. He is smiling widely and stimming by flapping his hands. He wears his mono-goggle over his left eye, a black and white ascot, a white shirt, red vest, green coat, white dress pants, and black boots with small belts on them. Raphaella is standing with her cane in one hand, and holding onto her IV stand in the other. She is smiling and looking down at Marius. She wears her brown cropped shirt and poofy sleeves, black mesh tights, light brown shorts, and black slip on shoes, as well as black knee braces. Her wings are sort of tucked behind her, only a small amount of them visible. Her G tube is visible, as is her stomach, and is connected to a feeding bag on the IV stand, filled with her food. A window behind them shows stars. END ID.]
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DONNAKORY!!!!!!!!!
I love Dickkory, don't get me wrong, but Donnakory's relationship wasn't explored enough. Starfire's emotions are too much for any human to understand, and despite the fact that her joy/rage/love/etcetera gives her power, she has to check herself and make sure she's not being too much or feeling too much because no one around her understands that–but thats not true because Donna completely understands how that feels because she! is! an! Amazon!!!! She has an insane devotion to her sisters on the Island that outsiders couldnt even begin to understand, I think that the only ones who came close were the Titans...
I love them but I also think this ship is very silly because Donna and Dick were the wonder twins (no, not those wonder twins, the other ones)!! They had a profound bond that kids don't usually form except for when they fall in love? But through it all, they were NEVER romantic. Kori getting with Donna would give her major dejavu, but Donna has her sisters to support her and keep her steady...whereas Dick had.....the bats....😬 dating Donna would probably be a breath of fresh air in that sense (although Dick and Kory had a VERY healthy relationship until writers fucked it up for fun)
I love Donna Troy, she's so...she's like an eldest sister who you are very close with and whom you love dearly but she's sort of untouchable because all her life she has presented herself with a maturity that makes you feel small and naive- this makes her being twin brother-in-arms with Dick Grayson feel more like an eldest sister who seems untouchable all your life because he was a childhood prodigy who gave you brief glances of something deeper within him that he was always hiding (him being secretly very fucked up and bipolar) but who kept up the untouchable golden child act fairly well
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“Would you stop it?”
Will freezes, confused and shocked now, his yelling ceasing at once.
Mike shouts again. “Would you stop yelling at me? It happens so often now!”
The other boy’s anger returns in a moment. “Then maybe you should stop giving me a reason to!”
The hurt in Mike’s eyes, returning to Will’s glare, shows his knowingness enough.
“You’ve changed, Mike! You stopped caring. You stopped asking. And you never, never, used to do that! What happened?” Will’s voice quavers. “What did I do wrong?”
Mike’s eyes go wide with horror, reaching out his hands to comfort him in a touchless surrender. “Will, no, you didn’t do anything-”
“You can’t even touch me, Mike. Don’t pretend like you haven’t noticed it.” Will’s voice is much less furious, now. It’s upset. “Can’t hug me properly, can’t put a hand on my shoulder unless I’m scared. And it fucking sucks!”
Mike’s taken aback by the profanity. Will never swears.
He continues. “It sucks, because I’ve been looking for a little fucking comfort. You used to care. I care, so why can’t you? What have I done wrong?”
A sob is let out, one that makes Mike’s heart rip itself in half. “Will, please, come on, I’m sorry. I- I…”
He stands there numbly for a moment, a short one, because suddenly he’s wrapping himself around Will, holding him close. He fears what could happen, Will pushing him away and snarling disgusted words at him, a repugnant glint in his eyes.
But it doesn’t happen. So he stands there, holding him.
“All I ever wanted to do was spend my life, whatever’s left of it, with you.” He bites his bottom lip hard. “But that’s so stupid. It’s so dumb.”
Mike shakes his head. “No, no it’s not.”
“It is.” Will snivels. “It’s so idiotic that I’m crying to you like I’m fucking five again. That… that I…”
When he trails off, Mike speaks again. “I’ve spent my whole life saying that.”
Will pauses, puzzled. “What?”
“All the time, I used to- I still do act adult, like I know what’s gonna happen. What I’m doing. But there’s only a handful of things I really know.”
He continues. “I know the sky’s blue. I know my name is Mike. I know that you’ve always been my best friend.” Mike lets out a small, sad laugh. “But even those don’t stay true. The sky can go gray, my real, full name is Michael…”
He smiles, shakily and unsure. “And sometimes… sometimes I’m in love with you.”
He feels Will tense in his arms, only pulling away far enough to look him in the eyes. “Which I’m lying about right now, because I’m in love with you all of the time. Every day.” His smile’s slowly crumbling, scared and terrified and falling all at once. “But I’m so shit at showing it. I’m so bad at communicating, at showing I care.”
And that’s when he says it. “But you’re not.”
Will’s eyes widen. “I understand. I know what you’ve been saying, and I see how dumb it was that I couldn’t say it, in the quietest way, back. So, if you’re gonna be loud, and honest to me, then I’ll be loud and honest to you.”
Will’s heart skips about two beats; one for each of them. He’s breathing, and it’s so loud. It’s loud, and he knows, then. He feels. Lets himself guide without much thought at all.
He kisses Mike. And immediately, almost too quickly, Mike’s kissing back, holding him and swearing things silently that are too noisy to hear through their passionate embrace. It’s messy, but not rough, and they’re honest. They’re telling the truth, now.
They stand there like that for what feels like hours, holding and caring and showing it. Being too loud in that quiet. The first time, the first kiss, that first song that hums out in the nonexistent space between them. They can’t get close enough.
When they break for air, loud and obnoxious air that they require to live, Will says it. “I love you, too.”
And Mike laughs. “Can I get a redo?”
Will’s brows furrow at the ridiculous request. “A redo? On what?” He laughs. “You were doing so well already!”
And the other boy shakes his head, beaming. “I didn’t say it first. Like, the real thing.”
“Well, now I get the credit.”
“Fine. Sure.” But Will relents, so Mike speaks on. “I love you.”
Will grins wider. “I love you, too.” Then, after pressing a kiss to Mike’s enthused lips, he says, “Even though I said it first.”
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Drew her again, my favoritest cow in the whole wide world. I don't recall if I had a name for her the last time, but let me reintroduce you to Matilda!
I used a pose from @adorkastock for reference.
[ID Start: a quick colored pencil drawing of a fat anthropomorphic cow girl with bat wings looking over her left shoulder with a snide smile at the viewer. Matilda has pale, semi translucent skin that shows her blood veins, mostly noticeable on her shoulders, limbs, and wings. She has short, bobbed white hair with bangs and red tips. She has a red nose and a red spot above her eye and her pink horns turn to red at the tips. She is wearing a black cold-shoulder crop top with long flowy sleeves, a somewhat tight and short black skirt with a slit up the left side, black fishnet leggings, and golden jewelry and piercings. Matilda is spreading out her wings behind her and is standing with her right leg bearing weight and her left leg out and to the side. To her left in mostly red is her name, Matilda, along with her pronouns (she/it). Below that is a version of a sapphic/inclusive lesbian flag in the four vivid colors of violet, pink, yellow, and green. /End ID.]
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