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i kind fuck with cheating tim drake. like hell yeah, give me those fidelity issues i love it when a mf has an indefensible character trait now cheating dick grayson i dont buy. thats just not him at all but cheating tim drake? like ykw that tracks he 100% intellectualizes his emotions to the point where he doesnt understand the harm he causes -j

part 1 I want to see Raven's emotional repression incident like what happened in the episode Fear Itself manifest from a different emotion. In that episode, Raven refused to acknowledge her fear of the horror movie monster, and we figure out by the end that she couldn't use any of her magic because it was manifesting as a projection of her repressed emotion. It created the monster. I wanna see this but with grief. (disclaimer this was all written with Present by Lloyd Vaan playing in the back, i was in a mood. a sad one. highly recommend playing it while you read) Nightwing dies. It was horrible, and tragic, and there was nothing to be done. Raven hasn't figured out how to process the sheer amount of grief now on her shoulders, not in the slightest. It's the morning a week after Dick's funeral, and Raven's magic still isn't working. It hasn't worked since then, and honestly? She's fine with whatever anomaly this is. She takes it as a sign. She doesn't think she could even coax herself out of her apartment, let alone out to do hero work. Everything feels off. The dismal Gotham cityscape outside her window quite accurately reflects her general state lately. A gray, numb indifference. The clouds blanket the skies at all hours, permanently blocking the sun—and at any given point, it looks like it could start pouring. Like the skies have been collecting water for weeks, and they refuse to let the earth have it until it physically can't hold anymore. But the clouds are stubborn. It doesn't rain. Raven doesn't walk so much as she aimlessly wanders out of thei— her room. She should probably eat, but nothing sounds good. All food sounds the same. Everything looks the same. Everything feels the same. A grayscale on her senses. A scent cuts into her stillness. Warm, familiar—waffles, wafting from the kitchen. The potency of the smell almost makes her dizzy. She follows it, and blue waits for her at the end. Sparkling, true blue eyes. A soft, baby blue tshirt. An easy smile, and a voice so familiar she could drown in it. "Morning, Rae," he chirps, not unlike a bluebird. Or a robin. He flips the waffle maker, and he looks directly at her Raven's hollowed chest aches with her next breath, her eyes burn. Dick suddenly looks alarmed. Is that her fault? His hands are at her shoulders, and she thinks maybe it is. "Woah, hey— is everything okay?" She hates that question. Her vision swims, and she can't get a word out. "A nightmare?" he asks gently, and Raven thinks that must be it. "You died," her voice cracks, and the look in his eyes is nothing short of heartbroken. "Oh, honey," he murmurs, and suddenly he's holding her. Holding her together. She's encased in warmth, and Raven is clinging to his blue shirt like a lifeline. She blinks rapidly, and tears spill in silence. Dick cuts through it, a blue sky peeking through the overcast. "I'm so sorry. I'm right here, okay? I'm not going anywhere." Her shoulders tremble. ——— Three weeks pass, and the nightmare fades from her memory like any other dream. Life carries on as usual. Her magic is still shot—Dick was just as perplexed, when she had finally told him. He was also concerned, and he looked over at her phone on the nightstand. It sat there, dead and untouched for the better part of the last few weeks. Raven doesn't see the issue. "A month without magic is a big deal, Raven," he says quietly, into the darkness of the bedroom. The darkness of the space between them in the bed. "Surely the Titans would—" "I don't want their help," she snaps, and Dick goes uncharacteristically quiet. The shame washes over her instantly, and she presses her face into her hands. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—" "It's okay," Dick murmurs, and he's gently tugging her hands away from her face to replace them with his lips. A soft kiss to her cheeks, to her nose, to her lips. Raven finds his blue eyes in the dark. Dick pulls her in close, and tucks her head under his chin. Not another word is spoken the rest of the night. ___ Part 2 coming, I had to stop writing to go to class :( -j

I'm a huge fan of angst where theres a trio, and one of them dies. That character was the heart of the trio, and the remaining two end up getting married. not because they were planning to, or even wanted to, but because they're holding each other together—and they're the only two who understand the massive hole left in their lives. They don't feel like pulling themselves together in order to find companionship elsewhere yes, this is about Dick dying and Jason & Raven being left with the aftermath -j

Dickrae codependency (post Teen Titans 2003 universe) is one of my favorite headcanons for the two of them Dick was Raven's first friend, he knew her best of anyone on the team. When Raven manifested that eldritch horror of a creature in the Tower because she was bottling up her fear—Dick was the only Titan to figure it out. He was the one to pull her (literally) from the depths of hell when she had lost all hope, the one to pull her back into the light. She would be entirely lost without him—he's her whole world. In turn, Raven is the only one that truly understands Dick. They have an empathic bond, which Dick relies heavily on to communicate anything (seeing as he picked up on Bruce's emotional constipation). She knows what he's feeling, at all times, and he's grateful for the fact that he never needs to explain himself to her. She just gets it. But magic aside, she understands his secrecy, his need for space, the kind of dark things he keeps tucked away. She knows it all too well, not to mention their common trauma with Slade. They are birds of a feather, so to speak. Dick can simply give her a look and she immediately picks up on what's wrong, and what he needs. If Raven ever feels off kilter, Dick's hand is already at her back, providing a grounding touch that she's wholly grateful for. They are a duo of perpetual and silent physical touch, in one form or another. Separation anxiety is a bitch for the both of them—the longer they aren't physically in the same space, the more on edge they get. The entire foundation of their relationship is implicit communication and trust, and the people around them are consistently bewildered at their ability to seemingly exchange thoughts and understanding by simply making eye contact. Despite the fact they both use the empathic bond as a crutch to avoid verbal communication—they mutually understand the feeling. It never comes up. As long as they have each other, they have a constant, subconscious outlet for their feelings without ever actually needing to share them—and for the two people most prone to bottling emotions? It's the perfect relationship. -j

Thinking about a no capes AU for dickjayrae, featuring Vampire!Dick, Succubus!Raven, and Ghost!Jason They all live together as roommates—and poor, exhausted Jason has to help his two hopeless friends navigate the human world. By the supernatural nature of Dick and Raven being a vampire and a succubus, respectively, they can both see Jason's spiritual form—but the average person can't. This results in chaotic situations like Jason trying to teach them how to use self checkout at the grocery store. He must juggle the chaos of walking Raven through how to pay at the machine without being able to pick up the card himself, while barking at Dick to keep his hungry ass away from the fucking deli. Thankfully, Raven's smart, and she figures it out with a flicker of a smile at the corner of her mouth. After several minutes of Dick blatantly pretending Jason wasn't there, Raven calls for him to leave, and he's with her to carry the bags in moments. Jason wants to die. Again. -j

new to tumblr!! my friend and i decided to pull a joint acc out of the ether to post our dc ship brainrot that would otherwise stay locked away in a discord server. dead dove ships will frequent the page we're pretty huge fans of dickrae, jayrae, and jaydick— or even better, dickjayrae (dick grayson, jason todd, and raven) we also love a ton of other ships honestly most of it will get mentioned at some point godspeed gamers -j & c