Posts by richard g.

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    [fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]tbh im rewatching teen titans tomorrow too so i can grow closer to my son i literally love him so much
    LEGO BATMAN WAS SO CUTE AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!!!!! it was SO GOOD OMG


    no problem dude B -) i have a good amt of muse for this kiddo so that helped too lmao

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    [fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]oh cool i'll take the survey soon!!


    BUT U SHOULD WHEN U GET THE CHANCE
    batjokes is the best and i love robin SO MUCH

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    [fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]"What? O-Oh! Sorry," the child spluttered when they corrected him. He supposed his memory was just bad with all the distractions he'd been having lately. Things like... well, you know.
    Dick turned his mind away from that, though, and focused on the other. They looked exhausted, and he honestly felt bad for them. They seemed nervous and just so tired, it was almost draining what energy he had. The boy bit his lip, staring up at Solardust uncertainly.
    "Uh... not much. It was raining and it got annoying so I moved out here. How 'bout you?"
    For the first time in a while, the kitten felt as though his heart was calm in his chest, the opposite reaction the kitsune was having to their interaction. He hoped they'd get over their anxiety, but of course the child knew it wasn't exactly all that easy.

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    [fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]if u dont want to go to the theatre for it im pretty sure it's on kisscartoon? i havent watched it on there tho so idk how the quality will be or anythin
    BUT YEAH U SHOULD!!

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    [fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]Dick felt the same kind of isolation that Solardust did. He had just lost the only people he was close to, and run away from the rest. The Flying Graysons had been his only form of communication or interaction for all 5 months he had been alive. Not that he was complaining- he'd never needed anyone else. Dick was just fin with what he'd had. But now that that was gone, he just felt so alone, like the world was against him.
    "That's cool," the child commented. He wished he could clear his mind at this point, really. Whenever he bothered to think anything, it was something he wished he hadn't. At their next statement, the boy simply nodded his confirmation.
    "It feels like everyone I talk to is out for me until I make conversation with 'em for a bit," Dick admitted, wondering if his words would comfort Solardust a little bit. He wasn't scared of them anymore. They had proven they weren't a threat. If they had been, they would have killed him by now. Really, he wanted to help them out with their fear at this point.
    "So being in a crowd of strangers is really awful."
    His own fear wasn't fueled by anxiety or lack of confidence, but paranoia that what happened to his parents would happen to him. Dick offered a half-smile to the other, wondering if the assurance that they weren't alone in their fear was any consolation.
    //lmao i can send u the code for this fancy after school if u want me to?

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    [fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]THAT WOULD BE SO CUTE TBH maybe that could happen in their bonding thread or something?

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    [fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]yells all this talk about dads but dick doesnt have one rip in piss
    im waiting to find a batman character to adopt him for now but like........ if attie was his dad or something......... omg

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    [fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]dude heck yeah
    would you mind making their thread actually ?? i have my hands a little fulll right now rip :" -)

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    [fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]Dick simply nodded at their words. They were right- the more people there were, the more he had to identify and focus on to make sure it was safe. To make sure nobody was out for him. The boy got a bit anxious just thinking about it, really. But he felt the same way- now that he was talking to someone else, interacting, there was less fear. Finally, less fear. Dick felt like it shaped him completely in these past few days, and that wasn't something he was fond of.
    He turns his green eyes on them when they speak up again. Solardust didn't look too old, but they didn't look all too young, either. He wondered how long they'd lived in the clans, if what they said was true.
    "It's not your fault if you're scared," he tried to reassure them. "I don't wanna be scared anymore, but it's hard. Ya know?" He was about to go on, but stopped suddenly. Dick didn't want to pour out his whole life story, not just yet. He may have been a kid, but even if he felt closer to the other than a stranger, some details were for later. The child dug his claws into the ground, then retracted them, and repeated that a few times.
    "Being scared sucks."
    Yeah, he'd been through a pretty traumatic incident. In fact, it had only happened a week or so ago now- it was still fresh in Dick's mind, and something he would much rather have forgotten than let shape him. His mind was constantly on survival mode, he felt, and it was so annoying. He wanted to rest. Wanted to make friends. But the fear was just too much. He was so scared of ending up like his parents, like somebody was out for him. That the last Flying Grayson would be no more. It was honestly petrifying.
    The child eyed the kitchen. Tea sounded nice right about now.

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    [fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]it can be a human au or just a normal thread!! i think i'll probably keep the development that happens no matter how it happens tbh
    any setting is fine with me!! if u just want to do somewhere around windclan's camp or like a playground or something im down : -)

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    [fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]tbh if vader were to adopt dick he would be super possessive of him and be like "no im the only child" but like. thats obviously not true lmao
    but he would be the same as alice he hates murder considering his parents were murdered rip


    i lov tension......... i live for tension and ic drama

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    [fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]tbh i could redraw vaders avatar if u want me to? im feral so i actually drew the one youre using now too im sorry i got it wrong rip!!


    TEACH ME HOW TO USE GIFS AS AVATARS PLEASE


    everyones related either by blood or adoption now this is Great

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    [fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]At her words, the boy almost perked up, but that wasn't entirely correct. He still looked so beaten and pitiful that 'perking up' could hardly be called that. But, it was clear that he was a little surprised to find someone who'd gone through something so similar so soon. But soon, his surprise turned back into anguish and turmoil. How could he so easily let go of the pain he felt, even for a moment?
    "What do I do now?"
    His question seemed to be directed solely at Poppykit. He was willing to take advice from anyone, but she was the person he trusted most here, even if she had only talked to him once. He didn't even know her name, but she was the safest option, the best bet he had for something useful. Something to help.
    He didn't want the fear or the sadness or the grief to shape him, but it seemed like it was beginning to already. The boy didn't want the negativity in his life. He wanted to grow up normally, with his parents, with his family, with the circus. Of course, all of those opportunities were gone now, and Dick didn't have a chance at a childhood anymore at all. If he was to take care of himself, he'd have to act like an adult. Nobody deserved that, though, especially not children like him or Poppykit. The way that the events had changed (and would change, for that matter) both of them was unfair and cruel.
    The boy stared at her helplessly, waiting for an answer.

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    [fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]yells i love the lion king so much scar is one of my fav villains of all time (along with the witch doctor from princess and the frog, hades, and gaston)


    also yells i'll redraw vader when i find the time to!!


    yells a third time welcome virus!!!!!!!