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˗ˏˋ ꒰ Cissa ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ⠀ ♪ ⊹ ︵ @bloomcissaa (main)
she/her 20! s-asian american pisces jason todd’s princess & roy harper’s sweetheart <3 president of the dinahbabs & timkon fanclubs written by stephanie garber ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
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just because you havent seen me post about The Character in a while doesn't mean i'm any less insane about them in private
This isn't a request but I wanted to ask how you made your tumblr page so appealing? How did you make the photos fit and match colors?
a lot of scrolling thru pinterest
i usually start by finding photos that already match each other. if the colors are slightly off, i’ll edit them or add filters so it looks more cohesive
also try using more specific words when your searching for pic. for my dinah theme i looked up “rockstar gf” & “vintage rock” so try to look for the vibe & mood rather than looking up “dinah lance aesthetic”
he wants you to read to him!
꒰ content ꒱ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ jason todd x gn!reader, fluff
Jason's watching you more intently than usual.
His eyes always followed you around—never unbearably. Instead, one could imagine that it felt like a safety net.
Or at least today, it's more like his eyes have morphed into hearts.
"Jay? You need something?" you ask, as you fold your laundry.
Nights like these are rare, when Jason doesn't leave the moment dusk bleeds across the sky. His vigilante gear is shoved into the closet, and the tension in his body finally melts as he sinks into the sheets.
"Just you." He turns his head to get a better look at you. His eyes trail over your features before they settle on your lips for the briefest moment. "C'mere."
You assume he wants to kiss you, so you do what any sane person dating Jason Todd would do.
You abandon the jeans you'd been folding and sit on the edge of the bed. Before you can even process what it is that he wants, you're being tugged into the middle. One arm loops around your waist, keeping you tucked against his side like a stuffed animal he can't sleep without.
"What're you—
He hands you a book. The same one he read to you a few days ago.
"Your turn," he says as if that explains everything.
You blink. "You want me to read to you?"
Jason shrugs and leans down to kiss the side of your head. "m'not doing the voices tonight," he mutters, breath fanning your ear.
"I'm not doing the voices," you complain. But you're already opening the book to where he left off.
A sleepy huff escapes him. "Read the book, sweetheart."
"Okay, but without the voices," you say again. And to make your point, you elbow him in the ribs.
he side-eyes you. "Doesn't matter."
"What doesn't?" you ask.
“the voices.” He tucks his face against your shoulder. "just wanna listen to yours.”
no one will ever ever fathom how much i love jason todd
playing nurse!
꒰ content ꒱ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ Roy harper x fem!reader, anxiety, kinda hurt/comfort, fluff, badly written, idk what this is, i'm sick and taking care of a sick 6 year old, this is how i cope ig?
Your body's buzzing with worry, your heart racing almost painfully. It takes everything in you to swallow it down. You tell yourself it's a normal fever. This shit happens. It's fine.
But seeing him lying in bed, motionless, the covers hiding half his body, makes you dizzy— makes you feel like you'll drop to your knees if you don't check on him every five minutes.
So you tiptoe into your shared room with a thermometer and a pulse oximeter. Technically, you don't need the latter, but it doesn't hurt to check.
He's sleeping on his back, head turned to the side, lips parted slightly. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you reach out and place a hand on his chest. When you feel the familiar rise and fall, your shoulders sag with relief, your head hanging low as you stare at his chest like it's a lifeline.
A warm hand engulfing yours snaps your eyes up.
"You're gonna get sick, baby," Roy mumbles, a little scoldingly as if he's talking to Lian.
gonna be posting here until i can get the label off my my acc @bat1nsignia
pls spread the word!!!
okay i suck at requesting and if you dont like it you can ignore it but listen,, princess!reader is having a tea party with her friends and they gossip about other men and knight!bruce is there as their guard and hears them and gets jealous and when theyre finally alone reader makes fun of him for being jealous 😭 idkk it sounds so cute in my headd
CHERRY I LOVED THIS REQUEST it was so fun to write, i hope you like it <3
it’s right here: jealous knight !!
jealous knight!
꒰ content ꒱ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ Knight!Bruce Wayne x princess!reader
Your knight stands beside you, loyal as ever, as you finish your second goblet of wine in such an unprincessly manner that the other knights can only stare. Bruce, however, keeps his gaze fixed straight ahead as though he hadn't witnessed anything at all. The other ladies are no different.
Why would they care? After all, today's gathering had a purpose beyond simply lounging in one's company. Some had come seeking political information, others to escape their husbands and find a moment of peace. Now, others—like you—have arranged the whole thing for the most important reason of all.
Gossip.
Truly, what better way is there to amuse oneself?
"Your Highness, I've heard the southern kingdom's youngest prince is traveling to visit you," one of the ladies speaks up, her calculated gaze looking you up and down as she waits for your reaction.
From the corner of your eye, you see Bruce's fingers curl into a fist.
the princess’s dietary needs!
꒰ content ꒱ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ what’s more romantic than a knight that brings her highness only the finest monsters for her to dig into? . . . fem!knight!bruce wayne x princess!reader, medieval fantasy au, genderbent bruce,
pt. 1 • pt. 2
Your words have been haunting Bruce against her will.
Whoever brings the finest monster shall get a kiss.
It is below her to react to such things.
Really, honorable knights didn't try to please. They're the kingdom's pride—nothing like the knights who sit around drinking ale and putting on their shiniest armor for the princess's amusement.
So perhaps it'd been the thought that another knight could win that had Bruce trekking out into the night where the wind was roaring and the rain striking against her armor.
Her sword would meet against a beast, she’d thought. No matter if the mud made it harder to walk.
And now, mud follows her in with every footstep as she carries a basilisk over her shoulder, its tail dragging against the floor as she makes her way to where you sit lazily on your father’s throne.
