for some reason tumblr won’t let me upload this as a photo
otp: without him theres no reason to stay
Now taking preorders at my Storenvy! Yay!
These will be 1” acrylic charms (durable! waterproof! adorable!), and come with straps so you can attach them to your phone, your keys, your DS, or just superglue them to your skin so they can be with you forever.
Depending on how successful these are, I will probably make the rest of the team, because I don’t know about you, but I want to cover every available surface of my house in tiny, tiny superheroes.
im gonna go to graysons house for the rest of the week so heres my parting gift
(i get to watch dc nation on saturday!!!!!)
I’m not resigning,just taking a leave of absence.
malin-j requested: dick/wally + maybe artemis, cuddling/eskimo kisses
“Dude,” Wally laughs quietly, and his breath laps at Dick’s chin, warm. It clouds up and dissipates in the cold air. “I don’t think standing on your tiptoes is conducive to stealth.”
“Yeah, but huddling is conducive to my survival, so it’s kind of the lesser of two evils,” Dick replies airily.
He’d launched himself against Wally’s chest only a few moments ago, already diabolically planning to dismiss the action as obligatory for keeping warm, a pragmatic solution to the snowy Wisconsin weather around them. He doesn’t know whose bright idea it had been to have a stealth mission in the middle of the Midwestern woods in the dead of December with only a few zeta energy readings to go on, but whoever it was, he wouldn’t mind personally breaking their necks, once he gets done with… well, whatever it is he’s trying to do. He’s not really sure.
He’d lifted his head a second ago and now his and Wally’s foreheads are touching, level thanks to a boost from the balls of his feet. Their noses bump intermittently whenever either one of them talks, and for all of Wally’s cavalier behavior, it’s not hard for Dick to notice that his cheeks are flushed red.
“Uh, you call this huddling?” Wally asks. “‘Cause I’m pretty sure it’s one letter away from another word that kind of suits this more.”
Dick opens his mouth to retort, but is silenced when he hears a twig crack in the silence, somewhere to his left.
Suddenly, he’s thrown to the ground, face-first into the snow, with something very warm and very heavy on top of him. He flails angrily, his skinny limbs scrambling at the ice, his yelps of protest at the temperature muffled by the dirt and ice into which he’s been stuffed.
“Stay down,” Wally hisses into his ear, and Dick stills.
“Mmmd,” he sputters, and then finally manages to yank his head up, gasping at the frigid sting of the air. “Dude, what are you doing?”
Wally is currently splayed out protectively on top of him, one hand poised at his goggles as he surveys their surroundings.
“Huddling,” Wally replies dryly. “Now shut up and—”
Before he can finish, footsteps start to approach them. Wally immediately crams Dick’s face down again and shuffles further over him, no doubt concealing him entirely. Dick holds his breath (not like he has much of a choice, all things considered) and listens.
“You?” Wally suddenly says, unimpressed, and his rigid body immediately loosens (which makes him feel all the more heavy). “What do you want? This isn’t your surveillance zone, genius.”
Dick wriggles angrily and Wally seems to remember he’s there, lifting his hand off of the back of Dick’s skull but still refusing to disembark from him. Dick snaps his head up to the sight of two combat boots planted in front of him.
He follows the legs up and, at the end of them, finds himself locking eyes with a hunched-over, scowling, pink-nosed Artemis.
She glares from him to Wally to him to Wally again before shifting from one foot to the other, looking down, and shuddering.
“I’m cold,” she finally mumbles, as though it’s taking great physical effort for her to admit it.
Wally and Dick blink protuberantly at her in unison, still stacked on each other like sandwich components, Wally’s chin hovering just over the top of Dick’s head. After a time, Wally finally speaks.
“Well, she-devil, you’re in luck,” he declares, and he finally, finally clambers off of Dick, plopping into a sitting position against a tree. Dick scrambles the rest of the way free, gasping for air. “My best pal here and I were just having an emergency huddle session.”
“You can cut the ‘best pal’ schtick; I know what you guys were doing,” Artemis huffs, tightening her crossed arms. “Do you have, like… I don’t know, hot tea in that snack compartment?”
“What do I look like, a one-man cafeteria?” Wally asks indignantly.
“Yes,” Dick wheezes at the same time Artemis says it, and Wally glares at the both of them, pouting.
“Well, for your information, no, I don’t,” he grumbles. “But I do happen to carry around a nice, handy, heat-conducting speedster body, if either of you are interested in that. I know Rob is; he was all over it a second ago.”
“It was practical!” Dick snaps, but his voice cracks. “Jeez, Wally.”
“Keep telling yourself that.” Wally guffaws, and then opens his arms. “C’mon, you two losers; we can play truth or dare, pretend we’re roasting marshmallows, maybe make out a little—”
Artemis has formed a snowball and vaulted it squarely onto his face in record time. Dick cackles, pointing at Wally with amusement as the snow melts in his red hair and dribbles down over his sour expression.
“You guys are the worst,” he grumbles.
“Yeah,” Dick agrees, shuffling forward and sitting down beside Wally, leaning casually against his chest and bringing his knees up. “But at least we’re good at it.”
He and Wally look to Artemis together. She straightens under their attention, seeming to wrestle with herself for a moment before shouldering off her quiver and cautiously taking a seat about a foot from Wally.
He rolls he eyes and slings his arm around her shoulders, yanking her close until her head bumps against his cheek. She makes a startled squeaking noise that is, frankly, golden for Dick’s blackmail repertoire, but scoots closer after a moment.
Wally settles and holds the two of them firmly against him, stretching his legs out and resting his cheek on the top of Dick’s head.
“So… now what?” Artemis mumbles after a time, sounding content, curled up against Wally’s side.
“Now?” Wally hums pensively, and then grins. “Strip poker?”
Dick’s and Artemis’s elbows both drive into his stomach at exactly the same time.