He taught me to become what I feared most.
But some things are scarier than bats.
Independent roleplaying blog for Jason Todd. Will be centered around an AU storyline based upon Forever Evil; Connected characters are linked.
The mun and muse are both over 21, and NSFW does not mean mindless smut (id est: This blog will contain violence and other sensitive materials. See sidebar disclaimer.). Everything is under construction, please pardon my dust.
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    doctorkiebeth:

    I hereby declare that I shall never get upset with another mun for losing a thread, forgetting about an ask, forgetting about an agreed-upon starter, or otherwise being a human being and not some sort of super-computer. I have trouble keeping up with 10 threads, and…

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  • rosewaternightmare:

    // Hey, guys. I’m spending some quality sister time at the last day of the faire today, so I won’t be on much until later. :] I know that I owe, I haven’t forgotten! Have a beautiful day, and we’ll talk soon!

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  • Fucking useless.

    Useless.

    Disgruntled and exhausted from a night of sleeplessness, Jason had pulled himself into the shabby booth with the large hood of his grey sweatshirt raised over his head, his eyes, visible only beneath shadows cast by the garment, brandishing dark circles. A cup of black coffee sat before him and he held the handle with two fingers, staring near-lifelessly into the vicinity and observing.

    And all had been dull, mundane until the most recent occupant of the diner had taken a seat. Jason watched him carefully, pale lips pulling into a smirk of sorts as his gaze traced each feature, each mannerism of the young man two tables from him… Timothy Drake. Tim Fucking Drake… What a coincidence.

    Assuming his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him.

    He was tired as Hell.

    "Need a top-off, sweetie?" The voice of the waitress might have started him if he were more focused, but Jason turned to look at her, nodding quietly and pushing the coffee mug towards the end of the table.

    "You know that guy over there?" He asked, glancing towards Tim, taking his cup again as she refilled it’s contents with the coffee pot in her hand.

    "He’s a regular. Why? Do you?" She smiled.

    "…think so." The young man muttered, looking down at his coffee, "Mind if I hop over to that table?"

    A quiet laugh was emitted, and she shook her head, “I’ll let him know—”

    "No need." Jason began to stand, bringing his coffee with him, "I… want to surprise him."

    The waitress nodded, before going off to tend to the other sparse tables and leaving Jason to pull both his glass and his backpack along to the booth at which Drake was seated, back turned to him. The smirk was in full play now, and silently, he slipped into the seat across from his younger brother, setting down the coffee and crossing his arms…

    "Wow." was all that he uttered, raising a brow.

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  • "The peanut butter is gone."
    "Did we use all the whipped cream last night?"
    "Please tell me you like your coffee hot."
    "Is that a doughnut?"
    "FUCK THE POLICE!"
    "You're screwed."
    "Wait, are you.... are you trying to hit on me?"
    "You are a horrible human being."
    "Looks like you're not coming home tonight."
    "Your shirt is on backwards."
    "I really like your-- is that a coffee machine?"
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  • vengefulbullets just had to ask:

    "It's time to talk about the pickles and ice cream thing, Tim."

    sassyredbird:

    sassyredbird:

    "You eat French fries and milkshakes together!" She protested with a pout,"I think I’m allowed to have a weird food combination."

    It wasn’t weird. It was perfectly normal.
    She was lying to herself and she knew it. Except she didn’t care. It tasted fine to her, so why should it matter.

    "You don’t look okay," she grumbled.

    Pouring the water into the cups, she watched the water turn yellow.

    "Herbal Tea is relaxing," she sighed,"Might help?"

    "I’m fine, Thea.” He muttered, pulling out one of the kitchen chairs as though he were going to sit down, though he promptly pushed it back into place and moved instead into the kitchen, forcing a smile, “You’re right… a-about the tea.”

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  • vengefulbullets just had to ask:

    "What are you trying to say?"

    sassyredbird:

    sassyredbird:

    She gave a frustrated huff as she threaded her fingers through her hair.

    "Move in already!" She exclaimed, pointing at the duffle sitting on the floor and then a few other things of his scattered in the apartment,"You practically live here already. There’s already some of your stuff here. Just move in."

    She lowered her arms and let her shoulders sag. This had to be atleast the one hundredth time they’d talked/argued/screamed about this.

    "It’d be so much easier if you did," she sighed, still frustrated,"No one would be able to find you here either. Never think to look this far uptown."

    "I didnt mean now," she laughed,"I meant later, now we celebrate."

    She wasn’t exactly sure how they should celebrate but, this was something they should. It was a big event.

    "What do you want to do to celebrate?" She asked him, a happy smile on her face and an excited gleam in her eyes.

    Phew.

    Jason grinned up at her, “Get drunk?”

    Wasn’t that his answer for most things?

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  • theforgottenfeline:

    everyone love and cherish Tim Drake before he gets killed by a pencil or something

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  • gentle reminders:

    • i will never force my ships on you
    • i love unrequited shit
    • you are so fuckin allowed to hurt my muse okay there is no limit
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  • vengefulbullets just had to ask:

    "What are you trying to say?"

    sassyredbird:

    sassyredbird:

    She gave a frustrated huff as she threaded her fingers through her hair.

    "Move in already!" She exclaimed, pointing at the duffle sitting on the floor and then a few other things of his scattered in the apartment,"You practically live here already. There’s already some of your stuff here. Just move in."

    She lowered her arms and let her shoulders sag. This had to be atleast the one hundredth time they’d talked/argued/screamed about this.

    "It’d be so much easier if you did," she sighed, still frustrated,"No one would be able to find you here either. Never think to look this far uptown."

    "You said crashing on my couch was temporary," she arched a brow at him, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth,"You want help moving the rest of your belongings?"

    She wouldn’t say victory aloud, but it was definately reflected in her eyes and smirk. It would be nice. To finally be able to say that ‘yes she does have a roommate’s rather than ‘no I don’t particularly want one’ when friends asked because they knew someone who needed a place.

    "Uh…"

    He hesitated, glancing around the room again, and scratching the side of his head, “Sure? Later, though. No rush.” This… well… was the rest of his belongings… But he didn’t want to get into that just yet.

    Or… ever.

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