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“I’m awesome, how dare you.”
“I mean, I guess.”
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Anonymous asked:
How would you feel if Bart tried to hook up with terry?
I doubt Allen is that sort of individual in the first place and second if that sort of situation presented itself I have faith in Terry to set the record straight, so I have no response for you.
Ew.
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Put 'Confess!' plus an accusation about my muse in my ask, and my muse will confess whether it's true or not!
Here’s some examples to start you off-
- Confess! Are you turned on by [insert kink here]?
- Confess! Do you like [insert name here]?
- Confess! Is it true that you once [insert odd/silly activity here]?
- Confess! Are you scared of [insert fear here]?
- Confess! Did you cry during [insert movie here]
Or think of your own! Be as cunning as you like…
So i’m here, would anyone like to rp? like for a starter!
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various starters
- ❛ you’re a weapon and weapons don’t weep. ❜
- ❛ hurt me once, I’ll kill you twice. ❜
- ❛ never trust a survivor until you learn what they did to stay alive. ❜
- ❛ death is the only god that comes when you call. ❜
- ❛ I am teeth. I am royal. you are nothing to me. ❜
- ❛ the sun will rise and we will try again. ❜
- ❛ we’re just kids. we aren’t supposed to be heroes. ❜
- ❛ I like my women like I like my Absinthe: bitter and intoxicating. ❜
- ❛ what doesn’t kill me better run. ❜
- ❛ she wasn’t looking for a knight. she was looking for a sword. ❜
- ❛ don’t dehumanize bad people, because it’s their humanity which makes what they’ve done so terrifying. ❜
- ❛ she isn’t just pretty. she is otherworldly and vaguely threatening. ❜
- ❛ magic is not good or evil. is a knife evil? only if the wielder is. ❜
- ❛ I don’t want your crown. see, I’ve come to burn your kingdom down. ❜
- ❛ they broke my wings. they forgot I have claws. ❜
- ❛ all that blood was never beautiful, it was just red. ❜
- ❛ what do you do when there’s no hero in the story? simple. you kill the monster and crown yourself. ❜
- ❛ how terrible it is, to love something that death can touch. ❜
- ❛ you may not be interested in war, but it is interested in you. ❜
- ❛ I feel divinity in my bones like aching. like fire. ❜
- ❛ you make me feel and I don’t like it. I want it to stop. now. ❜
- ❛ you are losing my interest and that is very dangerous. ❜
- ❛ she will burn your kingdoms down, herself with it, if it means your ruin. ❜
- ❛ it’s okay to be scared. it means your about to do something brave. ❜
- ❛ she looks like divine absolution. ❜
- ❛ I will not be another flower, picked for my beauty and left to die. I will be wild, difficult to find and impossible to forget. ❜
- ❛ be careful with words. they can be forgive, but never forgotten. ❜
- ❛ you not wanting me was the beginning of me wanting myself. ❜
- ❛ I’m tired of fighting. for once, I want to be fought for. ❜
- ❛ never run back to what broke you. ❜
- ❛ I was quite, but not blind. ❜
- ❛ your gut knows what’s up. trust that bitch. ❜
- ❛ we all eat lies when our hearts are hungry. ❜
- ❛ do not judge my story by the chapter you walked in on. ❜
- ❛ I’m just a girl, standing in front of a salad, wishing it was a donut. ❜
- ❛ you can miss something but not want it back. ❜
- ❛ you can’t save people, you can only love them. ❜
- ❛ I came, I saw, I made it awkward. ❜
- ❛ we buy shite we don’t need, with money we don’t have, to impress people we don’t like. ❜
- ❛ you’re always one decision away from a different life. ❜
- ❛ my brain has too many tabs open. ❜
- ❛ I’m not saying I hate you, just that you’re like the Monday of people. ❜
- ❛ there’s no ‘we’ in fries. ❜
- ❛ apology accepted, trust denied. ❜
- ❛ death and I have been scandalously intimate for some time now. ❜
- ❛ life happens. coffee helps. ❜
- ❛ I am mine before I am ever anyone else’s. ❜
- ❛ I rely a bit too heavily on alcohol and irony. ❜
- ❛ very early in my life it was already too late. ❜
- ❛ is that a threat or are you flirting with me. ❜
- ❛ was the use of force necessary in completing your objectives? ❜
- ❛ I’ll let you drag me to hell if it means you’ll hold my hand. ❜
- ❛ I do bad things, and I do them very well. ❜
- ❛ you drink too much, you cuss too much and you have questionable morals. you’re everything I ever wanted. ❜
- ❛ they will kill you, but first they will have to catch you. ❜
- ❛ drugs might kill you but they’ll never break your heart. ❜
- ❛ good girls are just bad girls that haven’t been caught. ❜
- ❛ a pretty face doesn’t guarantee a pretty heart. ❜
- ❛ no airbag, we die like men. ❜
- ❛ true evil is, above all, seductive. ❜
- ❛ it takes more courage to suffer than to die. ❜
- ❛ you must be lucky to avoid the wolf every time. but the wolf? he only needs enough luck to catch you once. ❜
- ❛ justice is vengeance in prettier packaging. ❜
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Thad lets out a huff in response at the comment to his costume. He wasn’t trying to look fashionable. No, he needed to concentrate right now and began to ignore the other boy and his jabbering. It was annoying. He was annoying. Yet Thad after a moment couldn’t help, but look up from the pile of scrap metal he’s gathered and draw his attention to the question.
“Because I’m your better.” He state matter of factly. “I already know I’m smarter and stronger than you just from this conversation and the look of you. Now stop bothering me before I have to hurt you.”
Not like Terry was really one to talk about fashion sense. At times he had have been told his own was none existent. Whatever. It’s not like he actually viewed such a thing as important. Don’t get him wrong, he likes to look good, but all he usually got was adorable or cute. Arching a brow, he scoffs, that soon turns into a snickers. Wow. Talk about being full or yourself. Not the first time he’s been told something along those lines.
“So you’re judging someone based on their looks, and their speech? That’s pretty common, are you sure about that ‘being better than me’ part?“ He rolls his eyes. Threats were nothing new. “Last time I checked, pretty sure this place isn’t owned by a kid in spandex.“
i’ll be back tomorrow before, and after work. if anyone would like a starter at all, go ahead and give this a life!
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At the press of of Terry’s forehead to his own there was a feeling of giddiness at having some of his time and spending it together. Perhaps that saying about a absence and a heart growing fonder had some truth to it.
“You’ve got it.” He grinned up at Terry; that same feeling of giddiness swirling inside his stomach as he grasped his boyfriend’s hand, and in a flash they were off. Thad had a place in mind and soon enough they were there. Bright multicolored lights flashed and brightly lit the carnival and decorated the rides, the sound of music played in the distance, and the scent of food wafted in the air along with the sound of the other carnival goers, games, and attractions.
“How’s this carnival sound to you?” He asked Terry and nudged him in the side. “Came by a flyer on a run once and decided to check it out. Might be an experience for the both of us?”
Terry disliked having to be away from the speedster, it reminded him too much of how he hardly had time for Dana. Although the big difference here was the fact he didn’t need to hide who he was from the blond. Regardless, he’d like to not have to pick being in another city, over his boyfriend.
He didn’t have time to really say anything else before they were off. And Terry was so glad that he’d gotten use to being swooshed away by speedsters. Mostly from his time’s Justice League, and Thad too. Still can’t as he found it a little disorienting, although remained fairly steady on his feet once they came to a stop. When he refocused-- this certainly wasn’t what he had in mind. Blue eyes widened at the sight before him. Don’t get him wrong there still carnivals in Neo-Gotham. Sort of. Maybe. Well. He’s never gone to one really. Focused more on other things he suppose, like the VR games, sports, school.... causing mischief. You know. Oh, and being Batman.
At first he’st not exactly sure what to say, then he’s smiling, and he takes Thad’s hand into his own with a simple squeeze. “I think-- it sounds pretty schway to me, it’s different from the ones I’m use to, considering I never really went to one.” He admitted with a chuckle. “So it totally could be an experience.” A pause. “You’re totally winning me a ridiculously giant stuffed animal, right? I hear that’s a thing.” Is it joking? Maybe.
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“At least I don’t look like a ragamuffin such as yourself.” Thad spat the other child with his chin tilted upward and his eyes narrowed behind his tinted goggles as he said so. He was too busy rummaging through the pile of junk and scrap metal to be offended by the insult.
“Go bother someone else. I’m busy.”
Terry would like to think he was mature, and above acting so childish. Yet he found himself pouting nonetheless, something he’d most likely deny later. “I’d much rather look like a…. ragamuffin, than your questionable fashion sense. And– who says ragamuffin anyway? That’s so old.” No for real, that green on green? Ouch. Its hurt his delicate young eyes.
The shorter rolled his eyes, moved around him, climbed, and settled down. “And what makes you think you could tell me what to do?”
i doubt anyone’s awake, and idk who still follows this blog. but i’m bringing it back, after almost a year... because i forgot the email, and password. oh and barry sort of took most of my time. but!!! i’m here again!
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“Yeah, it’s from 2008. It’s also MINE.”
He rolls his eyes and takes two steps forward, picking Terry up to tuck him under his arm like a bag of flour.
“And I don’t appreciate little kids wearing the clothes I DIED in, so let’s go back down to the Cave and put it back where you found it. We can find you something that fits better, anyway – you’re about the size of Dick when he first started, let’s try THAT one.”
“You’re ancient-!”
Terry yelped as he was suddenly picked up by the other, eyes widen, as he struggled. Only to realize that he wasn’t getting out of the hold, and he found himself pouting. He opened his mouth to utter some smart remarks, only to shut it just as quickly. Baby blue eyes widening--- died? Was he.. joking? He’s got to be joking. Right? Neo-Gotham was weird, but it can’t be THAT weird!
“Wait, you died!?”
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Jason stops dead. There’s a KID wearing his costume. The FIRST costume, the ORIGINAL Robin suit. It’s a bit too BIG on him, baggy in the shirt and shorts, with the cape DRAGGING on the ground.
“He’s not dead YET, but he’s GOING to be. You must be Terry. The FUCK are you doing, wearing that? Don’t tell me Bruce finally took DOWN that shitty memorial.”
He sighs. He shouldn’t SNAP at a child who didn’t know BETTER.
“Look, kid. You really shouldn’t wear that. People might get the WRONG idea.”
Terry’s small for his age, but even so-- whoever wore this suit before him had been older than he was now. Shocker. He’d found the Batcave, he found the relics, and he’s still going to go down to snoop around later. He frowning up at the adult, before his clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth
“I can’t exactly fit in the Batman suit, can I? So I took what works, seriously, this needs some upgrades. It’s so retro.”
The kid basically stole it from it’s casing. Oops.
“Look gramps, how about you don’t tell me what to do, and we’ll call it even.”
So much for manners.
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too many bats || @rxdstained
Jason comes into Gotham on the I-55, his head WHIRLING with questions. He’d seen on the news that Bruce Wayne had taken in another son. Bruce was supposed to have GIVEN UP that life, after the multitude of ROBINS the man had adopted and indoctrinated into the crime fighting business. As his FIRST ward, Jason had set a path for the rest to follow, so now this young “Terry” is just as much JASON’S responsibility as BRUCE’S.
Neo-Gotham is definitely N O T the original Gotham Jason remembers, but it’s still somehow familiar.
Parking on the front lawn, Jason STORMS into Wayne Manor. Without Alfred to keep it up anymore, most of the rooms are cold and dark, furniture covered in white sheets.
“Bruce! What the fuck is this about another kid? Didn’t you learn anything with the demon brat?”
Terry didn’t want to be taken in, he wanted his parents back, he wanted his mom, his dad, and what could have been his little sibling. But he lost that, he lost all of that in a similar way that Bruce did. Bruce, who turned out to be his actual father. His mind was still a mess from finding that out. A woman, Amanda, telling Bruce the whole story, with Terry overhearing it. How in a way, he was just one of Cadmus’ projects. That’s when he walked away, and hid in one of the rooms. He’s gotten better since then, slowly accepting his new reality.
Like by stealing the Robin suit when the old man wasn’t looking, Ooh! Someone’s here? He glanced down from where he was perched, before sliding down the dusty railing. At least he hadn’t tried to jump, or throw something. Terry was being polite, as he hopped down, glancing up at the stranger. Someone seems grumpy.
“You’re gonna wake the dead if you keep yelling! Bruce is sleepin’--”
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Anonymous asked:
How long did you have feelings for Terry?
Accepting All Day || MUSE IS UNDER TRUTH SERUM FOR ONE HOUR. ASK ME ANYTHING. NOTHING IS OFF LIMITS AND EVERYTHING MUST BE ANSWERED. GO!
@rxdstained
“Ah, well, our relationship started around nine month ago I believe, so less than that considering I was tentative at first. However I don’t believe I could give you a date even if I tried considering they slowly accumulated over time.”
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“Yeah it seems that way, huh.” Thad shrugged his shoulders. The only times he had gone back to the future were purposes that required him to be holed up in a laboratory, so he couldn’t say for certain what laid outside, but from just that he was sure the 31st Century was just as invested in technology as Terry made his century sound. At the teasing question the blonde snorted and shoved Terry playfully with one hand. “Funny. I just thought this would be nice and different. Y’know?”
Truthfully, Terry didn’t go to the beach often, and if he did it was due to his family dragging him along. He wasn’t too impressed, preferring his V.R. games or sports over it. Well, currently, the young bat was starting to think he had been wrong to dismiss the beach so quickly. Terry found himself leaning on the speedster just a tab, that’s how relaxed his was. Man, it had been awhile since he felt at ease. “It is, and I like it--” he chuckled, “... I’m not gonna get sunburn am I?”
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There’s a pleased chuckled at Terry’s words. They were rather soothing after all this time of stiff unsureness between them. Or maybe that was just in Thad’s head? “I- I suppose I haven’t.” He admitted before a smile of his crept onto his lips, “You’re right. It is nice to actually say it.”
Terry felt himself relaxing, he hadn’t even realized that he was tense. Maybe because it was nice to have... confirmation(?) that they felt the same way? Well, either way, He couldn’t help the grin. “You know I--- wanted to ask you, but I wasn’t sure if it’s be schway of me to. Or maybe you might not like it,” the young bat admitted. “But, I’m glad, seriously, I am,” Terry chuckled
i would pay for someone to bug terry about the fact that he’s dating thad