▒ SPEEDY IS DEAD ...

indie YJ Arsenal

[nxthingtoprove-blog]

               “ Speedy died eight years ago…                   But I kind of like the sound of                                                                                    Arsenal. ”

[bowstobombs]

WHERE YALL’ AT YOUNG JUSTICE/ DJ UNIVERSE CAUSE THIS INDIE.SEMI SELECTIVE YJ ARSENAL IS COMING TF BACK TO LIFE! i need new icons

[riddlesregime-ops]

Memes

☹ My muse is visiting your muse on their death bed

♫ A drabble about our muses inspired by the next song that comes on shuffle

☻ A drabble of our muses on their wedding day

☺ my muse trying to piss yours off

ت our muses running into each other after not seeing each other for several years

ヅ for a situation that got both our muses arrested

シ my muse walks in on your naked

Ü your muse walks in on my muse naked

ϡ a goodbye letter from my muse to yours

♥ you muse suprises my muse with a kiss

۵ my muse kisses yours to shut them up

ღ a forehead kiss from my muse

웃 my muse torturing yours for information

유 my muse trying to seduce information from your muse

♈ a holiday drabble featuring our muses

♉ our muses are together when they get ambushed

≑ my muse wakes up in your muse’s body

?  my muse will ask your muse a question they always wanted to ask

+ my muse has died and your muse is included in their will

◈ my muse’s reaction to finding your muse beaten and bruised

♊ my muse will do something stupid to impress your muse

✃ your muse visiting mine in the psych ward

♋ my muse visiting yours in the psych ward

❅ my muse rescues yours

✪ my muse seeing the ghost of your muse

● my muse’s turn offs

○ my muse’s turn ons

△ our muse’s get in a playful wrestling match

⍢ my muse gives yours a hickey

✧ our muses having dinner together

☎ my muse drunk dials your muse

✈ our muses on a flight together

☼ my muse giving yours a massage

♡ my muse flirts with your mue

☣ your muse visiting my muse in prison

♌ your muse visiting mine in prison

X my muse doesn’t remember anything from the night before. They have blood on their hands, and your muse is beaten at their feet.

☁ our muses are trapped in a fire together

〰 our muses are at the beach together

❢ my muse has lost their memory, and at the sight of your muse starts to remember things

✑ my muses daily routine

❂ a new years eve memory from my muse

✬ our muses share a new years eve kiss

✆ your muses name, ringtone, and icon in the muse’s phone

◙ a christmas gift from my muse

♍ a sexual story from my muse

₩ our muses are caught in a thunder storm together

❊  a regret my muse has about your muse

♎ your muse tracing one of my muse’s scars

♏ my muse tracing a scar of your muse’s

♐ my muse hearing your muse scream

♑ our muses go out for coffee together

♒ my muse visit’s your muse’s grave

♓ my muse injures your muse

✄ your muse injures my muse

☩ a dream my muse has about your muse

☨ my muse searching for your muse

☦ my muse trying to cheer up your muse

✞ my muse taking care of a your muse while their sick

✛ my muse trying to calm your muse down

✜ my muse trying to get your muse to recover from amnesia

✝ a confession from my muse to yours

✙ our muses shopping together

✠ our muses watching the stars together

« a past memory with our muses

» a daydream my muse has about yours

✐ a mistletoe kiss

✎ our muses going to a costume ball together

✏ our muses are evil and out reaking havoc together

♔ a kiss on the cheek

♕ a kiss on the palms

♖ a kiss on the back of the hand

♗ a kiss on the nose

♘ a kiss on the eyelids

♙ a kiss on a bruise

[midnighteer-deactivated20170630]

[arsenalandarsenic-blog]

shagonx:

Oh god..

[symbiiose-blog]

♒ we stand ready ♒

[impressedthem-moved-blog]

     ❝ I’ve spent the last few months doing nothing but, I’ve got NOTHING TO PROVE.                                                 ——– I’m ONE OF A KIND.  ❞      ( prev. @nxthingtoprove )

[bowstobombs]

                                   ❝ It's a curse, isn't it.                                    Having me for a mentor.

                                Speedy, Red Arrow... Artemis.

                                   The three of you all poster children                                    of the Stay away from Green Arrow club ❞

[you-ng-at-heart]

Like or Reblog if you are an RPer in the Young Justice fandom.

( show or comics. It will help keep up with who is still active. )

[impressedthem-moved-blog]

             She’s a   MESS   of conflicting emotions that seem to hit her in   WAVES… Sometimes, for a hour or two Artemis can   ALMOST   convince herself that she’s   fine… Sometimes, she’ll   forget — there’s a period of bliss   followed by a hurt so deep that she can barely get out of bed or off the couch… And in her sleep , she relives the whole debacle over and over again…

             Roy doesn’t exactly   QUIET   her grief , though somehow his presence helps to make it more bearable… Eyes peel open , staring down at intertwined fingers as if they were a puzzle she was trying to solve… Still , not even   THIS   can remain remotely   SIMPLE—    GUILT   punches her in the abdomen , causing a sickly , nauseated feeling    (   her punishment for   liking   the physical contact   )   and she’s so distracted with dealing with…   EVERYTHING   that they almost miss their stop… 

              Moving away from him quickly   (   and doing her best to pretend that none of that had happened   )   Artemis will quickly exit the subway car , trusting that he was going to follow without her having to look over her shoulder… And the awkward silence will persist as she leads the way back to her apartment , maneuvering through alleyways , hopping on the fire escape , pushing open her window and climbing inside… 

[bowstobombs]

He starts to look a little more like his old self ... almost like Nightwing when the brooding seems to settle. It had started the second he paced out the train cart - while his hand paced for hers , but didn’t have the courage to relink. or the strength. Half of Roy’s balls where ripped off and left in that murky subway station, along with a fraction of his dignity. The first time he’s allowed himself the slightest invulnerability - and Artemis happens to completely disregard it; Neglecting the situation for the whole walk - or chase - to her apartment.

Finally - He extends the hand again, stopping her as he steps in from the window. He intends to question her. Scold her even - but the only initiative he can take  is the one where he leans in for a more intimate form of physical contact.

[impressedthem-moved-blog]

             If she had some sort of response , it’s forgotten entirely when he plops down beside her   —   even the most    CASUAL   of touches causes two simultaneous yet   CONFLICTING   urges ;   part of her wanted to   move away ,  break contact entirely …   the other wanted to   move closer ,  lay her head on his shoulder , arms brushing as well… 

              It’s   CONFUSING   (   not so much the   moving away urge , it was that second one that   REALLY   had her stumped   )   and it’s her confusion that keeps her rooted in her current position… Unable to properly decide on one move or the other , staying put remains her best option…. Until he speaks again ,  voicing that concern she’d convinced herself that he   didn’t have   for her in such a straightforward way   —   there was no   witty remark   to mask his meaning , no   JOKE… It’s just   sincere… 

              And that’s what makes up her mind , that’s what prompts the movement , her subtle shift in   his direction  ,  her head finding it’s way onto his shoulder. Movements seemed almost   involuntary ,  as if she were on   AUTO-PILOT. The overthinking of the situation doesn’t fully kick in until   AFTER   she’s already moved , eye squeeze shut as if   THAT   could quiet the stampede of thoughts charging around in her head… 

[bowstobombs]

The sudden rest on his shoulder catch him off guard - so much that he jumps just a little - but sinks back in comfort seconds later. The warmth thawing out the rest of his heart from that Lex Corp pod. So much, that he extends a synthetic hand - slowly intertwining his fingers with hers.

 He couldn’t feel her for sure this time. His technological limb offered tons of advantages, except that of physical contact. He tightens his grip a little - subconsciously of course - in an attempt to feel her skin and knuckles past the metal prosthetic. But he only feels her spirit instead.

  ❝ …❞

[managone]

      ❝——well.. I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to know.❞ brows furrowed a bit, arms folded over her chest. His wandering gaze didn’t go unnoticed, nor did that lingering smirk, and Gwen had to admit she was a little uncomfortable; but she played it off pretty well.  ❝Oh. I’m sorry, how did you lose it? Does it hurt?❞ emerald eyes trailed from his arm he put on display to his face, blinking curiously, and back again. Too bad Kevin wasn’t here, he’d probably know what kind of tech it was.  

                          ❝Looks expensive.❞

[bowstobombs]

Roy scoffs into a short laugh, Before finally following the uneasily shifting body back to her visage. 

        ❝ Oh, no - Don’t apologize , It was a blessing.❞ His tone is pleased yet dismissive. The loss of his arm (along with eight years of his life) wasn’t  too big of a blessing. But the reparations - this cybernetic weapon of an arm - was the exact means of self-reclamation that he needed, and the girls curious, invasive queries reminded him of all that. of Lex Luthor kidnapping him right under his mentors nose. Amputating his limb. Cloning him. Keeping him frozen in a pod for a whole eight years. Evidently, the traumatic remnants of it all still linger at the back of Roy’s head. But he’s been trying to better himself since his recent encounters with a certain woman. Even if Artemis wasn’t around to witness his - improvement. So when the pretty-faced stranger continues to press for details - His eyebrows furrow, and his pit churns uneasily - But he forces himself to dismisses the darkness with the release of his clenched fist, and a snarky comment;

       ❝ Expensive enough to impress you ? ❞ just like that, his smirk returns, and his demons dissipate.

[impressedthem-moved-blog]

              REGRET   hits almost as soon as she’s made the comment , some things   should   be   OFF-LIMITS   for teasing remarks ; for him , the abduction , for her , the loss of her long-time boyfriend… The urge to   APOLOGIZE   is strong , and yet , she says   nothing… Hopes that he already knows she hadn’t intended to rub   SALT   in his wounds… 

               “ Well , we’re both technically   DEAD   so I’d call us   square   on the   ‘   being broke   ’   front. ” Though , she’ll shrug off his suggestions , the idea of   STEALING   isn’t overly appealing   —   it takes her back, for a moment or two… Back when Icicle Jr was still going by   Cameron   , and her dad worked with his dad… Missing mothers and neglectful fathers , Cam would do the distraction , she’d do the grab and run…   They hadn’t exactly been   street kids   but sometimes stealing was necessary with fathers like Crusher and Icicle Senior…

                She   HATES   the shift , hates feeling like she’d been kicked repeatedly in the gut   —   the whole reason she’d sought him out in the first place was to feel   NORMAL   again , and it was   SHORT-LIVED   to say the least… A nod , tense silence blanketing the pair as she positions her bag more securely on her shoulder and starts walking , heading for the nearest subway entrance. The silence persists as she expertly navigates   (   there isn’t a tremendous amount of people out right then, so she’s able to maneuver rather easily   )   them through turnstiles and onto a train, before flopping down in a seat near the back. “ You really do need to eat some of the damn food people keep shoving at me. I think my dog might explode if I keep giving it to him… ”

[bowstobombs]

❝ You don’t got to ask me twice ❞ He grins at her offer as he hesitates on what seat to take. The train cart is nearly just as abandoned as Bludhaven’s streets, but wether the seat across Artemis, or beside her is more appealing still has the boy under quick reconsideration.

It’s even a surprise to himself when he plops beside the girl, ever-so casually, The outside of his upper-leg rubbing against hers. Roy might deny it - even to himself - but the contact seems to warm him even through the denim that kept them apart. A warmth he doesn’t remember feeling through eight years of being frozen. A warmth he’s not sure he’s willing to remember. 

❝ You really should eat something though ...❞ He intends to mask his concern with something witty, but doesn’t bother this time.

The locomotives technology rumbles as it rails to and from stops across the city, eventually leading into its neighbor, Gotham. Roy wasn’t too unfamiliar with the city. A couple drug-runs, and bar nights was the most memory he had for the darker metropolis. Nothing too fond.

[managone]

@bowstobombs || STARTER

      ❝What happened to your arm?❞ she knew she should reel her curious nature back by ten thousand but Gwen had the bad habit of saying whatever was on her mind; this time she was concentrated on the prosthetic he sported and became intrigued. It looked like alien tech. ❝I mean if you don’t mind me asking.❞ 

[bowstobombs]

         ❝ Wouldn’t you like to know.❞  He smirks at the red-headed stranger before him. Leaning up his mechanical arm up against the wall beside him, as if to put it on display - instead of support him. His eye’s swift up and down her anatomy - Roy’s short interest is piqued at the pretty face and lean figure. 

         ❝ Lost it. .❞  He answers shortly , without pulling his gaze back up to meet hers - his sly smirk still completely intact. 

[nxthingtoprove-blog]

               “ Speedy died eight years ago…                   But I kind of like the sound of                                                                                    Arsenal. ”

[impressedthem-moved-blog]

               Lips part, expression on her face stately rather clearly that she intended to   ARGUE   with him about that   —      UNDERCOVER   or   not   she’d done plenty of bad shit for the   GREATER GOOD   (   including, but not limited to   BLOWING UP THE CAVE   and   kidnapping kids for the Reach to play with   ). She doesn’t exactly have a lot of room to talk…   “ Former double agent. ”

                Eyebrow raises , crossbow is shoved back into the bag she carries   (   her Tigress suit is in there as well , though she can’t bring herself to don it    OR   the green one from the   good ol’ days…   ) and she’ll let out a   SCOFF ;    “ You’ve been out of commission too long, Harper. You’ve forgotten that the   GUY   is supposed to do the paying   —   you’re just lucky that I don’t give a shit about societies gender roles. ”   Tongue clicks against the roof of her mouth as she considers the options… 

                “ You do realize I’m pretty broke though, right ?? Got food at my place though , if you’re actually interested… Apparently that’s what people are supposed to do when someone —  ”   DIES   —   mouth goes dry , throat threatens to close up before it allows   that word   to pass her lips. Artemis has firmly cemented herself in the   DENIAL / ANGER   stages of   GRIEF.   

[bowstobombs]

“Yeah -” She mustn’t meant it too harshly , but he can’t help feel his pit churn at her comment. and He can’t help his blunt nature either; immediately exposing the effect. “-EIGHT years too long.” - He lets the disruption flow, the loss of his arm, his abduction - it all resurfaces for a second, before he swallows it away with a spit take. For some reason, He’s internally promised he wouldn’t let himself rot in the resistance. That he will prove Ollie, Lex , Nightwing, and even HIMSELF wrong, for the greater good ... of some sorts.

“-Plus, Im just as broke, If not broker” He laughs at himself , Breaking out of his kidnappings ice, for the second time. “We could always hit up our local supermarket -- or A dine and dash wouldn’t be too hard for two juniors” He laughs again at his sarcasm. As if he’d ever consider himself a Justice League Junior. That ship sailed months ago, and he’s grown to be grateful for it. Nothing would be worse then being at the patriotic , polluted hand of America’s greatest heroes .

Roy quiets at her sudden silence ... unsure of how to deal with the unexpected shift. She was mourning the loss of a part of herself ... and Roy was sick of mourning his losses. “Your place it is” He breaks, turning to walk towards the sidewalk, from the alley.

[bowstobombs]

OTHER REPLACEMENT

               “ Oh yeah, must be really hard to keep up with the   CRAZY ROBOT ARM.  That thing   AUTOMATICALLY AIM   for you too, or does it still require a   SMALL   amount of   skill ?? ” Another jab, as she leaps over the railing, landing softly beside him. 

               Of course, she’s a   LITTLE BOTHERED   by the mayhem he’d caused   (   surely, at least one of those thugs were now   deceased   )   but she’s seen worst thing happen to better people, seen   innocent children   tortured at the hands of the Reach in an attempt to coax out superpowers… Maybe that has affected her sense of morality slightly   (   maybe Wally’s death has just made her   APATHETIC   ). But she doesn’t dwell on it long, attention pulled to one of the thugs in her netting who was struggling, spewing profanities… A swift kick puts an   END   to that   (   and helps her feel   so much better   )   profanities replaced by pained groaning before she turns to Roy again. 

                “ Did you have to   BARBECUE   them ??  You’re terrible, no wonder you got kicked off the team. ” Eyebrow raised, smirk resting on her features as her hands move to her hips again. “ Well, I feel better… Now, do we find more   TROUBLE   or get something to   eat ?? So many choices… ” With her need to hit/kick something sated for the time being, Artemis is able to realize that she’s also rather   hungry…    ( when had she eaten last ?? )

“Awesome isn’t it?” He raises his machine hand and examines it in almost sarcastic awe, opening and closing his hands to flex the metal muscles. Roy taps a switch and the missile launcher configures its way out the prosthetic arm. He aims them at the scurrying foes who remain struggling at the floor - teasingly, as if to show off another of his technological capabilities at her complain.

“Says the double agent -” The man at the other end of his missile launcher panics, he begins to pant and plead in desperation. The act of rational fear serves for some sort of  sick entertainment to Roy, he smirk widens to a short laugh - as if to answer Artemis’ initial question.

He lets the tense fear settle in, before the launcher retracts on command. The gingers chuckle returns - Before her next suggestion catches his attention. “I could use some grub -” He considers places he could shoplift the two a meal from ... but with his shitty memory he wouldn’t be able to cook any groceries - stolen or purchased.

“-On you?”

[dont-look-backk]

I want to make her feel safe and I want her to know that she always has someone to run to no matter how hard things get.

She is so lovely (via dont-look-backk)