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ARCHIVED AND MOVED.
i needed a refresh, so i moved. this post will be reblogged a few times.
i will be unfollowing everyone here bc this blog is now inactive. if i don't follow you first or follow back immediately, please don't take it personally. i'm just trying not to be flagged at a bot.
u can find the boy here.
remaking this blog and will be up soon xoxo
sometimes i remember he was only about 8/9 when he found his mother dead then lived on the streets and met bruce at 11 and became robin at 12 then died at 15.
this boy never had a childhood.
i will be slow (surprise, surprise) for the next few days. i injured my arm at work and while i can still work, i can't do what i used to / am used to and it's just. really taken a toll on my mental state.
that being said, i haven't really been able to focus much and while i'll be around, it will be slower. mwah happy holidays to those who celebrate.
mri is being scheduled but still in pain, still want to rip my hair out lmao but that's the update
little update. the mri place didn't send over my scans so i have to wait another week. same restrictions. i'm not very happy and it's all a big bummer, but we're getting there.
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐊𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌
Demon This isn’t an evil result — it’s a deep one. Demons in folklore represent the parts of ourselves we’re taught to fear: ambition, drive, desire, and the power to destroy what hurts us. Your ancestry points to a personality that has confronted darkness — trauma, anger, betrayal — and learned how to transform it into strength. You’re magnetic, intense, and deeply human, often carrying fire in your chest that others don’t know how to hold. The demon in your blood means you are not afraid to look your shadows in the eye, even when they look back.
tagged by: @identimfied (how could u) tagging: whoever wants to !
"came back wrong" sure yeah that's cool i guess "came back suicidal" now you're talking
came back imprisoned by obligation to bear responsibility for the love and grief that others feel for you. came back painfully aware of the horror of existence. came back to a life you cannot bear to live anymore, to a body you cannot bear to call yours.
i will be remaking soon i currently hate it here.
𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐊 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 from behind his glass the moment jason relented to his offer. oh tonight was going to be fun. lowering the flute , tim's eyes scanned over the crowds with a thoughtful hum , figuring out if he wanted to cash in his favor tonight for the remainder of the gala or have it in his pocket. the moment he spotted someone in the crowd he had his answer. “ you know mrs. riverwood ? sweet old lady who goes out of her way to pinch all of our cheeks when we're young ? she's been trying to introduce me to one of her grandkids in that kind of manor. keep her away from me for the full night and i'll get you whatever your heart desires from the bar. sound like a deal ? ”
mrs. riverwood... a lady that doesn't like the word no. also not afraid to pinch more than just a cheek nowadays. the glare that jason sends tim's way — if looks could kill, he's be dead several times over. however, the drinks come back into mind and jason is closing his eyes to compose himself, taking his deepest breath of the night. " fine, but you'd better get me more than one. she's gonna try to introduce me to 'em and i'm not about to find myself in that family. " with that, jason is taking tim's glass from his hand to down it for himself. a little price to pay for shit. " if you don't hold up your end, i'm makin' your days hell again. "
@identimfied cont.
a long night out, bruce having returned tyler afterwards — it was time to sleep. everything had been taken care of ; food, laundry, bath time. nothing needed to be done and well, tyler was passed out anyway. so, jason took that as his own cue to crash and he did. the next time he opens his eyes, however, is later in the evening and he's cursing himself for it. yes, tyler is more than capable of handling himself for about an hour or two, but that doesn't mean jason wants him to. tyler is just a fucking kid and jason has taken on this role as a... parent. he has a responsibility.
that being said ... where was he .... shit.
grabbing his phone to make a call, he sees the messages. they're a relief and yet... not. jason wasn't aware he'd left and that's a bigger issue here. he could've gotten himself into trouble and he wouldn't have know. he could've gotten lost. there's a list of things. fingers shake as they answer.
[ MSG: TIMMY TURNER ] SEND: oh my way.
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tyler watches the phone screen for a moment then looks back up at tim, the same bright grin on his face and giggling. " i came all by myself! jason needed sleep. he didn't even wake up once. big sleepy head. we go fishing! "
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thank you, my darling. big kisses to u mwahmwah
@identimfied : “I’m not sick! I’m fine!”
he doesn't believe him. not in the slightest. as jason half-jokingly stated before, a fucking cough could take him out in an instant. unfortunately for tim, as much as he wants to leave him here to suffer ... he can't. too much worry in the back of his mind. at the end up the day, tim is still his brother and he'd still go an extra mile if he had to. albeit, rare, but there are instances.
" yeah? then go see alfred. look the old man in the eyes and tell him the same shit. " a brief pause, not long enough to let him answer. " ya can't. can't even leave the fuckin' house. " muttering as he moves, jason is grabbing what he can find in form of ingredients — not like there's a lot to choose from in this place. as rich as tim is, there's barely any shit in here. " tea's about t' be the nastiest shit you've had, but it'll help. "
her jaw clenches as he moves away from her, teeth gritting as she fights the urge to argue with him. she knows better; the two of them have always been evenly matched in one area: stubbornness. clearly, that still hasn't changed. she watches him slowly pour the first drink, his hand trembling ever so slightly before he sets it back down.
" i know you can do it yourself. " and it's true. as much as she wants to make a fuss, she knows that he's more than capable of taking care of himself, even in his current condition. " i know you can, but you don't have to. " she doesn't wait for his response before she's moving, gently taking the jug from him as she pours the other drink. she puts the jug back in the fridge and grabs one of the drinks before heading back to the couch. " are you joining me or not? "
but you don't have to. it's the only warning he gets and he watches her. gaze never leaving the side of her face until she's walking away — only then is he looking down at the glass on the counter. there's hesitation in the way he moves now, a slow reach to pick up the glass before slowly making his way towards the couch. he sets his cup on the end table before he lowers himself down, a space between them as he hugs the corner of the couch.
" i want to. otherwise, i'll get fuckin' used to it. " jason's tone doesn't raise, there's no spit behind it either. a simple statement as he's taking a sip from his glass. " are you planning to stay all night? "
@haunttings : “Nah, it’s not that bad. I’ve had worse.” (murphy)
if there's one thing that jason knows how to do, it's patch a wound. far too many times has he been the one on the receiving end of one because of his own protectiveness. that hasn't changed even after being exiled with the man in front of him. who, by the way, isn't looking so hot anymore. not that he did before. no — shut up.
fingers press around the wound, gaze avoiding murphy's as he tries to examine what needs to be done. it's not the worst, but it's definitely not as good as he's making it out to be. " i'm sure you have, " he mutters under his breath before turning to grab whatever was left in his bag, ripping a shirt and soaking it in what clean water they had. moving closer, jason gently nudges murphy's chest in a motion to lay down as he straddles his leg for easier work, fingers poking at his side while he waits for one of two things: compliance or resistance. this is definitely just to make it easier. " we're runnin' low on supplies. i can try to find a camp in the morning. "
the lights flicker. murphy blinks, eyes land on jason. it's horrible what this place was made for but even after seeing what jason has gone through murphy still doesn't regret his choice to leave him behind. he won't apologize for surviving or the things he did to do it. but isn't ignoring and hating him right now because of a little betrayal like leaving someone for mountain men --- okay he see's the problem.
the problem is he just doesn't know how to go against every instinct he has to survive and he doesn't know if he would want to. his dad died so he could live and his mother drunk herself to death because of it. he doesn't know how to stop fighting for himself because if he did then it would all be for nothing. plus, while jason was dealing with this lovely little underground torture chamber they got here he walked through a desert, had people blow up on him and was trapped in a lighthouse for months.
so there. they both lost.
he can tell he's being pathetic because he's just sitting in the corner with the stench of yearning to be accepted and wanted radiating off him while he stares at the guy that clearly not accepting nor wanting him. he goes over to him anyway. good thing he does because murphy catches him right before he falls flat on his face. he remembers his arms doing this so easily all those nights under the stars when it was just the two of them.
oh.
the lights flicker again.
he laughs easily like there isn't something dead and rotten inside of him. it was probably there before they landed on earth. it was probably there since birth.
he doesn't let go of him. he actually tightens his grip and pulls him closer so he doesn't fall to the ground. you're welcome. " yeah, no. look -- i hate this as much as you do. probably more. you're heavy as shit but you can barely stand up so let good 'ol murphy help you to somewhere more comfortable to pass out on then i'll fuck off, alright ? no funny business. "
as soon as he's upright, the nausea begins to set in again. oh, that's why he sat down earlier. too much noise and not enough focus made him forget a lot of things in the past couple of hours. murphy's presence is enough to keep him grounded, knowing good and well he wouldn't be hallucinating this ... or would he? he's not even sure at this point and honestly couldn't care less. with an arm draped over the other's shoulder, jason trying to find more of his footing but the more pressure he adds to one leg, the more it hurts. fuck, this is gonna be a bitch.
" no funny business... " jason musters a soft snort, fingers curling into murphy's shirt to keep himself steadier. he knows he looks like a downright mess. pale, weak, blood everywhere. one would probably think he was dead. maybe he did. " gonna drop me off with 'em? let 'em finish me off so yous can get some satisfaction outta it? wouldn't surprise me. probably better off anyway — " a cough racks through his system, a wheeze as he tries to catch his breath and tastes the blood in his mouth.
" they're experimenting. usin' our blood for their people. thought it was... weird, but... thought i could help. transfusions aren't that bad, right? turns out it's killin' us. we've lost two already. " his tone is bitter and regretful, shaking as is his lip before he's sucking in another breath to compose himself. " they started on bone marrow. in here waitin' on my second go. "
there's a part of her that hates it ; hates hearing about him being hurt, and hates knowing that they've both been through the worst. but like he says: it's the reality of the situation. for both of them, really, whether she likes it or not. and so she lets out a sigh as she pushes herself off the couch, crossing the room towards the kitchen.
" you're right, " she starts, coming to a stop beside him. a hand gently touches his arm. " i would have pushed my way in. so since i'm already here, why not let me help you? "
he hears her feet hit the floor and the muscles in his shoulders tease. she's coming over. to see him up close, to lend a hand ... to get in his way. it's not how he likes to think. he knows she's just trying to help, but he can do it himself. he's fine. he shuts the fridge door after grabbing the orange jug, deciding for the two of them and making his way to the counter. a few steps and out from under her touch.
" i can do it myself. the remote's under the couch if y' want the television. also a computer in the other room. " fingers grip the bottle's neck and he lifts, slowly pouring it into one glass before he has to set it back down again.
" hey, you shouldn't be getting up. " concern drips from every word as she watches him get up, brows furrowed as she tries to stop him from going, but fails to interrupt his path in time.
she lets his words hang in the silence between them for a while. it's not a question, but a statement. he knows perfectly well how she got there, and she knows it, too. she allows herself to sit down on the couch where he had just been resting, letting out a heavy sigh. " would you have let me in yourself? " she asks, but she knows the answer. " i worry about you whether you like it or not. "
" yous can worry all you want. not gonna stop ya. " arm raises as he reaches for a cup, pausing to hook another finger around a second glass to bring down both. " been doin' this a lot longer than ya think. had a lotta closer calls than this. " jason takes a slow deep breath, letting it out even slower as it hurts, then he's moving to the fridge.
" one time my leg had to be in a cast. wouldn't have liked that too much either. just... somethin' ya need to deal with. " door opens and the cool air soothes the heat of his body, another sigh but this time in relief. " and for the record, yes. i would'a let ya in. would've pushed your way in anyway. " a pause. " milk or sunny d? "
@stolenparticles : “you almost died.”
death cradles him like a lover, gentle and close. he buries himself into the palms of it, knowing that it could take him at any moment again.
the patched hole in his shoulder causes him to wince as he moves, holding his arm as he pulls himself upright and around. cassie's concern echoes through his empty apartment and he's not giving her a glance while he slides the slippers onto his feet and stands. the bruised ribs make themselves known yet again. " but i didn't. bruce is already up my ass and so is dick. i don't need it from you too. " he stifles a grunt as he walks towards the kitchen, a slow pace and rests against the counter when he stops. " i didn't give you a key. "
