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OOC

{{Ive been AWOL. Between my job, maintaining my other blogs and having a social life, I haven't really been feeling rp. But I'm back and I'll be working on replies tonight probably}}

#ooc #the mun speaks

callmemaps:

Maps wasted no time in digging out her water bottle and drinking greedily from it, hiking sure was thirsty work. Having sated her thirst she took a moment to glance around at the place they had stopped, up until now she’d been too tired to really pay much attention to the surroundings, but now that she actually looked it was really pretty here.

The setting sun cast a reddish glow through the trees and onto the ground, mixed with the quiet sounds of crickets chirping it seemed almost magical in a way. “Amazing…” she whispered, for once in her life talking quietly without having to be told. Glancing up at the tree Damian had climbed, she found herself wondering what the view was like up there, was it as amazing as on the ground.

“Psst, Damian, see anything?”

Damian was rendered breathless, and not because he just climbed a twenty foot tree—that was just childs play. The fourteen year old had never seen such a sky— casted in a spectrum of colors and wispy clouds as the sun sank behind the purple shadowed mountains. It was almost something out of a painting, and although this didn’t help him see where they were going, Damian couldn’t help but appreciate the view.

From the branch he balanced on, he could see the spread of trees that went for miles and miles, until it bent over a hill. From up here, the air seemed clean and unsullied. He closed his eyes and took a deep slow breath.

“No, nothing.” He called down through the swaying leaves. Sparing one last glance at the scenic forest scape, he descended back into the leaves of the oak, skillfully swinging his body down limb to limb. He could see the top of Maps head as he curled his hands around a branch, struggling to find his footing on the limb below him. She looked dazed, staring up with wander.

“Hey, what are you-“ Without warning, the branch he hung from snapped under his weight and Damian fell, belly first.

The first branch he hit knocked the wind from his lungs, and the second gave him a bruise on his shin that would take three weeks to disappear. He landed hard, on the flat of his back with a dry wheeze.

#((pfffffffffft))#((HE FELL OUT OF THE FUCKING TREE omg))#replies #callmemaps #v3: gotham academy

callmemaps:

“Hmmph, well you lack the people skills to be a teacher. You have brother’s right? Maybe I should ask them. They’d probably be better teachers anyway.“

“I don’t have any brothers. Adoption papers hardly make them my family.

Besides what little they can teach you

will make you a mediocre fighter at best.”

#((savage damian))#((look ash im finally getting around to replies))#callmemaps #mia #replies

chillona-deactivated20200528

*when you follow and talk to ppl for months and don't know their damn name*

damianwaye

Put your name in the tags.

#{{ooc}}#meg

callmemaps:

“I wonder why the first two Robin’s didn’t wear pants?”

“The old Robins were ostentatious. Fighting in underwear, {{tt}}, no wonder the second Robin was so easy to kill.”

#replies #callmemaps

rhiannonbye:

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

#[meme;#ask wisely

psa — if we’re mutuals, this gives you unsaid permission to attack my inbox whenever you want, as much as you want, with whatever you want. want to spam me with memes? break your ask limit. want to send me random messages? break your ask limit. want to leave me love? break your ask limit. anything. everything. it doesn’t matter what time of day or night, even if i’m not around, you are always welcome. you always have permission. i mean it.

#psa

callmemaps:

damianwaye

“Oh my gosh, that was so cool! You have to show me how to do that!”

“Me teach you how to fight? It takes skills, and perseverance—things you clearly lack.”

#(((harsh))#replies #mia #callmemaps

emperorofarkham

REBLOG THIS IF YOU ARE A DC ROLEPLAYING BLOG SO I CAN FOLLOW YOU

#ooc

terushimasyuuji

Legacies ⇢ Robin

terushimasyuuji

And Batman needs a Robin. No matter what he think he wants.

#{{self}}

callmemaps:

“We can’t stop for just five minutes?” Maps inwardly cringed at how whiny her voiced sounded, she was tired and so though so she couldn’t really help it. Wait, had he said something about a flashlight? “I have a flashlight!” Kneeling down she swung her backpack off her shoulders and began digging through it, “Let’s see…no that’s not it…that’s not it either…aha here it is. ” She proudly held up the object in question.

“See, I never leave home without it, now we don’t have to worry about the dark!” And to think her brother had once teased for always carrying around a flashlight and rope, she couldn’t wait to tell him how it had come in handy.

His first reaction was to disparage her. Why would she just carry around a flashlight? Did she always find herself in situations where one was needed? Of course she did. She was Maps. However, the insults died on his tongue. For once, Map’s peculiarity had come in handy.

“Five minutes.” He declared, with a huff. And he meant five minutes. Any longer, and they wouldn’t make it back by sun down. He would carry her back if he had to. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to. He took the flashlight from Maps hands and gestured to a large mossy tree stump. “Rest. Drink water, do whatever. You’re not taking another break after this.”

Damian shed his backpack and let it fall to the under growth. He trudged to a tree, took hold of a branch and looked over to Maps. “Stay here. I’m going to climb this tree to get a higher vantage point.” He leapt up and used his strength to haul his body up on to the branch.

#replies #v3: gotham academy

“the mun is a weak and ill individual. It would be easier for the both of us if I just put her out of her misery.”

#((damian no don't do that but honestly i wouldn't mind this cold is kicking my ass. but owe starters and replies so))#((aint no rest for the wrecked tbh))#the mun speaks

"I’m having a really bad time with ghosts today. They just don’t seem to like me."

“What is it with you and ghosts?”

#answered #callmemaps

gothamslittlerayofhope

Damian was out of breath and out of patience, which he really hadn’t had in the first place. His left shoulder ached substantially, along with his left cheek, and his fingers that were rigidly curled into fists were beginning to lose feeling. So she had landed a few good hits, nothing to discourage him, or knock him down, but certainly enough to spark a light rage that ground his teeth—a guttural growl vibrating from his throat.

Damian bounced frivolously on the balls of his feet, repositioned his fists and narrowed his eyes at Stephanie, visibly disgruntled. I won’t lose. He had chanted over and over again in his head.

“Not bad, Batgirl.” A bead of sweat rolled down the side of Damian’s temple. “But I don’t intend to lose, especially to you.” The young Wayne lunged at his opponent, anger saturating the small battle cry that fell from his tongue as he threw his fist forward.

#((sparring is the best i can come up with. im not very creative right now honestly.))#starter #gothamslittlerayofhope