detectivebird

//Independent Tim Drake/Red Robin RP blog. My ask is always open. M!A: None. Arc: Amnesia Do not follow me if your blog has autoplay.

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I understood myself only after I destroyed myself. And only in the process of fixing myself, did I know who I really was.

Sade Andria Zabala (via aintyourpuddin)

[batcowmaster]

detectivebird

Damian didn’t look up as Tim sat down at the table with him. How could he? He may be angrily eating a delicious chocolate chip cookie made by Alfred, but he had a bunch of important papers in his hands that required his attention. Papers that could spell his ultimate doom. 

“Tt, Drake. Can’t you see when people are busy? If you’re going to ask me some ridiculous question about my future I am not in the mood to answer it.”

[detectivebird]

“Your future?” Tim frowned. Clearly something was on Damian’s mind for him to not only initiate conversation, but to let information slip unprompted. This was almost dangerously close to talking about feelings - which Tim still much preferred to leave to Dick. “I have enough ridiculousness in my own life without adding yours to the pile, believe me.”

He paused, glancing curiously at the papers. “But if you wanted to talk… I’m willing to listen. In exchange for cookies.” 

[batcowmaster]

Damian didn’t reply, he simply shoved the plate over at Tim and then plonked the papers down next to it. 

All of them were from colleges. Colleges far away from Gotham.

[detectivebird]

Tim took a cookie in one hand, and flicked through the papers with his other, his eyebrows slowly rising.  

“Some of these are pretty far away. You’re not that desperate to avoid seeing me, are you?” He gave Damian a small smile. 

[detectivebird]

“It’s only a base figure, and part of it would be acting as an advance salary, because I’d like to have you onboard even in a temporary advisement position, but-

“Are you okay? You really don’t look good.”

[webheadedarchive-blog]

❝Honestly, I haven’t heard a single word you said since thousands. Cause that’s—I’d feel wrong taking that much money… but I’m not sure I wanna say no either.❞

[detectivebird]

“Why would you feel wrong taking it?”

[detectivebird]

“The onesie was an especially nice touch. Really brought out the pink in those chubby little cheeks.” Tim just about manages to keep his face straight.

[traitorsson-deactivated20160102]

“I swear, Tim.I have been hanging around Damian and he has told me ways to kill you. I promise you will regret saying another word.”

[detectivebird]

“I’m shaking.”

[detectivebird]

“I was kidding. I’m a technical millionaire, I think I can cover the bill. As for the other thing… Would it be weird if I said I wasn’t sure?”

[kissmyringbuddy-blog]

“A technical millionaire, huh? As opposed to what? An abstract millionaire? Yeah, could be weird, depending on the circumstances.”

[detectivebird]

“Technical as in most of the money’s in stocks and shares. I couldn’t go to the bank and just take out a few hundred thousand. But I think I can afford lunch.”

[batcowmaster]

detectivebird

Damian didn’t look up as Tim sat down at the table with him. How could he? He may be angrily eating a delicious chocolate chip cookie made by Alfred, but he had a bunch of important papers in his hands that required his attention. Papers that could spell his ultimate doom. 

“Tt, Drake. Can’t you see when people are busy? If you’re going to ask me some ridiculous question about my future I am not in the mood to answer it.”

[detectivebird]

“Your future?” Tim frowned. Clearly something was on Damian’s mind for him to not only initiate conversation, but to let information slip unprompted. This was almost dangerously close to talking about feelings - which Tim still much preferred to leave to Dick. “I have enough ridiculousness in my own life without adding yours to the pile, believe me.”

He paused, glancing curiously at the papers. “But if you wanted to talk... I’m willing to listen. In exchange for cookies.” 

[detectivebird]

[detectivebird]

“…I was talking thousands.”

[webheadedarchive-blog]

   ❝….I’m dreaming aren’t I?❞

[detectivebird]

“It’s only a base figure, and part of it would be acting as an advance salary, because I’d like to have you onboard even in a temporary advisement position, but-

“Are you okay? You really don’t look good.”

[detectivebird]

“You’re…joking, right?”

[webheadedarchive-blog]

   ❝…Is that too much?❞

[detectivebird]

“...I was talking thousands.”

[detectivebird]

“Of course. So, figures. How does two-ten sound?”

[webheadedarchive-blog]

   ❝Whoa, whoa, like two ten dollar bills? Dude, deal.❞

[detectivebird]

“You’re...joking, right?”

[detectivebird]

“Not that I miss the cowl, but I forgot how much pulling off spirit gum hurts.”

[detectivebird]

[yeosangiest]

unfinished drawing of dick grayson in a sweater

[traitorsson-deactivated20160102]

detectivebird replied to your post:♂

“I don’t know, I kinda thought they were /cute/.”

Chris growls under his breathe.

[detectivebird]

“The onesie was an especially nice touch. Really brought out the pink in those chubby little cheeks.” Tim just about manages to keep his face straight.

[detectivebird]

All the starter sentences I could find, alphabetized.

"Are you crazy?”

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Are you even listening to yourself?"

"Are you sure they won’t find out?”

"Are you sure this is legal?”

"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

"Are you threatening me?"

"Be mine."

"Do I know you?"

"Do you love me?"

"Do you remember this?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Don’t go."

"Don’t let me die"

"Don’t look at me like that."

"Don’t make me beg.”

"Don’t you dare come near me!"

"Don’t you dare."

"Explain yourself."

"For you, I would _____"

"Give it back."

"Give me another chance."

"Have you ever even done this before?"

"How drunk are you right now?"

"I already regret this."

"I am not wearing that.”

"I can’t believe you missed that."

"I can’t do this anymore."

"I can’t even look at you."

"I could kill you!"

"I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."

"I didn’t do it.""

"I didn’t know you could do that."

"I don’t want to look at you right now.”

"I guess this is goodbye.”

"I hate you."

"I have to go."

"I just want to cuddle."

"I know your secret.”

"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”

"I love you."

"I miss you so very much."

"I missed you."

"I need a drink."

"I need a hug."

"I never really loved you."

"I owe you."

"I think I broke it."

"I think I’m falling in love with you. "

"I think I’m forgetting something."

"I think it’s broken.”

"I trust you."

"I want to be yours."

"I want to try this thing I read in a book.”

"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now."

"I’ll be there in five minutes.”

”This is really inappropriate.”

"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”

"I’m bad for you.”

"I’m dying."

"I’m going to be sick."

"I’m not speaking to you anymore."

"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."

"I’ve never heard that one before."

"If you stay quiet, no one will know.”

"Is that my shirt?"

"It was me"

"It’s so beautiful.”

"It’s time to choose.”

"Just five more minutes."

"Just go."

"Just leave me alone."

"Just let me die."

"Just relax."

"Just what did we do last night?"

"Kiss me you idiot."

"Kiss me."

"Make me."

"Marry me?"

"My Parents don’t know"

"My parents know.""

"Never again."

"Nh, don’t be so rough!"

"No, that can’t be my baby."

"No! You can’t die on me now!"

"Put it away.”

"Put your trousers on!"

"Put. The. Weapon. Down."

"Shut up and listen."

"Take responsibility."

"That isn’t mine."

"That looked easier on TV."

"That sounds painful."

"That was a bad plan."

"That’s mine!”

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."

"They’re coming.”

"This seems familiar."

"This stays between us."

"Truth hurts, don’t it?"

"Want to hear a secret?"

"We need to talk."

"We’re moving too fast.”

"Well that was unexpected."

"What are we doing here?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"What are you touching?"

"What are you?"

"What do you need?"

"What happened to you?"

"What have I done this time?"

"What if someone catches us?”

"What sort of noise was that?”

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"What were you thinking?"

"Where are my clothes?"

"Where did you find this?"

"Where do you even find this sort of thing?”

"Where were you?"

"Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”

"Why are you wearing that?"

"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."

"You could have died!”

"You could have killed someone!"

"You coward."

"You don’t need to be so gentle.”

"You drive me crazy!"

"You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”

"You lied to me!"

"You mean everything to me."

"You owe me."

"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"

"You’re all out of ____."

"You’re an idiot.”

"You’re bad for me.”

"You’re dead to me."

"You’re pregnant and It’s mine"

"You’re really good at this…”

"You’re so weird.""

"You’re under arrest."

[detectivebird]

+ what would you do if somebody made a clone of you without your permission and raised it as their own?

Anonymously send me ’+’ and a question and my muse has to answer honestly no matter how uncomfortable it makes them

“…Ask them how they did it?”

[detectivebird]

ur supposed to answer honestly SMH TIMMOTHY

“Fine. I want to make him fuck me so hard I can’t patrol for a week. Is that what you wanted to hear?”