-- RED ARROW !!

indie roy harper loved by sav.

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     starter call !!

[redarrws]

hi, hi !!  i have a lot of new followers, despite my total lack of activity.  but i’m here && eager to do some things on roy.  like this post, and i’ll come talk to you about starting something if we’ve never interacted, or starting something new, if we’ve talked before. 

[lowkey-suggestion]

Someone please kiss me softly and tell me I’m good enough.

[redarrws]

hi, hi !!  i have a lot of new followers, despite my total lack of activity.  but i’m here && eager to do some things on roy.  like this post, and i’ll come talk to you about starting something if we’ve never interacted, or starting something new, if we’ve talked before. 

[musewrought]

                                “ SING , O ‘ MUSE ” 

a dash only, multi-muse roleplay account.  featuring numerous ocs, wanda maximoff, peter parker, ronan lynch && more.

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fcstestmcn‌:

Wally is not ready for this conversation. In no fucking universe is he ready for this. In no way is he capable of explaining to anyone, let alone a stranger stealing Roy’s mantle, how awful and pained and twisted and hollow he feels now that Roy’s gone. Wally is not ready for this in the slightest. And staring this guy down, he feels the weight of it. The weight of Roy’s body in his arms that felt like the weight of a thousand worlds. The weight of knowing he couldn’t save his best friend, couldn’t be there for him, didn’t have his back when he needed it the most.

He is not in any way, shape, or form ready for this goddamn conversation. Not with Barry, not with Dick - and definitely not with this wannabe imposter. No way.

“Shut up.” Wally all but growls, his anger starting to get the better of him. He does his best not to go down this path - it’s not exactly uncharted territory. He knows what happens when his rage gets like this, when his temper takes control. He still remembers what he did to Inertia - and if this guy’s not careful, he’s gonna be taken down the same kinda path. Wally’s not sure he’s gonna be able to help himself. “I saw him. I held his body in my arms. His blood was all o-over -” Wally’s voice breaks from the emotion, the strain of saying it out loud a little too much to bear.

He takes a deep breath, and another, and look up at the man again, overflowing with more emotions than he’s ready to deal with. “You have five seconds to tell me who the hell you really are and quit this horrible charade before I teach you what happens when you steal a mantle from one of my closest friends.”

so the thing is -- this persona?  this attitude?  it doesn’t exactly come naturally for roy.  sure, he can be surly and defiant, irreverent on his best days, but roy is defined, first and foremost, by a desire to make things better.  empathy and hope have always followed him.  hell, you don’t follow nightwing most your life and fail to walk away with some hope, some kindness. 

and to watch someone, stranger or not, grieve over him?  it stirs the softer, warmer things in roy’s chest.  maybe it’s the paternal instinct, leftover with no where left to go, but there’s an urge in roy to comfort, to console: one that isn’t made less by the man’s threat. 

maybe, for the first time in well over a month, roy might be too tired to be angry.  huh.  he sighs, shoulders slumping.  the pain in his arm is blinding again, fake arm like a hot poker on ruined flesh.  slowly, roy peels the mask from his face. 

“ listen -- i don’t know who -- who you saw die.”  roy takes a cautious step forward, hands up like he’s consoling a wounded animal with sharp teeth, “ but i can’t answer your question any different -- i’m just me.  i didn’t die. ”  roy kind of wishes he had, actually.  and he thinks, privately, that even if he had, it wouldn’t be cause for any sort of reaction this emotional.  it’s not worth that much pain.  probably not the best idea in the world to say that to the guy, though. 

“ how about you slow down, flash.  tell me what’s going on, alright ?? ”

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nvghtwxng‌:

the thing is, the kiss to the forehead is so – new? unexpected? strangely intimate? – dick forgets to expect roy handling him down onto the bed. not that dick puts up a fight, but there’s not even a second to prepare himself for the shiver it sends down his spine, nor how his heart is suddenly beating like a drum. it’s all just … so much, part of everything dick had slowly started to tuck away as hopeless. and now? now it threatened to ruin him, from the elated laugh that bursts free, right down to the warmth spreading through to his face. try as he might, dick would always have hoped for this. roy’s a part of him as much as flying, or any costume. now, everything is just starting to catch up to that fact.

of course, that doesn’t mean dick isn’t going to just lay back and take all of this. he gives as good as he gets, even on his worse days. the kiss sends his toes curling as much as any before, and obviously, roy’s ramblings are just the right combination of enticing and endearing. dick is tempted. sorely tempted. but if there’s anything to derail, it’s sending… this careening down a similar wormhole to before.

so, dick turns the tables. there’s a gentle touch to roy’s hip, the only flash of warning before he’s pushing the archer flat to the mattress, with dick hovering above him. “ well you do come up with a few good options there, romeo. ” he muses, hands following the line of roy’s chest before unable to resist chasing him for another kiss. it’s meant to be just one, but it’s soon followed by more, soft and as cherishing as they could possibly be until he returns to himself. “ but… sweet nothings is a new offer. m’gonna pick that one. can see how tired we are after. ”

with that he draws back with a smile, just enough to feather another kiss to roy’s cheek, and finally lay curled around him. “ i’ll start. ” is the only option roy’s given, because really – dick’s had this list down for a while. there’s fondness, deepset admiration, and simple … love right there. sometimes, he thinks roy doubts those more often than most. thinks roy needs those more often than he’ll ask. “ there is… nowhere, i’d rather be right now, than with you. ” it’s a tentative start, followed with a soft touch to roy’s cheek, a gentle touch to his lobe. but he’s warming into it now, heedless of pushing too far, too fast. “ there’s nowhere i’d rather be most days. just – to see you. know you’re okay. be with you. you’re my reason to get up, some days. nothing seems as bad or as horrible as it probably should do, knowing you’re around. ”

roy flushes a little when he ends up on his back, looking up at dick with a grin.  well, alright.  if that’s the direction dick’s taking it, who the hell is roy to argue?  he hums a noise of easy pleasure into the kiss.  roy’s pretty sure he’s been kissed more in the last hour or so than he has in the last several months.  not a complaint -- it’s just been a slow few months of unparalleled pining.  

it’s almost a relief when dick pulls back to speak; roy stands a chance of actually catching his breath now, even if he’d just as happily give up breathing entirely right about now.  his heart does a triple beat when dick lays next to him, and that’s not even accounting for everything dick says next. 

first of all, roy offered to give the sweet nothings, not receive them.  he’s going crimson now, chancing a bashful look over at dick.  god, he loves this man, and to hear adoration from him, like this, not hidden under their usual layers, it’s about to make him well up. “ me too, ” is all he manages for a moment, choked up by the thought that he could ever possibly be all of that to dick.  to dick.  jesus.  god himself couldn’t move roy from his spot right here, right now.  

he turns his face away for a second, tries to hide just how much a couple sentences can knock him out.  when he feels like he’s not going to cry or something else embarrassing, he looks back at dick, fingers playing with the ends of his hair.  “ i don’t -- how am i ever gonna top that, dick ?? ” he asks, breathlessly.  “ you’re the best person i know.  the kindest, the bravest.  basically anything good about me came from watching you, dick.  you make me want to be better -- a better man, a better fighter.  you getting up for me?  that’s crazy talk; that’s all i could ever want. ”  

he clears his throat again when his voice wavers, “ s’good you want to be here -- i’d follow you wherever you went. ”

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please know at all times that roy has long hair thank you! not stringy like n52 tho. sometimes when he’s going by arsenal he’ll have a buzz cut for practical reasons

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friendly reminder that you should check out my multi muse, where I’ll be most of the night

[wrenrouge]

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recommend your favorite ocs !! need to follow more.

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nvghtwxng‌:

dick lets himself take the offer without preamble, the thought of roy trying to smother his smile safely keeping him afloat on cloud nine. he can still feel the weight of roy’s lips on his, the relief on roy’s face when it appears all is safe still clear in his mind. now alone in roy’s room, dick finally lets the smile on his face grow until his cheeks just ache with it. so, sure, he might have apologies to make for the rest of those on patrol for ditching, but he can handle that. what he can’t handle is walking out now, closing the door behind roy as though there was anywhere else he’d rather be right now. as though a part of him hasn’t loved roy for as long as he could remember. 

right, he could do this. he just had to manage the … rush it’s given him, roy looking at him like that. the suit and weapons are shucked free, and dick shamelessly rummages through for something of roy’s that’ll fit. at least that’s not changed. the amount of clothes they’ve all swapped throughout the years, dick’s pretty sure he’s ended up in wally’s sweatpants and a shirt of roy’s that used to be frequently stolen by kory. comfortable, familiar, and the furthest thing from battle armour for what was coming up ahead. it might be a struggle, but dick… wants to try and be vulnerable this time. at least this once, by choice.

vulnerable is definitely how he feels by the time roy emerges, but hand it to roy to make that worthwhile in the space of a few seconds. dick thought he’d outgrown the immense butterflies that came from a teenage crush, but here they are again. “ she would make a great knight. but here i’m hoping there isn’t going to be a next time. ” dick admits, his palm slipping back to the back of roy’s neck, playing gently with the short hairs at his nape. he thinks of her face when uncle nightwing arrived, and once again, he’s glad that roy did not have to keep that with him. not tonight.

“ if i’m not tired, can you still put me in a bed? ” he muses, both arms coming to settle loose around roy’s shoulders. it’s not that dick is after a repeat of last time, exactly. really, he isn’t, regardless of the familiar heat coiling in his stomach. but a bath can wait. sex can wait. but dick has wanted to kiss roy until they fall asleep since scaled shorts, and now.. now he’s not sure he can wait much longer. “ if i’m lonely, can you put yourself with me? I can behave. ”

the unexpected question sends a little shiver up roy’s spine.  he’s not sure if dick means it like that, but -- yeah, jesus.  dick is gonna be the death of him.  “ sure i can, ” he agrees, drunk on the idea that dick is thinking about it too.  thinking about them and behaving and not behaving.  roy’s heart is beating unnaturally rough against his rib-cage.  “ wouldn’t want to leave you lonely, tired or not. ”  the kiss roy presses to dick’s forehead is innocent -- behaved.  

the ease with which roy lifts dick at the hips and all but tosses him onto the waiting bed is a little less so, made just that tiny bit worse when roy follows him down immediately.  fingers thread through the soft strands of dick’s hair, push it back from his face, and then tilt him up for another kiss, one that’s soft and broken by the smile that splits roy’s face near immediately. 

   “ what’s behave mean to you ?? ” he asks, rolling away onto his side and propping up on an elbow.  “ should i just lay here and tell you sweet nothin’s till you do get tired ?? ”  roy thinks he probably has enough worth saying to manage it for the next ten nights, at least.  fingers take a leisurely walk up dick’s arm, because now that the wall’s down, there’s no stopping the need to touch.  

“ besides, you don’t gotta behave on my behalf. ”  roy doesn’t exactly mean to say that -- he doesn’t want dick to feel any sort of -- any pressure.  and roy certainly doesn’t want to let want ruin this.  throwing himself headfirst into how much he wants anything and everything with dick hadn’t exactly gone the right way last time.  “ or do ??  what i mean is. anything’s fine.  whatever you want... ” roy thinks it’s probably too soon to remind dick that roy would bring him the moon if he asked, so he lets the unspoken hang in the air between them.

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ft. fcstestmcn‌:

Wally’s expression hardens at the comment, his eyes narrowing immediately. “That’s not funny. Batman’s going to doubly kick your ass when I find him and tell him some clown is pretending to be Arsenal, and making shitty jokes about his team.” It takes a hell of a lot of self restraint for Wally not to launch at him then and there. He might be a little biased towards one particular Robin, but that doesn’t mean he’s cool with somme clown making comments like that about Dick and his brothers.

Oh god. Okay. That’s a question Wally wasn’t ready to answer. Not out loud. Because - logically? He knows. He knows Roy’s gone. He’s been dealing with that. Doing his best to come to terms with it. But he’s not sure he’s actually said it out loud yet. Because - saying it out loud means accepting it’s real, it happened, he can’t make it right. “I don’t think he’s dead. I know.” Wally says, his voice turning low, quiet, eyes cast to the ground. He has to say it. He can’t hide from this forever, but… god, it hurts.

“Roy. Roy Harper. The real Arsenal.” His voice cracks, his throat’s tight and choked, something’s squeezing in his chest so hard it hurts, he’s seeing blotches. God, Roy’s dead. One of his best friend, one of the most important people in his life, the guy he - god. He’s going to kick this guy’s ass.“And you -” Speedforce lightning starts crackling around him again, grief turning into anger - because anger’s a hell of a lot easier to deal with - as he lifts his gaze to set his sights on the man. “You think I’m just gonna let you prance around in his costume, with his bow and name, sprouting jokes like it doesn’t even matter? No - no. No. He deserves better than that.”

for a few seconds, roy thinks his heart actually stops -- like he’s going to drop dead to match the guy’s erroneous history.  hearing his own name from someone’s mouth, like he’s supposed to know what the hell is happening has him feeling ten kinds of unsteady. 

   “ woah. calm the fuck down. ”  roy’s identity was blown the moment he landed himself in prison after...after the thing he can’t think about, so there’s really nothing to lose when he says, “ i’m not dead, man. ”  recognition is itching at the back of his brain, and it’s driving roy up the wall.  who is this ??  who the fuck would even care enough if he was impersonating a dead roy harper ??  roy’s burned all his bridges.  

the smell of crackling lightning makes roy nostalgic somehow.  the taste of ozone on the air is familiar, warms him a little despite the threat.  the anger, the fury he’s been holding on to for months, leaves his limbs for a moment.  long enough that roy thinks his legs start to wobble.  something small and childish in him wants to take off his mask, prove who he is, but if he does that -- if he pauses for too long, this whole thing -- this whole persona will crumble around him.  he owes lian better than that. 

“ who’s prancing, twinkle toes ?? ” roy snaps.  the best concession the stranger gets is that roy slings his bow across his back and doesn’t draw a weapon.  let him get comfortable.  “ how do you know that name ??  who told you i was dead ?? ”  who would have any reason to act like he’s dead.  of course, that might be easier than saying he’s an embarrassing problem they can’t handle.  hm.  “ was it batman ?? ”  who, by the way, has kicked his ass a couple times already lately.  dick’s a whole ‘nother problem under that cowl that roy doesn’t wanna think about.  

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was just reminded that t.imkon is the only thing that matters to me

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I might have to pull an all-nighter. I’d literally rather be dead

[octoberinspo]

SENTENCE STARTERS. Flirty/Suggestive/NSFW Edition.

Feel free to add your own.

“You’re really hot.”

“Oh, don’t mind me. Just enjoying the view.”

“You know, those/that ______ of yours are/is pretty distracting.”

“Hot damn.”

“So, you come here often?”

“Well, well. My night just got better.”

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

“You have got a great ass.”

“Hey, I’m open minded.”

“You enjoying the view over there?”

“Keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction.”

“Don’t be bashful. You know you want to.”

“You can have me any way you’d like, baby.”

“You wanna move this conversation someplace more private?”

“I’m off in a few minutes, you know.”

“It’s been a long day. Why don’t we help each other unwind?”

“I think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.”

“I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m really horny, and you’re really hot. Can we fuck? Like, now?”

“I wanna see you get naked.”

“You like how I bend over for you, huh?”

“You’re getting me all worked up.”

“What do we have here?”

“I see someone’s happy to see me.”

“Play your cards right, and I just might have to put you on speed dial.”

“You like that, don’t you?”

“How do you want me?”

“I’m sure we can put those lips to better use.”

“I want you. Right here. Right now.”

“God, you’re perfect.”

“I really like a man who’s good with his hands.”

“I’d be more than happy to show you a good time, if you’re looking for one.”

“I saw that. You just checked me out.”

“You look real good in that suit/dress/skirt/outfit.”

“You wanna help me out of this ___?” (Insert article clothing here.)

“Can I keep you?”

“You’re such a tease.”

“Oh my, looks like I/you dropped something.”

“I love it when you talk dirty.”

“I can’t stop thinking about your hands on me.”

“I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear.”

“I really want to take you home and get you out of all those clothes.”

“It’s like you want to ruin men/women for me.”

[golddome-deactivated20200416]

“I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break.”

— Marya Hornbacher (via quotemadness)