ℋight, ℛobin!

the     [ℬ]irth     of     the     ⁱⁱⁱ     ℛobin (...)

[riteofrobin]

[ℛ] ITE OF ℛOBIN, 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝘩𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 ...

A portrayal that centers on  𝑇𝑖𝑚 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑘𝑒ˊ𝑠 time as Robin, based on: A Lonely Place of Dying, Robin ’93, Young Justice '98, Teen Titans '03, Red Robin and Batman ’25 runs, and my interpretation of how Tim remained connected to, identified with, his own version of being Robin.

₍₀₀₁₎ ℭARRD, ₍₀₀₂₎ 𝔓LOTTING CALL, ₍₀₀₃₎ 𝔄RC,

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𝕿his is a study of identity: an accounting of heroism set against the marrow-truth of mortality; ( of love that persists beyond loss ) of faith uttered in a city that has forgotten how to pray. What it means to be a son, [ 𝒟rake and 𝒲ayne ] lineage written as both wound and vow. A vigil kept for a city that longs toward its own erasure, and yet is stayed by a boy who refuses to look away. And this is a turning of the face toward what comes after: 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒.

[riteofrobin]

happy pride month to dc’s bi boy tim drake

[kingsmemes]

「   RP MEME :   NONVERBAL PROMPTS.  mix of violent, caring, touching and non-touching prompts.  」     SEND PROMPT '+ REVERSE' for the inverse to happen. for example 'bandage + reverse' for the receiver to bandage wounds on the sender.

[ BANDAGE ] : sender bandages a wound on receiver.

[ GUIDE ] : sender puts a hand on he receiver's back to guide them somewhere.

[ WAVE ]: sender waves down receiver to get their attention.

[ SIGN ]: sender raises their hand to sign to receiver. what follows can be anything the sender desires.

[ LIFT ]: sender lifts receiver's chin to look at them.

[ LIGHT ]: sender lights receiver's cigarette/candle/etc.

[ FIND ] : sender finds receiver beaten and/or bloodied.

[ PIN ]: sender pins receiver against the wall during combat/sparring.

[ GET DOWN ]: sender tackles receiver out of the way of danger.

[ TAKE ]: sender takes a hit meant for receiver.

[ CAUGHT ]: sender finds receiver somewhere they aren't supposed to be.

[ TRAP ]: sender traps the receiver somewhere they don't want to be.

[ DARLING ]: sender touches receiver's cheek.

[ SNATCH ]: sender snatches receiver's wrist as they turn to go.

[ STAB ]: sender stabs receiver.

[ DRAG ]: sender drags receiver from point a to point b.

[ SIT ]: sender sits on receiver's lap.

[ EN GARDE ]: sender and receiver get into some kind of fight.

[ DRUNK ]: sender finds receiver drunk.

[ BLOOD ]: sender walks into receiver's room covered in blood.

[ FLOWER ]: sender offers a flower to receiver.

[ HOLD ]: sender reaches to hold receiver's hand.

[ BRUSH ]: sender brushes a strand of hair out of receiver's face.

[ NOTE: ] sender writes a note for receiver. the contents are whatever the sender decides.

[ EYES ]: sender notices receiver looking at them.

[ STOP ]: sender raises hand to signal the receiver to stop in place.

[ TAP ]: sender taps receiver on the shoulder to get their attention.

[ WAKE ]: sender gently wakes receiver from a nap or otherwise.

[ MORNING AFTER ]: sender and receiver wake up together for the first time after a night of passion.

[ BLANKET ]: sender drapes a blanket over receiver's shoulders.

[ HUDDLE ]: sender and receiver huddle together in an effort to stay warm.

[ TUG ]: sender pulls receiver away from them.

[ PUSH ]: sender pushes receiver away from them.

[ BULLET ]: sender shoots receiver in a non-lethal area.

[riteofrobin]

get to know me ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱

nickname(s): my pen name has been angel since i started writing in the independent roleplay community! my nickname in real life is the tagalog word for sparkle lol

zodiac: virgo sun, leo moon!

last movie i saw: i rewatched a (classic filipino) film titled 'maynila sa kuko ng liwanag' (manila in the claws of light) for a short film that i'm going to work on as a production designer

last thing i googled: knorr origin country (LMFAO its for my current shoot)

favorite musician: aespa

other blogs: @devilabove and @housemars but both are under hiatus

do i get asks: not really

following: 159

amount of sleep: i'm lucky if i get at least 4 hours of sleep everyday

lucky number: 7 and 13!

dream job: creative director (fake gay job, i know)

dream trip: monaco...! for the sake of watching the monaco grand prix

favorite food: mild new york buffalo wings with blue cheese dip from frankies

play any instruments: nope

languages: english, filipino, (+ i can read and understand hangul)

favorite songs: my current favourite song is hypnotize by xg

random fact: i have a degree in psychology and was supposed to go to law school, but i decided to pursue film instead, so i got a degree in it thinking i’d work as a scriptwriter. but the universe is a funny entity and exposed me to the world of production design, so here i am now! i do wardrobe styling, costume design, set decorating, mock-ups, prop making, special effects, make-up... basically everything! and i’m pretty good at it. i’ve been working in the art department since 2022, and i don’t even know how to draw (i almost didn’t pass my freehand, technical, and perspective drawing courses)

describe yourself as aesthetic things: alien 1979: interview with art director roger christian

[nightorne]

    ☽ ◯ ☾, something clear and merciless, like glass or a scream〈 or the first morning of an unwanted resurrection 〉a highly selective and private blog for shadowheart jenevelle hallowleaf from baldur's gate 3 / not fandom affiliated * ( headcanon & alternate universe heavy blessed by corazón

[barbiehelmet]

list of charities to support the middle east

if you've been following the current war in the middle east while wondering how you can help, here are a list of charities you can donate to! they are mostly focused on lebanon and palestine but if anyone has recommendations for other trusted organizations doing aid work in the middle east, please feel free to add to this post!

Doctors Without Borders / Medecins Sans Frontieres - donate

Palestinian Children's Relief Fund- donate

Disasters Emergency Committee - donate

Support Displaced Families in Lebanon UNRWA - donate

the following campaigns are hosted by GlobalGiving, which has a 4/4 rating on Charity Navigator. GlobalGiving includes vetting details in each of their campaigns.

Lebanon Emergency Response

Urgent Support for Families from South Lebanon

As Families Flee, Lebanon's Pets Are Left Behind

Relief through art and laughter in Lebanon

even $5 makes a difference! and if you are unable to donate, please do share the post so that it can reach more people who are able to help.

[old-dramas]

A Millionaire's First Love (2006) dir. Kim Tae-Kyun

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

as i'm sure you already know, israel has resumed aggressive bombardment of gaza as of march 18th. at least 400 people have already been killed, with hundreds more wounded or buried under the rubble. on top of this, israel has also been almost completely obstructing the entry of aid for the past several weeks, and cut off power to the last functioning water desalination plant on march 9th.

it is more important than ever that those of us outside gaza do not attempt to ignore the ongoing genocide in favor of the illusion of security. any small thing you can do is better than complacency.

if you need a place to start:

help Suad get urgent medical treatment for her baby and mother-in-law - @tinyheartbeat (#279 on @/el-shab-hussein, @/MoyAyesh, and @/nabulsi's spreadsheet)

help Mahmoud reunite with his family in a safe place - @supportgaza (#151 on @/el-shab-hussein, @/MohAyesh and @/nabulsi's spreadsheet)

help Amal take care of her daughter, get prenatal care, and provide for 20+ family members - @mariam-ashour (#175 on @/el-shab-hussein, @/MohAyesh, and @/nabulsi's spreadsheet)

help Firas and Nisreen continue their education and support their family - @firasmuhaisenn, @nisreenameen, @helphashemfamily (verified by @/90-ghost)

you can find more campaigns to support here, here, or here, or a big (nonexhaustive) list of gazan organizations and mutual aid initiatives here. if you have the fortune of disposable income, i highly encourage you to contribute something in any of these directions. it can truly help save lives.

[aldereign]

eid mubarak! the palestinian people continue to face a genocide at the hands of israel. this eid, i am donation matching all donations made to the al-sir family at their gofundme here. their family was displaced from khan yunis without clothes, furniture, blankets, or gas. his youngest son is only a few months old and baby formula is extremely expensive. please consider donating to his family at this link.

[feral-ballad]

Gabriela Mistral, tr. by Velma García-Gorena, from Gabriela Mistral’s Letters to Doris Dana; “December 28, 1949”

[Text ID: “I hope for love, because I give it.”]

[riteofrobin]

[𝕿]here is a alabandical travail in naming 𝕿imothy 𝕯rake. Gotham practices it with sanctity. Few of the names are... acrasial. Fewer still forbearing. The press (ever that officious guild of conjecture) resolved the matter long ago with the complacency of men who mistake repetition for revelation: the son must inevitably become the father.

Thus the columns adimpleates it. The talk shows rehearse it. The gossip circuits polish it to a vulgar gleam ( ... ) A vaticination, spoken long enough, acquires the authority of diagnosis. And Gotham, fond of its cognizance, fonder still of its myths, has already rendered the verdict. That Timothy Drake shall, in due time, ripen into some latter-day eicastic reflection of Bruce Wayne: a man about whom everyone possesses an opinion and a man about whom no one knows anything at all. The brabeum of their occupation. Reputation is merely narrative under sufficient repetition. An affictitious act rehearsed until it acquires the gravity of biography. Wear the mask long enough and the audience forgets a simple truth: masks are not grown to the flesh. They are worn.

And he performs accordingly: the careless heir, the gilded libertine, Gotham’s newest philanthropic woe. A remarkably utile disguise for a man whose true occupations are conboyed elsewhere, in the dark, in the silence, and in the quiet arithmetic of consequence. Most people see exactly what he permits them to see.

𝑀𝑜𝑠𝑡. ( ... ) Across the room stands Regulus. And he, impertinently perceptive, sees through him entirely.

The club itself assectates to impersonate a living creature. Music pulses through its ribs with mechanical insistence, the bassline striking the body like some ecstasiated engine. Light fractures the darkness in epileptic bursts: laughter caught mid-breath, sweat-bright shoulders igniting briefly before vanishing again into the anonymous press of bodies. A jungible of strangers, united chiefly by volumed blateration, and two orbit him with the casual entitlement of the night. One drifts near his shoulder. The other sways close enough that the music arranges their proximity into something almost deliberate. ( AN IMAGE BOSCARESQUE FOR THE TABLOIDS! ) In his hand rests a glass of something amber. Expensive. Entirely unnecessary. His auturgy: a smile here, a murmured reply there, the light brush of a hand that promises nothing and therefore suggests everything.

All of it a perfect fabrefaction and yet his gaze betrays him. Across the shifting tide of bodies, through the intermittent convulsions of electric light, his attention remains ictuated upon @proditeur.

[riteofrobin]

👾 ..! (brand new) starter call ^___^

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

a whole bunch of gazan mutual aid projects and nonprofits. if the decision of which individual fundraiser to give to feels too daunting, or if you just want to help as many people as possible in one go, these are great initiatives to support.

care for gaza - focuses on providing food and essential supplies. donate here or here.

connecting humanity - securing internet access via donations of virtual sim cards (esims). if you can't afford a whole plan yourself, crips for esims is a communal pool that will use your donation to purchase and maintain esims

gaza soup kitchen - provides food, medical care, and classes for children. also has a gofundme

glia gaza medical support initiative - provides medical care through field clinics and tents at hospitals. donations can also be sent through their website.

ele elna elak - provides clean water, food, clothing, and shelter. they also have a gofundme

life for gaza - raising money for the gaza municipality to repair water and waste management infrastructure

taawon - partners with local civil organizations to provide food, water, medical care, shelter, and basic supplies

the sameer project - running various initiatives providing tents, medical care, and necessities. they have their own encampment project focused on sheltering families with children, sick and disabled members, or members in need of perinatal care

islamic relief worldwide's gaza emergency appeal - provides food, water, hygiene kits, medical supplies, and psychological support

baitulmaal - provides a variety of necessities, including food, water, shelter, and medical supplies

gaza mutual aid fund - distributes food, hygiene products, water, and other essential supplies, including financial support. run by @/el-shab-hussein's amazing friend Mona. updates can be found on her instagram.

hygiene kits for gaza - provides hygiene supplies including menstrual products, wipes, and toothbrushes/toothpaste

anera - provides a variety of necessities, including food, water, hygiene supplies, medicine, blankets and mattresses, and psychological care

palestine children's relief fund - provides supplies and support with a focus on children. also has an initiative for lebanon

dahnoun mutual aid - provides water, food, tents, baby supplies, financial support, and other necessities. updates can be found through their instagram

certainly this is not an exhaustive list, so please feel free to add on other projects or organizations that i didn't include. and as always, please take the time to donate if you can and share. it truly makes all the difference.

[riteofrobin]

plaster. it's not pretty but it'll do; you wince as the sender patches your wounds. (With his shaky ass hands... My bad, Tim)

[𝕻]ain is spoken before he might speak it himself, the laggard antiphon of his limb and finger as he counts his breath. Memory comes in shivers, not as recollection but as a sentence: the League never indulges. Paralysis is a pecuarious barbarity; it lets you witness your own undoing. Hands — too many of them. He remembers the laughter. He remembers being lifted, the indignity of it. Then the ground, the mock krioboly of it all. Dirt in his mouth. Blood thinned by spit. A voice placed close: 𝑅𝑎’𝑠 𝑎𝑙 𝐺𝘩𝑢𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠.

He swallows and tastes iron. Hands come into view — another’s hands. They hesitate before touching him. The plaster stings when it touches him. He hisses despite himself, jaw locking, breath breaking its measure. The pain is sharper now, conscious. He accepts it. 

“ It’s not pretty, but it’ll do, ” says the voice. He notices their hands, they tremble. He forces himself to breathe slow; he has done this before.

Then, a lugent epiphany: his mask is gone. The realization carries more weight than the wound. He does not lift his head. He cannot afford to confirm how much has been seen. His mask is an ordinance, a partition between pledge and flesh. Its absence is desecration.

❛ You did a really good job, ❜ he says, voice raw. ❛ Do 'ya do this often? Patch up beaten-up guys that happen to be left for dead in the fields? ❜ Casual. Deliberately so. Prescited. ❛ You a nurse? This is some pretty good stitching too. ❜ He turns his head just enough to see his uniform folded nearby like a prebition: red darkened to near black, yellow dulled, green smeared beyond symbol. Robin laid pessundated. He swallows again. The room is too quiet. 

At last, he risks it. He lifts his gaze, ❛ 'Ya got a name? ❜ he asks, voice quieter now, stripped of bravado. ❛ I’m Tim. ❜

[riteofrobin]

can i introduce you to tim drake’s fashion (๑>؂•̀๑)ᕗ

rooted in late ’90s to early y2k streetwear: long sleeves, graphic tees, hoodies, jackets, scarves, bags, and denim. layers & texture. a curated vintage base and the occasional branded pieces. layered, messy, and visually noisy.

[drops-of-universe]

Me, in the midst of deep and almost unbearable suffering: ok how can i make this funny

[cautionarys]

grant's self-control had been put to test tonight— he'd gone through about a dozen emotions from the start of it to now, his fingers careful and his grip self-aware in the stillness of the hotel room, pads tentative as they dabbed at blood and tried not to shake. of course tim would smile at all of this. probably, it'd hurt if he did not. of course he would apologize, as if he'd done anything wrong. he was so golden sometimes it made grant double over. so sincere. hardly known for a calm temperament, their friends, if aware of what happened that evening, might've been shocked to know that grant had not lost his head— that he had not buckled at the first sign of blood. that he had not stomped into the streets, eyes red, looking to grab the fool who'd swung that blade and shake him around. impulsive grant emerson had felt the tell-tale signs of rage, sure, protective fire licking his insides, but he'd quelled it fast, he'd been doing so much better, and he'd focused on tim, who did not deserve to bleed and be sorry for it.

their eyes met, and he felt a flush go down his neck despite it all, the smell of copper thick on the air, his mouth curling a little.

❛  gentle hands—...? ha. glad someone likes 'em. thanks.  ❜ eyes dropping again now, he swallowed thickly and reached for the bandages. hands gentle, yes. his gaze not missing the other marks that lined @riteofrobin's skin, mind categorizing them all with a dull ache, a sadness. ❛  and you're okay, but this isn't. i mean, it's fucked up, y'know? you should be safe.  ❜ and grant should've been faster. he wished they could meet someplace closer... or do something different. he thought of the little fund he had back at roy's, cash wedged in a box. all his savings for a car. now that could work, that could keep them both concealed if tim really wanted to keep sneaking around. private boy, and all that.

but he was some bucks short. for now, they'd have to keep going as is. looking at tim again, gaze wrenching from the wound he'd wrapped, (fingertips still hovering lightly over the fabric), grant saw him stare at the sky. through the windows, it stretched vast and apathetic to their little plight. grant glanced at it for only a second. he preferred his company instead, which was realer, palpable. a gentle protest, because he couldn't let his friend think he was miserable here: ❛  nah, don't apologize to me. 'least i still get to see you. this is nothin'. i want to help.  ❜

ensuring three times over that the wound was indeed wrapped now, dirty wipes and the bottle of peroxide set on the tbale (he'd ask about it later, fumblingly stern), grant patted his knees affectionately, stood. and, without thinking much of it, without letting himself think, he tipped close, dropped a peck to tim's brow, fingertips featherlight as they steadied the other's shoulders, and edged back, an inquiry at the ready. ❛  and the night's not over yet. still have your appetite?  ❜ if so, grant would order a pizza. a feast he'd scramble to pay for, the billionaire status of the wounded be damned.

[riteofrobin]

[𝕺]ne to be a martyr, one to be a saint. I'll pay the toll, He breathes out, long, reckoned. The body is tallied and, for this hour, permitted to remain. With all my flesh, The blood has been covenanted with, not absolved. He does not look; pain, once convoked, insists upon testimony. And keep my soul, ❛ Y’know, ❜ he says at last, lightly, as if testing whether the room will bear it, ❛ this was not how I scheduled tonight. You were supposed to be for... Well — Not this. ❜ The bacchanal laughter of a Greek tragedy and its terrible beauty. 

His fingers gather the sheets as he turns his head only enough to look at Grant, and in that turn there is a decision. ( THE SAINT IS SPARED BY ABSENCE. ) His eyes soften, the sacricolist that he is, enraptured in a way that does not ask for anything back. The levity recedes and what remains is the rapture of his gratitude. Beneath it, the verity of animus displaced by blood. ( THE MARTYR IS SENT BACK LIVING, SO THAT THE SUFFERING MAY CONTINUE. )

❛ You didn’t have to go all battlefield medic, ❜ Unlike comedy, his age, along with jest, settles in and his immaturity ossified. ❛ I had a whole thing planned. Very domestic. Very scandalous... Involved zero peroxide. ❜ A pause, then: ❛ I feel like I should apologize for the false advertising. ❜ He shifts. The body protests and the protest is ignored. Walk your wounds, a wince escapes him anyway; he waves it off with a brief, dismissive gesture, as if the senticous pain might be liberated by being addressed. Hare your suffering, ❛ And I really hate that you had to see me like this, ❜ he adds, quieter. ❛ It’s bad manners. I’m usually… less perforated. ❜

Silence returns and he lets it rest where it falls. When Grant kisses his brow, his body answers before his wit can interpose. Lashes lower. Breath eases. For the space of a heartbeat, he permits himself to be held there, in that small and private grace. He does not move because moving would mean choosing separation, and for once he does not wish to choose it. His mouth parts as if to speak, then closes again. He swallows. The quiet presses closer. 

❛ Careful, ❜ he murmurs at last, voice low, almost worn thin. A faint curve touches his mouth, ❛ You keep doing that and I’ll start thinking you mean it. ❜ Another breath. Then, softer— ❛ Thank you. For staying. For being gentle. For… not letting it get worse. ❜

At the mention of food, a low hum, considered. ❛ Yeah, I’m famished and I lost a lot of blood. ❜ He says, another laugh escaping his lips. ❛ New York is famous for its pizza, yeah? Order me your favorite. ❜ He reaches for his phone—stops. Reconsiders. He shifts instead and slings an arm around Grant’s shoulders, ❛ Don’t get ideas, ❜ he says quickly. ❛ This is medical. I need support. ❜ A tenellous nod, as if sealing it. ❛ Doctor’s orders. ❜

Their shoulders rest together. Tim does not name it. He permits it. Sigilism: Some things survive best when left unnamed. His voice settles, lower now, steadied by proximity. ❛ I— I missed 'ya. It’s been a while since we last saw each other. How are things? ❜