#thedarkempath

[fateviled-a]

@thedarkempath​  said  —    “  ah  !  a  smile  !  i  told  you  i  could  make  you  smile.  ”  ( kaz )

his body is not his to control,   not when he’s with her.  for weeks now,  kazimir has begun to suspect such.   the way his stomach flutters in its own volition when she looks to him,  all soft gazes and words of respect and admiration.   he isn’t sure what she sees with her own eyes,  but he’s well aware that he’s gentler with her too,  than he’s ever been with any other being.     “ i never doubted you for a second, ”     he says with a laugh,  gaze turning towards the waves that crash on the shores they walk.     “ besides,  your company makes me happy. ”     it’s almost unfair that she’s this easy to talk to,  that in her presence,  he forgets what lives inside of him.   rachel is not the first person to treat him kindly,  not the first person to see more in him than the blood his past mistakes have left behind.   but she looks at him as if the only parts of him that exist are the good,  the kind,  the white knight coming to her rescue.

hands link at his back,  face gently smoothing itself back into something less bright as is ordinary of him.   the relationship between them has consistently been nothing more than friendly,  polite conversation.   he cannot let it turn into more than that,  though something nags inside of him to push and see what blooms.   (  that is not what this world has in store for him,  not after all the bad he's done.  )   still,  fondness creeps back up.  tone kind as he looks still towards a sea that couldn't possibly hold a candle to her beauty.    “ but it might be in your best interest if you stopped trying,  rachel.   you have the queen's support now. ”     and they could protect her from whatever came,  if anything ever came for her in the kingdom that shouldn't even exist.     “ being friends with me is hardly safe for you. ”     but even that wasn't true,  was it?  here, there was nothing but safety.  so  —  what did he hope to avoid?

[gothamincarnate]

[ @thedarkempath ]

-- There’s a blindfold tight around his eyes. He can move his forearms and hands, just enough room for him to sign, but not enough to remove the blindfold. The rope’s cutting into his shoulders just a bit and he rolls them, trying to keep the circulation going.

He doesn’t bother asking for them to be loosened. He’s too dangerous if he’s free for even a second. Even rendered unable to possess, he’s still a man raised by Adeline Kane, with a streak of Slade Wilson’s strength and speed running through his veins.

It’s like waking up from a dream. The memories are tattered around the edges. The possessor had been possessed, had attacked his friends.

Dick had taught him this, hadn’t he? Listening, feeling the air, the ground under his feet. He’s indoors, foot tapping against a tiled floor. It’s cool, a little stuffy like he’s indoors. There’s fans whirring softly in the background, he tries to remember where he’s heard the noise. Computers, the computers in the tower. He’s in the main meeting room, the long garish table. He turns his head to where the window might be, greeted with the smallest slits of sunlight through the top of his blindfold.

Thank god they’d practiced how to take him down. He doesn’t begrudge the bindings. There’s some bit of his father still there, that’s proud that it took so much effort to take him down, and so much thought put into how to keep him restrained. He’s a Wilson, he’s a force of nature-- no, something beyond nature.

There’s a touch on his shoulder and he jumps, spins around to see who it is. He’s got his hands in fists, protecting his core even as his upper arms are held tight to his side.

He can’t touch the sign to his chin, just holds it at his chest. A finger crooks in a question mark, demanding to know who’d touched him-- then he smells the incense and perfume, a warm hand on his shoulder that he knows.

He relaxes, sagging under the comforting hand. “Raven.” he mouths, lips tugging into a weary grin. He circles his fingers as one winds a clock, then moves his hands in a timeline. Pointer finger crooks into that question mark again, moving along the timeline he’s drawn in front of him. Then he points to the blindfold.

"How long do I have to stay like this?”

[thedarkempath]

have some sad siblings!

[ravensroundofrobins]

and finally gimme some uhhh stephrae and zombies au

“Babe, please tell me you’ve got some new brains for me,” the undead detective whined, “I can’t stand another second on eccentric museum curator brain!”

The medical examiner shook her head in bemusement, procuring two plates of waffles; one containing a very special, not-so-secret ingredient.

“Lucky for you, Detective Brown,” she began, passing her girlfriend a fork along with the plate, “Our vic here was a former prima ballerina. Don’t tell Cass, though. She may get jealous.”

Send me a Batkid/Rae pairing+AU for a three sentence fic!

[robinbait]

@thedarkempath  💙  2x03 Titans fix-it ; Jason & Rachel.

FUCK, suck it up, jason. he breathes out, dick just kicked his ass and he had hurt rachel’s feelings that morning while training. it’s not easy for him to just admit he was being an idiot or scared (she almost killed him) but he, as usual, had a mouthful. “hey, rae.” and he leans over the frame of her door, not quite coming inside. a peace offering on one hand; candy and refreshments (dick made him throw the brews). “i’m sorry for what I said earlier. you’re not a freak.” and you don’t need to be looked at. but he only thinks that last part. “it wasn’t you, really. I just have a lot on my mind and you scared me, man.”

[voluntadfuerte]

@thedarkempath​ ha respondido a tu publicación: Coming for popular demand (or @luthortm​ and...

SCIENCE MOM!!!

she didn’t sign up for all the titans bs but she’s too emotionally involved in conner to not be the science mom.

[fightwing]

@thedarkempath *LOUD INCOMPREHENSIBLE SCREAMING*

                      “ so, what do you think? “            it couldn’t have been easy. seeing him like that.   FEARING   him like that. the fact rachel was even here at all was a miracle, and the thought alone brought a faint smile to his lips. they could do this. they could help each other as dick had once been helped, and they could move on to a better, happier tomorrow. with gar, jason, and rachel now under his (for lack of a better term) wing, it was up to him to provide the ‘better, and happier’. now that was a cause worth fighting for.                    “ i told jason you put a hex on the big room so he wouldn’t take it. i think gar knew but he saw the xbox and bowed out of consideration entirely. “          he stands next to her at the window, looking out towards the city that they would come to call home. well, another home. dick’s beginning to think they might’ve found one already. he smiles, and bumps her in the shoulder playfully.       “ thank you, by the way. for saving us. for saving me. “

[brattylightning]

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