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not dead! just sick

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Everyone in the hero-ing game knows Gotham is Batman and Co’s territory. You either have to be a brainless idiot or the bravest son of a bitch to grace God’s green earth. Roy’s still deciding which one he is as he attempts to juggle a tray of hors d'oeuvres while avoiding the wandering hands of old ladies.

His pants are too tight, his tie too short, and shoes loose fitting on his feet. Apparently, the CBI has a budget and it doesn’t include fake waiter disguises. Roy grimaces as his pants ride up again. Why was he doing this again?

Ah, yeah, because someone at the CBI would owe him a favor. In Roy’s line of work, favors are everything. And he needed a favor real bad. So, here he is, in a shitty waiters’ uniform at presumably Gotham’s hottest mob wedding! (That sure is a title for the tabloids.) There’s intel about a weapon shipment which interests the CBI real bad.

Roy can just picture the CBI guys with their comb-overs and dress shirts with ketchup stains, looking over the Falcone file in childish glee. It makes him chuckle under his breath as he makes his way through the crowds. Until suddenly, someone is grabbing him by the elbow and Roy opens his mouth to protest.

He recognizes that voice-- recognizes the man grabbing at his elbow. Roy lets out a low whistle, avoiding Dick’s question. “You sure clean up nice, Dickie.” His eyes soak up Dick’s appearance. “Almost look as suave as me.”

He pops an hors d'oeuvre from his tray into his mouth before circling back to Dick’s primary question. “Ya know, I’m just here, working. It’s hard being a single father, gotta pay the bills some way.”

@arrowsenal dick & roy

it  isn’t  often  these  days  that  dick  wears  a  suit.  now  that  he  doesn’t  have  to  go  to  galas  every  few  months  as  bruce’s  ward,  he  goes  out  of  his  way  to  avoid  any  kind  of  formal  event.  luckily,  his  old  suit  still  fits.  so,  while  it  might  be  slightly  out  of  fashion,  it’s  serviceable  enough.  deep  blue  with  subtle  black  designs  on  the  lapel,  black  shirt,  brighter  blue  tie  and  matching  pocket  square…  alfred  would  be  proud.  he  even  has  the  gorgeous  sapphire  cufflinks  bruce  gave  him  for  his  birthday  one  year.  

he  straightens  the  cuffs  of  his  sleeve  and  settles  his  shoulders  as  he  slips  into  the  crowd  of  his  current  mission.  a  wedding  for  one  of  the  remaining  falcone  daughters.  while  the  family  was  mostly  decimated  before  he  even  became  robin,  they  still  manage  to  hold  enough  power  to  be  a  problem.  and  recently  word  on  the  street  says  there  might  be  some  movement  again.  something  about  a  weapon  shipment.  a  potential  alliance  with  another  crime  family.  (the  aquistas,  perhaps?  he’ll  need  to  look  into  that  one  further.)  it’s  the  last  thing  anyone  needs  right  now.  better  to  nip  it  in  the  bud.  

snagging  a  glass  of  champagne  off  a  passing  tray,  he  plasters  a  boyish  grin  on  his  face.  it  isn’t  long  before  someone  recognizes  dickie  grayson,  reclusive  ward  of  bruce  wayne.  he’s  quickly  swept  up  into  conversation,  dropping  little  questions  in-between  pleasantries.

it’s  going  well.  it’s  going  so  well.  until  a  flash  of  red  catches  his  eye.  he  turns,  curious,  and  sees  the  other  last  thing  he  needs.  roy  harper,  dressed  like  a  waiter,  tray  of  hors  d'oeuvres  balanced  on  one  hand.  

no.  nope.  not  tonight.  

excusing  himself  from  his  current  conversation,  he  weaves  his  way  through  the  crowd  and  catches  roy’s  elbow,  leaning  in  close  enough  to  not  be  heard  when  he  hisses  “what  are  you  doing  here,  roy?” 

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"hey look at me... I don't care... are you okay ?"

“I’m-” Roy started an attempt to reassure Dinah that he was okay, that everything was fine, that no, he wasn’t going to relapse again. A brief glance into her eyes, though, had Roy crumpling. He could lie on polygraph exams– Ollie taught him– but he couldn’t lie to Dinah. 

Standing on her doorstep, he was here for a reason; Roy needed help. He couldn’t go to anyone else for this. “I’m not okay,” Roy told her, voice trembling. “I need your help, Dinah, it’s gotten bad.” His gaze was fixated on the ground and arms wrapped around himself. It was almost like an attempt at protecting himself after saying something so vulnerable.

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❝ you deserve so much more than what you were given. ❞ from @w0ndermade

The lazy smile that rested on Roy’s lips was replaced with a look of surprise– eyebrows furrowed, mouth forming an O– for the briefest of moments at Donna’s words. He recovered quickly, a quip already locked and loaded from his repertoire. “You know you don’t have to sweet talk me to get into my pants, Wonder Babe.” it was a sore attempt at deflection while his mind wandered to thoughts he tried to bury for years.

What was he given? Abandonment issues, that’s for one. Dead parents, dead mentors, and dead friends. Being put in dangerous situations no tween should ever have to be in. Drug addiction. But he had to think about the positives too, the Titans, Ollie trying, Lian, recovery. He deserved them.  Roy turned to look at Donna, taking a moment to look at her– to really look at her. “I dunno, Don,” he said, sombering up. “Sometimes, you gotta just take what you’re given and make something outta nothing.” He bumped shoulders with her. “Besides, I deserve you, don’t I?”

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going to be replying to some people tonight :')

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going to be replying to some people tonight :')

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Titans (1999) #25

AOUGGH this is so rough I’m so unwell about these two. roy’s heart breaking but him persevering through it anyway 💔💔

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17 and other meaningless things

Editor's Letter, Tavi Gevinson / unknown / Lie With Me, Philippe Besson / art, @fanny-hs / Tuesday, Alex Dimitrov / unknown / simone de beauvoir, memoirs of a dutiful daughter / unknown / Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami / One Tree Hill / august to do list, @thegirlhoodtheory

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Father, Daughter: Roy & Lian

“Go home, see Lian…if anyone knows who you really are, it’s your daughter.” — Grace Choi in Outsiders (2003) #33

Comic sources:

Titans (1999) #30

Outsiders (2003) #45

Titans (1999) #15

Titans (1999) #25

Titans (1999) #19

Justice League of America (2006) #11

Outsiders (2003) #19

Justice League of America (2006) #11

Outsiders (2003) #20

Teen Titans/Outsiders Secret Files 2003

Image descriptions in alt text are also copied below.

A comic panel from Titans (1999) #30, showing a green-lit memory of Roy Harper smiling as he looks down at his baby Lian in his arms. Beyond him, Jade Nguyen looks at them warmly.

A comic page from Outsiders (2003) #45 showing Roy Harper as Arsenal with Lian in pink pajamas and a heavy-set man who was babysitting. Roy holds Lian up in the air with his arms and says, “And helloooo, little squeaker!” Lian says, “Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy!!” Roy pulls her in to rest his forehead against hers, holding her wrist as she says, “Y’know what, y’know what--today Nicole and Zach and Ashley and me and Peter and me went to the ac-rarian.” Still smiling, Roy corrects, “Aquarium.” He sets Lian on the floor and they look over, smiling, at the babysitter. Lian continues, “And there were penguins!! Little penguins! Lots of Penguins! And we stayed with the penguins until Omar said we had to go because we had to go home--” Omar the babysitter says, “They were closing.” Lian turns to the TV and presses her hands against the blank screen, saying, “But we came home and watched March of the Penguins--” Omar holds up four fingers, grins at Roy, and says, “Four times, but I skipped past the bad parts.” Roy says, “Thank you.” Lian grabs Roy’s leg and hangs off it joyfully, saying, “And Omar said we could go back to the ac-rarium--” Roy corrects, “Aquarium,” but Lian doesn’t skip a beat before continuing, “on Saturday and you could come with us, and then I’m gonna sleep over Ashley’s!”

A comic panel from Titans (1999) #15 showing Lian sitting on Roy’s shoulders, smiling and waving with one hand to someone out of frame as Roy holds onto her feet to keep her steady. In the background is a cloudy blue sky and the rocky spires of Oljato-Monument Valley in northeastern Arizona.

A comic panel from Titans (1999) #25 showing Nightwing (Dick), Tempest (Garth), Flash (Wally), and Arsenal (Roy) sitting around a campfire at night. Other speech bubbles have been cut off, but Roy is saying, “Still don’t see why I couldn’t bring Lian. She loves camping.”

A comic panel from Titans (1999) #19 showing Lian and Roy in Titans Tower as Flash/Wally is rushing over. There’s a blanket fort and boxes next to Lian. Roy is standing with a cane and has a white cast all the way up to his left thigh. Lian points up at him with a smile as she says, “You may start the campfire, lieutenant.” Roy salutes, his hand touching the brim of his backwards red baseball cap, and says, “Sir, yes, sir!” Lian only reaches his waist in height. Wally is saying something as he rushes in but his speech bubbles have been blanked out.

Two comic panels from Justice League of America (2006) #11 in a realistic but sketchy art style, focused in on Roy’s face which has a few bleeding cuts and his face is scrunched in pain. He’s in his Red Arrow suit. He looks up to say, “Mari, I keep a picture of Lian taped…hhhh…taped inside my quiver. It’s taking everything within me to keep from pulling it out and saving goodbye. Dig. Please.” He closes his eyes and winces with strain.

A comic panel from Outsiders (2003) #19 showing Lian’s bed from above with golden evening light shining in. Roy as Arsenal is sitting on the bed with little Lian on his lap hugging his neck. His arms are wrapped around her, and his face is shadowed, looking haunted. Little movement lines indicate Roy and Lian may be shaking. Lian’s room is filled with shades of pink and brown, and her pillows are covered in several large stuffed animals of various species.

A cropped comic page from Justice League of America (2006) #11 showing two sketchy panels surrounded by black. Roy is in his Red Arrow suit, trapped under bent metal, his skin splattered with blood. He’s nearly lying on his stomach barely holding himself up. Roy’s narration box says, “But with a prayer,” and out loud he says, “Lord, please watch over Lian--” The next panel zooms in a little but his face is still unclear. His narration box says, “And as I lose myself to the darkness--” Out loud, he continues, “--please keep her safe--” then his narration box continues, “--as the wet ceiling presses its foot against my head--”

A comic panel from Outsiders (2003) #20 showing Roy and Lian laying on a brown coach with their eyes closed. Lian’s head is resting on Roy’s chest, while his hands gently hold her elbow and back. A yellow narration box says, “They could stay close to home.”

A comic panel from Teen Titans/Outsiders Secret Files 2003 showing Roy and Lian hugging. Roy is in his Arsenal suit and his face is blocked from sight by Lian’s hair. Lian says, “Daddy, I don’t understand. Donna was your heart and you love her and now she’s become a ghost or something. How will your heart be happy?” Roy says, “Because, etai yazi, you’re my heart. And I love you.”

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Such assholes I love them

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Dad of all time

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ok im officially rebranding as a titans account. batman? never heard of him. i bet he can’t cook though

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blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

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in case you didn't know

for muses who need to share some intimate thoughts with one another. can be platonic, romantic, familial ... works with any kind of dynamic really. feel free to change pronouns, descriptor words, whatever you may need!

❝ you know i love and care about you, right? ❞ ❝ ... i guess i'm just scared of losing you. ❞ ❝ i don't like most people, but you're an exception. ❞ ❝ you're not alone. you'll never be alone. not as long as i'm here. ❞ ❝ by your side is where i'm meant to be. ❞ ❝ not one person is more important to me than you. ❞ ❝ i don't know what it is about you, but, you just ... you're the only one who can make me feel like this. ❞ ❝ you're amazing, you know that? ❞ ❝ who has the greatest (friend/brother/sister/sibling/parent/etc) in the world? me, that's who! ❞ ❝ i'm only managing to stand here on my two feet because of you. i made it because of you. ❞ ❝ i don't know how i'm ever going to be able to repay you. ❞ ❝ i know for a fact that you're special. i can feel it. ❞ ❝ you've actually made me feel like a person again, like i'm ... normal. ... thank you. ❞ ❝ i used to think that everyone else was just evil and cynical, guided by their own self-interest. that is, until i met you. ❞ ❝ you truly are too good for this world. ❞ ❝ i'm always blown away by just how talented you are. ❞ ❝ you deserve so much more than what you were given. ❞ ❝ nobody i've ever met has been more gifted than you. ❞ ❝ if you ever need a place to stay, let me know, okay? ❞ ❝ you always feel really comfortable and safe to be around. ❞ ❝ i think i have a new purpose in my life. to be with you. ❞ ❝ you have a kind heart. i know you don't believe me, and you try to hide it behind a facade, but i know for a fact that you do, deep down. ❞ ❝ i think you're probably the only one who understands me. ❞ ❝ you're safe here with me. nobody's going to harm you ever again. ❞ ❝ i don't deserve someone as amazing as you. ❞ ❝ i was kind to you because you looked like you needed a friend. ❞ ❝ i'm never leaving you. you're stuck with me. ❞

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ARROWSENAL

an independent, semi selective single-muse roy harper/arsenal from dc comics roleplay account. original characters, crossovers, and duplicates friendly. managed by arrows. he/him. 22 years old.

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ooohh you want to roleplay with me so bad

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Kiowa Gordon as Jim Chee

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