#;volucerrubidus

[deadpoolunofficial]

"So, the double swords and the double pistols. What's up with that? Prepping for the apocalypse or something, pal?" -A little thing to say hello! | @volucerrubidus

Unprompted | Always Accepting

The masked merc looked up from the gun he was taking the time reloading his weapon, he had heard the approach some time ago but hadn't made it known he was aware. He lifted his right hand and then waved with the guy, a smile could be faintly seen from the indents of the mercenary's mask.

"Oooooh, what are yoooou supposed to be?" Completely ignoring the initial question the caped crusader had asked. "I like the colors going on! A mix of bright and dark. You look straight out of one of my comic books." Wade pressed his gloved hands together and kicked up his leg. He reholstered the gun he was holding after.

"Oh, the apocalypse? The only prepping I do is for a big meal buddy. Or right before the bedroom tango." he waved his hand flippantly before turning away from the vaguely bird-themed hero. He squatted down to a cache in front of him and closed it. The case made a whirring sound as it locked itself.

"But nooo, nooo. No, doomsday prep! These guns are for unaliving people! You know! K-I-L-L. The ol' spray and pray." Wade waved his hand around as he picked up the cache case. "The swords? A bit of a stick and poke but you don't get a really shitty tattoo out of it, you just get a really shitty wound!"

[snkts]

Ooh if you feel inspired by anything the generator puts out... ✏️??

INCORRECT QUOTES ROUND 2 - ELECTRIC BOOGALOO || ACCEPTING

Tim: Can I ask a dumb question? Logan: Better than anyone I know.

[rogueportraits]

cont. @volucerrubidus

Zsasz goes with the kick, toppling over. He hits the ground hard and springs back up, knife in his left hand, and narrowly misses Red Robin.

"You're so close to understanding," he says, dodging backwards. There's a fresh tally dripping down from his collarbone. "It's aggravating to see."

Lunge. "Open."

Tackle. "Your."

Stab - the knife goes through Red Robin's cape, deep into the earth. "Eyes."

[dementedspeedster]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLsohT9X/

Always Accepting || Unprompted Asks @volucerrubidus

Thad feels like he should have been more skeptical of clicking a link sent by Tim of all people, but that doesn't stop his curiosity from getting the better of him.

He expects something down the line of Tim's weird humor, something he probably wouldn't understand, and as Thad lets out a laugh and shakes his head, he wouldn't say he was completely wrong.

[to Tim]: Oh, woooow thanks I didn't know. [to Tim]: That reminds me I've got something to show you. [to Tim]: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLsohT9X/ [to Tim]: [image "no u.png" attached]

[hxllblazer-a2]

Tim doesn't have anything to say. He just grins and hands over this video: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTNJp94oN/

What.

The fuck.

"Oi. Bruce. Gonna need t' have a private word with Red."

[dontworryitschillhere]

’ please… don’t go ‘

With his hand on the doorknob, Dick stopped and thought about it for a moment. He doesn't want to bother Tim, but Tim's asking him to stay. Dick turns away from the door and walks over to Tim; he grabs a blanket from the couch and drapes it over the younger man. He's not a kid anymore, but that won't stop Dick from seeing him like that sometimes. Leaving so soon after a rough patrol isn't the best idea; Dick can always make time for Tim.

"I won't go until you get sick of me. What do you need from me tonight? Can I help you with anything, or do you want to hang out?" Dick asked; he needs to know what he can do to make Tim feel better.

"Whatever you want to do, as long as it's legal, we can do." Dick smiled at Tim and placed a hand on his shoulder.

[babydxhl]

👫? (excited to see these aaaah)

send a 👫 and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship.

she's a snitch, but not consistently. usually it's because she wants a favour in return, trading information, but other times she'll tell him things just because another rogue has pissed her off. occasionally she'll give him the wrong information or lie, but she's never deigned to explain why

of all the vigilantes running around gotham, she doesn't mind red robin so much. likes him more than the cranky little replacement robin, anyway, and makes that fact very known

she likes him the best but she still gets mean, especially if he's caught her or it's a long night or idk, it's a wednesday (she isn't picky). in those moments their past conversations and any politeness goes out the window — mary has a penchant for remembering the worst things people have ever done, and she'll throw whatever gossip or stories she's heard about red robin's actions back in his face

one time a bracelet — one of several medical ID bracelets mary wears most of the time — broke off and ended up in the gutter in the middle of an arrest. when she got out of arkham a month later it was sitting tucked among her civilian clothes in the evidence locker, clean and repaired

[1mpulsee]

❝ I am absolutely convinced tim is a furry ❞

[queryxecho]

L....little things? (I am forcing Tim to be Emotionally Vulnerable)

Little things (aka let rosie get up in her feels about your muses) // Accepting @volucerrubidus

You should have been an entomologist, really. Living the best life in a world so full of it. With thousands of different little variants. You could have even stayed in the criminal justice field with it, you know. So smart, DA's would have never let you stop being 'expert' at everything. But then again, you know all too well how sometimes 'justice' plays out. We've never asked how you ended up in the suit, but sometimes we wonder if you know how to live out of it now.

Like so many of the people we care for, you don't need a domino to have a mask. Always showing, but for what? And don't think we don't know it's fronting- it takes one to know one and all that.

We enjoy the cracks sometimes. Hints of romcom movies, and jokes that aren't just a shield. Moments when maybe you slip into an anger that we wonder if you tell yourself you're somehow not allowed to feel. You are.

You're so good at seeing everyone else. At being the person who notices everyone else. If you had a normal job, you'd be the person that remembers to get the cake on the coworker's birthday, and you're the person who takes the shift so Debra can go to her daughters graduation. It just so happens that in this universe, you let Mary be mean and still pick glass out of her, and let Eddie throw you a rubix cube once in awhile, or let Quinn rant about a day. In this universe, you let us give you a coded wild goose chase just for fun.

Thanks for chasing -XOXO Q&E

[mad-hunts]

i’m bleeding, i’m not just making conversation.

looking over the waves this evening on the pier didn't seem to be a balm for barton's heart at all like it normally was. and with a hint of surprise, he found that not just him seemed to have come here seeking some kind of respite from heartache. though red robin appeared to have come here explicity for him — a bad decision, really — because... well, the kid had this idea that barton could somehow offer him some insight into some other person's mind. or at least it seemed that way from what the other had told him. they had done worse than just beat up his physical body. they'd beaten his spirit, too, and they were ice cold. like barton.

he knew that although red robin hadn't said that aloud, that was likely what they were thinking when they'd said that. barton knew that they were also a killer and perhaps that's why he was here in the first place; because it apparently takes one to know one, as the saying goes. but barton had no idea what to tell tim even though what he was asking for in reality was quite simple. they wanted a reason why they did what they did, and maybe were even seeking comfort, understanding from him. barton had to begin telling himself over and over again in his head that red robin was still just a kid. which, meant that sometimes they might go to the wrong people for help, or guidance.

because they were a lot better whenever it came to believing in the good in people than people like him. barton turned his head to look at tim, trying to conjure up what he thought winslow might've said to him if he were in a situation like this. he inhaled shallowly then, ❝ look, kid... i hate to say this, but there are going to be times you're going to want to make sense out of something that happened to you in life, and you're going to fail. because the truth is that there was no real reason why it did. sometimes, suffering is just suffering. and you didn't go through it to learn something or for any 'greater purpose.' ❞

a frown tugged at barton's lips as he gave the other a bit of an awkward pat on the back, ❝ i can't tell you what this person was thinking when they hurt you, besides that there's a good chance they might've just done it because they could. so trying to seek some sort of closure from it is just going to make you feel shitty because there's no substance to it. the best that you can do is try to get out of your own head and move on from it because the only thing you're doing by dwelling on it is torturing yourself. ❞ he grasped the hand-railing in front of him before remembering: yeah, that's kind of exactly what he had to do with his biological father, wesley.

[warlockisaslur]

"Oh man, you look a lot like another pal of mine. I really hope you're not a bad guy, or this is gonna be really awkward. I'm Red Robin. What's your deal?" -a little hello from Timmy!

Like the restaurant? Billy looked up -- because for some reason this guy is perched on a flagpole, how extra can you get? -- and made a bit of a face, but eventually that moved on into a smile, because yeah, he got the 'you look like so-and-so' a lot. "Wiccan. Sometime Avenger, usually defender of the known universe. This guy I look like wouldn't happen to dress in green and drop casual 'youse's into conversation, would he?"

[snkts]

"No, I think Nightcrawler is onto something, actually..."

"Go back to preschool, junior, the grownups are talking."

[thewomanwholaughed]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLsohT9X/

Joker stares baffled at her phone, scrunching her nose deep in thought on how to answer to this piece of media. But to be honest, she has several questions.

How did the bat-brat get her contact details?

Was it THAT obvious that she's gay?

Well, actually she isn't gay, she considered herself to be pansexual with a preference for women. But she doesn't expect him to know that because they never sat down and actually held a conversation regarding identity.

And see, that's the problem with Bats and his bird-brigade. Why not sit down and have a conversation, huh? She makes killer cookies! And she loves tea, everyone knows that! Especially Jason.

So calling her gay as an overarching term of the LGBTQA+ community is fair, but then she rather prefers Queer. But of course he doesn't know that either, again, really should talk about it.

What was this list about again? Oh, right.

She types up an answer with a quick few taps before chucking her phone aside and returning to the busy business of baking.

[ The Clown Princess - 20:24: Takes one to know one, boywonderkisser. ]

[dementedspeedster]

@volucerrubidus || [Continued from here]

Thad can't help the laughter that escapes him at seeing Tim so small and tiny. He had no idea what sort of trouble he managed to get into, but he was not going to let him forget this.

Thad kneels down to Tim's height, a shit eating green on his face. "Awwww, but you're soooo tiny. And it's too late from stopping me from seeing it sooooo..." His voice grows sing-songy, "Are you sure you're not going to need some help?" He snickers,

[hxllblazer-a2]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLsohT9X/

"Fuck's this s'posed to mean? Thought you damn kids called it something else these days?"

[blondebatt]

you know that you’re the love of my life? and whatever comes after this.

cinna gets to write timsteph bc I said so / accepting

Most teenaged romances don't end up like this. In fact, she'd argue: most shouldn't. Even in the most normal of circumstances, high school sweethearts and hormonal flings were meant to be that. You grew out of them. You spend time apart, you learn yourself in ways you never could before, independently, and you make room in your life for something new.

Tim Drake isn't the same as he used to be. Neither is she... They've gone through this. They worked it out. They're friends, now. Batgirl and Red Robin swing in to save the day, and there's no lingering feelings in their mature brains and heart. Maybe fist bump or something. Call each other pal, and leave on their separate day-to-day lives.

Why Tim had to ruin this carefully constructed lie while both strapped to a bomb that both of them had desperately been trying to escape for the past eight minutes, to no avail, who freaking knew. The flames around them in the abandoned building made the sweat buckling under her suit almost enough to swim in it. Fire licked at her feet; if the bomb didn't explode first, they'd definitely be swallowed by the heat.

At least she was touching him. And his voice crackled under a broken modulator- it reminded her of when his voice first changed. Dear diary, she imagined writing-- probably in heaven, at this rate-- gone are the days of doodling robin in my notebooks, gone are the days of nasty fights that drove us apart: Tim has finally declared his ever-lasting torch for me. And we're literally about to get torched. How is this my life? This is the part where it finally hits her that this wasn't just a statement, there's an expectation of a response, here.

Stephanie swallows ash and fire in her lungs. Retrospectively, she'd like to lie and say that she wasn't crying, but come on. Why now? Why this way? At this cost? She's crying. And it's pretty gnarly, with the bruises and cuts on her face.

"You're gonna say that and not even have a ring on you?" She weakly jokes, and then lets down the entire wall. She sags, with defeat. Holds him tightly, prays it doesn't hurt as bad as it did the last time she died. Maybe an archeologist would find their bones holding hands or something. That's not how that works. Whatever.

"You're the love of my life, too." Forever, and ever. "Stupid. We can't even stupidly makeout in our suits, one last time."