#he shoukd keep the helmet

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

What the fuck do you mean he woke up in his coffin alive, with like all of his injuries from his death, cracked open the wooden lid of his casket with nothing but a belt buckle and his hands, dug 6 feet out, while running out of oxygen, walked 12 and a half miles (and then maybe got hit by a car??!?)

And then during his Robin run, there was of course when he got beat up by the Joker and then got up to get the ropes off his mom

In legends he got beat up by an angry mob, was hospitalized, looks like he has a head injury as well as a broken arm and leg, and he just. Walks out and manages to find his way to the next gathering angry mob to try and stop em

He will not stay down and he will throw himself back into it as soon as he physically can, sooner sometimes

[jellydishes]

for all the oc babelords, a choice of question: best date u have been on, or favorite gift u have ever received

tsurin tabris would shift, emotions settling into the downturn of her mouth. "i dont..." her expression would draw down, and she'd clutch her elbows tightly to her chest. "that's a high story you want to dig outta me. i dunno if i should..." a frown, before a sigh and a hand dragged through her thick, tightly curled hair. "silence," she shoukd say at last. "i was losing grasp on, everything, makin an embarrassment of myself, and here comes, i dunno some giant stick bug with nice hair, makes himself all comfort next to me and says... he says nothing. doesn't pity me or offer secondhand words he borrowed from a hundred people what ain't me, and it just... i needed to hear that. and had for a long time. so i guess it's that."

ludte hawke would instantly avert her gaze, chin thrusting out in a way that looked to be more comforting to her than threatening for anybody else. "i supposed its.... look, i'm not. practiced at that kind of. stuff. but o w day i was... tired. isabela and fenris took me on a boat in the sea for a few hours, and we had breakfast and run on a tiny island." a pause, filled with the unspoken. "not a lot of people do things just because they want to help me, and they did. i remember it."

belluel trevelyan would keep moving about signing various documents spread throughout the war room. "see you got my very clever message of a summons sent by the official courier i didn't know we had. you're welcome, by the way. and, ah. i suppose the great gift i've gotten is.... you." her mouth trembles, and she looks down at the nap instead of ag you or her shaking hands. "however you definite what we have, what hatters is that you stay. that you care about my answers when you ask how i am. it isn't just a pleasantry. you got my cousin back to me, alive. so. it's you. you are... a true friend to me, and i.... i haven't had many of those." another pause, and shrugs and looks away sharply just slowly enough you spotted tears welling up in her eyes, obviously ending the conversation

sorrow shepard looked up. the sleek lines of his kestrel helmet expertly disguising any emotion he wore on his face beneath it. "it wouldn't be fair to call either of my first times out with garrus or kaidan a first date, but i suppose they were," he said. there was slight delay as he helmet digitized his voice to remove his stutter, making his voice have an odd, metallic quality that was not unlike a turian's. "we earned trust from those first missions. what their character was like, exchanged jokes. that sounds like most of the longest running relationships i'd had before, which was. somewhat shorter. having someone like those two near, even if they indented to be gone soon after-" he cut himself off and shook his head. "next question, please."

bethany hawke wpuld smile down at her hands; if you looked closely however, that smile was stiff and shaking. "i don't think giving me false hope about that would help anyone right now," she told you with quite a bit more than a tinge of frustration tinged grief in every word. "i have seen love sour, children taken away for being mages. i wouldn't ever do that to a family, let alone a family of one."

zevran arainai tapped his foot back and forth on the edge of the desk far faster than his usual. "i think i shall choose to say the gloves the warden gifted me with. They reminded me so much of my mother, of sone who cared about me enough to see my first breath, even as..." he paused before offering a dazzling smile. "The answer has to be 'giving my life" then, doesn't it? Problem solved. Answer, given. Foid, i. search of. Better going me, before Sten lifts his head to spot his daily muffins"