#tireironmybeloved

[thedickgraysonrp]

Happy Birthday, Jason Todd!

And on that note, I would like to show my appreciation to a wonderful RP partner of mine - who also happens to be portraying an amazing Jason Todd - @tireironmybeloved. We haven't known each other very long but when you click with a RP partner, you just feel it~

I hope we'll get to write many more stories and verses together, and may our Dick and Jason always get into plenty of shenanigans and be up to no good together! ✨

You can regard this post as standalone Jason birthday piece ofc, no obligation to reply.

Dick fishes his phone out of his jacket's pocket, clicking the power button to turn on the screen, and glances at the time for about the fifth or sixth time in the last five minutes.

11:50 PM. Good.

There were still a couple more minutes; he just hoped Jason wasn't going to be late.

He sighs impatiently as he shoves his phone back into the pocket of his dark bomber jacket, reaching to straighten his deep V-neck undershirt by its hems.

The view from this rooftop wasn't the most gorgeous one, considering the building was stuck in the middle of Crime Alley, but one could see the city skyline from afar and the several skyscrapers dotting its scape. It was late at night, and the light pollution was not as bad as it usually was during the earlier hours of the evening; you could even see several stars dotting the dark sky above. Then again, Gotham always had some smog to it; it's what gave it its very noir charm.

Dick would have asked to meet Jason somewhere higher, or somewhere more extravagant. He wanted to celebrate the man for all he deserved, for everything that he meant to him, but both of them knew it would jeopardize their deep undercover mission. They just had the perfect timing, didn't they? Dick's fingers itch to check the time on his phone again, and he's pretty sure it hasn't been even a minute. He continues pacing back and forth, a pep in his step as he does, his stride quick, and his expression impatient.

The fingers of his other hand messed with the handles of a gift bag, which is rather large in size yet doesn't sound as full as its contents rattle around.

It was only when the door to the roof opened that Dick finally halted, a beaming, radiant smile of joy pulling at his lips as he looked at Jason stepping through the threshold of the staircase leading up to the rooftop story. "Hey," he greets, staying in place as a silent offer to come to him instead of the other way around.

"I... Know this is silly. You don't like any grandiose gestures or parties packed with people and all that; in general, I know the subject of your birthday is a touchy one." As far as Dick remembers, Jason never enjoyed celebrating his birthday all that much. Then again, memory may serve him wrong—he hasn't been there for most of his birthdays, after all. "I believe everyone deserves to have their special day celebrated. Especially you. So, um..." Hesitating for only a moment, Dick reaches inside the bag and pulls out a small, pink-covered new book with the title '100 Love Sonnets / Cien Sonetos De Amor by Pablo Neruda', a little red bow glued to the front cover, and holds the book in both his hands.

"I admit I am not as big of a reader as you are, but I found this book and browsed through it a little, and I hope you'll like it. I thought I'd give you a little preview, if you allow me." He looks at Jason with a coy smile, as if asking permission to proceed. Being given just that, he turns to the book again, opens it on a page he had marked earlier with a folded note, and clears his throat before reading:

" I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love as certain things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms, but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers, thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride, so I love you because I know no other way.

than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. "

Done reciting, he closes the book again, letting a moment of silence linger as he stares at the cover. "... I hope you know this is just the tip of the iceberg of how much you mean to me, Jay. I hope that we will get to celebrate many more birthdays together, privately or otherwise. You deserve to be celebrated, and I am happy to be the one who celebrates it with you today. I am happy that you are in my life, and so much more than that." He concludes with a tender, loving smile, before it quickly changes to a surprise.

"Oh! I almost forgot!" He quickly hands the book to Jason before reaching back into the bag and taking out a small box from a local patisserie. "Close your eyes; no peeking!" He urges the other man with a giddy tone.

Dick instructs Jason to open his eyes again, after you could hear the man shuffling things about and struggling with what sounded like trying to light a lighter, and reveals a small pile of gooey, dark chocolate brownies with a large, J shaped candle lit atop of them, holding the box in both his hands for Jason. Dick's phone silently vibrated in his pocket, a set alarm.

00:00, August 16th.

"Happy Birthday, Little Wing." He murmurs softly, his face illuminated by the light of the single candle, emphasizing the affectionate, wide smile. "Make a wish."

[arobinwithoutbatman]

@tireironmybeloved "Just natural part of life, Timbers, for those that enjoy it."

"I'm fine with the idea of sex. My boyfriend and I have had this talk already. I just object to knowing even rumours of my brother's sex life."

[normaltothemax]

[for max] “ i made breakfast. ”

She groans, face pressed into a pillow. Why is she awake? Why did Jason wake her up? Why does he hate her? (She does her very best not to think about what happened the night before. How their friendship's definitely changed forever, if it's not over completely (shit, how badly has she fucked things up between them?). How this is completely new territory and oh god, they're going to have to talk about it, aren't they?)

With a scowl that's really more of a pout, she lifts her head to blink blearily at him. As much as she doesn't want to be awake, there might be a single silver lining.

"Food?"

@tireironmybeloved (x)

[goldentemplariumcrow]

@tireironmybeloved said: "Agreed. Rope is easier to get out of if something goes wrong."

"Sweet Summer child..."

Dio chose rope, because he likes shibari, it has a way of stretching time when he's together with a partner he's invested in, loves to see their reaction to being binded and worked up while one of them is being tied up by the other, even without using it to restrain movements, he just likes to see the ropework on their body, how it adorns while also providing just enough pressure and texture to create something more in the back of their head. It's beautiful, it's Art.

"... please, never change. You're perfect just the way you are." And he's not telling Jason the whole explanation behind that, at all.

[hxllblazer-a2]

[[ i'm so curious how Jason would ping for John, if you feel up for it? that post is so interesting, please feel free to tell me as much or as little about John and magic whenever you want ]]

He understands the touch of death because he's been there, done that, and he's pretty painfully aware of how he must smell to other things that could tell when those that have died should've just stayed dead. It's cold, it's jarring, but he doesn't press about the how or the why because if anyone gets it, it's John.

He still has nightmares of his own incidents like the Devil's hands breaking his ribs and raking through his guts like playdoh or being lost on the streets of London without so much as even a name to know who he was. He knows better than to ask about the details.

[dramatisperscnae]

# [for dick, if you feel like it?]

[Dick's Contact List || Accepting]

Little Wing Ringtone: Poor Man's Poison - Hell's Comin' With Me

[text: Little Wing] I swear to god if you ate the last brownie again [text: Little Wing] I am rearranging all your bookshelves

[thecreativeforge-a]

10 Fandoms/ 10 Characters/ 10 Tags

Baldur's Gate 3: Astarion

Darkest Dungeon: Dismas (Highwayman), Sarmenti/Jingles (Jester), Audrey (Grave Robber)

The Witcher 3: Geralt of Rivia

Critical Role (Campaign 2): Mollymawk (Kingsley) Tealeaf, Essek Thelyss

DC: Richard Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Roy Harper

Red Dead Redemption 2: Arthur Morgan, Sadie Adler

Ace Attorney: Phoenix Wright, Miles Edgeworth

Fullmetal Alchemist: Roy Mustand, Riza Hawkeye

Shingeki no Bahamut Virgin Soul: Charioce XVII, Nina Drango

Naruto: Shikamaru Nara, Temari

( This is way more than 10 and some of these fandoms are SUPER old, but fuck it :u )

Tagged by: @kingofthewebxxx Thank you ❤ Tagging: @rex-rp @ichor-and-magic @curseoffrell @resignedworkaholics (technically same person) @babydxhl @tireironmybeloved @mr007pennyworth @cxpperhead @celerem @eyeless-smiles @kylo-wrecked and whoever else wants to do it!

[normaltothemax]

“None of this is my area of expertise.” There’s no point in lying to him about that. She isn’t even an expert when it comes to her visions, is just sort of along for the ride. “Jesus.” Someone saw him and vanished? That…isn’t exactly a good sign. Isn’t filling Max with a lot of confidence in her decision to try and help him (not that she thinks she’ll even be able to, at this point).

“I have the number Constantine gave me.” The one she’d begrudgingly taken, just in case. The one she doesn’t plan on ever using. “That��s about it. I don’t know anyone else.” Sorry buddy, but she isn’t going to be much help in that department.

She’s already shaking her head before he gets through asking her about seeing some kind of path for him. And yeah, she feels kind of bad about the news she has to give him, but it’s the truth. “That’s not how it works. Not for me, at least, I dunno about anyone else. I don’t…I can’t control what I…see.” Fuck, she really doesn’t like talking about it. “They,” the visions, “just sort of happen. I can’t just make myself have one, let alone one of something specific. Sorry.”

He shakes his head at her question, sighing. "I doubt you can help with that exactly just..." How to explain without dropping way too much on her.

"Clairvoyant is all I know. I know it's not in your area of expertise but even trying to track down anyone else hasn't gotten me much of anywhere. The one other person I found took one look at me and vanished." Which was also pretty terrifying, on multiple levels. What the fuck was he to be able to scare someone like that?

Running his hands through his hair he tries to regather his thoughts. "Do you know anyone else, or some other way to get in touch with him, or anyone? Can you see some kind of path that is more likely to help me figure this out?" can I even die at all now? but that one he keeps to himself and hopes she doesn't have some secret mind reading power or something. That's way too much to drop on anyone. "Any kind of lead or something that will at least get me started is all I need, and you're the last one I have before I have to start poking into trying magic myself."

[arobinwithoutbatman]

❛ i’m replaceable. you’re not. ❜

"Who the hell put that idea in your head?! No no no, sit down. We're talking about this and depending on your answer, I'll be giving one or several people concussions. I don't care if you're not my Jason, that's a completely incorrect thought and I will beat it out of you if I have to."

[normaltothemax]

[for max, intern verse or magic verse up to you] “If you aren’t someone the church wanted dead three hundred years ago, are you really living?”

"We both know why the church would've wanted you dead—you're an affront to god Himself." She can make jokes too, Jason, see? Look at her go. "But what did I do?" A beat. "Is this because I showed you my ankle?" The ankle she'd sprained and needed him to wrap for her because she kept fucking it up somehow? The ankle that was now elevated with an ice pack because the Waynes were all a bunch of mother hens? That ankle? "It is, isn't it? Oh, your poor, virgin eyes. I'm sure you're scarred for life, now."

@tireironmybeloved (x)

[goldentemplariumcrow]

@tireironmybeloved continued from here

Another week, another morning starts, and Dio is looking for a place where he could get a semi-decent breakfast after a twelve hours flight back to America and a last minute transfer from New York to Gotham City. Abstergo Industries truly has a thing for sending him around, but at least this time they're also giving him some idea of how long he'll be in the city, and the possibility of having the time extended if things go well, so he's taking the chance — anything to be stationary for longer than two or three months.

He's looking at his phone's screen for directions to a cafe nearby when the message pops up on his phone... from a dating app? Seems like his brother is back on his old tricks to try to get him to see new people, which is cute and makes Dio smile when he remembers his voice, but also has him questioning if it's a good idea.

Either way, he opens the app and has a quick look on Jason's profile. Not bad at all in appearance, age range to himself is good, and it looks like he's nearby.

"Eh, why not? I got nothing to do." His finger swipes right on the screen and the message saying "It's a match!" pops as the chat screen is unlocked in the app.

Now to the awkward part... how to break the silence? Dio waits for a message for a few minutes, this Jason guy made the first move, so he might as well start the conversation, right?

[hxllblazer-a2]

“ i don’t think my legs work again yet. ” [[ i was gonna be good and not send but then THAT PAGE. zombie boy complications? something else? idk have fun with it ]] || @tireironmybeloved

“I’ll take that as a compliment then.” Or something akin to that. Maybe. John though was a bit busy sorting through the contents of a pocket to really mind or care much. Wallet, lighter, cigarettes, bag of oddities that clearly shouldn’t fit for how big the pocket was, a flask—

And eventually he made a small noise of success and pulled out what appeared to be a relatively decent sized bottle of Jack Daniels. Where and why? Well… he had his reasons.

“I’ll be going.” A beat, followed by a swig from the bottle before setting it on the floor. “Y’ can keep the bottle. I got four more.”

[dramatisperscnae]

👁‍🗨- Talk about someone/something you like, but pretend to dislike🍻- For something bad/mischievous you did as a child or teen that your parents don’t know about [for Dick, in return <3]

[Send a thing, get a secret || accepting]

👁‍🗨- Talk about someone/something you like, but pretend to dislike

"Listen. Cooking is effort. I'm not even that good at it, so why bother going to all the trouble when I can just microwave something or order out? Faster, easier, far less clean-up involved, what's not to like?"

In truth he actually not only likes to cook on occasion but he's damn good at it. He's just also a lazy little gremlin who doesn't want to put forth the effort without good reason, so he usually eats like a college student unless Alfred [or Jason] ensures otherwise.

🍻- For something bad/mischievous you did as a child or teen that your parents don’t know about

"So I don't actually know whether my folks knew or not, but I used to sneak all the broccoli off my plate when I was little and hide it in a napkin or something until I could feed it to the elephants so I wouldn't have to eat it. Never was much of a fan. It's grown on me since, though...especially since that trick didn't exactly work once Bruce took me in, so I had to get used to eating it regardless."

[normaltothemax]

He’s quiet as he searches the walls, looking for anything strange, anything that doesn’t belong. Red Hood. He can’t say the name rings a bell. Then again, with the number of heroes that’ve cropped up over the years, that’s not all that surprising. He’ll have to have Stark run the name when he gets out of here.

Whoever he is—and he seems a bit cagey about that, what with the whole “private group” thing; something to look into later?—he’s right. They did come for the same reasons. Clint isn’t here on a sanctioned mission, SHIELD or Avengers. He’s here because people in his neighbourhood have been disappearing (and he prays to god he doesn’t see anyone he knows, down here).

The question is, what name does he give him? Red Hood clearly doesn’t recognize his face, but he’ll probably recognize the codename. He’s not sure he wants the Avengers to be tied to the shit he plans on doing once they get out of here. “Clint,” he eventually decides on. His identity’s technically known, so it’s not like he’s blowing his cover, but without a last name, there’s less of a chance of Red Hood figuring out who he really is. “Any luck, over there?”

"I had to make one eventually today." He mutters. Coming to this hell hole certainly didn't feel like one at the moment.

The wall under his fingers is smooth, the only seems clearly just regular panels. Still they have to come... clear out the room somehow. So he presses on, methodically. He can hear the other guy trying his comms, and pauses to do the same, tapping to run through the channels and see if there's any kind of sign or signal. dead air, all around. Not that he expected anything else after hearing the failure of connection on the other side of the room, but better to try.

"Red Hood. I'm with... a private group I guess you could say. And you?" He stops at an odd irregularity, pressing and feeling for if it's anything as he talks. "I reckon I'm here for the same reason as you. People have been going missing, and I tracked a lead here. I don't take nicely to people from my city being hurt, especially k-.... Yeah."

[thecreativeforge-a]

RULES: Bold what always applies. Italicize what could apply / applies only to some verses.

Rashad

Killed Someone Under Orders  | Had Someone Killed On Their Orders | Killed Someone In Self Defence | Spared Someone’s Life | Invented Something  | Been Hungover | Kissed Someone | Slow-Danced | Been In A Long-Term Relationship | Had Sex | Had Sex And Regretted It | Had A One-Night Stand | Had A Threesome | Experimented With Their Sexuality | Had A Kid | Adopted A Kid | Wanted To Have A Family With Someone | Done Something On Impulse They Regretted | Gone Traveling | Had A Bounty Put On Them | Eaten An Insect | Been Groped By A Stranger | Been Groped By Someone They Know | Been Dumped | Dumped Someone | Smoked | Gotten High | Flirted With Someone To Get Free Drinks | Put Someone In A Headlock | Won A Bet | Lost A Bet | Forgiven Someone Who Wronged Them | Indulged In Petty Revenge | Hallucinated | Has A Noticeable Physical Defect | Gotten A Noticeable Scar | Been Permanently Disfigured Through Injury | Kneed Someone In The Groin | Had An Unattainable Crush | Laughed Themselves To The Point Of Tears | Been Kidnapped | Been Brainwashed/Hypnotised | Had A Recurring Nightmare | Been Bullied  | Bullied Someone | Experienced Survivor’s Guilt | Been Tied/Chained Up | Given Someone A Massage | Received A Massage | Been Backed Up Against A Wall | Shot Someone | Stabbed Someone | Saved Someone’s Life | Cheated On Someone | Been Cheated On | Been In An Open Relationship | Had A Friendship With Benefits | Been In A Queerplatonic Relationship | Had A Stalker | Been Betrayed | Been A Traitor | Been Possessed | Been In A Bar Fight | Been Thrown Out Of A Bar | Been Arrested | Broken Out Of Jail | Been To A Funeral | Been To A Brothel | Had Surgery | Broken Someone’s Trust | Broken Someone’s Heart | Had Their Heart Broken | Broken/Damaged Something Out Of Anger | Broken/Damaged Something Out Of Spite | Gotten A Piercing | Gotten A Tattoo | Used A Fake Name | Been Beaten Up | Been Tortured/Tortured Others | Been Abused | Been Blackmailed | Gotten Away With A Crime | Framed Someone Else For A Crime They Committed | Shared A Bed Platonically | Been In Love |  Suffered From Sleep Paralysis | Been Forced To Flee Their Home | Learned A New Language | Joined A Rebellion |  Fought On The Losing Side Of A War | Fought On The Winning Side Of A War | Become A Godparent | Become An Aunt/Uncle

Tagged by: Myself :D

Tagging: @resignedworkaholics @dramatisperscnae @eyeless-smiles @babydxhl @masquenoire (or whichever ofyour muses you'd like) @rex-rp (whichever muse you want~) @thegirlwondcr @tireironmybeloved @lotsofchutzpah @kylo-wrecked and whoever else wants to do it!

[misstisalir]

Closed Starter | Jason

@tireironmybeloved

"Well, that was a choice...I am not sure I would have done it quite this way."