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[raybeam-littlebean]

In the spirit of Suicide Prevention Month, I'm going to share some stories from my life that my brother has done and project that onto the bat fam because these are my actual headcanons for them too

Anyways, I think Dick/Jason make food in large portions on purpose and don't eat all of it so they can hand it off to their younger siblings when they see the sibling hasn't eaten in a while

I think they both do it, but Jason definitely does it the most. I have a headcanon that he's the better cook out of the boys, from the time on his own and with his mom. Like, he'll cook a meal that is easy on the stomach, but definitely very nutritious, and when he 'can't finish it' he hands it off to Dick, Tim, Damian, Cass, just whoever he sees hasn't eaten in a while. The depressed kind of doesn't eat, forget to eat kind of thing.

And he notices, he always notices. He might not be at the manor a lot or with his siblings a lot, but he notices the little things that are off. The others probably don't even notice that he does this, not at first anyway. Tim probably thinks he poisoned the food somehow. But it's usually the best meal they've ever tasted, and no, not after Alfred, it's literally the best because it's made by Jason.

Another story is maybe that Jason becomes perhaps a little more emotionally available when one of his siblings comes to him for support? He's definitely their last resort, he knows that and is completely okay with that. But if Dick isn't available, someone needs to do it.

He freezes like a cockroach on a wall when the lights turned on, wondering if he stands still long enough they'll go away. They don't and he reluctantly, yet softly, tries his best to be careful with the broken pieces of his sibling to put them back into some kind of order so they can leave. He doesn't even know what it's about, not really, he doesn't ask and most times they don't even say. He just.. holds them, holds their hand, gives them a minute to just cry into the darkness and know that at least they're not alone while they sit in it. Not like him, never like he was.

[raybeam-littlebean]

Wild ass shit, you guys

I just got a new job a few days ago and while walking to work, I found a bird in the grass that wasn't doing too hot but didn't look visibly injured?? I was very confused why it was there and so worried so I brought it back into my apartment while on the phone with a wildlife rescue and I put it safely in a box

For context later, I have two roommates— Both roommates were out, one at work and the other at a friend's. So I left a note on the box for the one that I knew would come home eventually before i got off work. Apparently, he got home early and freaked the fuck out there was a black box from seemingly nowhere standing alone on the coffee table with a note with big 'DO NOT OPEN, PLEASE GOD DONT— DONT GET RID OF IT, LET ME SAVE HIM'

In my panic to get the little guy in a box and not be late for work, I had neglected to write in the note what was actually in the box.. (I also forgot about my other roommate's cat. Halfway through my walk and started panic calling all my friends and roommates that I thought would pick up to please go watch the bird for me and don't let the cat eat it.) The roommate in question has a bug phobia and I have a penchant to collect bugs so he was convinced I brought something huge home. No, it was a bird and he seemed much more chill about that.

Finished my shift, called the rescue back to get information on what to do with the bird. Rescue said that I happened to stumble upon a Clapper Rail! They're adorable and you should look it up because I've literally never seen one a day in my life. His name is Kiwi, and I get to take him to the vet today (this all happened yesterday) because the specialist vet he needs is over an hour away.

Anyways, that's my storytime and now I'm thinking about Damian Wayne because no one was surprised when I said I brought a bird home to rescue it.

[raybeam-littlebean]

I need more Midwestern Clark, more Clark with accent, more Bruce trying to figure out what his country bumpkin boyfriend is saying

I’m not saying Bruce should be capable of figuring out Superman’s secret identity right away every time, but Superman managing to turn “Did you eat?” into one syllable should have been a clue.

[raybeam-littlebean]

#cishet > bisexual > straight > heterosexual biromantic > pansexual > asexual > demigirl > asexual panromantic

LGBTQ+ folk what was your gender/sexuality pipeline?

[raybeam-littlebean]

would you write birdflash? maybe hurt dick and protective wally/batfam?

✨️ BirdFlash my beloved ✨️

Yes, I will definitely write for my favorite ADHD boys and have their neurodivergent rambles bounce off each other

I'll probably make this a one shot, a little warm up for bigger projects as they come in

Dick being hurt is inevitable, and he'd down play that shit so hard– Wally will never tire of helping him, but he really wishes the man would stop

[raybeam-littlebean]

A little help, please??

Okay, I have decided I will dabble in fanfiction

So, as any great business person should do, I will ask for options from the consumers themselves

Is there any ships or plots you guys would like to see more of? Any niche topic you want to consume more of? Any fic ideas you have had that you know you're not going to do yourself so you don't mind sharing?

Go ahead and just tell me whatever in the comments, I really want to know so I can deliver good results!

"Rules" under break:

(Slight TW)

Note: I will not do any p3do ships/incest ships, just. No. I am willing to do aus as well, even if they're incredibly niche— You can tell me about it and I can try my hand!

Anything is on the table until I say it's off the table, meaning 'Dead Dove Do Not Eat' stuff, just because I think it's easier to be inclusive and then mark out stuff I will not do as suggestions come in

If you think your suggestion is too riskay, or you're shy to have it seen by others, go ahead and message me and I'll tell you if I'll do it or not!

I think that's pretty much it, these are just loose guidelines, so anything else, go off!

[raybeam-littlebean]

I want so badly to start writing fan fiction so bad but the Ao3 curse is so real, I'm certain..

My life can't get any worse right now, I would combust and my friends would miss me

I'd write DC fanfics with ships, but also just little Au stories around the family and stuff

I'm thinking my about posting them here instead, like fucking Twitter thread fics 😂

Would anyone be interested in that? Is there any other accounts that already do that?? I haven't found any

[raybeam-littlebean]

Thinking more on that one panel of Dick licking a random white substance at a crime scene and being like "yep, cocain" or whatever the fuck

Everyone freaking out about how the hell Dick "golden boy" Grayson knows what drugs taste like

Some people would be like, "he was a teenager once, you guys— he probably tried it during a rebellious phase" and "who amongst us hasn't tried illegal drugs?"

And to that I answer me

But also

I don't think he tried them on his own volition

I think it was part of his training with the Bat

Because like, even when you're a cop, and you get a drug sample, you have a wait a while for the results to come back for anything

And out on the field, you only got what you can carry on your person

So it would only make sense that Bruce made it part of Dick's training to know what drugs smell like what, what they taste like, and what they do

Now, with that out of the way, the next question would be *how* Bruce got ahold of these drugs

An obvious answer is probably he got it from one of his drug busts before the cops got there

A little heroin here, a little coke there, whose to know? Whose to tell if he took something or not?

Sure sure, easy, accessible, fast

But. Alternatively.

What if Bruce actually bought the drugs himself with his billionaire money

Think about it, not only is it the funniest shit, but also, it lowkey helps with his ditzy nepobaby playboy whatever the fuck he has going on

A billionaire wants drugs for his rich friends at his next gala? Sounds exactly like what a guy who owns practically 3/4 of Gotham would do

And maybe he uses it for a drug bust later, but like, he wants those rumors to circulate a little first

[raybeam-littlebean]

God damn, I haven't posted in a while—

In the spirit of sharing, I'm posting more projections onto Jason about food insecurities

I already talked about how he probably has an insecurity to drinks. Anything with a lid will never be completely drank, no matter how many drinks he has stockpiled

Now, I want to say he probably has something against hot liquids

Hot soups, hot drinks, just anything too warm. If it's enough to bring some kind of irritation to the skin if spilt, then he won't touch it

"Eat it or you'll wear it" seems like a phrase he's probably heard of a bunch, if food was made at all. Poured on him for disobedience, having to nurse burn wounds or skin irritations

Besides, he's gotten so used to his meals coming to him cold that he probably can't tolerate extreme temperatures

Alfred learns quickly to make cold tea and keep cold drinks around for the poor boy. Even if it hurts his poor English heart to make tea "wrong".

Ice tea exists for a reason

[raybeam-littlebean]

October 20th - October 26th, 2025

Monday, October 20th - Alternate First Meeting // Villain AU

Tuesday, October 21st - Pretend Relationship // Teasing

Wednesday, October 22nd - Genderbending // Costume Swap

Thursday, October 23rd - Domesticity // Vanilla

Friday, October 24th - Space // Underwater

Saturday, October 25th - Halloween Costumes // Date Night

Sunday, October 26th - Monster & Monster Hunter // Wedding

Purpose?

Continuing to celebrate the BartKon Renaissance in the modern era. Since the ship has historically been a rarepair since its conception in the 1990's, this fanweek acts as both a way to celebrate the BartKon narrative in DC Comics, as well as engage new fans in our small yet mighty collective.

Why should we participate in this?

Because you like BartKon. Because you saw fanfiction and fanart and shitposts, and decided you wanted to see what's poppin' in the BartKonosphere. All creators are welcome. Our romcom lovers, the darkfic connoisseurs, and of course, our smut specialists.

So how does it work?

The release date for fanworks is from Monday, the 20th of October through Sunday, the 26th of October, 2025. 

You have over four months to write, draw, and create fanworks. On top of fanfiction and fanart, we also encourage meta, essays, ship manifestos, playlists, and poetry.

Please be courteous and treat each other with respect when engaging with fanworks and their creators. If you misbehave, I will be cursing you with gastrointestinal issues and toothaches for the rest of your life.

BartKon of ANY comic book universe is acceptable. If you want to spend the entire fanweek exploring Luthor-El and Bart because you love horrific love, then be my guest! If you want a crazed version of Bart to kidnap Kon from Gemworld, go for it! Let that imagination run WILD!!!

Both safe and not-safe-for-tunglr dot hell tropes are welcome. Just make sure that you post any Mature content on a landing page that doesn't restrict Mature content (like AO3). I don’t want anyone getting their blog banned. We cannot defeat our capitalist overlords, but we can definitely work around them.

This fanweek will not have a dedicated blog. These prompts are free for anyone to use. Because it is a non-traditional, non-monetized, and free-to-opt-in casual event, there will be no mods but moi, no advertising of paid services, and no ratings or participant restrictions. I will open a collection on AO3 in October for anyone who wants their work collated for this event.

In order to ensure that both creators and the audience are making informed decisions about what they engage with, all creators are encouraged to include triggers and any other squick warnings. 

Please utilize the read-more function for fanworks that are longer than 250 words. We're tryna read yer stories, not get spammed with a wall of text. Please Be Courteous.

And last but not least - if you are engaging with any of the fanworks, reblog, reblog, reblog! Share the work with your followers. Comment on fics! Send all the love to the creators for crafting their masterpieces!!

What can I contribute?

Fanart (standalones, comic strips, etc.), fanfiction (one-shots, multichapter, etc.), fanmixes, gifsets, graphics, meme collections, fanvids, ship essays and meta, songifics, playlists, poetry, whatever your heart desires! Go wild!!!

Can I create/write not-safe-for-tunglr dot hell content?

Yes!!! All creators are encouraged to include triggers warnings, sub-genre specifications, and other warnings in their posts. I will not discourage you from writing your 16k Bart Goes Insane Over Kon fic, but please... Be Courteous and tag your fanworks appropriately so people can make an informed decision about what they're comfortable with engaging with.

What does (X) prompt mean?

Each day has two prompts!! You can either pick a prompt OR you can combine prompts in different ways. I challenge you to let your imagination run wild!

To reiterate, mainstream canon, Elsewords, and AU content is all acceptable! Creativity is key! Have fun!!!

Can I crackship/multiship/harem/OT3/polyam the characters?

No. It's literally BartKon Week. There's like six active fans left on this bitch of an earth. Don't do this to me :'<

Does this have a tag?

During release week, use the general “bartkon” and "konbart" tags to share your work with the wider BartKon fandom on tunglr. You can use whatever other tags you fancy. The best way to share, however, is to directly @ me so that I may reblog it.

I didn’t read a damn thing before this, Ava.

TL;DR: Over four months until the fanweek!!! For all fanwork creators out there, now’s the time to start thinking about what prompts you want to utilize for your creations. There are no creative restrictions, but I do ask that you follow these posting tips:

All fanfiction should be under a read-more.  

Not-safe-for-tunglr fanwork should be LINKED to whatever landing site the content is being hosted on (Twitter, AO3, etc). This includes both fanfiction and fanart. I don’t want your blog getting flagged bc tunglr hates gay people.

Provide content warnings for all triggers, squicks, and sub-genres. Please list content warnings on your work but do not be discouraged in sharing your work. If a fancop gets on your ass, block them. If they keep bothering you, tell them their mom's a hoe.

You can participate as much as you want!! Maybe you only wanna create for one day? Cool! Maybe you’re an overachieving corporate clown insomniac like myself, and wanna create for every day of the week? Go for it!!! 

The most important thing is to have fun :)

Closing Remarks

Like all my other events I host, this event, too, is entirely selfish. I've loved BartKon since I was a child when I was first introduced to it in the form of Bart/Clark on Smallville. Although I only recently came back to reading DC's mainline comics, BartKon still holds a special place in my heart even after all these years, and the few who still create and engage in their fanworks inspired me to host a little something-something for our small community.

Take your time, look through the prompts, and get your creative juices flowing! I will be sending out reminders until the go-live date.

For the people who showed interest during the initial interest check, I hope you're able to participate. To the people who hate me, your mom's a hoe. Thank you.

[raybeam-littlebean]

More updates– God, it feels like I haven't been here in forever

I changed Ray Flores' name from Pitch Black to Void

I literally made this change because I realized that there was this 'Pitch Black' character from this guardians movie I watched as a kid so I thought it better to change their name

Only.. for Thunderbolts to come out and everyone is obsessed with The Void and shit but I refuse to change the name again

Rokyn's name is still very much staying the same, SuperNova is just hella fucking cool, especially given the special powers I'm giving them

One thing I am thinking about changing is their gender, which I want to see if I can get away with making them intersex

Yes, I said get away with because I tried to make an intersex oc in my youth but got so much hate for literally no reason– But I'm not a kid, nor a little bitch, so I'm doing it

Oh! And my speedster, not so speedster oc, who I named Powerhouse gets a name change as well to Kilowatt

Also, he gets an actual name– It's Benjamin Theodore Bennett because it's so silly, but he'll go by Benji for the most part

[raybeam-littlebean]

Rules | Playlist | Playlist Guide | AO3 Collection | Discord

Prompts Day 1: "You can't kill something that's already dead." | Haunted | Lazarus Pit Day 2: Magical/Meta Jason Todd | Wing AU | "Robin gives me magic." Day 3: Accidental Child Acquisition | Pre-Robin Jason Todd | Coming of Age Day 4: "No one's coming." | The Batarang Incident | Loss Day 5: Jason Meets Damian in the League of Assassins | Soulmate AU | Escape Day 6: All-Caste Jason Todd | Punching Bag | A Good Soldier Day 7: Identity Reveal | Amnesia | FREE PROMPT Alternate Prompts: "Don't touch them." | College Student Jason Todd | Criminal Underworld

Jason Todd Week Summer 2025 will run July 28th – August 3rd, 2025!

There will be two aspects to this event:

The main part is the prompt challenges. You can use one, two, or three of a day's prompts—it's up to you! If you don't like any of the given prompts for a day, you can substitute one of the Alternate Prompts. In general, you can interpret each prompt however loosely you want, and for quote prompts, you definitely don't have to use the exact quote. If you want make something for Jason Todd Week that doesn't fit any of the prompts, don't panic! You can use the "FREE PROMPT" on the final day to post any Jason Todd work you want. Each prompt also has a song corresponding to it in the playlist. There is also a playlist guide so that you can know what songs there are if you don't use Spotify.

The secondary aspect is another opportunity to participate if you don't feel comfortable creating art, writing, or other media. Each day of the week, there will be a be an open-ended question about your opinions/ideas related to Jason Todd that you can respond to. For example, "What is your favorite Jason Todd headcanon?"

If you post on Tumblr, you can use the tag #jtwsummer2025 or @ this blog (@jason-todd-week). There's also an AO3 collection (Jason_Todd_Week_Summer_2025).

For your filtering, this blog will tag reblogs with #reblogs, the day, the prompt(s), media type, any non-Jason characters, any romantic or sexual ships (with full character name/full character name as well as ship name if I know it), and any warnings. Anything explicit will be tagged #explicit. Example: #reblogs #day 6 #scars #enemy to caretaker #fic #tim drake #gun violence. Please filter out tags you don’t want to see.

Because I am not able to read/see every work posted (due to time constraints and personal boundaries), some warnings or characters may be untagged if they are not in the original post’s tags.

Feel free to join the Discord!

[raybeam-littlebean]

Wrote some more! So happy with how my writing is coming out

It's literally been years, but my friend is really challenging me and I'm so grateful

Sharing a little something I wrote for her oc, it's Tim Drake of course

Based on the song mash up of Colors by Halsey and Like We Do by Allie X

If I keep getting better, I might actually start on that fanfic or writing things here

God, can you hear me?

Tim wasn't a religious man by any means, the thought of it made no real sense to him. Though, he supposed it was just something to comfort those that needed hope in trying times. He understood the need of hope, of trying times. Like right now at this God forsaken gala, his need of hope came in the form of a slender champagne glass.

He really should be used to these by now, being born and raised in high society. Sure, his parents were often away too often to hold such things themselves, but at the ripe age of twelve; Bruce had put him in a suit and shoved him onto the dance floor. It was high time he had put those ballroom dance classes to good use, he supposed. He remembered when the older ladies of society would coo and awe at him, smothering him with unwanted attention and offending perfumes.

The brunette looked at the watch on his wrist, it had barely been five minutes since the last time he had looked at it. He watched the ticking of the second hand make its way around and the minute hand twitched. He'd rather be out on the street getting new head traumas to add to the list than be anywhere near here. It's not like it's unreasonably unbearable this time around, at least he got the ladies to go away this time.

Not the older ones of Tim's youth, they had long since dwindled away, but ones nearing his own age. Ones that think they ever even had a chance he'd look in their direction, let alone show intrest. He almost felt sorry for them. Almost. He swirled the pale golden liquid in his glass impatiently, watching how the carbonation activated with the movement and bubbles made their way to the surface. He was always like this, rushing schedules and never allowing himself time to catch his breath. As if he'd run out of time sooner than people expected of some twenty something ward of a billionaire.

It was moments like these that he'd remember a gentle voice reminding him to slow down. Well, it was more of a pleading giggle as the two grappled through dark Gotham streets and running over rooftops. He remembered lilac eyes and how the sky seemed jealous enough to attempt an imitation of such colors at dawn to drag his attention away. It never could get the color right, even so, his favorite would have still been the original.

How they'd talk until voices were hoarse or until Bruce called him back home. Making him feel like an overflowing sink instead of the closed off middle child he had made a reputation of being. That's not to say the girl, Mirabelle, had been perfect. He was bored with such clichés. She wasn't, she was as flawed as they come, ripped at every edge and the paint was fading, but she was a masterpiece of frayed edges and contradicting lines. Back to a time where everything was full of color, of blue, of *her*.

As flawed as they both were, she was every piece he had been missing. It was like Mirabelle was the only thing between him and a buildings edge sometimes. Figuratively, of course, if Bruce caught wind of that– When he climbed too high, when he teetered on edge of drowning in a hell of his own making and every overwhelming thought or improbable contingency; Mirabelle was there to drag his ass back. And vice-versa, the amount of times he's been her punching bag when emotions got high, the times he held her before she could collapse.. They were living proof that–

Tim was startled from his thoughts at the sound of a laugh that his subconscious had clocked as the Joker. Only for his head to snap up at the table it had seemed to come from, it being only a rich millionaire laughing at a joke that probably wasn't even funny with people that had no real interest in small talk, just the deep pockets he wore. The slow breath he let out was to calm the adrenaline shaking his hand and subsequently, his drink. He downed his little need of hope, now lukewarm and disgusting in the time he held it in his warm hands.

The vigilante in disguise had let his head run wild a little too much tonight. It was a way of distracting himself, sure, but there was no need to dream this up. To keep digging up old memories that where better left untouched. Such joys were taken from him, just as she had taken all sort of color when she had left. Everything was a dull grey, his life casted in a gothic monochrome just as the city he protected was. Every dream he could have had, every frilly ambition, was now a lowly pipe dream.

Even so.. He still remembered how the early morning sun danced in lilac eyes, how the pinks and the orange had nothing of the rosy blush of her cheeks. He wasn't a religious man, but Mirabelle was the closest to an angel he'd ever come in contact with. It was almost enough to make him thank whatever higher power above for letting him even catch a glimpse of–

Tim groans as he runs a hand through raven hair, nearly pulling at the roots. He was getting too deep into clichés now. It had been better to pretend she hadn't been real at all, it avoided the feeling of longing every time he woke up and it wasn't with her. He grabbed another champagne glass from a waiter passing by, he's sure Bruce wouldn't mind..

He'll never feel that free again. He had forgotten what it felt life, actually having fun with the job he had chosen for himself when he was dumb and obsessed. The way he rolled with Mirabelle had been nothing he'd felt before, in any other hero partner or.. regular partner. When he had every wall up, every door lock, every window barred; she came crashing through a ceiling to get to him. He admired the persistence. He thought she'd be satisfied after that, but she wasn't. Not until every touch healed him of wounds he didn't even know he had.

Color.. Where she was blue and she liked him because he was red. And when she touched him, they became something of a lilac sky. Despite how much Tim had come to utterly adore such a beautiful color.. Mirabelle decided that lilac just wasn't for her.

He downed another glass. Trying times indeed.

[raybeam-littlebean]

Hey, I made something yesterday and I'm low key so proud of it

My friend is trying to get me into writing again and so I wrote this little like.. reader x Bart things because I could

Anyways, it's based off the song dirty little secret by nessa barret and I would like some feedback...

Bart's dirty little secret was that he played with people's feelings. Did that make him a sociopath? He definitely felt like it sometimes.. But no. He wasn't, he knew that were a clarity. How else could he be a hero? No, it didn't make sense— He should back up. It would make more sense that way.

Bart didn't play nice, not all the time. Growing up in a virtual reality, a simulation, would do that to a person. Detaching them from reality itself, from people, from consequences. After all, what do consequences really mean when you could just.. reset? When you could pause when you want, skip, rewind at any point. It was pointless, not even consequences. So, just imagine when someone gave him their heart, only for him to treat it like a game.

"You can't stay the night, so," The speedster doesn't even look at his.. visitor as he runs a hand awkwardly through his auburn brown hair. His voice was a bit strained, softer than the usual energy that it held. "I'll call you a car."

It was hard, the transition from the only things he's ever known to the real world. Change, it was something he experienced constantly. Growing at an accelerated rate would do that. The lack of permanence in his life, maybe that's why he jumped from interesting person to interesting person like a kid in a candy shop. A bird in a jewelry store– He's getting off topic.

All this to say, he shouldn't be taking the transition so hard. And yet, he still catches himself and slip ups. Trying to rewind, to fast forward, to pause, only to realize he was no longer in the simulation his grandmother put him in to help him mature. *Mature*. What a laughable concept.. How much he really wants to *skip* right now, for grife sake.

"Didn't even mean for this to ever get this far," As if that made up for playing with [reader], their feelings. No matter how guilty he felt about it, something he's starting to figure out as well. He never had to feel guilty before, he never had to worry about others feelings or how they'd react because they were *fake*. They weren't real, not really, perhaps based on real people and real scenarios but not.. real. They didn't have feelings for him to consider before, not until.. them.

"Can't we keep it in the dark?" Bart finally looks back at [reader] finally for the first time since those three little words slipped from lips he knew a little too intimately. The only light in his bedroom coming from the full moon filtering through the blinds of his window, determined to shine a spotlight on his crimes. The look on their face makes him feel like he was asking them to die rather than just keep this a secret from mutual friends.

"Don't you look at me like that, it's just too real," He almost begged, his emerald eyes looked darker in the dim room as they filtered around anywhere but them once again. He was ashamed, is that what this was? How his face flushed, his heart hammering like he just went for a run. He felt like running, the way his feet shifting, weight swaying. He swallows thickly, throat bobbing, deep breath. It's not like he's hasn't done this before, but why does it feel harder this time?

It felt so better when he didn't know the way they felt. When it was just something fun and loose, fast and easy. When he didn't have to be the one, when they didn't have to be in love. The both of them? No, that wasn't right, he wasn't in love. That wasn't something he could do, not something he was capable of, right? If he was, he would have been by now... right? It was just them, just [reader] that was in love with him. Or maybe just the idea. That made him feel better. Barely.

"Let's keep it discreet, sneaking out the backdoor," It was closer escape, they didn't have to pass through so many bedrooms that way. No risk at waking anyone up. He moves to reach for his phone in order to call them that Uber, the ride home. It was the least he could do, right? Especially after those tears that looked like they were threatening to fall from their eyes.

They were so into him, what you doing that for? The brunette didn't want to be the one. He wasn't, he thought he had made that much clear. With all his actions, his fumbles, his mistakes– Couldn't they see how he was no good? How he couldn't do anything right? He liked their attention, he loved attention from just about anyone, especially when he was bored. He doesn't know when the intentions changed, when [reader]'s feelings developed, when they started to wish he was theirs..

But that's not what he called them for.

It was Bart's dirty little secret and that's how he wanted to keep it. No matter how sick it made him, his stomach churning. His hands seemed to shake as he held his phone, fingers hesitating over the buttons. He didn't want [reader] to leave this time..

[raybeam-littlebean]

"TWO BAD BITCHES AT THE SAME DAMN TIME–"

And it's Jason Todd and Roy Harper

This is what I'm getting from my last two posts, all of my tragic romance skills are being flooded into these two

I need to find more writings that I've made with them both and post more little snippets, this is fun

[raybeam-littlebean]

"I'm a mess, I destroy everything I touch–"

"Then only touch me."

Who the fuck is writing this shit?? A tragic ghost!?

It's me. I wrote this. About Roy Harper, my tragic love interest

You can see that I have a type, first Jason, now Roy, when will it end

[raybeam-littlebean]

"You are the jagged rocks at the bottom of the cliff edge I titter on.. I can't wait to kiss you."

Am I Shakespeare??? What the fuck???

It's 3am you guys and I literally just came up with this line for no purpose at all

Doomed romance at its most pure, dear God—