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Hey everyone,

First things first: This blog is still archived.

I am posting a heads up that I will be opening a low-activity RP blog for Roy Harper during the weekend. It's going to be a personal interpertation on the character mixed with some loose canon lore, much like I've done so far. Mostly because I miss writing my single dad, redhead archer ❤

New Roy Harper Blog: @arrowsforbrains

Have a great week y'all!

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Edit 10/3: This blog has been officially archived. Have a good time on Tumblr! 👍

Hey everyone,

I will be archiving this blog and officially closing the last of my RP blogs on Tumblr in the next few days. It's a decision I've been contemplating on making for a while now, and I think it's time to act on it.

I will be moving back to Discord. If you have it, you can get in touch with me there to chat, RP and anything else. If not and you wish to stay in touch, you're welcome to message me and I will consider giving my handle.

Thank you for all the wonderful threads and the rare gems I came across being here. Y'all been an absolute blast! ❤️

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outlaw jason hehe

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Send " ❗❗❗ " for your muse to suddenly and unexpectedly kiss mine.

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"Well, you would have, had you actually bothered to call every now and then instead of activating your SOS signal out of nowhere." Roy replied in turn, as equally sharp as Jason's response, though he was a little confused as to why Jason sounded so offended by the fact that he didn't know much about Roy's life.

To be fair, he was sure plenty of others who were closer would have answered the SOS. Why did he go out of his way to answer wasn't something he was sure of himself, but here he was, having to endure this behavior. Well, at the very least, the man was alright and he actually woke up.

"Well, unless you have some leftovers you want me to warm up for you, I suggest we'll order in. I'm a shit cook." He only knew some very basic things, and things Lian liked; he may be a wiz with gadgetry, machinery and technology, but cooking was a whole other beast he couldn't quite conquer. Part of it was probably due to his bad sense of smell and taste, remnants from his addiction days.

"Not really, haven't eaten. A little after I put you to bed, I got a nap myself. You're an effort to drag around." He teased.

"I don't know much about what's going on in your life," Jason grunted in response, sitting up and rubbing his head. And realizing he sounded a lot more like a bitter ex than he meant to towards a man he'd a) never dated in the fucking first place and b) was actually trying to be a decent fucking human... This is why you don't have friends, idiot.

A huff of a sigh and pale eyes find Roy, blue and green and deciphering any other potential reason the man might be there. It seemed he couldn't decide on one so he rolled his shoulders, hearing a satisfying pop. "I have some food... I think. I can order in. Have you eaten anything since you dragged me here?"

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There it was again, another caress, making his skin prickle in delight. Rashad's gaze dropped to that caring thumb, the way it traced over twisted skin as Corinthian talked. He could tell the fear in Corinthian's voice, the possibility of his undoing lingering just around the corner scared him oh, so much. Rashad would never want to be his undoing, but wouldn't have Dream prevented his passage here if he had not wanted them to meet?

As Corinthian asked to walk with him, Rashad's eyes lit up and he looked back up at the other Dreamkin, unable to help the mild surprise this caught him by. A pause, as if they were both waiting for something to happen, then a tender smile graced Rashad's lips. He had company, at last. And one that he felt he so desperately craved...

Flipping his arm, he managed to catch Corinthian's hand in his own, giving it a gentle squeeze. If only because he was grateful for the company, doing his best to suppress all expectations of anything more, all the fantasies those old memories come to fashion in his head.

"Let us walk, then. And you can tell me about yourself, Corinthian."

The Nightmare's attention remains lingering on Rashad's scars. His thumb tracing the divots of reformed skin slowly as he listens to the Dream speak.

A half glance is cast to the desert in order to avoid the weight of Rashad's gaze.

"The reason the first Corinthian was unmade is because he sought freedom." He utters in almost a whisper. As if the word freedom in itself was blasphemous to speak. His attention lingers back to the Dream with nervous unease. Drawing his tongue across his lips while he lets his touch linger.

"In all the memories I possess, you... you became everything that freedom represented." His voice still remains quiet, a glance cast over his shoulder, as if ensuring they were not being watched.

"I want... I want to walk with you." He utters finally, before bated breath is held upon the expectation that he would be accosted where he stood by the manifestation of the Endless.

When nothing comes, his shoulders relax ever so slightly.

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Soft Touch

Trying my hand at some actions here! Let's have some tender moments, huh? Some of these could be construed as a little... risqué. Add reverse to flip sender and receiver!

[trail] for sender to run their fingertip along receiver's jaw.

[tilt] for sender to gently tilt receiver's chin up.

[tuck] for sender to tuck a strand of hair behind receiver's ear.

[cup] for sender to cup receiver's cheek.

[drift] for sender to let their hand trail from receiver's shoulder to their lower back.

[hold] for sender to slide their hand into receiver's.

[thumb] for sender to wipe away receiver's tear with their thumb.

[scratch] for sender to slowly run their fingernail down receiver's spine.

[trace] for sender to run their fingertips over the bones in receiver's hand.

[grip] for sender to wrap an arm around receiver's waist.

[nuzzle] for sender to tuck their face into the crook of receiver's neck.

[breathe] for sender to trail a thumb over receiver's lower lip.

[rest] for sender to trail a thumb over receiver's eyelids.

[whisper] for sender to trail a fingertip down over receiver's neck.

[gasp] for sender to press their hand against receiver's neck.

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𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐏 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

A collection of texts that could be considered dirty or nsfw. Able to be edited accordingly but please do not add or take away prompts.

「 📱」 — ❝ I’m craving you ❞

「 📱」 — ❝ send something , I want to see you ❞

「 📱」 — ❝ I had a dream about you ❞

「 📱」 — ❝ I could use some pussy ❞

「 📱」 — ❝ I could use some dick ❞

「 📱」 — ❝ you up ? ❞

「 📱」 — ❝ can you ride my face ? ❞

「 📱」 — ❝ spit or swallow ? ❞

「 📱」 — ❝ that’s daddy’s girl ❞

「 📱」 — ❝ I’m gonna fuck your brains out ❞

「 📱」 — ❝ you’re the best I’ve had ❞

「 📱」 — ❝ I can’t stop thinking of you / your body ❞

「 📱」 — ❝ come touch me ❞

「 📱」 — ❝ I want you to wear nothing but my shirt / hoodie while I fuck you ❞

「 📱」 — ❝ I’m so wet/ hard right now ❞

「 📱」 — ❝ you should be inside me right now ❞

「 📱」 — ❝ I want you moaning in my ear ❞

「 📱」 — ❝ this pussy is yours ❞

「 📱」 — ❝ you make me so horny ❞

「 📱」 — ❝ I need you so bad ❞

「 📱」 — ❝ we can make our own videos ❞

「 𝐁𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 」 — to send the receiver a nude with bubbles covering the explicit parts.

「 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐘」 — to send the receiver a nude in a steamy mirror, blocking a clear visual of the body

「 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄 」 — to send the receiver a nude

「 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄 」 — to send the receiver a nude with lingerie on

「 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐌 」 — to send the receiver a video of the sender masturbating

「 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 」 — to call the receiver to initiate phone sex

「 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 」 — to accidentally send the receiver a nude

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Shirtless Roy Harper collection

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"You always live in a dark place. No joy. No love."

She wasn't entirely wrong. In his head, he was always living in a very dark, isolated place. In his head, he was still deep down in that pool, gasping for air as the liquid filled every orifice of his body, as emotions surged high and he had no one but himself to endure the experience. In his head, he was abandoned, and alone, and he had become someone who couldn't possibly deserve love or joy but had plenty of it to give, though not quite knowing how. Maybe it wasn't that he didn't know how, really, but with whom.

Trust was had for someone like Jason. That much wasn't new.

"Some days it's better this way." He answered after a quiet pause, arms still crossed as he simply watched. "Dark places are safety, at times."

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"Haven't you seen enough blood for one night?" (for Jason)

Watching the man come to a slow landing before him, yet his feet didn't entirely touch the ground, just went to show Jason the entitlement on this super man. The two of them hadn't interacted for a very long time, rarely when he was still under Batman's wing, and definitely never as Red Hood.

"Clearly you're not a Gothamite, Big Blue." While the nickname itself was usually used by others in more affectionate terms, there was no escaping the sarcasm dripping from Jason's voice. He didn't holster his gun just yet, and while he knew bullets had no effect on the bigger man from outer space, it wasn't meant to intimidate him. He had other tricks up his sleeve, in case Clark was here to try and butt in on his turf.

"What are you doing here? Bats sent you or something?" Jason kicked a pebble out of his way, leaning his weight on one foot more than the other as he waited for the answer.

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You're the Boss Sentences

(Sentences for muses talking to their boss or another figure of authority. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"I put you in charge out there - now do the damn job!"

"You’re not happy unless things are just right, which means two things: you’re a good boss, and you’ll never be happy."

"Do you think I'd let you work with something second rate?"

"It's probably better if you don't ask what I'm doing."

"Why don't you want to work for me?"

"Tell me what you're not telling me."

"A job well done should not be casually rewarded."

"Kindly do not interrupt me."

"Don't raise your voice at me!"

"Just because everyone else is letting their standards slip, doesn't mean I have to."

"You'll try? A child tries. A man accomplishes."

"If you worked for me, things would be easier."

"You once asked me to work for you, now I'm asking you to work for me."

"With all due respect, I think you overestimate your position in the chain of command."

"You are not in charge!"

"I do not expect you to fail."

"I sincerely wish I wasn't hearing this."

"Do I make myself clear?"

"Whether you want to be in charge or not, you are and you always will be."

"From now on, it's my rules. If I tell you to shut your mouth, you shut your mouth."

"If you come and work for me, I'm almost positive I can triple your yearly income."

"The benefit of being boss is that I don't have to argue."

"You've made some interesting career choices."

"Why am I just seeing this now?"

"You're giving me orders now?"

"No. No, you don't talk, okay? You just do as you're told."

"As far as you're concerned, I'm in charge."

"If once is a mistake and twice is unfortunate, what does that make this?"

"I'm getting a little weary of this attitude."

"Since when are you my boss?"

"You seem to have forgotten who's in charge here."

"Your protest has been duly noted."

"You like being in charge, don't you?"

"Fail, and you will be held accountable. Am I making myself clear?"

"Have you ever considered a different line of work?"

"You do this properly or not at all."

"You seem to have forgotten who's in charge here."

"Before we go anywhere, can we get something straight? I'm in charge of this investigation."

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Rashad couldn't help but notice the entirely different stride Corinthian suddenly took everything with—the hesitation in his words, the stalling in his actions. It was as if he didn't trust his mind and bodu anymore, which was natural given how foreign everything suddenly was to him. Even something as casual as a quickie had to be considered twice; his answer sounded unsure.

"Mm..." Rashad's hand slowly slipped down to brush against the man's neck, then rested on his chest as he leaned in for another kiss. "We don't need to di that right now. I was just offering. The invitation is always open." He whispered before pulling back, and then stepped around to grab something from one of the chests of drawers.

"Breakfast must be ready by now. Dress up and we will go eat."

The Corinthian frowns softly and nods a little as he recalls the fact that he had been the one to request blue eyes off of Rashad. Why had he done that in the first place? His desire for blue eyes always seemed to stem from something deep within him. A hunger so innate to his Nightmarish self that it only felt natural to desire blue eyes within his head.

The confused soul searching into understanding his former self is interrupted by Amir stepping into the room. He sits straighter and casts a look of confusion towards Rashad when they are informed that his father wishes to speak to the both of them. The Corinthian had all but done his best to avoid Rashad's family since they got here. It's easier to simply avoid them in order to dodge any questions as to his strangd attire or the constant wearing of shades.

But now that doesn't really matter, he supposes.

"What does your father want with us?" The Corinthian vocalised aloud once Amir steps out of the room. Frowning heavily as he looks to Rashad and has his attention drawn to the light shirt in his hands. He stands to his feet and rounds the bed to examine the selection of clothing himself. An unsure expression is written across his features as his mind constantly pulls back to the summons from Rashad's father.

"Yeah, they'll do."

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True to prediction, Jason could feel himself building up, and fast. His breathing stuttered and moans hastened as Dick continued to stroke him through, and those fingers trailing up his body, thumb tracing at his sensitive scar, the kisses suffocating him so sweetly, and...

Letting out a loud gasp, Jason came all over his stomach and Dick's fingers, spasms crossing through his core at the ecstatic release as he slumped his head back on the couch's cushions and basked in the glow. Having this delayed made it even more intense, though it was worth doing so alone just to get Dick off first and not necessarily because of the heightened sensation.

Catching his breath quietly, Jason's fingers kneaded at Dick's hips for a moment before he reached up, combing his fingers through his hair. "Fuck me..." he murmured quietly, exhaling a breathless chuckle. "... Sorry it was so, um... Brief."

Dick didn't waste a single second; the moment the cuffs unlocked and were removed, Dick had already lifted himself to turn and settle back on his lap facing him, their gazes meeting once more. Jason's hands instinctively settled on Dick's hips, inhaling a sharp breath through nostrils as the older man's hands traveled over his chest, his chest inflating and lifting to meet his chest, silently longing for more. Their lips collided, slowly and passionately, and his mind went blank.

His hands moved down the line of his body, making quick work of his pants and slipping into his boxers, breath hitching as a shuddering moan escaped him while deft fingers stroked his aching desire gently. The nickname sent him wordlessly praying for the attention; only Dick, and Dick alone, had the right to call him that. It was strange how much power this nickname had over him, coming from his older lover...

"You're too kind with me..." Jason whispered against luscious lips, his voice managing to slip between breathless kisses, lips meeting over and over again with pent up vigor. You're too good for me.

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the sun is going down. it's getting dark.

"It is." Willow agreed in a quiet voice as she took another long drag from her joint, watching as the sun gradually sank beyond the horizon the two of them were watching.

"I think it's pretty, don't you? How vivid the colors of dusk can be, right before everything turns pitch black." She added.

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do you want the truth or a lie? [ from joey, to your dc boy of choice ]

"The truth. Always." Dick answered almost instinctively; why would he ever want Joey to lie? Or, perhaps the more important question was, why would Joey feel the need to lie? Dick was looking right at him, hands clasped together as he waited patiently for the other man's response.

Something must have happened. Did someone hurt him? Did he hurt someone else? Joey had such an unreadable expression right now, it was itching at Dick's mind.

"You know you can tell me, Joey. Anything."

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"Had I known, I'm sure I could have solved it before receiving official summons..." Rashad muttered quietly before pausing, realizing how irritated he must have come off and quickly put on a disarming smile, looking towards his beloved, handing him the shirt.

"Whatever it is, it can't be nearly as testing as everything we've already been through together, my morning star." He drew closer and placed a hand over his cheek, caressing it gently as he tilted his head. A thought crossed his mind and he chuckled softly, his smile turning into more of a daring grin.

"I bet that with this new you, you'll feel entirely different in bed, too..."

The Corinthian frowns softly and nods a little as he recalls the fact that he had been the one to request blue eyes off of Rashad. Why had he done that in the first place? His desire for blue eyes always seemed to stem from something deep within him. A hunger so innate to his Nightmarish self that it only felt natural to desire blue eyes within his head.

The confused soul searching into understanding his former self is interrupted by Amir stepping into the room. He sits straighter and casts a look of confusion towards Rashad when they are informed that his father wishes to speak to the both of them. The Corinthian had all but done his best to avoid Rashad's family since they got here. It's easier to simply avoid them in order to dodge any questions as to his strangd attire or the constant wearing of shades.

But now that doesn't really matter, he supposes.

"What does your father want with us?" The Corinthian vocalised aloud once Amir steps out of the room. Frowning heavily as he looks to Rashad and has his attention drawn to the light shirt in his hands. He stands to his feet and rounds the bed to examine the selection of clothing himself. An unsure expression is written across his features as his mind constantly pulls back to the summons from Rashad's father.

"Yeah, they'll do."