#roytoy

“I’m a drug addict, you’re my favorite poison”

Um so I decided to post a fic for the first time in a million years because I’m working on letting things be “complete” in my brain even when the original idea was like a full novel’s worth of content.

Maybe someday.

I’ve been writing a lot of spicy older Roy lately, so here’s some sweet young Roy to balance it out (I’ll probably do more for this later)

-He was just a ball of endless energy as a kid, and even into his teenage years

-The only thing that could get him to sit down and focus was activities for his hands to keep them busy (and not destructive)

-The standout favorites were coloring books and legos

-Roy would always try really hard to stay in the lines of the coloring book art, finding frustration at any mistakes he made

-Legos were both the best and the worst: he could build almost anything that he overactive imagination could up with, but he would always try to bring them everywhere with him

-This led to many a stepped-on lego and a irked Ollie

-As Roy gets older and more articulate in his abilities physically and mentally, Dinah starts buying him science kits

-This went on for a while… until the Rocket Incident…

-The ban on science equipment was eventually lifted, but with heavy restrictions on reactionary kits

-Eventually Roy started bringing his archery training into his makeshift lab, discovering that he could modify his arrows

-The first Harper Trick Arrow was a Water Balloon arrow

-The first target of said arrow was Oliver Queen

-This creative outlet lasted until he got too old for Ollie to play along with his “childish antics”

-After that, Roy went on to find other means of dealing with this new kind of energy (his psychiatrist would call it “anxiety”)

-Dinah and Ollie should have taught him what destructive activities were like

-Instead, he had to learn the hard way

A larger version of what he sent me before Wynd bullies me into sharing:

Roy made this cake for Jason when he was having a bad day. Roy isn’t the best at cooking, but for his Jaybird, he is willing to do anything. (P.S. Its a dog, because Jason loves dogs)