#rxsurrxcted

So, this blog is 3 years now. This means I've been rping Tim for a little more than 3 years in total. He was on a sideblog at first. I would never have discovered Tim if it hadn't been for @riidcr and her being into Dick Grayson then. Before that, she had been my main Stephen Strange to my Bruce Banner. So if any of you are happy about me being here and rping Tim, you all have her to thank for it.

Although I care about all my mutuals, even those I haven't spoken too yet, but some of you have been here since the very start and those are: @rxsurrxcted, @goldentemplariumcrow, @jp-todd-rp, @supermantm, @richbastardbat & @theamazondiana (and redwinefangs, but I don't know where they went and I'm missing them a lot). Thank you for giving my Tim a chance when we were very new to it all. Thanks for making me feel welcomed. I hope we will continue to rp for a long time. ♡

And for all of you I haven't interacted with. I do look forward to doing so.

Jay (@rxsurrxcted): scar on the cheek and lips; bara tiddies; huge and firm thighs; perfectly round ass with just enough firmness to be good to squeeze and dig the fingers (but not soft); and when in doubt, the neck scar and the autopsy one help him; smells of sweat and cigaretes; hair is always somewhat wet and oily of the helmet; body is colder than average human temperature.

Tim (@nerdybirdboy / @arobinwithoutbatman (added in Nov, 2023)): the hair is soft but the strands are thicker due to sweat and hair oils; the shorter height makes it easier to know it's him; when Dio focus on the breathing he can hear it evenly spaced, yet shorter than most other people he knows; the ever present scent of coffee coming from him; probably knows it's him when he can hear the constant clicking of a pen or tapping on the table; Tim has the uncanny ability to project his anxieties and nervous nature into Dio and he can feel that mind going Mach 3 speed even though he can't see Tim; small hands with big joints and knuckles, also calloused palms.

Oliver (@thegreenxrcher -> @lostxndbroken ): hair is shorter and has a spiky texture to him; the shoulder muscles on one side of his body are slightly bigger than the other side; perky ass (Jay's is fuller, Ollie's is harder to the touch); the jawline game is strong with this one; his hip is narrower than that of the others; smells like leather whenever he's in his Green Arrow clothes.

Wally (@celerem): dam beb has hip and hip bones; smaller but firmer thighs (it's still big thighs, but more athletic than columns); his wrists are more delicate than the other boys (strong but thiner); smells of sweat and junk food, (sometimes of chemicals); baby cheeks that are good and soft to touch; body has a higher temperature closer to Dio's own due to hypermetabolism; small scars from glass that shattered when he replicated the formula from Barry.

Nathanael (@goodheartedfool): the wavy/curly hair tangles on his fingers whenever he tries to do face traits recognition; his presence is also soothing to Dio on a subconscious level due to their hybrid-affinity; he smells of hospital (latex gloves, soap, blood, meds); the shorter height also is something; the way Nat breathes (for some reason I headcanon that his breathing is just slightly shorter than most when he's anxious and he's usually somewhat anxious); delicate hands and smaller shoulders.

Jason was of course going to be out of his depth with this. It should have been something simple. Should have known better than that by now. Things were never that easy. Instead John now had a demon on their tail looking to end them. Not something that John was unfamiliar with. Jason on the other hand hadn’t had much experience in this. It was starting to show now that he was starting to panic a little bit. He wasn’t wrong though. It wasn’t exactly fine. It would be eventually but right now they might be in a spot of trouble. Not that he was going to tell Jason that.

“It’ll be fine. Not th’ frist demon I’ve dealt wit’.” He dealt with them pretty frequently so John was pretty sure that Jason was going to have to just work with him on this one. If he could just calm down some. 

John stared for one, long moment after the words had left Jason’s mouth. There was a part of him that was praying that he had heard it wrong, but the stubborn determination he was reading in the younger man’s expression told him that no, he hadn’t misunderstood him.

Bloody hell. Who in the universe did I piss off this time to get involved in this?

“Lad, ‘s me flat n’ it doesn’t need to be spooky. Fuck, tha’s th’ last t’in’ I want it to be,” he claimed in an adamant tone, reaching out to run a hand on his face. He couldn’t believe he was having that conversation. “Especially ‘round bloody ‘Alloween n’ fuckin’ Sam’ain, ‘cause me life gets even friggin’ spookier than it already is even wit’out me spreadin’ a soddin’ icons o’ Jack-o’-fuckin’-lantern all ‘round.”

He chewed on the butt of his cigarette, almost aggressively. Jason wasn’t going to win that one. There were already too many things, of all sort and from everywhere, inviting themselves in his place and in his life. He refused to offer what might have been seen as an invitation for more to come.

“If yeh really wanna decorate tha’ badly, why dun yeh dump tha’ shite at Bruce’s? ‘Is fuckin’ manor ‘s so huge tha’ he won’t even notice if there are a few pumpkins lyin’ round. Or some bloody ghost lurkin’ in th’ ‘oles.”

Never mind that, since that misadventures they had had inside the Robin’s memories and soul, Jason had been spending an awful amount of time at Constantine’s flat when he wasn’t on patrol. Perhaps even more than he spent at the Wayne’s manor. And never mind that John had handed him a key and created an exception for him in the wards he had put around the place.

“Roy, what the hell?!”

Was he…drunk? How did this- he was doing so well- no, he couldn’t have. He didn’t.  Someone must have drugged him or something because he was doing so well, so damn well… no.

He quickly went to his friends side, carefully placing a hand on his back, “Hey roy, I’m going to get you up, Ok? We’re going to bed, and tomorrow you are going to tell me exactly what happened, alright?” Or now, if he can. Who knows if Roy will remember this tomorrow.

“Can you stand?”

“No no no no no. I don’ need to go to bed. I’m comfy right here. Besides who neeeds beds anyway? You don’t take a bed to go camping!” Roy stated as he flopped over onto his back and looked up at Jason. 

Roy closed his eyes tightly for a brief moment before opening them again as if what he was seeing wasn’t real. “Stop moving!” He laughed and reached up to try to steady Jason. But he missed his head entirely. 

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The pair were in their shared upstairs studio, one's hands covered in clay, the other lightly gripping the ipad as she laid on the couch. Both of them had the artistic gene. A loud crash startles the both of them. 

“More Urbex people?” Margaux questions, moving to set the ipad aside and get up as Sebastian, the closest to the sound, quickly looked out the window.

“Woah...” 

“Woah what?” Margaux literally piled on top of her taller brother to get a look.

The back wall of their fence was absolutely broken in, and there's a path in the soil where a red helmeted vigilante -anti hero?- laid groaning. Quickly, a -frankly gaudily- super suited man picked the vigilante by the throat, through the window they could hear the evil monologue start.

“Back me up.”

“-Mar” Sebastian turns to see his twin sister taking the somewhat decorative crossbow off of the wall and knock it.

“Back me up.”

Sebastian slides the window open without another word, backing off to let Mar lean out to aim. Quickly with a loud Thunk, an arrow shoots through the villains shoulder, the arm going weak and dropping the man in red

“NEXT ONES IN THE HEAD IF YOU DON'T LEAVE HIM ALONE!” Sebastian's voice booms from the second story window.

“insolent mortals I am A GO-”