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𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢: #𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐎
Pinned
— 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓.
"Where was—" He pulled back, eyes narrowing to slits as he observed the other man, just to make sure he was truly his Dick & this wasn't some other worldly ocurrence.

"I uh- I died..? I think. I'm pretty sure. But I'm here."
"Hey. Hi. Oh—" maybe it was just the weather, but was it just him or was his best friend cold? He pulled away just enough to see his face.

"Where were you? I couldn't find you anywhere."
Eyes lift from the ring he found hugging around his finger, catching sight of Dick, & for a moment all worries would fade.

He's quick, almost too quick to throw his arms around the other in a tight embrace. "Dick!"
November 13, 2025 at 4:06 PM
Eyes lift from the ring he found hugging around his finger, catching sight of Dick, & for a moment all worries would fade.

He's quick, almost too quick to throw his arms around the other in a tight embrace. "Dick!"
"Huh?" that voice was unmistakable...

"... Roy?" he called in a hushed tone.
Life breathed into his body, stirring them man from his eternal rest & again joining those of the living world once more.

Lungs ached with the rush of cool air filling them where he'd take his first breath..

"I'm . . . Alive?"
November 13, 2025 at 1:58 PM
Reposted by —— 𝐑𝐎𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐑˚࿔⟡ˎˊ˗
November 12, 2025 at 12:24 AM
// He's only alive because of Dee.
November 13, 2025 at 11:58 AM
Life breathed into his body, stirring them man from his eternal rest & again joining those of the living world once more.

Lungs ached with the rush of cool air filling them where he'd take his first breath..

"I'm . . . Alive?"
November 13, 2025 at 11:51 AM
— 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓.
November 13, 2025 at 11:47 AM
Reposted by —— 𝐑𝐎𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐑˚࿔⟡ˎˊ˗
November 11, 2025 at 6:07 AM
Reposted by —— 𝐑𝐎𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐑˚࿔⟡ˎˊ˗
November 10, 2025 at 8:30 AM
// Spooky's grounded
November 6, 2025 at 11:34 PM
Reposted by —— 𝐑𝐎𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐑˚࿔⟡ˎˊ˗
please forgive me for all that i've done-- the 'good' and the bad
November 6, 2025 at 11:14 PM
// 🫢
November 6, 2025 at 11:07 PM
// oops 🥰
// THIS. I’m using THIS for the angst later. That was MEAN
𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦

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November 6, 2025 at 10:48 PM
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These are all things Jason’s choosing to ignore.

Superboy Prime could go punch reality again and it’ll be FINE.
A rotted corpse without a soul, there was nothing but flesh, bone, & an unbeating heart.

He could hardly even be called Roy.
November 6, 2025 at 10:47 PM
A rotted corpse without a soul, there was nothing but flesh, bone, & an unbeating heart.

He could hardly even be called Roy.
They’re going to the pit.
Not a zombie, not anything at all --

Untethered from his soul, from life itself.

He was just a corpse; lifeless, unmoving. Perfectly still as death ought to be.
November 6, 2025 at 10:37 PM
<— Just a dead body Jason is keeping...
November 6, 2025 at 10:31 PM
Not a zombie, not anything at all --

Untethered from his soul, from life itself.

He was just a corpse; lifeless, unmoving. Perfectly still as death ought to be.
November 6, 2025 at 10:26 PM
Reposted by —— 𝐑𝐎𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐑˚࿔⟡ˎˊ˗
November 5, 2025 at 11:28 AM
Reposted by —— 𝐑𝐎𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐑˚࿔⟡ˎˊ˗
November 4, 2025 at 11:50 AM
Reposted by —— 𝐑𝐎𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐑˚࿔⟡ˎˊ˗
❝ 𝑰 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 you won't be able to move for a while. And I sincerely hope you don't remember any of this, or at least you know I am sorry. ❞ He said before moving close enough to paint a sigil on the corpse.

The moment it was done, it lit up, reacting with the contents of the bag.

No one said +
November 3, 2025 at 12:54 PM
The zombie, none the wiser to what was happening to it -- merely a corpse that existed only to feed hunger that could never be sated.

Pain -- thankfully, was not something the creature could feel.
November 3, 2025 at 1:21 PM
The contents of the bag grasped in cold, rotted hands, the creature shoveling it into his mouth.
November 3, 2025 at 12:45 PM
"Raughh...."
November 3, 2025 at 12:30 PM
He's getting more & more hungry..
November 3, 2025 at 12:24 PM
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
November 3, 2025 at 11:47 AM
Smacking his head against a wall aimlessly.
November 3, 2025 at 11:43 AM