SUKANA DIDNT DO ANYTHINGGG???? WHAT. HE KILLED MY GLORIOUS BLUE EYED KINGGG KSJDNFMFKZJWMED.
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he didn’t do anything 😞😞😞😞😞 guys……… come on
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Dick: I’m actually thinking of taking a vacation to *another country*, did you wanna come?
Tim: oh no, I can’t. I’m not allowed
Dick: Tim, you’re a Robin, Bruce can’t tell you what to do
Tim: what? No I’m not allowed in that country? I’m banned? And wanted? Not to mention being banned from boarding any plane services
Dick: … I’m sorry? Wanted? Banned? From a country and planes?
Tim: actually I’m wanted in *names at least 10 different countries* and banned from any air craft, well besides our own
Dick: how Tim? What happened?
Tim: … so how do you like your tea? I like mine a li-
Dick: HOW TIM??!?!?!?!
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Tim can’t breathe. He can’t breathe.
He thought— the Tower was bad enough. He hates being kept out of the loop, especially for “his own protection”, but he never thought—
It is Robin who had been threatened. Robin that Batman had been taunted with. Enough times, and with grisly enough descriptions of what might happen to him, that Bruce sent Tim to the Titans as a last ditch effort to keep him well out of reach of Gotham and its newly minted crime lord.
But Hood took Bernard, and Tim can’t breathe. Can only stare at the grainy picture from an unknown number, showing his boyfriend tied up and gagged in someone’s— Hood’s, probably, oh god— bed.
Tim wants to throw up.
Please god, please no.
— sneak peek of “Modern Day Cain”
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Gun and Goo with Reader: Manga Raws
G/N. Silly.
Gun has a headache. The type of throbbing that starts at the temples before spreading across his entire skull, his ears and jaw and neck, that would leave a weaker person debilitated.
Fortunately he is not weak. Unfortunately, he still needs to put up with you and Goo.
"Please?"
Goo takes one look at you, and mimics your expression, "Yeah, please?"
Gun peers, features not indicating any discomfort, impassively into yours and Goo's face. Both batting your eyelashes at him, mouth pulled down, bottom lip jutting out in a way some would describe as cute and pitiful.
He takes one drag of his cigarette then blows the smoke in your direction.
It has the desired effect.
Goo reels back, spluttering and waving the fumes away and pulling you back with him.
"Say something!" He stage-whispers into your ear.
"Like what?"
"Anything! I don't care. Do whatever. Get on your knees and beg or blow-"
"Stop if you don't want me to pluck out your tongue," You shove the blonde roughly, eyes narrowing at his words.
There's a huff of amusement behind you and you seize your opportunity.
"Gun," you coo, whirling round, "The manga raws are out, the translations are always shit and delayed. You're fluent in Japanese. Of course we were gonna ask you. It's gonna take five minutes, tops." Your reasoning falls on deaf ears, charming smile ignored, and Gun raises an eyebrow in your direction.
It's time for your trump card.
"I know you have a headache. You know that we won't stop being annoying until you help us. And we all know that that headache can get much much worse."
Goo nods enthusiastically in your peripheral vision.
Letting out a sigh of defeat, Gun begrudging caves, "Fine-"
"Oh!" You weren't sure it was going to work, "Thanks-"
"Except," Gun throws Goo a smirk, "You can't tell Goo what happens."
You give Goo a thumbs up behind your back at the same time as you grin and say, "Deal!"
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INGREDIENTS:
2 cups evil boredom
3 teaspoons (heaping) blorbo poison (powder, not liquid)
1 daycare theme (10 hour loop)
1/3 cup brainrot
*1/2 cup distilled back pain
**(un)diagnosed mental illness
*(any kind of pain works, back pain is usually what i have on hand)
**(if you aren’t a fan of the flavor a diagnosis leaves, undiagnosed will work in a pinch! Personally, I like to add a bit of both.)
INSTRUCTIONS:
First, turn on the daycare theme (10 hour loop) and pre-heat the oven to 375 degrees.
Sift together your evil boredom and blorbo poison in a medium sized bowl.
Add in your pain of choice and mix well.
Once thoroughly mixed, it should be looking a little thicker. Some granules from the evil boredom and blorbo poison are fine. (You can always mix further, if you’re worried about it affecting the texture.)
Add your brainrot and beat with a whisk until it’s looking lighter, a little fluffy. (If you aren’t in the mood for fluff, a dash of angst or hurt/comfort can help tone it down. An AU if you really wanna spice it up.)
Realize this is turning out a lot better than you thought it would. Dang. Well, you’re certainly committed now.
Go ahead and get out a glass baking pan. Coat the bottom with non-stick spray. (I tend to favor Y/N brand Nonbinary Spray myself)
Using a baking spatula (one of the rubbery bendy ones), carefully move your mixture from the bowl to the pan. It’s alright if you get some on the sides, the heat should help it settle once it’s in the oven. To get out any air bubbles, tap the pan (carefully!) a few times on the counter.
Place the pan in the oven and set a timer for 15-25 minutes, or take a peek every now and then and see if it’s the right shade of cheerful.
Congratulations!!! You’ve successfully survived evil boredom, despite the hurdles you faced, and made something! (Pretty tasty too, if I might add.) You are still mentally ill, though. But - hey - now you have a little treat! And hopefully, your day’s just a little bit brighter! Enjoy!
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