// Now that that’s all updated, I return to the void until the next time I remember this app exists

@redsrequiem.bsky.social

|| You villainized an already villainized minority. Your apologies didn’t work so what, you lie about what happened? Didn’t you try to blame me for not educating you on the the particular stereotypes you played into? You are such a liar.

|| Hey i know i've not been overly active here (at all) but i just want to bring attention to a vile person whos moved onto this app! @birdwonder.bsky.social went by Zero/Sylveon on twitter and has done a number of horrid things. They've RPed Racist narratives, S*icide bated multiple times only >

// N E ways. I said my piece — those of you who just followed recently, I’m not as active here as I am on Twitter, but I’m always more than happy to write. Don’t be afraid to tag me in things or poke me for plotting.

// Quotes me and THEN blocks me. Crazy.

// Homie nobody’s said anything about your assault but you. Would you like screenshots of that too? How about screenshots of the MANY times you’ve used that as a shield to free yourself from guilt? This is the first I’ve spoken about you, but please, keep spouting the same lies you always do.

// I generally don’t do drama but it’s baffling to me that a racist would run to another platform and start lying about how he didn’t do the things he ABSOLUTELY did.

// Make sure you block me too because I’m more than willing to call out your lies. THIS was the racist AU you wrote. Which you admitted multiple times yourself was racist, and running to another platform to play victim doesn’t change that. Threatening to add us to your goofy little blocklists »

➢ I can imagine. ➢ I’m sorry. I know leaving you alone like that was fucked up.

➢ Explosive. ➢ Had a thing to handle off grid. Didn’t end well, but I’m home now. Typing… delete. Typing… delete. 𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘩. ➢ Missed you, kid.

➢ I should be asking you that. ➢ Since I’m the one who disappeared on you, not the other way around.

➢ Hi. ➢ You agonized for *four hours?

( 𝘚𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘵. Throwing them back. )

“Cannibal— Uh. Refresh my memory?” He’s trying not to pry too deep. Things like this hit a little close to home, and he’s torn between being a dad, and doing what he’d prefer others to do when he’s the one having nightmares. Leave him alone. It’s just easier said than done when the person in »

“What’s it matter to you?” His usual cold demeanor shone through without any thought behind it. If she’s been following him long enough, she’ll know he’s been tracking someone down. “Why’re you here, Harley?”

“D’you want me to leave you be, or..? ‘Cause I’m right here if you need to talk about it.”

( He’s silent for a moment, then nods. He’s chosen to believe his brother on this, in spite of it all. ) . . . Thank you.

You okay, kiddo?

( Damian might just be the first to actually 𝘵𝘳𝘺. To his memory, anyway. Dick was always too much. Tim… never really gave a damn. ) Just- trust me, Damian. That’s all I’ve been asking for.

I was having this issue 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 Daylight Savings. I dunno what the hell’s goin’ on lately but I’d like for it to fuck off-

You expect me to believe you trust me, Damian, but you just said yourself that you’re worried I’m gonna lose it. Yeah. I got problems. I’ve been through a lot. I hold myself together 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 fine. I know you’re tryin’ to help, kid, but this isn’t the way.

You too, huh.

I'll be wasting time In the sunshine I'll be flying high In the summer time ´ˎ˗

( He stopped in his tracks with a huff. Walking away would save him 𝘴𝘰 much grief. ) What? What more is there to say, Dami?

( It’s in that exact moment that he recoils away, both because of his aversion to touch, and because he’s 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵. Those words weren’t at all what he wanted — or 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 — to hear. All they did was reinforce his fears. ) I’m not like the rest of you. None of you are ever gonna get that through »

( Jason wants to argue. Every fiber of his being calls for it, but he can’t get the words out. Damian is right, but his recklessness isn’t just the result of what’s been going on with him — it’s also just how he’s wired. His mental state just happens to make those issues much worse. ) I never »

What bad decisions? Elaborate. Because I don’t think I’ve done shit to indicate that I “need” help, and even if I did? I don’t 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 it.

I really wish you guys would just- lay off, and quit prying. I’m an adult. I can take care of myself.

( No. He wouldn’t. But he’s also not in the habit of lying like this. God, this is a rough position to be in. ) I don’t know, Damian. It depends on what I’m dealin’ with.

He noticed her presence a while ago. The only reason he didn’t react or say anything is because she’s not been perceived as a threat. At least, not yet. He did give her a glance, however, eyes narrowed. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 is she here?

No, you just assume. I’m… I’m fine, kid.

( 𝘖𝘩. The guilt is heavy, this time. ) My mental health isn’t… it’s- not that bad. You don’t have to worry about me.

I’m… trying, believe it or not.

𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯. Strangely enough, he often forgets that, and that makes the reminder feel that much more confusing. “I get by, don’t I? Even with the amount of sleep I get.” He says that, yet he only sleeps in short intervals. About two hours before an alarm goes off to keep him from being down »

“Sleep ain’t exactly a good thing in my book, remember? I slept long enough- and I’m awake now anyway.” He shrugged. She’s got him there, yeah — but he’d rather avoid sleep as much as humanly possible. “Nah… debatin’ on patrol. I’m sore, dunno if I wanna put up with it tonight.”

“I wouldn’t say 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. There’s a lot I ain’t good at.” His lips curve into a small smirk at the noise. That didn’t sound good. “Did you just get your butt kicked?”

I have a lot of ground to cover already, but I’ll think about it.

( The thing is- he’s not really taking his anger out on anybody. It’s just how he talks, and he boils over the second he feels like someone’s trying to start something with him. It’s not a great position to be in. ) If you say so, kiddo.

“Can’t say that I do. Too cold.” He mutters with a quick glance up from his book. The noises from her phone piqued his interest, but other than a partially raised brow, he doesn’t show it. “Why, did you wanna go?”

I don’t 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 everything to be a fight. It’s this house. Being within reach of B. It gets my head backwards. And that’s without the whole sleep issue. Point is— I’m not trying to be a dick to you on purpose. I just, 𝘢𝘮.

Quiet, huh? That’s a surprise.

Alright, then. Few extra skulls to crack tonight, I ain’t complainin’. How’d it go, by the way?

( There’s a heavy sigh. The kind that would likely make anybody think he’s angry, and about to slam something. It’s the opposite. ) Look, kid— I was an asshole. I’m tryin’ not to be. You don’t gotta walk on eggshells around me just ‘cause I’ve been in a mood.

I’ll think about it. That good enough for you?

Nah. It’s nothing, so don’t mention it.

( The energy in the room feels tense, and uncomfortable. He knows 𝘸𝘩𝘺, and though he won’t say it outright, he does feel a little guilty. ) You’re allowed to talk, y’know.