Move?

It’s all Dex’s fault.

He’s just going to… lay on the floor.

Dies briefly because he fell down the stairs.

//Just now noticing there’s another person going by serpentine here. Just an FYI. That’s not me. I don’t know how to do the fancy tags. Just the hashtags.

Feeding stray cats.

“You fucking wish.”

//The beef between Deathstroke and Dami is sending me. It’s so funny. Why does this grown ass man continue to get rage baited by the two apple tall child.

“Imagine not being wanted by anyone, my mother still writes me. As does grandfather on occasion, what do you get? Oh, right. Silence.”

“Professional deadbeat.”

Gives @theragefulcat.bsky.social a bath.

//Dami: Ew… affection. Also Dami 5 minutes later: I need a hug and appy slices.

“Whatever, father.” He waves him off, only because he doesn’t need his mushiness.

//*Me irl fixing my attitude* nobody messes with my friends.

//Ha they blocked me.

//I’ll slap a bitch any day of the week. I’ll stare a grown man down. I’m loud, I’m proud, and I don’t give a damn who raised you. But unlearn that shit fast or go back to writing fanfics.

//So far the only person not communicating is you. That’s a You specific problem. Try working on communicating your topics instead of assuming “You should figure it out” Saying “dead dove” doesn’t mean shit. You could be into P3DO Shit and that counts as “dead dove” You’re the problem. Not —

//I’m also considering changing a tag to dead dove specifically for gore and depressive topics. When you just say “dead dove” to me that tells me absolutely nothing. There’s so many dead dove topics in just that category. It could literally mean anything.

//Oof. Imagine being a narcissist that can’t read social cues. X is a toxic ass place with the shittiest people. (As someone who use to RP there) You can’t always expect other people to be into your style of “dead dove” writing. And to get upset and start a smear campaign is so fucking childish—

/ hot take: textbook narcissist behaviour is getting upset at someone for curating their own space for their comfort bc they don’t want you there. the world doesn’t revolve around you. they do not owe YOU an explanation. they do not owe YOU an answer. YOU’RE THE PROBLEM. (tbc, none of my moots.)

spooky❥ More importantly— Block who you want. Curate your space. Dont let any pathetic loser try to bully you into thinking otherwise. Boohoo it hurts their ego? Good!

//<-Is genuinely confused but man fuck that person.

“Baba, on rare occasion. Or father.” That’s it.

One of the rare sunny days in Gotham. Time to lay on the grass like a lizard.

//Now I want a grilled cheese

He’s just quietly eating his grilled cheese, nodding softly.

His offering of a grilled cheese and other assorted snacks is acceptable. He will eat this meal.

“Would you prefer يا ابن الشرموطة” Translation: Son of a bitch. -$5

“I’m 5. I’ll call you a bitch.” -$5

“I have money. I don’t mind burning a bit just to call you names.”

There might be another swear jar being started soon. “Fuck you Timmothy.” -$5

“Silly goose? No. He’s a dip shit.” Another $5 in the swear jar.

“Yeah. They weren’t your markers to use. Because they were MINE.”

“He destroyed my markers. Thats why we’re killing Tim.”

“He deserves it.”

“One exception.”

“I vote we kill Tim for that sharpie comment.”

“You give me great pain in other ways.”

“I don’t want a $5 marker. If I wanted a $5 marker I’d ask a toddler. Not father.”

//Yall don’t understand how EXPENSIVE copic markers can get when they’re limited edition sets.

“I told you. Premium.”

“Father got them for me in Japan. They aren’t online. That’s why they’re $90 a marker.”

“I want the /exact/ ones you broke.” He’s still clearly upset.

“About $90 and premium quality! That’s the difference!”

//Literally Dami.

He will empty his whole wallet into the swear jar and spend a week grounded if Tim doesn’t apologize for the markers.

Damian holds the two cookies he was handed and started snacking

He shakes his head. “I don’t think he’d mind.”

And five dollars into the swear jar.

“But those were /MY/ markers. I don’t want new ones.”