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@pitdiver.bsky.social
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#DCRP
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#DCRP
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[ 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 ]
Pinned
“Alright, hang on”
Jason’s careful getting up from the couch, not jostling Damian. Then he’s walking to the kitchen to start on the tea.
Jason’s careful getting up from the couch, not jostling Damian. Then he’s walking to the kitchen to start on the tea.
“Yes…”
“You want tea?”
He offered, glancing down next to him.
He offered, glancing down next to him.
November 25, 2025 at 9:55 PM
“Alright, hang on”
Jason’s careful getting up from the couch, not jostling Damian. Then he’s walking to the kitchen to start on the tea.
Jason’s careful getting up from the couch, not jostling Damian. Then he’s walking to the kitchen to start on the tea.
“You want tea?”
He offered, glancing down next to him.
He offered, glancing down next to him.
“But my stomach hurts too much.”
A snort.
“Might have to sleep that off, bud.”
“Might have to sleep that off, bud.”
November 24, 2025 at 1:34 PM
“You want tea?”
He offered, glancing down next to him.
He offered, glancing down next to him.
A snort.
“Might have to sleep that off, bud.”
“Might have to sleep that off, bud.”
“I ate too many cookies…”
Turns out you can eat too many.
Turns out you can eat too many.
“Dickie cook for you again?”
Jason went ahead and set down the book, marking his page.
Jason went ahead and set down the book, marking his page.
November 24, 2025 at 1:31 PM
A snort.
“Might have to sleep that off, bud.”
“Might have to sleep that off, bud.”
“Dickie cook for you again?”
Jason went ahead and set down the book, marking his page.
Jason went ahead and set down the book, marking his page.
“My stomach hurts…”
He whines.
He whines.
Jason readjusted to make room on the couch, careful not to wrinkle the pages of the book he was holding.
“Something up?”
“Something up?”
November 24, 2025 at 12:59 PM
“Dickie cook for you again?”
Jason went ahead and set down the book, marking his page.
Jason went ahead and set down the book, marking his page.
Jason readjusted to make room on the couch, careful not to wrinkle the pages of the book he was holding.
“Something up?”
“Something up?”
Silently flops next to @pitdiver.bsky.social
November 24, 2025 at 12:55 PM
Jason readjusted to make room on the couch, careful not to wrinkle the pages of the book he was holding.
“Something up?”
“Something up?”
Reposted by 𝙅𝙖𝙮𝘽𝙞𝙧𝙙🪶
No one’s gotten shot. I’ve been super well behaved.
November 24, 2025 at 7:40 AM
No one’s gotten shot. I’ve been super well behaved.
What the hell, B—
Stay out of this. Mommy and Daddy are talking
I don’t think you almost dying every other day counts as “visiting”, old man
November 24, 2025 at 7:34 AM
What the hell, B—
I don’t think you almost dying every other day counts as “visiting”, old man
November 24, 2025 at 7:30 AM
I don’t think you almost dying every other day counts as “visiting”, old man
// THIS IS FOUL
Head hurts..
November 24, 2025 at 6:34 AM
// THIS IS FOUL
// oh jason.. poor jason….
November 24, 2025 at 6:21 AM
// oh jason.. poor jason….
“You can feed yourself—“
November 24, 2025 at 6:14 AM
“You can feed yourself—“
Reposted by 𝙅𝙖𝙮𝘽𝙞𝙧𝙙🪶
“No.”
“Can I—“
Breathe in.. breathe out….
Jason’s just…. going to pass around food. And not shoot anyone.
Jason’s just…. going to pass around food. And not shoot anyone.
November 24, 2025 at 5:47 AM
“No.”
Breathe in.. breathe out….
Jason’s just…. going to pass around food. And not shoot anyone.
Jason’s just…. going to pass around food. And not shoot anyone.
November 24, 2025 at 5:44 AM
Breathe in.. breathe out….
Jason’s just…. going to pass around food. And not shoot anyone.
Jason’s just…. going to pass around food. And not shoot anyone.
The 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫, it rung in his ears. In his head. That sickly sound, dragging fear down his spine. The way it did 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦. The way it has ever 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦.
But Jason wasn’t a boy anymore, and somewhere along the line, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 and 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 started to muddle together.
He could still hear the laughter when it —
But Jason wasn’t a boy anymore, and somewhere along the line, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 and 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 started to muddle together.
He could still hear the laughter when it —
The reaction was plenty enough to get the clown feeling giddy.
Teeth beared in his half-moon smile, wild eyes of green & purple staring back at the man as his body shook in his mirth.
"Ahah..haha..heeheehoo..HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA..!!!" ++
Teeth beared in his half-moon smile, wild eyes of green & purple staring back at the man as his body shook in his mirth.
"Ahah..haha..heeheehoo..HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA..!!!" ++
Jason 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥, a harsh swallow of air down his throat. Trying not to think, to ignore the 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 creeping in.
Eyes a vibrant teal, bore into that pasty face. That bleeding smile.
The leather of his glove creaked with the clench of his fist.
“You ever fucking get 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 him, I’ll blow your damned —
Eyes a vibrant teal, bore into that pasty face. That bleeding smile.
The leather of his glove creaked with the clench of his fist.
“You ever fucking get 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 him, I’ll blow your damned —
November 24, 2025 at 5:34 AM
The 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫, it rung in his ears. In his head. That sickly sound, dragging fear down his spine. The way it did 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦. The way it has ever 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦.
But Jason wasn’t a boy anymore, and somewhere along the line, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 and 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 started to muddle together.
He could still hear the laughter when it —
But Jason wasn’t a boy anymore, and somewhere along the line, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 and 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 started to muddle together.
He could still hear the laughter when it —
With every utterance of “manmories” the food was cooked with a little less love.
November 24, 2025 at 5:16 AM
With every utterance of “manmories” the food was cooked with a little less love.
Just….. continuing to cook.
Silently.
Not letting the food burn.
Silently.
Not letting the food burn.
November 24, 2025 at 5:15 AM
Just….. continuing to cook.
Silently.
Not letting the food burn.
Silently.
Not letting the food burn.
Freezing at the stove. Staring.
“.. Manmories.”
“.. Manmories.”
November 24, 2025 at 5:11 AM
Freezing at the stove. Staring.
“.. Manmories.”
“.. Manmories.”
Jason 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥, a harsh swallow of air down his throat. Trying not to think, to ignore the 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 creeping in.
Eyes a vibrant teal, bore into that pasty face. That bleeding smile.
The leather of his glove creaked with the clench of his fist.
“You ever fucking get 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 him, I’ll blow your damned —
Eyes a vibrant teal, bore into that pasty face. That bleeding smile.
The leather of his glove creaked with the clench of his fist.
“You ever fucking get 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 him, I’ll blow your damned —
None of my business? Oh, I think he's plenty of my business. Let's see...what's his name now. It was Speedy, Red Arrow..Arsenal.
𝘙𝘰𝘺 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘳.
Oh, but go ahead. I'll even let you get the first hit in- Right here!
Just know..actions have consequences. You know all about that.
𝘙𝘰𝘺 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘳.
Oh, but go ahead. I'll even let you get the first hit in- Right here!
Just know..actions have consequences. You know all about that.
Shut the 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 up. Don’t you talk about him, he’s none of your damned business.
You’re psychotic, and insane. My scars? I’ve got too damn many to remember which ones you put there.
Say, you know what? Might jog my memory if I take a couple swings at you. What was it? Front hand? Back hand?
You’re psychotic, and insane. My scars? I’ve got too damn many to remember which ones you put there.
Say, you know what? Might jog my memory if I take a couple swings at you. What was it? Front hand? Back hand?
November 24, 2025 at 5:02 AM
Jason 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥, a harsh swallow of air down his throat. Trying not to think, to ignore the 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 creeping in.
Eyes a vibrant teal, bore into that pasty face. That bleeding smile.
The leather of his glove creaked with the clench of his fist.
“You ever fucking get 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 him, I’ll blow your damned —
Eyes a vibrant teal, bore into that pasty face. That bleeding smile.
The leather of his glove creaked with the clench of his fist.
“You ever fucking get 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 him, I’ll blow your damned —
Reposted by 𝙅𝙖𝙮𝘽𝙞𝙧𝙙🪶
You didn't fall behind, you laid yourself down to rot.
November 23, 2025 at 8:20 PM
You didn't fall behind, you laid yourself down to rot.
Yeah. Jason’s not listening to that.
He’s cooking. Might drop off Theseus some food..
He’s cooking. Might drop off Theseus some food..
November 24, 2025 at 4:47 AM
Yeah. Jason’s not listening to that.
He’s cooking. Might drop off Theseus some food..
He’s cooking. Might drop off Theseus some food..
Shut the 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 up. Don’t you talk about him, he’s none of your damned business.
You’re psychotic, and insane. My scars? I’ve got too damn many to remember which ones you put there.
Say, you know what? Might jog my memory if I take a couple swings at you. What was it? Front hand? Back hand?
You’re psychotic, and insane. My scars? I’ve got too damn many to remember which ones you put there.
Say, you know what? Might jog my memory if I take a couple swings at you. What was it? Front hand? Back hand?
Oh, no? That so?
I find it hard to believe.
No amount of therapy, support or funny little ginger-headed Arsenals can ever take away the fun we've had. Mano a mano.
Time heals all wounds, but scars?? Scars will always remain and you've got plenty of those.
I find it hard to believe.
No amount of therapy, support or funny little ginger-headed Arsenals can ever take away the fun we've had. Mano a mano.
Time heals all wounds, but scars?? Scars will always remain and you've got plenty of those.
Fuck you, I don’t think about you. You’re a damned narcissist
November 24, 2025 at 4:39 AM
Shut the 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 up. Don’t you talk about him, he’s none of your damned business.
You’re psychotic, and insane. My scars? I’ve got too damn many to remember which ones you put there.
Say, you know what? Might jog my memory if I take a couple swings at you. What was it? Front hand? Back hand?
You’re psychotic, and insane. My scars? I’ve got too damn many to remember which ones you put there.
Say, you know what? Might jog my memory if I take a couple swings at you. What was it? Front hand? Back hand?
<— Lying through his teeth.
November 24, 2025 at 4:08 AM
<— Lying through his teeth.