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The Hearse

Follow the afterlife's carriage,

Down the winding roads and through each eerie passage,

A melancholy pilgrimage, weeps and prayers fill the air,

Solemn people on the mourners' trail, all with woeful stares,

They embrace the beauty of decay,

A beautiful, lamentable display,

In the final reveal, it's Myself they see confined,

It is me that they grieve for, and the life I've left behind.

- Kat Hollow, 5/5/2024

Dick Grayson barely registered the creak of his apartment door as he stumbled in, shoulders sagging under the weight of another grueling night. Three jobs and a patrol shift in Blüdhaven would do that to a guy. He kicked off his boots, dragged himself toward the couch, and froze mid-step.

Someone was already here.

For a split second, instinct had him reaching for the escrima sticks he kept stashed near the door. But then he caught the faintest whiff of something familiar—coffee beans? The expensive kind. And the faint rustle of someone shifting in the dark. He relaxed. Probably one of his siblings. Jason liked breaking in unannounced when he was in a mood, Tim treated locks like they were a mere suggestion, and Damien was Damien.

"Tim, if you're raiding my coffee stash again, at least leave some for me this time," Dick grumbled, flopping onto the couch without bothering to look.

Silence.

"Jason? Did you lose your keys, or are you here to eat all my leftovers again?" He paused. "Duke, if that's you, I—okay, actually, no idea why you'd be brooding in the dark, but it's been a long day, so I'm just gonna roll with it."

The silence stretched on, but Dick was too exhausted to care. Whoever it was, they could wait until morning. "Look, I’m on your side. Or, I will be in the morning when I’ve had some sleep." He yawned, dragging himself up off the couch and toward his bedroom. "I’ll make breakfast. We’ll talk then. Pancakes or eggs, your call. Just...try not to trash the place while I’m out, yeah?"

The figure didn’t move, and Dick didn’t wait for an answer. He fell into bed and passed out almost immediately.

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When Dick woke up, the first thing he noticed was the sunlight streaming through the blinds. The second thing he noticed was the smell of coffee.

He frowned. Coffee? He hadn’t made any.

Dragging himself out of bed, he shuffled into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. There, on the counter, was a steaming mug of coffee and a note. Beside the note sat a printed receipt and a bag of fresh groceries.

Dick blinked, reaching for the note first. The handwriting was sharp and precise:

> "Not one of your siblings. Sorry for the confusion. Came to deliver a message, but your ‘brotherly’ assumption and hospitality caught me off guard. Your fridge was so pathetic it offended me, so I ordered you groceries. They should last a week. Try to survive the next visit. You seem like a stand-up guy. —K"

He stared at the note, then at the receipt. The assassin—or whoever they were—had bought him eggs, milk, bread, fresh vegetables, and even a few snacks.

Setting the note aside, Dick opened his fridge. Sure enough, it was freshly stocked. His two protein bars and box of expired cereal were still there, now dwarfed by the bounty of fresh food.

He shook his head, a grin tugging at his lips. “Only me,” he muttered, sipping the coffee. It was good. Better than what he usually bought.

Dick leaned against the counter, rereading the note. Whoever this “K” was, they clearly didn’t know how to keep things impersonal. And while the whole “message from an assassin” thing was technically alarming, he couldn’t help but feel amused.

“I guess I should be worried,” he mused aloud, glancing at the groceries again. “But hey, at least they care about my nutrition.”

It was the weirdest start to a morning he’d had in a while, but for Dick Grayson, that wasn’t saying much.

The night hung heavy with anticipation as the neon glow of the city's underbelly illuminated the makeshift racetrack. The air crackled with the energy of imminent competition, and the distant hum of engines hinted at the approaching storm.

Amidst the throng of racers, Diana revved the engine of her cherry pink Chevrolet Corvette, the sleek curves of the sports car gleaming under the neon lights. The scent of burning rubber permeated the air as she eyed her opponent, the legendary 'Tyrant' known for his burned orange Toyota Supra MK IV.

Engines roared to life, and the racers edged to the starting line, the anticipation mounting with each passing second. Nick, masked and clad in the shadows of his reputation, revved his Supra's engine, the orange glow of the tail lights casting an eerie aura around the car.

With a signal, the race exploded into motion. Tires screeched as the two vehicles catapulted into the night, streaks of cherry pink and burned orange leaving trails of color in their wake. The city became a blur as they navigated the winding streets, each turn a test of skill and nerve.

Diana's Corvette, agile and daring, hugged the curves with precision. The roar of her engine harmonized with the pulsating beat of the city, creating a symphony of speed. Nick's Supra, a manifestation of controlled power, surged forward like a burning comet, the orange glow illuminating the darkness.

The roar of engines intertwined with the pulsating beat of the city, and amidst the chaos, Nick's Supra and Diana's Corvette danced, each maneuver a carefully calculated step in their high-speed ballet. The neon-lit streets became their canvas, and the race, their masterpiece.

As the racers hurtled through the urban labyrinth, each strategically timed drift and acceleration became a subtle exchange of wits. The neon-lit streets transformed into a high-stakes chessboard, where every move could be the difference between victory and defeat.

The crowd lining the racetrack erupted into cheers, their voices blending with the roar of the engines. In the heart of the race, amidst the adrenaline and rivalry, Diana and Nick pushed their cars to the limit. The finish line loomed, a distant beacon in the chaos.

As the finish line neared, the air crackled with the tension of uncertainty. In a photo finish, the two cars crossed the line simultaneously, leaving the outcome hanging in the balance. The crowd erupted into cheers, and even in the anonymity of their masks, the exchange of glances between Diana and Nick spoke volumes.

The silence that followed was broken by the announcement, "It's a tie!" The racetrack echoed with the revelation, and in that moment, Diana earned her moniker as 'the Empress.' The mysterious 'Tyrant' had found an equal, and the legend of their rivalry had begun.

Doing exams atm whilst also trying to figure out my sexuality and I am exhausted. On the bright side, I'm like 90% confident in terms of my gender identity.

I’m ace, aro and tired

Reblog if you are also LGBT+ and tired

Katakuri appreciation post. No reason for it, I just thought of him and how amazingly edible he is and I thought he deserved some appreciation for being so versatile :)

hello! here to once again menace you with an ask about steven-dave and his epic time travel fix it :D

when exactly does he get sent back to? post-troy? on the ship while odysseus/polites are questioning the lotus eaters? right in the middle of the cave battle? earlier? later? 👀👀

Steven-dave gets sent back to the exact moment the sheep is killed in the cyclops cave. Just in time to save my boy Polites but not soon enough to stop the whole baby off a wall fiasco or the lotus eaters island incident entirely.

My dear lord and saviour Cale, I do not deserve to behold your awesomeness. I, a mere mortal, is blessed to look upon thy holy figure whilst you cough up blood. I shall obtain the concrete that your holy blood hath stained and keep it in my family for the rest of time as a priceless heirloom that shall inevitably outlast my existence, just as you shall.

Absolutely sensational.

Okay, just finished episode 25 and I put the wrong pieces together to make the right puzzle if that makes sense? I remembered that a few episodes ago I saw emo jester using screws or smth to stab a guy in the hand and then the eye. Then a couple of episodes later mathless was eating soup and the spoon disappeared for a bit right? So I message the gc and say 'omg does the emo jester have metal powers' and then I get a 'Wtf what episode are you on?!?!?' And I say ep 22 and they ask how I put that together so I said what I thought plus the fact that emo jester was the only member of the hitman team that team boob window 2 hadn't dealt with and then I got a 'lol that's not him' but then I asked if he had metal powers and I got confirmation. I also apparently figured out one of his special moves? And it has something to do with blood control. Keep in mid that I've seen about 5 minutes total of this dude and I've apparently figured this out. So I am certifiably a genius.

In other news, here are the next couple of nicknames:

18. Valentines day but yandere - Boss

19. Squidward - Squalo

20. Femboy - Tiziano

Trish's stand is fucking awesome and so is boob twink 1's. I will also begrudgingly admit that piss kink twink has a cool stand as well.

Last things: I am deeply in love with Buccerati, I'm annoyed at Swiss cheese for not going with everyone, mathless is my son, and pesci is baby.

At the behest of a few friends, I have started watching JJBA. I was told I am able to watch it whatever order I want, so I've started with part 5 and I am currently on episode 10. Here are my nicknames for these dudes so far with the actual character names courtesy of said friends:

1. Boob window twink 1 - Giorno

2. Boob window twink 2 - Buccerati

3. Piss kink twink - Abbacchio

4. American flag boi - Mista

5. Swiss cheese - Fugo

6. Mathless - Narancia

7. Yogurt cheese bowl - Fromaggio

8. Pickle Rick - Pesci

9. Mafia daddy - Prociutto

10. Mellon boy - Melone

11. Emo jester - Risotto

12. Devil fruit - Ghiacchio

13. Italian ice cream - Gelato

14. Rich people ice cream - Sorbet

15. Nylons - Trish

16. Pigtails - Illuso

17. Torao 2.0 - Jotaro

Help me I am literally so unwell about one piece ep 1112. Shanks. Shanks my beloved. My gorgeous red haired drunkard husband. I knew he was strong but holy fuck. The animation was fucking gorgeous as well. And Kidd is actually pretty strong. Like, I knew he was strong but I didn't know he was that strong. Wiping out a yonko fleet in one hit? Fucking awesome. I am going to be obsessing over this for days.

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