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dc cowboy doodles & wips !

#OUGH SO GORGEOUS OMGOMGOMG

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I have a lot of opinions about Jason Todd but my number #1 (1) ONE thing is that he would genuinely relate to The Black Parade album by MCR and they would be a comfort band for him.

#im not taking arguments on this unless youve hesrd every song in order in one sitting #specifically on cd/j but it DOES make the experience infinitely better #jason todd #this album would help him forgive himself

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Do you ever just want to gently take someone's hands and be like "Baby,this is a headcanon,not a reading of the text."

#reblogging HEAVILY bc of ur tags #i hc hes very particular about what he puts in his body #yes in canon he eats burgers and stuff but he also Knows how to cook and is Built Like A Brick Shitthouse #you have to pay attention at least a little to what goes into your body. and hes a heavily organized and somewhay neurotic individual #dick would grab him a coffee and get a 'why the fuck would i put that poison in my body?' #and dick shrugs and goes to drink it himself and gets a 'have fun frying your brain' and he can HEAR jasons eyeroll as he snarks #yes he likes smoothies but hes one of those fucks that actually makes it with fresh fruit and greek yogurt cause if he makes it w anything #else he'll feel like worms are adapting developing a society in his stomach acid #give me jason todd whos paranoia accidentally fuels his good physical health because he overthinks what possible diseases he could contract #from certain packaged foods or ingredients being prone to carrying parasites or unlisted ingredients or chemicals or just being plain bad #for you. #jason todd lectures the fuck out of tim when he sees him crack open an energy drink because why the FUCK would you do that to your heart #he only has one and while hes comfortable dying on his own terms and downright passively suicidal hes not gonna die from something stupid #like a heart attack due to cholesterol or ecoli or some shit #give me hobby-gastronomist jason #anyways i love hc everyone should have them and youre DAMN RIGHT HE HATES WHITE CHOCOLATE 👏👏

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for the dc prompts you reblogged:

can i request jason todd x reader "someone likes being pinned down" + A flirting with B while sparring to throw them off their tracks

where reader is also a vigilante??

thank you so much 🩷

very sexy prompts thank u 😌

jason todd x gn!reader. r and robin!jay were friends, r doesn't know jason is alive/red hood but jason knows r is a vigilante. r's alias is 'nocturne' (if that's already in use oh well lmao). fighting/sparring, jason is mega in love with you as usual!!

all fics at @sanguinelibrary

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"Still blindly following the Bat, huh?"

You land in a crouch on the rooftop, just like how Nightwing taught you. The Red Hood doesn't look at you, digging through two duffel bags. He doesn't even draw his gun, like you've seen him do with virtually every other vigilante in Gotham.

You wait, ready to spring into action. But Hood doesn't stop what he's doing. Slowly, you rise.

"What... do you mean?" you ask.

"I mean, why are you traipsing around Gotham as a bat-adjacent? Who are you s'posed to be anyway? Goth Bat? Alternative Scene Bat?"

"I'm Nocturne," you say, shoulders rising to your ears. Rude. You thought the chunky boots and star over your suit's eye mask were inspired.

Red Hood lifts a hand. "Don't get me wrong, I dig the threads. I'm just surprised B didn't have an aneurysm over the sequins. Then again, Discowing did do it first..."

Your first two meetings with the infamous Red Hood have been similar in that he's never very concerned about you stopping him (ouch), but he also isn't callous or cruel with you like he is with the other vigilantes.

Case in point: the last person who cornered Hood on a roof was Red Robin. Hood shot him in the shoulder before he could land.

In short, he's perplexing as hell.

Batman's forbidden the rest of the team to confront Hood without backup. And you're technically not supposed to be on patrol tonight. But if you can intercept Hood, that'll be a huge win.

Hood keeps on packing the duffels. You hesitate, then step forward.

"Get away from the bags," you say. "I won't ask twice."

Hood looks at you. "Nocturne's a pretty cool name, I'll admit. And I like the boots. But I still think you oughta call it quits."

He zips up the bags, stands, and kicks them to the corner of the roof.

"Because you're just that unstoppable?" you ask, hands curling into fists.

"Yeah. But mostly 'cause I know you're made for so much more than this, sweetheart."

And that is the third and perhaps most bewildering thing about your encounters with Red Hood: you've gotten the creeping feeling that he... likes you.

Which is ridiculous, and if you ever breathed a word of that to anybody, Batman would probably check you into Arkham.

You take another careful step forward. Hood leans against the railing and folds his arms.

"This the part where you apprehend and hogtie me for innocently packing a duffel bag?" he asks.

You glare. "Innocent? I know you're making a weapons delivery because I know you've been waiting for Batman to be off-planet to make it."

"Clever. Told ya you're too good for this," Hood says. "Should be in college with those smarts, not playing maid for Batman."

"Are you lecturing me?"

"I'm advising you as your friendly neighborhood drug lord. Lecturing makes me sound like a guy who's got too much money and too big of a savior complex to understand that the way he fights injustice is fundamentally flawed."

"Sounds personal."

Hood laughs. "Honey, you have no idea."

You strike.

Hood parries your first attack easily, which you expect. The truth is that whoever trained Hood cut no corners and you're still relatively new at vigilantism. It's only by the grace of God that Hood hasn't left you to bleed out on a roof.

You kick his shin, but Hood turns on the instep and blocks. You go for his shoulder, where his armor separates to give him more movement. But Hood's ready for that too, and he catches your arm.

"Gotta keep that right arm up," he says. "Surprised no one's trained that outta you yet."

You elbow Hood in the throat. He coughs and lets go.

"Like that?" you ask, muscles tense with adrenaline.

Hood makes a sound that might be a laugh, still choked from your hit. "Just like that, honeylove. Good job."

"I don't need feedback," you snap, immediately going back in for another hit.

"Sorry. I'll make this quick then. I do have a delivery."

On the next strike, you advance, using a technique Nightwing drilled into your head for bigger opponents. Hood goes down and you land atop him.

"Oh, that's a Nightwing takedown if I've ever seen one," Hood says beneath you.

You're close enough that you can hear his breathing through the decoder. Pride swells in you at taking him down. Not even Batman has managed such a thing.

Hood is warm and big. His shoulder span alone dwarfs you. When you'd seen him from afar, fighting Batman or Nightwing, you'd been terrified.

But now, perhaps stupidly, you feel comfortable. Annoyed, but safe. Something about him reminds you of home. Makes your stomach flip in a good way.

Which is terrifying.

"You're coming with me," you say, reaching for your cuffs.

"If only. Unfortunately, you've forgotten a teensy weensy detail, dearest."

Hood bucks you off, legs first. Your feet fly into the air, which allows him to flip your positions. You wince, preparing for a concussion upon impact as you go down. But Hood cushions your fall and neatly rolls you over. Your back is pressed into the concrete, hands locked over your head. Hood's weight holds down your hips and legs.

He looms over you, easily holding you down. Your face grows hot.

"How did—" You squirm in his grip. "I had you!"

"Weight distribution, sweets. Tell Al—one of the Bats to add weight to your boots. They keep you light on your feet, but you were depending on them too much to hold me down, and we ain't evenly matched there."

You thrash in his grip. "Hood, I swear to fucking—"

"Easy. Don't sweat it, sweetheart. You haven't been doing this for very long. That was a good takedown, regardless. I'm impressed."

"Screw you."

He hums. You can tell he's smiling under the helmet. "Sorry, I forgot. You don't like feedback."

Hood strokes the inside of your wrist. You aren't sure he's aware he's doing it. His grip is firm but light. He's not trying to hurt you. Your pulse is in your throat.

For a moment, you're both still. Hood seems caught in a trance, like even Superman couldn't tear him away from this moment. From you. And it's not that you're afraid, you're just... you're...

"How do you know so much about me?" you blurt, because it's puzzled the whole team. "You been spying on me?"

"'Course not. Unlike your boss, I respect privacy. No, I did research. I recognized you from when you'd hang around that second Robin. Shrimpy little guy. What'd ya even see in him?"

The grief overtakes you before you can control your mouth.

"You don't know anything about me or him," you spit. "Don't fucking talk about him. He had more skill and goodness in his pinkie than you'll have in a lifetime. And you could learn a thing from him about changing a city. He'd tell you that fear alone never works."

Hood is quiet for a long moment. Then he speaks.

"Where's your distress signal?"

"Why would I tell—"

Hood shifts over you, cutting off your reply. He pulls a ziptie around your wrists. They're not even a little tight. You could probably slip out of them if you had five minutes.

"I know you're not s'posed to be out tonight," he whispers in your ear. "'S not your patrol night. Good thing you're my favorite."

You nearly swallow your tongue. "How do you—I don't—"

"Uh-huh. So you be good from now on, yeah? Wouldn't wanna have to keep tying you up like this."

You lift your chin. "We'll switch positions soon enough."

Hood snorts. "Okay, I know you heard how that soun—"

"I heard it," you say grumpily. "Just get on with it. Jerk."

"As you wish. Distress signal?"

"Collar."

Hood presses the button under your collar. Your breath hitches as his gloved fingers graze your neck.

"Oh? Does somebody like getting pinned down?"

"In your dreams."

Hood laughs. He zipties your ankles last, then sits you upright against the railing.

"Not too tight, are they?" he asks. "I know you've got a circulation problem."

You squint. "You seem to know a lot about me. Not fair that I don't know much about you, Hood."

"'S just business, honeylove," he says, scooping up his duffel. "Now I don't wanna see you in a suit anymore, comprende?"

"Or you'll what? Shoot me?"

Hood pauses, eerily still. He turns those glowing white eyes upon you. Your heart picks up.

"No," he says, so serious it startles you. "But someone else might. And I don't want you to face the same fate as your good friend Robin."

He vaults over the railing before you can respond. Your head thunks lightly as you lean back and wonder if you're really just business to the Red Hood.

#back to my jason loving ways this evening and yelling screaming kickinv yelling #the subtlety of the dialogue is eating me alive i love this

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Can anyone hear me. Hello

#OP I HEAR YOU IM RIGHT HEAR I HEAR YOU UR SO RIGHT #was literallt wriitng abt them earlier today for a project im working on and they are qpr coded in it #literally them ur so right #LMFAOAJJDJAJDJ #grian #scar #scarian #desert duo #oop typo i meant here KAJSJAJD and.. and hear... English ough

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Help why have I woken up to Grian dressed like Flash from Zootopia on his YouTube thumbnail

#grian #hermitcraft #ik why and im super hoping thats actually what hes referencing as a bit #bc he wants the permit process to be painfully slow LMFAO AJDJAJSJJS

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oh tumblr hasnt seen this yet

#prev #i havent kept up w this in forever but Holy Shit #op your expressions are gonna fucking kill me #god. shit. fuck #this is so good #i want to eat it but not in like a weird way the linework and post and ferocity is just like. really satisfying to look at #scar #grian

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Clues to help you figure out if an autistic friend or loved one is in overload

Overload is basically the point where our Autistic brains can no longer handle input. It's not a meltdown or shutdown, but more of a mental checkout. Frequent overloads, however, can lead to meltdowns or shutdowns.

It's important not to assume that we will have overload only in loud or busy environments. Autistic brains often process information at a much slower pace than a NT brain, so even quiet environments can cause overload if something triggers it.

Note: not every autistic experience is the same and these are general guidelines only.

Common signs of overload:

Loss of facial expression or difficulties in making facial expressions. May start to exaggerate facial expressions, too, as they are struggling to mask.

Staring off into space, easily distracted, struggling to pay attention etc.

Increased stimming.

Difficulties in speaking such as stuttering, forgetting words, mixing up sounds, or difficulty speaking at all.

May try to cover their ears, eyes etc to sensory input.

Increased sensitivities and may include new or unique sensitivities.

Headaches or feeling physically sick such as sweating, stomach ache etc.

Fellow Autistics: what signs would you like for others to know?

#genuinely thank you this post just made me realize ive been in overload for multiple days now #ive been trying so hard to figure out whats wrong but in turn i was just adding More into everything #im. gonna lay down #actuallyautistic #actually autistic #autism

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i think player/mob heads are the more bizzare thing to write around when it comes to hermitcraft stuff. because like.. theyre accessories. they're silly masks. theyre armor stand elements. but then when rendog is being dramatic enough theyre the literal severed heads of his enemies. scar is over here talking about bringing him heads that are fresh and dripping with blood but theyre also wearable. and on top of all that im pretty sure the armor stands are implied to be living citizens by cleo which is a whole new can of worms i don't want to even think about. what do u do with player heads when ur trying to take this series seriously. girl help.

#i always viewed this as a cultural thing of minecraft #like. the morbitiy of a severed head only exists when you contexualize it that way for minecrafters #like we could go 'haha! look at this puppet!' or 'this puppet eats lost souls' yk #death is not permanent so in a way they all view themselves as puppets to display in any fashion theyd like. and they do the same with #previous remnants of themselves [heads] #hc #hermitcraft

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WHERES YOUR DRIVE? WHERES YOUR LITERARY ANALYSIS? WHERES YOUR SONG ASSOCIATION AND ANIMATIC OUTLINES THAT EXPRESS THE CORE ELEMENTS OF YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTERS? RISE RISE RISE

#i need a DISCUSSION #art

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Who the hell is taking cute pictures of you guys outdoors and when can I get a turn

#smh i been takin gorgeous photos of my friends when they arent looking for YEARS!!!! WHEN IS IT MY TURN!!!!!!! #i say this light heartedly but still lmfAO #I HAVE DOZENS OF BEAUTIFUL PHOTOS OF THEM #PLS YALL

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DANGEROUS, OOH, THAT SOUNDS GOOD!

#i will literally actually never get over how you draw him #[implodes- i mean explodes- i i mean-] #JUST???? YOUR COLORS??????? #idk it just. it just GLOWS its so soft and just makes you like #st a r e at it #i think your art just makes me more gay dude ngl #its beautiful #and just the way you draw bodies anatomically is so nice to look at. i really love it #the angle of the EYES whys he LOOKIN LIKE THAT <///< #god you just make them SO pleasing to look at! #10/10 #wonderful art #♡♡♡♡ #lmk sun wukong #lmk

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#*inhales sharply* [thinks about them] [thinks about them] #thinks about the fact that when they argue they never get anywhere with words its always shown through action #the way you presented the EYE CONTACT #[SLAMS FIST INTO TABLE] #THE WAY THEY HOLD EACH OTHER. THE WAY YOU DIVIDE WITH THE CURVED LINES #you made it feel like experiencing a tender forgotten moment #this has me in ruins #its so good!!!! #the red highlights aaaa #felt so bittersweet cause i have love me wrong by allie x playing frkm a playlist i have for them [sobs] #[the lyrics literally go: no ill never be how you remember me #so id rather be in your memory] #this is so amazing!!!! #the claws fingers too! #you made this so tender and warm i love it #10/10 #wonderful art #lmk #♡♡♡♡ #shadowpeach #macaque #monkey king #sun wukong #lego monkie kid #six eared macaque

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What if I made my OWN monkey man (gender neutral).

#bro what an absolutely SATISFYING oc design?? #this is rad! i love zir (zim? im not too practiced in neo akshaldj) sm #the maroonish red is soso nice #the multiple colors in the lineart works so well #this is so dope #10/10 #wonderful art #♡♡♡♡ #oc

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Random Animal Generator - Perchance

#bobcat! neat :)

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Yassified Redson

#bro this is legitimately gorgeous #ypu made him so pretty omg #THE OUTFIT IS KILLER #onbsessed w the mukticolor shading #lmk red son #lego monkie kid #10/10 #♡♡♡♡ #lmk #wonderful art

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I was watching a video if you can survive in an island and it gave me an idea for a doodle and then evolved into an AU

The spring water is highly concentrated demon Magic it can melt your clothes off, you know because ....Magic and stuff

Macaque stayed in the spring water for a good amount of time. all his energy and power was used to heal him until there was nothing left to heal, any longer and he would have been healed to death so the scars actually saved him from dying. he just has enough Magic for simple shadow puppet shows. Ps. Fishbones don't make good brushes🐟

Wukong respectfully tries not to stare at his beloved friends/enemy/secret Century old Crush

Only the most powerful or royal family demons know about the secret island. But as time passed, a lot of people forgot about it or just don't remember where it is anymore. And it was a hassle to get there.Wukong only heard rumors but never bothered to see it.

Now both monkeys must try not to kill each other while trying to survive and escape this magic island that was meant to be secret and that prevents intruders from coming in or out.

Can the Monkey King protect his not-so-secret crush? Can they reconcile with each other?Can Mac let go and finally feel safe with his once-adored sunshine? Can brains and bronze work together on a deserted island for who knows how long? When will a rescue come for these monkeys? Can they save themselves? Let's find out.

Hope you guys like the idea and have fun with it. Anyway with Mac at least Wukong has a little entertainment. BONUS:

If you're wondering why he has Shadow Lantern. I don't know, maybe he got it from his shadow pockets.😈

Wish them both luck💕

#i was trhing to find this post again glad its near the top now!!! #i lovelovelove the character design #its so good. and the way u modified swk's clothes to fit macaque differently!!!!! 10/10 #absolutely insane love it #♡♡♡♡ #wonderful art #lmk #shadowpeach #sun wukong #lmk sun wukong #lmk macaque