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wingedqueenlynx · 13 days
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Environment practice inspired my the Arkham concept art :3
We got Foxy exploring the rainy back alleys of Gotham
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The lighting might be a little too intense, but fuck it- we ball 😎
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jasonswh0rre · 3 months
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Jason especially Arkham Knight Jason is my favorite, he's so complicated yet compelling. His story is so heartbreakingly good that it makes you sympathize with him even if he partially took place in terrorism but like he said he was sorry 🥺.
This is my first post, but I'm going to be posting fanfics, head-canons, etc. Most of my stories are mature, fluff, and occasionally NSFW. While most of my posts will be centered around Jason Todd, I don't mind any suggestions to other characters you have.
Thank you for reading this post. 🩷💫
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So, my OC Dr Robert has a SON
This son becomes the Dodo, so Dr Robert becomes
🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁
The GRIFFIN!!!
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Her haircut is directly inspired from mine when I had long hair
She looks badass like that
Or...
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Oops 🤭
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linxrouge4life · 1 month
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AND FINALLY, AFTER SOME TIME!
*Drum roll*
BLOODSHOT REDESIGN!
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Took me all morning to first find refrences and everything bit I gotta say im proud of myself :]]
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budder-tigress · 2 years
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Completed Drawing Dump!!
I have 4 completed drawings to share for the last few months of work on them (not kidding, procrastination and college are a hell of a drug)
They're technically versions of 2 drawings, but they're 4 pictures, I'll share little blurbs for each character and their fanfic summaries
A blood/injury warning is in order for the 2nd Zephyr drawing and both of Arkelia's drawings
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Here's Zephyrus' final (for now) form! She's my Arkhamverse oc I introduced back in April, and I finally had enough focus to write chapter 1 and start on chapter 2 recently! I've finalized the summary for the fic, so here it is;
Concrete Oasis
In Gotham, everyone’s a little broken, there’s no way around it. The Rogues, Police, Everyday Citizens. Zephyrus is one of those broken people, a meta-human who escaped the lab that created her and is thrown headfirst into the broken world around her. Not even a year into her new life, Gotham’s rogues hear about the new freak in town, and do everything in their power to make her work for them.
Set during the Arkham games with canon-breaking headcanons galore ;p
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Here's my first finished piece of Arkelia! She's my Bear WitcherLass, I introduced the old version of her late last year, but this is her updated design! Her story is still a huge WIP, so I don't have much to share about her, I have my working title though;
Black Bear of Redania
Arkelia's mask is inspired by one I saw made by Embercraft creations, and the pose I used for her is from @jookpubstock
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insertbirb · 2 years
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I’m gonna play thru the games again so nows as good a time as any to post this
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*Jason is casually searching around the room*
Dick: Hey Jason, what’re you looking for?
Jason: My will to live.
*Y/N walks into the room*
Jason: Oh, there it is.
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igotanidea · 11 months
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What is wrong with you!? : AK!Jason Todd x reader
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Just a little something to outline how i see this verse going. Suggestions/requests/feedback is highly appreciated.
WARNINGS: angst, SMUT minors DNI, probably bit of OOC
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He was strong enough to snap her body in two if he wanted.
To break her neck.
To choke her.
To hurt her.
But somehow in his crazy, washed brain, he knew he needed her. And in some messed up, freaked out, impaired way he felt for her.
Not only because she knew what he’s been through, but because it was also so easy to dump all his frustration into her.
He failed in his mission to kill Batman?
Rough sex
His militia was questioning his abilities to lead?
Blowing steam off while pounding into her.
Did he love her?
Yes.
No.
Honestly, what is love? He lost the meaning of this word a long time ago. What he felt for her was like what the owner feels for a pet. Some kind of allegiance. Sure, he would feel some sort of emptiness if someone were to take her away and would probably kill that person off while getting his revenge, but it was nothing more than that.
Or at least that was what he was telling himself.
He was not Robin anymore and his childish infatuation for her surely turned into something more animalistic. She was at his mercy.
Just like right now.
There were some disturbances in the force and it made him angry. Angry enough to grab her from the tech room where she was working and drag her into his own bed, stripping off his armor and clothes, doing the same to her, pressing her to the mattress with all the brute strength he had.  
“Jace…..” she writhed underneath him, feeling him kiss her body with the animalistic urgency, biting, scratching and squeezing. All of her body, except her mouth. He avoided that like a plague. He didn’t need intimacy, closeness and all that bullshit. She was just a playtoy for him. The same way she was for Harley back in the days. The same way he was for Joker. “Please….” A single tear flew down her cheek.
“Shut up.” He hissed, entering her without any prep or warning, just with one push. And it hurt like hell, even after all this time she was kept in Arkham like a prisoner. Well, he was big after all. Her poor body should have been used to all kind of torture by now, but the truth was far from that. And Jason made sure she stayed tight for him. “Just shut the fuck up and take what I give you.” Jason added, putting a hand on her mouth to muffle the scream she dared to let out.
“Jace….” She moaned, not sure if it was pleasure or pain. The fact was that she might have developed some sort of Stockholm syndrome.  She knew him when he was Robin. She loved him when he was Robin and in the back of her head she had this crazy scenario that if she could only comply with his action and commands he would come back to her. Love her back. Love her again.
Poor little thing thought she could save him from himself.
She believed that she could be the one to see and have the real Jason, not the Arkham Knight. But the more she tried, the more she failed. “Baby….” She writhed, one of her hand reaching for his chest and shoulder, trying to touch him, to feel his skin against her, to ground herself.
Mistake.
She wasn’t appalled or disgusted by marks Joker left on him.
He was.
“Get your hands off me!” he shouted and grabbed her tiny wrist in his ironclad grip, leaving bruises and making her whimper in pain. She should have known better. He hated his body, all those scars and imperfections. He hated being reminded of the past tortures and rough treatment and her touch, even if it was so loving and tender did just that. “You little whore!”
“I’m sorry.” She cried out “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…..”
“Just shut up!” he yelled picking up the pace, pounding into her like she was nothing more than a piece of meat. He did not care about her silent begging, pleading and whines. If anything, having such sense of control only spur him on. “I know you like it, don’t you? Being treated like a slut you are? Hm? Y/N? Answer me!”
“Jace…..” she begged, squirming and trying to free her hands, which were now pinned above her head “I….I…..” he was rough, brutal even, but he never failed to bring her pleasure, by some twisted accident igniting the fire inside her and her body slowly started to take over making her unable to form any coherent though, settling on arching her back, whining and silently begging him to not stop while losing her breath.  
“So cock drunk, aren’t you?” he groaned, pushing her body back to the bed harshly, one hand still pinning her hands to the mattress, the other gripping her hip, pushing into her more, harder, faster. “So fucking stupid you can’t even answer one question?”
“I….. ah! Please…..” she whined throwing her head back, exposing the soft flesh of her throat.
“Oh, no, you don’t get to cum. You’re here to serve me, remember? Not the other way round.”
��please…. Jay, please…. I’m so….. “ she gulped awkwardly. She shouldn’t even think about saying it, but it just slipped past her lips “so close. So good. You’re so good. God, Jason, please, please, let me. “
“No.” he smirked vindictively grabbing her throat, cutting the air supply and watching her struggling to breathe. He himself was so close to cumming now.
Finally, with just one more thrust he came inside her, letting out groans and animalistic sounds. But not words. He felt good with her, but it wasn’t like he was going to admit it.
And this time she got lucky since she managed to orgasm with him.
It happened from time to time, not that he cared at all.
“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow night.” He pulled out, immediately reaching for his pants ready to go back to his duties.
“Don’t go.” She cried out, pulling herself up, her blurry eyes and tear stained face making him stop for a second. What the fuck was wrong with her? He treated her like nothing and she still gave him that loving gaze? Why? She was supposed to break, to let go of all her hopes and fantasies filled with happy future with him and yet, all his actions did nothing to make her do that.  “Please, don’t leave me.” She begged, her body shaking, clearly getting into the subdrop phase. She needed aftercare, even the slightest aspect of it. Her entire posture, her curved, trembling lips, the stain from the tears on her cheek.
She was so fragile and vulnerable.
She was so pathetic.  
Fuck!
Those were the times when something in him broke. He might have been brainwashed to hate batman and everything connected to him, his freaking assistant included, but it was y/n. His friend, his first love (and most probably last, since he didn’t have much opportunities to meet girls). He wanted to hold her. She’s been through enough. But he couldn’t break. And even her sad eyes and extended shaking arms were not enough to make him change his mind.
“Clean yourself up.” He muttered “you’re dripping.”
And then he moved towards the adjacent bathroom. He needed a moment for himself. To collect and control every stupid emotion bursting inside him. The thin walls however did nothing to muffle the sobbing and crying of Y/N, who was shaking on the bed, silently calling his name, begging for attention like a little child. Even after all he’s done he was crying for him, wanting his touch and hugs and care and attention.
Fuck, he couldn’t go soft.
But it was painful to hear her like this.
To see her broken. By him. By the only person she wanted and need.
Fuck, she was making him soft.
He yelled in frustration and punched the mirror.
Hard. Hard enough to break it into little pieces that fell to the ground and hurt his knuckles.
The sound clearly scared her, since in a second she appeared in the bathroom door, watching him bleed to the floor. Wearing only her shirt and panties since it was all she could grab in a hurry to check on him.
Fucking check if he was all right.
“what are you staring at?!” he yelled turning towards her. Her eyes wide in fear, her lips trembling, her body shaking but she was so fucking beautiful like this. Just like in the other life, before Harley left her fingerprints on Y/N.
“I… I …..” she stuttered “you’re hurt.”
“Yeah, so what? It’s not like I haven’t been before.” He shrugged, shoving her away, trying to move past her.
“Let me help you.” she whispered, lifting her hand trying to reach him, but quickly realizing how much of a mistake it would be. Again. “Let me patch you up.”
“Why?”
“Cause I don’t want you to bleed. I don’t want to see you like this. Please, Jason, let me…. Let me help you.” she mumbled looking at the ground, too shy and scared of another punishment for even suggesting something like that .
Jason couldn’t comprehend it.
How was it possible that she wasn’t completely broken like him?
What the fuck was wrong with her?!
“Why do you care?!” he yelled in frustration, grabbing her shoulders and pushing her into the wall, a little squeal escaping her lips in the process. “Why?” he grabbed her chin making her look at him
“You know why…..” she sobbed
“don’t you dare saying it!”
“I…. I won’t….. I won’t, I promise. Please…. It hurts.” He let her go, preventing her from falling to the ground. “Let me….”
“Grab the kit. Just do your job. And do it silently. I don’t want any other stupid words coming out of your mouth, you hear me?”
She nodded and without a sound sat him on the bed taking a spot next to him. Her skillful, soft hands patching him up quicker than anyone else ever could. Years of practice as Wayne assistant (i.e. Batman’s helper).
“thank you” he whispered when she was done, not looking at her. She just nodded again, smiled lightly through the tears and laid down on the bed, not daring to hope for anything. Not anymore. And Jason was not going to give her anything, apart from throwing her a blanket so she could cover herself. And then he left, leaving her in the dark, still unable to figure out what was wrong with her.
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oifaaa · 1 year
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DC AU but Tim just hacks the batcomputer to get intel on who the batfam is to get accurate in his Self-Insert fics.
Tim never became robin au in which Tim instead becomes the bats number one civilian enemy since he keeps writing the worst ooc fanfic about them all but gets a scary amount of small details right
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wingedqueenlynx · 3 months
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I wonder what they are talking about?
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The original picture down here for reference lol
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lambsouvlaki · 3 months
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Shelter from the Storm - Relief
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Characters: AK!Jason Todd x fem!oc
Rating and warnings: E, hand job (f!receiving), orgasm delay, soft dom!Jason.
Word Count: 250
Summary: Jason is a terrible tease.
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“Maybe you’d like to stop?” Jason drawled.
She shook her head. Damp hair stuck to her forehead. He brushed it back. 
“I’m going to break you,” he promised into her ear. 
“Go on then,” she panted. 
Her legs trembled and threatened to close. He pulled them up over his thighs. She gripped his wrist and thigh tightly. Her chest heaved with every breath. He pulled back, again. She keened at the loss. 
Still, she didn’t ask for relief.
He nuzzled into her cheek, amazed at her endurance. Just how far could she go? He fed off of her soaring pleasure and denial both.
“You won’t outlast me,” he whispered. “I’m a patient man.”
Hungry, needy eyes looked up at him from a body utterly empty of resistance. Tears trailed freely down her cheeks. Her voice had turned raspy and weak. He flicked a thumb over a neglected nipple, and she cried out. 
He brought her to the precipice again. He had worked out how to hold her there, denying her rest time.
Her hand fluttered over his hand. Her eyes closed. 
“Please,” she whispered. It was a broken sob. 
He wrapped a hand lightly around her throat and rubbed his thumb gently over a tendon. 
“What was that?”
“Please, Jason, let me come.”
“Beautiful,” he sighed.
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finzphoenix · 1 month
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A commission, related to THIS Riddler/reader story, that I finished just this evening for @caesariawritesstuff! It was so much fun to figure out how to place all these larger-than-life villains on one page! 🖤✍️
Riddler, Penguin, Two Face (c) DC comics
All OCs (c) caesariawritesstuff
Art (c) Finzphoenix
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linxrouge4life · 2 months
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FINALLY did the fake episode BTAS title:
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Would you watch it?
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thesandsofelsweyr · 4 months
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What do you think Jason will do next?
Jason having a mentally strong s/o who was captured by Harley Quinn. HQ tries to break her but s/o isn’t fazed until HQ shows her videos of how Jason was tortured and gives her a hallucinogenics to believe he’s dead again. S/o tries to fight it. Jason saves her and finds a tape recorder, HQ had tape the whole interaction. Jason watches the videotape in horror…
At first he'd probably have to fight a panic attack since he sees not only her torture but his torture as well. But then he'd do everything that wasn't done for him. He'd make sure she got the best medical care, then after she checked out from the hospital, he'd take care of her at her place: waiting on her hand and foot, cooking her favorite meals, reading to her, trying to make her smile and laugh again, just letting her cuddle in the crook of his arm while gently combing his fingers through her hair. He'd keep his gun hidden from view but never far from him because there's no way in hell he'd let her go through that again.
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creaman · 6 months
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commission for @vvitch-selfship !!
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drpumpkinsart · 2 months
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ok im working on a fun thing for myself but im SO proud of how its coming along 🥺
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