#like very slightly but still

[ennaku-sirri-da]

JUST ANOTHER DAY IN THE TOWER ( S4M COMIC )

PART 2

( Plaintext: Just another day in the Tower (S4M Comic)

Part 2 )

PS: This has a lot of my personal HCs LMAO don't worry about it but if it confuses you just see my talk under the cut! Actually I HIGHLY recommend you read it PLS AND also Part 1( linked)

[ ID: Fanart done in traditional medium, uncolored, with pencil and slightly rough sketching. It's a comic of the game Smile For Me featuring in part 2, Kamal Bora and Dr.Habit living together. The panels alternate colors between cool blue, warmer red and orange tones and gray because of how they were photographed.

The designs have canon style but the changes in the artists interpretation are as follows. Kamal has a lot of acne, eyebags and thick brows. For this comic his hair is in a ponytail and he casually wears sleeveless top with sweatpants. Habit has the most change- Here he has a muppet-like appearance with fur, longer hair, cheek patches with a splash of freckles, stitches and scars on hands plus an X shaped one near his mouth. His teeth are uneven with a bigger snaggletooth too. His long coat is made of some soft, scratchy material and it's collar is bush-like with feathery parts holding flowers.

The comics part 2 starts with a textbox announcing in the SpongeBob Narrator voice," An unspecified time later" in allcaps. Habit stands tall and smug, smirking as he points a hand to his head in mock pity, "Oh Kamochka.. always so gullible to my charms.( he says all this in a singsong) And I did not even DO anything this time.. I was just STANDING there~" he says, speaking all throughout with characteristic spelling errors. Kamal simply rolls his eyes in response, holding a mug of coffee.

He leans back, one little finger on the table as he takes a long sip. " SO..."

He sits upfront, glaring straight at Habit with a full grin and folded-up hands clutching each other set on the table, mug kept aside. There is a hint of playfulness. " H. O. W. " He asks.

Habit yet again micheviously folds his hands, angled up to his face, and smiles wide like a cat, eyes closed-- like his ingame smug pose. A characteristic emote is shown with a face resembling the same expression. " Now, Now... That's not how you treat a gentle-puppet..." A simplified chatbubble with a small Kamal face is seen, he looks unfazed. He says," what do you want."

Habit turns his head slightly and presses a finger into one cheek, brushing up the fur on it. He slightly winks as he states, " Cold. " Kamal responds openly jovially Now, raising his brow in a light exasperation as he replies, "SIGHH OK come here!!"

He warms Habit's cheeks in the next panel by kissing the spot. Habit in turn holds his back, leaning down a bit. They look serene with hearts drawn all around and a light swirling shape. Kamal is noted to be 'on the kissing stool'.

Kamal smiles lopsidedly, hand resting contendly on a cheek leaning to one side as he holds his mug once again, " No "Thank you, honey" for lil ol' me...?". Habit is beside him, flapping his hands fast in an infectious happiness. A smile emote is next to him.

Next panel is a sequence with solely simplified small faces in chatbubbles. Habits face is drawn egg like while Kamals is a rectangle, both have dot eyes. Habit knowingly asks, preening over it, " What was that? You want me to call you HONEY?" Kamal smiles somewhat awkwardly in his confused response, "No- I mean, yes, I mean, N-- " he cuts himself off, " You've been calling me that for YEAARS!!" Habit giggles, hand over mouth, " Oh, hum...for YEARS?... Like we're...( he pauses and exagerrates this with a wavy underline) married?" Kamal has clouds of steam coming off him now as he puffs up, very embarrassed. A bunch of exclamation marks come from him. Habit finally stops teasing him and smiles a bit as he says, "...Thank you honey. You can stop heating like boil egg now..."

Then we go back to the regular artstyle. Habit looks up as he scoffs with a signature crooked smile, putting his palms out in a way that expresses what he says " I literally lived through Forsaw and Bahd... You can NOT trick me. ANYWAY"

He looks to the viewers side as his smile becomes wider, angling a hand up to one eye as if to make a focusing-the-eye-on-you gesture. His other hand unscrew out one of his glass eyeballs. " I guess you could say,..." End ID]

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Explanations and talk under the cut as always!

Right...let's go panel by panel like before, friend!

Panel 1: THE NICKNAMESSSS You bet Kamal calls him " DAWL ( Doll )" as well, hey he has the accent for it!! Doll eyes....

Oh, and Kamochka is a diminutive of Kamal's name taken from the Russian tradition of casual diminutives! The -ka suffix is intimate and for very close relations. It implies smallness in a loving way as well, this is what I recall.

Panel 4: UwU

Panel 6: Making up for that rude scare, heheehe. Anyone remember that Dirty Dancing draw I did of them where Kamal reached up to him through, like, those wheeled gym scooter things? Fuckin asshole, always making Kamal feel short HAKSKSJS So, so many silly ways to Smooch the Habit.

Panel 8: HAHA I flirted with myself to come up with this dialogue in the DEAD OF NIGHT so even though this part is awkward IMO I hope you appreciate the beautiful self-love of me DROPPING PICK UP LINES ON MYSELF

Also nah, they're not Actually married. Yet. Or never. They just ended up kind of acciDENTally living together. Best Bros and sometimes husbands even.

Panel 9: You can NAWWTTT TRICK (❓️‼️❓️( prominent red exclamation marks and question marks emojis)) HIM

* is duped by computer virus *

* buys Gerry's shitty X ray machine scam *

ETC.... TBH I forgot that naïveity of his when I drew this, maybe in this AU he's a Little More Fortified TM due to the ragdoll twins Forsaw and Bahd( fandom OCs with my own spin on them!!) but you can still Totes Jape Him DW he just got lucky HAKSKSJS The twins would say so anyway ; ) ( winky emote)

Panel 10: HHHHH-

Yup! His body parts are detachable. They're in pretty tight though so I don't advise removing them without um, asking him, LOL.

Plus they could crawl back to him and now that would be Ough....for you🥸 ( disguised emoji with big moustache and glasses indicating amusement here )

HIS HANDS WERE AN ADVENTURE TO DRAW THROUGH ALL THIS WITH THE DETAILING HOOO BOY--

( Plaintext: His hands were an adventure to draw through all this with the detailing hoooo boy--)

STAY TUNED FOR PART 3( THE ENDING ) EVERYONEEEE THATS ALL

( Plaintext: Stay tuned for part 3( the ending ) everyoneee that's all )

And can you figure out HOW Habit knew they were sneaking on him....? ; ) (winky emote)

TBH I didn't plan that part very well so I Forgave You Already if you don't know HAJSJSJ BE free!!!!

#body horror tw #like very slightly but still #s4m #smile for me game #habismal #dr habit #kamal bora #comic #s4m comic #au #roseverse #my art #fanart #THIS is all old art btw just reminding....!! so you will see a discrepancy in designs and other stuff #domestic #gay #GAYYYYY /POS #long post

[ruporas]

the blank ticket in your hand is just waiting to be filled in.

happy birthday vash! (ID in alt text)

#vash the stampede #trigun #trigun maximum #trigun maximum spoilers #trimax spoilers #vashwood #i actually made it... im crying... was devastated for a bit bc i thought i wouldnt had anything for vash's bday!! #but happy birthday to the twins.. vash and knives... #no matter what i was going to make a vash centric post im sorry knives... i have a comic in progress also but it was taking too long T_T #that one would celebrate both of them slightly more fairly! but anyway. #birthdays to someone like vash must not mean a whole lot. even the first one - him and knives were like oh what... cool.. i don't think the #had the chance to celebrate much after that :pensive: and vash probably spent most of his birthdays like any other day so i kind of just #wanted to celebrate him living and being alive - living for as long as he did and the people that eventually made living worth it #keep counting the years vash!!! even if you dont have birthday parties - it's still very very special #quote is directly from rem’s speech in ch 41 also #ruporas art

[bet-on-me-13]

Sam is Adopted

So! Have you ever noticed how Sam doesn't look like either of her Parents? Her Mom and Dad are Blonde and Ginger, and neither of them have Purple Eyes. How would Sam ever come from either of them?

She tells people that she dyes her Hair and wears Contacts, but the reality is that she was adopted as a baby by them. They had just found out that Pamela was Infertile and they wanted an Heir foe their company, so they decided to Adopt a kid.

But the Adoption Agency didn't have any kids who would realistically look like them, so they just got the first kid they found.

She had been left at the Orphanage by her Mother citing an inability to raise her and an unstable income. She never told the Agency her name, but told them that the baby's name was Sam, named after her Grandfather.

Sam was raised knowing that she was Adopted, but never really put much interest into it. Until one day when she decided that her adoptive Parents support of the Anti Ecto Acts was a step too far for her. She took an Ancestry DNA Test to see if she could find her Bio Mom to get away from them.

The results came back, and she found out that her Mom was a woman from Metropolis named Lois Lane.

#Dpxdc #Dp x dc #Dc #Dcxdp #Dc x dp #Danny Phantom #Dcu #Lois Lane #Sam Mason #Sam is adopted #Lois Lane is Sam Mason's biological mother #She got pregnant in College to an Ex and couldn't raise a kid with her Career so she gave her up #When Sam finds out her Bio Mom is a Badass Journalist who dated Superman? #She is excited to say the least #Ecstatic even #She does still love her adoptive parents but they have been going through a rough patch lately #What with them supporting the Acts that would outlaw her Best Friend's very existence #And also her (she's liminal) #Alternative Idea: What if she is Lois and Clark's first kid who got kidnapped and ended up in a random Orphanage? #Danny is one day teasing Sam and she punches him through 3 Walls when her Powers come in #Tucker feels left out #Until he remembers he is the Reincarnation of a God-Like Pharoah who mastered All Magics in the World and has all of his Powers #Then he feels slightly better

[humans-are-tasty]

#my art #monkey d. luffy #one piece #dracule mihawk #sir crocodile #mihawk a little more moustachy and very OOC smile #the croc is from almost a year ago but i still find it neat #just normal drawings #hoping to draw less fanart and more original stuff this year. or at least really try to go out of my comfort zone #also plz no inappropriate comments about the croc #luffy and mihawk make good templates to experiment on. maybe cuz they're simple and shaped + wide brim hat #i seriously have a mihawk disease #i really like drawing low angles #i was looking at pics of tsurumi from GK and i was like mihawk could have a moustache like that #i think mihawk is the cutest guy in one piece. #April Edit: modified the luffy pic slightly. the shadow cutting off in the middle of his neck was bothering me for months

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 207

Danny does not come out of the portal. 

In fact, he’s lost. Very lost. He just wants to go home and is getting scared of everything around him because he doesn’t know what’s going on. But! But he’s found an (admittedly also terrifying) castle or keep or whatever they’re called that all the ghosts avoid!

It never exactly enters his mind that they might have been avoiding such a place for a reason. 

In unrelated news, the first thing Fright Knight sees after his sword was (accidentally) knocked free from its prison is not a blob ghost- they’ve done it a few times over the eternities- but a ghostling. A newborn ghostling, who promptly bursts into tears to his genuine horror. What did he do?!

#Prompts #Danny Phantom #DP #Dad Fright Knight #He’s trying to calm the few-days dead ghostling #Danny is like the size of a small child compared to Fright #Danny being a Halfa didn’t get the instinctive information other ghostlings do #& thx to his parents’ study doesn’t know ghosts aren’t all bad #Fright (slightly panicking): Would you feel better if I gave you a blade?? #Danny does get a very big (for him) knife that Fright gently adjusts his grip on during their adventure #Fright: Is this the area you came from? #Danny: No :( #Fright: Would petting Nightmare make you feel better #Danny: Omg a horsie yay #Amity does still have to deal with the rest of the ghosts while this is going on #Then one day there’s this whole ass giant hell knight and tiny child standing there #Fright Knight: I have had this ghostling for (insert number of weeks) and if anything happened to him I would release Pariah to destroy eve #Fright Knight #Danny Fenton

[phoenixcatch7]

Dp x dc twin au where Danny and Damian were in fact conjoined/siamese twins, but the most dangerous type - one head, two bodies.

Their early removal from talia being because their shape would not have allowed for natural birth, they were written off but talia begged for the chance to send them off in the lazarus pit.

By some bizarre miracle, before she turned to leave, two small bodies bobbed to the surface - identical in every way, except for the eyes. The previous blue eyes now split in two, one left, one right, and the new eyes, pit created, a bright green.

She took her child, her two children, and together, they survived.

Being removed prematurely, their early years were tough, but soon they blossomed into promising heirs for the league. In sync with every step, the closest of brothers, the league was certain the old fairy tale of twins being telepathic had been granted by the pit that separated them, the remnants of being born as one mind, one brain, one skull.

But then Danny had to flee, and leave his other half behind. Stretched by distance for the first time, the bond grew thin and stretched, and Damian grieved his brother as dead. When he started being sent on public missions, he hid his distinctive heterochromia, choosing the green in memory of the pit that had given him and his brother life.

Danny, hiding his pit aura in the ocean's worth that was Amity park, took to blue, the colour that he and Damian were born with.

Damian moves to Gotham, and continues to mourn his brother as dead, right until one day when he is twelve, when he learns what the death of your other half truly feels like.

-

Their reunion is a thing of family legend. Violence runs hot in both bloodlines, ghosts are highly emotional and prone to fighting a the drop of a hat for bonding, playing, testing, every reason under the green sun. Their training and play often consisted of friendly spars, competitive spars, furious spars, venting spars. Both have been exposed to unhealthy amounts of ecto since before their birth.

There is a long, long minute of staring, before they rip themselves away and lunge at each other like wolves.

The bat family are horrified by their brutally efficient youngest suddenly barreling towards a clone (?) and trying to claw his throat open with his bare hands while openly sobbing.

It ends with them wrapped around each other crying into the others shoulder as their minds finally meet again and relax from the painful stretch for the first time in years.

But nobody else has any idea what to do.

#Idk I just really like slightly codependent twins #Talia and ras had to put so much work in to prevent them from developing separation anxiety like dogs from the same litter #Also I like Damian thinking Danny is dead until he very abruptly finds out he is now via soul mate agony. Someone did a fic with that idea #It was really good. Let's dial it up to eleven #Danny and Damian having different eye colour and it being the fault of Damian's extra exposure to the pit is awesome too #But I wanted to see if there was a way they could both have the same eyes. Well. Close enough. #Same eyes + twin telepathy + the birth complications people like to give Danny = siamese twins #Also the portal accident happens two years early so there's that #I can't decide whether I want the first meeting to be alive Danny or dead Phantom #Or whether it be a summoning or something #I just need Damian and Danny to lay eyes on each other and immediately go feral #They still don't want to share a room though #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #danny and damian are twins #twins #twin au #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dc x dp prompt #dc x dp crossover #It's not like telepathy it's more if one twin has seen it so has the other #It's not conscious on their part. They don't choose to share things usually. It's been that way since they were born. #That's what they think twins are for the longest time until talia realises and explains #Ras genuinely thinks Danny died because of how devastated Damian was and how he stopped knowing things he shouldn't #1k

[lazylittledragon]

the thing that i love so much about my relationship is that i feel absolutely zero pressure for us to be in eachother's pockets constantly. not just in the way that we like to have our own space sometimes but that i don't feel guilty for getting fixated on a project and not texting him or leaving him on read for a few hours. we have a system where i just say "i'm so sorry, i fell down the Art Hole again" and he says "that's ok, was the art hole fun, can i see what you did in there?". or if i have a feeling i'm going to draw until late at night i'll be like "pre warning, i might be in the art hole this evening" and when i'm done he's texted me goodnight anyway.

tldr: find someone who doesn't get mad at you for crawling into a hole and instead helps you out of the hole and asks what you saw down there

#ramble #G i know you don't tumblr but if you ever see this i adore you #context: one of my exes got upset when i started my webcomic because it meant i would be giving her slightly less attention #and another one asked me to stop sending her my art entirely and that kind of thing doesn't leave you y'know #i'm very glad i'm with someone that doesn't make me feel like we need to be texting 12 hours a day to reassure myself that he still loves m #because i already know he does :')))

[artist-rat]

also recreated one of my d&d characters, knell, & his void kitty, knead, in bg3. and lol, since i cannot have a black cat i downloaded a displacer beast mod instead

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #tav #oc: knell #as one does #so it's very casual and chill #it was a bit funny 'cause i still instinctively rp him worrying abt knead and running after it like it's a tiny jumpy baby meanwhile #knead is out there obliterating everything and tearing foes apart with a slow blink and cannot die #i mean it was funny in the og d&d as well bc knead is some ancient powerful entity but #at least it looked and somewhat acted like a regular cat so it was slightly more understandable lol

[myrkulitescourge]

can i just say, it still makes me feel a little crazy how astarion, come act 3, still can’t quite put a name to his relationship with his partner, but he WILL tell them he wants to keep them both safe.

he won’t say i love you just yet but he will say forever, for good.

#astarion's greatest desire being safety -> astarion telling his partner he wants to keep them safe too #the way this particular facet of his want is twisted into a desire to preserve them eternally through vampirism and compounded by #his own need for security from betrayal if he does ascend #the way 'it can't be forever' is very pointedly one of tav's options to break up with him post ritual as a spawn #and the shift in his language going from very fleeting and temporary to this very permanent thing despite his inability to name it #going from 'i'm all yours and you're all mine... until morning at least' #to 'i'm doing this for you too you know. to make sure we're both safe. forever. for good.' #like do you get me do you understand the gravity of a vampire dropping the f (forever) word #chef's kiss muah no notes #astarion ancunin #astarion #astarion bg3 #bg3 astarion #i knowww he's still being a cheeky and slightly manipulative guy up to the actual ritual but come on

[galacticlamps]

if i was edwin payne and a giant inter-dimensional ghost-eating mushroom was about to consume me and my bff of 30+ years on the same day i went out of my way to dress up nice because i literally just figured out i was deeply and completely in love with him and despite my 100+ years of edwardian-era repression i already decided i needed to share this information with him as soon as possible because we are indeed that close, and said best friend/love of my life decided to take his hand off the branch/root thing we were clinging to trying not to get swallowed just so he could put his hand over mine for comfort in what even the evil witch attempting to obliterate us felt the need to comment on for being a sweet final moment, i would simply pass away. again.

#dead boy detectives #edwin payne #charles rowland #the case of the creeping forest #charles was insane for this one i dont know how edwin didnt combust on the spot #the most unrealistic thing about edwin payne is NOT that he's a ghost who does magic & pulls everyone in town except his own life partner #it's that he ever appears onscreen again after episode 6 #total annihilation via mushroom was right there in front of him #and instead of offing himself he had the balls to look his crush in the eye again after THAT? #like i get the show has been very clear about the fact that the guy is especially resilient and such #it's a well-established and oft-returned-to plot point and all #but come ON #could never be me #HOW is his first line after getting out of that both sensible and slightly snide that boy does not deserve to be cool & collected already #im still not and it's been weeks since i saw it and it didnt even happen to me

[cherriiramen]

hhhhhh but what if everything was fixed and Joker was fixed and he was no longer Joker but Jack Napier instead after Bruce talked with him an actual meaningful emotional conversation (after Alfred sat him down and lectured him about his complicated bottled up feelings towards him) and made sure he gets regularly doses of therapy afterwards (with him accompanying him) and he tried another go at being a stand-up comedian and he was extremely successful and everyone laughed at his jokes and he laughed with them because he was genuinely happy and sometimes he’d end up having to pause mid-stage to wipe his eyes from tears of joy and then when everyone claps Bruce would be in the crowd somewhere and claps the loudest and they got married and shared custody of Robin together and Alfred slayed as a father in law and and wasnwjkwo

(whispers) it’s canon now.

#Adding the rings to their fingers added 20 years to my life #You should try it it’s like therapy #OH AND #this is sort of an au I thought up reaaaal late at night #Joker is cured but the chemical effects still very slightly remain #leaving his skin pale but not to the point of being canvas-white #And his hair black with a very very tiny leaning towards green #His other eye stays purple because I think it looks pretty on him #He’s no longer psycho but he’s still got his sense of humour and passion for pranks (not ones that kill you) #Bruce Wayne #Joker #Jack Napier #Bruce x Jack #Bruce x Joker #Batjokes #art #my art #headcanons (??) #Somewhat yeah! #Batjokes headcanons #Batjokes fanart #dc #superheroes #batman

[concernedbrownbread]

*Hands your 7 dollars*

ID: screenshot from the Brothers Sun where Bruce hands 7 one dollar bills to the Admin and asks "How much education would this buy me?" END ID

#i love bruce actually #yeah yeah charles is the wettest little meow meow and I love him too #BUT WHAT ABOUT THIS BOY RIGHT HERE? #in this world for like two weeks and outmaneuvers all the big players without compromising (too much of) his morals? #even if he is still a bit of an idiot #literally even big sun was slightly impressed by the end #ughhh my boyyyy #new meme template #i think? #this show is very funny and sweet pls go watch #the brothers sun #bruce sun

[puppyeared]

The garment, worn by those in good standing with Hyrule royalty, has been reworked with the latest improvements, such as a new shoulder guard.

#I miss my wife tails. I miss her a lot. I’ll be back #I love the champions leathers design but the story behind it is so sweet too like. she wanted to thank him so she went and #got some improvements added to it?? and she wanted to see his face when she surprises him with it hello????? #I think my favourite part is the half chest just for angst. I like imagining she was very particular about the armour placements #and had a chest piece added because yknow. right over the heart might I add #originally I wanted this to be more angsty but halfway through I was like wait this would completely miss the point #in my mind the armor isn’t just ‘I don’t want you to die again’ but also ‘I want to keep you safe as best I can’ #in her diary she was like links armor is wearing down so you know what? I’m gonna add more armor to better protect him!!! #and with her upbringing in mind (and the conversation she had with him about whether he would still choose to be a knight if things were #different) she could have totally asked him to stop doing it altogether. but she made the armor for him instead #sidenote she also got to be a teacher and scholar like she wanted and that is so. dont look at me I’m crying #I don’t know if ANY of this makes sense I’m just rambling. yes I wear the champions leathers every chance I get why do you ask #btw if you squint the leathers chainmail and sweater are taken from the hylian armor chestpiece! slightly modified on the tunic but cool #my art #myart #tears of the kingdom #totk #totk spoilers #totk zelda #totk link #botw spoilers #botw #breath of the wild #loz #loz fanart #comic #tw blood #blood

[spoilers-ahead]

okay!! now that it’s not 2am for me, i’m going to post my selkie!jason todd hc’s straight up au apparently! 

(uh. this was supposed to just be a list of hc’s but i got slightly,,,, carried away)

his selkie skin looks like an oversized red hoodie in his human form, and is just warm enough to help him survive new england winters.

when the summer heat becomes unbearable, he slings the hoodie around his waist

alternatively, he just coasts it out underwater. perks of living in a coastal city!

willis todd was a selkie. he used to tell jason stories of what it was like to swim through the big, wide ocean. of how freeing it felt. how different it is, from the smoggy, heavy air of gotham --- different, but both theirs, in their own right.

but to be honest, jason doesn’t remember much about the stories he was told, or really, anything about willis --- he had been in and out of blackgate for most of jason’s life, working for two-face to try and make ends meet, before dying. 

what jason mostly remembers, are the warnings. don’t let anybody know you’re a selkie. don’t let anybody find your skin. they will find it, and they will use it to control you. even decades later, jason would still remember those warnings. 

catherine is the one who teaches him how to swim, who helps him trial-and-error his way into putting his skin on, and learn how to make the transition seamless. 

after she dies, jason spends three months as a seal, to just... exist. forget.   

although jason technically lives on the streets, whenever he can;t find food, whenever he can’t find somewhere warm to sleep, whenever just being human becomes too unbearable, he spends the night as a seal. he ends up spending more time in the ocean, than on land.

that’s not to say he’s very good at being a seal --- he barely knows how to swim, has to learn how to fish the hard way. 

when bruce finds jason stealing his car tires, he marvels over how nice jason’s hoodie is, soft and fluffy even after all of jason’s time on the streets, especially given the condition jason is in, ribs showing from malnutrition, and the worn and raggedy shape of the rest of his stuff.

jason is skittish when he goes to live in the manor, even after a few weeks. he always adopts an expression particularly similar to a cornered wild animal around alfred in particular, alfred, who keeps on trying to take his hoodie away, purportedly to wash it.

alfred eventually gives up on trying to force jason to wash it --- he figures that as jason becomes more comfortable living at the manor, he’ll wind up telling them why he’s so protective over that hoodie, and they can work something out then. 

whenever wayne manor overwhelms jason with how big and how decadently expensive all the decor is, jason runs away, run to the ocean. 

jason doesn’t actually end up telling alfred and bruce that he’s a selkie --- bruce just has a ridiculous amount of motion alarms, which are triggered every time jason ran off. he had followed jason the third night, and saw him transform. 

bruce doesn’t tell jason that he knows, assuming that jason kept this a secret because he didn’t fully trust either of them. he would later learn that he was right in this assumption (a rare win for bruce in terms of emotional awareness)

except jason doesn’t fully trust either of them, even after a few months. bruce impulsively decides to do a few things --- a) tell jason about batman and robin and his crime-fighting secret identity, and b) tell jason he already knows about him being a selkie. 

jason is absolutely bamboozled by the fact that bruce knows, and yet hasn’t tried to take his hoodie to control him, or to stop him from playing in the ocean for a few hours. 

in fact, (under alfred’s encouragement) bruce offers to take him to the ocean during the day, so he can get “a proper night’s rest that a growing young boy such as himself would need”

jason remembers what his father told him, to never trust anyone, never let his guard down. but bruce has known about jason being a selkie for so long, and he didn’t take his hoodie or try anything. of course he can trust bruce. 

and when he tries on the robin costume for the first time, it fits perfectly. just like his hoodie, his second skin. it fits just like magic. 

oh, it’s a little loose in some places, the legacy of dick fucking grayson a little heavy sometimes, but he’ll grow into it. he’ll make himself, if he has to. 

also, jason finds the fact that even though he’s a friggin’ selkie, his callsign is a bird (a robin, no less) incredibly ironic and funny 

being a selkie is actually so useful for vigilantehood. the amount of people who talk freely, openly, and loudly about their drug smuggling plans near the ports is quite frankly, ridiculous.

honestly, towards the end of his robin years, jason remains genuinely surprised nobody catches on to him or his tactics yet. bruce is very proud.  

even though jason is safe, has been safe for three years, and trusts bruce with his life, his skin, and everything, old habits are hard to break. so he has his hoodie on when he goes to find sheila. 

and anyways, he wants to see if sheila is a selkie too. he’s taking biology right now, and they’re learning about punnett squares. jason’s never met another selkie before, other than willis who he barely remembers. there’s a possibility that sheila knows something, anything, so he has to try. 

sheila gets a glint in her eyes when jason mentions that he’s a selkie, tells him that while she’s not one herself, she’s familiar with the myth. she has long suspected that willis was a selkie, she tells him, and she’s glad to have confirmation. 

jason positively vibrates with excitement, can’t wait to ask, to pester his mother (mother!) with questions upon questions until. 

until. 

sheila doesn’t do anything after she gives him to the joker. she just smokes and smokes. and she doesn’t tell the joker about his hoodie, despite how it would have been much easier for the joker to destroy him that way. much more painful too.  

small mercies, he supposes, in between hacking coughs that brings blood bubbling up his lips. 

after he dies, his hoodie is ripped and in tatters from the crowbar, with burns along the edges from the bomb. bruce has to carefully peel it off his body. 

when jason was alive, his magic kept the hoodie in perfect condition, always. even when the rest of him was covered head-to-toe in mud, or dripping sludge from the nasty gotham sewers. 

bruce stares at the same hoodie, blood-soaked and mangled, so incredibly dissonant from how he remembered it on jason, when he was bright, whole, and alive. 

he can’t stand it. the hoodie that was so precious to jason, that was jason, at the core of him, in this state. dirty and ripped and devoid of the magic jason had exuded. 

in a moment of desperation, late at night, bruce asks alfred to teach him how to sew. he doesn’t dare to practice on jason’s beloved hoodie --- instead, he starts with the suits in his closet, grabbing the first one he sees, regardless of price. rips a hole and sews it back together over and over until he perfects his technique. 

and then he washes the fabric gently, using baby fabric cleanser and scrubbing for hours upon hours until the last traces of the deep-set brown stain from jason’s blood washes down the drain.

he painstakingly sews the scraps of fabric back together with a red thread, carefully sourced to match the hoodie to try and make it flow seamlessly like it used to. 

it doesn’t work, not exactly. despite his best efforts, the creases bruce had carefully sewn together are prominent and thick like scars, littering the  soft fabric.

so he gives up. he hangs it over the grandfather clock entrance to the cave in his study. brings it with him every time he visits jason’s grave, because he doesn’t ever want to keep jason’s hoodie away from him, but he also can’t bear for it to get ruined. 

dick visits him. a rare occurrence, these days. 

dick yells at him, as he is wont to do. 

these days, it feels like they spend more time angry at each other than not. dick says that this isn’t right. isn’t fair to anybody, not to alfred, not to himself, definitely not to jason. he rants, jason deserves to be remembered as he was in life, not frozen in death. 

perhaps he is right. bruce is not unaware of the state of violent, cutting stasis he is in, this putrefaction of his life. and he is certainly not unaware of how it is affecting the people around him. dick. alfred. the neighbor’s kid, the one who wants to be robin.   

bruce tries. not for himself, but for tim. for alfred, for dick. even for stephanie brown, who sometimes, when she smirks just right, or says something with just the right twang, he swears he can see jason in her. 

he still can’t bear to put the hoodie away, because jason deserved better than to be forgotten, so he folds it gently and places it in his closet instead. 

he also can’t bear to look at it for very long, so he forces himself to every single day. 

it’s different from the glass case that houses robin’s tattered suit in the cave --- that, is a reminder of how he failed robin. this, this is salt in a constant, stabbing, festering would, reminding him of how he failed his son. 

it was stephanie, that eventually helped him figure out what to do with the hoodie. when she was young, young enough to cry at ripped pants and skinned knees, young enough that her mother hadn’t touched the drugs yet, her mother would dry up her tears, give her a hug and a kiss on the forehead, before patching her pants up. 

what not many people know, is that before crystal brown set her mind on becoming a nurse, she wanted to be an artist, first. and so she grabs her old set of embroidery needles, and stitched little designs. dogs and cats. stars and planets. tools and gadgets. 

bruce doesn’t react, doesn’t even move, even as stephanie finishes her story. she hangs there awkwardly for a second, stares up at jason’s suit, waiting for him to respond, before shuffling towards the exit of the cave. 

thank you, spoiler, bruce manages to croak out. 

ah, yeah, she says, shrugging lightly while slouching in on herself, any time, boss. she walks out, and bruce watches her go from the reflection on the darkened computer. 

that night, he takes out jason’s hoodie, smooths it out, grabs his threads, and stitches. 

he stitches on constellations, argo navis, for jason’s namesake in the greek myths he had loved so much. a tiny seal, playing with beach balls. little books, with quotes on the sides. a robin, big and bold. 

he tries to make it as true to jason as possible, not just in death and in bruce’s memories, but as he was in life.

jason wakes up abruptly.  

he wakes up in a coffin, cold, alone, and with a gaping hole in his chest. getting dipped in the lazarus pit only made it worse, only made him all the more aware of what he was missing, all the more conscious of it. 

he doesn’t bother trying to learn how to swim with two arms and two legs, instead of two fins and a tail. it doesn’t feel the same. it only reminds him of what he’s lost. 

sometimes, on sleepless nights that happen more often than not, he wonders what would have happened if he still had a hoodie, still could swim. 

if he still was robin. 

and he doesn’t have access to the cave anymore, or to the titan’s tower, or the watchtower, and his memory of the past is still patchy and shitty in some places. 

so in a burst of impulsivity fueled by the person he no longer is, he prints out photos of robin’s costume from the internet and recreates it on his own. 

if his skin is gone, then fine. fine! he’s perfectly perfunctorily aware that nothing about this resurrection of his is natural. if he doesn’t think too much about it, he’ll be alright. his hoodie, his skin, that was something he was born with, a birthright that died with him. 

but robin, robin was something that he helped shape. robin was something that he worked for, changed himself for. 

and the makeshift robin suit --- it doesn’t fit him, not anymore. no, it feels wrong, like a child playing with their parent’s suit. or --- he realizes, perhaps more accurately, like an adult realizing they no longer fit in their favorite clothes. 

and --- and --- what was the point of it all? what was the point, of trying to make bruce proud of him, of getting dick’s approval, of trying to futilely save people over and over again from the same gallery of supervillains who keep on escaping from prison?!

and what was the point of carving out a space for himself if the joker was just going to beat him out of it, and if tim drake was going to insert himself in the hole he left behind?

and then the next thing he knows he’s in titan’s tower hitting tim drake over and over again because who let him? who let him take jason’s role as a son, as a brother, as a hero? how dare he?

but when he’s slit tim’s throat and torn the ‘R’ off his chest, jason doesn’t feel any better. the robin suit still doesn’t fit. his hoodie’s still gone. 

he’s starting to think it never will, not again. 

sometimes, when he gets tired enough to let his mind wander, he wonders what happened to his suit. 

he’s pretty sure he died with it, so either the hoodie is with the joker, batman, or... gone entirely. (it’s not like they found willis’ skin after he died. maybe selkie skins just disappear in a cloud of sea foam once they die, or some little mermaid shit like that)

it’s a cold comfort, that nobody can manipulate him now. nobody can control him --- not even batman. 

(bruce had thought about it. when he first had his suspicious regarding who the red hood was, before he knew there was any trace of the son he once had left. he thought about using the hoodie, using jason’s selkie skin to coerce him, at least to stop murdering people, to stop hurting their family.) 

(he would never go that far, in retrospect, or at least, he doesn’t think he could ever. to do that to jason, betray his trust so thoroughly and completely... but it would be a lie to say that he didn’t consider it.)

bruce reflects on this as jason reveals himself, the joker tied up at his feet with a gun pressed to his head, and venom spitting from his son’s mouth.  

but when he lifts the batarang to hit jason’s gun, or wrist, or anything that’ll force him to drop the gun, he realizes that his hands are shaking. 

and when he throws the batarang, he knows a millisecond after he’s let go, that he’s miscalculated the ricochet. 

so when jason escapes that night, bruce knows he’s fucked up. 

jason goes off the maps, completely. bruce doesn’t know where he is, if he’s safe, if he even made it out of the explosion that night. 

it takes weeks. weeks for bruce to track jason down, from meticulously documenting the dropped threads of where the red hood was pulling strings in the gotham underworld behind the scenes, to tracking security cameras with facial recognition. 

once bruce manages find where he’s staying, make sure he’s safe, he knows what he wants to do. and, he knows what he needs to do. 

jason gets a package in the mail, five weeks after his disasterous meeting with batman and the joker. unmarked, unsigned, no return address. 

when jason opens the box gingerly and carefully, he holds on to his skin for the first time in years. and then, and then, and then --- something right slots into place. his fingers brushed gently over the tiny spotted seal he knows he used to look like, the books he remembered ranting to bruce about for hours on end. 

the robin, on the top left, over his heart, big enough to have changed him, yet small enough to not define him. 

it’s not perfect. it doesn’t even fix anything, not entirely. he still fights with bruce most times he sees him, tries to punch dick in the face, steadfastly ignores tim and steph the entire time. 

but it’s something. it’s something, and the next time nightwing, batman, spoiler, and robin fight a gang on the docks, the red hood gives them a helping hand before jumping back into the ocean and swimming away.

fin!

wow this got long

#jason todd #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #batfam #selkie!jason #dick grayson #stephanie brown #tim drake #catherine todd #willis todd #that one selkie!jason au #i swear i will turn this into an actual fic one day #anyways about the using embroidery to fix ripped clothes thing all i can say is WATCH HI MOM #it's SUCH a good movie and i guarantee it will DEVASTATE you in ALL your little mommy issues glory #like you think the batfamily comics/fanfics have an amazing nuanced complicated take on the parent-child dynamic? #this movie will BLOW your fucking SOCKS off. and best part of all: you can watch it WITH said parent #and it won't be as horrible of an experience as showing them encanto/turning red/eeaao! #in fact your parent will probably like the movie too and be reminded of THEIR own mommy issues :D #admittedly it's slightly different from the examples i listed above bc it's more abt what it's like to never reach ur parent's expectation #rather than an exploration of complicated parenting but it's still very relatable and very very good #the best part is you can find it all for free on youtube. also note that i mean the recent chinese movie not the old 70s movie #asteria's fics #i'm never writing a fucking flash fic on TUMBLR of all text editors again #shouldve written this out on a google doc first but i genuinely did not think this would get so long T.T #you can probably tell from the first three (3) bullet points that this was supposed to be a hc list before... it stopped being a hc list #guys i started writing this at 12 PM #IT'S NOW 9 AWOGEJAWOIG #my writing

[filmnoirsbian]

#i love that they used daryl dixon as the bg lmao #anyways! this has been a long time coming. the positives abt social media have been starting to stop outweighing the negatives for me #and rather than offering the connection to others it once did it has begun to feel very disconnecting to me in a way i do not like #i will still pop in occasionally i think if only just to post poetry or answer asks. but i will no longer be opening this app daily or #uploading my queue so when whatever's in there now runs out that's it! #I'll still be active on patreon. slightly less active on substack and medium. and wolfgang and i will still be doing the podcast. #but i need to take my time back tbh and this will help me do that hopefully. hope ur all as well as can be <3 #tcp

[jess-garveyart]

"I haven't accessed this part of my brain in like 50 years..."

Another sketch of southern gothic... Post kiss, I'm imagining Imogen is super cautious at first and lets Laudna take lead until Laudna figures out exactly what she wants.

#dont look at me im embarassed #still got the imodna brain worms... #i like to draw slightly suggestive longing stares what can i say #my art #sketch #imodna #fanart #critical role art #thanks for the love on my last sketch omg... #im going to be working on a comic very slowly #gotta balance with the day job rip