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oifaaa · 2 years
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Just so everyone's aware Duke is joking when he says he beat up Hal to get the ring and Bruce probably knows that he just doesn't care
Full au Guide // Kofi
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bitter-hibiscus · 4 months
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You stupid bitch, can't you see (the perfect one for you is me) - JayKyle + Transfem!Jason + Star Sapphire!Jason
Rating: Teens and Up Audiences
Archive Warnings: Creator Chose to Not Use Archive Warnings
Category: F/M
Fandoms: DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Green Lantern - All Media Types
Relationships: Kyle Rayner/Jason Todd
Characters: Jason Todd, Kyle Rayner, Bruce Wayne
Additional Tags: Star Sapphire Jason Todd, Trans Female Character, Trans Female Jason Todd, Getting Together, Bad Parent Bruce Wayne, Kyle Rayner is Whipped, and horny, Calliope Todd is Hot, Green Lantern Kyle Rayner, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Flirting, Arguing, which for jaykyle is the same thing, Star Sapphires have healing powers, and Calliope uses them to be a menace, Beta Read For Once
Summary:
Kyle forces himself to look elsewhere, finds Jason's left hand still raised in his previous anger, like he's still getting used to seeing Kyle again too. The gloves are fingerless, extremely high quality, black like the tights covering his legs and most of his torso. There's a ring on his ring finger. A Star Sapphire ring.
Motherfucker.
"Yeah. Exactly." Jason speaks again, thoroughly annoyed and maybe a little emotional. "Help me fix it."
Or, Calliope Todd is Earth's newest Star Sapphire. Kyle loses his mind a little bit.
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artnusky · 1 year
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First time drawing this bad boy. It got a bit out of hand, ngl.
Accessories removed under the cut because I couldn’t not share it with how long it took to make.
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jaybirdh · 1 month
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did I draw over a sticker from a comic with a downloaded comic background? Yes, yes I did.
Does my wrist thank me for this? Yes, yes it does. (But not enough)
Anyway have a star sapphire Jason Todd that I spent forever making instead of doing dishes or working on my WIP.
If anyone’s got any suggestions on how to make human bodies proportionate, even with tracing over, I’m all ears!
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cainware · 2 years
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This was always how it was going to end. Jason Todd has been dead since the beginning. The man you see before you is a ghost story; he is nothing but a walking reminder that the universe, in all her fickle cosmic ways, will always mark the damned from the moment they're conceived.
Jason Todd was born to die. Jason Todd was born to live, born to love, and born to suffer for it. The tragedy lies within the heart, within the atoms of stardust that came together in just the right ways to create a man so full of love, that it tore him apart from the inside out. A destiny of pain, wrought from the ashes of compassion.
Kyle Rayner has read this story from cover to cover. He has seen it line for line, written the thesis and sent it back for review, vain hope within his soul that somehow, his prayers for a better ending would be answered.
The ending never changes. He can feel it in his bones that no matter the timeline, Jason Todd will always suffer, will always dig himself from his grave in some form and will always breathe in the fog of the graveyard with weak, frantic lungs.
Kyle Rayner knows, in the core of his being, that he cannot love Jason Todd in the ways that would fix the broken parts. He knows he cannot solve this cosmic dilemma, that he cannot change the universe that is Jason with gestures of faith and blind kindness. But still, he tries.
Jason lets him in slowly, and the farther through the door Kyle finds himself, the more he realizes the terrifying truth.
Jason Todd was born to die for love. Jason Todd, in all his bravado and worldly experience, was crafted from the light of a dying star. It makes Kyle's heart ache, to see a man so built for good find no solace in the world that killed him. So Kyle Rayner decides to put in the work.
It takes years. Years of patience, of carefully reaching out and allowing Jason the knowledge that he's there, that he won't beg for Jason to see him so much as wait for him to notice. Kyle offers a net to catch him as he plummets, a perch for the former Robin to roost on the days his wings are too tired to fly. Kyle works a thankless job, day in and day out, of making Jason feel safe and loved like he does for so many others.
And then the day comes that Kyle finds himself without a net of his own. The dawn finds him at deaths door, and Kyle is willing to accept his fate at the cost of saving the universe. But the end never comes.
They say that red light travels the farthest at the fastest rate, and Kyle knows this to be true in his experience. But a lesser known fact of the basics of the prisms of light is that violet light, while the slowest, also carries the most energy. It has the highest frequency of any of the wavelengths of light, and thus, is the most powerful wave of light.
Patience, Kyle learns, is a virtue. For as he opens his eyes, surprised by the fact that he's still part of the living, he finds himself encased in a protective structure crafted of violet light. His eyes follow the thin line of connecting light, his lips curving into a soft smile at the sight that greets him.
Before him, his protector stands juxtaposed to the stars, a soft glow of violet light radiating from him and his ring. Jason Todd smiles back at him, and Kyle counts himself lucky to see that crooked grin again.
"You know, if you were going to go and die out here all alone, the least you could've done was call."
Jason Todd was a man born to die. But the dead have a funny thing about laying still when their hearts, full of so much to give, continue to beat. Kyle Rayner knows many things, and he knows one thing quite well: no man nor grave can hold the love of a Star Sapphire once its been earned.
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capriciouswrites · 2 years
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on the sixth day of halloween my true boo gave to me...one (not) hallucination
Any mission that the Outlaws were able to get away from was a good mission. Except they’re maybe having some issues with the actual getting away part. Kori is out for the count — Jason has her in a fireman’s carry, walking backwards while he covers their retreat — and Roy is well aware that there is probably something really wrong with his leg. But he can hobble onto the ship and get it into the air and —
They make it out of danger, which is to say, the planet they’re leaving doesn’t have space travel yet, before the alarms start going and he’s pulling up the screen and —
“Shit, shit,” he chants and tries the fixes he knows and, he presses the intercom button so that he can be heard wherever Jason’s ended up — his bet is on the infirmary getting Kori settled, and healed if he can. “We’re losing pressure, bad. There’s a break in the hull, front port — if you can get Kori awake she might be able to weld it shut until we can get somewhere to fix it for real, but we’ve probably only got like three hours before we’re space dust if we don’t stop it.”
“Kori isn’t going to wake up for a while,” Jason says from behind him, and Roy jumps so hard in shock he jars his leg and has to swallow back a pained whimper. He must succeed because Jason doesn’t stop talking his voice no longer filtered through his helmet. “I’ve got her stabilized but the system can’t figure out what they drugged her with. But I’ll take care of the hull if you can just keep driving us home.”
And as soon as Jason says that the alarms stop blaring and when Roy checks the readouts it says they’re holding steady and that doesn’t make any sense. Kori can seal up a crack but Jason can’t — and how could he do it from the bridge with him — what did he do, threaten to shoot at it and make it behave?
“How —“ Roy turns around and abruptly forgets how to breathe. “Okay,” he says, transfixed and having more than a little trouble thinking, “I know I said that the only place I was hurt was my leg, but I think I was wrong. I think I hit my head. Or got drugged. Or something because…” He gestures expansively with his hands even though there’s no way Jason could intuit what he’s seeing.
And he, honestly, doesn’t have words for it.
Jason walks closer. And Roy honestly isn’t sure if he’s a hallucination, although he can feel the vibration of the steps on the metal flooring so if he’s a hallucination he’s a solid one, or if the hallucination is just what he’s wearing. Which is, well, it’s not his Red Hood gear that’s for sure.
But Jason is frowning and his hands are coming up to Roy’s shoulders and carefully guiding him back to sit down and then those same careful hands are checking Roy’s head and —
And Roy cannot think because there is a cleavage window and he’s not blind, he knows that Jason has a nice chest, the things he wears under his body armor are tight but…but this is — this is just too much.
Something about the cleavage window is a lot more provocative than just no shirt, too, and Roy can’t even make fun of the fact that the cut out is in the shape of a bat because — because if he makes fun of it maybe it’ll go away and that is absolutely the last thing he wants.
Of course, if it’s a hallucination it’s going to either go away or get worse or something but —
Holy shit, he’s just going to enjoy this for as long as he can.
“How many fingers am I holding up?” Jason asks, and Roy can see there’s a hand extended but he cannot move his gaze from where it’s locked. Jason is always covered up — which Roy hasn’t thought much of until now and now he’s not sure he’s going to be able to think of anything else ever again.
“Are your nipples pierced?” he asks, his own voice sounds an octave higher and much breathier than he’s used to but, well, he’s pretty sure no one could blame him if they could see what he’s seeing. Which no one else can because this is absolutely a figment of his imagination.
Jason laughs, which does interesting things to his chest and Roy is starting to wonder if maybe the oxygen leak was worse then he thought and he’s dying and hallucinating and —
But Jesus, what a way to go.
“You’re fine, Harper,” Jason says with a huff, but his fingers are still gentle against the back of Roy’s skull.
“I know you are, but what am I,” Roy responds and then fails to stop his hand from reaching up and touching the chest in front of him. For a hallucination it seems very solid. And he’d think that maybe Jason was actually there but he can feel the warmth of silky skin and — “Jesus,” he breathes. “I might be dying and my mind is trying to give me something nice to see.”
There’s a choked sound that Roy thinks is probably a smothered laugh. “Okay, get the autopilot set up and we’ll get your knee looked at.”
Roy would, he really would, but as much as he’s bragged about being able to fly the ship blindfolded or one handed he actually can’t and he can’t look away from the glorious sight in front of him so — he whimpers when Jason turns him around, and he tries to keep looking over his shoulder but then those hands are turning his face back towards the screen and —
Petulantly he gets the autopilot set up towards the nearest friendly planet they’ll be able to do repairs at. There’s still, he thinks, a decent chance they’re actually already dead but he might as well try and hey, if they’re not and he just took a knock to the head it’ll be a good story later.
“There, set,” he says, and promptly turns around — only to be lifted up and out of the chair and — okay, so it’s not a cleavage window but it’s still a good view. The hallucination suit is a lot tighter than the Red Hood outfit and Roy wants to know if he can petition for Jason to swap his pants out for tights because damn. “Are you wearing heels?” he asks, after a moment as his gaze trails closer to the ground.
“I’m literally holding the ship together and you care about my heels,” Jason says, voice light like this is something they joke about and Roy is just, not having a good time processing.
“They do,” Roy says, reaching out a hand to pat the body part in question, “amazing things to your ass.”
The jostle he gets for that is probably fair, to be honest, even if he can tell Jason is still being careful of his knee. And then he’s being put down on the exam chair for the robo-doc to take a look at his knee and he can look at the full sight as Jason punches in the instructions to the wall unit and some dull spark of memory flairs to life.
“Wait, are you — are you seriously a Star Sapphire?” Roy asks, incredulous, not because he doesn’t think Jason is one of the most loving people he knows — if hidden behind an epic amount of surly attitude and ammunition most of the time — but because shouldn’t he have…
Vaguely the memory of a drinking game when they first teamed up comes back to him and —
Jason shoots him an amused look before clicking the last button on the wall and Roy falls back with a groan as the med-robot blocks his view.
“It’s unfair that you’ve been hiding this suit from us! You’ve been holding out and I, for one, am deeply offended!” Roy shouts out the open door after Jason, because yes, okay he thought he was dying and hallucinating but he refuses to be ashamed of what really was a natural reaction to Jason Todd in a skin tight Star-Sapphire uniform with heels and a cleavage window.
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justadcgirl · 2 years
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My version of Star sapphire Jason todd
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Also consider
Star sapphire Jason Todd with a mask
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revenantbird · 2 years
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i really enjoy @do-not-careissa ‘s Star Sapphire Jason series
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vladiccrine · 4 months
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"Know that I would gladly be the Icarus to your certainty."
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It's so FUCKING INFURIATING AND EMBARRASING how fanon Jason Todd stans always tell newbie Jason fans 'Don't read comics,just make shit up!!!' when they SHOULD tell them 'If you're scared to read comics,just watch Under The Red Hood!' when it's the perfect Jason adaption and average movie length!!!If you like Jason Todd but haven't actually consumed his media yet and want to get started,ignore those niggas because they're the same people who pretend Jason's Robin dosen't exist because he's black,are disgusted that all three of his love interests have been woc because they want him to only date white boys and white pick me girls and complete erase Jason's autistic-coding,goth punk slay and just his entire swag including what'd make him beyond good afrolatino rep but are foul enough to hc him as latino anyway.Those are the devils talking and you should tune them out by starting up Utrh and you should get your favorite snacks for too because you deserve them and i've read every Jason issue ever so if you want more info on him when you're done follow me since i'll actually know what i'm talking about,i love y'all and stay hydrated and ignoring Janky Talker truthers
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oifaaa · 2 years
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So technically one of the ways you can get a red lantern ring off without dying is for the person wearing the red lantern ring to put on a blue one buttt I'm already playing fast and loose with lantern rules anyway and I wanted to draw blue lantern Damian
(Full AU guides here)
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jasontoddssuper · 8 months
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@charmixrukia Here's the thing i mentioned in our dms!!
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scarletlunarosa · 7 months
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I drew this DC characters in to the following Lanterns
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moonage-gaydream · 3 months
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What up fellas! Time for more Legoposting, courtesy of the most goated Lego video game of the 2010's: Lego DC Super Villains!
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Here's my DC OC, Pepper Jackson, hangin' out in Metropolis with her fellow Star Sapphire, Venus Parks!
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Here's Pepper with her smol goth gf Rose Wilson, aka Ravager!
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A little group pic featuring Pepper and Venus, along with Rose, Summer Kent (Ember) and Jason Todd (Red Hood) vibin' at Stryker's Island! Wonder what they're doin' there?
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And here we've got Summer hangin' out in Smallville with his dad, Superman! ft. Krypto the Superdog!
Summer Kent/Ember: @punkeropercyjackson
Venus Parks/Star Sapphire: @insomniac-jay
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cainware · 2 years
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I offer a prompt to the jaykyle fans:
Jason contacting Kyle out of the blue one evening, and he sounds stressed. Kyle eventually pries the reasoning out of him after about twenty minutes of trying to get Jason comfortable enough to talk slower. There's a deep breath, and then a pause. Kyle knows Jason's come across something, but he couldn't make out what he said before in the rush of word vomit.
"Kyle. Dude. I think I just became a Lantern. What the fuck do I do?"
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yvtro · 1 year
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the way jason todd craves love and safety. yearns. wants. he's so "the enormity of my desire disgusts me" (siken) and "i, in my corner, with my monstrous needs" (sontag) and “there is nothing more humiliating to me than my own desires" (hauser) and “i choked/on such longing I couldn’t spit out. yes, desire is so different/when god bore you hungry." (olade) he's so desperate. and he also has so much love on his own that he doesn't know where to put. this is the part of his personality that has always been a tragedy in making.
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