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[jaydick-week]

❤️💙 Artist Spotlight 💙❤️

It’s the man himself! Introducing @whipbogard, who will be drawing for both our SFW and NSFW volumes. Follow him on Twitter @/wppyart!

#jaydick #dickjay #whipbogard #zinespotlight #jaydickzine

[daedalusdavinci]

Bruharv 👨‍🎓📚🤝😈

send me 3-5 emojis and ill write a drabble based off of them

i gotchu. might be getting a little liberal with my emoji interpretations but college twobats here we go

There were times when Harvey was... not Harvey. It was hard to tell- he was good at pretending to be him, no matter how much Harvey insisted they were completely different, but as Bruce got to know them better and better, he was starting to learn how to coax him out.

He never gave Bruce a name. Not back then. But there were moments, just here and there, where he seemed to be testing Bruce, seeing if it was safe to be out around him. When he winked at Bruce from across the room, or let his real thoughts show through, showing the point where Harvey's faith in the legal system and his doubts diverged, Bruce knew it was him.

The most noticeable thing was always his temper. It was harder for him to suppress sometimes, and around Bruce, he didn't always try. More than once, Bruce found himself sitting upside down on his bed, listening as the man sharing a body with his best friend paced up and down his dorm, seething about whatever had driven him crazy that day. Sometimes it was the ignorance of a teacher. Sometimes it was his own DID. Sometimes it was a case file he couldn't stand. Bruce had always liked to listen, watching the way he gestured- bigger than Harvey, when they were alone, and more grandiose- and tracing the sharp flow of his words. His rants felt like a gift, like a rare glimpse into who he was.

And then there was the party.

Harvey had seemed nervous before it. Harvey had never really liked parties, always feeling awkward and out of place among the bodies, uncomfortable with the drinking and the noise. He went because Bruce did, but Bruce knew he didn't really like it, no matter what reassurances he gave Bruce. That didn't change when they got there, nor did it when he finally slipped out, making his escape to the roof.

Bruce found him there, knees held against his chest as he stared out at the campus in the distance. When he sat down next to Harvey, Harvey leaned into him, pressing their shoulders together.

"Over it?" Bruce asked, threading his fingers into Harvey's. Bruce had never been that affectionate, but he knew it helped Harvey, grounding him with touch.

"I hate the smell of alcohol," Harvey muttered, rubbing his thumb across the back of Bruce's hand. "Did he ever tell you that?"

Bruce blinked, glancing over at his friend. "Who?"

"Harvey."

Things fell into place. He'd never said it before, outright like that. It felt like trust, warm against Bruce's ribs. "No. He said he didn't like drinking."

"He probably doesn't remember it as well as I do. It's easier." The man next to him leaned his head on Bruce's shoulder, soft curls tickling against Bruce's jaw. "I couldn't take it anymore."

"Are you okay?" Bruce asked.

"Yeah. It's just uncomfortable, like someone dragging their nails over your skin."

"I thought you liked that."

He snorted, turning his face against Bruce's shoulder. "There's a difference between you rubbing my back and someone clawing the shit out of your wrists. You know how you feel when you touch velvet?"

"Oh." Bruce made a face, shaking loose a shiver. "Eugh."

"Yeah." His voice was amused. "I'll be fine. I just needed some fresh air."

"We can go," Bruce offered.

He hummed. "In a minute. It's nice up here."

Somehow, Bruce didn't think he was talking about the view. Bruce turned his nose against the other's man's hair, squeezing his hand. "Okay," he said softly. "In a minute."

#twobats #bruharvey #bruce wayne #harvey dent #two face #my fics #asks #whipbogard #2f/bruce is underrated #tumblr drabbles

[baihujun]

Harvey 🪙 7/12

#harvey dent #two-face #dc comics #S*xy Supers StrippedTM #... yeah it's been a year since the last one. mb #anyway mr september is dedicated to whippy #mr whipbogard please accept my humble offering 🤲 #my art

[alienstages]

Hey guys since i got termed again can ppl rb this so i csn find all my mutuals again lmao its newt @/khanivoris @/taeryung @/matchmakings

He / him, icon by @whipbogard

[acidgraffiti]

it's me i'm the enabler @whipbogard

#one piece #smoace #mokumera #this is fine right #his pants are just on fire #don't worry about it #:) #smoker #portgas d ace

[mlim8]

09.26.22 - HAPPY BIRTHDAY, @whipbogard!!! 🥳

#jaydick #jason todd #dick grayson #knight jason au #another one of whippy's many many many many aus lollllllll #dc #dc comics #birthday gifts for friends

[about-faces]

Thanks to @whipbogard’s awesome art concept combined with how I’m currently deep in thoughts about Gilda fic I should actually be writing instead of this post, I’m now thinking about Bruce as Hades, Harvey as Persephone, and Gilda as Demeter.

I’ve already been thinking about how to apply Greek myth to my Gilda fic at some point, between the myth of Sisyphus and a really cool version of Oedipus Rex I recently watched, not to mention general commentary involving Apollo and Narcissus. But shit, now this actually has some potential.

That’s fine, it’s not like I don’t already have five or six other planned Gilda stories to write. Plus the one I have to get back to right now. That’s fine, totally fine, no problems there.

#I am so tired and there’s never enough tiiiiiiiiiiiiime #wah whine complain wallow #I’ve coincidentally also been PLAYING Hades while recovering from Covid #so this is just where my brain is

[two-baes]

ayooo @whipbogard dc about to feed us, specifically this September

#idk if u seen this already or not but #dc giving harv fans a fEAST lmfao #Harv..in tHREE WHO THINGS!!!!

[cupilart]

I love you thank you for drawing all these crazy cute comic strips it makes coping with sad endgame KataLu EASIER DHSKSNDFA

I’m so glad ya like them. I got super motivated from seeing that aged up Katalu picture ya did, and the story written(by enziroth) for it helped too. Then came that stuff about your sad endgame, and I was like. “OH! I gotta draw this.” 

I dunno how to end this answer so here’s some aging Katalu fun

#cupilanswers #whipbogard #Katalu #Charlotte Katakuri #Monkey D Luffy #would Kata keep growing as he ages like how WB became more gigantic or would he shrink like how some old folks do

[jaydick-week]

Jason Debt au operating under the idea that Bruce and Alfred are missing but the former didn't update his will to remove Harvey as the primary caretaker of the now 12 year old Richard Grayson in the event of Wayne's death or dissapearance. Cue drama over the kid's difficulty reconciling the former DA with who he is now and trying not to feel jealousy over the wanted criminal bothers to officially adopt his kid (who is not adorable, no siree) but Mr. Wayne just fosters him.

Tagging @whipbogard as always for the Jason Dent AU 👀

#ideasgraveyard #jaydick

[daedalusdavinci]

@whipbogard​ asked for “You are being extra sweet today.” im still on my twomatches shit so lets goooo

send me a prompt!

Sunrise in Gotham was a quiet event. By the time it rolled around, most of the city wasn’t awake to see it. The underbelly would have long since retired for the night, and the average citizen wasn’t yet up for work. There were no days in Two Face’s recent memory where he’d seen it, but he had to admit, it was sort of beautiful. The first rays of the sun crested over the cityscape through his kitchen window, turning everything shades of purple and gold.

In the quiet of the early morning, the only sound was that of the coffee maker bubbling gently. Even Matches was silent, his eyes shut and his head dipped toward his mug.

He looked unfairly beautiful at this time of day, his hair a ruffled mess, his bare skin touched with gold. The blanket around his shoulders was slipping, just enough that Two Face could make out the purpling bruises around his collar and the silvery scars that carved up his skin. But his expression took the cake. The stupid grin Two Face knew so well was nowhere to be seen, replaced by something quieter, and more sincere. He looked... peaceful. Relaxed.

Two Face set his coffee down, reaching over to gently pull Matches’s blanket closer around his shoulders. The gesture caught Matches’s attention, and as he looked up, Two Face kissed his cheek, fond and warm.

“You’re awful sweet today,” Matches teased, his fingers curling around Two Face’s hip.

At his pull, Two Face leaned easily into him, stealing a soft kiss. “Maybe I’m just tired. You did keep me up literally all night.”

Matches snorted, brushing his lips against Two Face’s jaw. “I kept you up?”

Two Face hummed, letting his hands slide along Matches’s sides, around his waist. His head dipped to press slow kisses against Matches’s neck, gentle and lingering.

The way Matches sighed was all fond, his hand lifting to card through Two Face’s hair. “Maybe coffee was the wrong choice. Might be time to call it a mornin’ and turn in.”

“Don’t you have to go soon?” Two Face asked, without bothering to lift his head.

“Well, let’s say I don’t. You gonna kick me out?”

There was a picture. Matches back in his bed, soft in the morning light and curled close against him as they drifted off. He squeezed Matches’s hips, kissing into the crook of his neck. “Never.”

Matches opened the blankets, setting aside his coffee before he pulled Two Face into them, kissing his head. His embrace felt so much warmer than the air beyond it, comfortable and loving. Two Face folded easily into it, stooping to tuck his face in against Matches’s shoulder and pressing close.

“Don’t get too comfy,” Matches said, amused. “I’m gonna kick you out in a moment so we can go to bed.”

“I don’t take orders from subordinates,” Two Face mumbled.

Matches snorted. “That’s not how I remember tonight.”

Two Face pinched his ass, making him start. He only laughed, though, grabbing Two Face’s hands and starting to extract himself from Two Face’s hold. “Okay, bedtime. C’mon.”

Pulling away was the last thing he wanted to do. But Matches’s smile was fond and easy, and the thought of warm blankets and Matches’s body pressed close against his own drew him in, guiding his footsteps as he followed him back to his room.

#twobats #bruharvey #two face #matches malone #batman fanfiction #my fics #tumblr drabbles #whipbogard

[baihujun]

how does jason dent feels about deathstroke and nightwing's relationship? btw your art is amazing!!

Did you perchance send this ask to the wrong blog, anon 😂

I'm not the foremost expert on Jason Dent – that would be his dadther, @whipbogard – but I suspect he wouldn't be so pleased that this disreputable knave of a man is stalking after his pretty bird. He's a notorious criminal, don't you know.

(What do you mean 'Jason Dent is also a criminal'? According to which court of law, exactly, hm?)

#i have not once drawn a jason dent on here and for that i apologize to whippy #and to everyone else as well #asks #jason dent #jaydick

[pookaseraph]

@whipbogard said: I honestly blame you for shipping these two and I won’t accept any other pairing for them nowadays omg 

Well... that’s just how it is, right? Decent fic convinces even the most skeptical!

@catbuttermargerine said:  Post-dawn, no strife, what the heck do they do with their life? look at that poetry it’s a sign

I’ve been thinking of a post-dawn fic but... holy shit which version of them?!

@millsdottir said: coffee shop au. grumpy lawyer cor and the cute bubbly barista iris who makes it her mission to get him to crack a smile. then oops they’re in love. (im also a slut for time travel). whatever you write i am there 

I love coffee shop aus... hrmmmm let’s see if I can make that happen. And.. I was writing a time travel fic already... so I posted it: Time and Time Again

#whipbogard #catbuttermargerine #millsdottir #cor x iris #I think I messed up the tagging thing #oh tumblr

[acidgraffiti]

Messed around in aggie.io with @whipbogard <3

#smoace #mokumera #one piece #x drake #smoker #portgas d ace

[mlim8]

09.26.21 - Happy birthday, Whippy!! @whipbogard​​

Another wonderful year - I hope your birthday was awesome and you enjoyed yourself! 🥳🥳🥳 Please enjoy this combo of Sirius, Jason Dent, and muzzles 😌

Also a bonus of your sons (Just a bunch of Second Sons 🤭):

(Thanks to @heyitsani​ for the comic book cover suggestion!)

#sirius black #jason todd #jason dent au #regulus black #red hood outlaw #raphael (teenage mutant ninja turtles) #whipbogard #birthday gifts for friends #harry potter #dc #dc comics #TMNT

[carbonjen]

Would it be okay to ask for a JayDick buddy cop au? :x

Anything for you whippy

This is lightly based off the challenge from B99. 

Wanna Bet?

“Guess who just solved the Richardson case?” Jason swaggered into the conference room, file in his hand. He tossed it down on the table, going up to the white board at the front of the room and replacing the 90 written under his last name to a 91. 

Dick’s arms were crossed, pretending to be pissed. “Awesome,” he said. “While you were working on that, I took care of the Deliccui case, the Boyardo case, the Montoya case, and the missing puppy case.” Dick pulled the files out of his bag along with a newspaper. His smiling face was on on front page, holding a little girl and her lost puppy. 

A few of the people in the room whooped and some “oohed” at them. Dick walked up to the front of the room, plucked the marker out of Jason’s hand and replaced the 90 under his own last name with a 94. 

“Better get ready,” Dick said as he set the marker down. “I hear your speech writing skills could use some work.” 

“Don’t put your suit up just yet, Grayson,” Jason replied. “This bet isn’t over until one of us hits one hundred.”

Jason and Dick were two of the best officers in their precinct, solving cases left and right and shooting Gotham’s 10th precinct up to first in the amount of crimes solved. When Jason and Dick worked together on cases, they got solved with a quick efficiency, criminals buckling under the balance provided by the team. If Dick’s looks and charm didn’t break through to people, Jason could usually get through to them with his rough but kind demeanor. 

The two officers were friendly rivals when they weren’t working cases together which was how the bet started. It was just a childish argument at first where Jason bet he could get more cases than Dick. Things had escalated, and now, the two of them were getting close to the finale. 

If Dick won, Jason would have to be the keynote speaker at the Wayne sponsored police fundraising gala. That would mean Jason would have to come up with something to say in front of all his colleagues and some of the biggest supporters of the police in Gotham. Jason wasn’t a huge fan of speaking in front of crowds, especially when there were rich people present. 

Jason’s bet was simpler: if he won, Dick would have to go on a date with him. Dick was ridiculously attractive, that was something everyone in the precinct knew. Jason had been attracted to him from the moment they’d met, but apparently Dick was content to remain single. It made sense, Dick had basically been in a relationship of some kind from the age of 15 to the age of 23. That included two broken engagements and a bride left at the alter. Three years later, Dick was still content to be single, brushing off anyone that asked him out or asked if he was dating anyone. 

The next week passed slowly, Jason and Dick put on separate cases that looked like they’d be longer busts. They each pushed up their numbers, but they were tied again in no time at 97. Dick was working on a longer case and Jason had just been assigned to something that looked like a bust when he walked into his office one morning and saw three case files on his desk. On top of them there was a note from one of his higher officers encouraging him to give Grayson a good time and Jason set out on solving them.

The next day, Jason stepped into the conference room. Dick looked tired as he rapped his fingers on the thick files for the case he was working on and Jason sat down, files packed away in his bag.

Right before the meeting was over, Jason stood up and walked over to Dick, who looked up at him. 

“Can I help you, Todd?” 

“You can, actually,” Jason said. He reached into his bag and dropped a file in front of Dick. “Bertucci’s,” he said, it was Dick’s favorite restaurant that wasn’t takeout. Jason dropped a second file. “Friday night at 7.” He dropped a third file down. “I would wear something nice if I were you.”

Jason straightened and Dick stared at him with wide eyes as the rest of the room processed what happened and started cheering. Jason left the room and pumped one of his fists. Victory was sweet. 

On Friday night, Jason picked Dick up at his apartment, making small talk as they drove over too the restaurant. It wasn’t until they were at the table- a small corner booth- drinking their wine that Dick spoke about the bet. 

“So,” he said over the rim of his wineglass. “You really pulled out the stops, huh?”

“I think I remember hearing a rumor that this is your first date in a few years, so I wanted to make sure it was nice.”

“Well, I’m very impressed,” Dick said. 

“Thank you,” Jason said. “You always dress well in the office, but it’s been awhile since I’ve seen you in a suit. You clean up well.” 

Well was an understatement. Being the ward of Bruce Wayne meant Dick had plenty of tailored suits that cost more than Jason’s monthly rent. The material was dark and hugged all of his curves perfectly, accentuating his slim hips, long legs, and the round ass that Dick was practically famous for. Jason had gotten a hint of Dick’s expensive, but very pleasant cologne, and Dick’s hair fell in soft waves that looked like they belonged in a hair ad. 

“I could say the same for you,” Dick replied. A moment later, he leaned forward slightly in his chair. “So I have to ask, why did you bet what you did? You could have asked me to make a donation any charity you wanted or you could have even asked me to give you all my best cases, but you asked for a date. Why?”

Jason looked down at the white table cloth, silverware glinting in the candlelight out of the corner of his eye. He looked up at Dick then, blue eyes imploring but gentle as Jason tried to come up with the right words. 

“Because I like you,” Jason said. “But you were doing the whole ‘no dating’ thing and I watched you brush people off for three years. I didn’t want that to happen and I know it’s low, but this was the only way I could think of to get you to go out with me.”

Jason felt like some kind of character in a high school movie that had tricked their crush into going out with them. He knew how it would end, he’d get turned down. Unlike the movies though, Jason didn’t have a friend nearby that had been crushing on him forever. He only had his lonely apartment when this was over. 

“You’re right,” Dick said. “I was so used to saying no, I don’t think I would have known to say yes even if I wanted it.” 

Jason looked at him, “What?” 

“I’ve been out of the dating game for so long, I didn’t know how to get back into it,” Dick said. “I almost needed the bet to force myself to do this. I wasn’t trying to lose the bet, but the further it went on, the more I realized I didn’t want to win.” 

“That long case wasn’t assigned to you, was it?” Jason asked. 

“No, I took that up on my own.”

“And the case files on my desk?”

“I don’t know about those” Dick said as he held his hands up. “But I do know  that you weren’t the only one in the office that wanted to see me go on a date.” Dick set his hand back on the table, only this time, it was closer to the center and all too easy for Jason to put his hand on top of it. 

Dinner was delicious and Jason saw why Bertucci’s was Dick’s favorite restaurant. After dinner, Jason had dropped Dick off and Dick had asked him to come up for coffee. 

They didn’t end up having coffee and they almost didn’t make it to the bedroom. Dick decided very shortly after dating Jason Todd was nice, but being in a relationship with him was much better. 

#jaydick #carbon writes #my writing #my fic #prompt fills #cop au #whipbogard