Comics and Makeup

I love the bat family! I stan Jason Todd hard. I live for brujay and dickjay. I hardcore stan bottomJason!

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

One of my favorite fics! It’s got a lot of my weaknesses. Ummi Jason, soft Bruce, brujay, a/b/o, and whump pup Damian 

Its by the lovely primeemeraldheiress. An absolute cutie! 

[coolgirl]

Jason Todd in Batman: The Caped Crusader (2018)

[broccolibenny]

Doodle request pt 2

“Robin after a fight” 

i MIGHT have misinterpret this. my mind immediately went to “ a fight during patrol” and this is what i came up with. 

[sandsmark]

Starfire / Koriand’r in Titans: Burning Rage #3

[out-of-context-batfam]

Batman and Robin (2011) Annual #2

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Martha Wayne and the robins though

i have Strongly Considered doing a version of the time travel fic where Martha and Thomas come to the future instead of the reverse, and while Martha is fun Thomas is A GODDAMN NIGHTMARE by which i mean completely fucking hilarious to anyone who is not his mortified son

“No, no, this can’t be your girlfriend, I thought that was your girlfriend. What did I teach you about picking on people your own size? Look, I’m sure she’s very nice but I want grandkids and if you get her pregnant she’ll be more baby than woman. She’ll die. I’m a doctor. Neither of them are your girlfriend? So is this your boyfriend? I’m not mad, I know I just said I want grandkids but this is the future, right? You can have some test tube babies. Science is amazing. Or you can adopt, I don’t mind adoption. You already adopted? What do you mean, ‘technically’, do I have grandkids or not, help me out here, I went through all the trouble of traveling to the cyberpunk future and so far I’m underwhelmed. Hand me a small child so I can feed him candy and teach him old-timey cusses.”

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#BRUCE WHY ARE THESE CHILDREN SO SMALL #THERE HASN’T BEEN A WAYNE THIS TINY IN A HUNDRED YEARS #EXPLAIN TO ME WHICH ONE OF THESE OTHER PEOPLE IN TIGHT PANTS IS GOING TO BE MY IN-LAW #DON’T MAKE ME ASK ALFRED #GET MARRIED WHILE I’M STILL HERE SO I CAN GIVE YOU AWAY #THAT CAN BE HOW IT WORKS IF THAT’S HOW I WANT IT TO WORK #I’M YOUR FATHER AND I’M FUCKING RICH #THAT’S TWO REASONS I GET TO DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT #IF I WANT TO GIVE MY SON AWAY AT HIS POLYAMOROUS SHOTGUN WEDDING THAT’S MY RIGHT AS YOUR DEAD FATHER #YEAH THAT’S RIGHT I’LL GUILT YOU ABOUT THE BEING DEAD THING IF I HAVE TO

for some godforsaken reason someone wanted my tags rebloggable

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i can’t actually write this until Wayne Manor is done due to important plot points and big reveals (SO LMAO GOOD LUCK WITH THAT, SEE U IN 2050 PROBABLY)

but here is a snippet that will be very confusing to anyone who has not read Wayne Manor, and also to anyone who has read Wayne Manor but has missed my weird subtext clues

“Holy shit!”

“Dad,” Bruce said, and it was so utterly surreal to hear Bruce saying that word in that way, exasperated and scolding as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“Is this your kid?” Thomas asked, undeterred, pointing at a wide-eyed and thoroughly unprepared Tim. “He’s tiny!”

“I’m not that short!” Tim said immediately, turning red, any confusion in the face of a man who made Bruce look reasonably-sized forgotten.

“How big was your mother?” Thomas asked Tim, looking him over, his hands splayed out to gesture to him. “How did she survive you?” he asked Bruce, who also started to turn red.

“Dad.”

“I’m adopted,” Tim said, too busy being awestruck at seeing Bruce mortified to be offended.

“He’s adopted? You adopted a kid?”

“He adopts lots of kids,” Tim said.

“Legally it’s more of a custodianship–” Bruce began.

“I have grandkids!” Thomas said before he could finish, clearly delighted. He looked to Martha, who’d been watching with her fingers draped over the curl of her mouth. “We have grandkids!”

“You have grandkids,” she corrected, in a way that made clear how she felt about being called ‘grandma’. “I’m still recovering from motherhood.” She smoothed out Bruce’s hair, not deterred by the fact that she had to reach up to do it.

Immediately, Thomas scooped up Tim as easily as he used to pick up Bruce. Tim shrieked a laugh as Thomas put him up on his shoulder like a parrot. “Where are my other grandkids?” he demanded. “I need at least one for each shoulder, maybe more.”

There was the distinctive sound of a tea tray clattering to the floor, its contents shattering. Alfred stood stock-still in the doorway as he absorbed the scene.

“Time travel,” Bruce said before Alfred could react. “It’s real, they’re real. They won’t remember anything when they go back.”

“I see.” The only sign of his distress was the way his flexed his hands, eyes darting from Martha to Thomas like he didn’t know where to look.

“Oh Alfie,” Martha said, finally moving towards him.

“Mrs. Wayne,” he said. “You look–” His voice finally broke. “The same,” he said, his voice strained. “The very same, exactly–”

Martha was close enough to cup his face in her hands, only barely shy of his height. “Alfie,” she said, “what happened to your babyface?”

Alfred flinched, swallowed hard as he remembered all at once every difference between his face then and now. Bruce turned rather than watch the scene, looking out the window. He could see their reflections in the glass. “It has been some years,” Alfred said.

“Not that many,” Martha said, running her fingers over the lines around his eyes, brushing at the translucent white of his hair.

“They have not been kind years,” he admitted.

“I did warn you, didn’t I?” she said, running her thumb over his cheek, and he leaned into her touch. His lids fluttered, wanted to close, but he was staring at her face like the secret to salvation. “And now look at you.”

“Right as always, Mrs. Wayne.”

She stepped away from him, and he nearly followed her hands, but resisted. Thomas had slowly returned Tim to the ground, and Tim got the feeling that he should join Bruce in the Awkward Spare Tires Zone.

“You stayed,” Thomas said.

“Of course, Mr. Wayne.” Mr. Wayne, the one and only and ever Mr. Wayne, Mr. Wayne and Master Bruce as two distinct entities that would never share a space in his voice. Alfred seemed to have a hard time looking directly at his face.

“You raised Bruce? After we…” He couldn’t bring himself to say it.

“You – the will said – I was his godfather, after all, and I…” Alfred’s spine was still straight and his shoulders still squared, but he was wringing his hands in front of him. “I know I haven’t done the best job, as these things go, what with his hobbies–”

He was interrupted when Thomas practically pounced on him from across the room, swept him up as easily as he had Tim in a rib-crushing hug that lifted him off the ground. Alfred let out a brief and undignified yelp that he swallowed almost as quickly, trying to retain some semblance of composure as Thomas spun him around.

“Mr. Wayne, if you could please–”

“Thank you, Alfred,” Thomas said, and his voice was muffled because he’d bent his entire body to bury his face in the crook of Alfred’s neck, finally letting his feet touch the ground again.

“There, there, Mr. Wayne,” Alfred said, his face pink, patting at Thomas’ hair.

“Doesn’t he look just marvelously dignified now?” Martha asked.

“So dignified,” Thomas agreed, simultaneously ruining the effect by letting Alfred go to tousle his hair with both hands. Alfred’s affection disappeared behind that old stiff-spined irritation, batting at Thomas’ hands.

“Be honest, Mr. Nickelfarthing,” Martha said with a flutter of her eyelashes, “did you go seducing any of the PTA moms once we were gone?”

“Mrs. Wayne,” Alfred protested, at the same time that Bruce said, “Mother.”

Tim suddenly raised his hand, even though and especially because Bruce had asked him to stop doing that. “I don’t know about that but I think there was definitely something going on with the music teacher because she’s always asking me about him.”

“Mr. Drake,” Alfred said, scandalized and betrayed. Thomas had not stopped trying to ruffle Alfred’s hair beyond all saving, and Alfred was responding like an angry old cat.

“What a wonderful grandson,” Martha said immediately, putting her hands on Tim’s shoulders to draw him into an affectionate squeeze, bending down to be more at his level. “Now tell me everything,” she said seriously, “but especially anything scandalous.”

[shinoyangi]

Birds

[jjmk-jjmk]

The RED MUMMY

For Bottom!Jay Halloween Challenge by @bottomjaychallenge

[onipilot]

you mentioned opening requests?? maybe one of the non-damian bats struggling to handle one of damian's animals? :) I love your art!

yahoooooo my personal hc is that jasons rlly good with animals but he gives too much love sometimes

[tajmah-deactivated20210604]

Family portrait pt. 3

[pt.1][pt.2]

Grief.

[inkydandy]

First commission is DONE! For @spartankitten

I was pretty excited that I got a request for Kyle…and also suits!

[wwprice1]

The Red Hood excellently done by Dexter Soy!

[alien-soop-spam]

I thought that I should just post some of my art while I’m super tired and brave enough. This is some anatomy practice featuring my favorite boy Jason Todd.

[gokushairgel]

The Gotham Ninetails

Said to be one of the most beautiful Pokemon in the world. A Gotham legend states that the Gotham Ninetails is the ghost of a Vulpix whose love for its Trainer allows it to transcends death itself. Many cruel breeders place its previous evolution under extreme duress hoping for a Gotham Ninetails. 

The Ninetails is a relentless and vengeful Pokemon. If it encounters Trainers mistreating their Pokemon partners or anyone abusing a helpless person, it will relentless pursue said person and kill them mercilessly.

Commission for @kipposhi pt.2

I can’t wait to read all the story! I had so much fun drawing Jason and his Pokemon, from when they’re two adorable puppies to THIS jadnjnlvkdnls magnificence. I tried to capture the beauty of a Gotham Ninetales *-* Hope you like it!

[moonlitgreatsword]

batman takes his angry son for a walk

[poison-basil]

Strings of fate! Something for @chibinightowl for her B’day, though she never asked for this!

[cynthacizercreates]

Young Jason Todd for the prompt “misfit” discussing trying to steal the wheels off the batmobile.