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my writing tag ā my art tag ā fic recs
requests are open!
currently working on:
seven chapter enemies to lovers jason series
batfam + jason request
I don't usually do these things but in the spirit of it...ļ»æāØš This is the Amazing Person Award! š Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask of 8 different people, who in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it is sweet to know someone thinks you're amazing inside and out. āØ
awww <33 thank you so much!!
hey, love the satellite series so far. can i be added to the tag list? thanks!
thank you! adding you now!
Hiii I read through chapters one and two of Satellite (great work btw <3) and was wondering if I could be put on the tag list? Thanks!
thank you so much!! and of course! adding you right now xx
music (in quotation marks)
tim drake x gender neutral reader. 353 words. notes: the happiest of SUPER belated birthdays to @unmotivatedwrit3r. one year i'll get you your gift on time. some day. (hope you enjoy sweetie!) warnings: none that i can think of!
studying was stressful. that much wasn't news.
what was news was that it could actually be made better.
right now, it was made better by tim laying next to you and playing dj with a speaker on your nightstand, cycling through music to give you background noise and company.
it was nice; a normal, safe moment. no mask, no cape, just the two of you and a sweet melody filling the room.
until it was replaced with grating, screechy guitar.
"timothy," you huffed. "what is that?"
"music?"
you looked up at him, pursing your lips slightly in an attempt to delete several snarky comments (such as "i do not think that word means what you think it means" and "how dare you"). "could it be replaced with other music?"
"what, not a fan?"
"...no. no i am not."
he rolled his eyes playfully. "no accounting for taste," he muttered, skipping the song. "but since you're the one working, i'll have some mercy."
"much appreciated."
you continued reading for several songs, peacefully enjoying his company, until he sighed.
"i'm out of music."
you snorted. "out of music? all music ever, out of it?"
"yes."
"that is very sad."
"i know," he huffed. "i thought this playlist would be long enough."
you bit back a laugh. even with the clear hint that he wanted your attention, he subtly avoided your gaze- even now, he was all but dancing around the real request.
he was so brilliant and so brave, but in moments like these you got to see someone clumsier. someone a little shy.
he had come a long way with communicating his wants and needs, but he still chose to play an obvious, amateur game of chess with you here to get the affection he craved.
honestly, it was barely even checkers.
"would you like me to help you create another playlist?"
he perked up immediately, eyes darting to meet yours. "would you?"
you nodded, setting your work aside and moving to lean your head against his shoulder. "just one rule."
"hm?"
"no-" you brought both hands up, making quotes in the air- "music."
ahhhhhhhh!!! i literally cannot take this anymore you are too good at this
Not really an ask but I do hope you are doing ok!
thank you so much!!!š„°š„°š„° you are so sweet!!! school is pretty hectic for me at the moment (hence the not so official hiatus), so i'm doing as well as i can be given the circumstances. i am hoping to be able to post more frequently again in a few weeks though. i really miss being on here and i can't wait for my schedule to clear back up!
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Hi!!!! I just recently discovered your series Satellite and Iām already obsessed!!! I was wondering if you would be able to add me to the taglist?? I canāt wait for the next part and I would love to stay up to date as best as I can!!!
hi!!! i'm so glad that you're enjoying it! just added you to the list xx
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ig requested i post timelapses of my drawings so here is a 16min timelapse on youtube cuz thats the shortest i can do
Dick treating Jason like an annoying but endearing kid brother vs Dick treating Tim like a child whose safety is his responsibility
Because from Dick's perspective, Jason wasn't his responsibility. Dick was a big kid and Jason was a little kid.
Jason's death changed that. Jason's death changes everything.
The Titans treat Tim differently too. They're careful and watchful and just a little too quiet, at least at first. They watch the new Robin, tinier than the last one and painfully human, do algebra homework at the dining table or play video games on their couch and feel a little stressed and a little sick and a little helpless and overwhelmingly responsible.
Dick is haunted by Maybe Jason would have survived if I'd trained with him more or Maybe he would have waited to ask me for advice before taking off and he never, ever puts it out of his mind. he hears it when he looks at Tim and he listens.
because Jason was a kid and Dick was an adult and he forgot that, once.
and once was enough
DC comics will literally be named something like ācrisis on bleeding infinity death universeā and then itās just three volumes of Superman having homoerotic tension with Batman
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jason todd x gender neutral reader. 613 words.
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warnings: vague descriptions of messy, yucky feelings on reader's part, including vague feelings of inadequacy.
"are you alright?"
a simple question.
theoretically a simple answer.
as you turned the question over in your mind, preparing an answer (simple question, simple answer, it could be simple) you heard him step through the doorway he was lingering in.
the sound- as quiet as it was- shook you from your muddied train of thought.
it was him. it was jason.
jason knew better than anyone it wasn't always simple.
and, just as importantly, jason- your jason- wasn't asking just to be polite.
holding onto those two points, you allowed yourself the complication and, instead of churning out an overly simplified response, you looked at him.
his brow was furrowed, but he gave you a small smile.
you attempted to return it.
given the way he moved further into the room, you weren't very successful.
he crouched next to your chair, looking up at you with soft eyes and a small frown. "what do you need?"
another simple question.
this time, you opted for the simple, honest answer. "i don't know."
his frown twisted into something of a pout, one of his hands coming up to rest on your leg and rub gentle circles into the side as he thought. "you should take a break."
"i can't." and when the simple answer wasn't enough, you continued. "i need to get this done."
it struck you, then, how something you love can also bring great frustration- his eyes, deep and thoughtful and completely focused on you, were usually one of your favorite sights on earth.
right now, they just made you feel like you were falling short somehow.
you looked away.
"okay," he said, voice calm and steady and warm in a way that you weren't sure you deserved. "can i come sit with you while you finish it?"
"if you want to."
he hummed, squeezing your leg gently as he stood up. "do you want anything while i'm up?"
"no, thank you."
"i'll be right back." he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, and then he was gone.
the room was deafeningly quiet. intolerably still.
now there was a simple answer. you needed him.
the two minutes it took him to come back felt like twenty, but he eventually came back with two mugs of tea in one hand and a chair from the kitchen table in the other. "here, let me just-" he sent the chair next to yours, tilted so it faced you more than the desk, and paused as he met your eyes. "hm?"
"...can you sit with me?"
it sounded.... so stupid, considering that was his entire plan. but he seemed to understand, nodding seriously and setting the mugs on the desk. "i'm here."
"thank you."
he slid into the chair, tucked one leg up under the other and leaning forwards to take your hand in both of his. "of course."
it was so him, the way he said it. so jason it almost hurt. "of course," like he was commenting on the weather, "of course," like he was pledging his life to you, "of course," like the contradiction he was.
the surge of emotion in your chest was another contradiction: love, gratitude, anger, fear, all at once.
and he saw it, somehow. squeezed your hand gently, giving you an anchor.
"...this sucks."
"i know."
"i'm sorry."
"you have nothing to apologize for."
you gave him a flat look, tears pricking at your eyes.
"do i sound like i'm kidding?"
he did not.
you didn't bother to respond.
"i'm gonna stay right here until you finish this, and then we'll do whatever you want to do. a movie, sleep, whatever. okay?"
another simple answer. "okay."
two of my lectures got canceled this week
means more time to draw
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two of my lectures got canceled this week
means more time to draw
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No matter how many Robinās die, no matter how many times a Robin dies, no one will ever touch the OG that is Jason Todd.
Everyone else dying after Jason? Attention whores. Get some originality