Noah Kahan
Cosmic Funnies
No title available
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
Janaina Medeiros
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
oozey mess
tumblr dot com
ellievsbear
Product Placement
macklin celebrini has autism
Origami Around
DEAR READER
Jules of Nature
Show & Tell
NASA
ojovivo
Cosimo Galluzzi
Discoholic 🪩
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
seen from Switzerland
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Mexico
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from South Korea
seen from Brazil
@lazaruswater-writes
× xoxo ×
I’m JD !! Welcome to my writing blog!
Bigender | Queer
Comic pitches, character rewrites, and character redesigns. (DC comics, ALTA.) Currently rewriting the character of Respawn, and writing a solo Talia comic. I love the al Ghuls very much. Someday, I hope to be an actual comic creator.
Before you Write a Request!
-
« xtra :: autistic minor. [[ he/they/zie/her ]] »
« do not mention morrison’s version of talia in my ask box/notes »
« main blog »
× xoxo ×
“Come closer.”
He’s tempted. It looks like her, it sounds like her. But it doesn’t speak like she does, and despite it carrying itself in an almost flawless imitation of Talia, it most definitely does not smell like Talia, and most importantly, it does not have her heart.
There is no passion in her voice. There is no fire in her eyes. There is not an air of irresistibly about her.
Talia smells like jasmine and rose of Taif, of cigarettes and perfume. She feels like love. She looks like divinity.
This siren call, this cheap imitation of beauty and grace and passion, does in fact tempt him. He will not deny that, but whatever this is, is cruelty at its finest. The monster wearing his ex-wife’s face swings one of Talia’s signature daggers at him, it aims for the heart.
He tells it just what it got wrong about Talia. Because there is no one in the world like Talia al Ghul.
« xoxo »
Fandoms I write for: Avatar the Last Airbender, DC Comics, Genshin Impact (sometimes), Voltron: Legendary Defender (sometimes)
Characters I do not write: Tim Drake, Joker. (Will do headcanons and ficlets for friends, will have them appear if needed for plot).
Ships I do not write: ZuTara, AllurLance, B*tJ*kes, J*rley. (No exceptions). No forms of inc*st or p*dophilia.
« xtra: »
Please be specific with a scenario in your request. If you want it to have ships please state which ships you want.
I am okay with dark topics such as death/trauma, torture, ect., but I do not write any form of non/con or explicit smut.
If you want a character excluded please say so. Characters I don’t know much about are unfortunately characters I can’t write.
Please be patient with me as I have lots to do outside of writing. Your fic/ficlet will be done to the best of my abilities ASAP, but writing can be difficult.
Headcanons and ficlet requests are currently open.
« xoxo »
I love the concept of exile. Like dude just get out
I’m losing my mind
sometimes I just want to throw all my works in a fire. good thing they’re all digital lmao
grief is strange
cw:: refers to a living character as deceased, implied/referenced child abuse (canonical), implied/referenced disfigurement (canonical), trauma, trauma response, dissociation, mental illnesses, hallucinations, implied/referenced mental illness, paranoia, unreliable narrator.
Azula sees him everywhere.
She hears him giggling like the child he is (was) around corners and down halls. He calls for her to come play tag.
He is (was) thirteen.
The Agni-Kai
CW:: canonical child abuse/disfigurement, mild body horror, implications of mental illnesses, self gaslighting????
-
He shot him. In the face. With fire.
Father shot him. In the face.
With fire.
Zuko’s wailing was unbearable.
Her smile was manic and wobbling. Her nails dig into the palms of her hands, starting to draw blood. She’s rooted to the spot she stands in.
There’s a small sizzling noise she can just barely hear over Zuko’s begging, his screaming.
It’s gross.
The smell is somehow worse.
She’s unsure if she’ll ever properly eat cooked meat again, without thinking of the noise and smell.
Father shot Zuko in the face, with fire.
A part of Azula thinks she should be enjoying this, isn’t this the kind of thing she always found so amusing?
“Father’s going to kill you!
Really. He is.”
She decides she is enjoying this.
It’s just that the smell is off-putting.
Yes. She is enjoying this thoroughly.
Azula always lies.
writing a Zuko character introspection while I’m on break from my comic projects
Talia (by Words of Bruce Wayne)
Kol lined brown eyes, specks of unnatural green dance in them when she smiles. Strong arms and cold, calloused hands from holding guns and swords—proof that she has had to fight just to live because of her bloodline. Little scars line her knuckles.
There are small burn scars on her thighs from flicking lit cigarettes. How her voice manages to be warm and smooth like honey on velvet when she smokes a pack a day is beyond comprehension.
When her lips curve into a smile, it’s like the heavens are shining down it’s graces upon earth. Her lips are soft and cool. She is beautiful.
All she is, all she has done—it’s all beautiful. But it’s not to be. I cannot have her, and she cannot have me. We could never be.
dedicated to: @birdybat @rasalghul777 @baby-damian-wayne @immortaldino @wonderwondered
Okay, damian is 4 to 5 years old and so talia finds jason (zombie jason without his memories) and she wants to help jason to fuction again. Meanwhile damian walks up to jason out of curiousity. Damian talks and asks questions, but doesn't get an answer. After some tiem, they become brothers. Talia is so proud of her sons. Until one day jason is gone. (I have no idea what's next)
Hope you like this idea <3
Oh my God cute and angsty. I’m pouncing on this.
- - -
“Mama?” Damian waddled down the hallways of the compound. “Mama? Where are you?”
The door to his mother’s chambers were slightly ajar. Damian gently pushed against the door, “Mama? Are you in there?”
Instead of his tall, elegant mother, there was a pale boy. The boy had scars across his face, and hollowed, sad eyes. He was small, oddly, and in red attire—he recognized it as the uniform of his mother’s most important assassins and comrades.
“Hello. I am Damian.”
The boy did not turn to look at him. Damian walked right up to him and looked into his face.
“What are you doing in my mother’s room?”
He didn’t look at Damian.
“Damian, what are you doing in here darling?”
Talia walked in, quickly scooping up Damian in her strong, safe arms.
“Hi, Mama. I was looking for you. Who is this?”
Talia placed a gentle, loving hand over the boy’s shoulder. “This is Jason. He’s your brother, Damian.”
Damian scrunched up his face. “He looks nothing like us.”
“He’s your father’s son, my love. And now… I suppose he is mine, as well.”
Talia gently maneuvers Damian. “I’m going to hand you to him, Damian. I have some work to do. Jason will look after you.” She angled Jason’s arms, and put her small boy in them. She looked at them for a moment, with a smile so bright it could rival the sun, and Damian preened under the loving eyes of his mother. She kissed them both on their foreheads, and headed out of the room.
Damian looked up at Jason. Brothers.
-
“Five minute break. Then you go again.”
Mother gently dried Damian’s sweaty forehead.
Damian smiled at his mother, before hopping up and running over to Jason.
“Brother, did you see it?”
Jason did not respond, he never responded. But that didn’t mean Damian wouldn’t speak to him.
“It was just like that one story mother read us? B… beewolf? Batwolf.”
“Beowulf, my son.”
Beowulf. Jason blinked when Damian grabbed his hand and led him closer to the training mat where Goliath was rolling around like an oversized puppy. The fake training scenario he’d been taught to preform by wrestling with Damian obviously hadn’t fired him out.
Damian sat Jason next to Talia. “Front row seats to me conquering Grendel!”
“Alright Damian.” Talia then signaled a go, and Goliath began play fighting with Damian. Gentle, but still rough enough to ensure Damian would get some fighting experience out of it.
Damian desperately attempted to impress Jason with his “conquering”.
Out of the corner of her eye, Talia swore she saw the slight twitch of Jason’s lips resembling a smile, and her heart swelled. He is improving.
-
“Mama! Brother!” Damian raced down the halls to his mother’s chamber, where they both lived. He hadn’t seen Jason in very long, Jason had been off training, mother said. But Damian saw the jet that Jason had left in return just two days ago, and now he had free time from his trainer. “Mama!”
He skidded to a halt just outside the door when he heard the unmistakable sound of his mother crying. He burst through the door. “Mama? What’s wrong, Mama?” He quickly ran over to where his mother sat on the edge of her bed, jumped on it and embraced her.
“Where’s brother?”
At this, she only cried harder. Damian looked over to the other side of the room, where the space Jason’s few belongings and bed used to be. They were all gone.
“Mama? What happened?”
Talia wiped at her eyes. “Damian, some day you will understand.”
“Is he dead?”
“No. He is with his father.”
Somehow, Damian felt that the sorrow in his mother’s eyes would have somehow been less if he had been dead. What was so bad about his brother going back to their father?
Do you have any headcanons or can you make this into a fic if you have the time <3
Jason is having a nightmare. He wakes up shaking and screaming, talia soothes him and stays by his side till he falls asleep.
sorry this is late and short <3 my other projects got a little ambitious
-
It burns. It really does, he’s aching and hurting everywhere. The only reprieve is his numb fingers. He hears mother Sheila nearby. He can’t really decipher her words, but it doesn’t really matter. They’re going to die here.
And then there’s a coffin. It’s suffocating. It’s dark. It’s confined. He’s not dead, he can’t be dead, where is Bruce? Bruce will save him. But he didn’t last time, why would he now?
There’s a cold hand wrapped around his forearm, gently.
A small shake that wasn’t his own rattles through his body.
Jason’s very aware of the tears on his face, and the cold hands, and nothing else.
There’s someone speaking. It’s familiar.
Catherine? Mom?
He does not realize that he has said mom out loud, and the person does not comment on it.
“Jason, you had a nightmare. It’s alright. You are safe. I would not let someone hurt you.” Catherine never had that accent.
Talia’s cold hand gently touches his face, her hand not like someone might expect from such a beautiful woman. Her hand is not soft. It is scarred over, and calloused from swords and guns and fighting. Her hand is not soft, but it’s home.
“Talia…”
“Yes, Jason?”
He doesn’t say anything else. He doesn’t need to.
And in silence, they sit together, until his tears run dry
xoxo
Hi here to promote my recent edit on TikTok, as I do not post my edits here anymore. I try my best to post edits daily woah!!! Anyways enjoy because there will be lots of BruTalia and DC.
xoxo
YKW fuck you plugging my entire main page. My TikTok that I try to post an edit a day on, have fun. My old edits are not on any other platforms than Tumblr, but all the newer edits will be on TikTok.
hey guys it’s me resident Respawn apologist I’m gonna be recoloring some panels later woohoo.
me when I rewrite a character and get super attached just to remember they die in main canon.
Sheer chaos
Update on the actual plot of the rewrite—it’s on the back burner because of the Robin 2021 rewrite I am currently part of but I do have a couple of drafts and some new added scenes of solo Deathstroke to really hammer in that while he cares* about Respawn, he cares about himself more.
*about as much as he can care about anyone other than himself—because he loved Joseph and sort of loves Rose, however, he clearly doesn’t value them enough. He also made Rose cut out her eye, and he overall just isn’t a very good caring dad. He’s manipulative and selfish and that’s what these added scenes will attempt to convey.
HELLO?
