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EL TRABAJO NO ME DEJA TIEMPO PARA DIBUJAR 😭😭😭
rough night? 🩸
Ando cocinando algo, otra vez.
Kon: I don't get people who justify cheating by saying they were drunk. When I get drunk, I propose to Tim over and over again.
Tim: And I have to say yes every time or else he cries.
Garabatos que hice en el trabajo
Only one person died. Only one singular person. In a superhero movie! The type that love to throw around casualty counts like it’s all a big game, waving off 70 people being killed in a handful of days like it’s no big deal, yet only ONE PERSON died.
And he was mourned. Superman cried for him—this stranger who gave him free falafel and, while facing death, told him that he still believed in him. Metamorpho, this cold-seeming man who is being actively blackmailed to do this, breaking down and taking the risk to believe in Superman, too, because seeing someone murdered right in front of him is devastating enough to take the risk. The newspapers run a front page article talking about how they’re going to memorialize him.
The stakes didn’t have to involve real actual loss of life. The threat of it was enough to convey the severity of the situation. Because human life is that important. All life is that important, at least to Superman who goes out of his way to save dogs and squirrels.
(Hawkgirl does kill SHEIN Netanyahu but genocidal dictators don’t count as human beings lol.)
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hola, terminé el dibujo, lamento la demora, es que me pusieron a hacer trasnochos desde el jueves y llegaba demasiado cansada a mi casa unu. además de eso, quería compartir una playlist que hice en youtube, tal vez después me anime a hacerla en spotify, o no sé.
https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLQyHFG-F7i6b8aXEqByW88dA7Qc7lcyjj&si=ynBXUxMj3gc2cUww
I've been thinking about how the JL found out Bruce was an omega because he was excusing himself on maternity leave on that month's monthly meeting and how freaking hilarious that would be. I imagine it would be his second pregnancy (Jason!):
Bruce, swarmed in his dramatic ass cape, busy shutting down the hologram on the table: Meeting adjourned.
The Jl, sighs in relief. Barry stands to stretch his cramping legs, hips popping and all. Hal leans back in his seat, kicks his legs up to prop it against the table, arms going behind his head. Oliver slumps against the table, groaning softly while Dinah uses him as support for her side. Clark pulls out his personal tablet, planning to quickly finish typing his new article. J'onn remained in his seat, occupied by a box of oreos. Arthur started up a small, shallow conversation with Diana. These moments were often taken by the heroes as a moment of respite. The weight of being Earth's protector didn't feel as significant during these post-meetings, ironically.
Then, Bruce lifted his head, the hologram finally turned off: I have sent back-ups of the files you all will need for the meeting with [insert some cool planet's delegation] along with several instructions regarding the Watchtower maintenance and more for the next 3 months I am away. Contact me only when necessary.
The JL collectively paused. Slowly, eyes swiveled to stare at the hulking form that was Bruce.
Hal, eyes squinted in suspicion and "how dare you—The Batman–run away from cosmic duties as you wish!?!", chimes: Uh... Where're you heading, Spooky?
Bruce, confused if the downward turn of his lips meant anything: I am to be indisposed, Lantern. I have updated my status report as so. Have you all not gone to check it despite the many times I've reminded you to immediately check on any notifications on new updates your team members might add or delete in theirs?
The JL, sheepish/act nonchalant/straight up blank out to find a quick reason until Clark, ever the mediator, carefully questions: Could you inform us of the reason you will be unavailable anyway...?
Bruce, huffs out an exasperated breath, mutters something along the lines of not underestimating status report updates and what not: I am going on maternity leave.
Silence. Shocked silence, specifically. Everyone then begin shouting questions, concerns, and accusations like a storm. Only stopping when Bruce held out a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose and exclaiming "Enough!".
Barry, hesitantly, speaks up: Why are you leaving on maternity leave for 3 months? Aren't the father of the pup/s only allowed 2?
The JL nods along to Barry's words. As far they assumed know Batman was an Alpha.
Bruce, lips parting before closing, appalled. He remembered to finally put his actual second gender on his files few months ago as preparation for this leave. He'd suspected that they'd at least read that! His shoulder tensed as if he was going to verbally put the JL in their places but forced himself to relax because getting angry isn't good for the baby.
He sighs: I am the one giving birth, Flash.
Silence once more engulfed the room. Hal is gaping. Barry looked like he's seconds away to an aneurysm. Arthur had his hands gripping his hair. Dinah shots up so quickly from her position that Oliver fell off his chair. Clark floated a good foot in the air, pale like the walls. J'onn's eyes widened. Diana was the only one beaming despite the confusion warring in her expression.
Clark: You're an omega...?
Bruce, glares at the Kryptonian: Is that an issue, Superman?
Clark, about to apologize/correct himself, cut off by Diana's eager: You are with child?
Bruce sighed once again and nodded in confirmation.
Oliver, froggily blinks his eyes: But you don't look pregnant. Heck, you don't look like you've changed at all!
Bruce: It's just the cape creating that illusion. No, you can't meet the pup (Eyes looking pointedly at Diana, the Alpha deflated). No, I won't tell you who's the pup's father (Glares at all the people he assumed would ask so *cough* Hal & Oliver *cough*). Do not comm me for unimportant business, understood?
The JL, not knowing what else they should do, nods absentmindedly. It was only then that they realize, as Batman took his retrieve, that he was slightly walking like he had a heavy package pressing down against his pelvis.
Hal, accusing finger pointed at Clark when Batman was no longer heard or could be seen: You! Couldn't you hear if there were more than one heartbeat or any abnormal noise at all?!
Clark, sputtering, offended: I thought he was having stomach problems! Not a literal pup! And besides it would be rude of me to come up to him and ask if he was constipated—
Cue chaotic bickering and arguing.
Meanwhile, back in the Cave.
Dick, sitting in the Batcomputer chair, having the best laugh in his life as he watched the live footage of the Watchtower meeting room: Mom, I thought you told them you were an omega?
Bruce, out of gear, clad in a pair of loose sweatpants and large shirt, baby bump evident even peeking from the shirt a lil, sighs: This is why I always tell you to choose your teammates wisely, chum.
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hola, terminé el dibujo, lamento la demora, es que me pusieron a hacer trasnochos desde el jueves y llegaba demasiado cansada a mi casa unu. además de eso, quería compartir una playlist que hice en youtube, tal vez después me anime a hacerla en spotify, o no sé.
https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLQyHFG-F7i6b8aXEqByW88dA7Qc7lcyjj&si=ynBXUxMj3gc2cUww
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Ando cocinando algo. No lo pude terminar porque tenía que ir al trabajo 😢
TimKon es mi refugio emocional. (gracias a las personas que comentan mi arte aquí y en mis otras redes sociales)
Los meros garabatos.
Cassie: Why is Kon on the floor crying?
Bart, reading a magazine: He's drunk
Cassie: And?
Bart: He saw a picture of tim's boyfriend and started ranting about how he wanted tim instead
Cassie: But he's tim's boyfriend...
Bart, flipping a page: I know