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I am once again, ready to talk about the racism in the DC fandom.
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Jason and Tyler
welcome back, to me screaming.
I LOVE the RoyJay Flower x Tattoo shop AU. I can't wait for more :3
Awe thank you 🥺
Here’s part 3 🥰
CW: Piercings, slightly provocative content!
Oh boy, the work and research I had to do to pump this chapter out. I got queasy many times because I can’t really handle needles well, but ayeeee I survived for the readers!
This is not proofread, feel free to point out mistakes are wonky sentences! I’ll gladly rewrite them!
Jason lifted his shirt over his head, removing the piece of clothing that was covering his body.
Roy’s done piercings before, and he’s seen tons of clients shirtless in his years of working as a tattoo artist. But nothing could have prepared him for the greek god standing before him.
He watched with a close gaze as Jason spun around the room and landed in the swivel chair, causing it to slightly turn and direct Jason’s body into the light of the evening.
Roy couldn’t stop his jaw from dropping to the floor.
OH BOY I CAN’T WAIT FOR NEXT WEEK’S EPISODE OF WANDAVISION WHERE MONICA FINALLY SNAPS
This is so funny I love this 😂
What about the flower shop au?
It’s in progress :) I’ve been planning out a lot of the lore and I’m having some small problems writing the piercing scene. But it’s coming along :)
So Wandavision is really using Monica Rambeau to prop up Wanda? Like wow MCU... could you be more racist?
FR I was watching the latest episode and they were hinting and her powers and I couldn’t stop thinking “Monica Rambeau does not owe her powers to ANYONE.” It’s not fair. Why are characters of color always treated like they don’t matter? At this point I’m only watching WandaVision for the sword trio, they own the show.
Marvel literally just proved that Wanda’s mind-fucking is a painful, violating and traumatizing experience.
I never want to hear anyone blame Tony for Ultron’s creation again when Wanda was the one who used his fears against him.
“I can’t control other people’s fear, only my own.”
Yeah, you can fuck right off with that noise. What would you call Hulk’s freakout in Johannesburg? Norm was so scared when Vision freed him for those few moments.
Everyone always talks about how Jason gets nightmares, but what about the times that someone raises a hand near him? Even in the most innocent of ways. Jason’s little flinch each time he’s near someone as Jason, not the infamous Red Hood, raises a hand. He knows, god he knows that they’re not going to strike but he can’t help but react that way.
Every time he sees an arm extending his way all he can thinking about is the additional length of a crowbar at the end of it. The strikes of pain that he got left with once upon a time stayed with him. An innocent arm suddenly is dressed in a purple suit and the linger metallic smell fills his nose. He’s taken back, just by a simple movement.
He doesn’t tell anyone about the frustrating gesture that he’s gotten from his PTSD. How is someone as big as him supposed to be scared of someone with even the most delicate of hands? It was drilled into him that such an occurrence was unnatural, that someone of his size shouldn’t be afraid of anything.
He can’t feel the warmth of a loving hand on his cheek without the violent striking that he had gotten previously. He can’t have some touch his fair without remembering the grip that had been so tightly that hair had been ripped out. He can’t enjoying an embrace from a loved one without feeling like he was trapped in a coffin.
Roy notices it first. He stalks even the tinniest of movements from strangers, but his friends? He knows their common gestures and the uncommon ones that are so desperately hidden under layers of training. He knows that Jason flinches, even just the slightest. Roy refuses to say anything on the matter, if Jason wanted to be open with him - he would.
Nonetheless, Roy puts in the effort to keep himself small by Jason - not that it was hard to begin with. He keeps his hands below Jason’s chest, and if he were to ever sling an arm over his shoulder - it would be slow enough that Jason would easy see what he was doing.
Dick, Tim, Cass, they know of it - they knew of it from the moment that Jason came back to the manor for the first time. How he’d cringe to loud noises or fast movements. How his nose would scrunch up when he was standing beside metal. He hated how reactive his senses were, how easily they could bring him back to the worst night of his life.
Bruce, who thought he knew Jason better than anyone, who didn’t really know him at all. He knew the pain, the suffering, he knew the facts about Jason Todd but he sure as hell didn’t know what was going through his head half the time. He didn’t know of the memories that flashed before him in the middle of the day, or the reason that he was thankful for hiding behind a mask so no one could see the fear in his eyes.
There was nothing that Bruce Wayne could do, even if he actually gave enough of a damn to try.
It’s Damian that says something to him. Damian, who grew up with trauma, who was forced to be beaten down until he couldn’t get back up. Their pasts, as different as they may be, were just the same. He knew what lingering memories could do to a person, how someone in Jason’s position suffered more than anyone.
It was Damian that had caught Jason with terror in his eyes at the rising of a palm during the middle of a fight, that caught a split moment frozen with fear. It was Damian that told Jason it’s okay to carry that trauma with him. After everything that he’s been through it was expected for him to have residual affects.
There was nothing wrong with Jason Todd, no matter how badly he wanted to believe it.
I’m making these ten minute writes a challenge for myself now, and yet they still progressively get worse and worse.
I feel the urge to write about Steve’s treatment of Wanda and how it falls directly into play with the infantalization of white women and how it’s an excuse to never hold them accountable and how POC loser their childhood over it. Because I’m so pissed off watching this grown woman have a BABY, yet Steve continued to use the excuse “Tony she’s just a kid!” To justify Wanda’s slaughter of innocent black people and others.
In every single fanfic
Bruce: Wow, thank you my four wonderful only sons, not to mention Barbara, Stephanie and Cass, I couldn't have done it without you.
Duke, sitting in the corner drinking a capri-sun: you're welcome
Duke Thomas deserves to be appreciated!
There is no next issue it was only a two issue arc
Sorry for my messy wording, I was excited! I meant like, next comic book because I read an article a while ago that said there was gonna be a Bruce and Jason team up in a couple of books soon.
Jason’s character development
The way we saw him go from (as killer croc puts it) a good kid trying to act bad to a good kid who just wants to help other people not become like who he used to be is just so HEARTWARMING. I could write an entire essay on how Jason’s character development is so inspiring,detailed and deep. But in the meantime,
LOOK AT MY BABY GOOOOOOO!
I’d also like to mention how gay I am for Dana.
AND WE’RE GETTING GOOD FATHER SON CONTENT NEXT ISSUE.
Is...is DC finally cleaning up their act?
Tattoo and Flower AU
Read part 1 here!
A week passed before Roy saw Jason in his full glory again, dressed in the same winter outfit as the week before when Roy helped him move the boxes into the flower store.
Roy heard the familiar chime of the bell, starting out his mantra before his head perked up and saw who was standing in the doorway. “Welcome to Snakes and Roses how may I--oh, hey!”
Jason gave Roy a smile. “Long time no see!”
Roy put down his phone on his desk with a loud clack!, excited to see the other man again face to face.
Their last interaction with each other had been sweet in Roy’s opinion. He had been looking forward to seeing him again and thought of his parting words often.
He didn’t know what the words could possibly mean until now.
The JayRoy Creatives Discord server is now up and running!
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Reblogging it to tag the folks who were interested from the start (so sorry it took me so long to come through!)
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Writing a fic rn and I can’t help but make Roman such a doofenschmirtz like dad to Jason. Maybe I’ll write some headcanons for it while I’m at it 👀 and he can even meet his sons boyfriend, Green Arrows ward.
The first part is out and it’s just basically laying a foundation for what’s coming up :).
https://archiveofourown.org/works/27994506/chapters/68569701
Calloused fingers gripped a small photograph that captured the face of a dark-haired child in green tights next to a man in a bat suit. An enormous smile on the boy contrasting with the serious scowl that was on the bat’s face.
Roman tore the paper in half. “What the fuck! How in the hell did Batman find out! It wasn’t that hard of a job,” He used both hands and threw his chair across the room, barely missing Victor’s shoulder as the omega leaned to the side to avoid the impact. “Fucking fuck!”
His hands grasped for something else to throw, veins pulsing through his hands itching to break something. Glass shattered as it made harsh contact with the wall. Leaving only pointed shards for gravity to drag to the ground to rest on the floor. Hands covered in gloves as dark as the night sky slammed onto the desk, the items on top of it bouncing lightly.
The way I haven’t seen a single Jayroy tattoo shop owner and flower shop owner AU is blowing my mind because this would be such a good dynamic for them!!
So have some of my fic like headcanons:
Roy Harper owns a tattoo parlor in downtown star city, Jason has recently set up a flower store right across from it.
Roy would frequently see Jason running in and out, carrying different pots of flowers. Some would be tall and wild, some would be colorful and small, and others would be Venus flytraps. Hence how he got that scar on the side of his neck (so he says).
There’s something... familiar, to Roy about the raven haired man that he couldn’t place his finger on. Through the window he could see the cheery decoration of cherry red pastel walls, paintings of vine like vegetation popping out as they were painted lime and forest green onto the walls. Plants set up strategically near the window and on oak wood near the wall. All surrounding Jason as he silently read a book, sometimes a small smile coming to his face as he flipped through the pages.
One day in winter while Roy was walking to the parlor to open up for the day, Jason was across the street struggling to bring some boxes inside of the flower shop. The streets were covered in sheets of ice and pillows of snow, Roy being dressed in only a parka and some boots while Jason had mittens, a Wayne Industries beanie (wait-what?), and a coat. Unbeknownst to Jason, behind the cardboard box obscuring his vision there was a frozen ice puddle in front of the door. Roy quickly took notice of this and yelled,
“Hey! Look out!”
Jason’s feet didn’t stop moving as his head turned around and aqua foam eyes met with blue ones. Without thinking, Roy dashed across the road and onto the opposite sidewalk, just as Jason’s feet glided over the ice Roy was there to catch him.
Roy noticed a few things in those moments. One, how tight he was clutching the box that even as his body was slipping he still held onto it. Must be some pretty important stuff in there. Two, the way his facial features swiftly shifted from Three, the how soft the exposed strands of Jason’s hair felt against his neck and how warm his body felt against his.
He had caught him from behind, his hands tucked under the other mans armpits as they both stood there, processing what had happened. After a few moments, Jason tilted his head back, more soft hair brushing against Roy’s neck. Once again, their eyes met, this time Jason offering the redhead a small smile.
“Thanks for the save.”
Roy gave a curt nod as he helped Jason onto his feet and made sure he was secure.
“Care to get the door?”
Roy moved to the other side of Jason and opened the door, causing a bell to chime and the noirette to walk inside and place the boxes near the back. Once he was done he walked back out and the two formally introduced each other and made light conversation. Roy brought up he owns the tattoo shop right across from him and if he ever needed anything just peak inside and he should be there. Jason gave his thanks and with a wink told him he’d be there very soon in the near future.
Part 2 coming soon!