My true rival: Domino Masks

Heyo, I'm Robin, known for haunting certain discords and ao3 tags. They/Them 22

[quirklesscrow]

So. Uh. Kinda have made a My Hero fanfic where me and my bestest buds are self insert oc's that got reincarnated into it and become vigilantes waaaay too early bc we got bored. Cringe? Who's she? This is the drawing I made for their outfits except I gave them adult proportions bc I forgot to not do that and went "fuck it" when I realized.

Link to the aforementioned fanfic:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65480590?view_full_work=true

[quirklesscrow]

i have no explanation for this.

no, literally. the premise is from a discord server chat from almost a week ago but this morning my brain woke up, drew the sketch, did some chores, then came back and sat for 4 hours to work on a digital version. he might be danny phantom in a spirit halloween angel costume, but my brain has been calling him "ectoplasm fairy" so. i had been possessed by the ectoplasm fairy to make sure i drew him in his proper visage.

[quirklesscrow]

And with baited breath I file my teeth, sharpen my hands that were made for creation to fight back And for that I was condemned Demonic Unsaintly It was proof of what you knew all along, my unholiness filling up the temple of your god so you had to cast me away Yet these teeth became sharp because of you Yet these claws exist because of you For I was supposed to be but a babe who chose both pink and blue, And for that you fed me to the wolves How else is one meant to grow when there is no one to defend them? How else was I meant to live in a world where your love was conditional? You made me choose between two broken bodies, one of sharp jagged edges and the other a mutilation of my being, injuring my body to be in a shape of your design At least with mirror bladed edges I can see who I am At least with my demonic claws I can protect them the way I never was

[quirklesscrow]

So uh. Turns out that me watching I Saw The TV Glow, even if months after it released, results in me thinking about how I've spent a fourth of my life not only knowing I'm trans but outwardly expressing myself the ways I best knew how, and then suddenly I was looking through my old art and *bam*. New drawing in my sketchbook about how I've drawn myself over the years and how Undertale made me realize I was nonbinary

Also I didn't know I even had crayons until I was drawing the triangles and flowers, so there's even more "childish" imagery for you

[quirklesscrow]

I was raised critical of fairytales saw the lack of "happily ever after"s replaced with poison tipped words that sound like honey to your ears screaming matches and middle men an amber poison to soothe tears

my heart didn't get the memo singing its rotten song for anyone to hear though there is no God I still hold devotion for everyone I hold dear this heart of mine is ugly- shattered, burned, and thrown away- it heals for but a moment then goes on its merry way

so despite the lack of fairy tales it will carry a gospel tune I know they have my whole heart I hope they don't hear it too

[quirklesscrow]

I can't help but feel horrible for the boy who cried wolf.

It's a story meant to teach children that they shouldn't lie lest it results in no one believing them when it's necessary, but I still stop and look at this child and wonder.

Why did he cry wolf? Was he lonely, bored from a job he doesn't have to do much in besides keep watch and count sheep? Did he feel unwanted, and as a child is wont to do found a way to get people to pay attention to him?

Did anyone explain to him why they didn't want him to be calling out when there wasn't trouble? Or was he just left there, dying from the wolves, force to see his mistakes as he lies in his own grave, the blood of the innocent sheep around him?

Was his dead body found by his parents, hours later, thinking he was bored after getting no response? How does one accept that they are the reason their child is dead, that refusing to believe in your child, a kid of indeterminate age, was begging for help?

Does the casket gain weight from the knowledge that a proper explanation would have saved his life, or is the weight of a dead child already too heavy a burden to bear?

[quirklesscrow]

My mind tries to convince me that despite it not being my fault my birthfamily was poisoned water to me that it's my fault that they are, on a good day, strangers to me. That I should have learned to bandage my cuts better than to leave for a nurse. I don't regret leaving, I regret that it was necessary for me to leave. I regret making up a world where they truly loved me.

[quirklesscrow]

I have always wanted an older brother

Really, I just wanted someone to take care of me,

for a Father was one who looked right through you,

unless they wanted to bruise you,

in only ways you could see

And a Sister would have my same Scrapes and Pains

filed-down nails and an aching heart,

locked in a white room of screaming kids

babysitting at 8 with only a sleeping adult as a guide

What are older sisters, after all,

if not surrogate mothers,

kissing away all the boo-boos,

using used dental floss to stitch your own

Learning to hide your fear, your anger,

your hate,

only makes you wish you had someone

screaming at those who hurt you

Makes me wish

I could scream at my injustices

scream until they all

disappear

[stealingyourbones]

What if Danny is known as the mourning king because his ghost form wont stop crying and his ghost wail makes it seem like a messing crying, like mourning his own death just like the constant crying seems to mouen, not only his death, but his subjects' death too

oh this fUCKS

When he gets really fucking mad the tears crystalize into icy trails down his face.

[faeriekit]

He cries.

The king is a child. He cries.

There have been a million kings, and there will be a million more— all bloodthirsty conquerors, slayers of gods, emperors of the realms, divine among their immortal people.

This king is a child. He cries.

Rarely does he weep; stories have been told of his wailing cries, strong enough to summon storms of ice and hail that last for endless days of endless green. Screams rip apart the world like thunder. No matter how he sobs, how he cries, how he chokes... No one can attend to him. No one could attend to him if they wanted to.

The king is dead. The king is a child. Someone must have loved him, once. They are no longer here to come to his aid. Perhaps they attended to the tears painted on the cheeks of his corpse; too little, too late.

The king is dead. The king lives yet. He cries.

Long love the king.

[faeriekit]

The first time anyone met the Mourning King, his summons was a last-ditch effort at a rescue mission. The junior team had gone missing inside the Infinite Realms; the fastest way to expedite a search was to seek out the ruler of the realms.

Diana remembers being prepared for a fighting. Armoring herself. Readying her weapons alongside her fellow warriors. There had been hope for peaceful communication, but not much.

And then they met the Mourning King.

...He had been so small.

Ornamented, yes, but swimming in furs and cloaks and robes too large for his body, floating like a sea in space. There was something sharp and bloody about the iron crown floating above his head— something threatening and hostile and tinged with blood. White hair curled around his face.

This king was a child. He cried, silently. As frightened children do.

Diana hadn't taken the lead in their negotiations. She doesn't remember the specifics of their requests; but they had emphasized the junior team's age, identified their mentors, and asked for permission to retrieve the team from their missing mission.

The king had wiped a stream of tears from his eyes. Had looked at them all.

Had disappeared.

And there had been just enough time to discuss What went wrong? and How else can we reach him? and What do we do when this doesn't work? with Team Dark before a sickly green tear had ripped itself into the fabric of reality, casting a foreign glow across the floor wherever the light from within reached their world.

And, one by one, the junior team had been tossed out of the new portal, vaguely in the directions of each of their mentors. Each one had been gratefully, desperately caught.

Diana remembers the little of the Mourning King she had seen through the hole in the worlds. Just an icy eye. Only a pale cheek. The curl of a finger. Still. While the wider league fussed over the children that had only just been returned to them, she had been the only one to see the one still inside the distant world.

So she spoke directly to him. It was the least she could do. "Thank you for returning them." It was likely a risky move; title or no, the monarch was a child. Any movement between realms would come with additional risk to injury or complexity in the task. "Are you well?"

His watery eyes widened. And then the rift sealed itself up like a zipper through the ether.

The portal was gone. And no one had even had the chance to ask him what the boy had wanted in return.

The next time Diana had seen him, they were mid-war.

[quirklesscrow]

Knew I had to attempt to draw our boy, so drawn him I have

[quirklesscrow]

[quirklesscrow]

Jason had his time for showcasing his pokemon, it's now Dick's turn.

[cracks knuckles] Nightwing got his pokemon much earlier compared to Jason, so it's shorter, but I'm still going to put the explanations under the bar.

Hawlucha and Copperajah are the ones that he's had since basically birth- Hawlucha his partner in crime, the one that learned to flips right alongside him, and Cufant basically being his sister as she's going to be the poke equivalent to Zitka because when an elephant pokemon is right there I'm not going to ignore it. Eventually the three of them end up living in the Wayne Manor after the Graysons die, and Dick ends up getting pokemon safe non permanent dye so that him and Hawlucha can match when they go out, with Cufant taking up a supportive role.

Chandelure comes into play shortly after Wayne Manor becomes Dick's permanent home, as he climbed on top of what he thought was a regular chandelier but was clearly not as he was lowered back onto the ground. After dealing with the shock of accidentally climbing on top of a pokemon, the Chandelure joins his team and would probably end up a common playmate for Cufant when the other two are on their nightly escapades, with Cufant evolving into Copperajah shortly before Dick turns 18.

[quirklesscrow]

I stare at this heart of mine and find even with the healed wounds it still bleeds affection pouring out wherever it can a metallic cherry on my lips i find the taste too bittersweet meant for people I find I no longer know: young boys I once put into diapers teenagers I would not know if I met in a wallmart in the dead of night I knew them like the breath in my lungs their cold ocean eyes and cruel words leaving me gasping for breath my hand outreached for mops of blonde hair and scrapped knees dirty hands and grinning teeth

[quirklesscrow]

How long does it normally take a child to realize their parent(s) don't love them? 8? 9? It's a heavy thought to bear, to hold and know the truth, is it not? We're taught how parents are supposed to unconditionally love their children from a young age, so having to rip apart that beautiful lie scars the hands, the face, the eyes tearing down the painting leaving its mark on the walls, holes and a patch of the wallpaper more vibrant than the rest, untouched by the sun. It's a terrible truth to learn, so why was it my first? I wasn't even four the lines left by the destruction of the painting only visible under keen eyes my first lesson- a parent is supposed to love but the father shall always be feared

[quirklesscrow]

someone on a discord server I'm in asked for a regular red hood drawing but with this horrible motorcycle helmet on, and i love the helmet so much i couldn't refuse. now i can say i've actually drawn a motorcycle before.

[quirklesscrow]

Me? Finally having drawn the pokemon I think Jason Todd would have?

It's more likely than you think.

[quirklesscrow]

Underneath the "Read More" I'm gonna go into detail as to why he's befriended each one of them, though I don't have what he would've named (or what they would call themselves) figured out, so if you wanna suggest ideas, go right ahead!

Now onto the show. Jason Todd's favorite gift he's ever received was from his mom before everything really went to shit. It was his birthday, his father spending it out on the streets, and Catherine came back home that day with a Lillipup- they're common pokemon, and some were recently hatched and up for adoption, and taking care of one compared to say a Zubat is relatively easy. Obviously, he comes to adore her.

Not all good things last, especially not in Jason's case, and eventually his father's arrested and his mom spends more and more time spent between getting money and doing drugs, and while he loves his mom he can't save her, and neither can Lillipup, though her habit of picking up food on the streets and sharing it with Jason does help the two of them when Catherine is particularly unreachable. Then she dies, and the two end up on the streets.

Shortly after sticking it in the streets, Lillipup evolves, becoming Herdier, refusing to go into her pokeball to attempt to keep Jason safe. Jason learns to trust her instincts, but the two still get caught by Batman when they're stealing his tires.

When Jason becomes Robin, she's right there alongside him, refusing to listen to Bruce and finding every way through the security. Eventually Batman relents and allows her on the patrols, partially because the likelihood of people connecting the two Herdiers together, especially when Herdiers are one of the most common police pokemon besides Growlithe, is slim to none.

When Jason goes to board a plane to Ethiopia, he's required to put Herdier into her pokeball. He's too worried about his birth mother dealing with the Joker to let her out. By the time Bruce releases her, it's too late. He's already dead.

She refuses to go back into her pokeball, and on the day of his funeral is sure to break it while fighting over it. Herdier spends the next few months refusing to leave the cemetery, keeping watch over his grave. She knows he’s dead, knows that Jason’s people are worried about her, but she refuses to leave his side.

When he starts digging, she’s right there besides him, throughout his time in the hospital labeled as a John Doe, refusing to let Talia take him without her, the first face he sees after waking from the Lazarus Pits. While he trains, she evolves one final time into a Stoutland, and while she might be a more common pokemon than her counterparts, she’s fiercely protective of Jason and the kids of Crime Alley to the point that everyone knows better than to mess with her.

Unfortunately, my concepts for the other two aren’t as emotional.

Instead of getting the All-Blades,  Ducra allows him to befriend Doublade during his time meditating with her, and eventually the pokemon decides that Jason is a worthy trainer that it shall follow. Considering the point of Jason going to Ducra, I’d say Doublade is stubborn as all get out, refusing to back down from a fight unless it would result in an injury to a friend, but secretively kind to those it and Jason care about, most notably stealing food for Stoutland.

Pangoro was a leader of wild pokemon living in East Uptown Gotham- when Red Hood comes along, it becomes obvious that they either have to get along or duke it out. The two of them start of more as backup for the other leader of a partner gang, but over time Pangoro decides that Red Hood is worth his weight, and while refusing to be captured as a “proper pokemon”, basically lives alongside Doublade and Stoutland, going and checking on his crew when needs be.

Yeah, the last two aren’t nearly as long as Stoutland, but in my defense, she’s the one that has lived her entire life alongside Jason, so it makes sense that she’d have so much more written.

[quirklesscrow]

Me? Finally having drawn the pokemon I think Jason Todd would have?

It's more likely than you think.

[quirklesscrow]

My mind expects me to be Atlas, carrying the world on my shoulders, ignoring that Atlas was punished for siding with Chronos after his eaten children rose against him, and the closest thing I've done to deserve this unbearable weight is exist.