Could you do rose knitting davesprite a sweater because he keeps stealing her yarn for his nest....
ROSE: I would like to draw your attention to several things.
DAVESPRITE: no need to speak that thing draws attention all on its own
DAVESPRITE: who SOLD you this?
DAVESPRITE: and were they colourblind or were their eyes just fucking missing altogether
ROSE: Firstly, this yarn is a cashmere-merino blend that is both luxurious and costly.
DAVESPRITE: are those pom poms?
ROSE: Of course.
ROSE: Secondly, this is large enough to more than satisfy your nest’s requirements.
DAVESPRITE: hold on
ROSE: Thirdly, this took five seasons of Seinfeld to knit. Appreciate this cost, please.
DAVESPRITE: oh jesus is this for me?
ROSE: You’re welcome.
DAVESPRITE: fuck its hideous
DAVESPRITE: i love it
ROSE: I know.
Any rigging advice about moving hips/weight without moving the feet welcome! Wanted to lowe the hips and bend the knee with the hunching, but couldn't figure out how without the feet being moved from their spot / moving the whole puppet.
Jason wanted midnight breakfast, Tim needed a rubberduck for a project of his. Match made in heaven.
[I need more practise making scenes and getting over my fear of backgrounds, without using photos as a crutch so much. No ref, sketch turned to lighting 'test'. It's tiny, this is a zoomed screenshot haha. Hope you like it. ]
T: "You almost died!"
J: "I'm fine Timmers, promise."
T: "You're not allowed to die! I'm sick and tired of the people I love dying!"
J: "Oh..."
T: [To embarrassed by the impromptu confession to say anything. Too scared about the dying thing to run away.]
Sphynx!Steph and Hydra!Tim have a meandering conversation about acting 'human', hydra person hood, and friendship.
Just a quick 'doodle', ca 1k. Same verse as: "The Strange Children of Bruce Wayne" (AO3 in replies) and my posts in "#dc myths AU"-
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"So, Damian thinks I'm human." Tim reaches behind the couch arm that his head is resting on, fishes a jumbo marshmallow from the plastic bag that's sitting on the sidetable there, and stuffs the entire thing into his mouth.
Steph on the other hand, looks down at him from her sprawled perch on the lean, momentarily distracted from the quiz show she's been yelling answers at, and starts to giggle. Then cackle. Then full out snort-laughing until she can't get enough air, and tears some more holes into her upholstery when she almost pitches off of it.
"You?!" she squeaks out between gasps, "you don't even-" and she's gone again.
"A-fo!" Tim swallows the marshmallow. "I *do* chew food if I *have* to, I just don't see the point of it in private!"
This has been common criticism of hers with Tim's "human acting" for *years* now, as if Tim still bothers to do that with her, and as if *she* doesn't get a weird level of entertainment out of handing Tim food just to see if he can eat it 'like a snake', and very *very* occasionally make fun of him if he fails (look, it was an unusually large turkey leg, and he hadn't been paying proper attention, ok?!).
There are very, *very*, few things worth the hassle of chewing. It took four years for his parents to drill it into him to at least do it in public, and he got private pool access out of the bargain. Win-win in little Tim's book.
"You are, *SO*, so bad at acting human, Tim, how the hell did you get *Damian*?!"
"I'm excellent at acting human and you know it! I don't walk with the stupid little tail swagger half the glamoured high society uses. I don't have absurd allergies like silver and polyester, or insist on only eating raw meat, despite being an *obligate carnivore* just as much as you are. Plus, I emote even though I don't actually have facial muscles, I don't have a lisp, I don't even talk to myself in public, and. I. Chew!"
Tim glares at her, and then to drive home his point, says, "I'm regularly told how sweet it is that my dragon parents always insisted I'm theirs, despite clearly being adopted."
She snorts, it's not the first time they've done this circling around this topic to get to another, she seems to enjoy it that way and Tim doesn't mind. At least mentally rehearsing arguments to have with Steph actually ends up useful, eventually. "Ok ok, so you're great at pretending to be human when you want to. Why do you bother when you're over at the Manor though?"
Tim shrugs and swallows another marshmallow, "Habit I guess."
"And nobody *told* him? That's hilarious."
"He probably read I'm 'adopted' in some gossip rag. You know how great Bruce is at talking about anything personal, and Alfred likes to keep secrets for the fun of it. I assumed Dick would have brought it up while I was gone or something, but apparently not."
"For all we know Dick set him up, he likes a good prank," Steph drives a claw into the marshmallow Tim was about to eat, and yanks it out of his hands. He lets her. "Who do you think is more jealous that they've not caught a glimpse of the Lizard Wonder yet, him or Bruce?"
Tim shoves another two marshmallows in his mouth, as if that might save him from having to say anything.
"Are you still nervous about Bruce?" She puts her large front paw onto his chest. She used to touch his face and head to comfort him, until he finally confided that it feels weird, with it actually being two and all that.
"You know how he is..."
"Ah," Steph nods, "Hydras having a truly terrible reputation, plus Bruce's somewhat railroaded view of species despite not being *exactly* speciest."
"Yeah..."
"What else?"
"Harvey."
"Oh the whole, heads thing? You always look a little bit like you want to throttle him when he talks about Harvey's heads. I've been meaning to ask for forever!"
"He thinks I just really hate Harvey."
"But you don't, right? Is it cause he's a hydra too?"
"Not especially. It's just, Bruce talks about Harvey's heads like they're different people. Like if he could just- just get rid of the jaded, violent heads of Harvey's and have all of his old friend back? Just because we can have offset memories and personalities doesn't make us-" Tim gestures, lost in how to describe it. "I'm all Tim. He's all Harvey Dent. No matter how many heads either of us would have! You can't just pick and choose which head you like and ignore the others, and then pretend you like the *person* we are! If I lost a head- if I lost *all* my heads, all four new ones would still be Tim!"
Steph is quiet for a few minutes, not even answering when the quizshow brings up a trick question. Steph loves a good trick question.
"If you ever lost them all... would you still remember me?"
"I don't know, but I liked you before I knew you, so why would that change? Would you stop being my friend if I didn't remember you?"
"No! Of course not! But-"
"But?"
"It'd be kinda sad, it wouldn't be the same would it?"
"Steph," he picks up her big paw from his chest, gently squishing one of her beans, unsheathing a long curved claw. It's purple. "It's already different. Than when we met, when we dated, broke up, when you- ...died. It'll keep being different."
She shows off the rest of her painted claws, each a different color. Yellow, teal, blue, purple, pink. "Hydras... aren't born with two heads, right?"
"No, just one."
"Did you already...?"
"Have two when we met? Yeah. Long time now, before Robin and all that started."
"Can't believe I couldn't tell."
"I'm very good at what we do."
She smiles, in this weird soft fond way that Tim never entirely knows what it should mean. "So, how are we going to mess with Damian about the whole human-dragon thing?"
