#cerusee

[mdzsao3]

people are like 'i could make him better', 'i could make him worse', I'm like 'i could KILL HIS BROTHER, and make him run around with his dead brother's sword like a totem'

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[mikkeneko]

cerusee replied to your post “tell me that it would be a terrible idea to write a Sharing Knife/The...”

DO IT I'D READ IT

You are a terrible influence

(even if it would be fun to think about what a Witcher -- let alone a twice-mutated one -- would look like to a Lakewalker’s groundsense, or what Geralt would make of Dag. he would probably be able to smell instantly that the Sharing Knife is human bone, among other things)

[twoofcups]

cerusee replied to your post: dc literally has better villains than marvel...

has OP ever read an actual marvel comic bc this was the company that created Paste-Pot Pete and Molecule Man

op has been collecting marvel comics and has seen every single marvel movie since spider man in 2001 (: but op also knows without a shadow of a doubt that dc’s campy, sexy villains are more memorable than anything marvel has ever tried because if i asked someone on the street who “paste pot pete” and “molecule man” are, they’d have no clue (: but dc’s ability to make their antagonists well rounded and memorable have made the joker, riddler, and catwoman household names for the past three generations (: but sure, you can try it. 

[camsthisky]

for @cursed-angelica who asked for Tim and Damian bonding over something unrelated to vigilantism. Thank you so much for donating!

you can donate to cerusee’s GoFundMe page here

“Why do I have to do it?” Tim huffs into the phone cradled between his cheek and his shoulder as he stuffs his foot into his shoe, clutching at the door frame for balance. He bends down to tie it as he continues, “He hates me, and honestly the feeling’s a little bit mutual.”

“I would do it but I’m busy,” comes Dick’s unusually curt reply. “I got called into work and I’m not going to make it there on time.”

“Why can’t Jason do it?” Tim asks petulantly. “He’s in the city.”

“I already asked.”

“And?”

“He said no. He has something going on.”

“But I can’t say no,” Tim says, his voice flat. He stands up and grabs his (Bruce’s) keys out of the bowl on the counter. “Even though I have ten million things I need to be doing.”

Dick sighs, sounding a thousand times more exhausted than he had two seconds ago. “Look, if you really can’t, I’ll figure something else out, but I’ve already asked the rest of the family.”

“No,” Tim breathes, stomping into the garage and feeling like a ten year old throwing a tantrum. Or Damian throwing a tantrum. “I’ll go. You both better appreciate this.”

“Thanks, Timmy,” Dick says, and his relief can be heard in his tone. “I do. I might have to get back to you on Damian, though.”

Tim hangs up without saying goodbye, because he’s kind of upset that he was the last one Dick had called, and also not, because Dick knows how much him and Damian don’t get along, and knew best to try and find someone else to do the job that was supposed to be Dick’s up until two hours ago.

And then he feels bad for hanging up. He shoots Dick a text and then hops in Bruce’s Toyota Camry that had cost way more than it should have and yet is probably mere pocket change compared to the other cars in the garage.

The drive is short, and Tim actually wishes that it were longer, and also that this whole thing would just be over with so he could go back to brooding over the case that had been bugging Bruce last night, and the sides of him war, even as he puts the car in park and sags in the seat.

The school bell rings, and kids start to pour out.

Tim watches as Damian walks out of the front doors, towards the parking lot. Sees the exact moment Damian catches sight of the Camry. Sees the upset in his eyes that rivals the upset in Tim’s stomach.

Damian and Tim. A volatile pair. Dick’s still Batman, and Bruce is still traveling around the world being Batman, Alfred tagging along with, and Jason’s sort of okay with them, sort of not, and Tim’s sort of okay with them, too.

Sort of not.

And Damian is the sort of not.

Regardless of how much Tim has been working with Dick and Barbara and Steph and Cass again, he hasn’t really been working with Damian. Him and Damian can’t seem to mesh, and usually it’s fine, but right now—

Right now, when there’s no one else around to mediate, and there’s no choice but for the two of them to be in the same place at the same time, it’s very much not fine.

Tim’s resigned himself to his fate, though. He’s not going to talk to Damian, he’s just going to be careful and tactfully ignore the kid.

Of course, that plan goes out the window the moment another kid walks up to Damian, the sneer on his face prominent enough to match Damian on a bad day. The kid says something, and Damian doesn’t respond other than a sharp glance of reprove. The kid says something else, Damian keeps walking.

The kid pushes Damian from behind.

Tim’s out of the car before he even realizes what he’s doing.

The thing is, Damian doesn’t fall. He doesn’t really even stumble. He just steps forward with the push and turns around with a smirk on his face, an eyebrow raised the same way it’s always raised at Tim, in a is that the best you got? kind of way.

The kid doesn’t look deterred. Just annoyed. Damian just turns around and starts walking towards the parking lot again. The kid pulls his hand back and throws a punch. Tim runs, grabs the lapels of Damian’s jacket, and pulls.

Damian, who apparently hadn’t noticed him, stumbles forward into Tim’s chest.

“Drake—” Damian squawks.

“Dylan Torres, right?” Tim cuts him off with a sickeningly sweet smile to the kid who’d just tried to deck the demon child still fighting Tim’s grip. Tim lets him go the moment he’s got the other kid’s attention. “Timothy Drake-Wayne. I’m meeting with your mother next week, I believe. It’d be such a shame if she were to hear you were starting fights at school, wouldn’t it?”

The Torres kid is wide-eyed. Doesn’t say anything. Runs away.

Good.

Tim doesn’t know if he was worried for the Torres kid or for Damian. If he was worried about what would happen if it had progressed past that initial something. Just knows that there’s a weird feeling settling in his bones as he pushes (a worryingly—no, not worryingly—quiet) Damian towards the car.

They both climb in. Neither says a word for a long six minutes and seventeen seconds.

Finally, Damian asks, “Where is Grayson?”

“Work.”

Damian scowls. “I could have handled that by myself.”

“I know,” Tim says, because he does.

And he doesn’t understand why he’d rushed in like that. He knows that Damian’s more than capable of handling other people pushing him around. Or maybe that’s what he’d been worried about. Maybe Damian would have gone too far.

But according to Dick, Damian hasn’t gone too far in a long time. And this hadn’t seemed like an isolated incident.

“Then why?” Damian grits out.

Tim thinks and thinks and thinks. They’re four stoplights away from when Damian asked the question when he finally answers truthfully, “I don’t know.”

Damian blinks at him. Then averts his gaze to the window. The rest of the drive is thoughtfully quiet, and the two of them just let each other be, for once not fighting or arguing.

For some reason, when they’re in the garage and Tim’s getting out of the car, Tim says, “You know, you could just tell a teacher. Or Dick. They could stop him from doing anything.”

Damian glances at him, wary. “That is exactly the reason I haven’t said anything. I’m handling it just fine on my own.”

Tim blinks, brow creasing before realization dawns on him. He grins. “So, school is that boring, huh?”

Damian snorts. “I already know everything the teachers are trying to educate me in,” he says. “I don’t understand the reason that Grayson and Father are so insistent on an education at a public school when I already have all the knowledge I need.”

Tim rolls his eyes and starts for the door that leads into the manor. “Try social skills.”

“Father doesn’t have social skills, and he gets along just fine.”

Tim chokes on a laugh and eyes Damian as they go through the kitchen. “Was that a joke? Who taught you how to joke?”

“You’ve been spending far too much time with Brown and Todd.”

“And you’ve been spending too much time with Dick.”

“Nonsense,” Damian says, his nose stuck in the air like he’s trying to look down on Tim. It doesn’t work. “Grayson is the only tolerable one of you all.”

“Sure,” Tim says placating. He grabs a tin from the cupboard and brings it over to Damian. “Cookie?”

Damian looks a little unsure at Tim’s change of attitude, and honestly Tim’s a little unsure about it, too, but he’s not up for being angry at the demon brat right now, even if he will probably be a little upset later. But there’s a calm right now, a truce in the wake of what had happened today, a ceasefire that neither of them are sure will last long enough for them to even finish their cookies.

Even still, Damian accepts the offer, and grabs a cookie.

They eat in silence, and it’s honestly the closest Tim’s ever felt to Damian.

He’s not sure he’ll be impressed if Dick asks him to pick up Damian from school in the future, but maybe next time he won’t get upset about it right away. And maybe their truce will even last.

[comicsandmakeup]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Time to recommend one of my all time favorite fics. I cannot stress how good this is. I have re-read this piece at least 10 times. It’s absolutely beautiful. 

If you ever wondered what would happen if Talia wasn’t so evil and brought Jason back home to his family after the pit, then this is a must read. 

It’s got all my favorite things: Good Dad Bruce, Dick trying to be a good brother, and Jason getting a supportive and loving family after his resurrection. 

The gorgeous Cerusee can also be found here.  

[whetstonefires]

cerusee

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the two mutuals on this site i talk to most have...

see, now I’m gonna start paying attention to all your reblogs while I try to figure out who the other one is

<3 ahahaha message me when you get it! :D

[bowditch]

Prompt Boost for Cerusee

Hey, everyone! The Batfam and tumblr community have blown me away with how much you’ve helped raise funds for @cerusee . Thank you!!

Cost estimates for upcoming surgery and ER bills are rolling in and we haven’t quite met the fundraiser goal. To help, a few friends and I are going to be accepting prompts over the next few days in exchange for donations.

All prompts will be written ASAP and delivered by the end of the year if we need time to work. @camsthisky @preciousthingsareprecious @laquilasse @chimaerakitten and myself will be participating, and I will be taking today.

Here’s how it will work:

Go to the GoFundMe and donate.

Come back to my tumblr and send the prompt and the name you donated under on GoFundMe so I can doubleheck amount. Please let me know if you’d prefer this name to remain private and we will tag you in a reply instead of replying publically to the ask.

We will not be accepting NSFW or ship prompts. Batfam is the primary fandom.

It will be one hundred words per dollar for writing prompts. @laquilasse will be doing art replies, $10 per character sketch and $5 each additional character. She will only be accepting ten characters on her prompt day. I will post when the cap is met. Writers have no cap.

Today is my (audreycritter) prompt day. From now until tomorrow at noon EST, I will be accepting prompts in exchange for donations. Please message if you have questions. Tomorrow I will post again with the next day’s writer. Feel free to boost!

Thank you again, so much!

[bowditch]

Prompt Drive Day 6

Thank you all SO MUCH, everyone who donated for a prompt to @cerusee’s GoFundMe.

Today, Tuesday Nov 6 2018, @batdad will be accepting art prompts. 

Please send them to her ask inbox.

PLEASE read carefully as there are different rules for art prompts. Sharon will be accepting a maximum of 10 prompts.

It is very difficult to refund donations via GoFundMe’s money management system so if you do not follow the guidelines, we will offer you an alternate prompt fill from one of our writers but we will not be offering the refund process. 

1. Use the donate link below and check the list of recent donations on the right hand side of the page. Count up from the $5 donation from Audrey Simmons-- if there have been less than ten, you can still snag a spot. If there have been ten or more, then art prompts are closed for the day. You may still donate and request a fic prompt via @audreycritter‘s inbox. Feel free to message if you have questions or are confused about this step.

2. Donate here.

3. In the ask include your name you donated under, if you would like your name to remain anon, and your prompt.

Prompts cannot be ships or NSFW. Sharon may reblog with fandoms aside from Batman she’s willing to draw for, so please check her reblog of this post to see. Otherwise, Batfam Gen Fic prompts only, please.

$10 will get one character sketch, each additional $5 will cover another character.

Art will be posted/delivered ASAP, but deadline is the end of this year to account for personal commitments and daily life obligations.

Thank you SO much for all your help, donating and reblogging! It’s extremely appreciated.