#damianwaynes

[peterprker]

hi guys i’ve accidentally deleted my blog and everything is gone ha aha ha ah ha 

so um if i message you or smth don’t freak out it’s me

[capes]

The Rules

1. Always post the rules 2. Answer the questions the person who tagged you gave you and write 11 new questions 3. Tag 11 people and link them to the post 4. Let them know you’ve tagged them

aksjdlkfj luchia tagged me so here goes

1. What color is the floor?

WHITE

2. If you were a flower, what would you be?

the aggressively forward bearded iris

3. How many siblings (if any) do you have?

i have one younger brother and he's 22 this year and almost done with the army, good lord. 

4. You have the opportunity to colonize Mars. It’s a one-way trip. Do you go?

but is there wifi in mars

ngl my first instinct is to say yes because I'm stupid like that, but then I'll probably be crying anti-gravity tears in mars about five months later because they don't have kuay chap or sambal belacan and because i'm TRYING TO COLONIZE A DUSTY ROCK IN SPACE

no wait but is the earth in trouble or anything or am i trying to save the human race because honestly i'll take the deal if i get to be the new queen of the human race. have lots of sex, pop out a few kids, rule with an iron fist, nbd where do i sign up for this shit

5. What’s your timezone?

GMT +8

6. If you could live in any city, where would you live?

right now? i want to live in new york for a couple of years, maybe. it seems cool, like the sort of busy, anonymous, never-sleeps kind of place i could stand to hang around in for a while. 

7. What’s your favorite type of shoe?

flip flops, man. and i don't even wear those unless i absolutely have to.

8. Favorite ice cream flavor?

mint chocolate chip! fuck, that shit is good. 

9. Would you rather lose your sense of smell or one ear?

my sense of smell is fucked anyway; take it, it's yours. 

10. What is your greatest fear?

shit, i don't know. i'm scared of a lot of things, but i hate the idea of hiding from them and not confronting my fear more than the actual fears themselves. also i reaaaaaaaaally hate getting trapped in long-term commitments. super hate. i literally just turned a scholarship offer down because of it.

11. What does the view out of your bedroom window look like, and would you be willing to take a picture~?

idk where my phone is rn so have an instagram photo; my room is on the opposite end of this bridge, so i guess it counts. it's all grass and plants and the highway and FACE-MELTING EQUATORIAL HEAT

OKAY MY QUESTIONS:

1. What's your zombie apocalypse contingency plan?

2. Matte or shiny? 

3. Three things I can find in your wallet.

4. .gif or .jif? Give me all your rage.

5. You can only watch one season of one show for the rest of your life. Choose wisely.

6. You wake up one day with a massive hangover and you find out that you have a tattoo of someone's face on your butt. Whose face is it? Pls provide an image if possible thx

7. What's your favourite book ever???

8. Weirdest thing you've ever eaten?

9. Would you rather have the ability to draw or the ability to write? 

10. but can you clap with one hand

Ocean's Question 11. Which tumblr users would you assemble to plan a super cool bank heist with? 

TAGGING: anthonyjcrowley, chibikaya, honeybloods, friendlymushroomtsuyin, damianwaynes, probonos, balphesian, ariaes, neptunepirate, mechinism, geoffframsey

or whoever wants to do this meme, i mean. no pressure yo

[jonginssoo]

throws- i mean send you flowers

thing you just sent me: ew | aw | great | awesome | omfg yes | I COULD CRY OMG | NOPE I CAN’T HANDLE IT |THANK YOU

blog: eh | good | great | awesome | hell to the yeah | CAN U NOT | SRSLY OH MY GOD WHAT GIVE ME YOUR PASSWORD

SEND ME A THING AND I’LL RATE YOUR BLOG

[diastrons]

Hey! I just recently found your blog, and I was intrigued about your characters! Would you mind telling me the story behind them? Also sorry if you've been asked this loads of times, I couldn't find a FAQ ;;

AhhH, I don’t mind at all answering some questions about my characters… They’re like my babies. aHhaha.. .. haha… Thank you for being interested in them, but honestly they’re kind of boring. I’m sorry if they’re not what you expect… haha…. Here goes…

Knox Skyler: You’ll probably see this guy the most on my tumblr. I really don’t have a story for him in canon, but he’s supposed to be in the US Marine Corps. After leaving the Marines, he’s supposed to be a chef/baker or something haha ha. He’s a really nice guy, maybe too nice for his own good. His girlfriend/wife is Marion Walsh (not my OC) and yea hH… They are kind of really in love and have 3 kiddos together. I have lots of AUs with them and I draw them in whatever I feel like haha. My favorite is the Mermaid AU. Sometimes I genderbend him and pair her w/ Cooper or Abe (Siobhan’s OC). Oh, he’s got bear ears for no real reason. I used to have a reason when I first made him, but now they have no use really and I just draw them just because. (I’m dumb sorry.)

Cooper Michaels: Same story as Knox, Sergeant in  the Marine Corps. He’s a flirty, fun dude during down time. He’s a totally different person on missions and stuff. He’s serious and really cares about the lives of his men. YE… I don’t really have a story for him, I just have random events in my head w/ his marine bros. He teases Knox a lot, but they’re best friends. He is REALLY good with the ladies, yep. He’s a pirate in the Mermaid AU

Arthur Skyler: The oldest Skyler kid, he is the spitting image of his dad, but is attached to his mom. He wants to be exactly like his dad and likes to appear more mature than he is. Being treated like an adult makes him very happy.

Ezra Skyler: One year younger than Arthur. He’s a bratty kid, he gets into small fights with his brother, but they care very much about each other at the end of the day.

Arabel Skyler: Two years younger than Ezra. She’s a cute, awkward, wallflower child. She’s very much a daddy’s girl. She likes helping her dad out in the kitchen.

YE… I’ve got a couple more OCs that I haven’t drawn recently, but these are the ones that I draw the most. Sorry this is really long winded hahhaa, I really hope you still think they’re interesting HHAHA. I just get kind of a little excited when people ask about my OCs.. Thank you for asking about them!

[stephwillspoilyou-archive]

You Dress Like A Wayne

((Damian and Steph “Scarf”as requested by damian-waynes from the seasonal prompts. Gasp, it’s not TimSteph!? Shh, I told you I can write stuff besides those two jokers))

“I don’t see why I let you chose my clothing for undercover work, Brown. Your taste is atrocious.” He was tugging on a dark blue jacket that, well honestly, he didn’t hate, but he couldn’t tell her that. “Because A. You lost your rights when you stuck my BFF into a bunny suit, so count yourself lucky I don't do worse, B. you dress like a Wayne, and then C. It’s either me or Dick.” Stephanie just grinned at him and pulled her black bob wig into place. “… Fine. None of those ridiculous yellow blobs this time.” “You mean the smilie faces?” Steph so knew she’d never be able to pull that twice. “Only idiots dress like that.” Mister Killjoy in every way. “Aww, don’t call yourself stupid!” “Don’t twist my words, Brown!” Uh oh, he didnt like that one. Steph decided to pull back, take a new route with her teasing. “That’s what siblings do, little guy.” She shot him a sweet smile. Shift attention around a little, Steph. Acceptance over abuse, right? “We are not siblings. As if my father would even consider adopting you.” “We are for today, Brat Wonder.” She twisted a white and black scarf around her neck, debating the best placement. “And I could still be your sister without being adopted.” “What? Like Drake will find the nerve and you’re getting awfully old, aren’t you?” Oh, he just thought he was hilarious, didn’t he? “Did I say it had to be Timmy?” Well, that shut him up. Steph didn’t notice how he stared at her after that response, how he stuffed his hands hurriedly in his pockets, turned away and busied himself with his buttons. “I prefer you blonde.” He said after a moment, giving her wig a disgusted look. “What’s that, D?” Steph looked over at his curiously. Had that been a compliment? “I said your wig is hideous and this hat is cheap. Wear it.” He tugged it off of his head and threw it at her. She caught it easily and shrugged, testing it out. “Better?” “Tt, it’ll have to do. No one’s going to buy you as my sister.” “Mm, now you’re missing something.” She tapped her lips as she looked him over. “My dignity in these rags?” Damian shifted uneasily, was this some prank? Steph rolled her eyes and pulled the scarf off of her neck before bending down and wrapping it around his. She pulled it tight to cover his mouth and kissed his cheek before messing up his hair. He yanked the scarf loose and glared at her, Damian would not let her smiles and giggles get at him like they did his weak supposed brothers. He didnt remove the scarf fully though, his cheek were just red from the cold, that was all. “Be careful with that, it was a gift!” “Tt, what do you take me for? Some child?” He straightened the scarf and didnt look at her when he gave it the smallest of sniffs. Peaches? “Maybe one day. C’mon, you ready?” “I’m always ready, Brown.” “Don’t forget though, you’re supposed to be a kid so you better hold my hand when we cross the street like a good boy.” She ruffled his hair again. He slapped his hand at her. “Children are supposed to help old women cross the street, but don’t push your luck, Brown.” He smirked and stuffed his hands back in his pockets again as they departed. Steph just rolled her eyes, this mission was going to be easier than she thought.

[stephwillspoilyou-archive]

your new theme is cute :')

//Aww, thank you!! I still have to figure out how to get a box behind my text beneath the picture. I love my background, but the text is kinda hard to read.

[theredwonder]

Damian likes to spread his legs, apparently

[notaridinghood]

All That Remains

People used to tease Jason about how much of a paranoid bastard he is, but now he's glad for it. He's absolutely fucking euphoric that he kept a bag with supplies in it at all times, that he stored ammo and non-perishables and medicals supplies in dozens of hidey holes all around Gotham. He's always been ready to run, to fight, just in case the Batman decided that he had had enough of the Red Hood's residence in his city, and chased him out.

Jason's not entirely sure what caused the apparent zombie apocalypse, and for the most part he doesn't care. He wants to put a bullet in the head of whatever person or thing it was that started it all, but beyond that, he just wants to survive. He's been on his own since the world fell to shit, protecting as many innocents as he can find still alive, tucking children and finding men and women to protect them, giving them tips for survival and sharing what extra supplies he has. It's not much, but he wants the world to still be populated when this is all over.

And Jason wants to live. He plans to fight until his last breath if that's what it takes. He's died once, and he's sure as fuck not going to do it again. Not before he's ready, at least, and he's not ready yet. If he can keep himself alive until this damn apocalypse has resolved itself, then he'll be happy, and then maybe he'll be content with sitting down and taking a rest. Until then, he's going to fight, and protect people.

He doesn't know whether anyone else has survived. He hasn't seen hide nor hair of Dick, or Bruce, or Tim, or Damian, or anyone. For all he knows, they're dead or infected. He has to remind himself every day that they're not his family any more, that they abandoned him, that they've always been a threat. It doesn't stop him from worrying, or wondering if one day the zombie he puts a bullet in was his brother, once upon a time.

Most days, Jason just eats and sleeps and runs and fights, and tries not to remember when he fought because it was right, not because he needed to do it to survive. He tries not to remember his childhood on the streets, and how this is so similar. He tries not to think of his family, and he tries not to hope that they lived. He never admits to himself that if they were dead, his life was empty. That all he had left was his determination to keep going.

Jason soldiers on because that's all there is remaining for him. He can't stop, not even for a second, because when he stops and thinks about what's happened, he remembers that his life is over, that everything he has ever cared about has descended into rotting, shambling hell, and that he might as well lay down and die. Jason keeps fighting, and helping people, and fighting down the inevitable, oh-so-human hope that one day, things will be better.