updated hermes design
he comes in many colors
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seen from Singapore
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seen from Malaysia
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seen from United States
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updated hermes design
he comes in many colors
I love scenes in the comics where a Gotham civilian accidentally stumbles upon a Robin who’s passed out/badly injured because that first heart dropping ass clenching thought process must be WILD.
Holy shit that’s Robin
Where’sBatman?
Oh shit, Batman isn’t here
They’re never apart
He’s bleeding pretty badly
Who can even take out a Robin??
Where is Batman?
Man they beat that kid
Who beat him???
If Batman’s alive, he’s going to come for blood
Oh god he’s going to think I did it if I keep standing here
Why didn’t anyone else stop?
He’s just a kid under that mask, isn’t he
Can’t take him to a hospital
Can I take him to Batman? I could figure out how to turn on that Bat signal
But then I’d have to leave Robin
Oh shit, he’s missing half his teeth
I almost hope Batman isn’t alive, because what he’d do if he saw this…
Who would fuck with one of his?
Nobody fucks with Robin when he’s alone, I thought that was the rule
Should I grab the teeth?
Probably can’t bring those in an uber
Correction: I can’t bring him in an uber anyway
I need to call Batman
FUCK, the signal just turned on
Holy shit, I still can’t believe that’s Robin
Wasn’t he bigger?
I need to know where Batman is
I’m gonna move the kid out of the rain at least
Maybe I can do a virtual visit with urgent care…
Wait. That light is flashing on his arm thingy.
I heard a noise. Wait. Is that—
[incoherent fear]
[adrenaline spike]
….he looks worse than the kid does
I should offer to carry him — oh, okay, I guess one arm still works
Keep your head down, don’t let him see your face
Oh god I’m going to die…he’s going to beat me with his one good hand and I’m gonna turn into Jell-O
[eyes clenched shut]
…..is he….is he gone?
Maybe I dreamed that
There’s still blood on the ground
There’s still blood on the ground
Okay. Okay. The rain will wash it away, but I guess I can help.
Oh my god my heart’s pounding
I need to sit down
…
…is it just me, or were his eyes…glowing…a little bit?
…
…
…
Hope the kid’s okay.
Simon is suspicious of his mum's new boyfriend, immediately, but James Garrick takes it in stride. He never yells, doesn't drink more than a single beer that Simon ever sees, and takes his mum out on dates. Real ones, to the cinema and dinner and art shows and things.
At first, it seems wrong, but after six months, both Simon and Tommy realize that James isn't changing their mum. He's making space for the things she wants, things her sons had never gotten a chance to see and know about her. Begrudgingly, Simon starts to accept the guy enough not to hide every time he comes around.
And that's when the trouble starts, because James starts bringing around his son, Kyle. -
"You live like this?"
Kyle doesn't knock before striding into Simon's room and shutting the door behind himself. He drags his eyes over everything - Simon's singular poster, the secondhand furniture, his shelves of books and random rocks and stones and bones. Everything gets that judgmental little London pout that means he's unimpressed, as ever, with anything in Simon's life.
Simon grits his teeth and turns around in his desk chair. "The fuck're you doin' in 'ere? Get out."
Kyle snorts and takes a seat on Simon's lap. "They're watching some boring chick flick."
As usual, Simon's brain goes staticky, and he has to remind himself not to stare at Kyle's lips. It takes him a moment too long to say, "Go bother Tommy."
"He's boring, too." Kyle's fingers run through his hair, and he grins when Simon shivers. "What're you working on, then?"
"None of your bloody business."
"Fine. You wanna go for a smoke on the roof? Or," he leans in to Simon's ear. "We could hang out in here for a bit."
born to draw Majorscythe
forced to do school work
Me: hey sis, let me introduce you to someone. I think you guys would get along well
Sis: aight
Sis, a week later: i need to date them
How we feel abt Goth Seer