ukiemos al mundo

[diminuel]

What is the 'trying to rebrand' wip?

(For the WIP ask game!)

It's a Kuja!Crocodile AU where she decides she wants to change how she looks now that she left Amazon Lily.

(She needs to invest in some hair gel.)

(I have started writing a fic about Kuja!Croc, but I only have the first couple of scenes.)

[melioristicbeast]

when the bf insists on going to a college party only to conk out on the designated jacket-chair in the corner, so you get called to go pick him up

Sleep-deprived-stiles falling asleep in inopportune places and long-suffering derek picking him up and lugging him home, my beloved 🫶

Inspired by Oblivious Misadventures, and Other Such Tales by @always-the-little-spoon, that does this trope beautifully along with an oblivious Scott as outsider POV - what's not to like!

What was supposed to just be a little add-on that took on a life of it's own, so it gets its own post instead: [part 2]

[anne-jordan]

Jason Todd and Kyle Rayner Friendship Potential

It may be an unpopular opinion, but I think that Kyle Rayner and Jason Todd are a very good duo, or at least have the potential to be.

I'm not talking about the comic where they meet (It wasn't that great) or how the relationship was handled in it, but the concept of this two is very promising to me.

Kyle and Jason are the same age, for starters, and both are legacy characters that for a reason or another were never part of a team of peers like the Teen Titans or the Young Justice. Because of their isolation from the super hero community, they always kind of recieved the "left overs" of their mentors and family when it came to relationships. Jason obviously is the most know victim, with DC tendency to just pass to him Dick's friends so they don't have to write new and complex characters to match Jason's, but Kyle also had to face this, because of the circumstances of him becoming a Green Lantern. He had no mentor, no Oa to go to for training, and when he entered the Justice League he was seen as just a replacement of Hal Jordan. It took time for him to actually be considered a person of his own.

Besides Artemis and Bizarro (who still are meant to mirror the trinity but "dark") Jason has no meaningful relationships that are outside of his family or not tied to it, and Kyle's connections are always in the Green Lantern Corp or a hand me down from Hal. This two meeting is maybe the first and only break away from the very rigid box they've been restrained to for ages.

Because they don't know eachother, there is no expectations to be someone else, no history or family in between. They are free to be exactly who they are, their own person. And, as it turns out, they are two little shits who like to ragebait the fuck out of eachother at any given occasion, and I love them for it.

That it's not to say that I don't like pairings like Jayroy, Roy is great with Jason and I actually like them togheter, but I think that it would not be a crime to let Dick and Jason (and generally the Batfam as a whole) have separate lives with different people in them. Let them have meaningful connections with others super heroes (and maybe not just the supers. Again, I like the super-bat duos, but they are so overdone).

DC, give me a good comic with Kyle and Jason going to adventures together outside of that shit hole Gotham, and my life is yours!

[ladytauria]

[sladejay] the lullaby of touch

Pairing: Jason Todd/Slade Wilson Rating: Explicit Words: 5.2k Warnings: None

Slade is not a gentle man. He’s a weapon in a man’s body; a creature made to hurt, to kill. The way he says Jason’s name belies that. It scares him, this tenderness. He thought he’d carved it all out of himself years ago.

this isn’t quite the fic I originally imagined, but I like it anyway. you may see a similar concept from me again lmao

i originally started writing this for SladeJay Week, but i didn’t get it finished in time. i started writing it at the same time as with whom can you sit in water? so you may see some similarities, especially in the opening, pre-sex bit because i was in a very warm, domestic mood at the time, lol.

>> AO3 <<

One look at Jason is all Slade needs to know he’s been having a bad day—or few days, more likely. There’s a certain hollowness in his eyes, a pallor to his skin, and the smile he greets Slade with is genuine, but a shadow of its normal self.

Slade bypasses the pleasantries, pulling him in by the waist to kiss him softly. He hums approvingly when Jason melts against him—though that, too, is another sign of something being wrong. Jason is rarely ever so pliant. His submission is something Slade has to earn, to take, and Slade would never ask him to change. He relishes the challenge of it; the beauty of Jason’s ferocity and defiance.

But…

There is something sweet about his willing submission, too; given freely from the start instead of being painstakingly pulled from him.

It’s just a pity Slade only ever gets to see it on nights like this, when Jason is worn thin and aching.

Slade pulls away slowly, only to press his mouth to Jason’s temple. “Do you want to talk about it?” he offers, unsurprised when Jason shakes his head in reply. He doesn’t press, only nods. Jason will tell him when he’s ready, when things aren’t as raw. Or Slade will find out some other way what’s bothering his bird. Until then… “Alright. I’m gonna change into something more comfortable. You got anything you need to wrap up?”

It takes a moment for Jason to respond. Slade waits him out, patient.

“The dishes,” he says finally, and Slade nods again. He kisses Jason again, more briefly this time, and then loosens the circle of his arms. He lets Jason be the one to step away first—and doesn’t resist the urge to squeeze his ass when he walks by, grinning at the irritated-amused look Jason throws at him. It pairs so well with his blush.

After he changes, he joins Jason at the sink. There aren’t many dishes. Jason is fastidious, even when he’s stressed. Maybe especially when he’s stressed. Still, Slade slots in next to him to rinse and dry the last few pieces.

When they’re done, Slade dries his hands—barely—before pulling Jason in again to kiss him with a tenderness that, until recently, he’d thought he was no longer capable of. Like before, Jason’s arms wind around his neck as he melts against him, letting Slade take his weight. This time, he’s trembling; coming apart now that there’s someone here to hold him together.

Slade hums against his mouth; one hand splaying protectively over his lower back while the other grips the back of his neck, steady, comforting.

Bit by bit, Jason’s trembling eases.

Slade doesn’t break the kiss until it ceases entirely—and even then, he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he guides Jason’s head down to the cradle of his neck and shoulder. The boy sighs and relaxes even more, until Slade is more or less all that’s keeping him standing.

He doesn’t mind.

He slips a hand under Jason’s shirt—splaying it again, touching every inch of his skin that he can. “When was the last time you slept?” he asks. His voice has softened without his permission.

Jason tenses, ever so slightly. “I’ve napped,” he offers. “But… It’s probably been a couple of days.” The admission is quiet.

Unsurprising.

Slade doesn’t permit himself to frown, even if Jason can’t see his expression. He hums instead, and presses a kiss to Jason’s crown—a reward for his honesty. “Bed, then. I’ll make sure you get some sleep tonight.”

Jason doesn’t argue. He nods into Slade’s shoulder instead. He doesn’t make any moves to pull away, though, not until Slade laughs once and nudges him gently. He grumbles, pulling back to squint in the light of the kitchen, and rub at one tired eye. Something horribly soft and squishy fills Slade’s chest—another one of those feelings he thought he left behind years ago.

Jason is content to allow Slade to steer him to the bathroom, where they brush their teeth side-by-side. Slade rinses his mouth, then gives Jason free reign of the bathroom while he heads to the bedroom. It’s just as neat as the rest of the apartment; the bed made with military precision. He shuts off the overhead light in favor of turning on the bedside lamp. It lights the room with a soft, warm glow, made even fuzzier by the thick shade obscuring the bulb. A small nightlight on the other side of the room turns on—something Jason had plugged in when Slade first started coming here on a more permanent basis, a defiant stare daring Slade to say something about it.

He hadn’t.

He turns the blankets down, too, and double checks that the blackout curtains are closed tight and the security system active before opening the bedside drawer to fish out a bottle of lube and a pair of condoms.

Neither of them are any stranger to nightmares. Slade dreams of cold hospital walls, of slit throats and blood seeping across the floor and almost too lates, of a body turning to ash in his arms and knowing he’d failed, of a bloody hole in a girl’s head and the certainty that it was his fault even if his hands hadn’t been the ones to hold the knife. Slade’s hands have always been too rough with the things most precious to him.

Jason hasn't shared the contents of his nightmares any more than Slade has, but he can guess at some of them. The sound of a clown’s mad laughter, the rough timber of a father you’ll never be enough for, the ghosts of those he’s failed to save.

Nightmares can come at any time, but when Jason gets like this—worn, spread thin—he’s more vulnerable to them. Sometimes all Jason wants, all he needs, is to be held. To be reminded that someone is there. But some nights he needs a little more. Slade likes to be prepared for both.

Then it’s his turn in the bathroom. He doesn’t take long, coming back just as Jason is settling into bed—wearing absolutely nothing at all. It has Slade pausing in the doorway to just look, despite the way Jason pinks and scowls at him.

The scowl’s only halfhearted anyway.

Jason’s gorgeous. Broad shoulders, tapered waist, thick thighs made for biting. He’s not hard, not yet, but even flaccid his cock is well-sized. Slade’s mouth waters slightly. He knows from experience how nicely it fits in his mouth; how it feels to have Jason harden as he sucks him. Slade doesn’t think he’ll be blowing him tonight, but the memory still has his cock stirring in his sweats.

He pulls the door shut—locking it, even if they aren’t expecting any visitors, just for the way it makes Jason’s pulse jump. He toward the bed, leaving his clothes in a trail behind him. He crawls over Jason—Jason’s legs part for him automatically, arms coming up to wind around Slade’s neck and shoulders. The scowl slips from his mouth, and the sound he makes when Slade locks their mouths together is tinged with desperation. It has Slade kissing him just a little harder in response, sucking Jason’s bottom lip into his mouth so he can roll it between his teeth.

Jason moans again. His fingers tangle in Slade’s hair. He keeps it longer these days just for that; the sweet ache that comes as Jason pulls at it. He arches, pressing their chests together. It’s an obvious request for touch. Slade doesn’t even consider denying him. He lets his hands wander, stroking and squeezing Jason’s sides, his chest, his back. Jason makes such soft, sweet noises. Slade swallows all of them.

The arousal builds slowly. Slade can feel it pooling in his gut and dripping down to his groin, his cock growing harder. Jason shifts, and it brushes against his abdomen. Slade moans. Jason’s fingers tighten in his hair before they pull, and Slade moans again, deeper this time. Jason shudders, and rolls his hips. Their cocks brush, and they moan as one, their kiss breaking. Jason’s breathing has turned ragged, so Slade trails a path of kisses down his neck instead.

“Slade,” Jason says, sighs, and it’s such a sweet sound that Slade rewards him for it by sinking his teeth into Jason’s skin and sucking a bruise there. That gets him another sweet noise; this one lower, deeper, pulled from the depths of Jason’s chest.

“What do you need tonight, little bird?” Slade asks, his voice rough from their kiss but still so much softer than he would use for anyone else.

“You,” Jason replies, like he always does. Before Slade can remind him to be more specific, he adds, “Your cock, in me. Want you to… to make it so you’re all I can think about.”

>> AO3 <<

[melioristicbeast]

Art inspired by You would kill for this, just a little bit, you would by Alice9 on Ao3 as requested by @blairkaramell !

Thank you for the fic rec, it was a delightful read! had to go with some new-parent-exhaustion (':

Open for requests through the first week of June - feel free to send an ask! ☆

[mnaanna]

Reading this amazing work Jason and The Three Terrors, (https://archiveofourown.org/works/22328314/chapters/53336047) from @cdelphiki , I visualise this baby in civilian life, with civilian work, and he is so happy that he IS a good writer and an investigator.

Jason the Journalist from Daily Profet Metropolis

I'M still learning the colouring works, and improving the drawing. That's why there are many different drawing styles in here.

[yayee-prsp]

Redraw of Real Enough To Get Me Through CH10 by @marriedzukka -- this fic made me tear up yesterday not to name any names or anything

also a redraw of this img!! That I don't believe I've posted!

[cometcrystal]

🎪The Start Of Forever🎡

After leaving her childhood home, Pacifica is still getting the hang of being a normal teenager. Thankfully, there's a whole bunch of people that love her, and those people want to go with her to the county fair. Featuring: Questionable Carnival Rides, Ferris Wheel Kisses, and Marius!

I collabed with the ever-talented @enidtendo64 for this fic!! She absolutely KILLED IT with the art, and I had so much fun chatting with her about this project over the past few weeks!

I hope you guys enjoy this happy little epilogue to the arc I've been writing for Pacifica since the start of 2025 💜 Thanks again to Angie for helping bring it to life and brainstorming with me!

(Bonus art under the cut, posted with her permission! 👑)

read on [AO3] or [FFN]

[enidtendo64]

Super happy and honored to have been able to collab, also SUCH a cute fic also MARIUS CARNIVAL RIDES Please read when you can!!!

[theglitteringtrio]

prince of hearts

~2,3k | oneshot | young justice 1998

“Behold! The Prince of Krypton,” Bart exclaimed, folding himself into a deep bow. “No, I’m not. And even if I was, I’m pretty sure, me being half human would have been a pretty good reason for why that wouldn’t work.” “Don’t care.” Bart said, unbothered. “You can’t just elect me the Prince of Krypton!” “I could elect you King of Krypton if I wanted to.” Bart shot back. “Who’s gonna stop me? The other what…two? Kryptonians that are left?”

[soaringbubblegum]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, DCU, DCU (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Jason Todd, Alpha Dick Grayson, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bites, Knotting, Rough Sex, Dubious Consent Due To Identity Issues, Possessive Dick Grayson, Mating Run, Breeding Kink, first time rut, Forced Bonding, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Bad Parent Bruce Wayne, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Unreliable Narrator, Mutual Non-Con, Misunderstandings, Post-Batarang Incident (Batman: Under the Red Hood) Summary:

What should have been protection burned away. What rose in its place was instinct, brutal and unstoppable. Now they are bound, and the bond feels like both ruin and home.

(Or, Nightwing engages Red Hood into a mating run without knowing who is under the mask.)

My first ABO, I’m super anxious about it but I hope it came out nice.

[dragonpyre]

My second piece for @batfam-big-bang! This one is for @fandomfive39's fic In the Shadow of a Demon

The League of Assassins was a semi-known organization with power in nearly every country. Even more unknown however, was it's subdivision: the League of Shadows. Barely more than an urban legend, people in all dark corners of the world feared the elusive Shadows that would hunt you down if they deemed it necessary. It was unknown how many there were, who they were, or where they were. Men, women, wives, husbands and coworkers. The Shadows took every shape needed to get what they wanted. A few, sparse reports recorded Kestrels: deadly males with more knives than teeth and enough crimes each to rival a prison. Even fewer could say they knew of the Diaemi, masked women who’ve worn hundreds of faces and lived thousands of lives, controlling from behind the scenes. They were monsters, faithfully stood at the Demon’s hand. They were children, taken too soon from their innocence. They were Shadows, Bats and Birds waiting in the dark for whatever was to come next.

Commission info / ko-fi

[greylittlebird-deactivated20250]

Jason has a different perspective than anyone else in the Batfam because Jason is a victim, not a survivor. Jason has been the collateral damage, the “we can’t save everyone”. Jason has been the one dead because Bruce said “if I kill Joker I’m just as bad” (which is a ridiculous false equivalency). Jason has been the poor street kid written off by society, he has been the victim of domestic violence and child abuse. Jason has been one of the hundreds The Joker has senselessly tortured and murdered.

What Bruce & Co are essentially asking Jason to do is accept that his death was okay, that he was an acceptable sacrifice for The Joker whose life is nothing but harming others for fun and continues creating more victims like Jason. And Bruce’s only defense is the absolutist “killing is bad and if we do it we’ll be bad” (even though mass surveillance, torture, excessive force, etc. is all also bad but Bruce is fine with doing that “for the greater good” even when it clearly doesn’t work).

Of course Jason cannot accept that it’s okay he died and that other innocent people keep dying because it isn’t fucking okay. Victims are allowed to be angry, are allowed to fight back.

[thekaiserroll]

Comission for @ironicveghead Comic based on a fanfic called "A Kindled Hearth"

Other comics: (1) (2) (4)

[meemoop]

The Veiled Boy, Chapter 50: The Dream on Earnshaw Bridge, out now on ao3!

[buried-alive-inside-my-comics]

Ummm… well it’s been three years apparently since I last updated this fic.

I know I mostly post about 911 these days but JayRoy was my first love and I am very proud of this story. If you followed me for Jayroy content and still stuck around for my Buddie era, thank you, and I hope you enjoy the update.

[sterekeverlasting]

falling for you

fic by @isthatbloodonhisshirt, featuring art by @anonazure for the Sterek Everlasting Winter 2024 Edition.

You can read the magazine online here.

Rating: T Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Additional tags: Meet-Cute, Pining, Mutual Pining, College Student Stiles Stilinski, College Student Derek Hale, winter holidays, Ice Skating, Shy Derek Hale, Getting Together, Winter Wonderland

Summary:

Derek nodded once, reaching for it, all while reminding himself over and over again in his head to thank him with the pun. This was it, this was the moment for him. Stiles would realize he’d understood the pun from yesterday, and would laugh, and Derek would feel relieved, and everything would be great. His hand closed around the cup and he said, “Thanks for the latte.” Fuck. Fuck! Stiles looked startled, eyes dipping down to the drink Derek was now holding, and then back up. “Sorry, did you—I thought you wanted a coffee, did you want a latte?” “No.” Derek turned his back on him and walked away, resisting the urge to just head straight back to his car to drive off a cliff. Thanks a latte! The fucking pun was thanks a latte! Not thanks for the latte! Fuck! How had he messed it up so fucking badly?! It was three words! “That went well,” Boyd said, catching up with him. Derek just reached out to punch him hard in the arm without even looking.

[alexsays-no]

Uncle Reggie setting the good example