#THX FOR THE ASK ^-^

[dykekarkat]

jeremy for the character ask game!!

First impression: not a fan :( generally i just don't tend to like the whole sunshiney / secretly hiding their issues character type

Impression now: tgr did IMMENSE work for me with jeremy...he got so much more interesting once i got a peak behind the Jeremy Knox curtain. he'll probably never be a favorite but his guilt complex, self hatred, and tendency to self harm thru sex has me more captivated than i was in tsc for sure...

Favorite moment: gotta be his "haha why didn't neil tell you he came to california? yeah that was when grayson died :)" the mental image of every one else realizing neil killed that man while jeremy STILL doesn't know about. the raven mafia cult in west virginia. truly stunning.

Idea for a story: there is an omega/omega jerejean idea sitting in my head but i fear this would require andreil chilling the fuck out in my mind palace and well. that has not yet happened.

Unpopular opinion: i do not know the popular opinions surrounding him...i do think i remember seeing ppl saying they thought he'd relapse in the next book? and i think that's crazy i simply cannot see that happening at all so maybe that...

Favorite relationship: jerejean :) honorable mention to kevjerejean but i believe too hard in acearo kevin for that one to win.

Favorite headcanon: he buys jean and him matching motorcycle helmet covers. but they're like. really stupid. matching fuzzy dog motorcycle helmet covers. and he refuses to backpack with jean unless they're both wearing them.

[spirking-and-sparkling]

48 for the ask game :)

Yess!! My favorite stuffy is my pastel fluffy bunny. She's all rainbow and looks sorta like tie dye :D

[revenyance]

What do you think is your most cringe interest

garten of banban. And steven universe

[krysmcscience]

I have some questions about karaoke night, Alex Hirsch. Very Important Questions. Which I will happily scream at a poor hapless baby triangle who can have no answers for me, and possibly also does not have object permanence yet.

Follow-up that is I guess suggestive, but let's be real here, Bill's a fucking triangle:

Dude slipped right into his birthday suit, lmao

this is so stupid :D

Anyway, I don't care what anyone says, this brilliant individual knows what's up - Bill is absolutely way more of a monsterfucker than Ford could or ever will be, full stop.

[ashwii]

more celestial Donnie mayhaps 👀

Well, who am I to deny such a humble request uwu🌙✨️

[stealingpotatoes]

What would Anakin life be like if Master Yoda sent Cal or Caleb instead of Ahsoka to be his padawan?

(commission info // tip jar!)

[cryptidmickle]

you are LITTERALLY so fucking creepy for shipping shadow vanilla. shadow milk shouldn't be shipped with ANYONE !!!! It's disgusting, and he's disgusting as a cookie and problematic. he's done so many horrible things yet you seem to think it's OKAY to ship him with ANYONE let ALONE pure vanilla??? the fuck is wrong with you. kill yourself

omg they got married guys!!!!!!

[daeyumi]

Mayhaps a Sleepy Alucard???

he fell asleep while reading

[catgrandpa]

Gotham has always been weird, so when the groundskeeper at the cemetery noticed the Wayne kid’s plot was disturbed, he just chalked it up to more of the same ol’. Alright, so ‘disturbed’ may be a tad too light of a word, but what’s an empty grave in the grand scheme of Gotham? God knows in a city like this one, they could use all the burial room they could get. He figured he’d just jot it down on the website and hope nobody noticed for a while.

Too bad he didn’t account for the 13 year old boy in Bristol who periodically checks the cemetery’s website when he’s feeling particularly lonely.

Plot Removed.

Tim Drake stared at the two words under the heading for Jason Todd’s plot number. Removed? What do they mean ‘removed’? They can’t just remove a plot? That’s a person down there! That’s Robin down there! You can’t Remove Robin!

Calm down. Deep breaths. Assess the situation.

Robin has been dead for 5 months and 14 days. There is no reason for a grave to be removed that early, especially one of a member of such an affluential family. Chances are likely it’s a simple clerical issue. He can call first thing in the morning and make them aware of the mistake. He can have it all fixed in 5 hours.

Just a phone call.

In 5 hours.

…

Tim hates talking on the phone almost as much as he hates waiting.

Well it won’t be the first time he’s snuck out to head to Gotham proper at 1am. It can’t even really be considered sneaking out if there’s no one home to catch you.

Buses stop running at 2, so he layers a couple sweaters under his coat and grabs his best running sneakers so he can comfortably make the trek back.

Just a quick trip to settle his nerves. Maybe get a few shots in if he spots Batman, but really he just wants to see with his own two eyes that things are okay and Jason can rest.

It’s 1:37 by the time he gets to the headstone reading ‘Here Lies Jason Todd’ and the gaping, muddy pit in front of it.

This- This doesn’t make any sense. This is not removal. This is destruction. Desecration. Somebody did this. Somebody-

Assess the situation.

A hole in the ground, approximately 1.5 feet in diameter.

Mud and grass flung outward but with little force.

Large chunks of earth turned over and shoved away.

No signs of tool marks or clean lines of entry into the dirt.

Dragging claw marks.

Staggering, shuffled pairs of foot prints in the mud.

A trail of dirt.

Something… Something large clawed its way out of the ground here. Something large and bipedal and- and humanoid.

Tim refuses to jump to any conclusions he can see all the facts laid in front of him. He’s going to cautiously follow the trail and simply hope to any god listening that he isn’t the world’s first line of defense against the zombie apocalypse.

He’s been walking for 23 minutes and there’s good news and undecided news. Good news: he’s closing in on the target and the trail isn’t taking him out of the way so his trip home won’t be prolonged. Undecided news: The potential Zombie Robin is heading directly for Wayne Manor.

As zombie apocalypse news, this is very bad. From Tim’s collected observational evidence, his not-so-professional opinion is that Batman, faced with a horror movie level zombie of his dead son, would not respond well, and would likely not fight back.

In Batman and Robin news? Tim’s unsure. If Jason is simply back? What could that mean for them? Batman can have his Robin. He wouldn’t have to continue nearly killing others and himself every night in his grief. Jason could-

No. Stop. Do not jump to conclusions.

Hope only brings heartbreak.

What would Batman do? Get close and see if the target is a threat.

Target is male. Mid-teens. Dark hair. Pale skin. Leaning against surfaces as he walks. Appears injured and disoriented.

Minimal risk assessed. Approaching and attempting contact.

Target identity confirmed: Jason Todd.

“J-Jason?” It comes out as a croaked whisper. Jason shows no sign of acknowledgment.

Tim clears his throat, steps right in front of his path, and tries again.

“Jason. Jason, stop I want to help you.” Still nothing.

“Please, Jason. I can help, I promise I can help!”

Why isn’t this working?! Why can’t he just do something right for once?! He wants this to work, he wants to help Bruce, he wants to fix Batman, he wants to not be alone, he wants-

“Robin!”

Robin jerks to a stop.

Tim reached out his hand.

“Robin. Robin please, I’m sorry you’re going through this, it’s really scary, I’m really scared. But I just want to help you. Help you find Batman. Help you get home.”

Jason just stares at him. Of course he does. Of course it’s not going to work. Why did he even bother hoping he could help?

Hope only brings heartbreak.

His sight blurs as his eyes fill with tears and he starts to lower his outstretched hand.

His arm is slowed as a cold hand weakly grasps his own.

“Don’t… scared… Bat… help… Dad… help.”

A relieved sob tears out from Tim’s chest and he gathers himself together. He yanks his extra sweater off and gently pulls it over Jason’s cold shoulders. Jason lets Tim drag his arm over his shoulders to try and carry some of his weight.

“Okay, Robin. Yeah. Your dad will help us.”

Batman will solve everything once Tim gets Robin home.

[spirit-doll]

Does gummy get embarrassed sometimes

yes. These all are reason.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 271

“Grandmother is visiting,” Damian suddenly said with no warning and with his usual not-quite demanding tone. 

“Who?” Tim wasn’t the only one to startle, seeing as Bruce had practically froze, a downturn to his lips in a silent show of confusion. 

Damian scowled. “Are you deaf Drake? Grandmother is coming to Gotham to, quote, make sure I am being properly cared for.” None of them had known that Ras was with anyone actually. At least Tim was pretty sure that would have been in the files. 

“Oh?” Dick didn’t quite crouch to Damian’s height but it was a near thing. “She-” “He,” Damian corrected, interrupting him. They all exchanged a glance before Dick continued. 

“Is he coming to the Manor or…” 

Damian scoffed again, a tiny bit of a flush against his face. “No, Grandmother will most likely be staying with Akhi-”

Now wait one moment-

“YOU HAVE ANOTHER BROTHER?!” 

[rinseveryday]

RIN FUCKING FRY AN EGG IN YOUR BARE FLAMING HAND PLEASE AND THANK YOU

epic dish idea but unfortunately it's not kuro approved

[pinkpunkdotpng]

ohhhh yeah bby

the property of may day 3- loop

[jordiemeow]

Very much thinking about your jerking off together fic and how they never kiss like i imagine there was a time they got so into it that they had their forheads pressed together and theyre breathing, hot, into each others mouths, their wet lips grazing near their cheek/mouth every so often but never touching, they dont even realise how close they are to each other but they probably never let it happen again

warnings: 18+, handjob, once again gay and repressed idiots

OHHH 110% no doubt about it

the eye contact is absolutely diabolical. feels like one of those intimate fucking scenes from movies they’ve watched together (+ played the scene on repeat to jerk off to. the no porn days were tough #diy). filthy, dirty, literally swallowing in the air the other is exhaling out as blue eyes meet green.

they’ve each got a hand wrapped around the other’s cock, pumping in sync, all lubricated with their shared spit. foreheads knocking and noses smushing together every time one of them bucks a little too eagerly into a warm, welcoming hand. it’s not weird, they reassure each other. (the blind leading the blind.)

“i’d think it was hot if two girls were fingering each other,” patrick offers (un)helpfully. surprisingly, though, the image does make it a little easier for art. mostly because he’s imagining all the stuff he could really do with patrick if he was a girl and not some dude hairier than his grandma’s old ratty dog back home.

maybe they’ve been trying to draw it out a little. one of them utters a “wait wait wait— i’m close—“ and they both slow their paces to prolong the pleasure, which is how they end up with their foreheads pressed together and panting like they’ve just ran suicides all afternoon.

occasionally, a mouth will brush fleetingly against the corner of the other’s. a little firmer against a cheek, lips wet with saliva and definitely enough to be felt. at one point, patrick’s tongue ends up dangerously close to licking a stripe against his cheek. just that little taste of salt has him wondering what it’d be like to actually taste him. like tongue shoved down his throat and trying to devour each other kind of tasting. not the silly way girls kiss.

the picture in his head sends him over the edge. “fuck, sorry, cumming—!”

and it’s not often that he’s the first to finish. art’s a little pleased with himself because he thinks it means he’s getting better at outlasting patrick, not because his best friend has been fantasising about making out with him while they’re stroking each other’s dicks. (not that he could blame him, mind you. he’s thinking the exact same thing.)

next time, they don’t acknowledge how close they came to pushing that little bit further. but it’s there in the way both of them are subconsciously leaning back a little more, staring at the space between each other’s eyes rather than the raw, passionate eye contact they’d shared just a few days ago.

also... they’d def know they were making out with each other during the hotel scene after this. they know what it feels like to have the other’s face pressed up so close, noses nudging against each other and hot, familiar breaths against their mouths. tashi kindly gives them the perfect excuse to finally cross that line.

[2ilvervictory]

And now all my old hylics comped together, yaaaay :]

[frownyalfred]

about your long term superbat post… don’t many couples divorce after they lose a kid… anyways what do you think happens when jason dies if clark and bruce are married

blocked and reported how DARE you