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big bro lil bro

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I know this is terribly late, I offer no excuses (tucks Clair Obscur out of sight). Prompt voting will be open until 8th of June.

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Bearded daddy🔥 (inspired by Soy's Twitter)

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Hi sarria!! Idk if you would be interested in our event at all but I love your art so much and wanted to give you details anyway. I'm helping organize a reverse bang, pairing artists and writers together to create something fun together. It's jaydick themed, too!

https://jaydickreversebang.carrd.co/

thanks! I've submitted a signup :)

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Hi! Do you have any idea what happened to the dickjay server, sweethearts nest? I just opened discord after a long time to see it gone.

I'm not sure about the events behind the move (and I had to be caught up by someone else) but it seems a new server was created. I've dm'd you an invite link!

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I’m so interested in your Renegadeverse! I wanted to know what you think would happen if it took place in a Soulmate AU (matching body marks, first words spoken, first touch connection, etc.), with Dick and Jason being soulmates but neither knowing it until poor Jason has been kidnapped.

WARNINGS: Capture, torture (wound-fingering), non-consensual kissing with an underage victim

“Welcome back to the living,” said the calm, dark voice. “I did not expect Slade to do this.”

There was something familiar about that voice and those words. Shivering in the dark, Jason squinted.

His arms were splayed above his head and cuffed onto the rungs of a metal framework. Ice seeped through his cape into his skin, making him tremble, but the most unnerving thing wasn’t the restraints, or the fact he’d been knocked out and taken to some place unknown. It was the man who now had Jason in his power, standing some feet before him with half of his body hidden in the shadows.

Jason could see the domino mask; the body-fitting uniform, mostly black except for the orange on the right side, adorned with a silvery, glistening letter R.

He could feel those eyes drilling him behind the white lenses. The man was young, tall, and athletic, with long hair framing a face that was attractive in its model-like way, neither too masculine nor feminine, clean-shaven, young but sculpted like a fine piece of art depicting some perfect deity.

Jason’s breath caught when he realized who it was. Renegade hadn’t been around when he was ambushed by Defiance, but his reputation had struck fear in Jason’s heart long before his little blunder. The mercenary was ruthless, it’d been said. Get in his way and he’d kill you. He didn’t discriminate between his victims.

Hard to separate the myth from the man.

“What is it, Robin?” Renegade said with a cold, calculating lift of the corner of his lips. “Cat ate your tongue?”

“I—” Jason started, then ceased.

The plastic mouth of a water bottle was pressed against his lips; Jason nearly whimpered when he felt the cool, refreshing liquid hitting his tongue. He drank as if his life depended on it, and the hand holding it tilted, pouring that life liquid into his body to sustain him.

He drank half a bottle before his captor took it away.

“What do you—” Jason coughed, trying to stay composed but failing at it. He wheezed, “What do you want with me?”

With knitted brows, Renegade studied him.

“I was hoping you could help me with something.”

“W-what are you talking about?” Jason fumbled with the cuffs around his wrists. His gloves had been removed, so the restraints were locked on tightly. Without the tools stored in those hidden compartments of his gauntlets, there was nothing he could use to pry them open. “If you want Batman, you might as well give up.”

Renegade’s intense gaze on him hadn’t diminished.

There were pieces of silvery armor attached to his forearms, tucked beneath his leather gloves. Lifting one arm, Renegade untucked the fabric, and the flexible metal bent when he rolled up his sleeve. The mercenary showed Jason the skin on the inside of his wrist.

In a printed font, it said, Bruce, I’m sorry.

“You said this to me while you were unconscious,” Renegade said, “when Slade first brought you to me. Do you remember?”

Something drained the air out of Jason’s chest. He blanched, taking those words into his mind. A horrified feeling gnawed at his chest.

“No,” he whispered.

Jason’s heart stopped when Renegade slammed his raised hand onto the metal bars behind him. His fingers curled around a rung from the shelf, trapping his prisoner in a half-embrace.

“Lucky you for being a sleep talker… It saved your life. I wouldn’t have allowed a little fraud like you to wake up otherwise. You’d be a corpse by now.”

Renegade leaned in close and breathed against Jason’s cheek.

“You know the worst part about working under Bruce? The constant expectations. I’m sure it’s worse for you now, since the name doesn’t belong to you.”

Jason couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe. His world started to shake.

There was no way. He didn’t believe it. The world could end and he still wouldn’t have believed that this man, this horrible criminal and Deathstroke’s apprentice, was his soulmate.

Renegade leaned away, only slightly, and looked Jason in the eye. Domino mask only inches away from domino mask. He kept that position for a few seconds before he reached up and removed his mask.

Renegade did it slowly, loosening the adhesive before gently peeling it off. There were still pieces of black glue surrounding his eye sockets, which framed piercing, sky-blue irises under hooded eyelids. His brows were straight and beautifully shaped, like ridges for his eyes—an eagle’s eyes—cleaving Jason like talons.

Jason’s breath halted; that was the second impossible thing.

“Y-you…”

“Nice to meet you, little wing,” Dick Grayson said with a grin.

The first Robin. The one who’d disappeared after Starfire’s death, swearing to avenge his lost lover.

How hadn’t Jason seen through it all? That demeanor, confident but edged with darkness, wild though with a hint of elegance. It was he, the legend Jason had only seen through the lens of old files and training footage, whom Jason had looked up to and secretly fantasized about even before he’d been Robin.

Then, it struck Jason what had caused his initial sense of déjà vu.

Welcome back to the living.

He’d had those words printed on his own arm for as long as he remembered. The first words his soulmate would utter to him.

Jason had spent hours pondering what the words could mean. What person might open an encounter with something so ominous? And now he knew. Jason’s head throbbed, but more painful was the pit in his stomach opening and swallowing him. His heart sank.

“What… do you want?”

Soul marks meant nothing to someone who didn’t care. Some people lived their whole lives without ever finding their other half; most never had a mark to begin with. Jason had his, and it’d always been this gnawing, portentous thing he’d rather not have worn. Now, finally meeting the one bearing the other mark, he was everything Jason had feared for.

That they had matching soul marks might mean something for Dick… or it might not change anything at all.

Jason kept his eyes on his predecessor’s face, trying to gauge him. The man was unreadable, like an ocean—calm on the surface, but underneath he was an abyss, treacherous with riptides that could tear Jason to shreds in an instant. Even with a shred of goodness in Dick, Jason had no delusions it would be used on him.

Dick smiled.

“The first thought is something completely practical. Good. You might be a fraud and a poser, but I can recognize a diamond in the rough when I see one.” His smile fell. “Sadly… You won’t ever see freedom again.”

Threatening words with a horrifying realization. Visions of torment haunted him, and Jason shrank further into himself, trembling.

“What do you—”

His words were sealed when Dick pressed his lips against his.

The kiss was warm, encroaching, and forcible. Dick suckled him, bit him, and pried open his teeth when Jason refused to give in. He ravaged the inside of Jason’s mouth to claim every part of him, and it didn’t matter how much resistance his prisoner put up. It wouldn’t have mattered if this wasn’t what Jason wished; Renegade would take whatever he wanted, and there was nothing Jason could do.

A hand climbing up the side of Jason’s thigh, over his green tights. Jason tried to knee Dick in the groin; Dick’s lips separated from him for a moment, but Dick wouldn’t have it, pinching Jason’s jaw before trapping him in the kiss again. In a moment, Jason was completely pinned under him.

Quickly, Jason’s resistance faltered, and he gave into everything—the kiss, the hand stroking his leg, pulling it around Dick’s waist. Jason moaned into the kiss, even arched his torso; the magnetism between soul marks was beyond his will.

Gentle brushes of the knuckles, up his thigh, just over his hip joint, then downward again.

Just as Jason was about to lose himself in it, he felt a sharp pain slicing into the flesh of his thigh.

He cried, but Dick wouldn’t allow him to pull away.

Sometime during their kiss, Dick had cleaved his knife into Jason’s thigh. He suckled and bruised his lips while removing the blade and sinking a gloved finger into that wound, digging around. Jason whimpered through Dick’s lips while his tears trailed downward. His thigh was bleeding from the wound, and it hurt—every twisting and worming of the finger seared his exposed nerves.

But Dick was looking for something, and after a moment, he found it.

The size of a dime and chrome in shade, the tracker Bruce had planted in Jason beeped.

Dick threw the bloody device away, and it slid to a halt on the uneven-tiled floor, spilling droplets of dark blood.

Dick stopped the kiss and ran the flat of his tongue all over Jason’s cheek, lapping up the salt.

Jason was incoherent. Sobbing, feeling ashamed and disgusted with himself. And yet he couldn’t stop—the pain was just too overwhelming.

In an unexpected gesture of comfort, his captor wiped away his tears with his glove, streaking Jason’s own blood over his cheek.

“Now that they can’t find you,” he said gently, “I’ll have all the time in the world to study you. See what makes you special.”

It wasn’t a question nor an entreaty.

It was a simple statement, and it sealed Jason’s fate.

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Wolf puppy howl

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His uniform has a bald patch for this exact purpose.🪺

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hey! your piece for ojtw day 1 is sooo pretty. asking for a lil friend (me, its me) if you have any rules about others writing a fic based on your art? if you're not fine with it, its completely chill! 🩷🩷 just letting you know i think its super pretty and your jay is suuuper pretty!

Hi! Thank you so much!💖 Yes, I actually have a blanket permission on my AO3 profile page!

https://archiveofourown.org/users/sarriathmg/profile

The gist is, you're always welcome to make remixes/recursive works of my works for fannish purposes! You don't have to ask beforehand and while letting me know when you post it (or use the "inspired by" feature on AO3) is greatly appreciated, you don't have to do that either.

I have pet peeves about top Jason and bottom Dick and don't want my works associated with them. But other than that, as long as you're making a new thing (not straight up copy + pasting etc.), they're free game baby!

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Just wanted to let you know your fem!Jason art isn’t showing up in the latest tag search for jaydick, dickjay, or Jason Todd for some reason. I needed to specifically visit your blog to see it. Very odd Tumblr…

I wonder if that's because it has the cw tag. Tumblr to be weird sometimes, but it's fine.

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OJTW Day 6 - Feral Alphas Can Only Be Tamed By Omegas

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"If you keep running that mouth, baby chick, I'm going to have to keep you..."

Renegade Dick and Fem!Jaybin 🫣

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God I love your account, I’m so glad I found you ❤️❤️

thank you so much!💖

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OJTW Day 4: The Nape Of The Nexk Is Sexualised

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The fem!jason ask is honestly so attractive to me? What if it starts out as the first plot, enemies to lovers romance with Dick teasing/saving her, but something happens, like An Incident, and it becomes the other idea with Dick obsessing over Jason and it becomes even sexier

The way I see it, in order for option B to happen, Dick has to have aggregated his obsession for a long time, either from the shadows (stalking and keeping tabs on fem!Jaybin) or on the field, or both.

While I've toyed with the idea that dark!Dick keeps Jaybin prisoner due to a distrust in Bruce, in this case, I like it better that it's not out of "pure neccessity to keep her safe" and more out of his fascination with her alone. In other words, he keeps her as a prisoner just because he can.

Now, how does Slade play into this? Does is happen like in the main fic where Slade gives Jay to Dick as a gift, or Dick is acting on his own? Maybe Jay was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and Slade needs to kill her to keep her silent, or human traffick her to someplace remote where she's unlikely to come back and cause trouble, but then Dick steps in and proposes "I'll keep her locked up instead?"

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Tail grooming!🐰🐺

(Happy belated Easter?)