What is up with the amount of people constantly repeating “Jason was the first son” and Dick was a sibling/ partner. Dick was taken in at 8 while Bruce was in his 20s. That’s not an equal that’s a child. Dick might not have seen him as a dad at first, from his POV the relationship might have been more dynamic but from Bruce’s POV that was always his son.
yes Bruce did the same things for Jason that he did with Dick, he took him out on a fishing trip, he made sure his home work was done, he parented him. What is the need to throw Dick and Bruce’s relationship under the bus to make room for Jason being the first son. It’s simply not true.
What fic are you most excited to write and/or share?
In Asymmetrical Warfare? Rendition. Part 1 of the stunning conclusion.
I’m not actively working on writing it right now because there’s just so much ground to cover between it and where things are now … 🥲
Here, have a sneak peak to tide us both over.
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All of his guns are empty and he’s out of ammo.
He’s burned through all of his throwing knives. He lost his kris and his karambit a few rooftops ago.
His grapple gun is gone too.
His helmet is cracked. Small shattered pieces trickle free whenever he makes a rapid movement. It’s raining, cold droplets trickling in and running steadily down his face. Jason hates the rain.
He’s got dozens of shallow lacerations that are bleeding steadily. The water runs red where it dips off of him. He can feel the stab wound in his thigh starting to bleed through the pressure bandage he hastily applied.
There’s a soft thud of boots touching down, just audible above the rush of falling rainwater.
Batman stands in the road in front of him.
Jason stares.
You never give up, Jason. You don’t know how.
No reason to start now, T, Jason thinks. He raises his fists.
A Sesame Street rendition of a VeggieTales song, "Sneeze If You Need To". It's up to Doctor Ernie to help Bert with his sneezing problem, and he does so through many attempts in song.
I think Tumblr is the perfect place to share these.
So at the time I had severe, MASSIVE art block and had no idea what to draw. Then I realised, hey, I have 1.8+ GB worth of animal media with 80% of that being silly cats. Why not redraw some of those silly images?
And thus this was born. Autism and... well that other one.
I plan to do more of these because genuinely they are so fun LMAO
mini paintings! proud of my newest edition <3 baby boy HAS to be on display in the dorm.
harder to paint tiny than i thought, it's fr a struggle bc i only have one tiny detail brush and sometimes that's still too bit. i need like, the point of a needle.
W'all coexist on this realm where, reality is often a beautiful rendition, meant to deceive just like a mirage and a dream turns out to be, quite a promising escape unlike, the doomed reality
There's hope within a dream. There's a tomorrow. A tomorrow that awaits us. It's rooting for us
And here he is at last, the King of Ruining Everyone's Day.
I decided to lean more on Malefor's Skylanders designs while throwing in a touch of Zeus too since I've been watching a lot of God of War gameplays lately. Also, my first go with the Shading Assist in Clip Studio Paint cuz I did not have the patience to shade all this by hand, especially after a week of finals.
While I'd normally be happy to share details on my Spyro renditions, Malefor's going to have to be an exception since that would mean going into spoiler territory for my Ecosystem fanfic.
Don't forget to hit me up on Ko-Fi for commissions!
don't think I didnt realize that part 6 of Harm Reduction with the Grey Ghosts showing up for Jason means our boy will be in grave danger and need help 😠😠😠
Our boy is good, but one can only stay ahead of the cops, gangs, Rogues, international assassin death cults, bats, etc., for so long…
But, hey, who knows? Maybe he just needs some friends to help him move. The Tahoe is very roomy.
😬🫢😶🌫️ Thanks for the ask, anon! Glad you’re enjoying Asymmetrical Warfare! 🩵
This artist rendition of my cat is a skirt is dedicated to Smokey, who passed away in the beginning of this year. It was really hard to move forward from that, and I cried myself to sleep multiple times, but I know she's in a better place, no longer in pain. Smokey crossed the Rainbow Bridge, and now visits me in my dreams. She was a family cat, everyone loved and cherished her. She will always have a place in my heart, gone but never forgotten. May she Rest In Peace. 🩶