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Do y'all remember that time Jason was dressed as Nightwing and was offing people.

Could you imagine being a goon and seeing Nightwing, and feeling good about it but unbeknownst to you it's actually Jason Todd wearing the Nightwing suit.

Your just like: “Boss, Its Nightwing, he's not making jokes boss!! He just fu*king shooting people.”

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this was the closest i could get to getting jason for my birthday 😔

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update on jason… he was in fact not in a box for my birthday 😔😔 it’s my golden bday too this was the one that deserves it most 😔 pls jason pull through

the birthday cake is slapping tho i fear

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my birthday is november 19th & i swear to god if jason todd isn’t in a comically oversized box and when i open it he’s in nothing but a red bow? everyone’s getting blown up… i shall update on this

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If anyone's free I'm ready to be loved unconditionally now

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Found sastiel art in pinterest, enjoy!

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salivating and clawing at the mattress

I LOVE U GOTHAM KNIGHTS JASON TODD

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did you guys hear there’s a jason todd lookalike competition happening? yeah, its in my bedroom.

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More art of my self insert Bianca x Jason Todd art because you cannot pry Jianca from me… they’re my world (I swear I don’t love myself this much I just love Jason & my self insert)

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pls i’m so tired of being the clingy one in all my interactions

Be clingy with me. Always talk to me. Annoy me. Send me selfies. Tell me about your day. Come to me when you overthink. I really love those things.

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About Me! 🥀🌃💗

Name: You can just call me Bianca, B or Beebs 💗 (Alias for funsies)

Pronouns: She/her/hers

Birthday: November 19th, 2005 (Currently 19)

Ethnicity: I am a full-blooded Italian 🇮🇹☺️ Which I think is pretty cool.

Favorite Food: Chicken Alfredo

Favorite Book: Twisted Games by Ana Huang

Favorite Movie: Holes or Batman Under The Redhood

My music taste: Hozier, Sleep Token, The Weeknd

Favorite Show: Supernatural or Gravity Falls

Favorite Color: Pink, specifically baby pink

Favorite Holiday: Christmas !!

Pets: I have two cats, Emerald and Opal named over gem stones. Emerald is all black and Opal is a short-haired domestic tortoise shell.

Tattoos or Piercings?: I have three tattoos and my ears pierced

Favorite Song: Life Of The Party- The Weeknd

Dream(s): My dream is to be an actress or an author

Favorite fictional character: Jason Todd, I love him more than anything on the face of this planet

What you’ll find on my account: OC Art & writing pieces, Jason Todd imagines, random thoughts about Jason Todd. It’s all Jason Todd.

Photos of me and my cats:

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My DC comics self insert OC Bianca freaking out her boyfriend Jason with all her acro/dance tricks she randomly does in the living room

Pt 1 and 2

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WHERE DID YOU EVEN FIND THIS?!

So I binged the entirety of How To Build a Sex Room last night and this one scene just cracked me up

The designer's at a western leather/tack store looking for supplies to make a rustic-style sex swing and turns to one of the store employees for advice, which initially goes about as amusingly as you would expect

So then she pulls up some pictures to give him an idea of what she needs

And he's Immediately like

The professional disgust, I'm living

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guys… Christmas Gala with Jason Todd 🎄🌃

Just imagine going to The Gotham Annual Christmas Benefit Ball on Jason’s arm? Hosted by Bruce Wayne, of course. The two of you stepping out of the sleek black Tahoe Bruce had sent to your shared apartment to make sure Jason brought his ass over for at least one gala this before it was over.

The sight of the two of you walking into the warmth of the Gotham City Hall ballroom captured in a time capsule by the paparazzi as they snapped hundreds of photos of the attractive couple. Knowing you’d end up in tabloids along with all the other clippings about Bruce Wayne and his elegant parties that some could only dream of. Snow falling into both of your hair peppering it as the streets were painted with a fresh fall of it for the approaching Christmas morning.

Jason for once cleaning up to the nines, a tux and his white-swirled raven hair gelled back as he held you close to him, using the warmth of his body to keep you toasty. A red backless dress with a bow on the base beautiful against your smooth skin. Hugging your body on all the ways it needed to, Jason unable to keep his hands off you, claiming it was because he just liked the shiny bow but you knew the second you got home he was taking that dress off and unwrapping you like his early Christmas present to ravish you.

The scent of pine from the fresh Christmas trees all over the venue, trays of cookies from the finest bakeries in Gotham, only the best for Bruce Waynes guest. The warmth of the white glow of fairy-strung Christmas and snowflake lights all over. The hum of Michael Bublé could be heard as Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) mixed in with the chatter of people and the clanking of wine glasses. Laughter and conversations filling the atmosphere, your annual Christmas Eve tradition, even if Jason pretended he hated it every single year. But, watching you surrounded by Christmas decorations, the glow of lights and tree-toppers on your gorgeous face? Made you look like the damn prettiest thing alive and he couldn’t pass that up. A angel amongst sinners.

Bonus if you can convince him to at least dance with you for one song, holding your soft body up against his hard muscled one, hands sliding up and down your sides, exposed back via your dress and of course just so happening to grab your ass at some points which you’d slap his arm playfully in reaction. Even though you both knew you loved it, his attention to you. His adoration. His worship. You both could’ve stayed home in your pajamas, cuddled up on the couch watching National Lampoons Christmas Vacation with whip-cream topped cocoa and he’d still think it was perfect. As long as you were there. As long as he had you.

He never really cared for holidays from his childhood until you stumbled along into his life unexpectedly, but now there was you. And he did everything he could to make them perfect for his girl. His girl. His perfect girl.

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my pookie snookums always supports me as a starving artist guys 😔💗

guys i fear i love drawing my DC comics self insert oc bianca with her man jason sm 🥲 i need to be stopped

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guys i fear i love drawing my DC comics self insert oc bianca with her man jason sm 🥲 i need to be stopped

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imagine taking a pottery class with jason 😏😏

Like him sitting behind you in some sweet-scented candle-lit pottery studio tucked away in Gotham, his large calloused hands from years of loading guns, cuts and bruises from breaking noses and the unforgiving Gotham city asphalt he’s gotten road-rash from a million times, just atop yours. Soft, feminine hands, half the size of his as the two of you sit in a comfortable silence upon your little stools that were reserved for you two when you somehow convinced him to take a class that had no more than a few other couples. Listening to the instructor best you can as his chest presses up against your back, his heartbeat thumping steadily against you, your pretty eyes watching demonstrations with flushed cheeks as his hulking body nearly covers yours as he guides your hands with surprising ease, a dance that felt similar for different reasons, the two of you creating a pot for the cactus you just bought for your shared apartment. His hands moving smoothly, bringing yours where they needed to go and making a piece together. His lips brushing against your ear as he whispered questions as he wasn’t totally paying attention to what the demonstration was. Sitting between his muscular thighs that were the size of your head. His strong arms around you, hands atop hands. Working in an almost sensual rhythm as you create art. Together.

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I WANT TO TAKE A POTTERY CLASS WITH JASON RAAGGAAGGGGGGG