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Just look at him 🥺

jason reading

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Tim, finally able to go sleep after solving a rough case: Alright, line up.

Cassie, Bart and Kon: *all line up and stand at attention*

Tim: When I say don’t add to the population, I mean…?

Cassie, Bart and Kon in unison: Do not get pregnant, get someone else pregnant, clone someone, give a robot or Artificial Intelligence a consciousness or mess with the time stream and accidently increase fertility rates again.

Tim, nodding in approval: And when I say don’t remove from the population…?

Cassie, Bart and Kon: Don’t kill anyone or thing that has a soul or consciousness directly or inadvertently unless through the legal system or if it’s a genuine accident, in which it is not our fault.

Tim, rubbing his eyes tiredly and yawning: If you’re going to leave the planet or time period?

Cassie, Bart and Kon: Tell you or a trusted adult.

Tim: and who is a trusted adult?

Cassie, Bart and Kon: WonderWoman, Superman, Oracle, and Batman between 1 am to 11 pm only.

Tim: good job, gold stars all round.

Cassie, Bart and Kon: YES!

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Sorry Malfoy you only get one hair style forever

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At long last!

My first Dramione story is now posted 🥺✨

Summary:

“Did you just finish that?” Hermione demanded, practically lunging over the table to inspect the nearly empty cup. “Oh, God. You did!”

“And? Are you going to have a go at my manners now?”

“You oaf, that was the spiked tea,” Hermione snapped and Malfoy’s eyes bulged in horror.

“No! Bloody hell, no!” He shot to his feet, a hand running through his hair. “I need to leave— now!”

“You can’t leave, don’t be ridiculous,” Hermione chided. “You just had a dose of babbling potion and you’re working undercover! That’s a recipe for disaster!” The utter imbecile! Her day had already been long enough without this.

“No, this is the disaster!” he shot back, pacing now, his voice rising. “You witnessing me babble is the disaster!

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Or Auror Draco works undercover on a case and ropes Hermione into helping him with a plan that involves slipping a babbling potion into someone's tea. The only problem? He accidentally drinks the spiked tea himself and ends up revealing more to Hermione than he ever intended.

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Gah I love this!

Giant Jay my beloved 💓 And shrimp Tim for scale 😅

Take public transportation, they said. It will be fun they said.

I actually went away from my assigned colours and gäbe Tim a new oufit. Mainly cause I feel like he loves baggy clothes.

My working title for this was "Tiny Tim"

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... and that's why I stick to fanfics and fanarts these days.

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Jason: Man, it would’ve been so cool if I was a ghost before getting resurrected.

Bruce:

Dick:

Tim: Oddly, I kind of want to hear you elaborate on that.

Jason: First thing I’d do? Haunt the absolute fuck out of B. Drive him so insane, he’d actually kill the Joker.

Tim: I wouldn’t allow it.

Jason: Oh, you would, because I’d make you lose your mind until you caved.

Tim: Impossible.

Jason: Think about it: every time you closed your eyes—there I am. Costume still on, beaten-to-death, bleeding, bones sticking out everywhere, face so swolen and deformed you'd shit your pants.

Every time you'd glance behind you I'd be standing there. Every mirror, you'd look in, there is the broken Robin staring at you. Every gargoyle you pass, every time you wore the costume, every time you turn on your comms, you’d hear my voice going, “avenge me” or “you’re next.”

Dick: Dude…

Jason: Oh, I’m not done. I’d rearrange all the keys on your keyboard so they spell “Jason” in the center. I’d mess with your playlists, so every song glitches at least once into a sound of me screaming. I’d move your skateboard just enough to trip you up. I’d open random books to pages that say “avenge” or “revenge” and leave them all around the manor.

Tim: That is… worryingly detailed.

Jason: I'd change all your passwords to 'letJokerdie' and 'avengeJason123'. I'd change the batcomputet background to my photo as Robin. I'd add #justiceforJason to every social post you ever made.

Dick: Dude, you’ve really thought about this.

Jason: *shrugging* I’ve kept notes. You know, just in case.

Bruce: *eye twitching* You’re never dying again.

Jason: *flipping the table* How do you know, bitch? Joker’s still alive!

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My boy 😍❤️

Jason Todd You Smoke Too Tough. Your Swag Too Different. Your Thighs Are Too Thick. They’ll Kill You Again

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Shit. This hit so hard. So spot on 💔

Tony, the futurist

Buckle in folks, I've had some thoughts and I'm about to make it ✨everyone's✨ problem.

Been thinking about Tony Stark, the futurist who saw the end of the world.

Tony, who in IM1 escapes kidnapping and torture and says, "I shouldn't be alive. Unless if was for a reason."

who, in The Avengers, has this exchange with Bruce Banner:

Tony: You know, I've got a cluster of shrapnel, trying every second to crawl its way into my heart. This stops it. This little circle of light. It's part of me now, not just armor. It's a… terrible privilege. Bruce: But you can control it. Tony: Because I learned how. Bruce: It's different. Tony: Hey, I've read all about your accident. That much gamma exposure should've killed you. Bruce: So you're saying that the Hulk… the other guy… saved my life? That's nice. It's a nice sentiment. Saved it for what? Tony: I guess we'll find out. Bruce: You might not like that. Tony: You just might.

Right after this, Cap tells Tony, "You're not the guy to make the sacrifice play, to lay down on a wire and let the other guy crawl over you."

And then Tony flies a nuke into a wormhole, tries to call his girlfriend because he thinks these are his last moments, did not go in there expecting to survive.

Although he survives, he witnesses an alien army so terrifying, so unbeatable, it gives him crippling PTSD nightmares and panic attacks, knowing they are not prepared to defend the earth.

I'm thinking about Tony who, in AOU, gets manipulated by Wanda into witnessing his worst nightmare.

Which, by the way, involves losing all of his newfound friends.

Later, he has this exchange with Nick Fury:

Tony: And I'm the man who killed the Avengers. I saw it. I didn't tell the team, how could I? I saw them all dead, Nick. I felt it. The whole world, too. It's because of me. I wasn't ready. I didn't do all I could. Fury: The Maximoff girl, she's working you, Stark. Playing on your fear. Tony: I wasn't tricked, I was shown. It wasn't a nightmare, it was my legacy. The end of the path I started us on. Fury: You've come up with some pretty impressive inventions, Tony. War isn't one of them. Tony: I watched my friends die. You'd think that'd be as bad as it gets, right? Nope. Wasn't the worst part. Fury: The worst part is that you didn't.

Tony's worst fear is to survive in a world he's failed to save. He has to "do all [he] could" or else the future he's terrified of will happen and it will be his fault.

(Not to put too fine a point on it, but there's a reason why Tony and Peter are so compatible as mentor and mentee.)

Tony's seen what's coming, and he's willing to do whatever it takes.

Here's the thing, though:

Tony doesn't actually want to die.

In AOU, when they're arguing about why he created Ultron, Tony says this to Cap:

"Isn't that the mission? Isn't that the 'why we fight'? So we get to go home?"

He tells Bruce that the reason they should create Ultron is to have "peace in our time."

He tells Pepper that his constant tinkering, his inability to ever, ever rest is because he needs to keep her safe from the oncoming threat.

Tony has a life he wants to protect, people he wants to keep safe. And, unlike the other Avengers, he knows exactly how impossible this will be to achieve.

Tony is the only Avenger who understands how severely outmatched they are. Maybe Thor understands the threat, but he has no ability to imagine losing.

Tony tries to get them to understand:

Tony: Recall that? A hostile alien army came charging through a hole in space. We're standing three hundred feet below it. We're the Avengers. We can bust arms dealers all the live long day, but, that up there? That's… that's the end game. How were you guys planning on beating that? Steve: Together. Tony: We'll lose. Steve: Then we'll do that together, too.

Well, they do lose. And they don't do it together.

And it turns out Tony was right about everything.

He was right that he would survive to face his world that he'd failed to save.

He was right that the Avengers would not be enough.

He was right that Bruce's powers would be worthwhile someday.

And, apparently,

some people think he was right that he was only alive for this reason.

Because, obviously, the only "reason" for someone like Tony Stark to be alive is to eventually sacrifice himself, right?

A character so traumatized can only find peace in death.

Right?

No.

Stop that.

Tony Stark may have been willing to risk his life for his family, but that doesn't mean he wanted that to be his end.

Remember when this happened?

Bruce: Saved it for what? Tony: I guess we'll find out. Bruce: You might not like that. Tony: You just might.

Bruce gets to live long enough to like his ending.

Remember when this happened?

All Tony ever wanted to do was make the world a better place.

And, what about this?

You're telling me that Yinsen didn't value family above all else?

That he thought Tony should die and leave them behind?

No.

Tony Stark is a futurist.

He is the Cassandra of the MCU. He warns the others constantly of the oncoming threat that only he, apparently, can see. (Even Thanos calls him "cursed with knowledge.")

No one believes him. Alone, he tries to prepare for the threat that he has witnessed. He sits with his nightmares and tries to find a way around them, constantly.

He builds a life worth living, finds people worth protecting, just like Yinsen told him to.

To protect the future, he does all he possibly can.

Tony deserved to be part of the future too.

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bat-shenanigans

they’re the hero’s gothem deserves…?? maybe??

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I love this so much 😍

I WANNA HEAR ABOUT THE COMIC >:))))))

I did warn you…

Okay so idk if a lot of people know this, but Damian was originally given up for adoption right after he was born before his story was reconned.

So in this comic, Damian is 9 years old and in the foster system in Gotham, unknowing who his parents are. He’s never stays long in a home because he’s very aggressive. He’s smart though, so he orders a DNA testing kit to hopefully find a relative to take him. Imagine his shock when he finds out his father is Bruce Wayne.

So this 9 year old walks into WE by himself, toddles up to the secretary, and asks to see Bruce Wayne. The secretary is like “haha okay, let me help you find your parents.” And Damian is like “you can. My dad is Bruce Wayne.”

And then Tim shows up!! And he’s like, “who’s your dad?”

And Damian is suddenly really nervous and shyly passes Tim the DNA test results. Tim looks them over, and Damian thinks he’s going to get turned away. But then Tim smiles at him and asks him if he has time for a drink.

Damian basically explains his life story over a cup of hot chocolate to Tim. Tim listens and tells him that he’ll make sure Bruce sees it and gives him his number if he has any questions (Damian doesn’t have a phone). Damian gets up to throw out his cup but Tim is like “oh I can throw that out for you. Talk to you soon!”

Cut to the BatCave where Bruce is staring at the DNA test results. Showing him and Talia as the parents. Tim stands behind him. “I doubled and tripled checked.” He says. “Not to mention he’s the spitting image of you.” He mumbles under his breath, knowing that Bruce isn’t in the mood for jokes right now. Alfred places some Tylenol beside Bruce using his butler powers to sense his on coming headache.

“And you said he walked into the lobby by self?” Bruce asked.

“Yeah, he said he took the bus.”

“Oh dear,” Alfred comments, “that is certainly not safe for a boy his age in Gotham. I wonder if his social worker knows about that…”

So the next morning, Damian finds that he’s out of custody from his foster parents. And he’s like “but I didn’t do anything this time!” And his social workers like “no, they’re getting charged with child endangerment. We already have a place lined up for you.”

Lo and behold, his new foster home is Wayne Manor. And he meets Bruce for the first time and he’s really nervous. And Bruce has to turn away because he almost starts crying. And Damian asks Alfred if he did something wrong and Alfred’s like “no, he’s just very happy to see you.”

And that’s basically it. But I also have this idea of how he discovers his Dad is Batman.

He comes downstairs in the early morning for a snack before going back to sleep to find Red Hood raiding their fridge. He runs to Bruce and he’s freaking because fucking RED HOOD broke into their house.

And Bruce groans and is mildly annoyed about and Damian is like “???? Does this happen often????” Bruce brings him downstairs and Red Hood is still there, but making a grilled cheese with his helmet off.

“Jay, how many times do we need to tell you know masks in the house?”

“I dunno. How many fucking children are you going to adopt?” He gestures to Damian hiding behind Bruce.

“He doesn’t know yet, Jay. I was going to wait until he was more comfortable.”

Jason is a little sheepish because he did give the kid a bit of a fright, so he turns around to apologize and introduce himself. And instantly is like “holy shit, that’s a bio kid.”

“Language, Jay…”

“Don’t language me, where the fuck did he come from???”

“What is happening??!!” Damian finally yells.

And then Bruce shows him the BatCave.

I did warn you I’d talk your ear off. I came up with this circa. 2018 - 2019 but I feel like I finally have the skill to draw it. And I honestly fell in love with it again, so I might lol.

Edit: I did it

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Look at my boy 🤩

Some more Jason Todd!! I’m trying to practice more full body drawings :)

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Guys... I updated my Christmas fic and it's the end of January 😂 but yeah, it is what it is. If anyone here follows that story click the link 😊

Excerpt just for fun 👇

“It’s Christmas Eve, Daddy,” Morgan said with a serious nod. “Sometimes you need to dress nice for the holidays. We dressed up with Mommy the other night, so now we wanted to dress up with you, too!”

Dad chuckled, his lip twitching to the side in that way it always did and always meant something different. “I think I’d rather stick to comfy clothes, Morgie. You know, pajama vibes?”

“Yo!” Harley’s voice rang out as he stomped into the living room, fully suited up with a red tie hanging crookedly off his collar. “If I have to wear this, so do you.”

Dad snorted, holding back a laugh pressing a fist to his mouth trying to keep a somewhat straight face. “What is this? A board meeting?”

“Shut up,” Harley grumbled, crossing his arms, his posture as dramatic as ever. “She made me wear it, okay? And now we’re making you. So go!”

“Ok, first, Harl, there’s this ancient, time-honored tradition where kids speak to the guys holding the keys to the WIFI -– also known as parents — with a little thing called ‘respect.’ Look it up sometime. Second, if you’re trying to intimidate me, you might wanna at least straighten that tie first. Can’t take orders from a kid who ties a tie like he’s lassoing a calf."

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Dick's puppy dog eyes are extremely powerful

Commission Info / Kofi (members get comics a week early)

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Day 4- Accidental Crime

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Feel free to reblog so that more people can vote ❤️✨

Little context: Thistle & Thorn is Hermione's magical tea-shop's name. Lemon trees hold some symbolism within the fic, while 'babbling potion' is the prompt used for this story.

Unofficial summary: Auror Draco works undercover and seeks Hermione's help for a case. While briefing her he accidentally ingests a tea spiked with a babbling potion (brewed to spike his suspect's drink). Truths are revealed and things escalate.

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The bronze bell above the door jingled, breaking her rhythm. Hermione straightened instinctively, the song dying in her throat. She looked up to see Malfoy stepping inside, the door shutting behind him. He stood there for a moment, taking her in with an incredulous look.

“Are you seriously washing dishes by hand?”

She bit back a groan, her shoulders stiffening all over again. Of course, that was the first thing out of his mouth. Instead of rising to it, she reached for her mug and took a long sip of her black tea. She’d need every ounce of it to get through the evening.

Out of the corner of her eye, she watched him saunter further inside, still clad in that blasted leather jacket, now glistening with raindrops that gleamed under the candlelight.

“You do know there’s a spell for that, right?”

Hermione slammed the mug down and continued her washing, shooting him a dry look. “You do know there’s a spell for not getting wet in the rain, right?”

His lips twitched into a half-smile. “I like feeling the rain,” he said with a shrug, raising a hand to comb the damp, blond strands back from his forehead.

One rebellious strand sprang back immediately, curling across his left eyebrow. She hated how her gaze tracked the movement, catching on the faint sheen of water clinging to his hair, his jawline, his collarbone peeking out from the open zip of that stupid jacket. Stupid leather jackets, she thought, her scowl deepening. And stupid wet hair and stupid way he kept combing it like that.

And what kind of person liked feeling the rain? That was her thing. He had no business liking something she liked. Her scowl hardened as she tore her gaze away from him and returned to scrubbing the teapot with far more vigor than necessary. This is going to be a very, very long night.

“And I like cleaning my teapots on my own,” she retorted dryly.“These are Yunling Porcelain, crafted from Lunar Clay, fired with dragonflame, and painted with phoenix feather brushes. They resonate with magic, self-repair under moonlight, and enhance the properties of tea brewed in them.” She paused, leveling him with a withering look. “And no, you can’t clean them magically without dulling the enchantments. Satisfied?”

“Fascinated, even,” Malfoy sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. “Leave it to you to kit out a tea shop with china that not only refuses to clean itself, but actually requires manual labour.”

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him, her grip tightening on the teapot in her hands. “Not all of us are entitled pricks who’ve gone through life without lifting a single finger to work, Malfoy.”

He arched a pale brow and started a leisurely stroll across the room. “Entitled? Prick? Granger, you wound me,” he drawled, coming to a stop near the bar. He crossed his arms and leaned against the counter, his gaze steady on her. “But, if you must know, I’ve moved plenty of fingers." His lips twitched. "Just not, you know, for scrubbing teapots.”

Hermione froze mid-scrub, the words hanging in the air and her mind betraying her almost immediately. Heat crept up her neck as her thoughts took a detour she absolutely did not approve of—she refused to go there, of all places, where Malfoy’s fingers were concerned. Turning her focus back to the pot in her hands, she stared at its intricate bejeweled design, willing herself to concentrate on the delicate constellations and phases of the moon depicted in glimmering detail.

“What’s the matter? Lost for words?” he asked, his voice laced with mock sweetness and Hermione ground her teeth and scrubbed harder.

"We all have our strengths, Granger. Yours, apparently, is martyrdom. Mine," he added, pausing to reach over the bar and take one of the drying teapots from the rack and examining it, "is looking devilishly handsome while avoiding unnecessary labor."

Hermione snatched the pot from his hand with a roll of her eyes. “Yes, truly inspiring. Perhaps you’ll be the first to receive an Order of Merlin for vanity and sloth. A trailblazer, really.”