#Drake gardener

[castleseer]

Here is the Secret Santa gift I made for the Jane and the Dragon Discord Server gift exchange for @zodiacbiologist, where Rake and Pepper are celebrating their wedding with their friends!

[incorrectjane-andthedragon]

Jane: I decided to write my human friends little notes to tell them how much I love about and care about them. I hid them, so it will surprise them.

Smithy: *pulls an ash-covered stack of papers out of the forge* Huh?

Rake, finding papers coated in dirt behind a row of plants: What?

Gunther, finding paper in his armor: Who-?

Pepper, jumping backwards and yelping at the sudden burst of unusually strong flames as she starts the kitchen fire: Who put these papers here? Why are there so many?

Jester, finding neatly folded paper tucked inside one of his instruments: This is a surprise from Jane, isn't it?

[fallen-jpg]

i participated in @batbigbang as an artist and drew some art for @luxaofhesperides secret garden au fic with tim, damian, dick, (ghost) jason, and bruce!! this was the first time i ever did anything like this and it was fun!

ty to @luxaofhesperides for the amazing fic, it's so emotional and also made me want to punch bruce in the face.

you can read it here on ao3!!

[chikaras-garden]

tell me about Jason and Tim’s cocks and how they make us feelllllllll

Six of you asked for this.

TIM DRAKE 💦

I’d say his cock is perfectly average. Just enough length, just enough girth, a subtle curve that reaches up into your depths—a true Goldilocks, if you will. The true magic of Tim Drake’s cock, however, comes from the man himself.

Always watching, always listening, Tim is the most attentive of lovers. He’s obsessed with watching you come undone around him, so he takes in each of your little reactions in order to guide you to an orgasm that has you seeing stars. Whatever you like—believe me, he knows. He sees you. He’ll do anything you need, no questions asked, no explanations needed.

So he works his cock into you as if he was made to be inside you, pretty whines falling out of his lips as his head falls forward and nestles into your neck. He defaults to praise, telling you how good you feel, how much he loves your pussy—and he finds all the right spots, sets just the right pace, says all the right words to make you forget that any cock but his even exists.

JASON TODD 💦

Proportionally large compared to the rest of his body, which is, you know, large. You thought you knew what to expect when you first went to bed with him, but despite the fact that you expected big, you didn’t expect, well…him.

Despite his average length, he’s girthy as hell; because he knows it, because he’d rather die again than hurt you, he’ll spend hours prepping you. While he has you, he likes to take his time with you, maybe even make you whimper and beg a little. Tongue first, then one finger, then two, then three, all with the single-minded goal of slowly working you open enough to take him, to welcome him home. Home. Sex with Jason, is a place, an event, a feeling—something to which nothing else could ever compare.

And yet, no prep could make you ready for the delicious, warm, mind-numbing stretch that comes with his cock diving into your heat. He moves slowly—agonizingly slowly—and tries to distract and soothe you with kisses, but being spread open by him feels so sweet, so tender, as if your cunt is being remade to fit perfectly around him.

[incorrectbatfam]

Duke: You find this place as creepy as I do, right?

Tim: So it's some kind of weird cult they wear costumes and dance around a big thing. They seem nice enough.

Duke: Okay, you're in denial. That's fine.

[azrail-has-a-vendetta]

Dick: you’re scamming him?

Jason: I was thinking more like flat-out stealing from him.

Dick: What? No way.

Tim: Why not? We already stole Damian.

Damian: hey, guys.

Dick: No we didn’t. Damian is his own person. He can do whatever he wants.

Damian: I want to steal.

Dick: [Gasps]

has this been done yet?

[charlietheepicwriter7]

"Mr. Bubbles, Mr. Bubbles-"

A little boy's voice--the first little boy that Tim had discovered in the labyrinth city below Gotham--echoed through the cavernous halls. Tim crept over the rubble of a broken stalagmite that had fallen through the ceiling, destroying the white and gold decor and dripping water inside. The room up ahead was lit only from glowing green tubes of liquid that lined every wall of Amity, the ectoplasm that powered the entire city.

"Are you there? Are you there?"

He peeked out from behind a crumbled wall. On his own, the little boy was crouched over corpse, fresh enough that it's blood was still wet on the floor. The boy's giant needle, the go-to weapon of all the Little Sisters that Tim had seen so far, was jabbed into the corpse's stomach and, slowly, ectoplasm and blood filled the glass jar on the end.

"Bring me a lolli-"

There was no sign of a Big Daddy, but Tim knew there was one nearby. These children were never without their protectors after all.

"Bring me a toffee-"

And at this point, Tim had killed enough of them to know for certain that one was around.

His left arm, marked all over with the needle marks of constant Plasm and ecto-dejecto injections, tingled, like there were ants under his skin. Or more accurate, he mused grimly, electricity-

Don't Think About It.

"Teddy bear, teddy bear."

He kicked his bare feet excitedly as he finished harvesting ectoplasm. Screwing off the jar, the child lifted it up to his lips like a cup and drank the viscus liquid down in huge, chest-heaving gulps like his life depended on it. Unlike Little Sisters who wore gore-covered dresses, the Little Brother was dressed in a white medical gown, relatively clean considering his filthy surroundings. His arms and face were free from dirt or blood, and even his hair looked suspiciously washed and combed.

Tim tightened his grip on his gun.

The Little Brother sighed, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. Brushing off his skirt, he yanked the needle out of the corpse. Then, like he could sense him, the boy looked straight at Tim. He froze.

Blank eyes covered in a green flim stared at him... and the Little Brother smiled at him, his teeth stained brown from the muck. "Mr. Helper! There you are, I've been waiting soooo long! Big Sister thought you'd never catch up!"

[felacunti]

i am so excited to see drake go down. and its not just about bad music. its not just about machismo. its not just about misogynistic bars, though that is definitely a factor. this nigga drake represents an infection in hip hop and the last steps before its completely consumed the way rock, jazz, disco and so on were. he is rap as completely divested from the hands of the black experience, black culture and black people. and not because he's biracial, but because he does not care to engage in blackness. he wants to be validated in his presence in the field but does not want to be there to experience what its like.

he's a tentpole of the commodification of women's bodies, especially black women.

he's a tastemaker for misogyny.

he's a walking human rights violation and when he's done i'll fucking cheer.

[coffeedragonart]

Got back into Hollow Knight recently, so doodled some drakes inspired by that 🍄🐞

[jasontoddenthusiastt]

So, uh, Gotham by Gaslight, huh

Batman: Gotham by Gaslight (2018)

[thedevilundercover]

Writing is when you have to ditch an entire storyline because it won't work but you've already written and posted a thousand word one shot for it

Why the fuck didn't I just take up drawing? This shit sucks

[thebiggestwildcard]

🧀🧀~☆

Tim: The waiter at Olive Garden has been grating my cheese for 6 hours now, waiting for me to say when. Customers are screaming. Three people have died.

Tim: I will not yield.

[incorrectjane-andthedragon]

Rake: How can some people say that magic isn't real when plants grow out of the ground everywhere for free?

[gazagfmboost]

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[chikaras-garden]

IDK IF THIS FITS BUT PETAL HEAR ME OUT. EVIL TIM. I SAW ART OF HIM AS THE JOKER AND I AM UNABLE TO BE NORMAL (not that I ever was) but regardless of what Tim it is I need him to spit in my mouth an inhuman amount :/

This is fine and I’m so normal. Extremely normal.

tw dubcon, yandere if you squint? Sorry Cressie

You’re what broke him.

Well, not really, given that it was Joker—Batman’s Joker—who kidnapped Tim and made him into…

This.

Your Joker.

“Just sit still,” Tim murmurs as a cruel sort of courtesy, or maybe a fragment of who he once was is still there. After all, you’ve seen him do unspeakable things to other people, but those people aren’t you. You’re special. So special. That’s why he didn’t tie you up! That’s why you get food that looks like food instead of mystery-of-the-week!

That’s why you get this.

He leans his forehead against yours and exhales. If you close your eyes, you can pretend it’s the same Tim; miraculously, he still feels and smells the same. His heart still beats in the same rhythm. He still holds you like he knows every in and out of your body.

You want to love him still, but is he the same as he was?

“Open,” he says gently. “Do it for me, pretty girl.”

His thumb strokes your cheek just a little too hard, and you’re forced to open your mouth; he squeezes until your tongue lips out, then chuckles as you whimper and squirm.

“Shush,” he coos. “You want this. You’ll let me do anything I want to you, right?”

He makes it sound easy. Simple. He’s being so nice to you, so…safe.

You nod.

“Good girl,” he says before he kisses the tip of your nose. When he pulls away, a chuckle bubbles in his throat, then slips out as if he can’t control it. “Such a good girl. Hold still a little longer. Close your eyes.”

You obey, and then you feel it: a hot mess on your tongue that sends a violent shiver down your spine, all while Tim—your (ex?) boyfriend, your Joker—fills the room with his laughter.

[rewrittenwrongs]

Tim probably has so many random skills he learned as a kid because theres no one there to stop him and what else was he gonna do? Homework? No, he’s gonna find the old pool table and practice on it until he’s physically sick at the sight of it, he’s gonna watch YouTube tutorials and become an origami master and a makeup artist, he’s gonna memorise the rules of 5D chess and become a world renown player, he’s gonna learn to speak Klingon ‘cause why the fuck not, he’s gonna buy a cookbook and perfect every recipe in that bitch because half the time there isn’t anyone to stop him so why wouldn’t he?