#Jason Flowers

[mikyapixie]

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles x Naruto Variant Covers

P3

[crisisofinfinitemultiverses]

The Terminator 1 (2024) variant by Jason Flowers

[artphotographyofmen]

Black Panther by Jason Flowers

[prlssprfctn]

Alfred, who tries to punish little Jason for something he messed up with by using the same methods he used on Dick — aka. ground him, make him wash dishes and clean the house, or just watching some old reality shows with him — expect... it never works. Jason is actually fucking excited about all of these things.

Alfred: To my attention was brought a fact that you smoked with Commissioner Gordon again. Jason, stuttering: I mean- I- Alfred: Thus, you are punished. I expect all dishes to be cleaned by the time I return home. Jason, confused: Really? Alfred: Yes. Jason, beaming, because cleaning makes him feel better and helps to distract himself: Cool! Thanks, Alfie. Alfred: Excuse me?

Cut to Alfred, who stares in shock as he finds Jason actually enthusiastically washing dishes, while singing along with Whitney Houston.

Alfred: For this punishment, you will... be grounded. Jason: Oh, thank god, guys from school invited me to the cinema, but I didn't want to go, anyway. Alfred: ...And clean up the whole cave. Jason: I actually did this morning! But I can do another round of quick cleaning session if you want, Alfie. Alfred: ...And then you will watch another soap opera with me, lad. Jason, squealing: Cool!

Bruce, staring amusedly on Alfred and Jason, who sew Batman's and Robin's suits, while discussing the new episode of their favourite show: Al, I don't think that's a punishment for a kid... Alfred, frowning: Of course not. I am just spending time with my grandson. Bruce: Mhm-m. What about the punishment for your favourite broken vase? Alfred, who promised to punish anyone who did it this morning, because he thought it was Bruce, and not Jason, who accidentally knocked it off with the tip of his cape: ... Alfred: What vase? Jason: *beaming*

Alfred, solemnly: My boy. I am afraid, this time you truly need to serve your punishment in the order to understand your mistake. Alfred: No Jane Austen adaptations marathon for this Sunday. Jason, in horror: Alfred, no. Please. Alfred: Even more, you are obligated to go out on Sunday, and stay away from doing any additional homework. Jason: NO-O. Dick, who came for holidays, witnessing this for the first time: ... Dick: I think this kid is broken or something.

[jaydick-week]

Jaydick Flower Zine: Interest Check! 🌺

We promised a little treat, and here it is!

The Jaydick Flower Zine is an upcoming fanzine that celebrates the relationship between Dick Grayson and Jason Todd—with a floral twist! This zine will feature a combination of artworks and fics arranged into sections, with each section corresponding to a particular flower and its meaning. The end goal is to create a book that is as beautiful and unique as all the interpretations of Dick and Jason’s relationship. 

Interested in participating? Want to get on our mailing list? Do you just want to scream at us? You can do all these things and more in our interest check.

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[nelkcats]

The correct meaning

Danny didn't know that the first thing he would do when he retired from being a hero would be to open a flower shop, but he found that flowers brought him peace. Maybe it had something to do with commemorating the dead, or with his lack of a headstone, but flowers were soothing.

Ghosts never messed with them, they were almost sacred in the Infinite Realms, and with the help of his friends he researched the meaning of all of them. Besides carrying a small dictionary because he didn't have a photographic memory.

Unfortunately, he couldn't open his flower shop in Amity, his parents made the whole thing very awkward and he didn't know if he would be able to make a bouquet that would go to that cemetery, a cemetery where he didn't belong.

So he opened his store in Gotham, where his sister was staying. He bought a small place and went about tending to his plants. He tended to anyone and gave them a little bouquet depending on what he saw in them. Ivy seemed delighted.

Jason didn't know what to think of hid bouquet with orange lilies, lavender, hyacinths and gardenias. It was certainly an odd combination, and he didn't know why the florist looked so determined to give him the bouquet, but he accepted it, the boy looked happy about it before going back to work.

A week later he gave him a different bouquet, and Jason wondered if he was going crazy, was the florist flirting with him or had he read too many books?

[salmonlyster]

gideontober days 8-14

i dont want to clog yalls feed so click for fulls. my fave from this batch is probably 10 since ive always wanted to do a proper redraw of that cover

[foxymaskmike]

Some spvtwtgame stamps in these trying times

I was trying to do only walk / dash sprites at first but the wiki didn't have all of everyone's sprites 😭 which is ok! I liked how these turned out, I wanna do more :3

[haveyouseenthismovie-poll]

[stressedanime]

hurt my feelings earlier thinking about how jason would've absolutely been nico's best man.

whoever ends up being nico's best man (in my head it would be frank), would hold up a picture of jason, because if he was alive he wouldn’t miss it for the world. so it’s on them to make sure he’s there.

[kiwriteswords]

Aaron Hotchner x Flowers in 2x23

The inspo for my next story, which involves Aaron Hotchner x Florist!Reader

[ren-doesnt-exist]

When Roy Harper was adopting Lian, the state wouldn’t let a single man adopt an unrelated child. So, naturally, he asked his best bud Jason Todd to marry him. For the kids.

Bruce knows because Jason asked Tim to legally resurrect him so he could get legally married. Dinah knows because she was very involved/supportive in Lian’s adoption.

Oliver, however, does not. He and Roy weren’t really on speaking terms when this went down. Then later when they were doing better it simply didn't come up.

The marriage was- btw- completely platonic at least at first but they were originally going to have a courthouse wedding then decided to go to Vegas instead. Because why not.

[redsakura101]

Quiet Affections: Silent Sorrows (Part 1)

Jason Todd x Reader

A prologue to Quiet Affections: Dead Roses, but it can be read as a stand alone.

After a fight filled with heated emotions, Jason leaves a posy of flowers for his love. A small gesture, expressing what his words fail to convey. You realise just what these flowers mean.

Word count: 2063

“Don’t look at me like that” Jason’s voice is firm, quaking, trying so hard not to crack. 

“Like what?” Your throat burns, as tears threaten to fall.

“Like I’m good! Like I –” he takes in a sharp breath and chokes out,

“Like I deserve you.” 

You're shaken out of whatever anger you felt, your eyes soften, hearing the pain in his voice.

The anger that bubbled within you as you argued now simmered away. 

You finally take it in, noticing how his shoulders are tensed, stature rigid like a caged animal backed into a corner. 

How could you be so blind, you don’t even know how this fight got to this point. 

It started out so small and menial, now it feels like you’re both laying it out there.

Difficult to decipher what words are meant or not.  

And now all you want to do is hold him.

Keep him close and tell him sweet nothings and that he deserves all things good in life.

Tell him that whoever told him that he didn’t deserve the good in life, should watch out as you’ll hunt them down for making him feel this way. 

Arms fall slack at your side as you take a step towards him, but before you get too close. 

He turns away. 

He leaves.

Walks out the door of your apartment, and shuts it.  

The noise in Jason’s mind is buzzing, his flight or fight response kicking in as he walks out. 

He doesn’t want to fight you, the sorrow and hurt in your eyes pains him greater than any injury he’s sustained on patrol. 

All he wanted to do is tell you how sorry he was. 

Tell you how he never wanted to make you feel this way. 

That you didn’t deserve this mess of emotions.

But the words he means get stuck in his throat and come out in a twisted iteration – choking out snippets of the insecurities he has. 

His words failed him.

He had to get out of there.

He couldn’t think.

Couldn’t breathe in that room. 

He had seen how your eyes softened, seemingly already forgiven him before he’d even said sorry. 

Couldn’t fathom how you could do that so easily. 

Couldn’t understand how you could look at him like he was worthy of you and your affections. But he supposes that’s why he’d fallen for you so easily. 

Fuck. Jason’s mind wouldn’t stop, as all the ugliness of his thoughts begins to cloud his mind. He needed to clear his mind, distract it. 

The heavy weight of his combat gear acts as a comfort. The heaviness of his boots ground him.

A sense of familiarity as he pushes back the thoughts that chase him. 

***

The shutting of the door echoed in your apartment. 

The silence is deafening.

The air is thick with the heightened emotions that linger like a dense fog. 

You take in deep breaths trying to regulate yourself, as wet tears begin to roll down your cheeks. Sinking down into the couch, hands holding your head. 

How did this happen? 

You were both just enjoying dinner a few hours ago.

A delicious meal that Jason had cooked for the two of you. The aroma of pasta and a sweet tomato ragu still lingers in the air.

You had settled on the couch together, watching the TV but not really paying attention as you just enjoyed each other’s presence. 

Then you’d made an offhand comment – an offer for him to stay the night, selfishly you just didn’t want the evening to end.

Relishing in the comfort his presence provided you. 

You’d known he was planning to go on patrol, but you also noticed how his eyes were a little less perceptive, a little more tired.

Too many long nights out. 

You just wanted him to give himself a little reprieve. 

To take care of himself as much as you cared for him. 

But it didn’t pan out. Instead it evolved into an argument where no one wins. 

You’d both said things, hurtful things. Words that sliced deeper than a knife. Leaving you with a heavy heart of regret. 

You’d never had an argument so heated with him.

You didn’t know what to do now.

You didn’t want to hurt Jason.

Never wanting to be another person in his life to cause him harm.

You just wanted him to know that he wasn’t alone. That you were there for him. That you needed him. 

Why didn’t it come out that way? 

Why did your words fail?

Now all you think about is how Jason’s out in the city, mind impaired with emotions, and you’re worried sick out of your mind just wanting to tell him it’s ok. 

That you both are ok.

It was just a fight and you’d get through it, together.  

But you can’t reach him now. 

Instead you just lie on the couch and curl into the cushions, the tears have dried.

Eyes drift shut, as you fall asleep unsettled. 

***

It’s 4 am when Jason lands on your fire escape, he peers through the curtains. 

The dim glow of your lamps casts a gentle glow on your face. 

Angelic, is the word that comes to mind. 

He sees you sleeping on the couch, how you're curled into yourself. There’s no way you're comfortable, already anticipating how you’d likely wake up with a stiff neck. 

His chest aches as he remembers all the things said in the heat of the moment.

Regret crawls in and settles into his mind.

He stops himself from simply unlocking your window and holding you close. 

But he refrains.  

In his hands he holds a posy of flowers composed of purple Hyacinths, blue Hydrangeas and Olive leaves.

Tied neatly with a little string and a red ribbon. 

While prowling the streets he’d seen the dim glow of the Farmers and Flower market, watching as the hustle and bustle of vendors sold their goods. 

Despite the crime and grit that haunts Gotham, the city still has a vibrant wholesale produce market open from 2 am to 7 am, serving the needs of Gotham’s florists, grocery stores and restaurants. 

Sometimes when Jason needs peace, he watches over them. 

If his family saw him like this they'd never believe it.

They'd already been suspicious of his strange behaviour on patrol.

He should've never told them about you - in fact he never intended to tell them.

Not yet at least.

But you consumed so much of his life and he wanted to keep diving in.

So when he offhandedly mentioned it a few weeks ago to Dick that he'd been dating someone, it spread among the family like wildfire.

And now tonight they noticed as he was a little more aggressive, a little less chatty, moving quicker with no restraint.

They immediately came to a conclusion that something was wrong.

His mind boggles as their incessant chatter floods the comms, comments and teasing remarks that hit too close to home

As Tim questioned, "trouble in paradise?" As Steph tacked on to tease “are you in the doghouse Red?”.

Dick while sounding genuinely concerned asked "you ok Little Wing?" only pushed Jason to feel more ticked off.

He shut it off and continued the night alone.

He'd deal with them another time.

For now as a sense of calm washes over him, the harsh fluorescent lights convey a sense of warmth. 

Eyes watching over the hustle below him.

On the fringe of the market he noticed a vendor selling flowers. 

It seemed to be a family business as he noted the seemingly mother and son duo organise and arrange the beautiful flowers whilst selling them to clients both returning and new. 

The aroma of dewy flowers and the musky sweet smell of foliage fills his senses. 

In a moment of quiet.

His body moves and before he knows what he’s doing, he appears at the stall. 

Popping his helmet off, revealing his masked face. 

The woman, a little weary, watches him closely with pointed eyes.

A true Gothamite, always alert even of the supposed protectors. 

Behind her, her son’s posture grows tense and guarded, eyes flickering to the guns in Red Hood’s holsters.  

“Can I help you?” She asks, breaking the silence. 

This brings Jason out of his thoughts, it's amusing to her, watching as this violent vigilante of Gotham seemingly becomes small like a shrinking violet. 

He coughs into his hand clearing his throat, a little awkward, all confidence leaves him. 

“What flowers say 'I’m sorry'?” 

She blinks. 

His voice is rough, but sounds raw. 

A tell tale of the aftermath of an argument.

This is not how she expected her evening to go.

In the presence of the Red Hood, as he asks how to say sorry…with flowers.

She shares a look to her son, before looking back to the tall man clad in kevlar, leather and armed to the brim. 

Despite the mask she can see the signs of a man who’s going through the strains of an argument.

Likely with a spouse. 

Before she can answer, her son suggests as he begins to pluck a few flowers from their place, “Hydrangeas are a good idea. Especially blue ones, they mean sincere remorse and regret” 

“Paired with Olive leaves, represents a want for forgiveness, an Olive branch if you will,” she laughs a little. 

“I heard that purple Hyacinths also mean sorrow…” Jason adds. 

She smiles softly at him, “just in luck we’ve got a beautiful delivery of Hyacinths.” 

They work silently to put together the flowers, asking a few questions here and there. 

As he gives short responses, watching them move around and find the perfect flowers for him, pruning them to size. 

The way she interacts with her son with a maternal warmth, seeps into her behaviour, he thinks if his life were different, he would’ve appreciated having a mother like her. 

Caring. 

Thoughtful. 

It makes him think of you.  

How big would you like the bouquet? Just a small gesture, nothing extravagant. You wouldn't like a big bouquet, it would come across as forced.

Would you like twine? Yes.

Maybe a little ribbon? If that’s what you recommend.

What colour? Red.

Would you like a little note tied to it? No.

While they don’t traditionally put together bouquets, as they’re a wholesaler.

She thinks this is a worthy exception, and it’s a little fun. 

Especially when she has some other customers come through, seeing their faces as they’re a little taken aback by the vigilante standing to the side patiently waiting.

No questions are asked aloud, but she sees them in their eyes as they analyse him.

Soon they’ve finished, and present him with a little posy, thoughtfully arranged and carefully tied with twine and a red ribbon they’d found. 

She watches as he takes it with a gentleness contrasting to the violent news stories she’d associate with him.

He seems so young, younger than she realised. 

Around her son's age, her eyes which were once pointed and analytical now soft with a gentleness and understanding.

It must be tough facing what he does for the city and never being fully appreciated. She only hopes this little posy of flowers helps ease the pain he's trying to mend.

“Thank you…”

“Anna, and my son’s name is Franklin”, he nods at this,

“Thank you Anna, Franklin, for your help.” 

He fishes out money and passes it to her.

Before she can protest and hand it back, he disappears just as quietly into the night. 

She glances at the bill in her hand.

$100. 

She sucks in a deep inhale, it's a lot more than what was necessary.

Hell she would've done it for free, just to say thanks for keeping the streets of Gotham safe.

For keeping her and her son safe by doing so.

Gotham is tough, but these moments make it worth it.

“Well, that was one of the weirdest things I’ve seen in Gotham. And I’ve seen Robin save a cat from a tree, in the middle of a fight with the Penguin!” Her son jokes. She laughs and they continue on with their work. 

Little does she realise, this odd little occurrence wouldn’t be the last time she helps Red Hood find the perfect flowers.

Now Jason’s on your fire escape, posy in hand, gently placing it on your window sill. 

Stealing one last glance at your sleeping form, before disappearing back into the night. 

There will be a part 2 to this soon! This was a little rushed so hopefully it all makes sense as I wanted to tie it into the Dead Rose story. Also I just love the image of Red Hood surrounded by flowers, the contrast between the two is perfect.

[planetwaynez]

FLOWERS AND GOLDEN STRINGS

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

SOULMATES AU!

Synopsis: Jason is certain that he is meant to help others, not just as a vigilante but also as some sort of twisted cupid. He thinks he is meant to only watch other fall in love and never find his forever and always, however after buying Lian some flowers for her birthday and a sucession of events envolving soulmates, he can't get the flower shop girl out of his head. Y/N thinks that the Red Hood is so hopeless in love with his soulmate but why does this fact bothers her so much? Why she wanted to be the center of his affaction? After months helping the vigilante, she meets her soulmate, Jason, but she can't forget the Red Hood. How will she deal with all those new and complicated emotions?

Warnings: SMUT! Canon-divergent, violence, foul lingauge, jelousy, complicated feelings, angst, fluffly, miscominucation, slow burn, injuries, kidnaping, paranoia and more to be added.

CHAPTERS

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

[prlssprfctn]

Another Crack!Au with Red Hood's goons because I love them this much: Jason Peter Todd comes back alive legally for the rest of the world, and now Red Hood Inc. is sure that their boss is crushing on that boy. Proofs? P l e n t y.

Proof number one: their boss *giggles* when TV shows some of Jason's funny jokes from his new interviews. Well, his giggle surely sounds ominous behind the voice modulator, but it is clearly a girlish giggle.

Red Hood, hitting the table in the fit of laughter: Gosh, this one was absolutely hilarious. Like, the subtle shadowing and literature reference? Good one, good one... I should joke like this more.

Goons, staring in awe: Yeah, boss, he is so funny. You think so, too, right?

Red Hood, amused: You like him? Good fucking choice, good fucking choice.

Proof number two: Red Hood starts hating Joker even more once the publicity finds out that Jason Todd was considered dead because he was under the witness protection system due to seeing Joker killing the Second Robin.

Red Hood, murmuring: This is fucking ridicilous. Witness protection system, my ass. I mean—

Goons, exicted: Boss, this is just another proof that Joker shall be dead!

Goons, thinking that killing Joker could definitely impress Jason, so he would go out with their boss: I am sure that kid will like this clown dead more!

Red Hood, who just thinks that they are empathetic and worried like that: You think so too? Good work, guys. Really. I appreciate you.

Proof number three aka. the most convincing one: Red Hood doesn't even try to beat these allegations. Case in point:

Goons: Bossman, we have a game for you. Hug, marry, kill — but it is the oldest male members of the Wayne family. Bruce Wayne, Richard Grayson-Wayne, and Jason Todd-Wayne.

Red Hood, with his face turning into disgust, because what a one can choose there in HIS case: Uh, kill Bruce. I guess, hug Dick boy. Uh, marry Jason?

Goons: YES!!!

Red Hood, confused: Are you fans or something—

[jaydick-week]

Contributor Applications are OPEN! 🌻🌹

Attention Jaydick Nation! Contributor applications for the Jaydick Flower Zine are officially open!

The Jaydick Flower Zine is an upcoming fanzine that celebrates the relationship between Dick Grayson and Jason Todd—with a floral twist! Organized around flowers and their meanings, the end goal is to create a book that is as beautiful and unique as all the interpretations of Dick and Jason’s relationship.

We are looking for writers, artists, and merch artists to join our team. Interested in applying? Read our info doc, and submit an application using the links below.

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Contributor applications will remain open until April 12 at 11:59pm EST. Applicants will be contacted on April 27 or April 28.

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