#Jay the whimsical

[saturnsdior]

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[innavjuzhanina]

"Witch of the Winter Songs" ❄️ First painting of 2024! I always like opening the year with smth magical and uplifting. Wishing you all the best year you've ever had so far 💓

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[hewaje]

Sketchbook page 5

[charmcoindied]

i used to be really into toontown rewritten and i kind of miss it it's such a fun game but unfortunately it falls victim to the classic mmo game woe of getting super duper grindy once you get late in the game just to keep people playing. like running hqs is fun but i never felt particularly compelled to keep pushing yk? i dunno though maybe i'll come back to it sometime anyway

[aroacewxs]

my film assignment is a sock puppet show and i fucking love it already

[kneebrac-ed]

head empty of fully formed thoughts, but jokes aside I’m taking the ‘becomes a man’ comment as meaning like, more competent at pirate business (guessing that’s where the bulging biceps come in :x ) and more emotionally mature. more understanding of his own and others needs, including in a relationship..s1 was him embarking on that journey, s2 will be him returning to it having learned. from everything denkins, rhys and taika have said about the relevancy of (less conventional) masculinity and how it’s addressed in the show, and rhys’ great emphasis on kindness, that’s how the concept is sitting for me rn

[methoughtsphantom]

halfas are the found family trope foster child

they all adopt each other. it’s the reason Vlad wanted so badly to have Danny as his son and the reason Danny immediately went with sure you’re my cousin now with Dani. it’s a survival mechanism from being so very few of their species. Sooo, halfa!Jason except he sorta isn’t yet cause Jason’s core is extremely ruptured from the lack of ectoplasm involved in his forceful resurrection. So when Danny finds Jason in his catatonic state he can’t quite tell the dude’s been dead and remains some, just that the guy for some reason seems very friend-shaped. Danny doesn’t mind his friend is braindead, and is also a john doe, he gives familiar vibes and that’s apparently enough for Danny to constantly find himself in the hospital doing his engineering homework on the room with the guy, and talking for hours about the updates on the absolute clusterfuck of the city and how he was from a freaking ghost town and he can almost even draw comparisons. he blabbers about how he’s not homesick enough times to even corner himself to talk about a ghost lore many times and how he’s just finding himself a little more prone to violence and in constant pain since none of the people he has adopted as his family are here with him and he can’t consider a place a lair if there’s isn’t someone of his in it.

But Danny could never drag someone with him just because of some it, after all it was Danny’s choice to come to Gotham to collage and not stay where at least his parents (good parents Jack and Maddie) were in Amity.

Ironically, Danny essentially can’t feel that his core has been spoon feeding ectoplasm to Jason. As months go on, the little ball of energy builds in anticipation practically vibrating in the waiting pulse of something (Danny doesn’t know but more often than not has he found himself laughing in happy confusion. it weirds him out in a good way) It’s really that he’s feeling the slow healing process of his friend (brother brother brother) ‘s core.Imagine it’s just about to properly, correctly heal when canon strikes back and Jason gets snatched by League assassins. Danny is left feeling like his core got torned out. His core had spend months helping another’s only to feel the other’s imprint and to not be able to protect it in return is— forget it being an obsession; thats like having your newborn baby being ripped out of your arms. An all assuaging feeling of helplessness that is devastating. Danny just beginning to feel like home lair when out of nowhere the rug is swept under him. Danny suddenly struggling to not flunk all his classes and beat every single liminal that he can feel crossing paths with him to the ground. Danny suddenly having his chronic pain (that hadn’t been so bad lately) dialed up to the point that there are just bearable and bad days.

The worse thing is he doesn’t know why.

Jason had only been a guy.

…

It’s only a three weeks before Jazz tells him she accepted a job offer in Gotham.

(and the guilt only makes him feel worse when he can feel himself feel better because of it)

…

now

whimsical time skip ✨

Danny is now on his feet again and friends with a Wayne of your choice (or maybe they were friends a little before Jay dissapeared and it was badTM cause Waynes? liminal 🥲) Danny definitely didn’t enjoy snapping off to his friend like that. anyways it’s been a year since that and he and his friend are having a grand time playing civvies, uhh let’s say dick because I want them to meet while ice skating, Also Dick because he definitely turns a blind eye when Danny goes airborne for a second there yep. He’s just having too much fun.

anyways as alwaysTM Danny doesn’t clock celebrities and like why would he, Dick is just the random guy who’s was fast to turn Danny’s slow day in the ice ring into a competition one day and brighten when Danny matched up his puns. So he totally doesn’t get why the guy’s so gloomy one day, anyways as you can figure, it’s Jason’s deathday and Dick is a deprecating bean, Danny tries to cheer him up by having him remember his brother instead and Dick attempts to, but even skipping through some photos in his phone make his eyes burn.

It is because of that that he doesn’t notice Danny absolutely freeze up at the photo of his friend Jay (Jay because he’s a John Doe, but that’s just too impersonal and so the first letter is J *wink wink*)

Danny absolutely doesn’t know what to do with this information, barely catches himself from asking Dick how did his brother die. Most importantly when because Danny just saw Jay—Jason less than a year ago, and this somehow doesn’t feel too recent.

Annd that how we find Danny digging into the Wayne second son tragedy. Staring at the date of death while the knowledge that they met almost six months after burns his forefront of his mind. Danny spends a day going over all the questions running through his mind over how the fuck he couldn’t sense Jay was a ghost—err was… in past tense?? what the fuck?? Danny would really like a refund on his ghost sense.

Anyways Danny goes check out the grave (now that he knows there is one) and boom although intangible he somehow triggers those shitty ass sensors/alarms that somehow didn’t go off when jason was literally digging himself out.

Obviously the bats get in the case immediately. And boy are they absolutely enraged that someone would steal Jason’s body.

[writhyv]

⋆｡°✩ your domestic boyfriend is here

fairy of shampoo | park jongseong x male!reader

pairing: jay x male!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1.5k

notes: HAVE SOME JAY AWOOGAH *throws fic* i just felt like doing something domestic with him ... househusband jongseong fr

There's something truly special about sharing life with the one you love. Despite the challenges, together you strive to overcome every obstacle. Sometimes, all you need is a simple hug, a kiss, or perhaps a delightful dessert to lift your spirits.

"You call this an article? Hah?" His tone was harsh, cutting through the air like a knife. Your boss was clearly furious about the piece you had just published.

"Thank goodness it hasn't been finalized! I can't believe I made you editor-in-chief!" he exclaimed, rising from his seat and storming out of the office, leaving you speechless.

It looked like there was nothing left to say. It was probably just the stress getting to him. You had tried to explain that the article was written from a specific perspective, but nothing seemed to resonate with him. Still, you shrugged it off; you understood his quirks.

Taking a deep, refreshing breath, you stepped out of the office. Your co-workers across the workspace awaited your return, curiosity etched on their faces as you entered the row of cubicles.

"Did he change hi—"

"He's on his way to the 23rd floor," you interrupted, addressing one of your anxious colleagues.

"Ugh, of course he is." She sighed, plopping back into her chair. "He doesn’t even review the articles properly! Should we change the title again?"

"That would be asking for a death sentence, wouldn’t it? This is the 25th time he’s rejected our title, and it’s just one article!" another co-worker chimed in as you settled into your own cubicle.

"Guys, you have to understand, he’s just a little preoccupied. The merger’s happening soon, and it’s been a bit chaotic for him," you explained while organizing your desk.

Your cubicle was adorned with collectible figurines and an overwhelming stack of paperwork. A broken fax machine sat on your desk, serving more as a paperweight than anything else. You checked your disheveled hair in a small mirror and quickly tidied up.

"Want a ride?" one of your co-workers offered.

"No thanks. I’m feeling a bit whimsical today," you replied with a smile.

Your colleagues exchanged knowing glances, trying to decipher your mood.

"Just make sure to stay safe. Might snow today," another co-worker warned.

"Thanks, I’ll keep an eye out," you said, shouldering your bag. You waved goodbye as you made your way to the exit, while they returned to their work.

Stepping outside, the chilly air wrapped around you. The months were getting cooler, and you couldn’t wait for the snow to fall.

Walking was never an issue for you; it was a chance to stretch your legs. Your home was nearby, and the fresh air was a welcome relief from work stress.

As you approached the corner, you spotted a familiar green car parked in the lot. A sense of urgency filled you, and you dashed upstairs, eager to see who had arrived.

"Jay!" you called as you unlocked your apartment door.

"Oh? I’m cooking!" he replied, his voice echoing from the kitchen as he washed a large piece of raw chicken. "Well, about to cook, anyway."

"I didn’t know you’d be back early!" you exclaimed, rushing into the kitchen and brushing stray hair from your forehead. "If I had known—"

"Shh." Jay flashed you a warm smile. "Take your shoes off first."

You paused, realizing you hadn’t removed your work shoes. With a sheepish grin, you hurried back to the front door to kick them off.

"Jake told me you guys were going to be late because no one was performing for the 10 PM gig, right?" you asked as you hung your clothes in a nearby closet.

"The guy showed up last minute. Had a bit of a traffic conundrum," Jay explained, moving toward the kitchen island, where he prepared a large cutting board and his trusty knife. "You came early too, didn’t you?"

You sighed, recalling the earlier chaos at work. "I’d rather forget work. I’m at home now."

You stepped closer to Jay, wrapping your arms around his waist, feeling a sense of warmth and belonging.

"I'm home," you murmured, resting your head against the crook of his neck. His smile widened, and you noticed a blush creeping onto his cheeks.

"You are," he replied softly.

Glancing at the uncut peppers and potatoes on the counter, you realized Jay was just starting to cook. You grabbed a knife and peeler, ready to join him.

"How thin?" you asked, picking up a potato.

"Just dice them. It’ll be fine," he said, finishing up the chicken. "How big do you want the chicken pieces?"

"Just enough, honey. I don’t think we need big ones today."

Jay perked up at your words. "Not today, huh? No one’s coming?"

You raised an eyebrow, curious about what he meant. "Coming? Today?"

He sighed with a chuckle, clearly amused. "Big chops it is."

You shrugged, feeling a sense of agreement. You weren’t really paying attention, but anything that made Jay smile made you content. His smirk, his smile, his constant care—these were the little things you cherished about him.

“Are you cutting those potatoes, or should I do it myself?” Jay teased, knowing your tendencies well as he felt that familiar gazing look you always do around him.

You raised the potato playfully, inching it closer to his jawline.

"Can I use your—"

"Yah! Is that clean?"

"Your jawline? I hope so—"

"Aish, get working." He nudged your stomach, turning back to chop the carrots.

After a few sweet chuckles and playful glances, Jay gently pushed you toward your room.

"Get changed." He tossed a set of clothes in your direction and closed the door softly.

Stunned, you can only look at the empty room you were left in.

A bed filled with comfy memories, walls that always shine whenever the morning sun comes, and the rugs and pillows you've buried yourself in, varying from plushies, bears and large pillows. Just how lucky are you to always wake up in this bed with such a fine man?

As you changed, you noticed the tag on the clothes he had given you. Though the price was scratched out, the brand was unmistakable.

"Bottega… Bottega?! Jay!"

You dashed out of the room, eager to confront him.

Right outside your living room, a large glass sliding door stood between it and an extensive outdoor balcony.

When Jay heard the door slide, he turned his back quickly to see what's up.

"Wait I— I guess I’m done," he chuckled.

Jay walked closer towards you with an accomplished smile on his face.

"Happy Birthday."

You couldn’t mask your surprise. You were never good at expressing your emotions, but Jay knew you well enough to see the gleam in your eyes, and nothing like a blank stare.

"You forgot, didn’t you?"

You finally smiled, walking toward him and stepping out onto your balcony.

The cold breeze complemented the warmth of a makeshift bonfire. Trays of marshmallows and cookies were laid out, alongside a table set with your favorite chicken dish and a bottle of wine, ready for a cozy night in.

"I thought… it was just a normal night," you said, feeling tears well up.

"We can always do movie nights," Jay said, taking a step closer. "Tonight is your birthday. I just wanted to do something special."

You were overwhelmed. Movie nights had been a tradition for years, yet how could you forget your own birthday? Jay always tried to make you feel cherished, and tonight was no exception.

"This tops last year, right?" he asked with a competitive grin.

"You’re always like this, Jay."

"Like what?"

"Generous ... Loving ... Loving me so generously." You chuckled at the tone, and softly stopped as you admired him, appreciating how he made you feel valued, even though you both can only do so much in your life right now.

"This is the most I can do."

"You know you can do everything."

"I’ll do everything for you. That’s what I want."

He pulled you close, capturing your lips in an intimate kiss. The warmth of his hands cradled your face, and you savored the moment.

"Mhm… that was refreshing," you said, pulling away slightly.

"Your tongue still acts like it’s thirsty, huh?" he teased. "I’m not going anywhere, honey."

You smiled and playfully pinched his nose. "I’m just savoring what I have right now. Very delectable."

Jay grinned, then playfully shoved his cold hands against your chest.

"Ah!" You flinched, realizing you had forgotten to wear the outfit he had given you.

"Being underdressed isn’t allowed here, right? You little deviant," he laughed.

"You!" You scratched your head and rushed back to your room to change into the clothes he bought you.

"Why did you buy something so expensive?!" you called from your bedroom.

"I saved up for it, okay? You better wear it often!" he replied, grinning as you stepped out, his gaze sweeping over you.

"I knew it would fit you," he said, appreciating how the outfit complemented you.

"At least I look good," you pondered, still hesitant about wearing something so luxurious.

"You always do," he assured you.

As he embraced you from behind, you felt the rhythm of his heartbeat against your back, a comforting presence.

"I love you," Jay whispered, tightening his hold.

"I love you too," you replied, kissing his forehead. There was no feeling quite like being held close by someone so special.

Outside, delicate white flakes began to drift through the air. Snow began to fall, gently blanketing the world around you both in white.

"Hey," Jay said, pulling away slightly. "Want to dance?"

You nodded, and he pulled out his phone, playing a soft tune. As the music filled the air, he took your hand and led you to the middle of the balcony, where the snow swirled around you like a dream.

With each sway and twirl, you lost yourself in the moment, the world fading away as you danced with Jay under the falling snow.

Okay maybe I want ENHA to cover fairy of shampoo ... also i really thought the song was about being in love with someone despite the struggles of life so i was like i gotta put ma mans out there because i know he's be perfect for something like this 😭🖐

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[crowleycorvid]

whimsical dress jay bc she deserves it

[morverenmaybewrites]

Saw you mentioning that you wanted jason to have things other than pride and prejudice, i know i have a list somewhere of all the books hes mentioned if you wanted to dig it up :)! But personally ive always taken him for a guy who likes flannery o'conner

Oh, I would LOVE that. If you ever find that list, please recommend it to me! I want this man to have some variety in his taste, dammit!

Any Jason Todd lovers out there who have any opinions on the type of books he would read? Why? Do you love those books? What’s a book you hated that you think he’ll love? What’s a book you love that you think he’ll hate?

Bonus: you can’t use any of the classics. Of the books I’ve read, I think he would love:

The Last Tale of the Flower Bride by Roshani Choksi (he would be so into the ending let me tell you. The idea of someone being loved despite all their faults and secrets? He would be so down bad. Personally a three star read for me.)

Between Two Fires by Christopher Buehlman (a religious horror about the end of the world set in medieval Europe? He would eat it up. An all time fave for me)

Empire of the Vampire by Jay Kristoff (unironically will love the juvenile power fantasy of it all. He would be so into this edgy-ass book)

He would dislike a book that was in my top ten last year which is The Girl Who Fell Beneath the Sea by Axie Oh, I just feel like the whimsical tone of the book wouldn’t appeal to him.

[txttletale]

Another advantage of getting to know the narrator of your RPG is that it helps mitigate unconscious bias in your design. Dungeons & Dragons has a notably anthropological narrative voice, explaining other cultures and creatures like a scientist in the field. The language of D&D mimics the writing style of mid-century scientists traveling to “exotic” locations and cataloging non-Western experiences as part of a documentation of the Other. It’s easy for newer designers to want to “write a game like D&D” without regard for how even the narrative voice of Dungeons & Dragons carries unintended political baggage. Is a bird’s-eye and judgemental perspective really the energy you want to bring to your whimsical fantasy world? Or is there another perspective within your world that can be more useful, and allow you to find new perspectives on the world you’ve created.

—Jay Dragon, The Storyteller Technique

[thelonelyshore-if]

If you pitted all of the ROs plus Willow in a giant snowball fight, what would happen?

Awww I love this ask it's very whimsical. And appropriate rn it's sooo cold outside.

Beck: would 100% be the one who started it. They crave action and fun. Would eagerly drag Perri down with them and would just absolutely let loose.

Croft: does NOT like being cold and wet thank you!! They'd get hit by a single snowball and would flee as fast as humanly possible.

Jay: they'd join in pretty fast!! they like the snow and it would be very nostalgic. And fun. Would probably be the best at it overall, though Beck has better aim.

Perri: would get dragged into the fight by Beck. Would immediately try to find something to hide behind and would toss snowballs out from behind cover.

Ravi: he'd indulge Jay and would participate, but he'd only probably throw a few snowballs himself. He'd be scary good at dodging, though--just like, near impossible to hit.

Yasmin: she'd try to avoid it on the front end--she doesn't want to get wet, either--but as soon as she got hit she'd join in and would take it VERY seriously she's competitive lol.

Willow: would absolutely love it. They have no strategy and have no true desire to win so much as to just have fun, so they'd stand in the center of the battlefield and launch snow at basically anything that moved.

[theelmoarchive]

Hey guys I drew this silly guy a few days ago

It's Jay if he was whimsical and fun (he is not) (he is severely ill)

[sparks-chaotic-cove]

So- Wild West SMP has me in a chokehold... so here's some silly rambles about the blorbos. (I've had this in my notes for a few days. edited today before posting. Planned to do everyone in this but oh gosh I do not have the time-)

First off;

Redbite: the Unwilling Enchantress

Enchanting both by her kindness and whimsical, energetic attitude, most people have positive feelings about Red. However, as the players figure out more... all roads seem to point back to Red in some way. She's not a sheriff but she can charm them- and occasionally acts like she's on par or above them in some way (not in a derogatory way- in a literal "I am higher than you in the business"). Senspirilla convinced Jay with Red being one of his main points to calm 'em down. There is something off about Red- whether she knows it or not. Jay keeps having memories of talking to Red about the resetting world- or well, resetting or absent memories. He's reluctant on certain things- like the bounties- but does allow them, especially with the urging on of Sen and others. Is she the puppet or the puppeteer? (on my gosh we're back in the building again with the resets war flashbacks) Sly enchantress, do you know of your work, or have you become one with the hurt?

Jay: The Returned Omen

A jackal, the cackling hound of the savannah..., but this jackal isn't cackling at all. Jay's imbued with X to his very core. Where a mangled eye would be stands a glittering green geode. Keeper of past memories, imbued with a specifically new ore... he's both a ghost of the past and a mark of the future... an omen of what's to come. In turn, he is a keeper of memories... a keeper of the cycle... and he's becoming part of the core of that cycle as well. Oh jackal in the night, who do you come to slight?

Draxas: The Rotting Marvel

Draxas... the dragon. Memories of destruction, feelings of flying. Metal claiming them bit by bit by bit... pain marring most other feeling. Draxas is strong- but there's a sense about 'er that seems... like she was greater. Stronger. More wondrous- more frightening. Now he's rotting- but not exactly with decay. Metal creeps across his skin, cutting and callousing... still warm to the touch, like his own flesh is being graced by King Midas. Now, his wings creep with gray, their saturation dying away. Metal and stone, marring him down to the bone. Dragon Dragon in the sky, why must you flap your wings with fright?

[cradle-of-darkness]

here's one of my epithet ocs!! jay my silly guy!!! I've had him for a while now and I might make some stuff with him so here he is

he's a whimsical, slightly airheaded travelling clown. his epithet (among other things) can manipulate sunlight, which he likes to use for performances!

[birdiebirdjay]

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