#asks !

[icaruspendragon]

Maybe Trump isn't so bad after all I got my cooking tiktoks back 🥰

i hope you can’t ever get your propaganda pasta to be al dente

[transit-fag]

Oh train blog. What are we to do now.

Live, like we always have, and always will

[psin314]

IDK if you accept drawing prompts or challenges but if you do; Murat helping and/or carrying Lucanis to bed when he's way too tired but doesn't want to sleep would be so cute

i thought about it and thought it would be cute too!! but then i remembered that spite is with lucanis 24/7. so if lucanis falls asleep from fatigue, spite won't take control of lucanis' body simply because the idea of ​​being in rook's arms is way more exciting.

anyway, this "i don't need sleep" part makes murat a liiittle bit angry. his mentor taught him that the most important thing for an assassin is to eat well and sleep well. and, well, lucanis eats well, that's great, but what about sleep??? murat has suggested several times to sleep near him or just tie him up so that spite wouldn't run away. but each time lucanis just blushed and rejected his ideas. "why r u looking away? thats serious!!!😡😡😡"

+bonus meme redraw

[doodlemark]

But what about Starlight and Trixie?!

whata bout em

[hotvintagepoll]

I just thought you should know that today, Jan 21st, the day after Trump's 2nd Inauguration, Turner Classic Movies did a whole 12-hour daytime bloc on anti-Nazi/anti-fascist films.

The Black Legion (1937)

Confessions of a Nazi Spy (1939)

The Mortal Storm (1939)

The Great Dictator (1941)

The Seventh Cross (1944)

The Edge of Darkness (1943)

Background to Danger (1943)

And I'd just like someone else to notice because I think these little acts of demonstrating memory and value are important. TCM didn't choose wars films in which Americans are heroically fighting and winning; they chose films ABOUT fascism & autocracy--its destructiveness, its immorality, its stupidity & conformity--and the difficulty and danger individuals face when trying to resist or confront it.

I noticed TCM was posting The Great Dictator clips on their instagram, but didn't realize their whole schedule was like this. Good on them. It's brave to call a spade a spade when the spade is absolutely desperate to be labeled a sword.

[comicaurora]

How you feeling about trump and his inauguration speech?

Our time on this earth is limited and precious and I'm not interested in spending mine wasting brainspace on something worth absolutely nothing

[mossiistars]

For your post asking for doodle suggestions: Jon and the admiral spending time together :)

bonding.

[meltedmush]

I love the way you draw yqy, I humbly ask for more 🙏

LFKNDHD ENJOY 😭😭

[frownyalfred]

Since we believe the older Jason gets, the more he looks /acts like Bruce, if he attends a gala because of an obligation (i.e. Alfred guilt trips him and the others) how often does he get mistaken as his dad?

Does he take a little advantage and pretends with the more drunker socialites, and tricks them into donating to the lesser known charities that he knows get ignored and directly impact Gotham's poorer neighborhoods?

(Or does he just starts rumors to mess with them all about his dad's rich boy myth. He def makes shifts the hors d'eourves into almost small chilly dogs if he can)

"Mr. Wayne. There you are!"

Jason turned around, smiling wide enough his jaw hurt. With the slim-cut suit, the thin glass of champagne in his hand, and the angle of his shoulders, the whole move was practically a flourish. It was how Bruce did it, after all -- and frankly? It didn't feel too bad.

The true joy came, however, from seeing the faces of the two women as his identity registered. Their smiles tightened, but didn't disappear entirely. Not Bruce Wayne. Close -- but no cigar.

"Mr. Wayne is my father," Jason said, just a little lower than Bruce normally would. He let his eyes settle on the first woman -- blonde, thin lips, eyes narrowed -- and tilted his head, just a fraction. "But I get that all the time. It's flattering, really."

Was it?

"My mistake. You look just like him from behind," the blonde woman said, her strained smile returning. "Jason, yes? Truly remarkable."

Jason swapped his champagne glass into his left hand, holding out his right to her. "Jason Todd. And that's what I strive for at events like these -- remarkable."

The other woman laughed a little at that, breaking ranks with her friend. She was a little older, with more wrinkles on her face than she should have, at her age. A smoker, probably. "Jessica."

Jason shook her offered hand, giving her a smile. "A pleasure, Jessica."

"Anne," the blonde woman added, like an afterthought. Jason hadn't missed the way she'd avoided giving her name when they'd shaken.

Jason skipped right over that tidbit. "Are you looking for Bruce, then? I can point you in the right direction, but you might need to call a cab. He's at Wayne Manor tonight, unfortunately. A little under the weather."

If you can call three broken ribs and a concussion "under the weather."

"Oh, how awful," Jessica said, holding a hand over her mouth. She turned to Anne. "Did you know about this?"

"Of course not," Anne said, eyes narrowing in on Jason again. "Is he alright? It's not like him to miss an event like this."

Jason realized, idly, that was, in fact, Anne Regis. And that he was, in fact, standing at the Regis Charity night. Which meant Anne was -- in all likelihood -- pissed by Bruce's nonarrival. And disappointed in his replacement, if the way her lips pursed meant anything.

"Well, I'm sure he'll make the next one," Jason offered, shrugging one shoulder. Bruce's suit pulled a little, reminding him that silk and satin had less wiggle room than spandex and Kevlar weave. "Fear not, I did bring his check. And his checkbook, if the one he wrote wasn't...satisfactory enough."

It was telling, how Anne's eyes didn't light up at the idea of a larger gift. It meant that this event wasn't really about raising money -- it never was. It was about seeing and being seen. And Anne Regis had wanted to cash in on Bruce Wayne's presence, not his money. His social standing, his charm, his glamor -- not his checkbook.

"That's lovely, dear. What a thoughtful son." Anne glanced over her shoulder, indicating she was about to excuse herself. "Jessica, it looks like Roger is back. Why don't we excuse ourselves--" heh "--and say hello?"

Jessica gave Jason a warmer smile than Anne. "Stay sharp, kid."

"Tell Bruce I said hello," Anne said, with a nod that might have been charming, several decades ago. "We'll have to do brunch soon."

They left, disappearing back into the sea of people. As soon as they were out of sight, Jason diverted to the back bar, setting down his glass of champagne.

"What can I get you?" the bartender asked him, taking the glass before Jason could even look for a discard tray.

Jason glanced at the impressive array of bottles, suddenly understanding why Bruce tended to stick to soda water or seltzer at these events. Every single word he'd traded with the women had been like a spar of its own. He needed to stay sharp. Sharper than he did, normally.

"Diet coke, lime, please," Jason said, digging into his pocket and pulling out a crumpled twenty. He put it in the tip jar, not missing the grateful spark in the bartender's eyes.

"Right away, sir."

[infectiouspiss]

You look exactly how I would expect a dan and Phil fan to look. Not a complement or an insult just yeah that checks out

this guy just called me a faggot

[hdra77]

draw five pebbles suffering from period cramps /nf

you get a shitty doodle of pebbles suffering from period cramps

[golden-berry]

Honestly, we need more possessive or jealous Fiddleford. He's so silly (as well as Stanley being oblivious of it while everyone is concerned)

[haedyllic]

Your JayVik kissing animation was shown in the BBNO$ stream!

I SAW!!! i was crashing out on twitter 😭 thank you to the bbno$ team for the love

[doodlemark]

More Sunset Shimmer and Sunburst!

been a while

[comicaurora]

It's cool how Dainix's Crucible form started out as this nightmarish, unstoppable, uncontrollable juggernaut, but has organically become this fascinating, almost beautiful creature. Not only that, we learn of the Crucible's core - supposedly one that would endanger him if targeted. In a single chapter, Dainix's abilities are recontextualized, his powers are defined, and his growth is made evident. All in a visual medium, with an absolute minimum of infodumping, in a beautifully organic way. Red, you are an inspiration.

YAY