#hooded claws

[lycans-art-kingdom]

It's been one year since I started my artblog.

I cannot begin to express how much this has changed my life, the communities I've joined, the friends I made, my life that was changed for the amazing. I couldn't be happier

To celebrate, I'm hosting a QnA! You can either ask me about my experience with drawing, my life or just factoids, or you could ask the stars of the blog, Lucas and Laura!

Happy one year to my Kingdom!!!

[inkpotsprite]

Jason (buried underground): *panic, clawing, digging, catatonia*

Dick: *sings the beatles*

[daredevil-vagabond]

"You are far too nice // Mercy has a price"

[Ruthlessness; Jorge Rivera-Herrans]

Nautilus Jason.

[jjenthusee]

Steady Breaths and String Lights

Jason Todd x Reader

A/N: another drabble 😫 i’m really into domestic jason rn so don’t mind me giving yall soft jason content <3 ENJOY and tell me your domestic jason headcanons in the comments if u have any :D

A brand new couch.

It was a deal from a discount furniture store and once you had laid your eyes on it, how could you pass up the deal?

No tears, a good color, the store wanted to get rid of it, so they slapped a large discount tag on it and it came with the decorative pillows. How could you not have it?

One card swipe later, you were the proud owner of this new couch.

The process getting it in your apartment was different. You had no vehicle to haul it, but you managed to convince the company to do one delivery for you.

After your great declaration of strength and independence (and with the help of your neighbors) you moved the couch.

The living room was complete with the new furniture.

You were practically an interior designer.

If Jason wasn’t gone for the week, he would’ve told you that was a stretch, but he had boring taste anyway.

After a good wash and spray, you moved the cushions into place, angling the decorative pillows perfectly and shifting a pristinely folded blanket for a unique touch. It was just like how you saw it in the store.

Then curiosity got the better of you and all the cushions were taken out again, placed at different angles, leaning against one another.

Placing, stabilizing, placing another one.

You grabbed a blanket from your bed, some battery powered string lights, and Jason’s pillow, leaving yours untouched on your side of the bed.

You had made a structurally sound fort, with an organized stack of books, lights hung from edge to edge to give the perfect ambience, comfy blankets and Jason’s pillow that smelled like him.

After admiring your creativity and one final inspection, you crawled into the fort, curling yourself in the safe cocoon.

It was warm and you leaned into his pillow, the scent of his shampoo comforting you until your breaths evened, falling asleep to the excitement of telling Jason about your brand new purchase when he got home.

An hour later, a slight rattle came from the window, cautious steps crawling in, but loudly enough to make a sound to alert whoever was inside.

Jason had got home early and he waited for your head to pop out of some corner.

His armor was heavier on his body that night and he had been away way too long. He just wanted to hear your voice happily welcome him back, passionately hug you, and then crash on the bed holding you near him.

Like routine, he was going to unclip his utility belt and peel off his jacket, but he never heard your voice.

Standing frozen, he kept the protective shiny red helmet on his head until he could physically see you.

There was no movement, no noise.

Jason stood still, pressing his boots into the floorboards as he readied himself. While preventing any sound from his movements, he switched on his infrared scanners, sweeping the entire home before he saw a curled up ball.

In the living room, you were protected by a small cushion fort in front of a couch that magically appeared.

You were sound asleep as his hushed footsteps walked closer to you. He had removed his helmet after he ensured you had a steady heartbeat and even breaths.

He placed his helmet outside the blanket door and removed his boots, placing them neatly next to one another.

He wanted to be a respectful guest in your newly built home.

With bare hands, Jason lifted the flimsy door and there you laid, peacefully drifted off.

Jason exhaled, releasing his previous tension with one glance at you.

He always loved coming home to you.

Carefully, he maneuvered himself through the door. With a surprise, he easily fit. He smiled at the thought that you must have built it with him in mind because the door perfectly fit his shoulders. What an attention to detail.

He crawled in, moving his body by his arms until he was parallel with your face.

Unconsciously, you moved to the new warmth, Rolling your body closer to the new presence.

Jason smiled into your scalp, closing his eyes to the weight of you.

“Sweetheart, I’m home.” Jason whispered, vibrations felt against your cheek.

You incoherently mumbled into his body, barely able to open your mouth.

As you felt the comforting arms rubs and strong arms encircling you, your mind started to slowly wake up. The fog clearing.

You freed one of your hands buried underneath the blanket to match the hands enveloping you.

Then your hand felt a familiar bicep, firm in your palm.

Your eyes shot open as you moved your head out of the crevice of Jason’s neck to see your sleepy vigilante laying next to you.

“Feeling me up in your sleep?” Jason tiredly smirked, teasing you as soon as you woke up.

You slowly blinked before fully registering this wasn’t just another pleasant dream.

It was the real deal in front of you.

“Welcome home.” You softly greeted, kissing his knuckles.

Jason’s body physically relaxed at your words, his smirk morphing into content.

His hands were rough and calloused, but the feeling on your lips have never felt better.

“I got a couch.” You smiled into his hand.

“I see that.” Jason glanced around the inside of the fort. “I got ya something while I was out for the week, but I don’t think I could top a couch.”

“It was nicely decorated before, but I got carried away.” You closed your eyes to nuzzle into Jason’s pillow, holding onto Jason’s hand.

He watched you get comfortable, your silent contentment with his touch and warmth. Loving the skin he hated so damn much.

You yawned, the comfortability of your shared lives relaxing you.

Your hair was a mess from the nap, your lashes laid on your skin, and his hands rubbing at any inch of your face, memorizing every detail he could so even his dreams could also have you.

“No, it’s perfect.” Jason watched you, leaning in to kiss your temple, lips lingering a second longer.

You smiled, feeling complete that your other half was home.

“I’m glad.” You slurred, letting sleep inch closer and closer to you.

The two of you lost to the night, your sleeping forms intertwined and Jason’s legs sticking out of the fort.

And a brand new couch that joined your shared life.

[edains]

Children of Rannoch: Notable Quarians aboard the Rayya

Children of Rannoch - A Quarian Overhaul (LE2)

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[spellboundcities]

You haven't been having any sort of memory loss, have you?

[nighhtwing]

DICK, JASON, and TIM in GRAYSON #12

[seawing-vibes]

Six-Claws & Baby Ostrich warmup sketch <33 ! !!!

[stnexus]

thinking about… jason todd!

18+, NSFW, Minors DNI

mention of teasing, black!fem!reader

i know jason is an absolute asshole in bed. he watches you with low lidded eyes as he pushes each inch of his cock into you. just slow and teasing, and there is no begging with him at this moment, you’ll just have to take it. and he knows how much he’s stretching you out — he’s so girthy and long and it feel like he’s hitting every inch of your cunt.

and it’s not until you’ve let out a, “ ‘s too much…” as you push at his scarred chest, that you realize he hasn’t even bottomed out yet. with a dark laugh, his thumb finds your clit, rubbing slow tight circles over it.

“you got it pretty girl, just open up for me,” would be his response. he’d ease his way in until he hit the hilt, his body becoming one with yours, “see, I told you. my good girl always does so well.”

it wouldn’t be long before he’s pulling out of you just to push back in, his strokes slow and nerve wracking at the start. but what would make it worse is the way he’d lean over you with your legs wrapped around his waist, his lower abdomen pushing down on you and rubbing over your sensitive little bundle of nerves with every push and pull. but that wasn’t enough, he’d know he was teasing you, not giving you what you need.

he wouldn’t even hit that one spot that had you turning into a bumbling mess yet, on purpose. he’d be so mean about it too as you whine under him. “what? not enough now,” jason would grin as his slow movements continue. “but ya’ told me it was too much just a minute ago.”

“m’ sorry, jayyy,” you’d call out a fleeting apology, “please…just a little more…”

that was all it took for him (sometimes). he’d flip you onto your stomach with ease, a pillow placed right under your hips. he’d give you a whole lot more. jason would waste no time sheathing himself in your warm sloppy cunt once more, but the slow movements would be long gone. if anyone were to stand near your door the plap plap plap of skin meeting skin over and over would be evident. your pretty brown skin would meld over him as his heavy hips would press flush against your ass, his balls slapping quickly and roughly against your clit in the process.

you’d be dripping onto the sheet’s below you, making a sticky mess on part of the pillow that lay under you. your face pressed against the mattress and perked up dark brown nipples rubbing against the duvet.

“how ya’ feelin’, pretty girl?”

you’d somewhat hear him, but no words would form in between the jumbled mess of moans and cries you’d let out. that is until you feel one of his large hands glide up your back, as roughly as ever as he would grab a hold of your braids. forcing your knees to dig into the bed as he’d pull your head up from the mattress.

“i asked you a question. now use your fucking words,” he’d demand while his free hand traveled between your legs to play at your neglected and swollen clit. his hips rutting into you, the head of his cock hitting your most sensitive spot so deliciously as he’d split you open. it’d feel like you couldn’t make sense even if you tried. your brain would fogged over at his request.

still you’d attempt to listen, a flood of what sounded like beautiful nonsense to jason leaving your mouth before you’d be able to push out a chopped up sentence.

“feels…oh fuuuck, feels so good…jasonnn,”

with a ‘good girl’ uttered by jason he’d let go of your hair, your upper body dropping back onto the bed. your ass in the air, forcing you into an unforgiving arch. he would ruin you in every way possible, he enjoyed turning you into a stupid mess. he’d love every moment of it. your cunt clenching and gripping at him as it would warn him that your unraveling is near, something you couldn’t just announce with your words.

and as his movements never ceased he’d call out, “now cream all over me. cum on my cock, princess. show me how good you really feel.”

and of course you’d listen.

[flowery-king]

Redraw of AU Philip cause some things were bothering me + an actual disguise design for him + oh look Koda's a fish

Height comparison, I'll throw in reformed cursed Philip once i get his design down

[doodlediller]

hanna barbera doodles made on Magma with @skizzlebeetle compilation!

the last 3 ones are from 2022!

[lycans-art-kingdom]

snork mimimi moment

[the-rat-king-420]

Might be a completely unorginal revelation but I just spent 6 hours waiting for a plane because it kept getting delayed and the voices. They spoke to me.

Crane wives is just horribly and tragically batfam coded like I could stare at any of the kids and play crane wives and just. My brain it screams

[theartgremlin]

I’m a little nervous to post these because I’m aware there’s some drama going on in this fandom, but I just wanted to say I really appreciate König from CoD.

I just learned a few days ago that these games have actual plots! And they’re really emotionally charged plots too! I don’t think I’ll ever play them because just watching the gameplay makes me a little sick with how casually violent it is, but I think I will be watching other people play them with great interest 👀

[positivelykirby]

Scarlet-stained teeth or a rose-dyed hood?

[starman-john-tracy]

Look John! I won a prize in the crane game today.

Normally don’t win… I think the Hood cheats.

"Congratulations! Those claw machines can be tricky!" John grins, examining the strange, spiky, orange and green object he's been presented with.

"Uh, what exactly is it that you won? Do you get to exchange it for a prize?"