#poor red son

[purble-turble]

Writing prompt: (if your still doing those)

For angst reasons, I like to think DBK got put under a mountain right after sealing away the Samadhi Fire. At some point tho, Red Son notices that is hair has started to grow in as purple like his farther (or black like his mother depending on what version of angst you want). So he starts dyeing his hair red because it reminds him of the power he held with the Samadhi Fire in his hands. And to avoid causing his mother more sorrow by looking more like his farther then he did then.

His mother didn’t notice on account of her grief and DBK was, you know, under a mountain, but after all the LBD stuff Red wondered if having half the Samadhi Fire would be enough for his hair to grow as red again (Mei has the other half of the Samadhi Fire obviously), it doesn’t, it continues to grow in as purple(or black) and now PIF and DBK get a chance to notice their sons natural hair colour.

Hope this is a good prompt!!

Bye <3

I'm not doing prose writing prompts at the moment, but I'm happy to expound on ideas such as this one.

Red Son's hair is always fun to play with because it's so unique to his character. The idea that this very visible, iconic hairstyle we see on him in canon is not his natural hair has interesting implications both on his personal style and the way his appearance is impacted by his family trauma... him also changing parts of himself to convenience his parents, specifically his grieving mother, is something I also really like including in my stories and headcanons. So yeah, purple haired Red Son could be really fun in that way! Just another thing about himself Red Son suppresses to make his parents happy.

I think if he were to get a bit more confident after his family is reunited and let his purple hair grow out, his parents might even think that the purple is what's not natural for a bit, until it became much more obvious... DBK would probably like it. It's the same color that his own fur used to be, and while there's a little bit of a sore spot in that DBK no longer has that fur because of his time under the mountain, he at least is glad to see his son carry on his genes in a way.

..in the same vein, though, PIF probably doesn't like it so much. Her husband's soft, luscious fur was always something she loved about him and it's gone now. Taken away from her by the Monkey King's betrayal. The color just reminds her of that.

Obviously she wouldn't say as such out loud, but perhaps a snide comment here or there to make her preference for his 'normal' red hair known to her son are in order.

[vanillaa-sky]

Mei now being able to breathe fire + having a fire proof partner definitely means that on at least one occasion she’s leant into kiss him and then just breathed fire into his mouth instead (it’s a love language)

You’re incredibly correct actually, I think she does it Often

Red Son has attempted to do it back Once and failed because Mei saw it coming

[gishera]

Recently finished Red Son arc in JTTW and thought about him and Nezha just having fun and dancing

Bonus Guanyin cause she is my queen

[ping-ski]

yk what i WILL share my old dragonfruit ship art from like 2 years ago lol. starting with these!! <3 (will share more later)

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Contrary to what everyone believes, Damian does not know death.

He grew up with the League. Sheltered from the worst even though father does not seem to think so. Grievous injuries were healed with a submersion in a pool of glowing green.

Damian does not know death. For him, death his temporary. A setback. Something to be cured with magic unknown.

So when Damian stabs one of father’s false sons, he does not understand why father is so upset. Why he is now barred from the cave. Why everyone looks at him with such horror. Surely they know he had to demonstrate that he, the blood son, is superior?

He does not understand why the false son does not get back up. Why father does not take him to the pits.

Damian does not understand. He will have to investigate.

He does not understand why nobody wishes to talk to him all of a sudden.

[summerdoddles]

Mei is not okay and Dads tries their best (2/?)

(the final name is ForeverChaosAu)

some funny sketches from the au

moments before disaster

[douxmae]

Can you please give us an iteration between Redson and little MK?

Well I think it could go one of two ways! I never really decided if just MK would be little or if same age characters would also be little in this AU. If just MK was little then I think Red Son would have even less tolerance for him at first lol

But if this AU is set back when MK, Red Son, and Mei were all little I think they’d play together a lot! MK would drag him along to join in lots of games and to draw with him.

[ne-cocoa]

Mk’s fit in the new Lego sets are just ✨✨✨

[superbat-lmao]

Jason’s comms aren’t working when he gets to the thick of the fight. Tim is facing off against some sort of discredited scientist with a fancy gun that shoots energy instead of bullets. Whoop-de-fucking-do.

The night of a fucking Arkham breakout.

Just his luck.

So Jason jumps into the fight until another fight basically crashes into them.

Jason is hiding behind cover and trying to find a clear shot when he hears it. The laughter.

He’d been doing better, controlling the pit, but suddenly it feels like green floodlights have been turned on and his vision is swirling. Someone is shouting but he can’t hear them over the kill kill kill.

There’s a sudden silence and Jason finally has a second to realize that’s not a good thing and when he looks back at the fight from behind cover he realizes that discredited crazy scientist is holding Tim with the ray gun pressed to his head and Bruce and Dick are trying to talk him down while the Joker is out cold at their feet. Nightwing is restraining him but clearly doesn’t want to take his eyes off the man holding a gun to Red Robin’s head.

Batman appears to be speaking to the man as quiet and calmly as possible. Which is of course when Mr. Discredited spots Jason and tenses all over, trying to back away.

Jason stands, but stays where he is.

Batman and Nightwing seem shocked to see him, given how they both went still when he entered their periphery, and he realizes that he’s only in a domino and Tim must’ve been too busy to convey much over the comms.

Without his vocoder, Jason asks in the closest approximation of his old Robin voice, “What’s the gun even do?”

The guy turns towards him and Jason hopes Batman is able to get closer if he’s serving as the distraction. It’s been a while since he’s tried to act out this narrative, and never while fighting down the odd echoes in his head telling him the Joker is right there and chanting kill kill kill kill.

“It’s a permanent solution! It will fix everything! If I could just prove -“

“Hey man, if you’re looking for someone to use a permanent solution on, we got a spare rogue right here? Why pick one of the Bats?”

“It’s not about them! I didn’t,” he seems to finally realize who Nightwing is restraining and says, “Jesus is that the fucking Joker?”

Alright, so Jason’s finding himself hoping the guy is better at science than his observational skills, or whatever skill level allows Tim to walk away and not end up all glowy and gone.

“Yeah man, seriously. What do you have against the Bats and not the rogues?”

“Well it’s not like I had access to Arkham! But now that you say it-“

Batman was surging forward but the gun was no longer aimed at Red Robin. The body that Nightwing had restrained was engulfed in a flash of light and then gone.

The gun was out of the man’s hands and Red Robin was stumbling towards Nightwing. Jason felt numb. Maybe he was smiling. He had no clue what his face looked like.

“What the fuck were you thinking? Do you know what you just did?”

“What? The Joker’s dead and gone - permanent solution. What’s wrong with that?”

“Hood, if you’d fucking heard Oracle over comms you’d know the man was experimenting with dimension travel! Now we have to go retrieve the fucking Joker!”

“Oh shit.”

***

In a different warehouse, in a different universe, Bruce Wayne stands alone in a room lit by a single bulb. There’s a man tied to a chair in front of him covered in blood. There are teeth on the ground.

A bloodied and stumbling man covered in white paint and an exaggerated smile flashes into the room. He’s looking about, trying to get a grasp on his surroundings. He sees Wayne and grins.

“Hello, Brucie. Fancy seeing you here!”

“How did you make it past my guards?”

“What? Oh, you’d have to ask the Bats. Seen any ultra-serious assholes in spandex come through here? Anyways, what’re you up to? Beating a man to death?”

“Getting one to talk. As I’m assuming I’ll have to make you do in a moment. Nightwing!”

The last part was a shouted order and a smiling Dick Grayson came into the room moving with the grace of a shark, fluid and predatory.

“We’ve got unexpected company. Maybe a witness. Could you take him?”

“Sure thing, Boss.”

“Nightwing? Are you telling me Nightwing is Dick Grayson? Where the hell am I?”

“You know his name?”

“Where I’m from Nightwing is one of the Bats.”

At the blank look the men’s faces he adds, “You know, the fucking vigilantes of Gotham. Running around pretending to be heroes. Batman? Nightwing? The other little birdies?”

Bruce Wayne goes rigid at the mention of others.

“What other birds?”

“Oh you know, Robin! There’s been at least three more of those goddamn brats since I killed the second one. And what a pleasure it will be to-“

He’s cut off by Dick Grayson grabbing him under the collar and hauling him off his feet.

“You ever had a crazy like this before, Boss?”

There was something cold and calculating on Bruce’s face.

“No. But I think I have an idea of where he came from. Could you pass me your piece?”

One of Dick’s hands reached behind him and removed the gun he had secured.

“You’re telling me that where you’re from you killed Robin?”

All he got was a wheeze as a response. There was a frantic look in the man’s eyes.

“Well, how fortunate you’re here now.”

There was a single, silenced, shot.

“Can you handle the body? I’m almost done here. Then we can go find the boys and update them. Take a blood sample before you’re done.”

“Sure thing. See you back at the manor.”

“Be safe, son.”

[goblin-enjoyer]

Ok can't quite think up anything for Jake English, but I still wanted to draw some homestuck gits, so here is Magnus using Vriska as a paddle ball.

I don't know why I drew this specifically, I just thought it would be funny and also a neat little way to try and find what "my way" of drawing these characters consistently is. Other than that, It's just me drawing vriska and magnus interacting, I love drawing that crabp.

[justletmereadmycomics]

What if,,,

[mint-is-here]

Little headcanon i have(and kind of a writting prompt if you want) is that Mei doesn't really like big, fancy parties. She has to go to them since she was quite young because of her family, but she simply isn't really confortable in them. She would preffer being at one of the messy parties at the Zero-Gravity Arcade a thousand times over being around people that feel like they are just looking for an excuse to judge her more and try to not mess up really badly, thank you very much.

Because of that, she likes to sneaks out of the main place that event is being held in and goes to whatever quiet place she can find, like a Garden or a isolated bathroom, so she can call MK. They usually just talk about random things, like the projects they're working on, what they're going to do the next day and just life in general. Unfortunatly, with MK working at Pigsy's, he can't talk to her for very long because he has work the next day. Sometimes, he can't even talk to her at all because of that. So, in those times, she just keeps scrowling through her social media until it she can go back to her house.

...well, that is what happens before the whole Samadhi Fire thing. And, after it, she somehow gets Red Son's number. So...

Mei, 1 or 2 hours into this party and already sick of it: *calls Red Son's number* please respond, please respond, please-

Red: *picks up* ...

Mei, kind of not expecting for him to pick up: ...heyyy Red boy ;) (winking smiley face.)

Red, who was actually sleeping and not working in one of his projects until late for once: ...huh?

Mei, trying to think of something to say:...

Red:...I'm going to hang up now.

Mei: wait please don't-

[asurius]

🔥Red Son finding out reader likes him via listening in🔥

-He had finally done it!

-He had infiltrated the hideout of his nemesis MK and his terrible friend group…and you…and hidden a camera to watch their movements so that him and his family could keep an eye out

-He went to turn on his systems to begin listening in

-“You have terrible taste in men!” “All I said was that I think he’s cute!”

-Wait that was your voice. That was you saying someone was cute.

-Who was it. Who dared to steal away your attention. Not that he cares or anything. He doesn’t! He only wants to know for evil purposes. Maybe he can kidnap them later and demand they stay away from you or else he’ll burn their house down.

-“He’s tried to kill us on multiple occasions!” “And you are making a much bigger deal of this than it is!”

-WHO WOULD DARE TRY AND LAY A HAND ON YOU he still doesn’t care though. Not at all. He just thinks the honor of killing you should be his. Yeah that’s it. Definitely nothing else.

-“I just think that, you know, he’s got that nice red hair and that cute smile, plus he’s kinda funny, and that scar makes him look pretty handsome but that’s it!”

-Right so he’s looking for someone with red hair, a nice smile, funny, and…a…scar? Wait a minute

-“This is Red Son we’re talking about!! You can’t be crushing on the enemy!” “Well it’s not like I’m acting on it or anything!”

-He frantically waved his hands to make the holoscreens disappear as his face very quickly became as red as his hair.

-That was enough listening for one day.

someone save this poor boy

[sotogalmo]

3:28 am

Randomly getting into the game of Bad Parenting.

Uh-oh. It's already speaking to me and my life. Fucking hell

[capsaison]

For a man who is on the news as often as Noodle Boy, there are surprisingly few photos of him online. Has no peasant reporter managed to photograph his "Monkie Form"? Not even ONE PICTURE?

[emelinstriker]

Hi hello its been a while since I've had a dream to share. But I have a dream to share. It started off with LIF and Bull King going to the city for some reason and while they were walking they spotted Esau Red Son out getting stuff for his master. Naturally, they're horrified and try to bring Red Son back with them which leads to things escalating and Red Son fighting his dad. Red Son not only beats him, but like cold because he didn't recognize them so of course he did, they're preventing him from serving his master! He left and the dream ended there and I described it poorly but when I woke up I had tears in my eyes

DSHFNDSFHDS

I love myself some angst-

But yes i could absolutely see that happening- His dad would probably hold back as to not actually endanger him. Meanwhile Red Son wouldn't hold back since DBK would be seen as a distraction or enemy hnhnfhnhnghnf