Jason Todd Being An Older Brother??? Absolutely

Don't worry, love None of this is a coincidence We're totally different, baby Because we're the two who found our destiny —DNA https://www.instagram.com/p/CX_6SeAPWHi/?utm_medium=tumblr

Princess of Gotham

Chapter 10: Red Robin

I went out into the street, making sure there was no one on the street. I sat down on the sidewalk, leaning my back against a lamppost. Assana and Olive had already left, and it felt rude to ask them to come back for me.

Being the good sister that I am, I had to wait for James and Jim to finish talking, but apparently, they had a lot to tell each other, as it took them a long time to leave. When I noticed that I was falling asleep I decided to call my father to pick me up and take me home. But when a motorcycle parked in front of me, I noticed it wasn't Jason.

"What are you doing here?" I asked the boy standing next to his bike. I got up from my uncomfortable seat, shaking off my clothes and shaking off sleep.

"Your father sent me. Apparently, something happened in Arkham while we were patrolling." Timonthy replied, approaching me and inviting me to get on his bike.

"I prefer to go alone, thank you very much." I said, trying to be polite and that my nerves of being next to him would not be noticed. I started walking down the street, towards the main avenues, without noticing that he was following me.

"My brother trusts me to get you home safely," he said, grabbing my wrist with his hand, not only making me stop, but also making me turn around and stand too close to him. "You're still angry about what happened the last time we talked."

"We weren't talking, you were yelling at me in front of my team. You embarrassed the hell out of me," I said, as I tried to break free from his grip, unsuccessfully, as he squeezed my wrist so hard I was afraid it would leave a mark.

A few months ago, he and I had had a loud argument in the Wayne Manor library, when my partners joined us for a study session. We had started out arguing about my responsibilities as team leader, it came to a point where he threw my father's identity in my face, telling me that I had the thief gene in my blood. That time I couldn't resist and hit him in the face with my shadow. He was about to hit me back, but we were interrupted by the arrival of Tim's then-girlfriend, Stephanie Brown.

The two of them also started arguing, one of the many reasons they broke off their relationship. And that was the first of many fights we would have, and in the future, would cause situations like this.

"I already apologized, but you didn't want to listen to me," he said, almost shouting, while he kept squeezing my hand.

"Let me go, you're hurting me," I shouted, trying to get out of his grip, but to no avail. "I said let me go!" I panicked when I noticed that his grip was getting stronger. I didn't have to think much about my next move. My shadow grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him to the ground. Finally getting him to let go of my hand.

When the shadow completely returned to my hand, I started to run back towards the building I had come from. But as I was almost at the door, someone from behind put his hand on my shoulder stopping me. Like an instinct, my body tensed and the shadow went to that hand.

"You have a right to be angry, but at least let me take you home," Tim said in a peaceful voice, trying to calm his breathing.

"I'll sleep in the apartment, thank you," I said, letting go of his hand, starting to walk, this time, in the direction of Jason's house.

After adopting me, Jason asked Bruce for some money to buy an apartment in a central area, at first he refused, but after a few months, he accepted. Sometimes we used it, but usually, we stayed at Wayne Manor or, in Jason's case, at a hotel.

"No. You're not sleeping there," he protested, stepping in front of me and carrying me like a sack, "Guys, I'm taking my niece. I'll see you another day, good night," he shouted, trying to make sure those still inside could hear him.

We could still see the reflections of the lights in the windows, so we could tell that someone was still there.

"Put me down. I can walk by myself," I started kicking and hitting him on the back in an attempt to get him to put me down.

"After not sleeping all night and running on sugary drinks, I don't think you can even tell the difference between a horse and a donkey," he said, sitting me down on his bike.

"Because of some people I couldn't even drink that. And I'm not that sleepy, I haven't slept for almost a week, this is nothing. I am capable enough to stand in front of my team and give them orders." I replied, rather angrily, when he sat down in front of me and started.

"Hold still," he said, as he put on his helmet and started to move forward. And even though I didn't want to, I had to hold on to him to avoid falling out of that vehicle.

The trip lasted a little more than half an hour, and during that time neither of us said a word. When we arrived at the Batcave, I didn't even wait for him to stop and I got off as fast as I could.

I quickly greeted my father. I stood next to him, looking at one of the computer screens. As I looked closely at one of them, I noticed that the Scarecrow and Joker files were open.

"Why do both files say they are free," Timonthy asked, standing behind me.

"They escaped in the wee hours of the morning, a changing of the guard that took a few seconds too long," Batman explained, tapping the keyboard.

"Why didn't we find out sooner?" asked Assana, approaching me, and then placing her hand on my shoulder, apparently trying to reassure me.

"I didn't want you to worry too much," answered Bruce.

"My life is a mess," I muttered.

El principito —Antoine de Saint Exupéry https://www.instagram.com/p/CYpUu1pL8gv/?utm_medium=tumblr

Life and Death

How curious... Such a strange and delicate thing. Adrift in the waters of fate... Which way will you wander I wonder?

—The High Priestess (The Arcana)

Vesuvia from The Arcana

Part of my 5 color challenge. I tried to record my process while drawing this but my device is slow as f****, so no speedpaint for now.

I had a breakdown, and I'm not writing it here so I can take your pity, it won't solve my life my passing problems, or even my undiagnosed depression. I'm here only to vent because I have no one to talk to and I feel like the more I keep it in the faster I will explode.

I had a breakdown, i started crying in the middle of my mom's living room, realizing how different I was from when I left this home two years ago, and suddenly, everything started to feel more real.

I cried the tears I had kept hidden behind my eyelids back when I had to apologize to my supposed friends for being bad at jokes, for acting cold with them, for being dramatic, for being too much, for being who I am and who I thought I had lost back in those two years of seclusion. I had to embarrass myself, to beg for a little attention from them because it seemed like they fed from it. They enjoyed ignoring me just so I could go crawling back to them. I apologized for not being able to be handled with.

Every single day I come to realize just how narcissistic they have been, how much they've broken me. How many things do I have to suffer to keep calling them my friends?

First and time I apologize for being myself, especially to people who joke about suicide every single day

Dashboard

On Wattpad, I'm starting to write the prequel of my story. As you probably don't know, once I finish the first story it's gonna go to edition, again.

And once I finish publishing it here, it's gonna go to edition, maybe with changes maybe not. The prequel will also be up here once the first part is completed. I won't let you without content.

Right now my laptop is in reparation and I'm using my mom's desktop, so it'll be more difficult for me to edit and write these few days. Fortunately, after this class week, I'll have another two weeks of vacation.

literally tumblr is a bathroom and my mutuals are the drunk girls im talking to

^-^

Cheis: relax just act mature

Jared/Poison: mature, got it

*Jared on his date*

Rai/Hakan: so what do you do for fun?

Jared *in a deep serious voice*: taxes

probably gonna get shot on site for this but oh well

it is okay if you don't know literally every single detail about canon. It's okay!!! Its okay if you haven't seen every movie. It's okay if you never read the books. Its okay if you haven't seen every episode. Its okay if you haven't read every comic. Its okay if most of the stuff you know came from reading fanfic. Its okay if you have literally never touched the source material. Its okay if all you do is interact with tumblr posts or fanart. Its okay if you decide to make up your own version of events even if they contradict canon completely.

Fandom spaces do not exist to be policed. Fandom spaces do not exist to be gatekept. If you don't know each and every detail then its okay because fanspaces exist for you to fill in the cracks with whatever it is you like. You can literally headcanon whatever, no one can stop you. you have my permission to go crazy