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llmsos · 2 days
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I have no guilt about my genesis.
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finzphoenix · 2 days
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Finally build up the courage to try my hand at a more shaped individuall, and I guess I'm somwhat happy with it?
He still lacks that mennace I wanted him to excude, but oh well, we're getting there :'>
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theredhood-jasontodd · 23 hours
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Y/N: exists
Jason: You brought light into my lightless world
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//I am a tall child with no lap to crawl into and cry in/So I make a big show of wounded skin hoping someone pries in/Shame clots in my blood/I'm humiliated just by existing//
Fatima Aamer Bilal, Moony Moonless Sky
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jasonswh0rre · 1 day
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Question about Jason Todd:
Does anyone else think Jason Todd is essentially a "white knight" I remember watching some YouTube video and while reading the comments I came across one that said they thought it was cute how it seemed like Jason would only be protecting specifically women and children the replies were 50/50 some saying he does fight women if she happens to be a villain others slowly coming to realization or thought Jason might be a white knight. I don't read comics tbh most of the things I see of Jason fighting is comic strips off of Pinterest or google and even then I rarely see even a hair plucked from a woman's head. In fact he seems slightly calmer and less angry with women than he does with men. If the idea that he was a white knight type of character was true I don't think I could see that being out of character based on his origin he went above and beyond for his mother then he ever did for his father even saving her when she betrayed him. In the Arkham vr it's disturbing but if you listen to Arkham Jason's screams I believe you can hear him yelling "mom".
If it is true, then that's sorta funny Jason would essentially be like a Rottweiler that's named Cupcake. I'm gonna post a fanfic too but I'm sorta dealing with writers burnout
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johnconn · 2 days
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Arkham knight playlist? Bet.
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scaryscarecrows · 1 day
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One minute they’re moving, the next they’ve been set upon by ninjas.
That’s the only way Curt Evans can think of to describe the sudden assault; armed men, terrifyingly agile, falling on them before anybody had any idea they were even there.
It’s over embarrassingly quickly.
No one’s dead, though they’re all bruised. Jesus Christ. He’s on his knees, badly winded and yeah, that’s a cracked rib, and all he can think right now is, what just happened? A quick glance around at his squadmates says they’re thinking the same thing.
The ninjas are wearing black and red, with stark white full-face masks and blood-red goggles. Several of them have swords–swords, what the fuck?--but all of them have guns. One of them, smaller than the others, steps forward. They tilt their head, goggles boring into Evans’ eyes, before their hand snaps out and tears his dog tags from his neck.
“Hey-!”
“Shut up,” somebody else–a man’s voice–snaps. “We didn’t ask you to talk.” Then, “We takin’ ‘em back to base, sir?”
The man holding his dog tags doesn’t answer. He just looks at Evans (or, well, that’s what it looks like he’s doing) for a long moment before his arm flies out, swinging the dog tags like a flail. They hit him in teeth (that’s a chip, ow) before the man flips over him (what the fuck?) and–hurk!
Air-air-air-air–
His vision’s just starting to go when the chain loosens from around his neck. He’s still gasping when a boot between his shoulder blades puts him flat on his face and then he’s kicked over, onto his back. A boot’s planted on his chest and a massive sniper rifle that looks leagues beyond anything he’s ever worked with levels itself at his face.
The expected death doesn’t come. After two minutes of staring into those red goggles, his assailant scoffs and steps off him, snaps his fingers and jerks his head. The man from before nods.
“Yessir. Get up, assholes, we’re goin’ for a ride.”
* * *
The ride is twenty minutes. It’s a quiet twenty minutes, but it ends when they pull up to a massive military compound. High walls ringed with razor wire, security guards, and cameras. Big gates that look like something out of Jurassic Park. And an entire army’s worth of men inside, from the looks of it; trucks, tanks, the whole thing.
What the hell?
The little man from before hops out before the car comes to a stop. Striding across the compound is a giant that looks like he could snap Godzilla in half. He stops, though, when the littler guy whistles, puts his index fingers against the side of his head, and salutes*.
“Think he and Antoine had a TC,” the giant says. “They should be done soon. Why?”
A thumb jerks back towards the jeep.
“Shiiit,” the giant says appreciatively. “He’s not gonna like that.”
Who’s not gonna like that?
The small man laughs. Not totally mute, then, and clearly not deaf. Impediment? Just an asshole?
“I don’t think it was supposed to take–there he is.”
Oh.
Oh, good God.
Evans’ first, crazy thought, is that Gotham’s Bat has gone off the rails and set this up. Then the…thing…gets closer and he can see that it’s not quite the same. No cape, for one. And the full-faced helmet. It looks more like a cyborg than anything, but it’s coming this way.
“Riley brought ya a present,” the giant calls. The cyborg stops, looks at the blond man trotting behind it, and shrugs.
“Something tells me it’s not Reese’s.”
The voice is heavily filtered, sounding more demonic than human. The smaller man–Riley (huh, he knew a Riley once)--nods and erupts in a flurry of gesticulations. The cyborg tilts its head, sun reflecting off that blue visor, and remains quiet until Riley stops moving.
“Good call,” it says, and then it’s stalking towards them. Up close, it’s big. Well-armed. The insignia on the armor is unfamiliar and the armor itself is hard and sharp, almost medieval. “Well, gentlemen. What brings you out this far?”
Nobody answers. Then, quick as a snake, the cyborg lunges and pulls Evans away from the rest of his squadmates.
“Curt Evans,” the demonic voice growls. “You’re in charge of…well, that’s interesting. Operation Pleasure Time? Thought that was a soda.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says immediately. “Who the hell are you?”
The cyborg chuckles.
“The Arkham Knight.” What the hell? Some freak escaped from Gotham? Evans has never set foot there, but one of his old squadmates had been a local. That guy was fucked up. “Don’t play coy with me–well, well, this is interesting.”
It plucks the small body camera from his vest and kicks Evans’ legs out from under him, lets him fall to the dirt in a heap.
“Drouot.”
“Yessir.”
“Tell Rogers to get into their camera frequency and run a cover-up.” It–he?--pauses. “Not that ridiculous jungle monster cryptid, something practical. Crocodiles.”
“Aw, you’re gonna break his heart, boss,” the blond says. The Arkham Knight scoffs.
“He’ll live.”
“Yeah, but he’ll be annoying about it.” 
The Knight tosses the camera over and the blond disappears. Evans swallows.
“That’s recording already,” he says, willing his voice to be steady. “It doesn’t matter what you do now, it’s been viewed.”
“Nah.” The Knight sounds incredibly entertained. “We have a scrambler. All that’s been viewed is static.”
“We’re not telling you shit.”
“I really don’t care what you’re doing out here. I just care that you keep your mouths shut, and you know what they say about dead men.”
“What the fuck–”
“Get rid of them.”
“What, you won’t even do the job yourself?” Rodreguez shouts. “Fuckin’--”
BLAM!
“There. I killed one of you.” The Knight reholsters his gun. “Happy? Now. Get rid of them. Unless…” He turns to look at Riley, who shakes his head. “Never mind. Just get rid of them. I want to see your squadron in two hours; see what you’ve learned, huh?”
*Riley actually has two ways to refer to Jason: one is the shorthand symbol for crazy (index finger spiraled near your head) followed by ASL for knight. Crazy Knight=Arkham Knight. The other is this one–Evans may not know the Family Politics here, but Riley respects, and thus salutes, very few people. So this is the more affectionate one he uses to Jason or with the Squad.
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become-jonk3r · 1 day
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yes he's bald and has no lips or nose or distinguished irises or pupils or actual skin on his face. but i love him
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in-som-niyah · 19 days
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ok another floating thought:
Jason Todd does not tolerate bad eating habits.
Iced coffee for breakfast? Absolutely not.
6pm and you had not a single sip of water? Forget it.
Having a single slice of toast for lunch AND dinner? Naur babes.
You will be eating 3 square meals a day will allowance for snacks and 'happy foods' as he likes to call them.
As soon as you complain about a headache, stomachache, light-headedness, fatigue he will tell you to go fucking eat something with a glass of water, not coffee.
Its even worse if you live together like i strongly believe he would wake up early just to make you a balanced breakfast before you go about your day.
GOD BUT IF UR IN UNI??? babe be ready bc he will break into your dorm to bring u food that he cooked u himself. (he's a loverboy duh)
no time to cook or order? He's gotchu
too tired? already on the way
exam season with barely any time to take a breath? already on it babe he'll spoonfeed you while you revise your textbook
and plus, how else are you supposed to grow as big and strong as him when you're only eating half a meal a day?
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I WANNA MUNCH ON HIS MOOSCLES SO BAD FUCKKKKK
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lethologicaee · 10 months
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arkham knight jason todd
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violet-catsarelife · 1 year
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(The evolution trigger is ✨Trauma✨)
Edit: since there seems to be some confusion about all the AU Jasons, here's a list of where they're from.
From Left to right Red Hooded Ninja: Young Justice cartoon Red Hood: Red Hood and the Outlaws (2016), DC comics Arkham Knight: Batman: Arkham Knight video game Red Robin: Death in the Family interactive movie Father Todd: Flashpoint: The World of Flashpoint #2, DC comics
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frightshack · 1 month
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fiddle diddle diddle
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Jason: The eagles won last night
Slade, not looking up: Oh did you watch the game?
Jason *covered in blood and scratches*: What game
[source]
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oumu-omu · 8 months
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No place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize; Revenge should have no bounds.
- Hamlet By William Shakespeare -
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But is also a confession of pain.
- reference of Latine proverb -
happy birthday Jason Todd
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mottemort · 1 month
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Red Hood & Arkham Knight
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