I'm taking back the crown I'm all dressed up and naked I see what's mine and take it
— Emperor’s New Clothes, Panic! At The Disco
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I'm taking back the crown I'm all dressed up and naked I see what's mine and take it
— Emperor’s New Clothes, Panic! At The Disco

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despite everything it's still painful
Even on the outside, an egg is still fragile.
Doodle while i do other stuff for now
can anyone recommend any de-aged jason todd fics? or a member of the fam gets de-aged and only wants jason?
jason centric of any kind honestly
I need need people to have a crush on jason and that man being committed oblivious it can be the younger generation of heroes you know how when you are young you haves a crush on your friends brothers or sisters or it can just be random people online or in their neighborhood please please please someone write some fics like that man drives a motorcycle and exclusively wears leather jackets and is built like a tank with a leathal face card are you serious

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My beautiful shojo delinquent husband
Last summer i accidentally sat in on my bed and looked at the mirror and thought wouldn't it be cool if there was a drawing of red hood on a rooftop in exactly this position. so i did it
can you also tell i had the time of my life sketching and lining the hair
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"This is the way the world ends—Not with a bang but a whimper." The Hollow Men; T.S. Eliot.
Oh, Jason. The tragedy that you are.

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Batfamily reunion, kinda ?
Not my idea: https://x.com/tocartss/status/1897135638438404416?s=46&t=zkCvxQnVoZvDMu4v7483qg
@maxine11454 ur giving me excuses to draw them more
what are your favorite lantern!jason fics?
Many of the Red Hood’s men know who he is under the mask. They know who he is because, believe it or not, they care.
Getting drunk with your boss is never a good idea, but when that leads to the Red Hood’s throwing off his helmet to throw up, leaving his face exposed, it does seem to have a silver lining. When one of his men recognised his face, recognising the face of the young boy that everyone in Gotham had seen plastered all over the news so many years ago, because that boy had died, they knew their boss had some explaining to do.
Lots of them were fathers, trying to provide for their families, so when they found out their boss was practically a child, it felt a bit odd to them, because what if that were there child—running around with guns, bombs and the likes?
The Red Hood’s too men sat him down one day, explaining to him what they had seen, explaining that they wouldn’t tell anybody, that they were just worried.
The Red Hood, or rather Jason, had cried, cried and told them to get out or he’d kill them, to get out because he wasn’t a child, not anymore, because that had been taken away from him by some sick fuck that was somehow still living.
None of them left, for once they didn’t follow orders.
One of them, a father to three beautiful daughters, pulled Jason into his arms, rubbing his back and whispering soothing words only a father could manage. He told Jason that it would all be okay, that he was so brave for doing all this, that it was okay to cry and need help sometimes, that they would all be there for him, that they would pick him up when he couldn’t do so himself, that they would take care of him when he needed it.
From then on out they kept an eye on the Red Hood, never letting him drink unless it was for an undercover mission, unless one of them was nearby because they knew he couldn’t handle his alcohol, and they didn’t want him hurt. They no longer allowed him to smoke, or ‘test’ some of the drugs they were selling to make sure they were ‘high quality. No, none of that, despite Jason’s constant threats.
It was comforting to Jason, in a way, that no matter how much he told them to stop, how much he’d threaten them, they didn’t stop, it was comforting because he really, truly didn’t want them to stop, he was just scared.
I have this very self-indulgent headcanon that, despite all Jason's genius cooking, there is one recipe he can't recreate, no matter how hard hard he tries, and it frustrates him. It is not even a hard one. In fact, it is the simplest dish in the world... and still, he fails to find the right way to bring it back to life.
You see, back in the time, before Willis got arrested, Catherine was more or less functional kind of mother. Yes, they didn't have any kind of luxury — they lived in the same street, in the same dishevelled house, with their clothes old, sewed back countless amount of times — but they survived. Willis brought money back home, and more often than not, Jason had a full stomach. And Catherine cooked to him.
Every dinner, she brought him the same yellow scrapped plate with warm, salty pasta. She always smiled shyly, as if trying not to burst with apologises for the repetitive meal they could afford, but Jason didn't mind. He loved it. It was warm, it was tasty. It was everything he wanted.
And then, Willis got in prison, Catherine fell a victim of addiction, and Jason... and Jason didn't eat anything like that for a long time. And when he finally did, thanks to Bruce and Alfred, it tasted differently. Not bad, not at all... just differently.
For years, he tried to recreate his mother's recipe (Catherine didn't even do anything special — she boiled a water, she added a salt, nothing special) and all fruitless. He died, got back — and still! Still no success.
What is it that his attempts are lacking? Why can't he cook it?
He lost so many memories along his way, but this one — this exact taste on the tip of his tongue — he could never throw away, even if he tried.
So, he tries, tries, tries-
And never succeeds.

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Be Afraid
I'm taking back the crown I'm all dressed up and naked I see what's mine and take it
— Emperor’s New Clothes, Panic! At The Disco