A Dying Star

Those who understand understand.

another old repost time! beloved silly headcanon that zuko got a tattoo during his banishment days (plus a side of zukki)

this art is great. i like the zukki and i love Zuko having a tattoo.

“lol why are you following the boobs and ass artist” why do you think I’m following the boobs and ass artist. do you think I go to the grocery store ironically too

I used to draw it for a friend.

Batman (on the phone with Superman): Hey can you bring Banana Muffins?

Superman: What?

Batman: Remember when I call you for banana muffins I need you come. Banana muffins!

Cracking me up so hard that Batman's secret identity is soooo fucking famous, plastered all over the media since he was a little kid, instantly recognizable to most if his cowl gets taken off and the same goes for all of his kids the second they're associated with him.

And Superman's secret identity is just like, a guy. He's just a guy so hard that he flies around with his literal face out and then just goes back to work and everyone's like "hey Clark" and not a single person thinks "ah yes Superman is a reporter". Bruce WISHES. Lex Luthor has met both identities no mask and didn't realize SHIT. If Bruce tried to go out in his Batman suit but not his cowl everyone would know where he lives 😭

If you are into podfics, emblepods on ao3 has started a FANTASTIC version of eye in the sky. I listened to it this morning on my walk and I was dying laughing at some of the intonation and supremely impressed by the serious parts.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63679036/chapters/163237228#workskin

HC that Bruce's Brain chemistry was literally changed by witnessing his parents murder that he wonders sometimes if he would have had a healthier reaction if it didn't happen in front of him, so each time he gets gravely injured, he just smoke bombs his family and vanishes to bleed in some distant alley on his own, and each time Clark just finds him and brings him back

i giggled

taroth; the star, the sun, the hanged man

inktober day 2: discover

*sends a message* they hate me they hate me they hate me they hate m *gets a reply* oh hey cool! *types something back* they hate me they hate me they h

honkshoo mimimi

that’s it. that’s the comic

Im so used to seeing negative artist comics. this is refreshing!

Batman Beyond

Terry Mcginnis from Batman Beyond

Having Bruce meet his younger self is such a power move and also so fucking dickhead of every writer who ever does it because-

Thats a fucking kid

That is a child. Bruce can’t with children. He cant- he cant be cruel he can’t not reach out and try to comfort

But thats also him. Its him goddamn it and that well of self-hatred goes deep. 

Its him but its a young him, a grieving him, and goddamn it he can’t see a child in pain, and damn he reminds him of Dick and now he’s hugging his younger self but also he’s repulsed and can’t and 

Arghhh its so hard for me to articulate but but but you see what i mean right???😭 please tell me someone understands…

ok wow all hell- y'all took this post to a place i never expected- and also ouch I think y'all hurt me more than I hurt you which is not fair-!

Anywho- to clarify- yes when I originally wrote this I had full intentions of you interpreting it to be a young Bruce- as in newly orphaned, eight or nine or ten year old Bruce who is just struggling and trying to survive day by day

But then y'all started fuckin talking about older Bruce- like early twenties- and then about what age he meets his young self at- whether a dad or not yet- and ouch now you have me thinking about more- so I'm gonna rewrite this post and include allllll angles:

Bruce(age 40 or smth, has kids and dealt with the world and his self hatred is lower but never zero) with his younger self(ages 8-10ish): Bruce sees this child, kneeling alone and sobbing and mourning and he steps closer without even thinking about it, settles down, squats nearby, the way Jason liked, the way Stephanie was partial to- no forced contact- don't initiate touch, wait for them to come to you, let them know you are present and there for them- but don't crowd. And after a few moments of sniffling silence, this boy turns to him, and Bruce almost falls back because ouch. He knows this alley, of course he does, but its been more than a few years and he's lived and grieved and seen much worse and somehow nothing can compare to watching your parents get gunned down in front of you. And that's the emotion on Lil Bruce's face. He's small and whimpering, and he's missing his parents and now here is someone who is gentle and kind and weirdly familiar and he rushes Old Bruce and hugs him and Bruce can't turn this child away, can't deny him contact after so many touched starved, contactless years, and after a slow moment his hand rests on the boys back and he curls around him, and before he can stop himself he's murmuring words of reassurance, that it will get better, that he can still heal from this, that these things take time- and that he shouldn't rush his grief. Maybe, just maybe, if he can spare his younger self this, then it won't be as hard later on. If he can spare Lil Bruce the crushing, all consuming grief he never let settle, instead allowed to fester and never let consume him whole but swallow him, lodged in his throat and stomach and forever sinking it in- maybe things will be better.

Bruce(age 22 or smth, newly Batman, still living his life as a suicide mission but trying at least to help) meets this little hunched figure, Bruce, age 8-10ish, and can't breathe. Immediate and all consuming rage floods him and he can't help it. He sticks out his foot and Lil Bruce goes flying. He lands hard, face scraping against the concrete, and Bruce is fairly certain he hears a wrist snap as Lil Bruce hits pavement, a small whimper squeezing from his throat. And Batman disappears before the boy even sits up, looking around for the source, angry screams of "How fucking blind to your surroundings can you be- how weak-" echoing in his ears as all the voices of his toxic mentors and his own all consuming thoughts erupt within him. And a while later it happens again- but this Lil Bruce is running, running from the bullies, the big kids, and he slam into Older Bruce and cowers, and Bruce hates the feeling of joy that rises within him, hates how he relishes the fear on Lil Bruce's face, but the bullies are coming, and Lil Bruce ducks behind a trashcan, completely concealed because he's so small. And Bruce sits there a moment, contemplating, because he can hear the running footsteps, the smacking of those tennis shoes from those boys at school that he remembers all too well. And nothing would delight him more than to beat them the way they did him. But.. they haven't yet. And Lil Bruce screams at him, but Batman doesn't listen, not as he drags the boy, kicking and flailing from behind the dumpster and dumps him in the older boys path, whisking away on a shadow before the sounds of his younger self's screams can reach him.

Bruce, age 40ish, meets Batman, age 23ish. And the first thing he feels is sorrow. Such aching, bone deep sorrow. His younger self looks at him, sizing him up, that inflated ego still there, the hatred brimming up to the surface, and the first words out of his mouth are snide, rude. "You look old. Weak. Is this what I become?" Bruce reaches for him, and Young Bruce flinches back, but before he can argue Bruce has his windpipe crushed beneath his fingers, watching his younger selves face turn blue, and wonders where it went wrong. Where he went wrong. If he does this now... does it end his suffering? Young Bruce were years he hated and now, despite all he's overcome, can never admit to. They were... dark times. The Darkest even, which is saying a lot. But Bruce releases, steps back, as visions of black hair and blues eyes drift across his eyelids. Young Bruce wheezes and staggers backwards, eyes blown wide. Bruce doesn't know what to say. So he does what he did best then. And he flees.

Bruce, age 30ish, meets Bruce age 20ish. And Bruce has lost. He has lost so much. And he sees Bruce 20ish, just back from his tour of the world, fresh with training and no real life experience, and he sees red. He rips into the younger version, no remorse, no pulled punches, and at some point he's just hitting a punching bag, because his younger self has stopped fighting back. But Bruce can't stop- because because because- because he's sloppy and he's weak and if he can't protect himself how can he ever expect to protect Dick? To protect Jason? Younger Bruce doesn't know who all comes to rely on him- doesn't know what he is risking and it makes Bruce livid and he won't stop- can't stop- not until Bruce is limp beneath his fists, his breathing shallow, not until he is coated in his own blood, not until at least twelve bones are broken in his body, not until he can feel tears streaming down his cheeks because he had so much. And he blew it. And why doesn't his younger self understand that? Why can't he just understand? And he curls around his younger self, tucks his hair lovingly out of his face and hugs him as he cries in a pool of his own blood.

Bruce is about 40-50ish and meets himself, age 20ish. And before the younger version can flinch back or criticize or do anything, Bruce has the younger man crushed in a hug. And Bruce flinches, freezes up. He doesn't hug back. But he also doesn't fight. And it's all Bruce can ask for. "I'm sorry." He whispers, the only thing he can say. "I'm so sorry." He cannot stop or save his younger self from what he will go through. He cannot change what future awaits him, and he cannot warn against it. But he can offer this. A single moment of comfort. Of solidarity. Of genuine affection, when his younger self will have so few to look forward to. "I'm so sorry." he says, and means it with his full, heavy, guilt ridden, grieving, and healed heart. "I love you."

oh ouch that took something out of me. Have this chunk of my soul that y'all etched from my body. Uh. Thanks. I hate you. Bye. Enjoy. Ouch. I love you.

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-so i tried tagging everyone who reposted im so sorry if i didnt catch you pls tag them if you know they did and i didnt um anyway you all shot a bullet at my heart so yeah we're all in this together✌️