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mwhahaha ok so @allie14f sparked some motivation in me to add into the meme post I did… this one is much funnier /j

Also this is what I was ORIGINALLY gonna post and then I kinda just went all over the place.

Time and place.

Comics: Mikey has a C.T.S. (AU?)

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This is a true story based on my real life.

I was diagnosed with this condition a month ago, and I decided that since Mikey is an artist, he will have the same thing as me.🙃

I decided to do everything in the form of a comics and everything that will be described in it and everything that Mikey will experience is 100% true.

I do not know how soon I will update the comic, because I cannot even bend my fingers, I am silent about cooking / drawing / holding anything.

The doctor forbade me, but I do...

It happens. 🙃👍

I've attached a video of myself drawing with a bandage. The video shows Mikey in the last fragment. I hope you get a little pleasure from his funny faces and my attempts to draw them.

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(I want to say that I adore everyone! Thank you all so much for your kind words and time spent! I am always glad to see you! 💕

Have a good morning/afternoon/evening!)

(My God...My arm is going to fall off..)

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Song:

(The video contains an accelerated version of the song)

So no head

Thinking about the Bats suppressing their injuries and how yes, they have crazy high pain tolerance, and yes, they are in peak human condition, but ALSO, they do Too Much Shit sometimes and have definitely made injuries worse by accidentally ignoring them

Like, imagine one of them throws out their back doing something Totally Normal and Mundane so they just. Ignore it. Because I literally sneezed, it can’t be that bad, right?

(Spoiler alert: it is that bad)

Tim, moving more slowly than normal and grimacing every few seconds: damn maybe I pulled something

Jason, stopping by to pick up some things he needs while Bruce is out: ?? What’ja do?

Tim: I dunno, but my back really fucking hurts and I’m starting to get all numb and tingly

Jason: ?!?!?

Jason: How long has it been hurting????

Tim: I don’t know??? I guess, like, a few hours???

Jason: What did you do????

Tim: I DON’T KNOW, MAN, IT STARTED AFTER I SNEEZED

Jason, laughing: YOU HURT YOURSELF BY FUCKING SNEEZING????

Tim: THAT LITERALLY CANNOT BE THE CAUSE

Jason: I dunno man, kinda sounds like it

Jason, in tears: Maybe it’s time to retire

Tim: FUCK YOU IM FINE

Tim: WATCH I’LL PROVE IT

Tim, about to do a backflip: oh fuck- OW

Tim: *passes out from the pain*

Jason, still laughing his ass off: Nice landing, Timmy!

Tim:

Jason: Timmy?

Tim:

Jason: Tim?

Jason: oh shit—

Jason and Bruce had an intense fight, which somehow led to an even more intense heart-to-heart

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Jason: … *feeling awkward since he spilled his guts on how Willis still affects him*

Bruce: … *wringing his hands* I called Alfred Dad once… when I was younger…

Jason: *turns to Bruce* ?

Jason: I mean… yeah? Isn’t he basically your Dad and everything?

Bruce: *chuckles softly* Yeah, now. But definitely not back then.

Bruce: He got so… *closes eyes as he searches for the word* mad at me.

Jason: *in disbelief* Mad??? He got mad??

Bruce: Maybe that’s not the right word, but that's what it felt like. He wouldn’t talk to me for two weeks. And even after, he was… distant.

Jason: That’s so fucking cruel! Why would Alfred…? *Jason scowls but relaxes slightly as Bruce throws an arm over his shoulder and snuggles with him*

Bruce: I wasn’t allowed to go outside yet. It was still too fresh from my parents' death, and being swarmed by the media would be… bad. I was stuck alone in the manor with the only person I could talk to giving me the worst silent treatment of my life.

Bruce: Honestly, some of the things I had to go through in my childhood... I don't know why Alfred did the things that he did, or why I had to go through it. But... it happened.

——

Bruce can feel Jason get angry before he can see or hear it. He can feel how his son’s body tenses up, as if he were moments away from jumping off the couch and storming the manor to search for the old butler.

Bruce squeezed him closer and ran his fingers through Jason’s hair, wincing as he snagged a few unbrushed knots in the tangled mess.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Bruce murmured, unable to suppress the small smile that crept up on his face from the grunt Jason let out, incredibly reminiscent of when Jason was barely up to his waist.

“It’s not,” Jason argued, turning slightly and pushing his face into the crook of Bruce’s neck. “It’s not. Why didn’t you tell us? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Bruce knows that Jason doesn’t mean the questions to sound like accusations, but he winces at the tone anyway. None of his kids can handle being left out of information, even if Bruce deemed it unimportant, like his history with Alfred.

“Alfred was put in a very… difficult position,” Bruce said slowly, tugging gently on one of Jason’s curls. “I’m surprised he kept me. I’m not the easiest person to take care of. You know how I am.”

“That shouldn’t matter if you’re a child.” Jason snapped. “It didn’t matter for you when it was me!” Jason huffed, then paused. “Right? It didn’t matter, did it?”

“I’d go back a trillion and one times to take care of you over and over again. You and all of your siblings.” Bruce chuckled. “But… I wanted you. Wanted all of you. I had a choice. I… I took that away from Alfred.”

Jason grimaces and squeezes Bruce’s hand, pulling his Dad away from the dark thoughts he was bound to fall into.

“Alfred was forced to take care of a traumatized problem child when he only signed up to be a butler. He most likely figured that my parents would shift my custody over to another branch of the family if it came down to it.” Bruce’s fingers twitched with the urge to scratch at his skin, give him something to control, unlike his emotions. “He wasn’t prepared. Who would want to take care of their dead employers' child?”

“But-“

“Alfred is only human, Jay, even if he acts like he’s not,” Bruce said firmly, tilting Jason’s head so he could look into his son’s beautiful green eyes, filled with the determination and need to defend his Dad. “I forgive him. For every mistake that he’s ever made. For all the mistakes he will continue to make. I… I love him, nothing will change that.”

Jason was silent, staring off into the distance as Bruce continued to play with his hair. He turned over what Bruce said in his mind. He could tell that Bruce still hadn’t told him everything, and maybe he never would.

“I forgive you, too.”

“You don’t have to.”

“… yeah. I know.”

Damian: I can’t believe you have decided to marry one of my worst enemies.

Stephanie: I know. But we’re getting divorced in 6 months besides it’s not actually me. It’s Presley who’s gonna be legally married to him

Jason: Has anyone ever told you both that this friendship is really fucking weird?

Damian: Fuck off Todd

Stephanie: Jay, you have no idea what a heathy friendship looks like how would you what’s normal?

Jason: Jesus fine! I’ll go.

Stephanie: Anyway, look I know that we had plans but since I’ll be gone I have instructed Dick to be my replacement.

Damian: And you believe he can handle it?

Stephanie: I hope so. And if anything gets screwed up we can fix it when I get back and obviously there are a few things we have to put on hold.

Damian: I’m not going to have to watch our shows with him am I? He speaks through the whole thing, it’s bothersome.

Stephanie: Oh god no! I wouldn’t subject you to that. We’re gonna have to pause those for now but he will be taking you to your first little league baseball game.

Damian: Is he going be dressed in that ridiculous outfit again with that horrendous large red finger?

Stephanie: Probably. You know how he gets. Let’s just hope he doesn’t start a fight in the stands again

Why would you kill him like this…

Reporter: “Mr. Wayne — our readers are dying to know: What’s the secret to your youthful appearance?”

Bruce Wayne, proud owner of five reconstructive jaw surgeries, three separate sets of veneers, a handful of nose jobs, and whose skin only sees direct sunlight through the Watchtower portholes on odd Tuesdays: “Botox and medical grade skincare.”

?????? rich people are losing it

Dick remembered a word to say when people are yelling!! man, I wonder where he learned that...

He does get very upset when he learns it's bad to say,, Bruce isn't mad of course he thinks it's hilarious

Dick: hey, B? Bruce: yeah? Dick: do you think Alfred would tell you if he was getting too old to drive? Bruce: *snorts* I went driving with him the other day Jason: and how did it go? Bruce: *remembering the drifting and spins Alfred did while smirking at Bruce’s terror* I think he’ll be doing burnouts over our graves

imma say this and then i’m gone ….

BLACK IS BEAUTIFUL.

Final/Part 4: Messing with straight hair!

Part 3: Combining shapes, braids, and textures! And utilizing parts and fros!

Okay I JUST realized I never posted these on here—- BUT BASICALLY, about a year and a half ago I started doing these experimental black hairstyle posts that were threads long on Twitter, to give artists a source of inspo for their black ocs whose hair they wanted to try something new with! There’s more to black hair than just the selected styles portrayed in media, and I thought it would be fun to show people how much texture, shape, fades, length, and style can be combined when drawing black hair—-cause it’s a kind of manipulation our hair can do irl! The OG posts were lost with the hacking of my original Twitter account (@/bagels_donuts) but I’ve since reuploaded the whole thread to my new Twitter (@/ItsDonutsFR)! I hope artists on tumblr find these useful, sorry it took me so long to post them here😭🙏🏾 I’ll upload them all in parts!

Part 1: Long masc hairstyles + playing with fades

lmao what if

tim: hey bruce i need to tell you something

bruce, already having a migraine: ...yes?

tim, fucking vibrating out of nervousness: dad i'm gay

bruce, face going completely blank:

tim, already making a plan to establish a vigilante identity separated from the bats and to move to costa rica:

bruce, inhaling rapidly with tears in his eyes: hello gay, i'm dad.

Babies

[corner a cat, get scratched!] ฅ₍⸍⸌̣ʷ̣̫⸍̣⸌₎ฅ

He is immune to the plot

Credits to @sreppub’s Goobins AU.

Bruce Wayne struggles to say “I love you” to his kids but is always doing things for them without being asked.

Steph: yeah, my check engine light is on and I have no idea why.

Bruce: *immediately grabs car jack and is outside with the hood open*

Tim: M&M’s are so good, man!

Bruce: *fills center console of Batmobile with M&M’s*

Duke: I love when birds sing so much. It’s always nice to wake up to

Bruce: *hangs birdhouses and bird feeders outside his window*

Babs: I just need one more book to complete my collection.

Bruce: *has a first edition on her desk at the library first thing in the morning*

Jason: I heard the new Mario Kart is fun.

Bruce: *buys it and a switch and puts it in his mailbox*

Dick: yeah, I really like their new album.

Bruce: *get him VIP tickets to the concert for him and five people*

Cass: I’ve been meaning to put this shelf up but I keep putting it off.

Bruce: *hammer and leveler teleport into this hands*

If anyone asks, he doesn’t acknowledge he did any of this or he shrugs it off with a “yep.” He’s a man of action, not words. He cares deeply and doesn’t know how to show it.

In which Jason is reconnecting with the bats and is forced to go to mandatory bonding sessions every week with each bat, one on one. Things like Dick forcing them to learn stunts, Damian dragging him to art lessons, just them making him do what they find interesting.

Then he reaches Tim’s day, and they meet at like a coffee place or something, and he's just kind of like:

Jason, awkwardly: "Soo, what do you like?"

Tim, just as awkward: "Uh, I listen to music a lot.."

Jason: "Yeah, same. I love Pierce the Ve-"

Tim: "P-Pierce the Veil? I LOVE Pierce the Veil!"

So, they initially create a Spotify playlist together, chill while listening to or talking about music and bands. They eventually decide to take guitar lessons together. Tim on lead guitar and Jason on chords, because his hands are too fucked up to have his fingers move that quickly with that much precision.

They start learning how to play their favorite songs and make a YouTube channel, posting covers of Pierce the Veil, Set It Off, Get Scared, occasionally Lorna Shore and Escape the Fate, etc.

They start to gain a steady stream of fans and start writing their own music to post, all on their set bonding day. Jason even starts cancelling other bats’ days to hang out with Tim to write music and fuck around at skate parks or something. They get gigs and whatever and have tons of fun.

The bats don't know about all this until they're sent a random location and time without explanation in the group chat. They gear up for a steak out or patrol or ambush or something and walk into this raggedy club about 10 minutes after the time to surveillance their surroundings.

They walk in to see Tim and Jason jumping around on stage in their punk outfits and spiked hair like a bunch of lunatics, Roy on drums behind them and they're screaming their hearts out while a mosh pit forms in the crowd.

They are very jealous that Tim has had such a great outcome from his set bonding day and try to create the same results. They do not try to connect with Jason’s interests, and instead push him more into their activities.

Jason does not like this, and ends up cancelling his bonding days. He and Tim get a shitty apartment together and rent out a studio for their music, and Tim is declared Jason’s favorite bat.

The others (mainly Dick) wallow in sadness at every Instagram post or dumb TikTok they make, and Tim and Jason are just having the time of their lives.

Batman, how the f**k did you imply that!?

Bruce coming home from a justice league meeting going up to the bat computer Tim is sitting there Dick is leaning on the chair to look at the screen, Bruce sits down taking his cawl off and just looks up at the bats on the ceiling Dick and Tim notices Bruce's odd behavior.

Dick: uh you okay B ?

Bruce let's out the most exhausted sigh Dick has ever heard from the man. This makes Tim stop typing and look over as well

Bruce:... I might have implied that I was...

Bruce's voice trills off into a whisper.

Dick: what?

Bruce: that as Batman, Bruce Wayne is my sugar daddy...

Tim:...

Dick:...

Bruce sighs again.

Dick: this is why you need to tell them your identity dad

Bruce: unfortunately I can never tell them now because I will die of embarrassment

Dick: B you have to tell them

Bruce: do you want me to die of embarrassment Dick?

Timmy in a flowy floor-length gown (think Ethel Cain's white dress) with pearl accessories Bruce gifted him on his birthday

Damian and Tim bond by Tim taking a photo then Damian painting/drawing it.

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Tim: I got this photo of the sunset with snow

Damian: printed?

Tim: yep, no blur

Damian: leave it on my desk.

Tim: *places photo on desk and leaves*

—-

A few days later

Tim:*sitting on bed in room*

Damian: *comes in and without a word places a painting of the photo onto Tim’s bed and then leaves*

Tim: *silently takes it and hides it away*

Bruce, walking in: hey just wanted to-

Tim: oh hi

Bruce: what was that?

Tim: nothing, just Damian

—-

Bruce: Dick, Tim and Damian never speak. I’m worried they aren’t getting along again

Dick: Their brothers their bound to have disagreements

Bruce: no… I keep seeing them leave things for each other. It could be death threats but by the time I go to check they are gone

Dick: oh… I could ask Damian

Bruce: please

—-

Damian and Tim go sightseeing btw

do not ask

do not ask me about horrible goo boys

Edit: took my notes out of the tags.

#because i have no further information. they came from the muck.

#bruce’s boss doesn’t fucking want them. she says theyre his problem

#congrats bruce. you cant rent a car but you’re a father of 3.

adding more notes:

it started with one. then horrible goo boy prime started... splitting. there were three goo boys by the time bruce fumbled together a chemical solution to stop the duplication process.

gotham is not doing so good, ecologically. bruce was supposed to be analyzing different samples of the goo that excretes from the streets sometimes.

alfred always warned that boy about playing with that goo. it's unsafe. probably. bruce has always been drawn to it.

the boys love to fly and go to school and fight crime and creep dad out.

save a horse (the sequel) 🐎

normal and legally distinct way to leave a room

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Damian and Tim bond by Tim taking a photo then Damian painting/drawing it.

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Tim: I got this photo of the sunset with snow

Damian: printed?

Tim: yep, no blur

Damian: leave it on my desk.

Tim: *places photo on desk and leaves*

—-

A few days later

Tim:*sitting on bed in room*

Damian: *comes in and without a word places a painting of the photo onto Tim’s bed and then leaves*

Tim: *silently takes it and hides it away*

Bruce, walking in: hey just wanted to-

Tim: oh hi

Bruce: what was that?

Tim: nothing, just Damian

—-

Bruce: Dick, Tim and Damian never speak. I’m worried they aren’t getting along again

Dick: Their brothers their bound to have disagreements

Bruce: no… I keep seeing them leave things for each other. It could be death threats but by the time I go to check they are gone

Dick: oh… I could ask Damian

Bruce: please

—-

Damian and Tim go sightseeing btw