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dishonor on your cow

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cathrel / 周芳美 / ace / artist art commissions are OPEN. [ lordzuuko.carrd.co ] #my art tag PLEASE DON'T REPOST MY ART! redbubble shop / instagram twitter / ao3 / ko-fi more links under "more"
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Carrd version. I’m open for commissions to save for a new laptop T_T. I think the graphic shows everything with the additional fee for extra characters. I'll be accepting Paypal only. 

More artworks are found in my art tag. I have some organized pages here per fandom (voltron, pjo, free!). 

THINGS I CAN DO

  • Characters from any fandoms
  • Ships/pairings don't matter to me and it's no problem at all!
  • Feel free to order a shippy art ;)
  • Original characters
  • Real people or yourself
  • Simple flat backgrounds

THINGS I WON'T DO

  • Porn
  • Elaborate background

THINGS TO KEEP IN MIND

  • Please provide references or a detailed description.
  • Added fees may apply for additional stuff and level of difficulty.
  • Please be patient with the turn-around time.
  • If needed ASAP, I have a prioritization fee of 40USD.
  • The artwork is for personal use only.
  • I’ll be accepting payment in USD via Paypal only.

If you're interested, email me at cathrelr@gmail.com with the subject Art Commission [insert something unique here] so I can keep track of everything.

Thank you so much for taking your time to read this! This will help me out! 

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Tim, looking at Conner: Isn't he just so handsome? Jason, appreciative: Yep. Tim, offended: EXCUSE ME? That's my boyfriend? You already have Dick. Need you lust over mine? Jason: WTF? You asked?? Yanno what. Ask me again. Tim: Isn't Conner just so handsome? Jason, shrugs: Meh. Not really. Tim, offended: EXCUSE ME? WTF JASON? Are you saying Conner is ugly? Is Dick just the most handsome guy to you-- Jason, throws hands in the air: Oh my god there is just no winning with you!
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Batfam Headcanon

Batfam Headcanon that Dick might be the most open to cuddles. But it's Jason who's the best to cuddle with. (Part 1)

Listen that dude's huge. He has the muscle mass of a bull, and he has the visceral fat to support it. He's the ideal cuddle density. Enhanced metabolism means he runs warmer than a goddamn furnace.

But here's the issue: He's more likely to kneecap the person in hugging range than cuddling them.

So, it's starts with Cassandra, surprisingly.

They're staking out at the harbor on a December night. Cassandra's teeth can be heard chattering a mile away, while Jason looks—completely fine—no indication of any emotion whatsoever, but Cassandra can see the nervousness radiating off the kid's body in seismic waves, shoulders slight curled defensively, and the subtlest lean of his posture towards her.

Suddenly it clicks, and she inches near his hulking form slowly and presses to him. Dick's fabled furnace warmth was right, Jason's so warm, despite the layers of kevlar.

Jason stills, and so does Cassandra, she thinks she's broken something very delicate, maybe irreparably, Jason doesn't have a lot of good memories associated with touch, she should've asked, she should've—but Jason just breathes,

"Jesus Christ, Cassie", and puts an arm around her small frame, and Cassandra doesn't know who sinks further. Her, or Jason into the touch. When was the last time someone held him? Touched him without the intent to harm?

Suddenly she remembers being alone, the aching hollowness no fire or fireplace could chase away. That was only filled by hugs and gentle touch and hair brushing and curling up next to Baba and—

It's an aching hollowness she knows so intimately well.

Jason drapes his jacket over her, it's like being engulfed in a heated blanket, and Cassandra puts her arms around him wordlessly.

She's so warm and comfortable and safe in the hold.(They have their differences, but her brain never picked up anything malevolent, the idea that Jason mufht hurt didn't even cross her mind).She doesn't realize when her eyelids start getting heavier.

"Wake me up if I fall asleep", She says, just incase.

/|\ ^._.^ /|\

Jason doesn't, she wakes up curled up in the Batmobile, assailants apprehended, Jason's jacket wrapped around her.

The NEWS says there are no casualties.

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wickedbats
Jason: Which one of you son of a bitches ate my strawberry cheesecake? It was bitch to get it!
Damian: I have manners, Todd.
Tim: Not a big fan of cheesecake.
Dick: I didn’t even know you kept food here?
Jason: So none of you are going to say the truth? [takes out a bat]
Tim: Whoa. That’s a little extreme.
Damian: I expect nothing less from him.
Dick: Jason, we didn’t eat your cheesecake! Put the bat down!
Alfred, coming in: I ate the cheesecake, Master Jason. My apologies.
Jason, putting the bat down: Oh. It’s okay, Alfred. It was an accident. [leaves the kitchen]
Dick: Did you really eat it?
Alfred: No. It was Master Bruce. He took a bite before I could warn him. But I know Master Jason would’ve been furious with him.
Tim: You made the right call.
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