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whumpetywhump · 22 days
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Are You Human, Too? - Ep. 3
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robinrites · 2 years
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Day 18: "Well it's cold, cold, cold"
Title from: Cold Cold Cold by Cage the Elephant
Happy whumptober day 18! Prompts: Break the Ice, Treading Water, "take my jacket"
Summary: Jason Todd has been captured by Dr. Freeze and is currently being held at near freezing temperatures, but when he's offered warmth in exchange for information on his family, will he take the chance?
For as long as Victor could remember, he’d always had a fascination with cold. Maybe it started when his mother fell in a frozen lake when he was young, or maybe he just liked it because it was interesting. The drop in temperature coupled with the disappearance of the sun fascinated him. The anonymity cold weather provides is always a nice bonus. No one spares a second glance if you’re wearing several layers and your face is obscured by scarves and gaiters. 
The cold had a way of slowing things down. Nowadays people will jump at the chance to sit in a sub-zero chamber for health benefits. Ha! Victor would pay money to see Batman in line for one of those. Cold had a way of being debilitating, something Victor has grown fond of as he’s gotten older. No one wants to leave the house unless they have to, streets are cleared out all because of a little blizzard. He found that if he was really careful, he could break into wherever he wanted and no one would notice until the snow began to melt. Fresh snow would cover his footprints anyways, so why’s it matter? A big blizzard paired with a couple of well timed robberies, a regular scheme that remains mostly foolproof. Occasionally the Bat will come out, try to stop him, only to fail. The snow belongs to Victor Fries. 
Victor looked at the shivering boy in front of him and couldn’t help but laugh. “What’s wrong Boy Wonder? Cold?” 
Jason gritted his teeth and shook his head, “No one calls me that anymore.” 
“Oh, where are my manners, Red Hood.” Victor circles Jason menacingly, “Don’t be so surprised, of course I figured it out. You and Robin #2 share a lot of the same moves.” His cold hands brush Jason’s face, just under his domino mask, “I could just remove this…” His fingers grip the bottom, preparing to pull it, before he removes his hands and laughs. “No, won’t do that. Then the Bat will definitely not be happy.” 
“It’s not Batman you should be worried about.” Jason spits out through gritted teeth. Cold handcuffs bind his wrists to the arms of the metal chair he’s in. His jacket, socks and shoes, and utility belt sit discarded on the floor inches away from him, just out of reach. 
“I’m quaking in my boots.” Victor watches Jason try to suppress a shiver and fail before laughing again. “See, this is why Bats and I have an agreement. Keeps you stupid sidekicks from harms way.” His hands brush Jason’s cheek before grabbing his chin, “Guess you didn’t get the memo.” Jason yanks his head out of Victor’s grasp, growling slightly. 
“Keep your cold hands off me.” He barks out, trying to disguise the chill he feels. 
Victor backs away, “Fine. Seems like you could use some time to cool off anyhow.” He leaves, but not before pausing as he closes the door. “Let’s see if you’re still feeling this way in a couple hours, hm?” 
The door slams shut and Jason instantly drops his head so it rests on his chest. In. Out. He forces himself to take several deep breaths, ignoring the puffs of cold air that appear on his exhale. After he manages that, he works to take in his surroundings. Unfortunately, the room is pretty bare, if he had to guess he’d say it’s an extra lab space, or a really big supply closet. The room is mainly empty, save for a few empty shelving units along the walls. A quick wiggle tells him that his chair is bolted to the floor, which means tipping it over to try to grab his stuff isn’t going to work. Jason hears a fan turn on, and turns his head to see cold air start to blow out of a vent. 
“Fuck.” He whispers through chattering teeth. He pulls his shoulders in and tries his best to make himself smaller, in hopes that it’ll keep him from completely freezing. 
Hours later, the fan finally drones to a stop. Jason feels like his eyes are frozen over, icicles form on his eyelashes. He hears the door begin to creak open and looks up to see icicles forming above it from the condensation. Victor Fries struts in, still in that goddamn cryosuit, looking none-too-bothered by the sight of the vigilante before him. 
“Are you having fun yet?” He sneers, smiling at the way Jason has to crane his head up to look at him while keeping his shoulders hunched. 
“Puh-please.” Jason stutters out, his teeth chattering regardless. 
“Tt, now Red Hood, I don’t have time for stuttering or incomplete sentences. I thought you were supposed to be the most well read of your bunch.” 
“S’cold.” 
“That’s kind of my whole thing, in case you hadn’t noticed.” 
Jason hazily looks down at his hands, which are nearly blue. The skin has begun to split around his knuckles from being exposed to the cold. “What-what do you want from me?” 
“Are you suggesting I’ll give you warmth if you give me information?” Jason weakly nods, which brings a big smile to Victor’s face. “Then let’s start with this, you tell me your real name and I’ll do that.” 
“I- I can’t tell you that.” 
“Tch, then I guess you aren’t going to get any of that soup I just made.” 
Cold tears fall down Jason’s cheek, nearly freezing as they do so. “Please, it’-it’s so cold.” A shiver wracks his body, as if he needed help to prove his point. 
“It’s a very simple request, Red Hood.” When Jason still doesn’t reply, Victor turns to go. “Oh well, maybe you’ll be feeling a bit more chatty after a couple more hours.” 
“It’s Jason.” He answers, so faint it’s almost inaudible. “J-Jason Peter Todd.” His head falls down so it rests against his chest again. 
“Huh, guess you’re a better listener than I thought.” 
True to his word, Victor returns shortly with a hot bowl of chicken soup. Jason begs to hold it in his hands, in hopes that the warmth will somewhat transfer from the bowl to his cold hands, but Victor refuses. “Either I feed you or you don’t get it.” Is what he told Jason when he asked. After the soup is gone and Victor leaves, the warmth fills Jason’s chest for at least a little bit longer than he’d thought. 
Part of Jason hopes that Victor will return and ask him more questions, maybe he’ll even get a blanket for his efforts. The other part hopes Victor will stay away, better to not be tempted by those things. Jason wants to believe the team would understand if he gave away meaningless secrets, but he knows those aren’t the kind of questions Victor’s likely to ask. His name was an easy one, who cares about him right? But Jason knows that giving away Bruce’s identity, or anyone else, is a huge no go. He only wishes it wasn’t so damn cold. 
When the door reopens, Jason forces himself to bite back a sob. I’m not strong enough. He thinks to himself as shivers rack his body again. He’s gonna ask me for things I shouldn’t share and I’m not gonna be able to say no. I’m just so, so cold. 
Warm hands find their way around his arms, a jacket--or blanket-- appears around his shoulders. Jason wearily opens his eyes to see Batman- to see his Dad and brothers, standing in front of him. He sobs, falling forward into Bruce’s arms the minute his hands are free, allowing himself to be sucked into the warmth coming from Bruce’s suit. 
“Th-thank you for coming.” He sobs out, face still pressed into Bruce’s chest so his words come out slightly muffled. 
“I’m only sorry we didn’t find you sooner.”
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imxthexhandler · 1 year
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" you're shivering. here, take my jacket. " (from barney)
( @wildthiiing)
"I'm fine," Amelia lied. "Don't worry about me."
She was freezing. She was shivering, even as she tried to hug herself to refrain from trembling from the cold, trying to only breathe in and out through her nose to keep from making that puff of 'smoke' from the chilled air.
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fractangle · 10 months
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Pride month vest project, a patch a day #29: Wheat But Not Bread, Fruit But Not Wine
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halfa-failure · 3 months
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he looks a bit wonky
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lotus-pear · 10 months
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lore accurate chuuya canonically drives a 2006 sparkly barbie motorcycle
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hinamie · 13 days
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just looking at these hand poses was enough to give me carpal tunnel and that's how u know they're prime megu material
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kayvsdoodles · 2 months
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⭐ boys ⭐
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cerulean-fantasy · 9 months
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💜✨🌠🌟
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sherbetyy · 4 months
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i think it’s funny he has a tie of himself
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ithinkdogshouldvote · 6 months
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Rouge-like tendencies, courtesy of grandpa
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yesokayiknow · 5 months
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also i can't believe fifteen physically took half of his clothes and fourteen STILL didn't change his suit. how about after getting actual therapy you do some retail therapy next
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solarpunkani · 1 year
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"Oh no, someone's attracted to the aesthetics of my -punk movement but doesn't know the praxis and history behind it like I do--"
OK. Tell them. Make it a teaching moment. Everyone who's in your movement learned the background from somewhere at some point, maybe this is that point for that person. Give them a jumping off point that they can dive into later.
"Oh but I shouldn't be responsible for teaching baby -punks about the history and the how-tos and--"
OK. Then don't tell them. You don't have to be responsible for teaching people with a budding interest in your group the ins and outs and how-tos. That's fair and valid! It can be a lot of work. Someone else will handle it
"But I'm annoyed that they would try to claim to be part of/be interested in my community without knowing all the details that I know after being in it for months/years/decades, they're dumb, they're posers, they're--"
OK. Then don't engage with them, if it's that bad. Maybe someone else will come around and tell them the history, maybe they'll pick it up on their own, maybe they'll just enjoy the fashion elements for awhile.
"But they shouldn't claim to be part of the -punk community if they don't know the--"
I feel like we have a few options here. People can either talk to them, share the history, share the values, share the praxis. Or they can just chase off anyone who even thinks about dipping a toe in their community, and then wonder why it's dying off later down the line.
I dunno, maybe I'm too naive and patient or whatever. But if people are entering your -punk spaces without knowing The Rundown of what you feel they need to know, maybe being nice about it and informing people instead of immediately assuming stupidity and malicious intent could help you make a new friend. Even the loudest voices in a space had to learn from somewhere, and not everyone has the luxury of being in the space as the History was Happening--whether it's an age thing or a not being aware of the space thing. Or maybe I just don't see what the big deal is behind people hating people who like the aesthetic of something and don't know the behind the scenes history about it yet.
Because I believe in the word 'yet.' No one comes into this world knowing everything about everything, and we're all constantly learning new things. I'm not gonna degrade someone and call them a poser for not knowing what I know. Because if it were me, interested in a scene but getting chased out and called a poser? I wouldn't hit the books and study up, I'd go 'that fuckin sucks, those people sucked' and then avoid anyone and anything having to do with it.
So chase people off and call them posers if you want. But if your community starts dwindling, don't be fucking shocked.
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lavender-rroses · 8 months
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//JRWI RIPTIDE SPOILERS
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squeezing some designs out before it all goes to shit
(individuals + initial sketch under the cut)
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i have so much brain rot they are taking over my every waking hour
the best thing about these designs is that they will never be consistent i draw them differently each time but i just wanted to do this for fun
also whyyy is it so low quality oops
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acaesic · 2 months
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the idiots of oz bassline. you agree
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ja3yun · 29 days
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he is giving loser!hoon in an early 00's teen movie that has a crush on the popular girl so he gets a makeover to impress her
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