I Know Your Heartbeat

welcome to the world

suddenly struck with thoughts about the devastating concept of Jason Todd

because he was good. because he had a bleeding heart despite every reason not to. he loved school and was good at it. he was the first to be adopted, with little pretense of guardianship. he did everything he could to be a perfect Robin and live up to an impossible ideal. he only ever wanted Bruce and Dick to like him.

because he met Bruce in the same place and on the same day that Bruce's parents died--the single defining moment of Batman's existence. and he made Batman laugh. he hit the Dark Knight, Terror of Gotham, with a tire iron. he wasn't afraid of the man who turned fear into a weapon.

because he couldn't save his mother from herself, but he tried. because he was too good not to try and save the woman who gave him up. too good to play the Joker's game. the crowbar didn't kill him, the bomb did. he died knowing he wouldn't make it and tried anyway. he died a hero.

because other Robins have died, but none of them put an irrevocable tear in the mythos of Batman. because Jason Todd always dies, in every universe. he dies for the sins of his father. he was put to death by popular vote, sacrificed by the crowd. doomed by the narrative and doomed by the audience. the boy who only ever tried to prove he was good enough--wasn't good enough.

because he has every reason to be angry. because he didn't ask to be murdered, didn't ask to be brought back, and when he did everyone acted like he was better off dead. Bruce tried to kill him and nearly succeeded. he's blamed for his own death and blamed for his resurrection. he can never come home because the house is haunted by his own ghost.

because he's been the hero, the victim, and the villain. because his family and his writers and his universe don't know what to make of him. they don't know how to look his tragedy in the eye. and how can you?

it hurts to look at the hero who cannot be good enough, the victim who will only ever be angry, the villain who can sometimes be right. the audience hates to feel complicit and, in this exceptional case, they are.

I have started a human au of transformers, this is my design for a human hot rod

This is the original design for him with the original design for arcee

Art collab with @moviesarefun1

Mb but I just couldn’t draw those cuffs, so I ended up not adding them 😔

chilling in the keyblade graveyard with grandpa

I got distracted and forgot but here's a Medusa sketch

Its time to kiss women and beat up your grandpa (zeus) for fun <3

I’m going through a lot of old drawings I’ve done, I’m wanting to redraw these especially the mitsuri

These memories may stay forever, but...

I think the overall point of ATSV/BTSV isn’t just rejecting tragedy itself because bad things happening isn’t a Spider-Man thing, that’s just life. And like Peter B Parker says, good things happen just as suddenly, and that’s life too. But in the meantime you’re supposed to do what you can without letting it define you or your story, which is what invokes Miguel to create an algorithm designed to erase the concept of unpredictable tragedy itself, even if it facilitates it. Hell, Miguel is so poorly adjusted from what happened to him he rejects and takes extreme offense to *any* irregularities, even if it’s a human being like Miles. But Miles trying to save his dad now that he knows what’s going to happen? That’s just doing what you can. That’s just being Spider-Man