Thewalkinglamppost - TheWalkingLampPost

One of my favourite questions for figuring out a character’s motivations is which qualities they most fear being assigned to them. Are they afraid (consciously or unconsciously) of being seen as stupid? Ungrateful? Weak? Incompetent? Lazy? Cowardly? Intimidating? Like they actually care? etc.

It’s such a fun way to explore into who they are, why they do what they do, what they don’t do out of fear, and how they might be affected by the events of the story. And I love when characters have negative motivations—trying to avoid something (in this case, being seen a particular way) as much as they’re trying to achieve a goal.

Listening to Batman Unburied again and it’s such a vibe for the spooky season🎃🙌

doodling some of the bats as how they exist in my brain

First drawing of the year! I love this ship lmao and I just had to redraw the titanic scene with them.

Also, I will NEVER draw them as related to each other,- they are NOT siblings! I will never view the sibling timeline as canon, because it ruins Halloween 1978 completely in my opinion and I WILL throw tomatoes at anyone who argues otherwise!! The Halloween 1978 and 2018 timeline is superior!!!

Tobey Maguire Spider-Man "it's a hard knock life" fancam hours

The past and the present

Late Ekko-Powder (Jinx) halloween fanart as Coraline and Wybie!

sometimes you're forced to confront the fact that your father will always die for you and you have a very public mental breakdown about it

Tim stared at the projector, biting his lip nervously as he watched an alternate version of Diana and Hal hold down a howling, begging alternate version of Dick as their Bruce vanished through the door, infected blood dripping onto the bomb strapped to his side.

"How many?" his version of Dick asks quietly beside him, the kind of quiet that reminded Tim of the hiss just before a kettle really started screaming.

"Well, it's hard to say, I cannibalized the tech off Evil-Alternate-Superman-42 and it's good but not good enough to scan the entire multiverse so any data is collects isn't really-"

"How many, Tim."

"-conclusive..."He sighs, but doesn't keep fighting. "....98%."

Dick's eyes widen behind his mask. Tim keeps going, pushing it all out as a single blow.

"Counting all the times Bruce dies 98% of the time it's for one of us."

Because it really wasn't just the first Robin, Tim had had an illuminating 36 minutes watching a version of Bruce slip the only intact gas mask over his Tim's unconscious face, whisper that he loved him, and then asphyxiate. Tim is... Tim is just not going to think about it, is what Tim is going to do.

Unfortunately that doesn't actually help. Which he supposes is fair because they did just watch 22 different Bruce's sacrifice themselves for 22 different Richard Grayson's- they had both silently chosen not to talk about the couple of times it had been Richard Wayne.

He vaguely remembers a universe where Bruce was a cat, maybe that would cheer- aaaaaaand Dick was turning on his heel and sprinting down the watchtowers hallways.

Tim thinks of giving Bruce a warning, thinks of a whispered I love you to an unconscious body that would never hear it, and keeps his silence.

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His eldest, for all his theatrics and love of drama, isn't one to interrupt a meeting for no reason, so when Dick storms into one Bruce is ready for a catastrophe, a natural disaster, one of the family to be in critical condition. What he gets instead is this.

They all startle when the doors open and Dick's steps, usually so quiet, slam against the floor.

"Nightwing is there something-"

"Dude, we're in a meeting-"

"Are you-"

Bruce says nothing, watching the furious set of his son's shoulders as he rounds the table, eyes locked on Bruce's like a raptor diving for it's target. Dick's always been a creature of focus once he has a goal, has always used that focus to ignore his own agony. So he stands, setting his shoulders, becomes the stubborn wall he's known as.

"Everyone out," he barks, to immediate protest.

"Excuse you?" Hal raises his eyebrows, "for one you don't dismiss us and for another-"

"Tell me you wouldn't die for me."

Everyone swerves to look at Dick, jaws dropping.

"Well of course he wouldn't," Ollie chuckles after a moment of stunned silence, so quick to diffuse the tension with a joke, something Dick usually goes along with, "he'd have to love anything other than-"

"Shut the fuck up," Dick snarls, voice as guttural as when he plays Batman, furious in a way he never is with the other heroes. The tension ratchets further, and Bruce is grateful when Superman ushers everyone out, shooting worried looks at the both of them.

"What is this about?" Bruce stalls. He can guess. Tim's been making noise about the multi-verse watches since that alternate Nightwing had let him keep the broken extra one that he'd had on him, refusing to explain why the one of his own wrist didn't quite fit him, just like he'd refused to explain his utter, consuming hatred of his world's Superman. It wouldn't surprise him if it had begun to eat at Dick, if he'd felt compelled to go looking. He's just surprised Dick didn't already know that Bruce would die for him, would chose his son's life over his own every time, without thought, without question, without regret.

A small sketch. I love them

and Stucky

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