Tw Wounds - Blog Posts
He was- he was- ithurtithurtithurtithurtithurt- dying. The moments were ticking down, blood dribbling down his face and from so many wounds his vision swam.
How long had he been there? Too long. B was- he was coming, right? He had to be. His dad was coming for him. But... what if he was too late? There was a bomb, and Jason HURT and he could barely move or think or- he was crying.
He face screwed up at his sobbed, and even that hurt the cuts on his face, the J on his cheek where that-that LUNATIC carved it into him. Salty tears stung at his cuts, and his ribs ached as his breath stuttered. He didn't know what to do.
He didn't know what to do.
He didn't want to die. He didn't want to.
But he was just laying on the ground, bleeding out as a bomb tick tick ticked down.
Maybe it was reflex. Maybe the thoughts of impending death brought it to the forefront. Catherine came back for him. He wanted to stay for his dad. He could do that, right?
Jason began to pray. 'Please, let me live. I don't want to die. I don't want to leave dad or Alfred, or even Dick. I'm not ready. Please, please, please help me.'
His breath stuttered and his chest ached as cracked and broken ribs pushed painfully inside him. "Please..." He whispered. And then the bomb stopped ticking, and Jason knew no more.
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There was a cacauphonus Boom across the empty desert, and Bruce almost felt his heart stop in his chest. No no no, he couldn’t be too late. No no nononono- his thoughts only grew more frantic as he approached the smoldering pile of rubble that used to be a warehouse.
Please let Jason be out, please not my SON-
"Robin!" He shouted, voice cracking across the smoldering rubble as he dismounted his cycle and sprinted towards the still smoking rubble. "Robin!" He yelled again, voice breaking as he started sprinting along the edges, ears straining to hear something, anything-
There. At the back, barely outside of the smoldering wreckage was an unmoving pile of red, yellow, and green.
Bruce knew he didn't have the meta gene. He had checked multiple times. But in that moment it felt like he teleported to Jason's side as he fell to his knees next to his baby boy. He was covered in ash and blood, face pale around a red, carved J (don't think about it, don't let your blood boil, Jason needs a father not a murderer-) and eyes closed behind his torn mask. Fingers to pulse fingers to pulse, where wherewherewhere-
There. There. Right there was his son's heart beat. The wheezing rise and fall of his chest. Alive. Alive. His son was alive.
Batman did not cry. But Bruce did. He looked at his wounded, broken son and cried as he called the Batplane on his wrist computer. It was better not to move Jason, he reassured himself as he checked for spinal injury. And if it was because he felt like he would undoubtedly collapse again if he tried to stand up was just a plus.
"...dad?" Jay whispered, and Bruce started crying all over again.
"I'm here, I'm here Jaylad,"
"He came,"
"Who?"
"Death," Bruce's heart jolted. "Told 'em I couldn't go yet. He saved me. He came and he saved me...," Bruce heard the roar of incoming engines and hastened to make sure it was safe to move Jason. Jason had passed out again after his cryptic words, and Bruce was trying to ignore the feeling it left in his gut.
Jason had his beleifs, and Bruce had always supported him in them. Bruce himself was Jewish by his mother. He had heard of Jason's Death God and helped gather supplies for Jason's small altar that he prayed at.
Bruce didn't really believe in any God. But in a world of monsters, myths, and aliens...
"Thank you for saving my son," Bruce whispered into the air. Even if he was wrong, and speaking to no one and nothing, it didn't hurt to say it.
Bruce lifted Jason into his arms and approached the already lowered stairs to the Batplane.
God-Brother
Jason Todd is pagan. His religion is not anything related to any pre-existing cultures, but something that's based on a throw-away comment by Catherine Todd after one of her worst trips.
"He was so kind," she said in between mutterings, somewhat delirious and dangerously dehydrated. "Didn't push me to follow. Just took my hand and guided me back."
Jason Todd, who knew that her mom had almost died that time, always thought that the Death God had granted Catherine more time to be with him. That is until she took too much and not even a soft-hearted God could bring her back to life.
That faith remained after he dedicated prayers to his God; the world seemed to tilt just right when he remembered to speak to Him. It was almost like having a guardian angel.
Jason wasn't aware how right he was.
The young king fled, leaving his old life behind with the people he used to call family, to much of a monster for them to love
Amazing lineart by @thestarsofpines
Finally Danny and Wes had escaped the army of thralls sent after them by the ghost that captured them, Danny trying to block out Wes screams of how this is all his fault
“If it wasn’t for you phantom, I would never had been in this situation, but no you had to taunt the powerful war ghost” Wes rambled, causing Danny to whip around and growl
Danny threw his arms out, almost hitting one of the creepy bone pillars “I get it Wes, this is all my fault, but I think I made up for it by laying my life on the line to protect you.” He turned back around and started walking deeper into the castle “now lets just find our way out of here and we can do back to never talking”
Wes scoffed, but followed Danny deeper into the halls of the labyrinth of a palace, eventually they found a large door, presumably to the throne room
Danny nodded to Wes and pushed the door open with a loud creek of old wood, the throne room being illuminated by the flames of the figures crown as they sat atop their stone throne 
The bright flames blocked the figures face as they slowly approached carefully, clearing their throats
The figure raised their head with an amused grin “Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged to my door” sitting on the imposing chair was none other than Jeff Jefferson, Danny and Wes’s least favorite person “well don’t be disrespectful to your majesty” his smile turned smug as he glared down on them “bow down…”
Both males collectively whispered under their breaths “Shit..”
This amazingly detailed and truly worthy of our lord and savior Jeff was made by the wonderful @ovytia-art
Piece for the GK fanwork exchange event on Twitter !
I am normal about Vasily's wound... (lying)
most of my waking thoughts these past few days were about these idiots :)
in short, the gravedigger (they/them pronouns) is hard of hearing, grew up with their father and took up his work as gravedigger when he died and is generally a mellow person and since meeting the priest, is slowly getting braver again to help people, even if the person they're trying to help dies/suffers anyways. they go out every night to look for dead bodies of the beasts and any other unfortunate souls that wander the forest and put them in graves that they dig during the day near their hut (the beasts leave them alone for the most part and usually don't attack them, i wonder why :)).
in short, the gravedigger (they/them pronouns) is hard of hearing, grew up with their father and took up his work as gravedigger when he died and is generally a mellow person and since meeting the priest, is slowly getting braver again to help people, even if the person they're trying to help dies/suffers anyways. they go out every night to look for dead bodies of the beasts and any other unfortunate souls that wander the forest and put them in graves that they dig during the day near their hut (the beasts leave them alone for the most part and usually don't attack them, i wonder why :)).
the priest (he/him) grew up in an orthodox orphanage (i think?) and trained to become a priest, thanks to the influence of his mentors and parent figures. he's really anxious and nervous, but reciting prayers has helped him cope with his anxiety attacks. he got sent to the village with another priest to bring hope and a helping hand during the beginning of the plague, though things escalated and he ended up wandering the forest with an infected wound on his leg, until he stumbled in the gravedigger's hut and almost died. the gravedigger amputated his leg and nursed him back to a slightly more stable health state and they've been living together and helping each other since :)) almost forgot, but the priest also really likes wood carving and he keeps injuring himself doing it, because he's rather clumsy with knives and the like
i'll probably end up revising the pierrot's and maybe the gravedigger's designs, but that's them for now! :D
“ART sounds… scared? for me? thats illogical.”
-mb, probably
yessss that defo answers my questions! ur thoughts on compassion & community intertwined w rebellion definitely show up in ur art lol. something more specific i have been curious abt is ur version of the endings of each specific hunger games & ur characterization/portrayal of the victors at those points! if u have any more thoughts abt any of those characters or their games id love to hear.... im also very not neurotypical abt hunger games
For sure!! But this is a novel and a half so I apologize in advance (also most of this is from memory so anyone can correct me if I'm getting any details wrong)
((TW: For visual depictions of Blood, Gore, and Wounds))
I realized I'd seen barely any art showing what the victors would have looked like when they won their games. They were all just kids and I feel like it can be easy to forget that sometimes
For all of them, I made the background one of their main "weapons" but tried to make it look like its turning back on them instead since there are no victors as Haymitch said.
I'll try to explain them all more in depth individually going in the order I drew them:
Finnick Odair, 65th Games:
His main weapons were his trident and nets that he made with vines. His background is one of the nets ready to trap him.
Finnick was the youngest victor ever at only 14. I really really wanted to emphasize just how little that is. (Especially since we know exactly why the Capitol loved him from the start…) Once I actually drew him looking that little I had to step away for a bit because I made myself too sad…
Outside of just how horrific his age is as a concept, I tried to think about what circumstances would lead to him actually winning when surrounded by older tributes. I think he would have had to avoid any kind of fight he didn't have the upper hand in. We know that he got the most expensive sponsor gifts in the history of the games (a trident), so he probably got plenty of sponsors outside of that as well. Because of that I doubt he needed to go looking for supplies much if ever so it was easy to avoid people there. He was also probably in a career pack, despite his age, due to his training and his popularity, and they would have hunted other tributes down together much like the one we saw in the first book (safer in numbers). Once it was narrowing down and the pack broke is when I think he started catching people in nets. All of that is a long winded way of saying that's why, unlike the other victors I drew, I only show him with minor cuts and bruises.
Originally I was going to draw him with a kind of strained smile like he was acting for an audience from the start. But I decided I actually think its sadder if he believed he was popular because of his skill and strategy as a fighter and only learned the whole truth after he won and that's when he started acting more for the camera. Instead I gave him a more muted despair kind of look, like his world is crashing down. One of my favorite parts about the movies, mainly THG and ABOSAS, is when they give the career tributes at the end a moment of realization about what they've done, and I wanted to give Finnick his. I'm a person that believes Finnick had to have volunteered for his games. I think he would have legitimately believed in the propaganda the career districts were fed and had a bit of a (very middle school boy) ego about his abilities. (I was NOT expecting to write so much about his lmao)
Enobaria, 62nd Games
She's most well known for ripping someones throat out with her teeth. (Her background is her sharpened teeth getting ready to eat her.) This is treated by The Capitol, and by Katniss, as grotesque and terrifying blood lust (Which obviously the Capitol loves her for). However, and I'm not at all the first to say it, that sounds more like a terrified and desperate attempt to survive a fight she was losing and an example of hysterical strength. We know that Career packs have had bloody betrayals in the past and I can see Enobaria being a part of one of them. Enobaria doesn't have a canonical age, but I decided to put her on the younger side (15 or 16.) I can imagine some of the older, bigger tributes deciding she was the weakest link towards the end and that was the result. I tried to make the blood around her mouth and down her shirt look more faded, like she tried desperately to wipe it off (Also I had to step away from drawing again after I drew her little tooth gap)
I think she probably leaned into the bloodthirsty image afterwards as a way to protect herself and (maybe even started to believe it too)
Annie Cresta, 70th Games
Annie's known for losing her mind after seeing her district partner decapitated in front of her. After that, she ran off and hid until the game makers started an earth quake, which made the large dam in the arena break and cause a huge flood. Annie was the only survivor because she was the strongest swimmer. So I decided to make her background dark water that's churning up and over her head. I also think it can work well as a way to show her mental state in the moment (and afterwards) Annie is actually one of my favorite characters in the series and I've been writing out a plan for a possible comic series about her that'll go more in depth about my headcanons for her. (when I say comic series, I mean sketches and oneshots, not a full thing lmao) It wouldn't take place during her games (outside of a few flashbacks when I need more context), instead it would start at her Victory Tour and go into her first (and last) year as a mentor for the 71st Games. Which is a perfect segue to-
Johanna Mason, 71st Games
Johanna is actually first mentioned early on in the first book when Katniss is wondering if the reason Peeta is crying is because he plans to act weak and helpless as a strategy in the games. (Katniss, he just found out he has to fight in a murder tournament with his crush. He's just Sad.) She bases her theory on Johanna, who pretended she was a "sniveling, cowardly fool" in the arena until the final stretch of the games when she proved to be deadly with an axe.
OR….. Katniss is an unreliable narrator and Johanna was actually a terrified kid from a district with so few victors that she was the only name in the bowl for the Quarter Quell… This is totally just a personal headcanon of mine tho lol. I think there would have been a point in her games where she realized she actually had a chance and that's when she seemingly had a huge character turn around. Maybe there was a infighting with the careers that ended in multiple deaths and there was only a few left along with any other tributes hiding away like her. Maybe she poked around what was left of their camp, found the axe, and felt strength from her district.
Her background was a little harder for me. Just slapping a big axe behind her felt cheesy. But them I remembered her saying there was no one left that she loved. So instead I put trees that could represent her loved ones (Two fully grown trees, a younger "teenage" tree, and a sapling) that are in the process of being cut down.
Haymitch Abernathy, 50th Games
Don't worry, I'm almost done. I don't have as much to say about Haymitch since we know SO much about what happened in his games. But his background was probably the hardest for me. His main weapon was invisible after all. I thought maybe the axe that was used, but again, That would look cheesy. I tried (and kinda failed imo) to draw the cliff side the force field was on instead. But the main thing I did was split the three panels I had on the previous drawings into six for two reasons. 1: Because he had to face twice as many tributes in order to win and 2: Being the only victor of a district that's tributes are seen as fodder for the blood bath means he had to meet and watch the death of twice as many kids every year.
My poor sweet boy Sampson broke his spur off again. 😥
Not sure if it's the same one as last time. I assume he may have tried to get my other rooster through the fence and got it caught up.
Either that or he did it getting on the roost for the night, but I didn't see any blood on anything else. Couldn't find his missing spur either, and it's a big piece to just up and go missing. They're at least two, maybe two and a half inches long each.
Anyway, I went back inside after putting everyone up and grabbed a new syringe from the medicine cabinet. Filled it with water and grabbed the antibiotic spray from the pet cabinet along with the chickens' vitamin powder to add to their fresh water.
Went back out and rinsed it out good with the syringe. Then, I sprayed it with antibiotics and added a pinch of the vitamins to their water.
Hopefully, he'll heal up well, but I'm liable to keep cleaning it for a few days.
A question answered! Continued from >HERE<. Transcript for mobile users:
Question - @cyberlights said: Hello Dear Council, I noticed the uniforms of the Valor students in a couple of the responses, and was wondering, what are the uniforms for the other aspects? Are they primarily the same or are they diffrent for each aspect?
PANEL 1 - Karpiel, Balthasar and Calandra watch Ira's stunt by the railing. Moni and Migi are occupied in the background. Rest of the class either watch it too, or occupy themselves otherwise. Karpiel - Argh! Balthasar - We have to do something..! Calandra - We have to stay put on our asses Balthasar. Calandra - Miguel.
PANEL 2 - Calandra turns back to Miguel. Calandra's fate insignia glows. Miguel - Calandra? Calandra - *whispering* Sheri had contraband on her.
PANEL 3 - Miguel hold's up Ira's phone, behind him Moniqa coyly snickers. Their hope insignias glint. Moniqa - Ku-huhuhu. Miguel - When?
PANEL 4 - Scene change, possibly Pandemonium Fortress. Mephisto is drawing an alchemist circle on the floor with his blood. The ritual's focus is a justice insignia. In the background his shade is blasted off screen by Adria. Narrator Auriel - Diablo was aware of his and our realm's downfall at the very end of the prophecy. Or at least he told us so. He sought to change the Fate of our realm. He even deemed he got the blessing of Archangel Itherael to do so. And so the sum totals of the Prime Evil Tathamet battled it's very self to waste most of it's power and reach out to the Nexus. Mephisto - Hrrrrrgh. Wrong realm. Bad Adria. Narrator Auriel - To get help.
