Where everything is Hallmark and Homos

deandraws:

I’m hardcore scribbling today. Have some “Joy”. (Jason/Roy)
(For a friend that is new to fandom and shipping.)

(via thren)

outofthecavern:

aionyu:

I’m not sure what i was thinking drawing this? I think he’s pulling down Jay’s zipper with his teeth, yes, that’s it. For reasons.

This is pretty damn hot

aionyu:

roserelease:

aionyu:

Another scribbleh. Jason & Roy.

I couldn’t resist~ Your art is simply too good for me to not get inspired. (Also, a major thank you for giving me permission to keyboard smash this random fic! ♥)

Mask - Roy/Jason

It’s just a helmet.

Okay, it’s Jason’s helmet, which kinda sorta maybe complicates things a little bit. Which sounded ridiculous, the more Roy thought about it. What he had in his hands was literally just a stylized piece of protective head gear that was way lighter than it looked. Aside from the actual manufacturing of said helmet, there shouldn’t be anything complicated about it.

And yet the more he marveled over the the finer details of the red helmet, fingers grazing over the fine lines engraved over the sides of the smooth, blood red surface, the more he began to realize how wrong he was.

Because it’s not just Jason’s helmet, it’s also his mask. And like any mask, it concealed and protected its wearer. And although the front is designed specifically to replicate a human face – Jason’s face, Roy realized with a gulp – it is devoid of emotion and anything vaguely lifelike. The lenses are thick and one-way, and the black that outlined them only served to make the face look harsher. Very little of Jason that goes beyond the physical can be gleamed from its surface while it is worn, if anything at all.

Nothing got in, nothing got out.

 … Although sometimes, while Jason’s wearing it, if you catch it at just the right angle, the mouth almost looked as though it was either smirking or frowning. But each and every time Roy suspected that he’d finally caught something attempting to escape from below the surface, it was immediately gone in the blink of an eye or tilt of Jason’s head. Even now as he stared at it, it appeared empty. But he can’t look away. Some silly, eternally hopefully part of him thought that if he just kept staring, just kept searching, the helmet would eventually divulge him anything he desired to know.

Roy snorted. Yes, share your secrets with me, Mr. Helmet, he thought as he lifted the helmet up higher and closer, inspecting it with far more scrutiny than before. Like that was going to happen. He’d have more luck just asking Jason anything he wanted to know, and the most he’d get in reply would be some smartass quip that very well could be an honest answer. But who the hell can tell when Jason always cocked his eyebrow and smirked in a way that can effortlessly make a person question whether or not they even remembered to put on pants that morning, in spite of any evidence that definitively says that yes, they did.

Still …  He brushed the calloused pad of his thumb across the helmet’s thin lips. A shiver raced through him. He couldn’t help but wish that getting to know his partner could be that easy. Or getting close to him, for that matter. Just talking to the guy could end up feeling like one big mental obstacle course, with a design that changed every time he attempted its challenge.

If only Jason didn’t keep pulling away. If only Jason trusted him more, opened up to him more. If only …

A loud and sudden fake cough jerked Roy out of his reverie. Slowly, he turned his head and met an incredibly bemused Jason, who leaned against the doorway of Roy’s room, arms crossed, fingers rapping against his forearm.

Roy’s eyes darted between the helmet and Jason several times before he dared to form some semblance of a coherent sentence.

“It’s not – I wasn’t …”

Jason stared.

“What I mean is that, well, it was just sitting there inside your drawer, and you were out and …”

Jason’s eyebrows rose higher. The faintest hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of Jason’s lips. Lips that were identical the one his thumb had been tracing, memorizing. That his thumb was still touching. His throat went dry.

Roy sighed. “There is absolutely nothing I can say to make this look less badly than it already does, is there?”

Jason shook his head, and for a brief moment Roy thought that Jason’s smirk was going to widen, but Jason reigned himself in and kept a carefully passive face. “Probably not.” Still, that didn’t hide the amusement that glimmered in his deep blue eyes. “But you’re more than welcome to try.”

Roy didn’t say anything. How could he possibly talk when his heart was pounding viciously in his ears and his stomach was threatening to leap right out of him through his throat? Goddamnit.

Jason pulled away from the doorway and walked up to him. He extended his arm and flexed his fingers. “If you’re done ogling my helmet now, I’d like to have that back.”

Roy pursed his lips. “I wasn’t – whatever. Take it. Keep your secrets. They’d probably just give me a headache anyway.” He shoved the offending object into Jason’s hand as he hurried past him and out of the room, hoping desperately that the sudden heat that flushed across his cheeks was just his imagination fucking with him and nothing more.

He was only halfway down the hallway when he heard Jason calling out, “Next time you want a private date with this thing, let me know ahead of time. I’ll even pencil you in myself! Sound good?”

Too embarrassed to say anything, much less turn around and look at him, Roy simply flipped Jason the bird and kept right on walking.

Wow, so much thought into Jason’s helmet. Besides the idea of it resembling Jason’s neutral face, I really liked the line about possibly imagining a smirk/frown when looking at it at the right angle. Maybe Roy is just starting to understand Jason’s body language or tone of voice for him to see it on the mask… Well, besides seeing the slight upturn of the lips in the comic, lol.

And then Roy’s whole contemplative and intimate moment gets ruined by Jason himself, complete with teasing. Poor Roy. 

Aw, that was great.

(via outofthecavern)

outofthecavern:

Most people voted for Joy~

So I did it them

Jason and Roy~

Lazily colored 

redhoodsandbloodyhearts:

ovrdressed2kill:

Jason/Roy?

Jason loves Roy’s hair

redhoodsandbloodyhearts:

First draft of my request to aionyu

I originally asked for cuddles but I received groping (which is just as epically absolutely amazing because hnnggg) 

I have her permission to post this up

aionyu:

JOY for redhoodsandbloodyhearts.

Sorry, sorry ;~; This is like, a grope and not a cuddle… I drew a cuddle, I did, but it was so ugly-looking so I scrapped it. Then this started out as a cuddle, but… it turned.

;A; oh my word, it’s beautiful and wonderful and your skill makes me weep