THIS is amazing
Best thing I’ve ever seen.
omfg funniest thing i have watched in a long time,love it
everytime i see this - REBLOGGED LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER.
OMG THE DRAG QUEENS LAWL
THE END O.M.G LOL
SPREAD THIS LIKE HERPES CHILDREN.
So many F bombs o-o
But the message is lovely….
also. THE GUEST APPEARANCE HOMG
I am so amused right now.
I am just so pleased. This is perfection.
would’ve been better if kingsley was in this!
oh god, i love this. don’t hate on the homos.
Ohgod that little girl. l;skdfj;lskdjf “DANCE, BITCHES.” LMAO
GNDSU9IGNIOUGTNOIGTE THE LAST PART “WHERE AM I I JUST BORROWED THIS TOP” FNDIJGOPIGTRD
I LOVE THIS
Mimi asked for Mer!Tim and seeing as I’m SO in love with aionyu’s Mer!Tim I totally reffed him.
Go check that shit out!! D< It’s amazing
So I couldn’t sleep again and decided to add to this ficlet thing I started in Julie’s stream, since others wanted me to write it and Julie said i should reblog with the fic. Inspired also by aionyu’s mer!tim too, of course~! I feel as if I have ruined it by finishing it, though it wasn’t really good to begin with >_> So I apologize in advance for my horrible writing skills (or lack of). so sorry U_U
/hides under blankets
The young man stared at the mysterious, yet beautiful creature. He had always thought mermen were just of folklore, but to see one for real…
He found himself intrigued, wanting to know more- about this creature, where he came from.
As he got closer, he noticed the merman flinch but didn’t move. Those eyes, those gorgeous, alluring eyes were looking at him with fear and interest and curiosity.
The merboy was trembling- out of fear? anticipation? Even he himself didn’t know. He just knew that the human he had been watching was approaching him, and that he should get away. Fast. Mer-people were not allowed to interact with humans. They weren’t suppose to get near to shore. He needed to get away! If only he hadn’t decided to get close to these rocks, he wouldn’t be stuck here now. He could drag himself off. He needed to..
He didn’t move as the human reached only a few feet from him.
The young man bent down next to the young looking merman and reached a hand out to touch him. The merman took in a deep breath, but didn’t move from where he was. He let the human touch him lightly. Those fingers on his skins, hesitant. The young human could feel the other trembling through his light touches. He also noticed, however, that this beautiful creature wasn’t as wet as he though he should be for a being living in the waters. How long had he been on these rocks?
He frowned and looked up at the merman’s eyes. He found that those eyes were still watching him, with much the same curiosity and fear as before. But looking at his face this close now, he also noticed that the other didn’t look so well.
“Do you…” he started, hesitating. “Do you need help? Getting back in the water?”
The merman just looked at him. Then turned his head to look back at the ocean.
The human wasn’t sure if the mer-creature even understood him. He realised that at some point he had pulled his hand back from touching the other. He reached to touch the merman again, the touch making the other turn back to him. Using his other hand, he reached under his back to pull him up. As he did so, the young merman brought his right arm up to touch him. The merman bit his lip as he slowly slid his hand down the humans face, until he reached his shoulder. He could feel himself getting weaker. Had he been out of the water that long?
The young human pulled him closer, pulling closer and holding harder as he got up. The young merman was actually light than he had thought. He made his way, carefully, down the rocks to find a good place to leave this magnificent creature. He only looked down once to see the merman resting his head to the humans chest, eyes closed.
He didn’t want the merman to leave yet. There was so much he wanted to know about him. He wanted to talk to him, though he doubted he understood human language. He didn’t want to let him leave. But he needed to be in the waters. It’s where he belonged.
He slowly let go of the young merman when he had found a good secluded spot, mostly in the water himself. He looked at the other, beautiful blue eyes watching him as he was letting go.
He didn’t want leave yet. He was finally so close, and touching, the human he had been watching. He had wanted so badly to get close to him, and now he was. So close he could feel the humans body heat, could hear his heart close to his ear. But the other was letting go now. It was time for him to go back. Back where he belonged.
Kiral, you should definitely, definitely write more
I really enjoyed this, the non-specific description, lack of names and all that, gave it a kind of creepy and almost voyeuristic feel. Like as if there was someone else watching what was happening
I really liked Kon, his need to touch and his want to help this creature even though he knows nothing about him. I could imagine him being all touchy feely in a situation like this
They both get so lost in their own thoughts which just feels so in character to me and as a result don’t say the things that they wanted to eachother.
The only thing that I thought could have concluded it a little more was to have had Tim say something before ducking away; a thank you? Making Kon realise that he could understand etc.
Unless of course he doesn’t understand in which case PERFECT
It’s lovely tho! You don’t give yourself nearly enough credit!
“Even though you’re gone, the memory of you will always remain…”
For Juuuuurie, because she likes Tim/Kon, hands and angst. <333 Post-IC.
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF FFF FFFFFFFF
This is soooo pretty.
LOL and then Tim plummeted to his death because KON IS DEAD
Tim….what are you doing?? What, what what are you doing?!?!?
But no, really, hands mmmmm, lol i was just browsing arounf and then HRNNNGG LOOK AT THESE GORGEOUS HANDS…those look liek Teal’s hands… AND…AND ITS FOR ME?!?!?
I’m so rucky ♥♥♥
Thank you bb
So, had no internet for the last few days. Was at a Alison’s trying to get shit ready for a convention in a week and a half.And she couldn’t get the internet to work on my computer which was frustrating as all hell.
It’s purely volunteer work for the con and all profit goes to charity which is pretty badass.
So I do some of the artwork.
Emma brought all her nail painting paraphernelia with her and TADA~ Captain America. The movie only came out here today and I’m not gonna get to see it till next tues…sob
I’ve lost 2 stars ;w;
This is for http://kaciart.tumblr.com/
Even if we never really talked, your art always has been such a great inspiration. Starting with your KH comic Memory Lane, I’ve been a fan, even though it took me quite some time to find you again ;w;
And now, you are one of the reasons I got into the DC fandom, with all those pretty pretty pictures…
So here you go, I hope that you have a wonderful day! :’DD
And now I’ll crash for bed, it’s almost 5am, ahaha… ///D but this just had to get done immediately. Yay for Kon looking drugged. And yay for Tims outfit which I got from Young Justice’s 25th issue. I’m so creative.
Sorry for taking so long to get to this!! I was visiting my family ;w;
Oh man! This, this is sooo cute ;w;
I love how close they are, how lost they look in eachother! *________*
It’s just so pretty!!
Thank you so so much and fff, your words ;w; SO SWEET. Thank you!! ♥♥♥
belated birthday present for KaciArt!
I hope you like ittt!!!!!!!!!!
Oh GOD SAVI DDDx THIS IS GORGEOUS
Mannnnn, they are just the most, THE MOST, adorable little creatures.
I love their faces, Tim looks so hesitant ;____; and did i mention adorable, because if i didnt, he’s ADORABLE!!!
And Kon just looks absolutely besotted! This is precious! Thank you so so much!!! *squish*
To Kaciart, One of my favorite artists. *3*
Crisssss, OMG Thank youuuu!!!
FFFFF Just got back from visiting my family with extremely limited ne
This is just so lovely! Man I just love how possessive Kon is being mmmmmm “This is mine” and Tim’s all ‘yep, I can work with this’
Dear Miss Julie (put your last name here),
We may not know each other that well since we first talked to each other somewhere in June 2011. And that was like, a month ago? I mean, I can’t compare myself with Teal or your long time fans who has been following, long enough, at least to know what you like and guess what kind of personality you have.
I don’t know you, you don’t know me.
I’ve told you how I can get jealous with your ability to draw great things. But I also told you I befriended you not because of your drawings. It’s you who I want to be friends with. Not your
amazing, perfect, lovelysketches that could kill people because of the awesomeness.
It hardly even a month since we’ve talked to each other so I can’t say that I know your personality. I may not know everything about you, your life, your abilities, your weakness, your friends, your preferences, or anything that you wanna share with your online friends and fans.
I just … I love the way you are that I know of right now. I do not know what I’ll learn about you in the future but I just hope that we’ll at least stay contacted if anything bad happens between us. I mean who knows.
I just want to also include my apologizes for everything that I am that you’ve known. I’m sorry for being me, I’m sorry for making you look bad, I’m sorry for being emotional
and completely ruined your life, I’m sorry for being so awkward BECAUSE YOU’RE TOO AMAZING JUST LIKE TEAL.
I am just a fan to you and Teal. I can’t really be as the same level as you guys. I’m just not supposed to be in that level.
I do wish we could be friends.
Not just for bed-related purposes.
So … erm …
Good night. And happy birthday, dear Julie.
p.s: To Teal, we can have apple flavoured jello fight if you want? D8
Awwwww Abby my darling,
You are just so precious! And even though it has been such a short time that we’ve known eachother we’re friends. You are such a kind person and so generous.
ESPECIALLY to me, you draw me so many gorgeous things. And you really have no cause to be jealous at all because your art is just wonderful all the time.
I’m pretty honest, the me here is pretty similar to the everyday me. I don’t believe in being fake so if you’re content with me so far then nothing much is gonna change.
This picture, Abby, omg….THIS IS GORGEOUS! Konnnnnn, did you go to hawaii and get those specially for Tim. And Timmmm, working so hard he’s fallen asleep.
This is just the cutest thing!!
Thank you so so soooo much Abby!!! ♥♥♥♥
Luvsss and heaps of cuddles
ps. my surname’s Doherty X’DD
I think Billy would be very passive about bullying and tolerate it to a point after what he had to deal with
He will raeg on anyone who picks on his adorable Billy.
Tho he would know to have cut the Hulk strenght and just trash them normally 8D
While my scenario doesn’t exactly match this, I wrote a fic. :> It’s longer than I intended, but … HAPPY BIRTHDAY JULIIIIIEEEEE~ ♥ You’re such an awesome person, and I hope you have (and keep having) a fantastic day. ♥♥♥
Teddy sped up a little as he moved through the crowd, impatient. He really, really hated being late- but then, how was he supposed to say “No, Mrs. Campbell, I don’t want your cookies and I don’t want to hear about your granddaughter” when he and said homeroom teacher had had such a comfortable relationship for this long? After all the times she had let him out of class early or had been there to supply him with good advice or a little gossip, there was no way he could just brush her off as she had come toward him with that plate of cookies. Homecoming always meant baked goods at his high school, so he really should’ve seen this coming.
Either way, Mrs. Campbell had slowed him down, and now he was late. The thing was, he was normally never late because his school got out ten minutes earlier than Billy’s. This change bothered him, made him aggravated, tempted him to shift into something slightly larger and push his way through the crowd. Or, for that matter, fly above it.
But that was just silly, because there was the school now, and Billy would be waiting at the front gate, and Teddy couldn’t wait because he had pre-bought tickets for the movie Billy had been talking about for weeks-
And just as quickly as it had appeared, the smile slid from Teddy’s face. Because there was Billy, right at the front gate.
But he wasn’t alone. Because he had chosen the worst possible day to be late.
Billy look impossibly small compared to the kids around him, all hulking sports guys who immediately reminded Teddy of Greg. Dressed right up for Homecoming, it looked like they had been in the process of heading to a party. But here they were, having their own party. They crowded around Billy, pushing him around like a ragdoll and laughing like it was the funniest damn thing in the world.
Things got very quiet for Teddy, apart from the sight and sounds of that group. He could hear the scrape of Billy’s sneakers against the concrete as he stumbled, holding tightly to his backpack- it was still patched from the last time they’d caught him like this and ripped off one of the straps. There were already a few bruises rising faintly from his knees, just visible under the long shorts, from where they’d knocked him down. But he must’ve just gotten up again, because that’s what he did. That’s what he always did.
And that guy, that laughing, ugly bastard with the rough voice at the back of the crowd who took particular pleasure in yanking at Billy’s hair or arm whenever he came toward him. He could already see pale fingerprint bruises rising on Billy’s forearm when the hem of his sleeve moved aside for a moment. The vigor he gave to the slurs he was shouting was matched only by the energy he gave to shoving Billy until he hit the ground again.
The little voice in the back of his head (which sounded quite a lot like his mother) whispered “He’s only human.” And he knew that. He really did. But in the instant it took for him to drop his bag and cross the short distance between where he was standing and where the others were, a million scenarios flashed in front of his eyes. Grabbing Kessler by the head and whacking his head hard into the nearby bench was one possibility- that, or impaling him with the ends of his wings when he transformed- or maybe just throwing him from the school’s highest floor and watching him fall.
Instead, he just full-body slammed past the guy keeping him away from Kessler and hit him as hard as he could. Well, not as hard. Only with human strength. But with his momentum, it was enough to send both of them flying- and, as he fell past Billy and gets a glimpse of his face, Teddy only got more angry. Because now he could see the bruise on Billy’s cheek that had been hidden by his bangs and angle of his head before.
The guy was tough, he had to give him that. He actually almost threw Teddy off as they hit the ground, but Teddy got in a few good hits before the rest of the crew was on him, yanking him to his feet. One well-aimed punch drove the back of one earring into the space behind his ear and left said ear hot and inflated-feeling, but it didn’t matter. Because Kessler was back on his feet and that was all he needed to see.
The rest of the fight went by quickly enough. It wasn’t the same as fighting as Hulkling, for more than one reason. He couldn’t allow his healing factor to kick in. There could be no unleashing his real power here, unless he wanted to get taken in for manslaughter, and he’d had enough of captivity between the Skrull/Kree thing and the War, thanks a bunch. And it was the most frustrating damn thing of his life, because there was nothing he’d like to do more than wipe the memory of their smiles from his mind, wipe away the thought of Billy mutely enduring everything, head down and waiting for it to end. Because they had no damn clue who they were dealing with. They had no right-
“Teddy, don’t!” Billy’s voice cut through the haze of adrenaline, and Teddy that he’d blocked one of Kessler’s punches by grabbing his fist. And was squeezing.
The look Kessler gave him then, that cocky jock attitude mixed with a tinge of fear, made him want to just squeeze the fist in his hand until all the bones broke. Maybe then he’d think twice before using it to harm others. But he couldn’t not while the others were watching. Not while Billy was watching, all wide eyes and apprehensive head-shaking, framed by two men in uniforms who were apparently with the school. Teddy growled and pushed Kessler back, releasing his hands. It wasn’t worth it.
And that was when the fist came out of nowhere, striking his nose with a bright flash and a crunch of pain more heard than felt. Teddy just blinked through blurred eyes, watching that smug grin bloom in Kessler’s face like some kind of rancid flower.
Teddy’s punch, unlike Kessler’s, didn’t just send his opponent back a few steps. It sent him to the ground.
Then Billy’s hands were on his arm, dragging him away, babbling some excuse to the uniformed guys, bringing him to some unseen place where he could chant “IwanttogohomeIwanttogohomeIwanttogohome-“
And then they were in Billy’s room, with all his knickknacks wobbling on their shelves from the air displacement. “Oh my god, T,” said Billy, shoving a towel he’d thrown over the chair from his morning shower at Teddy’s face and pushing him down on the bed. “You’re like a fountain.”
It was only then that Teddy noticed the steady stream coming from his nose, dripping down his nose and onto his thighs with an unpleasant warmth. He pressed the cloth to his nose, spitting a little as some of the blood crept into his mouth and left behind a coppery aftertaste with which he was way too familiar. Billy had disappeared, but came back a moment later with a cold pack. Mrs. Kaplan, ever prepared, kept a stash in the downstairs freezer for her accident-prone son. Who was going to need one after this for the bruise rapidly swelling up the right side of his face.
Billy crouched down, wincing a little (one of the jocks had apparently stepped hard on his foot) and handed the pack up to Teddy. Who refused. Billy just ran a hand through his mussed-up hair and sighed. Teddy knew what was coming, but didn’t want to hear it. Not right now. Not while the bruises were still fresh on Billy’s face and arms, and the memories were clear in his mind.
But it came anyway. “Teddy,” said Billy gently, offering the coldpack again. “We’re the heroes. We’re supposed to be the better person and walk away.”
In spite of himself, Teddy felt a sliver of the anger he’d felt at Kessler and co. turn toward Billy. “Yeah, I could see that was going sensationally for you,” he said, accepting the coldpack but holding it loosely in his lap. The bleeding was stopping, anyway. Here he didn’t have to hide his healing powers. He’d recover shortly.
But Billy wouldn’t, and that’s what made Teddy’s hands tighten around the coldpack until it almost split between his fingers. Because when it happened next, Billy would just do the same thing. He’d just stand there and wait until it was over, because that was how he’d survived until this point. Because despite what had happened when his powers awakened, Kessler and the other still wouldn’t leave him alone. Because even though he could wish them across the world in a moment, he wouldn’t.
And really, he was the better person for it. Teddy knew that. He did. And if he hadn’t been so damn slow today- if he’d just told Mrs. Campbell “Sorry, but I have places to go,” none of this would’ve ever happened. But the fact remained that it did.
“Please don’t fight with me over this, T,” said Billy softly, and Teddy looked down. Not at his bruises, but into those brown eyes which would always be more patient with this sort of thing than his own. Because somewhere along the way, he had learned the price of losing control, and he was all the stronger for it.
But still. “I will never, never walk away from anyone who says or does shit like that to you, Billy,” he said, his voice a soft emphatic growl meant for only them. He looked Billy full in the face again and pressed the coldpack against Billy’s cheek. Despite the gentle touch, the other boy flinched, which just made Teddy feel even worse. But he had to understand. He had to.
“But, Teddy …” A smaller hand covered Teddy’s over the coolness of the pack, desperate for touch, hoping to avoid confrontation.
“What would you if it were me, B?” Teddy asked, looking at him seriously. “What would you do if you saw me in your place?”
There was a long silence, and the hand on his tightened. “I’d kick the shit out of them,” he said quite seriously, and the cool intent in his voice made Teddy remember all over again the damage he could incur if he really wanted to. If Kessler knew that, he’d probably run away screaming. “But it’s different, because it’s you.”
“Pffft, you hypocrite. It isn’t different at all.” Teddy scooted over and helped Billy up onto the bed. They mutually inspected one another’s injuries, while Billy magicked the blood out of the carpet. Mrs. Kaplan let them room together on the condition that the room be kept clean, and bloodstained carpet didn’t fit that criteria.
Teddy brushed a thumb across Billy’s lips, watching them swell up almost in front of his eyes from a hit that had landed right on his mouth. Billy, apparently seeing the lines of his face grow angry again, pulled Teddy down onto the bed.
And just as they reached a comfortable cuddle position, Teddy remembered something. “Oh, crap,” he said with a groan, reluctant to get up.
“My bag. I dropped it at the school.”
There was a sigh, a muttered spell, and the bag appeared on the floor on the other side of the room. Teddy couldn’t make himself get up and go see if the tickets were still in there- but if they were, he still planned on going. Because, regardless of the Kesslers of the world, he was still going to go out on a date with his boyfriend. Well, if said boyfriend was up to it, anyway.
Because every day with Billy was something to cherish. And while he would try very, very hard not to get into any more direct fights, anyone who came between him and Billy would learn the hard way that he wasn’t going to let the most important guy in his life get hurt. Which meant no more mistakes on his part.
And, he thought as he drew Billy closer, mindful of his bruises, no more being late.
(AND THEN TEDDY GOT TOMMY TO TIE KESSLER AND CO’S SHOELACES TOGETHER FOR THE REST OF THE SCHOOLYEAR AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER THE END.)
OMG, It’s so perfect! This is EXACTLY…EXAAACTLY how I had pictured this entire scenario. You just took it rigt from my mind ;w;
Mannn you just write them so ooooo adorably and Billy *cuddles forever* GOD SO CUTE!!! hrnnnnggg
I HAVE NO WORDS SOB
Ilove it!! ♥♥♥♥
[TRIGGER WARNING FOR BLOOD/GORE AND SELF-HARM]
“So it’s through
Nothing’s left to lose
It’s lucky too
Who needs a tighter noose”
Billy knows Teddy has done something.
Something flickered across his eyes, something Billy hasn’t seen for a while.
OMG, How SPOILT am I??!?!
Thissss, this made my heart do all kinds of crazy acrobatics.
OMG BOY, Just sex and make up..i mean kiss and make up.
Vicccc, this was just so heartwrenching.
God I love angst….
FFFF I can’t wait for the next part!
Thank you so so much for this ;w; You’re such a sweetheart!!
Juju requested “Tim and Kon”. Floobin said: “PLUS EGG”. The result. <3
LOOK WHAT GLASMOND DREW
8DD Seriously how gorgeous is this? She’s far too nice fffff
The lighting is so gorgeous and 8DD Robin egg
Tim you are the prettiest robin forever
Thanks for draw thisss Glas *squish*
Always when shipping Tim/Kon. I always worry about Cassie. I feel like she’d feel really betrayed when she found out. Cause Tim and Kon are her best friends, and of course Kon is also her boyfriend.
I dunno. just playing around.
FFFFFF I just love love love this sequence of pictures.
I love the movement and the story that they tell. Kon looks so surprised but like he wouldnt disagree if circumstances were different. And poor Cassie ♥♥
Your Cassie is absolutely gorgeous Savi.
And just this whole scenarioo…mmmmm
Fandom: DC Universe
Author: Yo, ‘sup, that’s me
Characters: Tim Drake (Catboy), Jason Todd (Red Hood), Dick Grayson (Batman), Selina Kyle (Catwoman), Damian Wayne (Robin), Kon-El/Conner Kent (Superboy), and various others mentioned or used as supporting cast
Pairings: Kon-El/Tim Drake (Superboy/Catboy) mainly, hints of Jason Todd/Tim Drake (Red Hood/Catboy), Tim Drake/Dick Grayson (Catboy/Batman), and Damian Wayne/Tim Drake (Robin/Catboy)
Rating: T, M, NC-17
Warnings: Sexual themes, violence, cussing, sex with a minor and between minors (technically), dark themes, and Tim’s tight little ass squeezed into a PVC body suit.
Summary: Hanging up the Red Robin suit for the last time, Tim abruptly fled his life at the manor. Afraid of losing himself, Tim embarks on a (misguided) journey to once more reclaim his own mind. Who knew it’d land him in an absurdly tight cat suit?
Author’s Note: I own nothing (obviously), and I’ve (in all likelihood) fucked up many things canon. This is more about content and what if than adhering to canon events. I’m ignoring some things (okay, lots of things) and adding my own twist. Personally, I blame everyone who’s drawn a delicious image of Tim in a cat suit. For characters, pairings, and ratings, I will italicize the ones that are relevant to the chapter I’m posting. This one has been beta’d by my lovely little minx. From this chapter on, the two stories will deviate and be taken in different directions. This one will be more Bat!fam-Drake orientated. But there will still end up with Kon and Tim.
P.S. If you wanna piss and moan about how this would never happen or that none of these characters are queer, go away. Don’t read it; put on your big girl panties and act mature, please.
SO WELL WRITTEN…I CAN’T
You know what I can’t? I can’t stand that there isn’t a chapter 2 SOB SOB SOB
But seriously, this is so awesome. Just what the doctor ordered for pmsy hurt-too-much-to-get-out-of-bed days. Well…not literally, that would be kinda weird
“Here’s your prescription”
“A liberal helping”
I need to go to the store
and do some washing….but I hurt and theres another fic left
LALALALA *ignores errands*
So here it is, the fanfic I was working on all day xD. My beta isn’t here right now, so sorry if I missed anything x.x
((I actually wanted to write this a long time ago but never did xD. But after that angsty fic I read, ohmygah I needed to so something like this XDD… now off to draw haha. omg sorry about the spacing, when I copy it from word it makes spacing like, double ))
Summary: A smile. It was only one goddamn smile and yet it was affecting him so much…
Ffffff omg, this was just sooo awesome! *__________*
Thank you so so much for writing it!
Lol I love how totally mindfucked Dick was for the whole fic XD
You kinda drew it on yourself dick! This was such a fun read ;w;
I love what a little shit Damian was. thats how i like my damiansssss
And fff the end with the sleeping, so cute 8D
Thank you, seriously! I love it!
I TAKE NO RESPONSIBILITY FOR ALL THE TEXTS IN THIS PICTURE
It was taken from here
That and I can’t believe perfume of Jason exists lol whyyy whyyyyyyydifygdfyifd
If I ever make a Bruce version I think everyone will send hate mails to me :P
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA OMG LOLOLOLOL
Jason is looking into my soul! Those eyes!!
LOL jokes aside it’s friggin gorgeous!