diane! lol!

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[phuwowngnhi]

silly little pinned post! in the wake of **** ****, i treasure you guys as if you were my private twitter followers

art side blog - @dieantik

[vividvermeer]

The Devoured Year - Autumn

Brinewin makes it to Brightgarden and finds an unexpected ally

Chad's artist: @dieantik

[hellboyfansinhell]

[stantanly]

[atlanticsea]

all is fair in love and war: or, where relationships and sportsmanship intersect.

citations: challengers (2024), wikipedia (various articles), friend at court 2022 handbook of rules and regulations, gq interview.

(insp)

[pechaghtlecha]

Just a ps Timmy 😣

[mordhiobhail]

regular old timkon

[marbleaide]

Tim and Kon are road tripping to Smallville, just taking their time actually driving just the two of them, taking in sights and listening to music and eating at roadside diner's, talking for hours.

But there are the moments when it's late, when they haven't gotten to the motel yet or Conner wants to drive just a little bit longer that everything is quiet. The road is near empty, dark in between the spatter of old streetlights on the outer edges of a suburbia Conner can't name. Tim is sleeping, his head against the window and door, huddled up using a hoodie as a blanket and his arm as some sort of cushion.

Kon keeps glancing between the road and Tim's figure, illuminated briefly when they speed under a light, glowing in low hues. He's distracted, he knows, but it's just them and the road and he risks his stolen looks. Tim's beautiful. He always is.

Tim stirs after some time, right cheek imprinted red from his makeshift pillow. He stretches as best he can while still sitting in a car. Conner can't look away.

"What is it?" He yawns, "I can feel you looking at me. We almost there?"

"No," Conner smiles, reaching across to brush a disheveled strand of hair from his eyes. "Not yet. I just wanted to look at you."

Tim shakes his head, a shy press of a smile at his lips. "Well, we should stop soon. You need to rest too."

"I know, I will. You can go back to sleep. I'll wake you up when we stop."

He runs his knuckles across Tim's cheek, soft, and Tim leans into the cress, warm and pressing in a ghost of a kiss. He shifts, getting back into the semi-resemblance of comfort.

Conner drives a little bit longer, his eyes between the road and Tim, but never leaving Tim for long.

[sol-sketchz]

red robin

I had to reblog because I found a mistake and it was making me crazy.

Anyways, I still miss lonnie.

[swift-creates]

category: M/M

fandom: Young Justice (comics)

characters and relationships: Tim Drake x Conner Kent - romantic (Kon appears as a hallucination)

warnings: hallucination, blood, stitches, self first aid, copious overuse of pet names

Summary:

@ailesswhumptober Day 11: Hallucinations, truth serum, “Why would you even say that?”

Day 28: Internal bleeding, needles and stitches, “I didn’t think the wound was that bad…”

Tim is injured on his quest to find Bruce. Fortunately, Kon is there to get him patched up. (Right?)

notes: Welcome to my Timkon fantasy au! in which Kon is a sword and armour guy and Tim is a magic guy and they kiss and Kon dies and so does Bruce and Tim is having a great time (cat tears emoji)

—

“Get up. Come on, sunshine, get up.” 

Tim groaned and blinked his eyes open. A large, blurry shadow was looming over him, but for some reason he felt perfectly safe out here in the woods with an arrow wound in his side and an unidentified person hovering by his side. He closed his eyes. 

“No, it’s time to wake up.” A hand on his face, thumb gently stroking his cheek. “Darling. Look at me.”

Tim reluctantly opened his eyes again to a painfully familiar face. “Kon…”

“Hey, sunshine. You’re not looking too hot.” Kon smiled, but there was sorrow in his eyes. 

“I’m always looking hot,” Tim mumbled. Kon snorted, but didn’t argue, brushing his knuckles gently across Tim’s cheek, and he let out a soft murmur, leaning into the touch. “I miss you.” 

“I know, angel. I miss you too. But you have to be strong and fix yourself up now.” Kon tilted Tim’s face up, tapping him gently to get him to keep his eyes open as they fluttered. “You gotta get better and keep going.”

“I can’t,” Tim whispered. “I failed Bruce. Just like I failed you.” But Kon was shaking his head. 

“Sunshine, you didn’t fail me. You never did. I gave my life to save you and everyone else. Do you really think that I’d second-guess a choice like that, even for a second?” Kon gently brushed Tim’s bangs out of his eyes. “For you, there isn’t a single thing I wouldn’t do.”

“I know,” Tim whispered. He was safe. Kon was here, and he was safe. He felt himself start to fall back asleep, injured and worn out from the endless nights of journeying-

“No, no. Stay with me, Rob.” Kon’s voice was urgent, and Tim forced his eyes back open to look at him with a groan. It was much easier to be unconscious. “You know what you need to do.” Tim winced. He wasn’t looking forward to it, all the same. Reluctantly he dug into his satchel and took out the floss and needle he’d packed, but it took him three tries to thread the eye, and he almost dropped both in relief once he did. 

“Easy, sugar. You got this.” One of Kon’s hands moved to his, thumb gently brushing over his wrist. Tim paused to unwind the thread, looking up at Kon for strength, then drew the needle through his own skin. 

He let out a cry, head hitting the bark of the tree trunk he was leaning against, and gasped for air past the burning in his side. “I can’t. I ca- Kon, I can’t.” 

“You can. I know you can do this, baby, just look at me.” Tim forced his gaze to focus on his beloved, whimpering softly. There was always so much love in Kon’s eyes, as if he couldn’t help but show it no matter where they were or what they were doing. “You got this, sunshine.”

Tim took in a deep breath, closing his eyes to brace himself, then made the next stitch. And the next, and the next, and the next. His hands were slick with his own blood when he finished and went limp against the tree, chest heaving with half-sobs. 

“Shhhhh, that’s it. You did so good, angel. That’s it. You’re okay.” Kon was stroking his cheek, looking down at him with such tenderness and concern. 

“Kon,” he gasped raggedly. “I-”

“I know, sunshine, you’re alright. Just breathe.” Kon started to pull away, and Tim made a desperate noise. 

“Please don’t go.”

Something impossibly sad came into Kon’s expression, and Tim instantly wanted to take back his words if it meant that look would vanish from his darling’s face and never return. “I can’t stay, my love. You know I can’t.”

“Kon…” He reached out for him, and Kon took his hand, leaning his forehead against Tim’s. 

“You’ll be okay without me. I know you will. Go find your father. Bring him home, get your family back together. If anyone can do this, it’s you, sunshine.” He pressed the softest kiss to Tim’s cheek, and he closed his eyes and tried desperately to hold on to someone who wasn’t there. “Rest now, and remember that I love you. I always will.” 

“I love you, too,” Tim said as he let the darkness surround him again like a blanket. 

When he woke again, the woods were silent, save for his horse munching on grass nearby, and he was alone. 

[lynn-reads-and-writes]

the great war (chapter 5)

DCU | T | KONTIM & JAYROY | 5/6 |

Lucius. Tam. Lucius again. Craig. Alicia. Alicia's panic button–

-or-

Wayne Tower is on lockdown.

The next installment of the bio!au is here! It's gonna get spicy!

[coffie-st]

Cosas que recién termino, siento que no me salieron tan bien como pensé. Pero estaba muy emocionada al momento de hacerlos. 💞💖

[swift-creates]

category: M/M

fandom: Young Justice (comics)

characters and relationships: Tim Drake x Conner Kent - romantic [Kon doesn’t appear but p much every other line is about him]

warnings: none

Summary:

@ailesswhumptober Day 19: Disassociation, losing a sense, “I wish I could get you back.”

Out in the Justice II’s last escape pod, Tim thinks about Kon.

notes: a little peek of my Timkon in Space AU for ya >D please bother me about this AU pls pls pls

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Tim sat slumped in the seat of his pod and stared out the viewport. He’d read Kon’s book 73 times, rationed his food, counted all the stars he could see outside, recounted his rations, read the book again, rationed his water, listened to every single one of the audiofiles from the Justice’s mainframe, read the book again, recounted his rations and the stars, wrote a handful of poems, scrapped all the poems he wrote, counted the stars again. But none of it made anything feel even the slightest bit more okay. 

He missed Kon. 

The last time he had seen Kon had been when he’d drugged Tim and launched his pod into space from the Justice II. The last time he heard his voice had been when he’d begged Kon to bring him back to the Justice over the comms, watching the ship grow smaller and smaller in the distance. 

If that was going to be the last time he ever saw his best friend…

No. Tim forcibly tore his thoughts away from that possibility. Because if he thought about it too much, he was going to go mad before he reached Earth. He needed to tell everyone what Kon had done for them — for him. He needed to tell Damian he was sorry. These were all things he had to do, but the thought of confronting them all on his own, without his best friend beside him, placed a cold stone of fear to settle in the pit of his stomach. Alone. Out here in his little pod in the vacuum of space, it was all too easy to remember just how alone he was. 

What if Kon died trying to get back to Earth without the pod he’d launched for Tim? He could survive space well enough, but without supplies — a good amount of which he’d given Tim along with the pod — and a way to take them with him, Tim could feel his chances waning like the light of the receding star. But he’d taken that risk, made sure Tim could make it home. Maybe at the cost of his own life. Tim would never have chosen that, content just to sleep in Kon’s arms until his oxygen supply ran out and his breaths faded into nothingness. Kon knew that. So he hadn’t given Tim the choice. 

“I wish I could get you back,” he whispered to the stars. They had no response for him. 

[arterrratr]

[mamawasatesttube]

the one timkon vampire-adjacent thought i have (it's not really vampire au. just adjacent.) is this half-baked outsider pov future fic concept, in which kon is a childrens librarian (why is kon a children's librarian? simple. he would love to get the next generation into star trek: the next generation.) (but more seriously its bc i just think hes good with and likes kids. and also he likes stories and media. so. childrens librarian.) who runs a dnd group for middle schoolers twice a week after school.

the pov is one of the kids and the plot is the fact that over the course of the semester / the game campaign, they occasionally get to see mr. conner's husband (he has a lot of photos on his desk and on his phone), who is often dressed in red and black and also often looks tired and pale and has bags under his eyes. and they do slowly come up with the theory that mr. conner's husband is secretly a vampire.

key points include that they only discuss it when they think mr conner cant hear them and that he IS in the back room or his office or whatever giggling, because they have no idea he has superhearing. he's having a real lark of a time. he encourages it. he tells the kids his husband is such a weirdo, like who out there doesn't like garlic bread?? (tim, somewhere: i DO like garlic bread >:C stop lying!!) and he adds a npc to the campaign that's totally a vampire pretending to not be a vampire. every week he brings the updates to tim and has another giggle about it all over again.

the other part of this is that at some point tim and kon are cuddled up in bed and chatting before sleep and it comes up and tim's like. you know, the fucked up thing is if i WAS a vampire i wouldnt even be able to feed from you. you're invulnerable! i can't bite you! so id need like… a side hoe.

and kon gets SO offended. it's a whole comedy. like...

"what do you MEAN you'd need a side hoe!!! WE HAVE A RED SUN PROJECTOR RIGHT IN THAT DRAWER!!!" "yea but i mean how often would i need to eat? i know that depends on the vampire lore youre going with, but it could get pretty impractical to keep uncharging and recharging you." "YOURE MY HUSBAND. ID PUT UP WITH THAT." "but you're MY husband! would i really want to put you through that?" "YOU'D RATHER PUT ME THROUGH GETTING CUCKED?" "it's not ACTUALLY cucking you! it's just like. for food. nutritional cucking?" "NUTRITIONAL-- that's it. i'm going to sleep. good NIGHT. hmph." "are you pouting. stop pouting." "it's nutritional pouting. >:(" "that doesn't even make sense." "YOU don't even make sense." "...okay." "are you just going to sleep???" "aren't you? you just said good night!" "where is my good night kiss, timothy!!!!" "oh. i thought you didn't want one. you know, because you were nutritionally pouting." "you're making me really question wanting one, that's for sure." "heh." (mwah!) "okay. good night. sleep tight. don't let the bedbugs bite, and all that." "what, you wanna nutritionally cuck the bedbugs, too?" "oh my god."

[lucifers-favorite-child]

Irrelevant probably but I think timkon would be into some arthurian knight style roleplay. Kon asks Tim for his favor before a fight. They both start breathing heavy and shooting each other significant looks. No one else can tell if this is a bit. They desperately hope it's a bit.

[crispyfryy]

Bro thought it was priced by the cup

Timkon