#Kon el

[fallingintothevoidofme]

HES SO ZESTILICIOUS I LOVE HIM

Especially the first drawing...

always loved kon's superboy costume

[queerryan]

Starfire: I can't let you kids out with Deathstroke on the streets, you're too young and this is too dangerous.

Superboy: Girl... We went to apokolips and fought the soldiers of darkseid.

Wonder Girl: We fight armies while time travel.

Robin: We literally traveled in the abyss, the path the deaths use.

Impulse: we fought against a magician with infinite power that literally altered the timeline once so we wouldn't exist.

Everyone: We can handle Deathstroke.

Starfire:... Cyborg?

Cyborg: I... I can't even argue with any of that.

[suzukiblu]

Day nineteen of “obligatory sugar baby Kon” ( no cut today, we die like Dick Grayson's capacity to forgive himself ). prev: (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Anyway, twenty minutes later Tim has a new skateboard he doesn’t need, a new set of pads and a helmet, and he’s borrowed the shop’s kit long enough to make sure the wheels and trunks are tightened to his liking and to scratch down the grip tape a little so he can actually do a few tricks a little easier. Assuming he remembers how to do a single trick, anyway, given how long it’s been since he actually did anything more complicated than a nose pickup, at best. 

It’s definitely ridiculous to go skating in this outfit, but Kon still seems excited about the whole idea, so Tim guesses he’s just gonna be fucking up his best non-funerary/non-gala slacks and new button-down shirt, because it’s an unfamiliar board and he’s out of practice, so there is zero chance he’s not gonna wipe out at least a couple of times. 

Or couple dozen, more like. 

God, why is he about to embarrass himself like–

Kon grins at him again as they leave the shop and then tugs him into an alley–worst Gotham survival instincts, god they really have to work on that–and scoops him up in his arms to fly them to the skatepark the clerk recommended, and Tim forgets whatever he was worrying about. It wasn’t that important, whatever it was. Not even slightly important. 

Well, he hopes it wasn’t. 

God, why is Kon cute, Tim wonders accusingly. It is so, so unfair that Kon is cute on top of everything else he already is, and he was just not prepared for it in any way whatsoever. Who the hell would’ve been? Kon is a loud, braggy, horndog asshole who never shuts up and will run anything into the ground, whether it’s something he likes or something he hates, and he hogs all the stupid cinnamon bread and gets way too defensive over the stupidest stuff and is just–he’s just Kon! He’s not supposed to be all that and still look way too good in leather pants and a crop top and still be cute! 

Unfortunately, Tim’s realizing that actually being all of those things while still being capable of being cute might, actually, make Kon cuter. 

Kon flashes him another grin as they land in a conveniently-shadowed alcove and then kisses his cheek again before tugging him towards the park. Tim despairs. 

Life is so unfair.

[lemonlimestar]

tim vc: me and my beautiful wife i am the height of one (1) of his boots

[spirit-fingers22]

They are gay your honor

misc doodles

[riverdeansart]

kon and his girl

[demonic0angel]

I request a drawing of Tim and Dani, both wearing the same dress, doing the "One of us is going to have to change" joke.

Dani: *rubbing her hands together evilly* all according to plan

[fallingintothevoidofme]

Lol so funny

“Through the Ages”

[lovesick-joey]

YJ doodles

[queermentaldisaster]

Okay okay okay I know canon exists but also fuck canon the Waynes are destined to be with the Kents

ANYWAY

So Conner doesn't tell anyone his name. Mainly because of what it means. He set that boundary early on and Clark respected it. (I heard that Supergirl gave him that name so that's what we're going with :3)

Fast forward some time, and later on in his relationship with Tim, he tells him his name. It just kinda slipped out, and when Tim questioned what it meant, he told him. Why did he tell him?

Instead of the adverse reaction he would've usually gotten, he got a whispered "Kon" in a tone of reverence and adoration. And if he cried about it? No one needed to know.

[chiyana]

I would trust Tim to have a kid if it was with Kon. Kon has a good and healthy support network with the Supers, and they've got experience under their belt raising (relatively) normal kids. Yeah Kon comes off as a brash hothead and a showpony, but he's a good boy who means well and he's sweet and earnest. He's also good for Tim, makes Tim feel secure and grounded and would curb the worst of Tim's paranoia and worrying.

And Tim is responsible and a serial adopter of people! He'd probably be a little intense about his kid, but he'd love them unconditionally and make sure all their needs were met (and plan about five thousand different contingencies to keep them safe). And yes, he'd freak out about it and not know what to do, but that's why he's with Kon! Kon can handle the common sense stuff and pull Tim back from getting lost in the weeds about optimal methods of child care.

They'd be able to come out the other end with a child who was safe and loved and could let Bruce be the grandpa he was meant to be (with an infant no less, which would be all kinds of a new experience for him and he'd probably spend hours just sitting in the study cradling the baby and marveling)

(and if something does happen to Kon again, the Supers will be there to keep Tim from going off the deep-end. If something happens to Tim....

I mean it'll probably be fine.)

I think becoming grandpa would cure bruce of the disease of being batman and he would suddenly be normal however none of his kids should ever have kids so this will never happen.

[cowboyboygirl]

depollute me

rating: T

word count: 6.1k

summary: In which Kon reflects on past relationships.

snippet:

It truly is a miracle that anyone gets anything done during the winter. The songs of holly jolly that cycle on repeat at the tail end of every year are entirely delusional; the weather outside is frightful, and no flicker of any fire is going to make up for it.

[suzukiblu]

Day twenty of “obligatory sugar baby Kon” ( no cut today, we die like Bruce Wayne's willingness to acknowledge that privacy laws apply to him ). prev: (( chrono || non-chrono ))

The skate park is mostly empty, mercifully, which is probably because of how late it’s getting but not a gift horse Tim’s gonna be looking in the mouth either way. Not even remotely will he be looking that gift horse in the mouth. They take over a bench off to the side, and Tim straps on the pads while Kon wraps up his gift bag in his coat and tucks it under the bench, which really would not normally keep anything from getting stolen in Gotham but also TTK and Bat-hypervigilance are both things, so yeah, for once Tim's pretty sure it'll be fine. 

Well, as sure as Gotham allows for, anyway. 

Admittedly the Bat-hypervigilance now has to work around the sight of Kon's bare arms because yeah, that tight and clingy turtleneck he's wearing is in fact still sleeveless and Tim can no longer try to pretend otherwise in his head. God, why did he buy Kon that turtleneck? Does he hate himself? Is that it? 

Probably that's it, yeah. 

But also . . . 

But also, Tim can't help remembering Kon admitting to liking him getting him clothes he thought he’d look good in–admitting to liking looking nice for “somebody”, instead of some vague “everybody”. 

And said “somebody”, apparently, is Tim Drake. 

Tim really does not know how to reconcile those facts in his head. Kon likes getting dressed up by somebody, and specifically likes getting dressed up to look nice for them and get shown off by them–Tim allocates a moment to self-immolate into ash, then continues the thought process–and also he likes specifically Tim Drake dressing him up to look nice and show off. 

Tim fails to reconcile those facts in his head. Those facts are just . . . not computing in his head. The facts are not in any way fact-ing. The facts are anti-facts. 

“The helmet makes you look like a total dork, for the record,” Kon informs him with a grin before kissing him again. Tim manages not to fall off the bench, but that’s about it. 

“Preventable head injuries are way dorkier than safety gear,” he says. Kon laughs at him, but not like Superboy laughs at Robin–he just sounds happy. 

Tim might still be at risk of falling off the bench, yeah. At least a little bit. 

Kon flashes him another grin, then jumps up and grabs his hands to pull him to his feet, all excited and delighted, and Tim feels a little lightheaded. 

. . . alright. Falling off the bench is no longer a risk, but falling off his own fucking head might still happen. That might still be a thing. 

“You are such a nerd,” Kon says fondly, grinning even wider and pulling him towards the nearest ramp. “A nerd with a skateboard. Skatenerd.” 

“This is not encouraging me to show you any skating, you realize,” Tim says dryly, and then Kon turns into the most evil sapient being that has ever existed, by which he means then Kon pouts at him. Tim nearly does fall off his head. 

“Please, daddy?” Kon asks, linking his hands together behind his back and still pouting at him. “You said you’d get me anything I want, right?” 

Metaphorically, Tim explodes into atoms, and then those atoms all explode into subatomic particles, and then Gotham explodes into atoms and subatomic particles, and then the whole state of New Jersey snaps in half somewhere between Trenton and New Brunswick and sinks into the Atlantic and takes the entire tri-state area with it. 

Literally, he drops his skateboard on his own foot.

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

Please oh please let him keep this look for the rest of the arc.