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[thatrandomsarahchick]

Jack Drake is Dani's son, filled with the Wonderlust his mother was known for.

She named him after her grandfather, Jack Fenton, who changed his entire life's focus when he found out about her mum, Danny, being Phantom.

Danny, after everyone else had died, joined Dani in her travels. When her need to travel gets too strong, he takes over looking after her descendants.

Unfortunately, Jack's coma and death happened during a time when the two were vacationing in another universe. They had thought that everything would be fine if they went to the universe Sam and Valerie's ghosts were living in and were devastated to find out what had harkens when they returned.

Dani returned to the Infinite Realms to see if Jack, who was born liminal, had such around to form a ghost, while Danny spent time travelling through the Drake properties and closing the telepathy hub. Jack had left a majority of his possessions and the majority of shares of Drake Industries to Dani and Danny, knowing that Tim would be fine with Wayne looking after him.

The plan had been worked out that Danny would hand over the company to Tim when he turned 21 and would take in the boy if Wayne refused to.

Instead of getting emancipated and living by himself, Tim moves in with Danny and begins to learn more about his family's true history. Eventually, Dani returns with Jack's ghost. He's taken on the Obsession of Discovery and constantly needs to learn new things.

DPxDC Heritance

There's not much left for Tim in his parents' wills. Or, well, not much by his standards - the rest of the family, barring Bruce and Damian, think he is absolutely loaded and too full of himself to care. Which is maybe a little bit true; receiving about a dozen properties across the world, a trust fund and a wide collection of artifacts that his parents have accumulated through years of their archeological escapades is a lot by middle class standards.

But Tim knows how much money Drakes actually had, and a few old houses and an assembly of junk seems like not much in comparison.

In any case, it's all rather useless in Tim's position. He has no interest in traveling aside from when he has to for a mission, and he couldn't give less shits about archeology even if he tried. The trust fund is fine, he guesses, but it's not like he needs it, what with being the CEO of Wayne Enterprises and one of the Wayne Wards.

So, as morbid as it is, the best reaction he can muster at his inheritance is a shrug and a mention in his mile-long list of 'things I need to figure out when I have time'. Which basically means he'll maybe get to it when he's old and retired, and not any sooner, because Tim Drake the CEO and Red Robin the vigilante are both very, very busy people who never have time.

Naturally, his life has other plans, and it's only two or three months later that Tim finds himself breaking through the balcony window of his own apartment in Praha.

It's at that moment, when he's lying on top of a soft persian rug, surrounded by glass shards and wondering if this move was enough to lose his tail that he realizes his inheritance might be slightly more than just a few properties and some boxes with old things.

Because, through his own heavy breathing, he hears a thoughtful, slightly sarcastic voice from inside the room, "I guess the door was too hard to figure out for you, wasn't it."

He sits up, turning his head so sharply it almost snaps. His eyes immediately fall on a boy not much older than him, sitting with one leg thrown over the other on the dark red couch near the wall. He looks like he clearly belongs here: white, vintage collar shirt and black, high-waist trousers, a silver ring on his thumb that looks too old to have been bought in this century, dark raven hair and perfect porcelain skin.

And he is reading a newspaper. Like a slightly bleeding costumed guy in a domino mask breaking the window and falling onto the carpet is just another Tuesday.

Hold on, this is Tim's house! He double-checked the address, there's no mistake!

"Who are you?" He demands, frowning, as his hands reach to the birdarangs out of habit.

"Keeper of Doors," the boy answers, not looking up and flipping the page, "And you're the Drakes' heir, I assume."

Tim blinks. The response provides no actual answers, it only creates more questions. "What doors?" He asks because the rest of the points can most likely be addressed later. Like the issue of his busted secret identity, right.

The boy sighs and closes the newspaper, folding it in half and uncrossing his legs to sit a bit straighter. "Doors, capital 'D'. The ones that lead everywhere you want."

"The what?.." Tim repeats, dumbfounded and lost in this unexpected nonsense. The boy gives him a truly unimpressed look, his eyebrow twitching. Then, he stands up - Tim's fingers close around the birdarang again - and steps towards the nearest door, grabbing the handle. His feet make absolutely no sound.

"Drake manor," the boy announces and pushes the door open. He doesn't step through, however, instead just standing in the doorway and turning back to Tim, gesturing for him to look.

Tim does.

Seeing the familiar hall, the one he's seen so many times, the one he walked through every day before he moved out, makes him realize a few things at once. One, he needs to revise the list of houses he inherited since it looks like they are not just properties but a map of teleportation points, most likely. Two, his parents knew full well he didn't need the trust fund, it wasn't for him, it was probably for this boy, who may or may not be the, well, gatekeeper. Three, if the first part of his inheritance turned out to be this, he is going to need to call in Zatanna to sort through the collection of his parents' artifacts lest something turns out to be actually cursed in there.

Four, he's been staring at the boy and gaping like a fish for longer than its socially acceptable.

"...What's your name?" He asks, suddenly conscious about the fact he was kind of rude before. The boy snorts, a ghost of a smile on his lips as he closes the door back.

"Danny," he introduces and snaps his fingers. The glass shards around Tim move all at once, rising from the ground and going back towards the window, like a reversed video recording. A second later, the balcony window looks as good as new, not a crack in the glass. "And you?"

"Red Ro-" Tim starts, but then pauses. Fuck it, he might as well, "Tim."

Danny waves his hand in the air, like snatching something out of nowhere, and, just like that, there's a box that looks suspiciously like a first-aid kit in his hands.

"Nice to meet you, Tim. Now, get over here and stop ruining my carpet with your blood."

[starzzytisms]

woaj more of this style... funku...

[rebouks]

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Robin: You're not really thinking about joining the army, are you? Levi: Maybe.. like, why not? I'm fit, I'm clever, I like adventure, and I wanna get away from this stupid town-.. it's kinda perfect. Robin: Until it's not… Alex: Do you want to escape the town itself or some of the people in it? Levi: Same difference. Alex: Not really. Levi: Shut up. [Levi sighed, catching the side eye from Robin] Levi: My bad. Alex: Just saying! You'd probably still get the same feeling of distance from going to uni, and it'd be less dangerous. Levi: Eh, I guess we've got a while to decide. Wren: Dinner's ready. … [Levi waited for the inevitable remark about how stupid he looked in his glasses, or a specky four eyes comment, but none came; instead, Wren gave him a single, searching look of disdain, then turned and left] Levi: She holds a grudge, huh? Robin: Yeah, she's like dad that way-.. and you did call her a scrub. Levi: Fair… Robin: What? Levi: Did you ever tell anyone anything-.. especially your dad? Robin: One of us can keep things to themselves.

[moldy-beans]

Mor sprunki ships aaaahhhh

[novagale]

You know you're bright as the morning

As soft as the rain

Pretty as a vine

As sweet as a grape

If you can sit in a barrel

Maybe I'll wait~

[fishyfarms]

So I think I might’ve actually posted those first two comic pieces already but actually who cares I’ve got newish Willy/Marlon (lovingly ship named SwordFish by my friend Sunny everyone say THANK YOU SUNNY!) content to share with my people and so the two pages are getting lumped in!

All three pieces were made for server events and the first two were made in collaboration with, once again, my friend Sunny and Sunny has a really awesome thing coming up for these two goobers (EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU SUNNY AGAIN!) that may involve these pieces so. Y’know. Marketing. Genderqueers in Business or something

[theghostinyourwalls]

How I felt watching the elevator shaft scene

[rtbyg]

“that color looks good on you”

[gin-juice-tonic]

"Gelatin Monster" wins the prize for the most nothing Phineas and Ferb song yet at the same time the one I remember the most.

[ninjagood4]

oooooo

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[rocketqueen1989x]

he was definitely naked 😗😗

[enbyandyy]

GRIAN

"SEASON 6 FORM MUMBO JUMBO YOU ARE AFK" GRIAN.

image ID: [a screenshot from the inside of a minecraft book reading "Form MJYAAFK06" end ID]

[wiiare-chronicallyill]

HALLO :D

oh.

[tiny-vermin]

KOFI COMMS!! ☕

hi besties!! i have put up commissions on kofi, if you would like oneeee you know what to do!!! i can draw your ocs, your blorbos, your fic scenes, ya know...

if you happen to want an actual fully rendered illustration (more like this or this), dm me! or if ur unsure about anything, dm meee!!!

[makasdisaster]

thinking about nasty denji again but this time its my time of the month sooo we talking about periods!

(minors don't interact this isn't for you so scram) 

wether you're a girl, boy, nonbinary ect ect ect, if you're bleeding from down there, Denji knows, he can smell it and it only makes him more aroused. Sure he still doesn't fully understands it but you didn't think he'd be way too curious because of it.

"What do you mean its "dirty"?" "can you eat it?" "will it stop?" " Whys there so much??" "Just lemme smell it"

this boy will ask it all, and you know he'll never stop talking if all you continue to reply with is "no", so for what's reason you give into his curiosity. one night in bed you let him go down on you and oh damn were you left speechless, he's never eaten you out like this before. maybe hes just pent up? or maybe its his primal devil desires kicking in when it comes to drinking blood.

this man is folding you in half, the tightest grip around your thighs to keep you in place, licking and slipping up every single drip that dares to fall from those red stained lower lips. Denji's practically making out with your pussy, thrusting his tongue in and out trying to get everything there in you, he even takes it a step farther when it drips down your ass his tongue doesn't miss a beat when flattening darting to your puckered hole, with a long hot dragged out moan licks up your ass to your pussy.

growing in satisfaction, the blug in his pants practically begging for relief. a big pre cum stain making a sticky mess against his lower abdomen, you can tell that if he keeps this up any longer, he'll end up getting himself off without you having to lift a finger, and that power alone was enough for you to let him keep going.

[ilumistar]

i headcanon that this is how he sees the world /hj