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Tw: typical neglected reader trope, mentions of abuse and enslavement, tag as yandere batfam but has no mention of yandere behaviors… yet. Reader has no morals btw they only care about their interest
Anyway genius reader who still yearns for a family and her nemesis is her own blood brother Damian. They are the only ones who actually related to Bruce yet they’re the one thrown to the side. Unbelievable. That’s the last straw of her patience with this fucked up family so she went off the grid to start her own life.
The others didn’t notice for a long time mostly because they still see her around the manor, aimlessly going around hallways, talking to Alfred. Of course the old butler didn’t pay it much attention, they are always so independent so when they say they already ate then that’s that. What they didn’t know is that the Reader they were interacting with is actually a semi realistic hologram with pre recorded messages specifically for Alfred only. Mostly cause his the only one who bothers. The hologram is crude, it flickers and glitches but it still does its purpose for the next two years. No one noticed anything.
By the time they notice, probably one of the boys accidentally ’bumping’ into them only to phase through like they pass by ghost. That’s when they started to notice that Reader is gone. Then whole drama and angst of gut wrenching guilt consumes the narrative meanwhile Reader is off to somewhere in the multiverse adventuring on their own because their universe sucks.
Okay so let’s see what Reader was actually up to during their two years of no contact. First off they made their base, secure themselves as financially independent by selling tech to the highest bidder unironically helping the villains on fighting against the heroes. Then got themselves a spaceship of their own then setting off to the multiverse to find a new home. No Man Sky style. After building a base they did something out of pure malice and spite, they clone Damian to enslaved and abuse. They didn’t go through it though because the bastard is actually lovable if molded right. So now Reader has a sidekick and the ideal little brother, she renamed Daemon, on her side for infinity.
Yes I did imagine the batfam eventually finding reader but only because they went back to earth for whatever reason. Yes, Damian will crash out because he got replaced by a much better version of himself. Yes, it’s going to cause so much drama and Damian wanted to kill his clone while Reader cheers for Daemon to kill Damian instead. Yes, it will absolutely crash him. Reader does not care and lowkey is cruel about it.
Reader also doesn’t like Jason mostly because they’re attach to Jason that died. Doesn’t believe that he got brought back to life and still firmly thinks post Lazarus Jason is a fake that Bruce took in and gave the identity of their deceased brother. Reader calls him, Cryptid (derogatorily). They also hates Bruce for not only neglecting them but also doing something as diabolical as giving their dead brother’s identity to some random.
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tiger-grace · 11 months ago
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the fact that Duke is the daytime vigilante implies regular situations in which everyone else is nocturnal except for him
Duke: hi tim!
Tim, blinking one eye at a time and slamming a coffee cup on the counter: what are you doing at this ungodly hour
Duke: 10 pm is when us normal human beings go to bed actually :)
Dick, collapsed over the counter having barely slept coming back from his police job only to wake up for patrol: duke. please turn the lights off. it’s so bright please duke i’m blind
Duke: not only are the ceiling lamps off but I am actively absorbing literally all the light in the room. goodnight
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apple-lovey · 8 months ago
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Leave it to DC comics to write a character getting borderline/actually SA’d just for them to disregard it and pretend it never existed
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soleminisanction · 11 months ago
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Do you think Tim would have been more angry at Steph for starting the war games if she survived/didn’t fake her death? Or do you think the fact that she tried to fix it in the end would absolve her of that blame a little bit in his eyes?
I always love your analysis btw! Thanks for sharing your thoughts with the world
That's a good question. An interesting complication to the answer being: does canon Tim even know that Steph was responsible for for starting the War Games?
It can be hard to tell because certain people muddled the waters a lot (cough Brian Q Miller cough no-nothing wiki writers cough cough) but near as I've been able to glean from reading the comics, so far as most people in-universe were concerned, the blame for the War Games gang war fell on Batman's shoulders. There was a big publicity campaign during the War Crimes arc that followed that outed Steph as the girl Robin, but it painted her as a martyr and laid all the blame at Batman's feet.
Near as I could tell, the only people who actually knew Steph was involved with causing the war were Bruce, Selina, Black Mask, and Cass; and Bruce also blamed himself. The only person who ever really held Steph responsible was Cass.
So the question is, was Tim only not upset because he didn't know about Steph's involvement? Personally, I like to think that, if Steph had lived/not faked her death, she would've been open about her part, and that she'd continue the arc she showed in War Games of newfound awareness and understanding of how her actions affect others.
And if she did that, I think Tim wouldn't be angry. Hurt, yes. I think the whole mess of emotions surrounding those days, especially the fact that she became Robin in part to deliberately hurt him, would irrevocably damage their relationship to the point where they couldn't date anymore, and they'd need to spend some time apart. Tim would go off to Bludhaven with Cass after his dad dies, and Steph would go... somewhere else, away from Gotham, maybe with her mom, to recover and figure out her own way to move on after everything.
But the parting, I like to think, would be more sad than angry, a mix of remorse and hurt and being glad they're both alive and just... knowing they can't be around each other right now. That they won't be able to stand doing that again for a while.
Eventually, after a few months or years, they might get back to a point where they've worked through the grief and trauma enough to be friends again. And it'll be a different relationship than they had before, but it'd still be good. Or maybe they'd just stay apart from each other and live their own lives. You never know.
So yeah, bit of a ramble, but that's how I figure it'd work. Steph really does show her best character during War Games so I'm inclined to say that people who met her in the immediate aftermath, especially people who knew her before and could see how she'd changed, would give her the benefit of the doubt.
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s3ptemberist · 2 years ago
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scott pilgrims ur marble hornets
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ask-the-curtis-gang · 2 months ago
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has literally anyone asked Curly about his time at reform school?? Like not even pony - bc y’all don’t even know how messed up those places are like Jesus
I know how they are. I think yall forget who you're talkin to. I've... tried. look. it ain't the easiest thing to talk about. you've heard of em? try bein in em. it's easiest just to. move on. pretend it happened to someone else. the kid doesn't wanna talk. I ain't gonna make him.
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mamawasatesttube · 1 year ago
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like godddd i just wish yj:owaw had included less zany action and more about clone baby guardian. like. waller said anything cadmus created belongs to her and the government. give me a moment of kon looking at his teammates and asking "so do you guys think i'm government property too, then?"
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motleyfam · 1 year ago
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So, in the fic where Tim gets his appendix out, Jason tells him that he usually freaks out before he gets put under, not after. Now that Tim knows, how would he comfort Jason? I'm thinking, like, imagine that Jason breaks his leg badly on patrol, so urgent surgery is in order. Would Tim try to prevent him from freaking out? How?
P.s. i said i a thousand rimes bur I love your works!! You're amazing!!
Ooh so I've actually answered a similar question pretty recently (although that was focused more on the needle aspect than the anesthesia/loss of control aspect which I headcanon to be Jason's main issue with being put under)
Honestly? I think Tim would be the worst family member to try to comfort Jason through something like this. Not for anything that Tim is doing right or wrong, just because anesthesia is something that really freaks Jason out, and his response to being freaked out is a) to angry cry, and b) to lash out at people. Because he knows this about himself, and he's also extremely protective of Tim, he tries not to let Tim see him when he's not fully in control of himself. So while Jason would totally be great in a crisis involving Tim, he does terribly when the roles are reversed.
BUT that being said, if Tim was the only one available, I think Tim would end up offering his hand to squeeze, and Jason would hesitate at first but eventually take it. He'd probably also be trying really hard not to cry, which Tim would very intentionally act as through he wasn't noticing because at the end of the day, Jason needs his dignity more than anything.
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redsupulse · 4 months ago
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make ur first post my devil's minion inspired tim drake x reader au.
Be a freak embrace it
youre so right anon. anyway au posted. i have more ideas for this that include actual plot so we’ll see if people are interested
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timothyslucy · 1 year ago
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actual visual representation of me decaying in bed all day due to those bts pics of lucy in the hospital.
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stargazinglesbian · 10 months ago
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i should do more warmup drawings i loved drawing that stupid little meme yesterday that was so fun
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crimswnred · 2 years ago
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Tim x MC but from Tim’s pov? What do you think he was thinking about her throughout the show? What do you think his confessionals were like?
I can picture him talking about his dream girl and MC and then him name dropping her but the producers cut out the name part so it seems like it could be about Jen. 👀 I do love me the angst. 😂
oh, anon
I think he was like, "oh if only a girl could understand me like MC does, you know? things are just so chill with her and i can be myself when it's just us" and then they ask him why don't just go after her and he just blushes and is like, "whaaaat? we're just friends! what are you saying?" 🫣
you know when both of them win the kissing challenge and a date and he's like, "wouldn't it be funny if we just took each other out?" 😁😁😁😁😁 like, I think it's the same vibe with his confessions, just Tim being: "wouldn't it be funny if we just coupled up HAHAHA unless?"
and then, he's talking about how Levi is stupid for stringing such a beautiful, smart, funny girl along and going on about how he wouldn't be that stupid and the producers are like, "wow, we didn't know you liked Jen that much" and Tim's like, "yeah...... Jen......"
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n0tsketchyy · 2 months ago
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Headcanon that Jason goes to his grave to relax and absolutely scares the shit out of people
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Dick: approaching Jason's headstone with flowers, and teary eyes "Hey Little Wing... I know we argued yesterday, and I—I just needed to come here like I used to. Sometimes I forget you're actually back."
The ground shifts slightly beneath him. Dick freezes.
Jason: casually pushing open his coffin lid and sitting up with bed hair and a stifled yawn "Could you keep it down? Some of us are trying to rest in peace here."
Dick: jumps backward, tripping over a nearby headstone and falling flat on his back. His scream echoes through the cemetery. "HOLY SHIT! WHAT THE ACTUAL—" clutches his chest "JASON?!"
Jason: stretching "Who were you expecting? The Joker?"
Dick: scrambling to his feet, voice cracking "WHY WERE YOU IN YOUR GRAVE?!"
Jason: climbing out and brushing dirt off his jacket "It's the only place in this godforsaken city where I can get some peace and quiet. Alfred's always cleaning at the manor, Tim's typing is incessant, and Damian—" shudders dramatically, "—exists loudly." gestures to the coffin "Memory foam. Added it last month."
Dick: still hyperventilating "That's... that's the most morbid thing I've ever heard."
Jason: shrugging "Says the guy who talks to my headstone when I'm not dead."
Dick: after a long pause "...Does Alfred know about this?"
Jason: "Who do you think brings me sandwiches?"
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screampied · 7 months ago
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you always had a bad habit of falling asleep—not just anywhere though, but on sukuna ryōmen’s notorious throne. .
he hated it.
he hated how how you hogged up his space.
he hated how your near-quiet snores would echo through his poorly aged walls.
most importantly though, he hated how frustratingly cute you looked . . all scrunched up, curled up in a ball, and occasionally shivering a bit from the cool air that settled against your bare skin.
“tch..” he’d sigh, feeling his muscles ache with each step he took toward you. as usual, sukuna had just returned from some battle and here you were, always waiting for him to return. he’s probably told you over about a hundred times that you could have slept in his private chambers but no—you always preferred his throne. always.
you never told him, but part of the reason why you loved sleeping on it was because of his strong scent that always lingered on the piece of ancient furniture. a musky scent that you’d grow to always miss whenever he wasn’t with you.
“oi. you awake?” sukuna grumbles, and you shift a bit once he lifts you. you could hear him murmuring vexed curses under his breath as he positioned you to lean up a certain way. crimson-velvet eyes bore into your sleeping state and sukuna held back a snickering smile. “pft. ‘course not,” and you felt him starting to trod away with you snugly cradled in his broad arms. as sukuna made his way upstairs, he softly strokes a thumb underneath your nape. “brat. sleep in my bed next time. you’re gonna get back aches at this rate.”
despite his cold-hearted, rough exterior he was always gentle with you. only you. just you.
sukuna carried you in his arms like every other night—sometimes, he wonders if you do this on purpose. purposely falling asleep on his throne just so he could pick you up bridal style, bringing you back to his bed.
each step he took shook your entire body, and you let off a groan in your sleep from the abrupt bumps. “i know. i know little one. just a few more steps.” he rolls his eyes, secretly finding your slumbering state adorable. never in a million years would he ever admit it though.
as the wooden stairs creak—he continues to walk, occasionally looking down at you. right as he’s at the final groaning step, sukuna tenses a bit, feeling your head brush up against his soft exposed pecs.
his fleecy kimono was half open and you’re just buried in his arms, snuggling all against him like a needy cat.
the audacity. .
his pink slit brow furrows as he scoffs at the sight, bringing you inside his quiet spacious bedroom. gently, he starts to lie you down on the mattress but that’s when your arms wrap around him.
“eh? what are you-” sukuna grunts, and that’s when he collapses right against your chest. sukuna deadpans once your warm legs and arms sneakily snake around him—clinging onto him tight like a koala. “keh.. such a handsy pest, even when you’re dead asleep.” he clicks his tongue, letting you drag him further into the bed with you.
sukuna feels a strange feeling pooling near the very bottom depths of his heart.
it’s eerily strange . .
it doesn’t feel like the usual resentment, hatred, or even arrogance he feels toward others ‘below him’.
he finds himself melting into your tender touch, his chin gradually burying itself in your shoulder.
the soreness in his muscles started to subside as he was just on top of you—inhaling your sweet scent, stubbornly grumbling swears in your neck.
sukuna was feeling . . . soft.
he was so closely pressed up against you that he could feel the steady racing beats of your heart. each slow-paced ba-dump! that pumped out of your chest quickened by the second.
was . . he the one making your heart race?
sukuna heard how your shallow breaths significantly slowed, and your arms started to tighten more around his thick neck. he didn’t think he’d ever feel like this. whatever… emotion this was.
sure, he’s had to carry you up to his chambers so you’d sleep more comfortably lots of times but this- this moment felt more a bit different.
“i . . can’t sleep like this, y’know,” the demon breaks the silence, huffing at the awkward predicament he was in. sukuna was currently lying on top of you, hovering over you just so he wouldn’t crush your cute human body. with each longing second passing, he could already feel his limbs starting to ache from just idly hanging over you. “at least let me rest near the side.”
no reply.
sukuna scoffs again, realizing he’s practically talking to himself. but instead of responding with actual words—you cling onto him even tighter, your non-verbal way of saying ‘stay.’
“you’re even more annoying when you’re asleep,” he sighs, pinching his forehead. “fine.. i’ll- i’ll stay like this. here, with you. ‘s not like i plan to go anywher—” sukuna gets cut off once he sees you shifting a bit in your sleep again.
the silence was undeniably loud. with his lips mutely parting, he watches as you get more comfortable, letting off a few heavy exhales.
sukuna starts to ponder to himself. you looked so peaceful . . sound asleep.
he wondered what you were dreaming about. he was so busy staring at you while you slept that he didn’t even notice that he was starting to get drowsy himself. sukuna’s eyelids started to droop and he grunted, letting off an obnoxious yawn.
with watery eyes, sukuna stretches his arms before sinking his face back into your left shoulder. your warmth made him quietly purr into your neck. it was faint, but you heard it.
sukuna even mimicked some of your movements from earlier, softly rubbing his forehead against you as you held him close. “huh. this isn’t . . that bad,” he gruffly utters, his gravely voice pitching.
your chin rests on the top of his head, and sukuna gives you one last glance.
“i. . i love you.” he quietly whispers, thinking that just because you were asleep you couldn’t hear.
but- you did, you heard it all. every word.
little did sukuna know, you were actually wide awake the entire time. you woke up when he was carrying you up the stairs, but you just pretended to be asleep from that point up until now.
a small genuine smile curves on both sides of your crooked lips as your eyelids remain closed. in a sweet groggy voice, you instantly replied, “love you too ‘kuna. it’s about time you finally said it.”
sukuna’s eyes widen as his head quickly rises from against your chest. you’re looking down at him with very much open eyes now and the world’s smugest grin.
his cheeks—they’re burning, flushing with a rosy flamed color and you don’t think you’ve ever seen sukuna ryomen more embarrassed.
“you . . you didn’t . . hear that.”
“i definitely heard it.”
“ugh. i hate you.”
“i love youuu.”
“i… love you too, stupid cheeky human. now go back to sleep. hmph.”
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crownorclover · 7 months ago
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playing around w texture and dusting off unused brushes. as always, a very special thank u to mr tims for being my favorite "guy in a void" subject
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apatheticsunday · 2 months ago
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DPxDC The Guy
AKA "There's a problem, so Jason Todd does the whole 'I know a guy' routine except his guy is Danny Fenton. And Danny literally just stands around and yaps while Jason fixes the problem. The Batfam are like??? Who the hell is this guy??" prompt idea! Lowkey dead on main but can be read as friends! :)
This literally won't leave my brain! I just imagine how hilarious it would be if one of the Batfam had a problem, maybe their bike got messed up while on patrol, and Jason's just like don't worry about it. I know a guy. He calls up some guy named Danny and asks for a favor.
Danny shows up in civvies - just an old NASA hoodie, ripped jeans, and ratty Converse. Dick expects Danny to be a mechanic or something because he's brought a bag of tools, but instead he just deadass starts talking about his day?? And Jason takes the bag, kneels down next to Dick's bike, and works on it while Danny orbits around him yapping nonstop.
Dick's just like?? Why did you even call this guy, he's not even helping???
("Jay, what-," Dick interrupts Danny's rant about his chemistry professor's obsession with Scarecrow, only to be silenced by Jason's murderous glare from beside the motorcycle. Jason nods at Danny to continue and the guy offers a sunny smile before giving a in-depth analysis of why fear toxin is just bad weed. Dick watches from afar as Danny's monologue forces several abrupt, snorting laughs from Jason. It's a sound Dick hasn't heard for years.)
The next time it happens is at the Manor. Jason is helping Alfred cook breakfast in the kitchen; Alfred opens the pantry door and pauses.
"What?" Jason leans around Alfred to peer at the curiously empty glass jar of what was probably flour.
"We seem to have some wayward flour on our hands. How odd, as I restocked it Tuesday." Alfred's tone made it clear he knew exactly who it was (Dick, who's just visited the manor the other day to 'see his siblings', AKA to raid the pantry since he didn't want to go grocery shopping) and there would be consequences.
Jason brushes sugar off his hands and reaches for his phone, almost smiling when he says, "Don't sweat it, Alfie. I know a guy."
Twelve minutes later, Daniel Fenton knocks on the door of Wayne Manor with a bag of flour in hand and coffee from the little cafe near Jason's apartment. Tim and Steph stumble into the kitchen bleary-eyed from late night patrol about two hours later. Only to find Danny sitting at the kitchen island chatting with Alfred and Jason about the English pre-war printing processes. Jason's smile is so wide that his dimples pop against his cheeks. (Tim stares, feeling some sort of... not nostalgia exactly, but something like it. Jason looks younger, grinning wryly at Danny, a streak of flour on his chin. He looks like the old Robin, the one Tim used to take pictures of and quietly idolize. Jason looks... happy.)
It becomes a well-known habit. Sink's broken? Cat stuck in a tree? It gets to a point where the Batfam know that Jason will call Danny for increasingly ridiculous stuff.
Damian: Todd, I require assistance-
Jason: Sure, I know a guy.
Damian: Is it Daniel?
Jason:
Jason: Do you want my help or not, brat?
Except one time it's serious. End-of-the-world, intergalactic crisis, tell-your-kids-you-love-them kind of serious. Jason's hand goes to his phone even as his siblings, his father Batman, and several of the Justice League grimly debate the world's fate. Nightwing notices Jason typing at his phone before the rest do.
"Hood, you can't be serious. You can't involve a civilian in this!"
Jason ignores him and the subsequent outcries of his family, the confusion of Batman and the JL, to press the phone to his ear. This time, however, he doesn't ask for Danny. When the familiar cheeky voice calls out what's cookin', good lookin'? from the phone, Jason's voice is grim when he says, "Phantom, I need a favor."
There's silence. Then, it's almost like an abrupt change in air pressure or the undeniable crush of tectonic plates grinding together. When a green portal pulls apart the fabric of reality, Danny doesn't step out. It's Phantom, High King of Infinite Realms, Space, and Heir to Father Time, clad in regal attire with a crown of white-hot flames nestled into his hair. His steps are sure when he walks past the tense crowd of superheroes.
"You called?" Phantom asks. His unnatural Lazarus-green eyes burn into Jason, but there's a midwestern twang in his voice that's so reminiscent of Danny that Jason can't help a small huffing laugh.
Jason turns back to his family and the JL, gesturing to Danny. His family have already made the connection. Likely because Danny's accent, the subtle similarities between Danny's human appearance and his Realms appearance, and the fact that there's only one person Jason ever calls. Danny turns to the League with a bright smile and introduces himself as, "Danny Phantom, but you can call me Phantom."
(And then they kiss!! Just kidding. But Danny probably saves the world and then they go back to the Manor, much to the confusion of the batfam. The batfam are all like, wtf, Jason?? You didn't tell us the guy you've been hanging out with all the time was the freakin' King of Infinite Realms?? And Jason just shrugs, and is like, well... I guess living with him kinda desensitizes you to all the ghostly shit? That's how the batfam find out Jason and Danny are living together. Are they boyfriends?? Maybe, maybe not. But it seems suspicious that Jason's always calling Danny, seemingly just because he likes being around him, hm? ;))
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