#tiny companion

[borrowedtimeandspace]

Borrowed Magic: Lost in Flight

There's something out of place in Wellwood forest, and a mismatched pair of someones chasing after it.

Bowman Leafwing wouldn't be the patrolsprite he is if he didn't investigate. It's hardly his fault that it leads to a much bigger adventure than he anticipated!

How could he plan ahead for travel through time and space?

Posting on Archive of our Own Thursdays @ 5pm Central Time

Cowritten by @borrowedtimeandspace and @neonthewrite

Artwork by the lovely @abookishweasel

[timethehobo]

Just a lil sweetie. Don’t hurt him.

[savingourfour-leggedfriends]

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[kenchann]

the honk shoo guy... again

[nyarlah]

Tiny angry Johnny

[yuzuuu4]

N□□ Sh□□ing: □h□ □ola□o□d St□□ring □u Gua□g □□□ □he□□ Xia□s□i

[toon-link-plush-daily]

Todays toon link joined me on my business trip

[screwsfall0ut]

Tim Drake Befriends a Bee Minific

When Tim was young and very lonely, he befriended a bumblebee. 

Back then, he was curious in a way that teased wonder on every rusted fire escape. At 9 years old, even Gotham’s grimiest streets sparkled under the right light and perfect Summer days were for adventure, not dread. 

It had been one of those perfect days - balmy, sunny, fresh, and crisp - when Tim almost stepped on a bee. He paused, one leg raised, light up sneakers still flashing, and hopped to the side. 

He carefully picked it up. The poor thing didn't have wings. It was so delicate. Its tiny legs tickled Tim's palms.

Tim was stricken with fear that it would die on the hot pavement, alone and scared. It needed to be protected. It needed a chance.

An eyedropper of sugar water and 30 minutes later, the bee was moving - crawling all over the table and, eventually, over Tim's hands. He brought the bee out into the garden, letting it examine the roses, the lavender, the yarrow.

Tim couldn’t leave it out there, defenseless, with no one to watch over it, to make sure it wasn't eaten or crushed or lonely. 

He named the bee Sisko, after his favorite Star Trek character, and because it was an onomatopoeia of the strange buzzing sound Sisko would make while traveling up and down Tim’s arms.

Day after day, Sisko and Tim would make new sugar water, then go explore every flower and bush and stone on the Drake property. Sisko’s favorites were the yellow roses, which had bloomed brighter and taller than anything else that season. Sisko would always crawl back to Tim’s hands in the end, or his arms, sometimes even up Tim's neck and into his bushy hair to keep Tim company while heating up chicken nuggets or peeling open protein bars or chowing down cold pizza. 

At night, Sisko slept in the ratty, soft stomach of Tim’s favorite stuffed animal, a bunny his Mom had given him when he was too young to remember. Tim moved the stuffy from his bed to his dresser (he was nervous about rolling onto Sisko in his sleep) and every night checked that Sisko was safe and sound before turning out the lights. 

They were friends - best friends. 

With Sisko, Tim lost the urge to wander off in Gotham proper for batwatching. Instead, he’d re-learned every step of Drake property, fell in love again with the flowers and trails, the old, old trees, and the pond out near the property line. 

Tim knew Sisko was on borrowed time (of course he did) but against all logic, Tim was certain that Sisko wasn’t any normal bumblebee. How could he be? Not when he’d chosen Tim, not when they'd made a home together. Anyway, why should it be so ridiculous to think that Sisko might be a witch's familiar or a companion like Jiminy Cricket. Magic was real, and there were stranger things on Gotham's streets every day.

Tim started to believe, actually believe, that one day he and Sisko might slip into Narnia or Wonderland or Middle Earth. Every day was an adventure.

Eventually the cold began to creep back, hardening the ground, taking the flowers, and turning the leaves. It was a chilly Sunday afternoon when Sisko crawled into Tim’s palm, fell asleep, and never woke up again. No matter how much Tim begged and begged and begged.  

He'd died so quietly. So unceremoniously. Tim wasn't ready. It wasn't fair.

Sisko was just a bee, and Tim was just a boy, and there were no magic wardrobes waiting for them.

Tim buried Sisko under the yellow rose bush, long gone spindly and brown. He cried so much that he'd thrown up in the dirt. 

Later that week, Scarecrow broke out of Arkham. For the first time since June, Tim pulled out his black clothes and his camera bag to watch Batman and Robin save the day. 

The click click of his camera shutter, the smoggy sky, the sweet rot smell of the dumpsters: that was familiar. Tim was a shadow again. He could lose himself: in the dark, in the night. 

Tim tucked his bunny stuffy into the back of his closet. He stopped waiting for magic to find him, at least, not the kind you'd read about in storybooks. Magic may have been real, but it was for people like Robin, people who swung from rooftops and laughed loud and made the world brighter. It was never meant for someone like Tim.

[lackadaisycal-art]

Love the energy of the new doctor who episodes, love Ncuti Gatwa's charisma and the show's willingness to take risks. That being said I'm a bit sad we don't seem to be getting the old character focus of the og RTD seasons. I really like Millie Gibson's performance but on a script level Ruby Sunday doesn't feel like a real person to me. What drives her, what are her flaws, what's her socioeconomic background and how does that inform her behaviour, what are the unlikable parts of her, what does she want most? What's her relationship to her mother like beyond aspirationally and non-specifically positive? How does she dress when she's just sitting around at home? What might she butt heads with the doctor about???

[animatedjen]

The Mantis Crew explores Jedha | Jedi Survivor (mod)

[thetarttfuldickhead]

They’re not quite friends. Not yet.

The January light is distant, and cold. Pale dawn over damp pavements as Jamie pulls his knees higher, and higher, and higher, just ‘cause Roy said so. “Once more,” Roy says, and Jamie doesn’t protest. Does it once more.

Roy doesn’t tell him well done. Roy doesn’t invite him for breakfast. “Go fucking shower,” Roy says, and tells him not to be late for training.

They’re not friends.

February, and if Roy brings a bottle of sports drink to silently hand Jamie once he’s finished with his last bout of jumping jacks that’s still not friendship. That’s… reason. Precaution. Ted will have his ear off if he breaks a player and fucking Tartt can’t be trusted to call it quits before he collapses, so.

In March, weeks after Zava, Jamie scores a brace against Wolves and when he walks off the pitch Roy gives him the tiniest of nods. Hard work paying off; he can acknowledge that. And Jamie nods back, curt, but then – before Roy can look away – there’s a smile growing on his face, bright and wild and—

Roy looks away.

It’s April and Roy goes down with a cold. Doesn’t call his sister, ‘cause she’d be a pain about it, and doesn’t call Ted, because Roy can get away with not doing that, and doesn’t call Keeley, because he doesn’t get to call Keeley anymore.

He doesn’t call Jamie either, because why the fuck would he. They’re not friends. Little prick will be ecstatic for a lie-in.

Painkillers and water and back to his bed and it’s a quarter to five when a furious pounding on his door wakes him once more. The knocking doesn’t cease, no matter Roy’s spat curses, and when he pulls the door open with murder in his mouth there’s Jamie, staring at him with wide eyes.

“Jesus, man,” Jamie says, somewhere between accusatory and alarmed. “The fuck happened to you? I was waiting, but you didn’t—”

“I’m ill,” Roy snaps. The admission should cost him something, maybe, but he manages to turn it around, twist it, and shape shame into admonition.

The bile rolls right off Jamie, who rolls his eyes. “Yeah, mate, I can see that.” He cocks his head to the side, hesitating. “Do you. Um. Can I get you anything? I should get you something, right?”

“No,” Roy say, because fuck no, and what is Jamie even doing here, why does he even—

“I’m making you tea,” Jamie declares, and he pushes past Roy and past Roy’s incensed but fever-weak protests.

They’re not friends, so it doesn’t make sense for Roy not to throw Jamie out, so Roy decides not to think about that as he sinks down on his coach and lets Jamie bring him tea.

Come tomorrow, they can both blame it on the fever.

[timethehobo]

Tiny companion professor is proud of you for making it through half the week! 👍

[caesarinsalata]

Companion

I listened to one song on repeat while doing this...

[pinkfey]

remember how in dao there were always like multiple flirty options u could just spring on ur love interest and it wasn't something that was brushed past it would stop a conversation dead in its tracks to have a cute secondary flirty offshoot with small variations dependent on the flirty option u initially chose with a unique course correction to get back on topic after...... yeah.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Can you imagine giving foul legacy like a mini plushie of him... its like the nui childe doll but foul legacy. Grabable, portable and squeezable

hhehheeheheehhooohohoho return of the Foul Legacy plushie

you've been thinking for a while that the narwhal plush you gave to Foul Legacy all those months ago is looking a little... lonely. still wonderfully soft and squishy, done in a sweet, rich blue fabric, but Archons, does it look lonesome whenever you see it sitting in Legacy's empty blanket nest. a small little narwhal, against the world all by itself. no no no, that won't do at all! you simply must give the plush a little friend so they can keep each other company! the real question is who. you mull over it, idly running your hands through Foul Legacy's hair and scritching behind his horns. maybe a fox? Ajax reminds you of a fox, especially during the few times you've visited Snezhnaya with him- his hair looks like fire against the snow

Legacy purrs under your fingers, tilting his head and craning his neck in hopes that your hand will move under his chin. you blink before a slow smile spreads over your face, cooing at him and scratching just the place he wanted, knowing exactly the plushie you want to make

this plush you can't go and buy, unlike the narwhal. Foul Legacy is both complex and an enigma to most people of Liyue, and you're not about to put him and yourself in danger just to potentially commission someone for a plushie. you secretly make your own when you're not at work, usually right when the clock strikes his dozing time and you're left as a pillow for his head. it takes several weeks to make and more than a couple accidental needle pricks, but you're finally able to gingerly tuck the tiny, soft Foul Legacy into your Abyssal monster's arms while he's sleeping, right next to the narwhal plush already being held tight and lovingly

his gradual confusion that morphs into surprise, then delight, fills the air with chitters and trills once he awakens, and the look of adoration he gives you makes the stabbed fingers and knotted thread all worth it

[longcatsscribbles]

Though earth and man are gone, I thought the cube would last forever.

I WAS WRONG