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[cckittycreative]

Just rough sketches for now cause I'm still kinda feeling these out...but God!Lamb still needs siblings. I thought initially I'd make some OCs to take the place of the bishops in my fanfic but then someone made a comment on my second chapter that spawned a better idea. Probably not a unique one, but fun.

[hazel-of-sodor]

Okay so on What's lost is found in the coming months...

Traintober is coming.

For those who dont know, every year the ttte fandom on tumblr releases a set of Prompts for the month of October, one for each day. You can make something based on the prompts, as many or as few as you want.

Last year I managed all 31 prompts. I don't know if I can manage that this year...but I'd like to try. Which means sometime August/September (whenever they release the list) I'm going in.

So at that time writing on WLiF will be paused. If possible I'd like to pause WLIF the Tuesday before October and pick it up sometime after Traintober.

I also think the break will do the series some good, letting the characters rest a bit in favor of the main ttte/cast and adjacent ocs. Im not sure when the Traintober prompts will drop, just letting yall know the plans

[dccomicsimagines]

Spirit of Thanksgiving - Tim Drake x Reader

Requested by @cardanisafurry  -  Could I, Could I maybe get some more Tim Drake x gn!Reader? I’ve been in a tim drake mode after reading your study help story and it was just so good! You’ve been my favourite dc author since I first found your work and that was before you started WLIF! It seems like forever ago. Ik I didn’t really specify what I wanted in the fic but maybe it could be married life and interacting with the batfam?

Author’s Note - I made this Thanksgiving theme and added some drama. Also it’s a day late and it’s a little rough, so I’m sorry about that. 

***

“Timmy? Did you find the card table in the basement?” You called from the kitchen as you slid the turkey back into the oven after you basted it again.

“I did.” Tim grunted from the basement door just outside of the kitchen. He stomped up the stairs and appeared with the heavy old card table you inherited from your grandmother. Leaning it against the wall, Tim sighed and stretched his arms above his head. 

You drank in the sight of him. He may have lost some of his muscle mass when he retired from hero life, but he still had it. You almost drooled.

“I need to wipe off the dust.” Tim came in and wet a towel. You rolled your eyes, pinching his ass through his jeans. “Hey.” He jumped, looking at you with flushed cheeks. Slowly, a smirk pulled on his lips. 

“Can’t help it.” You shrugged innocently. Tim leaned over and kissed your lips. “Yummy.”

Tim pulled away. “I wish your family wasn’t coming soon.” 

You raised an eyebrow. “Trust me, love. We���ll have more than enough time once they all go home.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into him. You laughed, loving how warm he was. Your arms slipped around his neck. 

“Maybe tonight will be the night,” Tim whispered, looking down at your stomach. 

“We can hope.” You winked at him before stealing the wet towel from his hand and going to clean off the card table. “So we’ll set this up at the end of the dining room table. That should get us enough space for my cousins.” 

Tim rolled his eyes. “I can’t believe how big your family is. I remember feeling like a stranger at our wedding.” He flinched, probably remembering that he had asked his family to not come. You disagreed with his choice, but supported him in it. There wasn’t much you could do.

“Well, the turkey is cooking wonderfully,” you said, trying to cheer him up. “The pies are in the fridge. My family should have everything else.” 

“Right.” Tim turned on the oven light and peeked inside. “Smells great.” You finished the table, taking a peek at him. The oven light threw a shadow across his face. 

“Tim, you know there is still time. You could invite them. I imagine they could be here in twenty minutes if they took the batplane.” You went to him, tossing the towel in the sink. Taking his hand, you pulled him to face you. “It’s been three years. Why not make amends?”

“I can’t.” The words tore out of him. He looked into your eyes with his pretty blues. You hoped if your children would get his eyes. “I don’t even know how I would begin.” 

You smiled. “I’m sorry would help.” You tilted your head and kissed his lips. “Why don’t you try? Just call them. If they don’t pick up, then that’s it, but at least try. Please? For me?” You widened your eyes and pouted your lips. 

Tim’s resolve melted instantly. “Okay.” He took a deep breath. “I’ll call.” He took his phone out of his pocket and glanced at it like it was about to explode. 

“Do you want me to stay or should I go see if I can find those folding chairs to go with the table?” You put your hands on your hips, eyeing his phone too.

“Please stay.” He swallowed hard, scrolling through his contacts for Bruce’s number. It didn’t have a name with it. He knew it from the number alone. Tim closed his eyes as he hovered over the call button. You rubbed his arm, pressing against yourself into his side. “We won’t have enough room if they come.”

“I’ll call my mom and tell her to bring another table and more chairs.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “No excuses. Just do it, Timmy.” 

Tim took a deep breath and hit the call button. He turned on the speaker, biting his lip. His hair fell into his eyes. You reached up to brush it back. 

It rang four times. “Tim? What’s wrong?” You and Tim held your breaths at the sound of Bruce’s voice. It was cold, older than it was the last time you heard it. Of course, the last time you heard it, Bruce was laying into Tim. A ice cold shiver ran down your spine, you shook your head to clear the memory from your mind. 

“Hi.” Tim cleared his throat. Blood drained from his face. Silence filled the air. 

You sighed softly. “Hi, Bruce. How are you?” 

“I’m...decent.” You heard bats screeching in the background on Bruce’s end. 

“That’s good. We’re doing great out here. Tim’s company is doing very well.” You smiled at Tim as he looked blankly at you. “The new house is great too.” 

Bruce grunted. “I know.” He paused. “I kept tabs on you two.”

“Of course, you did,” Tim mumbled under his breath. You smacked his arm. Tim winced. “Do you have any...Thanksgiving plans today?” 

Bruce went quiet to the point you were worried he had hung up. “No, there is work to be done.”

Tim gave you a ‘told ya so’ look. You smacked his arm again. “Bruce, we’d love for you to come out to our house for Thanksgiving. Dinner will be at four. We always eat early. That way you can be back in Gotham before anything happens.” You smiled sweetly at Tim. “Bring Damian or anyone else with you. We have plenty of food.”

The only sound was the bats screeching. You held your breath. Tim bit his lip, studying you carefully. “I want you to come, Bruce,” Tim choked. You looked at him in surprise before smiling in relief. 

Bruce sighed. “I’ll be there.” He paused. “It will just be me and Ace.”

“Ace?” you asked, blinking in confusion. 

“My dog.” Bruce cleared his throat. “Is that alright?”

Tim raised an eyebrow. “Of course, bring Ace,” you said, kissing Tim’s cheek. “So be here by three. We’ll have appetizers and things.” 

“I’ll be there.” Bruce hung up the phone afterwards. You jumped on Tim, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Doesn’t it feel great to be the bigger person?” You laughed, kissing his lips. Tim put his phone on his pocket before hugging you back tightly and returning your kiss.

“It feels...okay.” Tim smirked as you pulled away. He panted slightly. “I wonder where is Damian?” He frowned. “I mean he chose him over me.”

“Stop it.” You patted his cheek. “Don’t do that now.” You took out your own phone. “I’m calling my mom to bring another table and more chairs. Can you get the folding table set up?” 

Tim chuckled behind you before doing what you asked. You hoped this would be good for Tim. He hadn’t been the same ever since the fight that drove a wedge between him and his family. Today, you hoped would be a new beginning for him and Bruce at the very least. 

***

Bruce stood outside the Drake house with Ace sitting beside him. He admitted it was a good sized house, very modern. In the corner of his eye, he could see the security system running perfectly. A smirk pulled at his lips. Tim was still the same. Careful and thorough. The smirk dropped as Bruce remembered the fight that caused Tim to estrange himself from him.

Damian had gone off the deep end, choosing to break the code and murder a serial killer who was targeting the children of Gotham. Bruce swallowed hard. He arrived on the scene first and covered up Damian’s murder. The rest of the family found out eventually when Damian let it slip during an argument between him and Tim. 

Tim believed Damian should have his mask taken away. Bruce refused, thus Tim left. Of course, Bruce was simplifying things. The ugly words he had said to Tim during that argument still haunted him. He hadn’t seen Tim in three years. Now Tim was married to his former girlfriend, who Bruce always approved of. He started his own company that Bruce knew would eventually rival Wayne Enterprises. His chest ached from how proud he was.

Meanwhile, Damian pulled away from his father slowly and painfully. Bruce hadn’t spoken to Damian in months. Damian patrolled as Batman now, taking over when Bruce stepped down. A wild, incontrollable Batman. Bruce knew it was his fault and he debated whether he should have taken the mask away from Damian like Tim suggested. 

Time got away from him until the front door opened and you exited. “Hello there,” you said, coming up to him and offering him a hug. Bruce accepted it, surprised as he gently patted your back. “Thank you for coming, Bruce.”

“Thank you for the invitation.” Bruce let you pull away from him. He took in your blouse and slacks, glad he wouldn’t feel overdressed in his slacks and button down shirt. “I got to admit, I was very surprised.”

You tilted your head at him before kneeling down to greet Ace. Ace barked, loving the attention. “Time heals all wounds. Besides, Tim wanted to be the bigger person.” You winked up at Bruce. Bruce remembered why he liked you. You had Alfred’s tendency to bring people together. 

Bruce gazed at the house, noting the two children peering out of an upstairs window at him. “Is your family here?”

“Yep.” You stood up, following Bruce’s gaze to the window. “Those are my cousins’ kids. They were playing with Tim’s Switch.” You waved at them. The children disappeared. You took Bruce’s hand. Bruce glanced down at your hand in surprise. “Now let’s go inside. It’s too cold to be standing out here.” 

Bruce let you lead him into the house. Ace went in first and started sniffing around at the different people. Most of your family greeted him until he found your aunt on the couch. As if Ace could sense she was a dog person, he jumped on the couch next to her and preceded to be loved up by her. Bruce smiled, glad at least Ace would have a good time. He looked around, trying to find Tim, but he was nowhere in sight. 

You took his coat. “Bruce, this is my dad,” you said, nodding to the man who came up to shake his hand. “Dad, you mind taking Bruce around and introducing him to everyone? I got to head back to the kitchen.”

“Of course,” your father agreed, smiling at Bruce. “It’s nice to finally meet you.” Bruce noted you got your smile from your father. It was as infectious as yours.

“It’s nice to meet you too. Your daughter is...well...good for my son.” Bruce cleared his throat, dropping your father’s hand. 

“Personally, I think your son is good for my daughter. They do make a good pair.” Your father clapped a hand on Bruce’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s get you a drink.” Bruce allowed your father to drag him off. He felt so out of his element, but he relaxed. However, he kept looking around for Tim, but Tim was nowhere to be found.

***

You were informed of Tim’s absence by one of your cousins. “Go find him, dear,” your mom said, sending you out of the kitchen. “I’ll finish here.” 

“Thanks Mom.” You began to search the house. Your aunts, older cousins, and Ace were in the living room, chatting and going through Black Friday ads. Your uncles, your father, and Bruce were in the den playing poker. Part of you wondered if they were only playing poker because they knew Bruce was rich. When you saw your father had most of the chips in front of him, you knew that was the case. He had done the same thing to Tim when he first met him.

Heading upstairs, you checked on your kid cousins. They were still playing with the Switch. None of them had seen Tim after he set it up for them. You frowned, hoping he didn’t run away. 

Finally, you checked your bedroom. It was empty and perfectly clean. However, the closet door was partially ajar. You nudged the door open the rest of the way to find Tim sitting in the darkest corner of the closet. “Tim?” You sighed in relief.

“(Y/N)?” Tim jumped to his feet, bonking his head on the clothes rack. It fell, spilling all the clothes on top of him. “Oouf.” 

You guffawed, turning on the light and going to help him. “Timmy, why?” 

“I was just going to change my shirt.” Tim grinned shyly at you as he crawled out from under the clothes. He helped you put the rack back into place before hanging up clothes. 

“Sure.” You eyed his shirt. It was still the same one he had on earlier, no stain or anything in sight. “And then you decided to just hang out in here?” 

Tim swallowed hard, not meet your eye. “Yeah, you do it.”

“Only when I need to recharge socially.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Tim, look at me.” He did. You could see the nervousness in his eyes. “You just didn’t want to face Bruce.”

Tim let his shoulders fall. He held one of your blouses in his hand, playing with the sleeve. “Okay, fine. I didn’t want to face Bruce in front of everyone.” He leaned over to rest his forehead on your shoulder. “How’s he doing with the family by the way?”

“My dad is robbing him blind in poker, but knowing Bruce I think he is letting him win.” You smiled, reaching up to rub the back of his head as his forehead stayed on your shoulder. “Bruce looks older, sadder. He seems very lonely, Tim. I think that’s why he has Ace now. By the way, I think my aunt might steal Ace from him.”

“Really?” Tim chuckled, lifting his head to look at you. “Can you bring Bruce up here? I think we should have this out before the meal.”

“You should.” You kissed his lips passionately. “I love you, Tim Drake.”

“Ditto, (Y/N) Drake.” Tim smirked into the kiss, gasping as you pulled away. “I’ll stay here and try not to have a heart attack while I wait for you to bring Bruce.”

You rolled your eyes. “And you say I’m the overdramatic one.” You slipped away from him and went to go save Bruce from your father.

***

Tim counted his breaths as he laid on your bed. Holding it for five seconds before letting it out for five seconds. Over and over again. His heart slowed down. He felt calmer. 

The moment he caught Bruce on the security footage that played on his phone, Tim hyperventilated. He went into the bedroom and hid in the closet. His eyes stayed on the security footage as he watched you go out to greet Bruce and bring him inside. It took a very long time for Tim to calm down. He was glad you hadn’t found him until he was almost back to normal. You didn’t need to be more worried about him then you already were.

“Tim.” Bruce’s voice was a cold bucket of water over Tim’s head. He sat up suddenly to see Bruce hesitating in the doorway. You pushed Bruce in. 

“I’ll be downstairs. Come down when you two are ready.” You blew Tim a kiss and closed the door behind Bruce.

Tim opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Bruce eyed Tim before glancing around the room. He stopped at the wedding photo of you and Tim on the wall. “Your house is beautiful. I’m glad you were able to make a good life for yourself.” 

“Thanks,” Tim whispered, getting to his feet. He slowly moved to Bruce’s side. “The wedding was great, but I felt like I was surrounded by strangers. I didn’t realize how big (Y/N)’s family was.” 

Bruce hummed. “They are interesting, very different from us.” He snorted, crossing his arms. “Her father just won two grand from me in poker.”

“You mean you let him?” Tim smirked, relaxing at the easy small talk. “He won four grand from me. Used it to add a hot tub to their house.”

“He’s a good man though.” Bruce glanced at Tim. “You look good.”

“You too.” Tim bit his lip, noticing Bruce may have shrunk an inch or two. “How’s everyone?”

Bruce’s face fell. Tim’s heart fell with it. He could see what you meant when you said Bruce looked lonely. “I don’t talk to them anymore. Damian refuses to see me, Dick is off-world, and Jason...is Jason.”

“Yeah, he sent us a postcard last month.” Tim looked back at the photo, keeping his eyes on your face. You kept him calm. “I’m sorry, Bruce.”

A shaky breath came from Bruce’s direction. Tim glanced at him only to see a rare tear slip down Bruce’s cheek. “No, I’m the one who is sorry, Tim. I think you were right. I should have taken Robin away from Damian.” He turned to face Tim. Tim’s heart spasmed. “He needed me to be a father and all I did was enable him. Now I pay the price. He’s a Batman that answers to no one.”

Tim hesitated, but he knew what he should do. He reached out and pulled Bruce in a hug. “I forgive you, Bruce, and I’m sorry for pushing you away.” Bruce melted into Tim’s arms, hugging him back tightly in the only way Bruce could. “You are always welcome here from now and on.” 

Bruce grunted, reaching a hand up to cup the back of Tim’s head. “I’m proud of you. Alfred and your father would be proud of you too. You did good by all of us.” 

A lump formed in Tim’s throat. He swallowed it away. Silence fell between them as they hugged. The faint noise from downstairs reminded them they weren’t alone. “We should go downstairs. Dinner should be ready.” Tim pulled away first. “Besides, I want to meet Ace. He’s my new brother, right?”

Bruce snorted, his face back to it’s expressionless mask. “Yes,” he said bluntly. Tim chuckled, wrapping an arm around Bruce’s shoulders. His heart felt lighter, fuller than before. “If your wife’s family doesn’t kidnap him.”

“Can’t promise that.” Tim led Bruce out of the room. “Come on, we don’t want to miss the meal. (Y/N)’s family are all amazing cooks. It’s crazy.” Tim silently admitted to himself that he was thankful you had pushed him this morning to contact Bruce. It was truly the spirit of Thanksgiving. 

[whitetrashjj]

I just read your response to that anons "nothing to lose" scenario and I know everyone is expecting heat of the moment arguemnt kiss or a softer type of kiss but what wlif we get a funny(ish) kiss?

Whatever the situation or setting is...

Kie's standing in front of JJ as he squints up at the sky, sort of stretching out his shoulders and goes, "nothin to lose huh... Screw it," and then just kisses her and Kie gently pulls back (purley out of shock) and asks, "what are you doing?" And JJ kinda runs his hands through his hair trying to say something funny to lessen his embarrassment, "I— well I was jus— you kno—Uhh— I— I was just—...... Yeah I got nothi—" and Kie just interrupts him as she kisses him on the lips. JJ would freeze in shock, eyes open the whole time cause he just kissed her and thought it was a big mistake and that she didn't like him like that but she actually does, she was just very shocked and now he's the one who's shocked.

When their kiss breaks, all JJ manages is "wow." And Kie gives a shy smile.

Hope that made sense ^

No I feel ya. I feel ya.

I think I’m in the minority when I don’t want an argument kiss. Like I won’t hate it if it happens. But I think cause so much of their dynamic is bickering and such I’d love a oft contrast to this.

One of the scenario’s I have - cause I have many - is jiara get really close, gravitating to each other but ignoring the fact that it’s cause they are into each other right. And then we have an almost kiss. And things get kinda awkward and they kinda distance themselves and it’s really obvious cause of how close they had gotten. Each think the other is pulling away cause they don’t want it so they do the same.

And then we get to the finale. And they are about to split off for whatever plan they got going on. And JJ’s gonna do something dangerous and Kie just kinda of pauses and then does the purposeful walk up to him (like to JB in 1x01) and just plans one on him. Pulls back while she’s just dumb struck and she’s tells him to ‘be safe.’ And JJ is just tryna process wtf just happened with a dumb grin on his face. The other pogues let out a few cheers of support. And then of course JJ sneaks another kiss before they part ways.

[cipheress-to-k-pop]

i heard u just started WLIF girl ur in for an emotional rollarcoaster 😫😫 that story has a special place in my heart

Girl I sent in that ask a while back and then binged it the entire night (Pulled an all nighter for it too) (Making bad decisions) (Do as I say not as I do)

It was SO DAMN GOOD

And I was honestly pleasantly surprised cuz it was one of the few times that I liked a story even when I didn’t like the main character (Don’t hate me but I just thought she cried and got angry a lot)

If y’all wanna know it’s What’s Lost Is Found by @dccomicsimagines

[nicecarito]

Hai carito! I'm Booze (boozedraw or whatever I was before, owner of Ari, and I'm the friend of nani's) I just wanted to say that I still very much love and adore you with everything I have and I love your art to this day! I support you and I'm here for you wlif you ever need it and I hope you have an awesome start to the new year!

TT===TTT It’s imposible to forget about you” your are so sweeet bb!!!!!!!! you are so kind and gentle, that makes people around you feel warms <3<3<3 I really hope you had a very good start of new year!!!!

[bhadpodcast]

Ok, I have legit work to do today, but someone really needs to keep track not only of this post, but also the people that like it.

PEW is a 50 year old white male republican and this post exposes him more than I just did.

In a section I like to call: Did he just?

Did he just?! Act like Melissa Ponzio, Italian, wasn't on the show for 40 episodes before we were given a vague maiden name of Delgado? Or that regardless, Scott is still half white and we don't know which half it is?

Did he just?! Say that Isaac was stoking the flames of scisaac by making inappropriate ethnic flirts?

Did he juss?! Imply that Scott was shown to be Mexican because he fought AGAINST Mexicans who were oppressing him? You really wanna make a case for intra racial political dynamics, PEW?

DUDHEJUS?! Completely forget that convential writi g standards would actually dictact that Scott NOT be Mexican in a story where they are fighting a Mexican pack. And wlif you're trying to say that Scott struggled with his heritage, I invite you to show me on the screen.

Was it before or after he was turned into a Germanic berserker?

Did he just?! Then personally provide a list of "Things PEW hates about Mexicans" and then attempt to squish Scott into every category just so he'd prove his point?

And let's talk about this:

Latin lover - everyone on this show is sex crazed. They're teenagers, Scott isn't exempt from this. What we get on is his prioritizing pussy, like everyone has done and paid for.

Passionately out of control (he wanted to say "fiery" sooo bad!) - Scott doesn't get crap for being out of control, he gets crap for having wild decisions that he was completely in control of. Manipulation and working behind the backs of people he them turns around and uses. Not traits of a latinx, just of a dick.

Stubborn machismo - well if the shoe fits. But honestly again, they're all stubborn and terrible. They're kids!

Uneducated and lazy - this is where PEW really shows his color. He thinks having angry Latix @camelotpark is enough to give him the back bone to say this, but the only one perpetuating this stereotype is him. It also shows that he stopped watch TV after 2015. Scott has never been shown to be lazy, he has been show to be reluctant which, granted. But lazy? He was the only one to have a real job. And there's a difference between uneducated and naive. When we talk about dumb puppy Scott it's not him being a complete dolt, it's him being optimistic and wide eyed to the world. You saw a deficiency that doesn't even exist and again, is more telling of your own prejudices.

I could go on, but y'all see this mess.

Give people just enough rope to hang themselves. I hope PEW is happy with becoming the very thing he made up to judge people by.

[pierreqies]

Greg Carpenter At T-Mobile | WLIF 101.9

Considering of a brand new telephone for the vacation?  Meet up with Greg Carpenter this Saturday, December 21 from 11am – 1pm at T-Cell in Catonsville.  He’ll have music and prizes, and you may take a look at the newest telephones when you are there!                      […]

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Ken Merson's First Show, Q1370 WQLL Baltimore| October 8 2018

Ken Merson’s First Show, Q1370 WQLL Baltimore| October 8 2018

  This is not exactly a classic aircheck, but it does feature a classic jock! Ken Merson, the “Merson Person” is a legendary radio personality in Maryland. Ken has spent time on air at many of Baltimore’s best radio stations, including 68 WCBM (during the station’s Metromedia years), B104 WBSB, the original MIX 106.5, Good Time Oldies WQSR, and 101.9 WLIF. Most recently, Ken was Program Director…

[cinammonrafa]

How was Sascha still standing??? I would literally be weak in my legs wlif Rafa would call my name every 5 min.!

The match's summary

[cckittycreative]

Sorry, I don't write long chapters >>'

[hazel-of-sodor]

Hey Loves! Traintober 2023 is coming to a close in 3 days, so what's gonna happen next?

What's Lost is Found- will remain in slumber for the time being. I haven't built up my stockpile of chapters yet, and I'm a little burnt out. I was going a chapter a week for half a year with the Uman and Din Fics, then I did 31 fics in 31 days for Traintober.

But that doesn't mean I'll be inactive. Guardian, my first ever fic has never been released here (besides the first chapter) so the first week of November will see it make its Tumblr release over a year after its original release. After that A Life Well Lived will be the next week's posts. Hopefully by then WLiF will be ready, but if not then its not.

As always, asks or prompts are open, so if you have a question about my stories or have a word or phrase prompt for a story, go ahead.

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[dccomicsimagines]

i usually hate father’s day considering my relationship or lack thereof relationship with my dad but for some reason i kept thinking of dick and the readers relationship in wlif and it really comforted me ur fics are so wonderful, happy father’s day!!!

I'm glad it brought you comfort on a difficult day. It's nice to know that my stories do more than just entertain. Thank you!

[aud2bme]

Louis Tomlinson Drops New Song ‘Just Like You’ — WLIF-FM “It was important to me to write a song that could humanize me as much as possible and that the fans can really feel I’m just like them. Honest and vulnerable and real.” via Louis Tomlinson Drops New Song ‘Just Like You’ — WLIF-FM

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