#TimKon

[stantanly]

i tried

[milksickle-art]

love cassie dont @ me for calling timkonbart yj ANYWAYYY

[hazzymayy]

Focused

[rabdoidal]

happy late birthday tim!!!!!!!!!!!! bro are u 21 yet. anyway timkon time, kon is pining away whistfully while hes on patrol and unable to see tim until hes done 😔

🐦 kofi link in bio if you’re feeling generous 🐦

[la-guarido-del-perrozorro]

i made some art on superman's day on this april but forgot to post it here btw happy pride everybody!!❤🧡💛💙💚💜

[touchofhemlocktea]

Might I suggest platonic Timkon? They're beat friends/coparents,

jason: they just keep getting younger aren't they

clone baby, black-hair-blue-eyes, making grabby hands at jason:

tim, holding his child closer to his chest: hey, this is mine

dick: yeah, this one's his

jason:

jason: i was only gone for two months- also aren't you like twelve??

[dieantik]

tim’s birthday!! 🌙 🦆

[alkallier]

*steeples hands* mad scientist Tim, your honour?

Everything I did was for you

[Original Prompt] [Prev]

“Lets go back to that cafe you like once you’re better. I know you like that sweet monstrosity. I swear… i really don’t know how you never get sugar high from them”

Thanks for the asks ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡

[crowkip]

✮ double trouble ✮

[sourkreem]

Happy birthday timbo!!!!

[bloomofoblivion]

If ur still doing requests can we have some teen titans 2003 timkon pls 🥺🥺🥺🥺

here's TWO!!! very oblivious conner...

[cuephrase]

tim and kon are so stupid and i love them for that

bonus of tim being incredibly sassy without saying a single word:

i can hear the cape moving

[all panels from superman/batman #26 (2003). rip sam loeb]

[hazzymayy]

F1 au

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Rabbit behind the cut, who asked for omegaverse and is getting “draft stud”. content notes/warnings: omegaverse, family-planning via attempting to recruit a crime lord who is legally your dead-brother-by-adoption to knock up your best (boy)friend, and Tim Drake’s total lack of respect for both personal boundaries and Jason’s impending migraine. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“I still have absolutely zero experience at taking care of a heated-up omega, whether he’s one who appreciates getting called a bitch or not,” he says. 

“I mean, I wasn’t planning on leaving, so I’d be available if you had any questions or concerns,” Tim replies, and then just loosely shrugs. “We’d just be . . . swapping traditional roles, I suppose?” 

“The fact you want a beta to breed your omega is definitely not traditional, yeah,” Jason snorts around another bite of his sandwich. 

“I'm really not the traditional type. We did discuss you having seven inches and sixty-five pounds on me, yes?” Tim reminds him. “Honestly your dick’s probably bigger too.” 

“Tell that to your knot, kid,” Jason says, rolling his eyes. Fucking brat. Fucking migraine-inducing brat. “Like I even give a fuck about whose dick is bigger.” 

“I actually don’t have a particularly big knot,” Tim says like that’s a perfectly normal thing to say to someone who is–legally, at least, little a fuck as Jason gives about what is or isn’t “legal”–your dead older brother. “Usually I use my fist when I’m heat-partnering someone, it’s less distracting for me and more effective anyway. But it’s more Superboy’s personal ‘giving a fuck’ about whose dick is bigger that I’m concerned with either way.” 

Jason isn’t sure if his eyes are glazing over at the thought of Superboy’s cunt getting fisted and Superboy’s apparent personal preferences regarding the size of the dick he’s taking or if he’s just grossed the fuck out at the thought of Tim Drake having sex with someone. 

Ugh. Yeah, he definitely does not want to think about Tim Drake having sex. 

“Too much information, Goldmember,” he says flatly. 

“Well, if you agree to doing this there’s going to be a lot more ‘information’ exchange happening, so I don’t really know if TMI is going to be relevant,” Tim says reasonably. 

“If, you fucking brat,” Jason retorts in exasperation. 

“Please explain to me what does not appeal to you about getting Superboy on your dick for three to four business days while he is being extremely grateful to you for doing him the favor,” Tim replies dryly. 

“. . . you know I might either not want to ever reproduce or just not want to reproduce for someone else,” Jason says, just eyeing him. “I might have an opinion about that.” 

“Do you have an opinion about how my heat-drunk size queen omega might react to you fisting him?” Tim asks as he raises an eyebrow at him in response. Jason instinctively glances down at the other’s hand like he’s a goddamn idiot who’s goddamn new here or something. Though there is, obviously, a very significant size difference there. “Or about being the person to introduce him to the experience of getting creampied?” 

“How have you not fucked him raw at least outside of heat?” Jason demands incredulously. 

“Oh, we haven’t actually had sex before,” Tim clarifies. Jason stares blankly at him. Tim apparently assumes he needs to clarify further, and adds, “I was talking about previous partners, with the heat-partnering. And I just know what I know about Superboy’s preferences because we’ve previously discussed them.” 

Jason continues with the blank staring. He is very familiar with a very wide range of mental illnesses and neuroses and obsessions and related information, given the fucking revolving door nature of Arkham as a psychiatric institution and just his entire life experience of existing in a city like Gotham. Absolutely none of that information or those experiences explain Tim Drake as a person. Literally not a single word of any of it. 

What in every actual hell. 

“I swung by your Pearl Street safehouse to pack you a go-bag,” Tim continues, because he apparently has about as many boundaries as Bruce and Babs do. Also, Jason might need to burn down his Pearl Street safehouse now, because he’s going to have to redo all his security systems from scratch anyway and hell if he’s ever going to trust he found all the bugs the other definitely left. Tim clearly just does not think rationally enough for Jason to feel confident in his own ability to figure out where the fucking hell ever the little freak would decide to set his bugs. “I included your favorite pajamas and the book you’re in the middle of, and also the next book on your reading list, just in case. This is technically time-sensitive, so . . .” 

“. . . I don’t wear pajamas, and I’m not in the middle of a book,” Jason says, eyeing him suspiciously. “I don’t even have a reading list, I–” 

Tim pulls a carefully-written but beat-to-shit piece of notebook paper out of his utility belt and holds it up. Jason’s own handwriting is all over it in bright blue ink and excruciatingly careful writing. 

“Goddammit, Drake, that was from ninth grade!” he sputters disbelievingly. Why the fuck did Bruce even still have that?! 

“So you don’t want it, or . . .?” Tim tilts his head. 

“Fuck you, gimme,” Jason retorts, shoving himself up to his feet and leaning over the desk to snatch it. He never did actually get around to finishing Agnes Grey or get around to The Importance of Being Earnest. Which is a damn play, not a book, but he can critique Tim’s shitty lit knowledge later. Priorities, dammit. 

Though–wait. 

Why did Tim pack him a go-bag before–

“. . . Drake,” he says, staring incredulously at the other while still holding his ninth-grade reading list. “Are you fucking propositioning stud candidates while your Super-boytoy is off alone somewhere in pre-heat?” 

“It seemed more efficient,” Tim replies with another shrug. “He gets self-conscious about people hanging around in his space when he’s pre-cycle anyway, so it was a convenient way to get myself out of said space while he’s anxious without him feeling guilty about kicking me out. Also means I won’t need to be worrying about anything like scheduling your next gang war around his cycle.” 

“You thought you were going to be ‘scheduling’ my next gang war?” Jason asks dubiously. 

“Yes,” Tim replies with absolutely zero shame, absolute little freak that he is.

[madamenyxillustrations]

DC sketch dump. :D 1) Jason, Dick, Tim and Damian, 2) Tim and Kon, 3) Damian and Jon, 4) Damian and Tim, 5) Bruce and Dick, 6) Jason, Dick and Damian, 7) Jason.