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some monochromatic warm-up sketches

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another favorite hijack fic I reread way too much is Snow-Crested Shrines... had to draw something for it and this is the scene that makes my heart do engine noises

i love love love this fic series so much waough

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hijack hand kisses or kisses on the nape !! 🥹💙 i love your art so much btw it's so good aaaa

nape kiss

Jack is typically associated as being the goofster but I really love the idea of his playfulness rubbing off on Hiccup at unexpected times! (Jack gets a kick out of it.)

thank you so much! ;;

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Tim never officially moved into the Wayne House.

One day, Dick had forgotten the shut the door.

Tim had just slipped in like a raccoon.

He’d been attracted to their mysterious life as Batman/Robins but stayed for the good food in the fridge.

He moved into the rafters. They didn’t know for weeks. When they discovered, they couldn’t get him out because he was always one step ahead. When Bruce threw out the food in a desperate measure, he fed off of scraps that Alfred left out for him.

At some point they just gave up.

Then he started talking to them from the rafters. The boys found they liked him. He slowly started getting closer until he found he trusted them enough to come out. His cautious, feral side became tamed and he became more house guest. He was even starting to eat out of the fridge again, Alfred had given him a room, and he even passed Bruce and talked to him.

After watching them train for so long, he proved he could fight and joined them. And he knew their lives so well, he could help with their daily problems and even their superhero cases.

Tim had been an unintentional pest that had just sort of integrated his way into their lives until he was one of the family.

Sometimes they can hear snoring echoing in the manor and still find him sleeping in the rafters and know he’s had a hard day and leave him be.

Because Tim Drake is a wild animal.

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Has anyone ever thought of a mute Tim? Not selective mutism, but just plain mute. When Jason slit his throat, it was really so that no Robin would ever sing again... No? Just me? Do I have to write it myself?

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i spit on people who think tim hates dick

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Blades of Silence

by Elviro_84 Even though tim didnt choose to become an ice skater he still loves the sport. His parents wanted to have something to brag about, said to him that he needed to choose a sport. So he picked the sport that he had watched when he was little. Always having adored ice skating ever since he first saw The graysons perform at the international ice skating competition. His parents hired a coach for him, one of the best. He was cold but Tim learned that thats what it takes to become the greatest. or Tim's parents forced him into ice skating and the batfam will give him all the choice's he never had before *summary could be subject to change later on* Words: 700, Chapters: 1/36, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batfamily - Fandom, DCU Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Tim Drake (DCU), Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Stephanie Brown, Janet Drake, Jack Drake, Selina Kyle, Batfamily Members (DCU) Additional Tags: Ice Skating, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, maybe a little comfort, Ice Skater Tim Drake (DCU), Alternate Universe – Ice Skating, sports AU, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Child Abuse, Emotional neglect, Protective Batfamily, Vigilante AU, Trauma Recovery, Skating as Metaphor, soft angst, eventual adoption, Gotham Youth Skating Competition, no beta we die like jason todd via https://ift.tt/phQJ1bD

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giving tim drake the illness. that boy doesn't have a spleen and when he gets the Normal Human Flu he is out for like two months. no one has ever been worse at being sick. his text chain with dick is just like

tim 8:07 pm

when i die do you want my playstation

dick i thought about it some more and im gonna give it to bart he likes games more. sorry I hope this doesn't hurt your feelings

i measured my heart rate and it's 83 but that seems high. that's too high right?

Cleveland clinic says asplenia can cause heart problems maybe i should call leslie

DONT TELL BRUCE BTW. HE DOESNT KNOW I'M SICK

or about the spleen thing either haha.

wait I told you about the spleen thing right?

haha

tim 9:12 pm

nvm I drank a gatorade All Good Boss!

(1 missed call - Dick Grayson 10:37 pm)

(1 missed call - Dick Grayson 10:38 pm)

(1 missed call - Dick Grayson 10:39 pm)

dick 10:40 pm

timothy drake I am at your door. let me in.

WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR SPLEEN.

tim if you don't let me in i will call babs

tim if you don't let me in i will call babs and also I will tell her about your spleen

TIMOTHY!!!

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I love kebab too, Damian

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Superbat edit

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(4+1) 4 times Grayson has almost died and one time he actually did🗣️

This looked cooler in my head ngl, and you can tell I lost motivation time to time.

All of these moments are canon but slightly made more dramatic:

Forever evil #1

Nightwing (2016) #40

Grayson #5

Nightwing (2016) #25

Forever evil #6

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Tim drake angst vid super messy I apologize

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the storyboard now has voiceover!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! aaaaaa

thank you so much @santathegrey 😭😭😭

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A quick explanation about Alfred. Someone once told me that Alfred couldn't be good if Bruce was bad, and he couldn't be bad if Bruce was good. Well, that's the man who raised him. And who is it, if not a parent, who shapes a child's motivations?

I don't consider Alfred to be a completely bad man, but rather a man who, like Bruce, is grieving in a home where emotions are seen as weaknesses and they have never been nor were a cared for

Both are grieving, projecting their own pain onto a child whom they cannot look at without thinking of the son they lost, and the child who accepts all their good and bad actions with open arms and thanks them like if it were bread on the table

The purpose will never justify the means, nor will the pain justify who you take it out on. Though a child who has never known warmth will thank you for burning his hands

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So... Ahhhh. This is during Tim's time as Robin, before Damian and Jason came back from the dead, Tim maybe 12 or 13 (depending on what I come up with later because DC = Ignore the time lines)

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"hey... Ammmm. Alfred... I-" The words caught in his throat, his stomach aching from days of canned and microwaved food. And Tim was tired of a long patrol with Batman making scathing comments about his performance

The older man, tidying up the last things in the kitchen to go to bed without worrying about anything, slowly turned to look at the boy, his face tired and with a soft scratch on his cheek.

"Yes, Master Timothy?"

The boy looked away to some other place in the kitchen, something like resignation settled in his eyes.

"Nothing, good night, thanks for today" He adjusted his backpack on his shoulder and resumed his walk towards the front door

Alfred frowned in confusion. This boy was much quieter than Bruce's other pupils, yet he was always so polite

He watched the boy walk down the stairs to the main entrance, adjusting his jacket again. It must have been freezing outside for the boy to be wearing only his school jacket, but any attempt to get him to wrap up warmer had been dismissed by a "My house isn't far" from the boy and a "It's his problem for not bringing something warmer" from Bruce

He watched him climb onto his skateboard, worn and a little slippery on the frozen ground. Moving away from the bright and warm Wayne Manor, heading towards the dark and cold Drake Manor

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The Ronin, he’s very sick; he has every disease and every mental illness all at once and also lives in the walls