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more jaytims doodles I need out of my system

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baby jason: im going to steal this guy’s tires cause i need food. i wish i didnt have to, but i need to eat

teen jason: i will move at a speed of 0.2 inches (0.508 centimeters) a second in order to blow up bruce’s car. this will take me 3 hours. i am only doing this out of hatred

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pt 2 | pt 1

Damian finds a way to vent his frustration… feat. his two annoying red older brothers

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Hi, hello good day…

Do you like to cook? Have family recipes/family favorites you would love to share or simply favorite recipes you like to cook with your own ✨flair✨?

Or

Do you want to draw your favorite blorbos at dinner date, cooking, doing inexplicable things to their food; or just posing with delicious dishes?

We are in the preliminary stages of this project: a cookbook zine centered around Jason, Tim and food of course. We are checking interest from cooks and artists.

You will find the general information of what your role would entail in these forms:

Artist application form: https://forms.gle/vRg1oT4dxv7SEVF39

Chef application form: https://forms.gle/vHzPf8wp2Yxj1kHy8

We will have this application open until the end of the month.

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fast forward to christmas dinner by paprikadotmp4

tags: batman, jaytim, fake dating, humor, identity porn, mutual pining, getting together, batfamily shenanigans, tim is not a batfam member, jason is tim's robin, tim knows, jason is a menace, tim is a little shit, trans jason, trans tim, (these will come up later so i'm tagging them now), rating may change from T to E

"Oh my god, I need you to be my boyfriend immediately," Jason blurts out. He hears choking or what might be someone's best imitation of a cat being strangled, but ignores it. He drags his eyes away from the shelves of curated Batman memorabilia to look Tim dead in the eye. "I need you so fucking bad." "W-what?!" Tim says, cheeks tinged pink. It’s like Christmas has come three weeks early. For the first time since coming up with this half-hatched plan, Jason isn't stuck on worrying whether it'll work—he's thinking about how much fun it'll be when the guy he brings home can't stop talking about superheroes. To his superhero family. While his superhero family hides their superhero business right under Tim's non-superhero nose. Jason fucking loves a good comedy.

Well, damn, Jay. It's a good thing Tim does too.

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breaking news… local bird comes back to life and is NOT happy…

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Damian Wayne comes across a classic christmas carol known well among the children of gotham… pt [1/?]

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choose your chia pet

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just cass and steph, hanging out

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bruised and bloodied

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chapter 5: cross my heart

!! NSFW + dead dove do not eat !!

tags: batman, deathstroke, sladejay, romanjay, noncon, canon divergence, referenced forced underage prostitution, pseudo-incest, non-consensual drug use, jason todd-centric, bamf jason todd, slade wilson trains jason todd, what happens when jason steals the batmobile tires and sells them to the wrong person?

"Has this whole experience really been such a disappointment to you, kid?" Slade drawls. It snaps Jason out of his thoughts; then he watches, transfixed, as Slade's mouth curls into the faintest smirk. A deft movement of his hands and Slade has the gun reassembled with a click—not that he'd been any less deadly without it. Jason swallows thickly. "Definitely not," he says lightly, a different sort of interest piqued. He finds himself leaning towards Slade, drawn into his orbit. Biting the bullet, he asks, "What about you?" "What about me?" Slade says, low and husky, almost like a purr in the back of his throat. And, fuck, Jason never could've imagined that Deathstroke would be such a goddamn tease.

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You left the sweetest reply to a comment I left on Darkroom the other day. I can’t express how glad I am that it made you happy.

I’m a huge fan of your work! Anyways, I’m off to comment on AITA, which is forever memorable because I read the December 22 update while waiting for the start of Handel’s Messiah.

Keep up the great work!

THANK YOU HON your comment meant the world to me and I wanted to make sure you knew that 🥺 I can't wait to post more jaytim in the future!! Thank you for all the support!!!

Next chapter of darkroom is in the works!!!!!

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Hello. I wanted to ask if you can make a part 2 to the fic this, the moment of your ruin ? I will love to see what happen after also mare jason red hood × jason arkham knight. I love that fic so much.🥰

Wahhhh so sorry for the late reply anon!! I'll definitely make a part 2 just for u 🥹 if you have any requests feel free to message me again too. thank you so much for reading my silly little fic!

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Quietly obsessed over your SladeJay sugar au wip. 😈

SOBBING THANK YOU ANON 😭🥹🥴🥵🤭🤯 have some more ÙwÚ 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

from sladedaddy x sugarjayby chapter 3 (ya it's a multichap whoops):

"I didn't ask you to go. I asked if you were going to," Slade says, voice low and deliberate.

And Jason, traitorously, can't stop himself from saying, "… You don't want me to?"

He hates how he sounds just then. Jason has never been needy, and he's not about to start now—but he's always let himself be just a little too vulnerable, a little too raw, especially around people who inevitably end up using it against him. Slade won't be any different, Jason tells himself; he'll see this as weakness, too, and there's nothing that fills him with more disdain than that.

He's Deathstroke. And Jason is just… Jason.

Yet still—

Slade tugs at him, drawing Jason closer by a hand at the small of his back until they're pressed flush against each other. His heart is thudding in his chest, threatening to break out of his ribcage, and Jason's stomach lurches when he realizes Slade can still feel his pulse beating underneath his fingertips.

He's never felt so exposed.

"Answer me first." Slade's tone brooks no argument. "I won't ask again."

Jason shivers at the command. "No," he manages to say. "I don't want to go back. I won't go back."

"Where would you go, if you left?" Slade says, drawing out the question.

"I-I don't know."

"What did I tell you at the beginning of our relationship? No, don't look away from me. I asked you a question, boy, and you'll answer me."

Jason's eyes snap back to Slade's; he hadn't even realized they were drifting away. He feels cold all of a sudden, missing all of that warmth Slade had shown him in the last ten months since they've been together.

"You said—" He bites the inside of his lip before he can say the words, because he knows how much they'll hurt. Slade's grip around his waist tightens in warning, and Jason stops before he can taste blood. "You said you'd take care of me."

Because that's why Slade is angry, right? Because Jason was going to do something stupid and leave when he has nowhere else to go.

"What else?" Slade looks pointedly down at Jason's mouth.

"You said not to hurt myself."

"I said I was in charge of your pain. What else?"

"I…" But Jason has to shake his head, shame turning his cheeks hot, frustration creeping in at being made to feel stupid. "I don't know," he snaps, glaring up at Slade, whose gaze is the most intense its ever been. "If you're angry with me—I don't know, okay? I can't think right now—"

"Then don't," Slade growls, "think."

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If you are a fan fic writer and you're alright with people making fan art of your fic, reblog this 💚

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Finally broke and bought Code Red the JayTim zine and it might just be my favorite zine I've ever purchased. Just every fic was great, so much fantastic art. And pretty much all my fave JayTim creators were in there.

So if you were on the fence I would def rec this Zine.

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Here are the prompts for Timdami / Damitim week 2024!!

Some quick info and rules:

Tag all works you make for this year’s timdami week with the tag timdamiweek and/or timdamiweek2024.

Tag all fanfic works appropriately. This includes tagging any explicit content and top/bottom dynamics. Please be respectful of other users preferences. And if you do not like something, do not read it.

Late submissions are allowed. There is no time limit, and timdami content is always better late than never :)

Prompts are left up to individual interpretation. You can choose one prompt for any given day, or you can try to combine the two prompts for any given day, it is up to you.

All timdami week works will be reblogged/have the links posted on here. Let me know if I miss any works, and have fun everybody!

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꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡ trick or treat!! ♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱

One day.... i will finish this mwah

As much as he likes to pretend to not be interested in the movies Tim picks out to annoy him, he’s still pretty engrossed in it when a sudden wet sensation on one of his pecs distracts him. He’s too surprised and stunned by the image of Tim chewing on his shirt to really know what to do and ends up just trying to focus back on the movie. But once he felt it he can’t stop himself from focusing back on the sensation, feeling how Tim’s breath puffs in hot little spurts across the fabric and creating cold sensation, how his chewing and suckling tugs at the shirt, gathering more and more of it as it draws in his mouth. He kind of wants to scold Tim for it, because what?, but that would be awkward. Tim doesn’t even really seem to be realizing he’s doing it with the way his eyes track the movie, though slightly glazed over as if falling asleep. [...] At some point Tim made a slight disgruntled noise and let go of the now thoroughly soaked shirt. Dick glanced down just in time to catch Tim raising his fingers to his mouth, clearly intent to suck on them instead. Without really thinking besides a half panicked thought of “Tim hadn’t washed his hands yet like Dick had, because he had to prepare food.” he stopped Tim from popping them into his mouth with a half aborted yell of “their dirty”, only, Tim looked at him with such big hurt eyes that his stupid brain blurted out “you can suck on my fingers instead”. Before he could really think about what he had just said Tim had made a happy noise and pushed Dicks hand closer to his face so he could suck on them instead. Right, this was happening now. Dick thought to himself only slightly hysterical.