I heard you love unhinged Timmy content. So I have a headcanon for you that I would love to get your opinion, positive or negative, on.
So you know how he has that habit of never telling the Bats when things go wrong, especially if he manages to "fix" it before he meets up with Batman? See, every single YJ98 mission, the fact he never told anyone about the 16th birthday thing, no one knows he's missing his spleen, ect.
Well, my headcanon is that he's missing more than just his spleen. Either on some Young Justice mission or a solo mission where he was gone for at least a few days, Timmy lost the majority of his left arm. How did no one notice this you ask? Simple! He got a robotic replacement like many, many heroes did. He just. Got one of the really realistic ones like Matallo will use. Then he told no one except for Kon, Bart, and Cassie. They help with any repairs he needs and the only reason they haven't accidentally told on Tim is because they don't know it's a secret.
It's not a secret, he just forgot to tell them when he got home because he was Very Sleepy and Tired so he went to bed right away. So he simply Never Told Them and Thinks They Know.
OMG I LOVE THIS????? He’d so do that!
They totally find out one day when Tim accidentally breaks it and they find him without an arm, eating cereal or something
Bats: “T-Tim”
Tim: “yeah?”
Bats: “your arm’s gone”
Tim: “yep”
Bats: *concern*
Tim: “wait….. did you guys not know?”
Bats: “NO???”
Tim: “ohhh…….well I’m missing an arm-”
Bats: “WE CAN SEE THAT”
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hear me out: mc that is terminally ill but hasnt told anyone, and at one point they just start coughing blood and laughing when the brothers try to help them because they finally feel like they have control instead of the brothers (like replaced au one or just in general with the brothers being to obsessive)
Oh no..In that type of situation, Mc should pray that the brothers never find out about that terminal illness. They also better pray that if they die from that illness that they're going straight to heaven, otherwise that's just a life sentence with the brothers!
I mean, you don't think the evil ancients that were created ever since the creation of mankind don't know a thing about manipulating life itself? I mean, if Lucifer ever so wanted, he could take a living being and separate it from itself - skin from bone- atom by atom. He's done it before, multiple times.
I mean, haven't you heard of realilty flipping demons..? And the seven deadly sins are much higher than those demons, so imagine the possibilities..The only reason why they haven't completely broken your soul and rebuilt it by their will is because..Well, where's the fun in that? They love you for who you are!
So if Mc had a terminal illness, you better pray that it kills them fast or that the brothers don't notice. But I mean, with the pact marks littered all over your body, I think they already knew. At this point their just waiting for you to say something! (The only person who's suffering is yourself..So instead of throwing up and coughing blood, why don't you just ask them to fix it..?) Because at any time they think you're just at the grasp of death - your potential freedom - they could always just snag you back to life and into their arms. I mean, the absolute horror on your face from just tasting death to being brought back to life would be adorable!
Ahh.. Now thinking about it..Isn't it hopeless either way?
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Hi! Can we get little phantom waking up from a nightmare and having to run and wake up swiss for help? 🖤🖤
These are identical so you both get this one, although I think you’re the same person 👀
Also I wrote this instead of showering and now I’m in trouble so I hope you appreciate it!!!
cw: regressed ghouls, age regression.
Phantom’s summoning was traumatic. It was horrendous even. He was actually meant to be summoned With Sunshine but something went wrong and he ended up stuck in the portal between earth and hell, unable to get to reach earth but unable to get back to hell. He got stuck. For an entire year he lived, survive, in a barren wasteland no creature was meant to survive in.
He had nightmares about it all the time, of being trapped in some kind of purgatory, unable to move forward but unable to go back. He’ll wake up in a panic, with a cry high in his throat as he fights to get the bed covers untangled from his body.
Which is how he woke up now, with a startled cry and the claustrophobic feeling of his bedsheets restricting around him as he fights his way free. He’s breathless and panicking, tears streaming down his face as he cries out, for Swiss, but he doesn’t realises who’s name he’s shouting. He managed to untangle him and scuttles out from his room, stripping his clothes off as he goes, leaning a trail down the hallway, the feeling of anything touching his body at the point was too much. He goes to Swiss’ room not even realising he does, and pushes his way into his room.
The multi ghoul is still asleep, snoring lightly as Phantom peers at him from across the dark room. But at least he’s alone, so he feels less guilty about waking him up.
“S-Swiss?” He hardly whispers onto the room. Swiss stirs a little but doesn’t wake up.
He feels his bottom lip wobble as his tail wraps anxiously around his middle.
“Swiss, p-please.”
Swiss moves, pulling the covers off his face and squinting into the darkness with a grunt.
“Phantom? Go back to bed, it’s nowhere near morning yet.” He pulls the covers back over his face turning around to have away from Phantom.
Phantom let’s out a sob, feeling tears fall down his cheeks.
“D-daddy?”
That gets Swiss’ attention. He sits up, turning back to face Phantom.
“Bug? What is it? What’s wrong?” His eyes run down a phantom’s appearance. “Where are your clothes?”
Phantom just shakes his head and sobs again.
“Oh, did you have the nightmare again?” Swiss coos at him. Phantom nods, rubbing at one of his eyes with a closed fist, rubbing away sone of the tears that had fallen.
“Oh, babybug, come here.” Swiss open his arms for him and Phantom immediately runs into him. Swiss pull him into his lap and Phantom buries his face into Swiss’ neck as he sobs, gripping at Swiss’ shoulders.
“I’ve got you, babybug. I’ve got you.” Swiss rubs his back, rocking them back and forth gently. “You’re safe now, darling. Finally safe with us, where you were always meant to be.”
Phantom snuffles, squeezing his arms around Swiss’ neck.
“Oh, I know. So scary, huh? But it’s okay, I’ve got you.”
Phantom whimpers, clinging to Swiss even more and mouthing along his neck. There are still tears streaming down his cheeks but his sobbing had subsided for little sniffles and whimpers.
“Oh!” Swiss adjusts Phantom on his grasp. “I think I have something that might help you.” He rummages in the bottom draw of his bedside table, pulling out a small fleece blanket and a pacifier. “I think these are Mountain’s but I don’t think he’ll mind if you borrow them for the night.”
He taps the pacifier against Phantom’s bottom lip and the little ghoul parts them letting Swiss push the rubber into his mouth. He starts sucking immediately, the plastic bobbing in his mouth as Swiss wraps the soft blanket around his shoulders.
“There. That's much better, hmm?”
Phantom gives him a small nod and moves to settle down properly on Swiss’ arms, resting his head on his chest. Swiss shuffles himself as carefully as he can do he’s sat up against the headboard of his bed and pulls the duvet over the both of them. Phantom gives a little chirp, pulling the duvet around himself a little tighter. Swiss sinks into his bed so he’s lying back fully once again, keeping Phantom on top of him where the little ghoul seems most comfortable.
He runs his fingers though Phantom’s hair and he looks up at him, blinking owlishly as the pacifier bobs in his mouth.
“You think you can go back to sleep? Think you’re ready?”
A look of panic flashes across Phantom’s face and he lets out a distressed squeak shaking his head as more tears well in his eyes.
“Oh, babybug. You don’t have to go back to your room, you can sleep right here with me.” Swiss gently thumbs away a few stray tears from his cheeks. Phantom gives another distressed squeak.
“What is it, bug?” Swiss frowns at him, trying to think of anything that would be distressing Phantom anymore.
Phantom squeaks again, pulling the duvet even tighter around himself and looking anxiously around the pitch black room.
“Oooh. It’s dark. Is it too dark for you, babybug?”
Phantom nods in reply.
Swiss moves to flick the bedside lamp on and the room gets illuminated with a soft glow.
“That better? Not so scary now?”
Phantom gives a little happy chuff and snuggles down deeper into Swiss embrace, giving a small yawn around the pacific, his eyes finally slipping closed with a purr. Swiss yawns himself, cuddling into Phantom as he chuffs again in his sleep, his sleepy purr increasing in volume as Swiss scratches down his back with his claws lightly. It doesn’t take Swiss long before he feels his own eyes slipping closed, a purr of his own rumbling through his chest.
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