#nxxttime

[cassiestephensart]

Everyone read this fic immediately. 

Story credit to @schweeeppess

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[fuckyeahasexual]

What should the asexual Pokemon be?

So shiny roselia is for aro aces 1000%

sylveon for Trans peeps makes so smile so maybe espeon for aces? Maybe just any shiny that turns purple I mean so many good choices 

[onipilot]

Hi! Can I request some Tim Drake with glasses? Loving what I've seen of your art so far, and am excited to see My Boy under your pen :D if you can't, no worries! I don't mind ^^

squeezed out a little time to scribble something quick !

i’m going to be honest— tim’s hair is really difficult for me to draw DJNSND thank you for the request!!

i’m still warming up since it’s been a while since i drew anything so if there’s anything that’s a lil off that’s probably why LOL

[letgraysonsheart]

Hiya! Can I request prompt 6 with Dick and My Boy? My Timmy :D (they're all my boys, but tim is my Boy 😂😂) Thank you if you can do it, and don't worry about it if you can't!

Dick is acting weird. More weird than usual. He’s laid like someone just straight up dropped him on the couch. A foot is hanging off the side, his head is leaning on the armrest, and he’s got one of his one arms laid up over the back. It’s a.. peculiar position, even for Dick. It doesn’t look like a comfortable one either.

“Timmy! My boy!” he says, when their eyes meet - again. They already said hi when Tim tumbled into the living room on his way to the kitchen for a midnight snack mere seconds ago, so the second greeting confuses him. He also had expected no one else to be awake, least of all Dick. 

The elder always seems eager to grab some shut-eye whenever he has the chance. And yet instead of being asleep in his own bed, Dick is here, with him, in the living room at 4 am. 

He sweeps his eyes over the room, looking for.. well, anything that can explain this. There is half a bottle of store-bought water sat on the corner of the table. Its placement, aligned with his brother’s head on the couch, informs him of its owner. Other than that, there is nothing out of the ordinary. Besides how said brother is acting, that is.

Dick is currently holding his arm above his head, elbow locked in a straight position. He is staring at it with a far too serious and intense expression. His fingers are spread out as far as they go, and the hand is swaying slightly in the air.

“Seeing something interesting?” Tim asks, trying to be cautious.

Dick doesn’t seem to be listening to him, even if he hums as an answer.

Well, his little snack will have to be postponed.

Tim sits down in the chair beside the couch Dick is occupying.

“Did everything go alright on patrol?” Tim knew his brother and Bruce had been working together tonight, not really a rare occurrence but still - slightly out of the ordinary. It was a case that bled both into Blüdhaven and Gotham, and both of them had been too stubborn to give it up. Hence, the team-up.

“Yea, kicked some sweet ass,” Dick replies, a grin has replaced the serious look from before. His brother has let his hand fall beside him and is turning on the couch to lie on his stomach. He rests his chin on the armrest and meets Tim’s gaze. There is something weird going on with Dick’s eyes. His pupils look blown wide, and the surrounding white has a hint of redness to it. Perhaps he’s drugged? But then Bruce wouldn’t have let him leave the cave, not without supervision at least.

Maybe Dick had tried to hide it? It would certainly not be the first time. But no, it’s not possible. There is no way Dick being drugged to the point of whatever this is, would have slipped past Bruce.

“Where’s B?” Tim feels newfound worry creep up his back. What if Bruce hadn’t been there for it to slip past him? What if something had happened, and Bruce had gotten hurt and Dick had been too out of it to help him?

“Down in the cave, workin’, didn’t finish up the case,” Dick answers. Tim can’t catch his eyes now, as they are darting all over the place. They also seem to be dropping, like Dick’s eyelids are becoming too heavy for him.

“Did you get drugged or something? Poison Ivy?” Tim asks as Dick reaches out for the water bottle. He stops with his hand mid-air, looks at Tim, shakes his head and laughs before grabbing it. The laugh sounds sad and wrong. Dick brings the bottle to his mouth and opens the sports cap with his teeth, which, okay, and takes a small sip. This whole interaction is weird.

So it’s not drugs, not anything Dick knows about at least. Dick is smart. He would’ve known if he’d been drugged, wouldn’t he? He always has before. Dick’s always been good at knowing his own body and when there is something wrong with it. Perhaps from too much past experience.

At least he’s drinking water. 

Maybe Dick is just sleep deprived. Tim knows from experience, both with himself and his brothers, that it can get you quite loopy. It is 4 am after all, even if it’s not the weirdest time of the day to meet someone awake in this particular house. Maybe he should go and get Bruce, or call Jason and ask if he’s ever encountered Dick like this before.

As his eyes fall upon the still not settled water in Dick’s hand, he feels how dry his throat is. One of the reasons he hadn’t joined Bruce and Dick tonight had been that he was coming down with a cold. He also has some actually important projects for school next week. They’re only important because of the many earlier projects he has blown off in favor of Bat-business. Now the year is coming to an end, and it doesn’t matter how smart he is if he’s got nothing to prove it on paper. He would rather not spend his next few days finishing them while sick, only to get less than a satisfactory grade. Bruce had not been impressed by Tims prioritizing either, so yeah - Tim was off for the night anyway. And the next one. Probably the next one after that too.

Dick had at least stopped by his room and thrown some cough medicine at him earlier before leaving with Bruce, while also promising Tim that “yes, we will be fine, you worrywart. Get some rest, you don’t look too good.”

Now he was doubting if they really had been fine.

“Do you mind if I get some of that?” he asks, once Dick hangs the hand, still holding the bottle, over the armrest. A few drops of water hit the floor. Dick looks at Tim with a confused expression until Tim points at the bottle.

A grin spreads over his brothers face, “why, yes of course!” he says as he somewhat stretches his hand with the bottle out. Tim has to lean over half his upper body out of the chair to grab it.

He lifts the bottle while bending his head back. He presses the bottle to squirt some of the water into his mouth, the less contact he has with what Dick’s mouth has touched the better. He goes to swallow when -

His brain yells, “WHAT THE FUCK” and also “this is NOT water”. None of which he actually manages to say. He is too busy hacking his lungs out, together with the burning liquid. There are tears in his eyes. It’s not only because of the hacking but also because he somehow has managed to get whatever it is into his poor eyes. How did that even happen! It stings so much. He can barely see Dick in front of him, his brother reduced to a colored blob.

When his coughing finally has calmed, and he can see something through his eyes filled with burning liquid and tears, Dick is sat upright on the couch. He is staring at him with an expression that holds both surprise and amusement. There’s something wet on his face and oh - Tim might have spat whatever it was that tried to poison him, directly into Dick’s face. Dickface. Hah. It only serves him right.

“What is that?” he asks exasperated. Dick looks at him, and then the bastard goddamn bursts out laughing while trying to dry his face with the sleeve of his sweater.

“Vodka. I thought that much was obvious.”

How Tim was supposed to know the clear liquid, filled in a normal water bottle, was vodka, goes way past him, but it explains Dick’s weird behavior. Jesus. There’s a lot to unpack.

Tim is about to say something, planning to chew his brother out because his eyes are still stinging and so is his poor throat. He is then going to figure out why the idiot is drinking vodka straight out of a water bottle post patrol in the first place. It’s quite concerning since Dick usually never drinks. Sadly, before he even has the chance to voice his dismay at his brother, he’s interrupted.

Because that is, of course, the moment Bruce decides to step into the living room. Oh boy.

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Thank you for your request! I hope you liked it! and since i wrote it in like one sitting im sorry for all grammar mistakes 

[j-write-something]

@nxxttime's quote won

[an-all-write-life]

So I'm crazy bored right now, and decided that I was curious enough to ask: what Legend series characters would you tag your mutuals as?

Oh

Oh

Oh hohoho

Let’s see…..

@nxxttime I definitely see you as June. You’re super intuitive and great at noticing/remembering little details. Or maybe Tess, because you’re so good at helping heal people.

@avengerdragoness Day! You’re very athletic and incredibly smart. You’re also a bit of a rebel!

@mizmahlia Totally John!! You’d do anything for your family and are very protective!

@rogrsnbarnes I get Metias vibes from you. You’re very career and family oriented, and you care deeply for others and constantly look out for them!

@captain-ariel-barnes Tess! You’re smol and everyone wants to protect you, but you can also take care of yourself. You’re soft and sweet, and always wanting to help others.

@softhairbarnes Also June! You’re very detail-oriented and focused.

@crazyfreckledginger Tess! You’re sweet and always looking out for others. You enjoy helping others.

@invisibleanonymousmonsters Kaede, definitely! You’re tough as nails and take no crap from anyone. But you can also be soft with the people you love and trust.

@jason-redhood Eden!! You’re a very giving person, you help everyone before you even think of yourself. People might underestimate you, but you blow their minds when you show them what you’re capable of.

Sorry to anyone I forgot! Also, sorry if you have no idea who these characters are. 😂 Just know that they’re all wonderful people, just like all of you. And I highly recommend reading the Legend series by Marie Lu, they're amazing books.

[rosevered]

I attempted to draw/paint a fan art based on @nxxttime fanfic here :)

(Soft pastels)

[prettylittlebrownskingyal]

You're not mom anymore- I'm chanelling the inner Clark Kent in me and calling you ma from now on

ACCEPTED

[shattersstar]

Tired? For the WIP ask thing

tired“Nothing, I’m just tired. I’ve had a long day.” You dismissed, thinly veiled expression faltering when Jason sent you the look he’d send in the darkness across his bedroom. The one telling you to leave with no words leaving his lips.

Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in

[cassiestephensart]

@nxxttime mentioned liking how smol I draw Timbo, so I had to draw this. 

(also go check out their writing! That one fic with the Bat Brothers protecting Jason is perfection omg. I need to draw something for it istg)

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[rynne311]

Happy Birthday!

Thank you so much Sep!

[letgraysonsheart]

there is fic coming your way soon :D

sorry didnt see this before now when i got on the computer (thanks alot tumblr mobile) and i already read the fic ashdjkasj it was really good!! thank you so much!! cant believe how fast you came up with that 

[j-write-something]

"Mr. Rattlebone" by Matt Maeson

send me song recs and i’ll respond with:

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library

[an-all-write-life]

I ship you so hard with ma boi Dick Grayson. I trust him with you and only you Sunbeam.

I'm honored???? I--can't form words??? I love you so much, Sep <333

[rosevered]

WIP/preparing sketch - for my sis @nxxttime , based od her small fic 😊

[prettylittlebrownskingyal]

Your work is always so majestic. Like if it were to be personified I imagine it a mistress in an emerald green dress, the very definition of elegance. Like GOD your writing

I love that! A mistress in a emerald green dress ugh Sep!! That's beautiful 💓