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LOOK AT TIM BEING ALL CONFUSED AND DANNY BEING LIKE IF I DONT MOVE HE CANT SEE ME

LOOK AT THEM

THEY ARE PERFECT

THEY ARE FREAKING PERFECT

SOOooo this one won, and it's based in the fic made by @windyengel that's inspired by my post of Tim with birds. It's honestly a fic that I really really love, AND BECAUSE ITS MADE BY THIS QUEEN, SHE GAVE LIVE TO MY IDEA AND MADE IT BETTER KSKSKSKS

The complete image and link to the chapter:

Birds Of A Feather

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Okay y'all- I'm gonna give you 6 options to choose what the hell I post today, because I can't choose

Be aware that I'm gonna put some images down the poll to give y'all some hints, I'm not a monster 🩷

(Btw there's a specific one that has two parts, one that I plan to post in my not family friend twitter mostly because someone already reported me for the first Caroline hill draw, and I don't want to risk my account-)

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Honest to god one of the best pieces of fic I have read. Also the reason why I ship what I ship

(was my gateway drug for Dick/Dan and Jason/Jazz, and the hint of Ellie/Damian? also that one, basically shaped how I write and approach this fandom)

Also, not an artist, but back when I was reading it I did this in my art club.

@windyengel my honest to god, genuine reaction

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I'm never going to pretend that it isn't peak internet culture, and peak culture in general

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And now I present you- LET TIM HAS MASCOTS MY GOD. This kid wanted a pet for a long time, Dick has a dog, Damian has... a Zoo- Jason is his own fucking mascot (jk, I love him) BUT TIM DOESN'T. So, I was thinking, and the idea of him having stray birds was my favorite- but I couldn't choose between a bird ideal for spying (Doves) or a bird really cool looking with some mystical meaning behind them (Crows)... So I did both. (And yes, Brat was named after Damian as "Demon Brat")

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I'm not used to drawing backgrounds with my drawings (As you can see) But I wanted to give certain vibes with this one... So (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠) I reaaaally hope this is fine-

Anyway- RED ROBIN AND HIS BIRDS

Also, should I upload my drawings on Instagram too? I guess I can post more in there... Because I draw a lot. My only problem is that I don't know the ideal size or quality for the drawings to look good (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠)

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Hi :DD I loved TDSB fic! And as another fellow timmy-has-a-flock-of-doves/pigeons-and-crows I felt compelled to draw Tim as cardinal alongside his feathered henchmen I hope you liked it <3 (Also, I tried doing the suit the best I could using your models and another people's fanarts as a guide)

OH MY GOODNESSS HELOLOOOOO BABYYY???

This is fucking amazing. And you did AMAZING- I literally screamed when I saw who this was from by the way it was like Smart Patrick the dusty ass gears start turning and UGHHH-

The red halo/sun moment?? Outstretched arms and sassy smug lil ass himself is just- amazing- so so amazing- and the BIRDS- im a sucker for a bird but the almost eeriness of Cardinal?? Brilliant.

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u got games on ur phone?

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LOOK AT TIM AND HIS BIRDS

Red Robin fanart that I made some time ago and forgot to post here 🙃

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https://www.tumblr.com/whydoihavetoart/766915964504850432/u-got-games-on-ur-phone

This came up in my gc and my first thought was Birds of a Feather

OMG someone drew THE MEME!!

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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tim Drake (DCU)/Danny Fenton Characters: Tim Drake (DCU), Danny Fenton Additional Tags: Tim Drake's Birds, Danny Fenton is Not Okay, Danny Fenton Needs A Hug, Tim Drake Needs Love (DCU), Birds, inspired by a drawing Summary:

Tim got used to it. The organized chaos. The chirping and cooing and occasional feathers in his coffee. The flock of doves following him around and nesting in his drawers. The murder of crows bringing him shiny trinkets and stealing his pens. It became his normal.

For over a year and some change, the Nest felt full. Lively. Predictable, even.

Until the day he came home from patrol, coffee in one hand, data chip in the other…

…and found a raven sitting on his desk.

Just—there. Like he owned the place.

Staring.

Silent.

Still.

Like a ghost.

And Tim—Tim just blinked and said, "Okay. That's new."

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WIP WEDNESDAY

Tim died, and Death received him in black.

Not the inky black of velvet, nor the warm hush of midnight. No, this was the absolute stillness of shadow made solid—black Ice that bled frostbite and silence, stretching endlessly in every direction. Cold air clung to his skin like regret. When Tim opened his eyes, the first thing he felt wasn’t pain.

It was absence.

He lay on a frozen floor, the ground slick with frost, his breath fogging faintly before him. His body ached—not with injury, but with memory. Every weight he’d carried in life seemed to have followed him here, pressing down on his chest like unfinished words.

The chamber around him was cathedral-like in height, carved entirely from obsidian and black Ice. Pale blue light shimmered from high crevices, casting no warmth. Sitting directly ahead of him, raised on a jagged throne of polished darkness, was a figure cloaked in shadow and power.

A crown of blue fire flickered atop his head, casting dancing light across his inhuman form. His face was obscured, save for two glowing green eyes—luminescent, ancient, and quietly watchful.

"You died," the figure declared, voice echoing like thunder in snow. It held no malice. No judgment. Just a terrible, cosmic certainty. "But you are lucky. The spirit of Gotham has intervened on your behalf. You are granted a choice."

Tim blinked, lips chapped, arms wrapped around himself. The cold didn't bother him as much as the clarity of the moment.

"You may return to your city—not to your body, but to become one of its spirits. You’ll keep your memories, defend your family, and haunt the place you bled for."

A beat. Those glowing eyes never left him.

"Or," the king continued, "you may pass into the next life. The true afterlife. Your memories will fade, but so too will your burdens. You will know peace."

The fire crackled as the final offer fell into the void.

"Or you may become one of my denizens—creatures of shadow and liminal space. You will forget your name and past, but walk again among the living in other forms."

Tim didn’t move.

Silence stretched, hollow and endless. Then, after what felt like an eternity, he exhaled—a sound too tired to be a sigh.

"...Can I choose neither?"

The king tilted his head, flame crown flickering.

"What do you mean?"

Tim stared down at his hands, pale and ghostlike. His voice cracked.

"I just... I don't want any of it. I don’t want to go back. I don’t want to go forward. I don’t want to become something else." He swallowed. "I just want to fade away."

The figure on the throne blinked.

"...What?" The word was startled. Off-balance. "Why? No one has ever asked that. Not even the damned."

Tim lifted his gaze, eyes glassy.

"Because I’m tired. I spent my whole life—every day—trying to be someone for someone else. A replacement. A soldier. A detective. A good son. A good friend. A perfect something."

His breathing hitched. He clutched at his ribs, where the ache of loss lived like a parasite.

"I tried so hard to be kind. To be useful. To be... seen. And in the end, none of it mattered. I died, and no one noticed. No one called. I was always someone’s backup plan. Someone's second."

Tears slipped down his cheeks, warm in the icy stillness.

"I don’t want to come back. I don’t want to be another version of someone else. I just want to stop existing. I want to be forgotten."

And then the sobs began.

Not the tight, controlled kind he’d always allowed himself—no, these were broken, animal cries. Grief carved him open from the inside out. All the words he’d never said, all the pain he’d swallowed, came spilling out in gasping breaths and muffled wails.

He crumbled to his knees.

And the King of the Dead—this ancient, terrifying thing crowned in flame—stood swiftly, the fire dimming slightly as he descended from his throne.

He moved with the care of someone used to being feared—and now trying not to be.

He knelt beside Tim, and without a word, wrapped his arms around him.

Not like a monarch. Not like a god.

Like someone who had once cried the same way.

The cloak enveloped him, and for the first time in years—alive or dead—Tim didn’t flinch from a touch. He didn’t pull away from warmth. He clung. Clung to this stranger in fire and Ice like a drowning man clings to the shore.

And the King held him as Tim shattered. As he sobbed out the loneliness that had slowly killed him. As he wept for all the versions of himself that had never been enough.

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tim Drake (DCU)/Danny Fenton Characters: Tim Drake (DCU), Danny Fenton Additional Tags: Tim Drake's Birds, Danny Fenton is Not Okay, Danny Fenton Needs A Hug, Tim Drake Needs Love (DCU), Birds, inspired by a drawing Summary:

Tim got used to it. The organized chaos. The chirping and cooing and occasional feathers in his coffee. The flock of doves following him around and nesting in his drawers. The murder of crows bringing him shiny trinkets and stealing his pens. It became his normal.

For over a year and some change, the Nest felt full. Lively. Predictable, even.

Until the day he came home from patrol, coffee in one hand, data chip in the other…

…and found a raven sitting on his desk.

Just—there. Like he owned the place.

Staring.

Silent.

Still.

Like a ghost.

And Tim—Tim just blinked and said, "Okay. That's new."

Inspired by this art:

Tim Drake and his birds by @chubby-p1nk

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DID YOU FIND THE KID YET?

The door bangs open, slamming into the wall with a pathetic crack. Tim fights the urge to reach for his bo staff — goddammit, can't the personnel in this clinic knock? “Did you find the kid yet?” a new voice cuts through the room, and, on the polar opposite from the anxious, stressed mood in the room, it sounds bright, casual and completely unbothered.

Crime Scene Do Not Cross- by @corkinavoid

Im sorry, this has going on repeatedly in my head since I read that line and I cant stop laughing.

If you want me to deleate it I will do so but just know, this has been the most hilarious entrance of a character I have ever experience.

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I read two fics some time ago with Tim dancing along with Cass, and omg, it changed me- Because... JUST THINK ABOUT IT-

Tim being a rich kid, with really strict parents but who are flexible enough so that they don't have prejudices regarding very conventional gender roles. And thanks to this, Tim is put in classical ballet classes long enough to be able to wear pointe shoes.

Tim likes it to a certain extent, as the exercises, physical conditioning and muscle elongation help him to be able to follow the bat and bird duo around Gotham. Over time he stops attending classes either due to his parents' influence to focus on some other activity, or because he preferred that time to coordinate patrol routes and get more photos.

By the time he starts being Robin, he no longer attends ballet classes. The training left a small mark on the way he moves as Robin, but nothing too noticeable. He finds it easy to jump really high and is able to land silently and smoothly. He doesn't get dizzy easily thanks to the pirouettes and fouettes his teacher made him practice daily.

Also, training with Dick is easier than when he trains with Bruce, since with Dick there are really similar exercises thanks to the older boy's training in the circus as an acrobat. The elasticity is not comparable between the two, but Tim has enough so that some of Dick's exercises are not so impossible for him.

Cut out when Cass arrives and Tim notices that she likes ballet, and even more surprisingly, she dances ballet! It is thanks to this that Tim manages to find a common point between the two to be able to start a friendship, with Cass being really excited to know that Tim also knew ballet!

They both connect thanks to ballet, Tim, taking advantage of the fact that they were both quite similar in height and complexion (even in face, which still leaves him wondering sometimes if they weren't secret twins?) shares with her his leotards and shoes, at least the training ones. Because although Cass can stand on pointe with amazing ease, Tim prefers to help her go over the basic training to get on pointe. Because literally, those things break feet, and he doesn't want to see his adopted sister go through that (We're talking about Cass, though.)

By the time they've been through about two months of helping Cass go over the basics, and remembering moves she remembered seeing from when she lived in the basement of that Ballet school, she can get up on pointe, and Tim hands her some cute yellow pointe shoes that he got years ago, when Robin colors still drove him crazy. So when Cass wears them, they're flexible and soft, not hard and uncomfortable like the ballet slippers one recently bought.

And Tim, he has his cream pointe shoes to wear, also used and flexible, comfortable like an old toy you haven't used in a while and despite everything, you still know how to play with it.

They both select certain days to practice and dance different pieces of music, Tim occasionally teaching her the classical pieces she doesn't know, or showing her how to dance as a couple. Although for this he takes off his pointe shoes and goes back to his leather slippers.

They keep up this routine even when Damian arrives, and so far the only one who knows what they're doing is Alfred, basically because he's the one who usually does their laundry and tidies up the room they use to dance. Making sure the floor isn't too slippery and the furniture is pushed up against the walls to make room. Every now and then, they both invite him to watch a specific dance they've practiced, like a snippet from Swan Lake, The Nutcracker, or The Rite of Spring.

As more time passes, Cass takes more liberties in the dance and fuses ballet with something more contemporary, while Tim sticks to classical ballet. They keep dancing, but now each one gives a personal touch to each pirouette, pas couru, and movement. They make a temporary bar with pvp pipes, which despite everything, works wonders for them.

Maybe Bruce is the first one to find them, after a particularly tiring day in which he just wants to be alone for a few moments and decides to go to the rooms less used, he hears a classical melody from one of the rooms that supposedly, should be empty. And when he goes to see where the music was coming from and why, he finds his two children playing a fragment of Carmen (Gipsy friends duet) and is more than surprised by the ability not only of Cass, but of Tim! Bruce had no idea that Tim could dance ballet, did he learn it now from Cass? Or is it something he already knew?

Whatever the case, what surprises him the most is the amazing coordination of the two, they seem to be the reflection of each other. And with regret Bruce admits inwardly that if it weren't for the distinction of the clothes and the hairstyle, he would swear that he was seeing double.

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Aaaand here's the sheet (The word is sheet? Idk- like... the info and a little characterization)

OKAY- before somebody throws punches, this was just a silly idea I got after seeing that beautiful art of Bernard and Tim hanging from a building and like- the moon is in the background and BERNARD LOOKS STUNNING

Anyway, I saw that and immediately thought "Damn, it kinda has kaito kid vibes with the doves and the suit... WAIT" and it was like my brain just melted. Especially remembering how the first introduction of Bernard shows him, I put his hair of that moment as a wink lol

And before somebody says "Uhm ☝🏻🤓 this couldn't work because Bernard will never do that and Tim is like, the best detective so he would find out immediately and" IT'S FANON, IT'S FUCKING FANON, GODDAMNIT LET THE FANDOM ACT LIKE A FANDOM. Go read a comic if you want something canon 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻