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mynonah · 4 months
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My @gleeful-holiday-art-swap gift for @theywerebothgirls :)
I had planned to post this yesterday, but... life happens. Still, Happy Holidays! :)
I swear, I'm still a Klaine blog, but hey, it's Christmas... :)
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snippet (Robin!Tim and Nightwing!Dick in Blüdhaven)
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LISTEN this is totally unedited but I read this post by @batposts two hours ago and immediately had a vision and had to write it sdfsfs.
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“You come into my house,” Dick says.
“Are you doing a meme?  Don’t do that, it’s weird when it’s you.”
“It’s not a meme, it’s a movie,” Dick says.  And hey, wait. “I can do memes!”
“You shouldn’t,” Tim says.
“You come into my house—it’s The Godfather, you illiterate, not a meme—into my house, but you don’t offer respect, you don’t offer friendship, you criticize my housekeeping—”
Tim's barricaded himself against one side of the couch and is shielding with a pillow, but it's not gonna save him.  "I stand - by what I said - about the cardboard - ow, ow, leggo!"
"You disrespect me in my own house and you pay the consequences!"
One scuffle later, the pillow is a lost cause, but Dick's won - Tim is really getting a lot better at breaking holds, but he still gets majorly disoriented when you flip him upside-down.  Dick seizes the opportunity to stride - okay, stagger, but who's counting - over to the window, buffeted by occasional kicks from his target.  
It's awkward trying to hold onto Tim and open the window at the same time, but luckily Tim gets distracted by trying to figure out what he's doing.  "Izzer something outside -" Tim is saying, when the window finally pushes open and Dick - with a great sense of personal satisfaction - wedges him head-first in a snowdrift, and then slams the window down.
* * Okay, so it's not like he's worried exactly, but he can only see Tim's legs and the immediate escape he was kinda assuming hasn't happened.  Tim's almost certainly playing possum, but -
Oh well.
He opens the window again, climbs out, and cautiously wades toward Tim's legs.  "Tim?  Are you - hey!"
He's prepped for a kick in the face, but instead the snowdrift grabs him by the ankles which - embarrassingly - hadn't occurred to Dick as a downside of the upside-down positioning.  Another scuffle later, they're both covered in snow and shivering, but Dick gets his target in a headlock.
"Uncle?" he offers.
Tim nods emphatically, but doesn't try to break away from the hold, so Dick keeps a loose grip on him for a moment, taking quick stock.  All limbs intact, no injuries, good.  Man, it's freezing out here, actually.  It's fun, the play-wrestling, but in retrospect this would've been a better prank in-costume.
He must've given away the uncertainty somehow, because Tim shifts a bit and presses the side of his face against Dick's chest: all good, in Tim-speak.  Dick cups the back of his head - message received - and lets him go.  
Tim immediately shakes his head like a dog, so the snow caked in his hair goes flying and hits Dick in the face.
"Brat," Dick says.
"Jerk."  They're both knee-deep in the snow now, but it's still soft from all the wrestling they've been doing, so when Tim backs away, it doesn't seem to take too much effort.  With a bit of distance, Dick can get a better look at him.  Tim's grinning, his cheeks are bright red from the cold, and he's absolutely covered in snow. It's fantastic. He looks like a mini-abominable snow-monster.
"Hot chocolate?" the snow-monster says hopefully.
Dick stands his ground in front of the window and holds up a finger.  "Take back what you said about the boxes."
"I'm dying of hypothermia," Tim whines.  Dick does his best stern I-am-definitely-not-bluffing face.  "Fine. I take it back.  But you do have an awful lot of -"  Dick holds up the finger again.  "It's the best-organized apartment ever.  Please let me in."
"Of course," Dick says, magnanimous in victory, and virtuously doesn't retaliate when Tim - on his way back through the window - "accidentally" dislodges the windowsill's remaining snow in Dick's direction. * *
Dick manages to wedge the window closed after them.  There's snow all over the apartment now from when the window was open, and his own clothes and Tim's are basically a lost cause.
Eh. Worth it.
Tim's teeth are chattering now.  "I'm s-s-so cold n-now," he says, stamping his feet and shaking more snow off his clothes.  He has the decency to relocate himself to the kitchen and the tile floor, at least.  "D-d-did you know that hypothermia sets in faster if you're w-wearing wet clothes and -"
"Yes, fine, you can borrow some of mine," Dick says.  The crocodile tears disappear, along with Tim, who bolts for the bedroom.  Shit.  "But not the leather jacket!  Hands off my jacket!"
"No take-backs!" Tim calls back.
"My apartment, my rules!  This is not a democracy!"
"You're a sadist!  I'm staging a rebellion!"
They do, actually, need to change, so Dick follows.  When he peers in the door, Tim's left a pile of wet clothes on the floor and is burrowing into one of Dick's old sweatshirts - not the jacket, thank goodness.  The heating's already cranked up, which will hopefully solve most of the mostly-but-not-entirely-hypothetical hypothermia problem.  Tim startles when he notices Dick there, but Dick leans against the door frame to signal he's not a threat, and Tim eases down.
It's silly, the screwing-around, and it's not like Dick really has any lofty reasons, but there's still something kinda satisfying about watching Tim get better at reacting spontaneously, in the moment, instead of getting caught up in overthinking.  Just move.  Action and reaction.  No hesitation, just you and the moment.  Reacting to things wasn't something Dick had actually thought you could be bad at until he met Tim, but Tim gets so caught up in his head worrying that it slows him down sometimes.
Spontaneous-reaction-time is definitely over, though, to judge by the way Tim's carefully folding his hands into the sweatshirt sleeves.  Dick raises his eyebrows.
"You should change too," Tim says repressively, and then adds, "With wet clothes, hypothermia can kill even at temperatures as high as 50 degrees."  He sounds like he's reciting from a manual. He probably is.
"Fussbudget," Dick says.
"That's not even a word!"
Tim is fussy, but he's not wrong about the clothes.  "I'm changing too, okay? You can sit next to the radiator," Dick offers.
"Uh, yeah.  Try and get me away."
Heh.  Dick ditches his own clothes for dry ones - Tim took the most comfortable sweatshirt, which is typical, but he's got others - and gets some blankets for Tim.  No harm in being cautious.  
Then he goes to track down the hot chocolate. * *
Huddled up with blankets next to the radiator probably isn't super-safe, fire-hazard-wise, but they are vigilantes.  It'll be fine.  And it's worth it, honestly - sprawled out on the floor, Tim curled against his side, the adrenaline fading until it's just the pleasant exhaustion after a good sparring session.  And - it's just good.  It's good.  A little reckless, the snow thing, in retrospect.  Tim's fussy, but hypothermia's real.  It could've gone wrong.  God knows what Bruce would think.  But Tim's cautious enough for the both of them, and - they do reckless stuff all the time, is the thing, risking their lives, and-
He catches himself trying to justify everything to Bruce in his head.  A bad habit - even Bruce himself isn't usually as critical as his voice in Dick's head is. He can win arguments with real-Bruce all the time - fake-Bruce, not so much. And it's silly to psyche himself out about this, because sometimes - sometimes there are these things that he just can't put into words, what he knows and can't explain, that the roughhousing's good for Tim.  Puts color in his cheeks and a smile on his face.  He can imagine Bruce frowning, pointing out the risks, talking about warnings and self-control, and he doesn't have a comeback argument, but...
"I want marshmallows next time," Tim says.  He's got his mug just peeking out from under the blanket so he can sip on it.  "You should get marshmallows."
"You come into my house and criticize my hot chocolate offerings," Dick says.
"And I'll do it again," Tim says, but he throws Dick a sideways look like he's a bit uncertain - second-guessing himself, worried he's pushed the bit too far - so Dick reaches out and loops an arm around his shoulder.  Tim leans against him: message received.
"And you'll do it again," Dick agrees.  "I guess I'll just have to endure it somehow."  He jostles Tim a little, careful to keep it gentle enough to not spill the hot chocolate.  "I will kick you out if you criticize my packing supplies again, though.  Final warning."
Tim's mouth quirks up, like he's thinking of a comeback, but he doesn't say anything, and they let it go.  After a while, the hot chocolate is gone, and Tim puts his mug aside and curls in closer, and yawns, and then - typical - falls fast asleep.
Outside the window, the snow falls.
It's a good day.
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melodybats · 1 year
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I decided to try to redesign the MLP G5 characters! Starting with Sunny Starscout!
I changed her name to just be Starscout cause I liked her nickname being “Star”.
It’s very heavily based on concept art of Sunny by ImalouArt btw! I mostly just translated it into my style and added a few other things I liked :D
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maudlintrash · 1 year
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touch(es)
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sizkza · 10 months
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Hello! Here's something I tried to create for the Monkietale Mod created by @/hangcastles! Here's the mod's blog! (@monkietale)
It's meant to replace “Fallen Down” from the UT soundtrack. :)
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furiousocean · 7 months
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Me: I'll just go to sleep and watch the episodes tomorrow morning...
Me currently: it's 6 am, my jaw is on the floor, my sleep nonexistent, my emotions on the roof, I wanna JUMP and RUN of happiness!!
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I've heard this is what the mind of the average Akudama Drive fan sounds like...
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shiichiya · 2 years
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I made this because of a meme I saw in a video. I just had to do it. It fits so well.
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likeclarabow · 1 year
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did i make a phone call successfully? no. did i try? yes. i get points for trying
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bookwyrminspiration · 3 months
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god I would be UNSTOPPABLE if I was capable of consistently initiating tasks. just you wait. you'll be waiting a while but just you wait
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suiheisen · 10 months
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i watch baseball for the side quests (ps: this baseball player also makes fruit cocktails midgame)
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taffy-glitch · 4 months
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it should be illegal to put ads in apps or sites for solitaire or picross or sudoku tbh. playing classic puzzle games uninterrupted needs to be a HUMAN RIGHT
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dovesick · 4 months
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endless night
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 3 days
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Expertise can't help you here.
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greseadraws · 12 days
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Chilchuck and senshi shenanigans
(in reference to how Chilchuck is actually middle-aged and has adult children)
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anonbeadraws · 6 months
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I made a Room Building tutorial! Lemme know if it helps! 🧡
Tip me here| Commission info here!
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