OKAY SO. HERE’S WHAT HAPPENED. Willow read Heart’s new fic and that led to her and me screaming at each other about an AU that’s like, you can read the full details here on Willow post
and I’m like
“once upon a time there was a prince, who gazed into the many stars in the night sky and asked the 5 moons. ’is there someone out there who will love me for who i am rather than my title?’ the moons did not answer.”
then one day a piece of a shooting star falls in Tim’s back yard, Kon catches a piece of the same star but on his side of the galaxy. It’s a gift from the moons to them, for them to talk to each other. Like a star ACTUALLY died so that they could know and meet each other.
I can never escape the TimKon can I
Basically, Kon is a prince from a far off distance. I smushed Kal and Lois as the rulers, with Lex as their harem boy, and Bruce as their third husband but not really because he’s the head of defense and doesn’t have time for marriage. So a big ot4. And Kon wants a soulmate. A perfect lover, like his parents have. And he makes a wish on his planet’s moon(s) [haven’t figured out the major details yet] and in that moment, a bunch of meteors fall down to his planet. A star just died.
Meanwhile, back on earth, they’re getting ready for a meteor shower from a leftover dead star from billions of years ago. And Tim is there, star-gazing, when a small meteor comes his way. It lands a few hundred yards from where he is, and he investigates. The meteor breaks to reveal a glowing rock (idk if I want it to shine like stardust or not r o f l). He keeps it as a memento.
So, at this point, Kon *also* finds a meteor that broke a special star dust rock, and as if in prayers to his answers, it glows and shows him Tim’s fond, smiling face. He falls in love, and sets out to find Tim, so sure that Tim is his soulmate.
I don’t have all the details figured out, but basically, uh, Kon pretty much kidnaps Tim thinking, “The moon meant for us to be together, of *course* he’ll be happy to see me!” Only Tim doesn’t. Because he wants to get to know Kon first. And also the fact that Kon stole him from his home (even if it was a rather lonely home) doesn’t make him all that fond of Kon.
I just wanted an AU where Tim takes an alien, foreign place by storm and Kon falling in love. And for extra drama, someone tries to take over the kingdom, the alien equivalent of Young Justice is born, Tim saves the day, and Kon gets to marry his wonder boy.
tHE END WHEEZES INTO HANDS
Title: North Star
Snippet: “Super powers, Kon. You have them.” Tim shoots a pointed look at Kon’s feet which are a good two feet above the sky bridge.
NO NO NONSDLk;fjasdkl;fjals;dgha;lskdfj *pulls at my face and makes wailing noises*
This is my family.
I found it all on my own. It’s little, and broken, but still good.
small gestures speak loud words
Another Good Morning
Started as a warmup painting of Jaime but then I wanted to do more…
Hey guys! On April 4th two years ago, I made my first blog on Tumblr.
I remember the first feelings I had the moment I joined. At first it was uneasiness, then excitement, and then love. Before I joined Tumblr, I didn’t know anyone that read comics, and I never thought my art would ever be noticed.
I met my first internet friends here, and best friends too. I never trusted anyone to talk about my problems or feelings with before Tumblr, and I never would have thought that I’d meet such amazing people and feel so loved. I’ve been able to talk with and become friends with artists that have inspired me (and still do!) ever since I was in elementary school, and I’ve met many more amazing artists that inspire me now. There were individuals that have messaged me just to compliment me, and ones that never failed to cheer me up whenever I was down. If I was having a bad day, I could count on Tumblr to make it better. I never thought that my life would change so much from just joining Tumblr, and I never thought that this site would ever mean so much to me.
This is for everyone that has ever spoken to me and has been there for me. This is for the ones who corrected me and taught me things I never knew before, and even for the ones whom I’ve gone separate ways with. This is for the people that follow me, and even for the ones that no longer do. This is for the ones that I follow, and the ones that I used to (but nevertheless, still adore!) This is for everyone that I’ve ever spoken to- and to the ones that I have yet to. I may not be online as much anymore, and I may not talk to anyone as much as I used to, but I always think about you guys. I know that I’m not the greatest person at times, and I make a lot of mistakes and sometimes I’m an idiot, but I’ll always be thankful that I got to meet you guys. I want you to know that you’re wonderful, beautiful, and fantastic no matter what and you will always be loved and thought about. I’ve received so much love, more than I deserve, and I’m forever grateful that I was able to meet such amazing individuals.
Thank you so much for being in my life. Thank you for everything ♥♥♥
crappy sketches based off of Jini’s fic~
BLESS THIS PAIRING
BLESS YOU VIVIAN
[[OTP + Elevator porn. =u=]]
YES REASON TO WRITE CONNOR HAWKE/TIM DRAKE PORN \o/
Tim slams Connor up against the door of the elevator the moment it closes, desperate in his overwhelming need. He pushes up on his toes and yanks Connor down by the back of his neck into a dizzying kiss. Tim works quickly on the button and zipper of Connor’s jeans, slipping his hands inside and past the pair of jeans to palm the half-hard erection. He ruts against Connor’s thigh, desperate noises of pleasure escaping his mouth.
"Touch me, please, Connor, please,” Tim begs, panting against the crook of Connor’s neck, flushed with want. He rubs his face, drags his mouth up the column of Connor’s neck to bite down a moan as Connor obliges his request to tenderly cup Tim’s hips and stroke firmly on Tim’s straining cock against the fabric of his slacks and briefs.
"Sweetheart," Connor whispers into his ear, sounding wrecked and so very fond that it makes Tim whisper words of love, words of affection, and he can’t help but shift enough to rub their cloth-encased cocks together.
They come together quickly, sticky and warm, their breaths puffs of warm air between them. And Connor can’t help but lean down just a little drop small kisses on Tim’s temple, his forehead, the slope of his nose, the curve of his cheeks, the droop of his cupid’s bow, the jut of his sharp chin, before coming back up to kiss his ever so softly on his lips.