#[back at it again with a timkon mood board]

[nrth-wind-a]

they were his colors

#[back at it again with a timkon mood board] #{timkon} #{ok to rb} #timkon #{musings} #{i always make such expensive mistakes} #tim drake #kon-el

[bi-bats]

💫 🦋 and 💌 for the fic writer asks?

hey bestie!!!!! I thought I'd see you in here 😂 thank you for reblogging the same post so I could ask you a few too!!! 💖 okay here we go:

💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

I have a very specific favorite comment format and it's so fucking needy of me so no pressure to anyone reading to comment like this!!! but my favorite kind of comment is 1000000% when it's formatted like this:

["Snippet of something I wrote"] the commenter's reaction to that specific bit

Sincerely, I've said it before and I'll say it again: in the least creepy way possible, I would watch everyone react to every line of my fic if I could. Sometimes I just write a line I'm really proud of and I want it to be the line that makes someone laugh or shout or tear up and I love when people tell me what parts made them feel things!!! Also sometimes people point out lines that I didn't think twice about, ones that just came naturally, but they still make people lose it and I love that just as much!!

a close second favorite kind of comment is just when people leave me a really, really long comment about the things they loved in the chapter. Seriously, every time I get a comment that's an essay it makes me want to never stop writing 😂 Basically, much like my Jason, I'm a sucker for praise.

🦋what are you most insecure about when you post a fic?

Oh noooooooo I have to be vulnerable??? Fuck. Okay, fine.

I'm usually the most insecure about the way the tone of the scenes flow together. I'm a bit of a freak about the plotline? And when I say 'a bit of a freak', I mean I have a full-size corkboard with all of the plotpoints of Know Yourself on it. Like I'm Charlie in that one gif from It's Always Sunny with the insane red string conspiracy theory board. Below is the Evidence in case you thought I was joking (I blurred out everything that was a spoiler, don't worry. Or sorry):

...Yeah. It's a lot. Sometimes I just really struggle with feeling like the moods/tone flows from scene to scene. If they're mad at each other, I need it not to feel like they're forgiving each other too easily. If they have a huge argument, they can't just go back to exactly how it was before (looking at you, chapter 7 of Know Yourself, which is giving me an absurd amount of trouble). Thus, the corkboard. It lets me quickly look at everything I've already written (without reading all *squints* 50k words I've posted, jesus fucking christ) and figure out if everything I'm working on makes sense with what came before that.

And yeah, it is a lot of work and dedication for the silly little fanfics I write, but it's sort of like a puzzle to me? It's satisfying to untie all the tangled ideas I have and make them into something pretty.

That said, TimKon never gives me as much trouble as JayTim. I should really post some of my TimKon stuff lol

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

Oh my god, this was cruel. You may not have known this was cruel, but this was cruel. Because the last time you sent me an ask, I knew I had a ton of ideas and I teased like two of them, but since then, the JayTimWeek prompts went up. And I promised myself I wasn't going to write something for every day, but then I blinked and I had ideas for every single day.

So, what to do? Do I post a snippet from one of my JayTim week WIPs? Do I post a minor spoiler for Know Yourself that you asked about in one of your comments? Do I drop all 6k words of chapter 1 of a long TimKon fic that's been sitting in my drafts for months? Do I tease an idea that I'm submitting for a zine? Do these questions count as an answer to the prompt, because I can't decide which I'm the most excited about?

No, I'm not that mean 😂 Here are two of the lines I'm most proud of from the next chapter of Know Yourself, which are in the same scene but not next to each other and don't spoil anything:

Jason was the one who had overreacted in the first place, filing Tim’s teeth to a sharp point in the hopes that he’d bite.

But then he fucked it all up. He’d done what he did best: tried to freeze over his white-hot anger, and still managed to be surprised when the ice cracked and steam shot out.

Thanks for the ask!!! I love doing these so thank you for making me answer and giving me an excuse to rest from writing (although @lovetimdrake is going to send me a meme in like 3 hours bullying me (rightfully) about how I'm supposed to be betaing their fic lol)

#📷 jpeg #<- you get a tag bestie #batsasks #bibatrambles #lol I have to be up for work in 5 hours and I'm currently running on 3 hours of sleep #I should stop acting like Tim Drake is a role model for a good sleep schedule #probably #<- spoken by someone who knows they won't start sleeping better #I was like this before I even met him tbh #okay sleepytime goodnight #thanks for the ask!!!!

[pomfry]

some lazy day timkon fluff, please?

“Tim?” Kon calls from the kitchen as he slices little vent holes into the top of the pie. Ma had taught him how to make it when he’d stayed with them, and he’s held the recipe close ever since. He opens the oven door, gently places the pie on the middle tray and closes the door. Wiping his hands, he pokes his head out of the small kitchen of their apartment. “Tim?”

Tim looks up from his computer, smiling when he catches sight of him. “Yeah?”

“What do you want to do for movie night?”

Tim pauses, eyes far away as he runs through the movies they have, the movies they’ve been meaning to watch, and the movies on Netflix. Kon waits patiently, wiping his hands on his pants; he finds a certain peace in baking, and after everything that’s happened - well. Baking is certainly one of the less self-destructive coping mechanisms he could have chosen.

“How about Paranorman?” Tim ventures after a moment, and Kon hums, nods. Paranorman is a favorite here, a classic. They’d watched it on one of their first dates and it quickly became one of the more watched movies. Some they haven’t watched in a year.

“Sounds good to me,” Kon says, and retreats back into the kitchen, taking a rag and wiping down the counter. “Go on and put it in, the pie should be done at about the end.

Tim makes a noise of agreement and Kon hears the DVD player opening and closing. That DVD player had been a gift from Jason - updated by Roy, he’d said with something proud in his voice - and they’ve stuck with it ever since. Soft footsteps reach his ears, and he stays in place so Tim can wrap his arms around him, resting his forehead on his back.

“Hello there,” he says quietly, not wanting to break the mood, and Tim sighs back. “Rough day?”

“Rough week,” Tim corrects, and when Kon turns, he slumps against his chest. “I’m trying to get an idea across the board that will help hundreds of people - some of them not even in Gotham - and they keep. Saying. No.” He thumps his head, once, twice, before Kon manages to pull him away.

“That doesn’t mean you have to hurt yourself over the frustration,” Kon says gently, and Tim wrinkles his nose at him, the sunset from their window making his skin glow, and Kon - Kon can’t help but fall in love a little bit more.

Thing is - before everything, this would never have happened. Before all the suffering, before all the maturing, they were just kids with crushes and the weight of a responsibility they were too young for on their shoulders. Kon had been hot headed and Tim naive and this type of moment is their salvation, their day of peace, and they wouldn’t give it up for the world.

A bop to the nose makes him blink.

“You’re thinking sappy thoughts again,” Tim tells him, the line of his smile soft, and he presses a kiss against the edges of his lips. “Don’t think those. They make you melt and you know it.”

“You make me melt,” Kon corrects, smiling wryly. “You’re the one who makes me think all those sappy thoughts.”

“Blasphemy!” Tim laughs, and rests his chin on Kon’s chest, looking up at him with adoration. “I do no such thing.”

“Then why is it that all of my sappy thoughts are about you?” Kon counters, and chuckles when Tim pouts at that, unable to refute it.

“Witchcraft,” Tim insists after a moment of comfortable silence. “Sorcery. We know people. They could have cast a spell upon you.”

Kon laughs, low and throaty, and watches as Tim’s face turns a light pink. “Whatever you say, dear,” he says, and presses a kiss against Tim’s cheek. “Now go press play. I have popcorn to make.”

“Popcorn is so boring, though,” Tim protests, and Kon rolls his eyes. “No, listen - popcorn is always used as a food for during movies? Why don’t we eat fries instead? Go against the flow, you know?”

“Number one: you just rhymed.” Kon squints his eyes at the cabinet holding the potatoes. “And number two: do you want fries? They’ll take longer, but I can do them.”

“Who do you take me for, a heathen?” Tim huffs. “Make popcorn and I’ll get the candy I swear to Bruce I don’t have.”

“So picky,” Kon teases, and Tim winks.

“You got that right,” he replies, and floats from the room. Kon watches him go, something warm in his chest as the sight of Tim being so happy, so obviously content. Before, that wouldn’t have happened. Before Tim was breaking, ready to fall over the edge and no one was helping him, no one was seeing the signs. Kon wasn’t there, stuck in a limbo with no way out until Flash freed him. And when he’d seen Tim, aching and lonely and oh so close to cracking, he’d lunged for him with both hands and held him close. And -

Well, things naturally progressed from there.

Kon wipes down the counters, cleans up his mess. Never once, he muses as he cleans off the excess flour, did he imagine they would fall into this routine. Movie Nights were ultimately Tim’s idea in the end, but Napping Days were his in an attempt to get Tim to sleep more. And, surprisingly, it had worked. Tim sleeps better with someone there, someone warm, and Kon just so happens to fit that bill.

(Napping Days are some of Kon’s favorite days because he gets to see Tim relaxed and asleep, the noon sun making him look ethereal.)

But this whole life they have together, with Kon running the bakery downstairs and Tim coming home every day at six thirty on the dot, is so achingly domestic that it makes him smile like a goof, even if once upon a time it would have made him cringe.

“Kon? You ready?” Tim leans over the island. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking sappy thoughts again,” he jokes, and Kon bites the inside of his lip to keep his smile in.

“Nope,” he says, and goes to sit down on the couch. Tim is curled up in his side in an instant, watching as the horrible zombie movie shows up on Norman’s screen. Kon claps his hands and the lights turn off. Tim had insisted on this particular function, and Kon would, under extreme duress, reluctantly admit that it’s useful.

Tim shifts, reaching out for something, then pauses.

“Kon, did you forget the popcorn?”

#my writing #pom chats #asks #tim drake #kon kent #connor Kent #timkon

[awhitehead17]

Cuddles Can Wait

TimKon Fanfic, 

Summary : Kon won’t let Tim leave the bed. 

Enjoy :D

“Kon. Kon seriously, this isn’t funny.”

Tim attempts to squirm out of his boyfriend’s arms but ultimately fails. Damn him and his super strength keeping him there.

“Kon you jerk, I know you’re not asleep, let me get out of bed.” Tim turns as much as he can and smacks him on the shoulders. Tim’s been trying to get out of bed for the last 10 minutes, but for whatever reason Conner is aggressively hugging him and won’t let him go.

“Noooo…” Came the mumbled protest. The arms wrapped around Tim’s waist squeeze just a little tighter, though not enough to hurt or bruise him thankfully but hard enough to cease his escape from their bed. “I need my Timmy cuddles…”

Tim rolls his eyes, Kon had obviously picked that up from Dick. “Later, I have work to do Kon.” Tim tells him. Tim feels Kon pressing light kisses on the back of his neck.

“Work later…”

“No Kon.” Tim tells him sternly, “Now let me go.” Tim struggles once again but he’s easily beaten by the half Kryptonian. Kon rolls them over so he’s on top of him and is crushing Tim into the mattress. Tim lets out an annoyed sound from underneath Kon’s weight. He hates it when Kon is in this mood, the over affectionate, needing cuddles monster, (he secretly adores it, but he’ll never admit that out loud, however right now it’s grating his nerves). Underneath all that hard skin, toned muscle and toughness, Kon is a giant cuddle bunny and teddy bear, Tim only found to what extent that it goes to when they started dating.

“Kon please… Just let me get out of bed…” Tim’s pleads, practically begging now. It’s not that he doesn’t want to stay in bed with Kon because he does, it’s just that he has a load of work to do. He’s got to prepare for a WE meeting the next day, he’s got to sort out business files for the company and look at stock market graphs, there’s some Red Robin reports and cases he needs to look over and complete. Cuddles can wait.

Tim waits a few more beats but Kon doesn’t move or even acknowledge Tim underneath him and it also seems like Kon won’t be moving away any time soon either. Getting an idea he taps Kon, “Hey Kon I have an idea, let me get my laptop and I’ll come back to bed.”

“I don’t trust you.” Came the blunt reply.

“I promise I’ll come back to bed if you let me grab my laptop from the living room.”

Kon’s weight is then moving off him and two blue eyes appear in his vision, Tim can easily see the distrust in them. Before Tim could say anything Conner is getting up and off the bed, being rather confused to why he got out of bed Tim goes to follow but then a sudden weight is pinning him back to the bed. It’s like Kon is back on top of him and isn’t letting him move. Stupid telekinesis.

Tim doesn’t bother fighting the invisible weight that’s spread across his body, very much like when Kon was on top of him, he won’t be getting free unless Kon lets him go. Thankfully he doesn’t wait long as Kon is returning with his laptop, but the telekinesis doesn’t let him up until Kon is crawling back on the bed. Kon hands Tim his laptop before flopping back down onto the mattress, Tim sits up and leans back against the head board while turning on his laptop.

He feels Kon’s arms snake around his waist while his face nuzzles into Tim’s hip. Tim balances his computer on his knees and starts to stroke the back of Kon’s head with one hand, his fingers begin to lightly play with his hair. “Thank you.” He says.

Kon just hums as he slowly falls back to sleep against Tim and Tim smiles, this is much better than having to get fully out of bed and work. It’s a good compromise.

#timkon #Tim Drake #conner kent #cuddles #humour #fanfiction #fluff