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hi ! idk if youve answered this already u probably have but are u planning on following up twelve feet deep? its from like 2022 so i assume not but i wanted to lyk chapter 1 was literally my fav thing ive ever read so u should pls pls pls consider writing a second one

hi anon! the good news is, I do absolutely hope to someday follow up on twelve feet deep. the entire reason it got so long is because I had a specific scene in mind, which I didn't even get to in the first chapter! I do still want to write and share that scene with y'all...

...but the bad news is that the muse is not very cooperative lmao. as you noted, it's been more than a year with no progress. I promise I haven't given up, but it's slow going.

I'm glad you liked it, tho! thanks for the ask and keep your fingers crossed for me ♡♡♡

#anon response #yasmin's adventures in writing

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Did you ever post any jason followups to "do me a favor"?? i swear i saw them once but i can't find them and i'm going through your work again and very disappointed to be missing it :(

hi anon! I didn't post any follow-ups in the sense of sequels, but I did post a snippet of Jason's POV here! ♡

#anon response #yasmin's adventures in writing #also hi it's been a hot minute i got a new job and moved and everything is chaos #hope all of tumblr is well

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#jaytim #fanart #so cute!!! #🥰

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IT'S JASON'S BIRTHDAY! don't have anything new to post but this has always been dear to my heart so I'm reposting my royalty dabble ❤️

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The sound of laughter echoes through the polished marble hallways, followed by the sharp sound of shushing then quieter giggling.

“Shut up!” Jason hisses as Tim continues to giggle himself into a fit. “We’re gonna get caught!”

Tim squeaks as Jason clasps a hand over his mouth. The sparkle of mirth in Tim’s eyes is the only warning he gets before Tim licks his hand. He looks all too pleased with himself so Jason pushes him up against the wall.

The resounding clatter of the large, framed painting of Thomas Wayne has both of them freezing as it wobbles on its nail. Both of them whip their heads back towards the ballroom, holding their breath waiting to see if anyone heard.

Jason turns his head back to Tim slowly. Tim looks almost genuinely terrified with his wide eyes and trembling lip. Jason is supposed to be a prince. Calm and composed.

Instead he feels a piece of his heart break loose and he leans forward to bury his head in the junction of Tim’s neck and shoulder to muffle his laughter. Tim relaxes after a beat, wrapping his arms around Jason’s chest.

“What was that about getting caught?” Tim asks. Jason can feel him stroking his fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Shut up,” Jason mutters. He can feel the way Tim chuckles, his hand moving further up until it plucks the crown right off Jason’s head.

Jason backs up, face heating slightly at the sight of Tim adorned with his royal crown. It’s just a little too big for him, sitting lopsided on his smooth black hair.

“I’m pretty sure that counts as treason.”

Tim’s smile gets even wider as he says, “what? Go big or go home right?”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Well both our Dad’s are gonna kick our asses, your Dad, the damn king is gonna then also kick my ass for kidnapping his son, might as well pile on the charges and go out in a blaze of glory,” Tim says in his most factual voice. The same way he calmly explains math or music.

He looks so handsome like this. With a wicked smile and Jason’s crown sitting on top of his head. Jason could stare into the depths of those eyes forever.

“You’re beautiful,” Jason blurts out, completely inelegant in his delivery.

Tim startles, going a little pink suddenly. “Y-yeah? I’ll have to get my own one of these someday.”

Jason smiles, cupping Tim’s face with both hands and kisses him.

“Yeah, maybe someday.” Jason takes hold of Tim’s hand again and starts tugging him towards his chambers. “C’mon, before they notice I’m missing from my own birthday party.”

Tim’s laughter echoes through the marble halls.

#jaytim #fic rec #loved it the first time still love it now #beautiful

[yasmindifference]

Tim Deserves a Good Hangover for wip meme please👀👀

Eeee, thanks for asking! This is a sex pollen "morning after" story where Tim and Jason accidentally have an excellent time and kinda want to do it again. But they're sure the other one doesn't, OF COURSE. It gets its name from Tim being salty about never getting a fun night before he wakes up with a hangover.

Excerpt:

Just once - once - Tim Drake wanted a hangover he actually deserved. A hangover that came off a night of fun, of relaxation. Alcohol and laughing, or weed and video games, or maybe an encounter with a club drug of minimal danger and less threat of addiction. He hasn’t looked for an ideal candidate but it certainly wasn’t a thing he’d yet encountered.

No. Tim got his hangovers from Joker gas, Scarecrow fear toxin, Poison Ivy’s - ugh. Sex pollen. This was a sex pollen night, he realized, charting the aches, and not just those in his muscles. Tim had managed to follow all set protocols for isolation and self-sedation in previous events.

But not last night. He chased the memory of the previous evening, slipping away like a dream. The more he stretched for it, the hazier and less corporeal it became.

He cataloged the things around him. Light snores, masculine. His head throbbed, his dry throat ached, and the room seemed to tilt when he cracked one eye open but the rest of him? Felt fucking amazing. Relaxed. Sated. Heavy. The tension in the back of his neck was gone and unlike some of his previous encounters with Ivy’s juice, his cock was spent, soft, no lingering frustration left at his spine.

Body armor, red and black, splashed over the floor and as Tim opened his other eye, he recognized the leather jacket hooked over the top of a chair.

Jason.

#jaytim #fic rec #👀👀 #VERY fun start #would love to see more

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i just ordered a pizza but i think i unwittingly set the jedi purge in motion help

#lmao

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we passed a sign in boring that said their sister city is dull, scotland

#brilliant

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Jason&Tim before reboot.

BTW,snowzapped’s STUCK series are really cuuuuuuute! If you ship JayTim,please, just read! *tears*

#jaytim #fanart #cute! #love tim holding jason's helmet #that gets me for some reason

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I'm so tired of DC saying Tim "demanded" to be Robin. HE FUCKIN DIDN'T. He only demanded that there be a Robin and his first choice was Dick!!!! Tim only took it when it became clear that no one else would!!!! Stop fundamentally misunderstanding his character and downplaying his sense of duty because that's what drives so many of his major choices!!! ARGGGHGHHGHH

#tim drake #this

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Batman!Jason Catlad!Tim

#jaytim #fanart #beautiful

[yasmindifference]

i'm obsessed with your jaytim week fics!!!

do you plan on continuing "they call me king here" and "(don't) make me a match"? because i'm obsessed

hi anon, I'm glad you like them! ♡

the answer is a very tentative yes to both. I actually had an ending/sequel in mind for "they call me king here" when I first posted it, but then I got an even better idea for things, but now I have to figure out how to make that work lmao. so no ETA on that but I do hope to get it written eventually

as for "(don't) make me a match," I have some Decisions to make about that 'verse before I can write anything more, which is a problem because I'm very indecisive lol. but I do intend to revisit it! I actually got a prompt for it when I did that meme a few weeks ago, which I might answer because I have one (1) scene in mind...maybe this weekend? but no promises!

tl;dr I do intend to write more of both but I can't promise anything

thanks for your interest!! ♡♡

#anon response #yasmin's adventures in writing

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I would like to see "do it for me pt 1" please 👀

*squints* I have the feeling you knew what this was... but you picked the blobs

This is based on a scene from do it for me by trespresh on ao3 aka @cummandercold

If anyone hasn't read it yet, please read it, is so hot - and wholesome too but mostly hot AF. And tell tresh all about it too 💖💕 gave me SO much inspo to make a nsfw piece 😳... I've just been burned out after July and JTW lol plus the zines are now beating my ass.

This part is still a blob sniff... good because I don't want tumblr shooing me for horny crimes.... tresh forgib me ;-;

#jaytim #art rec #I'M EXCITED

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hey so your jaytim art has given me permanent brain worms and i love all of your comics - i was wondering if you have any fic recs of them? thank you!!

I also have jaytim brainworms.

Fic recs, in no particular order:

- https://archiveofourown.org/works/48258529 (incomplete but currently obsessed with this)

- https://archiveofourown.org/works/10672923

- https://archiveofourown.org/works/48390700

- https://archiveofourown.org/works/48158206

- https://archiveofourown.org/works/3419555

- https://archiveofourown.org/works/959767

- https://archiveofourown.org/works/43896162

- https://archiveofourown.org/works/12665469

- https://archiveofourown.org/works/39897726

- https://archiveofourown.org/works/38062399

- https://archiveofourown.org/works/3545531

- https://archiveofourown.org/works/30423240

- https://archiveofourown.org/works/6153868

I am personally writing uhh… like 3 different jaytims rn. No idea if/when they will be posted bc summer = sludge brain. But we’ll see.

#jaytim #fic rec #extremely flattered to be on a rec list from such a talented artist thank you!! #and in such esteemed company!! #there are a few on here i haven't read but the ones i have are AMAZING #esp echoing sit stay speak by fenris13 which is uh #the third one on the list #it's been living in my head rent-free since i first read it

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Well I've been tagged in a couple different wip games but honestly have just had nothing to show for them lmao but uh I've had this rattling around in my head for a while so I hope this makes up for it a bit lmao

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Tim hikes his backpack up higher on his shoulders, weaving through the throngs of people in the airport. He got a few odd looks from the security people but even with hands clumsy with youth he was able to forge a convincing enough letter from his parents about him travelling to meet them.

It's before disaster, everything is a little relaxed and therefore it's simple, really, to get through with minimal fuss.

Tim isn't entirely sure how he ended up here, in a body too young and too healthy but he's never been one to waste an opportunity. He's perhaps lucky this was one of the weeks between boarding schools, where his mom pulled him out due to her beverage dissatisfaction with various school curriculums. It meant they were out of the country but he was still in Gotham and not being watched over by any teachers.

Gate 57B. This is where he should be. Tim scans the people sitting in the uncomfortable plastic airport chairs, all waiting to board. It's not a particularly busy flight so it's easy to spot.

Off white hoodie and baggy jeans, clothes designed specifically to not draw attention and disguise body shape. Black hair falling over turquoise eyes that are focused on the rough looking paperback in his lap. There's a duffle bag sitting against his beat up sneakers that Tim just knows the contents of without even trying.

"Jason?" Tim asks coming to stand in front of the other teenager with both hands gripping his backpack straps. He's aiming for curious. Disarming. He can't be too formal or Jason will really know something's wrong and not the way Tim wants.

Jason raises his head lazily. Like a bored teenager being called to answer a question by a teacher. But Tim can see the immediate suspicion, the slight tensing of Jason's jaw and the way his eyes scan Tim to identify threats.

Tim isn't a threat. Not yet, anyway. Not like this. He can sneak around undetected, can forge papers and send anonymous emails to Batman while hiding amongst a throng of other school kids. His mind remembers, knows all the how's, of course, but his body lacks the muscle memory to truly execute anything beyond simple defense moves.

Frustrating, honestly, but probably to his advantage right now. He still has his mind and that's the most important part.

"Do I know you, kid?" Jason asks.

"No" --not yet-- "but I need your help."

Jason raises a single eyebrow and Tim makes a bit of a show of inhaling deeply, gathering courage and whispers, "I need Robin's help."

Jason's eyes widen, all pretenses of calm evaporating with a single startled inhale.

It's a little bit of a gamble, Tim knows. But it's a calculated gamble. Telling Jason the truth was out immediately, as was telling Bruce. Waltzing up to Jason to tell him if he boards that plane he was going to die would probably only embolden him further. Telling Bruce would send him into protective parent overdrive. He was trying, Tim knows, to give Jason some space and independence.

Pleading for Jason's help, for Robin's help, it was at least going to get Jason interested. Tim being a kid was also in his favour. Even as the Red Hood, Jason always had a soft spot for kids in need. And with Jason knowing what he currently knows about his mother, that she was an emergency doctor in the Middle East, he would probably rationalize that his mom won't be upset if he shows up a little later than expected.

"Now boarding Flight AA6237, please form a line with your passport and boarding ticket ready."

That's Jason's flight. If Jason gets on that plane Tim still has backup plans but it would be so much easier if Jason just came with him.

Jason stands suddenly, hefting his duffle bag onto his shoulder with one hand and grabbing Tim's sleeve with the other.

"Alright kid, bathroom's this way," he says with maybe a little more volume than strictly necessary.

Tim beams, genuine and wide. Jason was at least going to hear him out. Jason Todd wasn't going to die, not today and not tomorrow or the next day.

This was only the first item on Tim's list but, it was a start.

And if for a moment, only a second really, Tim forgets about a terrible future, about the pain of a blade against his throat or a batarang in his chest or bruises and missing spleens and deaths and revivals, and simply relishes in the thought that Robin was now urgently leading him somewhere more private to probably interrogate him--

Well. That's just the adrenaline.

It doesn't mean anything.

#jaytim #fic rec #I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE ACTUALLY WRITING THIS ASTRIX I'M SO EXCITED

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Can I ask about the jaytim apology? 👀

yesss you can!

the premise is jason deciding he needs to find a way to make it up to tim once he realizes tim is still bitter about the tower. only jay doesn't know how to make it up to tim so he kinda lets tim walk all over him for a while and does silly sacrificial things like shielding him in combat with his body. tim doesn't think jason's being honest about why he's acting so weird lately and decides to push and push to try and find Jay's breaking point. one scene i had been thinking on was a sex scene where Jason's still in the mindset of making it up to tim and he expects pain, but tim gives him his best headboard hunk life. Later when Tim discovers the sex was part of Jay's "apology" he's understandably upset and then decides that Jay needs some love and he's gonna give it to him lol

here's the opening i wrote for it:

A statement; Jason Todd had been handed a shit deal out of life. Love was not something he had in abundance growing up, like all children should. He wasn’t a stranger to it though. Jason had felt love within the pit bull pup that had followed him home, that had wagged his crooked little tail when Jason gave him the crust off his cheese sandwich. He knew it was love because of the way his heart had felt bruised and battered in his chest when he’d come home and the pup was gone, traded by his father for a six.

He thought it was love that his dad had shared half a beer with him when Jason wouldn’t stop crying over it. Jason hated it, but he knew how precious beer was to his dad so he drank it all. After his dad had grinned and told him he was a man now and that men absolutely did not cry over things like puppies. That was love, Jason thought at the time. A tough love, a love that hurt Jason more than anything, but that was the way father’s loved. 

Then Jason met Bruce and knew love once more, a real love. Bruce was awkward and reserved, sure, but he’d never, ever, hurt Jason. Until Bruce, Jason hadn’t known a love wasn’t a little bit wrapped up in hurt. He had wanted it to last forever. 

It was love that he saved his mother after she’d given him the worst hurt of all. 

He’d failed. Shit. Died. Shit. Came back filled to the brim with supernatural rage and a family that had replaced him. Shit. Shit Shit. 

The response? Jason gave as much shit right back into the world as he got. 

The problem? Eventually Jason realized that maybe, just maybe, some of the shit he gave out was to people that didn’t necessarily deserve it. 

#jaytim #fic rec #👀 #don't mind me just gonna cry about the puppy and about jason being caught in a vicious cycle #he was hurting so he lashed out then he wants to apologize and he thinks that means letting himself be hurt 😭

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I didnt do anything for tim's birthday but I wanted to at least touch this one up a bit

#jaytim #fanart #tim wearing jason's shirt!!!!!

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happy (belated) birthday!!! 💞

for the prompts—timestamp for the second reluctant soulmates fic 👀

thank you! this ended up as a whole fic because I did four timestamps instead of one lol ♡

When Jason resolves to never, ever deliberately seek out injury again, he thinks he’s resigning himself to a whole lot of longing. Sure, Tim says he can just ask when he wants a hug…but if asking were that easy, he never would’ve started this shit in the first place. So when he trashes the injury plan, he’s pretty sure he’s also trashing any chances of physical contact. Turns out? He’s very, very wrong.

can't do it on my own

#next day reblog