Honor™

DPxDC Dead Tired Coffeeshop Accident

For one reason or another, Danny is now living in Gotham and working in a coffeeshop. For one reason or another, Tim frequents the same coffeeshop.

Now, both of them are honest to god messes who treat sleep like a grave enemy. Meaning they both survive on coffee, spite, energy drinks, and their respective hyperfocuses.

They don't even talk, really, they just see each other from time to time: Tim knows the barista who looks like he's been dead for weeks is named Danny, and Danny knows how to make Tim's Death Wish with his eyes closed, but other than that, they are just strangers who largely don't care about each other.

That is, until one time after his patrol, Tim comes to the said coffeeshop in his Red Robin gear. He doesn't even think about it, he simply needs coffee. He comes to the counter. He orders. His voice is tired and emotionless. He just wants his coffee and maybe stare at a wall for a few hours until his brain reboots. Danny takes his order without even looking at him. He has been sitting and staring at a wall for a few hours, night shifts are literally killing him.

They are both so done.

Red Robin waits for his coffee. Danny makes it almost automatically, his mind elsewhere. The coffeeshop is empty, save for them two. It's four in the morning. Nothing feels real.

Danny sets the cup on the counter.

"One Death Wish for Tim," he says out of a habit, not fully registering they are alone, and he doesn't need to do that.

Tim takes the coffee without thinking, nods a silent 'thank you'. Brings the cup up to his mouth-

And notices a glove on his own hand.

He is in Red Robin get up.

He freezes and looks at the barista, who is cleaning the coffeemachine. Danny, noticing him looking, also looks back at him. Did he make the wrong order? He knows Tim's soul, he's seen it a lot, he couldn't have mistaken him for anyone else, but maybe he forgot to add syrup?..

There's a domino mask on Tim's face. A vigilante domino mask.

They stare at each other. No one moves. No one blinks. The sun is rising somewhere over the city.

Tim takes a sip of his coffee. Danny goes back to cleaning the coffeemachine.

They never speak of this again, but Tim becomes a regular here in both of his personas.

so, this definitely happened, right?

»I won’t say I‘m in love.«

Honestly I wanted to draw this for so long after I saw @aceveria-art 's beautiful drawings!

Draco’s outfit (and Harry’s scar kind of-) are btw heavily inspired by them, so please make sure to check out their amazing art!!!

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Since that’s the perfect opportunity I‘d also like to recommend an amazing fic written by @rockmarina! -> Falling for a Golden Boy <-

the biggest lie i ever told & how my husband came to protect it

for years i have lived this lie telling everyone i am allergic to peanuts because i hate the smell of peanut butter and it makes me gag and makes my throat feel gross after eating it and so i don’t really like peanut butter that much but whenever i used to tell people i don’t like peanut butter they’d get all defensive like “peanut butter is amazing how do you not like it?!” and then i’d have to go into this whole thing to defend my taste buds.

but then i got tired of it and started telling people that i’m just allergic to peanuts because that way it’s not my fault that i hate the smell of peanut butter - it’s now like i’m a sad little baby who will never get to taste peanut butter ever in her life and everyone feels sad for me.

but the problem is that i really love peanut m&ms and so now i can only eat peanut m&ms when i’m at home in secret. the only person who knows my lie is my husband. and so at work this evening we had a small celebration for someone and they had peanut m&ms and i really wanted some but obviously couldn’t eat them in public because then people would know my peanut secret. 

and so when we got home after work my husband tipped his jacket over and emptied his pockets and at least thirty or so peanut m&ms fell out of his pockets and he whispered, “i was sneakily accumulating them all night for you because i could see the pain in your eyes.”

and if that isn’t love then i don’t know what is. 

i just think theyre neat ..

Tim and jason lil sketches

Based on this post

I mentioned in my last piece that Tim’s wand detracts and extends but it takes him a hot second to realize this and @xxxnightcorequeenxxxv3 commented that they could just picture his outraged “It extends!” Anyway I thought about that comment all day

@dp-crossover-angst-week-event

JUL.7 GIW EXPERIMENTATION

tfw u raid a GIW compound and find somebtign in a tube of goo.

Turns out to be ur long lost brother lmao getfukd

HEHEHRHRRR here’s the sketch and ideas

I managed to contain the need to catboyify him but only barely.

I even came up with an inlore reason for it! The GIW captured him and used ectoplasm to reverse engineer beast boy’s power and idk soemehifn soemthign i needed to catboy him.

Draco Malfoy... and the fatigue of doing things again.

Draco Malfoy and… the fatigue of doing things again.

Rating: Teen and Up Published: 2022-10-17 Completed: Not yet completely published, but yes. Words: 25.024 Chapters: 12/16 Updates Every Monday

HELLO!!!

I'm working on drawing some of my favorite scenes from my fanfics... Here is a little snippet of chapter twelve (12)

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 “Alright. Let me ask you this then - Does destiny exist? And if it does, is it really possible to change it, if you knew it? AND if you can change it… what then?”

Luna hummed, her eyes glossy and unfocused, like she was far away from the corridor they were in.

“You are thinking of destiny as a line, but…” Luna’s gaze focused onto Hermione, making her shiver a bit. Her eyes were so blue and deep, like she knew every secret of the universe - it was a little unnerving. “What if, Destiny, is more like a rug?”

What?

“What if, instead of a single thread, destiny was a big rug, with hundreds of thousands of threads? Each of those woven to hundreds more, so each decision or change, it's just… reaching another one of the threads?” Luna linked her fingers together. “It won't change the rug as a whole, right?”

Hermione felt like her brain had just short-circuited like her mom’s blender last Christmas - frozen in place, with the engine still making sounds trying and failing to make the blades spin. What Luna just said made a LOT of sense, but  at the same time Hermione couldn’t really process it - She guessed this must be what realizing a big mystery of the universe must feel like - like a broken blender that still tried to work.

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