My part of an art trade with ladyfrog~ I absolutely adore 90’s Kon and Tim :D
OHMYCHRIST. THIS IS SO PRETTY. ACK! WORDS. I CANNOT. <3 <3 <3
I best get the lead out and do work~ XD
Easy there, Wonderboy~
AWMYGOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDD DANOOOOOOOO <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
*EMOTIONNNNNNNNSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS*
You know those days where you crave some selfcest but then end up with a Tim sandwich? One of those days, man.
I’ll have a tim sandwich to take out, please.
hhnnnggg add mayo to add, Bucket. /shot
I’m really, really stressed out right now and I feel like crying.
Dx I HATE ASSIGNMENTS ;3;Drawn for the Tim FC Sketch Challenge.
“Kon?” Tim peeked underneath his bed, squinting to catch some sight of his new kitten. But there was no movement or noise to indicate that his pet was hiding underneath the bed.
Torn between panicking and confusion, Tim sat up on his knees. He had already checked the rest of his apartment, but the little ball of fur and meows was no where to be found. As he scanned his room again, thinking that he might have missed something, he noted a small lump in his bed.
Intent on flattening the sheets, he was taken aback when he realized that the lump was actually his lost pet! ‘How on Earth did he get into the-‘ His thought trailed off as he pulled the sheet off. And saw his kitten slumbering peacefully on top of the Superboy shirt he kept hidden underneath his pillow.
One sleepy blue eye peered up at him and then closed, the small body curling up more into the red and black logo with a long purr. Sighing, Tim tucked the shirt around the kitten and pulled the cover on top, letting the kitten sleep.
ZOMG MAMA MEEYA ;A; YOU’RE NOT HELPING!
#art of the Abby #tim drake #Meeya’s fic #idk why im writing sad things involving kittens today ;A; #Abbbyyyy #*clings* #kitten
ubuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
ashidoahsdsa MUST CORRECT THIS ;A;
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Kon glared at the cat perched regally on top of his shirt. Cat Kon stared back, a clear challenge glinting in his eyes as he looked at the meta as though he were daring the meta to get him off the shirt.
“Tim!” Kon yelled, “Your stupid cat’s sitting on my clothes again!”
Tim leaned back on his seat, tipping back slightly on the hind legs to catch a look at the culprit.
He laughed as his pet meowed softly, “He likes your scent. He has from when I got him.”
“That’s fine and all but that was my last clean shirt!” Kon whined, trying to tug his shirt out. But the cat only dug his claws into the shirt, tipping over to the side in a show of playfulness. Kon groaned as he caught sight of all the cat hair clinging to the black shirt.
“Guess that means you’ll have to do laundry.” Tim laughed.
#magically bringing Kon back #timkon #tim drake #kon-el #Meeya’s fic #art of the Abby #cause you KNOW that when Kon comes back cat!Kon will be like #hmmm i know this smell but im not sure if im okay with sharing my master with this guy -A- #but his shirts are comfy so i guess he’s alright #but the way he holds me without hands sometimes is really scary #…. #okay i’ll stop now
lmao Mama Meeya <333333
(Source: ladymango)
shut. up.
