EYES. I Was Working On How I Wanted To Make All Their Character Designs Unique To Me Lately, And Decided

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Tim lets out a harsh breath, fiddling with the cord of his earbuds as the announcer proclaims their flight delayed by another three hours.

Damian looks up from his sketchbook, eyebags carved into olive skin as he shares a long-suffering look with Tim.

“This is ridiculous,” he says, none of the usual haughtiness in his tone. The kid is clearly exhausted—three flights from New York to San Francisco wearing away at his patience and leaving the bare-bones of his pride in its wake. Tim would poke fun if he wasn’t so dead on his feet himself.

“We can go get fries at one of the food courts?” He offers, because in the last thirty-six hours they’ve been traveling he swears he hasn’t seen the brat eat a single thing.

Damian ducks his head, sleep tugging at the corner of his expression as he sets down the graphite pencil in his hands. He’s drawing a sketch of Dick, smile lines and all. “I’m not hungry.”

Alfred: So you have twelve apples and your child asks for six. What do you have?

Bruce, tearing up: A child.

Tim and Damian doodle I did cause I was bored

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Tim’s mouth hangs open in shock, grip tightening on the steering wheel as Jason diverts his full attention toward the situation, phone long-forgotten. They share a brief look with each other—one full of confusion and anger and steadily mounting disbelief—before Tim is hastily unlocking his side of the car and stumbling outside.

“I can’t believe the little demon is being bullied,” Jason says, fists clenching as he joins Tim on the pavement.

“I can’t believe he didn’t tell anyone.”

when she says she doesn’t send nudes

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“Sir Kaeya,” Diluc calls.

His brother doesn’t look up. If anything, he curls further in on himself, shoulders hunching as he sucks in a shuddering breath. Upon closer inspection, Diluc can see faint traces of frost dancing along his fingertips—a side-effect of his vision, no doubt.

“Kaeya,” Diluc tries again, gentler this time. He sets the glass of wine beside his brother with a gentle clink, debating with himself on whether or not he should take a seat. “What happened?”

“You’ve already heard.”

“I want to hear it from you.”

im so normal abt sibling relationships in media i swear

“What if I write it and it’s bad-”

WHAT IF YOU WRITE IT AND ITS GOOD? WHAT IF YOU WRITE IT AND ITS EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANTED? WHAT THEN????

I got promposed to today so heres how I think the Batfam would prompose/react to being promposed to

Dick: goes all out. It's super cheesy but super sweet, probably has a big sign and music playing and it's super personalized to whoever he's asking. He gets a bunch of people to help set it up and has a flower bouquet

Jason: Is really stressed about it. He wants it to be nice but doesn't want to go overboard. Probably just makes a sign and awkwardly surprises them with it, acts like he doesn't really care about it that much but is lying

Tim: he gets promposed to. He's very overwhelmed, can't stop laughing and has his face covered most of the time because he's bright red. He had no idea what was going on and is genuinely surprised and slightly panicked

Bernard: set up a whole personalized thing for Tim. Got his friends to help him set up an aisle of fairy lights and made a huge sign for it. Balloons, streamers, the whole shabang.

Damian: throws confetti angrily for Dick's promposal. He is very over it

After my little trip into my unfinished file yesterday- I found this partially lined thing- so I finished it-

This had to have come out of one of my midnight drawing ventures- because I do not remember it or why I drew it, nor do I remember the story behind it. (It might have had to do with when Dick's not around but I really have no clue.)