#timothy stoker

It’s sad about Tim hours ✌ cover by Sarah Cothran

tim stoker animatic to a burning hill when

howl’s moving castle but with timsasha :)

timsasha is just bi alt girl and bi gamer boy. sorry that my artstyle is changing. i wanted to try to do a lineless art

hey y’all. pretty boy jon rights.

timsasha but tim gets a snowball thrown at him for being a simp

And my second fic for @jonsimsandcats day!  Set during Season 1 ish, where Jon finds a cat behind the Institute and decides it should live with them in the Archives.

“Tim, did you steal my snacks again?”

“I have never, nor would I ever steal your snacks,” he replied as he lounged at his desk, pointedly eating a crisp from a package that Sasha had brought in earlier that week.

Sasha frowned.  

“Something good?”

“Some slices of salami and cheese.  Not the end of the world, but why would they only take that? And not this whole salad?”

“I mean, I’d pick cheese over a salad any day,” Tim teased. Then he added, more seriously this time, “That is weird though.  Elias will have a field day if he finds out someone is nicking people’s lunches.”

They didn’t have long to wonder at the identity of the thief, however.  Tim and Sasha delivered their reports to Jon later that day, but he wasn’t in his office and the door to the exterior of the Institute at the end of the hall was slightly ajar.

“I mean, we’re going to go look, right?”  Sasha said, placing her reports on Jon’s desk before heading off to investigate the open door without waiting for Tim’s response.

He dutifully followed suit, and they pushed open the door to find Jon squatting a short distance away.

“Shh!”  He cried in a whisper.  “Quiet! And move slow.”

Despite their curiosity, Tim and Sasha did as instructed and carefully moved to Jon’s side.

“What’s going on?”  Tim asked.

“There’s a cat.”

Sasha rolled her eyes affectionately.  “Of course, there’s a cat.”

“I’m trying to lure her out so I can get her to the vet. Looks like there’s a bad scratch on her face.”

Jon gestured to a familiar looking container as he mentioned luring the cat into reach, and Sasha gasped.

“You!  You’re the one that took my salami!”

“Shhh!”  Jon insisted.

In an accusing whisper, Sasha replied, “You took my snack!”

“I just needed something that might entice the cat,” he admitted.  “And I didn’t bring a lunch today, so I thought… I’m sorry.  I meant to tell you, and I’ll absolutely pay you back.”

Despite her initial outburst, Sasha couldn’t fault his reasoning.  “Listen, if it helps the cat, then it’s alright.  Though, it wasgood salami…”

As her voice died down, shimmering eyes appeared in the shadow before them.  Jon placed a small piece of salami at the edge of the darkness, and then moved away, urging Sasha and Tim to do the same.

A few moments later, a scraggly grey cat stepped carefully toward the salami, sniffing it intently before gobbling it up.  There was indeed a large scratch across her forehead, and she shook her head occasionally as if that would eliminate the pain.

“It’s alright,” Jon cooed as he tossed out a few more pieces of salami.  Then, he whispered to Tim and Sasha.  “The carrier is just over there.  Bring it over.”

Tim quietly gathered the carrier and did his best to keep it out of the cat’s sight as Jon placed the food closer to him.  Once Tim was in place, Jon grabbed the cat and shoved it ungracefully into the carrier, though he tried his best to be gentle. Sasha slammed the door shut and latched it closed.

“Hey, good teamwork everyone,” Tim said once the cat was secure.

“Thank you for your help,” Jon added.  “And thank you for your salami.”  He handed the Tupperware back to Sasha with an apologetic grimace.

“Are we taking her to the vet then, or what?”  She asked.  “There’s one not far from here.”

Jon smiled and took the carrier from Tim.  “Lead on.  What do you think we should name her?”

“We?  What, are you planning to keep the cat in the Archives?”

“Why not?  Surely it’ll be good for morale.”

“Elias is not going to let you get away with that,” Tim laughed.

Jon rebuked, “Martin got to have a dog in the Archives!”

“He didn’t get to keepit in the Archives; he had to catch the thing and take it to a shelter.”

“Technicalities.”

“You do know that you might not get to keep her?” Sasha interjected.  “She might have a family and we’ll have to return her.”

“Of course I know that,” Jon said in that hasty sort of backpedaling which indicated he hadn’t even considered that possibility. “But if she doesn’t have a family, I think that the Archives would make a good home for her.”

“Elias still isn’t going to let that happen, mate,” Tim replied, shaking his head while smiling.

“I can handle Elias.  None of this is answering the question of what we should name her, assuming we do get to keep her.  I’m partial to titles as names for pets.  I knew a cat named The Admiral once, and he deserved that rank and status.”

“Why not just call her the Archivist, then?”  Sasha suggested.  “Since she might be joining us in the Archives.”

“Name her Gertrude – she’s already got grey hair,” Tim offered, and Sasha scoffed.

“Don’t insult the poor kitty like that!”

They continued to debate the merit of different names and titles for the cat as they continued on their way to the vet.  Jon was most concerned that the cat be returned to full health and reunited with her family, if she had one.  If she didn’t… well, then the Archives was as good a place as any, right?