Okay now the thought is consuming me. One of the League lightheartedly pranking Hawks in some way that affects his appearance, only to watch him have a severe panic attack when he realizes what happened because he knows the Commission will be mad when they see he "ruined" his perfect appearance.
And this all stemmed from them noticing Hawks is constantly checking his appearance and fixing his hair, eyebrows, feathers. Checking his teeth. Cleaning his face obsessively and not letting anyone touch or put anything on his face so he doesn't get pimples. And they just assume he's being vain, and maybe they understand well enough the pressure a hero has to look good, but they just wanted to poke fun and teach him it's okay to not look his absolute best all the time. Only to find out that, no. It's not in fact okay for Hawks to not look his best all the time.
A little Maven sketch to make up for the fact I haven’t posted in a while :’) everything I’m working on at the moment is taking me a long time so I wanted to make a “filler” I guess lol. I’ll get something done soon I promise!!
Also I haven’t drawn Maven in a hot minute and I missed him 🤨
aaaaa did anyone manage to get simeon's ttwf card? him and beel's were the only one i couldn't get and i really wanna know what the devilgram story is about :''')
"Do you think I could break beneath the weight?
Of the goodness, love, I still carry for you
That I'd walk so far just to take
The injury of finally knowin' you"
#thank you, Hozier, for writing a whole album about destiel
John Price always convinces himself that he means it. He’s not the kind of man who breaks his promises.
“Just the tip, love,” he groans, positioning himself at your entrance. Your desperate nod and pleas for him only spur him on.
He swears that he’ll restrain himself, that he’ll keep his promise. He just wants to feel you bare, if only a little. He’s a man of iron resolve — he should be able to control himself without a problem…
But he never was good at keeping this promise when it came to you.
Instead, he finds himself balls deep in your heat, fucking you furiously. The way you’re screaming his name in ecstasy would make him break any promise if only to give you more pleasure. When his cum has painted your walls and you’re both coming down from your highs, he can’t even find the decency to feel sorry for it.
“Fuck…” you groan, pulling him down to kiss you before begging, “Just… just do it again. Please.”
John smiles. With a low, seductive voice, he teases, “Just the tip, yeah?”