#thanks for the inspo boys
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the video of the drivers designing shirts was so fun.....i really thought some of the designs were cute so i went ahead and drew my own versions!!
#thanks for the inspo boys#checo perez#sergio perez#charles leclerc#sebastian vettel#carlos sainz#formula 1#f1#dave draws
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Say Please (Homelander x Reader Smut)
18+ | orgasm denial, sex toys, begging, finger sucking, sublander, gender neutral reader, sex toys under clothing, edging | Fic Directory
He was on his literal fucking knees for you– all for you.
Begging.
You had The Homelander begging.
It didn’t take much. Some time, some patience… A little remote controlled toy inside of him alllll day long, set to the lowest possible speed. He should consider himself lucky that Vought’s costume department thought to make his suit erection-proof.
“Please, please– fuck– please! ” He mewls against you, hips jerking against his wavering restraint as he fights not to just hump your fucking leg.
You run your fingers through his hair and his whole body twitches and he whimpers.
“I– I’ll do anything!” He pants desperately, walking himself closer on his knees to press against you, face buried against your abdomen. “A-Anything, just– fucking help me!”
Throughout the day, he managed to come in his pants twice– forbidden from cleaning up, of course. After that, his body needed more, much more than that dull little vibration against his sweet spot. All those times his demeanor broke, all the odd stares at his flushed face, every fucking time he thought of pressing his cock against the edge of a table for a subtle relief…
He was going fucking insane.
You smile down at him, other hand moving to thumb at his lips. He swallows your finger in an instant, tongue slicking it with saliva, suckling in the hopes of pleasing you enough to earn his release. Your taste sends a shiver down his spine that compounds with the vibrations in his ass so deliciously that it makes his eyes roll back. His hips press forward, cock rubbing against your leg in timid motions. Like he was afraid you’d jerk away and sentence him to suffer even longer.
You meet his motions with a small push of your own and he sputters, face clenching, drool starting to dribble off his lower lip. You tug his head back by his hair.
“Tongue out,” you order, smirking at his compliance. You slide your thumb down the length of it, teasing him ever so slowly. His face contorts as your thumb creeps further back toward his throat until he gags. You give a playful chuckle, leaning down to spit against his tongue before engulfing him in a heated kiss, his moans and heavy pants mingle with your collected breaths. “Good boy…”
His body lurches against you harder.
“Good boys get what they want, right?”
He gives an eager nod.
“I better hear you say it,” you chide deviously. “All I can hear right now is that toy slowly dying inside of you. Is my Johnny a good boy?”
“I’m a– I’m a good boy!” He parrots eagerly, hands palming at your sides. “I’m good– I s-should get what I want!” He whines pitifully when you step away from him.
“On the couch,” is all you had to say for him to scramble to his feet. “Take everything off– except your underwear.”
He damn near shreds his suit ripping it free from his body, each piece thrown about the room haphazardly. Homelander sits eagerly for you, fists clenched at his sides as he watches you strip your lower half bare. He could’ve come then and there if not for that last scrap of restraint keeping him from losing it.
The front of his red briefs are stained a dark red, evidence that he’s been leaking so much all day that his previous releases never got to dry. You ghost your finger over the tented fabric, sliding featherlight just over the tip. His head falls back and his thighs flex as more pleas fall from his lips. You work the fabric down to his knees, watching with delight as the moisture inside clings to him in strings. He hisses at the cool air finally wafting over his heat.
You give a playful flick to the base of the toy, which rests right against his perineum. His cock rests against his hip, tip red and weeping, shaft jumping each time his hole twitches against the toy.
“P-Please…” He keens in a whisper so tight you barely hear it. “Please,” he says again in a sob. Tears gather in the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill down his flushed face. His mouth is agape with desperate, heavy breaths, chest heaving with each one.
You position yourself to hover just over the tip, just enough that no meager thrust upward would quite touch your entrance. His hands come to your hips but you’re quick to relocate them elsewhere. You are in control, not him. You decide when and what he can touch.
He sucks a sharp breath of air when you grasp him to guide him in, and no sooner than his tip breaches your hole is he practically fucking screaming, eyes blazing a bright crimson as he spills into you. His sounds are weak and endless as he chokes on a breath, cock spurting load after load into you, come spilling out to run down his shaft. There’s so much and you fucking feel all of it. He bucks up into you at one point, having floated up off the couch just enough to finally fucking sink inside.
He writhes– practically fucking convulses through his orgasm, all while you get to sit there and watch with a devilish grin. Your hand dances up into his hair once more to grip and tug, tilting his head back to clear the way for every kiss and bite you decide he’s earned to that delicious neck of his.
As soon as he can catch his breath, he’s apologizing– he’s begging you to forgive him for ruining it. Little does he know that this is exactly what you wanted all along. To reduce him to such a base need that the slightest touch of your heat would send him spiraling. You didn’t edge him since sunrise for nothing– even if he did succumb a couple times between then and now.
You retrieve your phone from where you’d tossed it on the couch and increase the toy’s speed, going from practically zero to one hundred in a second. He arches and shouts, head shaking back and forth as he grits his teeth. He knows not to fuck up into you– not yet.
Not until you give him permission.
You fully intend to fuck him silly for the rest of the night, but not until you’ve had a little more fun with your darling dear Homelander.
Not until the only thing he knows is that he’s your good boy.
#homelander#homelander x reader#homelander smut#homelander fanfiction#antony starr#the boys#thank you cozy corner for the spontaneous inspo
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based off of @andoutofharm and @jakeabel ‘s post/tags
lydia ^
sawyer ^
#thank u guys for the inspo#i apologize for using your tumblr legal names btw but i didn’t know what else to do#i did this in like twenty minutes#also patrick being so close to the camera set off my fight flight or fuck defense#like sir if ur gonna be so close u might as well make out sloppy style with me#that or square up mf#spi.arts#spispeaks#patrick stump#fall out boy#fob
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typo insp
#genshin impact#genshinet#genshinedit#genshinimpactedit#xiao#venti#kaedehara kazuha#shikanoin heizou#thanks olivia for the typo inspo <3#IT'S FINALLY OUT OF DRAFT PRISON#added a lil' ✨spice✨#anemo boys>>>#useraria#usersenka#assassiyun#userax#type:all#type:gifs#chara:multi
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Hiiii I come bearing another OC design WIP, this time it’s YA BOY, the one and only protag boy (from this post!)
He’s a darkness/dragon elemental, the black on his hands and arms is permanent and happened due to an incident in his childhood. He was a bit self conscious of the way his arms looked at first but now he’s totally chill with it (and. When he uses his powers dragons scales sprout on his arms and glow and it’s sick as hell.) He is everything to me and I would die for him and he doesn’t even have a name. WHICH IS WHY I’m letting you guys pick since I’m settled on an “N” name but I’m indecisive <3
#I struggled so so much with this design but it turned out SO nice and I’m so happy with it. UGH just look at him. My fucking BABY BOY#Also his inspo might be a BIT too obvious but you know what. This is my house I do what I want#I can make my characters look however I want them to tee hee <33333#Don’t say anything tho or I’ll beat you up. Let me have this.#ANYWAY.#Help me pick pretty please 🙏#Polls#Poll#Among the Stars#ATS#Shima’s OCs#I couldn’t pick a design for Kai and now I can’t pick a nickname for this guy. Lol I’m a mess#Shima speaks#THANK YOU MUCH!!!!!
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I wonder how do Thor children feel about each other
ahhhh, siblings. gotta love them! even when you really, really don't.
Magni sees himself as the leader of the three. he's not just the older sibling, but the sibling. he's the oldest, which means that he's the one who has to protect them. so there's a lot of love there, but "I'm older so I need to take care of you" can often come across as "you can't take care of yourselves" if you're as emotionally incompetent as he can be. oops.
Modi loves both of his siblings, but is fucking awful at showing it. there's a lot of bitterness there, even if he claims that he isn't - towards Thrúd for being their father's favourite, and towards Magni because at least their father acknowledged him (even if that relationship was...less than positive). It's very much an "I love you but I hate you for reasons outside your control so fuck you" type deal.
Thrúd, while outwardly the kindest and most affectionate out of the three, is also the one with the biggest superiority complex towards her siblings. She sees herself as more intelligent than them because she is, and the fact that she was obviously the favoured child has helped solidify this "I'm above you" dynamic. That being said, she's also very resentful of...certain things that happened pre- and post-Ragnarök, and this slips through sometimes in their interactions.
their dynamic is heavily inspired by a certain three siblings on a tv show that recently ended; bonus points to anyone who can guess what it is (and if you follow my personal tumblr then it should be pretty obvious hehehe)
#ask#magni thorson#modi thorson#thrud thorsdottir#let's just say...magni has a very pathetic I Can Fix Him babygirl husband princess boy inspo#modi is very much mr middle child Why Isn't It Me Weakest Dog type vibes#and thrud...oh she's conniving girlboss daddy's princess under all that sugar sweetness#thank you so much for the ask friend!!! xoxoxoxo
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OH HI. Can I ask for counting their freckles with Vaxleth please? :DDDD
appreciating physical traits prompts ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱
i have zero idea what universe this takes place in but it doesn't really matter
“Vax! Vax, come here!”
The half-elf jerked forward, the tranquil near-asleep state he had been in jarringly interrupted by the sound of his wife’s call. He was laying on a thick towel, only a few feet away from the edge of a pond where his little family was spending a relaxing day away from Zephran responsibilities. He stumbled onto his feet, the towel now a bunched up mess, and he ran into the water where Keyleth waded waist deep, their young son sat on her hip.
“What? What is it? Is everything alright?”
His eyes bounced from Keyleth to their child; the one year old seemed perfectly happy, giggling as the water splashed around Vax when he ran in, chubby little hands slapping down to make splashes of his own.
“He’s got freckles! I’ve never noticed them before.”
“Freckles?” Vax’s breath was ragged from the sudden burst of movement, and as his heart rate slowly came down from its adrenaline-fueled racing, he was able to focus more on what Keyleth was trying to tell him. “He has freckles?”
“Yeah! Look.” A long finger gently brushed against their son’s shoulder where, speckled along his tan skin, there were little dots, some big and some small, exposed by the golden sunlight.
“Oh.” He glanced over to Keyleth where similar markings dotted along her shoulders, and he leaned down to kiss her skin. “Just like his mother.”
Keyleth’s shoulders rose as Vax straightened, a bashful smile across her cheeks. Vax leaned down to kiss his son’s shoulders too, and the baby immediately leaned forward into his father. Vax took him without question, arms supporting his bum, chest to chest. With an even closer vantage point, Vax noticed the freckles traveled down onto the little guy’s arms and chest; he even spotted one right on the tip of his nose.
“How many do you have, baby bird?”
The little boy gurgled a non-verbal answer, his big green eyes crinkling as he smiled.
“Let’s see.” Vax kissed one spot. “That’s one.” He kissed another spot. “Two.” Keyleth caught onto the act and leaned in to kiss the toddler’s back. “Three.”
By the time they got to ten, the baby was in hysterics, his laughter bouncing off the water and through his parents’ hearts.
“Oh, I love him so much,” Keyleth swooned, wrapping her arms around Vax and their son.
“He loves you too, right?” The baby squealed in agreement. “Just like his father.”
#thank you for sending the ask! sorry it took so long lol#shout out to waltwhitmansbeard for the idea inspo!#vaxleth#vaxleth fic#vaxleth au#critical role#cr fic#my fic#tlovm#tlovm fic#critical role fic#ravendruid#cr ask#baby boy
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pretty when you cry
Fandom: Gen V // The Boys
Pairings: Cate Dunlap/ Indira Shetty
Rating: Explicit
Summary: A deep dive into Cate and Indira's complex relationship from the moment they met until the end of season 1 of Gen V.
Click here to read it!
#gen v#cate dunlap#indira shetty#the boys#ao3 link#ao3fic#mommy issues hell yeah!#thank you feralgen for the inspo and motivation#how do i even tag this there is no fandom for them#my rare pair addiction gas reached its ultimate form#i am literally the first person to write for them this is crazy#wlw#sapphic
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Another post of my boy with messy lines and a white background ig lmao
#shepherds of haven#trouble alder#shoh#if games#I forgot about this picture bc I had to delete it from my galleries bc someone at work went through my phone and it was just#naked trouble sketch and then I had to walk it back like “I like character design.“ but they just look at you like#anyway that’s what we call being an artist it’s fraught with peril#I was going to do a bunch of outfits but listen clothes are hard and I’ve been so busy#I think trouble has some sort of rag/necktie like those working class Edwardian boys#also for obvious reasons a scuffed up leather apron#also he is obviously a boxers guy but I’ll be real w/ you I didn’t want to draw the fabric so boxer briefs it is#for MODESTY#the MUM ❤️ and MC tattoos are a joke (was going to be MC - BFF) but I also think they’re in character so they can stay#what are clean lines idr#ideally he’d have a bunch of munitions belts and holsters and I DID draw them but now here we are#thank you lolly for the outfit inspo btw#I’m not happy with the boots honestly but whatever
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Mr. Morden: hey there associates, it’s me, ya boy.
#who are queue? what do queue want?#incorrect babylon 5 quote#mr. morden#inspo: bfu supernatural#hey there demons it’s me ya boi#thank you mr. madej
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🌊🌴🌅🐚☀ cayman islands ash ☀🐚🌅🌴🌊
#ok LAST mb for today i promise#thank you monse for the inspo <3#just been a while since i did an ashton one so i felt like making one#just smiley boy on his beach writing getaway 🥰#ashton irwin#5sos#5sos moodboard#aesthetic moodboard
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Cute riddler in pink cop uniform
#he’s a preformer and a murderer dressed in a cop outfit how fitting#pink glittery bloody#the ultimate vibe#getting your hands dirty at work is the best feeling ever#I love this guy I want to draw more of him#should I turn this into a dtiys challenge#?#Batman characters#riddler#edward nygma#edward nigma#slutty boy#blood#thank you knight for this inspo#laxi's sketchbook
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Tis the beloved Murder-Bird.
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Brooo, I’m so happy this actually came out looking okay!!
#AAAHHH I DID IT#I CROSSED A BRIDGE OR SOMETHING#by that i mean i started to understand shading and outlining#still have a long way to go but i feel so happy rn#like i’m actually making progress 🥺#all thanks to my boi for the inspo boost#couldn’t have done it without you birb <3#bloody crow of cainhurst#bloody crow#bloodborne#bloodborne fan art#CrowSketch
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@nosebleedclub’s november prompts. xi: scene that takes place late at night in the kitchen.
he paces back and forth, kinda like an empty ghoul, eyes aching & hands cold, everything mary shelley and edgan allan poe would write about. soap watches him from the table like he’ll disappear any second, fade into mist or gunsmoke, never to be found again behind that skull mask of his.
he knows he doesn’t like to talk, especially not late like this (alone together like this), but all soap knows is how to push, push and push and pull until ghost is soft between his hands, big eyes warm like cinnamon and incense, so he does.
“can i stay in your room tonight, L.t.?”
the ticking of the clock just above the stove sounds like gunfire. soap isn’t tense, but his hands are damp where he fiddles with the tablecloth. waiting. still like a hunter, eyes on the prey. patience is the wych elm in his grandma’s garden he watered every day with hopes it’d become beautiful.
ghost’s eyes aren’t on him, turning to the mug steeping his tea like it’ll quell the hot uneasiness in his stomach.
“you scared of the dark, sergeant?”
not johnny, not soap, just sergeant – like the word itself is cement and brick. an entire castle wall atop johnny’s rank. he chuckles, watches the immense man in front of him carefully remove the tea bag from the mug, and wonders if anyone else in the world would ever have the privilege of watching lieutenant simon riley (in a big tee and sweatpants) steeping chamomile tea at two in the god damn morning.
treading ice, soap says, “what, you got a problem wi’ it?”
and of course simon doesn’t reply. he just turns to him, big shoulders big thighs big biceps and a mug dwarfed by his big hand, and blinks. long and slow, like a cat – eyes so sleepy, so dark, tender like meat falling off the bone. nightmare still sat over the harp strings of his shoulder tendons. and johnny has to bite down a smile, because he pushes and pulls, pulls and pulls, until he has just the soft spot to sink his teeth into.
#ah i made it into cannibalism again im sorry#soapghost#yeah i needed to write about the cod boys it was Eating at me#thank you nbc for the prompts love u guys to the bone#writing#inspo#blah blah blah yearning blah blah kitchen is the heart and the womb blah blah blah you Know how it goes
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Oh, but what if the reader return his feelings? I feel like it would be funny if the reader felt that Irwin wouldn't feel the same way for any reason and that he was so close to them was just because that's how he acts with all his friends/they were afraid of rejection, but they still wanted to have something special between them so they were happy with the Work Spouse joke and went far with it, what If they were encouraged after Irwin talk with and confessed to him?
Something like this:
"What do you mean you didn't know?!"
It's not unlike Irwin to throw a tantrum over miniscule things for the sake of drama. That much you know. What you didn't know, is he is capable of doing so, without it being one of his many bits. You'd perhaps wish he didn't feel the need to get up from the park bench and drag you with him, because he simply can't contain his energy.
"Well, you're like this with everyone!" You argue, regaining your balance from the sudden pull. "I thought-"
Irwin scoffs, unable to halt his interruption from pure indignation.
"No I'm not! I hug and kiss my friends a lot, sure. But I don't vault over the fuckin' moon whenever Damien kisses my cheek or whatever. It's nice," he urges. "But I don't get giddy, flustered and frustrated about it."
"Frustrated," you repeat. "You're frustrated?"
"Obviously! There goes my best buddy in the world. All delightful and cute and does not realize that I want the little office jokes to be more than just jokes. And then-!"
Irwin steps forward and grasps your shoulders to roughly shake you in fond outrage. He might be zoning back into his drama territory.
"- I find out that they want that too! And they never told me!" he scolds you.
You put your hands over Irwin's arms to stop him from making you too dizzy. He stands still a moment.
"Well, they didn't want to lose what they have," you retort. "You're too important to push away over my stupid emotions."
"Buddy," Irwin pinches the bridge of his nose, clearly attempting to calm his very justified displeasure. "You honestly think, even if I didn't reciprocate, that I'd just - what, leave you in the dust if you caught feels? Don't you trust me at all?"
You bark a laugh, giving him a rough shake back for good measure. "Irwin. My favorite goddamn hypocrite. You did the exact same thing."
"Not the point!" Irwin smiles, finally, letting the ruse fall. You take a second to admire his dimples and smile lines next to his eyes. "Okay, okay, fine. You got me. We're both idiots."
You sit down on the park bench again, looking out over the lake in silence for a while. Eventually, uncharacteristically hesitantly, Irwin's hand creeps over to wrap around yours and intertwining your fingers. You instinctively lean on his shoulder, and everything in his body suddenly seems to relax. You sit like that for a bit, just enjoying the closeness. It's as easy and natural as it's always been.
"So, what now?" you ask, breaking the silence.
"Well, not much, I think," Iriwin replies nonchalantly, brushing his thumb over your hand. He moves slightly and you look up to find him eyeing you playfully. "But maybe you can tell me when I get to kiss you for real?"
#Tag#About Irwin#A lil drabble for my chaotic boi#Thanks for the inspo ive been missing writing Irwin stuff
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When will my life begin?
A little prequel for Into the Unknown
The hour before everything goes to shit <3
Marinette’s eyes creaked open. Her alarm blared. Every ring grated against her ears. She squinted at the ceiling, as if it had done something to personally offend her.
It had. How dare it not turn off her alarm for her?
She threw an arm out and turned it off herself, before slowly tumbling out of bed. Her body ached. What had she done yesterday to deserve this?
Oh, right. She had stopped an alien invasion with the League. That explains that.
She’d never thought she’d say it, but she missed Hawkmoth. At least, with Hawkmoth, she could use her Miraculous Cure every time and make sure that she didn’t have to deal with any of her injuries. Now, she often found that she wasn’t allowed to use it, because it would restore the ranks of the other army, too.
Annoyance rose up her throat like bile, and she was just as quick to shove it down. More out of habit than anything, but really, it was fine. Who wants to be sad?
She pushed herself up onto slightly shaky legs. And promptly realized that the annoyance rising like bile was actually just bile.
Now that she thought about it, didn’t she have a concussion?
You’d think it would be hard to forget, but concussions make it remarkably hard to think.
She started stumbling to the bathroom. The alarm was supposed to be for the class she had in an hour, but it was pretty clear that she wasn’t going to make it.
Unless.
She threw up into the sink, and then immediately started to wash it down, taking a toothbrush to her mouth with a vengeance.
It didn’t really help.
But whatever. She just needed. To get changed. Something she successfully did every day.
She fumbled her way out of the bathroom, and found that a person was, rudely, standing in-between her and her dresser. It was already a struggle to get to the dresser, now she was expected to go around things, too? Damn it, Adrien! Why must you make everything so –?!
Oh. Adrien.
He was not going to be happy when he learned she was going to go to school with a concussion. He would also not be happy to learn that she had a concussion in the first place, because she had forgotten to tell him.
Which meant that he didn’t currently know he was supposed to be angry about things. Go past her!
Wait, this was going to be a pain for present her.
Fuck past her.
She realized that she had been silent for far too long, and that Adrien was tapping his foot impatiently, waiting for whatever it was she had to say.
Act. Natural.
“Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh…” she said, trying to remember how she normally acted.
Adrien looked exasperated. She hadn’t even said anything yet.
He gave Tikki a vague wave of greeting.
Oh! She succeeded! He was leaving!
And then he used that very hand to grab her by the arm and start dragging her back towards her bed.
Deception! She would bite him!
Wait, he always smells like that one eau de toilette he wears. What if he tastes like that, too? She doesn’t want to taste that! She heard it tastes bad!
The second her back hits the bed, she becomes very aware of the fact that she very much wants to sleep. Perhaps she would forgive Adrien. For now. But when she woke up she would be so mad at him!
Her eyes fluttered closed, and the last thing she thought before being pulled under by sleep’s seductive wiles was that she wasn’t actually sure why she was supposed to be mad.
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Tim sighed as he watched the drug deal go down below him. He really did not care about this. Frankly, if it wasn’t for the fact that many Rogues liked to test out their new serums by tainting drug supplies (if drug supplies can even, really, be tainted), he wouldn’t bother.
But, since that very much was a risk…
He dropped down onto the dealer, listening to the man’s wheeze as the air was punched out of his lungs from behind.
The addict shrieked and immediately made a break for it. Tim pulled out his grappling hook and pointed it, watching as the line hooked itself around the person. He dug his heels in (the dealer groaned just slightly) and pulled, dragging the addict back in.
He tied the two of them up without much fanfare.
Boring and repetitive, as usual.
Ugh, why couldn't something new happen?
(He would regret that thought soon enough.)
“Clear,” he droned into his comm, flicking his wrist to call the police. He mentally went over what day it was, and the time, and who would be patrolling with him… “Robin?” he said. It was a question, not because he was worried about the lack of response, but because he really wasn’t sure if he had guessed right.
To be fair to him, days had started to bleed together. He was pretty sure it was Friday, but it might still be Monday. Who knows at this point, really?
But, as the silence dragged on without a confirmation or denial, he hesitated.
It was then that he actually checked the date and time, to make sure that it wasn’t Bruce. The last time Tim had opened up someone else’s comms, it had been traumatizing, and he didn’t want a repeat.
Yep. Damian was supposed to be on patrol today.
No worries there, then.
He opened up the comm, and grimaced when he was met by his brother breathing heavily, mumbling in Arabic under his breath.
Tim understood most of it, but he wasn’t sure why he was waiting for… a daesuqa, probably spelled دعسوقة, whatever that happened to be.
Still, it sounded like he needed help. Maybe دعسوقة was a new, mean thing to call Tim. Maybe Tim, in his haze of boredom, had missed the call for help. So, he located his little brother on a map and headed over.
He got there just in time to watch a beam of light hit Damian square in the chest.
Damian yelped a curse, and then disappeared, nothing to show he had ever existed save for the clothes that spilled onto the ground in a messy heap.
Tim saw red.
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She had a literal rude awakening thanks to the worst taste to ever exist entering her mouth. She tried to gag, but a hand was quick to cover her mouth and nose, giving her no choice but to swallow.
When she opened her eyes, she found Adrien leaning over her, a potion in hand.
A healing potion, her quickly recovering mind supplied as she took in the taste still lingering on her tongue. Ew.
Adrien’s lips curled into a half smile. “Welcome back to the land of the living.”
“I hate you,” she grumbled, pushing herself up to sit. He shoved the rest of the potion into her lap. “My room is going to smell like potions for the next week.”
“Next time don’t get concussed.”
Marinette spluttered. “I wasn’t trying to get concussed!”
He looked mildly dubious. Which was offensive. She was offended.
… she reluctantly took another few sips of the potion.
The tension in his shoulders relaxed, if only marginally. He sighed and dropped down next to her, spent. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes. He had never been quite as good at potions, always threw too much of his energy into them. She could see the wisps of magic curling off of him, slowly retracting, returning some of the color to his skin.
“Was Tikki the one that snitched?” she asked, keeping her tone carefully light.
His lips twitched into the slightest trace of a grin. “Technically, Tikki only told Plagg, so Plagg is really the one who snitched.”
She hummed in acknowledgement.
It was quiet, for a moment.
(She hated it.)
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled.
He waved her off, before turning and pressing his face into the crook of her neck. “Just… don’t do it again.”
She didn’t say anything in response. She wasn’t going to lie to him, but she didn’t want to tell him the truth, either.
Hawkmoth was gone, though, so she couldn’t blame the hesitance to upset her friend on a possible akumatization.
She was just a coward.
He didn’t seem to mind, at least. He probably hadn’t expected that to work, anyway.
“There’s something going down in Gotham. A meta. I was just about to head over before all of this… I’m not sure I’m up for it, now, though…” he admitted, reluctantly. “We should just call someone else but, if you’re feeling up to it –.”
She almost shot out of bed.
He groaned, throwing his arm over his eyes as she immediately called for Tikki’s help.
“At least take the potion with you!”
“Yes, mom!” she said, cheerily. She fished out Kaalki’s glasses, and then promptly disappeared in a flash of blue light.
She dropped into Gotham just in time to watch Red Robin crack a magic user’s head open on the concrete.
… uh oh.
#into the unknown#had to really think for this one boys#i accidentally talked my way into having to do this#maribat#scrolled through my entire playlist of kids songs for some inspo#thank god for the gremlins i live with for providing me with writing thoughts#im so tired gnight
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