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Midterms are next week and so I'm probably taking a potentially 2-week hiatus to crack down on studying and taking my exams. I'll be back just in time for YJ's return though!
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Worth It || Artemis - Red X
Red didn’t miss the dig Artemis gave herself. He wanted to say something along the lines of ‘I know how you feel’ but… he wasn’t supposed to know how she felt. He honestly wasn’t. Sometimes he thought it would be easier just to confess everything, especially here where he could do no wrong in the eyes of Batman and his stupid Justice League. He wouldn’t have to worry about a mask and hiding and—
No, enough of that train of thought. Red X just scowled under his mask, trying his best not to tense up with these thoughts plaguing his head.
“I know you’re having the time of your life here, but…”
Red’s mask mimicked the look of disgust and sheer ‘what are you going on about?’ that plagued his really face. The sarcasm was there and he knew it but even as a sarcastic insinuation it was… disgusting to think he might enjoy being bedridden. He followed her gaze to the wheelchair before smirking under his mask.
He finally knew who Artemis’s double in his world was.
It was him.
“I’m game is you’re willing to play Nurse Maid.” There was a bit of a flirty tone to his voice as he asked. He honestly wouldn’t have minded seeing Artemis in a nurse get up…
Note to self, convince Artemis to be a nurse for Halloween.
“You’re about to get another busted leg if you think I’m going to be anybody’s nurse,” she said with an amused smirk, experiencing a little Déjà vu as she found herself helping support Red up again. “But don’t worry I’ll make sure you get back before bedtime,” Artemis teased.
She gingerly settled Red X into the wheelchair, a little more guilt piling on her. Because the image of this audacious and mysterious masked boy leveled down to the confines of pain, resting in a chair on wheels pushed by her seemed wrong. Really wrong. As she moved themselves forward she took the liberty of silently admiring his lithe, dark figure from behind, the curvatures of his broad shoulders. Like a black panther, he looked like he could jump and glide tree to tree, rooftop to rooftop, with ease of his lean but powerful muscles. Even at rest they were impressive. He looked like someone you’d want in a fight. But you know, minus the fact that he was almost crippled at the moment.
“Well I guess I’m playing chauffer,” the young archer mused as she passed through the infirmary entrance, “Where does your heart desire to have you?”
Day "Off" | Wally - Artemis
Wally was nothing if not a very curious creature. He loved to figure out complex chemical formulas and the properties that they exhibited. He found it exciting when he was able to understand intertwining theories that combined both complete understanding and a bit of creativity and imagination.
But he had grown incredibly inquisitive how someone, a human no less, could be more incredible than the moon itself.
Had hadn’t expected her to do it, in fact he had downright refused to believe there was a possibility, but she seemed to always do the opposite of what he planned out for her. As he was getting more comfortable with not only his form, but his view of a certain backside of a blonde beside him, she relaxed herself, and laid down on his outstretched arm.
And as she settled, and his shock wore away, his fingers danced lightly along her skin, holding her a bit closer and he thought , wow, she fits perfectly right there.
His amazement at this new discovery was slightly terrifying.
It he was subconsciously going looking for answers, and ways on how to keep her there.
He didn’t let it show, because fuck, the way she brushed over him, the feel of her skin, and the tickle of her hair, combined with the backdrop of the ocean, stars, and seriouslyshouldbeimportantmoonbutnotasmuch moon, made him calm.
Which almost sent him into an even bigger frenzy because Kid Flash and calm? Didn’t happen.
A few times their eyes met and Wally couldn’t help but feel like he was being sucked into something bigger than himself. Something that would lead him to forfeiting his selfishness because, hey, she’s right there man, go get her, kept playing like a drum in his head. Even when he tried his hardest, demanding his body to take atleast 70 0000 meters away from this girl who was making his heart beat a little faster, blush a little more, and go crazy on what ifs? He wouldn’t trade it for the world.
He heard her slight tease, and turned once more towards her, and as she stood, cold creeped in like the plague. He shivered slightly, watched as she stood, and just as he was about to tease and say, Oh good my arm was getting tired, fatty, she started to strip.
Her backside? Totally went from a 8.9, from her jeans and uniform? to a 9.5. in her incredibly form fitting underwear . Only thing that would made it better is if she was completely na-
Woah Wallman, and this is where we get off.
She waded into the calm water, as if she was the same person as Kaldur, like it was her home. She dived into it, came up and her hair pooled out like some type of firework in the water.
Not to be outdone, he quickly stood up, striped down to his boxers, and ran into the water, kicking up sand as he went. Thinking the water was going to be warmer, considering the long day it had been in the sun, and Artemis’ ease of an entrance, he dove straight in without thinking.
Well that was a bad choice.
He came up breathless, the ice cold water causing his lungs to shiver and cry out at him in anger. He heard her laughing from where she tred, and shaking his head to get his hair out of his face, he swam over.
“If I don’t die from hypothermia in here, you are so going to die.” He said, grinning.
A laugh gathered from her lungs into the nocturne air as she watched Wally run for the water, unable to help the fact that she was visualizing him as Hasslehoff from that 90s show she so fondly dubbed the ginger from in their first meeting.
The look of pure shock across his features and the shudder of his breath from the cold surprise when he surfaced bolstered her laugh, but it also made Artemis viciously curious if she herself could ever elicit such a reaction from Wally. She bit her lip in efforts to quell these less-than-decent thoughts while he drew closer to her.
The moon seemed to spotlight itself on him and only him, coating its silver pool of light on his sheen, defined shoulders that bobbed as he neared. The chill and the buoyancy of her surroundings made her heart flutter and her breath tenuous; it was the water wasn’t it?
His fiery tuft for hair was doused and clung so charmingly against forehead and cheekbones, making him look impossibly more boyish. She just wanted to run her fingers through those saturated locks and--
“If I don’t die from hypothermia in here, you are so going to die.”
And there was that stupid smile again, toothy and wide, making his eyes squint into two more beaming precious stones.
God damn it.
The archer had to distract herself before being pulled into that abyss again.
“That’s too bad, Baywatch. I can’t,” She said before taking a breath and disappearing into the sterling deep, reemerging behind the ginger to squirt the salty water from her mouth to his peppered neck, “I’m here to stay and make your life miserable.”
She snickered and swam away fast enough to dodge the immediate retaliation from Kid Flash. He might have been the fastest boy alive, but being in water was something of a disadvantage to his trade. She almost giggled as he went for her. If there was one thing Artemis Crock didn’t do it was giggle. It came out like a squeak instead in her attempt to suppress it.
How did he do it? Making her feel so comfortable and so insecure at the same time? There was the incredible fear of how captivating he was in this moment, how exposed she felt: afraid and apprehensive of what this new yet strangely familiar sensation was. At the same time she had this incredible mania of certainty that they were alone in the world and she relished every single minute of it, convinced that her happiness—her sanity--was dependent on Wallace West. She couldn’t decide what emotion was more dominating and what she was really experiencing, frustrating her to no end.
So she just went on the safe side and adopted that same attitude she normally had around Wally, sarcastic and unfazed. Only this time it has become a façade and it was getting really difficult to keep up with because Artemis had this insurmountable and increasingly amplified urge to press herself on Wallace West and wipe that smile off his face with teeth and lips. She just wanted to experiment what she really wanted and felt.
She needed to get out of here. Away from the speedster. Escape the incredible pull of his existence.
But she couldn’t, she was a deer in headlights, frozen despite the visibly incoming danger in front of her face.
Artemis was thrown violently back to reality as she was being physically dragged into the deep by Wally, just barely holding an instinctive breath before being completely immersed. She must have slowed down with the flurry of thoughts because she found herself caught by the red-head pursuer. It stung, but she forced her eyes open and saw the water-filtered lunar glow reflect off the arms that wrapped around her torso and elbows, felt how perfectly they snaked around her. She didn’t even put up a fight, regardless of the increasing crushing of her lungs that cried for the surface with what little air they salvaged before being pulled under, forgetting the burning blurring of her vision that came with being underwater.
She was a deer caught in headlights.
Paralyzed.
Worth It || Artemis - Red X
Sometimes Red hated that stupid voice in his head that told him to do stuff for people. Like saving them. Tch, seriously. He should have just stuck to letting Arty take the fall of his injuries and their combined stupidity. No, he took it all upon himself like a stupid little selfless jerk. Oh well, Arty could learn to appreciate his move or just whine about it.
At first the pain sucked completely. He hadn’t broken anything but he’d be out of commission for a few weeks. Better him than Artemis right? She actually had a place on the team and wasn’t just a seat warmer like he was. He shrugged his thoughts off and spent his days either being bored or stuck reading. He wasn’t even remotely cleared to walk around as much as he’d enjoy that. He could go bother people, bothering people would have been so much better than sitting here… and waiting for something.
The something come in the form of Artemis that seemed a bit… off from her usual yelling or genuine concern. This time it was way more up his alley?
“So worth it? Definitely.” Red X’s mask was secured in place, robotic voice on clear as day. Artemis may have gotten the closest glimpse of who he might really be but she’d never get to know the face behind the mask.
He’d make sure of it.
“So, come to ramble on about school now?” Red couldn’t help but get a bit excited about Artemis’s rendition of school. A place he’d never actually really seen. He’d never admit his curiosity with actually going to school… but part of him kind of wanted to. Of course that would so blow his cover but it didn’t mean he never wanted to walk on a campus and attend a class. Sit in a desk and listen to reciting of Shakespeare in an English course. He never understood why kids hated it so much, the teens on the dramas didn’t seem to mind it.
Whatever, he just kind of wanted to hear about it now in days. Was better than sitting here, alone, all day.
“So worth it? Definitely.”
A smile crept across her lips, realizing the guilt she didn’t acknowledge recede with his assurance. Even through his mechanical tone, Artemis could surprisingly hear a hint of genuine interest…even excitement. Did he miss school back in his world? Did he even go to school? Maybe he’s just been cooped up in here for too long. The archer made note to try to bail him out later.
“Sure, just to make you suffer more. I go to school with a bunch of stuck up rich kids…” Her mind wandered on that pompous Dick kid and how wrong her assumptions were. “But…I guess I’m lucky that I can go to school with the stuck up rich kids. ‘Specially from my neck of the woods…”
Her voice trailed off and the blond started to study him. Even if she couldn’t exactly see Red’s expressions, undoubtedly he was miserable in here. And who could blame him? Her eyes lingered on his busted leg before they caught onto the tantalizingly empty wheelchair on the other side of the room.
“I know you're having the time of your life here, but..." She raised her brows and quirked her head slightly in the direction of the wheelchair.
Artemis wasn’t usually the one that got people into trouble, with but few exceptions she was hardly the rebellious type. But it seemed that the masked boy seemed to have that exact effect on her, making her a little reckless and defiant.
To her surprise, she was grateful of him for this.
Civviesby ~rhieme
“Hey, hope you know CPR. ‘Cause you take my breath away.”
“Quit being so lame.”
Okay. So. I was thinking about my precious babies and the upcoming return of YJ from hiatus and I was overwhelmed in spitfire feels because I just kept thinking about Wally’s detachment issues from Arty and the fact that he knows she’s endangering her life and he can’t do anything about it and AUGH. I was a mess. I needed to draw Spitfire fluff before I started crying.
So here’s my quick Spitfire vent sketch. I love their love okay
will probably color this later
If you do a Spitfire kiss fanart I will love you forever and ever!
[ ooc. Oh that's inevitable! 8D ]
OH! Are you doing requests? (◕‿◕✿)
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sdlkfjsdlkfjs sure i suppose i am? ; U ;
i can't promise they'll be done promptly or even decently for that matter OTL but i'll definitely go through them when i'm drawing warmups ; W ; it makes me so happy and baffled that you would ask requests from me
I'M SORRY. EVEN WHEN IT'S JUST A SKETCH IT'S AWFUL. I KNO.
I'm not a Traught shipper so this might look REALLY distant and not intimate BUT I TRIED AND THAT'S WHAT COUNTS. I actually really did enjoy drawing Rob.
I'm sorry, anon. Ireallydidtry.
I'm late anyway, aren't I?
Day "Off" | Wally - Artemis
He knew he was having the effect he wanted when she began to relax under his hands, moulding herself and slowly curling herself more into his body. He continued his ministrations on her back, her hair slowly lapping around his body from the wind.
Breathing in deeply, the smell of sea salt wasn’t what hit his nose first, like he originally believed. What he inhaled was a mixture of lavender and.. something much more subtle, but still present. He breathed in deeper, getting slightly lost in the flower scent, and the scenery in front of him. Using one of his hands to trail down her spine, he chuckled lightly.
“You wouldn’t know what to do with yourself if I wasn’t around, Archer.” He said softly, a laughing tone still making its way through his voice.
So what if she truly wanted him out of her life? He wasn’t going anywhere at this point. She had sucked him down too far into her perfectly chaotic being, too tangled in her harsh words and mysterious eyes, to even think of leaving. He couldn’t find the surface and even begin to think of where to go- it felt too much like a belonging here, beside her on the sand, to even think of walking in the opposite direction.
It wasn’t even an option at this point. Subconsciously, he couldn’t help but search for her in a crowd, angle his body towards hers, touch her at any opportunity he could. She was an exotic experiment he would never understand, and for once?
He didn’t need an answer.
She was his answer.
She thanked him, whether it was sincere or teasing, and he was about to respond when she turned her face towards his and met his stare with clear certainty.
Certainty that this was different than everything, this was something she was scared of, something new, something old. And her eyes were like an open book that he’d never read, so fucking beautiful that he couldn’t even remember what his name was.
He moved to sit next to her on the blanket, still a bit shaken by the moment that had just passed between them.
“I’m glad you realize that you’re an abusive person, Arty,’ he said, laying back to stare at the darkening sky. “Seriously, you’re the only person I know who’s bite is probably as bad as their bark. Good thing you don’t like cats.” He said laughing, remembering a vivid memory of magic and sacrifice.
Stretching slightly, he laid his arm out behind her, to let it lay there on the blanket instead of cramped behind his head.
“So?” He asked, waggling his eyebrows at her, ‘you can’t deny this hasn’t been better than doing your work in the Cave for hours. And if you do? I’m going to have to hurt you.” He teased.
Almost as bad she was hurting him with that freaking beautiful smile of hers, or the way she stared at him and made his heart just kind of stop.
You know. Almost as bad.
Artemis was biting the inside of her cheek and watching him take his place beside her through the corner of her vision, hugging her knees while she felt the chill of the approaching evening breeze. He was starting to make her a little nervous. Just a little.
“You wouldn’t know what to do with yourself if I wasn’t around, Archer.”
Artemis wanted to yell at the seagulls that chirruped to shut the fuck up for just a minute so she could treat herself to the allure of Wally’s gentle words potently mixed with that low, charmed laugh. It was so low and whispy that it almost drowned by the cacophony of the stupid birds.
He was half right. Truth be told, Artemis was guilty in that she would sometimes—often--go out of her way to find the speedster and start their usual quipping just because Wally had that effect on her. Somewhere in the back crevices of her mind she could admit that she indulged in his company, his witty banters, his smirks, his smiles.
Her attention wandered and lingered onto his freckled arm that lay tantalizingly bare for her to rest her head on. Artemis found herself internalizing whether or not she should. She became so engrossed in this conflict she almost missed his teasing remark, which was complemented by that same wicked smile.
The same smile that seemed so inviting and made her succumb to that childish wish.
“You couldn’t hurt me.” Something between an impish grin and a genuine almost sheepish smile graced her features as she watched the rich warm orange-red hues set into the horizon and succumb into the night, afraid of what her features might betray again if she looked at the boy so wonderfully close beside her. Inwardly she was saying this in hope. Hope that if Wally continued to pick the leaves of her usual, impenetrable guard down to her bare vulnerability, he couldn’t.
Or even better: he could but he wouldn’t.
She shifted and appreciated the way his smooth skin brushed her neck, closing her eyes and finding that reprise as she drifted in and out of a nap. The idea of college seemed like a world away now… Was there another institution she could sign up for just to bask like this in Kid Flash’s company? The idea sounded like a mental asylum because it was crazy and was also another world away...
The blonde blinked in the darkness and realized how quiet she’s been with the exception of that last remark. She must have looked ridiculous.
Well. Might as well make the most of it.
His eyes were like murky pieces of jade in the moonlight when she stole a glance. Wally, being the stubborn rationalist he was, didn’t believe in magic, Artemis knew that. But if he only knew how bewitching those watchful gems were, he might have been a believer then, because it was a feat to tear away from them as she stood up.
“Not to say I’m criticizing your efforts…because I am,” Artemis allowed her playful, biting tone return and smiled expectantly at his responsive sneer, “But you know what would make this a little more fun…?”
Boy, was she glad she decided to wear black nylon underwear today. It wasn’t swimsuit wear, but it certainly did its job better than cotton, and must have made a better sight for Kid Flash. She kicked off her shorts into the cooled sand and waded into the brisk evening waters, almost regretting it as it sent a sharp shiver up her spine. The hem of her increasingly soaked shirt with every wave clung onto skin and goosebumps.
Before diving into the black and silver ocean she looked back and smirked while calling out: “A swim!”
ready for the fight, before i make the final sacrifice
Worth It || Artemis - Red X
Artemis wasn’t sure whether she should be grateful or angry. As of the moment, she was angrier than anything. Who the hell did he think he was? Artemis didn’t need anyone to make her decisions. Even if it was a “favor” which was the worst kind because she felt she owed that person.
She wanted to be mad, but she knew she couldn’t. Not only did Red X play a part in (literally) saving her neck, he got seriously hurt along the way, and took the heat of the whole thing from Batman which might be worse than the former consequences combined. How many favors was that?
She grunted and kept her conflicted anger in check just before she walked into the infirmary and toward Red’s bed. And there he was, a scratched up mess with a bundle of bandages for a leg.
“Hey.” She nodded and took a seat by his bedside, dropping her book bag heavily on the floor. As soon as she finished school Artemis made it a priority to see Red, whether that meant to see how he was doing or to yell at him or both or neither, she would figure that out on her way over here, which she still didn’t know.
But she settled for a genuine remark that was true for at least Artemis Crock.
“It was worth it.”
Part 3 of Glamour Shots with The Team featuring everyone’s favorite flirt: Wallace West
I seriously have the hardest time trying to decide what I want to draw for Wally’s hair.
Whatever, it’s done ಥ_ಥ
Next up is Dick c:
[ ooc. i goofed and posted on my personal = = ]
whatever floats your boat
(edit: had to reblog because it won’t show up on the art tag and I made it into a gif!)
THIS IS MAGNIFICENT.
YOU DON'T GET REQUESTS???? Here I'm thinking people send you hundreds of them! SO I SHALL TRY TO REQUEST SOMETHING. Artemis and Wally floating in water under the moon, kissing? Maybe, please ;-;
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