The Ink Drinker

[inkdevourer]

#Inkdevourer ++ Indie, private, au/comic rp of multi muses from DC fandom

❅ mutuals only. 20+. Mature themes may be present {brutality, language, gore, nsfw smut, drugs, mental health crisis, abuse}

❅ puppeteered by Severed {Any pronouns accepted, 30+}

❅ sporadic musings for longer threads, asks and memes will get faster replies.

❅ messages always open for mutuals, don't be shy ❅ Side blogs: Jubilation Lee & Lin Lie

❅ Carrd ❅ Prompts ❅ FC ❅ Aesthetics ❅ Wishlist

[supraxstcllas]

eventually, when no hit or venom was spit his way, Match's hands drop to rest at his sides, though his ttk did spread into a sort of air cushion around him should any violence break out. yellow pupil-less eyes watch the other just as carefully as he's being watched in return, brows furrowed as he waited for the other shoe to drop.

at the quiet admission, Match lets go of the breath he'd been unknowingly holding, his ttk dissipating from around him as relief flooded his veins. there's a small smile on his lips, " Thank you. " he said, a hand going to brush through his curly hair nervously,

" I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to feel that way. " he placates again, feeling like its the only thing he can do now after leading Tim on like he had. the compliments have him blushing a little, a soft dusting of lavender on his cheeks,

" I… Thank you. " he mutters, his blush getting a little darker and spreading to his ears. he always liked being told he was being nice, especially when it involved Kon. He liked being a good brother, after being such a horrible one before.

" I'm sure Kon will make it up to you once he gets back. He's always good at that. " he says with an almost shy smile, though it falls rather quickly at the next question. he wrings his hands anxiously, but he decided to be truthful,

" I… I don't like how I look, so I make myself look like Kon to avoid the stares. " he starts, voice soft but still audible over the wind, " I've never seen the tower before so I wanted to take a look. " he says, before taking a breath,

" I think… I've been to the tower before though, and that's why I was staring. I remembered being there, and some people… I was fighting them, but it's blurry. " he lets out a soft laugh, " That's weird, right? "

[inkdevourer]

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The hand not at his nape gave a wave, dismissing the apology when it was not Match's to give. A nice gesture still that pulled back Tim's attention. It was fascinating to see the color purple seep into that stranger colored skin, not albino, but something else. Sometimes, Tim's own lips turned lavender due to his immune system, a mention about to be given but Match's discomfort took the front seat. Hand dropped down from his neck. "Oh. I… i didn't think of that. You know, as to why." Tim was not sure how he felt about that. Did Kon know his brother was using his face? Was he okay with it? The vigilante was torn, but he could understand why. No one on earth looked like Match in his natural skin. In some weird sense, he could relate. Transitioning had brought on the same feelings of not liking how he looked. Hands went into his pockets. "That's how memory works sometimes. Just flashes of things for most, but not the whole scene." He didn't remember everything which means Kon did not fill in the gaps. Why? Should he? "You fought me. Well, us. As in Young Justice." An odd smile crossed those lips. "But no sweat. You're not the first and won't be the last. Kind of comes with the tower that it might be attacked by someone every few months. My brother did the same too." He hoped that offered some comfort. Speaking of. "Match, I know we don't know each other well but I'm tempted to ask a personal question. How to word it...Do you like how you look?"

[inkdevourer]

[valrixian]

The birthday boy!!

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I Like to think that Cassie kon and Bart interrupted his patrol to celebrate his birthday with the other yj members

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Finished it right in time, even if I had to pull an all nighter haha

[kidtropolis]

tim's   pulled   into   kon's   safety   net   of   ttk   and   kryptonian   might   without   a   second   thought.   unlike   his   *typical   manner,   kon   does   not   tease   nor   does   he   poke   and   prod   at   the   vigilante   before   him.   for   good   measure,   however,   kon's   middle   finger   raises   with   *lightning   speed   the   moment   before   they   take   off   ⸺   flying   off   into   the   beginning   of   gotham's   night,   brows   furrowed   in   worry.

kon's   parked   on   the   top   of   one   of   gotham's   skyscrapers   only   a   *moment   later,   releasing   their   hold   on   tim   as   the   latter   frees   himself   from   kon's   grasp   to   catch   his   breath   or   do   whatever   it   was   that   tim   needed   to   do.   kon   shakes   himself   free   of   hay   and   whatever   else   he   had   on   him,   hands   in   his   pockets   as   they   wait   for   tim's   explanation,   ❝ i   mean   ⸺   you   know   i'm   nosy   tim,   but   you   don't   have   to   *explain   anything.   like   the   *awesome   hero   i   am,   i   came   flying   the   moment   i   heard   you   call   my   name. ❞

[inkdevourer]

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Eyes rolled behind the domino mask in a perfect rotation at the middle finger salute, but Tim smiled never the less. A deep breath was inhaled at Kon's safe hold before they found a more solid structure that was high up. Tim uncurled his arms, backing away only a step from his best friend to touch the gauntlet. Comms were connected. "Hey, it's me. I'm at a safe location. Will check in soon. Just uh… catching my breath." He was silently listening to the other end before turning it off just as Kon started talking.

That masked face angled at Kon for a few moments, unmoving before breaking into a small smile. "Thanks for the save. Gee wiz, I am oh so lucky to have a hero best friend!" Tim was messing around, acting like the old comic sidekicks. That's what most people thought he was, anyway.

"Seriously, thanks Kon." Tim maneuvered to sit down with care. No concerns of falling because his best friend was a super hero. "Just was a looong night. All of them are manageable, but each one hitting every time another is fixed. You know, one of those." Eyes went down and noticed the attire. So that was hay in their hair. "Were you doing chores?"

[cr0wbarred]

"You know what the fuck I meant." Taking a deep breath, he steps away, turning as hands rub over his face then through his hair. "It's not about the fuckin' money. It's about what I've built an' wanna keep. It's about keepin' my own hands dirty. If I let it go now, those shitbags down there'll think they can run around untouched again ... and what's that gonna do?" This has definitely gone in a way he didn't want. They shouldn't even be arguing about this. He should've just left. "I was deep into it the second I started killin' 'em. The only thing I'm doin' now is keepin' it under. Control. You're the one making a big fuckin' deal about it."

[inkdevourer]

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 "Yeah I fucking do," but that was not said with a smug tone. It was one of frustration. Disappointment. This felt like something that was going to nag him in the back of his head and trust, Roy wanted to let it go. He just felt this defiant nature in him from being pushed into the dark because that is what Oliver did to him all the time under the guise of protection. Frown deepened when Jason proved that was a part of his big speech on it. "So what. Blood in blood out like a fucking gang? You act as if my hands don't have stains from the blood too!" Angrily, Roy pressed his pointed finger into Jason's chest. "Where is the fucking line, Jason? How long does this go on before there is a fuck up? What is going to prevent you from slipping into being one of the people we kill?" A pause at the realization. "Am I going to have to take you down?"

[pixiu-pix]

Just a boy 🎂

[stolenparticles]

this wasn't supposed to happen.

she'd seen and heard about avengers and other heroes dying and coming back to life all the time; so what was it about her resurrection that put her on the timekeepers' hit list? the last thing she wanted was to be on the run, phone tossed into the hudson river as she fled the city. no, all cassie wanted was to be home in her own bed; instead, she was riding shotgun in someone else's car as they fled the city.

she peeked nervously over at jaime as he drove, her hands wringing together in her lap. " you really didn't have to come, @inkdevourer " she said, finally breaking the silence that had been hanging between them since they'd left the city limits. " the last thing i want is to pull you away from your family. " she looked back down at her hands. " especially since i don't know when we'll be able to come back. "

[inkdevourer]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ 𖦹

It seemed they could never catch a break long enough to be settled. Every since coming back from off planet, Jaime kept feeling like he had lost a piece of himself in that gladiator arena and the only time he felt even a bit whole was when Cassie was in his presence. They had built a bond over the past few months, spiraling into a relationship neither dug too deep into and allowed the quiet to lead them. It was beautiful and innocent while it last. Now the looming possibility of another death lingered in the air, but Jaime had every intention of running from it for as far and long as it took. He could not lose Cassie for so many new founded reasons. More so to a group that deemed they had a right to decide what was good for the timeline and what wasn't. If that was the case, to hell with them. The country side was attempting to offer some of that peace back, but his glances exposed the anxiety of this lacing in Cassie. He too had ditched his phone after a text to his mother explaining what he could without endagering his family. "Like hell I was going to sit home worried sick over where you were and what was happening. Not huh." Hands shifted on the steering wheel so one could reach out and tangle fingers into one of her own to stop the twisting, to give her an anchor. "I'm not going to let you die alone again. That's not right. Not happening." More importantly. "It's my turn to save you. Let me, okay?" That tone softened with emotion. Even if it meant for another day, a week, a month.

[karyotatsumi]

[inkdevourer]

@robin5tein

[arrowmade]

[steady.] sender holds receiver's trembling hands down gently against the sheets.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎JAY WASN'T TAKING IT easy on him tonight. which, really -- it was only fair. they'd had a rough night. working it out like this ? more than ideal in roy's world. he'd started it the second they got inside, really.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎pressing a handsome man who'd spent all night fighting and still had his adrenaline up ? roy knew exactly what he was doing, especially since his own adrenaline was still at the same level.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎they'd stripped in a frenzy, clothes all over the hotel room they'd gotten to stay closer to their current target. jason's lips never once left him, a hand in dark hair and content sighs the whole way to the bed.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it started with jason on top of him, making out and barely managing to catch their breath. a whispered flip over, baby was all it took to change that. on his knees, bracing himself on his forearms, roy shivered as calloused hands roamed along his sides.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎just as he was about to tease jay for finally deciding he wanted to take his time, he felt jason finally push inside. roy groaned out, long and low but so content at the feeling. “ fuck, there we go. ”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎even with the tiny pause he took to adjust, roy was quickly turning into a trembling mess under him. he gasped out jay's name, resisting the urge to beg. for what ? he wasn't even entirely sure anymore.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎that same hand moved from his hips, body pressing entirely against roy's back as hands found the redhead's. with their fingers laced together, roy bit back a loud moan as jay's hips finally began swinging into him. “ jesus christ, jay, holy fuck. ”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎INTIMACY ACTION // @inkdevourer

[inkdevourer]

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Jason could never admit it out loud, but he caved more often than anyone knew when it came to Roy. The taunting without fear of him or consequences made the vigilante want to vent it back out to the archer, unknowingly feeding each other until they were a fury of eager need. They both knew where they were headed, only that shit was in their way and would be torn if it had to in order to get there. There was nothing like crushing Roy under him, pinning the other down as a reminder that he was in control (what was needed for him to get here). That warm body under his, the way he could feel soft muscles while the scent of a particular shampoo and oil mixed together. Blood and grime meant nothing, lips were aggressive in their bites and open mouth to dominate Roy's .

It was hard to focus on foreplay and Jason had never been good at initiating it so he expected a little push back when his hands barely touched Roy lower. To his surprise, there was agreement. It made him harden more as he watched freckled skin reveal more of itself along that pretty back. Callous fingers were licked from the top of the palm to tips before reaching down to smear that extra saliva on and between Roy's cunt in some small manner of care to prep. Then he was pulling that membrane back and lining himself up and giving a pivot forward. Hands on those hips to keep them steady, a hoarse groan feeling Roy surround him. There was no pause until he was seated, two thrust later. "Fuck." Swore when he could feel his best friend's heartbeat throbbing against his aching dick. Jason bumped his hips against the others, but when Roy did not go down, he had to adjust. Grabbing those wrist, he spread both their hands out to the sides as his scarred stomach and chest pressed down on the archer's back to make him lower just a bit more. It was stupidly a physical cheat for dominating, but the mind was gone from what made sense and didn't he wanted to fuck Roy. There was no other prep as Jason's knees dug into the mattress and all the aggression and adrenaline left over was taken out on the man below him. Every snap of his hips made him grunt against that shoulder, needing to bury himself so far into Roy that the other would feel it. This is what that man did to him, what the teasing led to. A one track mind to get off and take Roy with him. No stopping until both were crying out with their orgasm as that repeatative and brutal tempo mingled with the sounds bodies made when colliding over and over.

[grahamsgarrett]

BROOKLYN NINE NINE 2.23 – Johnny and Dora

[inkdevourer]

@offpanl

[circusblud]

@inkdevourer sent: [ PIN ]: sender pins receiver against the wall during combat/sparring. "Being pretty only goes to far, huh Dickie?" ➣ Roy Harper ⤷ nonverbal prompts.

HIS  BACK  HITS  THE  WALL  HARD  ENOUGH  TO  RATTLE  TEETH.    impact  flashes  momentarily  white  behind  his  eyes,    driving  breath  out  of  lungs  in  a  sharp  grunt.    he  can  feel  roy  there  instantly,    the  heat  of  him  through  narrow  strip  of  air  between    —    the  press  of  thick  forearm  locked  ‘cross  his  collarbones.    weight  keeping  him  neatly pinned.    dick  tips  his  head  back  just  enough  to  laugh,    noise  passing  his  lips  thin    &&    breathless.    the  fight  collects  in  a  hot  knot  under  his  sternum,    in  overworked  muscles    —    forearms  aching  from  blocking  shot  after  shot  after  shot.    roy  had  forced  him  to  keep  moving  for  the  last  ten  minutes,    refusing  to  provide  a  clean  rhythm    —   keeping  him  maddeningly  off  balance.    dick  has  always  respected  his  skill, though    he’s  never  been  able  to  stop  wanting  to  beat  him  for  it  either.        “    don't you know it's bad sportsmanship to gloat? especially when you  haven't  won  yet,   ”        pulse  beats  hard  in  his  throat.    eyes  lighting  up  with  familiar  passion.    invigorated  by  the  challenge.    using  the  wall  at  his  back  for  a  sudden  spring  of  leverage,    the  man  drives  his  shoulder  forward  hard  into  the  center  of  roy’s  chest,    knocking  his  balance  point  sideways.    he  slips  one  leg  behind,    hooks,    &&    forces  the  shift.    dick  slams  him  'gainst  the  wall  now  instead. the grin on his face is infuriatingly smug, pearly canines flashing. hypocrite.        “    so, speedy — you think i'm pretty?    ”

[inkdevourer]

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Bare toes dig into the mat but he is torn between locking that knee in or staying loose. Knowing Dick, staying loose was the better option because he had this annoying habit of bending his body in ways that should not be possible. Roy had learned how to counter a few during their years together in Titans, but hell did he love the surprises. The open smile on that face signaling he was enjoying himself never the less with Dick in a submissive position. "Yeah, you should take your own advice." he teased, that breath hot from the blood rushing through his veins at their sparring workout. Roy saw it, the moment that sparkle of an idea hit. Thank god he did not lock his knee because the movement was fast, his body played well to have it stumble and control shifted. An 'oof' heard as the archer is pinned now, that pretty face inches from his own with such pride in it. "Dick." While a name, Roy said it in the tone of an insult. A chuckle coming out of his throat seconds after, one hand rose, patting Richard's cheek playfully. "Fishing for compliments? That's cute." Roy had one option left and he was not afriad to use it. The other hand moved down low, searching along the hip for that spot in particular. "You know damn well half of Bludhaven thinks you are." Fingers attempted to pinch and tickle Richard's side. Dirty move, not one a criminal would use.

[inkdevourer]

I am attempting to make better graphics in photoshop and such now but... LIN LIE has their own side blog now!

[inkdevourer]

The thing about Thad feeling comfortable around someone meant that he was more prone to acting on impulse. There was no rhyme or reason as to why, just a silent, spur of the moment urge he couldn't ignore. And this was one of them as he came up behind where Jason was sat on the couch and snaked his arms around the larger man's shoulders. "What are you up to?" Thad murmured out the question as he nuzzled his head against the back of Jason's own, his lips brushing against the back of his neck in that moment, before turning into the press of a kiss and then another against that same skin as he listened to him. But as Jason spoke, Thad shifts a bit behind him, a mischievous smirk sliding onto his lips before he finally opens his mouth. There's only a brush of warm breath to warn Jason of what's about to happen, but by then it's already too late as Thad bites down upon the exposed skin of Jason's neck. The bite itself neither too hard nor too light, but insistent in leaving a mark and hopefully getting a reaction out of the other. ✖ ☠ ✖

Sometimes sitting on the floor helped keep him present. The small aches were ignored for the most part, his slightly hunched frame leaning so he could check on the download of the USB. Secret files already unlocked but going into a location he could view each one privately. Next course of the mission to be planned out shortly after. Those sea green eyes looked to the side as he felt @dementedspeedster approach, the weight of that leaner speedster as he pressed against his back. A grunt given before he responded with words. "Busting all the locks off these files, aggressively. For an upcoming-" a groan was given at the bite that disrupted that sentence only for a second. "-mission." Jason was not sure why it turned him on so fast. Maybe because that scarred tissue did not receive this kind of affection or attention when most avoided it. To be blunt, Jason did not let just anyone put their mouth around him, move so in this vulnerable position. "Is this horny or bored?" Despite how good it felt, instincts were always a knee jerk. Reaching behind himself with both arms, he tried to maneuver Thad from his back to his lap. The momentum was not on his side, but those muscles worked for it the speedster could phase out.

[akaanmo]

Robin

[inkdevourer]

@robin5tein

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[inkdevourer]

@stolenparticles

[stolenparticlesarch]

tell me this

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