#devapsimon

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Psimon/Devastation shippers!!! Onslaught enjoyers!!! I hope y’all are still alive out there, have this.

[lazypanartist]

@cherry-aqua-blossom here's something w/ the idea you gave me over on insta!!

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Third Wheeling HCs

Psidev Date ft. Icicle Jr

Set during Season 2 just because Teen Cam is Fun™

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I made this post about Devapsimon dates, but what happens when they have a third wheel?

Cameron wasn't exactly thrilled to have babysitters

And the couple just wanted some alone time

But Queen Bee and Luthor figured that it was an appropriate punishment for a failed mission

A nice, funded date in a private room, away from prying eyes

Except for those of their comrade

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Dinner was SILENT

Psimon and Devastation spent the whole hour or so glancing at one another, talking telepathically

And Cameron figured it'd be rude to interrupt

Not even being snide like he would've under any normal circumstances

The whole babysitting thing knocked him down a few pegs

And he'd rather not have his ass kicked by Devastation, thank YOU

Only sounds were their hurried orders and a few coughs as Cam semi-tried to break the silence

Eventually they all made it back to base, intact

Promises were made to not fail anymore missions (for fear of embarrassment, on Cameron's part)

Promises were broken

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After the first few times, dinner became more tolerable

There were discussions about what could have gone better during the mission

And a few jabs about the "poor, overworked cousins" having to babysit, on date night, after a trash day

Cameron laments that they could be having double dates, if Tuppence ever agreed to go out with him

Psimon assures him that the Twins are having a punishment of their own

(Turns out they get separated and sent to kidnap teens away from each other 🥲)

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i luv ur work, can I see a smal snippet of any fanfic ur working on👉👈 here’s a treat as payment🧁

AWWWW THANK YOU SM! I've posted so little work, I didn't expect anyone would care too much for my work, art or fanfic, as opposed to just like, my affinity for providing content for obscure characters and ships. <3 You are SO sweet, I'm crying TvT I'd love to share, it'd be an honor, treat or no treat as payment! Thank you for the treat tho XD

Okay, so, context: I've been in fandomless hell for a few months now. I can rely on the fact that I'll be bouncing back to and around the DC fandom every few months, but I'm absolutely directionless rn. The last thing I got working on is yet another Young Justice, Psimon/Devastation fic as always. I DO intend to write something else eventually, but I love Devapsimon <3

A friend requested this one RIGHT before I fell out of the YJ fandom into this period of nothingness. Now...you see...they don't watch YJ, they dislike superhero cartoons. They do know I love YJ tho.

I...don't...like...Omegaverse...BUT YOU SEE, MY FRIEND uh...got pretty big into it...in the Normalest way they could...If you don't know what it is, don't Google it.

My good, dear friend...requested of me...that the third fic I ever write...be a lil Psimon/Devastation Omegaverse fic for them and they PROMISE they'll pay me...somehow...presumably with a fic they'll write bc I KNOW they don't have money. SO FOR LIKE, three months, between fandomless hell, writing what I don't know, and KEEPING THIS THING PG-14...I've been writing that!

Maybe I'll convert it into a sickfic before posting it to Ao3! Bc I am so unsure about writing omegaverse and my abilities doing so. AND IT IS PRETTY MUCH A SICKFIC, I'm taking a very mild-hurt/comfort, mostly nesting, sickfic approach with it! I hope it's still enjoyable despite my long breaks writing it. I have to do some serious editing but rn I'm just trying to get it done! Wish me luck!

So uh

WIP Devapsimon Fic Snippet!

CW: uh, nothing really! There's not even much Omegaverse mention in this part...um...I don't know how to format a fic on Tumblr...there's an abundance of description of RV bunk beds...I can't find a good place to cut off the snippet...THIS IS ALSO VERY LONG FOR A SNIPPET, but this is my longest fic yet.... so uh...long preview! As a treat!

“D…Devastation?” He whispered hesitantly, torn between announcing his presence and not disturbing her rest.

Upon getting no response tried to gently, quietly push past the curtains but the metal curtain rings slowly drug against the metal bar making a screech that resounded in his ears and made him wince. 

He peered into the bunk section. It was darker than the rest of the RV, it took a minute for his eyes to adjust. 

It was honestly shocking how everyone could fit in here, it was a cramped ‘room’. If Baran or Tommy were to walk down the room, both of their shoulders would rub against the bunks lining either wall. Thankfully, the bunks themselves were of a decent size. 

They were built into the wall, like a shelf or cubby. They could hold a thin twin XL size ‘mattress’...well…really more so a foam pad than a mattress. However, the bottom bunk cubbies were decently tall, the larger Onslaught members still can’t really fit lying on their backs or sitting up, but they could fit just fine lying on their sides.

There were exactly six bunks, two on each side of the three-walled room. Additionally, hanging in the middle of the walkway between the two top bunks on the left and the right of the room, was a hammock. Cameron generously set it up when they got the Terror Twins on the team and claimed it for himself. He claims it was to win Tuppence’s favor but Psimon is almost certain it was just regular generosity and self-sacrifice. 

Each bunk had different privacy curtains shielding the inside of the bunks; some decorative, some blackout, some sheer; but a few were left open. 

One such bunk had its curtains open. Thankfully, it was the one with the only small window in the room, on the wall inside the top bunk across from the entrance. It didn’t provide much light, especially since the dusty blinds as well as small curtains on it were drawn. 

There were also string lights lining the room, courtesy of Selinda, to provide a gentle light but they were left off during the day. 

It was relatively clear whose bed was whose. Everyone had a relatively distinct sense of style, or lack thereof. 

Selinda’s was a simple bed with everything in some shade of black and purple. Tuppences lined her walls and ceiling with decor like photos, stickers, and posters. The other mens’ bunks generally looked like the beds had been abandoned for eight years, but Tommy decorated his similarly to Tuppence’s, only simpler; Mammoth’s bed had a king-sized comforter shoved in there and the walls were scratched up; and Cameron’s...well, he had a hammock.

Psimon’s bunk was by far the most organized one but it doesn’t stand out. All neutral colors, made up neatly. He had two pillows, but only really used one. He, like a few others, had small organizers hanging on the walls. He never had many personal, sentimental items to bring on these missions, so he mostly kept business related papers, pens, a tablet for work, and the like up there.

Each set of twins shared the bunks on two walls and Cameron...had a hammock…so Devastation slept in the bunk under Psimon’s.

Her bed was also simple and mostly neutral tones, but messier…usually. She had two or three more blankets and pillows than usual, all strewn about, along with a couple clothing items. It was notably more crowded.

Psimon had no idea how Devastation would be comfortable in that mess, and perhaps she wasn’t, because she wasn’t even in her bed. 

She sat on the filthy, old carpeted floor next to her bed, leaning halfway into the bunk, her face buried in her arms. 

“Devastation!” Psimon gasped, dropping to his knees next to her, nearly dropping the bowl in the process. He set it on the floor next to him, placing a hand on her back and the other on an arm.

Her hair was taken down but not brushed, left messy and tangled. She had also changed into her nightwear, striped shorts and a sleeveless top. They seemed to have been a lavender-type color, but they’ve lightened and grayed out over time, as well as developed a couple of small holes in seams here and there. 

“Oh, Devastation…” Psimon, voice quiet and full of concern, never finished his sentence.

He struggled to pull Devastation upright by her shoulders, pulling her to rest against him so he could see her face. Once he managed it, her weight nearly knocked him back onto the floor but she seemed to regain enough awareness to somewhat support her own weight and not throw it all on him at once.

Her eyes were glazed and distant when they fluttered open. She furrowed her brow and her eyes slowly moved to look at Psimon, in an attempt to figure out what was happening but before she could, he laid his hand over her face. 

He kept moving his hand around her face, to both of her cheeks and to her forehead as if they’d yield different results, but the results were clear. Devastation’s skin was impossibly hot, hotter than before, even in the short time that had passed. It was wet with sweat and flushed all over from her own body temperature. 

Her glassy eyes finally found Psimon’s face, despite his hand’s frantic search for a more reassuring result. Her mouth hung open slightly, as if to speak, but she only took in short, ragged breaths. 

“Oh…Oh Devastation…”

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Dawg I just got the most diabolical idea that I shared about 2 years ago but imma share it here

Psimon fears hospitals. But Dev ends up in the hospital after a mission so he had to tough it out while simulatiously not have a mental breakdown and Onsalught is just so fucking concerned—-

(just sharing an angsty idea so you can suffer alongside me :3)

NOOOOOO I CANT DO ANGST Well I can but…okay, you see, I don’t read angst but I’ll write angst. That’s my relationship with angst.

That is sick and twisted though. And also romantic. But like! Poor Devastation! Poor Psimon! D: I strangely love hospitals but nearly everyone else in my family has medical phobias and like, that stuff is REAL. And have of them don’t even have an experience that made them afraid, but Psimon???? Oh no. Like…

Trudging through the cold, white lights. Through the sterile bleach and pine-cleaner smell that just reminds his disease and death now. Through the all too familiar, almost mocking noises of the hospital machinery that drove him insane all those years JUST TO BE BY DEVASTATION’S SIDE WAHH I CANT DO THIS whatever, whatever, something like that, they’re great. They’re in love. They’re evil. That’s all that matters.

Psimon doing everything he can to take care of Devastation, leaving nothing for the rest of Onslaught to do. But that’s okay bc the rest of Onslaught can just take care of Psimon. They’re gonna have to, he’s going to overextend himself and the hospital is going to Get To Him. 😔

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Okay so like…they’re already kind of babysitting a bunch of teenagers but like…consider, stay with me…actual baby?

[businesscasualart]

I got to come back to doodles and make them fuller, cleaner drawings more often.

[lazypanartist]

NAH CAUSE THAT IDEA OF A PUNISHMENT IS SO FUNNY TO ME—like the others just got sent away to do missions but Queen Bee was just like “y’know what, y’all have to watch over Cam on your date night”

Like instead of execution or getting fired, no, you have to take this mans with you to Chillis—

Not just Chilli's babe! This is the Light! They're not skimping out. There's a whole room, if not restaurant, reserved for their date nights. Full wine menu, desserts, whatever.

Queen Bee knows these are her best workers. Replacing them would be more trouble than anything, so they just need some motivation to do better next time, right?

Even if it doesn't work, they're still cool working w/ her and don't want to try staging a coup. It works out for the Light in the end (even if Devastation and Cameron complain about the third-wheeling dates for a week after.)

[lazypanartist]

Do you have any Psidev headcanons?

Sure!

Devapsimon Hcs (General)

Notes: sorry for taking forever, this has been sitting in my drafts for AGES

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Neither is super big on PDA, but if it happens, it's started by Devastation

She instigates most things in the relationship, actually

Dates, kisses, cuddles

It's not that Psimon loves her less.. he just voices his needs non-verbally

Half the time, good luck kisses before missions are started because Psimon asks for them over the mind link

They both love grossing their teammates out with PDA

Especially Cameron

He's a Child™, and they take no pity on him for their actions

He's probably seen worse, ngl

Devastation's favorite battle plan?

Carrying Psimon the whole time

She could totally just. Plow through the enemy, taking hits while Psimon works from her arms

Neither of them are big on dates

Mostly because they're wanted criminals 🙄

Oh well

'Dates' typically consist of just staying in with takeout and watching movies

Psimon always falls asleep on Deva 💕