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[tanogenondrawing]

Who's laughing now?! (Made in 2022)

[yoursdndispatcher]

two scarred up muses licking each other's scars. Who's with me??

[dementedspeedster]

Shipping Aesthetics - Jason/Thad Moodboard

@dreadofred / @inkdevourer || V: Be My Waste of Time

For these two time comes to mind a lot. In what they do together, how they spend and pass the time together, what they fear—wasting time and being a waste of time, and how far they've come since they first met and were at each other's throats. With this moodboard I wanted to reflect on that and the evolution of their relationship on this blog.

[lazaruspitreborn]

"If you want me on my knees, just say so. You don’t have to disarm me first." ➣ Roy Harper

@inkdevourer

"Roy, we both know this is foreplay for you." And it was Roy who started by being a pest and teasing him while Jason tried to be a functional adult for a couple of hours. "And it's not like you don't have a preference for being right there." That was a reference to Roy's apparent oral obsession, his fingers or his cock, the archer simply had a certain type of predilection for having those in his mouth in some way.

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

@inkdevourer liked this for a starter

Yelena noticed him the moment she stepped into the space — not because he was obvious, but because he was doing the opposite. Leaning back, pretending at ease, eyes tracking exits and sightlines like muscle memory he hadn’t bothered unlearning. Former archer. Former addict. Current question mark. She chewed thoughtfully, gaze flicking over him with open appraisal.

“You are doing the thing,” Yelena said mildly, brushing crumbs from her fingers. “Where you tell yourself you are relaxed, but your shoulders are already preparing for disappointment.” She finally met his eyes, head tilting just a fraction. “It is very American. Very you.”

A small, crooked smile — not unkind, just honest. “So,” she added, “are you following me… or did fate decide today would be funny?”

[supraxstcllas]

@inkdevourer | Jaime has be hacked!

it always surprises her when super heroes show up in Dorado, usually trying to push their 'love everyone' bullshit, especially after the Omnic Crisis. whole lotta help that was, where were they when she lost her family to those tin cans and needed their help? nowhere.

she didn't trust them as far as she could throw them, though some of them were fun to mess with. especially those with tech on them.

so when she saw this guy flying around trying to stop her fellow Muertos from the heist they'd been planning for a month, she knew she had to fuck with them. with a flick of her fingers, she brought up her terminals, violet holographic screens pinpointing the so called hero to pinpoint weaknesses in that blue and black armor.

" Oye! Cucaracha muerta! " she called as she lobbed a virus at the guy when he flew down low, hopefully scrambling his system's controls, " You're in the wrong place for heroics, niño, this is Los Muertos' turf! "

[arrowsforbrains]

“ I don’t want to be alone tonight. “

* Wallace West

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Out of all the people that could speak this particular suggestive phrase, Wally was not even remotely at the top of the list. It came of no surprise that there was a beat of silence between the two, the words hanging in the air and their weight heavy in the crowded space of the bar they were currently sitting at.

Roy stared at the speedster for a moment. He heard this sentence spoken to him by several fleeting lovers, encounters of the night that wanted to fill the lonliness as equally as he wanted to fill his own. He never considered Wally to be as lonely, or as needy, or even... Interested. Maybe that was what had taken the archer by surprise the most.

He took another silent sip from his alcohol free beer, eyeing the man who refused to meet his gaze. Something about that conflicted expression told him there was more behind that quietly pleading request. Or, perhaps, it was just Roy's own curiosity that begged to see where this goes.

Finishing his beer, Roy turned to put the empty bottle down on the counter. He sighed and reached a hand to rummage through the pocket of his jacket, putting his pay for the drink down on the wooden surface and signaling the bartender over to see they were paid for.

"Well, you're in luck." he started as he moved to get up, "Lian is spending the weekend with Ollie and Dinah and the house is empty." he mentioned as he took out the keys to his bike, eyes turning to look at the contemplative redhead at his side.

"You can come over to my place."

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[billyandhismultiples]

🔥 I want to write smut with you

Com-MUN-ication Meme || (always accepting) || @inkdevourer

HELLLLLL YEAH LETS DO ITTTTT

however you'd like to go about it, I'm totally game! if you wanna send an ask meme or I can always send one or we can just start HOWEVER, im good to go :)