#YJ! devastation

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Sorry to spam you I’m so sorry but listen listen Psimon catching one of Onslaught vaping 💀💀💀——

Hey, this doesn’t even qualify as spamming to me but don’t EVER worry about spamming me! I’ve had so many notifications (well…okay…I went from no notifications to a couple everyday) and I feel so loved and it’s so fun talking to y’all and just DONT SWEAT IT! Okay? <333 I love this. The only distress I received is worrying I’ll miss or forget about one.

okay okay the actual ask now, that is SO funny to me. Hm.

idk if Psimon would intervene in the earlier years of Onslaught. I think he’d be noticeably irked but consider it not his place. But as the years go by, I can absolutely see him walking past an Onslaught member who thinks they’re being sneaky vaping off to the side until Psimon uses his telekinesis to yank the vape out of their hands and chuck it into the horizon without paying them a second glance. He’d tick any vaping members of Onslaught off so much but what can they do?

Trying to think of who’d get upset in his place earlier on and like, I think Shimmer? Idk if there’s a canon answer to if she speaks or not and I’m pretty undecided, maybe she speaks a little? She’d be the one to go up to them and be all “You know that’s addictive, right?” “You know addiction kills, right?” “Don’t be making me breathe that stuff in secondhand.” Etc. But even if she can’t speak, if looks could kill, I’m sure we can agree her body count would be doubled. She’d get her point across somehow.

Now, with Devastation, I don’t even think she knows what vaping is. Like…in the beginning of the show, she’s One (1) year old and she seems to be spending most of that time in prison. The most insane prison in the world I may add. She’s probably seen some crazy stuff, some crazy stereotypes, probably eye witnessed people cooking up drugs in the prison toilets and doing substances off of each other’s bodies and whatnot but like…she sees a teeny tiny lil vape pen? I don’t think it’s gonna click immediately. She’d walk up to a vaping Onslaught member and ask them “What’s that? OuO” and they just gotta stand there like a preteen caught doing something dubious on the internet but they’re parents aren’t internet savvy so they gotta gamble if they wanna explain it or try and pass it off as something that won’t get them in trouble. They are dead meat if she finds out they lied to her tho.

Tuppence and Mammoth I feel are on the same page. Maybe Tommy too? They don’t like it but don’t do much to stop it unless it’s made their problem. They huff and roll their eyes and look all annoyed but they don’t do much about it.

Now Icicle, and maybe Tommy, make think it’s pretty rad in a “hehe rebellion >:)” kinda way…however…everyone I think could competently vape has passed, been marked off as being against vaping, whatever. Cameron and Tommy would stand there coughing and stuff, I wouldn’t put it too far beyond them to accidentally swallow the dang pen, idk what they’re doing, they’re just on some knucklehead behavior. .

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aheem…Psimon doesn’t like vaping but I think he’d have a particular disdain for the ones that are all flavored, masking the original bad smell and taste, bc it reminds him of the way hospitals smell, with the pinesol and bleach trying to desperately hide the scent of death and sickness. Okay bye-

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hear me out HEAR ME OUT ONSLAUGHT AT MCDONALDS BUT THE YOUNGER MEMBERS ARE IN THE PLAYPLACE AND THEYRE TRYNA GET PSIMONS ATTENTION FROM THE WINDOW——-

PFFT I USED TO DO THAT! YESSSS Psimon tries to avoid eye contact, bc he knows his attention will just encourage them, and maybe Shimmer and/or Tuppence stop and try and tell everyone else to stop, like the one kid going "stoppp, you're going to get us into trouble!''...but most do Not stop. They get louder and louder. They break the window. A few kids get trampled. People get real mad but they go to complain to the guardians but it's like...an 11ft buff woman and a pale, hooded scrawny man with something wrong with his face. Kind of intimidating, as you can imagine. Psimon gets too mad with them and just ends up glowering in silence the whole way "home". Devastation kinda has to pick up the slack and yells at the gang, but hurts a couple of feelings and feels bad about it so she has to stumble through an apology later.

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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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Man, I got too many clips of Onslaught in my camera roll. You know it’s bad when your phone won’t let you open your dang camera, email, glitches you delete stuff, crashes your browsers (tho that may have to do with the 1849 tabs but I digress)

I would delete them but also you just can’t find Young Justice clips anywhere. I’m assuming they got a legal team of assassins back there-

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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?

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Happy New Year, y’all. Have some 2024 Devapsimon!

Anyway I’m gonna go Drop DEAD, I cannot keep drawing people in love, I’ll die, I get too flustered. I showed this to my friends and they insisted it was porn and like ITS NOT! It’s just loving and tender and cut off high up. But the urge to sensor it bc I’m flustered and embarrassed is awful powerful I gotta say. So flustered it may as well be, SMH!! I can’t look directly at it so I apologize if the quality has managed to drop, I can’t perceive rn I’m in public-

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

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