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[mamawasatesttube]

11 timkon for the devotion ask 😁

11. “I’ve already died once. I would do it a thousand times over again to keep you safe.”

also prompted by @blueforget-me-not, @cas-and-their-refusal-to-write, and @chaoxfix !! (phew this one's popular!)

"Absolutely not."

"Tim—"

Tim whirls on him, glaring. "You," he hisses, jabbing one finger into the S-shield on Kon's chest, "are vulnerable to magic. That thing," and he points at the unnatural, glowing storm raging outside, "is full of insanely powerful magic that could fucking kill you. You're not fucking going."

Kon's jaw is set in that infuriatingly stubborn way of his; the glint in his eyes is nothing short of mulish. "Somebody has to get to the middle to stop that wizard freak. It's only gonna get worse if we don't do anything. And Cassie's already hurt. I'm going."

Not for the first time, Tim curses his own vulnerability. Curses that he's the best pilot among the four of them. Curses that the storm is raging too fiercely to just leave the plane on autopilot. Kon is determined to throw himself into harm's way, and Tim can't even come with him.

He turns back to the controls, glances at the anemometer; the wind is still rising. Ominous purple lightning crackles across the clouds all around them. The image of Kon flying down towards the sorcerer only to get struck from the sky by three hundred million volts of magic flashes through Tim's mind; it takes more self-control than he'd like to admit to not flinch.

"Cassie's hurt because she already tried confronting him directly, alone." At least his voice comes out steady, if a bit taut. "You think it'll go better if you do it instead?"

Another lightning strike shoots by, so close it nearly knocks the plane from the sky. As it is, everything outside goes bright white and the sensors scream; by the time Tim wrests the plane back under control, they've dropped five hundred feet, and he can see the churning, frothy waves down below.

Shit.

"At the very least, I can distract him while you find a place to land safely," Kon says, ever-so-graciously not rising to the bite in Tim's voice. "'Cuz you're talking a big game about me getting killed, but it looks to me like just trying to fly out here is probably gonna get you killed. And I mean, I've already died once. I'd do it a thousand times over again to keep you safe."

It would have been kinder if he just punched Tim in the gut.

For a moment, he can't breathe; panic and hurt and fury and terror all sweep through him in an excruciating rush, and his grip tightens on the throttle so hard it hurts.

"Really?" he hears himself say, lashing out in automatic self-defense. He hates this, hates fighting with Kon, hates what he's about to say because he knows it's cruel, but he can't stop himself in time as the words pour out. "You'd put me through the survivor's guilt and the grief and everything you know I went through once already, a thousand times over? Didn't know you had that kinda viciousness in you." He laughs humorlessly. "Kinda impressed, if I'm being honest."

For a moment, there's nothing but the sounds of beeping sensors and the howling wind. For a moment, Tim is terrified Kon has just vanished, thrown himself into the heart of the storm without another word—

But then warm, strong arms wrap around his shoulders and chest, and Kon's cheek presses against his hair, and Tim can breathe again. Kon is leaning over the back of his chair and just holding him, and Tim can breathe.

"That's not what I meant, and you know it, Rob," Kon murmurs. His breath against Tim's ear sends a shiver down his spine. "But I... you're right. I shouldn't have said... I mean, I... well, we can—we can talk about all that later. Right now, let's just..."

"Sorry." Tim takes one hand from the yoke to lay it over Kon's wrist, just for a moment. His heart is still thundering in his chest, a mirror of the storm outside; he doesn't need to ask to know whether Kon knows. "I didn't mean it. You're not—you're the kindest person I know."

"Tim." Kon holds him a little tighter. "It's okay, dude. Let's just focus on getting outta here for now, yeah?"

Getting out of here. Not confronting the sorcerer. Tim sucks in a breath. They do need to get Cassie some medical help, and some time to strategize can't hurt. Hopefully, he won't grow too powerful before they can double back and take him out.

"Okay," he says, and rubs his thumb over the pulse point in Kon's wrist before reluctantly dropping his hand back to the yoke. The wind outside buffets them relentlessly, despite even the formidable stabilizing tech built into the Batplane; he can't afford to keep his hands off it for too long.

Lightning flashes again. It's a little easier not to flinch.

"I'll run distraction outside," Kon says. "But I promise I won't confront him. Just get you a little breathing room to fly."

Anxiety spikes again in his chest, but Tim nods. He trusts Kon, and Kon is more than capable of playing a distraction while keeping a safe distance. "...Be careful."

Kon somehow, breathtakingly, manages to laugh despite it all. "C'mon, Rob, you know me. When am I not?"

He drops a quick kiss to the top of Tim's head, then vanishes before Tim has the chance to answer. Tim misses his warmth immediately.

It's fine. He'll hold Kon to that promise to talk later. For now, all that's left to do is to make it out of the storm.

50 Prompts About Devotion

[ace-up-your-sleeve]

Here’s my favorite DIY right now! Had a shit ton of fun figuring out how to paint with bleach. It’s got a mix of Etsy-bought and homemade patches

thhose r rlly cool!!! i love the eyes on the back!!! i feel like bleach is such an underutilized medium tbh. maybe im wrong abt that but i haven't seen it much in punk spaces online

[the-veil-offical]

ocs featured belong to @alchemiccolored, @dreamsofdeer, @moons-br, @thatmoththoth, @blueforget-me-not, and @elavihere

thank you to everyone who sent in their ocs for me to draw! this was a lot of fun, and I'd love to do it again sometime!

[rookflower]

If you’re still doing icons could you do a gay Barkface or an aro Longtail or Flintfang? :)

Decided to do both Barkface and Flintfang!

[dietraumerei]

blueforget-me-not replied to your post: 18 - Porcelain

God this is so cute I adore them ��

thank you!

[grailbot143]

Interesting that you guys all came back with the same answer. . . the only answer I don't like. . . but cool. At least, there's a universal answer.

Here's my issue with 'kid' or 'child'. . .

I don't even call my children 'child' or 'kid' when they are actually children. I have no issues calling SonBot son, but calling him 'my child' is. . . wrong somehow? Like, he's not a child, or a kid, or anything that can be described with a word that is used to "speak down" to someone.

But, sure. I'll try saying 'my child' when talking to strangers if they ask after I just use a name.

Or I'll come bug you guys again about it later.

[annphilippasillustrator]

“The Gentle Touch”

[mamawasatesttube]

HIII HIHHI TRICK OR TREAT‼️🗯️🤎

hiiii!!! heres one last snippet of halloweenfic!!!

A flare of warm protectiveness temporarily displaces the dread still pooled in his gut. Kon shifts closer, drapes his arm around Tim’s shoulders, and tucks him firmly into his side. “Wanna fill me in?” Tim is stiff as a board for a moment. He sinks into Kon’s hold slowly, chewing at his lower lip. “It’s…” He blows out a breath. “It’s fine. I’ve had this nightmare a thousand times already. What’s living through it once more gonna do to me?” Well, that doesn’t sound like a particularly great approach to whatever this is. “…Timothy.”

[mamawasatesttube]

Here’s my kittycat!!! Her name is Soweli!!! I found her under a building in the middle of the night out in the rain. She’s the friendliest and clingiest cat that has ever lived

oh she is soooo orange and so fluffy and she looks so soft and sweet awwww... please pass her my love 🥺🥺🥺