#inkdevourer

[tanogenondrawing]

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

[fartemis-crock]

"Don't worry, you can take it. Good girls take everything they're given." *Roy [throuple verse]

this is so unbelievably fucking cursed@inkdevourer

good girls take what they're given.

she's a good girl. she can be a good girl for him.

the thought makes her shutter. makes her whine and roll her hips against nothing. desperate to show roy that she was a good girl. she's his good girl.

it didn't matter that her thighs quaking;; trembling as she forced herself to spread her legs wider for him. ---she's nodding. tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as artemis fought the urge to flinch away from his touch. the overstimulation of a fourth orgasm still lingering in her nerves as he finally brushed the head of his cock against her clit.

he's teasing her--- coaxing pathetic whines out of artemis as her hips stutter against him.

it makes her want to babble--- want to beg him for his cock. and, gods--- how she'd be such a good fucking girl for him if he just kept making her feel good. but she can't;; she's too focused on the sensations provided. too focused on the way the ache felt once roy was fully seated inside of her.

it doesn't take much for another orgasm to hit her--- making her sob and clutch roys shoulders as he refused to relent.

good girls take what they're given.

[fatehunted]

➳ — continued. @inkdevourer / wally west.

She nearly cries out at the sound of the low rumble of Wally's voice. But Artemis remains still, the communicator slightly trembling in her hands. Her breath is shaky when her name falls from his lips with a familiarity she has become a stranger too, because she has not been Artemis. Not for a while.

She has been Tigress, unnamed and unknown woman who so happened to have killer instinct and was great with a blade. The only time she knows of her real name, her real face, is when she stares in the broken mirror, wishing for life as it once was and pleading with whatever gods that will answer her prayer to let her make it out of this alive. She wants to see her mom, her friends, Oliver and Dinah.

All of that she had taken for granted and had easily set aside when Dick called.

❝ You answered, ❞ Artemis sighs out and she cannot help but clutch the communicator against her hands. It is so cold, everything grey and metal, but Wally has always radiated warmth. Joy and a positivie outlook on life despite all of the darkness any of them could succumb to. And she is dangerously close this time.

She swipes at her eyes as they begin to sting and she huddles into the corner all the more. She needs to protect these moments, these glimpses into her old life. She knows well that anyone could be listening, waiting for her to slip up and expose her. And then, she'd never make it back to any of them.

It has become part of her routine to scour her cabin and weaponry. To spend two hours before she is scheduled to meet Kaldur for anything that could keep her from completing her mission. Except maybe it's just she, the one who yearns for everything Artemis had once had, that stops her.

❝ Thank you. ❞ The words fall before she realises what it is she says, and her body continues to shake. Something she has been holding onto for months and only those she loves dearly can comprehend. She mirrors his movements without realising, lifting the communicator to rest against her forehead so that his voice feels like a whisper right beside her.

❝ Are you... ❞ Artemis trails off. ❝ Are you okay? ❞

[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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[arobinwithoutbatman]

@inkdevourer from [x]

"Research and testing so now I can bring things along with me, they survived just fine." He replied with a shrug as he held out the little bag of sticks so his other could take one.

Still warm too. With herbs mixed into the bread crumb outerlayer.

Tim smiled back at his older self. He found it odd that so many versions of himself went through the same milestones and came out of it an entirely different vigilante with a new look and a new name. He looked different too this time. All black with some lighter detailing around the joints and plates, dark green sections along his hood and cape, the Robin R also in green and outlined in proud silver. A quiet but obvious homage to the man who had mentored him, part of a matching set with his siblings.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" He asked. "What was it like to totally change your vigilante identity? How did you know it was time?"

Slow. Unsure. Steadily finishing off his treat, avoiding his doppleganger's gaze as his free hand tapped on the concrete edge of the roof.

[thegirlwondcr]

continued from x @inkdevourer

Emma smiled at his response. She was in fact, very proud, of this. “Thanks! I don’t know if I could say the same for everyone in my class.” That’s where her mind was at currently. She’s heard of a big party happening tonight, that she was not invited to. Not like she would have gone if invited, but still she would have appreciated the offer.

“I don’t know about the other Robins.” She initially said with a small shrug but then thought about it further. “Well…maybe one of them…I’m pretty sure they drink and stuff ‘cause they’re adults now.” Now she was trying to recall what exactly each of the former Robins did and didn’t do. “Not while being Robin though—I think.” She’s pretty sure she has heard some story from Bruce about catching at least one of them drink, but Emma did not pay much attention to that talk.

[dementedspeedster]

What is your headcanon for the relationship between Wally and Thad in the past and present for when you play with fellow mutuals who write Wallace West?

Accepting || For the sake of character development, feel free to ask me anything you would like to know or are unsure of about my muse. @inkdevourer

//No matter what version of Wally that Thad is dealing with, Thad will be hostile, antagonistic, and will distrust Wally at first because of the experiences Thad has had with him in canon. Specifically, it's because of how Wally stole his speed to point he could no longer move, puts him up on display in the Flash Museum and forces him to stare at a statue of Bart for the rest of time (that's the plan at least but Thad does later escape.) Wally does this to him because Thad killed his cousin Bart (who was the Flash at the time), so Wally had a reason, but it was definitely crossing a line with regard to punishing a villain.

Thad will never get over this fact. It was torture to him, he considers what Wally did to him to be torture, so that's part of why he's hostile and antagonistic towards him. They clearly have bad blood because Thad killed Bart.

Though while Thad is hostile/antagonistic/distrustful towards Wally if he shows him civility Thad will play along and be civil as well. That's a basic rule with Thad's behavior. If someone shows him civility he'll show it back, so there are opportunities for interactions where he's not always hostile toward Wally. Another exception to his hostility is if that's not canon for the Wally I'm writing with. Thad's not going to hold what happened to him against other Wallys where that isn't their canon, but he'll still be a little wary/cautious around different versions of Wally until proven otherwise.

Also obviously interactions will differ between Wallys and relationships will develop differently so there will always be a possibility for Thad's hostility to wane over time or maybe there the possibility for things to get worse between them just depending on how things go in RPs and interactions!

Anyway that's pretty much it when it comes to Thad's relationship with Wally. I hope that helps and if you have anymore questions or if there's something I didn't get to here that you'd like more info on, please feel free to ask.

[blckfckinmsk]

[PULL] for sender to randomly grab receiver's wrist and pull them into their lap in a public space. [ *from Leslie aka Livewire* ]

He's walking past to sit at her side at club, but he feels wrist being grabbed and his body seems to naturally gravitate into her lap. A blush quickly comes to cheeks as he thinks about how they must appear to on lookers, but there's also a thrill in that. It's not like Roman cared about what others thought.

"Well, hello to you too--" Teased as he sinks further into her lap, his hips giving a little needy roll because he just can't help himself, part of him wanting to get a little shock from her for it.

[iobartach]

@inkdevourer [roy] asked; i'm willing to go on a little faith here.

A little was more than enough. Shock, he'd take a crumb of trust if that's what was on offer, especially given the manner in which he'd been found. Perched above the curb, Miguel cut a stark figure, all navy-blue as a hand held onto an acquired prize. Claws dug into the crumpled lapels of an unconscious thug, now propped unceremoniously against a fire hydrant like forgotten trash.

"And I suppose this is the part where I'm meant to thank you for that, right?" Handing out praise, because some unknown stranger had chosen to use their words, rather than react in a more physical manner. All the same, quick to move on, attention is soon drawn to his opposite hand, which is lifted a fraction as he tilts his wrist, showing off a small container.

"Been looking for the distributor of this." A bright coloured concoction that, unbeknownst to most, shouldn't belong in this reality. It was a clear, if worrying sign that the anomaly he was trying to track down had plenty of time to establish themselves, making the task of extraction and, eventually capture, all the more difficult for the Society's leader. "Do you recognise it?"

[violetquiver]

[ 📲 sms: ]  i'm into curves.

My favorite is the trickshot you attempted last night and broke the arrow on a street lamp.

* Roy Harper

send something! ( @inkdevourer )

If there was one person that could make Clint forget about his coffee for a few seconds it was Roy, and as he padded around his kitchen he grins to himself, reading the text over and over a bit, the memories of their night together coming back to full focus before he allows himself to thumb out a reply.

( sms // bullseye of an ass ) you're missing out, i'm a full body blusher, i'm pink as can be right now. might not have been the most epic of trickshots, but i had the heart! ( sms // bullseye of an ass ) i liked when you hung upside down like a bat and posed, not even when you knocked your arrow, i was half attempted to poke at your tummy when your shirt rode down. ( sms // bullseye of an ass ) luckily for you i have grown as a person and have moved beyond juvenile fooling around, even if you bring out a certain side of me that wants to thelma & louise with you across the country.

His smile doesn't falter, but an unsettling feeling pools in his gut, and while Clint should acknowledge what it was, he washes it away with a sip of coffee and another text.

( sms / bullseye of an ass ) how about next time i come visit you? star city sounds like it could use another hot archer to mosey about and admittedly i have good days when you're around, buddy.

[fartemis-crock]

[ OVERSTIMULATED ]:  sender  repeatedly  making  receiver  orgasm.

* Roy Harper 😏

sinday nonsense @inkdevourer

bastard.

she trusts him. it's stupid, really. the realization dawned on her as hs shifts their positions yet again. it's a thought that's easily brushed away.

legs spread a little wider to straddle him, keeping roy inside of her as they move. now chest to chest;; arms hook loosely around his shoulders. using that bit of leverage to keep herself upright--- even as he thrusts up into her, driving her towards a fifth orgasm.

she's grateful that he isn't talking her through it--- that, for once, the only sound that filled the room was flesh slapping against flesh. her whines muffled by the skin of his left shoulder;; which she had collapsed on once roy had gripped her hips and began thrusting with the clear intent of making her cum, yet again.

her own movements are, unsurprisingly, desperate. legs shaking, hips pinned against under strong hands. the best she can do is pulse against him--- grinding her clit against his lower abdomen every time it shifted along her.

it doesn't take long for her to hit her peak, yet again. a sharp cry escapes her. pulsing, pushing him away out of instinct as artemis made a mess between them. barely able to process the words roy had begun to mutter against her neck as he slowed his own movements. pulling her flush against him;; allowing artemis a moment to catch her breath as she hits a peak so hard that it would have pushed him out of her had they not been in this position.

nails bite into roy's shoulders, holding herself against him as he allowed her a moment to breathe--- before those hips started to push up into hit yet again.

[fatehunted]

What’s the worst thing about the fandom?

meme || accepting!

It's hard to say what the worst thing about this fandom is. I've never really had a bad experience with the Young Justice fandom. I have a couple of gripes, of course, but nothing huge.

I guess it's mainly how small the YJ fandom is? Like I'd love to see it grow more. Not many people know about this version of Artemis so that leaves me a little limited. But it's been nice to expand my horizons! The show is my favourite, definitely, and it deserves more love but it's not for everyone. And how Yellowjackets has taken the 'yj rp' tag, lmao.

My biggest gripe currently with the DC RPC is the character blogs? I don't even know how to explain it. They are run as though the character is running the blog. It's cool in theory, but I just wish they had their own tags.

[arobinwithoutbatman]

@inkdevourer continued from [x]

Tim laughed; Dick's new work load couldn't be helped but he was glad his oldest brother was getting a taste of his own medicine with being forced to socialise again. He leaned slightly into the hair ruffle, preening just a little under the attention and sympathy. He liked Dick's friends; the original Titans were so cool! One of these days, he would actually reach out to Raven and ask if he could test out his project on her to help her track her abilities.

"Literature." He said with a grimace. "I hate it. I know the point is to learn how to make an defend your argument with evidence but a lot of symbolism just goes over my head." The grimace flickered into the typical cheeky Robin grin. "It drives Jason nuts."

The offer to join them was unexpected and super appreciated, smile now blinding. "Thanks but rain check? I'm actually hanging out with Bart tonight."

Don't look into the slight blush on his cheeks. Don't think about it too hard, Wally. Please don't question the fact that him and Bart are hanging out without the rest of Young Justice. Has Bart even mentioned to Wally that they're...

...probably not.

[bluebeadle]

﹝ INCOMING TRANSMISSION.  SOURCE  .  .  .  @inkdevourer  =  TIMOTHY DRAKE . . . MESSAGE  RETRIEVED: A rough kiss

Hitting the mat was nothing new for Jaime. Having such an advanced fighter in comparison to himself meant that he was bound to get put on his ass more often than not. Part of the learning process he'd already accepted. This time, however, he had no plans on going down himself. While his center of gravity had been thrown off already and he was destined to fall again, he managed to get a good hold on Tim and flip him as he went down. Then he scrambled to get on top.

Pinning Tim's wrists, he let out a loud HA! in victory, laughing as he let the other male go. Sitting up on his knees. ❛❛ About time I got you, ❜❜ he sighed. Though he knew that his instructor was just being nice about this win. Bet there were at least three ways that Tim could take over from this position. ❛❛ What? No "good job"? ❜❜

There was an unreadable expression on Tim's face. Those were the ones that frustrated Jaime the most when he couldn't quite tell what the other was thinking. He felt Tim's legs lock him in place, and before he could question anything, a hand had grabbed him by the shirt, dragging him down into a kiss. His eyes widened, but he settled in without a fight, smiling even when Tim's arm slipped around the back of his neck.

Guess they were the sort of friends who kissed now?

[therebetterbepie]

"Since when did hair color matter? Did you run out of ideas? One shy of a blackout, you gonna to hold it against me?"

* Roy Harper

--- "what, you jealous that i got a thing for brunettes? or you just pouting because you didn't get the blackout? kiddin', roy-o. besides, ain't like it's a deal breaker ya know. it's just brunettes are my usual type. so i guess i won't hold it against you. i'll give you the honorary blackout."

@inkdevourer

[dementedspeedster]

Do they enjoy Pride month , or think it's a bit much?

Accepting || Pride Headcanon Questions

//Thad enjoys Pride, seeing people be themselves, proud and unabashed in their identities, and out there. He also enjoys it especially seeing it from the perspective of the century, but he doesn't go out and celebrate much unless he's with his friends.