#volts says shit

[voltstone]

clementine.

what the fuck.

doNT MAKE THAT FACE AFTER YOU SAY THAT. GIRL.

[hauntingblue]

LUFFY!!!!!!!!! I HAVE BEEN CONVERTED!!!! LUFFY BELIEVER FULL TIME!!!!! LET US WORSHIP THE SUN!!!!

[hexados-on-a-string]

since the vexos were basically like celebrities to the vestals, i think that they would have had to put up with the vestal equivalent of stan twitter, and that idea is very funny to me

[persephoneflouwers]

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[jay8934]

I forgot to say about how in psychology the other day we were looking at this experiment where people would give a person life threatening shocks to others if they were told to do so by an authority figure and I was thinking noctem alliance thoughts

[maroronoa]

connecting the dots

zoro x f!heart pirate | wc: 464

sfw: pining, hidden feelings revealed, nami being nosy, zoro not knowing how to handle his feelings, language

The way Zoro looks at you as you talk to Law and his crew is far from obvious. It is painful to see he is in love with you, knowing that he does nothing about it especially. There is a connection between you two that makes him stronger. His love for you is the extra volt he didn’t know he needed. He knows his feelings for you, however, he didn’t know how you felt about him.

While you smile at Law and praise his swordsmanship from the recent battle, Zoro feels discomfort and envy. He was also at the battle, where was his praise?

Shit, what’s wrong with me? He acknowledges.

Being envious of another comrade receiving attention shocked him. It shouldn’t matter because it was over. Then again, he also questions why he wants to hear you admire his fighting skills.

“Talk to her, or else,” Nami warns. “I see that look in your eye. You’re worried.”

“No.” Zoro lies. As he sees Law give you a nod of approval when you show him your latest exert as the ship’s chronicler, he sighs. “Don’t you ever tell anyone about this.”

“My lips are sealed if you give me a measly amount of 100,000 berries.” Nami smiles. She notes him rolling his eyes as Law leans in and says something in your ear. The cheeky navigator snickers as Zoro clenches his fists, wishing he is in Law’s spot. “Now 200,000 berries because you are jealous. Your face says it all, Zoro.”

“Fuck you.” He grumbles.

“Mm, I think you’d rather fuck her instead,” Nami laughs. Zoro’s face redden as her words sunk in his brain.

“Okay, now shut the…” he yells, “Nami! Come back here!” Nami giggled like a schoolgirl as she playfully ran away.

“Oi, Zoro-ya,” Law calls out, “we did good out there.”

“Yes!” You agree. Zoro immediately turns around and looks at you, his heart beat increasing as you add, “you were amazing, Zoro!” The swordsman gives you a half smile and nods his head, accepting your recognition—your praise.

“Ah, Traffy, y’ready for a feast?” Luffy asks, his long legs stretching down from the Sunny’s crows nest.

The stoic surgeon reluctantly nods his head and motions for his crew to infiltrate the Sunny to join the Straw Hats’ celebration.

Zoro attends not only because of the victory over the enemy, but because of his personal victory with you: the praise. He is finally making his way to make you his woman, even for a couple weeks.

Closing his eyes, he imagines holding you in his arms, his dry lips kissing your skin, and other romantic affections he is sure will make your heart flutter.

After a swig of beer, he promises the next time you two talk, he’ll make his move.

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Protective Nightwing Part 2

Tim would like to say that he didn't realize it would become a thing ok. He knows technically he is manipulating his big brother but honestly he's tired and his fucks ran out three murder attempts ago.

Ra Al Ghul is annoying he's easy to outwit usually and most of the time he is more interested in a chest match than actually killing Tim.

Today he had four board meetings, and had to stop ten fucking muggings he's tired, he's overwhelmed and he is worried he might actually start crying. Which can't happen.

Well Detective what are you gonna do?

Now this is when he usually detonates the bombs and gets stabbed, but he's not the only Bat Dick is literally a block over chatting about his plans for the weekend. He's feeling a bit petty and he might want a hug which is between him and his fucking monster at this point.

He looks at Ra pushing as much menace and you fucked up into his eyes as he can before opening his mouth.

Dick it's Ra shit I'm gonna fall please. Tears flowing smirk in place.

Ra backs up fear in his eyes as Tim moves to the edge of the roof.

Dick comes in swinging Ra is dangling over the roof while Tim pretends he just pulled himself up.

He growls I'm gonna drop you don't fucking test me as he lights him up with over 10,000 volts.

Tim maybe should have the mentioned the sedative Ra had stuck him with. The last thing Tim saw before passing out was Dicks smirk as he dropped Ra over the building.

Tim wakes up cacooned in a soft hoodie and wrapped around Dick who is softly humming as his fingers ran through his hair. He slips back to a nightmare free sleep guarded by his Robin.

[uravitypng]

as a fellow denki lover, i would love to hear your interpretation of his kinks 🫶

ask and you shall receive♡ i will never not enjoy writing about denki(loml)♡

i know some people think he's a switch but he's not. <33 hard dom <33

dumbification- making you go dumb on his cock?? yeah!! people always underestimate him, calling him stupid, he's not and you know that more than anyone. but he does enjoy making you stupid though, thrusting into you hard and face, making your eyes glazed over with a vacant gaze on your face as you smile up at him dopey. "awe look at you babe. i've really fucked every brain cell out of you." his thrusts become harder with each word.

humiliation- seeing a humiliated look on your face after some hard degradation is one of his favourite looks on you. he's going to try to say and do anything that will humiliate you. "oh god you look pathetic, choking on my cock like that." "awe are you gonna cry? go on, show me, let me hear your pretty sobs" "what a slut. your pussy is so wet and i haven't even touched you yet."

piss- piss kink ties in heavily with his humiliation kink. i have a 1.7k word fic all about his piss kink, the whole thing is about it (x)

electrocution kink (him using his kink on you!!)- popped into his mind randomly and had to do it as soon as he could. he has you laying on your back with him hovering above you and touching random parts of your body upping the volts slightly each time just to see you jolt and yelp. obviously he knows how to handle the voltage and make sure he doesn't actually hurt you. focuses his touches on and around your nipple, also your inner thighs. after a particularity loud noise from you he stops his administrations and cheeks in on you, "shit! babe, are you okay, what colour? did i go too high. i'm so sorry baby."

you shake your head, "green! i'm okay denks but i want more," you rush out, pouting at the end, wanting him to continue and denki just shakes his head and chuckles.

"you really are a slut aren't you? i'll give you more if you want more."

[sea-salted-wolverine]

Watercraft restoration is one of those things that seems like it would be cool and fun and rewarding and maybe even lucrative and its just fuckin not.

Its not like auto restoration. No one gives a shit about old boats unless its a six or seven figure solid wood mint condition antique and even then its kinda a crummy boat because it's a damn antique and you have to treat it like one. Not to mention, 6 figures worth of wooden antique is like, an open bow 18ft pleasure craft while that same money buys a brand new 40ft fiberglass yacht.

and while you would think that the actual act of restoration would be satisfying, 60% of a boats value and 95% of a boats problems come from the power systems so most of what you're actually doing is engine work, which is fine by itself but the damn engine is in or on a boat which makes every twice as difficult and magnitudes more disgusting. You think rolling around under a car is bad? What's a little road grime compared to slithering around in a couple inches of filthy stagnating contaminated bilgewater? Or even better, fucking around with outboard units until someone's spine gives out.

Then it's just hunting down issues while convincing yourself not to hunt the previous owner for sport, because the majority of those issues will be either bafflingly stupid decisions, (built in 12 volt charger spliced to a pair of alligator clips and hooked into the fuse panel, in a berth, under a cushion) or straight up neglect. I have now composed a song, a modern sea shanty of sorts, called, never let a man take care of your boat. If he says, it's a good boat, he's never done annual maintenance. If he says, the annual maintenance isn't bad, there are places on that vessel that have never been cleaned.

Not to mention, if the boat is larger than a canoe and small enough to fit within highway oversize restrictions, there's. A Fuckin. Trailer.

Which is actually the point of this post. Somebody bought a trailer out from underneath a junked up 12ft sailboat and I got a new project for free.

[voltstone]

I HAVE MORE PROOF VIOLET AND MINNIE WERE NEVER ✨A THING✨ I SWEAR

plus how violentine is better bpd relationship. i mean what? hm?

i dont know what spawn within be woke me up from a dead sleep but here we are.

violet gots bpd (…probably). bpd idealization is not at all a good thing and is actually a sign of a rough connection. also, there's a taste of how identity plays into it.

and stuff. but whatever. nobody likes talking about bpd and i'll just sit here and rot or something.

okay, i'm being dramatic. lol. i'll go work on other essays. this is the one that it coms from btw.

[hoe4rairai]

Dear all Raian bitches out there , let's get dirty 🤪 ... What should we write about next , please don't hold back, this blog is mainly 18+.

Things I will write about :

Almost anything / everything , if it resonates with my image of Raian as below:

In my world, Raian is :

- A straight man

- detached MF

- Selfish and self centered

- he is 27 years old now

- A recognised worldwide assassin

- He doesn't love anything but he doesn't hate many things as well.

- Introvert

- Stealth quiet person with a an extremely sharp brain .

- Not kind but understands the behaviour

- Faithful to his own beliefs

- He doesn't listen to people around him

- Stubborn and Satire, he likes to demean people around him regardless of their rank, gender, position, power... etc. he DGAF

- He has a faint idea of what love is between a man and a woman, but he doesn't care about it mostly because of his deep understanding of his personality defects and his job .

- Sex is a tool to release stress and he is ruthless to random women.

- He doesn't stick his shaft into just any hole. The dude is extremely picky and selective.

- His self-confidence at this point is justified, and no questions asked .

-His self-awareness,though, oh well, let's say he has it on a completely different level 😏

- He is a freak

- He developed tolerance and patience

- Human emotions now can be tolerated to an extend but he will still ignore them for just the fun of it or he really DGAF .

- He creates his own drama when he wants and ENDS it when he wants. THE POWER

- No friends yet, but Ohma

- Developed decent social behaviour but still unpredictable .

- Never has mood swings, he literally has 4 moods switches ( Kill mood, Extreem Focused mood, Fuck Mood, Neutral mood )

- He developed deeper understanding of life and death

- He always had deep understanding of responsibility towards the Goals of his clan.

- He always had a strong judgment of character and 99.9% always right.

- Assassin vs 6th sense = more like 1000 volt high

- Developed a high level of mental control , probably due to his overly powerful physical strength and devilish abilities. He BELIEVES no one is like him .

- Still a stuck up

- He smokes , oral hygiene is on a decent level.

- He doesn't drink, only probably few times in a year if he felt like it and he doesn't drink alone.

- He developed a keen interest in fine expensive things. He is not a spender but when he does he does big .

- He has a sports car, a sports bike , a condo outside the clan village but no one knows anything about it . His condo might look something like that .

- He is still a secretive MF

- He secretly misses his gramps but fractionally and once every blue moon.

- Still no pets yet

- Still no hobbies yet

- Dominance Exceeded and its Doomsday for anyone entering his rang if he is either in his Kill or Fuck mood ... HOLY SHEETOOOZ

- Still not good in aftercare, but that might change as we progress

- Developed a better sense of fashion , still not trendy, but rather, his style speaks for what he is, mono shades of black, brown, dark grey, and dark blue. White is his go-to when he sleeps or works out. The white shade contributes to his lucid state of mind.

- His new scar doesn't bother him for shit , he actually thinks it made him more attractive which I fucking AGREE

- Taste in women, a nice hole to fuck until that one shows up and the chase shall start ..

- Breeding is always a goal, and he will imprint and breed, not anytime soon though, not before the Bugs are completely wipped off the face of the earth till the last one of them.

- Older, Secretly wise and ultimately a Titan with his new 20kg ancient magical sword that only he can control .

...... ...... I GOT CARRIED AWAY .... .....

[cornertheculprit]

like it's about how phoenix tells maya a joke in turnabout sisters (whether it's cheering him on in court like a cheerleader, her acting as his defense lawyer or breaking him out of the detention center) and maya is 100% down to do any of those things without question to the point where phoenix has to backtrack and tell her it was a joke. it's about how phoenix told her he wouldn't abandon her after everyone else had. it's about how maya threw herself at von karma with his six hundred thousand volt taser and told phoenix to run. it's about how phoenix grew so miserable without maya around after she left to train that he didn't take a single case for two months until he met a girl that reminded him so much of maya that he couldn't say no. it's about how maya refused to do her first proper channeling without phoenix being there for it. it's about how when maya thought she'd killed dr. grey phoenix was the one to insist over and over that it wasn't her and that no one had decided anything yet. it's about how she trusted phoenix with her magatama, something that had "always protected" her. it's about how phoenix slapped lotta for talking shit about maya. it's about how when phoenix realized maya was kidnapped his eyesight instantly started fading away out of sheer panic. it's about how maya told phoenix to get engarde a guilty verdict no matter what even if it meant her life and drew a picture of him while she was kidnapped as a symbol of hope. it's about how phoenix told maya that she knew he'd never desert her. it's about how they were so busy teasing each other at lordly tailor that pearl was the one doing all the investigating. it's about how maya called herself phoenix's sister twice. it's about how phoenix knocked larry out of the way to brave the burning bridge to reach maya on the other side. it's about how phoenix's desire for dahlia to get the hell out of maya's body was so powerful that it actually evicted her. it's about how maya called phoenix one of the feys and it's about how phoenix went through the ridiculously rigorous spiritual training alongside her at hazakura temple even though he isn't even a spirit medium. it's about how maya asks for help every time she's in trouble and how phoenix always answers without question. and finally it's about how maya whacked phoenix on the head with the shichishito

[mus1g4]

is it hurt to be tightly strapped into the electric chair or just uncomfortable?

The straps on the electric chair are very tight and, I would say uncomfortable. But, what prisoner is even thinking about the straps as an electrode is being fitted to their head and ankle?

Remember, these straps are designed to restrain you as 1000s of volts of electricity are delivered to your body. This is serious shit!

The movies!

The movies!

Roleplay!

The real deal!

Question about Tightness of Electric Chair Straps

[freakartack]

hmmmm any volt head canons

VOLTAGE TIME ok so obligatory Papa Volt retread just to get him out of the way. OK now that Papa Volt is done let's move on to the other guys.

18-Volt

-Doing him first because he's my favorite. Anyways 18-volt is an awesome kid because

-Like most other children in Warioware, he has kind of a lonely family situation. He's only ever talked about his mom, who is away a lot as he is able to play video games late into the night unsupervised (unlike the ever-vigilant 9-volt). So it seems like he is kind of a latchkey kid most of the time.

-As a result, he ends up sleeping over 9-volt's house a lot, and he's also kind of glommed onto 5-volt as a friend to boot ("Hi 9-Volt's Mom"). They both canonically have a passion for gardening, so I can imagine they bond over that and she gives him gardening advice and whatnot. Maybe if NINE VOLT wasn't afraid of getting his hands dirty he could join in the fun but alas

-Because of his growth condition, he's gotten a lot of shit in school in the past. As such, he is extremely quick to come to the defense of kids in need; he stood up to 13-amp when she was picking on ralphie, and then extended an olive branch to 13-amp when he realized she was just a troubled kid. This also mirrors how 9-volt befriended 18-volt when no one else would, so it is kind of beautiful in this way. These are some stand-up kids!

-Is way less adventurous than 9-Volt; he went skateboarding with him exactly once and hated it

-Mains Captain Falcon in smash and says "FALCON PUNCH" out loud

5-Volt

-I love that her character card in g&w says "age unknown" and then immediately tells you that she grew up in the 80s

-I also think that the rest of her wardrobe was similarly radical. I've been meaning to draw Young 5-Volt for a while so you might see her soon

-Was the apex predator of her local arcade back in the day

-Contrary to her moveset in Get It Together!, I don't think she has any supernatural powers beyond being scary as fuck. Pay no attention to the woman behind the TV

-Mains ROB in smash and kills people with him in real life

9-Volt

-The entirety of his retro game collection was inherited from his mother; he doesn't know what eBay is

-Has grown his adult front teeth in since Mega Microgames

-Has said "FIRE" so many times that orbulon accidentally picked up on it in smooth moves

-Mains Pikachu in smash and spams down+B the whole match

Fronk

-Unlike Orbulon and the space hares, I can't even begin to speculate on what the fuck he is. I think he has an exoskeleton. I think he is ovoviviparous. I think his distant ancestors were from space and he comes from a long line of rapidly-reproducing alien animals that somehow gained sapience along the way. It is extremely hard to keep up with Fronk Lore because they are constantly dropping bombshells. Do you know he has a wife and kid

-Mains Marth

[aztarion]

oc in 15 (lying)

tagged by @nightwardenminthara thank you cole 🫶🫶 might be obsessed with their gideon after his oc in 15 but lets not get into that 👀 unless..

Rules: share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

**after realizing Deva is not an articulate woman i chose to include other details alongside dialogue to get across her general “same shit different supernatural” scrappy doo-ness and what she gets herself into. these are all bits and pieces from a longfic milk teeth

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1. “Ten minutes already? Time for a break,” she announces, rising like a phoenix from the chair Felix had similarly abandoned ten minutes prior.

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2. “Oh, fuck you,” she says, precisely – as precisely as the blood runs rivulets between her teeth.

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3. “You know there’s going to be complaints to Agency HR about us.”

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4. Dev throws a mock-salute and opens the passenger door with a deputy cluck. "All forces now protecting our collective ass.”

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5. The door thuds in its frame again as she arches, hands tugging on his hair. He hums at the pleasant ripple it sends down his spine, even as she demands: “Bed,” in a breathy whisper, with another pull.

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6. “That's my job, Bobby—debate it, pick at my words, but don't conflate your issues with ours. What you're doing," Detective Deleón scoffs, flicking her finger back-and-forth, "has nothing to do with the case. This is about a dead boy. This is about an order you were given to stay the fuck away and a concession I had to make."

It’s slight, but Nate shifts uncomfortably. Felix, however, looks like he is watching good TV.

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7. “Lose the shirt.” Her voice is even and demanding — it always is when she wants something, he’s coming to realize. Mason's also been realizing he’s kind of into it.

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8. “Well.” Deva takes a step back to survey. The trapper’s head is black, misshapen, and greatly reduced, as if shaven away. “That didn’t work.”

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9. The Mother Deleón looks a little forlorn. The Daughter Deleón wants to say something smart, nonplussed, but her throat is too thick and sour. She keeps her gaze on the volt burn in her jeans. Her palms, hidden safely by the clench of her fingers, throb. "I don’t want to talk about this anymore, mom."

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10. “You need two for a game of Good Cop/Bad Cop," she says, scowling around a busted lip and a black eye. “So if you’re going to make threats just fucking make them. Don’t waste time pretending to look out for me.”

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11. Deva pauses suddenly, drawing back a few inches so she can meet his eyes. Her lips press into palpable wickedness. "Make me."

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12. Mason snorts and lazily rolls his neck to look at the second-in-command. “Just say it looks like shit, Nate.”

“And it smells like ass,” says Deva.

“It does smell like ass,” Felix agrees.

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13. “No, it’s nothing like that,” she says, then pauses for a beat. “I mean, I don’t know – fuck, maybe it is like that – look I’ll explain later. I’m fine though, but I think – well, um, I think someone’s been here. In my apartment. While I was sleeping.”

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14. “Kinky.” Deva shoots a jackass grin at Adam. “How medieval of you.”

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15. “This is as good as you’ll get,” she whispers to the bathroom mirror. The reflection that looks back is merciless, staid — milkiness with a suggestion of something hollow, like a baby tooth.

hehe title reference nudging myself

tagging: @sorceresslodge @devilbrakers @nsewell @saintalessia @dietgabbana @nat-seal-well @serenpedac @swordbards @recents @wetusb @deepinifhell @fauville @agentnatesewell and anyone else w OCs out the wazoo‼️👯‍♀️

TLDR;

[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