#but its supposed to be kon

[fairygothmotherisgay]

DC Social Media AU

Uh oh I found a new obsession

[crowkip]

yeehaw, baby!

[banterbat]

where are they....

[plutonicbees]

the ultimate quartet >:D (ft. the sillies)

[iffasart]

@campbenji JWCTcountdown: release day / free day

HAPPY CHAOS THEORY DAY!!!!

I'M SO EXCITEDDD :D

Edit: added some close-ups under the cut

[tvpsychics]

get snoorched speedster style idiot !!!!!!!!

my secret skele-kon gift for @thecoolestghoul for the prompts konbart + halloween costumes + first kiss :)

[beeqisch]

band au that i kept saying i was gonna draw lmao

[pup-pee]

i just i jist i justi just i just i jsut i just ji jstu kji just i just

“kinda” a redraw of this but not rlly like @ all

[mamawasatesttube]

oh yeah also!!! snippet of the timkon vday fic i will hopefully finish like over the weekend or something!!! (this snippet is sfw but the fic itself will not be...)

Tim’s fingers linger, brushing the back of his neck as he fastens the choker. “There,” he murmurs, and seals the clasp with a kiss to Kon’s nape.

The moment the projector comes into contact with his skin, Kon goes still.

It’s—

It’s weird.

It’s not a wholly pleasant feeling, if he’s entirely honest. The world shrinks down dizzyingly fast, from the wide, expansive spread of everything down to just this room. He can’t hear the cars outside or the dancers in the club he and Tim were at earlier, or Ma snoring back in Kansas, or the sea lapping at the shore halfway around the world.

The strength drains out of his body. It leaves him feeling… heavy. He’s grounded where he sits, and he can feel that he can’t simply fly away now. Of course, he still has his TTK, his aura sprawling through the apartment, but it’s not the same.

Kon lets out a slow breath. Okay. Okay. He’s been depowered a few times before. It’s just… been a while, that’s all.

“You okay?” Tim’s arms slip around his waist, his hands sliding up Kon’s ribs to his chest. He presses Kon backwards, encouraging him to lean into him.

Kon takes that suggestion, slumping back into Tim’s embrace. Tim’s arms are steadfast around him as he drops his head back against Tim’s shoulder. He can feel Tim’s heart beating against his back.

“Yeah.” Kon swallows hard. He can feel the cool metal of the projector against his throat, rapidly warming from his body. It feels…

He feels… vulnerable.

“You sure?” Tim brushes a gentle kiss to his jaw, lingering. “We don’t have to do this if it’s too much, or feels bad, or anything. I want you to enjoy yourself, so if you’re not—”

“I’m sure, Rob,” Kon interrupts.

He takes another breath and lets it out slowly. It’s kinda weird to have to breathe so often. He usually does, don’t get him wrong—he had to breathe at regular human rates before all his powers came in, so the muscle memory is there—but actually feeling the burn in his chest if he doesn’t breathe in fast enough is weird.

“I’m sure.” He shifts in Tim’s arms, rolling over a little so he can look up at Tim properly. “Just, like, gimme a minute to get used to it.”

Tim studies his face for a moment. Whatever he finds there satisfies him, because he just nods, then kisses Kon’s nose, brow, and forehead. “Take all the time you need.”

“Mm.”

Kon lays his cheek against Tim’s shoulder and tucks his face into his neck. He likes feeling the warmth of Tim’s skin against his own, the quiet ba-dum, ba-dum of his heart beating in his chest. Tim used some of his rarely-touched fancy cologne for tonight’s date; Kon can still smell it on his collar.

Tim’s arms curve about his shoulders, one of his callused hands stroking slowly up and down Kon’s upper arm. He caresses the curve of Kon’s bicep and strokes his thumb against the inside of Kon’s elbow before he rubs his palm back up his arm to the shoulder, slow and hypnotic, over and over.

Kon shivers.

He feels vulnerable and soft, cut off from hearing everything he’s used to. He’s not used to it. But it’s not a bad feeling, not when he’s lying on Tim’s chest, completely secure in Tim’s arms. It’s… different, yes, but not bad.

In fact, it’s a little exciting. He already knows Tim would never ever dream of hurting him—duh, Tim would cry and have, like, seven existential crises on the spot if he had to—and being vulnerable with Tim around means he’s, like…

Protected.

Kon takes another breath. Lets it out slowly. He’s not used to feeling protected. To looking to someone else for safety. It’s kind of… awe-inspiring? Incredible? Breathtaking?

Tim’s thumb swipes gently over his shoulder again. He’s languid and relaxed, his voice low and warm in a way that ignites sparks in Kon’s blood. “What’s on your mind, baby?”

Kon breathes in again. Tim’s cologne smells of citrus and spice.

He tips his head up, glances up at Tim through his eyelashes. Tim looks down at him, his expression tender but intense.

“Rob,” Kon says, keeping his gaze fixed on Tim’s face. He smiles, a little shy, but excited. This is such a new feeling. “You’re gonna… you’ll take real good care of me, right?”

Color blossoms across Tim’s cheeks. His lips part slightly, his eyes wide; his flush runs all the way down his neck. Even his ears turn red. “I—”

Kon giggles, looping his arms around Tim’s neck. It’s nice to know he’s not the only one a little bit out of his depth here, reveling in the novelty of… of all of this. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Tim manages after a second, a little breathless. “Yeah, of course.”

[marandsviet]

[coolchainsawlord]

late

[korikokorin]

Headcanon

Jurrasic World: Chaos Theory Darius Bowman; Kenji Kon

They both read to me as golden retriever boyfriends.

like they both give, "You're my world and I would literally do anything for you." but like kinda in different ways you know?

Kenji reads to me as like the quality time + gift-giving type of golden retriever boyfriend. He takes you on all the well-planned dates and gives you sentimental gifts and wouldn't hesitate to drop anything and everything if you need them you know?

Darius to me is the acts of service + physical touch type of golden retriever boyfriend. He's the type to constantly be glued to your side "attached at the hip" style. He'd follow you around, constantly take care of you, and take any opportunity to hold you that he can get.

[ereborne]

tagged by @ialpiriel a bit ago and then I went afk for data-eating reasons but now I’m mostly back, thank you Del for the tag and also for the patience, I love you ♥ ♥

again I’m supposed to post the last line I wrote and tag as many people as there are words in it, but again I’m not doing that!  I’m very bad at it, and also I’m laying this story to rest (in my document titled Cold Storage, where all the concepts I can’t make work rest until albion’s need is greatest or I get bored, whichever comes first) and I want this my favorite part to be seen before it goes

"If I'm not lying--"  Her mouth twisted wryly and then relaxed. "Yes, I could have.  But it wouldn't have been....It would've been worse. When you put a movement on someone like that, without guiding it, they carry it out with speed and force proportional to how much you want it done, and nevermind how much is good and healthy for their bodies. They'll rip all their joints apart and keep going for you. It's... unpleasant."

"Oh." He couldn't help but swallow. Her hands were on her knees, fingers pressing gently at the hollows and curves like she was reminding herself how they fit together. The thought definitely struck him as unpleasant. "Anyway, these were bandits. Bad men to be sure, oathbreakers and thieves, and maybe they'd deserve a nice maiming, but they're still manual laborers at the heart of it. If they lost their joints, they wouldn't recover without care, healing and retraining the limbs, who knows how much time, and they'd never be the same. It'd be their livelihood." "Uh-huh." The priorities on this one. She'd moved her hands from knees to wrists now, checking the attachments at the back of the hand and the base of the thumb and palm. "So what did you do to them instead?" "Oh, pain." She said it so easily. He blinked. "Every nerve I know, which is most of them." "...Right."

She looked at him, her hands finally still again, a smile in her eyes if not on her mouth. "Not wanting to cripple them doesn't mean going soft on them. I'm not out on this road for some scavenger to strike me down as soon as I pass them by. They'll drop where they stand and count themselves lucky they remember how to breathe through it." She sounded so sane. He nodded to her and gave her a hand up, and did not shudder at the feel of her fingers closing around his wrist. As they walked on, he forced his thoughts away from what she'd actually said and focused instead on recovering the confidence he'd lost earlier, when he had found out she was a priestess. He'd never been wrong after all. She was as rogue a mage as any he'd ever been contracted to kill. 

tagging:  actually the people I’d tag have mostly been tagged already.  @agirlnamedhagrid, @goddammitjim, would either of you like to play?

[yj-98]

gonna do that comic 6 versions of a character thing w/ kon specifically i think.... i need to break free of my inability to draw that guy

[automaticsoulharmony]

Guys I know we all make silly jokes about how YJs missions are crazy and scare the new kids and are cryptids for it, but the real reason the team would be seen as spooky and wild… is that the majority of the members aren’t around anymore.

Think about, four out of the eight core members of the team have just, disappeared.

They mention invading a country and Barts like “yeah it was to save Anita’s mom” and the younger hero’s are just like… “who???”

“Oh yeah, we had to deal with Darkseid back in the day, he was weirdly interested in our teammate Secret,” Tim (no real names unless necessary) Drake says casually “okay, ignoring the dealing with Darkseid part because idk how to comprehend that, who the fuck is Secret??” One of the batfam asks wildly. Steph chimes in with a casual “that’s the girl who tried to kill me, right?”

“Man, sometimes I miss Slobo,” Cassie says quietly when they’re chilling and one of the newer titans happens to be near by is just like “what the fuck is a Slobo?”

“Cissie would freak if she saw this,” Kon jokes. Conner Hawke is just like “I feel like I’m supposed to know who that is????”

Like, Secret, Cissie, Anita, and Slobo are just gone, and the new heroes definitely don’t know who they are, and most of the older heroes don’t either.

YJs mission reports are crazy for many reasons. One of which being no one knowing who the fuck they’re talking about.

Not to mention “I wish we still had the Supercycle, I wonder how its kid is doing?” “the What?? How???”

[pup-pee]

otp is angel fangs x snake bites