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The reason Tim’s shaking is because he’s worried about how much all those dates are gonna cost 🤭🤭🤭 he’s gonna be bankrupt by the end of it

Wip Wednesday?

Phantom floated lazily in a half-circle above them, legs crossed midair, arms tucked behind his head, that too-wide grin stretched across his face like a mask stitched on with mirth and menace.

“Let’s make a deal, Birdy.”

He spun slowly in place, green eyes glowing like dying stars.

“One date for every pitt I take out. I’ll start with the first one as a sign of grace.”

Somewhere in the mountains of Nanda Parbat, a pool began to bubble. Tim didn’t see it, but he felt it. The room chilled. Something ancient cracked apart. The scanners in Barbara computer rang in alarm.

The pit evaporated.

Not drained. Not destroyed. Undone.

Tim’s throat clicked as he swallowed.

Phantom pointed a glowing finger. “That one’s on me. Next ones are on you. Just say when.”

The second pit started to boil.

Jason surged forward, a hand out. “Stop—”

Phantom’s eyes didn’t leave Tim's.

Tim's eyes never left Phantom's

A third pit broke into steam and green fire.

The fourth trembled before erupting, sending up a column of ghostlight and screams. Somewhere distant, Ra’s al Ghul howled.

Phantom’s grin only widened.

Tim exhaled slowly, like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. His fingers curled into the chair arms.

Phantom floated closer. “Those were the ones you knew about.” His voice dropped into something deeper, more ancient. “Want me to handle the ones you didn’t?”

Tim’s mouth was dry. “How many?”

Phantom hovered until they were nose to nose. His voice was velvet, soft as snowfall:

“A lot.”

And then he leaned back again with a chuckle, twirling mid-air. “But don’t worry—I’ll only show you the ones I’m destroying. You just tell me when to stop.”

Tim stared at him, jaw tense. He could feel Barbara's eyes flick between them like a tennis match of insanity. Jason's fists clenched at his sides.

Tim breathed in deep, exhaled once. “...Keep going.”

Screens flickered to life on their own. Oracle’s setup surged with static and data feeds—grainy, spectral images of Lazarus Pits failing, collapsing, boiling away into nothing. Groups of twenty. Then forty. Then eighty.

The room filled with the low thrumming of eldritch static and the faraway screams of something ancient dying.

By the time number (xxx) imploded in a burst of unnatural light, Tim raised a shaking hand.

“Stop.”

Phantom halted mid-spin, upside down, and beamed. “Pleasure doing business with you, Birdy.”

Was I a bad friend? It was only that bad with you...

A little update with many little illustrations ~

All my work is w.i.p right now because I'm in the depths of Phoenix's flames (hell)

I can do lineart??

Yall' ever hyperfixate so hard you become able to do line art?

I wasn't able to do this yesterday but I ain't complaining

I little sneak peak of what I've been working on. I've been in a TMA mood that doesn't look like it's going to stop any time soon so expect some more Magnus Archives stuff soon!

WIP

WEDNESDAYYYYY

Thanks you very much @rustyram035 @youthroad for tagging (sorry I always late)

I tag.. @blackmetalsnake @darcxaosit @cheeseandstrawberrytartlover @kiir-do-faal-rahhe @thewolflingofnoldor @ulanxxxs @wrong-mother @priafey no pressure!!

Now with new monitor I can draw more freely and comfortable, so I do many work to improve my skill and make new arts! (Some WIPs below)

Here!

Yayyy, WIP Wednesday!

Thank you very much @ulanxxxs for the tag, I often wanted to take part in something like this before, but I was a little afraid (´；д；`)

Although.. I have nothing interesting here, I’m drawing a meme slowly and stripping my OC for detailed references

And I tag @rustyram035, if you want, of course.. And everyone who sees this.. (Oh, Oblivion, how exciting)

I also do this on Thursday.

Lol

WIP Wednesday

Another snippet from the new story. The first chapter is almost ready to go up.

@ronenstrand

“Tyler,” Carlos whispered against the shell of his ear. “Tyler,” another whisper followed by a sweet peck just behind his ear. “Wake up, my love.”  TK groaned and wiggled his body as he snuggled closer to Carlos. “Errrrmm, no.” He responded with a grumpy tone.  Carlos laughed lightly and let his hand roam down TK’s side to his hip, where he caressed the soft flesh of his hip bone with his thumb. “C’mon baby. We have work to do.” “No, I do not! I’m off today!” TK claimed proudly and pulled his pillow around his head, covering his ears.  “We have boxes to pack up before the crew arrives to help move.” That got TK’s attention, and he released the pillow, his eyes looking at his boyfriend. “We’re moving in today.” He smiled widely as his eyes connected with Carlos’s.  “Yeah.” Carlos mirrored TK’s smile before leaning down and capturing his lips with his own. “I can’t wait to wake up with you every morning.” He spoke as his lips began to trail down TK’s neck, leaving hot little kisses wherever they touched. “Fall asleep with you every night.” His lips journeyed over to his throat. “Knowing you don’t have to leave to go home.” Back to his lips, where he kissed him passionately. “Because you already are.”  TK reciprocated the kiss, giving just as much passion and adding some heat to it, wanting more than just his lips. But Carlos pulled away.  “Mmm, baby, don’t start anything we don’t have time to finish.” He chuckled. “Everyone is going to be here in two hours. We have to get the rest packed before they show up.”  TK groaned and rubbed himself up against Carlos anyway. “But you made me want more. It’s your fault.”  Carlos laughed and placed a hand on the side of TK’s face. “I promise you will have more later. When we are in our new home!”

WIP WIDNESDAY

A bit from Chapter 3 of RUINED. Chapter 2 should be posted maybe later tonight. Keep your eyes out for it!

Leaving Carlos wanting more had TK smiling. The look the guy had on his face of pure shock had been priceless. He just hoped this wouldn’t backfire and send Carlos running to jump in someone else’s bed.

They didn’t see each other again until the next shift they worked. Until then, they spent their time texting. A lot of questions were asked, pictures sent, and even some naughty fun was had.

By the time the next shift came, they were shooting giddy smiles to each other from across the room. It was another slow day with a lot of lounging around the firehouse. Carlos had been playing foosball with Philip and TK had been trying to help Miguel figure out what to make for dinner. But when he spotted Carlos eyeing him as he walked off from being defeated at foosball, he excused himself and followed after him.

He entered the bunk room just a moment after Carlos had and he was suddenly being tugged on. His body crashed against Carlos and their lips crushed together in a frenzied kiss.

After a moment, TK pulled back, desperate for air. “That… mmm,” Carlos interrupted his thoughts as his lips began attacking TK’s neck. “Carlos…,”

“Mmmm,” Carlos moaned into his neck. His hands slid down his back down to his ass and squeezed as he held him tightly against his own body.

“Carlos,” he tried again but the guy seemed to just have one thing on his mind. TK put his hands on Carlos’s chest and pushed himself back some. “Carlos, we can’t do this here.”

Carlos sighed and let his forehead fall to rest against TK’s. “Ugh…,”

“I know.” TK chuckled. “After shift. Come over?”

“Yeah? Does this mean I’ve earned it?” Carlos asked with a raised brow.

“Maybe another blowjob. Maybe more.” TK said while biting his lip. “We’ll see.”

WIP Wednesday

A Work In Progress

Hi All! I am new to the fanfic world. Well, I say that because it's been over 15 years since I last wrote any kind of fanfic. But here I am attempting it. This will be my first Tarlos story posted to ao3, but it's not up yet. I thought I'd join in on the wip fun and see how well this snippet is received. I am happy to take any and all advice. Please, if you have any criticisms, be kind and make it constructive. I hope you all enjoy it! I've been having a blast writing it!

@ronenstrand

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After dinner, TK went straight to his room when they got back to his dad’s house. He didn’t stop to talk and they had been silent on the drive home for the most part. There was a little conversation about how the night had gone, but mostly, it was a quiet ride. Back at the house, TK made a beeline for his room. He should’ve gone home to his place, but it was late and he needed some quick relief. So he stayed at his dad’s place. In his room, he was quick to find himself in the shower and releasing the tension that had built up through the evening. 

After his shower, he collapsed on his bed, not even bothering to get dressed. He wanted Carlos out of his head. At least for the rest of the night. He just wanted some peaceful sleep. Unfortunately, the man crept into his dreams and he woke up needing another release. 

The morning seemed to move quickly and before he knew it, they were at the firehouse. It was a pretty normal morning so far. Coffee, b.s.ing with his brothers, and just chilling until a call came in. 

Hearing his name, TK left the conversation he was in, turning his attention to his dad. But when he looked, his eyes instantly found Carlos and that dry throat thing was a problem once again. He swallowed hard as the man got closer. Fuck, how am I supposed to do my job with him here? He looked so good in the tight hunter-green tee shirt he was wearing. That color really seemed to work for him. 

They greeted each other and Carlos was offering up that gorgeous heart-shaped smile of his and it seemed to cause a flipping in TK’s stomach. With his eyes fixated on Carlos, it was his dad’s suggestion that pulled him out of his trance. “Uh, yeah. Sure. Come on, I’ll um, I’ll show you… the kitchen!” He pointed in that direction and led the way. 

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“I believe my dad mentioned you’d be riding along with us as well. What size shirt do you wear?” He asked as he moved to grab a firehouse shirt for Carlos. “Here. You’ll need to wear that and uh, pants. There should be some here in the wardrobe.” He opened the wardrobe and pointed out the pants for Carlos to choose from. 

“Cool, thanks.” Carlos took a look and found his size. “Um, I’ll just go change then.” He said and gave a nod, 

When Carlos left the room to go change, TK fell to the mattress of his bunk, hands covering his face. He had no idea how he was going to make it through the day with Carlos around. Was he staying for the whole shift? He had no clue. He hoped not since there was nothing he could do about his urges. 

“What do ya think?” Carlos asked as he came back dressed in the same uniform. “Is it too snug?” He asked with a smirk.

Sitting up on his elbows TK looked at him and he seemed to forget how to breathe. Fuck, he looked sexy as hell. Then Carlos did a spin to show the whole outfit. That and the question did not help. Yes. Yes, it is too snug. “Mm, yeah. Looks good.” He said and pressed his lips tight together as he gave a nod.

Then he heard the bells and he breathed a sigh of relief. Thank you. He thought to himself. He’d never been so happy to hear the bells go off. “That’s our cue.” 

TK was up and dashing to the truck, Carlos hot on his heels.

“People are staring,” Judith choked out, her mouth going dry. “Forget about them,” Lyris replied, steering Judith's head back to her shoulder. “You say that like it’s easy,” Judith muttered, even as she felt herself falling back into the strange safety of the embrace. “It’s hard not to wonder what they’re seeing.” “You're beautiful, and I’m different,” Lyris said, sounding more terse this time. The gruff timbre of her voice rumbled through every point of contact, a formidable cadence that suggested she wasn’t entirely unaffected by Judith’s admission. “They're going to stare because they don't understand.”