#But I'm not following the prompts

[chiocchi]

Mermaid AU where Tom makes people drown for fun, but Harry is not affected by his singing. Since Tom won't accept defeat and Harry has stuff to do, they both think the other is annoying.

(But deep down they're fascinated).

[bacchuschucklefuck]

they licensed his ass

my finished piece of the FWMS (official name definitely 100%) thing we started a few days ago! I had fun I hope folks had and/or continue to have fun with the sketch as well.

[xinganhao]

🌱 wonwoo x producer!reader.

the five times wonwoo swears he's over you (and the one time that he decides he isn't) ★ see also: main post, drabble

♫ maybe i'm just not better than this, i haven't tried / 'cause maybe you'll finally choose me after you've had more time.

🌱 the five times.

when he sees you for the first time in over a year.

he believes it's the nice thing to do, treating you out to dinner. he froze you out, after all, because he was stupid and he didn't know how to handle his crush on you. he likes to think that the past fourteen months have made him better. wiser. so, that night, he makes it up to you. he also makes up a dozen different excuses. do his eyes linger on you a little too long as you happily drink your yogurt drink? he's just making sure you like what he chose for you. does he walk a little closer when he notices you're shivering from the evening cold? he's just concerned you might get sick. he doesn't like you anymore. he's better now, wiser now. he has to be.

when your second studio choom video comes out.

it's not the same as the first time, where he'd smiled to himself while watching you perform your latest comeback in STUDIO CHOOM's crisp, 4k quality. back then, that's how he had known he was done for. this time, he watches it purely out of curiosity. to add to the millions of views that the video is already raking up. he keeps a straight face the whole time. just watches with a perfectly neutral expression. he's just a guy supporting a friend, isn't he? when he gets through the entire video without smiling, he counts that as a win. if his heart— the bloody traitor— had stuttered at your ending fairy, well. that's an entirely different story.

on a random tuesday, just because.

he's never really seen the appeal in games like stardew valley; they were always a little too slow for his taste. but you'd absolutely begged, and so he begrudgingly bought the game for ₩20,600 just to shut you up. he still doesn't care much for it, to be quite honest. there's a lot of slow, lazy days where he just dicks around in-game. he bears with it anyway since you're always so happy when you beat him at fishing, or when you get to steal away the bachelorette he was going after. your voice is a low buzz in his ear as the two of you play until the sun has risen, until he's cussing you out for keeping him up so late when he has a schedule to go to. you let him complain all he wants because he'll still back online for co-op later that night.

when you're back in the same recording studio as him.

this one is the hardest, because this is where he fell for you in the first place. you, with your head bent as you fiddle with jihoon's digital audio workstation. you, with your usually friendly demeanor shuttered behind something so cool and collected. the pencil tucked behind your ear. the way you worry your lower lip as the boys croon. he wants to scream, wants to test just how soundproof this damn studio is. instead, he sings his lines. he makes adjustments as necessary. he watches you do your thing, even jokes to you here and there. it's all he can do to keep his mind away from what it wants so badly to stray back to. in the end, he doesn't scream. but when you smile at him and tease him that he did a good job— he wishes he had.

when he drives you home after you've had one too many to drink.

you're half-asleep in his passenger seat, all soft edges and incoherent mumbles. he tries to be cross with you, tries to tell you off for not knowing your limits and ending up like this. there's an unmistakable softness in his gaze, though, as he makes sure the seatbelt isn't too tight around your frame. he avoids all the potholes and goes extra careful over the speed bumps. by the time he makes it to your dorm, you're already passed out with your cheek pressed against the window. he decides to let you sleep for only thirty seconds more. as he mentally counts down— thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eight— he tries to convince himself that it won't sting when he gets to one. (it still does.)

🌸 the one time.

on another random tuesday.

in the end, it's not an evening of stardew valley that gets him. it's not one of your fancams, not your warm presence in his shotgun. no, it's something much more stupid. something much more small. it's the way he looks for his phone when it pings. he doesn't even know if it's you who's texting him. but it could be, and that's enough to have him fishing through his bag hastily. he catches himself one afternoon, notices the way he's just a touch too excited to check the newest notification. he's not any wiser or better, it seems. he doesn't know if he can be. he's still the same jeon wonwoo with a hopeless crush on you.

[pillowbugs]

month of ingo, day 2: battle + day 3: loud

nooo ingo don't hit your ally in multis ahahaha (it's not haxorus this time)

(also, i hadn't realised, but it's the 1 year anniversary of my blog. here's to many more years with you guys! if you'll have me...)

[a-leg-without-fear]

The Miranda to His Ferdinand

this is actually the response to this ask from the lovely @yarrystyleeza!!! i was so frickin inspired and ended up writing this :)

Ship: College!Matt Murdock x f!Reader

Rating: 18+

Wordcount: 1.3k

Warnings: lots o' Shakespeare, kissing, suggestive material

Series: Request Fulfillment

Your dorm's mattress creaked as you and Matt settled on top. He sat to your left, braille script clutched in his hand, with his sunglasses tucked into his shirt collar and his hair ruffled after a long day. An easy smile settled over his full lips.

"What's the play, again?" he asked, an eyebrow cocked as a large hand swept over the front page of his script. Long fingers traced the raised bumps on the solid white pages.

"The Tempest," you replied with a sighed chuckle, "It's about a woman, Miranda, who's lived on an island her whole life, knowing only her father and their slave, Caliban. Ferdinand shipwrecks on their island, then he and Miranda fall in love. Typical Shakespeare stuff."

Matt laughed at your synopsis, shaking his head, "And you're auditioning for Miranda, I'm guessing?"

"Nope, Caliban," you snarked in return. Matt rolled his eyes as you stuck your tongue out at him.

"Alright, Caliban. Which scene are we reading?"

"The last part of Act Three, Scene One," you said, flipping your script to the correct page, "Should be page ten in your booklet."

Crinkling pages filled the comfortable silence between you. It was quick work to find the correct page, considering the section you'd be reading from was labeled "MIRANDA AUDITION." The booklet lay open in your palms as you scanned briefly through the lines. You could almost feel the adoration formed by the prose, the pure affection woven into the words. Shakespeare truly was a genius.

"Okay, page ten," Matt announced, breaking your silent reverence of The Bard. You cleared your throat.

"Right. Ready?" you asked as you straightened your posture. Matt nodded, gesturing for you to start. A deep breath filled your lungs, chest expanding like a balloon, as you tamped down your nerves.

"Do you love me?" you read from the script. You glanced at Matt out of the corner of your eye. His lips ticked up in the corners as he read his part.

"Oh heaven, oh earth, bear witness to this sound," he began, fingers rapidly skimming over the pages, "And crown what I profess with kind event if I speak true. If hollowly, invert what best is boded me to mischief. I, beyond all limit of what else in the world, do love, prize and honor you."

You couldn't breathe. Not when Matt's sightless gaze was fixed right between your eyes. Not when this profession of love came from him so earnestly. Not when your years of pining after him had finally bubbled to the surface.

"I-I am a fool," you stuttered. You shook your head, clearing the distracting thoughts, then tried again, "I am a fool to weep at what I am glad of."

Matt placed his free hand on your knee. Your heart pounded against your ribs, anticipation leaking into your blood like ink in water.

"Wherefore weep you?" he read softly. His dark eyes traced the space around your head. Almost searching, scouring for your answer in the planes of your face.

"At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer what I desire to give, and much less take what I shall die to want. But this is trifling. And all the more it seeks to hide itself, the bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning, and prompt me, plain and holy innocence. I am your wife, if you will marry me. If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow you may deny me, but I'll be your servant. Whether you will or no."

A tense silence fell over the two of you like a sudden burst of snow. Your pulse coursed rapidly under your heated skin. The weight of the line you'd read felt world-encompassing. Would he understand that it wasn't just you reading words? That the meaning behind them is what you felt?

"My mistress, dearest, and I thus humble ever," Matt whispered, a faint glance of understanding passing behind his eyes. You swallowed a lump the size of a baseball.

"My husband then?"

The hand nearly burning a hole in your knee wrapped its fingers around your own.

"Ay, with a heart as willing as bondage ever of freedom. Here's my hand," Matt breathed, fingers tangling with yours. Your breath caught behind your lips. This is happening.

"And mine, with my heart in it," you said shakily.

That same silence. Charged like the static before a lightning strike. Nearly choking you with how intense the moment felt. The pad of Matt's thumb rubbed circles into the back of your hand.

“Does Ferdinand get to kiss Miranda in this scene?” he asked, gaze landing on your lips. Your heart leapt like a horse over a hurdle. Swirls of anxiety and finally! chased each other through your mind.

“It-it’s not in the script, but I think ad-libbing is more than okay,” you said as your heartbeat roared in your ears. Matt’s signature, cocky smirk pulled at his lips.

His hand seemed to move in slow motion as it lifted from his braille script and cradled your jaw. Palm warm, almost searing, and calloused like you could barely believe. Yet you’d never felt anything softer. His thumb passed over your flushed cheek slowly, giving you plenty of time to pull away, before it caught on your bottom lip.

“Is this okay?” Matt asked, voice barely above a whisper, as his thumb pulled gently on your lip. A shudder rolled over your spine like rumbling thunder.

“Yes,” you uttered with a quick nod.

Before you could blink, his lips were pressed against yours. Lightning struck your mind and rendered you breathless. Shocks coursed through your veins. Your heart nearly stopped beating.

He was kissing you.

Matthew Michael fucking Murdock was kissing you.

You quickly reached out and clung to him like he was your lifeline. You didn’t want this moment to end. This singularity that felt impossible, your whole life building to this one kiss. 

Warm fingers carded through your hair and tangled in the strands. Matt pulled you closer, your chests pressed together. He swiped his tongue along your lips to silently ask permission. You more than welcomed the intrusion as an involuntary moan kicked up your throat, opening your mouth to grant him entrance. A groan of his own matched yours in kind. He licked into you like you were the first drop of water after a month in the desert. Drinking from you, clinging to you, almost desperate.

Your head was spinning. You could barely breathe. Your hands shook where they clung to Matt’s t-shirt.

And just like that, it was over. Matt parted from you like separating two strong magnets. His forehead rested against yours, heaving breaths puffing along your cheeks. You screwed your eyes shut at the loss of his lips on yours.

“I could… I could do that forever,” Matt laughed breathlessly. You grinned as you opened your eyes. His sightless gaze was fixed on you. Pure adoration flowed from his joyful expression, how his eyes crinkled in the corners and how his dimples dug into his cheeks. You couldn’t help but match his wide smile.

“Me too,” was your clever response. You inwardly groaned at your quick wit. Matt chuckled, placing a chaste kiss to your hairline.

“When’s your audition?” he asked, like how close he was didn’t render your mind completely useless. You took a moment to gather your deteriorating thoughts.

“Tonight. At eight,” you said. Matt hummed.

“And what time is it now?”

You glanced at the digital clock that sat on your nightstand. In bold, red letters, the clock displayed “4:48 pm.”

“Almost five,” you replied. Matt ran the tips of his nails over your scalp. Pulses of pleasure coursed through you, your head tipping back in his hands, as your eyes fluttered shut.

“I think that’s plenty of time to run the scene some more, don’t you think?” he suggested, voice a low rumble deep in his chest. All you could do was nod.

And if rehearsal ran long, who were you to object?

[inflomora-art]

Steddie Mermay! 1/16

[neowonderland]

Can you do dark toxic husband jaemin?? Like reader want to run away from him. But he held threat over her

Pairings: Jaemin x reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, noncon, baby trapping, bondage

Dark Content, Minor please DNI

Disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction. I do not condone the actions of any characters in this story and the actions do not reflect the idols in any way.

You're supposed to be in paradise.

You're supposed to be happily married to Jaemin, finally together after years upon years of Jaemin chasing after you. According to Jaemin, it was love at first sight. The second it took his brain to process you, the second he fell for you.

It's sweet really, the way Jaemin treats you. Gifts piled high in your living room, filled with the newest designer clothes, newest technology, everything you could possibly want. He's sweet too, always offering honeyed words, from compliments to praises, there's nothing he doesn't say that makes your cheeks flush or your ears turn red.

But no matter how sweet Jaemin treats you, one thing is clear from the multiple locks on the door that leads to outside, to the lack of neighbors around, to the excessive security cameras inside and outside, to the tracker on your phone.

You can't leave.

But that doesn't mean you don't try to.

"Nobody will help you. Even if they will, they won't believe I did this to you. Can't you see I'm doing this because I love you? I love you too much to let you go." Jaemin always tells you, time and time again after your failed escape attempts.

It isn't until your last escape attempt that Jaemin becomes fed up, opting to break your legs as punishment. Threatening to kidnap and harm the people you love if you try again. Making sure you'd stay idle for at least a while before trying another one of them.

It isn't long until Jaemin comes up with an idea. Creating something that would keep you bound to him forever, making it harder for you to leave him.

"I'm going to fuck a baby into you. You're going to look so pretty with my baby. We'll be a big happy family together right?" Jaemin babbles, burying himself into the crook of your neck.

You struggle against the rope Jaemin has tied you up with, arms straining against the pretty red rope. Drool leaks from your gag as you try to tell him to stop while tears streak down your face.

"You're so good for me. You're going to take my cum right? Take every drop I give you and then more, right?" Jaemin says, punctuating his words with sharp, harsh thrusts.

"We'll be so happy together. You, me, our kids. You'll be so happy you won't even think of leaving me." Jaemin says, removing himself from your neck and taking in your tear stained face.

Jaemin traces his finger down your cheek, thumbing at the tears before kissing you.

"You'll make such a good parent to our kids. I know we'll all be in paradise together. Us and our happy little family."

[coldshrugs]

glamtober #31 - supernatural: mothman

my favorite american cryptid. i spent half my childhood in appalachia and those mountains are haunting and comforting. there's something nice about a fucked up creature trying to warn folks away from harm. this fit is silly but we can pretend she found it in eorzea's version of spirit halloween, right next to the sexy chirurgeon costumes.

items used:

head: tonberry head (jet black | ruby red) body: quaintrelle's ruffled dress (jet black | jet black) arms: demonic gloves (N/A | ruby red) legs: bunny tights (N/A | jet black) feet: makai priestess's longboots (ruby red) fashion accessory: fallen angel's wings

[thatswhatsushesaid]

i'm always nosy about this kind of thing, so: if you follow me or just are a visitor/reader, could you drop a comment here (or if you're shy, send me an anon ask) letting me know what it was that made you decide to start following me/visiting regularly? like was it a specific post that made you decide you want my brand of clownery in your tumblr ecosystem?

enquiring mind (singular, also mine) wants to know 🙏

[veritas-scribblings]

buzz - @bartylusmicrofic - words: 977 [explicit / NSFW]

[inspired by @lexithwrites's post, which appeared in my feed: terribly sorry for doing this again, I will stop!]

Regulus has always been a little bit sceptical about it all. Insanity runs in his family, you see, and he has been somewhat hesitant to tempt fate. Some days, Regulus thinks that perhaps that’s where everything went wrong with his mother and Sirius, all the high-running emotions between them, the screaming, the manipulations and emotional blackmail. All the gaslighting. There’s definitely something diagnosable going on, in his not-so-professional opinion. Some days, Regulus thinks that insanity is closer to him than he would like. After the whole business with Cousin Bellatrix and that cult she’d run off to join…well, ‘fate’ seems to have a choke hold on the family.

So, when Regulus finds himself laying on the floor with Barty, drinking cider and smoking a spliff, he would like to think that his first thought was something along the lines of, ‘I should probably exercise some caution here.’

Unfortunately, though, that had not been his first thought.

His first thought had been, ‘It’s not so bad as a joint, right? Maybe the hypothetical schizophrenia won’t be so bad either.’

His second thought had been, ‘Why was I worried to begin with? What are even problems? No problems exist in my world.’

His third thought had led him to cheese, which had led him to seeking out the bag of shredded mozzarella he knows is kept in Barty’s fridge. Which had led Barty to laughing hysterically at him, and then joining Regulus in eating a good half of the bag. Which had led to even more hysterical laughing, because there they were cuddled up on the floor sharing a 500gm bag of shredded cheese and it had seemed like the funniest situation they’d ever been in. 

Honestly, Regulus isn’t too sure what had happened in the middle or who had moved first. It may have been Barty, because Barty is always handsy when he’s high (or, at least, more handsy than when he’s not high, because Barty tends to always be a bit handsy). It may have been Regulus, because about 10km back Regulus had decided that cuddles are exactly what he is all about.

Now, Regulus has discovered several things. He has discovered that Barty tastes like smoke and cider and shredded cheese. That Barty bites when he kisses. That Barty is a wicked, clever kisser and Regulus regrets not kissing him sooner. That Barty seems to enjoy cradling the back of Regulus’s neck and running his hands through Regulus’s hair. That running his tongue over Barty’s tongue piercing is a fascinating experience, though he hasn’t quite worked out what to actually do with the little ball of metal just yet. 

And now, Regulus is laying on the floor of Barty’s small one-bedroom apartment and some time ago his trousers and pants left his person, and he’s wrapped around Barty, one leg hooked around him, and he’s riding Barty’s thigh like his life absolutely depends on it. Like his body has a mind of its own. 

And it feels good. Barty feels good. Barty feels incredible. Regulus is high, and not on spliff, because there are fireworks shooting through his entire body, exploding at every rock of his hips, and his brain has clearly evacuated due to the danger. 

Distantly, he is aware that there are two thought trains travelling through his brain right now. The first thought train is headed somewhere within the vicinity of: Barty is family and we don’t do this with family and what if this fucks with everything between us, I can’t lose my best friend. The second thought train, the one Regulus has long boarded, is headed towards: why the fuck didn’t we do this sooner, this is the best idea ever, why have we wasted all these years not doing this. 

Regulus gasps, shivers when Barty’s slides his hands behind him and guides Regulus’s hips to grind down on his thigh harder. Regulus is dizzy. Everything about his world feels louder. Every brush of Barty’s skin against his is electric, euphoric, and he isn’t sure whether it’s from the spliff or from the sheer bliss washing through him in waves. 

Distantly, Regulus is aware that he’s moaning, whimpering, that his head is tipped back, that Barty is sucking and biting at his neck between saying something that Regulus can’t make out because it sounds like a huge blur of words strung together.

‘Fuck,’ Regulus gasps, ‘fuck, fuck,’ and then louder, startled as Barty pulls away to sit back on his haunches, ‘Fuck, what! What the fuck!’

Barty grins, laughing a little like he has been struck with the most amazing idea. He runs his hands over Regulus’s bare legs, trails the tips of his fingers across the wetness smeared along the insides of his thighs. His eyes are sparkling, though a little bit dazed. 

And then he goes down between Regulus’s legs; Regulus’s head spins and his breath hitches. He knows it’s coming, but he can’t grasp a single coherent thought well enough to not completely lose himself when it finally does come.

The first slide of Barty’s tongue through his wetness has Regulus weak and swearing loudly and filthily. He’s already so sensitive there and Barty doesn’t take things slowly (he never does). He runs his tongue directly over Regulus’s swollen arousal before taking him into his mouth. And he sucks mercilessly, rubbing his tongue back and forth, driving Regulus higher and higher and higher.

Barty pulls back suddenly, just a little, and Regulus whimpers at the loss of his touch, hands flying down to try and grab Barty's head to bring him back into place.

‘I knew it,’ Barty says. His grin is wolfish. He laughs, and Regulus can feel his breath in hot puffs between his legs. ‘I always knew you’d taste amazing.’

And then Barty goes back down, slides his tongue to tease between Regulus’s folds, takes Regulus into his mouth again. Regulus slams his hand down onto the carpet and swears, bucking into his mouth.

And he comes undone.

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

HIII can u do the prompt number 5 for floyd pls :D (romantic)

Also i saw that you eanted ppl to put 2 backup characters and prompts so my backup characters are lilia and leona and my backup prompts are the fairytale scene and the taste of salt :D (also romantic)

Take ur time and ty ! 😍

Tandem Bike; Floyd Leech

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, established relationship

Content Warning; Swearing(?), semi-serious mortal peril /hj

Word Count; 650+

Author's Note; I hope you know how to ride a bike, cuz Floyd is no help in the matter! Hope you enjoy!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

“I don’t think this is a good idea, Floyd,” you gulped, looking down the hill.

Floyd laughed behind you on the tandem bicycle, and you could feel the bike reverberate from it. “Ehhh, are ya scared?~” 

You dug your heels into the ground, making sure that the both of you wouldn’t end up going down the hill without knowing where you were going. The last thing you needed was to hit a pothole or a big enough rock and end up getting hurt. “Not scared,” you huffed, “just thinking.”

Floyd rolled his eyes, “We’ll just be up here all day then! Come on, Shrimpy.” He nudged your feet, but you dug your feet in further, cementing the bike into place. Floyd sighed and slumped his head on your shoulder. “You were the one that wanted to ride this thingy, but now you’re gettin’ cold feet about it?”

You took in a deep breath. Yes, it was your idea to take the cute tandem bike you found in the shed out for a spin, but your cycling partner had never ridden a bike before, and you also didn’t want to crash. “Just give me a minute, okay.” You clenched your hands on and off the brakes.

Floyd just looked at you curiously, before a wild smile took over his face. And when you eased up on the brakes again, he pushed you both forward. “Minute’s up!~”

And down the hill you went. Being angry could wait for later, as your main concern was making sure you were both staying upright and avoiding the aforementioned potholes and rocks. Floyd was cackling behind you, helping you steer a bit, but mainly just enjoying the wind wiping up his hair and watering up his eyes. And eventually, you started slowing down, coming to a more manageable pace that didn’t leave your hands clenching for dear life on the handlebars. But once you came to a complete stop you exploded in laughter; a mix of relief that you hadn’t died, of pure joy, and the infectious cackle that was coming from behind you.

“See, Shrimpy! That was fun,” Floyd poked you in the back. 

You got off the bike, legs a bit shaky from the adrenaline. “Yeah, it was a little bit fun.” Wait, I'm supposed to be mad at him! You could never stay mad at him for very long though.

Well, gravity is a thing, a thing that Floyd was not accounting for, and he wasn’t supporting the bike up, so he and the bike tumbled to the ground. And instead of sulking, he just laughed and got right back up.

“Wanna go again?~ This time I’ll steer!” He laughed, and hugged you, squeezing you gently.

You let out a long sigh, decompressing. “No, absolutely not,” you pushed against him slightly so you could put your hands on his shoulders.

Floyd pouted, “You’re no fun ya know.” There was no bite, he was just being pouty since he was planning on making you shriek as you both had no idea where you were going, but downhill, and downhill fast.

You hummed, kissing his cheek to bring him out of the dour mood. “And you’re no fun if you can’t go on little adventures with me. Can’t do that if we crash on that cursed thing,” you pointed your chin at the bike.

Floyd looked briefly at the bike before turning his attention back to you. “Okay, okay, okay, I got the memo, Shrimpy…” He placed a quick kiss and bite on your lips before pulling back with a wink, taking a look at his handy work. 

You could feel the slight sting. His bite wasn’t sharp enough to draw blood, but it was enough to make them puffy. “Are you proud of your handiwork?” 

“Mhm!~” Floyd pressed another kiss to your lips, but this time it was gentle, soothing the stinging sensation.

And you bit his lip back, deciding that you deserved some sweet vengeance.

Floyd pulled back, and the shocked look on his face turned into pure glee and he was doubled over laughing again. “Damn, Shrimpy! I should do that more often!~”

Wait, what?

~~~~~~~

Tags: @azulashengrottospiano, @eynnwwyjth, @hydra-sea, @identity-theft-101, @krenenbaker, @officialdaydreamer00, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

[juleslair]

Bruno Week 2024

Day 1: Sway

Kicking off with the first day of BrunoWeek2024 :)

[breannasfluff]

#13 is just asking to be for wild and either twilight or hyrule (authors choice on the second)

“By Hylia–Wild!” Twilight nearly trips over his feet as he runs to Wild. “What happened to your arm?!”

Wild looks down at his arm–or where it used to be. “Oh, don’t worry about it. It’ll grow back.”

“No it won’t?! That’s not how body parts work! You’re probably in shock; we need to staunch the bleeding–”

Twilight cuts off in the middle of yanking out a bandage, because he’s caught on to the fact that Wild’s arm isn’t actually bleeding.

“Categorized!” He almost sings. “Fire weapons are great if you are going to lose a limb.”

For some reason, this doesn’t help. The rancher turns three shades of white and wavers where he stands. “You can’t…say things like that.”

“Hey look, I have a replacement until it comes back!” Wild taps his slate with a single hand until Rauru’s arm appears. It only takes a minute to fit it over his shoulder. The magic connects and an artificial tingling fills where his arm once was. He waves at Twilight. “See?”

“That’s not grown back!”

Ah, so that’s what the problem is. Wild gently turns Twilight back to the camp. He needs to sit down before he faints. “Look, the next time I fully die it will regenerate. It’s not a big deal. I could speed it up by jumping in a lava pit or something, but honestly I don’t mind using the arm until then.”

“Everything that comes out of your mouth is a horror story, you know that?”

Wild shrugs, still directing Twilight. Best not to mention the amount of times this has happened, then.

[cilant-lis]

it's been a while since i drew anything these two together

template

[gingerrhd]

Inktober 2024 day 4

"I belive in a universe that doesn't care

We draw lines in space

Out here, because we care "

[faithblob-says-things]

Dp x Dc prompt 1

Jazz is a clone of a Justice League member (up to you who). Maddie made her by combining her own dna and the league members. Danny, a recently made League Member, is (maybe not so) discretely trying to figure out which of his coworkers it is.