#and it is still intact

[usa-chins]

'Sorry but I don't remember you'

[miscellaneousrenaissant]

Ep 3 AU in which Evan succeeded on his death save but lost his arm, so K made him a prosthesis while the group was still on Galamanis

[mikqchoux]

"surprisingly way stronger than he looks"

[princedevitt]

[w1f1n1ghtm4r3]

got really in the mood to draw a room so i drew one

[benevolenterrancy]

@fluffypurpleglitterdemon "Literally Himself" was really a highlight for me, love when mistaken identity / miscommunication gets to the point that the love rival is oneself, absolutely peak hilarity imho. They really are both just completely ridiculous and more than a little pathetic... love that in a man u.u

[clumsypuppy]

littlest furth shop

@laikascomet

[fisheito]

He's a magician

[starry-songs-canvas]

Danny is literally Kryptonite

Sorry for the late post, holidays have been busy this year. Anyway, enjoy my newest dpxdc prompt!

The kryptonite didn’t work.

Batman is now running on… limited options.

Superman had been possessed again, but this time with an unknown. He is exhibiting signs of extreme degradation at this point, after the several hours of fighting. Justice League Dark have been unsuccessful with any long ranged spells, and whatever it is controlling Superman has not allowed them to get close.

The Flash is down, as is Wonder Woman. The remaining Supers started showing the effects of Kryptonite whenever they got in a radius of Superman, so they have been put on civilian rescue.

Things… are looking grim.

Suddenly, a black blur flies and slams into Superman, then straightens up to reveal a young, white haired teen, floating above Superman in a crater.

“Ya’ll are REALLY trying to make me look like a villain, aren’t yah?”

. . .

The fight lasts for thirty minutes, while the young hero(?) seems to stall him, keeping the fight within a one-mile radius, lessening the damage to the city. Well, as much as he can, at this point.

“Got it!” He yells suddenly, grabbing and throwing Superman to two other teenagers and… a dream catcher? A glowing green dream catcher.

Superman tumbles through it, and a green blobbed-shaped entity lifts off of him, and is immediately vacuumed into- a soup thermos, why not- by one of the other teenagers.

Just.

what?

[canisalbus]

Young Machete, a sickly little Fiat Balilla, prone to engine knocking, surprisingly grew into a fast and powerful Alfa Romeo 6C 2300.

.

[alicentflorent]

“The surviving Yellowjackets are literally the worst people”

They had to get involved in ritualistic murder and cannibalism to survive out there so of course the survivors would be the most brutal, morally corrupt of the bunch. Being a good person and sticking to some moral code wasn’t going to help anyone survive the wilderness and the insanity that came with it. Hope this helps.

[in-tua-deep]

Was thinking about how even though ART threatened its life and terrified it the literal first time they met and even so ART is its best friend while gurathin is clearly cared about but will always get the label of “the client that murderbot Doesn’t Like” in a way that just feels different to me

And I genuinely don’t remember but… did gurathin ever apologize to murderbot??

Not for being suspicious or careful or whatever, but the way ART did. Bc in their first interaction, ART apologized not for threatening it, but for scaring it

Acknowledging that it has feelings and that ART’s actions had consequences that directly affected the wellbeing of murderbot and that murderbot had valid reasons for “sulking” or not wanting to engage with ART in that moment. Because ART scared it.

I think that waking up hurt and vulnerable and finding out that someone you didn’t trust dug inside your mind and dragged out your biggest secrets that, if known, you are certain will directly lead to your death. Well. I just think that would be incredibly scary is all

[rainystressed247]

Hi

This is so late I’m sorry

(This horn is like a tree branch shape)

By the magical unicorn property, I announced that as the subject of his wrath, you are f*

He is very cool looking! I like his coat! Look like sth I would like to snuggle in🫣

[ghostfiish]

Practicing Jinwoos

[turned-feral]

to the victor go the spoils

(followed @attyrocious's super helpful process explanation for this piece!!)

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

you as a minor god, one that few people remember and even fewer people worship. perhaps you're the god of grasses that wave in the breeze, or of the mist that hugs the earth in the morning, or you rule over the blinking lights of fireflies. whatever your dominion, it's considered small and unimportant to the wider world of Teyvat- you only have one place of worship, a small shrine tucked away in a grove of trees. but that doesn't bother you, it simply means less strife for you to deal with, your little domain at the foot of the mountains carrying an aura of peace and gentle prosperity.

perhaps that's why an injured Abyss creature finds his way to your doorstep, clawing his way out from a schism in the ground before collapsing outside of your domain, blood staining the grass. you let out a startled yell when you find him, kneeling to examine the poor monster's wounds- the barrier to your home must have perceived him as a danger and kept him from entering. well, you'll be having none of that! everyone is welcome in your domain, so with a wave of your hand you dissolve the seal between it and the outside world and carefully bring the Abyssal beast in, laying him down in a patch of sun as you begin tending to his injuries.

Foul Legacy awakens looking up into your brilliant eyes, alight with a faint divine glow, and without even thinking he begins to softly purr.

he becomes a constant companion in your life, following you around your domain even when he's forced to limp on an injured leg. Legacy ventures outside with you the moment his wounds are relatively healed, curiously poking around Teyvat in awe and admiring all the lush plant life and light. he tries to look directly at the sun at one point- bad idea- and lets out a pained screech, whining as you comfort him and help clear the spots dancing in his sight. you even show him your shrine, covering your mouth to conceal your laughter when he immediately bounds over and curls up in the patch of sunlight in front of the small structure. mortals begin calling you the god with a monster, as Foul Legacy is always by your side. he likes that, being yours, just as you are his.

yet he still couldn't protect you when the Archon War arrived, your remains turning to dust before he reaches you. people swore they heard anguished screams that night, from a grove of trees surrounding a small shrine of a forgotten, lost god