#arush

[a-weird-cryptid]

Jup, you see that right... It's yet another DnD character!

A dragonborn artificer called Arush :)

[drw-team-mom]

ZEMRA IMEEEEEEE 😭😩❤️💞🇦🇱

10/23/23

[cosmobrain00]

ppl writing characters fighting in fics is so telling bc it will immediately show if they actually get them or not

[pastart]

Meidan Gil Arush (2022)

[pinkeoni]

Believe it or not and no matter how underwritten it may be I do prefer to ship a girl with the girl she has a crush on over a straight girl

[soulcake7teen]

Therapist: what do you miss the most?

Me:

Please add to the list

[wompwomf]

i finally finished Arush' design and fleshed out his character lore

ill get to his sister, Nepo, in a minute... maybe...

update: i added his tail oops

[nanceberry]

life, it never die women are my favourite guy

dir. jonathan byers

[cannibalismyuri]

I WASN'T LYING.

[venustapolis]

Unknown Title (Arush Votsmush, 2012)

[midnightrabbiinspired]

United Souls - Finding a Home in Israel, Journey with Soul to the soon-to-be Unified Holy Land!

United Souls – Extracts from New Book Section 2 – by Eli Goldsmith – Part 45 – Finding a Home in Israel, Journey with Soul to the soon-to-be Unified Holy Land! United Souls – Section 2 by Eli Goldsmith – A Journey towards Real Unification in Everyway… Continued – Check out Part 43-45 for the Intro & Flow… https://eligoldsmith.substack.com/p/united-souls-extracts-from-new-book-8f6 Finding a Home…

[cosmobrain00]

anyone else love drummer girls as much as me yes or no (feat: mr. motherthroat's lovely oc akari bandō🫶)

[pastart]

Meidan Gil Arush (2022)

[cosmobrain00]

drew this doodle for max aka cosmobrain00's amazing fic for bylerween2023 thatll totally blow ur mind (trust me ive read ahead (not to brag) n its Amazing), even tho its 2nd pov its Not a self insert ! ! ! "You" is my smoochie and none of u

[chaosheadspace]

For the kiss prompts: 20 or 22 for Dreamling please?

Thank you! Those are on a scar / in arush of adrenaline.

Under a cut bc spoilers for TKO. I'm afraid if you haven't read the comics, this won't make a lot of sense, I apologise.

It's raining heavily, the wind howling and trying to knock him off balance. There's lightning and fire in the sky of the landscape Hob somehow knows, although he could swear he's never been here before.

“You can't have him!” He shouts through the icy prickle of rain, against the storm, against the shadows. “If you want him, you have to go through me first! And I won't let you! He's my friend!”

Disembodied laughter before him, behind him, around him, three-toned, malicious, gleeful.

“Please, Hob,” Dream says from behind him, calm, defeated. It nauseates Hob to his bones. “You need not be caught in this. This is not your fight. Please.”

“Like hell it isn't!” Hob screams, his fingers clutching the roughly hewn spear cold, numb. He will not back down, not from this. He won't let them.

A figure before him, sudden, without warning. She is dark, beautiful. She fills Hob's heart with dread, because he knows her without ever having seen her, like the land, like his heart.

She walks past him unharmed, unopposed, because Hob knows he cannot touch her, just like she cannot touch him. His insides burn, agonising grief scorching his soul.

“Please,” he begs. “Please, no. No.”

“This ends here and now,” she says, authority dripping from every word like tar. “I won't let this go on. Shame on you,” she shakes her head at Dream. “And shame on you,” she points at the sky. “This is over now.”

“No,” Hob whispers, powerless, sinking to his knees. His vision swims, his heart beating faster than any heart ever ought to be inside any living thing.

“I am tired, my sister,” he can hear Dream say. Hob cannot see him. Not anymore. Blackness shrouds him, muffles his senses. Hob cannot feel his body. He desperately wants to scream, to thrash, to do something, anything, but everything is so heavy—

Hob wakes with a gasp, mid-struggle with his blanket, a confused yell ripping out of his lungs. Before he can even catch his breath, he can hear a crash from his living room.

Hob vaults out of bed, needing no light after seven years in the same flat, adrenaline pumping through his veins, hammering through his heart. This is a nightmare, an endless series of nightmares—

A figure on his couch. A person. A familiar person.

It all crashes down on Hob at once, a sudden halt to his system, the fight, the hopelessness, the fear. The comedown is brutal, the residual rush in his blood making him shake, tremble, pausing for long seconds.

“Dream?” he whispers, disbelieving. It is Dream, unmistakably, in the faint, slated streetlamp light coming through the window.

In two strides he's over by the sofa, at Dream's side who's crumpled half on it, half off it.

Dream just groans in answer, pale, boneless, as Hob clumsily hauls him up into the cushions, into his lap. He is warm. He is breathing, heavily so, his chest heaving against Hob’s body. He is barely conscious when Hob takes a closer look.

There's a red scar marring Dream's cheek, and Hob takes his face into his hands, planting a relieved kiss on it before drawing Dream tightly against his chest, tears streaming down his face. “Dream,” he sobs, rocking him. “Oh, Dream.”

He gets no answer, but slowly, surely, he can feel Dream's arms sneak around his waist.

Send me a kissy prompt or grad the other ones here