#well it's just his luck

[karmawind-a]

@tempestial: no, no, no, not now ! another unfortunate encounter, another path of destruction in it’s wake. having followed dan heng into a long abandoned building ; glass cracked and shattered with the force of their wind, long scion’s clumsy footsteps, stumbling him through most of the fight, cloud piercer sluggish with its weight and the flush of his body wearing him down. he knew this song and dance like the back of his hand, the moment the mara struck and blade’s silent contempt became loud and copious. more often than not, he was unable to be reasoned with ( or seduced into their usual trysts, ) but for the first time in years he contemplated begging to be let go, to resume their match at a different time. just as words lay ready to fall from panting tongue, a well timed shove sent the lancer into a rotting table, head banging a little too hard upon the wood as it screeched against the wall. it was a long enough distraction to be caught up with, pinned with blade’s thigh between his legs and the heady scent of iron and spider lilies to flood his senses. hands would raise to grip blade’s shoulder as he neared, but, unsure quite yet whether he wanted him to back away or pull him closer. dan heng’s eyes dilated, unable to focus properly, soft lips parted, panting while he waited for the hunter to respond. around them the faint scent of lotus and petrichor fell about them like a dense fog.

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐢𝐭'𝐬   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞   𝐨𝐟   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝   𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩-𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐭   that   he'd   chased   him,   a   dog   with   the   scent   of   blood   in   it's   mouth   -   a   predator   ever   pursuant   of   wounded   prey.   the   stars   are   exceptionally   bright   tonight,   the   breeze   ethereal   and   balmy.   auspicious   lights   hang   heavy   in   the   sky   -   eight   round   globes,   full   and   bright   and   heavy   in   the   dark   sky,   beautiful   despite   their   surroundings.   the   xianzhou   luofu   is   a   massive   ship   -   one   that   has   seen   many   wars,   many   battles,   and   lofty   as   they   may   be   -   even   it   is   not   immune   to   the   scars   of   time,   so   reflected   in   the   over   grown,   dilapidated   building   that   the   sinner   had   sought   refuge   inside.   it   was   no   matter,   of   course.   the   mara   sang   in   his   blood   -   dan   heng's   scent   heavy   in   his   nostrils.   (   why   was   he   running?   why   was   he   always   running?   were   they   back   here   again?   )   there   was   no   escaping   the   blade,   no   escaping   the   death   that   sang   for   his   beloved,   a   siren's   call   to   plunge   his   sword   through   pliant   flesh   again   and   again...

ㅤㅤㅤhis   sanity   rattled   it's   cage.   he   was   missing   something   here.   forgetting   something   important.   look   up!   his   mind   seemed   to   say,   before   swift   feet   carried   him   into   the   building.   the   blade   ignored   such   thoughts,   of   course   -   instead,   he   let   his   sword   drag   upon   cobbled   stone,   lips   parting   to   reveal   too   white   teeth   while   crimson   eyes   burnished   red   in   the   dark.   wind   -   it   licked   between   them,   giving   away   dan   heng's   position   without   a   momentary   hesitation,   and   the   blade   was   on   him   in   an   instant.   ❝   nowhere   to   run!   ❞   he   sounds   almost   gleeful,   madness   permeating   the   edges   of   his   vision   as   glass   shatters   about   him,   as   his   hulking   frame   moves   with   the   fluidity   that   had   earned   him   a   place   at   the   side   of   four   powerful   immortals.   there   is   satisfaction   in   dan   heng's   pain,   satisfaction   as   he   slips   between   svelte   legs,   looming   over   him   with   sword   in   hand.   the   mara   wants,   and   wants,   and   wants   -   how   should   he   kill   him   this   time?   his   neck   was   nigh   on   bare   -   perhaps   his   fingers?   perhaps   he   could   watch   the   life   fade   that   way,   but   the   mara   did   so   enjoy   spilled   blood.   choices,   choices-

ㅤㅤㅤthe   blade   pauses.   

ㅤㅤㅤa   blink   befalls   those   candlelit   eyes,   frown   suddenly   pulling   over   his   features.   he   stares   down   at   dan   heng's   flushed   countenance,   pressing   close   and   neat   to   his   frame   -   so   much   like   a   lover,   so   much   like   he   used   to.   and   it   felt   such   a   way   too,   when   the   muscle   of   his   thigh   rubbed   against   something   hard   between   them,   and   when   that   keen,   keen   gaze   -   even   under   the   influence   of   the   mara   -   became   privy   to   the   coil   of   dragon's   smoke   that   furls   about   the   man   who   wears   the   face   of   his   former   beloved   and   has   begun   to   haunt   his   dreams   as   dan   heng   himself,   and   not   dan   feng.   

ㅤㅤㅤ❝   oh.   ❞   he   intonates   throatily,   wildness   edging   between   the   mara,   blade,   and   the   vague   remnants   of   yingxing   that   haunted   his   flesh.   ❝   oh,   you-   ❞   down,   he   leans,   sword   stabbing   into   rotting   wood   near   the   vidyadhara's   head      as   blade   sniffs,   as   he   drinks   in   the   scent   that   he   had   grown   so   accustomed   to,   that   had   helped   edge   away   his   madness,   he   lets   a   smirk   dart   across   handsome   features.   ❝   you're   moonstruck.   ❞   he   has   to   laugh.   of   course   he   does.   it's   bitter,   it's   deep,   and   it's   downright   patronizing,   especially   when   his   hands   move   to   furiously   grip   thin   hips,   and   slide   dan   heng's   body   along   the   warmth   of   his   strong   thigh.   ❝   you   fool,   did   you   not   pay   attention   to   the   signs?   ❞   perhaps   this   -   perhaps   humiliating   the   body   below   him   in   new   yet   utterly   familiar   ways   was   even   better   than   allowing   the   mara   to   run   rampant   and   drain   the   life   from   him.   ❝   poor   sanctimonious   vidyadhara.   what   a   predicament   you've   gotten   yourself   into.   ❞

ㅤㅤㅤwho   is   speaking   now?   it's   hard   to   tell,   especially   as   he   leans   downwards,   the   warmth   of   his   lips   nearing   the   shell   of   dan   heng's   ear,   and   groans   -   low   and   throaty.   ❝   what   to   do,   now   that   i   have   you   like   this,   moon   drinker?   ❞

[heartorbit]

happy halloween! 🎃🐈‍⬛👻🐇

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Look what we've become.

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[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

Danny Fenton, aka Phantom, has been given a new task!

In short, literally no one in the Ghost Zone/Infinite Realms wants their mostly peaceful afterlife to be rocked by a certain Gotham rogue named Joker. Which, when he dies, is almost sure to happen because of whatever the hell was in that vat he dropped in included ectoplasm. So, yay, he’s also a little ghostly too, meaning he *is* pretty hard to kill. Unfortunately, there’s also a certain vigilante that is quite keen to murder him in recent years.

So now Danny has to keep the mass murderer trauma clown alive for as long as he possibly can while attempting to keep the Joker from. Well. Being the Joker.

Oh, and naturally, Danny got this assignment AFTER Joker got out of Arkham. Again. And entirely blew up the asylum. Time to join the Goonion, he is NOT doing this without getting PAID, thank you.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 185

No one could get into contact with Constantine. 

Now usually that wasn’t that big of a deal, the man constantly disappeared for a few days at a time doing something or other, but he’d been completely silent and unseen for months. Usually he’ll at least answer a call to tell them to fuck off or something. 

And they really need his expertise and are getting incredibly worried for their grumpy team member. Yes he’s an asshole, but he’s their asshole, y’know? And he has a habit of getting into Situations (sure he also usually gets out of them, but what if he didn’t this time?!) 

So they’re desperate. Kind of really desperate. Desperate enough to use the summoning sigil they found on his fridge. They’d checked it, multiple times, and it should summon the hellblazer. 

“You’re not Constantine.” . 

The white-haired teen in the circle yawned, stretching and blinking at them blandly with familiar blue eyes before sighing. “Actually I am,” he stuffed his hands into his hoodie as he looked down at the summoning circle. “Well, technically just one of the many Laughing Magicians currently in the Realms.” 

He gave a grin, looking more amused than annoyed. “Pretty much every one of us is in the Realms right now for family reunion lol. (Did he just say lol out loud??) So like, you’re gonna have to specify which of us you’re tryin’ to summon. Honestly perfect timing for me thanks, the fruitloop keeps flirting with John and it’s horrific so.” 

… That was probably their John, wasn’t it…

[canisalbus]

Why do I get the feeling Vasco would just react normally to a horror. He would bake bread for the devil, man, he is the most well adjusted dude.

[humming-fly]

Team Dark Week Day 7 - Live and Learning Experience

If he can pull this off he'll earn himself a wayfinding badge for his scout sash 👌

And that's a wrap on Team Dark week!! Bit quicker with the shading and background this time because 4 panels in this style takes forever actually h a h - that said I'll be touching them up before I post this whole week of panels as a master post soon (which will include some extra little doodles I didn't get to add to the main plotline), so keep an eye out for that!

And for those of you that have been following along daily, I hope you all enjoyed this silly little hiking story!

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[mbohjeezart]

[ WIP ]

Bring a goat to a courthouse...

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

I'm sorry but James Vowles criticising how Red Bull has treated their drivers in the past, only to go and then treat Logan far worse while pulling the exact same shit Red Bull did, ie the exact behaviour he criticised and called them out for, is so freaking infuriating like the sheer hypocrisy -

[turtleblogatlast]

I think a lot about Leo’s tendency to push his way into the spotlight despite clearly being a natural in the shadows. Hell, you could argue that his worst moments are when he’s forcing himself onstage, and his best are when he does things no one notices until it’s already been done.

[hplonesomeart]

@scimagic Uhhh made this because I just think they’re dynamic is neat. Also completely agree with the Puzzle headcanon super fun silly and very on point. As we speak he is clinging for his dear life :))

I really enjoy seeing the illustrated storyline you have unfolding between the two and figured it would be nice to see this motorcycle sequence in motion. So tadaa here it is! In animated form! Now your obligated to make a full length written novel in-depth about their relationship /j

Sincerely though thanks for the creative inspiration and keep on being a swagger artist 👍✨

[cometshift]

predisasters

[lleclerc]

iceman + his concern for maverick post-hop 31

[mblue-art]

once again i was fueled with coffee (did not sleep the whole night) but this time i doodled college au to cope bc ofc i did (also did not feel like sleeping wooo)

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 190

“I’m going to adopt them.” 

“Danny no, I love you but no. Do not.” 

Danny, of course, did not listen, and instead scooped up the feral ghostling. “No no, I’m adopting. We’re adopting now. Look at his itty bitty fangs and big eyes, how can you say no to that?” 

"..."

Valerie, to no one's surprise, is not impressed with her boyfriends returning after being told to ‘go touch grass’ with a literal child. Sam, on the other hand, is not surprised at all.

“I’ll get a room in the lair set up, say kiddo, you like gargoyles?” 

The child does indeed, like gargoyles. 

[artuurle]

"If you intend to be this way It does the more enrapture me And even so I still remain A lover in captivity"

[Places this down and goes to bed before I have to reap the consequences.]