#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! 🎃🐈‍⬛👻🐇

[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.

[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.

[cometshift]

predisasters

[kazanskyy]

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)

[chirpsythismorning]

El being *12 hours earlier* than the Cali timeline when she arrives at Nina. Will saying ‘it’s been 9 hrs’ in the scene following his monologue in the van.

We know that at some point their timelines merged when they arrived to save her…

But we don’t know when exactly those alignments took place when they were still apart… which just makes you wonder…

[merakiui]

Had a thought I wanted to share (CW for noncon+Yan stuff)

Idia being so obsessive and horny and making a sex doll that looks just like his darling, and using an enchanted onahole to ensure it feels exactly like them - even reacting and tightening just like them~

The one issue is that (either on purpose or accidentally) it turns out his darling can feel everything he does to the doll.

Omg yes!! This trope works so well for Idia. Not only is he using the doll for pleasure, he’s also treating it as practice for when he (hopefully) gets to fuck the real version sometime in the future. Even though creating something like this is no sweat for a genius like him, Idia feels like he’s really outdone himself. As synthetic as everything is, it’s still very soft and lifelike, functioning just like his darling beloved’s tight hole. He uses it more times than he'd like to admit, but he just can't help it. It feels too good, and there’s no way he's confident enough to talk to you in person, much less even broach the idea of dates, relationships, or sex. So this doll will have to do for now, and it certainly works wonders. It’s so warm and wet inside, and the doll's hole hugs his cock so snugly. He likes it even more because he can dress the doll up in your clothes just to pretend it's really you underneath him.

Unfortunately, there’s more to the doll than he knows.

You’re in class when it first happens, lazily scribbling away in your notebook while Professor Trein drones on about magic history. It’s the strangest, most invasive sensation. One minute you think you might fall asleep out of sheer boredom, and the next you’re jolting awake when a slick finger traces along your hole before sliding in. You’re staring hard at your notebook, wondering if that really just happened. But then another finger is easing in, and now these phantom fingers are beginning to work you open. Thankfully, that’s all that occurs. You manage to escape class right as the bell rings, your lips bloody from how roughly you bit down to silence your noises, hurrying to the washroom to see what's causing this. The minute the door shuts behind you, though, is when the fleshy head of someone’s cock is prodding at your hole. You can't see it, but it’s there and it's pushing inside, inches stretching you so slowly before whoever it is swiftly bottoms out, promptly knocking all coherent thoughts from your brain.

You’re fucked silly against the wall by an invisible dick and it takes all of your restraint not to make the lewdest sounds you can possibly produce. By the time this person has finished using you, your hole is spattered with cum and you think you might just faint from the overstimulation. Luckily for Idia he has a surprising amount of stamina when he’s in the mood. Unluckily for you, you’re going to be spending the rest of that day bedridden for…reasons. :) and he always cums inside no matter what, so you’ll be very exhausted and very filled by the end of everything.

[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. 

[padsmoony04]

Friendly reminder that THIS version of Batman is a 2004 baby... yeah... this Batman is set in 2028. He was born on February 19th of 2004... yeah...

[batsyheere]

So. John Constantine. I wish I saw more of him in fics involving Danny Phantom because it's the funniest thing? And not in the general "most of the magical world knows or has heard of John and dislikes him" or the "You have given me a lot of paperwork" way of connections a lot of fics give them but in like a "Danny took one look at this sad trench coat man and decided he needed a friend"

It doesn't even have to be like, any kind of adoption. Danny just handles his own magical stuff, runs across Constantine and then consistently remains happy to see him. Helps him out. Likes to bicker with him and trade tips and stories. Whether Danny is a teen still or a young adult changes some things, like how Constantine interacts back at first, but otherwise it ends up with a rather decent friendship that Constantine feels a little too lucky about.

[sophrxsynes]

remember back in the rcdart era of tumblr when drawing fetishistic hyperfeminine caricatures of trans men with huge tits and hips and snatched waists and womens lingerie and makeup and pussies out got you ran off the site. now it's completely encouraged and is the default way people portray trans men and if you have a problem with it suddenly you're the monster. normal pro trans website great allyship