#you can never really go back

[crmsnmth]

Can't Go Back

I've lost everything every time I have anything I don't grow attached to anything anymore Even has I plant my roots exactly where I didn't want I always dreamt of leaving this town and moving to the city But seriously, look how good that did me

The city chewed me up and spit me out And now I'm far to bitter for a taste But I can't go back No I can't go back Not there

I slept on beds and I've slept on green painted park benches And anywhere else I'd lay my head I played homeless while I had a home but that home was tainted with you, and your scent was still attached to my pillow We get what we get Or do we get what we deserve?

This city is a gateway to hell I'm too far in now to come back out And now I can't go back No I can't go back not there

I've broke bread with derelicts and shot up with high class women in high class hotels Some girls go for that junkie chic as if being a drug addict needs romanticizing Don't fall in love with me, not even for the night I'll make sure to leave before you wake up

The city is dark and cold And I can't get this wood to burn But I can't go back No I can't go back not there

Watch has these skyscrapers are lit on fire I watch the city engulfed in black smoke I promised I'd burn this city down studying quietly in the arsonist's art

The city is violent and I leave with black eyes and a fat lip and I can't go back no I won't go back

[eydilily]

would you bite the hand that feeds you?

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[bigfatbreak]

Birds of a Feather previous / next

[paracosmicka]

"my luminous mama" was one of the first mama memes (with mama is the most popular version of mamaposting but do not feel restricted to Just That) could u do that with super shadow

You fucking genius

My luminous mama

[quarkfancam]

Hi everyone I just post slop now. Enjoy

[remcadll]

Gen obsessed with how.. *dead* your Jason's color pallete is. Like, that's corpse pale right there. Not a spec of blood left flowing in there (also father Todd's skin being full of color in comparison is a nice touch)

THANK YOU I love making him look a bit ghoulish. Guy who's not supposed to be alive but yes he is. no he isn't <3

[licorishh]

no way she's alive ?? yea those mental health breaks because social media makes people suck are wild huh

[faewaren]

Kavinsky has now kidnapped your brother.

Just saw this post which IS very funny, but there's honestly a different version I think is a little more accurate to how things go down. (Remember Kavinsky's canon texts, i.e.: I didn't dream that for you to leave it there while you blow III? Yeah.)

[marciaillust]

I added some colours to her :)

[benevolenterrancy]

("Always. Continuously. With increasing apprehension, and decreasing hope. I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday. I will love you as a corpse loves the beak of the vulture. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this." -- paraphrased from The Beatrice Letters, Lemony Snicket)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

He is at his limit.

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[egophiliac]

so on the subject of the "Crowley is secretly Revaan/Laverne/Levin/please Twst give us his name" theory, I think my feelings are best summed up as "I don't really buy it, but it's funny". like, in all seriousness, I'm not opposed to it; I have enjoyed the writing in Twst so far and I'm willing to trust that whatever happens will, you know, make sense and not be terrible. but I'm just not really convinced by the current evidence! maybe that'll change once we learn more, we'll see!

with that said, may I propose a few alternate theories about the possible Crowley/Revaan connection:

[niewanyin]

personally, i think men need to grow a backbone like white women have done after being told by leftist spaces that they are evil and complaining about Anything is utilizing white women tears because god knows leftist men clung to the ability to be a misogynist and get away with it by putting the word "white" in front of "women" and they can act like they're the real victims of the patriarchy unlike nasty bitches who might feel unsafe around them. like if you're not secure in yourself as a person to continue doing what's right after a few mean words that you say don't apply to you, that's a problem you should figure out with a therapist.

[bunnieswithknives]

Do you have any plans on drawing twice-cursed Lyle in your "things that crawl? au? If he does indeed get twice-cursed?

Nnnot entirely sure if this is the final design I'll stick with but heres something

[jomo-is-here]

I just cant stop im sorry