#<- just in case better safe than sorry

[starry-bi-sky]

i need to get this out of my head before i continue clone^2 but danny being the first batkid. Like, standard procedure stuff: his parents and sister die, danny ends up with Vlad Masters. He drags him along to stereotypical galas and stuff; Danny is not having a good time.

He ends up going to one of the Wayne Galas being hosted ever since elusive Bruce Wayne has returned to Gotham. Vlad is crowing about having this opportunity as he's been wanting to sink his claws into the company for a long while now. Danny is too busy grieving to care what he wants.

And like most Galas, once Vlad is done showing him off to the other socialites and the like, he disappears. Off to a dark corner, or to one of the many balconies; doesn't matter. There he runs into said star of the show, Bruce who is still young, has been Batman for at least a year at this point, but still getting used to all these damn people and socializing. He's stepped off to hide for a few minutes before stepping back into the shark tank.

And he runs into a kid with circles under his eyes and a dull gleam in them. Familiar, like looking into a mirror.

Danny tries to excuse himself, he hasn't stopped crying since his parents died and it's been months. He rubs his eyes and stands up, and stumbles over a half-hearted apology to Mister Wayne. Some of Vlad's etiquette lessons kicking in.

Bruce is awkward, but he softens. "That's alright, lad," he says, pulling up some of that Brucie Wayne confidence, "I was just coming out here to get some fresh air."

There's a little pressing; Bruce asks who he's here with, Danny says, voice quiet and grief-stricken, that he's with his godfather Vlad Masters. Bruce asks him if he knows where he is, and Danny tells him he does. Bruce offers to leave, Danny tells him to do whatever he wants.

It ends with Bruce staying, standing off to the side with Danny in silence. Neither of them say a word, and Danny eventually leaves first in that same silence.

Bruce looks into Vlad Masters after everything is over, his interest piqued. He finds news about him taking in Danny Fenton: he looks into Danny Fenton. He finds news articles about his parents' deaths, their occupations, everything he can get his hands on.

At the next gala, he sees Danny again. And he looks the same as ever: quiet like a ghost, just as pale, and full of grief. Bruce sits in silence with him again for nearly ten minutes before he strikes a conversation.

"Do you like to do anything?"

Nothing. Just silence.

Bruce isn't quite sure what to do: comfort is not his forte, and Danny doesn't know him. He's smart enough to know that. So he starts talking about other things; anything he can think of that Brucie Wayne might say, that also wasn't inappropriate for a kid to hear.

Danny says nothing the entire time, and is again the first to leave.

Bruce watches from a distance as he intercts with Vlad Masters; how Vlad Masters interacts with him. He doesn't like what he sees: Vlad Masters keeps a hand on Danny's shoulder like one would hold onto the collar of a dog. He parades him around like a trophy he won.

And there are moments, when someone gets too close or when someone tries to shake Danny's hand, of deep possessiveness that flints over Vlad Masters' eyes. Like a dragon guarding a horde.

He plays the act of doting godfather well: but Bruce knows a liar when he sees one. Like recognizes like.

Danny is dull-eyed and blank faced the entire time; he looks miserable.

So Bruce tries to host more parties; if only so that he can talk to Danny alone. Vlad seems all too happy to attend, toting Danny along like a ribbon, and on the dot every hour, Danny slips away to somewhere to hide. Bruce appears twenty minutes later.

"I was looking into your godfather's company," he says one night, trying to think of more things to say. Some nights all they do is sit in silence. "Some of my shareholders were thinking of partnering up--"

"Don't."

He stops. Danny hardly says a word to him, he doesn't even look at him -- he's sitting on the ground, his head in his knees. Like he's trying to hide from the world. But he's looking, blue eyes piercing up at Bruce.

Bruce tilts his head, practiced puppy-like. "Pardon?"

"Don't." Danny says, strongly. "Don't make any deals with Vlad."

It's the most words Danny's spoken to him, and there's a look in his eyes like a candle finding its spark. Something hard. Bruce presses further, "And why is that?"

The spark flutters, and flushes out. Danny blinks like he's coming out of a trance, and slumps back into himself. "Just don't."

Bruce stares at him, thoughtful, before looking away. "Alright. I won't."

And they fall back into silence.

Danny, when he leaves, turns to look at Bruce, "I mean it." He says; soft like he's telling a secret, "Don't make any deals with him. Don't be alone with him. Don't work with him."

He's scampered away before Bruce can question him further.

(He never planned on working with Vlad Masters and his company; he's done his research. He's seen the misfortune. But nothing ever leads back to him. There's no evidence of anything. But Danny knows something.)

At their next meeting, Danny starts the conversation. It's new, and it's welcomed. He says, cutting through their five minute quiet, that he likes stars. And he doesn't like that he can't see them in Gotham.

Bruce hums in interest, and Danny continues talking. It's as if floodgates had been opened, and as Bruce takes a sip of his wine, it tastes like victory.

("Tucker told me once--") ("Tucker?") ("Oh-- uh, one of my best friends. He's a tech geek. We haven't talked in a while.")

(Danny shut down in his grief -- his friends are worried, but can't reach him. When he goes back to the manor with Vlad, he fishes out his phone and sends them a message.)

(They are ecstatic to hear from him.)

It all culminates until one day, when Danny is leaving to go back inside, that Bruce speaks up. "You know," He says, leaning against the railing. "The manor has many rooms; plenty of space for a guest."

The implication there, hidden between the lines. And Danny is smart, he looks at Bruce with a sharp glean in his eyes, and he nods. "Good to know."

The next time they see each other, Danny has something in his hands. "Can you hold onto something for me?" He asks.

When Bruce agrees, Danny places a pearl into his palm. or, at least, it's something that looks like a pearl. Because it's cold to the touch; sinking into Bruce's white silk gloves with ease and shimmering like an opal. It moves a little as it settles into his hand, and the moves like its full of liquid.

Bruce has never seen anything like it before, but he does know this; it's not human. "What is it?" He asks, and Danny looks uncomfortable.

"I can't tell you that." He says, shifting on his foot like he's scared of someone seeing it. "But please be careful with it. Treat it like it's extremely fragile."

When Bruce gets home, he puts it in an empty ring box and hides the box in the cave. He tries researching into what it is. he can't find anything concrete.

Everything comes to a head one day when Danny appears at the manor's doorstep one evening, soaking wet in the rain, and bleeding from the side.

[shorthaltsjester]

you ever think about vex and percy being so stand-offish and snarky to vox machina but vex being the first one to call them all family and percy cushioning scanlan’s leaving by reminding them they are a family, and percy quietly confessing to grog that it’s nice to have an older brother again? you ever think about the fact that percy and vex, members of a party that — except on rare occasions — existed as a group of seven, had five kids?

[hypewinter]

This is a Danny POV tidbit from this right here. I didn't put it with the rest because I felt it might be a little jarring to suddenly switch to it. Plus it got way longer than anticipated.

Also tw warning for possible body horror and vivisection.

Anyway here we go!

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Danny's life was finally looking up. His rogues had calmed down with their attacks (They were now more like sparring matches than anything) and he was finally getting sleep which of course meant he was doing better in school. But the best part was his parents had accepted him!

It had taken him a lot of courage to talk to them. So many different scenarios had ran through his mind and his knew it was risky without any backup. He was just so tired though. Tired of hiding his secret, tired of dismantling their weapons behind their backs, tired of running from them, his own parents. So he had made the decision to tell them.

It was a little... rocky at first sure. His dad wouldn't stop spontaneously hugging him for a week and it didn't take an expert to know his mom still had her reservations. But his dad had assured him she was coming around and Danny trusted his dad.

That's why when Maddie came into his room one evening, with Jack out doing something, asking for help with something in the basement, he hadn't suspected anything. This was just her trying to bond after everything that went down right? That's what Danny told himself to ease the growing pit in his stomach.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs and painful electricity coursed through his body, Danny cursed himself for not listening to his instincts, the very things that had allowed him to survive for so long. Then everything went black.

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When Danny came to, he was strapped to a table. The lights overhead blinded him and made his growing headache much worse. Then he heard shuffling as someone got closer.

Danny craned his neck to see who it was, the guys in white perhaps? No, it was much worse.

"Mom?"

"Don't call me that ghost!" She snarled, "You may have somehow fooled my husband but you won't trick me." As she said this, she fixed her gloves and pulled a little table towards her.

Danny couldn't see what was on the table, but he didn't have to.

"Mom." He whimpered, "mom it's me, it's Danny. I swear it's me please."

But his words fell on deaf ears. Maddie plucked a scalpel off the table. "Once I expose you for the imposter you are, we'll be able to get back to our work."

"No. No no no no no no NO!" Danny jerked against his restraints. Tried everything, anything to get free. But it was no use. He couldn't transform, couldn't even go intangible. All he could do was look in horror as the scalpel descended towards his chest.

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He could vaguely hear his mother scribbling things down on a clipboard as she cut out his organs one by one. She also seemed to be muttering something. To herself or to a recording device Danny wasn't sure. All he could feel was pain.

He desperately wanted it to stop but he had long since exhausted his strength. Too weak to do anything about his predicament, Danny's mind instead tried to search for comfort inward.

In his mind, big strong arms surrounded him, protecting him from danger. His dad. He wanted his dad. He wanted Jack Fenton to wrap him in his arms and tell him everything was going to be alright.

He wanted to go back to a time where he would have believed that.

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Danny's first memory was of voices. Well he thinks that's his first memory. He gets a feel that there was a memory before that. One of...pain? But it was so distant and blurry, Danny decided that was a dream.

Danny was snapped out of his thoughts by the voices getting closer. One was loud and frantic. He didn't like that voice. The other was... tired maybe even sad or angry. Regardless it was much softer than the first voice.

The voices got closer and closer until Danny felt himself being picked up and embraced. He liked the embrace. It was warm and comforting. Somehow Danny knew, now that he was in these arms, he was safe. And so, he fell asleep, content to be enveloped in these warm, safe arms.

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There was a noise that startled Danny awake. He blinked at the white door in front of him. Strange, the last thing he remembered was a dark room. A scary room. The door opened to reveal a man. The man was weird with long hair pulled back into a ponytail. The weird man had a funny look on his face , as if he didn't want to see Danny or the Safe Arms. Then that man's face changed as Safe Arms spoke. He looked like he couldn't settle on which emotion to show was trying to show all of them. Danny concluded the weird man was in fact a funny man.

The man let them instead and the two began talking. Danny tried to stay awake but what they were talking about was sooooo boring and Safe Arm's hold was sooooo warm. In the end, Danny drifted off once again.

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They were moving, Danny knew that much. He also knew there was some sort of restraint keeping his still. Danny didn't like that. He wasn't sure why, he just didn't. So he tugged and fussed at it.

Next thing he knew, hands reached down and unclasped his restraints. Then the big strong hands pulled him up.

"Don't worry Danno." The voice said, "You're dad's got you and I'll protect you."

Dad. That's right, this was his dad. Danny cooed as he snuggled into his chest.

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Danny liked being with his dad but he wasn't sure he liked being in this city. It was stinky and the people were all weird. Then again it had a lot of ectoplasm and Danny loved ectoplasm. Plus he was able to play fun games with his dad here so maybe it wasn't all bad.

If only the weird people in costumes would stop staring at him through the window.

Next POV!

Edit: A paragraph was out of place. No idea how that happened.

[stoneshipmapper]

<I can learn so much studying my own body…>

[doveshovel]

Hand practice doodle that made me (try to) make another silent comic thing :) In this one Hunter starts to gut a fish, and in doing so, experiences a distorted memory of the time he processed the body of his father for easy storage.

He's mellowed out a lot since losing his memory. Current Hunter's a mild sort of person, who shies away from confrontation, and is very slow to anger at anyone but himself. In youth though, he was much more of a loose cannon with a short fuse.

Comic thing's tucked below due to darker themes and viscera!

Content warnings: dead fish, a self indulgent amount of blood, exposed (fish) organs, (implied) human corpse, excessive eyes/eye contact

[rivensbane]

i finished the final shape

[ciipher-arts]

Honestly just wanted an excuse to draw a more intimidating Bruno being super pretty, now I kinda wanna draw Abbacchio and Diavolo too LOL

I'm very normal about him I promise

Also blood version under the cut cuz I needed the practice

[aqqleshiqqing-archive]

they had pokedonalds after this ☝️

[purupurple]

ah yes, again with the many-tanjerins-one-cerise doodle compilation. this time we see tanjerin interacting with various npcs that aren't team snakemouth (shockingly) such as crisbee, venus, fry, and aria. some fun facts (that are not confirmed canon by the devs, like most things pines and i do because we're honestly just goofing around):

fruity bugs are almost entirely herbivorous. for some reason, i've drawn tanj eating burgers before. impossible burgers, maybe...?

i did in fact make a tanjerin cookie once. it was just a plain spritz cookie recipe and he was cut out and carved, but my mother ate him thinking he was a failed attempt at a bell

when fruity bugs get sick, its referred to as "the common mold". they turn greenish like an unripe fruit. it typically goes away in a few days with rest and plenty of water, just like a regular cold.

[outofthiisworld]

👽// Mm. Real talk for just a moment before continuing back to our regular silly time schedule.

Genuinely, I do wonder what spurs people into sending unkind messages under anonymity. There’s the classic explanations of course: gets their rocks off, some sort of unhealthy catharsis, typical bully behavior of not having a proper outlet at home, etc etc etc.

None of that is an excuse. Everyone is going through something or another, and still they choose kindness.

All this to say is for the person who’s been making burner ‘anon’ accounts because they’ve been hurt by me softblocking them after I turned off anons: from what I can tell, you have wonderful mutuals who do want to write with you. I am literally Just Some Guy™️ who isn’t worth getting upset over.

There’s no bad blood on my side. I ask that no one say anything unkind on this post too. While I hope your days get better and easier my mysterious anon, I will not be addressing any of your messages.

[cold-open]

pizza tower does such a good job making you care about its main character just through the act of playing as him, without the need for any kind of dialogue or heavy-handed storytelling. like, you end up attached to peppino by the end of the game bc his frantic reactions to everything that’s happening are so exaggerated and visible and fun. so when it finally comes time for him to fight back you’re like YES! HELL YES! Fuck em UP peppino!! and it feels so damn good. god this game was so good and just genuinely enjoyable to play.

[perereiii]

hey if you are going to be reading the book of bill in the future,

We will be posting spoilers about it from tomorrow (Tues, 23rd of June) onward!

Make sure to block the tag ‘#book of bill spoilers’, ‘#idiots read tbob’, or ‘#the book of bill’. Posts containing spoilers will be tagged with all three.

[kurjat]

(audio from this edit collage cant find it anywheer else) Ive had this lil edit of Cioccolata destruction only at hand for a week now and i just dont like it but idk I guess I should post it anyways :D I might try this idea w some other song.. I love how much footage of just. mold growth and mayhem i got when i was making my scenepack of him and I thought itd be fun to make smth like this :D

[nin-deer]

just finished episode five ✌️

i am so alsdkjhfalskdjhflksdhaf

anyways im glad peekaboo is okay <3

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1215

CW: Animal attack

@sillywhumpcreature said:

Animal mauling oh my god - I barely see any of that and we need more of it.

You’re right:

Infected wounds that spark high fevers

Jagged scars/broken bones.

The resounding trauma/ fear of animals. 

^ Or maybe the whumpee is sympathetic, but on the other hand the friends are worried every time they go near an animal/creature.

In a fantasy setting: the anxiety of walking through thick forests/mountainous areas/caves due to the known predators.

In a medieval setting: a whumpee could literally be left to wolves - they’re exiled from the village to fend for themselves. 

The terror of being hunted. 

[eeveelikessoda]

The Ink Demonth Day 22: Heartbeat

“Got you’re eyes on someone, Sam?”

“…”

“…yeah.”

Samsie???? Yes!! I’m not a big shipper, but I do vibe with this one. In my au (which is what I’ve been posting about), Samsie is canon, but it’s not important to the plot (which barely exists). Don’t expect more shipping content from me, that’s not really my thing! Hope yall like this tiny crumb of Samsie content tho!