#Blood and Bond

[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.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The dog days are over.

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[dyke-in-crisis]

tattooneedle anyone?? commissions patreon

[0vergrowngraveyard]

werehog hurt little brother??? werehog monster????

[heph]

Food - More than Sustenance

[manderleyfire]

BOYD CROWDER & AVA CROWDER in 'JUSTIFIED' (SEASON 2)

I lied for you taking that mining money. This is different, Ava. I guess me taking you in and building you up was a mistake. Just set you back to square one. That's not true. You took me in, and you healed me, Ava. You give me a reason to wake up in the morning. For that, I'll be eternally grateful.

[emblazons]

Jacaerys Velaryon & Cregan Stark House of the Dragon | S02E01 - A Son for a Son

[kakyogay]

⚠️ploppy playbime chaper 3 spoiler and gore warnig ⚠️

the line goes so hard!!!!!1

(stupid dog getting me really into this stuid game and breaking my rain world streak grrr grrrr >:[ /pos)

pics without text under cut <3

[katzenkarussell]

Uncle & Nephew bonding 💖💖

[serethereal]

rb to form a blood pact w prev

[starry-bi-sky]

DPXDC CFAU Headcanon: Ghostspeak Edition

Ghosts in the Infinite Realms who saw Jason and Danny together called them "luzdra", a term in ghost speak that directly translates into the words "shared soul". It's literal definition is; "two ghosts with a bond so deep that it was as if they had split their souls in half and given one to the other", but in general it just means two ghosts with a profound, indescribable bond.

Luzdrus is the singular form of the word, and refers to only one ghost in the bond. While "luzdra" is plural and either refers to both of them together, or the relationship as a whole. It depends on the context of the conversation and who they're saying it to.

There is no romantic, platonic, or familial connotation behind the word. It just means "someone who shares a deep bond with someone" and can be between anyone.

It also does not mean soulmate, and if you say that you'll be corrected. Soulmates implies that their bond was destined by the universe, luzdra are two people who developed and built that bond themselves. It's a relationship forged between two (or more) people.

Some of Danny's rogues -- like Kitty and Johnny, who might've seen the two together and are possibly luzdra themselves -- still call him 'luzdrus' even after Jason's disappearance from the Zone. Danny doesn't know how to feel about it.

[pretend-pretend-vampire]

[valtsv]

i think it was inevitable that i would grow up into a body horror freak really because one of my dad's favorite pastimes used to be getting drunk enough to loosen his inhibitions and then telling me about all the horrifying shit he'd witnessed human bodies do or have happen to them in his various life experiences. i learned what a bullet exit wound looked like when i was 10 thanks to that man. and to be clear i loved it and frequently asked him for more stories, he was not forcing me to stay and listen to his gory tales.

[fanfic-writer-and-rambler]

Wholesome headcanon when Damian Wayne moved in with his father.

Damian Wayne tries to sleep, but wakes up and smacks his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

Damian: Hm, I need water.

Damian gets out of his bed and walks to the kitchen where he finds his brother eating cookies.

Damian: Hi father.

Bruce: Hello... Son. Why are you up late?

Damian walks to the fridge.

Damian: I needed water. I'm thirsty.

Bruce: Oh okay, I'll get a glass.

Bruce gets a glass as Damian brings over a pitcher of water. Bruce pours water into the glass. Damien takes a sip.

Damian: What you eating?

Bruce: Oreos.

Damian: They're sandwich cookies.

Bruce: Yeah, Oreos. Have you never tried them?

Damian: Grandfather didn't care for sweets. I never ate cookies or cakes, he said it would hinder being an assassin.

Bruce: He's not here now, I am and I'm your... Father, but you can call me dad or whatever I'm not forcing it, but um you can have sweets. Starting with this Oreo.

Bruce holds out an Oreo to his son. Damian takes it and bites it. He smiles.

Damian: This is delicious and crunchy like a celery stick, but doesn't taste like weird water.

Bruce: Yep that's a good definition. Would you... Like to eat more with me?

Damian: Hm...

Damian takes a sip from glass of water.

Damian: Yes. Yes I would.

Damian grabs a chair and brings it to the counter, he steps on it and holds out his hand. Bruce happily passed him cookies.

Damian: Can you tell me what other sweets I can eat?

Bruce: I can have Alfred make some samples for you.

Damian: That's nice of you to do, father. I think I'm going to like it here.

Bruce: I bribed you with sweets... that's a good start.

Damian: I mean I ate celery for my dessert back with my mother. You gave me Oreos, so you're doing pretty good.

Bruce smiles, dipping his cookie in the milk glass he has. Damian reaches over with his cookies and does so as well.

[pissmaster8000]

ok so you know how sometimes when people get organ transplants they sometimes get characteristics of the people that gave them the organ? like a man suddenly growing a love for music because his donor was a musician, WITHOUT knowing they were a musician prior to the change, what if something similar had happened to Dio? it took over 30 years for him to take full control over Jonathan's body, what if in that time he got to feel more human than he ever did? he saw a dog walking down the sidewalk and got an urge to pet it? what if he could feel all the pain he cause him and still, at the same time, all the LOVE Jonathan had for him?

would it make him furious, that despite him doing his best to make his life miserable, being nothing but cruel and cold all their childhood and later killing his father in cold blood, Jonathan STILL loved him? i saw an au where Dio does take control over Jonathan's body early on, but his Joestar genes are so much stronger than him that it makes his hair turn black. a reminder that he was stronger than him, more resilient, and a sure-fire way of making sure Dio never forgets that. i need to lie down.

[bevirspnsblmnt]

I've finally started re-playing Khael's campagn, and have been sanding out al the bits and pieces left of his character :) so have a lil backstory moment and please meet my devotion paladin Apollo! (he was originally a scrapped DND character, now he's Khael's dream visitor and occasionally Tav - I'm playing as him to cushion my evil-no-good durge playthrough)