WHO IS LIKING MY TWO YEAR OLD LOVELESS META ON TWITTER WITH A FUCKING BLACK BUTLER ICON AND A PAGE PLASTERED IN UNIRONIC SEBACIEL!!!!!!!!!!!!! IN GOD'S YEAR 2024!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS AIN'T ABOUT YOU
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hi guys. I have a sort of important announcement I have to make, and some of you might not even be surprised by this but my friends will be because this is where they're going to hear about it first. somehow this feels easier, to say it here. I want to be my authentic self which is really terrifying to me due to personal reasons. I don't feel fully ready to admit this even to myself but I think maybe this is a good start. you know. telling thousands of people on the internet instead of my close group of friends.
I'd like to start using she/her/he/him pronouns, skip right past they/them and go balls deep in he/him. anyways. not to be dramatic but i'm gonna throw up. please keep calling me miss cock though, in a he/him way. I don't know how to label my gender yet, but it's time I stop pretending i'm cis. hope that you guys can support me on this journey.
love, cock.
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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.
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Regarding your mer stuff... would mermen know what chalk is??
Aventurine sees it for the first time and is like that raccoon with cotton candy
or would he just straight up eat it
here is my rendition of merman aventurine with his first chalk
link to rest of the series -> here
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3rd ko-fi request: deku and bakugo having some fun after the war :-) i think they should be hospital roommates and i think they should cling to each other for a while 🤠👍 which is why deku rests more on bakugo's bed than his own ummm nurse!!!!
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