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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Based on the INT requirements for the sorceries they can cast, Rennala and Rellana are canonically two of the most intelligent characters in Elden Ring. And the fact that they both fell for unhinged, genocidal redheads is proof that intelligence is not the same as wisdom.
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sometimes family is a controlling manipulative goddess, her husband who is also her, a buff guy with a lion on his back, a single mother obsessed with an egg, a war criminal mama’s boy, a witch that slayed her mortal body, the golden boy she also killed, a himbo who fought the sky, the femboy who seduced him, his sleepy trans girl alter ego, the hemophiliac he also seduced, an amputee cursed with rot, a sad old man with a ton of horns, and a guy with an inferiority complex and a penchant for limbs, and i think that’s beautiful
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Man, Carian family reunion would be awkward.
Your younger sister is fucking a guy who is your ex-husband's new wife's son and also your ex-husband's son because your ex husband is his own new wife.
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Huh, you know, Miquella divesting Trina reminds me of this discussion when the base game came out that Radagon was trying to undermine Marika & take over completely (his portraits & statues depict him in heroic and in control pose, while Marika was crucified with eyes downcast).
Now with the DLC proving that it’s Marika who is the emotions, the part that is heavy with love and rage and sorrow, I wonder if she knew had Radagon succeeded, the current rotten Order would persist, so better to drag him to death with her too, right now. Shatter it all.
Her smashing the Elden ring turns out to be motivated by so many legit reasons, after all. The realization that she had become just like the oppressors who stuff her people into jars, the death of Godwyn, her separation from Messmer, Death was back, Radagon was trying to cast her away to maintain the current status quo… wow.
also this explains why the base game goes out of its way to show that Miquella was once close to Radagon… (those Rings of Light spells) not Marika … 💀💀💀💀 all the signs are there…
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something - or someone - was quite missing in these pictures I was seeing so I decided to put him where he belongs 🥰
I love my boys and these are for fun so I'd like to try and make more of these if I get any to work
please don't repost without credit.
original photos under the cut for comparison!
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