#back to the shadows I go

[mr-juggler]

ENA‼️‼️

[randomartmaker]

The deed is done (wasnt sure if white or sticking to gold was better so here both)

[z13lovebot]

Sillies 🤲

[tenowls]

when our darknesses overlap, let me take it all away

[paracosmicka]

have doodle lol

functionally, i am alive, emotionally?? idk about that work has me crying almost everyday now chat idk if i can do this anymore

[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.

[vesperyl]

I don't like this but here's some gay for you

comms open~

[preciouspeppermintts]

Maybe in another universe, you would have took his hand. Maybe... you could have been happy...

[paper-lilypie]

within reach

[cuppajj]

like OKKKKKKK yes ma’am

[randomartmaker]

Messed around with the prev sketch of the au-ish Chronos thing I came up with that latched onto my brain like a leech. Ngl I kinda like this one more than the two edits on this I did before. So to give the base idea of the au-ish thing here (I would like to give a disclaimer for my dumbness, my knowledge on lore and such in Hades is very much not brushed up): It's pretty much an au where Chronos and Cronus are not the same person but completely separate beings (but look similar still). The two end up fighting and Chronos loses, leading to him being ripped into shreds and eaten. Cronus gains majority of Chronos' powers and leaves behind Chronos' hourglass. Chronos reemerges from the hourglass but in a far broken unstable form. Time around him starts becoming unstable like him so to prevent from it becoming worse, He pretty much creates some pocket time realm or smth so time won't fall apart because of his now broken existence. Containing himself though it meant separating himself from everyone else as there is no exact way in getting in except for a time rift (works as a gateway like the Chaos Gate) that leads to that pocket realm he made.

In terms on how he acts: Due to him being in a more broken unstable state, He's unable to speak (no mouth moment) and can't think normally. Mind wandering off from time to time as his mind is so fragmented.

Also have a bonus sketch too:

[cowsnotcrows]

“Their hearts are delicate, like glass. Yours especially.”

[the-meme-monarch]

i love cup walka

[a-compass-without-a-needle]

This is what happened after 3.1 isn't it?

[thegenderfluidace]

brain said give @cryptidmickle amnesia smilk hair accessories and who am i to deny myself

[allimili]

Waiter waiter more elysia!y/n but it's them hugging smc in his other realm (what if their soul technically still resides in the spire they're just without a body and smc wants them to get a body so they'll be together again)

Not a hug but do you see it