#bad blood ship

[brothebro]

Okay so i may have started a new dpxdc fic

The summary and first few sentences:

There is a man floating parallel to the old carpet floor of Jason's apartment.

More accurately, it's his downstairs neighbour, Daniil Nightingale, in all his 6'5, Cruella de Vil coloured hair and dalmatian print jammies glory floating⁠—and snoring⁠— a foot and a half above Jason's floor.

What the fuck.

[painfully-unoriginal]

weird au snake + other weird stuff

[mishapen-dear]

I think we overlooked the fucked up polycule dynamic potential of team bolas x the dog that hunts them

they gave him a house. he paid rent. he hunted them, picked them off one by one, but when they sought to hunt him he ran. the tormented and the tormented. the hunters and the hunter. them huddling around a fire, burning themselves as he lurks in the dark to devour any that stray too far from the light. when they gather their rocks and throw them as one he flees, tail between his legs as he hunts for his own safety

is there not familiarity in that? is there not love in the violence? let me kill you, i will return your greatest treasure. let me kill you, you’ve already destroyed me and mine. there is loneliness to the dark and hate in the bloodshed. what is hate if not the other side of love. what if obsession if not love driven too far. all of them bathed in the blood of the others, baptized by sin after sin after sin. mothers carry their litters in their mouths- when do the teeth at your throat start to feel gentle? bad once said about cellbit, “it was like throwing a ball, and saying fetch.” that went wrong for him. cellbit once said about bad, “you’ve gone soft.” that went wrong for him, too.

do you remember the slime kills? slime was bad’s first blood, his first taste of oncoming violence. bad was slime’s last kill, an end to the desperation that was sparked with the first base raid. do you remember that first day? bad on the water, slime on the shore, calling him in like a siren. ‘look at me, look how killable i am’ says the bait, desperately trying to build a trap even as the prey fears the untied-noose wrapping around its throat. do you remember the tension? do you remember how the sun punished them both?

‘look at me, look how killable i am,’ says the poisoned frog to the wolf. the bird to the dog. do you remember the kindness? the killing and the killing and the killing, and the laughter. the killing the killing the killing, and the earnest offer to help? remember how jaiden fed herself to the dog. remember how the dog listened. ‘where is your stuff? i’ll take you to your body.’ thousands of blocks away. then more blood, no screaming, just laughter.

do you see? do you see? they built him a dog house, and he paid them rent. hunters snd hunters. he killed them to bring back their children and he failed and they brought back his instead. how can he ever repay that? their blood coats him. his blood coats them. all of them animals. all of them desperate. remember the familiarity of teeth and the taste of your own death. when its all said and done what will they miss the most- being the hunters? or being the hunted?

and then they all make out and take turns getting beaten to death by jaiden. shes part of the group murder but not the romance of death. instead she gets to go to the club (the Spawn Rave)

[guppyscolita]

Maybe shipping characters from different franchises would save me

So I don’t really have logic explanation for why I ship Mavado and Montague, the main reason is that I find both hot ig lol

They also have some minor similarities that only someone as delusional as me could notice. Like their shoes or the fact that they both kinda come from secret organizations, their names start with “M”…then Montague is a professional thief + rich boy, and Mavado is a “soulless assasin” and a whore lmao

I really dont know HSJFHFJ

I don’t know what I’m doing at this point, in my defense I was left unsupervised and it was full moon

[rat-rosemary]

Mmmmmmmm Dnn au where Sapnap and George are both selkies and they haven't told Dream but he knows, and he doesn't blame them for not telling him, he gets it, and they always keep their furs hidden until one day someone breaks into their home and steals their furs, and while the two of them are freaking out because this is literally the worst case scenario ever and what are they going to even tell Dream, Dream goes after the guys and just kills them

Except Dream fucked up and now he's freaking out because he got fucking blood on their coats! He can't give the coats back with blood in them, that would be so rude and gross and what if the blood sticks to it after it dries????

So Sapnap and George suddenly feel a new pair of hands touch their coats, different from the ones that had grabbed and thrown it around and hidden. No, these hands tremble slightly as they touch their furs and they feel so familiar and then there's the feeling of water which... is very weird? What the fuck is happening to their coats??

But yeah, Dream washes the blood off and them puts the coats in the drier on a low setting with a bunch of towels (which is a very very weird feeling to Sapnap and George) and he leaves the coats on their beds without them seeing and now they kinda smell like the laundry cleaner Dream uses and it drives George and Sapnap insane (/pos)

[patrocles]

LORDS OF WINTERFELL + THEIR BASTARD SIBING - Cregan Stark & Sara Snow

The matter of what exactly happened when Prince Jacaerys Velaryon came to Winterfell is a matter only truly known to those who were there. Regardless, after the Prince’s death in 130 AC, Lord Cregan Stark raised a host of nearly twenty-thousand men to ride south to honor the pact he made with his dear friend.

He trusted no one to rule Winterfell in his absence than his elder sister, a bastard named Sara Snow. She acted as a regent for his young son and heir, Rickon, as Cregan had planned for a lengthy campaign. Despite being the formidable Wolf of the North, Sara had always been protective of her younger brother. Cregan suffered loss early in his life with the deaths of father, his lady-mother, their younger brother, and most recently his beloved wife Arra Norrey.

Like Cregan, Sara was politically apt, had a strong heart for justice, and commanded respect from all. Since wresting power from his corrupt uncle at only six-and-ten, Sara acted as an advisor for Cregan. For many years, the Wolves of the North were a small pack, but Cregan was just as dedicated to his sister as Sara was to him. After the war, when Cregan remarried to Alysanne Blackwood, they had a daughter named Sarra, likely named after his dear sister.

[infizero-draws]

til death do we two part

[drakaripykiros130ac]

The amount of Alicent/Rhaenyra and Aemond/Lucerys stories in Ao3 since this show started is highly disturbing.

That’s all I’m going to say.

Edit: This seems to have offended a couple of rhaenicent “shippers”. What can I say? The truth hurts.

[sukugo]

i have to ask because i adore you and i want to know about your new blorbos- who are they and what are they and why are they always soaked in blood

JDHSJFHJFDDJFFSDFDF, oh man where do i start cassie.

they're from the anime/manga jujutsu kaisen, and they are:

gojo satoru. love of my fucking life. my fucking everything my boy my man, i am so so in LOVE with this man i cant even begin to tell u. he consumes my every waking thought, my life is dedicated to seeing him get fucked. (he's the guy in my header humping his all into the other's arm)

and (ryoumen) sukuna. beautiful sexy evil man.

(can u tell who's my fave)

so in this world, we have jujutsu sorcerers, who are people with special powers that they use to defeat/exorcise curses, which are basically evil spirits born of negative human emotions

gojo is the strongest jujutsu sorcerer alive. he is insanely strong, not a single person can go against him. his powers make it so that u literally physically cannot touch him. he controls "infinity" and can warp space, and he also has pretty special eyes that let him perceive things at a much deeper level than a regular person. those two things combined make him quite literally untouchable. and insanely powerful.

as for sukuna, he used to be a human who lived thousands of years ago, who used to be the strongest sorcerer of his time, and is considered to be the strongest sorcerer in history. he is the King of Curses, no one could ever defeat him, or destroy his soul, which he divided into his 20 preserved fingers so it would survive through time, even after dying.

so itadori yuuji

this lil baby boy (literally the babiest sweetest boy to exist btw) (he's actually the main character haha)

due to some stuff, he ends up eating one of sukuna's mummified fingers and sukuna reincarnates inside him. yuuji becomes a vessel for sukuna, who lives inside yuuji's mind now and sometimes takes over his body (reason why they look the same)

and now, yuuji is sentenced to be executed bc he holds the most evil sorcerer in history inside him, but gojo goes nope! wait a minute, let's not do that. and manages to convince the people in charge to postpone yuuji's execution, saying that they'll get yuuji to find and eat all of sukuna's fingers and then execute him, getting rid of sukuna all in one go.

ok so that's the context (that's actually what the anime's about haha), but as to gojo and sukuna.

THEY ARE IN LOVE

well, they're there. sdkkhfkjdkfdf

ok no, so like they do their things right. gojo is a teacher (tho we never actually see him do any teaching lmao) and sukuna lives inside yuuji and causes trouble sometimes. they don't really ever interact in the story (they literally meet and have a lil confrontation, decide to kill each other and never talk again djshjfdasdadfd) (until they actually have their Fight, more on that later)

BUT!!!!!!!! they may not interact, but they are completely tied together narratively.

as u can see, they're both the strongest from their respective times, so they have a lot of links when it comes to their characters themselves and what they are referred to in the story. specifically that, in being the strongest, they exist in a plane above everyone else, literally untouchable.

now, in the story, this position of strongest is coupled with solitude, being the strongest meaning u're alone and no one else understands you bc of this

and SO they have their fight. bc plot reasons right. this is obv what it was all gonna lead to. fight of the two strongest.

and the fight, consequently, revolves around that idea of solitude, and understanding each other.

which like. ok. yeah we saw that coming. ofc. no big deal.

EXCEPT, to make reference to their relationship and that idea of understanding each other, the term that is used is, and i kid u not, love.

there's a very specific phrase that is used multiple times between them. which is actually used originally with a character who shows romantic feelings towards sukuna.

she challenges sukuna to a fight and sukuna promises to marry her if she wins. her goal in this fight is to share in sukuna's solitude and show him love (read R→L)

but she says this to sukuna and this. this is his reaction.

SUKUNA KNOWS LOVE ALREADY

to which she gets super pissed bc that's not!!! love!!!!!!!

sukuna defeats/kills her. and u know when the next time that exact fucking phrase is used? when sukuna and gojo finally meet again and set up the date to have their Fight, where sukuna remembers her words

which tells us that.

sukuna was.

thinking about gojo when she said that.

*screams into hands*

BUT IT DOESN'T STOP THERE. this phrase is then repeated. multiple times.

1. right after gojo punches the fuck out of sukuna:

2. said in reference to gojo, when he realizes there's a chance of him losing:

3. gojo reminiscing about their fight:

so, as u can see, they were going to teach each other love. their fight is. canonically. about teaching each other love. what the FUCK.

but ENOUGH love talk (or else i'm at risk of going crazy insane)

LET'S TALK ABOUT HOW THEY'RE LOADED WITH SEXUAL TENSION

this was in their first meeting where they fought (for quite literally 10 seconds)

like... why he do dat.... .......... . ....

next day sukuna goes "hey im gonna kill u first <3" and gojo just goes "teehee omg really? *hair twirl* <3"

they also decide to have their final battle on dec 24 which is like a super romantic date in japan (explicitly said so by another character)

and their FIGHT. it is LITERALLY just them flirting and touching each other

LOOK AT THIS SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i fucking lost it. i still haven't recovered. that is the hottest thing i've ever seen in my life. gojo wants that dick so fucking bad

not to mention thigh grabs and hand touchies

and the entirety of the fight is just them having fun 😭😭 they're supposed "enemies" on opposite sides and the fate of the world is at stake here, but they actually don't give a fuck about that.

they're literally smiling and having a great fucking time. this fight for them is just play. their fight is just for them to have fun as the strongest and to connect with each other. they're enemies but they don't hate each other or anything, they only search for that sense of fulfillment in each other OTL

AND ABOUT THAT, oh my GOD

sukuna wins. he defeats gojo. and at the end, this. is what sukuna says to gojo at the end of the fight:

FUCKING. I'LL NEVER FORGET YOU. SCREAAAAM THAT'S ROMANCEEEEEE.

and the soft smile? the fucking petals falling all over them? oh GOD they're trying to kill me

but that's on sukuna's side, what about for gojo? well

HE GENUINELY TRIED TO REACH SUKUNA, GAVE IT HIS ALL TO CONNECT WITH HIM. TO TEACH HIM LOVE AGFKDHSKFHFKJFHDF (BUT HE FAILED HE COULDN'T GIVE SUKUNA WHAT SUKUNA GAVE HIM 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭)

HHRRRRGJFHSJDFHDSJFSDFA KJHDKFJSFKASLDKS ADKJKFHEWRKJEKRKTRELRW

and if i start crying OTL

but alas *deep breaths*

even without all that they're just very fucking sexy. two insane powerful men going at it? come on. how could u NOT want them together. they both hold the same title of the strongest, might as fucking well fuck nasty about it.

and oh god, when i tell u gojo is a fucking brat and he's so strong and untouchable, but then sukuna is capable of putting him down which is. insanely sexy. and i need it. i need gojo obliterated. and i know sukuna won't let me down (AND HE DID NOT. HE OBLITERATED THAT MAN) can he now obliterate his holes too

agdkhfhdkhdhs, anyways.... yeah.. that is the situation.........

im just gonna end this by saying

SUKUGO MY LOVES

[brothebro]

Bad to the core (part 1)

Rating M for strong language dpxdc, Dan/Jason with a sprinkle of halfa Dan and Dan redemption. here we go!!! ao3 link

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There is a man floating parallel to the old carpet floor of Jason's apartment.

More accurately, it's his downstairs neighbour, Daniil Nightingale, in all his 6'5, Cruella de Vil-coloured hair and dalmatian print jammies glory floating—and snoring— a foot and a half above Jason's floor.

What the fuck.

Jason glances at the clock he has mounted above the 32-inch flatscreen TV - 3:40 am - and back to the sleeping mountain of a man. Partly because he's still in his Red Hood gear and because he's pretty sure he's met Daniil as Jason before he's not keen on waking him up just yet to ask why on earth he's floating in the middle of his living room.

Silently, he tip-toes to his bedroom where he changes to his Pjs- Wonder Woman, always Wonder Woman- and returns to the living room to wake the man up and demand some answers.

Daniil is still there when he returns and Jason approaches him with caution, careful not to startle him awake too violently.

Jason clears his throat. Nothing happens.

He says softly, "Time to wake up."

Nothing.

He tries louder.

The man does not move. Seems that he sleeps like the dead.

Slowly and carefully, Jason shakes Daniil's shoulders. Unsurprisingly nothing happens again. Save perhaps the fact that Jason's shaking moved the man half a foot closer to the floor.

Huh. He can work with that.

Jason continues pushing Daniil towards the floor — it'll be easier, he tells himself, to wake him up if he's not floating — and lo and behold!

 Daniil is now halfway through the carpet.

 Fucking fuck!

 Well, that answers how he got here.

 With a final big push, Daniil's form sinks downstairs and Jason hopes he didn't just kill his neighbour accidentally.

 He mentally notes to check on him in the morning to see if he's alright and then, perhaps, follow him around a bit because if he's a meta— Scratch that he's definitely a meta. Anyway, he should make sure Daniil is not in any danger because of it and that he is not a danger.  

 Yeah. That could work. No need to alert the Bat yet.

-

 Dan isn't an idiot. He's known since day one that his upstairs neighbour is the infamous crime lord Red Hood. It's why he chose this apartment to begin with. Not that he'll ever tell the squirt or Ellie that. Nah.

 He quite enjoys his 'parole' as Danny puts it. No need to get souped that soon after he finally got out. And got gifted a neat human body by the Old Time Fart.

 Sadly, he's been threatened with extended soup time if he dares joins a gang — Red Hood's included— not only by the squirt but Ellie too and — don't tell anyone — Ellie he respects and sometimes even fears. Best clone sister a man could ever dream of.

 Anyway. He can't join Red Hood in his maiming business but he can be his neighbour and friend. Plus, nobody said he couldn't date a crime lord and Lord, Red Hood is such a fine piece of ass. With mask or without.

 Which leads Dan to the current predicament. Red Hood in his civvies is following him to work for some ancient's damned reason. He thinks he's being sneaky, hiding in Gotham's long shadows, tip-toeing around like an itty-bittie mouse, or well, bat.

 Might as well play with him a little.

 The café Danny approved of as a 'normal job for a human in his early twenties' — whatever that means— doesn't open for an hour more. Dan had been meaning to walk through the park for a while and enjoy the silence before rush hour starts but he's considering taking a more… scenic route instead.

 He leads Jason around the shadiest fucking areas in the goddamn neighbourhood and makes a point to linger in alleys and actively seek out danger. It's not like anyone has the barest of chances to actually harm him but Red Hood doesn't know that; in fact, he's probably suspicious of Dan now that he thinks about it and well…

 Never it be said Dan does anything halfhearted. Playing tag with his hot crime lord slash vigilante neighbour in the worst parts of Crime Alley included.

 A couple of muggers cower the moment they lay eyes on him— good— and he continues his walk whistling a Humpty Dumpty song, hands slack in the pocket of his hoodie.

 When the time his shift begins approaches he makes his way to the little book café that decided employing a war criminal is legit for its business development. Not that they know it, but the thought makes Dan smile.

 Jason's face when he enters the Coffee Library and he sees Dan in his pink and brown apron is priceless.

 "Oh hey, Jason, was it? What can I get ya?"

-

 Jason stares at Daniil unblinkingly, eyes wandering from the little smirk on the man’s lips to the low bun he wears his dual-coloured hair in and then to — nope. Not gonna stare at his chest. Or arms. God those arms. They look so good in his uniform.  

 Nu-uh. Brain outta the gutter Jason!

 “Hi,” he manages to croak out, silently berating his mind for betraying him. He had a plan and everything damnit! A plan, you hear that brain? His possibly-definitely meta neighbour is suspish as fuck. Wandering Crime Alley like that early in the morning! Given, he didn’t actually do anything other than walk and whistle punk rock songs but still! Suspicious!

 Daniil cocks a single thick black eyebrow at him.

 Jason clears his throat.

 “Daniil, I didn’t know you worked here.” Good job Jason, way to make yourself a fool in front of the Person of Interest.

 Daniil snorts, eyes glimmering in amusement. “It’s pronounced DaniEEL not DAHnil, but you can call me Dan, pretty boy.” He winks. “So, what would you like to order?”

 Jason’s face feels uncomfortably hot all of a sudden. He swallows thickly. Stares at the blackboard catalogue on the wall behind Dan for a few seconds. “Spiced black tea… and an apricot croissant, please.”

 “I see you’re a man of culture as well,” mutters Dan under his breath, punching Jason’s order in the machine.

 “What was that?” Jason asks innocently.

 Dan shakes his head. “Nothin’. Just pleased I don’t have to prepare some sort of caffeine monstrosity so early in the morning.”

 “Not a fan of coffee?”

 “Doesn’t agree with me, though my little brother loves it. Makes me pump him a glass of 12 shots of espresso every time he passes by. Drinks it black too. The heathen.”

 Jason huffs out a low laugh. “Sounds like your brother would get along great with mine."  

 Dan lets out a world-weary sigh. “Promise me to never let them meet.”

 “I won’t say anything if you don’t say anything,” says Jason in a conspiratorial whisper.

 “Deal.”

 And that’s the moment he realises he’s grown too comfortable in the other man’s presence. He’s supposed to be investigating, goddamnit, not sharing family titbits. Though, he gotta admit Dan seems remarkably normal for a man that levitated his way into Jason’s apartment in the wee hours of the morning and led him to the world’s most dangerous stroll through Crime Alley at 6 o’ fucking clock.

-

 Fuckity fuck.

 Dan was supposed to mess with Jason. Make him think he belongs in Arkham or Blackgate or whatever other Soup equivalent they have in Gotham. Ya know, impress him, the big bad Crime Lord. He wasn’t supposed to engage in small talk with the man, and more importantly, he wasn’t supposed to like it.  

 What a mess. He even called the squirt ‘his brother’ for fuck’s sake.

 Oh well, when in Rome and all that shit.

 He’s about to go to Jason’s table to pester him some more, on account of the cafe being empty and whatnot, when the door jingle thing chimes.

 Dan curses under his breath.

 Fucking rush hour.  

-

 Jason has been meaning to stay in the cafe for the bare minimum; eat his breakfast and drink his tea and go back to sleep until sundown because —      phew — two hours is by no means enough to sustain his nightly activities, no matter what Tim ‘Never Sleep’ Drake claims. Instead, he’s been here for six hours already —has ordered lunch too— deeply engrossed in The Song of Achilles, his mission completely forgotten.

 Well sue him, he’s been meaning to read this book for ages now and it just stared at him mockingly in all its blue and white glory from the bookcase across from him. What’s a man gonna do? Ignore it?

 “Is the book any good?” Dan’s deep voice rumbles. He doesn’t wait for Jason’s answer and sits across from him, hands propped under his chin.

 “It’s great.” Jason huffs a laugh. He memorises the page number and leaves it to the side. “Don’t tell me your manager told you to scare me off already.”

 Dan hums and smiles. Jason thinks he can see too-sharp, too-long canines. “Well.. you’ve been here for six hours already. But no, Mrs G actually thinks you’re good for business. So, congrats! You can stay for as long as you like!”

 “Hurray!” Jason says in a monotone voice and claps his hands once. “No, but seriously, it’s a great place for reading.”

 “Oh gee, I wonder why that is? It’s not like it’s literally named the Coffee Library or something!”

 A peal of laughter escapes Jason’s mouth. Damn it. He likes the guy. Meta or possible goon or both.

 “Speaking of which, how come a big guy like you—”

 “Lives in Crime Alley and works a normal mundane job at a cafe?” Damn the guy is sharp. “I mean what would I do? Join a gang?” he scoffs. Perhaps Jason had misjudged him. Perhaps he really is just a normal-ish dude that happens to be built like a brick shit-house. “‘Sides Crime Alley rent is dirt cheap. And it’s not like anybody with half a brain would dare break into my place! I mean have you seen me?” He grins and yep, those are definitely fangs. “Gotta ask you back though, what are you doing in our pretty little corner in Gotham?”

 Jason blinks once. Twice. He shrugs a shoulder. Might as well go with his cover story around Crime Alley. “Work for RH. Soup kitchens,” — Jason thinks he hears Dan say ‘ew soup’ under his breath— “protection, that sort of thing.”

 Dan nods in understanding. "I see, I see."

 "You… want an in with RH?" Jason tries and fails to pass as nonchalant. It would make sense to employ him in his crime ring if only to keep tabs on him better. Not because Dan's an absolute unit, no sire.

 Dan snorts out a laugh in response. Shakes a dismissive hand. "Nah, I'll pass," he says and Jason can help but feel disappointed. "Not that life in crime doesn't sound absolutely irresistible, but I'd hate to disappoint my siblings. I promised to behave," he smirks.

 "I can't tell if you're messing with me or not."

 Dan shrugs. "The interpretation is up to you, pretty boy.”

-

 He works for Red Hood! Hah! As if. But Dan can appreciate a good cover story and despite what his siblings might think of him he’s not one to      unmask a vigilante crime lord in the middle of a busy cafe. So he plays the understanding Crime Alley resident and declines the offer for work despite knowing that it would be thrilling to do anything else than brewing tea and coffee for entitled Gothamites all day long.

 And when he calls Red Hood a pretty boy… Well, let’s just say that the man in question can blush in such a pretty shade of red that makes his signature helmet seem almost obsolete. He realises at that moment that he’d love to see Jason blushing again.

 Aw, fuck.

 He likes likes him, doesn’t he?

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[sweetsnidle]

danganronpa if on the brain

[turtletoria]

i feel like an incredible hater for this but i feel as i get older the more my tolerance for shipping decreases. like i went from an avid enjoyer to just tolerating ship art to now getting outright upset and fighting the urge to curse every time i see shipping content (this doesnt apply to my mutuals and friends who ship things because they can do no wrong ever)

[parfettuni]

The world would explode if they met methinks

[bandtrees]

reblog to gently feed him a cheese puff out of the palm of your hand

[prairieenyasblog]

it's a SCREAM baby!!

finally done with this what do we think

[anachronistic-falsehood]

i love qcell but i love qpac just as much and i also love toxic yaoi. i think pac deserves to go fucking apeshit and beat the shit out of cellbit and cut off cellbit's leg and eat him alive and set him on fire and stab him over and over until he reaches some form of fucked up catharsis and then i think he should rip cellbit's heart out of his chest and eat it cquackity style <3