#defied me

[aridante]

what resembles the grave but isn’t, anne boyer // i didn’t apologize to the well, mahmoud darwish (trans. fady joudah).

[petite-phthora]

Dp x Dc prompt #1

Danny doesn’t know how Vlad managed to convince his parents to let him take Danny with him to some fancy gala in Gotham, but he does know he’s gonna be the biggest menace he can be to make sure it doesn’t happen again.

The moment they entered the place the gala was held, Danny’s eyes landed on the chandelier on the ceiling in de middle of the room.

Bingo.

What Danny had been expecting was something along the lines of him embarrassing Vlad, making Vlad angry, and/or getting kicked out when the chandelier inevitably crashed to the ground cause they weren’t made to hold his weight.

What Danny hadn’t been expecting was for the chandelier to be heavily reinforced and not move an inch when he hung on there upside down, nor had he expected to be joined up there by a guy his age that seemed to be bursting with excitement as he stared at Danny from his place upside down on the chandelier.

[shattermelyhfmlblog]

@warneraaronanderson @warnerslove

[cynicallyneutral]

Go accla!!!!

[yourlocalcorviddad]

Ok Ok so.

In dpxdc stories. Danny always gets assumed to be sick or uses it as an excuse or whatever to hide his powers right?

What if he wasn't lying?

It wasn't something easily noticed, not when half a dozen other things could explain it after all.

The shakes lingering? Well he'd used his ice powers a lot the night before fighting Skulker.

The faint feeling and lightheadedness? Well his mom had a good shot when people didn't interfere, and while he healed fast, it wasn't from nothing; he felt better after he ate anyway.

Heart racing suddenly? Probably just attempting to regulate the low beat on reflex again to seem normal but over shot it.

But the getting out of breath or spotty vision hadn't really been easily explained.

It was Mr. Lancer who asked about it after he'd gotten up from his seat in detention-happening less and less for actual reasons and more an opportunity to safely do his work and rest, after the truce with the ghosts to leave him and the town be during certain hours-only for the next thing he knew he was on the floor, head pillowed on Mr. Lancer's sweater, and a cool wet paper towel on his forehead and neck.

POTS. Post orthostatic tachycardia syndrome. Not uncommon for those who had had injuries too their hearts to get.

It made sense when the teacher asked if he could have it. Apparently a friend of his's daughter had it.

From there, it made things easier to an extent. Salt was pretty easy to add, he figured out a wrist brace that he could extend into a cane if needed to.

In ghost form he didn't need it at all, but human form had its limits.

Despite all that he'd gone through, he graduates and even gets accepted to a college near jazz, hers was in Metropolis but Gotham had the ambient ectoplasm that he needed, and it was a day trip away.

And so Gotham U became his home, especially after his parents couldn't take that he wasn't "their son" anymore when he told them-after moving everything and getting his cheap apartment set up just in case. He considered it lucky that they loved their son enough they couldn't hunt "his ghost".

Last he'd heard they were working closer with the GIW but hadn't had much luck since the portal strangely closed soon after he left and the other ghosts didn't feel much reason to visit Amity anymore without him there.

It was Gotham U where he met Dick by literally fainting into his arms after a long day where he'd forgotten to eat and the early dinner the night before plus the going down the stairs at a quick pace and leaning forward with gravity.

"sorry, couldn't help falling for you~" the cheesy pick up line was the only thing his foggy brain could comprehend before he fainted.

[civetside]

hy guys im back with the milk

[dcxdpdabbles]

DC x DP: Dog Walker

Danny needs someone to walk his dog.

He had been in Gotham for about five months when it became apparent he needed companionship.

Ever since Clockwork and Frostbite came to the same decision to move Danny to a new universe for his health- his core was deteriorating due to his obsession being fulfilled as Amity Park was safe, and everyone was ready to grow up and move on.

So Danny moved to a rough city in a harsh universe so that the danger could help his core restart his obsession.

The first few weeks were fine; he even found work as a computer program designer that allowed him to work from home thanks to his universe's advanced technology, but soon, he struggled with loneliness and homesickness—that was where his dog came into the picture.

He adopted Equinox- Nox for short- from the local shelter, and while Nox was a mutt with unknown parents, Danny had no trouble taking care of him.

That was until he accepted a job offer at Wayne Enterprise, and his work hours shifted from remote work seven days a week to four days. He wasn't stimulating Equinox properly by keeping him inside the three days he was out and his poor boy was suffering from it.

This could have easily be solved with a pet sitter or just a dog walker but this is Gotham. Danny knows he picked this place for its constant danger to keep his obsession active but he just wasn't expecting Gotham to be so...much.

He had a panic attack just thinking about what would happened to Nox if he trusted just anyone to take care of him.

Nox is the only living being that is under his Protection. It went against his very Instincts to not find someone he trusted utterly to walk him.

Danny checks his phone to see Nox peaceful sleeping in his doggy bed and sighs. His boy has been sleeping more and more lately, losing his bright spark.

"Whats wrong Danny?" Karla, one of the Office interns, asks from where she is walking along side him.

"Nothing, it's just my dog needs to go for a walk, and I'm not there to give him one." He says, turning the screen. "I wish I can have some one walk hin for me-"

"Understood. I shall pick up your dog tomorrow, Fenton," a tiny voice cuts in. The two turn around only to look down at the green eyes of Damian Wayne. His bosses' son and brother. Oh boy.

"Ugh, I'm sorry?" He blinks as the youngest, Wayne thrusts a piece of paper at him. Danny has no choice but to hesitantly takes the paper. On it is a professional if short resume belonging to Damian that highlights his skillset and community service.

"Father has informed me of the family tradition started by our Pennyworth. Every Wayne gets a part-time job from twelve to grow character." The boy says, hands behind him and back straight, appearing every bit his status. Also, it is like a little kid trying to appear as an adult. Danny found it kind of cute, and it reminded him of Jazz. "I have multiple experiences with animals, as you can see from volunteering at the local shelters. My fees for my services are also meager and would surely not be difficult to cover."

Danny's core turned cold, but not in the wrong way. It was a cooling sensation he had associated with a fun day of either a snowball fight or the fresh first fall. He knew he could trust the boy.

"You know what? Yeah I love it if you walked my dog. In fact would you be interested in being a dog sitter?"

The boy's green eyes brightened with childish glee, but he tried to remain serious. Danny's heart melted at the sight. Oh, he should call Jazz soon. "That would be most acceptable."

Unknown to Danny, Karla, or Damian, Dick Grayson watched the trio as his brother handed one of the most mysterious employees a resume. Now, why would Fenton want to be close to Damian?

Over the last few months, people have been trying to take advantage of Damian because they thought his brother stupid for his mixed blood, just as they did when Bruce first took him in.

Danny doesn't mind Alfred's rule to find a part-time job to help teach them values, but he finds people aren't as kind as they should be. He'll have to keep an eye on this Danny Fenton.

Maybe he can help co-sit his dog.

[lonelyzarquon]

[vaguely-concerned]

*in the tones of a man revealing the secret name of god to you* "beets... are a very misunderstood vegetable"

god I'm fucking crying... there's no one in this shot I wouldn't kill or die for in a heartbeat. sisko I love you so much I can barely speak

tfw BEETS??? this is the most scared bashir has looked in the whole show (julian baby boy it's a buffet you don't have to eat beets if you don't want to)

odo… no notes you are doing amazing sweetie keep up the good work

[marshmallowpuffcat]

When you're kissblocked by your own eyes 😔

[cosmicwhoreo]

*realizes I haven't posted my silly blacaviar propaganda here* I must right this wrong now.

[sillyfairygarden]

90 minute leyendecker study b4 bed. heard cleo has a cat cafe this season :swoons:

[shattermelyhfmlblog]

Just a bunch of facts about Aaron Warner Anderson!

Warner birthday is on 24th of April, meaning his zodiac sign is Taurus.

"Warner" is his mother's last name.

Warner has a soft spot for animals.

Warner's identification number is 45B-00001.

Warner is very meticulous with hygiene.

Mafi was inspired to create Warner because she was interested in human's capacity for good and evil.

Warner owns a collection of scented soaps.

Warner likes to take long baths.

Warner doesn't really sing in the bath, but he does hum a little.

Warner suffers from insomnia.

Warner speaks 7 languages including English, Spanish and Arabic.

Warner is afraid of spiders.

Warner hates being barefoot.

Warner drinks black coffee because he likes the bitter taste.

Warner's favourite song is Like A Rolling Stone by Bob Dylan.

Warner's workout routine is as stated: Mondays are for legs, Tuesdays are for chest, Wednesdays are fir shoulders and back, Thursdays are for triceps and deltoids and Fridays are for biceps and forearms. Everyday is for abdominals and cardio. He also spends most weekends doing target practice.

Warner can fly planes.

Warner taught himself how to ride a bike.

Warner can build and defuse his own bombs.

Warner has a soft spot for fashion.

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Credits to the writer 🩷

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[writeshite]

The coughing fit that had brought you back to life had been brutal, your voice still hoarse two weeks after; the world was different; it was brighter and louder, and you could smell the coconut buns at the small cafe down the street, hear the retching of the Vought scientists forced to clean the massacre you'd left in your wake.

"I'm sorry." You'd said, tears in your eyes; starvation had hit you first, then ferity; the taste of blood had never crossed your mind before, much less flesh, but the scientists had been more than palatable.

"It doesn't matter," John had countered; happy doesn't fit how he'd been—felicitous, overjoyed, thrilled—any one of those words would perhaps be better.

The blood had long been cleaned away, and the bath water had grown cold, however long ago, but John had yet to release you from his iron grip. He wasn't one to let go easily; not even death could steal you away from the Homelander.

[kaiminluu]

byler x dirty dancing GRAHAHAA

[soranker]

have been super busy lately so doodled some wolfies to destress ^_^