#i hit a nerve :))

[starry-bi-sky]

Unpleasant Revelations - DPxDC Ficlet Idea for the Stillborn Au

"Have you met my youngest, Damian, Mr. Masters?"

Its only from twenty years of long, hard experience and practice that Vlad doesn't increase the room temperature from 'borderline uncomfortably cool' to 'unbearably hot' the moment Bruce Wayne pulls his youngest and "only" biological son out in front of him.

He puts only in quotations because twelve year old Damian Wayne looks scarily, uncannily like one Daniel Brown. Jack and Maddie's foster son, second victim of their foolishness, and only other halfa in existence. Second only to him.

It's nauseating how similar they look. From the scowl and terrible glare on the young boy's face, to his brown skin -- which was only a few shades lighter than Daniel's, the shape of his nose, and even the strange winged edge of his eyebrow. Something that Vlad has long since come to find endearing on the child he considered a son of his own. The only difference was that Damian had dark, sharp green eyes.

Daniel's eyes were blue. The same glacier shade as his father's, who stood behind Damian with a proud, oafish smile on his visage.

It was infuriating how similar they look. Vlad might not have rapidly swung the room temperature from one extreme to the other, but he can't stop himself from letting the fury burning within his core from slipping out and raising the temperature up a few degrees.

Because it really only meant one thing.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were related.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were brothers.

Standing in front of him, it was clear as day. He can already picture a phantom image of Daniel standing beside Damian, the same scowl written on his face, the same glare carved into his eyes. The only difference being the dark, exhausted circles beneath them that seemed to be permanently painted onto his skin. The only thing missing being the permanent loneliness and vigilance permeating his being like a scar.

This, if revealed, would be enough to ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation. Or, at the very least, darken it quite a bit. The great philanthropist Bruce Wayne with another secret blood child? One related to his youngest? One that had been put into foster care? Seemingly thrown away?

It would be a firestorm.

One that Vlad is not keen on starting.

It would ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation, yes. But it would hurt Daniel in the process -- the harassment he would face alone might just be enough to break that fragile child completely. That was just not something he could allow. Or, even worse, bring him into his biological father's care and custody -- something Vlad was even less willing to allow.

It's not out of kindness to Wayne that Vlad will keep mum about this.

His grip on his champagne flute tightens, just a bit. He's still aware enough of the world around him to not let it shatter in his hands. His plastered, pleasant smile tightens around the corners, and he forces his focus to slide from Damian to Wayne.

"The resemblance is uncanny, Mister Wayne." He says, slanting his smile to the side slyly. Although he's not talking about the resemblance between Wayne and his son. Rage simmers beneath his skin, burning coal and embers in the core of his chest, nestled between his lungs, as he meets the man's eyes.

Wayne swaggles his head proudly, his ditzy smile widening as he squeezes his son's shoulder affectionately. Bastard, Vlad wants to spit.

He breathes in through his nose, and exhales out through his mouth. The champagne in his hand cools, and stops its unusual bubbling.

The Damian boy scoffs under his breath, his mouth still coiled upward into a scowl. With the revelation of his blood relation to Daniel evident, Vlad's not sure if he should find it endearing or not.

He is not Daniel, so he decides that it's just simply irritating. He decides to ignore it.

"And you said he was your only biological son?" He asks, voice lilting and head tilting. He knows its a suspicious question at worst, insulting at best. But considering Wayne's past proclivities, he can hardly call it an unexpected question.

Damian puffs in great offense, face twisting angrily. It reminds him of Daniel when Vlad insisted that he was wrong about something or other, and for a moment his heart swells, fond.

But this is not his child, and so the feeling quickly crashes and burns, simmering back into rage. This was not Daniel -- this was his replacement. A replacement that Wayne was free to keep.

Wayne chuckles, idiotically, as if he'd said some funny joke. Vlad's other hand, the one gripping his cane -- something he's required ever since he was dispatched from the hospital all those lonely years ago -- tightens instead. He grinds his teeth -- him and Jack Fenton would get along like a house on fire, he hates it.

"I can understand why you'd ask that, Mister Masters," Wayne says, squeezing Damian's shoulder again, "but yes, Damian is my only biological son. Although that doesn't mean I don't love my other children any less."

Bastard.

For all his posturing and flouncing about caring for his city and his children, Vlad never would have thought the Prince of Gotham capable of abandoning one of them.

But, well.

They all have their dark secrets.

And what one man throws away, another man picks up. If Bruce Wayne didn't want the treasure child that was Daniel Brown, then Vlad Masters was more than happy to take him instead.

"I see."

[novuit]

My England ukagaka is quite charming sometimes but he is a bit rude when you close him right after booting him...

[sskk-manifesto]

I really love the concept of an Atsushi / Akutagawa / Kyouka trio as it was shown in Dead Apple, and I really wish it would become a thing. I think it's neat how here Kyouka's dominant color is shown being purple as balance / synthesis of blue and red. Kyouka also uses as this kind of bridge between organizations since she was a member of both at some point, and still holds a very deep understanding of how they work. I think Kyouka could really make the sskk team work as a way to find balance between these two opposites that would otherwise clash and destroy each other.

[puppyeared]

I just skimmed through the art part of your blog and holy bajeebus your LMK art is so beautiful and the headcanon ideas you come up with are so good I wanna steal em-

Kinda wanna see like a part 2 of the little angst you did between MK and Macaque a while ago. It's so interesting and I wanna see Macaque's reaction in your art style. (You don't have to of course, it's just a suggestion [idk if i spelled that right])

Thanks for reading and hope you have a good day/night!

Hope this is to your liking ^^

Part one here

[ryssbelle]

They're so silly and I love them

[bunnygirlskull]

Gives you an indirect kiss by spitting on my dick before i shove it in your mouth 💖💖💖💖💖💖

[stefisdoingthings]

holy wars

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

the need to write gn!readers vs the desire to have gojo satoru call u ”my sweet girl” ://////

[teeny-tiny-revenge]

I really love how OFMD subverts the trope of a happy ending being getting the big and cool thing? I mean, we live in a world where we're told to always reach higher. We're told The Dream is to become rich and famous or something like that. OFMD's protagonists instead get to finally escape this life. They get a quiet, domestic happily ever after. Ed reached the highest fame in his field and hated it. Stede got a taste of it and realised why Ed hates it. They don't need to sail off to the next adventure. They don't go looking for the next big thing. They choose a quiet life. No more fighting, no more running, no, they get to slowly rebuild their little inn/house, they get to heal and love each other, they get quiet mornings with breakfast in bed and slow evenings watching the sunset from their porch. 💖

[bitchesgetriches]

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[gravelsong]

FUCKING STOPPP THIS MAKES ME WEAK

[petrichormore]

that entire imprisonment bit was super funny but I need people to realize that the reason q!Bad retaliated by murdering both q!Bagi and q!Tina and then cackling maniacally over their corpses is because he actually does have trauma regarding being held captive in the museum - and with being help captive in general. After he finishes laughing he literally screams “Yes! Now no one will imprison me again!”

If anyone was thinking “damn killing them both and then laughing in their faces was a bit overkill” that’s because it WAS. Because he freaked out. That was a certified q!bbh freak-out brought on by previous experiences with the museum and with being captured; slightly tampered by the fact that he knows they didn’t mean it and are his friends.

So yeah, it was an abnormally harsh retaliation. But there was a reason for it - q!bbh doesn’t want to show weakness by admitting it, but that experience got to him. And it continues to get to him whenever someone tries to trap him.

[snezfics-n-shit]

[bbygirl-aemond]

daeron: why is aegon in the corner? helaena: he was arguing with aemond and lost his temper and yelled that he hated him. daeron: ...and that's why he's in the corner? helaena: oh no, it's because aemond started crying and said he hated himself more than aegon ever could and aegon got so upset he grounded himself.

[snakesinsocks2005]

One o clock.time to post ocs

[thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls]

uhhh i don’t go here (bg3 tumblr) but i like looking at people’s tav’s and @basketobread’s tav, lunara (i think its lunara ajdhdjdkk), is rlly pretty so i drew her! Its a bit old since i drew this a bit before christmas last year and finally decided to post it so yeah yeah!!

(i also like you art so much so this is my excuse to say that :]])