#with this one

[khudkifavourite]

▪︎ ranjish hi sahi, dil hi dukhane ke liye aa.

[aurorarosesposts]

DP/DC WEEK 2022

Day 1: Worse Case Scenario Only

Hello everybody! I'm very excited to do the DP/DC Week made by @avaritia-apotheosis ! Sadly, I'll be doing one, which is this one, fanfic for DP/DC this week due to my busy schedule. I'm upset about it since I made a continuous story with the prompts in my head but maybe I'll do some quick sketches instead for the other days. Who knows ^_^

Also, the story idea for this prompt was made by @stealingyourbones so go check them out!!!

Sorry if there's any grammar errors in this, English isn't my native language ≥﹏≤

Anyways, hope you all enjoy and have a great day!!!! Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ

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This is not how things should go.

Dick Grayson was responding to a hostage situation in Blüdhaven; Just a few weeks after being gassed with the new Joker Gas. Now that doesn't sound good and he was hospitalized for it but he got better! And that should be the end of it...

If only it didn't have side effects.

In the weeks that follow were laughing episodes akin to panic attacks. With research of the gas, some questioning and a bit of detective work, it turns out that the Joker purposely did that so the victims who do survive his gas will suffer either way.

Now luckily there was a antidote.

Unluckily Joker destroy it before anyone got their hands on it.

Now the people that survive would have to bare the fits until the Justice League figure out a antidote. The victims were to be held in government approved hospitals and monitor by the government and the Justice League as they worked together on the cure. Good news to the victims that were gassed, the gas isn't as potent or deathly and there's a 50/50 chance of the effects surfacing after roughly a week after being cured the first time. The good news only ended there though. Dick was hit, but he didn't have the side effects.

At least that's what everyone thought.

Now don't get him wrong, he was bedridden for a few days, but he did get better!... But then fates decided to be cruel and the side effects began just a week after being cured and the fits started; but the family didn't know that. To them, Dick Grayson wasn't amongst the unfortunate people who did. He was fine! And he would like to keep it that way.

Dick didn't want to make them worried about him. Tim and Bruce already have to spend countless nights just to make a cure (and still are for the side effects), his siblings worked around the clock so they can cover him in Bloodhaven, and even Alfred was on edge after the whole insident. Really, he didn't want them to know.

So he kept his mouth shut.

Sure, hiding from a family of detectives wasn't gonna last long, and the laughing fits weren't making it any better to hide,but he's a detective too! Dick was raised by one of the greatest detective no less! He managed to keep it from them, but now Dick suspect that some of them (mostly Cass) are catching on what's going on.

Because of that, he decided to stay in Blüdhaven to lay low. Dick wasn't allowed to be Nightwing yet, but Dick had a job at BCPD; he's not going to sit around and do nothing after all. Alfred may have grounded him from going out as a vigilant but his city still needs him in more ways in one.

And here he was, on the ground, laughing and wheezing and coughing his sorrows away, during a very delicate hostage situation. The hostages were held in a warehouse...

A warehouse similar to the warehouse that held...Jason...

Little wing...

His brother- that he failed-

He couldn't breathe- couldn't think-! He-

He hears shots in the distance but is helpless to do anything.

---

This is not how things should go.

Dash Baxter is just a simple man; a man trying to live his normal life as a policeman in the BCPD. And life likes to make things difficult then it should be, though that should be expected in his line of work. Thank the ancients that he hasn't gone gray yet!

The day starts with a call about a hostage situation. Before that, he was investigating a string of robberies in Bloodhaven for the past few months that might be -no, is- connected to each other and the hostage situation at hand.

How does he know?

Well, all the robberies were done by the same people and although they're cover their faces, the robbers were wearing the same clothes and masks every time. Sure, there were effective in keeping the robber's identities, but at this point, it might as well be their identities.

Even knowing that, the criminals were slippery little shitters as they constantly evaded them at every turn. Entil now; Dash got in contact with Detective Wes Weston (that fees so weird to say), an old friend and now pravite detective to lend a helping hand and figure out the robbers next move.

All the years spend doing conpriresy theories and stalking his classmates finally paid off for him, Dash thought. Though he wouldn't want to admitted that in front of him.

With the help of Detective Wes (Ancients it still feels weird to say that), they managed to figure out the criminal's next plan; that is to rob a bank and stop them before they get their hands on the cash. But just like slimy slippery little bastards they are, they got away.

And this time, with hostages.

Dash, who's on the wheel, his partner Dick Grayson besided him and Wes at the back managed to catch up with the criminals with his car to a empty abondon warehouse just outside the docks. Dash makes sure that they weren't spotted and let the robbers think that they managed to escape.

The plan was to wait until help arrived and go from there. However, he noticed Dick wasn't looking so good when they got to the warehouse, but he was focused on the task at hand.

That was his worse mistake.

"Hey Dash...? Your partner's not looking good there..." Wes whispered, opening the car door slowly, before shit went sideways.

Dick started to giggled, and the next thing they know, he started to laugh, which gave away the three's position.

Shots rang out.

"TAKE COVER!!" Dash yelled as he opened the door, grabs Dick, who's now laughing like a mad man, and took cover at the side of the car. Wes pulls out his Fenton Gun and starts shooting back, green goo hitting and melting away at the metal walls.

Dash takes out his walkie talkie and calls for backups as Wes keep shooting back, careful where he shoots as he didn't know where the hostages are.

The situation is getting worse.

"Damn the Ancients! You're so going to own me a favor!" Wes ducks down with them.

"Crap! This isn't good," Dash retorted back. He starts to reload his gun (the normal kind) and stars shooting at the criminals that he can see. He then ducks down to check on Dick. "Dick! Wha-" he cuts himself.

By the looks of it, Dick having a panic attack, although he knows damn well that laughing isn't one of the symptoms. He looks like in a lot of pain; tears freely ran down his cheeks, as he tries desperately to silent himself, his body was shaking and trembling. Then Dash remembers about the new Joker Gas on the news a while back. How it now has side effects, how Dick was visiting his family in Gotham that time, how-

Dick was gassed with the Joker Gas.

And only then Dash noticed that he can only hear Dick's maniac of a laugh and not the gunshots.

"Hey, D! Look!" Wes called out, shaking Dash fully out of his thoughts.

Shit, the hostage situation.

He feared the worse... but Wes was giving him a shit eating grin and he hears no more gun shots, so he looks back at the warehouse. People were coming out, all the hostages were free, and he zero in a certain woman with dark skin and wearing a hot pink top with a black leather jacket on top and white jeans waving at them.

He wasn't expecting to see another old friend amidst the crowd.

It was Paulina waving at them, with a big smile on her face, at the front of the hostages. Acting as a leader of sorts, she orders them to dragged out the robbers who are now tided up with chains. From his position, he could see that one of them has a pretty nasty black eye. If he wasn't still on edge, he'll find the situation hallarious and wanted to know why she's here in Blüdhaven. But now he know that the people are safe and Paulina mostly took care of it, Dash focused on Dick's laughing problem.

"Wes, can you take care of them for me?" Dash asked. He still needs to help his partner who's still laying on the ground.

Wes just sigh, "You so own me for this," he then walks to the group, no doubt relief as Dash is that the people were safe (though not admitted anything when asked), leaving Dash and Dick behind.

Thankfully, Dick seems to calm down and the laughing stopped. He's eyes were bloodshot red and tears were already staining his cheeks. Unfortunately, he's still giggling.

"I... I'm... I'm sorr-god I-so sorry-" Dick tried to say, but he's out of breath and still giggles between words. Dash feels helpless to do anything.

"Hey, it's okay. Just breathe, alright?" Dash knees down and ask,"can I touch you? At the shoulder?"

Dick silently nods. Dash sat next to him and place he's hand on Dick's shoulder. Dash hears sirens at the distance, signaling that backups have arrived. Hopefully the ambulance as well.

It's going be a long day.

---

Dash decided to stay behind to help rally up the culprits and to give a report on what happened. He feels a little embarrassed that Paulina and Wes did all the work, but they insist that Dash help as well as he could.

He also talked to the medics about his theory on what happened to Dick Grayson. He believes that Dick was gas by the new Joker Gas and kept the side effects from everyone after he was supposedly cured (which is true). Now that he thinks about it, every time that Dick looks unwell, he always excuses himself. Dash really was an idiot and thought his partner was just under the weather.

Ancients, he wanted to banged his head up against a wall.

After the paramedics took Dick away, and knowing he'll be in good hand, Dash walks over to where Paulina and Wes were to catch up on their lives.

---

"Soooo, about the favor you own me...."

"What favor?"

"I'm not bribing Fenton into giving you another cursed book, Wes."

[blackwell-academys-airdrop]

Chloe: whatever [falls in gay pirate love with you]

[nowayhomebucky]

timeless and icemav

[briebysabs]

I’ve read Boy Meets Maria and I am not okay.

[ghourlfiend]

if you be the cash, i’ll be the rubber band

[biosurvive]

final fantasy vii rebirth has made me cry like six times btw and it's officially in my top five games of all time

[cosmicbash]

@maegami88

"You really dragged me thousands of miles, over an ocean, and through three different airports just to play in some sand?" Marshall's lack of enthusiasm did little to snuff out Colson's great mood as they trudged along the cool sands of a Caribbean beach. The sun just starting to make its descent from up in the sky. Cooling the humid air significantly. "We could have just stayed in LA and done this."

Marshall's frown was alot more visual now than it had been throughout their long journey. If Colson hadn't been with him through every half hearted bitch and empty complaint he might even believe Marshall was as miserable as hes pretending.

But, of course they've been joined at the hip since his frumpy older boyfriend first landed in LA. Clingy to a fault even if he will deny it with his last breath. So Colson knows its just Marshall's stubborn side refusing to admit he actually DOES enjoy getting out of his stuffy old house on occassion.

That isn't going to stop Colson from poking fun though. "So you're saying you'd be willing to lay out on Santa Monica with me? Catch some rays, snuggle under an umbrella?"

His shoulder catches Marshall's in a soft bump. Knocking a soft huff out of the man and sending what he assumes must be a dirty look his way behind dark shades. "And die in a mob? You know what I meant." His fingers are up adjusting the rim of his hat, another kangol but this time a bucket one. The rapper ever loyal to the brand.

It makes Colson's chest warm and his mouth stretch up into a smile. He loves this version of Em. The soft white tee and cheap cargo shorts wearing guy, who looks like he could be any old tatted up middle aged dilf. So far away from the boring tracksuits and heavy gold chain that ways his neck down any other day. Marshall has always served as a breath of fresh air compared to the overly fashionable and expensive style everyone in LA needs to keep up with.

Colson loves fashion to death, and loves flexing his own wealth and creativity through it, don't get him wrong, but the normal air around this, just the two of them dressed down to go to the beach together pulls at something soft and yearninful in his chest.

"Coulda just rented out a villa with a private beach or something." Marshall's still grumbling to himself, but his palm has dropped from it's fussing with the hat to brush against Colson's in a less than subtle manner.

The blonde can bet those eyes are darting around behind the glasses, scaling the perimeter for any surprise paparazzi.

There's no one here for miles though, that's not apart of their staff at least. Colson's wallet took a serious hit to secure that, not that he will ever tell Marshall that. Hard enough stopping the bastard from playing sugar daddy.

"Pretty sure you were the one who sat around ranting that theres no such thing as a private beach in LA babe." His fingers are dancing and weaving between Marshall's not hooking together just yet, because he always likes to wait and see if the other man will man up and make the first move for pda.

He's rewarded with Marshall's fingers roughly grabbing at his for a tight hand hold less than a minute later. Dark sunglasses directed his way instead of inland this time. "Yeah, that's because there's fucking TMZ drones everywhere-" his expression, what half Colson can see becomes more animated as he speaks. "Andre's had to shoot like 4 down already-"

He could let Em ramble on into a long speech about drones and privacy and hope the release of cagey bitchy energy soothes him, but he opts for a chaste kiss instead. Head darting down and free hand up to softly life the brim of his hat out of the way.

It's quick, and dry, nothing more than a quieting brush of lips but kissing like that always feels more scandalous outside then the few times they've gotten frisky and madeout against cars or down the hall.

The pink burn across Em's cheeks show he thinks the same, but for once the man doesn't fuss about it. Just accepts the kiss and readjusts his hat to drag Colson further down the beach and thankfully away from that expected speech.

Colson loves him. He feels is bright and burning in his chest, even more than the setting sun on his skin. Marshall doesn't even have to do something special for him to feel like that. Its a thought that rushes past his brain over the smallest of moments, which helps Colson know its different from all the times in the past. It's really real this time.

"So we're vacationing all the way out here for a picnic?" Marshall's huff drags his eyes up from whereever they settled on the man's back.

Ahead of them he can see they've finally gotten close enough to the small set up of blankets and baskets Colson had some assistants help him set up earlier. The food being discreetly dropped off while he got Marshall off the couch and agreeable to a sunset walk. It's got nerves fluttering around in the younger rappers stomach like butterflies.

Suddenly the scatter of rose petals and other romantic stuff like candles feels a bit TOO much. Too cheesy for Em to take seriously.

His hesitance must cause the silence to drag on for too long because sunglasses turn to look at him again. Marshall's mouth still and expertly hiding whatever thoughts are rushing through his head.

Colson's almost about to puke, or laugh and kick some sand around and joke how it all must be a prank from his staff but then Marshall smiles. One of those rare genuine ones that he doesn't work hard to hide, or feel ashamed of showing.

"Bout time you finally treated me like the princess I am."

It's soft, and not at malicious in its tease, exactly what Colson needs in the moment to jumpstart his confidence and get him pressing close once more. Hands slipping down to a magnetic spot on Marshall's hips almost instantly.

"Figured I needed some hot sun to thaw away all the ice first."

"Oh so I'm an ice princess now? You calling me cold?"

"More frozen than an iceberg. Absolutely awful. Using the hairdryer once a night was taking way too long-" His mouth hurts at the corners from his smile. Fingers climbing to run through Marshall's soft short hair. Hardly enough to need a blow dry but Colson's done it anyway to see it fluffy multiple times.

"Tch." Marshall's eyes have to be rolling. His fingers curl into Colson's belt loops to drag him forward the rest of the way anyway.

The two of them fit snug under the sunshade, sides touching despite the expanse of blanket all around them. Colson can't help but admire the way Marshall immedatiately moves on to pulling out the food and setting up some plates. Taking the lead as if this isn't a date Colson put together for HIM instead of the other way around.

"Holy shit, you packed tacos? Really trying to butter me up tonight aren't you-"Colson figured that would be Em's favorite part, not the trip itself, just the tacos. "Maybe you're not half bad then Kells."

"Yeah, yeah," Colson's turn to eye roll, his fingers finding the cold little container hiding away his sushi snack he's ordered for himself. "Figured I'd need to win you back over for keeping you up past your bedtime tonight gramps."

A second set of chopsticks swipes away his bite before he can get it. Marshall's amused chewing baiting him for more play. "Little do you know I already have the viagra and the astroglide out waiting at home for the long night I was planning."

"Yeah?" Colson's fingers swipe up a whole taco to steal a bite in retaliation, Marshall's noise of distress completely ignored so he can messily rain tortilla chip, meat, and cheese, crumbs all down over their plates. The quiet chastise of wastefulness ignored while he snags up a bottle of wine. "Thought we already proved I don't need any of that to keep fucking you all night. At this point we might as well invite Pete in to keep you satisfied- ow-"

The sharp jab of an elbow almost makes Colson spill his pour but Marshall's embarassed flush saves him from an additional dig.

"Meant for me to wreck your scrawny ass all night you brat."

The Pete joke is ever ignored, just like every other time Colson suggests it. A thin wall of interest obvious in Marshall's stark avoidance of the topic but they'll dream on that a different night.

"Imma keep you to that then. What number do we wanna bet on? 3? 4 times before?"

Marshall falls right into his trap as expected "Before what?"

"Before you tap out and ask me to tag in."

A middle finger and soft kick is Colson's prize this time. Attention shifting back over to the food in a silent way of truce. Both of them ever aware that if they aren't careful they'll trip their way into a riduclous bet like every other time.

But it's fine, because this is what Colson wanted anyway. Just some nice time to soothe his own nerves and enjoy eachothers company before the main event. He could sit and listen to the waves crash and watch Marshall meticulously pick at his tacos for hours given the chance.

The wine will help too. Liquid courage goes along way for Colson after all.

They stay like that until the sun drops to its lowest yet. Sky painted all pinks and oranges, the wind catching a slight chill. It's beautiful. Not unalike the sunsets in LA but maybe its the lack of smog or light pollution that makes it all seem brighter.

Colson has shifted down onto his side, stretching out along the back of the blanket. Knees offering support to Marshall's lower back where he remains seated.

They're alone. Truly by themselves without a soul around to ruin the moment or even percieve their actions.

It's peaceful. Colson feels the warm gooey seeping of love through his bones. He almost wants to fall asleep in this moment. Lock it in to last eternally over that timeless space where consciousness is far away and the past and the future can mix together.

He makes it as far as his eyes closing before Marshall's lips coax him back awake. A warm palm cupping his cheek, grounding him back to reality where silly sunglasses and a sillier hat continue to hide away those expressive eyes.

They're the first thing Colson plucks off before they roll. His body pinning the older man's to the ground in a soft huff. Hat flopping back to cup Marshall's head while blue eyes crinkle in endearment.

Colson loves him and says so with everything he's got the moment he finds his voice again. Ripping the proverbial bandaid off to lessen the sting.

There's a shakey half smile that wobbles across Marshall's lips for a moment before his expression softens altogether. "Thank god." Puffing between them in a fast sigh of relief before Colson finds his mouth dragged down into a kiss.

It's invigorating. To be seen and accepted so quickly. The relief across Marshall's face and desperation in his kiss almost all the confirmation Colson needs.

"Say it-" his mouth can't help but break away every few seconds between kisses though. Hands wandering and bodies sliding into a comfortable press. "Tell me you- fuck, Marsh-" he wants to drown the other man in kisses, in love. Pour it out of his own mouth in Marshall's to fill him and overflow just to guarentee he hears it back. "I fucking love you-"

A firm hand sneaks along Colson's lower back and another up through his hair. Breaking them apart in a lingering smack before Marshall's pointy nose nuzzles against his. Nose ring catching the same way their lips do. "Colson-"

It's painful. The way Marshall says his name, like holy scripture that burns its way off the devils tongue. Not a venomous spit, but a longing ache.

"Do you?" Colson's hips can't help but grind down hard, mouth darting to nip at Marshall's adams apple when he throws his head back in response.

"God- yes-" his tone is weak. Fingers tightening and body arching. "I've fucking loved you since the very first night you bastard."

The confession punches Colson like a knife, tearing right through his doubts and worries in an instant. He knows Marshall's telling the truth, can taste the embarassment and shame on the other mans tongue when they kiss.

"Loved you before I even knew if you'd tolerate me I think-" this time there's a laugh. It's tight and Colson can only match it with his own. Body shakey and fingers stretching to touch every inch they can.

"You should've told me."

"I know."

But he couldn't. Colson knows the pain Marshall's been through, has made his way though probably a dozen stupid fights in the beginning trying to end things, now with even more painful context. Of course the prick couldn't come out and say it first. He's been afraid just as much as Colson has.

Once you say it, it becomes something loseable.

"Can I, fuck, can I tell you something?"

Marshall's mouth is stretching up into a bigger smile, teeth flashing and tongue peeking as he swallows a laugh. Colson would hear anything he has to say.

"What?"

"I-" Proper laughter breaks them apart a little further, Marshall's hands slide up Colson's side to cup his neck and keep their eyes locked. Steady and firm. "I really thought you were either gonna dump me, or propose today. Like- completely skip this fucking lovey dovey shit and just beeline me right for a confession there in the moment, or, or just drop my ass out here in the bahamas so I can't make a huge scene-"

It's so comical Colson can't help but snort. A burst of laughter wracking through his chest immedaitely afterward that has Marshall pulling on his hair in jest.

"Seriously! You move so fucking fast on me, I can't keep up."

"You're crazy."

"And? That just means you're the weirdo who loves some nutjob."

Snorting again Colson can't help but shake his head and collapse atop his partner with a heavy drop. "I guess so."

He's feels exhausted. In a good way. Months of weight and worry off his shoulders in an instant. Body ready to start unwinding the last weeks worth of tension he's built up over just today atop of Marshall's comfortable chest.

"Propose to ya huh?" The idea sounds both silly and tempting. The door to their future finally wide open before them now with that three word admittance.

Colson is surprised by how much he suddenly wants that. Rings and a stupidly public ceremony. Marshall's hand clasped in his own, a single house shared between them. Another kid.

It's more dream fodder to make him smile silly. "I know your goofy ass aint ever marrying again."

Marshall's responding snort makes him laugh hard. "Says who?"

Even just teasing at the possibility makes Colson smile. He doesn't want to do that right now though. Too comfortable to play and joke around with Marshall so he hums a response and settles himself back down for a possible nap.

Warm arms are wrapped loose around eachother. The crash and retreat of the waves filling the silence.

Colson can't imagine more.

.

..

...

"Will you?" Marshall's voice and soft fingers draw him back in. Threading through his hair and mumbling kisses against his scalp.

"Will you marry me Col?"

[catboyfurina]

baizhu x diluc >:3

meow :3

[moonlight-prose]

alright everyone say goodbye to the spooky theme.

[wildflower-otome]

[melon-cream-enmu]

I have an idea

[echthr0s]

#i'm gonna try to replay it and be like *ben affleck smoking jpg* ''this was a mistake''

I hate how right I was about this but what I had conveniently forgotten was how awful the game is from the moment you enter character creation

everything about this feels bad. even from a sensory perspective -- the responsiveness of the sliders is abysmal, the way things load in is awkward (also the time it takes for every individual feature to load -- like hairstyles -- is insane. it's a good 2 seconds for every hairstyle. which like I don't even know why I was bothering to cycle through them more than once, they're all wack), and the textures and colours are OOF. I would have rather they just not included some of these hair colours at all rather than make them look THAT bad. skin colours are firmly middle-of-the-road and of course the darkskin option is nearly nonexistent. the faces??? HORRIBLE. every preset is either mid or awful (most are awful, a couple of the fem ones are mid). I have been here for 20 minutes trying to just make a character that I can stand to look at for 90 hours or whatever and I... am not succeeding :V

my intention for all this was to make Noah and that is not happening as such -- the male appearances are terrible. so I thought, fine, femNoah it is, multiverse theory doesn't care about gender and neither does Noah. but I'm still struggling! all because I have the audacity to want my character to be pretty in a game made in the late 20-teens by a company that has had experience making games like this for most of my life

like. when I say this was the best I could do.... this was TRULY the best I could do.

knowing that it really doesn't get much better from here is giving me reverse dopamine ngl.

[levi-my-beloved]

been daydreaming on the train this morning and oh fuck do i have the filthiest kitty levi fic idea drafted in my head hooooooly shit

[kochei0]

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon

[sunbentshadows]

Hey all, you know how internet searches suck now? When the results are awful, full-of-AI, death-of-the-internet levels of bad?

Start appending date constraints to your searches - "before:2023".

My results have gone from 90% AI bullshit to ~60% usable - which frankly at this point is a huge improvement.