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kettlefire · 7 months

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The boy under the ice

He simply appear one winter day in Gotham. The water had already frozen over. Citizens alike surround the cold pond for a day of Winter festivities.

The Wayne family making a yearly appearance. Smiles and greets as hot cocoa and coffee was passed around to children and parents alike.

Some people skating across the frozen pond, while others enjoyed the snow. Building snowmen, and having intense rounds of snowball fighting.

Even in the darkness and dangerous that surrounded Gotham, everyone understood what today was. To put aside all problems and differences. To simply enjoy the seasonal change, spending time with your loved ones.

It was perfect. Until a piercing scream broke through the laughter and joy.

Cries of surprise and fear immediately followed. The people on the pond had quickly moved away in fear and disgust.

Bruce Wayne made no hesitation to move forward. Fear thrumming at the idea that someone had fallen through the ice. Maybe it hadn't been solid enough for skating and a poor soul got pulled in.

Except the ice was perfect. The only marks from the slight scratches of the blades against it. Not a single crack or hole could be seen.

It didn't take long before Dick was grabbing Bruce's attention. Waving the man over with a grim expression. The once joyous moment quickly turned dark and grim.

There was a boy, barely older than Damien trapped beneath the ice. Even with closed eyes, the kid looked like he could easily be mistaken as a Wayne. Any urgency to help was quickly faded by the sight.

The boy's skin held a blue tint, noticeable even through the thick layer of ice and the water below. His lips a sickly purple, and not a movement in his body.

It was clear the boy had been long since dead. Floating in the ice cold water beneath the ice. Having just floated up to the ice by pure accident.

With a sombre tone, Bruce ordered someone to call the police. They would need the fire department to even fathom pulling the poor boy out.

Bruce, along with Dick stayed kneeled on the cold ice. Eyes trained on the poor boy. Wondering if this was a blessing or a curse.

A poor family out there somewhere finally knowing what happened to their son this Christmas winter. Only for the horrible news of loss to hit them, even then the mystery was gone.

The sound of sirens broke through the thick tense silence. Help would be there soon, but the day had been tainted already.

It took everything in Bruce not to shout when eyelids sudden snapped open.

Fear and pain-filled bright blue eyes stared up at him through the ice. Pruned and blue hands suddenly pressed against the ice. Purple lips moving in frantic and panic words.

Words that couldn't penetrate the ice.

Bruce moved quickly, standing and yelling for help. Calling the civilians to bring anything they could. A blade from the snow cone cart was brought over.

The thick silence and stillness breaking instantly as everyone joined together in a rushed attempt to help.

Bubbles raised to the surface, popping against the ice as the boy beneath it continued to struggle. Words of comfort spilling from Bruce, even though he knew the boy likely couldn't hear him.

Many people were ushered off the ice, not wanting to risk a massive break from the weight. The ice frantically yet slowly breaking and giving under the attempts. Shavings and cracks signaling progress.

Bruce's eyes trailed away from the ice he had been trying to break for only a split second. He could hear the sounds of the fire department pulling into the area.

Bruce's eyes met the teen's terrified one. A chill ran down his spine as he saw the fight leave the boy, a feeling of despair and loss filling Bruce.

He couldn't let it end like this.

Yet, the choice was ripped from him. The water below the ice seemed to bubble for a split second before he was gone.

The boy under the ice was just gone.

He hadn't sunk down to the bottom of the pond. He hadn't floated to another section. One second he was there, and the next he was gone.

It didn't stop the fire department from breaking into the ice. Into pulling all efforts to try and find the boy. The boy that almost everyone in attendance had seen in clear detail.

There wasn't a body. No sign of the young teen's existence, save for the now shattered and broken ice. It seemed to be nothing, a strange blimp in a Gotham day.

Everyone was meant to move on without a second thought.

Except Bruce couldn't. He couldn't get the sight of terrified eyes meeting his. He knew there was too the story. That boy needed help.

He wasn't simply trapped under the ice. The boy wasn't simply dead. He was suffering. And Bruce would be damned if he just brushed it off like everyone else.

It's a good thing Bruce didn't. A late night in the cave, listening to the police scanners. Trying to push away the lingering sadness and pain he felt from the boy.

That's when he heard it. The call of a young boy being found trapped under the ice. In a different pond.

That was all the confirmation Bruce needed. He sent out an order to every vigilante apart of his family. To keep an eye out for the elusive boy.

Bruce was going to crack this mystery. He was going to help this kid, no matter what it took.

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skylersprompts · 5 months

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DC X DP Prompt *19*

Daniel Kane knew that he was different. The older he got, the more he remembers about a different life. A life with a different older sister - Jazz - and not in Gotham, but somewhere in the Midwest. But he didn't dwell on it to much. He loves his sister Martha and he couldn't be happier for her. She married Thomas Wayne and they both seemed to be so in love. Then Martha got pregnant and a few month later he held his little godson/nephew Bruce in is arms.

Daniel stayed close to the Waynes and was more often in their house then not. But he also started to remember more, things that seemed impossible. Like a blues skinned, floating boy/man/grandpa. Sometimes when he looked in the mirror, his features looked wrong for a split second. White hair, green eyes and far to young. But he pushes all of this away and tries to live a normal life.

Then his sister and Thomas die. So he does the only right thing and becomes little Bruce's Guardian. It's hard, even with Alfred's help. But he tries do be there for him, while grieving behind closed doors.

When Bruce comes to him, to tell him about his idea to protect the people of Gotham, he first wants to objects, but something tells him that this needs to happen.

So after a few years Bruce becomes Batman. And Daniel worries every night, but he somehow knows that his nephew is doing the right thing.

And as their family grows, he can´t help but be grateful, even though his memories become more and more distorted. It was like he had a life before this one. A life of a normal middle class kid, then a teen hero with outlandish powers. But he was never much older than Damien in his memories, even though he got a new one almost every night.

At some point he started to write everything down. He hid his notes from the rest of the family, until one day when he had a strange feeling. He left everything out in the open for the others to find.

Daniel Kane wasn’t seen again after this day.

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The same day, a black haired teen stepped into a portal to another dimension, dying without dying.

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Clockwork had a sad smile on his face. But this was what had to be done to right the timeline. Danny Phantom couldn’t exist without Daniel Fenton, so he needed to make sure that this time someone was around who could also protect his human side.

After his identity got revealed accidentally and his parents captured him, it didn’t take long till his human half couldn’t take it anymore. He was only able to rescue the full Ghost of Danny Phantom and it took so long for the young ghostling to heal.

He send his soul back to reincarnate in the past so that they could change everything and he was again able to become the Ancient of Balance. But the moment that Daniel Fenton formed as a Ghost the soul of Phantom had to be reabsorbed into him. And so Daniel Kane would no longer exist.

But Bruce Wayne would still see him as family and Danny would get the family he deserved, even if he didn’t know this anymore.

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cozy-earthbaby · 9 months

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3 of a Soul - (part 3)

(Repost)

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(A/N - Everyone is over 18 to make life easier)

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Jason was pissed.

There was nothing really else about it.

It started with Replacement.

Jason had asked him the check out a new cafe that had popped up close to his turf that was giving him all the wrong vibes. Just standing outside the place made Jason's skin crawl and the pits go wild. Obviously, there was something wrong with the place, and who beast to sus it out than the most paranoid of the Bats? So far so good. Then Tim kept going back, and not even going back to investigate. No. He was gone for hours in there just enjoying himself and getting unrelated work done.

That really set Jason's mood off.

So, what did he do?

He got Dicky involved.

Who then dragged along Demon Brat.

Surely, they would get to the bottom of what was going on, right?

Wrong.

They had become just as bad as Tim! Dick was even stopping in there as Nightwing before patrols and getting a drink to go. It was getting ridiculous! And it was pissing Jason off to no end.

That's how he found himself standing outside the cursed establishment, swearing to himself as his brothers eagerly pushed him to the door.

"Come on, little wing! This place is great! Just wait till you meet the boys. Danny is a riot! and Pete is such a sweety. They're great!!! Oh. and maybe you'll get to see Ro! They're something else I tell ya! Trust me. You'll love it in there." Dick was clambering on as they neared.

"I swear Dicky. If you make me regret coming here, I'm putting glitter in your shoes." Jason grumbled out bitterly.

"Todd, don't be immature. Danny is harmless, Peter is amiable, and Ro is respectable. There is no need for you to act like a child." Damien chastised in a bored tone.

"Amiable? Respectable? Don't let them hear you say that! You won't hear the end of it." Tim teased out, clearly excited to enter the cafe.

The bell let out a chime as the four of them walked in the door.

Jason immediately felt the pits both rise up and curl into itself. Looking around, he locked eyes with the cause, and the cause looked back. Time seemed to stop, and Jason couldn't take his eyes off the man before him as he approached the counter. He was pale, almost sickly, a tad shorter than Tim but taller than Damien, with impossibly dark hair, eye bags, and the brightest blue eyes Jason had ever seen. His presence both demanded attention and demanded for one to look away. The world froze as their eyes met, eyes matching eyes, the eyes of predators. A lazy grin and a cocked brow rested on the young man's face, looking almost excited. A challenge. A challenge Jason didn't know if he could win. Fear. Jason was seeing green.

"Don't even think about it!" A feminine voice called out, stern and authoritative. From the back came a tall strawberry blonde, standing in what could be described as a 'scolding mom' pose. A handsome young man with chestnut hair and sweet honey doe eyes stood next to them, amused smirk on his face. "Danny. We talked about this."

Like a broken spell, the world returned to normal, not a bit of green to be seen. The pits had gone quiet.

Jason almost felt... at peace.

The young man seemed to deflate into a dramatic sigh. The intimidating aura that was coming from him all but vanished, breaking the illusion of whatever that was.

" But Rooooo! He's perfect! Look at him! Just one little fight, please?? I promise I won't break anything." Danny wined out as he lazily gestured to the group of boys, all but Jason clearly amused.

"No means no, Danny, you heard them! Sorry about Danny, we just got him to stop biting people. Sometimes he forgets." The other boy sang out. His New York accent was strong and playful. The friendly tease caused a snort from Jason's brothers and a dramatic gasp from Danny.

"Petey! 'Att's so unfair! I was just gonna great the guy! Just a little friendly fight!" Danny whined out, flopping onto the other man. "I wasn' gonna be doin anything too crazy! Swear!"

Peter flicked Danny's head, earning a groan. Blinking away his confusion, Jason couldn't help his smile with a chuckle, the two of them were strangely charming how they acted off each other. Dick was right, they were kinda funny to watch. An apologetic smile was sent his way. "Sorry again about that. Name's Peter, this is Ro, and you've met Danny."

"No problem Peter! This is our brother Jason, it's his first time. Jay here heard that we were big fans of the place, and he just had to come with us and check it out!" Dick, by some greater power was ever the social butterfly, decided now was the best time to be laying the charm on thick as he wrapped an arm around Jason. Ro gave a nod before returning to the back. Peter took his place next to Danny behind the counter.

"Nice! Still. Sorry again. Now, what can we get you boys?" The New York accent taking on a friendly, almost playful tone, as his doe eyes crinkled with his smile. The pink on this brother's faces did not go unnoticed by Jason. Interesting.

"The usual for us, Jay will take a Special." Dick said with a wink.

"Awesome! One special order and three regulars coming right up!" Peter rung them up, then dragged Danny to the back, who complained the whole way.

"Tch. Danny is defiantly an idiot. Drake, you need better taste. " Damien said with no real malice.

"He's not so bad once you get talking to him. He's just got some weird thing about trying to fight people right as he meets them. Peter swears it's just how things are back home for him. I don't know. It's kind of funny to see." Tim spoke as his face reddened. Defiantly Interesting.

Jason decided to keep how Danny effected the pits to himself for now.

Guess Jason will be returning to this cafe as well.

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glaucouscherubim · 4 months

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This was an unfinished draft for the stereotypical horror movie yan. so this would contain some early designs and mannerisms.

TW: possibility of bad grammar, i only have a baby sis so idk how twins are supposed to talk.

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“Hey!hey!hey!” A hand slaps the back of your head. You could recognize that voice from anywhere and everywhere.

As you look up you could see the bright smile on the quarterback. Blonde hair that could place Rapunzel to shame and blue eyes.

You greet Damien. Honestly, you don’t even know how the two of you became friends… or relate to each other in any way. He just greeted you one day during your freshman year and he’s been attached to you ever since.

“Shit. Hey, you got some liner?” The blonde whips her hair back. Thick and wavy. Pink lipgloss on her plump lips. The cheer team captain. Walking with you and Damien to the club room.

“Hey sis!” Damien greets her with the bright smile. “What’s up, dipshit.” She greets back, fixing her eyeliner with a pen.

You don’t know how you and Roxie got along either…

She smiles at you through her compact mirror. Snapping it shut and smiling at you, “Hey, babe~.”

You could only shyly greet back.

“What was with that yelling last night anyways?” Roxie sighs, “Screaming in your room. I couldn’t get any sleep, at all! I wouldn’t doubt it if you brought some girl and sneaked her into our house!”

And it’s time for you to stop listening to the conversation…

“What!?” Damien visibly tenses up, flustered, “I would never!” Scratching his neck, “It’s just that Corey’s kinda mad that we lost the game by one point….”

“Corey’s mad at everything, Dami.” Roxie scoffs, “That isn’t something to ruin my night skincare routine over.”

There was a moment of silence until their eyes glanced at you. Piercing into your soul with those demonic blue eye stares.

“You know…..” Damien pulls you closer to him, a hand around your shoulders, “You should really come to one of our games…. I would do better if you’d cheer for me….”

“Yeah….” Roxie adds on, holding you by your waist, “You’d definitely help him do better… and I wouldn’t mind having someone to cheer with me as well…..”

Squished between the two Siblings, you try to get away. Suggesting that you would rather not be there since how busy you were.

“Come on, Babe…” Roxie whines, “We could just pay Eros to do your work or something! Come on!”

“Please?” They both look at you with puppy dog eyes, pleading as you escape their grasp. Finding an escape to your club room.

You apologize and shut the door, bidding them away.

“Fine!” You hear them tell you with a smile, “Have fun at the chess club or whatever!”

The club room was dark as always. Screens among screens and screens. A few chess pieces scattered across. And the holy grail, a bulletin board of all the students (alive and dead) with news files and stolen documents.

A black haired student typing away on the keyboard.

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cosmoacrosscosmos · 1 year

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Batfam incorrect quotes

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Tim: What’s your biggest fear?

Damien: That I’ll never be good enough for anyone.

Dick: Everyone hates me and talks about me behind my back.

Jason: Zombies.

Damien: ...

Dick: ...

Jason: BUT they can open doors.

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Tim, about a fight between Damien and Jason: It scares me how many knives were involved.

Dick: There… weren’t any knives involved though?

Tim: That’s what scares me.

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Dick: So, everyone, what does a story NEED?

Damien: A character!

Tim: A setting!

Jason, a gleam in their eyes, in a near-whisper: REVENGE.

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Dick: I still don’t have a New Year’s resolution.

Tim: You could lose a few.

Damien: You could be less lazy.

Jason: Don’t be such a bitch.

Dick: Okay DAMN, SHIT.

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Tim, in a room with Damien, Jason, and Dick: It’s calm in here.

Tim: It scares me…

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Dick, pointing to the wall: What color is this?

Damien: Gray.

Jason: Grey.

Dick, turning to Tim: Now tell them what color you think it is.

Tim: Dark white.

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Dick: How did none of you hear what I just said?!

Damien: I've been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.

Tim: I got distracted halfway through.

Jason: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

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Damien: Made you all playlists!

Damien: jason, yours has only heavy metal, and is dark like your soul.

Damien: tim, yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression.

Damien: And Dick has the ABBA Gold album.

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aikoiya · 1 year

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DPxDC - Ship Names

♡ = Romantic

◇ = Platonic

Jazz Fenton/Jason Todd ♡ = Anger Management

Sam Manson/Damien Wayne ♡ = Vegan Rights/Gothic Order

Dani Fenton/Damien Wayne ♡ = Serious Chaos

Dani Fenton/Damien Wayne ◇ = Gremlin Children? Chaos Children?

Danny Fenton/Dick Greyson ♡ = Green Elephants?

Dani Fenton/Jon-El ♡ = Hero's Legacy? Super Chaos?

Dani Fenton/Kon-El ♡ = Clone Wars

Damien Wayne/Dani Fenton/Jon-El ♡ = Super Serious Chaos?

Danny Fenton/Kon-El ♡ = Super Dead/Super Ghost

Danny Fenton/Kon-El/Tim Drake ♡ = Super Dead Tired

Danny Fenton/Damien Wayne ♡ = Dead Serious

Danny Fenton/Sam Manson/Tucker Foley/Tim Drake ♡ = Everlasting Insomniacs

Danny Fenton/Tim Drake ♡ = Dead Tired/Brain Dead

Danny Fenton/Cass Cain ♡ = Dead Silent

Sam Manson/Cass Cain ♡ = Green Thumb?

Fem!Danny Fenton/Jason Todd ♡ = Lazarus Romance?

Danny Fenton/Jason Todd ♡ = Dead on Main/Double Dead

Danny Fenton/Jason Todd ◇ = Mostly Ghostly

Jazz Fenton/Bruce Wayne ♡ = Parent Syndrome

Tucker Foley/Damien Wayne ♡/◇ = Desert Sons

Clockwork/Alfred Pennyworth ♡ = Old Timers

Danny Fenton/Alfred Pennyworth ◇ = Old Souls

(Old) Jazz Fenton/Alfred Pennyworth ♡ = ???

Kara Danvers/Jazz Fenton ♡ = Psyche Report

Barbara Gordon/Jazz Fenton ♡ = TeleHealth

Danny Fenton/Duke Thomas ♡ = Ghost Lights

Dan/Roy Harper ♡ = Kill Shot

Dani Fenton/Rachel Roth ♡ = Chaos Crows

Dan/Bruce Wayne ♡ = Fire Bat?

Danny Fenton/Stephanie Brown ♡ = Haunted Eggplant?

Vlad Masters/Bruce Wayne ♡ = Vampire Bat

Sam Manson/Tim Drake ♡ = Blue Hour?

Sam Manson/Rachel Roth ♡ = Nevermore

Tucker Foley/Kon-El ♡ = Super Computer

Sam Manson/Barbara Gordon ♡ = Hacktivists

(Adult) Dani Fenton/Bruce Wayne ♡ = Wanderlust

Jazz Fenton/Cass Cain ♡ = Speech Therapy

Dan Phantom/Jason Todd ♡/◇ = Red Dead Redemption (this one's a joke... mostly...)

Dani Fenton/Jason Todd ♡ = Street Punks?

Dani Fenton/Tim Drake ♡ = Travel Photos

Jazz Fenton/Dick Grayson ♡ = Night Birds

Danny Fenton/Bruce Wayne ♡ = Frost Bat

Danny Fenton/Bruce Wayne/Talia al Ghul ♡ = Royal Frost Bat?

Vlad Masters/Talia Al Ghul ♡ = Royal Blood or Royal Plasma?

Penelope Spectra/The Joker ♡ = Gallows Humor or Kevorkian Clown or Suicide Joke (These are ones I made up myself & I'm honestly so proud of them! But dude... how freaking toxic is this relationship? O.o Don't know if there's any "official" ones though.)

Danny Fenton/Rachel Roth (Raven) ♡ = Halfworld Royalties/Corvid Crowns

Danny/Kaldur'ahm (Aqualad) ♡ = Cold Current

Danny Fenton/Koriand'r (Starfire) ♡ = Phantom Star

Danny Fenton/Cassie Sandsmark (Wondergirl?) ♡ = Wonderspirit

Alfred the Cat/Maddie the Cat ♡ = Feline Fine?

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I'll add more as I discover them.

If anyone happens to know more, I'd be thrilled if you informed me so that I could add it to the list.

I'd also like your opinions on what to name the ones with question marks. If you think you have a better name, I'd be pleased to hear it.

If I agree with your assessment, I might even add it to the list.

I really like Lazarus Romance for something.

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elenavr13 · 8 months

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Darkiplier/Damien Playlist (Updated)

172 songs

Evermore- Dan Stevens

Everybody Wants To Tule the World- Lorde

Control- Halsey

Gasoline- Halsey

Dynasty- MIIA

Judas- Lady Gaga

Take Me To Church- Hozier

Castle- Halsey

Sing To Me- MISSIO

Kamikazee- MISSIO

Panic Room- Au/Ra

Isolate- Sub Urban

Elastic Heart (Rock Cover)- Written by Wolves

Crossfire- Stephen

Dead!- My Chemical Romance

Stressed Out- Twenty One Pilots

Look What You Made Me Do- Taylor Swift

Smooth Criminal- Michael Jackson

The Voice of Darkiplier- Markiplier

I’ll Be Good- Jaymes Young

I Wanna Be Yours- Arctic Monkeys

Do I Wanna Know- Arctic Monkeys

In His Eyes- Jekyll & Hyde (musical)

Can You Feel My Heart- Bring Me to the Horizon

Feeling Good- Michael Buble

Can You Feel My Heart x Favorite Dress (slowed)- Miro remix

My Demons- Starset

Achilles Come Down- Gang of Youth

Monster- Skillet

What’s the Use of Feeling Blue- Caleb Hyles

Where I Want to Be- Chess in Concert

Can’t Help Falling In Love- Ice Nine Kills

The American Nightmare- Ice Nine Kills

A Grave Mistake- Ice Nine Kills

Left Behind- DAGames

Farewell II Flesh- Ice Nine Kills

Below the Surface- Griffinilla

The Wrecked and the Worried- NateWantsToBattle

You Can’t Take Me Anywhere- NateWantsToBattle

Goner- Twenty One Pilots

You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid- The Offspring

Fake You Out- Twenty One Pilots

Miss You- Corpse

Epoch- The Living Tombstone

In the End- Linkin Park

Me, Myself & Hyde- Ice Nine Kills

The World In My Hands- Ice Nine Kills

Popular Monster- Falling In Reverse

Monster- Imagine Dragons

What I Could Have Been- Sting

Hushh- AViVA

Phantom of the Opera

Darkside- NEONI

Broken- DNMO & Sub Urban

Killer In the Mirror- Set It Off

Doubt- Twenty One Pilots

I’m Not Okay- My Chemical Romance

Friends on the Other Side- Princess and the Frog

Poison- WE ARE THE FURY

Apologize- One Republic

My Lullaby (metal cover)- Jonathan Young

I See Red (slowed)- Everybody Loves an Outlaw

Tear In My Heart- Twenty One Pilots

I Hate Everything About You- Three Days Grace

F.L.Y- Ice Nine Kills

Migraine- Twenty One Pilots

Car Radio- Twenty One Pilots

Demons- MISSIO

Snakes- PVRIS & MIYAVI

Villain- KDA

Royalty- Egzod & Maestro Chives ft. Neoni

The Red Means I Love You- Madds Buckley

Loser- Neoni

Not Ready To Die- Avenged Sevenfold

I Want You- Mitski

Poltergeist- Corpse

Life Waster- Corpse

All Of Me (slowed)- John Legend

Young And Beautiful- Lana Del Rey

Dark Paradise (slowed)- Lana Del Rey

How Villains Are Made- Madalen Duke

Love and War- Fluerie

Dark Things- Adona

Wicked Game- Ursine Vulpine

Neptune- Sleeping At Last

Enemy- Tommee Profitt

Far From Home (The Raven)- Sam Tinnesz

City Of The Dead- Eurielle

Throne- Saint Mesa

Paint it, Black- Ciara cover

Man Or A Monster- Sam Tinnesz

Dark On Me- Starset

Hell’s Comin’ With Me- Poor Mans Poison

Wires- The Neighbourhood

Liquid Smooth- Mitski

Little Dark Age- MGMT

Devil In Disguise- Elvis (LLusion)

Toxic- 2WEI

Dark Room- Foreign Figures & EJ Michels

Heathens- Twenty One Pilots

Dance With The Devil- Breaking Benjamin

Black Out Days- Phantogram

Somewhere Only We Know- Keane

Monsters- Ruelle

Whispers In The Dark- Skillet

Salvaged- NateWantsToBattle

Saint Bernard- Lincoln

F*ck You- Silent Child

I Know Those Eyes/This Man Is Dead- Thomas Borchert, Brandi Burkhardt

Broken Inside- Broken Iris

Sweet Dreams- Besomorph

EVIL- AViVA

Saints- Echos

Screaming Bloody Murder- Sum 41

Dandelions (slowed)- Ruth B

Master Mirror- Ashley Serena

Everyday A Little Death- The Count of Monte Cristo

FREAK- Jordan Friction

Broken (slowed)- lovelytheband

Michelle- Sir Chloe

Like A Villain- BAD OMENS

If It’s Vengeance You Want- Unlike Pluto

Monster- Fight The Fade

Listen Before I Go- Billie Eilish

Mary On a Cross (slowed)- Ghost

R.I.F.P.- MOTHICA

Nervous- Lola Blanc

Unravel- Johnathan Young

Lost In Paradise- Evanescence

Lies- Evanescence

Haunted- Laura Les

Dread- Unlike Pluto

Monsters- Shinedown

Black Soul- Shinedown

Sorrow- Sleeping At Last

Seeing Red- Saint Chaos

Villain- Bella Poarch

Lithium- Nirvana

Smells Like Teen Spirit- Nirvana

Down With The Sickness- Disturbed

Animal I Have Become- Three Day Grace

Greed- Godsmack

One of Us is the Killer- The Dillinger Escape Plan

All The King’s Horses- Karmina

Gilded Lily- Cults

Haunted & Unwanted- NateWantsToBattle

Symbol of My Regret- NateWantsToBattle

In My Head- NateWantsToBattle

Vendetta- Unsecret & Krigare

Nothing To Me- NateWantsToBattle

Chasing Cars- Sleeping At Last

Villain- MISSIO

Used to the Darkness- Des Rocs

Unforgiven- Ghost Nation

Monster- Starset

Eight- Sleeping At Last

Already Gone- Sleeping At Last

Devilish- The Phantoms

Motherland- Reach

Falling Away From Me- Korn

Just a Man- Jorge Rivera-Herrans & EPIC Ensemble

Something Wicked- Starset

Darkness in Me- Fight The Fade

I Would Die for You- In This Moment

Eye For An Eye- Rina Sawayama

Psycho in my Head- Skillet

Done With Everything- Line So Thin

Monster- Besomorph

Twisted Games- Night Panda, Krigarè

Killer Inside of Me- Willyecho

King For A Day- Pierce The Veil ft. Kellin Quinn

someone i’m not- Layto

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thebarontheabyss · 3 months

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What is everyone's favorite animal? Which animals would describe them best?

Oh, that's a good one! If it's ok, for the sake of simplicity, I will combine each character's favorite animals and their symbolic representations. Also, let's use Merlin's law from "The Sword in the Stone," so only animals from the realm of Earth. AND NO PINK DRAGONS! 🐲

Unsurprisingly, Death resonates deeply with the Death's-head Hawkmoth. These moths, after all, serve Death in the afterlife, carrying the souls of mortals to the ethereal realms. Like Death, moths represent the cycle of life, silently flitting alone through the darkness.

The California Kingsnake, known for its cannibalistic tendencies, mirrors Lilith/Damien's nature of consuming and thriving in a world where devouring one's kind is part of the game.

Pepper, the black cat, is not just a favorite but also a spirit animal for Morgan/Morgana. Black cats symbolize independence, unpredictableness, mystery, and a touch of the supernatural—traits that the witch and their familiar embody.

The Black-faced Impala, with its striking appearance and resilient nature, fits Hastur perfectly. These animals are not only graceful and strong but also symbolize secrets and survival. Hastur used to relate more to predatory animals in the past, but now, the impala represents him very well.

The Eurasian Eagle-owl, a symbol of wisdom and clairvoyance, perfectly encapsulates Yaga's essence. With their penetrating gaze and majestic presence, these owls reflect her profound insight and her ability to see beyond the mundane.

The Blue Jay is the animal for Peisinoe. Known for their boldness, aggression, and, of course - their singing and vibrant communication skills, Blue Jays symbolize Peisinoe's charismatic, expressive, and sometimes confrontational nature

Shelly's spirit animal would be the Golden Retriever. They embody the joy and warmth that Shelly brings everywhere - but also their loyalty and strong family bonds.

The African Elephant, a being of immense wisdom and a bearer of ancient memories resonates with He Without Name. These gentle giants are mighty but have a strong need for community.

The Raven: Well, what do you think?

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ronnie2point0 · 5 months

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... nobody told me to do this nobody not a single soul d. bloodmarch nsfw headcanons.

CRUCIFY ME CRUCIFY ME RIGHT NEXT TO JOSEPH I DON'T CARE. I HAVE DONE WHAT MANY MEN HAVE FEARED TO DO AND SOMEONE IS PROBABLY SEARCHING FOR SOME RECENT SHIT LIKE THIS ANYWAY

anyways i may or may not have studied his character a little too long if it feels a little too accurate (or not) don't shoot me please

Judging by the affectionate nature he's got (ex. bouquet making, letters to you, etc.) Damien would be the kind of man to 'go big or go home'; loves the setup of the 'rosepetals leading to the bed' trope, big on enhancing the experience down to the little things (ex. scent of candles, lighting, bedsheets and coloring, music if you care for it, even down to the body wash and fragrances on himself to keep you interested + kind of aphrodisiac-esque?)

King of Sensuality. What did you expect? He's a Victorian aficionado. He writes poetry. He indulges in raunchy NaruSasu fanfiction. He's got saucy things to say when the time is right, and it's shocking everytime. Knowingly presenting himself as incredibly put-together, gentlemanly-like and respectful, he sure as hell uses your inital perception of him to his advantage. Starts with little sweet compliments and quips about your appearance, then it'll be the gestures. The lingering finger dropping down your spine before he departs. The longing gaze before dropping it to keep you thinking about what's in his mind. The nectar-sweetness of his caress of your cheek until a kiss is given... and he'll make it last just before you need more. Small bonus: Body Worship™.

He's a switch. I don't make the rules. Depending on the partner he'll fluctuate more on topping or bottoming, but generally Damien will love both. Avid strap-on user. If he's bottoming: missionary through-and-through. Likes the intimacy of seeing your face + reactions to his own if you hit/touch a spot he loves, likes to gently claw at your back or wrap himself around your neck and feel you near. Topping? Lotus. Same case of intimacy mentioned prior. (of course in reverse)

Probably enjoys the flair of kinks/fetishes; the man avidly imagines things a little too vividly when it comes to sex + has his naughty ass books to prove he's most likely interested. May enjoy wax play, raunchy massages in moody lighting (probably would pick up the kind of oils that make your skin tinge/heat), yes it's super on the nose but a vampire kink. May or may not like doing it in his study (mainly oral) and has a guilty pleasure for being called "sir". He tries not to acknowledge that one but his pink cheeks give it away.

Sorry to crush any small dreams but the man is too nice for his own good; painfully patient and incredibly good at purred praises but can't bare the idea of insulting/degrading you in anyway shape or form. To Damien your body is a shrine he'll praise and keep in prisitine condition till 'Death Do Us Part' because it hurts the values and morals he has for himself. And maybe he's a bit scared you won't take it well if he does have the courage to try once on a blue moon. Worst he can get is being some sassy little tease (thank Mary for the influence) and prod your buttons until it's too much, which in his eyes he can see as 'forgivable sadism'.

Damien isn't much of a vocal person during the early stages of your relationship with him—dysphoria is still presently a bitch and it does take him longer than most to fully dive into preparing himself to be bare in front of you. (its cute even when you know you've accepted him already) Tends to either hum or sigh at best. Later on however... loves to mewl. Loves to whine if he's frustrated from work and does the 'Pouty-Cheek Thing'™ if you're purposely hard on him (heuheu get it) for funsies + still timelessly get's shy and bashful if you're honest about how good he sounds

Remember how I said he's big on sensuality and enjoys body worship? small secret: his erogenous zones are by his thighs, inner wrists and ears. sorry i dont I DON'T MAKE THE RULES do you see how i have too much time on my hands also good morning tumblr so sorry for this

#ddadds #dream daddy #dream daddy a dad dating simulator #damien bloodmarch #damienbloodmarch #headcanon

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gavinsdeviant · 1 year

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Things me and my friends have said as Redacted characters

Just a warning that this is all for fun and the jokes that we wanted to share.

Also this mostly consists of me and @davidshawswife so do with that what you will lol

Hope you enjoy x

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Huxley, visibly sweating: “Please don’t unsubscribe, I swear it gets better.”

Damien: “You should start making ad campaigns for a gym.”

Darlin/Babe, gorging on snacks: “I’m watching true crime so it’ll be fine.”

Angel: “It’s like you want me to cry on the the kitchen floor.”

Guy, completely out of the blue: “We love an accidental piss.”

Darlin, bleeding out on their own couch, talking to Sam: “I’ll boost your ego in my suicide note.”

Gavin: “Hoe life or no life.”

Lovely: “WITH EVERY ATOM IN MY BODY I WANT HIM TO DANCE OVER MY DYING CORPSE.” (For storyline purposes, this is a joke)

David, completely done with life: “Please don’t tell me your a flat earther.”

Angel: “I’m really not but things would have been a lot easier for us depressed folks.”

Sam during Inversion: “As long as nobody was decapitated, we are all fine.”

Guy, after Honey comes home: “The princess was hangry, ladies and worms.”

Gavin, during Halloween in the 2000’s: “This is the skin of a killer, Bella.”

Their therapist: “We were talking about how to get extremely hurt and not lose your ability to walk. How do we think that could happen?

Lovely, contemplating life: “Death.”

Darlin: “Are you upset with me?”

Sam: “No… I just freaked out cause you were like SOS and I was like WTF.”

Huxley: “My mom thinks you’re pretty.”

Damien, blushing: “…”

David, sarcastically: “Have fun. Don’t crash.”

Ash: “Yeah, so I almost did in fact crash.”

Ollie’s listener: “My parents will probably pray for my soul. They already do. I’ve literally heard my dad praying for me and I laughed. He sounded so desperate LMAO.”

Their therapist: “Same.”

David, begrudgingly: “I love you.”

Ash: “I love you too, babygowrl.”

Freelancer, losing their shit: “You sound like a kettle.”

Gavin: “You sound like an imitation of a dolphin.”

Angel, eyes brimming with tears: “My mother just said she loves you.”

David: “Slay.” (with all due respect, this is a joke)

Darlin, talking about Quinn: “Depression and obsession don’t mix well.”

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am-i-late-to-this08 · 2 months

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BROKEN GLASS

DA X DARKIPLIER

My first da x darkiplier fanfiction so be nice 👍

Pt. 1?

Warning: swearing, panic attack, blood

"COME BACK YOU BITCH!" You punch the mirror out of anger, to no avail. "GET ME OUT OF HERE YOU FUCK! GET ME OUT OF HERE! NOW!" Your voice ricochets off the Walls of the mirror. "GET, Get me out." The blood in your ears defining you. "Please, please," You said as your voice faded into a whisper, your legs gave out underneath you and fell to the ground. "Fuck all of you." Tears cascaded down your face onto the tiles beneath. The entry was silent, only the echoes of your voice and damen-celine-mark things footsteps. That godforsaken bitch put you in here, whatever it is now, out there in your body you think? You don't know what happened, or where you are. You don't even know what you are anymore, only that you're stuck in a mirror. Stuck in this entry until someone has use of you.

No sense of time makes everything better. You think. The only thing keeping you sane is the ever increasing sense that one day you'll be useful to someone and get out. Your only purpose now is to watch as the years or centuries pass and wait. You've had a long time to think about what happened, and consider your life choices. All of this makes zero sense, but you know every letter of the books that were kept in the entrance room. The small bookshelf is slim pickings, a Bible, encyclopedia, a thesaurus, Shakespeare's greatest plays, molby Dick, smoke and mirror's (the irony),grimms fairytale and a book in Latin. You pick up molby dick off the coffee table and flip to the bookmarked page, somewhere in the middle. A sound of glass shattering catches your attention, maybe a raccoon or something like that. Instead you see yet another shard fall from the ever disappearing mirror. You fear once the remaining shards fall yet another confusion series of events may occur. "How do I know what I look like?" You ask yourself. After however long you have been in here, you lost any capacity to keep thoughts inside. Not like anyone will hear you.

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Yet another scuffle draws your attention to the outside. "Look how far you've fallen." A smooth voice coos. "I can't believe you're still here. Good God." Damien's tone calls. "You..." I glare at the man before me. His gray skin contrasts with his white tuxedo, lines of blue and red etch him. "... You bitch." He looks you up and down disinterestedly. Dark circles line his eyes, or is it eyeliner? "That's gay." You whisper. His brow furrows. "Pardon?" You laugh. "You're wearing eyeliner. That's gay as hell. Or did Celine do that?" You ask. He simply shakes his head. Red copy's glitch around him as his eyes flash black. "Celine says hello." Your face goes blank. "So, what do you need from me? Wanna steal whatever is left of my soul? I can't think of anything else you can get from me." You grumble. "You always saw through me. I mean us." The last word emphasized by a distortion in his voice. "I need your help." He paused as his face softened. "You're the only person I can trust." Rage contorted your's. "Seriously?" You snort. "After how long? You ask me for help? Why don't you use my body for something useful, like digging a hole and dying in it?" You snap. Before he can respond you turn away as glass cracks underneath your feet. He sighs. "It been ninety four years. I thought you might wanna know." Ninety four years? Shit that's a long time,you think. "How's the colonial? Is he dead?" You ask. " No, he's alright. As alright as he can be, watching you die changed him. Now-now he's fucking insane. Worse than you, and your bad." He adds, avoiding your glare." Thanks." You mutter. "Nothing is going to get better if you stop being so goddamn stubborn all the time." The blue etchings glitch around him, Damien? "Go. Fuck. Yourself." You hiss, he recoils like he's been struck. "Alright." His tone shift's to calm. "Stay in here for the rest of eternity and rot more than you already have. I won't come back, not for a long time." His gaze finally meets yours, no emotion in his eyes. "If you want I can bring you something to pass the time. Or, I can get you out and you can help me. This is your choice." He adjust's his jacket, fidgeting around. " Go. Fuck. Yourself." You hiss again. He shakes his head and breaks contact." I'll come back tomorrow in case you change your mind." He looks you over one last time before walking away.

"Fine, I'll do it. Only if I don't ever come back here." You cracked,the thought of eternity in this place was worse than whatever he had planned you decided. "And this time, I won't be your pawn. I won't be killed ether. Last time it didn't end well." He nods. First thing in the morning he came back, all your rage yesterday disappeared and turned to grief." Do we have a deal? "He purrs, something shift's in his eyes. "Yes. But-how exactly does this work? Will I be possessing anyone?" You asked. Dark shook his head and laughed." No, it's hard to explain but you'll get your old body back. So, don't worry." He explained calmly." Okay, get on with it." You chime. He reached out his hand, his fingers dipping into the inky black in-between of the mirror. You follow his motion. His cold hands contrast with your hot and clamy ones, with a firm tug your hand is pulled through the black. All of a sudden every heartbeat sends waves of needle-like pricks and and pain through your body. You clench your jaw and hiss through the pain, his grip tightens. You feet come off the floor and kneecaps scrape against the remaining shards of glass. Just like it started the pain fades replaced pounding in your head and the stinging in your legs. You opened my eyes which you unknowingly closed. With your eyes glued to the floor you notice the diamond tiles are backward and the way your blood drips on the dusty tile. Once your breathing began to steady you lift your head, dark stood a few inches away with his hand reached out comfortingly. "Thank-thanks." You croaked, his smile brightened. The blood seeped out of the wound on your knees, bits of glass still stuck in your flesh. You looked down at your blood stained white dress pants, the outfit you 'died' in. "You're bleeding." Dark said, hand still in yours. He follows your eyes and pulls back his hand leaving yours cold. "Shit." He swears." What?" You ask, blood still dripping." Let's get you cleaned up, we need to go." He says huridley. " Okay, I doubt there's any clothes or a first aid kit here." You grumble." Right." A tingle goes across your kneecaps and the monotonous dripping stops. You look to see the open wounds close and the bits of glass fall into the puddle of blood. "Since when can you do that?" You blurt. He lifts his head and meets your eyes. "Practice." You scoff at his response.

#idk what im doing #darkiplier #markiplier egos #markiplier #mirror #tw blood #wkm #darkiplier x y/n #darkiplier x reader #who killed markiplier #actor mark #wilford warfstache

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luck-and-larceny · 9 months

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14 Associations

About | Malika Bajihri

Tagged by: @the-wanted-man. Thank you! It was really cool to read that and see just how much overlap there is in places! Sub-dividers once again stolen from @ashenbun :D Cute moon cat divider from @thefreelanceangel.

Animal: I've got two answers here depending on how much you let me get away with the first one given she's a Miqo'te and it might sound like too easy an answer.

Black cat: The real inspiration for the character is a black cat. She's associated with luck; could be bad for some, could be good for others. What she wants is more important than what others want. She breaks things that are in her way or when she's bored. She comes to you when she wants to and she leaves when she wants, too.

Fox: Confident, crafty, mischievously playful and, honestly, kind of ridiculous. Maybe you think she's just a harmless thing, but I wouldn't recommend leaving her alone with anything you want to still be there when you return…

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Color: Storm Blue. I associate Malika with stormy, tumultuous weather and blue really feels like her color.

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Song: There's so many! I'll just go with Tongues and Teeth by The Crane Wives. Every lyric just feels so much like her to me.

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Number: Stealing Roman's answer: "3. Bad things happen in them. Good things too."

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Day or Night: Oh, the night for damn sure.

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Plant: Galaxy orchid. The colors just say "Malika!" to me. (And to @dumb-hat who actually recommended this when I was like "Ummmmm... What plant? What plant?)

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Smell: I don't think she wears the same perfume or bathes with the same soap all the time. But I like to think that whatever she wears is subtle, airy and light enough it's hard to notice it when she's with you, but when she's gone the fragrance hangs in the air: somehow more noticeable in her absence.

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Gemstone: Opals. There is a superstition that says that opals are bad luck for everyone but those whose birthstone they're associated with. Malika will wear every opal she finds despite having no idea when her actual Nameday is.

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Season: Late Autumn

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Place: Any place she's "not allowed" or "forbidden" to go. If an old, worn sign that reads "No Trespassing" hangs from an otherwise non-descript door and that door is just barely cracked open? That reads Malika to me. Nooks, crannies, high up roofs, and cramped alleyways in cities as well.

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Food: I associate Kumquat with Malika. The outside looks sweet and familiar, almost like an orange. Then surprise! The inside is a bitter, acquired taste you might not have been expecting.

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Eorzean Deity: Nymeia, for sure.

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Eorzean Element(s): Water, Wind and Lightning. Hush, I can choose 3 if I wanna!

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Drink: Any expensive drink in the wrong kind of glass- the cheaper that glass the better. Her drink of choice is whiskey.

Tagging: @dumb-hat, @mymistymornings, @thefreelanceangel, @argentrenard, @rylen-ashworth, @zhauric, @sundered-souls, @xmimiteh, @damien-ward, @unabashedrebel and @simplysoriya, @fair-fae, @ahollowgrave, @archaiclumina, @ashenbun, @lettersnorth, @the-sycophant, @its-the-val-pal, @tough-bit-of-fluff And you! Please tag me if you do this. Many thanks to Roman for this!

#FFXIV #Prompts #14 Associations #The-wanted-man #Malika

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fgfluidity · 2 years

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Summary: There’s a new static in the air.

Pairing: Damien/Dark x DA

Warnings: mentions of death, blood, wounds

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There's a new static in the air.

Dark has his own, of a sort. He first tasted it with his initial damaged lungful of air, taking the reins of a stolen body; it fizzled on his tongue like a phosphate, flavorless and yet bittersweet, like raspberry, chocolate, and death.

It was unnerving at first, of course. He'd never felt such a thing before, spreading through his body like a most peculiar wave. Similar as it was to the tingle of a sleeping limb, he at once felt renewed, dark power newly coursing through every atom and finding a home for itself.

Now, it fits as snugly as his own skin, comforting in a way. A sense of life in an animated corpse, ready to jump at the call or wave of his hand.

If only things had been so easy in his living days. What the people of his precious town would have experienced, then.

He’s had plenty of time for reminiscence and regret; right now, there’s a much more pressing issue at hand.

Figuring that the manor won’t burst into flames if he’s gone for a few moments… probably, he opens a tear in the world with half a thought, the slightest tilt of his head.

It looks like a slash in the air, darkness on the other side. Wilford hates the damned things, making his derision well known.

“Honestly, Damie, it’s so dreary and dramatic. Why not some color? You could make it more fun for anyone who wants to visit you.”

The corner of his mouth lifted just so, a wry and nearly pained smile. “Now, who would want to do that?”

"What about that little friend of yours? A little quiet for my tastes, but you always put them in your letters." His mustache twitched, a faraway look coming to his eyes. "What happened between you two? You never talk about them anymore- did you break up?"

The smile vanished, and Dark took a deep breath to stave off the cracks in his shell, the void and edges of his soul threatening to lash out. "Get out, Wil. I have work to do."

It's for the best that Wil doesn't remember. That he doesn't talk about it. He's too unpredictable and mad, these days; An agonizing and depressed Wil, with all the power he holds...

It's bad enough that Dark remembers. They don't need two of him.

He steps into the slash of void, into the comforting nothing of his new domain. Ordinarily, he might take some comfort in the un-ness of the place- the un-light, the un-cold, the un-noise- but he has a mission. Instead, turning like a bloodhound to the wind, he focuses.

Little but his own static in most directions, but in one particular way, to his front right-

It comes swimming up from the depths of white noise, like the edge of a radio station passing through the countryside. Faint, yes, but a voice- a lovely one.

Scheme a while, dream a while

We’re sure to find…

If his heart pumped, it would skip a beat, but his blood remains cold. All the same, he shudders, flashes of blue in the void before he can try to control himself.

He knows that voice.

He half runs, half stumbles to the next tear in the void, hardly bothering with decorum and surreptitiousness as he pushes through into Reality once more.

It spills him out into a room. Bare bones, but pleasant enough, a soft bed and a desk and a chair and a bookshelf, but those don’t- can’t- hold his attention.

It doesn’t matter the room he’s in, because here in the room with him…

The DA looks up. Though surprise crosses their features, it’s surprisingly mild, tempered with curiosity and- most frighteningly- recognition.

“You’re here,” they say, in their quiet manner. “Hm. There’s no adventure I know of… hold on.”

Dark can hardly utter a word, for once speechless and not because of his ruined neck. He can only watch as the DA, in an almost twisted parody of his own neck motions, the turn of a knob, tilts their head one way, then the other.

Click, click, click- all while their expression remains pensive, searching.

Before his eyes, they shift and change. A suit in one instance, a uniform in another, a dress, a burglar’s outfit, swim gear, pirate’s garb, a cowboy hat, royal finery- with each click, they’re a different version of themself.

Finally, back to their comfortable sweater, peering up at him. Slowly, they begin to smile. “No, no adventure. This one is new. Here, you haven’t found me. Not since…”

They close their eyes, take a deep breath of still air. Dark breathes in with them, almost unconsciously, and takes in the scent of honey and sunshine. Their scent. Fizzing like a phosphate, sweet and ticklish and almost too much for him to bear.

Their face softens. “Oh… oh, Day,” they murmur, eyes meeting his. “How long since that mirror broke here?”

He swallows hard. It always difficult with his twisted neck, but the pain makes it even harder, clicking before he can speak. “I… I can’t say. A year or two. I had you. And then-“

The DA nods sagely. “And then I shattered. I split into a million different universes.”

Dark shakes his head, but really, how unbelievable is that after everything they’ve been through? “In this universe- does he-“

“The universe is bigger than all that,” they chide, though gently. “He’s here. In some, we parted ways. In some, we haven’t. This one is of the latter. This me… they’ll need you. They’ll meet you, when the time is right.

“Patience, though, Damien. It doesn’t do to be hasty.” They grimace, glancing away. For a moment, their unmarred skin tears, blood in patches and rivulets, but they’re back in a blink. Less than. “I have to go. But they’ll- I’ll be here.”

Cold panic lances through his heart, and he braves a step towards them. “Wait, please- before you do…” He falters, taking them in. Every inch, from the curious tilt of their head to the way they stand, their eyes and nose and mouth and hair. It’s like water after years in the desert.

“Yes?”

He swallows again. Straightens up. “You said some things depend on the universe. … Do I always find you?”

The DA watches him. It should be impassive, and perhaps they’re trying to be, but he knows them far too well for that trick to work. There’s sorrow and pain behind those eyes, yes, but such warmth- warmth that immediately shows in their smile, the one they saved for him.

“Yes,” they say, so soft. “You always do, however long it takes. Even in the ones where it hasn’t happened yet, you will. Like he always said-“

“We’re stuck until the end of time,” Dark finishes, and finally cracks his own smile. “Until I see you again… keep yourself safe.”

“You too, Day. Maybe brush up on your piano a little more.” They settle back into their seated position, turning towards the computer where a playlist is pulled up. “I could really use my accompaniment again.”

He decides to step back into the void before this place’s DA returns- it isn’t time yet, and he can’t bear to ruin something ahead of schedule.

Still, he remains tuned in to their honeysuckle static, just for a little bit, as their voice picks up at the start of that verse.

Scheme a while, dream a while

We’re sure to find

Happiness and I guess

All those things you’ve always pined for.

#fg writes #wkm damien #y/n district attorney #mayor attorney #darkiplier

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cozy-earthbaby · 11 months

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3 of a Soul - (part 2)

(Re-post)

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(A/N - Everyone is over 18 cuz It makes life easier.)

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Drake was really starting to get on Damien's nerves.

Correction. The oldest three of the batfam were getting on his nerves, but it was Drake's fault.

It started with him and Todd discussing some dingy cafe at the edge of Parks Row. Todd was suspicious of how calm it was, so Drake looked into it. The usual background check and stake out. The place was clean.

Then Drake kept going there.

That then in turn made Todd more upset, who then dragged Grayson into the mess.

Which brought him here.

Standing in front of the aforementioned cafe alongside Drake and Grayson. Todd refused to go till the establishment had Grayson's approval. The tacky sign contained an idiotic pun that got a laugh out of the oldest.

"Don't know why Jay-bird has a problem with this place, seems quite wonderful to me!" Grayson's chipper mood only seemed to sour Damien's.

"And I told you both I had this handled! I don't know why you need to be here?" Drake complained, tired eyes glancing at them. "It's just a cafe."

"Tch. We really shouldn't be wasting our time with this non-sense. However, Todd would only continue to whine. He's under the impression you're not taking this seriously." Damien huffed out. It really did feel like a waste of time.

As they entered the doorbell announced their presence. A short darkhaired young man with pale skin and a troublesome smile sat at the counter greeted them. Bright blue eyes piercing into them. Damien felt himself shiver. Damien never shivered.

"Tim! My favorite coffee addict! Always good ta see ya! Your usual? Oh! Who're your friends?" The midwestern drawl stood out immediately as he addressed Drake, Smile growing with a wink. Drake in return turned a light shade of red. Tch. Pitiful.

"H-Hey Danny! Yeah, yeah that'll be great! And these are my brothers. Dick and Damien. They wanted to check this place out." Drake was attempting the small talk like his foot was in his mouth. Honestly pitiful.

Danny punched in Drake's order as he looked Grayson up and down, an almost evil grin placing itself on his face. "You go by Dick? On purpose?" The snark was thick in his voice, mischief in his eyes. Before Grayson could defend himself, a male voice with a New York accent called from the back as someone emerged.

"Danny! Play nice!" The New Yorker was a sight, an objectively handsome young man with chestnut hair that almost glowed and sweet honey doe eyes that seemed to sparkle. He was built similar to Grayson, slightly taller through. His face, smile, and eyes were warm and open, a contrast to Danny's sharp watching gaze. "Sorry about him. Don't know what Tim's told you, but Danny is house trained." The tease caught Danny's attention.

"Peeeeetey! I was just askin' a question! I was bein' friendly." The shorter boy draped himself over his coworker.

A snort was earned. "Yeah. Sure." The chestnut-haired man said drily, rolling his eyes as he redirected his attention to the brother's. "Sorry again. Names Peter. Now, what can we get you boys?" The New York accent took on a more friendly, almost playful tone, as his doe eyes crinkled with his smile. Damien felt his mouth go dry. Tch. What a bother.

"No problem Peter! As you heard, I'm Dick, this is Damien, and this is our first time. Timmy here is such a fan, we just had to check it out!" Grayson, ever the social butterfly, was already laying the charm on thick as he wrapped an arm around Drake. "Any recommendations? Unlike certain people... Some of us like to actually taste their coffee." The wink he sent Peter was probably a bit much. However, he was rewarded with a gentle laugh from Peter. The angelic sound made Damien feel warm and uncomfortable. It was apparent that he was not the only one effected, judging by the pink on both his brother's faces. Tch. Pitiful. Truly Pitiful.

"Alright. Alright. How about this? I surprise you two and tell you about the drink after?" Peter seemed excited by the idea. "I bet I can guess pretty close to what you'll like. Just let me know if you have any dietary restrictions." There was a Glimmer in his eye Damien couldn't place.

"I think that's wonderful! How about it Dami?" Grayson's hopeful eyes were that of a kicked puppy. Tch. Unbelievable.

"Fine. I'll partake in this ridiculous game. My dietary restriction is Vegan." Damien tried not to notice how Grayson lit up as he spoke.

"Awesome! Two special orders and one regular coming right up!" Peter rung them up than dragged Danny to the back, who complained the whole way.

After a moment of silence, Grayson spoke.

" So~ THAT'S why you keep coming back here, huh?" The suggestive tone caught both Drake and Damien off guard.

"Wa- NO! I- DONT!" It had appeared that the foot had returned to Drake's mouth. "Seriously Dick. What even? I come her for the coffee. It's relaxing here! Danny and Peter are fun! Also! I COME HERE FOR THE COFFEE!!!" Drake's face got redder and redder as he spoke. Tch.

"Hey, hey, hey! I was just teasing! Just teasing!" Grayson amended. "But it looks like you were right. Nothing crazy going on here other than that Danny trying Peter's patience. I'll let Jason know."

"Tch. Danny is an idiot. " There was no doubt about that. The man was a fool.

"He's not so bad once you get talking to him. He's just got some weird thing about trying to fight people right as he meets them. Peter said it's just how things are back home for him, and that he and Ro have been working on breaking that habit of his."

"Ro?"

"Oh yeah. You guys haven't seen them yet. Yeah. They stay in the back mostly. Very chill. Puts up with those two like a champ. If you two start coming around more, you might see them."

"Huh." Grayson went into thought with this new information.

"Tch."

Silence fell over the group as they made it over to one of the booths. No sooner had they sat down, had Peter arrived with the drinks.

"Ok boys. Give these a shot and tell me what you think." Peter could have been vibrating, he was so excited. It was almost cute. Tch.

Both Damien and Grayson cautiously brought their cups to their mouths, sipping slowly. Damien felt his Eyes go wide. It was his favorite kind of tea! The kind that took months for Pennyworth to get right. And here it was. Perfect, just how he liked it.

Slowly, Damien turned to the puppy eyes and friendly faced New Yorker, shock still setting in. Peter notice and a proud grin grew on his lips.

Rewarded with a laugh, Damiens fetchers softened.

Maybe this place wasn't so bad.

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oswinunknown · 2 years

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//explanation under the cut, feel free to ignore if you wanna try interpreting it cause idk if i showed it well enough (spoilers for WKM and its associated TW/CW)

lets get the three characters: -blue: Damien -green/grey: Oswin (the character, tho in wkm, i call him oz) -black: dark

before the events of WKM, Damien and Oz were very much pining for one another despite not being able to do much at the time for a plethora of reasons, so they went along with their lives, hoping for another chance to meet and interact again.

when WKM happens, we all know who dies, and at the end, the DA's body gets stolen by the negative parts of Damien, Celine, and a manor entity, leaving the DA's mind and soul trapped in the mirror.

As Dark leaves Oz in the mirror, the good lingering parts of Damien remains and sees the damage it caused to his old friend.

There Oz yells, smashing the mirror trying to free himself, all the while feeling betrayed by Damien. Both are in shock and in betrayal at Dark.

In a fit of compassion and determination however, Damien reaches into the mirror to grab Oz. He ends up grabbing the soul of Oz, leaving the mind behind in the mirror, greyed and shattered.

Damien holds Oz's soul and cries, comforting the person he loved with all his heart. Despite Oz's soul lacking the memories of the times they were alive, he still recognizes the man he trusted and loved, shedding a single tear before resting in his arms for the last time.

The last shot is of the modern Oswin who partakes in AHWM and ADWM, he awakes in his bed, his eyes glowing blue from the panic he feels. The dream he had was so real, too real, and he cant remember why he's crying.

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ghiertor-the-gigapeen · 3 months

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Sending this to you because we think you might be one of the few people who understand this. Has been rotting in brain.

Outmatched (the Reinaeiry version) is such a Celine song. 'Specially this part.

So you better run and hide Get your pathetic little crew Yeah my flames still burn blue I was born a ruler You were lucky to be born I burn hot while you’re a flicker of the second-born So you’re friends with the avatar And his dim-witted bunch You think your posse can stop me They can barely land a punch I’m invincible, inimitable And I sure as hell will win

Imaging Celine getting the crystal for self and that becomes her new blue flame because she doesn't need Damien's blue flame/soul anymore. Villian Celine arc. Set to destroy wat destroyed her.

Have barely sleep for days thnking bout this. - 🥽

We do need villain celine, dark magic with power evil celestial, when blue flame is more lethal than red flame

We NEED her to get in charge of dark's body again aaaaaaaa

#glider mail

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