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starry-bi-sky · 27 days

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i need to get this out of my head before i continue clone^2 but danny being the first batkid. Like, standard procedure stuff: his parents and sister die, danny ends up with Vlad Masters. He drags him along to stereotypical galas and stuff; Danny is not having a good time.

He ends up going to one of the Wayne Galas being hosted ever since elusive Bruce Wayne has returned to Gotham. Vlad is crowing about having this opportunity as he's been wanting to sink his claws into the company for a long while now. Danny is too busy grieving to care what he wants.

And like most Galas, once Vlad is done showing him off to the other socialites and the like, he disappears. Off to a dark corner, or to one of the many balconies; doesn't matter. There he runs into said star of the show, Bruce who is still young, has been Batman for at least a year at this point, but still getting used to all these damn people and socializing. He's stepped off to hide for a few minutes before stepping back into the shark tank.

And he runs into a kid with circles under his eyes and a dull gleam in them. Familiar, like looking into a mirror.

Danny tries to excuse himself, he hasn't stopped crying since his parents died and it's been months. He rubs his eyes and stands up, and stumbles over a half-hearted apology to Mister Wayne. Some of Vlad's etiquette lessons kicking in.

Bruce is awkward, but he softens. "That's alright, lad," he says, pulling up some of that Brucie Wayne confidence, "I was just coming out here to get some fresh air."

There's a little pressing; Bruce asks who he's here with, Danny says, voice quiet and grief-stricken, that he's with his godfather Vlad Masters. Bruce asks him if he knows where he is, and Danny tells him he does. Bruce offers to leave, Danny tells him to do whatever he wants.

It ends with Bruce staying, standing off to the side with Danny in silence. Neither of them say a word, and Danny eventually leaves first in that same silence.

Bruce looks into Vlad Masters after everything is over, his interest piqued. He finds news about him taking in Danny Fenton: he looks into Danny Fenton. He finds news articles about his parents' deaths, their occupations, everything he can get his hands on.

At the next gala, he sees Danny again. And he looks the same as ever: quiet like a ghost, just as pale, and full of grief. Bruce sits in silence with him again for nearly ten minutes before he strikes a conversation.

"Do you like to do anything?"

Nothing. Just silence.

Bruce isn't quite sure what to do: comfort is not his forte, and Danny doesn't know him. He's smart enough to know that. So he starts talking about other things; anything he can think of that Brucie Wayne might say, that also wasn't inappropriate for a kid to hear.

Danny says nothing the entire time, and is again the first to leave.

Bruce watches from a distance as he intercts with Vlad Masters; how Vlad Masters interacts with him. He doesn't like what he sees: Vlad Masters keeps a hand on Danny's shoulder like one would hold onto the collar of a dog. He parades him around like a trophy he won.

And there are moments, when someone gets too close or when someone tries to shake Danny's hand, of deep possessiveness that flints over Vlad Masters' eyes. Like a dragon guarding a horde.

He plays the act of doting godfather well: but Bruce knows a liar when he sees one. Like recognizes like.

Danny is dull-eyed and blank faced the entire time; he looks miserable.

So Bruce tries to host more parties; if only so that he can talk to Danny alone. Vlad seems all too happy to attend, toting Danny along like a ribbon, and on the dot every hour, Danny slips away to somewhere to hide. Bruce appears twenty minutes later.

"I was looking into your godfather's company," he says one night, trying to think of more things to say. Some nights all they do is sit in silence. "Some of my shareholders were thinking of partnering up--"

"Don't."

He stops. Danny hardly says a word to him, he doesn't even look at him -- he's sitting on the ground, his head in his knees. Like he's trying to hide from the world. But he's looking, blue eyes piercing up at Bruce.

Bruce tilts his head, practiced puppy-like. "Pardon?"

"Don't." Danny says, strongly. "Don't make any deals with Vlad."

It's the most words Danny's spoken to him, and there's a look in his eyes like a candle finding its spark. Something hard. Bruce presses further, "And why is that?"

The spark flutters, and flushes out. Danny blinks like he's coming out of a trance, and slumps back into himself. "Just don't."

Bruce stares at him, thoughtful, before looking away. "Alright. I won't."

And they fall back into silence.

Danny, when he leaves, turns to look at Bruce, "I mean it." He says; soft like he's telling a secret, "Don't make any deals with him. Don't be alone with him. Don't work with him."

He's scampered away before Bruce can question him further.

(He never planned on working with Vlad Masters and his company; he's done his research. He's seen the misfortune. But nothing ever leads back to him. There's no evidence of anything. But Danny knows something.)

At their next meeting, Danny starts the conversation. It's new, and it's welcomed. He says, cutting through their five minute quiet, that he likes stars. And he doesn't like that he can't see them in Gotham.

Bruce hums in interest, and Danny continues talking. It's as if floodgates had been opened, and as Bruce takes a sip of his wine, it tastes like victory.

("Tucker told me once--") ("Tucker?") ("Oh-- uh, one of my best friends. He's a tech geek. We haven't talked in a while.")

(Danny shut down in his grief -- his friends are worried, but can't reach him. When he goes back to the manor with Vlad, he fishes out his phone and sends them a message.)

(They are ecstatic to hear from him.)

It all culminates until one day, when Danny is leaving to go back inside, that Bruce speaks up. "You know," He says, leaning against the railing. "The manor has many rooms; plenty of space for a guest."

The implication there, hidden between the lines. And Danny is smart, he looks at Bruce with a sharp glean in his eyes, and he nods. "Good to know."

The next time they see each other, Danny has something in his hands. "Can you hold onto something for me?" He asks.

When Bruce agrees, Danny places a pearl into his palm. or, at least, it's something that looks like a pearl. Because it's cold to the touch; sinking into Bruce's white silk gloves with ease and shimmering like an opal. It moves a little as it settles into his hand, and the moves like its full of liquid.

Bruce has never seen anything like it before, but he does know this; it's not human. "What is it?" He asks, and Danny looks uncomfortable.

"I can't tell you that." He says, shifting on his foot like he's scared of someone seeing it. "But please be careful with it. Treat it like it's extremely fragile."

When Bruce gets home, he puts it in an empty ring box and hides the box in the cave. He tries researching into what it is. he can't find anything concrete.

Everything comes to a head one day when Danny appears at the manor's doorstep one evening, soaking wet in the rain, and bleeding from the side.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc prompt #man i just really need more dpdc stuff where danny and bruce have a good relationship. like man i NEED it. like i need to see these two #bonding together. and not in a cracky 'oh danny is a distant friend/cousin/etc' stuff but like. active participants in each other's lives #or as active as can be in this case. i neeeeed these two getting along and caring about one another #this idea came to me like last night and hasn't left since nd it was driving me up the wall to think about both positively and negatively b #i neeeded someone to hear about this or i was gonna implode #danny is the first son #tried to just get the general gist of the idea down but i definitely thought of the idea that bruce lowkey suspects vlad for having a hand #Vlad allows Danny to sneak off because he thinks Danny is alone. if he knew Bruce was there he'd be piiisssed and would put a stop to it #Sam and Tucker are alive they just got ghosted for a bit by danny bc he was in Major Grief and didn't wanna socialize. He couldn't go to #them because he didn't wanna put them in danger via Vlad.#oh that thing he handed Bruce? Yeah that's his ghost core. I have a headcanon (that isnt always applied) that ghosts can take their cores #out of their bodies at will and painlessly and without issue. and its common practice actually to do so bc they can be a not insignificant #distance away from said core before problems start to act up. and its common for ghosts to leave their physical cores at their lairs for #safekeeping because as long as the physical core is fine: so is the ghost. they can reform if their body gets destroyed. it also acts as a #fast travel sometimes. where they can reform at their core in an instant. its not inspired in the slightest by SU but i do see the overlap #most cores are pretty small for safety sake: its harder to hit if its small. and they're pr resilient too but its better to be safe than #sorry. so yeah. danny essentially gave bruce the physical embodiment of his soul and indirectly said #'if anything happens to me at least i'll be safe with you'#danny doesn't know he's batman btw #starry rambles.#was gonna go into danny becoming a vigilante beside bruce but im sleeeepy so i'll do that in a reblog. he's gonna go by nightingale if #anyone is interested. stereotypical but to be frank it is a *good* name imo. has a good amount of syllables and consonants to it #and the bird theme. and since its part of an ancestral name it has even more backing for it being bird-y without being meta

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halfmoonstruck · 1 year

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fun gang time

#deltarune #kris #susie #noelle #ralsei #my art #um. idk what this is. i do know that the effort i put into this is disproportionate to the result LOL #also i was kinda messing with potential print designs bc ive been thinking of doing that recently..#but it turns out toby doesnt allow selling of prints etc outside of cons #iirc. so thats a bust LOL #posting this a bit early but im sleeeepy and have to wake up early tomorroqw

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bloodydeanwinchester · 1 year

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i just know that cas calls dean beautiful and dean calls cas sweetheart but i wish that i could actually hear them say it

#destiel #thinking about them<3 #it’s early and im sleeeepy but i am going to disneyland today #jenna.post

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dumpsterfireofsubtext · 9 months

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I know now what no angel knows - Epilogue: Easy On Your Own?

avatrice wings of desire/fallen angel au

Fandom: Warrior Nun

Ship: Ava Silva x Sister Beatrice

Rating: M

Word Count: 18k (sorry lmao)

Notes: The End!!!! No more!!!

#i am !!! so tired!!! so sleeeepy!!!#enjoy!!!#im nervous #warrior nun #avatrice #ava silva #sister beatrice #wings of desire au #ava x beatrice #warrior nun fanfic #avatrice fanfic #I’m too tired to fix the link just .. idk just find the epilogue I’m so TIRED #gnight #time to honk shoo mimimimimi

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britneyshakespeare · 1 month

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kaily and i are going to dunkin donuts tomorrow morning

#it was a postponed sister date #we were gonna do it monday but daylight savings made us sleeeepy #tales from diana #im so excited for the coffee and breakfast sandwich im gonna order #u know im not really a regular orderer-of-coffee i make it at home normally #and if im getting a coffee somewhere. this sounds awful spoiled of me to say but. someone else is usually paying for it lol #my older brothers and sisters-in-law have various places they like to get coffee (dunks and otherwise) & they include me #is what i mean.#im still not in my taking-advantage-of-men era (and i never will be bc i feel so uncomfortable when they offer to pay for things)#(why!!!!!!!!!!! i will not return the favor. u want smth out of me??????)#i have a more consistent breakfast sandwich order at dunkin donuts.#sausage egg and cheese croissant. if u were wondering

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tillman · 9 months

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GRAH I need to just get a hitbox already though. My keys are too close together and combined w working with my hands all day its starting to rlly wear down my fucking lower arm muscles LOL

#txt #I already have carpel tunnel from doing art fr 20 years straight by god. fighting games and coffee making is not awesome for resting that #ok anyways. hyper over. im rlly rlly sleeeepy. I open tomorrow too. (dead)

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fan-art-ic · 11 months

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bed is the mindkiller. do not lay back down in bed. do not. bed is the mindkiller. clean your room

#AUSHDHDN #im struggling so hard rn #im so sleeeepy but i need to tidy #shut up mitch

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freebooter4ever · 9 months

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i never go anywhere in this city

#journal shit #im so sleeeepy

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avornalino · 11 months

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speed cas girl i forgot i took these pics

#so sleeeepy rn but im actually editing pics rn i swear #ts4

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razzlee-meow · 1 year

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small sleepy tickles

me writing this on the brink of falling asleep:

life is good.

this is gonna be real short considering the fact above. it's just a placeholder until i write hank being absolutely destroyed. and i uh, watched the "other incidents" (the non-canon stuff krinkles has made) and there's an agent named torture? agent torture? oh please, tell me you haven't thought of the same things i've just thought about. LMAOOO

edit: i lied. this is not short. i got carried away. lee!hank is the cutest thing and i'm not sorry.

anyways enjoy this short little moment between two babies (cuz they deserve the world).

lee!hank, ler!2bdamned.

hank needs sleep. everyone does. but nothing doc seemed to do worked. until they figured out a single method that takes the poor boy down in minutes.

he/they for hank. | they/them for 2bdamned/doc.

Doc knew how hard it was for Hank to fall asleep. Being constantly on the run and overall tense, fighting until he's bruised and broken, lingering on until the very end. Surely the poor mercenary would be exhausted, no?

Well, that was just the answer. No.

Although Hank could be exhausted beyond belief, as far as he'd ever known, there was no way for him to fall asleep. Well, that's what it felt like anyway. It got to a point where the bags underneath their eyes could be seen through the red tint of their goggles. It got to the point where even Deimos and Sanford were starting to complain, wondering about solutions to their problem. Eventually, they dragged 2BDamned into the equation.

They had the most medical knowledge here, and if that counted for anything, surely, they must've had some idea how to get Hank to fall asleep. "Doc," the mercenary muttered, letting out a soft yawn underneath the cloth that stuck to his face, "you called?"

They smiled underneath their own mask, nodding. "Yeah. The others are concerned about the lack of sleep you're gettin'. And by the looks of it, I feel like you should be concerned too." Hank shuffled by the doorway; their arms crossed over their chest.

"I'm fine, Doc," muttered Hank, whose body started to feel heavy. The doctor pursed their lips, suddenly standing up to go meet the other by the door. "You do not look fine. Go sit down on the table, alright?" 2BDamned pointed over toward the table they had just cleaned, turning swiftly on their heels.

"But, 2B, I can't—" Hank protested but was quickly silenced by the emotion in their eyes.

"Do not argue with me on this Wimbleton," they narrowed their eyes. "You look terrible, and everyone can see it. If there is a way to get you to sleep, I will find it." Hank pouted slightly, shaking their head as they reluctantly did what the doctor told them to.

Before long, 2BDamned turned back with a bunch of things cradled in their arms. Medicine to help with sleep, sweet auras to try and relax him (like that would ever work, he was constantly tense), and even some tea that they hoped would help him.

"This is stupid, 2B." The other person didn't reply, and Hank even went silent for a little while.

They began trying everything they could. At first, he took the medicine. It seemed that after thirty minutes of waiting and lying down on the table, it didn't work after all. Quite disappointing but there were other things that could work. The second thing they tried was to light a couple of candles, and other sweet-smelling things, but it seemed after the first second of smelling it, Hank wasn't too fond of this idea.

"Too overwhelming," as they had said to the doc, who had promptly put them out. It was fine. Maybe this last thing could work? They stirred some honey in the freshly made tea (of course, Doc had made it exactly the way Hank liked it) and handed the cup to him.

After a few minutes, the question stirred once more. "Do you feel tired yet?"

The same answer was given.

No.

2BDamned sighed, putting a palm to their forehead. There had to be something that could work. Anything! Hank was getting restless, they could tell, and after a few seconds of thinking, the mercenary hopped off the table, barely able to keep himself up. "Listen, thanks for tryin' Doc, but it just isn't gonna—"

"I GOT IT!" 2BDamned suddenly yelled out. Hank cringed backward a little, freaked out by the sudden loudness of his friend.

"Lay back down, but this time, on your stomach," Doc instructed, their mind racing with thoughts of whether this 'technique' of theirs had often times worked on them when they were younger. "I also need you to take your jacket off. Your shirt, too, if you're comfortable with it."

Hank hesitated slightly, before succumbing to their orders, taking off the top layers of his clothes and laying down with their head resting on their arms. "Like this?" they questioned softly, feeling incredibly vulnerable.

2BDamned could see all the scars that Hank had gotten over the years, the ones that were healed, the ones that were... getting there, and the ones that downright just looked awful. "Mhmm, that's perfect. I'm going to start now, okay?"

Hank nodded, closing his eyes to possibly help with what the doc was trying to do. But there was no way in hell they could've prepared for what they were going to do to him. Doc's fingers traced over his back softly, the gloved parts of their hand gliding across his scarred skin.

"Hng—" Hank repressed the urge to make any noise. He was shaking a little and his body seemed to grow tenser. Doc only smirked, finding the other's reactions endearing. The mercenary's fists clenched together as they hid their face in the crook of their arm, small breaths of what seemed to be laughter flowing out of their mouth.

"This used to work on me all the time," Doc explained quietly. "It would calm me right down. I used to have nightmares and had problems getting to sleep too, y'know but when someone would rub their hands on my back, it felt amaz— Hank, are you okay? You're not as calm as I thought you'd be."

The doctor paused their explanation as the man's laughter got a little louder, their fingers now circling a sensitive scar near his hip. Hank nodded. "I-I'm good, Dohohoc," they chuckled out, trying to hold back all reactions. The doctor's eyes widened as they finally figured out what was happening, a smirk growing under their masked face.

"Seems someone's a bit ticklish, huh? Don't worry, I'll keep it soft," Doc whispered, their fingers drawing random shapes on his back as they let out a few chuckles themself. The sensations kept switching back from being soothing to unbearably ticklish. It kept throwing Hank off a little every time they moved their fingers, but he couldn't deny that it did help a little. Well, maybe more than a little.

"D-Dohohon't tehehease me," Hank grumbled through soft giggles. 2BDamned was relishing in the noises they were hearing from the usually stoic mercenary. Their fingers trailed upward to his shoulder blades but suddenly stopped, watching the other flip over, his eyes widened. "N-Not thehehere, p-plehehease," they whined, their shoulders tense. "I c-cahahan't tahahake it."

2BDamned nodded, laughing along with the other. "Fine, fine, I'll stay low, alright?" They watched the taller man flip back over, still dissolving into giggles even though they weren't touching him. It was cute. Too cute, they caught themselves thinking as their hands descended on him again, gently stroking the lower part of his back, right above scars that had healed. "But since you're not tryin' to kill me, I have to assume that you like this."

Hank said nothing as his entire face turned red, the small breathy laughs still escaping from his mouth. The way his fingertips danced wasn't an unwelcome feeling. They weren't a physical person normally, avoiding people's touches like the plague, but there was something about the way Doc was doing it that made him completely melt. Even if he was giggling hysterically during the process of it. "I sahahhah- said, don't tehease me," Hank grumbled, clearing his throat as his words started to slur together. It was clear that it was working.

"I'm not teasing you. I'm stating a clear fact." Doc replied, pressing into the soft flesh of his back with medium intensity, watching the other tense up for a minute before relaxing again. "I'm glad something worked out for you. I know how hard it is for you to sleep normally. Especially considering all these scars. Must've been hard to heal from, huh, Hank?" They asked but was surprised when they got no reply.

"Hank?" The doctor took their hands off of them, leaning over to see a sight that they'd never seen before.

Hank was finally asleep.

2BDamned let out a small huff, removing their mask as a faint outline of a smile traced their features. They picked up the somewhat-light man, carrying him off to his room.

It seemed like they'd have to do this more often.

[Fin.]

#lee!hank #ler!2bdamned #soft tickles for hank <3 #sleeeepy tickles #sfw tickling community #madcom tickling #sorry not sorry #this is just a placeholder before i mercilessly destroy hank.#also not sorry for that when it comes out #im so tired myself lmao i have insomnia #this was a lil self-indulgent #also not proof read #so idk the quality of it #enjoy it regardless #i forgot my tag :(#razz-writes

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dariageorgieva · 11 months

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[ maria bakalova, cis woman, she / her ] - was that DARIA GEORGIEVA i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the TWENTY-SIX year old who has been in nightrest for TWO MONTHS and works as a BARTENDER AT DEADLIGHTS has a reputation of being ALTRUISTIC, but also RECLUSIVE. they reside in FOG GATE & people in town usually associate them with KNEES BRUISED AND SCUFFED WITH DIRT, HAIR PULLED AWAY FROM A SLENDER NECK, TEA SO HOT IT BURNS YOUR MOUTH, THOUGHTS HELD BACK BEHIND PURSED LIPS. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next.

cw // postpartum depression, parental abandonment, divorce.

daria’s parents were too young to have kids, but they were stupid and in love, and her mom, petya, wanted a baby — until she had one. then, the reality settled in, as did the postpartum depression. daria’s dad, hristo, stepped up. he changed the diapers, woke in the night, bounced the baby. they lived with his family, it was his mother who watched over daria the days both her parents had to work. is it any wonder than her mom felt detached? and yet, that is no excuse for leaving, which she did. one day she was there, dejectedly watching her boyfriend raise their daughter, and then she was gone. she wrote letters to daria, who wouldn’t be able to read them for a good while yet, who just wanted to see her mom again.

and then petya came back, suggested she and hristo get married, move in together (and out of her mother-in-law’s house). so they did, and they had another kid, and it started all over again. divorce followed shortly after, though by this time daria was nine, her brother alexander was five, and they both just wanted mom and dad to stop fighting. the divorce seemed to do the trick. alexander wanted to live with her mom, and daria wanted to stay with her dad, so they did.

they switched out for weekends, holidays, and even spent some strained birthdays all together. and then daria hit puberty. suddenly, her dad, who had spent so much time with her, didn’t have the right answers. he faltered when she had questions, and she realised… she wanted to talk to her mom. so she moved in with her. they didn’t get along well, or often, but it was what she’d needed at the time. hristo had been hurt, and when an opportunity came up for him to move to america for his work, he took it. it was a devastating blow to daria. sure, she’d moved out first, but he’d still been close. accessible. now he was halfway across the world.

their phone conversations were brief and strained, their emails less and less frequent. in the intervening years, daria graduated secondary school, applied to the national academy of art in sofia, and was accepted into their textile arts program. for four years she spent her days immersed in the world of university, and then it spat her out the other side with a degree and no skills that the job market wanted. she got a part-time job at a local market, avoided her mother’s judgmental gazes when they were in the same room, gossiped with her brother. and then her dad reached back out: did she want to move to america as well?

far too much paperwork later, daria is living with her dad and her dad’s new girlfriend in nightrest, feeling like she might have made a terrible mistake. her and her dad have grown apart, become distant, and she feels that they both have yet to fully forgive each other. on the other hand, her dad’s girlfriend is nice, and trying hard. so it doesn’t feel like home, but she’s working on that.

#nightrest:intro #d — about.#more to come probably but im sleeeepy today

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