I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt
“Woah. You look like shit."
Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.
The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.
"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."
And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.
The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.
If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.
"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.
"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.
"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.
The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.
He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."
There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.
"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."
Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"
"Daniel? Is that you?"
His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.
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the best way to luffy’s stomach is through his heart (or something like that)
a four page one piece fancomic in which luffy and law talk about luffy’s stomach
page 1
panel 1: a top view of luffy and law sitting in grass. luffy is leaning back on his hands with his legs outstretched. law sits crosslegged between them. they are both looking down at the hole in luffy’s abdomen, where law has used his devil fruit power to remove his stomach. “whoa! cool!” says luffy, while law hums, “hmm… interesting.”
panel 2: a close-up of law’s hand holding luffy’s stomach in its cube-like container. “it looks surprisingly average,” law says, “for a bottomless pit.”
panel 3: “isn’t it weird?” luffy asks. he is sitting with his back to the viewer, but his smile is still visible as he leans into law’s space. law is still crosslegged, holding the stomach, and he looks vaguely uncomfortable as luffy keeps talking. luffy says, “that thing can make food stop looking like food and start looking like poop! huh. wonder how it does that…”
page 2
panel 1: law looks off to the side, sweating and kinda grouchy. knowing he’ll regret this, he mutters, “i… know how… at least for NORMAL humans.”
panel 2: the back of luffy’s head takes up most of the panel as he demands, “what?! i wanna know too!” law grits his teeth and shouts back, “you’re just gonna fall asleep!” and luffy yells, “nuh-uh!”
panel 3: luffy grins widely, throws his arms out to the side, and flops onto his back in the grass. he’s loudly yelling, “tell me! tell me, traffy!”
page 3
panel 1: law is visible from a low-angle, as if from luffy’s pov on the ground. he sighs, “fine. here’s how it works.”
panel 2: this panel looks similar to the previous, but its slightly darker, with gray bars at the top and bottom, narrowing visibility to show luffy’s eyes are closing. law continues, “the stomach has two main functions.”
panel 3: law is now barely visible through the gap. luffy is almost asleep. law says, “the first, as YOU know, is the storage of food.”
panel 4: the background is completely dark, and law’s words trail off, “the second is—“
page 4
panel 1: a large, top view of luffy lying on his back in the grass. his arms are thrown wide still and his eyes are open. he has just jolted awake, saying, “hmm?” off-screen, law complains, “i don’t know WHY i bothered.”
panel 2: law accuses, “you didn’t listen to a word i said.” luffy sits up, his lips pursed and eyes narrowed because he’s a terrible liar. he says, “sure i did,” dragging out the “sure.”
panel 3: luffy breaks into a grin and proudly declares, “it’s a mystery!” law cuts him off with a “NO,” his speech bubble literally dripping with disdain.
panel 4: the silhouette of luffy and law sitting side by side. law is whapping luffy on the head with a light fist. law says, “idiot…” before bonking him. luffy yells, “hey!” but he is laughing, and a small “heh” shows law is too.
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“Look At Your Girl….” Prank
“You see how good she looks? Now imagine another guy enjoying her, you not meaning shit to her anymore. Exactly, get your act together.”
>>warnings: Tsukki -> suggestive, cursing
Kageyama, Tsukishima, Atsumu, Hinata
Kageyama
Kageyama was busy preparing his busy volleyball schedule for the next week
It’s been a while since you’ve spent quality time together
So in order to get his attention, you slump beside him with your phone in hand
Sensing your presence, he places an arm around your waist.
“Hey, baby.” He pecks your cheek.
“Hi.”
Without any warning, you play the audio:
Look at your girl.
He looks at you, then at your phone then back at you, confused.
You see how good she looks?
A blush starts to form on his cheeks and his lips curve up into a smile.
Now imagine another guy enjoying her…
His grin immediately drops at the horrifying thought of someone else being with you
“Hmmph.” Kageyama pouts, hearing the rest of the audio.
His grip on your waist has gotten tighter.
“Get up.” He motions to his lap for you to sit on and you gladly hop on.
You can’t stop smiling at his cute little pout.
It was hard to resist a kiss as you leaned in to give him a peck.
You feel his hand move behind your head, bringing you closer and preventing you from pulling away
The kiss lingers a little longer than you intend it to.
“Tob—” He enters his tongue, shutting you up.
He kisses you as if reminding you how much he loves you.
His hands cradle your face as you tightly wrap your arms around his neck.
After a heated make-out session, Kageyama pulls away with a smirk on his face, feeling satisfied with the dazed look on your face
“Tobio…”
“Let’s go out for dinner tonight. On me. I’ll treat you.”
You giggle and it makes his cheeks flush even more.
At the end of the day, you are his and he is yours. he knows that. just likes to be reminded
Tsukishima
“What is it?” Tsukki asks when you approach him slowly on the bed.
He was busy reading a book. He leaves the book open faced down on top of his broad chest.
He leans against the palm of his hand, elbow bent and muscles bulging.
Of course, it’s a habit for you to lay next to him, placing your head on top of his tricep.
“Listen to this!” You pull up your phone to play the audio and Tsukki remains silent to listen.
Look at your girl. His eyebrow raises, looking sideways at you.
You see how good she looks? He nods, giving an impressed look.
Now imagine another guy enjoying her, you not meaning shit to her anymore…
His face contorts into disgust.
When the audio ends, he picks his book right back up and adjusts his glasses.
No more words exchanged. Nothing.
“Uh, Kei?” You scoff, rubbing your nose against his arm
he ignores you
“you’re annoying” before getting up to leave.
“Aht. aht. aht. Where do you think you’re going, baby?”
“Finding another guy cuz it seems like I don’t mean sh—.”
“Don’t finish that sentence. It’s far from the truth. You know it.” Tsukki practically throws his book to the side, not caring if he lost the page he was on.
“I do. But…”
“But what?” He moves closer to the edge of the bed where you stood, taking your hands in his and kissing them.
“Tell me,” he says against your skin.
“I— I—” Instead of saying anything, you press your lips against his.
You can feel his smirk against your lips.
“If.” Kiss. “You.” Kiss. “Wanted.” Kiss. “To kiss.” Kiss. “Just tell me, baby.”
His lips move towards your neck and you feel his arms pull you in close before falling against the bed.
“I want a kiss,” you say shyly.
He chuckles, nipping your ear.
“Okay, pretty.” Tsukki turns you both over, so that he’s on top.
Before giving you a kiss, he stares at you.
And your eyes tell him that you were longing for more than a kiss tonight.
He definitely feels the same way.
Atsumu
“hmm?” He asks mid-crunch on some chips he was stuffing into his mouth
you were simply watching some videos on your phone while cuddling atsumu when he overheard the quote
“You see how good she looks? Now imagine another guy enjoying her, you not meaning shit to her anymore. Exactly, get your act together.”
“who th’ fawk is talkin? what does he know about whats mine?” he says with his mouth full
You giggle
“Who’s that, baby?” He keeps asking
“just some internet guy, love”
Atsumu turns on his side to pull you in closer.
“get off it. n pay attention to me now”
You raise your brow. “I thought you’re watching sports…” you say as the tv continues to play a live soccer game
“It’s not even volleyball. It’s okay baby. C’mon..” He puckers his lips, making you squeal and push him away.
Your actions make him pout.
“Whats up? I dont mean shit to you anymore?” He mocks the person from the video.
You giggle. “You have garlic cheese breath.”
“I’ll brush my teeth if thats what it takes to get a damn kiss from ya” He excitedly hops up from the bed.
You slapping his butt as he gets up from the mattress makes him raise a finger at you (as if he isn’t used to it)
Hinata
“You see how good she looks? Now imagine another guy enjoying her, you not meaning shit to her anymore. Exactly, get your act together.”
“Man…” *Hinata says his voice cracking up. Your playful smile disappears.
“Wouldn’t that be a-awful…”
You look at him apologetically.
“Aw baby…that’ll never happen”
Hinata looks dead at you in the eye
“No. tell me. Am I a good boyfriend? Be honest. I can use any critique I can get!”
You sigh
“You’re the sweetest, most loving boyfriend ever. I don’t wanna trade you for anything or anyone, understand Sho?”
He bites his lip, suppressing himself from crying.
“I-I love you, y/n. I mean it.”
You wrap your arms around his neck tightly.
“Well I love ya forever, my sunshine boy”
He holds you close, breathing you in
There’s nothing that feels as good as hugging this man
“Fuck, let me kiss you” *He whispers lowly, already claiming your lips before you get a chance to comprehend his words
You lose your sense of thinking whenever he kisses you
When a small whimper leaves your lips, he chuckles
“Don’t need anyone to tell me how good my baby looks”
And you’re in for an intense love bombing for the next couple of weeks
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something bad happened to you, and you died, and you came back wrong.
not wrong all the way. the little ways. you forget important dates, stopped going out with friends. it's harder to make you smile. you're apathetic towards things you used to love, afraid of places you used to go to cheer up. quieter. flinching. different.
you came back for love. you're still here for love. what pulled you back was a brightness so loud that even death couldn't outshout it. death heard the call and smiled at you and said okay. go home. somebody is waiting for you.
but you came back different. like lot's wife; you've turned into salt. you used to chirp through life in hops and skips; but now you lose skin just standing up. you have to move slower, skimming across this world without-touching-it. most things feel dull - until they're suddenly all-too-much. life, and being alive just rushes up and over you and you get hopelessly crushed.
you try to explain it to them: it is ugly, but this is what you are, now. the huge golden hoop of your halo now a little bronze ring. you are still watering your plants and wearing the same clothes. after all, you worked hard to come home. this life; so odd and off-color, now that you are wrong.
but they waited for you - it's just that they wanted the "you" that happened before this. the "you" that could sing in the show and hug people tight and look at a blade without breaking down to cry. the you with a smile in pictures. god, holyshit, it's like looking at a completely different person, isn't it. that other-you; the one they actually wanted.
you are the consolation prize. you are the body that forgot the ghost. you are the memory of the bad thing, and the death after; like you are wearing that memory as a banner. you are a fragment, an assembly. simulacrum. you don't make eye contact in mirrors, afraid the light will glance off and your true nature will flash back at you.
you hear them talk about it in their hushed, desperate whispers. sometimes they even admit it to your face; harsh and violent, acid thrown at christmas dinner. god, can you just fucking be normal again. you do not remember what normal is. you had to climb so far to get back here; you are far too exhausted. you want to open the glass door of your heart and show all the gears. can you help resolve whatever got messed up?
you try so, so hard. you came back for them. because you believed they would love you, even when you were so horribly broken. because you believed they would be patient. because you believed unconditional meant "without exception." you cannot do things the same way. you just get tired too quickly these days.
you want to put them on a couch and pour them the tea with hands that shake more than they remember. you want to line them up and draw them a map of where you have had to wander. you want to show every bruise in a backsplash; the little helpless ant of your soul carrying all that weight, over and over. you want to say: yes! it is different! but i did it for love!
you want to say: "i'm not the same, but i'm yours and i'm here. can that be enough?"
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