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laudsimogen · 1 year

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For an imodna prompt, how about "Rumble"?

Quake, Rumble, Roar

It started as a quake, a subtle quiver deep in Imogen’s chest. It thrummed with each beat of her heart from the very first day she’d met who her neighbors had called “the witch in the woods,” powered by the lovely tones of Laudna’s mind. It was beautiful; it was the first beautiful thing Imogen had heard in such a long time, and she ached for it the moment she couldn’t hear it anymore.

But luckily for her, She never had to be away from Laudna for long. She came back to the little hut the very next day and breathed deep the cool autumn air as Laudna’s mind came into focus from inside.

Oh, no, no, Laudna thought. This candlestick should go by the table; it’s much too big for bedside lighting. There was a brief pause in collected thought as she presumably made the change, then a warm wash of satisfaction. Perfect. Now, that curtain has got to go.

Imogen was so latched onto the thoughts that she didn’t realize what was about to happen until it was too late, and she came face to face with Laudna through the smudged panes of the window as the curtain was ripped from the rod. Laudna visibly spooked at Imogen, then relaxed a little as recognition set in. Imogen blushed furiously, but Laudna didn’t seem to mind; she simply held up a finger, then moved out of view to open the door.

“I’m so sorry,” Imogen said as the door opened. “I wasn’t meanin’ to be weird. I just wanted to, uh…here.” Imogen thrust a basket of fresh produce, eggs, and cheeses toward Laudna. “Like a housewarming thing, I guess. I don’t know how long you’re plannin’ on staying here, though.”

“Oh.” Laudna took the basket gingerly, as if it were something precious. Oh, dear, she thought, and there was that quake in Imogen’s chest again. “This is too kind,” she said. Much, much too kind. Do I invite her in? I haven’t had time to clean yet…

“It’s nothing,” Imogen said. “Would you mind if I sat out here with you a bit? It’s a long walk back home.”

It wasn’t a lie, per se—the little hut was a full hour away from the farm—but Imogen was well beyond capable of making the walk without so much as getting winded. She just wanted an excuse to stay.

“Of course I wouldn’t mind,” Laudna said, and a warm emotion hit Imogen, causing that quake: fondness. Excitement—happiness, even. “Give me one moment.”

She ran inside and returned with a worn but soft blanket to lay across the front steps, then took Imogen’s hand to sit down together. The sudden contact took Imogen aback for a moment; no one ever touched her that readily, especially not her hands, but Laudna hadn’t given it a second thought.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had company,” Laudna said. “I’m afraid I’m not much of a host, but we can share this lovely basket you brought if you’d like.”

Imogen would normally feel it impolite to take part in a gift she’d brought, but Laudna’s mind told her she desperately wanted to share it, so she simply smiled and accepted.

She hadn’t meant to stay long. She’d just wanted a brief respite from the thoughts that normally penetrated her head, but she still found herself sitting on that rickety stoop as the sun sat down on the horizon behind the trees, sharing stories and smiles with her new friend until Laudna expressed concern about her getting home safe before dark. She reluctantly agreed, but promised to visit again.

This time, she found that the quake in her heart didn’t subside when she left.

The quake was small. It was quiet. It could be ignored. But there came a point in Imogen’s friendship with Laudna that the feeling couldn’t be considered a quake anymore—it was more of a rumble, constant and heavy and somehow comforting despite knowing what it meant.

Maybe at first Imogen had been infatuated with the music of Laudna’s thoughts. She wasn’t above admitting to that. But the more time they spent together, the better Imogen got at blocking others’ thoughts, and she couldn’t keep listening in if she had the ability to give Laudna privacy. She wouldn’t do that, not without permission.

And the more time they spent together, the more Imogen noticed the spark in Laudna’s eyes, the joy in her smile, the warmth in her heart. It wasn’t long before those things set off the rumble even more. Imogen felt it regardless of where she was or who she was with, but of course it was stronger around Laudna. She’d never had a friend so dear, and even after just a month she couldn’t imagine life without the dead girl’s beautiful spirit around to keep her out of the pit of despair she’d been living in before. “Home” had become less associated with Gelvaan or her house and more associated with Laudna, so when she realized she could take home with her to seek answers, she did.

“I know it’s a big ask,” Imogen said. “And if you like it here and don’t wanna leave, I’ll stay too. But if you don’t mind wanderin’ around together, I’d really love to have you with me to figure things out.”

“A big ask?” Laudna laughed, a wonderful pealing sound, and the rumble grew. “Imogen, I’ve been wandering alone for thirty years. I’m only still here because it’s where you are, so if you want to leave, of course I’ll go with you. I want to help you.”

Imogen’s tight, anxious demeanor broke, and she dissolved into relief with a warm smile. “I’m so glad,” Imogen said. “Really. But I don’t just want answers for me, Laudna; I want them for you, too. You deserve to know more about your…situation.”

She still didn’t know quite what to call it. To her, Laudna was perfect in all of her greyed skin and stringy hair and unsettling physicality, but she respected that Laudna wanted to be, in her words, “alive.” She just wished Laudna could see how utterly alive she already was, regardless of how she looked.

“Oh.” Laudna looked as if she would be blushing if she could. “Well, that’s—that’s very sweet, Imogen, but your needs are much more pressing. We should focus on that.”

Imogen frowned and brushed the hair out of Laudna’s eyes. It was always there like a curtain, like she was hiding behind it. “Yours aren’t any less important than mine,” she said. “Especially Delilah. She’s got to go, and I’ll help you get rid of her if it takes the rest of my life.”

She’d meant to say it in a lighthearted, joking way, but it came out serious, which she supposed was fair. She had been serious, after all. But she hadn’t meant to admit so soon that she would live the rest of her life next to Laudna if she had the chance.

Laudna chuckled wryly. “I’m not sure that’s possible, I’m afraid,” she said. “But it’s all right. You’re such a wonderful friend, Imogen; being around you almost drowns her out. She’s just like a pesky little fly buzzing around in there right now.” She smiled and tapped the side of her head with one long nail, and Imogen let out a fond, breathy laugh that she could hardly even hear over the rumbling in her chest.

“I guess that’s better than nothin’ for now,” she said. “When do you wanna set out?”

Laudna glanced around her little cabin. She’d lived in it longer than she’d lived in most other places at this stage of her life, but it wasn’t the house or its contents she was attached to. She hummed and gathered a few essentials, tied them into a pack, and hoisted it over her shoulder with a wide grin. “How about now?”

The thing about earthquakes is that they happen, and then they’re over. The same can’t be said when they live inside of you, when they can be fed and when they grow like a living thing. Imogen had a soft spot for hers because it came from Laudna, and Laudna was the best thing she had ever known. So, why shouldn’t she feed it? Why shouldn’t she grow it into the biggest, fiercest force of love she could? It was a fraction of what Laudna deserved, never mind how it distracted Imogen and gnawed at her insides. Laudna deserved all of the love she could get, and Imogen would give it to her regardless of the fact that the rumbling beast was beginning to scare her.

The first time it roared was the first time Imogen saw Laudna hurt—really hurt—in combat. The thing became angry, violent…afraid. Laudna was fine after a little bit of healing, of course, but Imogen couldn’t shake the horrible, protective terror that rooted itself deep in her chest with that rumble.

It roared often after that. It roared with fear and anger, but it also roared with love. It filled Imogen’s chest and gut and ears with every one of Laudna’s little quirks, with her smile, with her touch. If Imogen wasn’t careful, she was sure it would overtake her and become all that she is. Thing was, she wasn’t sure she’d mind. After all, she already planned on spending the rest of her days with Laudna. It didn’t matter how she loved, as long as she did love. She’d be whatever Laudna needed to be, and if that was just to remain her friend, Imogen would still feel honored to have the privilege.

And then Laudna died.

Imogen could have died with her. She certainly felt like she could, like she might wither away without her person to keep her tethered to life. If it weren’t for the possibility of resurrection, maybe she would have, but there was a chance. And every time Imogen began to lose faith, that beast in her chest woke and roared and screamed, reminding her that Laudna was not gone yet, that as long as Imogen lived to try, there was still hope.

In Whitestone, the roar was deafening. Imogen couldn’t think over it, could barely hear well enough to know what was happening. The thought of Laudna returned to her overwhelmed her, and at the same time she was excited and hopeful, she was also more terrified than she had ever been in her life. If it didn’t work…

But it did, and for the first time in years, the noise stopped. No roaring, no rumbling, not even a quake. There was just the quiet comfort of Laudna’s breath in her hair as they held each other, and Imogen knew the beast could finally rest. It would still be there; she had no doubt about that. But she was no longer afraid of it, of its influence, because it had the same goal she did: to keep Laudna as safe and as happy as possible.

#critical role #imodna #imogen temult #laudna #my writing #SO sorry this took so long #i have several more prompts too but turns out there was something i had to do on that trip:#drink and play cards. did you know canasta lasts for hours? because i didn’t #anyway i was at least planning on writing in the car but my family is So Loud #so uh #that didn’t happen <3

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anothersuperstition · 1 month

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will you welcome your extinction in the morning rays?

#hiii i haven’t shared art in so long. that’s bc it scares me now <3 #i started this in 2022 bc i wanted to post it at the end of tour and well. That didn’t happen #got it most of the way done and then couldn’t figure out how to finish it bc illustration proper is still an unknown beast to me #but i took a couple hours late last night to finish it up and i’m actually so happy with it!!#y’all didn’t ask for a novel SORRY #mcr #my chemical romance #the foundations of decay #swarm #swarm tour #gerard way #frank iero #ray toro #mikey way #arty art #mine

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wayward-banana · 8 months

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Idk how to cope with whatever just happened (DDD moment) so I reverted to system default and put them all in dresses. can you forgive me

#it will happen again #I’ve got a lot of things rotating around in my head right now and Meow Wow is the biggest of them all #hey can we talk about dream eater Riku let’s talk about Dream Eater Riku I just think we should talk about Dream Eater Riku for a second #kingdom hearts #Sora #Riku #Kairi #like…. DDD was so good in a lot of ways but man the second time travel gets thrown in #especially like this #i get a bit lost #BBS was also good! didn’t have as much impact as 2 or prior but I still had fun #almost at 3 I’m almost there #soon

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papertowness · 2 months

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i cannot stop thinking about when cameron told foreman she and chase had sex and foreman was like “ house would do wilson before you would do chase . “ and cameron was like “ no , you would do house and wilson before i would do chase “ girl what did you mean . what did you mean .

#townes watches house !#3 x 16 #‘ top secret ‘#she really said no house and wilson is too likely to happen i need to pick something i KNOW would never happen #incredibly rare cameron w #i can’t believe she’s a hilson shipper good for her #sorry i didn’t take screencaps and i’m too lazy to go back and do it #but i was like PAUSE .#house #house md #james wilson #gregory house #houseposting #hilson #lgbtq #lgbt

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delizbin · 3 months

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Effie’s first year as an escort was… interesting! Life threatens aside (and some death here and there), the parties and dresses were nice :)

#I am aware this is not the kind of “wall” scenario you all wanted but I have something in mind okay stick with me #be patient #:)#he would never threaten her the first year c’mon … wouldn’t he tho?#black and white because my mind doesn’t properly function so this is the maximum of productivity for me I guess #hayffie #this really happened I was there I can confirm this #he isn’t a ray of sunshine for sure #she must have tried to interfere at the beginning just to drop the ball 3 years in or so #hoping for the promotion right #this is my blog I write whatever I want in the tags okay? okay #shish I really just want to shut myself up sometimes #while am I still writing aah #capisc just popped into my head and I had to make him say that for some reason #he was drunk of course but at least he didn’t vomit on her here and there

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lygma-nygma · 2 days

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Being a batfam fan is funny because people will make a post like “here’s my headcanon-“ and it’s just something that’s directly canon to the story then post about major canon events and get everything wrong.

#this post was inspired by me remembering the experience of reading death in the family #after only knowing the fanbase version and realizing oh none of that shit happened okay #like girl you don’t understand it’s so bad #Jason wasn’t even fired as Robin #He’s not accused of murdering anyone by Bruce #He’s not trying to prove himself at all he’s just looking for his mom #The reason Bruce didn’t go after him right away is because he was tracking down a goddamn nuke the Joker stole #Then after he finds it and handles the problem he helps Jason track down moms 2 and 3 #Also Jason died in like 20 minutes?? even less??#He died in less time than it took his mother to smoke a cigarette #Bruce literally went ‘wait here I’ll be right back’ and was gone for less time than a trip to the grocery store #and then you go into the Jason Todd tag and they act like Bruce pulled the damn trigger on him #Like besties I don’t know how to tell you this he basically did everything right he possibly could have #Even him benching Jason from Robin temporarily happens so that he can get Jason into therapy about his trauma #Like the whole point is that neither of them did anything wrong bad shit just sometimes happens #That’s the tragedy. The drama.#Bruce couldn’t have made better choices in the position he was in and Jason was never going to make different ones #It was inevitable #Anyway rant over please read death in the family before I lose my mind #batfam #batman #jason todd #tim drake #dick grayson #damian wayne #bruce wayne

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ashipiko · 2 months

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did I hear a DOUBLE DATE ???????

😭😭 art block has been kinda sucky not really lately so in attempts to fix it after LOOOOTS of talking and rambling w my good friend @nohrianhime I decided HEY. WHY NOT DRAW THE DOUBLE DATE WE’VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT??? <3 and look at how much fun they’re having fr

#yuuddle my everything ever #they’re so CUTE guys you DONT UNDERSTAND #oh to give you the love and affection you’ve deserved for so long……..#also if you’re askin whats happening w ace?..#he pissed riddle off and both yuu (riddle’s bf in the right) and ashi didn’t care to help #so he got collared 😔😔😔 during the date 😔😔😔😔😔 how embarrassing </3 #and to make it worse ashi’s eating all the cherry tart!!!! boohoo!!!!!#ACE TRAPPOLA WHO?#(she’s not feeding him any to tease him)#ace trappola x oc #riddle rosehearts x oc #twst yume #ashace #yuuddle #tag for me IG? dunno if any more yuuddle is gonna be seen by the public #ace trappola #ashi tamadai #twstshi #twst yuu #riddle rosehearts #twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #twisted wonderland yuu #ashipiko draws ♪#time to go back to doing a3! chibis for my friends as a break. kinda 🙏🙏🙏 art block makes me sad!!!!!!

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zombie-bait · 4 months

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The Blade of Frontiers??? On MY dashboard???? More likely than you’d think

#Bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 wyll #wyll ravengard #bg3 act 1 #bg3 fanart #wyll fanart #i’m sad i’m not romancing him :((#he’s just a little guy #also did I give him black nail polish cuz I didn’t want to render normal nails?#Maybe #but also he’s my emo gorl of choice so #I’m also currently playing a Warlock who’s created a heroic persona to help citizens in my irl D&D campaign #So I’m a lil bit biased #the blade of frontiers #is this a spoiler??#it happens pretty early on

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mattodore · 3 months

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somehow managed to make matthias look even more bitchy

#''river what happened to working on your werewolf oc? the one from yesterday?'' ……let's not discuss it i simply can't bear to talk about it #river dipping #matthias evanoff #echthroi #ts4 #ts4 edit #simblr #did not need to edit this but we'll never see him with this hair again so i figured. sure why not spend a little bit of time on this #this looks very similar to his hair from when he was a child..... he had swoopy bangs and a middle part back then #...............staring at him like this i kind of want to eat him #kjfgksjfg #the messier his hair is the more i'm like Oh?#like italicized /Oh?/#….i have nothing else to say here like there was rlly no need for me to post this i just thought hm. he looks pretty <3 #i changed his jaw a bit and made his chin smaller… idk if it’s noticeable #theo is untouched (by the veronicas… classic) like i didn’t change his sim at all #…….can i be honest the reason why i abandoned ria’s sim is bc i realized fuck. i do NAWT have decent fem frame clothing #especially not for a butch lesbian sim like. why is everything a crop top….#tbf tho. i’m not mad about getting to look at alessandria’s happy trail #.................deep sigh. but i'm gonna go back to it rn.#i think i'll just leave her outfits like they used to be for now even tho i don't really like what she's wearing

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puppetmaster13u · 3 months

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Prompt 184

“Well damn.”

Jason wrenched his gaze from the mess of red and green spattered across the room, searching for the source of the voice. His head hurt, he wanted his Dad. He wanted Bruce. He… his head hurt. His everything hurt.

“Honestly, didn’t expect them to find another half-breed. Didn’t think there was another halfa out there…”

He tore his gaze away from the floor- when had it gotten there- finally finding the other… person? The person giving him an empty smile through some sort of muzzle and missing an entire arm. Well, he couldn’t judge, he’d torn his nails off while digging out of his grave before… this.

“Hey, kid, don’t sweat it, it’ll grow back,” the man apparently noticed where he was staring, shoulder twitching as he shrugged and more green pouring out. Jason couldn’t stop staring, eyes slipping from the growing pool to the rest of the chains apparently keeping the person on that side of the… room? Cage? Cell?

“Shit, hey, kid, kid, don’t cry, uh, fuck, shh, kid don’t cry-” the person made a noise, some sort of hum or croon that caused him to relax. To his already brain-damaged confusion. “C’mere, away from the door now, shh…”

Oh, when had he started to move? It was like he blinked and was stumbling away towards the chained person, practically tripping over a limb before the person managed to catch him. “Ope, oh you’re just a little baby-” a hand, clawed, carefully ran through his hair, tucking him against a rumbling chest that nearly made him tear up again. He wanted Bruce.

“It’s alright kid, shh, they won’t get you,” the man rumbled, everything about him green to his rapidly closing eyes. Pale skin like a corpse, black scales like rot, hair white like snow, all stained green with blood. “They’d have to kill me again for that.”

#dcxdp #dpxdc #prompts #Instead of spending 3 years with the league of assassins after digging himself out of his grave #Jason spends it in a GIW lab with an adult Danny #Danny is totally doing okay he swears #He’s FINE and definitely didn’t see the scientists Kill Vlad and Dani by taking things too far #He’s definitely Not feral and slowly losing his humanity with every piece taken away #Danny missing half his limbs and restrained but dragging himself forward: U touch my kid and I will bite your throat out ya hear #He’s not going to let them hurt this Baby Ghostling who is Sick and Hurt #There’s going to be so much Angst when Bruce finds out not only is Jason alive but he’s trapped in a lab being experimented on #Danny does his best to protect Jason but stuff happens #halfa jason todd #guys in white #Danny eventually goes from having 2 arms to 4 in those three years #His 'human' body is mutating with every “test”#Where is Clockwork? Trying his best but he can't see Danny's timelines thx to the time medallion & the Observants being Assholes #Also not helped by the many knots the speedsters have created that resulted in several timelines being completely blacked out to him

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twinstxrs · 3 months

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in light of recent canon academic conversations, riz adaine gorgug study sessions have never been more real to me. gorgug helps riz + adaine get out of their own heads when they’re overworking themselves, riz + adaine help gorgug with alternative studying methods because he learns best through visuals + experience. fabian’s there occasionally when he has a particularly difficult assignment/test but he makes them all swear never to speak of it in order to protect his “image.” kristen has shown up exactly twice: once for advice on a group project that was two months overdue & once to just lay on the floor and relax for an hour before leaving. fig didn’t know the study sessions were happening until sophomore year & now keeps getting monthly bans because every time she shows up she ends up accidentally distracting riz + adaine. also, sometimes after/in the middle of really long study sessions riz adaine & gorgug go to basrar’s together to unwind but fabian kristen & fig Are Not Invited (they do still text to ask if anyone wants something brought back from basrar’s. they’re not heartless, after all).

#anyways that’s the post. study trio u r real in my heart #fantasy high #dimension 20 #fhjy #gorgug thistlespring #adaine abernant #riz gukgak #fabian seacaster #kristen applebees #fig faeth #the bad kids #riz adaine gorgug trio who actually care about academics u r so dear to me. only bad kids who regularly do homework #adaine & riz both ‘ditch’ but adaine asks for her coursework beforehand + riz is usually getting rogue extra credit for sneaking out #gorgug has never ditched school in his life except for Urgent World Saving. he was doing his hw on the sig figs tour bus <3 #i’m convinced fabian also cares to a degree but not enough to genuinely try hard. except out of spite. hence the study session visits #fabian both regularly cheats on homework & thinks getting a hard assignment & not doing well is ‘losing’#kristen has probs had a gradual academic falloff through high school due to just the amount of stuff that happened in her life.#like who has the mental energy to care about school when Literally Everything Else was going on… me too kristen me too #i think middle school fig didn’t care about school but still showed up + tried but immediately stopped giving a shit once her horns came in #& so here we are… anyways bad kids i love you

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greenglowinspooks · 5 months

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(DCxDP) Drowning in formaldehyde (Pt. 2)

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Tw: canon-typical violence (Batman), emetophobia at one point

Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually

(Pt. 1)

(Masterlist/subscription post)

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Danny sat in the back of one of the transport trucks currently on the way to Arkham, his hands in his lap.

So far, everything was going to plan.

About a quarter of the team had gotten themselves admitted into Arkham in the days leading up to the raid, carefully sneaking in supplies and weapons for both themselves and the rogues they were going to free.

Half of the team was on trucks, ready to storm the building with their fancy new tech. A couple others were keeping an eye out for the Bats, and the last one was holed up in a recently condemned building, ecto-modified sniper rifle in hand, ready to fire.

Danny’s hands were cold.

He hadn’t always run cold, from what he remembered. Even after he died—hell, even after he started developing his ice powers—he had always been warm.

Now, though, his body was freezing.

Maybe it was because of the ecto siphoning he and Derringer had done the day before.

He couldn’t make the ecto guns work without fueling them, after all, and the only ectoplasm he had access to was the stuff inside his body. So, he had Derringer hook him up to a GiW machine and filter the ecto out of his blood.

The process was excruciating.

Not only did he get light-headed from the loss of fluids, the machine also chilled his blood considerably during the filtering process, and when it was pumped back into his body, it was freezing. Derringer had to cover him with heating pads and thick blankets to get him to stop shaking.

Still, that had been a little over eighteen hours ago, so that probably wasn’t it.

Maybe it was just another side affect of his time with the GiW.

Overuse of his ghostly wail, he had realized earlier, was the reason that he had lost his voice permanently. Maybe he had accidentally used his ice too many times the same way, and now his body was irrevocably changed. Maybe warmth was just another tiny privilege he had taken for granted, that had now been lost forever.

Danny stared down at his hands.

Maybe his body had just given up entirely on keeping him warm, on pretending to be human.

“Kid, you alright? We’re almost there.”

Derringer’s voice snapped Danny out of his thoughts.

“Yeah,” Danny signed, “just tired. And cold.”

“We’ve got to get you a jacket, kid,” Derringer said, “it’s not even winter and I already have to worry about you freezing to death.”

“I died a long time ago, it’s fine.”

“No,” one of the other men in the truck drawled, “it means you’ve got to be extra careful. You’ve got a second chance at living, so you better not screw it up.”

“What did he say?”

“Danny thinks that because he’s died before, he doesn’t need to worry about freezing to death.”

The truck went quiet for a few moments. Most of the guys in there didn’t know he had died before. He didn’t exactly like to advertise the fact.

“I have a cousin who had a heart attack, and it only made his heart worse,” one of the guys near the front of the truck offered.

“See, kid?” Derringer said, “I’m right. As soon as this is over, you’re getting a jacket.”

Danny crossed his arms, slumping over in his seat with a huff.

A few moments later, a loud clang echoed through the truck. Danny jolted, almost falling out of his seat.

The door opened, the driver looking at them with boredom written all over his face.

“Alright, up and at em. It’s go time,” he mumbled, smacking the door loudly for emphasis. “The sooner we’re done, the sooner we can leave.”

They all stood, hopping out of the truck and making their way to the fence line.

Danny moved his hand to the bandolier on his chest, fingers brushing against the small ecto-bombs he had attached to it.

There were five of them, their bodies made of tempered glass and black steel, and they glowed a sickly green in the night. They were designed mainly for combat; he had a few larger ones meant to blow a hole in a wall in his backpack, which was securely zipped shut.

His hand then drifted to the holster on his left side, and the ecto-gun nestled securely within it.

Most of his parents’ inventions were far too big and bulky to be practical in any real combat setting, so he had downsized them considerably. The weapon he had was modeled after a standard glock pistol, matte black paint covering the GiW white of the gun’s body.

The gun should be able to fire around fifty shots a minute without overheating, which was more than enough for Danny. Hopefully, he wouldn’t have to fire a single round tonight. However, for whatever reason, the words should and hopefully didn’t inspire much confidence in him.

Danny followed the group as they snuck up to the facility, Derringer by his side.

Originally, neither of them were going to go on the raid, but someone on the patient list had caught Danny’s eye, so he decided he would investigate in person. Derringer was just along for the ride because Mr. Cobblepot wasn’t willing to lose an asset as valuable as Danny.

Danny would make it up to the bodyguard later, he decided.

Entering Arkham was, all things considered, pretty easy. Mr. Cobblepot had connections to a few of the orderlies, and it was all too easy to convince them to “forget” a few steps in setting up the security system for the night.

However, since nothing can ever just be simple, they ran into an unexpected patrol of nightshift guards just a few minutes after all splitting up to find the rogues.

Danny and Derringer were able to take them down pretty quickly, but not before they sounded the alarms. And, according to a few guys on the comms, they weren’t the only ones to run into guards where they shouldn’t be.

“They must have changed their patrols,” Derringer huffed, spinning the pistol in his hands, “c’mon, let’s go see about freeing our good friend Victor Fries.”

Danny nodded, scampering after the man as he sprinted through the halls.

The inmates, who had woken up from the loud alarm’s continuous blaring, shouted at them from their cells. Danny’s pulse was loud in his ears, drowning everything out.

Distantly, he wondered if those guards were going to die. Maybe they were dead already.

He supposed that it didn’t really change much if they were.

Soon, they were at the cell. It was custom-built to hold Mr. Freeze, constantly kept at subzero temperatures to avoid killing him.

Derringer hefted his bag off of his back, pulling out the suit and freeze gun that Mr. Cobblepot had procured. As he did so, Danny took a few of the larger ecto-bombs and placed them on the joints of the door.

They carefully moved away, putting some distance between themselves and the door, and Danny detonated it.

The explosion was loud. It shook the entire building, the shockwave knocking Danny to the floor.

Danny brought his hand up to his safety goggles, yanking a small piece of metal shrapnel out of them and dropping it on the floor. He was dimly aware of more pieces sticking out of his kevlar suit. Derringer was similarly peppered with metal, luckily uninjured as well.

They had come from the body and mechanism of the bomb, he realized. He’d have to fix that later.

Mr. Freeze emerged from the cell a few moments later, a scowl on his face. Derringer quickly shoved the suit and freeze gun into his hands and he retreated back into the cell for a few moments, getting dressed.

“I could have died from that, you know,” he hissed. “Killed by some amateurs with shoddy explosives.”

“The Penguin sent us,” Derringer said, ignoring the man’s clear annoyance, “our getaway car is outside. If you’d come with us…”

Mr. Freeze nodded sternly.

“Hurry up, then.”

Derringer and Danny hurried out, Mr. Freeze right behind them. Then, at a certain hallway, Danny paused.

He had to check.

“Kid,” Derringer barked, “we have to go.”

Danny shook his head.

“You go,” he signed, hands trembling, “I have to check.”

“Oh, what’s the problem now?” Mr. Freeze asked, his frown more pronounced by the minute.

“Danny…” Derringer sighed, “Danny thinks his sister might be in here. He hasn’t seen her in years. It’s the whole reason he was a part of the Arkham raid, actually.”

Mr. Freeze paused for a moment.

“Well, lead the way, then,” he said, clearly regretting his words as soon as he said them. Danny just nodded, scurrying forward, the other two men close behind him.

They came to the right cell quickly. Danny looked in through the glass, and he felt a piece of himself shatter.

That was Jazz, his sister, sitting in a padded wall wearing a straightjacket and a muzzle.

She didn’t bother looking up at them as they arrived, not stirring even when Danny slammed his hands on the door to get her attention.

Shakily, he attached an ecto-bomb to the door, hoping with all his might that she wouldn’t get hurt.

The door blew open, and Danny rushed in.

Jazz’s head swiveled to look up at him, her eyes narrowed.

He slipped the goggles up and his bandanna down, exposing his face as he came to kneel beside her.

Slowly, her expression shifted to shock.

“Jazz,” he creaked, his broken vocal chords cracking painfully as he spoke, “it’s me.”

She looked at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Danny?”

He nodded, pulling her into a hug, careful not to let the shrapnel dig into her skin.

“I thought you were…”

“Very heartwarming,” Mr. Freeze snapped, “but now isn’t the time. We’ve got to go, now.”

Jazz nodded, leaping to her feet. Danny stood as well, slipping his mask and bandanna back on, and grabbing onto one of her arms for support.

They left the cell, Danny doing a double-take as he saw the frozen-over pathway that they had just come from. He looked to Mr. Freeze, tilting his head questioningly.

“There were guards,” he said flatly. “Now hurry up, we need to get out of here.”

Derringer grabbed the two of them, dragging them along as he sprinted through the hallways. They had to take a bit of a detour, coming out of the main entrance instead of the side one they had entered.

Unfortunately, there was an active gunfight going down.

Danny was roughly pulled behind a desk, just barely dodging a few rounds.

His hands shook as he pulled a small ecto-bomb from his bandolier, priming it and throwing it at a small grouping of night guards. They cried out as the pure ectoplasm collided with them, covering their bodies in burns.

The smell, while familiar to Danny, was still horrific.

They took a few shots off at the night guards, trying to take them down. Their group was efficient, but with the rate they were going at, it wasn’t going to be enough. Only adding to that, the gun Mr. Cobblepot had prepared for Mr. Freeze had broken after just a few uses, leaving them unable to create an ice wall.

Then, Danny heard the sound of a gun’s safety being turned off behind them, and his vision went white.

He grabbed onto Jazz and Derringer, making them intangible right as the night guard opened fire.

Waves of nausea hit him all at once and he doubled over, his vision swimming. Danny was only dimly aware of Jazz taking the guard down with a high kick right to the head, and Derringer pulling him into a protective hold.

Ignoring everything, he pulled the last of the large bombs from his bag, throwing it into the air, pulling everyone behind the desk.

The entire room went white.

Danny’s ears rung as he scrambled out from behind the reception desk, dragging Jazz with him.

Luckily, none of the hired hands on his team had gotten injured, but the guards…

Danny looked away, trying to ignore the taste of bile in his mouth.

It was fine. He was fine. Everything would be okay.

The next few minutes were a blur. He knew that he had puked only a few seconds after they had left the building, and that Derringer had picked him up afterwards, carrying him to the truck with Mr. Freeze and Jazz in tow.

Danny’s entire body was wracked with tremors, an unbearable phantom pain passing through the still-healing surgical wounds in his head and torso like lightning. He dry-heaved, shivering uncontrollably.

They drove off soon after. Luckily, no one had been left behind. Someone, probably Derringer, helped Danny rinse out his mouth and got him a bottle of water to drink, wrapping him in his jacket.

As soon as the truck doors were opened within one of Mr. Cobblepot’s safehouses, Danny became aware of the sound of wailing.

Hopping out of the truck, most of his mind still far away, he saw a man being rolled out of the room on a stretcher. He was one of the people who had been on the other truck, Danny realized.

Beside him was a teenager, probably only a few years younger than Danny, who was screaming and crying uncontrollably. They wailed at Mr. Cobblepot, who only stood there with an uncomfortable expression on his face.

“Oh shit,” Derringer breathed. Danny pulled on his sleeve, tilting his head at him questioningly.

“The guy on the stretcher, that’s his sibling.”

Danny just stared, a hollow feeling deep in his chest.

Jazz, her arms now freed from the straightjacket, pulled him away from the scene. Danny let her.

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#dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp fic #vengeful danny #villain danny #btw Danny’s just cold because he has an iron deficiency. lmao #girl this is what happens when you don’t eat for two years. you get deficiencies. now stop angsting and eat your veggies #also my descriptions of the ecto filter come from donating blood plasma + platelets #Danny is Going Through It™️#btw I’m finishing this chapter at 3:03 am #just in case you thought I didn’t care about you all #btw the guy who’s injured’s sibling is a surprise tool that will help us later #also I was totally gonna kill Derringer at first. btw #but y’all avoided that with the poll. also it would have been a bit cheap imo

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