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starry-bi-sky · 28 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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galedekarios · 8 months

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gale romance + hands

mercy is in your hands, pour me a little. and tenderness too. my need is great. -mary oliver

it is enough, this moment, not to speak. to touch your hand. -rosanna warren

i clung to your hands so that something human might exist in the chaos. -hélène cixous

i can't hold enough of you in my hands. -franz kafka

how beautiful your soul is. and your hands. -viriginia woolf

tenderness is in the hands. -carolyn forché

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cebwitch · 1 year

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I have always been alone

#houseki no kuni #land of the lustrous #hnk phos #hnk spoilers #lotl spoilers #land of the lustrous spoilers #houseki no kuni spoilers #spoilers #controversial opinion: phos should absolutely pray for everyone and release their souls #while the big ‘f u’ of never praying would be endlessly badass. it would be rather unfit for the theme so far #fanart #hnk phosphophyllite

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yetmonster · 3 months

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͏ ͏ ͏ ♩ᭋᭂᬹ ◖⬤ᰯུ Lights & Shadows ✿꫶᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜᳜᳜᳝࣭

#alternative moodboard #krp #messy bios #krp theme #messy moodboard #random moodboard #emoji combos #go youn jung #go yoon jung #kpop moodboard #edgy moodboard #clean moodboard #moving #alchemy of souls #film moodboard #colorful moodboard #naksu #moodboard

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hitwiththetmnt · 5 months

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The sillies for @intotheelliwoods DTIYS

They’re ☆* “beach baddies” *☆ for this one

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lottiecrabie · 21 days

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pfms winter blurb pleek🙏

it’s snowing in my city Even though it was spring two days ago so this still feels relevant

the winter wind blows on her face, freezing her nose, reddening her cheeks. she blows warm air onto her hands, rubbing them together.

‘god, it’s freezing.’

matty twists to her, a cloud of grey smoke around him. he tsks, ‘saying His name in vain.’ she rolls her eyes, taking another step closer to him. the snow crinkles under her booted feet.

‘aren’t you cold?’ she pouts, reaching a hand out to touch his flushed cheek, icy against her palm.

he leans into it, shrugging nonchalantly. ‘it’s not as cold when you’re closer to hell.’ this time, she can’t contain the chuckle. her hand drops from his face, instead curling in the sleeve of his leather, going on a vindicative search for warm skin. ‘go back inside,’ he says softly. he draws the cigarette back to his lips, taking a drag.

‘i was missing you.’

‘i’m just having a smoke.’

‘i know.’ she tilts her head. ‘is it very overwhelming for you?’

matty sighs. he blows the smoke out, angled away from her face. though she suspects it’s more to do with hiding his eyes. always too open and giving under her watchful stare; he wears his emotions in the deep depth of his irises. ‘i hate the way they speak to you.’

‘i know.’ she sighs. she takes a step closer and wraps around him, curling and ivying just so he feels her there. one arm hugs her back, rubbing up and down her back. ‘i’m okay, though. i’m used to it.’

‘that’s what bothers me,’ matty mumbles in her hair. she smiles against his chest. the beat of his heart is reassuring, known.

‘it’s just for today,’ she whispers against the leather. ‘it’s christmas.’

‘yeah, you’d think they’d be a bit more gracious on jesus’ fucking birthday.’

she tilts her head up, grinning. ‘actually, today isn’t even jesus’ birthday, the christians stole the date from a pagan holiday to better assimilate people.’

matty frowns, still quietly fuming at all of it, even with his own words volleyed back to him so perfectly. he takes another angry drag of smoke, dabs the ashes beyond the railing.

‘hey,’ she says, forcing him to look at her. ‘i love you. and i don’t want to fight today.’

‘i know.’ he shakes his head. ‘god, i know. i promised to be on my best behavior but they just— man, sometimes i think ramming them in the wall would be too kind.’

she snorts. ‘you love me.’ it’s plain and simple, it’s under every inch of this angry smoke.

‘yeah.’

‘so we’ll go back inside, and we will have a terrible christmas, and then go home and eat snickerdoodles and fuck on the couch and have a very, very good christmas.’

he grins at her, suddenly much less sour. ‘fuck on the couch, huh?’

‘and maybe on the bed too.’ he snorts. throws his cigarette over the railing, as if petulantly polluting her mom’s garden. a silent, small rebellion for all the things he can’t do.

‘alright,’ he says. ‘let’s have a very terrible christmas, then.’

she clicks her tongue. ‘that’s the spirit.’ she grabs his hand, cold yet warming up. they go back inside and it is not so terrible after all.

#this got christmas themed in the middle of it lmao #pray for my soul #ask #fluff #blurb #matty healy x reader

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vasira96 · 4 months

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can't stop daydreaming about a soulslike zelda game yall i'm so normal about this

#vasira rambles #don't mind me #it's the themes of unbreakable cycles slowly destroying the world for me #how perfectly does the hero of time fall into the souls story tropes #i love how mailable souls games are when it comes to their narratives #the way story is woven into the gameplay is *chefs kiss*#u don't understand how badly i want this #like mechanically yea i want it to be like dark souls or bloodborne but i want the story to be told like it's done in souls games too #princess zelda could be the maiden who lvls up link #also link should be a customizable character but the name should be locked #i need to go to sleep but i need you to taste my dreams #for they are delicious

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destinywillowleaf · 6 months

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one of a kind living in a world gone plastic

baby you're so classic

@most-tragic-character-tournament

(all my thoughts in the tags)

#anyway i found their theme song and lost my mind #tragedyshipping #lloyd garmadon #ninjago #antigone #tagamemnon #pollshipping #i'm gonna be thinking about this for the next hour before i go to sleep #i just wanted to make a playlist for them i didn't think i would find a perfect fit #they have taken over many of my braincells and i can't even complain this is the enrichment i needed #all i'm saying is the idea of a movie trailer for these two is taking shape more and more and this should 100% be the accompanying song #not even a full trailer because that would take forever but like. a 30 second TV spot. family drama. them not really getting along at first #(e.g. glaring at each other while being forced to dance or something)#but then warming up to each other on the road because road trips have my soul when it comes to movies ok #i want them to stargaze in the bed of a hotwired pickup truck while on the run from people who demand bloodshed (a poll winner)#the slow(?) burn of not wanting to be in this mess to actually enjoying spending time together to something more #(trailer/commercial ends on or just after “baby you're so classic” with the cut to the title and in theaters date)#maybe most of the tv spot is them arguing and making life hell for one another but it's hard to deny there's something more brewing #(one of the reviews is just ''A modern classic'' because i think i'm funny)#i really want the title to be a play off of them meeting through the tragic tournament but it's completely different from the tone i want #''tragedy: null and void'' is a fun one #i've never been the greatest at titles if they don't hit me like a truck #anyway hi folks i'm sorry if you have no idea what's happening and see this in your tags

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didderd · 5 months

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just two handsome skelemans in skirts :3

Snaps belongs to me Baggs belongs to @megalommi

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mayasaura · 11 months

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There's a stanza from Annabel Lee that's been tickling my brainstem for a while, and it feels even more relevant now that we know how John and Alecto are bound together, and that their love was and still is mutual:

But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we— Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

That's the heart of it, isn't it? The source of all of John's power, the reason he's God, it's because his soul is connected to his Annabel Lee's. To end all of this, they'll need to be dissevered.

I'd say that the angels have already tried and failed, and the demons look like they're winding up to take a shot. Odds are that'll go about as well for them as it did for Augustine and Mercy. But there's someone the poem doesn't ask. It doesn't account for Annabel.

I think that may be why it matters so much that that Alecto still loves John, and where the true horror of love comes in. If Alecto's soul is going to be seperated from John's, Alecto has to want it. No one else can do it for her. Annabel Lee has to become the subject, and not the object.

#I think thematically it would be helpful to think of it as a parallel to Gideon and Harrow in Harrow the Ninth #when Gideon was in her sepulchre she had VERY strong opinions on her soul being dissevered from her surviving partner's #even though it would have destroyed her not to be #destroy me according to thy word for I love thee #destroy me as I am but I want to kiss you before I am killed #Alecto still loves John even after he has destroyed her and even after he has taught her how to die #this is all the same theme #John and Alecto's love isn't any different or easier to lose and it will probably be a very very difficult decision for her to make #the locked tomb #alecto the first #ntn spoilers #nona the ninth #atn speculation #harrow the ninth #emperor john gaius

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