#BUT NOT FOR LONG

[deadsetobsessions]

Alley Drunk! Danny AU- Part 1

[Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4]

To not turn into a giant raging asshole hell bent on murdering people and destroying the world after everyone he loved died, Danny had ran from Amity with his chosen vice.

A bottle. That’s right. Even after Jazz’s talks about alcoholism as a poor coping mechanism as a form of self harm, he still chose alcohol. Or maybe that’s why he picked it, because it reminded him of her, right before the booze took the sting of grief off of her memory. He was never really all that good at listening to Jazz.

And now she’s gone, so it’s moot point. Danny really hated Nasty Burger.

Danny made it all the way to Gotham, bottle constantly glued to his hand. It’s better than Vlad’s creep-o-self looming over him all of the time. He bummed out on the streets, fitting into crime alley like a native. Danny learned to pickpocket. Not much, just enough for a bottle when his ran out. He stayed human. At first he tried to convince himself that it was because he didn’t want to be perceived as a meta in a city where Batman notoriously disliked metas. Then, as he sunk deeper, he admitted to himself in a shameful curl of a whisper that it was really because alcohol affected his human side much easier.

Ghosts need an ungodly amount of alcohol to even get slightly buzzed. Danny’s human side? Only one full bottle the shittiest tequila he could find could even hope to be more than buzzed. It sucked.

He’s spent two years being an alcoholic that didn’t actually get that drunk. Technically, underage drinking was a crime. But then again, so was being a vigilante ghost. So, whatever. He does what he can to dull the grief. Mostly, he slept on covered and hidden nooks on top of Crime Alley’s roofs. Gotham city had taken pity on him and cleared her smog clouds when he was awake at night. Stargazing helped, at least. It gave him a little hope. It gave him a little wish to change and better and live like he wants. But then the night ends and when the day comes, Jazz isn’t there. Sam isn’t there. Tucker isn’t there. His mom and dad are not there.

Danny always went back to the bottle, in the end. Not that it did much.

Which was why, when he saw three looming figures over a tiny child, Danny’s saving people thing flared with a vengeance and his surprised ectoplasm burned what little buzz he had achieved by downing most of the bottle away, leaving him stone cold sober and pissed.

Danny sighed, dumping the rest of the nasty tasting liquid out. There’s no point drinking that little.

He approached the trio, who were beating up an actual child. Ancients, he hated Crime Alley sometimes.

“Give me your shit, you little punk!” Asshole 1 decided to say like a typical mugger, raising his leg to kick the curled up kid below. Danny doesn’t let him land the kick, smashing the bottle on the asshole’s head before any of them clocked his presence. He pivots, pushing a bit of that extra strength he normally keeps on a tight leash into his hands, and punched the other two in a quick fashion, knocking them out.

With that taken care of, Danny turned back to the kid who was still curled up. Danny sighed again, the trembles in small shoulders plucking on his heartstrings.

“You okay, kid?”

The kid uncurls, and Danny stared. Holy shit, is he looking into a mirror? Blue eyes, black hair, and tanned skin. Holy shit, he’s even got similar jaws to Danny.

“Huh.”

The kid flinched.

“Y-y’er the drunk,” the kid flinched again, eyes darting to the broken bottle still clenched in Danny’s hand. “I- I ain’t got money, honest. Please-”

Danny blinked down at the kid, brain connecting the dots after so long without actual interaction. He’s panicking and staring at the bottle in Danny’s hand like it’ll kill him. Danny raised the bottle and the kid closed his mouth with a click, terror worming its way into the kid’s eyes.

“I wasn’t going to mug you myself, kid.”

“But- y’er the- the Alley drunk.”

Danny blinked. Did he get a reputation without knowing again? Goddammit.

“I guess. Am I famous or somethin’?”

“Nobody- nobody fucks wit’ ya.”

“I also don’t hurt kids.”

“…”

The kid stared at him dubiously and with a sinking feeling, Danny realized that maybe the kid already had some terrible experiences with a heavy drunken hand. He promptly chucks the bottle further into the alley.

“I drink, yes. But I’m also not the kind of scum that would lay hands on a kid, let alone anyone that didn’t provoke it first.”

“Oh.” The kid uncurled more, looking at Danny warily, more at ease now that the bottle has left the chat.

“Yeah. I’m Danny. Stone cold sober, right now.”

“…”

Danny waited.

“Peters.”

“Okay. Peters, do you wanna take their shit?” Danny pointed a thumb at the knocked out would-be-muggers behind him.

“Y… yeah, sure. What’s my cut?”

“All of it.”

Peters stared.

Danny shrugged and started looting.

"Y'er so fuckin' weird."

----

See, the thing is, Danny hadn't anticipated saving Peters- "'s actually Jason"- would result in having a duckling following him around. The kid, Jason, glared at everyone who even looked at them wrong. But that's not the problem, because Danny could take anyone who took issue with Jason's looks, it's more like there's a child following him around now and Danny doesn't want to be the reason Jason turns into an alcoholic. It's- well, it made him cut down on the drinking. He even got jobs- legitimate jobs that sucks out his his poor ectoplasmic soul.

Why? Because Jason's apparently homeless. While that's something Danny's okay with for himself, he can't ever condone that for an actual child. Jason's walking around in threadbare clothes and thin soled shoes in the middle of Fall, for Ancient's sake.

Danny grumbles as he piled a bunch of clothes into the shopping bag as he checked out. Gotham's Walmart is a different kind of hell, but Danny feels right at home.

Sure, the work might suck out his soul and he might hate being sober, but Jason's face every time he comes home to an actual place to live, warm clothes, and food was worth everything.

[keitorin3]

Short: You're a Lord, Merlin!

Arthur: *Finds out Merlin's a Dragonlord.* *Big brain working* 🧠💭

Arthur: Hold on a second here... *Goes to Geoffrey to confirm* 💡🔎

Merlin: *Working* 🧹

Arthur: *Barges in and heads straight for his desk ignoring Merlin's inquiries*

Arthur: *Pulls out document papers and quill* *Stares at Merlin with intense eyes* 📜✒️👀

Merlin: Arthur?

Arthur: Sign here Merlin. *Points to the documents* ✒️📜

Merlin: What? Why? What is it?

Arthur: The grain reports for yule tide, obviously. *Rolls his eyes sarcastically, making Merlin huff* Don't question me just sign here.

Merlin: *Signs Papers after some time* What is this about Arthur?

Arthur: *Grins happily* You're a Lord. 🤗

Merlin: Yeah...? A Dragonlord. ❔

Arthur: *Shakes head* You are Merlin Ambrose, son of the late Lord Balinor Ambrose of Balor. Current Patriarch of the Ancient house of Ambrose.

Merlin: 😨 What?! ‼️

Arthur: Of course, it won't be Ambrose for much longer. Just need Geoffreys signature.

Merlin: Hold on Prat! What do you mean?! What did I just sign?!! 😠

Arthur: You're a Lord Merlin. 🙄 Honestly, keep up.

Merlin: You can't just give titles without my permission!

Arthur: Didn't need to. You already had one being Balinors only son.

Merlin: *Processing* 🧠

Merlin: ... Oh shit, my Dad was a noble? My Dad was a Lord!!?

Merlin: Then wait, what was it that I signed? 👀❔

Arthur: Our marriage certificate~! 📜💍👑❤️✨🥰

Merlin: Our WHAT!!??? 😳 *Blushes deep red*

Arthur: By tomorrow, you shall be known as Lord Merlin Pendragon 😏.

Merlin: Arthur! 😳😠

Arthur: Yes, my Lord~! ✨💕

[erandraws]

Rip to Dorian, you might be inexperienced but your boyfriend just got to 22 dex

[arttsuka]

Bonus:

(Even tho Bill doesn't deserve the apology)

[rakiah]

Hi! I absolutely love your vil hair art! If youre still taking prompts, for a kiss, how about a 15 hope we dont get caught kiss for leovil! (i was going to initially ask for some jadevil but a quick look through your blog turned me over to leovil real fast oh my GOD) and for a moment prompt, this isn't a pairng but more familial, 27, accidentally sleeping in for uhhh Lilia and baby silver?

Aw thank you so much!! <3 This is a very specific liking, I love that haha But hair is so good to draw [clenched fist] Also, thank you for validating my leovil propaganda! It means a lot (っ˘ω˘ς

A Hope We Don’t Get Caught Kiss

Lbf, only Vil is concerned by the “don’t get caught” thing lol

Accidentally sleeping in

Parenting is hard u u Especially for a single fae dad.

Thanks for the prompts! <3

[sunnyclouds-art]

Liir Thropp (Upland-Tigelaar)

He's my son fr (I say never have reading the books but this is an AU so)

New design!

[bluecroc29]

Missed Day 4 of COTL-tober: Lose your Head Tw: Decapitation

Please Do not repost

While I was looking for mode to see which atmosphere would look best and ... I need ideas.

[too-lit-for-fanfic]

*Lizzie dies* Jimmy: I did it! I did it! I'm not the first one out! I'm not dead!

[coolcoolcoolbutwtf]

It took Ellie a week and a half before they managed to somewhat stop her (ei Danny stepped in bc even he pitied them ) and Danny had never been prouder of her.

The prank war of 09 was something no one of the GIW working in their town would ever forget. If he shed a few proud tears no one would blame him.

Ei Ellie terrorized The GIW agents so badly with her pranks several quit and twelve are still in the psych ward getting treatment. Fifteen agents were never seen again in town, they will not be missed.

[perkeleen-lavellan]

Viago in Vitani's timelime gets so cooked:

>Go to a meeting of all the Talons with my sometimes GF Teia orchestrated by Caterina Dellamorte

>Survive betrayal and the multiple murder attempts on us only for it to be too late to stop the Antaam invasion anyway

>Before the invasion can fully begin quickly poach that one spunky Valisti assassin Vitani, freshly graduated, for house De Riva. Seeing as the Valisti Talon just got murdered there really is no better time

>Make him your protege

>Couple months into the full Antaam invasion yell at said protege for the 20th time for being an impulsive moron and basically ruining a long con to deal with the Antaam just because he wanted to save a couple captives

>One of the captives is Varric Tethras? He says he wants to put a contract on the ancient elven god Fen'harel? Oh please yes take my new student off my hands on this obviously bogus quest, I have severely overestimated my tolerance for 19-year-olds (Teia is laughing)

>Some time passes by

>My protege is now back with an ADHD riddled Dalish, Varric's buddy the ginger dwarf Harding, and an unhinged Tevinter detective. They want to hire the Mage Killer to kill two more gods.

>The Mage Killer who is dead except sike Caterina has been hiding that he's still alive and there's a traitor among us. Again.

>Somehow my protege finds the Mage Killer, we kill some dragons, gods, kick out the Antaam from Treviso, figure out most of our traitors, maybe now there's finally time for me to acrually train my protege for real without risking him ruining the entire resistance against the Antaam on a whim

>What do you mean you're marrying the new First Talon Lucanis Dellamorte and quitting work as an assassin to become a trophy husband????

>You won't even keep our House name??????

[the-great-emperor-commodus]

this hospital morphine hits different,i shouldn't even be conscious man.

anyways I'm dying 👍

[mythals-whore]

if you are, perchance, a reader of my fic

get ready.

[spotsandsocks]

Inspiration Saturday

tagged by @disasterbuckdiaz

I’m choosing to amuse myself today with this snippet of The Lost and The Found. A chapter full of back story and this particular bit was inspired by my memory of this gem

He watches Bobby Nash as he grows. He likes the kid. Bobby’s kind and funny, more outgoing than his father, an excellent student and popular all rounder. He’s practically a local celebrity, Ravi’s frozen his arse off countless times watching him win and lose with equal grace as Captain of the ice hockey team from the time he was 15 and he’d cheered him on during his slightly eccentric and brief stint as a ice skater too. It gave him great joy to shamelessly encourage Bobby with that particular hobby, much to Rob Nash’s exasperation. Captain Nash could never quite get his head around it but he tried to be supportive regardless. Sometimes Ravi would catch him frowning at the number of sequins on some of Bobby's costumes but no one ever suspected who was behind it. The kid looked good in glitter, what could he say, the hair however was not Ravi approved.

Intrigued about what the heck is going on here? Can I tempt anyone to the whole fic The Lost and The Found due to be finished on Wednesday and coming in at around 150k I expect.

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[eebie]

i think he’s cute…

[demented-trashcan]

PROMPT

halfas are well known and factually known to have existed. What it didn't stop is the centuries long game of telephone before Danny hits the scene.