#Bad Ending ship
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demonic0angel · 2 months ago
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I really like all your short stories and love the way you write
Your Dan X Dick and Jazz X Jason are great and I respect your preferred ships, but since I have never seen it before and only know if the shipname because of the Google doc,
What about Dan X Tim?
It's called Bad Ending apparently
(Tyvm :3)
Tim watched the city burn down quietly as he leaned on his bow staff. He heard a soft flutter next to him, and as he turned, he spotted Danny floating slightly behind him, with his hands behind his back as he grinned with sharp fangs.
“…. Danny.”
“Tim,” the ghost said, smiling as he tilted his head. “I see you’ve been busy.”
Tim gave him a weak glare. “Do you need something? Or are you just going to yap?”
“So rude,” Danny huffed. He floated closer, and Tim watched as his green skin shimmered in the glow of the fires around them. The smell of ash and smoke was potent, and a gentle wind, uncharacteristic from the destruction before them, blew lightly around them. “But I like that about you, Tim. So unafraid of me. You’re such a tease.”
Tim avoided his gaze. Danny’s sharp eyes, red like rubies and blood, and filled with a murderous desire, did not escape Tim’s notice as it surveyed him like a hawk’s.
Danny only liked him because he was willing to help him. But in truth, Tim was just another filthy human to him.
“… I don’t care,” Tim said. He watched the world burn before him slowly, crumbling to pieces.
Danny floated closer. His presence, cold and inhuman, was noticeable even with the scorching heat of the fire.
“Did you have a good time? I’m impressed and surprised that no one was able to stop you. After all, you’d expect Batman to be able to escape from your traps to save his city,” Danny blabbered on. “What did you trap him with? Did you kill him, Tim?”
Gotham City continued to burn, the flames licking at everything around them as Tim just stood there and contemplated his answer.
Even though Tim knew that Danny just liked mocking him, even though Tim knew that Danny hated his guts, even though Tim knew that Danny would absolutely make the remainder of his short life miserable, Tim could not help but want to be closer to him.
“He’s in the Batcaves. I sedated everyone and made sure they’d be asleep for a long, long while. Until all of this is over.”
Danny chuckled. “Devious. I bet you batted those pretty eyes and made them hesitate, didn’t you?”
Tim turned to look at him. Danny smiled again, his wispy hair floating in the smoky breeze. He glowed, and yet he was like the Devil in all of his allure, tempting all of humanity into sin.
Tim reached for him. Danny did not move away, only tilting his head curiously as Tim pulled him closer and then kissed him, their mouths meeting together in a salty kiss.
Huh.
When had Tim started crying?
(Dan is called Danny here because this is him before he ever went to another universe in The Ultimate Enemy. Why is Tim burning down Gotham City? No clue lmaooo)
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readerconfused · 3 months ago
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SPOILERS 3RD ACT ARCANE
Ekko to Jixn: Maybe in another life we'll be together
Viktor to Jayce: Listen here bitch, I'll end the world as many times as necessary until you choose me
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clouvu · 11 months ago
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Save me french yuri... Save me
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viveela · 11 months ago
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I've spent a year of my life on you
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wodimewoahtime · 10 months ago
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hey till...... don't you have just a little too much tsundere "i'm not gay" yaoi protag power???? why are you attracting these guys like a hamster to the shredder
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amanitacurses · 6 months ago
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biblically-accurate-dca · 1 year ago
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day 4: angel & demon >:)
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Hadestown + future AU where Iris can go outside of the Island of Woe for a brief time(maybe to her home? Idk) but has to return to Idia.
She smokes and drinks and occupies herself with the Twisted Wonderland’s version of Kdramas when she’s living with Idia. Somehow mushrooms grow from her head.
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papanowo · 2 years ago
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theyre fine !!! perfectly fine haha
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usercelestial · 6 months ago
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okay but literally what if buck and tommy end up together? like what if we get to see them moving in together or saying i love you for the first time or getting engaged or getting married? what if we get to see buck having a husband? literally what then...
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revvethasmythh · 22 days ago
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tbh, one of the things I can't wait to be over with this campaign is the idea that any real person's engagement with feminism is somehow tethered to whether or not/how much they like imogen and laudna (and additionally, having the concept of lesbophobia attached to whether you enjoy the ship between them). i feel like every single time there's been a word of criticism about their behavior or development, it's immediately been met with a cry (in certain circles) that anyone being critical isn't feminist and doesn't support sapphic relationships, which has been a WILD experience on my end as a stan blog for a female character who has notable sapphic ships. but none of that has mattered in the wake of these two SPECIFIC characters. like they're the linchpins of feminism and all sapphics around the world, and to dislike or even just be mildly critical of them proves you have disavowed your rights to be a feminist. or queer yourself. if i am eager for ANYTHING to be over, it is that
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screwpinecaprice · 5 months ago
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They won the lottery and inspired by Mr. Greg, they spent it all in one day by committing identity fraud.
Idk I took a second job and my brain is so fried right now. 😭
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andypolar · 3 months ago
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Happy Halloween 2024 with the boysss!!!! Yes I know it's like 12 days late smh
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vacz · 9 days ago
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"Who are you looking at?" Bad End Friends (Comic)
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I've spent all day trying to finish this comic! AHHHHH
So I present you an idea of a ship... Hunter x Ice Finn
"Why?" Well, if we think in the fact that in Adventure time's multiverse all the versions of Finn always ends up having a romantic relationship with a version of Huntress Wizard, and we take Bad End Friends as a canon alternative timeline where Finn didn't destroy Ice Finn's crown and so he later joined Bipper, how would Farmworld!Finn ends up with his version of Huntress Wizard as Ice Finn? Well the answer is simple: He doesn't end up with directly another version of her but someone who is similar to her... And guess who is more similar to Huntress Wizard?
That's right! Hun- Beast Wirt. I personally think Beast Wirt has actually more similarities with her since they both are like spirits of the forest who almost have the same personality, HOWEVER, I think Hunter and Ice Finn would have more CHEMISTRY and let me explain why:
They both are insane, they MATCH THEIR FREAK.
Ice Finn wouldn't be weird out for Hunter's appearance at all, like he did with the Lich, so Ice Finn would judge him according to his action and god- he gets it, At first he would hate him because Hunter is literally chopping people! But after getting an explanation of why he does this, Ice Finn would sympathize with the feeling of "wanting to protect your family" and want to help Hunter with his brother. Ice Finn proposed to Wirt the chance to save lives without having to change that much, and Hunter couldn't resist it, he could finally do something good for humanity! Maybe he could even redeem himself!
IT'S A KING AND KNIGHT DYNAMIC WITH SOME TONES OF PANTHERS IN CRIME
Hunter would watch around for people, and if he finds them then he should bring them to Ice Finn so he could freeze them. However, most of the time he spent it around Ice Finn himself, sometimes helping him with spells or other stuff like cooking, and other times just hanging around together. Their relationship is more equal than it seems, Hunter is just as enthusiastic as Ice Finn in saving lifes the way they do, Ice Finn constant joy and quick reactions are like fresh air for Hunter, who misses some real emotion in life, while Ice Finn has someone who actually cares about his safety and it's not manipulating him for his own selfish desires. Hunter loves Ice Finn's madness because it is a constant of movement, life and joy! While Finn isn't weird out at all by Hunter's more creepier madness, and actually finds him pretty cool and charming. They both don't judge each other and they are openly crazy together
Hunter is normally submissive, and has a craving for love to the point that he could fall really HARD for someone who shows him affection, of course Hunter would be protective and very jealous if someone tries something with Ice Finn, he thinks Finn as one of his more precious properties so Hunter would not let go this guy. Ice Finn is not innocent either, he was the one who kidnapped Hunter in the first place, Ice Finn makes him sleep on a cage even, you can say he also sees Hunter as a pet, one he loves so much but a thing at least...
However, even if they have these things that for normal people would be very toxic, for them is living a romance, a strange and delusional romance, where both souls lost deep in madness find each other to be their own guide though the black ocean of insanity
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So tell me your opinion, I hope you guys like it! ^^
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four-pointed-leaf · 8 months ago
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was on the fence about posting these but ppl like the other dragons so. have some sillier shit. the epic highs and lows of staying up all night to hang out
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threepandas · 2 months ago
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Bad End: Trust
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"Meet your new mates, cargo! Get breeding!"
I didn't understand the bellowed noises at the time. It was just incoherent gibberish. Heaped on top of what was likely a concussion, mixed with what ever drugs they had pumped me with. Thrown into a cell, roughly, and hitting the ground hard. I couldn't have caught myself if I had wanted too. My limbs, unresponsive and dragging meat, that I could barely FEEL.
Please, god, I had thought. Don't let me be paralyzed. Not on top of everything else.
They'll kill me.
Behind and around me, the weeping cries of sorrow and fear rang out. Screams of violence, born of desperation. Countless races, bound together, suffering in this hell. Newly enslaved. I didn't... I couldn't understand. Shaking and struggling to remain conscious, laying on the blood stained floor. The world swayed violently. It was all I could do, to barely keep from passing out.
It was so cold. The air, the floor, the deep and clawing despair, sinking like knives into my gut. Those furry... things, had grabbed me while I was alone, before I could react. W-would anyone notice? Could anyone DO anything? I wanted to get away from the door. Curl up in a corner and... and cry. But I could not move. Like a doll, dropped thoughtlessly on the floor, I could not... could not move.
Tears I likely could not afford, threatened to choke me.
I... I was scared.
Then, deeper in the hovel that was my new home, movement. The heavy clink of chains. Shifting, slow and careful, followed by the drag of metal. A warm hand. Fingers, calloused but careful, checking my neck. My pulse, for injury perhaps, I couldn't tell. But... god, i could have sobbed in relief. They... they felt human.
How terrible of me. That I was GLAD not to be alone. T-That it was relief, to have another person here. Someone who might know what's going on. What to do. To.. to stick with. I... I should wish it was just me, right? That they captured no one else? But... oh god. O-Oh God, I can't! I'm scared. Please. P-please...
I'm so scared.
The person checking me hummed low and soft. Their voice crackling like an old radio that's been left sitting on a shelf too long, unused. How.. how long has it been? Since they last had anyone to talk too? They sounded male, but.. but I didn't want to presume. Could just have a low voice. Throat injury. Might be Trans. I didn't care, couldn't care. I was pretty sure? We were all we had now.
They... no, He, found nothing alarming enough not to move me. Shifting into view as he gently slipped his arms under me. Enough to pick me up and carry me away from the door. He was... is... pretty handsome.
Okay, REALLY handsome.
Horrifically enough? I could see WHY they grabbed him. Athletic as hell, TV ready, really smart. If you were going to ignore ever bit of decency and morality to ever exsist? Might as well go for the best, I guess. Don't know why they grabbed ME, but I guess? They need a stand in or something? Or my predecessor is dead.
(God, I hope she's dead. The alternative...)
Pretty quickly became apparent, though, that one of the main problems (of so, SO many)? Was we don't actually speak the same language. Which... I mean... Well, shit. That's, putting it mildly, "less then ideal". Being unable to communicate with the only other person nominally on "My Side"? Kinda bad! But, I AM learning. And I am teaching him english! So there's that.
We have nothing but time, after all. It helps distract from the suffering just outside. The weeping and screams. The sounds that must be begging, in alien dialects. All the mercies they do not find.
(Is it terrible? That I am glad I can not understand what they are saying? Their cries for help? I can't help them. It hurts. Helpless to even save my self. God, I'm sorry. Please... I'm... I'm so sorry...)
Food gets shoved in. Lights flipped on. Lights shut off. The timer odd, but probably standard for somewhere. It's like being told to go to sleep halfway through the afternoon. Yanked awake before full nights are done. I struggle to adapt, even a little, following my fellow prisoner's lead. Or, well, trying too. There's a lot of charades at first.
Then, practicing our languages. Taking what naps and cuddling for warmth we can. Harsh lights be damned. It's cold, we're tired, but we have to keep our strength up. Right? Throughout it all, I try to ignore the weird smells they pump in. Still not used to getting random scents blasted at my head from above, from the air vents in the walls.
Day in, day out, rinse and repeate. The weird gasses smells like people have had sex, to be honest. I think? But don't quote me. They might be trying to get us to "mate", like animals, so they can sell our kids. Induce some nonexistent human heat cycle or something. I've kinda started to worry, not gonna lie, about what they'll do... you know, once they finally get frustrated. Figure out, we don't work like that.
Or... more relevantly, might not even be? Compatible?
Cause Azenari is DEFINITELY not a human. They fucked uuuup. Cause if he is? There is some probably serious divergent evolution going on. He did NOT get nabbed from Earth. HE got nabbed from his SHIP(as in, yeah, a fuckin Space Ship). Because HIS people are space faring! The man has pointy ears for fucks sake! Some seriously fangy canines. And while, yeah, seriously kinda cool? No idea if our species are related, or... you know...
So yeah, The Fur Covered Slaver Bastards are apparently Humanoid face blind, on TOP of being just generally terrible. Or dumb! Might be dumb, honestly. Wouldn't put it past them. Banality of evil and all that. But recently? There was a... tension. Something was coming. The Bastards seemed twitchy.
"Not long now, beloved. We're two stops from the extraction ambush." Azenari murmured, from where he was tucked loosely around me as I watch the latest patrol pass, one arm cradling me tight. Even as, with the other hand, he sleepily stroked my back. "You'll look lovely in proper robes. You deserve finery, my love."
I couldn't understand most of the sentence. Normally he simplified for me, since I was still learning. He seemed... pleased? Smug? The more tense and twitchy the Bastards got, the more darkly amused he seemed to become. As though he knew exactly why. As though he was laughing inside.
"My magnificent darling, you'll belong to me in everyway that matters. I'll take safer jobs. No more slave ring stings. I promise."
Oh. I think I got it. Azenari though of me as family! Yeah, that tracked. Trauma bonding and all. I did too. Couldn't help but smile, hugging him back, much to his clear delight. Yeah. We were in this together.
I'm glad I had someone I could trust. The universe was big and I would be pretty much alone without him. All but thrown at his feet and told I was his, Azenari had every chance to hurt me. But he didn't. He was a good man. Solid and stable when everything when frightening, warm and there when I needed to hide.
Really, it was only a matter of time before we would be chatting like old friends!
"You are NEVER going to escape me, beloved."
"I Love You."
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