#This is going to be dark

[aarcanechaoss]

Til it Happens to You

Ao3

A different sort of story from what I normally write. This is going to be very VERY dark at times so I will only be posting it on AO3

TW: This is dark. Fic will discuss incest, rape, S.A, abuse, depression and minor S.H

Summary:

Noelle Silva was useless. She was pathetic. She was weak. Noelle Silva was nothing.

How can the Black Bull's prove her wrong? How can they save her from herself?

Note 1:

You can all blame House of the Dragon for this story's birth. I don't usually write this dark and I do try to avoid being in this sort of headspace but I couldn't get the presmise of this fic out of my head so again trigger warnings include:

Rape, S.A, abuse, depression and minor S.H YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

I will try not to go into any detail for the most part. Yes I said incest above- it is very VERY minor

Note 2:

Solid is a fucking psychopath in this- so if anyone wanted a Solid redemption... maybe uh in a different fic I could do that but not in this one.

Chapter length will vary- Ch. 1 is quiet short

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LESBIANS: 2x08 - “Killing is a Cycle”

[hauntedorpheum]

Carrie (1976) dir. Brian De Palma The Silence of the Lambs (1991) dir. Jonathan Demme Se7en (1995) dir. David Fincher Scooby-Doo 2: Monsters Unleashed (2004) dir. Raja Gosnell Zodiac (2007) dir. David Fincher Jennifer's Body (2009) dir. Karyn Kusama The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (2011) dir. David Fincher Paranorman (2012) dir. Sam Fell, Chris Butler Last Night in Soho (2021) dir. Edgar Wright

[aestheteasteria]

Hold on, don't let go...

[draconym]

Live theater in the His Dark Materials universe must be wild. Surely an actor's daemon also has lines to recite, so their daemon's form probably also factors into casting decisions. Maybe some plays have vague character descriptions for daemons, but I bet other plays have really specific or central daemon characters. And sure, big-budget theaters can afford to hire a separate actor with a particular daemon to stand backstage while their daemon plays its part onstage, but community theaters don't have those kinds of resources.

Like if you're casting for Julius Caesar, surely the real historical Caesar had a pretty iconic daemon, right? Are you going to cast an actor with a pigeon daemon as Caesar and just have everyone suspend their disbelief that it's Caesar's lioness, ἁμαρτία?

[karvviie]

some things in common

[spicymancer]

Sleeby Sheepy

[gigitheegg]

Gwyn can't touch this

[starry-bi-sky]

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.

[muwitch]

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x03 - “Finally Got The Name Right”

[rapidhighway]

more.

[whimsyvixen]

Ask me what type of romantic dreams I have at night.

The man in my dreams:

(He wasn't happy I escaped from my gilded cage)

[finemealprompt]

DP x DC Prompt #35

There's a Teen Titans, there's a Young Justice, but there's no Teen Superhero team that deals with things that Justice League: Dark does. And, well, John's a little tired.

Once teenager superheroes stop being teenager superheroes, and they seem to belong with JLD, they got tossed in the team. But, they aren't prepared for the team. They haven't dealt quite with threats that JLD handles all the time. They're not experienced enough.

So, John decides it's time to get a Young Justice: Dark team started. He's shit at leading, though, so he calls Phantom for a favor.

[tchaikovskaya]

im being extremely serious, something needs to be done about the brightness of car headlights, its an active public safety hazard. and as far as regulatory measures go, this seems like something with a (comparatively) very easy fix....? yeah conservatives will be all "come and take it" about it but they do that with literally fucking everything bc petulant commitment to making a culture war out of any regulation or mandated changes.

its insane that we've all just collectively accepted that its normal and fine that someone driving a standard sized 4 door sedan will be momentarily blinded by the EYE-LEVEL blue-white LED headlights on the latest model of the suburbitank Pedestrian Pulverizer 3000 or whatever the fuck

[ciil]

what makes us any different?