#just belt

[finglefungle]

the rust belt? what's next, the dust belt? the gust belt? the crust belt? the disgust belt? the must belt? the fust belt? the adjust belt? the discussed belt? the fussed belt? the trust belt? the just belt? the robust belt? the combust belt? the unjust belt? THE BELT??

[apollos-boyfriend]

something they don’t tell you about being autistic is that every character you write WILL end up autistic/autistic-coded whether you like it or not

[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.

[mellomadness]

psycho furry Vanny dump 🐰

[b0tster]

steam still hasnt approved my fucming build but at least its finally warm enough for me to put on the classic bunlith fit so its not all bad ig,,

[fruitsofhell]

meta knight

[hmura-hmara]

No thoughts, head full of dinluke

[pickersonpaints]

woe sad elf boy upon ya

[medicalunprofessional]

sorry guys they finally showed me peak fiction . Its called “phantom of the paradise”

[excali8ur]

So there's this AU,

[choccy-milky]

the twins and their jelly genes 💕💢 ((from the newest chap of my fic! ao3/wattpad))

[dudethatsmyundeaduncle]

Had this Headcannon that when Multi-Lingual Dick and Jason get drunk they start singing Ballads in Spanish. Yeah some classical shit like Vicente Fernandez but also the most wild Selena you've ever heard.

[tired-biscuit]

when the kisses are getting so messy that you’re literally almost devouring each other, and you’re both in such a hurry to get out of your clothes that he’s unbuckling his belt with those big, strong hands; almost fumbling with it from how fast and desperate he is at trying to get it out of the way.

you’re latching onto his neck when you at long last hear the audible clink! and it nearly makes you shiver. because that means that his cock is finally gonna come out to play and that he’s finally gonna push you down and rail the ever sweet life out of you after waiting for so long.

it’s just pure thrill and excitement. you’re practically buzzing with it.

[frownyalfred]

Dunno why but I live the idea of the JL stepping in to help save the batfam, when Bats is physically incapable to do so, and being very unaware that they're Bs kids

Just thinking they're helping out other gotham vigilantes and batmans sidekick only to end up doing one of the few things that would get the Bat to truly trust them: saving his family when he's unable to

Clark showing up with a Robin happily climbing his arm like a jungle gym: Hey B, I know you told us to stay out of Gotham, but I found this little dude in the evil lair you mentioned, and he said he knew you knew you, so. I figured he could come hang out, right? If he knows you outside of the cowl?

Bruce, actively bleeding out and leaning against a wall: ...

Clark, trading a look with Robin: you do know him out of the cowl, right? you weren't just making that up?

[blurbery]

you needed somebody

baby put it on me

i can be that body

[viveela]

Lots of fun with this guy's redesign