#Wulf Answers
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Voice From Beyond
Danny was bored, really bored inside the Realms, he was supposed to stay there because facing the reality that his "world" was no longer safe, and all his friends were fighting for his safety was too much. But after he got past the paranoia he just couldn't find more things to do to distract himself from the thought.
He had already argued with Skulker, stolen Johnny's motorcycle and even participated in a concert with Ember but nothing improved his spirits. Curiously, it was during a visit to Technus that he found the solution to his problem. It turned out that the radios could broadcast around all the Realms, it was perfect!
The halfa started a radio program. It started out as a curious thing, where he recounted his experiences as a hybrid and the culture of the Realms. In some cases he had special guests to tell of their experiences and what they had done after their death (Jane Austen and Shakespeare looked excited to be able to talk about it!)
And so his program "voice from the afterlife" was born, where he gave various advice to the dead and not so dead; the only thing that Danny didn't notice was that he was not only transmitting in the Realms, but in many universes that picked up his radio signal by a lot of luck. The DC universe got caught up in the mysterious show when it aired. Some said it was impossible, others theorized that it was real, others thought it was just fiction.
But Jason knew it wasn't just fiction, he knew that somehow Danny was real, and had the answers he needed. Jason was determined to prove it, with a little magical help of course.
#dpxdc#Danny's radio show#he's not bored anymore#or at least not haunted by the tough of his family fighting and dying for him#GIW was wild in his original dimension#and the ghosts are staying in the realms for protection#Danny's family closed the portal#and Wulf refused to open the portal at the request of his family#dp x dc#dc x dp#Voice to the afterlife is now on air#at first Jason tough it was an scam#but the more he heard#the more he realized it wasn't an scam#now he's determinate to meet Danny#and get his answers#Danny give advices and relate about his experiences#he also have special ghosts guests#like Jane Austen#Shakespeare or Abraham Lincoln#just any ghost that want to be heard again#His radio show is also popular in the Realms
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Ty for rbing my shipwrecked oc…ur comment in the tags makes me wanna do more w him 🥺
NP!! Shipwrecked is such a cool game, and I love his design
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besides the main duos(Ulf and Wulf, Hal and Stig, Lydia and Ingvar, Thorn and any of the Herons, Jesper and Stefan), which Herons are the closest, and have a friendship no one expects?
edvin? having no Duo™? </3 it's okay i'll make it up to him by (soon ish) posting an art i finished two days ago,,
lydia & jesper have some excellent dynamics according to my brain!
they are just such a Rascal duo. they're sneaky bastards, entire assholes (affectionate) who will bite your hand off if desperate, and they have a sort of mutual understanding about people and solitude that isn't spoken about, but definitely exists. they are also the most likely to shamelessly commit crimes to get what they want (or what they need) and will absolutely collaborate beneath hal's nose and against his direct orders to stay on the fucking ship in order to achieve said subterfuge inconspicuously if they're sure there's benefit to be found. sometimes they exchange sneaking methods — lydia is more forest while jesper is more streets, which are both valuable but not quite interchangeable places to sneak. they don't talk so much aside from aggressive banter (aggressive enough that at the start, some of the herons weren't sure if they genuinely had a problem with each other), but deeply value each other's company. they're the sort of people who you can go to in absolutely misery or with a knife lodged in your side without questions being asked, and that's what both of them prefer most of the time, so they tend to seek each other out.
#another pair i will talk about if enabled is hal & edvin#hal and edvin are the only two with book wisdom on the entire ship at any given moment#plus wulf & stefan —#they are both shameless pranksters who enable each other and lack a single braincell between them both#brotherband#brotherband chronicles#lydia demarek#brotherband jesper#lychee's brain trash#lychee acquires and answers asks
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Do you have any good Wulf songs or playlists? I’m working on a Wulf playlist but am really struggling to capture his essence
oh boy, do i have songs! i’ve been adding and listening to my wulf playlist nonstop for months now. here are some songs from that playlist, plus a line or two from each that i think is a good example of why i added it:
poor isaac — the airborne toxic event (“and i’d be less uptight if i knew the sight of blood was just a weakness and not the whole reason that you made me”)
lying beast — run river north (“lies, lies that i couldn’t see / i couldn’t see that the liar was me / so i flew away with myself / i was the beast all alone in my hell”)
it will come back — hozier (“don’t let me in with no intention to keep me / jesus christ, don’t be kind to me / honey, don’t feed me, i will come back”)
despite what you’ve been told — two gallants (“i guess i made this bed but i’ll take the sidewalk instead / that’s how we deal with boys like me / but despite what you’ve been told, i once had a soul / left somewhere behind a former friend of mine”)
meet me in the woods — lord huron (“i have seen what the darkness does / say goodbye to who i was”)
a good man — semler (“you poisoned the well of someone you called a friend / i think you’d rather they hate you but i don’t think they do / they’re just sad you keep killing the good man in you”)
it’s a job — wolfie’s just fine (“the life you need to lose is unspeakable / deny his mind, his crimes are versatile / everybody knows that it’s a job / everybody knows how much it costs”)
bones don’t rust — the mountain goats (“they can find a use for a scarecrow, depending on your stomach for crows / always gonna need a little muscle if you prove yourself worthy of trust”)
the mask — matt maeson (“with a piece happy home that they stripped from the bone / i did not react / i settled my grievance by crafting a mask and i never looked back”)
see the day — the altogether (“the sleeping slip has begun to fray / i never thought i’d see the day / the pious hunter stops stalking prey / i never thought i’d see the day”)
the anthem of mr. dark — the arcadian wild (“just do what you’re told without wondering why / don’t ask for a reason no matter the season / sit down and comply ‘cause we don’t want no free men / we’ll say what you are, decide what you’re not / you’ll go and you’ll go and you never will stop”)
wolfie — cottonwood firing squad (“how far we go sometimes to help us sleep at night / it’s not where you’re going, it’s what you’re running from”)
cry for judas — the mountain goats (“i am just a broken machine and i do things that i don’t really mean / long black night, morning frost / i’m still here but all is lost”)
better in the morning — birdtalker (“stuck inside a cycle of opinions where there’s two clear ways and i always take the easy one / and i’m always left with the taste in my mouth”)
the absolute best feeling — joshua bond (“and when i look back at this planet from the void between the stars in the arms of some celestial source of time / she’ll show me everything was bound to turn out fine”)
my playlist is longer than just these, but i think this is a solid selection and some of the others take a bit more explanation. i hope these help kickstart your playlist!!
#my wulf playlist is everything to me ive been wanting to talk about it on here for forever#ask answered#eadwulf grieve#eodwulf grieve#cr playlist#critical role
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Idea. Walker wanting Wulf to come back with him, threatens to tell Dani about his past as well as how he used to help him hunt other ghosts, saying she’d think he’s a monster.
I actually have an unfinished fanfic with a similar premise. It's about Wulf (who I gave a humanoid form btw) and Dani becoming an unexpected friend duo and Wulf ends up protecting her from Walker who was hired by Vlad to bring her back. Personally though I doubt Walker's bluff would work since Dani knows all about being forced into being someone's pawn more than anyone else. She's a smart kid. ;)
Story: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13349311/1/Feral
P.S. I plan to redo this story too eventually but feel free to read what I have up so far.
#danny phantom#wulf#dani phantom#ellie phantom#hope that answers your question!#thesoulspulse#thesoul'spulse#the souls pulse#the soul's pulse
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"You’re so fragile and soft, my heart.”
#the wolven blade#oc: wulf the blade#oc: holly of atterford#have i been on pinterest all night? the answer might surprise you
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-`ˏ @schwarzwaldcr | WULF ˎ´-
→ Go on and give the local Tree a kiss~ either roma or plat is fine by me, dealer's choice
( First Five Asks Get A Kiss | ( 4 / ? ) 🗂 )
Tall bastard... He didn't normally mind her height, but then again, normally he wasn't craning his neck at an angle feeling like it was about to snap at a moments notice just to steal a quick peck. Maybe he was just a little too ambitious, feeling like if he stood just tall enough - he'd be able to make it.
But as expected & all too soon realized - yeah that wasn't likely. With an exasperated huff as he peers up into amusement tinged sights, the feeling of something smug but undeniably fond echoes through the air like an old set of wind chimes - soothing, hard to ignore, but no less embarrassment inducing as it spurs along at the flush blooming beneath sun-loved skin.
❝ So close. ❞
He was in fact not close in reaching her face - but a man can dream or pretend otherwise. Chris didn't always need to be on top of the facts - he was allowed to be a little delusional here or there - especially in harmless situations like this. Grin carving itself along his lips with all the same sharpness of a scythe's edge - Chris cocks his head to the side as he peers up at the woman, falling back onto his feet with a collected ease, arms coming to a rest atop his chest as he makes a pinched expression
Like fire being fed something to stoke along at burning embers, it flares, warm to the touch as he finally caves with a scoffed laugh, a shake of his head following the gesture as if that'd help will away the red at his ears.
❝ Damn it - too tall! Really gonna need to get me a stepping ladder or something unless one of us wants to be bending or stretching. ❞
Instead, he goes for ol reliable - moving with a steady slowness to drag a hand over with one of his own, settling for this at least with a somewhat satisfied hum. Same message overall - something affectionate, fond - it got the job done. Was easier on his neck too.
❝ Good thing there's always a work around. ❞
A soft press of lips along the flats of her fingers, just below the knuckles is offered. If there's a smile etched across his lips even with the gesture, he doesn't mention it - hopes she doesn't either.
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#-`ˏ ★ ˎ´- ─ ANSWERED IC.#-`ˏ ★ ˎ´- ─ INTERACTIONS.#schwarzwaldcr#*WULF.#→ *𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋. ( 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 )#/ HOPE THIS WORKS AAAAA#/ left it vague ish! c:
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"So this might sound like a strange question to you..." Alm starts with a curious expression on his face, peering up at Chrom as if he had all the answers in the world. "What was Naga like? I only found out so recently— it turns out Naga and Duma had a grudge that went way back, so I was just... wondering what kind of God she is, y'know? I mean... I could just talk to her here in Askr..." And with that, his gaze flicks to the side. "But, uh, I wanted to hear how her people felt first..?"
july 22, 2020 ask my brain refused to answer for the past two years and i dont know why. forgive me wulf. | @jasperlion
Checking on Falchion, Chrom lowered his sword when he was addressed by Alm. “Hm? Not at all. What’s on your mind, Alm?” knowing Alm, and how curious individual he is, the question must be something interesting to ponder about and hearing it, he was correct.
“Naga?” echoed back as he tilted his head. Index rubbing his chin for a moment, a quick answer was easy--she is the divine dragon that people of his time worship, but certainly this is not good of an answer to Alm.
“I was surprised to see her here as well,” nodding thoughtfully. He can’t believe he is meeting individuals he did not think he would, not even in dreams. The Hero-King as an example, and not to mention Alm--the Saint-King himself.
“In my time, Naga is revered to be the divine dragon and well, the entity we worship. Her plan to get rid of the Fell Dragon with the aid of the first Exalt is well known story every child knows. Because of that feat, Naga was praised and sought as an idol worth of praying to. Little did the people know that she is not the creator themselves.” there was a pause because he too, thought she was above all. “I realized that when I was put to the test. Naga herself told me that she is simply what she is and not the creator. A long standing tradition of hailing her was shaken in that moment.” another brief pause to close his eyes and recall the awakening rite. He almost died that day simply trying to borrow ‘God’s’ powers. “But in the end, it didn’t matter. Naga was on our side and that what mattered--whether she was the creator or not, she lent us her power to put an end to Grima for once and all.”
Taking a moment to let that sink in before he crossed his arms against his chest to add, “Naga is a just God. She is like how she is in here--caring and just. It was for her intervention that we are alive now and others. Naga may not be able to change too much of one’s fate but she did help us save and change some future children’s fate in other worlds. She called on my help to go to other timelines to save the children ... I can’t name a God who would do that and feel remorse for people’s loss.” Not every timeline he could get to save the people he meant to save all the time and Naga despite that, thanked him for trying to help.
“Believe it or not, Duma is seldom mentioned in our Old Religion books. I believe, and this is just my opinion, old priests wished not for people to revive said Duma’s cult and bring disaster upon the world. Yet, they didn’t count for the Grimleal who took part of Duma’s teachings and twisted it to serve summoning a plague on the world ...” people like these are out of Chrom’s comprehension--why would you purposely hurt others? Something beyond his understanding.
“Alm,” he rest a hand on his shoulder. “I suggest you go talk to Naga herself. Trust me, she won’t push you away. It is better to ask the source for more information, yes? I can only give you what I know but in the end, she is the one who only knows what happened in the past, present and the future.” another pat, a bit rough this time to encourage him. “You carry Falchion with pride, my friend. Don’t forget that.”
#jasperlion#⚔ic.⚔ (let my action prove my worth)#⚔answer.⚔ (final answer)#[two years later XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD#[ifucing hatemyself waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa#[me two years ago: i'll do research on this#[me now: what is research i got this#[then WHY DID I TAKE TWO YEARS TO ANSWER I AM HORRIBLE IM SORRY WULF SOBS....................................#[END ME....
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Send 💚 for an eskimo kiss. / @adversityfought
Send 💚 for an eskimo kiss || Accepting
It's a chilly night. Quiet, and just cold enough Wulf can see her breath on the air. It draws up memories of her childhood, mostly the happier times of breathing out in a puff in winter and pretending the little cloud was smoke from a cigarette. Sometimes twigs were involved, clenched between the pointer finger and thumb to simulate the effect better in her little mind.
Little snippets of such memories are playing in her memory now like old film, and she would be the first to admit it's calming to remember the way her father's hand felt wrapped around hers, warm and safe, like his smile. Or Mama's tossing powdery snow shaped into loose balls with that cackle of hers that incited riot in both her husband and daughter until they were all lost in laughter and play. Or the way the pack felt, huddled together for warmth with a multitude of puffing clouds and a few of the younger Orphans trying to catch snowflakes on their tongues. And Papa Boris letting her win by drowning him in the deepest snow they had that year, giving her the illusion of feeling strong when she needed it most...
She pauses in filling the thermos with steaming coffee, a stutter to remember times that made her, shaped her. And for fun, maybe a tiny puff of air like she used to, watching the cloud drift upward and disappear just as quickly next to the glowing stove. Glowing like her eyes, that grow more intense as she thinks and breathes in slowly, frizzing in a newfound playfulness, her loosened mane puffing up even more than usual and a tiny mischievous smirk pulling wide across her face.
The coils are turned off, though the wavering air above them lingers a moment longer, and she is off again. A surprising whisp of a creature for her size, a blur of ink and cloves and silvery trails of faint light streaking around and among her newer comrades. She has never met these people before now, and neither they her, but if they are friends of Chris, she will treat them as friends to her as well. After all, she trusts Chris and his judgement. He has given her no reason she shouldn't.
She comes to rest next to the stocky American with a puff of a sigh, more out of fatigue than out of playfulness. Using any Gift, even one so intrinsically tied to the Zone that gave it, takes a price. While using such movement isn't as sinister in its price, it still feeds off energy, and outside of the initial heave, it's visible in the darkening bags heavy beneath her eyes. Even then, it is worth it for a small burst of agile speed, even if it isn't something she can -or should- use in excess.
The effect of it is crucial, appearing as though from nowhere next to him with the cap of the thermos already filled with steaming rich coffee, bent at her waist to keep eye-level with him, watching him intently. Like some sort of caffeine faerie, offering up a gift of its wealth. And like all good faer, she has a price for it, though hers is easily paid.
As he begins to reach for it, she makes her move. The bridge of her nose scrunches in the fluid move to rub the tip of hers against the very tip of his, a few passes accompanied by a tiny hum of amusement before she stands like an obelisk and lets him take his prize.
The brief laugh she lets off is melodic, a few short notes to make the tiniest of songs. And the glow of her eyes intensifies once more to betray her lightly flushed cheeks, though if you ask her, it's just the chill in the air...
@adversityfought
#Kiss Meme#adversityfought#V: Resident Picnic#have a mischievous wulf for your thoughts#also left it vague for Imaginings muaha#only that they've known each other for a short bit at least#Answered
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Danny was running through the forest, not daring to look back. He could hear the shouts behind him. The whirring of ecto powered guns charging and taking aim. His body hurt. Everything hurt so bad. And he was beyond exhausted. It wouldn't be long until they caught up. He had to get out of here. He had to get away.
Suddenly a green dot appeared in the distance. Slowly the dot grew bigger and bigger until it was a swirling vortex. Danny didn't even stop to wander where the portal would take him, it was he only escape. With that in mind, he stumbled through.
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The injured halfa fell face first onto the ground.
"What the hell?" He heard someone say.
"Is he alive?" Another voice piped up.
He let out a weak groan in reply.
"Does that answer your question Impulse?" A third voice deadpanned.
"How'd he get in here?" Was that a fourth voice!?How many people were surrounding him? Did he just portal into a worse situation? Danny tried to get up and into a fighting position, but his body had finally given out and refused to move. All he could manage was a slight squirm.
"Superboy can you help him up?" The third voice asked.
Before Danny could react a hand was picking him up by the scruff of his shirt and he saw who surrounded him for the first time. To his left was a boy with an ungodly amount of hair, dressed in a red and white costume. Next to him was another boy dressed in a red and green fit with yellow accents and a black cape. Finally to his right was a girl. She wore a black top with two golden stacked w's on it accompanied by red pants with white stars. Danny couldn't see who was holding him from behind.
Confusion took over the fear and panic he was experiencing just a second ago. He had expected to portal to the ghost zone and see Clockwork or Wulf. Maybe even Frostbite ready with medical equipment. He never thought he'd end up in a weird base surrounded by 4 cosplaying teens.
Danny opened his mouth to ask where he was, but instead of words coming out of his mouth he coughed up blood. Well that wasn't supposed to happen.
Panic was immediately evident on everyone's faces. Including the middle kid wearing a mask.
"Questions can wait for later," he barked. "For now let's get him to the watchtower infirmary!"
The boy wanted to protest. He'd seen enough crime documentaries to know being taken to a secondary location was a bad idea. Add the fact that this secondary location was apparently an infirmary and that took a 'no way' to an 'absolutely not'. Once again though, his body had other plans. As he was switched from dangling by his neck to a princess carry, the pain overwhelmed him and black began taking over his vision. Guess this was happening whether he wanted it to or not. He just prayed that when he woke up, he wouldn't be strapped to another table.
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Jazz and Danny "Zatara" Fenton, Maddie Zatara
Maddie Zatara married Jack Fenton of the a Witch Hunting Family, well a ex-Witch Hunting family. She and her family, other than Alicia, are very, very very very aliended. She doesn't believe in the way they do magic; it's science, and she will just prove it.
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Danny has learned conjuration as a way to summon ghosts from the Ghost Zone in fights. Most are normal ghost animals or the ones Vlad once had as pets. But he could summon Wulf or Cujo too with it; Frostbite was still too hard to really work.
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Maddie was at first confused about why her science-loving son would learn magic, but Danny told her his powers allow him to control phenomena using equations and formulas.
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With just an answer to the equations and formulas, he could control the powers around him and others. The summoning was something he learned as a backup. which is the truth; it made his ghost powers much stronger after he understood how it worked.
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Maddie:" HA! SEE SCIENCE! Stupid family never believed me!"
#danny phantom#dp#dcau#danny fenton#dc comics#dp + dc#dp x dc#dc#dc x dp#Maddie Zatara#Magic? Danny#Jack Fenton#Jazz Zatara Fenton#Danny Zatara Fenton#Science not magic
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Part 4 - Show me those issues
Dp x DC AU: Regent!Jazz & Vigilante!Jazz
Masterlist Part 3
"Show me those issues, how you've been misused. Yeah girl, I'm with you." -Train Wreck by Divide the Day.
Previously on The Regent:
It wasn’t as if the Pit Madness could just be gone, right?
Right?
(Jason Todd was no fool, the Madness was still there.)
(Just… sedated. Like it didn’t need to boil to the surface anymore where it concerned his murderer.)
And for the first time in a very long while, Jason felt like himself again.
Until the agony began.
In a strange synchronized motion, both Jazz and Danny twisted their bodies towards the spirits who began screeching in the air between the two, ghost speak intertwined with screams of the damned, demanding the Regent and the Prince help the Robin.
“Broken Robin, bloody bird, help, help, help. Agony, pain, corruption”
Danny didn’t hesitate for a moment to transform into Phantom, calling over his shoulder for Jazz to bring her last few pure ecto vials along as he phased out of the apartment.
Jazz sighed heavily as she unlocked the safe in her bedroom, three vials remaining within. All the supply the Regent had left for the month, until Wulf was able to deliver more.
In any other circumstance, Jazz would have refused to hand over something so vital to her health- escpecially since she was burning through her ecto-levels acting as a vigilante and a Regent, with frequent travels to the Infinite Realms to work on paperwork and attend Council meetings.
However, Jazz felt the tugging in her chest, the instinct that she had to give up her ectoplasm for the agonized Robin. And she was not one to ignore such strong instincts.
Vials tucked safely into her bra, Jazz summoned her ecto-sword with only a thought and cut into the air, opening a portal in the between to take her to where the spirits demanded she go.
Jazz stepped through after a heavy sigh, bones feeling as if they were filled with cement.
No rest for the wicked after all.
Danny had already arrived ahead of her by the time Jazz stepped through her portal, fussing over what seemed to be the local unfriendly neighborhood vigilante, Red Hood, without his signature helmet and sweating green droplets profusely.
Oh.
So that’s how she’d been sensing him. He’s got ectoplasm in him and (by the rancid scent lingering in the air) corrupted at that.
“Did he go swimming in the Realms sewer?” Jazz asked, half-seriously as she willed the portal closed behind her and leaned her sword against a wall before pulling out the vials of pure ecto.
Danny struggled to laugh at her attempt at humor however, chirping and warbling at Red Hood’s prone form. Jazz offered the vials to her little brother, “Will these flush out the corrupted ecto?”
He didn’t answer her, poking at Hood’s chest plate, a warble of worry-horror filling the air.
“Danny.”
Jazz reached for her proto-core (tucked behind her heart) and chirped back with concern-worry-resignation.
Which worked to get Danny’s attention and he snapped his focus to her, “Jazz, give him the pure stuff! He’s starving!”
Oh again.
In Hood’s current state, could he swallow it on his own?
No, he couldn't. He'd likely choke on it or spit it back out on reflex. One of them would have to administer it by mouth.
Jazz sighed heavily before she uncapped the first vial and tipped its contents into her mouth. The familiar battery-acid taste was heavy on her tongue as she tried not to reflexively swallow it in her hunger.
(She tried to ignore how her heart raced.)
Jazz leaned over Red Hood's prone body, gently carded one hand into his hair, and set the other onto his throat before she pressed her lips onto his own.
To stay in my shadows you must aid my Knight, Regent.
Of course, My Lady.
I speak of the one born in my streets and unburied in my soil, hidden under Red.
The Red Hood?
The Once Bright Light of Gotham, unavenged. Care for him and he will care for you.
Frostbite had been quite shocked at their sudden arrival to the Far Frozen with Red Hood in tow. Jazz’s sword made quite an entrance after all, and Danny’s choice to drop hood’s sweating and shivering body into the Yeti’s arm was enough to get him into motion.
“Great One, Regent.” The Tribal Leader greeted them as he turned on his heel with his cargo firm in his grasp.
“Hey Frosty. Gotta doozy for ya.” Danny quipped with some warmth. Being in Realms again seemed to cheer him up ever since the move to Gotham, even if it wasn’t a common occurrence anymore.
(Jazz kept him far away from the Observants since taking the crown.)
(Nosey one-eyed bastards.)
“Hi Frostbite.” Jazz offered her own greeting as they followed behind the Yeti into the tribe proper.
It had been some time since Jazz had been into the Healing tents, but Danny had always enjoyed Frostbite’s company so he easily maneuvered his way around the equipment and tables towards the sectioned off beds in the back, which were Yeti sized and easily dwarved Hood’s own six foot brick house frame.
Frostbite hummed as he examined his new patient, having heard Danny explain their treatment thus far of Hood.
“Great One, you were correct in this regard. Red Hood was dying of Corruption due to ectoplasm.”
“But?” Jazz proded.
“His proto-core has accepted the pure ecto and has begun to stabilize.”
Both siblings breathed a sigh of relief. That was good news, especially to hear of a new Liminal that could survive Gotham- means Hood was a survivor in more than one regard.
“However, there is something more concerning…” The Yeti trailed off, a soft growl left in the wake of his words.
“Frosty?”
“Pardon me, Great One. It seems that Red Hood’s proto-core isn’t ice-based, it needs warmth.”
Danny, despite the seriousness of the situation, laughed at Jazz’s resulting blush at Frostbite's words.
(Oh I can keep him warm.)
Not to mention how she they had gotten the pure Ectoplasm down his throat to begin with
“Regent?”
Jazz sighed and answered the Yeti, “I can offer him my warmth until he can be returned.”
Frostbite pondered for a moment, “Ah, yes, the Regent has a Fire-based Proto-core. That should do well.”
(Danny had laughed himself sick when it had come to light that Jazz was his opposite in core too.)
(Fire and Ice)
(Hero and Villain)
With a passive glare at her now-chuckling little brother, Jazz approached Hood’s bed and carefully climbed in alongside him.
(She did her best to block out how her body wanted to curl into him, grasp onto him and never let go.)
Turned onto her side away from him, back pressed to his form, Jazz forced her body to relax and let her natural warmth seep out from her core into the vigilante at her back.
(Little did Jazz know that she would cuddle him in her sleep.)
(And that a pesky younger sibling would coo and take a few pictures to save as blackmail.)
Jason dreamed.
He dreamed of his mother, the good days when she would read to him softly and wrap him in her arms.
He dreamed of late night patrols with his dad, tucked under his cape when he wanted to feel safe.
He dreamed of a red haired woman who kissed him softly, held him gently, and… chased the cold away.
Why had he been so cold?
Why was his heart aching?
It wasn’t supposed to ache.
He wanted his dad.
He wanted his books.
He wanted his dream woman to kiss him again and tell him her name, just so he’d have something to hold onto when he woke up.
(If he woke up.)
A/N:
Alright, part four! With a glimpse into Jason and Jazz's natural bond as, well, maybe... soulmates? Who knows. I'm a sucker for that trope.
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Essek is my poor little meow meow. Wulf is my wretched big puppy doggy.
GOD you're so right!!!!! my favorite pathetic man and bastard man, caleb has such good taste in fucked up hot boys
#specifically i think essek has miette vibes#('you paralyze essek? you chain him like the prisoner? oh! oh! jail for the mighty nein! jail for the mighty nein for One Thousand Years!')#and wulf is that husky that was raised with cats#like he's big pubby. does not know he can't sit on your lap. you come into the kitchen and he's sitting on the counter just staring at you#yknow???#ask answered#(obsessed with the fact that this is my first ever ask on here btw. like yes this is a perfect way to kick it off thank you)#eadwulf grieve#essek thelyss#wizardposting#c2
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Favorite Niece (dp x dc)
Dora took a deep, unneeded breath as she nodded her thanks to sir Wulf. She had much to thank him for, which was made obvious by the glowing portal in front of her. Hopefully, he was satisfied with her offer of asylum should he ever need it if not… Well, that would simply mean this would be the second debt owed she had incurred today.
Sir Ghost Writer had not had any specific requests since every library in her domain had been declared public and she had promised him a boon he could decide upon at a later date. His rare genealogical volumes had been the key for this particular endeavor, and so Dora considered this a fair and needed bargain.
There was no sense delaying this further, the princess - no she was Queen now - thought to herself. Making sure her medallion was in place and her green skin was properly disguised, she squared her shoulders and stepped right through the portal.
The first thing she noticed was the noise, it was much louder than she was used too, not to mention distracting. After another fortifying breath, Dora got the little scrap of paper out of her dress pocket -once again the thought of a dress with pockets sent a tingle of joy down her spine - and unfolded it. Though she now knew the address by heart, the action steadied her a little and she looked up to find a street name. She had asked to be dropped as close as possible so the place should be easy to find. And indeed it was.
Less than five minutes later, Dora stood in front of a nondescript door feeling like her dead heart was beating out of her chest. She raised her hand and in spite of her nerves, knocked firmly. Dora listened as footsteps were heard on the other side of the door, and the dragon-queen felt her anticipation rise. Then, the door opened and Dora was faced with a young blonde woman. As their eyes met, Dora took a deep breath before she opened her mouth.
“May I ask if someone called Harleen Quinzel lives here?”
“You’re lookin’ at her missy,” woman answered with a questioning quirk of her eyebrow.
Looking into the woman’s blue eyes, Dora smiled. “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Dorathea. I’m your aunt, several times removed.”
#After her brother and all the drama Dora wants to get to know some of her other relatives#Who better than her brother’s descendants:)?#harleen quinzel#princess dorathea#dc x dp#dp x dc#roxpox#roxpoxwrote
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17, 18, and 19 for holly and/or wulf, 7 and 10 for elinor :)
tyyyyy <3
Holly & Wulf:
17) How good are they at choosing gifts for others?
Holly's pretty good most of the time, sometimes she gets lazy though and just gets generic gifts
Wulf is just absolutely terrible, if by some miracle he considers you a friend then he might gift you with a rock he thought was neat, a bird feather, or something he picked up while traveling, however if it involves Holly then he tries really hard
18) Do they have a certain skill they're particularly proud of?
Holly, despite being pretty good at fae and some human magics, gets really proud of herself when she figures out an easier/lazier way to do something, or to get magic to make her life more easier. What use is magic if you can't at least do that. So any magic she can use to improve her home is something she's really proud of. (things like running water, hot water in her tree, or magic lights she can turn on or off)
Wulf is really proud of how he can kill. It keeps him alive.
19) How would a stranger they just met describe them?
Holly - if by humans: beautiful and radiant, if a little grumpy or confused on human customs, if by fae: plain and not as proficient at magics (she's looked down upon for being half human), but her status as her father's daughter keeps her from being completely looked down upon.
Wulf - by anyone: terrifying, "this guy will murder me for standing in his way or for looking at him for more than 2 seconds. holy shit, my mom is calling me, I have to GO"
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Elinor
7) At a bar/tavern/pub are they more likely to buy someone a drink, or have someone buy her a drink?
Elinor grew up very sheltered and has never been in such an establishment. If she did, she would shyly walk up to the counter and bravely try to order something, then try to possibly order something for everyone since they seemed to be having such a good time.
However, Flynn would walk in right behind her and glare at anyone that dared to look at her for more than 2 seconds and break the hands of anyone that tried to touch her inappropriately or throw them out the window with one hand.
She'd scold him for causing such destruction and try to pay for repairs with her father's money, but with Flynn radiating murder behind her the owner would only accept just enough to cover the window.
10) What is their favorite memory from their childhood?
Her whole childhood was wonderful - she lived on such beautiful isles and she was proud to help her father take care of their people. She had never wanted to leave and dreamed of being capable enough to watch over their people too.
#answered#shesgonnachangetheworld#oc: holly of atterford#oc: wulf the blade#oc: elinor#tyyyyy#oc ask
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-`ˏ @schwarzwaldcr | WULF — ( Cont. From 🗂 ) ˎ´-
He definitely wasn't used to others being taller then him. It was new, different, but not in a completely bad way, more or less just startling in it's newness.
While he wasn't... too tall, he was taller than most - able to peer down or at least at eye level with others on some occasions, though here, that wasn't exactly the case. His new companion was tall. Quite tall in fact - that he had the creeping suspicion she'd try to use him or someone else as an arm rest one of these days since he was about... that height.
Sure enough, bored or just tangled up in whatever thoughts ran rampant in her mind, Chris spotted it before, the little tell-tale signs as she began to shift & move. In a way, he was flattered she felt comfortable enough to drop her guard in trying something so cocky, even if it was an absent minded thing done to the poor bastard near her.
While it was all harmless, he couldn't help but tease when she'd started to lift her arm, lowering it until it rest against the top of his shoulder lightly. He turns, eyes crinkling cheekily in some amusement, a dark brow arching in some challenging question as he peers up at her from the corner of his eye.
❝ Don't even think about it. ❞
The reaction is near instant - the recoil, the pull back as if she'd been burned as she blinks owlishly back at him before apologizing with an offered grin. Hands raised placatingly, he watches her for another moment, maybe getting a little too much enjoyment out of the reaction before he finally shrugs a shoulder & turns away, lightly shaking his head with a laugh.
❝ Just as long as you don't deign me your new arm-rest - we're good. ❞
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#-`ˏ ★ ˎ´- ─ ANSWERED IC.#-`ˏ ★ ˎ´- ─ INTERACTIONS.#-`ˏ ★ ˎ´- ─ ( CONTINUE GAME…? ) / THREAD CONTINUED.#schwarzwaldcr#*WULF.#VERSE TBD
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