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moonshine-nightlight · 2 years

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Nothing’s Wrong with Dale - Part Nine

It’s been a week, but you’re fairly certain your fiancé accidentally got himself replaced by an eldritch being from the Depths. Deciding that he’s certainly not worse than your original fiancé, you endeavor to keep the engagement and his new non-human state to yourself.

However, this might prove harder than you originally thought.

Fantasy, arranged marriage, malemonsterxfemalereader, M/F

AO3: Nothing’s Wrong with Dale Chapter 9

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four] [Part Five] [Part Six][Part Seven] [Part Seven.5] [Part Eight] Part Nine [Part Ten] [Part Eleven] [Part Twelve] [Part Thirteen] [Part Fourteen] [Part Fifteen] [Part Sixteen] [Part Seventeen] [Part Eighteen] [Part Nineteen] [Part Twenty] [Part Twenty-One] [Part Twenty-Two] [Part Twenty-Three] [Part Twenty-Four] [Part Twenty-Five] [Part Twenty-Six] [Part Twenty-Seven] [Part Twenty-Eight] [Part Twenty-Nine] [Part Thirty] [Part Thirty-One] [Part Thirty-Two] [Part Thirty-Three] [Part Thirty-Four]

After discussing Northridge infrastructure and commissioning a few more requests for various surveys and inquiries with the appropriate officials, you’ve moved onto military concerns since the household matters seem well in hand, at least for this estate.

You’ll evaluate the others when you visit them. You’re fairly certain Bilmont is going to send letters to the stewards and housekeepers of those estates to expect perhaps more of a shake up than they might otherwise, but you rather think that’s a fair advance warning.

Martial prowess is generally expected for those of the noble class, but how much ability each member has varies based on birth order and general preference. First-borns are expected to be particularly competent, especially in their youth, with training in a variety of weapons, service to the crown for at least a year, and then lessons in command. Dale has such experience, having trained in Northridge for his younger years, then in the capital where he attained his knighthood, and four years of service to the crown prior to his release from that service. You’ve no idea what he might have done in his years abroad to keep it up—likely contests of skill with his friends and perhaps helping out a local lord or tournament—but you’ve no doubt he has.

While second-borns often get a similarly rigorous education—both in case something unfortunate happens to the oldest and they find themselves in that position and because they are likely to marry a titled heir—the education the other children in a family line receive can be far more varied. Some expect to study academics, some expect to aid their older siblings in managing family estates and matters, some go into trade, others exploration, and of course spiritual orders too. The possibilities are merely dependent on your family, your interests, and who is paying for it all–and how much they are willing to pay.

You’ve never been particularly interested in anything combative, although you took basic courses in castle guard management, fief force management, self-defense, and general military history. You’d always been more interested in wound treatment and supply management rather than the gritty details of battle and fighting.

Luckily Dale, before and now, does have an interest in that. You’re happy to let him lead this discussion, following along well enough, but unable to ask the kind of follow-up questions Dale clearly can. It becomes evident through Bilmont’s answers and the reports that Northridge is adequately staffed, generally with competent leaders managing their forces. Grandfather, traditional in what he thinks a Lord’s primary duty is, actively manages their defense.

“I’m surprised Grandfather manages the militant forces,” you remark offhand. “Rather than Grandmother.”

“Lady Northridge never expected to inherit—she was third in-line,” Steward Bilmont explains. “Her oldest brother and his wife were drawn to battle so their death was seen as a likely loss, but no one expected her older sister and her family to get caught in that shipwreck.”

“Grandfather was second in his family, but his oldest brother had an heir before Grandfather was married, with more on the way, so it was a good match, but unusual in that the consort had more military training than the title holder did.”

In the end, the only substantial comment Dale has is regarding training. “Grandfather has done a good job maintaining our forces, but there are some newer techniques and technologies I know he has not implemented that I believe will help keep us on the forefront of military thinking.”

He stops to write down certain book titles that he’d like Bilmont to order copies of for the family library and you peer over the list to potentially read yourself when they arrive. “Some of those I met while abroad have given me interesting ideas. Some I had been thinking of installing as trainers, but I’m reconsidering a few of them.” He jots down another list of names, those in Northridge he thinks may need to be reevaluated based on the debriefing or reports and then those of potential candidates he has in mind to hire. As he does so, he mutters under his breath, “Why I ever thought that drunkard Wilhelm could be trusted as swordsmaster, I’ve no idea…

You shake your head at that. Dale had wanted to install those loyal to him, those he could use to further his ends, regardless of their actual skills and competencies. Based on the stories from his travels, you gather Wilhelm of Aliers is a good hand with a sword, but more importantly his home fief was famous for its wineries. You wouldn’t be surprised if the majority of ‘potential candidates’ original Dale had wanted to install were chosen for similar reasons.

“My lord,” Bilmont says, hesitant enough you know he doesn’t expect Dale to like whatever he has to say next. “I believe your Grandfather already has replacements in mind for the majority of those who plan to retire.”

“We’ll interview them as well,” Dale waves his hand dismissively. “I am aware many of currently in place seek to retire as he does, but I want to test all trainers and all candidates myself as they are to serve me, going forward.” His eyes dart to your own and he corrects himself, “Going to serve us. And so we shall have the final say.”

“Very well,” Bilmont says backing down, long practiced at knowing when to pick his battles. “Might I suggest you do these interviews with your grandfather present? I believe that will help the process go smoothly, particularly for anyone he already spoke to.”

Dale frowns, clearly not following, but you do. Grandfather must have already promised or as good as promised certain positions to his own choices. That might spread resentment, if they feel cheated or overlooked. Grandfather can help calm any tempers. “That sounds like a good idea.” You give Bilmont a nod of acknowledgment to show you understand what he means and he seems to grow a smidge less tense.

“Perhaps we should meet with Grandfather ourselves ahead of time as well,” you say, turning to Dale. “He will have greater insight into those we already employ and has likely had to conduct such evaluations before. His experience would be helpful.” And hopefully you’ll be able to soothe any of his own wounded pride if Dale essentially overrides any decisions he’s already made.

Dale stares at you without blinking, clearly assessing your words and you try not to squirm. At some point though, you stop feeling the need to, lost in his eyes. It’s like looking down into a deep well, knowing there’s water as well as darkness at the bottom, but sure any movement you might attribute to the former is just your own eyes playing tricks on you. He releases you with a blink. You come back to yourself, taking a deep breath and wondering if it truly was deep or if you simply hadn’t been breathing while preoccupied by the darkness in his eyes, the sharp blue to his irises, his delicate eyelashes…

“Yes,” Dale’s voice shakes you from your still wandering thoughts. “A good idea, my lady. I wonder when would be best to—”

Dale’s wondering is interrupted by a knock on the door, which swiftly opens to reveal the man himself. Grandfather’s gaze is searching until it lands on Dale at which point he brightens. “Dale! There you are. The last of our early bird guests were able to make it today after all—Heath was able to board a faster ship and Francois stayed behind so Jeanne made great time.”

You frown, trying to remember what people are coming so early for. As far as you can remember, the tournament is the first wedding festivity and that doesn’t start for another five to seven days.

Dale grins at his grandfather reflexively, but he also looks confused as grandfather goes on. “What’s happening? My head is still trapped in these reports. We’ve been going over all the council rosters and committees in preparation for my taking over as Lord. Steward Bilmont has been a great boon in helping us get our arms around it all before we start pestering you and Grandmother for greater detail. We’ve drawn up a schedule and started sending out missives so we can…”

Grandfather stares incredulously at Dale until even he recognizes the cue for what it is and trails off. You suppose he was never particularly interested in paperwork before. You hope Grandfather thinks his greater interest is due to him finally inheriting and nothing more.

“It’s time for the hunt, of course,” Grandfather says, a mix of triumph and judgment in his voice as he reminds Dale of what should be obvious.

“Oh, yes,” recognition blooms in Dale’s eyes and your own. Ceremonial hunts among the nobility were common and traditional before both a tournament and a wedding. Usually only one betrothed went on the hunt—or there were two hunts—and various close friends and family who were to come to the wedding arrived a little earlier than most to join them. It’s a remnant from an even older time, more even than the tournaments, which were to show a noble family’s martial prowess, to the very basics of simply putting food on the table. “The hunt.”

“Yes, I’ve already had your valet finish packing your things,” Grandfather says. He smiles at you when he says, “Sorry to pull your fiance away from this riveting paperwork.” He even adds a wink.

You smile, inwardly glad you didn’t have to partake in the hunt. You can set traps and that’s about it. Bows required a greater degree of upper arm strength you simply didn’t have, same for spears. You know the basics on how to hold a human or wild animal at bay with one, but that’s all. The rest you know is all close combat self-defense, focused on using vulnerable spots to your advantage so you can get away. You’re perfectly content with that being the extent of your physical offensive capabilities.

Violence has never appealed to you and if you needed to rid yourself of an unsavory person, well, you are quite versed in herblore. You are by no means an expert though, mistakes are so easy to make. You’d refreshed your memory of such things after meeting the original Dale, in case he ended up far less tolerable than he appeared. Even this Dale, you’re well aware of his allergy should his attitude prove more illusory than you hope.

Preparing contingencies always made you feel better, particularly since you knew you’d lose in a physical fight. You simply had to ensure you never ended up in one.

“Of course, I would never begrudge him his entertainments,” you say to Grandfather. It is nice, getting to know him and Grandmother,starting to feel like you fit with them and their interactions. Each day you feel like you know them a bit better, are able to read their moods and personalities more reliably. It’s a comforting feeling: settling in. “Or you.”

“And we thank you, my dear,” he replies. “It’s shaping up to be a good hunt—we’ve reports of stags in the north and only one bear sighting. There might be the usual boar complications, but that’s never bothered us, eh Dale?”

Dale looks back at Grandfather, his eyes having strayed back to the report in hand, but the grin he gives him is sharp enough so he must still be paying attention. “I’ve never minded a boar hunt, although a stag hunt’s focus on the chase is not to be undervalued.”

“Precisely,” Grandfather agrees. “It's been too long since I’ve been on one of considerable size and even longer since I’ve hosted. It is shaping up to be a marvelous one.”

“Yes, I suppose it is too late to cancel,” Dale says with some reluctance as he straightens from the note he was jotting down. As he passes it over to Bilmont, he gives a slight sigh. You too are disappointed in having to cut your discussion short, but it's no real hardship. You can pick back up where you left off when he returns in a few days and while it's nice to try to order things before the wedding, the truth is that there’s too much going on to make much headway. Once all the festivities pass, there will be more time and less interruptions.

“Cancel. What sort of a joke is that?” Grandfather replies flatly. You look up to see him blinking at Dale in confusion. Fear drips down your spine at the change in his demeanor, at the hint of accusation mixed in with the confusion as he says, “You’ve been looking forward to this for weeks.”

“There’s simply so much to get started with,” Dales says, an eager grin on his face. “Just now we were discussing the roads and the councils–training and appointments we want to discuss with you.”

Grandfather though, just stares at him, brow furrowing in confusion and defensiveness. “You speak as though Northridge is in dire need of attention. As if your Grandmother and I have been sitting on our laurels letting it go to seed.”

You flinch at the accusation and Dale at least needs no warning to see how his comments could have been misconstrued. “Oh! Of course not,” Dale says, face falling. “That’s not what I meant at all. My apologies, I am simply looking forward to this next part of my life and am eager to apply what I’ve learned to my home.”

The offense drops from Grandfather’s face, but something that worries you more takes its place: suspicion. You are suddenly aware that Grandfather has always been less oblivious to who Dale was, regardless of his opinion on what were flaws and what were not, and therefore may notice how uncharacteristic it is even just for Dale to apologize. This combined with his reluctance for the hunt, appears to be making Grandfather question things you hoped he won’t.

“There’s so much I need to learn,” you say, hoping your voice is a sufficient mix of modest and hopeful. “Lessons in school rooms are simply not the same and since Dale has been away from home, there’s plenty for us to catch up on.”

Grandfather’s eyes are unusually sharp on your face, but he nods at your explanation—after all, it's a true one, if not complete.

“Yes,” Dale says, following your lead easily—you’re not even sure if he’s doing it on purpose. “I find myself wishing I had attended to more meetings and such before I left as you and Grandmother often bid me.”

Grandfather looks mollified by Dale’s addition to an extent, but he still looks far too intent for your liking as he surveys the pair of you. “Of course.” He strides over to Dale and claps a hand on his shoulder. “I’m pleased you are keen to begin taking up your responsibilities, Dale. However, there is no need to neglect the festivities as well. This is a time for celebration in addition to duty. You’ll quickly find that duty will always remain, waiting with more for you to handle. The hunt however is now and if we have any hope to make the most of our time, we must leave sooner rather than later.”

Grandfather keeps his eyes on Dale’s face and no doubt sees the slight reluctance on it. The first Dale would never be so slow to leave this stuffy room with its paperwork behind, let alone for a hunt in his honor.

You are trying to think of the right way to prompt him before anymore seconds go by, when his eyes dart to your own. You seize the opportunity to say, “You should go, enjoy yourself. All of this will be here when you return.” You give him what you hope to be an encouraging nod. “You were just yesterday discussing how you felt as though you’d not had enough practical opportunities to ensure your hunting skills remained sharp.” That is even true, although you expect he meant that he hadn’t had a chance to go hunting since he became Dale rather than since Dale returned from abroad.

His mood seems to shift easily with your words added to Grandfather’s and he regains his enthusiasm from the hunt. “Yes, I had. You’re quite right,” he says, turning from you to Grandfather with a grin. “I haven’t a chance to use the spear I picked up in Anjou yet. Perhaps I can even get some more practice in with the Khinat bow we all took up while there.”

You relax as he talks until your eyes leave his to find Grandfather staring at you. It takes all your practice at hiding your anxiety not to react beyond a small stiffening in your spine. Had Grandfather noticed that Dale had looked to you for how he should react? Has he noticed how very, very odd it is that Dale should look to anyone for advice, let alone you, when he was always too headstrong and self-possessed? That he had needed your encouragement?

“Has everyone else arrived?” Dale asks, not seeming to notice the odd tension in Grandfather’s shoulders. “Last I heard, Uncle Wellington was still claiming he’d need another two days before he’d be joining us.”

Grandfather’s eyes leave yours to reply, “Yes, Welly got here an hour or so ago, with his hounds in tow.”

“Wonderful,” Dale says with feeling. “I must continue my quest to persuade him to let me keep one of his magnificent hunters.”

Grandfather seems to relax even further at that proclamation, chuckling and squeezing Dale’s shoulder. “You know how he is with those dogs, I think he vets anyone he gives one to more than he did his childrens’ spouses. No reason to give up hope though, perhaps this will be the year.”

Grandfather heads for the door and Dale follows, pausing to remind Bilmont to send certain papers to his room per your earlier conversation. He also pauses at your chair. “You’ll have to let me know if you decide anything while I’m away, yes?”

You smile, blushing slightly from the way he bends his head so close to your own. “Of course, though I doubt we’ll make any concrete plans until you’ve returned. I’ll have a write-up left in your study.”

You knew he was going on this hunt, but since some people were joining from out of Northridge, it hadn’t been clear when they would be going. Now, you feel some concern for Dale, a pang of nerves at how he might fare or behave alone with the others. It’s likely just because Grandfather seemed to notice something just now, but you feel a strange sense of foreboding.

Still, you certainly can’t say so—nevermind who else is still in the room—but you are always nervous about many things, most of which turn out to be nothing. You reach for something concrete to focus your attention and worry on. “Do you have enough tea and medicine to last you on your hunt?”

Dale’s eyes glint in response, his smile softer than his more typical grin these days. “Thank you, sana, but I have all I need—Mr. Murray,” his valet, “knew what was to be packed for this trip and I left explicit instructions for those which you’ve prescribed to be brought.”

“Of course,” you murmur, shy in the face of his gratitude and respect, neither of which you fully feel you’ve earned. It does remind you that not only is there the hunt, but after is the tournament—perhaps you should prepare some extra recipes, just in case. You’re sure the new doctor, along with any other physicians brought by guests, will be more than adequate. It couldn’t hurt though. You search for words that will move the conversation forward. “Have an enjoyable trip,” you settle on, looking back up at him from underneath your lashes.

That softer smile is still on his face as he nods. “We shall return with a most magnificent prize, I am sure.” He picks up your hand, the one resting on the arm rest and presses a whisper of kiss to the back of it, his lips soft, before releasing you to walk over to where Grandfather waits by the door.

Your eyes drift past Dale to find Grandfather staring at you contemplatively, his brow furrowed once more, and fight the urge to freeze. Dale is more affectionate than he had been before, but nothing he’d done was beyond what was within the bounds for a betrothed to do. Surely any growing familiarity can merely be blamed on seeing more of each, rather than a fundamental shift in Dale’s personality, right?

Grandfather’s expression smooths out once he sees you noticing to be replaced with a perfectly polite smile. “I shall return him to you safe and sound, my Lady,” is all he says. “Have no fear.”

You return his smile and will yourself to believe that it is only your overactive anxiety gnawing at you—nothing more. “I thank you.”

[Part Ten]

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ghostbsuter · 7 months

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"Hey constantine, who's that?" Someone asks and Connie looks down at Danny, blue eyes staring back at him.

"My coworker."

"He's my dad."

"What?"

"What."

—

Who knew John Constantine would gain a ward, one being such a little mischievous bastard with bright eyes and good heart.

He certainly didn't.

Nor did he expect the stabby Robin to get into a heated argument with his ward, gesturing to his form next to Batman and spit venom.

"But‐ Damian! Look at him! I can fix him!" Danny argues back and Robin, so done with this, rips his mask off and—

Oh.

They have the same face.

Connie looks at Batman, nervous what the reveal will change.

("I don't care if you can 'fix' him, danyal! Return to Father, to me!")

Batman stares back.

("Connie is dad shaped! I chose him myself, damian! Leave me and my choice alone!")

The day will only get longer, it seems.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #fic prompt #writing prompt #dc x dp prompt #danny looks at constantine and goes dad shaped!#hes such a cat tbf #demon twins #batman found out abt danny like #not even a day ago #and immediately brought robin in #danny and damian are close to throwing down and deciding with their fists #danny and damian are twins #danny: i see a pathetic man and all i think is dad shaped #damian: this man is less than the servants at grandfather's #damian is like pikachu face meme #danny is now in shared custody #friday + weekends at the waynes #hes brings damian a dragon fire sword that gets lit on command and everything is forgiven

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bluerosefox · 1 year

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Same As The Day I Lost You

I...

This came to me as I'm making dinner so I'll be quick.

What if we mix deaged Danny and twin/older sibling (either one works) Damian, AND he gets tossed to his sibling in a last minute escape.

Like what if he was fighting Vlad who was doing his whole "denounce your father and join me as my son Daniel!" Thing while in the Zone and knocks Danny into something that's floating in the Zone with the ability to deage or was hit by a new Fenton or Plasmius invention while fighting in town that accidentally deages him.

Danny, who in this was adopted, gets put back to the age of six. The same age he had been found by Jazz in a 'haunted' forest Jack and Maddie were visiting/investigating while also using that time as a family vacation. (They were shocked to see a little boy with a stab wound bleeding out and rushed him to the nearby town, almost completely forgetting about the glowing green tiny puddle they found nearby and bagged most of it as evidence when they heard Jazz's scream of terror over finding the hurt little boy)

The sudden revert into that traumatized age, along with the child response to a fight or flight scenario, and add Danny's deepest need/wish to be protected his child fogged mind wishes to go to the one person who always made him feel safe.

His twin/older brother.

Just as quick as it was with Danny being turned into a child, his ghost powers ripped open a portal and sent Danny to the person he wants to be with...

Only he didn't know that right at that moment his seventeen year old twin/older brother is currently fighting the League with his family's help (his mother was trying to convince him to return to the League and be it's heir) in Nanda Parbat (the very place Damian lost the last/only person he knew loved him without any strings attached.)

So imagine everyone's face when a portal opened up, some muttering its a new pit being formed before them or something, and crawling out of it is a very scared and confused six year old Danny.

#danny phantom dc #danny fenton #danny phantom #dp x dc #crossover #dc x dp crossover #No one will be ready for child Danny #Does he have his older memories? idk maybe #maybe his six year old mind from the sudden deage is at front rn or something #Damian almost feral/angry screams at his mother for 'daring to try to replace Danyal with a cheap clone'#only to see the look on her face and knows this wasn't planned #his little brother who he secretly watched as his mother tried to go behind grandfather's back to heal only for the pit to greedily keep #was brought back by the pits not looking a day over the age he lost him #What happened was Danny disobeyed an order from Ra's and was punished for it #he almost died for it and Talia wanted very badly to keep him because he looked so much like her beloved and she couldn't bare losing that #Only the pits kept Danyal instead of bringing him back #or rather under the guide of a certain entity he was brought to the forest the Fenton's were visiting #Damian scoops Danyal up when he see's the look in his mother's eyes shift from shock to calculating greed/love #he refuses to leave his brother in the hands of the League or his mother #he loves her despite everything but knows Danyal would never truly survive their mother's version of 'love' especially in the League #Also Damian may have...refused/forgotten to tell the others about Danyal #so cue them being horrifically confused #The pure sick feeling and deep seeded panic Bruce feels when he see's the mini version of himself but with hints of Talia hits hard #blue rambles

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puppetmaster13u · 5 months

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Prompt 114

What do y’know, another de-aged Danny. And another Danny with Talons. Only this time he’s found by a specific Talon. A very old Talon who is a very dramatic bastard. A very dramatic bastard who half grew up in a circus as a knife juggler and thrower.

One Elder Talon William Cobb, has now acquired a Hatchling. Along with his fledgling Gray Son who keeps trying to peer at the small not-quite Talon. Why he gets this sensation to not tell the Court, he isn’t quite sure, but his instincts have never driven him wrong before.

Now if only the bats would stop chasing them while his flock are trying to search for a nesting spot…

#dcxdp #dpxdc #de aged danny #talons #court of owls: Where the fuck is our Grand Talon and our Gray Son?!#court of owls: *sends more talons out to find them*#Cobb: Ah yes a larger flock- harder to hide but more hands to care for the hatchlings #Danny is so confused #He fell into this world #After something- he can't exactly recall what #And instantly got picked up by this dude clicking/cooing at him???#Also why does this other undead call them Grandfather they don't look old at all #Danny is complaining until they get him baby food which doesn't attack so that's a win #The batfamily are so concerned about wtf is happening #HOLY FUCK IS THAT DICK #After them!

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writer-room · 7 months

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Obsessed with Lloyd never mentioning his grandfather is the First Spinjitsu Master, apparently to the point even Arin didn't seem to know, because "eh, it never came up". Cause like, yeah, sure, my grandfather is God, what of it? Normal day for me. Shit happens. My dad is also evil, you wanna talk about that? I sure don't.

It's also funny from a character arc perspective. Here's itty bitty baby first season Lloyd, loudly proclaiming he's the son of Garmadon, and probably also making sure everyone knows he's God part 3 electric boogaloo. And then one Tomorrow's Tea and a few more years later and he's doing everything physically possible to NOT care about his heritage. In fact he'd probably rather his parentage was literally anyone else. Dude could care so less he forgets about it most of the time. King behavior.

#ninjago #dragons rising #ninjago dragons rising #ninjago dr #lego ninjago #lloyd garmadon #first spinjitzu master #garmadon #text post #talk #ideas #lloyd that entire time interally was probably like 'did wu get a temple--? oh wait thats granddad. sorry granddad. i guess'#he took one look at that altar and went hm. should probably fix that. mostly cause it'll fix my problem but wu didnt raise no disrespect #(except for when the disrespect is funny) what who said that #do you think he was like 'oh thank granddad finally my godly heritage isnt screwing me over' when the ghost mentioned needing a descendant #or was he like 'well. its another day of me being grandfathers favorite i guess'#do you think sora and arin felt awkward realizing they were in the temple of lloyds granddad. meanwhile lloyd did not give a flying fck #as far as hes concerned granddad can stuff it cause hes 80% all the sht that happens to him is bc God really likes him & thinks starting #problems is an appropriate way to show his love. and he doesnt think god takes constructive criticism #he sure will try tho #also yknow his closest interactions with Gods are his dad & uncle. & Wu is. like that. & also he's so sick of garmadon's bs #'my dad is literally banging some news guy i could not respect him less if i tried. his taste has only ever been mediocre. sorry mom'

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interstate35south · 4 days

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listen. i like a good “hualian adopts wwx” au as much as the next guy. but do y’all ever think abt the fact that appearance wise. xie lian and hua cheng are supposedly like. 17-19

i forget about it until i’m consciously reminded of it but there’s comedic potential in there somewhere

like i imagine they could probably get away with it when wwx was a young child but it’s all fun and games until visibly 34 year old wei wuxian is still calling apparently 17 year old xie lian dad

#tgcf #tian guan ci fu #heaven official's blessing #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wei wuxian #hua cheng #xie lian #the 17-19 feels like a bucket of cold water every time i hear it like they have always been mid-late 20s to me at LEAST #you’re looking at hua cheng and telling me he’s 18??? bullshit #i only accept it for the bit #like obv any dynamics with mortals and immortals has to factor in the whole “one of them will age and die and the other won’t”#but it just gets so much funnier when they’re an age that’s not even plausible to write off the fact that they don’t grow older #like lowkey twilight core #bonus points if lan sizhui is added into the equation #you’re 16 and your grandfather is 17 what do you do #hualian

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paimonial-rage · 3 months

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lol yeah ok - how about 12 and 13 instead? - last anon

[Character Analysis Ask Meme]

What is Neuvillette’s love language?

As that he does not have a way with human relationships, Neuvillette shows his feelings best through acts of service and gift-giving. After all, words are difficult and easy to construe. Quality time often leaves him at a loss for the very words he has a difficult time with. And physical touch? That’s simply too intimate for him. So what better way to show how he feels through something concrete? Surely if he gives of his time and resources for the people he cares about, they will understand how high of a regard he holds them. At least, he hopes.

What is Neuvillette like in a relationship?

As unfamiliar with human emotions as he is, you notice Neuvillette’s feelings for you long before he does. How can you not? You see it clearly—the softness in his eyes whenever they fall upon you, the fondness in his smile, the requests for you to stay if not just a moment longer. You are taken by surprise the day he notices. He approaches you with a troubled, albeit bashful expression. He says that it was brought to his attention that he has feelings for you. Adorable as he is, what else can you do but accept them?

Much to your expectation, there is a hesitance in his step after he begins to court you. He has never been in a relationship before. He doesn’t want to mess it up. So how close is he allowed to walk next to you? Is it proper to offer you his arm? Will you refuse him if he asks you to accompany him to a show? But your presence at his side leaves him light-headed. How many times this has lead to social gaffes and things of the sort? But when you laugh, how can he not chuckle to himself in turn?

With Neuvillette, you will find no bombastic displays of affection. There will not be poetic words of love and adoration. After all, Neuvillette is a simple man and will show his love through simple, yet earnest ways. He will want to spend time with you. He will want to do his best to communicate and be honest with you. He will want to make you happy in any way you see fit. He will do his best for you.

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What is Zhongli’s love language?

Anyone close to the Geo Archon knows his penchant for gift-giving. Really, it often catches many by surprise the sheer thoughtfulness and rarity of the gifts he gives. Not only are they often pricey, but also chosen with the receiver specifically in mind. It’s not rare to see people moved to tears upon receiving them, touched by the amount of care he puts into each one. As with gifts, Zhongli is also liberal with the words of affirmation he gives others. He does not hesitate to state a person’s strengths, nor how high of a regard he holds them. With him, there is no room for doubt.

What is Zhongli like in a relationship?

You don’t exactly know when you both became an item. As wordy as Zhongli is, he never bothered to tell you his feelings plainly. He even rejected you at first, stating he didn’t see you in that way. But then he said he’d try, didn’t he? And from that point, things began to change. How he’d invite you to Miss Yun’s performances, or offered his arm for you to take while he’d walk you home. How he’d tell you the most outrageous stories with a straight face, then laugh with an amused glint in his eye when you took him seriously. Somewhere along the way, the wall he kept began to fall.

Still, it is hard to tell his feelings as he never becomes the most physical with his affections. He does not hug you, nor does he hold your hand when you walk at his side. Sparing the moments when you’re the most endearing, he does not often kiss you of his own accord. Still, there is a level of familiarity and intimacy that he displays with no one else. You’re the only person he’ll let by his side on the days he wants most to be left alone. You’re the one whose opinions matter the most. You’re the only one he’ll tease as mercilessly as he does. You’re special.

With Zhongli, you realize that your relationship with him is not primarily one of romance, but of companionship. He does not simply view you as a friend. No, you’re much more than that. Out of all the things that come and go in his life, you are and will always be the only constant. You are everything to him. Even if you may part ways for a time, the place by his side will always remain yours. A relationship with you is a contract, one that he will always uphold.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #neuvillette #zhongli #neuvillette x reader #zhongli x reader #my writing #character analysis #sorry for the wait haha... but at least it's better than more than a month right? ;v;#i will apologize if you wanted something overtly romantic with the relationship question #zhongli's was especially hard #okay i can talk about it now #zhongli is the kind of guy you can talk with for hours and then leave not knowing a single thing about him #and that’s the weird thing like he does not hide his thoughts and feelings towards things #but at the same time you always doubt the extent to which he means them #like he may call the traveler a good friend and other warm things but….#does he follow up his feelings with actions?#he’s so easygoing that you can’t picture him falling to raw emotion #and it primarily is because he sees everyone the same way a grandfather looks at his toddler grandchild #he feel warmth and affection for them but they will never be equals #that’s why if you confessed your feelings for him he’d turn you down at first. he’d need time to change his thinking #and even after accepting you zhongli is not one for passions. he’s not gonna change much. he’ll still be a retired old man #also just a personal headcanon but i don’t think he’d get with a human. he’d humor then but he wouldn’t accept them #yeah hes just… hard to figure out romantically speaking

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semisomnosres · 7 months

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A few of my sketches, I wanted to do at least 1 full art, but was tired. mb later

#semisomnosres #randy cunnigham #rc9gn #rc9gn fanart #first ninja #randy cunningham 9th grade ninja #rc9gn first ninja #heidi weinerman #morgan rc9gn #debbie kang #Amanda Levay #I hope that the First Ninja at least came out a little recognizable #I love this type of face #but I have little experience in drawing it #My friend said that at 16 he looks older than at 23 #in principle it's kinda relatable #I also looked like my grandfather at 16

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ace-s-fav-dp-posts · 2 months

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So I've seen DPxDC stories where Danny is Damian's twin brother or just full blood sibling in general and not biologically a Fenton at all, where he's Bruce and Maddie's son, Talia and Jack's son, stories where he's either Bruce or Talia's kid with some other random person and was adopted by the Fentons.

Stories where either Jack or Maddie is Ra's kid and Danny (and Jazz) are thus Damian's maternal first cousins.

I've even seen a few stories where Danny was just literally Ra's son, either by blood or by adoption.

I know of one specific post where Danny is Dusan's son and Mara's older brother, but that's it.

I have yet to see a single prompt where either of Danny's parents are descended of either Dusan or Nyssa even though both of them are far more than old enough to be grandparents.

Hell, Dusan is calculated to be around 750 years old by some people, while Nyssa canonically had her bloodline wiped out by the Nazis, a bloodline that included a great grandson and she has a confirmed birth year of 1775 (so she'd be nearly 250 years old in modern day).

So the idea of Damian's first cousin being an adult pushing 50 with kids older than Damian himself would be completely logical (if you go ahead of sticking the show aged DP characters into the 2020s).

Though to be honest if we go this route I'd pick different Fenton Parents and generational displacement from Ra's depending on which of Ra's kids Danny and Jazz are descended from.

If they're descended from Dusan, then I'd pick Jack as being his son, and Mara's older half brother, who is older than her by like 46 years.

The Fenton's are actually aware of their connection to a quasi-immortal assassin, but Jack and Maddie do their best to keep their kids out of that life.

Which Dusan isn't supper accepting about. But he also only discovered Jack when he was already an adult, and if he wants to be invited to his grandkid's birthdays and be allowed to drop Mara off at the Fenton house to be watched he just kind of has to accept that his son and grandchildren aren't interested in the Al Ghul legacy.

While if it's Maddie who's descended from the Al Ghul bloodline, then I'd want her and Alicia to be descended from Nyssa's line, specifically Vasily Vasilevich, Nyssa's great grandson.

Nyssa thinks he's killed by the Nazi's like the rest of her descendants but because he's an infant someone actually manages to smuggle him away before he actually enters any camp. He eventually ends up smuggled all the way to the United States, where he's given a new name, and raised as an American by the family that took him as their own while fleeing from the Nazi's and smuggled him to the state's in the first place.

So Maddie and Alicia are both Nyssa's great great granddaughters, while Danny, Jazz, and Dani are Nyssa's great great great grandchildren. The Fenton's (and Walkers if we go ahead with making that Maddie and Alicia's maiden names), have no idea that they're descended from a weird eco terrorist assassin cult...

Until Jazz insists on the family doing one of those at home dna tests after Maddie casually dropped family lore about how her dad wasn't the biological child of her grandparents, and that they'd ended up taking him in when fleeing Europe from Nazi persecution, and no one knew who his birth parents were or if any of his biological family survived or not. Or even the name his biological parents gave him.

Jazz just thinks this is going to be a fun family history project where nothing weird will happen, unbeknownst to her Tim Drake has created backdoor access to every single one of those at home dna testing databases he can find, specifically looking for hits on the Al Ghul family tree.

That man might be old as fucking dirt, but Talia's existence (and backstory of being conceived at Woodstock with a random hippy lady) is proof that Ra's is more likely than not still producing swimmers and going around banging random women much to Tim's horror.

And Tim wants to know if any oopsie Al Ghuls pop out of the woodwork before Ra's does, at the very least to try and prevent any more from getting indoctrinated into the League of Assassins.

I just feel like either one of these would really hammer home that Ra's line really is comprised of largely unaging immortals (if they have access to a Lazarus pit and want to), who's outer age doesn't really reflect their actual age at all.

WIth Mara and Jack being half siblings but also like 40+ years apart in age, or Maddie being Nyssa's great great granddaughter but looking basically the same age.

Because DC's never really pushes that when it comes to Ra's. Sure all of his kids are adults, but all of them are also seem to be frozen between the ages of like 30 to 50 years old, with Ra's himself looking around 70-ish, and then all of his grandkids (who we get to see) are literal children.

So if you were to take a family picture of Ra's and the descendants (who matter and) we get to see in the comics, it would just look like a normal family portrait or family tree. The grandparent looks 20-30 years older then the Parents/Aunt/Uncle generation, who looks 20-30 years older than the child generation.

Like I just feel there should be more family line fuckery going on with the Al Ghul family than there is in canon.

Or hell you could make Jack or Maddie Talia's kid if you go with the really old canon of Talia also actually being a lot older but using the Lazarus Pits to stay physically young. I think she's like 150 in that continuity but using the pits to stay in her 30s or so.

Then you could just have Jazz or Danny show up and Damian introduce them to the Batfam as his niece and nephew, played best with Damian being around ten, but Danny and Jazz in their late teens or even early 20s.

#dp x dc #Danyal al ghul #but by way of the longest most convoluted bloodline possible #great great great great grandfather ra's al ghul #if you go the Maddie is descended from Nyssa route #or Jack's only living 1st cousin and sibling both being under the age of 10 when he's turning 50 #if you go the Jack is Dusan's son route #either way I think this is far funnier than most of the other Danyal Al Ghul AUs #Do I think Nyssa learning that her great grandson survived and actually lived a long and happy life with two daughters would Fix her? No #Do I think she'd be the most ferociously protective Babushka who wouldn't let Ra's so much as Look at her last living descendants?#yes yes I do #Nyssa wouldn't let her father set foot in the same country as Danny considering she more likely than not knows his plans for Damian

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spectral-snippets-and-drabbles · 11 months

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Death Warrant!Au

When the rejuvenating, life-extending effects of ectoplasm to the dead and dying was discovered by planets across the stars, it triggered mass conflicts that left several systems obliterated beyond repair. Hundreds of Billions had migrated to the Realms in numbers that were never seen before by the residence of the dead. They had various forms of damage and disfigurement on their new forms as a result of the ectoplasm being weaponized and used on them. Their very beings were corrupted beyond repair with their minds significantly altered with highly specified obsessions.

• Peoples from the destroyed worlds being so afraid that they lashed out, ripping anything that saw them to pieces out of fear of being attacked.

A serpentine creature of the Realms eagerly stalking them and fed upon their cores to grow stronger.

• Soldiers of these races were hell-bent on continuing to fight and proceeded to attempt subjugate this dimension that was new to them. Their rage guiding them blindly as they left paths of destruction throughout the realm.

A beast, wrongly slaughtered in the early madness of an delicate fledgling world that happened to be rich with ectoplasm followed the warpath and basked in the rage.

Eventually, more creatures like them came to prominence as a result of these strange new victims. Being aspects of emotion that were born from the masses in the war.

The Ghost King during this time period could not sit idly by and watch these newly born ghosts run rampant and terrorize his kingdom. With a heavy heart and a weapon in hand, a call to arms was called and the purge of these beings began. It tooks thousands of years, but when the last corrupted ghost was destroyed, the King took to the realm of living and wiped away all traces of the Realms from the minds of the survivors with all recollections of this terrible war for ectoplasm erased from history.

As his rested his eyes one final time, before the Tyrant would cowardly claim his life, made a major, sacred declaration that all citizens was made:

• If any hostile, mutant ghosts were to be found, they were to captured and examined by the king's council to await judgement. If they are too dangerous to restrain and seek bloody violence, they are to be destroyed.

• Any scientists trying to use ectoplasm for endangering life were to be have their memories erased and put to the sword for their crimes.

• Anyone foolish enough to Defy Death using ectoplasm, the greatest violation of the laws in the infinite Realms, they were to be put to death as and immediately given their Second End.

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When Pariah Dark, the Cowardly Tyrant King, is defeated and Danny fianlly takes the throne after a few centuries of training, the Observers hand him a compiled a list of names who violated these sacred laws.

They have him start with Earth and Danny's jaw hits the floor with what the charges he was seeing. He can already hear the chaos in the meeting room.

• Amanda Waller, Vandal Savage, Darkseid, Granny Goodness, a court of owls(?)...the list is long, and that's just Earth alone!

• Jack "The Goddamn Joker" Napier and a few of the more violent Rouges of Gotham are charged with Veil Destabilization.

Even Jason Peter Todd Wayne...the Red Hood!? Danny can probably work something with Jason, force him into therapy sessions (along with the whole damn family) with Jazz and a couple cleansing sessions and supplements from Frostbite...the others had to go...

The continued slaughter of the innocent, combined with the suffering they endured and the misery felt by Shades who couldn't move on was making the veil deteriorate at dangerous speeds. New pits would form across the city eventually as a result.

Lady Gotham has done everything she can to keep the madness from happening but she can't hold it back any longer. Her core is ready to shatter under the stress and is constantly in agony, but she won't abandon her knights, despite Danny's pleas to save herself.

There's a certain brigade of furry's who may or may not like this news but said brigade had no choice but to take it on the chin. They have children who Defied Death in their ranks and the Realms are not afraid to destroy anyone foolish enough to stop them.

• Lex Luther is charged with crimes against humanity. And several other violations in regards to unethical experimentation.

One sticks out to Danny.

Lex used Danny's stolen DNA from a stray core shard from the Guys in White, who he was was funding in secret, even after they were disbanded, to create a clone comprised of the Earth's resident Kryptonian, the bald bastard, and himself to kill and replace said Kryptonian...the guy who literally helps save the earth time and time again from doom.

...Yeah, Lex is undoubtedly, fucked beyond total comprehension. Anyone defending him was risking all-out war with the Infinite Realms.

But hey, at least Danny was finally having child of his own! The little tyke is only a few years old in the tube, Ellie's visits are far and in-between and Danny's status as a Halfa made him sterile and develop an embarrassingly strong case of baby fever.

He's sure the ghosts from Krypton would love to help out in raising Conner in case Kal-El wasn't really planning on being around the boy. After all, being cloned himself, Danny knows the emotional baggage that comes with being violated to this degree by your enemy.

He just hopes the guy can come around and accept the little guy...

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc crossover #justice league #danny phantom #my prompts #Death Warrant!Au #I've seen fics were Danny Time Travels to fix things #I've also read were he gains amnesia so he accidentally lives in the past until he remembers who he is #Lex Luthor is a bitch with a very slappable bald head that Danny is gonna smack the soul out of #Danny is gonna hook up Jason with therapy from Jazz and cleansing sessions with Frostbite #When Damien is finally born and with Bruce is the day everyone in the League of Assassins is gonna get wiped off the face the fucking Earth #You don't fuck with the abyss because it'll do more than simply look back #Eldritch Mama Bear!Danny #Conner is gonna be spoiled rotten #If Damien is also partially Danny's kid he wont wait and waste the League the second he can grab him #Being the 'Demon's Head' doesn't mean jackshit when the ectoplasm youve been uskng is the equivalent of used toilet water #Bruce Wayne x Danny Fenton x Clark Kent #Clark was worried his many times great grandfather was hitting on him #But Danny told him that he helped save krytpon and found the house kf El so there no blood relation #Due to amnesia inflicted during his time traveling Danny accidently created the embodiments lf Emotion from each Lantern Corps #Danny's first anniversary gift is bringing Bruce and Clark's parents to Earth to spend tkme with them #Bruce is afraid this will be the last time he gets to see them but Danny tells him he and Clark can tag along for Jason's treatment #Alfred is happy for his boy and is happy to see Thomas and Martha #Conner and Clark bonding with Jor-El and Lara Lor-Van about Krypton culture

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