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Family Dinners - dpxdc
"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.
The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.
"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.
"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.
"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."
"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."
Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.
Ancients, that's so weird!
The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.
Wait. Family dinners?
He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.
"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.
"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.
From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.
"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"
"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"
"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."
"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."
The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.
Come on, Danny, recover!
"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."
"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?
"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."
"Costume? What do you mean?"
Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.
"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!
"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.
"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.
His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.
"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.
Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.
"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"
"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"
"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."
"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.
It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.
It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.
Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.
"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."
Once again, the whole table falls into silence.
"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"
"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"
"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."
Danny's grin freezes in place.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."
"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"
Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.
"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.
"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."
An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.
"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.
"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."
"What did happen?"
"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."
"How long in the future was it?"
"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.
Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"
"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."
"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."
"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"
"What?"
"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."
Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.
"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.
"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."
"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"
"Damian, stop—"
"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."
"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."
"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.
"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."
"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."
"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."
"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."
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humans-are-tasty · 23 days
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linolinoing · 2 months
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Happy Valentine's Day from Chris and Pipi ♡
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noxious-fennec · 5 months
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A redraw of an old thing because exam season is the only time i get creative energy ig
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vashstash · 10 months
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Figured I'll join the bandwagon! A splash art for the Simmons' route that I had an honor to make when I was a part of rvbfds project. Hope y'all like it as much as I enjoyed making this piece!
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godbirdart · 5 months
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if there's one [1] thing i will be forever grateful for in the internet era it's the vast variety and availability of pose / anatomy references supplied by photographers and models
i can go online and find PERFECT references for how fat folds crease the skin or how muscles wrap around the body and as someone who habitually draws most of his OCs ~modestly lean~ and wants to hone his skill in other body types, it is literally a godsend to have those refs so readily available
seriously, thank you all models and photographers for providing me the resources i need to expand my art skills i owe u my life
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joyfuladorable · 1 year
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Of Darkness and Light by Bayluff
It was running. It was running from him. Surging forward, he snagged the shadow of his prey, and slowly crawled up, sliding up a leg, up a strangehardback and finally, into the back of the neck.
Mikey suddenly stopped, shuddering, his breath hitching loudly. Leonardo immediately stopped and looked back. "Mikey? Mike what's wrong?" He questioned, concerned his feeling had been right.
"N-Nothing." Michelangelo said after a pause. "I just got real cold for a second." He laughed. "It's gone now."
My angst gremlin heart was appeased by this fic, lol. But also! I was cooing over all the comfort Mikey got while he was having a Bad Time (tm). ALSO, please don't tag this as ship in anyway. That's insta-block behavior.
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Less eye-straining first image ^^
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rebouks · 6 months
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Previous // Next
Oscar: Do you think you can keep the baby a secret for now? It’ll only be for a little while… Robin: In case something bad happens? Oscar: Erh-.. yeah. Robin: Will it? Oscar: Probably not, but you never know. Robin: Will mama be okay though? Oscar: She’ll be fine-.. I’ll keep an eye on her, don’t worry. If Robin knew what a hypocrite was, he might’ve called his father out for telling him not to fret; but he didn’t, so he couldn’t. He stared out of the window listlessly instead, slightly anxious to leave his mother’s presence behind, much like his father. Robin: I don’t like being far away from people either, especially you and mama. Oscar: Is that why you don’t like going to school? Robin paused, that was part of the problem, but it was more painful than anything else. Everyone’s “head-voices” melded together until his brain hurt and he was no longer able to hear himself above the clamour. It was like being surrounded by fifty Jude’s or Juniper’s, all talking at once. Unfortunately, he’d learnt by now that no one else heard those voices, no one else was plagued by thoughts that weren’t theirs to think. You weren’t supposed to feel other people’s emotions as though they were your own, experience their pain or their happiness as strongly as they did, hear their internal monologue, see their memories; it wasn’t normal. You were supposed to be you, and that was it. Maybe he was weird after all. Oscar: We’ll always be there when you get home, you don’t have to worry about us when you’re at school. Robin: But you can’t tell what people are feeling when you’re not there… [Oscar nodded slowly, though Robin could tell his father didn’t quite see where he was coming from. How could he?] Oscar: It’s normal to wonder if people are okay when we’re not around, especially if you love them. Robin: Is it? Oscar: ‘Course! Robin: Oh. Oscar: When you’re used to being around someone a lot, sometimes it’s hard to spend time apart, but you’ll get used to it soon enough. You just have to hope they’ll be okay n’ do your thing without them, y’know? [Robin somewhat understood his father, though it was easier said than done-.. but maybe he was right, maybe it’d get easier over time. Oscar: Next time you’re at school, try and think about home now n’ then, rather than all the time] Oscar: Okay? Robin: I’ll try my bestest. Oscar: That’s all I’ll ever ask of you. Robin returned Oscar’s smile, warmed by the familiar rush of affection that swelled within his father’s heart. His love never wavered, was never tinged with guilt-.. an emotion that emanated strongly from his mother, but that Robin didn’t yet understand, so mistook as something negative. Maybe he’d figure her out over time too, but for now, he much preferred being with his papa.
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writinggremlin · 4 months
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How's about a whumpee who desires pain?
A whumpee who wants to be stressed and panicked and hurt. Everything's been too good for too long, and maybe that frustrates them a little bit.
Why do they feel this way? They don't know. All they do know, is that that risky and/or hurtful scenario is looking quite tempting.
If nobody's going to make them worse, they'll do it themself.
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lineffability · 4 months
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sappy little end of year post to celebrate my own personal lovingly curated corner of fandom that I've been enjoying immensely this year, full of correct opinions, good takes and little drama 😌😌✨
three special shout-outs to very lovely people:
@crowleyholmes chii you're such a ray of sunshine and your lovely tags and enthusiasm were just too fucking contagious, even before I was following you I kept thinking 'how can someone be THIS nice' but then you started talking to me and you ARE, aren't you 💛😌 glad to know you, you're a delight and, dare I say it, a friend
@chernozemm what can I say - I adore you, zemmie, ever since we started talking it feels we've barely stopped, I love bouncing ideas and headcanons and fics and just anything, really, off you, and you definitely know things, and me <3 just genuinely enjoy your vibe a lot, you gorgeous person
@queerfables you were the first person I started talking to in 2023 GO fandom I think, and we've exchanged auch lovely opinions and GO book memories, I love your fandom-familiarity and metas and you-ness ✨
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also just wanted to shout out some people I've simply enjoyed seeing on my dash, following, writing, reading, arting, metaing, talking, commenting, prev-tagging etc etc, you make this fun <3
@opscuritas @plumbum-art @fellshish @foolishlovers @nice-and-accurate-ramblings @fagziraphale @wraithee @ashfae @voluptatiscausa @gaslightgallows @copperplatebeech @sabotage-on-mercury @ineffabildaddy @crawley-fell @crvwly @gingiekittycat @nightingalecottage @azfellandco @goodoldfashionednightingale @wearecrowley @halemerry @books-and-omens @ineffableteeth @luminousslime @lonicera-caprifolium @mrghostrat @grntaire @snek-eyes @fremulon @focusfixated @aduckwithears
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gelphiegifs · 3 months
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Gelphie Femslash February Day 1: Shiz Era
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marclef · 1 month
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💥WARNING!!! WARNING!!! WARNING!!!💥
okay. listen. this is a thing i made for my friend @abbyroseflame24. i'm just gonna say this right now.
this is vore.
if you do not wanna see that, don't click the readmore. i have given you ample warning. this is simply an art thing for a friend, but if you feel like seeing it, go for it dude. just please do not tear me into pieces for this, i warned you.
TW for body horror, vore
some context: Rose (the character in question) left her keys at the pizzeria at night and has broken back in to retrieve them.
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don't say i didn't fuckin' warn you buddy.
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Do you have any hc abt ayda hanging out with gorgug and adaine??
this is actually a really fun concept
I think Adaine and Ayda hang out on their own a lot and talk about divination wizardry because they're the ones who best understand each other. Most often when Fig is on tour, Ayda still uses the direct passage from the library to Mordred to hang out with Adaine and study/talk wizardry. Adaine also uses it to escape when the inhabitants of her house are being too loud/too much.
Much like I think Ayda hangs out with Zelda a lot, I think Ayda spends a decent amount of time with Gorgug, even one on one. I think he is the person she went to about making sure she got the best possible phone (crystal) when she decided to get one (his parents are big into technology, he'd obviously have the best information), and he built her a cell tower with a generator in Compass Points so she has a way of contacting Fig (and any of her Spyre friends) whenever she wants.
I do also think that Gorgug talked to both Ayda and Adaine about learning exactly what it is to have magic, particularly intelligence-based magic. When it comes to actual tinkering, he talks to his parents a lot, but the practical magic uses he goes to the two smartest peers he knows he has. Ayda is a bit apprehensive at first, she did specifically tell him to never study magic, but it's not actually studying if he doesn't open a book, so it's all copacetic.
I also think on occasions that Ayda and Adaine are with all the bad kids and stop in a bookstore or a library and have taken 4 hours and everyone else is like "it is time for dinner we need to leave", Gorgug is the one who can gently guide them away from the books and back to the task at hand. No one else tries, they usually get a spell thrown at them if they do.
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emahriel · 9 months
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here is some fjorn teivel :)
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esmes · 6 months
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if you only knew
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scattered-winter · 1 year
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there's something sooooooo heartbreaking about quests as a narrative piece. you set out on this journey to rescue someone or defeat a great evil and along the way you face hardship and horror and you grieve and fight and love and lose and then when it's all over you come home. everything is the same as when you left, but you're so irrevocably different that you no longer fit in the one place you used to be truly at peace. you're tired from your journey but you find no rest or recovery, only ghosts. and you almost wish for another quest, another dangerous mission, because at least then you know your purpose.
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