#adventures with the parentals

[thewingedwolf]

under a cut bc it’s dumb

but it’s like exactly like the Incident that got me kicked out of the house. i notice the blessed food is still out so i say let’s put it away. i get the tops. i ask my mom which fridge to put it in & she makes a 😬 face so i go look at the fridge to see if i can make space. my stepdad goes “there’s not any room for that in either of my fridges” (always MY fridge MY kitchen MY living room he always has to assert he’s the MAN of the house). okay well the food has to be put away? it’s not cold enough to go outside. so i say “there’s room right here” pointing to a medium sized space that only has cheese & sausage laying on it. he goes “and what are you going to do with the stuff that’s already packed in there?” i say “move it?” so i put it on top of the first platter and what do you know. it fits with room. so i go to put the second one in, it fits easy too. then i go to bug my mom about where the candy is and from the other other room he hollers “well it’s in the bag you just squished in my fridge.” a) not it literally was not, it was upstairs b) the food has to be put away? are we supposed to let the half dozen potatoes, eggs, and cheese just spoil in the open air bc you don’t want to pack the fridge during a holiday, as if the fridge doesn’t Always get packed during the holiday? and c) i didn’t squish anything there was, cannot emphasize it enough, plenty of room in the fridge. i did not respond to him, i looked at my mom, and he proceeded to huff and roll his eyes. why. why is the attitude necessary. why does he have to pick fights over the stupidest shit but when i visibly react to them i’m the problem. i literally didn’t even react to him & he’s being pissy.

[wellensittich01]

Bruce: And if someone comes up to you at school and says ‘hi, I’m one of B’s friends, I’m here to pick you up’ what do you say?

8 year old Dick Grayson: Liar! Bruce doesn’t have any friends!

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Sam committing casual war crimes ❤️

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[garuye]

CaeJose Week 2025 Day 3: Ribbons

Doting dads who spoil their daughter SILLY!!!!

[the-barefoot-hatter]

Leaving a whole lot of questions that don't need to be answered, Stanley!!!

[bluerosefox]

Eldritch Kidnappings

hmmmm a Kon/Danny/Tim idea? Maybe? Depends if anyone wanna ship all three but leaving it open ended (or if Tim is already dating Bernard just make it a Kon/Danny only?). AND a deaged Ellie.

Red Robin and Superboy (the original) were at a JL meeting. It was boring to be honest. Nothing to much was happening besides the normal stuff for all the heroes there. No big crises or world/universe ending danger.

Or at least it was...

Because not soon after a glowing green portal ripped opened and a large eldritch creature stuck its huge head and half of its body out. Every hero there went on high alert and into fighting stances, ready to defend the Watchtower. Once the creature was halfway in the room its eyes snapped opened, glowing near Lazarus Pit green colored but like brighter? neon?, and darted around the room before stopping right on Superboy.

Without warning or words the creature quickly reached out, using at first two arms/hands before more sprang out and swatted away heroes in the room that attacked. It quickly took a hold of Superboy who tired use his strength to get free but found the being stronger than him. Red Robin, in a panic to save his best friend (and crush, shhh maybe) quickly joined in but instead of being swatted away like the others gets snagged by a hand and soon found himself captured as well.

Just as quickly as the creature appeared, it retreated back into the still open portal, dragging the two with and not caring at all of the powers, fists, or shouting being thrown at it.

Then it was gone.

Leaving the JL in a panic.

-x-x-

"-And thats why I need your help! I understand its a lot to ask but please, any help will be welcomed." the eldritch being, or rather Danny Phantom begged as he worriedly glanced at them.

So... It turns out the eldritch being was a young halfa ghost hero named Phantom that needed their help stabilizing his clone/sister/maybe daughter?

She was apparently melting and needed stable DNA when he had rushed her to a ghost doctor and was told. But Danny had no clue how to stabilize a clone and the fruitloop that cloned him the notes were bare bones and frankly terrible. In his desperate need for help Danny had sought out clues/advice from his mentor who basically pointed him to Superboy and Red Robin in his frustrating riddling way.

Superboy's DNA had the stable cloning gene/code they needed. Red Robin was smart enough to help figure out a way to put it Danielle 'Elle' Phantom. (it also helped that he had dabbled into cloning during his... bad year)

So yeah, Danny in his panic to save his clone went full on eldritch monster and opened a portal during their meeting and dragged them to the Far Frozen where Ellie was currently suspended in a ecto healing pod and was now begging for their help, promising them anything if they helped out.

The catch? If they put Superboy's DNA in Ellie she'll de-age to her true age and no longer be a 'pure' clone.

Instead she'll be their (Danny and Conner's) kid.

[technically-human]

A woman, her security guy and the toy that gives the children nightmares.

[sparkoflena]

As somebody who has written Batfamily fanfiction (mostly for myself but I have like two things public), Bruce Wayne's relationship with his kids will always be the hardest part.

Yeah, I could fanon it. But I do try my hardest to be at least vaguely canon-compliant in terms of characterizations/relationships.

BUT the history of Bruce Wayne as a father changes depending on the author you read, which Robin is Robin-ing at the time, and what trauma Bruce happens to be going through. Is he going to be deeply supportive of his kids and attend their events and be both awkward and proud? Is he going to hit his kids? Who knows, certainly not DC writers.

(I'm of the opinion that Bruce Lost-His-Parents-At-A-Young-Age & Adopted-Kids-Like-Him-To-Build-A-Family-He-Didn't-Have-As-A-Child Wayne ABSOLUTELY should be a Good Parent[TM], albeit a bit Overprotective Dad. But there are only a handful of authors who follow this depiction)

[winnie-daze]

He's a single mom I'm so proud

[dunmeshistash]

Adventurer's Bible - Laios & Family

[lazylittledragon]

do you have an in-depth background for Dorian? I loved the comic with his family members, and it made me wonder about his entire life story!! what is his relationship with his siblings!!! why did he start adventuring!!! dorian is not my bg3 character but I love him as a son

he comes from a huge family of wood elf rangers and he was. a handful

also the whole adventuring thing was a complete accident

he was just walking home and got zapped by the nautiloid

[thewingedwolf]

my grandpa finally texted to go sorry i slept all day (he started working in the mornings again when he had been on a night shift for months) and i asked if he felt well rested and he goes “i don’t even know anymore”

[starry-bi-sky]

Danny's used to finding lost kids in Amity.

The ghostly kind, that is. But the human variant happens on occasion too, usually when a too-lax parent takes their eyes off their child for far too long in the park. But he digresses.

It happens more often than he would like. He's not really sure what the family dynamics between ghosts are like in the Zone, he hasn't gotten around to asking about it. Although, it's not like he would be able to anyways — hard to ask questions about something you don't know much about. So far, it all seems kinda... laissez-faire.

Point is: Danny is used to finding lost kids in Amity.

It's since lost its novelty on him. Kids are kids everywhere, dead or alive, human or not. And kids are curious, and portals between the Infinite Realms and the Mortal World are rare in both dimensions. The braver ones will want to explore the things that are new and unknown to them, and they'll do so without any thought of what might happen.

The lost kids Danny finds are, more often than not, just kids who got curious about the portal and got too close to it, and ended up falling through. And in their panic and haste, accidentally fled the lab and got lost in the city.

Like right now.

The noise he makes as he squats to the ground, his knees bracketing his shoulders, is... well, the best way he could describe it is that it kind of sounds like a pigeon coo, or the trill a cat makes when you touch it while it's sleeping. It's as soft and as quiet as he could make it, while still being loud enough to be heard through his mask.

Ghostspeak is not a language that you can learn... technically speaking. That's because the majority of Ghostspeak relies heavily on core vibrations, of which Danny and other humans don't have. The verbal components that Ghostspeak does have also aren't done with the human vocal chords in mind, so most of the sounds Danny can't make.

...Except for a few.

The little noise he makes whips through the tunnel both him and the kid are in. The boy's terrified sniffling abruptly stops, if only because it's cut off by a teeny, startled gasp, and him snapping his head up at the sound.

Danny, crouched reminiscently like a frog, and a solid six feet away, tilts his head just slightly. He hunches his shoulders in and dips a little closer to the ground — it feels a bit awkward on his back, but he's found that moving unnervingly, even if it has to be animalistic, tends to help a lot in situations like these.

Lots of ghosts thrive off being weird and off-putting and inhuman; acting like one usually gets a lost ghost to calm down faster than if he didn't.

He can't parse how old the boy is — physically, he looks about eight, but he could always be older — but he can see shimmering, blue tear tracks streaking down his face. There's a snake-like seam stretching from both corners of his mouth and connecting up to his jaw, and little patches of scales around his yellow-eyes.

The boy's eyes go wide at the sight of him, before his pupils abruptly shrink into needles. The temperature plummets and the boy's mouth peels back to reveal two curved, deadly-looking fangs, and a perfunctory hiss comes out of his mouth.

"Go away!"

Danny does not go away, goosebumps rake down his arms and spine, and he cranes his neck until he hears it pop. The ringing in his ears subside, he braces and reaches back— "Ḩ̶̢̤͉̜̔̕- H̶̩́͋e̶̘̋̅̈̀ļ̵͎͉̑̒̚p̵͙̫͉̏."

He can't help the soft grunt that escapes him after, swaggling his head left and right like a lion shaking out its mane. His mask hides his grimace — he generates enough of his own ectoplasm to understand Ghostspeak and to have a few intrinsic abilities of his own, but compared to an actual ghost, it's minuscule.

It's like trying to speak in a register lower than your throat can handle; on a technical level he can in some aspects, but it still hurts to do. It's one of the few actual words he knows how to say, most are just sounds. Rumbles and trills and purrs that he's somewhat perfected.

The boy's face scrunches up, he shrinks a little away from Danny, looking both equally wary and judgmental. Which.. yeah, fair. That's the usual response. The boy croaks: "What?"

Danny tilts slightly forward — only enough to shift from a crouch to a partial kneel. He points at the boy, and then slowly draws his finger back to point at himself. "H̶̩́͋e̶̘̋̅̈̀ļ̵͎͉̑̒̚p̵͙̫͉̏," He repeats, throat straining, "ḩ̴̲̘̺͗͂ě̵̳̼̝̀̎͠͝l̶̬͈͍̳͂̓͆p̷̢̡̧̛̩̟̆̅͐͘."

He reaches back and tries to flare what little ecto-signature he has, and follows up with a low-rumbling noise he knows for certain means 'safecomfortsafe'.

Danny points to the exit of the tunnel: "H̵̼̹͎̊̏́͑̂͘͜ǫ̴̠̺̜̞́̕͜m̵̪̋e̸̢̞͔̞̺͛̽."

That seems to catch the boy's attention, his head perks up and his folded, pointed ears flap slightly. Unsteadily, his knees draw away from his chest, some of his distrust melting away like frost under the sun. "You- you know where home is?"

Danny can't say the word 'yes', its out of his range and his capabilities. But he knows how to mimic the sound of 'pleased', so he presses his cheek to the ground — ignoring the unpleasant clack it makes as mask thunks against concrete — and nods, replicating the trill.

The boy looks hopeful, a crack in the ice, before suddenly remembering to be wary. He shrivels back again, his brows furrowing and eyes narrow. "Who are you?"

"H̷͇͚̹͝e̶͉͑͗͒̂͝ĺ̸̡͇̟̅p̸̰̕." Danny repeats, because he doesn't know how to say "Phantom" in ghostspeak, and not every ghost knows English — Wulf is the first to come to mind in that regard. He points again to the exit: "H̵͈͉̖̳͚̾̀͐̄̀ö̶͖͑̄͝ḿ̷̨̭̬͋͆̃́e̵̺͑."

"Is that all you know how to say?" The boy asks, (more like demands) "Help and home?"

Danny nods again, he sits back up and slowly crawls back outwards from the tunnel, gesturing for the boy to follow. "H̴̤̊o̶̢̳̻͓̿m̵̘̘̀e̸̡̝̼̓̉," is all he says, "H̴̤̊o̶̢̳̻͓̿m̵̘̘̀e̸̡̝̼̓̉."

He only crawls back a few steps before stopping — he's not actually going to leave until he's certain the kid was going to follow him. And so far he wasn't moving, yet.

They stare at each other for a few long seconds, Danny watching expectantly. Emotions run rapid and rabbit across the kid's face, flickering between uncertainty and consideration. After a few minutes, victoriously, the boy drops his legs and begins to follow.

Danny rewards him with a very pleased trill. Perhaps some of his joy bleeds through his signature— the lines in the boy's face disappear for a moment as a little giggle escapes him.

"What are you?" The boy asks him once they're closer to the entrance, Danny holds his arm out to prevent the boy from walking out, and then peers out of the tunnel for stragglers. It's the middle of the night in Amity Park, but you never really know. "You don't feel like a ghost."

Ah, well. Danny glances at the boy, how does he explain liminality to someone who might not grasp the concept, and might not even know English? He barely understands himself what he is.

Danny shrugs, and points to himself, "H̷e̵l̷p̴."

[lilybug-02]

He's gotta zoom!

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[gothamite-rambler]

Jon Kent, having reverted to his younger age upon returning to his world, experienced a relatively normal life for a superhero and the son of Superman and ace reporter Lois Lane. Now at 17, having aged normally, he relished his childhood, with loving and understanding parents by his side.

So why was it so difficult to share this secret with them? He decided to start with his best friend. Someone as painfully honest as Damian would be a good test run.

Jon: I… I like boys.

Damian (expressionless): Mm.

Jon: But I also like girls… I could date either.

Damian (flatly): Mm-hm, that’s usually how bisexuality works. I know like four bi people… That kicks ass.

Jon (suspicious): And?

Damian: Hm? Oh, I'm still straight, so don’t attempt to ask me out. Mostly because you’re not my type.

Jon (playfully shoving Damian): That’s not— I’m not your type? Rude! Plus, you're not much of a prize yourself.

Damian (crossing his arms, sincere): I get that you’re offended, Jon, but there’s no need to lie. Now, to be more focused on this—thank you for feeling comfortable enough to tell me. The issue is you seemed concerned I’d react negatively. I’m not judging you or anything. Drake and Brown are bi, my sister is gay, Dick is… I’m not sure, but he’s not straight, and I’m positive my step-mom is bi. You get where I'm going with this?

Jon nodded, letting out a soft chuckle and covering his blushing face.

Damian: Jon, if I’m guessing right, you’re practicing with me to prepare for when you tell your parents, right?

Jon: Yeah, I’ve been trying to find the right words, way, setting... To tell them. I hate that this is so nerve wracking! I want to not be worried, but is there an easy way to come out?

Tim Drake had been listening to their conversation while in the cave. He walked past the two young men.

Tim: Nope.

Jon (to Damian): Konnor is gay, and Dad welcomed him with open arms, but what if he doesn’t do the same for me?

Tim (still walking past, drinking boba tea): Doubt he’d turn homophobic with you. He was even chill when he found out Konnor and I used to date.

Jon (to Damian): That’s true. But what about my mom? She’s a Pulitzer-winning journalist, and I’ve heard horror stories of kids who tell their parents 'hey I'm gay' or 'you know that friend of mine? He's my boyfriend!' … I’m nervous.

Tim (standing behind Damian): It’s okay to be nervous. It’s okay to worry about how they’ll react. But if you avoid telling them, it’s only going to make things stressful for all of you, and you don’t want that. They don’t want that for you. They will love you regardless. I should know, I used a pie metaphor when coming out to Bruce.

Damian: What he said.

Jon: You’re right, Damian and Tim! I just have to rip off the Band-Aid.

Damian (stepping in front of Tim): Yep, I was right. Drake basically said what I was going to say.

Tim rolled his eyes but remained silent.

Jon: Now how do I make it not awkward?

Tim: Oh, it’s going to be awkward. That’s unavoidable. Jon, you can do this, and if, for some reason, they turn into assholes, call me.

Jon: Yeah, I figured as much. Thanks, Tim. I’m going to head home and write some stuff down, just in case.

Jon left the Batcave, and Damian quickly covered Tim’s mouth before he could speak.

Damian (stealing Tim's line): That’s good thinking, and you’re welcome! I’m the best at giving blunt advice.

Tim: Oh sure, from the kid who said Stephanie wasn’t good at relationship advice because she’s too female.

Damian: I had a concussion!

This is part of my supersons fanfics. I love writing these and Jon was reverted back to his normal age so him being 17 here is him having actually normally aged to 17... Again. Damian is 20 and Tim is... Like 25. I'm so sick of these 17 y.o. rumors! Lol.

Tim's pie metaphor

[gemgdynamxght]

Headcannon - When Arthur was a kid he used to sneak into Uther’s room to steal shirts and wear them as nightwear.

He thought that a piece of clothing he wore to sleep, that smelled slightly like his father, is what a hug from Uther would feel like.

He never really found out if that was true because he had never experienced a real hug from the King.

Maybe, when he’s older and Arthur and Merlin are friends, but have obliviously feelings for each other, he steals Merlin’s neckerchief somehow. He doesn’t think or know to ask Merlin for a hug because he subconsciously thinks he’ll be rejected instantly.

So instead, he steals Merlin’s neckerchief and hides it under his pillow until night and while he’s sleeping he kind of just holds close it next to him.