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IM BACK

Damien rushes towards the two after breaking past Dick and Tim’s defense. He looks back at his mother and father not trying as hard as to not look back in front of Danyal.

“Danyal!” Damien shouts as trying to get to him.

Danny freezes and hides into Jason. Lifting the side of his jacket to hide into. Trying to make himself as small as possible. Out of instinct Jason hold him tightly.

“Jazzy…” Danny whispers the same way he used to in that house whenever he needed someone to fight for him. When he needed to be protected. Jason catches it. But is too occupied with ensuring Damien doesn’t get too close.

“Danny tell me about the ursa constellation will you?.” Jason says softly as to ground him

“Ursa Major is a bear. The reason why the constellation is named that is because the Greeks were the ones to name it. While it was translated into Latin and that’s the name we use now. The Greek version of it was based on a myth of Zeus cheating on Hera and Hera was so jealous that she turned her into a bear. Her son was gonna murder his mother as a bear so Zeus turned him into a bear as well. And then flung them into the sky by their tails. That’s why their tails are long.” Danny rambles softly while picking his nails

Jason pull his hands away from Damien to gentle stop Danny from his pain stimming.

“Sorry.” Danny says softly while leaning into Jason

“I know baby. I know.” Jason says softly while kissing the top of his head. “But you don’t have to be.”

“Todd.” Damien says snapping Jason’s attention away from Danny

“What demon brat?” Jason asks

“Give me my brother back.” Damien demands sharply

“He is my brother first.” Jason snaps making his eyes take on a hit on green.

“Jason!” Dick yells running towards Jason.

He intended on being helpful. But it was the opposite as Jason’s eyes went Lazarus green.

Jason stands up abruptly. Shoving Danny behind himself as to protect him. Danny does nothing to stop it. He lets himself sink into Jason’s back.

“Back away!” Talia yells while rushing towards Danny. She didn’t make it far as Bruce stopped her.

“Get your hands off of me!” Talia snaps.

“He’s trying to protect Danyal. And he sees us as threats. Charging at them will make him run with Danyal.” Bruce says sternly. “We need to comfort Danyal for Jason to stand down.”

“Danyal!” Tim says loudly to get his attention

Danny jumps at his name. He tries to hide himself again.

“So it’s safe to say he hates his name.” Tim says matter of a factly. “What did Jason call him? It seemed to calm him.”

“Danny.” Dick says softly. Danny pokes his head out slightly.

And I’m out! Bye bye

A DC X DP IDEA #47

I would turn back time just to see you again

Imagine dis…

I just needed to clean my drafts and this one is a bit overdue. Also I think I saw a post similar to this one and I cant find them anymore so either way kudos to them cause their post inspired me to make one of my own.

…..

Danny Phantom, now Danyal al Ghul, had found himself hurled into the past. Panic clawed at him. He didn’t need to guess, he already knew something had happened to Clockwork, his mentor, his protector, the Ancient of Time himself. A disturbance in the Infinite Realms had yanked him forcibly back into his younger body, leaving only his soul intact and including the full weight of bearing the title the Ancient of Space.

And he had landed here.

In Nanda Parbat.

In the very place where his life had ended the first time.

But Danyal was not without resources. He had memories. He had the power. And most importantly, he had training. He understood he couldn't act suspicious not here, surrounded by League members who could smell weakness.

So he slipped into his former role.

He became the perfect illusion of young Danyal, the former him, the wide-eyed, devoted son who adored his mother and idolized his older twin, Damian.

Every smile, every soft word during the rare times where only he and Damian are together, every clumsy move was calculated, down to the tremble in his voice and the slight hesitations in his steps. His every expression was carefully crafted to mimic innocence.

As much innocence he was allowed within this halls.

Danyal was acting, and he was doing it so well that even Talia and Damian, the supposed two people who knew him best, never questioned him.

Not at first.

He trained in secret, pushing his ghostly powers to the edge while outwardly struggling with swordplay in which Damian mastered months ago. He let it show in his own body language on how confused he is during strategy meetings, deferential during training sessions. He laughed and cried. Anything to keep suspicion off his true nature.

He will avoid the Fentons at this time around at all costs. As much he adored Jazz and Dani he wouldn’t want to feel his own organs rearranging itself and beating outside of his own body for the second time.

But he will wait, wait for the fateful day where Ra would only need one heir. The day where Danyal Al Ghul could never grip his sword right as to follow the order to fight by the Demon Head.

The day Damian had killed him without so much as a second thought always vying for the rightful title as the heir.

But something went wrong.

A week into his second life, Danyal watched with growing horror as events began to diverge from the past he remembered. Talia and Damian that was once Ra’s al Ghul’s most loyal heirs, had killed Ra’s themselves. The man who had cast his shadow over their entire lives was gone, and now both mother and twin looked at Danyal with sharp, unsettling intensity.

Family dinners became mandatory, silent meetings took place behind locked doors, and Danyal could feel the weight of their stares lingering on him longer than ever before.

He clung to his mask of naivety, knowing any slip might reveal the powerful being hidden beneath the skin of a boy.

He almost convinced himself that he could handle it—that he could steer this altered fate back on course.

That deep down Damian still wanted to be the only one. The one true heir.

Until a horde of colorfully dressed vigilantes stormed Nanda Parbat’s gates.

As Danyal al Ghul, he had to respond.

Katana in hand, neutral expression plastered on his face, he sprinted toward the throne room. He braced himself for bloodshed, for the clash of steel.

Instead, he heard shouting.

Bursting through the doors, he found not assassins or invaders—but Gotham's vigilante elite: Nightwing, Batman, Red Hood, Red Robin. Only Robin was absent. They stood frozen, as pale as specters, staring at him.

At the boy with Damian's face—and crystal blue eyes.

….

Six Years in the Future:

The Batfamily had been losing a brutal war against Eclipso—the personification of God’s wrath, possessing Ra’s al Ghul’s body, corrupted by endless dips in the Lazarus Pit. Eclipso had shattered mountains, unleashed floods, brought devastation with the power of a fallen god.

Just as he delivered what should have been a killing blow to the broken Batfamily—

They woke up.

In the past.

Dick was back in Blüdhaven. Tim was Robin again. Jason was a newly minted Red Hood. Bruce was a broken man, still mourning Jason.

Memories intact, instincts sharper than ever, they knew where to go: Nanda Parbat.

They expected to find Ra’s. They expected to find Damian.

They did not expect Ra’s to already be dead, his ashes scattered to the wind.

They did not expect Talia to step from the shadows and confess she had killed him herself, striking before Eclipso could even thought of possessing the former Demon Head.

They did not expect Talia relinquish her own hold to Damian. Talia as though pushed him towards them.

And they certainly did not expect Damian go wide eyed in surprise and then anger and be so so insistent to stay here.

The argument between Talia and Damian was vicious, each screaming accusations and betrayals at the other—until a boy, a stranger, entered.

A boy who looked like Damian.

But whose eyes blazed bright, glacial blue.

The room fell into stunned silence.

Danyal al Ghul.

A son Bruce had never known. A brother Damian had killed in the first timeline. A secret Talia had buried deep within her heart.

To Damian, Danyal was the brother who had loved him without hesitation—whom he had destroyed in cold ambition.

To Talia, Danyal was her true heir—the one she had nurtured, protected, loved beyond measure.

To the family of vigilantes, Danyal was a son/ brother that they didn’t know about, and didn’t get to mourn about.

And now, faced with a second chance, neither Talia nor Damian would let the Batfamily take him away so easily.

Because no matter how much Bruce or his sons demanded— Talia would rather die than lose Danyal again.

And this time, Danyal wasn’t a helpless boy.

This time, he had secrets of his own.

…..

PS: If someone out there wants to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.

PS: This is shorter than i thought it would be....

[daytimeaia]

I FOUND THE OP. it was reposted on tiktok without the name. But I wanted to find it to add onto it.

Danyal stands there with his katana. Slightly lopsided as confusion fully takes him over. So much so that he didn’t even notice his mother rush over to him. Using her body as a shield to stop others vision.

“Mother?” Danny tries to say in the most innocent sounding voice. Recreating the shivering sound in his voice that Danyal used to make whenever he talked.

“Nothing my Star. Let’s leave now.” Talia says causing everyone including Danny to burst into confusion and protests

“But Dami” Danny says in his most Danyal voice

“Will be training with the others in the room. You and me will live the life you want. No one will be taking you from me my Star.” Talia says in the most protective and obsessive manner possible

“Mother!” Damien protests

“Talia!” Bruce shouts

The two begin to walk closer to Talia. Without warning they begin to yell at each other.

Jason sees the real fear that Danny feels. The way he tenses up the second the room got too loud. The way he almost dropped his weapon to cover his ears. The way he looks two seconds away from falling into a ball. He walks over to Danny. Without anyone noticing as they are too occupied with the fighting.

They only notice when Jason is next to Danny. The fear and panic Talia has in her eyes seeing Jason so close to her baby made it worth it to Jason. The envy Bruce has in his eyes seeing Jason so close to the son he never met made it worth it to Jason. It made getting slashed by the baby worth it.

It still hurt though. Not the slash. The slash barely penetrated into his armor. What hurt was seeing his new baby brother with teary eyes look up at him.

“I-I” Danny, Danyal said. Making it known to himself that they aren’t as different as he really thought as he shakes the way Danyal would, as Danny would do during the few times Maddie yelled.

Jason takes Danny’s weapon from his hands and lays it down. He ignores the protests from the two Al Ghuls. He then ignores the way Dick and Tim have to hold all three back. He ignores them all to be able to hold his baby brother. To be able to carry him in his arms. To be able to sit on the grimy floor with his brother in his arms and lap. To be able to hold his brother while sobs shake him. To be able to comb his hair with his fingers.

“I’m sorry Jason I didn’t mean to.. you know that right? Please tell me you know that.” Danny sobs out while grasping at him.

“I know. I know. I’m just glad that I didn’t make up a tiny brother with a heart of gold.” Jason says softly not letting Danny go.

“I’m so glad the kid who gave me his snacks and all his stories wasn’t in my mind. I was devastated when Damien told us he was an only child and the only kid in the league. It meant my mind was shattered. Making up a boy to help me. To tell me about greek myths and his love for space. It meant that I took books back for a kid that didn’t exist. It meant I was crazy.” Jason says softly while petting Danny softly and swaying him back and forth.

“Jay.” Dick says softly but he was ultimately ignored when Danny tries to hide himself into Jason grasp.

And I am out of ideas so I might continue when I get something else. I might not. Who knows. Cause I definitely don’t.

A DC X DP IDEA #47

I would turn back time just to see you again

Imagine dis…

I just needed to clean my drafts and this one is a bit overdue. Also I think I saw a post similar to this one and I cant find them anymore so either way kudos to them cause their post inspired me to make one of my own.

…..

Danny Phantom, now Danyal al Ghul, had found himself hurled into the past. Panic clawed at him. He didn’t need to guess, he already knew something had happened to Clockwork, his mentor, his protector, the Ancient of Time himself. A disturbance in the Infinite Realms had yanked him forcibly back into his younger body, leaving only his soul intact and including the full weight of bearing the title the Ancient of Space.

And he had landed here.

In Nanda Parbat.

In the very place where his life had ended the first time.

But Danyal was not without resources. He had memories. He had the power. And most importantly, he had training. He understood he couldn't act suspicious not here, surrounded by League members who could smell weakness.

So he slipped into his former role.

He became the perfect illusion of young Danyal, the former him, the wide-eyed, devoted son who adored his mother and idolized his older twin, Damian.

Every smile, every soft word during the rare times where only he and Damian are together, every clumsy move was calculated, down to the tremble in his voice and the slight hesitations in his steps. His every expression was carefully crafted to mimic innocence.

As much innocence he was allowed within this halls.

Danyal was acting, and he was doing it so well that even Talia and Damian, the supposed two people who knew him best, never questioned him.

Not at first.

He trained in secret, pushing his ghostly powers to the edge while outwardly struggling with swordplay in which Damian mastered months ago. He let it show in his own body language on how confused he is during strategy meetings, deferential during training sessions. He laughed and cried. Anything to keep suspicion off his true nature.

He will avoid the Fentons at this time around at all costs. As much he adored Jazz and Dani he wouldn’t want to feel his own organs rearranging itself and beating outside of his own body for the second time.

But he will wait, wait for the fateful day where Ra would only need one heir. The day where Danyal Al Ghul could never grip his sword right as to follow the order to fight by the Demon Head.

The day Damian had killed him without so much as a second thought always vying for the rightful title as the heir.

But something went wrong.

A week into his second life, Danyal watched with growing horror as events began to diverge from the past he remembered. Talia and Damian that was once Ra’s al Ghul’s most loyal heirs, had killed Ra’s themselves. The man who had cast his shadow over their entire lives was gone, and now both mother and twin looked at Danyal with sharp, unsettling intensity.

Family dinners became mandatory, silent meetings took place behind locked doors, and Danyal could feel the weight of their stares lingering on him longer than ever before.

He clung to his mask of naivety, knowing any slip might reveal the powerful being hidden beneath the skin of a boy.

He almost convinced himself that he could handle it—that he could steer this altered fate back on course.

That deep down Damian still wanted to be the only one. The one true heir.

Until a horde of colorfully dressed vigilantes stormed Nanda Parbat’s gates.

As Danyal al Ghul, he had to respond.

Katana in hand, neutral expression plastered on his face, he sprinted toward the throne room. He braced himself for bloodshed, for the clash of steel.

Instead, he heard shouting.

Bursting through the doors, he found not assassins or invaders—but Gotham's vigilante elite: Nightwing, Batman, Red Hood, Red Robin. Only Robin was absent. They stood frozen, as pale as specters, staring at him.

At the boy with Damian's face—and crystal blue eyes.

….

Six Years in the Future:

The Batfamily had been losing a brutal war against Eclipso—the personification of God’s wrath, possessing Ra’s al Ghul’s body, corrupted by endless dips in the Lazarus Pit. Eclipso had shattered mountains, unleashed floods, brought devastation with the power of a fallen god.

Just as he delivered what should have been a killing blow to the broken Batfamily—

They woke up.

In the past.

Dick was back in Blüdhaven. Tim was Robin again. Jason was a newly minted Red Hood. Bruce was a broken man, still mourning Jason.

Memories intact, instincts sharper than ever, they knew where to go: Nanda Parbat.

They expected to find Ra’s. They expected to find Damian.

They did not expect Ra’s to already be dead, his ashes scattered to the wind.

They did not expect Talia to step from the shadows and confess she had killed him herself, striking before Eclipso could even thought of possessing the former Demon Head.

They did not expect Talia relinquish her own hold to Damian. Talia as though pushed him towards them.

And they certainly did not expect Damian go wide eyed in surprise and then anger and be so so insistent to stay here.

The argument between Talia and Damian was vicious, each screaming accusations and betrayals at the other—until a boy, a stranger, entered.

A boy who looked like Damian.

But whose eyes blazed bright, glacial blue.

The room fell into stunned silence.

Danyal al Ghul.

A son Bruce had never known. A brother Damian had killed in the first timeline. A secret Talia had buried deep within her heart.

To Damian, Danyal was the brother who had loved him without hesitation—whom he had destroyed in cold ambition.

To Talia, Danyal was her true heir—the one she had nurtured, protected, loved beyond measure.

To the family of vigilantes, Danyal was a son/ brother that they didn’t know about, and didn’t get to mourn about.

And now, faced with a second chance, neither Talia nor Damian would let the Batfamily take him away so easily.

Because no matter how much Bruce or his sons demanded— Talia would rather die than lose Danyal again.

And this time, Danyal wasn’t a helpless boy.

This time, he had secrets of his own.

…..

PS: If someone out there wants to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.

PS: This is shorter than i thought it would be....

[daytimeaia]

I am spoiling the live action Lilo & Stitch. And I am doing it up front and plainly.

Do not fucking see this movie. Do not waste your money on this. Period.

They made Nani give Lilo up to the American government. They made Nani LEAVE Hawaii and pursue being a marine biologist. They made a native Hawaiian character give up her sibling to pursue a dream that she originally did not have. This is imperialist propaganda at its FINEST.

The original fucking movie is about family staying together. It's about indigenous people being able to stay with each other and stay in their home and be together! That's the whole fucking point! Nani is Lilo's last living relative on her homeland—it is jarring, it is disgusting and disturbing that Nani would not only leave her last blood relative alone, give her up to the very government that is harming native Hawaiians TODAY, but also travel to the "mainland" for her dream!

Not to mention, Nani's actress isn't fucking Hawaiian. She's much paler in photos and real life. They fucking darkened her for this movie.

Don't even get me started on the transgender subtext of Pleakley's "human" disguise from the original movie being completely erased in favor of him being played by a regular ass white man. Jumba doesn't have his accent, they made him more villainous, and his "human" disguise is a non-fat white man—which part of his original joke, I know, is that he was bigger and was more clumsy in the movie because of his size, but to have the main shape of his character completely removed is also fucking weird.

This live action movie is a desecration to the original. I encourage you to not see it, please. Don't give Disney any of your money on this one. Just watch the original. Please just watch the original.

The new message in the live action movie is disturbing and gross.

This is one of the most disrespectful live actions I've seen and heard of. I implore you to not watch it.

[daytimeaia]

sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

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Reblog daily for health and prosperity

[daytimeaia]

the grief of growing

[daytimeaia]

I NEED EKKO FROM SEASON TWO EPISODE SEVEN TO MEET JINX FROM THE ORIGINAL UNIVERSE!!!!!!

So…. I’m gonna make it

~~~

Ekko rubs his eyes as he recovers from the fall onto his ass. The explosion that Powder created while making the machine. The machine what he still has no idea what it is or how it does it. Or where she got the blueprints to make it.

He gets up getting his standing.

“Pow what did you do?” He asks as he looks up at the blue headed girl.

Upon further examination of his blue headed girlfriend he notices that she is wearing a crop top showing her midriff also allowing him to see more cloud tattoos along her side than what was originally there. Her hair put into two braids. Two braids that are extremely longer than two seconds ago.

He reaches towards her. Towards her side to graze the ‘new’ tattoos. Only to get stoped by her hand.

“It’s jinx, boy savior. I thought we finally got that over with.” She said

“Powder. Jinx. Whatever. What happened?” Ekko says softly using his other hand to reach out to her face. As he makes contact he cups her face. He breaks free from her grasp to cup her face with both hands.

Her eyes soften at him slightly.

“There’s my girlfriend.” Ekko says with a kiss to her temple.

This surprises the blue haired girl in his hold.

“I know we aren’t dating technically and you hate labels and shit. But you’re still my girlfriend.” Ekko says calmly

She huff out of her nose slightly. He looks down at her. More than he had to before he now realizes. He takes in the lack of smile lines.

“What happened to your smile lines? Where did my little lady go?” He asks softly

“She’s gone Ekko.” She replies solemnly

“She’ll come back. I still see her. I still see a glimpse of my little lady.” He says with a smile kissing her eyebrow cresses.

“You aren’t my Ekko. Are you?” She asks disappointedly

“No I’m not.” Picks her chin up. “Don’t be sad pow pow. Please don’t be sad.”

“My Ekko would never be this soft with me. I think he’s scared of me.” She says trying to pull away

“I could never.” He say holding her closer

~~~

Idk what I’m doing so…. Yeah :)

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Jinx is blabbering about something. Something that neither Ekko or Vi can understand her while she’s underneath the car to fix it up.

“I need you to speak up PowPow!” Yells Vi. Isha covers her ears even though she has her headphones on. Ekko snorts out a response at Isha’s antics.

“Isha honey… you know you can barely hear her.” Ekko says. Isha just blows a raspberry at him.

“You two hurry up and get me the wrench!” Jinx yells exasperated while pushing herself out of from under the car. “I need to get this car up and running fast.”

“We couldn’t understand you PowPow.” Vi says walking to her

“Boy Savior, be a savior and SAVE ME!” Jinx yells as she gets tackled by Vi. Vi lays comfortably on top of her.

Isha giggles happily at their antics. Ekko walks over to them. Laying his body on them both. Jinx yells in frustration.

“Isha. Come help me!” Jinx asks borderline pleading. Isha nod frantically as she runs to pull Ekko off of them. In response Ekko lays all his body weight down.

~A few minutes of struggle later~

Isha kicks both Ekko and Vi and pouts on the floor. Ekko gets off of Vi to pick up Isha. “How about we get some ice cream while Vi helps your mom out.”

Isha lights up and nods eagerly.

“TRAITORS!” Jinx yells out as Ekko leaves with Isha in hand.

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Jinx holds a baby in her arms. Rocking her side to side. She kisses temple of the baby. She is exhausted. Trying to calm to newly born baby.

Ekko knocks on the door then entering the room. Making the knock just a curtirse not a question. Isha follows him from behind.

“Isha, honey. Meet your little sister.” Jinx says softly after finally calming the baby in her swaddle.

Isha looks at Ekko. Ekko nods and picks her up and sits her carefully next to Jinx. She peaks over at the baby in her mama’s arms. Looking up at her mama then the baby.

“What’s her name mama?” Isha asks while Jinx looks at Ekko.

“I named the first one boy savior. Your turn.” Jinx says with a smile.

“Ivy. Yeah, Ivy. Beautiful just like the hanging ivy in our yard.” Ekko says softly while kissing the baby’s forehead. Getting a wiggle from Ivy.

“Ivy.. four in Roman numerals. Vi backwards. Perfect.” Jinx says while holding Ivy closer. Isha lays next to Jinx. Ekko moves around to sit on Jinx’s other side. He holds his world in his arms. Pulling jinx closer to him as she has tears in her eyes. He pulls Isha closer. Close enough to kiss the top of her head. Taking Ivy from Jinx so he can cradle her softly.

(You can thank a tiktok for this idea)

[daytimeaia]

'i should draw' 'i should paint' 'i should write fic' 'i should read' 'i should embroider' 'i shou-

*stares at a wall for 8 hours*

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Fire blazes in the pit. Isha is giggling around the campfire. Running around to grab marshmallows from everyone’s bag. The only bags that have been kept untouched were Jinx’s (Mama!) bag meaning the bag that she took from Ekko (Papa!) and Silco (Granpa!).

Silco picks up and laughing Isha as she stuffed a few marshmallows into her mouth. “Those aren’t from your mama’s bag huh?” Silco says patting Isha’s head.

Isha shakes her head as she tries to finish the marshmallows in her mouth.

“Isha?” Jinx calls out after the kid.

Silco then notices the bag that used to my Jinx’s bag of marshmallows. Now filled to the brim with more. As he looks around the campfire he notices that every bag of marshmallows is less filled than before. Especially Viktor’s bag. It was once filled with marshmallows but is now empty. He was eating Jayce’s marshmallows as pay back for dragging him along to the campfire with everyone.

“Go to your mama.” Silco says as he lets Isha down to run to Jinx who is laying her head on Ekko’s shoulder. She runs away smiling and waving at him. Once she has reached her parents she nestles between them happily munching on marshmallows.

Jinx hold her close into a hug. She lets go slightly to tug Ekko’s arm to wrap more around her. Once Jinx is comfortable with the tightness of his arm around her she goes back to holding Isha close.

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Isha runs around giggling as her dog that she has bestowed the name of doggy boo-boo. Ekko and Jinx have been working on her speech. Ever since Isha went to them expressing that she wanted to speak the way they do. She may speak like a toddler at the age of 10 but, it doesn’t seem to bother either Ekko or Jinx. Jinx finds it adorable especially when the 10 year old just blew something up and rushes to her to tell her about it.

Doggy boo-boo has successfully managed to tackle a giggling Isha. Ekko is not far behind them. Ensuing that neither don’t get majorly hurt.

“Down prince.” Ekko says sternly. Getting a pout and grumble from Isha.

“No! Doggy boo-boo!” Isha exasperated as she clutches the dog in a death grip. “Papa! Name doggy boo-boo!”

“Sorry princess.” Ekko says picking up Isha my her sides. He sits her on his hip and walks over to the sofa. Isha lays her head on him while wrapping herself around him. “But your mama likes prince more than doggy boo-boo.”

Isha gasps at the response. Picking her head up to look at him.

“I know the horror!” Ekko smiles at the kids expression. Resulting in him pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

“Slander!” Jinx yells across the archway from the kitchen.

“Mama!” Isha yells while squirming out of Ekko’s hold. Ekko put her down to run towards Jinx.

“Your papa is a dirty liar. I love the name doggy boo-boo, princess.” Jinx says picking up Isha to put a kiss on her temple.

Ekko walks to the two. Wrapping his arms around Jinx’s waist to pull her close. Laughing into her neck.

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Danny: Ugh, they're back again

Jazz: Don't make that face at paying customers. Do you want to make a portal back home?

Danny rolling his eyes: Yes

Jazz: Then we need to get enough money to buy the parts. If that means waiting tables at a barely legal dinner, where idiots hit on us, then we wait those stupid tables. Now go over there and get the Waynes to leave us a 200 tip.

Danny: Fine, but only if you do too!

Jazz: *Tighten her apron straps into an hourglass figure* Way ahead of you.

Danny: *Rolling eyes but does the same*

Meanwhile with the Waynes

Bruce: It's so nice to go out to eat with you all

Alfred: Indeed. It's a nice change, don't you agree, children?

Wayne kids: *hyperventilating*

Bruce Not looking up from his phone: The Fenton siblings?

Alfred: Indeed, sir. It seems like Master Dick, Master Jason, and Miss Cass are going to attempt to speak to Ms. Fenton today. Master Tim, Master Damian, Master Duke, and Miss Steph don't seem mentally ready to look Mister Fenton in the eye. Bets?

Bruce: Dick chokes on his fork again. Tim face plants on the table, and Steph once again speaks in gibberish after forgetting the entire English language.

Alfred: Very good, sir.

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Jinx find herself surrounded by warmth. Warmth like none other that she has experienced before. As she slowly opens her eyes something white catches her eyes. Specially white hair. Knowing that her scribbles are never Ekko she isn’t filled with the fear that comes with her hallucinations. She is instead comforted that Ekko is here. With her.

As she lets her eyes drift away from the boy on top of her she looks around. Knowing that wherever they are is far too peaceful to be Zaun. Fearing that she may be dreaming, Jinx moves around Ekko to try and pinch herself. It doesn’t work though all things considered that Ekko moves around. Pinning her arms down.

As she struggles slightly to try and figure out if this is a dream. A thought hits her. Does she really want to know? Does she want to break this peaceful silence she has going? Or does she want to wake up back in Zaun? Against the little better judgement that she has left she stops trying to fight Ekko. After she stops fighting it Ekko lets up. Letting Jinx have free will of her arms.

She begins to hum to herself. Letting her fingers fiddle with his hair. She can hear a soft groan coming from him as she begins to massage his scalp. Just like he used to whenever he has braids in while they were kids. Jinx giggles softly to herself remembering how much Ekko would complain about his scalp hurting after someone put his hair into braids. He used to beg Jinx to massage his head to make it feel better.

Ekko slowly wakes up. He looks up at Jinx with a soft smile. A soft dopey smile is plastered on his face. “Good morning little lady.” Ekko says with a tinge of tease to it.

“Morning little man.” Jinx says poking his scalp while doing so.

Ekko pouts slightly before humming happily.

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Batfam Christmas edition

Duke woke up to a lively and full house. Which is weird all things considered that everyone except him tended to be asleep.

As he looked over his shoulder to stare at the clock on his bedside table, he read 1 am. Definitely too early for him. But not late enough for the rest of the family to go to bed.

As Duke begrudgingly flips his covers off of him as he thinks to himself. ‘Why is everyone here? If it was a big important mission they would’ve woken me up. Right?’

As Duke walks down the stairs into the library there is this humongous tree that would be impossible to miss. You could hear Steph loudly singing Christmas carols as she swings off her grappling hook to put on ornaments. Dick looking both ecstatic about the decorations and worried that Steph might fall. Jason is in the bay window reading a book that Duke can’t make out.

As he moves his head slightly to other side of the library there is Cass and Damian making snowflakes. It is clear that Damian was coerced into the activity. But he doesn’t seem to mind it at the moment.

As Duke looks around the room he is filled with the worry of just breathing wrong would break his domestic peace that has encased the library. In an effort to preserve the peace, he finds himself staying to the side. Away from everyone. Just watching them interact with each other. Or in Jason’s case, watching him melt into the atmosphere.

Hours pass. Jason grabs more books with every passing hour. Cass and Damian both made enough snowflakes to cover every inch of the manor. Steph had successfully managed to decorate every empty space in the library by 3:30. Tim had walked in at some point to sit on the floor staring at the tree while he sipped on his coffee.

The sun started to rise. Slowly but surely. The sun painted the library in shades of gold. Encapsulating the moment into Dukes mind. Entrapping the moment in all their minds.

In all their years of being a ‘family’ this was their first Christmas together. And it all began to send a chill of dread within them all. All of them just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Just waiting when it will come crashing down.

But till then they would enjoy this Christmas together. Fearing it might be the last.

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heart - shaped scallion found In pho . reblog for good luck & yummy soup 500000 forwver

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love it when tommyinnit realizes shit

Transcription: Tommy: “But you don’t hang out with me as much when we’re not husband and husband.” Tubbo: “… That’s just simply not true.” Tommy: “Feels true.” Tubbo: “We hung out more when you didn’t marry me.” Tommy: “Really?” Tubbo: “Yep” Tommy: “… oh”