"How do they interact with the celestials? Or do they never come into contact? Are they immortal?"
@i-am-a-fan Thank you so much for this GEM of an excuse to talk about something I've been struggling to find a good way to talk about.
Quick note that I am bending/missing bits and pieces because A: I have horrible memory and B: have never read JTTW myself. Please excuse this even if it's in LMK canon, my memory is just awful and revising every single thing (and definitely breaking some of the AU in the process) I forget to fit would honestly just be more energy than it's worth.
So, to provide a bit of context: Chikao has storm powers. She uses them pretty carelessly and freely and isn't a huge fan of being told what to do, so the celestials figured out pretty early on "you can't go throwing around storms without permission" would do exactly nothing to stop her from doing exactly that.
Nezha ended up the designated person to try to stop her every time she did a storm like that (nobody really knows how that happened), and Chikao really didn't take it seriously. At a point she went "hey, you're fun to spar!" and invited him to have lunch after. Her more lighthearted energy + him being a little more laid-back at the time resulted in the fights becoming friendly spars that they'd banter and chat during, sometimes with little games, lunches, snacks, etc. when they were done if Nezha had time. Chikao frequently joked she would kidnap him just to get some proper hangout time.
At some point PIF came down with him and what usually would've been a friendly spar became a legitimate fight, and while Chikao won they all got a little beat up. Chikao was worried that Nezha would be upset and decided to break into the Celestial Realm and find him to get an answer.
When she found Nezha he tried to tell her she couldn't be there, to which she went obviously she could, she was, and Nezha dragged her into the Peach Garden to try to avoid drawing the attention of the other celestials. They had a quick chat, assured each other no hard feelings, and Nezha rushed off to a meeting with a quick warning the Celestial Realm probably wasn't going to be so kind next time.
Predictably, leaving Chikao by herself in the Celestial Realm was not a good idea. She wandered around a little bit until a certain golden monkey popped up, invited her to steal some peaches, and she went 'sure why not' because her impulse control is ah. Not the best.
(When Nezha found out about this turn of events, he was exasperated but unsurprised.)
When Chikao came with Wukong back to FFM he explained what they did and Chikao took a couple back to Tongbi's Library with her to offer them to Tongbi. (I did a drawing for that here). They ate the peaches and became immortal.
Alright, water break, because that was just for the context of the immortality thing.
Alrighty then.
After the fight with PIF and stealing of the peaches, the Celestial Realm was not happy, and went to try to bring her back since. Y'know stealing the peaches wasn't really allowed. To which Chikao obviously did not listen and said they were completely overreacting about.
She stuck to being more playful and teasing until someone went for Tongbi, which, in short resulted in everyone but Nezha returning back needing to spend time with the healers before they went back to work (not to say Nezha was unscathed, just better off).
When it formed, Chikao joined the Brotherhood, while Tongbi did not.
Tongbi barely interacted with celestials all the way until the Samadhi Fire situation with Red Son, buut I'm not gonna go over that yet because it requires other contexts and stuffs. :3
Anyway enjoy this major infodump that's way more detail than you asked for, I hope it was good!! :3
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My baby daughter got her adorable puffin-print dress absolutely CAKED in mud crawling around the yard and my first thought was "oh no her beautiful dress"
And my second thought was "oh huh it really WOULD be easy to unconsciously steer her away from playing in the dirt. Unlike my son, whose outfits are usually some kind of solid dark easily washed pants plus a shirt that doesn't trail in the dirt like a dress does."
Anyway something something gender roles start getting shoved on kids from literal birth, but with a little time to think about things, YOU TOO can let your children of any gender absolutely destroy their clothes in the dirt pit they're digging in your garden
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I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt
“Woah. You look like shit."
Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.
The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.
"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."
And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.
The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.
If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.
"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.
"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.
"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.
The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.
He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."
There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.
"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."
Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"
"Daniel? Is that you?"
His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.
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fifteen: quick question what's worse: killing every living being in creation or killing the guy who wants to kill every living being in creation
ruby: first one
mel: first one yeah
kate: definitely the first one
fifteen: results unclear i will now use this as another reason to hate myself ✌️
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[SCENE: driving back from my appointment]
dad: ...am I going to have to teach you how to shave?
me: uh yeah! at some point, lol
dad: hm. well I can show you the way I prefer, with mug soap and a brush, because the aerosol cans are just no. I showed your brother my way and he likes it a lot better too...
dad: [rambles for a bit]
dad: ...it's really just another chore, you look in the mirror and go 'ugh I have to shave soon' so it's just one of those things you do every once in a while
me, externally: haha yeah, I can't wait :]
me, internally: he's talking about this like it's no big deal, it's not weird at all,,, he doesn't mind the idea of teaching me despite the fact that he never expected to be doing this with me,,,, he's my dad and he supports me even if he doesn't completely get it,,,
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