#childe main without the childe

[magicpiano]

I sort of like the idea of Bruce accidentally adopting Damian. Something happened which caused Damian to run away from the league and towards his father, but all he knows is that is father is batman. Before he can ever find him though, he is taken in by Bruce Wayne.

Damian intended to just slip away the first chance he gets, but somehow his escape plans keep getting interrupted. Eventually he begins to like living with the Waynes so much he starts to consider simply not looking for batman. After all, his father never came for him before. And what proof does he have that batman is so great anyways? He might as well stay with the people who actually like having him around.

Damian assigns himself as the Wayne family's protector because these weak foolish people could certainly never defend themselves. After the third foiled kidnapping attempt Damian is sure he could never leave. They would all die without him. Frankly he is amazed the Wayne's behavior hasn't gotten them all killed yet.

[cloudbends]

something I feel like isn't nearly appreciated enough about mob's arc in mp100 is that his background is... Completely normal. I see a lot of people interpreting mob's parents as neglectful or distant based on the few scenes we've seen of them, which greatly baffles me because their few scenes aim to establish his family life as.. completely normative. They have the normal, average quips of a normal family. And I think it's very unique and refreshing because it means mob's troubles and internal hardship isn't a product of his upbringing, it's a byproduct of a traumatic experience and of his own personality and how it coalesces with his psychic powers. And I personally think more media should acknowledge that some people, even with perfectly normative and healthy familial dynamics and circumstances, will still develop very complex internal issues and personal psychology. and on the same note, some people with perfectly normal upbringing won't feel comfortable to confide in their parents and seek an external authority figure to look up to, which doesn't necessarily mean them and their parents are estranged. I dont think mob's (or ritsu's) life have to be unhappy to legitimize or explain the fact he has the personal struggles he does. Embracing normalcy is the main theme of this series.

[emacrow]

There a ghost in the Watchtower vent!

Batman could only sighed in defeat as the Justice league were searching in the vents again, after Superman heard a odd small screeching sound of an animal coming from it this morning.

Which lead to the Justice league searching around the vents to find the source of the sound. He internally blamed Damian for this after he snuck a odd animal in the batcave, and is still looking for that animal whom may have snuck itself into the watchtower teleportor and got beamed there.

So far they been searching for 8 hours straight with no luck whatsoever. Batman could only sighed and calls comms to get Damian to get his newest attempt of pet adoption.

Which only took 7 minutes as Damian in his robin suit just put down one of alfred's special cookies in front of the vent entrance as the Justice league watch along side as a small odd cat lik-, oh that a tiny alien feral child nawing on the cookie.

He looked 4 year old at most, glowing lararus green eyes feral and dilated with long elvish ears, sharp tiny fangs, white but dirty dust covered hair that look like a rats nest, wearing a toddler sized suit that look otherworldly yet similar to a hazmut suit if it weren't so skin tight looking. He was wearing a glowing green skull on his smol middle finger and a floating crown that remind superman of the fairy odd parents except this was black with blue aurora light fire.

"You are so losing chew toy privileges, danny." Damian huffed as he just pick danny up by his armpits and just begans walked away through the hallway door.

The justice league could only look a bit gaped.

"Where did Robin found that?"

[austiebug]

A read a fic a few months ago where sat was luci's teenage mistake baby but born before asmo and the triplets, thus explaining how he's fourth oldest and 'youngest' at the same time. But now I can't find it. If you have any leads please contact the tip line. Thank you.

[kettlefire]

A Panic in Time (DP x DC)

This is all thanks to the awesome @tkiesai for basically being the foundation of this idea! This is probably going to be long, and probably won't delve that deep into my ideas about this idea. Largely so it's not insanely long. But here I go!

°•°•°•°

Bruce's head felt like it had been shoved through a straw and spit out on the other side. The throbbing was annoying, but it wasn't anything the man couldn't handle.

His mind was muddled, memories of what happened prior to him awaking was blurry and unsure. Bruce knew it wasn't something good.

He vaguely remembered a league meeting, a threat, something looming. It wasn't world ending, or at least that's what Bruce remembered. It should have been something they could handle.

But now, here was Bruce. Waking up in the grass of some random park. He was dressed in casual attire, something he'd wear in public as Bruce. Although last he remembered he was in the Batsuit.

The sun felt too bright in the sky. The sound of families filled the air and children's laughter. No one seemed to blink twice at Bruce as he pulled himself together.

It took a moment to steel himself, to gain composer again. It took a few sweet lines, and a charming smile for a nice mother to slide him a few painkillers. The lies rolling off his tongue like second nature.

To his luck there was a newspaper at the top of the trashcan. He was in some town called Amity Park, and the year... the year was the problem.

It was 1996. Whatever had happened had sent Bruce back in time. There was a few suspects Bruce can think were the cause of this. But something in his gut kept drawing his train of thought to the Flash.

It seemed like each time the League had any time related problems, Barry was in the center of it. Which also leaves Bruce with the question if he was the only one sent back in time.

God, he could only imagine the nightmare if the others were sent back in time. Yes, they can be professional. They understand the risk of changing things in the past.

But Bruce also understands that his team can be less than... intelligent at times.

Despite that, Bruce needed to find a way to get back to Gotham. He might not know for sure where everyone was right now, but he knew Alfred was the safest bet.

A plan laid out in Bruce's mind, a list of people he knew wouldn't be a risk to approach. He just needed to find a way to get to them. He had barely made it to the gates of the park before a shrill cry pierced the air.

There was just one loud outcry, before it quieted down. Bruce glance around the space, spotting a young boy curled on the ground. Tears streamed down the boy's chubby cheeks.

And no one even moved to the boy's aid. Not a single mother spared more than one glance in the kid's directions. No parents came rushing over to the boy's side.

Bruce almost walked away, he really did. This wasn't his time, anything he does can cause immense damage to the timeline. But when Bruce caught sight of blood bubbling from a scrape on the boy's knee, Bruce couldn't ignore him.

Maybe it's just the father in him, but Bruce barely even notices when he's crossing the small distance. His mind zeroing in on a hurt child that needed help. Kneeling before the small boy with a gentle smile, and pulling his handkerchief free from his pocket.

"You're alright there, buddy. It looks like you took a bit of a tumble there." Bruce slipped into the same tone he used to use when his kids were young. Gentle and understanding, as he pressed the handkerchief to the small scrape.

The boy sniffled, tears slipping from his eyes. Bruce was more focused on the way the kid was looking at him. Like he couldn't fathom someone coming to his aid.

That look had Bruce's heart breaking slightly. He's seen a similar look before. The few times he's come to the aid of a hurt child that wasn't used to getting help.

Something no child should ever feel or experience.

"Where's your parents, kiddo?" Bruce asked after a moment of silence from the boy. He had waited until the kid's breathing settled down when the boy's chest stopped pumping so quickly.

Except his question only seemed to bring a new wave of tears to the boy's eyes. The small child just seemed to curl into himself further, ducking his gaze away from Bruce.

And as much as Bruce didn't want it to be true, it was clear the kid didn't have the support he needed. It might not as be as far as some of Bruce's kids have had in the past.

But it was clearly not good.

"That's okay, it's alright. What's your name?" Bruce tried again. The boy's silence was leaving an uncomfortable pit in Bruce's stomach.

"D-Danny..." The boy spoke out his name between sniffles, and Bruce felt a wave of relief hearing the boy speak.

In hindsight, Bruce can see how strange the scene might look. A slightly disheveled man comforting a lone young boy in a park. It wasn't exactly perfect.

But with the lack of reactions from the parents around, Bruce had a feeling the town had an idea who this boy was. The whole situation just didn't feel that right for him.

It took a few more comments before Bruce managed to get the boy to crack a smile. A laugh had felt like breaking a massive wall.

Before long, Bruce had Danny actually like any other boy he's known. Carefree and happy, just like a child should be.

"You didn't tell me your name, mister." Danny had suddenly cut down the relaxed moment they were in. A pout laced the boy's lips as he looked up at Bruce, almost accusatory.

"I'm Bruce. Bruce Wayne." Bruce responded without missing a beat. He knew this might cause problems in the future. He wasn't supposed to be here.

But when his gut is telling him something, he can't just ignore it. He checked his pockets, finding no business cards anywhere. So, Bruce fell back in plan B.

"No matter how long it's been from now, you can come to me for help. Just look for Bruce Wayne in Gotham City, and when you find me... just say Fairbanks sent you."

Bruce wasn't sure if he'll ever see Danny again when he goes back to his own time. Wasn't even sure if this was the same universe as his own. But he couldn't walk away without at least offering the boy help in some way.

When Danny's eyes filled up with tears again, Bruce thought he said something wrong at first. That was until the boy was suddenly clinging to his shoulders in a tight embrace, muttering 'thank you' over and over again.

Bruce felt himself almost close to tears just from that alone. His heart was aching for the small boy. Even if Bruce couldn't help Danny anymore than this, he was hoping the boy would have a better life.

One where he wasn't clinging to a stranger for comfort that family should be providing him.

THWAMP

It didn't hurt, but it did cut their hug short as Bruce suddenly pulled away. Turning his head to see a young girl wielding a wiffle bat, and another young boy standing behind her.

Her purple eyes glared at Bruce like he had done the worst thing in the world. Her grip on the bat was threatening and ready to swing again. Her knuckles white from the tight grip alone.

Maybe leaving this time era might not be as easy as Bruce thought as the young girl probbed him with angry and scolding questions. Not that Bruce could blame her.

He just hoped this hiccup didn't get back to the league. They'd have a field day hearing about how Batman got scolded by a child with a wiffle bat.

°•°•°•°•°•°

Danny wasn't sure if this was the best idea. It's been years since he met Bruce Wayne. So many years. Danny had just been a kid, not even ten, when Bruce had introduced himself.

When he had an adult, actually check in on him. Yet, it was a memory Danny couldn't forget. Maybe it was just the kindness that Bruce radiated.

Or maybe it was when Sam came to his "rescue" near the end. Regardless, it was cemented in his mind. A core memory that Danny cared with him through the years.

Now, here he was, roughly seven years later. Standing in front of a manor that put even Sam's place to shame.

It took a lot of courage for Danny to knock. Barely a second later, an old man answered the door, an accent Danny was certain Bruce hadn't had.

A stuttered explaination of being here to see Bruce Wayne, that the man knew him, barely left Danny's mouth before the old man ushered him inside.

The man, Alfred, told Danny to wait by the door before vanishing further into the manor. It took a lot for Danny to not just vanish.

Being half ghost nowadays had its quirks, Danny could just vanish, and no one but Alfred would know. But he couldn't.

It had taken a lot for Danny to make the journey to Gotham City. He hadn't even thought to look up a current picture of Bruce either. Which was probably a big mistake on his end.

Danny didn't even know if Bruce was offering this kind of help. But Danny didn't have many allies to turn to. He needed help.

Not just for himself but for his family. For Amity Park. He couldn't be afforded the ability to run away. Not now.

Danny felt all the air leave his lungs when Bruce entered the area. The man didn't look a day older than what Danny remembered. Bruce looked a bit more put together, not like he had just jumped out of a moving car, but it was Bruce.

"Uhm... I don't know if you remember me. But my name's Danny... we met when I was a kid." Danny started trying to explain himself before Bruce could speak. He recognized that confused look anywhere, and Danny didn't have the guts to go through with this if Bruce asked any questions.

"You told me if I ever needed help, to come find you. Bruce Wayne in Gotham City... you, uh, told me to tell you Fairbanks sent me?"

That came out more like a question than Danny would have liked. But it did ease his nerves a bit as he watched Bruce's slightly confused expression turn to alarm and surprise.

Danny wasn't sure what this would do. If Bruce could truly help him. But he was out of options. Just seeing Bruce recognize something he said was enough to calm the teen's anxiety slightly.

"I'm sorry, Danny... I don't remember you. But I believe you and I want to help you. Come inside, have a seat, and tell me what's going on."

That response was enough to have Danny's eyes fill with tears. His chest filling with a sense of hope he hadn't felt in weeks now.

Maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay.

[turtleblogatlast]

No but like every time I think about Splinter and what he had to go through just to keep the boys alive, my heart hurts for him so badly. Is he perfect? No not at all, but none of them are and by god does he love his sons.

The fact that all of them are alive, and grew to thrive despite the circumstances surrounding them is a testament of how much Splinter loves his boys. He raised four babies following the most traumatic time of his life, all alone with nothing but the sewers to house them (to hide them.) I feel like he’s not given the credit he deserves for all he’s done.

And I get that it’s easy to hold up his flaws and faults when it comes to parenting, I myself like looking into them because flawed characters are super interesting and said flaws make them more realistic and engaging, but he tries, and again, so many others would have given up on the boys or failed along the way but Splinter didn’t.

He’s their father, for all his faults he did his damndest to make sure they survived.

[kirjavas]

making my peace with how lyra was characterised in the show vs the books because so much of it relies on her age and even dafne keen being only one year older than lyra when filming set her up to portray a different character from the very beginning. it doesn't seem like a huge difference but lyra being a child and not a teenager is of fundamental importance to her path in the books so it's inevitable that she was written more like a teenager in the show (and you can't stop child actors from ageing, you can only adapt the writing and directing to match how they mature). the show wrote lyra's arc in accordance with her maturing to the age of around 16, so they chose to have her grow out of her habit of lying and instead wield the power of truth to further her on her journey. it was a different journey from the books, but it got her to the same place: saving her friend and countless others with the power of storytelling and a silvertongue

[solradguy]

The more I learn about Unika's lore, the more I kind of really just do not like a single thing they are doing with her. Not a single thing

[clumsypuppy]

i feel like im not making any sense but does anyone else feel like there are stories that let u run with them and ones that spell everything out for you

[fishthegenderwitch]

I have trimmed the fitted sheet I bought for its fabric of extraneous seam thread and elastic, in order to see how much fabric I had to make my shirt. (I'd planned to make this a couple days ago, but I was lethargic and it was grey and rainy; not conducive to creating.)

PLENTY O' FABRICS to make my first 18th century-style shirt! This sheet is 50/50 cotton and polyester, because I want to make this at least once with fabric that isn't perfect. I'd be sad if I messed up some swanky fabric on my first try.

Measured out each piece (they're all squares and rectangles so the cutting was easy), and then cut them out. Some are on the straight-grain and shoulder strips on the cross. The math and measuring part of it took a bit, as I've never made a shirt this way before, so I had to crank my brain open to a new frame of reference in how to figure out what went where, so I could get the correct numbers.

-The supervisor of crafting, Murf Here's where I stop because my phone died (I accidentally had the battery saver turned off), so it has to charge before I can continue. Both to take progress photos, and also because I was following the video by @vincentbriggs to make it, and without that I'm not chancing messing up.

[bad-holmes-impression]

me a while ago, seeing fanart of POC varian: that’s a neat concept!

me, getting back into this fandom: …HOLY SHIT WAIT that would add so much to s1. the persecution he faces from the king and his village. the way he’s vilified. even the s3 stuff, like how he has a fawn response around the mains and how hard he has to work for them in order to be treated like he belongs, though he’s apparently only paid for his efforts when he becomes the royal engineer-instead-of-alchemist… people who depict POC varian, you geniuses.

fanartists, i’m curious. did you factor in everything that canonically happens when you reimagined varian in that way, or did you make the drawings first?

(warning for a small essay in the tags)

[hulloitsdani]

Hiii!! If you're still taking feh rant asks, though my question may be a bit... broad. Do you have any thoughts/lore about the other Summoners who aren't our main friend Kiran? Your artwork of the purple and green haired summoners, and the one who wears armor similar to Alfonse have left such a strong impression on me... (I think there were more too? Rough sketches? I may be misremembering though!)

Any which way, they all left me wanting more!!! I WANNA KNOW THE LORE............ if it's ready, of course! If not, you can just toss a random Kiran thought at me LMFAOO I'll eat that up too!!! 🫡👍

Hehehehehehehehe

Hohohohohohoho

Okay, so, it started simple right? When we first got the other summoners, I debated what exactly I wanted to do with them. My goal has always been crafting a character out of the summoner using the two crumbs and toothpick IntSys throws my way. And this was… well it was certainly an interesting crumb. But I didn’t have an answer right away, so I stuck with our original hooded goober and let that thread hang in the back of my mind, awaiting for future use.

Future use would soon come as I began to figure out the narrative fabric of FEH. I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again: everyone in this narrative is lonely. The type of lonely that can get really bad for both the individual and the people around them. Once that clicked, I fully committed to making Kiran’s source of loneliness being the loss of their home. They had a life, but now it’s gone and they’re starting from square one. This is unfortunately not the simple isekai power fantasy you’d hope it be for them. It fucks them up.

Now, put a pin in that as I shift gears to a totally not related topic (source: trust me, your unreliable narrator). The families of our core cast are important in understanding their characters, as it’s a very common source for these themes of loneliness. We’re all familiar with Sharena and Alfonse’s tense family dinner dynamics, but we also have Reginn and her brothers, Askr and Ash, Embla and Elm, Eir and Hel, everything about book 4, Bruno’s constant no good very bad day, etc. The two characters we don’t have directly have that for is Anna and Kiran.

Anna is a pretty easy fill in the blank. She’s a picture perfect copy of a million other merchants throughout time and space, and yet she’s the only one who ended up as a loyal political assassin turned war commander. From that description alone, we can easily think of a few reasons why she would end up as this odd black sheep. And no matter what we choose, all of them pretty seamlessly feed back into why she leads an elite military battalion full of fellow black sheep. For Kiran, it’s not as simple. They got isekaied and they miss their world, but I don’t got much to work with in fleshing that out further. It’s purposely vague for you, the player, to self insert onto. The most I got is that little dj moment for book 5’s April fools.

…Then it hit me. I had two loose threads here. What if I tied them together?

CAN OF WORMS OPENED. BIG ADOPTION HOURS. Kiran is the ultimate middle child and has six other siblings, plus mom and dad. Part of a large family of nine. This had the effect I wanted— it instantly added flavor to their dynamics with others. Like, oh, THATS why they’re like that with Veronica and Reginn. It’s the youngest sibling and middle child solidarity. But then I realized the timing of this had implications. If something happened to Kiran, like them going missing without a trace, these people would have came looking. They might have ended up in Askr on the hunt for their missing sibling. That then opened a flood gate of potential narratives that proceeded to take over my brain.

It goes even further though! Because there was another lose thread I was playing with. So Freya’s offer, right?Surely, surely there has to be a world where the summoner took that deal. Surely there are worlds where the summoner falls directly to Hel and comes under her control or Eitiri gets her mitts on them. Those situations would undoubtedly become inter dimensional threats, right? Well, I tied that idea to the other summoners and played with where I’d think each of them would fail based on vibes. Then I noticed that each of them have a circlet that our hooded summoner doesn’t visibly have. Bada bing bada boom let’s make that sucker a cursed object that acts as a built in summoner self destruct in case of emergencies.

The end result of all this was the creation of this weird yet delightfully chaotic little family! They’re all trying to make the best of their newfound circumstances and find those they left behind. Also, probably, super doomed! Like it’s bad! It’s accepts the deal Freya proposes bad!

For the best and most fleshed out example, the guy in Alfonse’s armor. Guy with his hair half up. This bitch.

For simplicity’s sake, we’re gonna call him Eclat.

When attempting to answer where these other summoners would fail, I didn’t always want it to be the simple obvious choice. I wanted it to be reflective of a character flaw that I could build a character around. So, with that in mind, what is the most interesting way for a summoner to fail to defeat Hel in book 3?

After thinking about it for a while, I decided that Eclat dooms himself by killing Eir. Instead of showing her mercy, taking her into the Order’s care, and deciding to help her despite the clear threat she poses to everyone’s safety, he feels he cannot risk the people he’s in charge of and makes the tough call to prioritize his own. But without Eir, the fight against Hel is doomed. Further more, he’s not the type of character to active the blood rite. He kills Eir in defense of Askr’s people— there’s no way in hell he’d then proceed to sacrifice those people to defeat Hel. From his perspective, that defeats the point of everything they’re attempting to do.

The result is inevitable. His allies eventually fall one by one, until he’s the last member of the Order standing. In one final gambit, he dawns the armor of his fallen comrades, uses up every last orb remaining, and fights his way to the blood rite. There, Hel finds him, a hand wave away from activating it, offering her a deal. He can either activate the blood rite, robbing Hel of any remaining death that could give her power and creating a weapon that could one day kill her. Or she could take him, a summoner, instead and use his abilities to create an endless stream of death in exchange for never claiming a soul from Askr ever again. Is a brutal call, but one in line with the decisions he’s made so far.

Hel accepts his proposal. She brings him under her domain and twists him into a similar being that Líf and Thasir are. However, something interesting happens. Eclat never had any intention of willing handing over an ounce of power. He plans to kick and scream the whole way down. He doesn’t have much of a choice, but if Hel turns him into one of her own and gives him her power, then maybe he could use it against her. So, in his final moments thrashing for his life, the circlet activates. As golden rings wrap around him, he grabs the goddess and the legion of dead connected to her.

It all happens rather quickly from there. The rings pull down. Someone is screaming. It’s too bright to see. Suddenly, all too suddenly to be honest, it’s just gone. Hel, the dead, the Breidablik… all of it is dissipating into nothing. And Eclat… he knows he won, but h-he doesn’t feel good. It’s cold and he can’t get his eyes to focus. There’s nothing holding him up anymore, is there? He can feel it. It’s all gone. Very few souls on Zenith remain thanks to him, and he knows that very soon, he will not be one of them.

Fuck man, that’s rough. Alexa play Annapantsu’s cover of Feeling Good for the dramatic irony.

So, starting from the end of this tragedy, I began to work backwards into his more stable characterization. Trek back to find the Eclat that Kiran knew. He’s clearly this extremely loyal and protective guy who will do a lot to keep his people safe. He also, unfortunately, doesn’t see the best in other people and doesn’t afford them the same kindness. Put table scraps in front of hungry kids, and he will be the first to start fighting others for the remains. But he won’t eat a piece. Instead he brings his earnings back to his family and lets them eat first. Under any other circumstances, these traits would be fine. Admirable even. At the end of the day, the worst you can say about the guy is that he’s a realist. But that’s the point of a tragedy, ain’t it? Those traits in this scenario would end bad.

Compare this to Kiran, someone who willingly risks the safety of themself and others for the slim chance of an outcome where everyone benefits. That is also admirable and managed to save lives in this scenario. But oh god. In just saying those words outloud, it’s clear how easily these two get on each other’s fucking NERVES. Presidential alert the girls are fightingggggg. Finally, a character that has the capacity to instantly piss Kiran off. It’s a tall order, but Eclat has years of experience and vice versa. If anyone outside of these two says shit about the other, they’ll kill em. That’s their sibling and you will respect that. But oh god, they’re both insufferable and it’s great.

I loveeee this little bastard I made. This has passed the point of head cannon and I have straight up used FEH as a creative writing prompt. I’ve been slowly doing making my way through all the summoners as well. Purple mom and green dad make me very sad! Maybe I’ll talk about em in the future, but for now I’ll leave this here, because this is long enough as it is! Hope you enjoyed!

[an-android-child]

Just watched this episode of btas for the first time in my life and. I'm devastated I'll never see more of this kid again

[florida3exclamationpoints]

My mom is always like we don't treat you like a middle child do we 🥺 and then treats me like a middle child

[ask-utayaboy]

If you don’t mind me asking, how was your mother like?

If I'm being entirely honest, I don't think I remember enough to share a large-scale story like you were probably hoping for, Anon, and for that I .. apologize.

My mother, though... From what little I can remember, she was strong, resilient. It was just us two and yet she made it work. I can recall watching her cook in our little at-home kitchen, and she'd share the steps to each recipe since I was curious. No one in Utaya deserved what happened to them, but I find myself wondering about her far more often than the others. Mostly on the why's. Why did that have to happen to her in particular? She was kind, that much I can say for certain. She, before Milsiril, comforted me about ... well, assumptions made about me. She never once let me think it was true.

My memories of her are scarce. And I wish they weren't.

... Thank you for asking me about her.

[theflyingfeeling]

...💌