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wrathofrats · 2 months

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hi hi hello could you please expand on aether's complicated feelings about dew's elemental transition? (im so hooked on your lore hdv3bdkcg)

Hi omg I’ve been meaning to write a longer official piece about this, so thank you for the excuse for something like that! I’m so happy you’re enjoying my lore side of stuff omg it makes me so giddy???

Basically going through aethers internal monologue of what he feels following the events. Reminder he is going through very heavy guilt and his feelings are a lot more dramatized than what actually happened

No one blames him, only he blames himself

Warnings for angst, guilt, mild self destructive behaviors

For the lore I’m talking about or more context please see #wraths ghost lore (not super necessary, just know aether did dews transition)

He remembers how the magic burned through his fingers.

The way he could see it creep through dews veins as he bled it in through his arms. He remembers the panicked look he gave omega who kept dewdrop subdued on the table as he screamed.

The thoughts don’t go away, haven’t left him in months. The sight of dews face twisted in pain stains the back of his eyes when he sleeps and he can’t look at him without seeing the wounds that have long since healed. It’s his handiwork at the end of the day. The scars over dew's gills are his doing, the burning flare ups dew gets in his joints are his fault. The breakdowns dew has over his new element can only be blamed on aether and he doesn’t think he will ever feel right with himself again over it.

Dews told him it’s not his fault more times than he can count. The now fire ghoul can feel the shame and pity that aether stares at him with.

“I wanted this aeth” dew rubs his hand over aethers shoulder “it had to be done”

“I know” aether leans into the touch.

But he doesn’t

The blood on his hands doesn’t seem to dry. No amount of reassurance that he had to do it takes the guilt away.

There are people out there that have to put down sick dogs, and aether wonders if the blood on their hands disappears when they clock out. Aether wonders if maybe that’s his fate too. If his job was something akin to putting down a sick dog. If he’s intervened in a divine destiny and he’s only created some half put together Frankenstein of his own friend.

He wonders if he’s only simply prolonged the inevitable.

And even if he did save dew he wonders if it was fair to have the responsibility put on himself. A god of force and not of willingness.

The sight of dew sometimes is too much to handle. Not because of any physical shock, he still looks like his dew, but the knowledge of the pain makes aethers stomach crawl up his throat. Dew would’ve been better off without him, he’s sure of it considering how he only seems to hurt him. The thought reassures itself more and more as the time passes. Dews' desperate attempts to wrangle his friend from the depths of guilt only make him feel worse. This shouldn’t be his job. Not after what he’s been through.

Aether retreats. Closes himself off more and more from those who wish to support him most. The genuine belief that he’s harmed someone is truly more than he can bear to handle, let alone to constantly see the fruits of his labor tell him how much he loves him.

His door stays locked most days. His relationships slip from his fingers in his own self wallowing. A recluse of his own fault but

Is there a more fitting fate for him?

#this hurt to write #when I can I wanna do a longer series on this #some kind of chaptered fic maybe?#if there’s interest?#who knows #I have so many projects LMAO #but I hope you all enjoy #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #fanfic #wrath writes #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #wrath’s ghost lore

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chaosandwolves · 1 year

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Sometimes I think that it's better

To never ask why

#Buddie #buddie edit #Edit #Evan Buckley #eddie diaz #911 on fox #Try lyrics #Try by Paul Eckert #This took me entirely too long #Syncing up the lyrics to the frames was work #I need to get better and faster at editing #But I hope you all enjoy #Please tumblr don't butcher the quality #6x10 #Chaos edits

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clockwork-phantasm · 4 months

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Treasured Moments

This is my submission for the Fragile Dreams 15th anniversary project with @lunarhillfunland!

My theme for day 10 was “Treasures,” I hope you enjoy!

“Psst! Seto, are you up?”

Seto grunted as he was shaken awake, violet eyes opening to meet crimson ones. Blinking a few times, Seto sat up, smiling sleepily at Ren. “Ngh, I am now. Morning already..?” The girl nodded with a smile, her silver hair bobbing with the movement. “Mhm! Now get up, we have a big day ahead of us.” Rubbing his eyes, Seto paused, brows furrowed as he processed her words..Ah, that’s right, it was about time they started looking for a new location, wasn’t it..? His grandpa had told him about this once, how ghosts were prone to migrating every few days. There wasn’t much rhyme or reason to it from what they could tell, one day an area could have little to no spirits, and the next you were practically tripping over them. While Seto hadn’t noticed too much of a pattern to it himself, the two had made it a habit to change up their camping spots to avoid them, as a safety measure.

“I already started packing a little, but if you want, we could have a quick breakfast first?” The brunette shook his head at the offer, grabbing a nearby bag. “Mm, I’m good. The sooner we finish putting everything away, the better. I’ll eat something once we hit the road..” He doesn’t hear a response but sees Ren nod and turn away from him, so he begins his packing. As he grabs and begins to put away his bed roll, he hears a tiny snap as something falls from around his neck. Seto’s hand flies out instinctively to catch it as it falls, and he glances down to find his locket in his grasp. Ah, the thread keeping it in place must’ve finally worn out..

Forgetting that he was in the middle of packing, Seto takes a moment to carefully, almost fondly open the accessory and look at its contents. “We’re running a little low on bandages and painkillers, I was thinking that maybe next time we see that weird chicken guy we could see if he maybe has some on him. What do you think, Seto? ….Seto..?” Ren glances over from where she sits when she doesn’t hear Seto respond. Noticing how he seemed to be staring at something, the silver haired girl got up and carefully approached, so as to not make him jump. “Oh..! It broke..” Ren mumbled. Seto grunted, turning and, to Ren’s surprise, handing the locket to her. Her hands clasp around it, as if she were afraid of dropping it. “I think I have some thread in here to replace the broken one.”

“You’re..Okay with me holding this?” From the very moment she met Seto, he always kept the locket on him and it seemed very precious to him. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” Ren sputtered. “B-But this is your special thing, isn’t it?” Seto laughed, making her all the more befuddled. “No need to worry about breaking it, it’s been pretty sturdy so far.” With this Ren fell quiet, watching as Seto continued to rummage through one of his bags. It was in that moment that it dawned upon her. He..trusts me to hold and keep something he treasures safe...Ren wasn’t sure why, but that revelation left a warm feeling in her chest. “Ah, here we go.” The brunette brought out a spool of thread along with a pair of scissors. When he held out a hand, Ren was careful as she offered him the locket.

Seto began to replace the thread, with a precision that had Ren wondering how many times Seto had done this during his journeys. “So um, what are all those anyways..?” Ren asked carefully. Seto had shown her the contents of his locket once before, but she couldn’t recall if he ever explained what any of it was. “Well, let’s see here,” Seto flipped the trinket upside down, emptying its contents out onto his lap. A blue crystal, a folded up letter, a screw, a skull-adorned ring, a flower brooch, and a small pig shaped charm. He grabbed the crystal and letter up first. “These were from my grandpa, sometime before I met you.” He held the crystal up in the air, letting the morning light dance in its blue sheen. Ren eyed the gem curiously. It made her think of the mainframe for the Glass Cage project, and of the leading scientist of the project. Shin…She wondered if Seto’s grandfather was any kinder than the haggard scientist Seto had dealt with. Seto put the two away, next grabbing a small, worn-out looking screw.

“This was from someone I met near the beginning of my journey, her name was P.F.”

“P.F.?” Ren cocked her head to the side curiously. “Personal Frame. She was kind, teaching me about new things.” It was at this moment that Ren realized P.F. must’ve been some sort of robot, it explained the screw. “We saw the most beautiful sunset together. Maybe we can see one just as beautiful sometime.” Ren blinked. She’d seen her fair share of sunrises and sunsets in this world. They were beautiful, but maybe having someone to see them with gave them more meaning? Ren didn’t know.

The next trinket was one Ren almost immediately recognized, a ring with a silver skull on it. On nights where sleep wasn’t coming easy, she’d spot the brunette taking it out of his locket to fiddle with. Holding it up to look at in the light of the campfire, rubbing his thumb over the small details of the skull..he always looked sad doing so, and she hadn’t understood why. “This..belonged to my best friend. His name was Crow.” Ren blinked. Ah, that explained it. That mournful look she’d see in his eyes..that was the look of someone who lost a close friend. “..What happened to him, if you don’t mind me asking..?” she asked cautiously.

Ren swore she saw something glisten in those violet eyes. “He..shut down.” Oh, he was a robot too..Ren frowned in thought. Robots were easy to power back on, if you had the right powersource for them. Perhaps with some gentle prodding later, Ren could get some info on where Seto last saw Crow. The brunette returned the ring to his locket, almost hastily grabbing for the small flower brooch he grabbed. It made Ren think about the flowers she loved to put in her hair. Maybe she could find a flower that looked like that brooch someday. “This belonged to an old woman I met at a hotel. Except, I didn’t think she was that old when I first saw her.” Ren tilted her head, curious. “What do you mean?”

“It’s odd but, when I first met her she was this young girl, in a beautiful kimono. She didn’t really trust me at all, having me run errand after errand, the next more elaborate than the first.” Seto shook his head with a smile. “Sai thought she was such a brat, making us run around like that. But I think she was just scared.” A thoughtful, almost sad look came over Ren’s face. She could understand being afraid and not wanting to trust anyone. The world could be a very unforgiving place, people could be very unkind. “But,” Ren eyed Seto. “She eventually came to trust me, I think because she realized I wanted to help her. And..before she left, she told me to go out into the world, and live my life to the fullest.”

Living life to the fullest..

Before the silver haired girl could dwell any further on it, Seto put the brooch away, grabbing and holding up the pig shaped charm. It was something recent, Ren could remember him grabbing it. It made sense why he’d grabbed it, she supposed. Sai hadn’t left anything when she departed with Shin. “This charm..It kinda made me think of Sai when I found it.” The longer Ren looked at the charm, the more she found herself dwelling on the ghost woman. She didn’t get to know Sai for very long, the silver haired girl wished she could’ve talked more with her before she had left... The first Glass Cage catalyst..She had seemed so chill, like someone you could talk to for hours about anything and everything. Perhaps, had she gotten to know her sooner, Sai could’ve shared stories about the world, before it had all fallen to shambles.

Seto didn’t immediately put the charm away, glancing off at the distance. He seemed..thoughtful, almost sad. “When we go..what do you think we’ll leave behind..?” Ren blinked, cocking her head to the side. “What do you mean..?”

“Sorry, I suppose what I mean is..well, if and when we leave this world, what do you think we’ll leave behind..? Would someone…find those things and consider them precious too?” Ren frowned. That was a rather..bleak train of thought. The brunette seemed bothered by it though, so she decided to entertain it. Just for a moment, at least, she didn’t like thinking about such things for too long. “I think that..no matter who comes after, they will eventually find the things that we treasured, and that they will treasure them too. Because our memories are attached to them, and that’s proof we existed.” Seto stays silent, Ren can’t read his face but sees his shoulders relax.

She decided it was time to change the subject.

Ren gets up, dusting herself off. “I don’t think that’s something to worry about right now though,” She offers a hand that Seto gingerly takes after a moment. “We have our memories we hold onto in this life, and I think..those are what are precious now..” With a grunt of effort, the silver haired girl pulls Seto up to his feet to meet her. The brunette doesn’t take his hand back immediately, a thoughtful look on his face.

“What’s precious now, huh..?” Seto looks at and takes in the little details of Ren’s hand. Soft. Warm, not cold like the ghosts they came across so frequently. Perhaps what Chiyo had told him long ago held true..These little moments where someone was at his side..those were the treasures of his life. A smile finally returned to his face, one that Ren was quick to return. “Let’s keep packing, we don’t wanna waste sunlight.” Seto nodded, Ren turning away and grabbing one of the bags abandoned earlier. Putting everything back in his locket, Seto returned it to his neck, knowing the new thread would keep secure.

#fragile dreams farewell ruins of the moon #fragile dreams 15th anniversary #fragile dreams #fanfic #this is new for me haha #but I hope you all enjoy #maybe I’ll write more in the future

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eatyoursparkout · 1 year

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Chapters: 15/18 Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, The Transformers (IDW Generation One) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bob/Sunstreaker, Sideswipe/Sunstreaker (past), Sideswipe & Sunstreaker (Transformers) Characters: Sunstreaker (Transformers), Bob (Transformers), Sideswipe (Transformers), First Aid (Transformers) Additional Tags: Romance, Post-War, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Self-Esteem Issues, Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Alien Anatomy, Fluff and Smut, Sunstreaker deserves to be happy, Bob is the sweetest bug in the world, Tactile Sexual Interfacing, Developing Relationship, Alien Cultural Differences Series: Part 1 of Fly the Nest Summary: Bob's a big bug now.

#new chapter!#finally!#this one's a bit of a change of pace #with a full cast of characters running the gamut from window dressing to plot relevant #but i hope you all enjoy #book.fic

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bisexualmultifandommess · 1 year

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I’ve written the second chapter to my Detroit: Become Human AU fanfic that I haven’t updated since June lmao

#I won’t say I’ll update soon because that panics me and gives me writers block lol #but I hope you all enjoy #gavin is connor’s uncle in this au #detroit become human #dbh fanfic #fanfiction #connor dbh #gavin reed #dbh gavin

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sylvies-kablooie · 3 months

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i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.

#i often wonder about how many things would be considered classic or high art had they only received the marketing #how many short films that were made for class could have been the most powerful thing you'd ever seen? if you'd seen them?#“you know the greatest films of all time were never made” etc etc #but like. these works of art ARE being made. it's just enjoyed by a smaller audience with equal impact though #i think about this one furry i used to follow on insta who had the coolest worldbuilding ever. it's been years.#thought prompted by that sketch of nimona from ten years ago that was just for a character design #posted to the creator's tumblr and now it's nominated for best animated feature film at the oscars #and by the genuine emotional reaction a fan comic made me feel. how much work had gone into it. how beautiful it was to me.#idk what to tag this but i hope whoever needs to hear it does #writing #writer #fandom #fandom culture #artist

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little-eye-guy · 1 year

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"this is too raw of a line to come from—" shut up. beauty and meaning is everywhere

#eye guy speaks #i need that phrase to be removed from everyone's vocabulary Please #why are you so convinced that such things cannot be discovered by or found in the mundane #1/1/23 edit: hope you all have enjoyed yourselves bc im ready for some peace and quiet *turns off reblogs*#1/4/23 edit: please don't comment about wanting to reblog. the experience itself may be fleeting but you will have your memory of it #(aka i turned them off for my health and you will be ok. it's just a post)

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the-phantom-peach · 6 months

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Little Big Changes ✂️~

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CONTEXT~~

A long forgotten short comic I did for pre-totk/post-botw domestic zelink

I love Zel’s hair symbolism especially after altering her status as a “princess”and becoming a Hateno grade school teacher. She’d most likely still maintain some insecurities but that’s what our lovely knight was made for <3

Semi-connected to my previous Signing Link headcanon, Link speaks here for the first time post-Calamity and gets super self-conscious. But of course Zelda doesn’t mind and is happy that Link growing more comfortable after the events of breath of the wild

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caffichai · 4 months

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Polar bears are like, legendarily chubby! So here's my artistic take on Aurora

#I can but I can't believe they made the polar bear girl so skinny! :P #Hope you guys like winter stores and spare tires!#Man it was a brutally busy December. I was gonna draw sooo much and then I got sick on top of everything else so this is all I got Q_Q #But I hope y'all enjoy it!#aurora #arknights #pixel art #pixel #digital art #polar bear #ak

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hailsatanacab · 5 months

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Family Dinners - dpxdc

"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.

The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.

"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.

"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.

"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."

Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.

Ancients, that's so weird!

The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.

Wait. Family dinners?

He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.

"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.

"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.

From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.

"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"

"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"

"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."

"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."

The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.

Come on, Danny, recover!

"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."

"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?

"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."

"Costume? What do you mean?"

Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.

"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!

"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.

"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.

His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.

"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.

Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"

"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"

"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."

"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.

It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.

It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.

Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.

"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."

Once again, the whole table falls into silence.

"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"

"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"

"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."

Danny's grin freezes in place.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."

"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"

Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.

"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.

"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."

An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.

"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.

"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."

"What did happen?"

"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."

"How long in the future was it?"

"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.

Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"

"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."

"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."

"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"

"What?"

"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."

Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.

"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.

"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."

"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"

"Damian, stop—"

"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."

"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."

"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.

"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."

"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."

"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."

"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #batpham #hailsatanacrab🦀🦀writes #look. this has been in my mind for so long guys so long - and idk if its canon that the batfam have codes for time travel situations or what #but i feel like ive seen it before and if its not canon it should be #so here - how i think that would be funny to go down #i have so many thoughts about TUE and its place in a dpxdc crossover like holy shit there's so many ways it can go!!#i have another wip in the works thats kinda similar to this but with superman and i cannot wait to work on it again #there are so many ways i wanted this to go but i just couldnt get there - i wanted to keep it on the shorter side but like #perhaps ill have to expand #i just love the idea that like. theres a stranger at your table who knows you and knows you well. who knows the secret that youd die to keep #there's a stranger at your table and he says something and you know he's family. you know you're strangers but now...#now you have to be something more #oh man theres so many juicy ways it can go and I KNOW I DID NONE OF THEM #i want to write this whole plot again and make it angstier #(me with everything)#anyway! sorry love you all hope you enjoy it!!

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