#Dad nocturne

[halfakitsune-nordiluskitsunaly]

Godling siblings

ok an au that ties in to my kocat au aka the kitsuniks of ceresia. The idea is that pariah dark, nocturne, and clockwork were quite close before pariah became a tyrant, and when I say close I mean close enough it have kids. Three of them at the time: the first born who's name was lost to time, kur the king of the criptics, and the third born who was never named. For some Insane and senseless reason the observents decided that the first and third born children(the children of time and dreams, and time and war/the ghost king respectively) of the royal family should no longer exist while kur(the child of dreams and war/ghost king) should take the throne. When the obsevents shattered the core of the first born child, pariah and the ancients lashed out in grief, out of desperation clockwork and nocturne hid kur and the unborn core of the third child away effectively ensuring their safety. Pariah goes tyrant and well you know what goes from their. Then centuries later some how the shattered core of the first born child of dreams and time is mended and reborn as nora kitsunaly-kuga, kur ends up as zak saturday like Canon, and ironically enough the unborn core of time and war/ghost king is the one and only danny Fenton. Because of Nora's existence yuma Nora's twin brother ends up as a halfa with nora on their 14th birthday with danny and zak, pariah eventuality woken up but is sainish and the news is dropped on nora, yuma, zak, and danny in some undecided way, and they are then told that whoever the considere siblings will be adopted by the royal family all the while clockwork up and decides that ben tension is now his son(no paradox you do not get a say in the matter all is as it should be) boom godling siblings yall can add on to this post as you see fit

[puppetmaster13u]

Another Ghost Dragon Prompt? Indeed.

The Ward had made a mistake. Had stolen something that had caused the very Skies to lash out, entire worlds at risk from their actions.

Time Itself shrieked in rage at the loss of Its child, or at least that's how every magic user- and the speedsters, pale and shaken and looking sick- had described it.

Someone had taken the young prince of the Infinite, and it was not the Tyrant King, long since sealed away, that lead the charge, but the Queen Regent that many had long since forgotten.

Many forgot that it was not the Dark who courted Time, but Time who courted the Dark. That It was just, if not more so, merciless as Its partner, and would Devour worlds should Its child- still with newdeath soft scales- was not returned.

Which meant that for the heroes, there was now a Clock ticking down ever so quietly. They had to take care of what was a government branch, had to deal with consequences of going over the law, or their World would End in dragon fire.

[nightingale-prompts]

Batboy is back baby!

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(Back to the regularly scheduled idiots)

Life was not quite back to normal. Danny's lack of wings meant he didn't hang from the ceiling anymore. He also started eating less, he wasn't as much of a fiend for fruits anymore. The white fur collar he had started shedding until there was only a thin layer left.

Danny slept most of the day only moving to new spots occasionally. He would choose the most inconvenient spots as well. Like the roof.

One such day Danny was sleeping soundly in the midday sun when a portal opened behind him. A hand grabbed Danny by the ankle back onto the Ghost Zone. He only managed a single yelp before he was face to face with Clockwork.

"What part of come back do you not understand?" He scolded holding the boy in the palm of his hand.

Danny rolled over in the icy blue hand and sighed. He didn't bother looking up at "Kronos" in his titan form. He knew that it meant that his mentor was in a very bad mood.

"Now look at you. You have bearly staved off going into stasis. You are not fully formed yet young man and can't survive in the physical realm without an energy source. What have you been feeding on other than your own energy reserves?!" He lectured before another voice cut in.

"Go easy on him my love. Let me." Nocturne soothed taking Danny into his hands.

Danny was thankful for a moment before realizing that Nocturne's head was that of a ram which meant he was also mad.

Its very easy to read the emotions of god-level entities. The more imposing and non-humanoid the worse they feel.

"Daniel...what did I tell you to do late time we spoke?" Nocturne's red eyes narrowed, and his horizontal pupils shrank.

Danny knew this was a trap.

"Speak boy." Nocturne ordered.

"To return-"

"To return to the realms!" Nocturne bleated "And yet you stubbornly remained. Now look, you are practically wilting away! You are still a millennia too young to be this reckless. I should ban you from the physical realm. Putting you in a dream bubble for a century would teach you a lesson."

Danny knew that this was a bluff. Nocturne was a huge softie and never went through with a punishment. Clockwork on the other hand never made false promises.

" No, my Lamb. We shouldn't. Not yet at least." Clockwork sighed "For now we should concern ourselves with helping him recover."

Danny sighed with relief as the Titans let him go for now.

He had to leave a note for Dick that he would be at his homeworld for a few days. Clockwork also left a note to assure Dick that Danny was in good hands and is also being grounded.

Recovery by ghost standards was similar to humans.

Ambient ectoplasm could heal with enough time but it's by no means fast. It would take years for Danny to get back to his old self. When Danny first came back after being torn open the recovery was painfully slow without proper care. If Clockwork hadn't stepped in then Danny would still be in that state.

The first step is food. Despite what you'd think ghosts eat. They all have to eat something to survive, but they all just have their favorite foods.

Nocturne was a desire eater.

Clockwork by nature ate everything

Danny himself is a fear eater.

Fear eaters are the most common among ghosts.

But these are abstract foods.

Physical foods also exist. Ghosts cultivate foods of their own.

Danny's favorites are a bowl of Ice Scream with Ambrosia chunks, neck-tarine lemonade, the devil's eggs, and candied meal worms.

It sure beats eating honeyed dates, bread, and cheese with Clockwork and Nocturne. But a growing ghost has to eat alter food to grow in power.

So Danny can only eat offerings until further notice.

Clockwork also sent Danny to do tasks and training.

"You need to steel your mind. Your perception of yourself is too flimsy. The more you believe yourself to be small or a child the more your body becomes so. The more negative emotions you direct at yourself the worst you will appear." Clockwork droned on and on showing Danny complex diagrams about how to properly use his powers.

The time ghost had been firm about not teaching Danny any new abilities until he got this down.

Danny was not enthusiastic. He bearly made it though the first lecture on this.

"Give him a break. How about letting me show him some examples?" Nocturne said entering the room with a tray of tea. "Come with me. We'll go to the menagerie."

For the next few days, Danny was given a crash course on biology and mental conditioning. He practiced changing his form as quickly as possible and accurately copying. Nocturne was strict but fair. Nocturne was actually one of the best when it came to shifting.

On the last day, Danny hugged his mentors goodbye for now. Clockwork made sure to fasten a talisman around Danny's neck that would keep them in contact and help Danny control his power better so he didn't lose too much energy. Nocturne handed Danny a bag of golden Ambrosia for the road.

And like that, Danny was back home. Recharged and ready.

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Dick tried not to be worried about Danny. He understood that since he wasn't entirely human he had to recover differently. But you can't blame him for feeling anxious.

Going missing once was problem enough.

When he returned to the apartment the first thing to greet him when he opened the door was something fuzzy flying at his face.

That fuzzy thing was a squeaking sliver bat that had somehow go in the house.

Dick peeled it off his face as the bat gleefully chirped at him.

"How did you get in little guy? Did Damian hide you in here?" Dick said as the Bat climbed up his suit.

Suddenly a heavy weight pressed down on him as the albino bat turned into Danny. Dick toppled to the floor.

"Dad!! Look! I finally did it! I flew!" Danny said leaning over Dick and smiling from ear to ear. His blue eyes flashed green.

Dick was stunned silent as he took in the last few seconds.

Did Danny call him dad?

[choccy-milky]

HAPPY LATE BDAY TO @the-ozzie's MILLIE 🎉 crackhead collage of her and clora bc theyre besties💖👯

[chuluoyi]

womp womp~ who is ready for another angst joyride with zayne?😗

[kawaiichibiart]

Hello, yes, I need more cards where the characters interact with their younger selves.

I want more of this please:

[aquilaofarkham]

[morsesnotes]

[Divorce] is difficult for many a child. To some degree they always blame themselves.

Endeavour Morse + trying to save his childhood self troubled kids

[cepheusgalaxy]

Me, watching Castlevania Nocturne first episode: So, let's get something straight. This guy's not.

My brother: Stop saying everybody's gay

My dad in the kitchen, who's a huge Castlevania nerd and has already watch the series: No, no, she's right

[doodlesdreaming]

There’s actually a few fan theories of Dante actually adopting Demi-Fiend. Yeah, that’s right, our residential devil Hunter adopting a devilish kid….right after nearly shooting him down several times and chasing him around like a madman. That’s the story they’ll tell the rest of the DMC crew. I wanna see their reactions to this! And I think Demi-Fiend, Naoki, I think, would get along with Nero! They would be cousins after all!

Dante: *slaps a hand on Demi's shoulder* I'm telling you Trish! This kid can fit so many bullets in him and walk away like nothing to it!

Trish: You really think you can afford another mouth to feed?

*Flash forward to a year later*

Dante: Alright....who...the hell...stole my deep dish stuffed crust pizza!!!!????

*Demi Fiend and Nero chilling on the roof eating said pizza*

[not-thenauts]

Panini is just Panini! Like Cheese Sandwich from mlp (I hate myself), she travels the world to help people and bring smiles to them! It’s a hard task, but most of the locals at least have known her and love her hospitality and spirit!

When there’s a scared creature during a mission, she does her best to cheer them up and gives them her best attention. Or when there’s too much tension, she is an easy mediator and ice breaker! But when there’s too much at risk, she critically thinks about the situation before acting. She may have overworked herself but encourages others to do the same. Helping people!

She’s also a really good acrobat.

I drew Panini long before I actually drew Paani. Actually, this is my first time drawing Paani, and it was with Panini!

I love myself a girl dad 💕 and I also see Paani as a dad in the show. I’m actually really proud of how I drew Paani and baby Panini, I love these drawings so much (not a lot to a materialistic point). Anyways, plrrss don’t steal my pride and joy 🥺

[cutekittenlady]

Maria: Hello shit religious dad. Meet my new vampire dad. Abbot: Wha-WHAT DO YOU MEAN VAMPIRE DAD?! Richtor: Her new Vampire dad. Don't worry he's cool. He's my great-great-great-etc godfather. Maybe. Maria: VAMPIRE dad likes to hang out with me. VAMPIRE dad doesnt slaughter people by the hundreds and turn them into night creatures! And VAMPIRE DAD never tried to sacrifice me to fucking vampires! Abbot: WHO is vampire dad?! Alucard: Do I get a say in this? Annette: Hush 'Vampire dad'. They are speaking for you.

[rogers-attic]

THE RANDOM ANIMALS AND THEN THERES FUCKING KLAUS IM SHITTING MYSELF 😭😭😭

[eggos-esper]

Poor Maria 😢

[xysidhequeen]

the moon??🥺🥺🥺 there goes my freaking heart

and all of the brotherly bonding?? I'm ded

part 14 was so sweet 😭😭

The moon! Jason does actually want to take Danny to the moon because he knows he'd love it.

I loved writing the bonding. I love sibling bonds personally, a side effect of growing up an only child (I do have a brother but I didn't know that until I was 24) so I love writing them. I've been told I'm not half bad at it either, surprisingly.

I have treats today! Enjoy

💚

"He is." Nocturn's unsaid 'you should be too' hanging thick in the air.

"I'll sleep soon, Nox," Danny groaned, leaning into the affectionate hand ruffling through his hair. 

"You cannot continue to push yourself as you did in the Infinite Realms, bright star. There is not enough ectoplasm here to sustain you if you do not allow yourself rest," Nocturn lectured him, his deep tenor and smooth tone a tempting lure towards sleep that Danny was hard pressed to resist. But resist he did. 

[poetic-child-of-night]

Papa,

I never had a cognition of such before but today when i looked in the mirror i felt as if i was seeking something. maybe something profound i can write about, maybe something pretentious i can brag about, maybe i was looking for my own faults or maybe i was looking at a bleak 20 year old chap looking for meaning from nothing.

Amidst all these maybes i saw a reflection not entirely my own. It met my gaze with kinder eyes steeped in wisdom. It was a warm soul yet a cold exterior, a bold authoritarian with tenderness of a nurturing forest - a paradox, one might say.

It was reflection of days yet to come and yet of days that have gone by, much like the timeless rhythms of the river. Inside the mirror stood a man - blurry to my vision yet unmistakably clear to my heart. It embraced my blue with his somber simple arms. A perpetual radiant smile evermore brushed around as if his face were a canvas upon which the bold strokes of vibrant colors danced, like a meadow painted with the hues of lotus.

The man in the mirror bathed with the grace of moonlight, glowing even in the darkest hours. Someone with Shiva’s unwavering resolve interwoven with Vishnu’s playful innocence in his soul.

I looked at the man, we were moulded of the same mud and blood. I looked at the man long enough till tears swelled up. I beheld you, dear Father, with an intensity that brought tears to my eyes, tears of reverence, much like the sacred rain of Indra. I beheld the man who bore the weight of responsibilities and, in the same breath, offered solutions with unwavering resolve,

And yet, despite being etched from the same fabric, I knew our threads would forever weave tapestries distinct. Our tapestries, though similar in hue, would hold unique patterns, intricate designs born from the tapestry of experiences we called life. I may never fully grasp the tapestry you have woven, the struggles you have faced, the joys you have savored.

Our thoughts, though born from the same wellspring, might never converge, mirroring the paths we walk, ever diverging even as they run parallel.

But Father, know this, even if I cannot walk in your shoes, I see the footprints you have left behind

I looked at you just like you did for your father before. I looked at you just like you did for your father before.