#This feels more like a WIP

[needfantasticstories]

Day 8: “Why won’t it stop?” 

[Quantity over quality today]

Hyrule Field Hell

They all stood in the grass of Hyrule field, a breeze cooling the sweat from their brows. 

What had once been six guardians was now smoldering piles of wire, screws, cores, arms, and gears scattered between them and Hyrule Castle. The splinters of Wild last shield were scattered in the mix as well. Four gathered a collection of the cores and gears, and a few others followed suit. 

“I thought you said the guardians in this area had all been cleared?” Warrior leaned on his sword and tried to strike a relaxed pose; but a wince broke through his smile.

Wild put his hands on his hips, catching his breath like all the others. “I guess the monster patrols missed these. They’re, uh, not exactly well-trained fighters yet.”

Time joined Warrior’s laugh at that statement. Time surveyed the open fields for signs of more guardians, but only the grass and leaves gently waved. 

Looking at his exhausted companions, Time called, “Alright, boys, take a break.” 

They all collapsed into the cool grass. Time released and spread out his hair, and sighed at the relief of a soothing breeze over his face. Beside him Warrior groaned dramatically as Wind draped himself on their legs. Sky and Four were both dripping with sweat and struggling to catch their breath after climbing so many of the machines to stab what looked like an eye. They both had been especially protective of their shields, and were the last to adopt Wild’s parrying technique. 

The other four lay in a jumbled pile, too tired to find their own space as they lay down.

Four watched a cloud drift by, and let out a small giggle at how peaceful the world had suddenly become. The brassy outburst bubbled from his belly into hearty chortles. He grabbed his sides, cackling as his face grew red. 

Wind’s breezy giggles joined him. Legend smiled, and his warm voice spread easily over the group. Wild’s sonorous laughter followed, then Warrior’s clear tenor. Sky’s smooth baritone and Twilight’s gruff laughs deepened the chorus of laughter. Hyrule’s clear tones and Time’s deep bass completed the sound. 

A high beeping cut them all off. A red dot darted around the grass ahead of them, then swept closer and closer as the metal monster came into view, hovering in the air above them. The red dot swiveled and landed dead center on Wild’s chest. Two more fell on Warrior and Time and two more flying guardians appeared over the hill. 

Twilight glared up at the sky when more red lights appeared. 

“How–” Wild abandoned the question as they all scrambled to their feet, weapons back in hand, circling up.  

Eight flying guardians soared down from the castle. As more beams found targets, they circled and closed the heroes in. The beeping of each grew steadily faster, out of rhythm and terrible to hear.

“Shields!” Wild shouted, scrambling to grab a new one, but after their last battle he’d run out.

“Get back to the bridge!” Time roared, drawing his shield over Wild. The others hefted their own shields. Fresh off battling the larger ground guardians, they knew what to do. Eight heroes parried eight blasts, Wild taking cover, sending the blue blast hurtling back into the whirring machines. They rocked and dipped precariously from the damage wrought by their own beams. Two crashed into one another, sending a hail of flaming metal between them and the castle. But the way to their destination was much clearer.

Wild had his bow out and looked to Twilight, and the man prepared his shield. Wild shook himself loose, took a long breath, and ran. He leapt up onto the shield, and braced as Twilight shoved him skyward. Bow aimed high, he loosed three electric arrows in succession into the eye-like scanners. Two hit their targets, and the machines sputtered and crumbled as they fell; but one lurched in time and survived. Wild landed in a crouch and growled his frustration. 

Four red beams chased them, landing on Wind, Four, Twilight and Legend. 

“Pair shield and bows!” Warrior bellowed, and the others paired up. “This should be easier now that we know–”

“WARS!” Legend shouted from Hyrule’s shield, “Don’t jinx it!” 

Hyrule laughed, still giddy from Four’s earlier fit. 

His own bow ready behind Warrior, Wind nudged him with a small kick.

The soldier met the boy’s reproving glare with an eyeroll. “Ch! I can’t help that you’re both superstitious!”

“We can make it to the castle.” Wild shouted, running back to Time for cover. He fired another shot at the guardian that had escaped him, and this time it crashed close by, metal plinking against their shields.  

The beeping came faster once again, the guardians buzzing like massive bees above them. Their rays fired almost in unison. 

Blinding lights flashed as the heroes parried in time, and arrows flew after them. The four guardians burst and rained debris all around. They ducked under the shields until it stopped.

Wild lowered his shield first and stared in shock. Two more appeared from the east, flying fast, and on the hills behind them came four more on land. 

“Warrior!” Legend shouted, “Why did you have to open your big mouth? Look!”

Hyrule and Warrior laughed until they looked where Legend pointed. 

From the castle they could see two dozen large guardians scuttling towards them like spiders being hunted. 

“How?” Wild gaped, looking to Twilight as if he could answer, but his friend only shook his head slowly in confusion. 

“I’m sorry, Wild. Purah and Flora probably got out of there with their slates. Let’s go find them.” Warrior assured the Champion. 

Easy for him to say. His Zelda was a skilled fighter. But Zelda and Purah? He had to know they were okay! 

“Everyone! Back to the bridge! Now!” Warrior shouted. Twilight grabbed Wild’s shoulder and pulled him backward. Wild snapped out of his head and ran, passing the others to lead the way. 

At their pace, they might get halfway to the castle before the rogue guardians overtook them. 

“Why do they keep coming?” Wind shouted. “Is there some switch to make them stop?”

Wild shook his head. The bridge would hardly help them, but it was worth a shot. 

They ran for the massive bridge with brutal speed, but they hardly covered more than a few hundred yards before the second wave of flying guardians cut them off. 

Again, the red dots danced and jerked in their hunt. The heroes stopped and circled up. They’d never reach the bridge in time. Twilight turned and searched for Wild as everyone paired up. THe high-pitched alarms as targets were locked polluted the air all around. Twilight heard Time draw his shield, felt the press of his armor as he got into position so Twilight could fire once he parried the blasts, but Twilight didn’t see. He could only search for Wild. Something about the lights was wrong .

Then he found the familiar blue tunic and leather bracer. Three glowing red dots from incoming flyers locked onto his back in rapid succession. He didn’t know. Sky, shielding his front, couldn’t see. 

“Wild!” Twilight screamed. As Wild turned around, the rancher could see shock on his brother’s face.

Desperate, he pulled his clawshot and snagged the scanning eye of the guardian, planted his stance, and swung wide. The machine lurched sideways and whizzed overhead. He spun hard, and drew it around in the air until it crashed into another guardian. He retracted the clamp and both broken shells careened away, trailing smoke and landing exploding in purplish-red flames.

Sky swapped out his bow for a clawshot and aimed for the propellers and  as Twilight grappled another. The beeping grew frantic, moments from releasing their blasts. 

Time and Wild ran to cover Twilight and Sky. Chosen took out another propeller, and the ruined machine steered into the one behind it, and Twilight swunk his like a rogue kite, faster now as he found the hand of it. Time grabbed the chain and lent his weight, and the machine sped on its orbit with terrifying speed. The pair struck down each machine that entered its path until all but four remained. Blinding light flashed again as shields parried and arrows flew, and by the time the scuttlers arrived, no more hovering guardians remained. 

Twilight and Time collapsed on the grass, heaving for breath but grinning like madmen. 

Exhausted, they all caught their breath and chugged stamina potions from the stock Wild had given them, waiting for the running guardians to draw nearer. 

It did not take long. 

“WIld, what’s going on here?”

“I don’t know! Flora said there hasn’t been a blood moon since we last cleared them. I don’t know why…” He broke off as he hefted the shield Legend tossed him. 

“Legend… glitter?” Wild looked at him in confusion. The padding on the handle was a glorious shade of pink and the front was covered in green glitter.

“It’s from Hytopia. Just…don’t ask! It works fine.”

Four didn’t wait for the guardians to reach them. He ran in his pegasus boots to meet the closest one. As he ran, he tossed his boomerang at the one behind it, then dodged to the right. He swapped for a cane, and when he raised it, the guardian before him lifted into the air and flipped upside down. The boomerang struck the laser’s source on the further machine, and it tumbled to a stop. He slammed the raised guardian on top of it. 

Wild could not stop his cheer as Four ran beside his boomerang and caught it as he ran back 

“Holy Din, Four!” Legend laughed, mouth open in shock.

“Thanks for the idea, Twilight!” 

“Alright, scatter! We’re going to need room to fight!” Wild yelled.

Warrior wanted to demand they go in pairs at least, but the kid had a point. Speed mattered most, and agility. Still, he caught up with Time, and then ran ahead, chopping off legs to incapacitate, and when he looked back, Time had followed, finishing them off with his Biggoron blade. He kept an eye on Time, memories of a small boy and a white-haired deity flashing briefly in memory. Back then he’d been the one following reckless Mask. 

“Wild! What are all those?” Sky yelled, pointing eastward toward something Wild couldn’t see. “And there! ” He pointed south toward the bridge over Lake Hylia. But WIld couldn’t see what he meant before a sound caught his attention. 

Four shouted. Not a call-for-attention shout, or one of surprise. It was horror and pain.

The others watched in shock as Four, teetering atop a felled guardian, clutched his blackened chest. He fell to his knees, and a red beam from below tracked him. 

“Four!” Legend shouted as the hero slipped out of view, and raced like a flash to reach him. Wild, drinking a speedy elixir, did the same. 

Hyrule plunged his blade into the one he’d mounted and jumped high in their direction. He’d seen Wild’s scars. He knew it might be too late already. He rounded the last guardian before where his brother had fallen, and there he found Legend easing the small body to the ground. Hyrule ran to his side, and Legend dipped his chin to him, his face scrunched in fear and anger, and raised his shield. Hyrule understood: “You heal, I’ll cover,'' and he took Legend’s place. 

Hyrule watched Four’s lids close. No potions then. He held his hands above the blackened skin and gore. Hyrule was not queasy, but the stench of burnt flesh and seeing Four’s exposed sternum made the bile rise in his throat. Grateful once again that Legend had his back, Hyrule began the Life spell.

Wild was halfway to Four when at last he understood what happened; hundreds of small guardians scurried between the larger ones, like an ocean wave reaching between rocks on the shore pale and white with the sun’s reflection. They wove through and filled the plains. 

Four! Legend! He wished he had his own set of pegasus boots. Instead, he used the leg of the first guardian like he’d used Twilight’s shield–to spring up and leap over the little weapon-laden monstrosity entirely, landing safely on the other side. He repeated the maneuver, narrowly dodging a swipe from an ancient blade as he jumped. 

Two fewer between him and Four, but several dozen remained.

Wild scrambled to gather the fallen sword, ax, shield, and spear. He kept the last two in hand and leapt off the legs of the oncoming small guardian, and several beyond it. He didn’t have time to face each one, he just needed to get to the others and mount a defense. 

Twilight wiped the sweat from his eyes and parried yet another blow, but his timing was off and the beam cut aside, slamming into the body of another guardian. It turned and spied him. 

He hurried to the space between them, letting the targets lock, and as the sound rushed to a buzz he jumped clear. He rolled and pumped his legs hard to get away, but the blast still flung him face first into the grass. 

His ears rang, and he tried to blink away the temporary blindness that followed. He didn’t see or hear the small guardian clattering up to him.

He did feel the agony in his leg, and gaped as something sliced through half his thigh. He screamed, and turned to see a blue glow. A blue, sizzling ax dripped with his blood, and raised to slam into his leg again.

Gathering his wits, he rolled away, holding in his screams. He used a dead guardian to rise, and despite how the ground bucked and tilted around him, he held up his sword and shield. 

Time and Warrior reached Twilight together, Warrior slicing the ax arm off and Time cutting the entire thing in half when it turned a spear-clad arm toward his pup. 

Time knelt beside him, and Warrior held out a fairy tonic. Twilight had his hand halfway up to protest when he caught Time’s eye. It glowered, daring him to refuse the tonic. Twilight gulped, though whether from the pain or fear of his mentor in a moment of weakness he wasn’t sure, but he accepted it with a modest nod to Wars. They gave him privacy as he healed. He was glad. He didn’t want them to watch with pity as he grimaced while splintered bone and broken flesh repaired. 

“We’ve got to find Wild, make a plan, and get everyone out of here.” Time’s voice was so deep and fierce Twilight could feel it reverberating in his sword. “Let’s go.”

(To Be Continued…)

[hailsatanacab]

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."

[salamispots]

inhales I really like this color combo but not sure if I'm going with it haha

[lazylittledragon]

please continue with dadstarion if you want to. we lov him

don’t worry i don’t need to be asked

[trashmammal-7]

Odo WIP cause I need to start posting more art on here

[obsessedwithstarwars]

Bruce: How was your class trip Damian?

Damian: It was quiet and productive Father.

Bruce: I’m glad to hear it. What was your favorite part?

Damian: I learned how to escape an Iron Maiden.

Bruce: …

Damian: …

Bruce: Explain please.

Damian: A boy Drake’s age taught me how to escape an Iron Maiden.

Bruce: How did he have that knowledge?

Damian: He claims his family has a dungeon full of medieval torture devices. I believe he may require further investigation.

[majorproblems77]

Okay, so to put it simply I keep looking at my wips and getting all like, I need to do those so...

For every comment/like/reblog I get on this post, I'll write 10 words in a Wip.

As I hit milestones I'll give updates on my progress. :D

SO I dont die, I'll give you a time limit, that I'm not going to state for now. But ill reblog this at the point where I'm stopping it.

[bizarrelittlemew]

calling it right now that season 3 starts like this

[phereshift]

What Remains (of False Gods)

(Full text below).

Shang Qinghua's tongue is too big for his mouth. (Not too big, but too clumsy, in the way of spilling out words he can't afford). What can he afford? He can't afford anything. A few scraps of mercy, perhaps. . He is surrounded by grandeur, By metaphors and chandeliers. He never wrote them. He could invent them. He could be a god. . He is not a god. He is a man, or a candle. Dripping... burning... melting... He is not a candle. (He does not like the heat). But the cold... . The Cold... watches him over his shoulder making chandeliers out of what remains of him.

[mrtequilasunset]

Okay I've had this project open for like. Way too long now and I've hit a brick wall with it but i still would like to share what I have so here's this idea I've been mulling around about the disco skills being court jesters. I only have the psyche skills done but hopefully soon I'll have the inspiration for the others and also fully color these. Enjoy

[twisting-in-wonderland]

Silver + glasses = wise old man trope...

. this has been a wip for like. weeks - i had no energy left to finish it properly lol so i'm posting it as is-----

'bonus' (VERY. UNFINISHED- )

[io-lu-art]

*forehead touches*

[cold-neon-ocean]

some VashMeryl wips I've got in my stash

[mouse-postoffice]

some wips( some im gonna finish and some i wont)

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

AGH FASHION DESIGNER SUGURU AND MODEL SATORU W A NEW INTERN DESIGNER UNDER THEIR WING 😞😞☹️ - 🌺

WAHHHH I LOVE THIS 🥺🥺🥺 the pining and flirting and slowburn of it all… model!satoru and his favorite designer suguru geto, both of them undeniably skilled and born with an eye for fashion….. well-known and adored……..

designer!suguru who gets tasked with showing you the ropes, who’s always so patient and kind despite your inexperience. diligent with his teaching but also so laidback, so easy to talk to… he looks intimidating, but he’s so polite that you can’t help but swoon a little. and he admires your enthusiasm so much…… grows fond of you soooo quickly bc you’re just such a breath of fresh air compared to the divas he’s forced to work with all the time. he thinks you’ve got real potential and he wants to nurture it.

and ofc you end up running into model!satoru eventually…. bc he’s always hanging around suguru whenever he gets the chance. and he’s maybe a little jealous that you’re hogging so much of his personal designer’s attention, but… he also thinks you’re so cute . T_T like a little puppy following suguru around… so excited to be apart of what you’ve dreamed of for so many years……… he looks into your eyes and sees the same sparkle he had before he made it big, and it makes his heart race.

yeah . i’m just thinking abt the peaceful coffee breaks with suguru….. how he’d insist on paying for your drink, ”since he’s your senior” (he wants to be your favorite </3)…… and how he’d just be so protective over his little intern. don’t get me started on the close proximity with satoru when you’re taking his measurements, the glance and smile he sends your way during an impromptu shoot… the way he always calls for you with a sweet coo of ”how’s my favorite intern doing today?”

😔😔😔 yeahhhhhh. they make me feel ill.

[mantimae]

From the depths of the eternal WIP abyss I bring you stephcass gala fits