#chosen family au

[butterflyscribbles]

Forgot to post these here (and I have several more lil comics coming later too) but I have some sibling shenanigans based on @sha-biest’s adorable Chosen Family AU, where the boys and Splinter meet April and her mom Carol much earlier than in canon. They’ve each got their own way to say their big sister’s name as they learn to talk.

Bonus, the daily routine:

[happydragon]

Raph with his hands full of baba-doodles is a real weakness.

I'M DEAD

[bluerosefox]

To Protect Them

Another DPxDC idea with twins Danny and Damian.

'He knows.'

That was only message Danny received before he felt like he had dropped in freezing cold Arctic waters naked and felt if he remembered to breathe at this moment he would see his own breath, even though he had an ice core and no longer felt actual cold anymore, and for a moment the world around him faded into nothing.

No sound, no touch, not even smell.

Nothing.

Then like a supernova, everything around him exploded.

Everything was too loud, to strong, his skin felt hot and cold at the same time somehow. The feeling of dread crawled up his body.

He needed to go.

Run.

This message was his only warning. The only thing his birth mother could send him in regards of help. He knows it, he knows she can't do anything else but this. He also knows she wants to do more but in order continue to be the eyes and ears inside of the hellhole he once called home, a place he both hated and feared yet somehow still loved if only for the memories of his mother and brother, she could not do anything more.

"Hey Dann-o! Anything good in the mail today!?" Came the loud voice of Jack Fenton, his adopted dad, from the doorway. The same man who took one look at a muddy, dirty, tense, untrusting, almost fully feral little six year old Danyal al Ghul who held onto his only daughter hand when she dragged him home after finding him behind the Nasty Burger looking for food, and decided point blank that he was now a Fenton. That Danny, Daniel was his son as if he always was.

Danny could feel his lip tremble when he realized if he ran, if he booked it out of Amity now, the people he loved, the people he would happily die for, would be targeted. It wouldn't matter if he faked his death, or just left with no warning and never contacted them ever, ever again.

They would be killed for just knowing him.

For their deaths would be his punishment.

Danny could feel the rest of the mail in his hands, the ones he had went outside to get before breakfast cause his mom asked him to, fall out of them, the only one staying was the message from his birth mother. He took in a shaky uneven breath and turned around.

His face no doubt was pale, paler than it normally was, and his body trembled, and Danny had no doubt that despite all the training he had learned when he was in the League that even if he brought it out and pretended he was fine, his dad would be able to tell something was wrong.

Because his dad's happy cheerful face shifted to a concerned worried frown, a frown Danny hadn't seen in a few years, a frown that was common when Danny would wake in the middle of the night screaming, begging, or cursing in his native language or when he would be spooked enough to reach for a knife. But even with those moments the man never ever found fault in Danny, instead he would lower his voice and speak softly to Danny, waiting until he calmed down before asking if it would be okay to touch or hug him. Then he would sit with Danny for hours, keeping his normally loud and booming voice soft as he talked about random things, like family fudge recipes and how they came to be.

"Danny?" Jack asked softly as he took a small step forward, one of his hands lifted up as if asking permission to reach out.

Danny wanted nothing more than to rush into his dad's arms and hide in his large frame. Hide from the world around him but Danny knows he didn't have time, none of them did.

He took in one more breath and could feel his body stop shaking, his mind no longer chaotic, and his nerves steeling up. For the first time in a long, long time, he wasn't Daniel 'Danny' Fenton anymore.

He was Danyal al Ghul again.

"Dad. Get mom and Jazz into the GAV. Now." Danny ordered, his eyes narrowing as he clutched the message in his hand tight.

His dad knew something big was going down.

And he trusted Danny enough to do so quickly.

Danny closed his eyes as his dad ran into the house, yelling for Maddie and Jazz to get into the GAV. Danny opened them when he could feel the message in his hands slowly being covered in ice and knew his eyes were now glowing green.

He didn't have a lot of time. He needed to get his family, Tucker, and Sam out of Amity.

He needed to get them someplace safe.

He needed backup. More than his family and his friends.

He needed-

Danny nearly jumped when he realized who he can call to help.

In a flash he took his phone out of his pocket and quickly dialed a number he barely liked calling but needed to do so at this moment.

He waited, it felt like ages and it was agonizing, before the person on the other line finally picked up.

"What do you want-" came a somewhat same but rougher sounding of his voice but Danny cut him off.

"Dan, he knows." was the only thing Danny needed to say because he could hear the sharp intake of breath.

"Get them here now." was the order.

"Already on it. Is Ellie and Vlad with you?"

"Yes."

"Good. We'll be there shorty. Keep them safe."

"And then what?" Came the gruff question.

"Then... Then we'll prepare and call in Father and Damian. We need all the help we can get."

".....He won't be happy... About everything. Our... your fake death you know."

".... I know. But hopefully Father and the rest of his batclan will keep him from lashing out too much, especially with civilians and innocent lives on the line."

The two, Danny and Dan fell into a silence for a moment. Danny could hear his dad trying to hurry his mom and Jazz into the GAV despite their questions

".... Explaining all of this is going to be a shit show isn't it." Came Dan's voice after a couple of minutes.

Danny winced because yeah, not only explaining his actual past as Danyal al Ghul to the Fenton's, Tucker, Sam, and to Ellie, and Vlad but also having to explain his new life to his birth father and twin brother, a brother who thought he was dead, was going to be a hell in a handbasket.

"Yeah... it will be." Came his only response as he heard the GAV starting up and the garage door opening. Dan must of heard it over the speaker phone and said "Get Sam and Tucker and get here soon. No stops. We'll fortified Vlads dumb place in the meantime."

Dan didn't wait after that and instead just disconnected the call. Danny removed his phone from his ear and quickly pull up the group chat he had with his friends, sending them a quick message to meet him now. He used the code they had set up incase the Fenton's didn't take to him being Phantom well, he never had to use it since they took the news good, well as good as one could be after finding out their invention had half killed their son and that they had been hunting his ghost side down, but since this was important he needed them to be ready now.

He frowned as the Fenton GAV pulled up towards him and knew that what happens next would be...

Stressful.

[stars-obsession-pit]

Danny got out.

Danyal al Ghul was created by the League of Assassins alongside his brother Damian.

Created, not born. Though they were both grown in the same lab, Danyal always felt the status quo. Damian was the heir, the real son, the one they cared about. Damian got to be a person, the one for whom human terms like “born” would fit.

Danyal was just the extra. The bodyguard to die in his brother’s place and a spare should he be lost.

And Danyal died.

Shed his old life like a snake’s skin and vanished into the bustle of a crowded city.

They would tell Damian it was a mission that went wrong. A failure, like Danyal always was.

But Danyal would call it his first real success.

Danny Fenton loves their new life.

Jack and Maddie, for all their unsafe work practices, care for them. That’s far more than their blood “family” in the League ever did.

Far more than they felt they deserved for the longest time.

So when their brother reached out, tried to reconnect as if they were normal siblings instead of born tools, is it any wonder they lashed out, told him to never come back?

Danny got out. Danyal is dead, one ghost Danny is happy to put down forever.

[starrypawu]

the stickfigure gijinkas are fighting supervillains holy!!!!!

some fanart for this fic called "Super Sticks" made by @dynamic-k !! its a superhero au and i have been enjoying it so far! though i did kinda wing it for the designs since im not sure on their outfit details and also their hair- so i mixed it with my designs !!

close ups below:3

[wat-zu]

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁Blue hour. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ .

It's dangerous to go alone, here. *gives you TCO and TSC sibling bonding for the road*

If it's hard to read, just click on the alt text. Anywhizzle, peace ✌️

Also, nickname guide for the sibs

[jesncin]

J'onn and Ma'alefa'ak land on Earth and meet Dr. Saul Erdel and his daughter Melissa. While J'onn can quickly learn languages through telepathy, Ma'al learns english and ASL (+ BASL) from scratch. I like the idea of the martians' finding a home in the Black community, and having their reference point for humanity to come from a Black family. The brothers eventually move out to live in their own apartment, but they keep in touch with the Erdels :)

[seleneprince]

Regardless if Eris marries Nesta out of ambition or love, one thing remains the same: He doesn't push her to have sex with him or get pregnant. He's not a saint, but he's decent enough to prefer when a woman actually WANTS him before sleeping with her.

Nesta was raised to see children as another duty to fulfill once she married, and after Nyx's birth, she has some heavy feelings about pregnancy, and she tells Eris that much. He respects it and agrees to wait until she's ready, until she genuinely wants to be a mother. When they sleep together, they both take precautions and make sure to not take risks.

Eris has no problem arguing with Beron if the man tries to pressure Nesta into giving them an heir, making it one of the few times he actually fights his father back. And that's the first time Nesta imagines herself having kids with him because seeing him standing up like that for her sake made her feel things

If they get married out of love, this process is even smoother because they just enjoy their time together by going into a long romantic honeymoon, away from everything. Eris has brothers after him, so it's not like he needs to conceive a child urgently, and Nesta always wanted to see the world first. It's only years after their marriage that they finally take that step, because Nesta begins to imagine her own family with Eris really often and the man is downright having a baby fever because of Elucien's kids.

The moment they start trying, they barely take breaks from it. They take this matter very seriously. Nesta falls pregnant within the month and gives birth to twin daughters.

[almostthursdayy]

cringe death note oc posting what’s new

BIG PIECE of mello & my dn oc, M, more info about her right here 😈😈⤵️⤵️

i love her sm and i WILL talk extensively about her the second i’m given the chance. she’s literally the reason i got into death note so everyone say thank you M!

[threepandas]

Bad End, Chosen: Part 4

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The Cycles never "loaded" back in at quite the same point. It was something I had noticed, though I had only suffered a few of them so far. It was like the God's were hoping "Chapter" to "Chapter", fickle and easily bored, trying desperately to find something NEW.

It made planning all but impossible.

Where... where was I?

A simple room. A suitcase before me. Loading or unloading? I held a robe in my hands. Painfully familiar. I had worn them for years. The highly protective robes of Mage initiates, at the Magic Tower. Meant to work as armor, life support, even... God's forbid, an emergency beacon. They were hideous. Function over form.

I could cry, for how deeply I loved these ugly robes.

No one had EVER been able to figure out how to style them properly. God's know, we had TRIED. But when The Dark came? This ugly, ugly things? These long complained about hand-me-downs? Oh... oh they had saved so, SO many student's lives.

Such tiny little things. Pulled from the rubble, still breathing. All because of these chaotic, gaudy, terribly comfortable and so deeply loved, old robes. T...They truely were as hideous as I remembered, weren't they? Blocks upon blocks of overlapping stitches and patches, too many colors, as though the tower was too stubborn to throw as single thing away.

We were.

We... we NEVER leave anything or anyONE behind.

Packrats, all of us. Such terrible hoarders. But... I looked around. It did not tell me the date. Was I leaving? Joining the tower? How old was I supposed to be? I pulled on my robes.

It felt like coming home. Like balm against the raw nerves of my still fragile mind. I felt old. Brittle. At... at terrible odds, with my young skin. I wondered if this was how she felt. The woman, the poor girl, that came before me. Before she broke so badly even the God's could not force her to perform. I did not want to admit I understood the impulse.

Ah, there.

I had once, what felt like lifetimes ago. What WAS lifetimes ago. Bought this very calander. It was cute. Little fairy dragons danced upon the edges, delicate and joyous. They were, of course, incorrectly drawn. The artist had never seen a real fairy dragon, only heard of them. I had seen some during the war.

People forget that neither the Fae nor Dragons are sweet or gentle things.

They were... Awe inspiring. In the oldest sense of the world. "An overwhelming feeling of reverence, admiration, and fear." I believe the text defined it. Like living starlight and glass, sung poetry and water. They were the fury of long dead gods and the vengeance of beings who were divine unto themselves.

They removed an entire MOUNTAIN RANGE before they fell. Burned and reduced to molten earth, an entire inland sea. They died like STARS. Violently and with a force that destroyed the void itself. Consuming all that dared stand in their shadow.

Ha. And people think they're CUTE.

Ah...my mind is wandering again. I try to concentrate on the calendar. My... my mind doesn't want too. Oh dear. That's... that's probably a rather bad sign, isn't it?

Opening my eyes at the beginning of the cycle had brough such... CLARITY. As though my head had been held under murky water and finally, FINALLY, I was able to scramble free. But... much like the drowned... I felt something like a high. Adrift. Without my anchor. I wanted my Gran-...

NO.

I grab the dresser before me. Hard enough my knuckles go white. My wide eyes focus far away. Seeing without seeing. Hyperfocused on the woodgrain before me. I am my OWN anchor. Feel the magic in your veins. The push and pull of the world. We are not his slave! Not his PET, to keep and cherish. A toy on a shelf.

I am a PERSON.

I DEFY MY FATE.

A cheerful knock at the door to my room. My eyes finally focusing on the date. Fuck. Moving IN, then. I do not know if I can act "normal". I... I will have to try. I can not unclench my jaw, but with great force of will, finger by finger, I release my grip on the dresser. Stand up. Glance up into the mirror.

I look like I am some hateful little thing, vowing some ugly little vengeance. Perhaps it is just my face. The way anger and spite only barely holds my bleeding edges together. My fear. I...I look like I am about to cry.

What a wretched child.

I try to force a smile.

It looks hideous. More ugly grimace and deep disgust then "oh, Master, how pleased I am to see you!". Fuck. When did I become so broken? A knock again. More hesitant. I breathe deep. I can not do cheerful, then. But...I... I can do nothing.

My face slides into an emotionless mask. Blank. Like a doll. Vaguely pleasant but meaningless. How damningly familiar. Gran-... HE reduced me to this in the end. A few steps. Almost distant, robotic, movement. And I open the door to a once familiar face.

"Learner." My Master smiles, awkward and uncertain. He had not wanted a student. I forced his hand. I know now I never should have done so. He was not ready. "Are you, um, settling? In? I know it is quite different from the life you once lived, but I promise. I will tale care of you. Well figure this out together."

Oh, Master.

I...I wish I could weep. I had forgotten this lie. How deeply I had once believed it. It was a child's promise, from a man who grew old but never, truely, grew up. I was to be failed again and again. Had once given him chance after chance. Because I had believed his words. My eyes feel hot. He looks panicked.

"Ah! W-what did I do? Was that wrong? Please don't cry?! Oh no! Uuuuh-!"

"Well THIS is a record. Not even a day and you've made the child weep." Comes a terrible voice. No. Please, Gods. Not so soon. "Here I am, come to greet my precious Grandlearner. And what do I find? My student, tormenting a child."

My Master sputters defenses of himself. Not even noticing that his own Master did not call him Learner. All but disowned him before me. My fear howls like a deafening beast in my ears. But... cowering? Will not... can not save me. Turning my head is almost painful, with how tightly my muscles have tensed.

That is not the look of a man who does not recognize me.

He remembers.

Alaric Blight stands in truely magnificent Tower Master's robes, as though he has every right to be there. Respected. Beloved. A legendary talent, the likes of which have not been seen for lifetimes. ANYONE would be HONORED to be in his presence. After all... he is a man who holds the world at his feet.

He is a monster.

"Hello Grandlearner," he all but purrs. Stalking forward to loom, as only an adult CAN loom over a child. The power difference between is even greater now. I can not even count myself an ant before him. I... I can not breathe. "What a delicate little thing you are. Utterly precious. And so SMALL! You certainly have a lot of training to do, don't you?"

His hand reaches forward to cup my cheek, sparks of deadly magic dancing lazily across my skin too finely for Master to notice, but not so fine I can not FEEL. It is a subtle threat. A little reminder. Not a single soul in this tower is safe, so long as he is here. All it would take? Is.. Just. One. Touch~

"I'm sure you'll BEHAVE for your Master, WONT you, Dear? After all, he only wants what's best for you. And a darling child like you, Grandlearner? Should be cherished."

"He's right." My Master said, clueless to the monster he let so close. Who so very dispised him. "But... but Master, I'm not sure, well, HOW exactly..."

"Oh don't worry, student of mine." Alaric Blight, monster of my nightmares, hummed in a laughable mimicry of pleasantries. "I'll be with you EVERY step of the way. How could do anything less? We'll train my darling Grandlearner together."

A terrible grin.

"Leave everything to me."

[butterflyscribbles]

Please I need to see Teen Raph and Teen April laying like this! 🙏😩

He can’t quite come bounding in like he used to bc he’s too nervous about hurting her but they make it work❤️💚

[starsha-k-luna]

I noticed Baby April has the same plushy that Carol gave Raph in “Mom I can Explain” Comic

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[wisteria-lodge]

hullo i got what if scenarios and was wonderin if let's say the malfoys are on the light side, and there is a prophecy that draco is the chosen one and lucissa doesn't end up dead in the beginning do you think that lucissa would want draco to be the chosen one and have the fate of the ww on his shoulders? (for this scenario i was simply wonderin how you'll think lucissa and severus will react)

and what if they are actually on the dark side but draco still is a chosen one, how do you think lucissa and severus react and what would they do

Oh man, if the prophecy Dumbledore heard and Snape overheard referred to DRACO? hold on I bet I can rewrite it real quick ~

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have long aided him, born as the sixth month dawns... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...

Severus immediately knows this talking about the Malfoys' kid (Narcissa is still pregnant.) He tells Narcissa and Lucius.

There is absolutely no debate or discussion. If either Draco or Voldemort has to die, they're going to protect Draco with everything they've got.

Lucius calls his Gringotts representative. Tell him to liquidate everything and move as much money as possible into off-sea accounts, like, yesterday.

Narcissa, heavily pregnant, grabs the Diary and Severus and takes them both straight to Dumbledore. She's not going to to be happy until one (preferably both) of them make an Unbreakable Vow to protect her unborn child.

Narcissa says she's relocating to St Mungos, using her pregnancy as an excuse. Really, she's locking herself down under the Fidelius Charm. Lucius is secret keeper. She decides to stay in of of Mad-Eye Moody's safehouses. He can stick around as a body-guard.

Lucius goes straight to Barty Crouch Senior, who is kinda running the show at this point. Actually, because he's good at people, Lucius makes sure he tells his story while Crouch's much more sympathetic wife is in the room too. He starts with, "I know what your son's been doing, but he's not in too deep, not yet. Do exactly what I say, and we can get him out."

Severus stays with Voldemort as an inside man. He does his spy thing, and feeds info to Lucius and the Ministry + Dumbledore and the Order. They start co-ordinating efforts. Death Eaters start dropping like flies.

Voldemort realizes the Malfoys took the Diary with them when they defected. Flies around checking on all the other horcruxes like he does in Book 6. Realizes that the Locket is also gone - and reads Regulus' taunting letter about how he took it and is about to to destroy it. Voldemort retrieves the cup and the the ring, and takes them back to base to protect. Severus relays this information, and now Dumbledore is 100% sure that Voldemort is using multiple horcruxes.

Severus poisons a bunch of Death Eaters (including himself, to avoid suspicion) and frames Bellatrix. After all, she's the link here. Her sister and her cousin both defected, and at about the same time too. The incidents can't be unrelated, it must be coming from her. Might not she be feeding information to her cousin, Sirius Black? If Severus is able to steal Hufflepuff's cup and replace it with a forgery, that would absolutely seal her fate.

Voldemort freaks out, kills Bellatrix. Severus is out of there in the chaos, and he's got the real cup.

He tells his story back at base. Sirius realizes that if Regulus told anyone what he did with the real Locket, it would have been Kreacher. Kreacher just straight up *has* it. Dumbledore brings the Cup, Diary, and Locket out to the hut-on-the-rock, and blasts the whole thing with fiendfyre from the air.

Down to just the Ring and the Diadem (but he can't *get* to the diadem.) Voldemort is panicking. I think at this point he just runs - kills any Death Eaters that are left alive because they know too much.

... with the possible exception of Barty Jr. He's useful, he's a true believer, and he's the only one powered-down Voldemort *really* trusts in Book 4. I think Voldemort does something creepy though, like tell Barty Jr. to cut off his own arm so he can replace it with one of those loyalty-enforcing silver arms, like he did with Wormtail.

Voldemort and Barty are probably making plans to run and hide: Maybe track down Flamel and the Philosopher's Stone, maybe track down the Resurrection Stone. This is made harder by the fact that Lucius Malfoy froze all the Death Eater bank accounts, but I think they manage.

BUT Dumbledore lures Voldemort into the Hall of Prophecy, and uses the prophecy about the newborn Draco to get Voldemort out into the open. He can absolutely still do this even if he's made an unbreakable vow to protect Draco - his reasoning goes that by forcing Voldemort's hand now, when he's weak, it's actually much safer for Draco than waiting until he's built up his power base again.

Voldemort starts to become obsessed with Draco. Everything started going wrong once *Draco* became a thing. He sends Barty to safety with the ring, and goes to find Lucius.

Lucius gives up the location of the house where Narcissa and Draco are - but it's a trap. The Order and the Ministry are there waiting for him, and Narcissa and Draco are long gone. Sadly, I don't think Lucius makes it out of this one. I don't see a world where Voldemort doesn't kill him. But, since he did go to his death willingly and didn't *have* to die - that's Lily's love protection magic, protecting Draco.

Barty Crouch Senior sends the entire might of the Ministry after his son, and I do think is able to track him down and retrieve the Ring. I think Barty jr is captured and is going to go to Azkaban... when the silver hand kills him, preventing him from revealing any of Voldemort's secrets. The Ring is destroyed and Crouch comes out of this with his political career intact, and probably becomes Minister of Magic.

Draco grows up absolutely aware that he is the Chosen One, and is absolutely insufferable about it. Eventually does come across Ravenclaw's diadem (the final horcrux) while attempting to fix the Vanishing cabinet because he and Harry are trying to sneak into Knockturn Alley. Writes to tell his mother that Professor Quirrell is walking around with a very suspicious limp and a very ugly turban. Also something is killing the unicorns in the forrest, and maybe Mr. Potter and Mr. Black should check it out.

[discordiansamba]

aang, katara and sokka's furious debate over whether or not aang should do something about this giant wolf spirit that apparently keeps kidnapping kids and transforming them into wolves. that kind of sounds like something the Avatar should be involved with, right? and sokka and katara just shrug. they'd never even heard of the legend until they arrived in the earth kingdom.

sokka points out that zuko and toph both seem pretty content. katara counters with the fact that they both think they're wolves. and don't you remember how weird zuko acted when the moon spirit died? back in the north pole? I'm pretty sure the spirit did something to their brains. they don't even remember they used to be human half the time.

sokka and aang just grimace. yeah, that's... pretty freaky when you put it that way. but obviously they remember some stuff, right? like, they're all pretty certain the old man zuko is searching for is his uncle, right? maybe if we find him, he can give us some advice!

(iroh voice: no, you're right. the great wolf spirit does manipulate the minds of those she transforms.

aang, who was really hoping to NOT have to deal with a giant wolf spirit that's almost as old as koh: ...but it's like. consensual, right?

iroh: no. they have no choice in the matter.

aang: ...but she's been doing this forever, so the past avatars must have left her be, right?

iroh: actually, they would frequently petition the great spirit to return the children she took. I believe in your absence she has been left to run rampant over the earth kingdom for many years.

aang: monkeyfeathers.)

[littlebigmouse]

Something about AU Vander telling AU Powder she's "too smart to spend her life in a bar" vs telling AU Ekko (as far as he knows, anyway) that he thinks he'd be "running this place soon" makes the latter almost seem like an insult.

[wat-zu]

Hollowhead siblings 💥💥💥💥💥💥