#look at their parents' names

[diveyne]

meta analysis regarding : judgment & justice.

for all of morgana's life, she's had a complicated relationship with judgment and justice. it's never been as black and white to her as it had been to her sister. morgana is the person who, in spite of all odds or anything thrown her way, will see the best in everyone and find the light within the darkness, because darkness, too, is not made of evil as the world paints it. morgana and kayle are ancient. perhaps not as old as runeterra or the universe itself, but they were not yet born when demacia was finding its humble beginnings as a small settlement before its eventual fruition into a commanding kingdom. their mother, mihira, journeyed to targon while pregnant with the twins, with their father, kilam, naturally in tow. kayle and morgana were born on targon, where they all lived for some time until kilam could not bear who mihira was becoming, consequences of becoming the embodiment of the aspect of justice, and the life it might mean for his daughters. so, eventually, he took the girls and fled across the sea to the blossoming settlement that would one day become demacia.

kayle and morgana were not so young when they left that they couldn't remember their mother, or didn't know her station or the magnitude of targon and its celestial weight. even without her in their lives, her influence remained. kilam would speak often of her, highly and with affection, to keep the memory of who mihira once was alive in their eyes. knowing her as the aspect of justice and what that entailed, however, became a heavy influence to both girls, but unbeknownst to them, the influence ran in a much deeper level, in the very ichor of their veins.

kayle studied the laws of the growing settlement with great attentive fervor, whilst morgana disagreed with how harsh the laws were towards new arrivals to the settlement. she understood, to some degree, the mistrust in strangers, but her family were refugees from war, too. they fled from not only the harsh world of targon, but the conflicts of the rune wars bleeding into shurima.

it's said that morgana is the embodiment of compassionate justice. she does not cast wayward judgment; she always takes everything into consideration, sees every side of every story, and is always willing to give everyone the benefit of the doubt. meanwhile, kayle is representative of blind justice in its black and white aspects, believing only in the harshness of strictly pure good or evil without nuance. to kayle, you are one or the other. there is no in between. she sees bad behaviors, like in the committing of a crime, and does not consider why. to kayle, a thief is a thief; it does not matter to her if the thief is poor and struggling to support their family of seven. she sees herself as the harbinger of justice, but her judgment and justice is extreme. morgana has disagreed with kayle's ideologies for all their lives, arguing with a wall forged of petricite, it seemed, as she tried to get her sister to change her increasingly hardened ways of thought. it didn't matter, though. as far as kayle was concerned, no one deserved a second chance. they met their judgment, they received their punishment, and that was that.

morgana doesn't believe the same. it is this level of thought that breeds corruption in the deepest roots of their system, but these are the roots demacia has been born with, roots that were nurtured since their inception, and as the years passed, it only grew more difficult to change. kayle was a stark reminder of their mother. they looked so alike, and their ideologies were so similar. there was no compassion, no kindness, no consideration towards the plight of those who were suffering. not everything was as simple as being black and white or good and evil. kayle never asked questions, she never looked any further than what she saw on the surface. she was cold and unkind and cruel, falling into the shackles of the laws and judgment that bound them, but morgana saw the world differently. morgana listened to people and their stories, because she could see the kindness in their eyes, all of the pain and the hurt and the suffering and anguish. even someone evil, who committed a sin most reprehensible, is given a fair hearing before she casts her judgment.

these traits within the twins were only amplified when their mother's sword fell from the heavens, igniting the sparks within their blood to awaken the dormant aspects of justice flowing deep inside, confirming morgana's every fear that they retained traces of targon from their time in mihira's womb. morgana resented her powers. they were reminders of the mother who didn't want them, the mother who cast them aside, and each and every day, she watched as kayle became more and more like mihira. though their powers eventually hailed them as the winged protectors of demacia, morgana found no honor in the title. she would use her abilities for good, for true justice, but watched in horror as kayle only became worse.

as demacia grew, kayle weaponized her status as a protector of demacia, enforcing demacian law to its harshest degree, down to every possible loophole to keep evil off the kingdom's streets, and morgana begged and pleaded for every innocent citizen's case. she was seen as a nuisance, and kayle's most loyal devotee came to arrest her. morgana killed him, and thus, the sisters were not, and could never again be, sisters evermore. they took to the sky in battle, and the force of their destruction lay waste to the kingdom below. it was in this strife that kilam, morgana's beloved father, tragically lost his life. kayle seemed cold and unfeeling, remorseless over what they had both caused. the sister gilded in laurels and the kingdom's praise turned her back on the other cast in a shroud of darkened sorrows, continuing from then on to serve demacia. morgana was written out from their history, forgotten, and demacia's people only recalled there being one winged protector of the kingdom.

in the shadows of demacia, morgana watched the oppression of mages and unfair law and judgment cast upon them for simply having the courage and audacity to exist as they deserved. they were all people — they did not ask to be born with magic in their veins. morgana could not fathom how kayle could blindly support and enable the treatment of these people when their stories were so similar to that of their own, but this was the kingdom kayle was raised into. this was the kingdom they both saw turn from a small settlement into a flourishing, powerful kingdom.

though morgana's justice remains as compassionate as ever, she fights demacian corruption, taking matters into her own hands because no one will bring them to justice to face the judgment they deserve.

morgana is not a judgmental person in that she will never judge someone for their situations, especially when it is one they were born into, situations they could have never predicted, leaving them with unforeseen circumstances they could have never dreamed of. her myth grew as the veiled lady, and it is her compassion and lack of cruel judgment that resonates with not only the mages of demacia, but other struggling souls of runeterra who desperately seek the comforts of the goddess and her blessings bestowed upon them to free them from whatever shackles that bind them.

i like to think that her legends have found their way back home to her origins in shurima, and even to places like ionia and zaun, as a beacon of hope to those in need.

[glow-in-the-dark-death]

Ghosts Tell Me

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Ghosts gather near the place where something bad is going to happen,

Danny with his ghost sense tends to notice before anyone else and tends to react outwardly before the danger even happens, gaining a reputation of seeing the future,

Ghosts also tell Danny things, causing Danny to know more about situations and the people around him, it comes of as suspicious.

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Danny pulling away a snack from his coworker: "Careful your allergic to these ingredients!"

Coworker: "How the hell...I've never mentioned that to anyone."

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Danny on a phone call with his friends while doing his nightly walks in Gotham: "Yeah so apparently the second Robin who is now Red Hood has very personal beef with the clown here cuz he got killed by him after being sold out by his bio mom, which really sucks for the poor guy."

Oracle who has been keeping an Eye on Danny cuz he's very suspicious from an outsiders pov: "Hey B, I think we have a problem."

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Danny notices that the ghost in Gotham tends to gather where something bad is going to happen, the more they are the worse the situation will be: *glowing smoke leaves from his mouth* "Yikes! Very bad vibes here, nope!"

Gothamites who at this point recognize him and know the drill and quickly pack up their things to leave:

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Just an Idea

[cesiscribbles]

More ineffable parents and the mystery baby!

[lazylittledragon]

modern au gale+cyra/dadkarios for soul healing <33

cyra should not have a phone her internet history would have her on a watchlist

[doctorsiren]

the doodles I did while flying back home today

[bluerosefox]

Family Resemblance

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I had another 11pm brain worm.

Enjoy

-x-x-

Daniel Wayne, the younger toddler brother of Bruce Wayne and the son of Martha and Thomas Wayne had been kidnapped the night their parents were murdered.

Daniel had been snagged the moment their killer heard people headed to the alley and Bruce in his state of shock didn't realize it until it was far to late and could only scream in horror (from everything) as his baby brother is crying his name. (If you wanna make it even more heart wrenching, make it Danny's first time being able to say Bruce's name right and/or Bruce had said some mean things to Danny earlier after he accidentally broke something of Bruce's, something like 'I wish youd go away' or 'I never wanted a brother, you're such a bother!')

Bruce is being held by Alfred as some police officers are chasing down the Wayne's parents killer while some stay behind to see if they could do something.

Minutes turn to hours and as they wait, praying the police at least found Danny, Bruce is ridden with guilt. From his parents death to allowing his brother to be kidnapped.

Eventually the police return to give Alfred and Bruce the news. And it's not good.

The killer escaped and Danny was nowhere to be found.

And it would take many years before he would be found.

-x-x-

Bruce gets a call from Damian during school hours one day. When he answers he is greeted with Damian demanding him to get to the school and explain himself.

Confused Bruce asks what does he mean and Damian responds with

"The two new students in class today are the spitting images of you and I father! Either they are poorly created clones or you have more hidden blood children!"

-x-x-

Meanwhile the very students being discussed are calling up someone too

"Ellie? Dan? What's wrong? You better not have made too much chaos already, I just paid for the uniforms for that place."

"DAD! I THINK ANOTHER ONE OF THE FRUITLOOPS FAILED CLONES SOMEHOW SURVIVED!"

"What?"

[bubblingsteam]

[ghostbsuter]

Danny had been around Gotham for a while.

The crime was never ending, but since Batman's arrival, it had gotten better.

The unmistakably CLANK! From around the corner had him jump, wary now. The man walks around the wall, eyes on the black car with— with Batman's symbol at the front.

A child sitting on the ground with a car tire next to him, the Bat Symbol a stark contrast to the shadows.

"Shit, kid. You're bold to rob Batman." Danny didn't really realise he was speaking until the kid looks up, spooked.

"What the fuck?" The kid was clearly of Gotham breed, yelps with a glare.

"I'm impressed," Danny doesn't give the kid the chance to talk, not with the way the tiny terror seems to be glaring and holding his wrench.

"You're quick, got eyes for details and know how to work around cars."

The suspicion in the kids eyes didn't lessen, having gotten up to press himself against the wall, eyes never leaving Danny.

"Here," Our local spook threw a card on the hood of the car. It was his business card.

"If you need income with far fewer risks than stealing from Batman, call me."

He didn't really wait to see the kids reaction, just leaving, bot before shooting a look into the sky the kid clearly caught.

As danny left, the kid looked at the entrance of the alleyway, back to the car, and then to the card.

They had talked for too long. Jason had to leave now, lest Batman actually caught him.

With one last look to the tires and the car, he leaves eith a scowl.

Just barely missing the man with the cape.

[canisalbus]

The juxtaposition of these two posts has me thinking it's Ear from the first post waking them up, and Machete is just like "...I'm really not pleased but I'm also not going to be angry because that's not what Ear needs right now."

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[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 218

“Moom, there’s yellow-eyed creeps fighting ninjas outside the window again!” 

Danny sighed, taking a deep breath- in for ten, out for eight- as he set the pot he was cleaning back in the sink. Dan- currently six- came running in from the living room of the apartment, where he was watching TV. Or he should have been if not for the bullshit outside. 

He sighed again, picking up baby Ellie- currently closer to two- out of her highchair (even if she could just float out) and let his oldest drag him to the window. Sure enough, another fight was happening, with no vigilante in sight stopping it. Look, he knew most people didn’t live here, but it was still rude. 

“Jordan, remember how I told you how violence isn’t always the answer?” Danny asked sweetly, Dan’s expression shifting to a wicked grin as he opened the window. “Feel free to practice tossing some fireballs while I clean up your sister, yeah?” 

Ah, the sweet sound of surprised cursing and startled ecto-signatures. Maybe they’d be polite enough to take their spar elsewhere. 

[teshiee]

the !! them!!! and random serpentine that arent any existing one particular

[gaywineauntsstuff]

Okay but imagine for a second

You’re Bruce Wayne, Batman

The richest, smartest man in every room you have walked into since you turned 20

Every bit of information is at the tip of your fingertips money, brawn and brains are no object

And then you take in a child

Named Dick Grayson

From the circus, who has the most flimsy proof of his existence you’ve ever seen with a birth certificate that looks too worn to properly make out the parents named without knowing them before.

No passport despite traveling all over the globe

No form of identification

So you give the kid an ID and everything is fine

He becomes Robin

Joins a team

Becomes nightwing

Runs all the teams

Becomes Batman

Runs himself into the ground

And then Dicks in his 20s and he’s sick

Really sick

It’s not viral, fungal, parasitic or bacterial

No one else you know has this

And he’s getting sicker

He can’t walk without help and spends all his days wrapped up in blankets fighting off never ending shivers.

He mixes up his brothers names and sometimes outright forgets some of the kids

He didn’t recognize Kori a few weeks ago and hasn’t remembered her since

So Everytime he blearily asks “who are you again?” They All answer with the knowledge that this might be the him decaying blue eyes don’t spark with recognition

The first time it happened it was horror and tears “an Oh my god! I’m so sorry I love you you’re my brother” over time it’s devolved into an “oh right…hi Jason”

And the doctors ask for his family history

Maybe. Maybe there is something that could save him, bring him back or stop this descent… this fall from happening to the most untouchable man that’s ever lived.

(Tim threw up after he saw Dick burst into tears, head resting on Alfred’s shoulder when he realized he couldn’t walk without help- they need to stop this)

So they dig

And dig

And dig

And nothing

There’s no evidence of the Graysons before John, the Lloyd’s before Mary.

Neither had been to a doctor anytime in the states at least

Bruce had redone all of Dicks vaccines once he acquired guardianship of him.

There was nothing

Nothing on his aunts or the uncle that was his namesake

There’s just nothing

Bruce realizes he doesn’t even know Dicks ethnic background. 1000s of tests he’s ran and he doesn’t even know if Dick has ever been to his parents home countries

They do every test they can come up with to try and fake a comprehensive family history

Mary Grayson was a fake name

So way John

They don’t know the real ones

Bruce finds out the mother of his son is Syrian and Romani and the boys first father is Afghani and Italian.

He finds out Mary’s father fled from Syria during the 60s and settled in Germany

He finds out that John Grayson and his brother were orphans together

He can’t even tell you which one of them gave Dick his blood type.

He knows everything

He’s the smartest man in every room he’s ever walked into

And he won’t be able to save his son

Because the boy who holds Bruce Wayne’s very heart in his hands knows that the best way to stay in the shadows is simply to show so little everyone will fill in blank spots with jarring inaccuracies so seamlessly they won’t even notice they did it.

They’ve called everyone

And Dick just keeps getting sicker

[crabsnpersimmons]

Y'all liked raincoat chibi!DCA, well it's been snowing a lot in my neighbourhood recently, which means it's time for...

Winter coat chibi!DCA

Expectation:

Reality:

[batcavescolony]

I see a lot of people upset about William Kaplan being dead and no one mourning him cus Billy stole his body and I just don't see it that way. The kid in Wanda Vision is Billy Maximoff, The teenager at the Bar Mitzvah is William Kaplan, the Teen that got taken to the hospital after the wreck is neither and both Billy Maximoff and William Kaplan. That Teen went home with the abilities of Billy Maximoff, to the home of William Kaplan, with memories of neither and lived there for three years. He cares about Rebecca and Jeff, he lied to the to protect them from pain, they are his parents. He wants to find Tommy, he has magical powers, he wants to know who he is. All of these things are true. I wouldn't say William Kaplan is dead he just doesn't remember, like Agatha wasn't dead when he was Agnes, she just didn't remember.

[bluerosefox]

Gray and Graysons

One of the Bats has a secret. Something they never told to the others.

They were so very young but they have memories of a sibling, so small and tiny. They remember the burst of warmth they had in their heart when they held the tiny baby for just a moment.

But they weren’t allowed to keep them, their family couldn’t raise them. Money was tight, just enough for three but not for four, despite their shows always bringing in a crowd it was getting harder and harder for the world to be wowed by them in the new age and their sibling was too small and tiny and needed to be cared in a single place than for them to be on the road. Their lifestyle was not good for his tiny sibling apparently.

They had to watch as their parents gave his sibling away to people in suits, them promising to give his baby brother to a loving family when they find a ‘home’ for him. He watched his parents try to be strong only for his mother to break down once the car left down the road, his father holding her and apologizing, the rest of the circus troupe all silently coming over to give the heartbroken family condolences.

Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson had tears running down his face when he last saw his baby brother.

A brother he got to name before he had to be given away.

Daniel ‘Danny’ Grayson.

-x-x-

Dick never told the others. If anyone dug deep into his past they might find his brother’s birth records maybe, if someone got around to digitizing the paperwork for him but given the fact he was placed in the US childcare systems just a few days after his birth and the fact that Dick was still pretty young they most likely believed he didn’t remember his baby brother now. Not after so many years.

But they were wrong, Dick remembers. And he kept the secret close to his heart and memories.

And the only physical evidence he had was a single picture of him holding his brother, a smile on his tiny face towards their father who had taken the photo of them together. When he had lost his parents, lost most of the things that connected him to them, to his past in the circus that had been his whole life, had been taken from him in Gotham’s ruthless childcare system, he held on tight to the picture in secret. Hid it away from anyone trying to rip it from him, hid it from Bruce when the man took him in days later, hid it from Alfred despite how gentle the butler was towards him. He couldn’t, wouldn’t risk losing his photo at the time, he hadn’t trusted anyone and by the time he did he didn’t have the heart to reveal it.

So yes, the existence of his baby brother Danny was his most guarded and best kept secret.

So that’s why Dick, as Nightwing, nearly died from a heart attack when leaving a Justice League meeting he spotted a familiar face among one of the new engineers working in the Watchtower.

It was like seeing a young version of himself. Only, Dick could see that the young man was more than a copy of him, so much more than a clone. He held many traces of John Grayson but also had a bit more of Mary Grayson than Dick did. Small details that Dick foggely remembers taking note when he had held his baby brother.

“Hey, hurry up with that report Gray!” Shouted the head engineer from down the hall, his hand beckoning the young adult to come over.

“Coming! And boss, I told you Danny is fine!” Danny shouted back before hurriedly leaving a stunned Nightwing.

[sunshines-child]

Circe, Witch of Aiaia

I have drawn Circe so many times and i've finally settle on a design that is largely different but I like a lot