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DPxDC - Subtle Signs
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Danny slipped through the shadows quickly, trusting the alarms to cover the noise of his footsteps. He still wasn’t fully used to having his wakizashi hooked to his back again after all this time. It was throwing off his balance. Subtly, but enough to matter. He had considered leaving it behind when he had to run (again). But seeing as he couldn’t exactly get rid of the...gift...his time with the Fentons had given him, he might as well keep the one from his time with the League of Assassins, too. Who would have guessed a sword from a literal death cult would end up being one of his least death-touched possessions.
He reached what remained of the entrance to the now fully crippled GIW facility and paused. There was something wrong. The smallest pressure in his ears, the faintest blur through the sky, the slightest feeling that someone – multiple someones – had entered his space. He crouched further into the shadows and mentally mapped out several escape routes.
What he wasn’t expecting was for one of those someones to drop from the sky. Nor for them to be dressed in bright colors, nor for them to be masked, nor for them to –
“Damian?”
The name was out of his mouth before he could stop himself. Directly between two blares of the alarm. Clearly loud enough for that someone to have heard, judging by the way they jerked into a fighting stance and stared directly at his hiding place. They drew a katana that Danny would recognize anywhere and leveled it at him aggressively.
“Show yourself!”
Two green slits appeared from the darkness next to the collapsed entryway. Damian tensed, shifting into a more agile stance and subtly tapping his wrist comm for backup. The glowing eyes shifted, as if the head they were attached to was moving. They inched forward toward the light but didn’t cross the threshold. A single hand extended from the darkness, clenching a long, thin sheathed blade. A wakizashi, judging by the length and curve, with minimal decoration on the mounting save for...
“Danyal?”
Damian dropped his guard, katana dipping to point at the ground in front of him. A figure crept into the light, taking up their own relaxed stance, sheathed blade still held in their off hand. Their eyes were bright Lazarus green, and their hair was subtly glowing white, barely visible under a hood. Their foot was slightly out of position, arm just barely low of where it should be, all still ingrained in muscle memory to perfectly complement their mismatched heights and Damian’s own style while fighting at his side. There was no doubt. That face was etched into his memory, his very being. He would recognize it anywhere. This was Danyal.
Then the wakizashi was drawn. Danyal’s green eyes flicked to Damian’s right in panic just as he heard the smallest crunch of dirt. He tilted his katana up in front of his face and raised his other hand to his side firmly, signaling Father and Grayson to stay back.
They did. But they spread out to better form a perimeter around this unknown (to them) armed (more than he seemed) potential threat (if he wanted to be). And they watched intently, ready to pick up on even the smallest detail. He would have to be cautious. His subtle head shift let the others know he knew Cain and Brown just landed on his other side. Danyal’s eye flick meant he saw them, too.
“How are you here, Danyal? You died.”
“You should know better than most, Damian. Death is not always final.”
Damian was off. Cass noticed it immediately. His stance was different. He was tense in a way she’d never seen him before. His words were hesitant, and when he did speak, his fingers twitched around his katana’s grip. He gave them a small flick with his hand, signaling for them to stay back, then took a step forward. The other boy – Danyal, she presumed – followed his lead step for step, never dropping his guard, even if his stance was slightly imperfect. His hands twitched even more than Damian’s.
Then he flinched and took a step back, eyes snapping to where Batman had taken a step forward. Damian scowled angrily.
“Stay back, Father!”
Cass hadn’t heard that much venom in his voice for many years. Nor had he ever broken codename protocol while they were in costume. Nor had he ever fidgeted or been this nervous. His emotions were strong, barely restrained, confused and angry and somehow eager. He wanted to charge forward, but for what she didn’t know. He was barely holding himself back.
The other boy was unfamiliar, so she had no reference. She couldn’t even see his full face. But he had to be even more nervous than Damian with the way his whole body squirmed minutely when his hands twitched. His anger was colder, deeper, an undercurrent compared to Damian’s storm. There was no confusion, not even at ‘Father’, but there was fear, a suffocating amount of it. He was unsure of himself. Wanting to charge like Damian, but wanting to run perhaps even more. The indecision left him rooted to the spot.
“Why are you here, Danyal?”
“Tying up some loose ends. You?”
“Investigating the destruction of government facilities on behalf of the League.”
Danyal tensed at that.
“The Justice League,” Damian was quick to clarify.
Danyal took that even worse. He curled into himself, the fear overwhelming all his other emotions, his eyes going narrow and glowing a brighter, somehow harsher green. Cass spared a glance back to Damian, whose twitching had spread to his non-sword hand now. Worry was breaking through both his anger and confusion. Movement out of the corner of her eye made her look back to Danyal, who had begun to slide back towards the shadows.
“Danyal, wait!” Damian stepped forward, and to her surprise Danyal did in fact stop moving. “Why are you running?”
He stopped twitching entirely and stared Damian down.
“I will not be taken by either of your Leagues.”
That was confirmation that he was familiar with the League of Assassins, perhaps a former member like Damian.
“The League of Assassins has been dismantled. I can guarantee the Justice League will not harm you.”
“Yet you are here on their behalf.”
“I do not understand, Danyal.”
He wasn’t alone in that. Cass risked a glance to the others. Steph was firmly at her side, waiting for a signal to get involved. Bruce was tense, confused but calculating, processing the apparent familiarity not just with the League, but with Damian and his identity. Dick was clearly confused too, but the concerned for his little brother was even clearer.
“There is much you don’t understand, Damian.”
“Then tell me.”
Damian’s hand gave the smallest of twitches before he charged forward at Danyal, who charged back as if he were expecting it. But this wasn’t one of his normal attack patterns. He was slower and more rigid. This wasn’t right. She raised her arm to Spoiler’s chest, stopping her from joining the battle, her fist clenched to signal the others to hold. Spoiler glanced at her, confused, but stayed at her side. Batman and Nightwing heeded her signal as well after taking a few steps forward.
Their blades clashed as they pressed together, faces nearly touching. Cass swore she saw Danyal’s lips move briefly before they pushed each other back, both already angling for their next attack. What followed was a set of perfect strikes and parries, one for one, back and forth, all much below what she knew Damian’s speed and strength to be. All telegraphed well in advance. Until Danyal pivoted unexpectedly, twisting directly into the path of Damian’s katana.
She saw Damian’s shock, his fear, saw him try to pull back his strike, but it was too late. Danyal raised an arm to shield himself from the blow that was about to cleave into his flesh, but he wasn’t worried. Wasn’t surprised or scared, just...sad?
The katana didn’t hit. A bright green armor plate flashed into existence on Danyal’s arm, and Damian’s blade bounced off it with a clang, vibrating through his arm and tipping him off balance. Danyal dropped his weight and kicked forward, hitting Damian in the chest and knocking him backwards much farther than expected.
Damian twisted in the air and rolled as he hit the ground, leaping back into a defensive stance. Cass saw no anger, just surprise and worry and more confusion. She stomped her foot and shook her fist, insisting that everyone keep holding back. This brought Danyal’s attention to her.
His eyes flicked over to pierce into her. She felt seen, and she couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran through her spine. He didn’t look at her with any emotion she expected, merely annoyance. He flicked his eyes back to Damian after sparing her a second at most, and then he was empty. No emotion at all. Nothing. Cass gasped. She felt Steph press against her arm gently, a question. She pressed back in response, still holding her fist. Steph placed a hand on her back, silently grounding her.
With Danyal not giving her anything, she shifted her focus back to Damian. He tilted his katana to look at the blade, which she could tell even from a distance had been greatly dulled where it had made contact with the phantom armor. When he pulled his hand away from his ribs, she could see small drops of frost fall to the ground.
“Danyal...when did –”
“I have never set foot in the Lazarus Pits.”
Damian dropped his arms to his side. Cass could see more shock on him now than any emotion she’d read on him ever before. He’d never left himself so open and unguarded at any time she could remember. Despite all that – or perhaps because of it – his hands kept twitching.
“How…”
“I told you, Damian. You don’t even understand just how little you don’t understand.”
Despite not reading any nervousness from Danyal – no emotions at all – his hands kept twitching.
“Then tell me.”
Damian’s voice was soft, more vulnerable than it had ever been. His off hand kept twitching in the same pattern, over and over.
“I can’t.”
Danyal took a step backwards toward the shadows. Damian stepped forward and yelled.
“Danyal, please! I want to understand!”
But he took another step backward, his own off hand twitching in the same pattern as Damian’s.
“Goodbye, Damian.”
Damian took another step forward and raised his hands to his side in a peaceful gesture.
“I will understand, Danyal.”
He switched to his first language, the one he had spoken as a child, and pleaded.
“I swear it on the first star’s light, on the first bird’s song.”
Danyal flinched mid-step. And his facade shattered. Emotions burst through stronger than before. Scared and exhausted and angry, but the tiniest sliver of hope pushing past the wariness. His head tilted up, letting the light pierce the shadow of his hood to reveal bright white hair that somehow shifted under its cloth covering. And his face looked nearly identical to Damian’s.
His flurry of emotions slowly, excruciatingly slowly, steadied as the tension in his body loosened. She watched him take a deep breath and let it out, emotions shifting into pure determination. His off hand twitched again and – no, not a twitch!
They had been signaling to each other.
And then they were charging again. Cass dropped her arm and wrapped it around Steph’s, who tensed at the two boys’ movement, but relaxed as Cass leaned against her. Batman and Nightwing did charge. It was clear they wouldn’t make it in time, even if Danyal’s speed weren’t obviously enhanced.
The boys flipped their swords to hold them backhand and twisted them such that the dull end faced forward. They collided harshly, sword arms clasping around each others shoulders. Danyal knocked Damian back a step, but they held each other tightly, neither allowing the other to fall. Batman and Nightwing stuttered to a stop several feet away and stared in surprised confusion as the boys raised their off hands to cradle each others necks and press their foreheads together.
“I missed you, Brother.”
#dp x dc#dpxdc#my writing#demon twins#or siblings#its not specified#a lot of this is based around lore i built up in my head#for this fic only#so feel free to make up your own#if anything doesnt quite make sense
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What a cute mother/son relationship 🥹❤
#avatar the last airbender#atla#aang#katara#kataang#or siblings#your choice#the Targaryens could never!
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Jonah runs hot like a furnace and would be a perfect man for hugs when you're freezing. Meanwhile, Lara is constantly cold, especially because she's always falling into cold bodies of water.
They're perfect for each other (siblings or romantic)
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Freakblr day six already? Damn!
Okay so, No idea if they reoccur, I don’t remember ever seeing them again, I dont know if they do, but these two little background sillies that appear in the background of the first tmf song, pretty sure within the first 4 minutes, I love them and they’re everything
#31 days of freakblr#freakblr month#tmf#the music freaks#idk who they are#i dunno what they do#but them#them#i love them#they’re a package duo btw i decided#cant seperate em#I dunno whether they’re matching alternatives#or siblings#dont say both guys 😭
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Ok so I have random designs for characters laying around with only brief summaries to give context. Because my head does the lil ' hehe let's make something ' thing and that is really nice sometimes.
So first of all, this lady right here:
She's kinda a mermaid but not really? See I had this idea where mermaid sightings are really ghost ladies that got thrown overboard. She's living her best life, and I had this idea where Skulker and her are rivals because he kinda took out her eye, so now she hates him. She's chaotic, I don't know if she's neutral, helpful, or enemies with Danny, but I like the idea of a ghost mermaid, so either way she'd be interesting. Maybe the ghost zone has oceans or something?
Next up, this guy:
So he's much more straightforward - I wanted a chaotic flame casino owner. Because it just kinda fit for some reason. So then I made him mayor of like - a fire city in the GZ. Which is also filled with all sorts of casinos, shops, cinemas, and the like. I felt like it would contrast the Far Frozen if a fire realm was very urban and has a sleazeball for a ruler. He's like if Vlad had a twin that wasn't obsessed with the perfect family, and instead just wanted to fuck around and find out. His entire thing is that he hates being bored essentially. He could also be either a help or enemy to Danny depending on how they meet I think.
But yeah, my two random OC designs I don't if I'll ever fully flesh out! I have no names for them, and don't know if I will, but I sure designed them, and I sure am happy with them! •^•
#danny phantom oc#dp art#danny phantom#danny phantom art#dp#dp oc#dp ocs#yall they kinda look like a couple#or siblings#they aren't#but they share an energy#they're both likely some flavour of queer like all the dp rogues really
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Extremely funny how many PJO fans are antis when the vast majority of the characters and canon ships are incest.
Pretty much all the demigods are related to each other and to pretty much all the gods lmao
#hey guess what#annabeth and percy are cousins#so are nico and will#and percy and apollo#and basically everyone else they're all cousins#or siblings#or aunts/uncles#or nephews/nieces#or a combination of those things#riordanverse#shipcest
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Why do adult-oriented shows never understand how kids work?
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ppl were drawing mikus from all over so heres habesha miku and her lil twin sibs rin and len!!
#this trend sparked so much joy in my soul#i saw many fun cute and silly mikus#i love drawing habesha clothes but a lot of them require small detailed embroidery that makes me go insane#this is why ppl use pattern brushes cuz damn i had to simplify everything basically#also im bad at writing amharic and tigrinya oops!!#this was fun it got me outta a slump i was in all damn week#interestingly... their faces look a lot like my siblings and i? i didnt mean to do that at all tho... huh#my art#hatsune miku#kagamine rin#kagamine len#vocaloid
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Couple + Sibling/relative third wheel is honestly an S-tier trio dynamic and I wish we saw more of this in media.
"You are my soulmate. We are forged together by battle and tears and love. Also my brother's coming along."
"Yo."
#i'm saying this as someone who's been both one half of the couple and also the sibling third wheel#thinking about Reidan + Jaime
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big brother duties are never over
#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#dunmeshi#touden siblings#falin touden#laios touden#posts for the first time in two years and it's a different fandom#dungeon meshi fanart
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Dungeon Meshi x Edmund Blair Leighton
Art by: felixoesinghaus
#delicious in dungeon#dungeon meshi#dungeon meshi fanart#senshi#chilchuk tims#touden siblings#falin touden#laios touden#marcille donato#delicious dungeon
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The longer thing I’m working on is taking a while so here’s a thing that took like barely any time.
Also did I subconsciously steal this joke from somewhere? It felt too easy, like I didn’t earn it.
#fanart#delicious in dungeon#dungeon meshi#laios touden#falin touden#touden siblings#siblings#need glasses
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IM FULLY LOSING IT FALIN LEARNS ABOUT THEIR MONSTER EATING ADVENTURES AND IMMEDIATELY IS LIKE "so what about fish-people? :3" AND LAIOS JUST "no the party didnt let me :<"
this right after they feed her red dragon meat whilst she is still unaware that her new body is.. made of dragon meat.... and laios is like "eh its probably fine ¯\_(ツ)_/¯"
Just
#aphelion.txt#dungeon meshi#dunmeshi#laios touden#falin touden#touden siblings#sorry for the dunmeshi spam. it will happen again
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Falin with Laois hair: Cute pixie cut!
Laios with Falin hair: HEEEEEEYEEEHYEEEHYEHYEH
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The autism siblings
#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#tragones y mazmorras#dungeon meshi fanart#my art#falin touden#laios touden#autism siblings#i love them so#i would make this into a sticker if i could
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