#talia mas be so proud

[onnahu]

No bc you say that Damian's a future doctor.

I say he's a future nurse.

The thing is, if he'd be an ER nurse he'd actually lose all hope in humanity and quit after his third case of fully grown adult human inserting themselves with things they shouldn't into holes they shouldn't. That'd take him 2 months max. Then he'd become a nurse in pediatric kardiology where he'd just take kids's blood and make them feel better by telling fun facts about animals.

[brucestalia]

fine china and fresh linen ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

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Richard never thinks of Talia as his mother—not once. The thought is so distant, so outlandish, that the mere suggestion of it feels laughable. And yet, despite himself, he does.

It’s his first birthday without his parents. The day feels stretched thin, heavy with absence and grief. Almost a year has passed since their loss, and Bruce, restless and uncomfortable in his own skin, becomes insufferable in Talia’s shadow. Still, she lends a hand to Alfred in preparing the celebration – a small kindness.

This is supposed to be his special day, though it hardly feels that way. He is the centre of attention—regretfully so—later that evening, when Gotham’s socialites close in on him, their chatter grating and their hands insistent, pinching his cheeks, as though he were a doll to admire. Across the room, Bruce plays the perfect host, leaving Richard stranded.

Stranded, but not alone. Talia stands beside him.

He hears it then—a whisper, faint yet cutting, from one of the women behind a champagne flute: “That must be his mother, then.”

His face tightens, a sharp protest forming on his lips. He is ready to snap, to declare with all the certainty of a child scorned, “She is not my mother—”

Talia speaks first. “I am not,” she says.

Her voice is steady. Her smile is gentle and deliberate.

“–but I would be proud to be the mother of a boy like him.”

For a moment, her gaze lingers on him, and in that moment, she sees herself reflected back—a child manoeuvring through dens of serpents, learning to navigate their venom – to survive.

The memory imprints itself on him.

The next time he finds himself drowning in the relentless tide of Gotham’s elite, their questions and attention pressing down like a suffocating weight, he doesn’t hesitate. He grits his teeth, gathers his courage, and with a breath, he yells across the room:

“Mom!”

The word cuts through the noise, sharp and deliberate, turning heads and silencing whispers.

Talia answers without hesitation.

Jason knows Talia before he ever knows Batman. She is a familiar figure in the shadows of Crime Alley. Her presence is peculiar—so starkly out of place in that world of grime and despair, grace amidst its squalor—yet she extends a kindness he doesn’t question. She buys him a meal once, and clothes another time.

Unlike Dick, Jason doesn’t wrestle with the notion of another maternal figure in his life, at least not for long. He doesn’t need words to accept her; the connection forms in the quiet spaces between them.

When he rises from the Pit—shattered, unmoored, consumed by anger—hers is the first face he sees. Her arms encircle him without hesitation, anchoring his trembling frame. His voice is a whisper, hoarse and broken: “Mother.” She holds him tighter, voice softening, as if caressing his fractured soul. “My son,”  is all she murmurs.

In the time that follows, Jason is never far from her side. He clings to her presence as though it might hold him together, trailing her like a shadow through the winding halls of the League’s base. He lingers at the training grounds, watching Damian’s lessons as if tethering himself to her and his younger brother will mend the jagged pieces within him.

At night, he and Damian slip into her bed, wordlessly demanding the comfort of her presence. She humours them, weaving stories or singing lullabies until they drift to sleep. 

Sometimes, even Ra’s joins them. These moments become their solace, a reprieve from the chaos of their worlds.

Years later, when Jason graduates from Metropolis University, he spots her in the crowd. To anyone who will listen, she declares, “That’s my boy.”

At family dinners, when Jason speaks through a mouthful of food, Talia scolds him. His only reply is a long, drawn-out protest, tinged with fondness: “Ma.”

She is nothing like Catherine or Sheila—neither in temperament nor in presence—but to Jason, it matters not. She is his mother in the ways that truly count, and that is enough.

Tim Drake is the son of Janet Drake. Once, Talia had crossed paths with his mother, briefly and inconsequentially, moving in the same polished circles of Gotham’s elite. It was a fleeting overlap, ending the day Talia left Gotham and its hollow grandeur behind. Tim, even as a boy, was curious—keen-eyed and observant—traits she had noted from a distance.

As the third Robin, Tim has never thought of Talia as a mother. Not because of animosity, but because their lives have rarely intersected. Her father, the Demon’s Head, may be an eccentric sort of grandfather to Bruce’s expanding family of wards.

Talia, however…?

It happens, though, on one unremarkable day, that Tim Drake finds himself in the custody of the League of Assassins. He has exhausted his repertoire of excuses, each one less believable than the last. In truth, he really should consider drafting new ones if he plans to keep infiltrating League strongholds.

He doesn’t need another lecture on Workplace Safety. Nor on the Art of Reconnaissance. Certainly not on the Principles of Stealth. He has heard them all before — and could probably teach the lessons himself, at this point.

Tim Drake, however, is resourceful. Ingenious. When one approach fails, he adapts. And so, he thinks. He recalls how the shadows of Crime Alley seem to recoil when Red Hood’s mother walks through its desolate streets. There’s an unspoken reverence there, an instinctive fear.

Perhaps, he can channel that.

“My mother will be extremely displeased by this,” he announces, his voice steady with the confidence of someone who knows how to bluff. “I suggest you put me down at once.”

The assassins, cloaked in their dark robes, offer no response. Their expressions, hidden behind layers of fabric and discipline, are impossible to read. Tim isn’t sure if they are ignoring him or simply unmoved.

Undeterred, he escalates. The next few moments are filled with increasingly dramatic threats about the consequences of holding him. Dire consequences, he insists. Yet the Head’s throne remains unoccupied, and the only figure moving through the quiet, menacing halls is Talia herself.

This is ridiculous, Tim thinks. It’s a desperate gamble, one destined to fail. At least Ra’s isn’t present to witness this debacle—that, at least, spares him one humiliation.

He hesitates, takes a breath, and then drops to his knees with all the exaggerated sorrow he can muster. He tilts his head upward, letting his expression shift into something fragile, almost pitiful. The moment stretches unbearably before he forces out a single, hesitant word:

“—Mom?”

There’s a pause, heavy and uncertain. Talia’s expression flickers—amusement, disbelief, perhaps both—and then she almost laughs. The sound is soft, unexpected, and even the guards falter at its rarity. She straightens, her voice steady as she speaks.

“Child.”

It’s not a rebuke, nor an affirmation. Just one word, delivered with an authority that leaves no room for argument. And it works.

The guards release him, and Tim stumbles free, a mix of relief and bewilderment washing over him. His ridiculous, last-ditch effort had succeeded.

A small, triumphant smile tugs at his lips. 

Dick Grayson would be proud.

The Weapon knows the woman as the daughter of her father’s master. The Daughter of the Demon. But the boy—another weapon, like her, wasn’t he?—calls her Mother. The little boy does, too.

Mother. Mom. Ma’. Ummi. The boys use a variety of names. At first, it’s bewildering. She doesn’t understand why or how the words differ, or what significance they hold. But slowly, patiently, she learns. She begins to understand what names are—what they mean. And one day, tentatively, she calls her that, too.

Talia greets it with a gentle smile, a quiet acceptance that feels as steady as the earth beneath her. Each time the girl steps out of her shadows to trail them through the grand halls of the Palace, Talia meets her with the same warmth. Each time, she draws the girl closer with gestures that speak louder than any words could.

With Talia, she begins to unlearn the singular language of Death that has defined her life. She learns new ways to exist. She sits still as Talia braids her hair, fingers deft and calm. She watches how the woman wields a blade – as if the weapon were an extension of herself.

In return, Talia trims her uneven locks with care, and matches her strike for strike in the training grounds.

Her name is Cassandra Cain, and she is the daughter of David Cain. That is what Jason says, and Jason is rarely wrong. Yet, not long after she encounters the Bat of Gotham, Jason tells her something new. Batman, Jason says, is his dad.

Cassandra thinks about this—about names, about connections—and she decides. She has a Father, a Mom, a Dad, and a Mother now.

And she has brothers, too. Jason and Damian, as fierce as they are fragile, who look to her as much as they look to her protectively. She is their older sister, after all.

Contrary to popular belief—or, rather, as Gotham’s intrusive media likes to suggest—Stephanie Brown is not Bruce Wayne’s daughter. She has a perfectly capable mother and a father – villainous, though –  he may be.

The connection between Talia al Ghul and Stephanie is tenuous at best. Beyond the shared reality of their fathers as frequent adversaries to the Bat, and their unexpected alignment with his mission, they seem worlds apart. 

Yet, there are two unlikely threads that bind them: a mutual appreciation for combat and an unlikely love for waffles.

This peculiar common ground has grown into a ritual, one partly born of Cassandra’s boundless enthusiasm for uniting her two favourite people. Every time Talia visits Gotham, they observe "Waffle Day." Different diners, different flavours, but always the two of them, sitting across from one another in a quiet corner.

At first, Stephanie participates out of politeness, persuaded by Cassandra’s infectious excitement. Yet, over time, she begins to anticipate it, drawn in by Talia’s genuine joy in the simple tradition. Talia’s demeanour surprises her—unexpectedly happy, in those moments.

It is an odd juxtaposition: the formidable Daughter of the Demon savouring syrup-drenched bites, warmth disarming.

Talia is nothing like the woman Stephanie once imagined her to be.

So, on those days when Bruce becomes insufferable, as he is prone to do, Stephanie finds herself reaching for a name she never thought she’d use so naturally – to toss the name ‘mother’ in Talia’s direction.

“Whatever, B. Talia was always my favourite parent, anyway ,” she quips, rolling her eyes with exaggerated flair.

The comment halts Bruce mid-sentence. He stares at her, his train of thought completely derailed, while Stephanie revels in his rare moment of speechlessness.

She never expected it to work so well—and she’s not entirely sure why it does.

Duke Thomas can’t quite understand why everyone refers to the mildly (well, maybe more than mildly – seriously terrifying?) intimidating assassin lady as ‘mom’. It’s a curious thing – it feels like one of those unwritten rules, a secret initiation he missed. By now, he’s too frightened to ask, the confusion only growing with each passing day.

What he does know is this: she’s Damian’s mother. That much is indisputable. And, from what he’s observed, she might as well be Jason’s, too. That’s obvious, written in the way they interact – in the subtle authority she exudes when she’s near them. 

There’s a certain logic to it. 

If he’s already calling Bruce ‘dad’, whether in jest or sincerity, why not extend the title to her? 

Over time, he sees it—the steadiness of her presence, the quiet strength (a grounded resilience that feels maternal in its own right) she lends in crises. Whether on patrol or in moments of chaos – she is there.

Duke watches and learns,  even if he still can’t quite reconcile it with the notion of her being ‘mom’.

And one day, without thinking, he calls her “Mom.” It slips out casually, but when she doesn’t correct him, something in him settles.

Barbara Gordon never calls Talia ‘mother’, not once. 

It isn’t out of resistance or pride, but rather because their connection exists outside titles or familial ties. For Barbara, Talia has always been a constant presence in her most defining moments.

When Barbara was Batgirl—when she had her legs, her agency, her life intact— it was Talia’s shadow that sometimes loomed just out of sight.

Everything changed the day Barbara lost her legs, the day everything she had known about herself, her identity, and her strength was taken in an instant.

It was a brutal moment, one that shattered her in ways she had never expected. Then, Talia returned, not with pity, nor empty words of comfort – but, as a lifeline in her reawakening.

When Barbara found her strength again, rebuilding, rebuilt herself from the rubble of what she thought was lost – Talia knew the soundless might required to rise from the depths of despair.

And so, while Barbara never calls her ‘mother’, she understands, as only the Oracle can, that Talia's role in her life is beyond words. 

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while the results of the poll are far from out yet, i'm extremely grateful for the overwhelming amount of votes on it!!!! this prompt was in the lead when i last checked (by a whopping majority lol), so here it is :) quite frankly, this was marinating in my drafts for a while. this is soooo self-indulgent (>_<) headcanons galore as always, this is also posted on my ao3, brucestalia ! :D

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[fanaticalfantasist]

Baby Ezra (Alfie Solomons x Reader)

Masterlist

Alfie was bursting with joy, he had a son. Another male Solomons had been born, Alfie was holding him in his strong arms. This little boy was going to be so loved it was insane, he was so proud at this moment. (Y/N) was sitting up in bed, trying to keep her eyes open. She was exhausted but with Alfie sat next to her holding little Ezra she couldn't help but smile broadly.

The stomping of small footsteps up the stairs made the parents look at eachother sharing a slightly worried look. Talia had been waiting for this moment, but she was conviced that she was going to be getting the little sister she dreamed of having. But in reality she was about to be greeted by a little brother, something she'd be very unhappy about.

(Y/N) cradled her new baby in her arms as Alfie went to collect the impatient little girl from the hallway. "Now you lisen' to me lil one. You gotta be careful with your ma right? She's sore. You be gentle ok?" Alfie warned Talia who was sat on his hip, she looked a little worried. Her little brain was going very quickly, she was worried her mother was poorly.

"Is my sister here?" Talia asked her small hands on her father's bearded cheeks.

"Well abou' tha' lil one. You ain't got a lil sister. Mum had a lil' boy. You've got a lil brother Ezra." Alfie explained as he set her down on the double bed. Slowly Talia crawled up the bed looking confused, she was certain it was going to be a girl. No one had said otherwise to her. So it was fair to say that she was confused. Crawling closer to the bundle in her mothers arms, she eventually tucked herself under her mothers arm peering down at the baby.

His little hand reached out and gripped on to her finger, a little gasp left Talia's lips. "Papa look! He's holdin' my hand" she said in awe making Alfie and (Y/N) laugh.

"That's becuase he loves you my dove" (Y/N) explained to the little girl, "do you want to hold Ezra?" (Y/N) asked a little girl who nodded so much it looked like her had might just fall off her shoulders. Alfie quickly stepped in making sure that Talia was secure on his lap with a pillow over hers to support the little solomons.

"He's so small papa" Talia whisphered once Exra was in her arms, "Look at his little nose, it's so small" she squealed in excitment. Trying to keep her legs from bouncing up and down too much. Alfie leaned over to look at his wife, pressing a kiss on her lips. "We did good love. we did good".

[purple-goo-writes]

Young and Beautiful Part 2

Taglist: @clumsy-owl-4178 @myazael @woe-is-me0 @midnightmode @t1dwarrior-of-earth @stainedglassm

@catthhay @dorkus-minimus @maskedpainter @waffleyunsure @marinettepotterandplagg @demonicbusiness @mystery-5-5

@justafanwarrior

I've seen the world, lit it up As my stage now Channeling angels in a new age now Hot summer days, rock and roll The way you play for me at your show And all the ways, I got to know Your pretty face and electric soul

Will you still love me When I'm no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me When I've got nothing but my aching soul? I know you will, I know you will I know that you will Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?

He didn’t see her again until three years later after he took in his first ward, Richard Grayson. 

He didn’t know how she knew that he needed her support or how she was aware of his new ward, soon to be adopted son. All Bruce was aware of was of the fact that his shoulders finally released the tension he had not been aware that he was carrying when he came up from the Batcave after Dick’s first patrol and felt her familiar and welcoming calm aura. Even Richard noticed the distinct change in his guardian’s demeanor once they exited the Cave and entered the manor. And though the young Robin didn’t necessarily feel the new aura of calm permeating the Manor, he certainly does relax the moment he steps out of the Cave and feels the tension he had carried since his parent’s murder leave his own body.

It felt as if he was finally coming home and not just coming back to the house he inhabited with his guardian and the butler. 

Bruce could only watch in awe as Marinette breaks through all of Dick’s walls and within a week he walks in on Marinette holding a crying 12 year old boy as he finally griefs for his parents. Not long after that Marinette joins them on patrol as PopinJay using the fixed Peacock Miraculous.

Her suit looked like an odd mix of leather and spandex, a deep dark blue with black accents with some dark green detailing here and there; black gloves with blue fingers, black boots with blue heels and a dark blue domino mask with green detailing that mimicked feathers. Attached to her waist was a partial skirt that mimicked peafowl tail feathers with an ombre effect- starting black before fading to dark blue then green at the tips. Her hair was put up in an elegant bun pinned in place by two golden peafowl quils and held in a holster around her waist were two steel fans tipped in gold that when spread resembled two beautiful yet deadly fans of peacock feathers.

“Why the Peacock?” Batman enquired with a raised eyebrow while Robin squealed happily as the preteen danced around PopinJay taking in her suit.

The masked woman snickered softly, her lips tugging into a small smirk, “I figured it would match well with your theme.”

Bruce should not have been surprised about how flawlessly she joins into their routine and patrols. Marinette had always been able to adapt to any situation easily after all. It was something that the Guardian was still trying to teach him how to do.

She would pop in randomly over the years that followed, always seeming to know when Bruce and Dick needed her the most. She was a part of their small family after all and Bruce’s oldest friend. It was why he did not protest when Marinette whisked Dick away to the Temple to train after he and Bruce have a fight again when Robin talks about heading out on his own and becoming his own hero, outside of the Young Justice. After all he was turning 18 soon and was outgrowing the Robin mantle.

“Just because he is growing up, doesn’t mean he no longer needs his father, Bruce.” Were Marinette’s parting words before she left with Dick for Tibet.

When they returned a year later, it was to a relieved, if sheepish, Bruce who had just returned from patrol with a very angry preteen in tow dressed in a new Robin suit. Instead of feeling threatened, Dick grinned, causing Bruce to sigh in relief, “So does this mean I have a little brother now?”

“How did you end up adopting this one, ma nuit noire?”

“He stole the wheels off the BatMobile.”

“Only you, Bruce, only you.”

A month later, Dick became Nightwing after a conversation with Superman when the young man asked the super if his culture ever had vigilantes after Dick moved to Bludhaven. With the alien’s permission, he took up the mantle of Nightwing and officially passed on the Robin mantle down to his younger brother, Jason. Bludhaven gained a vigilante and Jason gained a new confidence with his older brother’s approval, not that the angry teen would admit it.

PopinJay made return to Gotham to help train the new Robin. Bruce was surprised, though he shouldn’t have been, at how fast Jason took to Marinette. The former street kid would even slip and call her Ma now and then, especially when the peacock heroine was being extra motherly. That Bruce wasn’t surprised about as Dick would, and still did, call Marinette Mama Bird. He tried not to dwell on how much his heart warmed at the thought of Marinette as the boys’ mother figure. Especially not when he was currently dancing around Catwoman and their odd relationship or his thing with Talia Al Ghul, who he knew disliked PopinJay greatly. Though his relationship with Talia ended when she drug him.

It was after a routine patrol when PopinJay came sauntering back into the Batcave carrying a confused, if exited, little nine-year-old boy with dark hair and bright blue eyes dressed only in his pajamas and holding a camera. The dark blue haired woman was smiling motherly down at the little scamp in her arms as Tim babbled excitedly about meeting one of his favorite heroes and how he couldn’t believe that MDC was PopinJay.

“PopinJay, what is the meaning of this?” Bruce growled in confusion as he turned from the BatComputer to address his partner, who simply giggled at his attempt to intimidate her. 

“Bruce, come meet your biggest fan.”

 “PopinJay!” 

“Oh, don’t be a stick in the mud. He already figured out our identities from Dick’s quadruple somersault.”

“He what? But, how?” This had Bruce intrigued as he stalked close to the woman, who was practically the mother of his sons, taking in the sight of little Tim, “He is the Drake heir...what is he doing out so late?” The fact that he was still in his pajamas without shoes on brought the father in Bruce to the forefront went without saying. 

Jason watched all this with a sigh and grumbled, “I’ll go tell Alfred to get a room ready for him.” Looks like he would be sharing his Ma with another brother...He best tell Dick about Tim, Jason just knew their parents (Marinette was their Mom no matter how oblivious Bruce was to his feelings) would be adopting the boy.

And wouldn’t you know he was right, somehow not even three months later Tim was now Tim Drake-Wayne due to his parents being found neglectful in a hush-hush trail. Dick was ecstatic about having another little brother to dote on and even Jason was happy to have a little brother, having grown fond of Tim during all the times the youngest Drake stayed at the Manor or BatCave when his parents went out of town on one of their frequent business trips. 

If Bruce wasn’t already thankful for Marinette’s presence in his life, he would have been after Jason ran off to track down his birth mother after finding out that Catherine was not his mom. He understood that Jason simply had questions he thought only his birth mom could answer, but it still broke Bruce’s heart that his middle son thought he would not help him find the woman. If it wasn’t for the multiple trackers he had placed on Jason, he would not have known that the young Robin was in Ethiopia of all places. Batman wouldn’t make it in time to save Robin, but he knew one person who could. 

It was the only time his composure had came so close to breaking as he called Marinette and begged her to save their son. Batman arrived just as the building went up in flames and would have broken down if not for PopinJay informing over the comm that she had Jason and that they were at the Cave. Unfortunately, Jason was in critical condition and had slipped into a coma by the time Bruce made it back to the Manor. After a long talk, it was decided that Marinette would take him to the Temple to heal and recover. Tim would be taking over as Robin in his absence, though the 12 year old wished it was under different circumstances.

Marinette kept Bruce updated on his status using the communicator he had given her. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that he cried when she called him and informed him that Jason had woken up. Jason and Bruce had a long discussion when he was fully coherent, thankfully Jason understood why Bruce gave Tim the mantle and even asked him to inform Tim that he had his blessing to be Robin. This talk was also the first time one of his sons’ called him Dad.

“Dad, I don’t think I can be Robin anymore, anyway...I think it’s time I branched out.”

“Will you be using a Miraculous?”

“No, Ma asked, even said I would be a good fit for the Eagle, but I turned her down. I want to make my own way without fancy powers.”

“You know we will support any decision you make.”

It was two years after that that Jason fully recovered and returned to Gotham as the vigilante, Red Hood. Thankfully, Marinette talked him out of that outrageous helmet and helped him design his new costume, his suit he wore had a red hood attached to it and he wore a red metal face mask with a black domino mask. He still managed to keep the leather jacket though. Even if Bruce frowned at his use of guns, at least the rounds were mainly tranquilizers, the Bat was proud of his son.

Tim made an amazing Robin and detective. Though Bruce was suspicious when Marinette would disappear with Tim to train him in secret or take him to the Temple. But, it was Tim’s choice and if he choose to join the Order, Bruce would support him. Marinette loved their sons equally, but Bruce knew she was closer to Tim.

He was thankful for Marinette being there for him when Barbara joined the team as Batgirl. Even more thankful for when Stephanie joined and then Cassandra was adopted. He was not sure how to handle daughters and the girls having a positive female role model relieved him greatly. Even if he did get a few grey hairs now and then from some of their more interesting purchases.

Talia dropped Damian on Bruce when Tim was 16 and had just become co-CEO of Wayne Enterprises, after both his older brothers refused the position. (Dick was now a Cop in Bludhaven and Jason had taken over Security for the WE.) Bruce was still reeling from the shock of finding out he had a blood son and Talia just dumping the ten year old on him without so much of a by-your-leave. Bruce had finally put his past with Talia and Selina behind him and finally moved on when this happened. He was unsure how to process this new situation. Though after stopping Damian from killing/attacking Tim once again, he knew what he had to do.

He called Marinette.

Bruce isn’t sure what she did or said to his youngest son. But after whisking Damian away for a few months at the Temple, the child that came back was changed. Still the same arrogant cold ex-assassin, but he had started to open up to his family and follow his father’s code of honor. Though, things were still shaky between him and Tim, the older boys were all amused when Damian bluntly asked them why Father hadn’t proposed to Marinette, or Mère as he called her in French, yet.

“Because Dad is really, really oblivious to his own feelings.”

“He’s a fucking idiot.” 

“Jaybird!” 

“What? You know it’s true!” 

“Little ears, Jay!”

Damian turned to his only intelligent sibling, and most dangerous outside of Cain, "Drake, I presume you have plans ready to set in motion?"

There was a reason he considered Drake his highest threat to his position as blood son. Ra's had stated time and time again that he wished to induct Tim into the fold, one way or another. Many times his grandfather had stated this when he found Damian's own performance lacking, making comments on how the young Detective would have done things. Drake had plans within plans, a mind like a steel trap mixed with a twisted maze and a tenacity most assassin's would envy. It was why Damian grudgingly respected the teen, even if he would rather bit his tongue off then admit it.

Tim gave his youngest sibling a rather maniacal grin, some of his Red Robin persona (A mantle he took up recently) shining through, "Oh do I."

Unfortunately, their plans to trick their parental figures into realizing their feelings would have to wait.

Because Darkseid came and Bruce was gone...

[offtopicoverload]

What do you think the female lis’ families are like? I feel like only the guys talk about their families, with the exception being Talia talking about her parents and brother I don’t think any of the other girls do at all

hi anon thanks for the ask, hope my headcanons make sense

Talia:

pretty nuclear family, an older brother, her mum and her dad

her older brother’s maybe 4 years older or so, not enough that they never saw each other but enough that they didn’t really meet in school or anything

and that’s definitely why she meshes so well with the Jake even though they have like 6 years between them, shes used to the gap and hes really similar to her brother anyway, both goofy but sweet when they need to be

she definitely really close with her mother, i know its mentioned that they look just like each other, but i think that dialogues universal for the S1 LIs

and her mum owns a salon, right?

thats definitely why she takes such good care of her hair, her mother always did when she was little and encouraged it, complimenting her on it and styling it whenever she wanted

and she worked at the salon when she was a teenager and it was summer, working the front desk or cleaning up, sorting products, that sort of thing

its definitely a different story with her dad, hes pretty traditional and didnt take her coming out very well

it ruined things between them for a while and made it hard for her to visit, she only saw her brother at his place and her mother at the salon, but after LI, if shes with MC, he eases up a bit when he sees how happy they are

shes so open about her sexuality, especially on the show, because she doesn’t want any other kids to feel alone, she knows how much it sucked when she was a teenager

if she ends with MC, her mothers there at the finale and just showers MC in compliments and comments about wedding bells to mess with Talia

and her brother loves teaming up with MC and Jake to tease her 

the first time he met Jake, Talia thought they’d get married on the spot cuz they just meshed so well

her dads wary at first, but once its clear that MCs not going anywhere, maybe he catches them talking about him or something and just being vulnerable with each other, which is something Talia never was with him, he starts welcoming MC more, buys her flowers or something the next time they visit and annoys Talia because he didnt get any for her

Allegra:

ive been headcanoning for a while that she has a really big family and an awful relationship with them

her parents got divorced when she was little, maybe 3 or 4, they both remarried, her mom got divorced and remarried again, so she has a ton of half and step siblings, but no full

because there were so many kids in whatever household she was staying in at the time she kinda got lost in the crowd, which is why shes so desperate for attention on the show, she never got any when she was younger

and no matter what happens on the show, her parents dont call her or come to the finale, the only person that says anything is the one step sibling shes close with

they're about the same age, maybe 8 months to a year apart, and were glued to each others side when they were tweens

but they live really far apart and her step sister couldn’t make it to the finale, so they barely see each other which makes them drift apart a bit

if MC runs away with her after the reunion, she gushes to her step sister and they get closer again, to the point that her sister moves in with her for a job a year or two later, maybe right before quarantine if MC doesn’t so they don’t go insane

MC and her sister get on well and always call her Leggy just to watch her get mad, and they’re the only two people that can get her to calm down when shes pissed, her anger being another side effect of being ignored as a kid

the only way she got attention was if she threw a fit, and eventually that frustration just stuck around

but she gets better when she gets closer with her sister again and after the backlash from the show dies down, which it does pretty quickly when her and MC announce their relationship since she was the fan favourite

she never really introduces MC to her family, it just doesn’t make sense to her, but MC drags her along to a few weddings and holiday parties until Allegra’s dad introduces himself to her like its the first time four events in a row

she gives up after that, and Allegra’s perfectly fine with it, she’d rather keep their relationship between them anyway

Marisol

like Talia, she has the same family dynamic - an older brother and her parents

but her brothers only a year older and their relationship is a lot tenser

her dad always encouraged competition between them - if one got a good mark on an exam, the other was expected to match or do even better, if her brother got an award, Marisol was expected to get it a year later, that sort of thing

she doesn’t really talk with her brother outside of formal or family events, there’s still a lot of tension from their teenage years between them, but Marisol’s too proud to admit it, and her brother is too

and she’d never admit it, but the whole reason she’s in law school is because her father wanted her to, and she was just lucky that she enjoyed it

and again, like Talia, her dad didnt take her attempt at coming out well, he just flat out denied it, told her she’d meet a nice guy and settle down, that is what just a phase, all that shit

neither her mother or brother stuck up for her, which pissed her off a bit and just made things worse

her mother was never that involved in her life, never seemed that interested unless she was getting perfect marks and competing in dance competitions

and because she was so focused on her studies and work, she never had many friends and has honestly always seen them as a waste of time

its why she has no problem shitting on Lottie’s girl code, to her it just never made sense

so most of her friends end up being from the show and MCs friends if they’re together, and shes not big on family events, her immediate family isn’t either

but she is really close to her abuela on her mum’s side and an older cousin on her dad’s who’s gay and shes always related to 

she got really excited to introduce MC to them, and her abuela made a whole array of food for Marisol, MC,  and her abuelo and her abuela cooed over MC for ages

her cousin bought them drinks and made them tell him stories from the Villa, and afterwards pulled Marisol aside and told her he was proud and approved of MC and it made her really mushy and she hated it, MC wouldn’t let go that she cried in the cab for ages

her brother and her mother were never particularly rude to MC, but her father definitely was cold and distant and disrespectful

she got pretty pissed after that, telling MC off for ever encouraging to go and shouting about why that kind of thing was the exact reason she kept her distance

her and MC definitely has some issues after that for a while, and she shut her dad out until he gave a halfhearted apology, but her cousin and abuelos helped her feel better about her family situation

Elisa:

her parents aren’t together anymore and her mum had custody of her most of her life, even though she struggled to raise her and her sister

she didnt know her dad that well until she was a in her late teens, but regardless of all the lost time, they still have a good relationship

makeup and art was an escape when she was younger, and even when her mother was exhausted after working multiple shifts, she always encouraged her and helped her improve or just told her she loved it

her mum was her biggest supporter when she started the whole influencer thing, and her favourite thing to spend her money on is things for her family, like flowers for when she visits her mum or a new phone for her younger sister

they’re seven years apart, so she never had that close of a relationship with her when she was young, because what 13 year old wants to hang out with their annoying 6 year old sister

but once she got a bit older she started taking her to the movies and shopping to bond and encouraging her own art

her sister loves music, and even if she cant relate to it directly, she always does her best to support her

she even got kassam to make her sister a mixtape after the show and give some tips on mixing, and if MCs a musician she always asks her to give her sister lessons or something

introducing MC to her whole family all at once was one of her favourite things to do, she took them all to dinner and bought MC a dress and everything

her parents loved MC and laughed at all her jokes, and MC nearly joked on her salad at a story her dad was telling 

and even though her sister was pretty quiet, she told Elisa how much she liked her afterwards

they all start a family game night that is Elisa’s favourite thing to post about all week, and even though her parents haven’t been together since she was 7 or so, they still get on well and now that her dad’s more comfortable being there even though he’s not with her mum, hes more involved in her sisters life

her job and her Elisabees are crazy important to her, but she’d drop all of it for her family, even if she doesn’t seem super sappy

Lottie

shes an only child for sure, but with a few cousins shes decently close with

her relationship with her parents isn’t perfect by any means, but she still gets on with them

they encouraged her art even if they made some odd comments about her being alt that rubbed her the wrong way, but they mean well

there was a couple years where Lottie thought they’d get divorced, because they were arguing about finances cuz her mum went back to school and they lost her income, but when she started working as a nurse they were able to get back on track

her dad’s a bloke and loves sports and cars and all that, but hes also big in horror movies and is the one that introduced her to it

her mum hated all the gore, but her dad would let her watch it with him when she was out of the house

she always goes home for Christmas no matter where shes living, but has her own traditions for New Years and Easter

her aunt and uncle always host a big dinner and her dad drives two hours to get there, and she always spends the drive listening to new music and planning new makeup looks to test out

she has a ton of cousins because each of her parents has 4 siblings, but their ages are all so spread out that shes only close with a few of them and swaps stories from the year with three of them

they all lost their shit over MC when she brought her to their Christmas Eve dinner, hugging her way too much in Lottie’s opinion and telling her as many embarrassing stories as they could think of

her mum spent the car ride there trying to connect with MC, and they actually got on pretty well, but her dad seemed to click with MC even more for whatever reason, giving her a beer when they got back to Lottie’s parent’s house and turning on Lottie’s favourite slasher film for background noise while they talked

her dad made MC swear that she’d come back next year, that they weren’t allowed to trade between MC’s family for Christmas and Lottie’s, and MC agreed with a laugh as Lottie’s head was in her lap, watching the movie

Hannah:

she has a huge traditional family

three older brothers, two older sisters, and a younger brother

she grew up in the country and her mother had horses that she always loved to spend time with cuz i love her but she was 100% a horse girl

her parents never had any problems, were always happy and sappy and that was the only type of relationship she saw growing up, so before Love Island she didn’t really understand that relationships could be bad and how to deal with that

two of her older brothers and both of her sisters are married, her brothers and one sister have kids, again super traditional and happy, which only further reinforced these fairy tale ideals she has

she loves her nieces and nephews, but never felt like an aunt, more of an older cousin for whatever reason

her oldest sibling is her brother, they’re 13 years apart and he has four kids already, hes been married since 21

her oldest sister got married the oldest at 25, and shes always been worried she won’t match up to them, which was a huge motivator to go on Love Island

shes closest with her middle sister, who’s 23 with no kids, but she still has a nice house in the suburbs with a big yard, still crazy nuclear

her whole life has been spent around this type of tradition, and it was really hard for her to break out of it after Love Island

Hannah’s youngest brother is still only 15, and hes a bit of a black sheep - hes alt and dyes his hair and draws tattoos on his arms during school, and she was never close with him before Love Island, but after she comes out as some kind of queer, he comes out as gay and nonbinary(he/they) and they get really close for once

he gets in a fight with their parents when they’re 17, and he runs to Hannah’s place, driving multiple hours to get there and moves in with her after a few weeks

they stay with her until they graduate uni with a degree in education, getting a job at a school and telling all their students that his sister was on Love Island and her girlfriend’s really cool

MC and him are her biggest encouragement to break from the mold her family set, both so her relationship can thrive and to be a good role model for her younger sibling

she struggles with fitting in with her stereotypical family and siblings that all have multiple kids and nice houses, but she still loves her little mishmash of MC, her sibling, and the constant friends that cycle through their flat - Lottie, Priya, Chelsea, Gary sometimes even, Ibrahim once or twice as hes on a golf tour

Lottie loves her sibling and sometimes does makeup for them, and Chelsea always shows up unexpected to hang out with MC and redecorate their house but Hannah hates it because she likes all the memories her clutter has, even if MC calls her a hoarder sometimes

she had so many hand me downs growing up that now she has her own place, she loves filling it with things that are for her and MC and only them and has a really hard time letting go of things, always reasoning that they might give her inspiration to write or something

AJ:

shes an only child too, which made her dad treat her as much like as son as he could

her parents struggled to conceive, so once they used IVF to have her they didnt want to go through it again

her dad was super excited when she was interested in sports and is her biggest fan, always showing up to every single game and driving her to practices before she moved out, though she still doesn’t have a car cuz she hates driving, its too much pressure

her dad would watch games with her and coach her during off seasons, her uncles a football coach and used to get them tickets when he could, sometimes letting her train with his team when she was a teenager

her mum didnt like how hard she pushed herself, but was still supportive of how much she loved it 

her mums a mathematician and always helped her with her homework because she awful at maths, while her dad would try and teach her history or edit papers until her mum had to step in and correct him

when she came out as bi and later gay, they didnt even bat an eye, her mum making her pride color cupcakes and her dad maybe even being excited that he could point out cheerleaders when they were watching games

her mum didn’t quite understand when she wanted to go on Love Island, but her dad thought it’d be a laugh and further enforced her “just have fun” attitude

but her parents are both crazy happy when she wins with MC, making a banner when AJ first brings her home

she thought her dad would crush MC when he started hugging her, and her mum made an entire cake, biscuits, cinnamon rolls, and more sweets that she made them take home

her parents always make her and MC come over for dinner on Sundays and she started noticing the extra effort they always went to - her dad actually dressing nice, the house was super clean, the dog always had recently been given a bath

even though she knew her parents supported her, seeing all that really calmed her nerves about bringing home a girl, and made her coming out as a gay a lot easier

MC and her alternate between their family’s for holidays, and her parents each invite their brother and their families every time, and after their third holiday at her parents, they bought her and MC a dog

her and MC definitely have a pretty traditional family life, married after a few years with a nice house, going as far as to adopt a kid or two when AJ stops playing professionally, her parents always closely involved with their grandkids

Disclaimer - I don’t know if Yasmin or Lily make mentions of their family, so I’m just going with what I think

Yasmin:

her mother passed when she was 12, and her and her younger sister were raised by her dad

he wasn’t always the best dad, sometimes he struggled to make time for them with work, or sometimes he struggled to connect with them, but it was never anything too bad

she was always super close to her sister and parented her as she was growing up since they have a 9 year difference between them

her sisters her biggest fan and always makes her send demos and work in progresses so she can listen to them on repeat, and whenever Yasmin writes a song specifically for her she loses her mind

all her friends love Yasmin’s solo music and Enchanted Husband and she brags nonstop

Yasmin figured out she liked girls pretty young, around 10 or so, but only came out when she was 17. she didnt want her sister to ever feel alone or isolated if she ended up being queer too, so she tried to always be open about who she was

her dad sat her down when she bought a pride flag and had her explain everything to him step by step, and he gave her some space for a few days, but then he offered to take her to pride when it came around 

he doesn’t talk about it with her much, and she knows he doesn’t fully understand, but he offers his support whenever he thinks she needs it

her sister absolutely fangirled over MC the first time she met her, hugging her and not letting go until Yasmin nearly pulled her off MC

her dad hugged her too but was far more reserved, hes quieter like her, and tends to keep his distance, whereas her sister has no problem shrieking and making a scene in a train station

later that night her dad pulls her aside and tells her he likes MC and thinks shes a good fit, and her sister has no problem saying how cool MC is, even when shes in the room

her sister and her dad always ask for tickets when shes touring nearby, and MC always offers to take them to dinner before the show, and the three of them get on better than Yasmin expected

she thought her dad might be too distant or her sister too excitable, but even if she’d never say anything, seeing them all get on makes things easier

when her sister gets older and moves out, their dad moves closer to Yasmin, even though he never says exactly why, and there’s a few years where her sister and her are both to busy to meet up, but MC makes them hang out together and then get dinner with their dad when their all in town

MC tends to be her reminder to slow down, and after that dinner she cancels the rest of her tour and takes a two year break in which her sister starts spending weekends at Yas and MCs, their dad visiting often too

Lily:

she has three full brothers and shes the only girl, her parents are divorced and her dad remarried while her mother stayed single

she has a step sister from her dad’s remarriage, but they dont have much in common and didnt grow up together, her parents only split when she was 15

two of her brothers are older than her and her oldest is the one shes closest with, with a gap of 7 years between them

hes an engineer and into cars too, he helped her fix up her first car and helped her pay for college

her youngest brother is only a year below her, but they were never close, he was never that interested in playing in the mud when they were kids

hes an art and english double major and still lives with their dad, hes closer with their step sister than Lily, but there’s no bad blood or anything

her other brother is a middle ground, three years older than her

he’s an accountant and used to drive her around before she could herself, they bonded over a few small mutual interests like a tv show they would binge together and just staring a space together since they shared a room, her younger brother and step sister across the hall

her dad wasn’t crazy active in her life and she doesn’t know her step mother, but her mum worked from home when she was younger and had custody on weekends

she babied her younger brother and always scolded Lily for being a tomboy and it bothered her a lot when she was little, until her older brother started encouraging it

her brothers all love MC, even her youngest, and they all try and bond with her in a different way

sometimes Lily goes home just to find a note that one of her brothers took MC to a movie or dinner or somewhere else, and she wants to be annoyed with them for it, but she likes the validation

she never officially came out, so none of them saying anything or criticizing her is really comforting, knowing that something so trivial doesn’t matter

her mum was a little shocked by the show and MC, but she tries to be polite and eventually comes around, inviting MC to go shopping to bond

her dad has no problem, her step mother being a little confused but not concerned, and her step sister doesn’t care, just nods at MC the first time she meets her

Lily tends to keep her distance from her family, especially when her older brothers find partners and start families, but is fine going to events, sometimes its nice to see her brothers and catch up

[bunnybunnyangel]

1-Knitting

“Where’s Red Hood?” Nightwing asked as he landed on the roof of the building and looked over at the rest of the batfam.

    “He’s not coming.” Batman said as he crossed his arms and looked at Nightwing,

    “You’re late by the way.”

    “I know. I ran into some guys robbing a gas station.”

    “Hn”

    “Good talk B.” Nightwing chuckled and walked towards his brothers.

    “Good afternoon baby birdies.”

    “Hey, Dick.

    “Do you know where Jason is?”

    “He said he was taking the night off and that Bruce can fuck off.”

    “That gives me an idea!” Nightwing beamed at his siblings and then ran over to Bruce,

    “Hey! B! If Red Hood can take the night off then we should go visit him!”

    “No.”

    “Come on Bruce. You know how Jason gets when he’s alone.” Tim said as he leaned on his bo staff,

    “No. We have patrol.”

    “Father. We should go see Todd.”

    “Yeah B!” Stephanie said as she bounced up and down. Cass smiled and stood silently behind Steph. Bruce looked at each of his kids and sighed. He knew when he was outnumbered and when he lost. Because when it comes to his kids he really couldn’t tell them no. So away they went to Jason’s apartment. Somehow halfway there Dick and Steph turned it into a race, Dick won of course.

    “Soooo front door or window?”

    “The front door is for normal people.” Dick said with a smile.

    “Window it is.” Tim said as he pried the window to Jason’s apartment.

    “....Do you hear music?”

    “Jason’s listening to music.”

The family slowly crept into the apartment. Only one light was on and that was to the living room. They walked towards the living room and they each froze. Jason was sitting in a rocking chair humming along to the soft music that was playing through the radio with knitting needles. Was he knitting a sweater, oh my god he was. Dick put his hand on the wall but ended up knocking something off the wall. Jason jumped off of the rocking chair and looked behind him. Damian and Tim both covered their mouths to not laugh. Jason was wearing a fluffy pink sweater with a cartoonish red bat. 

Jason’s face turned a very bright red,

    “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!”

    “We came to visit you. Oh my god, you’re adorable in that!”

    “Please stop.” Jason sighed and looked away. Stephanie squealed as she grabbed something out of a basket.

    “It has my name on it!” Jason looked over to Stephanie and sighed.

    “I made it for you. I uh..made everyone something.” As soon as those words left his mouth Steph grabbed the basket and dumped everything on the floor,

    “Oh come on Steph!” She gave everyone whatever had their names on it. Dick had a pair of black and blue gloves, Damian had a green scarf that had the Wayne family crest, Tim had a red and black hat, Cass had a hat with tiny bat ears.

    “Aww, Jay! Where did you learn how to knit anyway?”

    “When I was in France with the league I met an old woman who didn’t have any family willing to visit her. So I stayed with her when I was able too. We talked and she should me how to knit. She said I was the best grandson she knew. She uh..died shortly after. So whenever I’m missing her I knit.”

    “I’m sorry Jason.”

    “Jaylad…”

    “I-It’s ok. I swear it is.” He was tackled by all of his family in a giant hug.

    “Guys...can’t...breath..” They let go of him slowly.

    “So. Got any stories about the lady?”

    “Cecile Bisset. She was the sweetest old lady.”  That whole night was full of Jason telling stories about Cecile and knitting a sweater. Once the sweater was done he handed it to Bruce.

    “There you are.” Bruce stared at the sweater and smiled. It was black with pink cuffs and had “Best Bat Dad” on it.

    “Happy early father’s day.”Bruce sat the sweater to the side and hugged Jason.

    “I love you son.”

    “Love you too dad.”

   

2-Horse Back riding

    “Soo. Jason ran off.” Bruce sighed loudly as he turned the chair to look at his kids.

    “Why?” Dick shrugged at Bruce’s response.

    “I don’t know. He said he needed to leave Gotham for a bit.” Bruce sighed again and grabbed his phone. He went into his contacts and called Clark.

    “Clark. Is Jason either over at your place or coming over?.... We’ll come by in about an hour.” Bruce sat his phone on the batcomputers desk.

    “He’s at Clark’s?” Tim asked as he sat down in his swivel office chair and spun himself around

    “He’s at the Kent’s place in Smallville.” Tim stopped spinning in the chair and looked at Bruce,

    “Why’s he at the Kent’s?”

    “I don’t know. But we are going to go see.”

    “Cool. Let’s follow the Red Hood and see what he does on the weekend.” Damian said as he looked over at Stephanie who was standing on the t-rex’s head as she played with the stuffed knitted bear that Jason made for her.

    “He knits on the weekends Dami!” She said with a smile.

    “Steph get off the t-rex.”

    “Sure B.”

    “So...shall we go get our wayward birdy?” Dick smiled as he looked around at his family, Tim sighed loudly and got off his chair.

    “Fine.” Dick rolled his eyes while Bruce tried not to smack his face with his palm.

    It took them twenty minutes to get on the road and towards Smallville. Bruce really needed to talk to Jason about running off without telling them. They worry about Jason, they’re scared he’ll get hurt while they aren’t there with him. When they reach the Kent’s farm, Clark was waiting for them outside the farmhouse. He smiled at the Wayne’s.

    “Hey, guys! How was the drive over?”

    “Where’s Jason?” Bruce ignored the question, he only wanted to see his son. Clark smiled,

    “He’s in the back with Ma and Pa. Come on.” He seemed eager to show them something. And when they got to the back they realized why. Jason was riding in a circle with a beautiful black horse. They could see a bright smile on his face. Ma Kent walked over to them and offered them some lemonade.

    “Good to see you boys again.” She smiled at them.

    “I didn’t know Jason could ride horses.”

    “He’s really good at it. Cause he can’t really take the horses to Gotham he keeps them here. Thanks, Ma.” Clark said as he took a glass of lemonade from his mom. Jason noticed them and smiled at them, he pulled on the horse’s reins making the horse stop. He got off the horse and handed the reins to Pa Kent who gladly took it. Jason walked over to them and crossed his arms with a playful smile.

    “What’s going on guys?”

    “You can ride horses too?”

    “Yep.”

    “Let me guess, someone taught you when you were traveling?”

    “Oh yeah. I stayed with a nice family in Mongolia. They taught me how to ride horses. They also showed me how to shear sheep.”

    “Jesus Jason. Anything else you can do that we don’t know?”

    “Eh probably. But I’ll let you figure it out later.” Jason said as he put his hands in his pocket. Damian was staring at the horse with wide eyes,

    “What’s his name?”

    “Shade.”

    “I love him.”

    “I know you do Dami.”

    “Father-”

    “No Damian.”

    “TT.”

The Waynes joined the Kent’s for dinner that night, when they finished dinner the Waynes headed to the car.

    “How did you get here Jay?” Tim asked as he opened the car door.

    “My bike.”

    “You wanna come with us? It’s late.”

    “I’ll be fine dad. I’ll see you guys at the manor?” Bruce nodded

    “Oh yeah. We still gotta do movie tonight.”

    “Damn. I forgot about that.”

    3-Hair Braiding

    “Ow! Dick be careful!” Stephanie winced as Dick pulled her hair.

    “Sorry, Steph! I’m not really good at braiding.”

    “You don’t say.”

Jason watched them from the doorway fixing his tie.

    “Move out of the way Dickie.” Jason all but pushed Dick away from Steph,

    “What are you doing Jay?” Stephanie asked Jason as he gathered the middle of her hair,

    “Your hair has bee brushed right?”

    “Of course.”

    “Good.”  Jason split the hair into three sections and crossed the right section under the middle one. He took a thin section of her hair and added it to the right section before crossing it under the middle one. He did the same thing with the left side and kept doing it until he reached the nape of Steph’s neck, when he got to her nape he did a standard braid and loosened the outer strands of the braid to make it seem fuller.

    “There.” Jason took a step back and looked at his work with a proud smile.

    “Oh my god! I love it!” Steph squealed happily as she turned and wrapped her arms around Jason in a hug.

    “Let me guess...traveling?” Dick said with a smirk. Jason laughed

    “Oh yeah. I stayed with a woman in the Netherlands who really liked to braid hair, she should me how to do it.”

    “Thank you so much, Jay!”

    “I’m glad you do Steph. I gotta finish getting ready for the Gala.” He turned around and walked out of the room leaving Steph and Dick to talk about her hairstyle.

    4-Makeup

Jason headed to his room after he left Steph and Dick when he overheard Tim and Cass,

    “I’m sorry Cass, I’m not really good at makeup that’s not...cover up.” Jason looked in Cass’s room. Cass was sitting in front of her vanity mirror while Tim was brushing her hair. Cass pouted a bit.

    “Need help with some make-up Cassy?” Tim and Cass looked over at Jason,

    “Yes.”

    “What look were you hoping for?” She pointed to a picture in a magazine. Red and yellow mixed eyeshadow, butterfly looking hairclips, and matte pink lipstick. Jason nodded and got to work. He blended the red and yellow eyeshadow in the middle to make it orange, he used eyeliner and mascara. Once he finished her eye makeup he put her matte pink lipstick,

    “And you’re done.” Cass smiled at the reflection and then hugged Jason,

    “Thank you.”

    “No problem Cassy.”

    “I’m not even gonna ask where you picked that up.”

    “Believe it or not. Talia showed me how to do makeup.”

    “I don’t believe it.” Tim said as he grabbed his suit jacket off of Cass’s dresser,

    “So, you ready for the Gala Jay?”

    “I guess.” With that, the three siblings walked downstairs to meet their dad for the Gala.

    5-Belly Dancing

Dick really never expected to find Jason in the dance studio as an instructor. A Belly Dancing instructor. Dick, Cass, Steph, Tim, and Damian watched from the class door watching as Jason told the class what they were going to do.

    “Firstly we are going to make a big outer hip circle.” He said as he moved his hips in a big circle,

    “Our pelvic region is gonna stay in neutral, as we push and shift our weight from toes, heels, and the edges of our feet. As you can see I’m pushing my hips in a nice big counter-clockwise circle and making sure I keep it all equal. How far I go forward is how far I go backward. It probably won’t come naturally to any of you, but why not give it a try.” Jason watched the class as they tried to copy Jason.

    “Heather, don’t sway your hips like that. Keep it natural not club dancing. Good job Keira. A tip is to try and keep your pant line even with the floor. Don’t tip a hip up. Keep your spine straight guys. Don’t bend and don’t go so big you lose your balance.” He said as he kept making his hips go in a circle.

    “....I think we should leave Jason to his class.”

    “...I’m having him teach me this.”

    “Dick no.”

    “Dick yes.” Tim grabbed Dicks’s ear and the siblings walked out of the dance studio and away from Jason. Tim needed bleach in his eyes to get rid of the image of Jason moving his hips like that. It was not something he ever wanted to see. From Damian’s reaction, he agrees with Tim.

+1-The family surprises him

Jason yawned as he made his way up to the main door to the manor, he didn’t bother to knock. He just pushed opened the door, he took one step in and saw his family all trying to belly dance.

    “What in the..”

    “Ah, Master Jason. Would you like some tea?” Alfred walked up to him with a tray of tea

    “W..what’s going on?” Jason asked as he looked in horror as Bruce tried to sway his hips,

    “It seems Master Dick wanted the family night to be used to learn Belly Dancing.”

    “...Can I go to the kitchen...I don’t need to see Bruce swaying his hips anymore…”

    “Of course.” Jason walked into the kitchen, for the second time that night he froze. Talia and Selina were sitting at the table drinking coffee and talking. Like friends.

    “He came from nowhere and said ‘I’m Batman.’ Like it was supposed to mean something to me at the time.” Selina said as she took a sip of her coffee. Talia laughed and looked over at Jason.

    “Habibi, come sit with us.” Jason smiled and walked over to the table and sat with the two women.

    “So, we’re talking shit about Bruce?”

    “Of course we are.”

[queenrhenpendragon]

You know whose arc gets me every time?

Dameon’s. Dameon Maurva's arc is so beautiful and significant and affects not only himself but multiple other characters and also the entire heckin plot of the game and it moves me Every. Single. Time.

So I’m going to rant  about it, welcome to the post I’ve been waiting to make for fourteen years.

First of all, this precious sun, this dear one, this absolute angel, was most likely raised mainly by an Ahriman sympathizer-- like, c'mon, am I supposed to believe Talia kept a child in the dream realm? Even without the nightmares it's dangerous, and very isolated. If something were to happen there would be nowhere she could send Dameon while she dealt with it. It’s one thing in fanfiction, but when I actually consider the logistics, either she was a truly terrible, irresponsible parent, or Dameon lived in Aveyond with his father. I've played Ahriman’s Prophecy; responsibility is Talia's middle name. Dameon was raised in Aveyond.

He has to have been a lonely child. He most likely had no human friends, and definitely none his age. Maybe the binis or fairies or sometimes Vata babysat him when Mr. Maurva was unavailable. Maybe not. Either way, such contact couldn’t replace his need for love and validation from his incredibly busy and important parents.

He probably constantly sought his parents' approval and was constantly falling short because how do you impress an immortal sun priest, millenia old and the last of his kind? Especially one who is apparently becoming disenchanted with the ideals he once fought for, the ideals his fellow priests died for. How do you impress a half-fairy who saved the world at the tender age of 17, who then became the Guardian of Dreams and is responsible for the safety and well being of every mortal creature? Especially! When! You only see them when they’re not busy keeping the universe running smoothly!

Furthermore. 

Please understand that I love Talia and do not wish to vilify her in any way. I point out her flaws because I love her, because her shortcomings are so human and tragic and are part of what make the story as impactful as it is. And Talia... does not easily express affection. She is not likely to have cuddled Dameon during the times his father took him to the Dreamworld-- which just can't have been often, I just can't imagine a parent who even kind of cared about their child taking them to such a place frequently. She is not likely to have praised him or spent any notable amount of time showing interest in his interests. I do not say this to condemn her. She had a lot of responsibilities. She had never been a mother before-- and yes, she had a great example of motherhood in her Grandmama, but her own mother also left her in the care of others, abandoned her to pursue a louder call. Is it any wonder that she ultimately did the same to her own child?

She has no real relationship with Dameon. Even without all the evidence I have already laid out, this much is obvious in the way they speak to and about each other. Talia doesn't even mention Dameon is her son when she first tells Rhen about him. She gives him no more than an epithet, "Dameon, the sun priest." She does not express particular concern over his safety, even though she knows the druids are in danger and she herself was almost killed. 

And Dameon calls her “mother,” and it is not because of the dialogue style of the game. Talia calls her parental figure “Grandmama.” Rhen calls Tailor “Pa” and “Daddy,” and Ma is known only as “Ma.” But Dameon calls Talia “Mother,” and his father “Father,” because that is the level of familiarity between them. The Maurvas live a strict, solitary life. Is it any wonder that Dameon is stiff and formal at the beginning? Is it any wonder he struggles to connect with others beyond a thoughtful compliment or an antiquated form of greeting? He doesn’t like himself, let alone trust himself. No one has ever taught him how to. He is so isolated, and lonely, and touch-starved, and unloved, and if that was the end of his character it would still move me. But there is more.

Talia literally killed his father, her own husband. It had to have happened when Dameon was still very young. If you take into account Devin’s apparent age, and the fact that a barely-aged Jack in av2 remembers Alicia as queen of Thais when we know that you can only ascend to the throne of Thais if you are married, and a few other details which I would be happy to pull up if anyone is interested, you will realize that Dameon can’t possibly be more than a year older than Rhen. More likely, he is younger, and this would be in line with the other canon ships we see throughout the Aveyond series.

 And we found out in Rhen’s Quest that his father was murdered “many years ago.” MANY! YEARS! He was still a child, maybe 11 years old, at my best guess. He most likely hadn’t even attended a magic school yet. It’s possible he wasn’t even thinking about it. And then he had to take the position as Druid of Light. When he was a child, still mourning the death of the person most precious to him, at the hands of the only other person he could have had any semblance of a relationship with in all of Aia.

The people who were supposed to be teaching Dameon how to be gentle, loyal, and upright instead taught him how to hurt, and betray, and murder those closest to him. Even without Ahriman's influence, how is a child raised in that environment supposed to turn out healthy and good? 

And yet he is still good! He is gentle and thoughtful towards not just Rhen but everyone he meets on the quest. That includes heckin MAD MARGE if you forgot. That includes an actual ogre. That includes people who are spiteful and dismissive towards him. He treats Rhen like she outranks him, the Guardian of the Sun, when she is still a peasant with a practice sword. He is kind to literally everyone except Talia, and he is at least respectful even to her. He never raises his voice at her. He never calls her anything except Mother. Never traitor, never murderer, never any of the curses we know Amanda had no qualms about using because she used them plenty in AP. Just Mother. 

In fact he appears to be the reason Ahriman decided against killing Talia. Yes, Dameon wants justice for his murdered father. I think anyone who is being honest with themselves can admit they would, too. But he doesn’t want to kill her. He doesn’t want her to die. He just wants her to understand what she did, to understand the hurt she caused. He is apparently so against killing her that Ahriman has to change his carefully laid plans before he can convince Dameon to change sides.

And consider. During all of this, Dameon is literally possessed by Ahriman, or under his demonic influence, or however you want to phrase it. This influence likely began even before the game, but even if you ignore that, it is no small thing. Remember how quickly Mel became corrupted under this influence? Remember how quickly Galahad, who resisted the urge to drink blood for actual centuries, became corrupted? The fact that Dameon has any shred of goodness at all, after years of exposure to such darkness, even if you ONLY take into account the actual duration of the game, is evidence that Rhen is right; Dameon has a genuinely good, incredibly strong heart.

And speaking of that conversation. Please allow me to share some of my favorite screenshots in the entirety of the series. 

My precious sun really went from this: 

To having this very level-headed and respectful conversation, of which I have shared only two tiny snippets:

To THIS:

This. Is tangible, real difference, at a rate which makes sense, and I am so proud of him. I have seen people try to dismiss it, and his other development, by saying he is just pretending in order to make Rhen trust him. That literally. Does not make any sense. First of all, if this was part of his efforts to persuade Rhen to join Ahriman he would have done absolutely anything except agree that perhaps Talia was right. He would have tried to convince Rhen that Ahriman was right, not admitted he may have been wrong. And second, even if you ignore that incredibly obvious discrepancy, he either would have forgotten about the conversation with Rhen by the time they returned to the sun shrine and his mother asked him the question again, or he would have pretended to have forgiven her completely. Instead, he acts as though he is uncertain, because he is uncertain. 

And his actions in the dream realm, confronting and fighting Agas for attacking his mother and desecrating her shrine, prove that he is sincere. Of course it takes him some time. Of course he hesitates. Forgiving someone for taking your parent from you is an enormous act. Forgiving someone you trusted for causing you that much pain is unfathomable. His progress is profound and inspiring and does not deserve to be treated like any less.

And he makes this progress while still under Ahriman’s influence! Can you even imagine! Aasgakadgjlkjklj. He tries to do what he believes is right even at the cost of those things most precious to him, his beliefs and ideals and the sacred memory of the person who raised him. ONE conversation prompts him to question everything. While Ahriman still has possession of him. I cannot even begin to comprehend being that brave. And this is just one small example.

I have seen many negative, unfair evaluations of the fairy dust scene. It is deeply tragic to me that such an important, eloquent, beautiful symbol could be so widely misunderstood. I have tried to explain it before. Allow me to indulge myself once again. 

Fairy dust always reveals the truth. This effect is well established, not just in Rhen’s Quest but even in Ahriman’s Prophecy. It heals physical wounds (aka HP) and reveals the truth, and that’s all. There is never any indication that it can change hearts or magically “goodify” anyone or anything. It is not a deus ex machina. It was included specifically to exclude the possibility of that interpretation. It only reveals the truth, and if Dameon had already been aware of the truth, or if he truly honestly wanted the same things Ahriman wanted, it would have changed exactly nothing.  That’s why Rhen’s choice to use it is so significant. It shows that she trusts him, as he is. She knows that he has a good heart and will do what is right when he knows what that is; she has been saying so for the whole game. In the final battle she gets the chance to prove she believes that.

And she does. 

And she’s right. 

When the truth is revealed to Dameon, he follows it, at the cost of his chance for justice, at the cost of living forever, safely, with the one person who has ever shown him any significant amount of affection, at the cost of everything he ever dared to want in his short, lonely, miserable life. While still under Ahriman’s demonic influence! Ahriman is still in his head! And he chooses to resist even though it means he will lose everything. 

Now, this whole plot could have worked without the fairy dust. Previous cutscenes in the game have already proven that Dameon listens to Rhen. The screenshots I included are just a few examples of this; trust me, I could go on for a while. Dameon believes her and believes in her and trusts her, where he doesn’t trust himself. Amanda could have had Rhen just tell him what to do. Rhen could have had another conversation, told Dameon to switch back, and that would be that. It would be consistent and believable with what had happened in the game thus far.

Except then Dameon still wouldn’t trust himself, or like himself. He would still be lonely and self-loathing and miserable, or even if he wasn’t, there would be plenty of room for that interpretation. 

But instead Rhen gives him a choice. Instead Amanda makes it clear that his redemption is not Rhen’s responsibility, or her decision, or her doing at all. All Rhen does is throw the fairy dust, and then lets Dameon realize what is right, and choose for himself what action he will take. She gives him the opportunity to trust himself, to believe in himself, for perhaps the first time in his life. She makes it clear that she believes in him. She gives him the support he’s been starving for his entire existence, and then she steps back, and let’s him choose.

This part is so significant for her arc, too. I have ranted about it elsewhere but allow me to sum up: Rhen has spent the game feeling like she doesn’t have a choice, and questioning her own judgement and her own significance. Dameon is the first to give her a choice, one which she seriously considers. She realizes she’s always had a choice. And she finally acts on her own judgement, without prompting from anyone else (in fact, without prompting even from the player, because as you might recall the choice the player is offered has always been “fight Dameon,” and yet Rhen never lifts a finger against him). She trusts her own heart and invites Dameon to trust his. She has always been a hero but this is the moment she really steps fully into the role. She saves herself. And then she gives Dameon the choice to do the same. 

And they fight Ahriman, at staggering personal costs. Dameon fights while, again, still under Ahriman’s influence. He has to fight Ahriman physically and mentally, or spiritually, or all of them, most likely. He is not free until Rhen plunges the Sword of Shadows through Ahriman’s heart.

This part. I cry every time and I am crying thinking about it. Dameon has been a prisoner for likely as long as he can remember. His father supported Ahriman. He likely let that influence into the sun shrine. He let it affect Dameon. Dameon has likely never known a life without that darkness. Or if he did, he was too young to remember it. And now, finally, he is free. There is light for the first time. And because Rhen gave him a choice, he has the confidence and experience to stay free, to make himself and be proud of himself and not be just what he thought his parents wanted. 

His gratitude to Rhen is profound. He has always been respectful and supportive of her, he has always listened to her and trusted her, as demonstrated during their first conversation when she meets him in Aveyond, and their conversations in the manor in Sedona, and every other tiny interaction they have. He looks up to her immensely.

And I think that is part of why he is so resolute about continuing in his role as the Druid of Light. Rhen has spent the game shouldering responsibilities that no one else could or would. Being the Guardian of the Sun is his responsibility, and he is determined to follow her example. 

It is also the only thing he has ever known.

In the midst of his own uncertainty, still reeling from his own losses, resigned to a lonely eternity in his childhood prison, he still offers Rhen his support and devotion. This is before she ever makes her choice. He listens to her, sympathizes with her, and encourages her. He loves her, explicitly, out loud in canon dialogue, in literally. Every ending. No matter what she chooses. Nobody ever taught him how to love and yet he does it so scrupulously. 

And in the canon ending, the True Ending as many of us like to call it, he finally, finally gets a chance to grow beyond his family’s legacy. To love someone and be there for her. To be adored by her. To be happy. To make a difference. To live a good life and die of old age and be buried beside his best friend and true love, and to face the shadowy unknowns of the afterlife together.  And he accepts it, in an instant. 

This is redemption not only for himself but for Talia, and Nino. All the Maurvas with their good intentions, who never got to see their happy ending because another call was too strong. Talia gets a second chance to watch her son grow, this time in a kinder world. And she gets a second chance with one of her dearest friends. Nino's legacy of absence and broken trust is finally set right. They all get a second chance to become who they intended to be, before they heard the calls they could not ignore. All because Dameon chose truth and love over every other voice, at every cost. 

It was a very fairy-like thing to do. In overcoming his families' legacy, he steps into their true heritage. Aian Fairies value truth and love most of all. 

There is an inscription on the statue that guards the fairies in AP.  It has always resonated with me and I think it will help describe what I mean here:

Heart of gold thy secret guards

Love, felicity, light

Gaia's precious children

I am moved. I do not know a better way to say it. Dameon Maurva inspires me, and comforts me. His example has made me a better person. He has made me a happier person. I am so grateful to Amanda for being brave enough to tell the story she did, and being brave enough to stick by it. Her story changed my life and I honestly, truly do not believe I would be here without it. Her story saved my life, and I can never praise it enough.

[the-sleepy-silurian]

Women Of Remorse Chapter Two

     “We cannot ignore our past together, only decide how it will shape our futures apart”

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     Night had fallen, and the light of the seven moons combined with twinkling gems and lanterns cast a warm glow over the inner courtyard. Two figures were visible in the ambient splendor, seemingly in the midst of some form of training.

    “Try again princess,” Praxina cooed from her perch in the bejeweled tree. “It’s not like it could be any worse than the rest of your creatures”. All of the hesitancy of earlier was gone and a wicked grin was just visible from behind a polite hand.

    Talia could only grit her teeth and glare furiously at the girl lounging on an outstretched limb above her head. Dozens of failed attempts ran about her feet-or at least tried to run-many of them were, rudimentary to say the least. Even the dog shied away from her grotesque, flawed creations. Sweat beaded her forehead, and her robes-impeccable only hours earlier-were caked with dust and covered with grass stains. Her parents would flip out if they saw her like this. Speaking of flipping out, her new “friend” was starting to really annoy her.

“You are the worst student I’ve ever had...” Praxina mumbled gleefully.

“I’ve been doing it exactly the way you did!”

“And you’ve been doing it exactly wrong!”

    This time the girl had gone to far. Who was she to speak to her like this!?! How come only she could summon animal playmates!?! And why was she still smiling like that?!?!

    “It’s not fair!” the bluenette yelled and stomped her foot. As she did so a huge azure circle sprang from underfoot. The xerian felt a surge of magic coursing through her. Tingling from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She closed her eyes until it passed, only to open them again to the sound of an earsplitting roar. Standing before her and reaching up past Praxina’s branch was a hulking creature with blue fur and eyes.

     Suddenly face to face with a set of gaping jaws, Praxina squeaked and jumped down from the tree. Landing nimbly at Talia’s feet, she shattered what were left of the princess’ previous efforts with a flick of her wrists. Turning towards a still seething Talia she said sweetly

    “Congratulations your highness, I knew you could do it.” Crouching down to pet the returning dog, Praxina calmly endured the ferocious looks of both Talia and her bear as they turned towards her. “What’s wrong your highness, don’t you like it? I’m sure I could teach you to summon another Earth creature, but I’m afraid you don’t have all night to spend in a courtyard with the likes of me.” she mused, not bothering to look up.

    “How did I do that? What did you do?” Talia demanded sharply. “Izira’s always yelling at me for not training enough, I shouldn’t have been able to pull this off...”. Her voice trailed off gloomily as she gestured vaguely to the huge form of the creature that had wandered over to a bush and was now trying to eat the decorative jewels. The girl with burgundy hair rose sharply, standing directly in front of the xerian, making sure to punctuate each word perfectly.

    “I. Didn’t. Do. Anything. This is simply the power of letting emotions into your magic. Do they not have feelings in Xeris?” she asked coyly. The bluenette’s face burned, she was always being told to be more serious. 

“Izira says disciplined magic is durable magic”

    “Speaking of your sister, I think it’s your turn to teach me princess” Praxina bounced excitedly on the balls of her feet. With a sigh Talia turned to her eagerly awaiting “student”. How different could Xerian magic possibly be?

“Which spell did you have in mi-”

“Crystimito” came the to-quick reply.

“A disguise spell? What makes you think I know that high level stuff?”

  “Because highness”, the girl recited in a singsong voice as she paced in circles around Talia “the princess of Xeris is well known throughout the lands for her pranks and undignified fun. It wouldn’t be to much to assume she knows a thing or two about disguises now would it?” She came to a stop behind Talia, and punctuated her last words by draping herself smugly over the bluenette’s shoulder.

   Talia shoved her off begrudgingly, her guilt riddled across her face. This was all the answer the servant girl needed and she stood happily awaiting her next orders.

“Fine, but you're going to get in trouble y’know...”

“You only get in trouble if you get caught. You of all people should know that Princess.”

  Talia smiled, they really were similar at heart. Drawing herself up to her full height she glanced disdainfully at Praxina, whose face dropped. With a few seconds pause she soon gave her best impression of her own tutor in Xeris: a haughty woman with no time for childish things.

   The bluenette’s voice became high and reedy as she mimicked: “Your magic is undisciplined, sloppy, and lacks technique but with the proper training I think you could have some potential.” With a wave of her hand and a short command Talia transformed herself into the girl standing before her.

   “Now lets see you try that ”, the double leered as the burgundy haired girl struggled in front of her. This continued as the next few minutes stretched out agonizingly slowly.

“Whats wrong little girl? Lost your nerve?“

    Being insulted by her own reflection was to much and soon Praxina’s anger got the better of her. With one last shout she overcame her panic and recited the spell. To her horror however, she couldn't make a full body transformation. Instead of looking like the Princess of Xeris she had merely succeeded in turning her hair blue and changing her uniform into Talia’s ceremonial robes.

   Talia really did try and keep up the act as long as she could, but the charade couldn’t last. Soon the fake Praxina’s hastily stifled giggles became to powerful, and she began to shriek with laughter at the sight before her. As she did the transformation spell wavered, until it shattered completely and regular Talia was left laughing in the dirt.

“Stop laughing!” Praxina huffed indignantly as she pulled at her new locks and strange clothes.

“Why not? You laughed at me earlier. Now we’re even.” Talia wheezed out as she gradually calmed down.

  Not one to be humiliated twice, Praxina bit her lip and tried the spell again. This time it worked, and soon Talia was looking up at her own copy.

“There! Now we’re really even. A spell for a spell.” She held out a hand to help the true bluenette up and the two exchanged a genuine smile.

   They practiced their new spells until the lantern’s candles burned low. The bear rumbled around and played with Praxina’s dog as Talia threw stick after stick for them to fetch. Praxina changed her form constantly to look like the other beings she knew: the dog, then the bear, Princess Talia, a boy with burgundy hair, and a tall man with green hair. Neither of which Talia recognized.

A familiar voice suddenly rang out into the night

“Talia! There you are, mother and father have been looking for you ever since the summit ended! Where have you been all this time?”

   Izira ran from the shadows and into the courtyard, enveloping talia in a bone crushing hug.

“Izira, you- you’re smooshing me!”

Setting her down, the crown princess gave her little sister one of her no-nonsense looks

“Serves you right, what were you thinking?! Sneaking out of an important meeting like this?!”

“But Iziraaa I was just sooo bored. And besides, you’re the one people are counting on, nobody cares about me...”

“Talia you know that’s not true, it’s part of your responsibilities as princess to represent Xeris and that means being on your best-”

Izira stopped short when she realized they had an audience. The surprise on the white haired woman’s face when she saw the dog, bear, and a terrified Praxina with her nose practically on the ground she was curtsying so low was enough to make Talia stifle another laugh.

“Y-y-your highness” Praxina stammered, not daring to look up. Talia smiled and ran over to her new friend.

“It’s just my sister, c’mon stand up” the bluenette said comfortingly while pulling at her arm. Praxina’s eye flicked madly from the crown princess to the ground, rooted in place despite Talia’s best efforts until she saw Izira give her a nod.

Smiling warmly at the two girls now clinging to each other Izira asked kindly: “and what is your name?”

“Praxina your highness, how may I be of service?”

“Ugh, stop saying stuff like that, Izira has enough people to wait on her already” Talia groaned. Turning to her older sister she puffed up her chest and announced: “And she’s my friend, you cant take her from me” the bluenette harrumphed and crossed her arms.

The bear, seemingly sensing its creator’s mood, mirrored her stance. Seeing the strange blue creature seemed to bring Izira’s focus back to the task at hand.

“What on Ephedia have you been doing? Have you two been out here the whole night?”

“We’ve been training! Y’know the thing you’re always on my case about?” Praxina winced at the lack of respect Talia showed to her sister with every new sentence.

“It’s true your highness. Princess Talia has shown great potential with summoning magic” she gestured at the creatures that had appeared at their side.

“Yes, certainly a....unique pair of creations. Where did you find-”

“Oh, and I taught Praxina something too! Show her, show her!” the princess needled the other girl, her excitement at showing off palpable in the night air.

With a reluctant glance at Izira, Praxina transformed into her new friend, presenting the crown princess with two little sisters; one bursting with excitement and the other riddled with guilt. Overlapping voices were quick to break the shocked silence.

“You showed her crystimito! What were you thinking?”

“I thought you’d be proud of me, this is a high level spell!”

“This is a dangerous spell Talia, spies could become anyone!”

“That’s not fair she would never-”

“It’s my fault highness, I pressured the princess into teaching me-”

“No! I wanted to learn how to make a playmate like that and-”

“Enough!” Izira let out an exasperated sigh and pinched her temples. “How about we make a deal. I agree to not turn the both of you in, and in return you each do something for me, got it?

“Fine.” Talia sulked.

Lowering the disguise, Praxina replied: “As you wish, highness”

“Ok” Kneeling so she was eye to eye with the two girls, Izira spoke: “Talia, from now on you have to come to every meeting, summit, and negotiation that Xeris is involved with.”

The younger princess began to protest but was quickly shot down.

“You need to learn that your actions have consequences Talia, dont throw a tanty. It will also help enforce your responsibilities as princess to see the inner workings of the Xerian government”.

“And as for you” she rounded on Praxina “I need you to swear to me that you will never use that spell outside these four walls again. Some very bad people would love to get their hands on it, and I’m sure hurting you to get it wouldn’t be a problem for them. This is for your own safety, do you understand?”

“Yes, your highness” the blue eyed girl gave a little shiver at the thought of strangers coming to the royal castle just to hurt her. Would the king’s guard protect her? She took Talia’s hand and squeezed it tight, welcoming the grounded feeling it gave her.

With a sigh Izira stood and brushed off her skirts. “Good, then this whole thing will be our little secret ok?”

As the younger girls agreed, the crown princess realized she had been gone for quite some time. Reaching for her sister’s hand she started the long walk back to their worried parents.

“Come along Talia, Mother and Father will be glad that you’re safe and sound. Say goodbye now, and maybe if you’re good we can come visit her”

As she was dragged away Talia beamed happily and waved goodbye with her free hand.

“Promise to play with me again at the next summit ok? I think we’re going to become best friends!”

“Of course princess, you can always count on me” Praxina waved back, the dog at her feet barking and wagging its tail in agreement as the two sisters disappeared through the doorway.

As the burgundy haired girl was left smiling alone in the courtyard the entire scene faded to black.

[kurtty-drabbles]

Healing au (3/3)

N/A: Lat part of this AU and it will be incomplete, well, in an opening end of sorts.

@djinmer4 @dannybagpipesarecalling @sailorstar9 @discordsworld @look-ma-no-hands336

The new Kingdom wasn´t annexed in his belt of conquest because, in Kurt´s eyes, that kingdom he raises from ashes is to Zaorva, and Kurt does not need to make a powerful enemy in Zaorva, so, this Kingdom works under her laws and this seems to please the deity.

The healer, an immortal healer that Kurt can´t shake her image out of his mind, is his faithful company, in a sense, his allies may die, his women may die, but, this enigma of the healer is always by his side, of course, not as he wishes to.

“Stop that, Necromancer!” Kitty screams as her hands are glowing. Kurt has to give credit, Kitty Pryde has more energy and courage than many enemies he faced, however, is not enough. “No, I´ll conquer the entire world, Katzchen”

Kitty shakes her head in disbelief. “Why?” and she was expecting a grandiose speech or maybe a sad childhood memory, instead, what she gets is. “Why not?” and Kurt has his army of zombies outside, new additions can be seen and Kurt is now gazing into her doe eyes.

“Look, why do we need to fight? Join me, we can do so much together” Kurt starts and Kitty can pinpoint how many of his students used something similar on her and in the others healers, of course, they must have learned from the best and evilest wizard ever.

“Kurt, I can´t be your evil queen, as my place is next to Zaorva´s light and I know you fear her, and I know you don´t believe in love ever since Alma did die” Kitty replies in an honest tone, if the intention was to level with Kurt, it manages to do the opposite.

“Who do you know about Alma? I only told….this to Bob” Kurt said in a hissed tone and Kitty is ready to end this cat-mouse game. “Look, let´s cut the chase, I know, you know, we both know. I was Bob the entire time and my first mission was to make sure you didn´t have the spear, however, I have no clue people already destroyed the spear…even knowing that information I still keep as a Bob because I like to be around you…when you aren´t the EVIL Necromancer, you can be a nice guy”

Kurt is blinking slowly and re-thinking everything he thought he know. Kitty was Bob? She thought he knew? Suddenly, this makes so much more sense, why Kitty knows little details about how Kurt likes his coffee or beer if he only has this conversation with Bob?!

Kurt is gracious enough to not say anything, no words can be formed in his lips, as he silently leaves along with his army. Kitty Pryde is sure the man is thinking on the next move of their game, while the kingdom is afraid of what this will mean for them. People start paying tributes to please Kurt, who ever since that big revelation, is in a silent mood, the tributes are far more luxurious than anything Kurt could ever hope if he had come and conquered the city/kingdom himself, in fact, is more lucrative this way.

Kitty goes to speak with the necromancer, but, his mansion is gone and no one knows where he is. Time is incredibly relevant if you have all the time in the world, and the next time she saw Kurt is in a creepy circus…he runs.

“Katzchen, I´m glad fate brought you here” Kurt speaks and Kitty can see his white hair and how that makes him look old and completely different from their last conversation. “I did leave without saying a word” there´s a tone of apology as he continues “in reality, I was dealing with personal affairs, well, it wasn't a nice excuse for leaving without saying a word, but, if we can be friends, no secrets this time” Kurt adds much to her surprise “I would be happy”

Kitty smiles amused. “ Of course, I heard you lay off the whole conquistador thing” she is visible proud and Kurt can see she does not know his others “business” well, conquer kingdoms are too complexed in the end. Kitty seems to accept his apology as she accepts shaking his hand firmly.

Kurt offers a smile as he walks along with the healer, too trusting and not aged a bit, somehow this is good, somehow this is bad, the contrast of evil and good is always a cliché Kurt didn´t believe until now.  “Still a healer of Zaorva?” Kurt asked still fearing the name itself. Fear is a way to show respect.

“Oh, of course, I also work with the X-men…sometimes” then she adds “and you decides to use your amazing abilities of a detective to be a ringleader, that´s impressive,” Kitty speaks honestly.  Kurt blinks, amazing abilities of a detective?

“Why you said that?” Kurt asked confused. “Wait, why you never told me before you were Bob?” the question is laced with confusion and more confusion(the anger? It vanished along the years)

Kitty blinks as if he´s making a dumb question. “Kurt, you always knew I was Bob and we were always playing this game, but, now we don´t have any motivation to keep up the game anymore, we can finally be honest with each other” Kitty declares.

What? Is all Kurt Wagner is thinking.

Kitty Pryde is a trademark in Kurt´s life at this point, to the point, their kids Damian and Talia spot the woman several, several times in their father´s house, a lovely woman in their opinion, she has one flaw.

“Your father is a great detective, I´m sure he knew Princess Susan and his own student Mortis were a couple all this time and he did all that confusion to allow the two women to marry each other” Kitty confessed with such sheer honesty that makes Talia and Damian look pissed and disapproving at Kurt who is looking at his own tea.

“Yeah, that´s dad, the greatest detective ever!” there´s a heavy sarcasm tone in their line that Kitty is not understanding and Kurt still is talking about his own tea. The scene is being watched by Zaorva and Venus.

“I was right, Venus!” Zaorva exclaimed proudly.

“About him being an idiot or she being too sweet/naïve?” Venus asked.

“Well, both in this case, but, they will stay together from now on” Zaorva concludes impressed with herself and Venus can risk one chore done out of her list.

[thedemonconstantine]

adventurepunks​:

“Cece ‘as eaten real poo-poo too me darlin’ Yoyo”

What was kopi luwak if not poop. Cleaned and processed, digested berries. And some potions contained things such as bat excrement. Yes, well she had met him as a teenager but she also used to debate adamantly that God was actually a baby in a cot floating in space so the idea of a teenager being more than just a teenager had flown over her head…and Tim even in a hoodie looked and spoke old.

To a whimsical child at least.

“Since when does yeh care abar bein’ rude an’ declinin’ invitations? If I poked the fireplace I bets I’d find at least ten of ‘em in the ashes” she teased but halted the teasing right there, with an understanding nod.

“I is sure me ma an’ da be glad ta see yeh again Timoffy. Specially me ma-” Talia’s words still stung.

“Yeh dun ‘ave ta send cards. Yeh dun ‘ave ta sign ‘em eiver, I kin just write from Alexis & Timoffy” He didn’t have to be social or warm, he could just be an added name to her wishes.

“Or nah, if yeh nah comfy. Fink abou’ it, yeh gots till Easter. I likes sendin’ ‘andmade cards, makes em special. Imperfect, messy an’ wiff love in every inch, me da said I should remin’ lonely people they’s though’ off. Might be the only card they gets, might be thrown in the bin the moment is seen buh fer the right person, it’s sweet. I likes gettin’ cards. I likes knowin’ someone though’ of me even fer a minute ta pick un an’ sign it.”

She kept hers as decorations for a good month and then recycled them, cutting them up to add the colorful pieces to her craft box.

“I suppose I is more sentimental than yeh buh I is alrite wiff tha’.”

“I knows Iason is gun be there this year if ‘e remembers. Me bruver Damian is comin’ from Uni too, me three youngest siblins are gun be wiff Auntie June an’ uncle Chas. They’s goin’ ta see the Northen lights in Scandanavia, me auntie June is gun be Other June this Winter Solstice. Somma ta do wiff Riley an’ ‘er first blood. Makin’ a ‘oliday out of it, ma paid fer them ta ‘ave a nice vacation if uncle Chas babysits the little uns.Fer someone tha’ ‘ad a ‘obby of bein’ preggy she sure gets fed up of bein’ a mum often”

Bitter, bitter pettiness.

“Eleven actually, to be exact,” Tim corrected, “And I am not proud of it.”

He didn’t seem to mind her teasing though, leaning in to refill her cup of tea before his own.

“Really? I would think John would be the more...enthusiastic one, but I suppose maybe even he tires of my face after a while,” Just like how Alexis teased Tim, he too had a certain repertoire when it came to interacting with John.

“I suppose I don’t mind signing off some. To the ones that matter then, perhaps to Jason. I’ll skip out on Mister E though, thank you.” Tim never quite forgave that one for trying to kill him multiple times.

“Ah, her first moon is near. That means we’ll be seeing a Blood Moon this Solstice.”

Tim’s lips curled just a hint at her grumble.

“Your mother just happens to have too much on her plate is all. She tries very hard despite it all, a power mum.”

So maybe now was the right time for him to place his hand over hers just a little. Just fingers touching, and then Tim cleared his throat and took the dishes to the sink.

“Gifts,” He repeated from earlier.

“We should go shopping for gifts.”

Poo-poo Cece Poo-poo!

Yoyo didn’t seem to mind Alexis eating real droppings, after all birds did just that too when they clean their nests for their young. Or at least take it in their beaks to toss it out elsewhere later.

Poo-poo was a funny word though, almost as funny as saddo.

Alexis always has the best words.

[theonewiththeeyebrows]

My OMGCP!AU Headcanon

Gosh this got super long. 

Character dev for Jack!Derek and Bitty!Stiles (and some of the others) -- a bit different from OMGCP!

Warning/Disclaimer: I know nothing about Hockey FYI. I have never even seen a game. All my knowledge comes from OMGCP, wikipedia, the NCAA, NHL, and various other HL websites/resources. OMGCP belongs to ngoziu you can read it omgcheckplease it is a brilliant story (I love it so much!).

Jack!Derek - Son of Talia & Jerome Hale (The Hockey Power Couple); Brother of Laura Hale (2016 Olympic Figure Skating Gold Medalist)

Talia Maheegan was of the few non-Goalie women Hockey Players in Professional Men’s Hockey. She was part of the Women’s Hockey team at Beacon Hills University before she was recruited by Leksands IF (Elitserien, now the Swedish Hockey League). A few years later she was offered a contract by the Bakersfield Condors. She was ready to be closer to home, so she came back although she was a woman, when a few of the guys in the NHL team got badly injured, she was moved up to the Oilers roster. 

She met her future husband, Jerome Hale, when the Oilers played the Bruins in her rookie game and she gave him a nosebleed. She was the first female Alternate Captain for the Oilers when they won the Stanley Cup in 1984. And the first female Captain when they won in 1985. She retired in 1986 when she was pregnant, had twins Laura and Derek. 

Jerome Hale played for the Bruins but was traded in 1985-86 he was the Captain of the Oilers from 1987-1993 - Derek pooped in the Stanley cup twice during that time - in 1987 & 1988. 

Derek and Laura started skating young, Laura wasn’t into Hockey, but she started enjoying figure skating, and took that route. 

(Strike throughs are for humanAU)

Derek looked up to both his parents and wanted to follow in their footsteps. He went into the Juniors where he met Kate Argent (maybe Kate’s dad hated her and Talia for being women in a Men’s sport or something, so there was a lot of sexism and prejudice there, and internalized misogyny maybe? If werewolves exist in this verse then she’s from a werewolf hunter family as is canon and she is using him to get info as is canon). She was beautiful and ambitious, and Derek and Kate became good friends, best friends even... then more. There was a lot of pressure to do well in the juniors as it would lead into the draft which would lead to the NHL. He worked hard and honed his skills for two years before he could enter the draft.

Kate’s brother was also in the Juniors, but he was reaching the maximum age for both the draft and the league. There was a lot of talk about how Derek was top pick. Kate would keep getting in his head, Derek was on anxiety meds since he joined the juniors, Kate knew and she kept telling him to take more so that he wasn’t off his game. Just before the draft picks his parents, younger sister, aunt and uncle got into a fatal car accident with no survivors (a drunk driver drove them off the road If werewolves exist -- Gerard put a hit on the family and got them killed -- but obvs. can’t get Derek and Laura now it would be too suspicious). Laura was at a Figure Skating meet in Europe. 

Derek took his anxiety meds, alcohol and something that Kate slipped him and had a reaction that sent him to the hospital. He wakes up to Laura slumped at his bedside still in her leotard. He pulls out of the draft, the media calls it an overdose, he doesn’t correct them. He goes to a rehab center after his family’s memorial service. Laura sorts out everything with the legal team while he is in rehab. 

When he gets out he supports her while she continues working on her figure skating and he tries to figure out his life without hockey. And he can’t. One day Laura comes in throws down a Beacon Hills University Pamphlet on the counter, and when Derek looks at her questioningly, she says “Ma went there. It’s where she truly fell in love with Hockey. They would want you to be happy, Der! I want you to be happy. You’re miserable, please. Think about it. You can major in History and play Hockey. I already called the coaches, they’ve already said they’d give you a Scholarship if you wanted it.” 

Derek gets on the ice for the first time in one and a half years. He’s rusty, but it’s in his blood. He trains hard for 3 months before he thinks he’s fit enough to go to college. He applies anyways. He gets in -- even without the Scholarship -- he was good enough to. 

Bitty!Stiles - Son of Claudia (former Figure Skater) and Sheriff Noah Stilinski

Stiles’ mother dies when he is eight, and Stiles is kinda lost after that. When he’s 10 he finds his mom’s cooks books and he feels a connection to her again so he starts baking. He bakes more than he or his dad can eat, so he takes the excess to the Sheriff’s station (where his dad works) or to the farmer’s market where he makes money off of his pies. 

There is this huge rift between him and his dad, and he can’t seem to figure out how to mend it. He loves his dad, and he knows his dad loves him. But his dad started drinking after his mom died, and his mom was the glue in the family. Sometimes his dad looks at him and gets this pained look in his eyes and Stiles thinks it’s because he looks so much like her. 

Stiles started ice skating with his mom because she used to be a figure skater. She taught him all sorts of neat tricks and even tried to get him to enter a few competitions, but after she died it became another thing that became harder to do. He still went skating every weekend, but he didn’t really feel like figure skating anymore. 

His dad coached peewee football, so in an effort to bond with his dad, Stiles joined the football team but when he gets tackled within the first thirty seconds, and ends up with a compound fracture, it instills the fear of God in him, and he refuses to ever go back, regardless of what his dad says. 

How he ends up playing Hockey is a mystery to him because Hockey is a high-contact sport just like football. But he’s in a co-ed no-contact Hockey team and he meets some amazing people. He starts enjoying being on the ice again, and he starts feeling another connection to his mother -- so he starts figure skating again as well -- just a little bit -- nothing like the fancy stuff his mother made him learn. 

Stiles’ was always the underdog, he was bullied in high-school because his mother died. He was bullied because his dad was a policeman, he was bullied because he came to school in a cruiser, he was bullied because he looked weird, or talked weird, or had ADHD. He didn’t have friends (not for lack of trying). He was called homophobic slurs because he did figure skating and couldn’t take a hit (he’s bi, thanks a lot for bi-erasure assholes! at least call him the bi-phobic slurs!) He can’t find a place for himself so he starts a v-log his Junior year of high school. For some reason people enjoy his sarcasm coupled with the sweet baked goods he tutors them on. So he keeps making the videos. 

His dad can’t afford to send him to College, but he has a few options though -- a merit Scholarship (but his ADHD make it hard for him to keep his grades up), a Federal Load (does he want the government hounding him for years after he graduates), a Sports Scholarship (can he get into the NCAA?). He applies to BHU because Beacon Hills is still in California (so he’s still close to his dad, but far enough away that it’s a few hours away by road or at least a short flight away). He send a tape of him playing Hockey as well as figure skating to the Coaches along with his Scholarship Application. He didn’t expect to -- but he gets in! His dad is so proud. He comes out to his dad, but his dad doesn’t believe him. Stiles doesn’t let that bum him out though -- he’s going to college. 

BHMH 

Isaac, Boyd (Sophomores) - Live in the Attic the Haus - best friends. Boyd is quiet and constant. Isaac is sassy and loud. Together they are constantly coming up with all kinds of shenanigans. They are the ones who handle all the parties and know pretty much everyone there is to know on campus. 

Jordan (Junior like Derek) - Lives at the Haus - is everyone’s best friend. But isn’t wild/crazy. Is wildly popular. He is beautiful and used to be a model. He is a women’s and gender studies major, but he’s also studying pre-law and criminology. 

Greenburg as suggested by Nonnie (Senior) - The metaphysical Goalie - LOL - I couldn’t think of who else to put here - I guess I could have added Peter (but I really don’t like him, maybe he can be a lax bro) - gives his dibs to Stiles. 

Erica, Allison (Sophomores) - Non-Goalie team-mates who initially faced sexism from the senior teammates (not from Derek or Jordan) but proved themselves after their preseason when they took down the biggest player skate circles around all the other players, not giving up the puck even once (but also refusing to score because the guys on their team are assholes). They live in an apartment near the Haus together. They were not surprised when Jordan got the dibs instead of one of them (Derek got dibs from the outgoing captain his freshman year, when Derek was voted incoming Captain). 

Scott (Freshman like Stiles) - Stiles’ Roommate, becomes Stiles’ best friend. Wants to be a vet. Is a Derek Hale fan, but doesn’t like Derek in RL. Is a cuddle monster. Is smitten with both Kira and Allison.

Kira is the Manager (Sophomore) - Doing a semester in Japan (Studying Art and Mythology). Cannot ice-skate. 

Lydia is a girl who Stiles crushes on in one of his classes, and he invites her to Epikegster and she says yes (but as a friend). She is into Jordan. When Jordan finds out he tries to dissuade her even though he is hella into her brains and beauty combo. Stiles is bummed, but he can’t deny his friend someone awesome like Lydia. So he totally gives Jordan a thumbs up, and tells him to pursue it. Lydia and Stiles get to know each other over time and realize how great they are as friends, anything else would have been Chaos. This is also around the time Stiles starts to realize he has major feelings for Derek. Feelings that make his stomach swoop, and his breath catch, and blood rush to his cheeks, even though Derek doesn’t really do anything (other than buy him his favourite coffee, or bake a perfect lattice crust for their American Food and Culture Class, or take his cold finger into his warm hands and rub them, just to hopefully bring some warmth because he knows how cold Stiles gets (Mt. Shasta gets really cold compared to San Diego). 

Jackson and Peter can be the dreaded Lax bros. idk. Peter isn’t related to Derek. 

[Part 2]

[kurtty-drabbles]

EW Kitty au (attack on Genosha part 2)

@djinmer4 @dannybagpipesarecalling @sailorstar9 @discordsworld @look-ma-no-hands336

N/A: uhm, dramatic moment?

Kurt Wagner´s daily routine varies depending on his mood, today, the man wakes up with a need to do nothing and stay in bed, maybe, call Kitty to see if she´s alright (and enact in a mirror sex or in a real sex. Kurt can be a good boy if Kitty wants him to be) sadly his plans must be postponed as the X-men and Talia´s letter arrive at his quarters thanks to diligent hawks.

He often likes to make the X-men beg for his help, so, whatever they want him to do sure can wait a little longer as Kurt is opening Talia´s letter, and, as he finally read it Kurt now the X-men´s letter content and knows he´ll help his daughter no matter what.

___________________________________________________________________ Kitty is teaching Jia and Magik the basics of spells of attack and is pleased to see how the two are taking the craft so easily, Jia is getting a better understanding of her own powers(flying is never useless, but, you can always improve yourself) and Magik can use her demonic force, a curse installed on her, to do good things, finally is getting that a curse is not what defines you.

As she watches her pupils improve their skills, a black hawk arrives at the bay of her window, a reverence is made by both beings as Kitty receives a letter from Charlie. The handwriting is shaking and Kitty does not need to read the entire letter to know what is going on.

Lance killed Magneto. Charlie is going to confront him.

“Girls, stop what you are doing and listen to me, please” Kitty speaks with urgency in her tone and the girls stop to hear her teacher. “Genosha´s king was murder by Avalanche” the news shock everyone Magneto and Genosha are the symbol of victory for every mutant “ The X-men, the royal members of the family and my son are ready to fight for Genosha´s freedom, now, I´ll help my son and those in need, but, I need to ask if you two want to join me.” Jia and Magik are pondering this situation, true, they got better in their witchcraft than the others, but, still is something no one should hush to “I wouldn´t ask this for you girls if I didn´t believe you are able to do it. The choice is yours and any option you choose I´ll cater”

Illyana Rasputin and Jia Jang mutter for a moment and they nod. “We know healing spells, we know how to infiltrate places and we know nasty curses, what´s the point of being a witch if we won´t ever use our powers?!”

Normally, the X-men wouldn´t like to be associated with Necromancers, yet, this is an especial situation and any help is welcome. Scott is tracking a strategy as Jean is communicating with Wanda, well, trying to, as Wanda is sleeping, however, Jean manages to contact Pietro and Lorna.

“They are fine and unharmed. Lance is now the self-declared king of Genosha, what we can do, Scott?” Cyclops is thinking on the safety of the others as Talia is thinking about her family and hardly is caring for the “but” it came.

“Father” Talia speaks as Damian is talking with his father about not change into a dragon, as this could kill everyone. Her tone is strong enough to earn everyone´s attention. “Is any of those men and woman ever worked for you?”

Kurt shakes his head, but, mentioned he did work with them and Lance didn´t get a good impression on the man, no one will mention the irony of this statement. Charlie and Kitty are silent, until, Kitty herself speaks. “I know him, often mumbles about Genosha and retribution and has an awful temper…and is too sexist to a woman can do real damage, in fact, he loves underestimate people”

Charlies pipes in calmly and in a cold fashion. “He´ll underestimate me, and once the leader is out the army will be without control” Charlies concludes.

“Yes, but and the hostages? How can we know they won´t go killing them?” Scott asked and Kitty raises her hand silencing him.  “ The X-men and the Necromancer over there” she points at Kurt who is amused “as well Nocturne and Salamander can fight to each member, they want to show off who´s the best and the chance to fight more royals will be too much be let go” Kitty concludes.

Kurt wants to question where Kitty would be in this plan, however, she already responds to this question. “My students can infiltrate and take prince Pietro and Princess Lorna without a problem, and, I can break the hex they put on Wanda”

Talia knows there´s something more going, but, she wants her mother back. “Charlie, don´t kill him…I want to have this pleasure”

The X-men manage to get the army by surprise and Kitty´s word is proven true as many of the guards let their position to fight the famous X-men and even to face of the necromancer, who, ironically did do much but is the one most guards fear.

Talia is mad and for the first time is not holding back. Damian does not need to worry for her as she´s not the weak princess many thought she is.

Prince Pietro spot a blue girl with short hair, channel style, and a Russian girl with bangs who break the seal code where he was with an easy. They introduce themselves as Kitty´s students and created a fake Pietro, in case a guard resolves to be here, and disguise him.

“Come on, we´ll take you to the outside of the city where you´ll be safe” Yana speaks but Pietro prefers to see where his sisters and goes running, much to Yana and Jia´s dismay. Yana uses the teleportation and goes to where Lorna is and look at the dumbfound prince who is not managing to break the cellar, not the seals.

“Dude, we´re pros here, let us do our job, ok?” Jia speaks and the two are working to break the seals as Lorna is talking with her brother. “Who are they?” and Pietro only replies. “Kitty´s newest students”

Wanda is on a room where sirens are singing their lullaby to make Scarlet Witch be asleep, however, Kitty faces sirens before and this is nothing new to her. “Ladies, you all have beautiful voices” the creatures stop singing for a moment “But I´m afraid the song must stop now!” her eyes are pitch black and her smile is not a friendly one.

Lance is in the throne room enjoying his time, until, the fight begins and his army is facing the X-men who are taking them out of Genosha, Avalanche is losing his temper and the palace is suffering from his wrath.

“Oh, you never change, do you?” a voice jolt Lance back to reality and he sees Charlie Pryde who is facing him without a care. “Avalanche!”

“Oh, you´re him. Her boy, tell me has your mother ever told you who your real father is?” Lance speaks looking at the young man with interest; if the Fantastic Four values him so much…he must be powerful.

Charlie is bemused. “Not, but she told me who is the sperm donor and you´re just like I picture, an asshole with grandiose” Charlie concludes and Lance lost his mind and causes an Avalanche that never was fully concrete as hands stop him.

In fact, the hands are ghostly from the ground that Charlie is controlling, and is preventing Lance to use his powers. “Son, please, you´re meant to rule by my side, we can make Genosha our home”

Charlie´s eyes are too calculist, too cold and unnerving. “A bit late for the father and son bonding, don´t you think?” Charlie is controlling the hands, making the herculean effort to not murder him.

Lance, somehow, kick a lever who manages to throw spears at Charlie, his blood runs through the wall and floor easily and making the hands fall. “Should have killed me when you had the chance, boy” Lance has a nasty smile on his face, “daddy is really disappointed, a great necromancer as mother and you learn only this? Pathetic”

Charlie coughs blood and slowly remove the speer from his stomach, noticing the hole and the pain that comes along and only smirks as Lance is stepping away in fear. The hole is healing and the hands of the deads are holding Lance strongly and lifting him up.

“There you´re” Kurt shows up in a friendly fashion as Charlie is about to torn Lance apart. Kurt is smiling at Lance´s pain. “Do you want to kill him? Go ahead, you can bring his body back and Talia can kill him, it will be like a date”

Lance is talking again. “I´m your father, you must obey me, help me boy” and this make Kurt smiles widely as it opens old memories, however, Charlie makes a promise to Talia. “No, she has the right to decide what to do with him” the ghostly hands paralyze him and drop him on the ground.

“Your mother would be proud of you” Kurt speaks looking at Lance amused. “revenge is better if is served together”

“Why are you here? I know you don´t care for my well being” Charlie asked crossing his arms as Kurt has that fond smile on his face.

“Your mother would cry if something happens to you, mother, in my time, don´t cry for their children, but yours would and that´s what makes her a good mother” Kurt speaks in an enigmatic way. The royal family, the X-men, Kitty and her students arrive in the throne room and Wanda is ready to give a punishment to this man.

“ You´re indeed lucky, Charlie Pryde, don´t forget about that” and Kurt goes to his daughter as Kitty goes to Charlie, along with Jia and Yana.

The revelation of Charlie´s parentage was made by accident, not by Charlie, nor by Kurt or even Kitty, but, it was a confession one of the generals of Avalanche did to save his own face and Talia is the one who heard the confession and the affirmation from Charlie that Avalanche is his biological father. In his own words, the sperm donor, no one questions why this makes Kurt smiles fondly.

[thedemonconstantine]

adventurepunks​:

“Me ma is a survivalist. Yeh might fink she’s all fancy fancy buh she taught me ta be resourceful as much as me da did. I kin pack light trust me- I kin scavenge as we goes as well” Alexis might despite Talia…but she loved her mother more than her anger towards her.

“Aye. I is me da’s daughter,I is nah gun lay down an’ nah fight fer me life.I is tougher than me da, yous gun see. Gimme time an’ yous gun see we wus meant ta pair up” She might not know Tim’s whole story but she didn’t join him blind either. John knew things, only shared half and made up half to go with it.

“Buh I respectfully ask yeh ta call ‘im John ta me. ‘e nah likes ta be called Constantine an’ it makes me cringe ta ‘ear ‘im called it“

“Oi! Me readin’ nook is cozy yous just jealous cus yous nah ‘ave a ‘ammock an’ now yeh wants one buh will nah manifest one cus I is gun call yeh a copycat” Alexis grinned as she looked at the painting one more time.

It seemed the nap rejuvenated her plenty.

“Yoyo, ‘mere a second.” Alexis stroked that pretty face. “Fanks mate, yous a good un. I just wanted ta look at yeh fer a second. Ta remember yeh-” she smiled brightly to that happy face.

“Does yeh like footie?” she asked Tim as she packed her blanket and coat back into her backpack.

“Me bruvver is gettin’ signed ta Chelsea. Ma is proud as pie-” That letter in her backpack said so.

Letters from Talia she had to save for moments she had the courage to read them.

"I don’t doubt your skills, Alexis. I know your mother taught you well,” Tim mused more to himself than to her, for he was considering other things too.

“A believer of Fate, are we?” He teased her a little for sometimes she’d retort that she’d wrangle things into her own hands, but sometimes she’d also have notions that there was something bigger at play, be it Arcane in nature or perhaps even out of a romantic whim. Who knew with this girl who was as capricious and wild as the North Wind?

“No, John doesn’t like to be called the Constantine but that is unfortunately still the name he inevitably carries, and in his case it is the bloodline that is heavier with more duty than you can ever imagine, and it is his bloodline that I’m speaking of, which is why in this instance I use ‘Constantine’ and not ‘John’. 

It would be less confusing this way. John is John. Constantine is Constantine. Sometimes they are the same person, other times they’re not. 

Just like you. You are Alexis, you are a Constantine, you are also an Al Ghul. Sometimes you’re one and the same, other times you’re not. Sometimes you’re two of three. We’re all made out of multiple facets. I bring this up now because when the time comes - and mind you it will come, you would have to choose which facet of yourself you’d have to be. None may be the right choice, none may be the good choice, but they are invariably choices you still have to make. 

So think about it.”

It was about priorities, about moral pillars and boundaries when the time calls for it and the Arcane would come to collect.

“What is it but simply a collection of syllables at the end of the day? A sound that cannot hurt you should you refuse to let it do so.”

Detachment. A thing Tim learnt when he was barely 12.

Scritch necky please! Yoyo ask nice nice!

“Football is ridiculous. Eleven grown men running after a ball in a space that could be returned to the wild for nature to flourish again. It’s just as bad as golf.

Good that Jimi managed to make a living out of it, although that too is not something I am particularly fond of. The whole football culture is a result of capitalism and greed. People treated as commodities and traded between clubs. All form of loyalty is destroyed, all bonds only monetary in nature.

Don’t even get me started with the on-field antics. Even sportsmanship they have succeeded in destroying.”

[thedemonconstantine]

adventurepunks​:

“You should have just picked yourself your Heelys and come found me then perhaps you would not have gotten into trouble or humiliated me again.” She was running out of toy shops to take him to for in Talia’s eyes there was nothing worse than public humiliation. “Your behavior dishonors your mother Jimi Constantine. I am still proud of your victory and I love you dearly I just wish you would respect me a little more”

“All these women looking at me, judging me what do they know” Talia was muttering to herself. “I am a good fucking mother, I try so fucking hard” she muttered again as they drove back to Camden.

“Alexis will survive without her balloon.” Talia sharply answered looking at him through the rear view mirror. A testament to how good a driver was that even if she was enraged she didn’t put their lives in danger with speeding or not paying attention to the road.

Home sweet home and how Talia abandoned her heels the moment they walked inside and didn’t even acknowledge her daughter or husband to just walk herself into the master bedroom to run a bath.

“Did yeh win Jimini Cricket?” Alexis asked putting down her coloring book staring at the empty space that a moment ago was Talia and then turned to smile to her brother. Whatever happened she wanted Jimi to smile.

"Nuuuuh, I lost your balloon, Cece. It was a space ninja pirate too, wiff gold teef ‘n e’eryfing!” Said Jimi as he pouted his way through the door.

A trophy was great but it was just a lame piece of metal. Jimi really liked that balloon. Ah well, he gave his trophy to his sister. That should answer her question.

“Is e’en in your stewpid pink colour, like,” Which made the face look sunburnt but whatever, right?

“Ma says I’m nah a-pee-pee-I-ate ‘n I needs castrate.”

Jimi dragged his feet into the bedroom and flopped onto the carpet with a heavy sigh, hugging Runner and stroking the poor duck’s wrung neck.

“Wohsit, yeh Ma said woh now?” John grinned after seeing Talia make a beeline towards the bathroom, judging the amount of horror she faced by the current state of her hair, which looked like Alexis right about now.

He walked over to the twins’ bedroom and leaned against the doorjamb with a coffee in hand.

“Go wash yeh ‘ands ‘n feet, Jimi. Yeh face too. Go now,” Knowing the boy, Jimi would have brought home an entire ecosystem of bacteria despite Talia’s constant vigilance.

“Wiff soap!”

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“Clever boy” Talia muttered under her breath and then laughed lightly as John stole another kiss of her no doubt to rouse the kids into reactions.

“At least it’s not one of your more graphic children’s stories like the boy that cried wolf “ Talia challenged John for it was rather graphic for children.

“Teaches what happens when you tell a lie” a girl answered Talia so proud of herself for she remembered the message from John’s last visit.

“Are you sure that is the message?” Talia asked the little girl.

“What else could it be?”

“Never tell the same lie twice”  the woman answered and fussed over the young girl’s hair to French braid it yet her attention was entirely on Ishak. The kids seemed to be enjoying John’s company as well as be rather well behaved during dinner.

Well, loud and unruly but not exactly pandemonium as she had expected.

“Who is this child?” Talia asked taking the seat next to John of course it was the brown skinned intelligent boy that drew her attention.

“Hah!” Said John with a slap to his knee at Talia’s response to the little girl, the newest addition to this establishment. She was barely seven and placed here due to an alcoholic single mother.

“Ishak, a lil’ lost ducky from Syria,” He replied softly enough so that the other children wouldn’t pick up anything even if they eavesdrop, bumping shoulders with Talia as he tore up yet another hot cross bun, his fifth for the night.

“Poor sod’s Ma passed from ill ‘ealth. Can’t go back, stuck ‘ere wit’ finicky papers, a lad down th’ system. Been ‘ere since ‘e was three, picked up our native tongue fast enough. Reads wohe’er I bring ‘im.

Why?”

John asked despite already having quite the clue judging from Talia’s face. Sometimes he could just read her like an open book.

“Aren’tcher Chosen female th’ last I checked? Or will dey be mostly female from now on?”

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“ He is nine. He has no business being on social media, the internet is full of child predators.Look at him, he is a blond blue eyed child, prime target for human trafficking and he is easily one of the handsomest boys his age. No, thank you. No social media until he is old enough to castrate someone threatening him” Talia so nonchalantly and passionately stated for her kids were as gorgeous as kids came!

Forms in hand she buckled the boy in.

“I saw my prince, you were such a natural. It was like watching a professional just shorter. I am not surprised in the slightest you are being scouted. You made me so proud specially that penalty goal”

She drove glancing at the rear view mirror to admire her sweet child that was growing so fast.

“Frankie and Bennys of course. Who else can fill that bottomless pit you call a tummy, Jimi” Talia answered and blew him a kiss through the mirror and soon enough they were parked behind King’s college to walk over to the family restaurant and of course she helped him grab a balloon from the door stand.

“Maaaaa- Ma Ma! Woh’s a castrate?” Jimi asked as he tumbled out of the car with his hands on her thigh.

“Is it likes a box? A big one?” Sounds like a barrel or some sort of car.

“I WANTS A CASTRATE!”

He pumped his fist into the air. Oop! Time to windmill! Jack B. Nimble onto his exciting adventures of killing cloud giants and grabbing treasure!!

Jimi jumped over cracks on the tarmac because they were large rivers now! That pebble right there was a trap! He had to get to the secret cave entrance or things would be disastrous! Dastardly! Dangerable!

Whatever!

“Frankie! Frankie! Benny’s! Benny’s!” Jimi chanted because having a rhythm was super important when doing a full action sequence!

“Pizza! Pizza! Pizza!” He had totally forgotten he wanted spicy chicken wings because suddenly pizza was better!

“PIZZAAAA——“

Vroooom vrooom! Here comes Jack on an alien space balloon!

“Ma, Ma! MA!” Jimi pulled on his mother’s hand and pointed to the restaurant’s mascot Sketch, already dragging her over with all of his weight and force and might because he wanted to kick the person inside! Or a photo whichever he could get away with!