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starry-bi-sky · 4 months ago

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finally giving fem danyal her own au and fulfilling my 'danny is an animal whisperer' agenda at the same time: mother of monsters danyal 2.0

i say "2.0" because TECHNICALLY 'mother of monsters danyal' is an au I made back in June for Dark fem!Danyal (who I promptly named Layal). However, I haven't posted much for her yet, and I like the "mother of monsters" premise too much to leave it only to Layal. Plus Danyal in that au was going to become the mother of monsters anyway, just with significantly less world domination and mass extinction.

'Animal whisperer' Danny has been something I've been thinking about since my latest DP 'wolfpack au' post and it's! So fun to think about, and who no better to assign the idea to than Danyal Al Ghul? Who comes from a family infamously known for their love of animals and nature?

Fem Danyal is just purely self-indulgent. *gestures wildly at her* i just lomvb,,, her,,,, I've only really mentioned her in context of the 'Things in Threes' au/my first Danyal al Ghul au with the facial scar, but she's!!! I love her. She deserves her own au <33

So kill three birds with one stone! Make a post about it.

Anyways, Danny has a large lair. Similar to cult leader danyal, her lair is a giant mountain region resembling nanda parbat with a big temple/palace-like area built into the mountain. It's large, it's overflowing with natural flora, with its own mini-floating islands hovering over some areas, and it's also completely empty.

Danny takes one look at her lair upon first meeting, -- noting that it looked relatively smaller from the outside -- and promptly, with the elegance of an Al Ghul, goes "What the hell??" Because yes, while she does enjoy her own solitude and privacy, this is a bit ridiculous.

For heaven's sake, there's even a massive lake in there! What's she going to do with all this space? Can she make it any smaller? Why is it so big in the first place? This looks borderline like one of the mega-islands!

She finds out later that apparently, the amount of ectoplasm a ghost has can have an effect on the size of their lair. And since she has such a large core, her lair reflects that. Wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey stuff, it's bigger on the inside so it doesn't take up "too much space" on the outside. Don't worry about it too much.

Danyal isn't totally opposed to having such a large lair, she's just... a bit baffled by it. It feels like so much wasted space is all. All this flora and no fauna to enjoy it with. It's practically eerie.

She decorates her temple-palace area, transforming rooms to match her needs as she sees fit. In the center of the inner gardens is a massive tree that she likes to climb, with twisting, winding branches. Sam and Tucker have honorary rooms, even if they can't safely leave the specter speeder for long periods of time, even with proper safety equipment. So does Jazz. Ali (Dani) has one too, but he can actually use that one, and Danny brought him to her lair so he could decorate it himself.

She has a personal garden, but for the most part she lets the flora exist as it is. Too much space to cultivate it en masse anyways.

Skip to a few weeks later, on her next visit to Clockwork. She developed a habit of going to see him semi-regularly just because. She enjoys his wisdom, and he has a lot of stories to tell, and when he's not being the cryptic and esoteric timekeeper, he's a bit goofy.

(pushing my dadwork agenda here,,, i think Danny deserves to go 'hey, Lord Clockwork, do you want me to buy you something' while she's at walmart, only to receive a singular glowing sticky note that says 'cucumber gatorade'.)

(She insists on referring to him with his proper titles even for the most mundane of things because it's proper, but Clockwork sees a future where she eventually calls him "Cee" and by all things in existence is he determined to get there. Anyways,,,)

On her next visit to Clockwork, just as she is about to leave, Clockwork stops her and goes; "Ah, I have something for you. Hold out your hands."

Danny does as such, and Clockwork doesn't give out things often, so her curiosity has spiked to the highest levels. He turns away from her for a moment, using his staff to summon whatever it is he needs, and when he turns around.

He drops a fish into her hands. Granted, a fish in a small glass tank. But a fish nonetheless. A small one, roughly about the size of her finger, with a blue-black, eel-shaped body and four sets of glowing eyes. She can see thin, almost translucent, but spiny fins down its back and the start of bioluminescent markings. It's swimming around in circles in its small container.

"Lord Clockwork." Danyal says all too calmly.

"Yes, Danyal?"

"What is this?"

"That is an adolescent leviathan, Danyal." She’s transfixed onto the tank, but she doesn’t need to see Clockwork’s face to hear the smile he’s stifling.

The myriad of emotions that runs through her all at once threatens to overwhelm her, and she can’t tell if the feelings are negative or positive. So she carefully closes her eyes to breathe in through her nose.

“Clockwork.”

“Ah, I see you’ve dropped formalities.”

She ignores that.

“Why have you given me an adolescent leviathan?”

She's expecting the trickster to look amused when she opens her eyes. Instead, he just looks endeared. "I know you're fond of animals," he says, "and you always look amazed when you come across an animal of the realms. So I thought you might enjoy taking care of the young beast, it's mother is dead so it has no one to care for it."

Oh.

"But, if you don't like it," Clockwork's hands reach out for the tank, "I can simply take it back--"

Danyal shifts the tank out from his reach and hugs it possessively. "I never said that. How do I care for it?"

And so clockwork gives her a list, and when Danyal returns to her lair, she sets up a large tank in her room for the leviathan to swim in -- it's much too small for the lake right now, she thinks. She'll feel better if it's somewhere she can find it. She names him Suhā.

Suhā grows quickly, and by the end of the mortal month she transforms one of the rooms into a large pond for him to swim around in. He's a very loyal beast, recognizing her as it's mother of some kind. Danyal takes great care ensuring that her beastie gets quality care, and Suhā swims to the surface to see her when he senses her in the room.

It spirals from there. Somehow, Pandora catches wind that Clockwork gave her a leviathan, and so the next time Danyal visits the Greater Athens, she gives her a baby chimera. It's eyes are still sealed shut, Danyal can't bring herself to say no. She names the little beastie Firas.

Frostbite hears about it too, and not to be outdone, gives her an animal she's never even heard of. Infinite-realms born, apparently. A fox-like creature with two small horns like an impala, four eyes, and tall legs. The name isn't something she's quite sure how to write down, and she's positive that her friends won't be able to comprehend it. She names her Eira.

Getting the three of them used to each other was... interesting. Suhā tried to eat Firas when Danyal first introduced the two, and they've hated each other ever since. Firas and Eira are seemingly getting along. Her island already feels full enough with the three of them on it.

Of course, that's not the end of it. With her luck, she begins stumbling across other monsters. Realms-borne or otherwise. An injured hydra in the Grecian islands that, through lots of trial and error, Danyal is able to rehabilitate and heal. It routinely comes to visit her afterwards.

A griffin with a broken wing that she moves permanently to the island that likes to keep to itself, but tends to come down when she's near. It gets along best with Firas.

A panther-like monster from the Shades Woods that had six legs and three tails, with ends that reminded her of a venus flytrap. It stuck around the heavy foliage and she can only make out where it was when she saw its golden eyes reflect.

She befriends a young indrik with its leg injured, and much like the hydra it follows her back to her island, and stays there in the mountains. It comes out when she's alone, much like her other beasts.

She receives two more leviathan -- one from clockwork, and one she finds herself while exploring the deeper and darker recesses of the Ghost Zone. It was huddled against the carcass of its mother, and she managed to befriend and get close enough to it to bring it back to her island. Suhā is fully grown by then, with a head bigger than Danyal herself and he still likes to stick her head out of the water for nuzzles when she's near.

He's not very happy with his new siblings, but he's not trying to eat them when she's not looking. So she calls it a win in her book.

And it's not just large beasts either; smaller animals begin popping up when she's not looking. Bird-like creatures and small mammals, and she swears she saw a doe (or something resembling a doe) grazing in the forest while she was walking by.

She takes back with her a lone snake egg once, and it grows so big it wraps around her island and sleeps with its massive head on the mountain beside the temple, like some smaller breed of Jörmungandr.

And on and on it goes. Some of the beasts she comes across never step foot onto her island, some of them follow her back, while others she has to carry back. Not all of the ones that follow her stay, and Danny rehabilitates the injured and releases them when they're fully healed.

It's hectic, and busy, and frankly she loves it. Some of her rehabilitated beasts return to visit her, or to have their children somewhere on the island, or whatever it is they need to do.

She becomes a bit infamous for it. She goes to visit Dorathea once, and as she's walking through the streets she can hear some of the denizens whispering while she walks past.

"Is that her?"

"Her highness' friend? Yes--"

"--that's the one--"

"--Mother of monsters--"

Danny's not sure how to feel about that.

Although, she can't say she's opposed.

Danyal Al Ghul, Mother of monsters, raiser of beasts. It has a nice ring to it.

#danny fenton is not the ghost king #dpxdc #dp x dc #dpxdc crossover #danyal al ghul au #dpxdc prompt #fem danny fenton #fem danyal al ghul #mother of monsters danny #if anyone wants to hear about Layal specifically I'd be HAPPY to tell you about her. she's inspired by the song 'scylla' from epic #you can't leave me with dark danny for too long i give him depth if i do. anyways i gave layal mommy issues. she has a complicated view on #danyal and both loves and hates her in equal measure. she killed her out of mercy. she's her mother her sister her other half.#she despises her. she misses her. she'll never see her again. she sees her every time she looks in the mirror. she's 24. she's 10 years old #can you tell that i made layal during a time where i was thinking about the 'dan is danny's kid' dpdc trope bc that's exactly what happened #*holds dad!clockwork up like potato.* 'i just think he's neat :)'#i am incapable of making things only cracky. i must make it meaningful in some way or another.#MMMM i have to cut it off here before it gets too looooNNGGG.#if this flops i'll be sad :((#i just think the idea that danyal has her own little world on her island is neat. she's got dragons and wyrms and serpents and giant wolves #and griffins and one time there's a sphinx although she doesn't stay permanently. Danyal has a blast answering her riddles though.#that panther is based off the dnd displacer beast. there's little salamanders and gazelles with three eyes. there's more sea monsters than #just suhā and the other two leviathans but i couldnt think of any. im obsessed with the sea serpents if you havent notice LMFAO.#there's pegasi and a manticore and a ton of infinite realms monsters that are just an assortment of animals slapped together #the shades woods are a mega-island idea that i had. they're where a bunch of the “shades ghosts” are from. Its this large forest area with #megaflora trees similar to the redwood forest with canopies so thick and wide that no light can reach the bottom. so all of the native faun #living there have adapted to live in the shadows. there are a few villages that live in tall tree houses like the ewok villages that outsid #ghosts can go visit. the panther that's from there is very fond of danyal honestly. anyways yEAH ANIMAL WHISPERER DANNY.#her beasties are all animals up until she's like. 19. where she promptly steals an infant minotaur from a Legends Islands near Pandora #he wasn't being treated well okay!!! she couldn't stand by and watch. his name is asterion. he's a year old. and she'll kill for him.#i dont have enough tags to talk about Damian or her family >:T. just know that i am leaning into her assassin bg as usual :)

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too-tired-to-write · 7 months ago

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A cottage in the woods is not a normal place for a little old lady to live. To be outside of the village means to be outside of the community.

Witches live in cottages in the woods.

Witches occupy an odd space in society – not quite in and not quite out at the same time. They are the one everyone turns to when the cattle are sick, the milk is sour, the crops are blighted or the people are afflicted.

Of course, regular, upstanding, God-fearing folk are very suspicious of things like that. It stands to reason, don’t it, if they can make sickness and blight go away, that they can cause it to arrive as well? Best for everyone if that sort of thing gets stamped out, good and proper.

Little Red Riding Hood’s Grandmother lived in a cottage in the woods.

It so happened that one day Grandmother was sick. Mother packed a basket with cakes and wine, and sent Red out to deliver it.

She sensed Him before she saw Him – just a flicker of something shadowy moving between the trees.

She kept walking, every sense alert. There He was again, closer this time. Her pace quickened.

Again – looking at her, now, she could see the starlight glow of His eyes. Little Red Riding Hood dropped to one knee.

“My Lord,” she said. The Wolf padded over to her, silent as nightfall.

“Leave the path and follow me,” the Wolf commanded.

A man from outside the village had been hired. He came with experience, and he came with an axe.

He’d also come with a dog, but it had stepped on a thorn on the way to the village and had gone terribly lame. Fortunately he’d met a woman on the road with a dog for sale; a fine hunting hound, she assured the woodsman, but since her husband had run off she had no use for it.

The woodsman was well pleased with his new purchase. It was a fine hound; as big as a wolf, powerful and fast as lightning, with fierce eyes. Smart too; did everything you told it right away. You could almost think it understood you.

He tackled the old crone first. The old ones were usually the most dangerous – they’d had decades to gather knowledge and power.

That made it all the more strange that she didn’t fight back. He’d made his move whilst she was drawing water from her well; she was struggling to haul up a full bucket of water, and vulnerable. His new dog had leapt to her throat and she’d seemed to accept it. Dead before she hit the ground.

He dragged her to the nearby stream and chopped her into pieces, throwing them into the water one by one. It was important to dispose of the body properly. There must be no risk of the perverse creatures returning and seeking out vengeance.

His new hound went and ate up her heart, the stupid creature. Snatched it up off the ground and near enough swallowed it whole whilst his back was turned. Still, it was only natural. It was just a dog, and this was just another hunting trip to it, he supposed. Probably it’s previous master has allowed it to eat scraps of offal after a successful hunt.

The woodsman took down the Mother next. One of the men from the village had told him where to find her, and he and his stealthy new hound had crept up on her picking apples from her garden.

Again, he dragged her to the nearby stream and chopped her into pieces, throwing them into the water one by one.

His new hound went and ate up the Mother’s heart too. Snatched it up off the ground and near enough swallowed it whole whilst his back was turned. Still, it was only natural. It was just a dog, and this was just another hunting trip.

He decided to see if the new hound could track the maid. A village woman identified a red cape with a hood that had been left in the cottage the maid and her Mother had lived in as belonging to the maid, and the woodsman held it out for the hound to sniff.

“Go find her,” he encouraged it. “Track down that evil thing.”

The dog needed no further prompting. It made a circle around the cottage, then set off into the woods with it’s head down. Delighted, the woodsman slung his axe over his shoulder and followed.

Little Red was ready when the woodsman and the Wolf arrived.

She had followed the Wolf’s instructions exactly; a small fire was burning within a ring of small stones. A long, sharp knife tied to her belt. Needle and thread in her skirt pocket. A small straw doll, a lock of Little Red’s hair wound around it’s waist, sat hidden away in the hollow of a nearby tree.

The Wolf had come into the clearing first, still in the form of a hunting dog. He trotted over and pushed His muzzle into her hands. Comforting her. He knew she was afraid.

The woodsman’s voice was hard and cold.

“Get! Get her! Get her, you bloody useless article!”

He was striding towards them, face pinched in anger.

“Bewitch my dog would you, you bloody woman?” he snarled.

He raised his axe high over his head, and swing it down on Little Red.

In the hollow of a nearby tree, the doll of straw split into two. But not a thing happened to Little Red; the axe swung through her as though she were a mirage. The woodsman’s axe sunk into the ground with a thud, dragging him down with it.

The Wolf leapt.

Red saw His form change as He leapt, edges blurring as he became less something flesh and blood and more something shadow and spirit. By the time He was sinking His teeth into the woodsman’s thick neck, there was no mistaking Him for a hunting dog.

Little Red had to do the next part alone.

The Wolf lay by the fire and sent Himself into a deep, heavy sleep. Little Red held her knife in the fire for a moment, and once it had cooled sufficiently she used it to slit open the belly of the Wolf.

Out of the Wolf’s belly fell Grandmother and Mother! They held one another and rejoiced to be here, reunited and alive.

Mother held the pin in the fire, and when it had cooled sufficiently she took the thread and sewed the Wolf’s belly back up. Grandma whispered into His ears, and He awoke.

“Thank You, my Lord,” the three witches said.

“It was no trouble,” the Wolf replied. “You are my children.”

#I think this is my fave so far #little red riding hood 25 times #writing #creative writing #short story #original writing #original fiction #Mother maiden and crone #witches three #fairy tail #fairy tale retelling #little red riding hood #I like wolves #wolves are good

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