Not The Blood Son
Damian is not Bruce Wayne's biological son. A fact that no one was aware of, not even Talia herself.
This was because Ra found the DNA of a being related to the Lazarus pits, and was willing to make a clone for further study; However, he lost the sample. On the other hand, Talia, who was trying to created a kid of her and her beloved used the wrong sample.
Talia never realized this due to Damian's resemblance to Bruce. When Damian got to the mansion, Bruce take Talia's word for it, of course, she ran some blood tests but the computer started crashing at that point, showing the result to be 'similar'. He decided to do new tests later, but that result was enough at the time.
Everything Damian was proud of: his heritage, his own as the only blood son, his right to be "Batman", was gone as soon as his mother revealed the truth. His father, of course, said that he was still his son regardless of blood but Damian was not happy with that.
He was supposed to be different from his brothers, he was supposed to be Batman, but if he wasn't... who was he? What was his true purpose? what was the right path to choose?
Determined to find a new purpose, Damian decided to search for his biological father. Something in which his family offered him support. The problem was that the only information they had came from Ra and one of his former business associates. A certain "Plasmius", Damian's father had no other description beyond "Related to the Lazarus pits"
Danny Fenton, finally out of the hero life, and living with his "cousin" in Amity (and the Infinite Realms) had no idea how much was about to change his quiet retirement life.
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i am so in need of a fanfic about sanji comforting nami and not being a creepy about it, just being there for his friend and crewmate, maybe hugging her and saying everything is okay, making her favorite dish and giving her comfort food which makes her cry even more (her comfort food is tangerines and tangerines makes her think about her mother and thinking about her mother in a bad moment like this just makes her more emotional), staying by her side until she feels better, then when she's okay sanji doesn't say anything about what happened just smiles and go "if you need someone to talk to i'm here" and she believes him and starts to feel comfortable with him and they hang out, they comfort each other and and
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Love how Vox and Velvette seem to alternate between portraying themselves as the ‘head’ of their little trio, with Velvette referring to herself as “the backbone of the Vees” and Vox plastering his logo over everything and vehemently denying Alastor's insinuation that he couldn't go on without the other two.
And meanwhile, like… Hells entire cinematic industry seems to mostly centre around porn.
Like, I'm sure there are other films out there (Blitzø has apparently seen Shrek) but the “cinephiles” are all off watching “award winning demon bukkake shows”. And I'd be very surprised if the internet porn industry wasn't also pretty big.
Outside the main three Vees, Angel Dust appears to be the figure most associated with their brand. Not any of Velvette's models or Vox's stars. And posters of Angel appear in the Lust Ring in Ozzies, implying that Val's influence extends outside Pride, something that doesn't seem to be the case for the other Vees.
And the whole reason Vox had to hire Sir Pentious to spy on the hotel is because Val hires so many people that all the randos on the street who might be looking for a quick buck were already working for him. Given how sex-obsessed the culture is generally (and considering that for every pornstar Val hires, he's also going to need several camera people, sound people, set designers, editors, etc.) Val could easily qualify as the biggest employer in Pride.
And if he owns even a fraction of those souls, he'd probably be one of the most powerful Overlords with or without the other two backing him up.
And that's not even getting into the age thing!
All the Media Demons seem to be loosely associated with the era when their chosen form of media got popular.
Vel is the social media demon, and one of the youngest Overlords, seeming to have died in the '10s. Vox is the TV demon and supposedly died in the 1950s. Alastor is the Radio Demon and died in the 1930s.
Photographic porn first became a big thing in the late 1800s. Val's style of dress to me loosely indicates 1910s or 1920s. If we're sticking with the established pattern then Valentino could well be older than Alastor.
What I'm saying is: the reason Valentino seems so much less concerned with the image and branding of the Vees compared to the other two might not just be him being dumb and impulsive.
From his perspective, the whole Vee thing might just be something his boyfriend and best friend are invested in, that he just kinda puts up with (and, heck, probably finances) because it makes them happy and gets him out of Overlord meetings.
Out of the three of them, Val may actually be the one who would be most able to go it alone, and the one who is the main source of their power. Possibly the only reason Vox and Vel even get to argue over who is the top dog in the group is because the actual top dog is too busy with his real business to give much of a shit about their fun side project.
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imo the thing about ascended astarion is that he does love his LI, but he no longer shows it in any meaningful way. everything he does is out of fear and he thinks he's performing a show of love, but has his vulnerability locked behind so many layers of a role he's playing. He's using this role as a layer of separation to prevent him from feeling weak and vulnerable in the way love makes him feel while also manipulating the LI into complacency so they don't leave him before the tadpoles are dealt with.
he can feel that flicker of what once was, but it's accompanied by feeling small and weak. the ways he doles out affection affirms that he is none of those things. so, no. not showing love, but showing how he's the one in control. like he tells araj, he needs people to know who owns who, now.
it comes back to "I can be yours, and you can be all mine. If only for the night," but instead of the the equal partnership that springs from the Graveyard Scene where they vow to be each other's for as long as the other will love them, accepting the uncertainty of that future because of the abundance of joy living a life worth living can bring when lived together, Astarion has to establish ownership over his LI.
He owns them, body, heart, and soul, but the only piece of him his LI has is the piece that no longer exists. the piece of him that was the sweet, vulnerable Spawn who was starting to see kindness in the world where it once was cold and unwelcoming.
he loves them, but it's locked up so deep, all he can feel is a flicker of remembrance, like he lost something.
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You know what would be awful for the test track au? If vic just happened to stop by after a particularly brutal test. Sahota is more wreaked than usual and is aware that vic is there and is really hoping this is the last of it.
But its just a check in. Vic determines that sahota is fine to continue (probably in a 'he better stick through this if he wants to show he can take it') before leaving. No idea when this will end and also maybe embarrassed/scared of being so weak in front of vic.
-🐀 rat anon
😭😭 Sahota thinks he's going home but Vic leaves without him
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while my mind's mostly in the post-game brainrot hours when it comes to mal
every once in a while I think about her and astarion during the game events, especially early act 3, when they are still unsure about their relationship, but even with all that uncertainty, there's this gentle warm feeling shared between them
and there's an odd sense of innocence there, they're almost like two teenagers falling in love. stumbling through their feelings, haunted by certain fears and anxieties. of fucking it all up. of letting each other down. but above all, of not being enough.
they're not sleeping together at that point, of course, but instead they talk. they find a quiet spot somewhere on the outskirts of their camp and just chat. they go over the events of the day, they try to guess what happens next. they talk a little bit about themselves, get to know each other on a deeper level.
and that's how, I think, they end up falling deeper and deeper for each other. through the endless conversations, the somewhat awkward, shy touch.
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