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quinnmorgendorffer · 1 year
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emdeerm · 6 months
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Past saves Present
Og fic ig
In some cultures, it is believed that children are able to remember bits of their past lives till the ages of 3-5.
For Danny, the opposite was true. He got his memories at exactly the second he turned 5.
And he had to promptly dodge the blade of the boy in front of him.
His brother, his mind supplied. His twin.
Danny stopped swinging his own sword, focusing on dodging and avoiding the fate of being a slashed pillow. His new/earned skills especially helped with that greatly as his head was seriously trying to re-kill him.
"I yield," he rasped as he jumped away from his brother and looked at their Mother. "My head hurts, Mother," he added pitifully.
His twin looked slightly concerned for a second, before schooling his face in a way Grandfather has been teaching them.
"Tch." But he did put away the blade before their Mother, said a word.
"Dynial, Damian, you are not to stop until you have received permission in the future."
The boys nodded. Mother took their hands and led them out of the private training ground back to their rooms.
Danny spent the rest of the day lying down, slightly feverish and miserable as his brain was processing and acclimating the new set of memories. Clockwork said it wouldn't be too bad. We'll, the clock bustard has been wrong. It fucking sucked.
His brother was hovering. Their Mother was always around, not letting anyone into their space. Ra's is being kept in the dark.
A peaceful rest was all he needed for his brain to finish sorting out new information. And Danny was stuck in a bit of a dilemma.
You see, Damian and Dynial love their Mother, strive to be the best Demon Twins, and see nothing wrong with their life so far.
Their hands are still clean.
Danny, on the other hand, has many MANY choice words for his current situation and one Clock Ghost.
You want to try reincarnation ONE time! No wonder others don't really do that.
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Their days continued like they did before he got his memory back. It wasn't hard to be Dynial when he actually was him.
The nights were filled with planning. And a personally assigned mission: get Damian to be interested in normal things.
Stars weren't much of a hit. Uncultured child.
Animals were a little intriguing.
Simple art and craft projects seemed to hit the spot.
Keeping their little meetings and activities hidden wasn't as hard as one would think. Mother still had her missions. The two of them were often left alone in their wing of the place, the supervisors being allowed only till the doors. Ra's was the Head. He didn't check in on them all the time. The two of them weren't slacking in their training either and were considered prodigies.
Danny wanted out of this Cult.
A many months after feeding different information, facts, crafts and so on to his brother, Damian was curious. He was suspicious about the sudden knowledge but he was also 5. He only had to reference the Lazarus Pit (unfiltered and dirty ectoplasm? Seriously? Clockwork, you can't expect him to work on his vocation) once to convince the child.
They snooped around and found out that they had a father out in the world.
Danny got a plan.
It was super stupid. And dangerous as hell. As well as literally (half)suicidal. But he felt it in his chest and knew he'd succeed.
His Core was here. But it was sleeping. And if he wanted to be safe and away from here, he needed to start it up again.
The big pool of Ecto would do just fine. His Core would filter out the impurities.
He didn't want to stay here until his hands no longer protected. He didn't want such life for his brother either.
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Damian infiltrated the Lazarus Room just in time to see his brother jump into the Pit.
He ran to the edge.
He was sinking.
The green was too bright. The smell around them was too much. His ears rang.
He reached towards the water, eyes unseeing and hands numb. His heartbeat was too loud.
His brother's wasn't loud enough.
"Don't touch the puddles, Dami, you'll get sick," a gentle, cold hand stopped him from diving.
The child looked up. His brother was floating above the water. He looked all wrong. But he was there.
"I didn't want you to see this part..." his brother laughed awkwardly as he landed next to him. A bright ring of light blinded Damian for a second.
And his brother was back.
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Getting used to his powers again felt nice but tedious. Soothing his twin was heartbreaking. He didn't think this through hard enough.
Their Mother was none the wiser to the fact that one of her children died and came back. Nore was she privy to the escape being planned by both.
On one moonless night, when Mother wasn't there, the shift was changing and the world was asleep; two boys phased through the walls and flew. Small bags of stuff were strapped onto them as they traveled to their father.
Mother's notes called him Bruce Wayne, Batman, Beloved and Detective.
It wasn't hard to find him when they arrived.
Though, Danny didn't expect a furless furry and a pantless child to be their new family.
Can he ever get a normal Family???
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neil-gaiman · 1 year
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Rachel Pollack wants me to gently remind people that she is still alive, and enjoying the life she has left to her.
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Not Dead Yet
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peabodyandsitcoms · 8 months
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hiya!
if you are interested in any of these shows please interact! tryna figure out how popular my fandoms are on here! x
brooklyn 99
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cutiepit-3 · 1 month
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Hi Guys! Follow me on X? -|-
twitter.com/cutiespit
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kuranico · 1 year
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...Happy Valentines Day?
A redraw of my very first Klance fanart!
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echomimus · 10 months
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bloody creature poster girl
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smoakmonster · 1 year
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nell and edward  → not dead yet 1.13, not just yet
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COC Day 17: Fluff
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"It's so...fluffy..."
For this @carryon-countdown prompt I wanted to draw Big Brother Baz because I adore him being a big brother. Fluffy just turned to fluffy dress in my head soon after that.
I can imagine Baz helping Mordelia find the right gown for her Leavers Ball, someday. Before they can try the dresses she actually likes they first have to try out the one Daphne picked out.
I imagine it goes something like this:
Baz: You look beautiful, Delia. *apologetically*
Mordelia: I look like a sherbert dessert or something.
Baz: Also true.
Mordelia: It's so... fluffy. How am I supposed to move in this?
Baz: Elegantly?
Mordelia: *gives him an unimpressed look*
Baz: .... I'll tell Daphne it didn't fit. Shall we continue shopping?
(Dialogue not set in stone; feel free to improve on it.)
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chewbacca · 1 year
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BRITTANY SNOW as Piper Ashford in ABC’s “Not Dead Yet” S01E03
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Not Dead Yet | S02 E05 | Not Solved Yet
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wistfully · 1 year
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NOT DEAD YET 1x13 Not Just Yet Well, I know I'm a guest, but I will not be eating that. It's my understanding you weren't invited, so technically you aren't a guest.
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simmosa · 1 year
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I already love them so much!!
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stevenrogered · 1 year
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NOT DEAD YET 1x13, “Not Just Yet”
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maycanady · 1 year
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I know it’s not your job to take care of me, even though, technically, you’re responsible for me being sick.
NOT DEAD YET | 1.10 “Not Well Yet”
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