I'm freely self projecting my neck and upper back pain onto the Lamb (and Narinder) because c'mon there's no way they're not constantly stressed out and muscle tense
Can Gardener lamb create life spontaneously like a follower into existence either fully grown or an egg from nothing
Plans to answer a question with a comic, and then does not answer the question at all. Sorry.
Narinder doesn't know it yet but it is his first marriage proposal.
Note: Basically, Narinder wants to do resurrections. He needs Lamb's power to do so. He wants to use their hatred of the Bishops to get what he wants and will offer his power in exchange. I wonder what's thaaaats gonna do.
Designs for my Gardener AU! (Someone called it that, let's keep it!)
Narinder's whole shtick is being Overdressed and Underappreciated.
I'll do the other Bishops later too, their colours are more in dark brown and black (like in the game). Narinder and Lambert have very opposite colours, but do share white for lore/plot reasons. Also, all gods have mandatory Gold, 'cause they so vain (well, the Lamb prefers not to wear it, their knees are in mud all day).
Anyway, it was lots of fun. I have so much lore. but I'm not sure a brick of text will give it justice, so drawings will do.
Author notes: I made a oneshot for this prompt. Hope you like it.
It is Danny’s monthly doctor appointment with Frostbite and while the young King of The Infinite Realms lays on the ice-cold medical bed, because it is an actual block of ice covered with the furs of an unknown beast from the realms, his core exposed to the yeti, Frostbite kindly examinates the halfa, his massive claws gently caressing the glowing orb, touch even softer than a feather and half-moon glasses over the bridge of his nuzzle, Danny still wonders where he could have gotten them.
“Hmmm.” Frostbite hums as he watches the way Danny’s core seems to lightly shift in color on one side.
“Frosty?” Danny calls.
“All is good, young Danny.” Frostbite answers as he takes one step back to give Danny some space. “You can pull back your core now. We are finished with your examination.”
With a practiced deep breath Danny puts his core back somewhere inside the deepest parts of his being, it’s not a physical place in his body – either the human or the ghost – but a special spiritual lane within himself. According to Frostbite, every living being or denizen of the realms has this pocket within themselves, for living beings is where their soul resides, for denizens of the realms is where their core resides, for Danny and the other halfas is a special place where their soul and their core converge, like binary stars dancing around each other.
Danny sits up on the bed and looks expectantly at his doctor. “So, how do I look?” he asks.
“Perfect, I dare say.” Frostbite answers him with his trademark gentle smile. “Your core is developing steadily and is as strong as a deep sea-bull.” Danny doesn’t know what a deep sea-bull is but if Frostbite says it is strong then that thing has to be a freaking bitch to fight. “There is one thing though, that I would like to talk with you.”
“Oh?” The halfa smartly reacts, some anxiety seeping into his tone.
“It is nothing bad, young Danny.” Frostbite reassures with patient tone. “But it is important that you know.” He says as he takes seat next to Danny.
“Is this…” Danny’s anxiety sky rockets. “Is this The Talk? Are you gonna give me The Talk on Ghost Sex, Frosty?!”
“Ho-ho, no young Danny.” An amused Frostbite maturely laughs. “This is not that kind of talk, but it is a talk about the changes your body is going through. Though, we do must have The Talk when the time comes, it is still a bit too early for you.”
“Oh… but didn’t we already have this talk?” Danny questions as he remembers the first interactions they had as doctor and patient back when he was fourteen and his core manifested as an ice core.
“I gave you a quick explanation on what a core is and how it affects you as a half-a-ghost.” Frostbite says. “What we are going to talk today is about how your half-alive status affects your core and ghost powers.”
“Oh.” Danny smartly reacts again. “Is it something bad?” Danny asks, worry flooding his voice.
“No.” Frostbite, forever kind with his young ward, says as he pats Danny’s head. “As I already said, you are as healthy and strong as a deep sea-bull, and that’s exactly what I want to talk about. As a half-living ecto entity, your core, unlike the core of other ghosts and denizens of the realms, continuously grows in both strength and capacity. Usually, when a denizen of the realms reaches their prime their core stops developing and their powers and abilities do not go beyond the strength they have already reached, it is very hard for a denizen to grow and strengthen their core after that. To do so one must go through a lot of trials and it takes a lot of time. Many, as a short cut, absorb other denizens’ cores to quickly gain strength and develop their abilities further, such was the case of Pariah Dark.” Frostbite explains. “That is why half-a-ghosts are so special and strong, your half-alive status allows you to grow steadily in both strength and ability without resorting to, well, your ghost side more primal, to not say cannibalistic, tendencies.”
“That’s why Pariah Dark did it. Also, why Ember and the others like to eat the chubbier blobs?”
“Yes. That is actually the most civilized way to gain strength without turning into a core crusher, or worst.” The doctor answers.
Danny makes a face at the thought. Blob ghost are so cute, he feels a little bit bad for them, but then again cows are also cute and he still likes to eat hamburgers and meatballs. “Alright, so, because I’m still half-alive my core is still, like, developing?”
“Exactly but it also means that it will never really stop developing, it will never truly settle despite having already manifested as an ice core, which is also why you get a new power every month or so. As a ghost, you will keep growing and getting stronger.”
“But so is the case for Plasmius and Dani, isn’t it?” Danny asks.
“Their cases are very different. Plasmius is closer to be a revenant than a pure hybrid like yourself, young Danny. He has turned into a vengeful spirit obsessed with your mother and yourself. He has allowed darkness to settle into his core and that is slowly turning him into a very different beast.” Frostbite informs. “In little Dani’s case, she was created from the bio-fabric of your living self and then Plasmius injected into her ectoplasm extracted from himself instead of taking it from a clean source, which is why she was so prompt to destabilize. Until you injected clean ectoplasm into her system, her own core was rejecting the already corrupted ectoplasm that Plasmius was forcing into her.” Danny’s whole attention is in Frostbite words. “You on the other hand are the purest half-a-ghost I have had the honor to meet, as contradictory as it sounds. The balance of your body, core and soul is the closest to perfection and your growth is steady and constant.”
“Tell that to my grades.” Danny jokingly interrupts, which is rewarded with a chuckle from his friend and doctor. Though, if Danny’s honest, his grades do have improved in the last two years. “Then what is the issue? Because you made it sound pretty serious.” He questions.
“Ah, yes, the subject at hand.” Frostbite seems to be pulled back to reality. “Ahem, besides your nature there is another reason as to why your powers will keep increasing and your core will continue to grow and that is because you are the High King, young Danny. Your new status has allowed the very essence of the realms to merge with yours...”
“What?”
“This will eventually allow you to shape the realms to your will...”
“What?”
“Or for the realms to shape itself to your liking, like a sort of reflection of your personality…
“Frosty! Stop! That the zone and me what?!” Danny exclaims as he grabs the yeti’s fluffy yet massive face between his hands.
“Well…” Frostbite starts as he softly holds Danny’s hands and puts the back onto his lap, moving his fluffy face away from Danny’s. “Since you defeated Pariah Dark and became king, the essence of the Realms has slowly but steadily merged with yourself. Today I noticed a slight change in your core, which signals the beginning of your development as a higher being.”
“And when were you gonna tell me this?!” Danny asks with alarm.
“Honestly speaking, neither me, lady Pandora or sir Clockwork thought it would be so fast. We were expecting the changes to manifest in about ten years at least, but once again you have shown us your superiority, oh great one.”
“Frosty, not the time to be marveled by my weird biology and even weirder adaptability.” Danny deadpans.
“Right, sorry.”
“Ugh, I forgot Clockwork cannot see my future with clarity since the thing with Dan.” Danny grunts to himself. “Then, what do you propose?”
“Oh, right, as a way to control your growing powers and keep your core’s balance I think that it will greatly benefit you to start studying magic.”
“Magic? Like, witches and potions and spells?” Danny questions.
“Yes. I know that for someone with a scientific oriented mind like yourself it might sound ridiculous but let me remind you, my young friend, that before any science there was the study of magic. The root of every religion or scientific study comes from the magical studies and many great sages were first believed to be witches.”
“Yeah, but those people were brilliant, Frostbite. Exceptional among their peers, I’m just… me.”
“My young friend, you are the most exceptional among any of us, be it in the realms or in your homeworld.” The yeti gently states as he tilts Danny’s chin up so his ecto-green eyes lock with Frostbite’s purple ones.
Danny manages a small smile. “You really think I can pull it off?” He asks with reluctance in his voice.
“Not only me, sir Clockwork and lady Pandora believe so too, and we three are willing to aid you in whatever way you may need.” Frostbite assures.
“Thanks.” Danny softly says. “But where do I start? It’s not like I can grab one of the grimoires in the Alexandria Library, I’m pretty sure those are too advanced for me.”
“You could start by lending the notes of your previous paramour.” The yeti suggest.
“Oh, yeah, Sam’s a witchling.” Danny remembers.
“But make sure it is only her starting notes. Since she is linked to Undergrowth, they might not like you meddling with those they have claimed as their children. Patrons are sometimes possessive like that.”
“Starting notes only, got it.” Danny nods his head. “Oh wow, who would have thought that to study magic was gonna become a medical treatment.”
“For centuries the study of magic brought closer the living to our kind, a way for them to comprehend us and in exchange, for us to teach and learn from them as well. A shame that our connection decreased during the reign of Pariah Dark, but I am glad to know that there were those that kept trying despite the risks, even today.”
“Yeah, Sam was ecstatic when Undergrowth accepted her as their contracted.” Danny says as he jumps down the medical ice bed.
“And I assure you that Undergrowth was as pleased as well. It’s been a while since they accepted a new child under their branches.”
“They better not try n’ do anything funny though.” Danny mumbles to himself, the young halfa still not trusting the ancient’s intentions with one of his best friends. “Would that be all, Frosty?” He adds aloud to the yeti. “Not to be rude but there is some homework I still gotta finish.”
“Of course, young Danny. We have finished for now.”
“Thanks doc. I’ll tell you about the magic thing after Sam lend me her notes.”
“I shall be waiting.”
And with a swing of his arm, Danny rips the very fabric of space with his claws, opening a portal back to Amity Park. The boy salutes at Frostbite with two fingers over his forehead and then jumps into the portal, the rip closing by itself the instant Danny vanishes into it.
hello hello! just wanted to say i found your caroline/bodyguards au TODAY and i’m already obsessed. the idea is spinning around in my head and i can’t even do anything about it because i’m at work!!
love the idea that she can walk around the most dangerous parts of gotham with no fear, because she has two barely leashed guard dogs with her
Not just two! Nightwing and Red Hood might be the two most terrifying dogs she has, but there's also all of Hood's gang on the lookout from the moment they learn their boss has a girl.
Caroline was very confused the first couple times this happened.
stray! jason has his white patch, does that mean he still dies? how does that go down?
As much as I LOVE the idea of mama cat Selina going berserk over Joker killing her sweet baby... Nah, Joker doesn't care about a random alley cat. Jason is just being silly <3 (ie he started dyeing his hair to look like his favorite kitty when he was like 14 and going through a phase and it just stuck)
Though there's one birdie that got here early that ends up... Well... He doesn't die.
He did, uh, have some issues tho.
And when Tim got Red Hood'ed/Joker Junior'ed, guess who came to pick up the Bat!
(I'm realizing this timeline means Steph gets the longest solo Robin run. I'm weeping. WE COULD'VE HAD IT ALL!)
Its still early on, when he first comes back to Gotham, and he's made sport of taunting the Bats. He's not running on fumes per say, but he's also not yet particularly taking care of himself either.
A Tim is still a Tim- he's eating fast portable packaged food, when he remembers, consuming more liquids than he is actual food. Used to the last few years of the League cooks depositing the food in front of him, and it not being worth it to say no when Ra's insisted he be at his physical best. The protein bars might taste like ash by comparison, but they're easy, and a part of him enjoys the middle finger he's giving Ra's in hell.
He hasn't disowned what the League taught him. He suffered through it already- he might as well use it... and it unnerves his former "family". The scaling of walls, the acrobatics, his ability to disappear in a moment's notice.... their inability to track him.
They find him unsettling, for a good number of reasons...
I like to think that, in the batlantern/batfamily, Hal was only ever "Bruce's boyfriend" at first
Sure, he's funny and the old man is a little more tolerable because Hal is around to tamper down his temper on everyone's behalf, but the kids, for the most part, had only ever seen Hal as a fifo roommate who kisses their dad and has clearance just a level below their own
...until they got kidnapped in space.
They forgot who started it; but somehow with each person who got kidnapped in a rogue airship within the solar system, another two followed in an attempt to "rescue" them.
Now Dick, Jason, Damian, Tim and Cass were all comically suspended in cages, bickering about who gets to execute the rescue protocol and have to explain to Bruce why they're on an off-planet mission that he specifically blacklisted any heroes of their level to go on
Mid-bickering, the ship experiences trouble. The aliens are panicking, and they're all but ready to leverage the lives of their 5 young Earthling hostages to get out of the solar system aliev
And then there stood Hal Jordan, Greatest Green Lantern that Ever Lived, the Man Without Fear in all his furious glory
He starts speaking in tongues at the aliens, but the aura was very much giving "Give me back those kids and then FUCK OFF from MY solar system!"
The aliens are simpering apologies as they carefully free the kids under the discerning gaze of a clearly pissed off looking Green Lantern
Dick at least thought there would be a fight, but the aliens digressed.
"We apologize sincerely, Lantern Jordan. We did not know these were your children!"
"And if they weren't? Kidnapping them is fine? 😠 They're literally babies! It is not safe for them to be away from home for so long! 😤"
"Yes sir, we are so sorry now please do not make us all explode internally..."
Tim makes the mistake of coughing. COUGHING. It's just dust, he swears, but Hal goes livid and the cussing starts all over again because "THESE BABIES ARE CHRONICALLY ILL 🤬 HOW DARE YOU NOT EVEN SCAN YOUR HOSTAGES YOU GALACTIC AMATEURS"
And the kids are just... babies? We're Hal's babies? When did that happen?
Cut to them being inside of the Watchtower, guiltily eating Batburgers while Hal is on a call with the Lanterns of the next sector about how "MY BOYFRIEND'S KIDS GOT KIDNAPPED BECAUSE A PIRATE ENTITY TRESPASSED YOUR SECTOR INTO MINE 😰😠"
Bruce isn't doing anything.
Matter of fact, that man is figuring out how to give Hal a baby.
Damian: *trying to comb his hair, getting increasingly frustrated because it's not laying straight*
Bruce: *gently pulling him closer to take over*
Bruce: Oh, you got my cowlicks. All seven of them.
Damian: I've always had trouble with my hair, and now im finding out that this is your fault >:(
Bruce: Hey if you're gonna blame anyone, it's probably your grandfather
Alfred: Actually, sir, it would be your mother
Bruce: You're kidding
Alfred: There is a reason she was very fond of hats
Damian: This bloodline is cursed.
Headcanon - Frustrating cowlicks run in the Wayne Family. Martha had them but it was less noticeable with her longer hair, but it's very noticeable with Bruce and Damian. Alfred had taught Bruce how to work with them at a young age, and now Bruce teaches Damian how to work with them and how he can style his hair around it (partially why he styles it so spiked and messy)
i love BAMF 10 yr old Damian who can clock everybody's shit, but there is also something so funny to me about dumb-bitch-child Damian. like i need there to be a world where. hold on no i just need to write the conversation hold on
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*Damian, out of nowhere on patrol one night*
Damian: you know.., there was a solid 2 year period at the league compound where i thought you were Batman.
Jason:
Jason: what?
Damian: yeah- ‘cause like, i was seven. and i met you for the first time after you came out the pit and were all big already. and i didn’t know anything about my father apart from, like, what my mother told me of him, right? and so when i met you, and i never actually heard anybody call you your name—just Mother referring to you as ‘one of Gotham’s greatest heroes’ and everybody calling you ‘prince’, in my little seven-year-old head, i was like ‘ok so this must be him then’.
Jason: what the fuck.
Damian: well you looked a lot like him. i’d only ever seen one grainy photo of the man taken from a distance and you fit the description; same build, hair, eyes, broody manner and passion for justice. you were everything i’d ever thought Batman was supposed to be, so when Mother started giving you special treatment and demanding you be treated like somebody important within the league, i thought that was just her lingering affection for an ex.
Jason:
Jason: is that why you made me teach you how to ride a bike?
Damian: yeah i was trying to make up for lost time.
Damian: i don’t know how you didn’t pick up on it—i called you Father like, religiously.
Jason: …to be honest i just wasn’t fluent in Arabic yet. when i finally did figure out that’s what you were saying i just assumed you were making a dig at the fact that i slept with Talia that one time.
Damian: yeah that was- can i be honest with you? i set that up.
Jason:
Jason: what.
Damian: originally Mother wasn’t going to meet with you in person that night, she was going to send a messenger in place, but i snuck into her chambers and edited her schedule so she’d be in the area anyway and would go see you herself.
Jason:
Damian: then i ordered food for where you were staying online in the hopes that you'd chat and realise you still loved each other.
Jason: that’s where those oysters came from-!
Damian: yeah i didn’t- i didn’t actually realise how problematic you and her being together was until after i came to Gotham. i was just trying to have a parent-trap moment and get my mom and dad back together, you know? i didn’t know you were seventeen, i just thought the Lazarus Pit had made you look more youthful than before.
Jason:
Jason, dryly: because famously, as you can tell by looking at Ra’s, that’s what the Lazarus Pit does.
Damian: listen i was eight.
Damian: -and i didn’t force you guys to do anything—this is still on my Mother for going with it; and for bad communication. if she had at any point spoken to me clearly about my father then that misunderstanding wouldn’t have ever happened.
Jason: so… when did you figure out I wasn’t Bruce Wayne…?
Damian:
Damian: well… it was complicated?
Jason: which means?
Damian: it means at first Mother told me i was just going to Gotham with you, which made me think, like, ‘yay, i get to go home with Dad’ right? and then we got to Gotham and saw Batman and Robin out and you started getting mad at a ‘replacement’, and i thought you were mad because your Robin replaced you with a new Batman.
Jason, incredulous: oh my god.
Damian: -yeah, but then we had that whole confrontation with them during patrol where you told Batman i was his son and that Talia Al Ghul wanted you to put me in his care, and i was just standing behind you like… what fucking game are you playing here Father?
Jason: *snort* you didn’t- that didn’t fucking tip you off?
Damian: no! i was like 2 years deep into this belief at this point, nothing was gonna shake me. i came to the conclusion that you were sending me in as a spy or something, so i went along with it. we got back to Wayne Manor and Pennyworth greeted Batman by saying ‘welcome back, Master Bruce’ and i got really mad at Tim because i was like ‘oh so not only did he replace Batman but he did it with the first fat fuck he found with the same first name, huh.’
Jason: *wheeze*
Damian: so i didn’t really try to kill Tim because i wanted Robin; i was doing it for your, the original Batman’s, honour.
Jason: oh my god????
Damian: ...yeah. i didn't- ok, honestly? i didn't really clock that you weren't the original Batman until after you unmasked yourself in front of everyone for the first time.
Jason: -EXCUSE ME-?
Damian: because- BECAUSE, in the league everybody just called you by 'prince' or 'the Gotham boy', and then in Gotham nobody knew your identity so everybody just called you Red Hood. it wasn't until you revealed your identity to the family and everybody started crying about some 'Jason Todd' that was still alive that i came to the realisation that nobody had ever point blank told me your name was Bruce Wayne.
Jason, in awe: wait- wait oh my god i do remember you being really fucking quiet during that whole reveal..,
Damian: yeah i was- i was coming to terms with a lot of stuff in that moment.
Jason: WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY ANYTHING?!
Damian: what am i, stupid? looking back a year or so later, yeah it's a funny memory of how stupid i was as a kid. in the moment? you couldn't have fucking waterboarded that info out of me.
Jason:
Jason: you know. it does kinda- oh my god it makes so much sense now,
Damian: what does?
Jason: Tim told me the first time they let you in the Batcave he watched you walk up to my memorial case, read the plaque, and then loudly go, 'who the fuck is Jason Todd'. and i always thought that was real fuckin' weird considering i'm your emergency contact.
Damian: *wheezes*
Jason: were you disappointed that the fake-Bruce was your actual dad, then?
Damian: honestly i was more troubled at the realisation that i'd actively participated in the action of trying to get my mother and adoptive brother to bang.
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