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Reposting one of my old Witcher fics here on request, for those who can’t access my now-locked AO3 account!! 💜💜💜 thanks for the request, I love you!!!

Summary:

Defined six-pack abs are a sign that someone has been starving and dehydrating themselves, not a sign of incredible strength. It's just not healthy.

Jaskier sees Geralt shirtless for the first time, sees all that defined musculature, and is Horrified. He's slept with enough warriors and soldiers to know what that means. And he decides, this stops now.

After Summers of Fasting (I Feel Hunger At Last)

Jaskier could admit that he was a bit of a slut.

In fact, he took pride in it. When Geralt had asked him once, in an exasperated growl, if he ever got tired of crawling under the skirts of every maiden he saw, Jaskier had cheerfully replied, “You know what they say, my friend: practice makes perfect!” (Jaskier had had quite a bit of practice, and not to brag, but he was a very generous and talented lover, if not quite perfect.)

What he did not say, although it certainly crossed his mind, was, “Well, if you took me into your bed, I would never seek out another.”

The thing was, Jaskier did fall a bit in love with everyone he slept with. With everyone he met, in fact, which was how he ended up sleeping with so many people in the first place. It was incredible, and a bit sad, how many people were so surprised and instantly smitten with a man who was genuinely interested in them.

Jaskier just loved people. He loved educated people with quick wits and simple people with kind hearts.

And gods, did he love the human body. Short, tall, slender, fat, stocky, willowy, curvy, muscular—Jaskier loved it all. His lovers came in every shape and size, and he worshipped each and every one of them.

Still, even a bard with too much love to give could have favorites.

Novigrad, the city that housed his alma mater, Oxenfurt University, was a hub for travelers from all over. By the time he was seventeen, he could reliably identify regional accents from across the Continent, just because he, gregarious creature that he was, spent most of his free time wandering the city and striking up conversations with the most interesting-looking stranger he saw.

Okay, fine, and convincing them to take him to bed half the time.

He liked sex, and if certain stuck-up, prudish people (VALDO) could stop giving him disdainful looks in the banquet hall, that would be swell.

Jaskier had undergone a true bardic education. He’d slept his way through swaths of travelers from distant lands, teasing stories and tales out of each of them, which he enjoyed about as much as the sex.

His favorites were the wandering warriors.

Two days after his seventeenth birthday, he was celebrating with Priscilla and their friends in a tavern when he spotted a man sitting at the bar with a crossbow over his back and a sword on his hip. He was at least a decade older than Jaskier, and he had scars on his big, rough hands, and his arms bulged with muscle under his shirt.

With very little urging from Priscilla, he’d sauntered over and batted his eyelashes flirtatiously. Half an hour later, he was in a room upstairs, flat on his back as the warrior stripped his clothes off.

Jaskier’s mouth went dry. The man was made of muscle—broad shoulders, ropey arms, a thick chest and stomach. Thighs like tree trunks.

When the man crawled on top of him, caging him in with those strong arms, Jaskier almost came right there.

That man had been the first, but not the last. Jaskier liked strong people. His eyes followed soldiers and fighters in the market and the taverns. He licked his lips at the sight of wide shoulders and hard calves.

So, it would have come as no surprise to anyone who knew him that when he saw the lean but solid figure sitting in the back of the room in that tavern in Posada, he knew he had to have him. Jaskier was a natural flirt, had been charming people out of their pants since he was a green lad. Which was why he was a bit surprised when he got a good look at that gleaming white hair, the chiseled jaw and cheekbones, the scars that spoke of truly wonderful stories, those fierce golden eyes, and could only stammer, “You wouldn’t keep a man with…bread in his pants waiting.”

He wanted to punch himself in the face. That was the worst thing that had ever come out of his mouth.

Still, Jaskier wasn’t one to cower in the face of embarrassment. And this stranger lit his blood on fire with want and gnawing, hungry curiosity. And the man was dismissive, but there was something in the tense line of his back, the startled suspicion in his eyes when Jaskier wasn’t deterred, that made the bard want to stay.

Geralt of Rivia. The Witcher. How could Jaskier do anything but follow him, especially after that punch to the gut?

It wasn’t that Jaskier enjoyed the pain—on the contrary, fucking OW and never do that again, Geralt, thank you ever so much—but he couldn’t help noticing that the blow had been a direct response to being called the Butcher of Blaviken. He clearly didn’t like the name. Was bothered by it.

That told Jaskier three things:

Witchers did have emotions. He’d always suspected it, but now he knew.

Whatever had happened in Blaviken, it wasn’t what people said. The slaughter the gossip spoke of was the work of a heartless monster.

And a heartless monster wouldn’t care, but Geralt of Rivia cared. He didn’t like being seen as a monster.

Naturally, Jaskier decided then and there that he would change Geralt’s reputation, if he had to sing in every tavern on the Continent to do it.

His intense attraction to the Witcher was…only mildly inconvenient at first.

It got worse as time went on, as he came to know, in small grunts and reluctant words, the man beneath the armor.

He couldn’t help falling in love with him.

So he definitely couldn’t help his reaction the first time he saw Geralt take his shirt off.

***

“Oh, gods,” Jaskier breathed.

Geralt paused in the act of shucking off his pants. The bard was staring at him.

Geralt blinked, frowning a bit. Jaskier looked at him all the time, and—strangely—he always seemed to enjoy what he saw.

And Geralt had gotten compliments on his physique before, from one or two of the braver whores, so if he had considered Jaskier’s reaction to his bare torso, it might have been something along those lines.

That was, emphatically, not what was happening.

Geralt looked down at his chest. Did he have some kind of wound he hadn’t noticed?

No, he looked the same as always.

So why was Jaskier gaping at him with horror on his face?

The bard stepped closer, lifting his hand toward Geralt’s chest. “Geralt, what the fuck,” he said.

Geralt looked down at himself again. Jaskier’s fingers touched his stomach gently, running along the line of his abdominal muscles. He couldn’t help the way his muscles jumped in response to that light but blazing touch. Jaskier’s hands were like fire on his skin.

It had to be the scars. His body was littered with them: big, small, clean, ragged. Jaskier had never seemed to mind the marks on him before, but then, he’d never seen the canvas of his entire torso before. It would hardly be the first time someone had recoiled from his patchwork skin.

Geralt turned his head away, his stomach churning. He refused to call it disappointment. Jaskier had never been afraid of him, had never shown the slightest hint that he found Geralt’s more inhuman traits off-putting. Everyone has their limit, he told himself.

Without a word, he waded into the river, submerging himself to the neck.

He tried not to dwell on that brief touch, on any of the casual touches that Jaskier had lavished on him without even seeming to realize that no one touched Witchers. Most people were too afraid to come within six feet of him, much less drape a casual elbow over his shoulder or nudge him lightly in the side to share a joke. But that was over now. Jaskier knew what hid beneath the armor, and he hated it.

He bathed quickly and pulled his shirt back on without bothering to dry off. Without waiting to make sure Jaskier followed, he stalked back to their campsite.

He very deliberately ignored the looks Jaskier sometimes gave him after that, not his usual carefree smiles, but small frowns that pinched his lips and put a wrinkle between his brows.

Oddly, the bard didn’t stop touching him.

Geralt ignored that too, unsure what to make of it.

The next time they stopped in a town for the night, Jaskier went to buy them food and a room while Geralt found them a table. It was their usual arrangement, since Jaskier was less likely to frighten or disgust the innkeeper.

The bard returned to the table with two plates groaning under the weight of hearty, homecooked food.

Geralt raised an eyebrow at the amount of it. They usually stuck to a typical bowl of stew and yeast roll each. “Hungry?” he asked.

Jaskier just pushed one of the plates over to him and said, “Eat up!”

Still eyeing his bard suspiciously, Geralt did.

Jaskier talked as he ate, as usual, chattering so incessantly that Geralt didn’t realize the bard had eaten only half of his own serving and pushed the rest toward Geralt until he was looking down at a second empty plate.

His stomach felt a little heavy, but it wasn’t an unpleasant sensation.

***

It kept happening.

Jaskier kept buying them large dinners whenever they were in town, and kept foisting his leftovers on Geralt when he inevitably couldn’t finish what he’d ordered. Geralt…didn’t mind, exactly—this much hot food was a luxury—but he couldn’t help being a little irritated that Jaskier kept ordering more than he could eat. The stupid bard was wasting good coin on food he didn’t finish, seeming unbothered that his money always ended up in Geralt’s stomach instead.

And he’d bought a bigger travel bag at some point without Geralt even noticing. His old bag had been just large enough for a change of clothes and his notebook.

Now, he pulled smoke-dried meats and fruits from his pockets as they walked down the road, pushing them into Geralt’s hands before nibbling on a slice of jerky himself.

With all the snacking he was doing, it made even less sense when he turned around and bought a big dinner. Surely he knew he couldn’t eat all that.

What was more, he’d offered to help Geralt hunt several times in the last few months. When Geralt had refused, incredulous, Jaskier had then demanded he bring back more than one rabbit.

As if the bard could even eat more than the half he typically got!

It was, in a word, baffling.

This had been going on for three months, and Geralt still didn’t have a clue what was going on, but his stomach had started making grumbling noises if they ate later than usual.

***

Jaskier watched with deep satisfaction as Geralt swallowed the last of what had been Jaskier’s slice of ham.

He’d had to be a little sneaky about it. He knew Geralt had noticed something was up, but he hadn’t called him out on it yet, and for that, Jaskier was grateful.

Sure, it meant longer nights playing for the crowds, but it was worth it to be able to fill his wolf’s belly, even if the wolf in question had no idea he was doing it.

Jaskier had dreamed of what Geralt would look like naked for months before he actually saw it. He’d been with plenty of fighters, so he was intimately familiar with the landscape carved by muscle and strength.

One of his lovers, Aleksy, had been a Novigrad guardsman. They’d dallied together several times, been friends as well as lovers.

Once, Aleksy had been sent out to battle a monster with a cohort of his fellow guards. They hadn’t returned.

A second party had been sent after them. The beast had been slain, but Aleksy had been the only survivor of the original hunting party, and he’d been badly wounded.

Jaskier had gone to him after he’d been brought back and bandaged up.

His friend had been lying in a cot, shirtless, his shoulder and the stump of his arm wrapped in linen, and he’d looked so different.

Not for losing an arm, nor for the shallow wounds across his face.

No, his body, so familiar to Jaskier’s eyes and hands, had been ravaged.

He’d lain out in the woods, a tourniquet on his arm, unable to move for a broken leg, for nearly five days, with no food and only a single waterskin to keep him alive.

Instead of the thickness Jaskier knew, he was all muscle and bone. Even when he was lying there, not flexing to show off as he’d sometimes done, Jaskier could see the outlines of his muscles, marching in tight lines down his stomach.

“That’s what starvation and dehydration do to strong man,” the healer had told him. “He’ll bulk up again once he can eat and drink the right amount for his size.”

And Geralt, his Witcher, his beloved wolf, had looked exactly as Aleksy had looked when he was half-dead for want of nourishment. His muscles had stood out against his skin, each one clearly visible to Jaskier’s horrified gaze.

Geralt, apparently, was used to it, because he seemed confused by Jaskier’s reaction.

Never again, Jaskier vowed to himself, his fingers on Geralt’s abs. He is never going hungry again.

So Jaskier had begun a campaign of food.

Geralt would be suspicious if he ordered seconds, so he just ordered a lot of food to start with and pushed whatever he couldn’t finish to his friend.

He stuffed his pack with anything that would keep and doled it out as they traveled.

And he thought it was working. He couldn’t be sure—Geralt had been quite careful not to take his shirt off in front of Jaskier since that incident by the river—but when he peered at the Witcher, he thought it was working.

Now, to find out for sure.

Jaskier gave a final strum on his lute and bowed deeply to his audience. “Thank you, thank you!” he called as they applauded and tossed coins at his feet. He gathered his bounty and headed toward the bar, where the innkeeper greeted him with a questioning face and a grunt. Geralt would like this one, Jaskier thought fondly.

“Can I get a hot bath up in my room, please?” Jaskier asked, sliding over some of his freshly-earned coin.

The innkeeper gave a short nod.

Jaskier bought two pints of ale and made his way to Geralt’s table.

They drank in companionable silence, Jaskier resting his throat, until the innkeeper caught his eye and nodded again.

Jaskier drained the last of the ale. “Shall we?” he asked. Geralt followed him silently.

Brimming with excitement, he pushed the door to their room open and cried, “Ta-da!” with an exaggerated gesture toward the bathtub.

Geralt gave him a confused look, so Jaskier pushed him toward the tub. “You have had bits of kikimora in your hair for three days, Geralt,” he said. “You could use a bath.”

“Hmm,” Geralt grunted, but it seemed an appreciative kind of grunt.

Jaskier helped him unbuckle his armor, and then watched with badly-disguised anticipation as Geralt finally drew off his shirt.

He couldn’t help beaming.

***

Okay, now Geralt was really confused.

It wasn’t like he could turn down the offer of a bath. Jaskier was right, he was a bit disgusting, and anyway, he loved hot baths. He’d peeled off his clothes, trying hard not to notice his stomach dropping to his boots, the little voice in his head reminding him that Jaskier hates your body, hates your scars, he’s disgusted by you.

Jaskier had let out another stifled gasp, and Geralt’s eyes had jumped to him against his will.

Then he’d blinked.

The bard was beaming, grinning from ear to ear as he stared at Geralt’s chest.

Once again, Geralt found himself looking down at his own body in sheer bewilderment. Had his scars disappeared overnight?

No, but something was indeed different. He blinked again.

Without meaning to, he lifted a hand and patted his stomach.

“What the fuck,” he said flatly.

His chest and stomach were thicker, his muscles covered in a layer of fat.

Jaskier stepped closer, putting a hand on his chest. “You look so much better,” he breathed, sounding fucking delighted.

“You did this on purpose.” It was not a question, but it also was, because what the fuck.

Jaskier smiled, almost bashfully. “Yes. Does this mean I can stop pretending like I’m forgetful about food?”

“Jaskier, what. The. Fuck.” Geralt was practically growling, and finally Jaskier seemed to notice.

His grin faltered. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” Geralt echoed, disbelieving. He gestured at his torso. “You—you—you made me—fat!”

Jaskier’s face did something complicated and painful before settling into an expression of acute sadness. “No, I didn’t,” he said softly.

“Fucking—look at me!” Geralt snarled.

Jaskier closed his eyes for a moment, as if he were in pain, and Geralt really did not understand anything anymore. Gently, Jaskier reached up and took Geralt’s face in his hands, making the Witcher meet his eyes. Geralt was too startled to resist.

“I did not make you fat, Geralt. I made you healthy,” he said quietly but firmly.

“I—what?”

“Melitele’s tits, love, what do they teach you at Kaer Morhen?” Jaskier muttered, sounding close to growling himself. His thumbs stroked across Geralt’s cheeks gently, and that was probably why Geralt couldn’t move. He wanted to press himself, his face, his throat, his chest, his hands, into that warm touch that smelled of sunshine on grass and wood oil. It could also have been the fact that Jaskier had just called him ‘love’, and Geralt’s brain had kind of collapsed.

Slowly, carefully, Jaskier explained. It took Geralt long moments to process what the bard was actually saying.

“…dehydrated, and half-starved. I couldn’t stand it for a second more, you understand that, right?”

Geralt understood, sort of. He would certainly not react well if he found he could see Jaskier’s ribs, which seemed to be the same sort of problem.

“…I ate the same amount as you,” he said gruffly.

Jaskier huffed a small laugh. “I know,” he agreed. “But you’re a Witcher. You have a higher metabolism than a human, right? Several times higher, even.”

“Mmm.” Geralt nodded. “That’s part of why I heal so fast, why the potions don’t kill me.”

“It also means your body breaks down food a lot faster, darling,” Jaskier explained gently. “You need to eat more than a human to maintain yourself. And let me tell you, if I ever get my hands on the son of a bitch who didn’t bother explaining this to you in Witcher training, it won’t matter than I’m a lowly human, I will rip his balls off and shove them down his throat.”

Geralt choked out a startled laugh. Jaskier smiled at him, tugging him forward gently until their foreheads press together.

“Tell me,” the bard said, “did you ever feel bad after eating, when we got you more food? Did your stomach hurt, or did you feel bloated or nauseous?”

Slowly, Geralt shook his head. “My stomach was…”

He trailed off, uncertain, and Jaskier looked like his heart was about to break. “Full?” he suggested.

Geralt breathed out sharply. “Yes.”

“That’s how you should feel after every meal,” Jaskier told him sternly. “And have you felt slower or weaker in your fights?”

Geralt shook his head mutely. Quite the opposite, in fact. He no longer wanted to collapse into his bedroll the moment a fight ended; he felt stronger and more energized than he ever had before.

“Jaskier…” Geralt had no idea how to say what he wanted to say, but Jaskier was looking at him, waiting patiently, so he cleared his throat. “Why would you…?”

“Well, I don’t like seeing anyone starving,” he said, with a smile that looked rather forced. “But there’s also the fact that I love you, and it broke my heart a little to see you hurting yourself.”

Geralt’s brain didn’t just collapse this time. It vanished in a puff of golden, grass-scented smoke. “What.”

Jaskier laughed again, a jagged sound. “I don’t expect you to feel the same,” he said in a hurry. “But you did ask, and I just—I do. I love you. I have since the day we met.”

Witchers didn’t have feelings, according to common rumor.

But warmth was blazing through Geralt, warmth and hope and terror and a thousand other things, and so he did the only thing he could do.

He wrapped his arms around Jaskier’s waist and kissed him, hard.

***

Jaskier stiffened in surprise and then let out a moan, tangling his hands in Geralt’s hair, kikimora guts and all.

After a long moment, Jaskier broke away, panting for air, and began pressing feather-light kisses across Geralt’s face instead.

“Whores said they liked how I looked,” Geralt said abruptly, and Jaskier pulled back enough to see a hint of insecurity in that usually-stoic face.

He slid his hands down, over Geralt’s thick pecs and then to his stomach, which was still hard under a layer of protective fat. He caressed his Witcher, taking just a bit of pride in the fact that he was able to provide so well for his love.

“Whores don’t know what’s healthy and what isn’t for a man like you,” Jaskier told him. He ducked his head to kiss Geralt’s chest. “You are always beautiful, darling, but I prefer you not starving. And if it means you have more energy in your battles, that means less chance of you getting injured or killed. Which I would vastly prefer, since, as we've established, I hate seeing you hurting.”

Geralt swallowed hard, like he had no idea how to respond to that.

Jaskier smiled faintly, and pressed his hands against Geralt’s chest, pushing him back.

“There’s still a bath waiting for you, love,” he said in a low voice. “And I would like to bathe you.”

Geralt blinked. “Hmm,” he said, sounding a bit strangled.

“Yes,” Jaskier answered anyway, stroking his hands over every part of Geralt he could reach. “I want to touch every inch of you, with my hands and then my mouth, and I want to tell you how gorgeous you are, darling, and how much I love you, and I want you to fall apart for me. Okay?”

“…Mmm.”

Geralt looked dazed, his cheeks actually flushed a light pink. Jaskier couldn’t resist leaning in and kissing that wash of color.

“Good.”

….nncnfnfnnff I have to write, I’ve been possessed

So its definitely Steven that finds Venom and thinks it’s ok to touch him. I love my boi Steven Grant and he can do No Wrong, but he’d find Venom, probably wiggling pathetically in an alley somewhere, and be like “oh the poor thing~” and picked Venom up. The only reason this worked is because Jake and Marc were arguing and didn’t stop him in time.

Venom is confused a fuck when they latch onto this soft looking guy and suddenly finds three people in one head but that soon turns to delight when he thinks he has found a human hive mind to join. Marc and Jake desperately try to convince Steven to get rid of him but Steven heard Venoms sad story and, like, just fucking trauma bonds with Venom and refuses. And because Jake and Marc can’t say no to him Venom stays. Venom is delighted.

I’ll add more later because on phone but assdhshs, this is so fucking funny to me.

Also Marc and Jake change their minds when Khonshu insults Steven again and Venom tries to take a bite outta him.

Moon Knight System x Venom crossover

Inspired by that What if...? announcement ☺️

For the record I know it's going to be more around comic version of the system

BUT, you know, my own brainrot attacked

Me: trying to color the Miguel sketches for the past 5 days

Also me: drawing and coloring this in 1 night

A de-aged Danny is living at Wayne Manor. The only problem is that he is attached to Jason. Like deeply attached. He even refuses to sleep if he's not cuddling the man. Now the bats must actually confront their feelings since they're around each other a whole lot more.

Meanwhile Danny is just happy to help cure the stinky nasty man of his stinky nastiness. Plus he's the best storyteller out of all of them.

Demi-Gods of Valyria

Ok, so this is the idea. Valyria was meant to be based around the old Roman/Greek empires and their mythos included. Now a fun fact about Some Greek Demi-gods is that sometimes women prayed to give them a child and the gods would do so, but in some instances they would possess the husband of the woman and create a child that way. 

This means the kid has a godly parent, Mortal Father and Mortal mother.

Now do you see where I’m going with this.

Rhaenyra Targaryean, future Queen of Westeros, has been married to a man who is mourning and, after some attempts, cannot give her the children they both want and need.

Laenor tries and tries and and Rhaenyra tries and tries. They both want a child, they both need a child.

Desperate and ardent worshippers of the 14 Gods of Valyria, they pray to their ancestral Gods for help, desperate and pleading. 

And the Gods answer.

They give the two a option, one as fantastical as it is a blessing. They tell them that each of them will come in turn, to give Rhaenyra and Laenor a child, that each one of them will ‘sire’.

They immediately bring in Rhaenys, Corlys and Laena, who brings along Daemon as well. After proving this exsists both agree full heartedly to the deal.

Needless to say Corly’s is stupendously excited and Daemon has to be stopped from exalting his gods in public by Laena. Rhaenys is just happy her son and Rhaenyra get what they want.

Arrax of course comes first. King of the Gods, creator of the first Valyrians, he possesses Laenor that night and sires upon Rhaenyra the future King that night.

Jacaerys Targaryean is born 9 months later. His skin the hue of his father’s, with golden-silver curls and Violet eyes brighter than any Valryian before him. Upon his shoulder is affixed the birthmark of a Crown.

When the topic of the heir of Driftmark is brought up there is much debate amongst the gods but eventually, Caraxes is chosen to sire Lucerys Velaryon. Born with skin almost as dark as his granfathers, silver and onyx curls like his grandmother. His hand marked with the sign that mimics a rolling wave.

Syrax fights her way next, having let her brothers sire the childs to be heirs she claims the right to sire her favourites, the child who named her dragon for her, third child. Joferys Velaryon is born with a mark of crawling vines on his neck.

Despite their arguments Vhagar and Meraxes agree to sire the next two children with Rhaenyra together. The Twin’s Rhaenys and Visenya are born from this union. Rhaenys, child of Meraxes, is born with a twisting wind mark on the back of her neck whilst her twin Visenya, child of Vhagar, is born with the mark of the sword in the same place.

Their Darling Aemma is conceived barely 2 months after by Meleys, a reminder of Rhaenyra’s dear mother who Meleys had adored. Aemma is born with the mark of a heart over her very own heart. 

The Triplets come next. Monterys, Sired by Vermax with high Valyrian marked on his right bicep, Daenaera, sired by Vermithor marked with a smiths hammer on her right bicep, and Valaena, sired by Tyraxes and marked with a bird in flight on her right bicep.

Another set of twins comes two years later. Daenys, child of Tessarion, marked with an eye upon her wrist and Naerys, child of Shrykos,marked with a rising sun in the same place.

Then finally their last triplets. Aenys, born of Aegarax with the mark of a dragon between his shoulder blades, Aemon, Child of Gaelithox and born with a burning star between his shoulder blades, and finally He who comes at the end, Balerion, sires thier final child Baelon, born with a skull between his shoulder blades.

Jacaerys born: 112 AC

Lucerys: Born: 114 AC

Joferys: Born 115 AC

Rhaenys and Visenya: Born 117 AC

Aemma: Born 118 AC

Monterys, Daenaera and Valaena: Born 120 AC

Daenys and Naerys: Born 121 AC

Aenys, Aemon and Baelon: Born 123 AC

Rhaenyra and Laenor are happy, they are beyond at peace with this offer. Laenor gets to go to sleep and wake from a peaceful sleep knowing his best firend and wife carries their new child (He consents to this by the way, just saying it now and long as he isn’t in the drivers seat he is fine.)

Rhaenyra is able to have the children she so desires without hurting her husband and best friend, or seeking elsewhere for seed for her sons. With Daemon and Laena in on it she eventually takes them on as lovers and Laenor does the same with Ser Qarl.

They are happy, especially when Alicent enters the room after Jacaerys is born and see’s the dark skinned curly haired little boy with a crown shape emblazzoned upon his shoulder and nerly faints on the spot. It is not long before Corlys and Viserys both scream of his right to be king to the realm, celebrating the birth of the heir’s heir, born marked by the crown he was destined to wear.

Otto nearly has a seizure back in Oldtown, it unfortunately does not kill him.

Rhaenys is hardly seen without her first born grandchild, often holding him whilst she trains Rhaenyra in the art of ruling and power or simply showing him around the castle that will ‘One day will be his.’

Alicent is screaming somewhere, I don’t care honestly fuck her. Viserys just continues to die somewhere building his model, again don’t really care.

It is the day of Jacaerys birth that the Dragonkeepers find Syrax and Seasmoke with 14 eggs. Every colour of the Rainbow, another sign of Jacaerys and Rhaenyra right to rule they claim. Rhaenyra herself picks a egg of pure red veined with gold for her son and heir, within a month it Hatches into a Dragon named Arrax, for his father. The other 13 are kept in warmers, guarded and precious.

Alicent tries once to claim one for Aegon, still without a dragon, and it burns him in his crib fiercely. She does not try again.

Here is my current list of dragons, and yes I know Jace had Vermax and Luke had Arrax but we are switching things up.

Jacaerys - Arrax. A pure Targareyan red dragon

Lucerys - Caraxes II. A sea green dragon.

Joferys - Syrax II. A deep royal purple dragon.

Rhaenys - Meraxes. A bright sky blue dragon.

Visenya - Vhagar II. A rust red dragon.

Aemma - Meleys II - A pale purple dragon.

Monterys - Vermax. A emerald green dragon.

Daenaera - Vermithor II. A steel grey dragon.

Valaena - Tyraxes. A pale grey dragon.

Daenys - Tessarion. A pale yellow dragon.

Naerys - Shrykos. A bright yellow dragon.

Aenys - Aegarax. A vivid orange dragon.

Aemon - Gaelithox. A bright silver dragon

Baelon - Balerion - A pure black dragon.

All these dragons share golden accents and pure purple eyes. They also grow at a far faster rate than many dragons, think Daenaerys Dragons growth rate. This is especally as Rhaenyra declares the Dragons should roam freely for the first time since Aegon the conquerer.

Jacaerys is pretty much universally loved and the green faction begins to wither especially with Alicent claiming that the children are ‘aberrations’ and that they cannot be trueborn.

Court: looks at Laenor holding baby Jacaerys who looks pretty damn like him.

Court: Looks at Lucerys who resembles his grandfather almost exactly with Rhaenys lovely hair.

Court: Bitch are you crazy??

Otto and Alicent are struggling and I am here for it. They also nag Viserys and give him headaches and I am also here for that. Justice for Aemma Arryn you nasty rotting bitch.

Rhaenyra is just giddy with it all. her kids are Laenors and hers, and if they needed help from their gods well it wasn;t like anyone was going to believe that.

So anyway the young 14 demi-gods grow up pretty much adored by their parents and family. Not to mention their godly parents, by right of helping to conceive them, are pretty much always near them in a spiritual way.

Does Otto and Crispy Cole find a lot of misfortune going their way? Yes. tessarion is a particularly savage goddess in this and makes sure they always manage to catch a wide variety of illnesses and ailments, especially when her own daughter is born.

Are they kind of odd? Do their purple eyes, so unique, pierce your very soul? Does the air simmer around them and luck bend to their whim? Of course, but be damned if you dare say that around any of their parents. Even the Gods have nothing on Laenor and Rhaenyra’s protectiveness over their children.

As they grow older the topic of marriage of course comes up. Whilst Rhaenyra does not get along with Aegon and Aemond, especially after Aemond tried to claim Vhagar despite Laena still being alive which led to him losing an eye to the dragon, she Adores Helaena and Daeron and eagerly plans their marriage to Jace and Baela who adores her cousin.

Of course Alicent then delcares Helaena will marry Aegon and it turns into an argument as Viserys debates because he’s a fucking wet wipe.

Jace does not accept this in any way.

Alicent is horrified when the Prince spirits away Helaena and marries her in the traditions of Valryia before anyone can stop them. She faints when the couple return and Helaena tells her it was her idea and they had already slept together (Jace is 17 at this point and she is 19.)

Rhaenyra is half delighted and hald ‘done with her children’ whilst Laenor immediately begins planning a wedding for the faith with Laena as they both giggle and Daemon howls in the background. Viserys. glad he didn;t have to make a choice, blesses the marriage and declares it done.

(When Alicent tries to wed Daeron to a lady of Oldtown when he is 19 Rhaenys easily spirits him away. They return 6 months later and she is already pregnant and wed. Rhaenyra has to have a strong drink whilst Laenor and Daemon howl with laughter.)

(Daemon finds it less funny when Alicent tries to marry Daeron to a lady of Oldtown and Baela kidnaps him and they come back married and her already 3 months pregnant. Laena and Laenor are delighted and Rhaenyra enjoys her taste of vengeance.)

(Rhaenys, who followed her own Husband for a year on dragonback before she was finally permitted to marry him simply smirks, knowing her genes are strong.)

the other kids also grown up and take either their siblings or other nobility as spouses, as when Rhaenyra becomes queen she declares that any who marry into their family will become Targaryean so replenish their bloodline. It suprisingly is very welcomed.

I have more but this is getting really long. Thank you to the Game of throne roleplaying wiki which gave me the list of gods below so that I could use and abuse it as a reference.

Arrax - Ruler of Gods, law, order, justice, governance, and strength.

Aegarax - God of all creatures that walk, run, swim, or fly. Creator of the first dragon.

Balerion - God of death and the Underworld.

Caraxes - God of the sea, twin of Meraxes.

Gaelithox - God of fire, stars, moon, sun, and the dawn, rival of Meraxes.

Meleys - Goddess of love and fertility.

Meraxes - Goddess of the sky, twin of Caraxes.

Shrykos - Goddess of beginnings, endings, transitions, and doorways.

Syrax - God of wine, fruitfulness, parties, festivals, madness, chaos, drunkenness, vegetation, and ecstasy.

Tessarion - Goddess of music, arts, knowledge, healing, plague, prophecy, poetry, beauty, and archery.

Tyraxes - Goddess of reason, wisdom, intelligence, skill, peace, warfare, and battle strategy.

Vermax - God of boundaries, travel, communication, trade, language, and writing.

Vermithor - God of smiths, crafts, and artisans.

Vhagar - Goddess of war.

and the universe reaches out with little babe hands and says hello!! hello i missed you!!

I see no lies.

Unmute !

What I think is also amazing is that their roles, at least the roles he had in his head, are completely switched.

He was at her mercy, being punished by god for his sins, for being a false prophet, whilst she stood triumphant, unharmed with the blessing of God(Titan), speaking his true will. She had the power, the support of people who believed in her, her true self.

He had nothing, no forgiveness, no friends, no belief.

I do like how Belos died, it’s so fittingly pathetic for a dude like him, the weather killing him gives the impression that it’s the titan getting his revenge. Luz showing how utterly beneath her he is by not interacting with him which also frames his own words about ‘being better’ in the most insulting light. And then the people who fucked over the most who are symbolic of the people he spent decades fucking over are the ones to kill him.

Batman supports and protects working girls by the way. He's their friend.

Robert Pattinson:

Tutorial

Ok so I want to run through one of my previous posts again because I felt I didn't explain it well and it deserved a better write up.

So here I am with my Laena/Rhaenyra ABO au again

Firstly lets talk through the hierachy seen in Westeros:

From highest on the hierarchy to lowest as seen through the eyes of the faith and the nobility of Westeros

Alpha-Male Beta-Male Omega-Male-Alpha Female Beta Female Omega Female

Omega Males and Alpha females are regarded on similar levels but Omega males are often treated better because they have a cock.

Because fucking Westeros.

So anyway here is the layout of orientations:

Corlys (B) Rhaenys (A) Laenor (O) Laena(A) Addam(B) Alyn (B) (Yes these two are now Rhaeny's kids because I said so)

Viserys (A) Aemma (O) Rhaenyra (O) Daemon (A)

Aegon (B) Helaena (O) Aemond (A) Daeron (O)

Alicent (O) Otto (B)

Ok here we go:

Laena and Rhaenyra were really close as children. They were born a few months apart and when Rhaenys was in the capital the Velaryron family often spet time with the family.

However after the council debacle and Viserys being a shit and alienating most of his family Laenor and Laena spent more time with their mother and father on Driftmark. They came back once and a while but not for long.

Then Aemma dies.

Rhaeny's is apoplectic in her rage when she hears what her cousin did, she has to be stopped, 5 months pregnant as she is with twins, from burning Viserys alive for how he destroyed a member of their family.

Wife slaying and Kinslaying.

Because yeah, Aemma is family as well and Viserys ordered her death. Its Kinslaying y'all as far as I'm concerned.

Anyway they do go to the Redkeep but only for one person, Rhaenyra. Rhaenyra, who awakened her secondary gender on the day of her mother's death and became an Omega as her father killed her mother.

When they get there they find that only Daemon has been taking care of the princess, her body going through painful and sudden changes whilst she grieves for her mother.

Visery's is no where to be seen and Daemon is sneaking around having already been banished. The kingsguard keeping him secret because Visery's has sent no one to care for the princess and her Lady Alicent has been missing since the week after Aemma's death.

Rhaeny's nearly shouts down the castle. And Corly's, as ambitious as he is, see's this all and immediately destroys all plans of marrying his beloved daughter or son to Visery's. Not with all this, not when seeing his niece, the child Aemma so adored and loved, in such a state, still clutching her mothers bloodied blankets as she wails in pain and grief.

After settling her family they take control. Rhaeny's orders Daemon to stay and over the next week they help Rhaenyra with her new biology, and Laenor is so so happy for another omega in the family, and to arrange her mothers funeral. Viserys only tries to protest Daemon remaining but Rhaenys is angry and her niece need them all. Viserys walks away bruised and bloodied.

Over those two weeks they cousins become close again and Laena quickly begins to fall for her cousin. Who despite her pain and grief is working so hard to prepare and ensure things are running smoothly, to ensure her family has the funeral they deserve.

The funeral happens, Rhaenyra is named heir and her and Laena grow ever closer.

Then one night, a month after the funeral, Rhaenyra asks Rhaenys to go with her to her father. They have barely spoken much since her mothers death and whilst Rhaenyra is still angry,so so angry, she still loves him and he is her only parent left.

They go to the room and with no delay barge in.

To find Visery's in bed with Alicent.

Whatever love Rhaenyra may have for her father dies in that moment.

It is a spectacle the castle will never forget. The pregnant Queen that never and the princess was dragging Alicent and Viserys from the bed screaming in rage and disgust. Soon the whole city knows the Hands daughter was deflowered by the King and even when they marry a scant 2 months later the whole of Westeros knows about the scandal.

It doesn't help when Aegon is born barely 6 months later.

This is not happening under Rhaenys watch goddamit. Especially as she noticed the growing bond between her daughter and niece. Her daughter is her miniature after all, and it was Rhaenys who took her dragon and followed Corlys for a year before her grandfather finally gave in an agreed to the match. And she will be damned If she allows Visery's weakness to ruin their house.

Guess what goddamit, her daughter is an alpha. You didn't want a queen? Well now you're gonna get two motherfuckers.

Corlys is immediately on board. He loves his wife so much and he can make sure his daughter gets a powerful match as well? With his niece who adored her mother and her family so dearly unlike her sack of shit of a father? Sign him up, he will kill and die for his family, and he also gets to right the wrong against his beloved princess, the woman who travelled with him for a year to ensure she wed him?

Hell yeah.

Queens Laena and Rhaenyra Targaryean has a fucking great ring to it.

Meanwhile we'll go to Rhaenyra and the kids, including Daemon because to Rhaenys they are all kids, her kids.

Daemon is pretty much sticking to his family. He refused to leave after seeing what happened to Aemma. He loved Aemma dearly and seeing hsi brother destroy his wife like so many of their ancestors destroyed him. His father never forgave himself for his mother's death even though she wanted another child. Aemma had begged Viserys to stop and he didn't, he had sliced her open and killed her for a child that didn;t live a day.

So fuck Viserys banishing him. He is the leader of the Targaryean house now as far as he was concerned, his brother gave up all rights to their family when he did what he did. Daemon has always resented Westeros culture for infecting his family. He knows that Valryia did terrible things, enslavement and forceful prostitution. But they ensured their women and omegas were treated as the important figures they were. Precious life givers who continued their ways. Half of Valyrian houses were Matriarchal and led by life-givers.

And because of this place his family was murdering them.

So he stays, he hides in the catacombs and tunnels, the gold cloaks and Kingsguard keeping him a secret after Otto gets Viserys to banish him, because his niece is in pain and so is he and they need each other. He knows Otto wants more power and he knows with him disinherited in favour of his niece she will be the net target.

He never regrets supporting Viserys more than he does this day. Curses the 15 year old that loved his brother so dearly that when he begged his brother to support him he did so with little question.

So he calls in his cousin. He brings the Velaryons down on Kingslanding and upon Ottos head.

Rhaenyra spends the first few days after her mother's death grieving and in pain. The sudden shock sent her biology into its next stage of evolution and the suddeness has meant it is more painful than it should be. Her uncle is by her side and if she is honest he is more like her brother than her fathers. He hides from everyone and ensures she can grieve with his support.

And he ensures the rest of their so small family is there as well.

Her aunt Rhaenys is a bastion for them both. Afterall Aemma practically raised Daemon in part as well as was the most protesting when he was married off to the Royce family. Her family's lesser house married to a prince??? It was audacious.

Anyway Rhaenys and her family arrive to Kingslanding and Rhaenyra finally has the support to properly process her grief and begin planning a funeral for her mother and baby brother, which her father has not started.

Whilst the funeral happens and she is named heir after the weird underground meeting with her father, she grows close once more with her cousins and especially her cousin Laena.

She does note Alicents dissapearance but Rhaenyra loves her friend and knows Alicent lost her own mother too. She thinks her friend is grieving in her own way though she is hurt her friend did not come to comfort her.

But her and her cousins become as close as any and she becomes very close with Laena.

Then she comes across her father and Alicent. She ensures both are shamed across the country with their action and ensures everyone knows her ex-friend was pregnant before the wedding, making them wait two months to ensure she is before she lets them wed.

Because Viserys is being controlled by the three adults who demand a semi-proper mourning process occurs before they are allowed to be wed.

And Rhaenyra begins to plan. Her family begin to plan.

Rhaenys immediately asks if Rhaenyra wants to Marry Laena and vice versa. Both girls quickly agree with the allowance of a longer courting process. Rhaenys and Corlys immediately agree with with Viserys having done what he did Rhaenys quickly manipulates him into taking control of the family 'whilst he rules'.

Both girls are engaged and Laenor also demands he be allowed to Wed Daemon. Rhaenys immediately demands an annulment for Daemon and engaged them to marry when Laenor turns 18 in a year.

Daemon is very happy with this.

Corlys is absolutely delighted. Both his children managed to bag dragon riding royalty he had never been so happy. These are his kids!!!

Viserys has little say and its already sealed by the time he thinks to tell Otto who nearly has an apoplectic fit. But he can;t stop it, cuz hes a bitch.

Rhaenyra also ensures he is quickly gotten rid of. How you ask, well she persuades her uncle to take her to a brothel. Of course its not really her, but silver haired mimic her aunt finds her.

When Otto triumphantly tries to show this to Viserys nearly all the kingsguard and her family tell them she was with her family all night. Dameon even brings in the mimic and says he was simply enjoying what the street of silk has to offer.

Otto is gone a month before his precious Aegon is born.

Laena supports her the entire way of course. This is her princess afterall, and though the faith tries to argue the Doctrine of exceptionalism comes in clutch. Because A Valyrian partner is always preferable to a non Valyrian one. Get wrecked you pious bitches.

Alicent meanwhile is not having a good time. Her marriage to the King was meant to be worth it. Listen I had sympathy for Alicent at first, but that bitch literally went 180 on Rhaenyra when she thought she fucked her uncle. Like bitch???? You were fucking her dad like a few weeks after her mother died?? You fucking hypocrite, go suck Viserys rotting dick you absolute bitch. I hope you both die of the pathetic condition of being an absolute insidious bitch. Fuck you both.

Ahem anyway Alicent is not having a good time and neither is Viserys. Alicent wanted to be queen! TO be respected. But after everything the faith barely allowed their marriage, she was simply a consort and everyone knew. She heard whispers in the hall, the whore they call her, she could barely tell her own blood from the queens when she fucked the king.

She almost instantly turns venemous when Rhaenyra has her father sent away, she immediately pulls Larys and Cole, bitter his 'love' was marrying another woman rather than him (Like the fuck dude?? You could have been her sugar baby shut up goddamit.)

Alicent is also no way prepared to be a parent. Her father never taught her motherhood, as far as he was concerned servants did the child raising. But without him and the Velaryons and Rhaenyra and Daemon sweeping the keep she can;t bring in Hightower loyalists as hard as she tries. Viserys is also fucking useless because of course he is the giant pathetic cunt so baby Aegon barely gets one wetnurse and a few maids.

Rhaenyra comes across this and is furious. Rhaenys had expressed that the children of her friend and father would not be at fault and Daemon had, reluctantly, expressed having them loyal to her would be more beneficial. Laena simply told her that they were still her siblings.

Rhaenyra didn;t account for how desperately she wanted siblings. Aegon is small, with pure silver locks and blue-purple eyes and she loves him almost as immediately as she see's him. He comes alive in her arms, giggling and sweetly smiling and it takes a second before she is whisking him away and assigning him a guard, three wetnurses and a small army of maids.

And thus Aegon, and all his future siblings, join Team Black.

Alicent tries to get it back under control, and Viserys attempts to force the issue but Rhaenys compares Aegons treatment with the way Addam and Alyn are being raised and he goes belly up like the insect he is.

And so Rhaenys takes control of the raising of all the Targ kids. With Rhaenyra right by her side.

Laena, only telling Rhaenyra and her mother, dissapears a week after this happens, appearing a few days later riding Vhagar into the city.

Needless to say no one is protesting her engagement to Rhaenyra now.

(If Rhaenys was heard laughing herself sick when it happened no one tells)

The the war of the Stepstones begins. Daemon, Laena, Laenor and Corlys head out. Rhaenyra wants to as well but with her brother growing, Alicent already preganent again and her need to become a stronger heir she stays behind with Rhaenys, Aegon, Addam and Alyn.

In the Stepstones Laena quickly becomes vital to their victory. Vhaegar is one of the only dragons alive capable of melting stone and so she is put to task burning the pirates from their caves. Daemon and Laenor have more agile dragons and fight the ships and perform more acrobatic maneouvers. It takes two years to finish but the war is finished.

Meanwhile Rhaenyra and Rhaenys strengthen their positions. Rhaenys gets recommended as Hand of the King by Rhaenyra and Viserys folds of course. Rhaenyra also gets a bunch of new Ladies in Waiting from the major houses and begins a huge amount of improvements to the cities, funding it first with her own funds and then using funds she gains from buying nearly every brothel in Kings Landing. ALso lots of Blackmail is involved. Even Larys feels the pain after one of his favourites turns on him, again fuck this guy he treats women like shit and his favourite is sick and tired of him. Her name is Iliana and she's from Essos and the Princess is ;listening to her ideas of how to improve the brothel system and ensured her horrible master got eaten by Dragons.

There is still a Green Faction, because ofc, but they aren't as strong especially when the Prince Aegon hardly recognises his own mother because his sister and Aunt mostly raised him. He wouldn't even know he had a dad if Rhaenyra didn;t explain they shared a father. Aegon honestly can't remember a time his mother actually held him for more than a few seconds and his father barely pays attention to anyone except Rhaenyra. He basically thinks he's Rhaenyra's kid and the same happens with Helaena, Aemond and Daeron. I think if it was any other scenario Alicent would have been fine raising the kids through maids. But as a woman trying to usurp a throne she needed to be more hads on with her kids honestly and in the show its evident she's uncomfortable with motherhood until Aemond, but by that Point Viserys is his usual self, she has no father for support and shes trying to run up support for her son by herself.

Her kids become Rhaenyras, and she adores them. She gives Aegon and Daeron egss from her clutched that hatch and when Helaena and Aemonds do not she takes then on Syrax and helps them find their own dragons. Dreamfire for Helaena and Grey Ghost for Aemond.

Going back a bit however Laena and everyone returns from the stepstones in good health and two royal marriages are quickly planned.

It is a day of splendor when Rhaenyra and Laena, and Daemon and Laenor marry. Though both Queens are known in history as the Black Queens they were also known as the Queens of Fire and Sea. Rhaenra and Laena dressing in red and blues, gifting each other rich gifts to reflect their heritages as Targaryean but also Velaryon and Arryn. Laena often wears Blues, golden jewllery shaped like dragons and waves, shaped like creatures of the sea. All gifted by her loving wife. Rhaenyra much the same dressed in red, dressed in golden dragons and fire. Rubies and Pearls adorn them both.

In the traditions of the Faith and of their own Faith they are wed and it is soon after both Rhaenyra and Laenor fall pregnant.

Now heres where I had some debate but I decided that Laena and Rhaenyra would have Rhaena, Lucerys and Baela and Laenor and Daemon would have Jacaerys.

Here is the full kid list:

L+R : (Baela, Rhaena, Lucerys) (Aemon Baelon) (Visenya Monterys) (Rhaenys Aemma)

L+D: (Jacaerys) (Saera Gael) (Corlys II (Joffrey)), (Vaelaena Daenaera)

I put them all in brackets to show where they are but yeah Rhaenyra busted out triplets on her first go and Baela was named Heir, being out first.

Both Corlys and Rhaenys are exstatic, THey steal the kids whenever they want, including Rhaenyras siblings because they are also theirs. Fuck off everyone. You can often find their children and thier partners trying to hunt them down to get back their children.

Baela and Jacaerys are married and Rhaena marries Saera and lead driftmark. Helaena marries the heir of house Celtigar, Aemond and Lucerys and can be found travelling around the world often. Aegon never thinks he will end up married but ends up in Dorne and seduced by its future princess which sccessfully brings them together with the rest of the Kingdoms. In a hundred years practically every major house in Westeros is Valerian thanks to intermarrying and dragons fill the sky. My basic idea for this is Rhaenyra hears the prophecy, tells the others and everyone quickly decides more Dragon riders are needed right now. It spreads expecially including another idea I have which meants that they all manage to reclaim knowledge from old Valryia including numerous surviving dragon eggs.

I might have to do another part because this is getting very long but this is my genuine idea.

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SUPER Low Energy Witchcraft

I’ve been seeing a lot of low energy witchcraft posts, but every one I read isn’t really low energy. When I think ‘low energy,’ I think something I can do on my lowest of low days. Days I can’t get out of bed or even think sometimes. So here it is. The SUPER Low Energy Witchcraft Guide.

Sigils sites. I have found this one to be very good. They’ll make a sigil for you so you don’t have to.

Pinterest boards. Making spells or manifesting using Pinterest boards is one of my favorite things to do.

Spotify playlists. Similar to the Pinterest board idea, use songs to create spells or manifest certain things.

Emoji spells. Use emojis to make spells, making sure they’re packed with intent.

Hang out with your tarot deck. Or any divination tool, for that matter. Just having it near you counts.

Talking to spirits and deities. Tell them about something you plan to do for them, a ritual you’d like help with, ask for help getting through the lows, etc. Or just talk to them. It doesn’t matter about what, talking improves relationships.

Read. Read books you were planning on reading. Definitely do not ever go on Z-Library for free books. Never. /s You do have limits on downloading and it’s relatively hard to figure out on mobile, but if you can get your tablet or computer up and running, it’ll work perfectly.

Scroll through Tumblr. Or Reddit. Or Pinterest. Or even Tik Tok. Scroll through the witch tags, scroll through the tags of and deities you might worship/work with. Or just look at pretty plants. Think about what they can help you with.

Make a shopping list. If you need to restock any herbs or candles, note it down.

Just light a candle or two. Simple as that.

Make a pouch or enchant a piece of jewelry or whatever you want to do to help you recover from your lows before they happen. Touch them or hold them or even just think of them when you want.

Similar to above, enchant any aids (mobility aids, medication, pain relievers, heating pads and ice packs, etc.) to help you recover faster.

If you can, think about your practice, what you want to change, what you 100% wouldn’t change, how it relates to others’ crafts, etc.

Meditate. I’m not talking about some 30 minute guided meditation sitting upright, because I have trouble with them on my lows. I’m talking about staring blankly into space or practicing mindfulness or something like that. You don’t have to do it for long, either. Take a few minutes to chill.

If you can, open your windows. Or curtains. Or blinds. Let it clear out your space.

Enchant your water or foods to help with your symptoms. Draw a sigil with anything (oil, sharpie, air, etc.) on your bottles and above your food to aid in your recovery.

Wash your face and/or hands to cleanse yourself for the day.

Have a ‘worry stone.’ Take a crystal or rock or other stone and rub it when you’re anxious. Or, enchant it to remove negative energies and rub it when your pain is at the worst. The very least it will do is distract you.

Simply rest. Resting and taking some time to recover is the best practice.

Obviously this isn’t a large list, but I cannot emphasize the ‘simply rest’ part enough. As practitioners, we tend to want to do more when we’re sitting bored in bed. But remember, safety first. The quicker you recover, the quicker you can get back to your craft.

As it fucking should be

If you think about it, Watching and Dreaming is a bit of a Lovecraftian cosmic horror story, except the unknowable cosmic entity is actually a sweet kid and the actual horror is H. P. Lovecraft.

Nothing will top this. Flawless. Stunning. Perfection itself. The fact that this is the first time EVER we have hear Roy laugh and though nothing could have prepared me for the sound of it it was somehow also familiar like YES this IS how x rated Oscar the Grouch would laugh with unadulterated joy. The fact that Ted just went along with the dick tying plan no hesitation. Also Trent in the fucking background.

Remember kids, Nazis don't deserve their kneecaps.

Also if any of these are incorrect pls lemme know

no fucking way

Part 1

Before Danny met any Bats or Wayne’s

Danny walking the Gotham streets: “hmm, my sense are tingling” turn’s around to slap something only to see nothing and walks away.

Joker, who was behind Danny, about to kidnap Danny cartoon style only to be slapped on to oncoming traffic by the Dick Grayson look alike: “uh oh”

Random TikTok user on live about to do a face reveal only to see his comment section going wild to look behind him: “huh” looks behind him and sees the joker get slapped into oncoming traffic. “Oh- realization -OH MY GOD!!!”

Random TikTok user goes over to the Joker and starts checking his breathing: “oh my god ohmygod!!! THE JOKER IS DEAD!!!!

Meanwhile at Wayne Manor:

Continuation of Part 2

How Polyamory would save the House of the dragon Laenor/Harwin/Rhaenyra version

Hear me out.

I have read a lot of very good fanfiction ok, its given me ideas ok!!

So there are two versions of this so I’m gonna do two different versions.

So the wedding occurs, its bad. Poor Joffrey is cut down (RIP my good sir, you should have gotten to slice Criston Coles head off.)

Rhaenyra rushes to Laenor, trying to pull Cole off Joffrey and in his rage he tries to cut them both down, Rhaenyra for her ‘rejection’ and Laenor for ‘stealing’ Rhaenyra.

Mr Breakbones himself is not about to allow that to happen. He bum rushes the idiot so fast his head cracks onto the floor and he gets knocked the fuck out. He’s not even awake before Visery deamnds his head.

He doesn;t die that easy. Laenor takes him down to the black cells and makes him suffer.

Cole is fed to Seasmoke, or whats left of him is does anyway.

It does a lot for his mourning, but he still mourns.

Despite Visery’s push to rush the marriage, both Rhaenys and Corly’s tell him no. He listens.

They also make sure that all of Alicents green dresses are burned. No green material can be found in Kingslanding for the next year.

A month later Laenor and Rhaenyra get married, and in that time they both take the gloves off. Joffrey was killed and Rhaenyra betrayed.

They annouce widely they will not only marry in the eyes of the Seven, but also in the eyes of their gods.

And little do people know that Harwin has slowly earnt their love. When the time comes it is him that helps them produce their first heir. Their Jacaerys, born with rich white curls, his mother eyes and his father smile and darker skin.

No one would ever doubt his heritage.

Laenor mourns and comes to love both Harwin and Rhaenrya, true romantic love. He will never be sexually attracted to Rhaenyra but he adores her and she him.

But they also love Harwin, and both are determined that he will be married to them.

It is actually Daemon and Laena, both married with their twin and their young son Baelon, that help them using the doctrine of exceptionalism as well as casting rumours about and blackmailing the high septon.

It takes 2 years, in which time Luecerys is born, with black Baratheon curls and Laenors eyes. but by this time the High Septon claims that the gods have said Harwin must be repaid for saving Rhaenyra’s and Laenors lives, and it must be done in marriage.

Rhaenyra of course respectfully accepts this, it is a message from the seven afterall.

And so, much to Alicent and otto’s fury Harwin is married into the couple and they all head to Dragonstone to marry Harwin in their ways and then to Harrenhall to marry alll together in front of the Old gods.

9 months later Joffrey Strong is born, named for the man who died to give Harwin his greatest happiness.

Rhaenys is very proud of her boy and loves all her grandchildren, including any beget by Harwin because they are Laenors as well.

Corlys is very confused by the whole thing, he just lets his wife and children do what they want at this point.

Larys fucks about and finds out at this point, people assume that he had accidentally gotten into the pit whilst drunk and had been too slow to escape Syrax, no one knows he had tried to kill his brother and had been killed by Syrax and Seasmoke in revenge.

Harwin does not mourn him, not when he had been holding Joffrey when his brother had tried to burn him.

All three become more vicious, scheming to protect their precious hatchlings. 

Once all the heir spots are filled and they no longer need to be careful the children come hard and fast. After Joffrey comes:

Visenya(H) Aemon(L) Baelor(L) Rhaenys(H) Viserys(H) Daenys(H) Jahaerys(H) Aemma(L) Naerys (H) Aerion (H) Alysanne(L)

A fair few are twins and triplets but after 10 years and 14 kids Rhaenyra decides she is done. Luckily Laenor and Rhaeny’s have found something to render her infertile much to her delight. No risks, no need ofr moontea. Harwin and Laenor even take it as well to be doubly sure.

Laena and Daemon have Rhaena, Baela, Baelon, Gaemon, Alyssa, Lucena, Corlae, Aethys, Daenaera, Vaelaena and Monterys.

They also choose infertility after Vaelaena and Monterys.

In total between the two families there are 25 kids. Why do I do this? Because its hilarious and also I think its cute.

Also yes Laena will survive because I said so, fuck you. 

So Whats going on with Viserys and the Greens. 

Well since the families are more cohesive and with encouragement from her partners and In-Laws, Rhaenyra begins ruling as her father gets sicker. By the time Daemon and Laena bring over proper healers he’s already contracted Leprosy and its been badly exacerbated by the Maesters, and Otto and Alicents treatments. Its deep to the point where the healers say that trying the usualy treatments will only kill him. With no Dragon he can;t fight it off and basically it becomes comfort measures to keep him happy and pain free. They help slow it somewhat but once he reaches a certain stage its more cruel to try and slow it and so the decision is made to basically do a Hospice care treatment. Keeping him happy and comfortable. I don;t like Viserys and he needs to be dead but I understand Rhaenyra would try and help him.

Otto was basically kicked out and once Rhaenyra has her family move into Kingslanding they all basically do everything they can to make sure he cannot re-enter. Fuck at one point Harwin, much to Laenor and Rhaenyra’s delight, manages to arrange for the old fool to get fucking syphallis. They still have no idea how he managed that but he did and thats when the Qudrapulets were conceived.

Hightower also begins to suffer politically. After Otto was kicked out and it was proven that the Maesters and Alicent had only made the king sicker they lost control of the education of the Maesters. All education was seperated out to every ruling family in Westeros with a central education centre moved to Kingslanding.

Gwain Hightower and son also suffer, drowning at sea when their bost sunk unexpectedly during a storm. No one ever saw Seasmoke, so well was he camoflaged.

The trio also begin working heavily to help the smallfolk. Healing centres, food banks, better education and a sewer system. It is understanding that people began moving from the Faith to the worship of the 14 gods of Valryria or the Old Gods. The Dragon pit is torn down as well and near the site a temple to the Valryian gods it build and a new Godswood planted in Kingslanding. Soon the other cities of Westeros follow. The Seven are still worshipped, but people are more free to worship who they want.

It is during this time all the Targs find out they are immune to fire. It was Laena and Laenor who found this out. they got into a playfight and accidentally fell into a firepit.Everyone hurried to oull them out but only Corlys and Harwin get burnt.

It is what allows Daemon and Rhaenys to explore Valyria eventually, where they manage to discover lost pieces of their heritage including what they realise is a hatchery containing nearly 100 eggs.

Daemon is feral.

The Dragon keepers are delighted when over half begin to hatch on Dragonstone, they have to quickly train up dozens of new recruits to keep up.

This is also when Rhaena encounters the Cannibal and claims him much to Daemons horror and Laena’s delight. It turns out, from what Rhaena learns from the bond, is that the Cannibal had been a dragon whose rider died in its infancy and the broken bond so young had a egative impact on its psyche, fixed by Rhaena.

All the kids get dragons, I’ll think more on which one later but they all get dragons.

Now on to the key people and Controversially I don’t really like Alicent as a person. I think she is a great character but she does remind me of an estranged family member and gives me the ick. I don’t like Aegon either, little rapey cunt.

So there are two ways I can see this go for these two. Firstly is the good way where Alicent realises that Rhaenyra will be a good queen and chills out. Honestly what I imagine she’ll be happiest doing is either taking on work to help people or joining the faith maybe? Aegon would also have to be raised really well for this good ending, make sure he gets proper rearing and also stays away from drink and child fighting rings. I imagine he would become a traveller, maybe a diplomat of sorts. He would probably never marry but his sister would legitimise the children he has.

Bad version is unfortunately more likely in the timeline of the story. Considering the distrust brewing Alicent would probably always believe Rhaenyra would kill her and her children. But the positive outcomes for Rhaenyra would probably make her move more quickly. She would probably be involved in getting Larys to try and kill Harwin and whne found out she would flee back to Oldtown with Aegon, leaving behind her other children for the sake of the Heir. I imagine they would be hidden for safety and Aegon raise to belive he is king.

The other three I honestly see as more redeemable, Aemond is on thin fucking ice but with the abandonment off his mother at a much younger age and being basically adopted by Rhaenyra he can turn out better. He basically becomes the New Daemon. Fiercely protective of his sister-mother and his siblings and of the fathers who raised him with love and care he becomes a fierce knight and advisor for Jacaerys when he eventually becomes king. 

Helaena is also given a better life. Daemon quickly realises she is a dreamer and whilst there is no training they have available they do everything they can to help her. Journals, soft things, all the bugs she wants. Helaena is a treasure burdened with a terrible gift and they will help her all they can. This eventially involves letting Aemond and her marry. It is obvious she loves her brother and he her, and Rhaenyra wants all her children to marry for love if they can. Also letting Helaena marry outside of the family would just be insane.

Daeron knows that technically he isn’t his sisters child, but she raised him from a baby after retrieving him from Oldtown so as far as he is concerned Rhaeneyra is his Muna and Laenor and Harwin are his Kepa’s. He becomes one of the new people who gather education and teachers for Rhaenyra’s new education centres. he himself eventually marries the next princess of Dorne. 

Now to the drama. In the timeline I picture Oldtown takes Aegon and tries to raise him to be the new King. Rhaenrya does try to find him but she is not successful and soon the Triarchy rise delcaring Aegon the true king. It does not end well at all. Aegon is probably killed during a battle and house Hightower is removed. Soon Oldtown itself is abandonned and nothing is left of Hightower or Oldtown except a few broken ruins. Rhaenyra rules peacefully with her family as the first, but not the last queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

Centuries later King Rhaegar, named for his holy Ancestor Rhaenyra, Ascends the throne when his father deems him ready and Aerys retires for a peaceful life with his beloved wife Rhaella, with his wife the new Queen Lyanna of house Stark. By their sides the King’s dragon Syrax and Queen Lyanna’s direwolf Frost. 

Their first son, their first child of six, Jahaerys Targaryean, affectionately known as Jae by his numerous Targaryean aunts, uncles, siblings and cousins, and Jon by his Stark relatives, is claimed by the Dragon Vermithor at birth and was found with the direwolf pup Ghost after his first night in the cradle. He is born with his father’s dark skin and bright indigo eyes, but with thick black curls streaked with silver and a stern and very Stark face.

When the night King came he found himself against the Prince and his beloved wife and Princess Daenaerys and her dragon SIlverwing along with over a hundred dragons and direwolves, a united kingdom of Westeros, Wildings and children of the forest, and users of magics both ancient and strong.

He never stood a chance.

I still haven’t watched the last two episodes lol

Have a Noceda siblings sketch that I never finished

Luz really cartwheeled into the boiling isle and swiped the brother Belos has spent the last 400 years fine tuning and I have nothing but respect for her. 😌

dp x dc 2 Mother Gotham

 I had… zero intention of continuing this…. and i still.. have zero intention of continuing… lol i don’t know how this part 2 happened XD Please enjoy or feel free to take it   ~

Part 1 Constantine stared. 

He’d had very, very little time to learn everything he thought he needed to know about the Ghost King through his contacts and as an adult, he didn’t like what he’d heard so far. He might not be the most responsible bloke but damn it, he wasn’t okay with a fourteen year old taking on so much pressure after what was likely a traumatic death. 

He learned very little other than how young he was, how well liked he was, and how he’d not only earned the respect of many ancients, but befriended them. A good section of his contacts refused to answer any questions about him at all, stating at they didn’t want to cause trouble for the king. 

It was commendable but fucking frustrating. He had to find his boy and his sister and take them to both Lady Gotham and Batman. He’d had a headache all night. 

Constantine wasn’t a stranger to the occult, not by a long shot. He was rather the Justice League’s resident expert, but his lack of knowledge surrounding Amity Park was inexcusable. He had no idea how an entire town went unnoticed but he was going to find out. 

The amount of liminals in one place was ridiculous but he’d have to actually go there to gather more information on these teenagers. As things were, he was waiting at the Gotham welcome Center at the appointed time and was always startled by the amount of activity there. People coming and going. Gothamites were unfazed by the gloom of the city and newcomers were often transfixed by their first taste of a city that harbored so many curses. 

Few were able to understand that it was Lady Gotham stretching her non-corporeal limbs. 

He’d only been there an hour, and he had no description of these teenagers. He should have just asked Bruce. The man had probably somehow already tracked down everything on these kid right down to their favorite colors, but he hadn’t honestly thought he’d need anything like that. Turns out… he was right.

Constantine had just lit another cigarette when the room got cold. He glanced around the room, eyes zeroing in on a hooded figure, a NASA logo printed across the front. He slid up to a vending machine, pushing a dollar in and punching in the numbers for whatever snack he wanted. 

The kid was so unassuming. He could have been any random teenager. The strangest thing about him was that he had a thermos dangling off his belt and stars had been drawn on his shoes in what looked like marker. 

He bent to pick up his snack, but when he turned, he was already pinning Constantine with a stare. 

He wasn’t used to a kid being the one to pick him out in a crowd, but this one…well… Constantine wasn’t about to question his qualifications as royalty. When Constantine did nothing, the teens head cocked to the side in confusion. It was a far too long moment where they did nothing but stare at one another from across the room. 

The staring contest was broken when a red headed young woman exited the nearby bathroom and slid up behind her brother, a hand on his shoulder and a question on her lips. She was definitely liminal, and not as human as they both likely had been once. Not that that mattered to him. It was just one more piece of information to file away for later. The Ghost King silently nodded in his direction, and now there were two piercing gazes in his direction.

 There was something about the sister he couldn’t put his finger on but it would be a bloody cold day in hell before he purposely pissed her off. She was definitely the type to be her brothers keeper, and someone with that kind of sway over the Ghost King was no one to fuck around with. 

He inhaled once more, enjoying the smoke filling his lungs before he hauled himself off the bench he’d been occupying to head towards them. 

“Welcome to Gotham. I’m your one man welcoming committee.” He greeted.

 “Who sent you?” The redhead asked. 

“Got a name?” The Ghost King asked right after. 

They were paranoid, but he didn’t blame them for that. Whatever had them running likely wasn’t friendly. The boy’s eyes were rimmed with dark circles and there were bruises along his jaw and neck. His sister wasn’t injury free either. She was holding one of her arms to her chest. Possibly a dislocated shoulder or elbow. “John Constantine. Member of the Justice League Dark.” 

He never would have introduced himself like that normally but he was dealing with a King and well… spooked kids. 

“Dark?” The brother and sister exchanged a look. 

Constantine grunted. “We deal with the magical nasties and what not. I was summoned to Gotham to greet you, Majesty.” 

The Ghost King didn’t wince, but there was a tick to his jaw.  “Danny.” He corrected. “This is my sister, Jazz.” 

“Who was it who summoned you?” Jazz asked, her good arm wrapped around one of her brother’s. 

Constantine nodded to Danny. “His mother. Dunno your full story, but i was led to believe this was your actual mother.” 

Danny’s lips pinched. “That is what Clockwork said…” He muttered to his sister who nodded, though she didn’t look overly trusting. 

“And you have no connection to the GIW?” She bulldozed right through. 

Constantine’s eyes narrowed. “Bloody fuck is that?” 

They exchanged another look. “The Ghost Investigation Ward.” 

“The fuck?” He inhaled again, pulling the cigarette away from his mouth. “What’s their problem?” 

Danny’s brows lowered, a soft, quiet, and mostly certainly deadly sort of anger in that look. “Hunting and experimenting on my people for sport.” 

Constantine tsked, but it did nothing to truly betray how pissed off that made him. “Sounds like a couple of pretenders messing around in my neck of the woods. Thanks for the tip. I’ll be looking into that.” He paused to pull out his cell phone and make a note of them. “No, I’m a right bastard for sure but meddling with the Infinite Realm is a major no-no.”

The Ghost King’s ire lessened somewhat, but the faint glow to Jazz’s eyes hadn’t yet waned. “Why were you picked to escort us?” 

“Probably because i’m one of few around that could hear the call. Your mother has been making arrangements for the both of you. I’ll take you to her first and then to where you’ll be living.” They weren’t a very trusting pair, but he had to assume they had every reason to be cautious. 

Danny finally heaved a sigh and took his sister’s hand. “Fine. It’s a leap but only a lunatic would claim to be in the Justice League when they weren’t.”

 Constantine didn’t react to that, he didn’t want to worry the kid about how many lunatics there actually were. The laugh he’d have over this kid looking like Wayne adoption bait would have to wait. 

“Besides, one wail will take out a good chunk of Gotham, so i’m sure you won’t do anything stupid.” Danny continued. 

“Noted…” Constantine said dryly. He was getting shitfaced tonight. 

~

 Danny rather liked Gotham. Sure he’d barely seen any of it but the ambient ectoplasm was more than enough to sustain him. There weren’t many people who could say that kind of thing energized them but Danny sure could. Jazz could to a lesser extent. It was almost like home, except hopefully less volatile. 

Constantine showed them to his car that smelled like alcohol, cigarettes and magic and took off with them. He didn’t even seem to mind Danny opening and eating his bag of chips. He knew Jazz wasn’t in a trusting mood. He wasn’t either but Clockwork had told him bits about his mother. Had told him to follow his core and he’d find his mother. So far… he was satisfied with the direction they were headed. 

He stifled a yawn but tired tears sprung to his eyes anyway. He had no idea what time it was anymore. Gotham was so dark but there were people out on the street. It could have been noon or midnight and he was too lazy to even pull out his phone and check. It didn’t matter when his master plan was to get himself and Jazz somewhere safe and then sleep for hours. 

When Constantine finally pulled his car to a stop and got out, it had started to drizzle just a little. It wasn’t enough rain to even really get them wet, it was just vaguely annoying. The streets were startlingly vacant compared to the ones they’ve driven passed before and this was obviously an older section of the city. 

Having just arrived, Danny and Jazz didn’t know all the districts in Gotham yet but it didn’t take a genius to figure out that this wasn’t main street. Constantine headed towards an old bridge, pieces of it having crumbled away from age but the architecture had obviously once been top tier. 

“Where are we?” Jazz asked, keeping close to Danny, her voice only just above a whisper but Constantine heard her. 

“The meeting point.” 

Danny frowned, but he held out an arm to keep his sister behind him. His core fluttered in his chest, and he recognized that something was coming. He tried to pinpoint exactly what it was but the feeling was something altogether new though it reminded him of Clockwork or Pandora. 

With a gentle wave of power, she appeared. A woman, cloaked with gargoyle like features. She could have been made of stone but she approached them cautiously. “Daneil.” She whispered, and he felt her voice wash over him with emotion. Pride. Pride. Pride. Regret. Pain. Joy. 

Confused. Relaxed. “Was that my name?” he asked. He’d been so terribly small when the Fenton’s had caught him but he could see how his name could have gotten twisted around at some point. “Are you…?” 

Welcome. Welcome. Welcome. 

“This is Lady Gotham.” Constantine said, probably for Jazz and Danny’s benefit. 

She moved, fazing in and out of existence and stopping just out of reach. “Son…” she whispered, the emotion nearly dropping him to his knees. All of her attention was on him. When was the last time he’d had that from a parental figure? 

Danny stared back at her, her green eyes so familiar. He reached up to touch his cheek under his own blue eyes. It was a wonder she could even recognize him. Sure he felt the same but he was half human. Half alive. That didn’t matter to her? 

Doesn’t matter. Doesn’t matter. Doesn’t matter. Doesn’t matter. 

Danny exhaled shakily, falling into his shift. The rings of light circled around his middle before spreading out and revealing his ghost half. White hair topped with a black crown and green eyes matching the spirits. 

Constantine cursed softly under his breath, taking several steps away. 

“Oh, don’t be a wuss.” Jazz chuckled. “He’s not after you.” 

“Not taking any chances with all that,” he said. 

Danny couldn’t help his faint smile at that. “Daneil.” Lady Gotham reached out slowly, cupping his face. She didn’t feel like stone for all she looked like it. She was cool to the touch and he wondered what her core was. She felt familiar. Like he’d met her before. That made sense if she were his mother but after all this time, there was this connection that clicked into place.

 I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Lost you. Lost you. 

Here now. Here now. “It’s okay.” Danny muttered, barely even registering that the bruises on his face were disappearing. “It’s not your fault.” He dared to move, stepping into her space to hug her. She trilled in affection, holding him tightly while Danny chirped his automatic response. When was the last time Maddie had hugged him? 

Jazz could make him purr or chirp in affection but had his parents ever? He’d known Lady Gotham for all of a handful of minutes and already he felt safe in her haunt. It was far safer than his in Amity. 

Welcome. Welcome. Missed you. Missed you. “Daneil.” She said his name like a prayer. Voice quiet but filled with affection. 

“Guess i’m staying here for a while.” He muttered, his core humming. He pulled away from the hug, silently wondering if he’d ever grow horns or something like Lady Gotham when he glanced back over at his sister. She was waiting patiently, still cradling her arm. He’d managed to pop it back into it’s socket but it was terribly tender. “What do you think?” 

“I’m staying if you’re staying.” Jazz said simply. 

“Good child.” Lady Gotham whispered. She vanished from in front of Danny and reappeared next to Jazz. Thank you, Thank you. Thank you. 

Jazz couldn’t always make out the words in emotions but she felt them all the same. Her smile was warm. “He’s my little brother. I love him. I had to come along.” 

She hadn’t. She could have lived a normal life. She could have left him behind. She didn’t have to act as his shield when their parents found out about him. She didn’t have to but she did. She’d never abandoned him. 

Welcome. 

“We’ll figure it out, Jazz. Promise.” 

Lady Gotham reached slowly, taking Jazz’s hands. Thank you. Her immense power shifted again and Jazz gasped in surprise. Danny raised a brow but grinned at the drop of Gotham’s power that flowed into his sister. It sped her healing up, taking away the ache in her arm. He guessed Jazz would become a stronger liminal than she already was. 

Constantine cursed again. “This just doesn’t happen…” he muttered. 

Danny could tell though, his mother was amused. 

“Jasna.” Lady Gotham spoke clearly, pleased with herself. 

“Wait… what?” Jazz looked confused, trying to read the emotions that were being sent to her. It was a mouthful, and amounted to… The sister of my son is also mine. 

“Renamed by an ancient…” Constantine was shaking his head, pulling out a flask from his jacket pocket. Names were powerful… you couldn’t just hand them out… But he was not about to argue with Lady Gotham. 

Danny snickered. “You can still keep your nickname, Jazz.” He felt… calm. He was happy to be here. He liked Gotham because it was safe and his mother was here and everything suddenly felt like it would be okay after all. He and Jazz could start over. 

“Jasna…” Jazz repeated, testing it out. “Thank you.” After everything that had happened.., she could use a mother figure.

Lady Gotham seemed so satisfied. She turned back to Danny, hugging him again, even the wings on her arms fluttered with delight to have her child back. 

My son. My son. 

Danny smiled, wondering if it was like this for all ghost children when their parents were near. He’d have to call Ellie and have her swing by to see if she felt the same way he did. “We’ll figure everything out…” He paused and looked back at Constantine. “You were taking us somewhere else too?” 

“Yeah.” He was flicking his lighter on and off, likely considering another smoke. “Lady Gotham is entrusting you to someone who will also have a hand in keeping you safe. She hand picked him and everything.” 

“We just need an apartment… and…” Jazz frowned a little. They’d talked about it a little and Danny had hated the idea of his sister giving up on school for even a week. 

“Not necessary.” Constantine said dryly. “You’ll be fine.” 

“Where…are we going exactly?” Danny asked, looking at his mother again. He was so strangely pleased that they had the same eyes. 

She laughed, actually laughed. He felt her excitement in her bones. She pointed up into the air and only a few beats later, the bat signal was spread across the sky, glowing against the smog and clouds. 

“That’s…” Jazz blinked, who could have planned for this? 

“No way.” Danny stared at the glowing signal. Everyone knew what that meant. He looked to Constantine again who only nodded his confirmation. His mother was still laughing, enjoying the moment. “We’re staying with Batman!?” ~~ ~~

I really didn’t intend to continue this, i’m not sure it’ll happen again. I have no confidence in writing for the Batfam. If anyone is interested, go for it. 

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