SonyaAvCe

Hey everyone, I'm currently organizing all my projects and future ideas into a comprehensive list to enhance my workflow. While it's still a work in progress, I'm continually refining and improving it.

LIST OF IDEAS AND PROMPTS

Talk to me, part A Silly Ruler Sad Ice Ghost Space Eldritch Deity {ATL} Multi Chap DPxDC Prompts Tuttelage Baby Danny {part 0 / part 1} Astral Projection {part 0 / part 1} Clairvoyant Danny

Eternity – Alex Warren

Today was supposed to be humid — a dark sky heavy with clouds, threatening to drizzle just enough to make the damp air feel even heavier, sullying the moment with gloom. At least, that’s how it would have gone if life followed the scripts of those dramatic novels Todd used to watch alone in the movie room. This was meant to be a day of mourning, a solemn occasion marked by sorrow, silence, and the weight of loss.

Instead, the skies were clear—or mostly clear—with not a single dark cloud in sight. Even the news forecast seemed baffled by such an unusual occurrence; sunny weekdays were rare in Gotham. Richard had mused, half-seriously, that perhaps it was a gift from Danyal, sent from above. Drake, ever the skeptic, chalked it up to yet another eerie Gotham anomaly and promptly began checking the latest intel from JL Dark for any peculiar signs.

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But it feels like an eternity Since I had you here with me Since I had to learn to be Someone you don't know

To be with you in paradise What I wouldn't sacrifice Why'd you have to chase the light Somewhere I can't go?

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Still, Damian was quietly grateful for the bright day and the gentle breeze that accompanied him. It felt almost like a calm gesture from fate, a rare mercy, as he watched his brothers and sisters place small white roses atop Danyal’s headstone. The black galaxy granite plaque, adorned with golden lettering, shimmered faintly in the sunlight—a thoughtful touch from Richard. It was a tribute to Danyal’s love for stars and constellations, a passion he had often spoken of during their time in Nanda Parbat. His brother’s name was elegantly inscribed, accompanied by a silver-and-white engraving of a constellation. “Ursa Major,” Damian murmured, a hint of melancholy in his voice as he traced the design with trembling fingers. He had always been ‘Ursa Minor’—the smaller one, the cherished one, the treasure meant to be cared for and protected. And though it had once embarrassed him to admit it, he had loved the way Danyal’s praise and affection wrapped around him like starlight—quiet, constant, and warm.

He remembered the nights they’d spent beneath the Himalayan sky, Danyal pointing out constellations with a reverence usually reserved for gods. “You’re my Polaris, Ukhti” he had once whispered, “Always guiding me home.”

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Another glimpse of what could've been (ooh) Another dream of the way that it never was Fallin' back in the wilderness (ooh) Wakin' up, rubbin' salt in the cut

Oh, how long has it been? I don't know

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“Is this how you pictured it going, Baby Bat?” Richard’s voice broke through his reverie, gentle and grounding. He placed a hand on Damian’s shoulder, anchoring him in the present. Damian leaned into the touch, grateful for the steadiness of his brother’s presence.

“Thanks, Grayson… this is perfect for my brother,” he said, his tone steady, though his eyes shimmered with unshed tears. His gaze lingered on the engraving, full of quiet, sincere gratitude.

“Always, Baby B. Always.”

A hush settled over the cemetery, broken only by the rustle of leaves and the soft murmur of the wind. Looking up at the clear skies and the golden rays of sun, Damian couldn’t help but hum the familiar tones of that lullaby his ak’hny used to sing to him—back when peace was a fragile thread, and love was as raw as bare skin beneath the sun.

He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the melody carry him. In that instant, he could almost feel Danyal’s hand in his hair, hear his laughter echoing through the mountains, and see the stars reflected in his eyes.

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And it feels like an eternity Since I had you here with me Since I had to learn to be Someone you don't know (oh)

To be with you in paradise What I wouldn't sacrifice Why'd you have to chase the light Somewhere I can't go?

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Eternity, he thought, wasn’t a place. It was a memory, a song, a constellation etched in stone—and in the hearts of those who remembered.

END

I just finished playing the dlc of the lies of p, and honestly I don't think my emotions were well rested enough for the show I had after finishing the game…

Spoiler Alert : it was a lot of O<O moments where I just had to pause the game, write the lore down and then check it, trying to connect and correlate data...

I just have this one nagging ich, if Lea Monad died with Romeo when Geppetto arrived; that means Romeo became the King of Puppets in the future but what about Lea… Well I do have a deranged theory of what she became….

sooooooo

Goodbye - Ramsey

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I can hear the sound of a heartbeat before it goes out Won't ever leave my memory of bloodshed all around And I can see a tear on my brother's face before it falls out Oh, my al'kh, how could I have ever let you down? Oh

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Damien knew, deep down, that his brother was gone. Danyal had been gone for a long time, actually. But Damien knew he couldn’t—or wouldn’t—stop the memories from surfacing. He knew it wasn’t healthy, how he was coping with it (it had been four years now), but… his memory still haunted him to this day.

Like a fresh wound, bleeding and pulsing with rot; he sometimes swore he could still hear Danyal’s laughter echoing in Richard’s maniacal cackle, in the way Todd would frown at some of his ideas when he tried to devise a Plan B with him, or in those rare moments when Drake would slouch over in his chair, lost in thought over some detective case—Damian remembers that Danyal had loved solving puzzles with him— Sometimes, when he felt the shadow of arms around him, he couldn’t help but inwardly lean into them (he knew Cassandra was responsible for that one), but he always managed to shake those memories off before it was too late, his mind roaring 'traitor' ------------------

When all these trees saw us grow, Cut our teeth and make our bones right here We'd play with shields made of stone We shared our dreams and sit our thrones

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On those days, he would quietly go to his room and light a small candle next to a crude drawing of his al’akh, surrounded by his old wakizashi and League of Assassins medallion. But... sometimes, when the weight of rules, restrictions, and responsibilities of the family felt too heavy on his small frame—when he felt like he might choke and break down (he would swallow his emotions until he was alone)—he would retreat to the small barn, cuddling with Batcow and the rest of his rescues.

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Where is my home? I don't recognize the faces anymore, no Where is my brother? The one I've known since I was only just a kid

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The warmth of the bodies reminded him of how his al’akh used to embrace him in those moments—his gentle voice, the soft caress of his hand running through his freshly washed hair, on how his words of gentle praise with no hidden meaning meant so much to him.

Only to wake up in a reality that didn’t have his older brother in it.

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I think it's time to say goodbye Goodbye, goodbye Goodbye, goodbye, woah

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And that’s how Richard found out about his second younger brother: Danyal.

He had been the same age Jason was when he died—too young, too bright, too innocent—Damien added this in a lower tone, almost like a reverence, as he remembered how Danyal had been his light and only respite in the League of Assassins. And honestly, Dick didn’t know how to process that. He felt sad for Damien. Because even though they had both lost a brother—eerily similar circumstances but different times, different ages, different families—it was tragic in a way that was disturbingly alike.

"Do you still want to give Danyal a proper funeral?" he had asked one late night after a heavy-duty patrol that had forced the two of them to team up again like old times as they were only ones still awake and on duty in the cave.

Damien had frozen up in his steps after removing his gear and mask, slowly nodding but not denying the question. After a silent moment, Damien only muttered—almost inaudibly but still loud enough for Dick to hear—"Danyal always loved small things… but I know he loved to be closer to the stars."

Dick simply smiled and hummed, the small remark noted and stored to later share with Alfred—a quiet surprise prepared for Damien as it was time to say goodbye…

To Danyal, his older brother.

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I had some DP fandom doodles and some nice sketches I had saved over the months, I will update them as I go :]

SMALL SNEAK PEEK AT SHORT PROMPTS

Mockingbird - Eminem

Damian remembers the hugs; the secrets escapades to his al'akh side, when he would secretly sneak up to his older brother alcove to sleep in the cold nights back at the compound. Once he managed to disarm all the traps, his brother would open up his cover to invite him in, Damian would gladly do it, without a doubt, nuzzle into his al'akh warm embraces and sleep soundly and peacefully for the night.

“Hush little borealis, go rest now, everything’s gonna be alright” 

His bother would them hum a rhythm and run his finger through his hair, mumbling promises to him about giving Damian the childhood he didn’t have, about how he was going to free the both of them from the twisted clutches of his Grandfather and to never worry as he was always going to be there for him to protect him. In all honesty at that time, Damian didn’t fully understood it, what those words meant. What their purpose was.

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“Where’s Danyal?” He would ask his mother one afternoon after training under the scorching sun, finally asking as it has been too long since he came back from the mission and his al'akh hasn’t returned yet “where is he?” 

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“Now rest, little borealis, don't you cry everything's gonna be alright don’t break up yet, lil soldier, I told ya I’m here to hold ya through the night”

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“He’s not here habibi …” Talía answer him stoically, her words coldly apathetic to his increasing panic. So, Damian knew his older brother had made a mess in the final explosion and the escape route but that wasn’t a plausible excuse; so he pressed on, demanding an legitimate answer if not from mother then from grandfather.

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“ I know big brother not here right now, and you might don't know why Sorry for making it feel like how we feel inside It may seem a little crazy, baby bother  But I promise akhi gon' be alright”

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“He perished while endangering the  reconnaissance” Ra’ Al Ghul would finally said, after receiving beat down from him one morning while ‘training the heir’. 

Shakingly; later Damian would remember how his arms and legs were tingling with an unknown emotion, walking out with haste out of the training room into the heirs alcoves, frenzied and in a panic. Hoping that what Grandfather said was a jest; or even a cruel test but his hopes crushes when he was meet by an empty room and some dusted out crates full of Danyal stuff. 

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“… And even if you don’t you ask me to Akhi gonna get you a mockingbird I'ma give you the whole world Dami

I’ll do anything for you to see you smile”

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“N-no… al'akh…. Danny?”

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The team remained neutral as the sprite slowly floated down the flight of stairs, his form flickering in luminescence as it guides them to where his body is, but according to Robin it was just an ‘empty room’

‘Are we sure he isn’t taking us out in secret?’ commented Wally in the shared mind link, Artemis glared at him annoyed and whacked him hardly on the shoulder ‘stop being such a baby! He’s harmless enough!’

‘But how sure are we that he won’t harm us once he’s back on his body!’ fumbled the speedster towards the archer ‘there’s always a catch, no favor is free!’ 

‘I see your point Kidd but as Artemis and Zatanna says he’s a projection not a physical entity’ adds Megan as she floats  closer to Robin and Connor ‘But if what our mentors told us is true about this mission, then there’s a possibility that they unintentionally missed some important information’

‘what we know about this mission is that this was once a facility own by and organization called GIW, who were using some type of pure concentrated Lazarus water to power up some kind of weaponry's and clean energy plants; we also know that they moved theirs bases all around the globe by using some kind of portal, so that’s all the information that we have on paper but if what Megan says it’s true then..’ ponders Kaldur, his steps faltering a bit as he slows down.

Robin scoffed at this ‘I bet this is one of Batman usual test-‘ when a screech interrupted him; the group managed to catch themselves before running down the stairs.

“Why the fuck would you keep doing t-?!” growled Connor at the figure, before freezing in shock as the visage of the small kid started to glitch, in and out of focus. Like an old DVD player making interference. Arms going missing for a second before the legs and the head followed suit.

A silent scream muted in the child’s face, horror margin it was the last visage they managed to catch before the small child disappeared again. Shit.

TBC-

"Is it still following us?" whispered Wally over to Artemis as they amble deeper into the dark and ominous facility.

"Yeah, it's still behind us trying to be sneaky" snorted playfully Artemis as she glanced behind her to see the small mirage of a kid following them, said kid was actually just floating slightly off the floor and walls, peering at them with curiosity and caution. But to Artemis, she knew that usually spirits weren't as scared towards people like it was; she had met Secret before and hadn’t been scared at all towards them, but she feels this one is different... he’s way different from Secret...

'Do you think he's a stuck spirit like Secret?' she pondered into the telepathy link to the rest to the team; Zatanna who was near the front nodded, not looking back at them 'he does feels different from Secret tho, but he feels more like an astral projection to me'

'What does that word mean, the astral projection thing?' Megan inquired curiously at the same time she looked over Robin who was near front, checking some blueprints into his hologram wristband not looking where he was walking but still leading the group without tripping on anything, 'Isn't it the same for all ghosts?'  

Zatanna shook her head as she walks closer to the martian 'not all ghosts are form the same way; some are form after resentments, some form after experiencing strong emotions' she lectures them as she automatically lights up a spell to brighten the hallway a bit better ‘astral are humans with the ability to move his soul out of his body at will’

‘That means there’s still an unknown child’s body lying around here?’ Kaldur said bitterly as he lighted his marks unknowingly, infuriated at the prospect of an innocent still trapped in here ‘Megan can you pinpoint his location or maybe connect to his body indirectly?’  

‘I can give a try-’ A sudden screeching sound cut out the mind link abruptly, making the team stagger in place, Connor grunted annoyed as he grabbed his head in pain  ‘who caused this interference just now?!’ 

"not that way" whispered the small sprite, who was now in the front of the group, his voice sounded as if was glitched “follow” fading sigly in front of them, the team looked at each other before nodding and following the astral as it reappeared a couple of meters down one of the hallways down a flight of stairs “down there”

“Is your body still down there?” Kaldur said softly to the mirage, the child nodded “Robin what do you read, is something down there?” 

“there are some empty rooms already the league checked-” “is down there” interrupted the child “hidden… find the room”

-TBC-

The first meeting that was supposed to be drafted ended up being chaotic once everyone went to the watchtower. Some JL members as well some of the Dark that weren’t supposed to be around in base were quickly debriefed in the mission and found the current sight a bit amusing as they saw the small child spirit in one of the main leagues arms deep asleep and purring like a cat calmly.

Flash did indeed found it a bit cute at first but now it was just hilarious that Wonder Woman; who was known to be a fierce Amazonian, the one who hated male human contact would end up being demoted as a motherly figure by the small spectre and ‘wow’ wasn’t that a kicker, that ghost and spirits are real in the end? 

Now, don’t get him wrong but Barry is a scientist by hearth and a firm non believer in anything that relates to the supernatural; aliens and mutants? sure those are scientifically proved but death people, core magic and ghost? Nuh uh… nop, that’s way too kahooted for him and a very nonsensical non scientific stuff to be mixing himself with.

So, he knows he’s starting to look a bit crazed as he stared a tad contemplative at the small baby ghost ‘tuttelagé’ he corrects himself in his head ‘he’s a dead protective spirit’ but he’s just soooo curios…..

“We now will start with the debrief with the members of Dark explaining some background first” announced Batman over the table, making Barry focus on the rest of the team surrounding him; Superman and Aquaman together with Hal and Martian MH were moving documents and folders that the Bat had made in just five minutes after the mission and ‘how the fuck did he do that! He’s the Flash and even him isn’t that efficient to pull out a document in that short amount of time!’

“First things first, the mission” intones Constantine taking a cig and lighting it of with his magic “we, the Justice League Dark received an S.O.S tip from someone who claimed that there were some unknown cult people making the homeless disappear from some of your cities” making some quick slides and pictures appear “we noticed a pattern with them tho, they only kidnapped people with shady or non-visible outline; so some cities like Star City and Metropolis only had one or two missing and the only large one was of course…. Gotham and Bluddhaven, so we decided to involve the according héroes of these cities”

Zatanna then interrupted to add “We also noticed that some of these place still reeked death, from an old ritual that we found some clues into it, we discovered some things”

“First, what they did and how they did it before disappearing was concerning” added Constantine, as he releases a spell to burn of the cig “ and the second thing we noticed was, when we finally came in contact with one of these places we discovered these….”

Zatanna moved aside as a massive green looming circle came into view “Swamp Thing together with Enchantress managed to find some more clues about the deity these cults were trying to summon and among the common ones like Hades, Kali  or Anubis we found out this one belonging to an ancient god of the death like Mictlantecuhtli or Ah Puch, but we managed to narrow it down to one member that belongs to a group called The Endless”

Constantine then interrupts again, this time taking a long break as Batman grunts “now before we start explaining who these gals are we have to get understand this a’right? The Endless are a family of beings who are very prickly to bond with, but they are Death, Delirium, Desire, Despair, Destiny, Destruction and Dream and each of them is as ancient as a god, so we don’t mention these guys in the open likewise”

Zatanna then added “with this, now we had a lead on who they were trying to bring forth but also the location of the ritual they were trying to do” 

“But, where does this tuttelagé fall all into this?” interrupted Green Arrow looking towards Wonder Woman with the child still sleeping  in her arms “by Zatanna words, he’s a protection spirit not a death one, where does this kid spirit fall into this mess”

“We think the cultist as they were trying to summon Death itself but because Death doesn’t like to answer her phone, instead forcefully brought out one of his most closer charges” tutted Constantine answering the man.

“Death has tons of offspring scattered all around the multiverse for her to care to count but with what Z’ says it’s true about the little tick then this means someone hurt her son and his charge in a way that almost makes him fade away”

“And this is bad becauseee?” slurred stupidly Flash, Constantine exhaled annoyed at the speedster “because it means that whatever these idiots did, it hurt an offspring of Death itself, and Death isn’t as forgiving as Dream or Destiny; so if she so wants, she could end this world and be done with us because one of her children; because news ta ya Flash, Death adores her children equally”

The faces of several members of the Justice League were ashen as it dawn in, a heavy sense of dread sets in as everyone looks at the baby resting in Dianna's arms still sleeps soundly.

Martian Manhunter always felt an strong and uncanny thelepatic connection to his allies and family. More-so their emotions; those that are unconsciously too loud to him, he blocks them to not hurt them involuntarily. So it wasn’t a surprise when he felt a subtle spark of content and joy coming from the small child-like spirit resting in her colleague arms.

“The small tuttelage is waking up” John monotonesly says as he floats closer to Dianna, who instead changes her embrace and slowly cradles the white strands of hair out of his face. 

The rest of the members surround the amazonian in a small murmur, the small spirit slowly blinks awake, his green luminous eyes slowly scan and roam around the group, as to ponder who are they. But seeing to many people surrounding him makes him panic; whimpering in reaction, a soft thing, barely even a noise. His left hand grips harder onto her, but his right hand claws at his own abdomen, as if to cut himself off. As if to it hurt. As if he knows what would happen if he moved. As if he knew something wasn’t allowed to be.

“Don’t”  Dianna gently pries his hand away, achingly, painfully, finger by finger and starts caressing his hair making him relax a bit. The small one whimpers, looking over to Dianna in worry, John understands these feelings. The fear and uncertainty is clear in his eyes, so he telepathically sends the small spirit a warm welcome and tells him that he’s safe and no longer in danger. To not fear them. As they will protect him.

“Martian!” exclaims the spirit in wonder awe, as he looks for him, the small child shines when he founds him, his face glows in a mix of freckles that shine a luminescent glow.

“Martian!” It exclaimed again, in broken up english. The small child tried to sit up but ends up slipping down, huffing tiredly in the arms of the amazonian “tired” it murmured. A small pout, John pities the small sprit. Putting his hand in a friendly manner that has the kid meeting with his own softly speaks.

“Friend?” 

“Yes, friend” John clarifies.

Dianna smiles at his friend, adjusting herself, letting Danny lay his head on her chest, gaining his attention back.

“All of us are friends, you are to be safe here with us” says the Amazonian, rubbing a hand up and down his back as she watches him over. 

John already starts talking to the small sprite as if they were long time friends. Superman and the Flash coming closer as to talk to the small sprite as well. She begins to sing a lullaby, a lilting of Themyscira old stories and myth, just for him. As to welcome him.

‘She’s safe and nice’  Danny wonders ‘she’s mom, she’s safe and protection, am I loved? Loved and cared?’ 

The small child hums at the rhythm. His core barely purring at it. A soft hum. A welcoming. A warm embrace, Home. 

‘I’m at home, safe and loved and ProtectedPROTECTEDsafe!Home…’ 

-TBC-