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unadulteratedsoulsweets · 1 year

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A DC X DP IDEA #4 You’re worth is more than a penny.

Imagine dis…

We all read and saw fanfictions about either Jason, Constantine, Bruce, or even Jazz raising Danny when he became younger due to Clockwork’s interference, but what if we reverse the roles?

Alfred Pennyworth was raised by Phantom.

It was early 1900 in England where it is common for children were being sold like cattle for a penny. Among the rows of yelling parents who are willing to sell a few of their children for a few pounds to help themselves or the younger ones at home, one parent was loudly exclaiming that his child is merely worth more than a penny. A nameless child with skin and bones as a body, at the tender age of 6 years old he already knew the horrors of child slavery. Some were never seen again like the ones he saw outside playing tag and others return to their parents in a body bag. He also knew that no one would want a skinny child like him so he waited for the inevitable beating at this man’s house, He refuse to call that man his father nor that dingy four-by-four wall home.

Suddenly a distinguished gentleman walked past him and he was just in awe at what he had sawed. A young man that seemed like in his early 20s has a face of youth yet has an air of maturity around them. Wearing the cleanest pair of white waistcoats and black trousers, shaggy black hair, and striking blue eyes.

It was obvious that he was an errand boy looking around for new workers, his mind supplied.

The man looked at him with raised eyebrows and couldn’t help but think that this person may buy him out of this man’s clutches and put him to work that may or may not end his life.

The older man who saw the interested look of the errand boy tried to advertise him as his worth is merely a penny.

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Danny was merely taking a break from his kingly duties after months, years, and centuries have passed since his adventures as Danny Phantom. Visiting a newly made dimension in the eyes of the king of Infinite Realms, he made his way through the early 1900s for some sight-seeing, with the insurance from his advisers, court, family members, and consorts (Tucker & Sam) he went and enjoyed the view and contemplating that why does Clockwork give him his farewell in a form of a cryptic message such as a father of a bat needs saving from his unexpected fate, as well this universe felt like something interesting is bound to happen.

Being the High King of the Infinite Realms the realms itself chose him as their champion and king through countless rights of ascensions throughout the years.

Seeing that child slavery is still a thing at this point in time made him want to turn around and go to another realm less depressing than this time and come back later when they abolished slavery.

Though he caught an eye on this thin scrawny little boy who is nothing but skin and bones that the tiniest gust of wind will push him on the brick pavement, the boy’s parents however saw him taking interest and tried to get rid of the boy seeing that he was nothing but an extra mouth to feed due to his “responsibility” as a parent and tried to sell him for a penny.

Danny weighed the pros and cons in this situation, raising a mortal child may be both rewarding and satisfactory but the fact that he cannot break the ancient rules to make him immortal that was placed by the Realms themselves to uphold the balance between the living and the ancient realm, but he can bend it to an extent, so that if he can extend longevity in his lifespan to at least reach a century or so.

Added to the fact that Clockwork gave a message to protect him.

Bought the boy for a penny and carried the child towards the disguised horse carriage.

Now, how to explain to his family that he acquired a mortal child?

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The nameless boy widened his eyes in surprise as the “errand” boy actually bought and carried him gently towards a clean carriage that looked like is owned by a king.

After making him sit beside his employer, his employer began asking him questions.

Such as his age, and name. likes, dislikes, and many other confusing questions.

At the mention of not having a name his employer began to frown, looks like he has made his new employer furious and he hasn’t even begun to earn his keep.

After a tense silence, his employer declared that HIS new name would be Alfred Pennyworth, as the word Alfred means counsel as he stated that he can see his future and that he would counsel different men who wish his advice, and Pennyworth, as his father is a fool for selling him for a penny as he is worth more than that.

At the time the nameless no…, At the time Alfred didn’t know what is the warm feeling on his chest that made him long for this man’s approval. He may be naïve or far too trusting for putting his trust in a man he met for a few minutes but at the time his only thought was he had his own name that he owns.

When the carriage stopped his employer carried him out of the carriage, and what greeted him is something he would never forget.

An endless green sky stretches along the horizon, A large black castle that reaches the sky that has growing vines all over its walls, at the front an entire estate dedicated to different and extinct plant life to flourish, and rows and rows of servants lined up and dressed in the fanciest clothing for maids and for all genders bowing ever slightly greeting and welcoming back their master in unison.

He looked behind him and around him for the master of the house but when he couldn’t see one, he turned his attention to the one who bought him as he is quite sacred for upsetting for not greeting the master in his own house.

But as he turn to the man for a plea for help he caught the small smile that his employer gave him and nodded towards the directions of the servants.

That was the time he learned that the man who bought him and gave him a name is his supposed master.

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The next few days were confusing to the young Alfred Pennyworth, as he expected to be working on the animal shed or any menial tasks yet he was treated like a prince.

Free to learn what he desired, learning skills that he would never think of learning, free to eat anything his heart and stomach desired, free to have a soft bed to sleep on as well as having toys to ensure that he was not bored, given a wide variety of possible hobbies to take his mind off things. Gained and learned philosophies around the realms as well as had great teachers in teaching him essential things in morals, science, and more. Most importantly gained a family that he never thought he would even have.

He learned how to walk silently as a ghost, be swift in terms of movements waster no action, be present like a shadow, and use any weapon at hand, one’s body is a weapon itself. Discipline thy self in any temptation known to man, to integrate oneself to be unknown, eyes and emotions betray your mind be mindful of your facial and body movement as a single doubt will get someone you love to perish, but most importantly learned his new family’s motto.

Family is family.

Simple yet a powerful motto. No matter how cruel the man who brought and gave him a new life and purpose, the man who he saw as father, maybe in making decisions to ensure that the Infinite Realms stay balanced throughout the entire realms. How ruthless are his aunts and uncle to make sure that everything in between stays in the center of the balance as too much of the brings chaos

When Alfred was merely a teen he was given a blessing by his father, to be able to live a long life while maintaining his morality. One day he may die which is true, but it will be a long time before the reaper takes him to his next adventure.

Spending time with each member of the Nightingale family are memories that will be kept deep inside his heart. His mother Sam, taught him the wonders and secrets of flora, his other father Tucker, taught him how technology is used both in hope and destruction, His uncle Dan taught him about being an impenetrable wall in both mind and body, His older aunt Jazz taught him how to read his opponents in combat as well learning the beauty of human brain, His aunt Ellie who taught and showed him the wonders of the world in terms of the scenery, delicacy and culture, His grandfather Clockwork, taught him to be a cryptic as well moving on and forward as bad things are as natural as breathing and to move on is to let the time run its course.

Last but not least his father Danny, the High King of the Infinite Realms the man who he owes his entire being and life. The man whom he respects and wishes to turn out like him, the man who is proud to call his father. Taught him a multitude of things that one would not expect from a king, Be a Gentleman. A firm handshake combined with looking the other person in the eye carries with it respect, dignity, and strength, Honor Your Father and Mother, Respect Women, Be a Man of Integrity, Take Responsibility, and Work Hard, among the advice he gave and taught to him that they put into his life through action and words.

When WW2 came to his dimension he asked his father to be able to go back as it is still integrated into his blood to fight for the country that he was born into. As well as making a name for himself, to prove to the world his worth is more than a penny, to prove that all of their learning is not to be put to waste.

With the approval of his family, he set out to make his name.

S.A.S. Armed Services, fighting in 15 different operations between ages 18 and 20. A skilled medical and front liner soldier who was decorated. He later joined MI5, as well the secret forces of the Queen and later being knighted by her majesty

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In this present time, we all know the current Alfred Pennyworth, the kickass ninja butler who is a mystery to the Batfam and has a lot of skillsets that are both surprising and expected to the Batfam. The butler who dared to out Batman the Batman. The butler is willing and dared to ground Batman for not taking care of himself. The butler carries a shotgun out of defense and we are pretty sure he is hiding a hidden bazooka somewhere in the manor. The butler who cooked delicious food and the one who raised Bruce Wayne

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Working for the Wayne is not set to be permanent but the moment his ward Bruce Wayne becomes a hero just like his father and brings in his own version of a makeshift family he cannot help but stay for the sake of his ward that he saw as a son.

His family was there every step of the way.

Looking at the long dinner table that is filled with food with his ward/ son and his children he can't help but look fondly at the scene in front of him.

This is why he would not eat with the rest of the Batfam, the ambitious dinner or just being complete brings him back just when he was just a little boy looking at his father for guidance.

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The Bat family are known to be good sometimes great detectives as they were taught by the greatest detective in the world, despite their wit and intelligence they still could not figure out their grandfather/ butler.

Having no presence before WW2 is common, as many orphans joined the war to bring acknowledgment to their names and presences. So when a glowing green letter made its way towards the kitchen counter, just as Alfred took a moment to look when he immediately snatched the said letter and ripped it open to see the contents.

Now mind you this was a never occurrence as Alfred Pennyworth is the epitome of calmness and neutrality so when he tore a letter like a kid who was given his first Christmas present all noise seemed to stop to look at the wide-eyed butler.

Alfred kept reading the said letter with wide eyes ignoring the shocked look of the people around him. Immediately telling Bruce that he will be going on an immediate 2-week vacation without even concealing his own joy in his voice and quickly turned around to pack a suitcase worth.

The entire Wayne’s both adopted and not are now invested what could the letter possibly contain that Alfred Pennyworth himself becomes a kid just by reading it?

Tailing the said butler was hard, following his quick steps which indicate impatience from the patient butler as well as a small smile that indicates fondness immediately became their new case.

Stopping at a large mansion surrounded by plant life that has a gothic aesthetic to it. As Alfred entered the gate he was tackled by a small black-haired blue-eyed child immediately followed by three teens and one large buff young adult.

All of them are hugging and exclaiming joy as Alfred reciprocated each hug with enthusiasm for his age.

Who are they and how does Alfred know all of these people?

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PS: If someone out there wanting to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so don’t forget to tag me though.

#dc #dc x dp #dc x dp prompt #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #danny phantom #ghost king danny #infinite realms #dp

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youryurigoddess · 4 months

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“The farthing… has vanished”

Remember that line from the Nazi Zombie Flesheaters minisode? Sick and twisted. And we need to talk about the reason why, even though the magic trick in question is nowhere near as spectacular as the Bullet Catch. Let’s start with a quick recap:

The farthing was a British coin worth one quarter of a penny, discontinued in 1961 due to its plummeting worth. The reverse featured the image of a wren, one of Britain’s smallest songbirds with plumage in rather drab shades of beige and brown. Reminding you of someone?

A popular design of a sixpence, the bigger coin in this set, minted in the 1920s and 30s depicted oak branches with acorns. Which means that seen from close quarters, so basically Crowley’s perspective, Aziraphale’s vanishing coin trick leaves empty branches with no bird in sight.

As if that image wasn’t traumatizing enough for almost everyone in the Good Omens fandom post S02E06, the etymology of wren’s name in most European languages refers to royalty in some way. Like a literal king or otherwise supreme bird. That’s why killing a wren or harassing its nest is traditionally associated with bad luck. In certain parts of France it’s still believed that the robbing of a wren’s nest will render the culprit liable to be struck by lightning.

In Irish the wren is called a trickster, which connects to the ancient (as in: mentioned by Aristotle, Aesop, and Pliny) fable on how wren became crowned in the first place — by proving that intellect beats strength:

On one occasion a general assembly of birds resolved to chose for their king that bird which could mount highest into the air. This the eagle apparently did, and all were ready to accept his rule when a loud burst of song was heard, and perched upon the eagle’s back was seen an exultant wren that, a stowaway under its wing, had been carried aloft by the kingly candidate. The trickiness angered the eagle so much, says one tradition, that he struck the wren with his wing, which, since then, has been able to fly no higher than a hawthorn-bush. (Ernest Ingersoll)

In art and folklore this little bird symbolizes rebirth, immortality, protection, and the promise of spring. As a luckbringer it was supposedly present at the stable in Bethlehem when Christ was born; and and Irish proverb runs: “The robin and the wren are God’s two holy men.”

But there’s also a catch. According to legends, it was the flapping of the wings or the song of the wren that betrayed the first Christian martyr, Saint Stephen, while hiding from the mob, and led to his stoning by the Sanhedrin — the highest tribunal consisting of the Head Priest and the Jewish elders.

That’s why December 26, his remembrance day, is celebrated in the UK and Ireland as Wren Day. Its highlight was a traditional bird hunt, where the wren as king of the birds was hunted and subsequently paraded through the town and rural areas on top of a pole or holly branch, decorated with ribbons and colored paper, as a substitute of the ancient human sacrifice of the Year King for winter solstice. The wren boys still travel from door to door singing, dancing, and playing music, demanding money to “bury the wren”, but fortunately no more animals are harmed in the process.

With Aziraphale being chosen as the new Supreme Archangel and literally disappearing from the face of the earth in the season finale, his becoming a scapegoat or a sacrifice to a greater, communal goal might be a real possibility when something goes wrong with the Second Coming. The good news is that this level of danger should be enough to get the Ineffable Husbands back on speaking terms.

#Yuri is doing her thing #Good Omens #Good Omens meta #Good Omens 2 #GO2 #GO2 meta #Aziraphale #Supreme Archangel Aziraphale #ineffable husbands #1941 minisode #1941 flashback #Fell the Marvellous #magic trick #the farthing has vanished #no nightingales

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thekitsunesiren · 1 year

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mind if I give a dp×dc prompt?

Constantine means to summon the ghost king but instead summons the ghost prince who is currently has a fork hanging out of his mouth.

Damian just wanted to eat lunch with his adoptive father king phantom, in peace.

I just want to put that I love this prompt, and will enjoy writing this so much!

Now, onto the big question: How did Damian become the Ghost Prince of the Infinite Realms in the first place?

And of course, the answer is obviously because of Ra's al Ghul. I could think of it as two ways.

One would be Ra's summoned the Ghost King and offered his son in exchange for immortality. Danny not only denies him, but still takes Damian with him because he's obviously better off anywhere but there.

The other way would be Damian would be forced to watch the summoning as Ra's possibly wanted to show him his ascent into being immortal. Though, when summoning Danny, he just looked around, saw Damian, grabbed him, and disappeared back through the summoning circle while flipping off Ra's al Ghul.

Now, what's the Ghost King supposed to do with the human kid he just kidnapped without a second thought?

Sure, the kids previous living conditions probably wasn't the best. I mean, how would it when the man had an entire pit of rotten ectoplasm? But Danny was pretty much still a kid himself. And he had his kingly duties on top of that. But that doesn't mean he was just going to dump the kid somewhere else and hope for the best.

So what does Danny do? He goes to his sister.

Jazz is conflicted about the whole ordeal. On one hand, it was good for Danny to rescue the child from the possible dangerous situation. On the other, they had a whole child that they didn't know what to do with.

Damian was confused about the entire situation. He was there with his grandfather (whether by force or his own accord depending how he got there) to watch him summon the King of the Dead in order to establish himself as one of the higher beings in this world to rule it. Instead, the King, who turned out to be no more older than him, denied his grandfather upright before grabbing him and vanishing back into the same portal he was summoned from.

Now, he was sitting between the Ghost King and an older teen. Sister, maybe? Either way, he was unsure as to what to do now. He had no idea how far he was away from the hideout of the League. And if the King was as powerful as legends told, he doubted he would make it far if he were to run anywhere before he was caught.

So, Damian believed that the best thing to do in this situation was to try and get onto the Ghost King's good side until he could find what would be the next step. So his next words shocked both him and the woman he was talking with.

"I want to stay with you, Great King of the Dead."

So! Damian decided that staying with the Ghost King, or Phantom, as he preferred to be called at most, would be best. Of course, his request threw the king off guard along with the girl. But it was all he had up his sleeve and he was going to use it.

And now that that was settled, a lot of things followed suite:

Danny, with the gain of a new charge, called in Sam and Tucker for a full on meeting on what to do with the kid along with Jazz.

Of course with Danny officially kidnapping him, he was under Danny's care. The Ghost King's care. That was basically signing some sort of second death wish.

With all of his friends and family being alive, they decide the best place for him to leave was in his castle in the Ghost Zone. There was plenty of room there! And he was sure that it would be safe. Maybe. Hopefully. You know what? He'll probably have to do a quick check before he officially brought to the castle.

That being said, he would also have to warn those who stayed in the castle the arrival of his....guest? Kidnappee? Ward? A kid that he took from the environment that was not safe for him!

Surprisingly, the ghosts were excited about the development. So excited, in fact, that when he returned to the castle with Damian in turn, there was already talk about the Ghost King's heir was already going around of all the realms. That was fine though. If the word spread around fast enough, hopefully that that meant he would be easily protected against any possible attacks.

Danny introduces to some of those he can. A few members of his Rogue Gallery who he gotten closer to over the time, Ellie ("It's big sister Ellie, now! I can't believe you just kidnapped a kid like that!")

Others were introduced to him as well. Especially Frost Bite and Fright Knight. Both of which were interested in meeting his sudden charge. (But with the way he saw the kid eyeing Fright Knight's sword, it's best their unsupervised interactions were kept to a minimum.)

And seeing that he was a kid himself, it was going to be weird raising one that's probably not much younger than him. Clockwork sure did get a kick out of it though.

Here is a list of possible outcomes that come from Danny and his friends & family raising Damian:

He doesn't grow up to be as stiff and cold as before. With Danny and the others around (especially Jazz's "Aunt Jazz, Damian," Aunt Jazz's mandatory sessions about his life with the League of Assassin's) his formality is more royalty like instead of an assassin waiting to strike. Though, there is a bit still there.

Training. As being accepted as the ward and possible heir of the Ghost King, it meant that that Damian would have protection and would have to learn the ways of the Infinite Realms. Both its politics and ways of combat. That was fine, Damian was sure he could handle it. He was raised by the League of Assassins after all. But he was wrong...so wrong. His first training session showed how he fared as a human against a ghost. But he wasn't deterred and continued fighting. (It was alright in the end, because he got his own ghost sword. Of course, it didn't send the opponent into a realm of neverending nightmares, but it was still good. Danny was sure he heard Damian cackle madly when the sword was presented to him.)

Bonding time with Danny and his friends. He would most likely learn about Danny about how he became Phantom and King of the Infinite Realms, as well as a bit of his friends and family that was with him the entire time.

Even if he is Danny's ward, that doesn't mean that he keeps him in the Infinite Realms the entire time. He often took Damian out to various spots that he deemed alright for some bonding between the two to get to know each other a bit more personally.

He would even allow Damian some time alone in the human realm if he wanted it. Of course, he would only leave him for about an hour or two before picking him up again. During that time he would simply work on some kingly duties he couldn't do with Damian around.

Overtime, Damian would become more liminal than most due to all the exposure in the realms. Of course he wasn't a full on ghost, but the most he could do was float, fly and even turn invisible. But even that would take a lot out of him for too long.

After a while, Damian would be referred as "Little Prince" or "Prince of the Infinite Realms".

All. The. Animals. With all of the ecto-based animals along with the blob ghosts, he would be in absolute heaven.

Now, I want to bring something else up to this prompt: How would Bruce react?

Depending on how Danny kidnapped adopted Damian, there are two ways that Bruce could find out.

Bruce gains word from Talia after a League of Assassins member finds her and tells her of the passing of Ra's al Ghul and the kidnapping of his grandson. Both of which happened by the hands of the Ghost King.

Words gets out that Ra's failed to get the Ghost King under his control to grant his wish of immortality and that the Ghost King took his grandson as well.

Either way would be how Bruce managed to have a biological son that he was unaware of. Which could also lead to him digging into anything he could find about the King of the Infinite Realms, even seeking JL Dark for any information. Of course, their information isn't up to date and he think that Damian has been kidnapped by the cruel Ghost King Pariah Dark instead of Danny Phantom: The King who can't say no to a kid with a sword bigger than his own body.

So yes. This whole ordeal would just be chaos from beginning to end.

#ghost king danny #dp #dpxdc #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc crossover #danny phantom crossover #dp x dc #dc x dp #dp crossover #dcxdp #Kitsune Kounters

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masterkeynobi · 7 months

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god going thru the tortall big 3 (sotl/immortals/pots) again is actually so interesting bc the protags have such diff rships to, like. their liege and the capital r Realm and duty and such it's Very fun + jon himself is [presented as] such a different person in each series bc of both what his age and responsibilities are (how they differ) & simply who he is to each. like, alanna is his best friend & ex & fucking. sword arm. right hand man. she's his champion and the kind of knight who, to paraphrase lord raoul in squire, finds dark places and brings them light and all that. like she's not a general or a bureaucrat or a commander the way raoul or gary + her rship to jon is so so Personal that she can afford to a) yell at him and b) fuck off away from corus when he makes decisions she doesnt like. she's allowed to yell at him because he's a close personal friend and he's the thing she's sworn to.

the interesting thing about daine is that she is loyal to Him (she's smitten with him upon meeting him, she and numair are the crown's pet mages and she does a great deal of spycraft for jon whenever it becomes necessary) but it's through a different. idk what the word would be. lens perhaps? like, she's not sworn the same oaths of loyalty to him that any and all knights/nobles must have + she Can defy him and he would be very hard pressed to stop her lol who the fuck can take thee Wildmage to task and win + she has an informal personal rship with him if a more businesslike one than alanna does. but the immortals books do emphasize that she bears him love and loyalty and by the time pots rolls around she and numair are living in corus.

kel on the other hand is sworn to jonathan in the way that all knights are sworn to the king and doesn't particularly like him. so true babygirl get his stupid ass!!! she is a knight and her duty is to king and country but unlike alanna. unlike alanna! she puts country first. she commits treason for her people and means every word of it she puts what she considers her duty and honor above what politically /is/ her duty and her honor. shes stubbornly un-charmed by all of jon's kingliness and has only the relationship to him of a knight to her liegelord. and he respects her but has and would continue to fuck her over if it meant the machine of corus kept running. its really good i fucking love these books man

#sree.txt #tortall #having a full reread + hyperfix moment it is terrible for me i havent thought abt tortall this much in; fully; years #alanna the lioness #jonathan iv of conté #keladry of mindelan #veralidaine sarrasri

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bluerosefox · 2 years

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Danyal, Danny, Phantom.

Part 1 (Where the idea came from, very bare bones)

Okay wow, wasn’t expecting so many people wanting a part 2 tbh, also thank you for the follows as well (although IDK why you’d want to follow me, I’m random and rarely post sometimes.)

So before I get into this part 2, I just wanna make a few things clear.

I’m still new to DC/Batman most I know if from the animated series and I haven't seen it in ages, I have been able to get bits and pieces here and there though.

ANYONE is welcomed to use these ideas/concepts, just let me know, send me it, allow me to read it please. If anyone wants to draw some the ideas too that’ll be amazing, just let me know! I wanna see!

Also, I might, keyword MIGHT, actually write this idea into a story too, idk yet maybe. its been years since I wrote an actual fic tbh so I’m a little rusty. (You can actually see I used more of my writing style on this one compared to the last one tbh)

Also the reason I split these idea/concept into parts is the fact I tend to ramble and I knew if I wrote it on part 1 it would had gotten so long so here’s a fresh page with the rest of the ideas...

So the reason why I had this idea is because I read some fics where Ra’s always knows about Danny being either the Ghost King or a Halfa, or can fight him cause he has knowledge, I wanted a story where even Ra’s can be surprised and realizes there will ALWAYS be a ‘bigger’ fish even for that old ‘immortal’ (especially if Danny is Ra’s “failure of a heir.”)

Sorry this took a while, I wrote Part 1 at the end of me being sick by Covid, had to catch up on a few RL things, and legit a few days later my AC unit upstairs broke during a CA heatwave and it was pure HECK being in my room.

Danny is a little out of character but this is how I feel he'll be like with a year of being the Ghost King could be, along with the fact he has help from his friends and ghost friends as well. He's learned how to rule and has grown.

Oh be prepared, this is what happens when I’m allowed to ramble on ideas. This... This got rambly. (You should had seen this and part 3 together, it was so rambly)

So, a few things to note about Danny before we begin.

His name was is Danyal al Ghul (Wayne) Daniel “Danny” Fenton.

He was also known as (Ghost Boy, Ghost Child, Ghost Punk, Halfa) Danny Phantom

He also had other names as well such as The Great One, or Savoir of the Ghost Zone

But... for the last year he has been known as...

Ruler of the Infinite Realm, His Royal Highness King Phantom. Or as he would rather be simply referred to as (when he’s forced to have/use a title)...

The Ghost King.

...King Phantom also worked.

Simple yes, but Danny preferred it. (Again only when he’s forced to use a title, which sadly since being crowned the new King is most of the time now and only those close to him still call him Danny or at the very least Daniel (coughClockworkcough).

SO.... Its had been a year since Danny had been crowned the new Ghost King, sure he was still a teen and it was honestly very hard in the beginning. Learning the ins and outs of the royal courts, setting up his inner court (aka those he trusted), dealing with entitled nobles, and how to handle the the weight of the crown he now wore but he knew he didn't have to face it by himself. Well not all of it, there was a few things he did on his own in order to prove he's a fair King, but Danny honestly loved it when he could get together with his inner circle (more like family) and discuss the recent news of the Infinite Realm (which Danny learned was the actual name of the Ghost Zone, he long since switched to using that name over the one his parents coined), problems needing to be addressed, and upcoming important festivals or days (Danny knew of the Holiday Truce but he didn't know of any other Ghost holidays/festivals until his ghost friends explained them to him) along with a number of his Kingly duties. This was just barely touching the surface of what Danny had to do nearly daily and again it took a while but he eventually was getting the hang of being a King.

Funny enough one of those duties turned out to be healing the oozing scars the old Ghost King left on the Mortal Realm during his reign... because those scars eventually became the Lazarus Pits and had they been causing harm in the Mortal Realm.

By the Ancients, the Lazarus Pits.

That was something Danny hadn't been expecting to hear so soon after regaining his memories from before living with the Fenton’s. And when Clockwork explained it to him, a small smirk on the always age changing beings face, that all the Pits would eventually dry up thus they would no longer be able to revive the dead once Danny started healing them...

Danny had laughed when he had been told this information.

He laughed until he had started to cry. He had even laughed so hard he changed back from his ghost form to his living one and then back again because he lost breath from his laughter. (It actually concerned his friends, Dani and Jazz when this happened tbh) It took a while but when Danny’s laughter finally trailed into hiccups, light coughs, and deep breaths, Clockwork merely floated over and asked with all-knowing smirk on his face “Quite done Daniel?”

You see the reason why this was funny to Danny was the fact that he was finally getting revenge on his ex-grandfather for... well for everything. And he was going to enjoy ruining Ra’s al Ghul treasured little Lazarus Pits with pure glee. The amount of pure joy he felt knowing this even surpassed his feelings for when he’s able to mess up Vlad’s evil plans for the month.

As mentioned before, Danny had no memories upon waking up in a hospital after nearly losing his life from wounds no child should ever have on their bodies. It wasn’t until the night after his crowning that as he dreamed of his past, it was in these dreams he had finally remembered everything. When he had woken up he had instantly went flying to Clockwork’s lair to speak with the time keeper, especially when he had remembered the last thing he had saw before waking up in the hospital.

[“Why?” that was all Danny would ask when seeing the ageless ghost, not bothering to say hello or even small talk like they normally would do, if he had been his living form he would had been breathing heavily from the speed he flown to get there.

“It hadn’t been your time, your Highness.” was the only reply before the ticking of clocks in the room filled the silence between them.]

He had been Danyal al Ghul, the second heir to the Demon Head Ra’s al Ghul, the League of Assassins leader and his grandfather, son of Talia al Ghul, and twin brother to first heir Damian al Ghul.

Talia, his mother, was a stoic woman. A true Assassin. Beautiful yet deadly. Someone Danyal could see now who would do anything to stay in power if he was to be honest with himself. But she did love him and Damian in her own way, only showing them this parental love when they were alone, away from servants and other assassin’s eyes. Some of his fondest memories of the woman had been her cupping his face and speaking softly of how much he looked like her “Beloved”, their father. His eyes, and hair (and his 'soft' heart) were the only things he knew about his father, the only thing he has been allowed to know.

Damian, his twin brother, both of them mostly sharing the same face with small differences and build at the time, his other half, the one that he had came into this world together had, was, is the one Danyal would die for. And he did. His brother was the prefect heir, the prefect budding assassin in the eyes of the others in Nanda Parbat. Much like their mother he tended to try to hide his emotions behind an emotionless mask, he always carried himself stronger than Danyal would, despite them both being five years old they had been born into this life and learned very quickly how to survive that place. But behind closed doors the two would often talk in whispers, of the what ifs of their lives, how their day was, etc etc. Danyal’s fondest memories of his brother was them sneaking out to watch the stars late at night and making a promise to always face any problem together as they held hands and lightly tapped each with their fingers.

His grandfather, Ra’s however was a ruthless and cold man. An ‘immortal’ due to the Lazarus Pits that always brought him back to life, and he had always hated Danyal. No matter what Danyal would do it was always a failure to his grandfather, it didn’t matter if he tried his hardest to be a ‘perfect’ little assassin like his brother, everything he did in the older man’s eyes was a mistake. Any mistakes Danyal did was often met with punishment and pain. He had no fond memories of the man, only a deep seeded mutual dislike if anything.

And it was with this hatred for Danyal, that had caused Ra’s to summon both his grandchildren one night to the combat room and demanded for them both to fight for heir ship. A fight that would end in one of them dying, something all of them in room knew it would lead to. A fight two five years did not want to do but had no choice. Not even Talia’s disbelieving single protest to the fight could not stop Ra’s command.

As the Demon Head, his word was law.

In the end, Danyal couldn’t wouldn’t harm his brother (his grandfather always hated how ‘soft’ his heart was, "to much like his father" was often said with a tsk). They were both only five years old, they were brought into the world together, they told secrets behind closed doors and whispered dreams under the endless sea of stars they would sneak out to see, they would lightly tap messages with their fingers when the other would have bad days and didn’t wish to speak about it but wanted some sort of comfort.

He wouldn’t do it. He wouldn’t harm his brother but Damian... Danyal knew Damian would follow the order to fight despite not wanting to as well, Damian always followed orders with little to no fuss unlike Danyal who always second guessed with whys and questions, Danyal also knew Damian would believe he would fight back in defense at least...

But he didn’t.

Some of the few things he remembered was Damian’s eyes widen in horror, his mother’s uncaring mask and body twitch for a moment, and his grandfather ‘tsking’ at him before he fell onto the cold stone floor. After that his memory became hard to remember, foggy but he knew of this.The pain he felt hurt and he tried so hard to stay alive for a few moments more, he could barely hear anything over his own harsh and deep breathing, his body felt heavy and his hands felt wet from the blood seeping out around him. Danyal could barely hear his grandfather’s voice, and could barely make out Ra’s leaving while his mother guided Damian out of the room, she did not look back and Damian moved like a puppet on a string being pulled away. Danyal barely registered hands lifting him up and carrying him out of the room, his vision slowly fading as he was carried in the dimly lit halls of his ‘home’. His memory became very spotty after that, barely noticing he had been left outside the compound to die and as he took in a harsh breath in an attempt to get air, he could hear two words as clear as day.

“Time Out.” and the only sound following those two words was the ticking of clocks while the last thing he saw was the always changing form of a ageless being.

After that Danyal would be found outside of a random hospital in America, far from his place of birth, far from his mother and brother, barely hanging as doctors rushed to save this five year olds life. He would awake weeks later, with no memories of his own to speak of, and then one night a strange star plush/pillow would be gifted to him with the name Daniel on it. He would be bounced around foster home to foster home after he was cleared to leave the hospital and the cops had no leads on who or where he came from.

Daniel would eventually meet Jazz at the park and later her parents and worm his way into their hearts, he would later be adopted by them and live a somewhat normal life (as one can be with ghost hunting parents but at least he got Jazz as an older sister, even with Jack and Maddie’s rather unhealthy... obsession with ghosts he knew they loved him)

Ra’s failed second heir was no more, his name and life no longer mentioned in Nanda Parbat, Danyal al Ghul (Wayne) was by all intents and purpose dead to the man and to the League.

Now Daniel “Danny” Fenton lived in his place...

Up until that fateful day when he was fourteen, after that he was only half alive and once again became someone kind of new. A halfa this time. Danny Phantom.

And who would had guessed (not Ra’s that's for sure), he later would become The Ghost King, the Ruler of the Infinite Realm.

So imagine Danny’s surprise when as he had left his house for school one morning, he may be a King but hey he still needed his education according to Jazz (and Clockwork), when he had been ambushed and attacked by some assassins from the League and knocked out... (Shush his own assassin training was rusty and he hadn’t had time to practice them too much, his last major battle had been that all out brawl a week before his coronation with him vs his enemies, fun times. He also rarely got kidnapped since his crowning, half awake due to his Kingly duties and studying for Mr. Lancer’s 70% final grade test (Fun fact I had an actual teacher who did this) that Friday and honestly Danny wasn’t expecting assassins from the League to show up since the whole being pretty much declared dead to them thing)

Only to later slowly wake up on the familiar rough stone ground in Nanda Parbat (the smell, the sounds, the stonework. He often saw them in his dreams and memories but knew it was real this time) his hands bound and his body aching from laying motionless on the hard ground for a while. He put on a confused look on his face as he slowly rose and groaned in pain as he subtly took a moment to look around.

Thank the Ancients Danny still knew how to fake an injury, and play dumb/confused from his time tricking some of the his more annoying ex-enemies? (Skulker, Walker, etc.) even though it had been a year since he last had to do so with them (besides Vlad, he’s still his enemy no matter what and still seemed really salty Danny was a King now and was treated like an outcast by most ghosts, none wanting to be the opposite side of their King so hey perks). It had been a good way to make them drop their guards if they thought Danny was still at his ‘weakest’ when they caught him by surprise. It still pretty funny when Vlad tries though, this act always catches that fruitloop off-guard no matter how many times.

It was a Lazarus Pit room judging by the smell/feel of it at first and later confirmed when he noticed the green toxic ooze nearby. Ugh just being on this side of the Realm and sensing that stuff was disgusting, it wasn’t as bad in the Infinite Realm due to the fresh and clean ectoplasm around it masking most of the bad smell but boy did it reek on this side.

Danny blinked a few times to sell his acting, whispering a confused “Where am I?” under his breath, and looked around before his eyes landed on someone in front of him and flinched back a bit, no acting needed this time.

Ra’s was in the room sitting on a throne chair staring at him with that ever burning hateful glare yet Danny could see another emotion, an emotion he was very used to Vlad having on his fruitloop face. His ex-grandfather had a plan and it was gonna be painful or annoying for Danny to deal with, he knew it...

And...AND was that knocked out Batman and Robin also tied up in chains and guarded by few assassins in the room as well?! WHY IS THAT A THING?!

-x-x-

Heyyyyy so... umm I decided to split it into another part cause it was getting mega long again when all together and I was like roughly halfway done with it and just... I wanted to write out so much, also Tumblr almost made me loose the WIP of this many many times so I’m being careful. Good news almost done with it (and it won’t take as long as this part did promise)

This is basically Danny’s side of things of being King, his inner thoughts, his past relationships with the al Ghul’s, and snippets how he had grown into his King self tbh. Probably didn't need to do this but as an old school writer I wanted to make a base so to speak. The best and fun part is up next. and to prove it, here’s the title and a sneak peek for it.

Summoning a King (Or alternatively: It was at this moment, Ra’s knew he F’d up.)

Yeah as said before it took ALL of Danny’s training not laugh in hysterics. Oh the irony. Sacrificing the Ghost King... to summon the Ghost King.... Danny honestly wanted to say something, the words on his lips being a sarcastic “You sure that's gonna work out for you, you moldy old fruitloop?” but Danny bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from doing so.

TAGLIST:

Also I’m starting a tag list so if anyone wants on it for the next part please let me know asap so I can add you.

[EDIT: Taglist now closed until next update! Sorry!]

@sxnkisses @thenerdycupcake @sealover89 @remydumb @moonscat @fuck-you-too-world @hecate-hollow @ae-vixrose

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Hob and Morpheus would be so amused with human soulmate that’s in their 20s and newly turned immortal lol like, Y/n would be making so many jokes and speak in a modern way that they don’t always understand because they’re like, ancient lmao

Just the way their soulmate would talk, they’d sometimes be like, “???” Morpheus would be especially confused lmao

Oh my god yesssssssss 😂😂😂😂😂

Hob who has been trying to hard to keep up with trends and new slang will still fall behind but will quickly pick up and maybe even surpass you (much to Morpheus’s dismay)

You saying ‘let’s go gamers’ when going on a shopping trip or doing mundane tasks

You pointing at a roadkill going ‘me’

Calling them your babygirls

Morpheus acts kingly and somewhat menacing and you call him a girl boss an add ‘yes queen go off’ (Hob is definitely more malewife)

Pulling the whole ‘would you love me as a worm’ (Morpheus is confused at first but goes on this whole speech of love while Hob knows this joke thanks to his students and says ‘I’ll feed you to Matthew’ and Matthew is appalled)

You just purposely saying crazy slang and jokes just to see the confused stares because let’s be honest their confused faces are so cute and adorable

#just a few ideas off the top of my head #the sandman #morpheus #dream of the endless #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless x reader #robert gadling #hob x reader #dream x reader x hob #x reader #ask #kpopgirlbtssvt #if I think of more I’ll add some 😂

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https://www.tumblr.com/olderthannetfic/748336466527207424/httpswwwtumblrcomfoolish-edworm7479185145165?source=share

These people are so exhausting.

First of all, don't come into my pockets to count how much change I have to then school me on what I should do with what I have. It's none of your businesses who I give my money to, nor how much, nor for what reason. I could spend it all on haunted porcelain dolls on eBay, and it would still be none of your businesses.

Second, this is Tumblr, and I'm not gonna blindly donate to someone because otherwise the OP who scoured their GFM by putting *insert hot topic discussion of the week* in the searchbar will accuse me of racism. With Ao3, I have full transparency of where the money is going (even if these dimwits refuse to read more than five lines in a row and therefore are shocked anytime people go to them and say "Here's a link of how they handle the money"), with GFMs and requests of monetary donations from randos, I'm gonna be more cautious. Remember uncle-father? Remember 6penceee? Remember HIVliving? Remember Rose Christo, the woman who pretended to be the original author of My Immortal because she really wanted to sell us all her (fake) memoir and was then outed by her brother on KiwiFarms? Yeah. Thought so.

Third, no, I'm not gonna blindly follow the advice of people who have their blogs completely under lock and key. I get not allowing anons, people can be shitty, but I don't trust people if they're not willing to be fully transparent (meaning: having their archives accessible and blog searchbars available). Normally, I wouldn't even notice it, wouldn't even look for it, but if you're out there preaching about how we're all bad people if we don't do this or we don't do that, if we dare have hobbies you don't like, if we dare use Ao3 because "it's for pedophiles and therefore you're one too," then I expect full and complete transparency on your part.

You don't get to seat yourself atop the highest throne, demand I take money from my wages and spend it at your command, and still hide away shit about your person because you're scared to be called out on it. You don't get to be the morality police when you're shitting your pants at the thought of people digging through what you posted last month (and it's always, always some bad-wrong fic that was posted on Ao3.)

Oh, and also, as a fourth: I've been in fandom for close to two decades. I've been in big fandoms, small fandoms, fandoms that resisted discourse and the test of time, and fandoms that crumbled underneath them immediately, and I've been using Ao3 religiously since the early 2010s. Never in my fandom life I've encountered the amount of extreme porn depicting (extremely young) minors they keep saying there is. Is there some? Sure, especially in bigger fandoms. Is there enough that it's impossible to avoid? No. I've been in fandoms where there was some, sure, but at no point that was the majority of what's uploaded to it. If they see so much of it, then it's because they go looking for it.

I won't be called Boo Boo the Fool by people who strut around pretending their jester hats are kingly crowns.

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It's always intriguing to see content(TM) about Aragorn that's functionally about how extremely Mannish he is (not as in masculine, but as in ultra-human), how he's the ultimate peak mortal Man (at least of his time) rather than Elvish or whatnot.

On the one hand, there's part of me that's always thinking about how Aragorn is a towering, preternaturally strong-willed and long-enduring, beardless (look, I'm me!) Númenórean king with healing powers who was brought up in the home of his half-elven remote uncle who chose immortality thousands of years earlier. Aragorn's Númenórean kingliness is distinct from any other mortal kingships and there are numerous points where his mystical Elvishness and Númenóreanness make him incalculable and remote to normal people. He is the most Elvish mortal man alive.

The easy response is "oh, they must be talking about movie Aragorn." And ... yeah, probably, in some part. But it's pretty noticeable that Aragorn is almost invariably depicted in ways that strongly identify him with Men and contrast him with Elves, not only in the films, and not only after the films.

This is not to deny the active choice to "humanize" Aragorn in the films nor to downplay their inexpressibly long shadow over popular conception of Tolkien, but I do think the emphasis on the humanness (and especially non-Elvishness) of Aragorn is a larger tendency that they participated (heavily) in rather than something simply manufactured by the films.

Aragorn is certainly fundamentally human, as all mortal Men are, but like ... his deal is being the supreme exemplar of the best of the Númenóreans (more than his comparatively recent ancestors were) and of the lingering Elvishness within his people and his house. He's not a representative of normative humanity at all IMO. Tolkien is at pains to continually remind us that Aragorn is special, the most special; other Númenórean men like Denethor and Faramir are elevated by association with Aragorn in addition to their own qualities (but can never be quite as elevated, of course). He's not the best human man of his time in Tolkien's treatment because he's the most archetypally Mannish. He is manifestly extraordinary and unusual.

On the other hand, he is also the most prominent and idealized human character in the book. Maybe that's part of the drive towards identifying him with a more normal humanness. But I don't know, really.

#personally: aragorn the most special princess in middle earth can be annoying #and the númenórean legacy is fraught at the best of times #but aragorn the embodiment of peak standard humanness despite his upbringing weirds me out much more #anghraine babbles #legendarium blogging #legendarium fanwank #pj critical #long post #aragorn

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The Dragon King relationship headcannons

A.N: Because come on, I know I'm not the only one who's got a crush on this dragon. Also this is my first time writing headcannons, so apologies if these are bad and kinda chaotic and if the dragon king in this is ooc. Also I tried to make the reader gender neutral.

No warnings I guess, just fluff mostly (although beware that these will be quite long, I have lots of thoughts about this guy)

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First of all, as could be seen in the movie, this guy loves nicknames. Mostly he uses the classic ones, like baby, honey, darling, etc. Only sometimes when he's in the mood he will call you something creative or sickeningly sweet that will either embarrass you or make you flustered.

PDA depends on his mood and the people that surround him at the moment. If it's just Benbo and Babo and/or his subjects then he has literally no shame. In fact, he loves showing you off to his people and usually isn't afraid to show everyone just how much he cherishes you. But with the Immortals or other important people, however, Dragon King avoids PDA. Don't worry, it's not that you embarrass him or something, it's just that the Immortals for example already don't treat him seriously and it would be even worse if he showed them just how much of a softie he really is towards you. He wants to appear tough and intimidating. So in front of them, the most he'll do is take your hand and kiss it or something like that.

Honestly I see Dragon King as a person who usually avoids physical contact with people he isn't close to. But with you, his S/O, things are of course totally different.

Also in private he's quite clingy.

When it comes to touch, he's down for everything. Hugs, kisses, cuddling, he'll do it all.

He's great for hugging and cuddling because his body is literally filled with water, so he's really soft and squishy.

Also for some reason he will get really flustered if you boop his nose.

If you ask nicely, he will let you braid his hair/beard (idk how to call it)

Loves it when you do his makeup and is thrilled when you let him do yours.

Judging by the whole situation with the Stick, I think it's safe to say Dragon King is quite possessive. However he doesn't want you to think he doesn't trust you (he does, it's the other people Dragon King doesn't trust), so he only acts on his jealousy if necessary (though he's always cautious when you talk to another guy and watching the situation from the corner of his eye). Thankfully that doesn't happen often, I mean who would have the audacity to flirt with the King's S/O? Honestly they would probably got eaten by him or killed in another way if they tried anything like that.

If it's someone he can't punish, he will just come over to you and start engaging in the conversation, making sure to call you nicknames that prove you are his, he will also put his hand on your arm or around your waist.

As we've seen in the movie, this guy is a bit insecure and sensitive about his skin condition. So if you assure him that you don't care about that and that he's gorgeous to you no matter what, Dragon King will literally melt. If he didn't have such a big ego then might've even start wondering what did he do to deserve you. But he won't show any of that of course. Dragon King will just smile and bat his eyelashes. "Oh honey, you flatter me!"

Personally I don't think he would limit to just one or two main love languages, but I see Dragon King as someone who would love to shower you with gifts. Either some pieces of jewelry or something bigger, more random or personal, doesn't even matter. He's a King, so of course he can afford to give his S/O so many trinkets and other items.

Another thing he probably does a lot is acts of service. Of course most of the time The Dragon King isn't actually the one who does these things for you, his kingly duties and his skin condition on land won't let him, so usually he will send Benbo and Babbo to do it. But you know, it's the thought that counts. Although there's a selfish tone to it; Dragon King makes his minions do errands for you so you could have more time for him and give him your full attention. He is very full of himself after all...

But if you really must go on land to do something, he will give you the vial with the drops each and every time, so you could talk to him if you wanted and/or really needed.

Now onto the negative aspects of relationship.

I wouldn't say he's toxic, but he is quite egoistical and selfish at times. For example, he becomes really annoying and gets pouty if you are busy with something and don't have time for him.

Also, as much as he treasures you, I feel like he would still feel and sometimes act like he's better than and above you, especially if you're not royalty.

Dragon King can be a real diva sometimes, so you have to have A LOT of patience when dealing with him in a relationship.

But overall in my opinion relationship with Dragon King could be difficult to make it work, but also worth it in the end; he gives me vibes of someone who would love you to the moon and back if you proved yourself to be the right person.

That's it, although I might add something to this or make more headcannons later. I hope you liked it. Also, if someone actually read this, I guess you can send some requests for him to me if you want.

#dragon king #monkey king 2023 #the monkey king #dragon king x reader #monkey king movie #monkey king netflix

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Profiles in Villainy

The Ice King

Prior to the great Mushroom War that decimated the planet, Simon Petricov had been a young man studying to become an expert antiquarian. In his travels to hone his craft, Petricov came across an ancient and powerful artifact resembling a kingly crown. Placing the crown atop his head bestowed the young man incredible powers, making him immortal and granting vast, ice-based abilities. The power of this crown also drove Petricov insane, gradually causing him to lose his memories and replacing his kindly personality with that of a cruel and twisted despot.

Petricov managed to survive the Mushroom War and he came to look after a young girl named Marceline. He treated the girl as a daughter and together the two were able to eke out a meager life in the post-apocalyptic wasteland left by the war. As time went on however, the effect of the crown further drove Petricov mad. He forgot about Marceline and became a hermit in the icy mountains.

He renamed himself The Ice King and became a renown villain of the new civilization that rose up in the wake of the war. Missing his wife and his precious Marceline (yet not knowing why), The Ice King hatched multiple plots to abduct Princess Bubblegum. His schemes were thwarted by the heroic Finn the Human and his companion Jake the Dog.

Marceline also survived, becoming a type of vampire. Long term use of the crown had altered Petricov’s appearance as well as his mind and she did not known the terrible Ice King had once been the kindly professor who had cared for her in the past.

These truths eventually came to light and Marceline and Finn worked together to get the crown away from The Ice King and help him revert to his former self. They ultimately succeeded and a remorseful Petricov was disabused of the crown’s corruptive powers. Yet the crown ended up in the clutches of The Ice King’s former minion, Gunter the Penguin, who appears destined to become the new dreaded Ice King.

Actor Tom Kenny provides the voice for The Ice King with the villain first appearing in the pilot episode of Adventure Time, airing on April 5th, 2010.

#Profiles in Villainy #Adventure Time #Ice King #cut-out #paper art #Villains!

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A/N: Requests from three anons! This Imagine is smutty… optionally! There will be a hyphen to indicate it. So if you’d like some fluffy Loki only, you can stop reading there! If you want some smutty action, keep reading! Enjoy, everyone! ♥

Words: 2564 Warnings: pure fluff, (optionally) smut, anxiety, period sex

You knew when you woke up that morning that this day was going to suck. Cramps tormented you from the moment you opened your eyes. When you hurried to Loki’s washing chambers—ignoring how your vision went black for a moment from jumping up so fast—you reached the toilet just in time to avoid further damage.

A small trickle of red already ran down your inner thighs, making you sigh. You cursed.

Loki was already up and about, of course, you appreciated how he let you sleep in when he had to act on his kingly duties. Right now, however, you were even gladder you were alone so you could sulk and pity yourself in peace. Stupid period, stupid cramps, stupid uterus!

If there was one thing you had not thought about upon moving to Asgard with Loki, it was the fact that you were a menstruating individual. And now that meant that you hadn’t thought of bringing pads and tampons with you.

Cursing once more, you cleaned yourself up and got dressed, using a small hand towel to prevent any damage to your underwear until the maid arrived to clean Loki’s chambers—surely, she had a solution for you. Until then, you would have to find the man in question to help you relieve your pain. He had done it before. Loki knew a spell that could ease your pain as if it was nothing.

Heading outside, the hallways were quiet for a while, leaving you alone with your footsteps echoing through the palace. You knew the way by now and even though it could feel rather lonely at times to release Loki to do his job and be… well, king, you were happy to have agreed to life in a different realm, with him. If only, however, that would stop those nagging thoughts you harboured in the back of your mind and that you never quite managed to switch off. Mean little voices in your head making you question why Loki would choose you over all those beautiful Asgardian women you had met since your arrival. You were nowhere near as powerful, nowhere near as beautiful as them, no? You certainly had no special, otherworldly skills and you were not immortal. With Loki’s reputation as a Trickster and Deceiver, you hated yourself for sometimes asking yourself if he truly loved you as he claimed… or if you were but a funny joke to him.

The fact that you were on your period right now didn’t exactly help with that sentiment and made you all the more emotional towards your current situation.

It wasn’t until you moved around the corner only a few more turns away from the throne room that you suddenly heard a couple of female voices. A group of women, presumably chatting sitting on one of the broad window sills near the ground. Your heart dropped the closer you got and picked up on what they were saying.

“He hasn’t even gotten engaged to her yet anyway. I say she’s hardly queen material. I bet she’s just a plaything for him. I mean, please… a human queen for Asgard? She’ll be dead before our kids hit puberty. What could she possibly contribute to the Aesir community? To this entire realm?”

That stung. More than you would have liked to admit. If you knew a different way to the throne room, you would have turned on your heels now. But you didn’t. You had to get past these gossiping witches.

“Have you seen her?” They continued as you approached them. “She doesn’t fit Asgardian garments at all. She isn’t even exceptionally pretty. I just don’t understand why he would prefer her over me.” What? Who was this woman? Your heart skipped a beat, the woman in question finally in sight—and of course, she was stunning. They all froze when they spotted you, except for her. She only raised an eyebrow at you.

“Can I help you?” She asked. There was no need to answer, really. Perhaps it was your period that made you snap.

“Yes. I’d appreciate it if you stopped talking about me behind my back so poorly. At least make sure I don’t know of it, that’s the whole point. And don’t think for one second that Loki won’t hear of this,” you threatened, hurrying away before she could respond to you—or catch a glimpse of the tears in your eyes.

But it was a lie. You wouldn’t tell Loki of this. What could he possibly do about it? Or worse… he might realise that they’re right about you… that you’re just a silly little mortal not worthy of his time and affection.

Swallowing thickly, you sneaked into the throne room, the sound of Loki’s smooth voice instantly calming your nerves. He was talking to a farmer, discussing crops and prices you knew nothing about. As soon as he caught sight of you, however, his entire demeanour changed, yet he remained composed.

“Are you quite content with this temporary solution?” He asked the farmer.

“More than happy, my king. Thank you,” he responded. He bowed and then left the throne room. Once he was out the door, Loki turned to you, waving you towards him with a smile. It was hard to reciprocate it with those stupid cramps.

“Leave us for a moment,” he told the guards who nodded mutely and then left the room as well. You approached him, allowing him to drag you onto his lap so you were straddling him.

“Good morning, pet…” he mused, stealing a kiss.

“Morning…”

“Did you sleep well?”

“Hmm…”

“What’s wrong?” Butterflies awakened in your belly when he brushed a streak of your hair behind your ear. Of course, Loki would notice instantly that you were not feeling well.

“I was wondering if you could do that spell again? Like you did when I had a headache?”

“Are you in pain? Where?”

“Period cramps,” you murmured.

Loki raised his eyebrows. “I see…” Without questioning you any further, he put his palm against your lower stomach. Your entire body tingled when he enchanted you, willing the pain away. You let out a sigh of relief, leaning your forehead against his.

“Thank you…”

The tears in your eyes still did not want to disappear. So you closed them, hoping that Loki would not notice. But of course, the God of Mischief was incredibly perceptive. He frowned at you.

“Is everything alright? Did something happen?”

You quickly shook your head. “No. I mean… no, nothing happened, not really. I guess I’m just overly anxious and emotional today, is all.”

Loki took a deep breath. “We can talk about it in my chambers later. Wait for me there and rest. I will ask the maid to bring you something to eat in the meantime. No need to head to the dining room for breakfast.”

You nodded, too tired of your feelings to protest—not that you wanted to. Obeying your Asgardian boyfriend, you gave him one last passionate kiss and then returned to his chambers. You asked the maid for some… products for your circumstances and she returned with reusable underwear that unlike period underwear from Earth would absorb both the blood and the smell to the point you could wear them for a few days straight.

With the pain gone, some snacks, and some of Loki’s books, you crawled back into bed once the maid was gone and passed the time by reading more about the realm you had moved to. Normally, Loki retired when the sun began to set.

Needless to say, you were hence surprised when shortly after noon, you heard him enter his chambers to find you in the bedroom area.

“Tell me what happened.” It was the first thing he said when he entered his chambers, concern spread on his face. He had returned a lot earlier than usual today. Part of you beamed that it was because he had been thinking about you, the other was still drowning in feelings you did not want. Stupid, stupid period!

“N-nothing happened,” you lied. Fuck this. You could already feel the tears burning in your eyes as you spoke. Loki sat down on the bed, joining you. His armour vanished to give way for more comfortable clothing. You shivered when he spoke your name.

“Oh, nothing. I overheard a group of Asgardian girls gossiping about me this morning. One of them even said you’d be better off choosing her over me.”

Loki sighed. “Hmm… was she blonde? Green eyes?”

“Y-yeah?”

“That was Amora. We used to be… romantically engaged… but that was a very long time ago. She is an Enchantress, I only still keep her around the palace because of her skills. What did she say?”

He spoke about her with such indifference in his voice that it gave you hope. You still didn’t want to tell him. So why were the words spilling from your mouth regardless?

“Did she insult you?”

“Not directly but… Loki, what if they’re right?”

“About what?”

“I’m just a mortal. I’m not special. I don’t have any special powers and I can’t even help you with all that king business that keeps you so occupied. See, when Thor found Jane, she became a second Thor and I’m not even…” You swallowed thickly, noticing now how the tears ran over your hot cheeks. “I’m not even as beautiful as your ex-girlfriend. As any of them. Why on Earth would you choose me over any of them?” You choked out, the last couple of syllables swallowed by an attack of sobs.

For a brief moment, it almost seemed like Loki didn’t know what to do with you. Then, however, he did what helped you the most. He wrapped you in his arms and held you until you had calmed down again.

“Why would you think such a thing? If anything…” He paused. “If anything I should be worried if you should be with me after all I’ve done to your planet. And still, you chose to trust me. You are right. You are not as beautiful as them,” he said, pulling you close to him. “You are more beautiful.”

He smirked at you then—mischievously. “And it seems I’ll have to prove it to you,” he purred. You laughed when he tickled your sides, scaring away the last of your tears.

“Loki, I’m… still on my period, you know.”

The God of Mischief frowned. “Are you still in pain?”

“No but… I mean… I’m bleeding out of my vagina, that’s usually where your cock goes.”

You almost chuckled when he tilted his head. “You make it sound like that is going to stop me from ravishing you. Hmm, I know exactly what to do with you to make you feel better…” He promised.

Gasping, you looked at him for a second. “I mean… I guess I don’t mind the blood if you don’t. But we should, um… put a towel or something over the sheets so we don’t soil them?”

That was a new one. You had never had sex on your period before but then again… there was nothing to be worried about, no? You were not in pain and technically, you couldn’t see the blood until he pulled out again to get you both cleaned up, right? Besides, Loki was a skilled sorcerer. He could make that blood vanish from your sight as soon as you were done with your fun.

“Tell me, my love… would you like it sweet and slow or rough and hard?” He whispered into your ear, making you shiver. Fuck, when he talked to you like that…

“Be gentle with me today,” you responded quietly, playing along.

“Hmm… with pleasure, pet.” He pushed you back on the bed, spreading your legs so he could move between them. He was quick to get rid of your green dress and your underwear, lifting your naked behind to stuff the towel you had been using earlier underneath it.

You had to admit, the thought of him seeing any blood down there did make you feel a little self-conscious. It was so easy for a woman to not feel clean during that time of the month. Loki, however, paid little attention to whatever state he found you in.

There was greed sparkling in his blue eyes when he licked his lips, his expression darkening. He hovered above you like a predator about to devour its prey, demanding a passionate kiss and as your tongues fought a battle neither of you was willing to lose, Loki got his own clothes out of the way.

A moan escaped your lips as soon as you felt his bare skin against yours, his muscles dancing as he moved even closer, releasing your lips to let you catch your breath. His mouth was all over your neck by the time you felt his hardening member pressing against your entrance. You were unsure whether you were wet from his kinky promises already or because of your menstruation but you didn’t want to think about it.

You wrapped your arms around him when he slowly guided himself inside you, claiming you inch by inch until he was deeply sheathed inside of you. His quiet grunts sent lightning bolts of pleasure through you, the sensation of him filling you stealing your breath away every single time.

Loki’s gaze was so incredibly loving and affectionate that you feared you would melt on the bed. Taking his time, he retreated and then plunged himself back inside of you, falling into a steady rhythm. He fucked you passionately but gently, as you had asked, all the while his hands went on a quest to explore your revealed skin, fondling your breasts, stroking your cheek, or merely holding hands with you.

Loki knew your body better than you did by now. He knew exactly what turned you on, how to get you there fast. Soon, his fingers were playing with your clit relentlessly, his slow and passionate thrusts never ceasing.

You whimpered, hovering on that cloud of pleasure shortly before the fall.

“Come for me, pet…” You heard Loki whisper against your lips, luring you closer to the edge. Moaning his name when you came, you pulsed around his length, pleasure coursing through you and filling every single one of your cells. And just like that, your remaining discomfort from your period was all but forgotten for the moment.

Loki leaned his forehead against yours, giving you enough time to ride out your orgasm before he continued stroking, hungry for his own release now. You urged him on by digging your nails into his back, planting kisses on his bare shoulders.

Eventually, Loki came with an animalistic growl, his blue eyes closed and his thin lips parted. You could feel him spilling his seed inside of you, coating your walls. Once he had stilled and collapsed on top of you, you sighed, hugging him like a teddy bear.

You could feel him soften inside of you, yet when he attempted to move to take his weight off of you, you held him even tighter.

“No… stay,” you murmured, eliciting a chuckle from him.

“Are you feeling better now, my love?”

You nodded weakly. “Much better. I love you, Loki.”

Your name rolled off his lips like a song. “And I love you.”

A/N: If you enjoyed this story, I’d appreciate it so much if you supported me on Kofi! ko-fi.com/sserpente ♥

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thepaintedlady00 · 1 year

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i don't see many enemies to lovers or i hate everyone but you fics about morpheus here, so that's all I'm asking 😌✨

Enemies to lovers with Dream is literally just so good 😍 SO I decided to make this Reader a goddess/immortal being that is basically Dreams opposite. While his whole function is to inspire and create hers is to make humans doubt themselves and their work. So like hindrance, distractions and discouragement that kinda thing. In this fic I'll be usuing Daunt as the name (it means make someone feel intimidated or apprehensive) But for a bit Dream will refer to her as Burden. I hope y'all enjoy!

Burden

Chapter 1: Ask

Daunt Collage | Part 2

You watched the mortals through their dreams, not all of them of course, that was far beyond your function. You watched the writers, artists, performers anyone that strived to create you saw. Their dreams were always so bright and full of wonder and magic, dreams of all that they wished to create in their waking hours, that is until you arrived. It was simple enough to put a damper on things. You'd bring storm clouds and make walls to separate them from their inspiration, you'd fill their head with doubting voices and memories of failure and they would do the rest.

It wasn't a job you particularly enjoyed, but it was yours nonetheless. The worst part wasn't even a part of your official job description, but it was something... someone that showed up more often than not. You could feel him before you saw him, but you refused to turn and look. "Dream."

"Burden."

You bristled at his simplistic nickname for you and turned to send him a cold glare. "What do you want?"

He met your gaze with a powerful look of his own. "I want you to leave my dreamers alone."

"Well then, it gives me great pleasure to tell you to fuck off." You offer him a fake smile. "I'm doing my job."

"Your job makes mine unnecessarily difficult." He sneered stepping beside you to look out at his precious dreamer begging the wall to disappear between him and his ideas. "And causes distress to the humans."

"Distress is one of my many names."

Dream huffed. "Daunt. Distress. Discourage. Burden." You turned to him with a growl. "Your purpose means little in the presence of an Endless."

You mocked him with a halfhearted bow. "Go on then, Prince of Stories, save your dreamer from my evil clutches."

Whether he did so or not mattered little to you as you turned from him and moved onto the next and the next and the next. The call of those inspired voices leading you forward until you left none but frustrated cries of discourse behind you. If the Dream Lord wanted for you to be a burden then you would see his wish granted.

Everyone that the Dream Lord granted his favor met the full brunt of your power. You caused them to lose inspiration more times than you could even count over and over and over again until at last Dream sought you out in your own realm. It was nothing more than a dark forest of changing trees and ever growing mist. It held no life within it, no joyful cheers or grand creatures of wonder and awe, nothing but you. There was no gate to greet him, no royal envoy to show him the path, there was nothing but the feared darkness of the rugged path leading forward.

When he did finally find you in your modest garden of wilting plants you did not sit on a throne or pull the illusion of this world from existence to reveal a grand palace. You merely looked at him with dark eyes and waved your hand. "Welcome, Dream Lord."

"This is where you live?"

If possible you eyes grew colder. "Is is not up to your kingly standards?"

Dream would never openly admit it, but in the moment he felt bad for you. He had his subjects while you it seemed had no one. He steeled himself to his purpose and you in turn steeled yourself to fight him. "You will leave those I have gifted alone."

You laughed, dryly. "Will I?"

"Yes." He took a step toward you, looking down at you with an unyielding will. "They have been granted my favor and I'll not have you interfere with that any longer."

To his surprise you tilted your head slightly, a nod. "Very well. I'll stop targeting your special little projects, but this doesn't mean I won't do my duty. If their voice calls me, I shall do what I am meant to."

Dream clenched his jaw and tightened his hands at his sides. "Why must you be such a Burden?"

Unlike the previous times he'd called you such, this time a fire lit in your eyes. "Do you think I asked for this? Do you think I enjoy bringing people this feeling?" You demanded coldly. "I am what I am, not by choice or out of pleasure but simply because it is the role that was given me by whatever fucking powers that made me. If I could trade places with you and inspire the minds of men I would..." You sighed, regaining the lost composure. "You've gotten what you came for. Now go."

"Bur-" He stopped himself. "Daunt."

You paused, looking up at him with a vulnerable look, something he'd never seen from you. You were always so closed off and cold, much like he was. The moment didn't last long, before cold frost glossed over your eyes again. "Leave."

Dream took a step forward, intent to follow after you, but thick roots wound around his legs and body and pulled him away into the dark misty forest. When he was released from their hold he was on the black beaches of his realm again, looking out at the now setting sun. The pain in your voice, the look in your eyes, haunted him as he stood on the edge of The Dreaming.

#dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless x you #dream of the endless x y/n #dream of the endless x immortal reader #dream of the endless x goddess reader #morpheus x you #morpheus x reader #morpheus x y/n #Daunt

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prismartist · 2 years

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“Have you ever thought about death, Joe?”

Joe looks at the King, or rather at the back of his head. The King’s gaze is fixed on the full moon outside, framed by the window. In the private chamber, the blackstone whistles as a gust of cold wind blows in, ruffling the King’s fur rather literally. Bdubs is nowhere to be seen; Joe doesn’t feel like asking about that. The King had greeted Joe with determination set on his gray face, everything from his posture to the gray of his skin seeming like stone. It’s the most serious and sincere Joe’s seen the King in months, compared to his overt and almost comedic dramatism. It’s strange, how he seems the most serious in his bedroom, away from prying eyes.

Joe supposes it won’t hurt to answer. “I suppose I have, my liege. I think we all think about death at one point or another. It’s an undisputed fact of life, except for certain flavors of immortal.”

The King hums in acknowledgment, though not so much in thoughtfulness. He doesn’t speak again for a bit. Joe holds himself awkwardly in the delicate atmosphere. He thinks he should be scared, summoned to the King’s private area in the dead of night with nary another soul to be seen, but the confusion and sleep deprivation overrides it. He decides to give the King some respectful prodding to move the conversation along.

“May I ask why I was summoned, my King?”

The King heaves in a breath. “I’ve been thinking a lot about death, Sir Joe. I have been thinking about it a lot.”

It’s Joe’s turn to hum.

The King continues, “Every King must consider the possibility of failure, is that not so? Of… death.”

“Again, sire, I’d say that everyone must.”

“That is true, that is true.” The King turns his head to the side but does not look at Joe. “And thus, so have I. Especially regarding… the coming events.”

“The minigames.”

“Yes. In the… slim chance, that we are overthrown, that the peasants are victorious… I’d like to create one last thing as King. With- with your help, of course.”

“And what is that, your Majesty?”

The King finally turns completely, light shifting around his form as he moves, and meets Joe’s eyes. It strikes Joe that he has taken off his diamond glasses, and his eyes aren’t tinted blue for the first time in a while.

“Joe,” Ren says, “I’d like a poem, please.”

Joe blinks. “Why?”

Another sigh as Ren tilts his head, casting his gaze to the carpet below. “I know my kingdom is crumbling, man. I’d like to have something to- to remember this time, to both cherish and mourn it. To put it to a proper end. Simply a will of sorts, if I may.”

“A will.”

“Yes.”

Joe doesn’t have the heart to tell Ren that wills usually include leaving assets to beneficiaries, or that the word he’s looking for is probably “valediction”, so he asks instead, “What exactly would you like for me to write?”

More silence. Ren opens his mouth, then closes it, then says, “Whatever you see fit, Sir Joe. Thou art the poet, not I; I trust your words.”

“Have you told the others about this?’

“No.”

Above anything, Ren’s brevity surprises Joe the most. “Will you?”

Ren sighs. “I don’t think so. I don’t think I need to.”

“So you want to keep it personal.”

A pause, then Ren nods.

“I can start on it right away. I think a limerick will be most befitting for you.”

“I don’t know what that means, but I approve. That would be lovely. Will you…” Ren shuffles his feet, and Joe marvels at the amount of surprises he’s seen tonight. Then Ren straightens and seems to summon back some conviction. “Will thee care to write thine poem here by moonlight, so that I might surveyeth thine writing?”

Joe can’t help but bow at the kingly voice. “I will, your Majesty.”

Ren gestures to the desk, and Joe takes a seat, pulling out a notebook and a quill. Ren walks over, a looming dark presence that blocks the moonlight.

“...your Majesty, I kind of need the light to see.”

“Oh. Of course, my apologies.” And Ren moves to the other side. “So what exactly is a limerick?”

“Well, it’s traditionally a comic verse, for jokes and lighthearted stuff. But it has a quite a grand tone.”

“I see.”

“Where would you like for me to start?”

“Well… let’s start with a baker.”

“You got it.”

“Thank you, Joe.”

Joe looks up, and for one more surprise, Ren smiles down at him. Joe nods, and puts his quill to paper.

“You’re welcome, Ren.”

#that post abt how ren probably asked joe to write the poem helping his king out one last time.... yeha #mcyt #hermitcraft #hermitcraft s9 #joe hills #rendog #rentheking #prismatic writing

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Hey ya'll! Another au I thought up lol.

So this is gonna be another Half King au with immortal Danny and Vlad lol.

Danny got the Crown of Fire, which changed to more icey blue cool flames than green and Vlad got the Ring of Rage.

ANYWHO.

Danny and Vlad split the zone into two part (not literally), with Danny ruling over one half and Vlad the other. Because they have equal power, they can also make decisions regarding the others territory but they have an agreement to not mess with each other's shit unless its actually important.

Then Vlad gets summoned to a different dimension for whatever who summoned him wanted, to which he then decides to stay because what the summoner wanted would take a few years.

To which he then decided to take a vacation and tell no one about it.

So Danny, after a couple hundred years of Vlad's mysterious disappearance. He's told by Clockwork that now he has to go find him, to which Danny asked why since he didn't need to go looking hundreds of years earlier.

To which Clockwork smiles, points him in the direction, and tells him to go looking.

Danny grumbles, but he goes.

But for whatever reason he himself cannot enter the portal, he doesn't know why, but something is blocking him from entering.

The ghosts are a different matter.

So, using the far back knowledge from when he stilled visited earth, he came up with a plan to bypass whatever is blocking him and walk the planet on the other side.

What better than a cult?

So he sends a few ghosts through to discreetly plant some 'tomes' about the Ghost King, specifically the one who wears the crown, and now he just has to wait.

Meanwhile, Vlad:

Honestly, he's been enjoying his vacation a whole lot, he left the world he was originally summoned too after he was done and kinda floated aimlessly around in space before coming upon earth and decided why not.

So now here he is 450 years later, firmly cemented in the business world with a company with 450 years of rich history past down to each heir of the family who, funnily enough, were each named a variation of Vlad.

Vladmir, Vladicus, Vladalia, etc.

Obviously just him in different looks but eh no one knows.

Anywho, now he's attending a Gala held by one Lex Luthor and honestly, he was just pretty bored.

He doesn't need to really attend, and he has his money bet on Luthor not wanting him to attend, but he does get a kick outta annoying the hell out of that baldie any day of the week.

Meanwhile Danny, a few months earlier:

So his planned worked, because of course it would. TV tropes always work.

There he was, clothed in his kingly garments, his crown made sure to be the very cool and powerful looking version of his ice flames and his face stony and cold.

He did all of this expecting that he had to set a powerful image for the cultists so they would actually listen to him properly and not question him when he got to the other side.

Only to be met with a ridiculous sight.

What he thinks were the cultists getting their asses handed to them by.... very brightly dressed individuals in spandex and...

Is that a British guy smoking while flinging about magic?

Now, he doesn't judge, especially when he's already lived for more than a hundred years.

But what the absolute ever loving fruitloop.

He may or not may not have stood there with his arms crossed under his chest, his cold expression turned deadpan while he watched the people he was going to give an introduction to get their asses beat for a good few minutes.

A pity, he worked on that introduction in case he ever got summoned too.

When what were obviously superheroes finished up and turned to greet him, he maaaaay have floated up to have the height advantage on them.

Look, its not his fault he has the body of a teenager and honestly they should really shorten themselves down and stop being so tall already.

So he asked them if they've seen another ghost king, you know. Blue skin, red eyes, vampiric teeth?

By the reaction he would have to say no.

He already knows that Vlad is somewhere on this planet so he just, leaves, and goes to find him.

It was only until a few days later did he think that it might've helped if he gave a name instead of Fruitloop.

Meanwhile at the gala in present time:

Vlad was having a grand old time, as always Luthor really knew what food and which drinks would be best for his parties and honestly, that's just a bonus.

What he's really here for is the subtle reactions Lex Luthor gives him when he's trying to hold himself together.

It's always fun when that happens.

He met with Brucie Wayne (who he surprisingly never met yet.), had a good laugh, maybe made a new friend. Said hi to that reporter that's at Luthor's events like half the time- Clark Kent if he remembered correctly.

Met a woman named Diana Prince, had a good conversation with her, and mingled with a few other people.

He also saw a British guy that smoked like no tomorrow, not that he judged. May or may not have sneaked him some another pack.

Isn't he just so nice today?

So there he was, enjoying his time as he usually did. Until he felt the familiar cold presence that he hasn't felt for a good while.

Damn. Guess that means his vacation is up now.

Got some pretty strong whiskey, poured himself a glass, idly drank it and waited for the show to begin.

And just as he thought, there Phantom appeared, floating over everyone as he looked down on them as if they were barely worth his attention.

They then locked eyes.

"Found you." Danny said, ignoring the confused people underneath him. To which Vlad gulped down his drink in one go, poured himself another glass, took a sip and smiled.

"Hello to you too, little badger."

#dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #Half king Danny and Half king Vlad hc #Sue me I like it #ANYWAYS #Vlad left for a vacation and told no one #Then it became Danny's problem #the JL when they go to a gala to scout if Luthor has any new plans #Only to find the Ghost King they were already looking into #And then seeing him greet Vlad Masters #and find he's the other Ghost King the other one spoke about.#They think he possessed/haunted the Master bloodline for years lol

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