This au again lawl. Where Danny wears these special sunglasses to hide his eyes that also track down ghosts in his human form.
The Justice League tracks down a summoning for the ghost king, an eons old tyrant of the infinite realms and known to bring war and devastation whenever he is summoned.
The cultists do manage to summon the ghost king, except, not how they wanted. They did indeed summon the king, but Pariah Dark is still trapped in eternal sleep and somehow, just, somehow, they managed to draw the lottery and dragged the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep to the summoning circle.
So there the Justice League were, wondering what to do with the (currently) locked away and sleeping ghost king.
Until Constantine's coat flipped itself open and a boy with glowing white hair and a mist of blue blowing from his mouth.
"Old man." The boy greeted.
"Brat." Constantine said.
"Do you mind explaining why and how this," The boy gestured to the Sarcophagus. "Is here and not in Pariah's Keep?"
"Funny story, that one." Constantine said, only half-jokingly. He then went on to explain that the Justice League came to track down cultists, said cultists somehow managed to drag that here, and now they didn't quite know what to do with it.
The boy stood still for a moment, before taking off his sunglasses to pinch the bridge of his nose and sighed, a large amount of blue flame spilling from his mouth. "Ancients above, why is it every time something notable happens, it's always you?"
Constantine snorted, reaching into his coat for a pack of cigarettes and lighting himself one. "Hypocritical coming from you."
"I know, but still." The boy walked over to the Sarcophagus and sat on it, as if it wasn't the thing currently holding one of the most powerful ghosts in the infinite realms. "You know smoking is bad for you, right?"
"What, you learned that in class?" Constantine snarked, making no move to do anything and causing the boy to sigh again, toxic green eyes looked around the room, falling over each hero present before homing in on Flash. The boy pointed to him. "You. Come here."
"Whatcha want with red?" Constantine asked and the boy simply shrugged his shoulders. "Passing on a message."
The boy blinked once, and if he was surprised that the Flash was already in front of him, then he didn't show it. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a green sticky not, motioned for Flash to bent down and stuck it on his forehead.
Superman was... concerned. There was a heartbeat there, he could hear it, but it was so slow and seemed rather weak, like the boy was near death.
"Alright, now I gotta get old mean and green back to his keep before the Observants get on my case." The boy put back on his sunglasses and got up, waving Flash away and lifting up the Sarcophagus above his head he walked over to Constantine, whose face wrinkled.
"That ain't going to fit." The warlock pointed out and the boy scoffed, probably rolling his eyes behind his glasses. "And you've fit bigger things, just shut up and lift the coat old man."
Constantine did so, and somehow the boy just shoved the entire Sarcophagus inside. The boy was very obviously smug as the blue mist that was blowing from his mouth the entire time petered out. "I'll clean up the mess on my end," The boy said before waving his hand in the Justice League's general direction. "You deal with all that."
"Just get going already, I'm not about to get those sentient eyeballs on my ass."
"Yea, yea. You got enough to deal with as is." The boy then stepped inside Constantine's cloak and as soon as the man let it drop, he disappeared.
Constantine looked around the room, silently assessing the situation as he brought another cigarette to his lips.
He lamented the fact he would have to deal with this sober.
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The funniest part about the lightening thief is the fact that everyone was like "I don't know who Percy’s godly parent could possibly be" like they all really gaslit themselves even after the fact that the dude
a) had a powerful enough scent that chiron took time off to pretend to be his latin teacher
b) fought a minotaur with zero training and no weapons
c) drenched clarisse and her gang in toilet water
d) beat luke in a swordfight after drenching himself in water
e) was literally only good at canoeing
f) kept saying his dad was "lost at sea"
literally 5 minutes into the camp and Percy was all like
Percy: Maybe my dad is Poseidon his cabin feels like home -
Grover: No
Annabeth: No
Chiron: No
The whole camp: No
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Okay SO- I've literally been sitting on the generator website for a little over 10 minutes now just feeding it random songs- and LIKE- I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING SOME OF THIS IS KINDA DUMB- LIKE FR- WHAT AM I DOING HAHAHAH-
Song List:
Accidentally In Love (Counting Crows) [Tumblr was fucked so this one's a video-]
It's Gonna Be Me (NSYNC*) [Vox kinda dies in this one but it's hilarious anyway HAHAHA]
Jet Lag (Simple Plan) [I might try and edit this into a duet eventually, especially the higher pitched parts into a voice for (Y/N) in the series- SEND ME VOICE HEADCANONS GUYS THANK YOU]
Heaven By Your Side (A1) [WOAAAAAAAAAAAAH VOX PLEAAAAASE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-]
Like A Rose (A1) [EXCUSE ME SIRRRRRRRR EXCUSEEEEEEE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I AM VERY OKAY I PROMISE-]
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I so badly want to get bend over someone's lap.
My hands are tied behind my back and I'm struggling and squirming but I can't move and the position is so much, so fucking humiliating as you're able to force me down with a single hand on my nape, reminding me who I belong to. I'm feeling so exposed and helpless but that's exactly what makes me so wet.
I wanna get spanked just like that. Need to feel the pain as you're hitting me over and over again, laughing at how much I'm reacting.
"Shh, pet. You deserve this; you have been bad, remember?" You say and your hand's wandering lower, touching my sensitive pussy. "Oh? You like this punishment a bit too much, hm? Does it make you excited? Do you love to be helpless and getting spanked over my lap like a dirty slut?"
I'd be moaning so loud then, trying to shake my head cause no!! I don't love it. But it's weak and pathetic and you're laughing again and continue to hold me in place. Your fingers are starting to play with my hole, teasing me.
"It's not good to lie, pet."
Like that you're spanking me again; this time you're hitting my pussy, making me scream and whine.
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