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radiance1 · 4 months

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Vlad has been asleep for a few centuries now, in a goddamn coffin that he specifically made just for that like the weird rich person he is. He was also, the phoenix king.

Or at the very least, one of them.

Honestly, Danny couldn't give less of a flying cheerio how long Vlad would sleep for if it wasn't an inconvenience to it.

But it was.

You see, he's the ghost prince, prince of the infinity realms, dragon of infinity, son of war and ward of time, etc, etc.

And somehow, he has bloody paperwork.

Even though the Infinite Realms fell into Anarchy eons ago.

So he honestly doesn't know why he has paperwork, and it's so much that Danny has been spending centuries doing it and he's so tired of it and then he remembered, hey? Who likes can do mountains of paperwork without breaking a sweat and could finish this way better than Danny could?

Vlad Masters.

Hasn't seen the guy after his mother died, don't know where exactly he is, but he isn't in his lair (yes Danny managed to get in, don't ask how) and Danny is going to find this man by the Ancients because he cannot deal with those anymore.

He barely even made a dent!

Anyways, so Danny goes over to Earth because he hasn't been there for a hot minute, and that's probably where Vlad is and uh, woah there is this really Earth cause it's lookin mighty different to how he saw it last time-

Why was the Earth currently covered in flames? Black flames that look mighty familiar to someone else's that he knows actually. You know, someone who should have been sleeping the centuries away instead of, oh he doesn't know.

Taking over the mortal world?

It even seems that Vlad got himself a goddamn cult too! How neat! How much time did it take you to assemble all these people Vlad? You even gave out pieces of your power when you could've been, oh, he doesn't know.

Helping him with paperwork?

So, he's kinda mad about this, pissed, actually. So, he goes to find where exactly Vlad is in this reign of madness, finds a literal crack in reality and just heads on through because he couldn't care less about that actually.

What he finds is not what he expected.

Cause you know Vlad? Phoenix king who is probably trying to take over the mortal world instead of helping him with paperwork and was supposed to be sleeping inside a coffin?

Yea scratch that. Because that isn't a coffin.

When the hell was Vlad sleeping inside a magical barrier-

And who the heck was that spamming Vlad's signature black flames while laughing manically, and who in the infinite realms were those guys who were currently fighting said spammer.

"What exactly, in the Infinite Realms, happened while I was doing paperwork?"

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So, the Justice League is now combating a new world ending threat. Some cult who wants to cleanse the world in the name of their deity so they could hand it to him once he reawakens.

Which, apparently, might've been around for centuries, slowly preparing for this day which, dedicated, but not the good kind of dedication really.

So, back to the fight, they're fighting this possible immortal who's been taking over the bodies of each new head of the cult for centuries and, well, he genuinely had power to back him and his cult up.

Not really a shock there, to be fair, since he claimed his powers to originate from the sleeping deity who blessed him with a portion of his power.

Vlad didn't, bro just stole a portion of his power and claimed it as a blessing lawl. Not that the cult knew that-

So the Justice League managed to break their way into the place holding said sleeping deity that also acted as the base for the cult leader and, well. Yea he truly does have the power to back himself up and, if the magic users had anything to say about, a very magically powerful deity he follows too.

So they're kinda screwed if said Deity wakes up, they don't even know when he will actually, neither did the cult leader. He just will 'eventually' which isn't as descriptive as some (read: Batman) would like.

First things first, beat up and disband the cult, figure out a way to prevent the sleeping deity's awakening later.

So they were fighting a battle (shocker I know) with their forces spread between their world and the pocket dimension and things weren't looking quite as good as they hoped. Lots of causalities, both civilians, heroes and even villains alike, a whole lot of magic and powers being thrown about and the monologuing of the cult leader who was floating above said sleeping god.

You could even think it to be symbolic in some way, that he thinks himself above a god.

So, safe to say, in all of this chaos they weren't exactly expecting a new voice to join the fray.

"What exactly, in the Infinite Realms, happened while I was doing paperwork?"

And the owner of said voice, to be a goddamn dragon.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #Danny “I don't wanna do this paperwork no more” Phantom #Vlad “Sleeping for centuries cause the woman I loved and the Man I hate died and I don't care about nothing no more” Masters #Except that Vlad got found by some weird ass cult leader who was obsessed with his power and made a cult without his say so #And then also stole a portion of his power because he believed himself to be blessed by a god #A god who was and still is currently sleeping and probably doesn't even know who he is #He's also been splitting off even tinier pieces of Vlad's power to give to the followers #So yea #That's a thing #This all came about because I was imagining Dragon Danny slamming his tail into whatever Vlad is sleeping and telling him to wake up #Why? Originally no reason #but now it was for paperwork lmao

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fate221 · 1 year

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AU: where Lucerys managed to escape from the Storm’s End, but never told anyone about what’s happened there. He didn’t even know why, but later he understood he actually felt guilty in front of Aemond because of the child fight. After that time passed, the situation between families was still tense and the Dance of Dragons has been just delayed. But before that every part of family had to deal with its own problems. And during one of the battles for Driftmark already adult Lucerys was hardly injured, he lost his eye but survived once again. Aemond finds out about this only when they meet in the Kings Landing once for a while.

#I can imagine this was ironically surprising for Aemond #his whole hate and desire for revenge was about that eye and now it’s just gone??#like this could be that easy?#poor man would have to deal with some error 404 in his mind #and also i like to think that bc of this eye they will have something in common #Aemond would be the one who understands Lucerys pretty well #I mean these two already have a long story of relationship and this could be a good continuation #lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #hotd #house of the dragon #lucemond #my art #my art hotd

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greenqueenhightower · 7 months

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In today’s episode of Disturbing Things I Notice in HOTD:

Alicent’s staring at an o*gy tapestry across the wall from Viserys’ bed when he calls her to his room and while he maritally r*pes her (we get to see that there are two tapestries on the wall facing the bed and one right above it, when Otto enters Viserys' chambers the following morning).

I am sure that every night she is there, she sees herself in the tapestry, and is made to feel like a “wh*re”, that she is somehow responsible because what is happening to her goes against all her beliefs and principles.

Can you imagine our pious Alicent having to endure such abuse and humiliation, and think to herself that she is yet another ornament for Viserys to be pleasured by, while she felt so unclean and worthless she had to atone to the seven for something that was not even her sin?

No wonder she changed the tapestries the moment Viserys became bedridden, ill, and too weak to demand intercourse from her, and replaced them with emblems of the seven, with what might actually make her feel better about herself. It’s sad because it’s yet ANOTHER cry for help, another indication that the years of abuse have left her struggling with self image and confidence, as she appears to be in control, but she’s still loathing herself because the trauma has not healed, it’s just been covered with an emotional bandage so it’s not that visible.

I cannot even begin to think how that must hurt, not letting herself be vulnerable in front of anyone, but feeling totally worthless and alone all the time.

I just want to give her a hug. </3

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gthechangeling · 3 months

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some stuff we could've had in The Dragon Republic but didnt and I wish we did

kitay and chaghan hating each other ON SIGHT. i believe from the bottom of my heart they spent the entire book trying to assassinate each other in increasingly covert ways

more rin and qara friendship!!!! we were so robbed tbh

quara and VENKA friendship!!!! archers!!!!

kitay and ramsa scheming together. idk it just makes sense, them being the only two not-shamans. besides i think ramsa's chaos would go well with kitay's big brilliant brain and by that i mean they would do horrible unspeakable things together and no one would be able to stop them <3

#my art #the poppy war #the dragon republic #kitay is a younger brother and it shows and ramsa also has little brother energy #also kitay is clearly not capable of controlling his unhinged friends (see: rin) so i can only imagine what he and ramsa would get up to #chaghan and kitay are polar opposites of everything with kitay being the rational down to earth guy and chaghan being the #what does altan call him #a psychospiritual time bomb or something #but that's not even why i think they'd hate each other i just think they're both too bitchy to get along #qara's entire character arc (none) is rf kuang's worst mistake and i will not forgive her <3 justice for qara!!!

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ethanharmonia · 5 months

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VOLO MY BELOVED RRHAHHRHHAHRHHAHEHHRHHRHRHRHHHH🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️💥💥💥💥

FINALLY MADE HIS REFERENCE SHEET BECAUSE MY BRAIN WOULDNT STOP MAKING FAKE SCENARIOS ABOUT HIM BEING EPIC RRRAHHHHH LEAVE ME ALONEEEE (giving info later cuz its late at night and im so tired, tumblr do not explode me again pls spare me)

DRAWING THAT ARCEUS HAIR OF HIS MADE ME FALL ON THE FLOOR AND COLLAPSE CUZ I STRUGGLED SO HARD TO DO IT RRAH I HATE HIM BUT I LOVE HIM HE IS MY WIFE

Some other versions cuz i felt like it huehueh

And some doodlers of him (the one on the top were supposed to be the first thing i made before making the references hhhhhh

(hold up i needa do smth imma give explanation later wait)

(listening to Fantasize by ariana grande made me extra gay for this man help me)

#pokemon #pokemon au #reference sheets #reference #pokemon legends arceus #pla volo #pokemon volo #wielder volo #pokemon wielder volo #I LOVE HIM SO DAMN MUCH HE CAN STEP ON ME RN AND I WILL YELL OUT HIS THEME AND I WILL KISS HIM RRAHHHH #he owns arceus yall he is the chosen one not the mc in legends arceus shut up #HIS HAIR IS MAKING ME WANT TO PASS AWAY THE AMOUNT OF TIMES I HAD TO STRUGGLE CUZ OF HIS HAIR #That arceus hair is making me want to chew on it #imagine if he was a dragon rider and rode giratina everytime he wanted to go somewhere imagine that HAHAHHAA #my guy has dementia he doesnt rember who rei and akari are no mo he is so stupid but i lobe him mwah #i do not care what yall say he needs a redemption arc rn and im making it for him hushhhhh #he would definetly hate on cyrus if he ever met him and beat him up like bro would kill cyrus hahahaha #bro would obliterate cyrus the moment he looks at him omg😨😨😨😨#art #drawing #fanart #he is my malewife rn shut up

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diamondcamefromhell · 1 year

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Divide

Aegon x fem!reader

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Summary: After the coronation, conflict happens between Y/N and Alicent, where Aegon has to get involved

Content Warnings: just angst and maybe some parts are somewhat fluff

Word Count: 2,325

I do not own any of the characters mentioned in the story, and have taken some creative liberties of my own to write Aegon and the rest as I see them, which might be different from how you see it <3

Rhaenys might have spared us, but I felt more in danger now than in front of Meleys. Alicent wasn’t pleased when the guards and I arrived to the small council room, even if it was on Aegons command. I stood there awkwardly as the former Queen stared at me, her father, Otto, watching me closely too.

“Who is she?” Her voice was stern, but the question wasn’t directed at Aegon exactly.

I look over at her kids, all of whom know me. I was surprised, actually, that I evaded Alicents and Ottos eyes for so long, even after becoming close with the young greens. Even after sharing the bed with Aegon many times. Perhaps it showed how little Alicent cared, or how much her attention was elsewhere.

I saw that reflected in Aegon every day. She seemed to hate the man he was becoming but did nothing to change it and Viserys seemed to pretend he didn’t exist at all.

“Y/N.” Aegon spoke, as if that would clarify who I really was. Helaena shifted uncomfortably, and Alicent seemed to notice.

“Another one Aegon?” I flinched as if she had struck my physically, for the implication in her voice was clear. Another one.

“She’s a friend, mother.” To my surprise it was Aemond who spoke. I looked at him but he was facing his bother, his sapphire eye was all I could see.

“A friend?” Alicent didn’t believe him. She looks at Aegon again. “You bring her in front of your wife? Think of the shame you bring to her!”

“I do, mother. At least Y/N actually cares about me.” He meets his mothers eyes and seems to stand taller than he used to. Maybe it was just the crown, but his demeanor had changed.

“We care about you Aegon! We, your family, care. All you do is push us away.” Alicent’s voice echos in the room as I meet Aemonds eye. I can’t read his expression. Perhaps there is a smidge of disappointment. “Maybe if you looked at your wife, at your family, you wouldn’t need to bring a stranger to your bed.”

“I love her!” He shouts back and my eyes widen. Helaena shrinks into herself more.

Before I know it, Alicent struck Aegon. His crown slipped off his head, hitting the ground and rolling away. The silence is loud, nobody moves, and I see Aegons expression change.

I know the strike itself didn’t hurt as much as the fact that his own mother struck him again. Struck him for loving someone. In front of his own family too.

I feel anger rise in my blood as I take a step forward, then another. All the eyes follow me as I make my way across the room and bend down to pick up the crown. I look at Alicent before making my way to her son. I glance at Helaena who gives me a sheepish nod, and I gently place the crown on Aegons head, running my hand to his shoulder gripping them tightly.

“My king.” I whisper, letting him go and looking back at the dowager Queen. “It isn’t in your best interest to strike a King.”

“He is my son.” I see hatred in her eyes but I stand tall. Otto steps closer, but doesn’t intervene.

“Is he now?” I take a step forward, shielding Aegon from her eyes. “Now that he wears a crown you decide to care?”

“The things you lead to could have you hanged.” She stares me down, disgust in her face. “I am not the one who has taken interest in his crown.”

“I have loved him for years, long before he was crowned. Is that really that hard to imagine? Someone loving Aegon?” I shake my head and Alicent is taken aback, even if for a moment. “He is a good man, Alicent. He never was just a monster you seemed to see in him, he was always more than the late King cared to acknowledge.”

“You say I don’t know my own son?” I take a step forward, face to face with Alicent.

“You know him as heir. As a tool to use against Rhaenyra. You don’t know the person you brought into this world beyond that.”

I feel heat in my cheek before I realize that Alicent has struck me. Before I can regain my composure, Aegon has stepped between his mother and I, his sword drawn.

The guards unsheathe their weapons too. I see Otto step towards his daughter. I look back at Aemond, his hand on the hilt of his sword, and sweet Helaena looking away, her eyes shut. Blood rushes through me as I hear my own heartbeat echo in my ears. What have I done.

“Lower your sword Aegon.” Alicent commands, but her voice is low, as if she was the one who got struck. Her own son drawing a sword on her must hurt.

“You will not strike Y/N again.” The King sounds angry, like there is venom on his tongue. I reach out, grabbing his arm.

“There is no need for this.” I say gently, but he doesn’t move.

“If you hit her again, I will have your hand.” He finally lowers Blackfyre and the room falls silent once more.

I feel the distance between Aegon and Alicent grow. He faces me now, gently placing his hand on my face, checking for any bruising.

But I did not care about that. All I ever wanted was to make Aegon happy. Be the fragile bridge between him and Helaena, because I knew they loved each other as siblings still. Join him on teasing Aemond, but hold him back to not actually hurt his brother. Even spend time with his kids. All I ever wanted was to mend the fragile relationships he had with his family. To give Aegon what he wanted all these years.

And yet I was in the middle of the divide. I knew this would affect how his brothers and his sister-wife see him. This would echo and hurt him later, even if he was too proud to admit that it ever did.

But I have seen him cry. Weep, for the life he never had.

I pull away from his touch and look at Aemond, his hand still on the hilt.

“I’m sorry.” I whisper, but his expression remains cold. Helaena avoids my eyes too. I look back at Aegon.

Wordlessly, he takes my hand and drags me out of the room. The door shuts behind us and two of the guard start to follow us. We make our way through the castle to his chambers. Silently he sits down on the bed, lowering his head. The crown slips and falls again but I don’t rush to pick it up this time.

“I didn’t want to get between you and your mother.” He shakes his head, but doesn’t look at me.

“She brought it on herself.” I wrap my hands around myself. He shakes his head again, whispering seemingly to himself. “Why?”

“Aegon?”

“I finally get crowed and its still not enough.” He voice shakes as he kicks the crown with his foot. This time I take the steps towards it. “I can never be enough for her.”

I bend down and pick up the crown turning it in my hands. The steel feels cold and heavy in my grip, like the weight of the Seven Kingdoms was melted into it. I hated it, yet I put it on Aegon again, lifting his head to look at me.

His face was wet from tears. He looked terrified. Crumbling under the weight. The pride and joy he had during the coronation was all gone, and all that remained was this broken boy.

“You are King now, Aegon. Protector of the Realm.” I wipe his tears away with my thumbs. “But you were always enough. I believe even to Alicent and Viserys, even if they failed as parents, I believe they loved you fully.”

“No.” He shakes his head in my arms, his crown almost sliding off again.

“You were named after the conqueror. Your second name day was one of the biggest celebrations, and while there were politics behind it, your mother, she did it out of love.” I grip his face tighter. “She wanted you to be celebrated Aegon. You were and still are her pride and joy. And I am certain she hates that you have to be in the middle of this game.”

“She hates that I can’t play it well.” His eyes meet mine as he sniffles.

“She hates herself for not teaching you sooner.” I wipe his cheeks again. “She hates for burning the connection you two might have had.”

“She thinks I’m a monster, Y/N.” He pulls away, ripping thew crown off his head and throwing it across the room.

There is rage when his eyes meet mine this time, and for the first time in my life I feel afraid of him. All the whispered stories about his sins echo in my head as he rises, dragging me up with him. He stands still for a moment, but his grip on my arm tightens so much, it begins to hurt. I don’t say anything.

His grip loosens moments later, and he falls apart in my arms. Literally.

He is a whole head taller than me, but he drops into my arms, as we both land on the floor. I wrap my hands around him as he weeps into my shoulder. I hold him tightly, rubbing one of my hands on his back. I can’t help but feel the tears prick my own eyes.

I hug him tighter, crying silently.

This wasn’t what we wanted. This wasn’t supposed to end like this. Our story was meant to be different, we should have been on a boat by now, sailing across the Narrow Sea. I should be hearing his laughter, not his cries.

Every part of me hated this. I hated Alicent for forcing this on him, I hated the rralm for not accepting Rhaenyra. I hated Viserys for changing his mind at the very last moment.

We were almost free.

We fall asleep on the floor, with our hearts raining from our eyes, clinging to each other.

I wake up with a blanket placed upon us. I suspect Helaena had visited us. Usually Aegon and I tried our best to not let her see us like lovers, to protect his sweet sister from any more hurt. But she knew about us. Yet she would let me into her room and would even be friendly to me. She allowed her kids to get to know me too. She had too much kindness to spare.

I also see the crown placed on the bed, along with Blackfyre and a change of clothes for both of us. This further confirmed it must have been Helaena, she would be the only one to think of me, despite the events that happened yesterday.

Aegon awakes shortly, and we sit in silence for a bit. His hand intertwined with mine, our backs against the bed. We prolong the moment before he has to face the crown and the sword as much as we can.

“Remember our first morning together?” He speaks softly.

“You make it sound like this is our last.” I respond and he chuckles.

“Far from it.” There is a brief silence. “Do you remember?”

“I do, Aegon.” I lower my head. We were so much younger then. So much more careless, more brave. “We were afraid then too.”

“I was never afraid with you.” He squeezes my hand and I close my eyes. “I was afraid what my mother would do to you if she were to find us.”

“Yet she never did.” Until yesterday, I think to myself.

“She paid little attention to me.” I look at Aegon now, to see him staring ahead, lost in the memories and I can only hope they are the good ones.

Maybe he remembers the morning of waking up with me in his arms, the quiet laughs we shared, the love made soon after. We were drunk on each others kisses then, young and without much responsibility. I mentioned running away to him, as a joke at first.

It was the first time we dreamt about it. Taking Sunfyre and flying off into the sunset. Being young forever, free as a wind. Always in love, always laughing.

“I love you, Y/N.” I look at Aegon, much older now. My heart still loves him the same.

“I know.” My voice breaks a little, which makes him shift his gaze to me. “I will always be at your side.”

“I know.” He glances back at the crown. “And it’s the first time I’m afraid.”

“There must be something we can do to prevent a war.” I plead.

“I am your King, Y/N. I will figure it out.” He sighs, letting his hand slip out of mine.

I watch as he stands up and starts undressing, slipping out of his coronation clothes. I admire his build for a moment as he gives me a smirk, but it’s soon gone as he grabs the change of clothes his sister brought us. I stand up too, just as he fiddles with the crown in his hands. I remember the weight and the coldness of the steel.

I take it from his hands and place it on his head again, pulling him in for a kiss.

“You have always been my King.” I say, smiling against his lips, trying to hold this moment just for a little longer.

But there is a knock on his door. A small council meeting.

And our safe little haven of dreams is destroyed once more, and my King has to go and be the King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kigdoms and the Protector of the Realm.

A/N: I am absolutely obsessed with writing Aegon. This scene has been playing in my head for a little while so I am glad to finally get it out on paper. I want to clarify I dont hate Alicent and dont exactly want to portray her as a horrible mother, but from the perspective of Y/N and Aegon, perhaps, she is.

Please feel free to leave your opinion on this little imagine either here or at my AMA i am always curious to what people think. Thank you for reading <3

#aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen #aemond targaryen #princess helaena #hotd #house of dragon imagine #house of the dragon #aegon imagine #aegon fluff #aegon angst #aegon x y/n #i always hate tagging my posts #idk why i feel so awkward #anyways #hotd imagines

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yshtal · 2 years

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luv the idea of an elvhen inquisitor who gets worse as solas gets better - an inquisitor, initially, so optimistic about this world, a dalish herald who wants so badly to be a sign of peace and good and kindness in the world, broken down by the constant assault of andrastian idealism that they face, by the pitying looks on mother giselle’s face, as though they can’t possibly understand the religious implications, the poor little rabbit. an inquisitor who protests, at every turn, the idea of belonging to a human Maker, whose beliefs in the gods of their people are always belittled as lesser, as uninformed, as wild and feral and childish, by a chantry that expects its worship, that feels it owed. give me solas becoming more human and an elven herald becoming more unraveled, more angry, more desperate to shake the image of the human god whose shadow they walk in.

god, imagine solas, realizing, for the first time, that these people might be real enough to care about, at the same time that a dalish herald realizes that there isn’t enough left to save.

give me an angry inquisitor, righteous and whole, clutching at their own gods and goddesses, grinding their heels in against a world that would see it erased. give me a herald who hears the chant and seethes, who would, in the end, bring the whole world down if it meant, fundamentally, never being treated as lesser for their belief in the religion of their people, never being hailed as the horseman of an unfamiliar and irrelevant god, and never, gods willing, hearing that goddamn shemlen song about the dawn coming again

#dai #dragon age inquisition #herald of andraste #lavellan #this is a mother giselle hate account #GOD I just love an inquisitor that is furious about their circumstances #like can you IMAGINE waking up and suddenly you’re catholic #solas

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