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beauleifu · 2 years

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Hello! I like your writing and I would like to ask a request if your taking them at this time. It would be Mayor x reader (gender neutral). (I'm pretty sure it could count as fluff?? I'm not really sure😅)

The prompt is this: the Mayor and the reader have known each other for a while now, and he comes to visit them often. However the reader has a pretty risky job, being a sort of mercenary/freelance sort of work. While the Mayor isn't aware of how dangerous their job is, he does know it sometimes keeps them away from home for days at a time. One day the Mayor is at their house waiting for them, they had texted him saying that they'd be home by that night and they could hang out once they got there. So he's waiting for the reader, until he hears a noise coming from their bathroom. Thinking it's a home intruder, he goes into the bathroom only to see the reader; bloodied up and injured from a bad day at work. They were rummaging through their drawers looking for medical supplies they had on hand. So the Mayor helps to treat their wounds.

Apologies if this is written confusingly, feel free to ignore this if so.

First off, thanks so much! I love writing and this prompt is SO GOOD, I've kinda twisted it a tad so reader is like a freelance assassin of a sort, not specified, but i hope it meets your expectations

Roughly 2k oneshot, enjoy!! <3

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MAYOR X READER

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: Working as a freelancer does come with its perks, but tonight has sadly betrayed you. After offering to have the Mayor over and failing to welcome him properly, you're now sitting in your bathroom, trying to make the most of your decidedly horrible day. Job is job. (The ask also provides some context <3)

TW: Blood, language, panic attack, assassin topics

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Damnit!

With a frustrated sort of grunt, you yank off a strip of bandages from the roll, your hands shaking with effort. Unfortunately, your client had failed to inform you about the bodyguards surrounding your target. Funny how such an important detail could be missed.

The consequence has left you with more injuries than you care to count.

Just your luck.

Plus, you'd invited the Mayor - one of your good friends - over to hang out, and he's no doubt already at your door. He's the type to either be early or exactly on time.

It couldn't be any more misfortunate. Time is the bane of your existence. You'd stumbled back home with a wounded shoulder (gunshot, probably), and had barely won a knife fight as you tried to escape (resulting in a few cuts). The operation had failed; your client will indeed be unsatisfied with the still-alive target, but you value your own life over other's desires.

"F-Fuck-" You bite your lip and hiss with pain as you try to apply some rubbing alcohol to the wounds.

There's a large slash to your side that needs immediate attention, but the pain is proving to be almost too great. Sure, wounds come with the mercenary package, and you're used to that.

But your clients normally tell you everything.

The new one is a rookie and all together a disappointment.

People hire you to kill their enemies; those who have wronged them or prove to be too much of a nuisance to their plans. Those unlucky few are reported to you, and a contract is sealed in favor of the target's elimination. Basically, you do the higher-up's dirty work for them.

The Mayor doesn't know this.

And hopefully, if you wear a bunch of layers tonight, he'll never find out.

So your in your bathroom, trying to stop the flow of blood seeping from your wounds. Cuts to your arms, side, and oh hell that bullet to your left shoulder is killing you.

Why are people so stupid!?

Why couldn't the stupid client tell you the target had bodyguards?!

You grit your teeth hard enough to crack a tooth.

It's too much.

You can't-

Suddenly, something reaches your ears. You pause everything, hands frozen at your side and soaked in your own blood. Footsteps are approaching the bathroom door - footsteps you recognize. Oh, fuck.

Three, gentle raps sound on your door. "(Y/N)? Are you in there?"

It's the Mayor.

Of course it's the fucking Mayor. The demon practically breathes bad timing. You suck in a deep, shuddering breath, eyes blurry with pain as you collapse against the wall furthest from the door. There's no way to conceal your presence now; he's well aware and won't leave you alone. "G-Give me a second-"

A hiss of pain slips through your teeth; the cost of speaking is doing numbers to your side injury.

Silence.

Only the soft dripping of your blood hitting the floor can be heard.

"Is the faucet leaking?"

So the Mayor can obviously hear it, then. You close your eyes, fighting for a sliver of strength. "N-No, I . . . n-no . . . I'm gonna have to . . . cancel . . ."

Meaningless words escape you, the intentions being to ask the Mayor to come another day. The prospect of entertaining him in the state your in simply isn't feasible.

Click!

The bathroom door is suddenly enveloped in an icy blue hue. It steals your breath away; you watch with wide eyes as it twists, magically unlocking, and swinging open. How that happened is unimportant.

What's important is the demon standing in the doorway.

The Mayor's blank, white eyes slide onto your broken and bloodied figure, his own neat and tidy in his signature pinstripe suit.

You swallow dryly.

"I-It's not what it looks like-"

His smile suddenly sharpens at the sight of you, becoming twisted and deranged, his eyes flashing with blue. A gust of blue wind blows past you, making you wince and close your eyes.

It's fine.

He's merely clearing the perimeter of any threats. You're used to this.

However, what makes it so anxiety inducing is that it means your injuries are serious. Especially if it seems to alarm the bone demon himself.

You fight the panic, heart hammering in your chest.

He found you.

He'll find out how dangerous your job is, the reason you'd be absent for days on end.

"OUT!" You yelp, clutching the gash on your side with your uninjured arm, the other hanging limp at your side. "G-Get out, I'm fine!"

This is bad. The way your heart's beating is just making the blood flow faster from your words. Eyes wide and riddled with pain and anxiety, you stumble upright. The room sways with your erratic movements.

A hand snatches your wrist. The Mayor's eyes are firm. "That's enough."

"Wha-"

"Sit down," he instructs, taking action so fast it renders you shell-shocked. You hardly resist when the Mayor settles you gently on the bathroom floor.

"I-I'm fine-" You gasp, thoughts foggy and disorganized.

The Mayor's smile is absent as he gathers what little medical supplies you've managed to supply, and perhaps it's that small detail which gives you pause. For now, you sit on the ground without another word, trying to focus on calming down. Gazing dully at the demon, you watch as he unrolls a bit of bandages and brings whatever else down with him as he kneels beside you.

Eyes wide and serious, he takes your chin and tilts your head towards him. "Look at me."

You do so.

The fight is all but lost, anyways.

There's no point in resisting the assistance you obviously require - not like you could, anyways. How helpless you feel, limp on the floor like a ragdoll.

The Mayor searches your eyes for a second, assessing things unknown to you.

Something flickers in his gaze; he gently presses his hand to the bullet wound on your shoulder, eyes hardened and focused.

Pain.

It flares through your body like a fucking wildfire.

"Stop!" You scream, twisting away from the awful, white-hot agony pulsing from the Mayor's hand. Tears blur your vision, your head feels light, your heart seeming to stop. It's too much. "Stop it-!"

A hand to your chin drags you back to reality. The Mayor forces your head back to him.

"Look at me," he growls.

You swallow, positively shaking with pain and panic.

Eyes never leaving yours, the Mayor presses his hand to your shoulder once again. You wince, gasping out, but the demon shushes you gently. "Enough. Just breathe, (Y/N). I'm simply extracting the bullet from the wound."

You have to squint to stay focused. The Mayor's hand is cold against your skin, pulsing with an icy blue magic.

After a moment of gritting your teeth against the pain, the feeling recedes slightly. A dull throbbing is all that's left, and you blink wearily up at Lady Bone Demon's henchman.

He merely holds up a bloody bullet between two fingers.

The smile is back.

You're going to be just fine.

"F-Fuck you," you gasp, unaware of how your fingers have slid through his (the one previously holding your chin), and gripping tightly.

He hums, clearly unbothered by your tactless insult. Instead, he takes up a damp rag and begins washing the blood off.

"May I ask what resulted in all these injuries?"

You close your eyes.

He's a demon. An incredibly powerful demon, who no doubt has ended countless lives over reasons we shall never disclose. The news that you work as a freelancer probably won't stun him as bad as you'd previously feared. In the end, you decide to scrap your anxiety.

"Work," you mumble, and it's silent except for the few noises of discomfort on your end.

The Mayor blinks slowly, eyeing you carefully. But the rag never recedes from your wounds. "I see. . . . Does this happen often?"

"No . . . it was just - just a mix-up."

A long, thoughtful hum meets your words, but your eyes are closing. Your heart is slowing down. It seems as though the bullet in your shoulder was the cause of all your pain, and now it's gone.

Or perhaps you've gone numb, your body deciding to spare you.

Either way, you don't care.

You're tired.

"I think I'll stay a little longer tonight," the Mayor says suddenly, smile somewhat forced. "I'm afraid I can't leave you like this."

"I don't care," you huff, then take another breath. "I've had worse."

"Oh, I can imagine," he returns dryly.

So he's not taking shit from you. Well, that's just fine and dandy. You try to resist his help a few more times, but the demon is quick to shut you down. And, after you've showered to wash the blood off and he's mopped up the crimson remains of your little adventure off the bathroom floor, you're both sitting on the couch in the living room. You; a disheveled, battered mess of a human being with baggy clothes to accommodate for your wounds, and the Mayor.

As always, your companion is dressed to perfection with a smile to complete the look. This time around, however, his smile is forced and strained.

You know why.

What should he think after discovering you so close to death in the bathroom? Covered in blood (most of it your own)?

So you glance apologetically at the demon sitting next to you. The TV is forgotten for the moment. "Hey. I, uh . . . I'm sorry. For coming home all banged up."

"I wasn't worried," he replies simply.

Something tells you that's a lie. Your frown deepens, and you stare at your hands in shame. "Sorry I scared you."

"I was more confident in my ability to heal you than fretting over your survival."

"I'm sorry for lying?"

At this, the Mayor offers a more gentle smile. "My dear, everyone has their secrets! There's no harm in keeping the few that pose a threat to others to ourselves," he ads mysteriously, white eyes twinkling with amusement.

You return the smile faintly, hugging yourself in your pajamas. The pain is almost gone, now; the bone demon had used his magic to heal the biggest wounds, and now you're partly mummified.

"Okay. Thanks for helping me."

"You would've died had I not," the Mayor says casually.

"Yeah." You glance sideways, gently feeling the areas in which your injuries are located. Everything will heal in time.

The TV becomes the sole noise for a bit.

Then, the Mayor directs his attention to you once more. You'd think he has an offer for sleep, considering the time, but his next words confirm your suspicions incorrect. "I assume your injuries will render you fatefully unavailable for any future freelancing for awhile, correct?"

You falter. "But . . . I need work."

"I'm afraid you need to heal, my dear!" The Mayor says, grinning widely. It's a grin that warns you not to object.

"Ah . . . And I suppose you'll want to be my caretaker?"

The threat in his expression softens, and the Mayor's eyes fix on the TV, satisfied with your question. "Indeed. I have nothing better to do, anyways."

"Lucky me," you snort.

He hums in agreement. "Yes, you would've-"

"Died without you, I'm aware," you interrupt, suddenly grinning. For the next few weeps at least, you'll be under the care of your good friend. It's not a bad feeling that fills you up; in fact, you're excited to spend more time with the Mayor. "You must love repeating yourself., dude."

"Mock me, won't you? Freelancing isn't the only activity that results in injury."

"Ooh, I'm scared."

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silvercrane14 · 3 months

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Me after you sopped up the blood

Yeah <333

#tucking you in #crane answers #jolteon ⚡️#no image id

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jinx-blackout-84 · 8 months

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Goonight guys <3

I hope you sleep well. I hope you know that you are perfect. You are perfect if you're not as funny as normal. You're perfect if you didnt talk to a single person today. You are perfect if you were mean. You are perfect if didn't write a single sentence or put a single line onto and art piece or a poem. You are perfect if you ignored every text you got. You are perfect if you didn't do a single assignment. You are perfect if you didn't get a second of work done. You are perfect if you didn't leave your bed. You are perfect if you didn't do your job. You are perfect if you didn't make money today. You are worth more than what you can make, what you can do, and how those things can be sold. You are worth more than how much money you can make and how quickly you can create something to be sold. Do not let anyone tell you that your only value is what money you can make, that your only purpose is what bills you can pay. You are amazing. You are beautiful. You are handsome. And you are good.

I hope you drink some water.

I hope you eat food.

I hope you finish your assignments and get work done.

I hope you can write and paint and sing and draw and build and create and make art.

Byt even if you didn't, you are valuable, you are worthy, and you are loved.

Goodnight <3

#Tucking you in #And writing you a little letter to put in your lunch #And hiding little notes under your pillow #And putting sticky notes everywhere to remind you I care #Because you are good enough #You are wonderful #And you deserve love #Goodnight <3 #I love you <3 #Goodnight post

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gessshoku · 1 year

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Hi Gess 🥱

Ello! Im actually going to sleep right now so come on dear, let’s go sleep okay?

#tucking you in #giving smooch on your head #sweet dreams everyone!!!#gess box of cookies

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fandoms-spamdom · 2 years

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entering sleepy mode

IT’S 2 AM-

#YOU HAVE TO BE UP IN 5 HOURSSSSSSS #Tucking you in

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biggest-gaudiest-patronuses · 8 months

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Of the 19 hijackers who carried out the Sept 11 attacks:

15 were from Saudi Arabia (a powerful/oil-rich country the U.S. works hard to maintain diplomatic relations with)

2 were from the United Arab Emirates (also a powerful/oil-rich country the U.S. works hard to maintain diplomatic relations with)

1 was from Egypt, 1 from Lebanon.

None of the hijackers were from Iraq.

None of the Sept 11 hijackers were Iraqi.

None of the 9/11 hijackers were from Iraq.

#9/11 #serious post #not a shitpost #this should be one of the first things kids learn when they learn about the 9/11 attacks #politics #this is just...it's such an essential and brazen fact and i rarely see basic outrage over it #i want outrage. i want fury. i want disgust over the way fundamental facts are disguised and discarded and downplayed #because there are things we should KNOW. basic fact we should ALL KNOW. and they are tucked away in the footnotes.#and no this is NOT to put the blame on other middle eastern countries #we know this was carried out by a specific terrorist organization not a national government #but King George the Second decided (and was encouraged by his cabinet!) to invade a nation!#a nation that was not at all related or responsible!!!#a dictatorship to be sure--but a dictatorship that King George the First had been happy to support #so what changed? why did we go in guns blazing to DEMOLISH a country *we had NO PLANS OF REPAIRING*???#well. because they wanted a villain didn't they. a nice clean war. clarity of purpose. us the heroes against them the villains #and when you're in that mindframe--truth is irrelevant. you can pick your villain (your victim) by rolling a roulette wheel #truth is irrelevant #worse: to the people in charge #truth is a HINDRANCE #'Alternative facts' existed long before it became a catchphrase #facts don't matter. truth doesn't matter. the impulses of a handful of volatile & rich & power-high people--that's History. congratulations

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sukunasteeth · 1 month

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Sukuna Dyes His Hair

You were just teasing him.

"Pink like a petite little rose."

"Shut it."

They were just play-fighting words. Part of an attempt to poke the bear that never seemed to bite at you.

"Pink like a sweet strawberry."

"Strawberries are red."

Sukuna had had you in his lap, lazy with a long day of work weighing on his bones. He watched you dote on him with a tired smile, too exhausted to mind your fingers lovingly brushing at tufts of his hair. Usually he'd swat at a touch as careful as the one you were giving him, but there were moments, like this one, where he seemed to soak up your tenderness.

"Pink like a baby kitten's nose." You cooed.

"Jesus." He groaned, rolling his eyes.

Maybe it was the ending boop to his own nose that made him finally snatch you up and tackle you to the mattress.

Maybe that's why one day later, you're staring at him standing outside of a restaurant, leaning against his motorcycle with stark black hair.

He's grinning at you, knowing that he's won the little game as he always does, with overkill.

It was a promised date night, one you had been planning for a few weeks now. Sukuna never had the same days off that you did, but the stars happened to align for you to go out to dinner together and you leapt at his invitation.

After he spots you from across the parking lot, Sukuna stubs his cigarette beneath his boot and starts over to you. You can tell in the way his eyes devilishly glimmer that he's excited to see your expression.

You're in too much shock not to give him exactly what he wants.

"Hi~" He purrs when he nears you, reaching a hand out for one of your own. You offer it subconsciously, moving automatically since your brain seemed to be sputtering. His rings are cold against your fingers, but even their icy bite is not enough to stir you back to the present. He tugs you into his embrace, looping an arm around your lower waist and pressing you into him. He’s warm despite the chill on his fingertips. When he's got you secured to him, he tilts his head at you, waiting for your response.

"Hi." You whisper, blinking up at him.

You know he thinks you're going to hate it. You know he thinks you're going to give him a pout- tell him how heartbroken you are to see his natural hair go. That was undoubtedly the punchline of his stupid joke. You've told him numerous times how much you loved his hair and every part of him that made him Sukuna... So why is your mouth suddenly watering?

“What d'ya think?” He runs his fingers through it, showing it off to you as if your eyes aren’t already glued to the newly darkened locks.

It suits him just as well as his natural hair color does, but the black brings out the deep, rich color of his eyes and makes prominent the tattoos framing his face. People always tell you that Sukuna’s stare intimidated them, and you never felt it yourself until then.

You swallow past your heartbeat, which you can suddenly feel in your throat. Sukuna notices, and his mischievous grin turns wolfish.

"Oh, you like it. Don't you?" He murmurs. Reaching up, he presses your slightly agape mouth closed so that he can place a chaste kiss to your shell-shocked lips. The smell of tobacco and expensive cologne has you in an even more intoxicated daze, rendering you boneless in his hold. His next words are a heated whisper, for your ears only.

"I usually only manage to take the words out of your mouth when you're strapped to my bed. This gotcha that good, little doe?"

#jjk #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #jjk x reader #little oneshot to tuck you in #shoud I do part two? hmmm #black-haired sukuna #does things to me #im at his beck and call #on my knees #maybe that's for part two lol #my writing

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gotchibam · 4 months

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May this lil chunky-chu bring joy & more blessings upon you this holiday! ✨

#artists on tumblr #pokemon #pikachu #gotchibam arts #merry christmas & happy holidays!!#hope y'all are having a good time w/ your loved ones!#and if not I hope this doodle can bring even just a lil sense of comfort #*tucks this lil chunky-chu beside you*#<3

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velnna · 6 months

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#dropping these things at 1am like im tucking you to bed #astarion #staeve #bg3

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kizzer55555 · 21 days

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DP x DC: The Most Dangerous Card Game

Ok so Danny has essentially claimed earth as his. And he is fully aware that there are constant threats to the planet. Now he can’t stop a threat that originates on earth (that’s something he’ll leave to the Justice league) but he can do something about outside threats. Doing some research on ancient spells, rituals, and artifacts, he cast a world wide barrier on the planet to protect it from hostile threats so they cannot enter. This will prevent another Pariah Dark incident. However, barriers like this come at a price. You see, there are two ways to make a barrier. Either make one powered up by your own energy and power (which would be constantly draining) or set up a barrier with rules. The way magic works is that nothing can be absolutely indestructible. It must have a weakness. The most powerful barriers weren’t the ones reinforced with layer after layer of protective charms and buffed up with power. Those could eventually be destroyed either by being overpowered, wearing them down, or by cutting off the original power source. No, the most powerful barriers were the ones with a deliberate weakness. A barrier indestructible except for one spot. A cage that can only be opened from the outside. Or that can only be passed with a key or by solving a riddle. So Danny chooses this type of barrier and does the necessary ritual and pours in enough power to make it. And he adds his condition for anyone to enter.

Now the Justice league? Find out about the barrier when Trigon attempts to attack, they were preparing after he threatened what he would do once he got to earth. How he would destroy them. The Justice league tried to take the fight to him first but were utterly destroyed, so they retreated home to tend to their injuries, and fortify earth for one. Last. Stand. Only when Trigon makes his big entrance…he’s stopped.

The Justice league watch in awe as this thin see-through barrier with beautiful green swirls and speckled white lights like stars apears blocking Trigon and his army’s advance. The barrier looks so thin and fragile yet no matter how hard the warlord hits, none of his attacks can get through and neither can he damage said barrier. That’s when Constantine and Zatanna recognizes what this barrier is. Something only a powerful entity could create. For a moment, the league is filled with hope that Trigon can’t get through yet Constantine also explains that it’s not impenetrable. And clearly Trigon knows this too for he calls out a challenge.

And that’s when, in a flash of light, a tiny glowing teenager appears. He looked absolutly minuscule compared to Trigon and yet practically glowed with power (this isn’t a King Danny AU though).

And that is when the conditions for passing the barrier are revealed. And the Justice realize that the only thing stopping Trigon and his army from decimating earth. The only way he can get through….is by beating this glowing teenager in a card game.

Not just any card game though. The most convoluted game Sam, Danny, and Tucker invented themselves. It’s like the infinite realms version of magic the gathering, combined with Pokémon, and chess. And Danny is the master. So sit down Trigon and let’s play.

(The most intense card game of the Justice league’s life).

After Danny wins, this happens a few more times with outer word beings and possibly even demons attempting to invade earth, yet none have been able to beat the mysterious teenager in a card game. Constantine might even take a crack at it and try to figure out how to play. He’s really bad though. Every time this happens, the Justice league worry that this might be the time the teenager looses. Yet every time, he wins (even if only barely).

Meanwhile, Danny, Sam, and Tucker have gotten addicted to the game and play it almost daily. Some teachers might seem them playing the game are are like ‘awww how cute’ not realizing this game is literally saving the world. Jazz is just happy they aren’t spending as much time on their screens playing Doomed.

#DPxDC #dcxdp #Danny makes a card game to save the world.#Technically he worded the ritual so that they had to ‘beat’ him as those are the most powerful barriers and most reliable.#keys can just get lost or stolen (like the one to Pariah’s Coffin)#A riddle would be useless once someone figured out the answer. Like how no one takes the sphynx seriously anymore.#(Sorry Tuck. But it’s true).#And there is NO WAY Danny is just leaving a hole open for anyone to pass through. No thank you!#So…beating him. But it’s not like Danny wanted to fight so…he edited the ritual a TINY bit. Card games are good. Much less painful too.#Danny Tucker and Sam made the most complicated card game they could imagine.#It’s based on their strategies for fighting ghosts. Capturing them in thermoses. And MUCH based on a on field battle strategy.#It often requires spontaneous thinking on the spot. So Danny? In his ELEMNT. It doubles as practice for his actual ghost battles too.#They had SO much fun making this.#Sam added an entire series of plant cards that act as traps and healing ointments and duds that just take up the field.#Tucker added legitimate hyroglyphics combined with Latin as well as English and ghost speak.#Yes. You actually have to speak that language to play. With proper pronunciation. (Amity Parker’s think the three are talking gibberish.)#I headcanon Sam and Tucker are fluent in Ghost.#Constantine WILL figure this game out SO HELP HIM!#Some of the cards also have combinations related to constellations either in name or placement on the board.#By the way the board is based on a Hexagonal summoning circle with Rhunes along the edges #And the placement of the cards on the board and on what rhune MATTERS.#Also the cards move disintegrate and have certain abilities. Think of Harry Potter Wizard Chess.#But they are normal when Danny plays at school. This is just for ✨effect✨ Against invaders.#Danny faces multiple opponents. He also halts alien invasions.#While Danny COULD stop crime on earth he’s not sure how to fight a normal human and hold back so he sticks to ghosts.#The Justice league are going crazy trying to figure out who this entity is and after deep research are convinced this is some sort of #Ancient being who has protected earth for millenia. They have paintings on ruins and everything.#Danny is not aware they think this.#Raven starts praying to Danny as if he is a god and wrangles the other Teen Titans into doing so as well. Danny is still unaware of this.#Danny is not a King or an ancient. Just a very VERY strong ghost.

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