#Dad vlad my beloved

[captain-krow-drozdov]

Every Time I See De-aged Dan And Dani With Tired Dad!Danny Fics All I Can Think Of Is Just-

Danny, Motioning To De-aged 5-ish Year Old Dani With His "Worlds Okayest Dad Template" Mug That Dani Gave Him: This Is My Beloved Clone Daughter Who We Had To De-age For Health Reasons.

Danny, Motioning With His Other Hand To An Angry Looking Toddler: And This Is My Sorta Son Dan Who Was De-aged For His Crimes And Mental Health Reasons.

And Since Both Dan And Dani Are Kinda Half Vlads Fault-

Danny, Staring Into The Camera Like It's The Office: Don't Ask Me About Their Other Father I Will Get That Restraining Order.

[justv0id]

DP+HEADCANONS

I was browsing through some posts when I found this picrew and thought "Hey, I really like Vall's DC headcanons (or at least Batfamily's), so why don't I make a Danny Phantom headcanons post to match?"

So here we are.

To begin with, let's establish the Everlasting Trio because there's no way, very iconic and wonderful together, and a pinch of Ghost King/Prince Danny.

With this, I like to think that, cuz they're always so close to Danny, before and after the right to the throne, Sam and Tucker, being exposed to the strooong ectoplasm he emits, would become even more liminal than the others Amity Parkers, this with the help of Tucker being the reincarnation of Duulaman and Sam being the heir to Undergrowth (I feel disgusted every time I remember what he did to her in the episode, cuz, personal trauma, so I refuse to accept this canon and that's why in my head he was actually pampering her the whole time to be able to convince her to be his daughter).

Because of this liminality and Danny's strong ectoplasm, they would develop powers and/or the powers they kind of already have of their own would become stronger.

I like to think that with this their appearance would change a little, Danny by the power of Ghost King/Prince and Sam and Tucker by liminality, just some subtle changes but they are noticeable, like for example, pointy ears! (I love the "Danny the elf" thing and yes, I'm going to drag Sam and Tucker into this, nothing will stop me! Except Vall definitely maybe- BUT- but, he likes it too so it's okay).

So, like, I don't think it will change much whether the DP and DC universes are the same or not in your view, but they could be considered metas or aliens or magical creatures(?) to someone outside, it depends a lot on their aura I think.

And you know, as much as I may love the concept of Jack and Maddie "giving up" on their obsession for their son, their beloved child and becoming/triyng to be better parents, I'm kind of corrupted already, you know?

The bad reveal is a classic in this fandom already and sometimes I even find myself like " 🤡🤨😒" when I go to read a fic and it has the tag "Good Reveal" or "Good Parents Jack and Maddie Fenton" which is honestly kinda VERY CONCERNING if you think about it-

But anyway, if there is revelation, it's bad, very bad, vivissection and all.

Also as much as I like a redeemed Vlad, I also like to see him have all the shit he put Danny through come back to him. You know, IT IS CALLED KARMA, YOU BITCH!

Ahem ahem, pardon :)

But for Dan case, oh my boy, I want him to have redemption, I want him to cling to this little drop of a person that is Dani and to do therapy with Jazz. Besides the sparrings with Danny, obviously.

Coming back now, where am I going with this? Bad Revelation, Revenge on Vlad and Dan redeemed? Of course it's the crossover part!

Anyway, then, a mentally exhausted Danny from school fights Vlad, but thanks to the new strength that comes with the right to the ghost throne and Sam and Tucker's new powers (Which I think everyone agrees that for Sam it's like Poison Ivy-style power but to a greater degree not only affecting plants but animals as well, and for Tucker being powers based on those Pharaoh and mummies stuff and such and the classic technokinesis!) he FINALLY manages to trap Vlad in the Thermos, Tucker quickly seals this blessed Thermo in the base of welding and then Danny throws it in Walker's prison.

And then, now tired mentally and physically, he goes home, but oops! he didn't pay attention because of tiredness and got caught in the middle of transformation! And then the basic chase before he is captured and imprisoned in the lab.

But gosh, just his torture (which lasts a long time because Jazz is out busy with... eh, I don't know, and Sam and Tucker are worried and looking, but they are a little far away) wasn't enough, they caught Dani, and he started to despair, because there's no way he's going to let dad and mom Jack and Maddie touch his daughter little sister, but he can't move, can't do anything, and then they catch Dan, and Danny still can't do anything to help them, trying to draw attention to himself doesn't work (Hehe classic angst my dears).

Dani and Dan are so badly hurt by the Fenton doctors that they retreat into the cores, but since the cores are practically indestructible, and the Fentons have never even come close to studying one, their weapons don't work and don't hurt them. So the attendant is back with Danny.

But then Jazz, Tucker and Sam break into the lab to rescue the three Dannies, barely getting out while Jazz stays to slow them down. Some time ago, they managed to close the portal that was in the Fentons' basement and prevent it from working again, so Sam and Tucker have to race with the Dannies to Vlad's portal (I don't remember exactly what happened when he became president of Amity Park, but I'm going to say that he moved the portal to the city with him for pure plot convenience) but when they are about to go through, the doctors arrive, and then there is a small conflict until Jazz manages to push the trio into the portal and destroys it, but in an inadequate way, thus also destroying their home dimension (Yey more angst)

Sam and Tucker then go to CW to seek help. He cures Danny, or at least about 60% because he says he needs to cure the rest himself for his own good, and that unfortunately Dani and Dan won't be able to leave their cores anytime soon if they aren't incubated. So, stop! Danny is pregnant and then CW puts them in the DC universe, it can be in Gotham or anywhere else they want, it doesn't matter, the only thing that matters is that now they will live there together.

And that's where that Picrew I mentioned comes in, since I made the appearances of the Everlasting Trio+Twins Dani and Dan+Surprise for an AU like this.

For me, they arrived in Gotham right around the time Bruce was starting to come out as Batman or when Jason was Robin, I can't decide. But anyway, the fact is, they are in a new universe with Danny at his literal 60% carrying two cores with him, so when they discover more about this world a little with their powers, they decide to be discreet, and even with that, they also let themselves be registered as metahumans to avoid problems if they use their powers, but of course in the records the written powers are much simpler and weaker than the real thing.

Anyway, I think they would all work at WE but in different sectors (obviously), or have independent or simple businesses or something like that.

Now let's move on to appearances!

first of all, Daniel James Shade "Danny" Fenton Nightgale

Here as you can see, Danny has a lighter eye because of the incident, if there was an option for a lightning scar in the picrew I would also put it, this lighter eye of his only has about 75% of the vision.

You have to wear a single lens in that eye, he may not wear it, but it is inconvenient most of the time.

His hair is longer, and yes, I gave him the anime dead mom hairstyle, sue me. His hair used to be black, but over time, because of his great power, and the fact that his ghostly side is bleeding into his human form, his hair has turned about 70 to 80% white. Sam and Tucker like it, Sam says it's cool and Tucker says he remembers some anime character but can't remember who (😉)

The necklace and earring are a set he has with Sam and Tucker.

Piercing just because.

Makeup done by Sam, but is learning.

He also renounces his birth middle and surname, changing them as soon as he could. He only doesn't change his name because he got used to it (of course he did) and cause he learned from Jazz that she was the one who suggested his name.

Nightgale is a name that the Trio invented together and use, so as not to get too big with the three two surnames together.

He is called "Mama" by the children. And "D" and "Darling" by Sam and Tucker.

He/them

Samantha Ingrid "Sam" Nightgale

As I said, necklace and earrings are a set.

Piercing just because.

She dyed her hair completely purple, but after a while the liminal side of her powers also bled into her form, so now there's green in it, Danny likes it and says it's pretty, Tucker likes it too, but he also calls her eggplantie cuz of it tho-

And as always, she is gothic, and now, she does makeup for others with the help of [surprise, wait a little longer]

She is called "Mom" by the children. And "Sammy" and "Honey" by Tucker and Danny.

She/her

Tucker Rick "Tuk" Nightgale

Braided and colored hair, Sam did the braids and Danny helped pick the color.

Piercing just because.

Again, the necklace and the earrings are a set.

I made up the middle name because I couldn't find it anywhere.

Now he wears lenses more regularly than glasses.

Makeup done with Sam's help, he knows how to do it himself but normally when he makes lines like that he can't replicate them, but Sam can.

He is called "Dad" by the children. And "Tuk" and "Babe" by Sam and Danny.

He/him

Dante Ruth "Dan" Nightgale

Because he was incubated by Danny, he was born with white hair.

He has no memories of before, but he vaguely has some deja vus, his personality remains practically 98% the same.

He is quite influenced by Sam, that's why he dyed his hair her colors.

Piercing just because.

He still has a clear eye with 75% vision because it is a mark on his and Danny's core from the incident.

He helps Sam with the makeup with [surprise, wait just a little longer]

Glasses because you don't really like the idea of using a single lens on your eye, so you prefer glasses with two lenses of different degrees, it's more comfortable.

He is called "Dan", "Dandan" and "Dear". And also "Big brother" and "Bro".

He/him

Eleanor Dawn "Ellie" Nightgale

No problem with the eye because was born a halfa even though she was a clone cuz she didn't had to die and revive to, so there is no mark on the core.

Born with white hair because she was incubated by Danny.

Like Dan, he has no exact memories of the past, just deja vus, and his personality has remained largely intact.

He is more influenced by Tucker, so he dyed his hair his color.

Piercing just because.

They wears sunglasses almost all the time, even at night, because 1) she likes them, 2) he feels cool, 3) they wanna have something in common with Dante.

Makeup done by Dan.

When it's "she" she goes by the nickname "Ellie", when it's "he or they" he goes by the nicknames "Dawn" and "Noir", Dawn more commonly, but Noir is when he's with Dan, so as not to confuse the two. But she is also nicknamed "Little sister", "Big sister" and "Sis". And "Muffin".

She/him/they

And finally....THE SURPRISE!

Jordan Ezra Mary "Ez" Nightgale

They was born from Sam, and just biologically speaking, the father is Tucker.

But

They are more influenced by Danny :)

Heterochromia because I want.

There's no way he could remember before since she didn't even exist, but she likes the stories of her dad, mom and mama's chaotic adolescence.

Piercing just because.

They dyed their hair pink because they really likes the color very much.

Glasses because they inherited the short-sighted from Tucker and doesn't like contact lenses very much.

Do the makeup with Sam and Dan to the others.

She is called "Ez" and "Ezzie", and also "Little Sister" and "Sis". And "Sweetheart".

They/her

And that's it! I chose for the Trio to arrive between Batman's first year and Robin's time! Jason so that the children would already be born when Damian's time as Robin arrived cuz of shenanigans. :D

Like, just imagine if Ezra becomes friends with Damian, to the point of knowing about his family's night business, or already knows. And then some typical problem happened with a being from another dimension and when Dami vents to them, Ez is like "Oh my daddy can help you!"

And instead of them bringing a sorcerer or warlock or wizard like everyone thought it would be, Ezra brings the FUCKING DAMN HIGH KING OF THE INFINITE REALMS.

@valletydarwin here, a gift, ya can name the AU 🖤💜

The picrew

[lilianade-comics]

bestie i KEEP meaning to tell you, my #1 spotify wrapped song was one that i overplayed like crazy *entirely* because it reminded me of your girl out of time au. i'd just sit there imagining scenes and letting my imagination go hogwild. it was "prosthetic love" by typhoon but the important thing here is that you gave me severe brain worms with that au in the best possible way. it's still turning in my head like a rotisserie chicken. i love weird young accidental dad vlad with all my heart

This?? Coming from you? Means the absolute world to me! I still fairly regularly kick around elaborate, contextless angsty Vlad & Dani road trip reconciliation scenarios because your fic (we are) the faultline irreparably altered my brain chemistry.

I listened to Prosthetic Love and I completely see the vision. That's a cheese melt time travel found family song if I've ever heard one. (And goodness knows I've heard a lot of them, Girl Out of Time has a whole personal playlist of thematically appropriate 80s rock and angsty retrowave because I'm incapable of listening to music and not projecting them onto it).

Weird young accidental dad Vlad is beloved, I'm so glad you agree. He's a complete mess and so's Dani, but they're both pretending to be fine so the other doesn't ask questions. The lack of real communication makes their strange parent/child relationship rest comfortably in between half truths and half lies and a whole lot of omission, and yet it's more real than what Dani ran away from in 2006. It's no wonder she doesn't want to leave the past....

Anyway, thanks for sharing this!! It means a lot that people enjoy my AUs! (Especially this one, this one torments me :))

[nerditudes]

Dr D Wishlist

This is a list [but not comprehensive] of plots/crossovers/characters I'd love to have interact with Drakken. This isn't a list of the ONLY plots I want, but rather a reference in case folks are looking for one.

Shego - My beloved. She's morosexual and he's her idiot. I personally HC Drakken at 45 and Shego at 38/40 ish but I'm open to other writer's HCs on her age, provided she at least be in her thirites. I don't do big age gaps, that ain't my shit.

Shego and Drakken being domestic post Graduation. Maybe with their tip back into villainy. My Dr D keeps his plant powers and the flower ships him with Shego hard.

Dragko wedding? I'm not keen jumpin right into shipping but mains and frequent flyers get those lemme ship with you perks.

Platonic things! If Drakgo isn't your deal, that's AOK with me. Let her wingman him as he struggles to get back into dating.

Kim Possible - His NEMESIS. I can see Drakken waiting for her to be done with College before delving back into villainy again [he needs to be her priority that's how supervillainy works].

Softer moments between them would be great. Drakken is basically Kim's weird uncle and while he does wish to defeat her, he would prefer her in one piece for proper villainous gloating.

Drakken trying to be good? Maybe Kim tries her hand at reforming him-- goes into the psych field to help bridge the gap between her dad and her nemesis.

Ron is also welcome-- Drakken will likely go back to pretending he doesn't know who that guy is.

Professor Venomous - Crossover time! Honestly I can see Drakken frustrating this man just like Boxman. If you squint, it's the same dynamic. Any OK KO characters are welcome! I can just have Dr D be [yet another] villain in the universe.

SHIP WITH ME. [coughs] Listen-- I love the capable villain/clumsy villain trope. Venomous is hot AF and Drakken would suffer the GAYEST panic.

Scientific rivals? I'm here for Drakken getting territorial over his nemesis and pitching an absolute bitch fit when Venomous tries to KO KP.

I'm shameless ship with me.

Vlad Masters - MORE CROSSOVER SHENANIGANS. Honestly these two are so alike it hurts.

Shippity ship ships. Maybe a team up because DP and KP have a big ol crossover?

Seriously tho I can see Middleton hosting a Ghost Convention or something and the Fentons show up-- chaos ensues.

Drakken can join Vlad in hating on Jack and Vlad can join Drakken in hating on James.

[rainycat2]

Though I Could Not Stop For Death

Chapter Four: Execute the Plan / The Plan Goes Awry.

Gotham? 

Fucking whack.

You couldn’t even see the stars, for Ancient’s sakes. And it wasn’t like Danny wasn’t close to the sky, or anything, no, the hotel Vlad put them up in, Wayne Hotel, honestly, was one of the biggest and fanciest in the whole city.

And it was still clogged with god fucking damn smog.

Honestly, it was an affront. Not just to Danny as a ghost with a space obsession, because really, humanity needed to get it together and stop poisoning the Earth before that shit started leaking into and affecting the Realms, but as a Wayne.

The fuck is Bruce even doing with his billions?

(Being Batman is the obvious answer, but still. Switch to clean energy, for fuck’s sake.)

Regardless. If Danny was spiteful enough, he could have asked Undergrowth for a favor to pop out some clear skies for one night, but it wasn’t worth it to have the Ancient with a favor over him. So instead, Danny suffered, sitting on the ledge of the hotel roof, looking down at the city below contemplatively. He was far enough up that he could hear the city buzzing, most of it intentionally tuned out of his enhanced hearing, but not so much that he couldn’t hear anything. 

The fact that the woman appearing next to him on the ledge was silent enough that he didn’t notice her until she spoke?

Danny fully almost fell off the roof in surprise.

“Hello, young Prince--”

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Danny yelped, scrambling as he slipped, flight instantly kicking in to keep him from dropping. 

“No, just me,” Lady Gotham laughed, brushing her skirts down as she sat elegantly next to him. Though he’d never seen her before, he recognized her immediately-- soft, faintly glowing blue eyes over a black 1800’s-era mourning gown, a broach at the delicate lace collar around her throat. She smiled at him as he plopped back down, leaning over to smooth his hair back. “Goodness, you look so much like your father.”

Danny hummed slightly, tilting his head. “You know, I can’t really see it, but I’ll take your word for it.”

Lady Gotham just hummed, gently cupping his cheek as she studied him. “So much like your brother, but I can see the differences clearly. He looks like your mother, but you? Oh, so similar to my beloved Knight-- and not just in looks,” she teased. “You’ve come a long way since Clockwork came to me, telling me that my Knight’s son would need guidance.”

Danny blushed, the tips of his ears going a pale green. “Okay, okay,” he laughed, swinging his feet lazily. “So, you wanted to talk to me, right? Is it regarding the Bats, because I’m really trying to not piss off Batman.”

“In a sense,” Gotham hummed, looking over the city. She’ll point out a section of city, gesturing to the more dilapidated, beat-up buildings. “That section, called Crime Alley--”

“You’re shitting me.”

“I am not, now let me speak.” Danny’s mouth clicked together so fast you could hear it. “Crime Alley, or Park Row as it is officially called, is the territory of a young liminal, the Red Hood. I believe that he could be a potential Fright Knight for you, but I would ask a favor of you.” Gotham looked back to Danny, worry in her eyes. “He struggles with the corrupted ectoplasm of a Lazarus Pit, and I… I cannot help him. It is all I can do, at times, to provide what clean ectoplasm I can.”

Danny paused, looking towards Park Row contemplatively. “So… this guy’s got basically poison in his system, and you want me to go put him on basically a juice cleanse?”

“More or less,” Gotham acknowledged with a shrug. “You do rather have the tendency to cleanse the ectoplasm in your immediate area.”

“Fair.” Danny got to his feet, stretching lazily. “Okay, but a favor for a favor. Please, if you get the opportunity… Let me know if the Bats are getting too close, okay? I really don’t want to have to hash out the legality of my existence with my own dad.” He reached out, offering the City Spirit his hand. “I’ve had my fair share of awkward family dinners, but that would take the cake.”

“I will abide by your request, but do remember-- they are family,” Gotham says softly, taking his hand and gliding to her feet on the ledge. “Trust in them, and you will see it is not misplaced.”

The Prince smiled.

===

Damian, frankly, hated this goddamned family. It all started with a text from Gordon, making a joke about a “secret lost brother” and a photo posted in a chat with the so-called BatClan.

It was obvious that the clone - for in fact, what else could it be, Danyal was long-since dead - was a poor, failed attempt at getting into Damian’s head. The eye color was off, the freckles in the wrong places. And really, Danyal would have better fashion sense than that.

No, it was clear Talia was doing her best to “test” him, though… really, he’d thought they’d moved on from clones at this point. Holding the memory of his dead twin over his head, and not even having the decency to do it correctly?

Now that was just rude.

Wayne Family Dumbasses:

Captain Stabby: Obviously this is a clone, and a poor attempt at it.

Captain Stabby: to think, the great Oracle has fallen so far.

Eyeinthesky: you sure about that, baby bat?

Eyeinthesky: you really wanna say that?

Captain Stabby: I believe I may have made a mistake.

===

No time like the present, taunted the green sticky note on Danny’s laptop screen. 

No time like the present his ass, Danny grumbled as he shuffled a few things onto his person. Day One of Gotham City, and he needed to investigate. He grabbed a jacket and a bookbag from his suitcase, tossing his computer, a thermos, a few emergency shots of ecto, and a good-sized ecto-pistol in easy reach, set to stun mode. First things first, Danny needed some Ancients-Damned coffee, and if he’d learned one thing, it was that cities were stuffed to the brim with coffee shops. 

“Jazz, I’m gonna go get some coffee and research,” he said softly, poking his head into Jazz's suite. “You want anything?”

A mop of red hair peeked up just barely over the edge of the decidedly-too-fluffy comforter. “...latte. Croissant.”

“Gotcha. Anything else?”

“...locator,” his sister said after a moment’s consideration, muffled by the goose-down pillow. “Keep it on.”

“Obviously,” he chuckled, closing the door behind him quietly before slipping out of the hotel room, tossing his bag over his shoulder after one last check. The hotel was quiet at this time of morning, hardly after five, not quite daybreak, but the city outside? Oh, it was beautiful-- people walking briskly down the sidewalks, cars honking and revving and swerving around each other. Danny’s ears twitched slightly, his head tilted to the side before he pulled out his phone. 

“Coffee shop, coffee shop… Aha, here we go.” A mom-and-pop shop, a little ways down the road. Enough for a good walk. Danny plugged his earbuds in, turning on a playlist before putting his hands in his pockets. It only took a few minutes before he arrived, tugging out an earbud and pausing the objectively-too-loud punk rock playlist. “Uh, hi, so this is kind of a weird question, but… what’s the legal amount of caffeine you’re able to give me?”

“I don’t think there’s a legal limit, but you can only get, like, twelve shots I think,” the barista hummed thoughtfully. “Your shots would taste horrible, though-- doesn’t stop one of our regulars, though. I can get you one of his drinks?”

“Sure, why not. New city and all that,” Danny laughed, digging for some cash in his wallet. “I’m just here on business for a little while.”

The barista raised her eyebrow. “You seem pretty young to be on business.”

“Family business,” Danny clarified, handing over the money. “Oh, and can I get a caramel latte and a croissant?” 

Twenty minutes later, Danny was given a freshly-baked croissant and latte, and an absolutely terrifying-looking concoction. An iced coffee with the slightest bit of milk and sugar, so full of espresso that the milk hardly made a dent in the color. 

Danny took a sip, grinned, and left a 10 dollar bill on the counter before he headed out.

The barista just stared, then shook her head. “Fucking Waynes, am I right?” she muttered to her colleague, getting a laugh.

===

After delivering the latte to a decidedly grumpy not-morning-person Jazz Fenton, Danny pretty damn quickly booked it out of the hotel, idly checking his Twitter as he walked down the street, sipping on his latte. There was a local trending tab, and… well, shit.

 A decent quality photo of him paying for the coffee, his hair up out of his face in just. The worst possible shot for his plan to lay low. Already the hashtag #newwayne had 200,000+ tags, primarily users gossiping between each other with a few gossip magazines speculating. 

Really. One photo.

One.

Let it never be said that Danny, a fifteen year old idiot, had impulse control. He took a quick selfie, grinning as he took a sip of his coffee.  @halfdead : man, i just wanted a coffee.  TAGLIST: @mynameisnotlaura @fisticuffsatapplebees @screamingtofillthevoid @lizisipancardo @digitizedworld @dahliasandrosemary

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[the-ad-trio]

Have I talked about Vlad's Dad yet? Vladimir? Vlad Sr.? No? I haven't? Well now you're hearing about him.

This was his very first design. I ended up hating it. I also gave his personality a 180. He was painted as this huge jerk because his wife died while the kids were still young and his coping methods were... less than ideal.

I was planning on something like this happening, where Vlad talked some sense into his father, and gradually he got over himself and started to improve.

And soon enough, Vlad Sr became one of my most beloved characters, and he looks like this! <3

And I was feeling generous. So I gave him a love interest that made him question his entire identity.

Say hello, Conrad <3

I will be talking about them more later, but that's your lore dump for tonight ❤️

[the-crow-binary]

If anyone's interested, i'm going to talk about Dracula and the Belmonts' duality because i think a lot about them lol

So it all started with Mathias and Leon, of course. the dark boy and the sunshine boy Though we didn't have the chance to actually see how deep their relationship was, we know it was something really special (quote: "They trusted each other completely, and they were bound by an old friendship"), and not knowing much about their past actually allows us to imagine whatever we want. I like that, tbh.

Mathias and Leon were already opposites. One favoured intelligence and knowledge, while the other favoured combat abilities and courage. And they were the best at their respective fields. It was a perfect combination. Coupling to their strong relationship, and you had an unbeatable pair.

And then the betrayal happened. The friendship got broken into million pieces by Mathias. They lost the kind of bound they had, only to be replaced by another when Leon promised that he and his family would hunt the night and kill him one day. At that moment, Leon basically cursed himself and his family. He condamned them to lives of hunting, choosing their fate before they were even born. And the worst part is... it was the best decision to make, for no one else would've been able to stop Dracula in the future. (If it wasn't for Trevor's involvement, Dracula would have won back in 1476)

And it become even more interesting when you realize that Dracula created the Belmonts as we know them. Hadn't he betrayed Leon in such a way, he would have never become a hunter. He would have had children with Sara, leading to a whole different lineage, or maybe died in battle, we don't know. Everything Mathias did led to the birth of his biggest ennemies. This is the bound beetween Leon and him that lasted for almost a thousand years, this is the legacy they created together. Dracula and the Belmont family became two faces of the same coin, unable to exist without the other. Even worst, existing because of each other.

Look at Richter, he understood that. He knew, deep down, that all his family existed for, was killing Dracula. As a direct Belmont, it was the only way for him to live. What else was he good for ? And what else was he going to do after he defeated him, too ? And Juste. Juste also must have realised that, especially with what happened with Maxim. Both of them knew this legacy was a curse... but it was a necessary one, unfortunately.

Though the Belmonts hunted more than just Dracula, he's still the reason why they did so. He's the reason why they exist, their main prey, their other half. Without Dracula, there is no Belmont. And without Belmont, there is no Dracula. Mathias couldn't have become a vampire if he hadn't met Leon... And as far as we know, Julius, the last known direct descendant of the Belmont family, the one who "killed Dracula for good", doesn't have children. Why would he need to ? Dracula is no more, he destroyed the curse that bound him and his family together for centuries, there's no more need for their bloodline. Finally, after hunting for so long, they can rest.

When you think about it, the phrase "you complete me" totally fits them (though not in a romantic way unless...). Both sides are the consequences of the other and need each other to thrive. You know what they say, "there is no light without darkness". "There is no good without evil". It's cliché, but true.

We know a bit of Mathias' humanity still resides in Dracula, we saw it in his interactions with Alucard, and because of his love for Lisa. But I like to think that the Belmont family also greatly helped in keeping this little bit of humanity alive (the philosophical conversation he had with Richter might be an example of that). They are Leon's family after all. And though Leon have shown anger and hatred for him after what he did (Quote: "You have become a cursed being, and I will NEVER forgive you."), Mathias, on the other hand, have shown nothing more than melancholy and sadness before he depart ("Death, he's all yours." is an interesting choice of words actually, since he could've directly ask for Leon to be executed. But didn't. Hinting that Leon's death wasn't his true wish, while he probably realised he was the last thing tying him to humanity. And he had to get rid of that humanity... unsuccessfully, at the end). He did display hate and anger before that, but towards God only, and had even proposed eternity by his side to Leon. So it's likely that he still holds some sort of affection for him... enough that even his descendants would have some kind of effect on him. Ain't no way he's fighting his oldest friend's own blood and don't feel anything about it, nor have a single thought for said friend.

Anyway.

Dracula's story started with a Belmont, and though he had some other unrelated (or only partially related) ennemies along the way, it still ended with a Belmont. The other way around is also true, as the Belmont family's story started with Dracula, and ended with him. One shared curse, two complete opposites, always and forever the two faces of the same coin. No matter what happens, Dracula and the Belmont bloodline will always meet again... until the day one of them disappear for good, making the other fade away as well. After all...

What needs for the shepherd when the wolves have all gone ?

[currentfandomkick]

To make it better/worse, she doesn’t see anything indicating what she’s doing is wrong, and is literally throwing down with anyone in costume seeking her out. Heroes, villains, vigilantes, anti-heroes and anti-villains.

Each time she just screams things like ‘stranger danger’ ‘not today satan’ and ‘flipping fruitloops’.

Ellie is under the impression the cape community and their enemies are trying to make her join their frights (most are not) and the magic users are fairly certain she’s an inter-dimensional being but cannot get anywhere near her as she’s very mobile and very untrusting.

Then we cut to Danny seeing her exploits of fighting various villains and heroes and everyone in-between. Important to note, trans!danny my beloved plus using his core to reform Ellie’s older brothers (see pixie, Frankenstein, ghost sheet and skeleton… perfect one unsalvageable).

Now we can have Dani go to Danny with her prizes as her ‘war spoils’ and presents for ‘hopefully revived soon older brothers’.

Danny is too tired from his own rogue’s gallery using his grave as a portal without his consent, and the GIW’s bs and wrecking his parents inventions to realize he should probably intervene, as he’s got Midterms and finals too.

JL put a tracker on Dani and when it lets them get audio and some visuals, they find her happily showing off her ‘war spoils from fruitloops like Father’ to another teen, and then ask ‘do you think my brothers are ready yet?’ While touching said teen’s belly?

JL are re-evaluating A Lot.

Especially when the teen says ‘According to Frostbite? I should be due during break so we can stay with him. He’s already arguing with the courts to keep Vlad from getting custody… how did you get the candy ring again?’

‘Fruitloops keep trying to kidnap me—but i know better than secondary locations!’

JL recontextualizing, again.

Dani “oh, oh wait this means they’re going to share a rebirth day with me! We don’t have to call you dad, and mom’s a no-go right?”

“Honestly? In ghost speak i don’t care, but outside of that i think we should stick to the cousins cover so you can crash for a while again. Jazz did some digging and if you pretend to be on the run from Dad’s side for being ‘meta’ or having magic he’ll ignore everything ghostly and instead triple down on defending you.”

“So, are we telling him about the cores?”

“…honestly debating that. Mom would be too suspicious and may try to run tests on them, which is Not Great.”

JL, going Through It as… 1) pregnant child with multiple babies (how many???) 2) questionably safe homelife 3) girl beating them up thought they were kidnappers 4) looks like a multidimensional pregnancy and 5) the girl is bringing their stuff to pregnant person (possibly birth parent???) as gifts for pregnancy problems looks like.

Dani straight up handing him superman’s wallet with a ‘and this guy i kicked in the nuts like you said!’

‘Good job—wait that’s a reporter. Shit, do you think he sicc’d the other assholes on you?’ —Danny, forgetting said ‘assholes’ included heroes and just sees ‘pretty sure that’s the reporter Wes is obsessed with atm’ who could pull strings.

Dani doubles down on fighting superman after this, and when a civilian pressed her about acting her age she grumps as ‘it’s not my fault fruitloop numero uno aged me up! I’m only seven months old!’ as its true ans jarring enough to get a lot of people to short circuit for a clean escape without using her powers.

Up to you what happens from there,

Ellie isn't allowed to travel alone Anymore

So! Ellie was raised in a Lab by a Genuine Bonefied Supervillain. She was raised to be a Villain as well, so her Moral Conpass is a little skewed.

Sure she *mostly* knows what is right and wrong from Danny's quick lesson before her Adventure around the Country, but she still has trouble separating what is moral and what is not from time to time.

So it's really no surprise that the moment she left Amity Park she somehow ended up being branded a Villain.

Look, it's not her fault she didn't know not to attack the flying guy in Blue Spandex when he approached her! One of Danny's biggest warnings shen she left had been Stranger Danger! She did what any 12 year old girl would have done when approached by a strange Older Man!

Its also not her fault that her powers (being Magic based), managed to affect him! She didn't even use her full power! (She maybe should have kicked him in a different place tho...she hopes he wasn't planning on having kids...)

So she did what her instincts told her to do. She took any money he had on him and ran the hell away!

It wasn't until she was 2 cities over when she saw a newspaper titled, "Little Villain Girl Mugs Superman in Broad Daylight!", that she realized she may have screwed up...

After that, she really had no excuse.

She knew that she probably shouldn't have kept Mugging the Heroes who approached her, but she wasn't a Fenton for nothing! Her Family Motto had always been "Commit to the Bit", and she was gonna stick to it!

So when the Fast Red Guy tried to tie her up, she phased off all his clothes and took off with his money (not the mask, she knew enough not to take that off)

And when the Grumpy Bat Guy tried to corner her with some weird papers he pulled out of his Belt, she just distracted him while her clone picked his pockets and made off with the wheels of his Car. That one made her a pretty penny!

The flying Green Guy was fun, his attacks were just throwing Ghost Candy (pure willpower) at her. He did stop doing do after she nicked his fancy talking Ring however, but it was fun while it lasted

Then she came across a Orange Fish Guy, and he actually seemed nice enough. But she was committing to the Bit, so she took the fancy Trident he had and sold it at a nearby Pawn Shop for some extra cash. He would probably be able to find it, that's why she chose a nearby location.

All in All, her Adventure had been really fun! So she decided to visit Amity Park again to tell Danny all about it!

...

Aquaman walked into the meeting room of the Watchtower, a very frustrated look in his eye.

Barry spoke up first, "Oh! I know that look in your eye! She got to you too didn't she!"

Arthur just glared at Barry for a second before walking over to his Chair, sitting down with a thump. "She is certainly a tricky child."

"What did she take this time?" Clark asked.

"..mttrident..." Arthur grumbled out quickly.

"What was that?" Asked Barry with a twinkle in his eye. He heard it, but he wanted everybody else to know.

"She took my trident, Okay!" Arthur shouted out.

"I feel ya man." Responded Hal, "At least with me she threw it back at me when she realized it wasn't making 'candy' anymore. What did she do with yours?"

"She sold it at a Pawn Shop!" Arthus yelled in frustration, "She managed to steal one of the most Powerful Magical Weapons in the world, the Symbol of the entire Atalantean Royal Bloodline, and she sold it and a Pawn Shop!"

"...how much did she get for it?" Asked Hal.

At this, Aquaman just collapsed to the table and groaned.

...

Alternatively she could have just kept all those things, and gradually built up a collection of all the JLA's most treasured possessions.

She has Supermans Wallet, not very important to him but it was her first mugging

She has Batmans Utility Belt (trackers removed) along with his Tires

She took Flashes Costume Ring (his civilian clothes still stuck inside)

She took Green Lanterns ring as well, but unfortunately it managed to escape after a few days. It was feisty.

And her crowning Jewel is the Trident she took from Aquaman.

(She avoided WW, cause she likes her too much to steal anything from her)

[schnuffel-danny]

Not me getting genuinely upset that so many people hate Badger Cereal 😔

Like I understand why, I truly do get it! I don't need it explained but.... Damn :( Those are my beloveds

I guess it's because in the poll it's specified as Vlad adopting Danny? Which isn't exactly something I'm that much of a fan of either tbh, I don't like the idea of removing Jack and Maddie from Danny's life :( I just want Vlad to be the weirdo uncle/step-dad lol

I'm a widdle hyper sensitive I guess :,D

[raynblaze]

In Your Arms Again

It was if the world stopped turning for a moment as Emilia laid eyes on the white wolf that she loved with all her heart.

Farkas had run through the tunnels to get to Glimmerbrook as fast as he could, and he stumbled upon the café where Emilia and Cyrus were at. All his grief and distress stopped for a moment as he saw that she was still alive, and she was running towards him with open arms. He feared that she might have already been in danger, or feared she would turn him away, but there was nothing Emilia wanted more than to see the man she loved again.  

All the bad feelings, doubts about the relationship, and feelings of despair wash away when they look into each other's eyes.

"FARKAS!!"

Emilia jumped into his arms and Farkas looked up at her, and his heart was full for a moment. He embraced her, but then it all hit him again. He broke down on his knees as Emilia asked what was wrong.

"Lucan...he's gone." Farkas started to cry. "The manor is gone. He went there to help you guys...but it was too late. Victoria took his life.”

Emilia gasped and then grabbed Farkas and held him as close as she could.  Lucan had always loved having Emilia around, and was the number one fan of their friendship when they were children. While everyone else tried to keep them from being friends, he encouraged it. She was devastated.        

"I don't know where your mom and brother is, but they are in serious danger." Farkas continued, still upset."

Your dad is nowhere to be found either. My cousin was able to get Eloise out, she's with us in the valley. From what my mother told me, I think Eric must have claimed Vlad's life, and Victoria is taking revenge."

Cyrus Stormsong was still standing near, and listening to their conversation. He was shocked at what he was listening to.

"We have to save them!" Emilia exclaimed.

"We do...but I need to get you back to the valley. You can't be exposed. I can't lose you too..." Farkas squeezed her again. Suddenly Cyrus interjected.

"Farkas is right. You two head back to the valley. I'll find Eric and your mom."

"No, Cyrus...please don't put yourself in harm's way. This is too dangerous!" Emilia was crying now. She felt helpless not being able to do anything for her family, but she didn't want others to get hurt either.

"Emilia...don't worry about me, I got this." Cyrus got a sudden boost of confidence, and his eyes started to light up. The wind suddenly started to pick up as well.

"If Eric is being hunted, then I'm sure his old mentor MaryBell will be looking for him. Perhaps I should pay her a visit. Please, you two need to go back to the valley as soon as possible. I'll get Silas for backup."

Farkas nodded and thanked Cyrus. Emilia was still crying but Farkas hugged her again.

"We'll go through the tunnels again. We can come up with a plan when we get to the valley. It will be safer this way." Emilia grabbed him and kissed him as hard as she could.

"Alright...I'm ready. Cyrus...Please be safe..."          

"Like I said Emilia, I got this. I have a feeling it's going to storm today."

Cyrus has been training to become a powerful storm caster for sometime now. The thought of his beloved Eric being hunted by reckless vampires is a perfect time to see what his powers are really capable of. Oh, and he has a pokemon too.

[avaritia-apotheosis]

Phantom Children Ch. 6

Hi guys! I'm back <3 (also, I'm currently looking for alpha/beta readers for Phantom Children, so if you're interested, feel free to shoot me a message!)

In Which: Danny Attempts to get Answers, Bruce Learns, and Dick Finally Learns What's Inside the Door that Doesn't Exist

AO3 | Prologue | 5 | [ 6 ] | 7

DANNY IS KNOCKED DOWN three, four, eight times on the ice. Each time made his back ache, his bones bruised and tired, and his mind burning with embarrassment and a drive to lash out. But each time he gets back up. Each time he lasts a little bit longer against Talia.

The ice still shifts, cracks and rumbles with every wrong move. Danny learned to roll with it. Move on light feet but attack with a firm stance, gauge which parts of the ice are stable and which should be avoided. Multi-tasking has never been Danny’s strong suit, but he’s good at learning and learning quickly.

Talia corrected his form as much as she beat him down. Exploited every one of his openings until he learned to defend them and praised him whenever he managed to pull one over her. The League’s martial arts was the holy amalgamation between almost every single fighting style there is, mashed and refined to perfection to become almost unpredictable to the untrained. A vast improvement to Danny’s previous ‘fuck around and see what works’ brawling and had the added benefit of meshing together with his spontaneity.

“You are doing well, Daniel,” Talia said as she sheathed her sword, hand resting just above her hip. “You have improved greatly in such a short time, as I have expected.”

It takes every ounce of Danny’s superhuman energy to not collapse to his knees, his every breath a ragged shudder as he tries to get his breathing under control. “Still can’t beat you, though.”

“Very few can boast that feat.”

“I’m not exactly sure if that’s supposed to make me feel any better or not. Do I get my prize at least?”

Tahlia tossed her braid over one shoulder with a laugh. “Come, then, let us rest in the caves. The sun is to set soon and we must make camp before we freeze to death.”

“Hypothermia is so last season. I’m way too cool for that.”

He didn’t know whether to be disappointed that Tahlia didn’t react to his pun. It was pretty clever, in his opinion.

('Puns are the lowest form of comedy,' said mind-Jazz.

Says the one who named the Box Ghost the ‘Crate Creep.’

'That’s alliteration, not a pun.')

It was kind of pathetic that even his mind-version of Jazz was smarter than him.

“What would you like to know first?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Sarcasm dripped from Danny’s voice. He sheathed his sword and let it hang loose at his side. “Maybe how old this mysterious brother of mine is?” Ancients, his life was weird enough already, it wasn’t supposed to sound like the B-plot to a bad soap opera.

“Damian is younger than you by a little over four years. He will turn eleven this year.”

“Huh. Never been an older brother before.”

“Perhaps you might have been, if circumstances had been different.”

Cryptic. Great. Danny stepped over a particularly large crack in the ice and scampered over to solid ground. “You gotta give me more than that. What’s he like?”

“Prideful,” she said. “But skilled enough to warrant it. He was raised like a prince—as how you should have been.”

“And he lives with…our dad?”

“Yes. In America.” The cave was deep enough to shield them from the worst of the eventual mountain winds. Tahlia had already started building a campfire with equipment from her knapsack, embers eating away and growing into a steady flame. He sat down, legs crossed, beside the fire, hands tucked beneath his armpits.

He bit his lip, a question forming in his mind. “Do…do we have the same dad?”

Tahlia looked up at him. “Of course. Only your father has had the privilege of being called my beloved, and only he is worthy enough to have sired my children.”

Once night fell, it fell quickly. Blanketing as far as Danny could see from the mouth of the cave in a thick darkness. Snow fell from the skies in thick tufts and covered their footsteps.

“Does he—do they know about me?”

“No, they do not.”

“And you probably aren’t going to tell them anything about me, if you could help it.”

“That is very perceptive of you, habeebi.”

“You won’t tell me anything more about them, will you?”

“In due time, I will.”

Danny blew part of his fringe away from his face. Figures.

Despite the ever-present niggling at the back of his mind, Bruce had yet to see what was in the flash drive. The weeks since his strange meeting with Vlad Masters suddenly exploded with criminal activity with the recent breakout in Arkham and the brewings of another gang war in the shadows of Gotham’s paved streets. It was all hands-on deck. And Bruce, whether as Batman or Wayne, had always prioritized Gotham and its citizens over anything else.

The flash drive remained on his person despite the crisis, tucked away in one of the sturdier compartments of his utility belt to prevent the data inside from becoming damaged. Sometimes he found his hands gravitating towards it, fingers brushing against the button that would release the mystery from its confines before he realized what he was doing and steeled himself. Hands fisted to his side and attention forcibly directed elsewhere.

Eventually, the rogues were placed back into Arkham, and Gotham let out a shuddered breath of relief as it remained standing for another day.

Most of the family were out on a light patrol, cleaning up the remains of the breakout and helping where they can. Jason and Dick bickering over the comms whilst Barbara laughed in her clocktower.

(“It’s not that bad.”

"‘It’s not that bad’—shut the fuck up.” Jason spat. Bruce could hear him revving his bike. “You’re a fucking idiot, you know that? Certified Grade A idiot. B’s gonna kill you.”

He could hear Dick roll his eyes. “Sure, pile it all on, Jaybird. Blame the victim.”

"It was your fault.”

“It’s not my fault I didn’t see it there!”

"You tripped and got a concussion. From a stick. A. Stick.”

“Can we please just leave that out of the report?” Dick groaned. Barbara laughed. “Oh god.”

“Richard motherfucking John Grayson. I swear if you vomit on me then—”

“I’m not gonna vomit on you! You just turned the corner a little too fast. It’s nice to see you care though.”

"Fuck no, I just don’t wanna smell like regurgitated cereal.”)

Damian was benched from a patrol. Their last conflict with Poison Ivy ended with Damian sticking a bad landing and twisting his ankle. He dealt with it with as much grace as can be expected. Meaning that he spent the last few days sulking as he caught up on his missed schoolwork and shooting daggers at everyone else who came back from patrol.

Bruce flicked the flash drive open and plugged it into the computer. The flash drive contained only a single folder dated six months ago.

He clicked it, and a news headline popped up.

LOCAL TEEN DIES AFTER DRIVING OFF CLIFF

Beneath it, a picture. Blue eyes. Black hair. A familiar face.

Blood pounded in Bruce’s ears. He could hear nothing except a sharp gasp from Damian behind him.

When Dick and Jason arrived at the batcave, it was to an eerie silence. Not that it was usually loud, only that Bruce spent most of his free time down in the cave and Dick had come to expect hearing some signs of him around. Typing on keys, the clicking of a mouse, the heavy thuds of a fist meeting a punching bag or a training dummy, etcetera, etcetera. Or maybe even Alfred cleaning up around the cave, feeding the bats, or restocking their med bay.

(Dick, it turned out, didn’t have a concussion. Probably. Not a severe one anyway. What mattered most was that he managed to convince Jason to have dinner at the Manor. Alfred was making a tarte tatin for dessert tonight and those were absolutely to die for. )

One of Tim’s cases took him to the other side of Gotham. The only person in the cave was Damian, who was staring agape at the batcomputer.

“Why the hell is the demon spawn looking at old pictures of Bruce? We get it. They look alike.

“Uh, Dami? What’s up?”

Damian snapped his mouth shut. “I believe it might be best if you asked father that, Grayson.” Despite his clipped tone, there seemed to be little anger in his voice. His proud shoulders were hunched over on the chair, eyes trained on his lap.

He looked so small.

Damian clucked his tongue. “He’s upstairs, if you need him. So is Pennyworth.”

Dick shot a glance at Jason who raised his hands in mock surrender. “You’re up golden boy. Whatever the fuck the old man’s problem is this time, I’m not dealing with it.”

Dick sighed. “Fine.”

There was a door in Wayne Manor that didn’t exist.

When Dick was a child and recently adopted by Bruce Wayne, one of the first things he did was explore the manor. It’s the prerogative of every child that somehow found themselves in a large mansion—even more so given the castle-like exteriors of Wayne Manor. All castles have secret passages, and if the Batcave lay in the subterranean depths below, then surely the manor proper must have its own secrets.

Dick would tumble and cartwheel along the hallways, opening any and every single door he came across. A lot of them were just empty bedrooms or unused parlors and sitting rooms; the furniture covered by white sheets to keep the dust away. Alfred was probably magic, but even he can’t keep the entirety of the manor dust free.

The majority of the unused rooms were unlocked.

Except for one.

It was a room in the west wing, on the second floor. A couple doors down from where Bruce’s and Dick’s were. Why it was locked, Dick never found out. But he was curious since it was the only room on that floor that remained shut.

When he asked Alfred about it, the old butler only said that it was an unused storage room they preferred to keep locked just in case. When he asked Bruce about it, he’d be quick to change the subject. Usually something Batman related. Which, well, always worked, because it was Batman related. And Dick, young and spry and itching to fly under Batman’s wings, would quickly forget about that curious little mystery in favor of punching bad guys in the face and flipping over rooftops.

At some point that locked door quietly disappeared, leaving a blank expanse of wallpaper and a decorative vase where it once stood. It was never brought up again. And Dick slowly forgot that it was ever there in the first place.

Until now.

The wooden table and vase were shoved off to the side. Wallpaper sliced away to reveal the lines of a doorway. The door, covered in its faint damask wallpaper, was kicked open, the wood around the bolt splintered and cracked. He could hear voices—Alfred’s and Bruce’s—speaking softly on the other side.

He pressed his back against the wall and kept his breathing quiet.

“Three times, Alfred.” Bruce’s voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. “Three times she’s done this to me.”

“Master Bruce…”

“I don’t—I don’t understand why—” Bruce choked, swallowing a shuddered breath. “Damian, I can understand. Jason, I can too. But…This? I—” Bruce suddenly quieted. Dick knew the jig was up.

He unlatched himself from the wall and slowly slid through the once-hidden-door, a hand kept on the frame. “Um. Hi, Bruce? Alfred?” The words fell flat, stilted. Dick winced as he said them. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but, uh…” He trailed off the second he registered what was in the room.

It was large, as so many rooms in the manor were. The room was covered in peeling green wallpaper with faded pictures of baby deer and owls and other woodland creatures prancing about. There was a dresser on one wall. A shelf filled with little picture books and stuffed animals on the other. A brown teddy bear had fallen on its face on one of the shelves.

In the middle—where Bruce was hunched over—was a crib. The wood streaked and aged with time, the beddings within pristine and untouched, if not dusty. Hanging overhead was a mobile with little animals dangling on a string.

“Worry not Master Dick. It is good that you are here since it will inevitably involve the rest of the family at some point.”

Dick nodded absentmindedly, trying to lock eyes with his guardian. “B? What’s—what’s going on?” Dick took one step deeper into the room. “The pictures in the cave. I thought they were you since they were too old to be Damian—” Bruce’s hands on the crib’s railing flinched.

Dick’s breath hitched.

“They’re…not your photos, are they.”

Bruce took a deep breath in, the lines of his shoulders tense. “No. They’re not.”

In their line of work, the answer could have been anything. Clones, magical doppelgangers, alternate universe counterparts, hell, even just someone’s genetic code being coincidentally similar to another person. But…this room, this nursery, pointed towards only one conclusion.

“Who is he, Bruce?”

Bruce angled his head towards Dick, unshed tears glimmering in his eyes. “He’s my son, Dick.

“He’s my son.”

[yandere--stuck]

Yandere!Dad!Vlad Masters my beloved <3

[evilminji]

*slams open the door* I WAS SUMMONED?! My trash fire ship? My bespoke suit wearing war criminal beloveds? Babies!

And Vlad is the worst bridezilla you have ever known. Lex makes so many marriage planners CRY. They can't agree on SH!T and call each other tacky. The UST is palpable and probably wanted in fifty states for tax evasion. The talk ENTIRELY in Villianous Subtext. So much Fancy Scotch and luxury goods everything.

Like the world's most Unethical Crime Commiting Peacocks.

Except Vlad is needy and you have to pay attention to him NOW and Lex? Haaaates being mocked or ignored. Would ABSOLUTELY fall for Vlads "I'm texting you to let you know I'm ignoring you know and btw the servers at this restaurant(that I'm NOT inviting you too) are HOTTER there you. You are dead to me" high school, petty dramatics bullshit.

He'd HATE it. Everyone, SWEAR it's NOT going to work on him. He is a business mogul for God's sake. A literal genius. One of the most powerful men in the world.

.............what do you MEAN "hotter then him?" Preposterous. He's the most attractive man you'll ever MEET, Masters. And you can't tell him what to do. Maybe he feels like eating out. Mercy, get the car!

They can't STAND each other. But OBVIOUSLY one of them has to WIN. See the other groveling and defeated at their feet. Maybe chains. Why are you looking at them like- * Realizes their plans have taken on a Highly Violent & Homoerotic Subtext* ........this means nothing. NOTHING!

This wedding is making both Phantom and Superman cry. They are bonding over this fresh new traumatizing hell. Superman has promised to punt Phantom into space if Vlad decides he wants to STILL kill his dad after all this is done. Try the poly thing with his new villainous husband and Phantoms mom. They've made a pact to keep the other from drinking at this point but dear God has it gotten close.

Royal weddings are less well attended and cost a fraction. Have fewer criminals... probably. It's devolved into a horrific Gay Chicken/"I won't admit to SH*T unless you do first" situation. Do they even like each other? Want to defeat each other?

They certainly plan to [REDACTED] each other. Possibly assassinate each other after. Or during. The Heros almost feel bad for the mercenaries who DEFINITELY are gonna get dragged into this. Better you then us, they guess. You poor, poor, bastards.

These f*ckers are going to be one upping each other till they DIE. Trying to rob each other blind. Kill, maim, and rip the secrets out off.

......AND they can make Clone Babies. So look forward to their kids.

Welcome to Hell, Heros. The Masters-Luthor Household is a NIGHTMARE FACTORY and God laughs. Mockingly.

(I love them so muuuuuch~☆)

@stealingyourbones

Short DPXDC Prompts #757

Vlad and Lex fake being married to cover up a scheme. This means they have to publicly keep up that appearance… It works a little too well.

[pa-pa-plasma]

For the ask game G D Z💖

owo fanfic ask meme?? assuming this is that one xD the search function doesn't work very well, so this is the one im doing

G: Care to share a favourite crack fic? every fic that includes Danny revealing his identity, but no one believes him because of Wes asdfghjkl plus that post about Vlad claiming to be Phantom's dad, so Danny claims Vlad killed him in retaliation. I really hope that gets turned into a whole series cuz im fucking dyying lmao specifics though?? Things I (Cannot) Do In Amity Park An Experiment in Absurdity It's uh...Formal Tuesday? are some that i can remember off the top of my head!

D: Is there a song or playlist to associate with [insert fic]? i make playlists for my fics if that's what you mean xD my two biggest playlists that i listen to the most (when writing, when reading) are: Flying Over the Pit of Death Hand On My Stupid Heart (Implode Alright my beloved)

Z: Major character deathーdo you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can't tolerate? i actually hate reading major character death fics ;-; especially ones with the trio (Danny, Tucker, Sam). i just can't handle it very well. i very vividly remember reading the fics "stop the world i wanna get off" and "mars" a long time ago, and i still think about them sometimes. they're good fics, but i get too sad thinking about it. plus fics where Danny is immortal or somehow gets hero of timed and ends up very far into the future with no way home, and everyone he knows is either dying or dead. hate that. im okay with hurt/comfort, & can handle stuff like PoT/SoaD, and all those infamous fics, but i like to read more relaxed fics now also this fic: One Thousand Years

for writing, i personally like to use other means of traumatizing my characters, and don't usually write character death all too often. i usually write in threats of death, threats of vivisection (as one does, naturally), and like. psychological torture stuff, ya know? maybe a broken bone they have to hide here, a little bad parenting there. sprinkle in anxiety disorder. have the cap accidentally pop off and spill anxiety all over everything. fuck. shit. everyone's severely anxious now. they have PTSD. oh god. the usual closest i did recently at least was an off-screen minor character death in Black Dog, and the guy never got a name (they just call him "that werewolf" & "that guy"). idk if im gonna kill anyone else. runner up for getting killed is Vlad, though. havent decided how to deal with him yet in this au also killed people in my old fic Phantom (rip ricky marsh) but never got that far into posting it. got like, a bit through the first "arc" and then stopped for some reason. might just throw the rest of Phantom up on ao3 when i get the chance, but i'm working on fotpod, homsh, and black dog atm so idk when that'll be uwu

[princess-of-the-corner]

Ok I'm on mobile so Tumblr is pretty dumb. So sorry if there is something obvious I can't see. But what is your phantom chloe au? I've read some of the asks and it seems interesting. Do you have a link to where I can read it?

Phantom Chloé, my beloved!

The tag here on Tumblr is "Phantom Chloé AU", and the fic itself is here!

This is a Miraculous Ladybug and Danny Phantom crossover!

In the aftermath of Miracle Queen, Chloé decided to get away from Paris for a few days and accompanies her mother to some rich people gala hosted by Vlad Masters. While there, she wanders around and finds the secret passage to his lab. And she gets extta crispy if ya know what I mean.

Vlad and Danny(who was also at the party) discover what happened and are like "well. We're not letting her be alone in this like we were!" And jump right into mentorship(and slight adoption tbh).

Chloé's whole class "just so happens to win a contest" that lets them be foregin exchange students at Casper High.

A lot of Chloé bonding with both Team Phantom and Team Miraculous, and shenanigans of the Miracuclass interacting with the Humans and Ghosts (and everything inbetween) of Amity Park.

Other notes on timeline related stuff along with "how much is "Canon" under the cut:

For ML, I mention specifically that it's right after Miracle Queen. Basically MQ happened, Chloé went on the trip with her mom. Because she was recovering, she missed the NY Special. Season 4 is kinda derailed in terms of Akumas, but there will be some plot points like Su Han coming after the Miracle Box.

ML canon is fucked around with like usual because it's me. Biggest differences of note are 1.) Miracle Queen is much more sympathetic to Chloé and 2.) The Miracuclass is roughly 16 instead of barely 14, 3.) Rose is a Necromancer (long story), and 4.) The Couffaine Family Drama is a little different(Jagged didn't know/didn't abandon them, and Juleka has a different dad).

On to DP Timeline/Canon!

It's sometime post-canon, so Danny and friends are also roughly 16. But this is Canon Adjacent in that I'm rewriting DP stuff in general because the show is a hot mess from 17 years ago.

Things of note are 1.) Fuck Phantom Planet, 2.) Danny's family knows his identity stuff, and so do all the Ghosts, but the other Humans are in the dark 3.) Danielle (Elle) has joined the family and 4.) Vlad has gotten a redemption arc at some point and is more "tired disaser uncle/dad" instead of a villain

[vampiresuns]

A Little Closer To The Edge | Asra x Milenko

☽ A LITTLE CLOSER TO THE EDGE ☽

2.1k words. Written for Asra Week 2021, Day 7: Free Day. In which Asra asks Aisha to teach him how to hold a man like thirst holds water. This is set after the events of the game. Milenko is not the apprentice.

You can read the entire Asra and Milenko’s pre-game canon, ‘Like Thirst Holds Water’, here.

As a note, ‘Sasi’ is one of Milenko’s nicknames. It comes from his middle name, Sisay. ‘Sisay’ means good omen in Amhraic.

Thank you @lisa-frank-cave​ my beloved for helping me come up with asratfits. No cws apply. Happy Birthday, Asra 🎂💜

O father, O foreshadow, press into her — as the field shreds itself with cricket cries. Show me how ruin makes a home out of  hip bones. O mother, O minutehand, teach me how to hold a man the way thirst holds water. Let every river envy our mouths. Let every kiss hit the body like a season.

— Ocean Vuong, “A Little Closer To The Edge”

Asra had to excuse himself from his own birthday party, needing a moment alone after realising everyone who mattered to him was there, laughing and sharing beverages and stories of their own, talking about nothing of importance, but sharing a good time nonetheless. 

It was his first birthday after the Devil had been stopped and the end of the world averted, the first birthday he could spend with his parents after a long, long time. There was Selasi and Muriel, free and happy, finding his own footing again; there was Amparo who had kissed his cheek when she wished him a happy birthday, there was Nadia and Portia, old friends recovered and new friends made. There was Anatole, his beloved friend, who had danced with him, spinning him in circles, and now insisted on sharing his chair with Ilya, even though there were chairs to spare. 

And there was Milenko. Beautiful, joyful Milenko with his smile and the freckles on his cheeks, like the night-sky itself had blessed him with kisses. 

When Aisha found him, he immediately began crying, throwing his arms around his mother in search of comfort. All had passed, all was forgiven, and none of them had to be alone again. More importantly, he didn’t have to be alone again.

He thanked his mama for the hug, as Aisha kissed his head and reminded him of the blessing that he was, and the many blessings he deserved. 

“And you will have them, insha’Allah, Habibti,” Aisha said before they joined the dinner party again, asking Asra to lean his head down so she could kiss it again.

It was early dinner, they would later go to the theatre, Amparo had a performance and she was able to snatch good seats for Asra’s birthday, attributing it to her endless charm. When the time approached, some of them left with Amparo who had to be there earlier, while Nana, Ilya and Milenko stayed back to help clean around.

Asra didn’t know what it was, but Milenko looked radiant. His curls bounced when he laughed; a pair of crescent moon pendant earrings, gold pleated with blue topaz tears hanging from the bottom of the moon dangled from his ears. He was wearing black high waisted pants, a textured belt marking his waist. Right now, as he washed dishes with Julian and Salim as they chatted, he had pulled up the sleeves of his white, unbuttoned poet shirt. Milenko mentioned being interfaith, and his father began talking to him about it, Julian happily chiming in.

Asra noticed Milenko still washed the dishes with his hip popped to one side, and his backside sticking out.

When he came in, he had been wearing a navy blue jacket with clean lines and golden buttons that reached the beginning of his hips, too. Being 31 looked good on him, and either Asra had never stopped being in love with Milenko, or he was falling in love all over again. 

The poet changed his weight from one hip to another. Asra was going to go insane. 

“Oh, I think I know that look,” Aisha said, snapping Asra out of it. 

His cheeks went cherry red as he tried to divert the topic. Anatole, leaning against an archway with a mischievous turn in his lips, was about to say something but Asra stopped him before he could. His friend threw his hands up in surrender; Aisha, thankfully, didn’t say anything else but Asra knew his mother would bring it back sooner or later. 

Aisha laughed with Asra’s relieved face. Salim turned to her, and with him, Milenko did too, smiling at Asra once his chestnut eyes found his purple ones. Asra was doomed. 

He was right about Milenko being brought up later, but it was Salim the one who brought him up first.

“He speaks very highly of you,” he said, as he and Aisha wished Asra a good night. 

Asra’s choked up: “He does?!” didn’t go unnoticed. However, he wasn’t sure he wanted to talk about Milenko. While Asra had found a new sense of comfort in openly confiding in his parents about most things that went through his mind or his heart, everything was too muddled for him to even know what to say. So he promised he’d tell them more about it when he knew what to tell them, and they let it go for the time being. 

To the chagrin of Asra’s sanity, the world wasn’t done throwing Milenko his way.

Running into Milenko once or twice a month wasn’t odd for Asra, but the more time passed, the more it seemed those chances grew. Asra was now running into him even twice per week, sometimes more. It was so much, he had discovered missing him on the weeks they didn’t run into each other, Asra turning at every possibility, perking up whenever he felt like he saw Milenko around.

On top of that, Aisha and Salim had taken kinship to Anatole’s parents —his father in particular. The three of them shared alchemy as a passion and profession. Anatole’s father, Vlad, still refused to become a palace magician, even if he liked Nadia much more than he ever liked Lucio. Still, he was always happy to stop around to see his son and meet up with his new friends, the three of them, along with Anatole’s mother, going out to dinner together rather often.

Asra knew all the Radošević-Cassano, so he needn’t be reminded Vlad was very close to his Radošević cousins: Violeta and Atanasie — Milenko’s mother and uncle. He choked on his drink when his parents told him they were just having dinner at Violeta’s and Aurora’s place. 

“Milenko asked if you would join us,” Aisha said, tapping her index on her lips. “He seemed a little crestfallen when we said you wouldn’t. Perhaps you should come with us next time.”

The Milenko conversation, or rather, confession, didn’t come out of Asra until some months later. One warm but breezy evening Asra and his parents were having dinner in The Sphinx Coffee-house. Milenko had come down through the backroom, for once not wearing a shirt that made him flash his tits out to half of Vesuvia. What he was wearing was simple, but he looked handsome and elegant: a black, high neck shirt, black pants, and a shawl with embroidered constellations over his shoulder. 

Amador, the Dos Santos sibling who was running the Sphinx that night, greeted him cheerfully, the Alnazars being close enough to hear, but not close enough for Milenko to see them yet.

“Hello, doll-face, how’d your date go?” 

Milenko’s underwhelmed reply made Asra feel like he could breathe again. Both of his parents noticed, just like they noticed the way both of them startled when Milenko noticed their presence. He ended up excusing himself, claiming he was being waited on in the Community Theatre. 

After that Asra couldn’t hold it in much longer. A day or two afterwards, he was basking in the sun with his mother when he sat up, and without any contextualisation he just said: “How do you do it, mama? How do you keep someone you love close, when you think you have lost them but maybe you haven’t?” 

Aisha looked at him, sensing her child was not done talking.

“You’ve been with Dad for so long, how do you do it: how do you make home out of ruins, how do you hold someone like thirst holds water?”

Aisha sat up, taking Asra’s hand in hers. “I didn’t know you were good with poetry, habibti.”

“I’m not,” he sighed.

“But your Milenko is, isn’t he?”

Asra’s smile was sad and lovelorn. “He is, mama, he really is.”

This time, Asra told Aisha everything, and when Salim came back from getting bread at Selasi’s, he patiently listened to Asra too. They both offered the advice that they could, but mostly let Asra say everything he was holding in, reminding him he didn’t have to keep these things to himself anymore, that he could confide in people. 

Once Asra was done talking he felt relieved. The best advice his parents could give him was that he tried. If he was honest about his feelings and communicated them like he had just done, he might realise that not everything was quite as it seemed. Perhaps he could start little by little, trying to spend time with him again. He had come so far, and he was such a wonderful person to know, that the worst thing he could do was not give himself the chance. 

They both said that it was clear Milenko cared about him too, more than Asra noticed. 

“You don’t have to take it from us,” Aisha said, squeezing his hand again. “What would your friends say? What would your Anatole tell you? Or Muriel?”

Asra laughed. “Muriel would either tell me to just do it or roll his eyes at me. Anatole would convince me to be more brave and hopeful than I ever thought it was possible being.”

Salim kissed Asra’s forehead. “Then try, you are very deserving of hope.”

His parents were invited to Aurora’s and Violeta’s in two more days, and they offered Asra to come with them: maybe Milenko would be there, and he would have a chance to at least talk to him, though Asra had insisted he did talk to Milenko, in general at least, so they shouldn’t worry too much. 

Salim hummed. “I didn’t know you had talked all that is capable of being talked to him already.”

“Dad.”

When the day came, Asra dressed as nicely as he could think of, without being obvious. He wanted to look and feel pretty, even if he was trying not to get his hopes up. It was hard not to, however. Hope was contagious. 

Milenko wasn’t around, even if Aurora and Violeta were thrilled to have Asra around for dinner again. They eagerly shared stories about Asra from the past. He tried not to feel disappointed Milenko wasn’t there, or mortified about the stories. He understood they shared them as mothers, subtly encouraging him to make his parents partake in the memories he had once made in their home. 

After dinner, Violeta insisted on showing Asra her garden for old time’s sake, taking his hand as she walked into it, guiding him through the paths of the small space, and the two micro greenhouses she kept there. One housed venomous plants only, her speciality; the other, orchids. 

Violeta turned to Asra. “How are your orchids, darling?” Asra had never told her he grew orchids, and while he wanted to suspect his parents might have told her, the way she spoke reminded him of Milenko. No, Violeta didn’t need to be told to know he did — Milenko got his clairvoyance from her after all.

“I’ve never asked,” Salim said, walking a little behind Asra and Violeta. Aisha was talking to Aurora about her latest restoration commission. “Did you teach Asra to grow orchids?” 

Violeta blinked at him. “I’m afraid not.” 

Asra rubbed the back of his neck, nervous. “If she had, I’m sure they’d grow better. I learnt from books, on my own.” 

“I can give you a couple of tips, my son is a patient man.” 

Aisha caught up with them, Asra wanted the earth to swallow him and spit him far away from there. “How romantic of you, and here I was thinking you were helpless.” 

Aurora snorted. “Don’t worry: he may have a poet’s tongue, but on the inside, Sasi is no better.” 

He didn’t see Milenko at all that night, not that Asra considered the evening unfruitful because he didn’t. He had come out of it with Violeta’s instructions for tending to orchids and he planned to apply them to the best of his capacity. 

* * * * *

Milenko was writing in the little office he had in the periodical he wrote for, though office might have been an over-glorified word for a table that was in the corner, overflowing with papers, next to a window filtering sunlight in. 

He heard his editor tell him he had a visitor, and Milenko, still half entranced by the sound of pouring water from the enchanted vases on his desk, just gave him a half-hearted hum, accompanied by an absent sounding plea to give him just a minute longer. 

Asra stood there for more than a minute, but he didn’t care. There was too much adrenaline in his veins for him to care. Nerves piled up on the mouth of his stomach but he stood his ground, watching as Milenkos curls moved softly as he wrote, his ink stained hands carefully avoiding the places the ink had not yet dried. He had seen him do this so many times, acting like an automaton as the water filtered everything that wasn’t the words and the visions outside of his sphere. 

Milenko finally looked up, mouth agape as Asra licked his lips and gave him a nervous smile, a blush expanding from his cheeks to his ears. 

“Hi,” was Mielnko’s bewildered reply as he looked at Asra, standing in front of his desk, a rainbow shawl with tiny bells on the hem over his shoulders, a raspberry shirt and deep purple palazzo pants, as he held a flower arrangement with no less than seven orchid stems, blooming into multiple flowers each. 

“I grew them myself,” Asra explained, not needing to tell Milenko who they were for.

“They’re— they’re my favourite flower.”

“I know. That’s why I grow them.”