#Dark being an asshole

[kettlefire]

Prepare for the unexpected. (DPxDC)

Everyone knew about the reign of Pariah Dark. Even those who did not dabble in those realms have heard the tale of the tyrant. A power-hungry man who ruled over the dead with an iron fist.

Following the rise of Pariah Dark, his realm had been effectively cut off from communication. Many mystics and magic users knew better than to open the door of nightmares that could arise if Pariah Dark's reach went further than his own realm.

Except, the universe had plans to bring the realm of the dead back into the cards.

A new opponent, one that had all of Earth's heroes scrambling for options. A being with powers of a god over weather, destruction was on the horizon. A world ending threat.

It's the only reason the Justice League was doing this. In a deep bunker, far from close civilization as a precaution, the heroes looked on with grim expressions.

The world was already being threatened. It would be destroyed regardless of what the league did. So it only made sense to make the last ditch effort. To summon someone strong enough to defeat the threat.

No one wanted to do it. No one wanted to be the one to pull the realm of the dead back to the living. The consequences were untold if this succeeded. If Pariah Dark was freed and defeated the threat, whose to say he won't want control?

That was a problem for later. For the aftermath. For now, the league could only watch on with bated breath as Constantine completely the summon ritual.

They watched on as the shadows in the room seemed to darken and grow. As the sigil sputtered to life with a glow that was growing increasingly brighter. A sudden gust of wind rushed through the room, the temperature began to drop with eaching ticking second.

And then it was all gone.

The room stood perfectly still. Just as it had been moments before. Nothing changed. No giant king standing before them, no sign that the ritual worked.

The room stood deadly still for another beat before the murmurs started. The team trying to make sense of the situation, figure out what went wrong.

Constantine swore up and down that this was the correct ritual, taking offense that they would even think the problem was on his end. It only made it better when it finally happened.

A loud sound ripped through the room, pulling everyone's attention back to the summoning circle. Just in time to see a tear appear in the space above the circle.

A thin tear that ran the length of eight feet. The fabric of the dimension seems to curl at the edges, pulling back to reveal a deep glowing swirl of greens. A dark gloved hand reached through, fingers curling around the edge of the tear, stretching it even further.

A portal. The ritual had worked, but there had been a delay. A delay that had every hero nerves on edge. Each team member tensed, weapons at the ready as they watched the being stretch the portal to the right size.

Then, a foot stepped out with a heavy thud. A dark boot that looked otherworldly despite its similarity to mortal clothing. A deep black that seemed never-ending. A second foot quickly followed before a full body emerged from the portal.

Not many people in the room have ever seen Pariah Dark, let alone know what to expect. Based on what Constantine and Zatara had said, this wasn't Pariah Dark.

A man had stepped out of the portal, standing at almost seven feet tall, and built like a brick house. One glance at the glowing white hair, deadly red eyes, and shard teeth was enough to know this being was not to be messed with.

But there was no giant show of armor or royal garbs. There is no large crown at the top of his head or jewelry from the infinite realms laced around his neck.

Instead, the man stood before them in combat boots, worn-in ripped jeans, a graphic t-shirt, and a spiked leather jacket. Despite his almost normal clothing choice, the man's jacket seemed to be a never-ending depth of the dark night sky. If one was to look closely enough, the cosmos could almost be made out in the sea of darkness.

None of that would have prepared them for when the man spoke. His tone sounded more bored than anything as he took a step forward.

"Oh, so now you need the help of the dead." The man had spoken, running a hand through his hair. When Batman took a step forward to speak, the man raised a hand. Immediately commanding silence in the single gesture. "I'm on babysitting duty and have yet to have a cup of coffee. I'll be right back."

Just like that, both the man and portal vanished into thin air. Leaving behind a group of stunned heroes. Not only was the man not Pariah Dark, but he was also supposedly babysitting.

"Did that just-"

The Flash had been the first voice to speak up, his eyes trained on where the man had once stood. Except he had barely made it through the first few words before the man was suddenly back.

The man that now had a child hanging off his shoulders and another teen being held up by his scruff. Unlike the man, these kids looked human.

Too human for Bruce's liking. The dark black hair and bright blue eyes had every heroes eyes flickering to Batman for just the briefest moment.

"This isn't fair! I'm not even the king. Why do I have to be here!" The teenager had been complaining the moment the man had reappeared. Arms crossed tight over his chest and seemingly used to being held dangling. "Besides, who brings kids to a show down! Wait til I tell mom about this."

"Aw, come on, Danny. This is gonna be fun!!" The younger girl seemed in much better spirits than the teen, Danny. She had climbed up the large man, sitting on his shoulders and resting her arms on the mess of glowing hair. "It's like take your kids to work day! Ooo, Dan! Can we fight too!?"

Unlike the two kids, the man looked purely exhausted and annoyed. The man, Dan, dropped Danny like a sack of potatoes as he took a long drink from the travel cup in his hand.

It didn't take a genius to recognize the look of an exhausted parent in Dan's expression. A look many of the league members were well acquainted to. A look that even had Batman grimacing with sympathy.

"Can it, little shits. You two were grounded, remember." Dan had growled at the kids before shifting his focus back on the team of heroes before them. His glowing eyes set in a deadly glare. "Pariah Dark isn't coming, and he never will. He's been dethroned and banished. We're the best you've got."

A summoning that started with a group of on edge and scared heroes looking for the ghost king, ended in a way no one expected.

No one was even sure if it made any sense. They weren't sure if they should feel hopeful or in despair.

Because truly, what was a ghostly man with two seemingly human children against a godlike foe with the control over the weather?

The unspoken question of power and ability seemed to vanish following Dan downing the metal travel cup of coffee, and crushing it in his fist.

He tossed it to the side, straighting up his posture as he looked over the heroes. Dan might not be a hero, but he's been playing family for too long.

An almost feral, bloodhungry grin spread across the man's face, sharp fangs on full display. The look made the man suddenly look even less human. He looked closer to a demon from the pits of hell rather than the exhausted parent he looked just a few seconds ago.

"Point me in the direction of this bastard. It's been too long since I let loose and had some fun."

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 264

Danny squints at his tiny hands, eyes narrowing as Clockwork hums in the kitchen. Which he wasn’t even aware of having been in LongNow. Maybe it wasn’t. He huffed, voice too squeaky for him to continue complaining. Stupid time accidents. 

Which wasn’t even starting on the other figure awkwardly sitting at the table. 

He glowered at the Ghost King, who kept glancing at him with an unreadable look in their eyes, then looked back towards where Clockwork was. His scowl deepened over his cup of tea- which wasn’t fair, he wanted coffee but nooo, that’s not healthy for ‘little ghostlings’. Ugh.

Sometimes he wished he was fully ghost so he didn’t have to apparently worry about his living body having to grow back up.

[pathetic-gamer]

[storm-driver]

for as much as we all joke that Mickey forgot Aqua was in the realm of darkness for 10 years, that's not actually true.

he lost track of her for 10 years. he found her again by sheer accident when he ran in there during the events of KH1. he couldn't go back to save her because he had to shut the door, was trying to help Riku get out of his own predicament, and learned about the organization and what they were doing. he spent a year doing who knows what, ill give you that, but there was a LOT of critical things going on immediately after he learned where Aqua was. bro needs a little leeway, if anything, more people should be mad at yen sid for telling Mickey not to mention Aqua. was it a weird as fuck choice? yes. but "he forgot Aqua for 10 years" is a very far cry from what actually happened

[tongues-and-teeth-and-reblogs]

Love Dark Cacao she's truly the character of all time. character arc revolves around learning that other people have lives. Hasn't touched grass in like. a year. She's a total asshole. Tried to kill someone bc he shit talked her bsf and reminded her of her ex (advisor). Notably more beat up after battles than her friends. Estranged father of a transgender stoner. Hates her job, doesn't quit. Everyone she loves leaves her. Unironically says "what nonsense." Probably autistic. Hired an advisor and then made him do all of the talking. Never seen in canon while not being in major distress. Probably has a phone even though she's a high fantasy king. Old as fuck. She actually puts up a front to be MORE of an asshole than she really is. It's horrible. It's great. She can't win.

[unknown-eldritch-wasteland]

John Constantine being a transman/AFAB is still a vaild headcanon despite him having biological kids because there's no way in hell that the DC/Vertigo universe doesn't have some sort of magic spell/item that can change your assigned sex and give you the ability to reproduce still.

[velvetjune]

i love making fun of alan. it brings me tremendous joy

[frogcroak]

so if swift is part of the same litter as cinder/bright/bracken, are they just merging him with thorn

[monards]

sometimes teh hater agenda gets to me. and i need to reason myself away from it

[jellycreamjammedart]

Just say you think cp is ok as long as the minors are fictional you fuckin pedophile

Normally I ignore hostile or pre-judgmental asks on the off chances I get them, but I'll make exception for this one because it seems like a good opportunity for some much needed nuance-- also because I get this person's disgust, I really do.

But you, my fella, must understand that this isn't about the morality or even lack thereof behind dark fictional content, at all. You must realize that wanting dark and taboo fictional content (yes including that one you mentioned) not being allowed to exist actually does nothing to improve or protect irl lives, much on the contrary actually. No, I don't think there's any possible moral reason behind fictional cp content (nor do I find it 'ok',) but once again, this isn't about morality.

Please take a moment to read this thread (it words this topic better than me) then think it over. Trust me, it's a better use of your time than annoying ppl online with words you can't even bother standing up for with your name/face.

[dinodogs]

Breaking: local dragon artist who spends a year drawing their fave characters from their hyperfixation as dragons and forgets there are actual fucking dragons in said hyperfixation

(Click for better quality. Don't like if you aren't going to rb.)

No effects darkness and effects light. I preferred light without effects

[twod6]

random underrated blorbos of mine. garrett and lea. theyre exactly the opposite and i think more people should play their respective games

[animentality]

Larian has some kind of beef with the dark urge and I wish they'd just stop talking about them at all.

I can talk about them. People who write fanfic can talk about them. People who draw depraved art can talk about them.

You need to stop.

Please just keep adding Astarion lines, don't give anyone else any, and let the game be.

It's past the point of fixing, simply adding scenes won't fix the structural problems, and there's no use in being bothered by any of that now. Best selling game, and it's deserved and all, but.

This is your bed.

Lie in it.

And leave the dark urge be.

[welcometogrouchland]

Anyway since they're apparently not going to go with the "Steph leading/babysitting a team of young heroes" book idea (pause for despair) I'd like to pitch MY idea for Steph: Steph gets back into playing piano (she already started doing so in Batgirls #18!) and ends up taking on a mystery related to the basement rock scene in Gotham (I know the underground concert game there is INSANE absolutely prime serial killer territory)

[archersartcorner]

Just a fuckton variety of Skip n Norm doodles. *points* I like the sluge…

[scientistservant]

The Grottan and Scroll-Keeper headed down one of the many hallways of the Castle of the Crystal. Ethra lifted her head, trying to keep up with the Skeksis’ strides as they walked passed two Castle Guards.

The Grottan’s large ears twitched, hearing whispers and snickering from the Stone-Wood and Vapran that guarded their post. She picked up her pace, and skekOk noticed that she was now no longer behind him, having moved to his left - allowing his robes to shield her from the stinging words and disgusted stares. He had heard them too, for while the Skeksis’ eyes weren’t as sharp, his hearing never failed him.

The Scroll-Keeper raised his head in a proud air, silently telling his lowly assistant to follow him around the next corner.

Once hidden from view, skekOk bent down to whisper in Ethra’s ear, ancient bones creaking as his body seemed to envelope her.

“Continue on your way to the library,” he said, claws gentle on her shoulders. “I will meet you there shortly.”

Ethra answered with a nod, and wandered down the hall alone. SkekOk turned once he knew the Grottan was safely out of earshot.

“Is it proper to torment a Lord’s assistant with callous words?” asked the Scroll-Keeper. His head was raised in superiority, claws hidden in his sleeves. Despite being the shortest Skeksis, skekOk still towered over the Gelfling.

“But — my Lord, she is a Grottan,” said the Stone-Wood. “The lowest clan. Would it not be more suitable to have an apprentice that is Vapran?”

Olive eyes pierced down at the two Gelfling as he listened, watching the Vapran nod in agreement.

“The Grottan merely has a surprising appetite for curiosity and knowledge that charms me. That is all.”

“But she’s so dirty,” the Vapran guard pipped up, “I’m surprised she isn’t hanging around with Podlings!”

SkekOk leaned in close to the two guards, his old body creaking again, suppressing a wicked glare.

His voice was venomous,

“If you are so critical in regards to the cleanliness of my little assistant… Vapran… then perhaps you would care to take on that responsibility next unum?”

The Vapran’s eyes widened, ears up in surprise at the mere thought of having to personally bathe another. She didn’t even do that to her own pet Fizzgig! The Gelfling lowered her gaze, staring at the floor.

“… No, my Lord.”

“Good.” The Scroll-Keeper stood up straight, adjusting a pair of glasses. He turned to take his leave,

“Continue your patrol. But if I hear any more cruel words from either of you, at my little Grottan’s expense…

“You will be dealt with.”

As skekOk strolled away, the guards swore they heard the subtlest cackle.