#Daughter of the King

[godslove]

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Son-in-Law of the King

And Saul commanded his servants, saying, Commune with David secretly, and say, Behold, the king hath delight in thee, and all his servants love thee: now therefore be the king’s son-in-law. And Saul’s servants spake those words in the ears of David. And David said, Seemeth it to you a light thing to be the king’s son-in-law, seeing that I am a poor man, and lightly esteemed? — 1 Samuel 18:22-23 | American Standard Version (ASV) The American Standard Version Bible is in the public domain. Cross References: Genesis 29:20; Genesis 34:12; 1 Samuel 18:18; 1 Samuel 18:21; 1 Samuel 18:24

[breesperez139]

Dc x Dp Prompt #6

“I’m a twin”, Damian said one night. He could feel the narrowed eyes of his family drilling holes on his back in disbelief. Not that he could blame them. Damian had never so much as implied being raised with a companion, much less a sibling.

“I had a brother”. Damian paused to recollect himself. He had not said his brother’s name out loud in over 8 years.

“His name was… Danyal”. Damian hated the way his voice wavered, but he could not help it. Danyal was everything to him, his other half. Their heart beat as one and when one heart stopped beating, the other one died with it. At least until his family put his heart on metaphorical life support without ever realizing.

“Where is he now?” His father asked, voice filled with knowing grief and a hint of betrayal. It had in fact been 6 years since Damian first showed up on his doorstep.

“Up there”. All eyes shifted towards the specific star he was pointing to. “Right before he died, he promised me he’d guide me from the stars. Unfortunately, the stars are not visible in Gotham, so my brother is unable to be of much help unless I leave the city.”

“Your brother is Polaris, the North Star?” Tim questioned warily, most likely in attempts to not offend him. Damian was aware of how stupid it sounded, but Danyal had promised, and his brother never broke his promises.

“Yes. Danyal is with the stars now, just as he always wanted”

[bet-on-me-13]

Dan is Trigon

So! The Teen Titans had been chasing down a Cult lately, and they had finally managed to track down their main bases location.

Unfortunately, they got there just a bit too late and the Summoning Ritual they had been preforming was finished. The Being they had been calling crawled up and out of the Circle drawn in Blood on the floor.

And Raven felt her heart Stop. Because that Being crawling it's way out of the Summoning Circle looked almost exactly like her Father's True Form. But also different.

Where her Father's hair was a White Flame, this one's hair looked like Freshly Fallen Snow. Instead of her Father's Blood Red Skin, this being had Icy Blue Skin. And most strikingly, In place of her Father's Piercing Red Eyes, this being had Lazarus Green Eyes.

But even with all those changes, she could still the similarities in the Bone Structure, the shape of the Jaw, and most importantly the Untold Power radiating off of them.

Before they could react, the Being turned its attention to the Cultists.

"Who Dares Summon, the Ghost King?"

"We do, Out Lord Pariah Dark! We Beseech Thee, take this unclean world and tear it down! Cleanse the World of its Filth!"

"Oh Goddammit, not again." Said the Being, "Look, Pariah hasn't been in Power for Centuries. I, am Phantom. And I don't do the whole 'Destroy all Worlds' thing, you want your own constellation? I'm your guy. Otherwise? Bite it."

"Bu-But my Lord! We summoned you to-"

"Yeah how about no." Said the unimpressed God, "Here, let me send you guys Home. I'll give you guys some riches or something as compensation, but that's it."

And with that, the God snapped its fingers and the cultists disappeared.

"Now, who are you kids?" He turned to them.

Robin stepped forward, "We are the Teen Titans, and originally we came to stop them from Summoning you. Now, I honestly don't know what to do..."

"Oh, you guys are Heroes! That's interesting, I don't come across worlds with Heroes very often." Said the Ghost King, "The last one was the one with those Revengers or whatever they called themselves. The Spider Totem was fun to talk to, and Thor is always..."

As Phantom mumbled to himself, Raven stepped up. "King Phantom, I have a Question. Why do you resemble the true form or Trigon so closely? As his Daughter, I can recognize your similarities easily, and I was curious."

The King stopped dead.

"...daughter?"

"Oh, yes. Trigon is my father, though obviously I haven't talked to him recently." She explained.

"...that asshole." He said, "How could he not tell me I had a NIECE!?"

Wait what?

[jaypentaghast]

Interview with the Vampire (2022) | Season 1, Episode 6 & Season 2, Episode 8

[cuties-in-codices]

an unpleasant awakening

in a copy of konrad von würzburg's "trojanerkrieg", ca. 1441

source: Nürnberg, GNM, Hs. 998, fol. 15r

[grendel-menz]

I have lied and I have betrayed and I have triumphed. If only there was someone to congratulate me.

[maimoncat]

It's gonna be mostly zelda shitposts on this profile, for now

[jahmeelahlamb]

There is about to be an exchange of sorts. We, as Americans have money and Africans have faith. On our money, it says "In God We Trust"

[cryptidsmoocher]

“that would be unethical”

i thought to myself how can i make myself the most sad so. winter dad and ice marcy

EDIT: JESUS YOU SAD SAD HOOLIGANS BLEW THIS MF UP

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 261

“So is no one going to talk about the eldritch space child or…” 

“I mean, do you want to get between a child and Batman? I think the only one who could even get close right now is Superman…” 

“No you’re right, I think- oh my god the eldritch space child is playing with batman’s bat-ears and he’s not doing anything about it what the fuck I thought only Robins could get away with that-” 

[goryhorroor]

“horror movies were reborn in the 1930s. sound revolutionized cinema across the board and had a huge impact on the horror genre— and not just in the form of dialogue. sound effects added an extra dimension to terror, from creaking doors to echoing footsteps to the rumbling of castle thunder. music cues built suspense or signaled the presence of a threat. as screen storytelling moved away from symbolism towards realism, the dreamlike wraiths of silent cinema were replaced by monsters that grunted, groaned and howled.”

[batcavescolony]

I feel like comic writers and some fans have forgotten that Young Justice is mostly about the girls. The main storylines were about Secret/Greta, Cissie, and Anita. The boys were there but they had their own runs. Take Young Justice Dark Crisis, yeah it's all about the boys IF you only read the first 5 ish comics. After that it's either big comic events or about the girls. Really the girls are the main characters of Young Justice, the boys are there to draw people in.

[walkthevalley]

Trick or Treat Buckets

I'm working at the zoo in my state capital, and my job is to direct people to the trick-or-treat trail. I see all sorts of amazing costumes, excited kids, unaware and/or passed-out-tired babies, and a variety of parents and other grown-ups ranging from childlike in their excitement to exhausted and ready for bed.

I also see a lot of trick-or-treat buckets.

Buckets, bags, tiny backpacks, grocery sacks, even hats.

The thing about the trick-or-treat buckets is that they're all different sizes.

And the kids know.

They're not comparing bucket sizes with each other, no. But they are comparing the amount of candy they get to the size of the bucket they were given.

Most of them, I'm sorry to say, are disappointed.

This isn't to blame the zoo because honestly 14,000 people in one day is a GARGANTUAN amount of candy. Regularly achieving numbers in the 8-10,000 range will rack up a few million dollars in candy alone, and in case you haven't yet seen the prices of Halloween candy this year, well, it's scarier than a horror movie.

But my point is that the kids with the teeny tiny buckets (think Baby's First Halloween size) think they've made out like bandits because they were given such small buckets and they received such a small amount of candy. But they don't care. Their buckets are full.

The kids with large buckets, though?

They know.

They can see.

They can do the math.

They are rightly disappointed because they were given a large bucket and received maybe ten pieces of candy total. Parents are either relieved for the low amount of sugar or deeply sorry for their kids who were so excited to trick-or-treat at the zoo and got so little in reality.

This is what trick-or-treat at the zoo has taught me.

It's okay to recognize that you were given a large bucket for life.

You were given a huge heart that could hold the world. You were given hopes and dreams that go far beyond the daily 9-5 grind with two dogs and a decent yard. You were given talents that far exceed those of your average bear. You were given abilities that make others ask how you do it. You were given passion without equal. You were given a large bucket for life so that you could carry all the wonderful things you're supposed to receive from life.

Other people who are content with a lifestyle that requires little to nothing to get through, or those who are content to remain in a barely-get-by lifestyle, were given small buckets. So when they get a handful of candy, they think they've made out like bandits. #GratefulThankfulBlessed they print on everything.

But what about the people with the large buckets?

Are we supposed to just shut up and be content with the handful of candy in our large bucket that we were given, and not question why our large bucket isn't filled?

I don't think so.

I think the people with large buckets need to recognize they were given a large bucket.

Then the people with the large buckets need to ask why the large bucket I was given isn't carrying all it was meant to carry.

Add in candy thieves, and you've got yourself a recipe for a bad time.

Don't forget the lowlife dirtbags who throw rocks into your bucket and crack it. #trauma #betrayal #abuse #cheating #neglect

My point is that it's okay to say, "Why isn't my bucket full?"

You're not ungrateful. You likely feel bad for saying anything. You probably already understand you didn't have to get any candy, because starving children in Africa don't even know what candy is. Guarantee you are appreciative of the handful of candy you did get.

But that doesn't change the fact that you were given a large bucket and it isn't carrying all it was meant to carry.

It's okay to recognize this. It's okay to say, "Hey this isn't right. I'm getting shorted."

Recently I told God I deserved better out of Him. I told the God who can answer the question "You and what army?" that I deserved better out of Him and was no longer accepting breadcrumbs, mere mouthfuls of dried-out grass, barely skating by, being heartbroken, being betrayed by supposed "friends," being abandoned by people I have loved. I told the God who spoke flaming celestial bodies into existence that I demanded better out of life and starting that day I was done being shortchanged and treated like the redheaded stepchild. Done. No more. It's either everything I deserve, or I quit.

Because as not only a child of God but also as an adopted daughter into the legal heritage of the King of Kings, I do deserve a lot better than what I've been accepting.

Have I not also faithfully served? Have I not done all that You asked of me? Have I not withstood every trial, tribulation, attack, storm, fire? Have I not also earned the fatted calf and the rings and the celebration? Does my bucket not deserve to be filled as full as it was made to be filled???

It does. And I have. And I do. It's not about never making a mistake because God knows I've made my fair share of mistakes. Oops. But simply by virtue of my status as an adopted daughter of the King, my life should be a LOT different from what it is now. My bucket should be full.

And no matter what it may look like to those who probably have smaller buckets or whose large buckets are already full to overflowing, my bucket is not full.

And I'm mad about it.

Yes I sound like a toddler but honestly toddlers have this incredible ability to see things as they are and tell it like it is. Toddlers are honest. Toddlers have an innate sense of "okay" and "not okay." Toddlers are not afraid to tell you they deserve better.

And after all, we are called to have a childlike quality to our faith and spirituality. I wonder if that wasn't a hidden message from our Father that He expects us to know our worth as His creations and as His sons and daughters, and He expects us to say, "Enough shortchanging. I deserve better."

If you're battling your self-worth, it's time you lay down what you think you know of yourself and pick up your ID -- imago Dei. You are not only a creation of the Creator, but you are also, provided you have a relationship with Christ, an adopted legal heir to His wealth.

So, Prince or Princess ... why ya actin' like a pauper?

I'm holding my bucket up now, and I ain't goin' Home until it's as full as it was created to be.

The trick will be getting rid of me.

[spacedace]

It was the final hour. Doomsday at their door, with only hours left before the world was consumed entirely and every last living thing was devoured right along with it.

Summoning the High King of the Infinite Realms was the only option left, and even then felt more like choosing a firing squad rather than a noose at the end of the day. Pariah Dark might - might - accept the task of destroying the foe they faced, but tmit would come at a cost that was near equal to doing nothing at all. Provided the tyrannical ruler simply didn't let them all die, an entire planet dead was an entire planet to add to his endless armies.

They had to try. Stupid and suicidal as it was.

Zantanna and John worked in silence as they created the summoning circle, hands shaking and stomachs cramping as they worked under the apprehensive eyes of the rest of the League. They all understood that no matter what happened, they would all likely end up dead by the end of it. That the best case scenario meant that death was only the beginning of their problems.

Candles were lit. Insense burned. Blood spilled. Words spoken.

Nothing.

Nothing.

It failed, not so much as a flicker of magic. Which was impossible, they'd checked and confirmed a dozen times that they had the right ritual, that they were following the steps, they had done everything right way wasn't it working? What had they done wr-

"Ugh, gross is that blood?"

Elle Phantom, fifteen minuted late to the site of the ritual with both the boys Super, the most murderous Robin and a sugary abomination of an iced coffee from Starbucks, scrunched her nose in disgust as she looked at the summoning circle.

"This ritual is so out of date, where did you even find it? Wait is that Latin? Who tries to summon someone from the Ghost Zone in Latin?"

John had burned through every drop of alcohol and cigarette he owned hours ago while trying to find this bloody damn ritual and was very much not in the mood for the little hellspawn's color commentary on the process.

"I don't bloody well seeing you providing with any alternatives for summoning the Ghost King." He swore, turning away from the gremlin to tear through the ancient book he and Zantanna had discovered with the ritual inside.

There was a loud slurping noise as the undead hero sucked the last remnants of her drink through the straw. John's brow twitched, even Zantanna - who usually seemed endeared by the chaos goblin - looked at the end of her rope.

Then - "Oh, is that who you wanted to summon? Why didn't you say so?" She drifted over, handing her empty drink off to a disgruntled looking Batman, and began rummaging through the unused magival supplies left over from the - failed - summoning circle. "Here, give me like, five minutes."

John was fairly certain his head was about to explode.

"You know how to summon the Ghost King? You?"

Phantom rolled her eyes at him. "Duh, obviously."

"Obviously." Zantanna repeated, looking like she was half a moment away from having a breakdown. She didn't try to stop the ghostly girl, though, and to be fair neither was John. They were already fucked, might as well let the gremlin try her hand at it.

It took less than the five minutes Phantom had claimed she needed.

When she was done there was a significantly smaller circle on the ground. At the cardinal directions of the circle, written clockwise she'd drawn not any magical runes but instead what appeared to be the Roman Numerals for one, then two, then something akin to a sideways T with an additional mark rising upward from the long horizontal bar, then the letter L.

It had to have some kind of ancient magical significance John didn't know as Shazam made a noise like a dying goose and squeaked out the word Loss like it was a question. Phantom gave the Champion of Magic a sharp toothed grin before adding some words in a language John didn't know before she finally allowed gravity to pull her back to earth and plant her feet on the ground.

She wiped her hands together a bit dramatically, looking pleased with herself, but at that point John didn't care. He could feel the building magic, heavy and oppressive as she had begun her task. Unlike the circle he and Zantanna had attempted, this one was working.

He couldn't help thr nervous swallow he gave as Phantom then declared, with a strange amount of seriousness. "All that’s left are the words."

She took a deep breath, eyes closing for a moment, and the world went utterly silent around them. This, John could feel, this was the real deal. Fuck him sideways the hellspawn was actually doing it.

Phantom's eyes opened, glowing with that bright eerie green light of her power. Another deep breath and then -

"You are my dad! You're my dad!" He watched, any scraps of hope she'd instilled in him dying an undignified death as she gave a terrible little wiggle dance while she sang(?) Off key, "Boogie woogie woogie!"

Every last person on Earth was going to die and one of John's last moments was going to be spent watching the little undead shit do the Macarena. Well fuck him, he guessed.

Then there was the sound of the veil between the world's tearing in two and the fucking Ghost King was standing in Phantom's summoning circle screaming in a screeching falsetto:

"When will you learn? When will you learn that your actions have consequences!"

You know what actually at this point John would rather the apocalypse kill him.

[grendel-menz]

I am the shape you made me. Filth teaches filth.