#Timeline \\ The Return of the King

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 273

You know what? We need more Good parents Fentons. 

And you know what else? Technically, Jack helped Danny defeat Pariah via the use of the Ecto-Skeleton. And like, that’s his son, his baby boy. Sure Danny is and has always been a mommy’s boy, but it doesn’t change that fact. They’re both already feeling horrible about the fact they could have hurt him, they could have hurt their son- they have hurt their son, killed him with their inaction and never again. 

So when these oversized jello-eyeballs try to insist that their baby, their precious baby boy, take a crown? Become a king when he’s not even out of highschool, when he doesn’t want it? No. Hell no! That is his Danny-o, his baby boy who was terrified of his own parents! 

Which is how Jack, despite technically still being alive even if so-very ecto-contaminated, became the Ghost King. 

And for some reason there’s several ghosts rather happy about this- oh, these are his Danny-O’s ghost-parents? Not-ghost parents seeing as some of them have never been anything but a realm denizen? That’s really fascinating- y’know what, want some fudge and we can exchange childcare- Maddie dear come over and meet our co-parents apparently!  

Now it’s not all easy, but they’re trying their best, and that’s all that can be asked. 

…

Which is perhaps why it’s so exasperating- or as Maddie would put it, downright infuriating- that it is now, almost an entire year and a half later that the Heroes finally arrive to investigate. Well, at least he has plenty of fudge since it’s almost time for the council meeting. 

[gayofthefae]

Will haunting the narrative as both the innocent who was wrongfully destroyed AND the one that got away.

Season 2 Will impacting everything Mike does from that point forward just as much as Will's death impacts everyone.

El thinks of him when she confronts Brenner about the mind flayer, we know things like that. But Mike also thinks of him when he tells El he loves her.

They're all thinking of him. The last time they saw him.

The way he was never the same.

But Mike is thinking about the last time he saw him.

Losing him.

The way they were never the same.

(The way he can't get him back)

Yes, Will's disappearance changed everyone's trajectory forever. But he also changed Mike. He also made Mike's personal and romantic life impossible to return to after him.

He haunts more than just the people who mourn his death.

(The sole purpose of Mike's season 2 separation from El in the first place is so that he can never truly go back after Will)

[group-dynamic]

Bartender: Hey, man, how's it going?

Me: Yeah, you know, it's good. Just thinking about how Gil Galad's kingship was haunted by Elrond. Like his first great failure after being crowned when he'd barely come of age was showing up too late to stop the destruction of Sirion. How he probably felt a deep personal responsibility to find Elwing's missing boys at least but couldn't even do that. Like, I know he probably got redirected by Cirdan toward all those refugees and stuff, but he probably really wanted a win, especially because he was kinda orphaned by then himself and knew how cruel fate was to the sons of greater destiny. Like all his family who'd been king before him died, like, horrifically? And then when Elrond returns all fine and he comes to Lindon and he's chosen the fate of the elves, Gil Galad's physically haunted by him again. See, but this time he chooses to be haunted by Elrond. Because I think he wants to fix what he sees as his first great failure by restoring a bright future for this kid which was robbed from him when Sirion fell--and it's probably like he wants better for him than what he got, too, because he got this kingship in exile thrust upon him when all he was doing was hanging out with Cirdan making ships or something with the other non-combatants and refugees like he and his mother who were fleeing war and violence and he was like fourth in line to the throne so he probably found out in one fell swoop that all his family's dead and oh, you're king and your destiny's out of your hands. So he's like, I'll make Elrond herald and give him all the experience and guidance on this leadership stuff I never got while also giving him better control of what kind of future he has. Then--get this--he never even marries or has kids and when his reign is coming to an end. . . Which, by the way, he probably foresaw his own death which is fucked-- because he gives Elrond his ring before the war of the last alliance, metaphorically making him his heir and also giving him the opportunity to shape his future. . .Yeah, yeah, cause Elrond wouldn't have been considered suitable to be a lord or a king or anything after he was raised by wolves the sons of Feanor. So when Gil made him herald it was like helping him gain political experience and any status he lost. So anyway, then Gil Galad dies, but in some ways he's spent a greater part of his life dedicated to the act of restoring Elrond to the path he should have been on in an alternate reality where he was raised as Earendil and Elwing's son and like correcting that first failure--but also changing Elrond's fate because Elrond has the ring, like, he literally has Gil Galad's legacy and power in his hands, something he wouldn't have had (or needed?) before. But he decides he won't be king. He'll use that power to guard the place that fulfills the legacies of both him and Gil Galad. He's rebuilt the home he lost, something Gil Galad was trying to give him, and then he makes it a place for all the orphans and the wounded and the refugees--like he even fosters a bunch of future orphan kings and like--

Bartender: Like the ending of Hamilton?

Me: *mumbling into my empty glass* Yeah, exactly like the ending of Hamilton.

[tales-of-the-ghost-zone]

The anti ecto laws go into effect just before S2E2 “Doctors Disorders”. So when Danny’s entire class, including Sam and Tucker, becomes sick with ghost flu and start exhibiting ghost powers, the GIW swoop in and cart all the sick kids off to a GIW facility. They claim the kids are all ecto contaminated and therefore fall under the anti ecto laws! And the GIW aren’t concerned with trying to help the kids get better. Instead they’re experimenting on them. Danny knows he can’t get into the GIW facility to rescue them on his own without getting captured. So he does the only thing he can do, he goes to the Justice League for help.

The Justice League, and the Justice Dark are all together in the watchtower for a meeting when Danny shows up. He’s an absolute mess because his friends and classmates have all been taken by the GIW. And he latches onto the first person in the room that he sees. Which just so happens to be Batman. Now Batman has a sobbing hysterical ghost child clinging to him! Everyone is super confused. It takes them half an hour to calm Danny down enough that he can explain what the problem is.

When they find out about the anti ecto laws and what the GIW have done they are all horrified and pissed!! They immediately set out to rescue Danny’s classmates. And if they just so happen to accidentally destroy the GIW facility along the way well none of them are to broken up about it. After the kids are all rescued, cured from the ghost flu, and returned to their parents, the Justice League sets out to get the anti ecto laws repealed. They reveal to the whole world just what the GIW did to a whole class of innocent human children while using the anti ecto laws as cover to do it! The whole world is outraged! It only takes two days for the laws to be repealed, and for the GIW to be permanently disbanded.

A few days later Danny Phantom does a live tv interview where he answers questions about ghosts and the ghost zone. He hopes that this will help people better understand ghosts and their true nature.

[sweetandglovelyart]

Knightfall in Dream Land - Page 2

Kirby dresses up as Meta Knight and learns that Meta’s old cape was a gift from Dedede.

[galactaknightyaoi]

making a fankid but shaking my head the entire time so people know i'm against the societal belief that everyone's goal and only purpose in life should be to have kids and form a family

[deadm0ss]

More titan luz time!! I got more ideas for how stuff works

Starting off right in the middle of the finale, after kings dad leaves her body instead of goin back to full human she’s still a titan but “powered down”. Slightly longer hair, and lil baby fangs an horns immediately apparent with the bones and fluff still there too

Over the next few years her horns would continue growing and so would she. Tall luz supremacy. She’s like a full head and a half taller than amity by the king-ceañera. Unlike king who’ll get island sized she caps out around the height kings dad showed themselves to her as.

(My brain keept spinning the thought ‘hmm what about when she gets her adult fangs’, yet more for the brainworms to feast on>:3)

[meggydolaon]

something that bugs me about Frieren is that the adventure of the Hero Party to slay the Demon King famously took 10 years... what about the return trip....?

[hjbirthdaywishes]

June 7, 2024

Happy 52 Birthday to Karl Urban.

[sonxofxgondor]

@rangers-arecool asked: Leaving a sleeping Boromir in the dead of night was not something that the quiet Ranger wanted to do. But he had spent much of the afternoon and evening dealing with his father, leaving him worn out when he'd finally gone to bed. She pressed a light kiss to the corner of his mouth and slipped out of the room, just as silently as she had arrived.

A chain made of black obsidian rock, usually found around her neck, and a note explaining she'd been asked by Denethor to go scout out the plains near the Black Gate were the only items left of her presence. At the bottom of the note and written in a very hesitant hand, were the words, 'I love you.' // 💜

Scarred in three points, the span of flesh on torso and chest, the proof that survival and resolve bested Orcish powers, tainted weapon and blackened hearts. Awry and tired, turned more ugly in matters of body, the concerns of the skin, Boromir was, nevertheless, glad to be home. Marble stone and concrete - pillars that reached to the skies above, glistening in pikes and peaks of pearl and silver - banners caught in the breeze, blues and whites swayed. Returned to his people, the ones most loved, those for whom sanity had been lost for. Good friends who smiled so bright; their embraces most welcomed, so needed, the gentle touch of kisses upon cheeks. Hands clasped in firm grip, the feeling of fingers wrapped around and refused to let go, the warmth of Faramir when the chance to be alone graced. Dressed in their garb but as far from warriors as could be had, brothers together again with the happiest of tears, the sensation of wetness dripped down. Onto the jawline, throughout beard and stubble-hairs, until there seemed to be no more cries left.

Ever a loyal and proud son, Boromir relished in the reunion of he and his father. Denethor enthusiastic - within the grand throne room, sunlight brought against window and opened curtain - thin lipped smiles sweeter than the previous scowl, eyes all but colored in a familiar radiance, what had once been but could never be anymore. Accompanied by Pippin and Gandalf, worries for the war melted from the afternoon into the night, the change of bold sun into vibrant stars. Diplomacy married well with obligation of family, the unknown and the understood made into one, a ranger cloaked in her regalia, ever there but quiet. Never beyond the glance of Boromir, Hal and he were inseparable. Since the day that Orcs dared to poison, their brutal force pernicious, an effort to kill committed without pause. An attempt that went not beyond the woods where it started. Finished there, Denethor hid little of his unease about her, always a look of disdain for dear Hal. A soldier of small regard to he; a thorn in his side, an object of undoubted distraction meant for his eldest, the apparent keeper to a gentle heart.

A phantom affection, the kiss that Hal gave to Boromir lingered still. A mysterious possessor's token. Past the hours since she was last within his bedchambers, sheets not slept in and hardly tossed around an exhausted body. Clothed despite, never gone through the process of undress, the letter and chain that dangled in his hands were heavy, sleep-placed haze slowly lifted from Boromir once he removed himself from the bed, wandered and walked the space of his room. She loved him. Hal loved him. Cared for he and adored, gone off to the Black Gates, the request of Denethor but for more reason than the obvious. Overwhelmed but not unhappy, with her chain around his neck did he follow her path, the way that was asked of her, onward to the entrance of Mordor. Surely reckless, a death unneeded would have come for poor Hal. Captured, tortured, used against the intentions of good; Boromir could not stand to think of it, his locks uncombed and his person unbathed, dirty from the prior journey but unable to care.

Run across hill and valley on foot, shield and Arphendil in hand, favored sharped blade, Boromir only stopped once he saw her. Crouched low nearest a mound of soil and weeds, Hal with her hood drawn over the head, focus shifted from one enemy to another. Fixed to the situations of her surroundings; clever, the greatest of her kin, bound to know it was he who followed. Grand tries made in the effort, Boromir had yet to trick, to conceal or to remain unnoticed. Hal was marvelous.

"Did you really believe a letter would be enough?"

Boromir asked, sank low in his stance, a captain within the bounds of cover, baritone stern but not in threat or anger, rather blanketed in sadness and the tremble of fear.

"Forgive me, Hal, for approaching you so boldly, but I must have my say. After all the moments spent together, fighting the foes of Mordor, of which we stand before now, you left me. Parted from me with but a kiss - a kiss that I know for certain was of your lips - a letter, and a chain of black obsidian. Under the command of my father, I understand, but nonetheless, you left. You left, and did not allow me the chance to return my affection. You were gone from me, and I didn't get the chance to say goodbye."

Gray irises brushed glossy, the delicate gathering of tears, Boromir cleared his throat in rough cough, muffled by the back of his hand.

"How could you come here alone? Your strengths are beyond measure, your capabilities unable to be compared, but Hal, can you not see? Never mind the wants of my father! Gods forbid, had the evils that lurked here taken you, stolen you from your friends and family... can you not see how great my heart would break? That my dreams would be filled with nothing but torment? That my happiness, all that I have come to know of it, would disappear, be forever gone? Hal, you left behind a letter, but so, too, have you taken my heart. It came unexpected, but I do not deny what has come over me. Never for the sake of my father, never toward myself."

"I love you. With all my body and of all my soul, I love you. Try not to discourage me from this place, for I will go where ever you do. You'll not be alone - not as long as I live. Scold me later, if you must, but promise me that you will give me time to repay your devotion, to make right what I have wronged. Because, my darling Hal, I am desperate for another chance at your kisses. Their touch has not abandoned me - I feel for you still."

[sysig]

Cool guys, measured in C° (Patreon)

[teabookgremlin]

spent the day crying on and off bc it’s kings birthday and i miss him but was very brave and did not cry at work even when telling my coworkers why i was having a shitty day

[thepaststillhurts]

Return to the Pride Lands

After Narbe took over the Tree of Life and everyone moved to an allied kingdom, Simba returned to the Pride Lands along with Kion and Vitani’s Lion Guard. It had been a while since he last saw his home. The eruption of the volcano with Scar return had caused so much destruction that was so hard to see. The land looked exactly like back when Scar had been king. Everything was burned. Every life was died out. The Pride Rock was the only thing that reminded them of the old kingdom, and towered towards the sky so proudly and steadfastly like a symbol of hope.

Mixed feelings of anger, determination and disappointment were swirling in Simba’s heart as he looked at this barren territory, his eyes filled with tears then his expression turned into frown.

@roarofancients​

[lennythereviewer]

My favorite Kingdom Hearts fact is that one of the biggest plot-holes that Nomura has never been able to meaningfully retcon or write his way out, a plot-hole so big that it fundamentally breaks the very rules the series is written on...

Is the existence of Steamboat Willie

Let me explain for the uninitiated:

In Kingdom Hearts 2, there’s a small detour in the story involving Maleficent trying to invade Disney Castle, the home of King Mickey. She can’t step foot in the castle due to an artefact of pure light that wards off darkness locked in the basement.

Pete, who is working for Maleficent, opens a door into the past (Before Disney Castle, this land was known as Timeless River) and decides to remove the artifact from it’s place in time so it won’t be there to stop them from getting in.

Sora, Donald, and Goofy chase Pete into the past thanks to another magic door provided by Merlin, and through some shenanigans involving old cartoons and teaming up with Pete’s past-self, they lock the door the villains are using, and return the artefact to it’s proper place so it can exist in the present.

You with me so far? Pretty straightforward-ish time-travel plot right?

Here’s where it goes off the rails.

Time travel would go on to become a staple of Kingdom Hearts going forward and would come with a very strict set of rules over how it operates:

1. You can only travel to a point in time where a version of yourself exists

2. You basically give up your body to do so, and travel as a disembodied soul unless you have a vessel to inhabit

3. You can’t alter the past in a meaningful way, what’s going to happen will happen

4. You lose your memories of said trip once you return, but your actions could leave a lingering instinct on your other self that could influence their decisions

“Wait” you may be thinking “Why should anyone go through all those hoops? Wasn’t time travel super simple that first time?”

And you’d be totally right, because the existence of Timeless River completely renders all of these rules and restrictions meaningless. 

There is no version of Sora that existed in Timeless River before he step foot there, everyone kept their bodies, the trio and Pete were able to mess with the timeline as freely as they pleased, and they all very much remember their trip. 

Nomura has never been able to meaningfully explain this super simple, easy way of time travel and the more convoluted method co-existing other than a cheap-throwaway line from one of the villains saying that Merlin “broke the rules” 

The hilarious part about this line is that it implies that PETE of all characters is actually more powerful than the actual villain of the series, because Pete opened a door into Timeless River through sheer willpower and nostalgia for “the good old days”

But the all-knowing chess-master of a villain who had an evil plan several decades in the making with countless moving parts and contingencies to account for had to use the roundabout, more complicated method of time travel where a lot could go wrong.

Pete though? Dude just casually broke all the rules of time travel because he felt like it. He's just built different.

TL;DR: Steamboat Willie breaks Kingdom Hearts lore in half, Pete is more powerful than Master Xehanort, and I fucking love this beautiful trainwreck of a series you guys it means so much to me

I love Kingdom hearts so much.

[summertimemusician]

The Unending Storm

Your name is Link. And the skies have been gray for as long as you can remember.

'The world wasn't always like this,' comes the whispered lament of a princess with hair like spun gold, the cold seeps into your bones from the chilling tempest above. As she looks up at the sky, you wonder if her hair would look like the thing the queen had described as the 'sun' if the clouds didn't cover everything, 'The monsters were supposed to be gone, you know, my mother told me so. And the skies were clear and blue and you could see all kinds of light up there.'

You can barely even begin imagine, the wet, choking cold was all you'd ever know, the chill seeping into your lungs, the humidity always a constant. And now to join the water comes your own blood

...The water level still rises, the last of the Zora had long died out, the forests have long been submerged by the hungry, endless jaws of the deep. The Gorons and Gerudo are gone. The remaining people barely hang on, you've lost everyone, you've failed everyone. As you bleed out with the princess weeping over your body, and the king attempting to stand tall against the malice wearing a Gerudo face, you can't help but think about the uncaring gods up above, so called powerful Din who stands by as one of her worshipers stand against her creations supposedly courageous Farore stands silent as every piece of life she created die and ever watchful Hylia as she does not even deign to give her descendant hope, and ask why. How did this happen? Why did the Hero leave when instead of ending the cycle for good, he merely allowed this world to leave on borrowed time? Why did the queen pass the burden onto her descendant, knowing it was hopeless, but allow her to live a torturous lie that this could be turned around?

Why, why, why?

... Not even wise Nayru can answer you. Or maybe she does not deem it worth answering.

After all, what right did a mortal have to question the will of the gods?

You were never meant to attempt to pick up the sword, this world lived on borrowed time and was just waiting to die. Your failure and attempt at trying to finish what the Hero of Time started prolonged it's suffering, and at the end, you and your predecesor both failed. You'd never be free of this wretched, torturous, unending torrential downpour for sins none of the people should have to have to bear all because of a divine spat and the greed of men.

...You couldn't keep your promise, that once this was all over, you'd gaze upon the stars with Zelda in the green fields of Hyrule.

Your name is Link. People once told you to be a hero as the real one had to leave and in the end, you couldn't save or protect a single thing. No matter how hard you tried.

And in the end of all things, you can't help but think that for your failure, it's fitting that you drown.

[nightingale-prompts]

Overworked- DCxDP prompt

The knight led the group of selected heroes into the throne room. Sitting before a crowd of his people was none other than the ghost king.

"Do not test His Majesty, his mood his well this day. Say only what is necessary." The knight warned before stepping aside.

The kind wasn't what Constantine had mentioned. He was young and rather small for the throne he now sits on. The green flaming crown was unmistakable though.

The young man glared at them with intense animosity, his upper lip curled as he held back a reflexive snarl. Sharp canines peeked out just for a moment as he schooled his expression.

"Do you have any idea what you've done?" The kind said drumming his fingers on the armrest of his chair. His black claws each clicking aginst the cold metal.

The group had been briefed on the situation by Constantine after they were summoning to this realm.

The short and sweet was that they were being mandated to appear before the king of the infinite realms for a long list of violations against the order of the universe. The current group contains Bruce, Clark, Wally, Kon, Jason, Hal, Barry, and Damian. Constantine himself will also be there but he already knows that this tribunal will have multiple groups.

The group reamined mostly silent.

"Where you not read your list of crimes?" The boy asked this time.

An attendant scurried through the crowd with a large scroll in hand before the king immediately waved him off tp return to his post.

"No, lets skip the reading. It would take cycles to get through the charges. Let me be brief. You have all been found guilty of charges of resurrection, time traveling, timeline manipulation, Planetary rearranging courtesy of Mr.Kent here, Interdimensional universe travel, and UNIVERSE MELDING! THE LIST GOES ON!" The king became more irate with every charge. "Tell me why I shouldn't banish you to an empty dimension right this instance."

Constantine knew this was all politics at the end of the day. This whole thing could be smoothed over with the right words by the right person.

"We are human." Bruce said firmly before anyone could stop him. Jason held back a groan of agitation.

"...So you are. What does that have to do with anything?" He boy asked.

"Isn't it natural for us to want to live and do whatever we can to keep living?" Bruce responded

Murmurs erupted amongst the crowd of onlookers.

"So what? Do you think you are the exception then? Look around heroes. This room is full of ghosts who would also have done to keep living. My people couldn't avoid death but they accepted it. What can I say to them if I let you go while they paid their price? How fair would that be?" The king condemned.

The murmurs turned into cheers for their king's words. It was unfair. Why do they get to do what they want without repercussions when they died without even getting the option to live?

"If it counts for anything many of us died to protect as many people as possible," Hal said.

"Well, good for you. How much was that sacrifice worth in the face of your resurrection? That probably doesn't feel cheap at all." The king said sarcastically. "I suppose that goes for most of you."

"I have an objection. Resurrection is not a choice if someone chooses to bring us back we don't get a say. By default we shouldn't be charged for it." Jason argued.

The king paused and raised a hand silencing the crowd.

"Hmmm, I suppose you are correct. Fine, I will strike it from the record." The kind relented.

The heroes had finally found an in. If they could argue their charges down they could leave.

"None of use have willingly time traveled. Hell i hated it. Being lost in time was not a chose we made." Wally said as Barry nodded along.

The king bit the inside of his cheek as he pondered the response.

"I suppose I can overlook it."

"Let me just say that any melding of the universe happened as a consequence of our battle with Darkside." Clark said getting rid of their their biggest charge.

"Darkside?" The king narrowed his eyes.

A courtier stepped forward and leaned down to whisper into the boy king's ear.

"I see. He will be added to the ledger for his crimes. His trial will not be as forgiving as yours. You will not be seeing him again." The boy silently signaled to the knight who bowed and exited with a group of others.

The boy sighed and stood up.

"Follow me."

The group was led down a long corridor to an office with stacks of paperwork from floor to ceiling lining the walls.

"Welcome to my personal hell." The king announced.

Constantine whistled at the sheer number of documents scattered across the room.

"Sorry about the whole court thing. I don't really want to do it but I kind of have to. The Observers demand some kind of punishment for violations. Also, you need to understand that your actions are kept track of and you can't escape it. When you break the rule I have to do the paperwork. AND I HATE PAPERWORK. So here is the deal. You guys bring me the people that have done worse than you on this list and I'll call it square. And if you don't I take everyone's souls." The King handed the scroll to Bruce. "I want the Al Ghul clan first."

"Wait but my-" Damian spoke out but was cut off by the King's raised hand to silance him.

"It is irrelevant to me what your personal issues are. Every violator will be judged for their crimes. If they can give me a good plea then they can return. Consider yourself lucky that you're too young for a full sentencing. As for the rest just do what I say and make up for your crimes. This is a mercy so don't complain."

It was clear that the moody young king wasn't going to argue. It was best to keep quiet and before they knew it the group was sent back to earth.

"You have no idea how lucky we got," Constantine said lighting up a cigarette and leaving to get a drink.