North America relationship headcanons (dysfunctional ver.):
(Warnings for brother complexes bordering on incest. Also to clarify this is only one version of my headcanon for these three's dynamics.)
Matthew and Maria have a complicated relationship. Both of them know the other prefers Alfred, and while they've never FOUGHT about Alfred, there's always tension due to the fact they don't fully approve of the other's relationship with him.
Maria has always felt that Matthew is too possessive of Alfred. She can't admit it to herself yet, but she fears Matthew's feelings towards Alfred are not entirely like a brother's.
Maria first started becoming suspicious when Canada declared war on Japan before even the USA in World War II - it didn't make sense to her, politically, and she feared that Matthew had done something irresponsible in order to make it happen. She later finds out what he'd done, and while she swore to keep it to herself out of love for both of her siblings, it's also filled her with fear.
Matthew just straight up resents sharing Alfred with Maria, and a part of him feels that Alfred feels closer to Maria than he does with him, despite their governments.
Matthew's feelings towards Alfred is shaped by his invisibility. I've mentioned it before, but my headcanon is that Alfred's strength and Matthew's invisibility were gifts from their mother to protect them when she had to leave. However, as they grew older, their gifts started malfunctioning. Matthew is often forgotten or unseen by everyone except Alfred (& Maria, but she's distant even if she can see him). So Matthew has spent years only ever getting attention and acknowledgement from his brother. Matthew copes by believing the only love he needs is his brother's love.
The thing is, even though Alfred loves Matthew, his attention also gets pulled in different directions constantly. There's their older sister. Arthur. Alfred's few friends. His love of learning and experimenting. His work.
Matthew cares about Arthur, but he also resents him because he believes he's the reason for a distance between him and Alfred that doesn't exist between Alfred and Maria. Matthew was personally involved during the War of 1812, desperate to bring Alfred back into the fold (and back with him). Though Alfred and Matthew have long ago laid that conflict to rest, Matthew doesn't believe Alfred has forgotten that there was a time Matthew chose someone else over his brother. (This conflict doesn't ever occur for Maria and Alfred, as all the conflicts between their countries never involved each other.)
Matthew is right. Alfred never quite forgets that Matthew chose to support Arthur back then, and it does mean that Alfred trusts Maria to support him and have his back more than he does Matthew. It's not only 1812 - Matthew has a terrible habit of being a little too protective, to the point of being stifling. Alfred keeps things from Matthew just to not get nagged at.
Matthew loves Alfred more than Alfred loves him. This is for many reasons, but the biggest one being that Alfred doesn't see Matthew in the way Matthew sees Alfred. The other reason is that Matthew's world being is a lot smaller because of his malfunctioning powers, and both Maria and Alfred are complicit in not helping Matthew enough - Maria because she fears her brother, and Alfred because he's oblivious to Matthew's struggles.
In fact, Alfred is sometimes jealous of Matthew, who he thinks is more palatable to other Nations due to his calm, quiet nature. Alfred sees Matthew as someone who is always achieving things more smoothly than Alfred, and he's convinced that people who know both him and Matthew prefer Matthew more, which is a large part of why Alfred's close friends are ones that don't care about Matthew at all (Tony, Belarus, etc.).
Maria and Katyusha are good friends, and Katyusha often tells Maria that she wishes her sibling got as long as well as Maria's do. Maria hates it, but she also hides the strain between she and her siblings so they seem more like a loving family to the other Nations.
Maria is the oldest. Matthew is the middle child. Alfred is the youngest.
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I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt
“Woah. You look like shit."
Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.
The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.
"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."
And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.
The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.
If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.
"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.
"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.
"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.
The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.
He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."
There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.
"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."
Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"
"Daniel? Is that you?"
His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.
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Dc x Dp Prompt #3
Immortal Ghost King Au:
Daniel Fenton was crowned as High King Phantom of the Infinite Realms on his 16th birthday. He knew many were opposed to him being crowned at such a young age (he was too), but the Realms had gone too long without a ruler and it was getting restless.
The Realms were sentient to some extent. It can not run itself as it has no form but it chooses a host, a King if you will, to fulfill its wishes. It may have lived on an entire millennia without a ruler, but it was only out of sheer luck and the contributions of countless gods that it had survived. The Infinite Realms needed a King and Danny Phantom was the only contender.
So the people were ignored and their boy king was crowned. However Phantom was young and naive, a child as both a human and a ghost. Even worse, he knew nothing about being a king. But the little godling would learn and learn he did.
Most kings were taught before they were coronated, but Danny had no such privilege. His coronation came and left with the wind. His private lessons overshadowed any thoughts he had left of mortal schooling. And Danny gave up on living a normal human life.
That last part was perhaps the easiest for Danny. Amity Park was already considered too liminal for them to have any “sentience”. The GIW had all but declared war on the Realms with their continuous violent actions upon his people and the land itself.
It wasn’t difficult for Amity to give up their “rights” and “humanity” either. They said good riddance to the world that never helped them, to the heroes that ignored their cries for help. And they bowed to Phantom, declaring him their King, just as he declared them citizens of the Infinite Realms.
He welcomed his liminals with open arms, vowing to protect them from any harm that would come their way, just as he would with any of his other citizens. He gave them a home in the Realms, an island- no a haunt of their own should they wish to truly reject the land of the living, and they accepted. Not many wanted to try their luck against the human government.
But with a God, no, their King on their side, they knew their safety and happiness was all but assured. After all, it was Phantom who protected them even as they turned their own backs at him. It was Phantom who fought against foes that could have erased him from existence.
And of course it was Phantom who would now receive any and all support he could ever want and need should he declare war against the humans of Earth. No, there was no need for people of the Infinite Realms to worry. High King Phantom was a God after all. It was only ever his right to exact divine punishment onto those who opposed and threatened his will. It was not their fault if the humans actively went against his will. No, the humans had no one but themselves to blame for whatever came for them.
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fionna's world being represented by a dandelion makes so much sense ... they're weeds. yet people make wishes through them, changing their whole meaning from something meant to be destroyed to something hopeful.
dandelions are also resilient and it makes sense that something associated with them would. you know. perservere despite the destruction caused by the scarab.
but ultimately i think what REALLY made me tear up over this is that dandelions are really boring plants. when you're a kid you blow on them and make your wish but they're not eyecatching or anything but still, fionna's final wish was for her old world to still exist as it was when she left it (> plain and simple. boring even).
like the moment she realized she would lose her friends, and that her friends might forget each other if the world got its magic back, she immediately decided she didn't want it and I think that ties back to the dandelion metaphor so well... like, do you really need magic to be real to find it everywhere? or can you turn something boring into something magical?
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