#possible reformed vlad masters

[moonlupine]

id like to add that while i was Thinking this went in like, 4 different directions

direction 1 was going from state to state to riot and tear down any and all GIW bases, either disregarding heros or having them join in when they realize that Something Hinky was goin on w this supposed governement division wait a minute-

direction 2 was, they go straight to either gotham or metropolis since i'd imagine that despite outside forces (cough Luthor or corrupt officials cough) that they have some of the best resources for metas or otherwse cause A) Wayne enterprises cause duh or B) metropolis because idk its metropolis, so they go for help or refuge or something

direction 3 was, well actually i see a lot of stuff how gotham could be a good source for ecto, since its almost a literal hellhole and def cursed and im sure a cursed city would be like 'yeah sick' to suddlenly getting these Nice Strong Occupants despite what anyone else would say about it, since Amity is yknow, d u s t (reduced to atoms) PLUS brucie wayne is seen always donating to charity and sets up help shelters for homeless and meta's and stuff

direction 3.5 was hey, bruce wayne is the Prince of Gotham, and does a lot for the city, and is putting so much effort into this city that anyone else would have given up on (sound familiar?) and Gotham is hella cursed, so like....  👀 👀 👀 👀 Monarchy Meeting anyone?

and then direction 4 was like, hey actually what if Amity Park is in a different dimension (as i love to see in dpxdc crossovers), and their town is gone, the world turned against them, theyre outnumbered 100 to 1, time to fight their way to Wisconsin to get to Vlad's portal to get the fuck out of dodge (in this instance i like to think that at some point vlad was stuck in amity w/ everyone else, and experiences a "No one can terrorise my godson but me!!" moment, and joins their side because haha oh wait this affects me too and i didnt think about the consequences if the GIW actually got competent because i didnt think that was an option [in the other directions i think it can go either way on if vlad is with them or against, but i like the idea of disehlved and war torn mr masters kicking ass to protect this scrungly ass teen he calls his godson]) and they end up going through the portal, and travel through the Realms but have to find another dimension to reside in quick because liminals need human stuff and ecto stuff, and they have kids and babies (i mean its a whole ass town), and the universe they end up in is, of course, the DC universe and the JL are like 'w h a t' when this big ass group of refugees pops up in an abandon town/series of warehouses/field/idk and its like 'oh shit does that kid/teen/young man have a crown oh no oh fuck this could mean war if this is a super strong and durable race looking for a home we need to make sure no one fucks this up and declares war because desperation = b a d

Mob Song But For DPx DC

okay so like, i was listening to the Mob Song from Beauty and the Beast (the metal cover by jonathan young) and like

I had some Thoughts

The people of Amity Park, marching across the US, absolutely fuckin livid and done with everything the GIW has ever put them through, from disturbing the peace to attempted genocide, and now they have no amity left, nothing but the people, hurt and dirty and pissed, because goddamn it, that was their home, and now the teenagers and the fentons are leading the charge, because the kids went through puberty in an ectoplasmic marinade, and while ALL of amity are liminal to some degree, the kids and young adults all have it the most, theyre the one's with uncanny perception and strength, talking to plants and tech and being far to flexible or durable, and the whole fenton family is very much liminal, it just too too long for the Drs to realize, but they did, and they listened, and its no excuse for everything that happened, so they're giving it their all, every ounce of energy is going into the facts, the real ones

People have signs, and megaphones, shouting that 'they are people too' and 'they deserve better' 'it's been years, metas have their rights, why dont we?', there are signs, calling for action, pleading for help, sharing stories, listing out the sins of the GIW and the US government, whether it was intentionally malicous or negligent and ignorant of something that 'wasnt real'

It's like everything developed overnight, the figurative internet black hole where amity was gone, the GIW firewalls torn apart, the town that was just another nothing name on a map is here and present and so so pissed

The heros of the world wake up, turn on their news, and see absolute chaos, because its a whole fucking town that essentially didnt exist for years, and now it does and it is loud about its presence, tired of being smothered to nonexistence, and it's their mission to tear the GIW apart, in any way they can

[kaidatheghostdragon]

Found this while going through my fanfic files, and i absolutely had to share.

Danny: i want in

Red robin: …what?

Danny: your bat family. I want in.

Red robin, blinking in surprise: i dont know what you think you know about my associates, but we're not-

Danny: dont be obtuse. I know youre the smart one. And i also know that your all one big relatively happy family. I want in.

Red robin: …why?

Danny: because you guys are the first people ive found that are wealthy, intelligent and powerful enough to take on my fruitloop godfather and win AND are decent enough human beings that i can be assured that when all is said and done, my well-being will remain a top priority.

Orphan, appearing out of nowhere: new brother!

Danny: *stares in shock*

Danny: *sudden uncanny grin* well that's one convinced. How do i win over the rest?

Orphan: no need. New brother!

Red robin: *pointed glance of betrayal* fine. Who is your godfather?

Danny: vlad masters. He's a fruitloop.

Red robin: for real? B's been investigating him for years! Tell me everything! *genuinely excited for a new lead*

Danny: well, he's tried to murder my dad and marry my mom, gained his wealth illegally, committed voting fraud to become the mayor of my hometown, has a secret underground lab where he does unethical experiments, and he's abducted me more than a dozen times even before my parents disowned me to make me his evil apprentice or whatever. Now that im homeless, he's literally out to get me. Oh! And he's cloned me too! She's cool though, we're buddies now.

Batman, who just arrived but heard everything over comms: hn. (Translation: who are you?)

Danny: my name is Danny. No last name anymore, but im hoping itll soon be Wayne! *winking suggestively*

Batman: hn? (how much do you know?)

Danny: enough to know that youre a much better alternative to vlad.

Batman: …hn (i dont know anything about you. What if youre a spy for vlad?)

Danny, giving his salesman pitch: i was a teen vigilante in amity park before i had to run away from home for my own safety. Vlad is one of my rogues. I know how to fight and defend myself, how to minimize collateral damage in a fight, and ive gotten really good and escaping kidnapping attempts. Ive also managed to reform and/or make allies out of approximately half of my rogues and can talk down about 30% of all rogue confrontations before they turn into a messy fight. The other things i can bring to the table are: one, i can teach all of you guys proper liminality self care; two, i can probably minimize and possibly cure red hood's anger issues; three, i can get along with stabby robin because i consider fighting a friendly social interaction - he can even stab me and i wont be injured by it; four, i can be your go-to guy for supernatural cases so you no longer have to deal with that sad trenchcoat man; five-

Red robin: *blurting* youre hired.

Batman: hn (i am deeply concerned)

Danny: if youre concerned now, wait until i tell you about the anti ecto control act

Nightwing, who showed up in the middle of the sales pitch: ive never seen anyone crack B's grunt language so quickly

Danny: grunt language? He's just using ghost speak - which will be covered by the liminality self care lessons

Robin, who arrived with batman: what is a liminal?

Danny: all of you, of course! Otherwise you wouldnt need to learn about it, obviously

Robin: and why would we trust you?

Danny: did i mention i have a pet ghost dog?

Robin: …you drive a hard bargain

Danny, fist pumping: yes! That's three!

Nightwing: four, you got me when you could understand B's grunting

Red Hood, arrived with nightwing: five, assuming you arent lying about the pit rage

Danny, hand to his chest: i would never!

Orphan: honesty. Earnest. New brother.

Oracle, over comms: six. The anti ecto acts are legit and im terrified for his safety, assuming he's phantom, who is the vigilante of amity park

Spoiler, arrived with orphan: seven, as long as youre down for a few pranks

Batman: hn (ive been outvoted)

Batman: hnn (i dont wanna hear any jokes about adoption habits when you all forced my hand)

Batman: hn (that said)

Batman: welcome to the family

Duke, the next day: man, i miss out on everything exciting.

Duke, blinded by danny: and who the fuck told bruce he could adopt the fucking sun?!

[aikoiya]

DP AU - PT AU - The Bat

The Bat had noticed that Masters' criminal activity had been on a severe decline recently.

As such, in order to try & assess the possible reasons as to why that was, Bruce had sent an invitation to the secret criminal CEO. Luckily, he'd accepted.

---

He'd invited Jason's new girlfriend to the gala under the guise of spreading awareness of the young woman's new & promising reformation program that had been showing oddly encouraging signs.

So far, Harley & Poison Ivy had both been showing great improvements socially.

Bruce was hesitant, yet strangely hopeful as he knew that Jason wouldn't get involved with someone he didn't know for sure was legitimate.

Interesting thing, she'd requested an invitation for her sister who was apparently a doctor looking to become part of the project to create a cure for Huntington's Chorea which Bruce was funding in hopes of helping Mrs. Fries recover.

Of course, Bruce was more than happy to extend one for her.

---

Bruce was rather bored with Masters' entitled, smug, self-aggrandizing form of speech.

When, suddenly, his guest glanced up & went strangely quiet, having seemingly found something interesting behind him. Far more interesting than Bruce or himself anyway. The VladCo. CEO's eyes seemed to light up, a genuinely pleased smile curling his lips.

Looking back over his shoulder, Bruce spotted a very beautiful young woman with midnight black hair, sapphire eyes, & nearly-flawless porcelain skin approaching them with a bright smile. If not for the plethora of scars crisscrossing over her skin, it would be flawless.

Her hair was in a halfup do that was pulled into a braided crown that circled her head before flowing down her back in waves. If he looked behind her, he'd see that it was kept in place by a big, silver, celtic knot, moon hair pin in the back with little silver star pins for accents.

Though, what really caught Bruce's attention were the defined muscles she exhibited. She had a hard, chiseled musculature & stark, obvious scars of varying shades all over that caused many to glance at her snobbishly. It was obvious that she was a fighter. Possibly a soldier of some sort.

Yet, despite this, her figure was phenomenal. She somehow managed to retain an hourglass shape with D-cup breasts, not too slim waist, & 44" hips. Not many women could manage that.

In stark contrast, she wore a lovely, yet modest sapphire blue evening gown. It was sleeveless & bodiced with a high-low, floor-length skirt & a ruffled, off-the-shoulder, boat-neck. Her soul mark prominently on display in the center of her chest. Rolling crimson waves beneath a starry sky with a silvery, full moon at its peak. This meant that she was either searching for her other half, or she'd already found him.

Neither her makeup nor her jewelry was anything too extravagant or expensive, just pretty & sophisticated.

Her lips were stained a nice burnt peach, eyeshadow a brown gradient with light sparkle, a very light dusting of delicate blush, mascara & eyeliner formed to shape a cute cat's eye lash, & her manicured nails were painted blue with silver tips.

Her jewelry consisted of a simple silver crescent pendant with a pearl on a thin, silver chain with matching ten-point star earrings. Finally, her feet were held in a pair of silver, strappy wedges. A little odd for formal wear, but nothing too terrible.

Altogether, she was quite lovely & sophisticated.

Preparing to put on his playboy routine, Bruce was slightly shocked when the woman completely ignored him in favor of Masters, who seemed entirely too pleased with this fact by the smug, self-satisfied smirk that briefly passed his lips.

The other businessman's eyes hooded as he smiled fondly at the young woman. He reached up to delicately brush a loose hair out of her face & behide her ear, his fingers lightly grazing her cheek as he did so.

Vlad: "You look absolutely stunning, my dear."

She just smiled warmly, pressing her cheek into his palm, causing the man's smile to widen, lighting up his eyes as his cheeks dusted ever so slightly rosy.

The pair then chatted amiably for a moment, completely forgetting Bruce's presence, in such a way that he quickly figured out that they knew each other very well.

The Bat noticed something had changed in Vlad. Where before he was guarded & held a cold, calculating look in his eye, now the tension had seemed to all-but disappear, still obviously alert, but shoulders & jaw now relaxed, his eyes bright with interest & pupils slightly dilated. His lips were curved upward in a tiny, pleasant smile that belied deep fondness, his head was tilted towards the woman & his upper body leaning slightly forward, all to indicate that he was giving the young lady his full attention. It all suggested that he found the woman deeply attractive.

The woman then finally seemed to notice the Wayne & turned to address him apologetically.

Woman: "My appologies, but I seem to have forgotten myself."

She held out her hand to Bruce as if for a handshake.

Woman: "My name is Diana Selena Fenton, but please call me Dina. Nice to make your acquaintance."

Bruce blinked, realizing that this was Jasmine Fenton's sister & wondered how a medical student could have such a physique, then took her hand with a winning smile & kissed her knuckle, which seemed to cause Masters' eyes to narrow & his lips to pull into a sneer.

Bruce: "Charmed. I'm Bruce Wayne."

Dina: "Oh, I know. I've heard quite a lot about you & your so-called 'band of misfit children.' Isn't that right, Vlad?"

There wasn't even a hint of malice, her tone was light & playful, even teasing.

The silver-haired man's previous grimace melted off his face & was replaced with a playful smirk of his own.

Vlad: "I suppose that I have been rather talkative about the Waynes lately."

Bruce: "I believe that you're also attempting to become part of one of the projects I'm funding."

Dina: "That's right, the Huntington's Chorea."

Vlad: "You'd be lucky to have her on your team. She's highly talented & top of her class. Diana's actually working on ideas to cure the Titan formula."

For just a moment, Bruce was shocked & highly, HIGHLY sceptical. If he weren't him, the man wouldn't have been able to help the suspicious look that nearly graced his face. After all, he'd been trying to fix Mr. Freeze for years. How could some greenhorn do what he'd failed to repeatedly.

The Fenton girl was put out, lightly smacking the man beside her in admonishment.

Dina: "Vlad! That was supposed to remain a secret until I was sure it'd work!"

Vlad: "My apologies, душа моя. (Pronounced 'dooSHAH maYA,' means 'my soul.') I'm just so very proud of you. I didn't mean to ruin the surprise."

Bruce's eyes widened in realization at the endearment. It was only ever appropriate to call anyone something like that specifically if they were their soulmate. So, this definitely had the implication.

---

Dina: "I theorize that part of the reason behind the Joker's inability to recover might, first, be that he simply doesn't want to, to begin with. You can't really fix anyone other than yourself, only help to facilitate the changes that they wish to make to themselves."

Dina: "However, there is also the possibility, however slight, that it might also be chemical in nature. Not in so much that he's taking drugs, as his chemical makeup has been compromised in a way that might make him incapable of regulating his own dark impulses. Imagine it as if his id is always in full control, as if he has no Dr. Jekyll & is instead Mr. Hyde at all times. In such a situation, even if he wanted to change & become better, he might not be capable of it."

The more he listened, the more uneasy he felt. He'd never thought that the Joker might have a severe chemical imbalance.

Bruce: 'And if he is chemically compromised, it'd be a fool's errand to even try to give him psychological help because his brain chemistry might be so imbalanced that his mind wouldn't even generate the proper responses & would simply propel him deeper into madness.'

Bruce: "Provided this were true, would you have any idea what chemicals could've caused such a thing to begin with?"

Dina: "No idea. I'd need to see his medical information. Get a clear analysis of his brain. It'd be several years, possibly decades, mind. I'm still learning as far as neuroscience goes. Jazz is better with it & I'm trying to catch up. Please, keep in mind that this is just a theory. I don't wish to get your hopes up."

They all started chatting pleasantly &, shockingly, Vlad laughed happily & genuinely at Dina's jokes, made pleasant conversation & paid her many compliments. Not even once making a single snide remark or some sort of backhanded insult or self-compliment.

Vlad Masters was obviously very attracted to the young miss Fenton & it seemed that the feeling was mutual.

---

Dina glanced at Mr. Wayne, noticing the slightly faraway look in his eye as Vlad continued to chatter incessantly about his recent accomplishments.

Deciding to give the man a break, Dina gently grabbed Vlad's arm nearest to her with both hands to get his attention & looked up at him with an askance expression.

Dina: "I thought you said you'd share a dance with me, Big Guy?"

Vlad blinked down at her, a smile slowly forming on his face & a thrill glint in his eye.

Vlad: "Yes, of course. You're quite right, лунечка моя. I did say that, didn't I?" (Pronounced 'lunescha maYA'; translates to 'my little moon')

He used his free hand to lightly touch hers before turning to Bruce to excuse himself.

Vlad: "I'm afraid that I'll have to cut this short. It seems that I have quite the important prior arrangement to attend to."

Bruce: "No problems. I don't blame you for choosing such a lovely lady over me. Go have fun."

He watched the 2 leave, furrowing his brow when the woman turned to look over her shoulder at him & flash him a thumbs up & a smile.

The Dark Knight realised then that she must've noticed his disinterest & saved him some time & sanity.

He narrowed his eyes, reaching up to adjust his tie before whispering into his earpiece.

Bruce: "I believe I just learned what's been keeping Masters' attention."

Phantom Twins AU Masterlist

[nerdynanny]

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.

[mkarchin713]

All I can think about if how absolutely thrown Bruce “martial arts expert” Wayne and Lex “I have Amazons for body guards” Luther would be watching Masters and his godson fight like a couple of football hooligans at the gala.

At least Masters didn’t start biting back until his godson dissed the Packers.

Vlad in the DC universe has got to be one of the most bizarre people within the billionaire circle ever right?

Owner of multiple extremely valuable businesses, all of which he did not start himself and bought through mysterious and suspicious means. He's clearly got an evil-mastermind hypnosis thing going on - but also he's not doing anything else with his mind control abilities and he doesn't live in any of the more populated cities.

Instead he spends all his time trying (and failing??) to buy the Green Day Packers (again, why doesn't he use his mind-control here? Some strange sense of honor? love?) and living in a giant castle enshrining the proud state of Wisconsin's history of cheese-making. (The equivalent of living in the Bass Pro Pyramid, or Blucifer.) But despite his love of Wisconsin he also just f*cks off one day to become Mayor of some middling town in Illinois where his big platform is fighting ghosts.

Like I'm imagining Lex Luthor and Bruce Wayne meet him at a gala one day. Lex wants to scope out if he can work with/use Vlad and Bruce is investigating him. They're both thinking that he's just doing an eccentric billionaire act the same way Lex does his good-guy philanthropist routine and Bruce has his himbo-dad mask... except no, Vlad is really just in love with Wisconsin and he is actually obsessed with ghosts.

Halfway through the gala he starts fighting with his best friend's teenage son.

[hello-im-not-a-possum]

Shattered Identity.

Chapter six: Leave a bitch alone for TWO minutes...

Chapter one. Chapter two. Chapter three. Chapter four. Chapter five.

By the time Danny and his friends had finally left the Masters estate, it was too late in the day for Vlad to go out and run those errands he was planning on doing. ...Well, he could try, but he knew that by the time he walked to the closest place he needed to be at, they'd be closed and considering that he didn't have a driver's license for his current self, he didn't want to risk driving and getting stopped by police.

So that just left him here, alone with his thoughts in this mansion that felt even bigger and emptier than usual-

No.

He knew it was more than just feelings, the mansion was emptier because he was too used to their company and it was bigger because he IS smaller, was he even nineteen or did he just think that he was because that's how old he was when he died? They kept mistaking him for younger ages and while he was neglected and abused in that hellish hospital, he was never starved to the point where he was THIS grotesquely thin, even at his worst back there...

Not to mention, Tucker's question was still on his mind. For all he knew his brain was being eaten alive by his own sickness. God, he was so stupid for not even once considering that his FLESH EATING DISEASE LOCATED ONLY ON HIS HEAD would begin to EAT THE FLESH INSIDE HIS SKULL.

"Jack? Are you okay?"

All this time, all the schemes that seemed insane in hindsight, all the self-sabotage, all these confusing and conflicting thoughts, and they could all be explained by his own disease ruining his life as it did always did, and he was too much of a fool to even notice it. He may have the brief euphoria of finally putting a name and face to something that's been plaguing him since the first day he became a half-ghost, but it was snuffed out by the notion of how serious of a problem it was.

"...What are you talking about..?"

And he can't forget Frostbite's words either; 'If he was even the slightest bit weaker, he could’ve been completely destroyed by that thing!', 'this was a crack, normally something that would’ve been followed by completely shattering', 'he seems to have resorted to a form of self-sacrifice. I have never seen a fire core this dull in color before and I fear what it means for both him...', 'I’m not aware of what he’s sacrificing to mend himself and to be honest, I’m not sure if he knows what he’s giving up either. There’s almost endless possibilities to what will reform from it: He could come out as a feral ghostly beast with no humanity at all, a fully human being who could never become a ghost again, a clueless fool, ... a child, an old man, something weak, … The only certainty here is that the sacrifices he makes won’t be easily undone, if at all.'

"Huh..? What are you- How do you know who Frostbite is? Did Danny have to take you to him..?"

While to Danny, this was a warning to keep an open mind but still stay cautious, to him, it was a warning that his own body was unstable, unpredictable, a mess filled with problems and a body that is ready and willing to betray him at any given moment and that he will be STUCK this way for until something finds his pathetic weakened state and delivers the last blow.

"Wait a minute... ...You... you're..! AURGH! Never mind, we'll talk about that later, just look at me and tell me what's wrong! ...Can you at least tell me if your hands and face are supposed to be leaking ectoplasm? I... I don't think your human form should be doing that..!"

Something is wrong with him-

Something is wrong with him-

Something is wrong with him-

"Jack?! Vlad?! What's wrong with you?! Are you melting?! Speak to me!"

Something is wrong with him-

Something is wrong with him-

Something is wrong with him-

"I don't know how to help if you won't tell me!"

Something is wrong with him-

Something is wrong with him-

Something is wrong with him-

"I'm going to call Danny and Jazz! They'll know what to do!"

Something is wrong with him-

Something is wrong with him-

Something is wrong with him-

"...Vlad..?"

Something is wrong-

"Vlad!"

...

.....

...

He peeled himself off the floor, his ears were ringing too loud for him to notice that he was still gasping for air as he looked around, trying to ground himself in his surroundings.

It was just how he left it: a mess. It wasn't 'aftermath of a college party' levels of bad, but it was still pretty bad, especially for his standards; empty pizza boxes, empty soda cans, liquid ectoplasm staring at him with twitching disembodied eyes, staring at him judgmentally, someone threw up on the floor...

Whelp, no time like the present to clean up the messes at the Estate, can't hold a funeral for his 'dead billionaire dad' in a filthy mansion after all.

He picked up empty pizza boxes and stacked them on a table while making his plans.

While he's at it, he might as well sort out what he should keep for himself and what he should use to bribe other ghosts to come to the funeral.

He got a garbage bag and threw the empty soda cans into it, rolling his eyes when he saw that one of the cheese pizzas had been smashed and stomped into his nice carpet. Judging by the boot print in the pizza as well as Sam's antagonistic behavior towards him, it was likely her doing.

He shook his head as his thoughts were starting to steer towards petty revenge, she's not his biggest problem, he shouldn't occupy any part of his possibly deteriorating brain with that brat when he had much more pressing matters he should do, like feed the cats, make sure there wasn't ghost gunk oozing around the mansion, record a message from Vladimir- er, his older self revealing that he's the Wisconsin Ghost for the funeral, for that he'd need to make a hologram of his former form, luckily since he has made them before, making another couldn't be too hard, he already has all the stuff...

And he should probably take a nice, long bath after he's done with all of that.

Yeah, that sounds... nice...

He left the room to grab a mop while Danielle... wasn't sure what to make of the scene she just saw from the foyer.

"You said he was ranting about Frostbite before he kept saying that something was wrong with him and he passed out, right?" Jazz's voice reminded her that she was still on the phone. "Do you remember what he said?"

"Yeah, I think he was repeating things that he overheard Frostbite say about him, but only the negative things... I think."

"As in insults or..?"

"No, at least, I don't think he meant them as insults.... They seemed more like warnings and he took them the wrong way. Like how his core is a weird color for his type and it's not a good sign?"

"Okay..."

"Oh, and I should probably tell you that he just got up and is now cleaning the mansion like nothing happened."

"That's... good? I guess. I mean, it's better than him just staying face down unconscious in ectoplasm and his own vomit."

"Yeah, but... Are you really sure he's Vlad? I mean, sure, I know what I saw, you told me about the core incident and he knows things the real Vlad probably would know, but he just seems so... different from both the put-together father I thought I knew and the cut-throat megalomaniac he actually was. And even when he thinks he's alone he referred to Vlad as a different person, he even called himself 'Vladimir' before correcting himself."

"Well, he's also physically a teenager so it's not too far of a stretch to assume that he's mentally a teenager too. According to mom and dad, he was a pretty cynical, nihilistic guy when he was naturally a teen, so those traits mixed with what seems to be either inflicted anxiety, some form of PTSD that came from the traumatic event of almost getting destroyed or both anxiety and PTSD seems to have resulted in... ...Him becoming that."

"That makes sense..."

Dani nodded in thought while watching the older teen inspect his mopping handiwork, wipe the sweat of his brow, mildly recoil when he saw the somewhat-dried vomit on his hand, and yell the words 'CREME BRULEE' as loudly as he could as if cursing to the heavens and then took out a handkerchief to wipe off his face and hands before leaving, most likely to the closest bathroom.

She snorted in mild amusement at that, Vlad Masters or Jack Masters, some things just never change it seems.

"Although him referring to himself as a different person while alone is interesting..." Jazz mused, more thinking out loud than actually considering studying his mental state. "It's a shame we can't accurately compare and contrast his current mental state to what his mental state was like before the accident. Who knows, maybe he had a 'Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde' complex and considers his human half and ghost half to be separate yet intertwined entities."

"Maybe I could ask him?"

"...Considering how he reacted the last time someone asked him something about himself that he hasn't thought about on his own, I think it might be in his best interest to give him time to stabilize himself first..." Jazz cringed over the phone line.

"Oh... Oh right..." Dani winced in turn. "...Do you think Danny and 'Jack' will get mad if they find out I know...?"

"I don't know Dani..." she sighed. "But it sounds like they already have a deadline for themselves for when they want to tell you so it might just be best to keep pretending you don't know and just play it by ear."

"Okay, thanks Jazz."

"Anytime Dani."

The two hung up their perspective phones and Dani thought back to the list of chores he was talking about to see if she could knock some of them off or at least lessen the burdens.

She didn't know a lot of ghosts who loved the Packers to the point Vlad did and she knew that Vlad would probably want to keep all of the Packers' stuff, especially the signed football. But she didn't know what else was keepable or tossable. So she could... half-do that chore? Or considering that she might accidentally tip off that she knew Vlad was Jack if she did it by herself, she and him could do it together.

She could definitely feed the cats, she had done it before and knew what they both liked. (She also knew they preferred earlier feeding times than later feeding times).

Vlad already handled the pizza party and the rest of the mansion was already clean except for the office which she destroyed. ...Good thing she knows where the wood glue is stored...

Given his current state of stress-induced-paranoia, he'd probably just check the mansion for ectoplasm again even after she reassured him that she already checked it.

That left the hologram and Vlad's death speech.

Well, maybe she could take a crack at programming...

---

Snip.

snip.

snip.

snip.

snip...

Long, oily, black knots of hair floated in the soapy water. A new one added to the collection with every cut the scissors made.

It was a bad idea to do this with his eyes closed, especially given that his ears were longer and easier to cut by accident in his ghost form but he couldn't bear to look. He hated doing this the first time and it hurt even more doing it the second time, but he knew it was the only way to get the matted tangles out for good.

The small pile of destroyed hair brushes right outside the tub was proof enough that trying to save his hair from this fate was a pointless endeavor.

Snip!

"💧︎■︎♓︎♍︎🙵♏︎❒︎♎︎□︎□︎♎︎●︎♏︎⬧︎!" [Snickerdoodles!] he 'cursed' as he accidentally cut into his own ear.

He put the scissors down on the tub's edge and got out of it to assess the damage and bandage up the new injury.

Vlad wasn't any more used to his new reflection in general and was hesitant to see what he had done to himself, regardless of the fact he knew he needed to do it...

The teenage ghost in the mirror had holes in his face and arms that had something that glowed in the cavities, ectoplasm that hadn't oozed out of the wounds yet. To his surprise, he still had long, black hair as opposed to a short choppy mess he was expecting to see himself with, it just didn't have the gross mats in it anymore.

He wanted to be grateful, and he was, but it felt too suspicious, too good to be true...

Dumbfounded, he looked back at the bathtub, the chopped off mats and tangled knots were still there, floating in the water or clinging to the sides, confirming that he did indeed cut them out. He ran his fingers through his hair, confirming that what the mirror was showing him was true and that he did in fact still have his long hair. He wasn't sure if he was imagining it or not but the bath water looked pinker than it should've been.

As he saw the flecks of blood on the scissors he remembered *why* he got out of the tub in the first place and looked back at the mirror to check the ear that was cut.

He only now realized that it didn't hurt at all when he saw that the only sign the injury was ever there in the first place was a faint, magenta scar.

"...🕈︎♒︎♋︎⧫︎ ♓︎⬧︎ ⧫︎♒︎♓︎⬧︎..?" [...What is this..?] he muttered to himself as he held up a lock he sworn should've been chopped off to the by the mirror, letting out a soft gasp when he saw the magenta sheen it gave off when reflecting the light of the lights. He held up another lock, one that he knew for a fact he didn't cut to the same lighting position, this one didn't give off the same sheen that the first one gave off.

He could've sworn he never regenerated *that* fast before, nor was he capable of regenerating his hair...

...But this was a good thing, right? He wasn't flooding the house with dangerous living ectoplasm, he was just healing himself. Although he had to wonder why the holes in his hands and face didn't heal up either-

He shook the developing concerning thoughts out of his head and dried himself off, got dressed, re-bandaged himself, and drained the tub, collecting the mats and throwing them in the bathroom's trash can so he wouldn't have to deal with the clog they'd inevitably cause later.

Just ignoring that the hairballs had eyes while he was throwing them out...

[phantoms-lair]

❧

They reached the window of the penthouse apartment Vlad Masters was currently staying at. The stranger with a voice so like Jimmy’s put his hand on the window and it vanished at his touch.

Once they were through the stranger released the glass, causing it to reform. “Vlad, where are you?!” A dark chuckled greeted them. “My my, so it seems there’ll be more than one blast from my past. It’s been a while Daniel.” “It’s Danny!” The stranger snapped. ~~ “Ah yes, the intrepid Lois Lane, and this with you must be James Olsen. I was hoping we’d meet.” “It’s Jimmy.” He responded, somewhat shocked a reclusive multibillionaire knew his name, much less wanted to meet him. “You do take after your Uncle, don’t you.”

~~

He’d suspected the stranger, Danny, was related to Jimmy, now he was pretty sure this was the mysterious Uncle Jimmy hadn’t known about.

“What did you do Vlad?” Danny growled. “Several things, you know better than most.” Masters seemed almost coy. “I’m not playing games here. What did you do with Jimmy?” “Nothing. I merely wanted to tweak Jasmine’s nose about being here. And when I realized he knew nothing of you, drop a few breadcrumbs to tweak it further.” “Uh-huh. And the fact that he went missing a few hours after you met, while an amalgamate of your Vultures was sighted in the area is just a coincidence. It was probably grabbing you a latte.” Danny said sarcastically.

Masters froze at this. “That is very concerning. I should be the only one capable of using that technology, and yet I made no such being.” He turned his wheelchair around. “Daniel, if you and Mr. Kent would join me, we have work to do.” “Mister Who?” Danny asked as Superman’s eye’s went wide.  “Oh don’t bother trying to deny it. It’s obvious if you know what to look for. I’d wager down to my last million Jasmine Olsen knows too, though I doubt she’s said anything. But have no worries. We had a relationship not unlike yours and that upstart Lex, and I never let out Daniel’s secret.”

“You’re a supervillain.” Superman said flatly.

“Ex, I’m afraid. But come now. Your friend, Daniel’s nephew is missing and someone has stolen my technology to do it. I believe it behooves us to find the lad and culprit as quickly as possible.” ~~~

Let’s just say this one is old enough that Danny Phantom was still releasing new episodes (second season I believe) and is roughly inspired by the fact that Danny and Jimmy shared a voice actor. In this Jazz has estranged herself from the Fenton family in an effort to protect her son from Danny’s enemies (and ironically right into the path of Superman’s).

[vampiresuns]

Day 14: In Another Life

As you could read in ‘The Best Way To Predict The Future Is To Invent It’, I took a different route with the ‘Another Life’ from @arcana-echoes​. Anatole would’ve not feasibly left Vesuvia — when he isn’t the apprentice he doesn’t leave, he just doesn’t die — and even if Milenko and Amparo did, they would resume their occupations.

Instead I went with what would happen if Lucio was never Count and, in absence of the Count the Consul ruled.

In the game-compliant timeline, Anatole’s great grandfather, Vitale Cassano (former Consul) along with other members of the Cassano family were looking to record the history of Vesuvia as far as they could go.

The first notable difference is that in that quest, Vitale finds out [spoilers for Portia’s route] about the pact the first Count made for the city to be in this constant cycle of death and rebirth. What Vitale figured is that if the source of that is in the Canals of the city, then what you need to do is rewrite them.

The Cassano-Radošević have a big circle of acquaintances from all sides of life, from a lot of different places. Finding someone who could aid like this (or someone who knew someone) was feseable.

Like Anatole himself, the big strength of the C-R lies in making connections. Intelligence for the sake of it, power for the sake of it, do not bring satisfaction to them: life is to be lived and loved. You survive because life is worth living.

Vitale was the Consul for a long time, he would’ve known the former, former Count, and would’ve seen the transition from that one to the Count before Lucio.

It was Agrippinna (the sibling of Anatole’s great grandfather) the one who placed the picture together, of the potential harm the former Count’s favour of mercenaries could bring to the City. Agrippinna was of this idea in the game-compliant timeline too. However, the letter from Vitale about potential harm to the City would’ve been enough to edge them on and check on the contents.

With this information, and we see in the game how dangerous it is when it falls on the wrong hands, Iovanus has enough reason to distrust the Count’s decision to hand the city to Lucio, as he would’ve had enough evidence to not give the latter the benefit of doubt.

The true consolidation of the Cassano as the Count-Consul family comes after the Plague, which I still think happens, because there’s no way Lucio wouldn’t have tried to take the city back. He would probably come back in a Devil-Lucio merge.

The Plague still hit the City, but it didn’t hit it as terribly as it did in the game.

In this timeline the Colosseum would no longer function as a battleground. In due time, aid spots and initiatives, as well as poverty fighting social programs, would’ve become usual in Vesuvia.

As for Anatole, I’m sure his mother would’ve stilled liked him to have a normal childhood, so he decided if he wanted to join the Cassano politics later, when he was older. Him having a normal childhood that was in touch with the material reality of the world would’ve still be incredibly important for both his parents. His parents and Asra’s parents would’ve been close friends, given all Vlad, Aisha and Salim are alchemists — Court Magicians. Vlad, Nana’s father, would probably end up as a Civic Infrastructure consultant.

Anatole would’ve still travelled, and he still would’ve taken the particular turn to the left his political views have, however, with Valerius as the standing Count now, he would’ve been disputed to either replace Valerius himself or his aunt Cassiopeia, as Amparo would still not want a political job.

Amparo, however, ends up doing politics. While her position as the daughter of Consul Cassiopeia Cassano, and niece (actually Cousin however times removed, but Valerius calls her niece) of the Count, she would’ve probably had access to better theatre and dance opportunities, or be subject of special consideration in some occasions. Her notoriety would’ve probably come a lot sooner. She still ends up with Portia, who comes to visit her brother.

Yet, when she hits her early 30s (which are just around the corner) she would end up shifting into politics, powered by her present concern about people’s conditions, social justice and access to education. Like Valerian Cassano, now former Count-Consort, widow of former Count Iovanus Cassano, La Cassano would’ve turned into politics willingly, though not to become the Consul after her mother.

In this timeline, Iris and Cassiopeia have another daughter, called Artemisia Eudora Cassano, who does become the Consul after Cassiopeia.

Milenko is the only one who never turns to politics. While he would mantain the topics of his writing (pastoral horror, and urban magical realism) he would’ve become the Poet Laureate of Vesuvia.

Nadia eventually becomes the Praetor. She and Natiqa would’ve most likely been ambassadors to consolidate the newfound Prakran-Vesuvian relations, and while she would’ve had no Count to hapzardly marry, I’m sure that without her in the line of succession, Valerius would’ve taunted the possibility of them being friends. She would’ve stayed in Vesuvia as a memeber of the Court, only she would’ve had agency, and would not have the pressure of a deteriorating marriage.

She eventually begins a relationship with Vesuvia’s Poet Laureate Milenko Radošević, as Nadia is indeed supposed to be Milenko’s LI.

After whatever road the events of the game take, Valerius would sooner rather than later prepare the transition for Anatole to take his place, as in an environment with no deals, steady support from his family, and a different approach from his predecessor in how to handle the City, he would’ve been encouraged to follow his true passions: wine, arts and theatre, stepping down as the Consul, becoming a patron of the arts with his own Vineyard. Anatole replaces Valerius as the Count at the age of 31, instead the usual 29 with which he replaces him as the Consul.

The system the Cassano follow is rather easy: first, do not saturate structures of power with people in the family. Secondly, no one becomes the Count or the Consul by force or duty: you must do it because you want to. Thirdly, corollary of the former, positions of governance must be filled with people with the technical capacities to carry the job, regardless or where they come from. They still give some positions as political favours, but ask that the person using them knows what they’re doing.

Nadia becomes Anatole’s praetor, as by the time he is Consul, he would like to start a series of justice reforms. 

Anatole’s best friends (Medea and Leonore) continue to be his best friends. Medea becomes a councilwoman, and Leonore becomes a self-proclaimed master of entertainment (”A clown then,” Anatole says). In reality he keeps his job as a therapist. Natiqa continues to be his friend, so do Asra and Muriel — in this AU, Muriel would’ve been taken in by the Alnazars. Depending on the route you want to take, either him or Julian end up as Count Consorts, as they are Anatole’s LIs.

(However @ilyamatic​‘s Andrico, along with Julian could also be Count Consort, as we ship the three of them together. On the other hand, @apprenticealec​‘s Leon could also end up in the same position, as they are also shipped with Nana).

Remember you can always check who is who in the Radošević-Cassano family tree, here.

[mutable-manifestation]

honestly? perfect.

Thing is, the Joker is the best-case-scenario for Danny short of his family simply not dying.

Because the Joker wants to convince Batman to kill him, to break his code. And he can't do that if Danny kills Batman, which he can & will if this turns into a "danny snaps" timeline - something he is aware of because Danny unloaded his whole life-story in a mass trauma-dumping after Uncle J rescued him from Vlad.

So he's getting boyo therapy, he's getting him coping mechanisms and grief counseling & being a top tier parental figure.

Of course, the real reason is that Joker actually cares about family (& simply never counted Harley as a part of that) but that's the conclusion the bats would come to after Danny's casual explanation of being in the best place possible at that moment.

Imagine finding out the Joker is the only thing preventing an apocalypse from kicking off.

The thing is, taking care of Danny keeps Joker off of the streets. The bats stay watchful, but a month passes. Two. Three.

They keep an eye on the situation while looking into Vlad and Danny both - a nightmare unto itself given the absolute lack of online records save a few glitchy recording from inside of Amity Park - but every time they find the pair they escape again.

And every time, they're doing some completely mundane shit like learning how to make sourdough or talking about their feelings (the fact that Joker seems to be putting actual effort into this rather than "just enough to convince him to kill a robin or something" is honestly the most disturbing thing about the whole situation).

Red Hood is involved from the beginning, and upon finding out how much the kid didn't want to go with Masters, has made it his mission to kidnap-adopt the kid himself.

Not that he manages to get closer than any of the other bats.

Eventually the rest simply settle in to check-ups (peek in, make sure Joker is still acting stable, leave) because it seems to be good for both of them? Parenting seems to be doing more to rehab the Joker than Arkham ever did, and the kid seems a little less depressed every time they see him as well. (Jason is not having it, and Red Hood still takes every opportunity to crash the party to try & kidnap the kid).

After a full year of reprieve (getting Danny through the harshest of the grief, grieving for himself because the Fentons were also his family, getting him caught-up on his education, getting him into a good school - and good LORD imagine being the school admin that had to sit down with a new student and The Joker to decide what classes the kid is taking. He's in a bad disguise: fully painted as Joker, but with a baggy black jumpsuit hastily throw over his usual attire, and a pair of swirly glasses with the fake nose and mustache on his face and he gives a fake name. But it's obviously the Joker. They know what the Joker is like - they're going to play along and they are very much not going to call the cops because either he's a. actually reformed and they do not want to risk undoing that or b. he's not actually reformed, in which case messing this up for him is likely to result is Joker gas and/or lots and lots of bombs. The kid did not seem distressed. They're gonna mind their business; they choose life, thanks - etc) makes a villainous comeback with a bang.

For once, Batman thinks maybe he'll actually listen to reason. Because what about Danny, what would he think?

"Tut-tut Batsy, work-life balance means not taking work home and not bringing home into work. And speaking of work, tick-tock~"

Joker ends up in Arkham.

The bats go to find Danny at he & Joker's last-known "home" location just in time for him to arrive home from school.

One of Joker's henchmen (with the fear of God put into him) is in the kitchen frantically reading a recipe book while something on the oven begins to boil over.

They watch a bit; Danny helps him rescue dinner, the guy asks about his day & checks to see if he needs anything else. Danny thanks him for checking in & after they've both eaten Hench-man cleans up and leaves.

Then Danny opens a window and invites the bats in.

"Did you need something?"

"The Joker attempted to bomb city hall. He was captured and has been returned to Arkham," Batman says softly. "I'm sorry tha-"

"Yeah I know," Danny cuts him off. "He said he'd have a work thing for a little while. Not too long, though; this is kind of a trial run for the henchmen keeping an eye on me when he's busy and for me being more alone at home. But like, I'm aware. Um. Thanks for checking, though?"

"Nope!" Red Hood declares, swooping in behind the bats and startling everyone. "It was one thing when they thought he was reforming but I was right he is not and you are. not. staying. with crazy!"

Danny goes intangible through Hood's attempt scoop-grab - an ability they're all familiar with since the third time they tried to rescue him - and Hood gives a frustrated scream.

"Uncle J says not to go with strangers or home invaders," Danny says dryly. "He also understands a little thing called 'work-life balance.' Work is work, life is life. I'm life-" Danny pauses thoughtfully then snorts a laugh "-and Uncle J doesn't bring work home. If he did he would've just had me phase him out of Arkham - which would've been easy since you guys still haven't found a way to counter it. But I kind of like this house, so if you'll excuse me I would like to have some time to enjoy it in peace and quiet before Uncle J returns from his work trip and we have to move. Again. Thanks for that."

The batfam blinks unbelievingly.

Red Hood shrieks.

"WORK TRIP!? Work trip?! He just threated to blow up thousands of people! He killed 38! That is not a work trip that's- he went on a crime spree! Fuck's sake, kid!"

"Every crime spree is a work trip when you're a criminal," Danny shrugs. Squints. "Aren't you also a crime lord?"

Red Hood has just been compared to the Joker. This time his shriek does not contain words.

Batman, Nightwing, and Red Robin move to tackle him away from Danny.

Danny blinks and turns to Robin, Spoiler, Signal, and Orphan.

"Is he not...?"

Family of Distinguished People.

So like what if, the Fenton family is just a family full of heroes, villains, and vigilantes. like.. just imagine a long line of people that had or has contributed to the world somehow. Like the Fenton parents as Supervillains, Jazz as a Vigilante, Danny as Hero. Dani just decides to travel not too interested, but does help with her family if needed, Dan does the same thing.

BUT WHAT IF joker is actually a close relative of the Fenton Family (ex. Uncle, Cousin,Family Friend) and like he's just there all happy with his (found)family during family reunions, birthdays and shit.

And the batfam are just like so confused and stressed to why the joker goes missing once a month.

While Joker is literally having a game of Monopoly with the elementary kids at amity park (the kids couldn't bother, they've saw scarier things they handled scarier things) cue Joker giving the kids a hundred dollars because he lost.

This is just one of my what if prompts, that i got locked up in a vault. Might delete this later who knows.

[icedfairy]

Fate / Touhou Servant Lancer Post

Hata no Kokoro, the Lost Emotion Primary Class : Lancer (Rider, Caster) Strength : C Endurance : B Agility : B Magic : A Luck : C Skills : Mask of the Heart : A As a menreiki, Kokoro is innately in tune with emotions.  Her emotions can’t be manipulated.  However her masks always show her current emotion hindering attempts at deception. Charisma : B Kokoro’s charisma is unique in that it comes from her ability to manipulate the emotions of others.  Those with high Magic Resistance attributes can ignore her charisma attribute. Divinity : E As a tool of worship Kokoro has absorbed some divinity.  However she has no followers of her own so it’s very weak. Protection of the Dancing Muse (True) : B This represents Kokoro’s divine connection to dancing.  Makes possible to quickly learn and perform all dances. Furthermore, modifiers are applied to the exercise of dancing magecraft. Noble Phantasm : Dark Noh Play : B/D (Anti Person/Anti Army) Kokoro’s masks were created to bring balance to Japan’s emotions.  However the truth was Shotoku crafted them to help control Japan.  And so Kokoro’s Dark Noh play drains the emotions of her enemies, leaving them paralyzed by apathy and at the mercy of her naginata. The effect is strongest against her ‘partner’ in the dance.  However the technique takes some time to perform, meaning it’s dangerous in a battle against many strong foes.  On the other hand Normal humans will succumb quickly, allowing her to clear an area fast while she fights. Hata no Kokoro is famed across her home country.  No one is certain if she’s alive or not, but even today rumors of her return send fear throughout the underworld.  The summoning data suggests she can only be summoned from her later years, as the dark heroine who traveled the country, bringing her own brand of vigilante justice to those who drew her wrath.

Masters will find her strong willed but less quick to battle then her rider form.  She’s willing to maneuver through the shadows and attack foes when they’re at their weakest, though her lack of independent action and presence concealment prevent her from acting as an assassin.

Remilia Scarlet, the Scarlet Devil Primary Class : Lancer (Assassin, Archer, Caster, Berserker) Strength : B Endurance : A Agility : A Magic : B Luck : EX Skills: Vampirism : A- Remilia can absorb energy from others by drinking their blood, replenishing her health and magic.  However as a light feeder she can only drink enough to bring herself to full strength.  If she managed to kill someone with this ability they would rise as a ghoul, but she can't stomach that much blood. Shapeshifting : C- She can transform into wolf, bats, or mist as a vampire.  However she can't shift fully back, leaving her with bat wings even in human form. Mystic Eyes : A+ Remilia possesses the Mystic Eyes of Fate Manipulation, Jewel class mystic eyes.  With it she can see everything in the future except herself.   However she does see how her intended actions affect the future.  This allows her to twist the future to best suit her desired outcomes.  In action this gives her near perfect luck, as she picks the best future she can see. Blood Magic : B Remilia can manipulate blood, transforming it into attacks or using it to speed healing. Battle Continuation : A As a vampire she can fight even on the verge of death.  Wounds are meaningless until the fatal blow is struck. Noble Phantasm: Spear, the Gungnir : B (Anti Person) Not a true spear, but a mote of blood thrown at incredible speed.  Unlike a lance Remilia can guide the spear mid flight.  It somehow still contains the divine essence of the Gungnir within its form.  Just as Odin's spear represented inescapable Fate, Remilia's spear represents a Fate that seeks its foes. The Scarlet Devil is a well known figure, but even the Grail System has a hard time reading into her past.  Researchers have claimed she's a descendent of Vlad III (very unlikely), secretly a True Ancestor (even less likely), or a completely unique demon (slightly more likely).  There's also data suggesting a divinity rank and a second NP called Breaking Ragnarok.  Whatever the case her questionable lineage has given her access to the Lancer class, even though her spear was actually a blood bullet.

Bratty and smug, Remilia is actually a fairly reasonable servant if treated well.  Her unique abilities within the Lancer Class give her master an advantage in any war.  However those who press her limits should beware.  She knows her master's plans, and is quite willing to act to preserve her status.

Cirno, First Knight of Winter Class : Lancer Strength : A Endurance : A Agility : D Magic : E Luck : D Skills: Riding : A All vehicles and all creatures excluding divine beasts can be ridden.  She summons her steed, Frostmane for battles. Military Tactics : B She especially excels at small unit tactics with combined forces, and is capable of managing entire battlefields while still fighting. Battle Continuation : A As a fairy, she will fight until the fatal blow is struck, ignoring even lost limbs.  However she cannot recover from death. Protection from Arrows : C Her reformable ice shield allows her to block projectiles and low grade spells from one direction so long as she knows the attack is coming. Fairy Queen's Favor : A Cirno is immune to fear and charm effects. Noble Phantasm : Godslaying Lance : C (Anti Person) While seeming like an ordinary spear of ice, research shows it has a deadly effect on spirits with Divinity and Divine protections.  For unknown reasons, any divine protective ability will fail, and anything with Divinity struck by it will suffer extra damage and lose their divine protections.  This effect appears strong enough to defeat even the highest level divine abilities.  Stranger still, Cirno can reform the lance when broken. This variant claims she's from a past that "never happened."  She also claims to have slain **** so her testimony is fairly unreliable.  However she conducts herself as a fey knight from the west, before the collapse and rebirth of the fairy court.   Perhaps she's related to the strange disconnect between the eastern and western fairies.

This Cirno acts purely as a knight, devoted to chivalry, though she practices a strange form to most knights.  Despite being a lancer, she'll fight most foes with both blade and spear, acting more like a rider.  However her noble phantasm is without a doubt the core of her power, thus the reason for her class.

Shou Toramaru, Avatar of Bishamonten Primary Class : Lancer Strength : A Endurance : B Agility : C Magic : B Luck : A

Skills: Divinity : A- Since she's summoned from before she fully ascended to Bishamonten, she doesn't have her full divine powers.  However she's still a powerful goddess. Treasure Magnet : A+++ Rather than someone who finds treasure, Shou is someone treasure finds.   People will bring her items, or she'll stumble into them.  At her rank it's possible to even stumble across holy relics given enough time and luck.  While similar to Golden Rule, Shou finds objects she treasures, rather than wealth. Wrath of Heaven : B The ability to use thunder and lightning as a weapon.  While it uses her Magic stat, it is less magecraft and more the direct reflection of her divine power.  In addition this makes her immune to lightning and electricity. Defender of Temples : B All Buddhist temples are considered her territory, as if she had territory creation rank B.  This boosts her magic and her strength. Charisma : A- A godly charisma, given to her to help rule the yakkha.  Her younger self has yet to fully grow into it, though some find her fumblings endearing. Noble Phantasm : War God's Spear : C-A The spear of Bishamonten, the strikes down the evil and the unjust.  Unique among Noble Phantasms in that it is part of her being as a god, rather than a simple weapon.  Thus when calling forth it's power, she reveals her own name openly, challenging evil.

The spear burns brightly when it strikes those who have sinned.  Of course merely opposing the war god is a sin, so it always burns.  Evil servants or those who have defiled temples will find her spear even more dangerous. It's uncertain why only the younger Shou can be summoned.  Perhaps it's due to her increased understanding of Buddhism.  Either way, she is a strong lancer, using her divine abilities to gain advantage over her foes, then overwhelm them.

As the ancient records show before Shou fully grew into her godhood, she was occasionally klutzy, forgetful, and hesitant.  Some have considered calling her "Shou Lily" though as with all servants, she's not to be underestimated.  Her divine spear is a massive threat to all who face her.

Side Note : When asked why Nazrin is not a heroic servant, she replied that Nazrin opposes the idea of being a hero in her own right.  It is Nazrin's duty to be the sidekick. A sentiment that has no place in a grail war.  Perhaps if the grail system was used for a different purpose Nazrin could be summoned.

Nue, the Unknown Primary Class : Lancer (Assassin) Strength : B Endurance : C Agility : A Magic : B Luck : C

Skills : Seeds of Unknown Form : A Nue can make any object, including herself, appear to be something different.  This is a self inflicted illusion, so each individual viewer decides what the object is, based on their own assumptions.  If the viewer knows for sure what the object should be they are immune to this effect. Shapeshifting : B Nue has the ability to shift into a bird with a snake's body, a cloud of dark smoke, or a serpent tailed gorilla/tiger.  These are not part of her true abilities, but come from her many legends. Disengage : A+ When "slain" Nue can flee and restart the battle later.  This comes from the varied legends of her death, and her escapes from them.  Nue can use this skill once a day, and she must flee the fight.  Not attempt to use the distraction for an attack. Noble Phantasm :

Stabbing Hunger : B Nue's lance is a manifestation of plague and famine, the legend that birthed her form.  It is the unknown malady that strikes the rich and the poor alike, and which leaves ruin in its wake.  When called upon the blow can only be defended against with Endurance, instead of Agility.  It flows around blocks, and moves faster than thought to envelop its foe.  However as an earthly ill, it is ineffective against those who have no fear of sickness or need of food. Nue being summonable was to be expected.  However strangely it seems her prefered class is Lancer rather than Assassin.   Perhaps it's because of how the Unknown has changed in people's minds, or if Nue herself changed.  Given it's uncertain if Nue is still alive no one can ask.  Even if she would answer.

As a Lancer she's still a trickster and a hit and run fighter.  She's likely to use her seeds of unknown form to manipulate the battlefield, while performing hit and run attacks.  If defeated she'll retreat for the day to reset her Disengage skill.