#the phantom's throne

[bluerosefox]

Little Marriage Demands

Just had a funny idea I wanna share.

Deaged!Dani/Ellie and Dan! Princess and Prince of the Infinite Realms! Ghost King/Mom Danny! Maybe Dead on Main?

Jason stared at the determined frown on the toddler that stood in front of him. Hands on her hips and if she was actually on the floor, because she was floating a few feet off, her stance in that 'I am standing my ground' way children did when they were demanding something in a huff.

She had long white hair in a pony tail that whisped upwards like gravity was a option and glowing, almost Lazarus green but more cleaner? Neon? Compared to the pits. She was dressed as a little royal princess, complete with a tiny crown made of twinkling stars and ice crystals that were floating in a tiny aurora boleros.

Next to her, in a baby roller was an equally similar looking baby, only male from the tiny royal outfit he wore, and who also had an floating crown above its head only even smaller than the girls. The baby also had a blanket that looked it had been plucked from the galaxies itself in his tiny hands. The baby was no doubt grumpy from the pout and glaring eyes it was giving him.

"Come again?" Jason asked, trying to make heads and tails of what he was just... demanded of?

The girl took in a deep breath, huffing, and looked so freaking annoyed that she had to repeat herself, as if Jason was the one making things difficult to begin with.

"We needs yous to marries Mama so the Eyeballs stops bullying Mama to 'gets a ghost consorty!' Mama keeps beatings theirs off but its annoyings cause Mama can't plays with us anymores nows!" the girl said, her young age showing strong from the way she spoke in the way toddlers did. The baby in the walker seemed to agree with her annoyance at not being able to play with their Mama cause he gave a grumpy noise in agreement "Clockpa saids if they keeps doings this they do something baddy bad to us to try to make Mama dos as they say and Mama is gonna gets really mads and do really bads to ummm the.... multi... multiver-vers-? To alls the worlds! everythings everywhere!"

Jason took a deep breath at that tad bit of information.

What the fuck!?

The girl kept going, not caring about Jason's mental freak out.

"Sooo Clockpa, Auntie Pan, Uncie Frosty, and Auntie Gothy alls gots together to talks and they'd talked abouts yous becoming Mama's futures constory causes yous well liked bys everyones for helpings somes moves on and stoppings bads people from doing bads anymore! ANDS you are good with kids! And and re-re...respectful to peoples with Mama problems!" The girl, who had when she first showed up in his safe house and said her name was Princess Ellie, future Fright Knight and Explorer of the Infinite Realms or tried to say with her toddler speak. "Theys says yous were at the tops of the list and to maybes push yous to meets buts its takes too longgggggggggggg..."

Ellie stretched the long word out, showing just how much patience children at her age had. The baby seemed to agree with that as well when he made baby gurgle sounds and threw its tiny fists in the air.

"So's me and Dan want-teds to make it goes fasters!" Ellie said as she moved her hands from her hips and crossed her arms and floated higher up as she stared at Jason's face with a smug look of 'I'm so smart with this idea' "We sneaked offs and founds you! Nows all yous gotta do is marries Mama and the Eyeballs wills stop bullying us and leaves us alone!!"

Yeah... Jason needed to go to the cave and make sure he wasn't doused with something... Cause this was insane.

[turanarin]

Meeting with Constantine

Danny still felt terribly exhausted, even after the sessions with Sam, the walk with Ellie, and the heartfelt conversations with Jazz. The thought was spinning in his head that he should check on the others personally out of his Fright, and not just call. And if Tucker and Val still looked normal, then Wes, who got huge piles of documents from all the Infinite Realms, looked naturally dead.

However, standing in front of the Wayne Manor, his thoughts returned to why he had run away.

He absolutely did not want to remain in a vulnerable state with those whom he did not trust with his life. Or death. There was especially little trust in billionaires with creepy basements, alter egos, and adoption problems.

And if he understood anything about Bruce Wayne, he was too good at hitting all the points.

"Danny."

Uncle Alfred stood in the open doorway in front of him. And to Danny's surprise, under the man's attentive gaze, he didn't want to squirm, trying to hide. There was something strangely otherworldly about his uncle, but only the Ancients knew what was wrong with him.

"How about we go to the manor?"

"Of course."

Taking a step inside, out of habit, Danny relaxed his shoulders, straightened his posture, and took smooth steps. How amazing that etiquette at court was needed in the Life Sphere. The body followed established habits — not to appear intimidating, but to carry itself with the dignity of a Prince. And if uncle noticed something, he didn't talk about it.

"Let's go to the living room," Alfred led him down the hallways.

Danny nodded and followed him. On the walls were familiar paintings of the Wayne family's ancestors, distant relatives, and the current family.

"…will everything be okay?" it was heard from behind the doors, which Alfred no doubt quickly opened.

Inside, Danny noticed half of the Wayne children. Tim was sitting on the couch, typing on his phone, Damian was petting Titus, and Jason was reading a book. Behind them, Dick was leaning against the back of the furniture, ruffling the youngest's hair.

Turning his head back to the hallway, he noticed Cas and Duke walking. She made a sign to him, saying hello, and he nodded, and they entered the room, sitting down on an empty seat on the couch or just plopping down on the fluffy carpet.

"Hi, Danny!" Dick said, taking a couple of steps towards him and holding out his hand.

All eyes were already on him. Too obvious in their exploration. Danny didn't flinch, returned an embarrassed smile and shook hands.

"Hi, Dick."

He followed him inside the living room and sat on an empty chair opposite the entrance. Alfred was no longer there. His disappearance without a trace would have given any ghost a head start.

"How are you feeling?" Dick continued while the others, especially Tim and Jason, sat quietly. "We were worried about…"

"I'm all right."

Danny wasn't in the mood to think about his condition again when he still felt like shit. And he had no idea how ordinary people, weak dead souls, could resist this. How the Prince of Gotham is still sane. The guy will have to go through hundreds of hours of therapy to recover a little.

"It's worth checking again."

Bruce entered the living room with his usual stuffy face. Danny wanted to roll his eyes at his words. It wasn't worth telling the Ghost Prince that.

However, he was interrupted by a feeling of tight compression. Red rings appeared all around him, as if to hold him back. Now Danny noticed that another man had entered the room.

Is it a man with that smell?

There was a damn Frankenstein standing in the doorway, the sight of which made you want to puke. Danny's impassive face, carved by hundreds of meetings, still trembled. If he remembered correctly, he was…

"Bruce!" Dick shouted, noticing the red bonds. His gaze conveyed supreme condemnation.

"B, what the hell…" Jason also blurted out, he was already ready to hit him, or maybe shoot him, seeing how his hand was clenching under the side of his jeans.

"Bruce, what the hell have you gotten yourself into?" the man took a bottle out of his coat pocket and took a couple of sips under the disapproving gaze of the adults. Now Danny noticed that Alfred had returned, pushing a cart with tea and snacks. His presence stopped all the children, forcing them to sit back down.

Bruce sat down in a chair near the entrance, expertly ignoring the stares of the children and the butler.

"Mr. Constantine, I would ask you to remove whatever it is on my nephew," his uncle got a similar look of condemnation, but more intense and sharp, because the man in the coat shivered. "Master Bruce, I think we've agreed on a casual conversation. - he said with emphasis on the last words.

There was a snort from the couch.

"I knew there was something wrong with this old man…" it was said in a shocked whisper before the man in the coat cleared his throat and glanced at Danny. "I do not know what it is, but if it is connected with Infinite Realms, then…"

Click.

Frankenstein's elongated face is the funniest thing about this evening so far. With a click, the red rings evaporated, and Danny accepted a cup of tea from his uncle with a nod of thanks. There was already a plate of sandwich in front of him.

He might be a creature of Infinite Realms, but he's a half a ghost, not a demon. And his thoughts returned to the man in the coat. It's too obvious a soul form to confuse with someone else. Which made his presence still inexplicable.

"So he is…" Danny was embarrassingly trying to ask about the man in the coat. He didn't want to mess with someone from the Hell's side.

"This is John Constantine," Bruce finally began to introduce his new guest. "An Expert of infinite Realms."

In the silence of his mind, Danny stared blankly at Bruce, taking in the words. And the man in the coat even changed in aura, as if trying to match… the given title? Was it a joke?

"Are you seriously ordering a Soul Prostitute from Hell and calling him an Expert of infinite Realms?" Saying that out loud made Danny feel insulted. Human stupidity knew no bounds. "Rent a room and arrange an evening of role-playing games there."

The silence of the room exploded with laughter.

[emacrow]

The batfam decided to play a new board game called the realm of Phantom which Cass had found in a vintage store...

Though when they began to play the game as Damian rolls the neon green dices first, they were suddenly transported into the real verison world of the game.

The sky is green, there a magical trail with green glowing trees, plants and animals. A sign between three paths along with little warning not to eat or drink anything meat related in the realm as it has said in the warning list.

Luckily the batfam had the snacks and drinks that were on the table.

Now it a race against supposedly time and space itself as each batfam roll the dice, pick glowing and floating neon green cards along the way, collect special items that has disadvantages and advantages.

Unfortunately during the time, somehow nobody was paying attention to Jason whom had snuck a couple of those glowing green pomegranate from a tree in the beginning while a certain someone panicked, had already eaten 4 of them, had thrown up a concerning crapton of icky yellowish green goob with red that screech at him like a chihuahua before it was about to flee and ended up getting eaten alive by some type of tiny floating blobs surrounding it and leaving nothing left.

He feeling fantastic though, and the urge to shot someone disappeared mostly was gone before anyone noticed he was gone for couple of minutes.

The batfam ended up meeting some characters that were on the board game, like Tuck the reincarnated Pharoah, little Ellie who beaten Damian to a near pulp whom kept trying for another rematch on his turn and ended up having to be dragged away before they ended up stuck in this place.

And finally they were near the end of the game where one of them must had the item to speak to the King of Balance... which nobody seem to know which item it was..

They tried every circle item they collected so far but none of them work. Tim is started to panic a bit, before Jason walked up to the Gate and press one of those green pomegranate into the circle like hole which ended up splitting in half, revealing the seeds of the pomegranate as the large grand Gate door open.

[stars-obsession-pit]

Corpse-King

John never enjoyed spending time in the Infinite Realms. Perhaps because of the competing claims on his soul, the whole place just never sat right with him. But this time, this time it was far worse than ever before.

Because this time, he was walking into the Ghost King’s palace. He’s survived audiences with powerful entities before—even some that outright hated him—but it’s never a situation he wants to get himself into. Especially not when the lives of his teammates are on the line too.

Damn, he wishes he could light up a smoke. Maybe it’d help take the edge off his rising tension. But he really didn’t want to risk angering the ghost escorting them through the impossibly winding passages of the structure.

Maybe if they were at the entrance he’d have dared ask, but the further in they traveled, the heavier the silence weighed down on them. Even the sound of the group’s footsteps was muted by the ethereal ground beneath them. The idea of speaking first, of being the one to shatter that deathly silence, felt almost obscene.

Then finally, blessedly, the group came to a stop in front of an ornate door. Their escort silently unlocked the door, stepping to the side to let them pass. The message was clear.

Steeling themselves, the petitioning heroes stepped through into the throne room and beheld the legendary King of the Infinite Realms for the first time.

At first, the figure seated on the throne seemed remarkably normal. But the longer they looked, the more details became noticeable.

The figure was slumped against the throne, limp and motionless. Completely motionless. No breaths inflated their chest, their eyes remained unfocused and cloudy, no muscles twitched at all. Their skin was pale and waxy. Lifeless.

A corpse.

A corpse sat on the throne.

Yet despite the undeniable fact that the entity was dead, they could feel the presence still emanating from it. It left no room for doubt in their minds. The lifeless body resting in front of them was, undeniably, the leader of the Infinite Realms.

But how the hell could they petition a corpse?

Okay so under the read more here I’ve added an explanation of some of the “cosmology-y” ideas I had in the back of my mind while writing this

At some point, Danny’s human half died and his soul/ghost split off (i.e. essentially leaving him permanently in his ghost form now)

However, that corpse is still tied to him in a way; even though it’s literally dead, some of his power nevertheless remains inside of it. (So you can kinda think of it as like an important relic or a focus for part of his power)

He has the body sitting on the throne as a symbol for his reign (which’d possibly carry magical significance), an intermediary vessel to interact with his court while his “main form” is elsewhere, and just like as a safe place to keep it

The “deathly silence” part of the surroundings was vaguely based on the idea of like, Danny’s presence carrying an aura of power. And since the corpse in some way specifically embodies the “death” aspect of his domain, its effect on the area around it reflects that by making the area more lifeless.

[theghostkingisdead]

Danny Phantom Dark

During Reign Storm, instead of fighting Pariah Dark, Danny tries to reason with him. Pariah, recognizing the potential of having a powerful young halfa on his side offers him a deal: his freedom in exchange for the towns safety.

Danny agrees.

What he didn’t account for is that Pariah would want to continue where he left off and begin conquering the morals realms. Just because one town is off limits doesn’t mean he can’t abuse everyone else.

Danny begins bargaining with him, agreeing to fight or give speeches at various events in exchange for bringing more people under his protection. Oftentimes the only way he can stop Pariah from hurting people is by literally claiming them as his property. It breaks Danny’s heart, but while Pariah doesn’t respect friendship, he does understand property rights. (Yes, all of these ghosts count as citizens of Amity, yes that marked them mine, so no you cannot touch them)

Pariah, for his part, does genuinely want Danny on his side. Halfas are incredibly rare and extremely powerful. It’s his intention to groom Danny into the perfect soldier weapon. He isolates Danny from his friends and family, plays into Danny’s fears of becoming a monster, tells him that everyone knows what he is now and will hate him for what he’s done, etc., positioning himself as the only person who can help him.

Giving him his name on a played up like a great honor, but all Danny feels is dread. For the rest of his life, people will associate him with this monster. They’ll think he’s a monster, too. It’s just one more way Pariahs taking control of his life, one more way he’s proving to Danny that his life isn’t his own.

Everyone is told to treat Danny like a prince, and most fear and hate him for it.

But to those who know, Danny becomes a sort of savior. If you beg for mercy, he’s been known to grant it. If you give him a gift, he’ll keep you and your family safe. He’s even able to quench some of Pariahs infinite anger. He’s the only one who can make his father see reason.

Everyone knows that if you plead your case before Prince Phantom Dark, his ruling will be fair and just.

All this lays the groundwork for the revolution.

[lesbian-space-fish]

big fan of the mirror bride even when she's silver but...she would not be silver, like, canonically speaking--erik's too much a freak okay he would sculpt a fake christine from scratch rather than play house with a generic looking mannequin. so here's mb for a black christine

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Halloween prompts year 2 day 18

Danny raced through the ghost zone in a panic, how had he missed this? Appearently vlad had released Pariah Dark from his coffin again and got smeared into a paste. The mad king had then went into another dimension, hoping to conquer it and gain more power and skeleton soldiers only to be met in battle by a group of powerful warriors calling themselves the Justice League. Vlad had somehow survived the initial butt kicking and tried to use ghost tech to finally take the king down.

Unfortunately for him, pariah saw him coming in the reflection of a lady warriors blade and killed him.

Somehow the fight dragged on halfway across the US until they got to New Jersey where some billionaire guy was hosting one of his kids 18th birthday bash at his mansion. Pariah appearently crashed threw the roof, a hero dropped the weapon they had taken from Vlad and, in an effort to save his family, Brucie Wayne took the weapon and warned Pariah not to come any closer to his kids.

Pariah mocked him and raised his weapon to a young man with a white streak in his hair they was spayed across the floor in a daze.

Next thing anyone knew the King was dead.

Bruce Wayne had killed the previous king in single combat.

Bruce Wayne was the new Ghost King

Bruce Wayne was sitting on the throne in Pariahs keep looking very unsettled.

Crud. Danny needs to keep this guy and his kids safe doesn't he?

[cheryroseart]

Jon and Daenerys as Erik and Christine from The Phantom Of The Opera for this halloween 🖤

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Please don’t repost without credits

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[turanarin]

Rescue of Gotham's Prince (1)

“How should I kill Death?”

Danny thought about it all the way to Gotham. He wanted to tear and rend.

“I'll definitely kill”.

The aura of the Cursed City could be felt from miles away. The acid-green sky of the Ghost Zone rippled along its edges, creating a thin membrane. Clouds floated above the tall skyscrapers, and like beasts, they watched everything. As Danny approached the city, thousands of eyes glared at him, warning him of a painful death. Thunder rumbled around like the roar of a wild animal.

Not wanting to conflict with the distraught Lady Gotham right now, Danny opened a portal away from the city and entered the Life Spheres. The aura, although of lower intensity, still haunted this place. But something was wrong.

It was too quiet.

He felt a strange heat, and an unpleasant burning smell was coming from somewhere on the north side of the city. Unfortunately, he didn't have much time to investigate this anomaly. His priority was to save the Prince of Gotham.

Suddenly, the communicator in his pocket vibrated.

[…over], - came the sound as he inserted it into his ear. - [Phantom, over.]

- The Pharaoh.

[Dude, where are you now?!] - shouted from the other side. - [You're making terrible noise! Shouldn't you be at the palace?]

- It's a long story, - Danny said with universal weariness and continued driving. - Free? I'm going to need some help.

[What happened?]

***

With Tucker's help, he quickly found the entrance to the GIW base. A small tunnel in the mountain led from the city to the highway. There were scuffs on the asphalt in one place near the wall.

Danny felt like the door was protected from ghosts, and since there was no access to the local servers yet, it couldn't be hacked. But every second of delay cost the prisoners their lives. He had to take extreme measures.

Still wearing his royal uniform, he began manipulating the ectoplasm. A black cloak began to fall from his shoulders, hiding his figure. The high collar hid the lower half of his face and, pulling on the back edge, transformed the hood that hid his hair.

His hand touched the hidden door, the ice began to spread, and the temperature in the tunnel dropped sharply. Then he moved away from the wall, the ectoplasm gathered in his palms, concentrated to a high voltage, before shooting it into the frozen door. Under the instantaneous temperature drop, it couldn't stand and exploded.

From the passage formed, a corridor down was visible. There were red lights on the sides of the walls – the alarm had already turned on. Without wasting any time, Danny flew forward.

[Right], - Tucker said from his earpiece. - [There's an elevator at the end of the corridor.]

- Floor.

[Probably the seventh], - he clicked his tongue on an exhale. - [Security is on the way. They block access.]

- Accepted.

Just at that moment, Danny heard a lot of footsteps. To his surprise, it was a small group of Guys in White, and even so they were armed to the teeth.

- Fire!

The howl of blasters drowned out further words. Danny created an ecto shield when dozens of shots rained down on him, but that didn't stop his advance. He was rapidly approaching the group, covering his hands with ectoplasm and pushing them away with each blow. He disappeared before their eyes and seemed to instantly appear from behind, stabbing them in the back.

The smell of petricore from their weapons was replaced by burnt plastic with the crackle of electricity from the deflector. The moans of pain reached Danny, once again throwing the agent into a bunch of others. There were unconscious bodies in the hallway, and he was standing over them.

- Something's not right here, - Danny muttered, continuing on his way again. The elevator in front of him opened easily.

[Come on in, it's clear inside], - Tucker said from his earpiece. - [What's wrong?]

- Weak security, - Danny went inside the elevator, which began to descend. The numbers slowly changed.

[For my part, I can confirm that the video surveillance system has already been hacked by someone. And this someone is good, but most likely hacking GIW for the first time, leaving so many traces in their anti-ghost defense. Do you think someone was expecting you?] - Tucker sounded very worried now. - [Dude, is this guy worth it if it's a trap? Doesn't he just have a cool title?]

- No, - Danny whispered wearily, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. - The title of the Chosen by Death is like a mouthpiece for Them, and for the rest, living and dead, - it is an omen.

[That still doesn't explain why it's important to you. Surely Death won't destroy everything because of the murder of Their Chosen?] - Tucker mumbled thoughtfully before shouting in surprise. - [Wait! Should the Chosen be alive?]

- No and no, but who knows what will happen to him after death? - Danny noticed how the number on the panel reached seven, the doors in front of him began to open. - If he becomes a ghost, it's half the trouble, but if he goes to his afterlife? Now I know about this Chosen because I shared the burden of the title with him. Death won't warn me next time, not that They've done it before.

[Oh, my friend, why is there so much trouble?..]

- And this is the tip of the iceberg… - while Danny was running down the corridor, he stopped abruptly, turning his head into one of the corridors. - I think I've found him.

[Ok-kay], - there was strange static coming out of the earphone, and Tucker's voice sounded strange. - [Tch, I'll try to figure out what's wrong with the network.]

- Their server?

[In the process of hacking], - the noise in the background covered a little interference. - [But damn, they've gotten good at defense over the last month.]

- Don't take any risk…

[Destroy it if it doesn't crack, yes, yes, I know], - Tucker grumbled. - [Be careful.]

- Okay.

The corridors were strangely quiet. Danny became invisible, held back the cold core, and continued on his way. The antiphase walls made it difficult to pass through them, and the beeping of the core that he felt stopped, as if it had never existed, which did not help at all in the search.

Then there were voices. Rude and low, seemingly unnatural, and arguing about something. Their heart rate was elevated, they were worried, but they tried to hide it, because their breathing was normal.

Danny could see a faint hum nearby, very quiet, like a dying man. He flew to the door, where he could still hear the conversation. A strange conversation for scientists experimenting on ghosts.

- …B, he's not breathing, there's no pulse…

Before anyone could finish, Danny kicked down the door, sending it flying against the opposite wall. GIW hadn't bothered to reinforce the insides at bases other than Illinois, which played to his advantage. There were a couple of people in black suits standing in the way of the piece of iron. One of them managed to jump aside when the other was sent to the wall.

- B! - someone shouted.

The whole group tensely looked back to the doorway, where no one was in sight. Danny was heading towards the three remaining ones. He was able to hit and push away the man in the red suit. Another man in dark blue one placed a block near his head, as if he could have foreseen the blow, or, most likely, did it on reflexes. At the same time, the third person, the shortest one with a yellow cape, swung his sword towards him, but it went through his intangible body.

Danny swung again to stab the man in blue in the stomach. Suddenly, he felt a burning sensation in his shoulder, looked up and saw a bat-shaped blade stuck in it. The weapon clattered as he became intangible again and took a few steps back to the center of the room, where there was a surgical table with a motionless body. The man was lying unconscious, possibly dying, as could be seen from the absence of a heartbeat and breathing, his face was hidden by a domino mask.

The only thing that calmed Danny was the faint rumble of the core. But he still needed urgent medical attention. Death seemed to be gathering nearby, giggling, but gently stroking a single white curl.

“Crazy.”

- Who's there? - growled the man who had been slammed by the door, which was now lying on the floor, and light dents were visible on the wall. He held up well, perhaps his armor protected him better than one could imagine.

The little one was still holding the sword, twisting his head slightly. The man in blue was standing next to the red one. The woman in black who threw the weapon at him was next to a man in a similar black suit.

- Shut up, B, - the man in blue grumbled, raising his hands as if in surrender. - Uh, Invisibleman, I don't know who you are, but on that table, - he pointed to the center, - lies my friend who… died. Are we just going to pick him up and leave?

Danny immediately felt the acrid smell of rust and alcohol. Tension with a trace of heavy sadness covered the room. The word dead made everyone's heart rate go haywire, even if they didn't change outwardly.

This is definitely not what GIW would do.

2 part

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[kore-arts]

Au Prompt!

A Throne Appears within Gotham. A sleeping man lays in it. Cold and sustained within a dome of a gentle snow storm.

The High King of the Infinite Realms has been cursed to sleep and only his soulmate shall wake him from the cursed Throne.

And those who dare come near join his eternal sleep. Frozen in Time.

[puppetmaster13u]

"Well, they weren't the King when I dated them..."

But, it's not ghost king Danny. No no no. It's ghost king (and queen) Jack & Maddie.

[amary-rose]

crashing out what the fuck do you mean I'VE BEEN BEEN SIMPING FOR A YOUNGER VERSION OF TYWIN FUCKING LANNISTER??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS IS THE SAME MOTHERFUCKER???

i am crashing out i can't take this anymore

[rainingriversofyou]

Dorian Havilliard - Throne Of Glass - Artist: termesart

[lyricsandwonder]

Do people not know how to write endings anymore?

I swear, every show I’ve seen in the past few years either gets cancelled or has a horrible ending.

Supernatural: Shit ending

Julie and the phantoms: Cancelled

Warrior nun: Cancelled

Locke & key: Shit ending

Our flag mean death: Cancelled

Big sky: Cancelled

Gotham knights: Cancelled

Lookwood & co: Cancelled

The winchesters: Cancelled

Game of thrones: Shit ending

Sherlock: Shit ending

Umbrella academy: Shit ending

Shall I go on? Because I could. For like an hour.

Endings are never easy, but I swear they weren't always this bad. First, they make us pay for a billion different streaming services, then they take away our 22-24 episode seasons and stick us with 8 episode seasons, shows only last for 4 season maximum, it takes years to shoot each season, and they can't even give us a decent fucking ending for the shows that actually manage to be good despite all that bullshit. I hate it here.

[justanoasisimagines]

The Phantom Princess (1/?)

Summary: Y/N Targaryen is the daughter of the Mad King, sister to Rhaegar, Viserys and Daenerys Targaryen. She's been in hiding ever since her family were overthrown. She's refused to leave Kingslanding, unable to leave him despite Sandor believing she died many moon cycles ago. What happens when they come face to face at the battle of Blackwater Bay? Pairing: Sandor Clegane x Female Targaryen!Reader WordCount: 1,110 Warnings: Written in 3rd person, mentions of violence and war. Other warnings will be added for each part. A/N: All feedback is greatly appreciated! Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

The bell chimed under the cover of the screams of women and children. Men yelled as swords clanged against each other. A thick layer of smoke illuminated by a green hue covered the darkness. War had come for Kingslanding. Uncle against Nephew: a battle of legitimacy. Who truly belonged on the Iron Throne? Who was to rule after the king's recent demise?

Y/N laid out the weapons before her, methodically placing them around her body. Throwing knives rested on her left thigh, a dagger on the small of her back, and a smaller knife on each of her biceps. Anyone who dared to cross her would face a brutal death. She would take no prisoners. No one had shown her any mercy, so why should she?

Her sword, bow, and arrow were next, and she placed the straps over them, nestling them perfectly between her shoulder blades before she tested drawing them out. Nothing would lead to chance. She'd been trained for this moment ever since the castle fell. Ever since they took away her family's legacy, She couldn't fail now. She wouldn't.

She checked the ties on her pack one last time before throwing it over her shoulder. She placed the red leather hood over her head. She glanced back at the place she'd called home one last time before stepping out into the chaos and mayhem which invaded the streets.

Y/N's senses were attacked the moment she stepped out into the chaos. She consumed the smell of blood and fire. The harrowing sounds were almost deafening as she struggled to see through the darkness of the night and the smoke now gathering.

She pushed through, attacking anyone who threatened the common folk. They were the victims, defenceless; used as pawns in a much larger and complicated game. Their safety wasn't a concern to those who lived in a castle. Safe and secure, at least for now.

Yet she had lived among these people. She knew of their struggles, their stories. She'd experienced many of the ups and downs in daily life. She couldn't protect them all, but she would for those she could. She cut through the soldiers who posed a threat.

She didn't care whose banner they belonged. Stannis or Joffrey. Both are neither deserving in her opinion. She used her sword with relative ease, cutting down man after man in her wake. Confusion crossed their expressions as she moved towards the exit.

She didn't want to leave this place. She didn't want to leave him here. He deserved more. The Lannisters are clueless to his worth, continuing to treat him poorly, to mock him at every opportunity. He should be with her, besides her, together. However, it was no longer safe for her to make her move.

She'd run out of time. She could only pray to the gods that they would reunite them once more.

As she reached the exit, she stopped frozen in place. This was it. Her heart raced as she realised she was leaving it all behind. Her past, her family, her everything. The man who held her heart in his hands.

In one last glimpse back, her home and heart. Time froze. A burning man ran past her in haste, the flames slowly turning his flesh into a blistered and molten mess. She'd seen it before. The screams of the man, although different, were familiar—the excruciating agony. Horrors of her past flooded her mind. Her gaze flickered at a silhouette in the distance. 

Her pulse quickened, her eyes focused as her heart recognised the silhouette. She’d know him anywhere. A crowd full of a thousand men and she’d find him. Instinctively, Y/N raised her arm backwards, retrieving her arrow and bow. A single breath taken as she cocked it, raised it towards her face, pulling it back, she focused on the man in-front of her. She shot with expert precision. 

Within moments, the man was taken out; his suffering came to an end. She could only hope he would find peace. 

Sandor stopped dead in his tracks, struck with fear; everything was on fire. Men, Blackwater Bay, flaming arrows. As the burning man ran towards him, he couldn’t move. His body refused to listen to his commands. He was going to die by the thing he feared the most. 

He was prepared to die. Had been since the day she died. Life hadn’t granted him peace. Sunrise after sunset, he had been tormented by thoughts of her. Memories of a life long ago. He closed his eyes and pictured her, smiling at him as she always did. The twinkle in her eyes, the way her laughter was brighter than any sun. 

Soon. 

Except it never came. 

Sandor’s eyes fluttered open to see a silhouette, standing with perfect posture, her body covered in weaponry. A bag slung over her shoulder. Sandor hastily wiped his eyes, looking back towards the silhouette to see if she’d gone. 

She hadn’t. 

His heart raced quickly, as her bow lowered, he took several paces to close the distance to clarify what he felt in his heart. It was her … and she was leaving. 

Sandor felt more emotion than he ever had. Anger, relief, confusion, his heart ached to get near her, to hold her again, but he needed answers. Needed to know why she’d hidden from him for so long. Did she not trust him to keep her secret hidden? Had she simply fallen out of love with him? Perhaps she couldn’t bear to stare at him any longer. 

No. The way in which her chest heaved up and down, her shoulders trembling, he knew her well enough. She was struggling as much as he was. 

Yet he still couldn’t go to her. Not yet. His heart ached, pounding against his chest, after all this time. She’d been the only woman he’d loved and would be until he died. 

His decision was made. Nothing had been easier. Sandor felt his hands twitch against his sides, willing him to cross the distance between them. It would be so easy to storm over there to share space with her once more. Was her skin still as silky as it once had been? Would she still look at him as if he held the moon? 

Sandor glanced away briefly; he had to be certain. Relief flooded his shoulders. Finally confirming this wasn’t an illusion. He wasn’t dying. She was there. Reluctantly, he turned his back on her, swiftly with more purpose than he’d ever felt. Ignoring everything in his wake, Sandor stormed into the castle. 

He’d lost her once; he wasn’t about to do it again…