#vlad-ironclad

[tf2fansderogatory]

We need more of Spy acting like a stereotypical dad, despite not really qualifying as one. If you play disco anywhere in the base, that sad man will do a weird little boogie like no one’s watching.

HGJDKSK he probably prays that no one is watching bc hed never live it down if anyone found out

[hailsatanacab]

@the-witchhunter - this is incredibly disturbing, i love it. fair warning, i took it more in the direction of that oglaf comic (nsfw) where Vlad fully doesn't realise that this is a love shrine, this is a completely normal thing that you do for your arch enemy!

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“Daniel! I can explain!”

“Oh… my… God...”

“Daniel, really, it’s not what it looks like!”

“Really?” Danny breathes, shocked and honestly kind of fighting down the urge to vomit. The thermos slips from his fingers and clatters to the ground, the sound echoing far too loudly in the enclosed space. “Because it looks like you have a shrine dedicated to my dad in your closet.”

“No, that’s not—it’s more complicated than that, Daniel. You wouldn’t understand.”

“I don’t think I want to understand.”

“Your father is a ridiculous man, Daniel. I hate his stupid face so much. Look at him!”

Vlad turns back to the actual shrine, with actual candles and actual flowers and actual photos of his dad with… Holy crap, did Vlad cut out Mom in each of the photos? What the fuck? 

Wait… Look, Danny tries not to look too closely at the weird things Vlad has hidden around his mansion dedicated to his mom, but he’s fairly sure that the pictures of her he’s cut out (in heart shapes—yeah, Danny’s definitely going to barf) are the ones Vlad’s put in his other weirdo closet shrine that Danny also wishes he’d never seen.

“Why don’t you just have one shrine? Why have—no, you know what, I don’t want to know. I think I’m just gonna leave.”

Yeah, that sounds like the best option. Danny takes a cautious step back, very ready to get back home, bleach his eyeballs and maybe never look at his mom and dad ever again. Or, at least, not until he has successfully blocked this from his mind forever.

He only gets one foot out the door when Vlad lashes out and grabs him. The day just keeps getting better and better, really, doesn’t it? Even as he twists and turns, he can’t get out of Vlad’s ironclad grip and he’s pulled even farther into the closet. 

Panic rises in his throat as Vlad shuts the door—what the fuck is happening? He doesn’t want to be dragged into Vlad’s creepy shrine to his dad, what the fuck? What the fuck!

“I loathe your father, Daniel, I hate him with the very core of my being. Look at him!” 

There’s no goddamn way in hell Danny is looking at any of the pictures, no thank you. He squeezes his eyes shut and wishes he were somewhere, anywhere else, when Vlad jerks his arm forward so he comes nose-to-nose with the largest framed portrait of his dad in the very centre of the table, smiling with his doctorate and a very unfortunate 80s mullet. Dear God, no.

“I hate his smug face! I hate his stupid fashion sense, you have no idea how much I detest that orange jumpsuit of his, how much I want to claw it off him and tear it to shreds! If I have to listen to him say another boneheaded, idiotic, ridiculous thing, I will—I’ll rip his throat out with my teeth! You don't know how long I spend here looking at him, imaging all the ways I'll have him grovelling at my feet. One day, Daniel, I'll have him one day...”

———

The sun was going down when Danny finally managed to escape and find solace in Sam and Tucker. He's not going home. Not yet.

“Danny, are you okay? We were so worried, we couldn’t get hold of you for hours! Where were you?”

“Sam, Tuck… Vlad, he…”

“Holy shit, Danny, you’re shaking, are you alright? What happened, what did he do?”

“I think… I think he wants to fuck my dad.”

[cannondisabledcharacters]

Today’s disabled character of the day is Christine Royce from the Fallout series, who has facial trauma, brain damage, dyslexia, and claustrophobia. She was also mute and has a articulation disorder

Requested by @vlad-ironclad​

[Image Description: 3D model of a bald women with a silver bomb collar. She is wearing a black bullet proof vest and leather armor underneath. She has scars running around her jaw, forehead, neck, and top of her head. Lastly she has brown eyes.]

[radiance1]

I like redeemed Vlad, so I'm gonna do with that BUT he's still an asshole you know? Like, Vlad is seen as an 'Evil God' in that world because he brought 'evil' into it and, like an devil, he's been making deals left and right with such ironclad rules for when he offers and wiggles his way and loopholes conditions when he's being offered a deal.

He's a business man, it's what he does.

And then whenever he disappears most of the time it's just him going to manage VladCo, and the few times he's actually been kicked out was more of a timeout if anything because of said deals he's made that's ended up having a bit more consequences than he foresaw. Then, as you said, he could be poked fun of because of how he was in the past with evil throw around casually because yea, he was evil, much to his exasperation because he's changed!

They then point out how his deals usually end up worse for the one dealing with him than the other way around, and even a few souls he's claimed up. Which he defends with, again, businessman, and it isn't his fault if they offered up his souls in exchange for things he can give them!

Vlad: [Pops up in this world for a vacation because he's just absolutely done with being a businessman right now.]

Also Vlad: [Starts making deals left and right while scheming how to fulfil them]

The Pantheon (What I'm calling them now): Oh my gosh, this hypocrite is at it again. Hey, hey! No! No! You're supposed to be resting do NOT make someone king you evil bas-

Vlad is absolutely in his element being an evil, scheming lil guy in the background and the rest of The Pantheon is exasperated at this because he's supposed to be on vacation or whatever but if it works it works they guess?? He's like that weird uncle who is ultimately harmless (to The Pantheon at least) but you have to tell off a bit before he goes too far or something.

Might I suggest, based on what you have, that Star would be the minor deity of History or something like that? With a connection to Tucker because he's the God of Wisdom/Knowledge(+other things?) here as seen by the people of the world.

Not gonna lie, love the idea that Sam is the main rebirth method, with help from Dan, of this little world. I don't know why I just like it :D

Also, love the Fantasy with hints of highly advanced magitek because yea, why wouldn't Tucker do that? His old temples have various hidden secrets that his students (and those who're inclined to, like adventurers) have to explore while figuring out puzzles and is absolutely delighted when they start making dungeons.

Also regarding the next question. Previously I imagined it was humans but then realized why stop there? You can have dryads, which are the attendants to Mother of Life and various forests around the world. Monsters, and like you said, lesser dragons wandering out and about. They wouldn't be divinity because, well, yea, but they might be considered sacred creatures to some groups of people or just dangerous forces of nature to others.

Klarion looking similar to them would be funny, the lesser dragons would know he's different from them, but the YJ don't know that now do they?

Might even be a few races that have more lizard/draconic features hehe.

YJ: [Wants to bring Klarion back but never mention him by name]

The Pantheon: [Knows who they're actually talking about before Side eyeing Vlad in the corner doing his little Evil God roleplay]

The Pantheon, deciding to commit to it since it's already there: Okay yea, we'll totally help you bring that guy down.

Also yes, most definitely magic. Even different types of schools too! Like:

Star magic (Danny).

Nature, Life, Plant, magic (Sam).

Sand, Rune, Enchantment magic (Tucker).

Death (Dan).

Wind (Dani).

Contracts, dark/black magic (Vlad because you know, Evil God thing).

And since Klarion has stepped into the world, Chaos magic becomes an option as well though it isnt mostly known until someone actually taps into it.

There's various subs-schools of magic, most definitely. Necromancy is a mix of the Death and Life magic school, the four elements would fall under Nature, but Wind might be considered its own special kind of school because of Dani's existence, etc.

I want to say that Time would also be a secret option, but I don't think Clockwork has stepped onto that plane yet for it to become one. I also want to say that Pariah stepping onto it would also breath a new magic to life, but I have no idea what it would be....

Will the Young Justice ever manage to figure out that Klarion was with them throughout there entire journey? Find out next on DRAGON BAL-

Inspired by @puppetmaster13u and various dragon aus they have.

BUT! This is also a bit of a fantasy/DnD au I guess...? IDK BUT HERE WE GO-

Okay now so, I'm imagining that that Danny, Tucker, and Sam create a pocket dimension for their game via the use of reality warping (via scepter) and something given to them by Pariah Dark before he went off on that whole honey moon thing with Clockwork.

For the record, Danny isn't the ghost king here, Pariah Dark is he's just the prince.

Sam created a garden from the barren earth, that eventually grew into a great forest and spread out to the rest of the world, which technically made her the creator of life but anyways. So, she's holed up in said garden turned forest.

Tucker bestowed upon his subjects (after they were made of course) knowledge and technology and is regarded as the greatest teacher in that world's history.

Danny? Oh yea he became that one that giant dragon that everyone knows is there, is afraid of, and just sleeps all day in this one specific place. You'd have to cut him some slack though, because no one told him creating a world and its laws would be so hard even with help.

That and him, as the one with basically the most knowledge and resident fanboy of space, created the stars surrounding the place as well!

Of course, they couldn't stay there all of the time. What with work (Tucker), high-society (Sam), and studying (Why the heck did Danny decide to go to collage again?). That entire place was just made to play around in before they had to go their separate ways and be, you know, actual adults, so it was easy enough to let go of it really.

Except for Danny. Not of any great reason, really, he just needed someplace where he could quietly study in peace, nap, think or just get away from the Ghost Zone before he had to go through all that princely nonsense again. Plus, none of their creations in that pocket dimension really wanted to mess with the giant fuck off dragon who was said to created the place anyways.

For the record, Danny is more of an eastern dragon in design with a long body rather than western. So that probably just added more into his intimidation with his sheer length.

So, you know, of course he would have been none too pleased when someone actually did disturb his solitude (as stated by the dimension's residents) as soon as the world was thrown off-balance by an outside force.

Meanwhile, Klarion the Witch boy is having the time of his life coming across a whole world that somehow hasn't been affected by Order or Chaos. So he's capitalizing on that.

Then he came across a place that was said to be sacred, not that he cared, and then came across a boy who didn't look a day over his teens (which frankly doesn't say much in regards to immortals) with a frankly long tail that looked longer than he was tall and very majestic looking horns.

Danny was annoyed yet curious, Klarion was surprised yet delighted.

[aprofessionalwithoutstandards]

The Soldier Parable.

Is that the game where the guy fucks the bucket did Soldier fuck the bucket

[lieutenant-columbro]

If Columbo was assigned to a case in Revachol, I fully believe that he would collapse due to how difficult and uncooperative almost everyone in the town is.

NAURRRRR THEY CAN'T BULLY MY BOY 😭😭😭

[yourfaveisvoidpunk]

Skynet from Fallout 2!

queued!

[azulaang-chakras]

Halloween Couples Costumes Ideas

Sukka: Gomez and Morticia Adams

A little obvious, but it works for them. Suki gets to express her rarely seen goth side, and Sokka gets an excuse to kiss up and down his wife’s arm in public.

Maiko: Buttercup and Westley

I like to think Zuko would enjoy fantasy and romance stories, but when he suggests the costume idea to Mai, she agrees on one condition: she gets to dress up as Westley and he goes as Buttercup. It makes for an unforgettable Halloween party.

Katoph: Caitlyn and Vi

What’s the difference between “sugar queen” and cupcake”? Nothing. Not a single thing. This idea is perfect and I won’t hear any arguments to the contrary.

Azulaang: Dracula and Lisa

Does Azula admire Aang’s ironclad commitment to his moral code? Absolutely. Would she expect him to slaughter the world if the world took her away from him? No, but it would be nice to be so appreciated. (and if you’re a fan of short queen Azula, Aang stepping into the shoes of Vlad “8 Feet” Dracula and kissing his smol genius wife is gold)

[probablyfunrpgideas]

Play a ridiculously small Spellcaster — small enough to fit in another player’s pocket. That is all.

Thanks @vlad-ironclad ! This is a cool idea... do you play as a little mouse who happens to be a sorcerer? Or maybe a druid, victim of some wild magic incident that made them permanently tiny.

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

Comte’s 4th Birthday Story Event: Before the Clock Strikes Midnight

REEEEEEEE Ik it was a long time ago but life has been a [redacted], so I figured better late than never HAHA

So without further ado, anybody who’s curious feel free to click for more--I’ll put it under a cut for spoilers as per usual~

So in this story it’s the usual, a few days before his birthday, and they’re discussing a bump in the road. Essentially, it appears a friend of Comte’s is going to be celebrating a wedding, and as such he’s going into the suburbs/affluent part of the region to be able to attend. It’s only a few hours away from the mansion, but he will be gone for a few days with the arrangements made for his stay. 

While this wouldn’t typically be an issue, MC has some things to take care of and opts out of attending with him (preparing for his bday probably LMAO) and Comte is immediately big sad. My favorite dramatic fool is already pouting, though he fully accepts and respects her decision. Besides which, he fully intends to be back in time to celebrate his birthday as well. He notes that he’s always admired how driven and independent she is, and has no intention of getting in the way of that. He’s just going to miss her, is all.

He says as much, figuring there’s no point in hiding it: “I really wanted to bring you with me to attend…but I suppose it simply can’t be helped” … “That’s not it…I guess I’m just wondering if you’ll miss me as much as I’ll miss you while I’m away.” 

And MC’s just like “Aw, it’s okay it’ll only be a few days.” While Comte’s response is a very mature, high-pitched whining sound at a frequency only King (Theo’s dog) and Theo himself can hear. When MC tries to reassure him once more, his Hamlet impression continues: “Even the prospect of a few days away from you feels unbearable.” 

Naturally, as any man do that loves his wife, he draws her close and proceeds to bang the living daylights out of her. I would offer details, but I have no deets to give beyond: [Well MC, it appears I won’t be letting you get much sleep tonight.] 

Brief intermission for the vague sounds of fangirl cardiac arrest. 

The scene opens again to him doing his walk of shame (the slut) down the walkway and into the carriage that will take him to his friend’s house. His thoughts carry the regret of burdening her with his desire, though MC is pretty much on cloud nine and unable to stop thinking about the heady night they shared in a good way. Bruh and the sly look when he figures out why she looks like that--I’m boutta call the police, he is going to make women and men alike act up. 

MC scrambles to cool his already returning desire by insisting he will be late if he indulges any further, and he laughs and agrees easily–albeit with the slightest hint of reluctance. My favorite part in this exchange is that he kisses her forehead, adding that it’s because she’s the most adorable person in the world to him (a moment of silence for our uwus). 

Fast forward to Comte trying to get home after the festivities are over. Problem is, it’s been raining like a mOTHERBLEEPER, and as such carriages have no safe way to traverse the roads at the moment. He waited out the first day as patiently as possible, but after the second–and no sign of stopping–his Leeroy Jenkins instincts kick in. He notes to the coachman that he’s aware he’s asking a lot, but they fully intend to take the long way which invites the least risk–and the rain is ebbing, even if the progress is slow. 

It’s interesting because there’s another echo of his main story in this moment. He essentially showcases a desperation to return before the day ends, though without context it’ll probably seem a little strange, so I’ll do my best to explain. Basically, in his main story, MC notes that she doesn’t really care how different they are. Different time, different species, different experiences, so on and so forth. She hammers home that what matters is that the present is something that they actively share. It’s theirs. And no amount of divisions he desperately tries to draw will change that fundamental reality. 

And it’s a little moving to see how deeply he takes it to heart? I think it’s one of those wonderful phenomena, personally–the way a person can influence how you think and act with their sentiments. Sometimes someone says precisely what it is we need to hear, and it changes us–while it can be for the worse, it can also be for the better. He notes that he spent so many birthdays; among the people serving his house when he was little, raising hell with his friends in his younger days, so on and so forth. Not unlike Leonardo, he says that after so many “special” days the faces become a blur, the festivities lose their luster. It’s just another day, at this point. 

Note, one interesting thing here that stands out to me is that I feel like this is a reflection of both of their larger struggles. Where Comte can’t stand the relentless flow of time rendering him the only constant (and something of a ghost, never fully present), Leonardo can’t bear birthdays because it means remembering people who still mean the world to him, but are long gone. People he can never see again, never laugh with again, never share his life with again. And I think that’s a very profound pain, an anguish that just keeps on settling its weight. (Oh, Sisyphus…)

Comte’s is similar, but different. He actively works to keep his distance-- unlike Leonardo, he approaches immortality in the pragmatic way. He knows getting close will hurt, so he opts out of that–keeps a step behind, an easy smile on his face. Betrays only fragments to anyone, always has his guard up. But the downside of being so guarded means you eventually feel hollowed out and alone; nobody truly knows or understands you. There is a distinct loneliness in that approach, where memories only become reminders of how nothing ever improves and how bereft you are of warmth. 

Leonardo, at least, gets to have the joy of being known from time to time. But loss and estrangement from those people means double the pain in the long run, because he loved them fully. Comte chooses to live in the cold to protect himself, but ends up in a kind of catch-22; the cost of forgoing loss means a constant deadening of his own feelings. It means living in a kind of fog, where there is a distinct discomfort in the silent obscurity of your own heart. 

There’s something I’ve come to believe in my short course of living, so I guess I still need time to determine how true it is. But…I feel like, when people live this way, where who they are is a lie or it’s at the very least carefully concealed, we in part start to become that lie. I think it’s fascinating because Comte seems to have so much personality to him. He’s dramatic, he’s thoughtful, he has a sense of mischief about him, he has strong ideals, and he has an even more ironclad moral grounding. And yet, when he talks about himself, he always uses descriptions that hinge on emptiness. Like he’s worth so little, worth nothing. And that’s what I mean–he’s been trying so hard to glide on the surface that he has come to believe he really is equivalent to something that ephemeral. Like there’s nothing more inside him, or if there is, that it will never be worthy of much. I think it really speaks to the ways behavior impacts the psyche, even though the opposite tends to be considered the only possible cause and effect relationship. 

He’s so determined to live for and in the future while he’s in the present, that he forgets to enjoy himself and really live. And while that approach is certainly understandable, I do think he loses parts of himself along the way. Only to be rediscovered and placed back into his hands by MC: [Today–this moment–our now, I don’t want to miss it for anything.] And that's not even touching on how quick she is to make them a we; she's not letting him keep that distance. It’s not “you have the ability to share this day with me” it’s “we’re here and in this together.”

I feel like what I love about this is that it’s not only about how sweet he is on MC, but also about how much he’s truly living again for the first time. His defenses are slowly inching their way down, he’s letting himself hope and want things and look forward to things again. The thing about being a responsible person is that–while responsibility is all well and good–sometimes you become so mired in doing the right thing and planning the most optimal outcomes that you just aren’t thinking of yourself anymore. That is, if you ever were to begin with. He went from the careful cultivation of a life as an aristocrat, to a life that spoke of more freedom and fun beyond those iron wrought gates, before he returned to the structure of what he knew. Freedom speaks to him I’m sure–we all need it in some measure to survive. But I do think a good portion of that was unfulfilling for him after a point. It was only feeding the void that was beginning to form inside him. He was instinctively retreating into himself to avoid pain, and in doing that the only result was feeling like a coward and a fake. He wasn’t happy, he wasn’t able to be himself, and nothing was fulfilling–every single day just another forward march. 

I think it comes as no surprise he took up Vlad’s initial invitation so willingly. 

But then I digress, back to the story. There’s another timeskip and it finds him racing down the hall of the mansion. He’s hoping to make it in time but knows he’s racing against the clock, and fully expects MC to be asleep by this point in the night. Midway along his path he thinks he spots MC and falters in his step, blinking. He decides to hang back, watching the figure enter his room with a great deal of curiosity and resists every urge to burst in after her. He hears MC speak into his pillow, her voice muffled but clearly despondent: “I miss you, Comte. I hope you get back home soon…” 

Comte pretty much dies right there. I literally have no better explanation for it. He freezes, his heart sputters and stops. He’s just completely taken aback. 

And then, naturally, he goes about feral with desire as is his modus operandi: “Oho, I heard something incredibly cute just now. Were you also having a hard time spending so long apart?”

MC: “…!”

[Startled, she turns around and her eyes widen and widen.]

MC: “Comte, how...”

Comte: “Took a detour in areas with less rain.”

MC: “?? Wouldn’t that still be hard in weather like this?”

Comte: “I told the coachman I wanted to see you as soon as possible. Even if it was only for a second, I wanted to spend today with you…”

[Everything I was thinking while in the carriage spills out of me long before I can help it. I am reminded again of just how utterly irreplaceable an existence MC is in my life.]

Comte: “Even so, it seems interesting that I would find you in my bed”

MC: “...! A--Ah, I’m so sorry for entering without permission!”

[I quickly grab hold of her before she can scramble out of my bed, coaxing her to sink back into the sheets.]

In between a lot of intense making out and [redacted], the larger overtone is that her reciprocated ardor just destroys him inside:

MC: “It was...because I couldn’t stop thinking about you, about wanting to see you…”

Comte: “!”

[You know just how to drive me mad with desire.]

Comte: “I’m the same...the first thing I did was look for you. Even though it was only a few days, your voice, your body, everything...I missed you”

[Because today, our ‘now’--I never want to lose a single moment with you as long as you’re by my side...]

Comte: “I’m so happy to be able to be with you, right here and right now.”

It gets funny too because Comte is trying to take it slow, but when she tells him “Happy birthday” and goes on to say she was so glad to greet the day he was brought into the world by his side, he just loses all control LMFAO. It ends with them getting more heated and [redacted], to the point where he doesn’t even hear the clock strike midnight. 

And if him being the cutest and sexiest romantic wasn’t obvious enough, he spends the next morning just sighing blissfully with her in his arms:

[The next morning, when I wake up, MC is still fast asleep. I mean, given she only fell asleep a few hours ago. I’m still reveling in the afterglow of a sweet night filled with her cries, the way she looked at me and held me. MC...]

[I relax to the sound of her breathing steady with sleep, stroking gently at her hair as I hug her from behind.]

Comte: “I’ve had countless birthdays. In an endless life, I was convinced it was just a day that would come and go every time.”

Comte: “It was only after meeting you that I could understand there was no such thing as an overlapping or identical moment. I don’t want to miss a single second by your side...that’s what I think now.”

[I admit the truth of my heart, brushing a kiss against her cheek. Over and over and over again, showering her in my affection--]

But dun dun dun!!! MC was awake the whole time, so when she fidgets a little at how ticklish his kisses are, he 👁

[Oh, I see. Well then, two can play at that game...]

Comte: “Your punishment is to stay in my arms just as we are...how’s that?”

He gets his mischievous (and hilarious) revenge for being revealed (HORNY TIME), though it’s so suffused with love it’s hard to call it revenge hahaha. She reminds him to go easy on her because they have his birthday party to attend later, and he agrees~

Honestly after such killer hurt/comfort spice fluff, I can only tremble at the thought of what his 5th year bday story will be

It’s either going to be Some Angst^TM or even more killer fluff, and either way that means my days are numbered

[tf2fansderogatory]

Spy ALWAYS knows what time it is, down to the minute. No one knows how— not even Spy himself.

yes! the mercs theorize different reasons how he's always right after too many "coincidental" guesses, for example:

-he's been on so many missions and such that time just comes naturally to him

-he got so used to checking a watch/clock that he's essentially memorized how long time passes somehow

-his internal clock is just that good (or maybe medic took that term a little too literally-)

[readinganawfullot]

what am I?

Yo! Just a got an idea of what if Danny got more and more powerful as the show went on? Became something that wasn’t human and wasn’t a ghost. Didn’t even qualify as a halfa. So what does he do? Goes to Walker’s prison. After all if he can contain the most dangerous things, surely he could too? Just how far is Danny willing to go to test what he is?  

Walker wasn’t a ghost that was seeked out. ...Well he wasn’t a ghost that those who were sane sought out. It was reasonable. Running one of the most notorious prisons in the ghost zones and with ironclad rules to match. The place was as pleasant as it sounded and the same went for the one who ran it. There were still ghosts who were there before Periah’s rule for ancient sake! But, that isn’t the point. Walker wasn’t a ghost that was sought out and he knew this. 

So, the question is. Why did Phantom? 

Standing or, better looming, in front of Walker’s desk with sunken eyes and a line line as he waited. For what though? Walker wasn’t stupid and wouldn’t be mistaken for such. Leaning forward he rested his hands on his desk. This, this was one of the criminals he wanted to get for a long time. For the amount of rules that Phantom broke, the boy more than deserved it. To pay and own up to the multiple crimes. But, Phantom wasn’t easy to catch. 

Defeating countless enemies and bounty hunters or those who simply wanted the rights to say I beat Phantom! He made it look easy and with his power (that seemed to be growing with every passing encounter from the whispers of those who he locked up) it wasn’t surprising. So for Phantom to be ‘caught’ from straying into his territory in the ghost zone by accident was as if the boy was trying to mock Walker if anything. 

And he would’ve thought that. If not from the hollowed version of the oh so powerful Phantom that stood before him. 

“Why are you here boy?” He demanded, lips curling as he drawled out the question. He wasn’t in the mood to play games. Walker was a busy warden after all. “This isn’t a place to taunt me.” Phantom was a newly formed ghost. Young but not stupid. He had to know the power Walker had in the prison. 

Phantom tilted his head to look up at Walker, hair falling in his face. A crooked smile and a dying spark in his eyes, “What do you mean? You caught me or are you getting old?” His eyes were dark, waiting for something. Some sort of reaction or for Walker to do something. But, what was it? 

Walker couldn’t find what Phantom was trying to make him do. Or react. As mentioned before, “I don’t do games boy,” he growled out. Toxic green eyes narrowed at the boy, his hands curling into fist. “And I think some time in solitary should give you time to think about that.” And he waited. For a reaction (wasn’t Phantom protecting that town? There should be some resistance, some outcry. Walker’s solitary was much longer than human terms anyway). There was none. Just that same crooked smile. But nothing else. 

Scoffing, Walker gestured to the guards. “Cuff him and put him in confinement. I’m done wasting time.” He didn’t have time to waste. He may be dead, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have a schedule to keep. 

There was a shuffle. The two guards stationed by the door gave each other a glance. Of course they’d follow what Walker said, they weren’t stupid. But… This was Phantom. Sure he didn’t attack unless provoked and didn’t make it hard to find folks like the Fentons did. But did cuffing him stand the same as provoking? Taking an uneasy step forward, Phantom finally looked up and the room’s temperature dropped another ten degrees. 

“What are you doing?” Walker barked out, returning his papers. “Get him out of here. I’ve got things to look over.” 

It wasn’t until Phantom was cuffed and collared did he start to move. Tugging at the cuffs, as if to see if they would work, a spark and a shock gave way to a reaction. Curiously, Phantom didn’t seem to notice it. Or feel it. Furrowing his eyebrows, he looked at the cuffs in concentration before tugging again. Not once using his powers. A spark and dying hiss gave away made Walker look up. 

clunk

The cuffs fell off and Phantom's shoulders dropped with them. The damaged and slightly singed pieces of metal began to burn the carpet. Phantom’s eyes were wide and he was pale. Eyes locked onto the cuffs. Soon enough he began to laugh. Each chuckle getting higher and higher pitch. 

Shit. Wasn’t there rumors that he had a sonic scream? 

“GET DOWN!” Walker roared, the two guards doing so just as the laughter echoed around and destroyed the office. Phantom might as well have been crying with how it sounded. By the time he got up, his ears were ringing and everything hurt. 

“So they were right…” Phantom whispered as he bent down to look at the cuffs. Supposedly they were strong enough to hold any ghost. But what was he? If not a ghost? Vlad had called him a halfa. But Phantom did things that not even Vlad could do. 

Phantom wiped his eyes roughly, ice began to creep on the walls. A low crackling sound began to echo in the room. “I’m not even this…” 

Walker began to finally get up, glaring at the menace who dared to desecrate his office. He wanted to fight back. But when Phantom looked up at him. Eyes glowing bright green, brimming with tears, and that same damn smile. He couldn’t move. 

A flicker and Phantom did what phantoms did best. Vanish. Leaving only a whisper as he slowly  seemingly slipped into nowhere. 

“I’m not even this anymore, am I?” 

[lesbitsch-archive]

In this pack you’ll find #53 medium quality (the movie was extremely low quality [like seriously, REALLY bad] so i did my best), medium sized gifs of VLADIMIR KULICH as his role of Tiberius in Ironclad for my one and only fellow cowboy @jcrahmormonts! This brings Vlad’s gif total to #101. Vladimir is Germanic and was about 55 years old in this role.

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Warnings include: blood, swords/axes, violence/sword fighting

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[sympathyformephisto]

#where is the essay op #‘cause yeah #with the ‘romance for dummies’ implying he’s never dated #and the whole thing with Maddie reading more like getting back at Jack than anything #no kids after 20 years married in the alternate timeline despite wanting them in the OG timeline #there’s definitely some kind of ace reading there

Yeah, I think “Masters of All Time” really cemented to me that Vlad is ace. He might possibly be interested in romance (I do like to ship him with Maddie and Jack), but even then, a lot of the romantic feelings he has for Maddie seem to stem from idealization and seeing her as the possession to be “rightfully taken back” than any actual true romance. And I don’t see him as interested in sexual more so than a very fantasized version of romance; when he does get a marriage, he has no children.

I honestly think he’s never been with anyone in any way because Vlad’s biggest flaw with receiving any love is that it has to be absolutely on his terms with no consideration for the other party’s feelings. If it’s not perfect, whether the perfect wife or the perfect son, he demeans and abandons the relationship, such as with the unstable clones and Danielle. He doesn’t love Maddie even when they do get together because it’s established the relationship can’t survive without deception, and when everything falls apart, he explodes.

And after twenty years in MOAT, he and Maddie live alone in the castle, which alludes to me that he is disinterested in sex. Granted, there could be a multitude of reasons why they don’t have kids, and the storytelling in that episode isn’t exactly ironclad; it could be that it’d overcomplicate a 25-minute episode to introduce new kid characters in a timeline that isn’t mentioned again. He and Maddie could simply be incompatible, or Maddie used contraceptives because she didn’t want children with him. But if Vlad wanted children like he does in the main timeline, he would likely catch on to the latter after two decades.

That said, especially because this timeline establishes Vlad as an heir to a title (unsure if it’s hereditary since it’s contradicted by Vlad’s speech in “Kindred Spirits” about needing to overshadow millionaires), it seems odd there wouldn’t be at least one child to carry on the title and the estate.

But my reading on Vlad is that he feels an authentic need to have love and a family, but this manifests in essentially taking away what “belongs” to Jack and having a wife and kids because that’s the accepted heteronormative standard that makes someone “a real man.” And no doubt perhaps this might connect to dehumanization Vlad felt being in the hospital in his frightening new state and abandoned.

Comphet, or compulsory heterosexuality, usually refers to women who are bi and lesbian, but much like misogyny also impresses expectations on men (emotions are weak because they’re feminine, be stoic, don’t talk about certain traumas, etc.) which hurt them, I think LGBTQIA men also are expected to perform in ways enforced by patriarchy and cishet norms. And much like comphet may make a woman, without realizing it, overprioritize relationships with men over women and alienates them from other women, Vlad’s need to have the ideal wife and kids ultimately puts him in an antagonistic role against Jack. (And Danny, of course.) While Jack has a successful love life and fathers children, Vlad lacks both and is therefore ridiculed for being a single, lonely creep. If Jack is the ideal for men who marry a capable woman and has children with her, Vlad is essentially the fallen man with no wife or progeny who resents this and seeks to change it through killing Jack, his competition, and usurping the role through domination.

However, with Vlad, his life with Maddie fails when he’s offered the opportunity. While this is due to his lies, it also seems to be implied that Maddie, when she cries happily at the real timeline where she has kids with Jack, is unable to be happy with what Vlad offers. And perhaps Vlad would never be truly happy trying to meet the expectations of a proper cishet husband because he has that as a goal only because it’s what Jack “took” from him; and it seems like a logical manifestation of his need to have love, since this is the love men are expected to pursue. Yet, he is unable to perform exactly even when married and therefore fails.

Adrienne Rich, when speaking of marriage, mentions that our acceptance of marriage as an institution (assumed then to be for men and women with the expectation of having children from sexual attraction all women are conditioned to think they should have for men) alienates those who operate outside of it. While women’s lives are often oriented by their intimacy with men (telling a doctor about having an active sex life often prompts talk of birth control and condoms, thus assuming sex as heterosexual by default), men’s lives revolve around emulating ideal masculinity and heterosexuality, which suppresses the identities of LGBTQIA when they are ostracized for not acting masculine or sexually adept. And if the sexual orientation and desires they have with their partner(s) are incompatible, this would lead to feelings of inadequacy augmented by the expectation that men mustn’t be too emotional. And of course, not performing heteronormativity well can lead to isolation or even violence against someone presumed to be LGBTQIA.

While I think it’s possible (after major character development) that Vlad might be open to some form of genuine romance, and I’m fond of him having some paternal role for the younger characters, whether it’s Danny or Danielle or Valerie, what holds him back is that he must have things exactly as he imagines in his head, which also complies with cishet standards and is seen as a possession he must take from another man, thus proving himself superior and stronger. He needs to learn not to dehumanize others and to stop treating them as pawns he’s owed.

If he didn’t have this need to prove himself better while wanting to impose himself on Jack’s role, he would likely be happier and find fulfilling relationships. This would likely require a drastic change in circumstances and a paradigm shift for him to finally let go of his very ingrained expectations of what love and happiness really are.

Vlad Masters is proof that comphet and the masculine expectations patriarchal societies uphold also affect men. In this essay I will

[aprofessionalwithoutstandards]

Scout is really into the Fallout series because it makes him feel like a badass, and other shooters kinda bore him like been there done that. Anyway one time he called Spy Benny on accident and Demo spit out his morning scrumpy.

I've never played Fallout lemme look smth up rq

[junkilikey]

I'm sad because he's bad

I wish I was mad but he's all I had

He was supposed to be my comrade

Like Vlad his hatred was ironclad