#woman king au

[grey-gazania]

I wish you would write a fic that provides more backstory on Annael.

OR

More of your marvelous Feanorions! What happened to Curvo's firecracker of a wife?

❤️

@sallysavestheday || I wish you would write a fic... || accepting

You know, now that you mention it, I've never actually written anything from Annael's POV! He's not as fully developed in my mind as some of the other characters I write about, but the general backstory I've imagined is that he's been the leader of the people of Mithrim for about a hundred years prior to the First Battle. After Thingol and his host had retreated behind the Girdle, but before Fëanor's host arrived and defeated Morgoth's forces in the Dagor-nuin-Giliath, he and his people were in a rather dire situation, because Morgoth's orcs had unfettered access to most of western Beleriand, apart from Doriath and the Falas (and the Falas itself was under siege).

When Fëanor and his followers arrived in Mithrim, after several long months of the Northern Sindar being assailed, welcoming the Noldor seemed like a logical idea. They were fellow Eldar and capable of battle, and maybe their leader was a bit intense, but when Morgoth's orcs came pouring over the Ered Wethrin in a surprise attack, the Noldor were indispensable in achieving victory in the resulting battle. And yes, Fëanor did get himself killed through a mix of rage and recklessness, and his heir did end up being captured by Morgoth, but more warriors are more warriors, and the second son took over and was competent enough.

This was, I think, the beginning of Annael's break with Thingol. He never renounced Thingol as his king, but the fact remained that Thingol had retreated behind the Girdle in the First Battle and left the people of Mithrim to fend for themselves, despite being their king. Between that and Thingol's known disdain for the Northern Sindar (as laid out in "The Problem of Ros" in The Peoples of Middle-earth, for those of you who are curious where that particular detail is coming from), Annael was feeling a bit bitter, and he and his people, I think understandably, judged the Noldor to be more reliable allies than Thingol and the Iathrim.

(Side note, but I think this bitterness toward Thingol was not uncommon among the Elves of Mithrim. Annael certainly passed it on to his daughters, and Ianneth in turn passed it on to Ereiniel, in whom it was reinforced by Doriath's refusal to join her father in assailing Angband, the battle in which Fingon was killed and in the aftermath of which the majority of the Elves of Mithrim -- Annael included -- either were slaughtered or were driven from their home. Sixteen years passed between the Nírnaeth Arnoediad and Annael's arrival to the settlement on Balar, and that was an agonizing length of time to not know what had become of him (and his wife and younger daughter) for both Ianneth and Ereiniel. I think, in the Second Age, some of what Oropher perceives as Noldorin arrogance in Gil-galad is actually an echo of the inherited anger of the Northern Sindar.)

The arrival of Fingolfin and his host did make the situation rather fragile, but Annael had enough experience leading his people that he was able to successfully take a neutral stance and maintain friendly ties with both groups, favoring neither one nor the other. Still, though Fingon's rescue of Maedhros was quite astounding, Annael and his people's prior experiences with escaped thralls left them deeply wary of Maedhros, and they were quite relieved when Maedhros ceded the crown to Fingolfin, who seemed an altogether wiser and more stable choice for the role.

Fingolfin's fortitude in leading his people across the Helcaraxë, too, left Annael feeling more inclined towards the Fingolfinians than the Fëanorians, as he felt that Fingolfin had proven himself to be made of similar stuff to the Northern Sindar, who had been living on Morgoth's doorstep under constant threat for hundreds of years. Fingolfin and his children had faced and overcome a long, dire hardship in a way that Fëanor and his sons had not, and Annael had no qualms about building a stronger alliance with him.

Little bit of a ficcish thing:

He says nothing to Fingolfin, nor to his son, but the truth is that the rescued prince -- the one the followers of Fëanor's sons in the settlement on the other side of the lake call king -- worries him. While he has offered the aid of his people's healers to assist Fingolfin's own in treating the man, as befits an ally, what neither Fingolfin nor Fëanor's sons know is that the healers sent have been selected not solely for their knowledge of illness and injury, but also for their ability to defend themselves. Mithrim's Elves have lost too many of their own in the past to the sudden violence of thralls who had escaped Angband with their bodies, but had not escaped Morgoth's control over their minds.

Still, he cannot deny that there have been some benefits to the prince's rescue. The tension between Fingolfin's people and the people of the Sons of Fëanor has dropped to a low simmer rather than the rolling boil it was three weeks ago, and Annael no longer feels that maintaining his people's peace with both camps is like walking a tightrope of spun cobwebs. If the Noldor can unite under one king, they'll be a stronger ally to his people, and his people are in need of allies. They have seen that they cannot rely on their own monarch.

But Annael will rest easier if the chosen king is Fingolfin.

[grey-gazania-fic]

It's the whole gang from The Kids Are All Right, made in Rinmaru's Mega Fantasy Avatar Creator!

From left to right, we have Ereiniel, Celebrimbor, Erestor, Maewen, Henthael, Gurvadhor, Ianneth, and Annael, all doing their best on the Isle of Balar.

[deadsetobsessions]

Hera stood, waiting for her turn at last. The Queen of the Greek Pantheon traced the lines of neon green, its light reflecting against her true form in a soothing way. She’s no stranger to patience, to waiting. But there were little of those that had the gall to make her wait, and even smaller of that number that she would tolerate such behavior. Regardless, this was the one being she could not afford to offend and so, she waits. Her many forms, her divine self, perceived the room and compared it to her own halls of residence.

Olympus was much more intricate, carved of noble marble and inlaid with countless of priceless metals and gems and divinity. Twelve seats of power atop an engineering wonder, halls adorned with the brightest of the original flames, an hearth that was roaring at Hesta’s skillful hands.

In comparison, this throne room had been changed much since she was last here. Gone were the spikes of terror and screams of the damned. Now… it looked like the most bare throne room she’d ever bore witness to.

And yet, as she waited for the Boy King, Hera could feel the subtle thrum of impossible power. The new king did not flare his will and might like the previous tyrant, and for that, Hera approved. She has had quite enough of living with and under tyrants who cared only for themselves… and their bed achievements whilst failing spectacularly in their marital roles. Zeus was not a good life partner and Hera regretted ever saying yes to him many times in her immortal life. And yet… she loved him still.

The doors opened, and a small figure floated in, flanked by the previous King’s Knight. Perhaps that is what makes this Boy King so dangerous, Hera thought as she dipped into a bow, because he can turn the loyalest to his side.

“Your Majesty,” she greeted, in ghost speak.

“Heya, Hera!” The Boy King greeted her back, before waving the Knight away. Hera marveled, a bit, at the sheer confidence he had to dismiss his knight in her presence. Even the last king kept the knights around to ensure his power was always in display, always unchallengeable. The Boy King could destroy her with a snap of a finger and he knows it. He knows that she knows it.

“What did you need?” The Boy King asked, grin still on place as he floated to her instead of seating himself on his throne. Hera masked the bit of confusion she felt in pursuit of her goal.

“I have come here to ask of you a favor,” she began. “I am aware that… you are fond of this, the earth in which I reside in?”

Hera carefully picked her word. Everybody knows that the new King Phantom had laid claim to not only the Infinite Realms as is normal of his station, but an entire Earth as his haunt. He had the power to do so, she could finally see, now that she was standing before him. It would not do for Hera to get her strings cut because she claimed what is his.

“Sure. Why?” The Boy King tilted his head, narrowing that predator green upon her true form.

“Do you know of the Justice League, my lord?”

“Phantom’s fine,” he waved a hand. “And yeah, sure do! Why?”

Hera tilted her many forms in acknowledgement of the command. She bowed.

“My daughter, of a sort, is Diana Prince. Wonder Woman. She is… in grave danger. We can not exert our influence over a land that does not have our history. I can not interfere and aid her.”

“Oh, you want me to help her?” His tone was exasperated, and Hera spoke even more carefully in fear of offending him.

“Yes, if it pleases you. And it would be most gracious of you should Your Majesty have time to watch over her. I fear the danger will not leave her so quickly.”

There was a brief period of silence before King Phantom sighed. “And if it does not please me to do so?”

Hera looked up and locked gazes with evaluating green. “Then I am afraid I will be breaking a fair bit of cosmic law, King Phantom.”

He laughed. “Okay, yeah, I’ll check up on Wonder Woman.”

Hera blinked her many eyes, peacock feathers spreading in shock at how easily he allowed her favors. She did not even have to beg.

King Phantom turned to leave before pausing. “Hera, if you need help, just ask. Preferably without beating around the bushes next time. Also, Pandora misses you. You might want to hang around for tea later.”

Hera regarded him with the might of her divinity, which was but hardly a spec of his own kindness. The last one had not had her respect. Fear, yes. But never respect But this one…

“Yes, my King.”

“It’s just Phantom.” He shot back as he left, the Knight returning to his side once more.

Hera transformed into a more mortal form. She had not seen Pandora in a long time, the young woman had made quite an impression on her. Perhaps her old friend could be convinced in helping her punch Zeus and ruin her beloved husband’s day. Hera hummed, the green that used to flicker acidly against her divine form now only soothed. A reflection of its owner.

King Phantom is worthy of her regard.

——

Holy shit, a goddess asked him to check on the Justice League! She was super weird about it and talked in a really old way of speaking, but Danny hadn’t had anything to do for the past few days while entering the zone for his annual check up.

Danny waved away Fright Knight and dived into the portal that would take him directly to the Justice League and Diana!

He floated down from the portal, blinking at group of disheveled and injured superheroes surrounded by a group of demons. Belial?

“King Phantom.” Belial rumbled. Danny waved, not noticing the standstill his presence forced.

“Shite.” The British man cursed, drawing on his magic once more.

“King Phantom?” Diana Prince, Wonder Woman, said quizzically.

“Who?” Batman, Batman! That’s actually Batman, rumbled.

“High King of the Infinite Realms. We’re buggered if he decides to help Belial.”

“Wait, like the god of gods, that King Phantom?” Captain Marvel asked. Ancients, why are all of them electrical based? Danny hates electricity.

Danny floated closer to them, grinning in a friendly way before frowning as they tensed up.

“King Phantom. May I ask why you have graced us with your presence, my King?”

“Hey, Wonder Woman! Your mom asked me to babysit you!” He grinned, sharp and mischievous.

“What…?” The Flash asked, zipping to their side. “Her mom? Queen Hippolyta?”

“No, Hera,” Danny said, and watched Wonder Woman straighten at his words.

“The Goddess Hera.”

“Yep!” Danny rocked back on his suddenly formed legs instead of the whisp of a tail he usually kept in the Zone. He was also still floating. Danny sent a wave of ice and froze the rest of the demons in one fell swoop.

“The rest of you can take care of clean up, yes? Diana has to get some snacks, dinner, and then go to bed.” He pushed gently at Diana’s shoulders, nudging her towards the plane. She went willingly, respectful but amused.

——

Bruce, intellectually knowing that’s a king but only seeing a superhero teenager: *fills out mental adoption paperwork*

——

Hera, a goddess, terrified of misspeaking and dying as a result: he’s so strong even though he’s young omg powerful and could end my immortal existence

Danny, an unserious king: golly gee why is she speaking like a Shakespeare novel

——

Hera, thinking Danny’s gonna be dignified: pls watch over my daughter

Danny, who has a clone he sees as a daughter and therefore has no issues babysitting a grown woman: lol snacks, dinner, bedtime

Diana:… usually I’m on the other spectrum of this but it’s from a higher up so… okay?

——

Danny, terrifying gods and ancients: they’re my friends! The power of friendship!

[enderlovescake]

Dash narrows his eyes. He's floating right next to Danny's head.

"What?" Dash holds his hands out plans up with a look of disbelief.

"The." Danny looks annoyed.

"Fuck?" Sam is floating on the other side of Danny's head. Two people where floating in front of Danny while another stayed on the ground.

"Uh. We come in piece?" The one with a stylized s on his chest says. Confusion and wearyness are telegraphed from the man.

"No fucking shit. Who are you?" Sam says. Danny tilts his head.

"I'm Superman, this is Wonder Woman and the man down there is Batman. We are heros!" One of Danny's ears flick as Dash floats closer to him.

"I'm Phantom. Ancient of Space and King of the infinite realms." Danny says. His cloak shifting slightly as he sits up straighter. "Sorry for the unannounced reappearance. About 30 years ago our whole town was yanked into the infinite realms. As of recently I was able to bring the land back out. It didn't feel right to leave a huge crater in the ground."

Most buildings were gone along with the people who lived in them. It was a smaller community than the start. Moving to different areas in the Realms.

"I do hope we can get along. We've missed the sun."

[fairygothmotherisgay]

DC Social Media AU Part 8

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

Just some silly newt mom Olivia shitposting. Feat. Princess!Marcy from my Raised in Amphibia AU because I missed her.

[little-pondhead]

DP x DC Prompt

…

There are no more heroes.

Well, okay. Rewind a bit.

Danny has been doing the hero thing for a while now. He’s had a big reveal; everyone has accepted him (including his parents), the GIW disbanded, the Anti-Ecto acts repealed, and generally, everything is going great. Some of the A-Listers are even training as junior ghost hunters to help give him a break from his rogues! (Being Ghost King makes things hectic sometimes, and he just needs the extra help. Sue him!)

The point is, literally nothing is wrong with Danny Phantom’s afterlife.

And then Valerie Gray, the Red Huntress, disappears in front of his eyes.

Danny is baffled! She’s just…gone! Valerie just popped out of existence, like she was never there. But no matter how hard he searches in the Ghost Zone, he can’t find her soul anywhere. His core isn't broken in grief. So she’s not dead. Which is good. So then, where is she?

Some of the others come forward with ideas on how to find her. A few ghosts volunteer to go out into the mortal realm, an area Danny had declared off-limits, to see if she was out there. Danny approves it. He rounds up some of the friendlier (i.e., discreet) ghosts and Amity Parkers and demolishes the outside travel ban.

So everyone spreads out, looking for their dear frenemy and teammate. But it becomes apparent very quickly that something is wrong with the rest of the world.

There are no more heroes.

Every single living superhero on the face of the Earth has just…vanished. Villains are running amok; the countries are in chaos! Some aliens are invading Earth, mythical deities are trying to take over, and society is crumbling to the ground. Everything is on the brink of collapse.

Well, Danny was still there. And so were his people. They were pretty spread out, so could they just…take up the mantles? He also knew where to find the souls of dead heroes in the Zone; surely they wouldn't mind coming out of retirement for a little bit, especially if they couldn't die again. Oh! And that skeleton army leftover from Pariah Dark's reign might be useful in repelling those invading forces.

Honestly, there were more than enough hands to go around! And with the heroes gone, Danny didn't mind letting everyone out for a little break, as long as they followed his rules. They wouldn't stop the search for the other heroes, but hopefully, when they found them, the heroes wouldn't mind Danny's intervention too much. :)

In other words:

Someone fucks up, and all of Earth's living heroes are either wished out of existence or are whisked away to some far-off realm where Danny hasn't checked yet. In the attempt to figure out what's going on, Danny lets the dead run amok over the Earth as they search for clues. The skeleton army repels the invading armies, the souls of dead heroes deal with the world leaders, and his rogues and other Amity Parkers set up shop in place of famous heroes, trying to get the cities under control again.

Basically, they just do their best to keep everything from imploding until the Justice League and others are back.

(And why is it that Danny hasn't disappeared? Well, whatever caused everyone to go poof! only affected living heroes. Anyone heroes that were dead in the first place, or even just half-dead, stayed behind.)

[ew-selfish-art]

Dp x Dc AU: Tucker gets hired by the JL to work on the Watchtower’s cybersecurity... He might have a few friends visit. 

Batman looked over the application for visitors presented to him by Dr. Foley, who was nervously wringing his hands but seemed excited to talk about his two close associates, and it appeared that everything was in order for the pair to be allotted a short visitation time slot. 

The paperwork was established by Batman himself after all, needing a way to permit non-members (His Children) to visit him at his office in the watchtower. Looking over Dr. Foley’s application, the invites to Dr. D. Fenton and Dr. S. Manson seemed to be somewhat warranted.

Dr. Fenton is a well known astrophysicist and Dr. Foley had been upping the security to reflect more complex physics models as the ‘lock’ mechanism for access to Watchtower servers. Dr. Manson was a more controversial figure in social justice but a biochemist to rival Dr. Pamela Isley, not to mention she was someone Bruce Wayne had met a number of times and not completely hated (though he was sure she hated him and everyone else in the gala). She was a fan favorite guest by his children and a great advocate for animal and human rights. 

Batman approves the application, allowing their visitation for a few hours at a time once a week until the completion of Dr. Foley’s project. 

He doesn’t hear much from it, nor from Dr. Foley, but things start to come down the rumor grapevine that the two guests were more than they seemed. Red Robin was the first to comment on it to him, and as practical and efficient Tim could be, there was a look of chaos in his smile as he discussed the two additional PhDs. He was stingy on details and that always meant something bad for Bruce’s mental health. A few others asked a few questions as to who exactly the pair were visiting, and Cyborg commented that they weren’t really doing too much to assist Dr. Foley. 

Batman decides to intervene and meet these two for himself when he hears Constantine complain (not that the man wasn’t always complaining about something) about the two new magic users being way too OP for normal humans. 

This is how the JL gets to become allied with Ghost King Phantom and Thorn (not Poison Ivy pt.2 as Robin insisted). Turns out they weren’t sure if the JL could be trusted with interdimensional politics, so Tucker spent the last two years gaining their trust to let Danny and Sam up here to ‘check the place out’ before they committed to becoming members. 

Batman doesn’t even get to raise alarms at the espionage of it all because Red Robin has already programed their new badges and welcomed them on with open arms and a project to take down the LOA’s Lazarus Pits “safely”.

[goddessofbees]

Dan Dad au: so is Bruce stalking them to be nosy or does he want to turn them into the next Robins? What do the rest of the Justice League think of them?

Both Jason and Dan would actually Murder Bruce if either of them became robins, but Bruce really just is nosy and paranoid needing backup plans for things. Not like any cameras work around them.

Dan and the kiddos don't interact with the Justice League much unless I wanna do the trope by summoning the ghost king which would be Dan, tho Jason and Dan both like Wonder Woman

[grey-gazania]

Last Line

Tagged by @swanmaids to share the last sentence I wrote:

Who was she to judge him, this would-be king, this self-righteous child who dared to wear Fingon's face?

Tagging @spiritofwhitefire, @that-angry-noldo, @vidumavi, @melestasflight, @cuarthol, @swanhild, @leucisticpuffin, @emyn-arnens, @polutrope, @welcomingdisaster, @sallysavestheday, @zealouswerewolfcollector, @thelordofgifs, @hhimring, @elfscribe, and anyone else who hasn't done it yet but wants to -- @ me and say I tagged you!

[grey-gazania-fic]

Fingon, Ianneth, and Ereiniel Gil-galad, made in Rinmaru's Mega Fantasy Avatar Creator!

[franki-lew-yo]

I've been getting into the language of flowers recently so I did some AU happier-ending fancouples I did in celebration of shipping-month. ElkxWoman's flowers are sweet williams, hessops and baby's breaths. Fuzi and Philip's are violets, hollyhocks and Lily-of-the-Valleys.

Canonically their flowers would be

heliotrope, yellow chrysanthemum, snapdragons, milkweed, anemone and columbine for MysteryElk.

Hollyhock, Tansys, and black Dahlias (no not the real life tragedy. there are black dahlias irl) for Philip

And geraniums, daisies and black bat flowers for Fuzi.

[non-binary-lil-star]

Ok ok but WHAT IF _ hear me out here _ what if instead of doing something useful with my life I drew and wrote a fic for a Young Justice Pjo au?

GET THIIS

Superman - Zeus

Aquaman - Poseidon

Hal Jordan - Hades (Ik you're thinking Batman but Hal crosses ghosts to thebother side and stuff so it just makes so much sense for him to be Hades)

Batman - Athena (she's a WARRIOR OF THE MIIIIIIIIIINNDD)

Wonder woman - Artemis (yes I'm kind of ignoring ww's own story with Greek mythology here, sue me)

Flash - Hermes

Red Tornado - Quiron because he's honestly the only adult keeping yj alive in Canon

People I'm not so sure about (help me pls ):

Green Arrow - Apolo (they've got kind of opposite personalities but I was out of gods so)

Martian Manhunter - ????

Which leads me to:

Robin is a son of Athena (obviously)

Supeboy is a son of Zeus (also obviously )

Impulse is a son of Hermes but here we are considering the flash to be Barry Allen

Wonder girls got a strong relationship with Ares in the comics so I'm gonna say Ares and she ends up deciding to become an Artemis hunter

Anita would definetly be a daughter of Hecate

Cissie is a daughter of Apolo

Lobo is a mistake of the cosmos 🫠

I'm gonna go ahead and ignore those other guys that show up just before yj graduates to the Titans because I think they're boring 👍🏼

All of that being said, the JL could also be their mortal parents and we keep the Greek gods as they are

[upathosarts]

drops this here

[star-the-gremlin]

This is what people mean when they say "pride" right? ehehe... please laugh

[arathejedi394]

once upon a time wee 16 going on 17yo me was the first witch in the Scottish play at a community college. during rehearsals once we were doing the scene where macbeth confronts the witches and good king macbeth put her sword right under my chin, so I have a sword to my throat held by an attractive older girl

and then she winked