Potatolily

It’s just completely obscuring his face, sat on his shoulders with tufts of white hair poking out. 

“Can I help you?” The person-teenager asked, voice slightly muffled from behind the intricate flaming crown completely obscuring their face. It settled on his shoulders, rather uncomfortable looking in all honesty, and tilted funnily, but was still large enough to obscure the child’s(?) face except for a tuft of flowing, fluffy white hair.

“Yeah,” Constantine replied after a moment. “We’re looking for Phantom, King of the Infinite Realms, Pariah’s Bane, Twice Savior of the Infinite Realms, bearer of many titles, etcetera,” He chewed on his cigarette and tried to act casual. “We tried summonin’ him and got you instead. Know why?”

The kid let out a very long sigh, and slumped over where he hovered, crown tilting precariously on his shoulders. “That’s cause I’m me. Phantom. That’s me. King of the Infinite Realms, person with too many fucking titles. Who are-,” The kid paused where he had tilted the oversized crown up to peer out at the League members gathered around the circle, gave a little yip of surprise and dropped the crown back down in front of his face. “The Justice League,” the kid squeaked, “I got summoned by the Justice League. Cool, cool, I am being SO normal about this,”

“Oh well that’s actually really simple.” Phantom chirped, folding his legs criss-cross applesauce and floating in the air. “See, I never wanted nor did I ask for it. Oh no, I spent most of my after-life wandering around the infinite realms, occasionally popping into the human realm to check on progress. I was perfectly happy being a floating, doting ghostie. A few years ago I became a hero to a small town to protect them from more violent ghosts. Then -someone- decided to be a froot loop and release Pariah from his perma-nap, and I ended up defeating him in single combat. Hence, King by right of conquest.”

Constantine’s first question was ‘WHO THE BLOODY HELL RELEASED PARIAH FROM HIS SARCOPHAGUS?!’

His second question was ‘WHY DIDN’T JUSTICE LEAGUE DARK HEAR ABOUT THIS?!’

And his third question, Flash asked for him. “Hold on, how old are you, kid?”

Phantom smiled. “I’m fourteen! Well, I was when I died. I kind of haven’t really kept up with how long I’ve been dead though.”

J’onn frowned, taking in the literal child’s appearance. “There are mentions of you in ancient texts of my people.”

Diana stepped forward, a frown on her face as well. “There are records of Phantom on Themyscira as well.”

Phantom nodded. “Wouldn’t surprise me. I’ve done a lot of travelling. Now, what did you need?” He blinked innocently, looking every bit the naive teenager that everyone knew he had likely been before death claimed him.

Batman was the one to speak up, though it pained him to imagine how much this child had suffered. He didn’t seem to be able to rest even in death. “An enemy has appeared, and we are having difficulty fighting back. He has put Superman into a hospital. Flash and Wonder Woman have only just been released. Several others are there now.”

“Who is it?” Phantom asked, adjusting his too-big crown to no avail.

“His name is Darkseid, King Phantom.” Constantine said, bringing attention to himself. “We’d like your help in defeating him.”

The child-kings head swivelled to him, toxic green eyes seeming to glow brighter. “Yeah, okay, but I want something in return, specifically from you, John Constantine.”

The temperature in the room seemed to drop. Constantine didn’t like the look on the kids face, despite the slipping crown obscuring it. “If its my soul, you can have it.”

“What? No! I have like a hundred slivers of that thing, it’s completely worthless…no, I want your help.”

“My help?” Constantine asked, feeling offended by the soul comment. “With what?”

they absolutely would!!

Danny is not pleased. the spikes get so sticky afterwards and it’s not like he can just wipe it off with some Kleenex.

But as long as they made s'mores for him to munch on he’s not complaining. So much.

Crown of the Ghost King? Never heard of it. The Stove of Hell, however…

Breaking News: the GK Crown is now kitchenware.

I’m picturing the Fentons throwing a party or something, probably celebrating Jazz getting into uni. they invited lots of people, most came for the renowned Fudge, some came to see the party to crash itself; others (read: A-listers) came to crash the party.

Danny has been assigned the task to set up the snack table. He doesn’t mind: it’s for Jazz, and he gets to wisk some fudge while putting things out. Maddie had brought out a whole sack of camping marshmallows for him to deal with, and would you please go check if the fireplace is still working, Danny?

Danny dutifully went to see what’s going on in the Fenton’s fireplace.

short answer: It didn’t work.

Long answer: when he turned on the fireplace (it’s one of those electric ones) green flames flickered on, then off, along with a cloud of ashes that made him sneeze. Hard. With a ghost fueled breath, the entire thing combusted and made itself a nice little potal. Which proceeded to suck itself in, leaving a hole in the wall behind. Cool.

Not cool.

“Fenton” and “Electric” and “Fire” and “On Button” never mixed well together. Danny should have saw that coming.

Well, the fireplace was gone. What replacements did they have? Danny mentally went down the list. He didn’t trust the Fenton Griller; it had eaten all their food last time they had a backyard grill. With similar reasons, the Fenton Stove is a no-go. Maybe the Fenton Flame Thrower…?

Nah. Too risky.

The bag of marshmallows sagged sadly under his loosened grip. The party will be starting in an hour, how was he supposed to get the marshmallows set up? Their s'mores came a close second to the Fudge.

“Hey dude, your mom’s asking if you got any meetings with CW scheduled tomorrow. Said she needs hands to clean up ‘the dumpster fire this house will surely become’.”

Tucker.

“I’m free tomorrow,” Danny said, tearing his eyes away from the sad marshmallows. “CW stated as long as I got 5 hours of sleep per night this month, I’m free of any pre-king trainings until December. ”

Which he was trying very hard to achieve. He was on his 1 week strike of Acceptable Sleep Time For A Half-Dead Boy. Jazz had been jazzed when he informed her of his accomplishment.

“I don’t fancy a King-Stuff-related meeting anytime soon, thank you very much. CW insisted I have them in my ghost king get-up, and I can’t see a thing half of the time with that big, stupid piece of…”

He paused.

“Of…?” prompted Tucker.

“… metal. Around my neck.”

Tuck did the kind of snort-laugh only he could do.

“Ahhhh, yes, The Magnificent Cone Of Shame-”

Danny threw a marshmallow at him. Traiter.

It was that exact moment, that something, something sparked in Danny’s head.

An Idea. A solution.

He turned to Tucker, eyes going to the yeeted-marshmallow he caught and was now munching on without a care in the world. Back to Tucker.

A mischievous smirk spreaded across his face.

“Forget the Cone of Shame- if you laugh again I’m keeping all the fudge from you- it’s the Griller of Hell now.”

A few seconds passed, and there was the identical grin blooming on his best friend’s, marshmallow-stuffed, face.

That evening, on the Fenton’s snack table:

Bonus: the Cone of Shame, featuring LBM

Fic: Far Beyond a Promise Kept by olivesnape on AO3

Earrings (1/2)

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Rocky love Grace voice statement.

While I did read the book first, I did see posters and teaser images before doing so, so I did mostly see Movie!Grace while reading. I avoided trailers, tho, so my mental image of Rocky was very different. …so, yeah. 😅

Rocky's foolproof prank 🪨😈

doodles

i gave Simon gills and ill draw it better later. im known for fish and i intend on keeping it that way

also headcanon that the little green spot Rocky touched when talking about Adrian is a "wedding ring", but on Erid they exchange small parts of their exoskeletons (?)