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sometimes a deal with the devil is better than no deal at all.

                                   ind. pri. sel. vlad masters/vlad plasmius                                           from Danny Phantom. penned by DC                                        show and headcanon based. please read rules.

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i need your help guys because wow, im burnt-- it’s a poll!

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paulina: is vlad’s sugar baby.

danny:

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Natalia Castellar Calvani © Bianca Calvani

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wide as a cotton field and sharp as a knife

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Hannibal: “May I get dressed?”

Me: “No. I like the view. Thank you very much.”

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Did you actually ever care about Jack at one point? There had to be a reason you stuck around with him for that time in college, aside from Maddie being there.

        The question catches the man OFF-GUARD, a posture in life that he hardly ever practiced and his eyes WANDER AWAY from invading nature of the person who ASKED such a question. “I– suppose I might have, once upon a time, so long ago,” He comments, not really answering the question ( since he doesn’t give himself the chance to THINK it ) “– but it’s a thing of the PAST now, long forgotten.”              

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//SWEATS

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Big moods.

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     Adjusting his cuff-links, Vlad sneered at all of his ASSISTANTS and REPORTERS that constantly hounded him day in and day out of the office of the City Hall. Walking down the halls of the building, finally alone with his THOUGHTS, he can surmise the idea that being the mayor of this blasted city had taken way more time than it was worth, pushing him away from his second title as CEO of Masters Incorporated, a business he had started with his BARE hands. ( And a few stolen banks by his INVISIBLE hands, of course. ) But the fact stayed the same, in order to properly manage BOTH jobs, he needed new blood-- and he needed them as SOON as possible. 

     That’s where the boy comes in-- young and eager to PROVE himself, Vlad always appreciated internships more than anything because it immediately did AWAY with the awful process of interviews ( it didn’t-- but Vlad had BETTER things to do with his time. )

     Reaching the main entrance of the City Hall, Vlad’s eyes FLASH towards the young man, and ah yes, ready for a job. “Welcome!” He greets, a smile and WIDE arms as he greets the boy. “Welcome to Amity Park! I am the mayor, Vlad Masters,” He adds, handing out his hand with his BUSINESS CARD. “At your service.”

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This was it. Today was the first day of their internship at a political office. Not just any office either, the mayoral office of Amity Park, a city known for its haunts, ghosts, ghouls, and poltergeists. Not that Ias actually believed in the paranormal, but was still fascinated by the possibility, even if they were nothing more than tourist attractions based on myths. They were going to be here for two years at the very least until moving on elsewhere. Ias was a traveler at heart at any rate. The fact that this place had an opening, encouraged a differently abled individual to take the opportunity, AND it was in the midwest, an area of the country Ias never been to before, they just couldn’t let it pass up!

Off the bus and right at their destination, Ias inhaled and exhaled slowly, beholding the very building they were going to spend most of their time in, City Hall. They’ve studied, researched, and practiced exactly how they would greet everyone here, particularly the Mayor himself. While it was the possibility that Ias wouldn’t see him very much, they still tried to prepare themselves for him.

“Okay Ias, time to make a good first impression.” 

With one more breath, their back straight in their sharp suit attire; white polo shirt with black dress pants, a black suit jacket, their paternal grandmother’s golden necklace and their maternal grandmother’s wedding band and ring hung along their neck, their short dark brown and their subtlely red-streaked hair slicked back, and their smartwatch around the wrist, the brunet walked and entered the building.

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saintdeanthomas:

Don’t let shitty creators ruin the things you enjoy. If their ideas and viewpoints are obvious in the narrative then by all means be critical going forward with the consumption of the media and think about if this is really worth your continued support… but most projects are group efforts and renouncing the perspective of one person shouldn’t cost you your good memories or your creative outlet. If anything, be inspired to take the coal they’ve given you and make a few more diamonds while they wallow in the dirt.

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Starter Call !

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So Vlad, aside from marrying Maddie and obtaining the Packers football team, what is one other thing you've always wanted to do but you ever had the chance?

   A moment of silence before ANGER bursts through him, red energy oozing from his nostrils through his ears, eyes glowing a bright CRIMSON, the color of WAR. “The Phantom kid–” He says, fangs showing before taking a BREATH to calm down. “He needs to be DISPOSED of.”

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@madefate​  summoned the devil !

       “State your business,” He answers, cold, bitter and irritated as he adjusts the cuff of his sleeve. “And make it QUICK, i don’t have time to WASTE.”

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@atyped​  summoned the devil !

         Vlad Masters knows that in order to keep COMPETENT workers around, he needed to appreciate and VALIDATE their efforts. “Miss Callahan,” Vlad greets, a professional HANDSHAKE by way of greeting as he invites her to sit down by his office. “I must say, given the fact that you’ve only worked for the company in less than three months, you have shown REMARKABLE progress and ambition. I requested your presence to CONGRATULATE you on this.” 

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@priincess-pacifica​  summoned the devil !

           The heiress thought she could OUTSMART Vlad Masters? How FOOLISH of her to think so. “Pacifica,” He calls, voice cold and distant. “A little birdie told me you’ve been summoning GHOSTS. Is this TRUE?”