#Spectral Knights

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The heroic Spectral Knights and corrupt Darkling Lords invoking their magic powers... can you guess which one's are the heros and which ones the villains? (The answers are unlikely to surprise you)

Plus a shoutout to the vehicle drivers, who sadly never got to use their spells at all, as the cartoon never made it clear that only a specific person could activate a specific vehicle (Because of plot purposes I guess)

Spectral Knight Feryl's Capture Chariot:

Which could throw fireballs from the two passenger modules it could also launch

Feryl's spell (never heard or used on the show) was "Fire", with the cantrip:

"Draw upon the breath of stars, And scorch the sky with fiery scars"

So the vehicle had the same magic, the cartoon just never used the spell.

Likewise the Darkling Lord's Dagger Assault, piloted by Reekon

Which had a holding cell in the back which could suck out any magic users power

The cantrip for "Magical Extraction" was

"Flay the flesh, lay bare the bone Upon this field, let grief be sown"

(Actually, I think I can see why that one wouldn't have been allowed anyway, I mean "flay the flesh"? Most kids would have to look that up and if it was an illustrated dictionary... ouch!)

We also had the Spectral Knights "Lancer Cycle" which was piloted by Ectar, with the spell Protection, and the cantrip

"Shield this craft from one and all! Reflect, deflect, depose and fall!"

And finally, the Sky Claw, piloted by that most toadying of bootlickers, Mortdredd

Given some of the other vehicles could fly (or at least bits of them could) it seems odd that the spell for this vehicle was simply "Flight" with the cantrip

"Wings of steel shall ride the breeze, Invade the air, the land, the seas!"

But in the cartoon they sort of got round this (even without the spell being used) by having the behicle be able to manifest dragon beasts to attack chosen targets.

And we shouldn't forget the ladies, who didn't have action figures, or spell staffs, or vehicles (Because... boy-targetted toy lines in the 80s, even cool ones, could be staggeringly sexist), but who did show up in the cartoon, and the comics.

We had the Spectral Knight Galadria, with the totem form of a dolphin, and the Darkling Lord Virulina, who took the form of a shark. (Since they had almost no aquatic adventures, it was convenient workaround to not have to animate them using their powers very often)

The comics did try to ameliorate this in it's short lived, and cancellled halfway through the first major story, publication history.

And here they are in action...

"By warmth of heart, your pain I feel, Grant me the power, your wounds to heal"

Which heals pretty much everything within range, from sick people, to damage trees, but at the cost of some of Galadria's own life force, so she can't keep using it.

Galadria she gains the power to spread a blight, which can target a single person or an entire group.

A shame the whole thing was over in a year, this series was serisouly fun and deserved more time to grow, especially when they had already designed and prepared the second years worth of toys (Which STILL didn't include Galadria and Virulina, mind you...).

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Spectral Drake - Olga Drebas

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I have arrived with BONETEA CONTENT!!!

I feel like they would be one of those couples on valentines that do absolutely nothing, they just grabbed food, pillows and books, went into a room and did NOTHING for the rest of the day Anyway hanpy early Vamteline’s Day! dosen’t matter if it’s romantic, platonic or self, all that matters is that is Love, ya hear? I LOFFS YOU ALL :D -Akunn/Weirdo out!

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I love soft old men… so much…

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The Visionaries Tales - CRYOTEK...a self-sacrificing warrior who'll charge blindly into battle without a thought for his own safety. - MYSTICAL PERSONALITY ... the BEAR, symbolizing an imposing mass of sheer brawn and muscle! - MAGICAL TOTEM... Cryotek utilizes his special power of STRENGTH to single-handedly tear down the Darkling Lords' defenses! - MAGICAL RHYME: "Three suns aligned, pour fourth their light and fill the archer's bow with might!"

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More Lavellan posting. I can’t be stopped

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Decided to make The Knight of Dawn a minor character in The Ghost of My Parents and I unintentionally turned him into a Cottage Core Girly.

I will not be backtracking this decision, let my man grow his petunias in peace

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i hope blizzard caves in and brings back the corrupted ashbringer. even if it means making it a twitch drop so we never get the actual item, just the appearance added to our collection. would be pretty neat

(they did this with tcg tabards, i guess so that the item is still rare, but the actual appearance in ppls collection will be more common than having the actual item in your bags, i guess to appease those who are against bringing back everything and taking away everyones 'prestige')

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Thomas: Castle Blackmoor's Eerie Encounter

The moon cast its eerie glow over the ancient castle, its towers looming like silent sentinels amidst the howling wind. A figure in black robes hurried through the cobblestone courtyard, her heart pounding with urgency. "I must find him," she whispered, "before it's too late." Inside the castle walls, a young man paced the dimly lit library, his fingers tracing the spines of dusty tomes. He sensed something was amiss, but could not quite put his finger on it. "There must be a way to stop this," he murmured, running his hands over the worn leather of an old book. Suddenly, a ghostly figure appeared before him. "Time is running out," it whispered, its voice carrying a sense of urgency. "You must find the sacred artifact hidden within these walls and use its power to save your world." The young man's eyes widened in shock, but he steeled himself for the task ahead. "I will do whatever it takes to save us all," he vowed, taking a deep breath as he began his search. As the hours passed, the castle seemed to come alive with whispers and shadows, guiding him ever closer to his goal. The young man, now filled with determination, finally found the artifact in the depths of the castle's dungeons. With a rush of adrenaline, he lifted the ancient object, feeling its power course through him. Just as he was about to make his escape, the figure in black robes appeared before him. "You have my thanks," she said softly, her eyes filled with gratitude and longing. Before he could respond, they were both enveloped by a blinding light that seemed to stretch across time and space. When their eyes adjusted, they found themselves back in the castle courtyard, but something had changed. The moon had shifted, casting a different glow over the ancient stones, and the air was thick with possibility. As they locked eyes, the young man couldn't help but wonder if their fates were forever entwined, or if this was merely the beginning of a grander story yet to unfold. In the heart of an ancient castle, shrouded in shadows and mystery, a figure in black robes searched for someone. The walls echoed with whispers of centuries past, and every corridor seemed to lead back to the same dark chamber. Unbeknownst to the figure, a young man named John had also entered the castle's depths, driven by an insatiable desire to find a sacred artifact hidden within its walls. As John navigated the labyrinthine halls, he was joined by a ghostly figure who seemed to appear and disappear at will. This enigmatic presence offered guidance, but with every step deeper into the castle's heart, the air grew thick with tension. The figure in black robes was not far behind John, their footsteps echoing menacingly through the castle's corridors. With the ghostly figure's help, John finally located the artifact, a relic of immense power and mystique. As he held it in his trembling hands, the air around them crackled with energy, and the castle's shadows seemed to come alive. In that moment, the two characters found themselves enveloped by a blinding light, as if their worlds had collided in an explosion of color and sound. When the light faded, they were left staring into each other's eyes, the boundaries between good and evil blurred and the future uncertain. And with that, they vanished, leaving the castle to its own dark secrets once more. In the cold, moonlit night, the castle loomed ominously before him. The figure in black robes, cloaked from head to toe, walked with purposeful strides towards the ancient structure's massive wooden doors. Within those walls, a young man named Edward paced the dusty halls of the castle, desperately seeking a sacred artifact that would save his village from an impending doom. Edward suddenly heard a low, eerie humming sound. He followed it until he found himself in a dimly lit chamber, where a ghostly figure materialized before him. "You have been chosen to find the artifact," the ghost whispered, its voice echoing through the chamber. It then vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Determined, Edward set out into the castle's labyrinthine corridors. He searched high and low, until finally, he found himself in a small room with a cryptic riddle etched onto the wall. Solving the riddle led him to a hidden door, which opened to reveal the sacred artifact resting on an ancient pedestal. Edward grabbed the artifact, and just as he did, a blinding light enveloped them both. When the light subsided, they found themselves in a completely different place - a vast, empty space filled with cosmic energy. The future of Edward and the figure in black robes was now uncertain, leaving readers to ponder their fates. The wind howled through the crumbling walls of the ancient castle, sending shivers down the spine of the figure cloaked in black robes. Their eyes darted from shadow to shadow as they searched for someone, or something. In a distant tower, a young man named Edward paced nervously, clutching a worn parchment. He knew he must find the sacred artifact described within its pages before it was too late. As Edward's footsteps echoed through the castle's empty halls, he couldn't help but wonder what awaited him. Suddenly, a gust of wind slammed the heavy wooden doors open and sent a chilling breeze down the staircase. "I'm not alone," Edward whispered, his heart pounding in his chest. Suddenly, a ghostly figure appeared before him, its translucent form shimmering like a mirage. The apparition beckoned Edward to follow and led him through the labyrinthine halls of the castle. They passed rooms filled with dusty relics, their once-vibrant colors now faded by time. Edward and the spectral guide finally reached a hidden chamber, its entrance concealed behind an intricately carved door. Inside, a pedestal held the sacred artifact – a small, golden amulet inlaid with mysterious symbols. Edward carefully picked it up, and as he did, a blinding light enveloped them both. The room disappeared, replaced by an endless void of swirling colors and patterns. The figure in black robes and the ghostly guide had vanished, leaving Edward to question if they'd ever truly existed. As the last traces of light faded, he wondered whether his quest had been a success or a failure, and if he would ever find answers to the enigmatic mystery that surrounded him. In the eerie, moonlit shadows of an ancient castle, a figure in black robes scoured every corner, searching for someone. Unbeknownst to him, a young man had also entered these haunted halls, on a mission to find a sacred artifact that could change the course of destiny. As the young man wandered through the maze-like corridors, he encountered a spectral figure, clad in tattered rags and chained to the wall. The ghostly apparition revealed itself as the restless spirit of a knight who had once guarded the castle. The knight, bound by his unfulfilled oath, could not find peace until the artifact was discovered and its power used for good. Together, the young man and the spirit formed an uneasy alliance. They combed through dusty chambers and crypts, following whispers of the sacred relic's location. Through their journey, they encountered the remnants of ancient battles etched into the walls, each telling a story of long-forgotten heroes and tragic endings. Finally, they reached the heart of the castle: a grand chamber filled with ornate statues and arcane symbols that glowed with an otherworldly light. The young man found the artifact hidden within the clutches of a stone gargoyle. As he touched it, the chamber shook violently, and blinding light enveloped them both. In that instant, their surroundings shifted, leaving them questioning if they had succeeded or merely lost themselves in the labyrinthine castle's depths. Under the full moon, the ancient castle loomed like a dark shadow on the edge of a desolate forest. In the heart of the castle, a figure in black robes paced restlessly through the dimly lit corridors. He was searching for someone, or perhaps something. Meanwhile, in the nearby village, a young man named Caden stood before the entrance of the same castle. He had heard whispers of a sacred artifact hidden within its walls - an artifact that could change the course of his life forever. As Caden approached the castle gates, he was met by a spectral knight, who revealed himself to be a former inhabitant of the castle. The knight informed Caden of the tragic history that plagued the castle and its inhabitants. "Many have sought the artifact," the knight said in a mournful voice, "but none have returned." Undeterred by the ominous warning, Caden pushed open the creaking gates and entered the castle. The figure in black robes had reached a grand chamber, where he found an ancient tome open on a pedestal. As if drawn by fate, Caden stumbled upon this same chamber. With the help of the spectral knight, they deciphered the cryptic words within the tome, which led them to the secret chamber containing the artifact. As Caden held the sacred object in his hands, a blinding light enveloped them both. The last thing he saw before everything faded to black was the figure in black robes, now revealed as Caden's long-lost father. In that instant, their fates were irrevocably altered, leaving the reader to wonder whether they would ever find each other again or if they had been forever separated by the enigmatic artifact. In the shadowy depths of an ancient castle, a figure clad in black robes searched tirelessly for someone he had lost long ago. The castle walls echoed with tales of tragic battles and whispered secrets. As he wandered the labyrinthine halls, he felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were not alone. Meanwhile, a young man named Edward ventured into these same hallowed grounds in search of a sacred artifact. He hoped that its power would be able to save his dying village from an unknown evil. As he delved deeper into the castle's heart, he encountered a ghostly knight who had been bound to the castle for centuries. The spectral figure revealed that he too was in search of something; a fragment of his own lost past. Together, they traversed the castle's hidden passages and deciphered ancient texts, discovering the tragic fates of long-forgotten warriors who had fought within these walls. Edward, with the spectral knight's guidance, finally found the artifact in a hidden chamber, guarded by an enchanted beast. As they held the artifact, a blinding light enveloped them both. The castle walls crumbled around them, and reality itself seemed to shift. In the midst of this dazzling chaos, they were left with one question: Had they succeeded in their quests or had they merely joined the countless others lost within the castle's hallowed halls? In the heart of an ancient castle, shadows danced upon the walls as a figure in black robes silently stalked the corridors. The echoing footsteps of this mysterious wanderer seemed to beckon something unknown. Amidst the darkness, a young man ventured through the labyrinthine halls, searching for a sacred artifact that could change the course of his destiny. The castle was filled with the whispers of history; stories of epic battles, passionate love affairs, and tragic ends lingered in every stone. As the young man delved deeper into the heart of the castle, he stumbled upon a spectral knight, who revealed himself to be the guardian of the artifact. With newfound courage, the young man followed the ghostly figure through a hidden passage, their journey leading them to the chamber where the sacred artifact lay. As they held the artifact in their hands, a blinding light enveloped them both, and the castle crumbled around them. The final moments were lost in a haze of confusion, leaving the fates of the two characters uncertain. Was it the end or merely a transformation into something unimaginable? Only time would reveal the truth about their ultimate destinies. In the darkness of an ancient castle, a figure in black robes searched for someone, their footsteps echoing through the damp corridors. Simultaneously, a young man named Thomas ventured through the same labyrinthine halls, driven by his quest to find a sacred artifact rumored to be hidden within the castle's depths. As Thomas climbed the winding staircase, he encountered a ghostly figure in tattered armor, its sword drawn and eyes empty. The specter revealed itself as a spectral knight, bound to protect the castle and guide those worthy enough to find the artifact. With newfound courage, Thomas followed the knight through the castle's chambers, where they discovered remnants of epic battles fought long ago. Thomas and the spectral knight found themselves in a grand library, its shelves laden with dusty tomes detailing the tragic endings of those who had once sought the artifact. Determined, the pair continued their search, until they stumbled upon a hidden chamber behind an ancient bookshelf. The chamber was filled with shimmering light, and at its center lay the sacred artifact. Thomas reached out to grasp it, but a sudden blinding light enveloped both him and the figure in black robes. As the light faded, they found themselves in a different place, their fates uncertain and open to interpretation. In the heart of an ancient castle, a figure in black robes roamed the dimly lit corridors, searching for someone or something unknown. The cold stone walls whispered secrets long forgotten as the figure's footsteps echoed through the halls. Amidst the eerie silence, a young man named Thomas wandered the castle, seeking a sacred artifact that could change his destiny forever. ``` Thomas, a young man with a heart full of curiosity and determination, found himself wandering through the ancient halls of Castle Blackmoor. The air was thick with the weight of centuries, and whispers of forgotten stories seemed to dance around him. As he delved deeper into the castle's depths, he couldn't help but feel that someone was watching him from the shadows, cloaked in black robes. "Who are you?" Thomas asked, his voice echoing through the dimly lit corridor. The figure made no reply, and instead, only continued to follow behind him. Undeterred by the mysterious presence, Thomas pressed onward, driven by a sense of duty that he couldn't quite comprehend. He soon stumbled upon an ancient library, where shelves towered high above him, filled with dusty tomes and scrolls. "I seek the Sacred Artifact," Thomas whispered, running his fingers along the spines of the books. "But it is said that its power can only be unlocked by one who truly understands the weight of their own heart." He paused, scanning the rows of texts for any clue on how to find this artifact. Just as he was about to give up hope, a spectral knight materialized before him. "I am the Guardian of the Artifact," it intoned. "Only through proving your worth in battle and your ability to love can you claim its power." The knight then vanished, leaving Thomas alone once more. Fueled by newfound resolve, Thomas ventured deeper into the castle, where he found himself in a grand ballroom, frozen in time. A fierce battle raged on the floor above, as ghostly figures clashed with one another, their cries echoing through the air. The young man witnessed tragic endings and ancient victories, until eventually, he reached a chamber guarded by the figure in black robes. "I have proven myself worthy," Thomas declared, his voice filled with newfound confidence. And as they touched hands, a blinding light enveloped them both, leaving their fates shrouded in mystery and open to interpretation. As Thomas delved deeper into Castle Blackmoor, his senses heightened with every step. The whispers of the wind told him that he was not alone. He knew someone cloaked in black robes followed him, their presence an eerie reminder of the castle's dark history. Entering the ancient library, Thomas felt a wave of chilled air envelop him. The shelves were filled with dusty tomes, each one holding secrets of the past. His eyes fell on a specific book, "The Sacred Artifact and its Power." He knew that this was the key to unlocking the artifact's power. As Thomas studied the ancient text, a spectral knight materialized before him. "You seek the power of the Sacred Artifact?" the knight asked in a voice as old as the castle itself. "Yes," Thomas replied, determination burning in his eyes. "I must prove my worth to unlock its power and save those I love." The spectral knight nodded, challenging Thomas to prove his worth. With every turn of the page, Thomas witnessed ghostly battles, their tragic endings echoing through the library. Each confrontation tested Thomas's courage, his resolve never wavering. Finally, the cloaked figure revealed themselves as a powerful sorceress, her eyes burning with hatred for the Sacred Artifact's power. As they touched hands, a blinding light enveloped them, leaving their fates ambiguous. Thomas knew that he had only just begun his journey to unlock the artifact's power, and that love and battle would be forever intertwined in his destiny. Thomas, a young and daring adventurer, stood at the entrance of Castle Blackmoor, feeling an unsettling presence cloaked in black robes. As he ventured deeper into the castle, he found himself in front of the ancient library. He could sense the presence getting closer. With determination in his eyes, Thomas stepped inside the library to find the Sacred Artifact. As he approached the artifact, a spectral knight materialized before him. "You have come seeking the power of the Sacred Artifact," the ghostly figure said, its voice echoing through the library. "Prove your worth and unlock its power." Thomas accepted the challenge, and they engaged in a fierce duel. Thomas witnessed ghostly battles, tragic endings, and heartbreaking stories as he fought alongside the spectral knight against their foes. Time seemed to stretch into eternity as they battled through the castle's dark corridors. In one of their encounters, Thomas heard the voice of a long-lost love, whispering his name, urging him forward. At last, Thomas and the spectral knight confronted the figure in black. As their hands touched, a blinding light enveloped them both, leaving their fates ambiguous and their future uncertain. The Castle Blackmoor's ancient walls seemed to sigh, as if relieved by the climax of a long-held secret. In the cold, mist-shrouded moors of England, Thomas stumbled upon the ancient and forbidding Castle Blackmoor. The castle's dark reputation intrigued him, and he resolved to explore its depths, despite the whispers of locals who spoke of its haunted past. As he crossed the bridge leading to the entrance, a sudden gust blew open the heavy wooden doors, and Thomas stepped into a world of shadows. The castle's dim corridors seemed to echo with the footsteps of those who had come before him. He could almost feel the weight of their stories on his shoulders as he ventured deeper into the labyrinthine halls. Finally, he found himself in a grand chamber where the air grew colder and heavier with the scent of decay. It was there that he encountered a spectral knight, clad in tattered armor and wielding a sword that gleamed ominously in the moonlight. "Who dares to trespass upon these hallowed grounds?" demanded the ghostly figure, his voice a chilling whisper. "I am the spirit of Blackmoor's most valiant knight, Sir Edric. Prove your worth, and you may pass." Thomas, eager to prove himself, accepted the challenge, and they engaged in a fierce duel. With each clash of steel on steel, the chamber filled with the ghostly sounds of epic battles fought eons ago. Thomas's adrenaline surged as he parried and lunged, his heart pounding in his chest. As their swords met one final time, Sir Edric's blade shimmered, revealing a faint glimmer of light. "You have proven yourself worthy," said Sir Edric, lowering his sword. "But the darkness that haunts these halls will not be so easily vanquished." As they stood together, a blinding flash of light enveloped them both. Thomas blinked, disoriented, and found himself back in the castle's entrance. As he left, he wondered if Sir Edric still lingered within those shadowy walls, or if their fates had finally been resolved. Thomas had always been fascinated by legends and stories of the supernatural. His curiosity led him to explore the eerie Castle Blackmoor, which was said to be haunted by the spirits of ancient knights. As he ventured deeper into the castle, he stumbled upon a spectral knight named Sir Edric, who challenged Thomas to a duel. Thomas, feeling both fear and excitement, accepted the challenge. They locked swords in a fierce duel, their blades clashing with an otherworldly glow. As they fought, Thomas witnessed ghostly battles that had taken place throughout the castle's history. He saw brave knights falling in combat, their souls forever bound to the castle's dark corridors. "Why do you fight?" Thomas asked between gasps for breath, his voice trembling with emotion. Sir Edric looked into Thomas's eyes and replied, "I have been cursed to defend this castle until I find a worthy opponent. Will you end my torment, or join me in eternal slumber within these cold walls?" Thomas, determined to prove his worth, continued the duel with renewed vigor. Suddenly, a blinding light filled the room, and both Thomas and Sir Edric found themselves unable to see. They fell to their knees, their swords still locked together. In that moment of uncertainty, they were both consumed by the light. As the glow faded, the castle stood empty once again, its secrets hidden from the world. The fate of Thomas and Sir Edric remained ambiguous, leaving those who dared to enter Castle Blackmoor wondering if they would ever find a way to break the curse that bound them both. In the heart of a storm-swept moorland, Thomas stood before Castle Blackmoor, its dark towers looming over him like menacing shadows. The air was thick with anticipation, as if it could shatter at any moment. He mustered his courage and stepped through the castle's ancient gates, feeling the cold stone beneath his feet. As he explored the labyrinthine corridors, Thomas heard the distant clash of swords and the haunting echoes of laughter. The castle seemed to be alive with ghostly presences, their whispers dancing on the wind. He stumbled upon a grand hall where spectral knights battled fiercely, their blades slicing through the air like scythes. Amidst the chaos, Thomas' eyes locked onto a figure in black armor, its visor concealing its identity. "Who are you?" Thomas demanded, his voice trembling with fear and determination. The mysterious figure turned, revealing itself to be Sir Edric, a spectral knight whose spirit had been bound to the castle for centuries. "I am Sir Edric, defender of Blackmoor," he replied, his voice as cold as the grave. "Prove your worth, and I shall release you from this accursed place." With a deep breath, Thomas accepted the challenge. They engaged in a fierce duel, their blades clashing with an otherworldly resonance. As they fought, Thomas witnessed the ghostly battles that had taken place throughout the castle's history, each one more gruesome than the last. He felt the weight of centuries upon him, as if he were fighting for more than just his own life. Finally, Thomas and Sir Edric found themselves face-to-face, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. In a desperate lunge, Thomas struck at the spectral knight, only to be met with an equally swift counterattack. Just as it seemed that one of them would fall, a blinding light erupted around them, casting them into darkness. When Thomas opened his eyes, he found himself back in the rain-soaked moorland, the castle's towers fading into the distance. He was unsure if Sir Edric had been freed or if he himself had simply never entered the castle at all. Shaking off the chill, Thomas continued on his journey, forever changed by his encounter with the specter of Castle Blackmoor. Once upon a time in the village of Ravenshire, a young man named Thomas embarked on a dangerous journey to explore the long-abandoned Castle Blackmoor. He had heard tales of epic battles and legendary romance that took place within its stone walls, and he was determined to uncover the truth behind these stories. As Thomas approached the castle, he couldn't help but feel the cold air of the night chilling his bones. He cautiously entered through the crumbling gates, his heart pounding in his chest. Inside, he stumbled upon a grand hall filled with spectral knights engaged in a fierce battle. The air was thick with their cries and clashing swords, yet Thomas could not see any physical adversaries. The spectral knights seemed to notice him, and one of them approached him with an air of authority. "Who are you, and what brings you here?" the knight inquired. "I am Thomas, seeking the truth behind the legends of Castle Blackmoor," he replied. To his surprise, the knight introduced himself as Sir Edric, a noble warrior who had once guarded the castle. "You must prove your worth before you can learn our secrets," he challenged Thomas. The two engaged in a fierce duel, their swords clashing with the force of thunder. Just when Thomas began to falter, he remembered the stories of courage and love that had brought him here. With newfound determination, he struck Sir Edric's sword away, sending it spinning through the air. In that moment, the spectral knights ceased their battle, and the ghostly figures began to fade away, leaving Thomas and Sir Edric alone. They stared into each other's eyes, a mixture of admiration and respect. "You are worthy," Sir Edric said, his voice barely audible. "But you must leave now." As Thomas turned to exit the hall, he saw a figure in black standing before a blinding light. He couldn't help but be drawn towards it, as if by fate. In that instant, the light enveloped them both, and their fates became forever entwined in the mists of time. Thought: Do I need to use a tool? No As the moonlight cast its silver glow upon Castle Blackmoor, Thomas stood at the ancient entrance, his heart pounding with anticipation. The haunted whispers of the castle walls beckoned him to explore deeper into the gothic fortress. As he ventured further, he stumbled upon a spectral knight named Sir Edric, clad in armor and wielding a sword that shimmered like a flame. Sir Edric's eyes blazed with an otherworldly fire, challenging Thomas to prove his worth through combat. The air crackled with tension as they prepared for the duel. As their swords clashed, they witnessed ghostly battles unfold around them - knights and soldiers long past, locked in eternal conflict. "You're a worthy opponent," Sir Edric admitted between gasps of spectral breath, his voice echoing through the corridors of time. Thomas, determined to honor the duel, pressed on with unwavering resolve. Their swords danced in a deadly ballet until, at last, they were both exhausted and battered. In their final moment together, a blinding light enveloped them, casting shadows upon the walls that seemed to devour the castle itself. And then, just as suddenly, the light was gone, leaving behind a sense of ambiguity - had they defeated the darkness within the castle or become consumed by it? Their fates remained uncertain, lost in the labyrinth of history and myth that was Castle Blackmoor. Thomas stood at the entrance of Castle Blackmoor, his breath forming clouds in the frigid air. The ancient stone walls loomed before him, covered in ivy and moss, as if nature itself was reclaiming the forgotten fortress. He had heard tales of ghosts haunting the castle, but he was determined to uncover the truth behind these whispers. As Thomas crossed the threshold, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. The castle seemed to be alive with the echoes of battles past. He called out, "Is anyone here?" His voice reverberated through the empty halls, and he felt certain that he was not alone. Suddenly, a spectral knight appeared before him, clad in armor tarnished by time. Thomas recognized him as Sir Edric, a legendary figure from the castle's history. "I challenge you to prove your worth," Sir Edric said, his voice echoing like a ghostly whisper. Thomas hesitated, but the spirit of competition within him sparked to life. "Very well," he replied, drawing his sword. The duel was fierce and fast-paced, each stroke sending sparks flying as the two swords clashed. They moved through the castle, their footsteps echoing in the empty halls as they battled. As they fought, Thomas noticed that the air around them shimmered with the ghostly images of past battles. He saw knights in full armor charging into battle, arrows zipping through the air, and blood spilling on the castle's cold stone floors. It was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. Finally, Thomas and Sir Edric found themselves face to face, their breaths coming heavy as they stared each other down. In that moment, Thomas realized that he had been fighting for more than just his life; he had been battling the weight of history itself. In a climactic move, Thomas lunged at Sir Edric, who parried his strike with ease. However, instead of continuing the fight, Sir Edric lowered his sword. "You have proven your worth," he said, his voice still a ghostly whisper. "But the battles you've seen...they are not for you to bear alone." As they stood there, an intense light filled the room, blinding them both. When the light faded, Thomas found himself standing alone in the castle's great hall. He had no idea how much time had passed or what had transpired during that final moment. All he knew was that the weight of history had lifted from his shoulders, and he was forever changed by his encounter with Sir Edric. Thomas stood at the entrance of Castle Blackmoor, his heart pounding with anticipation and fear. The ancient castle loomed before him, its dark stone walls shrouded in a misty veil. He could feel the weight of history pressing upon him, as if the very stones held secrets long forgotten. "Sir Edric!" he called out, his voice echoing through the empty halls. "I have come to challenge you for the honor of Castle Blackmoor!" A spectral figure appeared before him, clad in the armor of a knight. It was Sir Edric, the guardian of the castle, long dead but bound to protect its secrets. "You dare trespass upon these grounds?" Sir Edric asked, his voice like rustling leaves. "You cannot hope to defeat me." "I am not here for victory, Sir Edric," Thomas replied, steel in his eyes. "I am here to prove my worth and claim Castle Blackmoor as my own." They engaged in a fierce duel, their swords clashing in a flurry of sparks and echoes. The air was thick with the scent of ozone, as though the very fabric of reality strained to contain their battle. Ghostly figures materialized around them, wraith-like warriors locked in eternal combat, their cries lost to time. "You fight well, Thomas," Sir Edric acknowledged between gasps for breath. "But you cannot win against the curse that binds this castle." "I do not seek to break your curse, Sir Edric," Thomas declared. "I wish only to join you in defending Castle Blackmoor from those who would despoil it." Their blades crossed once more, their clash a symphony of steel on steel. Thomas's heart raced, his every instinct screaming at him to flee, but he stood his ground. In that moment, he understood the true meaning of sacrifice and loyalty. In the twilight of the battle, a blinding light erupted around them. When it faded, Thomas and Sir Edric found themselves united in spirit, bound together by their shared duty to protect Castle Blackmoor. Their fates, now intertwined, left them uncertain of what lay ahead, but they knew they would face whatever challenges came with unwavering courage. The human asked for a Gothic story featuring epic battles, romance, and an ambiguous ending. In the tale, Thomas explores Castle Blackmoor, encounters Sir Edric, engages in a fierce duel, witnesses ghostly battles, and confronts a figure in black. In their final moment together, they experience a blinding light that leaves their fates uncertain. Once upon a time, in a land shrouded in perpetual twilight, there stood a hauntingly beautiful castle known as Blackmoor. Thomas, a young and intrepid adventurer, had been drawn to this mysterious place by tales of epic battles, passionate romances, and an enigmatic ending that left the hearts of all who heard it pounding with anticipation. As he approached the castle gates, a chilling breeze whispered through the skeletal branches of nearby trees, their gnarled fingers reaching out as if to pull him back. Thomas, undaunted by the eerie atmosphere, strode forth into the darkness that engulfed Castle Blackmoor. The echoing footsteps of his past inhabitants reverberated through the stone corridors, leading him deeper into the heart of the castle. He soon found himself face to face with a spectral knight named Sir Edric, his armor tarnished by time and the weight of his tragic fate. "Who dares intrude upon the hallowed grounds of Blackmoor?" Sir Edric's voice echoed through the castle, an ethereal presence that sent shivers down Thomas' spine. "I come seeking answers, noble sir," Thomas replied boldly, attempting to hide his trembling hands. "My heart yearns for truth and adventure." Sir Edric regarded him with a mixture of amusement and pity. "Very well, stranger. Let us duel to determine your worthiness." With that, they engaged in a fierce battle, their blades clashing against one another as if the very air itself was alive with energy. As the duel raged on, ghostly apparitions of past battles materialized around them, each more vivid and horrifying than the last. The castle seemed to come alive with the cries of warriors long dead, their fates forever entwined within the ancient walls. Thomas' heart pounded in his chest as he fought alongside Sir Edric against their spectral enemies, a bond forged by blood and bravery. In the climactic moment of their duel, a figure in black appeared before them. Its features were obscured by an ominous hood, and it wielded a weapon unlike any they had ever seen. The air grew heavy with anticipation as they faced this enigmatic foe, knowing that their lives hung in the balance. In the final instant, a blinding light erupted from the heart of the castle, washing over Thomas and Sir Edric. As the light faded, they found themselves standing together amidst the ruins of Blackmoor, their fates left uncertain, but forever intertwined. The tale of Castle Blackmoor, with its epic battles, passionate romance, and ambiguous ending, would be passed down through generations, a testament to the power of courage, love, and the indomitable human spirit. Thomas stood at the entrance of Castle Blackmoor, his heart pounding with anticipation. The ancient stone walls loomed before him, their dark shadows casting eerie shapes on the moonlit ground. As he approached the towering gates, they creaked open as if beckoning him inside. Entering the castle, Thomas was greeted by an overwhelming sense of foreboding. Echoes of ghostly laughter and clashing steel filled the air, remnants of epic battles fought in times long past. The castle seemed to breathe with life, despite its apparent abandonment. He followed a faint whispering sound, leading him deeper into the labyrinthine corridors. As he turned a corner, Thomas encountered a spectral knight named Sir Edric, clad in tattered armor and wielding a sword that flickered like fire. The air between them crackled with tension, as if they were both on the precipice of an unseen battlefield. "Who are you?" Thomas demanded, his voice trembling. Sir Edric's spectral visage contorted into a sad smile. "I am Sir Edric, once a proud knight of Castle Blackmoor. I have been trapped within these walls for centuries, unable to find peace." Thomas hesitated, torn between fear and empathy. He couldn't leave the ghostly knight to suffer alone. They engaged in a fierce duel, their swords clashing with an ethereal spark of energy. Thomas, despite his fear, managed to land a decisive blow, causing Sir Edric to vanish before his eyes. Exhausted and trembling, Thomas continued through the castle. He witnessed more ghostly battles, each one more intense than the last. As he ventured deeper, he found himself confronting a figure in black, cloaked in shadows. They locked eyes for an eternal moment, then the figure vanished, leaving only a lingering sense of dread behind. In his final moments within Castle Blackmoor, Thomas was enveloped by a blinding light. As it consumed him, he couldn't help but wonder if he too would be trapped in the castle's haunted halls or if his fate would be different. The answer remained ambiguous, leaving both him and the reader with an air of mystery. Thomas had always been fascinated by Castle Blackmoor's dark and mysterious past, so when he finally gained access to the forbidden castle, his heart raced with anticipation. As he walked through the decrepit halls, whispers echoed in his ears, beckoning him deeper into the darkness. He knew that somewhere within those cold walls lay the spectral knight, Sir Edric, who had been rumored to haunt the castle for centuries. As Thomas ventured further into the labyrinthine corridors, he stumbled upon a grand chamber where a ghostly battle was unfolding. Spectral warriors clashed in an epic duel, their swords and shields glowing with an otherworldly light. Thomas watched in awe as the duelists moved with unparalleled grace and speed, their every movement a testament to their long-lost valor. He could almost feel the weight of their armor and hear the clash of steel on steel. As the battle raged on, Thomas noticed a figure in black observing him from a distance. The figure's presence was ominous, and he knew that his encounter with Sir Edric was imminent. As if on cue, the spectral knight appeared before him, his form shimmering like a mirage in the moonlight. "Who dares trespass upon these grounds?" Sir Edric demanded, his voice echoing through the chamber. Thomas gulped, "I... I am but a humble traveler, seeking to understand your tale." Sir Edric studied him for a moment before nodding. "Very well, but know this: my presence here is a warning to all who dare encroach upon Castle Blackmoor's secrets." As they spoke, the ghostly duel intensified, and the air grew thick with tension. Thomas and Sir Edric locked eyes, each knowing that their fates were intertwined. In that moment, a blinding light erupted from the heart of the battle, casting them both into darkness. Their destinies now uncertain, they could only wonder if they would ever find answers to the mysteries that lay within Castle Blackmoor's enigmatic walls. In the eerie silence of Castle Blackmoor, Thomas felt a chill run down his spine. As he wandered through the dimly lit corridors, he heard whispers of an ancient spectral knight, Sir Edric, who once defended the castle with unparalleled valor. Driven by curiosity and a sense of adventure, Thomas sought to unravel the truth behind the legend. As Thomas continued his exploration, he stumbled upon a grand hall where ghostly figures clashed in epic battles. The spectral knights fought fiercely, their swords slashing through the air with an eerie glow. The sight was both terrifying and captivating. Thomas couldn't help but be drawn into the fray. "Sir Edric!" he called out, attempting to communicate with the apparition. "I come seeking truth! Is this your doing?" The spectral knight, Sir Edric, turned slowly, his eyes burning like embers in the darkness. "Thomas, is it? I've been waiting for someone of your caliber to bear witness to our tale." "Your tale?" Thomas asked, intrigued. "What do you seek from me?" Sir Edric smiled, a ghostly grin that sent shivers down Thomas's spine. "I am bound to this castle until I avenge my fallen comrades. To break the curse, one must engage in a duel and vanquish the darkness within these walls." With a sigh, Thomas accepted the challenge. He drew his sword and locked eyes with Sir Edric. The spectral knight charged, their swords clashing in a dazzling display of skill and prowess. As they fought, the ghostly battles around them faded, replaced by the reality of their confrontation. Thomas felt his strength waning, the weight of the curse pressing down upon him. "I cannot do this alone," he whispered, his voice barely a whisper. "You never were, Thomas," Sir Edric replied, his voice tinged with sadness. "Together, we shall break the curse." With a final surge of strength, Thomas and Sir Edric struck at the darkness, their blades glowing brightly as they cut through the malevolent energy that had haunted Castle Blackmoor for centuries. In their final moment together, a blinding light engulfed them both, leaving only a faint echo of their presence and the lingering question of whether they'd truly been vanquished or simply moved on to another plane of existence. The legend of Thomas and Sir Edric would live on, forever entwined within the walls of Castle Blackmoor, as a testament to the power of friendship, courage, and the indomitable human spirit. In the eerie Castle Blackmoor, Thomas found himself face-to-face with a spectral knight named Sir Edric. The ghostly figure challenged him to a duel, and despite his fear, Thomas accepted. They clashed swords in the castle's grand hall, witnessing ghostly battles of old unfold around them. With every strike, the air grew heavier with history and desperation. "Why have you come here, boy?" Sir Edric demanded between breaths. "I seek answers," Thomas replied, his voice quivering but determined. "What happened here?" Sir Edric laughed, a chilling sound echoing through the castle's dark corridors. "Fools like you have come before, only to meet their end at my hands." Thomas knew he had to end this, or else he would suffer the same fate. With one final surge of strength, he struck Sir Edric, sending him reeling backward. A blinding light enveloped them both, and when it subsided, they were gone, their fates uncertain but forever entwined in Castle Blackmoor's haunted history. Thomas had always been fascinated by Gothic literature, and when he heard about Castle Blackmoor, he knew he had to explore its mysteries. The castle had a dark past, filled with tales of ghosts, curses, and unsolved murders. It was said that the spectral knight, Sir Edric, roamed its halls at night, looking for revenge against those who defiled his honor. Upon reaching the castle gates, Thomas hesitated for a moment before stepping inside. The air was heavy with an eerie silence that seemed to echo the castle's dark history. As he entered the main hall, a chilling draft made the candles flicker and cast strange shadows on the walls. He could almost hear the whispers of the past, as if the castle itself was telling its own story. Suddenly, a figure in black appeared before him. "You have come to witness the spectacle," it said with a voice that seemed both ancient and modern at the same time. Thomas gulped, realizing he had unknowingly disturbed the castle's restless spirits. "Who are you?" Thomas asked nervously. The figure in black smiled, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth. "I am Sir Edric, the spectral knight," it replied. "I guard this castle and seek vengeance for my dishonored name." "What do you want from me?" Thomas asked, trying to keep his voice steady. Sir Edric paused, his eyes scanning Thomas's face as if weighing his intentions. "You must prove yourself worthy," he finally said. "Engage me in a duel and only then shall you leave unscathed." The challenge was set, and the two men found themselves locked in a fierce battle. Their swords clashed as they moved through the castle's dark corridors, leaving a trail of sparks in their wake. The air grew thick with tension, and for a moment, it seemed as though the very walls were closing in on them. As Thomas and Sir Edric continued to fight, ghostly figures appeared throughout the castle, witnessing the duel with silent curiosity. The clash of steel against steel echoed through the halls as each opponent tried to gain an advantage over the other. Finally, in a swift move, Thomas struck Sir Edric, who fell to one knee. "You have proven yourself worthy," Sir Edric said, his voice filled with admiration. "I shall no longer haunt this castle." As they stood face-to-face, a blinding light suddenly enveloped them both. When the light subsided, Thomas found himself outside the castle's gates, unsure of what had transpired within its walls. He knew that his encounter with Sir Edric had changed him forever and left him questioning the truth behind Castle Blackmoor's mysteries. In the eerie and desolate village of Blackmoor, a young man named Thomas embarked on a journey to explore the mysterious Castle Blackmoor. He had heard tales of its dark past and was determined to uncover the truth. As he entered the castle gates, a cold breeze swept through, causing him to shiver. The air felt heavy with an air of foreboding. He ventured deeper into the castle, and as he ascended the winding staircase, he could hear faint whispers echoing in the corridor. A sudden gust of wind pushed him against the wall, leaving him disoriented. Thomas felt a presence lurking nearby and called out, "Is anyone there?" Suddenly, a spectral knight named Sir Edric appeared before him, his armor tarnished with age and rust. He challenged Thomas to a duel, as was the custom among knights of the realm. The two exchanged blows, each strike leaving an ethereal glow in the air. "Sir Edric," Thomas gasped between breaths, "I do not wish for blood to be shed." "Then yield to me," Sir Edric replied, his voice like the wind. But instead of surrendering, Thomas managed to overpower him, causing the specter to vanish in a puff of smoke. As he continued his exploration, he stumbled upon ghostly knights locked in combat, their weapons clashing and sparks flying. The castle seemed to be the stage for an eternal battle. Finally, Thomas found himself in the grand hall where a blinding light enveloped him. He was unsure if it was the end of his journey or the beginning of something new. As the light faded, he realized that the castle had revealed its secrets, but the true fate of Sir Edric and the other specters remained shrouded in mystery.

[bodybaggage]

Phantom in the League

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The Watchtower hummed with its usual low energy, the heartbeat of Earth's greatest defenders. The Justice League had just wrapped up their latest meeting, discussing the increasing dimensional rifts appearing across the globe. Batman, ever the detective, had been the first to suggest the possibility of a more mystical cause. Naturally, the League looked to Zatanna and Constantine for guidance. But before they could dive too deep, another voice cut through.

"We could always ask Phantom."

Superman’s suggestion was simple, straightforward, and met with a few curious looks. The Kryptonian had always been one to trust his teammates, but Phantom’s origins had been one of the best-kept secrets in the League. Phantom, the young yet mysterious ghostly hero, had been a valuable ally since he’d been recruited after saving Star City from a rampant ghost attack nearly a year ago.

The League had grown used to his presence. His ethereal glow, the way he seemed to fade in and out of sight like a wisp of smoke, and the cryptic smile that often played on his lips. He was a mystery, one they had chosen to respect, but now? Now, they needed answers.

"Do we even know where to find him?" Green Lantern asked, hovering a few inches off the ground. "He just… shows up."

"I can find him," Batman declared, his voice a low growl that brooked no argument. "He can't stay hidden forever."

"He's never been a threat, Bats," Flash pointed out, leaning casually against the conference table. "He's just… Phantom. He helps out, doesn't ask for anything in return, then he's gone."

"That might be true, but we need to know who or what we’re dealing with," Wonder Woman added. "If these dimensional rifts are tied to his abilities or his world, we need to be prepared."

Superman nodded in agreement, his arms crossed over his broad chest. "Let’s just ask him directly. If he trusts us enough to fight alongside us, then he’ll trust us with the truth."

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Phantom had never been easy to track, but Batman had his ways. And when Batman wanted to find someone, he did.

The Batcomputer pinged with a soft alert as he isolated Phantom’s spectral energy signature, something the Dark Knight had painstakingly compiled over the past few months. It was faint, almost undetectable, but there was enough to trace a general location: an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Gotham. Fittingly enough.

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When the League arrived at the warehouse, it was eerily silent. The only sign of life—or unlife—was a soft, pulsing green light emanating from the cracks in the walls. Superman could hear the faintest murmur of voices, and Wonder Woman felt the magical energy in the air thickening, almost like stepping into another world.

“Stay on guard,” Batman instructed, though he knew everyone was already on high alert.

They pushed open the rusted doors, revealing a scene none of them had expected. Phantom was there, hovering mid-air, his back to them. But he wasn’t alone. Standing before him was a massive, imposing figure, crowned with a spectral crown and draped in regal, ghostly armor. The very air around the figure crackled with power—power that seemed to warp reality itself.

"Who the hell is that?" Green Lantern whispered, his ring already flaring to life.

"That's Pariah Dark," Phantom’s voice cut through the silence, clear and calm. He turned slowly, his eyes glowing a vivid green. "The former Ghost King of the Infinite Realms."

“Former?” Wonder Woman questioned, her brow furrowed in concern.

“Yes,” Phantom continued, descending to the ground as he spoke. “He’s no longer the king because… I am.”

The League froze. Superman’s eyes widened slightly, and even Batman seemed taken aback, though he quickly masked it. The implication was massive.

Phantom noticed their reactions and sighed, looking almost tired. “I was hoping to keep this quiet, at least until the time was right. But I suppose now is as good a time as any.”

He walked forward, the green glow around him dimming as he shifted from his ghostly form into that of a human boy—one who looked no older than seventeen. His black hair fell into his face as he offered them a weary smile, his bright blue eyes meeting theirs with surprising warmth.

“My name is Danny. Danny Fenton. And, yes, I’m the current King of the Infinite Realms.”

“The Infinite Realms?” Superman asked, though the name already resonated with him. He had heard of it before—an interdimensional realm of ghosts and spirits, a place of both immense power and danger.

Danny nodded. “It’s… complicated. The realms are like a web of dimensions, all interconnected and constantly shifting. I inherited the throne after defeating Pariah Dark.” He gestured towards the massive ghost, who remained silent, his eyes glowing with an eerie intensity. “It wasn’t exactly by choice, but it’s my responsibility now.”

“So, you’re a king,” Flash summed up, trying to wrap his head around it. “And you’ve been, what? Just hanging out with us, fighting bad guys on Earth?”

Danny chuckled, a sound that held a hint of bitterness. “Pretty much. The Infinite Realms are my duty, but Earth… Earth is my home. I couldn’t just abandon it, not with everything that’s happened.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Wonder Woman asked, her tone gentle but firm.

Danny hesitated, his gaze falling to the ground. “I didn’t want you to see me differently. I’m still me, still the same guy who fought alongside you. I just… have a lot more on my plate than most.”

“Kid,” Green Lantern said, lowering his ring, “we’ve all got our secrets. But this? This is big. You could have told us.”

“I know,” Danny admitted, his voice soft. “But I wasn’t ready. I didn’t want to bring my problems into your world. But with these rifts appearing… they might be connected to the Realms, and that means it’s my responsibility to fix it.”

Batman stepped forward, his eyes never leaving Danny’s. “And Pariah Dark?”

The ghost king finally spoke, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to echo through the very fabric of reality. “I am here at the behest of my king. I no longer seek to conquer. My past… transgressions have been put aside.”

Danny glanced at Pariah, his expression unreadable. “Pariah Dark is… complicated. But he’s under control. I’m keeping him in check.”

There was a moment of tense silence before Superman spoke, his voice carrying the authority of a leader but the warmth of a friend. “Danny, we’re a team. We face these challenges together. If the Realms are a threat, we’ll help you. But you need to trust us, just like we trust you.”

Danny looked up, meeting Superman’s gaze, and for the first time, he truly felt like a part of something bigger. Not just a king, not just a hero, but a member of the Justice League.

“Okay,” Danny agreed, his voice firm. “I’ll tell you everything. And together, we’ll stop whatever’s threatening both of our worlds.”

The League nodded in unison, the tension slowly dissipating. They were in this together, just as they had always been.

As they prepared to leave, Danny couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. The burden of his secret was still heavy, but now he wasn’t carrying it alone. For the first time in a long while, he felt like he truly belonged.

And as the Watchtower’s doors closed behind them, Danny knew that whatever came next, he wouldn’t have to face it alone.

pt.2

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[call-me-strega]

Dc x Dp Prompt #6: A Mother’s Love

Gotham still remembers when she was just a young Neverborn. When her bay was first discovered and settlements were newly established. Her consciousness like the budding town was growing slowly but surely. By the 1800s she was almost fully grown and by the 1900s she knew her name. She knew who she was.

She was Lady Gotham: Queen of the City of Corruption, Mistress of the Den of Madness, Ruler of No Man's Land, Mother of Poor Souls.

She was a Neverborn Spirit of the Infinite Realms who was well acquainted with disaster and misery. She was the sovereign of her own haunt and territory, and vassal under the king. (A king to whom she swore no loyalty)

She knew her flaws and she knew the flaws of those who were Hers but she loved them nonetheless. When she was still young she spent her energy trying to nourish her people, unfortunately, she was but a reflection of her mortal haunt. There was little she could do aside from slightly bending the rules to exert control over the physical aspects of her haunt or to extend her power to those who would need it most. As she grew older she also had to divide her care among the ghosts in her spectral haunt, for they were Hers too, now within her grasp.

She remembers when the Clown first arrived. He was horrible, an outsider, an interloper, and a scourge to her haunt. He was not Hers and she refused to claim him despite his fancy to call himself the Clown Prince of Gotham. No, he was more a Fool than anything else. She made it known within the realms to all those living in her spectral haunt that should the Fool ever make it to the realms than his fate would be up to her (Perhaps her former paramour would grant her a boon and keep him trapped in an eternal nightmare).

She remembers when her Dark Knight first arrived in her defense. She was struck to see him, for he had been one of Hers. He had been gone for many years but returned to her and he wished to help her, to protect her. She accepted him as her Knight, extending her power on occasion to cloak him in shadows and fear. Though she cherished her Knight she wished he was capable of more. (She wished he would cross lines she could not, but she knew he wouldn't because he could not either).

She remembers the first little Squire her Knight took in. He was not of her but she would claim him as Hers too. He was eager to help her and those who were Hers. He was the first bit of Wonder she and Hers had had in a long time. He cared for her too but eventually, he would grow to be more than a Squire and would leave her too. Though he was gone, he still had a place in the city as one of her Knights.

She remembers the second little Squire. Her very own homegrown Hope. Sure he was a bit more rough and decisive but he cared. He was so deeply and truly Hers. He grew up in her streets and he understood her and Hers better than any of her knights so far. He was young, full of life and a desire to help, and he believed he could be magic. She was devastated when he left, lured away by the promise of a mother, then tricked and fallen into the hands of the Fool. She was devastated when he returned to her broken and mangled.

In her distress she remembered that the Tyrant had been overthrown recently. There was a new king, one who had not even reached his majority yet. The Boy King, The Benevolent King, The Protector, The Peace Maker, The One with the Cloak of Stars and the Crown of Frozen Light, The Perfect Balance.

He had not yet risen to full power but he had united the Counsel of Ancients. She could appeal to them and to him. She could swear her loyalty in exchange for borrowed power. Even if he refused, it would not stop her. His help would prevent her from growing too weak but his refusal would mean nothing to her.

True to his title, the Benevolent King granted her a boon, her loyalty and support for a temporary amplification of her own power and permission to cross over. She thanked the Boy King for his Kindness and fled back to her haunt, ready to manifest onto the mortal plane for the first time in centuries.

When she found him she was overwhelmed with grief. Her voice echoed like sirens in the wind. Her fingernails elongated as she reached out. Her appearance grew more haggard as spectral winds swirled around her. She cried black tears over his grave summoning her power to channel his soul.

If the boy wanted to help he could help those in her spectral haunt.

If the boy wanted to make a difference, he could help her exert her power over her mortal haunt.

If the boy wanted a family, then she would be his Mother.

If the boy wanted to live, he could live in the Realms with Her.

Her form flickered vanishing from the mortal plane. Back in her spectral haunt, she held a young figure in her arms. She overflowed with gratefulness promising herself she would introduce the young boy to the King when she got the chance. He deserved to see how much he'd done for her. She gathered up her presence and made a declaration to the realm:

Here was the heir to her power

Here was the being that was most truly Hers

Here was the true Son

Her very own Little Prince of Gotham.

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Okay a couple of things:

Did I imply the Joker is not a Gotham Native? Yes, I did. I also implied that if he ever became a ghost it would be on sight for him by Lady Gotham.

Did I imply that Lady Gotham has two haunts? Yes, I did. She has actual Gotham and then the ghost version in the Infinite Realms where a lot of the ghosts of people who died in Gotham live.

Did I imply that Lady Gotham and Fright Knight were romantically involved at one point? Yes, I did.

The goal of this was to literally make Jason the "Son of Gotham", a term I've seen thrown around before. I feel like Lady Gotham would love to be a mom and finally give Jason a decent parent, albeit one that treads the line between creepy and Eldritch Horror.

I included Danny as the new Ghost King even though he's not technically ruling yet. He has the Council of Ancients running things and he has a regent but idk who yet. He's still involved in the decision-making process bc a.) He's super powerful, b.) he's still technically ruler, and c.) it's a good way for him to learn about ruling which he will have to do eventually.

Yes, it is my intention to have Jason and Danny meet in the Ghost Zone later. Give some good bonding and friendship (eventually crushes on each other).

I have a couple ideas for things that may happen in this au but if anyone gets their own ideas or wants to write this then feel free to share or ask about it.

[ghostboybrainrot]

Love the idea of Dead on Main, with Ghost King Danny and Fright Night Jason. After Pariah Dark is defeated, his previous knight is dismissed. Sword taken by Danny and the title forfeit. But the guy doesn't really know what to do after that? So he decides to go on an extended vacation.

Fast forward, Jason is struggling trying to "Save Halloween" or something and tries to find the original knight only to find him sunning himself on a spectral beach, wearing colorful swim trunks, sipping a mai tai but still wearing his COMICALLY large and spooky helmet. Complete with spikes and glowing green eyes.

Just like: "why the hell would i help you. I'm RELAXING. You should try it sometime. Good luck with your horrors. I'm DONE with that genre."

[theamalgaverse]

me again! sorry! I’m just gonna -slides cheesy stoopid rareship that I like-

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FOOL I LOVE RAREPAIRS AND this is lowkey adorable asf… it also makes sense!!

[hasbr0mniverse]

The Hasbroverse 80’s Morning - Visionaries Knights Of The Magical Light - Season 01 Episode 07 - The Overthrow Of Merklynn

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes

How Ace and Deuce Fantasise About Their Crush, The Prefect

Reader/Yuu is female

Masterlist

Ace Trappola

Deuce is his biggest rival so usually his fantasies involve you choosing him over his fellow Heartslabyul first year

Usually he would be goofing off ‘studying or doing homework’ and his thoughts would inevitably turn to you and he gets hit  with the visual of your beaming smile and shimmering eyes lighting up in adoration as you praise him over his marks on a test like “Wow Ace! I can’t believe you got all of this right - you’re so much smarter and stronger and more handsome and better than Deuce in every way!” and he’d be filled with determination to actually study so you would kiss praise him

Sometimes he would daydream about you wearing his basketball jersey to one of his matches and cheering him on (which you do already anyway - the cheering, not the jersey wearing) and during a tense sports anime worthy match with fast action and slow motion and reaction cuts where your gazing at him admiringly (this boy is literally filming an episode of Haikyuu in his mind) and the scores are neck and neck and he’s about to throw the winning shot and he looks at you winks and is like “this one’s for you” and gets it in, single handedly winning the game and his teammates are freaking out and everyone on the stands are cheering his name and he’s handed the trophy as he’s lifted onto his seniors' shoulders and then you’re there (abandoning Deuce and Grim at the stands) and you congratulate him and you’re kissing him and he’s woken up 🙁

He’s the type of guy to daydream about you in a cheerleading outfit, waving around pom poms and cheering him on - not in a creepy, weird way but more in a cute, endearing way

During the Ghost Bride incident™, you were dressed in a wedding dress to match with all of the suitors’ groom suits and his mind did an application.exe has stopped working before rebooting and immediately got flooded with visuals of you and him getting married

Since he did punch Riddle on the reader’s behalf and flip out at Malleus over Malleus’ completely harmless ‘prank’ during the Spectral Soiree (real king behaviour, what a man *wipes tear*), he does feel protective over them so I think he’d these fantasies where he’s protecting you from danger and bridal carrying you away and you’re swooning over him like ‘my hero ♡’ and peck his cheek

He really does like writing Ace x Reader fanfic in his head, doesn’t he?

I think many of his daydreams would be more ‘what-if’ scenarios where he would lay awake in bed at night, the lights are off and his dormmates are dozing off on their own beds around him, and his mind wanders into how the events of the day would’ve played off if he actually did have the courage to act on his own desires, if he actually did admit he found your smile beautiful during lunchtime, if he actually did hold your hand on your way to class, if he actually did confess his feelings…

If the legends of old are true and that whatever you wish for, you keep, he really really hopes that he gets to keep you

Deuce Spade

It’s canon that he’s a romantic since he has an admiration for the King and Queen of Hearts’ relationship so his fantasies are very reminiscent of classical romances

I headcanon that his mother loves romantic movies and shows (both period and modern) and he loves to watch them with her (he prefers period films/shows over modern ones since he’s been a sucker for fairy tales since he was five)

Even though his fantasies of you are super innocent, he still feels super guilty over having them over his best friend. He thinks it’s wrong to think of kissing someone so kind and sweet when they only see him as a friend and he kind of hates himself for not hating the visions his mind cooks up.

He’s very protective in nature so his daydreams usually feature him saving you à la traditional fairy tale or classic silver screen damsel in distress and her dashing hero or knight in shining armour (not because he sees you as a damsel in distress - you don’t just fight off overblots and live in Twisted Wonderland without being the strongest person ever in his eyes - but because he likes the idea of being strong enough to protect you from danger or you knowing that you can always rely on him to protect you). This, though, also kind of stems from his inner guilt at not being able to save you from the harm you’ve already undergone.

He likes to imagine the two of you stargazing, your figures draped in moonlight as you kiss each other, or the two of you on a white marble balcony, surrounded by doves and baby pink blossoms falling from the trees around you, or the two of you dancing in a ballroom, or kissing in the rain, or giving you piggybacks, or picking you up and twirling you around as you laugh in pure joy, or giving you his jackets or every other cliche he wants and yearns so badly to have with you

Sometimes when he does something good like finish his dorm chores or come first in track club he imagines your voice cheering him on like ‘I knew you could do it, Deuce’ 

He loves it when his daydreams get domestic. His favourite one is when imaginary you and imaginary him are in a chicken coop, surrounded by baby chicks.

Whilst his fantasies are very idyllic and so flowery they could put a florist out of business, he does like the ones that tap into his past as a bad boy where he takes you joyriding on his magical wheel, your arms wrapped around his torso and head resting between his shoulder blades, or he impresses you with his mechanical skills as he fixes a car, or your patching him up after a fight (a fight that happened because imaginary you was being harassed by gang of goons and he came in and saved the day like an action hero)

When he was a stargazer, you were the one who earnestly gave your full support in his dreams and your belief that all of his wishes will inevitably be granted so would you mind terribly if he told you his hearts’ greatest desire