The Ghost Prince does not, under any circumstances, answer a summoning after it was made aware he existed. None know why he doesn't, some are bitter and hateful of it while others are thankful that it's one less bloodthirsty manic to deal with.
The Ghost King meanwhile hasn't been seen in multiple eons, so the magical community who wanted to use his power just, stopped, trying to summon him for a long time.
Most magic users knew that the Ghost Prince never answered a summons, and that the Ghost King just dropped off the radar.
So could you really blame Constantine for not taking it that seriously when some wannabe hotshot cultists try to summon both of them in the middle of a city to wreak havoc?
He'll give them some credit though. Points for doing it in broad daylight and actually being somewhat of a threat with not relying on just summoning the Ghost royalty and figuring out what to do from there.
The area they were in was somewhat destroyed, then the cultists manage to complete the summoning circle to summon both of them and Constantine, well he just light up a smoke.
It isn't going to work anyways so what does it matter?
...
Is that a fucking Ice cream truck he hears? Who the fuck is driving an Ice cream truck while their city is being under attacked with cultists trying to summon eldritch ghost royalty?
He'll give them some points for dedication, though.
Then he looked at the cultists and nearly had a goddamn heart attack to see that the summoning circle is actually fucking lighting up and working.
The Bat is so gonna give him a headache over this.
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Danny Phantom, crown prince of the Infinite Realms. Does not answer summons.
For one, it is annoying as shit, whenever someone interrupts his day just to ask for infinite power (that he can't give), world domination (that he won't do) or infinite riches (which he also can't do).
It just got annoying being summoned all the time so. One day he just, well, no. And hey, it worked out well enough for him to not continue doing it.
Then he also learned that Pariah Dark is basically the same, after he got out the coffin and stopped trying to take over the world for whatever reason. He was actually a pretty swell guy!
He was just with him too, with him being not so swell at the time for making him go through lessons about Ghost etiquette, rules, stuff that's expected of him as the crown prince.
And don't even get him started on the engagement and marriage proposals.
Overall, he just wanted to find an excuse to leave. Then he felt the familiar suggestive pull of a summoning and, instead of rejection as he usually does in a second. He thought for a bit if he wanted to go with that or crown prince duties.
It was tempting, but dealing with cultists seemed worse than this so he was about to reject.
At least, before he heard an Ice cream truck playing in the background. He doesn't even know how the hell that popped up through the pull but by the gods has it been a while since he's had Ice cream.
So he answers and is gone with a pop.
Pariah Dark just stares for a good second or two, before breathing out and deciding to also answer. Fright Knight is just there, off to side, questioning what he should do now.
Danny wastes no time with the cultists on the other side and in fact, he pushes them out of the way and goes diving for that Ice cream truck he hears. Only to realize he doesn't, have any money on him.
Fuck.
Pariah Dark is less inclined to follow the rules imposed by humans like money, but he does know it can be important. Once in a while. Not that often, but it has its times.
So when he sees his adopted son being sad over being unable to pay for some kind of human delicacy, he digs around in his hair (yes, his hair.) and pulls out some money and puts it on the counter as payment.
The man inside the tiny vehicle had shrieked before getting what they wanted. Which is good. Fear is a good motivator, Pariah thinks.
Unknown to him, it wasn't out of fear (Well, mostly) but because the Ghost King placed down a coin made of pure, solid gold on his counter.
The two then go about their business in the human realm, completely forgetting about the fact that they were summoned here for something.
Constantine is both relieved and about to have an aneurysm at seeing Infinite Realm royalty only answering a summon because of Ice cream.
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I’ve talked about this before but imagine what it’s like for someone in a country/place where eliot is Top Most Wanted and then your tech guy finds a breakout star baseball player on their visual scanner that looks EXACTLY like spencer. but…there’s no way that’s him, right???
and then the next year it happens again but this time it’s some one hit wonder country singer kenneth crane that has like 78 tween-run fangirl blogs dedicated to him. you see a grainy video of him being chased by a horde of screaming teenage girls and ??? no way Eliot Last Thing You’ll Ever See Spencer is a country singer star just. signing pictures of his face right…?
a few months later your intern shows you footage of an eliot lookalike who is in san lorenzo talking about how there is dog fighting in the presidential palace and you just. sigh. because of course. a scant few days later the political geography of the country changes drastically and damien moreau is imprisoned. …interesting
and then a year of silence goes by. he still shows up as blips on the radar but he must have a good hacker working for him because his tracks on the internet are expertly erased.
every time you ask through interagency channels some random interpol guy talks in (condescending?) riddles at you and it also somehow feels like he’s threatening you
and then your friend who recently got into foreign hockey teams sends you a dropyourgloves video of someone called jacques the bear. you immediately get a headache (and watch some more videos because even you can admit this guy is a good hockey player)
and you know he’s a Bad Guy but it’s been admittedly a bit entertaining seeing what claim to fame he will come upon next. and his most recent actions over the few years make you wonder.
a few months later your phone pings because multiple heads of state evacuated from DC. the reason? eliot spencer was in town. you hear two days later a bioterrorist was taken down by… the report was redacted. your hacker tells you spencer and two teammates were behind the successful operation. which, huh.
not even a full year later it is released that spencer is dead and… you don’t know how to feel.
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thank you @kiwiana-writes @junebugclaremontdiaz @jmagnabo92 @wordsofhoneydew and @iboatedhere for the tags! it's been a hot minute since i've made any real progress with psych au, but i have been jotting down the many possible options for a love confession (posted one here a while ago if you want something less silly) so here's another from the vault, aka my notes app.
Alex quickly turns back to the car and leans in close so not even Nora can hear him when he whispers, "Now's probably a really bad time to tell you I'm in love with you, right?"
Henry stares at him, mouth agape. "Dreadful, actually."
Alex nods. "That's what I thought. Point stands, though."
"Noted."
"So I'm gonna," Alex points over to where Yang is still waiting. "I'm gonna head over there."
"You do that," Henry replies. "And Alex?"
"Yeah?"
"Be careful."
Alex reaches out with a shaky hand and gently cups Henry's cheek. The novelty of finally being able to do that will wear off at some point, but the reverence with which he does it never will. "I haven't been careful a day in my life, sweetheart. Why start now?"
And then runs off before Henry can get in another word.
gentle no pressure tagging that i'm re-trying after they failed this morning @ninzied @jellibuns @priincebutt @magicandarchery @onthewaytosomewhere @stellarm @alasse9 @nocoastposts @forever-fixating @suseagull04 @firenati0n + an open tag!
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things I didn't realize back when I lived in an entirely gluten free household with a professional chef brother and mad experimental baker mother:
gluten free food does not exist in the wild. at all.
it is spensive
literally how am i supposed to survive like who designed this. I knew I was spoiled but I didn't know the situation was this dire.
I actually prefer the stores that don't stock gluten free pastries at all, because once in a blue moon, when I step into one of those fancy grocery stores and see that one singular frozen cinnamon roll (smaller than my palm) has a price tag of 98kr (abt 9$) I just start crying on the spot.
I just feel like that SHOULD be illegal.
for reference; a regular (FRESH, not even frozen) gluten filled cinnamon roll at the same fancy store costs abt 25kr (2$).
Also ngl I'm getting kinda sick of the way people percieve gluten free food. Whenever I get accomodated at an event (and don't bring my own food), the person serving it will give me a knowing look and go "well, it's gluten free so it's not like it'll taste good anyways, but here u go" and hand me a half baked chocolate cupcake that tastes like someone substituted the sugar in the recipe with salt. Like, yeah okay I'm glad you guys thought of me but the thought doesn't count for much when you waste your time and money on something you don't even believe can taste good so you settle for just making it inedible on purpose. Please for the sake of my stomach and sanity just send me the menu in advance and I'll bring my own chocolate cupcake. Or better yet: make something that doesn't have gluten in it to begin with, like pavlova or almond cake, the possibilities are endless.
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one thing i really like about picking up new hobbies is how they change the way you view the world
when i picked up pottery, i started noticing more acutely what in my house was ceramic vs not, what it was used for, and how cleanly it was constructed
when i was learning dance, i started breaking down other dances i saw into groups of steps, rather than just seeing the single fluid motions i had before
now that i'm learning to sew, i pay more attention to how everyone's clothes are constructed to see how i can apply that myself - where are the seams and are they visible or not, how has the fabric been cut to fit the shape of a human body
like, i love trying out new things just for the novelty of it, oftentimes, but this fun little side-effect of completely altering my perception of the world around me is also so so great
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Wild that anytime I post an update a lot of people read it and are even excited about it and have their own thoughts and reactions to it that I'll never know.
Comments are only the very tip of the iceberg with it. And I am Very grateful to commenters for letting me in on it. But in the same way that I'll be excited with my friends when a fic we love updates, it's likely that Other people enthuse with Their friends when my fic updates. And it's just so strange. An experience I'll never have access to.
Everyone's relationship with my fic is unique. So many different people with so many different circumstances and preferences... and the number of people that have told me that my fic is one of their favorites, some even saying it's their Favorite favorite... every single one of them have their own relationship with my writing.
It's just interesting to me. I think and think and think on my writing. I have my plans for basically the entire fic, the way I want it to end already thought out, all the major plot beats and the relationship progressions, All of that thought out. I love my writing so very much, but I'm on the inside looking out. This is my mechanical horse, and I'm in here laying out the groundwork and pulling levers and constructing limbs, puttering away making the horse move. Forever and always, my relationship with it will be more intimate than anyone's, and yet more clinical. Because I know it better than the back of my own hand, but I'll never have the experience of reading it fresh. Of reading it without knowing everything that's going to happen from now to the end and beyond. I won't have the thrill of the plot twists I have planned, the delight at seeing things progress, the horror at seeing things go wrong...
This is my mechanical horse, and I'm making it move.
I just always wonder what it must be like to see it from the outside. I hope to others that it's a pretty horse.
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