Damn it there isn't enough Dadneto in the world! Erik deserves to know that he has a son in this world and also to be loved because he deserved all the hugs and a huge ass family.
Why can't we have nice things???
99 notes
·
View notes
Ok so I've had this idea cooking up in my head for a bit with Danny's title being 'Space King' or whatever.
So y'know the Skeleton Key right? how it opens any and everywhere into the Ghost Zone and the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep.
Somehow it manages to find it's way into the hands of a very unwilling Constantine. He doesn't know how exactly he got it, and he doesn't quite know why it ended up with him.
But what he does know however. Is that he wants nothing to do with it. Even if it might very well be a very powerful magical artifact that can do who knows what.
The aura of death around it, the large amount of energy within it and with how it looks.
He suspects that it belongs to a highly powerful being that he doesn't feel like dealing with.
So he tries to get rid of it in a multitude of ways, even going as far as to offer it to beings of higher power.
No matter what he does and how hard he tries.
It always finds its way back to him
So he just says fuck it and keeps the damn thing.
He basically goes everywhere with it. Cause if it won't leave him alone, he sure as well ain't letting it end up in anyone else's hands without a good fight.
Although it doesn't help with how much it reeks of death. Which he keeps the aura contained under multiple spells that Zatanna kindly(read: was annoyed) taught him.
So now he just walks around with this key that won't leave him alone and that he protects(rather unwillingly but details details).
So far the only people in the JL that knows of it is Zatanna and Boston(seeing as y'know, can't really hide the aura of death from him).
394 notes
·
View notes
'But I have a plan to present you, between now and your wedding, with seven hounds with chains of silver and a golden apple between them — do I ever get them to you alive — so that when you race through the woods and fell your deer and see him undone and brittled there, you will bethink you of O'LiamRoe.'
The words were wry, but the tone, with whatever effort, was one of lightest amusement. Her mood opened to him suddenly, the white brow patterned with fine, dry lines which had not been there before, and her eyes searching his. 'I have had dogs enough, O'LiamRoe; and lovers enough.'
'You have no friends,' he said, 'man or dog. I had thought to be a small bit of both.'
Queen's Play by Dorothy Dunnett
ROMANCE IS NOT DEAD (or at least it wasn't in the 16th century)
10 notes
·
View notes