comprehensive character essay about why Vlad Masters should go fuck himself
I need yall to know that a while ago that I had the hugest unrequited crush on someone who instead absolutely adored and simped for Vlad Masters. Here I was trying to talk to her and making an absolute clown of myself ALL THE TIME because nothing I say is normal and comprehensible. I ALWAYs fucked up. But somehow. SOMEHOW. She had the hots for THIS motherfucker-
I hope you guys never go through the gradual realization that Vlad, fucking VLAD, OF ALL CHARACTERS, EVER, has Hit That when u couldnt. I hope you guys never know how it feels like to be cucced because of this goddamn disgusting ass middle aged cartoon billionaire slut. Like yeah we can hate him here and there for his shitty actions towards kids in the show and for being a general creepâŚ. BUT the sheer hatred I have towards Vlad is REAL and PERSONAL
 TLDR; Vlad Masters fucked the love of my life and I hate everything
In the rubble of his once-pristine lab, Vlad worked feverishly to resuscitate Danny. He talked to him, encouragements at first. "Come on, Daniel, you're strong. You can make it. Stay with me, badger. Fight this!"
When that failed, anger and desperation set in. "Don't you do this to me, Daniel Fenton," he growled. "I've already lost your mother and father. You're not leaving me, too."
Precious minutes passed. Vlad continued to perform chest compressions until his arms ached. Danny remained unresponsive. As the strength drained from his pitifully weak human hands, Vlad began to beg. "Please, Daniel. Don't go." His voice cracked. "Not like this. Wake up, badger. Come back. Please come back..."
After thirty-seven minutes, sore and stricken, he finally ceased.
He had done all he could. The boy was gone.
Gathering Danny's cold, lifeless body into his arms, Vlad softly recited a litany of heartbroken apologies.
"I'm so sorry, Daniel. It shouldn't have ended this way. I should never have told you about the gauntlets. I shouldn't have put the idea into your head. This is all my fault. I tried to protect you, and I failed. I failed you..."
When his last tear had fallen, Vlad gently laid Danny down and covered his corpse with a sheet. As he stared at the motionless shape on the table, a dark, powerful anger began to coalesce in his heart. He clenched his bloodstained fists.
He would rebuild his lab. Rebuild all of his broken equipment, sparing no expense. He would buy the most state-of-the-art technology and develop a new range of spectral-neutralizing weaponry. And then he was going to find it, the malevolent offspring of his and Danny's ghost halves. He was going to hunt it down, and he was going to kill it. Rip its evil ectoplasmic heart from its body. Peel its skin from its spectral form, all the while repeating the name of the boy it had murdered so that it would know the reason for its agony.
Vlad would have his revenge. He would see justice done.
*screams*
Can't believe I managed to complete 12 pages of something!
But yea this was an idea born from the good!Vlad au I'm coming up with; the idea of "what would need to happen for Vlad to actually make the first move and reach out to Jack and Maddie?"
@dannyphantom-rewrite Your post reminded me that I never actually showed these guys off, so here we are! Custom Vlad Masters and Vlad Plasmius funko pops (along with Danny coming out of his box to shame Vladkind)
I elected not to do any sculpting on this one; itâs not something I personally find fun to do, so I tried to see how close I could get using just the base available. So that meant no collar for Knockoff Dracula and no ponytail for his human formâmaybe heâs relaxing after a long day of mayoral nonsense, who knows. For Masters I used a Tom Araya head and a Barney Stinson body, and for Plasmius I used an 80s Hair Chandler head and a Magneto body.
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