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I so want to draw this but have neither the skills nor the motivation required
to be perfectly honest i think that ghosts being transluscent and faded is kind of antithetical to what they represent. they're an echo that cannot move on, cannot fade out - they should be oversaturated and stiff and strangely out of place and unchanging, like something preserved in clear glass.
Bastila Shan: I saw your service records when you were transferred aboard the Endar Spire, and I've also looked through them again lately. But I know very little about you anyway. I'd like to ask you some questions, given our relationship.
Amnesiac Revan: Is it a brand new tradition these days to look through my service records? Trask, Carth, now you... Am I a kind of a test subject, or did you find there an incredibly fascinating story I'm not aware of?
I had a vision.
ROUND FOUR:
GOODTIMESWITHSCAR (1)
nominated from Hermitcraft, Last Life, Create Mod Server, Third Life, Double Life, Among Us, The Crafting Dead, MCC
vs
TECHNOBLADE (16)
nominated from DSMP, SMPEarth, Cyberknife, 100 Mcyt VS Natural Disasters, Minecraft Mondays, Sir Billiam, Potato Wars, Hypixel Mayor, Sky Block, TFTSMP, MCC
there is literally no funnier way of annoying your friends than choosing the stupidest hill imaginable and then refusing to die anywhere else
addendums: cult classic tv overlaps with early supernatural seasons somewhat, i am aware, just choose based on the cultural context in which you read your first fic.
for weeaboo crew i was thinking of examples like hetalia, black butler, soul eater, etc--popular anime absolutely included but the distinction is that people who were into dragon ball weren't necessarily going to anime club every week and making deviantart stamps about yaoi, but people into ouran high school host club ABSOLUTELY were.
homestuck is in its own category because homestuck changed fandom forever at a critical time which just happened to be when i was growing up in fandom. harry potter, lotr, star wars, and twilight are in their own categories because they were such multimedia juggernauts they had entire archives dedicated solely and only to their fic that spanned multiple franchise reboots (books -> movies -> extended universes). (i acknowledge star trek technically would fit under this but at the time culturally it had more overlap with other cult classic tv fandoms.)
honorable mentions that didn't make it to the list because i had to pick-and-choose with the 12 answer limit: the final fantasy franchise (axed because i am not familiar enough with the fic scene to know if it was as iconic of a gateway drug as, like, naruto or twilight or star wars fic), a general YA lit category (YA lit outside of twilight only went mainstream slightly after this time period), the MCU (i have a hate boner for the MCU), a broader "american superhero comics" category (this would be valid as an option but i don't have the space)
what. what is the fuck stool?
I am constantly thinking about this you don’t understand
Bruce Banner & Lucille Novak Playlist
And another little gift for the beautiful @neonsoundbite/@kyber-infinitygems. And yes that's why I asked about the song. Wanted it to be another suprise because I love making suprises :)
mimi (they/it), my dragon theriotype... they're a fluffy sky dragon and can make clouds.... ☁️
I have been getting kin memories of it lately... :3
They're kryptonian + liminal so of course they'd be stronger than a normal kryptonian. Nobody respects canon in fanfiction. That's the whole point of tags like canon compliant and canon divergent. It doesn't have to stick super close to the source matieral, especially when DC is a mixed bag of different canons anyway.
If you'd like it taken a different way with ocs then find that or write it yourself. Find your bliss. Crossovers are all about mashing two or more canons together into something fun and new, doesn't have to be true to everything canon.
Danny and Sam were enjoying a date out in Metropolis when it happened. Superman had been mind controlled again, and was taking hostages. Neither Danny or Sam were worried, and were amongst the only people not running for their lives. They just sat outside the cafe, sipping their coffee and eating their food. As the ground began to rumble, they simply picked their coffee cups and held them in their hands to not spill the coffee within.
“So then Tucker says, ‘not my pda!’” Danny finishes, laughing along with Sam.
“I swear, he loves that thing more than life!” Sam laughs.
That’s when they heard it. The sunlight outside got a shade darker, and Sam and Danny turned to see the outline of Superman hovering in front of them. They both glanced at him, then at each other.
With a loud sigh, Danny out down his coffee. “Can you move a little to the left, Superman? You’re blocking the sunlight.”
Without warning, Superman reached out and grabbed Sam, who was closer to him. Sam grunted out in surprise as she was lifted into the air by her neck. Danny looked unconcerned.
“Seriously?” Sam asked, gesturing at Superman. “You’re going to ruin my necklace.”
“I don’t think he’s worried about your necklace, babe.” Danny leaned against the table, watching the encounter.
“Well, he should be!” Sam exclaimed. “I paid good money for it!”
He rolled his eyes. “You’re impossible. We can just buy you another one once he stops choking you.”
“It’s not really like he’s going to get anywhere.” Sam agreed.
Superman seemed to take offense to this. His grip on her neck tightened, and while Sam’s face did flush red, she wasn’t gasping for breath or having her neck snapped.
“You remember the other day when I said Black Canary could strangle me and I’d be happy about it?” Sam asked, her voice a little breathless.
“Yeah?” He raised an eyebrow, wondering where she as going with this.
“I like Superman choking me better. He would probably be better at it than a human.” Sam grinned at the Kryptonian.
“Shouldn’t he at least buy you dinner first?” He asked.
“You know, most boyfriends don’t talk so freely about their girlfriends being choked by other guys.” Sam pointed out.
“You’re right.” He agreed.
“But this is getting kinda weird. Superman, do you mind letting me go? This isn’t really working for me anymore.” Sam pointed to the ground.
A large crowd had started to gather around them. Some looked horrified, while others looked curious. Curious at Sam, who hadn’t died yet. Superman made no moves to remove his hand from her neck.
“Hey babe?” Sam asked.
“Yeah?” He took another sip of his coffee, completely calm.
“Can you record me beating up Superman so we can send it to your sister?”
“Why her?” He tilted his head.
“Little sister.” Sam clarified.
“Ohh. Yeah, sure, she’d love that.” He took a second and pulled his phone out—a latest WayneTech model. “Go for it.”
Sam wrapped her hand around Superman’s, and with an audible snap, broke his hand and pulled it off of her neck. Superman gasped in pain, but Sam wasn’t done yet. She proceeded to judo flip him and send him crashing to the Earth while she continued to hover in the air. She clapped her hands together and cracked her knuckles.
“This is going to be fun.” Sam grinned wickedly.
“You know, I could just touch his temple and cure him of the mind control.” He offered, but continued to record Sam.
“Don’t spoil my fun.” Sam flipped him off, then dove towards the ground. She kicked Superman in the nuts, then kneed him in the face hard enough to draw blood. She punched him a few more times until he fell unconscious.
Danny got up and stopped the recording. He walked over to his girlfriend and looked at the unconscious Superman. He bent over the man and pressed a finger to the man’s temple. Blue power briefly illuminated Superman’s skin, but it was gone as quickly as it came.
“You’re going to cause trouble for us.” He chastised her.
“But you love it.” Sam took his hand. “Let’s go home.”
She flew into the air first, but Danny took another second to dig into his wallet, leaving a $20 bill on the table they were sitting at. He then flew into the air after Sam, chasing her all the way to Amity Park.
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Six months later, and Danny and Sam were on another outing in Gotham when they were interrupted by Batman. They pulled a chair up for him, and eventually the man took it. They ordered him a coffee and a bagel.
“So, what brings you here?” Danny asked casually.
“How did you defeat Superman?” Batman asked, straight to the point.
“Huh?” Sam asked. “When did we do that?”
“Six months ago.” Batman responded.
“Ohh, wait— remember the day we went to Metropolis?” He hummed.
“Oh. I already forgot about that. Superman’s not pressing charges, is he?” Sam asked. “I do have a good lawyer, he’s just an asshole to deal with.”
“No, he is not pressing charges.” Batman grunted.
“Then what’s this about?” He asked, tilting his head.
Without answering, Batman opened a box on his lap. At once, the kryptonite took effect of both Sam and Danny, making their skin turn green and to writhe in pain. Just as Danny was about to take the box from Batman by force, the man had closed the lid and tucked it away.
“I had my suspicions.” Batman said, as if that explained everything. “So how did two more Kryptonians land on Earth when the planet was destroyed thirty years ago?”
A thought
So hey Nick Valentine fandom, I was talking to my mom about how much I desperately want to romance Nick because [insert 1000000 reasons here]
And she told me a thing.
So his entire existence is detective/film noire-styled, straight out of Casablanca The Big Sleep and all the classics, right? Well, if we follow those stories and the plot tropes within them, then at every turn the guy and girl - no matter how perfect they are for each other - just can’t seem to get together. Until the very end.
Then by that logic: if Bethesda is as good at what they do as I think they are, then all we have to do is wait until Far Harbor. Despite how much Bethesda likes to jerk us around sometimes, I still believe in them and the beautiful stories they create. But this time, they’re playing the long game, true to the style that Nick embodies. All we have to do is wait for the right case to come up.
I need motivation to heal. Let's imagine... if in a few weeks I am able to move my hands again... please give me a few ideas of what to paint then. 🙏 Before the illness, I was painting hyperrealistic portraits, nature, beautiful femme fatales, and super cute animals. Now, I barely type (extra slowly, extra frustrating). But maybe... if you challenge me, I will set it as an aim to overcome. I can't promise I will succeed in painting anything, but I want to take on the challenge of creating a few of the coolest artworks that might inspire me to push the boundaries of my illness. If you want to be a part of my challenge, and maybe even a part of my potential progress - please send me the most mesmerizing idea you have! 💡❤️
I hope this inspiration will re-spark my body to get better 🙏😊