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bbygirl-aemond · 1 year

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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRnpmW61/

for a second i thought this was you bc of the timing it with todays update.

how i sleep on saturday nights knowing my silenced phone is blowing up with tumblr and ao3 notifications:

#i am sorry but none of you will ever see my face anywhere #my online and irl selves are like superman vs clark kent at this point #my bf is now asking if that means he can be lois lane since he knows both sides of me #ask #asks #answered #fic: stormbreak #fic #stormbreak

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superman-the-secret-third-thing · 3 months

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Radio Superman is Lizard-Brained

I'm not listening to it all- since there's so much of it, but I listened to first thirty or so episodes and plan on listening to further highlights such as "The Clan of the Fiery Cross" which irl directly lead to the KKK's loss of power in the US.

The show started in 1940, and differs greatly from the comics of the time:

Krypton is on the other side of the sun.

Superman can fly from the beginning.

Most importantly- Superman gestated in the pod and arrived in the US as a fully grown man.

The last one- the lack of Kents or any human experience have lead to some strange moments.

Superman feels an urge to help people he can't explain, and his first action is rescuing a boy named Jimmy and his grandfather from a car crash. They react predictably- screaming for him to let go. He presumably rolls his eyes at the ungrateful fellows and drops them less gently than intended. They calm down, thank him, and ask him if they can do anything. He asks for two things- how to find more people to save and to keep his existence a secret.

Pointing him towards the Daily Planet, he presumably steals clothing from someone along the way. He walks in through the front door, heads to Perry White's office, gives him a firm handshake and asks for a job as reporter-

White says no, who the hell are you you have no experience and Clark interrupts him to ask if he gets the story on a nearby train robbery will he get the job. White questions how he heard about that (he'd been on the phone), and Clark flawlessly ignores him with his super-hearing (a running gag in the series). The editor sighs and says, "Sure kid, whatever."

He walks into the hallway, establishes a repetoire with Lois Lane who is surprised at the sudden application, but offers him directions to the train station. He gives her his thanks, bows, and then leaps out the window. Lois screams in horror (because it looks like he committed suicide) and it spends a minute with her in hysterics before cutting to him on the train.

Clark does shenanigans on the train, and sits back down with a sigh of relief, only to be confronted by the conductor, who notes his lack of ticket and becomes angry, accusing him of being a stowaway and intending to toss him in the jail.

Clark, nervous, realizing that he's broken a rule and doesn't want trouble, just insists that he be thrown off the train. Just out the window, throw me out the window, its fine, i've been a bad boy.

The conductor, previously angry, now concerned, tries to wrestle the strange man to prevent him from committing suicide- but loses his grip and the strange man is suddenly gone.

This all happens in the first couple of episodes.

There's more stuff, like he continually forgets that humans need to breathe air.

Being a terrible liar...

Criminal: "Worry not, Mr. Reporter. We're gonna leave you here, in this steel-plated, concrete room....forever! Hahaha!"

Clark: "Oh, okay."

Criminal: "..."

Clark (realizing something): "Oh no! I'm gonna die in here because I need to breathe human air with my human lungs, and my human arms can't get through all this metal and concrete."

Criminal: (eyebrow raised, closes the door.)

Clark puts on his Superman face and laughs jubilantly as he digs through the concrete wall, bragging about how thin the metal walls are- but....Clark. There's a door right there. Just take the door!

It's surprising how funny it is, and there's more interesting stuff. Many things originated in radio canon which then were quietly inserted into comics continuity.

The comics called it The Daily Star, not the Daily Planet.

Superman can fly- he couldn't in the comics at the time.

The Editor was someone named Thomas, and was retconned into Perry.

Most amusingly, Kryptonite was invented to give Bud Hollyer (Superman's VA) a holiday.

Jimmy Olson.

#dc comics #superman #comics #dc universe #dcu #clark kent #detective comics #lois lane

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strawberrytalia · 6 months

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here are some dc characters i imagine being south asian, except the list gets worse and worse

1. Raven ofc, she’s based on Miss India 1965, she basically should be canonically Indian atp. I like to think that she’s South Indian, and that her mother Arella’s side of the family is Christian since that’s a pretty common thing irl for South Indians.

2. Sue Dibny, mainly because I think her name Sue could easily be a nickname for Suhani and I think that’s adorable lmao. Also she’s a character I very much love, despite her cruel and unfortunate history. She IS one of the best detectives and I stand by that.

3. Zatanna. This one I’m not 100% serious about at all tbh, but in some panels she looks so very Desi that I’m just like??? Woah. Also can’t explain it but her personality/vibe also really matches. And it would be cool to have an Italian-Bengali or Italian-Pakistani girly.

4. Jason Todd. Controversial, I know, but his look in the Death in the Family movie was soooo…like you can’t tell me that’s not a Nepali man. Also it would make sense considering that he thought Shiva was his mom…there’d have to be a slight indicator of similarity somewhere. Also I deserve to see myself in a brown character who grew up poor in the streets and is unhinged.

Honorable mention:

I used to imagine Lois Lane as South Asian, but since her recent Korean depiction in the new superman show, I kinda dropped that idea lol. And I’ll never forget when I told one of my old mutuals about my Lois headcanon, and they were like “No, I think she’s Latina. I don’t agree with you at all” 🥲❤️‍🩹 anyways maybe she can be Korean-Bengali…

#dc comics #not gonna tag them lmao i’m scared #dc #nvm i will tag maybe some other desi fan will appreciate this #raven roth #sue dibny #jason todd #lois lane #zatanna zatara #AND I KNOW SUE’S PREBOOT FATE IS 10X BAD IF SHES A BROWN WOMAN 😭#BUT i’ve sorta erased identity crisis from my brain #bc thinking about it makes me sad #so instead let sue be a brown woman who is adored by her husband and is a brilliant detective

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fahbev · 6 months

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Sooo I decided on a whim that I was gonna do Inktober! Week 1 under the cut

Day 1: Dream

Based on a dream I had about a mouse that could draw better than me, and then turned into a little girl. She was being hunted so I ran away with her into the woods. Also for some reason I was a teenage anime boy and half of the dream was in an anime style instead of live action? Idk.

Day 2: Spiders

Wanted to try out some different nose shapes and i’m SO happy bc she’s SO pretty. Anyway. POV: you just walked in on her. Leave her and her tarantulas alone!

Day 3: Path

For this one I used water based marker and went over the ink with a wet brush to make faux watercolor.

Day 4: Dodge

This one fought me the whole way. I was not feeling the prompt and had to force myself to draw it. It looks fine i guess but it was not made with love.

Day 5: Map

This one was ABSOLUTELY made with love! It’s Maps Mizoguchi with one of her maps! I love her so much! Didn’t feel like drawing a convincing map. She’d be disappointed i me for making a bs one, so I just made it super cartoony? Idk. She’s the important part. Every time I draw her my friend asks “is that the new Lois Lane from that superman show?” Including a drawing where I had LITERALLY written her name next to her head—

Day 6: Golden

Ok photographing colored pictures is a lot harder. Lots of editing to make the colors how they are irl. I guess using acrylic paint pens is kinda cheating? But I made the ink drawing on top of it lol.

Day 7: Drip

Cass here with ALLL the drip!! Again I am pushing my chubby Cass agenda.

I don’t have it in me to post daily, but i can either make group posts like this each week or each week release seven posts at once. Not sure which is best. Yes I have today’s done but i’m saving it for next week.

#art #my art #inktober #inktober 2023 #inktober 2023 week 1 #oh boy i’m really in it for the long haul now aren’t i?#did this entirely on a whim #oopsie #cassandra cain #maps mizoguchi #mia mizoguchi #bahfev’s mouse dream

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still-a-morosexual-help · 1 year

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@🌹anon asked about my ocs sometime back and as I was answering it rn I accidentally deleted the entire thing😭😭😭😭😭

I'm gonna try and write whatever I remember again✌️:

Yes I did it again (shut up);

I'm such a fucking idiot, I found the "deleted ask" hidden deep in my drafts - apparently it went there when I lost my internet connection but instead of getting saved at the top of my drafts it got saved on the day anon first sent me the ask so somewhere in the middle between other drafts??? Anyway:

!!!You asked for it!!

They were all created for some game or another (characters I'll be able to toss away once I'm done playing the games) But I ended up falling in love with all of them🤡

I can't draw people for shit & I don't wanna describe appearances so I'm gonna use picrews (with links added for anyone who wants to use 'em too)

Starting from first created to last & answering it like I'm making them character profiles for a dating sim (but leaving out the three from Choices 'cause I don't know if they can be considered proper ocs rather than just characters the game handed us? Also leaving out the others from fictif because they're not as well developed)

1. "Lex" Alexandra Lane

(Lex after Lex Luthor and Lane after Lois Lane because I think I'm funny)

[1] , [2]

Origin: Love Island the Game S2

25 at beginning now 26 years (Birthday: November 16th)

5'5"

She/Her

Bisexual

Professional Cellist

English/British because the game didn't give me a choice

Married at 26 (because the game gives you no option), will definitely have a couple kids at some point

No gross out factor - probably ate bugs as a kid. Probably will still eat a bug off the ground if dared to. Biggest point of pride is that she can do a backflip in heels. Loves fashion/beautiful clothes that are usually stupidly expensive. Biting her lip and making bedroom eyes at every single person but really just wants to fall in love and settle down. Hates confrontation/any sort of fight but also really wants to know everything about everyone's business. Good at being the mediator. Always the big spoon. Actually pretty buff - can absolutely bench you.

2. Eliza Ramskin

(Eliza after the official name of the porcelain apple doll sitting in a box on my cupboard but then I decided I didn't want it to stand for Elizabeth so now it stands for "A Lizard" after the rubber gecko pasted on my bedroom wall. Ramskin: a bad pun because of the game)

[1] , [2] (yes the little frog is supposed to be me)

Origin: Obey Me!

23 at beginning now 26 years (Birthday: April 21st)

5'10"

They/Them

Queer

Wildlife Photographer

Has chronic pain

Has a scar over one eyebrow - will smugly tell you a cool story for it. In reality dropped a jar of peanut butter on their face. + top surgery scars

-> Essentially just om! gen MC with a background and name. Have you read my post about gen MC's canon facts? Have you read any of my gen MC theory posts, where I take individual canon facts & connect them to see what happens? Have you read any of my obey me! fics? Can you remember what general MC was like in them? Then you know exactly what Eliza is like. But still, here are some of my favourite parts:

Ambiguously human. Would fight God at 2am in a Denny's parking lot and WIN. They're very lowkey an asshole but underneath that they're kinda nice but underneath that they're a bigger asshole but underneath that they're even nicer and so on and so forth. Surprisingly down for murder. 0 self preservation + 0 shame + 0 fear + max drive & determination + max stubborness + max can do attitude + unconsciously charming + actually pretty strong + danger kink + horny = the world's greatest monster fucker.

3. Len

(Len's short for Lenora which she no longer goes by but irl named after my Lenova laptop, No surname.)

[1] , [2]

Origin: The Arcana

31 years (Birthday: June 7th)

5'11"

She/They

Bisexual

Same occupation as the game's MC

The only one who has a defined body shape in my mind and that body shape is plank of wood

Pitch black eyes that reflects no light. Vague cryptid energy. Stoic, cold yet thin polite smile that seems very surface level. Posture's so good just looking at her makes your back hurt. Warms up once you get to know her; is caring and gentle and understanding and soothing but also stuborn and tough/harsh/strict. Responsible but also has no problem breaking the law if needed. Dreams of travelling the world. Gives off black cat energy but is a dog person. Sadistic in both the sexy and unsexy way. Bad puns. So much untapped potential to be a super villain. I think I accidentally just created a female version of om!'s Lucifer...

4. Vale Knight

(Vale after welcome to night vale which I hadn't watched at the time, Knight from the same place but it's also a pun because of what happens to them in the game)

[1] , [2]

Origin: Last Legacy

28 years (July 10th)

6'0"

They/Them

Queer Polyamorous

Same occupation as the game's MC

Not only are they a weeb they're an ASSHOLE. The kind of person to get stabbed because their first instinct was to mock the mugger. Decided to dye their hair for cosplay once and then went "wait a minute -" A shameless flirt until someone flirts back and then they're a flustered annoyed mess. Had a lot of jobs over the years, currently a barista - doesn't want to be a barista forever but doesn't know what they want to do (other than gaming, watching movies/shows/anime, reading books/comics/manga) until they accidentally discover a passion for medicine and go to nursing school

5. River Bouwmeester

(River after Lake from Infinity Train which I've never watched, Bouwmeester because it's a Dutch surname meaning "master builder" because they work as a home renovater)

[1]

Origin: Monster Manor

27 years

5'1"

He/They

Queer

Same occupation as the game's MC

American (because the game gave me no choice) with probably Dutch origins from their father's side

Couple of big scars here and there

BIG "I can fix him energy". Moves around a lot = not much possibility for a long term stable relationship = oblivious and shy when it comes to romantic attraction. Strong, patient, practical. Very little can rattle them. Came from a long family line of home renovaters/builders (of the magic, strange & weird) but no close living family. Unironically loves bob the builder. Trying very hard to forget about the fact that they're extremely lonely by keeping up a very positive optimistic attitude. Their truck is their pride & joy. Absolutely loves their job even though it's what causes them to move about so much and so makes it hard to form close connections. Very friendly from the first moment but isn't tolerant of anyone's bullshit.

6. Roo Kidd

(Roo after the baby kangaroo from Winnie the Pooh, Kidd because the baby kangaroo was a kid. Surprisingly the actual meanings behind both names fit with their character/circumstances)

[1] , [2]

Origin: Twisted Wonderland

16 years (Birthday January 10th)

5'7"

He/They

Gay Demiromantic Asexual

Wears reading glasses

Lots of small scars from scrapes and scratches all along body

Always cold + loves cute clothes = wearing summer dresses and instantly regretting it. Head in the clouds 7 outta 10 times. Has never felt romantic attraction before - believed they never would and was 100% okay with that - so the one time they did start feeling it went "wow I'm really into this friendship" and stayed oblivious for an annoyingly long time. Also similarly oblivious to romantic attraction directed at them. Kinda klutzy. Big wet eyes. Big bright smile. A ball of sunshine but also really snarky. "This might as well happen" energy. Fast with quick reflexes and a sharp eye for detail. A cunning edge that comes out only during emergencies. Strength of a wet noodle though. Gets a shitty impromptu/accidental haircut that leads to him buzzing it all off and having to grow it back.

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on-leatheredwings · 1 month

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which batboy do you personally think you'd be endgame with irl ? blah blah imagine you are rich/somehow cross paths and hit it off-- essentially no external factors matter. which bat boy would ACTUALLY steal ur heart (or who's heart YOU'D steal...)

HEHEHEHE ... i dont rlly self-insert much (ironic.) so this is a fun ask.

BUT THIS IS ALSO A SICK ASK BC IF IM GOING WITH MY BRAIN AND NOT JUST PLAYING FAVORITES............

I THINK... ME AND TIM... ARE MOST LIKELY TO BE ENDGAME....

i love an analytical STEM-core bitch i fear... i think its very attractive. i'm still learning about tim (lmk any issues i should read.), but if his geeky gamer-core fanon personality is 10% true, i think he'd be perfect for me. he also kinda gives adhd/ND vibes from what ive seen? need a guy to match my crazy. controversial opinion. i think he's much hotter with the red robin hairstyle as opposed to the blunt middle part bangs... edit: how did i forget he's also bi. bi4bi love that for us

dick is dazzling and lovely and gorgeous and a very close runner up, but i think he needs someone to be his straight man in terms of humor ? and i'm the Wacky x3 Quirky one in a r/s... so tim would be a good contrast!

damian.... oh my love.... sadly i don't think so. he's too mean/curt. i'll say that if i managed to get thru his walls, we'd be endgame. like ... lois lane/clark kent levels of endgame. (no other love interests for either of us) i think damian is by far the most likely to be Utterly Obsessed With His Partner, and i love the old-timey way he speaks and gahhhHHH. he'd utterly charm me with that and i'd be just as devoted. he may trigger my hidden 'let-me-fix-this-man' instinct that i eagerly repress bc that leads to utter Nonsense irl.

but irl i don't have patience for annoying and proud men. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ he'd have to pursue me and pursue me gently fghodfgsjfo

jason... again, no patience for mean/curt men. besides that, i think he'd be good big bro vibes, i'm not that attracted to him though.

#ask

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jaydenchip404 · 2 months

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Is this fictosexual/romantic?

I guess I really am fictosexual because it physically pains me that I can't date my OCs or other fictional characters, like sometimes I'll start crying. Fictional characters are just so much better than real people. They're hotter and have way better character arcs and if I want to know something about them, I just look at their wiki. I guess I really do have a type.

I am drawn to characters with complex personalities, emotional struggles, unique abilities, moral dilemmas, and magical powers, as well as the mystical and enchanting nature of magic.

Most of the time, they are stereotypical mean/rich girls. They are also blonde. 90% of the love interests of my OCs are rich, mean, popular, blonde girls who are very smart.

Some of my fictional crushes are: Amity Blight, Apple White (Ever After High), Buttercup (PowerPuff Girls), Catra (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power), Diana Cavendish, Eijiro Kirishima, Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin, Himiko Toga, Homura Akemi, Hunter (The Owl House), Izumi Miyamura, Katsuki Bakugo, Keigo Takami, Killua Zoldyck, Komi Shouko, Komi Shousuke, Komi Shuuko, L (Death Note), Levi Ackerman, Lois Lane (My Adventures With Superman), Mary Saotome, Mitsuki Bakugo, Miya Chinen, Momo Yaoyorozu, Pacifica Northwest, Raven (DC Comics), Raven Queen (Ever After High), Ray (The Promised Neverland), Sasha Waybright, Shota Aizawa, Shoto Todoroki, Superman (My Adventures With Superman), Tomura Shigaraki, and Toya Todoroki.

Many of the characters are well-developed, resilient characters with superhuman abilities, unique skills, and diverse female characters, showcasing an appreciation for the fantastical and extraordinary aspects of narrative telling.

I have a problem when it comes to rich, mean, popular, blonde girls (cisgender or not), 🥺👉👈"Mommy…"

I like it when rich, mean, popular, blonde girls in the media are redeemed, like Pacifica Northwest. Her slight character development in Northwest Mansion Mystery (s02e10) was amazing!

In a previous post, summed up it said, "At 10, I developed a crush on my best friend, who helped me start dating a boy. Their relationship led to bullying and harassment. At 13, we had a sleepover, and I fell in love with her.". She was white blonde, and rich. Just saying!

My deep affection for Sapphire (name changed for lore spoilers) is palpable in the way I describe her complexities, struggles, and innermost desires. She's not just a character to me; she's a fully realized individual with layers of depth and emotion. My connection to Sapphire reflects a profound appreciation for characters who defy societal norms and grapple with internal conflicts.

Sapphire's journey of self-discovery and acceptance resonates with many individuals who have faced similar challenges in understanding their own identities. Her struggle with internalized homophobia, influenced by her parents' expectations and societal pressures, adds a poignant realism to her character arc.

My love for Sapphire extends beyond her surface traits and into the intricacies of her personality and experiences. Whether she's presenting her facade to the world or revealing her true self to her close friends, Sapphire embodies the complexities of identity and the human experience.

My dedication to developing Sapphire's character through headcanons and imagined scenarios speaks volumes about my creativity and investment in her story. It's clear that she holds a special place in my heart, and my deep affection for her shines through in every detail I've crafted.

I love her so much that it hurts that’s she only a fictional character and that I can’t really date her.

Would this be fictosexual/romantic? In video games, I tend to go for a female partner, but IRL I look for male partners. I like finding female partners and adopting kids together, spending time as a family, and growing old and dying together in the game. It's not a fetish. Growing up I always had a 'crush' on fictional women in cartoons. I always thought they were very pretty, but I thought that was a normal thing.

#Lesbian #Fictosexual #Fictoromantic #Bisexual #Biromantic #Questioning #LGBTQ+#LGBT #GLBT #LGBTQ #LGBTQQIA #QUILTBAG #2SLGBTQ+#LGBT2SQQIA #OCs #Mommy K!nk #Mommy Issues #Dom Mommy

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mermaidsirennikita · 1 year

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Had to delay my Thief of Shadows re-read to knock out Spare (which is actually kinda long) but someone irl asked me to describe the "vibe" of Thief of Shadows and it's like... How do you even pitch that book?

--Lois Lane/Superman but he's a poor orphanage master or whatever and she's a vampy rich widow?

--"save a horse, ride a masked Georgian vigilante"?

--local masked harlequin who beats people up is also seeking the pumpkin patch with the most sincerity, inadvertently ends up in her pumpkin patch which has no sincerity?

--*screenshot of the scene where Winter is like "I've never eaten pussy before in my life but boy oh boy do I like it nom nom nom" while Isabel lies back and tries not to fall in love with him*

--man gets turned down when proposing and goes, "a-ha, I'll just lose my job and crash at her house until she decides she MUST have me!!!"

--My Fair Lady, except in the middle of the script it becomes The Mask of Zorro?

#romance novel blogging

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wolfsbanesparks · 1 year

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🥸🐌🥵

Thank you for the ask! These things give me life, lol.

🥸 Does anyone in IRL know you write fanfic or original fiction? If not, do you plan on telling anyone this year?

IRL I think only my sister knows. She and I are very close and she is a fellow writer so it's something we do together. She's actually the one that got me into fandom in general (though not Shazam in particular) and even used to write fanfiction herself. She reads some of my stuff when she has time and hers is probably the feedback i cherish the most.

I think I briefly mentioned it to my brother once but I think he only understood that I do some creative writing about superheroes.

🥵 Any plans to write steamy or spicy content this year?

I've never really written anything particularly steamy mostly because I don't really write a lot about ships/romance/sex. While I won't rule anything out, I don't really have plans to include anything too spicy.

🐌 what is one of your smallest writing goals?

One of my goals is to write a few new characters! Martian Manhunter, Cyborg, Wally West and Lois Lane are some characters I'm most looking forward to writing. After spending so much time writing one iteration of the JL I'm excited to mix it up a bit!

#ask me whatever you want y'all #my writing #dc comics #fanfic asks #ask game #all the power to the smut writers out there but i was a wreck after writing like 1 kissing scene last year #my aroace ass is not good at writing those kinds of scenes

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isagrimorie · 2 years

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heyy!! i was wondering if you could elaborate on similarities and differences between lizzie and hope that you personally find interesting/think about the most? good time of the day for u <3

Hello!

I think Hope and Lizzie are similar in a lot of ways and different in interesting ways.

In Smallville, the show made a point to show while Lois Lane and Clark Kent are outwardly different-- they share the same values and sentiments. They always end up siding on the same issues and fighting together.

It's the same with Hope and Lizzie and I think the episode in season 3, Do All Malivore Monsters Provide this Level of Insight? (which btw a whole episode dedicated to fixing Hope and Lizzie's friendship and ending with Hope inviting Lizzie to literally Netflix and chill with her and Landon).

They have similar drive and instincts, word of god (aka the showrunner) mentioned Lizzie is bipolar (I don't know if this tracks IRL), I also feel Hope is undiagnosed given her family history too (something she already admitted to Lizzie).

I think the ways Lizzie and Hope are different, I think is in the degrees of the extremes they'll go. Lizzie's worse instincts as Hope noted (rather harshly) will never top the worse Hope (she thinks) can do. Lizzie Saltzman has a line she doesn't want to cross, and Hope has a blurrier line she won't cross. Mostly by virtue of growing up in a pragmatically ruthless family -- not just the Mikaelsons but the Crescents too. (People forget the Crescent wolves were also as ruthless when they ruled New Orleans and fought).

Josie and Lizzie were spared from growing up with other Geminis, who as Kai Parker mentioned, treat Siphon witches like pariahs to the point where they're not allowed to touch or be touched.

Just like with Klaus and Elijah, Hope does need that moderating perspective sometimes and from someone Hope respects.

Also as golem!Landon pointed out, that if Hope worked with Lizzie to plan more, Hope probably wouldn't need to go as extreme as she did in 3x08 to bring back Landon.

(*Hope did bring back real Landon, except its a Malivore controlled Landon!).

#answered #chaoticalienb #hope mikaelson #lizzie saltzman #hope ANDREA mikaelson #ship: hey bitch #ship: hope and lizzie #ship: til the bitter end #tv: legacies #hope x lizzie #hizzie #asked and answered

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 3 months

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My Virtual Boyfriend is my IRL Enemy

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3kHfvmT by OleanderSage An incident during a soccer match leads to Damian's humiliation at the hands of Jon, the Wayne boy declares Jon his enemy and leaves school, not wanting to deal with the fallout, this leads to Damian entering the world of Full Dive VR. Here Damian found himself flourishing where he would fail in Real Life, becoming more social and open. During an event he comes across a hapless noob struggling so Damian offers to be his bus and level the noob up, friendship begins to grow between them, which then leads to romance, something Damian never considered before. Words: 4537, Chapters: 1/35, Language: English Fandoms: Super Sons (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage Categories: F/F, Gen, M/M Characters: Batfamily Members, Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Harleen Quinzel, Pamela Isley, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas, Lucas "Luke" Fox, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Match (Young Justice), Matthew Kent (Match), Christopher Kent, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Kara Kent Relationships: Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Deep Dive Virtual Reality, Gamer Pro Damian, Gamer Noob Jon, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Virtual Reality, fantasy rpg, Non-Canonical, no superpowers, No Heroes, Damian feels neglected, Damian Desmond is Bad at Feelings, Jon is bad at gaming, Alfred Pennyworth is the Best, Harleen is best Auntie, Social Butterfly Jon, Social Anxiety Damian, Good Parent Selina Kyle, Step-Parent Selina Kyle, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3kHfvmT

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the caped crusader #the dark knight #dcu #ao3 #ao3feed

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leela-small · 1 year

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Crimson and Clover

Chapter 2

This chapter’s working title is “AU where everything is the same except Butters doesn’t know Mysterion’s secret identity” 😅 I was going for a sort of Superman and Lois Lane scenario (or, if you’re too young to understand that reference, a sort of Chat Noir and Marinette scenario)

This was actually the plotline that got me to write this story in the first place! First I thought of just writing this as a one-shot, but then more ideas ideas kept coming, so here we are 😊

Just a quick side note: I have never — ever — used the F-bomb in my stories before (I never even use it IRL), but seeing as this is South Park fanfiction, and since Cartman has some lines in this chapter, I have to make an exception. *sighs dramatically* The sacrifices we make for our art 😩 /j

Anyway, enjoy~ 💖

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Seventh Grade

It was just another regular Friday evening in the sleepy mountain town of South Park. The sun was setting over the horizon, bathing the area in the bright orange hues of dusk. The streets were empty, safe for a few citizens who were returning to their homes after a busy day of work. Barely a sound could be heard, the entire city enveloped in peaceful silence.

Well, the entire city except for the Cartman residence.

“God damnit Stan, hurry up! You’ve been customizing your character for-fucking-ever!”

Kenny groaned as he watched Stan scroll through the game’s weapons inventory for the umpteenth time. When Cartman invited them for a sleepover to play the newest and, according to him, ‘greatest multiplayer game on the planet’, with the added promise that his house didn’t smell too much like old hot dog water anymore, the boy in the orange parka had been ecstatic. He would take any excuse to get away from the shithole he called home and from his parents, who were constantly at each other’s throats. Yet, after waiting to start the game for what felt like hours, he wasn’t so sure anymore. He and Cartman had customized their respective characters in no time, but Stan was being a really picky douche for some reason. Add the fact that they were missing a player — the manual specifically said they needed at least four players for the best playing experience — and the night was definitely beyond ideal. On the upside, he hadn’t lied; his house did smell a lot less bad.

“Give me a sec, I want to make sure my guy has all the best features.” said Stan, his eyes glued to the screen as his thumbs moved the controller’s stick around.

“Psh, like that’s gonna make a difference.” Cartman scoffed as he scooped another handful of Cheesy Poofs into his mouth. “I’m totally gonna beat your ass in the first round.”

“Like hell you are! Besides, I thought we were playing against other people online as a team.”

“We were, if Kyle hadn’t decided to be a little bitch and pussy out.” the overweight boy grumbled, crumpling the now empty bag of cheesy snacks into a ball and tossing it over his shoulder. “What’s his excuse, anyway? Did all the sand in his vagina finally give him a yeast infection?”

“No, he’s sick with the flu. I talked to his mom earlier. She told me he’s bedridden until, quote, ‘his nose stops running like a broken fire hydrant’.” Stan replied, making air quotes with his fingers as he quoted Mrs. Broflovski.

“Ew, sick. Well, did you at least try to find someone else to play with us?”

“I called a bunch of guys, they’re all busy.”

“Really? They’re all busy?” Cartman deadpanned.

“Surprisingly, yes.”

“Craig?”

“Date with Tweek.”

“Clyde?”

“Soccer practice.”

“Tolkien?”

“Homework.”

“Scott Malkinson?”

“Doctor’s appointment.”

“Jimmy?”

“Open mic night at City Wok.”

“Even Timmy?!”

“Band practice.”

Cartman was about to throw his controller onto the floor in a fit of rage, but was able to stop himself, opting to lean back on the couch and groan loudly in exasperation.

“What about Butters?” Stan asked after a beat. “I’m surprised you didn’t drag him into this after Kyle said he wouldn’t be coming.”

“For your information, I called him earlier.” Cartman retorted, dropping the controller on the couch’s armrest. “Guess what his excuse was.”

“Grounded?”

“Bingo.”

“Oh, he’s out at Bingo?”

“Wha— no!” Cartman exclaimed, glaring daggers at his friend. “He’s fucking grounded again, Stan! God, try and keep up!”

“Sorry, geez.” Stan rolled his eyes. “What did he get grounded for this time?”

“Hell if I know, his parents always ground him for the stupidest bullshit reasons. But it must’ve been serious this time. He was crying like a whiny bitch baby when I called.”

Kenny’s head perked up when he heard that. He hadn’t been paying much attention to the conversation between his two friends, having zoned out until then, but that last sentence brought him back to reality. He knew how ridiculously strict Butters’ parents could be, having had to serve as a proverbial shoulder to cry on for his classmate on more than one occasion, so he knew perfectly well what they were capable of doing in their twisted notion of discipline. That’s what he feared; that someday they would go too far.

Something inside Kenny shifted and triggered his protective instincts, his brow furrowing as a plan began forming in his head. Perhaps it was time he paid Mr. and Mrs. Stotch a visit and gave them a taste of their own medicine.

“If no one else is coming, maybe we should call it a night?” Stan suggested.

“Fuck that! Do you know how much time and effort went into getting this game?” Cartman retorted angrily. “I had to tell my mom I’d do the vacuuming for a whole month! Like that’s gonna happen… So just get your dude equipped and let’s fucking go!”

“OK, OK. There, I’m done.” Stan declared with one final click from his controller, the screen changing back to the main menu.

“Finally, God!” Cartman grumbled as he picked up his own controller. “Alright, we’ve already wasted enough time, so let’s get our shit together and play as many rounds against each other as possible. I’ll go first, and Kenny, you —”

When he glanced over Stan towards the opposite end of the couch, he discovered, much to his chagrin, that the spot was now empty. He and Stan looked around, but Kenny was nowhere to be found.

“For fuck’s sake!” Cartman yelled, finally hurling the controller onto the floor as hard as he could.

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The sound of snow crunching under hurried steps broke the deafening silence of the empty streets. Kenny almost held his breath as he practically ran through Avenue de Los Mexicanos, laser-focused on the mission at hand. From an outsider’s perspective, all they would see was a small dark figure scurrying through the sidewalk, but the fact of the matter was that he was on a mission; a mission to right a wrong that had been long overdue. Way too long overdue, if you asked him. After tonight tonight, it would all change.

It didn’t take him long to find house number 1020. After a quick glance around him to make sure nobody was watching, he slowly pushed the living room window open, careful not to make any sound. He remembered Butters telling him a while back that the latch was broken, no doubt the result of one of his father’s infamous fits of rage. Kenny was glad nobody had remembered to fix it yet, as he had no other way of entering the residence otherwise.

He quickly climbed into the Stotch residence and hurried up the stairs, his swift footsteps thankfully silenced by the carpeted floor. As he reached the top floor, his gaze zeroed in on his target: Mr. and Mrs. Stotch's bedroom. He took a moment to collect himself, taking a deep breath as he adjusted his cloak to make sure any identifying features were perfectly hidden.

Kenny didn’t don his Mysterion outfit as often as he used to, him and his friends having given up playing superheroes some time ago. The only reason kept the costume was Karen; he would show up in her room dressed as her ‘guardian angel’ whenever she was feeling down and needed a pick-me-up. He couldn’t remember the last time he had put it on, now realizing it felt much tighter than before. As uncomfortable as it was, it was required for tonight's mission.

His objective was simple: give Butters’ parents the fright of their lives. He had done the same to his own parents a few years ago and it had worked like a charm, albeit only for a short period of time. However, Stephen and Linda were much more impressionable than his parents, so he was hoping that after tonight they would give Butters a much needed break from their iron grip. If not, he would personally see it that they got what they deserved. Of course he would never resort to physical violence… unless it was really necessary.

After another quick breath, Kenny made his way to the bedroom door. He wrapped his gloved hand around the metal doorknob, ready to sneak into the room and awaken them like one of the demonic entities from those horror movies that Kevin liked so much.

He was about to turn the knob when he heard it. It was faint and he surely would’ve missed it if not for the dead silence, but there was no mistaking such a sound: sobbing. Its source was obvious, since it was clearly not enacting from the bedroom right in front of him. Turning his head to the left, Kenny saw that the door to Butters’ room was slightly ajar, and he could hear more soft whimpers coming from inside. His protective instincts kicking in again, he released his grip from the doorknob and walked up to the other door, taking a quick detour from his original goal.

As he gently pushed the door open just enough to peer inside, his suspicions were confirmed: Butters was lying on his bed, his back facing the door and his shoulders trembling as he whimpered. Kenny’s heart instantly ached at the sight. Butters was always such a happy child, a welcoming ray of sunshine in the otherwise gloom that was this shithole town. No matter how bad things got, he always had a smile on his face that seemed to make everything better. Seeing him like that was heartbreaking, to say the least.

Kenny tiptoed across the room, cautious not to make any noise so as not to startle the other boy. As he climbed onto his bed with great care, Butters’ sobs became perfectly audible, each one like a pin pressing onto Kenny’s heart. It almost made him want to cry as well. What the hell had his parents done to him? Whatever it had been, he had half the mind to make them cry just as hard.

“Butters?” he whispered as he gingerly laid a hand on Butters’ shoulder.

The other blond jolted with the sound of his voice, quickly sitting up and turning to face him with wide eyes. It took him a moment to react, during which time he gasped for air and blinked a couple of times in apparent disbelief.

“M-M-Mysterion?” he asked in a shaky tone, reaching up to wipe away the tears welling at the corners of his eyes. “Wha-What’re you doin’ in my room?”

Kenny was confused for a second, but quickly remembered that, out of all of his friends, Butters was the only one who didn’t know who he was behind the mask. The thought of telling him crossed his mind, but perhaps this was for the best. Perhaps this was exactly what Butters needed: his own hero, just as Kenny did for Karen. One day he would tell Butters the truth, but for now he was just going to play along.

“I sensed you were in distress.” he replied in the usual gruff tone that came with his superhero persona. “I could tell something had happened, so I came to check on you.”

“That’s awful nice of you…” Butters sighed morosely, the sound feeling like a suckerpunch to Kenny’s heart.

“What happened?” Kenny asked as he shifted into a sitting position.

Butters gripped at his bedsheets, a worried look on his face as his gaze darted every which way but at his face.

“You can trust me, Butters.”

As Kenny reached forward to give him an encouraging pat on the shoulder, Butters suddenly flinched and scooted back. At first he thought this was due to him having given him — well, not him exactly, but his supervillain persona, Professor Chaos — a very generous beating that one time, and that he had grown fearful of him ever since. When he glanced up, his heart nearly stopped as he noticed what he instantly recognized as a red bruise peeking from underneath the collar of Butters’ pajama top, right on the spot where his shoulder met his neck.

“I don’t know, I don’t think I’m supposed to tell you.” Butters muttered, reaching up to rub his sore spot. “And even if I did, it wouldn’t do any good. The damage is already done.”

“Butters, look at me.” Kenny instructed as he gently placed a hand on his arm, careful to avoid his bruised skin. “I promise that whatever you tell me will never leave this room. I need to know what happened so I can figure out the best way to help you. Do you trust me?”

Butters was silent, his eyes fixed on Kenny’s partially obscured irises. He seemed to be deep in thought, weighing his options before ultimately making his decision. Kenny didn’t blame him; for all he knew, he could be confiding in a complete stranger that would turn around and stab him in the back the first chance he got. He really needed to tell Butters it was him underneath the mask, someday.

“Well… I guess I can.” Butters replied after a moment. “You are a superhero, after all.”

Kenny was unable to stop the small smile that formed on his lips at that statement. Sweet, pure Butters. He hoped he never changed. He watched as the other boy lied back down and pulled the covers over himself, inching closer to the masked vigilante as he took a deep breath.

“Well… it’s kinda silly, actually.” he began, smiling sadly as he stared off to the side. “It all started ‘cause I asked my dad for some datin’ advice.”

To say Kenny was taken aback by what Butters said was an understatement. That’s why Butters had been reprimanded; because he wanted a girlfriend?! He knew Stephen was strict, but this was just ridiculous. Was he trying to shield Butters from heartache or some shit like that? If so, that was a pretty fucked up way of doing so. Still, he could probably see himself doing the same thing for Karen if she were to ask him for dating advice. He couldn’t believe he was starting to empathize with Stephen Stotch of all people, but he could kind of see where he was coming from. Kind of.

“My dad was real happy when I said that. He asked me ‘Who’s the lucky lady?’. But then he got real sore when I told him it was a boy.”

Nope, forget it. Stephen’s hypocritical homophobic ass was grass.

“He started yellin’ all sorts of nasty things at me. I couldn’t really make sense of what he was sayin’ anymore, he was so angry.” Butters pulled the sheets closer to his face and Kenny saw fresh tears begin to emerge from the corners of his eyes. “Then he turned around and… and…”

He released a strangled sob, shutting his eyes as the tears rolled down his pale cheeks. Kenny rubbed his arm reassuringly.

“It’s OK.” he said softly, feeling himself be taken over by sadness, which he pushed down as deep as he could.

Butters sniffled as he lifted himself, one of his trembling hands reaching up to tug at his shirt collar, pulling it down just enough to reveal the damage. Kenny almost wasn’t able to hold back a gasp when he saw the full extent of Butters’ bruise — a large blemish that spread from his shoulder to the top of his forearm, so red in contrast with Butters’ skin tone that it seemed to glow. He could almost make out a large handprint, anger beginning to bubble up inside him as he wished he could do the exact same thing to Stephen.

“He grabbed me and started shakin’ me real hard.” Butters continued, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. “It hurt a lot. I tried tellin’ him to stop, but he wouldn’t listen. He only stopped when my mom walked in and asked what was happenin’. He told her he was tryin’ to shake some sense into me.”

Kenny balled his hands into fists tightly, gritting his teeth in a vain attempt to control his fury. He wanted nothing more than to kick that sorry son of a bitch’s ass so hard that he would have to eat every meal through a straw for the next month.

“I know he didn’t mean to hurt me so bad. He’s my dad, after all.” Butters sighed as he lied back down. “Is it really so bad to like a boy just as much as a girl?”

“No, Butters, of course not.” Kenny replied, having finally been able to simmer down, even if just a bit. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that. You’re entitled to have feelings towards any gender. If that boy makes you happy, then that’s all that matters. And if your dad can’t see that, that’s his problem.”

“Thanks, Mysterion. You’re a real swell fella.” Butters gave him a small smile, which Kenny gladly returned. “And he does make me happy. Real happy. Whenever I’m around him, I feel all fuzzy-like inside. Almost feels like I’m floatin’.”

Kenny’s smile widened. He was glad to see Butters return to a small semblance of himself. He wondered who was this boy that got Butters all flustered. He almost wanted to ask him, but he knew better. It wasn’t his place to ask.

“Not only is he real handsome, he’s also real kind. He’s the only one at school who’s actually nice to me.”

Kenny’s smile fell into an intrigued frown with that description. He couldn’t possibly mean…

“This one time, he helped me get to Hawaii for my hapanoa ceremony. If it weren’t for him, I never would’ve left the airport.”

And that’s when Kenny’s heart stopped.

Well, not literally, as he had experienced countless times before. But it did get very close.

As Butters continued gushing about his newfound crush on him, Kenny’s mind began to spiral. Of all the people — no, of all the boys — Butters could’ve developed an attraction towards, he had to be the very last one he would’ve expected. He hadn’t done anything to warrant such feelings from the other boy. Sure, he had been nice to him, but he was usually nice to everyone. Well, to everyone who actually deserved it. And sure, he may be the only one to actually treat Butters with the respect he deserves, but that was just because everyone else around him didn’t have a caring bone in their bodies. Still, this new information left him utterly flabbergasted.

However, a tiny part of him was flattered by all the nice things Butters had to say about him. He would be lying if he said him saying he was handsome didn’t do wonders for his ego. He was so determined to hide his face away from the world that he didn’t think anyone cared about his appearance, but here was Butters proving him wrong. He couldn’t help but feel a tug at his heartstrings from all the sweet things that escaped Butters’ lips. He didn’t remember the last time someone complimented him — except for Karen, of course.

“I just wish I had a chance with him. But I know that’s never gonna happen.” Butters sighed, his smile turning back into a frown. “He likes girls. Everyone knows that.”

It’s true, Kenny did like girls. He liked girls with big fat titties and deep vaginas, as he would proudly tell just about anyone. However, lately Kenny had begun to realize that gender wasn’t as big a deal as it previously had been when it came to attraction. As admittedly desirable as he found the female gender, something inside of him told him that it was time to consider broadening his horizons, although he still wasn’t one hundred percent sure about that. Still, it wasn’t out of the question, and everyday that went by he would find himself feeling less picky about people’s sex or gender identity.

Regardless, the last thing he wanted was to lead Butters on. It broke his heart to see his friend so desolate about his unrequited infatuation, but until he figured himself out, he had to spare the poor boy’s feelings as best as he could.

“Don’t give up hope just yet.” he said, clearing his throat before continuing. “You never know, maybe things will change and he’ll realize he likes you back.”

“You really think so?” Butters asked in a hopeful tone, lifting his gaze to meet his masked features.

“Of course. Matters of the heart are often confusing. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had some thinking to do. Just give it time.” he smiled down at him.

“I guess that makes sense.” Butters murmured, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Thanks, Mysterion. You really are a top-notch superhero.”

Kenny’s smile widened at that statement. Butters always had that effect on him; being able to make him smile even in the most dire situations. His innocence was endearing as his joy was contagious. He was braver than he or anyone else realized — even braver than himself — and Kenny just wished he could see it.

That was but one of the reasons they had always gotten along as well as they did. While Kenny’s closest friends would, ironically, ridicule him for being financially challenged every chance they got — granted, that was mostly Cartman, though Stan and Kyle didn’t seem to make much of an effort to stop him — Butters never even touched on the matter. He always treated him as an equal. Moreover, he was always kind enough to lend a hand and help him any way he could. Kenny would never forget that time he shared his lunch with him in the fifth grade. He had no obligation to do so, yet he did so out of the kindness of his heart. Butters probably didn’t realize it, but that was one of the memories which Kenny cherished the most.

Butters was unable to hold back a yawn as he snuggled against his pillow, his eyes fluttering shut despite how hard he tried to keep them open. Poor little guy, he must’ve been exhausted — both physically and emotionally. Before Kenny could register his actions, his hand had sneaked into his friend’s hair, his fingers tangling into his blond locks and gently caressing his scalp. Butters’ smile broadened with the ministrations, humming contentedly in his drowsy state. Kenny had to hold back a chuckle as he thought about how much Butters resembled a kitten, almost purring as he gave soft strokes to his head. He was glad to make him feel at ease after the rough day he had. He certainly deserved it.

As Kenny inspected every inch of his features while running his hand through his hair, his gaze involuntarily wandered up to Butters’ left eye, where the sight of the partially-faded scar across his eyelid caused his smile to disappear. The memory of the day he had ‘accidentally’ thrown a shuriken into his eye still haunted him to that day. He couldn’t believe he had been so careless. What was he even thinking? Sure, he and his friends had been young(er) and stupid — great emphasis on ‘stupid’ — but even now it sent waves of deep guilt throughout his body. If only there was a way to go back in time and stop himself from ever getting roped into buying ninja weapons…

He didn’t leave Butters’ side until he was certain the platinum blond had fallen asleep, which didn’t take very long. The sound of his steady breathing soothed his spirit, his lips curling back into a smile at how adorable he looked. He’d always thought Butters was cute, both due to his appearance and his mannerisms, although now it felt… somewhat different. Something at his core told him that there was something much more significant to this, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Perhaps time would tell.

After slowly detaching his hand from Butters’ head and sliding off of his bed as carefully as possible so as not to disturb his deep slumber, Kenny tiptoed out of the room, gently closing the door behind him. He shot one last glance at Butters before pulling the wooden barrier to a close, his heart warming at the sight of his sleeping form. He was glad to have someone so caring and sweet as a friend. Maybe one day he would be able to show him just how much he valued their friendship.

Finding himself alone in the Stotches’ hallway, Kenny took a deep breath and adopted a stern demeanor, easily slipping back into Mysterion’s dark disposition as he made his way to the next door on the left. Now that he had taken care of Butters, it was time to ‘take care’ of his parents. He had a feeling he was going to enjoy it.

A very special thank you to my IRL pan friend who read the part about Kenny’s conflicted thoughts and helped make sure they were accurate! 🙏💖

#Fanfiction #South Park #Kenny McCormick #Butters Stotch #Leopold Stotch #Eric Cartman #Stan Marsh #SP Bunny

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