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varianwinchester · 1 year
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You know following @thestorytimeguy has made me realize of all the stories and history that have been neglected from different backgrounds. Latino and Aztec/Mesoamericano stories but also African and African American stories. But neglected I mean we hear so often iterations of the Brothers Grimm, Aesops Fables, Hans Christian Andersen, etc. and not those stories. Stories from a racially diverse background.
We are getting a new The Little Mermaid.
I’ve always been distant with these live action remakes because they seem like a downgrade to the beautiful original. Flawed as some of them may be these originals have worth. It is way much more worth than these live action remakes that offer more often than not poor soundtracks, extra time and for what? The same exact story! Nothing new is really not added! And if things are altered the changes feel weird because you know they are changes! And the special effects although props to all the workers, they just don’t have the same freedom animation has and can’t do the scenes already done good justice. They cater to the nostalgia of their older audience and leave their new audiences confused on these attempts sometimes.
I digress, anyways… this “Ariel” is black and yk the rest of her sisters are racially diverse too (I hope this is given a purpose like each sister comes from and rules a separate ocean of the seven seas, that would be cool) but like when Ariel’s actress was announced I wasn’t one of those people who were like “that’s not how Ariel is supposed to look like” but I also don’t see their reasoning. Is this supposed to be representation? Because even though there’s not really a “supposed to” for a mythical creature this is a white story. I do hope there’s a purpose like the aforementioned because then you have your POC with a story that is not their own. That is not REPRESENTING them.
I mean unless you do something exciting with a remake or retelling. Because Disney is doing both with this Little Mermaid- remember Hans Christian Andersen’s little mermaid was some different. I think like despite the story of The Frog Prince being German, the remix The Princess and the Frog put on it- showing the culture of New Orleans, putting role model relationships and a role model princess- is representation going right. Although yeah I agree the whole half a movie as a frog is a bit of the opposite of representation you still have the cast diverse (the crew could use some work but through the movie you can at least tell they did their research). There’s a new trailer of the upcoming Little Mermaid out… and the first teaser was honestly exciting I had hopes anticipating what they might do for this remake. How naive I am. This new trailer showed the EXACT SAME SCENES AS THE 1989 MOVIE. Dude the EXACT same dialogue. I know because I know it like the back of my hand! (Ariel was my sister’s favorite princess) How disappointing it was! I will say maybe a wider view “I-can-show-you-the-world” Under the Sea sequence sounds cool and the way Ursula’s tentacles lit up was real cool.
I had some disconnect when I saw Halle Bailey react to her Ariel doll. Which is amazing don't get me wrong! I really don't know why I felt this, maybe because she said Ariel was her favorite Disney character and now it looks like her. I hope I am not insensitive in saying that I don't quite understand that?
I mean when it comes to dolls I know there's like a whole other history and issues- some I am sure linked to film, so that is a whole other branch in topic. But my feelings I am referring to is besides dolls. More of referring to the argument that it is good for Ariel to be a POC for the young generations to see “themselves” in roles they would want to emulate. I do hope that kids aren’t limited by skin color. I hope that they don’t look at these animated princesses and think “I can never be them, I’m not white.” Be whoever you want to be in heart and outfits/dress-up. (A different story if literally working in parks of course.) It’s not like I don’t understand though what it means to see your color on the screen. Even despite dressing up as Cinderella and Snow White when I was young, having a favorite princess in the former, I still had felt this ethereal connection to Pocahontas. Although not my culture (not anyone's really) it meant something that she looked like me.
I guess that is what they are striving for with this remake. But we have on come so far from the thinking of the 90s to just take that now. On the matter of it doesn't matter what the princess or hell superhero looks like, let me clarify: yes that is a bit of a “colorblind” statement and I still stand by that for I contend it is the right kind of clot blindness for a child to have. But as adults, as movie creators, and occupants of this society that race was built into, we can't be colorblind because you neglect the trials, tribulations, and triumphs behind the race. And that is what this "representation" does.
That's what this new Little Mermaid is. I applaud the representation of movies like Moana and Encanto, their flaws still present, these films gave the adventure and role models and lessons and culture behind the ethnicity of these characters. The cast and characters delivering their own new stories. THEIR OWN.
Like aside from race representation, what I think would be a bit more than surface level representation would be casting queer actors in the roles of Ariel and Ursula. This movie and story is a queer allegory through and through. The mermaid who had body dismorphia, who didn't belong. That was the story when (possibly queer) Hans Christian Andersen wrote it and that essence remained in Disney’s 1989 adaptation – of course in their version the mermaid gets the happy ending well in the OG she did not. As far as I can tell Halle Bailey is not queer. Melissa McCarthy is a strong ally, and in fairness she has performed as a drag queen. Which if you didn’t know the design for Ursula was inspired by drag queen Divine. And she apparently "stays true" to animated Ursula. Which again- mixed feelings after all if you are going to make a live action, make it your own! Not a copy, not Will Smith trying to be Robin Williams’ Genie. Make it Will Smith being Will’s Genie.
But Ursula I think they went the safe route because although the queer community has pretty much claimed the sea witch as their own, the issue of and complexity of queer coding villains arises. Yet I’m still in favor for Alex Newell playing Ursula. That’s based on merit too! Like did you HEAR their performance on Disney’s Pride celebration?? Since maybe with that fan-cast other issues might come about, hear me out, instead of a live action Little Mermaid, what about- another Alex Newell featuring project- Once on This Island?!
Once on This Island is a musical adaptation of 1985 novel “My Love, My Love; or, The Peasant Girl” by Rosa Guy, a Caribbean retelling of Has Christian Andersen’s fairy tale The Little Mermaid. It was nominated for 8 Tony Awards back in 1991. It would be an excellent story to put to the screen! A fact that Disney even acknowledged. Disney+ announced a pro shot of the stage version back in 2020 and no one’s followed up, so here’s me following up!
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jesncin · 3 months
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"Who Is Superman? A Private Interview with Lois Lane" a fancomic about hope and connection. I've had this story in mind for so long and I'm very excited to be able to share it at last. Thank you for reading, and happy Lunar New Year!
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mobius-m-mobius · 5 months
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Most purpose is more burden than glory. And trust me, you never wanna be the guy who avoids it ’cause you can’t live with the burden.
LOKI APPRECIATION WEEK 2023 | for @dailyloki Day 6 : Favorite Quote
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lisa-russell · 5 months
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FOR THE FANS OUT THERE WHO CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF SPLATOON.
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UPDATE: Sweet! EGGSTRA WORK THIS WEEKEND!
"Learn the rules like a Pro, so you can break them like an Artist"-Pablo Picasso
If your like me and love reading, listening and seeing fanart,music and stories all based around Splatoon...well look no futher!
IF ya wanna see a bunch of amusing and comedic, like memes or mini comics collected from all just #sploonies. (I also have links too some of my own stuff lol)
Do me a favor and reblog this! or...atleast share it! More inkfolk who see thia the better!
# splatsville sploonies if yah wanna see all dah memes ive reblogged from tumblr!
HERE IS A LIST OF 83 STORIES ALL LOVINGLY WRITTEN BY FELLOW FANS LIKE YOURSELF.
I reaaaad alllooot. So these are what I get when the game ain't enough. I made this lil list from myself and others. Authors who have taken their time to let us dive into their inky tales or love, danger,action,fluff and... the risqué.
AND THIS IS A PLAYLIST OF....
Yah your reading right. Over 377 songs. Remixes, Fanmade, Originals and so much more!
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CHECK THIS OUT!
Ya, 6 links up but they lead too some really good fan comics. I consider small panels one and full series. Feel free teh let me know or suggest some!
.......My stuff lol so can keep track.
Prologue of a sorta half-planned au Splatoon story.
And an INDEPTH AND UPDATED AGENT 4 SIDE ORDER THOERY BLOG!
This a rather interesting Reddit Post about how music effects Inklings and Octolings!
An A.I Assistant thoughts(?) On Octo Expansion sanitizing and dah memverse cure...
These are also link's tah my Artwork.
Latest Update!
Below one has dah older handrawn on paper work of mine.
And my more r3cent digital work...word of warning I take weeks tah months just tah finish one..I'm a bit of a perfectionist and detail lover lol...
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agentc0rn · 2 months
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La vie est une fleur dont l'amour est le miel - Victor Hugo
"Az/The sun shines down" orchestra remix (youtube.com)
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katabay · 6 months
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revisiting/redrawing of this comic!
now that I'm halfway through blocking out the individual chapters of bad governance, there are: character arcs! themes! conversation that fit in the greater context of a story instead of a handful of loose ideas that rattle around in my head!
the original conversation got chopped up and split across several different scenes (sulla felix is the one who calls pompeyo a wild dog that dreams of being a king now!), so now I'm playing around with this specific one: the start of cassio's politician arc
I'm also kicking around the idea of renaming brutus to liberato. we'll see if it sticks!
I've also been fucking around with photo/collage type backgrounds on my other blog (I like the aesthetic, but I probably won't do it as much for the actual comic itself), the difference is for bad governance, I can just use my own lmao
bsky ⭐ pixiv ⭐ pillowfort ⭐ cohost
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asoftershipwrecked · 3 months
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five of cups
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nakanotamu · 1 year
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Starting to get the impression there might be something lgbt going on with these 2
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kudzuoath · 8 months
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Needful Things
With the reappearance of symptoms foretelling of his arcane hunger, Gale seeks out the party’s paladin to plead his case. He needs help. Hopefully Odette is the kind of person he believes her to be. 
Or, Gale and Odette experience mutual attraction and care. Neither one of them acknowledges it.
The party’s paladin was taciturn, and brutal on the field of battle. Not someone he typically would have felt drawn to. But then he watched the way Odette interacted with the tiefling children at the grove. Kindly. With a soft voice and a reassuring hand.
Or in the case of the little helion Mol, with a grin and a witty rejoinder that came to her lips as if it were second nature.
There were other things, too. The way she threw herself headlong into danger, flaming greatsword first, the moment she spotted someone in need. How she treated each battle like a game of lanceboard – or the way she carefully handled and collected the books they came across in their travels.
That last bit was the first thing he’d noticed actually – only someone who loved them the way he did would handle them with such care. Even the copies she set back down. It’s not what he expected from a warrior – though perhaps he was letting his biases get the better of him with that.
There was something about her. Under the blood and the bared teeth and the black tattoos covering her neck and forearms. A cleverness. A curiosity. And tying it all together, a surprising kindness.
So one evening in camp he approached her. She was sitting close to the fire, hunched over a tome they’d found in the ruined temple of Jergal.
“That looks like a fascinating read,” he said, unable to help himself.
Odette startled. She nearly took his leg out with her tail when it whipped back and forth. “What?”
“The book?”
“Oh – oh. Yes.” With a faint frown, she closed it and gave him her full attention. Her mismatched eyes were curious – but wary. Not unusual for her, he’d noticed. Though he had also just managed to sneak up on her.
“Did – you need something, Gale?”
“Well, all this travel and adventure has made it somewhat difficult to find my moment, but there’s something rather important I need to speak with you about – if you would be inclined to listen to me this fine evening.”
“Isn’t everything these days?” She gestured at the log she’d perched on, the faintest of half smiles breaking through her stoicism. “Have a seat. Unspool your woes. You won't be the first.”
He itched to ask more about the book. But that wasn’t what he was here for. “How shall I begin… ah! Yes! The beginning. You see, since you freed me from that stone I found myself trapped in I have seen you demonstrate remarkable guile and courage –”
Her smile dropped for some reason. And – was her gaze a little frosty all of the sudden? Did she not believe him?
“ – The way you diffused the tension between Aradin and Zevlor! How you convinced Kagha to release the girl. Or charged in to save that boy from those harpies. And you’ve demonstrated a fair amount of temperance as well – many a paladin would have run that fellow at the bottom of Jergal’s temple through, even though he’d shown no will to harm us! In short, I’ve grown to trust you, Odette.”
Silence. For several seconds that, by the third one, were starting to send prickles of unease down his spine. My but didn’t this woman have a stare on her that could freeze fire! The thing was, he couldn’t see what he’d done to invite it.
Though… perhaps it was just her face? It wasn’t the first time. She only really seemed to gentle around the very young, or very vulnerable. Perhaps it took conscious effort to do so.
“I see.” Another pause. “You’re being genuine, aren’t you?”
He balked. “Of course I am! I am many things, but I’ve never been accused of lying about my feelings towards others.”
That faint smile returned, and she let out a soft little laugh under her breath. She shook her head and ran a hand through her short raven curls with a sigh. “No, you wouldn’t would you? You have my apologies, Gale. I’m not particularly used to people being so complimentary.”
“With how often you save people?” He couldn’t help but ask.
“Gratitude and… flattery are different things, I think. Or… compliments, isn’t it? That’s what they are when they’re genuine…” This last bit was to herself.
He might have been offended if not for how clearly baffled she was. Personally, he didn’t know what to make of her reaction. It was… odd. And it made him wonder what she’d been doing before the Nautiloid captured them. What roads had their Paladin walked? And what Oath now kept her?
“Well, nevertheless,” he said, pushing forward. “The reason I make a point of saying this is that I’ve grown confident enough to tell you something I’ve yet to tell another living soul. Except for my cat.”
She turned to face him fully now. The only hint of emotion he could glean from her face was in the tilt of her head, and the slight furrow beginning to form between her brows. His heart leapt into his throat as the moment came to bear down on him. This was it. He may well find himself a wizard alone. And he was no Elminster – particularly not now, between the tadpole and the orb.
“You see I have this… condition. Very different from the parasite we share. And just as deadly.”
“Can it be cured?” she asked. Immediate, serious. She was sitting at attention and leaning in, examining him with fresh eyes and real, visible concern. He noted the moment she spotted the darkened veins around his eye, and began to follow them down to where they vanished under his shirt. Surely not the first time they’d been noticed. But the first they might hold her any significance.
The way she looked at him. Ready to leap to his aid. It made his throat feel a little tight. And brought to mind his befeathered and bewhiskered friend back in Waterdeep.
“No, it cannot be cured,” he said softly. Swallowing around a lump in his throat. He cleared it and sat up straighter himself. “And I can assure you I left no page unturned in reaching that conclusion.”
Odette seemed to draw back slightly as he said this, eyes shuttered. Something he couldn’t blame her for, given he’d all but told her his days were numbered. Woe betide them all should she learn of exactly how numbered all of their days might be, purely by virtue of his company.
Though that revelation… that one he’d keep close to the chest a while longer. If he were very lucky – lucky enough to survive the tadpole, and find his way back to his tower – she need never know the extent of the threat he posed.
“I can keep this condition under control, as indeed I've done for a significant amount of time! But that was under different circumstances altogether. Home, in Waterdeep.”
“Gale… stop blowing hot air and tell me what you need.” Her voice cracked on the last word, and her hands were fists in her trousers.
“What it comes down to is this,” he said, holding up a finger. He was patently unable to give up his habit of lecturing. Particularly with his nerves strung tight enough to snap and his heart a throbbing drum trying to choke him. He trusted her. He could only hope she proved worthy of it. He thought she would. Hoped.
“Every so often, I need to get my hands on a powerful magical item and absorb the Weave inside.”
There.
“...Are you telling me you’re addicted to magic?” Odette said. Her voice was flat, toneless. But her hands were no longer fists.
“What? No – no. It’s nothing like that. Magic isn’t some – some narcotic to me. It’s literally a lifesaver.”
She stared at him. “It’s not that I doubt you – only that I’ve seen what can happen to people addicted to drink when they go too long without it.” Her voice darkened. “What they can do to people. And how, ultimately, the lack of it can kill them.”
The unfortunate thing was, she had a point with that comparison. Even if it didn't apply here.
“Were it an addiction, it might provide some other benefit than keeping me alive,” he said. And realized a moment after doing so that technically, it did. In that it was also keeping everyone and everything else in his vicinity alive and intact. But – no. Not that. Not now. “It is more a salve for a burn, medicine for an infection – though it wont cure what ails me.”
A new tension in her shoulders drained away. “I see.”
“I would not burden anyone other than myself with this were the stakes not so high, and the means of obtaining such artifacts challenging for a humble wizard to face alone.” He leaned forward. Fear sawed at him now. He hadn’t expected her to agree outright of course – he still didn’t. But he had to absorb something, and soon. Elsewise all might well be lost, tadpole be damned. “It’s been a tenday at least since I last consumed an artifact – since before we were abducted. It’s only a matter of time before my craving returns.”
In truth, he could feel it already. An unpleasant tingling numbness deep in his chest. One that made his heart beat just slightly out of tune. That froze his lungs. It was only a bit of morning frost at the moment. But all too soon he would be reduced to gasping on his back, hands pressed to his chest as if that might hold the snarling demon within at bay.
“That is why I turn to you, I need you to help me find magic items to consume,” he said. Intense. Unable to help himself even though he’d planned the rational facade. His hand was pressed over his hammering heart, fingers clawed in his shirt. The memory of what was soon to come biting under his palm. “It is vital. Dare I say it, critical.”
There weren’t words to describe the danger. His panic at perhaps being rejected. He would turn to petty thievery if he must. Not for his own sake, but for the sake of every living being around them, should it come to that. He would need them, if only to clear enough ground so as to minimize the hells he would unleash in his death.
Odette was watching him with a new wariness. His intensity had perhaps been… a little much. But once he’d noticed that creeping hunger in his chest… the panic had taken root in his tongue. Though it might prove needful. And may well have served to illustrate his genuine need better than if he’d managed to remain collected.
“Where are we going to find these items?” she said.
That wasn’t a no.
“We’ve already done the finding – in fact you have one in your possession as we speak.” He gestured to where her greatsword lay. It glowed like a dying ember, even sheathed. “You know for yourself how hardwon such an item was and it will be no easier when even more are required to assuage my hunger.”
As he’d said before – he was no liar. He wouldn’t pretend this would be easy. The least of what he owed her was that honesty.
“There will be danger involved. Or great cost.”
Odette’s eyes had remained on her sword as he spoke. He’d heard the tale of how she’d gotten it. On the Nautiloid. From a devil. His understanding was that it had been a difficult battle, barely won and only undertaken out of sheer desperation with the temporary alliance of her illithid captors. Giving her allies the time they needed to reach the alien transponder that had ultimately dumped them all into this wilderness.
She let out a long sigh, and unsheathed the weapon. Flames danced up and down the blade, merrily viscous. Its sudden heat made the night air steam slightly around them. Very carefully, she offered him the hilt, and met his gaze.
“Take it."
Gale’s mouth didn’t quite fall open, but it was near thing. He stared at the sword instead.
And then his panic melted away like so much snow falling on a wildfire. He’d expected… well. He hadn’t known what to expect. But Odette disarming herself was not among them. He’d been right. As he typically was of course. Right to trust her. Right to tell her. Like his panic, his tension drained too. And all at once the symptoms of his hunger felt far less pressing.
For indeed, they were less pressing. It was the fear. There was still time. And to feed it too soon… it might upset the balance. Might increase its need to consume. He would have a hard enough time keeping up with it as things were. No need to tempt fate.
“I knew I could count on you!” he said. “And – and utterly pleased as I am by your enthusiasm, there is still time. I did not leave things quite until the last moment. I’m a good deal cleverer than that! Keep your weapon for now. Perhaps we shall find something less dear to be parted with. Faerun overflows with magically infused treasure after all!”
Odette considered him for a moment, but re-sheathed her sword.
Then, in a move that made his heartbeat stutter she set her hands on his shoulders and squeezed lightly.
“Thank you. For asking for help, Gale. I know… it’s not an easy thing.”
Her gaze was as true as her heart was. And he found himself wondering how he’d written her off, no matter how briefly. A wizard she was not. But perhaps she was something just as good. A truly, deeply, decent soul. No matter her viciousness in a fight.
“Nor your promise to sacrifice these items, Odette,” he said, his voice dropping with softness unfeigned. “I know what I am asking –”
“There’ll always be magic daggers and enchanted rings,” she said, cutting him off. “You’re the only Wizard of Waterdeep I know, though. Don’t…” she swallowed. He caught a glimpse of an old pain on her face. One that made those eyes – one brown and one purple – look so lightless he might have been frightened had the emotion not been so clearly one of hurt. Her grip tightened slightly on his shoulders and she wouldn’t meet his eyes. When she finished her thought, it was in a whisper soft voice. “Don’t kill yourself with your silence.
He lifted his hands to cover hers. “Believe me, I shan’t be quiet should my need arise.”
“Good.”
For a moment, they watched each other. And Gale couldn’t help but think of how long it had been since mortal hands – or the hands of anyone at all – had touched him. There had only been Tara. His heart beat stuttered as he looked at the planes of her face, illuminated by the firelight. It was a beautiful sight. He found himself wishing to stroke his thumb over the black flame tattooed on her forehead for some odd reason. Or better, to follow the curved pattern of dark flames along her jaw with his fingertips.
Odette was smiling back at him, and there was a softness there. But then she seemed to notice their closeness. She let go of him abruptly and pulled back. Put distance between them as she busied herself with setting aside her sword, with repacking the book.
He was all at once given the impression of many doors closing and locking one after another. By the time she turned back to look at him, her face was settled back into its normal vaguely intimidating neutrality.
“I should try to get some sleep,” she said. “And so should you. We need to find where those bloody goblins have holed up with the Druid. Interesting as that ruin turned out, our new friend is not the cure we’ve been looking for.”
“Indeed not,” he agreed, standing. He recognized a dismissal, no matter how kindly given. He made a dramatic gesture and half bowed. “Dear lady, may you sleep the sleep your kindness so richly deserves!”
She let out a surprised laugh, that mask breaking again. “And may you rest your eternally wagging tongue, dear wizard.”
A dig, but she said it with a fondness he found gratifying. He wasn’t unaware of his talkative nature, when he’d been given half the chance to chatter. Good that she seemed to like it.
“I shall do my very best to oblige.”
Gale returned to his tent with a lightness in his heart most unfamiliar, and a smile he would have been hard pressed to extinguish.
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who-dat-homeless · 1 month
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Just learned that Leonard nimoy incorporated Jewish culture and Judaism into Spock and Vulcan culture and now I'm sitting like
"Oh fuck now I need to read Tora from cover to cover to write some silly spirk porn"
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chisanaboi · 11 days
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gyokujyn · 1 month
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CATWS 10th Anniversary | April 2nd » Prompts: Ghost Story for @catws-anniversary
a loving homage to A Softer World and @asofteravenger
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jesncin · 2 months
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I wonder what your design of Conner Kent would be like? What his relationship is with Jon, Clark, and Lois in your JL universe?
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Meet (don't call me) Superboy! He's a clone of Superman developed by CADMUS in secret collaboration with LexCorp, for the purposes of "just in case anything happens to Superman". He's made from the DNA of Superman and Lex Luthor. What CADMUS doesn't realize is that Lex planted a trigger in Project Superboy so that he would prematurely break out of CADMUS' facility in what looks like a freak escape accident.
When Project Superboy wakes up, it's with false memories Lex planted into his mind. Superboy doesn't know much- he has a photo of what looks like him and his younger sister, and a mysterious untraceable walkie talkie relaying instructions he should follow if he wants to see his family safe again. Also he has superpowers?!
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From what he remembers, he thinks his name is "Paul Westfield". He goes around America doing undercover odd jobs (unknowingly) for Lex Luthor. Sometimes it means breaking into facilities to retrieve something Lex needs and dropping it off at an undisclosed location. Despite instructions to stay hidden, Paul can't suppress his desire to help those in need when he comes by them. As he travels from town to town, Paul tries to unravel who he is and what's going on.
He'll eventually choose the name "Conner" for himself, but that's after the big mystery of his origin story! I'm in the process of fleshing out his character so we'll learn more about his relationships with Superman's cast as we go.
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jasontoddsgaythoughts · 10 months
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Honestly I’m surprised there hasn’t been a JayKyleRoy fic where Connor Hawke is hanging out with a non-cape friend, or a new hero, and they run into Roy and Jason doing some pda or something, and they’re like cool ok moving on… until that same friend/hero wanders through their house lost and comes across Jason also being intimate with Kyle who they know is Connor’s other close friend, and they proceed to panic over what to do with this information. All while Mia is observing being unbothered and munching on snacks
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misc-obeyme · 4 months
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Does anyone else find it difficult to listen to the original version of Passion because the remix is so terrible? It's like my brain keeps trying to turn the normal song into the remix, like I can hear it underneath the actual song somehow. It's unsettling.
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dextraicarus1994 · 3 months
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I am having a feeling that people from the Captain Laserhawk fandom are underestimating the character of Sam Fisher.😢😢😢😢😢💔💔💔💔💔
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I want to blame a bit the serie for that because didn't showed his full capacity and hope in Season 2 it shows more about him and his past because man, there is a lot of plot holes that I want to be answered also that I want to remind that he is a super spy for a reason, a legend that many seems to forget, a Splinter Cell, the first Splinter Cell, one of the most respected and feared agent that the old Eden (USA) got, a guy who take out enemies using the shadows and darkness as his main weapons, his trifocal goggles being his iconic signature, just because the developers nerfed his legs, that's didn't stopped him on infiltrating inside the VR super prison to rescue Marcus Holloway, guards understimated him because of being disabled and yet they got their asses kicked with not many effort, even if the final guy got him for a second, in the end he got the upper hand.
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After that, with Marcus, both planned the attack of the Wastelands, he was the strategist of the insurgents that brough a lot of troubles to Eden
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and perhaps was showed that he was "killed" in the Wasteland battle, but how one can know if it wasn't a bluff from Marcus to made Sarah feel guilty for what she did to him, also we only "saw" Marcus supposed "POV", but Sam's body was never retrieved and him being able to contact Dolph in that "Undertale" limbo place, how Sam knew Dolph?
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Did he retrieved some information from Eden before? Or was just coincidence? (Something that I don't believe, there is not coincides), there is more than meets the eye I can see that and really, really hope this gets answered because man, everytime I see the episodes again and again, I get questions and more questions, also what will happen to Marcus, if he denied Sarah offer, will he be killed or someone will be able to save him on time?
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And about Bullfrog and Ramon, Bullfrog will be able to escape that "Retribution Day"sentence, because the last scene was him being tied in that electric chair and that fake Rayman postponing the death sentence, Ramon will rescue the frog? There is not many survivors in this situation and I hope this questions can be answer, but still my big concern is about the whereabouts of Sam, Dolph and Sarah and Marcus, what will be the final draft to this retro cyberpunk adventure? Man I am sounding like those old TV cartoons, but you get what I mean, we need answers and hope we get them this year or to the next one.🥺🥺🥺🥺🙏🙏🙏🙏💔💔💔💔
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