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matildaverse · 6 months

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Please tell about your verses Scriddler and any headcanons for them 🙏

Okay, firstly thank you so much for this question. I would say I’m sorry for what’s to come but you asked for it this is all on you (to anyone else who unfortunately has to witness this blame anon I’m innocent). Quick preface idk who knows this but a friend and I are (VERY SLOWLY) working on our own little project which may or may not include Scriddler. My favourite character ever is Riddler theirs is Scarecrow so it works quite well. I literally got hired for a full time job today though so emphasis on SLOW.

Now I think this could be interpreted a few different ways so I’m going to break down the prompt and if I completely missed the mark whoops I’ll try again. Categories I’ve chosen are: Riddler, Scarecrow, them as a couple, and finally some of my WIPs silly goofs.

RIDDLER

Uses his Arkham outfit for mechanic/dirty work because POCKETS

Arkham uniform has a lot of question mark doodles

Nygma is the name, Nashton is the alias.

April Fools birthday cause he’s gothams biggest fool

Honourary member of Gotham city sirens

I’m personally biased toward forensic science Eddie HOWEVER questions multiply the mystery is the greatest work to ever exist. So I want a combination of that with forensic riddler (thinking he uses his circus gig to fund college). I am biased as a forensic girlie myself HOWEVER I HAVE GOOD REASONING I think it’s interesting how Ed reflects/mirrors Batman in many ways. E.g. in the Batman 2022 how they both take a creature they fear (bats/rats) and use it to fuel their version of vengeance.

I just want to mention the rats again because they are his spirit animal EVERY writer no matter the media understands he is a rat man and he has such a strong connection to them. I have a thread on a bunch of instances not sure if I posted that here. Someone I think commented on it saying he’s akin to a rat in a maze and I just wanna further that with how he uses that feeling to try and put Batman in the same position. He wants him to feel just as powerless.

I want to continue with the concept of powerlessness because I believe it’s such a strong and important motif for Eddie. Now Ed was beaten a lot by his father and fellow school kids. He’s a scrawny guy so he doesn’t really have the strength to fight back. This is kinda the first instance of him becoming powerless. I have a theory that his father not only beat him for ‘cheating’ but also maybe because he didn’t fit his ideals of a MANS MAN. I can’t remember where I got this from (maybe Arkham asylum imterview? That one my fair lady type comic??) but I like the idea that his father was disappointed maybe even jealous of Ed’s intelligence. He wanted a macho type son similar to himself. A footballer kid who was good with the ladies. Ed’s father comes across as a bit of a stupid alcoholic.

Now I’m probably not going to articulate this very well at 2:31am so apologies but I believe this leads into his ✨PHYSICAL DESIGN✨

Now a common denominator I absolutely adore in forensic riddler stories (others too but mainly these) is his slow progression into his signature look. Arkham Origins, Zero Year, Gotham, and even Batman Forever start Ed off in regular work clothes. He often slowly progresses into green clothes throughout the story to show he’s closer to ‘snapping’. Here are some of my concepts of potential employed Eddie

I also believe that Ed’s sexuality progresses alongside this. This is why I think there’s a bit of conflict in fans whether he’s a whore or an incel virgin. Truth is he’s both! Gotham showcased this well, in the beginning he’s very repressed and antisocial. Virgin supreme. As he slowly becomes his ‘true self’ he becomes more confident. He becomes confident in his villainy, he becomes more confident in his sexuality, and he becomes more confident in his attire.

Now I also think at the beginning he gets a bit too silly with it which is why he wears… spandex. I’m not drawing that tho so we may skip that phase. At the same time he may get a bit too silly with his um… bedroom activities. I am working on a list of all the rogues he’s screwed in every universe but essentially a lot of d listers; king tut, clock king, cluemaster, calendar man (this one hurt to add), capt. boomerang etc.

Nygma, unlike Crane who has a pretty consistent apathetic take on fashion, prides himself on his appearance and as I touched on before it reflects his state-of-mind. Edward can have some high highs. He will make sure he looks as dapper as can be when present his next ‘greatest riddle’ to Batman. HOWEVER when this ultimately fails for the billionth time he spirals. When he’s in his obsessive mode he can neglect some pretty important hygiene (Arkham series handles this well). His hair may grow out become messy especially when locked up in Arkham.

I have this design for him all cleaned up but I think it may be like a fancy event riddler instead of his official outfit cause the plain green suit is kinda iconic but I’d love to hear input! Idk cause I put the plushie in a regular green suit.

Arkham concepts:

Honestly havent figured out the glasses situation yet whether they’re forever or like reading glasses cause the domino mask is fun but also 🤓

ALMOST DONE WITH just EDDIE I PROMISE! Finally permanent damage/injuries. Now I have some (non-confirmed) ideas for Jon and desperately want to avoid same face syndrome cause my art isn’t great yet. I quite Minaj’s Eddie saying he ‘heals like a lobster’ I think that’s a fun way of describing why he doesn’t have much permanent damage especially on his face. He does however have scars on his chest from Arkham torture which he carved into a ? To reclaim power (I made a post about this but quick recap image)

SCARECROW

lives on coffee

Horse girl (that kid in class who loves horses so much they only draw horses they live breathe and eat horsy)

Year one origin with granny (him and Ed have a kinship through bad parental figures)

Also wanna take it a little further since we all know and love him covering himself in rat blood and getting the shit pecked out of him but I reckon she’d have other very religious based cruelties in store. So I think he’d have self-flagellation scars perhaps maybe a more modern iteration of this not sure

Unrelated, but I reckon Harley was his student and in class when he shot the gun

Cannot cook also terrible diet probably cause granny barely fed him

So nearsighted that anytime he wears the mask he runs into stuff

Can’t drive well ( I like in manbat when he has to hype himself up to drive)

Obvi the pet crows. One of them looks a lil funky like it’s gonna drop dead any second but it somehow keeps being alive.

CANNOT USE TECH TO SAVE HIS LIFE. He’d use carrier crow if he could. He just got used to fax. Ed has to set up the screens when he does his lil Gotham takeovers because he refuses to learn.

He is so freaking lanky

Okay so I don’t feel comfortable sharing my friends art without permission so I’ll just show some of my panels of their design for him (excuse Jeremiah and hatter)

Jon I think has a very slim face maybe even a broken nose I’ve given him a little tan I’m no geography expert but Georgia sounds like a hot place in comparison to cloudy Gotham and since he’d hang outside to avoid granny he’d be out in the fields a lot. HOWEVER this is not the final design I just gave him a face I thought suited as I am yet to receive a maskless concept art from my project partner.

TOGETHER (this is literally the only thing you asked for I’m so sorry)

they both fixate on a task so bad they forget to eat.

Riddler helps with computer stuff

Ed is at first disgusted by Jon’s dress sense but I think kinda comes around when he understands that it’s his way of expressing himself. Even if he’s always covered in hay

Idk if I’ve gone full insanity 3:33am mode but there’s a video of Mathew grey gubler in cowboy gear doing the hoedown I just pretend that’s Ed taking jon to Georgia or something and being like look Jon it’s your southern culture and like pissing him off

I think what originally draws Jon in is Ed’s fear of powerlessness which I think represents itself as a fear of intimacy (even in his whore era I’m not sure he gets really close with people)

In our version Ed gets arrested first so he gets the top bunk dibs however even if they were arrested at the same time Jon probably would be too long for that bunk

Uhhh kinda NSFW (hence why it’s last so it’s easier to skip) which I don’t talk about much but THE MOTIF OF POWERLESSNESS. So like one question I notice people ask when there’s a m/m ship is which one tops. Now I believe in this case (early relationship) Ed refuses to give up power so he’s on top. In fact he may even avoid any type of sexytime where he can be put in a vulnerable position. However as trust and mutual not murder happens he may lower his defences and do an old switcheroo. Someone else can write that fic tho I’m not sure I’m ready 😭

#I AM SO SORRY I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT CAME OVER ME #SCRIDDLER #PLEASE GOD LET THE READ MORE THING WORK

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bookfangeek · 1 year

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UBLUGBLUGBLUG. The final round of preorders for my first ever comic con circuit is here!

For those wondering why I did two rounds, I had set up a schedule to get everything done in time for my first convention, which was scheduled to be in March, and that schedule had me doing three small items PLUS a print on TOP of my webcomic pages every week. Like I COULD NOT fit more into my schedule without turning into full on 24/7 crunch. So when another con I was planning on getting a table at was announced for FEBRUARY... yeah I literally couldn’t make my merch fast enough to get it all done in time.

So round one, the one that I’ve already placed the order for, was for the merch that I will have for the February con, and this is everything that I couldn’t finish in time for the first order, in theory, these will arrive in time for the March con.

All sales from preorders are going directly into funding the production of these items!

THIS ROUND WE HAVE...

SIX PRINTS (6 large, 5 mini)

FOUR CHARMS

TELLIE | AMY | LAUREL | ROOK

SIX STICKERS

AVATAR (Momo + Appa) | GRAVITY FALLS (Bill + Waddles) | MADOKA MAGICA (Kyubey + Soul Gem)

TWO COMICS

OVERTONE SIRENS | THE WRONG QUESTIONS

IMPORTANT

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limen-lime · 2 years

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does tristan come to help them move in?

Seeing as the Limen Lime was primarily an all-night diner, it was one of those businesses that took the liberty of keeping odd hours. Open at sundown, close after the breakfast rush. Jeanie, as such, was all but nocturnal. If Tristan hadn't known for sure she wasn't a life-sucking vampire, he would have had his theories. Though, he was pretty sure most people felt that way about their bosses.

"Sweet dreams, Jeanie!" he called on his way out, tossing his jacket over his shoulder and sliding his shades down over his eyes.

As he unchained his bike from the water spigot on the side of the building, he heard the sounds of a dozen sirens and looked up to see half the Meadows' police and fire department drive past the diner, followed by the local news van. Returning from whence they came, if he had to guess.

Tristan knew Louie Babinski. They were pals. Tristan was probably the comic shop’s most loyal customer. He knew that the motel might’ve been past its expiration date when it came to aesthetics, but Louie ran a tight ship. With the exception of the pool, of course, but that was because of Louie’s fear of drowning. Tristan couldn’t hold that against him.

But he knew that the roof of the motel wouldn’t just cave in on its own. Something had to have happened that night, and Tristan couldn’t help but wonder what.

After the dust cloud kicked up by the vehicles cleared, Tristan pulled the ticket with the Espinosa's address from his pocket and looked down at it. Like Hazel was a magnet for other people's dreams, Tristan was a magnet for trouble. He knew he should follow the address, help the Espinosa's move their boxes and their bees. He told himself this.

And then he told himself again.

And then he tucked away the address and turned his bike in the direction that the sirens had come from. Speeding down the broken and patched pavement, Tristan continued to make a detailed list in his head of what he would and would not do when arrived at the scene of the accident.

He would not get off his bike.

He would just ride over to check in on Louie, maybe even ask a few questions.

He would not go poking around in dangerous places.

He would see what he could see, and then he would leave.

He would not get into trouble.

He would stick to his list. He would. He would.

He would.

Then, Tristan arrived at the Area 51 Motel and Comic Shop just in time to see the second explosion. So he dropped his bike, and started to run towards the scene unfolding.

Tristan did not know much about building bombs. For a brief interval of time after an ill-conceived Mission Impossible movie marathon, Tristan’s friend Honesty learned everything she could about bomb building without drawing the attention of local authorities. It was not because Honesty Goode wanted to build a bomb, though anyone with a name like that could surely find reason to. Rather she wanted to prove a point that bombs in spy movies did not make sense and missed the point of a bomb entirely.

A bomb does not need a timer ticking down towards an inevitable end, she insisted. When a bomb has a timer, that means the bomb will likely be defused, with only moments to spare. The point of the bomb then, is not to cause wanton destruction; the point is to be defused. And Honesty honestly could not understand how anyone still found it entertaining.

To create an explosion, she had explained, two things were needed: a fuel and a trigger. There were, of course, other components, but these were the most important. Without them, the rest of the parts did not matter.

This was the fuel: Sheriff Halley and Misha Amory did not agree with one another about most things. Sheriff Halley did not like that Misha Amory was in charge of finding the animal that killed two teenage boys. Misha Amory did not like that Sheriff Halley wanted to extend his jurisdiction to the Amory Nature Preserve. And they both took the opportunity to discuss the issue. Loudly.

This was the trigger: Fen Amory enjoyed trouble. Like Tristan was a magnet for trouble, Fen was a detonator of it. So when he saw the Sheriff’s mopey teenage son picking around the remains of room eight of the Area 51 Motel and Comic Shop, he felt practically incendiary.

“Isn’t this sweet?” Fen jutted his angular chin towards Jack. He had a knack for truly fiendish grins.

Seeing as he had a bit of a baby face with sunny blond curls and cherubic blue eyes to match, Jack thought he made up for it by practicing this particular song and dance in the bathroom mirror each morning.

“Fen, don’t,” sharp-eyed Katrina Amory warned from a few feet away, a safe distance from the inevitable blast. Her dark hair and eyes, her coppery brown skin, set her apart. The Amory Clan was patchwork, generations of foundlings, of which she was one of the oldest.

But she was just as much Amory as the rest of them, just as much trouble if you pushed her.

Jack kept his head down, brushing aside debris from the room with the toe of his dress shoe. He saw an orange scrunchy partially buried beneath chunks of white ceiling tile and stooped to pick it up. “Go bother someone else, Amory.”

Fen leaned an elbow on the door frame, perched just so. “Are you helping Daddy crack the case? Is that it? Do you think the Big Bad Wolf huffed and puffed and blew the motel down?”

Jack Halley was normally not so easily goaded into a fight. He knew swinging his fist at Fen’s practiced smirk would only give the older boy exactly what he wanted. But he did it anyway. Because he felt like it.

The first few blows were quick, aggressive, though clumsy in their rage. Then Fen wrapped his arms around Jack’s middle and, with startling strength, threw the other boy against the shattered window of room eight. Jack’s hands caught on broken glass. Skin split, and blood followed, filling Jack’s senses.

Fen jeered. “Stay away from our home, if you know what’s good for you.”

It was all he managed before Sheriff Halley horse-collared the boy and sent him flying into the chest of his older brother, Misha.

“You, I’ll deal with later,” John-Edmond growled at Jack. “You,” here he pointed an accusing finger in Fen’s face, “keep your hands off my son!” Halley put himself between the boys, but an attack on one Amory was an attack on the whole family.

Katrina formed ranks with the other two Amory’s, though it seemed like she almost regretted it. Misha, who was at least more level-headed than his brother, still had half a mind to release Fen like a rabid dog. The other half was wondering if there weren’t more creative ways to deal with this insult that wouldn’t end with trying to get his brother out of the related charges.

Jack felt the wound on his arm begin to burn, as if someone had taken a red-hot poker to it, and more blood leached from it, soaking through the sleeve of his white button-down. Misha laid eyes on the dots of blood, in the shape of a bite-mark, and his eyes searched Jack’s panicked face. His brow furrowed.

Tristan, magnet for trouble that he was and feeling this was his cue, jogged to a stop a few feet away, panting. He rested his hands on his knees.

“Oh, I’m more out of shape than I thought!” Then raising his head and squinting, he added, “Jack! There you are! You were supposed to meet me at the Lime to run lines!”

Jack, whose left eye was already beginning to swell, blinked his one good eye at Tristan several times like he thought he was a hallucination that might disappear at any moment. “What?”

“Lines? For Thalia’s new mini movie?” Tristan sighed. “Come on, man. You agreed to do it. Don’t go backing out now-”

“Get out of here, Emrys.” Fen snapped. He was indiscriminate when it came to picking fights, and currently Tristan was the brightest target within range.

“Or,” Tristan began and instantly regretted it, so that the second word came out squeakier than he meant it to,”what?”

Fen attempted to leap at him. If it weren’t for Misha’s proximity and experience in dealing with his brother, Tristan would have been a goner. As it was, he leaped back with a girlish scream and tripped over Sheriff Halley who had to grab his shoulders to keep him from falling over.

“Son.” John-Edmond looked Tristan up and down with something the flavor of disappointment that Tristan was all-too-familiar with receiving from father figures. “What are you doing here?”

“I came looking for Jack.” Tristan pointed to the other boy and shrugged. “Honest!” He lied like he stayed out of trouble.

Which was to say, not well.

Jack, for his part, was so desperate for a ripcord to pull that he didn’t mind it being provided by a bumbling, blue-haired figment of his own imagination. “Oh yeah, I totally forgot.” He moved to stand beside Tristan and swept his hair back from his eyes to look up at his father. “I told Thalia Morgan I’d help with her new project.”

A name like “Morgan” in a town like Asphodel Meadows carried weight. Thalia’s mother was the mayor, and her father’s family were among the city’s founders. It was a hell of a ripcord, Jack had to admit.

Sheriff Halley sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You didn’t tell me about this.”

Jack shrugged. “You’ve been a little busy.”

Tristan beamed. “I’ll have him back before curfew, Mr. J.”

“Fine, fine, just go.” Sheriff Halley turned as the two boys sprinted in the direction of Tristan’s bike. “And get those hands cleaned up!”

Then to Misha, who seemed to be watching the whole display with amusement, he said, “I trust you can manage to get this one home before he makes another disturbance?”

The eldest Amory stroked his thick, brown beard before he jerked his head towards the truck. “Katrina, get him out of here. There’s another thing I’d like to discuss with you, Halley.” His eyes wandered back to the retreating boys, and he hummed deep in his throat. “About that night.”

Tristan picked up his bike from beside the road and jumped on. Jack came to a screeching halt beside him. “What about me?”

“Stand on the back and put your hands on my shoulders, duh.”

Jack peered down at the two pipes on either side of the back wheel. Then at Tristan. “No way.”

Batting his eyelashes up at him, Tristan gave his most dazzling smile. “Would you prefer sitting on the handlebars?”

Jack considered his options. Then he pulled off his black tie, wrapped it around the worst of his cuts on one hand, climbed onto the back wheel, and balanced himself by resting his wrapped hand on Tristan’s shoulder.

Tristan opened his mouth to say something, but Jack just shook his head.

“Don’t- Don’t talk. Just go.”

Grinning from ear to ear, Tristan reviewed the address Hazel had given him and turned his bike, at last, in the direction of 315 Broceliande.

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calciferous-kelpie · 10 months

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Also Heron is a dilf

#thank you for giving me the opportunity to draw these silly comics ♥#cal answers #tomhiddlestonspet #cal shares a thing #cal's art #ok ko #ok ko let's be heroes #fan characters #siren theory #heron #cal's fcs #cal's visage

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deathb1ooms · 25 days

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HARLEY QUINN

harley quinn / doctor harleen quinzel is originally from detective comics

harley was an extremely smart and capable young woman who’s mind simply would not shut up. she would think and think and think , constantly having new and exciting theories about the people in her life , the people on the news , and people in general. this theory led to her college thesis , ‘ there are only two circumstances in which a person would completely disregard the rules of society ; when committing a crime , and when in love ‘. in an attempt to prove her theory , an incident occurred in which her long term boyfriend was killed. it is unknown whether she killed him or he killed himself. this entire situation fueled her thoughts and proved , to herself if no one else , that she was right.

throughout college , harley had become obsessed with the joker. she would comb over any interview given that was about him , watch his videos over and over again , and spend days imagining what he would say if she ever was about to speak with him. it was her number one career goal.

after graduating university and getting her PHD , harley’s first stop was arkham asylum. she knew that they were lousy with keeping doctors on staff , and that meant she could possibly get in good with them enough to grant her access to the clown. nearly six months after being hired on at the asylum , her dreams came true and she was allowed to meet with the joker. the first few sessions were uneventful , the joker refusing to speak to her or sometimes even acknowledge her. after a while , though , he started to warm up to her. it wasn’t long before the two had started having an affair. less than a month later , harley helped the joker escape arkham asylum.

her license was revoked and once she left the hearing that decided her fate , harley transformed from quiet and brunette trained therapist to blonde bombshell harlequin.

short and sweet verses :

alternate verse 1 , mad love. harley and joker are in a severely toxic relationship and neither are sad about it. harley knows what she’s gotten herself into and she’s okay with it. she is a member of the gotham rogue’s gallery and the gotham city sirens. she is forever the joker’s right hand woman and nobody can tell her a single thing about it. shipping unavailable to any muse that isn’t the joker. faceclaim for this verse is samara weaving.

alternate verse 2 , nolan / TBM verse. the two are similar enough to be grouped in together. gotham is darker than ever and the young psychologist is just now learning her place in the world. in this verse , she has not met the joker yet ( nolan she is still obsessed but tbm has not introduced him yet ). shipping is available in this verse and my faceclaim is samara weaving

main verse , suicide squad , after being locked away in arkham asylum for more than a year and realizing that the joker had abandoned her , harley decided that they were broken up. she had had enough. he was the reason she was there , ten times over , and he’d done enough to ruin her life. it’s time to take it back. amanda waller offered a position on a task force , and there was no good reason not to take it. harley would never be a good guy , even anti hero was pushing it , but she could do something that was all her own.

so much more to be added when it comes up

#suicidal ideation /#murder /#toxic relationship /#abuse /#ask to tag <3 #s t u d y ↳ do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?

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inkdsythe · 1 year

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JUSTICE LEAGUE VS JUSTICE GUILD DC COMICS

Hey Tumblr fam! Today, we dive into an epic hypothetical battle that has fans debating fiercely: a showdown between the Justice League and the Justice Guild of America. Both teams are legendary in their own right, but who would emerge victorious if they ever clashed? Let's delve into the matchup and explore the potential outcomes!

The Justice League, a powerhouse team comprised of some of DC's mightiest heroes, needs no introduction. With iconic members like Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, The Flash, and Green Lantern, they possess a diverse range of powers and expertise. They are the epitome of unity, combining their strengths to combat any threat to Earth and beyond.

On the other side, we have the Justice Guild of America. Hailing from an alternate reality, they are a homage to the classic Justice Society of America. The Guild members include the Streak (homage to The Flash), Catman (homage to Batman), Black Siren (homage to Black Canary), Tom Turbine (homage to superman), and The Green Guardsman (homage to Green Lantern). They have proven themselves as valiant defenders of their world, embodying the ideals of heroism.

Analyzing the battle, the Justice League boasts incredible powerhouses like Superman and Wonder Woman, with near-godlike abilities that can shake worlds. Batman's strategic genius and detective skills provide an edge in any confrontation, and The Flash's unmatched speed renders him a formidable opponent. Green Lantern's cosmic energy constructs and diverse imagination, combined with the team's exceptional synergy, make them an imposing force.

While the Justice Guild is composed of noble heroes, their power levels might fall slightly below that of the League. However, they possess their own unique abilities and tactics. The Streak's superhuman speed rivals that of The Flash, granting him incredible reflexes and agility. Catman's cunning and martial arts expertise make him a formidable close combatant. Black Siren's sonic powers and Tom Turbine's ring abilities add to their collective prowess. The Green Guardsman's willpower-based constructs also contribute to their defensive capabilities.

Considering the overall power levels, versatility, and strategic acumen, the Justice League appears to have the upper hand. Superman's strength and invulnerability alone could be a game-changer, and the combined might of Wonder Woman, Flash, Batman, and Green Lantern would be an almost insurmountable force.

However, it's essential to remember that battles are not solely determined by power levels. The Justice Guild's unity, unwavering determination, and their own unique skills could still pose a significant challenge to the League. Their knowledge of teamwork and shared history might provide them with unexpected advantages.

Ultimately, the outcome of this hypothetical clash would likely depend on the circumstances, the environment, and the narrative direction. Both teams possess extraordinary heroes with their own strengths and weaknesses, making the battle highly unpredictable.

So, dear Tumblr community, who do you think would prevail in this epic clash? Would the Justice League's unmatched power and unity overcome the Justice Guild's spirit and collective history? Share your thoughts, theories, and opinions in the comments below. Let the discussion commence!

#justice #league of legends #GAMING'#DC #COMICS #SUPER #HEROS #inkdsythe #GAS #REALITY #RAY #THOMPSON #GUILD #AMERICA

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incorrectbatfam · 4 years

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Why do people consider Harley (and Ivy? Idk I'm new to the fandom) part of the bat family (like a aunt)?

I'm not totally sure what others think. It might be because they're technically more antiheroes than villains, plus Injustice!Harley was on Team Batman. Ivy kinda comes hand-in-hand since they're girlfriends

I personally think they're there to take some of the weight off Kate's shoulders. Being a single lesbian aunt is hard

#ask #anonymous #harley quinn #poison ivy #pamela isley #harlivy #kate kane #batwoman #gotham city sirens #batfamily #batfam #batclan #batman family #gotham rogues #dc comics #headcanon #fan theory #personal

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blitzdrake · 4 years

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Anyone else getting a real Siren vibe out of today’s past paranatural brush with a big bad? The whole “block the sound” order to Tex?

I suppose it could be a banshee type monster too but the voice was ordering “look at me” on repeat so I figure it’s more like the voice can enthrall or Command than kill, which is more Siren. Also Lil’ spenders flashback to even littler spender’s encounter with the monster before was a watery encounter in mist and and ocean so more points to siren?

And all this makes me think is. Remember when Doorman was a seeing that phone and obviously twitterpated/charmed by the voice on the other end? At the time I was thinking agent days spirit since the roses and love symbology but now. Maybe that spirit isn’t as trapped and caged as everyone thinks and has already spreading its charm magic against the one spirit that control the only other door in and out of Mayview besides the out of commission spirit train.

Maybe the dangerous voice of the monster Tex and BL are worried about is the same voice on that phone that clearly has the spirits issac knows that are directing Forge’s agenda. Clearly she has doorman and nin enchanted and ya been orchestrating a reunion from within Mayview for various parties.

#paranatural #richard spender #conspiracy theory #siren #doorman #spoilers #for todays 7/10/20 comic

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theriu · 3 years

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The How To Guides for Mythical Creatures Masterlist

All of my HTGfMC posts, listed from oldest to newest! I’m pinning this post to the top of my dash for easier access. If you have a decently well-known cryptid, monster, or mythological creature you’re interested in seeing a guide for, feel free to send me an ask or idea!

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you’re alive in my head

summary: in which natasha no longer had to live in a world without you, there you were in her arms once again. but why can’t she remember your life before westview?

content warning: natasha romanoff x fem!reader, set after endgame, angst, mentions of death, trauma, their relationship ending on a bad note, trust issues & previous steve x nat, there is some hints to homophobia in this chapter :/ (WANDAVISION SPOILERS!)

note: sorry this chapter was late!! it’s 3.3k words and i got my friend to spell check and edit it, ty ashy ily <33

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‘моя любовь’ = ‘my love’ in russian <3

‘принцесса’ = ‘princess’ (i used google translate so idk how accurate it is

SERIES MASTERLIST

PART THREE COMING SOON

Death.

It's a complicated thing; A theory.

Nobody knows what happens to you after you die. Nobody knows what happens to your soul after you die. We make things up to make ourselves feel better, and convince ourselves that our deceased loved ones are watching over us, all the while convincing others that our loved ones are in a better place now.

But in reality, those are just dreams dying to be true.

Natasha didn't know if you were dead or alive. She just knew your body turned into particles of dust, your soul disappeared along with the rest of you. She didn't want to believe that you were truly gone, so she spoke to you.

She spoke to you, thinking you were listening to her; believing you were listening to her and that you were still around.

It was almost as if she was speaking to your ghost, the mere presence of you that remained with her, the piece of you that was a part of her. It felt wrong being in the compound without you, she felt as though she was trapped; trapped with the many reminders of how she failed you. The walls were suffocating her. Every time she thought about what had happened it felt as though the rooms were becoming smaller. The large 'A' plastered around the compound taunting her, reminding her of what they lost. Of what she lost.

So she had to get away.

Natasha found herself taking trips to the beach, the one the two of you adored oh so much. She'd walk along the sand, the harsh wind blowing against her face. The air smelled of salt, and she'd take a deep breath in with a smile. She'd reminisce all the times the two of you managed to get away from the compound, how effortlessly gorgeous you'd look with the breeze blowing through your hair, your laughter sounding like a melody that Natasha now longed to hear once more.

If she stood really still, she could, once more, feel the warmth of your fingers dragging against her skin, gently tracing shapes onto her body. Her heart would ache whenever she'd turn to the side, finding that nobody was beside her.

She had to get used to living in a world without you.

"моя любовь..." She sighed, fumbling with a stone she'd picked up, before swinging her arm and throwing it into the rippling water. The temperature was dropping. Christmas coming closer and closer every day. Natasha wrapped her coat tighter around her body, staring at the waves in front of her, observing the way they'd hit the shore before pulling back into the ocean. In the distance, she could see boats, and although they were far away, she noticed how the water carried them; the movement of the ocean pushing the boat into the direction of the wind. "No sailors.." Natasha realized, her eyes following a lifeguard boat making its way to the empty boats, likely checking for any survivors.

Yet another reminder of how the Avengers had failed.

It's only been a couple of months since the battle yet the traces of you continued to fade away. The sweater that was once yours now clung to Natasha's body as she made her way back home.

She'd do anything to bring you back. She'd do anything to have you in her arms again, complaining about something you'd undoubtedly forget hours later. She missed the way you'd never share your snacks with anyone but her. The feeling of warmth that would blossom inside her when your eyes met in a crowded room. All the times when your knee would brush against hers during a meeting. She missed the way it felt to lay next to you. She missed forgetting the world with you.

God, she missed you so much.

But there she was. In the same room as you, years later, preparing breakfast. Her hair was coiled and pinned up, keeping it in place. Her dress fit her perfectly, the skirt swaying with her movements as she elegantly makes her way across the kitchen floor. Her every movement seemed like a performance; like she was the performer and you were the audience, watching her in awe. She was captivating in every possible way, her enchanting voice pulling you in like a siren.

"Good morning, honey! I've been up all morning making us a delightful breakfast." Natasha greeted you with a kiss on the cheek, her performance almost seeming comical. "Nat... it's just peanut butter and jelly sandwiches." You pointed out, glancing over your shared kitchen, seeing the mess that was made. Somehow milk spilled all over the counters, dripping onto the ground, you immediately recognized the smell of burnt toast that hung in the air as you continued looking around.

"Peanut butter and jelly is your favourite, remember?" Natasha reminded you. Your eyes widened at the realization, thanking her. You helped her bring the food to the table, making a note to yourself to tidy up the kitchen before the dinner at Wanda and Vision's that the two of you were invited for.

But you couldn't recall Wanda telling you about the dinner?

"Are you okay, моя любовь?" She placed her hand above yours on the counter. The two of you sat in front of each other, your half-eaten breakfast resting between the two of you. "Of course, why wouldn't I be? I'm with my best girl." You smiled softly at her, and though your words said one thing, Natasha could easily recognise the distant look on your face as you stared off into space, lost in your own thoughts. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours принцесса?" She teased, squeezing your hand gently.

"What time are we supposed to be at Wanda's?" You asked her, snapping yourself out of the trance you were in. Natasha hesitated, eyebrows furrowed as she watched your every move. Something was bothering you. "We're going to Wanda's in the evening моя любовь, she asked us a while back if we could help out before the others arrived, remember?" Natasha stated as the two of you brought your plates to the sink, beginning to tidy up.

"I'm not sure how much help you'll be sweetheart." You teased, pointing at the mess that was created due to Natasha making breakfast. She feigned hurt in response, "Oh принцесса, you're breaking my heart!" She made her way around you, passing you the cutlery as you rinsed the plates. You chuckled softly at her playful behaviour. "I think we should stick with me making us breakfast so our kitchen doesn't end up getting flooded, wouldn't you agree?" You chuckled, as you made your way around the kitchen, the two of you tidying up the mess Natasha had created.

"If only we were a robot," Natasha sighed, wrapping her arms around you from behind. You leaned back into her, embracing the warmth which radiated from her body, "or had powers." This was a position you were so very used to. "If only," she responded playfully. You turn your head back at the grinning redhead, as she leaned in for a kiss, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt your lips meet.

"You know," Natasha started, "we do have some time to spare-" you then cut her off.

"I like the way you think, sweetheart," You smiled softly, turning in her arms before making your way to your shared bedroom. Natasha followed closely behind.

The two of you were dolled up, looking your best.

Your dress ended just below your knees, the skirt extenuating your hips; it swayed with every movement you made. The short sleeves of the dress looked as though they were about to fall off your shoulders. Natasha's dress, however, was much more slim fitting and hugged her hips perfectly before flowing down, much like a waterfall, making it harder to look at anything else but her.

"Do you think Wanda will get mad at us for arriving a bit later than expected?" You asked nervously, fumbling with your fingers as the two of you made your way down the path that led to Wanda and Vision's home. Natasha shuffled around balancing the tray of pastries you'd prepared in one hand while using her free hand to rub your back gently, comforting you, "I'm sure she won't mind, моя любовь," she reassured you. As you near the house you could hear mumbling from the inside; you heard three or more different voices.

"Is that- is Vision singing?" You asked worriedly, glancing at Natasha who was mirroring your reaction. She knocked on the door, and the singing inside had abruptly stopped. "Oh, that must be our other guests," You heard Vision exclaim, "perfect timing!" You could hear his footsteps gradually get closer. The door swung open and Vision gave a nervous smile, glancing down at the tray of food Natasha was holding before letting out a sigh of relief. He hugged the both of you before welcoming you into his home. He introduced you to Mr. Hart, Visions boss, and Mrs. Hart, his wife.

"Oh hello," Mrs. Hart greeted, "no need to be so formal tonight honey." she smiled at you, pushing away the hand you had extended for her to shake. Instead, she pulled you into a tight hug which quite honestly surprised you. You awkwardly pat the older yet noteably shorter woman on the back before pulling away to quickly greet her husband. He glanced at you and Natasha in confusion, opening his mouth to say something before getting interrupted. "Oh here, let me take that, Natasha. You stay here and I'll go get a plate to put these on." You glanced at everyone in the room, offering them a smile before making your way to the kitchen, Vision stopped you before you got to the door, extending his arm out.

"Thank you," he leaned down to whisper to you. You squeezed his arm in response. You weren't used to seeing Vision in this form. He looked human. You rushed into the kitchen, startling Wanda, "I've figured you needed help." You smiled sheepishly at her, placing the tray down onto the counter, taking in all the chaos that was going on in the kitchen. It reminded you of this morning.

"Well, this isn't the first chaotic kitchen I've walked into today," you teased, reaching out for a plate before neatly plating the pastries onto it. Wanda laughed nervously in response, as she flicked through the recipe cards, searching for the right one. You walked back into the living room, placing the plate onto the coffee table prompting Vision to jump up out of his seat and offer Mr. and Mrs. Hart an appetizer. Looking to Natasha, you gave her a wink before swiftly turning around, your dress swaying with your movements as you made your way back into the kitchen, missing the frown forming on Mr. Hart's face.

"Oh, what was I supposed to do next?" Wanda began rambling, "what was the main course again?"

Making your way to the recipe cards floating in the air you attempted to help her find the card with the right recipe, steak. You could hear Vision playing a song on the ukulele while Natasha unwillingly sang alongside him.

"That's not it" You sighed, sifting through the cards, "is this one steak?"

"Steak," Wanda started, "Diane!" she accidentally yells. Her eyes widened as she realized what she'd done. She looks to you with a frown. You just barely heard Vision respond with a, "yes dear?"

"This is going terribly," Wanda frowned, leaning her head upon your shoulder. You chuckled, rubbing her back gently before pulling her away, forcing her to look at you, "Hey, you can do this, okay? You're not alone," you reassured her, attempting to raise her spirits. She sighed in relief, repeating to herself ", "I can do this, I can do this, I can do this..."

Vision barged into the kitchen unexpectedly, his nerves radiating through room. Wanda panics, accidentally using her powers to throw the lobsters out of the window.

"How can I be of assistance." Vision asks, mirroring Wanda's expression.

"Well," Wanda started, "the chicken is no longer a chicken and the lobsters just flew the coop, so the steak is the last man standing," she explains, making her way around the kitchen. You held the recipe card in your hand, skimming the instructions, "it says here you could cut down the prep time with a meat tenderiser." You recited, looking at the couple once more. "Excellent plan! Where's the tenderiser?" Vision questions, ready to help in the kitchen.

"I'm looking at him," Wanda began, holding her hand out to pass the tenderiser to Vision. You pull her hand back before Vision reaches out for it. "No. What you need to do, Vision, is go entertain your guests. Have faith in your wife and I, okay?" You pushed him out of the kitchen, before turning around and clapping your hands.

"So, where were we?" You asked, hopefully.

After a stressful couple of minutes, a brief visit from a woman with a pineapple, and Natasha almost spilling water on her dress; dinner was served.

Well technically, breakfast was served.

The six of you sat around the dining table, nervously looking around. Mr. and Mrs. Hart looked at the food in confusion, staring at the cooked bacon and eggs paired with the red wine and chocolate covered strawberries.

"Breakfast for dinner?" Mr, Hart began, with obvious judgement written all over his face. "How very-" "European." Mrs. Hart cut him off, smiling reassuringly at the two of you.

"European?" You muttered, glancing at Wanda in confusion, who then motioned her hand in a 'I'll tell you later' sort of way. "Oh, let's have a toast!" Vision began, raising his glass up. All of you followed suite as Vision continued.

"To my lovely and talented wife," he gloated, unable to take his eyes off her.

"And to our esteemed guests," Wanda added. You didn't miss the wink she threw at you and Natasha, causing the two of you to stifle your laughs. Everyone clinked their glasses together and dug into their food. It wasn't long after when the questioning began.

"So, where did you move from?" Mrs. Hart began, "what brought you here? How long have you been married? And why don't you have children yet?" She interrogated Wanda and Vision, and you glanced over at Natasha, hesitantly, who shrugged in response before continuing to eat her food. Her eyes then met Mr. Hart's, who's eyebrows were furrowed at the interaction, waiting for his wife to finish speaking so he could say something. You didn't notice Wanda struggling to answer the questions being thrown, while Vision looked at Wanda desperately waiting for an answer. It was almost as if the two of them didn't know themselves.

You also failed to notice Wanda zoning out of the conversation, staring off into the distance as Mrs. Hart continued pestering her for answers. "And what about the two of you, huh? You two roommates?" Mr. Hart questioned, noticing how closely seated you were next to Natasha.

"Something like that," Natasha responded, biting back the smirk that was fighting it's way onto her lips.

"Two lovely women such as yourselves shouldn't struggle to find a man. Why don't the two of you have husbands yet?" Mr. Hart asked, leaning forward. You felt the hair in your arms rise as you realised where the conversation was leading. Glancing at Natasha nervously, you noticed how her fingers were clenched around her cutlery.

"We just prefer each other's company," you stated simply, shoving a forkful of eggs into your mouth to distract yourself.

"What do you mean? Are you- that's unnatural!" He ranted. You ignored him, noticing that Wanda was still trying to answer questions about her and Visions marriage.

"Yes, yes, we were married in," Wanda paused, getting lost in her thoughts. Mr. Hart continued his rant to you and Natasha as You, Vision and Natasha glanced at Wanda nervously.

"You're both women! That's wrong!" Mr Hart argues.

"Well, what's your story?" Mrs. Hart questions Wanda.

Mr. Hart began shouting, slamming his fist onto the table as Mrs. Hart continued to grill Wanda for answers. Wanda snaps back into reality due to a sudden, unexpected noise. She turned to face Mr. Hart who began to choking. You stared at Natasha, frightened and unsure as of what to do in this situation.

"Oh, Arthur, stop it!" Mrs. Hart laughed. She repeated the words 'stop it' over and over again, her tone gradually becoming more panicked as her husband continued to choke. His hand rested on his throat. Vision stared at Mr. Hart in an unsure manner, his hands resting against the table almost as if the were pinned against it. You only just noticed how Mrs. Hart turned to Wanda as she continued repeating those same words.

"Stop it," she pleaded, her voice shaking as she looked at Wanda, who was staring at Mr. Hart in shock. Mr. Hart fell off his chair and onto the ground as he continued to choke. You wanted to rush over and help him but it felt as though your hands were bound to the table and you couldn't move your legs. You were only able to watch as the man continued to choke while his wife chuckled.

"Stop it."

"Vision, help him," Wanda demanded. Vision rushed out of his seat and next to Mr. Hart, phasing his hand through his throat and removing a whole chocolate covered strawberry.

When did Mr. Hart pick up the strawberry? You thought to yourself.

"Let me help you up," Vision offers, helping Mr. Hart back to his feet. The atmosphere in the room had immediately changed, going back to exactly how it was before. It was almost as if a switch had been flipped and everyone forgot what was happening.

"Would you look at the time!" Mr. Hart exclaimed making his way to the door as his wife followed behind him.

"Well," Wanda started, "are you both alright?" she questioned nervously, as she stood up. "Yes, we better be going. We had such a lovely time!" Mrs. Hart reassured. The couple left the house very abruptly, mentioning something about a promotion before exiting the front door.

"Oh, we must be going as well!" Natasha exclaims, pushing herself up out of her seat before saying goodbye to the two. She hugged them both before making her way out of the door. You hugged Vision and thanked him for having you over before making your way to Wanda.

"Tonight was wonderful, Wanda," you reassured, pulling her into a hug. You felt her shoulders slacken in your arms, sighing softly as she returned your embrace before pulling away from you, her arms resting on your shoulders.

"Thank you, thank you for everything."

As the two of you made your way home, you couldn't help but let Mr. Hart's words play on repeat in your mind. You could tell Natasha knew what was bugging you as she squeezed your hand gently. The two of you continued to hold hands as you made your way home.

"I know we can't get married," you started, as you stood in your living room, staring at the woman who made you feel most at home. She nodded, waiting for you to continue as she rested her hand against your cheek, allowing her thumb to gently stroke your face.

"But I just want you to know that I'm here for you. For better or for worse. I never want to be apart from you," you chuckled softly, staring at her in awe, allowing your eyes to glance at her lips before you looked back into her eyes.

"I know, моя любовь. And I'd do anything for you," Natasha began.

"Even die for you."

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