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proneterror204 · 3 months
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Dan-el god of death 2
Danny was so exited! Clockwork had sent him to an Alien planet! Well technically he was the alien, but he was on another planet! From the looks of it their culture had just entered its medieval era and was ending a massive war. Danny was sent to cleanup all the resentful undead and evil cults, but surly Clockwork wouldn't mind if he experienced some culture. Right?
Due to Clockworks amulet he could translate their language and his name came out as Dan-el. Which was close enough. Apparently alot of the people had seen his fights with the undead. He hung around and taught them somethings and learned about their culture, religion, and most important their stars. Till one day he looked around and had an "Oh Shit" moment when he discovered maybe he had gone to far and taught to much. He had to leave.
Clockwork sent him back to Krypton( Why did that sound so familiar?) multiple times. Each time Danny found himself in new era's. Then Danny noticed something. As the people, Kryptonians, thanked and praised him, he started to feel it. He started to notice that he was getting stronger in and out of time travel. He wondered why?
Clockwork told him. He told of how Krypton had dubed him the god of death. How they told the legend of his deeds on and off Krypton. His fights with Plasmius and Pariah Dark, his half death, and his powers. All went down as in Kryptonian mythology of Dan-el the god of death. Then he learned of Krypton's fate and the last Kryptonians. (Danny cried)
A week later as Danny lay in bed failing to go to sleep, he felt it. Someone still believed.
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satoshy12 · 5 months
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Supergirl and the Phantom Pecs
It all started with a blind date for Kara, where she met Danny. He was a pretty good-looking man. And she liked to spend time with him, as he was funny, and she liked to talk to him. Well, Kara really likes her swimmer boyfriend. His pecs are massive! She gets why people always look at her as a counterpart, Powergirl, or something similar. Danny himself liked to talk to Kara; he hadn't had that much fun since he worked with Walker, which was an easy deal. All his villains are in his prison, with a few extras from the modern world. Danny had a Jack growth spurt, so he packed muscle and is much taller. His suit was even ripped by it, and he couldn't really use a new one. The way it ripped revealed his abdomen and chest. (google Shuumatsu Poseidon)
Wearing a new one It didn't work; he tried it. His ghost form doesn't take the clothes with him when he transforms. And after a while, Danny was too embarrassed to go ghostly anymore, so he rather walked around just like Fenton. And the one time he transformed was to save Kara from an attack by a villain while on a date. Danny:" Are you okay, Kara?" Kara:" Yeah, yeah. Why did you never tell me you could transform?" Danny sees where his girlfriend is looking:" My eyes are up here. And this is the reason." Kara still has her face in his chest:" I know, but still, I like it." Kara really likes her boyfriend's hero costume.
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ghostbsuter · 2 days
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He'd moved to metropolis on a whim.
The city was big, he's earning good money via commissioned things (most people come to him for cosplay actually, who knew that knowing how to build a sci-fi gun that doesn't even work would be this wanted??) and he's got a nice apartment!
Superman and Supergirl were the active heroes, he didn't need to involve himself anymore with the world of heroes, he would continue as a civilian. It was better this way.
So how come LexLuthor, of all people, what is his luck?, sends him an invitation to LexCorp AND once declined, seemed to have created some sort of energy absorbing weapon that directly zoomed in on his immediate whenever around?
Civilian life is one thing.
Being rescued via Super for the 9th time is another.
"Hey Danny." Supergirl grins, they're floating to the side as Superman deals with Lex.
"Hey, Supergirl." Danny replies with a sigh, holding his bag.
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the-witchhunter · 10 months
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DP x DC: Animal House
Danny can apparently shapeshift, and that’s great!
or it would be great if it wasn’t for the fact he got stuck as an eldritch cat. On the plus side, he can talk to animals like this. Downside: He lacks thumbs and his powers seem to be on the fritz. 
Luckily, he got picked up by the Waynes who seem to think he is some kind of alien cat. It’s actually pretty cool. Lots of soft things and window spots to soak in some sunlight, and, hell, the homemade cat food actually tastes pretty good.
Plus he’s been making friends!
Alfred the cat and Titus are his favorites. Ace is cool but he’s more like an uncle figure. Batcow is chill, but Jerry the turkey is an asshole. Then Dick brings his dog Haley aka Bitewing, so Jason brings his dog Dog, and the whole batfamily of pets is there vibing with Danny.
Then a family emergency happens requiring all hands on deck. Everyone is out of the house and even Alfred is too busy in the Batcave keeping an eye on things to pay attention to the animals. So that can mean only one thing...
Party time!
Danny invites all the DC animals that I remember exists. Krypto the super Dog, Comet the Super Horse, Streaks the Super Cat, Beppo the Super Monkey, Rec the Wonder Dog, and of course Bobo T. Chimpanzee aka Detective chimp, the worlds greatest detective, and the alcoholic ape that’s going to supply the whole party with booze
That’s right, Danny is hosting an animal rager at the Wayne manor, and between his malfunctioning powers, the other super powered animals, and a lot of alcohol, things are going to get WEIRD
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puppetmaster13u · 8 months
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DPxDC Prompt
New Ancient of Space Danny watching over Krypton as he gets older, taking care of each ghost, acting akin to their guardian and ferryman across the cosmos to their final resting place, if they should wish it.
And finding the ghosts after the planet's death and taking all of them under his wing. Especially the children, whom he cares for and makes sure they can have the childhood that was stolen from them.
He cares for them, watches over them, taking them in as not just allies and friends, but family. His own little stars shining amidst the dark, old or young, all beautiful and shining and bright.
But he's not just taken the dead in his hand, and sometimes, on a farm in Kansas, a child looks to the starry skies, and feels incredibly loved, like the very universe is cradling him close.
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elizabethemerald · 5 months
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Servitor of a Death God
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Kara Zor-El crashed into the street, shattering the concrete under her. She pushed herself shakily up for a moment before she collapsed again. She could feel every broken rib as a separate screaming pain. Blood bubbled and foamed at her lips as she forced her eyes to open. Kon slammed down only a few feet from her, a pained groan his only sound. 
Doomsday had once again come to Metropolis. 
Kal was fighting him as well as he was able and the rest of the available Justice League was doing everything they could to keep this from becoming a slaughter. However there was only so much any of them could do to even hold Doomsday back, much less stop the monstrosity. It was now even more dangerous and smart enough to overcome any foe. 
Kara could feel the tremors from the blows of Kal and Doomsday as she once again tried to lift off and rejoin the fight. Wonder Woman had been thrown through several buildings. The Lanterns were all but broken. Aquaman was crushed under Doomsday’s foot with so much force that it was only Kara’s super hearing that told her he was still alive at all. 
Kon forced himself back to his feet and used his telekinesis to throw a piece of rubble before he fell to his knees again. Kara pushed off from the ground and landed behind the behemoth landing several blows to hopefully give Kal a chance to regroup and attack with new energy. 
Doomsday smacked her down and stomped her into the pavement. Oh blessed Rao that hurt. Kara could hardly hear past the ringing in her ears. She was only distantly aware of Lois holding Jon back and keeping him from joining the fight. If he did then the entirety of the surviving members of the Noble House of El would be fighting to stop this creature. And if they fail, the entirety of the House of El would die in the fight. 
Several super powered punches knocked Doomsday back away from her as Kal tried to rally. He was bleeding, Kryptonian blood flowing, a rare sight. She could hear his heart racing and he kept rising to face the final gift and curse of Krypton. 
She pulled herself out of the hole Doomsday had driven her into with difficulty in time to see Kal backhanded down the street. He skidded like a stone skipped across a lake. Kara roared in fury, her eyes blazing red as her heat vision blasted out catching Doomsday in the back and almost driving him to his knees. She held the beam, trying to force him down, but its strength and durability was greater than her stamina and it pushed through her heat vision to knock her to the ground. 
Kara gasped in pain, then almost immediately choked as it slammed her into the ground several more times. Each blow brought a new wave of pain as her bones, normally strong as steel, shattered like toothpicks. Her invulnerable skin was torn to shreds under the claws and bone spurs of Doomsday. After one final all mighty blow, Doomsday picked her up and flung her from the battle. 
She crashed to the ground, leaving a furrow carved into the ground like a meteor. Blood choked her as she tried to catch her breath. Her hands shook and she couldn’t feel her legs at all. She forced one eye open, her other swollen completely shut, if it even still worked. 
It took several attempts for her to actually understand what was surrounding her. Tombstones. Doomsday had thrown her directly into a human graveyard. If she had any breath in her chest she would have laughed at the irony, because this would surely be where she died. 
Kara couldn’t help thinking back about her childhood as blood poured slowly from her lips and her many, many wounds. She remembered the lessons she had about the history of the Noble House of El. They were once priests to one of Krypton’s gods. Dan-El, the dark god of death, the opposite of Rao’s light. As the people of Krypton developed scientifically and dedicated themselves to isolation, their gods fell to the wayside. The people lost their connection to death and to Dan-El as the years progressed. 
Her father had mourned that so much of their culture was lost, so many of the messages and means of worship of the different gods vanished, and now with Krypton gone, and the last Kryptonians fighting to death in the city streets there seemed to be no way for the scriptures of worship to Dan-El to see the light again. 
She turned herself over with difficulty, a choked scream gurling out of her at the unspeakable pain. She pulled herself to the closest headstone, her vision fading. One of the last scriptures of Dan-El that had remained was one promising that he would return to save the House of El, if they only would call on him. 
“Dan… El…” Blood bubbled and foamed at her lips as she whispered to the headstone. “Please… please…” 
Her vision faded almost completely, only a tiny pinprick remaining as her breath stuttered to a close. Over the ringing in her ears she could hear the beating of her heart slowing, and stilling… and stopping. 
“Please…” 
A bright radioactive green flashed before her eyes, as the last daughter of Krypton faded from her adoptive planet. 
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The sky over Metropolis split as a brilliant green lightning bolt flashed across the sky. Those who were sheltering away from the battle between Titans taking place in the streets shuddered in fear, terrified of what new threat could be appearing. Superman and Doomsday stilled in their calamitous fight as the lightning arced from the outskirts of the city to crash at their feet, driving them apart. 
Clark fell to his knees as a being stepped out from the column of light that remained frozen there in the air. Even the pebbles and shattered glass thrown up by their fight moved as if in slow motion. The figure, back lit by the green lightning, was tall with fine white hair that floated as if he was in space. A cloak of stars and a crown of green fire graced the shoulders and head of the figure. Clark’s jaw dropped as he saw the Kryptonian God of Death, Dan-El, before him. He perfectly matched the historical records from the Fortress of Solitude. 
Dan-El turned to him and Clark found himself frozen. He wanted to fight, to run, it couldn’t be his time to die yet. He had to defeat Doomsday, he had to survive, his family was counting on him. 
“You are fortunate, son of El, that someone remembered the ancient prayers.” Dan-El spoke, his voice seeming to pierce directly into Clark’s brain. “It is not yet your time, you have many more lives to save.” Dan-El paused and glanced back at the column of light behind him, then gave Clark a kind look. “You have honored your ancestors, Son of El, your family is proud of what you’ve accomplished, and what you have yet to do.” 
Then he turned and Clark felt like the entire weight of the sky had fallen from his shoulders. Tears sprang to his eyes at his relief even before he processed Dan-El’s words and the tears became a torrent. Then the God of Death turned to Doomsday and offered it a hand. 
“Poor creature of destruction, Death was never the relief it should have been for you, only a new torture at the hand of your creator. Come to me, and come to your rest. Let Death finally embrace and hold you.” 
Doomsday hesitated, its biologically prerogative screaming that it must always survive, no matter what, but after thousands upon thousands of painful deaths, what little of its brain was not dedicated to destruction desperately longed for peace. Doomsday reached out to Dan-El and the two turned and stepped into the burning light, until both disappeared in an instant. 
Clark blinked the light from his eyes and looked around. The column of light had vanished and with it Doomsday and Dan-El. The fight was over. Metropolis stood in silence, stunned that Death had come to the city. 
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In the months following the fight with Doomsday, Metropolis recovered as it did after every fight, battle or invasion that happened in the city. The citizens held their breath in the hope that Doomsday was truly gone and would not return again to devastated their home. Each day that went by without his shadow darkening the horizon and no return of the flash of green lightning that had taken him away let the people breathe a little easier. 
Superman healed from his injuries and was once again seen patrolling the skies over Metropolis and the rest of the world alongside his two sons. The world and the Justice League returned to their regular everyday levels of chaos and world ending threats, hopeful once again that the day would be saved by a hero in a crimson cape. 
However there was one crimson cape that had not returned to the skies. Kara Zor-El, Supergirl never again took to the air over Metropolis after her confrontation with Doomsday. While she still lived, her time as a hero was over. 
Her recovery took longer than Clark’s, her injuries were far too severe. Sometimes she could stand strong and tall just like any of the other Kryptonians. However, many times, her hands shook too much, and her legs couldn’t bear her own weight. The best scientists and engineers of Earth combined the best of human and Kryptonian engineering to create a wheel chair for her, yet still she did wish to return to combat. 
Instead of facing down threats as a caped hero, she worked on creating a temple to the Kryptonian god of death, Dan-El. The temple had information and sacred rites of the almost forgotten deity, as well as the history of Krypton. Unlike the other museums and history books, the temple had the true and accurate history of those people. Their most arrogant and humble moments are all on display, along with all the average, everyday moments of life on a planet now long gone. 
Kara had given up her red cape in favor of a black, floor length cloak, embroidered with the stars Dan-El loved. Her colorful skirts and outfits were handed in for the robes of the ancient clerics of the House of El. During and after her recovery she dedicated herself to serving the god that had stopped Doomsday. 
The worship of Dan-El was at first limited to those within Metropolis, but slowly it spread across the globe with the help of Kara and her temple. She gave sermons that were broadcasted worldwide, whether she was standing proud or sitting in her wheelchair with her hands shaking so hard the rattling could be picked up by her microphone. 
Some of the hero community were baffled by her choices, that she would willingly step away from saving people, none more than Clark. Even with her injuries she could still help the superheroes even if she didn’t want to be on the front lines herself, just like how Oracle still helped as a computer specialist. He brought it up with her repeatedly, but each time she turned him down and said that she was serving her purpose. 
“Kara, please-” Clark tried again after one of her sermons on Dan-El’s teachings. 
“Clark!” Kara interrupted him. She glanced at the followers who were learning how the Kryptonians venerated death before she led the way into her private office. “I’ve made my choice and you need to respect it.” 
“Kara, you still have the power to help others. Don’t you have a responsibility to do so?” 
She scowled at him. “I am helping people. I’m helping them come to terms with the vast world of Death.” Clark took a breath to speak, but she spoke over him. “And I am fulfilling my oath to Dan-El in exchange for his assistance with Doomsday.” 
“Kara-”
“Listen to my heart, Kal.” Kara ordered. 
Clark looked at her in confusion before focusing on her. She watched his face twist and fall in confusion and dismay. 
“Wha-?”
“I died that day.” Kara snapped. “I breathed my last in the graveyard where I called him. He promised to answer my final request, to spare you from Doomsday’s wrath, without any obligation, in this life or the next. However, he offered me a chance, a chance to keep facing the world, despite my pain and my tremors. He froze my heart in between one beat and the last. I will never fully heal, so I have chosen to utilize the borrowed time to act as his Servitor. I will spread the word of Dan-El, the Phantom King of Death, to those of Earth. Because he gave me the time.” 
Clark looked at her frozen, grief raging across his face. 
“Kara, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.” 
“You weren’t supposed to.” Kara said simply, before she lifted the hood of her cloak over her golden hair. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have another sermon in a few minutes.” 
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From his frozen throne within the Infinite Realms, Danny Phantom, known as Dan-El to the Kryptonians, watched his Servitor. His name had all but disappeared from the thoughts of mortals, yet now it would once again be able to spread across the universe. He hoped that his message would help. Help prevent the fate of Krypton from repeating itself. Help prevent the fate of his own home universe, where the actions of a corrupt government led to all of life being cut off from Death. He had spared her, the last daughter of Krypton, in the desperate hope that all the various worlds of this universe, and the many universes they have contact with would spread his messages. 
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Prompt #4
Let it be known that Kara was not planning on becoming a mother anytime soon. But when a very obviously traumatized teen comes up to her as Supergirl to ask if she was an alien and refusing to answer anything about his parents? Then also nearly having a panic attack over suggesting CPS because "they work for the government"?
Screw Bruce and his black haired blue eyed children obsession, this one's hers.
It's safe to say that the next time Barry visited from his universe, he was very confused at the sudden new child Kara had acquired.
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natalieh0490 · 7 months
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Dc X Dp Headcanon - Kryptonite
What if kryptonite in these kinds of crossovers wasn’t ghost candy?
Kryptonite was formed from the death energy of a planets worth of in an instant. It’s formation is unique due to the number of deaths involved in its creation, the stressors the ectoplasm was exposed to after the planet blew up, and just how much agony and sorrow it contains within even the tiniest piece.
In every piece of Kryptonite from the largest to the smallest there are countless echos wailing in wordless sorrow, screaming in a cacophony of anger, or in some combination of the two. The reason why the only members of the living that are effected by kryptonite is Kryptonians is due to the echoes extreme jealousy that they got to escape, that they got to live while none of them got that luxury. So they inflict every ounce of their suffering, every single thing they felt when they died, on those who dared to escape and this is the canonical result to kryptonite we see in kryptonians. The echoes miss the other members of the living because they aren’t liminal enough for them to touch. Living kryptonians are similar enough that they don’t have this protection.
Ghosts are also negatively effected by kryptonite, but not anywhere near the same level as kryptonians. Whenever a ghost gets too close to a chunk of kryptonite, all they can hear are the screams. A weaker ghost will be forced to make a new path due to the strength behind the screaming because it is just too painful, while stronger ghosts can push through it if absolutely necessary but it won’t be pleasant. The ghosts also aren’t entirely sure whether kryptonite is made of just echoes like what can happen with condensed ectoplasm but gone weird, or if the extreme disaster of the death of kryptonite captured the souls of its dead and melted them down into these crystals of pain. No one is willing to find out either.
Liminal when exposed to kryptonite will not experience pain like ghosts and kryptonians, but they do get something. They do hear the screams that kryptonians don’t hear while ghosts do, but it is muted. The amount of liminality a person has determines how loud the kryptonite is from a barely there whisper to a conversational level. Liminals also can sense that there is something deeply wrong with kryptonite whenever they are around it. How we, the average liminal who would be exposed to kryptonite would ignore these symptoms as unnecessary paranoia instead of them being able to see beyond the norm.
There is no such thing as true synthetic kryptonite. All of the human researchers thinking it is just another crystal and trying to replicate it are missing a n important part of the process. Earth has plenty of ectoplasm form them to shape into a crystal, but the researchers don’t have the necessary amount of deaths in the proper way to make it. So every type of kryptonite they do make had the fun combination of whatever overpowering thought they had while trying to make it combined with the intent for it to only work on kryptonians. Without this second but their synthetic “kryptonite” would work just as well on humans, but since all the people making it want to just hurt/affect kryptonians, that is the only group it works on. This is where all other kryptonite colors comes from. True kryptonite can’t change color and green kryptonite cannot be reproduced.
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riversmoke · 1 year
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DP × DC Micro Idea #1
Kryptonite was a naturally occurring crystal of varying colors on Krypton that were able to affect Kryptonians either mentally or physically. The original colors were blue and red. Platinum was accidentally made from blue kryptonite in one of the Science Guild's labs, but due to no non-Kryptonians being near it, none of the scientists knew what it did.
From the death and destruction of the Kryptonians, a massive amount of ectoplasm was created. This fused with some of the stones. Some blue taking on a greenish tone and some red turning pink. A small amount of the platinum turned gold. After landing on Earth, some were able to modify these stones further.
Due to the kryptonite being ecto-contaminated, Danny Fenton (Phantom) is able to remove the radiation from it which would then return them to their original states.
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Writing Challange
For?: Anyone, but really I think it would be a pretty interesting study to have “anti-shippers” of the couples in question, to write these scenes.
Prompt: Re-write cannon scenes of popular “completely straight” gay ships that “fans created” and writers/showrunners/actors never encouraged or used as “queerbate”, as heterosexual relationships using the exact same actions and words and emotions as the original scenes.
Why?: I think it would be interesting to see just how many people would still see that particular couple the same way and how many would discover they actually do just have an aversion to gay ships.
I think that alot of people see the word “queerbaiting” and dont fully understand it. They take it like “oh they’re angry coz they didnt get their way, and they just want to make everything gay” … that is so completely not what it is.
Its understandable in a sense that the term queerbaiting isnt fully understood by all because theres no such thing as “straight-baiting” in television and movies. Its the actual complete opposite … when its a male/female relationship, its called a “slow-burn”, inferring that it will eventually become something. Its called “taking advantage of the actors chemistry” and while it is talked about and hinted at as a “will they/ wont they” its never actually in question because the majority of the time, chemistry reads are done between these actors for the specific reason of knowing “will this sell?” But when it comes to queerships, once upon a time they happened by accident. Actors were brought in with a different storyline and then something showed up on screen that wasnt intended and through that they discovered that there was this entire massive subset of fans who were not being acknowledged in life or on television … so they did exactly what they did with their straight relationships. They took advantage. They teased and hinted and wrote things that had they been a “usual” couple, would eventually lead to “endgame”. They encouraged the will they wont they of it all. Took advantage of that chemistry. The only difference? They never intended to give their fanbase that eventual outcome. They straddled the line of keep them invested but never encourage. And now? Now it seems that its become a requirement for shows, to have that one relationship that is strictly-straight friends, “which is so much more special then romantic love sometimes”… but they will still play off of it and benefit from merchandise and views and hashtags and everything that brings in a dollar from fans who are only looking for exactly what they’re calling it … “every kind of love” …. Why cant two women have a healthy faithful relationship? Why cant two men who are best friends, ALSO fall in love with each other? Why cant a character who has only ever identified as “straight” grow and realize that they’re bi or pan or gay? And why cant two people be both best friends and queer but also find love with other people? Why cant a queer man and a straight man have a healthy loving friendship that doesn’t have to end horribly? A big part of it is because of those words! Words that for so long have been used as homophobic slurs and still today in Twenty-freaking-twenty-four are used with hate instead of what they actually ARE which is how people identify how they LOVE . Words that the LGBTQIA+ community have taken back and fight every day to redefine with love and Pride and positivity, but that the “ entertainment industry” still shy away from due to a history of hate-filled, un-informed homophobia. An instilled fear that if they step over that line, then it will all fall apart. That the villagers will come with their torches and pitchforks and storm the castle so to speak. So they stay just this side of “not too far” and spout the company line. “I think its really important that we show every kind of love” but never actually doing that. Because the other company line is “who else can we exploit for a dollar?”. And its not new. The entertainment industry has always used queer people to their advantage. Once upon a time it was for the “hilarity” of a man or woman dressing in drag to get away with some scheme. Or it was about gay bashing and feeding into hate and fear by showcasing what a horrible insult it is to be called gay or how dangerous it is to be out. How sexy it is for two women to be together - but only to turn on the straight male lead. Now its become something along the lines of a joke again, but now the joke is “we know what we’re doing and we’re going to keep doing it because we’re profiting off of it, off of you.”
Queerbaiting isnt us seeing something unintentional or not there. Queerbaiting is this: if the same scene can be rewritten the same way but as female/male, and you can suddenly see it as romantic, its because the relationship is queer coded, to pull in specific fans.
Scripts are not just dialog on a page. While actors are sometimes given leeway, they are given a script telling them how to portray the words on the page. How to move, speak, emote. A director films this, re-sets films again multiple times until what is written comes across on camera the way it was meant to. This is all then edited even further to make things even more impactful and entertaining. It is then viewed and approved and only then shown to these “delusional fans.” This is all done knowing what reaction they will get from it. There are people who actually have the job of encouraging these ships. Of finding more ways to profit off of something that somebody else is in charge of disproving to fans by calling it unintentional. It is an industry, a business, nothing is unintentional. That is queerbaiting.
Challenge: Just change one thing. One characters gender, thats all.
Go ahead and give it a try. Im honestly curious as to the outcome.
Also add some ships that you think apply in the tags!!
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proneterror204 · 3 months
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When Pariah Dark was alive he was a kyptonian warlord. In kryptonian history it is known that in medieval kypton there was a king so mad with power that he burned all the temples, declared war on the gods, and seduced a young chronomancer to bend time in his favor. It is recorded that the kryptonian god of death, dan-el, struck him down for his crimes and arrogance and threw his soul into the unknown to suffer eternal undeath.
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satoshy12 · 1 year
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Allspeak Danny + Dc
Danny has acquired Omnilingualism/All-Tongue/Allspeak.  He could speak any language fluently, which helped him in school, even if he changed languages while speaking a few times.
Mr Lancer cried in joy as Danny spoke fluently in Latin, French and Spanish.
So, while attending a space convention, he overheard a girl complaining about it to her sister about how awful the event was.
His desire to listen to what the Guide had to say was so strong that he couldn't stop himself and asked them to be quiet.
It didn't occur to Danny that he spoke Kryptonian to the girls. The mother language of the girls, who were the super heroines Supergirl and Powergirl.
Danny then listened and followed the tour guide, ignoring the two girls completely. Who were totally shocked. 
He then used his powers and was gone after the convention closed.
Leaving behind Supergirl and Powergirl, who really wanted to talk to him.
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half-dead-ham · 1 year
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Everyone knows that Cadmus cloned Superman to make Kon-el, right? Old news type thing.
But does anyone know about Galatea? She's Supergirl's clone. Cadmus made different genetically engineered metahuman babies because they wanted a team to stand against the Justice League in case they went rouge, and Galatea is one of their experiments. Didn't know she had one till I was watching the Justice League United show. They weren't a big event, but I'm just thinking about Dani now.
What if Dani finds all these test tube baby metas and Supergirl's clone while adventuring? Just, floating in stasis? Idk if it's an active lab or just a storage facility, but either way she freaks out and breaks them out. Now she's got a gaggle of confused slightly unstable heroes and a clone of Supergirl with a psychic link to her gene donor.
So what does the little clone do when she has a bunch of "failed" experiments with no purpose or direction and is way over her head?
She calls Danny.
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thecatkingdom9 · 11 months
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Free requests please free request please. I’m just doing this because I realize that I don’t get request for a lot of people because I’ve never written them so now here is me showing I write for them. I’ve never done a introduction of me but here it is. Hi my names thecatkingdom but you can call me Cat or King, I go by she/they pronouns. I mostly write celerities/characters and my character Cat. I write fluff, smut, and angst with happy ending, plus my will do’s and wont do’s are listed on my masterlist.
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wilygryphon · 1 year
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A Kryptonian who lives with a human identity goes to reveal their identity and nature to a friend. Before saying it outright, they demonstrate their powers by hovering off of the ground and lightly using their freeze breath. Only for the friend to at first guess "You're half ghost?!"
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(( real family doesn’t come from your blood. it’s the people standing beside you when no one else is. )) » sometimes in life there really are bonds formed that can never be broken. sometimes you really can find that one person who will stand by you no matter what ; maybe you’ll find it in a spouse and celebrate thing, but there is also the chance that the one person you can count on for a lifetime, the one person who knows you, sometimes better than you know yourself, is the same person who’s been standing beside you all along.
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