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[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Multiverse Police

I've seen the idea that GIW is actually SCP foundation somewhere, and lately, I've been thinking a lot about Fenton Happy Ending, so I bring you this. Behold, GIW/SCP, Team Phantom, and Fentons are working all together, and the whole wide multiverse fears them.

So, a giant green Lazarus Pit that looks more like a vortex than an actual Pit randomly opens in, say, Ohio. Because I heard a lot of weird shit happens in Ohio. The world is worried, JL gets sent there, but they are not exactly sure of what to do with it. Nothing comes out of it, and, well, no one is volunteering to just jump inside it - Batman made everyone read his files on Lazarus Waters, and they are reasonably wary.

But then a thing appears literally out of thin air on top of it. It looks like a spaceship, kind of, but more sci-fi than what real spaceships look like. And before anyone says anything, a large green - Lazarus green - dome appears, effectively covering both the ship and the Pit and cutting the heroes off.

The heroes are Confused (tm). And worried. And no one has an idea of what the fuck is going on, for all they know it could be some kind of yet another alien invasion.

Then, two figures on the hoverboards - one read and one teal - come out of the ship, flying over the Pit. They are followed by drones, and they all look like they are... scanning the Pit? A few more people, wearing black visors and shiny white suits that look like they are packed with all kinds of tech, slide down on the ropes straight inside the Pit. It sure looks like they are very familiar with it and have a good idea of what they are doing, working as a team.

One of the figures on the hoverboard, the one in a teal suit, notices the heroes on the other side of the green dome. She - because both of them look feminine enough - slows down and flies down to the ground, landing in front of Superman and taking off her helmet. It reveals a rather young, no older than twenty years old girl with fiery red hair tied in a bun, with eyes the same color as her suit. She smiles at them.

"Hi, you must be the Justice League?" She asks politely, and as Superman gives her a nod just out of surprise at her friendly attitude, she touches her ear, "Mom, this is DC sector universe. Pretty sure it's not a dimension we've been before, though." She turns back to Superman, "You don't recognize any of this, do you?"

Batman intervenes before Supes has the time to answer, "Who are you?"

The girl nods and taps her ear again, "Yeah, they definitely don't know us. So mark it as either an unfamiliar dimension or an unfamiliar timeline." Then she turns to Batman and smiles.

"You can call us interdimensional police. And since all the Batmans we ever encountered never believed us, I'm going to send you a copy of the files your other versions complied all together, so you can read and add more if you feel like it."

She touches her wrist computer, and, a few moments later, Batman's comm comes online with Oracle's voice:

"B, I'm getting a shit ton of files on... Multiverse Law Enforcement?.. out of nowhere. What's going on?"

Now, JL is baffled. Some of them - Flashes and Bats, for example - knew there was a whole wide multiverse going on, but to learn the multiverse has police? That's new.

Meanwhile, the redhead continues:

"The green thing behind me is a natural portal to the Infinite Realms, the dimension between dimensions. Which is really not what is supposed to be happening, so we are in the process of fixing it. It will take from ten minutes to a few hours, depending on what's on the other side, but the portal will be gone soon, and then I'll have to ask you some questions."

"Questions about what?" Asks Flash, and the girl waves her hand in the air.

"Oh, well, about the portals? If one so big is opening up, it means a few smaller ones had to exist in this dimension already. Our tech is not picking them up if they are smaller than a certain size, but you must have seen them before. I believe in the DC sector, you call them Lazarus Pits? We can take care of them later, too."

The second hoverboarder flies closer to them and revs her engine.

"Jazz, talk to them later, Tucker and Agents are done. Fentons are about to get Dannies down, so you need to either come up or leave the shield."

The girl - Jazz - looks surprised.

"Dan, too?"

"Yeah, it's the Toothy Jungle on the other side. They wanted to ask Ember, but, eh, what's her guitar gonna do to plants, even if they are sentient?" The red hoverboarder shrugs, and Jazz tilts her head, looking back to the heroes.

"I think I'll stay with them. You know it gets violent when Dan goes down, so people get antsy about us. I don't want to give the wrong impression."

The other girl huffs, but doesn't argue.

"Okay. Get out of the shield, then, and for Ancients sake, keep your comm open. Danny has an aneurysm every time you turn it off." With that, she flies away, back to the ship, and Jazz taps her hoverboard so it folds down into a hexagon shape no bigger than a backpack. Then, she steps through the shield, joining the JL on the other side of it.

"Are you not scared we might take you hostage?" Asks Wonder Woman just out of curiosity, and Jazz smiles pleasantly at her.

"Don't judge a girl by her looks. I don't want to brag, but I did fist fight Superman once and won."

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So basically, after Amity Park got sucked into Infinite Realms, the whole town just kind of collectively decided they like it there. And somehow they reached a happily ever after with both Danny's reveal to his parents and GIW, and then Clockwork showed up and was like, you guys want human food supply, running water and electricity, right? Well, I can do that, and so much more, you can be the ultimate perfect town. And for the price? You gonna go on adventures from time to time and fix the multiverse when shit hits the fan in various dimensions and universes. Doesn't that sound like fun?

And Amity Park, who's seen so much weird stuff over the years that it greatly affected their idea of common sense, goes yeah, that does sound fun! Let's go, people!

So here they are, appearing in different universes and doing damage control. They are, like, the superheroes for superheroes.

I'm probably going to write a part 2 to it, I want to show off Danny and Dan and Dani too. Halfas on the loose, JL is mildly concerned and kind of scared, and Jazz is just like yeah, that's just another regular Tuesday :)

I love Jazz being a badass, yes. Also, if you didn't get it, the other one on the hoverboard is Val, the drones are controlled by Tucker, and the people on the ropes are GIW agents.

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[mmikelewatt]

some details i really like from hot fuzz :-]

nicholas as a kid.........

the team's personal tastes in tea and coffee

this face nicholas makes when he's being touched which makes you appreciate even more how comfortable he is with danny later in the movie

two classics: the c word being the only swear word that's not censured and the white board in the background describing tony fisher

angel's pen is the only blue one !

i know that the spanish shaun of the dead dvd is a pretty known easter egg, but i'd like to point out that the sticker is conveniently placed on simon's face lol

aaaand nicholas being discreetly interested in danny's flipbook animation

there's probably morre but these were the first that came to mind

[melonsharks]

love changes everything! it feels like every little moment in your life is huge!

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

sometimes i think about how metal sonic views sonic bc like it fascinates me. like it’s very easy to see it as just hatred, and metal does bitterly hate sonic a whole lot, so it’s not entirely wrong, but it’s a lot more complicated than that.

like, for one, the fact she’s able to so personally hate sonic means he's one of the few, if not the only, organic being she truly sees as close enough to an equal to hate. she views most of them as useless and beneath her- even eggman, who she loves, is someone she's entirely willing to just straight up not listen to or respect even when she’s unable to be anything but loyal to him. she’s at least had Moments where she’s considered herself superior and inherently smarter than her father to the point she’s able to override his orders even when reprogrammed to be physically unable to rebel bc she genuinely sincerely thinks she knows what’s best for him and he doesn’t. but sonic? sonic is the one person she treats as anything close to an equal consistently. he's her hated enemy, but he’s a worthy one.

and also like… her being so envious of sonic she literally defines herself by it (she’s self aware enough to theme herself after a biblical monster heavily associated with it lmao) isn’t just bc she hates him and wants to be better than him out of spite. i mean the whole thing in heroes is that she can never win bc she’s miserable and has no friends ever in her life. she accidentally lets slip that she’s scared and that becoming the Real Sonic in her own mind allows her to not be. something she does btw by for the first time allowing herself agency over her body and her life. metal is the golden child, and contrary to what you’d think, being the golden child is awful and abusive in and of itself. she's expected to uphold a facade of perfection she sees her siblings verbally abused for not meeting. a facade she’s painfully aware is untrue. she's scared and alone and lives only to fulfil others expectations. sonic is free and happy and has so many friends. he’s everything metal isn’t allowed to have.

it’s not just hatred- it's admiration. sonic is what she wants to be as much as he's what she hates. the version of sonic she has in her head is someone she despises and adores in equal measure, and i don’t even mean that on an interpersonal relationship level he's become more of an ideal than a person to her. one she both hates enough to want to eradicate forever and longs for so much she wants to become it. and that still makes him more of a person in her eyes than basically everyone else. which feeds back into the loneliness that feeds back into her beyond monomaniacal obsession and it’s just a ourobous of mental illness and suffering.

he's both the apex and nadir. the only light in her life and the darkness that consumes her. he's goodness and he's suffering. he's what she wants to be and what she’d rather die than become. above all else, he is the world she revolves around. everything else might as well be specks of dust to her. can such an all consuming feeling really even be defined as love or hate, or has it transcended that to become something entirely new?

[gravedigg]

Overcome by your moving temple Overcome by this holiest of altars

A set of outfit designs for Jean-Baptiste & Virgil for a DurgeDurge BG3 AU.

Jean-Baptiste/Jack belongs to @nullshocked

Closeups and some extras after the cut. :-)

[quinloki]

You know, fair. Fair. But the :) is just rude.

[plantmagpie]

Thinking about fungi all the time… call that brainrot

[duskyashe]

CAMP NANO DAY 8/9

(please see tags for trigger warnings)

[first three chapters] [AO3]

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It had been a long time since Bruce had been this unbalanced by the thought of a conversation. He was unafraid to admit, if only to himself, that he was terrified about the kinds of things he'd hear from the young woman now sitting across from him. On the way to his office, he'd asked her if she felt safe and comfortable talking to him by herself, or if she'd prefer having his youngest adopted son sit in with them, and while she was understandably hesitant to let an unknown fifteen year old sit in on their discussion, he'd also seen the way she'd unconsciously relaxed when she saw Tim walk in.

"Before we start, my name is Timothy Drake-Wayne, please call me Tim, and you have permission to hug me, cling to me, cry on me, or even squeeze my hand tight enough to break it. Whatever you need to do to get through this discussion. I'll even leave for snacks if you need to say something intensely personal or that you feel I shouldn't hear," his son said with a small, supportive smile. Bruce was so proud of Tim, he'd come so very far since first coming to them. "I'm very well used to standing in as an emotional support person when a foster kid gets comfortable enough with Bruce to want to tell him exactly what happened wherever they'd been before coming here, and I'm perfectly content to keep doing so for as long as I live here."

Bruce watched as Jazz processed everything Tim said and caught the question in her gaze before she'd even opened her mouth to speak it. "Tim has decided he wants to work with CPS when he gets older, take his own experiences with the system and use them to help improve it. I do whatever I can to help him, to help any of the children who find themselves in my care, achieve his dreams," he explained softly, pride warming his heart and voice. "I'm not sure how well you remember him, but my first adopted son, Dick, recently decided to open his own gymnastics studio here in Gotham. His experience with you and Danny when you lived with us really left an impression."

Jazz nodded in understanding before glancing at Tim, reached for his hand, and took a fortifying breath. "My—the Fentons are… scientists, inventors, innovators, they—they discovered, independently, an entire species of interdimensional beings with incredible powers and such a rich mixture of cultures, and… and they decided those beings were unnatural, that they were evil and needed to be experimented on and exterminated. They created a portal to these beings' home dimension in our basement without following any sort of safety regulations or protocols." Jazz took another breath, swallowing as she looked down at hold on Tim's hand. "Th-the green on me and Danny when we first got here, it's called ectoplasm. It's basically the lifeblood of these beings, it makes up almost their entire bodies. Their dimension is full of it, as any excess they produce gets shed off into the environment around them.

"When the Fentons created their portal into the Infinite Realms, they didn't realize they'd installed a secondary switch that also needed to be flicked for the thing to work. A switch that was on the inside of the portal shaft and could only be reached by physically going inside it." She shuddered as she tried to bite back tears. "I wasn't home at the time. I was tutoring a fellow student in English at the local fast food joint. Danny was at home with his two best friends. Mom and dad had left the day before to track down the supposed "ghost" that had caused their magnum opus to fail to work. He should have been safe.

"I got a frantic phone call from Danny's friend, Tucker, telling me I needed to get home ASAP, that Danny'd had an accident and wasn't waking up. The student I was tutoring asked me what I was waiting for, to get going, and so I did. I—by the time I got back to the house, Sam and Tucker had managed to drag Danny away from the portal, but i-it was pretty obvious what the accident was, I mean… the portal hadn't been on before I left…"

Bruce had a bad feeling about where this story was going. He'd seen the product of lab accidents too often to be able to con himself into thinking it could be going in any other direction. He almost stopped her from continuing, but while she was very obviously distressed, the process of telling him, of telling them, seemed to actually be doing her some good, so he kept his silence and watched as she clenched Tim's hand even harder for a brief second before relaxing her grip almost entirely.

"Sam was fussing over Danny's prone form, trying to make him more comfortable on the steel flooring without moving him too much, while Tucker was pacing between the two of them and the swirling mass of green that was the portal when I got there. As soon as they saw me, Tucker was on me with tears in his eyes. "We thought he'd died," he said. "The screaming—we thought he was dead. We're so sorry, he could have died—we're so unbelievably sorry,"" Jazz quoted with a strained voice. "Sam's makeup was running from how much she was crying. Sam never cries, and there she was, kneeling over my barely breathing baby brother, nearly sobbing in terror and guilt. They—Sam had apparently dared Danny to go inside so they could get a picture, and while in there, Danny tripped, and he hit the secondary switch. The Fentons had apparently not turned the other switch off after the thing didn't work the first time, and Danny ended up paying the price of their stupidity. He was alive, he'd survived, but now he's rightfully terrified of anything to do with electricity above what comes out of your stranded wall outlet. Only, come to find out, Danny hadn't survived. Not entirely… not unchanged."

Knew it, Bruce thought wearily as he leaned back in his chair. He resisted the urge to rub his hand across his face or run it through his hair and instead just continued to listen to Jazz's tale.

"The combination of all that electricity running through him, killing him, as a portal made pretty much entirely of ectoplasm opened up literally right on top of him changed Danny on a molecular level. He's no longer fully human. He's now something called a halfa, half human and half… half ghost."

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FINALLY got that finished! I sincerely apologize for not getting this out yesterday, I had to take a general health day due to both my lactose intolerance realizing, three days after the fact, that I'd eaten dairy and decided it didn't like that at all, and my sleep schedule being crap the past two days (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠) that's why today's post says "day 8/9", I'm counting it for both days since I *did* start writing it yesterday (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

For anyone reading this directly after day 6 but hasn't read any of the reblogs of day 6, this is actually chapter 4 of this fic, not chapter 2. I have two amazing co-writers who have each written an amazing chapter for this fic, which can be more easily read on AO3 by hitting the link up at the top!

Also, due to this fic having two co-writers for it, from now on, when I post a new chapter for it here on Tumblr, I won't be linking back to my previous chapter, since there will be two chapters between each of my own. Instead, I'll be linking back to the first post back on day 6 and to the AO3 version, where the entire fic will be readily available for reading.

Also also, because this is being co-written, any and all updates for this fic will be highly sporadic at best. Please don't harass me or my co-writers for quicker updates, we're all very busy people working together to write this purely for fun.

Have a wonderful morning/day/night everyone!

[halfhissandwich]

I made a funny Janus clip into angst!

(Listen I was going to add the snake face but this is already a monster of a video effort wise)

[mortalandstupid]

whenever i see a post that’s clearly made by someone who doesn’t know that queer (2024) is based on a book written by one of the most notable american authors of the 20th century i just want to drive off a cliff

[fanaticsnail]

The way that all of the anons are flirting with one another in my ask box right now is just giving me life. Today has been a bad pain day for my silly arm issue, and it has been an absolutely beautiful distraction from the agony. I am feeling like the third wheel in the absolute best way, I ship you all.

I am also drinking Pinot Noir.

[theficdealer]

Pain

That's what Tim feels when he comes to. All consuming pain.

His abdomen feels like it's on fire. His head feels like someone is taking an ice pick to it. He can feel his heartbeat in his eyes.

"You have the ability to overcome great fear. Welcome to the Green Lantern corps"

—Summary of Green rings and red things (part 36 of Tim Drake AU’s) by siren_of_the_ocean on ao3

In which Tim Drake gets a green lantern ring instead of a splenectomy and the universe is better for it.

(review+rambling below the line)

This fic is 40k words long and i genuinely forget that every time because all I can think is “it’s too short and I want more.” The concept is fantastic, to my layman eyes and a few google searches it seems like the author actually knows their canon shit (well, that and the fact that they have a reacting to cannon series that has continued to be updated for actual years at this point) and have a fixation on tim drake, which is fantastic because so do i. The ending is a bit…abrupt? It’s not bad, it just hits you out of nowhere and leave you wanting more.

Things I Love About This Fic:

Tim “i will do what i want to do or die trying” drake

Tim vs the JL: The Emotional Beat-Down

Tim: *takes one look at the guardians* there’s somethin’ fishy going on around here

Tim: since i had some downtime, i told the ring to tell me everything. /The other earth lanterns: 👀 / Tim: aaand i’m getting the feeling that’s never occurred to you before

Kyle: He’s the enemy! Run!/ Tim: how about instead i stay and politely ask some questions / Kyle: that is literally the opposite of what i told you to do

Kon: *is alive* /Tim: *is having a mental breakdown* / Kon: is this a good time to mention Bart’s here too? / Bart: got something you want to share with the class, timmy?

Stopping here so I don’t seriously spoil anything too badly. Go read it! Or if Green Lanterns aren’t your thing, this author had literally over a hundred other fics you might enjoy! Other favorites include Into the Deep Dark Night (part 75 of Tim Drake AU’s) in which Tim becomes a Russian water spirit(??) undead entity type deal and lives in the sewers, Bat in a Flash (part 17), where Tim becomes a Flash during an accident with lightning, and The worst year of his life (part 40) in which the justice league, the bats, and a few others react to the red robin (2012) run (also good if, like me, you can’t afford the comics and want to get the gist. They’re currently on issue 29 of 90s yj later on, if you’re interested).

(No this is not an add, i just Love this series

[rosetterer]

so I did end up getting a bit drunk yesterday but thankfully, this time around it seems that the funniest things I did on here was randomly write and post a 1000+ words bucktommy non-sexual daddy kink ficlet and call captain gerrard a bro 😭😭

[adrift-in-thyme]

The cool thing about being a quiet person is that you carry an air of mystery without even really trying

…the not so cool thing is that nobody ever talks to you

[mirdaniaa]

REBIRTH OR CATHARSIS WITH MIRDANIA 🛐🛐🛐

She wakes in the sky. Flying, maybe. Her fëa making its way to the Halls of Mandos, it must be. She can still feel the sting of the Uruk’s axe, the ache of the ground’s impact against her bones, and—

And a heartbeat that is not her own.

It feels as though it takes her hours to locate the source. She becomes slowly aware of her body, held, she comes to realize, in a pair of sturdy arms, their owner’s heart beating against her ribs. She tries to turn her head and feels it roll heavily onto her shoulder, stars bursting behind her eyes with the effort. She is not in the sky, she sees now, she was only staring up at it as she was being carried away from the smoke billowing up behind her—

Eregion, she realizes, bile climbing up her bloodied throat. Home.

Tears sting her eyes, blurring the smoke and the sky until everything is watery and grey. She chokes on a sob, thick and bitter with the metallic taste of blood.

“Careful.”

The voice, so close to her ear, makes her head turn again, tear-blinded eyes seeking its source. A face comes into focus, green eyes peering at her from behind a face so solemn it might seem carved from stone.

No, not stone, she decides, feeling the steady way his arms hold her. Wood. The boughs of a tree swaying in the wind.

“Your nose is broken,” he tells her gently. “And your ribs.”

She turns her face away from his, this soft-voiced, kind-faced tree of a stranger carrying her away from the smoking ruins of her home. She wants to ask after Celebrimbor and Annatar and the rest, but the effort of shaping their names seems too much for her broken body.

“I know something of your sorrow,” the stranger murmurs, his words rumbling through his ribs into hers. “I, too, lost my home and those within it when Beleriand sank beneath the waves.”

She still does not look at him, but the blood in her nose and throat does not feel so cloying, the wound in her shoulder and the splinters in her ribs not so final. He survived - why shouldn’t she?

“What is your name?” she whispers, turning her head at last to look at him.

His green eyes meet hers. Green always was her favorite color. “Arondir.”

Her bloodied lips crack into a smile. “I am called Mirdania.”

He bows his head. “Save your strength, Mirdania; we have a long road ahead of us.”

Yes, she thinks, resting her head against Arondir’s shoulder; but they will not have to go it alone.

[thanatosdetesreves]

Edits of hotch represent so big of a percentage in my saved videos on tiktok that i dont even need to sort them to watch all of them in a row