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Kara shows us how it's done.
Not me shamelessly cashing in on my most popular fan-comic
#superman#superheroes#fanart#my adventures with superman#fan comic#dc superman#supergirl#kara flamebird#kara zor el#kara danvers#karolsen#jimmy kara#jimmy olsen#maws season 2#maws fanart#maws superman#maws supergirl#maws jimmy olsen#post season 2#Kara doesn't care ho she looks#she know how to pull a power move#no shame or embarrassment in her body#Clark take notes#Jimmy all in on this kind of chaos#eating guns#a time honored super-tradition
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“Why are you bullying Hal Jordan so much in this fic?” Because it’s funny. Because it’s funny and he’s not a real person.
#I have deleted like three asks calling me a bully#it’s a fic#it’s made up#I promise I would not say/do any of this to a real person#in the meantime please enjoy my author note#which is hilarious after a re read#I was iffy about including it but now no regrets#bruce wayne#batman#dc#myfic#theresurrectionist#Hal jordan#I just love when Bruce takes care of Clark you know 💜#superbat#clark kent#superman
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Age is but a Number (DPxDC)
Daniel Fenton was only thirteen months old when he took his first steps. Only fifteen months old when he said his first words. He was two years old when he uttered his first sentence.
Danny could walk back his whole timeline from the moment he opened his eyes into this world. Except, none of those moments counted. They held no true weight for Danny's life.
No, there were certain moments that mattered. That had a clear shift to his life. Not every moment, not every milestone mattered.
Danny was five years old when he first felt the sting of disappointment at his parents missing a school event. He was six years old when the lab door was closed in his face for the first time, but not the last time.
He was eight when his young mind realized who was the one raising him. The one feeding him, waking him up, getting him dressed, and dealing with his tantrums.
Danny was ten when he learned to love and hate his parents for the true first time. Seeing both the good and the bad in them, and still loving them despite it.
He was eleven when he watched his sister crack under the pressure. Stood teary-eyed in the doorframe of her bedroom as he watched her cry and sob. He was twelve when he got into his first real fight with his mother, hiding away at Tucker's place for a few nights.
Danny was fourteen years old when he stepped into his parents' portal. When he accidentally hit the on switch. When a combination of ectoplasm and electricity ruined his life.
He was only fourteen when he experienced death for himself. Felt his life force leave him, and flood him at the same time.
Danny was still only fourteen when his world changed. New powers and abilities appear out of thin air. When a crazed billionaire latched on to him. When Danny had taken the mantel of a hero without meaning to.
He was still just fourteen when his life was filled with constant fighting. Both ghostly and human. Things got more tense between Danny and his mother. School was a weight that Danny wasn't sure he could handle.
Danny was fifteen when he had an existential crisis. The weight of a looming crown he was meant to take on the moment he turned eighteen or died fully. Having witnessed timelines where his family was gone. Having recognized a pattern of repetition in a life that Danny didn't want.
He was still fifteen when he made an impulsive decision. It was stupid and rash. Something expected from an angsty teenage boy, and not from an heir to a throne and a town to protect.
There had been no big fight. No big showdown. His parents still didn't know his secret. Danny hadn't bothered telling Tucker, Sam, or Jazz about his great plan. One moment, Daniel Fenton was in Amity Park. The next moment, he was gone without a trace.
Danny is just a fifteen year old boy, perched on a hill miles away from home. He didn't know what he was doing or what he was going to do. He didn't even know what state he was in.
He had just flown through the sky, a bag of emergency supplies slung over his shoulder. Danny had no intentions of stopping. That was until he stumbled cross a state line, and felt it.
A strong sense of caring and love. A feeling that Danny could only compare to the love he felt from Jazz. There was a strangeness in the air, but also a feeling of home. It drew Danny in like a moth to a flame.
Danny was just fifteen, curled up on a damp hill. Staring up into the night sky, and wishing for things to be different.
Not completely different. He didn't want to get rid of Phantom. Didn't want his life to go back to how it had been. Danny wanted things to get better. He wanted to feel like a kid again, something he realized he hadn't felt in a long time. Despite Jazz's best efforts to shield him.
The first tear had left Danny before he even realized it. A shaking hand wiped the tear away, silently cursing at himself for being such a baby.
Except that wasn't the only tear. It was like a dam, he never knew was there, had broken. Tears streaked down Danny's cheeks faster than he could wipe them away. Choked muffled sounds quickly turned to harsh gasping sobs.
Danny was only fifteen when he finally broke. Curled up on a random hill in a random state in the middle of nowhere. A glowing young teenager whose glow only seemed to dull with each gut-wrenching sob. Yet the stars seemed to twinkle even brighter than ever on this countryside.
So lost in the whirlwind of emotions that Danny was too young to fully decipher, he never noticed the approaching vehicle. Didn't so much as flinch when it came to a stop near him.
Danny's pain radiated with each sound he made. With each tear that left his toxic eyes. There was seemingly no end to it all. Until a single voice managed to pierce through Danny's bubble.
"Oh, dear... It's just a boy. Quick, grab a blanket!"
A small, frail voice was all it took. A voice weathered with age, and a tremble to it. Danny's whole body froze, head lifting to look at the speaker.
Except his vision had been quickly covered for a brief moment as an old flannel blanket was suddenly wrapped around Danny's shoulders. It smelt of dirt, hay, and warmth.
A kind old woman quickly followed to take a seat beside the glowing teenager. A warm, loving smile on her lips as she brought a thermos to Danny. An equally old and warm man seemed to follow behind her.
Danny's sobbing had quieted as quickly as it had started. The teen was completely bewildered, stunned to silence. This old couple, the embodiment of the American dream, didn't so much as blink at the sight a glowing boy crying on their land.
She had called him a boy. She had called him a boy. Danny was just a boy to her. His hands trembled as he accepted the thermos, taking a drink from the still hot coco inside.
Danny's stunned silence must have spoken volumes. The old man had given out a chuckle, moving to stand beside his wife.
"Don't worry, bud. Our son is just as strange as you."
Danny was just fifteen years old when he stumbled onto the Kent farm. When John and Martha Kent stumbled upon a crying glowing boy. When a sweet old couple hadn't cowered in fear but instead embraced Danny. Offering kindness and comfort with no strings attached.
He was only fifteen when he found himself a new home. A new life. One where he didn't have to be anything more than a teenage trying his best. When his powers weren't needed, only appreciated. Never expected.
A life where a warm home-cooked meal and a mother's kiss seemed to greet him every morning and night. Where a father's touch seemed to linger in every tractor lesson, every game of catch, and every time Danny learned more about the farmer lifestyle.
Danny was fifteen when he found his family. When he met the equally kind son of an amazing couple. When he had someone willing to teach him how to handle his powers, but never expected him to.
But Danny was seventeen when his past came back. When a town and people he cared about, all came flooding back in. When the guilt and shame of abandoning them came flooding back in.
When his new picture, perfect life started to crumble around the edges. When he realized life never went well for a Fenton and Fenton-adjacent. The perfect safe bubble had to burst eventual.
And well, that's a story for another day.
#danny phantom#fandom things#fandom#multi fandom blog#danny fenton#phandom#fanfiction#dc x dp#dp x dc#superman#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc prompt#dc superman#clark kent#martha kent#jonathan kent#the kents#kent farm#danny escapes the pressure of his life and ends up at the Kent family farm#martha didn't think twice about taking care of the strange glowing boy#neither did jonathan#Clark essential becomes a mentor and big brother figure for Danny#I thought about ending this one on a high note#but I've been in an angsty mood#the fenton's aren't terrible parents#they just get too one track minded with their work#I live for Danny and Jazz lacking childhood experiences because of it#i like projecting so what? sue me.#this was not proof read
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the last post broke 15k so i figured i should really make that follow up joke idea i had lmao. This is canon. J'onn meditates by screaming. [alt desc. provided!]
#superman#martian manhunter#justice league#wonder woman#justice leauge unlimited#batman#the flash#j'onn j'onzz#clark kent#jlu#jl#jl fanart#jlu fanart#i've had a continuation idea for months but just like didn't have time to make it wheeze#seeing the absolutely fucjing insane number of notes the last one got was like. well i Need to know#homegrown art#i had fun w this one#once again taking color notes from DP lol#anyways#expect more lol
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#movie producers and casting directors should take some notes cuz...#tyler hoechlin#henry cavill#superman#man of steel#teen wolf#clark kent#derek hale#superman & lois#justice league#superman and lois#kal el#supermen#dcedit#hoechlinedit#cavilledits#hcavilledit#dc#dctv#dceu#dc comics
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Oops.
While learning to control his powers under the guidance of Clockwork, Danny accidentally curses his own bloodline with the Curse of Sentient Food several centuries in the past. Originally, a witch was supposed to curse his family. Oops. Well, the Fentons were always adapting, and technically, either way, he'd end up battling dino nuggets at three am in his underwear, no matter who the curse came from. So he shrugged and continued on.
Unfortunately, this also means that out of nowhere, the timeline shifted, and some of his very distant relatives are now battling their food into submission at every meal because Danny is ultimately way more powerful than some mortal witch from the 1600s. His version of the curse reached literally everyone he could ever be related to for the last few centuries. Even if they were adopted into the family!
So, returning to the present time after training, Danny is a little startled to see some news clips of people's dinners coming to life and beginning revolutions. Wow, John Fentonightingale really got around, didn't he? He felt a little uncomfortable that now all these random people had to deal with their share of Fenton luck, but from some of the interviews, everyone seemed to be handling it pretty well!
Especially his so-distant-they're-on-another-tree cousins, the Kents, who contacted his family directly, asking how best to prepare a zombie turkey. Their son was coming for Thanksgiving with his new wife and some coworkers, and they just refused to make the guests fight for their lives on a holiday!
They invited the Fentons to join them, of course.
#dpxdc#pondhead blurbs#sometimes i wonder where the fuck this stuff comes from#which snail is responsible for this#but if it wasn't clear danny curses his bloodline and fucks it up because of course he does#so literally every single relative he's ever had is now suffering directly from fenton luck and sentient food fights#ma and pa kent are the only ones who reach out for advice#how did they figure out the fentons were the source? like they'd tell you those are family secrets you nosey bitch#so now the fentons are invited to spend the holidays with their distant cousins in Kansas#and meet their adopted son clark! who was just married! :D#side note the timeline changed right as the cake was cut at clark's reception so that was interesting#they had to pay for so much dry cleaning#clark's coworkers (fellow jl members) are a little worried about the sentient food but so far it's not really a big issue?#they can definitely take time off for the holidays to relax!#and they totally won't get dragged on any interdimensional adventures with a dead teenage godling as their guide!#feel free to continue#idk how many kids bruce has when clark marries lois but feel free to just throw some in#like JL members and their kids#just toss them in and watch the kids go feral#fighting your food is enrichment <3
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#creepypasta x reader#slashers x reader#scott pilgrim x reader#dc x reader#batfam x reader#clark kent x reader#lego monkie kid x reader#popee the performer x reader#hxh x reader#jjba x reader#sally face x reader#death note x reader#rdr2 x reader#fnaf x reader#fnf x reader#corpse bride x reader#gravity falls x reader#metal family x reader#you netflix x reader#blue eye samurai x reader#the monkey king x reader#all genders#taking requests#headcanons#oneshot#scenarios#main character#x y/n#x reader#x you
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You may regret this @phoenixcatch7 lol, what if I start spamming you /j
Less cryptid Batman in this particular WIP since it's semi-outsider pov lol (one of two outside person not unnerved by them lol)
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Clark knew Batman wasn’t human, even before that disaster of a mission where he had let it slip to the others.
He’d known for a long time, from one of their early meetups, when Batman had first referred to him as Clark Kent instead of Kal-El, and he had panicked. He hadn’t ever lied to his teammates when he said that the cloak prevented him from seeing his body, but his ears still worked.
He’d tried to listen to a heartbeat, to see if his at the time temporary ally was lying when he stated he wasn’t going to tell anyone and… Nothing. There was no heartbeat, no breathing, nothing even remotely human, and if he didn’t know any better, nothing even remotely alive about the silence.
He couldn’t help but to pay attention more, to seek out the strange almost silence-feeling that accompanied the Gotham vigilante each time he felt it. It was… almost comforting, like the swaying of branches and the rustling of cloth over stone. Familiar, compared to the hustle and bustle surrounding him in the city.
The first thing he had noticed, physically that is, was Batman’s ears. Previously he’d thought the man unemotional, what with the rough voice, expressionless white eyes, cloak-covered body and the gas mask covering a good chunk of his face.
Yet the longer he watched, even idly, the more he noticed that while the man’s face or body didn’t show much, his ears did.
While Batman could stay silent and still for hours, the long ears twitched and swiveled, catching on the hood that he’d always wear around them. They’d pin back sometimes, a near silent sound he couldn’t quite place accompanying the movement, while other times they’d twist a near full three-sixty, as though searching for whatever sound it had caught.
Sometimes, when he’d startled the other vigilante, there’d be rattling noise, like wood and metal clacking together before it was cut off. It was a strange sound, one he’d not heard anywhere else, except with his… friend.
Were they friends? He’d like to think so.
The next time he was reminded that his friend wasn’t human was when he saw him get injured. It hadn’t been a bad injury, even if the Gothamite’s head had hit the wall with a very loud cracking noise, but he’d still smelled what he’d eventually come to recognize as blood. There was an almost pickle-like scent to it though that wasn’t quite it either.
Honestly the closest he could think of describing it was some sort of formaldehyde. And once he focused, he could pick out other things beneath it. Maybe not flesh and blood in the traditional sense, but still.
There was always that scent of cloth and wood, but he could smell the black liquid, paint, a metallic thing underneath like iron and steel. No heartbeat, no breath, but life all the same. It was honestly beautiful in a way, like a part of the city the other vigilante called home had come to life.
And it wasn’t like Batman minded whenever his own human mask slipped. Clark may have been raised by his Ma and Pa, whom he loved, but it didn’t make his body any more human in nature. There were just some things that he couldn’t change, and it took effort to move like one all day as a civilian when his body wasn’t designed to do so.
So he stayed quiet for the most part when their group of three grew, and people started to speculate. He diverted the conversations whenever it turned to him, lightly admonishing over the various rumors.
It didn’t matter if Batman wasn’t human, he was still his friend, their ally and teammate. Was he curious? Oh of course, he’d gone into journalism for a reason after all, but it was still his friend. If he wanted to tell, he’d tell, and Clark wouldn’t break his trust.
#possessed doll au#possessed puppet au#This is pretty much the start of the doll reveal I did art for from Clark's and Diana's pov lol#batman au#cryptid batman#clark kent#superman#writing wip#Bruce when Clark first bends an arm in a way a human can't: I shall take note of this to see if I can do this later#Clark: Wow I have a friend who doesn't mind me doing weird things yay!#I like to think that the dolls start getting black veins through the wood like a mimicry of human arteries the longer they're in use#It's a symbiotic relationship that starts semi parasitic but turns mutually beneficial as the bond grows stronger#Diana who is made of clay probably also has a bit of a reveal to her teammates at some point I just realized#Maybe add my kintsugi headcanon for amazons in this oneshot lol#Might post the finished oneshot in AO3 if you'd be fine with it#Absolutely love this AU so much <3<3<3#Bruce is unaware of how expressive his ears are when he doesn't have them tucked down to not hit them on ceilings lol#Clark isn't aware that half the time Bruce is not listening for sounds but listening to comms and for vibrations#Pfft oh I can't wait for Constantine or another magic user meets the batclan for the first time#Just chanting “what the fuck” over and over because *wtf is up with that*#It's like a wooden homunculus thing mixed with a sacrifice and willing possession and so much that *Should Not* be a single creature#How many tags until Tumblr has the munchies and eats them#random thing but wasn't there one series of games or comics or whatever where the batfam had a robotic dog or two#I am *just saying*-#Clark: He don't bite#Batman hunched over like some sort of predator about to pounce with spikes out and rattling/clattering angrily:#Goons & Future JL members: YES HE DO#batman#bruce wayne#dc
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Clark + kissing Lois's hand
#lois and clark: the new adventures of superman#clois#clark x lois#clark kent#lois lane#lnc: tnaos#m: lnc#mine: edits#otp: you are way out of your league#clark lovingly kissing lois's hand makes me absolutely feral#also:#i've probably forgotten some but that's what you get when you rewatch and you don't take notes#i had to fast forward through the whole of s3 and s4 to make this
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piranesi. piranesi I think those are your journal scraps bud. I think that angry unhappy person who’s imprisoned and enslaved and losing their mind and wants to kill is you
#piranesi#susanna clarke#of course I’m not 100% certain#but i seem to recall you saying that there were pages missi bg from your journals for some reason#and your memory is being fucked with#just a thought piranesi#pounding on the glass you’re from another world you’ve lost your memory they’re keeping you there!!#they’re taking advantage of you and ruling with your notes and memory!!!#but he cannot hear me </3
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just when you think you've hit rock bottom you want to fuck a man that has blue eyes :/
#someone please take my hand and joining me in the 'clark has the same big beautiful brown eyes as a ribbon winning beloved cow' truth....#ransom note
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stolitz shippers are sitting in a room of fire, their muses screaming at each other, the chaos unfolding, relationships crashing and burning, madness and catastrophe.
meanwhile im about to write the softest shit with my lil fizzarozzie ship(s), bro. clarke and i w balloon horses as our muses and they're Kissing. wholesome barbie play. y'all stay safe.
#⸻ ₊˚ʚ delete this. ₊˚✧#the softest wholesome music w our little ship lmao#the world's falling down but Ozzie and Fizz? pride month baby. thriving.#ESPECIALLY THIS ONE ASK CLARKE SENT LMAO LIKE#take notes Stolas & Blitz. love u fuckers.
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The Feast Makers, H.A. Clarke
#the feast makers#crawling with girlfriends. like lice#h.a. clarke#i should also note all these screencaps im taking are from the arc it's possible there's changes I guess lol
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After who knows how long I finally had a Leppard themed dream! It was about Steve, which I was pleasantly surprised by.
Anyways I was looking through some old family pictures and found a polaroid of Steve and I and then it turned into a flashback of when I met him. The context was it was after a show and Steve was at the store buying all sorts of groceries for a party. Long story short I saw him and talked to him for a minute before he gave me a hug and took the picture together🥹💗
#i cannnot be crying on a friday morning :(#also for anyone curious it was hysteria era steve#another thing to note was steve was taking every tortilla chip off the shelves#that party he was planning must’ve been HUGE#also i love the idea of steve being the designated party planner#steve clark#def leppard
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The offical cranberry-cocktail auck and fuck fortnite skin list (I just choose the skins I thought were of utmost importance) Ignore the last two I had to preserve my genuine reaction like mosquitos in ancient jurassic amber
#dev notes raiden is lower because this takes place during his vr training prior to the events of mgs2 where hes a twink#if this was mgs4 or mgsr then hed be higher but for now he sits comfortably with issac clark#i probably should have moved him up a peg like right above raiden but whatever#s teirs are for the kings and queens im a sucker for horrible stoner women and men who will tear me into meat chuncks
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Takming Chaung 'slow dry' notes, 2024
#elizabeth arzani drawings#elizabeth arzani#pen and ink#artist on tumblr#figure drawing#Takming Chaung#artist talk#slow dry#note taking#lecture#Lewis and Clark#Ceramic lecture#artist research
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