#Kal Nightingale

[cursedcrowscaw]

I drew some of my characters/oc's in different outfits.

[zylev-blog]

Masterpost

This is the masterpost for everything that I have posted, not reblogged or added on from someone else.

DCU Only

The Batkids hide in Batman's cloak: here

DP Only

Ghosts as a separate species: here

DpxDc

Danny-centric

Young Danny: here

Danny really hates Christmas: here

Failed Ghost Danny: here

The Purge: here

Secret Arms dealer: here

Danny is Jon Kent: here

Martian Danny: here

Danny's being followed: here

Danny is Bruce Wayne: here

Danny is the clone of Barry and Hal: here AO3 link: here

Danny is Ace the bathound: here @bloggerspam wrote a beautiful fic for this!

Danny goes back in time to kill villain Tim: here

Danny is Diana's daughter: here

Danny arrives during DCeased: here

Danny is Alfred's son: here

Danny is centries old: here

"My name is Danny Fenton, and this is Jackass.": here

Danny is the son of Clark Kent and Lana Lang: here

Danny is convinced Batman is a vampire: here

Danny is Deadshot: here

Danny infiltrates the Light: here

Danny is Jason Todd: here

Danny pays Diana a visit: here

Dan-centric

Dan meets Jason Todd: here

Red Lantern Dan: here

Dan raises Kal-El: here

Jazz-centric

Jazz gets drunk: here

Halfa Jazz: here

Jazz is Lex Luthor's daughter: here

Tucker-centric

Tucker is Amity Park's protector: here

Dani-centric

Dani wants to get arrested: here

Dani is from the future: here

Dani is the clone of Bruce and Danny: here

When Dani destabilizes, Superman stabilizes her dna. She doesn't appreciate this: here

Danny is Clockwork's assistant

Clockwork's assistant au: here

Apprentice of time au: here

Green Lantern Danny

Adult GL Danny: here

GL Danny in Justice League: here

GL Danny helps arrest his parents: here

Danny and others:

Danny and Jazz go to a gala: here

Danny and Dick talk during a stakeout: here

Damian's rant: here

Cujo steals Jason's gun: here

Danny haunts Batman: here

Wally crosses into the DP universe: here

Bruce trains with Phantom: here

The Phantom siblings like to throw things: here

Gotham is on fire: here

Danny and Sam make a bet: here

Flash, Batman, and Joker accidentally cross into the DP universe: here

Danny and Bart are from the future: here

Dani and Dani decide to crash Bruce's interview: here

Mind-controlled Superman crashes Danny and Sam's date: here

Damian and Danny are best friends: here

Danny haunts Batman: here

Dick and Danny talk: here

Dick and Danny are childhood friends: here

Danny rescues Bruce in 1732: here

Jason and Danny kill the Joker: here

Deaged Danny

Danny escapes CADMUS: here

Danny and Dani are adopted by Aquaman: here

Oliver adopts Danny: here

Clark adopts Danny: here

Barry adopts Danny: here

Teen/Adult dad Danny

Ellie and Damian's forced friendship: here

Single Dad and toddler Ellie meet Single mom Kara and baby Kal: here AO3 link: here

Danny is Klarion and Nabu's Dad: here

Danny is Zeus, and Diana's father: here

Other:

Dick throws a party for his 30th birthday: here

The Batfam discover the GIW's warehouse by accident: here

Freakshow and Joker are brothers: here

Tim accidentally creates a portal to Amity Park: here

Dick accidentally saves Danny instead of Tim: here

Danny becomes backup Red Robin: here

Deaged Dick: here

Jazz, Harley, and Bruce are in medschool together: here

Halfa Tim Drake: here

Villain Fentons au: here

Valerie doesn't want to be on a hero team: here

Dick and Damian are ducks: here

Kryptonian Jack Fenton: here

Amity Park is its own nation: here

Villian Fentons: here

A Turkey ghost sends the Fentons on a country-wide chase: here

Little Baby Man Danny: here

Conner is Phantom and Superman's clone: here

Kryptonian Danny: here

Ships:

Dash/Danny: here

Tim/Danny: here

Tim/Danny gods of Krypton: here

Damian is Jazz and Bruce's son: here

Valerie/Danny raise Dani: here

GL Jazz/Bruce: here

FBI Agent Jazz Fenton(Nightingale): here AO3 link: here

Stephanie/Danny: here

[not-timdrake]

Nice user

Is your dad Batman dating Bruce Wayne himself, Superman clark or Clark superman?

~@gotham-s-nightingale

thanks.

Batman, Superman, Bruce Wayne, and Clark Kent are all dating.

Batman is an authority figure in my life and Bruce, Kal, and Clark are my moms. thanks <3

[her-gracious-lady-herald-bits1]

Prompt: Playing Cupid

Pairing: Leliana /female Tabris (Background)

---

Ah, the simple pleasures of camp life-the crackling fire, the crisp Ferelden air that never quite loses its wet dog smell, and the delightfully murderous expression currently gracing their fearless leader’s face as she stalks toward his tent. Zevran keeps his attention on the dagger he’s polishing, though his peripheral vision tracks her every movement. Old habits, as they say in Antiva, die harder than most marks.

"Kal," he greets smoothly, flicking an imaginary speck of dust from the blade. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

She drops onto the log beside him with all the grace of a drunk bronto. Most amusing, considering he’s seen her move like a shadow across a battlefield.

"I need-" She stops, scowling. "Fuck’s sake, I can’t believe I’m doing this."

He tsks, setting the dagger aside. "My dear Warden, whatever could have you in such a state? Has someone need of assassination? A bit of poison in their wine, perhaps? Or-" He gasps dramatically. "-have you finally succumbed to my irresistible charms?"

"If I wanted to poison someone, I’d bloody well do it myself," she deadpans.

A delicious shiver runs down his spine. Such a wonderfully deadly creature their Warden is.

"And you know damn well why I ain’t jumping into your bedroll."

"Ah yes, our lovely nightingale." His gaze flicks toward Leliana’s tent, where candlelight spills through canvas. "I must say, your taste is impeccable. Though perhaps not your timing, considering how long you’ve both been dancing around each other. In Antiva, such hesitation would be considered an insult."

Kallian’s ears flick back, sharp and involuntary. A tell she really must learn to control. "That’s actually what I wanted to talk about." Her accent thickens, uncomfortable. "The whole... romance thing."

Zevran blinks. Then laughs. Loudly.

"Brasca, you’re not about to ask me for courtship advice, are you? My dear Warden, I am a craftsman of pleasure, not love. Though if you’re looking for techniques to make our bard sing a different sort of song-"

"Andraste’s tits, will you shut it?" She punches his shoulder-hard enough to smart, but not enough to truly hurt. How considerate. "Look, I know how to tumble. Ain’t exactly new to that. But Leli, she wants…" Her ears twitch, indecisive, before flattening. "All that soft shite. Pretty words, gifts, proper courtin’. An’ you’re the only one ‘ere what knows how nobles do that sorta thing."

"I know how to seduce nobles," he corrects, though there is a note of something else in his voice now. "How to make them feel special right up until they’re screaming in pleasure or death-sometimes both, if one is feeling particularly creative." A memory flickers in his mind, fond and sharp all at once. "But true romance? That is an entirely different dance, my friend."

"Yeah? And who taught you the difference?"

Rinna’s face rises unbidden—her smirk as she corrected his footwork, the flick of her wrist as she untangled a botched lace, the curve of her mouth when- He cuts off that thought like a garrote across a throat.

"Someone very dead, very much by my own hand, and therefore perhaps not the best example to follow, no?"

Kallian doesn’t flinch at the admission. (He likes that about her-the way she accepts violence and regret as things that simply are.)

"Still probably know more than me. All I know is how to get someone off in an alley without getting caught by my Da."

"A valuable skill! Though perhaps not quite what our bardic friend is looking for." He studies her, noting the tension in her shoulders, the way her eyes keep darting toward Leliana’s tent.

Leliana has been quiet lately. Too quiet.

It does not take an assassin to notice the way her smiles have dulled at the edges, the way she lingers by the fire long after the others have gone to sleep, staring at the flames as if they might whisper something back.

(Marjolaine.)

Zevran is familiar with the ghost of a past lover’s shadow. He knows what it is to be haunted by the weight of someone else’s choices.

"Tell me something, my deadly friend-what exactly are you afraid of?"

"I ain’t afraid of nothing," she snaps, but her ears pin back flat, betraying her before she even reaches for the jagged scar across her face

"No? Then why seek advice from an assassin who once tried to kill you?" He tilts his head. "Surely there are more qualified sources of romantic wisdom. Our dear Wynne, perhaps? She seems the type to have opinions about matters of the heart."

"Because you-" She stops, frustrated, her ears twitching between irritation and uncertainty. "You get it, right? How someone like me ends up wanting someone like her? Some fancy bard who probably thinks proper foreplay involves reading poetry and shite?"

Zevran chuckles. "My dear Warden, I suspect our Leliana’s ideas of foreplay are far more creative than simple poetry." He winks. "Though I’m sure she wouldn’t object to a bit of verse now and then."

"Ain't helping, Zev."

"Patience, my friend. I’m getting there." He shifts, adopting what Rinna used to call his teaching pose "The trick with someone like Leliana isn’t learning to be what you think she wants. It’s showing her who you already are-just perhaps with slightly fewer daggers involved. Usually."

Kallian’s brow furrows, ears angling slightly forward. "The fuck does that mean?"

"It means," he says, "that she fell for you. The scarred, deadly, beautifully brutal creature you are-not some imaginary noble version of you." He grins. "The difference is in how you present yourself."

"Like poison," she mutters, catching on.

He brightens. "Yes! Poison is an excellent metaphor. The substance remains the same-it is only the vessel that changes. In a fine wine, it is elegant. In a crude blade, it is brutal. The poison does not change-only how you deliver it."

She considers this, absently running a thumb along one of her daggers.

"So… what? I should just be myself, but fancier?"

"Precisely! Though perhaps with less literal poison." He pauses. "Unless she’s into that. You never know with bards."

That startles a laugh out of her.

"Right. Just be myself, but make it fancy. That’s your advice?"

"That, and learn to dance."

"What?"

He stands, offering his hand with a flourish. "Trust me, my friend. Nothing says ‘I am attempting to court you properly’ quite like making a fool of yourself trying to learn formal dance steps."

"You're having me on." Her ears flick forward, skeptical but curious.

"Not at all! Besides," he glances meaningfully toward Leliana’s tent, where their bard is definitely pretending not to watch them, "think of how impressed she’ll be when you can properly lead her across a dance floor. All that close contact, bodies moving together…" He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

"Fucking void." But she takes his hand.

Later, after she’s stepped on his feet far too many times, she mutters, "You tell anyone about this-"

"Yes, yes, brutal death, creative dismemberment, et cetera."

Zevran only smiles as she walks away, pausing just slightly outside Leliana’s tent.

Good luck, my friend.

He suspects she will need it.

---

[hiso03]

id love to see gym bros, knights and wizards, and halbarry tango!

Gym bros

The idea is a bit simple and was mostly inspired by conversations I had with my friends about eating disorders or problems with their weight.

How hard it can be for someone to lose weight and get used to that new weight or how hard it can be for someone to gain weight and get used to it.

The story is alternate universe without powers where Barry has problems with his weight and has had it for a long time since he tends to eat out of anxiety and stress, which has led him to gain a lot of weight and receive a lot of comments for this.

Encouraged by his friend, Iris decides to go to a gym, feeling self-conscious when he sees all the bodies, muscles and attractiveness around him.

He feels like a failure and thinks about leaving after his first bad day until a brunette guy comes over to talk to him.

Barry thinks maybe the boy is flirting with him, but rejects the idea immediately.

Barry observes the boy's bright smile as he stands in front of him with his hand outstretched. Out of politeness she stretches out her hand and takes the hand of the other man who squeezes it sympathetically.

"Well, Barry, it'll be nice to see you here, I hope you'll come back often." "Thank you." "If you need anything, you can come to me," he says casually. "I usually come at least three times a week, but I try to do it daily; I'm usually around this time." Barry again asserts shyly, unable to understand why a man as handsome and attractive as Hal would specifically come forward to talk to someone like him. Were they playing a prank on him? Was he being recorded? His thoughts begin to choke him and make him a little anxious, but he manages to control himself when he realizes that Hal is still next to him, mumbling a bunch of nonsensical complaints that Barry doesn't really understand."

"Knights and Wizards"

It's really two stories in the same document.

The first is a short story where Hal is the captain of the green lantern task force that is in the service of King Kal-El, who has recently had a political marriage to the prince of Gotham, Bruce Wayne.

Hal meets Bruce's sorcerer and falls in love with him, the same could be said for the wizard, but Barry doesn't plan to be so easily convinced.

"Hal knew that these last few days were especially difficult since His Majesty had married the Prince of Gotham to frame a political settlement. Since then, the number of problems they had had to face, including plots and some internal conflicts, had been stopped by the Lantern army. Hal had been exhausted ever since and especially down, as because of the stupid traitors trying to dethrone Kal-El, he had been unable to see the healer, Barry Allen, anymore."

And the second story is inspired a bit by Oscar Wilde's tale of the rose and the nightingale.

Hal is in love with a maiden from his hometown, she agrees to marry him on the condition that he gives her a unique rose that blooms only once a year, Hal accepts and joins his best friend Barry, a student of sorcery embarks on a mission where they end up making other friends.

(I don't have anything from the second story because I'm thinking about whether to do it or not because it may be too long.)

Halbarry tango.

It doesn't have a fixed plot, it's just a little piece of writing that sometimes I don't want plots to work on.

I just know it's about Hal taking Barry out to tango.

"He knows Hal well enough to know that if he refuses the first time, he's capable of kneeling in front of him and begging him to dance together. So fearful, he ends up accepting. Hal jumps to his feet, makes a bow that catches the attention of more people than he should, and extends his hand in invitation.  Barry laughs nervously, gets up from his chair and takes the hand of the brunette who in the blink of an eye had already dragged them to the center of the court.  The blonde's heart flutters as Hal gently hugs him and pulls him closer to him. He knows that the song deserves closeness, but that doesn't stop his heart from being moved by the simple gesture that means more to him than perhaps Hal is aware of."

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Best Indian Singers of All Time – Legends of Music

India, with its rich cultural heritage, has given birth to some of the most extraordinary musical talents in the world. Over the decades, many singers have mesmerized audiences with their soulful voices, timeless melodies, and exceptional versatility. From classical maestros to Bollywood playback legends, Indian singers have left an indelible mark on the global music industry. This article celebrates the Best Indian Singers of All Time, who have shaped the landscape of Indian music and continue to inspire generations.

Famous Indian Singers and Their Most Iconic Songs

1. Lata Mangeshkar – The Nightingale of India

No list of the Best Indian Singers is complete without mentioning Lata Mangeshkar. With a career spanning over seven decades, she recorded thousands of songs in multiple languages. Her melodious voice and impeccable control over notes made her an iconic figure in Indian playback singing. Songs like Lag Jaa Gale, Ajeeb Dastan Hai Yeh, and Tere Bina Zindagi Se remain evergreen classics.

2. Kishore Kumar – The Versatile Genius

Kishore Kumar was not just a singer but also an actor, composer, and director. His ability to switch between various genres effortlessly made him one of the most celebrated playback singers in Bollywood. Songs like Mere Sapno Ki Rani, Zindagi Ek Safar, and Pal Pal Dil Ke Paas continue to captivate audiences. His yodeling technique and natural energy set him apart from his contemporaries.

3. Mohammad Rafi – The Voice of God

Mohammad Rafi's soulful voice and ability to adapt to different styles made him one of the Best Indian Singers of all time. From romantic ballads to patriotic anthems, qawwalis to classical renditions, he did justice to every genre. Songs like Chaudhvin Ka Chand, Baharon Phool Barsao, and Kya Hua Tera Wada are timeless masterpieces.

4. Asha Bhosle – The Queen of Versatility

Asha Bhosle, the younger sister of Lata Mangeshkar, is known for her versatility. Whether it was peppy cabaret numbers, ghazals, or soulful melodies, Asha Bhosle excelled in every genre. Some of her most iconic songs include Dum Maro Dum, Piya Tu Ab To Aaja, and In Aankhon Ki Masti. Her collaborations with music composers like R.D. Burman revolutionized Bollywood music.

5. Manna Dey – The Classical Virtuoso

Manna Dey was one of the finest classical singers in Indian playback history. His deep knowledge of Hindustani classical music gave his songs a unique richness. Songs like Laaga Chunari Mein Daag, Ae Mere Pyare Watan, and Pucho Na Kaise Maine Rain Bitai are proof of his unparalleled talent.

6. S.P. Balasubrahmanyam – The Voice of South India

S.P. Balasubrahmanyam, popularly known as SPB, was a legendary singer in Indian cinema, predominantly known for his contributions to Tamil, Telugu, Kannada, Hindi, and Malayalam music. His songs, such as Tere Mere Beech Mein, Swathi Muthyam, and Roja Janeman, remain all-time favorites. His smooth, soulful voice won millions of hearts.

7. Sonu Nigam – The Modern-Day Legend

Sonu Nigam is one of the finest singers of contemporary times. Known for his melodious and expressive voice, he has delivered unforgettable songs such as Abhi Mujh Mein Kahin, Kal Ho Na Ho, and Sandese Aate Hain. His ability to sing in different styles and his command over classical music make him a true icon of modern playback singing.

8. Shreya Ghoshal – The Melody Queen of Today

Shreya Ghoshal is one of the most successful female playback singers of the 21st century. Her journey began with Devdas, and she has since given us countless hits, including Agar Tum Mil Jao, Teri Ore, and Sun Raha Hai Na Tu. Her voice is often compared to legends like Lata Mangeshkar and Asha Bhosle.

9. Arijit Singh – The Heartthrob of Indian Music

Arijit Singh has become the voice of romance in modern Bollywood. His soulful renditions have made him a household name. Songs like Tum Hi Ho, Channa Mereya, and Raabta have cemented his place among the Best Indian Singers of all time. His ability to evoke deep emotions through his singing is his biggest strength.

10. P. Susheela – The Nightingale of South India

P. Susheela is one of the most revered playback singers in South Indian cinema. She has recorded thousands of songs in Tamil, Telugu, Kannada, and Malayalam. Songs like Paal Polave, Aalayamaniyin Osaiyai, and Ennai Konjam Maatri showcase her melodious voice and impeccable singing skills.

11. Mukesh – The Voice of Tragedy

Mukesh was known for his deep, emotional voice, which suited melancholic songs perfectly. His association with actor Raj Kapoor led to some of the most memorable songs in Bollywood history. Tracks like Jeena Yahan Marna Yahan, Kahin Door Jab Din Dhal Jaye, and Dost Dost Na Raha still touch the hearts of millions.

12. Hariharan – The Ghazal Maestro

Hariharan is one of the finest Indian singers known for ghazals, playback singing, and fusion music. His songs like Tu Hi Re, Roja Janeman, and Krishna Nee Begane Baro have a unique appeal that blends classical and contemporary styles.

Conclusion

India has been blessed with some of the greatest voices in the world. These Best Indian Singers have not only defined the essence of Indian music but also inspired countless artists across generations. Their contributions have made Indian music a treasure trove of emotions, melody, and timeless artistry. Whether through classical renditions, Bollywood melodies, or contemporary hits, their voices will continue to resonate with music lovers for generations to come.

[six-white-venus]

in my dreams, i carry my school bag and go to my hindi class. she is waiting for me. she always is.

her name means dream. and she stays true to it. she comes to me in flashes and in never-ending sagas painted behind my eyelids. she loved coffee. i learnt how to make tea from her, even though she never really taught me (let it simmer- the longer you let it brew, the more the flavour seeps in). she has the voice of a nightingale. the only way i remember her voice now is like this: the name of her daughters, yelled on top of her lungs because oh god, your little sister has spilled her milk all over the floor, you haven’t done your braids well, you’re late for school, did you tell your dad to buy dinner? can you make me coffee? i’m so sorry that you had to be my mother, my dear. i’m so sorry you couldn’t be a kid.

she kissed their cheeks and told them she loved them every day. she calls her students her children and means it. i called her aunty even though we were no kin, even though she was more like my mother. honey. her eyes and words are honey sweet. coffee sharp. chocolate dark. she loved me. she loved me. she loved me.

oh. oh look. i can’t stop switching to present tense, like she is still with me. like she isn’t six feet under. my head hurts. she used to have terrible headaches that made her awfully cross, but not at me. never at me. she loved me so much. i wish she didn’t.

“parichay itna, itihaas yahi; umidi kal thi, mit aaj chali.”

this is how i love her:

 i hate coffee but its scent is what home is made of. sea salt stained cheeks wiped away patiently by feather-soft hands. red, brown, yellow. the sun and the moon and everything celestial. like free ice cream and memories that feel false and wrong wrong wrong and yet so right and and and it hurts. hurts so much. don’t make it stop. we were supposed to go on a trip. to somewhere. anywhere. we didn’t. honey is thicker than blood. she drips into my dreams and i wish my hands were bloody and not drenched with honey. i wish the ants weren’t eating away at my hands. i wish i took a picture of her.

i love like her laugh: loud and true. i love like the epics she carved in my brain with her quill of crimson ink- like warriors that were doomed before the story was even thought of, like poets that were hailed when they were no longer and spat at when they were breathing, like kabir and tulsi das and rahim and their countless dohas. like the meanings of the words that i forgot but not really- they remain in the back of my throat and stick there. they stick there and it hurts to swallow. i love like this: i wake up and don’t die. i wake up and try. i wake up and open my books. i wake up. i wake up. i wake up. i wake up because she can’t. i wake up because she would want me to. i wake up because i can’t let another person forget her name. i wake up because my name on her tongue will live with me for years and years and i refuse to let it fade before i’m ripped away from the land of living.

her name is kalpana. she is the sweetest dream i’ve ever had.

Can you describe someone you love? (Please do.)

[cursedcrowscaw]

The urge to draw a ✨️ tiny wizard ✨️

[newvegascowboy]

its a night for listening to melancholy love songs from the 40s and thinking about Red lmao

[undyinglantern]

anyways here's my 6* tier list

[lazerswordweilder]

Danny Phantom (I was not calling him Danny, respect thank you very much) woke up and blinked open slowly, he tried to push himself up but quickly fell and I caught him, he frowned

“You’re not them.” he said, slurring slightly “I’m not tied up?” he asked, his expression sifted to concern and he looked around, then his eyes landed on me and went wide “SUPERMAN!?” he yelled

“How do you know me?” I asked

“You’re from the comics! The Kryptonian! You’re an alien! So-” Danny Phantom coughed out a little blood and stopped talking to rub his through, I was so happy that Lazarus Water turned out to be ectoplasm and it did heal him.

“You know me? You’re Danny Phantom! The superhero from the comics and cartoons I love.” I said, we both blinked at each other

“You’re my favourite hero ever!” we yelled in unison

“I have so many questions.” Danny Phantom asked

“First explain what happened, is it the giw or one of your rouges?” I asked,

“Oh, they didn’t share the rest of my story did they?” he asked

“What rest of story, didn’t you get your happy ending?” I asked

“It got worse, the giw became an actual threat, none of my rouges understand school hours or deadlines, mum and d- Maddie and Jack got me, they cut me open, wanted to see what the ghost boy looked like on the inside.” Danny Phantom said, suddenly he didn’t look the same, he looked hundreds of years older and it occurred to me that he’s a child who had to deal with not only teenaged vigilantism but his own death and figuring out he was a new species only with his sister and friends, and he even had to hide it from his parents.

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” I said

“Thanks.” Danny Phantom said “And it does mean something, not to have an ego- but we’re pretty similar, I died, you figured out you’re alien, we both protected our towns because no one else was, had to figure out our powers. I figured if you could do it I could to.” Danny Phantom said, running a hand through his hair

“I’ve had literally the same thoughts.” I said “Definitely stay with us for now, I’m not going to to kick you out and we can figure out how to get back to your dimension and-”

“Actually I can get back.” Danny Phantom said “Wulf taught me how to open portals to the realm, I’d just need to find one for Amity that isn’t the Fentons because- well, you know. But,” Danny Phantom glanced at me “If it’s not too big of a deal, I could bring my sister and Sam and Tucker and Dani here and we could live here instead? Just for a while?” Danny Phnatom asked, the hope yet readiness to be turned down broke my heart,

“Of course, as long as you need.” I said, his eyes lit up.

“Thank you so much Superman!” Danny Phantom said

“Call me Clark, or Kal-El, or Superman, which ever,” I offered Danny Phantom my hand

“Call me Danny, Phantom if I’m in costume- oh and it’s Danny Nightingale not Fenton, Jazz was going to try and get custody of me the moment she turned 18 and we were going to change our names.” Danny said, I nodded

“Fair.”

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Memento Mori - DPxDC

What was beyond death. Was there anything at all? Was there nothing?

That was what he always wondered.

When Clark was a child, he looked up to his fictional hero: Danny Phantom. A half-dead guy in a comic book series that led to the most bisexual awakenings in the century.

Clark liked to go back and reread the comic books from Issue #1 (they were fairly short, but all parts of an “episode”, almost like those ads on shows, but the wait time was every two weeks). He tended to read them all in one sitting, and yet oddly enough, never disturbed as he murmured the made-up summoning spell under his breath.

He could’ve sworn he had been going through them for over an hour and not twenty minutes.

It was Phantom who inspired him to continue being Superman in his darkest moments. He also considered himself physical proof that Danny’s palette swap was enough to hide his identity.

The glasses ARE enough.

When Clark found out he had a clone, he was ecstatic to be able to teach Conner anything everything, to answer any questions his little brother had.

Danielle “Dani” Phantom and her awaited return in “Issue #46 D-stabilized” caused him to become a mama bear to Conner out of the fear he would melt within a few weeks. But it wasn’t like anyone at the Watchtower had to know that small detail.

Getting married to Lois was the best day of his life, the day of Jon’s birth also fighting for that first place spot in his mind.

He had a clone brother, a wonderful wife, a beautiful son, and an amazing group of friends that work together to protect the planet he calls home.

But everything started to fall apart when a protest against metas took it too far, Jon’s powers started to develop and he was seen accidentally tripping, falling, and catching himself by hovering a few inches above the pavement.

Jon said he considered himself lucky nothing scarred. He laughed everything off when it came to the topic.

But it shook Clark, Lois, and Conner to the core.

Memento mori.

It reminded Superman that despite his impenetrable skin, Death can come at any moment. Even for him.

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When Danny was a little boy, he dreamt of reaching the stars, he wanted to be able to touch the moon, explore Mars, and roam the galaxy he resides in and beyond.

He read these comic books of a league of heroes, a team with space cops, super powered humans, a man dressed in a bat suit that was more effective at capturing rogues and villains than some of the powered members, aliens, and so much more.

He flipped through the weekly published comics, learning to read better than most at a young age. He had two favorites, Superman and Martian Manhunter.

Danny wanted to explore the stars like his heroes. He wanted to be able to fight as well as the big Bat. He wanted superpowers. He wanted to help people. He wanted to fight his own set of supervillains. He wanted to be able to succeed and be loved.

Oh how he got everything he wanted but the last.

Tucker and Sam were the only reason he hadn’t broken yet, the reason he was still standing.

The anti-ecto acts, the GIW, Vlad, Pariah Dark, and his- Jack and Maddie’s sadistic comments about ghosts were the last straw.

The hero always wins… they don’t die to the evil they want to stop… right..?

Right..?

…

The sound of a scraping scalpel, the buzz of the lights, and the squeals of pleasure - as his ghostly heart was found again and again and prodded again and again - filled his ears for an unknown length of time.

His cries for help were never answered until a summoning pulled at his core, it was a personal calling, someone had managed to find his calling card.

The tears of relief stung his eyes as the dissection table with his body strapped down to it was sucked into a summons portal.

He was spat out in front of kids, most likely teenagers, due to the shrieks of horror and surprise.

Oh… oh how he prayed to the Ancients that he’d live to see another day as a tears slipped out of his eyes.

Memento mori.

——————————

Jon found out about his comic book collection and wanted to show Damian.

Clark hummed as he typed up an official report on a rogue attack to send to the Watchtower.

His blood ran cold when he heard his son scream from over in Gotham.

[thefatedmeeting]

commission for @\ Ellak96 on twit in exchange for Ha\des!! it's Nightingale from Fate!! tysm for buying me this game which I already love so much kal <3

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“Back To You” (Aqualad x OC)

PART NINETEEN

(part one) (part two) (part three) (part four) (part five) (part six)(part seven) (part eight) (part nine) (part ten) (part eleven) (part twelve) (part thirteen) (part fourteen) (part fifteen) (part sixteen) (part seventeen) (part eighteen)

And now for the grand finale! this story has been so much fun to write, I’ve wanted to write about this for a while, but I might go back and edit it to focus more on Kaldur and what he’s going through too. I realized now how much I focused on Emma, when this was supposed to be Kaldur dealing with his issues. Oops. But still, I’m really happy with how this has gone, and how much fun I’ve had with y’all along the way.

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Emma was rudely awoken by a cat’s tail batting at her eyes.

“Justice,” She groaned, lacking the energy to push him away. Justice, nestled in the mess of pillows on the other side of the bed, slowly blinked in reply.

“Missed you too, boy.” Emma buried her face in her pillow for a moment, before turning on her other side to check the clock. Twelve-o-seven. Nice.

She smiled and rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling high above her head. That was the best sleep she’d had in months.

Sensing her contentment, Justice paraded over, nuzzling his head against Emma’s before settling himself almost on top of her head.

She was almost tempted to let him stay like that and catch up on a bit more sleep, but a knock came at her bedroom door.

“Miss Emma? Are you awake?” Alfred called softly.

Emma tucked the cat under her arm and opened the door. “Morning, Alfred.”

“A Mister Kaldur’ahm is here to see you. Shall I send him away?”

Emma dropped the cat and bolted out the room past Alfred. She smiled, hearing the old butler’s good-natured chuckling left behind in her dust.

She tried to comb her hair back, well aware she still wore her pajama shirt and shorts, and took her time descending the side staircase in order to fix her appearance.

“Are you and Emma together again?” She heard Mara asking. Peering around the corner, she saw the young bird climbing Kaldur like a jungle gym, trying to get up on his back.

“I believe so. Emma was very insistent that I not back out of the relationship again.”

“But you want it too, right?” Tim asked suspiciously. He held the happily content Sidekick, watching from a distance as Kaldur struggled to help Mara in some way.

Kaldur nodded as Mara settled into a comfortable spot. “More than anything in the world.

Emma had to step back behind the wall to let her blush fade. Kaldur loved her, more than anything in the world, and she loved him. She felt like a giddy thirteen-year-old falling in love at first sight all over again.

Justice suddenly shot past her legs, sprinting for the front hall with his tiny claws scrabbling on Alfred’s carefully polished hardwood floors.

“Justice, NO!” Mara and Tim cried. Justice ignored their pleas, arcing through the air and landing on Kaldur’s head.

Shaking her head, Emma finally revealed herself. She carefully lifted Justice, extracting his claws from where he attempted to break Kaldur’s dense Atlantean skin.

“Thank you,” Kaldur smiled. Sidekick yipped, squirming to get down from Tim’s arms and greet Emma again.

“Mara, would you and Tim take Justice and Sidekick outside to play?”

“Aw, come on!” Mara drooped as she was handed kitten duty. Tim grabbed her arm, dragging her out of the room to leave the adults to talk in private.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” Kaldur’s voice was naturally deeper than her own, with testosterone and years of constant saltwater exposure, but today it sounded especially deep and hunky, Emma had to stifle a laugh.

In retaliation, Kaldur wrapped his arms around her, spinning her around and landing her safely, still in his arms.

“Missed you.”

“It’s barely been a week.”

“So? I’m used to seeing you twenty-four-seven.”

Kaldur kissed the tip of her nose. “True.”

Emma slid her hand down his arm to grasp his hand, leading him over to the couch in the sitting room.

“”What’s up?”

Kaldur squeezed her hand. “I wanted to let you know before I formally announce the decision, before I tell anyone else; My king has asked me to take his place as Aquaman.”

Emma couldn’t say anything for a moment, only squeezed his hand tighter. “And you said yes?”

“I did.”

She smiled. “You’re sure about this? The League’s annual induction ceremony is in just a week, that’s a short time to prepare to take on that mantle.”

“My king believes it to be the right decision. It will show the Purists they cannot get away with harassing the impure of Atlantis anymore, the crown has put their support behind protecting all their subjects.”

Emma nodded, “But is it what you want?”

Kaldur took a moment to answer. “I have been training my whole life for this. I have dedicated my life to defending my home, on the surface and in Atlantis.

He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “My home, and those I love.”

Emma pulled him closer again, pressing her head to his chest. “I’ll be right beside you,” She promised.

“I know.” He said, “You always have.”

He had to leave after that, taking Sidekick with him. Orin had a house in Amnesty bay he liked to stay in during extended stays on the surface world. Kaldur had more or less moved in to one of the guest rooms. Sidekick loved it there.

Emma sighed. She missed him, but reassured herself that some separation would do them some good. They had all the time in the world to be together again. She had a lot to do in the next two weeks if she wanted to join the Justice League on such short notice.

But first, she had to get dressed.

Bitterly disappointed, Justice followed Emma back upstairs, lounging in his sulking corner while Emma picked out her outfit of the day. While tossing a shirt and matching socks on the bed, she noticed a box that hadn’t been there when she’d woken up.

It smelled of the attic, of old secrets and ancient, splintered wood. She unfolded the flaps, and a storm of paper flew up into her face. She grabbed one and read it.

“My love- Happy Birthday. I am so lucky to know you and to be a part of your life. You bring a light and joy into the lives around you that many take years to find. I love you so much, Kaldur.”

Emma pressed the note to her chest with a happy sigh, and spent the next few hours re-reading all of the notes and letters Kaldur had sent her over the years, admiring all the small but intricate gifts he had given to her as well.

“Thank you, Alfred,” she whispered.

-

“Welcome to the team, Equinox! I’m Wonder Girl, but call me Cassie!”

Miiyahbin grinned, and accepted the hug with gusto. “Call me Miiyah,” She told Cassie, Tim, Mara, and the others who had shown up.

“Well,” Wally grinned, resting his arm on Emma’s shoulder, “Bout time you got a sidekick of your own.”

“She’s the best,” Emma agreed. It felt good to be home among friends after months in the Canadian winterlands. At least now she could resist the coldness of space better than before.

Kaldur placed a hand on her shoulder. "How are you doing?" He asked.

Emma glanced over her shoulder and up at her boyfriend. His royal suit glinted in the even light of the mission room, reflected in his green-gray eyes.

“The suit certainly suits you,” She grinned.

Kaldur grinned, “You really are Richard’s sister, aren’t you?”

“As if you haven’t said “whelmed”  before,” Emma teased, jabbing him in the chest.

She leaned her cheek against his hand. Kaldur traced her cheekbone as she laced their hands, kissing his finger tips.

Kaldur pulled her closer with his free hand, rubbing her arm and kissing her forehead. "I love you."

Emma smiled as she rested her head against his heartbeat. "I know. I love you too."

“Huh,” Cassie said, hands on her hips and head cocked to the side. “It’s weird seeing Aqualad and Nightingale so close together.”

“What do you mean?” Miiyahbin asked, “Everyone in Moose Factory took two seconds to tell that they were meant to be together.”

Bart laughed loudly before shoving his mouth full of chicken whizzies. Jaime shook his head. “They weren’t always like that.”

“Cassie, Bart, Jaime, and Virgil all joined the team while Aqualad was in the middle of his undercover mission,” Robin spoke up for Miiyahbin’s benefit. “Nightingale was left in the dark, and...she wasn’t too happy about it. Of course, Kaldur wanted to tell her, but Nightwing, his partner in all this, wouldn’t let him tell anyone.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah,” Cassie shuddered, “That didn’t turn out too well for any of the involved parties.”

Miiyahbin glanced back at her mentors, laughing and talking with their senior team friends. It was a bit awkward to maneuver her body, as Finch hadn’t stopped hugging her since she was first introduced.

Still, she smiled. “I guess they just needed to find their way back to each other.”

[fallenlightsif]

Do you have any if recs or demos you're excited for? What genre is your favorite to read?

Oh boy, do I have recs, anon. I started out reading IF before I started writing it, so I've compiled quite the list lol.

My Absolute Faves

Blood Moon by @barbwritesstuff (Werewolves are my weakness and the writing is so good, highly recommend Marco's and Vicky's routes but all of them are perfect tbh)

A Mage Reborn by @mage-parivir (The very first IF I ever read, absolutely crushed my heart, I still rush to play when updates are released)

Mindblind by @mindblindbard (Just...so good. Literally amazing. Not enough good things can be said. I would totally die for Gray.)

Raiders of the Caravan by @leftski-if (So much great writing and all the characters are very loveable. Highly recommend for some nice hurt/comfort but mostly comfort (so far at least))

Diaspora by @diasporatheblog (Very badass and very good writing, again has very loveable characters to the point that I can't easily pick a favorite (would probably end up being Sang if forced tho) also the world-building is just perfect)

OFNA: Birds of a Feather by @ofna (Bird cult. Need I say more? Seriously though, the plot of this is just A+ and check out their blog for info on the birdtrayer who I will likely never guess and also forgive after .2 seconds)

The Exile by @exilethegame (Pretty sure everyone knows about this one but it's amazing so I have to mention it. Top tier, so much angst, I get to romance a god living in the player's head, what more could I ask for?)

The Golden Rose by @anathemafiction (I replayed this so many times, I literally cannot wait until it's fully published. So good, 10/10, couldn't recommend more)

Attollo by @attollogame (I think everyone knows this one too but I have to mention it. I honestly couldn't describe Attollo in a way that would do it justice, you just need to go play it. I'm definitely gonna almost get killed a variety of ways in this game, but I'm okay with that.)

The Chosen One by @kal-writesif (Again, just go play the demo. So good. 10/10. I literally love that there's only one LI whom I would already die for btw.)

Thrill Seeker by @thrill-seeker-if (Literally catch me romancing Hannie, Oli, and N. The writing is so good and I highly recommend it! My MC in this one is very traumatized tho.)

Northern Passage by @northern-passage (Again, I'm pretty sure everyone knows this one, but still mentioning it because it's one of the first IFs I played and still one of my favorites)

Golden by @milaswriting (The writing is really immersive and absolutely sucks you into the story. Also, all the ROs are super interesting.)

Scandal by @nightingale-interactive (Recently began reading this and it's so good. It also focuses on romance a lot too which I love.)

Demos I'm Supremely Excited About

The Moonless by @moonless-if

Spilt Milk by @spiltmilk-if (I lurk on this blog so often lmao but I love every single romance option and cannot wait for the demo)

The King's Hound by @the-kingshound (The same author as The Chosen One, I absolutely cannot wait to romance Arthur)

This got way too long. Oh well. I might've missed some because I'm dumb and don't keep a comprehensive list of IFs I've played, so if it's not mentioned it's not on purpose I just have a horrible memory!!

[drainbangle]

crazy. some notes:

this breaks the "one character as every tribe" cast rule but it's whatever. it's a lot more evident among the 2 crew given that some of them have... more solidified social classes i think

for the clemar: assume that the ot2 clemar horns are just their arcanist ones; crick has ram ears

for the rhoag: claude and arcanette being long-lived isn't as big a deal due to rhoag being an entire demographic here, but it still stands that they've used their long lives to monopolize political gain and/or miscellaneous Scheming

for the ishkia: ophilia is a dove, partitio a chickadee, and agnea is a nightingale

for the paripus: therion is a wolf, ritsu is a hyena, and ori is a beagle

for the mustari: i know that looks-wise ochette would fit being a paripus but also imagine a world where her + the toto'haha islanders were written well and that's eht ria lol

for the elda: this categorization runs under the idea that the kal=elda, and also kal temenos theory because hey i do what i want

throwback to the time i got so lost in the metaphor sauce i made an elaborate tierlist solely for what tribe every major octopath character would belong to