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An interlude in my posting of albums by the great surreal audio comedy group (and biggest influence on Life With Althaar) The Firesign Theater.
Kind of.
After Bozos, the Firesigns went through a bit of an internal crisis, breaking up and getting back together several times in a year. They put out a 2-LP collection of short pieces from their 1970-71 radio show, Dear Friends, hoping to get the radio airplay that had eluded their longform records (some excerpts from that coming soon), and another album, Not Insane, which threw together bits from an aborted studio-recorded Shakespeare parody, Anythinge You Want To, and a live performance, Martian Space Party. This album was not well received -- understandably, it is, as one Firesign wrote, "noisy and unfocused," though a few pieces of it have become classics.
While not breaking up again, the group decided to separate for 1973 to make a bunch of solo albums (though two of them still featured all the Firesigns as performers), all of which continued the dystopian science-fiction style and musings of Dwarf and Bozos. Frankly, Phil Austin's Roller Maidens from Outer Space is the least interesting by far, so I won't bother linking it, but the other two records are very special to me, and BOY did I lift many sonic ideas from them for Althaar, so I share these whenever I can.
First up here is Philip Proctor and Peter Bergman's TV or Not TV, which takes place in the then-future world of 1985. Making some fairly accurate prophesies about the future of televisual entertainment, the album shares a "charged viewing cycle" of cable channel 85, bought by two children with their daddy's stolen "charger card." During their pay-per-view period, we get a number of shows, serials, PSAs, ads, and government announcements painting a fairly bleak picture of this future world -- including a talk show hosted by an AI hologram that changes face, voice, and costume based on audience desires. Interrupting the regular programming however are break-ins on the signal by a group of chaotic teenage pirate transmitters, with no apparent specific agenda but to tear apart the overly regimented society they're living in.
This was my favorite record in the world from age 5 through grade school, and absolutely started me on a love of comic audio science-fiction (though I didn't understand the vast majority of it; I just liked the funny voices and cool sounds). Here's Act One and Act Two:
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Meanwhile, David Ossman's album, How Time Flys, takes place in the then-even-more-future year of 1999, as New Year's Eve 2000 approaches (a day the Firesigns would revisit on their 1998 CD, Give Me Immortality or Give Me Death).
Here, Mark Time, an astronaut sent on a 20-year space mission to Planet X in 1979, returns to Earth in 1999 to find himself ignored and forgotten in a USA now apparently practically government-less and run entirely by large entertainment corporations, one of which wants to steal Mark's classified data recordings of aliens from Planet X to turn into holographic viewing for paying customers. However, Mark's struggle to make his statement to the world may be sidetracked by a black hole heading for Earth...
Besides featuring all four Firesigns, the cast of this album includes familiar voices Wolfman Jack, Richard Kind, and Harry Shearer. Here's the whole LP in one piece:
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Back with more Firesign material soon...
#the firesign theatre#solo albums#1973#proctor and bergman#tv or not tv#david ossman#how time flys#audio comedy#life with althaar#influences#Youtube
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just like riding a bike
(part 3 of this comic)
#good news everyone I've learned how to use the 'keep reading' tab#just a short update this time!#actually really hard to draw fucked-up flying#dragons#comic#original comic#comics#fantasy#fantasy comic#fantasy art#humor#webcomic#web comic#comic art#storyboard#storyboarding#storyboard artist#art#dragon comic#dragon
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Stellar Collisions
Back at it again with a DPxDC prompt.
It does have deaged Dani (Ellie)
Only this time its KonxDanny idea!~
Supernova, Kon's new hero name since Jon took over the Superboy name now, wasn't expecting to be called out to... especially in the sky... by another floating/flying person and-
WOW
They were cute as heck.
Glowing green eyes, and white hair, a bit shorter than him. He was floating in the air with a soft glow around himself as well.
And he was holding a white haired, very similar looking toddler in his arms, only the toddler had longer hair that was tied in pigtails. And the toddler was staring at Kon with large, almost sparkling eyes.
The young man, around Kon's age if he guessed, smiled and floated a bit closer, his face friendly and warm. When the young man stopped he kindly asked "Hey, would it be any trouble for you to autograph something for my daughter? She's a huge fan!"
#danny phantom#danny fenton#crossover#dp x dc#blue rambles#danny phantom dc#writing ideas#random idea#dpxdc#Kon was just flying by Amity#no missions lately so he was taking some time to just chill#wasn't expecting to find a two 'metas' in the sky#Danny was taking a deaged Ellie out for a fly around#it was nearing nap time but she was being difficult so he thought a quick flight would be good#Danny and Ellie know Supernova. Aka the old Superboy. Is a clone because the dead do tell tales in the afterlife.#Or rather they call him a mirrorborn#Kon is their favorite hero btw#A mirrorborn that is part alien and now named Supernova#they adore him#Kon isn't ready to meet them though#he catches FEELINGS hard when he finds out Ellie is technically a clone/mirrorborn of the cute guy he wants to flirt with.#and the guy loves his clone/mirrorborn turned daughter regardless how she came into his life.#So yeah he catches feelings for Danny and adores Ellie#deaged ellie#de aged dani#dad danny#over 9000 ship
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Based on a fic called A Wild Time at Calamity Ganon
This was a gift fic from @musical-chan about Mask ending up at the end of another hero's journey (Wild). Yeah, I'm still thinking about this fic aksgfshdn
#linked universe#lu mask#lu wild#oot link#mm link#botw link#tloz#tloz fanart#time travel shenanigans#my art#pre lu#This was a scene I really really wanted to draw#not the only one but the main one#hope you like it musical-chan#I think this is actually my first time drawing Wild#had to figure how I wanted to draw him on the fly#kinda like it so I'll probably keep it ^^
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#[.art]#dunmeshi#dungeon meshi#farcille#Falin Touden#Marcille Donato#I was writing Failn instead of Falin I think I've been studying for too long. anyway. girl why are you so feathers...#also the composition is meant to resemble an hourglass but I don't know how well it does so. because. Time flying by. Gestures at Marcille
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As per usual, it’s DP crossover with (probably) DC, although you could probably adjust it for other fandoms
ANYWAYS
A little kid and his mother are trick or treating in another city, perhaps at some kind of event rather than knocking on doors, and the kid is dressed as Phantom. It’s very adorable, with his little ghost-shaped bucket and clearly homemade and already stained costume—listen, white only works if you can just fly over street grime or phase it out of your clothes—and his slightly I’ll fitting wig. The kid is SO happy to be out and about dressed as his favorite, and maybe even showed it off to Phantom back in Amity Park before his family left.
The hero, insert whoever you wish here, is probably in civvies and just enjoying the event. The kid, meanwhile, is so glad when people ask who he is so he can explain, and so- the hero gets to hear ALL ABOUT the local town hero who is probably pretty small time despite the kid’s clearly exaggerated stories. The hero certainly never heard of him, but the kid’s mom confirms that Phantom really was the town hero, despite some mixed reviews of the poor guy.
“Did you manage to show him your costume?” the hero asks.
“Yeah! We went down to the cemetery to leave flowers and I got to show him my costume.”
Wait. Cemetery? Maybe it was part of theme, because Phantom had to be named that for a reason, but… it sounded like…
The kid ignores the suddenly VERY still hero and instead turns to his mom. “Momma, do you think we should bring him candy? He doesn’t get to trick or treat like we do, and I can work super hard to get him a bunch!”
The kid’s mom just smiles. “We could, but maybe we should bring him something homemade. I bet he’d like something more filling, teen boys like him have a hollow leg.”
The kid wrinkles his nose. “Like Vernie with the pizza bagels?”
“Like your cousin, yes. We can make some cinnamon rolls and take them to his memorial, maybe bring some of the apples from your grandpa’s garden…”
The hero is pretty much forgotten as the two-part family wanders off, not quite intentionally forgetting the hero is there so much as the hero somewhat accidentally ended the conversation when they just froze and didn’t ask anything further.
Not that the hero didn’t want to. But they’d learn something very serious.
One—there was a small town hero they’d never heard of. Two—that hero was apparently a teen. Third—most pressingly, the teen hero was both beloved enough to have kids dressing up as him and dead enough to have a grave.
This… might require some phone calls.
#dpxdc#danny phantom crossover#meanwhile Danny. sitting on a giant marble slab that has the most ridiculous gag gifts a ghost could ever ask for#he’s just like Oh Sweet Cinnamon Rolls!#he would try to convince people to bring him nasty burger but while val has MOSTLY gotten over her vindictive anger at Phantom DOES decide#that she’s gonna be petty and add cilantro to everything#because Danny has the cilantro soap gene#jokes on her he’ll still eat it#Danny likes his little memorial in the grave. it helps settle him sometimes. also he’s gotten to know the security guards for the cemetery#they’re fun. a bit morbid. they LIKE his jokes so you can stuff it JAZZ#MEANWHILE the hero. Whomstever they are but like 90% of you are thinking either batfam or Justice league#are having just. a TOUCH of a crisis#now they gotta figure out where the kid and his mom are from without either of them figuring out#dealer’s choice on what the GIW and why Amity Park isn’t on the radar#I’ll add my two cents bc when don’t I but I’m by and large not like… dictating this? anyways#I like making the GIW just a BIT more incompetent or just having some massive flaws as an organizational group#so they keep forgetting to tell people to not LEAVE and to keep quiet#average amity Parker if the GIW tried this anyways: aw that’s cute. anyways-#and if it’s dc I guess you need to figure out how the jl never found out. so#i mean there’s a LOT of heroes and cities in dc#and amity park is just lost to the noise or. bc Fenton bad luck#every time Danny tried to call. the jl had some insane disaster and or their systems were down#he eventually figured he might actually be cursed- jury’s still out on that -and he’s saving lives by just handling it himself#he can handle rhe metaphorical mega thunderstorms if it means he doesn’t accidentally summon a fucking tsunami to hit the planet ya know?#the kid and the mom have no idea that what they said was Odd#they are just so used to it. amity park already was using death puns and had an. interesting history and relation with death#even BEFORE there was a dead kid flying around in his white gogo boots
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Creepy old guy
#beetlejuice#beetlejuice musical#betlegeuse#character design#lydia deetz#art#digital art#fanart#can u tell I like bugs#I wanted him to have wings so bad but having them visible all the time made the design feel cluttered#and having him just shapeshift them sometimes feels cheap especially when I dont want him to fly with them anyway#and then I was like.... elytra coat.....#He looks like he has blush on his face but that is just mold#I finished watching the musical finally and im absolutely in love with it. Has to be one of my top musicals of all time#and its definitely my favorite portrayal of beetlejuice too#How am I supposed to resist when hes so sad and miserable and pathetic#Youre telling me hes a silly little guy AND he sings???? Get this man his green card
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Jensen Ackles in Demand: Soldier Boy Will Return For Final Season of THE BOYS
Looks like "Countdown" will start filming in September, in Los Angeles.
#Jensen Ackles#Soldier Boy#The Boys#Countdown#Mark Meachum#Tracker#Russel Shaw#*#I used to pray for times like this haha#Interesting that they will actually film in Los Angeles#so Jensen will be flying around LA Vancity and Toronto#besides all the cons he does#how does he do it...
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whatever. go my scarab
ive been watching scruffys pikmin 4 playthrough (go check it out!!!!)
#specifically referencing ep11 for anyone curious but i dont wanna spoil anything.. youll know it when you see it lol#ive never played pikmin and i already know for a fact id suck ass at it bc i can only do one thing at a time. i have zero dandori#actually i have zero interest in the dandori challenges bc im more focused on the creatures and areas. id be cooked#but its still fascinating to watch how the planning and strategy works in real time and goes so well with exploring#and if youre like me and has shown little interest in pikmin games his videos are a nice warm hug for looking into it#scruffy has a nice voice and explains everything like pointing out which enemies are from prev pikmin games and how they work#and pays special attention to the adaptive music cues which pikmin is known for and its really cool to see it dissected#his other videos also pick apart sound design in other video games i highly recommend his fnaf ones. theyre excellent#scruffy youtube#myart#my art#doodles#pikmin#pikmin 4#flying pikmin
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Zionists want you to conflate Judaism and Zionism. Zionists want you to believe that Judaism cannot exist without Zionism and that all Jews are Zionists. Zionism would have Jews believe that a Jewish state is the only way that they can be safe from antisemitism and will point to any instance of antisemitism as proof that Zionism is the solution- so Zionism wants gentiles to be antisemitic in their support of Palestine. They want you to conflate all Jews with Zionism and the state of Israel, and they want you to treat all Jews regardless of political affiliation as the face of Israel. Antizionist Jews exist, and incidences of antisemitism ostensibly acting against Zionism will not help dismantle the forces propping Zionism up.
Don't do their work for them.
#red rambles#viva palestina#antizionism#i haven't actually seen a lot of antisemitism personally. not recently anyway. but that's more a feature of me not following antisemites#i DO however see a lot of people talking about the people they're seeing throw their support behind antisemites using palestine#as an excuse to conflate all jews with israel#and i cannot stress enough that that is literally what israel and zionist forces abroad WANT.#i am jewish. my entire family is jewish. i want to see palestine free. and i have SEEN how the jewish community gets conflated with israel#both from the inside and out#and i am dead serious when i say that every time someone is antisemitic it strengthens the conviction from people abroad#that it's a terrible sad situation but there's 'no other choice'#if you're being antisemitic you are doing the enemy's work for them. Stop it.#like... look. i am putting this in the tags bc im talking in the tags but i mean this. I do not give a single flying fuck if you personally#are a giant raging antisemite at the moment. Your personal beliefs are your problem and not mine. I do not fucking care. But if you are#being openly and loudly antisemitic *in your support of palestine* you are absolutely not fucking helping. I am so dead serious right now#if you want to raise awareness and you're being antisemitic because of deep held beliefs or whatever i want you to look around and read the#fucking room. Do you understand how much of Israel's international support comes from the idea that they are the only country where jews ar#safe from antisemitism? do you see how every time palestine comes up people point at incidences of antisemitism in anti-genocide actions to#discredit the entire movement? do you not understand how your actions are cutting the movement down at the knees?#i'm jewish and proud of it. i don't like antisemitism. but there's a genocide on and i'd rather work against it than quibble over who i#work alongside. i dont fucking care. you can be as antisemitic as you like in private. stop fucking the movement up.#there are bigger things to worry about here. if i can put aside my own concerns as to who i'm talking to you can hold your tongue#and fight the good fight instead of handing weapons to the people who are trying to fucking flatten gaza.
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Just watched the httyd live action trailer and there are so many things I could complain about (just the fact that it exists being one of them) but like
They changed the structure of Toothless' hind legs??? In the original his hind legs function the way human legs do, his heel is flat in the ground and the bend of his leg is his knee, making him a plantigrade. But in the live action the bend of his leg is in his ankle?? They made him a digitigrade??? Why??? For what purpose???
#such a fucking innocuous and petty thing to complain about#but as an anatomy nerd this deeply agitates me#it makes more sense for him to be a plantigrade anyway???#skeletal structure wise#most lizards are plantigrades irl#so are most of the quadrupedal dragons in httyd???#so why change it#god its all im gonna be looking at for the duration of time Toothless is on screen in the live action#his fucked up legs that in all honesty probably make him less aerodynamic#cuz he cant fully tuck them against his body#grgrgr#httyd#how to train your dragon#hiccup#toothless#toothless httyd#httyd toothless#how to train your dragon live action#httyd live action#live action httyd#live action#salt#im not joking the first time i watched the trailer this was the thing that i fucking noticed#the structure of a fictional flying lizard's hind legs#kill me
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Content Warning: This is a dark, angsty ficlet. There’s major character death. (They get better)
Kara gave the last of the trees a meaty shove and clapped her hands lightly, to shake off the dirt and tree bark that clung to her palms. She’d been called away from National City about twenty minutes ago to respond to a catastrophic landslide in Oregon that looked like a job for Supergirl. The villain trade had been a little light lately ever since the League went public, and she heard-
A thin crackle.
“Kara, get back to the Tower,” it was Alex, and her voice was strained, trembling. “Come back here right now. Directly here. Don’t stop anywhere and get here as fast as you can.”
Her feet had already left the ground by the time Alex had finished her message. Kara took off and ascended almost straight up, so that when she went hypersonic it didn’t harm anyone below.
“Alex?” she called, as she came in for a landing on the balcony. “What is it?”
Alex was inside with the others, wearing her costume but not her makeup or mask. She was deathly pale and her eyes were red rimmed and puffy from crying. Her voice hitched.
“I don’t know how to tell you this,” Alex began.
Kara’s stomach dropped.
“Tell me what?”
Alex went still, as if the words would not leave her. Kara could see her straining with the effort, cords standing out on her throat.
“Tell me what?”
“I… I can’t do this…”
“Tell me what?” Kara demanded.
“Lena’s been shot.”
Kara stared at her. Her eyes went wide and she felt a cold rush through her body as if someone had opened a door behind her into a blizzard.
“Where is she?”
“Kara, try to stay calm, let me-“
“I want to see her now, Alex. Where is she?”
Alex swallowed.
“She’s, ah, gone, Kara.”
“Gone where?”
“They tried to resuscitate her, but there was too much damage to her heart.”
“Okay, so we need a transplant? Do we have a candidate? Or an artificial one? She probably has one in her lab.”
A manic frenzy began to overtake her, as though energy crackled down her limbs. What Alex was saying made no sense. Lena wouldn’t need to be resuscitated. She was fine. She had to be fine. Lena was fine. That was that. Kara would go wait for her in her hospital room by the bedside, and-
“She passed, Kara. She didn’t make it.”
Kara blinked.
“Didn’t… make it… passed… you mean she… wait… Alex what the fuck are you saying to me?”
Alex looked away, hugging herself.
“She died, Kara. Lena’s gone.”
She stood there for a shocked instant, paralyzed, some part of her mind shielding her from the full implication of what she just heard.
Then it slammed into her like a freight train. Like an earthquake. Like the shockwave from her exploding home world. Kara had been off saving some rich fuck’s house from fucking mud and Lena was dead. Lena was dead. Lena was-
Kara screamed.
The initial blast blew Alex off her feet and sent her sliding a good ten feet across the floor as she clapped her hands over her ears. Every window and every piece of glass in the Tower shattered at once and every one in the surrounding buildings cracked. All over the city, dogs began barking.
When Kara fell to her knees, the world around her was rimed with frost; her wail had been an arctic blast. Alex sat up, staring at the blood on her palms that had trickled from her ears. Some distant, emotionally controlled, Kryptonian part of her concluded that she’d probably just destroyed her sister’s eardrums.
Alex was trying to say something but the words didn’t reach her. Everything was far away, on the other side of a low whine in her ears and the sound of her own rushing blood in her veins. Red-sun fire boiled within her, setting her eyes alight and wreathing her in vapor as her tears turned to steam.
“Kara,” she finally heard Alex say, but it was too late.
She flew straight up, heedless of the rent she tore in the roof of the Tower as she took flight. She screamed again, a wail of primal torment and rage, and the world went silent.
Truly silent.
The one sound she always listened for above all others was not there. The steady drum beat was not there. Kara lashed out at herself, tearing at fistfuls of her hair.
An inescapable certainty seized her: Lena had died knowing Kara was not going to save her.
Another scream, followed by twin beams of infinite heat blasting skyward like a false sunrise, bathing the world below in crimson hues. Part of her wanted to sweep her gaze down and burn it all, just start smashing and tossing and punching and wreck everything she could lay her hands on.
Her family, her home, her culture, her foster father, her aunt, they were all taken from her. Kara gave and gave and gave and no matter how she martyred herself the world just kept taking.
They took her Lena.
Kara looked down. Rage burned furnace hot inside her chest, threatening to consume her. Why wasn’t someone protecting her? Why was this allowed to happen? Someone just shot her?
She would find who did it and she would end him. She’d tear him to shreds with her bare hands and she would know who was responsible for this and she would smash and burn her way to them and they would pay. She would make them pay.
And her Lena would still be gone.
Nothing Kara could do would bring her back. She was helpless. She crushed her head in her hands and screamed and screamed again; there were military aircraft and police helicopters approaching and she didn’t care.
It was as if some great hooked claws had rent her open, as if every single one of her old wounds had burst at once. Kara had died for this world twice over and this was how they repaid her?
It was worse than that.
In her miserable fucking cowardice Kara has never told her.
Lena would never know how much Kara loved her. She would never smile for Kara again, never crinkle around her eyes as she laughed or look so achingly beautiful as she became lost in some scientific problem or journal article. She had been Kara’s red sunrise and now the sun was set forever.
There was no bringing her back.
Wait.
Kara’s eyes flew open.
There was a way. Clark had confessed it to her, and warned her never to try it.
Fuck that.
Kara rocketed straight up, tearing through the atmosphere until the void clapped straight around her. She had to be free of all resistance, not because it would slow her, but because she would ignite the atmosphere. This might not even work. She might solar flare right in the middle of it and die.
Maybe if she did she’d be with Lena. Maybe Rao would actually do something for her for once and she’d find herself in sunlit fields under a red sky with her Lena there for her.
Anything had to be better than this.
Kara flew. She put every iota of force she could muster into her flight, curving around the Earth. Within moments she was making complete orbits every few seconds.
It’s working, she thought. The red shift.
At this speed, all suns were red. The sky was an endless chaos of red pinpricks.
Faster.
Kara didn’t know how she flew. Not even her precious Lena had been able to crack that question, and she’s tried. Kara had never attempted to find her top speed, never tried to find out how fast she could go.
She could go faster.
Beneath her, Earth was frozen. When she used her super-speed, her mind sped up with it, and everything slowed to a crawl.
She was close now, she could feel it. She just had to go faster.
Faster.
FASTER
And she did.
The stars were gone. The Earth was gone. There was only endless black and-
Void. Nothingness. It had no color, nothing to actually see, just a limitless nothing.
Almost. There was one thing in the darkness, in the endless Outside.
“Clark?”
He was there with her in the void, just there, cape and spitcurl and all. Clark. Kal-El. Kara’s final mission from her people and the greatest of her many failures. Her cousin.
“What happened?” he said.
“It’s Lena,” Kara blurted.
He looked at her with big sad eyes. “Do you mean Lex’s sister?”
Kara blinked. “Who the hell else would I mean, Clark?”
“Oh,” he said. “When I got here you two hadn’t met yet, I suppose. You’re friends with her?”
Kara looked at him.
“Where are we?”
“The other side of the speed of light. This is what happens when you go superluminal without a warp drive or a hypergate.”
Kara flinched back.
“From your perspective you haven’t left yet,” said Kara. But how did…”
Her eyes went wide. Of course. She didn’t realize it at first because she had outrun the concept of movement itself.
She was still moving.
All she had to do was…
Stop.
Kara’s stomach did a backflip and she vomited into the vacuum, turning in space so she didn’t have to watch orbs of her own puke falling into the atmosphere.
She dove, straight down into the sky, chased by everlasting sunrise.
It only took a glance, and Kara saw a red streak headed north for Oregon, away from National City. She was watching herself fly away.
It worked.
It worked!
She slowed. She stopped. She listened. She found it.
Lena had left the Foundation and was walking downtown, probably to her new favorite coffee spot, just another woman in the crowd. Since she’s turned over control of the company to Sam and focused her working days on her philanthropy, she’d become softer, more casual, more, as she put it, west coast. She was just strolling down the street in a hoodie and scrolling her phone on her way to her inevitable end.
Kara steeled herself.
I’m Supergirl. I can do anything.
She swept low over the downtown crowd and landed in front of Lena.
She was so beautiful, so soft. So confused. She stared at Kara.
“I thought you were going to Oregon and we were getting dinner later?”
“Come with me now. Please. Please, Lee. I’m begging you.”
There was a brief, heavy pause. Kara swallowed hard. Lena looked at her for the barest moment, then allowed herself to be scooped up into Kara’s arms and flown gently, so very carefully, to the Tower.
When she landed, Kara gingerly set Lena on her feet and took a short step back. Alex came running into the room.
“Kara?”
“What?” said a voice in her ear. Her own voice, on her comms, entangled somehow because she was in both places at once.
Alex drew her weapon and aimed it at Kara’s head, gently taking Lena’s arm and pulling her back, then poked her ear.
“Kara you’ve got a doppleganger here. I’m not sure if she’s extra-dimensional or a shapeshifter.”
Kara sighed when she felt the rush behind her, the gust of air and the heavy landing of boot heels on the balcony.
“Don’t move,” Kara told Kara.
“I won’t,” she told herself.
“Who are you and what are you do-“
Kara turned and looked at herself. She’d experienced this too many times before. Shapeshifters, a clone, an evil version of herself from a broken timeline.
This was different in some inexplicable way, and the pain came.
They both screamed, not so loud this time, and suddenly Kara was actually in two places at once, looking at herself looking at herself in an infinite loop and then…
One.
Kara was staring at Lena and Alex, standing where her past self had been standing a few moments earlier. She shook her head and… Lena.
Lena!
Kara rushed to her, gathering her up in a fierce hug, nuzzling her nose into her hair to take in her scent.
“You’re alive!” Kara exulted.
“You’re covered in mud,” Lena protested, pushing her back.
Kara let her.
Lena looked at Kara, then at Alex.
“Wait,” she said, soft eyes searching. “How did I get here, exactly?”
“How did you get here?” said Alex. “I don’t remember you coming in. I thought I was calling Kara back. I had to tell her something. It was…” her brows furrowed.
Kara swallowed, hard.
Wait. Why had she come back? She’s dealt with the landslide but she… just went hypersonic to get here? Why?
It didn’t matter. She was gripped by conviction. She just knew, somehow, that she had to do this.
“Lena, I’m sorry about the mud. Listen, since you’re here, I wanted to ask you… want to hang out tonight? At my place?”
“S-sure,” Lena said, blinking.
“What’s wrong?” said Alex.
“I don’t know,” said Lena. “I felt this odd sensation for a moment and then it was… almost like deja vu, but then…” she trailed off. “I need to get back to my office.”
“I’ll change and walk you back,” said Kara.
“Right. I’ll wait in the rec room.”
Lena turned and walked slowly out of the room, muttering to herself.
Alex stared at her.
“What was that about?”
“I’m telling her tonight.”
“Telling her what?”
“That I’m in love with her.”
Alex looked at her flatly.
“Well,” she said, “it’s about fucking time.”
#supercorp#supergirl fanfiction#supergirl#supercorp fanfic#lena luthor#kara danvers#kara x lena#karlena#supergirl fanfic#ficlet#angst with an eventual happy ending#angsty love confession#angsty supercorp#time travel#Kara will do anything for Lena#in this house we do not obey the laws of physics#how DOES she fly anyway?
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something bad’s about to happen to me
why i feel this way, i don’t know maybe
#tgaa#tgaa chronicles#tgaac#art#great ace attorney#the great ace attorney#dgs#fanart#herlock sholmes#sherlock holmes#dgs sherlock holmes#dai gyakuten saiban#lyric quotes#dark red by steve lacy#idk i had this visual stuck in my head for a couple of days#dgs2#dgs2 spoilers#i feel like after really marinating in whatever the fuck happened in 2-5 i have come to realize how scary this man is#i’ve been watching a play through to see if i can catch anything i couldn’t on my own play through and like#dude he drops so many hints and foreshadowing it’s fucking crazy how the fuck do you know all of this mr sholmes!!!!#he will always be a silly character but i cannot help but remember how genuinely unsettled i was by the way he acted at the end of 2-2#and also the time in the waxwork museum where he was questioned by susato and ryunosuke#where his trolling characteristics were basically implied to be a bit of an act#and i was like. damn. holy shit. because i almost fell for that act too. i almost believed him until he said smth like#‘but that won’t fly with you’ or something and ryunosuke affirmed it by saying that anyone else could’ve made a mistake but not mr sholmes#augh. he’s just a really good character ok
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TTHEMM,,,,
#kenadian#parrotx2#wifies#unstable universe#kenadian fanart#parrotx2 fanart#wifies fanart#unstable universe fanart#unstable universe spoilers#fanart#guys#GUYSSS#I’ve binged parrot’s entire pov…..#it’s time to go watch wembu’s lol#explanation for the proton key:#my uu!ken has a key that is designed after every prison he’s built#they aren’t function they’re just fun to have lol#also as for how I hc elytra’s to work:#if a character naturally has wings (bird bug dragon etc)#then the elytra simply enlarges their wings so they can fly#but if they dont then the elytra turns into these cloth esc wings#hence wifies and ken vs parrot lol#anyways#purple's arts!#purple’s arts!
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kazuscara | acting on impulse
#genshin impact#kaedehara kazuha#scaramouche#wanderer#kazuscara#my art#tried a different ish process w this!#coloring went rlly fast but then rendering and clean up took a long time ajkfjh#but it's def faster than how I was doing my other kzsc comic so#will be saving this in my brain#anyway I'd like to think that scara would realize what he just did and immediately fly away ajfjh#and kazuha; kind of dazed.. snaps out of it and flies after him like wait--#is that how you feel? we can talk about it i promise ill listen#i am just a fan of flustered scaras ajfjhh#is it ooc who knows i draw based on vibes only
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