#verse: crossover.

[fortruechaos]

@spirestar here's another real starter for you...but this one.....is shadow......and will........bc we've been talking about that

"I don't understand." Shadow has been the Ultimate Lifeform from day one. Willard H. Wright was once Wizard-Hunting Wright, but he had seemingly gotten tired of the title and simply given it up. Shadow doesn't know what that's like. He can't imagine not being the Ultimate Lifeform. For Will to sacrifice his entire identity just to be...well..the man he was now--it's almost unfathomable for Shadow. "Aren't Van Dine's Commandments meant to be wielded to defend mystery? How can they be used to protect the witches you once hunted?"

[unblot]

@stillgrows : "oh, fuck - in' - hell," clive says as he walks into the room and sets his eyes upon salem, each syllable held out a half second longer than needed. "is the secret to surviving whatever the fuck just being ginger? is that it?" he crosses the room with a brisk confidence, holding out a hand for a firm handshake once he's close enough to them. "clive schill, overhead industries, r&d. you've got me thinking now we need to rethink the old golden egg metaphor. what're we working with here? — a perfect fucking pack of bloody ginger nuts? eh, i'll workshop it."

The cold and clinical walls of Overhead Industries are not unfamiliar to Salem. In many ways it was their second home growing up, & currently the only home they're permitted to have. However, the ever changing faces of their caregivers and companions are predominately strangers to them. This does not even account for executives from other departments who seek Salem out like

Salem's acknowledgement of Clive is that of one towards a stranger, lacking any sort of warmth or friendliness. Though many would argue that they behave even colder to him than most would towards a stranger.

Salem merely nods in response to Clive words, staying silent & ignoring his outstretched hand completely. They've been instructed not to touch anyone on their own accord by their supervisors. Maybe Clive didn't get the memo. Salem decides to simply wait for him to drop his hand as they fix their empty dark eyes on his.

" Hello, Clive. " Their greeting is short and to the point, greatly contrasting Clive's own way of speaking. The vowels of Clive's name come out softer than most here would speak it, Salem's Louisiana accent making the name almost float into the air. They make no move to introduce themself. Salem concludes it's unnecessary, assuming that anyone seeking them out from another department would already have their name on file.

Their gaze briefly flickers downward before returning to Clive's face. "Do you know that your socks are mismatched?"

[vickychendraws]

I don’t usually do crossovers, but a comic idea popped into my head, so i decided to see where it went o/ cw: blood

[guardianspirits13]

lets just say that they would *not* get along

[oblique-lane]

Isn't much of a question but holy moly I love your pre fortress hc so much 😭😭🙏

Tysm!!! There's more!

Previous post!

I unironically believe that those three games should (do) share the same universe (The ORANGE BOX UNIVERSE???!?!) That would explain so much......

[technically-human]

Welcome to the reverse verse! This is part 1 of 2 of a commission for @i-am-as-normal-as-you-are and I can't wait to tell you all about it, because I'm incapable of being normal and chill about these concepts, so I ran with it.

Charles Rowland was born in 1900, his mum was from India and moved to the UK after marrying Charles' dad, a soldier who was not... very loving. Charles' heritage gave him some problems, but none as bad as that one time in 1916 when he was sacrificed to a demon and spent the next 7 decades in Hell. He doesn't like to talk about it, except when it can get him what he wants. He was always an angry boy, or so he thought, but after his time spent in Hell, it became so much worse. He's explosive and unpredictable, and so he mostly avoids conflict. He doesn't need to fight anyone, as his charming personality and sweet smile (plus a few smart calculations) always seem to be enough to convince people to give him what he asks for. And when the fight is inevitable... well, he has Edwin for that!

Edwin Payne grew up very sheltered, in a deeply religious home, and he is proud of that. Don't try to argue with him, because he surely has a Bible verse that will help him win (and if not, he is not above using his croquet mallet now that he has someone to keep safe). Unfortunately for him, he realized at a quite young age that he felt attraction towards other boys. Even worse, somehow other people could tell as well, including those peers that ended up killing him for it (the rumour spread throughout school was that he had died due to AIDS, and most people just accepted it). He never acted on those unnatural urges of his, but when he met this ghost who had just escaped Hell... he decided not to risk eternal damnation, and to stay here with Charles, instead. Edwin has no interest in the supernatural or in magic, and sort of looks down on them, but luckily his friend's got that covered.

[shepurrs]

@castigare said: i don’t believe in heaven or hell but i do believe in revenge.

SHE'S GOING TO BLEED OUT. She's going to die in the gutters of New York City, all because Frank Castle is on another revenge spree. And not only that, but he feels the need to give some impassioned pitch about believing in revenge. What the fuck is she supposed to say to that, when she's in a pool of her own goddamn blood? Selina vaguely recognizes that he's hovering over her, and she wonders if he's here to help her out or finish the job.

At this point, she's also wondering which one she'd prefer.

Her lips screw into a strange expression, rationality slowly taking the place of the white-hot pain flooding through her. She assesses the situation, like survivors learn to do. The bullet is lodged in her upper arm. No critical organs have been hit. Yes, it hurts like hell has been bottled up and is burning inside her bone, but according to the PhD she earned from living on the streets, she's not going to die.

That doesn't mean Frank is off the hook, though. Far from it.

Through her hazy vision, she realizes that he's attempting to stop the bleeding, seemingly having chosen the help her out option. Maybe she would be touched, if he hadn't been the one to fucking shoot her.

Selina reaches for his arm, and it almost is like she's expressing her gratitude. Almost, except that's not at all her intention. ❛ Fuck your revenge! ❜ She cries out, claws poised at his bicep and biting deeply into his shirt to penetrate through the skin. She drags her hand back and forth in a steady motion, only satisfied once she's certain he'll be wearing a scar for the rest of his life.

That's the least she could do to thank him.

[mocatbj4]

TOH crossover Spider-verse

I recently watch Into the spider-verse, can’t wait to see the new one

[critter-of-habit]

Uhhh, "Spider-Hawk" I guess?

[portaldust]

post-bridge of terabithia photo from last night

my eyes still hurt

[fulcrums501st]

“there wasn’t enough plot for a 3rd season”

then save the end of the world threat bullshit for spin-offs. cut it. keep the second season cohesive and grounded so it can actually flesh out the story and themes and characters its first season was trying to explore. don’t shove in your end of the world threat bullshit to derail your previously grounded story when you obviously don’t have time for that. keep the foundational, grounded, character driven nature of arcane and save end of world threats for big crossover series/spinoffs

[thomaszloi]

Whoops another Danny crossover I mean it was obvious UGH I LOVED new spiderverse

[moksutinn]

someone probably already drew something similar but...

[batsandbugs]

Bruce Wayne's Headache Class. System: Sneak Peak 1

“I insist he assigns the blame to me,” grumbles Damian, his mouth twisted in a frustrated frown. “He refuses. The entire scheme was my idea, down to the very verbage used, and yet he still continues to blame Marinette, and refers to her in an uncouth, slanderous manner.  If he continues to insist upon said belligerent name calling I will be taking matters into my own hands and he will find himself contending with my blade.” 

Bruce blinks at the hissed statement. It’s vicious, it’s descriptive, and it wouldn’t be out of place if Talia had said it. The pit of anxiety in his stomach triples. “Against your own brother?” he forces himself to ask, even though he’s pretty sure he knows the answer. 

“I would sell him to Satan for one corn chip,” Damian says, face totally blank, tone serious. Bruce can’t tell if he’s joking or not. “Marinette has done nothing to deserve his name calling. It was a trick, he fell for it, and they lost. He can dislike her.” Damian rolls his eyes and huffs. “Even if I think it is a childish grudge, but the insults will cease or I will make him cease.”

(I swear I'm going to get this damn chapter completed. It's just fighting me. Here's a little something to prove I'm not dead!)

[himbolithium]

old atsv doodles

[sweeneydino]

One more piece before I head to bed(prob)

I am normal about them.