#PLEASE PUT HIM IN FAWCETT

[superbly-aged-water]

do NYAT get me yappin on captain marvel lore bro. the movies got it so wrong. shazam is the wizard. this small child keeps getting run over by a train. JAMES GUNN IF YOU CAN HEAR ME JAMES GUNN GIVE US OUR ANTHROPOMORPHIC TIGER JAMES GUNN-

[7arami]

Adding on to Tawky Tawny being Billy's giant pet tiger, Damian would totally be jealous. Like absolutely filled with envy.

He's heard reports of a giant tiger just strolling through Fawcett and needs to have it. When he goes to Fawcett for a little investigating, he gets more or less the same responses from people: "Ohhhh you mean Tawky! Yeah, that's Billy's tiger!"

Damian instantly tracks this Billy, he refuses to acknowledge his last name, and demands to see the tiger. Billy, who is very confused and slightly scared, explains that he can't show him because he doesn't know where Tawky is. This ticks Damian off, cause how can you not keep track of a giant tiger. And Billy has to explain to him that Tawky just comes and gos as he pleases, he doesn't have control over him and he wouldn't want to either, because that wouldn't be very nice.

Damian refuses to leave until he meets Tawky. Which irritates Billy because he's got work to do, both normal civilian work and superhero work. He does his best to lose the kid, but the peace doesn't last long before Damian drops down in front of him. Billy is starting to wonder if this kid put a tracker on him.

It gets closer to the end of the day and Billy's frustration is on the brink of boiling over. He just wants to get back to his apartment and curl up next to Tawky. However, Damian is still following him.

Billy: Don't you have a family and home you should be getting back to. Damian: Tt' like your one to talk, we've been running around this whole city all day. And by the looks of it, I don't think you've got a home to get to either.** Billy: *face becoming all screwed up and red* Bet your parents are relieved you're not home, finally some peace and quiet without an evil brat like you around. Damian: *fists beginning to clench at his sides and glaring angrily at Billy* I am willing to say the same about "your" tiger. He hasn't shown all day, seems like he's taking a much needed break away from you! Billy: Then why are you still here! If you think Tawky is avoiding me, then I should be the last person to bother! **Damian didn't mean to come off as rude, he was concerned just didn't know how to express it. And Billy spoke out of defensiveness.

The argument continues to escalate to the point both boys are grappling with each other on the ground. They are interrupted by something pulling Billy away from Damian. Tawky stands over Damian with Billy held in his mouth by the boy's red sweater.

Tawky licks both the boys faces and hands, healing the scratches and bruises that they had inflicted on one another. They sit there on the side walk, it's night and the street is mostly desolate besides a few cars that drive by every now and then. Tawky curls around the two of the, forcing them to sit against one another.

Finally Damian breaks the silence, apologizing for what he said and for following Billy around all day. Billy forgives him and apologizes as well for what he said.

Billy: *slightly turning his head towards Damian* I'm sorry for calling you 'an evil brat', I don't actually think that. Damian: *huffs and continues to look straight ahead at the road* Not like you know me enough to come to that conclusion. Billy: *turning his head more towards Damian now* You don't think your a bad person, do you? 'Cause your not. Damian: *his eyebrows pinch together as he glares at the floor* Of course not, I have more pride than that! *voice becomes slightly softer* It's just that you don't know me enough to believe otherwise. Billy: *leans back into Tawky more, now looking straight ahead as well* I know that Tawny doesn't behave like this with bad people. And I trust his instincts.

Damian doesn't saying anything after that and neither does Billy. They sit their for a while, relaxing against Tawky Tawny's warm, soft body. Eventually a fancy car stops in front of them. Instinctually, Billy grabs Damian's arm and goes to book it. Only to be stopped by Damian who tells him its alright. Hesitantly, Billy lets go of Damian and watch as the window lowers to reveal an old man in a suit and a much younger man wearing much more casual clothes.

Dick: *sticking half his body out the window, with a clearly concerned expression on his face* Dami! Oh my God! We've been looking all over for you bud! What are you doing here? *looks behind Damian and a little boy and giant tiger* . . . actually, never mind. I think I just answered my own question. Damian: *arms crossed and rolling his eyes* Cease your needless worry, I have everything under control. Dick: *eyes hopping from Damian, Billy, and Tawky very quickly* Look, Dami, I'm very happy that your making friends, but let's be more careful. *speaking in a quieter tone* This is cap's terf, and we need to respect that. Damian: Tt' Oh please, I didn't see the walking light bulb at all today. Billy frowns at that, Damian didn't see him because he was stopping Billy from doing his job. Billy's just lucky that nothing really happened, though he is sad he couldn't help his community out more. Billy: You probably didn't seem him cause you were too busy stalking me! Dick: *glares down at his little brother, Alfred can be heard huffing a laugh behind him* Damian! Damian: *face beginning to redden* I was not stalking you! I was looking for Tawny and you just happened to be my best lead! Dick: *groans with his head in his hands* Dami, please, this is not how you make friends. Damian: *face becoming even redder* He is not my friend! Billy: *pouting a bit* hey Alfred: *a small smile on his face* Well Master Damian, would your 'not-friend' like a ride home? Billy: No! Damian: Yes. Billy: *looking at Damian with a shocked face, then back at Alfred* No, it's alright, for real! I have Tawky to walk me home, so I'll be more than fine! Damian: He left. Billy: *turns to look behind him and is met with an empty sidewalk* Goddammit! *looks up to the sky and screams* TRAITOR!

Billy, reluctantly, let's them drop him off in front of Freddy's house. It's gonna take longer for him to walk to his apartment, but it should be able to fool them. As long as Damian doesn't say anything, which he's not willing to bet on.

Finally they drive off and Billy makes his way back to his apartment where he finds Tawky curled up on his mattress. Too tired to even be upset, Billy squishes himself against Tawky's belly and goes to sleep.

[moonlightcycle571]

All the Batkids have their own favourite Superhero (that’s not Batman), but it comes as a surprise when Damian says his favourite is Captain Marvel.

Captain Marvel, after being put on ‘Robin Watch’ after Batman had to disappear in the Watchtower for whatever reason: so … what do you like to do?

Damian, who vividly remembers Dick telling him to play nice or he’ll tell Batman about the 364 cats he’s fostered with Selina: I … like Cats

Captain Marvel, who has no idea what normal kids do: Oh, me too! My best friend is a talking cat!

Damian, intrigued: … elaborate

Captain Marvel, already showing Damian pictures of Tawny: This is Tawky Tawny, he’s a magic tiger that sometimes live in the Zoo! He’s also my best friend 🥰💕😍💕😍💖💗💗💗💗😍😊🎉😊😍😍

Damian, already calling Selina: I would like to meet this Tawky Tawny.

Later, Batman would start to panic when he couldn’t find Robin, but then would be shown a picture from Instagram of Robin, Catwoman and Captain Marvel in Fawcette Zoo, specifically the tiger cage hugging a massive Bengal Tiger, captioned “the most civilised tiger you will ever meet”. The next picture is a picture with the three of them having tea with said Tiger in a suit.

Bonus

Dick, Superman’s Number 1 fan: Oh please, he’s obviously the most like me! Captain Marvel and Superman look like they can be BROTHERS

Jason, forever a Wonder Woman Stan: HA, I heard that he WAS Wonder Woman’s Brother

Tim, hiding all his Cap merch: Oh yeah, he’s nothing like Red Tornado, so I’m good

Steph: why wasn’t I invited to the tea party …

Barbara and Alfred, tracking Captain down: Don’t worry, we’ll be invited to the next one

Cass, sensing something is off: … new … brother????

If you see Batman sulking in the corner, you saw wrong. If Batman sulks harder when he realises Barbara and Alfred figured out Captain Marvels identity before him and refuse to share… you’re a fucking liar.

Bonus

Flash: …

Captain Marvel: …

Flash: so when do we get to hug the magic kitty

Captain Marvel: FOR THE LOVE OF-

Tawny, not even a week later: ✨I’m so popular✨

[siriuslylantsov]

canine tendencies

pairing: sirius black x reader

description: in which, you put charms in sirius' hair and confront certain traits of his.

tags: fluff! fem!reader, mmm pining, cuddling, totally platonic activities going on here, r is muggle-born hence the vet and dog anatomy knowledge, sirius is a puppy agenda, pretty women from the 70s mentioned (dont pay much attention to it), flirting.

a/n: staying true to my username with more sirius black. wanna play with his hair for days tbh. happy reading!

wc: 1.7k

“you don't know when to give up, do you?”

you raise your chin indignantly, “i'm stubborn.”

sirius fixes you with a withering glare, it doesn't pack much of a punch but you can tell he's stalling. he finally relents with a long sigh, ever the dramatic. you squeal, walking over to his bed with a little pouch that jingled as you moved. you nudge at his shoulders to lean against the headboard and set yourself down beside him. he grumbles, muttering something along the lines of waste of time and how your neck is gonna hurt. you bite back a smile at his cause for concern: you. 

“complain all you want, but you know this is gonna look good,” you muse, with an air of smugness. “you’ll be singing my praises.”

he lets his head hang to the side, looking at you, up those pretty eyelashes of his. his eyes are indifferent, yet they crinkle at the corners, trying to not prove you right. pools of grey and blue, you could drown in them. 

your elbow is wedged between a pillow and the headboard, propping you up, knees curled, poking into his thigh. his legs are sprawled out in an obnoxious man spread, effectively making you move closer so you don't fall off the bed–that's small enough regardless of the space he's taking up. 

he's avoided you all day since you proposed the idea at breakfast: putting charms in his hair. what's strange is that you’ve done his hair plenty of times before sans protest. you ponder it quietly, simultaneously willing him to concede with squinted eyes, as he deadpans you.

if he could, he would've told you that he’s afraid to be alone with you. not that he hasn't been before, he has and he's been this close to you too (he constantly is). but something is different now, something about your hands in his hair that he can’t deal with. especially recently, you've taken to scratching behind his ear and it drives him a little crazy. he won't stop you though, on account of it feeling so good. usually, you're around the others so he can shift his focus elsewhere rather than think about how softly your fingers pad over his scalp, but now you’re alone and he's cursing lily for dragging his friends to some stupid baking endeavour that he stealthily got out of. 

you watch as annoyance passes over his features (directed to lily but you don't know that) and it instantly worries you. maybe he was serious about not wanting this, were you pushing him?

“sirius, if you really don't want me to do this,” you start, a nervous edge to your fast rush of words, “please tell me. i don't want to force you into doing anything-”

“hey,” he stops you with a hand over your arm and a small reassuring smile. “i'm sorry, i do. i just think you’re hot when you're irritated.”

“you must think i'm farah fawcett all the time then,” you mutter, rooting around in your pouch for the gold cuffs you thought would suit him. “and i'm not irritated, i have a surprising amount of patience for you,” you correct, inspecting the cuffs in your palm.

sirius sits up a bit to peer at them, chewing his lip in thought. “mmm not her. barbara carrera maybe,” he adds, looking back at you, his resistance fading away.

your eyebrows shoot up slightly, in mild shock. “she's pretty,” you remark to his comparison and the seemingly honest delivery.

“yeah,” he says, incredibly earnest, “so are you.”

curious and curiouser. “you think flirting with me is gonna get you out of this?”

“i don't know, is it working?”

“nope,” you say curtly, bring your hand back up to his face, this time with a few charms as well. “pick.”

he does, and sets them in your other hand held out. you begin parting his hair for the braids, you settle for placing them under the top of his hair, since his layers are short they'll peek through nicely. you tie a sloppy half bun to the unused portion of his hair so it's out of the way and section out a piece to braid. 

sirius dutifully holds the gold adornments in his hand as you work, suddenly quiet. he always gets like this, you've noticed. all quip remarks are silenced when your hands are in his hair. you make note to tease him about it later but for now you're content to stay quiet. 

he's humming something quietly, a tune you're unfamiliar with, it's ok he’ll tell you later. it fills the silence nicely. you pick the first charm, looping it into a strand of hair and continuing the braid to secure it. his hair is unbelievably soft, it's probably why you like touching it so much. you both know it gets greasier faster because of your constant contact but sirius makes no move to stop you, ever, simply muttering a spell to revive it. 

it goes on like this for about ten minutes, mostly because the charms were a bit more difficult to work with than you thought and also because you were extremely wary of trying not to tangle his hair. he stares at you diligently out of his periphery and you try not to meet his gaze. 

when you're done you lift the handheld mirror to his face. fuck, he looks beautiful. you have to look away, allowing him to assess everything on his own. 

he shoots you a blinding grin, looking exceedingly pleased with how it turned out, “thanks, dove!”

“you’re welcome,” you respond. “it looks good, right?”

he nods, looking into the mirror again. “really good. you did an amazing job.”

your heart flutters at the praise but you don't let it show, accepting his words with a smug smile. it doesn't last long though as he jumps you with a hug, winding you. arms wrapped around your middle, his head rests on your chest, just below your chin, squeezing you in appreciation. you wrap your arms around him in tandem and lean back against the headboard and the pillows, practically pulling half of him on top of you.

it's rough and tumble for a moment before he settles with a low hum, arms still circled around your torso. he knows they’ll go numb the longer he stays like this but he doesn't care. 

you trail one hand into his hair instinctively, like it's second nature. your nails lightly graze over that spot behind his ear and he’s done for. when you begin scratching, he melts, like truly melts against your body, letting out a long, pleased sigh. he makes note to kick himself later for acting like this. beneath his cheek, he feels you shake. are you laughing?

he lifts his head, a little incredulous. “what?”

you chuckle, seeing how he blinks away the blissful air to his expression. “nothing, it’s just-”

he looks at you expectantly as you contemplate your words.

you let out an amused snort before speaking again, “i don't know if it's, like, a subconscious response to your animagus form but dogs really like being scratched behind their ears.”

he gapes at you, affronted. “are you calling me a dog?”

“you are, padfoot.”

he whines petulantly before dropping back to your chest. he noses at your sternum, his own wordless way of getting you to continue. so you do. 

“dogs have a very concentrated area of nerve endings here,” you explain quietly, scratching his scalp again, just behind his ear. “when stimulated, it causes the brain to release endorphins, making them feel relaxed.”

he hums in thought though it sounds more pleased and it scarcely proves your point. 

“how’d you know that?” he asks, voice muffled by your shirt.

“my friend had to take her cat to the vet and i read one of those pet magazines to pass the time,” you murmur, your voice still quiet as you begin to feel sirius growing heavier over you.

“y’so smart,” he slurs, words trailing off in the beginning of sleep.

“don't fall asleep,” you whisper, though you make no effort to wake him up.

he mumbles something incoherent, nuzzling further into your neck but giving you a little grace by shuffling off of your body. one leg is still tangled with yours and his arms are still tightly wrapped around you but at least he's not crushing you. 

“tell me more,” he requests, words trailing up at the end in question.

you think for a moment, reaching to the depths of your brain to retrieve the dog facts you read about that day, perking up when you do.

“hmmm dogs have incredibly sensitive noses. they have up to, like, 300 million scent receptors, where humans have about 5 million and the part of their brain that processes smells is 40 times larger than ours,” you mumble, tapping a light finger to the tip of his nose. 

“cool,” he exclaims, though it's anything but. his eyes slowly flutter shut as you coil a piece of his hair, sealing your fate for the rest of the evening. that is until, much to sirius’ dismay, his roommates come bursting in.

flour scattered over their clothes and hair alike, they’re boisterous as they enter, chatting something along the lines of baking is actually kinda fun. he groans against your body, sleep stretching far and wide from his grasp. you stifle a laugh as he glares at them annoyedly. they pay no attention to the boy, instead making plans on playing quidditch. to this, he brightens. jumping from the bed at a speed you can't quite justify, not being overly fond of the sport yourself. you were more inclined to flying for fun, rather than competition. 

he glances back at you, tentatively, asking for your permission almost. you shrug indifferently, you were going to make your way down to the field anyway. he grins and leans down, pressing a quick firm kiss to your cheek before rushing after the dwindling voices down the stairs, his own broom in tow. 

you bite your lip to push down the giggle that bubbles up in your throat, maybe there are some innate canine tendencies.

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[colossrat]

Marvel is old. Like, not just bcs he is a entity of zillions of years old Billy was born and imprisoned for several years in a relatively conservative time full of prejudices.

When the time bubble pops and the League finds out about it, they expect Captain Marvel to be some kind of very close-minded, militaristic guy who will find the new generation full of sins (They don't know that in Fawcett there is so much magic, different species and queer entities that it is impossible to really be a socially backward place. They also don't know that the captain is a guy who doesn't like the police very much and his favorite sport is beating up nazis)

And well, finding out that the guy you thought would give you headaches in the modern age is actually super happy about it is kind of shocking Batman already had several slides ready to give the captain a lecture about respect

Marvel: Oh my gods, I found some pamphlets about these pride parades. Mr Batman, can I take this weekend off? I would love to go with my brother there!

Batman: Your... brother?

Marvel: Yes! Well, my whole family. We were part of some protests for the queer community in my time, but we were not part of any since the bubble. He liked the idea, but he's too shy to go alone, so me, my brothers and sisters wanna go with him to support him!

Batman: ... Of course, I will arrange for someone to take over your monitor duties

And next week there are several news about how the new-old heroes appeared on pride parade.

They help with things like free water and snacks distribution, first aid for minor injuries, they ensure that no homophobes try to start a fight, they don't let it turn into a mess and in general they also participate. They are practically all painted in colorful colors, their capes are personalized, some of them are dancing, others are further away taking care of the environment. Marvel does some magic tricks, makes rainbows appear in the sky and all that And they absolutely shower the green-suited superhero, aka they bro, with support and love. Vicki Vale and Cat Grant are dying to know why

And things like this just keep happening. Is there a protest in Asia about feminism? The Shazam family will be there, Mary and Darla protesting while their brothers stand around staring at anyone who wants to intervene. Community centers for homeless charities? captain will appear to call the public, ask for support and do some tricks to please the rich Donations to hospitals? They are all out there distributing news, asking anyone who can help, to help. A movement for teacher salary justice in Brazil? They are already there to help Or are movements taking place to preserve Brazilian flora? because of the criminal fires happening in the Amazon? They are there again, using their magic to heal what was hurt, put out what burned and protest, demanding more attention from the government. Do they want to take away land from indigenous tribes? They're going to have to go over the captain first. News broke about high levels of trash in the ocean. But Aquaman barely has time to deal with it himself, he sees his co-worker there with his family gathering pieces of trash and separating them for their own disposal, using spells to separate chemicals and water pollution. Is Gotham suffering from polluted air? The captain will gather a bunch of clouds and sprinkle them with some magic, and his raindrops will gradually purify the air for the people Is a police officer being cleared after attacking a teenager? no no no, marvel will be in front of the police station in the morning along with a bunch of civilians wanting justice Does a police car, or any car in general, have a sticker that supports some kind of tyrannical movement? apology for the Nazis? to an oppressive government? a prejudiced joke? Oh man, you better be ready for dawn with every part of this car missing, probably being sold illegally and having the proceeds sent to charity The fact that the captain calls the police bastard pigs was a shock, some got defensive and such, others thought it was great. It was a slight headache for the Justice League when it came to the media, but it's not like the government liked them before The movements in Brazil are there because im brazilian, raised by a teacher, there was no way to avoid it. Billy come to brasil <3

[wonderjanga]

Lifeless

Billy never knew that whenever he detransformed, Thavma stays in the mortal world. For example, one time, detransformed in an alley.

Billy: *touches down and detransforms before running off*

Marvel: *just standing there lifelessly, comparable to a turned off animatronic*

Someone, a tourist, stumbled in and took a video of him.

Tourist: “Yo! This is Captain Marvel! I can’t believe I’m meeting Captain Marvel in real life!”

Marvel: *still standing there*

DTC: *watching this guy video Marvel, making fun of him*

Atlas: “Who is this… imbecile?”

Tourist: “Uh… Captain Marvel?” *pokes him*

Marvel: *still unresponsive*

The tourist posted this video and not even an hour after the vid was posted, the JL pulled up.

Wondy: *looking up at Marvel with concern* “What could’ve happened? I’ve never seen him like this before.”

Supes: *also concerned* “Do you think it’s mind control? Some type of coma?”

Batman: *near the entrance of the alley putting some bat-tape (his version of police tape)*

Wondy: “Brother?” *grabs his shoulder to shake him* “Brother, please say something.”

They brought him back up to the Watchtower and put him in a medical bed. During all this, he was unresponsive. All the JL’s concern amped up.

Flash: *pacing by Marvel’s cot* “What are we gonna do? What are we gonna do? I didn’t even know he could sleep! Is this his version of sleeping? Please tell me this is his version of sleeping.

Marvel: *blankly staring ahead like the lights are on but no ones home*

Batman: “Flash, you need to calm down.” *moves to put a hand on Flash’s shoulder*

Meanwhile…

Billy: *running through an abandoned building and Shazams before jumping out a broken window and letting himself be hit by lightning*

Back at the Watchtower…

Flash: “How can I be calm about this?! One of my best buddies is catatonic-”

The Watchtower suddenly shook hard, the lights flickering out and the power momentarily going down for a few moments. When they flicked back on after the back up generator turned on, Marvel was gone. He left only a Marvel shaped burn mark on the white sheets of the bed.

This sent the JL into a frenzy, searching the entire Watchtower because you don’t just disappear like that-

Hawkgirl: *walks into the monitor room and does a double take when she sees the monitor for Fawcett and Marvel’s flying by* “Guys, look! Come here!”

JL: *all huddle around the Fawcett monitor*

For a moment, nothing happened, they just saw the city in all its glory. Then, they watched Marvel fly by with his signature happy grin like nothing was wrong. Like he hadn’t just been in a medical cot, motionless, like a powered-down machine.

This happens again, later that day.

Marvel: *detransforms in that same abandoned building*

Billy: *makes his way home for the night*

Marvel: *left standing there*

The next day, early in the morning, the building was demolished because Billy missed a sign that said it was due for it that next morning. So, some Fawcitizens pulled him out and planted him on the sidewalk while one of the workers watched him. Him going catatonic is normal so they just make sure to put him somewhere safe and out of trouble until he somehow snaps out of whatever stupor he’s in.

Zeus: “These modern humans would make great followers! Look at how they care for the boy!”

Mercury: “They already practically worship Billy. I don’t know if they’ll follow you, but they’ll probably follow him.”

Zeus: “Yes, but I’m technically apart of Billy, no? So technically they’d still be my followers.”

That same tourist coincidentally came by and videoed Cap again, only to get their phone smacked out of their hand by the worker watching Cap. They still posted the, albeit shorter video. Naturally, they went to Fawcett, only, by the time they arrived, Cap was gone and flying about. They probed the worker watching him for a bit.

Worker: “We just pulled him out of the rubble.” *juts a thumb behind him to the rubble*

That was extremely concerning to all of them so they went to go find Cap. They demanded answers as they were extremely concerned for their friend.

Solomon: “Tell them it’s your version of sleeping.”

Marvel: “It’s just my version of sleeping. Trust me. There’s nothing to be worried about.”

Wondy: “Are you sure?”

Marvel: “Uh huh.” *nods head*

Wondy: *sighs* “Alright then.”

As for how Billy knows none of this has happened? He’s an oblivious little guy.

[windybluebelles]

More people should play around with what time the Fawcett City time bubble thing happened.

The most often ones I’ve seen are, 1960s, 1950s or 1930s.

Yeah, we love those. They’re the most canon compliant and have good comedy potential already.

Id like to propose some other years that would be funny.

Early 2000s, just early enough that the kids would have understood technology and know they don’t and they’re really annoyed.

1970s, not much different but it gives Billy the chance to meet some people’s parents and do some wild stuff.

“Oh Martha Wayne? I remember her, we smoked crack together.” (Drugs can’t effect him as Captain Marvel it’s fine guys)

1940s, I’m talking early 40s, I want them kids growing up on RATIONS.

1915ish, guys i want them to catch the Spanish Flu. Because I hate them.

Anytime before the 20th Century, it can be the literal end of the 1800s, it can be Ancient Greece. Idgaf, it would be hilarious. Cap just starts talking about the actual plague or some shit, AWSOME.

Listen, I believe that Fawcett is weird enough that we can get away with saying that it wasn’t even originally in America. Put them fuckers is Wales and have them be close friends with Merlin, have them be ancient Romans, Egyptian would be funny with the whole Black Adam shit, let them be from like the middle of fucking Asia or some shit.

Guys please it’s so funny to imagine geographers trying to explain why a random town actually just appears in Philadelphia and none of them speak English.

[thevoidstaredback]

Okay, so maybe giving his calling card to a kid was a bad idea. He sees that now. Unfortunately, it's too late to take it back. On the bright side, the kid wasn't going to be able to figure out who he is yet based solely on a summoning circle. In the pitch black void of things, Danny can sense the card and the person who's holding it.

Maybe if he leaves Fawcett fast enough he can keep plausible deniability because there's no way that the tiny homeless kid he just met is Captain Marvel. Nope, no way. Not his circus, not his monkeys. He's leaving now.

"What happened to you?" Deadman had an insufferable grin on his face. Did he have the House drop him in Gotham? Danny wouldn't put it past him.

"Don't wanna talk about it."

"Where ya going?"

"To the basement."

"Why?"

Was the other ghost always this annoying? "Because leaving was a terrible idea. I'm going to go hide in the basement until the day I fully die."

"Aw," Deadman tried to pout, but he failed and started to cackle. "Don't be like that. Did you not enjoy your trip to Gotham?"

Danny was a lot of things. Violent usually didn't make it onto that list. However, he was willing to make an assumption. "So it was your fault."

Another cackle. "Don't be like that! You've never been to Gotham before. You can't tell me you at least didn't have fun."

They were at the basement stairs now. "For your information, I have been to Gotham. I didn't get to do much exploring this time because Batman and his gaggle of sidekicks surrounded me!"

"You've been to Gotham?"

"Not important."

"Oh?" The glee on the full ghost's face made Danny uneasy. "I sense a story behind that."

Oh, no. "No. I'm not telling you." He marched past and down the stairs, not bothering to unlock or open the door.

"Please!"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I said 'no'."

"Party pooper." he huffed. "You know I'm just going to keep asking, right?"

A sigh. "I'm not gonna cave. No."

"Ah, but you will!" That was the confidence of a ghost who knew he was right. Danny did not like how that bodes for him. "You, my friend, are a younger sibling. I am also a younger sibling."

Shit. "That....That means nothing. My answer will stay 'no'."

Deadman had the gall to chuckle darkly. "We'll see." Then, he disappeared.

Danny didn't sigh because he doesn't need to breathe. He was not going to tell what happened because what happens in Gotham stays in Gotham. It's a rule of thumb that people don't cross. Besides, Deadman doesn't know that Danny's actually the middle sibling. Dani, introduced to his parents soon after he'd told them he was a Halfa, was the embodiment of younger sibling because he had once been the embodiment of younger sibling.

***

"Please get Deadman to stop!" Danny begged Zatanna three weeks later. Maybe he'd overestimated himself a little bit.

The sorcerer raised an eyebrow as she looked up from the book she'd been reading. Something on runes? "What's he doing this time?"

"He won't stop asking me to tell him about my first trip to Gotham."

"You've been to Gotham?"

Danny groaned into the throw pillow he was clutching. "Yes. Please make him stop!"

"Sorry, hun," she focused back on her book, "But I can't see him."

"Oh. I forgot about that."

"Why don't you just tell him?"

Danny shot up, appalled by the very idea. "It's a matter of principle!" he exclaimed, "I am both the older and younger sibling: The middle child. If I give in, I'll have failed! I can't do that. Do you want me to fail?!"

"Okay, okay, geez!" she surrendered, "Don't gotta be so overdramatic about it."

"I'm not being overdramatic! I'm being just dramatic enough!"

"Sure, sure. Whatever you say, kid."

"I'm not a kid!"

"You look like one."

"Yeah, but I'm not! I'm-"

"King of the Infinite Realms," Constantine interrupted, "We know."

"Then don't call me a kid."

"Yeah, yeah, kid,"

"I'm not-!"

"Look, we can have this argument all day and we'll still end in a tie. I've got a case in San Francisco near Titan's Tower. Raven's coming along. Do you want to come with?"

"Don't you normally work solo?" Danny asked. Zatanna still hadn't looked back up from her book and he was pretty sure she'd tuned them out.

"Is that a 'no'?"

"No! No, I'll come with." Maybe having Constantine with him will deter the JL from hounding him. What do they even want with him? If they're upset that he died at fourteen, he's gonna scream.

The Brit smirked. "You sound almost desperate to get out."

"Shut up and let's go."

"Alright, alright."

Part 3 Part 5

Tag List: @zaiothe4th @someonebored0100 @wolfeyedwitch @angelheartgamer @nymanders

[redflagshipwriter]

Halfa Cass Chapter 7 part 1/2

Masterpost

“I see,” said Alfie, hands full of breakfast dishes. “When can I expect you to return home, Miss Cassandra?” Calm. Composed. She followed at his back with the empty water and juice pitchers.

She hummed, doing math in her head. 90 minutes on a fast bike, unknown time there, 90 minutes back. “Dinner?” Cass guessed. “Will message again at 3 with updated estimate.” She put the pitchers down beside the sink silently.

Alfie gave a brisk nod at that sensible plan. Approval. “Very well, Miss. Please drive carefully.” He paused. “And do not forget hydration and your sunscreen.”

“Love you too,” she said, and went to put on the sunscreen. Then she was a whirlwind to get ready. Athletic undersuit, first. Pullover mask in the back, a long hood design that hooked back in on itself. Convenient! Gloves in black jeans pockets. Ankle boots, good for kicking and for driving. 

Cass put her flying suit in her student backpack and put her hands on her hips. She looked around. Room? Clean enough. Equipment? Packed. Reasonable projection of needs? Cass crinkled up her brow and made her best judgment. Probably minimal. Combat not expected, companion powerful. 

“Jacket,” Cass muttered to herself, sudden realization! She darted across the house to get it. The green jacket was important. It was a talisman. It was representative. It was a civilian flying suit that reminded her she was powerful and beautiful. 

When she had it on, she went back for her student back bag and then left from the upper level garage. Black bike, nondescript. Mid range price. 

Cass paused astride the bike, feet firmly planted on either side on the crunchy white gravel of their long driveway. She unzipped the front left pocket and withdrew her phone. To Marvel, she said,

🦇 🏍️ ⬆️ == 1.5 h ⌚ 

Then she opened a new message to Batdad. She didn’t want him to worry. So she said,

💕 👋🏼  🏍️ 

The last person to get a message was Stephanie, who was not flying because she was still in medical schooling. Cass sent,

Just because it was funny. It would make Stephanie laugh.

Then she was off.

Cass pulled her black bat hood down when she found the right area. It was day. Many stares that she loftily ignored. The meeting spot wasn’t Gotham or Fawcett. The laughing magician was in dingy small town, smoking and drinking. Captain Marvel found him first and hauled him out, friendly arm over shoulder. Cass crouched on the roof of nextdoor building to silently peer down, batting a little for the comfort factor of bat things. He was still big-man Marvel-lie, but with new clothes. Happy face with torn jeans and t-shirt. She squinted. Same Marvel shoes. Hmm. No budget, Cass decided. If any budget, better shoes.

Constantine blinked up at Captain Marvel, dazed from alcohol but interested in big handsome man. “Where are you taking me, prettyboy?” He slurred. He was a mess. He reached up and cupped Marvel’s face.

Cass moved. 

Constantine noticed her rapid approach and stumbled upright. Eyes sharp, intelligent. Then: dismay. “Fuck,” he said. Very unhappy. Genuine dislike. “A bat. Which one are you?” Disdain. 

Cass frowned. “Hands off,” she demanded. She crossed her arms. “He’s baby.”

“What?” Marvel said, sounding distressed. Ah. He didn’t know that she knew.

“Really?” Constantine said, wrinkling his face up and looking between her and Marvel pointedly. Because he was a foolish little man who didn’t understand facts that walked into his life. “A nightmare like you pulled this bloke? Fuck my life.”

Yes. A nightmare. Your nightmare.

Cass stretched her mask mouth wider so the teeth would stretch and pull even bigger. She leered at him with all her scariness. He looked like he wished she would leave. Wondered if he made good decision. Regret. Regret. I run my big damn mouth.

“Hey!” Marvel rallied, totally missing the body language interplay. “She’s not a nightmare! Black Bat is very kind and smart.” He put his hands on his hips, which happily meant he had to stop supporting middle-aged wizard weight.

Constantine said some curses under his voice that she didn’t know. He fished around in his pocket and pulled out a packet of cigarettes. The rattling from inside told Cass: three cigarettes. No metal, no secret hidden weapon unless it closely resembled cigarette shape. Maintain wariness. He lit it on fire with his fingers.

What? No lighter? Cass saw no lighter.

While Cass was busy frowning about that the wizard turned on his heel. “Toodles,” he said, and then Marvel grabbed him. 

“Wait! We need your professional help.”

“Do I look like I’m working?” Grungy wizard demanded. He waved a hand up and down his body, showing off his sleeveless tank top and tight pants. 

“Yes.” Black Bat took a couple steps closer. She knew this. “You were working. You’re not so intoxicated. You were running a scam for funding. You need money?” She kept anything out of her tone that could sound like judgment, leaving it cold and empty. No-nonsense. “I pay for consultation.”

Grungy wizard paused, looking her up and down. He took a drag on his cigarette. Stinky wizard. He blew it out at Marvel, RUDE wizard. “Really?” He was dubious. “Where’s the catch?” Stinky wizard scrunkled his face at her. “Usually it’s all ‘you owe it to the world, it’s for the good of humanity, don’t you have any decency?” with you people.

Cass rolled her eyes. “Can we cut the-” her eyes darted to Marvel. “Bullshit?” she finished, because it was the right word even if there were little ears present. “One thousand dollars American.”

Captain Marvel looked at her, eyes wide. Shocked. Envy. Small.

Oh. She hid her sudden bad feeling. 

“...Make it one and a half thousand, Bird, that’s a love,” oozed the Stinky Wizardman. He didn’t expect, but-

“Fine.” Cass said briskly. She didn’t want to spend a lot of time on money. She pulled out her wallet and withdrew one hundred dollar bills until she had 15. The Wizard cursed jealousy and ran a hand through his hair. Marvel was fascinated. Hmm. She held it out.

The wizard wanted it. He looked. He really wanted it. But: wary. No trust. Can’t trust a bat.

She let out a disgusted sigh. Black Bat shook the bills at him impatiently. “My Black Bat fund,” she said, in a tone that meant ‘do you have a brain that thinks thoughts?’ She continued, “For my use in-suit. Obviously real money. Obviously non-consecutive legal tender.” Duh.

“Okie Dokie!” Marvel said cheerfully. “We’re back on track.”

The wizard snatched it and stuffed it in his back pocket, hungry dog, don’t take it from me, I need it. “Let’s not talk here. I have a hotel room.” 

‘Did the stinkyman invite Marvel-baby to his hotel?’

Cass cut the wizard a death look.

He coughed and avoided looking at her. 

That was a yes. “You’re a bad judge of people,” she told the wizard, voice full of disdain. “Yes. Let’s go.” She pointedly moved in between him and Marvel-baby. 

[lady-ace]

FIC WIP BE UPON THEE

(Captain Marvel x Pokémon, which i'm planning on putting on AO3 once i'm done with like, 5 chapters or so. This is the WIP of the first chapter.)

Captain Marvel is the brand new Fawcett hero. The man simply showed up one day, and started helping the community, be it with fighting crime or the most mundane things, like helping children find their parents when lost or help a person cross the street. He wasn’t as famous as Batman or Superman, and he even doubted he’d even been heard of outside of Fawcett. He was still very new, after all.

When flying around on patrol, Captain Marvel and Tawny — Who was on the ground, following along — spotted two men cornering an elderly woman in an alley, knives in hand, poised to attack.

“Pass em’, grandma!” One of them ordered, bringing the knife closer to her threateningly. “Give us the necklace and no one gets hurt!” The other thug exclaims, getting closer to rip the necklace off the lady’s neck altogether.

“No, please!” The senior pleaded, “It was a gift from my grandson!” She added, clutching her necklace close to her protectively, clearly close to tears and panic evident on her voice.

Marvel looked at Tawny as the Raikou growled and went into the alley, passing and startling the robbers as he stood in defense of the lady, growls coming out like crackles of thunder, loud against the silence of the alley.

“Shit!” the first thug yelped in surprise, “Is that the hero Raikou?!” the second one asked, taking a step back in fear of the large feline in front of him. “I thought it was a myth!”

Captain Marvel slowly floated down to land alongside Tawny, standing tall and opposing the two criminals, who were looking ready to bolt, shaking hands reaching to the Pokéballs on their belts.

“Tawny,” The hero called, nodding at the Pokémon, “Electroweb.”

At the command, electricity charged all around the legendary Pokémon, surging forwards as two webs that wrapped around the two criminals, shocking them to make them drop their weapons, before staying dormant, only serving to keep them both still.

After checking on the restrained criminals, Marvel turned to Tawny. “Good job!” he smiled, petting the Pokémon’s head, who trilled back proudly at the praise, happy with his work well done.

After the brief congratulations and pets, Marvel turned around to check on the elderly woman. 

“Thank you, thank you! This necklace is oh so dear to me, I can't bear to even think of losing it.” The senior babbled, voice full of relief and a big smile upon her face.

The Captain smiled back at her, “No need to thank me, Ma’am. I’m just glad you’re safe.” he responded, before being lightly headbutted by his partner Pokémon, trying to get his attention.

“Yes?” he asked, confused, as the pokémon walked to the thugs restrained on the ground, referencing them, their fallen weapons and Pokéballs with a paw. Realization dawned on the champion, “Oh! Them! Right, right.” he noted.

“Ma’am, I need to go deliver those men to the police. Stay safe, alright?” at her nod, he grabbed both restrained thugs, still struggling in the electric webs, and took flight, being mindful of the Pokéballs still on them. He absentmindedly noted that Tawny took both of the dropped knives before he followed him. 

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Today was a calm day in the Justice League watchtower. Batman was researching some cases and compiling files, with his Noivern by his side, while Flash’s Jolteon raced by, chasing Green Lantern’s Reuniclus.

The Jolteon, happily yipping after the other Pokémon, stopped once they both reached the recreation room. The large TV was on, displaying the news.

“Hello, good morning, Reporter Jessica speaking, reporting from Fawcett city.” the reporter started. Behind her was a large person who was talking to the police. The person didn’t seem thrilled at all to be talking to them. “This morning a criminal duo was apprehended by Captain Marvel, the newest Fawcett hero.” She said, stepping aside and letting the camera focus on the tall person — Presumably, Captain Marvel — talking to the officers. She moved again, the camera focus going right back at her. 

“We are hoping to get an exclusive interview with him, and get more information on the crime.” Jessica says pointedly. She was not too close to where Marvel and the officers stood, but with the subtle raise of her voice, it was obvious she was heard. Especially when the Captain seemed to beam out of nowhere, saying rushed goodbyes to the officers, waiting patiently as the news crew moved in.

“Hello, Captain Marvel. Could you explain to us what happened earlier today?” The reporter politely asked, raising her microphone near the hero. He seemed somewhat relieved, or more accurately, less on edge talking to the curious reporter and cameraman than he was talking to the officers.

“Of course!” The hero said with a bright smile. The news banner silently changed from ‘EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW WITH NEW FAWCETT HERO AND LEGENDARY PARTNER’ to a blank banner. “While on patrol today, me and Raikou,” Upon being mentioned, a Raikou showed up, who was previously out of the camera’s view. The hero seemed surprised too, “Oh, hi.” He cut himself off briefly to greet his Pokémon, who simply let out a chirp at the camera. “As I was saying, me and Raikou were on patrol when those two,” Marvel pointed behind him. The camera follows where he points, ending up on the two criminals, handcuffed and inside the back of a police car. “Decided to try and rob an old lady.” 

The reporter feigned a gasp, and proceeded to ask more questions, some very unrelated to the matter at hand. —“Could you tell us if you’re Kryptonian, Marvel?” and “Were there Raikou on your planet?” couldn’t have anything to do with an older lady getting saved from two robbers, after all—The TV channel’s banner now read “NEW FAWCETT HERO SAVES OLD LADY FROM ARMED ROBBERY, NEW SUPERMAN?”.

While the Pokémon watched, mesmerized by the seemingly random appearance of a legendary Pokémon — A caught one! Can you believe it? — on live TV.

The Jolteon and the Reuniclus started chattering to each other back and forth, communicating with wobbles and barks. The excited Pokémon chatter attracted Noivern’s attention a room away, who went to check it out.

Upon arrival, and seeing what all the noise was about, Noivern quickly returned to Batman, the normally quiet and composed Pokémon suddenly chirping rather loudly to get the man’s attention.

[billy-and-friends]

First Lines!

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able to and see if there are any patterns!

Thank you for the tag @wolfsbanesparks!

1. Billy is in Desperate Need of help

There's an abandoned football field on the outskirts of Fawcett.

2. The Patron Saint of Child Heroes

Captain Marvel has had a long day, which turned into a long night, so sue him if he decides to hang around the watchtower instead of in his usual hideouts

3. Billy Accidentally gets kidnapped

In Bruce's defense, he had had a horribly long day. Sure he accidentally kidnapped a kid but he hadn't slept for over 48 hours, please cut him some slack.

4. Don't be Suspicious

It had been about thirty minutes since Freddy and Darla had returned to their makeshift home and found Billy laying unresponsive up against the wall.

5. Duck-tice League

The Bats were having a family night out, in other words Alfred wanted some alone time and promptly kicked them out under the guise of a cleaning day.

6. Billy gets Black mailed into having a good time

"You have too, it's the law!" Billy didn't know that adults could pout but here he is, staring down one pouting Nightwing.

7. The Bats Claim Another One

This could be trouble, Dick thought to himself

8. Adult Man Billy

Captain Marvel had just been inducted to the Justice League, and he couldn't put his excitement into words.

9. Compilation of Billy's skills

Billy wasn't completely sure what he was doing, to be fair no one else knew what he was doing either

10. Captain Awkward

Captain Marvel is two months old, Billy Batson just recently turned eleven.

I think the biggest pattern is that I liked to start with the characters names, almost all of them include the point of view characters name!

This is cool to see, let me know if you see any patterns I missed!

@suspiciousbluejay and any one else who wants to!

[riverstyxsarts]

listen no pressure but if someone from DC emailed you rn and was like, "give us your comic pitches" because they were offering you a job making whichever comics you wanted you just need to pitch it well what would your propose bc you said you have ideas and i'm curious and nosy and i'm tired of pretending i'm not microwaving the robins 24/7

Okay im sorry to admit that like half of these aren’t robin related and most of these would realistically not make great comics but these ideas appeal to me personally lol :)

FIRST ! my special favorite one i think about constantly would be a black label (so it can get frekay) anthology series about what the average day is like for a citizen in all the major dc cities like Gotham, star city, FAWCETT CITY (heavy on this), etc. is there a therapy group for joker victims? how is the average person effected by the costume culture? how do people with little to no power in the world feel about sharing a home with the people with the most power over like. everything. etc etc

2. captain marvel series :) i miss him dc let him come back you changed his name to shazam you can use him again please please please for the love of god. i know there was just one but i want ANOTHER! i want more of a focus on the magic side of his life instead of the super hero side! fawcett city as a place is so interesting to me. its so? wacky??? to me it feel like one of the only parts of dc that still has that shiny golden age feel which feels a little out of place in modern dc but in a . cool compelling way if you get what i mean. especially when you put more of a focus on the magic aspect

please god dc can you do magic again. dc has some of the best magic world stuff like ever but it feels like they never use any of it unless it’s about BATMAN!!!!! I DONT CARE ABOUT BATMAN (i do) I DONT CAREEE!!!!!

for the batman side of things i dont think its a necessary comic book run that i think could fix some of the issues 💔 i think perhaps its fundamental issues with

1) dc as a company and how it runs currently

2) not modernizing certain characters backgrounds making them read entirely differently in a modern context (im thinking specifically about tim here . i can elaborate if you want for my tim thoughts)

[stories-n-things]

Hello! Just want to say, thanks so much for sharing your fics (especially the TamaKyo ones, I really love them)....

If you don't mind me asking, what are your top 10 favorite media (can be books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series) and your top 7 favorite ships (can be canon or non-canon) ever from any media? Why do you love them all? Thanks if you want to answer....

I'm glad people are still enjoying them! It occurs to be sometimes how different fandom culture is now (but also how not different) whenever I go back and re-read my own stuff

Ranking my favourite media is too challenging (how can I compare my favourite book to my favourite anime?)

so my top 10 in no particular order are:

Vicious by VE Schwab

Thithe by Holly Black

She Who Became the Sun by Shelley Park-Chan (the Radiant Emperor series. Re-telling of the founding of the Ming Dynasty except Zhu Chongba is a woman. Very gay. You should read it.)

Emily Wilde's Encyclopedia of Faeries by Heather Fawcett

Hold Me Closer Necromancer by Lishe McBride

House MD

Superstore

The Good Place

Escape from the Bloodkeep from Dropout's Dimension 20 (Actual play dnd)

Ouran Highschool Host club

I could spend forever on why I like them but in general: I think they all hit a really good balance of good characters that I care about, humour, good execution and interesting emotional journeys

Favourite ships

(it amuses (and confuses) me that people feel like they have to specify whether a ship is canon or not. Back in my day *shakes fist at world* that was entirely irrelevant)

1) General Ouyang/Wang Baoxiang from The Radiant Emperor series

I have to put this first only because it has eaten up too much of my brain even though I have posted so little about it. Firstly: they would be so toxic. General Ouyang is an emotionally repressed eunuch trying to make his way up in the world/army so he can kill its leader (who is his best friend. Who he is in love with) so he can overthrow the government and avenge his family. Wang Baoxiang is an accounting nerd in a culture that doesn't value him being 100% correct and his brother is the General of Henan and Wang Baoxing is sexually attracted to women (despite everyone thinking he is gay because, cannonly, he is limp wristed, loves fashion, talking with a "lilt" and is a nerd) and greatly desires pleasing them but he does seduce and sleep with a guy (who he gets killed. On purpose, with the intention to kill him so he can take over the government) that he eventually cares for. They are each leading two separate rebellions/factions to overthrow the country. They have semi-cannonly fucked. Wang Baoxing did an impression of his brother's voice (who Ouyang is in love with. who Ouyang killed, who Wang Baoxiang helped Ouyang kill) while that happened. Wang Baoxiang did it purely so Ouyang would know that he was attracted to men(Ouyang is homophobic), so that Ouyang would know he could experience sexual pleasure (he thought, as a eunuch that he couldn't) so that from now on, Ouyang would be upset about it. He will know what he's missing. He will know what he wants and that he hates what he wants. Wang Baoxiang thinks this is a normal not gay reason to fuck a man. They have almost a sibling rivalry competing for Esen (Baoxiang's brother, Ouyang's best friend's) love. The sublimation of feelings, the emotional repression--the fact that Baoxiang is so jealous of Ouyan despite Ouyang having been a slave and having his entire family killed. "I could be a eunuch better," thinks Baoxiang, "I would know how to allow myself to be happy." And yet he also sides with Ouyang to help get his brother killed and then is haunted by visions of him. He makes a huge deal about being a #YuanDynastyFeminist #WomanCanHaveThoughts but then only really cares about the woman who he gets pregnant who could give him a child. Convinced everyone hates him because he's effeminate but then doesn't seek solidarity with anyone else who is. Except that's also Ouyang. Except Ouyang, who is a massive hater in all regards, a giant misogynist, has genuine sympathy for Baoxiang's inability to be a man (even though it infuriates Baoxiang because that's not the point!). They know each other too well. They don't know each other at all. Each of them is playing 5d chess but not with the other one except they they are. They hate being vulnerable. They are bad at being invulnerable. I just think their dynamic is fascinating and they should fuck about it. And, as an ace person, I rarely think a relationship would be improved by fucking about it (at least, improved in a way that dating or communication wouldn't). But they guys just have so much to unpack and what I like about Ouyang/Wang Baoxiang that Wang Baoxiang/Ayushiridara (the guy he actually fucks) doesn't have is that Ouyang and Baoxiang have history. They know each other. At some point it is hard to know someone so well and not love them even if you hate them, even if they stole your brother from you/even if are the brother of the man you love/need to kill.

2) Tamaki Suoh/Kyoya Ootori from Ouran High School Host Club

Classic repressed best friends to lovers for me. I am a sucker for emotional intimacy and especially emotional intimacy that you don't acknowledge because you are Repressing Your Feelings. I like that Tamaki is clever and able to see through Kyoya's bullshit which perfectly fulfills the "being understood without the vulnerability of asking" struggle. I've wrote enough fics on this that I hope people can tell what I like about this.

3) Eleanor Shellstrop/Tahani Al-Jamil from The Good Place

I like the banter. I like the "I've been flirting with you the whole time but I'm going to play it off as nothing" aspect of Eleanor (afraid of vulnerability, almost a theme 😉). I also like that of the main cast they are the two that are most likely to be assholes on purpose. Tahani knows that she can be passive aggressive and holier than thou, and I simply love when 2 assholes find love. And also when they're women. Finding an F/F ship I enjoy can be very challenging when you tend to like emotionally repressed assholes, but this one has two! Plus there is double potential for emotional obliviousness not just with regular repression but with comphet from Tahani where appearances mean so much to her, another internal barrier to her doing something that will make her happy!

4) Marius Pontmercy/Courfeyrac from Les Miserables by Victor Hugo

This is an odd one to rank so high, and is really carried by the fics I've read of this. You'd think I'd put it lower, right? I only got 80% of the way through the Brick, but it's enough to get to know Marius and there's something about "clueless well meaning guy and popular friend" that I enjoy.

5) Petra/Jane Villanueva from Jane the Virgin

Firstly: I love when messy love triangles end in the opposite ways. You both have the same baby daddy? That alone is almost enough for me to ship. PLUS cannon bi Petra on a journey of self discovery? And of course the classic: Petra is an emotionally repressed asshole who struggles to be vulnerable but is able to open up to Jane. And Jane could benefit from being a little firmer.

6) Jayce/Viktor from Arcane (but also I enjoy them from League of Legends-verse)

They were lab partners! This one I like because they connect as intellectual equals are are insane about each other. As a scientist, dating someone who gets it is such a dream like some people clock into work and you're like "no, okay, but what if I discovered this thing that no one did before but what if someone DID discover it and I need to read 12000449003 papers to be sure?" In League verse I like their bitter divorced "can't stand him" energy and is the only couple to which I immediately think of a song (get him back by Olivia Rodrigo) because it's fun to see two wacky guys who are also smart and unable to be normal about each other. In Arcane verse, I like them when they can't be normal about each other. The touching fluff is okay or whatever but I am a firm believer that Jayce is Weird (just better at hiding it) and prefer that kind of dramatic irony/convoluted plots with them.

7) Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan from Scum villain's self saving system

Liu Qingge? He's emotionally repressed. Shen Yuan? In gay denial. But also? They are best friends. (So hitting a lot of Classic Themes for me). But also Shen Yuan has transmigrated into the world of PIDW and the only character he gets to know as a person (never learned/saw them as character, doesn't have an idea of what they're like) is Liu Qingge. Whose life he saves. Also did I forget to mention that for Liu Qingge he thinks that Shen Yuan and he used to be enemies (back before Shen Yuan transmigrated and the original character was there) and so he's in an elaborate enemies to friends to lovers plot? Also, when Shen Yuan has his love fortune read the Madam describes his future husband (the male love interest who isn't Liu Qingge) but Liu Qingge obviously and clearly thinks this about him? The pinning. The denial! chef's kiss

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

oh, please ramble about all your titles! I always have the hardest time choosing titles and I want to compare my experiences

Bat-Swap: BATman and Billy BATson are put into a body swap scenario, it’s a fairly straightforward title to start me off with when I began writing and posting

Memories of a hero; Nightmares of a boy: (a fic I’m kinda debating scraping and redoing) Is duality named where the League is stuck seeing Captain Marvels memories as they work to wake him up, uncovering truths about him in what is a nightmare scenario to Billy as his identity is revealed bit by bit.

Preteen parenting; The marvelous misadventures of the world’s weirdest found family: Is taken from the naming conventions of Fawcett comics for the Marvel family’s adventures and characters epitaphs. “Earths mightiest mortal” “worlds wickedest scientist” “worlds worst actor” “the nicest guy on earth” being respectfully Captain Marvel, Sivana, an actor for a miscellaneous Fawcett story, and Sunny Sparkle. Hence, “Worlds weirdest found family”

In the next world (and this one too): is a reversal of the vow “In this world and the next” since the friendship begins in heaven between Jason and Kit who are stuck being resurrected and thrown back down to earth where they’ll eventually find and befriend the other again. They met in the next world, then this one

Don’t tell Batman!: Is a game of evasion to avoid having to tell Batman or any of his fellow birds and bats why Billy is in Gotham and why he needs Harleys help, the short of it being that Billy really doesn’t want Bruce to have a heart attack or freak out so he’s just trying to handle things himself with people he trusts, which just happens to include Harley since she is privy to the “Billy Batson = Captain Marvel” secret. So one of the more important goals is to simply “Not tell Batman”

[fancoloredglasses]

The Final Case of the Blue Beetle (You'll likely be as pissed as I am by the end), conclusion

[All images are owned by DC Comics. Please don’t sue me]

PREVIOUSLY ON...

Blue Beetle Ted Kord discovered someone siphoning funds from his accounts through WayneTech via something called O.M.A.C. He contacts his best friend Michael Carter (AKA Booster Gold) to help, but Michael is on his way to another get-rich-quick scheme. He contacts his friend, millionaire Maxwell Lord (who used to spearhead the Justice League) who brushes him off, as does Barman when Beetle tries to warn him about WayneTech's involvement.

Later, a warehouse containing the last bits from his former company was cleared out. Many heroes came to help investigate, but left annoyed at Beetle when they couldn't find anything.

After everyone left, Beetle was attacked by a gang known as the Madmen, but were driven off when Booster returned to help his friend.

That catches us up. Now, onto the conclusion! If you would like to read it, it’s available on Read Comics Online.

CHAPTER 3

In the present, Beetle continues down the rabbit hole of the computer’s files (why is he not just downloading the files to a flash drive and getting out? They’ve been commercially available for nearly a decade when this was published!)

Beetle traces financial records to find out who hired the Madmen to kill him. Booster offers to do it (after all, he’s used to technology 5 centuries more advanced than anything modern technology can offer) However…

Some sort of energy hits Ted’s house, targeting his computer (and Booster)!

Ted manages to get himself and Booster out. Fortunately, a neighbor calls 9-1-1 and paramedics arrive to treat Booster and take him to the hospital. Then Ted sees in the charred wreckage of his home…

…Dan Garrett’s scarab has suddenly activated. Ted decides a magic artifact, combined with what appears to be lightning, leads to Captain Marvel. Sadly, the entire Marvel family isn’t answering his calls (Oracle says they can disappear off the planet at times. I hope that’s the case and they’re not ghosting him)

Fortunately, the scarab seems to want to help, drawing Beetle to Fawcett City into the subway.

The “door” leads to the Rock of Eternity, home to the immortal wizard known as Shazam.

Unfortunately, Shazam is not interested in talking and refuses to say where the Marvels are (Then why did the Wizard let Beetle into the Rock in the first place?!), though he does mention that the lightning that struck Ted Kord’s house was not magical in nature before returning Beetle to Earth (without the Scarab)

CHAPTER 4

Back in the present, the rabbit hole gets deeper (seriously, Beetle…GET OUT!)

Back in the flashback (now at T-8 hours), Beetle is teleported back to the streets of Fawcett City and sulks his way back to his transport (the Bug) when…

OK, this is getting ridiculous!

The explosion is enough for the Justice League to take pity on Beetle and he’s transported to the Justice League’s watchtower to recover.

Wonder Woman asks about Beetle’s investigation. Beetle is shocked she heard about it (I’m not. She probably heard the Flash and Hawkman joking about it when they thought she wasn’t listening) He fills her in on the events of the past few days, including what happened to Booster (she hadn’t heard about that; I guess no one on the Watchtower thought that was funny)

That little pep talk is enough to lift Beetle’s spirits a bit.

Unfortunately, the Martian Manhunter is on hand to bring them back down. Beetle mopes his way to the teleporter and back to what’s left of his home. He then discovers something on his shattered goggles and rushes out.

Beetle shows Michael his shattered goggles, theorizing that Skeets was dismantled and a piece of him planted on Beetle by the Madmen. Michael is pissed and tries to jump out of bed to help Beetle track down whoever destroyed Skeets. However…

Obviously, that’s not going to happen. The Doctors put Michael back in his bed as Beetle leaves.

CHAPTER 5

As we approach the present, Beetle tracks Skeets’s signal to Belgium. He quietly infiltrates the fortress, avoiding detection (Batman would be proud if he wasn’t busy brushing him off)

That brings us to…

He then sees his file and opens it.

That update was a bit premature. Then he hears someone clapping behind him. He turns and sees…

Yes, the mastermind behind Blue Beetle’s fall from grace (not that he seemed to have that far to fall), is none other than his “friend”, Maxwell Lord.

Max tells Beetle to drop his gun.

[And you thought what I wrote about Max at the beginning of the review was just a Fun Fact, didn’t you?]

Max confides in Beetle that he knew Beetle would figure it out (well, him or Batman, but he was counting on Beetle). He reveals that he has control of an agency known as Checkmate (who masquerades as a US Intelligence agency, but actually has global reach) who intends to neutralize the world’s metahumans.

Suddenly, Max’s monitor goes blank as the computer’s hard drive erases.

Max sounds the alarm as Beetle attempts to flee the compound (I hope he made a copy of those files!)

With that command, the guard behind Max transforms into an eight foot tall cyborg known as an OMAC, who makes short work of Beetle, knocking him out.

Beetle wakes up in manacles as Max monologues that he was the one who put Booster in the hospital before giving Beetle one final chance to join his cause or die.

With that Max shoots Beetle in the head, ending the career of the second Blue Beetle.

ANALYSIS

As I said, Ted Kord was one of my favorites. Why? I have no clue. However, he was done dirty from the beginning. He was thrust into the big time by joining the Justice League. However, the fact that the title became a joke pretty much doomed Beetle (and Booster Gold, whose title was cancelled about the same time as Beetle’s) In fact the friendship between Beetle and Booster was pretty much the bright spot for the title.

In this story, the fact that not even Batman was willing to help (despite the fact that WayneTech was also compromised) and even Superman was brushing him off (not to mention that Martian Manhunter could’ve read his mind to see that the threat was real) really did a disservice to someone who nearly died as a member of the Justice League when Doomsday was rampaging across America.

Honestly, I wouldn’t have minded his death scene if it actually made a difference to the outcome. I mean, the entire story revolved around him and he dies with barely a blip on the overall radar.

No, Ted Kord died to make room for the next Blue Beetle (more on that in a bit) and that’s pretty much it.

AFTERMATH

Max makes good on his threat and gains control of Superman, causing him to wreak havoc across the globe. Wonder Woman ends the threat the only way she can…

…by killing Maxwell Lord.

Meanwhile, the scarab awakens, revealing itself to be not a magical artifact, but an alien intelligence that bonds to a youth named Jaime Reyes to form…

As for Ted Kord’s legacy? Well, it turns out that people think very highly of him now, like fellow former Justice League member Green Lantern Guy Gardner.

Too bad no one cared enough to give him that respect while he was alive!

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Funny idea a Fawcet entirely just being full of magical drugs and everybody just chilling I'm just imagining a spell here the Justice League get hit with a de-aging spelling Fawcet that are now just stuck in there convince know that he knows what he's doing tricks them to believe in that he has a form where he can turn into a kid and teaches them everything about Fawcet City like the police to get the best cereal with the most edible yummy drugs

And how to make soup and stuff from rainwater and a bag of magical drugs that he's like soup if you boil them right

The JL had gone to Fawcett as a surprise for Marvel. They all wanted to give him a special little gift. Though unfortunately, Cap had been caught up fighting an evil witch. So they stood to the side, in civvies, and waited. That was until a stray spell from the witch happened to hit them. Next thing they knew, all of them, excluding Marvel, were children.

Marvel: “It should wear off in about a day.”

Flash: “A day? We have places to be!”

Aquaman: “Are you sure you can’t do some magic and reverse us?”

Marvel: *little frown* “I’m sorry but I can’t.”

See, the thing is, Billy actually could. But he wanted to use it to his advantage. If he could get them to think that his Billy form is just a form he can take, then in the future if he ever gets detransformed, this could be a good excuse. Since all of them were children, he just let them back to his apartment and shazamed back to Billy. Here are a collection of wonderful instances of their time together:

Billy: “Here’s a favorite treat of mine.”*gets out some cereal and puts it in a bowl, with no milk mind you*

Flash: “No milk?”

Billy: “No?”

Flash: “You are a vile creature…”

Billy: “Am not! I just like eating it as chips!”

Flash: “Oh that’s less vile than I thought- Wait, but then what do you use tfor the milk when you want to actually eat it as cereal?”

Billy: “Water?”

Flash: “I take back my statement about you being less vile.”

Billy: “Shush. Go get a little plastic baggy of white powder from one of the cupboards.”

Flash: “Aye aye, Captain.” *salutes before zooming off and coming back with the little baggy* “This?”

Billy: “Yeah, thanks. This is my special ingredient. Just scatter a little bit over it-” *scatters it over like flour* “-mix it,-” *shakes the bowl so it mixes in* “-and voila!”

Flash: *leans over to look at it* “What is it? Powdered sugar?” *takes a piece of cereal and eats it*

Billy: “No, cocaine.”

Flash: *spits it out onto the floor* “Dude, what the fudge!”

Supes: *peaks his head into the room in concern*

Billy: “Aw cmon, Flash. What the buck, man?” *sounds disappointed and looking at the chewed up piece of cereal on his floor*

Flash: “What do you mean what the buck?! You just made me eat cocaine-laced cereal!”

Supes: “What?!”

Billy: “I didn’t make you eat it. You ate it before I could tell you what it was!”

Flash: “Only because literally no one would suspect that you lace your own cereal with a hardcore drug!”

or

Doctor: “Ah Billy! You have another sibling?” *looks at Bruce* “Golly, he looks just like Patrick Wayne’s boy.(Ref my posts mentioning how every Fawcitizen thinks Bruce is Thomas Wayne) And who are these other little friends of yours? Why’s that one green?”

Billy: “He’s a Martian. He can’t control his shape shifting stuff yet. Anyways, can I please get my usual dose doctor?”

Doctor: “Of course, let me just get that for you.” *leaves and comes back with a little baggy of meth*

Billy: “Is that methamphetamine?”

Doctor: “No, it’s magic methamphetamine! Blessed by some faeries.” *gives it to Billy*

Billy: “Thanks, Doc!” *sees him on the bag of meth* “You want some?”

Batman: “Mmm… Yes.”

MM: “Bruce?”

Batman: “I want to study it. What’s wrong with that?”

Then, Bruce, Billy, and J’onn got back to the apartment, Billy made them all some soup. Soup that was made with magical herbs. Herbs that had intense hallucinogenic properties to those who aren’t from Fawcett. So while Billy was feeling a mild euphoria due to the herbs, everyone else was flipping hallucinating.

Hawkgirl: *in a corner intently staring at her hands because she’s hallucinating hung waaaay to many fingers*

Flash: *running up and down walls chasing a hallucination*

WW: *hallucinating being a cowboy and running around with a piece of string trying to lasso GL

Billy: *sleeping peacefully in his bed*

They all passed out together in a kid sleep pile on top of Billy after all this.