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[dcslash]

Tonight's episode of Tatort Münster is titled 'Der Fluch Der Mumie'. This is an excellent introduction to the fandom, as it features a strong ensemble cast. Everybody takes part. Thiel's father, Herbie, finds a Mummy. Boerne's assistant, Silke, is dealing with her pen pal and love interest being released from jail and being the prime suspect in their current case. Nadeshda, Thiel's assistant, is trying to keep the peace, and Klemm, the Prosecutor, is being her bossy self.

[slashmommy]

I'd been trying to think of a good pairing for Fairytale and decided on Spock/McCoy. I did this as one of my premiering vids at DC-Slash Con 2024.

[deviouz]

bruce wayne who likes to sit you on his thigh, bare cunt pressed against the hard muscle, and slowly drag your hips back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. sometimes he’ll tie your hands behind your back, usually with an expensive feeling tie once he’s stripped it off after a long day of schmoozing with gotham’s elites at a gala. he’ll tell you to be silent, threaten to leave you all desperate and needy even if you’re at the cusp of an orgasm if you so much as make a peep. he likes to hold your hips still and deny you orgasm after orgasm when he’s feeling particularly mean; not even puppy eyes and whiny pleas will appease his vengeance.

[vechter]

i think when u look at dick grayson being adequately well-adjusted after his parents death… u have to consider that it’s always in comparison to bruce wayne… guy who famously lives in his dead parents house & is surrounded by people who had real and authentic relationships with them… like ofc dickie g comes across as someone who’s relatively over it when his baseline is bruce “keeps martha wayne’s pearls preserved” wayne

[lurukifennecfox]

The spirit of Amity Park and Lady Gotham

Amity was a strong spirit. stronger than any city her size or age had any right to be, but she was, and she was going to make it matter.

Gotham was old, she was strong but sick and cursed so she couldn't do much but make her shadows that much darker, enough to be unseen, make her sounds that much louder enough to be unheard, guide the debris or a stray bullet a little to the left so that it would only graze not kill. even sick and hurt she was stubborn and she would make it matter.

Amity was younger than Gotham, most were, but Gotham was impressed with her. just like her Protector Amity was way too strong and way too young and very ambitious and protective of Hers.

they had that in common, Gotham was protective, Possesive. Her people were hers and hers only if they weren't Amity's first she couldn't take them, she would.

Amity was like her people, she was adaptive, sceptical but friendly, hard to gain trust from but loyal if you did. Amity was like her Protectors, she was determined and protective, she was fun but serious.

Gotham was like her people, she was a survivor, untrusting and brash, stubborn but flexible. Gotham was like her Bats, she was curious but secretive, protective to the point of possesivnes, calculated but quippy.

Amity was young and her form reflected that, she looked like a pre-teen like most her Protectors, her wheat blonde hair in star clipped twin-tails, a replica of the Ops Centre for a hat, eyes bright green and glowing freckles dusting her cheeks. her clothes were bright like her houses, always having funny accents and accessories and teared holes, her nails were painted but always chipped.

her laughter was loud with explosions and honking of cars and her voice was chipper and cracking.

Gotham was mature and so was her form, her hair black, iridescent and dripping like an oil spill, her face sickly pale(or ashen) and eyes solid yellow with bat shaped pupils (they were blood red before, just like her lips are) she is always dressed in black, blending with her shadows, clothes elegant but ripped and dirty, bloody pearls on her neck, black claws dripping oil like her hair, breath fogging with smog.

her laughter had clanking of weapons and banging of shots, her voice was raspy and strangled.

Amity looked up to Gotham, her determination and stubborn persistence to protect Hers, her funny quips and sarcastic comments.

They weren't too far by city spirit standards, they were on the same continent after all. And Amity could be that much farther, that much closer, just on the other side of the veil. Amity was in the Realms once, she knew the way back.

[nemoredraw]

We’ve all been waiting for this moment—the moment to create a Batman x Joker.

Just a reminder that these are only designs from my DC Alternative Universe.

[wolfbearingroses]

I honestly do have a lot of respect for James Gunn not forcing the Reeves Batman universe to become part of the DCU.

It's really nice to see a studio head just let someone with a vision go off and create something great rather than tie it in with the story and style of the other films like the MCU does. And actually getting an experienced Batman with Robin in Brave and the Bold sounds great alongside the inexperienced, loner interpretation too.

The idea of a superhero film franchise that prioritises individual stories rather than building some grand continuity heavy event is exactly what I want more than ever.

But at the same time...

Until anything about Brave and the Bold gets revealled I'm just going to pretend these two exist in the same world together. Because just look at this. Everything about that Superman trailer made me think about how perfect a foil and other half for Battinson he'd be. So many people are thinking it, and it's for a good reason. It's two different types of hope for a better world and that's amazing.

[yayoineko]

Little doodle of Batjokes from my little sketchbook. Joker trying to play with Batman.

Batman slaps Joker's knee away, "Stop that!" >///<;;

[beeqisch]

idea by @thief-of-eggs idk if thats what u imagined but ahaha first thing that came to my mind tho (while i was in the middle of drawing this one of my friends said "tim cloning kon" and i died a little bit)

[aingeal98]

"Cass would hate Jason." Yep, sure makes sense. At his peak they would have been bitter enemies. Even now when he's not killing, his existence hits enough of her emotional sore spots that I could see her disliking him.

"Cass would hate Talia." I'm blowing up this entire website and everyone's phones.

[arietisart]

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[dcslash]

This year, DC-Slash Con will be held: July 25-27

You can register now at bit.ly/DCS_Reg2025!

The early registration rate of $5 is available until May 10th!

Want to suggest a panel? Or maybe you just want to see what's been suggested so far? You can now do both at www.dcslash.org/dc-slash-con/programming

[slashmommy]

So this weekend at DC-Slash Con, I'll be moderating a panel about fan cons and I'd love to have some input from people. It isn't a long form, I'm not collecting names or emails. This isn't being published, I just want to have some data to reference. I am specifically doing this to find out why people go or don't go to fan cons at the level that they did in the past. Please answer and reblog. Thanks!

[devine-fem]

“two men can’t be friends without people making it gay” oh they can because guess what? THEY ARE and me shipping them in my tiny little corner of the internet will never change that, you silly little tumblr people.

[glow-worms-are-believers]

Pas de deux

Sam didn’t consider herself to be a liar. After all, you didn’t need to lie if nobody asked you about stuff. At least that was how she had justified keeping her family’s wealth from Danny and Tucker, and also why she hadn’t told them upfront about her playing Doom.

It was also why she’d never told them she did ballet. 

To be clear, she wasn’t embarrassed about it. Ballet was fucking hardcore, and anyone that had anything to say about it could try pointe shoes. She just didn’t think they’d be interested. So, really, there was no point in bringing it up.

Ballet had been the only respectable hobby her parents had tried to interest her in that had stuck. However, Sam had agreed to do ballet only if she didn’t have to be in a class. Hence a private instructor. Camille was a former professional ballerina and was a very good teacher who seemed to enjoy having only one student. She liked Sam’s dedication and determination to get things right. The one thing Sam knew Camille disliked about the arrangement was that Sam having no partners to practice with meant she couldn’t do pas de deux or lifts.

And as any self-respecting former ballerina, Camille had trouble accepting such a badly-rounded set of skills. And she was a very dedicated woman when it was about her students success. It was a trait that had helped many of her students get into prestigious ballet schools and that now left Sam a few states over at a ballet convention about to dance for the first time around other people since she was six.

Sam was feeling so calm about it too.

The man in front clapped twice to get their attention "Hello to all, my name is Juraj." He said before gesturing to the room. "Everyone find a spot, we’ll be starting with a barre work.’

As Sam walked up to one of the barre in the back of the room, she started feeling more and more out of place. What if she sucked compared to these people? She’d never really had the chance to compare her skills so she had no idea if she was actually any good. And that was without mentioning that she didn’t know how to do any lifts, which was embarrassing for someone who’d been doing this for over a decade. 

This was definitively a mistake, and she should never ever let Camille convince her to do anything ever.

Just as she was considering making a run for it, a girl walked by her and broke her out of her thoughts. 

The girl was a bit taller than Sam, and very muscular. She had short black hair and seemed to walk with a unique grace, even amongst ballerinas. They made eye contact and Sam froze a bit under the intense stare. However, she quickly shook herself and looked around, but it seemed like the two of them were the only ones by themselves, as people had already separated into groups. Sam looked back to the girl and felt a sense of kinship, if only because she also clearly knew no one here. 

So, Sam offered the girl a small smile. After a second, when the girl only blinked in response, she started feeling foolish.

But then, the girl’s lips stretched up and mirrored Sam’s expression perfectly. Sam looked at her curiously, tilting her head, and the girl’s face shifted to match hers, her head matching Sam’s tilt. 

Unbidden, a giggle escaped Sam at the sight. The girl halted her copying to study the sound. 

Sam raised a hand to stifle the laughter before she spoke up.

"I’m Sam," she said. "It’s nice to meet you."

The girl’s eyes narrowed in concentration.

"Nice," she finally repeated.

Sam smiled again. 

Maybe this would be more fun than she’d thought.

[arcade-confetti]

I've been reading comics with Jason Todd.