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trashmakerarticle · 6 months

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Okay but before the justice league met the rest of the batfam I have a scenario

At one point one of the justice league, prolly Superman catches a ride with Batman for whatever reason and Superman being the goofy man he is, is getting awkward at the quiet notices a cd saying “the bat jams” and so he puts in the disc making a joke about Batman listening to heavy metal before B could even stop.

Superman isn’t sure what he expected but the blaring lyrics or barbie world is certainly not it, he looks over to B with shock written all over his face but Batman will not tell about the fact that the kids had contributed to make that cd for him as a joke, he will not risk the knowledge of his family getting out there, will not risk more potential danger to come there way, and honestly didn’t want to deal with the questions.

And so all he simply says is “mm good song”

Superman is FROZEN, he feels like he discovered a new layer of Batman but he still can’t believe that he owns a disc that’s called ‘the bat jams’ and has barbie world on it, he simply can’t process the information that has just been given to him.

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wyvernquill · 8 months

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Finally some more Dreamling Anastasia AU!

(Obligatory link to the masterpost with all the other posts in this AU - it's also pinned at the top of my blog!)

So, it's been... a while... but I've recently finally got some motivation to write a bit more of this. Apologies to everyone really looking forward to the finale/resolution - I've decided to go all the way back to the start of the story, instead. I hope you'll enjoy it nonetheless!

(Tag list: @10moonymhrivertam @martybaker @globglobglobglobob @anonymoustitans @sunshines-fabulous-legs @dreamsofapiratelife @malice-kingdom - since it's been a, uh, really long time, please let me know if you're no longer interested in this AU/fandom and don't want to be tagged anymore, I won't mind! On the other hand, if someone else would like to be tagged in future updates, please let me know!)

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“Sister… it’s me.”

The man on the dilapidated theatre’s stage shrugs a heavy, moth-eaten velvet coat off his narrow shoulders. It crumples into a dark semi-circle around him, releasing a dramatic cloud of dust.

“Dream… of the Endless~”

“Ah. Hm.” A somewhat fussy older gentleman in the empty space usually reserved for the audience adjusts the small circular glasses on his nose, grimacing in a polite and distinctly English way - which he has, once, after first coming to this realm and taking this form, spent hours practising in the mirror - while checking a long list in front of him. “Mr… Carter, was it…?”

“Oh, please.” The man on stage flicks back his white-streaked bangs. “Call me Hal.”

“Yes. Of course, Mr. Hal.” The gentleman purses his lips. “That was… not, er. Not terrible, I suppose. And we’re pleased to note that you appear to have… brought your own cloak.”

“Don’t get used to it. Zelda and Chantal only let me borrow it for the audition.”

“Well, it is a lovely cloak. Only, ah, while Dream of the Endless was known to have quite striking eyes, I do think that, perhaps a little less eyeliner…”

“I could tone it down, I suppose, but I really think the performance would lose something without the makeup.” Hal sighs melodramatically. “I can sing and dance too, if you need it for your… what is this audition for, actually? Play? Music hall show? Ooo, one of those moving pictures?”

“Er.” The gentleman fidgets with his cane, grass-green eyes flickering around the empty theatre. “Well-”

“Thank you, Hal.” The younger man beside him interrupts with a winning smile that only barely covers the boredom and frustration lining a rather ruggedly handsome face. “We’ll let you know.”

“Hm.” Hal, clearly enough of an old hand in the acting business to know a polite “you’re not getting the role, piss off” when he hears one, frowns, and bends down to gather up the borrowed cloak, stalking off towards stage exit right with his head held high, not deigning either of the two men with even one more look.

“...I really do not think this will work, young Robert.” The older man mutters, decisively striking through Hal Carter’s name on his list. It is the last. “None of them look even remotely like him. And the voice-”

“I know, Gil. I know.” The younger man, Hob - only Gilbert is proper and precise enough to call him Robert - rubs at his temples, as if to stave off a headache. “They never manage to get the voice right, do they.”

“Ah, if it were only that…” Gilbert sighs, setting the list down. His eyes are soft and unfocused, seeing far into a past that has long since been razed to the ground. “His Lordship, he… he had a certain air about him, you understand. An otherworldly strangeness. He was the dream-maker, and dream-made, and to look at him was to gaze upon infinity.”

A soft scoff.

“Even if we claim that he has been greatly reduced by being turned into a meagre human - no offence, dear friend - as long as he does not have some spark of endlessness about him, nobody who has ever met him would fall for the ruse. And we are attempting to con his family. I simply cannot see any viable path to success.”

Hob does not respond, for a moment, picking up one of the flyers on their table.

It reads:

SEEKING Actor, slender, pale, tall, dark-haired, in the 20-40 age range to play the role of Dream of the Endless (method actors preferred). Generous pay and further benefits await. Auditions each weekday at 6pm at the Old Whickber Street Theatre, Soho. Ask for Hob and Gil.

“We’ll find him.” Hob insists. “The perfect pretender. He’s out there, I just know it.”

“We are not the first fools who have attempted a, a caper of this sort.” Gil points out, almost gently. “None of the others ever succeeded.”

“Yes. Well. None of the others managed to find and correctly identify the late Dream’s own pouch of genuine dream-sand on sale at the black market.” Hob shoots back, gesturing at the cord just barely peeking out from under Gil’s collar. (They’ve decided it would be safer if Hob comes into contact with the sand as little as possible, and Gilbert has taken to carrying it as closely to his heart as he can manage.) “It’s hard evidence, Gil, it’s a sign, it’s our chance - and it might just be enough. The trick with a good con is really making it look like you’re giving the mark exactly what they desperately want… and there’s nothing in the world Death of the Endless wants more than to have her brother back.”

(She wants it so desperately, in fact, that she’s offering immortality to any sentient being who manages to procure Dream for her.

And, well.

There’s nothing in the world Hob wants more than to live forever…)

“Your word in- or, well, kept out of Destiny’s ears, young friend.” Gil sighs, collecting his lists and notes and the remaining flyers, tucking them into his coat and reaching for his cane. “In the meantime, how about we go down to the public house and have a bit of a snifter to wash away the memories of all those atrocious performances, eh, my lad?”

“Best idea you had all day, Gil.” Hob grins, clapping a hand on Gilbert’s shoulder. “Are you buying?”

Gilbert raises one grey brow. “At the risk of provoking a joke regarding my non-human status: in your dreams, Robert.”

Hob laughs; and, together, they step out into the winter night, old snow crunching under their shoes and new flakes beginning to drift, gradually, down from the sky.

It has been a decade since the end of the Endless’ reign.

Ten years since humanity tore Destiny’s book from his hands and burned it.

Ten years since Destruction abandoned his siblings, hiding away in his own, separate exile.

Ten years since Despair’s first aspect was killed, and another took her place.

Ten years since Delight went mad with grief and became Delirium…

And ten years since Dream of the Endless was captured, bound, turned human, and killed.

People still whisper about it. Still speculate, trade gossip and hearsay back and forth. Some insist that the Dream King yet lives, hidden away, turned human, just biding his time, waiting for an opportunity to return to his siblings.

It’s a lovely legend, Hob supposes. A fitting end and non-end, for the Lord of Stories, to live on in one… but that’s all it is. A pretty tale, which will breathe new life into a myth only for as long as it’s being told. It isn’t true…

…but now, ten years later, Hob and Gil will damn well make it so.

Ten years is also, coincidentally, all that a man a few streets down from the old theatre can remember of his life.

Ten years since he was found, naked and emaciated and bleeding, in a ditch next to some countryside road in East Sussex.

Ten years of fighting his way through a life in poverty, with no family, no friends, no-one to care for him, except perhaps the birds.

Ten years of strange and haunting dreams, blurred faces calling out to him with names he can never remember later but knows are his; ten years of waking every morning with tears on his face and a longing for someplace - and someones - he wishes he could remember; ten years of a woman’s voice begging him night after night to come home to her, to them.

Ten years of being much too busy starving and freezing and barely surviving to spare even a single thought to the dying legends of the Endless.

This man turns his face up to the sky, snowflakes catching in his dark hair and on his coat like stars glinting in the night; and he shivers, his breath clouding mist-white in the air, curling thin arms around a narrow torso.

(For a moment, just a moment, his eyes glow dark and infinite, a mirror to the night sky and the endless universe beyond.)

And then, he ducks his head down into his scarf, shivers again, and continues on through the snow.

Ten hard years have taught this man better than to waste his time standing about and daydreaming.

#WyWrites #dreamling #the sandman #anastasia dreamling au #it's been 84 years......#i've got a rough draft of a scene or two after this too #endlessly busy with uni of course #and getting back into Good Omens my old love #but i've been feeling like dabbling with this au again lately so why not #and i just HAD to give you Hal doing the iconic coat drop scene #he would have been iconic as drag Dream of the Endless just saying #Hob and Gil are missing out #and the first glimpse of Murphy... I can see it in my mind's eye so clearly #him looking up at the sky with the stars in his eyes and the snow in his hair #and Death forever calling out to him in her sleep #gosh have i missed this au #can't guarantee too much more #but a few more bits are definitely in the works!

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natjennie · 3 months

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okay??? I'm gonna cry???????

#also why did kom call me naruto #sorry i didnt save you hal i need you to die to get the blueprints or whatever to calibrate the shields at the beginning #surely you understand #and i have to do a run where i pick delusions.#and a run where i get eaten by that faceless or w/e. embrace infinity #aaaand what else.#oh ew i have to befriend vace #which i have a lot of autism feelings about ask me about it if you want.#iwatex #i was a teenage exocolonist

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fighterjetfucker3000 · 2 months

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Swordsmachine try not to be beautiful challenge (FAILED!!!)

I wanted to try to work on a drawing that focused more on his wires with a soft, warm color palette and shading and of course he turned out pretty again. i am cursed to always accidentally make him hot. but. that's not really a curse if you ask me :3

anyway.... boy why you so wires???

#hal’s art #ultrakill #swordsmachine #he's my beautiful wife your honor #he killed that guy but he's too pretty to go to jail you can't do this to him #hal try not to make a post where you talk about your feelings about swordsmachine (failed)#the reason why his head is so long and tall is because there's more places to kiss him on the face :3 #it's canon hakita told me so #i love you swordsmachine.......

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themyscirah · 9 months

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This is how this went right?

Parallax!Hal: I miss being a hero... wish I had my ring back

Kyle: oh well you can have mine then! That way you can have a second chance : )

Parallax!Hal: YES!!! A SECOND CHANCE TO PLAY GOD AND RESHAPE THE WORLD AS I WILL IT MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Kyle, now ringless: .................huh. im gonna be honest here I really didn't see that coming

#KYLE OH MY GOD #losing my mind at this actually WHY DID YOU DO THAT #kyle falling prey to hal's manipulation tactics (old man tears)#i cant tell i think this is supposed to be a tense emotional moment? maybe? BUT ITS JUST SO FUNNY IM SORRY #just wow #im honestly very split on this emotionally #because while i AM laughing part of me is like KYLE WHY DID YOU DO THAT YOU IDIOT meanwhile the other half is just like kyle.... <33333 that #was actually very sweet of you (ignores the 🐘 of kyles lack of belief in himself as a hero)#vs my thoughts about hal like THE FACT THAT THAT ACTUALLY WORKED. okay girlboss you really manipulated your way out of that one ahfisusish #versus like ollie did just shoot him.... maybe he was being genuine... he seemed genuine in many parts #anyways i think the answer is very much both for all of the above #like hal was telling the truth and he was hiding his intentions from kyle and trying to prey on him to get the ring #AND kyle was being naive when he gave the ring to hal but he was also showing his good heart by trying to help PLUS was very much in his #'denial of the call' phase of his hero's journey and dealing with issues surrounding having the ring #anywaysssss #kyle rayner #hal jordan #lanterns #green lantern #parallax #dc comics #blah #swishy liveblogs

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lightningflvsh · 2 years

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they’re supposed to be doing homework but hal is very loudly playing a game on his laptop and then complaining when he loses. clark is somehow tuning this out but bruce is in fact 5 seconds away from throwing the laptop out the window and/or whacking hal in the head with it

[open for better quality :p]

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ivebeenghosting · 2 years

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hal jordan: despite being "at a loss for words" batman continued to yell at me for the next 45 minutes until clark physically removed him from the room

hal:...yeah he wants me carnally

barry:......I worry about you sometimes.

#batman #green lantern #batlantern #incorrect quotes #bruce wayne #hal jordan #hal: you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid #bruce: no i dont i really dont why do u keep saying that #lowkey fav batlantern dynamic is hal being like this dude is obsessed with me and bruce being like i literally forget he exists if hes not #in my direct line of sight

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jasontoddenthusiastt · 1 year

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Thanks to this post on Reddit, I realized when one (1) unreliable narrator Jason Peter Todd was born. Is it any surprise that it was when he died :)))))))))

Your whole life??? I can count on one hand the number of times you got angry. Right now you’re hoping Sheila will make it to Heaven after she got you killed,

And you still consider her your mom. You lived and died an angel.

You had no clue what was going to happen. You were a child who never should have been left alone by his parent.

You and me both, Boston.

Deadman: Dead Again issue #2

#I can see now this blog is just documenting my descent into madness #by issue 5 Jason Hal and the others are set free and it’s confirmed later in green arrow v3 issue 7 that Jason made it to Heaven #as far as I know Jason and Deadman only have a total of 3 interactions (2 technically since Gotham county line was Bruce’s hallucination)#but they absolutely should have more #jason todd #robin jason #boston brand #deadman #dc #comic panels #my post #there’s that popular theory that the clothes you die in become your ghost outfit #but in my mind Jason’s ghost is dressed as robin because it gave him magic and it truly made him so happy to be able to help/save people #because I like being miserable and going insane #it also fits with what he was doing in green arrow (just a tiny baby boy happily swinging around Heaven going ‘wahoo!’)#the world didn’t deserve Jason Todd but he came back anyway #in regards to the last few posts abt batkids and anger #this here is also why I think comparing anyone to Jason is holding the other to an impossible standard

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gretahayes · 1 year

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look at baby hal...moments before disaster

#my rambles #'why are you reading hal jordan comics before you finish yj/read bat comics/the reading order you gave yourself' shut up i do what i want.#blame cas #rus reads hal jordan comics #hal jordan #comic panel

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flashdoesahundredyarddash · 7 months

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there's something depressing about barry dying hal goes all traumatic shit w/o him, and the fact that it's implied that hal wouldn't turn to parallax if barry's still around makes things sadder

I still cry about it to this day

I feel that every time I'm reminded of this, I spiral with Hal always saying how he has nothing to lose when really in moments like these he loses everything, and the reaction to it is insane.

This makes me want to bring up a lot of topics about death, losing someone who is loved personally, and what grief does to someone. How it is portrayed here... How Hal handles death throughout his whole life, depending on who passes is a whole different story. And that he could be an extremely sacrificial person who would do anything for the people he loved even if it meant something he was at both his lowest points and one of the most vulnerable points of his life. (This goes for both Barry and Hal. They do anything...ANYTHING...for the people they love.) We even had the time Barry turned into Parallax partially from the parasite, and just gleaming to Hal about the biggest fear is losing someone he loves which is so backhanded to Hal...let me tell you...

(hashtag pulling up cassiegirlwonders saying that Barry is one of Hal's strongest connections to humanity. THAT sticks in my mind.) How much Hal had the idea of saving Barry when he saved Ollie too? What dangerous possibilities would be pulled after Barry's death for Hal should be covered more...

#user cessmaga you have done it again #i get so moved and emotional about parallax hal and the coverage of death #specifically barry #their bond is so special to me and dear to me #nobody (dc...) quiet ever gets how much they mean to each other even if it was like a best friend way....#their relationship is so strong that i need to talk about it more...#their views on each other...#the way they feel about one another #and most of all the way they try to pull each other to the top and away from trauma #hal jordan #barry allen #speedster ramble #speedster inbox time? woah?#halbarry #THIS IS MAKING ME THINKKKKK #(this is making me think about the comparison of anakin skywalker to hal jordan in emerald twilight chat..)#(and the rambling i was doing with friends...)#THIS HURTS ME SO MUCH #I HATE THEM (affectionately....i mean this with much love...why are they like this....just let them be happy)

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