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#The crossover you never expected
genericpuff · 4 months
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when were y'all gonna tell me about persephone, the poodle webkinz who runs a shop that's pretty much exclusively for rich people-
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i need to make it clear that the irony here is not lost on me LOL
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what's even better is the comment section which is a mixed bag of praise and "fuck you persephone for hating poor people" criticisms and again, thE IRONY SHOULD NOT BE LOST ON US HERE-
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this has literally nothing to do with LO and yet it makes me laugh so fucking hard to see a whole ass other niche and specific fandom embroiled in criticism regarding a pink depiction of persephone who they deem to be a snobby diva
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d-
do you think-
do you think this is what rachel's been referencing the whole time when she keeps having the male characters in LO brag about persephone's pedigree-
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downtowncannibal · 15 days
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I would put Billy in the Death Mask trap from Saw 2 btw
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themoonking · 6 months
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not to shit on decade old ffn fics but in being nostalgic i've noticed there are a lot of young justice x dcau crossovers from when yj seasons 1-2 were airing that seem like they were written by someone who has never seen a dcau show. like, they're explicitly said by the author to be the dcau. not just any generic justice league, but the dcau (sometimes even specifying around what episode / season!), but there's stuff that directly contradicts dcau canon.
like, the flash will be barry allen, despite the fact that in the dcau the flash is wally west. nine times out of ten, there's some kind of exchange about batman not having a robin and rejecting the idea that he would ever take on a protege, despite the fact that by the jl animated series, dcau batman has two robins and a batgirl. if zatanna is involved, the jl usually says that they don't know her / she doesn't exist, and sometimes this is even said by batman and its like.. bruce! yes you do know her!! you've known her for years!
like i love the concept, i wish there were more dcau x yj crossovers, especially with a s1 yj team (or a yj team a year or so after s1), but a lot of the ones that exist feel like the author watched all of young justice (at the time) but only like. season one of justice league.
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mannepl · 7 months
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Some time ago when Coffee Talk 2 came out, I absolutely loved the crossover of Coffee Talk and The Darkside Detective. It was so unexpected and so fun!
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princess-aziza · 2 months
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sonknuxadow · 10 months
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remember when people convinced themselves that sonic prime was gonna be a huge crossover of all of the sonic continuities and movie sonic was gonna be there and boom sonic was gonna be there and scourge the hedgehog was gonna be there and zonic the zone cop was gonna be there and the freedom fighters were gonna be there and every obscure sonic character was gonna make a comeback and there was also this obviously fake cast list on imdb that had ken penders as locke the echidna and people were spreading it around as if it was real . lmao
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omegasmileyface · 2 months
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im slowly becoming more certain that ive lived an aromantic or aspec experience but im starting to think my experience was VERY much not the norm for those
#i feel like ive rarely had romance pushed onto me. ive been flirted with for usually a day or a couple days which felt so bad but its#over quickly. there was no background pressure for a relationship. i was never grilled or pressured by my family#in school my best friend was a boy which got me some 'oh they must be dating' but (a) nobody gave a shit about me enough to push lol#and (b) you can only consistently have guy friends for so long in a small school before people just get used to it#i feel like dating in high school wasnt really a thing. and i could be wrong but if ir was a thing it was a thing the same as having your#own car and playing varsity sports and doing spirit week etc etc. that was a world so outside mine it genuinely felt like there was no#crossover. we were a gay friend group but we were HIGH SCHOOLERS in the middle of nowhere. we werent gay as in 'dating queerly' we were#gay as in 'queer expectations for future dating' which was a very aspec INCLUSIVE experience#its very likely that the only reason i didnt experience this constant overwhelming pressure to conform that i hear from other aros is just#because im not very observant of emotions. im an autistic outcast who only cared about dating as a concept not a reality yknow? you would#have probably had to say it directly to my face if you wanted me to think you thought i was supposed to be in a relationship#i was just chillin. i dunno. anyway all this is to say i fuckin love valentines day#its a family holiday to me :)
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bruhstation · 1 year
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HOOOOOLY SHIT
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plan-3-tmars · 1 year
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Arthur Lester 🤝 slowly losing themself as they lose parts of their body 🤝 Phos
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tmnt-obsessed-ace · 2 years
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Did you see the newest chapter of Stranger From The Mirror? Your fic got recommended!
WAIT WHAT? SERIOUSLY!!
I JUST CHECKED AND MY FIC ACTUALLY GOT RECOMMENDED TWICE?!??!?!??
I am so glad that I am currently home alone because the screech that just came from my god damn mouth had the dogs judging me
Holy Shit I can't believe this
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missmaywemeetagain · 1 year
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Phantom’s final performance—the audience wouldn’t leave for over 30 minutes post-show ❤️😭💔
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nostalgia-tblr · 2 years
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Another "weird old niche British TV thing nobody cares about" that I like is Sapphire & Steel, which I carefully watched in daylight hours in case it was too scary which despite the 70s effects it was and so I've never actually rewatched it even though I have on DVD over there. Like it probably wouldn't scare normal people but I'm still a bit freaked out re: "burn every photograph of yourself and never have another one taken" in case a man with NO FACE kills you via the magic of photography. (70s British TV seems to be effed up in its own special ways IDK why probably a cultural premonition of THATCHER (*spits*) I bet that's it yeah must be.)
Also the oddness where I shipped Sapphire and Steel (and Silver, because he just showed up with a lightbulb that time and I was like "Yep, he's had the both of them") right until the exact moment I realised I was probably meant/allowed to ship them, at which point I stopped. I wonder what that was about. But you know when the leads in something are a man and a woman and they're sort of vaguely heteroerotic at each other but it's well before they'd ever be allowed to have sex on television so you're fairly sure nothing will ever come of it? I'm into that sort of thing. But it's Joanna Lumley (AKA the only canonical Doctor Who) and she has Magic Time Powers that are never explained and... actually, fuck all is ever actually explained in Sapphire & Steel you just kind of have to go along with it and not wonder WTF all this elements and time travel stuff is about.
PJ Hammond would much later write a couple of Torchwood episodes, one of which I quite liked and neither of which were anywhere near as good as S&S and mostly it's just an odd fact like "oh that Edge of Darkness actor was in Jurassic Park isn't that peculiar?"
I should watch it again, I know it's all okay in the end now and... no, wait, it's not okay in the end, is it? It has that famous "WTF" ending where they're trapped in a motorway service station for all eternity or something. But if I watch it again that will reserve the "I never want to see this amazing piece of television ever ever again" title for Threads which is an amazing piece of television that I never want to see ever ever again. But then keeping cult British TV shows as one-time-ever things does preserve that pre-internet "you will have one chance to see this and it will never be repeated and people will tell you about it twenty years later and you will lament the fact that the BBC (etc) are too cheap to pay repeat fees especially for things shot in black and white" vibe. (Speaking of which doesn't it feel extra-awful that streaming services are starting to pull "yeah we had to burn our only copy of that because there was no room left in the archive" shit except they don't even have the excuse of "oh no there are episodes of Dr Who lying about in the corridors creating an obvious fire hazard"? But I digress.)
I have lost control of this post, sorry, it started out because I remembered that "why did I ship them until I thought I was allowed to?" thing and now look at it it has turned into a reckless waste of internet. But anyway yes Joanna Lumley and she can turn back time but only when it's not going to resolve the plot too easily. Also she may actually be a lump of rock, not sure how that was supposed to work and neither of those two are elements in the usual sense BUT ANYWAY.
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AGNES VAN RHIJN PLAYS FUCKING MRS DEVINE IN FANCY NANCY????????
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jinjeriffic · 2 months
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DPxDC and OOC
I've had a couple of posts cross my dash recently where people lament that a lot of the dpxdc fandom writes characters very OOC and how we're proliferating these characterizations among each other. I figured I'd add my own two cents.
I think the fundamental discrepancy comes from trying to reconcile two canons with vastly different tones.
Danny Phantom is a comedy superhero show operating on cartoon logic. Why do ghost experts Jack and Maddie never realize their own kid is a ghost? Why is the status quo restored at the end of every episode? Why does Danny shoot an ectoblast out of his butt that one time? Because it's funny. It's cartoony action fun where the plot is resolved in 22 minutes, there's never any lasting consequences and it's aimed at kids.
DC meanwhile wants to be taken Seriously. Heroes get beaten within an inch of their life, traumatized, killed and even the good guys do messed up things (often to each other). Yes there's action and puns, but also horrific violence, actions have consequences and it's (mostly) aimed at adults. When a main character dies the comics show their family and friends mourning and things are very dramatic. Even though at this point we, the audience can pretty much expect every death to be undone within 2-5 years of publishing, but I digress.
So how do we, the fanfic/fanart creators reconcile these differences when we make our crossovers? We either make DP more serious and somber, or we make DC more comedic.
Suddenly we have a DP verse where the Fentons' bumbling obliviousness is elevated to serious neglect or outright abuse. The GiW are no longer a minor annoyance, they are a serious threat with genocidal plans and a desire to vivisect the protagonist. When actions have consequences, we imagine Danny as dealing with serious PTSD from having to be a solo superhero and witnessing his family's death that one time (and maybe also getting vivisected). Danny is not just a teen superhero, he's now the Ghost King with serious responsibility on his shoulders.
On the flipside, if we make DC more comedic we tend to exaggerate character traits for comedic effect, focus more on the interpersonal dynamics (especially the Batfam) and have the characters act more casual and silly. Suddenly the Batfam goes from a group of seriously messed up individuals who have trouble communicating with each other and fight all the time to Batdad "Kids if you don't stop killing criminals you won't get dessert ffs" Bruce. Violence is played for laughs instead of taken seriously. Yeah they fight, but they still Love Each Other.
And THIS IS PERFECTLY FINE. It's transformative work! And trying to reconcile these disparate fandoms is hard! Fandom is a labor of love. We do it for free. We do it for our own entertainment. And no one is forcing you to read fics you don't like. DLDR and all that.
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every day i [conlang]
Zero Point shook out their sleeves and reconfigured from the palm up. Oil-slicked flesh flipped up to metal and smooth curves turned over into brick-square panels. Hmph. This would be one for the memoirs. The kkyribi at home would be begging him to explain how it even happened. For all Zero Point knew, though, it was just that they were like that. Cybertronians. What an odd set of creatures. But no odder than the va-kkyreittyr, really. And certainly no odder than Zero Point.
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noisilyscreechingsong · 10 months
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Eyes
Dp x Dc Crossover Writing Idea
“Red Robin!”
When he backtracked to find the owner of the voice he was a bit surprised to find a young boy, maybe eight years old if he had to guess, dressed in a red sweatshirt that dwarfed him and a pair of gym shorts that had seen better days.
Not many Gothamites called out to the vigilantes, a silent agreement to stay out of their way and not to look too closely. This kid however stared up at him with bright blue eyes unafraid of getting the Red Robin’s attention.
A fan?
Before he even opens his mouth, the kid gives him a small, hopeful smile, eyes shining with something that reminds him of himself when he was that age and following Batman and Robin with his camera around his tiny neck.
“I brought you a gift,” the boy say with nervous excitement. He enthusiastically swings off the backpack he had on to dig through the contents, taking his eyes off the vigilante and showing his unwavering trust that nothing bad would happen to him while Red Robin was here.
The boy pulls out what appears to be a jar wrapped in newspaper, the worn page ripping in some spots to show the clear glass underneath. Small hands present it like it’s Red Robin’s birthday (which it wasn’t).
He takes it cautiously, the kid hasn’t been hostile but this was still weird, and pulls it closer with enough space so if it’s a bomb it doesn’t blow up in his face.
It’s got weight to it and the slight sloshing tells him it’s filled with liquid. He carefully unwraps the ‘gift’, keeping his eye on the boy who stands waiting anxiously.
Tim almost drops the jar as soon as he sees what’s inside. Only his reflexes from over the years held on and his expression turned neutral.
A pair of eyes sit at the bottom of the jar. The orbs were crudely extracted, tissue floating around them like a mane of hair around a head.
He turns the jar to see the irises and… he knew these eyes. The slimy green is filmed with death, but he recognized these eyes from the number of times the owner locked them onto him, the cruel possessiveness they possessed when they gazed at him. Never again apparently.
Tim doesn’t speak for a while, not knowing what to say, but also thoughts racing too fast to form any proper sentences.
“Do you like it?” The small, nervous voice interrupts those thoughts.
What an innocent question on an equally innocent looking face.
“How did you get Ra’s Al Ghul’s eyes?”
The teasing chatter over the comms immediately hushes into shocked silence.
“I took them from his body, so you knew he was dead. I burned the rest so you don’t have to worry about him coming back again. The Pit there is gone anyway,” the child explains easily, not fazed in the slightest from the words he speaks.
“Grandfather is dead?” He hears Damian whisper over the comm.
So many other questions were flying through Tim’s head. He looks the kid over again.
Black hair and blue eyes. In any other situation the kid might have been a possible Wayne adoptee. He’s not a clone from what he can see though. Despite the coloring he doesn’t really look like any of them. Pale skin like Tim, but has freckles. The same kind of nose as Damian, but wide, round eyes. Jaw kind of like Jason, but his body shape is too narrow. Bright, almost icy blue eyes like Dick, but eyebrow shape is flatter. Lip shape like Bruce, but from the kid’s anxious lip biting he could see the faintest trace of dimples.
“Who are you?” He asks instead of the other million and one questions.
The boy blinks almost like he wasn’t expecting the question. He’s cheeks color pink with blush as he grins widely.
“I’m Danny!” He introduces cheerfully like he didn’t just hand a vigilante a jar of eyes.
“Hi, Danny,” Tim greets almost dumbly. “Want to tell me why you gave me this?”
Danny scoffs his shoe against the pavement in what appears to be embarrassment.
“Well, I know when you ask someone for something, it’s nice to give a gift or something. Like I did something nice for you so maybe you’ll do something nice for me?”
He takes a moment to absorb that child-like reasoning.
“So you want me to do something for you and you thought I would like Ra’s Al Ghul’s eyes in exchange?”
Danny studies him and fidgets with the large sweatshirt sleeve.
“I just thought you would like proof. Like the whole ‘bring me the heart of my enemy’ kind of thing. Do you not like it? I couldn’t just take a picture ‘cuz I didn’t have a camera with me, I know you like photography. I can do something else for you if it’s not enough,” he offers worriedly.
Tim freezes.
“How do you know I like photography?” He demands.
Danny tilts his head curiously.
“Because Tim Drake likes photography,” he says like it’s obvious, “and you’re Tim Drake.”
Well. This is less than ideal.
“Red Robin, take him back to the Cave,” Batman instructs over the comms.
Yeah, he was getting there.
“Do you know the other’s’ identities?”
Danny nods and hums affirmatively. Tim waits.
“Oh! Yea. Batman is Bruce Wayne. Robin is Damian Wayne. Red Hood is Jason Todd. Nightwing is Richard Grey-“
“Okay. That’s enough.”
Tim glances around the empty alley they were standing in, checking to make sure no stray people heard. Luckily they were truly alone.
“Danny, do you want to come back with me?” He asks, but it’s not really a question. The kid was coming back regardless, it would just be better if he went willingly.
Unsurprisingly, the kid lights up like a little sun at the offer.
“Really?” He nearly shouts in excitement.
“Yeah, kid. I parked my bike a few blocks from here. You ever rode a motorcycle before?”
Danny shakes his head, nearly bounding on his toes.
“Not in this lifetime.” And wasn’t that odd wording? “Are we gonna grapple there?”
“Think you can hold on?”
“Yeah!”
He kneels down so the boy can climb onto his back and lock his arms around his neck and hook his feet together around his torso. Danny is worryingly light as he stands.
The kid is the picture of an excited and overeager child as they carefully fly over rooftops and then drive back to the Cave. Even when they park inside the safety of the Batcave, Danny’s eyes are filled with child-like awe and wonder, so curious and chattering with questions and wild imagination. It would be cute, endearing even, if the jar of eyes wasn’t sitting heavily in his pocket.
Alfred came down not too long after their arrival with a tray of healthy snacks and some waters. Danny happily munches on the apple slices as he wanders around where Tim can see him.
The rumble of the Batmobile can be heard almost an hour later after Tim has to tell Danny not to touch the weapons for the fourth time. The kid’s attention is drawn to the sleek black vehicle as it parks by Tim’s bike. He trots over with wide eyes as the doors open and Robin exits, then Batman.
Unfortunately, Dick is in Bludhaven and Jason is visiting Roy and Lian this week. Cass and Steph were gone as well and Duke was sleeping. It was just the three of them and this kid with Alfred as the only buffer.
Danny stares openly, curious, as the duo makes their way over to the computer where Tim has claimed his sit.
Tim turns the jar that he set on the table so the eyes are facing them and slowly leans back again, suddenly very tired. Damian flexes his hands into fists tightly while Batman is very still.
“Hi,” Danny chirps like nothing is wrong, oblivious to the tension in the air.
Batman takes a measured breath. Robin glares down at the child, but remains silent for now.
“Who killed Ra’s Al Ghul?”
Danny blinks blankly.
“Nobody.”
“You’re saying he just dropped dead?” Damian sneered in sarcasm.
“Death took him,” the child says simply as if that explained everything.
“How?” The word is demanded and emphasized.
“Like Death takes everyone. His expiration was overdue.”
Bruce frowns and Damian almost snarls.
“I demand you start making sense!”
Danny glares back in offense.
“I’m being very clear! Maybe you should ask better questions!”
The twelve year old growls at the smaller child and Batman has to place a firm hand on his shoulder to keep him from attacking.
“Danny?” Batman questions after a tense moment.
The boy’s arms are crossed in irritation, but he blinks out of his glare to stare up at the man.
“Yea?”
“How do you know our identities?”
“Oh, memories.”
Danny looked like everything he said made sense and it was driving Tim up a wall.
“Memories,” Bruce repeats.
“Uh-huh,” Danny nods confidently. “From the Lazarus Pit.”
A jolt goes through Tim as he recalls what the boy said earlier about the Pit.
“Didn’t you say the Pit was gone?” He asks before Bruce could continue his line of questioning.
Danny turns with a bright smile as if he was proud Tim remembered.
“Yea! Well, gone from this world anyway.” Tim was concerned. “I took the memories from it before sending it back where it belongs.”
“Okay. How did you know how to ‘take the memories’ and send it back? Back where?”
“I was born from it. Duh. It went back to the Realms or I guess you’d call it the Afterlife,” Danny actually rolls his eyes as if they should already know this.
“Born from it?” Damian asks with a wavering voice, hidden well from the child but not from them. “Nothing has ever been born from the Pits.”
“That you know of.”
And wasn’t that the kicker.
“So, to clarify, you come from the Pits. You know who we are because you took the memories from said Pits. Death took Ra’s because his time was up. And you took the eyes from his corpse to give to me because you thought I would like it as a gift so I would do something for you.”
Danny positively beams.
“This is why you’re my favorite!”
Damian grinds his teeth harshly.
“What is it you want Red Robin to do for you?” Batman asks in strangled hesitation.
“Oh!” Danny perks up like he remembered and hops over to Tim with pleading hands. “Can you please make me an identity? You’re really good at all that stuff and I was hoping you could find me a family. Someone to adopt me. A nice family, with a bed and family dinners and a dog. I always wanted a dog.”
Tim has the sudden urge to scream.
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