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nehetari-of-szarekhan · 1 year

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Hello, I’ve have question regarding the anatomical differences between a necrontyr and a human. How similar are the two species internally? If I remember correctly in a previous post you mentioned that a necrontyrs possesses additional olfactory receptors beneath their eyes. How many other organs or features does a necrontyr possesses that a human does not?

The anatomical differences between Nehetari and Peter Turbo would be pretty drastic due to Mr. Turbo being a primarch, a gene-forged Demi-god, and thus would be filled with all kinds of weird gobbledygook organs of functions unknown.

Hello, this is the Mun here:

Necrontyr internals are not as different from a human's as you may think (almost startlingly similar). They were warm-blooded creatures that produced milk to feed offspring that they gave birth to live. They had a mouth and digestive tract similar to humans, a complete circulatory system, a hormone-based reproductive system, an advanced nervous system centered around a brain, a calcium based skeletal structure... ...you get the idea.

However, this is where the similarities start to divert. As you know, their homeworld was what the modern day Imperium would have classified as a Death World. Like if Catachan, Krieg, and Baal all got together and had an even more radiation blasted, moistureless baby. Much of the Necrontyr anatomy was shaped by their homeworld and the fauna (and scarce flora) that inhabited it.

For example - Necrontyr blood contains a natural antifreeze and temperature-regulating compound that prevents them from freezing to death, even in sub-zero desert nights (they sort of half-freeze then thaw out in the morning). It also helps prevent overheating during the day. This is essential because they do not have sweat glands (water is too precious); instead of sweating they pant sort of like dogs do on Earth, or if it's really hot they can go into a low-activity state where their body slows down to produce less heat.

Another survival trait of the Necrontyr is in their vocal folds: they are capable of a much broader range of sound production than humans. Nehetari herself can mimick just about any sound she hears, from the sound of a bolter report to the tiny, near-inaudible sounds that come from the waves of energy traveling through deep space. It is believed this evolved during the ancient days of their race, when being able to mimick the sound of an oncoming rockslide or a bigger, angrier sand strider was one of the only things that could save you from becoming something's meal.

On the topic of meals, the Necrontyr digestive system is designed to process large amounts of meat and fat quickly. This, paired with their naturally razor-sharp teeth, seem to suggest that the ancestors of the Necrontyr were originally carnivores, which slowly turned omnivorous over time. Meat was more plentiful than edible plant life on their homeworld (lots and lots of insects). The reason why Nehetari hates sweet food is partly caused by this naturally low-carb diet - the Necrontyr body can quickly become overwhelmed when too much sugar enters their bloodstream, as they cannot regulate it properly.

And lastly (for now at least): it's not an internal trait per-se, but it's not an apparent one either. Necrontyr feet can grip almost was well as their hands do, but what's more, they actually change their shape instinctively (or intentionally, if they so chose) depending on what surface they're standing on. From the top, and when standing on a hard, flat surface, the Necrontyr foot looks almost identical to a human's save for stubby claws instead nails. However, from the bottom, Necrontyr feet look almost like that of a gecko. Those many folds can shift, unfold, and re-arrange themselves. When standing on a soft and unsteady surface like sand, the sole of the foot spreads out and becomes more flexible, making movement easier and more stable. When standing on a rocky or uneven surface, they grip it with their toes, and the folds form a sort of dry-adhesion bond to the surface, allowing them to better cling on. They can't walk up 90-degree or perfectly flat surfaces, but they are absolutely stellar climbers. (It was a good thing Necrontyr got so used to being on flat surfaces as they became more advanced. Else, they would have spent the first thousand years or so as Necrons constantly falling off shit. The pads did not accompany them into their metal bodies).

I have many other headcanons for Necrontyr specific biology, but these are my favorites so far.

#Nehetari #Necrontyr #necrons #necrontyr headcanons #oc shenanigans #none of this is canon #i just think it's fun #necrontyr biology #i love their little flexi-foot pads

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atlantahammy · 16 days

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Taken

Trigger warning for: Blood, Murder, Guns, mentions of organs, etc.

Astra was scared, she had no idea how she ended up in this situation, caught by a crazy alien worshiping cult that wanted her blood, organs, and body for some ritual that she could only mentally describe as 'whack-ass'

Thrown in a holding cell with no windows, vents, or even light, only that coming from the small slit on the door.

Her component pouch was snatched from her to prevent her from casting anything that would aid in her escape.

With Cameras likely watching her, so she couldn't pull anything from her bag of holding without it alerting them to her lie that it was a simple bag, enchanted to get ingredients preserved.

At that thought she quickly huddled into a corner and used her cape to hide her form the best she could, she was facing a corner, her cape hood pulled up, her back facing the door and the rest of the cell, it dropped in the rest of the fabric of the cape.

It didn't obscure her movements, but it was enough to hide what she was doing. This place likely had Wi-Fi phone, and radio signals blocked, which sure, made sense, but did they have magic signal blockers that even without all those, allowed her to stay connected to the internet?

Probably not, because they were not as terminally online as she was.

She quickly turned her phone's screen light down and silenced it, and snapped a picture of herself, thankfully she never had the flash on to begin with.

Next she went to her discord app, and found the room she and the Hamato's were in and quickly typed, not worrying to much of typos and autocorrect, only that the message got crossed:

--Turtle Tank-V.I.P Chat🟥🟦🟪🟧🟨🟩🏒-- Voidwalker (Astra): I hate to sound alarmist, but IDK WHERE THE FUCK I AM AT! ITS DARK, COLD, THERE NO WINDOWS OR VENTS, AND A FUCKING ALIEN CULT THAT WANTS MY BLOOD AND ORGANS??? OH AND THEY TOOK MY FUCKING SPELL COMPONENTS, SEND HELP PLZ. FlavourTown (Mikey): Rayray! ohmigosh We were so worried, we saw them take you and we couldn't follow! ;^; RedAngel (Raph): How do you have working wifi?! that and they didn't take ya phone?! NeonLeon: Lets not worry about that right now and focus on tracking her down, which I'm sure Donnie's on right now.. Astra do not let them know you have your phone! Voidwalker: NO SHIT. Voidwalker: Sorry caps lock. Bootyyyshaker9000: Completely within reason, but, good to know, and worry not Leo, I am already tracking her location, Astra, don't worry we're coming, and please, do inform them if a single hair is out of place on you, I will personally, re-arrange every one of their atoms.

Astra breathed a sigh of relief, one chat was on their way.. but she went and copied and pasted her message into another chat, one with her hometown team in it.

She couldn't help but think about how she was a admin there, and thought quickly, copying the invite link and slapping it into the turtle-tank to let the Hamato's join in coordinating this rescue effort, despite the fear of them not getting along, she knew how Inferno and Drakus could get.. Still, seeing her friends talking helped calmed her nerves.

At the sound of noise, she quickly socked her phone away back into her bag of holding to ensure it wouldn't be confiscated.

She didn't need it out, and it wouldn't mess with Donnie tracking her, as it wasn't what he was tracking, but the subdermal tracker Donnie had on her, and she'd improved with her magic for her and his family..

She just now needed to survive till the groups got there to help her. ----

Some hours later, the groups were sneaking outside the compound in which Astra was being held, Donnie antsy to get in there and get her out, Devi, Astra's father, was ready to storm the place like a wrecking ball, the only thing keeping him from doing so was the fact Wolf was keeping the small wizard under his arm like a sack of potatoes... That and holding him partially like a bomb.

The last to arrive to the party was Mata, Astra's sword teacher, the strawberry-blond, nine-tailed Kitsune, but he was not in his normal kimono outfit, which took Leo by surprise the most.

In fact he wasn't in his normal fluffy, fox yokai form at all, this was a tall, young, willowy man with dark skin, and tattoo's on his shoulders.. Dressed down in black in what was clearly ninja gear, but.. Something was off and Leo knew it, as his eyes darted over the man it became clear why.

Mata wasn't just dressed like a ninja, it clicked with Leo that Mata, was in fact a ninja, but not any kind, he was a full-blown Shinobi, an assassin...

"Raph still thinks this is to many people." Raph grumbled as he looked at the people there, the group was large, more chances at them getting caught, but Leo clearly had a plan.

Leo tsked as he looked over at the defensive wall and at the cameras and guards, there were far more people and security here then he'd expected.

"Donnie, you got the cameras?" Leo whispered to his twin, who gave an affirmative nod as he worked to disable any and all alarms.

"Good, now we just need to deal with the guards--" "Don't worry, I have that covered."

Mata told Leonardo grimly, and before the blue turtle could protest, the fox was gone in the blink of an eye.

A series of cracks and gurgles caught his attention as he looked to the wall where two guards below now lay slumped and unmoving.

Wolf, the werehusky-wolf cringed. "Ohh.. thats gonna hurt when they wake up." He commented as if he was watching a sporting event.

It did ease Leo's nerves about Mata likely murdering them without hesitation.

He then spotted movement above as Mata was quickly paralyzing the guards with a series of hand movements to their backs before knocking them out.. But one unlucky guard, saw him as his partner slumped to the ground in front of him.

This caused Mata's red eyes to widen in surprise but quickly he lunged to paralyze the guard, only for him to move out of the way, and strike Mata harshly in the center of his back with the butt of his gun.

Mata hissed out in pain, but quickly recovered, despite his back now screaming at him to stop moving. He needed to keep this guy from sounding the alarm.

The guard went to run, pulling out his radio, but Mata was quicker on the draw, using a Kunai to break the device in one swift shot.

The guard panicked, dropped the device, and focused on running, only to be out-run by Mata, who was now in front of him, ready to try and knock the man out, only for him to dodge and slide under Mata's arm.

Mata cursed under his breath and moved swiftly to catch up and then stated harshly, in a low tone.

"You don't want to do this," he warned.

Mata's warning was met by a middle finger, and the drawing of a gun, that would surely alert the whole base.

Mata had the decision to make now, and it was one he didn't take likely, blow their cover and try to disarm the man, and let him get a shot off? or ensure silence and their plan..

Astra's life was at stake, as where there's if caught, so the life of one.. for the lives of many who this man threatened.

Without hesitation and a swift movement, Mata drew one of his dual blades and aimed for the neck as he lunged at the guard taking aim at him.

Sadly for him, Mata was faster, with a sickening thud and smattering of blood, the man lay motionless on the ground, in a puddle of blood.

Mata let out a disappointed huff, he did not want to do that, and his hand was forced. He looked to where the group was, and raised his bloody sword hand with a thumbs up and a smile with his eyes, as his mouth and nose were hidden by his mask.

"... Remind me not to get on that guy's bad side." Leo cringed in equal parts amazement and horror.

#rottmnt #rottmnt oc #rottmnt original character #drabble #writting #my writing #oc x canon #Astraea #Mata #none of this is canon #...yet

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antisocialxconstruct · 11 months

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If you name your i-dogs something badass maybe you can rehabilitate your image... For now, I'll go with🐰

LOL these are my i-dogs Killer, Malice, Diesel, and Whiskey.

Unfortunately the i-cat's name is Jingles.

#ask #anon #none of this is canon #the only dog that a name has kinda stuck to in my head so far is the blue one and it's literally just Bluedog for some reason

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meganebabekiri · 8 months

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is sleep token shit posting a thing?

cause I am sure like everyone else, I drew the super surface level parallels between Cthulu and Sleep.

But I took this a step further cause I have a Cthulu rip off character, named Cathy Lu, and now I just wanna draw her doting on vessel?

in any case, i need peoples to just talk to me about sleep token and cathy. that is all

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anovainspace · 1 year

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(ft. hellbent @astrokal )

something kal drew before and i made it into a meme hehe :]

#delivery!#xxx!frisk #xxx!sans #hellbent!sans #none of this is canon #fun doodles

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boyrobottz · 9 months

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tupperbox shenanigans

#shitpost #animals and chaos #none of this is canon #tupperbox

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artfromthevoid · 2 years

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Style swap 🤘🤠

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winnie-the-monster · 2 years

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I'm done... I'm done I'm so far beyond done.. they really decide it to play ping pong with Landon coming in and out of limbo. Had Landon tell Hope that it's her fate to live and his fate to help people move on.

To then find out that the reason the ferry man brought him back to limbo is bc that damn deal him, Alaric and Ted made with the Jini changed and what now his soul is forever stuck there or some B.S thing that's close to that I can't remember bc my mind really black out at that point. Bc of course Landon has to be the only one screwed over by that deal(and of course the only reaction Landon has to this is him having slightly annoyed face 😡😡😡). Are they really trying to tell me his soul is stuck in limbo forever.

They truly love punishing Landon for no reason at all don't they????? They really can't let this man know a moments peace. Not in life, not death. He just has to suffer no matter what.

Like who's in charge of Landons storyline this season?? Bc I think I need to have a little "talk" with them.

#legacies 4x17 #im so done i have no words anymore #landon kirby #never in my life have a seen a character get treated as badly as landon #just WHY???#you know what no one talk to me #none of this is canon

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chaotic-tired-bastard · 2 years

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Matter Master Info!

Matter Masters/Mistresses and Walter Workers, while both work for the Walters and always have been, are different occupations.

Walter Workers are many and are all-purpose workers. They are assigned to multiple areas of work, regardless of whether they have a specialty or not, unless they are designated leaders of a specific type of work or they’re just so good at one specific area that it would be considered a mistake for them to be reassigned. They know the basics of Blue Matter and how it works, but unless they are approved by a Walter or the head of the family, they can’t know much more. They are also treated as regular employees and can choose to either stay at Walter Manor or live at their own homes, and their salaries are not too bad.

Matter Masters/Mistresses are entirely different. They are required to know how Blue Matter works and the insides and outs of the robots. They are also almost always assigned to the robots or some project to do with Blue Matter and rarely are allowed to be assigned to some other project. They live in Walter Manor and usually stick with the company for life, regardless of whether they are working or not. The inner knowledge of Blue Matter getting out there absolutely can’t be risked. They receive some pay, but it’s more like an allowance.

Matter Masters/Mistresses also work closely with Blue Matter in different ways. Whereas Joseph is a more reserved Matter Master, studying Blue Matter as safely as possible and exposing himself to as little radiation as possible, there have been other Matter Masters/Mistresses that have acted differently. For instance, a Matter Mistress known only as Matter Mistress B worked so close with Blue Matter that she was hospitalised multiple times due to radiation poisoning. It was said that her skin was so pale that you could see the veins right through it and her hair glowed blue in dim light. She was also one of the most important Matter Mistresses and her research paved the way to some extremely crucial discoveries in regards to Blue Portals and their effect on those who travel to different dimensions with them. (All in all, she was extremely cool and badass.)

Matter Masters/Mistresses can also sometimes develop certain abilities. For example, Joseph can feel radiation from Blue Matter and can use this to determine if there’s any leaks in anything that contains Blue Matter. Aforementioned Matter Mistress B could reportedly phase through things at will and had more strength than the average human. Some other Matter Masters/Mistresses were reported to be able to pass into different dimensions with their own Blue Portals and see different types of radiation.

Both Matter Masters/Mistresses and Walter Workers are required to report for bi-annual physical checkups, both by normal doctors and some select Walter Workers who know a bit more about Blue Matter than others do. Excessive Blue Matter exposure can seriously mess up cognitive reasoning and bring back things that had healed/been taken care of; allergies can redevelop after being gone for years and people can have trauma thrown back in their face after years of therapy and be back at square one. Not to mention the regular radiation poisoning symptoms, as well as coughing up blood, which could sometimes be turned blue.

#spg #screams from the pit #Walter Workers #steam powered giraffe #Just a Biggggggggggggggg explanation #If you asked *What's a Matter Master/Mistress?* then YOU'RE IN LUCK #I've finally explained it #all of this is headcanon though #none of this is canon

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swan2swan · 1 year

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rifftrax Episode VII is on and Daisy and Harrison can’t even bring me joy

#what a miserable end to the franchise #none of this is canon

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wolfasketch · 2 years

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Sonic 3 Fan Cast

Me and my sister were talking and we started discussing who would play potentail future characters if movies keep getting made after Sonic 3. Shadow, Amy, Rouge and Blaze's voice actors were chosen by me while my sister thought of Silver and Cream's.

Shadow: Tom Hiddleston

Amy: Dove Cameron

Rouge: Zendaya

Blaze: Letitia White

Silver: Neal Patrick Harris

Cream: Sofia Carson

I'd love to hear everyone else's thoughts on who they'd want to hear as future Sonic characters

#Sonic 3 #Shadow the Hedgehog #Amy the Hedgehog #Rouge the Bat #Blaze the Cat #Silver the Hedgehog #Cream the Rabbit #Fan Casting #None of this is canon

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hailsatanacab · 4 months

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Family Dinners - dpxdc

"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.

The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.

"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.

"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.

"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."

Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.

Ancients, that's so weird!

The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.

Wait. Family dinners?

He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.

"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.

"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.

From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.

"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"

"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"

"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."

"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."

The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.

Come on, Danny, recover!

"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."

"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?

"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."

"Costume? What do you mean?"

Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.

"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!

"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.

"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.

His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.

"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.

Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"

"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"

"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."

"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.

It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.

It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.

Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.

"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."

Once again, the whole table falls into silence.

"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"

"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"

"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."

Danny's grin freezes in place.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."

"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"

Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.

"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.

"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."

An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.

"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.

"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."

"What did happen?"

"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."

"How long in the future was it?"

"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.

Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"

"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."

"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."

"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"

"What?"

"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."

Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.

"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.

"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."

"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"

"Damian, stop—"

"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."

"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."

"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.

"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."

"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."

"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."

"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #batpham #hailsatanacrab🦀🦀writes #look. this has been in my mind for so long guys so long - and idk if its canon that the batfam have codes for time travel situations or what #but i feel like ive seen it before and if its not canon it should be #so here - how i think that would be funny to go down #i have so many thoughts about TUE and its place in a dpxdc crossover like holy shit there's so many ways it can go!!#i have another wip in the works thats kinda similar to this but with superman and i cannot wait to work on it again #there are so many ways i wanted this to go but i just couldnt get there - i wanted to keep it on the shorter side but like #perhaps ill have to expand #i just love the idea that like. theres a stranger at your table who knows you and knows you well. who knows the secret that youd die to keep #there's a stranger at your table and he says something and you know he's family. you know you're strangers but now...#now you have to be something more #oh man theres so many juicy ways it can go and I KNOW I DID NONE OF THEM #i want to write this whole plot again and make it angstier #(me with everything)#anyway! sorry love you all hope you enjoy it!!

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