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Officially 15! 🥳 Much joy. Have this scheduled for 12 am so I'm probably gonna be asleep by then LOL

Huevember - Orange!

Where Have you Been?

This is inspired by this post.

Billy was having a rough day. Scratch that. A rough couple of months. Recently, he’s been… losing himself? He doesn’t know how to put it into words. It’s just that more he’s Marvel, the more he forgets about being Billy. In all honesty, it’s scaring him. What’s even worse is that, no matter what others think, he isn’t in control anymore, and Billy knows it. One moment, he’ll just be Billy Batson and then the next he’ll be Marvel with no recollection of even saying the word. Billy truly wished he hadn’t noticed the gaps in his memory getting bigger.

Speaking of memory gaps, Billy had a pretty big one to fill considering all he did was go to bed, and was then greeted with the misfortune of waking up on a random beach with the lower half of his body slightly wet from the tide. All he knows is that he’s not near Fawcett, let alone Iowa, because last he checked, it was a landlocked state. So, he got up, and decided to go find out where he was.

Billy: *wandering around while shaking any sand off himself, eventually spotting a flag* “Oh! I’m in… I still have no idea.”

Glasses Lady: *approaches him* “Por que você não está na escola?” (Translation: Why aren’t you in school?)

Billy: *frog blinks* “Huh?”

Billy was… pretty sure that was Spanish. So he’s probably still on earth. Maybe. After a little bit of back-and-forth, the Glasses Lady finally realized he couldn’t understand what Billy was only half sure was Spanish. In the end, she just started taking him around to find somebody who could speak English.

Glasses Lady: “¿Você fala inglês? Acho que este é o filho de um turista.” (Translation: Do you speak English? I think this is a tourist's son.)

Old Granny: “Não. Pobre garoto.” *leans down to pinch his cheek* (Translation: “No. Poor boy.)

Billy: *confused as to why this random old lady is pinching his cheek*

Eventually, after a while, they did find somebody who could speak English.

Billy: “Do you know where I am, miss?”

College Student: “You’re in Brazil.”

Billy: “Brazil??” *sounds super concerned* “Isn’t that in South America? I think?”

College Student: “It is. How did you even get here? Are you on vacation?”

Billy: “No? I just woke up here.” *wondering how he’s gonna explain this to Rosa*

College Student: “What?” *also now concerned because she thinks this child might’ve been a victim of trafficking*

Billy: “Uhm… you have like a map that you can show me?”

College Student: “I don’t think a map will help you, bud.”

Billy: *shrugs* “Theres always the chance it could, miss.”

College Student: “I guess?” *pulls up google maps*

Billy: *zooms out so he can just see the countries* “Oh okay. So not that far away.”

College Student: “You’re plenty far away what are you talking about? Also, why’re you sandy?” *wipes off some sand her phone*

Billy: *ignores both questions* “Do you know which way is north?”

College Student: “Uh… it should be that way.” *points in the direction*

Billy: “Oh thank you!” * is about to runoff, but looks back at the Glasses Lady* “And gracias?” *looks to the College Student* “That how you say it right?”

College Student: “No, that’s Spanish.” *shakes head* “It’s supposed to be obrigado.” (Translation: Thank you.)

Billy: “Oh, obrigado!” *definitely butchered the pronunciation and runs off to he north*

College Student: “Wait, come back!”

As soon as Billy was out of sight, he shazamed and flew in the direction she pointed in. Now, the boy wouldn’t admit this, but he actually flew slower than normal. He didn’t wanna think about the future confrontation with Rosa, not to mention his other family members. Was he prolonging the inevitable? Yes. Did he feel guilty? Also, yes. Did that mean he was gonna speed up though? …No.

Billy was just passing over Mexico when his JL comm started going off like crazy.

Marvel: *answers his comm*

Batman: “Marvel. Watchtower. Now.”

Marvel: “Huh? Why did I do something wrong?”

Batman: “You went AWOL for three weeks, and then the first sign we find that you’re alive is a video of you partying at a Mardi Gras parade in Brazil. I really wonder what you did wrong.”

Billy was straight speechless for a solid minute. Three weeks? Three weeks? The memory gap was way bigger than he thought.

Marvel: *trying to find words* “I- I’m gonna be honest I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He honestly felt like crying. Genuine, ugly, crying. Because now he knows it’s gotten to a point where he can’t shrug this off anymore. He could do one day. He could do two days. He’s even gone a week before. But three weeks? That’s nearly a month and he doesn’t remember anything. Billy was now being forced to acknowledged how big of a problem this was.

By now, he had stopped, still floating in mid air.

Batman: “Is that you confirming you were too intoxicated to reach out to us or-”

Marvel: “Mr. Batman Sir, I really can’t talk right now.” *can feel himself starting to hyperventilate* “I’ll come by later. I promise.”

Batman: “No, not later. Immediately. We all want a word with you.”

Marvel: *grimaces* “I’m sorry. I just really can’t right now. I’m really sorry.” *hangs up*

Billy just started hyperventilating after that. His chest felt tight, his world felt like it was one the brink of crashing down. He needed to go see the wizard. He needed help. The wizard could definitely help. So, he went to the rock.

Wizard: *sounds solemn* “I’m sorry, Billy.”

That was literally all the old man told him before he started talking about how the gods were starting to exert more of their influence on him. And he basically had no say, say in some of the things he would start to do from now on. Just when Billy’s life couldn’t get harder. Please, Gods, give him a break.

Brainrot

Captain Marvel is the designated den mother of most, if not all, younger heroes.

He's also seen by the younger heroes as a father or brother figure.

It just makes sense they would be a influence on one another, right?

...Well, now you have a man who everyone is pretty sure is an ancient, immortal being and that regularly says very old, 1940s slang exclaiming: “Let him cook”, and teenagers going “Dude, we need to take a powder!*”

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While on a mission, Marvel was talking about some random stuff to pass the time — as they all had to wait for the perfect opportunity to strike, and that won't be for a while.

Jr: “Marvel, you're yapping.”

Marvel, stopping mid setence: “No i'm not. Stop the cap.”

Jr, a bit offended at being called a liar in front of the Justice League: “I'm being for real! You were!”

The YJ is trying to contain their laughter, since they are on a much more visible hiding spot, meanwhile the JL is just plain out confused at this. Is this some other old timey slang? What are they saying?

Wally, whispering and snickering to his comm: “Wow Jr? Calling Cap a liar? Boy scout cap?? Negative aura points.”

Jr, gasping: “YOU DID NOT-”

(He gets tackled by one of their targets, as he was distracted)

Mary, who saw that Freddy quickly got the target apprehended, and checked to be sure no other targets were alerted: “Second L in under four minutes, i think that's a new record.”

Jr, jokingly as he gets back up: “Once we're back, you three are cooked.”

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* → To get away quickly.

Freddy and Kyle

i think they would be friends.

Comics

Y'know how in the old comics, the 'Cap is a Comic book character' AU is basically canon?

Ok, so. Imagine that in Fawcett, Toonforce is an actual and reacurring thing. And outside of it's universe, it's not. Meanwhile Gothamites and others would pick up Fawcett comics and be like 'Oh wow, that would never happen!' when a character runs a mile in the air before looking down and actually falling, Fawcitizens will pick up a DC book, look at all the real physics and the like, and go 'Huh. That's weird. Why did they fall down immediatly?'

Bonus points if mythical creatures are extremely rare in the DC universe to the point people don't think they exist, meanwhile in Fawcett's universe it's so commonplace to see a unicorn, dragon, griffin or talking animal that they find it curious that on the DC comics they read, there are never any of the creatures present in Fawcett, like, at all. What do you mean there's no talking Tigers with suits walking around? In Fawcett, everyone knows at least one talking animal! (Mostly Tawny)

Also, how would the 'Hero from a literal comic book' go? Would the comics be banned from any viewing to keep secret identities? Since, well, if Lex knew Billy's identity from the comic someone gave to him, what stops the public at large to also know? Would the League let Billy in, on the accounts he's overpowered due to his cartoonish antics? Would they know his identity at all? I mean, he could be just a really good cosplayer. It's a good identity cover!

Imo it would be also very fun to play around the idea of 'Oh yeah, this is our resident Dimension traveller, we keep up with him through the comic books.'

And if they knew, how funny would it be for an ACTUAL comic book character being in your superhero team? Imagine some villain knocks Cap down, for sure that he's done for, only to look behind them and find Cap being all like 'Sheesh! I'm glad i'm not that guy!' and the hole were Marvel once laid in, very injured, is now nowhere to be seen!

Interviewer: “So, are the rumors true? You have a new mysterious League member?”

Superman: “Yes! His name's Captain Marvel, and he was the one to help us out on the latest major villain attack, as some of us were off-world.”

Interviewer: “..Captain Marvel? Isn't that the name of that one comic book character?”

Superman, smiling sheepishly: “Well, Captain Marvel sure is a common superhero name, is it not?”

theres too many pokemon games where you play as a kid whos full of life and full of potential. there needs to be a pokemon game where you play as a college dropout who lives in a shitty apartment

Ten People I'd Like To Get To Know Better

(OG post by @/ off-brand-halloween-ghost)

Tagged By: @im-not-buying-it-ether

Last Song: Harpy Hare by Yaelokre

Favorite Color: Blue!!

Last Book: Jurassic Park by Michael Crinchton

Last Movie: Venom: The Last Dance

Last TV Show: Young Justice (shhh i'm new to the fandom)

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Sweet!

Relationship Status: Single and happy :)

Last Thing I Googled: "Galarian Rapidash Pokedex entry”

Current Obsession: Billy Batson/Shazam and Matt Murdock/Daredevil

Looking Forward To: Pokémon Legends Z-A and Daredevil Born Again

Tagging: @shrugsinchinese , @feebisart , @wonderjanga , @lavena , @billybatsonmylove , @kenandeliza , @aroace-madness , @wxth3r1ngflxw3r , @puppetwoman17 , @leesbian42

The cities are alive

By now, it's a pretty common fact that the cities — yes, cities are in fact, alive.

They can project a body in their territory, thus showing their presence.

Lady Gotham is a dark mistress. Her wings are black like the fog that covers her whole city — as black as Gotham's night. Her long dress, even though seemingly soft and elegant in first glance, won't ever sway, not even in the harshest winter winds Gotham offers.

Even though she wears a blindfold, she sees all, is all. She sees beyond the surface of what eyes can see; knowing full well the pain and suffering every single Gotham citizen goes through, and bears that burden.

Her whole body seems to be made of pure, dark energy. Some accounts of eye witnesses say that if Lady Gotham wished so, she could easily blend into the shadows, as if she was never there. Ever watching over her people, even though unseen.

Legends say that if you ever feel like you're being watched even though there's nobody there, it's a sign Lady Gotham's spirit has her sights on you.

The person who have her favor, the ones she sees herself the most in, are her royal knights, who fight to keep her city and her people safe, every night.

Metropolis' spirit was very different, in many ways.

Metropolis was sunny and hopeful — a truly carefree soul.

Metropolis was the city that showed himself the most, simply enjoying being able to watch as the civillians go about their day, making the city burst with life.

Metropolis thrives on the energy of its people — that is reflected on the bright, sunny days with no clouds in sight, where the skyline gleams.

Of course, Metropolis' chosen is Superman, the most bright symbol of hope there is. Inspired by him, Metropolis even decided to encorporate a cape in their astral projection, said cape that shines like the sun and gleams like the sky no matter the time.

Everyone knows a city's spirit has at least something in common with their chosen.

Metropolis is the most boyscout city spirit out there. More often than not, the spirit can be found watching the sunrise, flying over the clouds, enjoying the freedom, or simply swinging his legs on a building, looking at everyone down below. The feeling of hope, of a chance of a better tomorrow — that is what Metropolis is looking for. And Superman has more than enough of that.

Even though Lady Gotham is cloaked in shadows, she doesn't wilt, she thrives— Just like her chosen, the Gotham Bats.

No one questions these things, they all make sense, don't they? The dark Lady has her dark Knights, the sunny city and the boyscout...

So imagine the faces of the League members when they find out through casual conversation that Fawcett is an actual child.

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Green Lantern: “I know i shouldn't be talking about someone being childish, but the spirit that chose him is literally a child.”

Wonder Woman: “Are you certain that is the reason that the spirit chose to reflect a child's body? For his.. mentality?”

Green Lantern: “Yeah, pretty much. I mean, do you know any other reason that Fawcett could have chosen that form?”

Zatanna, who sometimes goes to Fawcett's magical market: “You all know that Fawcett's magical, right? What's more magical than a child's imagination?”

Flash: “If the spirit wanted to reflect something of Marvel's, why choose the mentality? The lightning bolt is right there!”

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“Uno!” a child made of yellow energy exclaims, grinning devilishly.

Freddy gasps, holding a single card in his hand — having played the second to last one just seconds before. “Oh you did NOT just do that.”

Fawcett giggles like a goblin, watching as Freddy glares at them, pointedly making eye contact as he starts buying cards.

“Well, if you had been just a little faster..” Billy says, playing a reversal card. Freddy looks once at his new cards, then proceeds to sigh in frustration, buying even more cards while glaring murderously at the Champion.

“Batson, if i were you, i'd sleep with one eye open tonight.”

Billy can't contain his giggles anymore and bursts out laughing, Fawcett following suit.

Guys how much aura points did i lose for shiny hunting while trying to gather inspiration to write

Sapphic and Ace here :)

I'm trying to prove to my friend that being LGBTQ+ isn't smth rare and there's a lot of us but some of us are still closeted

INTERACT IF UR LGBTQ+

LET'S SHOW OTHERS THAT THEY AREN'T ALONE

Allies interact too!

Haven't you ever spent days on a fic chapter only to look at it when finished and go “Wow this actually kinda sucks tbh i should rewrite it” only for it to happen again

Since the booping has returned, reblog if it's okay to spam you with boops!

I wanna be polite and not spam random people without permission , ,

Reblog if your blog is boopable-safe so you can get all the (probably new) achievements. I don’t care about notes I just want boops

“Dick’s Robin is ___!” “Jason’s Batgirl is ___!” “Cass’ Robin is ___!” “Steph’s Batgirl is ___!” “Tim’s Robin is ___!” “Duke’s Batgirl is ___!”

No no no, I don’t care about any of that, who is YOUR Batgirl? Who is YOUR Robin? Who will always be Batgirl and/or Robin in your eyes?

Look for anything (or anyone) that could be familiar

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Ace Week is upon us again, which means it's time for me to share some more silly little critters with you all! (If you like, you can also say hello to their friends from 2021, 2022 and 2023.) ✨Go and be as amazing as always, aces✨

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.

I have the sudden urge to write an actual whole fic about that Cap x Pokémon AU i wrote about

Already writing chapter 1 and had to rewrite it 3 times so far. Joy!

I keep trying to write stories without knowing the ending 😭 how am I supposed to figure it out?? The stories come to me in visions and now your asking me to just make stuff up? Arghhh

Why do i suddenly get inspiration to write at 2 AM

Brain™ i am supposed to be asleep r u kidding me rn

The what ifs

Captain paused, as they touched the ground of the ruined park, a consequence of the ended battle.

“What did you say?” Billy asked, Captain nodded in the shared interest.

 The person whispered, quietly.

“I'm sorry, I can’t understand you.” Billy admitted, a small tinge of upset budded within himself. He paused, bringing his attention to Marvel. 

There was a loose smile laid on Captain’s face which seemed to indicate Marvel understood as much as Billy did. 

“Who are you?” Billy asked.

They replied, but he couldn’t hear.

The loose smile fell into a nervous one, and Billy was beginning to feel redundant, “I’m sorry…Can you please speak up?” He asked, timidly.

“𝔶o҉𝔲…҉ f҉𝔦n҉𝔞l҉𝔩y҉ t҉𝔥e҉ w҉𝔦n҉𝔡 𝔥a҉𝔰 𝔢c҉𝔥o҉𝔢d҉ t҉𝔥e҉ w҉𝔬r҉𝔡s҉ o҉𝔣 𝔱h҉𝔢 𝔲n҉𝔦v҉𝔢r҉𝔰e҉, 𝔱h҉𝔢 𝔰n҉𝔞k҉𝔢 𝔥a҉𝔰 𝔟i҉𝔱t҉𝔢n҉ i҉𝔱s҉ t҉𝔞i҉𝔩.҉ t҉𝔥e҉ e҉𝔫d҉ w҉𝔦t҉𝔥 𝔱h҉𝔢 𝔟e҉𝔤i҉𝔫n҉𝔦n҉𝔤 𝔞s҉ t҉𝔥e҉𝔶 𝔢x҉𝔦s҉𝔱 𝔱o҉𝔤e҉𝔱h҉𝔢r҉ i҉𝔫 𝔦m҉𝔭e҉𝔯m҉𝔞n҉𝔢n҉𝔠e҉…” They whispered.

Captain narrowed their eyes as they tried to decipher what the unknown voice said.

 “Uh…I…I’m sorry, you’re confusing me.” Billy paused, “Impermanence? Did you say that?”

“𝔡a҉𝔯e҉ i҉ s҉𝔭e҉𝔞k҉ l҉𝔬u҉𝔡e҉𝔯?҉ y҉𝔢s҉ i҉ d҉𝔬 𝔡a҉𝔯e҉, 𝔦n҉𝔡e҉𝔢d҉. 𝔫o҉ r҉𝔢g҉𝔯e҉𝔱s҉ m҉𝔞y҉ r҉𝔦d҉𝔡l҉𝔢 𝔪y҉ f҉𝔲n҉𝔠t҉𝔦o҉𝔫l҉𝔢s҉𝔰 𝔟o҉𝔡y҉…”

Marvel blinked again, eyes widening too, almost in registration. 

The words made Billy wonder if he was hard of hearing or just too light in the head. His confusion was interrupted as the odd voice spoke again. 

“Iḿṕéŕḿáńéńćé, ӳőú áńd í. Áś ẃéĺĺ áś ćőńtŕádíćtíőńś, főŕ í éxíśt főŕévéŕ áńd ńő évéŕḿőŕé. I bŕéáthé thŕőúǵh ḿӳ hőńőŕ áńd áḿ śháṕéd thŕőúǵh thé ćŕúéĺ ẃőŕdś— I, á tőŕtúŕéd śőúĺ, ḿáӳ ńévéŕ ŕéśt. Bút ít íś áĺĺ I ćáń dő…á ŕéśtĺéśś ḿíńd, á áćtíőńĺéśś bődӳ. Téĺĺ ḿé, á féĺĺőẃ ṕŕédíćtéd śőúĺ, thé ẃáӳ ẃé fúĺfíĺĺ thé díŕéćtíőń őf thé úńívéŕśé. I ẃőńdéŕ íś thé úńívéŕśé át thé éńd őf thé śtŕíńǵ?”

Billy started to feel like a fool. The words, Billy didn’t get what any of them meant. He wanted to frown, despite his incapability to do so at that moment, he had too many questions and no way of answers. Goodness, the words didn’t make any sense anymore.

“Captain?” 

Captain Marvel’s head swung toward the voice, and their eyes landed on Superman.

“…Yes?” They muttered, sheepishly scratching the back of their neck. The look in Superman’s eyes and the furrow of his brows made Billy want to squirm, and Marvel began to fidget on their feet. 

The voice spoke up again, no more coherent than the last, “Thé štörÿ thé qüîłł háš ćréátéd áñd šîgñéd för ÿöü, îñtrîgüéš mé. Wîłł ÿöür démîšé bé áš hörrîfîć áñd grüéšömé áš thé pášt wéré? Wîłł ît bé bÿ ÿöür öwñ háñd, á háñd töö šîmîłár tö mÿ öwñ? Ör šháłł ÿöür špîrît ñévér röám thé Röćk öf Étérñîtÿ, —för étérñîtÿ… Î šháłł wáłk wîth ÿöü, îf ñöt.” The voice paused, “Ör wöüłd wé škîp? Höwévér háš thé évéñt bééñ šćrîptéd? Öh, pérhápš théÿ’d áłłöw mé tö táké á péék. Thé hörrîbłé šîght ćöüłd błéšš mÿ éÿéš áš Î göügé thém áftérwárd…” The voice droned, a smile present in their tone.

Billy sighed internally, and Marvel did the same.

“Ñéw Ćhámpîöñ. Ćhámpîöñ. Thát wáš mÿ tîtłé öñćé, ñö ñümbér, ñö łégáćÿ tö öwñ. Î ám thé réášöñ för ÿöür éxîštéñćé, béćáüšé Î ám á fáîłüré. Fáîłüré, áłł Ćhámpîöñš áré fáîłüréš, máÿ Î fáîł. Máÿ ÿöü fáîł. Máÿ thé ñéxt fáîł šö théré áré öthérš tö fáîł. Fáîłîñg îš á ćöñšéqüéñćé öf bréáthîñg, áñd thîš îš öñłÿ trüé bÿ mÿ áćtîöñ. Łîštéñ tö mé, łîštéñ tö mé.” The voice repeated that last part over and over and over and over an—again. 

Billy wanted to frown, the voice was wearing him down like an old shoe. The person was still speaking nonsense, or was it nonsense, yes it was nonsense. And Billy started to feel bad for the voice, despite the reasons why he shouldn’t have because he knew their words were rooted in reality, they seemed out of it.

Billy decided to focus on someone else, and shifted his attention to Superman. He was looking at them, oddly. 

“Captain, can you hear me?”

What a silly question, of course he could. Adults often did a thing where they asked pointless questions to him, maybe Superman had entertained the habit, too. 

Billy responded this time, “Yes, Superman. You’re perfectly heard, fine, for sure.” And they gave him a toothy smile.

That didn’t stop the look. “I…” He cut himself off, “Okay, Captain.” 

Good, Billy thought, maybe he understood now. 

Captain smiled wider.

Something landed in the grass before them and their eyes focused on it. The shiny golden liquid began to drip onto the ground as if it was watering the grass at their feet. 

The golden substance seemed familiar. 

The liquid continued to drip past their eyes, and rain onto the floor.

“Captain?” 

“Hm?” Marvel looked up, staring Superman in the eyes.

His tone became…harsher, “Are you alright?” He said.

Marvel nodded, which caused something to trickle down their forehead and down the sides of their head. 

Did they move their head into the gold rain?

Superman spoke, “Captain Marvel, can you look at me?” 

Billy was certain Superman was doing the thing now, the adult thing.

So, Captain Marvel laughed. “I am.” They replied.

As they laughed, the liquid shook down their head and fell down their neck. 

Captain raised their arm, and tapped their forehead.

They stopped, eyes wide.

It was covered in thick gold.

Injustice Spectre

(Injustice Ghost, Part 3. Heads up for general injustice stuff. I spent a while researching some characters, so i hope this won't be too OOC.)

The soul haunting the watchtower was appearing more and more frequently, though seemingly too shy to approach.

The little boy, who's name nobody knew (as he didn't tell anyone, and everybody didn't want to ask), was nicknamed 'Little Warrior' by Diana after they met. Little Warrior was, for some reason, less hesitant to approach Diana than all the others, especially Clark. Everyone could noticed how the spirit would startle whenever Clark made sudden moves, or how he would flinch if he came too close.

They decided not to question it.

The boy was also starting to speak to them more often, something that brought the superheroes joy. Even though the ghost didn't speak too much, he always tried to help. More than once he was caught floating around the kitchen, baking something for them, be it cookies, cupcakes or sometimes even pies.

/ / /

Some time later, Dinah was heading to the recreation room of the watchtower after a long day of watch duty, and spotted the TV on.

The lights of said room were off, only the brightness of the TV was lightning up the place, giving away that someone was sitting in front of the TV, watching it.

Dinah couldn't help but watch curiously as the mysterious 'Watchtower Ghost' sat in front of the screen, watching the news with what she assumed must be a longing look.

The news that day were nothing special, just announcing that it was generally peaceful all round, with the occasional news that a rogue was caught thrown in.

'I can't disturb him' is what she decided on after seeing the boy hugging his knees, looking up from the floor to see what the news that day would tell him about the world.

She left quietly, leaving the phantom to his thoughts.

/ / /

Everyone was worried for Captain Marvel, magic users moreso. The hunt for Circe was long, and the visits to the watchtower were brief or even inexistent (in the other two remaining Marvels case, they refused to rest until they found Cap), searching nonstop for the witch who was believed to be responsible for the world's mightiest mortal's disappearance.

It was a call that gave Diana, the only on-duty and available hero at the moment, the information that the hunt was over.

“We found Circe.”

Constantine uttered from the other side of the call.

“She's in a abandoned warehouse in Fawcett.”

Zatanna adds, whispering as well.

“We're waiting on the ceiling, a part of it gave away.”

This time, it was Captain Marvel Jr's voice.

“Hurry, please.”

Mary Marvel murmured, a note of urgency clear in her voice.

“On the way.”

Was the princess' response, as he sprinted away to the zetas, leaving for Fawcett as fast as she could.

As the Zeta started and Diana went in, the ghost, still invisible at her side at the Zeta, smiled.

“I can finally see them again.”

Little Warrior thought, the scenery of the watchtower now gone, and in its place only the vision of Fawcett's streets remained.

/ / /

“Do you see the runes a little better there?”

Mary asks Zatanna and Constantine —who were on the other side of the old warehouse's destroyed roof— with the league communicator. She's hiding with Freddy in the part of the roof that's front facing Circe, meanwhile Zatanna and Constantine were on the other side, trying to take a better look at the runes, and what could they mean.

“No, but i swear this bloody circle is a locating spell of some kind.”

Came Constantine's hushed response. The symbols and runes on the ground all around Circe glowed a vibrant pink, contrasting against the darkness of the warehouse. Circe seemed to be reading her grimoire, of which floated in front of her, probably trying to add the finishing touches to whatever spell she was trying to perform.

“Can you try to read the page she's on without being spotted?”

Freddy suggested, and Mary agreed with his idea, nodding at him. It could be risky, as to be spotted would lead to an fight without Wonder Woman as backup, but it could also lead to a major advantage of knowing what the witch was trying to do, making them have the upper hand.

“I could try, i’m not really sure. It's a bit far away.”

Zatanna answered, peeking a bit over her hiding spot to try and see what Circe was looking at her grimoire.

“..It's supposed to track something. Yeah, you were right.”

Zatanna agreed, now retreating back to her hiding spot.

Just then, the brief click of two golden boots sounded behind Mary and Freddy. Wonder Woman has arrived.

Circe, on the ground, seemed to jolt, her grimoire shutting closed suddenly, and her head snapping towards Diana.

“Shit, our cover's blown.”

Freddy hissed, looking at Diana. How has Circe already seen her? She came so silently, too!

Diana shook her head as Circe grinned from where she stood.

“Aw, the little princess came out to play? How gracious of you.”

Circe commented, now looking at Diana as if daring her to come fight.

“I'm going down.”

Is the warning they got, as the amazon dropped down from the rooftops and in front of Circe, who opened a portal where the grimoire flew into, before closing.

There was an audible sigh from the other side of the communicator — No doubt coming from the british sorcerer — as he, too, dropped down the rooftop he was hiding in, along with Zatanna, who dropped not too long after.

“It's just the two of us,“

Mary noted, meeting her brother's gaze.

“Ready to find out where's Billy?”

Freddy smiled.

“Hell yeah.”

They both dropped down in the same time, and now, Circe was surrounded.

“Never fighting me all alone, are you, princess?”

Circe snarked, summoning magic that enveloped some debris nearby, turning it into a mighty bear, who growled as it leaped in her defense.

“Let's see how you like it when i even the numbers.”

Once again, more debris got transformed into other animals — a wolf, a tiger, and a goat— all of which launched themselves in the sorceress' defense.

And so, the fight began.

Zatanna and Constantine held the wolf and the goat back, meanwhile Mary and Freddy fought the tiger.

The feline jumped at Jr, trying to claw him, as he dodged and punched back.

The predator was thrown back by the force, giving Mary the opportunity to make a small bolt of lightning hit it. It growled in pain, running towards Mary this time, leaping at her with arms open, claws out and jaws ready to clamp down and bite.

It didn't get the chance, as both of the Marvel siblings punched it square in the chest, the magical animal falling down, becoming debris once again.

The siblings looked up just in time to see Zatanna and Constantine finishing off their own foes with energy blasts, as they, too, became normal debris.

All that remained was Circe and Diana.

Diana lauched a kick at Circe who dodged expertly, pink magic swarming her hands as she shot a beam of magical energy at the demi-godess, who reeled back at the attack, but went in again.

Both of them continued to trade blows, until the other four of Diana's teammates came out on top of their battles.

They all surrounded the sorceress again, until the runes on the ground suddenly grew brighter, a small, pink light shot off the runes, going towards something behind Wonder Woman.

Circe's grin grew.

“Would you look at that? The princess decided to give me a gift. Why, thank you!”

She said, with an amused tone. The others all looked behind Diana, only to see..

It was a ghost.

No normal ghost, Billy's ghost.

He floated in place, as the pink light circled him, giving away his location. It was clear the spirit was trying to be invisible but couldn't, his hands grasping at his hoodie anxiously.

For a moment, everything was silent. You could hear a pin drop.

“BILLY!”

Came Mary's scream, as she rushed to her twin's side, ignoring Circe and the looks of surprise on the faces of the others present. (Except for Freddy, he, too, rushed to the spirit's side.)

“What happened to you?”

She gasped, looking at the spirit of her brother who was looking like a deer caught in headlights.

“M-Mary?”

Came her twin's croaked response, as blood pooled on the corners of his would-be eyes.

The only thing that stopped her from fussing any longer was the voice that came behind her, snapping her back to reality.

“They lead what i wanted right back to me. Isn't that just sweet?”

Circe declared, looking as smug as the cat who got the rat.

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!”

Mary demanded, her voice booming as all the rage she kept for the sorceress who kept her twin away from her boiled within her.

The witch had the guts to giggle at her.

“And why would i tell you that?”

She taunted, and before she could blink, both Marvels were upon her.

She couldn't almost get a single spell in with the barrage of punches and kicks the siblings were dealing, the speed of mercury proving to be way too fast, even for her.

When she finally got to make a magic shield to distance them from her, it was almost immediatly broken, and she was face to face with the amazon.

“The lasso.”

Jr mentioned, looking at the Amazon.

“We need to know how to bring him back to normal.”

Diana nodded, as the Marvels went in again, this time trying to hold Circe still while Zatanna and Constantine helped.

Not soon after, the lasso of truth was upon Circe.

“What did you do to him!?”

Mary growled at the sorceress, who struggled against the lasso, even as it burned her.

The ghost floated closer, now on Mary's and Freddy's side.

“I switched him with an alternative self.”

Is the response she came with, clearly still trying to not tell anything of value.

“Why did you do it?”

Freddy was the one asking this time, looking at Circe as if challenging her to lie to him, even though she physically couldn't.

“He's a version of the champion who has weakenned ties to his patrons and cannot support the living lightining, he's basically a foutain of divine magic waiting to be grabbed.”

Circe hissed, still struggling against the lasso of truth.

“Champion?”

Escaped Diana, in surprise. The only person who she saw being referred to as that was..

“Captain Marvel. Shazam's and the gods' chosen.”

Circe snarked, looking at the surprise in the amazonian princess' eyes as she looked at the ghost she'd come to know.

“Little brother?”

Her voice had a slight waver to it, and the ghost flinched back at the nickname, and tried to almost fold into himself to seem smaller than he already was.

“How do we reverse this?”

Mary started the interrogation again, staring at Circe with hate.

Circe laughed. Laughed as if this was all a game, and she won.

“That's simple. You don't.”

Is her answer, with a tone of finality. As if she was certain.

...and the lasso allows no lies.

“The spell can only be reversed by the one who casted it, and i am never. NEVER. Reversing it.”

Circe grinned at them, she grinned happily and smugly and how Mary wanted to punch that stupid grin right off her face—

Billy put his hand on her arm.

He looked at her like she was a precious gem he'd lost, and was sure would never be found again, and yet—

“Mary?”

The ghost of her brother looked at her and then at Circe. Mary was sure she must have looked downright murderous after Circe's comment. She didn't want to think how she must have scared Billy.

“Stop, please?”

Billy asked, and it broke her heart. This really was and wasn't her brother. Even as a ghost, he doesn't want Mary to kill Circe. Mary could have laughed at this, yet, she couldn't bring herself to.

Mary wordlessly looked up to see Freddy and with his knowing gaze (he knew, he understood.) and the others, concerned, sad, surprised.

“..We'll bring her to the watchtower's cells. We'll find a way to bring Marvel back.”

Said Zatanna, breaking the silence, opening a portal and going in along with Constantine and Wonder Woman, who looked back a bit before entering.

This wasn't going to be easy.

/ / /

Grief was a weird thing.

The brother Mary knew was gone. Off to another universe.

But, at the same time, he was here, in hers.

The spirit of his brother, who came from a fucked up version of reality where Superman became a dictator and the league became the supreme power to rule the earth, killing those who opposed them.

Mary knew it must be as weird to Billy as it is for her to come to terms that this isn't technically my sibling.

They both lost their siblings unexpectally. Neither of them got to say their goodbyes. To hug their twin.

One moment, they were there. The next, they weren't.

Mary still couldn't bare to see herself in the mirrors when de-transformed (regrettably, it also hurts sometimes seeing Billy, knowing her twin from her universe is gone and will be gone forever) to the point both her and Billy agreed to cover up all mirrors.

It was more than weird just.. losing your twin. Just like that, you won't ever see them again.

...

Mary talked to Billy again.

It was a bit comforting to have someone who knows what you're going through.

He lost his Mary. As she had lost her Billy.

He was not my universes' Billy, but he was still my brother, my twin.

Is what Mary decided.

Billy is not replacing her lost brother, just as she isn't replacing his lost sister.

But they could still be family.

/ / /

It turned out, even though Billy couldn't transform into Cap anymore, he still wanted to be a hero.

“I want to help. I NEED to help. I did too much damage already.”

He still had the gods' blessings, just a little bit weaker. He could still fight for what was right—for a better tomorrow, for a better world— with his family by his side.

And thus, Marvel Eido was born. (from the greek word Eidolon, meaning ghost, phantom or apparition.)

The brand new member of the Marvel family, coming from another universe.

(And that is it! This last part fought me all the way. I might make an 'extra' scene/oneshot and maybe elaborate more on why Circe switched Billy with Injustice Billy, but, as of right now, this will be it. Thanks for reading! :) )

Headcanon that all champions, at any point during their tenure, go through a wedding/mating/union officiant course to become a wedding officiant. It is usually only viable to being done for magic-user couples because it’s in no way legally binding outside of the Rock. However, if the champion is close with the couple, some binds can be loosened.

Now, the JL has been marooned somewhere during an invasion that of course had to happen before Dinah and Ollie’s wedding. The couple is crushed. Their friends are crushed. Everyone is crushed.

Fate is giving Billy a “you know what to do” look. Billy is looking away because fuck that, he’s not going to ruin his friends’ day. He’s done unions many times before, but he’s never done it with non-magic users and for some reason, it just feels weird to be the officiant for his friends. What if he does something wrong? What if he’s overestimating that he’s close with them in the first place?

Of course, Nabu has never learned how to be subtle or take notice of any kind of social cue, so he just outright says that Billy can do it.

Fate: Fret not, the Champion can take the officiant’s place—

Billy: Noooo he can’t.

Fate: Yes, he—

Billy: Nooo, he can’t.

Dinah: Billy, is this true?

Billy: Well—I mean—

Fate: I checked the backlogs, you completed the course when you were nine.

Billy: Nabu, you are SO not helping right now.

Ollie: Well that’s great news!

Billy: …Huh?

Ollie: Come on, Cap! You could totally help us with this!

Billy: I—You—Guys, if the couple isn’t consisted of at least one magic user, I can’t really…

Fate: There is a loophole. If the Champion is close with the couple, it can be done.

Dinah: Then there’s nothing to worry about! We’re plenty close!

Billy: *short circuiting because he genuinely thought Dinah and Ollie didn’t see him as a friend* Um…okay.

After the makeshift wedding…

Billy:*Taps Fate’s shoulder* Hey

Fate: Hm?

Billy: You’re banned from the Rock for the next two months.

Fate: 🙄

SNAPDEX: DAY 16 | DEX 677

because of everything that happened today, i didnt really get to draw at all.. i decided to draw espurr before bed

Decided to try something new

Please ignore the mistakes i only noticed them after i posted it :'(

I did a thing.

Y'know how people drew Hatsune Miku in their cultures?

So.

I made that but with Billy.

Brazilian Billy Batson.