Lady-ace - Uhhhhhh

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I will post/reblog content about my interests, such as Billy Batson/Shazam/Captain Marvel, Pokémon, Paleontology, and others (mostly in crossovers, or in reblogs)

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Captain Marvel (Shazam), inspired by A.L. Kaplan’s Action Comics covers ✨✨✨

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

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

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

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! :) )

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.

I did a thing.

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

So.

I made that but with Billy.

Brazilian Billy Batson.

Injustice Ghost

(Putting out an Halloween post because why not? By the way, there will be mentions of blood and death, since this will talk about Injustice Billy, and what happened to him.)

Captain Marvel was missing.

Of course, the superhero comunnity was after the answers to what happened, and only got to know some things.

1-This was probably Circe's doing, going by the way the runes they found.

2-It could be undone.

3-The captain switched places with someone- and that someone could have come from anywhere in the multiverse. So, alternative universes were not out of the table.

It was going to be a long week, but it will be worth it.

/ / /

After a long mission and even longer meeting about said mission, Barry was hungry, (Well, running for a long time with no food and super fast metabolism does that to someone) and so decided to eat something in the Watchtower's kitchen.

As it was night and some people decided to go straight to bed after mission, some lights were off. When Barry opened the door leading to the kitchen, he headed for the light switch.

..That is, until he saw something in the dark. The only thing lightning up the room being the faint lights the window provided.

The thing he saw looked.. small. Where it eyes should be, Barry could see right through.

“Hello?”

Barry asked, and received no answer. As the silence dragged on, he decided to flip the light switch he was reaching for earlier. Maybe it was nothing after all?

As the lights came to life, Barry saw the figure. No, the boy.

He was indeed small, maybe 8 to 9 years old. Skinny, too. The weirdest thing about him was that he simply didn't have eyes. Where his eyes should be, there were simply nothing, the borders of where the eyes were supposed to be were caked in blood. In fact, the boy himself seemed see-through, transparent.

The child, who was looking at the window previously, startled when the lights came on, looking at Barry directly before vanishing into thin air.

“Oookay. That happened. Good to know the watchtower's haunted.”

/ / /

Barry: “Did i tell you guys what i saw in the kitchen last night?”

GL (Hal): “No? What did you see?”

Barry: “I think i saw a spirit. No, i'm sure i saw a spirit. Or a ghost.”

GL, in a disbelieving tone: “Dude, what? Are you serious?”

Barry: “I swear. It was a child, and when i flipped the light on, it just looked up at me and vanished! Gone!”

Clark, who was more believing: “So, you're saying the watchtower's haunted? How would this ghost even get here?”

[Barry shrugs]

/ / /

Clark thinks he finally understands what Barry means when he comes face to face with the ghost himself.

This time, it was in the watchtower's recreation room.

Since a meeting was to start soon enough, Clark decided to be extra early, and waited patiently in the recreation room. Currently, he was the only one here, as Bruce was in the meeting room already, probably planning how it will go.

According to the jornal Clark was reading, today was a slow day, with only Central and Gotham being attacked by major villains today, what most likely will be brought up in the meeting.

A shuffling sound besides Clark had him looking up from the jornal, looking directly at something that he had heard about before.

“..You're the ghost Flash told me about, aren't you?”

He asked the spirit, who looked at him blankly.

“You.”

It said. It's voice had an echo quality to it, and was so impossibly quiet, almost a whisper.

“Me? What about me?”

Clark asked the boy, confused.

“Why?”

It questioned, instead of answering.

“Huh?”

The boy stepped closer, as if analyzing Clark's very being.

“Why?”

It repeated, louder and clearer this time. Clark was sure if this.. person (?) had eyebrows, he would be frowning.

“I'm sorry, i don't understand what you mean.”

Clark told the spirit, with an apologetic tone in his voice. It was more than clear this ghost was trying to tell him something, ask him something. And yet, it wasn't able to, or rather, couldn't bring itself to.

The ghost got even closer, one hand pointing to it's eyes.

“This. Why?”

It asked, it's voice filled with hurt, betrayal. Like Clark himself had done something unforgivable.

“..You're asking me why are your.. uh.. eyes that way?”

The ghost shook it's head 'no', and then used the finger that was pointing to it's 'eyes' to get some of the blood in it's face, and proceeded to walked even closer to Clark, now directly in front of him.

As Clark was about to ask something, the boy began floating. The spirit floated up, until it was eye level with him, and put the finger on the jornal Clark was holding, the bloody fingerprint being fixated on a specific news title.

“Multiple innocent lives unfortunately lost in sudden villain attack!”

These words now stood out against the other news coming from Gotham. Clark just read about this- Joker had escaped Arkham yet again, but this time, without anyone knowing, and had planted a bomb on park. Hidden from anyone's view, it went off, killing some people who were just enjoying the afternoon in the park that day.

“Were you one of Joker's victims, little one?”

Clark questioned in the soft tone he uses with scared children- since others in the league don't talk much with civillians after savings, the responsibility almost always falls either on his, Diana's or (surprisingly) Bruce's shoulders.

If this was the spirit of a child who's life was lost in a tragic accident like this, Clark would stop at nothing to give it rest. No one deserved to be stuck, especially since this ghost didn't seem all that happy.

..is what he thought, until the ghost shook it's head no, and then paused.

“Joker? But..”

It's voice was quieter again. It- no, he, looked like he realized something.

"..joker's dead. You..”

Before any questions could be asked, the ghost spoke up again.

“You aren't him, are you? I don't belong here. i don't want to be here. Go away!”

Was the last thing Clark heard the boy say, before he pushed him (or tried to, really, he phased right through him) and disappeared into nothingness, just like Barry had told him he had done before.

This isn't just a silly little fact told by friends to scare each other. The watchtower truly is haunted.

/ / /

(this will have a part 2, i just don't know when)