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paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 · 5 months

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Got some more if that’s ok? :)

1: what’s their opinion on anti-heroes? Both fictional & real like the punisher & Jake’s uncle red hood.

2: when they play wrestle, do they use theme songs from their phones? Either a wrestlers theme or a song they like.

3: do Jon & mar’i use wrestling moves, like wrestling shows, & use theme songs too? Also, what’s their reaction to the rikishi question in the previous post?

4: you mention in a post from earlier that they can use their powers as a shield & explosive wave from dbz, besides that what else can they do that wasn’t mention before?

5: what’s your favorite headcanon for the both of them if somebody ask about them, your all time favorite?

6: let’s say they see a bully acting like a bully, on a scale of 1-10 what would they do? 1 being telling a teacher & 10 being kick his butt

Happy Turkey Day @gothicghost2000

Since now I finally have free time to get to these…

1. Fictional Anti heroes, not necessarily the Duo’s favorite characters to latch onto but they’re respectful of their peers and colleagues like them. Now as for the ones in universe, that’s a lot more complicated. The Duo are strict adherents to the One Rule of not utilizing lethal force when dealing with super villains and henchmen but at the same time they know if they are left with no choice but to partner with an anti hero during a mission or few, they can only ensure to capture the villain and bring them to Justice before the anti hero does their thing but that’s it really since they know also they scant really force an anti hero to give up their lethal ways, said anti hero has to make that choice themselves. This especially gets awkward regarding Red Hood as while Jake still loves his Uncle for everything else and he genuinely does, even Jason realizes he has to drop his MO more often whenever his nephew is nearby despite how tricky it can be since he’s so used to it.

2. Oh Yes they will. I like to imagine them with the following themes

Chris - “Fighter” (Dan Savern) by Jim Johnston

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I only heard of this theme as of recently but not I sure wish I heard it sooner because unlike most themes that attempt being bad*ss, this one can legit be called that while also being simple and to the point. I can see Chris playing this to reflect a no nonsense approach to his fighting style

Jake -

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See, he’s a Kid who has a tiny amount of Class to him. As a Prince of Tamaran, he knows from his experiences entering the Royal Court on some occasions with his Mother and Sister that entering the room should have music that announces royalty arriving and gets the folks’ attention. Hence only one of favorite wrestlers (about #3 place overall) has the theme to back that regal nature up. Bonus points if Meredith can play as his ‘Manager’ and he does the classic “OOOOOHHHH YEEEEAAAAHH”.

3. I can see those two take in some wrassling themselves as well, both in playfulness in connecting to their siblings better but also in real combat against criminals if the opportunity arises.

Jon - Since move set wise primarily being what you can call a High Flyer, His Finisher of Choice would be A Flying Elbow Drop aka ‘Bombs Away’ as codified by Randy Savage

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Ironically though for his theme song of choice, I see Jon playing the theme song used by Savage’s Best Frival (Friend and Arch Rival), Terry ‘Hulk Hogan’ Bollea. He just thinks it’s catchy and he likes it’s guitar riffs

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Mar’i - I see her mixing up styles which emphasize both her agility and acrobatics but also precision and using her opponent’s own strength against them; therefore she’s tripartite blend of High Flyer, Flipper and Technical wrestling which the first two are merely slip out of dangerous grapples while the latter builds into how she takes down opponents via submission rather than full take downs like her brother. Hence her finisher of choice can be a submission, The Figure Eight Leg Lock as done by Charlotte Flair

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As for her theme song, I can picture her playing the following for her theme song. While not an official wrestler’s theme per say (that we know of), she feels it fits her more boisterous and modern days woman warrior aesthetics and tone

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Plus I can also her playing this song for Auntie Blackfire whenever she walks into the Grayson apartment because it suits her too lol

4. Hmmm, Well…

Chris can also discuss with the souls of previous bearers of the Nightwing entity throughout Krypton’s history, both ancient and fairly recent for advise and guidance or for first hand accounts of what they had done in their past lives as said bearers and what their actions led to. Basically think of it akin to when Aang and Korea from Avatar are able to communicate with their past lives for advise, guidance or even assistance in times of distress. It’s that ability only rather being a reincarnation of each other, this talk between them works via The Nightwing Entity themself being able to access the afterlife and bringing the souls to the current bearer for short periods of time.

Oh, and Jake currently practices an ancient technique from the True Master (the kindly old woman who trained his Father in the classic Teen Titans episode “The Quest”) which should he be trapped at a precarious position, including for example literally being buried alive, but he cannot contact his allies via his communicators, he can have his own soul temporarily leave his body and wander until he finds the ally he knows can help and enter their conscience, even temporarily possessing it if he has to. Yes, the True Master has indeed met with longstanding undead hero Boston Brand aka Deadman who has indeed seen this technique in action before. So in case Jake or Dick wind up being buried alive and no access to their utility belt, they use this technique and Boston will be there to help them get the hand of being a temporary ghost.

5. That will probably forever remain this one, an entire climatic story arc with General Zod leading an all out invasion of the Earth, Chris defeating him but his birth father leaves word that reach into Chris’ very soul that he’ll never truly belong to this planet he calls home and that all the destruction caused was ultimately his fault as he was the doorway to the Phantom Zone in the first place. He runs away, fists traveling across the globe for any sort of solace though he still does secret hero work before finally arriving at the Graysons’ place where Jake lets him in and he stays until the time is right to reconcile with the Kents. Even after he sees them once more, it takes Clark having a father to son talk with him on the Moon’s surface that finally gets Chris out of his malaise and accept his words that indeed the Kents are his family, the Earth is his home and that he belongs there.

Also, I love that Chris, Mar’i and Jon are right there at bedside when Jake awakes in the hospital right immediately after his fateful duel with Victor Zsasz, calm him when he does wake up thanks a bad nightmare, and overall are a comforting presence after such a harrowing night, sharing a massive group hug with Jake happily sandwiched between his Big Sis and his best friend. Sure he hasn’t fully gotten over his trauma, in fact that emotional trauma that’ll plague him for many years to come has only just begun, but this little thing here does help very slightly.

6. Chris - 5. Unlike his brother, Chris is more likely to responsibly inform the school counselors about what’s going on if there’s one nearby, stepping in if he can’t and at first asking firmly yet politely if the bully would cut out his behavior. Should said bully refuses and even attack him instead, then Chris fights back

Jake - 6. Similarly he too would first trying finding a senior official first before stepping in. Unlike Chris though, he demands the bully stop at first. Should the bully refuse and comes towards him, Jake would engage in a tense stare down in hopes his mini glare would be enough for drive the bully away. Should that fail, he waits for the bully to make the first strike to which he immediately counters with one of his own, which has a 95% success rate at taking down a bully on their tracks

#chris kent #jake grayson #starburst duo #jonathan samuel kent #mari grayson #dick grayson #koriand'r #clark kent #connor kent #kara zor el #lois lane #boston brand #general zod #victor zsasz #tt animated #pro wrestling #wwe #jason todd

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dailydccomics · 10 months

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we are gathered here to celebrate the life of one Bart Allen Teen Titans vol 3 #50

#tim drake #bart allen #teen titans #dc comics #raven #koriand'r #victor stone #cassie sandsmark #kara zor el #m'gann m'orzz #starfire #dc #kid devil #rose wilson #beast boy #TT vol 3 #comics

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p-artsypants · 6 months

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Paint it Black (2) Observing

Robin disappeared three months ago. Now, Jump City's crime rate is mysteriously being taken care of by a normal, albeit strange, teenage boy who goes by the name Black. As the Titans befriend this lunatic, they begin to see a correlation between him and their missing leader. Will they be able to find Robin, or will Black turn them all insane as himself?

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"So?" Beast Boy asked, a grin on his features.

"I met him. He seems...strange. I wonder if there is something wrong with him."

"Of course there is!" Beast Boy shouted. "The kid's living a delusion! He's totally Schizophrenic! He’s 9th level crazy banana-pants bonkers!"

"Where's your degree in Psychology?" Cyborg asked.

Raven chimed in. "I couldn’t read his mind when I saw him. He's too...random?"

"Random? More like utterly out of control! He must have gotten brain damage or something!"

"Like you?" Raven quipped.

Beast Boy didn't skip a beat. "I don't doubt I have brain damage from all the fights I've been in, but there's no way you can compare us."

"I will agree and say that Black is very strange. I am concerned for him though." Starfire added.

"He told me he was homeless," said Raven.

“I saw him take money from a drug dealer he took out.” Cyborg scratched his chin. “So he’s not panhandling.”

“What do we do? Mention him to the police?” Starfire asked.

“Let’s just…keep an eye out for him. Maybe he’s a friendly neighborhood weirdo, or maybe he’s a problem.”

—-

It continued like that for the weeks following. Each Titan would take turns performing patrol at night, while the usual super villains would crop up randomly in between. Nearly every night, for maybe only a few minutes, they would cross paths with the young man known as Black. Each time, they would try to weasel more information out of him, but more often than not, he left them with more questions.

“Cyborg! Thank god! I need help!” A young man came running up to him. He looked rather roughed up and had a black eye.

“What’s up, man?”

“I know we were wrong. My friends and I tried to shoplift from the Quick Mart, but then my buddy tried to actually mug a customer. It was so wrong and I know that but the dude went ape shit and just started beating the hell out of us! I’m the only one that got away! Please Cyborg, my brother’s back there and I think he’s gonna get killed.”

“Alright alright, I got you man, take me there.”

The young man ran back the way he came, Cyborg hot on his trail. The Quick Mart was just around the corner. The windows were plastered with posters and neon signs, so much so, the inside couldn’t be seen.

“Wait here,” Cyborg demanded, and headed for the door.

Whatever supervillain he was expecting to see, he didn’t see them. Instead, Black sat on the counter, nonchalantly eating a pint of ice cream.

There were four unconscious young men on the ground, and the cashier was crying behind the counter.

“Aww man,” Cyborg groaned, looking at the carnage.

“Hey! Borgy-Boy! Want some Chunky Monkey?” Black held out his spoon.

“Man, what did you do?”

“Can you believe these Ding Dongs tried to mug me? I only have so much money to spend on food, and they’re trying to take it!”

Cyborg gave him a hard look. “What about all that money you’ve taken from the people you bust?”

“Hey!” Black pointed his spoon at him. “Most of that money went into the offering plate on Sunday!”

Cyborg stared back in shock. “You go to church?”

“Sure! Free coffee, free music, free air conditioning and heat, it's a swell deal! I don’t really know what they’re talkin’ ‘bout, but that Jesus guy sounds like a real neat fella!”

Cyborg shook his head. Black had a talent for derailing situations quickly. “What did I tell you about beating people up?”

Black whined. “But mooooommmmm! They started it!”

“I called the police,” the cashier finally sobbed out. “They’ll be here at any moment.”

“Whoops! Looks like I gotta vámonos!”

“Did you pay for the ice cream?” Cyborg asked sternly.

“YeEEEeeeeEEEs!” Black sassed right back.

“Good, then you’re ready to wait for the police with me.”

Black’s attitude changed slightly then. He paled and his lips became taught. “Nah, I’m good.”

“What if I tell you you have to?”

Then Black’s face fell, a much darker, hateful gaze on his face. “I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to. Not anymore.”

“Anymore?” Cyborg took a step toward him.

Black launched from the counter, springboarded off Cyborg’s shoulders and landed at the exit. “Bye Borgy-Boy! Love you!” And he was gone.

“Damnit!” Cyborg shouted to the ceiling.

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“Okay, I think he’s a problem,” Cyborg announced without preamble.

Starfire, Beast Boy, and Raven all looked at him startled.

“Who?”

“Black! Who else!? He beat up a bunch of shoplifters at the Quick Mart and then dipped when I told him to stay for the police. Why would he run if he had nothing to hide?”

Raven raised a brow. “So you want us to capture him? Take him down? Yeah, we all know what he’s doing is illegal, but he’s doing us a huge favor. We don’t have time to worry about the little guys.”

“What if we were to just observe him more? Mayhaps this is a temporary thing?”

“Temporary insanity? I’d love to hear that argument.” Beast Boy chuckled.

“Fine, another week or two of observation. Then we have to decide what we’re going to do about him.”

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During Raven’s patrol, she got to have her own fun with a jewelry store break in. She passed by the roof just as the burglar’s broke through the window.

Thinking that was all the action she was going to see on her patrol, she began to return home, only to be distracted by someone singing.

Well, it was more like caterwauling.

“I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT!”

It was a crime to be singing so poorly and so loudly so late at night. A crime to Raven, at least. All this required was a stern talking too.

Raven followed the sour notes down a backstreet and into the warehouse district.

“Why am I not surprised?” Raven drawled.

Black was still singing at the top of his lungs, and sort of dancing down the alley. In both hands, he held cans of spray paint, and he was spraying the walls.

Raven landed behind him.

“I’M TRAPPED IN THIS BODY–CAN’T—GET OUT!!!”

“Vandalizing private property? Some hero you are.”

“AH!” Black startled, whipped around and sprayed Raven in the face with red paint.

Luckily she clenched her eyes shut so she wasn’t blinded.

“Oh! Mrs. Magpie! I’m sorry, you startled me!”

Raven tried to wipe the paint from her face. “So I noticed.”

Black took out a rag from his pocket and started rubbing her face before she batted him away.

He slunk back, defeated. “And to answer your question, I wasn’t trying to vandalize this wall. Someone else already did that. I was just trying to make it…less Hitler-y.”

Raven looked at the wall. On half were some interesting black and red swirls, still wet, and the other half had about a dozen swastikas punctuated with profanity.

“I see. You were covering it up.”

“Yeppers! Are you proud of me, Rae Rae?”

The last thing she wanted to do was indulge this lunatic. “You know, if you talked to the owner, he’d probably give you some paint to cover the whole wall in an even coat.”

He scoffed. “There’s no art in that!”

“Oh, so now you’re an artist?”

“Am I not allowed to have a hobby?”

She huffed. “Fair.”

“I’ll take it more seriously. I’ll practice and make it really good! A series of pretty alleyways by me!”

Raven was out of shits to give. “Fine. Go ahead. Wow me with your murals.”

Black grinned gleefully and jumped. “You won’t regret it!”

“See that I won’t.”

“Oh,” he licked his thumb. “You have a little paint—“

She summoned a force field to stop him from getting any closer. “Don’t even think about it.”

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Usually, Black had a tendency to seek out the Titans, or let his presence be known. So when Beast Boy found the young man digging through a dumpster, he quickly changed into a mouse to watch from afar.

“In the deepest ocean, the bottom of the sea, your eyes, they turn me,” Black sang a tune Beast Boy swear he heard before, but couldn’t place it.

Beast Boy scurried across the ground, coming closer.

Black was bent over at the waist, his torso inside the dumpster, and his singing echoed with a metallic ring. “I get eaten by the worms and weird fishes. Picked over by the worms…and weird fishes.”

Where had he heard that before? The radio? He was usually pretty hip with modern music.

“Ah ha!” Black cried triumphantly as he emerged. He had a prize in his hand.

Beast Boy eagerly waited to see what Black had found and was so excited about.

Another watch.

The young man cinched it on his wrist, so quickly, it looked like he’d done it a hundred times before. “You don’t have a battery, but that’s okay. I still love you.”

A dead watch. What was so exciting about a dead watch?

Black then rubbed his stomach. “Hmm…me hungy!” And he turned and left the alley.

Beast Boy waited until he rounded the corner to turn into a sparrow and followed him.

Black skipped down the street, his tattered trench coat fluttering behind him.

Coming down the street was a dog walker, a man with a husky. Black saw them and ran to them. “Ohhh! A puppy! What’s his name? Can I pet?!”

The man looked startled, but ultimately said, “uh sure. His name is Plinko.”

“Hi puppy! Hi Plinko! Who’s a good boy?! Who would rip someone’s face off to protect his owner!? My name is Black. What’s your name?”

The man looked even more startled and started to tug his dog away. “Sorry, I have to go.”

“Okie dokie then! Bye bye Plinko! Bye bye Plinko’s dad!” Black waved enthusiastically. Then he continued his merry way down the street.

Beast Boy watched in fascination, and prepared to intervene if Black showed any kind of threat towards the man. Thankfully, he didn’t, just behaved oddly enough to frighten the man off.

Black broke into a sprint, running at a wall. When he reached it, he used a fire escape to climb up the side of a building, then leapt onto a short roof. From there, he cartwheeled and flipped to the other edge and jumped over to the next roof.

He was fast. Beast Boy had to morph into an Eagle to keep up with him. He was used to seeing kids parkour, and the hobby had become more popular over the years the more stunts of Robin’s had been captured on camera. But Beast Boy had never seen someone move like this. It was almost inhuman. Black flung himself across distances anyone else with self preservation would have avoided. He flipped and twisted as he went, ignoring laws of physics.

Then, they were at the Quick Mart, and he strolled in like he hadn’t been performing gymnastics across the rooftops.

Beast Boy quickly shifted into a fly and flew in before the door shut. This was kind of fun. He didn’t get to do stealth missions often.

“Hi Laura!” Black chirped.

“Oh. Hi Black.” The cashier looked nervous and swallowed thickly.

“Got anything fresh? How old is the pizza? Is it all dried out like jerky?”

“I just put a new pie in,” she said with a sigh.

“Then I want a slice! Not one with pepperoni’s though.” He shivered.

She gave him a solemn nod and cut him a slice of cheese pizza.

“Hey chicky-poo, why are you nervous?” He asked as he grabbed a drink from the fridge. Just a water.

“We’re not going to have any problems today, are we?” She asked sternly, but looked pale and nauseous.

“Problems? Me?! You know I’m here to solve problems, right?!”

The cashier didn’t answer.

Black placed his hands on his hips. “Is this about those shoplifters earlier this week? Did Borgy-Boy or the Popo give you a hard time?”

She took a shaky breath. “They were fine. I just…what you did to those boys.”

He scoffed. “What's a couple broken fingers and fractured skulls among friends?”

“Um…I can’t imagine those guys think you’re friends…”

“Well, then they’re doodoo heads. How much for the water and the pizza? Ohh and this candy bar?”

“7.83.”

“Oh. No candy bar then.” He pouted.

“5.70.”

Black dug around in his pockets and took out some bills and coins. “Is that enough?”

“This is a button.”

“Oh. How much is that worth?”

The cashier sighed and helped him count out the money on the counter. Beast Boy prepared to intervene if he didn’t have enough, but thankfully, he did.

“And, you had a little extra, so you get a nickel back.” She handed him a coin.

He grinned. “I think I like them! Most people don’t, but that’s okay. Not everyone has to agree!”

“What?”

“Nickleback! They do the song from Shrek!”

“Honey, that’s Smash Mouth.”

Black sighed. “I can’t count change and I can’t remember Nickleback’s discography. Is there anything I can do right?”

Break bones, apparently, thought Beast Boy.

“Well, you do the crime fighting thing pretty well. Maybe once you get your memory back, you’ll be able to do other things.”

Black’s face soured. “No no, I’m going to learn new things, not remember old ones.” He took on a far off look. “I don’t want to remember the old things.”

“Oh…kay…” Laura said, leaning away from the counter.

Black brightened considerably. “Thanks for the pizza! See you around Laura!” Then he looked to the wall, right at Beast Boy. “See you around, Jolly Green!”

Beast Boy shifted back into a human, falling off the wall and startling Laura. “Duuuude! How did you know?!”

“Come on, how often do you see a green fly?”

“Often?! How–!?”

Black tsked. “You gotta be better than that, Beastie Boy! Ch-check, check it out! Wh-what what’s it all about!?” He started rapping Beastie Boy lyrics and he nonchalantly strolled out the door.

Beast Boy stood still, staring open mouthed.

“I had no idea you were there,” said Laura. “That kid is something else.”

“Yeah, but what?”

—

Cyborg arrived from the lobby, the huge box with him full. He dumped out the contents, letters, on the table and started to sort.

“What’s all that?” Asked Raven.

“Mail. It’s been sitting out there for a while and I just can’t put it off anymore.”

“Tired of all the condolence cards?”

“Very.”

“Anything for me?” Beast Boy asked, peering over the table.

“You can help me sort, and then you’ll know.” Cyborg threw a bunch of flyers away. “Man, I bet some of these are a month old. Hope none of it was time sensitive.”

“Oooo what’s this?” Beast Boy picked up a thicker envelope with handwritten addresses on it. “It’s addressed to all of us.”

“Who’s it from?”

“Says, ‘Jim Baker.’ Never heard of ‘im.”

“Probably fan mail. Maybe we saved him and never got his name. God forbid another condolence card.”

“It’s thick. It feels like there’s something in it. Maybe money?”

“If it’s money, we have to send it back,” Cyborg said sternly. “We can’t take it.”

“Well then…maybe not money…” Beast Boy grinned, preparing to pocket the money anyway. He tore open the envelope, but instead of money, there was just an SD card and a note.

‘Teen Titans,

This was left in my possession, but I think it’s meant for you.’

“H-hey Cy?” Beast Boy passed the envelope over to Cyborg. He scrutinized the note and then put the SD card into his arm to scan it for viruses.

“Looks clean, but whatever is on it is slightly corrupted. The card doesn’t look like it was taken very good care of.”

“May we see it?” Asked Starfire.

“I can try to pull the file off.” He took the card over to the main computer and popped it in. “Oh, looks like multiple video files. Let’s see if they’ll load.”

“Do you think someone has sent us a movie to watch? Shall I make the popped corn?”

“Something like that,” Raven answered, setting her book aside. “Don’t bother with the popcorn though.”

When the video started up, the picture was pixelated and grainy, the sound cut in and out.

“Get—to work? —so old.”

A face was in frame, black and white, and hard to make out. “It has to work. It’s the last chance I have.”

“That is Robin’s voice!” Starfire shouted, standing to her feet.

“Really?” Beast Boy asked. “I can’t really tell.”

“If you get caught, they’ll kill you.” The other person said.

“Then I won’t get caught.” The camera shifted, showing more of the room, though it was grainy. The camera shook hard a few times and the picture became clearer. There was a young man, about Robin’s age, wearing a hospital gown.

“Why are you messing with that thing?” He asked.

“Secret,” said Robin’s voice.

“Whatever dude, just don’t include me in this.”

The camera turned, and they could see the nose down of the person Starfire thought was Robin.

“That is Robin’s chin!” Starfire screamed.

“Yeah, it is,” said Raven.

“This is…not what I was prepared for. There’s twenty of us here,” Robin whispered. “Is that too much information? Crap.”

And the video ended.

“Play the next one!” Star demanded.

Cyborg obeyed and played the next file. “I’ll set these up to play back to back.”

The next video played, and it was immediately apparent that something was wrong. The camera was under a bed. They still couldn’t see Robin’s face. But his hand was on the ground.

“There’s a red light.” He stated. “So, that’s good.” He breathed, a long, low exhale. Somewhere in an adjacent room, someone screamed. Robin took another shaking breath, then, to everyone’s surprise, he started to softly sing. “When I'm at the pearly gates, this'll be on my videotape, my videotape. Mephistopheles is just beneath…and he's reaching up to grab me.”

Starfire sat at the edge of her seat, holding a pillow to her chest. She had never heard Robin sing before. To everyone else, it was fine, but to her, his voice was perfect. Soft, gentle, and so so sad.

“This is one for the good days and I have it all here in red, blue, green. Red, blue, green.”

Robin’s song stopped suddenly as the scream came again, worse than before. He shifted closer to the camera, and continued his song as low as he could. “This is my way of saying goodbye. 'Cause I can't do it face to face. So I'm talking to you after it’s too late.”

Starfire gasped.

“No matter what happens now. You shouldn't be afraid, because I know today has been the most perfect day I've ever seen.”

And the video ended.

A red exclamation mark displayed on the screen, determining that the video was corrupted.

“NO!” Starfire shrieked. “Cyborg, you must recover those videos! It is the only clue we have to Robin! Please!”

“Star, I’m going to try, but there’s no guarantees.”

“If you do not recover those videos, I shall never forgive you!”

“Dude, he said he’s going to try!” Beast Boy yelled back. “We just…have to be patient.”

Starfire fled the room, her cries loud enough to rattle the walls.

“I’ll get to work,” Cyborg stated as he retrieved the disc and left.

Raven and Beast Boy left shortly after, both lost in their thoughts.

#fanfiction #teen titans #robin #starfire #paint it black #robstar #tt animated #victor stone #raven teen titans #garfield logan #beast boy #cyborg #koriand'r #dick grayson

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rubysparx · 2 years

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Happy pride from the teen titans of jump city !! including Terra!

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glorytoukraine2022 · 1 year

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For the ask game, Elena of Avalor or Tangled the Series?

Over a year ago, I would have said Tangled the Series, but now? Elena of Avalor all the way. During the end of season 3, I got back into Elena of Avalor and haven’t gotten out of it since. And after reading heavy critiques of Tangled the Series, I have come to realize just what a poorly written show it is, and just how awful a lot of the characters actually are.

Tangled the Series is a show that claims and tries to act like it is a mature, complex show, but when you look deeper into it, you’ll see that it’s just sloppy writing and plot mismanagement. Elena of Avalor, on the other hand, has a meaningful, emotional plot. While written for a young audience, actually manages to touch upon some mature topics regarding family and trauma in a realistic way, making it interesting for adults too.

I do not need to explain that Elena ten times the person and ruler that Rapunzel will ever be. I know that I have touched upon this in other posts before, but not only is Elena a better person and friend than Rapunzel, but she is allowed to be human and fallible. She’s allowed to make mistakes, to make decisions that people and the audience don’t necessarily agree with and get called out for it. I know that the main reason for this is because Elena isn’t an official Disney Princess whereas Rapunzel is, meaning that there are rules and regulations to how Rapunzel is written that don’t apply to Elena.

The antagonists are better too. It doesn’t matter whether you’re talking about reformed antagonists such as Victor and Carla, or unreformed antagonists like Shuriki. All of the villains/antagonists from Elena of Avalor have much better development than Cassandra. They have actual reasons that motivate the things they do, and have developed plans and schemes to achieve their goals. Cassandra has none of this. She was just a violent imbecile who hurt people because she felt like it at the moment, and took genuine pleasure in doing so.

The closest thing she had to a “motivation” was that Gothel “chose” Rapunzel over her, as if it was some sort of competition. Cassandra blamed Rapunzel, an abuse victim who was ripped away from her parents and isolated from the world during the most important important years of her life, for her own kidnapping. Oh, and she gets a quick, forced redemption during the last few minutes of the series finale.

They tried to pull a fast one by making the big bad, Zhan Tiri, female. However, it was clear that she didn’t start out as a female villain, given that one of her minions referred to him with a male pronoun. She wasn’t even important anyways. She only existed to serve as a scapegoat for Cassandra because the executive producer did not want Cassandra to be held accountable for her own actions.

Of course, people are probably thinking “what about Varian”? Yes, Varian is a brilliant reformed villain who I will forever love. He was a brilliant villain and his redemption was wonderful. However, there is one problem: He was a mistake.

The creator of the show never intended us to sympathize with Varian. Varian was to be the strawman. You can clearly see by the way he was depicted in “Secret of Sundrop”, that we were meant to see Varian as a psychotic, mad scientist. Think of the way that Rapunzel calls him an “unstable alchemist.” We were never meant to sympathize with the fourteen year old who was abused by the Royal family and lost his only parent.

The reason for all these disturbing moral breaches was finally revealed to us this August. As everyone in the Tangled the Series now knows, Chris Sonnenburg was hired by the Daily Wire, run by Ben Shapiro, an ultra right conservative. This tells us everything that we need to know about Chris Sonnenburg. While we always knew he was bad, this confirms that he is an ultra Wright conservative that sympathizes and supports tyrants just like King Fredric. He supports the new, evil version of the GOP ( Also known as The Republican Party) that is destroying my country.

I do not like to get politics involved when it comes to creative decisions that I disagree with. Yet knowing what we know: the misogyny, racism, Rapunzel’s characterization, the treatment of Varian, sympathy towards Fredric, the justification of the persecution of a child, everything makes sense. Chris Sonnenburg truly believes that authoritarians are “good” because they are “the authority” and those young people who haven’t accepted the authority and are fighting against them (Varian) are the bad guys. Chris Sonnenburg is for “Law and Order”, just like his party.

This is why Elena of Avalor is better than Tangled the Series. It was written by a person with good moral values who understands human decency. And wanted to write a Princess protagonist and show that upheld those values. Whereas Tangled the Series was written by a narcissistic member of the ultra Wright. An ugly party that spreads lies based on fear and hate. The party of Authoritarianism and Fascism.

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