The superhero formerly known as Wiccan, and now drifting in a codenameless state, is sitting uncomfortably on a rooftop and wishing that less people committed crimes in winter. Or, at least, they committed crimes that didn't require him to sit around on a roof top like Batman and freeze to death ( Read more... )

High School Never Ends

Step 1: Pick a character, any character, fandom or OC
Step 2: Pick a stereotypical high school student type
Step 3: Blender
Step 4: Throw them in a pan-dimensional cafeteria
Step 5: Have fun and tag around.
Step 6: ...?
Step 7: Profit!

The young man who steps into the bar looks very much like one that we've seen before; same blond hair, blue eyes--he even has the same piercings. But this one's in boardshorts, a wetsuit top, and the sort of coral choker that is omnipresent in surfer subculture ( Read more... )

It's a suitably dark and stormy night on the other side of the door, and the wizard who stumbles through his heartily glad to be out of it. It's bad enough to be separated from his friends for weeks -- and months, in James's case -- but these missions in the rain are intolerable ( Read more... )

So an ultra-skinny goth walks into a bar.

...Then he sits down and orders a taco. Whatcha gonna do about it?

*Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. Please do tag with caution.

ETA: also, profanity is highly likely in comments.

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Dorrek. In the bar. With a cape.

Extrapolate?

....

Okay, fine. Ted, 55 years of age--or Dorrek, now, from the royal Skrull dress--is in the bar, taking a much needed break from dealing with royal matters.

And from the fact that, apparently, his children found the bar. (THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS.)

Distract him, please?

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So apparently their bathroom has turned into a portal to the bar.

Huh.

This would be better if Steve weren't in his pajamas, and his hair weren't sticking up, and he had noticed. Because he's still got a book open in one hand while he walks, at least until he runs into the chair and falls down.

Mel is looking very slightly less skinny than usual, very tired, and very very proud. The reason for it all is the thin, somewhat red, and very loud bundle in her arms. He's got his mother's spine, and his biological father's hair-pattern in a soft blond colour, and she's guessing William's lungs as well.

Or at least she doesn't think she was ( Read more... )

The ceremonies are over, as is the honeymoon -- of sorts -- and the Happy Couple are back on a royal cruiser heading toward the capitol of the Empire.

That's how the man with too many official titles to list, now, finds himself in the bar: simple boredom.

He takes a booth, sits back, and waits for interesting things to come to him.