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Gotham is Burning. by istayniche
Fandoms: The Batman (Movie 2022), Batman - All Media Types, Superman (Movie 2025), Superman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types
20 Aug 2025
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"Were you aware that LuthorCorp was using Wayne technology in their illegal weapons programs?"
For the first time, Bruce looked genuinely surprised. "Those contracts were terminated."
"When? Before or after Luthor's crimes became public?"
Bruce was quiet for a long moment, his fingers drumming against the arm of his chair. "I'd have to check with our legal department about the specific timeline."
"So you don't know?"
Bruce was silent.
Gotham's drowning, Batman's bleeding, and a nosy reporter won't stop asking why.
Three years after the flood, a rot festers, born from the stragglers of Riddler's movement.
The Sons of Gotham, neo-Nazis with mysteriously deep pockets, rise from the grime. Bruce bleeds for a city that keeps sinking.
Enter Clark Kent: infuriatingly earnest, maddeningly handsome, and asking questions Bruce can't answer.
When threats grow too big for one city, Batman reluctantly teams up with Superman. Saving Gotham wasn't hard.
Letting someone help? Letting someone in? Easier said than done.
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Bookmarked by whitenoiseross
29 Aug 2025
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i went FERAL. i want this fic injected directly into my brain that is how much i enjoyed it. THANK YOU DEAR AUTHOR FOR CREATING THIS I LOVE YOU AND WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER.
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ship-to-ship combat by pomeloquat
Fandoms: Superman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types
03 Jan 2024
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"Clark. What the hell is this," Lois asks, staring at Clark's Bruceman WIP folder. Clark's first instinct is to fly away, but that would still leave his fic on display for her to see. His second instinct is to blast a hole straight through his laptop screen with his heat vision, which isn't much better.
Clark, in an attempt to make some spare cash, unintentionally stumbles into the world of superhero fanfiction, becomes a prolific writer for Gotham's OTP, and tries his best to fend off rival fans who want him to convert to superbat instead.- Language:
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Bookmarked by whitenoiseross
18 Aug 2025
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i laughed way too hard while reading this. hard enough to leave my mother concerned about me and pressuring me to explain the plot of this fic that i was reading at that time being. i couldn’t explain it obviously, but it added to the story and made this fic even more unique. so thank you dear author for making me face with five start of relationships, four breakups between the same two characters that are oblivious over and over again. it was fun i may reread again <3
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[Sokka is five when the first mark appears.
It writes itself in a deep red like a wound, as if someone had carved the word “nonbender” in a messy font across the knuckles of his left hand, as if it was handwritten with a knife.
When he asks his mother, as she applies salve on Sokka’s knuckles, she sighs deeply and says nothing for a few moments.
“Sometimes, spirits don’t make much sense.”
Sokka has yet to turn thirteen when he wakes up screaming in pain, about ten soulmarks all over each other between his left shoulder and his ear, red and vivid like burning flesh. Among the few words that are somehow possible to read out of the disastrous scribbling, “disrespectful” and “coward” and “burned” and “sorry sorry sorry” are the ones that stand out the most to Sokka. He thinks, at the tender age of twelve, whoever did this to his soulmate will be sorry too, one day.
A month after Hakoda leaves him with the job of the protector at the age of thirteen, Sokka realizes, with a bitter taste in his mouth, that he’s got more soulmarks than his entire village combined.]
Or, to have a soulmark is to carry the vilest things that your soulmate believes about themselves on your skin.
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Bookmarked by whitenoiseross
15 Aug 2025
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i adore this. fell in love with every word of it. truly gorgeous.
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There's something blazingly incongruous about Remus in the wintertime. He's golden: sunshine and honeybees, caramel curls and freckles like dappled sunlight. Even his clothes seem borrowed, and temporary, as if he might've just thrown on an extra layer for a moment in the knowledge that his own innate aestival nature would be quite enough to stave off the worst of the chill. Something at home in long balmy nights, and mornings when the gardens teem with life and song. Wonderfully out of place in the winter: a happy visitor to the season, an ember in the frost.
Christmastime in the Cotswolds: cold hands, crackling fires, and Remus's indefatigable quest for parsnips.
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Bookmarked by whitenoiseross
08 Jul 2025
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i wanna eat them or hide them safe inside my pocket. also this james is canon for me from now on.
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“They’re… chaos,” Remus said firmly. “And chaos is—”
“Rock and roll.”
He looked at Sirius sharply, and for once, matched his grin. “Yeah.”
“Maybe that’s my excuse then,” Sirius said. “I cause a bit of chaos now, and maybe one day, it’ll turn into rock and roll.”After losing his mother at age eleven, Remus has spent the better part of the last four years bouncing from school to school or else running around London and pretending as though he wasn't the kind of well-bred boy his father brought him up to be. Now, with his chances all run out, Remus is sent to Hawkings Independent School as a last-ditch effort to clean up his act. There he meets the very people who will set up the rest of his life, and is forced to confront the pieces of himself he'd long thought had been lost.
(genuinely not apologising for the slow-burn in this fic anymore. You've been warned <3)
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- Part 1 of The Cadence Opus
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Bookmarked by whitenoiseross
20 Jan 2025
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honestly, when i started this it was the beginning of my finals weeks. now i’m done with this term and my lovely boys have grown up, graduated, get their life on the track that they wanted to. i feel proud. i am really looking forward to the part two of this fic even if there’ll be or not. was a great experience and made me think about the boys’ life a lot. fell in love with tomny and tonya i loved all of the ocs. sim would always be my personal fav but yes. thank you dear author for creating this masterpiece.