#composerofdiscord

Title: Wishing on Stars Author: ComposerofDiscord Artists: SDeeys & Nowrunalong Word Count: 16k Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Pairings: Female Hernan Guerra/Female Kirk Langstrom Continuity: Justice League Gods and Monsters + Pre-Capes genderbend AU Summary: It's the summer of Keira's senior year when Keira meets Hermania for the first time. When Hermania can't afford the fixes Keira made to her car, she finds another way to make up for it and the two find themselves falling into an unlikely friendship and more.

“Mark my heart, mark me well”

Inspired by these two awesome fanfics: 

Foggy Hearts & Lipstick Marks by ComposerofDiscord

Let the Mystery Be by Trista_zevkia

*bow head* thank you so much for your magnificent masterpieces, sorry I don’t have AO3 account but I still want to give you my admiration and kisses :* !

Title: No More Heroes (In a World so Cold) Author: ComposerofDiscord | Sai Artist: @sdeeys Word Count: 27k  Rating: Teen and Up Pairings: Hernan Guerra/Kirk Langstrom   (Pre-) Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Continuity: DCAU/Justice League Gods & Monsters Summary: Clark and Bruce are visited by an Amanda Waller from another world. She asks for their help with her Superman, Hernan Guerra, who has gone rogue. Clark accepts, and Bruce goes with him. When they arrive, Clark wishes to see who Hernan is and what he has done, while Bruce investigates the day Hernan went berserk. With what Bruce has gathered from his investigation and what Clark has seen of Hernan, they must decide who they can trust in the GnM universe: Waller or Hernan, or is there something much larger at play?

I think Mad World by Gary Jules is a nice fit for Roderich, as well as well as Valley Of The Dolls by Marina and the Diamonds. The both have that sort of haunting feel that fits I with Roderich and the lyrics, epically mad world, show the sort of slanted world view that I think he would have had after the incident with his family.

For a Happier tune, I would probably go with Do-Re-Mie from sound of music,for the obvious reason of the film takes place in Austria and it is about the music scales.

Since I’ve already basically got a soundtrack going, why not keep going at it?

“Thank you for putting me in a private cell, comrade. It makes my stay here feel much more comfortable.” Ivan commented to the man, barely a teenager really, guiding him along the rows of dark cellars.

“What do you mean ‘thank you’?” the other asked skeptically.

“Well, when alone it gives me more time to think of everyone’s here’s eminent demise” Ivan said simply, without the slightest resemblance of holding anything back.

The man who had been his guard thought over what Ivan had said and decided to make a rash decision. “You know what? Leaving you alone is a bad idea. You’ll probably plan some way to take over or something. You’re getting a cell mate.”

“Oh why that’s no fun” Ivan fake pouted, so innocent and childlike it was disturbing.

“Well deal with it!”

With that comment, the teen threw the Ivan into the cold, hard cell and locked the door.

“And you better get along with him because you two will be spending a long time together. Good luck to both of you, creeps.”

Then the teen walked away, presumably to brag to his boss that he had managed to catch the elusive Ice prince, and when he rounded the corner Ivan began his real plan.

He brushed his cuffed arms, still trapped behind his back, along the floor. After a few tries he managed to catch onto something and slid his gloves down. The second that the silver metal touched Ivan’s bare skin, it froze, and all Ivan had to do was lightly tap it against the floor. It shattered into pieces, the fragments spreading all around and skidding to all parts of the room and to the other mans feet.

Ivan then stood up, composed himself and faced the man also in the cell with him. The new man in his little business. He needed a favor from him, and that is unlikely to happen if the half siren he had heard so much about was trapped in a cell.

With his violet eyes glinting and his deadly smile and aura oozing, creating a presence of its own, seemingly suffocating the room; Ivan said two words with true genuine sweetness of the most sickening kind.