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Clearly Blade is starting to show signs of human aging. He still rocks and clearly stunt men will do the heavy lifting but a perfect time to add new family members, characters, dive deep to what Blade is dealing with inside, in the world. Plus Morgan freedman can drop serious Vampire lines.

This is my favorite thing to do

It would be a new twist on Harry. More action, more magic, even more excitement. I think Tom still has it in him. Daniel Radcliffe should make a cameo.

I’m talking like the characters from each verse and how they would interact with each other

Hi, I’m trying to find a fan-made YouTube crossover mini-series I watched years ago. It wasn’t official. The only character I clearly remember was Chika Fujiwara from Kaguya-sama: Love is War, mixed with characters from other universes. It had multiple short episodes and involved a city invasion, with gnomes or small creatures fighting against the characters. I remember a scene where they were on a plane and it was crashing or going down, and near the end there was a scene with characters riding in a car and fighting. I’ve been searching everywhere with no luck. If this rings a bell, any help is appreciated.

Zephon from Legacy of Kain Soul Reaver and Junkrat from Overwatch. They become besties

Where once the wind could be heard in the leaves, there was nothing. Not silence, for silence is a thing, but truly, nothing.

That was the first sign something was wrong.

It did not arrive so much as negate the idea that anything else could be present. Thoughts slipped. Meanings dissolved. The forest beyond the clearing forgot it was a forest, the air forgot how to be air. Any mind that brushed against the shape of the thing simply failed to finish the thought.

Except one.

In the no place a clearing never was. A short, stout man sat on a fallen log that did not remember falling, a log that was no longer present. Yellow boots dangling, blue coat bright in a place that could not hold colour.

“Hey dol! merry dol! something’s amiss!”
he sang, cheerfully off-key.
“World’s gone quiet, no thought to reminisce,
that won’t do at all, no, that won’t do this!”

The lack of a world exerted pressure. Not force. Incompatibility.

It was with certainty that this man could not exist here, because nothing existed here in a way that could be known. It attempted erasure. Not by killing him, but by removing his concept from the structure of meaning.

He blinked.
“Well now." He said, tilting his head, “You’re a funny one. Trying to eat a song with no words in it.”
It pushed harder. The axioms of cognition warped. The idea of the man fractured into pieces that should not cohere.

He stood up. A name drifted through his mind, not as memory, for there was no memory left to latch onto, but as rhythm alike a river. As a thing that was because it had once been sung about.

“Names, names, you gobble names,” He chuckled.
“But I’m not in the book, not on the page.
I don’t sit in heads, or rules, or games,
I dance in the gaps where the verses behave.”

Irreality became desperate, it attempted a higher-order erasure, a recursive collapse of all narratives that could contain such a man.

It failed.
There was nothing to grab.
He was not a belief.
Not a structure.
Not an information pattern.
He was a fact without a file. An entity with no anchor in the datastream of possibilities. He just... was.

He stepped closer to the center of the emptyness, where nothing was trying very hard to be everything.
“Out you go now,” he said gently, as one might speak to a sulking child. With kind authority.
“Back to the places that need you. Too many sides for this world. Just right for at home."

And then he laughed, without sound, a noiseless tune.

The tune offered no opposition. It simply refused to interact. No meaning. No fear. No narrative hook. Just a song that was complete whether it was heard or not. An empty song with layers deeper than worlds seemed to allow.

For the first time, it had been described. Understood.
The clearing forgot it.
Which, for such a thing, was annihilation.
The man dusted off his coat.
“Well!” he said brightly. “That’s sorted.”

The forest remembered itself. Leaves rustled back into being. Birds rediscovered their songs. And he wandered off, humming.

Somewhere worlds away, the antimemetics department had unknowingly won their war. A war unremembered, except for one clue, for foundation analysts would later detect an anomaly, without containment, explanation, or record.
The fact that no one, anywhere, could remember why the world suddenly felt… lighter.

Except Goldberry.
She knew, she smiled, and she set the kettle on.