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SUPER POWERS THE FLASH W W

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I need some Theodore nott or Mattheo riddle x Gryffindor fem! Reader fluff and maybe soft smut and she’s reading in his lap while he’s leaning against the bedpost reading with her holding the book and Turing the pages while she keeps reading it and it’s super smutty and she just traces his arm veins while they read (and if you decide to make it smutty pls make the reader LOVE LOVE LOVE his hands, abs, arm viens-) can it be a longer fic?

Theodoreee's scenario

Imma see what I can do about the length babes dw about it

You avoided Theodore's eyes because you didn't trust yourself. And for good the reason. Not only did his voice hold a power over you...so did his arms. You were laying in his arms reading The Potrait of Dorian Gray with him. It was an interesting book. If only you could concentrate.

His long fingers gripped the book, a singular one Flipping the page ever so often, his veins on show. You sucked in a deep breath as you tried to focus away from him. You kept reading the same line over and over again.

Your mind however disagreed with the idea of ignoring him, flashing you with images of his arms doing questionable things. Your face flushed slightly as you curled in more into your self.

Theodore Nott was bored out of his mind, The potrait of Dorian Grey was something he'd read a million times. You began to trace his arms bringing his attention to you.

Glancing over at you a small smile light up his face. He notice the light pink on your cheeks, how your eyes were clearly unfocused, how your legs seemed to press together closer than normal.

"What's on your mind love," he had an educated guess but wanted to hear it from you. You didn't respond which only feuled his guess. But he needed to test the theory.

You were incredibly zoned out that you didn't hear him. Theodore smirked and started his attack. One hand held the book and the other hand snaked around your waist. Theodore Nott knew what was going through your mind and he planned to replicate just that.

He flipped a page one handed as his other hand fumbled which your thin shirt. He swore when he first saw you come in, your breasts greeted him first.

He'd been itching to take it off you ever since. He innocently slid his hand up you stomach slowly. You were still calm as having not noticed. He tested the waters and put the book down. You were too zoned out to care.

He wanted to laugh at that but kept calm. Later

He continued his quiet trek up to your breasts he didn't touch them just yet instead his now freed hand journeyed south towards your shorts. He slid past the elastic barrier.

He knew it.

Your cunt was warm and soaking wet, his index finger made contact sending shocks up your spine effectively waking you up. You lurched sending your breast into Teddy's hand. With a smirk he gripped it and with his thumb and index twisted it slightly.

"Teddy~" you gasp which turns into a whimper as he continues his assault. "Theo what ah-" your objections turn into soft mewls.

"Need your shirt off love think you can do that for me," your hands claw at the hem before tossing it. His thick veiny hands around your breasts made you clench around his finger.

Theo's low laugh sent shivers all over you.

"The mere sight of my hand had you clenching so tightly around my finger, look how much of a whore you are..." he falter as you clenched around him again this time rewarding him with an orgasm.

"Fuck, I wish I could take a picture of you," your face was sublime in his eyes. He lowered his head onto your neck and lightly sucked on your neck going down.

"I'll mark you another time love," he said everytime you'd lurch from pleasure. He sucked hard on a piece of your skin leaving a slight mark.

He reached your nipple and with a slight lick electricity shot through you. You jerk causing you ended up face planting into him.

"Shit, love sorry," he said as he pushed you up slightly not quite getting you off him. Now you were sitting on him your knee on both sides of him. You watched as his hands flexed behind him supporting the weight of both of you. His shirt rose up and you locked eyes with his abs, his chest was muscular yes but you'd never really seen beneath it. You reached out and traced it enamoured with his beauty.

With a sharp breath he sat up and his back was against the bed. His shirt slowly and sadlyy moving down. You tore your eyes from his arms trying not to focus on him. His tousled black hair, his soft looking pink lips, his leg opening smile.

Fuck he was gorgeous

Unbeknownst to you, he was watching you watch him. He knew how well his arms turned you on. He knew how much one look from him would have you down and out. He knew how much you were fighting yourself.

He knew.

Even now as you muttered apologies and tried to get of him he knew it was futile.

"Stop, please," he said halting your movements. "Don't move,"

"What? Am I crushing you?" You asked moving even more. His arms reached up and held you down forcing you to stay still. Then you felt it.

Oh

"See what you do to me love," he chuckled. "Moving around so innocently not know what effect you have on me," his hands on you moved you up and down on him. "Want me to stop."

"No," you answer quick and fleeting. "Please." He laughs at your desperation.

"But first tell me what had you clenching your legs earlier hmm, before I decided to have a little fun" he continues moving your hips.

TPC.exe. has crashed

[Your thought processing capabilities have crashed.]

He stops and you whine. "Theodore," he smiles at how his name sounds from your lips.

"Answer me love,"

"You, your"

"Me, My?"

"Arms," you try to continue grinding against him but his hands hold you firmly in place.

"My arms?" He says his voice low. Suddenly he he pushes you off him as he climbs above you while you're wriggling beneath. "Tell me more."

"So strong and-and" your mind is muddled with pleasure.

"All big and strong?" He offers.

"Mhmm," you mumbled losing yourself down the rabbit hole that's called Theodore Nott.

"Fuck," he whispers into your neck. Suddenly he stands up and puts you upright. Accioing your shirt onto you, he carries you bridal style your face falling into his neck. You're confused for a minute till you notice Draco coming and the rest coming in. Theodore makes a manner of talking to you but all you can do is mumble a soft really.

"Look at you Teddy, you've bored to girl to sleep," Draco drawls. Theodore raises his wand and Draco is left pantsed. His silk underwear on show.

"OI!," But Teddy is long gone. When they reach his Dorms Theodore let's you down as he closes the door.

"We don't have to do anything," he whispers although his need seeps through his voice. "What I did earlier if you weren't comfortable or maybe you had a lapse of judgement...

"Maybe I want to do anything," you shyly say meeting his eyes.

"Fuck love," he days before he grabs your waist and brings you closer. "I plan to worship you my love,"

♡Hope it's long enough if not I can add more lmk in the comments♡

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#theodore nott fic #theo nott x reader #theodore nott x reader #theo nott fic #theodore nott fanfiction #theodore nott fluff #theodore nott #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott x you #theodore nott smutt #harry potter

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You Got It, pt. 2

Bada Lee x Reader

Synopsis:

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3

Update: you could dance... a little bit now.

There's no mistaking you as the new Bada Lee, but you could follow easy choreography now. Which isn't much considering the talented dancer herself had been luring you into her dance studio every. single. day. since you guys met.

But it was safe to say you never learnt the choreography to "You Got It".

Instead, you had resorted to trying to film tiktoks of dance trends, which you still found challenging and Bada found amusing.

"You look like a rusty seesaw," the talented dancer laughs as she watches you stiffly move your hips side-to-side.

You huff, crossing your arms, "they're asking too much of me. How can I move my hips and keep to the beat?!"

Shaking her head while chuckling at your flare for the dramatic, Bada finds herself walking over to you. Step-by-step she shows you how to smoothly move your hips without your whole body following, and by some higher power, you can do it!

“I’m doing it, Bada!” You yell gleefully, rushing to hug your mentor.

Your arms wrap around her neck, pulling her closer to you to her surprise. You feel Bada’s arms snake around your waist, your bodies mesh together like puzzle pieces. Her hot breath tickles your neck before you slowly pull away from her, much to Bada’s distaste yet she can’t help but feel warm inside when you flash her an excited smile.

“Let’s film this tiktok before I forget,” you laugh making Bada chuckle in agreement.

As you set up your phone, Bada can’t help but watch your every move with a sense of fondness. She did not expect you to become such a prominent part of her day, seeing you had become a necessity for Bada, so the dancer had resorted to forcing you to come to her studio every day since you walked into her class. There was something magnetic drawing Bada towards you, but she kept quiet about it, not sure whether you felt the same way.

You press start, allowing the “Girls Like Me Don’t Cry” by Thuy play.

You lip sync the beginning before slowly backing up to your place just in front of Bada. When the song transitions into the chorus, you and Bada start to move your hips to the beats.

Unexpectedly, Bada turns you around so your backside is now facing the camera and she places her hands on your hips. You feel your cheeks heat up as you give her a quizzical look, confused on what she’s doing but she continues to move her hips and so do you.

She leans her head down, resting her forehead onto yours, the eye contact going crazzzyyy. You nervously gulp, as you bring your hands around her neck. You forget the tiktok you’re filming as your faces inch closer and closer. You stare at Bada through hooded eyes as hers begin to close while leaning in more, your noses brush against each others and you can feel the exchange of your breaths.

A knock on the studio door startles you and Bada, causing you both to immediately let each other go. The atmosphere between you two turns awkward when a guy walks in, you remember him to be Howl, Bada’s second-in-charge.

You turn to busy yourself with your phone, trying to act natural as if you weren’t a millisecond away from kissing Bada.

Wtf was that y/n? What if she doesn’t even like girls? Thoughts are racing through your mind as you save the tiktok as a draft and then swipe out of the app, noticing that Gigi had messaged you saying she was done with her class now.

You stand up in a seemingly nonchalant way, congratulating yourself for coming off as super natural although you were internally shaking with nerves. Bada and Howl are talking about something in Korean, but you can see Bada glance at you, almost asking you not to go.

But you have to, so you smile awkwardly, clearing your throat, “I’m going to go now Bada, Gigi’s finished her class.”

A disappointed look flashes across her face but nods, “i’ll text you.”

You nod before turning around, speedily walking out of the studio, meeting up with your best friend, who was waiting outside. As you two wait for your Uber to arrive, you hurriedly whisper what just happened between you and Bada, and not surprisingly, Gigi couldn’t help but let out squeals of excitement, catching the attention of a few people who were around.

“Shut up,” you whack Gigi’s arm, “someone’s going to know from your big freaking mouth.”

She rolls her eyes as the Uber arrives, you both hop in and continue the conversation. Gigi turns her entire body in your direction before recalling what you told her, “so let me get this straight. You and Bada were filming a tiktok and she made a move on you but you guys didn’t kiss because Howl walked in?”

“Well I don’t know if she made a move or if I did,” you trail off, “I don’t even know if she’s into girls!”

Gigi laughs, shaking her head, “I think if she was about to kiss you, that would mean she’s into girls.”

Almost as if she knew you two were talking about her, your phone buzzes with a text from the devil herself. Gigi leans over your shoulder so she can also see what Bada has texted you.

Bada 😳

Hellooo

Sorry about Howl coming in

I’m sad you had to go so soon :(

Do you and Gigi want to come to a party tonight???

You share a look with your best friend who dramatically places her hand on her chest, “she’s so into you! Tell her yes, oh my god, y’all are going to start dating and get married!”

Your eyes widen from the intensity of your best friends comment, shaking your head quickly before quickly replying with a “that’s alright! and sounds good, we’ll come tonight!”

As you and Gigi pull up to your guys’ apartment, you thank the Uber and rush to get into your rented home. Bada messaged saying she’ll pick you two up at 8, leaving two hours for you guys to get ready.

You start to ponder on Gigi’s words… could Bada be into you?

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Just as promised, Bada pulled up to your apartment at 8pm on the dot. You couldn’t help but feel a blush form on your cheeks as you entered her car, punctuality is so hot.

Just not as hot as the tall girl smiling at you from the drivers seat. She’s wearing her infamous hat, which is tightened below her chin, a baseball jersey and some cargo pants. Her handsome vibe definitely did not help with the blossoming feelings you were forming for Bada, increasing them tenfold.

As Bada drives to the party, you sneak glances at her whenever you think she’s too busy to notice. Everything about Bada was catching your attention. From the way she’s driving with one hand to the way her tongue poked her cheek whenever another driver got on her nerves.

Everything about Bada was driving you crazy.

You didn’t even notice you three had pulled up to the party residence and that Bada had turned the car off already, not until she spoke your name with a quizzical tone, “y/n you alright? We’re here now.”

Clearing your throat, you nod frantically before stepping out the car. That was so embarrassing, what if she noticed I was checking her out?

Trying not to come off as a weirdo, you shake off your thoughts and follow Bada into the house with Gigi trailing after you. The house was crowded. There were plenty of people around, some were dancing, some were laughing with their friends and some were playing drinking games.

This wasn’t really your vibe, you preferred to stay home and drink with a couple of friends, but you knew this was definitely Gigi’s vibe so being a good friend, you’re going to suck it up and try to enjoy yourself.

Bada leads you to a group of people chatting in the kitchen, you’re assuming these are her friends. You were proven right when she began introducing you to them.

“Guys this is y/n and Gigi,” Bada smiles as she points at you and your best friend. You give them a gentle smile and a shy wave, quietly saying “hi” as Gigi says hello too.

“Y/n, Gigi, this is Redlic,” Bada points to a blonde girl who smiles behind her cup, “and you know these guys from dance class.” Howl, Lusher and Tatter all wave in unison.

Redlic begins speaking in Korean to the group of friends, and they all begin laughing at whatever she said. Trying not to stand there awkwardly, you look over at Gigi, who’s pointing to the drinks table.

“Want a drink?”

“Yes please.”

You both walk, well Gigi pretty much ran, to the table full of alcoholic beverages and began grabbing two soju bottles. “I know you’re supposed to take these as shots but I want to get fucked up since we’re leaving Korea soon.” Gigi pouts as she opens the two bottles, you guys clink and both take a chug at the drink.

It’s a dangerous drink, you think to yourself, as you can barely taste any alcohol. It’s also a dangerous drink because thirty minutes go by and you don’t even notice, you also haven’t seen Bada since she introduced you to her friends.

Feeling a pressure grow in your lower abdomen, you tell Gigi you’re going to the bathroom. She nods and asks if you want her to come, because girlhood, but you tell her not to worry and that you’ll be quick.

You had trouble finding the bathroom. It was a large house, one with many rooms and you just happened to be a victim of the directionally challenged disease. You have never been given the task to give directions, even when you’ve got a gps because you’re somehow going to fuck it up.

As you stumble slightly down a corridor, you find a door that seems like it could be to a bathroom. Something inside you was pulling you towards the door, so it clearly had to be your gut instincts telling you that this is the room you’re looking for.

Pushing the door open, it was not the bathroom.

In fact, it was far from a bathroom. It was the room you felt your soul get crushed in due to the sight before you.

Bada and Redlic were standing in the middle of the room, kissing each other just like you and Bada were close to doing earlier.

You heart shatters but you can’t bring yourself to look away, the sight engraving itself into your memory. At the sound of the door opening and footsteps, Bada pulls herself away from the blonde, seeing the last person she wanted to witness what just happened.

“Y/n, wait-” Bada moves towards you but you, in your state of inebriation, manage to run out the room before she could touch you.

Tears are threatening to spill down your cheeks but you can’t allow yourself to cry. There’s no reason to. It’s not like you and Bada are even together… so why does it hurt so much? Why do you feel like you’re breaking inside?

You find Gigi as you hear your name being called behind you. Ignoring the calls, you grab Gigi and without needing to say anything, Gigi understands the situation and you two rush out of the premises.

No one has followed you outside, much to your relief and dismay. You didn’t want to see or speak to her ever again, but you also wanted her to fight for you and show you that she cares about you. Are you not important enough for Bada to follow you out?

So Bada does like girls… just not me, tears finally drip down your cheeks as you and Gigi hop into your Uber.

As the Uber drives away from the house, you’re completely unaware of the girl standing in the middle street, too late as she watches your car disappear in the distance.

“What have I done?”

hellooo,

i hope you guys are having a great day!

or were, before bada broke your heart :(

anyways, thank you for reading!

lots of love,

j <3

#bada lee x reader #bada lee #bada lee x y/n #reader is a mess

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Here are some cool Easter eggs that I found the newest My Adventures with Superman episode, "My Interview with Superman" Links to my first two easter egg posts for episode 1 and 2 are here and here.

Link to my episode 4 easter egg post is here

Link to my episode 5 easter eggs post is here

Link to my episode 6 easter eggs post is here

Link to my episode 7 easter eggs post is here and here

Link to my episode 8 easter eggs post is here

Link to my episode 9 easter eggs post is here

Link to my episode 10 easter eggs post is here SPOILERS if you have not seen the episode of course:

We start off the episode with an Amazo Tech blimp crashing into a building in Metropolis

You don't see a lot of blimps in Metropolis. Gotham is usually the one with a lot of blimps flying around. If you saw the episode on Adult Swim when it premiered on air you'll know that the next episode involved Professor Anthony Ivo and Amazo Tech. Throughout the previous episodes and this one, the Amazo Tech brand is shown to set up next week's episode. After the scene we go to a break in at Stryker's Island (more on that location later) as we see one of the villains for the episode Mist...

and one of his partners...

Rough House who are trying to break out...

Shiobhan McDougal. If you know your Superman comics, you'll also know here as Silver Banshee.

Kyle/Mist is a VERY old DC supervillain from the 1940s who first appeared in Adventure Comics #47 (1941) as the arch villain to Starman. Mist's design in the comics is RADICALLY different from the show.

MAwS modernized Mist's design compared to here in these comics panels (W: Alfred Bester, P&I: Jack Burnley, C: Raymond Perry, L: Betty Bentley). In the comic Mist's power allows him to turn his body into a gaseous form thus the name. MAwS uses Mist as someone who can turn himself and objects invisible (lowkey when Mist showed up I was like "is that Luminus from Superman the Animated Series?") Fun fact in the comic, we don't know what Mist's last name is. All we know is that his name is Kyle and in the show that is what Rough House calls him on accident but at least he has a last name, McDougal in MAwS.

Rough House makes his first appearance in Adventures of Superman #544 (1997) (W: Karl Kesel, P: Stuart Immonen, I: José Marzán Jr., C: Glenn Whitmore & Digital Chameleon, L: Albert DeGuzman) where we see him rip open a door with his bear hands as a member of Intergang (more on them later).

Siobhan McDougal aka Silver Banshee makes her first appearance here in Action Comics 595 (cover by John Byrne). In the comics Silver Banshee's powers are a lot different than how MAwS does it. Comics Silver Banshee has the Banshee Curse giving her powers like flight, super strength, a death stare, and of course her signature thing, the Death Wail, a sonic scream that can knock someone into a coma or it outright kills them. The version in the show gives Silver Banshee her signature sound manipulation powers through a mask...

which kind of invokes her comic counterpart's skull face design.

Mist and Rough House break into Stryker's Island to free Mist's sister Silver Banshee (in the comics Mist and Silver Banshee have no familial connection). Stryker's Island makes its first appearance in Superman #9 (1987) (W&P: John Byrne, I: Karl Kesel, C: Tom Ziuko, L: John Costanza) where Joker arrives in Metropolis to challenge Superman. Stryker's Island is supposed to be a stand in for Riker's Island in New York even though there is a Riker's Island in the DC Universe because Metropolis is often a reflection of New York City.

The next Easter egg is the scene after where Lois name drops Waid's Cafe as a reference to...

Mark Waid, one the best writers in the comic book industry. In terms of DC work, you might recognize his writing credit on Flash with artist, Brian Augustyn (we miss you Brian), Kingdom Come with painter, Alex Ross, and Superman Birthright with artist, Leinil Yu (highly recommend checking out all three titles). He's also currently writing for Batman/Superman: Worlds Finest with artist Dan Mora, which I also HIGHLY recommend reading. Fantastic writer, super nice person if you ever meet him at a convention.

Later, Jimmy is heard screaming "back you monsters" and we see some more of the Daily Planet staff...

From left to right its Cat Grant (doing the anime high society lady laugh), who runs the celebrity and gossip side of the paper, Steve Lombard, who reports on sports, and Ronnie Troupe, the investigative journalist on the team. Their names were mentioned in the previous episode after taking Lois, Jimmy, and Clark's credit for the Superman piece.

Cat Grant make her first appearance here in the Adventures of Superman #424 (1987) (W: Marv Wolfman, P: Jerry Ordway, I: Mike Machlan, C: Tom Ziuko, L: John Costanza) as a potential love interest to Clark to shake up the Clark-Lois-Superman dynamic. You might've seen her in the live action CW Supergirl show. Like in MAwS, in the comics Cat does the gossip columns writing for the Daily Planet.

Steve Lombard makes his first appearance in Superman #264 (1973) (W: Cary Bates, P: Curt Swan, I: Murphy Anderson) as a foil to Clark Kent. Steve acts very brash and rude to contrast Clark's mild manner and friendly demeanor. Later iterations of Steve give him the mustache that becomes part of his signature design.

In MAwS, Ronnie Troupe is a gender swap of Ron Troupe in the comics who makes his first appearance in the Adventures of Superman #480 (1991) (this page specifically, W: Jerry Ordway, P: Tom Grummett, I: Denis Rodier, C: Glenn Whitmore, L: Albert DeGuzman). Like his MAwS counterpart, Ron is an investigative journalist and very level headed. He was the first to break the story about Cyborg Superman meeting the then PoTUS, Bill Clinton.

A news report on TV in the Daily Planet shows Bethany Snow of Channel 52 News reporting about the break out in Stryker's Island. The logo for Channel 52 News reminds me very much DC's 2005 logo.

As for Bethany Snow and Channel 52 News, Bethany made her first appearance in the New Teen Titans #22 (1982) (W: Marv Wolfman, P: George Perez, I: Romeo Tanghal, C: Adrienne Roy, L: Ben Oda) as a news reporter and follower of the Brother Blood cult.

Later iterations and retcons had Bethany Snow as just a reporter where she does the Channel 52 news in the back end of DC comic titles in 2013.

Freddie E. Williams II is the artist for these as Channel 52 was way to let readers know what is happening in other DC titles that they might want to check out with other DC characters reporters accompanying Bethany as seen in the promotional art with Vartox, Ambush Bug, and Calendar Man. Obviously MAwS redesigned Bethany Snow but they at least kept her occupation.

A quick one but we see Lois call Clark "Smallville" a nickname that has been used in various media involving Clark and Lois.

After news report on TV, we cut to Siobhan, Kyle, and Rough House in their hide out where they name drop their group name, Intergang.

In the comics and other media, Intergang is a world wide crime syndicate who is supplied with powerful high tech weaponry from the evil New Gods of Apocalypse, if you know your DC universe, that is everyone is Darkseid's circle. Intergang first appeared in Superman's Pal, Jimmy Olsen #133 (1970) created by LEGENDARY artist Jack Kirby.

Here in Forever People #1 (1971) (W&P: Jack Kirby, I: Vince Coletta, L: John Costanza), you can see they have direct contact with Darkseid. Originally led by Morgan Edge, later versions of Intergang had leadership change from Joe Danton to Max Danner. Post-crisis, Intergang is led by Bruno Mannheim (the Intergang boss that I am familiar with), his father Moxie Mannheim would later lead Intergang. Current continuity in DC has Bruno still be the leader of Intergang.

In the episode we learn that MAwS version of Intergang is very small time. Siobhan, Kyle, and Rough House rob convenience stores and make smash and grab runs. But maybe MAwS will move Intergang in the criminal syndicate direction in the future who knows.

After the Intergang scene we cut to Lois, Jimmy and Clark walking up to the front of Stryker's and Jimmy mentions something interesting about convincing the warden to spill on the government's... (read Jimmys quote in the screenshot to complete the sentence)

The term meta-human has its roots in the DC Universe if you did not know! The term was first used here in Invasion #1 (1988) (W: Keith Giffen and Bill Mantlo, P: Todd McFarlane, I: P. Craig Russell, C: Carl Gafford, L: Gaspar Saladino)

In the comic, the Dominators discover that certain humans have what is known as the meta-gene which grants them powers when under a lot of duress and so to test this they rounded up a group of humans and experimented on them with only 6 surviving who gained powers. The Dominators conclude that the human population must be eliminated or there will be a rise in meta-humans on Earth.

How does the government, according to Jimmy, connect to all this. is a possible nod to one of the plot points in Doomsday Clock where the idea that 90% of DC's meta-humans are from the US and they have been engineered by the government. This conspiracy, in the comic is known as the Superman Theory.

This here is one part of the back matter you can read at the end of Doomsday Clock # 5 (2018) (W: Geoff Johns, P&I: Gary Frank, C: Brad Anderson, Back Matter Design: Amie Brockway-Metcalf). Later the trio, specifically Lois, steals the warden's ID badge and were able to access where Siobhan was kept. On the ID the warden's name is Agatha Zorbatos, who's first appearance in the comics was in Batman #23.4 (2013), as the warden of Blackgate Penitentiary in Gotham

Obviously her design in the comic is drastically different from how she looks in the show. The one on your right is from Batman Eternal #4 (2014) (Story: Scott Snyder & James Tynion IV, Script: John Layman, Consulting Writers: Tim Seeley & Ray Fawkes, P: Dustin Nguyen (my favorite comic book artist of all time), I: Derek Fridolfs, C: John Kalisz, L: Rob Leigh).

At the climax of the episode we see more of the alien crystal that Superman encountered last episode from the tech that MAwS Intergang used and it strangely looked familiar. I wouldn't be surprised if the animation team were fans of Neon Genesis Evangelion especially with the way the robots were designed in the first part of episode one and here how the crystal reshapes itself like the angel Ramiel. Also since I'm at my 30 image limit here and I can't post anymore, I also want to point out that the poster that Siobhan has in her cell was a cat with the words "Believe it" over its head I like to believe that is a Naruto reference because the dub has Naruto say "believe it" all the time. I guess I'm gonna be doing the Easter Eggs and references for each episode so expect this to be a weekly thing. I hope you all enjoy my doing this If you made it down here and want to see my first two easter eggs and reference posts for episodes one and two are here and here.

My post of episode three's easter eggs is here

My post of episode five's easter eggs is here

My post of episode six's easter eggs is here

My post of episode seven's easter eggs is here and here

My post of episode eight's easter eggs is here

My post of episode nine's easter eggs is here

My post of episode ten's easter eggs is here

#My Adventures with Superman #Superman #Clark Kent #Lois Lane #Jimmy Olsen #Amazo #Amazo Tech #Professor Ivo #Anthony Ivo #Professor Anthony Ivo #Mist #DC Mist #DC Comics Mist #Kyle McDougal #Starman #Adventure Comics #Rough House #Silver Banshee #Siobhan McDougal #Stryker's Island #Strykers Island Penitentiary #Striker's Island Penitentiary #Cat Grant #Steve Lombard #Ronnie Troupe #Ron Troupe #Ronald Troupe #Bethany Snow #Channel 52 News #New Teen Titans

[valentine-writes]

Spot nation is here humbly requesting again u-u One of your recent works breifly touched on The Spot getting protective over an upset reader. Would love to read your take on expanding that concept. :^] Make it as lighthearted or serious as you like! Maybe the reader has to tell him to chill out instead. Like, we love you queen but take it easy. No worries if this isn't smthn you want to do! Loving your writing in general! Take care :>

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「 tws + notes: POSSIBLE FLASH WARNING FOR THE GIF BELOW THE CUT?? (jus to be safe!! idk if this is needed or not-), no tws, unedited, super silly moment from me im not in a slash srs mood 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

↳ ft. johnathan ohnn/the spot

author's note: AUWWHJWAB HELLO!!! u are so so polite omg thank u so much ! ^_^ i luv tha enthusiasm i've been seein from spot nation tbh!!! o((>ω< ))o i'd be happy to expand on that hc! im gon make it a little teeny tiny bit more lighthearted becuz i luv myself some silly hcs but here we go!! super duper soz if itz a bit short anon </3

▸ i think i like writing the spot as a silly lil dude who is jus tryin so so hard. but also he did work for Fucked Up Evil and Co. (alchemax is just brimming w/ all sorts of brilliant minds with horrifying ideas in the name of science. kingpin ran this shit and would not have it any other way) like he's not beyond being an absolute menace he just didn't have the means for it at the beginning of the movie. so we're gonna keep it lighthearted and silly but,,,

we're gonna keep this in mind too, yeah?

▸ you're incredibly dear to him. he's become a little more protective than he usually would be (can't have you being taken away from him! not after literally everyone else in life life ditched–) and it's just the littlest bit unhealthy.

he really does mean well! you just find yourself reminding him to dial it down a bit.

▸ especially after he's gotten a hang of using his powers?... he's got the means to keep you from harm. he may still be insecure about his appearance, but those thoughts can be (temporarily) satiated when he knows what he can do.

the power at the multiverse, in the palm of his hand

i mean. you can't expect him to not want to defend you with it.

▸ you remind him, time and time again that he really doesn't need to check up on you that frequently. in spite of this, he can't help peeking into a portal, just to check on you here and there.

"i swear to you, i'll be fine." you tell him, time and time again- and he trusts you, he really does. but it doesn't hurt to be absolutely, positively, 100% certain, right?

▸ on the days you're upset because of a particularly bad day (not specifically conflict with people, just little things or internal issues, etc, etc... the Horrors,,,,) he offers the support he knows that he'd want.

if you're a person who's obvious with their emotions, he's pretty okay with picking up the cues you're not doing fine. will start up a conversation and then awkwardly ask if you're doing okay.

it's a little more tricky if you're subtle. overtime, he learns what to look for- little signs that indicate you're not doing well- and ensures that he's straightforward in asking about how you're feeling.

and sometimes, he able to sense that something is off. there's a tension in the air neither of you want to talk about, a feeling in his bones that he can't quite shake. he dislikes this the most. mainly because it's easy to attribute this feeling to overthinking. he'll check up on how you're feeling anyways. even if it takes a while to muster the courage.

without fail, he feels his heart break a bit when you look up at him with the saddest expression he's seen on your face. your frown is almost painful to see :(

he's got a very formulaic strategy in his mind that he uses to help you deal with bad days

something like this mefinks,,,

[ step a: he starts by asking what's going on with you... ask how you're feeling and all that. if your mood is negative, he'll try to ask why and if you wanna talk about it ]

if you choose to take up the offer, go to step b. if you refuse, go to step c.

[ step b: listen! provide support, be attentive. he'll let you rant, scream about it (ok maybe not too loud though, but,, y'know. if it helps, it helps), cry- anything. if you do cry, go to step d ]

[ step c: distract!! distract, distract, distract. you got a favourite comfort show or movie? he tells you: hey, you haven't watched it in a while (even if you have), why don't we put it on? your favorite video game? he'll play with you! talk about your favorite things or talk about nothing while you grab a snack or drink. he knows avoiding stuff isn't gonna work for long term problems, but he's more than willing to cheer you up ]

[ step d: SILENTPANICSILENTPANIC... internally he's just kinda freaking out because it's hard to see you cry. he's not awful with comfort- just a little stiff, y'know? much better with distractions. but in the event of you crying: he'll rub your back, wrap his arms around you. or give you space (depending on what you need) probably goes "hey, no, no no- it's okay, it's okay-" while attempting to soothe you. gives you time to cry it out while he babbles reassurances under his breath. ]

he really does try his best (´꒳｀。)

▸ if you're beefing with someone and it's making you upset, he'll listen to you complain about them. out here nodding and agreeing with you like he was there to witness. again, he's got your back!!

(this part partially inspired by @//spdrslayr 's posts!!) in interest of cheering you up,,, you two make fun of the person.

if you're someone to openly bitch about someone and aren't afraid of getting a little mean behind someone's back,, he's making fun of them too.

of course, if you're like "noo,, but like,,, that's mean-" he's quick to remind you what they did. like they had the audacity, there's no need to be sorry.

if you're consumed by harrowing guilt anytime you're remotely rude (even behind someone's back) he'll tone the jokes down. just a little. he can be VERY a little out of pocket.

likes watching you try not to lose it, stifling laughter, as you share a moment over mutual hatred for said person

"hey– that wasn't.. that wasn't funny–" you're snicker, doing very little to hide the obvious smile on your face. he loves seeing your face brighten, the frown on it now replaced with a grin you just can't hold back

he's gonna crack jokes about them randomly too in your conversations. he's good at holding a grudge yeah,,, but at least in this case he's funny abt it. it's lowkey starting to sound like he was wronged instead of you.

▸ if someone hurts you? that's a whole other story. (hehe. whole- my bad.)

being inconsiderate, rude, and mean to you is one thing, but bringing physical harm to you?

he can't stand the idea that someone would want to harm you. it doesn't matter what happened in the events leading to it. he knows you didn't deserve it. he knows it. the minute he sees the tears stinging in your eyes,, the bruising on your body– the blood–

someone's going to have to answer for it.

(but im not talking abt him tryin to rock someone's shit becuz that would be 10x longer blehhhh :p)

#possible flash warning #the spot atsv #across the spiderverse #atsv #atsv x reader #the spot #the spot x reader #the spot headcanons #johnathan ohnn #johnathan ohnn x reader #johnathon ohnn #johnathon ohnn x reader #again tagging for this guy. ueueueueueu.... soundsns of cryhing....

[ilikepjo24]

OMG FINALLY someone talks about Octavian If u don't mind me inputting this, but it's mentioned in The Hidden Oracle by Apollo that Octavian was duped by Gaea,, plus there's super strong parallels between Nero/Nero's Adopted Demigod Children and Octavian (that nobody addresses) and if that aligns with the absolute W takes you've been chugging out I think I won't tear my hair out over him tonight

Octavian was, in my opinion, the funniest dude character in Heroes of Olympus. He sounded like a demonic toddler mixed with your middle school weird nerd 🤣 This fandom should definitely take advantage of that comedic potential. Plus, he has no backstory, which gives us endless creative freedom. Why wouldn't I talk about him?

And if you scroll a bit on my blog you'll see that picking up stray aggressive, mean characters and defending them like my life depends on it is sort of my thing, so it was only a matter of time until Octavian caught my eye.

Unfortunately, I have not read the Trials of Apollo yet. I got the first book of that series during the winter holidays, and I haven't started it yet 😅 but I've seen a couple of spoilers, so I'd really want Octavian to have survived Heroes of Olympus and be in the Trials of Apollo. One of the reasons being that I didn't want him to die at all, but other than that, Apollo getting kicked out of Olympus and living amongst mortals and needing their help? Octavian would eat that up, I'm telling you.

He'd follow Apollo on his journeys and that would give him sooo much time for character development. Plus, being essentially "kicked out" of Camp Jupiter to be send to a quest with a god you user to be obsessed with but then sort of manipulated you could be written as a punishment due to Octavia's actions and could help trigger a redemption arc.

And all the prophets having issues with their powers because Apollo is not amongst the gods anymore? As an augur, that would affect Octavian as well. He may have had flashes of the future or all that other overwhelming suffering stuff we see other prophets have, and Lester would help him with that, while they also help other prophets.

Octavian surviving the Heroes of Olympus and being in the Trials of Apollo would be ground for character development, bonding dynamics, a backstory, a redemption arc, a healing arc, maybe a power up? 👀👀 There were SO many opportunities and it's a waste that Riordan threw that away.

#Octavian #pjo octavian #octavian pjo #octavian hoo #hoo octavian #octavian simmons #octavian #heroes of olympus #hoo #percy jackson tv series #percy jackson #percy jackson tv show #pjo #pjo fandom #pjo hoo toa #the trials of apollo #toa #lester #apollo #rick riordan #rick riordan critical

[sparrow-stunned]

If you're still accepting requests, can you do a manipulative yandere Zhongli? One where darling has no idea how terrible of a person he is, where he's the only one they can rely on, completely blind to the trail of bodies in his wake.

I really love everything you write, it's everything I'm looking for in fics. You're super talented and I hope you can always be happy and proud of your work.

notes: quite late, but finally completed! i also had another version of how to fill this in mind, but i'll shelve that for later. also, thank you for the lovely words, anon content warning: yandere behaviour, unhealthy relationship, unequal power dynamic, manipulative behaviour, brief mention of character death (not reader). you know the drill at this point—reader discretion is advised. word count: 1.2k

oh, what could light ever know of shadows | yan zhongli x reader

Another dead end. Quite literally. The man you’d been searching for, the one with news about your family right at the tip of his tongue, words that could have bloomed from his throat, now lifeless. Zhongli stands next to you when you finally identify the man, washed up on the shore, body bloated and rotting.

You stagger back, the weight of the sky tumbling down, smashing onto the loose sand beneath your shoes. “What—I’m—Please, no—” you choke out. 

Zhongli put his fingers over your eyes, gentle and calm like the waves lapping at shore, before steering you away from the sight. “You shouldn’t look,” Zhongli says softly, so you don’t. Numb, you let yourself walk aimlessly, body propped up by his touch, until your feet finally meet steady earth. Zhongli hums and finally releases your eyes from his grasp. You stare downward, afraid of the bright colours across the horizon, too cheerful to bear. 

“Sit,” he says, hand at the small of your back, nudging you down. You sink down onto the grassy hill.  “You’ve become unsteady from shock.”

“Is he really…” You dig your nails into the flesh of your palm, trying to keep your voice even. Bang your fist helplessly against your thigh. “I’ve looked so long, Zhongli. So long! Finally, there’s a clue, and now—!”

 Your voice breaks.

“I know,” he says simply—and he does. You tell him everything. How you’ve been separated from them as a child, how you’ve been looking ever since. “Rest. I’ll handle the… discovery.”

A shift of fabric besides you lets you know he’s gone. “That’s the man,” you hear him tell the Millileth soldier stationed nearby, voice low. “My friend here has been searching for him, but now…” The conversation filters in and out, pieces you find yourself too tired to try to hold onto. “Ah, yes, I understand… Of course we will cooperate to the fullest of our abilities.” 

You rub at the corner of your eyes, lost. A year of investigations had turned up nothing, until word came of a man who’d been last seen in the area of your childhood home, the night your parents had disappeared.

He’d been asking around, you’d heard, of a child who’d been left behind.

So close, but still nothing to show for it. 

Zhongli returns to you, and with his amber eyes, carefully watches as you wallow in your misery. He says nothing, merely offering the silence of his company. Waiting.

“I…” You swallow a sob. “I thought this time, we’d finally find something. But still… nothing. You’ve helped me so much…” Potential leads, information, time. All for naught. “I don’t know how to repay you. Or how to apologize for wasting your time.”

“I volunteered to help you,” Zhongli says, resting his hands together. The sea breeze ruffles through his hair, brown locks fluttering. His words are light, forgiving. “You do not have to apologize for taking what is freely given. No matter what, I will be here. We are friends, are we not?”

You feel even worse—because the thought comforts you, that he’ll be here for you, even through this endless, endless search. 

“Zhongli,” you whisper, leaning your head onto his shoulder, burrowing your face into his suit. The corner of your eyes prickles from a sudden flash flood of hot tears. “What would I ever do without you?”

Zhongli quirks an eyebrow, even knowing that you won’t see. “Is that a rhetorical question, dear friend?”

“No,” you mumble. The nails of your hand dig hard onto the hem of his suit. “Yes. I don’t know.” 

Zhongli remains silent. 

What Zhongli does not mention is this: that the body had been thrown from the tallest peak of Guyun Forest, where the man had made his temporary home, that the nuisance of the truth had been lost to the sea in this way. That your parents are searching for you too, a wealthy family from Fontaine separated from their child under unfortunate circumstances, divided by enemies seeking their riches. That they’ve sent people after people to seek you out from the vast crowds of people in Liyue.

But you know none of this, because every day that passes, you remember less and less of your mother and father. Memories were surprisingly fragile, easily disturbed and easily changed.

Would you ever know how much effort it took to keep you from them? How many charms he’d had to cast, how many people he’d lead astray, how many untruths he’d told? How much he’d made you forget? How much blood covered his hands?

If Zhongli made his calculations correctly, you’d never know, because what Zhongli does not say is this: the truth. Because when the autopsy comes, it will contain no mention of shattered bones, as if the man had been tossed from the heavens itself by a dragon lord. Because Zhongli knows all the right people in all the right places, and he knows how to play them too, as well as he does the politics of Liyue.

After all, the exchange for Rex Lapis’ authority came with a price, one that Ningguang was happy to pay with blind eyes and deaf ears.

My lord, Ningguang had said with no small amount of amusement as she spun her pipe between her graceful fingers. You know that you could suffocate a human with this much smothering, right? Perhaps you ought to loosen your grip. 

Better in my hands than in another's, he’d answered. And maybe Guizhong was right. Maybe Morax could never understand mortals the same way she’d been able to. But when you’d stumbled into the Funeral Parlour, asking for his name, it didn’t matter—because Zhongli knows this feeling, this tightening of his throat when he sees you, the urge to tuck you away so that none may gaze upon you…

And most importantly, Zhongli knows it to be true. Love is love. Twisted, but love nonetheless. 

Morax has not gained his seat by playing nice. Zhongli neither.

He may have not caused you to be separated from your parents, but what is done is done. You’re one of his people now, raised and grown in Liyue under his skies. Fate could have made you invisible to him, but you’d come to him, desperate eyes and pleading voice. Soft and sweet, like drifting osmanthus flowers.

You cannot go back. He cannot either.

So to your question, Zhongli does not answer. Instead, what Zhongli does is this: tucks a strayaway strand of hair behind your ear, care shown toward the plucking of glaze lilies condensed in his soft touch. The tip of his finger, the delicate cloth of his glove, it lingers ever-so-briefly… He’s loath to let go. Especially when he so rarely allows himself to show such intimate affection. 

Not for lack of trying, but because he knows you’re not at the point where he wants you: wholly dependent, unable to think of anyone else but him. He wants you pliant and willing, wants you to love him as much as he does you. He wants you to have you at the edge, teetering toward total hopelessness, on the verge of being broken.

And at that moment, Zhongli will piece you back together, exactly how he wants you.

So.

“You’ll get through this,” Zhongli says quietly, schooling his voice into sympathy. “I’ll be here.”

“...Promise?”

Zhongli rests his hands over yours, and hums. The heat of your flesh bleeds through even the gloves, and he wants so badly, to press his lips to your skin and sink his teeth down. “Promise," he finally says, filing down the sharp glint of his eyes until they're deceptively soft.

It’s difficult, waiting for the right opportunity. But he knows patience—in the end, Zhongli outlasts all. 

In the end, Zhongli always wins. 

#yandere zhongli x reader #yandere zhongli #yandere genshin imagines #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #psyche.writes #psyche.answers #anonymous asks

[lale-txt]

Raffle Prize: Riot w/ Whitebeard & gn!reader

a/n: 3rd raffle prize for my beloved @secretsnailor (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ♡ Bee asked for a scenario where reader gets injured during a battle and Whitebeard just goes off with some comfort afterwards. my dear, it's always so much fun writing Whitebeard for you, thank you for the fun prompt and congrats again for being one of the lucky winners! ♡

contains: mention of blood (nothing super descriptive but reader suffers a hit on the head)

word count: 1k

It all happened within the blink of an eye.

You had let your guard down, irritated by someone calling out your name in the midst of the battle. Was it your imagination? Was it one of your comrades in need of help? It was impossible to figure out what was happening in the storm of voices and gunshots surrounding you, the sound of swords clashing ringing in your ears. In the corner of your eye you made out a kaleidoscope of blue and orange flames, and somewhere to your right you noticed Izou and Thatch standing back to back as they made the enemies drop like flies.

Panic rose in your chest when you couldn’t make out the broad silhouette of Whitebeard in the fray; you would have assumed that a man of his height would be easy to spot, but he had disappeared from your sight completely. Did something happen to him? Was it him who called out your name? You slashed at some foe who had the audacity to underestimate you and just when you were about to move forward, a sharp pain flashed through you with an intensity that drove you to your knees. The back of your head was throbbing, you felt dizzy, trying to understand what just happened.

You tried to breathe through the pain with gritted teeth, your vision blurry from the impact and blood dripping down your face. Leaving your back unguarded, what a foolish mistake. All because your heart had yearned for Edward, sorrow bubbling up in it and making you drop your guard before you could have convinced yourself that he was fine; he was the strongest after all. You whined as you reached for the open wound. Nothing Marco couldn’t fix, but until then you somehow had to make it out of here alive.

“What happened? Who did this to you?”

A voice so low and threatening, a big hand scooping you up carefully. You feel warm skin against yours and don’t need to open your eyes to know that he was here now, that you were safe. Your fingers claw into his coat while you still try not to black out from the pain pulsating through every fiber of your body. You mumble out Edward’s name weakly, making him tense up, blind rage flaring up in his stomach – caused by seeing the love of his life hurt like that, by his own irresponsibility to leave you unguarded for a heartbeat, by the horde of bastards who were foolish enough to pick a fight with his family in the first place.

He’s gonna bring them down, one by one.

You feel Whitebeard’s grip around your waist tighten and hear him calling out for Marco, his voice roaring over the battlefield. His whole body vibrates under your fingertips and you can’t tell if it’s the adrenaline rushing through his veins or if it’s his devil fruit ability, barely contained. He puts you down near some big rock, hidden away from the eyes of others by the tall grass surrounding it.

Your vision is still blurred and you can feel your consciousness slipping away slowly, but you don’t fight it – with Whitebeard’s big calloused hand brushing over your cheeks he reassures you that you’re safe now. A few heartbeats later and you make out Marco’s voice, the two men talking in hush voices, until you feel the soothing cold of the phoenix’ flames encasing you. You sigh from the instant pain relief.

“See? All patched up, yoi.” Marco rests a hand on top of your hand and turns toward Whitebeard. “What now, pops?” “I’m gonna put an end to this.”

You rest your still throbbing head against the rock, grateful for Marco’s healing powers, and rub your eyes, blinking away the blood and the dirt, enough to see Whitebeard’s broad back as he walks into the midst of the battlefield, one fist clenched around his naginata. The jolly roger tattoo is hit directly by the sun and once again you’re reminded of how deep his love and devotion runs – for his found family and for you.

The whole air seems electrified once he goes off, unleashing the incredible power he holds and teaching the foe a lesson on humility. You hear the cheerful cries of your crewmates as you lean back smiling, letting the rumbles of his devil fruit powers comfort you. Marco standing next to you whistles through his teeth and flies off once again after exchanging a smile and making sure that you’re okay, knowing well that a certain someone will come pick you up in a heartbeat anyway.

And so when a little later your favorite voice calls out your name, you open your eyes again and beam, reaching out for him to pick you up. Whitebeard is gentle with you, a sheer contrast to the way he just routed the other crew a few minutes prior. He has both hands wrapped around you and lifts you up close to his face where you nuzzle in the crook of his neck, your fingers twirling around the golden curls of his. You feel his pulse under you, heart still beating fast from the rush earlier, and whisper his name against his skin. 

“I’m sorry for letting you out of sight. Does it still hurt?” You shake your head and smile when he places a kiss on your cheek, handling you as if you were made of glass. “I was just being reckless for a moment. And because I couldn’t make you out in the crowd…”

You mumble the last part, a little bit flustered, but Whitebeard just laughs out loud, his whole body shaking from it. He squeezes you tighter and seeks your gaze, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. The way he looks at you can only be described as full of love and longing. After all, you are the owner of his heart; cracked it wide open and filled it with flowers, written your name all over its walls. 

“Now let's get you home. After this day all I’m craving is some booze and lay down with you…”

#whitebeard #edward newgate #whitebeard x reader #edward newgate x reader #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece reader insert #one piece scenario #one piece imagine #lale's anniversary raffle

[lizzie-is-here]

just got emotionally fucking annihilated by wakanda forever

but i also wanna talk about it! warning for spoilers and general rambling below 👇

ok, let’s start with parallels CAUSE THERE WERE SO MANY

first off, the comparison of shuri and killmonger 👀

it really does make sense, especially when you think ab how they both “go against” tradition, rejecting the standards. t’challa (rip ilysm) still wanted to please the elders, even if he had more progressive ideas (ie: sandals for his first day

also i’m so fucking glad they didn’t try to cgi chadwick in. it would’ve felt disrespectful and i think it was handled beautifully

her sparing namor the same way t’challa spared those he fought (saving zemo, helping bucky, trying to help killmonger)

the dialogue callbacks bro. fuckin “show him who you are,” had me sobbing. “vengeance is consuming us” babes, shuri, i’m crying.

her being angered by loss and snapping at nakia like t’challa snapped at zuri when he realized killmonger’s identity

also i absolutely love riri. i was a bit apprehensive going in, but i think they executed her well without just making her a replacement for tony. that being said, he would absolutely adore her

the parallel of her going too high and running out of oxygen and later turning it on namor in the same way mirrors tony’s suit frosting over and doing the same to stane 😭

the silent flashes of t’challa took my breath away. the silence really compounded just how empty and quiet their grief is.

seeing shuri try so hard in the opening and not even being able to say goodbye was so sad, and you can see her thoughts racing later on when she successfully synthesizes the heart-shaped herb. it’s a sort of “what if i’d thought of this earlier?” “who would still be alive?” “how could i have missed this?” sort of feeing

onto details!

the new black panther suit is stunning 🤩 the gold and silver details along with the dots that almost look like pearls, mirroring the ones she wears at the funerals? it shows that even if she is the leader of wakanda now, she’s still very young, still grieving her many losses

the tech and ai has really been amped up. shuri’s ai and her different interfaces looked amazing. also the ai (who i think is grio but i couldn’t tell) reminds me of jarvis. mainly in the orange blob department

the dora milaje looked stunning as ever, and seeing some new tech for them was exciting

THE VIBRANIUM THAT MELTED INTO THE CARS ALSKDKDKFKLDDK OBSESSED TONY WOULDVE LOVED THAT SHIT

talokan was gorgeous, even if it did violently trigger my thalassophobia

ummm everett and valentina being married (well, divorced) was a plot point i was not expecting. hope to see him in the thunderbolts tho he’s very slay

fucking 👏 t’challa 👏 junior 👏

i broke down right then and there

took me right out

i won’t lie the people of talokan gave me avatar vibes but i did like the touch of them having siren-like voices.

also namora was pretty so that’s a win

ok i get that it’s a movie. but realistically, i’d they’re fighting this massive underwater force, why not just call any other super powered avenger????

like for movie’s sake yeah it’s all fine but like if i were in the mcu living that shit i’d be like “let’s just call thor. have him like electrocute the water. or doctor strange. he did that cool water thing in endgame that had literally no purpose except to give him screen time. or wanda, we all know she ain’t really dead bffr”

AYO IS GENERAL NOW??? I LOVE OKOYE BUT THATS A SLAY

ALSO SHES GAY??????

I SAW THAT KISS AT THE END 👀👀👀👀

man i love m’baku so much. he’s just. ugh

ok in better terms, i think i like him so much because he is first presented as a chad, almost. he’s strong, a bit dumb, and leads the isolated tribe.

but then you interact w him and find out he’s incredibly emotionally empathetic and kind, and reaches out to shuri as a helping hand, a person to lean on.

i just really appreciate him okay 🥺😭

overall, stunning. 10/10, fifth time in a row that marvel’s made me cry at one of their movies.

aka black widow (bc yelena and the ending), shang-chi (bc gotdamn let me cry ab the chinese representation), no way home (cause duh), love and thunder (BC HE ADOPTED HER BITCH WHAT) and now this

stunning, showstopping, say what you will about marvel but damn they know how to make me cry

#marvel #avengers #wakanda forever #black panther #black panther wakanda forever #black panther: wakanda forever #shuri black panther #princess shuri #queen ramonda #mcu namor #nakia #t’challa #shuri udaku #chadwick boseman #rip chadwick boseman #letitia wright #lupita nyong'o #wakanda forever spoilers

[mr-something-0r-another]

I tend to do mostly one shots, I say as more than half of the fics I have up currently have more than one chapter, but I'm wanting to do something bigger. Just not sure which to start with. And yes, I have most of these planned out, as well as begun writing them. I'm just not sure what I should focus on currently. And no, these aren't the official names. (I struggle with titles)

BirdFlash Slowburn HS/College AU:

BirdFlash w/ powers and superhero stuffs, and they also go to the same highschool. Current plan is to only have Dick and Wally attend the same highschool, but we've got some other supers of their generation in the hero side. Super slow, and long. Identity shenanigans, Dick is a theatre kid, they won't confess until in or after college (but don't worry it, opens on senior year), they will be Robin and Kid Flash at the beginning but will morph into Nightwing and Flash just cause I want to play with a little bit of cannon. probably gonna be super long, and will take me a year or more to complete.

Captain Marvel Lawsuit:

Both carol and billy (in their respective universes) facing lawsuits and media backlash, because they copied off of a fictional superhero. So, we've got the Avengers helping Carol, and Jon and Damian and some Justice League helping Billy. In Carol's (the Marvel universe) DC is the main comics company. And In Billy's (the DC universe) Marvel is the main comics company. Idk, just thought it'd be funny cause it's a real lawsuit between DC and Marvel. And I don't really like them calling Billy 'Shazam', because that's his power activation thing and it just seems weird, he can't even introduce himself as a hero.

Avengers Vacay Shenanigans:

Basically a crackfic of shenanigans. Like, they're staying at a rented cabin for a week or so. And what place would have enough rooms? So roommates, I think they might almost die for the sake of breakfast, and there may be the slightest bit of angst (which will just be me projecting about my own angsty mac and cheese experience onto Clint), other than that relatively fluffy shenanigans that would ensue on one of their vacations. I'm definitely pushing both friendships and relationships in this one. Current plan includes WinterFalcon, estabed Scott/Hope, Clint/Loki, platonic Science Bros, platonic Steve + Bucky + Sam, platonic Clint + Sam (honestly, geeks), platonic Bucky + Loki (admiring their geeks), platonic Natasha + Thor (competitive besties?), ect.

HalBarry Domestic Dreams:

Similar to a Superbat idea from frownyalfred,(https://www.tumblr.com/frownyalfred/738620242981470208/fic-idea-a-world-where-clark-and-bruce-both-get?source=share), like I think that's where this idea originated from. Simply thought it months later, and had to hunt down the og for this post. ANYWAYS, Barry and Hal have been having the same dreams, a continuous plot of a domestic life between the two. But it's kinda weird to mention to your coworker that you've been having ultra realistic dreams about being in a relationship with him. right? So they both stay silent. However, they know things that they wouldn't know if it weren't for the dreams, random phrases, or actions, all that fun stuff. So, cue awkwardness. Might be a bit of a slowburn but not as much as the BirdFlash one.

BatArrow bonding over billionaires, kids, vigilantes, and the fucking media:

the media basically forces Bruce and Ollie into a relationship, after seeing them having lunch together once and that was a business meeting. They end up fake dating, for the media, then they start to see the benefit of having another single father billionaire around. So they bond over that, and start to become official. Eventually they have the inevitable superhero secret identity reveal, and turns out their dating the coworker that they only tolerate. But they learned to love each other in the hero side too. They just deserve some love. Where else to get it from other than your childhood friend/repeated hookup/coworker?

#fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #dc comics #avengers #dcu #marvel #birdflash #halbarry #captain marvel #fanfic poll #fanfic planning #batarrow #marvel polls #dc poll

[siremasterlawrence]

The Handler’s Red Carpet Express 3 & 4

The success of my launch party with BAFTA aid is week known so my appearance at the lots of many Hollywood executives soon lead to submissions galore.

Part 1 - 2

Tyler Hoechlin is magnetic walking across the red carpet tonight something has gotten into him that my spirit driving him ever on forward.

He smiles so bright the light glistening on his teeth he blows me the camera a kiss he is waving his hand and demanding so much attention.

No one has ever seen him so happy with the camera men before taking one position like pose one way other than that and the crowd is so exciting.

The lights of the camera crew flashes going on blinding him in a fleeing sea of lights on and off clicking away the sound messing with his head.

Everything begin to slow down to a cruel a heavy weight off his body is unleash in a shocking wave hitting him head on in a life of fire.

Another hot, sexy and beautiful steadily sturdy stud man stops next to him with love, light, power and passion consuming him in a white glow.

He spun a bit feeling the man’s arms on his shoulders letting it spread over the man’s entire width groping it he yanks him closer to his body.

The flashing conquers both wiping away all fears, worries and desires because all they can do is wait for further commands to be given.

The other man is former Titans star known as Brenton Thwaites is in the mood as well as I notice a cock sprang forward in his suit pants.

The active flesh overacting into a myriad of cum explosion his facial expression are trying to hide as his brain cell die out on live tv.

My reporter walks straight forward toward them as the crowd is pumped for this super star studded event and Tyler follows suit ok cumming.

The man guides them to side by the red and gold blinds shoving them in playfully as they join the ranks of my loyal Hollywood pets or slaves which ever you prefer.

Inside there is a long set of stairs to the base of the bottom floor they both descend down the swirling staircase. Meanwhile two Men appearColton Haynes is at the welcoming desk he is getting a champagne glass as he takes a sip he can see silhouette in the shade of yeh red and gold blinds.

Australia star Brenton Thwaites walks on to the scene and soon the world stops making sense of anything and everything in utter life’s existence.

“Hey Colton over here buddy…what’s up?” Brenton yells at him.

“Hey Brenton! Waiting for the festivities?” Colton asks.

“Hell Yeah!” He says prepped for a high five.

“So do you even know what this is about?”

“To be honest no clue”

“Me Either! I am not sure why but…”

“You felt compacted to come”

“Exactly “

“Same here”

“Things are shaking up “

“You noticed then”

“I kind of like it actually I am embracing it”

“You are embracing your darkness”

“Oh God! Why am so hot?l

“Me too…I feel wet”

“Fuck”

“Ffffuuuuccccckkkk”

“Gentlemen! Excuse me ! Follow me please “

Part 3 - 4

The time for fun has come and gone so the real party begins when Tom Ellis gets hit with a spotlight encroaching on him ever so closer.

Stephen Amell is standing right next to him in surprise they both stare at the crowd in a cool style give a shrug with their shoulders in disbelief

“Oh How Cute? Two best pals”

“Who is this?”

“Is this a prank”

“Trick Or Treat”

“Neither! Fuck Off”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Sinister laugh you got their pal”

“I’m aware it’s just for you “

“My two good fellows…do me a favor and”

“I said to fuck ….”

“SLEEP”

“Ooooohhhh Mmmyyyy Goooodddd”

“The audience gasps”

“Perform routine debauchery”

“Yes Master!”

They start to smile hands on each other in a warm embrace, a jaw dropping kiss, clothes disrobing in to the air, and most importantly a whip transports in to Tom’s hand and he whips his pals ass till it is red.

“Thank you and goodnight everyone “

“Say goodnight guys “

“Goodnight friends “

“Take A Bow”

They take a bow disappearing into the night in a flash of smoke slowly filling the room to the top and memory of this event is erased throughout the world.

“Enjoy your stay Mr. Evans” the hotel bell hop says to an exhausted Chris.

He fell a sleep unknowingly ceiling his faith at the Circus Hotel chain with a bright smile to his face his expression is silly after the night he had.

A strange looking clown pops out undoing his pants slowly stripping him and the lifting him into his arms and pressing the elevator to the basement.

“Master Lawrence, Chris is E is fast a sleep for you.”

“Place him in the elevator shaft “

“Press basement, clear the room of any and all evidence.”

“Yes Master”

“We are leaving now”

“Too perfect “

The elevator door descending to the cellar of the basement takes its time lights up in all manner of collar stirring Chris awake as he rubs his eyes.

Chris comes to laying on the floor he sat up placing his back to the wall his laborious breathing lessons and he returns to a sight for me.

He starts to widen his mouth into a smile and he cracks up hilariously for the world to see in this video he stands up bouncing wall to wall.

“Hahahahahahaha…the fuck…what is so…”

“Soooooohhhhhaaaa….i am going insane”

“Nah! It’s normal “ a voice comes from the speaker”

“The elevator is talking…hahahaha”

“Funny”

“It’s right this natural and right “

“Chris Hemsworth”

“Wawwhhhaaaattt” he answers in slumber as his body rises.

“Stand by the wall”

“Yes”

The wall at the touch of his back spins him to the opposite side of the wall into the shaft to join his friend.

“Barrel of laughs you two”

“Why are we laughing”

“I don’t know “

“It feels good though”

“Give in”

“Let’s go mad together “

“We can’t stop it”

“We can’t help it”

“Aaaahhhh…ooooohhhhh….aaahhhhh…babe….mmmmnnnnn….ffffuuucccckkkk….yyyyyyyyyeeeeaaaaahhhhhhh.”

The end

#tyler hoechlin #brenton thwaites #colton haynes #robbie amell #stephen amell #tom ellis #chris evans #chris hemsworth #red carpet express

[h0n3yk1tt3n]

45 + boyf riends :)

So. i got super carried away with this one. like. this isn't even everything i wrote. i basically started rewriting everything from this point to jer waking up in the hospital. it's. not finished. i may just post it to ao3 when/if it is. BUT in the interest of finally answering this ask, here's as much as i could write to an ok-ish stopping point

45. realization of feelings at the Worst Possible Moment + boyf riends

"I'm going to improve your life, Jeremy! If I have to take over the entire student body to do it!"

Jeremy's phone clattered to the stage floor, his entire body seizing up as he followed it down. Shockwaves rippled through him like the worst case of pins and needles in the world as he tried to reach for his phone. He needed Michael, the only person that could drag him out of this mess. He knew Michael didn't have much reason to help him, but it was his only hope. His only chance at fixing what he'd so royally fucked up.

Jeremy's stiff limbs couldn't get him any further as he watched his phone screen go dark, the cropped New Year's selfie of him and Michael disappearing just like he’d disappeared from Michael's side. The darkness backstage started to swallow him until a piercing light flashed over him. As quickly as it was there, it was gone, but as quickly as it was gone, Jeremy felt the static start to clear from his heavy body and found he was being pulled up off the ground.

"Don't think you're supposed to be napping backstage, buddy." He felt his arm loop around something as he was hoisted to his feet. "Might miss your cue."

Jeremy blinked away the remaining static in his head and blearily looked up at his savior, eyes widening as recognition hit him like a stack of bricks. "Michael!"

He threw himself into a hug on sheer instinct, and any idea that Michael didn't want any part of him was quickly forgotten when he hugged back, squeezing him with just as much enthusiasm as ever. Jeremy would've stayed in that hug indefinitely if there weren't more pressing matters at hand.

"How did you- you actually came for- what made you-" He abandoned all questions he had and pulled away with an excited laugh he didn’t know he was capable of anymore. “I can’t believe you’re here!”

Michael handed Jeremy’s phone back to him, wearing an easy smile that Jeremy had nearly forgotten. “I was just in the audience thinking, 'this is pretty good for a school play.' Then I was like,” he shook Jeremy’s shoulders for comical emphasis, “'this is way too good for a school play!' They've all been squipped, right?”

Jeremy blinked rapidly. "W-w-wait, you came to see me in The Play??" That tugged at his heart more than he expected it to. Even after blocking Michael out for so long, he still…

Michael reached into his hoodie pocket with a playful smirk. "Even brought my own refreshments." He pulled out a red soda and pointed it to the sky like it was an all powerful elixir. To Jeremy, it practically was.

"Is that-?!"

"Mountain Dew Red!" Michael poked Jeremy's arm with the top of the bottle. "Told you I did my research."

Jeremy had to remember to shower Michael with every ounce of praise in the world the moment there wasn’t a tyrannical computer meddling around inside his brain. "That's amazing! Give it to me!"

Michael suddenly pulled the bottle out of his reach. "Ah-buh-buh. No."

Dread ran down Jeremy's back like hot molasses. No? After bringing it to The Play?? "What?? But- I need it."

Michael crossed his arms over his chest, suddenly looking about half as angry as Jeremy suspected he should’ve after all was said and done. The other half was a painful mix of betrayed and tired. He didn’t imagine the isolation had exactly been fun for Michael. "And I need an apology. I think that's in order. I mean, you treat me like I don't exist for weeks, then blow me off when I try to help you-"

Jeremy dropped his shoulders with a sigh, accepting that he’d been a bit hasty. An apology was the least Michael deserved. "Okyouknowwhat, you're right, I'm s-"

“Vocal Chords: Blocked”

The word got scrambled on Jeremy’s tongue. He brought his hands to his throat with wide eyes when further attempts to say sorry produced only silence. Shit, the SQUIP still had control over him! Of course it wouldn’t go down so easily!

Michael rolled his eyes hard. "Really? Is it that hard to say you’re sorry?"

"Y…” The tension in Jeremy’s throat thankfully subsided, but he knew Far Cry 3’s definition of insanity, and resigned to the fact that the apology had to be shelved for now. “Yes! Come on, man, this is important!"

"This is important to me!" Michael insisted. Of all the times he could’ve chosen to be stubborn…

"It's a word!"

"It's a gesture! Gestures matter!"

"It can wait a couple minutes!" Jeremy made a move for the bottle, but Michael still kept it above his head out of arm’s reach. Shit, if only he knew the full scope of what the SQUIP was doing.

"Kung Fu Fists: Activate"

Jeremy's body snapped into a stance he'd never taken, much like an idle character jerking into a fighting animation about as smoothly as you’d expect for a buggy video game. His speech felt much the same. Thoughts he’d never dare say out loud coming out in the worst way they could’ve been phrased.

"This is so you!" A punch that Jeremy didn't throw nearly connected to Michael's newly shocked face. "You love to feel superior," another punch that Michael narrowly avoided, "just because you eat eel on your sushi!" Yet another, "And listen to music on vinyl!" A successful kick to the side that caught Michael off guard, "And you don't care about being popular!"

The SQUIP had taken control of Jeremy’s body before, usually just to get him out of a room or something equally menial. To watch his own body attack Michael without his input while he was powerless to stop it was nothing short of horrific. And to hear such twisted sentiments falling out on his mouth was just as much. Michael’s easy indifference to a reputation that Jeremy had always cared so much about was a little annoying, yes, but this wasn’t the time nor the way that Jeremy wanted that dirty laundry to be aired out. Not when his sheer admiration for Michael outweighed that little smidge of underlying bitterness.

The weight of just how long it’d been since they last linked up started to press down on Jeremy. Two months of no AotD or weed or runs to 7-Eleven all caught up to him and hit him at once. Holy shit, he missed Michael so much. And to imagine a world where he didn’t have him? Where the SQUIP completely erased him from his life, for good? Jeremy couldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t let the SQUIP win. He loved Michael too much to watch him fade away again.

Wait. He loved Michael. Like. As something other than a best friend. As someone he didn't want to be apart from ever again if it could be helped, and he hoped it could be, considering the technological uprising in progress. He’d never paid much mind to the more… questionable thoughts he’d had of Michael and always just blamed it on hormones, or loneliness, or some resignation that no one else would ever date him so fantasies were the best he was gonna get. But… no. No, he wanted that stuff too. There was a bigger reason that the homophobic remarks of years past hurt as much as they did. Impulsive stoned desires of kissing Michael weren’t a sole product of being high; they hadn’t come out of nowhere.

Jeremy loved Michael. His humor, his charm, the upbeat energy that seemed to follow him everywhere - SQUIP happenings notwithstanding - there was a reason he’d felt so hollow after blocking his friend. He'd always known he loved Michael; they'd known each other pretty much their whole lives after all. He just hadn't known the wider scope of it until... shit, why did the world decide now was the time to give him this revelation?!

Michael caught Jeremy's foot out of the air, struggling against the second kick the SQUIP was trying to land since the first one had actually yielded results. "Of course I care!" He threw Jeremy's foot down, causing a stumble and forced repositioning. "I just know it's never gonna happen!"

Michael tried stuffing the soda back into his hoodie pocket, only being able to get it partially in before Jeremy pushed him into the wall with strength that wasn't his own. "So you resent me because I didn't give up like you did?" a scary voice sneered. 

Michael grabbed Jeremy's wrists and crossed his arms over his chest to give him less mobility and reach to fight him. Something painful flashed over his face. "No, I don't resent you! I'm jealous you try!"

"Well I'm jealous you don't!" The truth of the words scratched at Jeremy’s throat as he tried resisting whatever lie or petty jab the SQUIP wanted to twist out of him. The SQUIP tried thrashing Jeremy out of Michael’s grasp, but an overcalculation brought them both falling to the ground instead.

The Mountain Dew Red fell out of Michael's pocket with a dense thud, followed by a quiet hiss. A thick layer of pink foam began to form atop the meniscus of the soda as the bottle jerkily rolled a few feet away before coming back halfway to a wobbly halt.

Michael grunted in pain upon landing with Jeremy on top of him. "Then why are you hitting me?!"

"I'm not-" Jeremy’s fist veered just far enough left to miss Michael's shoulder and punch the stage floor instead – it hurt, and it was the most he'd been able to accomplish, "trying to!"

Michael managed to take hold of Jeremy’s wrists again. The SQUIP fought hard to keep control. Jeremy hoped that he could fight harder to take it back. "Well don't try harder!"

“It’s not me!” Jeremy choked out, the burning in his scraped knuckles getting drowned out by the one holding his body hostage. “It’s- my- SQUIP!”

He sloppily tore himself off of Michael, the pain of resisting the SQUIP’s actions strangling a raspy gasp out of him as he hit the stage floor. The friction prickled at his elbow as he tried to distance himself and keep from hurting Michael further. He couldn’t get very far before he was seized into place by the SQUIP’s electricity again, like when he’d tried calling Michael. Jeremy didn’t think he’d ever been in more pain, but he’d endure it if he didn’t have to watch himself fight his best friend.

Michael’s eyes widened in horror at the kind of power the SQUIP had, then darkened upon things becoming more personal than they already were. He’d never been fond of anyone that went out of their way to hurt Jeremy, and the SQUIP was clearly no exception. "It's. What?"

Unshed tears stung Jeremy’s eyes. He wondered if fire burned half as bad as this. He wondered if Rich knew. He wondered if he’d live through this and actually be able to tell Michael what he really meant to him. "It's taking over my body.” Jeremy tried pushing himself up, but his arms gave out beneath him. He felt like an elephant was standing on him. It was so hard to breathe. “You gotta help me! I'm sorry!"

#asks #mj says shit #be more chill #writing #fanfic #sorta?? we'll see #bmc the play #squip #jeremy heere #michael mell #boyf riends

[amorhedera6]

as someone who watched and loved season 1 of flash, and someone who watched tolerated all the way up to season 5 and half of season 6, i decided to sit down and watch the flash finale. and boy do i have thoughts.

most of them are what the fuck is going on.

i watched all of once upon a time, so i’ve been burned by shows losing steam and obsessing over the main ship instead of the interesting plot before. when i saw the signs in the flash, i pulled back. i didn’t wanna go through it again. honestly i should’ve before i did, but i have a crippling crush on grant gustin.

1) khione

i like dc comics, but it spans infinitely and there are lots of things i don’t know, so correct me if i’m wrong. but i did a little research and it doesn’t seem to me that khione was a character in the comics. so (if danielle panabaker was staying on the show) why not just let her be caitlin? have they just decided against the character they have been writing since season one? khiones plot of understanding her powers, of of coming to terms with who/what she was all could have easily transferred to caitlin. it got her well when they first began to integrate killer frost into her story! they could have continued, once frost died, by having caitlin regain some of frost’s powers. while having her mourn her sister, she adapts to having powers again and how to be herself with them and not frost. an echo of the plot that she was already going through when the writers decided to just jeckyll/hyde her. it would have worked incredibly well! plus, it would give caitlin a fulfilling end to the question she’s been asking since season one: who is she on her own? in season one, it was without ronnie, in season two she was battling discovering these powers, and by season three she was battling becoming the super villain she knew her doppelgänger was. making her another new character with the same plot that caitlin, then frost had just defeats caitlin’s purpose. when the original core characters of your show keep leaving (cisco, joe, any version of wells) why kill of another just to replace her with such a similar character played by the same actress?? it truly baffles me.

2) the time wraiths

i’m sure i’m not the first one to say this, but why introduce the time wraiths if you want to have barry keep time traveling to and fro. “but they’re creatures of the speed force, so obviously wouldn’t attack the avatar!” okay fine. NORA IS NOT THE AVATAR. WHY DOES SHE NEVER FACE CONSEQUENCES FOR HER TIME TRAVELS. SHE HELD HERSELF. AS A BABY. THAT SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED.

i may be biased bc i don’t like nora.

3) bart

i know he wasn’t really mentioned much in the finale, but i wanted to understand things i’d missed/forgot so i looked into him for this. why did they make bart a part of the show. i understand he’s a big character in the comics, but if they wanted to have another child for barry and iris be introduced, why not use the tornado twins? why use his grandson and just change it? any create nora at all?? (again i’m probably just biased against nora, but still)

it just doesn’t make any sense to me to take an established character and change their lore just bc you like it better than using the established characters, since that conflicts with your original characters. JUST FOLLOW THE SOURCE MATERIAL ITS NOT THAT HARD.

4) eddie

bringing back eddie thawne, when his sacrifice already didn’t achieve its purpose, completely cheapens the finale of season one. especially by making him an uncle villain who wants to destroy the timeline because his fiancée (who he knew was destined to be with barry in the future) denied him because she already had a husband and family.

eddie didn’t like barry in season one. he rightly thought that he was into iris and came in between the two of them. but he tried to be his friend because he was friends with joe and he loved iris. he was a good guy and he wanted good for the people in his life. he loved iris, and if it truly made her happier to be with barry than him, he would have stepped to the side, the finale completely changes his character for the wills of the plot, making him hate barry for “stealing his life” when he sacrificed himself so iris could continue to live her life happily.

5) iris’ labor

for two and a half of the four episodes of the finale, iris is in labor. and because they’re being attacked by the negative speed force, everyone rallies together to fight, and she is left alone in the hospital in labor.

WHY DID NO ONE CALL JOE???

i get he has jenna to look after or whatever, but that’s his daughter, she’s in labor, the father of the baby he also calls his son, and yeah it’s weird, but we don’t talk about that. his daughter is in labor, all alone, worried about wether or not barry will survive, and no one thinks that he would be helpful to the situation at all. so fucking stupid. i understand if maybe the actor didn’t want to come back for it, but he was already in the finale episodes anyway!! he was a major point in the first episode, and he was there when she finally had the baby in the end!! why couldn’t he just be there for a little bit longer??

6) cisco

okay, carlos valdez has said that he had scheduling conflicts, and that it was heartbreaking for him not to be able to return for the finale. i understand that. i am not at all criticizing that.

they couldn’t even name drop cisco? be like, ciscos picking up the cake at the party scene? have caitlin be in the phone with him instead of her mother at the end? they were best friends, you’re saying when she came back from the dead she didn’t even call him? or say i called cisco, he has blah blah blah going on so he can’t come help buuuut he gave us this vital piece of information!!

come one people. throw us a bone.

7) chester

i did get to chester in the original series, but it was like right as i was losing interest in it, so i didn’t care to research him at all, but i did for this! why did they make him diet cisco?? internet he comics, because he has a vortex inside of him, chester is fat. why was he played by a skinny guy? why did they not utilize his character to its full extent instead of just being a replacement once they found out carlos was leaving the show??

okay that’s all i have, i wanted to complain bc it made me angry. i liked the flash originally, i think it had a lot of good potential, but like so many shows, it was dredged on too long, got convoluted, the writing prowess diminished instead of flourishing, and it ended after too many seasons. sorry to the flash, you could’ve been so good.

#the flash #cw the flash #barry allen #westallen #iris west #caitlin snow #killer frost #khione #cisco ramon #vibe #tornado twins #nora west allen #bart west allen #bart allen #impulse #dc comics #eddie thawne #eobard thawne #joe west #chester runk #chunk #the flash finale #rant #ollie rambles

[longwuzhere]

Some cool Easter eggs I caught watching My Adventures with Superman that I want to show to people so they can be in on it with comic book readers:

Episode 1 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here

Episode 2 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here

Episode 3 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here

Episode 4 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here

Episode 5 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here

Episode 7 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here and here

Episode 8 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here

Episode 9 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here

Episode 10 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here

(SPOILERS if you havent seen it obviously)

About 3ish minutes into the episode we see Clark be affected by red sun radiation, one of the non-Kryptonite weakness Superman has.

In the comics we first learn about this weakness in Action Comics #300 (1963), cover art by Curt Swan, George Klein, and Joe Letterese, where Superman is transported to the future by the Superman Revenge Squad, where the sun turned red thus losing his powers and has to find a way back home.

At the place where Jimmy was captured, we meet Monsieur Mallah and the Brain, at least MAwS version of these characters. I talk more about them in here. The episode has them depicted more like an old married couple with no supervillainous intentions compared to their comic counterparts...

who often associate themselves as enemies to the Doom Patrol and affliated with the Brotherhood of Evil. Also the Brain is usually French in the comics, here in MAwS, the Brain is German. The cover is from Outsiders #37 (2006) cover art by Daniel Acuna.

Back outside we see where Monsieur Mallah and the Brain took Jimmy, Cadmus Minefield.

Cadmus/Project Cadmus/the DNA Project, is known for its genetic engineering projects. The organization makes its first appearance in Superman's Pal Jimmy Olsen #135 (1971) created by legendary comic book creator, Jack Kirby. Cadmus is pretty well known for cloning Superboy/Kon-el/Conner Kent. Like in MAwS Cadmus is a government sanctioned division that's located outside of Metropolis. Ironic since in MAwS the government disavows Cadmus. You can read more about it on these two pages from Who's Who in the DC Universe #12 (1991), the art is done by Dan Jurgens, Dennis Janke, and Anthony Tollins.

Later in the forest we see Lois and Clark have to deal with the OMACs.

In the comics, Jack Kirby created OMAC, at the time, the acronym stood for One Man Army Corp. Buddy Blank of Earth-AD (a future post-apocalyptic Earth) was selected to be part of the OMAC program where with the help of the Brother Eye satellite grants him powers of super strength, stamina and density control. The cover art here for OMAC #1 (1971) was done by Jack Kirby, Mike Royer, and Gaspar Saladino.

Years later OMAC gets reinvented to be a cyborgs of Brother Eye that was developed by Batman thanks to his paranoia about super powered heroes turning evil. The page here is from the OMAC Project #5 (W: Greg Rucka, P&I :Jesus Saiz, C: Hi-Fi, L: Phil Balsman). This iteration of OMAC uses the acronym for Omni-Mind and Community. These Cyborgs make their first appearance in the OMAC Project #1 (2005). MAwS's OMACs are a lot more robotic and Evangelion-esque designed compared to how they look in the comics. Note the mohawk/fin designs on OMACs heads in both iterations of the comics and how the robots are designed in MAwS.

Someone on the MAwS team is a fan of Gurren Lagann.

Monsieur Mallah name drops Task Force X. I talked about the organization here

Monsieur Mallah mentions one dimensions in the universe where he and the Brain can be accepted. This brings to mind...

DC's multiverse. The multiverse makes its first appearance in the Flash #123 (1961) where Barry Allen and Jay Garrick meet for the first time. DC's multiple Earths have changed over the years from having only 52 distinct Earths to now infinite. The Multiverse map created by Grant Morrison and Rian Hughes, here is from Multiversity comic series.

Someone on the MAwS crew is a fan of the ED-209 design in Robocop.

After the fight with the OMACs, the Brain talks about the General. The only person in DC comics who usually goes by that moniker is...

General Wade Eiling. The panels here are from Captain Atom #1 (1987) (W: Cary Bates, P: Pat Broderick, I: Bob Smith, C: Carl Gafford, L: John Costanza). General Eiling is often associated with Suicide Squad/Task Force X. So it's possible that much like Parasite and Ivo, the MAwS team are combining characters by having...

him be a combination of General Eiling and General Sam Lane, Lois's dad. But who knows. Gotta wait for confirmation if this is either Eiling or Lane.

Thank you for taking your time reading this and making it this far down the post. If you want to see the other posts of easter eggs and references for past episodes:

Episode 1 is here

Episode 2 is here

Episode 3 is here

Episode 4 is here

Episode 5 is here

Episode 7 is here and here

Episode 8 is here

Episode 9 is here

Episode 10 is here

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inside out

[5k, supercorp-y, his dark materials meets supergirl, basically. or a daemon au. i had fun w this, might continue it! I guess rated t for luthor fam creepiness]

Supergirl is a woman apart.

She swoops regal and steadfast above the city she’s sworn to protect, her cape flapping with a quality that’s somehow just over the line of not-from-this-earth. Her gaze scans through crowds, buildings, the very sidewalk beneath National City’s feet. The heat of her eyes is too bright to be looked at directly, the force of her muscles so great that she seems perpetually gentle in all her interactions.

She is beautiful. Her hair glints golden in the sunlight, and she offers help with no expectation of thanks or reward. On days when the streets are quiet and calm, she cleans out the gutters of an older woman’s house, or plays a game of basketball with a lonely teenager in his step-dad’s driveway. She can change the weather with a breath, the surliest citizen’s day with a smile.

If she seems super-human, that’s because she is; she’s beyond humanity, but still close enough to touch. Always within reach, holding out a hand, asking if you need help.

And, of course, she doesn’t have a daemon.

//

Kieran settles fourteen days after they arrive at Luthor Manor, exactly one day before Lena’s fifth birthday. She wakes in an unfamiliar bed (and room, and house, and city, and country—) and she just knows. Something inside her that was malleable and questioning has turned to stone as she slept.

Kieran sits on the unused pillow on the other side of Lena’s new, too-big bed. She reaches out and slips a few fingers through his ink-black feathers, soft as silk.

“You’re very pretty,” she whispers, “as a raven.”

They’re all over Luthor Manor, the ravens, always driving the groundskeeper mad by lining up on the eaves. Lena’s spent two weeks watching them, listening to them caw to each other, sitting on her hands and trying not to cry as Greza prowls back and forth below them.

“I’m going to fly us away from here, Lena,” Kieran promises. “Up into the sky.”

Lena thinks of Eoghan’s rust colored plumage, the black and white tips of his wings, the way he had dissolved into dust in midair and drifted like snow down onto the lake her mother had disappeared into.

“Okay,” Lena agrees. She’s still whispering. “Fly us away, Kieran.”

When Tantox slithers down Lillian’s arm and flicks his tongue at them, Kieran digs his talons into Lena’s shoulder. Sometimes, on nights when the stars twinkle the brightest, he circles the Manor with powerful flaps of his wings. He’s always by Lena’s side when she finally drifts off to sleep.

Some nights, when Greza stalks them down the carpeted halls all afternoon, when she hears the quiet, occasional tap of Lex’s oxfords against the hardwood where he missteps in pursuit of his daemon, Lena finds her bedroom door locked from the outside. 

It’s only when she returns to the Manor for holidays as a teenager that the cage appears in her bedroom. It’s brass, large and beautiful, and the aesthetic curves of the metal match the new bars outside of her window. Lex’s smile is different, and he had greeted her car at the end of the driveway without Greza anywhere in sight. 

“We’ve tightened up security,” Lillian tells her, waving the hand that doesn’t have Tantox wrapped around it towards the foot of her bed, where one of the butlers places Lena’s trunk. “Let’s not make a fuss about it, hm?”

There’s an ugly wound, stark red against Tantox’s white scales, only visible in flashes when Lillian moves and her shirt sleeve rides up. Lena, thirteen and surly, with a daemon settled for nearly a decade, bites down hard on her tongue to keep from fighting back.

That night, Kieran cautiously hops onto the perch in the cage. 

“It’s only for a week,” Lena promises. “Then we’ll be back at school.”

“Keep me close,” Kieran pleads. “I haven’t seen Greza yet. I don’t know where she could be.”

Lena sits on the edge of her bed and crams her hands under her thighs. “Lex is here, so she can’t be far. Maybe she spent the day napping on the patio. There’s that sunspot she likes.”

Kieran fluffs his wings. He doesn’t have to say anything—Lena knows it’s a weak suggestion.

Only a decade later, fresh from testifying against her brother in a crowded courtroom, will Lena wonder if it was him who locked her bedroom door, or if the click-clack she heard against the hardwood outside had been her mother’s heels all along.

//

“Don’t look at people’s daemons,” Alex tells her. “Or ask about them. And never even think about touching them.”

“You touch Q,” Kara points out, still confused. She doesn’t know what Q is short for, because Alex gets mad whenever she asks. “And Eliza touches Wrenott.” 

Alex makes a kind of growl-scream noise of frustration. “That’s because Q is mine,” she seethes, “and I’m Q’s, and it’s the same for Mom and Wrenott.”

Q, who is currently a frog and peeking out of the breast pocket of Alex’s t-shirt, says something that Kara can’t hear.

She frowns. There’s a pod of dolphins around three miles off the coast that she can pick out just fine, but Alex’s daemon manages to sneak something past her newly sensitive ears from only a foot or so away. She tries to hear his heartbeat and finds that she can’t—just Alex’s and her own, and Jeremiah’s downstairs. 

“But we need to figure something out,” Alex begrudgingly agrees. 

Q wiggles his way out of Alex’s pocket and transforms into a sparrow right before gravity takes him down. He flits around the room, Kara’s eyes tracking him despite Alex’s warning.

“Q has an idea,” her sister says. “Since he hasn’t settled yet, we can fake it. You like wearing long sleeves better, right?”

Kara shrugs, focusing her attention back on Alex’s severe expression. “The sunlight makes my skin tingle.”

“Right, well, if you wore—I don’t know, a hoodie? Yeah, with the hood pulled up—then Q could sit on your shoulder in English. I’ll be right next door in AP Calc, and you’re young enough to have an unsettled daemon, and everybody knows about me.” She nods jerkily. “Alright, let’s try it out. Just on the edge of your shoulder, over your shirt. Q?”

“Wait,” Kara says. 

Alex’s arms are crossed, her shoulders hunched in. Kara opens her mouth, then closes it, not sure what she should say. 

“This feels wrong,” is what she settles on. “Are you sure?”

“It was Q’s idea,” Alex says, now chewing on her bottom lip.

“But is it alright with you?” Kara asks.

Q zips right over Kara’s shoulder and shifts into a lemur right before he collides with Alex, wrapping himself around her shoulders, his striped tail curled protectively under her chin. Alex’s posture relaxes with one big exhale.

“We’ll figure something else out,” Kara decides. “I’m supposed to blend in, right? My daemon will just be…shy.” She thinks of Q. “He hides in my pocket.” 

The week before Kara finally starts school, she befriends a whip-quick, only slightly mangy cat in the backyard. Streaky follows her everywhere, and loves more than anything to sit on Kara’s shoulders or take a quick nap on top of her thighs. Some days, he comes to school with her, and she focuses on making sure he doesn’t try and brush up against anyone else instead of on the math equations she was doing before she was five revolutions old.

Years. On Earth, they call them years, and they wander around with their souls outside of their bodies.

Kal-El has a rescued African Gray Parrot he calls Jane. Jane never makes a sound, bird-caw or mimicked words, and stays perched on his shoulder whenever he’s his true self.

Whenever he’s Superman, he flies alone.

//

Lena builds Kieran a special perch with a vacuum seal base that can attach to any flat surface. She brings it with her to class, glares her best Lillian-glare at any classmates who open their mouths to complain. 

He’s big, if the looks that linger on him for longer than is polite indicate anything. Lena always bites back remarks like you’re probably thinking of crows—ravens are larger and quite a bit smarter, actually. It’s rude to talk about someone’s daemon, but that never seems to stop people from staring at hers. The one time she hadn’t watched what she said, it had been to the daughter of some business partner of Luthor Corp, and the amount of time they both spent cooped up in Luthor Manor because of it—

Well. Lena bites her tongue, and counts the minutes until class lets out, reading college level calculus textbooks under her desk. All of the athletic girls are on sports teams and are excused from P.E.—Lena never joins the other girls in trying to get out of participating, never feigns cramps or pretends she has a migraine. She never goes faster than a stroll on the track loop either, but she never sits out. Kieran soars over her head, a black smear against perfect blue, and Lena swears she can feel the stretch of his wings in her own shoulders.

“How does it feel to have settled?” Andrea asks one hot Wednesday, walking at Lena’s same glacial pace around the track. Her voice is toeing the line of timidness. About four paces behind them is her daemon, currently in the form of a sleek fox. 

“I’m not sure,” Lena answers. “It’s all I remember.”

She’s not sure it’s the truth. She thinks, maybe, there’s a memory of her sitting on the shore of a lake, dust in the wind, Kieran in the form of a golden retriever puppy and splashing in the water. But if she talks about that, then she’ll have to think about how even with fish and dolphins and whales and cephalopods at her disposal, Kieran had shifted to a spiky ball of a hedgehog and trembled in her lap. 

//

Q follows Alex into the cemetery the day of Jeremiah’s funeral in the form of a German Shepherd and never shifts into a different animal again.

Sometimes, Streaky curls up with him on the couch, tucks his dark little head under Q’s chin. For the first time, Kara wishes that she also had part of herself wandering about in the world. She settles for wrapping Alex in carefully gentle hugs, cries with her on the roof outside their bedroom window, and makes sure she never spends too long looking at Q’s adorable dog face. 

Sometimes, Wrenott will rub at Q’s cheeks with his little sea otter hands that Kara always tries really hard not to squeal over. Kara watches carefully at the way Alex’s shoulders droop, then stiffen back up again too quickly. Q always jerks away at the same moment. When Alex rushes out of the room, Eliza sighs so deeply Kara’s ears hurt. 

//

“They’re composed of Dust, Lena, I’ve been telling you—it’s like your head is always in the clouds with Kieran.”

Lena’s skin prickles like it does whenever Lex says her daemon’s name. “My head is on this game of chess,” she counters, moving her bishop to d5 and claiming his rook. “Unlike you.”

He huffs. With a movement that’s too forced to be casual, he moves his pawn out of the line of fire of her knight.

The monologues that Lex delivers over games of chess become less tethered to reality each time. Lena usually tries to focus on the chessboard between them, but Lex doesn’t always let her. 

“Dust is impermanent by nature. Shifting daemons when we’re young, sure, but not just that. Look at Superman.” He spins his Luthor heirloom signet ring around his pinky finger, his eyes suddenly very far away. “No daemon.”

“That we know of,” Lena points out, moving her own pawn to try and trap his queen. 

Lex rolls his eyes. “Okay, that we know of. But we can’t ignore the implications.” He takes her pawn with his bishop, falling right into her trap. 

“Implications?” She asks a little too innocently. 

Lex is too focused on his lecture to hear it, parroting her pawn movement with one of his own. “We’re not the only species out there, Lee-loo. There’s an expanding universe of potential, and we’re the only ones who have daemons.” He says it like it’s the winning argument of a national debate competition. 

Lena moves her own queen, lightning quick, forcing eye contact and tilting her head in confusion. Kieran hides his face by the nape of her neck, chortling softly. “So?” She asks. 

“So?” Lex echoes incredulously. “Are you even listening?” He moves his knight to f3. “We’ve been operating under the assumption that daemons are necessary to intelligent life for thousands of years. Clearly, that’s not true. It changes everything, Lena.”

Lena strikes. Her pawn takes his queen with one smooth movement, her fingers curling around ink-black crown on the piece’s head. “Check,” she says. “Checkmate in four.”

Lex opens his mouth, then closes it. He scowls at the board. With a huff, he knocks his king over. 

Lena grins at him. 

“Don’t be smug,” he says. “It’s why you don’t have any friends at school.”

Kieran tugs at a group of hairs at the base of her neck. “Lex,” Lena says, her smile fading. “Where’s Greza?” 

“None of your business.” He gets up and adjusts the sleeves of his sports jacket. “Mother says we’re having dinner as a family tonight. Don’t be late.”

That night, Kieran hops to his perch in the cage without Lena having to utter a coaxing word. 

//

Alex sits with her on the roof in silence. Q rests his face on the windowsill behind them, his dark eyes focused on the stars above just like Kara’s are. 

Alex looks at her sister instead of the cosmos. Her fingers tap at her knees as she struggles to find the right words. She wishes that Q could sit on the roof with her, that his paws—now permanently paws—didn’t slip against the shingles. 

“He was a good cat,” Alex finally says, more than a little awkwardly, patting Kara on the shoulder. Streaky wasn’t Kara’s daemon, but Alex knows just how much her sister had come to lean on his presence. 

Kara only nods in response. Her throat aches—she isn’t sure she’s able to speak. 

“Have you thought about…”

“Yeah. Not many mute African Gray Parrots out there.”

“True.” 

Kara leans her head against Alex’s shoulder, the pressure of it so light that Alex can barely feel her weight at all. 

“What about a snake?” Alex asks. “A little one.”

“I like snakes.”

“You like every animal. And every animal likes you,” Alex adds, only a little bitterly. It’s like her sister’s a Disney princess. “You could carry one around your arm, wear long sleeves on days the snake isn’t into it.”

“I could carry him around in a little fanny pack with a hand warmer,” Kara suggests, sounding perkier than she has in days. 

Alex doesn’t bother hiding her smile. “Yeah,” she agrees. “You could carry him around in a fanny pack with a hand warmer.”

//

It’s only when Lena’s school comes into view at the end of the impossibly long, manicured driveway that Kieran’s stubborn eye contact compels her to speak. 

“Mother,” Lena begins quietly. 

“Speak up, Lena,” Lillian says, not taking her eyes off of the medical journal in her lap. She’s spent the whole drive like that, just like every drive to and from school. Lena doesn’t know why she bothers to come. 

Lena’s hands twist her in her lap. Kieran’s head nudges under them and they relax. 

“Something’s wrong with Lex,” she forces herself to say. Then, quieter again, “with Greza.”

Mr. Bates, her mother’s driver, pulls up to the drop off point. The inside of the car stays quiet while he gets out and retrieves Lena’s luggage from the trunk.

“I’ll see you in the spring,” her mother says. She’s looking at her medical journal. “Bring that B+ in Physical Education up to an A.”

“I don’t even know why you bother coming,” Lena spits out, suddenly furious. “It’s not like everyone else’s mom drops them off at the start of term.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Lillian says airily. “When else am I going to get two hours of quiet to myself?” 

Lena opens the door with the goal of slamming it behind her, but Kieran has a different idea. He stays in Lena’s seat, then hops the tiniest bit closer. 

Tantox slithers out to meet him, tongue flickering as he goes. When Kieran tilts his head, Tantox blinks his albino-red eyes in response. 

It only lasts a second; Kieran is flying out ahead of her in the next breath. Lillian is frozen, her hands still against the pages in her lap.

“And make some friends,” she says before Lena can shut the door. “Dr. Perth says you could be stunting your own growth.”

Lena glares, then slams the car door shut. 

//

“Is your boss’s daemon still freaking you out?” Alex asks at sister night, stroking Streaky Jr.’s head where he’s curled up in her lap.

“Yes,” Kara sulks. “What’s his problem with my handsome baby sweetie-pie? It’s so insulting. So what if he’s a little shy? He doesn’t have to prowl around us. Stupid panther types.”

“Maybe he’s got some sort of weird daemon radar. It’s Cat Grant. I’d believe it.” She looks over at Q. “What’s the report on Streaks, huh?”

“He’s a snake,” Q says, completely deadpan.

Kara rolls her eyes. “You’re not funny,” she says.

Q puts his head on his paws and looks up at her. Kara points at him. “Enough of that.” She turns to her sister and gestures for her snake. “And enough for you, come on.”

“No,” Alex protests, her pout almost matching her daemon’s. “You just gave him to me, you come on.”

“It’s been seventeen minutes,” Kara says. “Your measly human body temperature isn’t high enough to handle him for more than twenty, it’s not safe.”

Alex hands Streaky Jr. over with a huff. He curls around Kara’s arm immediately, naturally seeking out the extra warmth in her skin.”You’re such a snake hog.”

“Get your own fake daemon.”

“I would, except I know he’d like you better, you weird animal magnet.”

Kara reaches for the little spray bottle she keeps on the coffee table and gives Streaky Jr. a few spritzes. “Stay jealous.” 

//

“If you could tell the court what you saw upon entering Luthor Corp sub basement 3 lab on July 23rd, please, Ms. Luthor.”

Lena leans in a little, to make sure the microphone will pick up everything she says. “I saw my brother and his daemon inside the DIC.” She winces, then clarifies, “the Dust Isolation Chamber.”

“Dust Isolation Chamber,” the prosecutor repeats. “Can you explain what that is to the court, please?”

“One of my brother’s inventions.” Lena’s fingers twitch towards the outsides of her thighs, but she resists the urge to sit on them. “It sends certain wavelengths of the electromagnetic spectrum through a confined space with the hope of further studying Dust as a scientific phenomenon. It…wasn’t made for people to be inside of it. Or daemons.”

The prosecutor nods. He has perpetually narrowed eyes and an opossum daemon, neither of which really give Lena any sort of ease answering his questions, even though they had prepped for days beforehand. “What form did the defendant’s daemon take, Ms. Luthor?”

“A leopard,” Lena croaks. 

The prosecutor turns in a circle, pageantry for the jury and the courtroom, since it’s quite clear that there’s no leopard sitting by Lex. “I don’t see a leopard.”

Lex’s lawyer—Colton, from their family’s usual legal team—stands. “Objection. Argumentative, your honor.”

The judge nods. “Sustained,” she says. To the prosecutor: “ask your question.”

“What happened to your brother’s daemon on July 23rd, Ms. Luthor?”

“He—” Lena clears her throat. Kieran, who has been calmly perched on the side of the witness stand through her testimony, puffs up his feathers a little. “He attempted to sever himself from her. It didn’t really—I’m not sure what his goal was, exactly, but he didn’t manage to do it all the way. If he had, he’d be catatonic.”

Lex, dressed in one of his finest suits and a sharp purple tie, smiles at her from across the room like they’re only playing a game of chess.

“Was this out of character for your brother?”

“No,” Lena admits. “He’s been training himself to be apart from his daemon for years now.”

“Did the time he began that—‘training,’ you said?—did that happen to coincide with the appearance of Superman.”

The smile on Lex’s face disappears. 

Lena swallows hard. “Yes,” she says.

//

“If you could talk,” Kara says to Streaky Jr.’s little face, “would you give me as much sass as Q gives Alex? I don’t think you would.”

Streaky Jr. keeps lapping at the water bowl in his terrarium. 

“Would you even be a snake?” She rests her chin on her hands, close enough to the glass that her breath fogs it up a little. “Alex says my daemon would be a bald eagle. Or a naked mole rat.” She wrinkles her nose. “It depends on how recently I’ve ignored her advice in the field.”

Streaky Jr. blinks slowly at her. His body curls together a little more.

“But I don’t think you’d be a bird. Maybe you’d be a h’raka. Or a rondor. A zuurt, even.”

Streaky Jr. leaves his water dish behind, retreating into his cave in the corner.

“Yeah,” Kara whispers. “Probably not.”

//

“Stop picking at it,” Lena says absent-mindedly, mostly focusing on the email she’s writing about that quarter’s budget reports. 

“It itches,” Kieran complains. It’s his first molt since they came to National City, and it seems to be taking all summer. It always leaves them both irritable. 

“I’ll take a look later,” she promises, “but not while we’re at work.”

The intercom on her office phone buzzes. Kieran falls quiet; Lena reaches out and hits the button.

“I have Dr. Ketterman up from R&D, Miss Luthor,” Jess says.

Kieran flies from his perch on top of the bookcase to come land on her shoulder. He settles there, nuzzles his head down by the nape of her neck, as though that makes the big black bulk of him out of sight.

“Send him in,” Lena tells Jess.

//

What Lena first sees when Kara Danvers sits down for their interview is her smile, her eyes, the kind curiosity that bursts both. 

The second thing she sees is the small red head of a snake peeking out from her collar before disappearing again. Only a few moments later, that same head appears at the cuff of her sleeve, slithering right into the open fanny pack around her waist. Lena is so befuddled that the tension that had bunched up her muscles at the sight of him begins to dissipate. 

“He’s shy,” Kara says when she catches Lena staring, her face pink. “Um, he likes to—I keep a hand warmer wrapped in cloth in there? He prefers it to, um, having to—”

“Kara,” Lena interrupts gently, the tension in her shoulders entirely gone. “I get it.”

Kieran is sitting out on the balcony, doing his best to fit in with a group of pigeons instead of standing somewhere Kara could look directly at him. Lena can’t exactly start throwing stones from within her very glass house. 

Probably sensing the way Lena is thinking about him, Kieran flies in from the balcony, through the window that Lena keeps open for him. It’s a lot easier than it was in Metropolis, when Lena had to bundle up in her office all throughout the winter. 

“He’s beautiful,” Kara breathes out. She blinks rapidly once she does, her face going pink again, this time even worse than before. “Oh, gosh. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“So is he,” Lena says, her eyes flicking to Kara’s fanny pack, now nearly overflowing with red scales.

“He’s a corn snake,” Kara says a little too quickly. “Um. Did you know that while the general collective noun for snakes is den, some snake species have their own? Like, it’s a generation of vipers. Or a rhumba of rattlesnakes.”

“Is that so?” Lena asks, too befuddled to say anything else.

“Is it ravens that have the collective noun of murder?” Kara asks. “Or is that crows?”

“Crows,” Lena says, more confident with a question she knows the answer to. “It’s an unkindness of ravens, technically.” She shrugs. “Most people just use flock.”

“That’s not right,” Kara says in that gentle way she has, the one that makes Lena feel like her chest is one touch away from shattering. “Your daemon isn’t unkind.”

Lena’s lip quirks into something similar to a smile. “That’s because we’re alone,” she says. 

Kara opens her mouth like she wants to say something else that will be psychologically damaging to Lena’s afternoon. Lena jumps in before she gets the chance.

“So, where would you like to begin? L-Corp’s rebrand?”

Kara deflates slightly, but nods. She reaches for her notepad, flicks to an open page, and looks up with those big blue eyes her glasses don’t do a good job of hiding. “Yeah, that’s—that’s a great place to start. When did you decide on a full rebrand along with the relocation?”

//

Kieran loops languidly around the sky above her balcony, a blur of ink against the royal blue of the early evening. Supergirl stands next to her, watching him. It makes Lena feel far too exposed, but given the way Supergirl’s made a habit of saving her life from the very start of their relationship, she tries not to be too offended. After all, dealing with daemon manners when you don’t have a daemon can’t be easy.

“You look like you’ve hardly ever seen one before,” Lena finally observes.

Supergirl shoots her a tiny smile. “Maybe he’s just particularly striking.” Her fingers tap against the railing. “When my parents sent me here, they told me of your daemons,” she adds. “They didn’t have much time, but…my mother, she called them your nahv-shesur.” 

“And what does that translate to?” Lena asked, curious how anyone who did not know the touch of their own daemon could try to define it.

Supergirl’s head tilts to the side as she considers that. “Made up of your soul,” she finally says, “but on Krypton we had two ways of saying that. My mother used the conceptual version instead of the spacial one. I still don’t know if she knew daemons were tangible.”

Lena shudders at the thought, and Kieran swoops down in response, perching himself on her shoulder.

“Not tangible,” Supergirl rushes to correct herself. “Of course, I don’t mean—well, you know what I mean, don’t you? They’re real.” She rubs a frustrated hand across her forehead. “I never manage to say it right when I talk about them. Even after all this time, they’re still foreign to me.”

Kieran nips at the top of Lena’s ear. He’s always quiet when there’s company, but they developed their own silent language well before Lena’s tenth birthday. Reassure her, he’s saying. Now. What’s taking so long? 

“Daemons aren’t foreign to you,” Lena finds herself saying.

Supergirl blinks. “What?”

“Just because you can’t see your daemon, doesn’t mean they’re not there,” Lena says. “Did you have Dust on Krypton?”

With a movement so fast Lena’s eyes can’t catch it, Supergirl looks away, leaving Lena only able to see the curve of her jaw and cheek. When she speaks, her voice is rough. “Yes,” she says. “Khir.” 

“Your khir,” Lena says, hopefully with an only slightly terrible accent, “could you see it?”

“Under the right circumstances.” 

There’s a creaking noise, and when Lena looks down to try and locate it, she sees Supergirl’s hands move from the railing to reveal imprints of her grip. 

“Sorry,” she says. “We could see Khir under certain light spectrums. Especially in low orbit, when Rao’s Light came through the atmosphere and—sorry, I’m getting carried away.” She laughs a wet little sound and then clears her throat. When she faces Lena again, her eyes are rimmed with red. 

“Did you ever see it?” Lena asks.

Supergirl’s eyelids slip closed. “It was the last thing I saw,” she whispers. “Khir rising up to meet Rao in the atmosphere. While Krypton still had an atmosphere.”

Kieran’s claws maul Lena’s shoulder until she reaches out and puts a hand on top of Supergirl’s. 

“There’s Dust everywhere,” Lena tells her, then repeats: “Just because you can’t see your daemon, doesn’t mean they aren’t there.”

#my writing #idk what to tag this!! #dc daemons #with some luthor family insane dynamics thrown in bc slay #ive decided to care less abt what i put out onto the internet so have fun kids

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TRASHED SHORT DPXDC PROMPT IDEAS!

Ok so I have a LOT of prompts that I’ve made in the past few months. Some of them simply don’t make the cut. They’re either not fully DC related, I didn’t think they were good enough, or I for the life of me could not find credit of the idea that I built it off of so it was never posted (some of these ARE those ideas so if you do find the original idea, please for the love of god reblog this with a link so I can give proper credit)

Paulina becomes a psych professor(?)

Jon got funky body dysmorphia from getting aged up speedily. Dani has funky body dysmorphia from being an imperfect clone.

Wes figuring out red robins identity w/ parallels to Tim finding Dick’s identity.

Dash (as a GCPD Cop) beats the shit out of Flass (gotham cop who’s a shitstain of a human being. Add some parallels to Gordon fuckin up Detective Flass in Batman: Year One.)

Does Amity not do taxes bc they’re not a part of the US. (Link found) Wack nightvale bullshit ensues?

Theymescyrians are uncanny. Make em ghosty >:3

ghost portals heal people (credit whoever you saw that idea from) what if it worked on supers and how would it work on supers? Especially those who already have super healing.

(Danny turns into Dan with a miracleman au. Issue: only like 1% of my followers prolly know what the fuck Miracleman is so idk if I should post this)

That one fucking scene where Superboy is in a cave and can’t control his laser vision in a Nightwing comic and Nightwing and Batman help him? Yea swap Superboy for Danny (or Dani) and some new power.

Victor Zsasz has a mental breakdown over if he should mark Danny’s death since he’s already dead.

Barry Allen gets a vision via the speed force of this strange ethereal looking red-eyed man with a glowing D on his chest destroying the Watchtower

Batman becomes the royal advisor to Danny when he dies? Idk.

POV of the Bat’s PR person (not dpxdc but it’s good)

Plasmius tries to figure out a way to harness the Speedforce to go back in time and woo Maddie before Jack ever could. The Reverse Flash notices someone trying to tamper with the speedforce for personal gain… He could work with this.

Supergirl meets Dani and bond over being stuck in the shadow of their relatives

Last but not least, my cat sitting on my keyboard:

Cat prompt #1: He has spoken. Nmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjbhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnyhjj

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