#dccomics fanfiction

[cardcaptorsakura96]

A Pleasant Ruse

Fandom: Supergirl

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Andrea Rojas, Alex Danvers, Winn Schott

Summary: Lena runs into her ex-Andrea who wants her back. Lena panics and tells her that Kara is her girlfriend. Will Kara be willing to help Lena keep up the ruse?

Lena looked at her phone and sighed as she walked down the street. L-Corp stock was down again after Lex’s latest stunt against Superman. The Board was at each other’s throats about what to do. Normally, these things didn’t get to her, but today she just felt like curling into a little ball and hiding in the middle of nowhere.

“Sometimes I wish I could go somewhere where no one knew my name,” muttered Lena. 

Normally, she would wallow in her apartment and drink the night away, but she knew she didn’t have to do that anymore, especially with Kara and her friends. She blushed when she thought of Kara. Every time she smiled, it would light up the room. She was hoping a little of that light would rub off on her today. When she called Kara an hour ago, she was happy that she was available to talk but was wondering if Lena would be able to do so at Noonan’s. She was saving seats for some of the others in their friend group. Lena would rather they be alone, but she realized that she did call Kara out of the blue without necessarily considering her current plans. Also, her curiosity was piqued. Noonan’s wasn’t normally opened passed 10 p.m. during the week. However, it was currently 10:39 p.m.

After five more minutes, she began to see the outline of Noonan’s but was surprised to see not only was the place lit up, but there were multiple cars parked down the block. As she got closer, she noticed that the place was packed. It was more crowded than the morning rush. When she got inside, Lena looked around the crowded room and smiled when she saw Kara hopping up and down waving at her from the back. She shook her head and tried to maneuver her way towards Kara. 

As she got closer, she nearly stopped and blushed. Lena didn’t notice before because she could only see Kara’s face and arms when she was at the front of the restaurant, but now that she was in front of the blonde, she was surprised at what she was wearing. She had on a green short-sleeved crop top, black short shorts, and brown hiking shoes. Her hair was flowing down her back. The entire outfit highlighted Kara’s muscular form. Kara usually wore things that covered her fully. She didn’t realize that Kara had a hardcore twelve-pack abs, and toned legs and arms. She gulped when Kara hugged her tightly. She could feel the heat in her face growing. Lena had to fight to keep her arms next to her instead of caressing her abs. 

“Lena, I am glad that you were able to come out!” exclaimed Kara excitedly. 

“Me too,” squeaked Lena. 

As they went to sit down, Kara stared at her with a frown. 

“Are you ok? Your face looks a little flushed and you are panting.”

Lena tried to seem unfazed but felt like her brain was in overdrive. 

She started fanning herself and shakily said, “I’m, um, fine. Yes, I am fine.”

Kara stared at her hesitantly and said, “You don’t seem so sure.”

Lena let out a nervous laugh and said, “Don’t worry. I just got winded trying to get back here. I don’t think I have ever seen this place so packed before, even during their morning rushes.”

“Oh, yeah. I forgot to mention that they are having an event here tonight. You know the author Helena Bromfield?”

Lena nodded and said, “Ah, yes! She has a bunch of popular action books.”

“Yup! That is the one. Well, she is having a book reading for her latest novel: Alana and the Lost Civilization of Atlantis at midnight tonight. She will then host a Q&A followed by a book signing. That is why a lot of the people here are in costume.”

Lena looked around and felt a little foolish. She had been so focused on seeing Kara that she didn’t notice the outfits everyone was wearing. They all looked like they were out of some archeological action movie. Lena shook her head and stared back at Kara. 

“I never took you as one that was into cosplaying. You look very good as Alana.”

Lena felt her face flushed again and looked down. 

Good doesn’t begin to describe it. She looks sexy as hell.

Lena had to slowly breathe in and out to try to control her racing heart. Lena had secretly been a fan of Bromfield’s work. Her mother always disapproved of sci-fi and fantasy. Her thoughts were living in reality was more important than make-believe. However, the books offered her a brief escape from all the trauma of that household, mostly done by Lex. She would imagine going on an adventure with the Great Alana as she explored distant worlds and planets. She recently had been fantasizing about Kara as Alana and whisking her off on an amazing adventure. The thought caused her to blush harder. 

Can’t believe I get to live out part of my fantasy!

Kara chuckled while rubbing the back of her neck and said, “Thanks! I wasn’t sure if I could pull this off.”

Lena stared at her dumbfounded. 

She thinks she couldn’t pull it off! She looks ten times better than the initial character description for Alana. I am surprised that guys and girls aren’t flocking to her now!

Lena cleared her throat and said, “You pull off the look amazingly. I’m surprised the other people cosplaying as Alana don’t look at you with envy.”

Kara blushed while laughing. 

“You are too kind.” 

They looked at each other shyly for a moment before Lena asked, “If the book reading doesn’t start until midnight, why are people here so early?”

“Good seating. Alex made me promise to get here at 9 to save seating for her and Winn since they wouldn’t be able to get here until after 11. I got here at 10, and I had to fight people in order to get this booth since it was so packed.”

Lena chuckled which caused Kara to frown.

“What’s so funny?” pouted Kara.

“I didn’t mean to laugh. It is just that I wished I had gotten here sooner to see you try to defend your territory.”

Kara chuckled and said, “It didn’t get nearly as dramatic as that. I just gave a very stern look until they backed off.”

Lena raised an eyebrow and said coyly, “Really? A stern look?”

Read the rest on AO3

#dc comics #dc universe #supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #supercorp #kara danvers x lena luthor #supergirl fanfiction #supercorp fanfiction #supergirl fanfic #kara danvers x lena luthor fanfiction #dccomics fanfiction #andrea rojas #alex danvers #winn schott #idiots in love #fake dating #book reading #ruse #fluff #cosplay #jealousy

[astrae03]

Captain’s log: It’s been almost 2 hours since AO3 went down I’m not coping well to the point my introverted ass has finally decided to actually post something on tumblr for the first time; but in these dark times desperate measures must be taken. Stay strong everyone we will get through this. 🥲😭

#ao3 #ao3 fanfic #fanfic withdrawals #lin beifong #kuvira #avatar the legend of korra #korra #korvira #avatar korra #korra x kuvira #legend of korra #lok #kya #kyalin #lin beifong x kya #wonderwoman #brucewayne #batfamily #batman x wonder woman #dccomics #raya x namaari #fanfic #fanfiction #edeleth #edelgard von hresvelg #byleth #female byleth #fire emblem three houses #natasha romanoff x reader #wandanat x reader

[file808]

Model Tim Au

An au were the media starts giving Tim more attention and someone offers him a modeling gig. He doesn't have anything better to do so he excepted it, and he finds ot that he actually likes modeling.

If y'all wanna see this then I'll probably write a fic on it.

#tim drake #red robin #dc comics #dccomics #batfamily #batman #batfam #detective comics #dc poll #tumblr polls #tim drake fanfiction #Tim drake poll

[goodoldfashionedengineer]

#dc #dc comics #dc fandom #dc fanfic #dc fanfiction #superman #superman comics #batman #batman comics #dccomics #batman fanfiction #batfam fanfic #superman fanfiction #justice league #dc poll #dc polls

[dragonpyre]

Scene from my fic Prodigal. Definitely a spoiler if you haven't read it (but you should, it's really good)

Commission info ko-fi

#bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #dc #dc comics #dccomics #batfam #batfamily #batdad #fanart #fan art #my art #portfolio

[mathiwrites]

the lighthouse, an au fanfic where orm is raised alongside arthur on the surface

Chapter 1

This place is suffocating.

Though there is no air, she craves the crisp feeling of it in her lungs and the warmth of the sun against her face. The surface—the surface is what she longs for with its simple pleasures and its anonymity. She looks upon the great city of Atlantis, dreaming of a little lighthouse in a small town. She grew up here, and yet, this place has become her prison.

I should have been Queen.

Her eyes flutter shut. Images flood her mind of a happy little boy whose heart is bigger than his body, and of a man who’s tender eyes always see right through her. They are so different from her with their sun-loved skin of deep ochre and bright, bright smiles it’s almost blinding. At first, Atlanna could not believe a boy like Arthur could come from her.

I want to be anywhere else, she laments quietly to herself, but she does not cry. Tears and sorrow are beneath her.

A tiny cry cuts through her thoughts. She spares not a second, gathering the little bundle out of his coddling clam and holding him close. Atlanna hushes the child, a perfect blonde baby—her little fry. He quiets at her touch, his blue eyes opening to look at her. He smiles, blowing happy little bubbles at the sight of her. He is so small and so innocent; he is the only thing that makes her happy here.

But if he stays here, he will not know happiness.

Neither of them will.

It happens in a split second; Atlanna tucks her son against her chest and wraps him tightly with supple fabrics. He will not fit beneath her armour, but she will die before letting any harm come to him. She returned to this place in hopes of protecting those she loved, and she had not wanted another child. She had wanted no offspring for the Kingdom was her child. She had plans to nurture it and help her people flourish. Her presence here meant Arthur would be safe, but who would protect this little one?

Atlanna has had enough.

She has had enough of her husband’s ambition and his betrayal.

She has had enough of the roiling feelings in her chest. 

“Your Highness, what are you doing?”

“You know exactly what I am doing, Vulko.”

The High Councillor has been with her since she was born, and now, he has lived to see the birth of her sons. Both of them. His expression is grave as he watches her prepare, but he does not stop her. He never will, for the heart and soul of Atlantis has always been with her. He raised her to be the Queen she always dreamed of being, one that ruled with no male by her side, but he could not sway her father’s hand. Ever since the marriage, he atones for being unable to save her from this lesser life. The bruises Orvax leaves on her skin are his trespasses as much as they are his King’s.

“He will not let you take his son.”

“My son. Orm is my son, just as much as Arthur is, and I will not let Orvax taint him!”

Vulko hangs his head, shaking it in thought. “Perhaps you should consider challenging him, for the sake of your children.” He has been encouraging it since the first time he noticed Orvax has been laying hands on her. “You are the stronger combattant.”

“And the Council?”

She breezes past the guards outside her room, knowing that Vulko would have them stand down. He follows closely behind her, speaking quietly. He motions for them to give them room.

“We will face the Council if it comes to that, but you have their favour. They know you, your Majesty.”

“Their favour? What good did their favour do when my husband went back on his word and took my crown in the name of tradition? I will not wait for him to change his mind, and I will not wait for someone to save me.”

Atlanna stops at the armory. She tips her head up, waiting for the doors to slide open and welcome her in. Nothing happens. She presses her fingers against the door, testing its integrity.

Access denied, speaks a robotic voice.

She tries again.

Access denied.

Her entire life has been spent in this palace exploring different rooms to her delight, yet now that she is grown, she is not trusted with sharp objects. Atlanna was born with a trident in her hand, and she would often pluck the crown off her father’s head when he held her. This is unacceptable. She bangs her fist against it, denting the door. Vulko cannot help her without compromising his alliance.

“Go,” she tells him. “Warn your king.”

It doesn’t occur to her to take Vulko with her. His place is here. He would rot on the surface. People like him—like her —were made for war. He can still save himself, but her life belongs to the little one curled against her chest with his little fists balled in errant strands of her pale hair.

“Atlanna,” her old friend starts, his voice rough with an unfamiliar emotion.

“Do not .”

Apologies are not his to give. She would refuse them anyway, so he might as well save his breath.

Vulko bows to her, one last time, and swims off to warn Orvax of his betrayal. It is his duty; his Queen has ordered it of him.

There is no hesitation in the way she swims through the halls of her childhood. Memories haunt her with every stride. Children playing—a little girl, and a little boy who could have been the love of her life instead of her greatest enemy—and laughing about dreams of princesses and karathens. She turns her back on the man he could have been, finally seeing Orvax for the king that he is. 

At the entrance of the throne room, the last statue of her youth stands, tall and proud with an old claymore of human making. The two of them had found it at the bottom of the North Sea and she had been so fascinated with its abnormally large blade. They had carried it together, snuck it back through the same pocket underneath the Gates, and hit it in a wreckage that only nobles could access, but none ever dared. Orvax had been proud to gift it to her upon their betrothal, a perfect addition to honour her statue—a perfect way to mark the end of their childish dreams.

Atlanna rips the weapon out of her coral-kissed hands, testing its weight. It fits her better now that she is older, wiser and angry enough to wield a dull blade against an enemy. Her rage will be her strength. She needs nothing more than that.

The throne room is a massive auditorium. Her people are welcome to attend any official rulings and its size accommodates not only for Atlanteans, but its neighbouring Kingdoms of the Wrights and the Bright Lights. She had stood upon the dais, thinking of all the good she could do with Orvax at her side. He had stood with her, dreaming just as loudly and just as fervently. When the crown had been within reach, when he had snatched it right from under her with laws and technicalities, she no longer bothered to visit this damned place.

“Atlanna,” Orvax purrs, floating towards her with his arms spread wide as if to welcome her home. “My darling son.”

She stops out of reach, just as his eyes flicker to her sword.

“Vulko informed me that you were going to run. Here, I thought he was overreacting.” 

Once more, he approaches her. Atlanna steps back. She is not here to posture, she is here to fight and there is no need to let him anywhere near them. 

“My love, come .” Anger simmers beneath his kind words. 

His hand darts out to grab her arm. Atlanna parries the attempt with the blade of her sword. It only serves to draw up mocking laughter.

“That blade is dull.”

She draws the blade quickly, adding pressure to it. Though it does not cut on its initial contact, by the time she has run the length of it against his offending palm, blood wafts in the water between them.

“But my intent is not. You will let me leave with my son and you will not follow.” The request is simple and clear, but her husband has made a habit of not listening. “Every guard, assassin or man you send after me will die with my name on their lips and their regrets for not pledging allegiance to me . Send an army and I will answer in kind.”

“Ha! You and what army? The surface dwellers?” Orvax’s lips curl. “Ever since my coronation, you have been a hook in my side. I am sick of it, Atlanna. You could have been a great Queen, but you insist on whoring around on the surface and raising that abomination . He will bring about our ruin.” When he tries to bridge the distance, to tower over her like he has done time and time again, Altanna points the tip of her claymore in the center of his chest, where his heart would have been, if he had one.

“If you are so curious, try me and find out.” Her voice does not waiver and her grip does not tire. Orm fusses against her, but her eyes do not leave Orvax as she runs a comforting hand through his soft hair. “You are not Atlantis, and he will is not a threat. I am.”

Orvax opens his mouth to speak and she shifts her aim towards his throat, the metal testing the yield of his skin.

“I am giving you one chance. You love Atlantis, as do I, but I have found something I love more. Leave me be. We will not disturb you.” 

In his eyes, Atlanna can see the anger and the pride. She knows he will not let her swim out of this Kingdom without a fight. She also knows that he will not raise his sword against her, not yet. She is too rational to justify such public violence, and he respects tradition too much to act without a public trial. He will chase her until the ends of the earth. What a shame.

“Go, but leave the boy.”

“No.”

“He is my heir.”

“And he is my son.” On that, she refuses to yield.

“You did not want him,” Orvax grits through his teeth.

“And I thought I wanted you. Things change, Orvax. If you come for him, or me, or anyone else in my family, whether it is here or on the surface, I will kill you. Slow. You are not a crown. You are made of flesh, bone and many soft things. You will not touch me again. Do you hear me?”

For a brief moment, fear flickers behind the King’s eyes. He hesitates, considering the merit of a fight.

“You are mine, Atlanna. The Widowhood gave you  to me.”

“I was never theirs to give.” The Queen turns to her former counselor. “Tell any guard you send after me that they will be slaughtered. Indiscriminately.”

“Do not command—”

Atlanna moves quickly, closing the distance between them. She shifts the sword’s trajectory, aiming the butt of the hilt towards his stomach. The feint works in her favour as he moves to block it. Her target was never something so obvious. She slams her forehead into his and a burst of blood clouds his face. She doesn’t dare wait for his retaliation; she swims as fast as she can.

“What are you doing?!” Orvax roars at his high counselor. “Go after her!”

“I am waiting for your command, your highness.” Is that not what Orvax wanted?

The delay of getting the orders to the soldiers gives Atlanna enough time to escape. The guards she encounters are reluctant to face their beloved princess turned hostage. No one speaks of Orvax’s firm hand, but they know. They always have.

This time, with her baby strapped against her chest, she does not look back.

Atlantis is not her home.

The journey from the Kingdom to Amnesty Bay is a long one. She can only ride her mighty shark so far before she sends it back on a journey back towards the only home it knows; she has no choice but to swim in  long and roundabout ways to preserve the safety of her family. Travelling by land is safer, but the shift in environment is too difficult for her little one who wails at the strange new sensations and the dry, dry air. 

“I know, my fry, I know,” she soothes, wading back into smaller bodies of water. Rivers and lakes are better, but they are not as accessible as she would like. There are brief periods where she has to travel by foot. Orm cries for the most part; she soaks him in birdbaths and forgotten kiddie pools. A family nearly calls the authorities on her. To them, she is a madwoman who has kidnapped a distressed child. 

With the lighthouse in view, Atlanna’s strength is renewed. She lights up and kisses the top of her son’s head.

“Look, we are home.”

#dc fanfic #fanfiction #my fics #dccomics #aquaman #aquaman and the lost kingdom #arthur curry #atlanna #orm marius #ocean master #the lighthouse

[graysonandquinn]

“Hello 911? You better come pick me up-” Punchline about to get her ass beat by Harley “My Dick’s Bigger” Quinn! LOOK WHAT I MADE!!! 😆😆 (also caption contest in the comments cuz honestly i didn’t know what to caption it?? it looks like some stupid meme 😂) feel free to repost, w. credit please! #harleywing #harleyquinn #nightwing #dickgrayson #punchline #batfamily #dccomics #fanedit #fanfiction #graysonandquinn https://www.instagram.com/p/CnhVSW5uRnJ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#harleywing #harleyquinn #nightwing #dickgrayson #punchline #batfamily #dccomics #fanedit #fanfiction #graysonandquinn

[vanezzky]

*Masterlist*

                  Rick Sánchez x Reader

Owned by Sánchez :

          Prólogo .   / Aesthetic 

  : ¿ Hogar dulce hogar ?

: Ponme al día.

Estás obsesionado, déjame ir.      

En el fondo de mi mente.

Con mis brazos alrededor de mi cuello.

Colocado de tí.

Reacción química provocada por la oxitocina.

Mi tipo es...

El principio del abismo.

Ella es MÍA.

Falling in reverse.

Fantasmas del pasado, presente y futuro.

Vuelta al principio.

Dejavú

Dispara al diablo.

Viejos enemigos.

Palabras como golpes.

Hablando claro, tengo un problema.

No debía pasar.

Apocalypse    (En proceso )

        Prólogo / Aesthetic.

One shots :

                  -Científco, playboy y ¿Peluquero? [ Rick x Kat]

The Joker x Reader 

Sanity Mask 

  Prólogo  / Aesthetic

 La curiosidad mató...

 Detenida pero no presa.

Bienvenida a Arkham.

Pacto con el diablo.

Recordatorio.

La ruleta rusa, sin pistola 

#Masterlist #rick & morty #rick and morty fanfic #rick sanchez #rick sanchez fanfic #rick sanchez x reader #rick sanchez x oc #rick and morty #joker #joker btas #btas #batman the animated series #batman #dc #dccomics #joker x reader #joker x oc #joker fanfiction

[dcbatlanternweek]

76 Days to GO!!

Just a quick reminder that were is only 76 days until the start of our first BatLantern Weekend!!!

We’re very excited to see how this goes and if we can upgrade to a week next year :))) 

#dcbatlanternweek2023 #batlantern #dcbatlantern #bruhal #jaykyle #batlanternweekend2023 #dcu #dccomics #event #dcevent #writing #fanfiction

[sunnycanwrite]

I neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed a sleep deprived tim and the batfam desperatly trying to make him sleep but the ONLY ones who can are alfred and barbara but there somewhere else. it'll be so funny for the batfam to attempt to wrangle tim for a couple hours until either alfred/cass get him to sleep.

i love this prompt! Little heads up I don't write Tim as a coffee addict, due to projecting that he is ADHD and caffeine makes him tired, and since the coffee thing is fanon. But i love this prompt so much so here we go. Hope this helps y'all fic deprived gremlins while ao3 is down.

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Dick had been sitting in the end of the bed, dialing Alfred's number for the last thirty minutes. Everytime it went straight to his voicemail, which was very much not helpful at the moment. The fact that Alfred had gone to Smallville for the weekend, was making the current situation worse.

The situation was: Tim, with a newly broken arn, and a bruise the size of a softball on the left side of his face. Who would not go to sleep until he finished logging in all the details of his patrol for the night. He didn't sleep enough, Tim was a night orl. He'd stay up all night, and catch a fed hours during the day. That normally was fine.

Expect there was no Alfred to get him to bed, a he was injuried, and insist that a good night's sleep would help him heal. And no Cass to sit beside him until he actually fell asleep. And not even Barbara to hack all his devices so he'd be forced to get actual rest.

"We could just put drugs in his tea? They hit, and boom no more problem!" Steph chripred from her place on the other side if the room.

She'd been on patrol with Tim when he'd tiredly stepped off a building and face danced into d dumpster. The small of rotten fruit coming from her, made that clear. As she'd pulled him from it and got their asses back to the cave.

Tim looked over, a confused expression on his face. "I'm just trying to finish my report, there's no issue with me staying up any longer-"

"I'm not the one who walked off a building!"

Tim grumbled under his breath before, looking back down at his computer. He was propped up in his bed, typing with his good hand. It was taking a painstaking long time.

Dick put his phone down, well that was a no on Alfred. Though he'd most likely call back later demanding to know what went wrong. He wanted to try Barbara and Cass, but they were on a League missing. Therefore not helpful at all.

"Injuried people go to sleep." Dick stated, grabbing for his younger brothers computer only to get scratched at in return.

Tim pulled the computer closer to himself. He looked like shit, even without the shiner he would. It was clear he'd skipped sleep a few days in a row for the case he was working on. And would not close his eyes, until he put the final details in the correct file.

#Not exactly what you wanted #At all #But a drabble #because i can #And cause I only have the use if one arm rn #batman fanfiction #tim drake wayneTim #batfam #batfamily #batman #dc comics #batman and robin #tim drake #stephanie brown #dick grayson #drabble #dccomics #dc comic #dc characters

[thenonbinarydetective]

I saw it a few times the other day and honestly that phrase that some people keep saying about the batfamily, "these characters have been around for 80 years, they change all the time and people never get mad" cause it's just wrong in so many ways

Biggest and easiest one, "been around for 80 years": Not every character has been around for 80 years. Simple as that. Many batfamily members have significantly less comic appearances than the members who have been (actively) around for a long time.

"they change all the time": Not necessarily true. There are times where their personalities have changed but that doesn't mean there is no consistency. There are things that are true no matter what. Even if that trait disappears, it'll come back eventually (if we're lucky).

"People never get mad": Literally the dumbest part of this entire argument. The absolute dumbest. People who read comics get mad all of the time. Over everything. Not just DC fans, literally everyone.

Whether or not it's justified can change from issue to issue (several applicable definitions here). But speaking specifically with mischaracterizations, there are plenty of people who are rightfully pissed when writers mischaracterize. It doesn't even have to be their favs.

For the love of any god look at Gotham War. People on Twitter are hating it. People on Tumblr and TikTok are hating it. If those three agree it might as well be a sign of the apocalypse. And the running theme of every complaint I've seen from comic readers? mischaracterization

In the nicest way possible, how far does your head have to be up your ass to pretend this is even remotely true?

#Like seriously how are you gonna say this included a character who has had about a handful of appearances with a consistent personality #and the only outlier is one that is reamed for shitty character portrayals and fanfiction written by people who don't know who they are #batfam #batfamily #obviously I can say more but you get my point #there is just something so annoyingly inherently wrong about this statement and people just sound stupid when they use it #but they think it's actually a good take #or actually better yet they use a mischaracterization that's widely hated #that always gets me #'but know one complains about this' honey everyone has complained about this #dc #dccomics #dc comics #dc universe

[cardcaptorsakura96]

Getting To Know You

Fandom: Supergirl

Characters: Lena Luthor, Kara Danvers, Lillian Luthor

Summary: Kara and Lena run into a familiar face while on a trip to Chicago. Whether it is a good or bad thing remains to be seen.

Word Count: 3,015

Chapter: 1/1

Trigger warning: There is a mention of a death in the story. It happens before the events of the story.

Notes: This is for the Writing Workshop Week 3: Stories of a Place with @bettsfic and @books

Lena huffed as she finally got the coat over her body and zipped up. She looked down and smiled. It warmed her heart to see her six month pregnant belly. It took years to get to this point. She cupped her belly and started rubbing it.

“I can’t wait to met you guys.”

She looked up looking for her other half. She smiled when she spotted Kara coming towards her now all button up in her coat as well.

“Sorry I took so long. Clark had more photos that he wanted to show of Johnathan’s little league game.”

“You know that will be us in a couple of months.”

Kara cackled which caused Lena to smile more. Kara’s smiles were always the best part of Lena’s day.

“I already told Clark and Lois to be ready for the tons of photos we will be sending them soon. Speaking of….”

Kara slipped her arms around Lena and caressed her stomach.

“How are our little peanuts doing?”

Lena looked up at Kara pouting while holding her belly.

“We are all hungry.”

Kara kissed Lena on her forehead and said, “Let’s fix that. We can go to Ceres Cafe which is a couple of blocks from here.”

She held out her arm which Lena eagerly grabbed and headed out into the brisk October winds.

As they walked, Kara asked, “Are you okay to walk to the place? I could always fly us there.”

Lena sighed and rolled her eyes.

“It is only a couple of blocks. I think I can make it.”

Lena looked up to Kara pouting. She tried not to, but couldn’t help to chuckle.

“I just you and our little peanuts to be safe,” Kara muttered.

“We appreciate your attentiveness. You don’t have to worry about us all….”

Lena stopped and stared across the street. Kara noticed her stopping and eyes started to bulge.

“Lena, are you ok? Is it the babies? Do we need to get you to the hospital? Do we…”

Lena turned around and placed a finger on Kara’s lips to silence her.

“Nothing is wrong. It is just… Well, look.” Lena pointed across the street. Kara followed her finger and groaned.

“Your mother is here.”

“It is not just that. Look at what she is doing.”

Kara frowned and said, “It looks like she is standing in line for something.”

“And you don’t find that unusual?”

Kara looked at Lena puzzled.

“I feel like I am missing something here.”

“My mother has never waited in line for anything. She always claimed her time was too precious and would send her assistants to get her things for her.”

Lena started to cross the street with Kara trailing behind her.

“Why are we going in the direction of your mother?”

“To see what she is doing.”

“Do we really have to? Anyway, I thought that you were hungry.”

Lena stopped and looked back at Kara with huge round eyes and a large pout.

“Our little peanuts and I want to investigate.”

Kara sighed and shook her head.

“Fine, we can say hi. But if she does something even slightly shady…”

“I know. I know. We will leave immediately if she tries something.”

As they walked across the street, Lillian looked up and noticed them. She looked startled. Lena smirked. She has hardly ever able to surprise her mother before. Once they were in front of her it was a weird feeling. It was like they were strangers instead of family. Lillian went towards Lena to try to hug her, but stopped after seeing the glare on Kara’s face. Lena was surprised to see a wince on her mother’s face, but it was quickly replaced by one that was passive.

“Lena and Kara. What brings you to Chicago on this fine day?”

“The Art Institute of Chicago did an exhibit on the planet of Krypton. We showed up in support along with Clark and Lois,” said Lena.

“Ah, I heard about that event. It was a good gesture on their part.”

“Yes, it was just swell,” said Kara.

They all started at each other awkwardly as the line moved forward over the next couple of minutes.

Lena cleared her throat and said, “What is this line for anyway?”

Read the rest on AO3

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[babybratbat]

Here me out,

I wanna do a new story that makes people question things

Being a kid of morpheus and now you’re capable of doing things and slightly convincing themselves that they are making everyone hallucinate this entire thing, and that nothing is real until someone breaks through and realizes that earth is nothing but a desert plane and has to figure out to live in and get people to come to that side and wake up.

Anyways, i wanna be supported and get the stuff i need to write with and if you wanna see more stuff

My instagram is babybratbat

And my cashapp if you wanna support me is $babybratbat03

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[roy-dcm2]

Circe should be Diana's Arch

Like every comic book fan, I have my own ideas on how to change a character, and, for me, one of the biggest oversights is that The Cheetah is often depicted as Wonder Woman's archvillain.

I am convinced that the only reason Cheetah gets the spotlight is because she was on the Superfiends cartoon half a century ago. But it doesn't make any sense. An archvillain should be the hero's opposite, look at the other members of the DC Trinity -

Batman / Joker = Order vs Chaos

Superman / Luthor = Brawn vs Brains (or Altruism vs Selfishness)

Wonder Woman / Cheetah = Truth vs FURRY?

(Or you could make the stretch and say Peace vs Violence, or Humility vs ... doing things the easy way, which is what WW1984 went with.)

It feels so forced.

If I was in charge of DC Comics, I would put more emphasis on Circe, the Sorceress, as Wonder Woman's true archvillain. Think about it... what is Circe most famous for? She's a mythological character that transformed Odysseus' men into pigs during the Odyssey.

These transformations are lies. They're not a person's true self.

And Diana is the Spirit of Truth. She was even the Goddess of Truth, for a bit.

See how it makes for a better dynamic?

Not only that, but being an all powerful sorceress, Circe has access to more resources than the Cheetah. If Circe can't conjure something with her Magic, she can enchant people to do her steal it for her. She can turn men into beast warriors to serve as an army, or impart powers on women. (Like, I would change Silver Swan to be one of her minions.)

Finally, and the most controversial change, I would make Circe every bad idea about Wonder Woman.

Ignorant people have a skewed perception of what Wonder Woman is - a man-hating, lesbian that thinks women should be in charge, preaching peace through violence. (That's fascism.)

(You could also maker her a TERF)

Expanding on that, Circe thinks men are worthless, but regular women are still beneath her, and she can be vain and shallow. She mainly appreciates beautiful women, as long as they don't displease her. She likes to turn men into animals, but women she'll turn to stone, so she can still appreciate their beauty without having to put up with their personalities.

They say the opposite of love isn't hate, it's control. Circe wants to control everyone, make them bend to her will.

Diana's philosophy is "loving submission." Both partners need to out their trust in each other to look out for one another.

It would be a controversial change, since Diana's arch would come off like an obsessed, jilted lover, but here's always been homoerotic tones underneath Joker and Luthor's obsessions with their archrivals. In this modern era, we can get away being more upfront about it. You just got to tread lightly.

DC has played with it a little bit, using Circe as Diana's rival in the DC Trinity comic, but her appearances are still few and far between. Plus, we had Cheetah in the WW1984 movie, giving the audiences more exposure to that dead end.

Oh well, now that I said it, it'll never happen, but I like Tumblr as a place to post my fanfiction ideas.

What do you think? Who should be Diana's archrival? Are you a fan of the Cheetah. Feel free to leave a comment.

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[jasontoddsthickbabe]

I’m seriously thinking about writing some fanfics soon I dunno wen tho I’m thinking lol

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[mathiwrites]

the lighthouse, an au fanfic where orm is raised alongside arthur on the surface

Chapter 3

“Lana.” 

Tom’s voice drifts from far away, like a piece of wood cradled by the waves. 

“Lana?”

Tom’s voice is distant, muffled by a whole world above the waterline.

Atlanna blinks slowly, listening to the relentless storm. It has worsened since her arrival and gives no sign of stopping. She hadn’t felt it brewing, either. There was no soothing moisture in the air, a cool reprieve to the dryness of the air. She sees past the blurry glass, hearing the march of soldiers in the rhythm of the rain. This is no feat of nature—it is Orvax’s wrath risen to the surface.

His touch startles her. The surface slows her down, but she still has enough strength to pull him over the shoulder and stop the momentum, half-catching his body before it slams against the window. It’s an awkward maneuver that leaves Tom half-laying in her lap and mostly staring up at her in shock. For a moment, he forgot that she is a warrior, first.

“Tom, I apologize.”

“Nope, no need.” He raises a hand and waves away her worries. “Help me up?”

“Of course.”

She still wears her armour, minus the sling and her child. As soon as the boys were put to bed, she planted herself at the living room window, the same one that Arthur had been playing at, and watched the rain.

“I don’t know what you’ve been through,” Tom confesses. He’s just a lighthouse keeper. His life has been pretty simple. The most exciting thing to ever happen to him is sitting in front of him, and the other two are sleeping soundly upstairs. “But you can rest.” He doesn’t dare to presume, so he offers her a small smile. “At least for a little while. I’ll keep watch.”

Atlanna stares at him, cocking a slender blonde brow. “You’ll… keep watch?” Her words are slow, either reasoning with his offer, or trying to make sure he understands what he’s offering.

“Yes, I can do things, princess.”

Her eyes darken, despite the hum of his laughter. He means well, but the endearment reminds her of all that she has lost. She is nothing here. She is undeserving of that title.

“Lana, I didn’t mean it that way.”

“I know,” she says, clipped. 

Tom had always found that strange, how beings of the sea could sound so dry. Their time together had brought colour to her features and her voice. He swears that he taught her to laugh—at least, the kind of laughter that made her belly hurt and tears crest at the corner of her beautiful blue eyes. The Lana she grew to be at his side is gone now, but he has hope. She’ll find freedom again, one step at a time. 

“Tom,” she starts, and stops. The journey across the states has given her time to think about what she would say once she found him again, and yet, she doesn’t know what she wants to ask. “I had nowhere else to go. We will leave as soon as we can, I just—”

“Whoa, whoa, what are you talking about?” He reaches out to rub her shoulders, to soothe in that way he always does when she gets caught in the tides of her own mind. 

Atlanna shrugs him off. She does not deserve the comfort; she is unused to such a soft touch. Beneath her armour, there are bruises that have yet to heal. Some wounds have not healed correctly from time wasted, barred from getting help by her own husband. She takes responsibility for each of these scars because they are her fault. It was her complacency that caused this. It was her doubt that allowed Orvax to have so many chances . She left a good man thinking that love would be enough to foster kindness. 

She left a man she loves for a man she loved .

There is no world where this makes sense, and so, this is her fault. Why should Tom fix a heart he did not break and why should he help a woman who did not choose him?

His hands hover in the air, and his fingers curl in hesitation, before he drops them at his side. 

“You have a place here with me and Arthur. Always. You’re his mother.” Even if she doesn’t want Tom, Arthur loves her.

“I’m not—”

And that strikes a chord before she can even finish her sentence. Tom’s face shifts into mild horror. Atlanna is Arthur’s mother. She carried him and birthed him. The nursery still has her attempts at painting happy fish over his cradle. (‘Attempts’ being the imperative word, her artistry gives the mural a lot of… uniqueness, Tom had said.) They spoke about family and giving Arthur a brother. The stars have aligned and they have that family. Except, only a simple man with a simple life could think such things. 

“I left him to have another child, one who stands to inherit everything that belongs to him.” Not once did it occur to her when conceiving Orm that she was giving Arthur a brother. “I have birthed enemies.”

“That’s… horrible.”

“As soon as I can, I will take my horrors with me.”

Tom scrubs a hand across his face. Raising a child alone has aged him as much as it has blessed him. He has always kept to himself, and his time alone at the lighthouse has taught him patience. Patience and forgiveness which he teaches Arthur to have. It’s only right he leads by example and offers Atlanna all the kindness that she missed these past few years.

“That’s not what I meant . Stay. I’m not suggesting it. I’m telling you. Stay, Lana. Let me help you.” He steps out of her way and lets her stare out the window. “I don’t have to stand guard if you don’t think I’m good enough, but Arthur didn’t turn out half-bad. It’s an expression,” he clarifies, before she thinks he is making a comment on his mixed heritage. “I can help with the kids. It’s not easy alone.” 

Tom kneels by her and looks up towards her as he speaks. The position is so disarming, it creates a jarring contrast to the past couple of years under Orvax’s rule. It makes her want to get out and run. The house is suddenly too small and his open affection is too much .

The chair clatters behind her as she stands suddenly, if only to create space between herself and him. The sound cuts through the rain and the silence of children sleeping. After a beat, Orm’s gargled wail echoes through the home and then—

And then it goes quiet just as quickly.

Orvax.

Her son has been silenced; her son is being attacked. She needs to be beside him. Atlanna pushes past Tom, dashing up the stairs with her sword in hand. Her heart hammers louder than each step she takes. (Slow, so slow. The surface is a weight upon her shoulders. Beneath the sea, she could soar .) She crashes through the door, and the baby starts crying again.

Little Arthur’s eyes fill with tears, suddenly startled by her entrance. He had climbed into bed with his little brother. He had soothed this child that was meant to replace him. Orm remains clutched in his arms, against his chest. Between hiccups, Arthur hushes the baby and hums the same songs his father did when he was even little-r.

She hadn’t meant to scare him. She thought—

Atlanna watches them in confusion. Her heart grows weak and her mind wars against it, trying to understand what this means. For too long, she could only count on herself. When Orm was born, she was the only one who could protect him, soothe him and teach him kindness. Happiness hinged entirely on her , and she had forgotten what it felt like. 

Her knees buckle as she slides to the ground. A clawed, choked sound escapes her.

“Mama!” Arthur shouts, openly crying now.

Tom’s steps quickly follow; where she goes, as long as it is on the surface, he is never far behind.  He holds his hand out and mumbles words of comfort in his native tongue to his son. Calm, stay, I am here . He remains by her side, coaxing her to lean on him.

“Mama needs to rest, Art. You did a good job.”

“Help,” Arthur adds.

“Yup, you helped a lot.”

“Mama sad?”

“Mhm.”

“Is Arthur fault?”

“No, son. You did nothing wrong.”

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