#DCuniverse

[animusrox]

THE BATMAN (2022) dir. Matt Reeves THE PENGUIN (2024) 1x02 "Inside Man" dir. Craig Zobel

[dailyflicks]

We were gonna run the family together. But Berto was taken from me.

THE PENGUIN 1x02 "Inside Man"

[fawcetttweets]

The Cheese

Starting a new blog! I have never used twitter once in my life and I’m still figuring out this tweet making app but I think this could be fun! Ignore any weird inconsistencies please I’m trying. All usernames were made up on the spot I hope none of them are used by real people and if they are they weren’t intended to be.

Masterlist // Next

[riverspider]

Winter in Gotham. THE PENGUIN — 1.06 "Gold Summit"

[chaoticallyfluffy]

Omg the quality of it on Tumblr is terrible why does it look like that

[dannypinot]

THE PENGUIN (2024—) 1.02 - Inside Man / 1.07 Top Hat I wanna be free...

[minyboy]

And I shall shed my light over dark evil, for the dark things cannot stand the light. The light of … THE GREEN LANTERN!

[yanderejustforyou]

Can you please do touch started/possesive Sofia Falcone x fem reader? More Sofia being vulnerable and soft when she is alone with her girlfriend

The city outside was unforgiving as always, its chaos mirrored in the harsh lines of Sofia Falcone’s life. But here, in the quiet sanctuary of her penthouse, with you, she let herself be something she couldn’t afford to be anywhere else—soft. Vulnerable.

Sofia positioned herself near the window, her silhouette a striking contrast against the shimmering city lights beyond. Her tailored trousers, perfectly fitted, lent a sharpness to her demeanor—an unyielding nature that demanded respect and admiration. But tonight, with the moonlight cascading over her high cheekbones and emphasizing the intensity of her azure gaze, it was you who captured her attention. It was you who captivated her thoughts as she stood lost in a moment of contemplation, caught between who she was and who she longed to be.

“You don’t have to stand there,” you said gently, patting the plush sofa invitingly next to you, as if to create a bridge between the emotional distance that still hung in the air. The softness of your voice, combined with the warmth radiating from your proximity, wrapped around her like a comforting blanket.

Sofia hesitated, her jaw tightening, her posture poised like a soldier preparing for an unseen battle. It was a familiar stance, one that betrayed the conflict nested deep within her—a war between her instincts and the burgeoning feelings that threatened to unravel the careful control she maintained at all times. Mustering her courage, she finally took a step towards you, her footsteps nearly silent against the luxurious fabric of the thick rug underfoot. When she sank down beside you, the closeness of your bodies created an electric yet tender connection. Her thigh pressed against yours, but even in this intimate space, she carried herself with the weight of uncertainty, afraid to fully lean in, to take more than she thought she deserved.

You reached out, your fingers gingerly brushing against hers, a delicate initiation of trust and connection. “It’s okay,” you whispered, the words a soothing balm against the turmoil of her thoughts.

At the touch, her hand twitched under yours—a moment that felt precarious, as if she were teetering on the brink of vulnerability. Just when you feared she might pull away, she defied those expectations, turning her palm upward and lacing her fingers with yours. Her grip was strong, almost desperate, each pulse of her heartbeat echoing the fear that you might vanish if she loosened hold.

“I don’t know how to do this,” she admitted, her voice barely rising above the ambient noise of the city outside. It was a raw confession that stripped away the layers of her carefully curated persona, laying bare the trepidation she felt within.

“Do what?” you prompted, though you already suspected the answer.

“Be… this person. With you. It’s not who I am,” she replied, the admission tasting bittersweet on her tongue.

You leaned in closer, resting your head against her shoulder, feeling the rigidity in her frame begin to soften. “It doesn’t have to come naturally. You don’t have to know everything right away. We’ll figure it out together,” you said, leaving no room for her insecurities to fester in silence.

Sofia exhaled a shaky breath, the tension in her body palpable as her free hand rose to brush through your hair. The initial touch was tentative, as if she was afraid of disrupting the fragile moment between you. But when you leaned into her touch, encouraging and warm, she began to relax, her fingers tangling in your locks with an earnestness that spoke volumes more than words ever could.

“You make it sound so simple,” she murmured, a hint of skepticism lacing her voice.

“Because it is,” you assured her, tilting your head to catch her gaze, your eyes earnest. “You’re allowed to want this, Sofia. You’re allowed to want me.”

In that moment, something within her softened, the rigid lines of her carefully constructed facade beginning to crumble under the weight of your sincerity. “You don’t know how dangerous that is,” she replied, her voice tinged with an urgency that sent a shiver down your spine.

You smiled, your fingers tightening around hers, grounding her in the moment. “I don’t care. You’re worth it.”

Then, with a tenderness that felt transformative, Sofia leaned in. Her lips brushed against your forehead in a gentle kiss that felt like a confession, a promise, a step into the unknown beside you. When she pulled back, resting her forehead against yours, her expression was imbued with a longing that went far beyond the physical—a desire rooted deep in the very core of her being, trembling with the weight of unspoken emotions.

“Stay with me. Just… stay.”

“Always,” you whispered in response, wrapping your arms around her in a comforting embrace.

“Always.”

Sofia’s fingers tightened around you, her hand trembling slightly against yours. You felt the tension in her body—years of restraint, loneliness, and control fighting against the tenderness you offered her so freely. She leaned into you further, her breath warm against your neck.

she whispered, her voice soft but desperate. “Please.”

Your heart clenched at the vulnerability in her tone. You shifted, cupping her face with both hands, your thumbs brushing along her sharp cheekbones. She closed her eyes at the contact, leaning into your palms like someone who hadn’t known warmth in years.

“I’ve got you,” you murmured, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Her breath hitched as you pressed another kiss to her temple, then her cheek, your lips moving with a careful reverence that made her shudder. Her hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.

“Don’t stop,” she murmured, her voice breaking.

“I won’t,” you promised, your lips finding hers in a soft, lingering kiss.

Sofia melted against you, her hands clutching at your back as though afraid you might disappear. The kiss deepened, her desperation bleeding through in the way her fingers roamed over you, mapping every inch of your body she could reach.

When you finally pulled back, she rested her forehead against yours, her breathing ragged. “I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve you.”

You shook your head, your hands sliding down to rest on her shoulders. “You deserve everything, Sofia. Let me show you.”

Her eyes met yours, and for the first time, you saw them unguarded—raw and full of longing. She reached for your hands, bringing them to her lips and pressing soft kisses to your knuckles. “Stay with me. Don’t let go.”

You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her into an embrace that spoke louder than words. Her head rested against your chest, and you could feel the rapid beat of her heart against yours.

“Never,” you whispered.

[crimsonkingart]

In the first Bruce and Dick are hiding from Alfie 😂😂 (the other are sketches)

[actionkiddy]

Supergirl (Kara)! I saw the recent Superman show and wanted to draw Kara~!

[animusrox]

The Batman (2022) dir. Matt Reeves

[teratron]

George Perez on the highest compliments he got for his Wonder Woman run.

[fawcetttweets]

Todays Foresight

Masterlist // First // Next

[layla-lobelia]

Chapter 1 : The Sun

Word Count: Approximately 1,162 words. Summary: The story begins with a nine-year-old Clark Kent watching as new neighbors, the Johnson family, move into the farmhouse next door.

The Kansas sun hung high in the sky, casting long shadows across the golden fields surrounding the Kent farm. Nine-year-old Clark Kent sat on the porch steps, his legs swinging back and forth as he watched the dust trail behind the moving truck rolling down the narrow dirt road. The truck creaked to a stop beside the neighboring farmhouse, a place that had been empty for as long as Clark could remember.

Clark tugged at the edge of his flannel shirt, feeling a mixture of curiosity and nervousness. New neighbors weren’t exactly common in Smallville, and the idea of meeting someone new made his heart race a little. He glanced back at the screen door behind him, where his mom, Martha Kent—or Ma Kent as everyone in town called her—was finishing up in the kitchen.

“You ready to meet the new folks?” Ma asked as she stepped out, carrying a large apple pie wrapped in a checkered cloth. Her smile was bright, but she had a keen way of noticing when Clark was uneasy.

“Yeah, I guess,” Clark replied, his voice a little higher than usual. He wasn’t scared exactly, but he couldn’t help feeling a little jittery.

Ma laughed softly and set the pie down for a moment, kneeling beside him. “They’re just people, Clark. Probably nervous, just like you are. But what’s the best way to meet new folks?”

Clark rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help grinning. “With kindness,” he said, parroting what Ma had told him a hundred times before.

“That’s right.” She ruffled his hair gently. “Now come on. Let’s give ‘em a proper Smallville welcome.”

Clark hopped off the porch, his boots kicking up little puffs of dirt as he and his mother made their way across the field that separated their farm from the neighbors’. He could see two men unloading furniture from the truck, lifting a couch and a couple of boxes toward the house. A woman stood nearby, shading her eyes with one hand as she surveyed the work. As Ma and Clark approached, the woman turned toward them and smiled.

“Hello there!” Ma Kent called out cheerfully, waving with her free hand.

The woman wiped her hands on her apron and walked over to greet them. Her hair was pulled into a neat bun, and her brown skin glowed in the sunlight. She looked warm and welcoming, the kind of person who could put anyone at ease with just a smile.

“Well, hello!” she said, her voice bright and full of energy. “You must be the Kents! I’m Flora Johnson. We’ve heard so many good things about you already.”

“And we’ve been lookin’ forward to meeting you,” Ma Kent replied, offering the pie with both hands. “We brought a little something—hope you all like apple pie.”

Flora’s eyes lit up as she accepted the pie. “Apple pie? Oh, this is just perfect! Thank you so much, Martha.” She handed Ma Kent a large glass jar filled with amber-colored honey. “My husband and I keep bees, so here’s a little something from our hive. You’ll never find better honey.”

Clark stood quietly by Ma’s side, his eyes flicking between the two women. He wasn’t sure when he was supposed to speak, and he felt like he was too big to hide behind Ma’s skirt but too shy to just stand there.

Flora seemed to notice Clark for the first time, her eyes softening as she bent down slightly to his level. “And who’s this handsome young man?”

“This is my son, Clark,” Ma Kent said with a proud smile. “Clark, say hello to Mrs. Johnson.”

Clark’s ears burned red as he mumbled, “Hello, ma’am,” keeping his eyes on the ground.

Flora chuckled softly. “A little shy, huh? Don’t worry, my daughter’s the same way. She’s around your age, but she’s probably hiding out in the barn right now. She’s not too thrilled about moving.”

Ma Kent gave Clark a gentle nudge. “Why don’t you go introduce yourself, Clark? I’m sure she’d love to meet someone her own age.”

Clark hesitated for a moment, but the idea of meeting someone new tugged at him, curiosity outweighing his nerves. “Okay,” he said, giving his mom a quick nod before walking toward the barn, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets.

As he rounded the side of the barn, he spotted a girl standing on the other side of a wooden fence. Her curly black hair, tied back with a red scarf, bounced as she tried to scramble over the fence. Her overalls, covered in tiny embroidered flowers, were dirt-smudged, and her face was scrunched up in concentration as she pulled herself up, one foot barely managing to hook over the top rail.

Clark watched for a moment, biting back a laugh, before stepping closer. “Uh, what’re you doing?”

The girl startled, her grip slipping as she dropped back down to the ground with a soft thud. She spun around, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. “I’m tryin’ to leave,” she muttered, wiping her hands on her overalls as she glared at him. “What’s it to you?”

Clark blinked, caught off guard by her bluntness. “Leave? But… you just got here.”

Layla frowned and crossed her arms. “I don’t like it here. What if the people here are mean? I don’t know anyone, and I don’t wanna be here.”

Clark tilted his head, thinking for a second before he stepped a little closer. “I’m not mean. And you know me now.”

The girl huffed but didn’t say anything, her stubbornness starting to crack a little.

“I’ll be your friend,” Clark said simply, his voice full of warmth. “That way, you don’t have to worry about not knowin’ anyone. I’m Clark, by the way.”

Layla’s frown slowly melted into something softer as she stared at him. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she dropped her arms to her sides. “I’m Layla,” she said quietly, kicking at the dirt with her boot. “You really wanna be my friend?”

Clark shrugged like it was the easiest thing in the world. “Why not? We’re neighbors, right? And I don’t got many friends either.”

Layla’s eyes widened a little, as if she couldn’t quite believe he meant it. She glanced back at the fence for a moment, then at Clark. Finally, she gave a small, hesitant smile. “You don’t seem like a bad neighbor.”

Clark smiled back, feeling a sense of relief and happiness spread through him. “And you don’t seem so bad yourself.”

Layla took a step forward, a little more confident now. “So… what do you do around here? Is there anything fun?”

Clark thought for a moment, then grinned. “Well, there’s a creek just down the hill. We can catch frogs and stuff. And sometimes Pa lets me drive the tractor. It’s pretty cool.”

Layla raised an eyebrow. “You can drive a tractor?”

Clark puffed out his chest a little. “Yup! Well, mostly just steer it. But it’s still fun.”

Layla giggled, the sound light and free. “Alright, that sounds kinda fun. Maybe this place won’t be so bad after all.”

Clark beamed, glad that he had managed to cheer her up. “Come on, I’ll show you the creek. It’s not far.”

Layla hesitated for a second, then nodded. “Okay, but you better not trick me.”

“I won’t!” Clark said with a laugh, already turning to lead the way. “Promise.”

As they walked back toward the barn, Layla glanced over at Clark, a small smile playing on her lips. Maybe this new place wouldn’t be so bad after all.

[todelve-intomy-monthlyfixations]

"From the DC Vault: Death in the Family: Robin Lives!" poll

I just read the issues of From the DC Vault: Death in the Family: Robin Lives! and I need to know if you guys think the alternative is accurate (esp the ending!!) because I have SUCH mixed opinions. Pls comment below your reasoning if you have time bc I genuinely wanna know what the fandom's opinion on this is.

[dannypinot]

THE PENGUIN (2024—) 1.03 - Bliss