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I’m curious if you have any thoughts or headcanons about Onslaught and alcohol. I imagine being a semi-functioning evil team is stressful and if Psimon is chucking everyone’s vapes then cigs and 420 isn’t an option, then alcohol is the second best thing right? Besides drinking together is team building and leads to this wonderful thing called “actually talking about your trauma instead of bottling it up for once”.
AAAA sorry about taking so long to get around to this.
I need to stop checking my inbox until I’m FULLY ready to yap and ramble. I need that lil blue dot reminding me I have asks so bad.
That IS a good question and I’m so flattered that y’all bother with my content. <3 I think they’d be at least somewhat different about alcohol.
(Sorry for any typos in advance, I wrote this mostly at various doctor’s appointments. ALSO. Last thing to apologize for. I’ve never vaped or smoked when I wrote the last part, but I also have never consumed alcohol and that fact may be more evident in this one)
Cw: Alcohol and some references to alcoholism, uh…references to angst but maybe more comfort than angst, kinda all over the place <\3
Okay so, in the beginning, Onslaught was Mostly teens. Psimon was BARELY even old enough to drink in America at the ripe young age of 21, flat. And I thinnkkkkkk Psimon is American? Even if he’s not, it seems the rest of Onslaught is, so I think Psimon would probably step up and be all “No, no,” confiscate all the bottles and cans and it’d make the teens so mad and indignant. Literal felons are being BABYSAT. Even when they travel where the drinking age is lower.
But when the teenagers turn old enough to drink, they have a whole little birthday celebration with what they can get, and of course, offer the first taste of alcohol. Their choice for what it is, as long as the team could afford it. Of course, they laugh and tease if they recoil from the taste.
Most of the team is pretty fond of drinking, usually together. It’s nice bonding.
Devastation is the only exception to the “Psimon Says no alcohol until you’re 21” rule from the beginning. The team can argue “She is LITERALLY one (1) year old” all they want. She is LITERALLY built different, Psimon is fine with her drinking.
Idk if she particularly has a preference for any kind. She’s probably one of those who subscribe to the belief of “It ain’t right if it doesn’t burn a bit going down”. Wine is probably somewhat…nostalgic. For some reason. Takes her back to someplace she can’t name, someplace she’s never been, but I think that’d be one of the only reasons she might prefer wine. Her taste may be all over. May be whatever’s strong and good. I’m no alcohol savant, what do I know?
She likes to drink to celebrate and to bond, sometimes to ebb at stress. It takes a LOT to get her drunk, but that’s not gonna stop her from getting drunk when she has the time and money burn on it. She gets drunk and gets even more jovial and warm and open, though she’s usually relatively open. Also, haphazard. She becomes a big fan of violating people’s personal space. Hugs, patting backs, throwing her arm around them, leaning on people shorter than her, etc.
It can annoy a lot of people if she does it too much, Psimon strangely doesn’t seem to mind too much tho…aheem…
Besides that, Psimon’s generally against the team drinking to the point of drunkenness, but there’s little to actually do about it; he struggles to track all of their limits, and when he’s focusing on one, that leaves all the others alone. He tries to avoid getting drunk himself instead. Someone has to stay sober, and his psionic powers don’t mix well with too much alcohol. And he’s the leader. It makes the most sense that it’d be him to keep his wits about him.
The Terror Twins are hearty drinkers; they also can drink a lot and get very warm and jovial when drinking, like Devastation. Any outing to a bar feels celebratory with them. They decided they don’t like to get fully drunk though, not too regularly. First Tuppence decided this, then Tommy when she pointed it out to him. They don’t want to open up more quickly than they intend. Psimon can relate to that, so he defends them when they drop out. That doesn’t stop them from having fun with everyone else though, or helping when things get bad. They’re usually decent at opening up on their own time anyway.
Shimmer and Mammoth like to follow Psimon’s lead and keep excess drinking to a minimum. A couple of shots, a glass or maybe two, it really depends on what it is, but that’s it. Mammoth can take more than his sister, just by merit of him being so much larger, but he doesn’t like the taste of alcohol at all while his sister does. However, the second either of them get any kind of buzz ebbing at their senses is the second they quit.
If they’re found sitting down and downing drinks, something is wrong. They’d only let go so much if they’re trying to drown their problems. Then, they can use some company. Someone lending an ear to their sorrows doesn’t sound half bad.
If another team member is in a similar situation and needs someone to simply sit next to them and just be, or listen, Baran and Selinda are quick to be there for them.
Junior drinks for fun, he’ll seize any opportunity to drink. That man is getting “Krunk” as the kids say. He doesn’t know his limits and if he did, there’s no telling if he’d actually adhere to them. He WILL blackout if no one keeps an eye on him. He will be puking in the trashcan. The rest of the team has to steer him away from opportunities to drink lest he develop alcoholism at the tender age of 5-minutes-into-being-able-to-legally-drink.
His mood becomes turbulent and fragile. He’ll typically be happy, loud, reckless, aggressive; but at the mention of the wrong thing or at the sight of something that takes him way back, he can breakdown rather easily. It’s actually pretty common for his drunken stints, when they get out of hand, to end in tears. Junior has to be one of the least repressed members of Onslaught, due in no small part to moments like these; where he lets his emotions run rampant and they go down a bad path.
He’d expect ridicule, but Onslaught is actually very sympathetic to his struggles and complaints, whatever they may be. He can air his dirty laundry as much as he wants with little to no judgement, something he’s not used to. Once he starts, it’s hard to stop, but the team will listen until the end and it’s something he’s really grateful for. Despite being a troublemaker and general criminal, he tries to pay the team’s kindness towards him forward as much as he can.
If Psimon does end up drinking to lose his troubles, he usually does it alone, when everyone else is asleep. Or at least when he thinks everyone else is asleep. Sometimes someone will wander about looking for a late night snack or a glass of water, or even search for him himself. He dislikes being caught like that, dislikes not being so impervious and put-together for the team.
Without fail, they’ll sit with him awhile. They’ll ask, they’ll listen, they’ll joke or comfort or sit in silence. Psimon will wither in place or try to get them to leave him be, but they’re a stubborn lot. They’re far from the most “upstanding” of company, but they treat him with the same care, empathy, and concern he tries to treats them with; and Psimon finds afterwards that, despite not enjoying being caught in a state of weakness or forced to open up, he wouldn’t have rather it have gone any other way.
#thank you for the ask! I hope I actually Said Something in all of these paragraphs I feel insane#Feel like the world’s brokenest record rn. If this is so slapped together after all this time I’m so sorry.#Have I been tip toeing on the edge of burnout for months or is this a Mental Illness#Eh back in the day it was all called laziness I’ll call it laziness#Laziness can be conquered‼️💪 WE BALL‼️#h hopital#I do have one more ask in my inbox. It’s relating to The Love Glove. But it’s from a mutual who said I could take as long as I want so uh#I AM OVERSTAYING THAT INVITATION! In my defense I need to see Clockwork Orange first it’s actually imperative to the headcanons bro I swear#Psimon Says y’all suffer the weight of crime until you’re 21. Go mutilate a furby or raid a candy shop to feel better. (/j /hj)#psimon#simon jones#yj! Simon jones#Yj! Devastation#Icicle jr#cameron mahkent#Selinda flinders#Yj! Shimmer#Baran flinders#Yj! Mammoth#Tuppence terror#Tommy terror#Terror twins#Businesscasual writing#…when did I start taking tumblr writing requests#Ig these are so half hearted wishy-washy in terms of “is it writing? Or is it blorbo rambling?”#Blegh. Thank you anyway#I’m so sorry for the delay#I love when people ask about my Blorbos. My lil guys.#Onslaught my beloved#Young justice
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Young Justice 3x13 - True Heroes
#young justice#yj#true heroes#geo-force#brion markov#terra#tara markov#devastation#halo#violet harper#helga jace#icicle jr#cameron mahkent#tommy terror#tuppence terror#tigress#artemis crock#nightwing#dick grayson#superboy#conner kent#black lightning#jefferson pierce#cyborg#victor stone#holocaust#forager#fred bugg
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Psimon (Simon Peter Jones).
Devastation (AU!Deva Tisiphone Lowell | Jadis; Daughter Of Steppenwolf & Aresia).
Gizmo (Mikron O'Jeneus).
Shimmer (Selinda Flinders).
Mammoth (Baran Flinders).
Blackfire (Evil Step-Sister AU!Komand'r | Younger Twin Sister Of Darkfire | Royand'r).
Tommy Terror (AU!Terrence Trask).
Jinx (AU!Half-Genie; Nicole Diaz).
Icicle Junior (Cameron Mahkent).
Tuppence Terror (AU!Tracy Trask).
See-More (Seymour Hall).
Kitten Moth (Catherine Walker | Killer Moth's Daughter).
Holocaust (Leonard Smalls Jr).
Ace Spades (Clown Villain AU!Lucy Quinzel-White | Alice Quinn).
Billy Numerous (William Strayer).
Terra Mater (Evil AU!Tara Markov).
*The Joker's real name is Jack Oswald White, which means that Lucy's legal name will be Lucy Quinzel-White.*
#young justice#dc comics#teen titans#onslaught#incursion#hive#psimon#devastation#tommy terror#tuppence terror#terror twins#see more#billy numerous#mammoth#gizmo#jinx#kitten#terra#holocaust#shimmer#kobra#blackfire#icicle jr#ace spades
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dinner is certainly unorthodox at onslaught hq…
#young justice#young justice oc#yj oc#dc oc#icicle jr#cameron mahkent#terror twins#tommy and tuppence terror#yj chemzone#gabbi ramirez#this one was really fun to work on#gar’s art#gar’s oc#oathofoaks
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The World Was Wide Enough
Cameron Mahkent x gn reader (established relationship)
almost 1k words
warnings: maybe language and humor
You fell from your place floating in the air, exhaustion creeping over you. Stabilizing the reactor had taken all of your energy albeit your earlier concern was most certainly being made valid. You felt like you could sleep for weeks. A throbbing ringing filled your ears as the world became spotted. Your feet couldn’t find the ground, contact was imposible considering your position. Within an instant you knew you would be blacking out, you only hoped there would be someone to catch you.
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“I swear to God, Luther and Thawne better be ready the next time I see them. Mage could have died from that.” Your eyes remained shut, as you held onto every word surrounding you.
“It wasn't on purpose,” the voice of the one and only Psimon filled your ears.
“Yea, Junior, them doing that just thickened up their skin. They’ll be more ready the next time,” the eldest Terror Twin said. His counterpart hummed in agreement in the background.
“How about we just let them rest,” Devistation offered to the group, “Icicle, you can shut off the lights and shit. We have things we need to do.”
Cameron grumbled as the others chuckled, walking out of the room. The sound of the heart monitor you were attached to beeped to your right. Slowly you opened your eyes after the ice meta turned off the overhead light. The lamp at your bedside remained on and you glanced across the room to the last member of your messy, unagreeable team.
“Yeah, if Reverse shows his face any time soon I’m going to pin him in the air and leave him there so he can’t phase himself free,” you said from the medical bed you were laying on.
Cameron’s head turned quickly, looking over you once, and then he bounded across the room. He swiftly lifted you up and into his arms. The embrace was cool and kind as you returned the sentiment engulfing his body with yours.
“You scared the shit out of me, babe,” Cameron pulled back to look at you.
“Yeah, well someone has to keep you on your toes,” you smiled back at him. Cool lips pressed against your own softly and sweetly. His hand traced your cheek carefully, still worried that you would fall away again. You pulled back just enough so that your foreheads touched as you nuzzled into his space.
“I think I’m kept on my toes enough,” he said in response as you hummed at his answer, taking in his presence.
“Maybe I just thought we needed something exciting to happen. However, I was not expecting that much kickback,” you chuckled lightheartedly.
“Why would you want to put yourself through something like that?” Cam asked. “I know you didn’t think it would go well and warned them that they were underestimating the job. You could have said no,” he whispered. His eyes were sad as he stared into yours waiting for an answer.
You brought your own hand up to his cheek. “Because I knew I’d be okay. Sure, in the moment I wasn’t fine, but I’m alright now, C. This is what we do. This is our responsibility-“
“I don’t want that responsibility. If you’re going to get hurt or pass out from shit then you shouldn’t do it and no one should fucking expect you to. I want you to be safe.” His hands grasped the one at your side.
“Cam, this job we do, it will never be safe, for either of us,” you said calmly, trying to cool the always cold criminal off.
“Then…” Cameron said, his eyes up at the ceiling as he bit his lip in concentration.
“Then?” you prompted softly, awaiting his answer. As his thoughts continued to race you patted his hair and left a gentle kiss on his temple.
“Why don’t we leave?” he asked, finally returning his gaze to you.
“Why don’t we leave?” you repeated. Your brow furrowed in confusion.
“Yeah, we can just go. The world is our oyster,” he said giddily, grabbing your hands in his, “we could run away together. We could, we could, elope!”
“Cameron, babe, I love you. But do you even know what that word means?” you questioned gently.
“Yeah, we leave everything behind and run off into the sunset free from our responsibilities,” he replied innocently with anticipation. His eyes were wide and shined brightly for your response.
“Look, Cam, I’m-I’m all for leaving if you want to leave. I’d follow you to the end of the world. However, I still don’t think you completely understand the connotation of that word,” you admitted.
“Yeah, yeah, look, we can travel the whole world together. Hang out in the Caribbean, tour Europe together, visit Italy, and travel through Rome. Trust me, I’ll make that honeymoon worth your while,” he grinned smugly, sending you a wink.
You slapped his arm jokingly with a roll of your eyes as he feigned injury, “Dick.”
“That’s what I was implying, babe,” he smirked.
“Well,” you chuckled, dancing your hand up his arm finger by finger, tracing all the way up to his shoulder, “if you promise to take me to Europe, you won’t have to wait for the honeymoon.”
Cameron’s eyes widened as he shot up from his spot beside you, “okay, let’s go. Time to get a move on, up and out of bed, babe.”
You smiled at his antics, kicking your legs over the medical bed and rose from your place. Your hands easily found his, pulling him back in. The smile on your face held affection as the look in your eyes contained excitement for the future and comfort in what was to come. You brought him closer, reattaching your lips, looking forward to the rest of your life beside him.
#Cameron Mahkent#cameron mahkent x reader#icicle jr x reader#icicle jr. x reader#icicle jr#icicle junior#Icicle junior x reader#Young justice#young justice imagine#One shot#onslaught#Onslaught yj#Yj#yj icicle junior#Yj Cameron Mahkent#Psimon#Devistation#Tommy terror#terror twins#tommy and tuppence#tuppence terror
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A todos, boa noite!
Convido vocês a visitarem Os Filmes do Kacic, para conferir minha nova crítica sobre este horror do mesmo diretor de O Boneco do Mal e A Órfã 2, e que estreia nos cinemas brasileiros no dia 28 de dezembro. Texto sem spoilers!
Crítica: O SENHOR DO CAOS (LORD OF MISRULE) | 2023
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O SENHOR DO CAOS | Terror psicológico ganha imagens inéditas
Vejam as imagens inéditas do filme "O SENHOR DO CAOS"!!! 😱😱 #osenhordocaos #terror
A Diamond Films liberou fotos inéditas de O SENHOR DO CAOS (Lord of Misrule), filme de terror repleto de maldições e rituais estrelado por Tuppence Middleton (Sense 8). O filme se passa em um vilarejo repleto de segredos sombrios e promete trazer um pesadelo psicológico para as telas. Veja as imagens: Imagem: DivulgaçãoImagem: DivulgaçãoImagem: DivulgaçãoImagem: DivulgaçãoImagem:…
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confessions for lovers - kaldur'ahm
synopsis: you find yourself wondering why Kaldur has been so distant as of recent, so when the opportunity arises for you to confront it head on you make sure you don't leave it to fate.
warnings: dry humping, fantasising sex, a lot of grinding, smut, lowkey fluff
kaldur'ahm x fembod!reader ; characters are aged up!
word count: 4,4k
MDNI!!!
After his return from Atlantis, Kaldur’ahm seemed to fare better than how he was during the team’s mission in Bialya. Spending multiple hours exposed to the dry air of the desert, especially without the core source of energy that keeps him functional, had thrown him off just a bit. Being forced to spend a week in his home after having another mission with Roy as well must have soothed the blow. The issue was, he still seemed distant.
You had tried to meet him at your usual spot where the two of you have made a habit of conversing or gossiping, but he barely shows. You tried to ask him directly if he was okay and what was going on in his mind but he would somehow - and effortlessly, to your irritation - move around it and avoid answering your suspicions. Even talking about the bores of reporting after each mission didn’t make him budge.
“Kaldur’ahm.” Normally saying his full name in a serious tone, like the one you sometimes use when you’re viciously enraged, would work to get him to listen. And he did. His gaze had averted to the mission report he was drafting to you.
“You’re worrying too much, dear friend,” He calmly smiled at you. His charm had already begun to melt into you. That feeling that it would all be fine because he said so almost disarmed your persistence. You believed he was using some type of Atlantean sorcery on you, but it didn’t occur to you that you were choosing excuses for your response rather than accepting that it may just be something else. Something more.
You attempted to try the external approach. You had probed Artemis and Wally to try themselves and pestered Dick until even he admitted he didn’t have much of a clue. You had made your attempt with Conner and M’gann too since they had also visited Atlantis with him; they were both reluctant to speak on it. At that point you considered begging your mentor to ask Aquaman what happened in Atlantis, but what would the king of an underwater kingdom be doing with his mentee’s personal affairs?
It felt as though you would never get the chance to see what was going on with him. You were just about to give up, until you were blessed with a summons to a mission briefing.
Conner and M’gann were assigned to play as the Terror Twins - Tommy and Tuppence Terror - to investigate a suspicious upcoming transfer of the Icicle Jr and Mr. Freeze to Belle Reve instead of their initial placements for rehabilitation and punishment. Batman emphasised the heavy suspicion of how easily incarcerated they were along with their instant petitions to be moved, hence assigning just the two of them in.
“Who inside the prison will know their true identities?” Kaldur asked in concern, most likely for their safety.
“No one,” You both furrowed your brows. “We can’t be certain the prison staff isn’t compromised.”
And that forced them to essentially be on their own for the duration of the mission. That didn’t explain why you and Kaldur were involved.
“Then what is the task for Aqualad and I?” You couldn’t really see what your purpose in the mission was. “If Miss Martian and Superboy are the only ones within, where does that leave us?”
“You two, along with Red Tornado, will be monitoring the situation closely but securely from the outside.” The Bat’s voice rumbled around the main hall of the cave. His presence has never failed to make you shiver in slight fear. Even though you’ve been trained by him alongside your mentor for years, he was still quite terrifying.
“Should anything happen inside, an escape plan will be set in place by the two of you to efficiently remove Superboy and Miss Martian. Beyond that, your job is to observe and maintain contact with them for the duration of the mission.”
You nodded in understanding. You thought about the entire ordeal in a stretch of detail. There was an opening, a really good opening, for you and Kaldur to talk but you had grown so agitated that you didn’t think it was worth bothering yourself about. A mission like that was designed to be lengthy but you expected Conner and M’gann to be efficient.
You hadn’t realised it would last days.
M’gann had prepared the bioship to accommodate for the extensive stay they were having outside the prison. Bedding, food, and all the adequate necessities were there and ready for when they were needed. Not that either of you would sleep. With the patrols and monotonous report readings from the rest of the team, you had found yourselves over occupied to engage in leisurely activities.
You gripped the blade stored on your thigh tightly, keeping an eye out for unwanted surveyors from the tree you were hiding in. Every two hours or so, you and Kaldur did monitoring rotations to ensure everything was undisturbed outside of the bioship. It was capable of camouflaging effectively, but you took precautions anyway.
A telepathic voice slithered into the surface of your mind. M’gann’s voice. A brief update of the happenings within Belle Reve revealed that the plan for a breakout has been put in place, and is going to happen soon.
”Time to pull you out.” His soothing voice made your ears warm as you stood on the branch you were previously kneeling on. A hatch opening above the bioship opened for you.
“Icicle would only postpone.” M’gann quickly objected, and you couldn’t help but agree. You had a feeling that dealing with a breakout would be more than just a headache to handle, especially if all the prisoners are out. “We need to learn how they’re busting out, or they’ll just try again.”
Once you were certain the coast was clear, you jumped off the tree and landed in the hatch opening above the bioship to land directly into the cockpit.
“Agreed.” The final telepathic message sent through by Kaldur has the opening closed above you.
You rose to your feet, adjusting your mission attire and glanced at him. He sighed and leaned back on his seat, crossing his arms. His gills flared slightly as his large muscles flexed as they moved. You could almost count the veins pulsing against his skin icons, almost like his electric power was harnessed through his blood. You wouldn’t really be against getting electrocuted by those muscles.
You watched his lips curve and purse as he probably reported back to Red Tornado, the specifics of his words went in through one ear and left through the other. It was only when you heard the mechanical whirring of Red Tornado’s head turn to you, did you snap out of your daze.
“External surroundings are clear.” You reported, your eyes focused on reeling and binding your blade more securely to your thigh. Although you couldn’t truly confirm it, you could feel a certain gaze fixed on you. You chose not to acknowledge it.
“Affirmative,” His synthesised voice echoed through the cockpit. “Then it would be best if both of you rest for the rest of the day. Should anything happen, I will call.”
With a curt nod, you walked into the depths of the bioship towards your chosen room. It was a temporary placement, of course, but you couldn’t help but bring along some books along with your weapons and shield to give it a slight homey sensation, even if it was just for days. You had also packed a change of clothing and mission attire, knowing walking around in the same clothing would feel disgusting at some point.
The mere thought of Kaldur’ahm began to agitate you. The two of you were good friends, having shared your secrets and fears with one another, having a secret area at the cave where you would sit for an hour and do whatever came to mind be it swimming, reading, training, or merely talking. Sure, there were those moments where hands touched places they weren’t supposed to be, and lips were kissed - specifically under the strict conditions of ‘spin the bottle’ when you were playing with the rest of the Team - but it didn’t truly make anything out of them. Right?
You were friends. You told each other everything. So why was he holding back now?
You leaned on the wall dragging your hands across your body, feeling restless. Something about him today left you feeling starved with desire. It wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling, but it certainly wasn’t welcome especially in the middle of a mission. Feeling more attentive to his voice, eying every intricate movement, imagining the feeling of his flesh against yours– you were losing your grip on control and restraint. The break would be your best chance at expelling it before things got worse.
Your hands traced over the curves of your breasts to your waist, feeling a slight tingle of arousal left in its wake. To be both angry and horny over Kaldur was a new experience, and you weren’t too sure on how you felt about it. On one hand you would give him a colloquial form of the silent treatment, addressing him in the duration of the mission but when you had time to yourselves, you wouldn’t give him the time of day. On the other hand, you could lock yourself in your room and tend to your body’s untimely needs so that it won’t bother you for the rest of the mission.
Alas, being petty wasn’t your forte and succumbing to your needs while being emotionally conflicted didn’t seem like it would reap a good result.
Your hands fell to your sides in defeat. You would have to brood instead.
Just as you were about to strip off your uniform, a soft knock caught your attention. You called for whoever was there to enter, but you had a hunch of exactly who it was.
“Are you alright?” Kaldur’s smooth voice sang to your soul. You could feel the anger starting to melt away, and the arousal started to bubble deep within. It appeared your body had a different agenda than your mind.
“I should be asking you.” You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest. Kaldur stepped inside, allowing for the door to slide shut behind him.
“You’ve barely spoken since we got here,” He reached to hold your arms, a usual habit he had to try look into what was affecting you. A method to make you feel comfortable in knowing he was there for you. “Talk to me.” His kindness and sincere concern sent butterflies bullying your stomach, but you held firm in your resolve.
“Ever since you came back from Atlantis, you’ve been off.” You start, slightly stepping back from him. “Every time I ask, you either are freshly occupied or you change the topic. When I try to organise a chance for us to even spend time with each other, you avoid it. You avoid me.”
You felt a short pinch in your chest after saying that. You didn’t truly acknowledge the hurt until it was spoken aloud. “If it’s because of when we kissed, or those other times and how’s it conflicting with… you know, it’s fine and I get it. But that doesn’t mean avoidance is the answer.”
He remained quiet for what felt like hours, his face slowly became more solemn. You quickly worried that you said something incorrectly or hurt his feelings before his hands gently held yours.
“I have been holding off with you for a while,” He acknowledges, watching you avert your gaze. He taps your chin with a finger, asking for you to look at him. He just adores eye contact with those pale green eyes of his. “Regarding our activities, I enjoyed them. Truly. And this has nothing to do with Tula either��� well, it did but I have since come to move on.”
“You’ve looked so strained lately,” You added, feeling like you needed to understand more. “What’s been happening?”
He stared at you quietly, with the familiar gaze he has when he calculates things in his mind. It was going to take time before he decided what would be best for him to share with you so you took a wild guess. “Did Roy say something to you during your mission with him?”
Kaldur’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. You merely shrugged. “You know I’m good at guessing.”
He broke into brief laughter, almost vibrating from the accuracy of your guess. “Yes, Roy did tell me something rather daunting,” His smile quickly faded. “But it’s a delicate matter I believe would be dangerous to share with anyone outside of the two of us. That, alongside the strain of healing after Bialya has left me worse for wear. I hope you can forgive me.”
You felt bad. He was going through so much. His hands reached to hold your face, a gesture he has only done twice. “And regarding you especially, I think it’s time we address the elephant in the room.”
You like him. Like, like like him. And you’ve known for a while. Was he going to expose and reject you for it? Was he going to be more avoidant afterwards? Multiple negative thoughts were buzzing in your head, so much so that you barely heard what he had said.
“What?”
His lips curved into a handsome smile. “I said, I know of the feelings and affections you hold for me. And I want you to know I feel the same way.”
Your brain must have shut down because you felt frozen in place. He returned the feelings you have for him. Kaldur’ahm. Liked. You. Your mouth opened and closed repeatedly as you struggled to figure out what you could say.
“I– Kal–“
Kaldur grinned, pinching your cheeks. “I know,” Almost as if he had read your mind, extracting what you had intended to say to him. “And I’ve been wanting to do something since I came to realise how I feel.” His face drew closer to yours in a tantalisingly slow pace. “If I may.”
You took no time to hesitate or ponder, the moment the yes left your lips his own had taken its place. His arms engulfed you in his embrace, slowly reaching up your back as the level of urgency and need slowly increased. The air began to stick to your skin, heat rising to your face.
You briefly pulled away, watching Kaldur lean forward to kiss you again. “Say it again.” You commanded. Face flustered yet determined, Kaldur bit his lower lip and leaned down to your ear.
“I like you. Quite a lot. And I want to continue kissing you while I still have my restraint.” He leaned close to you with his body, gently guiding you to the couch directly next to the bed. His eyes erratically bounced between yours and your lips, as if unsure which of the two were worth more to admire.
Arms still tightly coiled around you, you pulled him back into your passionate embrace, greeting his lips with your tongue and suckling nibbling until both of you had swollen lips. In a near lustful dance between heavy breaths, and pecks, you were lifted up and carried mid-kiss and plopped onto his lap while he rested on the armchair.
“I find you enticingly attractive,” His lips travelled from your lips to your neck, covered by your mission attire. His teeth grazed over the fabric as his grip on you tightened even more, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. You knew Kaldur had this kind of energy within him, but to experience it was something completely different.
“I find you charmingly intelligent,” His tongue traced the path his lips took, leading back to yours and pulled you into a breath snatching kiss. You almost felt like putty in his arms, instinctively moving your hips against his in need. He groaned, holding you down to keep you from moving again. You could almost hear the blood surrounding your pussy thump and throb in titillation.
Feeling a bit of cheek you circled your hips around him. Your hands kept near his face, raking his short hair, stroking his face as your lips reconnected. A low moan reverberated in your mouth, a vocal representation of his muscles flexing harder to keep you from moving again. Just to ensure you would effectively receive the message, his hips pushed against yours making you very aware of a very hard, throbbing bulge beneath you.
You paused in your movements, a small gasp being your immediate response. Another sharp thrust hit you in surprise, the full awareness of its size settled in your mind. “Fuck, Kaldur.”
Oh. Oh. It felt remarkable.
“I take it you like what you feel.” Kaldur grinned, his warm breath fanning your clothed neck before he pressed a gentle kiss on you. If only you could rip off everything you’re wearing. His hips thrusted up against you once more, forcing you to silence a whimper by holding your lips between your teeth.
“I like a great many things about you,” You sigh in pleasure, slowly grinding against his erection. Your mind grew fuzzy from the feeling of his cock being just layers away from your pussy. You felt your clothing start to soak from how wet you were getting.
“Being a great,” Kiss. “…strong leader.” You moved down to kiss his collarbones, afraid of touching his gills in case they were sensitive.
“Being a compassionate,” Kiss. “…generous companion.” Your hands traced the skin icons from his biceps to his wrists simultaneously. You took the time to delicately trace over each and every vein you could see, which only deepened your arousal for Kaldur.
“Most especially this,” Your tongue left a trail of saliva from the ridge between his collarbones, to his Adam’s apple, to his lips, engulfing him in your need and desire for him. Your grinding eventually synced with his gentle thrusts, gradually going faster and harder against each other. Losing your breath, along with your inhibitions was no longer a concern. For the time being, there was no mission. It was just you and him.
His erection was growing larger and harder by the second, occasionally twitching and aggressively grinding against you. Feeling it pulsate against the layers between your clit drove you into a hazy frenzy.
Short breaths, rubbing fabric and hushed moans filled the otherwise silent room. Your eyes were fixated on Kaldur slowly unravelling his restraint through his moans, his impulsive kisses and sultry licks and bites on the skin that wasn’t covered by clothing, the uncontrollable juts of his hips, and his hands being everywhere on you from your face to your breasts, and to your back and ass which he seemed to delight in particularly. His eyes were locked on yours as if he was lost deeply within and the only thing keeping him somewhat grounded was your voice, the pleasure boiling within him, and the chance of being caught or heard.
“You are so beautiful,” He whispers as his lips tickle your cheek. You raised your hips just to drop yourself onto his bulge, eliciting a mixture of a groan and whimper from him. Merely thinking about clamping around his cock got you soaking further into your uniform, got you wetter, more dazed in hunger to devour him.
The skin icons on his arms glowed brightly as his grip on your hips tightened, pushing you back and forth on his cock as it twitched beneath your pussy. One hand latched onto your waist, pulling you closer until his face was flush on your breasts, tongue swirling around where he assumed your nipples would be. How he got the exact spot, you couldn’t tell.
Your nails clawed his arms in a sore attempt to maintain balance and control of yourself, to stop yourself from cumming just from grinding over him. The possibility of taking him inside you was right there and you wanted the energy to do it through the night if that was even possible.
You could just picture yourself relentlessly bouncing on his cock, his lips all over your bare chest suckling light bruises onto you, feeling so overly drenched in cum and sweat that it gets you hornier than you should be, needier than you thought you could be. The thought of whispering the dirtiest of your desires into his ears and Kaldur responding dutifully by bringing your wishes to reality made you moan.
Your daze within desire was snapped back into your mind when you felt his hand smack and squeeze your ass, fondling and massaging it with lewd care. “I- I’m getting close-“ His head fell back onto the chair, adjusting his grip on you to push himself deeper into your clothed pussy. The friction was bringing you dangerously close, your thighs beginning to shake, and your core tightening in warning of you nearing climax. You frantically nodded to him, almost silently begging him to do just as much. You leaned down entrapping your lips with his instantly receiving a welcome from his tongue accompanied by a harsh groan from the depths of his throat.
With one arm coiled around his shoulders and the other reaching up to the back of his head, you pushed your body into him until it hurt. You wanted to be one with each other. Beyond the clothes. He was still swirling his tongue against yours, occasionally pulling it back to tug on your lips in a passionate, lustrous kiss. Huffs of your name escape his lips in syllables with each sharp thrust he pushes against you. You hiccuped moans in the only way you can properly respond; trying to actually say something would sound like a bundle of incomplete sentences.
“Want you,” you groaned, scratching his muscles. Your clit pulsated its final warning, threatening to release its tension until a harsh thrust let it all out. “Need you- fuck- Kaldur!”
You could almost hear the squelching of cum and wetness in your pussy, back arching and your head tipping back to release a melodic moan. Kaldur made a noise that sounded like a mixture of a giggle and a whimper as he rode you through your orgasm through quick, cruel thrusts until he stilled with a soft yet lengthy “fuck!” followed by a whimper of your name, slowing his pace as you both calmed, pants and huffs eventually easing into stabilised breathing.
His hands gently held your face, pulling you into a more gentle, slower kiss, full of exhaustion and appreciation. His hands caressed your cheeks, warming your ears in a dazed form of excitement. Despite the last few minutes, such a sweet gesture was enough to make you flustered.
“I do enjoy your presence in my life.” Kaldur said firmly, still holding your face in his hands to lock his eyes on yours. “To be so conflicted by my grief is my own doing, you had no involvement in my distancing.”
“Really, I understand,” You replied, too exhausted to be stern with him. “Speaking to someone - a friend or even Black Canary - about these kinds of things is better than pushing through it alone.”
He nodded slowly, pressing his lips on yours again; he just couldn’t get enough of you. “I’m grateful you’ve given me the chance to straighten it out once and for all.”
Far from capable of giving another comprehensible speech, you could only nod in response. You nuzzled your forehead against his to signify your appreciation.
“I didn’t anticipate this being the way I’d come to confess my feelings and attraction to you, but I am somewhat-“
“Pleased?” You grinned. “You did sound like it.”
His ears flushed in embarrassment, but he had the wits to bite back. “You look just as pleased if not more. I think you said you need me–“
A gentle knock at the door to your room brought you both to an instant silence. You stared at each other in worry. Were you too loud? Red Tornado called your name, to which you quickly acknowledged.
“It is time to check in with Miss Martian once more,” He said. It seemed like he didn’t notice. “And your patrol rotation can be cut short tonight, all seems well.”
“I’ll be there soon, Red Tornado.” You called, the only response was heavy footsteps marching away. You and Kaldur let out audible sighs of relief, relaxing from the tension.
“I believe you should get going,” Kaldur whispered, stroking your back then squeezing your hips with a subtle smirk.
“So should you, fish boy.” You snuck a peck from his lips, leaning back before he could return the gesture. You reached to peel off the top of your mission uniform, stopping to tease him with your cleavage. “But first, we might need a change of clothes.”
The mission had gone successfully. The day after your unexpected bonding with Kaldur, the breakout attempt was thwarted, the prisoners returned to their cells dismally, and you left feeling much closer to Kaldur. M’gann and Conner looked as though they had a similar result
They sat close to one another, with their hands fondling almost like children having their first crush. Kaldur piloted the bioship and you sat up ahead, drafting the mission report as per the memories M’gann had shared with you.
“You and Kaldur seem to be close,” She grinned, as a seat morphed next to yours.
“I think that applies more with you, M’gann,” You grinned, though you couldn’t help but agree.
“If you believe so,” She shrugged. “But do know your thoughts are rather loud when you’re… occupied with him.”
You looked at M’gann in bewilderment until your eyes slowly widened as the realisation dawned upon you. It wasn’t uncommon for strong feelings to be read by a telepath without them actually trying. You just didn’t think, let alone know, that it applied to- well, that. M’gann winked and placed a finger over her lips, silently promising not to tell anyone before she flew back to Conner.
You slumped in your seat feeling almost as flustered as you were when-
You slapped your cheeks, swatting away the memories in case they waved off into M’gann’s mind again. A smile graced your face in satisfaction regardless. You know where you are with Kaldur, you know how he feels, and you definitely know what he wants.
You turned in your seat to give Kaldur a glance only to find his gaze already on you. You both shared a cheeky grin. How it all happened, you’d never tell a soul. But you wouldn’t have it any other way.
#young justice#aqualad x reader#kaldur'ahm x reader#kaldur x reader#young justice x reader#kaldur'ahm#kaldur#aqualad#aqualad smut#kaldur'ahm smut#young justice smut#✧.* thalwri works
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Fucking love the progression of the Terror-Twins looks in Young Justice.
Over the course of like 7-8 years Tommy just gets broader, taller, and meaner looking:
And Tuppence just gets butcher:
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Goodnight, folks.
Oh, and a preview of a coming chapter under the cut.
@spoilerqlert
As he stated during the introduction to Belle Reve, Professor Hugo Strange would be making a sincere attempt to rehabilitates the criminals of the prison. And as luck would have it, he found the Terror Twins to be fine subjects.
”I studied your profiles. I suspect your aggression can be based on problems with a mother figure or lack thereof. Am I correct?"
Conner stared away at the window, clearly wanting to be anywhere else but here. M’Gann cleared her throat, slipping the drawl back into her voice.
”It’s really more of a… father figure issue.”
”Interesting, explain.”
”Or don’t,” Conner grumbled with annoyance. M’Gann looked uneasy before she started to speak, half making up the story on the spot.
”You see, Tommy wants to be like his Pa, but the man’s a bit distant, barely gives Tommy the time o’ day.”
Conner snapped up to his feet, whirling his glare onto M’Gann.
“Or maybe, Tommy refuses to live in Tuppence’s stupid little fantasy world where everyone’s problems can be solved in half an hour!”
M’Gann’s face was aghast with surprise before shifting into regret. Conner sank down into his seat as Hugo Strange noted down the session.
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Sorry to spam you I’m so sorry but listen listen Psimon catching one of Onslaught vaping 💀💀💀——
Hey, this doesn’t even qualify as spamming to me but don’t EVER worry about spamming me! I’ve had so many notifications (well…okay…I went from no notifications to a couple everyday) and I feel so loved and it’s so fun talking to y’all and just DONT SWEAT IT! Okay? <333 I love this. The only distress I received is worrying I’ll miss or forget about one.
okay okay the actual ask now, that is SO funny to me. Hm.
idk if Psimon would intervene in the earlier years of Onslaught. I think he’d be noticeably irked but consider it not his place. But as the years go by, I can absolutely see him walking past an Onslaught member who thinks they’re being sneaky vaping off to the side until Psimon uses his telekinesis to yank the vape out of their hands and chuck it into the horizon without paying them a second glance. He’d tick any vaping members of Onslaught off so much but what can they do?
Trying to think of who’d get upset in his place earlier on and like, I think Shimmer? Idk if there’s a canon answer to if she speaks or not and I’m pretty undecided, maybe she speaks a little? She’d be the one to go up to them and be all “You know that’s addictive, right?” “You know addiction kills, right?” “Don’t be making me breathe that stuff in secondhand.” Etc. But even if she can’t speak, if looks could kill, I’m sure we can agree her body count would be doubled. She’d get her point across somehow.
Now, with Devastation, I don’t even think she knows what vaping is. Like…in the beginning of the show, she’s One (1) year old and she seems to be spending most of that time in prison. The most insane prison in the world I may add. She’s probably seen some crazy stuff, some crazy stereotypes, probably eye witnessed people cooking up drugs in the prison toilets and doing substances off of each other’s bodies and whatnot but like…she sees a teeny tiny lil vape pen? I don’t think it’s gonna click immediately. She’d walk up to a vaping Onslaught member and ask them “What’s that? OuO” and they just gotta stand there like a preteen caught doing something dubious on the internet but they’re parents aren’t internet savvy so they gotta gamble if they wanna explain it or try and pass it off as something that won’t get them in trouble. They are dead meat if she finds out they lied to her tho.
Tuppence and Mammoth I feel are on the same page. Maybe Tommy too? They don’t like it but don’t do much to stop it unless it’s made their problem. They huff and roll their eyes and look all annoyed but they don’t do much about it.
Now Icicle, and maybe Tommy, make think it’s pretty rad in a “hehe rebellion >:)” kinda way…however…everyone I think could competently vape has passed, been marked off as being against vaping, whatever. Cameron and Tommy would stand there coughing and stuff, I wouldn’t put it too far beyond them to accidentally swallow the dang pen, idk what they’re doing, they’re just on some knucklehead behavior. .
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aheem…Psimon doesn’t like vaping but I think he’d have a particular disdain for the ones that are all flavored, masking the original bad smell and taste, bc it reminds him of the way hospitals smell, with the pinesol and bleach trying to desperately hide the scent of death and sickness. Okay bye-
#Had to retype this like..twice#Psimon#simon jones#yj! Simon jones#Yj! Devastation#Yj! Mammoth#Baran flinders#yj! Shimmer#Selinda flinders#Tommy terror#Tuppence terror#Icicle jr#cameron mahkent#young justice#businesscasual writing#Headcanons#asks
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Young Justice 2x09 - Darkest
#young justice#yj#darkest#ra's al ghul#tigress#artemis crock#aqualad#kaldur'ahm#blue beetle#jaime reyes#icicle jr#cameron mahkent#tommy terror#lagoon boy#la'gaan#impulse#bart allen#ray palmer#atom#nightwing#dick grayson#tuppence terror#bumblebee#karen beecher#black manta#mal duncan#guardian#kid flash#wally west#reach ambassador
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YOUNG JUSTICE X TEEN TITANS:
Onslaught has Psimon, Devastation, Icicle Junior, Holocaust, Tuppence Terror, and Tommy Terror.
Incursion has Terra, Gizmo, Blackfire, Jinx, Mammoth, and Shimmer.
I would've chose See-More as Union, Argent as Misty Kilgore, Billy Numerous as Repro, and Kitten as Nova for the job...I decided to find new ways to build OCs with the power of Google.
In a way to put this rivalry thing, here's the whole list:
Raven Vs. Terra.
Beast Boy Vs. Mammoth.
Zatanna Vs. [OFC].
Lumus [OMC] Vs. [OMC].
Catgirl I [OFC] Vs. [OFC].
Robin I [Dick Grayson] Vs. [OMC].
Arrowette I [Artemis Crock] Vs. Jinx [Nicole Diaz].
Kid Flash I [Wally West] Vs. Frostbite [Cameron Mahkent].
Rocket I [Raquel Ervin] Vs. Tuppence Terror.
Breach [OMC] Vs. Psimon.
Starfire [Koriand'r] Vs. Shimmer.
Cyborg I [Victor Stone] Vs. Gizmo [Mikron O'Jeneus].
Miss Martian [M'gann M'orzz] Vs. Blackfire [Komand'r].
Superboy I [Conner Kent] Vs. Tommy Terror.
Wonder Girl I [OFC] Vs. Devastation [Lowell].
Aqualad II [Kaldur'ahm] Vs. Holocaust.
VOTING STARTS NOW!!!
#young justice#dc comics#teen titans#cartoon network#jerome k jerome#phil bourassa#onslaught#incursion
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LORD OF MISRULE - Review
DISTRIBUTOR: Magnet Releasing
SYNOPSIS: Rebecca Holland, along with her husband, Henry, and their 9-year-old daughter, Grace, has now spent a full year in their new home, the small British village of Berrow, where Rebecca is the vicar of the local church. Berrow’s annual four-day autumn festival approaches, a time when villagers dress up in strange costumes and a masked figure known as the Lord of Misrule leads them in casting out the evil spirit Gallowgog. For this year’s reenactment Grace has been chosen to play the Harvest Angel. As dusk falls, Rebecca loses track of Grace in the throng of villagers in a ceremonial field where bonfires burn. Rebecca searches for her in vain, but Grace has disappeared. A desperate search begins and Rebecca uncovers secrets from the town’s dark past. Soon, she must decide how much she is willing to sacrifice to rescue her daughter from the grip of the evil that dwells in Berrow.
REVIEW: The director of “The Devil Inside,” “The Boy,” and “Orphan: First Kill,” comes a haunting folk tale of a secluded community in the British isles that practices a pagan ritual steeped in a horrific truth. The film is an excellent marriage of narrative and visuals to craft a terrifying tale.
I love Tom DeVille’s narrative. He does a superb job of mixing this pagan tale with contemporary themes and adds in a supernatural element with an evil spirit, Gallowgog, to create a horrifying fairy tale that is every parent’s worst nightmare. The Lord of Misrule is a tale that is found in European cultures, with its origin being traced back to the Roman celebration of Saturnalia, that took place from the 17th to 23rd December. In the film, De Ville anchor’s the legend as part of a harvest celebration. He brings in some of the background of how the Catholic Church and the Church of England forced their religion onto the local people and replaced their festivals with Christian ones. Clearly there is a troubled past brewing at the Holland household. Rebecca and Henry are having issues, and when we first meet Grace we get an idea that something is wrong. Is that a result of the darkness that resides in the town or something the family is trying to escape. Rebecca tightly holds onto her beliefs as she is confronted by the town’s grim history; she demonstrates a strength through her logic that leaves the viewer feeling she might survive this encounter. There is just so much here for the sophisticated genre fan to sink their teeth into given everything DeVille weaves into the story.
Filmmaker William Brent Bell, as with several of his previous films but more so here, has an excellent location that permits him the opportunity to create a visually arresting fairy tale nightmare for De Ville’s story to play out in. Add to that excellent productions designs, costume designs, with arresting visual and special effects that make for a hypnotic tale. He does an excellent job of pacing the film as to allow the viewer to feel Rebecca’s becoming disoriented in the horrors that develop without slowing the film down. Brett Detar’s score adds so much to the film. There is a particular moment in the film when the town folks show up with food and start setting up for dinner where the score underpins Rebecca’s mental state and the insanity of everything that is going on around them. Itadds depth to the visuals and enhances the build ups of terror and suspense.
LORD OF MISRULE features an exceptional ensemble cast. There is an aspect to the supporting cast that I found reminiscent of Rosemary Woodhouse’s neighbors in Polanski’s film. I loved actor Ralph Ineson’s performance as Jocelyn Abney. It is grounded more in a character that feels lifted from today’s news feeds like a Brexiteer or Maga Republican. It makes for a new kind of sinister. Evie Templeton does not have much screen time as Grace, but what she delivers is enchanting and horrifying at times. Tuppence Middleton is someone who you’ll know that you’ve seen before, and clearly her performance here demonstrates why she has appeared in so many projects, from episodic shows to big studio features. Her portrayal of Rebecca is an emotional rollercoaster ride that conveys the intense emotional journey of the character as she navigates this cinematic nightmare.
Filmmaker William Brent Bell and screenwriter Tom DeVille, along with a marvelous cast headed by Tuppence Middleton and Ralph Ineson, tell a rich and haunting tale that is as much an epic horror tale as it is social commentary. This spellbinding cinematic tale is a complex visual and narrative experience that feels like it could be based on a bestselling novel from a master of the genre. LORD OF MISRULE is a film worth going to the cinema to experience. Bell and DeVille are an impressive team who I’d welcome an opportunity to take in something they might again unite on.
CAST: Tuppence Middleton, Ralph Ineson, Matt Stokoe, Evie Templeton, Rosalind March, Jane Wood, Luc Ineson, & David Langham. CREW: Director - William Brent Bell; Screenplay - Tom DeVille; Producers - Nik Bower, Deepak Nayar, Jason Newmark, Laurie Cook, William Brent Bell, James Tomlinson, &Alison Brister; Cinematographer - Simon Rowling; Score - Brett Detar; Editor - Andrew Leven; Production Designer - Alison Butler; Costume Designer - Libby Irwin; Hair & Make-up Designer - Haelwyn Adams; SFX Supervisior - Sean Harland; Visual Effects - KOALA FX; Character Design & Illustrator - Zsombor Huszka; Special Effects - Matter FX. OFFICIAL: N.A. FACEBOOK: N.A. TWITTER: N.A. TRAILER: https://youtu.be/j8MqDwHEPxA?si=6WZFLifU_JUXIGBz RELEASE DATE: In theaters and on VOD December 8th, 2023
**Until we can all head back into the theaters our “COVID Reel Value” will be similar to how you rate a film on digital platforms - 👍 (Like), 👌 (It’s just okay), or 👎 (Dislike)
Reviewed by Joseph B Mauceri
#film review#movie review#lord of misrule#Magnet Releasing#william brent bell#Tom DeVille#tuppence middleton#Ralph Ineson#horror#folk tale#demonic#joseph b mauceri#joseph mauceri
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For Young Justice Legacy 2 video game, the plot goes like this:
Plot: 10 years after the events of YJ Phantoms, Blackfire, the empress of Tamaran and the new antagonist of the game allies with Darkseid and his Female Furies to revive the creature known as the Parallax, that was contained by the deceased Green Lantern, Abin Sur. Now the next generation of young heroes caught wind of the plot after suspicions rose on Dr. Hector Hammond, the head scientist of the DEO and another ally of Blackfire's (cause the game could use an intergalactic theme plot).
Playable characters:
Prince Artur/Arthur Curry Jr./Aqualad II
Connor Hawke/Green Arrow II
Lian Nguyen Harper/ Speedy II
Jonny Kent/Superboy II
Don Allen/Tornado Boy
Dawn Allen/Tornado Girl
Tomar Tu/Green Lantern
Damian Wayne/Robin IV
Jennifer Pierce/Lightning
Kathy Branden/Beacon
Villains/bosses:
Tommy Terror
Tuppence Terror
Dr. Hector Hammond
Devastation
Lashina
Big Barda
Stompa
Granny Goodness
Talia Al Ghul
Red Hood (Jason Todd, not sure if that's possible)
Supergirl
Black Mary
yeah that could be fun! it would be a good way to introduce some of those characters that have only really been hinted at in the show.
I never played the Legacy game; all I know about it is that Tula dies.
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New Beginnings
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3Ex98Rh by Padre91 Jaime, Bart, and the Justice League respond to a crisis at Belle Reve prison. Their final confrontation with Inertia looms during their mission, but not in the way they planned. Part 7 of what are supposed to be one shots, but is in fact a mini-series. The last of BluePulse Week 2024. Words: 7816, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 7 of BluePulse Week 2024 Fandoms: Young Justice (Cartoon), Young Justice - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Jaime Reyes, Bart Allen, Cameron Mahkent, Dream, Diana (Wonder Woman), Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Red Tornado, M'gann M'orzz, Artemis Crock, Garfield Logan, Corum Rath, Killer Frost, Anthony Ivo, Devastation (Young Justice), Joar Mahkent, Pamela Isley, Thaddeus Thawne, Tommy Terror, Tuppence Terror, Amanda Waller, Clayface, John Economos, Sybil Silverlock, Cat Grant, Black Manta (DCU), Deborah Morgna, Amy Allen (DCU) Relationships: Bart Allen/Jaime Reyes Additional Tags: Action/Adventure, Developing Friendships, Bluepulse Week 2024 read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3Ex98Rh
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