#captain marvel

[hopelesslydoomed]

My dumbass mistook Battinson for Batson and was like "Why would Shazam have a Robin?"

I need Battison to have a Robin.

I need him to carry around a little bundle of joy in his arms. I need him to risk his life saving him from the movie’s big bad. I need him to hold his tiny hands or cradle his tiny face. I need him to crack the smallest of smiles when Robin makes a pun.

I need him to walk into the penthouse, tired and anger and sad, and see his little Robin sprawled across the floor, giggling as his crayons draw him and Alfie and B—their little family.

I him to crawl out of the darkness with Robin. His Robin.

[bluebird8683]

They know instantly.

I want Danny, in king Phantom form, to meet Billy, in his hero form, and for them both to immediately know that they other isn't the age they present themselves as.

They then proceed to troll the whole League into believing that they've been friends for eons.

[vexfulfolly]

More of the silly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

School and such has been absolutely been destroying my time, but I offer you these!!!! I have also had a malevolent crossover kicking around in my brain,, so I may be posting about that soon🤔

Anyways…. I love scary cap….

[cakypa120]

Part 5

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Cheshire behind the cut; “Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good!” (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Billy closes the cupboard and looks back into the living room. Lynn’s still watching the static intently, and Tawky’s still settled all neat and comfy in his lap, though Lynn’s eyes look a little–heavy, kinda? Like . . . maybe, anyway. 

Billy sneaks a peek at the clock and thinks–it is getting kinda late, probably. Like, not really for a teenager and not for him either, ‘cuz it’s not really safe to sleep on the street for too long–honestly it’s better to just take a couple naps during the day if he can, especially when the weather’s shitty–but definitely for a little kid who’s just gotten driven halfway across the Midwest to their brand-new foster home and met their new dad and uncle for the first time and also gotten their own room and been to a diner and a library and cooked dinner and all that stuff for the first time. 

Actually, yeah, probably that’d be a lot even for a teenager, Billy thinks. Not that he really knows, ‘cuz he doesn’t really know any teenagers all that well and hasn’t been one himself yet, but it seems like it would? 

He’d sleep for a week after all that if he could, he thinks. 

He definitely would. 

Billy doesn’t really know how to handle the idea of, um–bedtime, exactly? Like, with Lynn, he means. Billy has not actually had an actual “bedtime” since . . . uh . . . 

“Lights out” doesn’t really count, he can’t help feeling, so . . . yeah, it’s been . . . a while, definitely. 

. . . maybe he should’ve taken a minute to check those parenting books for bedtime tips earlier, he thinks. Like–newborn tips and teenager tips, and then just split the difference, maybe? 

That seems like it’d probably be a pain in the ass to figure out how to split, though. 

He guesses what he should do is just whatever works, which, like–yeah, obviously and all, but like . . . doing “whatever works” is kinda, like . . . well, kinda a trial and error thing? And Billy really doesn’t wanna accidentally wreck Lynn’s first night of sleep in the apartment, that just seems like a bad foot to start off on and all, but he doesn’t know if Lynn knows anything about how he sleeps yet–like, he’s four days old and Billy’s pretty sure the first night he was alive he just spent fighting his way out of Cadmus and everything, so how many times has he even slept at all yet? And did he even go to sleep on purpose anywhere or just, like, pass out ‘cuz he was exhausted? 

Billy probably should’ve asked Lynn about all that stuff before the other started getting sleepy. 

Shit. 

Lynn blinks a little heavier, his head nodding once. Stiffens his spine like a reflex, and then looks a little–confused, maybe, and blinks rapidly a couple of times. Tawky peers up at him in concern, then seems to realize it’s the sleepy thing and glances over to Billy, who isn’t sure what to do and bites his lip. Tawky tips his own head, and Billy thinks . . . well . . . okay, that’s probably a lot of questions for Lynn right now, when he’s already pretty sleepy, but– 

Lynn blinks again–twice–and then wobbles in his seat, kinda, and– 

A weird jolt of alarm and the speed of Mercury both happen at the exact same time, and half a second later Billy’s in the living room with Lynn all scooped up in his arms and Lynn’s breath hitching sharply, one of his arms pinning Tawky against his chest and the other pressed tight against Billy’s chest in, like–a really obvious startle reflex. 

. . . maybe that was a panic reaction, Billy thinks, wincing at himself. 

“Sorry,” he says, trying to repress a worse wince. “Um–reflex. Sorry.” 

“Uh,” Lynn says, his breath catching again and the hand he has against Billy’s chest tightening into a fist around the neckline of the nerdy try-hard button-down Mr. Rogers sweater the magic made for him. He’s staring kind of blankly at where his fist’s clutching the sweater. “. . . ‘reflex’?” 

“Oh,” Billy says, then reddens a little in embarrassment. Yeah. Definitely that was a panic reaction. “Um–you looked like you were gonna fall, maybe, so–um, I know you’re invulnerable so maybe that sounds dumb, just I thought, like–I didn’t want you to fall?” 

“. . . uh,” Lynn says, and blinks real slow again. 

“Sorry,” Billy apologizes, trying to figure out if it’s more awkward to keep holding Lynn or to put him down without making sure it was just that he was nodding off and not, like, anything actually serious or anything. He got punched a lot of times by a guy with berserker super-strength just a few days ago, and that’s probably long enough that Lynn’s fine, but also Lynn’s only been alive a few days, so maybe like–what if he’s not actually fine, or–“Um–were you falling asleep?” 

“. . . I don’t know,” Lynn says, still staring blankly at his fist, or maybe at Billy’s sweater, or . . . who knows, really. “I don’t know what it feels like.” 

“. . . have you slept yet?” Billy asks with a worried frown. 

“I slept for four months,” Lynn says stiffly. He doesn’t lift his head at all. . 

Billy can maybe understand Lynn not wanting to sleep after spending so much time kept asleep and getting lied to all the time and not feeling anything real–like, that might be really scary, trying to sleep after that kind of thing, because maybe you’d wake up and it wouldn’t have been real either and– 

Yeah, Billy can definitely understand not wanting to sleep after that.

[stephanieferrer]

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[giaella10]

I haven't posted any of the art I've been making so I might as well make one big DC post, I've been only recently getting back into DC so I'm definitely not up to date with a lot of canon now

Going down from most recent to least, there's an oc I had fun making and a just a hc or two :]

[decrypt-void]

The Gae-ity of this post is sooooo blowing my mind.

Grabs popcorn.

1930s Brooklyn: Steve has a habit of flopping into Bucky's lap wherever-whenever. Sometimes Buck gets a pointy elbow in the ribs, but he'll just grumble something and adjust accordingly until they're both comfortable.

Skip to 1940s France. Bucky's sitting around the campfire contemplating the Howlies' next move when Steve '240lb tank of solid fucking muscle' Rogers drops on top of him

[siancore]

Started my new job. My beloveds came with me to brighten up my desk and my days ❤️

[caustic-ogre]

Guess what, friends!

I have (With the help of my BFF) Finished assembly of my very own Captain (Carol Danvers) Marvel gaming chair!

*max volume bass boosted avengers theme*

Isn't it beautiful?

[valletydarwin]

Oh gosh-😰

My heart broke just imagining his face.😥

My sunshine boy ooohhh🥲

No one wants to disappoint Batman because he gives them Batglare(TM)—

I raise you “no one wants to disappoint Captain Marvel”.

You think the batglare is bad? Try doing something you know is monumentally stupid and seeing a man who is sunshine personified just shaking his head. His eyes are full on drooping. He takes a small, shallow breath. He was so sure you’d make the right decision but…you let him down😔

[chuslitrr]

It just hit me like a truck that the Freddy/Billy ship name is batman

[cakypa120]

Part 6

[chernobog13]

Some reference poses for Captain Marvel by C.C. Beck, circa 1972 when DC Comics acquired the license to the character (before buying him outright a few years later).

[valletydarwin]

Marvel: WHO WAS THE CUCKOLD BASTARD WITH NO FATHERLY LOVE WHO INVENTED PUTTING LETTERS IN MATH!? THIS SHIT WAS MADE JUST TO BE NUMBERS! N-U-M-B-E-R-S!!

Batman: Uhum...*Bathinking*

Batfamily/Justice League Prompt

Batman has been trying to figure out who Captain Marvel is for a while and has been getting nowhere. Then the man starts suddenly being late to meetings, changes his scheduled watch hours, etc...

It doesn't hit Bruce until the man starts complaining about how they changed math.

This man is a father. He has to pick his kid(s?) up from school and that's why he can't make the 3:30 meetings, pickup lines can be awful.

Meanwhile Billy Batson is just pissed that the US government decided to reevaluate Fawcett's school systems once they realized the town had been stuck in the 40's for so long and they realized how it differed from current standards.