#captain marvel

[kyxhiin]

Small post to feed to starving people. Captain Marvel get a store interview where the reporter questions him about stuff as he picks up his groceries. And like a tiny look into his duet aka small bit of personal life (a very rare instance). Oh and they only reason why Billy agreed to do this is because they told him that they would pay for his entire grocery bill.

Reporter: So Mr Marvel. How many calories do you eat in a day to keep that build of yours?

Captain Marvel who was focused on the canned food items cause fresh food would rot easily and canned foods can be bought in bulk and has a long shelf life: Oh, I would say about.. 400cal? (He hasn't eaten in 2 days and thinks that is alot.)

Reporter who was absolutely flabbergasted: How? Wait What???

....

Reporter: What would you say about the changes in today's culture?

Captain Marvel who has bought a crap tonna Canned foods and is now looking at the sweets section: These prices nowadays are outrageous! I would tell yeah, candy bars used to be 5 cents. Now these g-men are driving up it to a whole 8 dollars! You can buy a whole 3 day's worth of meals with that much! Right in Fawcett, you can buy these fellas for 6 cents a piece!!

Reporter who only understood half of what he said: Oh..

...

Reporter who's holding up a mic to caps face since this whole interaction is being recorded: May I ask, How do you keep that physique of yours?

Captain Marvel who's been hauling up truckloads of sweets and chips into his basked: Oh uhmm, uh. It's all natural?

Reporter who's eyes are filled with slight envy: Oh how great....

Safe to say every citizen ran to Fawcett city to buy groceries at that cheap of a price. They had to put boards up to keep people from ravaging the city. And #SkinnyQueenMarvel is now currently trending.

[nosyrobin]

Jon: Yo is Y/N sleeping or dead?

Damian: Hopefully dead, I hated their guts.

Billy: Yeah, so did I.

Wonderboy!reader: Okay first of all, fuck you-

[puppetwoman17]

💃💃💃

[worldofstoriesanddreams]

Is there an age limit? Part 2

“For me?” The annoying red-clad giant of a man who was all sunshine and diabetes-inducing puppies bounced around. He played with the communicator Batman handed to him as if it were a shiny new toy.

“I can’t believe I’m in the Justice League!” The Herculean man-child squealed, grinning like an imbecile. “Somebody, kick me. Show me I’m not dreaming!” 

Guy Gardner was too happy to oblige. 

“My pleasure.”

His signature kick - a brutal, no-holds-barred move - would send a seasoned fighter flying across the floor. Guy delivered one of his specialties to Captain Whitebread.

Crack!

“My leg!” 

Agony ripped from his foot, up his leg, as he felt his bones shatter upon impact with that brick wall of a man.

“I broke my leg!” He hopped to the nearest seat, clutching his foot, hoping to earn sympathy points with Ice. 

The cold beauty looked away.

Instead, the Big Red Cheese hovered towards him.

“I’m so sorry.” The overgrown baby - who was made of concrete - had the audacity to offer him a hand. 

“Can I help you?”

“Nah, Guy’s just being Guy,” Hal pulled Justice League’s newest recruit away. “You must see our recreation rooms!”

Superman, one of the Big Three, intercepted them. 

“Wait, Cap,” he dangled a set of keys in front of Captain Whitebread. 

“You get the room beside mine,” Superman grinned as the big blue boy scout wrapped his arm around the cheesy red boy scout. 

He behaved as if Cap was his twin brother. “I’ll show you your private quarters!”

Guy’s jaw dropped as he turned as green as his ring.

While every member of the Justice League had a private room in the Watchtower, a cluster of four rooms were considered prime estate. Three of the four prestigious rooms were taken by the Big Three - Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman. 

Captain Whitebread gets the fourth? 

It is as good as telling the hero community that the dolt is one of the Big Four.

Guy knew he deserved that honour far more than that joke of a hero.

 *

“Holy Moley!” Captain Marvel’s gawked at his private quarters. “Is this for me?”

“All yours,” Superman grinned, spreading out his arms. 

His fellow Kryptonian’s childlike wonder was a welcome change from the jaded cynicism, or even worse, the self-important grandeur of some heroes.

“Can this room handle lightning strikes?” Captain Marvel ran his hand over a wall.

“Well,” Superman rock on the back of his heels. 

“We are in space, so there is no lightning out here. But it can withstand intense heat, radiation, corrosive environments and physical stress, so I’d imagine it can handle a regular thunderstorm.”

Marvel frowned, in thought. “Can it handle over a billion volts at more than 30,000 degrees Celsius?”

“I’m not sure if anything can handle that,” Superman replied.

“May not be an issue if….” Captain Marvel’s face lit up with a dazzling grin. 

“Never mind. I know what to do.” He chuckled. 

“Wisdom of Solomon,” he tapped his head.

Cap’s eyes bugged out at the fully stocked mini-fridge and pantry. He picked up a can of beer. “I’m sure you must be a certain age to drink these,” he frowned.

Superman wasn’t a fan of alcohol either. It had no effect on his Kryptonian physiology. He didn’t fancy the taste. 

“I don’t like beer or alcohol either. It might be a Kryptonian thing,” he beamed, more certain than ever that he was no longer the last of his kind. “I had mine swapped for milk,” he grinned. “I can arrange that for you too.”

“That would be cool!” Cap looked delighted. “Can I have chocolate milk?”

Cap behaved like a kid let loose in a toy shop as Superman showed him the room’s features.

“The bed and walls are reinforced, but cannot withstand our strength, if you toss and turn in your sleep,” Superman warned. “Do you sleepwalk?”

“No,” Cap pursed his lips. “I’ll power down before bed so it shouldn’t be an issue.”

Power down? Does Marvel have portable red sun lamps? 

That’s a brilliant idea he could adopt.”

For the rest of the morning, Superman had the pleasure of showing his new brother the rest of the Watchtower.

“Superman, this place is awesome!” Cap remarked

“Call me Kal,” Superman replied. 

“Okay Kal. You were saying you have Polar Bears in your Fortress of Solitude. Can I play with them?” Marvel pleaded with large, puppy eyes.

“Sure, Will-em,” Kal replied. 

Cap cringed. “I rather you call me Billy. William sounds so… old.”

“Bill, then?” Kal asked.

“Bill is good,” Billy replied.

Marvel prefers his civilian Earth name. 

He probably was raised on Earth too.

So civilian Earth name it is.

“Then call me Clark.”

Bill preferred flying to using the zeta tubes. He had a point. One can never tire of the magnificent view, flying on your power from the space station to earth.

“You keep your key where everyone can see?” Bill’s eyes widened at the large golden key outside Superman’s ice fortress.

“It’s made of dwarf star material and weighs millions of tons,” Clark smirked. “It’s not like anyone can pick it up and let themselves in.” He fitted the massive key into the keyhole.

“I bet I can,” Bill smirked. 

“Kryptonians can,” Clark replied. “But we’re almost extinct.” He handed the key to Marvel, who returned it to its place where it doubled up as an aircraft navigation marker.

“Holy Moley!” Bill’s jaw dropped lower as they walked into the fortress. “Are those your parents?” He pointed up at the statues Kal had created in memory of his birth parents.

“Yes. Jor-el and Lara Lor-Van,” Clark replied. “I was a baby when they sent me away. I don’t remember anything about them.”

“Oh,” Bill squeezed Clark’s shoulder. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s okay.” Clark assured him. “Ma and Pa Kent took me in when I landed on earth as a baby. They raised me as their own son.”

“That’s cool. I don’t have parents. I lost mine when I was five,” Bill’s eyes glistened with tears. 

“I can still remember them, though the memories are getting fuzzy.”He dropped his smile.

“You can always visit me and my family at the farm,” Superman patted his back.

“Farm?” Cap’s eyes widened. “You grew up in a farm?”

“Raised there. My folks live there,” he chuckled as he led Bill through the fortress' many chambers. “Talking about families, there’s a polar bear family I want you to meet.”

He opened a door that led into a natural cave just outside the Fortress of Solitude.

“My neighbours,” Clark gestured at a family of polar bears. 

The father and mother bears nodded at the men and chuffed their greeting.

Bill chuffed back. 

Then he whimpered like a playful bear cub.

Curious cubs approached Cap with their heads up and ears forward.

The biggest baby bear swatted the air in a playful mock attack. 

Captain Marvel pawed back as younger cubs rolled around. 

Their mother walked slowly towards Cap, and sniffed at him. 

The babies followed suit. 

Between the cuffs, whines and whimpers, the bears seemed to be having some sort of conversation with the man.

“Do you understand what they are saying?” Clark walked up to them, getting a growl in response.

“Oh sorry,” Bill replied. “I keep forgetting we aren’t speaking English.”

“Huh?” Clark frowned. Confused.

“Sasha here was telling me about your noisy machines driving their fish away,” Bill added. “She asks you to be a good neighbour and keep the noise down.”

Apparently, the mother bear was Sasha, the father bear was Phil.

“I’m hardly here,” Clark replied.

Bill chuffed at the mother bear, getting a series of growls in return.

“She says, you may not be here, but your machines still make too much noise. These two days, the sounds are more frequent and worse,” Bill explained.

Sasha chuffed some more.

“Then there are the newcomers in shiny suits that came through this week,” translated Bill.

“That’s not possible,” Clark had a nagging feeling something was wrong.

Phil roared. 

Sasha herded the cubs away.

“They are coming again. The bears smell them,” Clark translated for Bill. 

“Sasha is asking you to tell your guests to be more considerate.”

“What guests?” 

A sudden pain stabbed through Clark’s entire body. 

Kryptonite.

He searched for the source, but his super-vision failed him. A wave of dizziness hit him. Hard.

“Are you okay, Clark,” Bill caught him before he hit the ground.

“Kryptonite,” his vision turned blurry as an armoured figure bearing a large chunk of Kryptonite stalked past the bears, towards him.

“I got this.” 

Bill’s voice was the last thing Clark heard before he blacked out.

*

“Batman! Superman’s poisoned!” Captain Marvel strode into the Watchtower carrying a limp, green-faced Superman.

“What happened?” Batman led Marvel to The Infirmary.

“Kryptonite bomb exploded in our faces,” Marvel grimaced. “Shards of Green K pierced his skin. I removed as much as I could but I don’t have X-ray vision, but I think he breathed particles of Kryptonite, so can you check his lungs?”

“Hmmph,” Batman scrutinised Marvel. “Why aren’t you affected?”

“Kryptonite doesn’t bother me,” Marvel replied. “We were attacked in the Arctic. Who do I hand the culprits over to?”

“Bring them here for interrogation,” Batman replied. If these guys infiltrated Superman’s fortress, he wanted to find out more. “Local authorities don’t have the facilities or security to store technology that is advanced enough to take down Superman. Bring everything here for safekeeping.”

“Yes, sir!” Marvel did a chipper salute and disappeared in a red blur.

So, Captain Marvel is immune to Kryptonite. He doesn’t have X-ray vision either. The man is clearly not a Kryptonian.

As he applied the ultrasonic vibratory device to Superman’s chest to loosen the kryptonite particles in his lungs, Batman pondered on the new information that Marvel had revealed about himself.  

Marvel may not be a Kryptonian, but he could be a Daxamite. 

These are descendants of Kryptonians who left Krypton to explore space. They have the same powers as Kryptonians but do not have x-ray vision. 

Although they are not affected by Kryptonite, Daxamites have a fatal sensitivity to lead.

Batman set up the portable lung lavage system to wash out Superman’s lungs. 

Then he headed to his private quarters where he kept his contingencies against every member of the Justice League.

He removed the Kryptonite from Marvel’s box and replaced it with lead bullets. 

[windybluebelles]

I cling to Marvel being eight foot tall more than I cling to my own real life morals. Let him be a freak guys please it’s so funny.

My idea of Captain Marvel is that he looks like C.C Batson- Duh -but in the way that Billy remembers him.

Obviously his fully human father wasn’t nearly nine feet tall and built like a truck, but when your four years old and three feet tall, your going to think that he is. Most toddlers believe that their parents are the best people in the world so of course Billy as Captain Marvel is going to look perfect. I also just fully believe that you can’t take photographs of him, camera just fully blurs his figure till all you can see is the lightning bolt, every picture drawn of him is always incorrect. Even the best painters manage to land in a weird uncanny valley with him.

Anyone who knew C.C Batson is probably long dead or just has to put up with the fact that there’s this guy wearing a wrong copy of their friends face. Sucks to be them ig

I also prefer it when the rest of the Shazamily look like kids, slightly aged up from their normal selves but still young. They all still have this weird perfectness to them that makes them not quite recognisable and they are all at like peak physical condition.

Also they’re all like 6-7 foot tall.

Just monsterously oversized teenagers. Fully proportionate, weirdly muscular, gigantic teenagers.

Gotta love em!

[ximeko]

Midnight Suns Character Tarot Card "Midnight Suns: The Art of The Game" by Paul Davis

[snail-friend]

So it turns out that the Nato alphabet was only used after 1956! So, in suspendium timelines that take place before that... Billy wouldn't be using the modern Nato alphabet for communications??? He'd be using THIS fun thing called the Seneca code! I love the extra text.

I think Billy would have knowledge of this being- er- an active wartime radio reporter who went out into the field alot!

I think he probably uses this around other heroes as cap and once someone REALISES the issue theyre just. '??? thats a damn old way to clear up letters cap'

[artisicallya-rambo]

If anybody has any Captain Marvel/ SHAZAM! comic recommendations please share, I love this Goof so much

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[hermesserpent-stuff]

a fun idea i will do nothing with.

basically making a radio show (like welcome to nightvale) but with billy batson as the radio host. Fawcett gets forecasts about demons, warnings about time shifts, updates on captain marvel and his villains, and updates on the caps patrons and what they've been doing around town.

"my producers would like me to warn drivers that Mercury is currently on Mainstreet challenging people to car races. please refrain from racing him. unless you are really good at driving. then please give him a challenge. the mayor is currently trying to convince the flash to come and race him instead. we'll let you know if there are any updates. onto the weather; there is a 100% of magical showers. Take your evil eye with you to ward of the curses of your enemies. they are aiming for you."

[suzukiblu]

Chapter two of the absence of something is also a presence, for your collective reading pleasure. ❤️ Billy keeps adopting Conner and it's still going pretty good!

[krisiskool]

the guy ever

[nosyrobin]

Wonderboy!reader: Damian, I'm sad.

Damian: *Holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay.

Jon: billy, I'm sad.

Billy, nodding: mood.

[windybluebelles]

Trans Billy Batson getting his first period while on the streets and not knowing who to call.

Fic WIP:

He can’t call Mary,

No way- Nu Uh- Not a single chance

Firstly, Mary might not have even gotten hers yet and even if she has how could she help him? They’re both just kids, she can’t rush out at the ass crack of dawn to bring him some-IDK! Pads or something! She might as-well be wearing a massive sigh that tells her parents -“BILLY IS A GIRL”- and then the Bromfields will hate him and he’ll never see his sister again and their basically the only family he has and-

Yeah not telling Mary.

Wonder Woman says their family, could he ask her? Oh how would that go-

“Hey, yeah Yknow your Co worker? Yeah, the full grown man- hmmm well he’s actually a teenage girl whos bleeding out in an abandoned apartment. Yeahhhh help?”

No, that’s how he loses his job. Diana doesn’t want to be friends with a homeless kid. Much less one who lied about basically everything about himself.

Freddie is a boy

Mr Morris is a man and his boss

He doesn’t know Dinah that well

Anyone on Young Justice will have to tell their guardian

Zatanna-

Well, Zatanna could work.

They’ve talked quite a bit and Billy would say they’re quite close.

AND,

She should already know his age, surely she’d be able to recognise how new his magic is, how inexperienced he is at using it. Right?

Yeahhhh, she’s also able to be contacted by his league communicator so he won’t have to dig out his shitty old phone.

He scrolls down till he finds her number,

He dials,

“Hey Z-“ His high pitched voice echo’s down the line, too late to go back now

What could go wrong?

[dcbinges]

The Power of Shazam! (1994) by Jerry Ordway

[snail-friend]

Asexual king!