#psimon x reader

[howlingchampion]

Sorry if this is too specific but can you write on Psimon with a civilian SO that he hides his appearance, powers and identity from?

Got it!

Psimon would’ve met you after a mission, when he was rushed into hospital after another encounter with Miss Martian

You were in training and saw a man being wheeled in

Keep in mind this is his disguised form. He’s used it in the past and it only makes the illusion in someone’s brain that he looks normal

When you returned the next day, he was still out of it, but able to respond. You went in to check on him, and he was immediately unresponsive to you. He didn’t know you. Why would he trust you?

After caring for him and coaxing some interactions, he finally warmed up to you. One thing led to another and low and behold, you both started a relationship

However…he never revealed his true identity to you…

In all honesty he was just scared you’d find him a hideous liar and someone not worth your time

He did tell you his first name, Simon, but that was it. No last name, and definitely not his villain name

Don’t get me wrong he loves you to bits and will fight to protect you, but…that’s just one thing he can’t risk

If you were to eventually find out, it would definitely be a shock and he’d probably avoid you for at least a few weeks, then randomly show up in his disguise again, begging to talk

You might make him remove the illusion again so you can see what he really looks like, and that’ll make him upset. Not at you, but at the fact that he has to show you

Over the years he’s grown used to himself. He knows others think he’s ugly and honestly creepy, but you’re not used to it

If you do accept him regardless, he’ll be thrilled but still against taking you in public where others can figure out

If you don’t accept it however, it’ll crush him and he will cut you out of his life forever. Not because he’s being bitter, but because if you stayed around him and someone in Young Justice found out, you could be in danger

Bottom line: he loves you and hopes you love him too, regardless of disguises. However he still uses them because hey, not everyone needs to know-

Idk if y’all knew this but this is actually what he looks like in his disguise (source from the comics)

[lazypanartist]

So uh. Guess who's back in Young Justice again??

Requests open 🫡

While you’re in the onslaught brainrot mood, can you provide terms of affection for there SO?

YESSS

Wasn't expecting this to take so long to write 🙃 Got the ask a few days ago, started it, then got busy & fixated on other tasks & asks

Nicknames for their S/o

Featuring Onslaught

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Tommy Terror

Sweetheart and variations (sweetie, my sweet-)

I know that "Sweetheart - Derogatory" is a southern thing, but I can't see him using other nicknames, really

Expect to be used as an armrest; have him lean down to call you sweetie

Will RARELY use it when he's upset; if he's in a bad mood, it sounds super condescending

If he's upset, he'll just refer to you as "love"; just so if he's angry, you still know he loves you

Tuppence Terror

Doll or Dolly

Face it; she's stronger than you are

It's her power!

So to her, you're kinda just a lil ragdoll

She'll emphasize it by picking you up & squishing you

Psimon

Love

Simple and to the point, as he seems to be

He'll call you any others he gleans from your thoughts, but his go to is always "My love"

Typically not in public, but if he's working with new members of the Light and you're around?

He wants everyone to know that you're his

Devastation

Darling

Almost in the Yandere sense

Now that you're her partner, you're pretty much hers, period

Ofc she lets you do your thing and whatever, she truly loves and cares about you

But if she ever sees you being threatened or whatever, it's on sight

Icicle Jr.

Snowflake

Not in the Fight Club way that most people use it

You're so precious to him!

One of a kind!

..and, y'know. The ice thing

Typically calls you "My snowflake" when talking to others

Shimmer

Ember

Not to get poetic on main, but you're the key to lighting up her world

She's a pretty reserved person, so only expect nicknames in private

Also expect things like love of darling

Cheesy, but at least she's connecting with people ^-^

Mammoth

Dove

It's just a cute little nickname, he told you

Helpless little bird

Really, though?

Doves are a symbol of peace

To him, you are the calm of the storm; one of the only things that can ground him, a sign that there are still good things out there

[delusionsofgrandeur13]

I pick number 25 my age haha😅🤣

༄page 25, from the section named “guard dog”

the turning of your head catches roy’s eye and he shoots you an easy smile.

“uh-oh.” roy smirks, and dick cocks his head at him like a confused puppy.

roy jerks his head, and dick’s eyes scan across the left wall of the room.

there you are, in a pair of soft but tailored jeans and a loose, almost see through shirt that falls over one shoulder. always dressed perfectly for the occasion, aren’t you?

dick reluctantly drags his gaze away from you to clock who’s leaning over you: simon jones. of course it is. you grace this shitty dive bar with your very presence and the vultures can’t help but circle.

dick rolls his eyes as roy chuckles under his breath. the bartender sets down the group of refills, and dick grabs his glass and the rootbeer (in a rather deceiving bottle) for you.

“you got it?” dick’s practically vibrating with restless energy, his eyes locked on where simon leans over you, crowds you, against the wall.

dude’s a douchebag (whose parents do pretty well) that’s got too much time on his hands.

more than enough time to spend hours at a hole-in-the-wall bar in hopes of seeing you.

dick knows he’s nursing a little crush on you, something fake, shallow. no doubt he’s leaning so far forward ‘cos he’s hoping for a look down your shirt.

he cannot STAND the way simon’s looking at you.

roy nods, motioning garth over to help from where he’s waiting for his turn.

“simon? simon jones, is that you, man?”

dick’s mega watt smile is on, sending a thrill (and a chill) up your spine.

except it’s not a smile. to the trained eye, it looks a lot more like a Doberman baring his teeth.

your own smile feels frozen as simon glances at you, the oddest expression on his face.

༄aaand that’s where the page cuts off! dick can be a bit..territorial, it seems!

thanks so so much for your ask, 25 is a great age to be!

xoxo

ness

[lilylovestowrite]

Can I request lumine x female reader who can't fight that well and knows that lumine can protect herself and fight since she's the legendary traveler, but still won't hesitant to shield her with her body if she's suddenly knocked out by an enemy or she's on the verge of falling while clenching her sword, and these actions made lumine admire her and she ends up having a secret crush on reader.

SAVIOUR'S INDULGENCE ୨♡୧

PAIRING ୨♡୧ (Lumine x AFAB! Reader)

WARININGS ୨♡୧ Minor Angst, Injury

SYNOPSIS ୨♡୧ The three times you save Lumine, and the one time she asks you on a date

WORD COUNT ୨♡୧ 1K 

A/N ୨♡୧ Thank you for the request! I have no clue why, but this turned kind of angsty. I kind of headcanon Lumine to be the more ‘no-nonsense’ sibling compared to Aether, so perhaps that’s why. I hope this is to your liking!

Divider by @/cafekitsune

Lumine, with her heroic personality and no-nonsense drive to finish her commissions, has always been the ‘Knight in Shining Armour’ of any predicament she finds herself in. An “Honorary Knight” in Mondstadt, “The Hero of Liyue” , “The First Sage of Bu’er”, need she go on? These titles raise her to the top of the social ladder (until she ends up in the Fortress of Meropide but that’s besides the point)- so why is it that when all of her strength accumulated could (and has) beaten a god, do you always cover for her? 

You’re a terribly fragile little thing. No outstanding physical attributes. Heck, she’s seen you struggle to lift a carton of milk! But despite that, you always come to her rescue. 

The first, was perhaps in Mondstadt when she decided to go looking for sunsettias to cease Paimon’s rumbling stomach from driving the both of them insane. A few abyss mages corner the poor Traveller and she manages to absolutely annihilate the cryo and pyro abyss mage by swirling their powers against each other. But the hydro mage remains, and she finds herself and Paimon in a bubble of their own. Lo and behold, a fresh-faced lass from the Adventurer’s guild dressed in greens and whites distracts the Hydro Mage by weakly tackling it, allowing Lumine to escape her watery confinement. 

The second time around was in Liyue. Long story, really, but her dress catches on fire because of an abyss lector. As she gives him the finishing blow, you hurry over to douse the fire eating away at her lovely white skirt. However, the abyss lector lets out a final attack as her back turned to you. Time practically runs through honey, Lumen watches in horror as you dive in front of her to take the brunt of the attack. 

Now, in Sumeru, she finds herself back to the home of knowledge. The street music adds a pep to her step, and she's dressed a white and blue lehenga with golden starry details on the hem. The aroma of spices, petrichor and musky perfumes from the street stalls consumes the marketplace. The sun shines through the trees and casts a glow through her golden strands, and her eyes seem as if they have been set ablaze under the cool shade of the forest trees. Lumine, throughout her travels, tries her best not to get attached to the people she meets on the way. It’s not practical to make friends with half the continent and then desert them after relocating/rescuing/whatever the fuck she needs to do to get Aether back. But as Psimon blabs about the street food, she spots a lovely necklace with an oval centrepiece jewel the colour of your eyes. 

But of course, she’s not catching feelings. It’s not practical. Lumine doesn’t have time to loiter, she needs to earn enough mora to get to Natlan. She’s been doing a lot of side jobs lately: commissions from the Guild, odd errands here and there and working at that blasted fortune teller who told her that she had never seen so many love prospects in someone’s future. 

Of course it’s a ridiculous scam, but if there were to be a prospect, it would be nice if it were-

No. She doesn’t want to think about it. She doesn’t want to even perceive your beautiful face, or how lovely you would look in Sumerian attire, or your enrapturing voice, and god if she hears you say her name she might drop everything and just marry you. Heck, she hears your sweet voice just over the horizon. 

“Lumine!” 

Her yearning is so ridiculous, that she’s even envisioning you in a Salwar Kameez. The scarf (she remembers Dehya call it an ‘orna’)  made of beautiful georgette fabric, draped across your body. Wow, she can actually smell you as you edge closer. Perhaps she’s had one too many drinks- 

“Behind you!” 

It’s only when she feels you slam into her, a gust of wind slashing her face and the sickening crack of a wooden bat ringing loudly in her ears that she realises: you’re actually here. 

And you’re saving her. 

Again.

“Are you okay?” She asks, offering you her hand. However, when she spots crimson blooming through the fabric of the back of your salwar kameez, she drops the hand and kneels before you. “One second, I’m going to carry you, okay?” Her arms may look lithe, but Lumine effortlessly carries you to her teapot, where she bandages your wounds. 

“We should stop meeting like this,” you joke, but she winces in reply. 

“We should.” Comes her short answer. You assume it’s because she’s too busy wrapping around the gash at your back and checking for bits of splintered wood. But truly, Lumine can’t afford love, especially if it puts you in danger like this. 

“It doesn’t hurt as bad as it looks. Promise!” You try to lighten her mood, and Lumine sighs, a heavy blush on her face as you turn around and hug her, half clothed. “See? I can still move!” 

And Lumine, the starry eyed fool, melts in your warmth. Her defences melt away, wrapping her arms around you carefully. She prays that you don’t notice her heart beating out of her chest. Her mouth opens, and they shut. And open again, like a gaping fish. 

Hesitation drips from her usually confident voice, but she blurts it out: “Let’s go to dinner, how does tonight sound?” 

She’s going to leave. She’s going to leave Teyvat after finding Aether, and she has to stop him and the Abyss Order. She’s going to leave you and there is nothing she can do about it. 

But she can’t resist indulging herself, just a glimpse of a date with you would suffice. 

She holds you tighter, and you nuzzle into her neck, softly. It’s then that she sighs sadly, wishing time would stop so she can replay this moment forever. You might have saved her life, but you don’t know, do you? You don’t know that your very presence is the biggest danger to her of all. 

[hopefulfuturenovelauthor]

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.

[rose-of-many-colors]

Icicle Jr. x Female Vampire Reader headcanons

Junior was definitely scared of you at first

Thought you were gonna drain him of his blood

You thought he was cute for being scared of you

Junior developing a crush on you after saved him from Superboy

You asked Junior out first

No way he could say no to you, you basically saved his life

FLIRTING

Flirting 24/7, which annoys the other Onslaught members

Psimon being the most desturbed since he can hear your's and Junior's thoughts

Junior allowing you to drink his blood even though it gives you brain freeze

You and Junior going on double dates with M'gnn and Conner but at night since the sun gives you burns

Him calling you his Vampire and any other name he can think of

You calling him Freezerpop and Popcicle

Junior hating those names but deals with them because he loves you

His dad being low key terrified of you but trying to hide it

The other Ice Villians being just as scared

The Justice babies being more scared since you are faster and stronger than their fastest and strongest members(Kid Flash, and Superboy)

Junior being protective over you since yalls enemies can use your weakness against Onslaught

[blackbat05]

Strength

Steven Grant x Reader

A/N: I know I said I was taking a break but to conclude Moon Knight ending, thought I would churn out a short (and angsty) piece. Did this at one go so my lack of brain cells may show. Enjoy as always.

Genre: PG-13

Note: If you recognized, I mixed Marvel and DC together😉 Reader has psychic/telepathic powers. Mentions of Marc but focus is on Steven for purposes of this fic!

Steven dons the suit of Mr Knight, fighting his way through the sandstorm you had created with your powers.

‘Y/N! Stop please!’

Your fixed gaze on the multiverse traveller told Steven that you were no longer on the mortal plane.

Clawing his way through the sand, he manages to hold your hand, bringing him to your psychic battle.

‘Steven?’ His presence had confused you. ‘You’re not supposed to be here. You need to leave now before Psimon gets to you too!’

‘I’m not leaving you, we can figure something out-’

‘Steven PLEASE!’ You cut him off harshly, sweat trickling down your forehead. You can feel your power being drained by the second. ‘This isn’t up for discussion.’

‘I’m not letting you tap into the dark portal Y/N.’ Steven was surprisingly firm, squeezing your hand as a form of reassurance.

The dark portal. A forbidden power source yet so powerful. Books warned you of the deadly consequences should you decide to cave into its temptation.

‘Together.’

You nod, pointing towards the villainous telepath.

Steven let’s out a cry. You were well aware that this was a loosing battle to begin with. Now that you have humoured him, it was time.

You were not going to loose anyone else.

Steven could read you like an open book. ‘Y/N? Please… don’t do this. You’re not what your sister says. Please! We can still fight this- Y/N!

He finds himself being roughly pushed out of your mind, back into the thick of the storm.

Eyes glowing emerald green, the sudden explosion around you and the enemy catches Steven off guard as the blast throws him back.

Changing into the Moon Knight, Marc makes sure that Steven lands safely before returning the reigns back to him.

The makeshift research center was a mess as big chunks of rubble covered the entire area. But Steven wasn’t going to give up. Digging left and right, he finally spots your stealth suit peeking out from a rubble.

‘Y/N? Y/N!’ Steven lifts the rubble off you with miraculous strength, gently carrying you away from the site.

‘He’s gone. He’s no longer in our universe.’ You smiled weakly, chest tightening with every word. Steven doesn’t know what to say as he assess the damage inflicted on you. Needless to say, it wasn’t pretty.

‘You tapped into the dark portal didn’t you?’

‘I had to. I needed to be stronger to fight his psychic energy.’ You wheezed.

Tears forming, Steven shakes his head furiously. ‘No. Don’t say that.’

Steven feels your pulse that is getting weaker by the second. You couldn’t forget the ugly words of your sister. So you tapped into power that was forbidden by your kind to save others, only to pay the ultimate price.

‘No…’ He whimpers as your grip gets looser. Steven knows that he is slowly loosing you but accepting the fact only brings more pain.

He forces himself to watch your last moments, the sparkle in your eyes snuffed out soon after.

Your body starts to tremble under his grasp. The cold wind of the desert didn’t deter him. Neither did the eerie silence of being alone.

Steven just needed to protect you.

It wasn’t fair. You had accepted him and Marc with open arms. You were kind to others around you despite the immense power you held.

So why did darkness devour you first?

He thinks about your own painful trauma that you brush off quickly, putting him above yourself. Steven has many regrets. If only he had the courage.

‘You were the strongest person I ever met.’

[thecomicsnexus]

Death at the Dawn of Time!

CRISIS ON INFINITE EARTHS #10 JANUARY 1986 BY MARV WOLFMAN, GEORGE PEREZ, JERRY ORDWAY, ANTHONY TOLLIN, ROBERT GREENBERGER, LEN WEIN AND TOM MCCRAW (RECOLORED VERSION)

SYNOPSIS (FROM DC DATABASE)

After destroying Brainiac's shell, Psimon turns his attention towards Lex Luthor. He plans on taking over the united villains after killing Luthor. What Psimon doesn't realize however is that Brainiac's consciousness is downloaded into the circuitry of his ship. He forges a new body for himself and blasts the top off of Psimon's crown with a beam of energy.

On Earth-One at the dawn of mankind, Anthro continues to see wild streaks of red lightning flashing across the sky. He ponders whether he should tell the rest of the tribe, but fears that they may find him crazy.

On Earth-Four, Chemo stands next to the ruins of the Statue of Liberty. All about him, the waters surrounding Manhattan island are bubbling with deadly poisonous fumes. Negative Woman flies about him, ensnaring the gigantic villain with bands of shadow energy. The bands constrict until they eventually succeed in destroying Chemo's artificial shell. In Manhattan, Black Adam fights up against Robotman and Dove. Kole of the New Teen Titans flies up behind him and turns his body into solid crystal. Robotman is prepared to shatter him, but Dove holds him back. Meanwhile, Cyborg and Celsius tackle Quakemaster.

Meanwhile, Aqualad races back to Atlantis carrying Aquagirl's body. He hands her over to the city's medical specialists, but there is nothing they can do. Aquagirl is dead.

In the frozen wastelands of Earth-S, Doctor Sivana, Doctor Cyber, Per Degaton, Houngan, Phobia, Despero, Deathbolt, Hector Hammond and Professor T.O. Morrow keep watch over the captured members of the Marvel Family. While Sivana is in the midst of gloating, the Martian Manhunter burrows through the ice and attacks them. He blasts at Deathbolt with his Martian vision. The Atom and Platinum of the Metal Men arrive to give him back-up. Phobia tries to use her powers on Platinum, but they fail, enabling the Atom enough time to loose the gag around Billy Batson's mouth. Billy shouts the magic word, "Shazam" and transforms into Captain Marvel.

On Earth-X , Batman and the original Atom fight up against Calendar Man while the Outsiders and Infinity, Inc. take on the Dummy. Hawkwoman and Tin fight Lightning Lord, and Firestorm and Vixen fight up against Captain Cold and Icicle. Green Arrow of Earth-Two assists Changeling and Mento in combating the Shaggy Man. Green Arrow defeats the Shaggy Man with an explosive-tipped arrow.

Suddenly, the Spectre makes his presence known across the five partially merged Earths. He warns all of the heroes that the Anti-Monitor is still alive and that he has retreated into the past to change the course of history at the dawn of time itself.

The heroes migrate to Earth-One to coordinate their efforts. They form their teams and develop a strategy using the time-traveling capabilities of the Time Masters, the Legion of Super-Heroes and the Lord of Time. Flash (Jay Garrick) and Kid Flash are outfitted with converter technology to help bridge the gap. With the aid of Magno Lad, Cosmic Boy and Gold, the team creates a large magnetic conductor, which shunts the assemblage backwards in time.

Meanwhile, Lex Luthor and his allies travel backwards in time ten billion years to the planet Oa. They arrive on the fateful day when the scientist Krona is destined to witness the hand of creation and inadvertently create the Multiverse. They burst into his laboratory, but Krona is ready for them. He kills Icicle, Mirror Master and Maaldor.

At the dawn of time, the heroes face the Anti-Monitor. They channel all of their energy into him, but this only serves to make the Anti-Monitor more powerful. He requires their energy so that when Krona opens the doorway between the positive matter universe and the antimatter universe, the Anti-Monitor will then be able to obliterate the positive matter universe entirely.

The Spectre appears before the Anti-Monitor, channeling all of the mystical energy of Earth's most powerful sorcerers. He attacks the Anti-Monitor directly and their fight unleashes an explosion of energy, which appears to consume all reality.

NOTORIOUS DEATHS IN THIS ISSUE

The Multiverse

Earth-1

Earth-2

Earth-4

Earth-S

Earth-X

Earth-Prime

Mirror Master

Icicle

Maaldor

Aquagirl (Tula, confirmed dead)

REVIEW

This is it, ladies and gentlemen or whatever fits you best... the end of the multiverse!

Not a hoax, not an imaginary story, THE END.

Unfortunately, it is the end of Earth-1 as well, so out heroes will need to run against the clock to stay in existence.

One small detail that I have been thinking since Superboy Prime was introduced, is about why Earth-Prime is never mentioned when they say only five earths survived. Well, my guess is they forgot about it (as it was technically, not a real earth). But the problem was that they actually needed a Superboy (every DC character needs to be in this story, and Superboy became Superman). The solution was to introduce a new Superboy, this time from the readers’ earth.

I can understand the reasons not to include that Earth in the crisis. If that earth dies... who is reading the story?

This issue had more deaths than usual, and the stakes are very high, and our heroes are totally screwed from the get-go.

Even if they succeeded in preventing the incident in Oa, the multiverse would have never be born, so the battle was always going to be half a victory at best.

Wally West is finally becoming a sacrificing hero as well. The stakes are very high for him. He knows he will die if he runs fast, but how can he refuse saving existence?

Perez pencils in the “tapes of the Monitor” are very hard to print, so that is another reason to buy the hardcover (personally I like the 1998 version, but I recently bought the one that came a few years ago that includes the History of the DCU, it’s good, but the slipcase from 1998 includes a poster).

Perez already tried this on New Teen Titans (Terror of Trigon) but there the coloring was also present. But it is hard to guess if it was harder to print with color separation.

To be continued

[schninner-writes-some-stuff]

Not Me (Jason Todd x Reader)

Anon: “Jason loving wife died because he shot her because he was mind control I don't know anymore just hit me with feeling *kill me* hit me with the sadness please .”

Schninner: This prompt, this was a beautiful and angsty idea, that filled me with so much joy! THANK YOU ANON!

(Reader is Female)

Warning: Swearing, Death, and lots of blood

Word count: 1127

Tagging @the-singing-canary and @maruthor BECAUSE THEY HAVE BEEN THREATENING ME WITH ANGST TODAY!

Master List

Jason’s breath shook with rage, as he staggered closer to the door to the apartment you shared. His heart pounded in his temples and eyes were blood shot, ignoring the blood that came dribbling out of his nose and down his face. He squinted, his vision partially obscured due to its partially shattered helmet. He stopped dead in his tracks at the door, with his gloved hand hovering over the door knob.

A small voice in the back of his head pleaded him to stop, to turn around and leave until whatever the hell that man had done to him ware off, but he dismissed it, buried the voice deep inside of him with several layers of pain, and pent up anger.

His hand gripped the doorknob, he slowly opened it, letting the door creak open, and entered the threshold.

Jason Todd awoke to the sunshine blasting through his widow and into his face. He scrunched up his nose and snuggled closer to the small warm body sleeping next to him. His arms wrapped around your torso, puling you closer to him while he rested his chin in the crook of your neck.

You let out a small groan and turned around in his arms.

“Mm, what time is it?” You mumbled, with your eyes still closed

“I don’t know,” HE answered, letting out a large yawn, “Early.”

“Thanks,” You replied, your voice laced with tired and sarcasm.

“Hey, that’d what husbands are for.”

He smiled as you opened your [E/C] eyes, scrunching up your eyebrows and crinkling your nose. You sighed ad began to pull yourself up from the bed.

“Whelp, time to get ready for work.” You were intercepted by your husband’s arms. He pulled you back into the bed, kissing you on the sheet.

“Jay, sweetie, let me go.” You whined half-heartedly wriggling in his arms.

“Just 5 more minutes?” H sleepily muttered into your hair.

“Let me clarify my previous statement, we need to get ready for work. Don’t you have to go work with the outlaws today?”

Jason laid their silently, so much so, that you though he had fallen asleep.

“Jay!”

“Fine!” He groaned, lifting his body slightly only so he could hover over you, “But I have my terms.”

A smirk appeared on your face ad you looked up into his sky-blue eyes, “Oh yeah? And what would those terms be?”

“I need a good morning kiss, and I get to pick the takeout for tonight.”

“Deal!” You said, lifting yourself up and giving your husband a small yet sweet kiss. “You drive a hard bargain Mr. Todd.”

He grinned, and leaned down, leading you into a more passionate kiss, “why thank you Mrs. Todd.”

“Artemis?! Bizaro?” he hissed, Creeping silently through the hallways of an elegant, yet suspiciously deserted building. “Where the hell is everybody?”

He continued his way, his dual pistols trained in front of him, until he found himself in a large room that looked to be meant to hold parties or Galas that he was forced too. That’s when he saw them, both Artemis and Bizaro laying unconscious on the ground. Jason rushed towards them, completely forgetting to check his surroundings.

“Holy Shit! Artemis! Bizaro! Are you guys alive?” he checked for a pulse on his slumbering teammates and sighed in relief when he found a pulse. “What the hell happened to you guys?” He muttered to himself.

He heard the clicking of a tongue from behind him, with lightning speed, Jason whipped around with guns trained at his unknown target, “My, my, such language!”

Psimon stepped out of the shadows with a look of pure amusement plastered on his face, “Psimon says, drop your weapons.”

Jason did so without question, without hesitation.

“That’s a good boy.” He chuckled, taking a step closer to the Red hood. “Now, Psimon says, tell me more about yourself.”

Jason stepped into your shared apartment, with a fully loaded gun in one hand, and the other on the door knob.

The house was glowing with warmth, the sounds of pots and pans clattered form the nearby kitchen.

“Jay? Is that you?” Your voice sounded from the kitchen, the clattering of pan stopping suddenly.

“Okay so I know you said you wanted take out, “You said, still out of his sight, “but I figured that I would make your favorite meal instea- “you stopped abruptly a when you stepped out of the kitchen to find your husband with his gun.

“Jay? What’s wrong baby?” Your voice overfilling with concern as you stepped closer to him.

“Oh, I think that’s close enough.” Came an unknown voice from outside your door.

You froze, as a pale and grotesque male stepped into the light, “Now Jay,” He sneered, “Psimon says, kill her.”

Jason raised his gun, a silencer attached to it, and pointed the weapon to your chest.

“Jay, please! You can fight this!” You pleaded, tears emerging from your eyes.

“I’m sorry my dear, but I’m afraid he can’t.” the man, Psimon, turned to Jason, “Well, what are you waiting for? Psimon says to kill her! Shoot her!”

His hand visible shook, as he cocked the gun, and pulled the trigger, sending the sharp pelts of lead to pierce your skin. Your eyes widened with shock and pain, you crumbled to the ground clutching your bleeding chest and torso.

Psimon smiled in satisfaction, watching the horror strike the Red Hood’s eyes.

“Psimon says wait, and listen.” Jason did so, although every one of his muscles screamed at him to move, to help you, to save you.

Psimon whispered into his ear, sending shivers or disgust running down the vigilante’s spine. “If you or any of your other little friends come after me again, the outcome will be much worse than this, I promise you.” Then he left, leaving Jason frozen in place, unable to do anything.

His control was regained once he could no longer hear the food steps of the villain, and as soon as he could move, he was at your side.

He tore off his helmet and scooped up your bleeding body, beginning to hurriedly make his way out the door. “Hold on [F/N]! Please just hold on!”

You sputtered, and let out a series of coughs, hacking up blood, right before your body went completely limp.

“No, [F/N]! NO!” he shouted, undoubtedly disturbing several of his neighbors.

He fell to the ground, gently checking for a pulse. Nothing.

“[F/N] …” His voice cracked as a series of fresh sobs racked through his body.

“I’m sorry [F/N], I’m so, so sorry! I didn’t want to- I didn’t mean to- “

His voice broke, he leaned down and rested his forehead on your rapidly cooling one.”

“I’m sorry.”

[goldfishwithapen]

Jaime Reyes and Telepath!reader

Requested by Anon.

Request: “Could I get a h/c for Jamie's s/o having telepathic abilities and using it to talk to the scarab?”

A/N: It’s so late...but I got this out. *tired fist pump* I reference one of my one shots in this, so I recommend reading it before the angst section down below. [x]

- You probably joined the team before he did, as the team likely encountered you while battling Psimon.

- You joined the team shortly afterwards, and later met Blue Beetle.

- Your first meeting was -- interesting, to say the least.

- He did a poor job of guarding his thoughts; they rolled off him and crashed into you like waves.

- Unfortunately, the Scarab sensed your telepathic abilities and immediately attacked you, attempting to “remove potential threats for your best interests, Jaime Reyes. The telepath causes internal changes in you.”

- The others attempted to intervene, but you sensed Scarab’s presence and managed to somehow talk him down. Jaime (and Scarab) found a newfound respect for you (albeit somewhat begrudgingly).

- In no time the two of you ended up dating. Your powers were very useful, as it permitted you to communicate with Jaime and Scarab at the same time.

- The three of you have had some interesting conversations, mostly involving Scarab suggesting something very unconventional, Jaime recoiling in horror, and you laughing your head off on the side.

Angst ahead; references one of my one shots, “His Fault.”

- You disappeared one evening after Blue Beetle was put on-mode.

- The team searched high and low for you, until Nightwing eventually tracked your communicator to an empty alleyway in Blüdhaven.

- He found you sprawled on the hard cement, stabbed through the heart.

- Blue Beetle mysteriously disappeared after you were brought back, but the team was too deep in grief to properly investigate.

- When Jaime and Scarab are freed from the Reach’s control, nothing’s quite the same again; you’re gone, and they’ll never be able to hear your sweet voice or see your beautiful eyes again.

[howlingchampion]

Kindness speaks louder than fear

Psimon x reader (YJ)

“And stay down! Freaky science experiment..”

Guards. Of course. Brutes he calls them. Belle Reve Penitentiary was supposed to be a secure place to keep humans safe from meta humans and other dangerous beings..somehow Psimon ended up here. Oh how he hated it…not even his own team had come to rescue him…Queen Bee must have told them to wait it out, see if he was strong enough to escape on his own. What a joke. He would, if he hadn’t been forced into a control collar that blocked his powers…without them, he felt weak…defenseless…and it turns out these guards weren’t as dumb as he hoped, figuring out how vulnerable he was without his gifts.

Psimon gingerly touched his cheek, feeling the tender and sore spot one of those men had hit, since he refused to eat the disgusting prison food. Ouch. He couldn’t see it but he assumed there would be a nasty bruise considering how pale his complexion was.

Suddenly noise. Voices. Outside his cell. Oh boy, who’s here to torment him this time? Psimon didn’t spare so much as a glance to the footsteps approaching his area. Why would he care? If he looked up he’d be insulted. If he didn’t he’d be hit. Hurt either way.

“Dr. Simon Jones..?”

That got him to pause. They said his name. His REAL name. That’s a first. He decided it wouldn’t hurt to look over, so he tilted his head, showing the bruised cheek.

“…”

No words needed. Their face gave away everything he needed to know. This person wasn’t here from pity. They weren’t just someone from an agency hellbent on ridding the world of his kind…this was a sympathetic person who…saw him as a person…not the villain or sociopath he was, but someone who deserved rights and respect.

He sat up. Glancing at their hands, he saw two things. A tray of slightly edible looking food, and a book. Surprising. But not unwelcome. He blinked once, then smiled a bit. To the untrained eye it appeared a smirk or mocking scoff. But that’s just what he was taught to do. This smile was genuine. He needed this care and even he knew it.

He accepted the food and entertainment, flipping through the pages as he spared glances at this person. Who were they? Why would they care about him? Everyone else has laughed or rushed away due to his appearance and overall demeanor. They were different. It infuriated him. It made him want to figure them out, find out all their secrets and break them down…but then…guilt…wait, guilt? Psimon felt…bad…his instinct is to break this new person down and use them to escape…but the sudden thought of harm coming to the one person who has shown humanity to him in years…bile rises in his throat. He couldn’t. Not to them. Not yet at least…

As the newcomer watched him, he watched back. Something about them…it spoke to him. He felt he didn’t need his power to know what they were thinking…and he had the sneaking suspicion that they felt the same…

Suddenly, prison wasn’t worse than hell…the kindness of this person was the one thing the fear of his situation could never drown out…he’d found what he needed. How could he let go now..?

OKAY. That was new lmao. So- I’m planning on making more of these kinda oneshots so stay tuned lmao bye

[lazypanartist]

Girl omg happy 300 🫢 anyway can I request prompt 3 with ur mo—

Jk jk….maybe meet cute with Psimon if that’s cool?

Sorry for taking so long!

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Imagine a meet cute with Psimon. A calm, quiet day at one of the Light's bases. No fieldwork. Just a lazy sunrise filling the windows of Luthor's building with brilliant color as you, a new recruit, sit basking in the Light.

The whole morning this far had been quiet, only interrupted by measured, even footsteps. Barely a moment passed before the person rounded a corner. Now, facing you, was senior Light member Psimon. He held a cup in each hand, and only a few moments later, was crouching barely in front of you. The clear dome over his brain seemed to warp the colors of the sunlight, refracting into a beautiful rainbow on the far wall.

"I saw you alone up here.. two hours ago."

He handed you one of the cups, which warmed your hands as you accepted it.

"What have you been doing here, all this time?"

"Watching the sunrise." You scooted back slightly, offering space in the warmth of the sunlight falling through the window. "Care to join me?"

[howlingchampion]

Psimon x reader where the heroes accidentally hurt reader during a mission 🥺

Healing

He’d sensed it. Of course he did. But he was too slow…now you’re in the infirmary with a bandaged side and an IV drip.

“…can you stop pacing..? It’s giving me a headache…”

Psimon paused at the sound of your voice. Despite how tried you sounded, he can’t deny how much it soothes his heart to hear it again.

“Apologies…how are you feeling? And don’t tell me you’re ‘fine’. You’re smart enough to know I can see right through you.”

You huffed a chuckle. He liked that sound.

“I’ll live…gonna have a gnarly scar though.”

He chuckled a bit.

“Gnarly? Well, that’s certainly a word for it…”

You managed a smile, and for once, he smiled back. Not a malicious or sarcastic smile, but one that reflected in his dark eyes as well.

“I do hope you realize you won’t be going on nearly as much missions now.”

You groaned and let your head fall back against the pillows, which makes him smirk and lean forward.

“I don’t make the rules. But, even if I did, you know I’d-“

“Yeah yeahh you’d say the same because you’re ’oh so smart’. Right?”

He narrowed his eyes. You were witty and cute, but not that cute.

“Watch it.”

You yelped in surprise as he flicked you on the nose. Anyone else and he’d’ve sent a headache their way. But you were already dealing with so much…and he cared for you too much for that.

“So when can I return to normal missions?”

Psimon frowned. Of course you wanted to be back into danger the second you healed…but he couldn’t lie to you.

“Two months.”

“Agh! That’s so long!”

He smiles again. At least he can look after you until then…as much as Psimon hated to admit it, he really had a soft spot for you…

“…hey, uh…can I ask you something?”

He raised a non-existent brow at that. Of course you could. You always could. But why the hesitation..?

“…why are you looking after me…? We’re not exactly...the same rank…let alone Devastation might be a bit miffed if you spend time with me instead, so…”

Oh. The hard questions. Well, again, he can’t lie to you so here goes nothing.

“…You cared for me when I needed someone…you did the dirty work no one else was willing to do…and please, she can deal with me not being hers anymore.”

He paused, glancing at his hands on your bed.

“…It’s time I return the favor.”

Silence. Until…he felt warmth. When he looked up, you had placed your hand on his much paler one.

“…thank you Psimon…that means a lot…”

He blinked. Oh now now his face was getting hot! And because of his complexion, there’s no doubt you can see the pigmentation forming on his cheeks. But regardless you didn’t point it out. Thank god for that.

“Of course…anything for you…”

He froze. Why’d he say that? Now it’ll be obvious-

“…that’s sweet…I’d…honestly do a lot for you too…”

Oh. Oh! Well that’s positive. He blinked then smiled softly. He thought for a second, then he leaned up a tad, his eyes staying on yours. After a second he realizes this and begins to pull back, but your arms around his neck stopped him. A hug? How…warm…

“…you mean a lot to me Psimon…”

“…Simon.”

“What? That’s what I said-“

“No. My name. Not my title.”

“Oh! Oh…thank you then Simon…”

“…anything for you.”

Hope this was to par! :)

[howlingchampion]

head canons of protective Psimon pls?

Psimon doesn’t usually consider himself possessive and/or protective, but when it comes to you he doesn’t mind showing it

If someone tries to take you from him or even just interact in a way he doesn’t agree with, he’ll stand behind you and look them in the eye until they go away

If someone touches you though, he’ll give them a massive migraine and maybe even knock ‘em out

When you try to bring it up he’ll either deny it or he’ll just shrug and say ‘well you know how these brainless idiots can’t keep their bodies to themselves.’

It’s kinda cute but if it continues, it’s…not as cute anymore

He’ll calm down a bit if you really want him to, but he’ll always make sure to keep your comfort in mind

This zombie of a man loves you and will protect you at his own expense

[howlingchampion]

Can I request a one shot of the reader wanting to see psimon past his disguise? Sorta like in the most recent headcanons?

Yep!

Truths

“Hey…Simon?”

He tilted his head up from his place on your lap. He was in his disguise. Psimon loved you, but…he couldn’t let you know his past. Himself.

“What is it my darling?”

“…stand up for a second.”

He raised a fake brow but stood up.

“…now let me see you.”

“Oh. My love, if you wished to see me you need only to take me into your-“

“Psimon. A silent ‘P’. This-“

You tapped his chest.

“-isn’t actually you.”

Psimon froze, his eyes widening and his blood running cold. Oh no. No no no…how did you find out? Was he not careful? Do you-

“Please…I-I…just…just please let me see what you really look like. I won’t ask again…”

He blinked, then closed the blinds. As he stood in front of them, he finally let the mental illusion drop.

Ghostly white skin, thin red lines on thin cheeks, absolutely no visible hair…exposed brain with a glass-like covering. Freakish to most.

He saw your eyes widen and how you backed up, almost knocking over the coffee table. Of course. You stayed still until slowly walking to him and reaching up, about to touch one of the lines.

He closed his eyes, seemingly expecting a slap or scream. Nothing of the sort happened. Just…a gentle touch. But when your eyes welled up with tears he immediately regretted everything, almost forgetting how different he appeared and reached to you. Thankfully you lean into his hands and just hug him, not minding his actions and appearance.

“Oh my gods…you really thought I’d hit you..? You lied the whole time…”

“My dearest…I’m so sorry…I’m sorry…”

He held you tight, burying his face in your neck and inhaling deeply. Your perfume mixed with your natural essence always calmed him like a drug.

He was overjoyed that you didn’t find him repulsive, and when you finally calmed down, all he got was a light tap and the refusal to let him sleep the same bed for a week.

After that week, you have gotten used to his real form, and when he slowly reveals more and more about himself, and you both get closer. You can’t help but wonder though…just how much *is* he hiding..?

[howlingchampion]

can I request psimo coming out of his coma and finding out his baby sister’s dating icicle jr?

Psimon groaned as he lifted his aching head from the uncomfortable cot, rubbing his temples and wondering what became of the battle he couldn’t finish.

“Psimon? Psimon!”

He jolted as arms suddenly found their ways around his neck, and a warm body pressed against his much colder one.

As soon as he realized who it was, he breathed a sigh of relief, hugging you back and burying his face into your neck. His darling little sister…the one person he thought of during this traumatic experience.

“My darling sister…what has become of the Martian? Was she- no…it’d be too easy…anywho, tell me, are you alright? Did they hurt you? D-“

“Brother please I’m fine! Physically anyway. Mentally cursing you out for deciding to go ahead and challenge Miss Martian by yourself! Like Cam said, you don’t exactly have a winning record against her!”

“Cam? Oh…Cameron…Junior still plaguing your thoughts? You know I can get rid of them for you-“

“No!!”

His eyes widen and he raises a brow.

“No? And why is that?”

“Um…well…brother…uhhh…”

At that moment Icicle Junior came in, hugging you tightly and pressing a kiss to your shoulder, then he smiled sheepishly at Psimon.

“Hey! Haha…this is…awkward…”

“….are you meaning to tell me..”

You winced at the reaction you knew was coming, but you smile regardless.

“Surprise, haha…”

Psimon’s eye twitched. This would be a long road to recovery…