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villainintern · 3 months ago

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🕱🕱 At UNDERHAND INCORPORATED, the world's leading supervillain corporate conglomerate, networking opportunities are many. Recruit henchmen, make enemies, forge tenuous friendships, and always be sure to collect blackmail. Just in case. ____________________________________________________

YOUR FELLOW INTERNS:

PETER HYDE interns for human resources, although he might not be totally human. Your cubicle neighbor is a geeky slack-off who (unlike you) doesn't really want to work here, but for some reason he's unable to quit. Laid-back, conflict avoidant, and generally easy to manipulate, he’s easy minion material- but his attitude belies a volatile, monstrous secret. Which can be a great asset or a major risk, depending on if you can maintain your control over him.

Appearance: Pale skin, black hair that always escapes his gel, earnest brown eyes rimmed with the harrowed look of someone who stares at screens all day. 6'5" but embarrassed about being tall, so he leans on stuff and slouches in chairs. Usually wearing cheap office attire and a novelty tie.

🫀Likes: Cozy furnished basements. Free flash computer games. Taking on a whole rotisserie chicken solo. 🚫Dislikes: Working overtime. Falling behind on payments. The bottomless, gnawing hunger.

"Tropes": Codependent coworkers, boss-henchman. Genuine friends somehow? More?

REID/RENEY SULLIVAN (gender selectable) is your nemesis, or at least they think so. An interning hero (at the rival hero company) with impressive telekinetic powers, they are nonetheless as much of an amateur as you, and so you find yourself on even footing with one of the most promising superheroes in the business. Earnest and witty, they genuinely just want to help people. Eventually, they become fixated on “figuring you out”, which can lead to them getting sucked into your schemes. That, or their meddling could be your downfall. Worst of all, they might even succeed in reforming you.

Appearance: Black skin and hair, styled into many twists that fall at different lengths around their face. Lithe, stringy runner's build. Expressive brown eyes, a wide, endearingly uneven smile.

🫀Likes: Doing good in the world. Veggie pizza. Playing smash bros with siblings. Maybe you, despite all their better instincts. 🚫Dislikes: You. The level of control their employer exerts over them. Skinny jeans.

"Tropes": Enemies to worse. Reluctant allies, bantering. Intimately charged hand-to-hand combat. Suddenly realizing your sworn nemesis is the most important and constant figure in your life.

T9-670 is a seven-foot tall ex-war machine, now interning with UnderHand's tech support department. Once a military member conscripted to the company's private security decal, its contract didn’t end when it died- the soldier’s brain was transplanted into a humanoid steel frame. T9 is doing some soul searching- it’s not totally sure if it even has one left, but it would like to have a purpose beyond fixing printers and mowing down UnderHand’s enemies with its plasma gun.

Appearance: T9's new mechanical body is imposing but graceful, seven feet of smooth interlocking steel. Its "face" is a rounded plate of dark glass. Small tubes connect to the back of its neck, carrying fluid to the brain through its artificial spine.

🫀Likes: The beautiful, almost organic curves of highway overpasses. 🚫Dislikes: Being unable to eat. It misses carbs.

"Tropes": Big huge strong shiny robot.

ELAINE FOSTER is an up-and-coming mad scientist interning as an assistant in the tech support laboratories. Although a genius prodigy, Foster otherwise has no superhuman abilities, which causes her to be overlooked by your superiors- as a result, she's become fixated on getting that elusive promotion. Exacting, calculating, and a little maniacal, Foster doesn't dole out her respect easily. But if she sees you making smart moves, you'll find her a very competent collaborator.

Appearance: Pale skin and frizzy, near-white blonde hair. Sharp, elegant, shrewd face. Grey eyes behind narrow cherry red cat-eye glasses. She usually wears her lab gear: the signature high collared white coat, black vinyl boots and gloves.

🫀Likes: A strong cup of green tea. A well-tailored pair of dress pants. Mugler, her pet lab rat. 🚫Dislikes: Temperatures above 68 degrees. Willful imbeciles. Being condescended to.

"Tropes": Icy exterior, rivals, lab partners in crime, the chemistry that comes from bonding over your obsessive shared career passions.

BLINK is technically unemployed, a rogue villain or vigilante, depending on who you ask. Completely anonymous, they wear a unique suit of tactical gear that allows them to turn completely invisible, the first of its kind. Quippy, chipper, and sauntering, Blink is an invisible superhuman that loves the spotlight- a walking contradiction. Their motives are as obscure as their identity, but they sure seem to interfere with your missions a lot. Are they sabotaging your goals, or do theirs align? Do they just like following you around? ...are they following you right now? You're pretty sure you're alone. The hallway is dead silent. And yet...

Appearance: There's no way to know. Even when they're visible, Blink is covered head to toe in tactical gear, and they seem very cautious about keeping their face concealed. It's almost like they have something to hide from you, personally.

🫀Likes: Assassinating crooked politicians. Steel-toe boots. Invisibly entering people's houses just to see what it's like in there. 🚫Dislikes: Motion sensing doors.

"Tropes": Secret identity, watching you through their sniper scope and kicking their feet around like a schoolgirl.

#VI characters #Elaine Foster #Peter Hyde #R Sullivan #T9-670 #Blink

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taxi-cab-to-slowtown · 1 year ago

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Flash Family Meets the Justice League

Okay, folks, so here's the thing, I love Batfam meets the Justice League and it's so fun because of the way that it has so many crunchy tropes mixed into it. Secret Identity? Check! Identity Reveal? Check! Paranoia? (there is a whole fic with this trope named this and it is fantastic) check! There's also just, found family, secret relationships, pranks.

Car Salesman: *smacks "Batfamily Meets the Justice League" tag* this bad boy can fit so many excellent superhero tropes.

The only problem is... there is a lot of Batfam meets the JLA fics out there. This isn't to say there is too many because there can never be too many and as long as there are new ones, I'll be eating them, because they are fantastic. But what if we could get something that feels like this trope, that tastes like it, but is just different enough that it opens up a whole wealth of new ideas?

How about Flash Family Meets the Justice League? The idea is that Flash is about as opposite from Batman as possible, which makes it that much more fun. Where the Bat hides everything, Flash is always open... or so the League thinks. Flash has a good shipping dynamic with pretty much any leaguer though I will always be a HalBarry stan and has quite a few kids at least 2 of which are active heroes.

Plus, Central City ever seem just a little too good to you? within a year of the Flash being active there was a museum in his honour. The Flashes can ask their rouges to take the day off, and they will I would love to see a crypidly happy Central city which is cursed with a different kind of curse from Gotham.

I feel like there's a super ton of focus on the Bats don't get me wrong, I love the Batfamily, that how I got into DC and we don't touch the untapped potential of the other families. Just please, consider the idea, chew on it, and if you end up writing about it, tag me please.

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mikavlcs · 2 years ago

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Start a Fire

Pairing: Gwen Stacy x gn!reader

Summary: Gwen saves you and you help her out in return.

Warnings: nothing besides some probable medical inaccuracies and my writing lmao (no atsv spoilers btw)

Word count: 2k

Notes: idk why everything i write is kinda unserious. this also may not entirely make sense, sorry about that...

Masterlist

Firsts were a special thing.

Everyone, for better or worse, remembered things like their first kiss, and their first date, and their first heartbreak. Because of the novelty of these events, their importance is inescapable, even to the most unsentimental of people.

This same principle applied to superhero activities—or, at least, it did for Gwen.

She would never forget her first high-speed car chase, or her first armed bank robbery, or her first (incredibly embarrassing) criminal interrogation. So, of course, she was excited when her police radio picked up reports of a burning apartment building over on the west side.

Okay, maybe excited wasn’t the right word since people were in danger and Gwen would never be excited about that, but she was looking forward to checking off another box on the list of ‘classic crime tropes’ she kept in her journal. Burning buildings were a staple in superhero comics, and after nearly nine months on the job, it was about time for her to experience it firsthand.

She zipped in and, after a quick chat with the outside firefighters, began extracting civies from the upper floors while they covered the lower floors. Thankfully, the fire wasn’t terrible. They caught it pretty early and since the apartment building was three blocks away from a fire station, there were firefighters on the scene within ten minutes.

Since the fire started on the first floor, the worst of it was easily at the bottom floors, which the firefighters elected to cover since Gwen had more verticality and speed, but there was still smoke. A lot of it.

Now, Gwen knew a lot about fire safety thanks to her elementary school’s yearly presentations on the subject, but by the ten-minute mark, she was beginning to see that she had vastly underestimated the effects of smoke inhalation.

She didn’t have the respirators that they wore, her only protection against the smoke was the cloth of her mask. And at first, that was enough, but it was starting to get to her now. Luckily, she only had one more person to grab—someone on the top floor, frantically waving out one of the windows.

Hastily, Gwen crawled up toward the window you were leaning out of. The smoke was much thinner up here since the fire was only just spreading a few floors down, and she was very grateful for that. She crept to the side of the window, offering a grin you couldn’t see and a wave.

“Hey!” she greeted, securing an arm around your waist. “Hold on tight. This will be quick, just, uh, close your eyes if you’re afraid of heights.”

Once your arms were looped behind her neck, she webbed a nearby building and swung toward a nearby alley.

She deposited you down first, making sure you were steady on your feet before releasing the web and stumbling toward the nearest wall. A series of hacking coughs forced themselves from her throat, making her lean most of her weight against the wall.

“You okay, Spider-Woman?” The question came from her left and she looked over to see you resting against the same wall as her, staring with a mixture of confusion and concern. Gwen flashed a shaky thumbs-up in an attempt to both placate you and preserve her image.

“Perfectly fine. This is actually my first burning building rescue, so this—” She cut herself off with a particularly painful wheeze then finished with, “This is actually a pretty big moment for me.”

“Uh-huh, well maybe you should sit down for a minute,” you suggested, but her mind was already on her next destination, wherever that may be.

She shook her head at the idea, fighting the nausea that came with the motion. “No, no, I’m good. Feeling great. I’ll, uh, I’ll see you around.”

There was an attempt to raise her arm and shoot a web, but it failed rather miserably. She didn’t think the limb even moved, but the sudden, heavy wave of drowsiness that washed over her made that really hard to care about. A sigh slipped from her mouth, eyes drooping.

“Okay, yeah, maybe I’ll just take a little nap first.” The admission came out mumbled, but Gwen didn’t really notice. Nor did she feel herself pitch forward and slip off the wall entirely as her eyes were already slipping closed.

The world went dark before she could even hit the ground.

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When Gwen woke again, the first of two major things she noticed was that she wasn’t in the alley she collapsed in.

In fact, she wasn’t outside at all. Her eyes cracked open and instead of staring into the cloudy afternoon sky, she was looking intently at a ceiling. And instead of laying on hard asphalt, she was resting on something soft—a couch, maybe.

She was in someone’s house, she belatedly realized, and that was when the second thing registered all at once.

Her mask was still on.

And it wasn’t just on, it was still tucked snugly into the neckline of her suit, the way she always kept it to ensure it never rode up. That meant that either someone went to great lengths to put it back in the exact position she liked it, or it was never taken off in the first place. When she saw you sitting in the chaise lounge across from the couch, her suspicions leaned toward the latter.

You hadn’t noticed her wake, eyes glued on the tv to her right, so she took the initiative to speak. It was harder than she expected since her throat was so dry, but after a few swallows, she managed to rasp her question out.

“Uh, where am I, exactly?”

Your eyes flicked to her instantly, and you sat up straighter, leaning forward a bit. “My house. Well, my mom’s house actually. She’s at work, won’t be back for a while. Good thing, too, because she would lose her shit if she saw you passed out on her couch.”

“Not a big fan of vigilantes?” she asked dryly. You chuckled.

“No, she’s not a big fan of her furniture getting dirty.”

“Oh,” Gwen muttered, pushing herself up to sit, “sorry, I can—”

Her sentence was cut short by you standing and gently shoving her to lie back down. “It’s fine, I’ll clean it later. Stay there.”

You watched her and, once you knew she would obey, walked out of her sightline. Gwen listened to your footsteps, noting the way you stopped around fifteen feet away. Then, she tilted her head back to glance at the windows and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the light shining through the thin, drawn curtains. She couldn’t have been out for more than an hour.

Now that her initial question had been answered, she moved on to her secondary. “Did you drag me all the way here by yourself?”

“Well, I was visiting a friend’s apartment earlier, so we were only a few blocks away,” you called from somewhere on the other side of the couch, the faint sound of a refrigerator being opened and closed compounding the statement. “But yes, I did drag you here myself. You’re heavier than you look, by the way.”

Gwen’s eyes narrowed beneath her mask, but she chose to take it as a compliment to her forming musculature.

You returned a few minutes later with a glass of water and a pitcher filled nearly to the brim, setting them both down on the coffee table in front of her. Immediately, she pushed herself to sit up, hiking her mask over her nose and downing the entire glass in a few gulps. In her peripheral, she saw you sit back down and look at the tv again, letting the room lapse into quiet.

Gwen let the silence sit for a bit, then asked, “So, why didn’t you take off my mask? Most people would jump at the chance to figure out my identity.”

“I’m not into invading other people’s privacy,” you said plainly with a light shrug. “Plus, you saved my life. Taking the mask off after that would’ve been a dick move.”

She stayed quiet for a minute, absorbing what you said, then, with genuine sincerity, said, “Thank you.”

You waved it off. “Consider us even. I wouldn’t have made it out without your help, this was the least I could do.”

A nod was the only response she gave. She knew she should probably leave now; she was in a stranger’s house, after all. But you didn’t seem to mind, so she poured herself another glass and settled back on the couch.

Despite the unorthodox situation, the atmosphere remained calm and quiet with occasional thought-provoking questions from you such as “What’s it like being wanted for murder?” and “Why do you wear ballet shoes instead of shoes that will protect your feet in fights?” neither of which she had solid answers for but had fun with anyway.

It was nice. Weird, undoubtedly, but a nice change of pace from the more turbulent and fast-paced interactions she was used to having with people as Spider-Woman. You seemed to be enjoying it too, if the fact that you didn’t kick her out an hour ago was anything to go by.

Time continued to pass, the darkening sky outside the window escaping both of your notice. Her phone buzzed in her pocket a few times while you were talking, but she elected to ignore it. That is until the tranquil air was eventually broken by her phone ringing, the Spider-Woman theme song echoing throughout the room.

“Sorry,” Gwen mumbled, pulling her phone out of her suit pocket. She scanned the screen and her eyes widened. It was her dad. She squinted slightly, confused as to why he was calling already, but then she looked at the time, and her eyes widened. Her dad had been expecting her home over an hour ago.

Panicked, she shot to her feet, narrowly avoiding slamming her shin into the coffee table by the couch. She took one step, then another, testing. Her limbs still felt a bit heavier than usual, but it wasn’t as bad as earlier, and she’d be able to swing home with minimal issues.

“Gotta go?” you asked, eyeing her from your seat.

She sighed, nodded. “Yeah, sorry, just remembered I have somewhere to be.”

You gave an understanding hum and she ventured to the door. Her hands were about to twist the doorknob when an idea suddenly popped into her head. It was a stupid idea, which made it all the more pervasive to her waning self-control. She debated back and forth with herself for all of seven seconds before she spun on her heels.

Gwen cleared her throat and put on a casual tone, praying her voice didn’t crack. “Hey, do you wanna get coffee,” she paused briefly, combing over her schedule in her head, “this Saturday? Y’know, as thanks for all this.”

“I thought we established that we were even,” you said, eyes narrowed.

“Well, I’m unestablishing it. So, coffee?” She rocked back on her heels, watching you ruminate on the offer.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, you shrugged. “Who could say no to coffee with a wanted vigilante?”

Remembering that her mask was still pulled up halfway, she restrained the large smile threatening to creep onto her face to a small smirk. “Great, I’ll see you then…" Her sentence came to an abrupt end when she searched for a name and realized you had never given her one. “Uh, I didn’t catch your name?”

You raised a brow. “Are you gonna give me yours?”

She paused, then cocked her head to the side. “Fair enough. Then I’ll see you Saturday, stranger.”

“See you, spidey,” you said with a smile and a two-finger salute, both of which Gwen returned before pulling her mask down and jetting out the door.

She swung across the city with a speed that impressed even her, weaving through buildings and traffic with a racing heart and an immovable smile the whole way to her apartment.

In the end, Gwen wound up being grounded for a month since she was a little too distracted on her swing home to come up with a plausible excuse for her dad, but it wasn’t a problem. She would just sneak out Saturday during her dad’s shift for your coffee (maybe) date, and if she got caught and her punishment got extended, then so be it.

It would totally be worth it.

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hi, if you made it this far, thanks for reading and i hope you have a good day 🥳🫶

#i also have a penchant for oddly vague summaries...dunno what that's about tbh #gwen stacy #gwen stacy x reader #ghost spider #spider gwen #across the spiderverse #into the spiderverse #itsv #atsv #spiderman #marvel

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imagines--galore · 8 months ago

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I was wondering if we could get a fake relationship trope from the trope list with clark (superman) and reader. Like maybe they pretend to be dating for a wedding or sth🫣

Summary: Perhaps choosing someone as handsome as Clark had not been the best of idea when it came to picking someone to fake date. Especially not when you had your own feelings bubbling under the surface. Pairing: Superman aka Clark Kent x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. None. A/N: You lot love your fake dating tropes don't you? Not that I'm complaining. I love 'em too :3 Especially when I get to see Henry Cavil wear a tux. -swoon-

Clark raised an eyebrow at you.

You were slumped over the table in the booth. "Y/n?" He said, reaching out to tentatively shake your shoulder. Your head snapped up, and if it weren't for his quick reflexes, Clark knew he would have been on the floor in surprise of your sudden action.

"I'm doomed." You stated in a serious albeit whining tone that had your team mate and friend smiling at you and gently patting your shoulder as he moved to sit across from you. It was ridiculous how the booth appeared to be so small for his wide muscular frame.

But maybe now was not the time to be focusing on your friend/crush's physique.

"And why do you think you're doomed?" He asked, putting his chin on the palm of his head as he rested an elbow on the table. You placed your chin on top of your folded arms on the table, looking up at him as you pouted.

"I agreed to attend this wedding. And when I RSVP'd I said that I would be bringing a plus one and now I don't have a plus one." You grumbled, burying your face in your arms once more. Clark frowned in confusion. "Who were you going to bring? Are you dating someone I don't know about?" If you had looked up, you would've caught the flash of jealousy in his blue eyes. But you still had your face buried. Though you did peak up at him after awhile.

"The invitation was months ago. And I said I would bring a plus one because I thought I would at least meet someone till then." You sat up straight. "But between work and our extracurricular activities I haven't actually had the time to meet anyone. And now the wedding is this weekend and I don't have anybody to go with. And usually it wouldn't be such a big deal, but I just wanted everyone to know that I had my life all together and in my hometown that includes having a good partner and I am far from finding one so yeah, I'm doomed."

Silence followed your words as you buried your face in your hands as a sign of despair once more. Clark could only look at you with sympathy, trying to come up with a solution that would work out in your benefit.

While he was one of the founding members of the Justice League, you had followed soon after. Given your power to sense life forces around you and the fact that you could borrow their special abilities or powers for a limited time, you were a great asset to the team. You had helped them out on more then one occasion and had been one of the first to be offered a place on the team.

You had become friends with all of them, but there had been a particular sense of bond between you and Superman, whom you later learned to be Clark Kent.

Probably because of your similar upbringing. You were from a small hometown having grown up on a ranch, while he had grown up on a farm. The oddballs of the town. That was where your similarities ended, but the friendship you had formed extended beyond your superhero personas and the two of you began to hang out as civilians as well.

It was the norm for the both of you to share your troubles with one another, and you had no idea when you had begun to harbor a crush on him. Though you never acted on it.

Little did you know, Clark was beginning to feel certain romantic feelings towards you as well.

Perhaps those feelings were what compelled him to say what he did next.

"I could go with you."

Your head tilted upwards, eyes wide with surprise. "What?"

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"This is really risky." He muttered to himself as he pushed his glasses up his nose. A sure sign of nervousness. You nudged his side. "Hey, you were the one who suggested it. Don't go backing out on me now." You joked, though there was uncertainty in your gaze as well, as if you were afraid he would suddenly change his mind and take off.

Quiet literally.

The both of you had arrived at the lodge where the wedding was being held. Since it was an early wedding, you had to arrive a day before. But you had made a slight miscalculation.

And that was not factoring in a mass prison break out.

You had spent hours alongside the rest of your team, rounding up all the escaped convicts. It got so late that you missed your train, which also had your bags onboard. Which was when Clark had offered that both of you fly to the location. You had been hesitant at first but had quickly given in. Honestly you were too tired to argue.

But not too tired to borrow a little bit of Clark's abilities. And before you knew it, the both of you were flying through the air.

In hindsight it had been a fun experience.

You two had raced through the air, hiding in the clouds and popping out to scare the other. Not to mention just how gorgeous everything looked from so high above. You had floated in midair, mesmerized by the sight of the setting sun. Completely missing the way Clark was looking at you.

Mesmerized by you.

You slowly began to loose your ability to fly as your biological timer ran out when it came to your borrowed powers, so Clark carried you back the rest of the way. You kept your gaze fixed straight ahead during that part of the journey. Being in his arms, flying through the air was romantic enough without accidentally meeting his gorgeous blue eyes.

Collecting your suitcases from the train station, you were now walking to your room. You would be attending from the bride's side, her being an old friend during your school days. You also knew the groom.

It was a very small town.

Since it was late at night almost all the guests had already gone to bed. You quickly unlocked the door and stepped in, turning on the lights as you went. "Well this is nice." You muttered as your eyes roamed over the rather spacious room as you stepped in. Clark walked in behind, easily carrying all the suitcases which he dropped to the side as soon as the door closed behind him.

He had just taken off his glasses and jacket when he heard you speak. "Uh oh."

He turned to find you staring at......the bed?

"What?" He asked, moving to stand next to you at the foot of the king sized bed. "Well we're here as a couple, and being a couple means sharing a bed." Both of you stared at the piece of furniture, before glancing at one another out of the corner of your eyes.

"Well since your massive frame won't be able to fit on the couch, you'll be taking the bed." Knowing that he would argue about your so-called sacrifice, you quickly reached up on your toes to place your hand over his mouth, effectively silencing him.

His eyes widened behind his glasses, and he looked so comical that you gave a small laugh before smiling up at him. "I know you're gonna wanna act like a proper gentleman and all Clark, but you've already met that quota when you offered to be my plus one." God, his breath was warm against her palm. "So just let me do this, to make myself not feel like an ass."

The two of you continued to stand there, with your hand still over his mouth. You fixed him with a look. "I'm not gonna move until you say agree." Clark raised an eyebrow, silently asking if you were really going to go through with that. You grinned. "Try me."

He rolled his eyes, though you could feel his amusement at the situation, given how you could literally feel his lips pulling into a smile beneath your hand. Reaching up he grasped your hand, his touch so gentle that you wandered how the very same hands could punch a man out in seconds.

You were broken out of your reverie when he leaned forward slightly. Still grasping your hand, he brushed his lips briefly and softly against your skin. "As the lady wishes."

Your reaction to that one simple gesture was instantaneous. The blush that formed across your cheeks was as red as the cape he usually wore and your eyes widened to an almost comical level.

It was exactly what Clark had been hoping for. The smug bastard smirked confidently, before allowing you to pull your hand from his grasp, and walking past you into the room.

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He had no idea what had come over him. You'd been standing there, looking adorable as you teased him with your hand covering his mouth, and he found that he had to tease you back. Had to see the reaction it would get out of you. And you hadn't disappointed.

The memory of the blush was still playing in his mind as he finished brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed. He couldn't help but smile to himself, feeling a smug sort of satisfaction that he had gotten such a reaction out of you.

Stepping out of the bathroom he closed the door behind him, removing his glasses as he went. The room was already shrouded in darkness, with just the light of the moon filtering through the curtains. And you?

You were already asleep on the couch.

It was just big enough for you, and it was soft so it was comfortable, but there was barely any room for you to move around. Clark just hoped you didn't fall to the floor during the night. The day had tired you out, chasing criminals for hours, using your powers, and flying through the air really took it out of you and you were dead to the world.

As he passed by you to get to bed, Clark couldn't help but glance in your direction, smiling at the peaceful look on your face. Your breathing was deep, so you were definitely fast asleep.

Not really wanting to sleep just yet, he pulled out a book he had brought and turned on the side lamp to read. It was about a half hour later that a slight movement from you had him looking up from his book. You were changing your side, still fast asleep. And his suspicions from earlier proved true. There wasn't enough space on the couch and if you shifted a little more you would fall.

And that's exactly what happened.

A little slide to the side and you were falling off.

Good thing Clark was quick enough to catch you before you fell any further.

You slid down blanket and all, straight into his arms. The funny thing? You didn't even wake up. Or rather you just stirred and went back to sleep, mumbling something under your breath as you all but snuggled into his warm, strong chest. For a moment all Clark could do was blink down at you. He had certainly not expected you to not even wake up after taking a tumble. But then maybe you really were tired.

His lips pulled into a gentle smile as he straightened up, cradling you easily in his arms. Walking over to the bed, he gently tucked you in, watching with an almost tender expression as you snuggled into the pillow, burrowing deeper into the blanket he wrapped around you.

Deciding that maybe it was time to turn in, he flicked off the side lamp and got into bed beside you. He did his best to keep as much distance between the both of you as he could, but during the night, when the soft breeze coming through the open window prompted you to press yourself against the warmth beside you, he didn't mind.

Besides he had his back to you, and you were only slightly pressed up against him.

Nothing intimate about that.

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The wedding had been a disaster.

Well a disaster for the people involved.

For you and Clark it had been like watching one of those telenovela's Flash secretly liked to watch sometimes. The Speedster thought it was a secret but really everyone knew.

He wasn't exactly subtle about it when he would watch the latest episode on the screen at the Watch Tower.

But back to the matter at hand.

"Any more secrets revealed?'" Clark asked as he came to sit down beside you, having managed to attain a rather large piece of the wedding cake. Grabbing a fork, you dug into the sweet chocolate dessert. "Well the Bride just found out her father paid for the entire wedding when the Groom's parents promised they would pay half."

Clark took a bite of his own, both of your gazes trained towards the small group of people gathered in the center of the dance floor. "Should they have to pay, now that the Groom ran off?"

You scowled at him. "Of course they should! The bride didn't know he would run off like that, if she had, she wouldn't have had the wedding in the first place. Ergo, the Groom's parents should pay their half." Shoveling another bite into your mouth, you moaned in delight.

"Least the Bride has good taste. This cake is amazing." You hummed, taking a sip of your champagne to wash the cake down. Clark nudged your shoulder. "Leave some for the rest of us will you." He said taking a bite. You simply pushed the plate in his direction, your eyes never leaving the spectacle on the dance floor.

You sighed. "At least the Bride let us attend the Reception. It would be a shame for all the food to go to waste." Straightening the skirt of your dress, you continued. "And I didn't get dressed up for nothing."

Clark glanced at you out of the corner of his eyes. Their line of work never really gave one the opportunity to dress up. And he was so used to seeing you in either your superhero costume or plain civilian clothes, that it had taken his brain a moment when he had seen you step out of the bathroom in the dress you currently wore.

You had always been beautiful in his eyes, however seeing you all dressed up just added to that beauty.

Funnily enough, your thoughts process, at seeing him standing there in his tux, had been along the same category. Really it was sometimes unfair how gorgeous he was.

But back to the matter at hand.

"So what have we discovered so far?" Clark asked, wanting a brief recap of all that had occurred in the span of an hour or so since the wedding had started.

You cleared your throat. "Well before the wedding even started, the Bride's father was missing."

Clark nodded. "Only to be discovered in a closet with one of the bridesmaids." Both your gazes snapped to the bridesmaid in question. She was standing next to the father of the Bride, obviously trying to give her two cents but being completely ignored.

Another bite of the cake went into your mouth. "And then the jealous Bride spilled wine all over her sister's dress, for some petty reason." This time you turned to look in the direction of the sister who was wearing her husband's jacket over her dress to hide the hideous stain all down her side.

"Seems the bride isn't exactly a nice person either." Clark said, to which you shrugged. "She was nice enough when we were in school, I don't know what happened." He reached out to squeeze your hand in comfort.

You smiled at him before continuing, though you did notice how his hand didn't leave yours. "The Groom's mother made a big deal about the flowers, saying they weren't the ones she wanted. Apparently there was a huge screaming match before the ceremony began."

Reaching up, you teasingly flicked his ears. "Having super hearing serves its purpose doesn't it?" You teased. "Good thing you put your adorable ears to good use."

He gave you a strange look. "Adorable ears? That's a strange compliment."

You gave him a deadpanned look. "You're an alien from another planet, and I can suck powers from another person, but me complimenting your ears is strange." Your tone and the look you gave him had him laughing out loud. "I did not mean to offend you." He said, squeezing your hand, that he still hadn't let go of, gently.

"No offense taken. Now, on to the next point." Turning your attention back to the Bride, who was now shouting at the runaway Groom's parents, you continued. "The Groom decided at the alter that he didn't want to marry the Bride. Right as the Maid of Honor stepped forward and claimed she was pregnant, with his baby."

Clark winced. "Yeah, overall not a good day for the Bride."

Beside him, you grinned. "Oh I wouldn't say that." You said in a sing-song voice, as Clark finished off the rest of the cake and pushed the plate towards you to have the leftover icing. You quickly swiped your finger across the plate.

"Why? What makes you say that?" He asked, sounding a little too eager. You giggled. "Who knew the all-powerful Superman was so nosy." He playfully poked your side, prompting you to squirm away from him a little. "I'm a reporter, my nosiness comes with the job." He stated to which you rolled your eyes. "Uh huh, sure Boy Scout."

It was his turn to roll his eyes at the nickname before he looked at you in question, knowing you would answer him. "Well, I was in the Powder Room, and I heard one of the bridesmaids in there. She didn't know I was there too, and was speaking on the phone with someone else. She said that on the Bride's bachelorette party, the Brife ran into an ex-boyfriend of hers. Her friends actually lost her for a good hour or so, but then she came back by herself. But she confided that she'd gone and slept with her ex."

Clark's lips parted in surprise. "All we need is someone either coming back from the dead, or someone waking up from a coma with amnesia, and we can actually sell this as a soap opera."

You shrugged. "We could make lots of money. Might even me as rich as Bruce."

He rolled his eyes. "I doubt that." His eyes dropped to where you'd licked clean the last of the chocolate frosting. Some of it had actually gotten on your chin.

"You know, we're a part of this soap opera as well." You stated, to which he frowned. "How do you figure that?" He asked, to which you shrugged. "Well, we're not dating but we came here as a couple didn't we? If this were a soap opera there would be that typical sizzling unresolved tension between us, after sharing the same bed, and we would sleep, I mean, kiss by the end of the night."

Shit, you hoped he hadn't caught on to what you had been about to say.

"Or," You glanced up at him, a little confused at the playful smile pulling at his lips. "We could have that tension filled moment when I wipe something from your face. That's typical of soap opera's isn't it?"

You blinked. "Wipe what?"

The question was barely out of your mouth when he leaned his head down to your level, his hand lifting to press the pad of his thumb just under your lower lip. He felt your breath hitch as he gently wiped away the chocolate frosting that was still there. Trying your best to not let him see how much that gesture had effected you, you instead cleared your throat. "Nice move, Kent. You execute it with every fake date you take to weddings?" You joked, raising an eyebrow at him.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "No." With his blue eyes unwavering as he held your gaze, he lick his thumb clean. "Just you."

He definitely did not miss the way your entire body shuddered at his significant insignificant act. How your pupils dilated, and you sat up a little straighter. "Just me huh?" You said, your voice low as you fixed him with a sultry gaze, the hand not being held by him resting on his chest. He had taken off his black jacket some time ago. The heat of your palm bled through the thin material of his shirt, and if you allowed your nails to dig a little into his skin, he made no move to acknowledge it. Despite his invulnerability, he did feel it a little.

And he would be lying if he said it didn't effect him.

Deciding that maybe playing the soap opera card would be a little fun, you slowly stood up. "I feel like taking a walk." Adjacent to the building where the reception was being held was a gorgeous vineyard and garden. You couldn't help but smile at his confused expression. So you leaned down, hand on his shoulder, thumb just grazing the side of his neck as you whispered.

"If this were a soap opera, you would definitely follow me."

You straightened and with a wink walked off, the skirts of your dress gently swaying with every step you took.

And if you put a little extra swing in your hips as you walked away, well that was just to make sure he followed.

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It took a total of ten seconds of you walking out of sight of the wedding party before he found you.

Or rather, he flew over you and you held your arm up so he could grab your hand as he flew by. It was dark so no one had seen him. He pulled you up, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you close as he flew in the direction of the lodge where you would be staying.

"Well flying is definitely not a norm for a soap opera." You said, shaking the free strands of your hair away from your face. He chuckled. "How about you see this as being carried in the arms of the love interest cliché?" He suggested, to which you raised an eyebrow.

"Oh so, now we're the love interest are we?" You teased, trying hard not to show just how happy you felt when he said the L word. Clark shrugged. "If you'd prefer handsome stranger you met at the wedding, I can play that part too." He suggested as he gently landed on the balcony of their room.

He set you down gently, but you didn't move away from his embrace. "I think I prefer love interest." You admitted, tilting your head back so you could look at him.

Clark laughed softly, leaning down so he could nuzzle his nose against your own. "Anything you want." He whispered, his breath warm against your heated skin.

You sighed contentedly. "Anything I want." You whispered softly, eyes opening halfway to meet his half-lidded gaze. He hummed, the sound deep and masculine. It was a good thing he was holding you, otherwise you were sure your knees would give way under you.

Your tongue darted out, running over your lips. And you did not miss the hunger in his eyes as he watched you tease him. Half his face was still pressed up against yours, his nose slowly brushing along your soft skin, warm breath leaving it's trail as he did. Already you could feel your body respond to his gesture.

"Y/n." He groaned, his voice pleading as his path finally led him to your lips, where he hovered over them with a restraint that was slowly breaking. Your resolve broke and you finally whispered.

"Kiss me, Boy Scout."

#clark kent x y/n #clark kent x reader #clark kent x oc #superman x y/n #superman x reader #superman imagine #superman x oc #dc imagine #justice league

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i-love-invincible · 1 year ago

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Let's Talk About Atom Eve

Invincible Spoilers and Gore CW Abound! Please watch this incredible series... So who is ATOM EVE?

I would love to talk about this, but first we have to talk about character design in Invincible. The costumes, personalities, and heroes of Invincible are all self-referential. Take the Guardians of the Globe for instance, the first heroes we see on-screen.

We see these people, and IMMEDIATELY we get what they're about... even if these characters are new to us, we KNOW who they are. Flash, Wonder Woman, Aquaman, Martian Manhunter, Batman, Green Lantern, all obvious parodies and fun little characters.

I'm sure your eyes will start glazing over once I go "blah blah subverting tropes blah blah absolute genius." but one thing that Invincible does very well is destroying the audience's connections with established superhero tropes (See the one million white boy video essayists talking about why Evil Superman is awesome.) The reason why the slaughter of the Guardians of the Globe in that fucking THREE MINUTE LONG SCENE is so surprising is because THEY ARE THE FUCKING JUSTICE LEAGUE (while the fight scene also conveniently tosses some casual shade to DC Comics.) Not only is it stunning since we have some frame of reference for how powerful they are, but also stunning because we have ALREADY become attached to these characters.

What follows are a couple real quotes from people I've shown the first episode to: "Oh Batman + Silver Surfer that's awesome!" "OH DUDE! FISH AQUAMAN" "Wonder Woman but she's a lesbian.. as she should be..." .. and all these people, the ones with the most superhero experience, were the ones all most taken aback by the ending.

So let's look at Eve.

At first glance, we get the same impression as a lot of the heroes we meet in Invincible: knockoff. In the same way Omniman and the entirety of the Guardians of the Globe are made to resemble the Superman and the Justice League so to does Atom Eve's costume and powers SCREAM token. She is the first female hero we meet that is Mark's age and perhaps more importantly (and more evident to a first-time viewer) she has some very clear themes of femininity. Such as her costume, which Doc Seismic callously points out in Episode 3 (neglecting the fact she designed her own costume)...

... as well as her name. "Atom Eve" is a combination of her ability to influence atoms and her middle name, but it is also a reference to Adam and Eve (see the bible.) She even has a female symbol with two revolving electrons around it emblazoned right on her damn shirt. So just like the Guardians of the Globe, her design is meant to carry a lot of weight and immediacy to the viewer, you see them and you understand who they are and what they stand for (or at least you think you do.)

So we've seen the way that the Guardians subvert our expectations so how does Eve diverge from the audience's first-impressions? Well for the first couple episodes she doesn't. You might even suspect her of being some one-dimensional, neglected and under-characterized female character (and to be honest if you were reading the comics you wouldn't be too far off...) until you start to see her dissatisfied with being a superhero. Her boyfriend cheats on her, the Teen Team breaks up, her parents consistently disrespect and talk down to her, she's misunderstood by the naive and silly Mark Grayson, and she struggles to find connection with anyone outside of when she's "beating up bad guys." She even goes as far as to reject a position in the Guardians of the Globe just to avoid her ex-boyfriend, despite her killer tryout.

She's frustrated by the frame that's been left for her, and realizes her powers enable her to do much more than beat up random villains. Her powers BY THE WAY, which up until now anyone could have mistaken for "shooting pink stuff," is actually atomic manipulation. She can just fucking rearrange matter to make anything she wants. So instead of being a superhero she fucks off to do things that ACTUALLY help people. Like idk she could be irrigating rivers and feeding the starving or like manufacturing free medicine or something. Atom Eve is a hero who is chronically misunderstood by literally everyone around her, even in the final episode Mark is under the impression Eve just stopped being a superhero to get away from her ex, parents, and school. However with the earth-shattering familial trauma that Mark goes through in the Season 1 finale, maybe they will have more in-common than either of them think.

and NOW there's a surprise ATOM EVE SPECIAL EPISODE! it shows off her origin story which goes even more in-depth into her trauma, and her loss of the only people who even WOULD be capable of understanding her. It also has my FAVORITE FIGHT SCENE OF ALL TIME!!! It was absolutely incredible

ps: omg why tf did they make her far-shot model have an x over the female symbol instead of the detailed electrons (crying emoji) cool i didnt proofread this okay i might do more of these okay bye, i love this show okay

#invincible #invincible show #atom eve #invincible spoilers #cw: gore

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Actually I was thinking they'd be in a whole variety of other superhero-related roles. Like I could totally imagine a Naegami situation where Byakuya is something akin to a composite of Bruce Wayne/Tony Stark/Lex Luthor in this verse, and holding Makoto tight as they rocket across the city.

So, less a Spiderverse (as I was imagining) than a normal comics universe. That's a cool idea!

I love the idea of Byakuya starting out in supervillain territory, or close to it, and then becoming a hero or anti-hero over the course of knowing Makoto. Makoto maybe isn't a superhero; he's just a normal guy who happened to be volunteering at an event where Byakuya was fake-volunteering for PR or to get access to something for villainous purposes.

Makoto kept getting in his way, refusing to be dismissed or ignored, and just generally standing up to him way more than one would expect a regular guy to stand up to a billionaire CEO. He doesn't let Byakuya's uncaring attitude towards the work they're doing sabotage the project, but then he's also there to help if Byakuya injures himself or overheats.

Maybe the trope of "evil CEO gets ousted from his company" happens, Byakuya is under attack by other supervillains and takes refuge at Makoto's house. Then once he gets his company back (bloodily, no doubt), he becomes the city's most powerful non-villain, non-hero type. (And also Makoto's boyfriend.) The guy who knows what all the criminals are up to, doesn't help them, but doesn't stop them unless he has a reason. Maybe he gets a genuine hero arc later, but I kind of want to play in the space of him being mostly neutral for a bit, lol.

It would be fun to give Byakuya and Kyoko a Batman and Catwoman relationship.

And Spider-Man Nagito is constantly sneaking into Byakuya's buildings and stuff, for hero reasons. It annoys Byakuya enough that he has specific staff in charge of keeping Spider-people out. So Nagito's civilian identity makes friends with Makoto to try and get access.

A lot of Makoto's friends are superheroes. And a lot of them mean to keep it secret, but he finds out anyway.

Aoi is a Quicksilver/The Flash type hero for sure.

Chihiro could maybe be a Hulk type?? I'm just picturing them curling in on themself, in an oversized sweater, saying "Please don't stress me out."

Mondo and Taka are in a relationship, Mondo's a villain (or anti-villain) and Taka's a hero and they don't know they've been fighting each other for months.

#danganronpa #komazumi heroes au #naegami #byakuya togami #makoto naegi #nagito komaeda #aoi asahina #chihiro fujisaki #mondo owada #kiyotaka ishimaru

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duckprintspress · 2 months ago

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October 2024 Created Works Round-Up!

Duck Prints Press’s monthly “created works round-ups” are our opportunity to spotlight some of the amazing work that people working with us have done that ISN’T linked to their work with Duck Prints Press. We include fanworks, outside publications, and anything else that creators feel like sharing with y’all. Inclusion is voluntary and includes anything that they decided “hey, I want to put this on the created work’s round-up!”

Check out what they’ve shared with us this month…

Estudo sobre Magia e Cristais - Ace Week Art by May Barros / @mayarab

art || original work || poly (multiple genders) || general audiences || no major warnings apply || complete

summary: Piece depicting the three main characters of the short story Estudos sobre Magia e Cristais by May Barros: Marcela is a white latina necromancer, Solis is a pale fairy with pink hair and wings and Talita is a black princess. The three are taking a stroll in a forest.

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Came Back Wrong by May Barros / @mayarab

fiction || original work || no ships || teen & up || graphic depictions of violence || 762 || ongoing series

summary: A flash fiction where Vanessa is revived by a supernatural force, but she is no longer the woman she used to be

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A Long Winter Podfic (remastered) by Shannon / shannonxl / @shamwowxl

audio || captain america || m/m, f/m || steve rogers / bucky barnes and steve rogers / peggy carter || mature || creator choses not to use warnings || 04:00:00 || complete

summary: Podfic of A Long Winter by dropdeaddream, WhatAreFears.

In 1945, Steve Rogers jumps from a nosediving plane and swims through miles of Arctic Ocean to a frozen shore.

In 1947, Steve Rogers marries Peggy Carter.

In 1966, the New York Times finds the lost letters of Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes.

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It has been 0 days since River’s last cock-up by ShannonXL

fiction || slow horses || f/m || river cartwright/louisa guy || explicit || no major warnings apply || 5,841 || complete

summary: River gets dosed with an aphrodisiac on an assignment. Because of course that’s the kind of thing he would do.

other tags: Sex pollen

held within the sharp and curving by corduroyserpent / @corduroyserpent

fiction || the scum villain's self-saving system || m/m || gongyi xiao/zhuzhi-lang || mature || no major warnings apply || 5,077 || complete

summary: The former snake-man of Bai Lu Forest watched Gongyi Xiao writhe and shudder and cry, and eventually go still.

It was a pitiful end, but it was not *the* end. Because, many years later, the former snake-man of Bai Lu Forest also watched Gongyi Xiao wake up.

other tags: Post-Canon, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Chronic Pain, Hurt/Comfort, Intimacy

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unwarranted tenderness by corduroyserpent / @corduroyserpent

fiction || heaven official's blessing || m/m || jun wu/mei nianqing || teen & up || no major warnings apply || 606 || complete

summary: Jun Wu wakes up after his post-defeat nap. He is not alone.

other tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Main Story Spoilers

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Secret Lives, Chapter 9 by EliotQueliot / @eliotqueliot

fiction || the magicians (lev grossman, syfy) || m/m || quentin coldwater/eliot waugh || mature || creator choses not to use warnings || 9,870 || work in progress

summary: Secret Lives started as a Duck Prints Press May Trope Mayhem piece...an AU in which Eliot and Quentin are supervillains/superheroes (you decide...and at some point, they're going to have to). Eliot works primarily with ghosts in this fic, and I wanted to post some Queliot to enjoy for the Halloween season, so a haunting seemed quite appropriate…

other tags: Superheroes; Supervillains; Implied/Referenced Child Abuse; Past Child Abuse; Canonical Child Abuse; Bullying; Heroes; Brakebills (The Magicians); Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; Ghosts; Homophobia; Murder; Canon-Typical Violence; True Love; Haunted Houses

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you want it darker? || dark king eliot, Chapter 5: Eliot by EliotQueliot / @eliotqueliot

fiction || the magicians (lev grossman, syfy) || m/m || quentin coldwater/eliot waugh || explicit || creator choses not to use warnings || 19,652 || work in progress

summary: With Josh's help, Eliot gets to work collecting ingredients to bring Q back, including a visit to the Kitchen Witch.

An ambush by the Takers leads to an unsavory encounter with the Dark King.

(Warnings for Dark King Rupert Chatwin’s unwanted behavior toward Eliot in this chapter.)

other tags: Grief/Mourning; Canonical Character Death; Canon-Typical Violence; Soulmates; Underworld; Resurrection; Dark Fantasy; Margo Hanson is a Good Friend; Julia Wicker is a Good Friend; Quentin Coldwater Lives; Depression; References to Depression; Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; Fillory (The Magicians); Goddess Julia Wicker; Fix-It; Suicidal Thoughts; Afterlife; Ghosts; Souls; True Love; Angst with a Happy Ending

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Mosaic Haiku Ch. 14 poems, Ch. 4 paintings, Ch. 1-3 drawings by EliotQueliot / @eliotqueliot

poems, watercolor paintings, and drawings || the magicians (lev grossman, syfy) || m/m || quentin coldwater/eliot waugh || general audiences || no major warnings apply || ongoing series

summary: Mosaic Haiku is a project very dear to my heart, pairing haiku with watercolors and drawings celebrating the lifetime of love that proved the key to saving all magic, shared by Eliot and Quentin at the Mosaic in The Magicians 3x05, A Life in the Day. I've added an all-new Ch. 14 (photos with the haiku on Tumblr; art to be added to the haiku on AO3 later); two new watercolor paintings for Ch. 4; and I found/reinstated some version of the drawings for Ch. 1-3 (I hadn't yet started scanning the drawings separately for those, so quality varies). Going forward, the drawings will remain visible instead of simply being replaced by the watercolor versions. So far, the art is fully complete for Ch. 1-3 and in-progress for Ch. 4 & 6. This month I'm especially pleased with the two paintings of Quentin and Eliot in their golden years (see one of the Tumblr links and the Instagram link).

other tags: Haiku; Poetry; Mosaic; Beauty Of All Life; Episode: s03e05 A Life in the Day; Mosaic Timeline (The Magicians: A Life in the Day)

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Daisy and the Devil by Scarlett Gale / @scarlettgauthor

fiction || original work || no ships, platonic or familial || general audiences || no major warnings apply || 9,554 || complete

summary: A playful fairy-tale retelling of The Girl without Hands that gives the girl in question (Daisy) a name, actual agency, female role models, and a happy ending.

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#duck prints press #Creator's Spotlight #Fandom #Heaven Official's Blessing #Marvel Cinematic Universe #May #May Barros #May Trope Mayhem #Original Art #Original Fiction #Podfic #Scarlett Gale #Scum Villain's Self-Saving System #Slow Horses #The Magicians

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dccomicsbracket · 10 months ago

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The Flash (1987)

A perfect run, plain and simple. It established so much of the Flash lore that we know and love, and it introduced some of the most iconic Flashfamily members! Most importantly, it cemented Wally West as *my* Flash, and has so many of my favorite Flash stories of all time, like Terminal Velocity! It’s just…perfect. No one writes Wally like Mark Waid.

Blue Beetle (2006)

Just a good introduction to a character with a satisfying conclusion. I love you, Jaime, a guy who's just trying to do his best for his loved ones and his local community. I love you Khaji Da, scrungly lil dude speaking in glyphs. I love you, Brenda, and your complicated relationship with your aunt who adores you, but is also a crime lord. I love you Paco, a genuinely good friend. I love Jaime's family and the way they all adjust to Jaime being a superhero. I love the effort made to portray Jaime as a person with community and connections. i looove jaime sososo much he's such a fun protagonist and the developement of his character + his relationship w khaji da is sooo interesting and well written. i love seeing him bond with his little alien bug parasite !! all of the side characters are also so great like brenda and paco are so fun and la dama is suuuch an interesting character. jaime's family is also so lovely they clearly care abt jaime so much and its nice to see a kid superhero with parents who respect and also deeply care abt their kid. the art is also very fun overall its just a really stellar run Quite honestly one of the best written comic runs I've ever read, DC or otherwise. It flips so many standard comic book tropes on their heads and does it well. The main character is the epitome of just some guy and he is my favorite of all time. AMAZING characters. Fresh perspectives on comics tropes that are so overused it's hard to imagine comics without them. Everyone is worthy of respect and treated with dignity, even the villains. Khaji Da's character arc is amazing. And the adults make me laugh so much. Guy and Peacemaker as mentors who IMMEDIATELY recognize this kid is FAR more emotionally mature then they are, so they're not going to bother with that side of mentoring!

#dc comics #poll #best of dc poll #the flash #wally west #blue beetle #jaime reyes

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where do i find media with jews in it that's not a grasping at hamentaschen flavored straws headcannon (the dragon prince) or a woefully mishandled nazi story (arrowverse) or a jew who's functionally christian and treated as the old white dude character (legends of tomorrow) or an israeli who is viewed as too political to exist in canon (marvel) or given zero effort unlike all the other representation (percy jackson) or a stolen story (corpse bride) or antisemitic tropes starred in by a racefaker (unsleeping city) or a jew who gets rewritten for tv as christian (the flash) or a million other massive antisemitic disappointments?

i am absolutely starving for good jewish rep where do i find it and why is it all so damn terrible 😭😭😭😭

Dear Pusheen,

I know seeing superhero comic book adaptations not have Jews is like discovering the orange store is no longer selling oranges since it's a Jewish medium

Best I can give you is Moon Knight and even that is surface level it make pass Ladyknightthebrave's Oy Vey test of "more than menorahs or Jewish foods" coding by showing two shivas and a shabbos table but... that's it...

None of the X-films pass either

I honestly think coding Jews in fatasy settings is basically the mutant metaphor like at least Magneto is explicitly Jewish in x-media

Legends of Tommorow is so weird because it starts with the Jewish character drugging a black man because they share a superpower and the Jewish guy wants to fight historical crime and the black guy doesn't and it just goes down from there

Listen I don't trust Marvel with Sabra at all given how they treated Wanda so maybe we dodged a bullet here

Rick Riordan is overrated in that like John Byrne he checks off boxes but never asks himself how this will affect the character. A Jew who is also a roman pagan would have a lot of trauma and guilt about the whole thing, there is a reason that Moon Knight (who serves and Ancient Egyptian god) acts like a converso (those forced into christianity during the Spanish Inquistion) . Lavania is way to blaze about this

Corpse Bride is inexcusable even for the man who said non-white people ruin his "pale white skin, sunken eyes" aesthectic. Abitfrank said it best when she said Tim Burton was no better than the gentiles who killed the corpse bride and buried her in the shallow grave.

I do not know what Max Bemis fuckery is happening in unsleeping city

but flash sounds like Wanda having a cross suddenly in her room when she's Jewish-Romani in every other media ever

yours,

Cecil

#antisemitism #media antisemtism #dear cecil

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fandombingo · 9 months ago

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Fandom Bingo Masterlist

Fandom Bingo is a low-pressure multifandom bingo event where you can get a 5x5 card for any fandom you want. We also run mini-bingo events (usually 3x3 cards) where each one is based off of a fandom chosen by the mod.

Fandom Bingo runs year-round and signups never close. Mini-bingos will run when we have time, and signups for each of them tend to stay open for about a month, but there is no time limit for completing your cards, and all AO3 collections will remain open indefinitely.

All bingos are multifandom!

Fandom Bingo:

Event Post

Rules and Signups

Card Queue

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Mini-Bingos:

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greatwyrmgold · 2 years ago

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After Worm ended, Wildbow shared some Parahumans drafts. There are a lot of interesting details that changed, interesting details that stayed the same, and a few things that were just weird. One weird thing that's stuck in my head for nearly a decade is the Rhizome Epidemic.

Out of the snippets provided, the Rhizome Epidemic is only mentioned in the 2004 one, TELUTT (The Events Leading Up to That Thursday). The Epidemic is a bunch of fungus growing somewhere far north enough that it has glaciers. It is noted for sometimes being hostile and producing materials that make great superhero costumes. No seams, bulletproof, cut-resistant, fireproof, "reduces the force of ambient psychic effects," and sometimes transparent.

I could speculate on the origin of the Rhizome Epidemic, whether it's a half-baked Entity "superweapon" or a biotinker creation or some other power effect, but that's impossible to know and not all that interesting. Instead, I'm going to speculate about why Wildbow included it in 2004 and discarded it by 2011.

So, one of the things Wildbow was trying to do with Earth Bet was construct a world where all the standard superhero tropes made sense. Hence (for instance) the 3-4 obscenely powerful precogs, their disparate goals and indirect conflicts pushing the setting towards a superhero norm.

Obviously, Rhizome fabric is intended to help with this. It's the super-suit—nearly invulnerable to damage, good at protecting its wearer from harm, and none of the unpleasant visual clutter caused by real clothesmaking techniques. It even comes with a built-in justification for cleavage windows and the like. It's not a bulletproof suit with a hole cut out right over her heart, it's a bulletproof suit with transparent fabric over her heart!

So why was the Rhizome cut?

Normally, I would argue that the line between "deconstruction" and "reconstruction" isn't fuzzy so much as nonexistent. Both of them take a closer look at a genre's tropes, depicting what the author thinks is a more reasonable version of them. Deconstructions tend to say "This wouldn't work"; reconstructions tend to say "Here's how this could work," but the two are hardly incompatible...especially since genres tend to have multiple tropes to xeconstruct. There are plenty of stories which people could argue as being either de- or reconstructing something; they might outnumber examples which are unambiguously one or the other.

However, the distinction is the most straightforward way to explain the difference between canon Worm and the Rhizome. Worm leans towards deconstructive; it is focused on the ways its setting differs from the Platonic superhero setting more than the reasons why it has superheroes. By contrast, the Rhizome Epidemic is purely reconstructive. From what we saw in the TELUTT draft, it exists to explain why the best/richest capes have costumes that would fit in a Silver Age comic.

Again, reconstructive elements could exist within Worm without ruining its tone; this is obvious, because they exist. (Coil's plans, particularly his early jobs for the Undersiders, are an obvious example.) But the Rhizome Epidemic would still stand out, because it only justifies a trope—and a pretty inconsequential, aesthetic trope at that.

I can imagine a Worm where Rhizome fabrics were incorporated into the narrative weave. Perhaps the flashy four-color costumes are used as a contrast to the grim and gritty reality of the world, with the Epidemic being a disaster that those in power are letting happen because it's convenient for them.

But at the same time, a world where most notable capes have bulletproof costumes, where superheroines regularly flash their cleavage to the world, and where these things exist because of a super-material that only serves to facilitate fanciful costumes and plot armor, is a softer world than Earth Bet needs to be. Worm isn't grimdark (as I'd define the term), but the darkness is needed for the story we saw to come togehter.

#fungi #parahumans #lore #wildbow

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immortalbutterflycos · 1 year ago

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A Comprehensive List of all of the (Queer) books I've read since September 6th (as of September 28th):

Spell Bound by F.T. Lukens

Magic, chaos, a nonbinary protagonist, and a cursed rug that's a bit of a dick. (also I may or may not have bought this one in the first place because the two main characters reminded me of James and Regulus. Even after finishing it, I stand by that assessment lmao)

In Deeper Waters by F.T. Lukens

Pirates and Princes and Magic Oh My! Oh and magic. Did I mention magic? Because there's also magic.

So This is Ever After by F.T. Lukens

"And they were Soulmates!" (Oh my god they were soulmates...) but with the obligatory "I love him but he doesn't love me the same way" trope.

Red, White, and Royal Blue by Casey Mcquistion (I read it twice this month)

I don't think this one needs a description at this point. If you've seen the movie, I recommend the book. Both are fucking amazing, but there are just so many things that the movie couldn't do with the time frame it had to fit into. <3

Boyfriend Material by Alexis Hall

Fake dating so hard it becomes real. You know how it goes. ^.^

Simon vs. The Homo sapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli (I've read this one so many times ngl)

Not sure this needs a description, but this too, is better than the movie. Which I also love so so very much ^.^ <3

Fake Dates and Mooncakes by Sher Lee

Okay, this one made me emotional. I love it so much!

The Extraordinaries by TJ Klune (book 1)

Flash Fire by TJ Klune (book 2)

Heat Wave by TJ Klune (book 3)

SUPERHEROES. FANFICTION. LESBIANS. (the lesbians are side characters but they're always a presence and I love them) AND SO MUCH ADHD THAT IT'S A SUPERPOWER ALL ON ITS OWN. I just finished this series like five minutes ago and I'm so obsessed!!! ToT I love them all so much!!!

(totally has nothing at all to do with the fact that the Dnd campaign I'm a part of is about our modern world but with mutants and magic and heroes and all that jazz~)

I loved every single one of these books so much and I highly recommend them to anyone looking for some really cute lgbtq romances!

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presidentlokis-hornyhelmet · 1 year ago

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I have like MULTIPLE ideas so like, i think i should list them all just for you and you can basically just pick the one you actually feel like writing 🫶

Hobies younger sibling!Reader x Pavitr: Basically you and Hobie were both bitten by the same spider and like you both got recruited to the Spider Society together and like Hobie decides to introduce you to his friend, Pavitr, in which you were completely mesmerized of in which you didnt even realized you started falling for him.

Love triangle: Reader is torn inbetween choosing to love Pavitr or Spider-man, just not entirely knowing that they were the same person.

Recconecting: You and Pavitr were childhood bestfriends, yet inbetween your frienship, you had to move away. You guys were still in touch aswell, and little did Pavitr know, you decided to surprise him by finally moving back to your hometown where you and Pavitr used to live.

Have fun writing what you want, these are just udeas that's been stuck on my head yet i'm too lazy to write smh 😭🙏

Mutually Inclusive

🕷 Masterlist 🕷

A/N: I am sooo sorry for the delay I just couldn't choose ONE!! all of these are so good I wanna do eveythinggggg ASDFGHJKSKSK but since i'm a Sucker for the 2nd trope..

Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x reader Summary: You are torn between choosing to love Pavitr and Spider-man, just not entirely knowing that they are the same person. Tags: Love Triangle-ish, Secret Identity, Flirting, Pet Names, lack of self preservation ⚠️Trigger Warning: Near death experiences ⚠️

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C'mon, he said. It'll be fun, he said.

You huff and roll your eyes standing in the middle of the crowded bazaar. Pavitr Prabhakar, AKA your best friend, had somehow convinced you to go for a vadapav, claiming it was The Best in all of Mumbattan and gotten you stranded in the middle of the biggest and most crowded market of the country. According to him, it was a ""#divine experience"" and ""relief to your taste buds."" The last line being met with a slap to his head.

"Stay right here and don't stray."

You send him away with a playful punch to his shoulder.

That was an hour ago. He'd left you standing at a corner to buy you guys a plate and still hadn't returned. You huff and tap your foot impatiently, licking your ice-cream and wondering what the hell is taking him so long. Buying vadapav can't be that hard.

All of sudden, people around you begin to run and yell and make way for something.

Very belatedly you realize a truck has lost it's way and is now coming right at you in full speed. You freeze on the spot, unable to move, paralyzed by mortal fear.

This is a terrible way to die!

It's like your motor controls failed all of a sudden. You can feel the angry squeals of the tyres and the horn blaring wildly from where you're standing. None of the onlookers dared to move, frozen in shock themselves.

You dare to blink, accepting your ill-fate. Heart thumping loudly in your chest, the beat in your ears, you stand in the middle of street like a deer caught in headlights. 'This is it', you think, frightened, Pavitr being your last thought in that moment.

As quick as a flash, you're being swept off into the air and landed safely in a quite secluded place nearby.

The squeak of tyres against the asphalt still rings in your ears, the loud crash of the truck colliding with a wall still shaking your bones. You peek from behind your human shield and faintly realized no damage has been done, except probably to the wall and the truck.

As if you only then come back into your body, the fact that you looked death in the eye finally catches up to you, releasing the breath you didn't know you were holding.

Your eyes shamelessly trail down your savior. Wow. Oh my god. It's him, it's Spider-man! The superhero you admire a lot (and low key have a crush on)! And he's hugging you! "Oh thank god, you're okay!", he bursts out and then seems to remember himself, recovering quite clumsily with a stiff pat to your shoulder. "Uh, I meant, you're a beautiful stranger that I do not know!"

Good lawd, did Spider-man just call you 'beautiful'?! (Poor Pavitr's never gonna hear the end of it).

"T-thank you, for saving me", you say, mesmerized by him. He runs a hand through his his luscious raven curls waving in the chilly evening breeze (why does that feel familiar?)

"My pleasure, gorgeous. I don't usually play knight in shining armour, but I can make an exception."

Was he..?! OMG.

Spider-man. Just. Flirted. With. You!

His smile is so bright and radiant, contagious, and the wink that followed does nothing to help stop your fluttering heart. A smirk pulls at his lips -and you gotta admit, it is pretty hot- with which he disappears into the rosy evening of the dazzling Mumbattan sky. You sigh dreamily, rubbing your arms together as you walk outside, totally not thinking about the mysterious yet no less magnetic eyes behind the mask.

"Y/n? Where did you leave!?"

"I left you?" You turn around slowly. One look at the vadapav-lover before you and he shuts up.

_______

You are not thinking about him. Not at all. Not in class, not in the shower, not on your bed when you were supposed to be doing homework, not on the TV or getting excited at even the mention of him on the news. Nope, no sir. Not at all. Nu-uh.

Okay, maybe a little.

Pavitr rolls his eyes, snapping his book shut. You guys were supposed to be studying together but all he did was listen to you gush about your superhero crush. "Really, Y/N, what do you even see in him anyway?"

"He's smart, he's intelligent-"

Pav mumbles something, but you ignore him all the same.

"-he's handsome, he's talented, he saves people, he fights evil... he's a nice guy. Heart of gold. He is Spider-man!", you exclaim in exasperation, your fingers doing wild gestures in the air as he watches you amused.

Pavitr chuckles. "Don't get me wrong, I think he's pretty neat too, but you gotta admit: he can't hold a candle to me."

"Oh, fo' sho'", you shoot back sardonically.

"You see Y/N, the real question is.. is he a romantic like me?"

"Are you now?"

Pavitr then seemed to flip into a total Romeo mode, easing back on the chair and running a hand through his raven locks. "Hey, sweetlips", he begins in a deeper baritone, "tonight I was thinking-"

"-Of doing your homework? I hope it's doing your homework, Pavi beta! Good grades speak for themselves, you know", Maya aunty chimes in from the kitchen.

Pav blushes, replying a slightly embarrassed affirmation and goes back to studying.

You snort behind your palm, unaware that your heart is already melting.

_______

The next time you meet Spider-man is at a fair. You went there with Pavitr, a night full of cheesy pick-up lines and horrible puns not letting the smile fall from your lips for even a fraction of a second. It's all fun and games, Gayatri leaving you two alone and unsupervised -a bad decision, really- to go off with her crush. You play more games, help a cute little boy win a hedgehog plushie and then wander around aimlessly until Pavitr disappears to buy more snacks.

You were standing beneath the gigantic Ferris wheel, munching on your corn while something akin to the sound of a dying whale catches your ears. Turning around, you realize the Ferris wheel has lost balance and is about to fall.

It is utter chaos. The crowd goes haywire, scared people bumping into each other in haste to get away and panic. You find safety but seeing the little boy from earlier run towards the falling machinery to retrieve his plushie stops your heart. Without another thought, you run after him.

Its too late, now. The metal joints have come off and there are mere seconds for it's fall. You shield the little boy with yourself and shut your eyes tight, waiting for your impending doom, looking up in shock when it doesn't come.

The boy lets out a tiny gasp. "Spider-man!"

Indeed, the famous wall-crawler stands before you, webbing up the steel rods of the wheel. It's basically being held together by his sticky solution. You watch as he places a number of steel columns to hold up the broken part of the wheel and only moves from the place once he's sure it will sustain a bit longer.

Applauds rise from all around and people cheer, worried parents thanking him for returning their son in one piece. His eyes finally turn to you dusting dirt off your dress and you catch his in a mesmerizing gaze like before.

He offers you his hand and pulls you up in one -admittedly sexy- move.

"God, I was so worrie-!", he says before stopping himself.

There it is again, the familiar unfamiliarity. It puts you on alarm but also melts your heart -if that makes sense.

"Thanks again, for saving me. I owe you."

"You owe me nothing, sweetlips. Just.. keep yourself safe, okay?" With a wink, your masked heartthrob disappears into the skies again.

Okay, he definitely called you a pet name. That's gotta mean something, right?

Pavitr finds you right after, hugging you and thanking every God in existence that you're alive. You calm him down and decide to go home -that was enough for one day- but you just can't help wondering where you had heard that pet name before.

Sweetlips..

_______

Was it normal to be in love with two guys? Should you have to choose?

One is sweet ol' beloved Pavitr: charming, good-hearted, witty, amazing hair, humorous, cheesy puns, vadapav-lover. The other being literally ✨️Spider-man! ✨️

And you loved them both equally; torn between two good-hearted guys you cared about. This was torture.

But weirder than that, you felt you were missing something. Like you know it, it's at the tip of your tongue but you just can't seem to know what! Not to mention the weird coincidence of Spider-man's and Pav's pet names for you.

Argh, love is a disaster.

_____

Pavitr is walking you home from school that day when you decide to tell him everything.

You had chosen your best friend.

Not that he knew there was someone else but.. for some reason, you feel guilty for not choosing Spider-man and that weighed on you. You figured telling your bestie would ease atleast a little of it.

"Hey, Pav?"

He hums, his raven-wing hair whipping as he turns around, coming to a stop beside you. "Yes, meri jaan?"

Some of the ice cream you were licking has smeared on your nose and with a playfully disapproving look, Pav reaches out and wipes it off.

See, it's the little things like these that make you fall for him even more.

"I need to tell you something. I.. You know how I love Spider-man, right? I mean, I talk about him all the time, but.. -ugh, God, I'm so terrible at this!" You cut yourself off with an embarrassed chuckle as he patiently watches you, amused. "What I'm really trying to say is-"

"HELP! HELP- AHHHH!"

The sudden cry catches you off guard and you startle. Pavitr is gone when you look for him and -assuming he's gone to get help- you run towards the direction of the voice. It comes from an alley nearby and you go there just in time to see Spider-man web up a couple of goons and leave them hanging upside down from a light post, the elderly lady nearby thanking him profusely.

When he spots you, his face immediately brightens. "Hey", he says, breathless, walking towards you, "do you happen to have a Band-Aid by any chance?"

"Ye-"

" 'Cause I just scraped my knee falling for you."

Oh no, not again. Not your heart melting into a puddle, not right now! (Be strong Y/N!)

But all you can get out is a dreamy, "Spider-man"

The vigilante hero suddenly falls quiet, hesitating. "I, uh, actually have something to tell you"

Your heart thumps so loudly in your chest, you can hear it in your ears! It won't be what you were thinking. Surely not.

(Technically, you haven't chosen yet. And, you don't have to choose only one of them, right?)

"Listen, I.. I think I love you."

Oh. Oh..

"I'm sorry", you sigh, feeling real bad for the superhero standing before you.

His face falls under the mask, and that more than anything else, breaks your heart.

You shouldn't do this to him. It's cruel, really. This guy is out here risking his life yet here you are, breaking his heart. It's painful for both of you.

"I like you", you say, "very much! But I can't.. you're a superhero and I'm just an ordinary person, I rather not risk both our lives."

He is still, very still. A moment later, he finally speaks. "You love someone else." It wasn't a question.

"It's my best friend, Pavitr. He's.. God, he's everything to me. I'm sorry. It's a probably a bad decision, but it's mine."

To your shock, a wide smile pulls at his lips, his face almost glowing -you feel it more than seeing it. "I think it's the best decision."

The spider-hero stands tall, and in a flash, rips off his mask. His curly hair rustles in the wind, eyes sparkling with mischief -the eyes you've known so well, more than your own; those very same hypnotizing brown eyes.

"At least to me, meri jaan."

This little shit-

"I apologize, I haven't totally been honest with you", he chuckles when you grab him by the collar, pulling you close as you playfully punch him in the chest.

YOU KNEW IT! You knew he was too familiar!

"Me neither. Although..", you smirk, "now that I think about it, I actually love Spider-man more."

"Guess I have to settle for heartbreak then", he sighs dramatically, hugging you closer. "Hey, you don't happen to be a vigilante superhero with amazing hair by any chance, do you?"

You slap his head before pulling your best friend in for a kiss.

There's no one else you'd rather fall in love with.

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🎶🎵"It's funny 'cause you drive me half insane A universe without you would be thoroughly mundane There's no one else I'd rather fall in love with And that is my best friend in the world"🎶🎵 'Best Friend' by Laufey

(someone in the notes pav was so Laufey coded so i went with that lol)

#pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitrx reader #pavitr prabhakar x female reader #pavitr x fem!reader #pavitr x reader #pavitr x gn reader #pavitr x male reader #pavitr prabhakar x fem reader #pavitr prabhakar x you #pavitr x you #pavitr x y/n #pavitr prabhakar x y/n #astv #Spider-Man #sony

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bigskydreaming · 1 year ago

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Speaking of topics I feel are under-explored (he says, as he careens wildly into the blog after a week without speaking of any topics whatsoever) I feel like there’s a LOT that can be done with the juxtaposition of the individual Batfam members’ infamous trust issues & secrecy....and the fact that even when they don’t get along, the Batfam members are so inextricably connected that to reveal one’s identity means basically revealing everyone else’s too.

Obviously ‘giving away the family secret’ is a trope that effects most of the DC franchises that involve secret identities.....its not like Superman can reveal he’s Clark Kent without people drawing the connection to the rest of the Superfam, same with the Flash characters, etc, etc.

BUT.

Combine this with how DC adds Batfam members to basically any franchise they can think of, in an effort to capitalize on the high profile nature of those characters & their connections.....and just how damn MANY Batfam characters there are with secret identities compared to a lot of other franchises, and how between them they span most teams and organizations in the DC universe.....

Few other superhero families have AS MUCH of an issue with this as the Batfam does, basically.

BUT.

Now, for added seasoning, throw in the Batfam-specific factor that MANY OF THEM VERY FAMOUSLY DO NOT GET ALONG FOR EXTENDED PERIODS OF CANON.

And this suddenly becomes a much more intricate situation for the Batfam members. Or at least has the potential to be.

Because like, for the most part? The other superhero families are usually more....on the same page, in most respects. Like if one of the Superfam feels they have to reveal their identity to someone or wants to trust a friend with it, the rest of the Superfam is likely to just nod and go with it.

The same can, uh, very much NOT be said for the Batfam.

So I just think it can be very interesting to delve into how various Batfam characters feel about just HOW intertwined their identities are. Their attitudes towards specific instances where one of their relatives tells someone new who they are, when this family is full of people with GINORMOUS trust issues - and who often don’t even trust each other, at least not with things that potentially make them emotionally vulnerable.

How they feel about their relatives giving away the family secret to someone they don’t know. Situations where Bruce is like umm Dick does your therapist really NEED to know our secret identities and Dick’s like well yes Bruce, on account of therapy is super not useful when you’re LYING to your therapist about most of your life.

How does Jason (especially in eras where he’s known to be legally alive again) feel about Bruce revealing the family secret to various JLA teammates that Jason would never in a million years willingly trust with his own identity?

Is Cass ever resentful about being bone-deep CERTAIN she can trust someone with her identity, and wants to, and feeling that she has to factor in how this will affect her various siblings, even if she doesn’t particularly LIKE one of them, like Jason? And vice versa?

Do Dick and Tim feel Bruce is a hypocrite when he just unapologetically announces someone new has been brought in on the secret, as though its a done deal and he never even thought twice about it, when they’ve struggled with WANTING to tell people the family secret only to hold back and watch their relationships with a friend or new connection suffer, because they feel Bruce would never approve of them telling this person?

Does Duke second-guess how strong his ties are to the Batfam as a whole, especially members he’s barely ever had opportunity to interact with, and so worry how they feel about the Family New Guy coming INTO the family secret with a lot of close friends already in on HIS secret identity, and thus affording him a close circle of friends he never even has to struggle with whether or not he has the right to tell them, the way most of the other Batkids have struggled with telling their various friend groups? How DOES Tim feel about the fact that Bruce made him keep his identity secret from even his Young Justice teammates for YEARS while Duke gets his close friends grandfathered into the family secret from day one?

Do any of them ever like, feel that one of the others has told someone new just to spite them in some way? Do any of them ever think that they could get through to one of their enemies who’s trying to turn over a new leaf by showing they trust them....but then hold back because they don’t think its fair to ask the rest of their family to trust said enemy with their identities too? Does Jason ever drop into the middle of one of Dick’s fights just to be like “Okay don’t read anything into this because I’m still currently Not Speaking To You because of Reasons, but uh, what’s this I’m hearing about DAMIAN spilling the family secret to one of his classmates and should we be reading Implications into that?”

(I strongly headcanon that Jason, even when he’s estranged from various family members, is like, an incurable gossip who’s like NOT THAT I EVEN LIKE THESE PEOPLE but I am INVESTED in knowing the juicy details of their private lives for reasons completely unrelated to things like ‘giving a shit about them.’)

BUT I DIGRESS.

Anyway, I’m just saying like. The conundrum of having a secret identity with HUGE stakes attached to the reveal of said identity....when one is part of a huge, sprawling and highly dysfunctional family where ‘they can’t get along even with a gun to their head’ is a thing that literally happens all the time in canon.

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