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[lavena]

Captain Marvel head cannon again.

Thinking of all the, JL travel through Caps psyche for one reason or another, but instead of Billy's memories they get Marvels, so all of the past incarnations (which billy has had to witness too) at their lowest point.

Let's just say a champion is not given these powers and set free, they must learn where such power comes from.

So in this case they see Wisdom be found through betrayal

Strength found through destruction

Stamina through suffering

Power through sacrifice

Courage through loss (very very specifically a situation like Patrolucous and Achilles. Love, family, soul mate dies and courage is found through the loss of all you hold dear)

Speed through negligence

These are all just ideas of what they could be, really riding on the idea of the JL seeing captain, or someone so opposite of the captain find the one they love dead in a war, and just screaming in agony, getting up and doing what Achilles did. ( destroying damn near all of an army single handedly, then, without care for themselves, no food, no breaks, brutally enforcing a barrier and dragging a dead body behind them one person stacked behind the other, line in the sand but the line is blood and the sand is a battle field) just something so horrific and heart breaking that the JL may never be able to look at the cap as soft ever again

And for the new folks these are the powers specific to patron Solomon (wisdom), Hercules (strength), Atlas (stamina), Zeus (power), Achilles (courage) and Mercury (speed)

[bl-beater]

What hurts has to heal | a dragon's heart

Been more or less more active with writing instead of art sooooo- @pechaghtlecha

[astronomoney]

Pairing: Tim Drake x nb!reader (it’s not super romance heavy but I might do a part two)

Prompts: n/a this is purely self indulgent

Summary: sometimes life gives you lemons and sometimes life tells you your best friend and the guy you hate are the same person, your not sure what’s worse

Warnings: n/a

A/n: is this canon compliant? no. does it make much sense? not really. do I like and did I have fun writing it? absolutely. read at your own risk Masterlist also this should be totally nb but if you see anything that’s gender solid please let me know so I can fix it

Word count: 2k it got to long but there’s plenty of material for a second part (wink wink nudge nudge)

Secrets Spilled

Rich people suck. More specifically, rich teenagers suck. You should know, you go to school with one. Tim Drake, the pride and joy of Gotham Academy and the adopted son of Bruce Wayne. Was he actually adopted? You didn’t remember but that didn’t matter. Mr. Wayne has a habit of picking up strays almost as bad as Batman and Tim Drake was lucky enough to end up under his umbrella of wealth.

You had 3 classes with Tim Drake. He was smart and most of the teachers liked him well enough, in fact most of the school liked him. You however hated him. Sure he was cute and he seemed nice enough and you couldn’t quite put your finger on it but something about him was just off. Like he had some big secret or something.

No one at school seemed to agree with you on that. They all thought he was a perfect angel so you stopped trying to convince them of your anti-drake agenda a long time ago. Thankfully you had one person in your life who always listened to your rants.

“He sounds like a douchebag,” Red Robin said, sitting cross legged on your bed with an ice pack against his lip. Through some minor computer shenanigans, aka illegal hacking (nothing to bad), you had met and become close friends with none other than Red Robin.

It was a mutually beneficial friendship. For him it was an apartment almost exactly halfway between safe houses so on nights like tonight when he was a little bloody and bruised he’d stop by and you’d help patch him up. For you it was a captivated audience for your late night rants.

“Oh he totally is! Thank you for that, no one ever agrees with me,” You rolled your eyes thinking about how many times you’d heard people gush about the billionaire brat. You sat down across from him and opened the first aid kit you’d just dug out from under your bed.

You were too busy rifling through the various bandages and ointments to notice your vigilante friend desperately trying to hide his smirk. “Yeah no problem,”

“He’s way smart too, which is super annoying.” You found the healing gel you were looking for. “I swear he’s hiding something, he must be like an alien or a robot or-” You looked up to see a laugh-suppressing-grin on the heros face, “Don’t laugh, I'm serious! This guy is a pain and just because he’s hot people let it slide!”

Red's face went completely serious and you could’ve sworn you saw his cheeks tint pink underneath his domino mask but then again his left side had a sizable cut on it so you really couldn’t tell. “You- you think he’s hot?”

“That is so not the point I'm trying to make!” You rolled your eyes and dabbed a bit of gel on the cut. “But yeah, his looks are like, his only redeeming quality.” Once you had laid a thin layer against the cut you used some butterfly bandages to hold it closed. It was exactly pretty but it would heal well, and the gel would make it nothing but a small scar in a week or so. “You know, you kinda look like him. Is that what you're hiding?” You used this opportunity to tap the bottom edge of the mask, resisting the urge to just take it off right then. “Rugged good looks and a billionaire smile.”

“Oh ha ha,” He retorted sarcastically, lightly moving your hand away from the fabric. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t dying to know his identity. It’s not that he didn’t want to tell you, it’s just that he’d heard you complain about his alter ego enough times to worry about your reaction, plus the whole ‘your-life-would-be-in-constant-danger-if-you-knew’ thing. Lately he’d found himself going out of his way to end up knocking on your window and he didn’t want what you had to change.

“You're no fun.” You huffed, hoping off the bed stashing the first-aid kit once again. You heard a small buzz and knew that Red had gotten an alert.

He stood up, and listen for a second. You could only guess he was getting instructions via earpiece. “Got it, I’m on my way.” He called over coms before turning back to you with an apologetic look.

You spoke before he could get an apology out. “Let me guess, some goon’s breaking open an ATM and everyone else is busy?”

“Pretty much yeah,” He ducked under your windowsill onto your fire escape. “Thanks for the help. I don’t know where I'd be without you.”

“Probably at that robbery already,” You gently shoved him the rest of the way through the window and bid him farewell. You watched him grapple off into the dim moonlight before getting back into your bed. Over the past few weeks you’d started staying up later just in case a certain someone happened by, this of course made that full 8 hours a little harder to come by. You didn’t really care though, a little less sleep for a little more time with him seemed like a fair trade.

The next morning finally came and you weren’t exactly pleased to hear the familiar beeping of your alarm clock. Still you forced yourself out of bed, pulled your uniform on and got your stuff together before heading out the door to another day at Gotham Academy.

You didn’t have any classes with Tim on Friday’s but you usually saw him passing you in the hall or at lunch. Today was different. One might even say he was avoiding you, but why. You saw a glimpse of him quickly heading away from you before second period, and at lunch you got a great view of the back of his head for about 30 seconds before he ducked out to go who knows where. Sure, you weren’t exactly friends but today it seemed he’d gone completely out of his way to make sure you didn’t see him. And it was pretty successful, at least until you literally collided with him.

School had let out and you had almost left the building before you remembered you’d left something behind, on your way back to your locker you turned a corner without caution and slammed into him at full force. It was a classic early 2000s movie scene, papers and books flying and strewn across the floor, both parties crouching down to collect up their scattered items and inevitably accidentally grabbing the wrong paper or two.

“Ah sorry, i’m so sorry I didn’t see-” That’s when you actually saw who it was you’d bumped into. “Tim?” You handed him the printed out english paper that definitely wasn’t yours.

“Sorry, I should have been watching where I was going.” He apologized as you both stood up and placed your papers in your respective books bags. Something about him was even more off then usual. He wouldn’t even meet your eyes, in fact he kept his gaze firmly to his left. Maybe he’d somehow heard you complain about him and now he wanted nothing to do with you. Maybe you’d messed it all up.

You were about to awkwardly say bye and shuffle off when a locker a little ways away from you slammed shut, startling you both and causing Tim to finally look to his right.

“Whoa what happened to your face?” You asked leaning in slightly to see the hefty gash that had been carefully held together with butterfly bandages. “That looks just like,” It clicked. “hOLY-”

“SHHH!” Tim acted fast, he clapped a hand over your mouth, effectively putting your mind shattering realization on silent and rushed the both of you into a thankfully unlocked maintenance closet nearby.

Suddenly a bajillion pieces were falling into place in your mind. Tim cursed. “God, if you know now what I think you know you’re gonna have a lot of questions. So I'm gonna move my hand but you have to be quiet about it. Ok?” He spoke softly and full of concern. After all, he may have just caused a massive overload in your brain. Your kind of enemy and your closest confidant were the same damn person, who knows what that could do to someone’s psyche.

You nodded profusely, still unable to even conjure a sound. Slowly Tim lifted his hand away from your mouth and watched you closely. You didn’t say anything for a beat, you just stared back at him and then, “What the actual fuck! You’re him and he’s- which means- I mean all this time- and… what?!?”

“Umm yeah?” In all honesty this was going better than Tim had imagined it would. Whenever he’d envisioned you finding out it usually started with you cursing him out and ended with you never talking to him again, but now here he was. You hadn’t cursed him out exactly and you were kind of still talking to him so overall, better than expected. “I wanted to tell you ages ago I swear. I just know how you feel about… well me,” He gestured down to his civilian attire. “and I wasn’t sure how you’d react.”

“All this time,” You were still definitely in shock. “All this time you were him and he was you! And you never told me! I talked about you to you! I called you hot!”

“Oh yeah, thanks by the way.” A shit eating grin had made its way onto his face and you were not pleased.

“Oh fuck off!” You sunk down to sit on a little step stool that happened to be in the closet. “I can’t believe I was so dumb. I mean how did I not see it sooner!”

Tim crouched down in front of you. “To be fair, we put a lot of effort into keeping our secrets.”

“We? Wait a second! If you’re Red Robin, that makes Batman-”

“Yup.”

“And Nightwing-”

“Oh yeah.”

“So Robin is-”

“A total pain in the ass. But yeah, it’s Damian.”

“Holy shit!”

Tim finally let himself laugh a bit at your reaction. You were smart and he knew that, there had been a few times over the past few weeks when he thought you might put it all together and he’d gone out of his way to cover it up. Including (but not limited to) a leaked story to the tabloids about a Tim-Drake-kidnapping-attempt that was thwarted by the one and only Red Robin.

While the tabloids weren’t the most believable sources it had planted a seed in your brain that Red Robin and Tim Drake were in the same place at the same time. Of course thanks to that cut on his cheek he wouldn’t need to lie to you anymore.

“Don’t laugh! I can’t believe I didn’t see this months ago. I mean your stupid mask doesn't even cover that much!” You exclaimed, throwing your arms in the air to emphasize your point.

Tim lightly grabbed your arms and brought them back down. “Ok ok, i’m serious but you seriously need to calm down.” He still had a massive grin on his face.

“I am calm!” You defended. “I mean considering. Wait, how did this start? Did you have to train long? When did you find out who Batman was? Is he really a Vampire?” You rattled off questions a mile a minute, finally the shock and slight annoyance had given way to pure curiosity.

Tim looked around the small maintenance room, contemplating a really bad idea. “I can’t explain anything else here, but if you want I can take you to the Batcave? I mean you’ve already guessed most of the secrets and even if I don't tell you the rest you’ll probably figure it out anyway.”

a/n: I broke 2k and couldn’t figure out a satisfying ending so I just called it here but if y’all show this one some love i’ll do a part too (guest appearances and everything)

taglist: @starship-argo @reveriecore @luvcoy @instabull @littlered-fangirl click here to be added :)

[esha-isboogara]

you’re so last summer

the demons won y’all i’m posting some roy harper content. i wish i could experience watching young justice again for the first time frl it changed my life a lot

you hate roy and vice versa. instead of ignoring each other like normal people the two of you hate fuck once a week to relieve the stress.

sorry babies but if you’re under 16 this one is NOT FOR YOU!! very much a smut, piv sex, porn what plot, bratty sub!reader, hate fucking

everyday you were forced to stare at his stupid handsome face. forced to drown in those stone cold blue orbs. forced to wonder what those large hands would feel like around your fragile throat. it was agonizing.

god you hated him though. his stunning looks didn’t match his personality what so ever.

when you first met roy harper he was somewhat polite if not a bit reserved. but as time when on you realized how badly he needs to put in line. god forbid he’s not in charge of everything and have it all go his way. he was such a conceited ass hole with an ego as big as a planet to boot.

and yet here you were, underneath him on the couch of the young justice headquarters. the other members were long gone. off to do their heroic duties with their lives. while you were being fucked (and quite well at that) by your least favorite person in this world.

“fuckkk, your pussy really makes up for your shitty personality”. roy groaned, bottoming out in your stomach causing you to let out a much louder than intended whine.

you did your best to pull yourself together though. you didn’t need him to know just how good he was making you feel. “i never would have thought such a pretty boy would have such a filthy mouth”

roy raised his eyebrow. “don’t act so innocent love bug, let’s not forget where your mouth was a few minutes ago”. he punctuated his sentence with a thrust of his hips.

before another whine of pleasure could leave your throat you covered your mouth so it came out as nothing but muffled noise. he did not need to know how good this felt especially with that ego of his

“awww you’re no fun” he ripped your hand away from your mouth and held them above your head by your wrist. “i want to hear you. let me hear how much you love my dick”.

you wanted to roll your eyes at his antics. roy always did have a big ego. but you found it hard to concentrate on your thoughts when he was hitting that spot just right.

“f-fuck roy”.

his eyes gleamed with pride. if you weren’t on cloud nine right now you’d find it disgusting how proud he was of himself.

“that’s right y/n. tell everyone who’s making you feel this good”.

[lesbianwhowrites]

One Million & 1

Requested By: @writing2sirvive​

Fem!Reader x Yolanda Montez

“I can say with certainty my dad would have loved you as the new Wildcat. I can’t think of anyone else I would rather carry his title.”

*The writer in me is coming out fast, a lot faster than coming out of the closet. Also this imagine is horrible I'm so sorry.

Becoming wild cat was the greatest thing Yolanda had ever been given in her life. After what happened with Her and Henry King. Wild cat is what she needed. But then you came into the picture in everything become lighter and happier. She was a superhero and she could protect you from harm. Not that she wanted to reveal who she was, as that could be dangerous. Plus what would you think if you found out she was a hero? 

Besides Courtney you were the one person she could really trust, you guys grew close fast, it was like the stars aligned as one might say. With you everything felt right, but the last thing she wanted was a relationship, she couldn’t bear the thought of something similar happening like with henry. She trusted you, but she also trusted henry and look where that got her. 

But everything changed when she almost jumped on top of you during her nighty patrolling. She jumped and then bam, a (however tall you are) female standing right in front of you. Not just any female it was you, the look of shock and sadness entered your face. “Yolanda?” She looked at you, shocked at the fact you saw through her costume, “How did you.. Y/N” 

You looked at her with confusion, “How did you get the costume? Where did you get the costume, how did you..” Yolanda, now the confused one looks at you with worry, “I-.. I-” You continue talking before she let’s out an answer, “How did you get my fathers costume...” Yolanda breaths in sharply and grabs you wrist dragging you and her into pat’s car garage. 

“What do you mean your fathers suit?” You look at her still in shock, “That’s wild cats suit, Ted Grant’s suit, My real name is Y/N Grant.” Yolanda steps back a bit and her face becomes saddened. “You came to blue valley to find the suit didn’t you...” You look at her and nod. ‘Yes, i did. But i see it found someone who is as worthy of the suit as my father.” Yolanda shakes her head, “I’m not as worthy as you think I am, you would be a much better wild cat than me..” You shake your head, “As much as i would want to try and take on his legacy, I can say with certainty my dad would have loved you as the new Wildcat. Personally I can’t think of anyone else I would rather carry his title.” Yolanda looks at you and smiles a tear slowly going down her face. “Your doing a wonderful job, you stopped the ISA and are still working on keeping his legacy, your perfect as wild cat.” You put your hand on her cheek wiping away the tear and slowly going in for a kiss. 

You weren’t like Henry, you were Y/N. Her Y/N. You trusted her more than she trusted herself. Yolanda had millions of things she could think of as to why she thought you were perfect. But now she has one million and one. 

[birdybat]

Disappointment

[gothamcitycentral]

Top 5 favorite dc writers go!!

5. Bill Finger

Head writer for Cassandra Cain’s Batgirl solo,

4. Tim Seeley

Wrote what I consider the quintessential Killer Croc comic.

3 / 2. Kim Yale and John Ostrander

Legends who made Barbara Gordon Oracle

1. Stjepan Šejić

He’s a legend.

[lavena]

I've dropped once more off the deep end into the Billy Batson fandom and once more I was gifted with a like 3 whole new obsessions.

Number one!

The ancient Greek clothing deaged cap debacle. Just positively glorious. I absolutely adore it when billy has to sit there and be like "wait a name?! That works for ancient Greece. That wonder woman won't immediately figure out? Crap"

But also imagine billy detransforming at the end of a fight and his gods are like.

Nah it ain't time yet for this arc

So they pull some magic shenanigans and badda bing badda boom billy boy speaking fluent ancient Greek and in a proper chiffon tunic or whatnot. Amazing

Number two!

The gods interacting with Billy with animals that represent them. I've been playing assassins creed odyssey a pot recently and I would just love for billy boy to have Ikaros following him around. Could work great with the above story line. Billy gets de transformed into Greek time and runs away, once corned a bunch of animals reminiscent of the gods and tawky tawny come to help him , just beautiful.

Number three!!!

The swap body au with the touch of its billy who was blessed not his body.

But like, the Wizard obtained the blessings of the gods, but Billy recieved their favor. So whoever ends up in caps body can still use his powers but not nearly to the magnitude Billy can and the gods in billys head stayed with the body at first, the after judging whatever poor sould was stuck in the captains body moved back to Billy. But certainly not after being incredibly ruthless and dropping a NAT 20 on vicous mockery and then preceding to be happy go lucky (or as much as the gods can be) when back to Billy

[bloodybellycomb]

One massive, legitimate way to improve as a writer or artist or in any creative endeavor really, is to become absolutely obsessed with something and to allow yourself to be weird about it. Genuinely mean this btw.