#maws mist

[inamindfarfaraway]

So Kyle was knowingly bait for Task Force X’s trap in “Zero Day: Part One”, but regrets it at the end, both because of how badly Clark was hurt as a result and because of the genuine, unwavering kindness Clark showed him with no personal benefit. If he’d actually been on Clark’s side, they probably could have rescued his teammates. Instead Intergang and an irrefutably heroic person are all trapped under the control of Task Force X, who are very torture-happy. Intergang are carelessly selfish, but they love each other, are naive, inexperienced criminals and want money and respect, not death, suffering and destruction. They’re way in over their heads entangled with the other villains. If the “work release program” is a lie and it was all for nothing, I can see them turning on Task Force X. Maybe even if not. I don’t expect them to fully reform (though Cadmus is good in this universe, so anything’s possible), but I hope they get some development.

[toweringclam]

There's a recurring pattern of trios in MAWS

The interns (Lois, Clark, Jimmy)

The scoop squad (Cat, Ronnie, Steve)

Intergang (Silver Banshee, Roughhouse, Mist)

Task Force X (Amanda Waller, Slade Wilson, Sam Lane)

It seems like the pattern is:

Ambitious and assertive leader

Reluctant muscle

The hanger-on

There are, of course, strong variations.

Steve comments on being felt left out, but he might arguably fit "muscle" better. On the other hand, Ronnie is clearly Cat's right-hand woman, and while Steve is clowning around, she's the one who actually takes their research.

Slade is quite enthusiastic about his work, but he does chafe against orders if it means restraining his bloodlust. He's a much darker twist on the role. Meanwhile, General Lane starts out as the leader on paper, but Waller is clearly the more ambitious and ruthless one.

I feel like the way each team handles their third wheel is important:

Jimmy gets completely sidelined for a while, but Clark and Lois realize they made a mistake and include him in the future.

Steve is a part of the Scoop Crew, but he always feels left out. His antics are probably an attempt at getting attention.

With Intergang, Mist is the only one who has moral qualms about what they do. Petty crimes are one thing, but this has gone way too far, and his discomfort is growing.

Lane gets demoted and given a suicide mission by Waller. He's just a stepping stone on the road to her ambition, and Slade is an accomplice

I don't have a conclusion here. It's just an observation. I'll leave the conclusions to other people.

[firebunartblog]

Commission for @chaosbeetlefrontiers who wanted Kyle n Siobhan, and then I added the Racoon based on their idea of Siobhan having one for a pet - his name is Rocky.

also fyi that's jam on their faces

[chaosbeetlefrontiers]

Finally finished this today! Excited for season 2, hoping that it doesn’t disappoint.

[chiptunepacifist]

i loved these guys so much i want more art of them being BESTIES™️

[Click for higher quality, Reblogs appreciated]

[lurxof--thxmaw]

I couldn’t help but notice all the porcelain dolls around the Maw, they look like you. Do you create them? What is their purpose? And if I may be so forward, why do they release a black mist when broken (before you ask, the children seem to be quite fond of shattering them, that’s how I know this, I swear I haven’t broken any myself)?

The Lady glares at the guest behind her mask, mind racing for a moment. Couldn't they possibly mean they saw her private collection? Once they clarified, however, the rage that was beginning to ammass under her skin was placated. She almost let out a sigh.

"Ah, yes. The merch. Of course." The woman waves them off with an elegant gesture. "I do not create them for the most part. We have very talented manufacturers which have been associated with the Maw since it's beginnings as the establishment it is today."

The inclination of her tone would suggest a smile, though her mouth behind the mask remains as impassive as could be. "Once, these statues were crafted for personal purpose. One of my predecessors was particularly fond of the arts," she ignores how said predecessor peeks her head from behind her shoulder, eyes as wide as can be, terrified as usual, "And having statuettes and statues crafted of oneself is a tradition that was passed down to the following generations. It makes us immortal in a way, don't you think so?" She reflects, before continuing, "I thought having more be sold and spread around the world could have been an interesting way of intriguing new possible visitors."

And it worked. She wouldn't brag out loud, though. It would be improper.

"Children can be destructive. I, of course, can't control who puts their hands on the merchandise I sell. However, if someone was to be caught breaking something they did not pay for, I can assure you they will be fined accordingly."

[storm-of-silver]

Location - Commander's Maw

[Image ID: A black and white drawing of rocky terrain and a few trees. There is a cat walking in the foreground. In the background, there is a large rock formation that looks like a yowling cat. End ID]

A stunning landmark within the Colony of Mist, the Commander's Maw is a large rock formation that vaguely looks like a yowling cat. The Maw overlooks much of the wilds, and many stories center around the origins of this rock formation, even outside the Colony of Mist.

Stories often follow similar story beats, regardless of origins. Once, there was a great commander who led their colony to prosperity and success. Some say the commander was extremely kind and wise, while others say the commander was violent and ambitious, caring only for their colony. Acknowledging the commander's deeds in life, the gods allowed the commander one wish when they died. The commander asked the gods to allow them to watch and guide over their colony for the rest of time.

The gods agreed, turning the commander into stone, freezing them in time to gaze over the colonies forever. In the case of a kind commander, this was a blessing, to see the colonies age and grow. In the case of the cruel commander, it was a curse, to live forever and never able to move.

During a trainee's study, their denning would be taken to the Maw by their teacher denning, and spend the night within the mouth of the Maw. The mouth was built into a cozy lodging for this purpose, and the teacher denning would use the view the Maw provides to point out various landmarks in other colony territories. Lovers and secret partners also tend to flock to this landmark thanks to its remote and private location, giving it the nickname 'Lover's Maw'.

[godisasimp]

The 12 Sovereigns and their Herrscher equivalent

Some have a name that is completely different to their Herrscher counterpart, and i will say when I am unsure ; I will try to explain my reasoning for associating a certain Sovereign with a Herrschefor each of them.

⚠️This is NOT canon confirmed information as of the writing of this post (22.03.2024) and is purely speculation, do not take this as fact. Thanks. ⚠️

Truth = Herrscher of Reason/Truth ; this is one of the few whose name is similar/identical to their Herrscher counterpart.

Sky = Herrscher of the Void ; this one is easy to figure out thanks to the animation, which looks almost 1:1 identical to the Herrscher of the Void's ultimate.

Howl = Herrscher of Thunder ; for this one the ability are given and is said to "summon lighting".

Mist = Herrscher of Wind ; for this one we have to refer to the definition of Mist which is a formation of a cloud, and is often associated with air, the color scheme shown is also similar to the Herrscher of Wind (it also showcases wind, not on my screenshot, which look like Wendy's)

Frost = Herrscher of Ice ; the environment this Sovereign is shown in is a glacial land so it it pretty obvious. (i will note that the Sakura tree in the background can be a call back to PE Sakura)

Fate = Herrscher of Death/Rebirth ; just like with howling, we have to use the definition of it abilities to figure it out, which is : to control the cycle of life and death.

(i swapped the order of Thought and Flare on this picture, sorry)

Flare = Herrscher of Flame (not Flamescion because this one is an hybrid herrscher.) ; this one is another one of those with a near identical name, also the fire effect shown.

Thought = Herrscher of Sentience ; again a pretty similar name, also to have thoughts you have to have Sentience, so they are linked.

Root = ??? ; we don't have a Herrscher that fits this, but based on the fact that they seem to be in order i would have to say Herrscher of Star/Gravity

Form = ??? ; just like Root I cannot find clear evidence for this one other than following the order and say that it can be Herrscher of Domination.

Bind = Herrscher of Binding ; this one has the same name.

Maw = ??? ; another one that I have to use the order for and say with a grain of salt that it's the Herrscher of Corruption

Origin = Herrscher of Origin ; this one has the same name, and also Acheron is shown which could be another hint, since the current Herrscher of Origin is Raiden Mei.

End = Herrscher of the End/Finality ; same name, and it is also the last one shown just like how it's the last Herrscher.

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Edit : thanks @/aimlessfellow for these precisons ; I forgot to read the description but thankfully y'all are here.

[yandere--stuck]

If you're still taking requests, would you be able to do something again with Arkhamverse Joker?? (Or even Scarecrow, ANYTHING with that skinny lil horror boy please) I love ALL of your Batman work.

Just give me anything, I'm starving for some dark and creepy batvillians.

“Alright, sweetheart, just tell me who did it,” The Joker cooed from behind you, his hands resting at the plush blanket wrapped around your shoulders.

Both you and The Clown stood in front of the maw of the Sionis Steel Mill. You hadn't been outside in so long. The thought of making a run for it flitted through your mind, but you just as quickly discarded it. Joker was holding you pretty tight, but even if you broke free from his grip, presented before you was a line of Joker's men desperate to do anything to gain their boss's favor. And even if you made it through all that, you were smack dab in the middle of Arkham City. If the elements or starvation didn't get to you first, it'd be the other inmates - especially if they had gotten any inkling you might be precious to The Clown Prince of Crime.

Somehow, beyond all odds, you were the most safe in the arms of Gotham's most dangerous criminal.

Even with the multiple layers covering you, the wind cut through you like a blade. You'd been dressed in specially made pajamas the Joker commissioned, layers of winter clothing, and a large blanket he'd wrapped you up in before escorting you outside. And it made looking upon Joker's gang all the more uncomfortable. 

Compared to you, Joker's men wore precious little. Tank tops or sleeveless hoodies, some wearing no top at all, old worn pants, and their very own clown masks. You couldn't see their eyes, but you imagined that behind their masks, they glowered at you. Why wouldn't they hate you? After all, you were why they were freezing out here. Their boss had given them orders to never, under any circumstances, allow any harm to be brought unto you.

And then, Joker found the bruises.

“I don't want to get anyone in trouble,” You insisted, craving your neck to attempt eye contact with The Joker.

“Nobody's in trouble,” The Clown nuzzled you, voice almost a purr. “I just want to know who did it.”

You bit your lip. Something burned and swirled like a whirlpool in your stomach, rising to your chest. “It was my fault. I bumped into something.”

“Darling, it's okay. I'm not mad. Just point ‘em out for me.”

Your lips quivered and you screed your eyes shut. Burying your face in your hands, your whole body shook. You couldn't do this. You didn't want to. Sure, the guy roughed you up, but at least he didn't fucking kill you. And maybe whoever did it was a criminal at best or monster at worst, but you didn't want someone to die at the hands of The Joker because of you. You weren't supposed to be here. You were supposed to be in Gotham proper, living your ordinary life and not in Joker's base. You weren't supposed to be the object of Joker's obsession. You shouldn't have had to be transported around by goons, goons who were already frustrated and pissed as it was, and only exacerbated by their boss’ obsession with you and threatening them if he even thinks they're looking at you.

God, why was this happening to you? You just want to go home! You couldn't even scream, couldn't even cry, not now, not like this-

One hand released its grip on your shoulder to press against your back and brush soothing circles against you.

“Honey, baby, sweetie-darling, there's no reason to be upset!” Joker hushed. “You're not in any trouble. I'm not mad. I just want to know."

Still shaking, you dared to turn and meet the Clown's gaze. Puffing out a cloudy mist in the icy cold air, you ventured, “You promise you're not angry?”

The Joker beamed, holding up a hand. “Scout's honor!”

The both of you stared at each other for a long moment. His pupils were dilated, acidic green eyes nearly swallowed up by his dilated pupils. He stared back at you with utter adoration. 

Really, him being angry would have been less terrifying.

With a shaky exhale, you nodded. Ripping your eyes from him, you surveyed the crowd. The man in question wasn't hard to find. You knew the mask well. Lime green hair, a red clown nose, red, painted-on cuts and marks across the mask.

He was one of the henchmen ordered to transport you from one part of the base to another. You'd been terrified, shaking, near hyperventilating, and scared stiff to the spot. And he had grabbed you tight enough to bruise and shoved you through the halls, the other goons following behind. Just remembering it lit a spark of fear and anger in your gut. And even still, you hesitated to call him out.

Shivering, you slowly raised a finger to point at him, your digit like a death mark.

“Him,” you breathed out.

“Him?” Joker asked, pointing at the same man.

You nodded. You fought the urge to squeeze your eyes closed as The Joker waved him over.

The masked man approached both of you. You couldn't help but lean further into Joker. You tried to convince yourself it was the cold. He stopped a few feet away, but Joker motioned him even closer, until he was almost right on top of you both.

“This true, Bud?” Joker asked.

The masked man held his tongue for a moment. His whole body seemed tense. And if you had to guess, he was likely glaring daggers at you from behind the mask. And then finally, a soft sigh escaped him, body relaxing as he nodded. 

“Yeah, boss,” he admitted. “It was me.”

“And do you have anything to say to my darling here?”

Your breath caught in your throat as the goon turned directly toward you. You tried to keep totally still. Don't flinch. Don't show fear. You could feel his gaze burn into you. And Joker's grip tightened on your shoulder. Maybe reassuringly. Maybe possessively. 

The masked goon paused, simply staring at you, before he gave a lazy nod. “Yeah. ‘M sorry.”

Huh. That wasn't so bad. Turning to look at Joker you saw him nodding. A relieved smile began to bloom onto your face as you turned back to-

The sound of unfolding metal hit your ears. A gloved hand stretched out and yanking through hair. The stumbling forward of a body and. Your eyes widened as Joker grunted, pocket knife sinking into the man's throat.

He held it there for a moment, looking deep into the eyes of the man behind the mask, before wrenching the knife out. Blood spurted from the man’s neck as he gurgle, clutching his throat. Again, Joker struck, plunging deep into the man's neck and ripping it out. Again. Again. Again. And all you could do was watch, eyes the size of dinner plates and mouth agape in horror.

You finally found the ability to move your body again, and you hunkered down, hiding your eyes with your hands and stumbling back as Joker continued his assault. You shivered and shuddered, beginning to cry. You couldn't see it anymore, but you could hear the sounds of the blade meeting flesh, the desperate and violent gurgles of someone drowning in their own blood, the quick and sharp grunts of Joker as he plunged his knife in and out in and out in and out in and out-

You couldn't tell how long it went on, only that at some point, you couldn't hear anything else besides Joker's shaky breathing and the harsh whistling of the wind. Your hands and cheeks stung from cold and tears.

When you dared to uncover your eyes, The Joker was looking back at you. As if he was waiting for you to see - to see your attacker's head barely connected to his neck, near decapitated. The moment he saw the recognition in your eyes, the man's body was dropped like it was nothing.

"But, but," You stuttered, mouth trying to catch up with your mind. "You said, you said you weren't mad?'

"Not at you, darling," he smiled adoringly. "Never at you."

The Joker pocketed his bloody knife and clapped his hands free, addressing his men. “Now, let that be a lesson for all of you,” the clown leaned over to wrap an arm around your shoulder. You quickly cuddled into his hold (but only because of the cold. Only that and nothing more). Joker finished with a grin, “anyone who hurts my darling gets the same.”

Breathing heavily, your eyes surveyed the reactions of the henchmen. For some reason, you felt torn on how you felt about them. Pitied Joker's treatment of them, but was highly aware of their perspective of you being an obstacle, inconvenience, or even enemy-

You nearly jumped as Joker brought you out of thoughts by a kiss to the cheek. You were quickly turned around, The Joker guiding you inside and nuzzling against your cheek.

“You must be so stressed out, dear! C’mon, let's get warmed up inside and watch some cartoons!"

And when you're both inside, curled up together in a mound of blankets and cartoons playing on the screen, you tried to convince yourself tje obly reason you held him back was out of fear and to keep out the cold.

[lina-lovebug]

I Will Protect You

Adam Warlock x fem! Reader

Reader is Gamora and Nebula younger sister. Seems to be a trend with Thanos' daughters to fall for goofy men.

Warnings: ptsd, torture, cursing

Adam did not know love.

He knows his mother loved him. That even though his sole purpose was to kill and work for the Sovereign, he could feel his mother's love for him.

But being in love?

He never thought about it. It was never a priority, especially as a killer who would have no business being intrigued by anything else other than what he was ordered.

"You are an idiot."

"What?"

"But I must say I admire your technique. Staring is also how I got my wife to notice me. Although I did it for hours on end until she noticed."

Drax told Adam, who was staring longingly at (Y/N), the sister to Gamora and Nebula and their resident healer. Adam watched as a pink light emitted from her palms, healing a small injury on one of the children's knees.

"She's very pretty," Adam breathed out. Yes, he had seen specimens that were 'perfect', but you were something entirely different. Your laughter was genuine and kind, and your smile held no ill intentions behind it.

"Drax, I feel sick when I am around her. Like my stomach gets all fuzzy and weird, and-and I can't think straight. Did she poison me?" Adam asked, wondering truly if you despised him secretly.

After all, your first encounter was not a good one.

Adam recalled being beneath you as you held a blade to his throat, pressing it hard enough to draw blood and the rage in your eyes was something to remember.

He now held a small scar on his neck.

"Silly golden man," Drax patted his shoulder, "you love her."

"Love? Are you sure?" He glanced back to where you were but you disappeared.

"What should I do?"

Oh if only he should have known that Drax was the worst person to ask for advice.

_

"I'm sorry."

I turned around to see Gamora. Her arms were crossed, she was guarding herself, as she looked at me with sad eyes.

"You have nothing to-"

"You had someone who was openly loving and caring, and that's not me," I swallowed a lump in my throat. Gamora changed once she realized that Nebula and I just needed a sister, not a combat partner. I saw her make that effort, and she learned my love languages and learned who I was as a person.

When she died, I felt a part of myself die with her.

And when this new Gamora, or old Gamora, had shown up, I wanted that back. But she was just as cruel and as mean as when we first fought and she beat me.

"Wow, you don't think I know that?" I retorted, avoiding eye contact as I continued to polish my knives.

"From our first fight when Thanos pit us against each other, I knew you were only looking out for the best. That you needed to be the golden girl in order to survive, but did you know what he did?" I asked, finally looking at her.

"Yeah, Nebula-"

"No, not to Nebula," I interrupted, standing up.

"When I was eight and kept losing, he didn't just lock me in my room. He had Ebony Maw do things to me. . .he started slow by making incisions in my back to see how much I could scream, and then did this," I lifted up my shirt and her eyes widened.

"He started putting viles inside of me that he found on other planet's to see how my body would react to them. That's how I got my power to heal," I explained, "but every experiment, every needle - it left behind this."

My stomach and back held my memories. It was littered in scars that would never go away and ruined me.

"I-I didn't-"

"No one knew. Not even Nebula until a few years ago," I admitted.

"I get why you fought so hard but. . .I don't think I can forgive you."

Gamora looked like she had just seen what hell was like. A light mist formed over her eyes, realizing that whenever she won, someone else had paid the price.

"I know you'll never be her," I admitted, "but you could at least try to act like we were sisters."

"You are," She grasped my hands tightly in her own, "you've always been. I'm sorry I never saw it until now."

I removed myself from her, "I know you mean it, but I'm going to need you to go."

She hesitated but nodded, "ok."

Gamora shut the door behind her and wanted to scream. All of the "What ifs" plagued her mind, wondering what would have happened if only she had noticed sooner. But before any tears could escape, she heard a shuffle and spotted the golden boy lurking.

He looked just like she did.

Shocked and furious.

"If you do anything to hurt her, I will slit your throat in your sleep," Gamora told him before walking off, leaving him stunned.

The mere thought of someone making you cry made Adam furious beyond belief, but torturing you? Seeing how loud you could scream - how much pain you could take?

He didn't know understand love but that was not it.

Adam was initially going to go to your room and try to 'woo' you, as Drax said to do. But now, all he felt was rage. He knew Thanos was dead, along with everyone who worked for him, so he didn't know where to put this anger.

"(Y/N)?"

"Adam, now is not a good ti-" as I turned around to face him, all I saw was anger. Red flashed across his face, just like the first time we fought.

"Adam? Are you okay?" I questioned.

"I-I feel angry, and I don't know what to do. I want to kill him," Adam ranted.

"Kill him? Who?"

"Thanos."

The name still left a mark on my mind and it made me want to vomit.

"He-he's dead, Adam," I said.

"I know. But he needs to pay for what he's done to you. It isn't fair. No one so kind, so generous and loving should ever experience that," He ranted, unknowingly confirming that Adam knew exactly what Thanos did to you.

"You heard. . ." This was my fear. I finally found someone who makes me smile and makes my heart race whenever we're together, and he knows.

He knows I'm fucked up. He knows I have ugly scars that'll never disappear. He knows I have a dark childhood. He knows I'm-

He shook me from my mind by placing his hands on my shoulders, "I want to protect you. From now on, no one will ever lay a hand on you again. I'll do whatever it takes, (Y/N), I promise."

"Why?"

"Drax says it's because I love you. I only knew my mother's love but I know that when I see you, I want to make you smile. I want you to be happy and always laughing and never upset."

Love? Shit, I didn't know the first thing about it. I always thought that the torture and the lectures were love because a father always wants you to do your best. But after the guardians, I felt lost. This friendship and trust, it was love, but how could I ever replicate that?

"Adam, are you. . .sure?"

He was caught off guard, "yes, I am. Do you not love me?"

"I do, but I don't know how to express that. You deserve someone who does," I told him.

"What do you do with someone you love?" He questioned.

"You hug them, you show that you're there for them no matter what, you learn what they like, you show it in physical ways. You kiss-"

"Then kiss me," His boldness made my whole body still and I felt like face become hot.

"What?"

"If you love me, then kiss me," He stated, still as blunt as ever. My heart was running a mile, and my mind was screaming at me to stop.

But I couldn't.

I lifted my face to his and kissed him. I expected it to be a small peck, but my body wanted more. I yearned for his gentle touch and placed his hands on my waist as he gently kissed back, still unsure about his movements. His lips were soft against mine, following what I did. As I pulled away for air, he pulled me back in. It made me gasp as his hands held me firmly, his lips desperate for mine. I felt breathless as he held me closer, and my hands began to venture into his hair.

"Seriously?!"

Peter's voice made me pull back, frightened that he had seen.

"Everyone but me!" He shouted as he walked away, and I was still firm against Adam's chest.

"I thought kissing was a private affair," Adam said, confused.

"Y-yeah, it is, but my door is open. Adam, you're sure you want this? With me?" I asked, still frazzled at the kiss.

"I only want you, and we can learn how to love each together, right?" He said, so innocent but so willing.

"Yes, we can," I smiled.

"I heard of this thing called cuddling and it sounds nice. Can we do that too?"

I gave him a soft kiss, "for however long you want."

[tumbling-darkling]

The candles in the circle flared a bright and brilliant green, the lines of the blood drawn circle lighting up the same hue as Nightwing and the bats of Gotham were held back by the cultists.

They were too late.

For weeks, there had been a series of disappearances and summons, monsters of various kinds being brought into Gotham and causing death and destruction. While the Gotham knights had been able to quickly locate and fight the creatures coming through, they weren’t easy battles. The beasts had unique power sets, each one showing different kinds of abilities in powerful ways.

They also were aware that all of the beasts were connected based on a common ability they all shared otherwise: they all held abilities similar to martians. While each creature they took down had unique abilities, they all shared the ability to fly, turn invisible, or go through solid objects. The knights had been lucky that the intangibility was not permanent, that the creatures needed to be solid to land hits, and with precise timing could eventually be taken down.

Red Robin had been able to analyze the first beast the group encountered and create a containment cell that the creatures couldn’t phase through, but it had taken a lot of time and effort, as well as a few escaped beasts when they also realized they needed something else to limit their extended abilities after the beasts tore apart the cell through other means.

The bats were exhausted, and had only recently managed to find the source, but it was too late by the time they located the cultists. Based on the information they gathered, they had been building up what was described as ‘ectoplasm’ in the area with all the summonings, their end goal being to summon a supposed ‘Pariah Dark’. A king of ghosts. Tyrant of the undead. They believed that by giving the ghost king Gotham, he would reshape the living world into a paradise and spare them the fire he would use to rebirth the planet.

It was insane.

And the bats were too late.

The cultist were aware that the bats where on their tail, they set up traps and percautions, all of Nightwings brothers and sisters were incapacitated or trapped, even Batman had been restrained in the middle of the circle. ‘A knight as a sacrifice’ the cultists had whispered.

Was this it?

Was he going to watch his father die and be unable to stop it?

This couldn’t be it…

It couldn’t!

The bright green lights began to get more intense, so much that Nightwing couldn’t look directly at the circle any longer.

Then the light snapped off, a blast of mist erupting from the circle and shrouding the room, dropping the temperature and even leaving frosty tips on clothes and hair. Nightwing carefully focused on the circle, expecting Batman to be nothing more than pieces and a beast to stand over him, blood ok it’s maw as it got ready to burn the world down to ash.

Instead, he spotted two shadowed figures within the mist, Batman still recognizable in a similar position as before, and a lankier figure… floating above him.

Then the mist blasted away as if a huge gust of wind chased it from the centre of the room… and revealed his older brother being the floating figure.

Daniel James Fenton, originally Daniel James Grayson, was floating above Batman with a hand outstretched, a very surprised look on his face as he made eye contact with Nightwing.

He looked like how he always looked, his hair an absolute mess of tangles that was pushed to the side, pale blue eyes like crystals that held both kindness and a hidden danger within them, a NASA hoodie covered in holes from being constantly worn, torn jeans with dark stains, and rough hands that belonged to a fighter. All packed into a 6’4 lanky giraffe of a man, who sometimes looked more like the wind could knock him over based on his horrible eating habits. Danny had been raised away from Dick, and he only discovered he had an older brother about 8 years ago, reconnecting with him and slowly building a bond with him and his older sister.

But he never knew his brother was some sort of Meta.

Danny glanced down at Batman, then back up to Nightwing, and finally his eyes trailed to the rest of the restrained Bats, “Either this is a weird dream or someone tried to do something stupid.”

“Oh great, who messed up the summoning circle?” One of the cultists complained, catching Danny’s attention.

“Summoning? Who were you summoning?”

“Quiet, ghost!” A cultist hissed. “Go cause some chaos or something while we figure out how to summon the dark king!”

Ghost? What did that cultist mean, ghost?

Danny’s eyes instead brightened, a familiar mischief dancing in them as he grinned, slowly floating to the ground and letting his feet touch the ground. “Oh, the dark king? Did nobody tell you?” Danny asked with a tilt of his head, and suddenly Nightwing noticed frost spreading from his brothers feet with every step he took towards the cultists, “the infinite realm has been under new management for the past decade! The dark king is no longer the king, and gets to spend eternity in nap time!”

The cultists exchanged confused looks before one brave one spoke up, “then who is the new king?”

“You summoned him!” Danny laughed. But it echoed in an unnatural way, and there was a new burst of light that erupted from his brother, light engulfing his entire form before dispersing and revealing he changed.

White hair replaced the black hair, whiter than snow itself and even slightly glowing in the low light, he wore a black lightly armoured suit with white accents, a black cape hanging off his shoulders and drifting in non existent wind that also seemed to affect his hair. Inside the cape seemed as if Danny had taken the night sky and sewn it into the cape itself. His skin became a deep blue, green flecks speckled his cheeks and nose, his eyes now black with toxic green irises that glowed in a menacing way in the dark of the warehouse. Around his neck seemed t be a crown, but as if the aurora borealis had been forged into one. His teeth were sharper to match his sharpened grin, his ears pointed, and the air around him sent off a chill that settled into everyone’s bones.

“You know, I’ve noticed a few of my subjects have been going missing. I couldn’t seem to find them when I went looking where they usually would be. But they must be here, thanks to your little stunts.”

“Y-you’re the king?” A cultist stuttered.

“Forgive us for not realizing-!”

“Please, we have set up offerings! Sacrifices!”

Nightwing was shoved forward just as the rest of his team was, and Danny frowned at the act.

“You think this is what I want?” He asked with a tilt of his head.

The cultists began to shift uneasily, “well… the books said to appease the king, we must spread death and ectoplasmic destruction.”

The crown flared, “did you kill people? In my name?”

The cultists flailed, “well, of course! It’s to give you more power-!”

It was if the lights went out, darkness engulfing the warehouse like a deep dark wave. Screaming was heard in the dark, and Nightwing couldn’t do anything but listen.

As fast as it began, it was over. The light returned, and Danny, no longer glowing and terrifying, was knelt next to Batman, undoing his restraints as he set him free.

The cultists were nowhere in sight.

The moment Danny had finished freeing Batman, he stepped over to Nightwing, and easily set him free from his own restraints, easily standing back with a carefree smile like he didn’t just admit to being the king of the dead. “Sorry if I freaked you out, Dickie. Just had to put on a fancy show to make sure those idiots don’t try to pull anymore of those stunts.”

Nightwing froze.

“You…?”

Danny grinned, that mischievous glint returning to his eyes, “know? I’ve known since the day we met. Why do you think Bruce and your family keeps managing to avoid death?”

[ornii]

Could I request Wednesday with a male reader who's invisible? Maybe she's lamenting about not being able to actually see him.

Funny Enough I have something like this! They’re somewhat invisible but it would be better to call them a—

Ghost

Wednesday Addams X Male Reader

The sky was dark, blacker than usual. It was most likely due to the blood loss. Nevermores ground was seeped in your blood, You lied on the hard cold ground of nevermore, dying. A single stab wound to the stomach. You felt numb, cold, the rain slowly began to land on the ground and begin to welt on the earth, you slowly began to fade into the dark, before your eyes locked into one person, you couldn’t remember his name, only his last name is what was screaming into your brain.

“Gates.” You barely mutter, before it all went away. Death is an experience very very few can tell you about, due to how complicated it all is. But one thing is for certain, it isn’t always the end. As it was made plainly clear to you, 32 Years later.

Wednesday Addams. She sat in a dark room, dimly lit by candles around her as she held onto a black stone, reciting a dark chant into a hushed whisper. Her room door opens suddenly, knocking the candle lights out and calmly illuminating a single being beyond the door, Wednesday’s vision was limited by the smoke and dark but it sees she has her answer. Expecting her spectre, she was very disappointed to see it was her bubbly roommate, Enid Sinclair. Enid noticed that she was interrupting.. whatever Wednesday was doing.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt your… Uh, do I even want to know?” Enid flatly gave up.

“I was reaching into the black maw of death to contact a relative.” Wednesday explained in her calm but deadpanned demeanor.

“Feels very on-brand for you.” Enid replies, walking over she noticed a name etched to the wood. Goody.

“You have a relative named Goody?” She inquired.

“She was one of the original outcasts.!Been attempting to summon her, but she seems to be ignoring my entreaties.” Wednesday explains.

“Oh, you thought about using one of my!scented candles? The aroma of steak tartare is to die for.” Enid offers and Wednesday folds her arms.

“Very.. hard pass. I just need to keep knocking, she will answer.” Wednesday said, confident, Enid was less so.

“Well, you might think you’ll invite someone you.. don’t want?” Enid said.

“Like you?” Wednesday always had. Knock for antisocial behavior.

“Funny. But I’m being serious, I heard from our Divinity teacher that opening a door on the other side might be hard to close.” Enid was obviously concerned for Wednesday, but little did she know, the door has already been breached.

In the void, an Empty darkness, You had awoken back up, but you could only see darkness, touching your face you felt nothing, as if you were and weren’t there at the same time. As this happens, night has crept up on Nevermore and the students are all sleeping in their dorms. Enid wasn’t, as the idea of a ghost haunting her room has kept her up, Wednesday was absolutely unbothered.

She peers from under her pink bed sheets to look around again, Enid hears the crack of a door and her eyes quickly dart over to the balcony door they have, a miasma of blue mist slowly emulated from the door, pouring in and Enid immediately was tossed into a panic, she hides under the covers, and then peeks out to a shadow, somehow standing outside. She covers her mouth before she could scream. She peeked over to Wednesday in a toss.

“Wednesday!! Wednesday!!!” She said, in fear and a whisper. Wednesdays eyes opened like a reanimated corpse.

“Enid, if you are waking me up at this time for something trivial—“ Wednesday started but Enid, on the verge of tears points to the balcony, Wednesday looks over as the shadow silenced her anger, it worked.

You rubbed your nonexistent eyes into the shadows began to fade, and you stood on the balcony of Nevermore, ironically enough it gave you the perfect view of where you died. In that ground, and for a moment your friends eyes flash before you. You looked at your hands, translucent and a loss of color, as if you came out of a photo from the 70’s. You had no real feeling in your body but you could sense someone’s presence. You calmly put your hands in your nonexistent pockets and turned around to face the approaching figure, your eyes lock with hers and you came face to face with a girl who looked almost as dead as you, pale skin, oddly deep black abyss eyes, and the cutest nose, but you pushed that last part to the back of your head. She was a mystery girl to you, it was obviously pretty awkward for the both of you. You decided to break the ice by asking arguably the dumbest question you could.

“Can I help you?” You said, the moment the words exited your lips you realized how dumb that sounded. She didn’t acknowledge your screw up and eyed you up and down.

“Are you meant to lead me in my ethereal conversation with Goody?” She asked, you had idea what the hell she was talking about.

“Goody?” You asked, confused. The girl looks away giving you a side eye.

“I suppose this is what Enid meant.” She then turned back to you, “I suppose I’ll be forced to exorcise you back to the depths of Hell.” She said plainly as if that isn’t going to be an absolutely painful experience.

“Or you don’t do that.” You suggest.

“Why not? You serve no purpose on helping me contact Goody Addams.”

Addams. That last name clicked something off in your brain, and it began to work its magic, you noticed that the girl is, oddly familiar looking. You leaned in as she took a step back, your translucent eyes glaze all over her.

“Hm.. you do look familiar.” You said, and she squints.

“That’s particular, because I do not know you.” She responds defensively.

“Yeah, you look like Morticia.” You said snapping your fingers, you knew you recognized the nose. “It’s the button nose and hair. I knew it looked familiar.”

“I unfortunately share the same genetics with my mother.” She admits, and the word mother hit you in the face like a baseball bat through your skull.

“Mother? You’re…” you trail off, unsure of how to feel. “Is your dad.. Gomez?” You asked, actually afraid of the answer.

“Yes.” She replies, and you for a moment for an odd psychosis of reality bending. You caught yourself and was in disbelief.

“I can’t believe those two.” You stammered. The girl raised an eyebrow. “What has you so enamured?” She slightly pouted.

“Because I know those two. They’re alive.” You jaded relief in your heart, happy that this wasn’t the end for them. The Mystery Girl was becoming less of a Mystery now.

“You knew my parents? How?” She asked and you showed your Old Nevermore uniform, and it clicks for her.

“Classmates.” The muttered.

“Long Story, but I know them.. I was just worried about what happened to them after…” you thought hard about it, after The Gates planned such a heinous crime.

“That’s not important… if you want to exorcise me, so be it.” You said, the girl hesitates before answering.

“Actually you might be of… some use.”

“..Huh..” you thought. “Okay.. how?” You asked.

“I could use an extra pair of eyes..especially ones that cannot be seen. Wednesday Addams.” She said, you gave her your name in return and accepted.

“That’s.. fine by me.” You mutter, you offer a handshake. “Deal?” You said, smirking. She doesn’t go for it. “I’m not an idiot I know you’d just phase though my hand.” She said blankly.

“Heh, your dad always thought it was funny.” You said, putting your hands in your pockets. “So… should I introduce myself to the girl cowering in those pink bedsheets?” You asked.

“Why bother with Enid?”

“Because she can see me, and it would be more civil.” You said and walk past Wednesday, you step into the room and hear the cowering in the bed. You stroll over and hear whimpering under it. “Oh, I must have startled you.. I’m sorry.” You knelt down to her bedside.

“Excuse me? Could, we talk?” You asked.. you waited as she slowly opened her covers to see her beautiful blue eyes. You smile and trying to look the least bit intimidating.

“Hello there, I’m sorry if I scared you.. didn’t mean to. I promise I’m not here to haunt your room or your roommate.” You reassure her, the girls eyes looked you up and down and she slowly sat up out of her bed.

“So, you aren’t gonna possess us?” She said. You raised an eyebrow wondering if you can even do that. “Of course not. I promise. I’m a family friend of Wednesday.” You said, The girl looks more relieved.

“That makes more sense.” She says, and leans in to whisper, “Shes.. really unique.” Enid said, which made you smile. “She definitely is.” You turned back to Wednesday who was a bit unsure about you, but now more confident.

“So.. what do you need help with exactly?” You asked, and Wednesday gave you a pretty harrowing answer.

“What do you know.. about the Gates family?” She said, a flurry of dark painful emotions poured into your soul and although you had no physical body the anger you felt was human, it was real.

“A lot.. and good riddance to them, because they’re the reason I’m dead.” You said in a haunting whisper.

“Interesting, we’ll have to converse more about this tomorrow, but tonight I must sleep, you may leave.” She orders.

“Leave.. where?” You reply. “It’s not like I can go back. And why would I need to leave anyway?” You ask, Wednesday looks past you.

“Because you’d be creeping late at night in a dorm with two girls.” She responds, which You didn’t have much of a response to.

“Well.. when you put it like that… fine.” You give in and walk to the door, calmly phasing though the door and sitting at the other side of the hall. You stare at the door, knowing that when it opens the next morning that this will be an adventure that you would have never expected to be a part of.

[tadpolesonalgae]

Werewolf!Cassian x reader: Full Moon[*]

A/N: I hope this makes you as happy as it made me :)

Warnings: oral (f receiving), smut, monsterfucking, slight impact play

Word Count: 2,800 (on the dot!!)

A cool breeze brushes up your calves, making you shiver; press deeper into his fur.

“Cold?”

Your spine tingles, having nothing to do with the night air. His voice is deeper, slightly warped to carry an animalistic growl lacing every letter. Fingers thread through the thick, dark fur, leaning down, so your front is pressed to the nape of his neck, chin propped up between his ears. “Not anymore.”

His laugh rumbles through you, cooking up something hot and syrupy between your thighs. Spine arches a little, lips quirking helplessly. “We’re almost there,” he reassures, continuing silently through the woods, prowling between the thick evergreens. Silvery moonlight catches on the pinecones, making them glitter—dusted with frost.

Tendrils of mist curl from your mouth, making his ears twitch as the hot air hits them. You laugh at the reaction, raising one hand to scratch at their backs. A low purr resounds from his chest, thighs squeezing his sides in mutual pleasure. “I love your fur, you know,” you mumble softly, fingers playing with him roughly. Another purr growls from his maw; your lips stretch into a smile.

With your front pressed directly onto him, and the cloak sealing in his heat, you’re baking. Cooking pleasantly while the chilly night air licks at your ankles, playing with the hem of your dress. “Where are you taking me, again?” You ask, shifting to get comfortable. Muscle ripples beneath you with each silent paw forward, and with your ear pressed against him, you can pick out the steady beat of his heart.

“Patient,” he reminds, head raising as if to look at you. “Good things come to those who keep their mouths shut,” he purrs, mirth clear in his voice.

“I thought you liked my mouth, Cassie,” you tease, grinning in the night air, pressing yourself closer so there’s no way he can’t feel the swell of your breasts. You’re rewarded with a rough growl, hands and thighs gripping tighter as he leaps across a stream, mist curling up from the water.

The trees open up into a small clearing, that in turn leads to a cliff face. You blink, not quite believing your eyes, then sit up straighter. “Cassian…” you breathe, “what is this place?”

“I thought you’d like it,” he replies, tail swishing behind him in the knee length grass. “Now behave and hop off.” Lips quirk at his tone, swinging one leg over his back, sliding off once he’d settled low.

Hesitantly, you wander near the ledge, keeping a safe distance as you peer out across the world. Lights pull into constellations in the distance, showing small settlements and villages dotted across the grassland. The clouds are pillowy and silver, softened by moonlight, stars twinkling in the night sky.

“It’s beautiful,” you murmur, turning to peer at him, hazel already watching you. “How did—” You fumble for words, looking back across the world. “How did you even find a place like this?”

Cassian prowls up beside you, shifting into the form you’d met him in. Strong arms wrap around your ribcage, hands grazing beneath your breasts in a show of affection. “I take it you like this,” he chuckles, squeezing softly, careful not to hurt. “It’s amazing,” you reply, craning your neck to peer up at him. “Perfect.”

Arms release you, slowly moving to your hips as he turns you around, keeping you pressed tight. “Good,” he purrs, hazel eyes gleaming with hunger, moonlight softening the planes of his features. “You deserve perfect.” His head dips, lips parting over your own, and you melt into him. Spine curves, hips press close, tongue strokes the roof of your mouth.

A sound of need works its way up the back of your throat, hands moving to tangle in his hair, desperate to have him closer. He growls in response, fingers tracing your spine, reaching its base. Grips your ass, teeth grazing your lip as he squeezes, hips bucking. Hand threads in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your throat, canines grazing the smooth column.

“Cassian…” you breathe, clinging onto the male before you, soaking in his heat and pleasure. Lips quirk against your skin, “manners, sweetheart.” Fangs nip, and you gasp, spine arching. “You’re such a dick,” you whisper, laughter clear in your voice. Hot breath puffs over the expanse of your shoulder as he mirrors your reaction, the deep timbre of his mirth making need bubble beneath your skin.

“That’s no way to speak to me,” he laughs. “I thought you wanted this.” Hands grip your hips, pulling you tight against him, allowing you to feel the shape of his arousal. Just like that, fight disintegrates, indignation leaving your body as you flush. “I do,” you pant. “Give it to me.”

He lands a harsh spank to your ass, making you yelp, then glare at him, arousal clear in your scent. “I thought I told you to learn some damn manners, sweetheart. How can you expect me to reward bad behaviour?” He tugs you further from his mouth, making you whine. “What do you want?” You breathe, dark hazel locking with your own gaze.

A smirk graces his mouth and your knees go weak, muscles having trouble keeping you upright. Eyes flick over your shoulder, “go lie down for me.”

Cassian releases you; you blink. Confused.

His tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth in reprimand, heat liquidating in the pit of your stomach. Reluctantly, you move out of his warmth, wrapping your cloak tighter to your body, hastily choosing a nice spot in the grass. Lower to the ground. Watch him expectantly.

“Better,” he drawls, male arrogance gleaming in his sharp eyes. “You can be good after all.” Teeth push into your lip, forcing yourself not to snap a retort. Satisfaction glitters down the bond; you shiver. Pleasure pooling. Grin turns a little feline as he begins prowling forward. “Now, sweetheart,” he begins, and you watch, blood heating as he shifts slightly before you eyes. “Open up for me.”

Breath catches in your lungs as you figure his intentions. Why he’s transforming to that partially bestial form. Why that hunger is so prominent. And you’re utterly at its mercy.

Throat rolls, heart spikes, thighs spread. Lips twist at your obedience, canines far more prominent, nails sharpened into claws that scrape across your skin as he arrogantly settles between your legs. Hooks them over his broad shoulders. “We’re far away from any kind of civilisation,” he growls lowly, your toes curling, chest rising and falling with anticipation. “Don’t be afraid to get a little more vocal.”

Insides turn molten, the last thoughts leaving your head.

Canines snag on the band of your underwear, cotton burning your skin as he slowly tears it from your hips, leaving you naked and glistening before him. Mouth prone to attack. Arms tremble with the force of keeping your upper half elevated, wanting desperately to see—to watch everything he’s about to do.

“Please, Cassian,” you moan softly, ankles crossing at his back, trying to pull him closer—deeper to your heat. Tongue laps over his lower lip, roughened by the partial transformation, spine tingling at the sight. And how is he ever supposed to resist?

Heavy breath gushes from your mouth as he lays the flat of his tongue over your clit, swiping over it in a teasing motion, making you buck upward, whining at the stimulation. The bumps are ever so slightly more pronounced than on a human tongue, raised almost explicitly for your pleasure, to add that edge of roughness.

He’s returning for more almost instantly, the hot, wet muscle pressing against your entrance, licking and lapping as he sets to work on pulling you apart. So you can know the stars are watching as you come on his tongue.

His cock stiffens at the thought alone.

You curse under your breath as his tongue slides into you, curling deeper than your own fingers can reach. Eyes roll back, falling onto your forearms as he pushes inside your heat. Thighs spread further, inviting him closer—until his nose is pressed flush to your clit.

“Cassian…” you pant, finally collapsing down into the grass, staring up into the inky sky, splattered with twinkling lights. “Cassian, please…oh gods…” Vision blurs, heat overwhelming your body as his thumb drags over the sensitive bud, claw lightly grazing your inner thigh. Swiping back and forth, leisurely stroking you to the beat of your heart. Lower lip wobbles, breaths gasping, legs locking over his shoulders.

He purrs, powerful, sporadic vibrations coating his tongue, bordering on a sinful, low laugh. Dark dots blink across your gaze, back bowing from the ground, the wet muscle curling against a sensitive spot that he knows makes you weak. Steadily presses agains it, rubbing the rough flat of his tongue over it, abusing it until you’re trembling; on the verge of coming apart.

Nipples peak beneath your cloak, teeth prodding into your lip with pleasure, coil tightening with the stimulation. Toes curl as you squeeze your eyes shut, skin bubbling with heat, soaring higher, and higher, and—

You whimper when his tongue retracts, hands leaving your skin feeling cold and empty. Eyes fly open, searching to locate him. The smug bastard is grinning, settling back on his heels as he watches you. Tongue laps over his mouth, bringing more of your taste.

“Cassian,” you whimper, “come back here.” Thighs open for him, hazel licking up over your heat, hot and messy from his attention. Arousal begs to be itched, but he stays where he is, simply enjoying you squirm for no other reason than to get off on how badly you need him. He is instrumental to your pleasure. The foundation it is built upon.

Skittishly, you push up on one hand, the other settling between your thighs.

The second the pad of your middle finger locates your clit, he growls sharply, making you jerk, toes curling.

“You want to feel good, sweetheart?” He drawls, allowing himself to fall back into the grass, palms pressed flat to the ground. All lethal grace and fluid movement. “Come up here and make yourself feel good.”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, you’re scrambling forward, clumsily crawling over to him. Sharp hazel gleams with satisfaction as he grips your jaw between his hands, slanting his mouth over your own, sharing the flavour of your arousal. You nearly collapse on top of him from pleasure, muscles spasming as you’re caught between wanting his mouth on your own, and having it between your legs.

Cassian saves you the decision when he pulls back, saliva connecting you. Lands a firm spank to your behind, spurring you into action as you crawl up his body. Large hands guide your thighs either side of his head, so you’re encompassing his view. Before you’re even had a chance to sit yourself down, his tongue is flicking over you, pleasure zapping your clit at the texture.

Legs spread, allowing him to pull you down onto his mouth.

Eyes roll back, head tipping, a loud moan spilling form you as his inhuman tongue presses into you, fills you up. Curls against the spots again, targeting them with punishing intent. Hips swirling over his face, surely soaking him in arousal. You know it pleases him. Just as it does for you when he spills into your mouth, splattering across your lips and cheeks. How he likes it when you scoop it up on your fingertips, lapping at it, keeping his gaze locked with your own.

Right now, your hands thread in his hair. Fumble. Fall forward, palms splaying in the grass as you wind your hips over him, recreating the movements of when you’re riding his cock—having him buck up into your cunt, touching the places that make you sob. His nose bumps your clit repeatedly, intentional on his part, and the loudest moan yet breaks from your chest.

Thighs tremble and spasm as he works you through the high, allows you to sink your weight onto him without worry of hurting him. Cassian’s own mind goes blank as he feels you fluttering around him, tasting the shift in your flavour, the concentration of pleasure making him buck his hips. He needs to put himself inside you, needs to have you screaming and begging for more.

Before the waves have even fully subsided, he’s roughly flipping you onto the ground, pinning you to the grass as his hands fumble with the ties of his trousers. Your hips buck as the aftershocks begin to fade too quickly, and you reach for him, clawing at the air desperately. “Cass…Cassie…” You pant, air curling from your lips in the cool night wind. “Cassian— Please!”

His tip presses to your entrance, a sharp growl splitting form his throat as his canines grow, pupils dilating. Snarling as his body shifts to fit perfectly with your own.

Spine bows from the grass as you feel him slide into you, pushing you into the ground as his hips meet the backs of your thighs. Lips part in a silent moan, arms wrapping over his broad shoulders, fingers threading in his hair. “Cassian…oh my gods…”

He snarls a rough laugh, becoming more beastly than human. “That’s it,” he growls roughly. “Take every damn inch. Feel that?” His hand splays across your lower abdomen, feeling where the skin lifts to accompany his size. Tears well at your lashes, hips bucking wildly as you urge him to move, to slam into you, to fuck you until you’re up with the stars, too.

“Cassian, please…gods, please…” Hot streams of salty water spill down your cheeks, ankles crossing as you pull him deeper, both of you groaning at the pleasure.

The muscles in his arms flex as he draws back, and slams back in. Not even giving you the chance to prepare.

Breath whooshes from your lungs, and you might have screamed. Nails scrape at the skin of his back, strength rippling beneath your fingertips as he pounds into you, the softest brush of fur silkily grazing your thighs whenever he presses all the way in.

It’s different from how he’s taken you before—you can feel more of him. In this form, you have access to everything about him. The soft hairs dusting his lower abdomen, leading down to his cock, how it swells abnormally beneath the tip, how he uses it to abuse that poor spot over and over.

Tears stream from your eyes, teeth scrape your throat, grazing a patch between your neck and shoulder, before stamping in his mark. One of your hands threads in his hair, head twisting to the side to make room for him, legs widening so he can do whatever he wants. His own move to your hips, satisfied with the bitemark he’s printed on your skin, angling them higher—raising them from the ground.

A cry pulls from your chest at the position. How deep he can go while his fingertips dig into the softness of your hips and waist, keeping you steady as he uses you to his pleasure.

Heat buzzes between your legs, hands grappling for something to hold onto as he pounds your sensitive sex, treating her so roughly you could scream from how good it feels.

The euphoria builds, multiplying so rapidly it completely knocks you off your feet when your orgasm crashes down. His name chants on your lips, a series of pleads and prayers as your eyes go wide, back arching to the full moon as your head tips back into the grass. Thumb gently rolls over your clit, careful not to overwhelm you and cut it short. He needs to feel you spasming around him for as long as possible.

Cassian curses under his breath, swearing viciously as he grinds his hips against your own, spurting into you. Letting you feel all of it. The hot, thick liquid spilling inside your heat, Cassian making sure it’s tucked deep inside, unable to resist the primal urge to stuff you full until you’re as satisfied as he is.

Heavy pants fill the open clearing, limbs tangled together, joined in a hot mess of release.

It takes you minutes to remember words, and that’s too long for him to wait, set on pulling orgasm after orgasm from your body. Already hardening again against your sensitive walls, making you whimper with a mix of fear and anticipation.

Teeth push into your lip as he starts up all over again, working you to that edge, thumb swiping over your clit despite the sensitivity that makes your thighs tremble. You already knew it was going to be a long night, but only now is the realisation dawning on you. What kind of mess you’ve gotten into with him.

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Made this for one of my classes

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ART TRADE WITH @chaosbeetlefrontiers RAAAGGHGGGGGG

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[longwuzhere]

Here are some cool Easter eggs that I found the newest My Adventures with Superman episode, "My Interview with Superman" Links to my first two easter egg posts for episode 1 and 2 are here and here.

Link to my episode 4 easter egg post is here

Link to my episode 5 easter eggs post is here

Link to my episode 6 easter eggs post is here

Link to my episode 7 easter eggs post is here and here

Link to my episode 8 easter eggs post is here

Link to my episode 9 easter eggs post is here

Link to my episode 10 easter eggs post is here SPOILERS if you have not seen the episode of course:

We start off the episode with an Amazo Tech blimp crashing into a building in Metropolis

You don't see a lot of blimps in Metropolis. Gotham is usually the one with a lot of blimps flying around. If you saw the episode on Adult Swim when it premiered on air you'll know that the next episode involved Professor Anthony Ivo and Amazo Tech. Throughout the previous episodes and this one, the Amazo Tech brand is shown to set up next week's episode. After the scene we go to a break in at Stryker's Island (more on that location later) as we see one of the villains for the episode Mist...

and one of his partners...

Rough House who are trying to break out...

Shiobhan McDougal. If you know your Superman comics, you'll also know here as Silver Banshee.

Kyle/Mist is a VERY old DC supervillain from the 1940s who first appeared in Adventure Comics #47 (1941) as the arch villain to Starman. Mist's design in the comics is RADICALLY different from the show.

MAwS modernized Mist's design compared to here in these comics panels (W: Alfred Bester, P&I: Jack Burnley, C: Raymond Perry, L: Betty Bentley). In the comic Mist's power allows him to turn his body into a gaseous form thus the name. MAwS uses Mist as someone who can turn himself and objects invisible (lowkey when Mist showed up I was like "is that Luminus from Superman the Animated Series?") Fun fact in the comic, we don't know what Mist's last name is. All we know is that his name is Kyle and in the show that is what Rough House calls him on accident but at least he has a last name, McDougal in MAwS.

Rough House makes his first appearance in Adventures of Superman #544 (1997) (W: Karl Kesel, P: Stuart Immonen, I: José Marzán Jr., C: Glenn Whitmore & Digital Chameleon, L: Albert DeGuzman) where we see him rip open a door with his bear hands as a member of Intergang (more on them later).

Siobhan McDougal aka Silver Banshee makes her first appearance here in Action Comics 595 (cover by John Byrne). In the comics Silver Banshee's powers are a lot different than how MAwS does it. Comics Silver Banshee has the Banshee Curse giving her powers like flight, super strength, a death stare, and of course her signature thing, the Death Wail, a sonic scream that can knock someone into a coma or it outright kills them. The version in the show gives Silver Banshee her signature sound manipulation powers through a mask...

which kind of invokes her comic counterpart's skull face design.

Mist and Rough House break into Stryker's Island to free Mist's sister Silver Banshee (in the comics Mist and Silver Banshee have no familial connection). Stryker's Island makes its first appearance in Superman #9 (1987) (W&P: John Byrne, I: Karl Kesel, C: Tom Ziuko, L: John Costanza) where Joker arrives in Metropolis to challenge Superman. Stryker's Island is supposed to be a stand in for Riker's Island in New York even though there is a Riker's Island in the DC Universe because Metropolis is often a reflection of New York City.

The next Easter egg is the scene after where Lois name drops Waid's Cafe as a reference to...

Mark Waid, one the best writers in the comic book industry. In terms of DC work, you might recognize his writing credit on Flash with artist, Brian Augustyn (we miss you Brian), Kingdom Come with painter, Alex Ross, and Superman Birthright with artist, Leinil Yu (highly recommend checking out all three titles). He's also currently writing for Batman/Superman: Worlds Finest with artist Dan Mora, which I also HIGHLY recommend reading. Fantastic writer, super nice person if you ever meet him at a convention.

Later, Jimmy is heard screaming "back you monsters" and we see some more of the Daily Planet staff...

From left to right its Cat Grant (doing the anime high society lady laugh), who runs the celebrity and gossip side of the paper, Steve Lombard, who reports on sports, and Ronnie Troupe, the investigative journalist on the team. Their names were mentioned in the previous episode after taking Lois, Jimmy, and Clark's credit for the Superman piece.

Cat Grant make her first appearance here in the Adventures of Superman #424 (1987) (W: Marv Wolfman, P: Jerry Ordway, I: Mike Machlan, C: Tom Ziuko, L: John Costanza) as a potential love interest to Clark to shake up the Clark-Lois-Superman dynamic. You might've seen her in the live action CW Supergirl show. Like in MAwS, in the comics Cat does the gossip columns writing for the Daily Planet.

Steve Lombard makes his first appearance in Superman #264 (1973) (W: Cary Bates, P: Curt Swan, I: Murphy Anderson) as a foil to Clark Kent. Steve acts very brash and rude to contrast Clark's mild manner and friendly demeanor. Later iterations of Steve give him the mustache that becomes part of his signature design.

In MAwS, Ronnie Troupe is a gender swap of Ron Troupe in the comics who makes his first appearance in the Adventures of Superman #480 (1991) (this page specifically, W: Jerry Ordway, P: Tom Grummett, I: Denis Rodier, C: Glenn Whitmore, L: Albert DeGuzman). Like his MAwS counterpart, Ron is an investigative journalist and very level headed. He was the first to break the story about Cyborg Superman meeting the then PoTUS, Bill Clinton.

A news report on TV in the Daily Planet shows Bethany Snow of Channel 52 News reporting about the break out in Stryker's Island. The logo for Channel 52 News reminds me very much DC's 2005 logo.

As for Bethany Snow and Channel 52 News, Bethany made her first appearance in the New Teen Titans #22 (1982) (W: Marv Wolfman, P: George Perez, I: Romeo Tanghal, C: Adrienne Roy, L: Ben Oda) as a news reporter and follower of the Brother Blood cult.

Later iterations and retcons had Bethany Snow as just a reporter where she does the Channel 52 news in the back end of DC comic titles in 2013.

Freddie E. Williams II is the artist for these as Channel 52 was way to let readers know what is happening in other DC titles that they might want to check out with other DC characters reporters accompanying Bethany as seen in the promotional art with Vartox, Ambush Bug, and Calendar Man. Obviously MAwS redesigned Bethany Snow but they at least kept her occupation.

A quick one but we see Lois call Clark "Smallville" a nickname that has been used in various media involving Clark and Lois.

After news report on TV, we cut to Siobhan, Kyle, and Rough House in their hide out where they name drop their group name, Intergang.

In the comics and other media, Intergang is a world wide crime syndicate who is supplied with powerful high tech weaponry from the evil New Gods of Apocalypse, if you know your DC universe, that is everyone is Darkseid's circle. Intergang first appeared in Superman's Pal, Jimmy Olsen #133 (1970) created by LEGENDARY artist Jack Kirby.

Here in Forever People #1 (1971) (W&P: Jack Kirby, I: Vince Coletta, L: John Costanza), you can see they have direct contact with Darkseid. Originally led by Morgan Edge, later versions of Intergang had leadership change from Joe Danton to Max Danner. Post-crisis, Intergang is led by Bruno Mannheim (the Intergang boss that I am familiar with), his father Moxie Mannheim would later lead Intergang. Current continuity in DC has Bruno still be the leader of Intergang.

In the episode we learn that MAwS version of Intergang is very small time. Siobhan, Kyle, and Rough House rob convenience stores and make smash and grab runs. But maybe MAwS will move Intergang in the criminal syndicate direction in the future who knows.

After the Intergang scene we cut to Lois, Jimmy and Clark walking up to the front of Stryker's and Jimmy mentions something interesting about convincing the warden to spill on the government's... (read Jimmys quote in the screenshot to complete the sentence)

The term meta-human has its roots in the DC Universe if you did not know! The term was first used here in Invasion #1 (1988) (W: Keith Giffen and Bill Mantlo, P: Todd McFarlane, I: P. Craig Russell, C: Carl Gafford, L: Gaspar Saladino)

In the comic, the Dominators discover that certain humans have what is known as the meta-gene which grants them powers when under a lot of duress and so to test this they rounded up a group of humans and experimented on them with only 6 surviving who gained powers. The Dominators conclude that the human population must be eliminated or there will be a rise in meta-humans on Earth.

How does the government, according to Jimmy, connect to all this. is a possible nod to one of the plot points in Doomsday Clock where the idea that 90% of DC's meta-humans are from the US and they have been engineered by the government. This conspiracy, in the comic is known as the Superman Theory.

This here is one part of the back matter you can read at the end of Doomsday Clock # 5 (2018) (W: Geoff Johns, P&I: Gary Frank, C: Brad Anderson, Back Matter Design: Amie Brockway-Metcalf). Later the trio, specifically Lois, steals the warden's ID badge and were able to access where Siobhan was kept. On the ID the warden's name is Agatha Zorbatos, who's first appearance in the comics was in Batman #23.4 (2013), as the warden of Blackgate Penitentiary in Gotham

Obviously her design in the comic is drastically different from how she looks in the show. The one on your right is from Batman Eternal #4 (2014) (Story: Scott Snyder & James Tynion IV, Script: John Layman, Consulting Writers: Tim Seeley & Ray Fawkes, P: Dustin Nguyen (my favorite comic book artist of all time), I: Derek Fridolfs, C: John Kalisz, L: Rob Leigh).

At the climax of the episode we see more of the alien crystal that Superman encountered last episode from the tech that MAwS Intergang used and it strangely looked familiar. I wouldn't be surprised if the animation team were fans of Neon Genesis Evangelion especially with the way the robots were designed in the first part of episode one and here how the crystal reshapes itself like the angel Ramiel. Also since I'm at my 30 image limit here and I can't post anymore, I also want to point out that the poster that Siobhan has in her cell was a cat with the words "Believe it" over its head I like to believe that is a Naruto reference because the dub has Naruto say "believe it" all the time. I guess I'm gonna be doing the Easter Eggs and references for each episode so expect this to be a weekly thing. I hope you all enjoy my doing this If you made it down here and want to see my first two easter eggs and reference posts for episodes one and two are here and here.

My post of episode three's easter eggs is here

My post of episode five's easter eggs is here

My post of episode six's easter eggs is here

My post of episode seven's easter eggs is here and here

My post of episode eight's easter eggs is here

My post of episode nine's easter eggs is here

My post of episode ten's easter eggs is here