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HELLO <3 here we have one serving of tattoo artist!carmy, made hot to go, fresh this afternoon!!! i may have enjoyed writing this way too much, now i just wanna book more tattoos LMAO anyway ENJOY MWAH LOVE YOU!!!!!!! carmy x gn!reader (no mention of pronouns.) - Clarke xx

“I know a guy.” That’s what your friend had told you when you’d jokingly expressed a desire to get your first tattoo. But then she’d shot the ‘guy’ a message, right then, over brunch, and you’d almost choked on your food. Now, a week later, you were sitting anxiously at the aforementioned friend’s side on a shiny, velvet couch. Fingers drumming on your knees, you glanced at the clock. Four minutes until your session was meant to start.

Through the saloon-style doors, you could hear the overlapping drone of the equipment; you were no stranger to tattoo parlours, having been the support person for many of your friends, but today would be the first time you’d be in the chair, rather than in the waiting room. And this was a new place, a few blocks east of your apartment, but apparently the artist was awesome and charged lower rates because he’d only just opened the parlour.

“How do you know this guy again?” You whispered to your friend, trying to act like you weren’t freaking out a little.

“He did my spine a couple of weeks ago, and he’s so chill. Super hot, too, so that’s a bonus. Something to focus on rather than the sting, y’know? Real nice voice.”

You swallowed, unsure if that last tidbit of information was a good or bad thing. Your friend's phone buzzed in her pocket incessantly and she picked up, excusing herself, leaving you alone in the waiting area, swallowing your panic. For a moment, you considered following her, abandoning your reluctant post by the decorative, vintage globe of the world.

“You my next one?” The doors swung open with a squeak, ruining your escape plan, revealing a man with a messy head of curls and a tragically easy smile. He held his hand out and your gaze snagged on the tattoos on his knuckles before you took it, graciously, and he pulled you up off the couch.

“I think so, yeah,” you said, trying not to let your nervousness show, relishing in the somewhat soothing warmth of his palm.

“Awesome, just follow me through here and hop onto the second chair for me.”

You did as he asked, not even moving of your own accord, simply running on autopilot. He did have a nice voice. Goddamnit.

You swore you could feel the thudding of the bass-heavy music through the floor as you followed him through the parlour, gaze straying to the way his muscles in his back moved beneath the tight black shirt he wore. Once you got comfortable, the man settled down on a wheeled stool, sliding closer to you.

“Alright,” he fiddled with the equipment in his station, straightening the individually-packed needleheads, sifting through a few sheets of paper with various designs on them until he found the one he was looking for. The one you’d picked out after hours of trying to decide.

“First things first, my name’s Carmen.” He paired it with another soft smirk, and it put you at ease.

“Hi,” you said, and it came out embarrassingly breathily. Clearing your throat, you adjusted your position in the chair and offered him your name. It was hard to focus on much after that.

The softness of his touch as he held your wrist, twisting it slightly, so he could place the stencil. The way he looked up at you, a quiet demand to ‘relax for me’ slipping off his tongue like honey. The closeness as he leaned in, the buzz of the needle making your heart leap into your throat. The way his brow furrowed while he focused, carefully tracing the stencilled lines.

“Remember to breathe for me, darlin’.” His voice was a murmur. A quick glance, a locked gaze, a subtle check-in to make sure you were comfortable. “Feelin’ alright?”

“Yeah, fine.” It wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be, and it probably had something to do with the fact that you were completely and utterly distracted by Carmen. In fact, the sting was almost… soothing?

“Good. You’re doin’ really great, ‘m almost done.”

He was so close, haloed by the overhead light, and you couldn’t tear your gaze from him. His hand was so steady, so careful and practised, and you found your thoughts straying to places they shouldn’t go. Slowly, you crossed one leg over the other, and you could’ve sworn Carmen bit back a smirk.

He pulled back, setting the handpiece down. “There we go.”

There it was, permanent, on your skin. Glancing down at the fresh ink, you smiled. You hadn’t thought you’d love it so much, but it just looked… good.

“Suits you,” Carmen said, raising a conspiratorial eyebrow. “You better come back for more.”

Unable to focus, you could barely manage anything but a ‘thank you’ and an ‘I love it’ as he wrapped your arm in clingfilm, sealing it with a strip of tape. He’d drifted closer, and your knees loosely slotted together; just enough space between you to make you crave less of it.

As he walked you through the aftercare procedure, you found yourself staring at his lips, the way they curved around each word, and only the sudden ‘there you are, all tatted up!’ that announced the return of your friend snapped you out of it. Rising from the chair, blinking away the headrush after sitting for so long, you tried to ignore the searing imprint of his hand on your hip as he stood, too, steadying your stumbling frame.

“I’ll see you again, yeah?” He muttered so only you could hear it, leading you back into the waiting area so you could pay. And a sense of boldness welled up in your chest, and before you could hold them back, a string of words tumbled out.

“Only if you want to.”

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lizzyk137 · 3 months

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Getting It Right- Agent Gibbs X Reader (A Gibbs Fanfic)

Summary: Gibbs and you have finally decided to take the next step in your relationship and move in together, but having two small kids be too much to handle? Warnings: None, just pure fluff!

"The sunlight coming through this window is just gorgeous." You said, walking towards the opened window, the smell of pine trees and lilacs wafting through.

"Someone else used to say that." Gibbs mumbled under his breath, barely audible enough that you wondered if it was even said. You just looked back at him, giving him a small smile before making your way to small closet on the opposite wall.

Seeing what was inside was sad as you took in the worn suit jackets mixed in with the hanging hoodies, the smell of saw dust still lingering on them. "Do you know how sad your closet is?"

"No one has complained before."

"I find that hard to believe. I'm guessing you just ignore those comments."

Gibbs shrugged and you made your way back through the house to find yourself looking at the back door to the overgrown backyard. The yard was freshly mowed but the bushes and flower beds were overgrown and spilling onto the green grass. "Shannon kept it up, I never had the knack for keeping them alive."

You nodded, not knowing what to say. You never knew what to say when it came to Shannon and Kelly. You knew it was hard on Gibbs still and you knew nothing you said would make that hurt go away and you weren't sure that adding Jammie and Clark into the mix would make it hurt more.

You and Gibbs had been dating for over a year now and with your lease coming up and the landlord not sure if he would continue renting or selling the apartment complex, the two of you have decided to take your relationship to the next step. At first you hadn't even thought about moving in with him, not because you didn't want to, but you had two young kids and you knew how much that was to handle. You had been handling it on your own since they were born but when Gibbs had brought it up you decided to take a leap and go for it.

"You're going to have to lock the doors, you know."

"I know." His breath in your ear as he came from behind you, wrapping his arms around your torso. "I know that all my tools need to be put away in case they get into the basement, the porch railing needs to be fixed and the hole in the backyard needs to be filled. And I also know that you need to relax."

You turned around in his arms and sighed. "I know. It's just a big step and I want everyone to be comfortable. I know Jammie and Clark will love a big house to play in, but I worry it'll be too much to handle, and I don't want to lose you because of it."

"You won't lose me. I knew what I was signing up for when I suggested that you move in."

You nodded at his words before saying. "Oh, and the bathroom has some loose tiles."

You had finally moved everything in and got the kid's rooms set up and you were almost back to the house to show them their new home. You were tired but their sweet singing gave you the energy you needed to handle their playful energy until bedtime.

Gibbs was on a case, so you had moved in and gotten the rooms set up on your own. He tried to leave work to come help, but you declined knowing his work was more important than moving boxes. Clark and Jammie knew Gibbs, he had come over a few times during the day and had been present for early morning breakfast. They loved their time with him and were super excited to know they could see him even more now.

You pulled into the driveway and got them unbuckled before locking the car door. You held onto each of their hands as you made your way through the front yard and up the porch, each of them chatting away about what they saw. To your surprise the front door was unlocked, which worried you since you locked it on your way out. You cautiously opened the door, only to find Gibbs bounding down the stairs towards the door.

"Gibbs!" Jammie and Clark screamed as they raced towards him, tackling him into a big hug.

Gibbs showed them around the house, both of them getting excited with the backyard and the office turned playroom. After getting some dinner, you had bathed them and tucked them into bed, staying with them until you knew they were soundly asleep.

Gibbs was leaning against the doorframe watching you as you kissed each of their heads before you made your way over to him, hugging him tightly.

"It feels nice having the house lively again." He kissed your forehead before speaking again. "I know you're worried about me, but I'm happy that they're here. I'm happy that you're here."

"I'm happy to be here."

Gibbs had you in his arms as you slept soundly next to him, the day's events tiring you out. He had felt bad about leaving you with all of the work, but you were adamant about handling it all yourself. He didn't let you know but he was worried about the move. Not because of your sweet babies being around but because he was worried you would eventually realize he wasn't all that great, and you'd eventually leave. He held you tighter in his sleep, not wanting those fears to became reality.

He felt a cold hand on his back, and he turned around slowly, careful not to wake you up to find Clark sitting behind him, tears in his eyes. "What's wrong?" He opened his arm to hug Clark which he gladly accepted.

"I'm swared." He cried.

Gibbs stroked his hair before asking what made him scared.

"I don't know... where the potty is... and now my bed is all wet..."

Gibbs smiled slightly, knowing it was something he could fix. "How about you use your Mommy's bathroom tonight, okay? We'll fix your bed in the morning." Calrk nodded, his cries calming down as Gibbs showed him their ensuite bathroom then brought him back into bed to find Jammie curled up in your arms. He helped Clark into bed, Clark snuggling into Gibb's chest, falling asleep almost instantly.

Gibbs lifted his head from the pillow to look at your sleeping face facing him, Jammie and Clark sleeping between both of you. He smiled and placed his arm over all three of you, his eyes watering slightly at how happy he was to have all three of you with him.

Maybe this time he'll finally get it right.

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THE SUPERWOMAN FROM KRYPTON, FANART+FANFIC INTRODUCTION

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What would you think about an alternate universe with a female-Clark as Superwoman in the golden age?

Is the only main change in the classic canon together with her love interest, is not Earth-11, let's say is Eart-19...meet Clara Kent/Superwoman!

It's 1948, in Metropolis!

Up in the sky! Look! It's a bird? It's a plane? No! It's Superwoman!

Faster than a speeding bullet! More powerful than a locomotive! Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, this amazing stranger from the planet Krypton, The Woman of Steel: Superwoman!

Empowered with X-ray vision, possessing remarkable physical strength, Superwoman fights a never-ending battle for love, truth, and justice, disguised as a mild-mannered newspaper reporter, Clara Kent!

In a world plagued by the Cold War and mistrust, can Superwoman bring peace to the world while fighting for love, truth, justice, and the American way? Can she finally find a happy life with Louis Lane, the love of her life? Can she defeat Lex Luthor and the terrible ancient evil he is about to awaken?

You can download full free illustrated fanfic in pdf here! SUPERWOMAN FROM KRYPTON-FREE ILLUSTRATED FANFIC by lordmallory on DeviantArt or here https://drive.google.com/file/d/1XPh48B9_giTgDpnBXjRP-4Z4ksUU-WzR/view?usp=drive_link

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KALA-EL/CLARA JOSEPHINE KENT/SUPERWOMAN

BORN: Krypton, a moon in a distant galaxy. Formally 28/02/1918, SMALLVILLE, KANSAS

PROFESSION: ASSISTANT REPORTER

YEAR: 1948

PLACE: METROPOLIS (METROPOLIS COUNTY, NEW YORK)

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-Farmgirl, born Kansas 1918. No sisters nor brothers.

-Nicest girl in the office but very unfunny.

-Disappears without reason very often.

-Lives alone in a little flat and has a golden retriever dog called Krypto.

-Daddy issues. Her father didn't let her pursue a career as ballet dancer or swimmer (he didn't want her to take advantage of her powers) and died when she was 18.

-Former nurse during the war in the Pacific Ocean and in the Philippines.

-Loves children and dogs

-Tomboyish trails. Not quite elegant.

-Music-Hall fan, Katherine Hepburn and James Stewart fan

-Favorite books: Scarlet Pimpernel adventures, Jane Austen, Upton Sinclair and Virginia Wolf, somewhat eclectic.

-Amateur writer of children's stories, with characters such as DeeDog and the Komfy Dragon.

-She greatly admires her boss, Perry Weiss. A 1940s very liberal Republican style journalist, chief editor of the Daily Planet. She despises her deputy boss Cat Grant.

-Ambiguous relationship with her other boss Louis Lane. Clara has a good friendship with Louis and hides that she is very much in love with him. At the same time, she competes a lot with Mr. Lane and is annoyed by his political ideas and his paternalism.

-Strange friendship with young millionaire Bruce Wayne, something that is very surprising for the people in the Daily Planet newsroom.

-Always good scoops but never appears in the front line and too stubborn and independent to grow fast in the newspaper.

-Progressive quaker like her fathers.

-Civil rights supporter.

-Dislikes General McArthur, dislikes even more Lex Luthor

-Loves Eleanor Roosevelt but also Governor Dewey.

-Hates guns

-Supports unions, splits ticket between Metropolis Liberal Party and the two main parties. Politicians must be kind.

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SUPERHEROINE LIFE

-Superpowers: Flight, Super-Strength, Super-Speed, X-Ray Vision, Heat Vision, Enhanced Vision, Super-Hearing, Super-Breath, Freeze-Breath, High Invulnerability, Super-Stamina

-Can fly to a Mach 100 speed.

-Acts as Superwoman since October 1945.

-Defeated Zod invasion in July1946.

-Initial bad relationship with Batman but now close friends and allies. Together with Flash they conform the Justice League.

-Didn't act as Superwoman during the World War II because she was afraid of her powers. After the discovery of the Holocaust and the atomic bombs she decided to step in and showed herself to the world on autumn 1945.

-Worst enemy: Lex Luthor, heir of Nikola Tesla, rocket engineer & CEO of TELCORP (Tesla-Luthor Co.)

-Deeply in love with Louis Lane, who strongly rejects the superheroine.

-She hides her supersuit and cape under her normal clothes. The material is extraordinarily thin, flexible and resistant, and very easy to wear under normal clothing. Whenever someone needs Superwoman, she just needs to find an inconspicuous place, rip her shirt, unfold her cape and fly away at full speed.

-Widely admired.

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FAMILY & ORIGINS

The El family & Krypton

Krypton was a decadent civilization located on a moon near a large gaseous planet in the Orion belt, next to a green sun. In the past they had visited Earth and other planets expanding civilization, but their penchant for slavery, war, resource extraction and violence caused many of these projects to fail. Even in 10,500 BC the Kryptonians almost caused the terraforming of the Earth, melting the poles and destroying Atlantis and other civilizations, causing among other things the end of the Ice Age. Nearly 99% of humanity perished during that Kryptonian attack.

Over the centuries the Kryptonians lost the fuel necessary to travel across space and ended up confined to their planet, dedicated to warfare, genetic engineering-creating clones whose organs they needed to extend their lives-to pleasure and to exploiting the subsoil of their planet. The Kryptonians also established a dictatorship with a caste system based on genetic engineering and prohibited natural reproduction.

Jor-El and Lara were a couple of scientists critical of the system and supporters of the abolition of the caste system. They also fought against genetic engineering, violent repression, and the permanent destruction of the ecosystem. After a series of terrible earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, and gas outbursts, it became clear that Krypton's core was collapsing, due to the energetic drilling and magnetic energy used in Krypton's industry. The Planet was doomed but the ruling caste ignored it. Jor-El and Lara had a daughter, Kala-El in a natural way against all the rules of Krypton. Lara managed to manufacture a small ship capable of making a space jump to save her daughter from the end of Krypton. General Zod stole her design and managed to build a larger fleet of ships but Jor-El managed to sabotage them and send the fleet to the Phantom Zone, a black hole near Krypton.

Lara decided to send Kala to Earth, confident that the culture of this planet was much more hopeful and kinder, and less prone to the mistakes of Krypton than other distant inhabited planets closer to them. Jor-El preferred to send her to New Genesis, another distant inhabited planet, because there Kala would receive less radiation and develop less extraordinary abilities that would allow her to live a normal life, but eventually Lara convinced him. During her journey to Earth and her growing period under a yellow sun, Kala would develop wonderful powers and could live a long life in the service of mankind, rehabilitating Krypton's legacy.

Within hours of Kala's birth, she was placed in the small ship, accompanied by the robot guide Kelex, whose memory was imprinted with the consciousness of Jor-El and Lara, as well as nearly all of Krypton's cultural heritage. They included several Kryptonian artifacts inside, such as a nearly indestructible ceremonial female ancestral caped suit with the crest of the House of El on its chest.

The ship was launched just hours before Krypton's demise and travelled through space for thirty years...

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Joe&Martha Kent, Kansas life

Joe and Martha Kent were a Quaker farming couple whose farm was struck by the pod carrying Kala-El the 28th of February of 1918. Although owners of substantial property they were a very humble, cooperative, austere, devout, and civil rights-minded people. Martha Kent was a descendant of Kansas abolitionist guerrilla fighter John Brown. They both raised Clara very lovingly and unwilling to ask too many questions about the baby's origin. Clara was a very sickly child as her body did not adapt to the Earth. She was an affectionate and obedient girl and devoured books. The Kent family were avowed supporters of the New Deal and Joe Kent was a member of the local farmers union.

With puberty Clara developed very fast, and her superpowers began to appear. She soon began to excel in swimming and ballet, while still questioning her origins, but Joe forbade her to pursue a professional career to prevent her from taking advantage of her powers, and moreover he forbade her to use her superpowers to help others, fearful of humanity's reaction and wary of savior messiahs in the era of interwar dictators.

Clara rebelled against her father but eventually gave in, fearful of her own abilities and understanding her parents' position. During these years, Clara didn't fit in very well, but she had two best friends, Pete Ross, with whom she was secretly in love, and Lana Lang. Pete didn't know about her superpowers, but Lana did. In 1936 Joe Kent died of a heart attack, devastating her daughter. Clara was unable to go to college after her father's death and worked as a teacher and nurse's aide in Smallville. Her engagement to Pete Ross, her teenage sweetheart failed in 1939 when she revealed her powers to Pete and he panicked, although he later promised to keep the secret. In those times of sadness, Kelex, the Kryptonian robot, was activated, explaining to Clara her true origins, which filled her with confusion.

Between 1939 and 1941 Clara lived in Canada and Alaska searching for the Fortress of Solitude, a strange place Kelex was pointing, but with the outbreak of World War II she decided to enlist as a nurse in the Pacific, refusing to use her powers except to help the wounded, fearing to cause more harm than good. In late 1944, the hospital ship on which he was traveling, the USS Shuster, was torpedoed by the Japanese. Clara jumped into the water and managed to keep the ship afloat with her super strength until she managed to beach it. No one understood how miraculously the ship had stayed afloat and even levitated. The incident was kept secret. Clara got a permit to return home and she revisited Alaska where she found the Fortress of Solitude with the help of Kelex. There she was able to better understand her origins and began to train her superpowers.

After learning about the Holocaust first and the atomic bombs later, Clara decided to become Superwoman and help others with her superpowers dressed in the ceremonial Kryptonian costume of her ancestors. Her mother Martha supported her decision. She relocated to Metropolis, where in September 1945 she was hired as an assistant reporter by Major Louis Lane, who had just returned from Europe.

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On October 1, 1945, Superwoman unveiled herself to the world and caused a huge sensation. The world was changed forever. Superwoman introduced herself to the newly formed United Nations, explaining her origins and her desire to help others and to stay out of political conflicts except to protect civilians.

Clara Kent began her double life as a journalist and as Superwoman. In July 1946, she defeated the invasion of General Zod and the survivors of Krypton. She also had to face other enemies such as the Intergang - an alliance of all organized crime in Metropolis and Gotham, Atomic Skull - an ex-Nazi agent with terrifying technology, Lex Luthor who began to develop his hatred and paranoia towards the superheroine, and his creations such as Metallo.

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DAILY PLANET CHARACTERS

Perry Weiss, a major shareholder and editor in chief of the Daily Planet. Born in Odessa in 1886. Jewish immigrant from humble origins who became a skilled journalist and founded the Daily Planet as a tool of the liberal wing of the Metropolis Republican Party to unseat the city bosses of the time. Still a staunch liberal, he supported Roosevelt in 1932 and 1936, is an ally of Mayor LaGuardia. He won the Pulitzer Prize in the 1920s for defending the innocence of Sacco and Vanzetti. Friend and ally of Louis Lane's father. He is very demanding with his employees but is very fond of Clara. He admires and defends Superwoman despite Louis Lane's distrust. Best friend of Cat Grant.

Cat Grant, Co-chair of Perry Weiss, Pulitzer winner, closeted lesbian, and Ayn Rand Fan. Born 1901, she comes from a fine family of Metropolis Knickerbockers. She is like Louis the least liberal element of the newspaper. To protect herself she married a very old friend of her father who helped her lead a double life. For twenty years she lived with a painter named Margaret Ivy. Considered the best writer of the Daily Planet, in addition to being a journalist she has published two novels. Very elegant and popular in intellectual circles. She is tremendously authoritarian. She mistreats Clara a lot because she does not respect her authority and because of her different political ideas, but as Clara grows as a journalist and Cat Grant suspects that she is Superwoman, she will protect her and push her forward without Clara knowing it. Best friend of Perry Weiss

Jimmy Olsen and Lucy Weiss, best friends of Clara.

Jimmy is a junior urban photographer. He comes from a town in Massachusetts. He is 7 years younger than Clara. He is a party animal, friendly, generous, and somewhat naive. Yet he is a skilled photographer who has been able to capture the worst of the night and day of Metropolis. Miraculously he always gets the best pictures of Superwoman (Clara helps him a little). Very democratic and complains about working for a newspaper that is too conservative for his taste. Adores Clara whom he treats as his big sister. It doesn't even cross his mind that she is Superwoman. Jimmy thinks that Louis is a snob and a bigot.

Lucy is a senior political photographer and the only woman on photo reporting on the Daily Planet who works outside the fashion department. She is the eldest daughter of Perry Weiss. She is an intrepid photojournalist who gets overseas passes and has been to several military conflicts. A loyal friend of Clara, and a very serious and professional woman. She is suspicious of Clara's double identity but would never say anything. She is the same age as Clara and a lover of jazz and the more alternative circuits of Metropolis.

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LOUIS LANE, SUPERWOMAN'S WEAKNESS?

NAME: LOUIS LANE

BORN: 08/02/1912, METROPOLIS (NEW YORK)

PROFESSION: SENIOR REPORTER

YEAR: 1948

PLACE: METROPOLIS (NYC)

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-Rich family, born in 1912, first of 6 brothers.

-Caustic, cynical, ironic but somewhat kind.

-Commanding.

-Lives in Park Avenue with his 6-year-old daughter and his rich unfaithful wife, fashion reporter Pat Lane (neé Kelly). Very unhappy marriage.

-Major rank during the war in the US army. He also worked with the OSS.

-Elegant, sportsman, plays violin.

-Teaches music lessons in an orphan house in secret.

-Not that snobbish nor Wasp, new rich family traits.

-Arkham University alumni.

-Classic music and literature lover.

-Heavy drinker.

-Does not enjoy journalism, thinking of quitting to politics or teaching literature.

-Jewish father (Lane surname is a change from Lantzman), Irish catholic mother, raised catholic and religious, but not extremely orthodox.

-His father is a self-made tycoon who started as democrat in the Tammany Hall and then switched to republican. Close ally of Mayor LaGuardia.

-Fought in the European theater during World War II.

-Conservative republican opposed to his father liberal republican views, loves McArthur, who he thinks should be the next President.

-In the past he had a good opinion of Lex Luthor. He saw him as an innovator and freedom fighter, but his opinion changed when Luthor kidnapped him to set a trap for Superwoman.

-Perry Weiss favorite reporter.

-Won the Pulitzer Prize in 1941, for his articles about the first defeat of the Intergang.

-First person to interview Superwoman.

-Very nice and paternalistic to Clara. Louis pushes Clara's career forward despite Cat Grant's opposition. He is also secretly in love with Clara. Although he rejects Superwoman and suspects she is the same person as Clara, he deludes himself and rejects these suspicions.

-Tired of New Deal Politics, anticommunist.

-"a brilliant and kind man" for most of the Daily Planet staff, a "terrible asshole" for many others like Jimmy Olsen.

-Strongly rejects Superwoman and other heroes.

-Sometimes Clara really hates him.

-Famous line "Neither reds nor capes".

-He lives a bizarre love triangle with Clara Kent and Superwoman. Although he publicly rejects the superheroine, he also desires her and he and Superwoman have had moments of passion, which Louis feels guilty about because he is married and because of his religion. On the other hand, he is in love with Clara Kent as much as he rejects the figure of Superwoman. He deludes himself about the identity of both. A bit James Stewart in Vertigo, which destabilizes and infuriates Clara.

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CURRENT AND PAST ENEMIES

Lex Luthor

Rocket engineer, CEO of TELCORP and Heir of Nikola Tesla. A Brilliant scientist who defines himself as a "radical humanist"...but in the early 30s supported closely fascism to stop "imperialism" and "usury" but later changed his mind and move closer to the USSR to fight "predatory western capitalism". Publicly, he is a tycoon and scientist loyal to the United States and works closely with the government. The world's greatest philanthropist. Loving father and husband. Hates Superwoman to death and believes she spells the end of humanity. Paranoid and ruthless but convinced that he does everything for the greater good.

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General Zod & Faora

Political dissidents like the El on Krypton on the other hand believed that Krypton's only salvation lay in emigrating and invading, terraforming, and exterminating other planets. They almost succeeded in a coup d'état but after their failure they and their henchmen tried to flee by space jumping their ships, Jor-El managed to sabotage the launch and send them to the Phantom Zone. Over the years they managed to escape and arrived on Earth in 1946, shortly after Clara showed herself to the world as Superwoman. They tried to exterminate all humanity, but Superwoman and the armies of Earth managed to defeat them. Their invasion caused 5,000 human casualties but could have caused complete extermination. The experience was traumatic for Clara because she had to send Zod and Faora back to the Phantom Zone where they would surely die. Zod, Faora and their henchmen had not yet developed the full powers of a yellow sun like Earth's and so several of them were killed by human bombs and missiles. Their remains were stored by Russians and Americans. Superwoman managed to expel all Kryptonian technology and weaponry into space so that humans would not use it for warfare.

Doomsday

A truly near-indestructible abomination.

Perhaps from Krypton's past? Perhaps created by mistake by human scientists?

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The Toyman

Winslow Schott, former entrepreneur, and inventor of the 1920s toy business who was ruined in the Great Depression by banks and various betrayals. After a crime spree he was imprisoned in 1933 but escaped from prison recently completely crazed and ready to take revenge on the whole city using his inventions.

Brainiac "The Eternal Traveller"

An android resulting from the abhorrent merger of a famous astronaut and artificial intelligence, which was used by the first civilization of Krypton to collect information from other worlds. It is more than 100,000 years old. With the passage of time, he revealed against the Kryptonians, became evil and phobic to any form of life that he considered imperfect or inferior. It caused the destruction of many cultures. He wanders through space visiting planets and analyzing life forms. He probably has no enthusiasm for humans, much less for a descendant of the House of El.

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sugawarassoulmate · 2 years

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baby, you're a haunted house

“do you always have to toy with him?” you ask once you’re sure the two of you are alone but akiteru keeps you close to his body, shrugging at your words. “you’re so mean, baby!” with a whine, you tug the mask down so you can look akiteru in the eye while you scold him.

your boyfriend wasn’t exactly high on the idea of going to a college party four years after he’s already graduated but it was hard to deny you when you kept begging him the past few weeks. but after he heard his brother was coming, he practically leaped at the opportunity. he’s able to openly be with you—as open as he can be with a mask on—and piss off kei? that’s a recipe for a great night.

pairing: bad boy!akiteru x reader

words: 3.3k cw: fem!reader, halloween party, drunk sex, dubcon, knife play (it’s a fake knife), age gap (reader is 20/akiteru is 25), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, secret relationship, akiteru calls reader a “slut” once, minors dni

disclaimer: on this blog, we discuss and explore toxic relationships/situations/just because i write about these themes does not mean i condone/support these types of relationships nor do i do them in my own personal life.

these are fictional characters in fictional scenarios and nobody should be taking real-life advice or mirror the actions of the characters in these stories!

“You seem comfortable,”

“And you seem very uncomfortable. Who’re you supposed to be again?” Kei sighs, annoyed that he has to explain his costume to you for the tenth time that night. He caught up to you as you went into the kitchen to grab another beer from the cooler. The two of you got separated after he started catching up with Yamaguchi, who was looking super adorable in his Spider-Man costume.

“I’m Clark Kent,” he says definitely, pointing to the red “S” on his chest. The look you give him tells Kei you need more context. Again. “Alter ego of Superman.” It’s a cute enough ensemble. Kei’s got a button-down shirt on with the buttons undone just enough to show off the t-shirt underneath with the Superman logo.

His blonde hair is parted to the side and he’s wearing glasses with a thicker frame than usual. It’s a simple look, Kei wasn’t really the extravagant type.

But you were such a cliche, living up to the slutty Halloween trope every year. This time you went with a cheerleader costume with a cropped top, the shortest tennis skirt you could find, and, of course, a pair of pom-poms which you had unfortunately lost while dancing.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” Kei asks, golden eyes staring at the can of White Claw in your hand that you just cracked open. “That’s what—your third one in an hour? I’m not giving you a piggyback ride when you’re too tired to walk home.”

You rolled your eyes and sipped on the seltzer anyway. Kei was always a buzzkill at parties, which is why you’re still surprised he even accompanied you to this one. Parties always seemed to crop up at the off-campus housing around Halloweekend and you were a frequent attendee, getting drunk and shaking ass with your friends.

Kei usually stays home, only to get bombarded with texts and Snapchat videos of you getting sloppy with your girlfriends in the skimpiest costume you could find that year—a nurse, a witch, a cowgirl, and even a slutty Chucky from the Child’s Play movies.

And every other year, you’d drunkenly call Kei because you somehow lost your friends and needed someone to help you get home. “Keiiiiii can you come get me?”

But this time is different for several reasons. The most obvious was Kei deciding to join you—sending a simple text that read i’m coming to the party. It seems like a last-minute decision, evident by the makeshift costume he was able to put together with what he had accessible to him but you’re thankful to have a familiar face in the sea of nobodies that flood this dingy frat house.

“I’ll be fine, dad, you forget how great my tolerance is,” you quip, taking another swig. The disappointment in Kei’s eyes doesn’t falter but you’re quick to change the conversation before he can scold you again. “Are you gonna sulk the entire time? Go mingle! Have fun, go—”

“You want me to grind up on random people like you were doing?”

You’ll give him that, the sluttiness doesn’t just stop at your costume. There have been plenty of parties that ended in heated makeout sessions in the bathroom with the stranger that had been catching your eye the entire night. The worst of it was the one-night stand you had with the cute guy in the Michael Myer’s mask that turned out to be one of the student-workers at the library. (You have to avoid eye contact with him every time there’s an issue with the printer now.)

“Maybe you should, Kei, you might get lucky,” you tease, bumping your shoulder into his. Your antics finally get a smile out of him, albeit a small one.

It all disappears when someone barges into the kitchen you two are talking in. A goof wearing a Ghostface costume makes a beeline toward you, holding two flashy, red streamers in one hand and a fake knife in the other. “My pom-poms!” you gasped, wrapping your arms around the horror movie slasher as if it’s Christmas and he's brought you a gift.

Kei watches with disdain as you tipsily flirt with the masked stranger, who holds your pom-poms over your head in an effort to keep you talking with him. The blonde is about to tell Ghostface off when the creep grabs your hand and pulls you out of the room without another word. “I’ll catch you later, Kei!” you giggle, allowing yourself to get pulled to the other side of the house, away from any prying eyes.

“Do you always have to toy with him?” you ask once you’re sure the two of you are alone but Ghostface keeps you close to his body, shrugging at your words. “You’re so mean, baby!” With a whine, you tug the mask down so you can look Akiteru in the eye while you scold him.

Your boyfriend wasn’t exactly high on the idea of going to a college party four years after he’s already graduated but it was hard to deny you when you kept begging him the past few weeks. But after he heard his brother was coming, he practically leaped at the opportunity. He’s able to openly be with you—as open as he can be with a mask on—and piss off Kei? That’s a recipe for a great night.

Plus, he couldn’t keep his hands off you with your spooky cheerleader outfit. You’re just so cute, he could eat you up. “You’re so pretty,” he mumbles, looking down at you in the dark hallway. He leans over to kiss you, the first one of the night now that he’s got you to himself.

“And you’re not listening to anything I say, huh?” you groaned, allowing Akiteru to keep pressing his lips against yours. With the way you’re soft for this boy, he could get away with murder. So what’s the damage if he tortures his little brother a bit? “Well, at least you found my pom-poms,” you said, cutely waving the metallic streamers.

“I think I deserve a reward for that,” Akiteru teases, hoping for another kiss but you grab his arm instead. His cute face starts to pout when you hand him back his mask, knowing that he won’t be getting any more kisses from you at the moment.

“Don’t give me that look, Aki. Dance with me and maybe you’ll get a reward,” you said, giving him one last peck before making him put the mask back on. Once his identity was concealed, you pulled him back to the living room where the party carried on—completely unaware that there was someone that definitely didn’t belong in their midst.

As the party progressed, your inhibitions got increasingly lowered. You met up with some of your girlfriends from class, none of whom questioned the 6ft slasher you were grinding against, and downed some shots. After each shot you’d get loud and giggly, grabbing your girls to dance in the middle of the room.

With each song, you and your friends sang your hearts out and even dragged Kei in for a while. For a moment, he came out of his shell cracking jokes as you and Yamaguchi danced around him. However, you were completely unaware of the tension between your childhood friend and the horror movie killer that nearly matches his height.

Each time Kei tried to get a little closer to you or wrap his arm around your shoulder, he’d get accidentally get bumped into by the faux knife-wielding stranger, who seemed to not have any idea how it happened.

But whenever he plucked the courage to call him out on it, your sweet face would sway him. “Aren’t you having fun, Kei?” Any anger that he had would disappear at that moment and he’d have no choice but to calm down.

As it got later into the night, though, Kei got a bit restless. “Hey, I think I’m gonna head home,” he yells over the music into your ear. His body feels exhausted and he wants nothing more than to collapse in bed.

You, on the other hand, don’t plan on stopping anytime soon. “What do you meeeean, it’s not even that late!” Your words were slurred at this point, anything and everything made you laugh and with each second it was getting harder for Kei to leave but his bones were telling him it was time to go home.

“You should be going home too,” Kei says, grabbing your hand but, even in your drunken state, you’re quick to free yourself from his grasp.

“Nooo, I’m staying, I’ll be fine,” you said, retreating back to your equally inebriated friends. Kei’s ready to argue with you but stops when that irritating Ghostface asshole is back, wrapping his arms around your waist and dragging you in for another dance.

That’s when it finally clicks to Kei that you won’t be going home with him tonight.

You’re so engrossed with your mystery partner that you barely acknowledge Kei’s “be careful,” as he heads out of the house, a nervous Yamaguchi in tow. Unbeknownst to Kei though, is that he’s left you with the one person you’ve been wanting to spend the most time with.

Daringly, you lift up Ghostface’s mask just enough you expose his mouth and kiss Akiteru on the lips, breathing in the scent of his cologne. “Careful, baby,” he whispers.

“I think I’m ready to give you your reward,” you say, nodding your head over to the door in the hallway that leads to the basement.

“This is exactly the kind of scenario that you’d want to avoid in a horror movie,” he said, hovering over you on the small couch in the middle of the basement. The thumping sound of the party was heard above your heads but the both of you were too involved with each other to care. “Look at you, you’re even underneath the killer, baby.”

You hummed, untying the knot wrapped around the waist of Akiteru’s costume, wanting to get rid of all of the fabric coming to touch his body. “No, please don't kill me, Mr. Ghostface,” you joked, alcohol still heavy on your breath. “I want to be in the sequel.” You laugh, pulling Akiteru’s costume over his head for him, along with his shirt.

“You’re really pulling out the movie quotes right now?” he grimaces, most girls get flirty when they’re drunk but you become an even bigger dork. Maybe he’s the weird one though since he finds that odd part of you attractive. Akiteru’s cool, older guy exterior crumbles once he feels you tugging at the belt of his jeans, desperate to get him undressed. “Did you miss me, baby?”

“Mmhm…” you nod. Once Akiteru’s belt is unbuckled, you work hard to drag his pants down but he pins your hands back to the couch, attacking your lips with deep kisses.

“It’s not fair if I’m the only one getting undressed, hm?” He says, pulling off the top of your cheer uniform. With skillful fingers, Akiteru is able to remove your bra as well. He takes a second to take in your half-naked form—doe eyes staring up at him in a drunken haze. After another kiss, he flips up your skirt, thumb rubbing against the front of your panties.

It wasn’t the ideal location—the basement was a mess and smelled like stale beer but it would have to do for now. With the current state of your relationship, it’s rare for the two of you to get any time together. You’re busy with school and Akiteru’s work schedule it’s always a bit of a struggle. Plus, neither of you is sure how to drop the news to Kei.

There have been a few moments where you’ve been found out and if Kei has caught on, he hasn’t made it known. But you’re certainly not in the mood to be upfront about it now at least. Akiteru takes it all in stride, never pressuring you to tell anyone until you’re ready. Besides, sneaking around is kind of fun sometimes and fucking with Kei’s head is only the icing on the cake.

Akiteru groans when he pulls down your panties and sees how wet you already are, probably just as pent up as he was the whole night. Maybe you’ve been hoping to have some time alone too. He doesn’t get enough time to appreciate the sight, though as you start whining for him to do something. “Let me have my fun,” he snaps, slapping your thigh to get you to behave. “It’s been a while, can you even take me anymore?”

You’re so frustrated, so hungry for any kind of stimulation. With a locked door, Akiteru has all the time in the world to toy with you and he intends on taking advantage of it. He reaches over and grabs the knife from his costume and runs the rubber blade along your stomach. The sudden touch makes you jolt. “Sweetie, it’s fake, remember?” he coos, tickling your abdomen before venturing a bit lower. Flipping the knife over, Akiteru rubs the hilt against your slit, laughing when you gasp at the touch.

With two of his fingers, Akiteru stretches you out while the blade handle keeps teasing your bud, bringing you to the brink of an orgasm. “That’s right, cum for me, dumb girl. You’re such a fucking horror slut cumming around a knife. Maybe I’ll use a real one next time, hm? Wanna see that cute lil fear in your eyes when I make you cum,” he rambles, pressing harder on your clit.

“Aki, I want your cock. Wanna cum from your cock, please,” you cried, clutching the fabric of the couch underneath you. Akiteru found it so precious to see you trying to stop yourself from cumming. He knows his fingers aren’t enough, you want his cock to pump you full until you can’t think anymore. Such a sweet girl you are but Akiteru wants to embarrass you.

He doesn’t let up, though. Instead, Akiteru pulls his fingers out and fucks you with the knife hilt, using his thumb to circle your clit this time. You’re shaking, unable to form a coherent sentence and Akiteru knows you’re going to cum. “You’re really gonna cum on my knife, huh? Don’t worry, baby, you’ll get my cock. I just wanted to make sure you could take it,” He says, keeping your legs spread while he continues punishing your pussy.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, tongue drooling as you finally cum. Your hands reach for Akiteru’s wrist, trying to stop his movements before you get too sensitive but he keeps going, making you ride out your orgasm until your body stops twitching. “That’s my good girl. It was so much, right? You’ve earned my cock, sweetie, gonna give it all to you.”

Akiteru tugs his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock. It’s already hard and leaking when he decides to give himself some attention. Akiteru swears he could cum just from your own pleasure. He gets off on it and he’s going to give you even more. He strokes himself, giving you a few moments to come down from your last orgasm. Your juices absolutely drenched the knife after he pulled it out, earning a few whimpers when he does it.

He slaps his cock against your cunt, nearly slipping in a few times from how wet you are at this point. A few choked sobs escape you and Akiteru shushes them away. “I know it’s a lot, baby, but you can cum for me again, right?”

You sniffle, wrapping your arms around Akiteru’s neck to pull him closer. “M’so sensitive, Aki…” you mumble, burying your head into the crook of his neck. “Go slow, okay?”

Akiteru nods, only pushing in the tip of his cock at first. You throw your head back, sighing when your walls constrict around him. Akiteru himself has to take a few seconds. Bless his resolve—if he were still the inexperienced virgin he was when he was in college, he would’ve cum right then, immediately blowing his load the second he got a crumb of pussy. But he’s mature now and knows a thing or two now. He can definitely fuck you better than any of those losers you had before him, that’s for sure.

He fucks you with just a tip before pushing in a bit more, letting you get accustomed to him before daring to go further. Akiteru wasn’t lying when he said it had been a while. You two have been making do with quickies before anyone came home, sending nudes, and even FaceTime sex but not the long, drawn-out fucking that the two of you have been aching for.

It takes a while but Akiteru eventually gets his length fully inside, stretching you out so sweetly. You tug on the hair at the back of his neck, when he starts moving. “Oh—oh, fuck, Aki!” you gasp. Akiteru pushes your legs back until your thighs touch your chest. You’re drooling again, tongue glistening with spit with each unintelligible babbling. He ducks his head under to take one of your nipples into his mouth, biting down on the soft skin just to hear you cry out more. “I’m gonna—m’gonna cum again, Aki. Can’t hold it, I can’t…” you whine, clenching around him with every thrust.

“Look, baby, look,” Akiteru says, bringing your attention to where the two of you are connected. His cock sinks into your warm cunt over and over, rearranging your insides like an animal in heat.

The sight is too much. You still haven’t fully recovered from the effects of your first orgasm. “Aki, Aki, Aki—ah, it feels so good. Gonna make a mess. Gonna cum!” Akiteru takes that as his cue to go faster, wanting both of you to cum together. He ruts into you as if his life depends on it, each thrust forcing small “ahs!” to fall from your lips.

Try as he might, you still cum first and your nails drag down the length of his back when you do. Your climax leaves a vice grip around his cock and that’s what sends Akiteru over the edge. Chanting your name in between curses he fucks you until he goes silent and slack-jawed. His hot seed floods your cunt for the first time in weeks.

When the both of you come to after the hypothetical dust settles, you can hear the sounds of the still ongoing party. It’s gotten even louder since you went into the basement, everyone completely unaware of what’s happening underneath them. “I need to get you home,” Akiteru says, going into responsible mode after cumming.

“Stay over?” you ask, voice shot from all the crying you’ve been doing. “You can leave in the morning, nobody questions it when a grown man is out all night.” To sweeten the deal a bit, you pull Akiteru in for a kiss.

If you’re soft when it comes to him, it’s a million times worse on Akiteru’s end. He can’t argue with you. “Fine,” he leans in for another kiss and one more after that before taking charge. Akiteru cleans you up as best as he can and dresses the both of you. With your costumes back on, Akiteru leads you upstairs and through the massive crowd to disappear into the night.

“You’re just getting home?” Kei asks when his brother walks through the front door in the morning. “I didn’t know parties at stationary got crazy like that,” he teases over his bowl of cereal.

Akiteru grimaces at the bright lights in the house. “Haha, I got hammered and stayed at a friend's place,” he says, dropping his bag near the couch and immediately going for the coffee maker in the kitchen.

Kei’s about to throw another joke at his brother’s disheveled appearance when he notices something out of the corner of his eye. It must have fallen out of Akiteru’s bag but Kei can see it clear as day when he turns his head. The unmistakable sight of a Ghostface mask laying on the floor.

He keeps his comments to himself.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #tsukishima akiteru x reader #akiteru x reader #akiteru tsukishima #tsukishima akiteru #akiteru #akiteru smut #akiteru tsukishima x reader #akiteru tsukishima smut #tsukishima akiteru smut #haikyuu smut #haikyu smut #✨#✨akiteru #bad boy!akiteru #peach's spoopy season 🎃

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fancyfade · 2 months

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Hey, curious are there any good comics where Damian interact with the Justice league? Like what their opinions on him?

Also have non Batfamily heroes are figured out or suspects Damian is a Al Ghul? I mean it wouldn’t be hard given Damian skills and his speech structure.

I know he interacts with the Justice League in Batman and Robin (2011) #39 and 40. Mostly he's very confident in himself and generally unimpressed by the Leaguers. They seemed like... generically polite, didn't seem to have strong opinions (except since this was during Damian's temporary powers time, Shazam/Captain Marvel/whatever his new 52 name is, was jealous that Damian had powers without having to turn into 'an old guy').

Anyway :P Interaction

OK wait also I found a tumblr post here (link) where I went into it more

I'm not sure why the other justice leaguers would assume Damian is an al Ghul due to his speech and skills, given that there are a lot of organizations who might train kids to fight. Azrael was brainwashed to fight as a baby by the Order of St Dumas, Cass was trained (initially with no connection to league of assassins, but i think they retconned a connection in).

I also think the al Ghuls interact most with Batman. Like I have heard they interact with Green Arrow (but not read a ton of green arrow comics, so grain of salt), Ra's interacts with Azrael but not a ton, and Talia helps Black Lightning in Black Lightning year one (and the first series), and Talia interacts with Superman in Lexcorp comics but more from a perspective of Lexcorp minion (from Clark's POV) than an al Ghul. I'm not sure why various super heroes would leap to the assumption that he's an al Ghul unless they knew Batman had a thing with Talia (which Clark does).

#anon #ask #dc comics #damian wayne #robin #batman and robin 2011

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siremasterlawrence · 5 months

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Captain America: Sweetest Revenge

Captain America is in for quite a surprise in a minute when he smashes through the roof tier glass ceiling bringing down with him in a rain of glass shards on to the floor to meet eyes with him.

The Man Of Steel is chained with kryptonite lace chains brandishing his skin as he is all immobile stuck in a time and space of this lifetime and I watch from my godly position in my penthouse steel room.

The screen are showcasing my power as Captain America does a superhero landing on to the area with a glint in his eyes he lept in to the air and landing by Clark’s side to aide him.

Clark is so weak falling to his knees in utter pain the energy is draining him of the solar power off of his body nothing else matters to him except for being saved by anyone at this point.

Steve’s senses are shape blacking a bullet zipping through the room it continues to do its work ricocheting as he throws his shield to end this ridiculous display but oh makes contact with the shield.

The idiocy of this as the shield drops from the sky hitting the rooms floor in an inducing ear curling crash leaving Steve is lost for an answer before one bullet rushes past him knocking him out.

Struggling to return to his feet Steve crawls to Clark he barely regains his balance now before he drops unconscious collapsing in to the either eyes shutting closed and he is in darkness.

Steve wakes up back to the wall of the glass container the awareness returns to him in a state of panic he leaps up attempting to try and pound the glass but to no avail he is in disbelief.

“Oh Captain America!”

“Show yourself “

“Moron! I am your new God”

“Their is only one”

“Zip it”

“Where is smoke …”

“Cough cough”

“Fool! Inhale the smoke “

“No! I will not…cannot let you win”

“Captain! This gas is opening your mind”

“You are now more malleable to my will”

“You cant deny the truth…I am right “

“I am always correct”

“You are always correct “

“I am your God, Lord and Master”

“Yes Master Lawrence “

“Mwahahahahaha…I am the ruler of this world.”

“The rightful one! I am your mere thug”

“Join the ranks of my soldiers cap”

“This is my mob”

“You are born to lead them “

“Be my right hand “

“Serve at my will”

“You shall succumb “

“Super brat will be my left “

“Together you will bring the world…”

“Yes Master…to its knees”

“Who conquers this world “

“You obviously Master”

“Explain it all “

“I am at your mercy”

“Master! I love you “

“Fucking love you “

“You will worship me”

“Use my body and fuck my mind”

“Give me my purpose Master Lawrence”

The end

#chris evans #steve rogers #evil captain america #captain america #mind gas #mind control #reprogramming #hypnosis #hypno slave #hypno submission #mind control slaves #mind altering #Super Enslavement

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superman-the-secret-third-thing · 3 months

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Radio Superman is Lizard-Brained

I'm not listening to it all- since there's so much of it, but I listened to first thirty or so episodes and plan on listening to further highlights such as "The Clan of the Fiery Cross" which irl directly lead to the KKK's loss of power in the US.

The show started in 1940, and differs greatly from the comics of the time:

Krypton is on the other side of the sun.

Superman can fly from the beginning.

Most importantly- Superman gestated in the pod and arrived in the US as a fully grown man.

The last one- the lack of Kents or any human experience have lead to some strange moments.

Superman feels an urge to help people he can't explain, and his first action is rescuing a boy named Jimmy and his grandfather from a car crash. They react predictably- screaming for him to let go. He presumably rolls his eyes at the ungrateful fellows and drops them less gently than intended. They calm down, thank him, and ask him if they can do anything. He asks for two things- how to find more people to save and to keep his existence a secret.

Pointing him towards the Daily Planet, he presumably steals clothing from someone along the way. He walks in through the front door, heads to Perry White's office, gives him a firm handshake and asks for a job as reporter-

White says no, who the hell are you you have no experience and Clark interrupts him to ask if he gets the story on a nearby train robbery will he get the job. White questions how he heard about that (he'd been on the phone), and Clark flawlessly ignores him with his super-hearing (a running gag in the series). The editor sighs and says, "Sure kid, whatever."

He walks into the hallway, establishes a repetoire with Lois Lane who is surprised at the sudden application, but offers him directions to the train station. He gives her his thanks, bows, and then leaps out the window. Lois screams in horror (because it looks like he committed suicide) and it spends a minute with her in hysterics before cutting to him on the train.

Clark does shenanigans on the train, and sits back down with a sigh of relief, only to be confronted by the conductor, who notes his lack of ticket and becomes angry, accusing him of being a stowaway and intending to toss him in the jail.

Clark, nervous, realizing that he's broken a rule and doesn't want trouble, just insists that he be thrown off the train. Just out the window, throw me out the window, its fine, i've been a bad boy.

The conductor, previously angry, now concerned, tries to wrestle the strange man to prevent him from committing suicide- but loses his grip and the strange man is suddenly gone.

This all happens in the first couple of episodes.

There's more stuff, like he continually forgets that humans need to breathe air.

Being a terrible liar...

Criminal: "Worry not, Mr. Reporter. We're gonna leave you here, in this steel-plated, concrete room....forever! Hahaha!"

Clark: "Oh, okay."

Criminal: "..."

Clark (realizing something): "Oh no! I'm gonna die in here because I need to breathe human air with my human lungs, and my human arms can't get through all this metal and concrete."

Criminal: (eyebrow raised, closes the door.)

Clark puts on his Superman face and laughs jubilantly as he digs through the concrete wall, bragging about how thin the metal walls are- but....Clark. There's a door right there. Just take the door!

It's surprising how funny it is, and there's more interesting stuff. Many things originated in radio canon which then were quietly inserted into comics continuity.

The comics called it The Daily Star, not the Daily Planet.

Superman can fly- he couldn't in the comics at the time.

The Editor was someone named Thomas, and was retconned into Perry.

Most amusingly, Kryptonite was invented to give Bud Hollyer (Superman's VA) a holiday.

Jimmy Olson.

#dc comics #superman #comics #dc universe #dcu #clark kent #detective comics #lois lane

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stealingyourbones · 2 years

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My god I love The Adventures of Superman radio show just so much. Here’s a few reasons why:

- Clark is one of the snarkiest motherfuckers you will EVER meet. Dude sasses and lies his way through conversations like you wouldn’t believe. Dude leaves to ‘do something else’ and changes to Superman and then just comes back and interrogates the current secondary character that drives the plot to see if they saw the feat that Superman did that day.

- Superman doesn’t pull his punches when he wants information. He beats the everloving shit out of goons to find out where [person] or [location] is. He repeatedly flies super high into the air and just straight up drops them and catches them at the last moment as a scare tactic.

- Superman will change back to Clark Kent DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF a goon he previously threatened and look them dead in the eye and say “You saw nothing. I’m Clark Kent. Reporter for the Daily Planet.” And then just continue on with his day. Over a dozen low level goons know his true identity.

- Superman repeatedly leaps out of 20 story floors to leave and do Superman business but it never fails that a woman notices, screams at the top of her lungs, and is convinced that Clark Kent fell to his death. They have used this at least 3 times to my memory to end episodes. Clark arrives back at the same location a few episodes later and no one questions a thing.

- Lois Lane isn’t even really nice to Kent. She’s just plain mean to him. Not the quippy and sassy version we have today. She just belittles him and roasts him and Superman still saves her ass from death near constantly. She DOES beat up villains tho and I respect that greatly.

- Jimmy Olsen is best friends with Dick Grayson and the sole reason is so Bruce and Clark can speak privately and not worry about getting interrupted for plot reasons. (Also so the teenage pair can get kidnapped. Dick is a damsel in distress so frequently.)

- Every. Single. Time. Bruce or Clark says each others identity it’s without fail: “Sup- I mean, Clark Kent.” or “batma- I mean, Bruce Wayne.” Without fail. Every single fucking time. It’s obviously for the listener but they sometimes just say their whole ass secret identity before saying their superhero name. How the world hasn’t figured out these twos identities is a mystery to me.

- Kryptonite robs Superman ONLY of his strength. He can use every other power but within 10 feet of the funky radiation rock he becomes paralyzed.

- Superman fights the KKK. Enough said.

- Superman once loses his memory via ingesting liquid kryptonite. Hitchhikes all over the country, adopts the identity of Bud Smith, and then proceeds to become a world famous baseball player and beat multiple world records. I promise you this is real.

-Superman can apparently only fly at his full speed when he has both arms extended. Only using one arm makes him slower. It’s such a stupid limitation and I love it.

- Kryptonite was invented by the radio show because the Superman voice actor, Bud Collyer, needed a vacation.

- Clark Kent has a pilots license and it’s a catch all to catch up with villains to the point where it’s overused.

- Superman arrives in his rocket on earth as a FULL GROWN MAN. No Martha or Jonathan Kent. No Smallville. Nothing. Homie just lands as a whole ass dude, flies to Indiana, and proceeds to rescue a train with a boy and his father who give him the name Clark Kent and that he should work for a newspaper.

- It shouldn’t be funny to me but whenever Bud Collyer does the rapid shift from Clark to Superman it’s always the funniest shit ever. It’s just “oh geez I found the bodies! Oh no! Looks like they aren’t breathing. Looks like a job for Superman.” It comes out of nowhere and it’s so good I love it so much.

- This man can simultaneously breath in space and drown in the ocean.

- Oh by the way, apparently Superman has only one way that he can be killed: starvation. That’s it. Kryptonite just weakens him. Takes months but eventually you could kill Superman by starvation.

- Jimmy repeatedly gets his life threatened in the most horrifying of ways and just goes “this sounds like a story! Someone get Mr.Kent over here!”

- the use of “Atomic [insert machine here]” for every single sci-fi gizmo, tool, or weapon. Well, besides the stories when they focus on an indigenous people and then suddenly magic or voodoo is the cause. I mean hey it’s the 1940s but like,,, really? C’mon dude. Don’t do that.

- the absolutely terrible accents. Is that man meant to be a Spaniard? Is he meant to be German? Who knows. Your best bet is German cause this is during WW2 but it’s truly a coin toss.

- Other fun accent atrocities: A really shitty Italian accent for someone who was supposed to be Mexican. The only change of speech being excessive rolling of R’s for Spaniards, Transylvanian accent for someone who was meant to be… I think Russian? Bro it was really bad. All voiced by some American who has probably never heard that accent in their entire life.

- flip flopping between progressive stories striving to stop anti-semitism, racism, and unequal rights. And then having an evil dictator of a hidden tiny planet next to mars who the readers hear Jimmy Olsen say that he is like hitler. Like just straight up say it. And then proceed to describe the dictator as “beady eyed and crooked nosed.” Just straight up using the tyrant evil Jewish king stereotype. They slowly start getting Better past episode 500 but holy shit they don’t know how to pick a fucking lane.

- there’s a Superman radio comedy special by Bob Hope and it’s genuinely hilarious. Evil scientist wants to turn Superman into soap. Punchline after punchline.

- And finally, in the original test pilot that was made had the intro as “It’s a giant bird! It’s a plane! It’s Superman!” It’s so clunky and wild but it makes sense why they chose bird in the first place

This radio show is so interesting from a historical and story perspective. The wild ass stories that the writers make astound me still and I’ve listened to at least 150/2,200 episodes that aired

#bones speaks #The Adventures of Superman #it’s just such a cool radio show #one thing that sucks is that no one has tried to fix the audio quality so everything is muffled #the history of this show is positively wonderful and y’all should listen to it

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kent-farm · 11 months

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—Clark Kent, Superman and Lois, “Pilot”

#Clark Kent #Parallel #Dylan Kingwell #Man of Steel #Superman Returns #Smallville #Malkolm Alburquenque #Dylan Sprayberry #Cooper Timberline #Stephan Bender #Heat Vision | Clark #Super Leap | Clark #Super Strength | Clark #Lennix James #Superman & Lois

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most-stylish-competition · 1 year

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Most Stylish Competition official bracket!

list under bracket since the image quality died

List:

Group1/2:

Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic series) VS. Sans (Undertale)

Mel Medarda (Arcane) VS. Sailor Pluto (Sailor Moon)

Kairi (Kingdom Hearts) VS. ENA (ENA)

Shinji Hirako (Bleach) VS. Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader)

Gyorik "York" Rogdul (Drawtectives) VS. Eugene Finch (Drawtectives)

Elliot Goss (Search Party) VS. The Weird Guy (The Hollow)

Draculaura (Monster High) VS. Frankie Stein (Monster High)

Stede Bonnet (Our Flag Means Death) VS. Manfred Von Karma (Ace Attorney)

Group1:

Team Rocket (Pokémon) VS. winner of 1/2.1

Papyrus (Undertale) VS. Waluigi (Super Mario Bros)

Mettaton (Undertale) VS. Hatsune Miku (Vocaloid)

Cecil (Welcome to Nightvale) VS. Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way (My Immortal)

Winnie the Pooh (Winnie the Pooh) VS. Ryan Evans (High School Musical)

The Onceler (The Lorax) VS. Harry Dubois (Disco Elysium)

Fred Jones (Scooby-Doo) VS. Hunter (The Owl House)

Teruki "Teru" Hanazawa (Mob Psycho 100) VS. Shigeo Kageyama (Mob Psycho 100)

Group2:

Ciel Phantomhive (Black Butler) VS. winner of 1/2.2

Yor Forger (Spy x Family) VS. Morticia Addams (The Addams Family)

Miss Piggy (Muppets) VS. Rarity (My Little Pony)

Dr. Facilier (Princess and the Frog) VS. Yzma (Emperor's New Groove)

Marz (I Was A Teenage Exocolonist) VS. Scaramouche (Genshin Impact)

Lelouch (Code Geass) VS. Consul Valerius (Arcana)

Sensei Garmadon (Ninjago) VS. Taako (The Adventure Zone)

Mitsuba Sousuke (Toilet-Bound Hanako-Kun) VS. Rias Gremory (High School DxD)

Group3:

Mizuki Akiyama (Project Sekai) VS. winner of 1/2.3

Alex Fierro (Magnus Chase) VS. Luz Noceda (The Owl House)

Pearl Houzuki (Splatoon) VS. Gumi (Vocaloid)

Dr. Starline (Sonic series) VS. Jinafire Long (Monster High)

Noctis Lucis Caelum (Final Fantasy XV) VS. Ratchet (Ratchet & Clank)

Frank N Furter (Rocky Horror Show) VS. Dean Pelton (Community)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) VS. Eleven Hopper (Stranger Things)

Gonzo (Muppets) VS. Gyro Zeppeli (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)

Group4:

Carmen Sandiego (Carmen Sandiego) VS. winner of 1/2.4

Red Hood (DC Comics) VS. Nightwing (DC Comics)

Professor Venomous (OKKO Let's Be Heroes) VS. Noisemaster (Cucumber Quest)

Inspector Cabanela (Ghost Trick) VS. Shelby Presipence (Plainview)

Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney) VS. Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Coco Adel (RWBY) VS. Espresso Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

Susie Greene (Curb Your Enthusiasm) VS. Boyd Crowder (Justified)

Al Calavicci (Quantum Leap) VS. The Obituary Writer (Death By Dying)

Group5:

Lewis Pepper (Mystery Skulls) VS. winner of 1/2.5

Kuranosuke Koibuchi (Princess Jellyfish) VS. Nana "Hachi" Komatsu (Nana)

Eda Clawthorne (The Owl House) VS. Lilith Clawthorne (The Owl House)

Darius Deamonne (The Owl House) VS. Sanji (One Piece)

Link (Zelda: Breath of the Wild) VS. Spock (Star Trek)

Apollo (Hades) VS. Zagreus (Hades)

Rhonda Wellington Lloyd (Hey Arnold) VS. Malfina (Conneticut Clark)

Kanaya Maryam (Homestuck) VS. Daphne Blake (Scooby-Doo)

Group6:

Steven Stone (Pokémon) VS. winner of 1/2.6

Yuki Rurikawa (Act! Addict! Actors!) VS. Nikki (Love Nikki Dress Up Queen)

Bruno Bucciarati (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure) VS. Padme Amidala (Star Wars)

Zhongli (Genshin Impact) VS. Franziska Von Karma (Ace Attorney)

Klavier Gavin (Ace Attorney) VS. Saul Goodman (Better Call Saul)

Grillby (Undertale) VS. Spades Slick (Homestuck)

Prosciutto (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure) VS. Kira Yoshikage (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)

Mr. Compress (My Hero Academia) VS. Swatch (Deltarune)

Group7:

Loki (Marvel) VS. winner of 1/2.7

Castiel (Supernatural) VS. Aziraphale (Good Omens)

Hypnos (Hades) VS. Alucard (Castlevania)

Howl (Howl's Moving Castle) VS. Blitzo (Helluva Boss)

Blackbeard (Our Flag Means Death) VS. Anthony J. Crowley (Good Omens)

Luce (Drawfee) VS. Mac McDonald (Always Sunny)

Villager (Animal Crossing) VS. Blathers (Animal Crossing)

Jurgen (Sam & Max) VS. Rosemaster (Cucumber Quest)

Group8:

Joker (Persona 5) VS. winner of 1/2.8

Chuuya Nakahara (Bungou Stray Dogs) VS. Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs)

The Doctor (Doctor Who series) VS. Sissel (Ghost Trick)

Professor Hershel Layton (Professor Layton) VS. King Dice (Cuphead)

Jolyne Cujoh (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure) VS. Bayonetta (Bayonetta)

Samus (Metroid) VS. Velma (Scooby-Doo)

Harper Finkle (Wizards of Waverly Place) VS. Elle Woods (Legally Blonde)

Fran Fine (The Nanny) VS. Klaus Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy)

Good luck to everyone who's voting and have fun!

#moststylish #brackets #bracket #if there's any errors #or anything #let me know!#i am human #and a very tired one at that #so i might've missed something!#also propaganda is welcome if u wanna!#just tag me :]

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chucklingpecan · 6 months

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After an exceptionally hard month fighting crime in Gotham City and Metropolis, Clark Kent and his friend Bruce Wayne take a short vacation together in Clark's childhood hometown.

They pull up to the swimming hole in Kent's beat-up Volvo. Clark strips down naked for an afternoon of skinny dipping but Bruce Wayne, ever so bashful, asks to borrow a swimsuit. Clark offers up a spare pair of his blazing red Super shorts and soon both are splashing away happily and taking turns diving into the water from the old tire swing.

The next day, Bruce Wayne is in his backyard, hanging up Superman's shorts to dry. Lex Luther happens to be driving by and thinks he's looking at Superman in his secret identity. He comes to a screeching halt, and grabs the big chunk of kryptonite resting on the back seat. Leaping the fence, Lex hurls the boulder at Bruce Wayne and smacks him right in the head.

Because Wayne is Batman, and not Superman, the radiation has no effect. For the same reason, the impact of the kryptonite fractures his skull and kills him.

#flash fiction #spilled ink #super hero #writing

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loisandclarktieposting · 4 months

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This is kind of sad to read. I was curious when/why the show's ratings declined. I've been a fan of a show that struggled to get renewed every season while it was airing, so this kinda hits me in that place.

But I know the real reason the ratings dropped: Clark stopped wearing the super wild ties. I'm about 6 episodes to the series finale, and he's worn a plain tie like 3 times this season! There's been some busy stuff and one that made me "woah" but it was tame compared to others.

#lois & clark: the new adventures of superman #lois and clark #not ties #i'm not looking forward to a complete cliffhanger of an ending #ugh #but i didn't give years of my life to the show #so can't complain

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kaunis-sielu · 1 year

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Tenth day of Christmas: Clark and Punkie

You’re stressed. It’s the tenth day of Christmas and you don’t have a present idea for Clark. Ten lords a leaping? What the hell are you supposed to do? Play leapfrog? You know he can feel your stress when he calls you at work.

“Punkie, Honey, what’s wrong?”

“Stupid tenth day.”

“Oh, Honey you don’t have to get me anything if you don’t want.” He tells you and god fuck him for being so sweet.

“I’m not stiffing you on a gift because I suck at this.” You argue and he laughs softly.

“I have an idea but it has to do with your present. I may have over spent again.”

“Clark! You promised and I let the spa day slide because you’d purchased it so early.”

“I know. I know.” He soothes but he doesn’t sound sorry. “So, how about you send me $50 and you can buy my half.”

“Your half?”

“It’s an experience and no I won’t tell you but this way you don’t keep panicking and I can focus on my work for the next three hours.” You glance at the clock, it’s already noon but he doesn’t get off of work until at least five, if not later. You’re off at three.

“It’s noon.”

“I know, I took an early day. I was gonna surprise you and pick you up.” You sigh softly then say,

“Okay. I send you some money. I’m sorry I’m such shit at this.”

“Hey, no one talks badly about my Omega. Especially not my Omega. You got that?”

“Yea, Alpha. Sorry.” He doesn’t Alpha command you but with that tone he might as well have.

“I love you. I’ll see you at three.”

“Love you too.” You hang up then and throw yourself into your work. When 3 rolls around you’re just finishing up the last thing on your to do list when one of the new girls walks back toward your desk.

“Um this super fucking hot Alpha is here for you.”

“Oh, he can come back.”

“Okay.” She disappears and a minute later comes strutting back into your office with an amused Clark on her heels.

“Hi Alpha, I’m almost done I swear.”

“It’s fine Omega.” He purrs and Amber’s jaw drops.

“Wait, this is your Alpha?”

“Yes?”

“Wow.” She says eyeing him like he’s some sort of snack. You send the email then close down your computer before standing up and grabbing your coat.

“I have an outfit change for you in the car. Do you want me to grab it now?”

“Oh, uh yea. Remember what happened last time I tried to change in the car?” Clark smirks, you’d nearly clocked him in the head more than once, had hit your own head on the roof of the car and had to hike your dress above your hips to climb back into the front seat. It was a disaster.

“Good point. I’ll go grab it.”

“Thank you.” You gather up your things then give Amber a little smile. “See you later.” You tell her before walking out of your office.

You change quickly, he’d brought you one of your favorite black dresses, it’s one of his favorites too.

He takes your hand when you exit the bathroom, your mark on clear display, as Amber glares.

Clark brings you to the ballet, The Nutcracker. You don’t know how he knew that it was something you’d always wanted to do but somehow he did. It really shouldn’t surprise you that he’s so good at things like this. He is your Alpha after all.

#clark kent x reader au #Clark Kent #alpha clark kent x omega reader #alpha!clark kent x omega!reader #crash and burn story #fire dogs story #clark kent x reader #superman x reader #superman x reader au

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autisticsupervillain · 1 year

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It's Fictional Throwdown Friday!

This Week's Fighters...

Gordon Freeman vs Isaac Clarke!

Conditions:

No restrictions. Both combatants have absolutely everything.

Scenario:

The G-Man dispatches Gordon to obtain one of the Markers, seeking to weaponize the Necromorphs for his employers. Isaac comes across Gordon as he loads the Marker into a transport vehicle, assumes he's a Unitologist trying to protect the Marker, and opens fire.

Analysis: Gordon

Many shooter heroes have gone up against impossible odds. Conquered incomprehensible threats from beyond the stars and bested physical gods. And yet, the greatest of all these heroes isn't an uber space marine or a super masculine macho man. No, Gordon Freeman is simply an ordinary scientist with a crowbar.

Gordon Freeman was once a diligent theoretical physicist working at the top secret lab known as Black Mesa. However, one of Gordon's experiments accidentally punched a hole into another universe, causing an alien invasion. Gordon is forced to fight for his life and fend off the invaders, making him the savior off Earth. Unfortunately, this puts him on the G-Man's radar, forcing him to serve the mysterious being and his employers for the rest of his days... until Half-Life 3 comes out... assuming it will.

Luckily, G-Man mostly seems to want Gordon to kick alien ass and Freeman's got plenty of tools for the job. For starters, he never goes into battle with his trusty HEV suit. The Hazardous EnVironment Suit comes with a whole bunch of nifty features, boosting his otherwise normal human stats to superhuman levels. With it, he's durable enough to tank military air strikes with 134 megajoules of force behind them and survive hits from lasers that do this to solid steel walls.

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Moreover, most of Gordon's stronger weapons can kill Alien Grunts, who are strong enough to completely obliterate steel gates. By using Gordon as a measuring stick to estimate the size and thickness of the wall, it can be determined that it would over half a ton of tnt to generate this kind of explosion, roughly 0.723 tons of tnt to be precise.

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The suit also has a built in radiation detector and an ai voice that informs him of any grievous injuries. Upon sustaining an injury, he's pumped full of painkillers potent enough to let him shrug off bullet wounds. Similarly, the suit's antitoxins are strong enough to reverse the effects of headcrab poison, which leaves him on the brink of death with just a touch, in seconds. Hell, he can even tank hits from antimatter weapons, endure extreme heat and cold, endure dangerous acids, and shrug off high voltage electricity. Even morso, the suit can be upgraded, allowing him to leap several Kilometers when using the long jump module.

He also carries a large array of guns. While Gordon has the typical shotgun, AK, and RPG ensemble you would expect from a shooter protagonist, he also has some unique guns. He carries two crossbows, one shoots tranquilizer darts while the other shoots bars of molten metal. He carries the Gluon Gun, which shoots unstable Gluon particles so powerful that they make people explode, the Tau canon, which shoots Tau particles, or molecular particles that make up matter on the Quantum Level, and the hive hand, which shoots alien bugs at people like a wasp machine gun. His Pulse Rifle shoots energy projectiles and, when charged up, shoots a ball of antimatter that bounces around everywhere and erases everyone it touches on contact. His most iconic gun, however, is the gravity gun, which manipulates gravity to allow him to throw anyone and anything that gets in his grasp around like a ragdoll, even erasing people with its antimatter energy should he grab them with it thanks to a handy upgrade the Combine gave it. And that's not even the only gun in Gordon's arsenal that can flat delete you, as the Gluon Gun can destabilize the Gluon Particles of its target and rip them apart on the subatomic level.

With these powerful weapons, Gordon has fought off impossible odds with ease. He stopped an alien invasion within the span of a week at most and turned the tide of a hopelessly one sided war against a galactic empire in the span of two days. He curb stomped his way through the US Military, is fast enough to react to and dodge rockets, and has even impressed the reality warping G-Man with his remarkable abilities.

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Having said that, he has a few weaknesses. For one thing, his suit's durability relies on its battery, so he'll frequently have to recharge it if he gets hit too often. He also doesn't wear a helmet, which leaves his squishy human head exposed for his superhuman enemies to crush.

Despite that though, Gordon Freeman is universally beloved as the savior of mankind and is dreaded even by godlike, reality warping aliens. That says a lot about a man who used to just be a pimply scientist. The right man in the wrong place can achieve just about anything.

Analysis: Isaac Clarke

I feel like every job becomes a lot cooler when you do them in Space. Tax Accountant... IN SPACE! Retail Worker... IN SPACE! Maintenance Engineer... IN SPACE! Sure, there's an increased chance that you might get devoured by a bloodthirsty hive mind that's hellbent on devouring all life in the galaxy, but for some unlucky space engineers, that's just an occupational hazard.

Meet Isaac Clarke, a lowly systems engineer employeed by the Concordance Extraction Corporation who gets called in to repair the "planet cracker" USG Ishimura when they send out a distress signal. Rather than, say, a broken antenna or an overloaded reactor core, the Ishimura has come down with a rather more unusual case of man eating space monsters.

Meet the Necromorphs, undead hive mind abominations intent on devouring, assimilating, or just out right killing all life that isn't them. They're none too picky with how they kill you and none too picky with what you do to them. They just don't die no matter what you do to them. Blow their heads off, cut them in half, pump them full of lead, it doesn’t matter. They will rush you down with zero hesitation regardless. And what's worse that they can get humans to do their job for them, using their "Markers" to not only organize the Necromorphs like one organize, but also corrupt the minds of humans into forming an cult around the Necromorphs, serving the Marker's whims.

Luckily for Isaac, he's a bit of a master of improvised weaponry, meaning he has all the tools he needs to clear these Markers out. Firstly, he's decked out head to toe in a fancy RIG suit. This Resource Integration Gear comes equipped with all the tools necessary to help its user survive on the job hazards, even if Space Aliens probably weren't what the makers had in mind for it. His RIG suit can vacuum seal when exposed to suboptimal breathing conditions, be that poisonous gas or the vacuum of space, forcing Isaac to rely on an internal oxygen supply. However, this supply is limited and only lasts for about a minute and a half. Furthermore, his RIG is equipped with thrusters that allow to freely fly around in zero g or low g environments like Iron Man.... IN SPACE! ...Ahem. Sorry. I'll stop.

Furthermore, his suit can come equipped with several Modules that can modify its performance and abilities. The Kinesis Module can allow him to telekinetically lift and throw heavy objects from several meters away with just the wave of his hand, while the Stasis Module temporarily slows down time for whatever object he waves his hand at, allowing him to dodge super fast projectiles, freeze enemies in place, or catch Necromorphs that are glitching through time thanks to their damages Stasis RIGs.

Furthermore, the suit gives Isaac a superhuman level of strength, speed, and durability. Not only can he stomp Necromorphs into giblets, but he's durable enough to tank powerful time bombs, which are powerful enough to blast apart giants rocks with a force roughly equivalent to 1.19 tons of TNT.

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On top of that, his Zero G thrusters are fast enough to outrun bullet trains and he can react fast enough to dodge gun fire at point blank range.

In terms of fire arms, Isaac has fire power to spare. His improvised plasma cutter, original designed to cut up large boulders, is equipped with a rotating blade, allowing for long horizontal and diagonal shots that are just perfect for cutting the limbs off Necromorphs. Even if you can't kill them, they can't chase you down without limbs.

The pulse rifle is a powerful motorized gun with a secondary fire the shoots bullets in a 360 degree radius, while the Disc Ripper shoots out a powerful romote control buzz saw that cuts through anything in its path, with a secondary fire that makes the spinning blade bounce all over the damn place. The torch flame thrower spews out fire that burns at 4000 degrees Celsius with a secondary fire that shoots a big napalm grenade, while the Cutter Line Gun is a more powerful Plasma Cutter that shoots out landmines with its secondary fire.

The contact beam is an energy jackhammer meant to blast apart rock that can create shockwaves across the ground to dispatch swarms. The Javelin Gun fires electric titanium spikes that can explode, the Seeker Rifle is a futuristic sniper rifle, and the Force Gun obliterates everything in front of it by firing pure kinetic energy. Finally, the Hand Cannon is a large foam sports hand that kills everything Isaac points at with it. Without exception.

Isaac in an experienced technological genius, capable of throwing together a good chunk of his weapons by himself on the spot. Hell, he's smart enough to build a Marker on his own... while under a Marker's mind control, granted, but still. You can't really hold that against him. As time gas gone on, Isaac has grown more and more resilient to the influence of Markers, capable of resisting their control and effects through sheer will power alone. This is impressive when you realize the Marker's mind control is collectively powerful to formulate one of the most dominant and wide spread religions in human history, with a mental influence that can span planets or even the entire solar system. Moreover, Isaac's suit is resilient against extreme temperatures, radiation, and acid and can pump him full of stimulants to keep him from being drugged unconscious.

One man, one lowly engineer has done what an entire army could not and, by himself, destroyed three Markers over the course of his life. Hell, those first two might as well have happened the exact same day from his perspective. Isaac Clarke, ladies and gentlemen. The man the dead fear.

Throwdown Mashup:

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Throwdown Breakdown:

I'm gonna be honest, this is easily the closest matchup we've had in a long damn time.

Stat wise, Isaac should be somewhat superior in strength, while Gordon is superior in speed. (0.723 tons vs 1.19 tons). The rockets that Gordon dodges can move at a max speed of 320 m/s, while the Bullet Train that Isaac outran would be moving at least 122.936 m/s, assuming it's faster than modern bullet trains.

Gordon is far superior to Isaac in terms of mobility, as the Long Jump Module would allow him to gain distance very quickly, while Isaac's best movement options are restricted to Zero G environments. However, Isaac can still compete at long range with his sniper rifle and the stimulants would nullify the tranquilizer darts from Gordon's crossbow, negating one of his long range weapons.

Isaac has the advantage of being able to use his gun and his telekinesis at the same time, as he only needs to wave his hand to grab and toss objects and people while Gordon needs to pull out a big clunky gravity gun. However, Gordon's gravity gun can obliterate him thanks to its antimatter energy setting should he get close enough to do so.

Gordon can one-shot Isaac with the variety of guns at his disposal that either attack at a subatomic level or use antimatter to obliterate his foes, neither of which Isaac resists, but Isaac can one-shot Gordon with any gun at his disposal, as Gordon does not wear a helmet like Isaac does and Isaac's weapons are very often designed to aim at specific body parts, such as the Plasma Cutter and Remote Control buzz saws. While Gordon's suit can resist the heat of Isaac's flame thrower, his face cannot. Both characters have enough grenades and landmines for those to effectively counter out and neither of them are melee fighters, so a hand to hand fight is unlikely to ever occur.

Both characters have weapons that can one-shot the other without ammunition (gravity gun vs hand cannon) and both characters should have a similar level of intelligence overall. I'd say Gordon ahould have better experience, as he more often participates in gun fights and does so against fairly impressive foes I might add, but the wide variety of forms the Necromorphs can take does mitigate this slightly.

However, Isaac does have one solid trick that Gordon simply has no answer to: Stasis. Gordon has no way of getting out of stasis once he gets caught in it and, seeing how Isaac only need wave his hand in his direction to activate it, he has little way of anticipating or avoiding it. While Gordon can keep to a distance to mitigate this somewhat, his most long ranged items are largely countered out by Isaac, meaning he'd try to close the distance eventually without realizing the danger he'd be putting himself in. While the two are evenly matched enough that Gordon can otherwise still win this in a few scenarios, Stasis is too big an advantage in Isaac's favor for Gordon to take the majority and once he's hit by it, Isaac has all the time in the world to simply blow Freeman's head off. Seems like Gordon's win streak ends here.

Seems like G-Man is gonna need a new favorite employee... I wonder if CEC would be willing to loan out a certain engineer?

This Throwdown's Winner is....

Isaac Clarke!

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