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Name: Ann (or other variation ie: Anna/Annie)
Age: 21
Pronouns: They/Them (She/Her too ig)
Fandoms I will write for: DC, Invincible, Star Wars
Fandoms I'm Currently in: DC, Invincible, One Piece, Star Wars
Main/Art Account: @annlytical
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- DONāTs: Will not answer any requests containing any of the following: noncon/rape, anything ending in ācestā (yes, this includes selfcest), self harm
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Currently writing:
-Softer Than Steel (Mark Grayson X Kryptonian!Reader Series)
-Time in a Bottle (Mark Grayson X Garrick/The Flash!Reader Series)
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a/n: Because this latter part is so short, I might actually combine these two and post them all together or just edit part one to include this partā Also squinting at my Will Write Fandoms cause oh boy SW and Invincible are fist fighting in my brain
Mark spotted you immediately.
Which, honestly, shouldn't have surprised him.
There weren't many people who could make standing by a cluster of flag poles look intimidating.
The afternoon bell had rung nearly ten minutes ago. Students flooded out of the school in loud groups, talking about homework, sports, weekend plans.
You stood apart from all of it.
Cape and mask gone. Civilian clothes replacing the armored suit he'd seen you wearing at the tryouts.
Even so, you still looked out of place. Or maybe it was him who felt out of place.
For years, seeing you waiting for him somewhere had been normal.
A rooftop. Outside a museum. In the cave. On top of a gargoyle that Darkwing had specifically told you not to climb because of the cracks by its base.
Now it felt strange enough that Mark almost wondered if he'd imagined your conversation in the hallway.
You noticed him approaching before he got close. Your gaze shifted from the street to him.
"Is now a good time?" he asked.
One corner of your mouth twitched. "Why else would I be here?"
"Good point." Mark smiled despite himself.
For a second, neither of you moved.
It wasn't awkward exactly. Just weirdly unfamiliar.
Like trying on an old jacket expecting the arms to be too short and realizing it still fits. Tighter, but fitting all the same.Ā
"So..." Mark shoved his hands into his pockets. "Burger Mart?"
You rolled your eyes, lips tugging into a frown. "You still eat there?"
"It's cheap."
"Yeah, but donāt you work there?ā
"Not anymore. I quit when I got my powers."
That actually earned a quiet snort from you. And somehow that made Mark happier than it should have.
"Thatās irresponsible of you, Grayson. Burger Mart it is."
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The walk wasn't long. The silence wasn't uncomfortable. Though Mark kept catching himself glancing over. As if he was making sure you were actually there.
That he hadn't somehow dreamed of finding you again, but wearing Darkwing's suit.
Every time he looked, you were already looking somewhere else.
Watching the traffic. Watching the people around you. And watching all the small exits and alleyways.
Old habits, he guessed. The ones that Darkwing drilled into both you and your brother. Though you seemed to take them far more seriously now than you ever had before.
By the time the two of you slid into a booth near the back after Mark quickly ordered what he remembered you liking, heād had worked himself into a dozen different ways to ask the same question.
None of them sounded quite right.
He lasted approximately thirty seconds before his mouth worked quicker than his brain. "So why did youā"
You pointed a fry at him. "No."
Mark blinked.
"No?"
"No."
"You don't even know what I was gonna ask."
"I absolutely know what you were gonna ask."
He opened his mouth then closed it. "...Thatās not fair."
You hummed in satisfaction and stole another fry, "How's your dad?"
Mark stared. "Seriously?"
"You wanted to talk."
"I wanted to hear your story."
"And I asked how your father is doing."
The look you gave him was annoyingly familiar.
Mark groaned, "You've gotten worse."
"You havenāt changed a bit."
He hated that you were probably right. No matter how much his life had changed recently, it was nothing compared to yours.
With a sigh, he leaned back in the booth. "He's okay now."
You waited.
Mark rolled his eyes. "He was in the hospital longer than we thought heād be."
Still waiting.
"He got hurt pretty bad."
You hummed as you placed your chin into the palm of your hand. He watched as your shoulders tensed and your gaze flick about the table.
"Do you know what happened?"
"Got the shit beat out of him." Mark scoffed.
You sighed out of your nose. "Thatās all you know?"
"All anyone knows."
That earned another faint huff from you. āIā Sorry. Just wanted to know if heād remember anything.ā
Mark looked down at his drink. "Nah, itās alright. I get it."
The next words came slower now.
"It scared me." The admission felt strange. Embarrassing, almost. "Seeing him hurt like that."
The table sat quiet for a moment, but then you spoke. "My father was always hurt."
Mark looked up.
You weren't looking at him. Your eyes were fixed on the restaurant window, watching the people pass outside.
"Every patrol." Your voice was calm and matter-of-fact. "Broken ribs. Concussions. Dislocated shoulders."
Mark winced.
You continued anyway.
"He'd come back to the cave bleeding half the time. He'd complain about it too."
A faint smile appeared, but it disappeared almost immediately.
"But he always got back up. That's what made people afraid of him. Midnight City's criminals weren't scared because he was the strongest."
You shook your head.
"They were scared because he never stopped."
Your fingers tapped lightly against your cup.
"His death changed that."
You laughed once but there wasn't any humor in it.
"You think?" The words came out sharper than Mark intended.
You sighed immediately after.
"Sorry."
"Sāokay. The news made it public."
Your voice lowered.
"Everyone knows. The gangs. The mob. Everyone knows Darkwing's dead."
Mark watched your reflection in the glass of the window. "They're getting bolder?ā
You nodded looking at him properly as you picked up another fry. "Every week. They need something to fear again."
The realization settled heavily in Mark's stomach and he felt kind of dumb he didnāt realize before. That he was getting the āwhyā that heād asked for.
"Oh."
You nodded once.
"Yeah."
The āwhyā you walked into that room wearing the suit and the name. And why you looked so exhausted.Ā
It wasn't about replacing Darkwing.
Not really.
It was about preventing what came after.
Keeping your city from collapsing.
Filling a the power vacuum before something worse crawled into it.
Mark rubbed a hand over his face. "That can't be good for you."
You grabbed a few more fries as you shrugged. "Probably not."
The casual answer somehow made it worse.
"Finch."
Another shrug. Like it didn't matter.
Like you didn't matter.
Mark hated that.
"You sound like you don't care."
"I care."
"Thenā"
"I just don't have a better option."
That stopped him.
Because there wasn't any self-pity in your voice.
It wasnāt a dramatic martyr speech. Just tired honesty. And somehow that was harder to hear.
You looked down at your untouched burger, picking it up in your hands but not taking a bite. "People need help. My city needs help."
You shrugged again as you added, "And I can do something about it."
Mark looked away as arguing suddenly felt impossible.
The conversation drifted after that.
You talked about what little school you still attended. Mark complained about his chemistry tests he was sure he was failing.
You laughed when he admitted he accidentally lit his lab sheet on fire when trying to light his Bunsen Burner.Ā
For the first time since he'd seen you at the tryouts, Mark could almost pretend things were normal.
Almost.
Then he checked the time.
"...Shit."
You glanced over. "What?"
"I forgot." Mark groaned.
"That's usually a bad thing."
"I have so much homework."
You looked entirely unsympathetic. "Tragic."
"No, seriously."
Mark grabbed his head.
"I'm behind in English. Behind in chemistry. Behind in history. Mom thinks I'm caught up."
You nodded solemnly. "So you're doomed."
"I'm doomed."
You took a drink. "I'll miss you."
Mark looked at the clock again and groaned.
"I actually need to go."
"Then go."
"Rude."
"You'll survive a little bit of homework."
Mark stood but you remained seated.
For a second, he worried this was how it would end.
Another goodbye and another several years of silence.
The thought settled unpleasantly in his chest.
"...Hey."
You looked up.
Mark shoved his hands into his pockets.
Tryingāand failingāto look casual.
"I missed talking to you."
Your expression softened as you agreed, āMe too.ā
"Meet you here next Wednesday?"
You bit your lip.
"Same time?"
Immediately, he saw the argument forming behind your eyes.
Midnight City, the patrols, your new responsibilities.
You began as you shook your head. "Markā"
"Nope."
You blinked. "What?"
"Nope." He crossed his arms.
The exact way he used to whenever you tried to talk your way out of something.
"You don't get to vanish again."
You frowned. "That's not fair."
"It definitely is."
"Midnight City isā"
"Still gonna be there."
You sighed. "Mark."
"Finch."
The two of you stared each other down.
Exactly the way you used to.
And for one ridiculous moment it felt like being fourteen again.
You broke first, shoulders slumping as you leaned against the back of the booth.
A long sigh escaped you. "...You're annoying."
"I learned from the best." Mark grinned.
"You absolutely did not."
"I absolutely did."
You rubbed your face with a groan. "Fine."
The grin widened. "Fine?"
"Fine."
"Next Wednesday?"
āNext Wednesday.ā You rolled your eyes as you crossed your arms.
"Same time?"
"You're pushing it."
"Same time?"
You pointed a finger at him. "Don't make me regret this."
Mark laughed, and heād felt better than heād had in weeks.
āYou wonāt."
Slowly, you stood.
And for a moment neither of you moved.
Then you stepped forward. Mark barely had time to process it before your arms wrapped around him.
Though he hugged you back immediately.
And a small knot inside his chest loosened.
When you pulled away, there was the faintest hint of a smile on your face.
"Missed you, Grayson."
Mark's own smile softened. "Yeah?"
"Don't make a thing out of it."
"Too late."
You groaned as you shook your head.
Stepping away, you waved as you walked to the door, "See you next Wednesday."
2 hours of pen on iPadā¦ā¦.countless more in pain and suffering but heeeeeey Bea and Kent swimsuits!! Poor Bea is trapped in Brucie Wayne mode until the reporters leave (also practicing giving Kent a more muscular body type)
Firstly, I CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH OF YOUR ART
The girls,,, they look so good,,,
Bea stuck in public mode and Kent 100% taking advantage of itā
I need to write more of them when I can. We need their dynamic.
And secondly, and what I promised in return,
How did took me so long when itās literally just a traditional redraw of the X-Men swimsuit imageā
BUT ANYWAY!
Pool day with the friends!
Pay no mind to the man whoās about to get drowned by a dog.
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Wonder what are some non-superhero characters you'd like seeing in Superhero settings or in like a Superhero au?
Ooo.. okay, so, I donāt really consume much non-superhero contentā
Like other than superhero media, Iāve only really gotten really into: Star Wars, Transformers, and One Piece
One Piece is already a pseudo superhero universe. People with powers, natural and unnatural. Cool futuristic technology. Big monsters. A superhero AU would just get rid of the pirate aspect, which, personally Iām not fond ofā
Same with Transformers. I like seeing how fragile humans are compared to cybertronians.
But Star Wars? I can actually see a really cool Superhero Crossover with those charactersā
I need to see Anakin Skywalker get his shit rocked by Jean Grey, you donāt understand. Itās not a want, itās a need.
It also doesnāt help that a majority of superhero media always carry the theme of identity. And my clone-loving heart wouldnāt be able to handle someone like Clark Kent or any X-Man interacting with them.
I need my clones to have relationships with other characters that care for them as individualsā
I feel like Boba and Mark Grayson would have very interesting conversationsā¦ (Ignoring the easier comparison of Luke, Leia, or Rey)
This but it's Kent doing it so mark leaves the kitchen.
Also imagine if Kent has to cut the twins hair like that and in the beginning it makes mark nervous but he trust kent and let's her lazer cut his hair too.
Kent is protective over her kitchen, canon cause I say so.
Also, itās absolutely another hc I have for Kent (that I canāt really implement into STS proper to be able to keep the texture/length of her hair vague for the reader) that she needs to use her heat vision to cut her hair cause scissors just break:
As for the twins, I do think sheās relatively glad that they can cut the twins hair normally (cause as careful as she is, it is still lasers close to her babies faces), but once those Kryptonian genes start to kick in, itās only laser cuts afterwardā
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Nasty ask time but God i think if Moahwk and his Kent for whatever reason ended up having sex he would absolutely plow her into the mattress
I KNOW YOU SAID āNasty askā but I gotĀ wayĀ too carried away with this idea you beamed into my brainā Wrote a small oneshot with the premise,,, soā¦. enjoyyy (not proof read or edited, it was not meant to be this, I blacked out and woke up with it all written)
āSTS What Ifā¦? Mohawk Mark X Kent!Readerā
You decide to initiate your usual āfooling aroundā time because Mark is in a pissy mood. All you wanted to do was enjoy the first afternoon of spring break.
But no. Youāre just sitting in his room as he huffs and puffs, with his arms crossed, and he giving you short answers when you tried to pry anything out of him.
So, you decide to do something that you know will get him out of his funk.
You sat behind him and wrapped your arms around his middle, hands snaking under his shirt. Feeling his muscles tense under your palms as you press them against his abdomen.
He says your name in a low voice, tilting his head to look at you from the corner of his eyes.
āWhat? Here I thought I always made you feel better?ā
And you do, donāt get him wrong. But thatās not exactly what heās craving. And what heās craving, youāre always flighty when itās brought up.
Youād need to be particularly in a good mood if he wanted to convince you.
And thankfully, youāre giving him a perfect opportunity to get you in the best mood there is.
āThatās not exactly what I want right now.ā He told you as he turned around in your arms. Chest pressing against yours as he all but leans you back, hands resting on your waist.
His thumbs toy and tug at the band of shorts, eyes glancing down as he watched you bite your lip.
āOkay.ā You hummed. Lifting your hips for him.
If he was honest with himself, doing this already lifted his mood.
The way you sighed out his name impatiently as he kissed the inside of your thigh as his hands traveled up to press your hips against his bed.
The hiss that inevitably leaves you as you feel the cold of his piercing before the warmth of his tongue.
The pride that bubbles in his chest as your thighs pressed against his ears as he pulls orgasm after orgasm out of you despite the way you push at his forehead.
āWanna try something.ā He tells you as you come down from your high.
You hummed as you reached up with your free hand to push the hair out of your face. Brows pinched in a more confused way than they had been, a pout tugging at your face.
āTurn around.ā
It took your foggy mind to process it, but you pushed yourself up on your elbows and flipped yourself around to lay on your stomach.
āLetās try something new.ā He tells you, nose pressed against the back of your neck, hand snaking around to push yourself hips up and against his.
You whined out his name, ready to protest and decline, but it melted into a moan as his fingers found your clit once more.
āCāmonā¦ā He whispered against your ear. āJust this once?ā
You let out a sigh and he felt you nod before echoing, āJust this once.ā
He nipped at the nape of your neck as he reached down to push his boxers off. He sat back on his heels to look down at you as you looked back at him.
āEnjoying the view?ā You asked.
He scoffed and rolled his eyes, one hand pressing against your back to force it into an arch. āFuck off.ā
You turned to press your face into his pillow to muffle your laugh.
āYeah, yeah.ā He huffed, leaning back to adjust the two of you. Grabbing your waist to pull you up to rest on your knees. Positioning his leaking cock against your dripping lips. āWonāt be laughing in a bit.ā
Your tight cunt all but sucked him in as he pushed forward. Smirking at the whine that left you as he felt your walls stretched around him.
Hands pressing you deeper into the mattress as he slowly pulled out and in. Letting out a groan of his own at the feeling of his cock finally getting to drag against your walls.
You were always prone to overstimulation. So pulling another orgasm out of you was easy, and he wasnāt even close himself.
But that had an idea pop into his mind.
Just how long could he last compared to how long you could handle him.
The answer?
It was about two more until you started sobbing into his pillow and reaching around to press against his abdomen. Then he had to chase his climax before you all but turned around to push him out of you.
(I was too lazy to shade it, sorry š¦¦) I did a curlā¦ then anotherā¦. And then Kent came up. Who could she be thinking about that got her blushing? Must be a sunburntā¦ (Big eyelashes Kent and curly hair like the 80s Starfire š£ļø)
Do not apologize for not shading when you gift me art, I take any submissions like itās a gift from the gods
BUT LOOK AT HERRR
LOOK AT KENT
KENT DESERVES CURLY HAIR !
Oh, her big ole eyes and curly hairā¦ I love it so much,,, I love your art style so much, the way you drew her eyes,,,
Sheās totally flushed due to a sunburn (that she can totally get) and not at all cause sheās watching a very pretty, brown eyed boy in front of her. Totally, totallyā
I wanted to share this since I think you'll like it. Tho I tend to prefer women kicking butt, here it's very much deserved and entretaining animation:https://x.com/MutuaMutuku3/status/2055714485063561274
Mark, Oliver and Nolan returning from the Unihabited planet where Conquest was killed. Landing a sick combo on Anissa
And the youtube video of it with Supermans music:https://youtube.com/shorts/NhnNYSZmVDk?si=zKC_uYhaNG7SlGos
Iāve seen this actually! Very cathartic as someone who canāt stand Anissa at all
But. Oh, man. As we draw closer to the end of S3 and into S4, the more worried I get. Cause I know my choices for certain things might be a bit controversialā
But I can promise one thing, Tech Jacket will actually get to show off one of the most powerful weapons in the galaxies
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I'm laughing at the thought of Cecil constantly having to meet different aliens on earth, first Nolan then his son Mark his girlfriend who is alien she is still learning about then starfire landing on eath and stars to date eve.
I can imagine him blaming Nolan because ever since he landed on eath aliens come like some kind of alien dating planet .
The urge to put: āDid you place us on a list of some sort? āCome to Earth, humans are easyā??ā into their conversation when Nolan returns to Earth but that wouldnāt fit into where Iād place Starfireās entrance into the narrativeā¦
For a majority of his career, it was Omni-Man and Martian Man. Omni-Man had a human wife.
Kent lands? Human husband.
Starfire is brought back to Earth? Human girlfriend.
At this point, Cecil genuinely thinks thereās something up with humans that make them alien magnetsā
