#earth 4

[splooosh]

Absolute Crisis

Perez

[theblanddcu2021]

Sometimes, I feel like Grant Morrison's Earth-4 Captain Atom, aka Quantum Superman, really is an autistic Buddha figure. In Pax Americana, a politician perjoritively called Cap an "autistic god." Austistics like myself have our nervous system on the outside. We struggle with sensory issues. What if you suddenly had "quantum senses?" How would you deal? How would you shield yourself from that sensation? How would you stimulate that sensation? I find that fascinating. Morrison touched on this in All-Star Superman. When Lex gained Clark's powers, suddenly he could see acting altruisticly is the reasonable response to the world and how all the forces in the universe are linked by imagination. By opening his senses unto the cosmos above, he has no choice but to become enlightened and rise. Superman and Lex are very smart. They saw the truth (briefly for Lex). So, I dont want to imply that autism can be introduced into a person. We are born this way. I feel Captain Adam is autistic. Earned the rank of Captain in the military. And then he awoke to the truth.

[dc-multiverse-week]

Earth-4: Home of Pax Americana, which includes heroes such as Peacemaker, Blue Beetle, Nightshade, The Question, and the only super human on Earth, Captain Allen Adam

[evilhorse]

Deathwatch 2,000 cards #88: Cyclone's Wrath

[dailydccomics]

Peacemaker in The Multiversity: Pax Americana (2014)

[agentmarymargaretskitz]

@mewwitch asked for role reversal Coldflash

[blandsupersquad]

On Earth 4, Felicity is a metahuman and supervillain who rules the world after using her powers to unleash global devastation. On the downside, Felicity enjoyed the concept of playing God. On the bright side, the survivors under her regime get neat jumpsuits and use the name Overwatch in her quest for world domination so at least she still has a concept of brand recognition.

[soft-boy-stefan]

I've Said Too Much [a Barry Allen AU]

Request: hey hi hello it's the anon who requested E4 Barry smut god bless it was so good. Could I maybe request some angsty E4 Barry? I'm just obsessed with him tbh anything including him would satisfy me. Please and thank you, you're wonderful. 💕😊

a/n: AHHHH YOU LIKE MY E4 BARRY? HOLY TOLITO

WARNING: Angst

When Barry enters the safe house, he staggers to the counter, duffle bag falling to the tiles in the kitchen. Peering around the dimly lighted room, he shoves his hands into the pockets of his black zip up hoodie. Dollar bills crinkle in his vein covered fists and he pulls them out, dropping them on the flat surface.

His lower body leans forward; knobs of the drawers pressing into his thigh, which his silver basketball shorts mask. Sniffling, he untangles the wrinkled bills from themselves, laying them flat and counting. Forty seven dollars. That's what he made tonight. Rubbing his forehead, he sighs, resting his arms on the edge.

The lights flicker on, illuminating the small kitchen. “B-Barry?” He hears you whisper quietly; it sounds like you're on the verge of tears. Something shifts in your hands, creating scratching noises. “What the fuck is this?” you blubber, voice cracking slightly.

Barry spins on a dime, mouth hanging open and eyes darting from your face to your hands. Shit. In your hands is a black bag, filled to the brim with stacks of money. “What is it?!” you shout loudly, tears welling up in your eyes as you step forward. His long eyelashes fan downward and he plays with his fingers; hoodie unzipped, exposing his toned torso. “I can't believe you!” you fume, throwing the bag at his feet, green short shorts swaying at your thighs.

The speedster sighs deeply, pulling at one of his tiny gauges nervously. “You weren't…” he breathes, squeezing his eyelids shut tightly. “You weren't supposed to find that…” he grunts, gritting his teeth together, trying to be quiet for Ellie's sake.

Shaking your head, you tug at the end of your black band tank top, squinting at your husband. “Why?!” you spit,  lowering your voice to a hushed whisper. Barry remains silent; head cocked to the side, chestnut locks barely touching his bushy eyebrow. “Why?!” you repeat, shoving his chest backwards.

Shutting his eyes again, he rubs the slight scruff scattered across his upper lip, sucking in a breath. “I,” Barry swallows, placing his other hand on his hip. “I was buying the tickets to go to Disney tomorrow, but I needed more money… I made sure nobody saw.” he answers in a gruff voice, plump pink lips in a firm line.

Your shoulders slump as you stare at him through clouded vision. “And you didn't tell me you were robbing a fucking bank?!” you quiver, holding your temples with both hands. His green eyes droop and he frowns, side of his index finger above his lips, abs scrunching in and out, moving the belly ring. “Barry… I thought you were making money!”

“I am!” he defends, standing up straighter, towering over your body. “It's not enough though!” Barry sighs, combing his nimble fingers through his thick hair. You frown, drying your cheeks. “Babydoll, I just want to take my girls on a trip, please.” he stresses, cupping her face with his palms. “Please…” he mumbles, kissing your lips softly but deeply.

Sighing into his mouth, you wrap your arms around his neck, tilting your head to get a better angle. He kisses you again and again, hands traveling down to your waist, squeezing. “Just…” you sigh, resting your nose on his freckled cheek. “Tell me next time.”

“Okay, babydoll.” Barry whispers, kissing the side of your head.