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They’re done with his shit, acting like he’s Superman, or something

I had to finish this before I started any more Match WIPs

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MATCH IS BACK!!!!!!! and he is more handsome than ever, whats your opinion about that

@neisdi

MY SON!!!! MY BOY!!! \o/

First off, thank you for telling me about this!!! I'd love to know what comic this appearance is in if you happen to know?

Second, while I am so excited to see him I am mixed about his return. Though, I am always a bit skeptical when DC bring my favorites out to play again because you never know what you're getting writing wise or whether the writer will do their character justice.

With what I see here? Mrrrmhhhhh...I'm not excited to see that boring and uncreative all-black Superman suit again (like it's not a good costume design. It's got nothing going on for him, and it gives footy-pajama vibes.) or him being a part of Waller's 'Justice League' if it's still being called that.

He does look handsome in the art, which I love, but it really feels like to me they're just going to be sticking Match into a mold without really considering his character. He states in his last appearance (back in Suicide Squad) that he doesn't want to be a 'carbon copy' and yet here he is wearing what is essentially a Superman suit and filling a role :/ which I'm not pleased with (Please DC let Match explore his own identity.)

I don't know what the writer has planned for Match, if anything significant or if he's just filling a position in the team, but I am skeptical and I don't have high hopes. I don't think they'll do him justice if he's still a a part of Waller's 'League,' cause it feels like he's just filling the space of having a Kryptonian/someone with super-strength on the team. And I hope that this new suit isn't the new norm for him cause I'm personally not a fan of it at all.

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Temp Title: Shooting the Breeze and the Heart

Thad/Match WIP

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Chris, Jon, Kon and Match, in that order

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Relationship Moodboard || Match / Thad

@supraxstcllas

#supraxstcllas #Match DC #Match DCU #Thad Thawne #Match #OTL this one is definitely a shippier take so feel free to ignore #-rolls off elsewhere-#matchthad #thadmatch #Thaddeus Thawne #Inertia #aesthetic #moodboard

Cloning Blues

Kon Week Day 4: Conner Luthor and Superbros/Superfam

Preview:

Kon decided the blunt approach would be best and spoke out, "I'm not here to fight you, Match."

Kon could see the disbelief splay across Match's face. looking at Match was always odd. It was like looking into a twisted mirror, gazing into the broken shard of said mirror that showed possibilities of what could have been.

Despite everything, Kon could never hate Match. He could hate Amanda Spence with an unending passion, and likely would until the end of his days, but Match?

Match was just another victim, caught in the storm of someone else's war. Like this base. Match had been discarded, cast aside the second the Agenda felt like they had no further use for him, and the idea of that alone made Kon furious.

Clones weren't meant to be used as weapons, tossed aside the moment they'd lost their use. Clones were people. They lived, they breathed, they laughed, they cured, they felt. They existed. Kon existed. Match existed. Guardian existed.

Match was a person- his brother- and Kon refused to leave him behind.

Read the rest here

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roleswap Kon and Match ... @suzukiblu you have BROADENED MY HORIZONS....

#ignore that it's shitty sketches in pen on receipt paper #LOOK AT THEM #I did this at my job in 15 minutes don't judge me #Kon el #Superboy #match DCU #Kon el Kent #jumping jax #Jax did art

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M

Fandom: DCU (Comics)

Relationship: Match/Thaddeus "Thad" Thawne | Bart Allen's Clone Characters: Match (DCU), Thaddeus "Thad" Thawne | Bart Allen's Clone

Additional Tags: Smut, Phone Sex, Sex Toys, Kryptonian Biology (DCU), Alien Biology, Xenobiology, Mutual Masturbation, Masturbation, Anal Sex, Knotting, Superpower Sex, (Kinda; Superhearing is used), Nipple Play, References to Knotting, No Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Dirty Talk, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, Anal Play, Married Couple, Married Life, Established Relationship, Multiple Orgasms, Prostate Milking, Size Difference, Implicit Breeding Kink, Sweet

Language: English Word Count: 11,429

Summary:

Match is away on a mission with the Suicide Squad. Newly married, he misses his husband Thad, deeply only to find out Thad has been missing him just as much if not more. OR Match and Thad have phone sex.

Excerpt:

Leaning against the balcony railing of his hotel room, Match let out a sigh as he looked out at the sight that stretched out before him. It was a clear and pristine view of the sunrise as it bled out over the sparkling expanse of sea, reds and oranges and pinks reflected across the crisp blue surface as far as the eye could see. The colors shimmered and shined with each ebb and flow of the waves as they lapped at the warm sandy beach before him. He couldn’t help but close his eyes in this moment and stand completely still as he soaked in those early rays of sunlight on his skin and breathed in deep the salty sea air as it flowed in on a breeze. Thad hadn’t been exaggerating when he had said that an early morning overlooking the ocean would be absolutely breathtaking. Match was certain he could have stood there forever taking in the sights and the sounds and relishing in the peace of the moment. It was just too bad that he was here enjoying this moment alone. That this nice view and even nicer room was the product of business and not pleasure. If it had been pleasure, he would have had Thad by his side that was for sure. He opened his eyes and let out another sigh. But it wasn’t. And Thad wasn’t here with him either. At least he had this view and this nice room, and it was all for himself. Some might call that a good trade off, a nice perk to the job, but Match wasn’t certain of that in the least when it took him so far away from home and from Thad for so long. But he was needed close on hand for this latest mission according to Waller. He had to be here. He was half of their muscle. Their Kryptonian. A passable substitute when you wanted Superman on the team. At least she had sprung for some nice rooms for the Squad to keep them quiet and content before the mission started. He twisted the gold ring on his finger. Still this sight would have absolutely been better with Thad here with him. They could have laid out on the beach all day, swam in the ocean, checked out the city and the local cuisine too, and, and, and he was doing it again. He just couldn’t help how easily his thoughts strayed to his husband who was halfway across the world. They’d only been married for a few short months but all he wanted nowadays was just to be with him. To experience life and what may come together. But this job with the Suicide Squad had taken him away from him again and so soon too. He let out a huff and a sigh that made his shoulders sink. He must have seemed like a goddamn overgrown puppy-dog with the way he was sighing and sulking away while in paradise, but…he just missed him so bad. Was Thad missing him like he was? Was he alright on his own? …Of course he was. This was Thad he was talking about. The same man who had stayed busy in his underground lab for a week to build a fully functional mechanical body for Craydl to pilot along with all sorts of secondary components like weapons and defensive mechanisms and more. When he had asked him why, Thad responded easily with a nonchalant shrug, ‘Just for fun.’ Match let out a chuckle and shook his head at the memory. Of course, his husband would be more than okay. If he was still up, then he was probably lost in some project right now. Muttering beneath his breath his own thoughts to himself, unaware he was doing it, or talking to Craydl, collaborating and conspiring with the technoplasmic AI on their latest project. His chest filled with warmth at the thought of him. All he wanted was to hear his heartbeat and its familiar rhythm. He needed that familiar sound he had grown so used to listening to in the dead of night as they slept in their home and in their bed as they laid wound around one another, to settle himself and set his mind at ease. He just wanted to know that he was alright too. A little peek wouldn't hurt. Match closed his eyes and concentrated.