TheUnchartedSuperheros// Uncharted and Dc

Master List~ Prompt List~ Requests are OPEN!! ( But I won't right about sensitive things!!) Hi! I wanted to make a Dc and Uncharted blog so i just mashed it into one blog! I do not know a whole lot about most Dc characters but I know enough! I have not seen the Arrow,Flash, or Smallville so I can't write specifically for those hero's but I can write there comic book and cartoon version because like idk if they have different personalities in the shows. But I write for anyone in Uncharted!! I kinda do NSFW but its actually not a lot of action so yea...

[tiktoksthataregood-ish]

[kumeko]

Oh Billy, you look so small right there…

[mcstack]

Superman’s sheer anger over Billy Batson’s situation is a sight to behold. Batman and Robin get away with it because he knows it’s the world’s best internship and that Bruce is willing to put out all the stops to protect him. But Billy? He doesn’t have anyone looking out for him. And that pisses off Superman more than anything.

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

Seriously, Clark’s face here

He is ready to kick the ass of whoever put this boy in this situation SO HARD

[rael-rider]

Next page he really lets the Wizard Shazam have it.

[nerdgerhl]

Shit, son. I might have to buy this book for those last two panels alone.

[catbountry]

When Superman is written well he is an amazing goddamned character.

[incognitomoustache]

these few pages are some of my favourite in comic book history. So good. For anyone wondering what the next few pages look like, here you go:

This is a bigger deal than some of you might think, because Superman is one of the heroes in the DC Universe who keeps his secret identity pretty damn secret, because as probably the most powerful and influential person on earth, a lot of people do not wish him well - and would jump at the chance to hold people dear to him as leverage.

Yet, he trusts this poor, scared little kid. To comfort him, and entrust him with his biggest secret - just as Billy did for him.

Superman is just really important, ok?

[fipindustries]

this for people to truly understand superman

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

batman but with anatomically correct bat ears

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

if i may humbly elucidate:

[chocolatemicenwhiskey]

@ritzy-biscuit

[ritzy-biscuit]

@chocolatemicenwhiskey

Hope no one screams in those ears 😬

[ritzy-biscuit]

@origami-trust

I took a screenshot of your tags before you fixed them >:D

Can you imagine a bat dressed, crazed man driving by just yelling “ECHOLOCATION!”

[ritzy-biscuit]

@jovialjuggernaut @stephalupagous @untilfurthern0tice HERE.

[mylovelessnightmare]

Happy Halloween everyone!! 🎃

[theunchartedsuperheros]

as we know the Uncharted trailer dropped and here are my thoughts:

• I'm angry. I'm angry because they said it was going to be a prequel and added older drake references. like libertalia (4) and uncharted 3.

• they added in chloe when she was introduced later to older nate's story. I love chloe but don't just throw her in because she's a fan favourite

• mark walberg as sully

• it does look like a good movie. I will give it that much. it does look fun!

• Tom Holland was an alright choice for young nate. I just don't get

• is Antonio Banderas supposed to be rafe???

• sully with no mustache

• they claim its a prequel, throw in older game references, added chloe and seemed to leave out elana.

• fear of them fucking up chloe's character. and really all of them

in conclusion I will be giving the film and chance and will watch it BUT I am not happy with what I have seen so far. hopefully it's better then the trailer but I'm not holding out much hope.

[theunchartedsuperheros]

jay clean out your inbox challenge 2021. imma try this so badly. I will not be writing the Jerome ones tho. sorry I don't write for him or joker. BUT I will be adding The Suicide Squad to this blog. I won't write for king shark. sorry

[mylovelessnightmare]

I'll be sharing this to my other blogs as well BUT do yall think i should stream?? could talk about random stuff or even my stories and stuff on here. make it like a podcast or stream games with my friends if their comfortable with that too. what do you guys think??

[ragingbookdragon]

All I Wanna Be Is Somebody To You

A Jason Todd x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 2.6K Warnings: None

Author's Note: For the one anon who wanted a nervous reader! I hope I did this justice for you, darling! Enjoy! -Thorne

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She didn’t hate talking. Not really. But the idea of holding conversations with people she didn’t know sent her heart fluttering and her throat tightening until it was impossible to breathe. More often than not, she found herself apologizing a lot for the stuttering or the repeating of things she said. Most people gave her odd looks, told her to stop apologizing so much (like that ever helped anyone), or laughed and told her she was cute—which was nice until she realized they meant in a childish sort of way rather than an endearing one.

But it wasn’t always like that. According to her parents, there’d been a time when she couldn’t stop talking. Always had something to say and had somebody to tell. Something changed during her years, she knew when, even if she didn’t want to admit it to herself or her family when they asked what happened to their outgoing and talkative daughter. Too many times she’d heard, “You know no one cares about X, right?” or “Oh my God, will you shut up?” and every time she heard it from a friend it dug into her a little deeper, made her shut her mouth tighter, and tore her heart much harsher.

And because she chose to be the silent type instead of the outgoing one, people assumed her arrogant and cold, distant and rude, and she found herself spending most of middle school and high school by herself. She was glad when graduation came, and while she’d dreaded giving her valedictorian speech, she did manage to get through it without too much trouble. It did feel like her one triumph against everyone who ignored her throughout school.

College freed her. Allowed her to make a flexible schedule, take smaller classes, and be solitary when she wanted. She’d refused a dorm room on the campus, living only fifteen minutes from Gotham University, instead choosing to commute daily and she liked it a lot more than having roommates in a four-bedroom apartment on the school grounds.

When she wasn’t in class, she stayed home a lot. It came with being a homebody, but when she did go out into the great big city, she liked to shop. Little antique shops or bookstores. She went to bookstores more than she did school. There was something so wonderful about finding a book in the shop and sitting down at a café and reading quietly. Which is how she met him, and for the life of her she couldn’t figure out why he wanted anything to do with her. She was quiet and shy, and he was open and flirty. They obviously didn’t match in any way, shape, or form. At least, that’s what she thought.

***

She drew her gaze along the wall of books before her, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she searched for the novel. It’d been a long time since she’d read The Count of Monte Cristo, a copy of her father’s that he’d had when she was just a child. Something had reminded her of it the other day and all she could think about was getting her own so she could annotate in the margins.

As she came across it, she started reaching when someone got to it first, one finger pulling it out by its spine before taking it into their hand. She visibly deflated with a soft sigh as it was the last copy and hung her head in defeat.

“I’m sorry, were you wanting this too?” Her head cocked up and she gazed at the young man before her. He smiled and she felt like she’d been shot in the chest at how dazzling it was. “Here, you can have it.”

Swallowing thickly, she shook her head, “You got it first.” Nodding, she added, “It’s yours.”

He cocked a brow at that. “Well, from the devastated look on your face, doll, you want it to be yours.”

Her cheeks warmed at that, and she felt nervous where she stood, resisting the urge to fidget under his scrutiny. “N-no it’s okay.” She said. “You take it.”

“Oh no you don’t. That’s not how this works.” He chuckled and took her hands, pressing the book into them, then he winked at her. “The doll deserves to have her book.”

If there had ever been a time in which she wanted to explode from embarrassment, it was then, and before she knew it, she shoved the book back into his arms and so hard that it must’ve knocked the wind out of him because he gasped. She spun around and took off down the aisle and out the front doors as fast as she could, wanting nothing more than to disappear in the crowded streets. That or sink into the ground. Maybe next week she’d come back and get the book. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be there again.

***

Then again, her hopes were always wrong, and she picked up the copy of The Divine Comedy, flipping it open to read the first page.

“I see you’re a fan of the classics, aren’t you, doll?”

She snapped the book shut when she heard his voice and looked over at him. Something inside annoyed her at the cocky smirk he wore, much more was the arm he had resting on the top of the bookshelf as he gazed at her.

“You know, you left a nice bruise on me the other week.” He quipped, shifting his weight to cross his ankles. “You’re pretty strong.”

“Thank you,” she muttered, turning to look back at the book. “Sorry I hit you…it was an accident.”

“Well, I can accept your apology if you tell me your name.”

“Why?” she questioned quietly, wiggling her toes.

“Because I wanna put a name to such a cute face. Why else?” he flirted, and she scowled at the book cover. “Oh, that’s an even more adorable face.”

“Quit doing that!” she hissed. “It’s not funny!”

He chuckled. “Oh contraire, it’s actually hilarious.” He took a step towards her. “I’m Jason, by the way.”

Her eyes darted to the outstretched hand, and she stared at it for a split second before softly shaking it. “(Y/N).” she murmured.

Before she could pull her hand back, he raised it and pressed his lips to her knuckles. “Enchanté ma chérie,” he professed, breath hot against her skin and just like before, she was so absolutely flustered she was yanking her hand back and poor Jason’s grip slipped, and he whacked himself in the face with his own hand.

“Nice to meet you!” (Y/N) yelped and scurried off down the aisle and to the register where she purchased her book in record time. Third time was the charm and she prayed that he wouldn’t be there again.

***

And whoever lived upstairs must’ve really had it out for her because she flipped the page in her One Thousand and One Arabian Nights and heard an exaggerated cough. Looking up through her eyelashes, she saw Jason standing there with a grin on his face. “Hello (Y/N),” he purred, and she immediately felt her cheeks become hot.

“Hi Jason,” she muttered, gazing at her book, listening to the chair screech as he sat down across from her.

“How are you doing today?” he asked, setting down his own copy of Arabian Nights.

(Y/N) cleared her throat, finding it harder to focus on the book over the smell of his woody and oriental cologne. She thought she smelled a twinge of tobacco with it. “I’m fine.” Her eyes found his teal ones for a moment. “And you?”

He smiled, making her heart pick up a beat. “Doing pretty good.” He winked. “I got to see you again. Though I’m hoping I don’t get hit again. Either by a book or my own fist.”

“Sorry…” she cringed, sinking down in her seat. “That was an accident.”

Jason shrugged and propped his elbows on the table, placing his chin on his fingers. “Don’t worry about it. Say, do you like coffee?”

“I do,” she murmured.

“Great, want anything from the café?” he asked, nodding at the board and she looked over at it.

“I guess I could order a latte,” she replied more to herself than him, starting to pull her wallet out.

“Nah, I got it.” Jason said, standing from his seat.

(Y/N) blinked. “Wait, what?”

“I said I got it.” He quipped and she jumped from her seat to stop him, but caught the leg of her chair, and she flailed, stumbling right into Jason. They went tumbling to the floor and she landed atop him. For a minute they were both stunned silent as the people in the store looked at them and he smirked at her. “Well, this saves me the trouble of asking you out to dinner.” He winked again. “Should’ve told me you had a bold streak, doll.”

She immediately scrambled up, placing one of her hands on his chest to shove off him when her leg slipped, and her knee went into his groin. He groaned and rolled over, holding his crotch and (Y/N) was so mortified all she could do was apologize profusely and at one point she was sure she was mixing up her words, but it didn’t matter. Grabbing her things, she started running off a third time.

Though she’d made it ten feet out of the door and down the street before someone grabbed her round the waist and hauled her to a stop. “Oh no! We’re not doing this pattern again! I am not getting hit a fourth time!”

(Y/N) spun in his arm and gaped at him. “I’m sorry!”

Jason sighed heavily and lowered his head. “Holy crap, I’ve never had such a hard time getting a girl to go out with me.”

“You wanna go out with me?” She pointed to herself despite her flustered state. “W-with me?” she gave him a dubious look. “Really? M-me?”

“Well, if you wanna hit me a fourth time to be sure, go ahead, but yeah,” he retorted then heaved another sigh. “Jeez, talk about getting hit on.”

(Y/N) spluttered at that. “I did not hit on you!”

“Right, you just hit me instead.”

“It was an accident! And I said I was sorry!”

Jason grinned at her and arm away. “Well, I’ll accept your sorry’s if you go on a date with me.”

She blinked at him. “A date? When?”

“Tonight.” He said. “There’s a bookstore down in the town square for insomniacs. Open until seven A.M. and serves a mean cup of hot cocoa.” Jason smiled and took her hand. “So? How ‘bout it, doll? Wanna go out with me tonight?”

All she could do was simply stare at this gorgeous man that obviously had a thing for her for some god forsaken reason. “Why?” she asked blankly, and he seemed to falter at that.

“Why what?” he repeated, confusion etching across his face.

“Why do you wanna go out with me?” (Y/N) gestured to herself. “I’m weird.”

“So am I.” he agreed.

“I stutter a lot.”

“So does my brother.”

“I don’t talk a lot. I don’t like talking a lot. People get mad at me when I talk a lot and I prefer to listen and you’re not going to like going out with me because I’m going to be super quiet because I get flustered easily and I—”

Jason put his hand over her mouth and stared at her. “Do you ever take a breath?” she nodded silently, and he sighed. “Look, (Y/N), it’s only taken getting shoved in the stomach with a book, getting punched with my own hand, and getting nut-shot to understand that you’re not exactly comfortable with the public.”

He removed his hand. “That’s why I invited you to the bookstore. Because even in the few weeks we’ve known each other, I know you like quiet places. But if you don’t feel comfortable going with me right now, that’s okay. We can take it slow.” Jason smiled at her. “Doll, all I wanna be is somebody to you.”

(Y/N) swallowed thickly and looked at her feet, whispering, “I…don’t wanna go out right now…but I’d like to give you my number…if you’re okay with that?” she shrugged. “We can text.” Feeling hopeful she reached out and placed her hang on his arm. “And get to know each other better? Maybe tell each other our favorite books? That’s…the best way in my opinion.”

His face lit up and he murmured, “I’d love that.” He pulled out his phone, tapping at it before he handed it over to her. “Here you go.”

She took it and looked at the contact name he’d already put in. My Flustered Doll. She glared at him. “You think you’re pretty cute, don’t you, Jason? You’re not. At all.”

He smirked. “Oh, is that so?” She nodded and he quipped, “We’ll just see about that then.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and typed in her number, handing him back his phone. “There you go.” He glanced at it, seemingly satisfied before he locked it and put it back in his pocket, then they met each other’s gazes and she awkwardly pointed over her shoulder. “I’m going home now.”

Jason caught her hand and kissed the back of it. “See you later, doll. Stay cute.”

She was hurrying off again, his laughter in her ears, unaware that their exchanging of numbers was going to evolve into so much more in the coming months.

***

“—And I’m pretty sure I can never show my face again at school, Jay. I’ve never been so embarrassed in all my life.”

He hummed, fingers gently dipping into her spine. “Well, this is coming from the girl that nut-shotted be in the middle of a busy bookstore.”

“Why would you remind me about that?” (Y/N) scowled. “It was an accident.”

“And yet it can’t be more mortifying than telling a guy to shove his head up his ass.” He retorted, eyes still closed as they basked in the sunlight streaming through the window. “This is at least a five on the ten scale.”

“More like a hundred.” She muttered, tucking her head under his chin. “I can’t believe I said that to him. Oh, I was just so—just so mad at what he said about my poem! He was just being mean!” (Y/N) gripped his sweatshirt. “You understand right?”

Jason nodded, his other hand resting at her hip. “Mhm.”

“You don’t think I’m overreacting, do you?” she frowned. “Everyone else thinks I am.”

“Telling someone that their poetry isn’t good because it isn’t iambic pentameter isn’t following constructive criticism, doll. It’s called being a douche.” She giggled and he bent his neck, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Call me next time Lord Douche-Canoe starts on your poetry again and I’ll school him on face-time.”

(Y/N) giggled again and rolled over, pressing them chest to chest and she grinned when he whined at her moving. “Thank you, Jason.”

He smiled at her. “I only take my thanks in kisses. Sorry, doll.”

Rolling her eyes, she bent down and pressed her lips to his. “I love you,” she murmured against him, and he hummed, hands grasping her hips.

“I love you more.”

“Nonsense.”

“Nonsense?” he scoffed, pulling back to look at her. “I am willingly in a relationship with the girl who nut-shot me in—MMHPF!”

(Y/N) shoved a pillow into his face, face hot as she shouted, “Stop bringing that up! It was an accident!” All she got in return was his laughter.

[theunchartedsuperheros]

this is so cute 🥺

[impulsivexcreator]

NOOOOOO ALMOND FUUUCK 🥺🥺🥺🥺

God fucking damnit 

This fucking virus is spreading like a wildfire right now

IF YOU SEE THIS. REBLOG.

DO NOT CLICK ON THE RAY BANS LINK. IT IS A VIRUS THAT WILL HACK YOUR ACCOUNT AND SPREAD THE LINK FURTHER.

[mustard-cookie-moved]

It’s done nothing to my acc (I use firefox with uBlock and noscript unlike 90% of the internet)

Do not click the link without a script blocker! Do not click the link without a proper adblocker! Do not browse the web without Firefox!

Also, it’s not a virus, it’s a phishing link, just have protection active and it’ll be safe. The site looked ad-free for me and shit and uBlock blocked only a few things but DO NOT turn it off in any case.

[impulsivexcreator]

^ REBLOG THIS VERSION ACTUALLY

[courtel-deactivated20211007]

HOLY SHIT someone @ mentioned me in that post, i’m so glad i didn’t click on the link. DO NOT CLICK ON THAT LINK. even if doesn’t get into your account just by you clicking on it, please be safe!

[bread-of-death]

Wait wait so I figured this was ya know, important virus avoiding stuff, but what actually is the post??

[courtel-deactivated20211007]

the post will look like this. i think if your account gets hacked, it’ll make you @ mention your followers in the post. 

so i’ve definitely seen worse viruses (like ones that spread more easily by even viewing the post, or ones that force you to post worse stuff, or of course- getting a hold of your actual personal inromation and doing that shit from there,) but it’s still something to be aware of.

[bread-of-death]

Thanks a ton!

[gaymoods]

HOLY SHIT

[mrandomshitsandwhich-deactivate]

reblogging this one because it actually shows the post to adoid

[courtel-deactivated20211007]

ALRIGHT I’VE ALREADY REBLOGGED THIS GIVING AN UPDATE BUT SERIOUSLY-

do not interact with the post. at all. my account just got hacked about 20-30 minutes ago. i didn’t click on it, so i think there are actually people behind this. which makes it a shit ton harder to avoid getting hacked. do not interact with the post.

[thefatedflowerchild]

Oh shit I got @ in this twice by someone but then it vanished, I had no idea! Please be careful people!!!!

[patchworkfox]

I’ve been @ seven times and the fact that it can’t spell ‘only’ right pisses me off just as much as the post

[spirallingintotheabyss]

I have been tagged about 6 times every day. If I post this, my account was hacked. Do not click on the link please

[cas-backwards-tie]

hello!!! if this is ok to ask, can i have a shout out? im a fairly new dc imagines blog and focuses on writing mainly fluff/angst. ive written a few things already though my asks are still open for requests! its @youngjusticewritings! pls feel free to ignore this if its against your rules or u just dont want to answer!! ❤️ sorry for disturbing u n have a nice day!!!

Hi! Yeah, it’s okay to ask! Honestly, I’ve kind of fallen out of the DC fandom due to some drama that happened two years ago, but I keep seeing art and memes about it everyday which is nice. A lot of people still read my DC stuff so I’m not unsurprised by this ask, so I’ll pass it on!

Shout Out to @youngjusticewritings ! Please go check them out, they came all the way here to send me (and politely, I may add) this ask! I feel like now that I’m shouting you out, I definitely have to go take a look at your work :) I bet it’s great. Thank you for sending me this ask and being so nice about it, I think fluff and angst are great! A lot of writers feel pressure to write smut, depending on the fandom, but it’s definitely not necessary at all. I hope you have a great day too!

[theunchartedsuperheros]

Can you write for Riddler?

I can

[mylovelessnightmare]

so after months of debating I have made a kofi!!! feel free to support me! im not gonna advertise it on every fic since I don't mind if I get anything or not, it's just there. I will accept private fics for kofi if you so desire one and will personally send it to you instead of posting it on tumblr. that includes ocxcanon fics!! I'll link it in my about the blog as well! I will also be reblogging this to my other side blogs as well. they are listed in the kofi.

https://ko-fi.com/jay2078

Buy Jay a Coffee. ko-fi.com/jay2078

Buy a Coffee for Jay with Ko-fi.com

[theunchartedsuperheros]

Which DC cartoons can you do?

not many, but I can do

the batman (2004-08)

batman beyond

teen titans

justice league (2001)

[theunchartedsuperheros]

2 with Jerome Valeska? thanks love💕

I’m sorry sweetie but I don’t write for jerome :(

[theunchartedsuperheros]

hello! still taking requests for gotham?

I do but I won’t write for jerome. 

[theunchartedsuperheros]

Please write a story about Batmom being Black? There's only one other Story like that in all of Tumblr and as a black girl I would like so much to see more. Steph inlove with her braids & kinky curls. Her children being protective. Duke feeling closer to her. Damien loving her to bits How racist the media can be. The realisation of how whitewashed Gotham high society is. Her in Young Justice? How Talia & Selena make her feel. Her baby with Bruce. Just really wanna see myself in these Batmom fics

I can definitely write this for you! Please PM me do we can talk out more details and so sorry for the late reply

[theunchartedsuperheros]

Hi! Do you still take requests for Oswald Cobblepot? It’s okay if you don’t!💜🤗🎄👑😇

I do!