lightning shock

Black Superheroes of the DCU.
A couple commissioned me to do this piece as a gift of inspiration and empowerment for their daughter. Loved drawing it :)

*Una pareja me encargó esta imagen como un regalo de inspiración y empoderamiento para su hija. Disfruté mucho dibujándola :)

You know what I find really cool about Static Shock in Re-watch?

It’s the fact that he’s such a fanboy for Black heroes.

I remember the episode where he meets Anansi, and he blatantly states that it was nice to see a hero who looked like him doing good. Because there wasn’t a lot of them where he came from. 

Here’s the dialog:

Static to Anansi in “Static In Africa”

Virgil: I never knew how important it was to meet a role model like you.”

Anansi: “Role Model?”

Virgil: “Yeah, a Black superhero. I dunno, it validates me somehow.”

Anansi: “Heroes come in every color my friend.”

Virgil: “I know, it’s just sometimes I wish there was a Black superhero back home for folks to look up to.”

Anansi: “Oh but there is, and he is my hero too.”

Notice how Virgil said “Validates” 

I remember the episode where Static not only admitted to being a Green Lantern fan (which was Fallen Hero) but he also admitted that sometimes he pretends to be Green Lantern when no one was around (and this episode was called “Jump”)

And then there was “Blast From the Past” where he met Soul Power and gained a huge respect for a Black hero (and his sidekick) who came before him. 

I know we all say “Representation Matters” but Static Shock actually showed why it matters, and showed it through the eyes of a superhero less.

And Dwayne McDuffie didn’t bother to mince words, or downplay Virgil’s blackness, or his need for validation through positive representation, for the sake of “colorblindess.” And it’s so nice to see that, especially now when we we’re older and more consciously aware of racial issues. 


What? No hugs and tears for an old friend? Not like i’d expect it though.
If you’d shouted “Fang!” and hugged me i mighta had a heart attack on the spot.
But i’m glad to see you’re still the same.It’s been a long time,after all…

Boss Machina

Grog is a literal mountain of hit-points and anger. He’s fast, strong, and difficult to hurt. A boss fight that would mostly come down to avoiding being hit or outsmarting him. He can grow to massive proportions and has access to many powerful weapons. No matter what magic or weapons you use, he’ll shrug it off easily. I’d suggest you flee, but Grog doesn’t like it when his playmates get away.

Vax in a dark cave with high ceilings and no light. Extremely fast and can attack from any angle. If you don’t see him before he strikes, you won’t survive long enough to hit back. But is a glass canon. A few good hits is enough to break the raven’s wings if you can hit him in the first place.

Vex in a dark forest. Similar to her brother, she can attack from most angles and is difficult to spot. You cannot hide from her keen eyes and your intentions will be clear as day. If you get separated from your group and can’t fly, you’ll quickly find an arrow in your heart. If you can ground her and get close, you may have a chance, if you avoid her dangerous little Trinket. Perhaps money would suffice her greed? If not, the forest’s brambles will restrain you until she finishes you off, leaving a freshly grown tree to mark your demise.

Percy is a genius. A mad scientist who can build all kinds of traps in his battle area, Whitestone Castle. Loud explosions of fire and metal will slam into you every step you take from the labyrinth Percival calls home. The hex he lays on you will weaken you, and he’ll make sure he takes advantage of it. He’s unnaturally lucky and dangerous. I’d recommend getting close or trying to talk to him. In both cases, Diplomacy will not be on your side, and neither will the law.

Pike is a surprising foe. With the power of a divine god by her side and immense strength for her size you will find that you’ve underestimated her. Every time you think you’re getting somewhere she heals herself and stands again. Even if you do manage to take her down to zero, divine fire will scorch you in an explosion and she’ll rise again for round two. She’s not particularly fast with her armor, and she won’t surprise you, but don’t let this small tank call her goddess for help. If she answers, you’ll never stand a chance.

Scanlan is a silly little man. He has tricks, traps, and troubling ideas. He can become an ancient dinosaur capable of destroying an entire building. Create a massive hand that can crush you into paste. If you bring friends and hope that more targets will make it easier, you may find yourself fighting who you once called a friend. Perhaps you’ll sneakily capture his daughter and demand he surrender. Just make sure the locks are strong, otherwise you’ll deal with two Shorthaults instead of one.

Keyleth, Voice of the Tempest, will be your biggest trial. She can take any form. Dragon, Demon, Beholder, Elementals, and monstrous Beasts. That’s if she wants to play with her food of course. If she was really interested in killing you, she wouldn’t change at all. Instead, she’d summon an elemental and the forces of nature against you. Spell after spell will strike you. You might be shocked by lightning, you could be withered away, a massive tidal wave can sweep you away, perhaps she’ll have mercy and simply drain your mind of thought and make you no more than a stupid doll. She will live longer than the next ten generations of your family and will never get any easier to defeat. Incredibly wise and self-aware, tricking her will prove difficult. She may seem awkward or clumsy, but don’t mistake that for weakness.

Taryon is Glass Joe. It’s the robot to watch out for. Just fight him underwater, and watch the ring.

The things that make me feel some kinda way about Injustice 2: A quick Black perspective

1. Vixen being a premier skin to Cheetah. I feel that’s a slight to DC’s leading Black female hero. Her skill set is much deeper than the preset powers enforced upon her by just being another “skin” to an existing character. She has the power of the red a.k.a the entire animal kingdom.
2. Not having Static or Black Lighting as a playable character, yet Raiden is set to be DLC. Now I’ve heard that either Static or Black Lighting may be a skin for Raiden but why is it that they come second to someone who is not of the DC universe in the first place? We’ve already had Scorpion in Injustice 1 as well as will be getting Subzero in this game already. If I wanna play MK, I’ll play MK.
3. John Stewart being a skin to Hal Jordan (is all this considered black face or is that too much of a reach on my part?). Now I know it would be too many lanterns if John Stewart was a separate character but Stewart and Jordan are largely different from each other in that they think differently and therefore do not use their powers the same. Plus I don’t know how I feel about him saying “Put some respect on my name” when Birdman, a.k.a Baby, is clearly a real life supervillain.
4. Black Manta is such an underrated character as is Aquaman admittedly. Why is DC not using this opportunity to put him at the forefront as they are with the rebranding of Aquaman? Instead he’s just DLC as well.
5. All the Black characters on launch are ones that by design are splintered in their experiences as Black people. Cyborg, these days is much less man than he is machine. DC does not focus on his character development and uses him as a plot device 9 times out of 10. Him being so separated from humanity also separates him and his impact as a Black male. Firestorm, technically is half an old white man in order to keep him in line. He literally has an overseer living in him in order to use his powers.
6. Since DC loves forcing Batman and his lore on us so much, how long before I can play as Batwing? Is he not part of the Bat family of Batman Inc.?

This is just what went through my head. The game play is amazing even with my hangups.

Static/Static Shock

Just because I’m seeing this misunderstanding literally everywhere, especially in light of Black Lightning’s announcement and now trailer, I just want to clear up that Virgil’s superhero name is Static, not Static Shock. Static Shock was only the name of his 2000-2004 animated TV show - and I feel that’s where the confusion originated, because it became ingrained from our early childhoods.

Once again.

Static = Superhero name of Virgil Hawkins.

Static Shock = The name of his 2000-2004 TV Show. 

It’s not a giant deal, I guess, but it’s become a major pet peeve of mine lately, lol.

The Fallacy of Fate (Part 1/?) (Rogers/Barnes x reader)

Requests:  Can I request a Steve, Bucky, & Reader- love triangle? after CA: Winter Soldier, Steve meets Reader; a new agent & they begin to fall in love. Then when Bucky gets back (you decide when) he falls in love with the reader. Idk if you do poly relationships or not but it’s 100% your choice where you take this. I just thought it would be amazing if you wrote this because you’re such a talented writer. 

 jackstimelady said: I couldn’t access so I don’t remember if you write any of the soulmate au’s or not but my request would be for the soulmate au where they have each other’s “symbol” basically tattooed somewhere on them from birth. So like the red star for Bucky or the shield for Steve. And I would preferably like it to be Steve x Reader x Bucky but if you are not cool with writing that type of relationship that is fine and I would be ok with Steve or Bucky with the reader.  but the reader has powers, what they are is up to you, but she gets detained by S.H.I.E.L.D when the find her because of how unstable her powers could be if she were to ever lose control so they give her the choice of either be locked up in “super jail” or join the team and learn how to fully harness her powers.

Fate.  You never really believed in it; belief never changed your course through life anyway, so fate was just an idea that never stuck. Having a soulmate was another fallacy that you refused to buy into, even though you had watched couple after couple find themselves around you.  That was something that Nick Fury had claimed to be why he brought you into SHIELD, your stubborn tenacity, but as your tenure as an agent went on, you began to realize that he had other ideas.  

The week that your beliefs began to change had started with a Monday like any other; waking up far too early for a shift that you dreaded working, a mandatory stop at the gym for a workout that made your body ache, and a stale cup of coffee from the break room that had likely been sitting in the pot from the night shift.  It was the same thing every day, and the monotony began to wear on you.

“Agent (Y/L/N),” Nick greeted plainly, stopping to stand at your side as you waited for the elevator, “how’s your morning so far?”  His thick fingers were drumming on the tablet in his hands, tucked behind him as he watched the numbers of each floor click by.

“Oh, just captivating,” you snapped, tossing your cup into the garbage with a snap of your wrist.  “I heard that we had new optic sensors installed upstairs, so I wore lenses to screw with it.”

Nick turned with a hesitant grin, taking advantage of his comfort with you to reach up and take your chin to tip your head so that he could see your work.  “Oh, yeah,” he nodded, “I thought there was something different about you today.”

“Gotta keep things interesting.  So, was there something that you needed from me, sir?”

“Right,” he jolted, releasing you and extending his other hand to give you his tablet, “there’s someone that I think you should meet.  You’ve been with us for a few months now, and you’ve kept your powers under control, so I think it’s safe to move forward.”

“Forward?”  You swiped your finger across the glass, the bright illumination of it playing across your expression of confusion that changed to a fast resolution as he watched.  The elevator door opened, but you held firmly in place as he chose to enter. “Director, there’s no reason for me to meet Captain Rogers.”

“That shield tattooed on your arm says otherwise.”

“I told you, I don’t believe in soulmates,” you hissed, thrusting the tablet back.  “Besides, the shields don’t match.  The star at the center of mine is red.  The one he carries is white.  I’m sorry to dash your hopes of love at first sight or de-virginizing the poor guy or whatever you’re buying into this week, sir, but it’s not gonna happen.”

Just as the lift doors closed, you swore that you saw that knowing grin from your boss, the grin that he had worn on the day he brought you in, convinced that he knew what was best for you.  Sure, he was right, but you didn’t try to ever make that too obvious.  You were a power running loose in the world, needing control, and he challenged himself and SHIELD to do it; it was a gamble that paid off, because you could easily wipe out any life around you with the snap of your fingers but never felt the urge.  This was the disarming grin that sold you on that first offer of safety here, and to see it again only set you on edge as to what he was planning for your life now.  

“Darlin’, you never know when fate might drop into your lap.”


It wasn’t your lap that fate would fall into, but rather into the Potomac river.

Standing on the lawn of the Triskelion as helicarriers dropped from the sky one by one, it was the third and final boat that drew in your attentions.  Actually, not so much the helicarrier itself, but the energy that you were being fed from two very specific passengers.  Steve was one of them, you could tell that from the characteristics in the sound of his heartbeat; you were in tune to so much life around you that you normally had to shut it out just to stay sane, but this sound was breaking down those barriers.  It sounded like he carried two hearts, it was so loud and persistent.  As you watched the Captain fall from the ship and into the river, the beating began to slow, only now it was muffled by the depths of water he was sinking into.  It still kept the same rhythm, and when you looked up you knew exactly why; the Winter Soldier was there, and the two of them shared the same energy that had been pushing you back.  He seemed to be scanning the water for the man who had fallen, and you felt compelled to help.

You extended your hand and sought out the sinking energy from Steve, pushing past the life around him, finding him quickly.  Closing your eyes, you hoped that the Soldier was still watching as you illuminated the waters around his target for him to find, confirming that he was when the loud splash of water signaled his dive in after him.  You broke into a sprint along the bank of the river, jumping over pieces of fallen debris that now littered the scene in every direction; it hadn’t actually occurred to you that you might have just given Steve’s location to a man who was trying to kill him, and you were the only one who could stop him.  

“Shit,” you muttered, stumbling over a fallen tree, catching your toe on it when you tried to jump to clear it, only to find yourself caught by the very man you had come to intercept. The grip of his metal hand pinched at your skin and stuck to the sweat beading from it, but you didn’t notice.

“You…uh…you okay?”

“Yes, fine,” you shook him away, looking down at his feet with a gasp, “is he?”

“He’s alive.  I have to go.”

“What?  No, hold on,” you interrupted, taking an uncalculated and likely stupid risk by reaching out and grabbing his hand.  Only this time, it was his human hand, and it felt as if a bolt of lightning shocked you both into place.  “W-who are you?”

“I’m no one…I don’t…I don’t know,” he answered in amazement, his eyes wide with fear.  “What did you just do to me?”

“I was about to ask you the same thing.”

It wasn’t clear how much time had passed between you as you both stood almost perfectly still, searching each other for an answer that neither of you knew how to give.  Your hands were still joined and the energy running through your skin was still as sharp and vibrant as the moment you touched.  You didn’t know who this guy was, but there was something about him that drew you in and fed your need to figure it out, and fast.

Steve began to cough up some of the water that he had breathed in, sputtering and convulsing on the ground next to you, finally giving you a jolt to pull away from the Soldier’s grip and turn to him.  “Captain Rogers?  You’re okay,” you tried to reassure him, reaching out to take his hand, but then it happened again.

“What is that?  Why does that keep happening?” you shuddered, turning to look back, but the Soldier was already walking away.  “Hey! Don’t leave!” you tried, but you couldn’t bring yourself to let go of Steve to go after him.  The connection was so powerful, in fact, that the only thing running through your mind now was the sound of Fury’s voice and what you would say to that know-it-all when he found out that he may have been right all along. When the sun hit the bright red star on the Soldier’s arm, the very same one that you carried on your own, you had no choice but to believe.  Maybe soulmates did exist.

And maybe you were just lucky enough to have two, if lucky was even the right word to choose.


“So, how does it feel?” Nick smiled, sitting across from you outside of Steve’s hospital room.  He had that damn grin again, as if he were waiting for this exact moment.  That smug bastard.

“How does what feel?”

“Being in the presence of greatness?”

“Well,” you shrugged, “Steve and I haven’t really had a chance to talk, given his whole unconscious thing.  His friend Sam seems to think pretty highly of him.”

“You little shit,” Nick snapped, pointing a harsh finger your way, “I was talking about me.  Helluva lot of nerve you have there, missy, and by the look on your face you knew exactly what I meant-“

“Excuse me,” Sam joined in now, peeking his head from Steve’s room, “but Cap says to watch your language out here.  People are trying to sleep.”

Sam had been the first one at Steve’s side when you called back to HQ and asked for help to bring him in, finding that he was far too heavy to drag along the river by yourself. The man was already knocked out and half drowned, so you didn’t feel the need to add a dislocated shoulder to the mix. Sam seemed like a nice enough guy; clearly committed to whatever Steve needed, fighting at the side of a superhero without so much as a second thought to his own safety.  He smiled more than he didn’t, and he had an ease about him that you hoped to get to know.  There weren’t many people in the world that you actually wanted to be around, generally finding that you disliked most, so it was almost refreshing to find one who could sneak his way in.

“He’s awake?” you asked quickly, standing to meet him.  “I need to talk to him.”

“Whoa, darlin’, let’s not get too excited, he’s barely opened one eye.”

“That’s because the other one is swollen shut, genius,” Nick added for you, standing to have your back. “Let her in, Wilson.”

“You’re not the Director of me.”

“I’m not the Director of anybody,” he shrugged, “but this might change your mind.”  Reaching around, he grabbed your arm and pulled up your sleeve to reveal the shield that was emblazoned in your skin, waiting for the inevitable shocked response, though he wouldn’t get it.

“The star’s red,” Sam huffed, crossing his arms defensively.  “Cap’s is white.”

Nick paused, still holding your arm extended with a really firm grip that you tried to get out of but only found him squeezing harder.  “Yeah, and I’m gonna let you take a minute to put this all together. You let me know when that lightbulb comes on.”

Furrowing his brow, Sam looked from the shield and to you, then to Nick and back, his mind trying to put the pieces together, not finding that they made much sense.  “Why would it be red?  If you’re Cap’s soulmate, then shouldn’t it be white?  Hell, honest to God I thought that Barnes was his soulmate, the way he talks about the guy.  Actually, now that I take a closer look, that star is about the same color as the one…on Barnes’…shoulder…” he paused, letting the pieces finally fall into place.

“There it is,” Nick smiled, gently pushing you forward.  “Now, if you’ll excuse the lady.”

Now Sam was more than willing to take a step aside, even holding the door for you at that.  You stopped just inside the door, barely crossing over the threshold, not out of fear but out of the sudden inability to breathe at the sight of Steve looking back.  Sam pulled the door closed with a grin towards his friend, but it only spurned Steve on.  He must not have been fully unconscious when your hands had met back on the river, and he seemed to be remembering.  The look of pure, unabashed, hopeless love in his one good eye left you stunned and with nowhere to run, and a voice that barely made a sound.

“I woke up too damned early for this.”

Part 2