#man he was one of those big transformers artists I look up to

[ashacadence]

What's he playin?

rocket league and probably with Bumblebee

#transformers #alex milne #man he was one of those big transformers artists I look up to

[deancaspinefest]

Suddenly I See

Author: Fanboi214 | Artist: hexentaenzerin

Posting on Thursday April 4

After a reckless night, Dean wakes up as a newly transformed succubus. While his new powers force him to acknowledge the sexual tension between him and Castiel, they also leave him incapable of addressing it without killing the angel. In the meantime, the boys race to undo the transformation before it becomes permanent.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

Dean looked across to Cas, whose cheeks turned fire engine red. His eyes grew wide like saucers, they darted around the room, refusing to land anywhere. Dean’s face dropped and he felt himself begin to blush. Missouri and Sam both had that same kind of quiet knowing look on their faces. Dean was dumbfounded. The implication was so clear. The room’s refusal to put words to it only granted it more weight. Did… Cas like him? Like in a gay way? Sure everyone joked about that constantly, but that wasn’t a thing. Not really. Dean felt his breathing grow faster. His palms were sweating. Why was he reacting to this so dramatically? He shook off becoming a succubus in under a minute. But Cas liking him? That felt impossible. Why was no one saying anything? Why was no one looking at him?

“Cas?” Dean said gently his voice cracking as he spoke. Dean’s voice rang in Cas’ ear like a clarion call. There was a desperation in it that Castiel would never ignore, could never ignore.

Cas finally forced himself to focus and looked up at Dean. That was the second Dean’s heart broke because he saw the fear in Castiel’s eyes. Those big, steadfast, crystal blue eyes were quivering, watering at their edges as they braced for pain. Castiel was afraid of him. His angel, his best friend, the man who pulled him from hell, who he pulled from purgatory, his Cas was afraid of him. What had he done so wrong to make Castiel feel that way? Had Dean not shown by now that he would always, always have Castiel’s back? Apparently not. Because Cas was staring at him like a hurt puppy. He was convinced Dean’s reaction to this would wound him. And it did.

Cas looked across the table into Dean’s eyes and his heart broke because he saw sadness. Dean’s shimmering emerald eyes had gone dull, their infectious, effervescent, spirit shrouded by sorrow. The prospect of Cas’s affections had birthed an anguish in the hunter. Cas suspected it wasn’t a choice, he knew that no matter how weirded out or disgusted Dean was by his affections Dean would try to be nice, to set him down gently. But those eyes didn’t lie. Cas had expected too much, wanted too much. Dean had given him an appreciation for the world, a family. He’d given him something to live and fight for. And yes, Dean’s gaze made him feel like he was loved and desired, but that was how all people felt when Dean Winchester looked upon them. Because Dean was kind empathetic and endlessly giving. And Cas had such a hard time understanding human emotions that he’d misunderstood that. He’d gotten too greedy. And now he had ruined everything.

(continue reading on Ao3 on Thursday April 4)

#destiel #deancas #destiel fic #deancas fic #destiel art #deancas art #pinefest 2024 #pinefest previews #2024 Dean/Cas Pinefest #author: Fanboi214 #artist: hexentaenzerin #First Time #Angst #Case Fic

[suguwuus]

Hii babe!! Omg I’ve been obsessed with your pajama pants book on wattpad for years I can’t believe I found your tumblr, ur my favourite Connor writer.

Anyway I figured I’d send an ask!! Maybe something with a daughter of Aphrodite reader? Could you do protective connor plss, I don’t rly mind the scenario whether it’s creepy guy or like in a battle or whatever.

Thanks so much!! 🩷🩷

HEYYY HII OMG thank u blushes kicks feet!!!

the damsel in distress trope is so outdated and children of aphrodite def have sparkly pink bejeweled weapons so this being set on the battlefield is crossed out of the list. also i dont like the ending but idk ??

edit: im sorry if this didnt meet your expectations of protective connor idk i feel like it's off or boring so feel free to ask for a redo or another one w this situation 😭😭😭😭 not sure if i interpreted ur req right but lmk if i did or if u have anything to say

wc: 1.7k words

contains: erm the general creep u meet while minding ur own business idfk that's literally it

"G'morning, beautiful." Connor smiles down at you as you wake up from your rest. How many hours was that? Three? Four? A few hours as your beauty rest was better than none, so you let that worry go and sucked it up.

"Morning, Connor," you replied, your voice as sweet and smooth as ever. Your resting place today was hidden between two dumpsters behind a convenience store. At first, the idea revolted all three of you on the quest, but the events that followed that night gave you no choice, and the smell would mask your scent from any monsters. Fortunately, you had your perfume balm on you, enchanted to last for days, so smearing the stuff under your noses was a big help to battle the stench of the dumpsters.

You laid a hand on your boyfriend's shoulder. "Feeling better?" After getting into a car crash last night, his body was probably sore. He pulled a muscle in his shoulder, too. His brother Travis was knocked unconscious, so after hauling him through streets, you two had no choice but to seek shelter somewhere hidden. You only found out, when the sun rose, that you were stationed behind a convenience store. Great. Those things were like playgrounds to the sons of Hermes.

Connor stood up and stretched, testing his shoulder. "Yes! Good as new. Man, I wish mortal stores had stuff flavored with something that tastes like ambrosia."

You gazed up at him, pleased with the state he was in now. "Glad to hear," you smiled.

"Wait, they do. I love salt and vinegar chips. Oh, man, I hope Travis finds some."

You wrinkled your nose, but at the mention of food, your stomach growled. Aside from doing your best to nurse the boys back to a decent state last night, you also took first watch. That, and exhausting all your fighting skills, left you hungry.

You rummaged in your bag for a bottle of water to start your day as Connor picked up his. There you found your plastic bag of half-finished ambrosia, a flask of nectar, your first aid kit, your last change of clean clothes, your hair clip that transformed into your celestial bronze crossbow with a beaded charm around the handle, a magic blow-drier for emergencies, and—there it was.

"Travis is inside. Let's go?" Connor held out a hand and helped you up from the ground, and the two of you walked into the convenience store. You caught a glimpse of Travis, but he didn't catch sight of you back. So instead you put your water back into your bag and headed for the bathroom.

There wasn't much work to do. Just a bit of dusting off your pants and a quick wash of your face and hands to feel clean. As always, you looked perfectly put together, roughed up but in a movie star way, thanks to being a daughter of Aphrodite. It was like those scratches and stray hairs framing your face were strategically placed by a personal makeup artist.

Zipping up your jacket in a way that complimented your figure and the rest of your outfit, you nudged the bathroom door closed with your foot on the way out. Neither of the boys were inside anymore. While you scanned the aisles for them, you felt a pair of eyes on you and turned towards the counter to see a toothy man wearing a puffer vest standing in line. "You lost, sweetheart?"

You didn't like how he looked you up and down. How you felt like you were being examined under his stare. You picked it up immediately, and it made your fists tighten. You simply shook your head, then made for the exit.

Travis and Connor were munching away at breakfast sandwiches and bagels. They handed you a sandwich of your choice and a bottle of yogurt drink and you ate it without complaint, the previous occurence quickly disappearing from your mind.

"Thanks," You mumbled, and then peeked into Travis's paper bag. It had even more sandwiches and snacks inside. Quickly, he wrapped them all up and stuffed them in his bag. "Snagged some extras on my way out." He grinned, satisfied with his work.

"Still headed for the next city hall, right?" He asked.

"Mhm." You took a folded up map out of your back pocket and opened it up. "There's a bus stop right there." You nodded in the general direction of the shed, tracing a manicured finger along the map.

You had to be honest, you were only doing that to look cool. Your dyslexia slowed you down in trying to look for your current location.

You followed Travis and Connor to the waiting shed, passing the map to the former. "Let me do that, love," Connor said as you sat down and began to open your yogurt drink. He took his seat beside you and opened your drink for you, passing it back along with a kiss. The gesture made your stomach flutter. No matter how many people would throw themselves at you and try to get your attention, nothing would ever beat the way Connor made you feel with his princess treatment.

However, your mood immediately soured when the guy from inside the convenience store appeared, sitting beside you and doing a little stretch. When he was done, he turned to you and smiled.

"You're a pretty one, you know that?"

The man's voice was gravelly and he sounded like he needed a drink. You kept your eyes on whatever you could stare at on the other side of the street. "Thank you," You replied.

"You here alone?"

"No," You replied, holding back the urge to grit your teeth. You started to tap your designer boots on the concrete, impatiently awaiting the bus.

"Hm. A doll like you shouldn't be here all by yourself."

You didn't reply. Internally, you gagged and made a face and cussed him out for having the audacity.

Connor tensed up beside you; you could feel it. You huffed and checked your nails, bored. Time seemed to go exceptionally slow while you were in this situation.

When you finally forced your head to turn to see why Connor was so pissed, you saw the guy literally ogling you, a smile on his face with dark eyes that seemed to bore into every bit of you they could find.

It was disgusting. You felt disgusting. Your skin crawled.

You crossed your arms over your torso and scowled, trying to seem as unappealing as possible. Desperate times call for desperate measures, or whatever the saying was. You put a hand on Connor's knee to reassure him that you could handle it, and switched on your meanest girl voice.

"Don't you know it's rude to stare?" You shot the guy your meanest girl glare. It worked, for a second, because the smile melted off his face.

Travis came along, pulling out a pouch where he kept fake ID's and documents in case you needed them. He settled beside Connor, who had draped an arm across your shoulders, and took off his sweater.

The man glanced up at him as he passed by, relentless with his questions. "Is that your boyfriend?"

"No, this is." You moved aside to show Connor. You didn't dare break eye contact with the man, you wanted to show that you weren't afraid.

The man's frown grew deeper. "Well!" He chuckled. "Lucky guy."

Connor cleared his throat beside you. You squeezed his knee, and as curious as you were to see how he looked (because he was hot when he was pissed) you flashed the creep your fakest smile, words laced with poison.

"Your mom never told you not to talk to strangers? It's dangerous, you know." He started to force a laugh, but you cut him off, continuing. "Stop talking, because I don't have any time to waste on you, dickhead."

There was a beat of silence as he processed your words. You cracked a smile and turned back to face the opposite side of the road, satisfied with yourself. But then you heard the rustle of that stupid puffer vest.

"Hey, now, sweetheart, don't be hard. You know, if you're here on vacation, I can tell you a few good places to visit, let me tell you—"

You had just settled your eyes back on your multiple bangles and bracelets when you heard a loud smack from where the man was sitting. Connor stood between you and him and your lips parted in surprise with how quick he was. His hand was raised and the man was clutching his own, face red and showing an expression of pain. You couldn't see Connor's face, since he had his back turned to you, but you could feel how tense the hand that was on your shoulder was.

The bus finally pulled over in front of you. Travis nudged you and Connor took your hand with a stiff one. "C'mon, Y/N, let's go," he said. You eagerly stood up, keeping his hand in yours, but he didn't move. Instead, he waited for the creep to board and when he did so, he looked over his shoulder to steal one last glance at you.

You raised up your middle finger at him, but to your surprise, Connor even gave him a shove further down the aisle as the two of you followed.

Connor and Travis made sure he was seated far, far back in the bus before settling into seats with you. Connor gave you the window seat and the three of you got comfortable, though Connor was still muttering curses under his breath. You sent Travis a thumbs up gesture when he looked at the two of you.

Connor didn't relax even after the bus set off, but he did kick his bag under the seat and take your hand back in his. He planted a kiss on your temple, then your hand. "You alright?"

You nodded. "Nothing I can't handle," You assured him. "Horrible morning, but it's fine."

"Bastard was about to touch you," He muttered, lips moving against the back of your hand. "No one touches my girl if she doesn't like it."

"Mhm." You gave his hand a squeeze back, just as you always do to let him know it's okay.

#guys i don't like the ending #— suguwuu's posts #connor stoll #pjo #connor stoll x reader #pjo x reader #pjo oneshots

[mr2swap]

Dungeons and Dragons

-Jacob! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?! - the childish and strident voice of a child made the gang of friends leave their wooden swords, their plastic shield and their "magical" scepter that was actually a broom on the floor

Among all the "kids" there was one that stood out from all the others, a 35-year-old man, shirtless, holding a large metal sword that would normally decorate the Johnsons' game room, he fell on the grass, The muscular man and Shirtless froze in terror instantly upon recognizing that shrill and annoying voice-Ups! Damn, we met-

A scrawny 8-year-old boy walked into the garden, his angry look turning to surprise as he saw the group of children staring at him in silence. -oh Fuck- those words escaped from his mouth with an adorable tone. -Hm… Hey… Dere- I mean "my" dad needs you to help him move something… from his niece.-

-Hey!… Uncle Dick, don't worry, I told my friends about the amulet, I saw you asleep on the sofa, so I thought you wouldn't mind if I took your body to play and I…- Uncle Dick He slowly approaches the children and takes the huge, hard hand of his little thief of his nephew.

-Yeah! Come on Uncle Dick! Just let me play with my friends for 15 more minutes!...- the rejuvenated Uncle Dick sighed and placed his soft hands on his head to give himself a little massage to prevent his brain from exploding from all the anger and anger. accumulated stress in this. Little time.

-Listen Jack... you took my body without my permission, you told your friends our little secret and you left me locked in your room while I slept with a note that said "I'll give you your body back at dinner time, it would be great if you did my math homework” -How the hell do you think I feel?!-

Jack winced and a couple of tears formed on his face which was covered by a freshly cut beard, he rushed to the grass and started crying as he yelled -SORRY UNCLE Dick I JUST WANTED TO PLAY DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS WITH MY FRIENDS AND KENNY NEVER LET ME BE THE KNIGHT BECAUSE I AM THE SMALLEST OF MY FRIENDS AND ALSO I…-

Now the thunderous voice of his nephew was heard throughout the neighborhood, The Man in the body of his weak nephew looked to all sides worried that one of the neighbors would look at the muscular man throwing a tantrum -Okay, okay! Only 15 more minutes! You're not in trouble! But stop crying for the love of God!-

The tears stopped, Jack using the hideously long fingers of his new hairy hand wiped the tears from him, wiped his nose and stood up. -Thanks Uncle Dick! You're the best! - The children continued their little game while their uncle Dick supervised them, from time to time he checked his text messages so he was not having such a bad time in the skinny body of his nephew Jack.

"I just hope Uncle Dick doesn't mind having to spend another day in my body. When he finds out that I gave my friend Clarence the magic amulet so he could take over his stepfather's body, he's sure to try to kill me. But what?" could I do in my puny body of only one meter? I guess I'll keep the amulet for now, I don't know what planes my brother had with this thing, but I have big planes for his body tomorrow.

We have big planes for tomorrow! We will drive, go to the bar and even buy our first cigarettes! Maybe if we have time we'll play Dungeons and Dragons, maybe we can both be knights now!”

Hey! You can support me to continue creating stories, see similar stories on my patreon, you can also join my discord if you are interested in role-playing about bodyswap, possession and transformation, m2m!

#bodyswap #body swap #male body swap #body switch #male transformation

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello may I ask a quick question do you write for Male reader like for example a Male Akaza reader x Portas d Ace. Or like Gray fullbuster with a long lost Twin male Reader who is a master thief , and con artist but the council blames gray for his brother’s misdeeds?

Hello, my dear one, I do write male readers but I’m still pretty fresh at it so please forgive me. Looking over your request and what you sent to me I decided to take the easier of the two, just so I can practice a bit more. I hope you like it!

-Unlike the other members of the guild who were all panicking, demanding to know why the guards were apprehending Gray, accusing him of crimes, Gray was calm, as he knew that he never did any of what the guards said he did, stealing from obnoxiously wealthy nobles, mocking the guards, trespassing, and breaking and entering to name a few.

-Everyone was stunned when the guards provided photographic proof, showing a young man wearing a beautiful black suit with a swallowtail jacket and a black flat cap on top with pristine white gloves, swinging away from the royal palace on a zip line.

-The man in the photo was undeniably Gray! It looked just like him!!

-A few others, the more levelheaded members, were able to show proof of Gray’s whereabouts during these crimes, including video records and multiple witnesses including those not in the guild.

-The head guard was beside himself, there was no denying the proof of the alibi, that whoever committed all these crimes was not Gray.

-This led to an investigation, thinking it was someone using transformation magic to make themselves look like Gray, which brought up the question if he had any enemies who had this type of skill. Gray himself, just to solidify his innocence, was placed on house arrest with magic seals cover it, sealing his magic, but when the thief hit that night, they had the proof that they were two separate people.

-Each lead led to a dead end as it was pointless to ask others about this phantom thief because everyone just pointed out Gray if he was nearby.

-Natsu was a little less than helpful, but helpful enough, getting Gray a hat and a pair of sunglasses with a mustache attached, to disguise him, but that just made him look even more suspicious.

-Then more reports of this thief’s activities started to trickle in as he started to leave reports, showing that these nobles had been stealing, embezzling, bribing, extorting, and other illegal activities, condemning them as criminals and it was found that the stolen goods, mostly money and things like supplies, medicine and food, were being given to the less fortunate, to those who needed these things.

-While what he was doing was noble, Gray didn’t like it that this thief had been getting him into trouble and Team Natsu- Natsu, Happy, Lucy, Gray, Erza, and Juvia, planned to lay a trap to catch this Gray look alike since the guards were having so much trouble.

-Little did they know that this thief was two steps ahead of then and was able to anticipate their trap, easily avoiding it.

-You found it amusing, seeing these guards and guild members trying to catch you, their attempts always futile and you were beginning to get a bit bored, wanting a bit more excitement.

-You were not expecting, however, to run into your big brother, after so many years. You could remember the last day you saw him, both of you crying as a group of thieves kidnapped you, snatching you from your brother as you had both been playing, thinking they could ransom you, but when nobody came, not even your brother, they took you in and raised you until you surpassed their skills of petty theft and turned yourself into a legendary thief.

-However, after witnessing greed and the cruelty of those with wealth and power, you made the decision to become a vigilante, stealing back from the rich to give to the poor and exposing the crimes of those in power.

-It felt good to do things like this, using your skills to help others, but old habit die hard and you couldn’t help yourself teasing the guards, but now you wanted to see your brother.

-You played along with the Fairy Tail members, falling into their ‘trap’, allowing Gray to entrap you in ice, you weren’t worried at being hurt, because they just wanted to catch you, not fight you, at least the others, Natsu wanted to fight you but Natsu wants to fight everyone.

-You felt the ice melting and you felt an anti-magic bracelet being slapped on as the ice melted, leaving you completely unchanged.

-You smiled, brushing your suit off, “Well now- that was a bit brisk.” Juvia was owl-eyed, looking between you and Gray, a faint blush on her cheeks, “There’s two- there’s two Gray-sama’s!” you laughed softly at her, taking one of her hands in your own, bowing at the waist, pecking the back of her hand, “Y/N, at your service, my dear Juvia~”

-Gray was stunned, hearing that name before he finally looked at you, as he hadn’t even realized the possibility of his twin being behind these crimes, mouth agape, “Y/N is-is it really you?”

-There was a tiny part of you that wanted to be mad at him, but after doing your own digging, you discovered why Gray never came after you, so you couldn’t be mad, “In the flesh, big brother!”

-Instantly the others were all gawking, shouting out in unison, “BIG BROTHER?!” leaving only you and Gray to stand in silence before he stepped forward and went to embrace you before you shouted, “What happened to your clothes?! There are ladies present!!”

-Gray looked down, finding that he was only in his boxers now, “Ahh crap!!” before Natsu shouted at him as well to put some clothes on.

-Erza questioned why you were stealing from others and you explained yourself, telling her what you were stealing and what you were actually exposing, something she did find admirable before Gray grabbed you by the front of your jacket, yelling at you, “You got me in trouble!!!”

-Your laughter filled the alleyway that they had ‘caught’ you in as you were shaken back and forth before Lucy asked you what you were going to do next.

-You smiled over at her, causing a blush to rise to her cheeks as you were very suave, taking one of her hands in yours after you were free from your brother, “I plan on staying by your side.”

-Natsu and Gray were both quickly chasing you, both yelling at you while Juvia was gushing about another love triangle while Erza and Happy were trying to calm Lucy down as she was bright red and flushed, the four of them watching you be chased down the street.

-Gray and Natsu chased you into the night, losing sight of you about halfway and were half dead in the morning at the guild, looking run ragged as they walked in.

-They were not expecting to see you, stuffing your face, sitting next to Wendy and Lucy, talking about books with them. Their jaws dropped as they turned white in shock, pointing at you and you beamed brightly, “Hiya big brother!”

-This caused a guild wide shock as everyone who didn’t know learned that Gray had a brother, as they didn’t even pay attention to the ‘Gray’ that was already at the guild until there were two Gray’s there all of the sudden!!

-You bowed at the waist, giving a dashing smile, “Y/N Fullbuster, at your service. Thank you all for taking care of my big brother!”

-Despite only being nine in the morning, a huge party was started, celebrating your arrival and reunion with your brother, who caught you in a headlock, messing up your hair which just made you laugh.

-Natsu beamed over at you, “So what are you going to do now?” you grinned, holding up a request, “Well, as the newest member of Fairy Tail, I’m going out on a mission~” his and Gray’s jaws dropped open as you showed your mark on the side of your neck before a second roar of cheers rang out, celebrating the newest member.

#gray fullbuster #fairy tail #natsu dragneel #fairy tail lucy #fairy tail erza #fairy tail juvia

[heartfullofleeches]

imagine being a childhood friend of sorts to c.c, verona and baron. that'd be nice, just be a fellow imp between the three of them.

a possible extra to add some angst is that maybe you eventually got murdered by an angel, and now you got reincarnated as a human who knows how many years ago. would be funny if they saw you again after so long, now as a human with no knowledge or memories of them.

(Tw: Character death)

"Baron? You can't do it? Do you need help?"

"Shut the fuck up!"

The little imp watches the two brothers converse; the younger switching back to his true from as his sibling shouts. The pair's older sister had been telling them all about human disguises and that most demon's could do with with practice. They began training to do so; Saffron able to do it on his second try while his brother, Baron, still couldn’t even get his eyes to change. Verona preferred not to, but stuck around at the imp's side.

"It's really not that hard. I'll teach you."

"I said I don't need your help, Saffron"

The imp laughs as their friend's stubbornness. They feel a hand on their shoulders as Verona speaks.

"Y/n why don't you try it?"

Both brothers now look at them excitedly.

"Yea!" "It's easy. Just cover your eyes and imagine what you think you'd like as a human." Saffron covers his face with his hands and transform; skin going from violet to pale and his horns and tails disappearing. The imp does the same, picturing themselves as a mortal. They feel a fuzzy feeling before the brothers gasp in surprise. Verona smiles as they pull their hands away.

Saffron runs up to them, grabbing their hand. "Whoa, Y/n, you're super pretty! Let's get human married when we grow up."

"Why do you always say that!" Baron shouts. Saffron often made passes about marriage since the day Verona told them about it.

"It is an interesting practice." Verona chimes in.

"Regardless, let's stay together."

-

It's so cold.

Tear filled eyes stare up at the red sky; blood pooling onto the bed of roses beneath them. Some might think flowers couldn't grow in hell, but Verona somehow made it work. A blurry figure stands in the corner of the demon's eyes; blood falling from the tip of their holy blade. An angel in hell is uncommon. One out for carnage is even more rare.

The figure disappears. As their eyes grow heavy the demon hears a scream. It's hard to tell who it is, but they cradle their body to their chest. It's raining. More silhouettes approach as everything goes dark; pleading for you to open yours eyes.

"Y/n..!" "Y/n!"

You snap back to reality as your friend calls your name. Party music bumps in the background; people dancing not too far the line you were in. A glowing wrist band is around your friend's wrist and yours as well.

"We're up next, lets go." They grav your hand and usher you ahead. They had won vip passes to a concert some artist they liked and asked if you wanted to join.

You're lead by a bouncer to a white door. The sign on it reads, "C.C". He gives you a few instructions before opening the dressing room door. A young man sits in a chair scrolling through his phone. A helmet sits on the table besides him and angel wings stick from the back of his shirt. He holds up two fingers, not even bothering to look up.

"Yo."

Your friend squeals. "I'm so excited to meet you, C.C!"

C.C rolls his neck; a fake smile on his face as he gets ready for his bubbly act. It falls as he sees you standing there in the corner; eyes as big as saucers.

"Y-Y/n?"

You look at him in recognition, but only for your name. C.C climbs from his chair, slowly stepping towards you before he lunges out and grabs your arm. He lets out a raspy laugh, tears developing.

"Y/n! It's really you! You smell like a human, but I can tell. We thought you were dead all those years, we found your body."

You try to pull your arm away. "What are you talking about?! I don't know you."

The hope in his eyes crashes and burns. "You... you don't remember me? It's me, Saffron. Saffy. I always joked about marrying you. It was never a joke, Y/n."

"I don’t know you!" You tear your arm free and bolt of them room, your friend following you confused.

C.C sinks to his needs as he cries. He's never cried in this form; nor since you died. He picks up his discarded phone and dials a number; hiccuping as the line connects.

"C.C? Shit. You never call me, what's up."

"Baron... It's Y/n.. They're alive."

#C.C my oc #Baron my oc #Verona my oc #yandere incubus #Yandere demon #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere insert #male yandere #yandere oc imagine #yandere oc concept #yandere oc x reader #female yandere #oc x reader

[rythmicjea]

I am SOOO excited to finally be able to post this chapter! This has one of my favorite scenes in it. (Looking for artists to commission it so if you know anyone, let me know!) A LOT happens in this chapter. People get closer. Things start to get MESSY. Please enjoy!

The world felt like it had slowed to a stop. Jughead had been able to make his way over to the cordoned off area, where only a rope acted as the barrier between the two groups. In the third period Southside High had scored a touchdown meaning that it was up to the bulldogs, namely Jason Blossom and Archie Andrews to score the winning touchdown. But the Timberwolves defense had kicked into high gear and kept Jason on his back for most of the fourth quarter. The frenzy from both groups were ravenous and his father’s deputies could only do so much to keep the crowd on their respective sides. 

He felt the punch before he knew that anyone was a target. Fangs caught him across the rope so he wouldn’t garrotte himself on it. Jughead had tried to get the Serpents away from the mess, but Sweet Pea’s big mouth was making them choose sides. The last thing they needed was a house divided, especially against the pompous and arrogant northsiders. But the brawl didn’t happen from inside the house.  

The wind inside of him rushed out and he vaguely felt himself being pulled out of the fray. The wet grass felt cool against his skin and Fangs’ blurry visage was asking him to count how many fingers he was holding up. “I’m sorry, man! But you’ve got plausible deniability!” He heard Fangs yelling at him. When did Fangs learn those words? Did he teach them to him or was it Toni? “Let your Riverdale friends come get you!” And then he was gone. 

#riverdale #jughead jones #veronica lodge #jeronica #vughead #archie andrews #betty cooper #bughead #varchie #barchie #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer

[yeenybeanies]

Look you’re the only person I know off the top of my head so I’m sorry to call you out but-

Why transformer sexy?? I am intrigued and do not understand but wish to know more??

sdfjsdkfj PLEASE this is hilarious 😂 i would be more than happy to (attempt to) explain why transformer sexy. buckle up, babes, we're going on a journey.

the barest explanation i can give is that a) i find things like aliens, monsters, etc attractive; & 2) transformers are often relatively close in general shape to many human body types i find attractive, while also being so incredibly, distinctly not human, which, in my opinion, makes them all the more sexy. i'll admit too i do find many vehicles sexy, which is another bonus with transformers.

plus. they're B I G.

examples under the cut with some explanations to my own personal attraction, but disclaimer! these are all from the IDW1 comics! & the artists illustrating the comics DID play an important role in robot sexiness.

(i could go into other tf media too, but this is already lengthy sdhfjgh)

SO, let's start off easy. rodimus is a prime (heh) example of a sexy bot. artist: alex milne

the broad shoulders. the narrow waist. the long legs. This is the main, overarching theme. This is the Good Shape™. He's got bright colors & a cocky demeanor. plus he can set himself on fire. those lights on his waist are tasty too. hot damn.

up next, we've got another classic: optimus prime. first two are milne, & third is by nick roche

once again, we have broad shoulders & a snatched waist. we have big arms. we can also see from the second panel that these rigid, mechanical beings can be fairly flexible. plus, who doesn't love a beaten, disheveled man? i know i sure do. bonus points for him too because he's relatively big & tall as far as transformers go, whereas rodimus is average height.

up next is megatron. all of these are milne drawings

personally, i think the black look is better––that's when he turned into a stealth bomber-type plane––but both looks follow the Good Shape. all about that shoulders & waist, baybee. the body language on display here is great, too. more examples of how much freedom of movement these giant robots have.

i can't not talk about my all-time favorite bot, fortress maximus. all three are by milne

he is a bit blocker than previous examples, but that makes sense for a giant powerhouse tank prison warden like himself! & he does still follow the Good Shape. he's massive! he has fun helmet fins! he's got guns in his legs! he's handsome 🥰 (i do also like to imagine voices for lots of the bots, & i imagine his would reduce me to a quivering mess.)

we got some ladies too, don't worry! this is arcee, by casey coller & sara pitre-durocher respectively! look at her thighs, i mean damn! she's also ferocious, & i love that in a woman.

then we have windblade & firestar (milne), & chromia & the mistress of flame (saren stone). the lady bots tend to be curvier in design (but not always), though not necessarily bustier. trust me when i say there are some boobalicious boy bots (*cough*prowl*cough*).

& now for shits & giggles, some bots with exaggerated or unusual body shapes that i also find attractive for one reason or another 🤪 (hayato sakamoto, guido guidi, milne x3)

i have SO many more examples, but we'll be here all day if i keep going 😅

In Conclusion: robbits sexy

#hyena asks #dskfjghf let me show my Whole Ass in an explanation on why i'm a robotfucker #tf #if you don't wanna read it all just look at the pictures. i promise. robots hot #don't look at me

[popculturebuffet]

Transformers More Than Meets The Eye Retrospective: Annual #1: Ultra Magnus, What A Joke (Patreon Review For Brotoman.EXE)

Hello all you happy autobots and after a long side trip for beetlemania, we're back on the lost light!

In full too as for the next few months at least, we're back to the main story. Kinda. This story takes place BEFORE Shadowplay, our last covered one, but was put here so it could be paired with avengers annual #10 patreon review wise, but other than Rung still being headless it's not so out of synch that it coudln't be moved around.

Thankfully after this it's a straight shot to the end of season 1 with just three arcs to go, which teneatively will be covered in novemeber and december, with another break for a specail halloween suprise in october. After that we have the big crossover Dark Cybertron, which while serving as the end of Season 1 of this era of transformers, feels more like a big finale movie. It still has ramificatoins for both.. but both sides also had a proper finale before this.

So before things get explosive we have a character piece here.. and like with Shadowplay my general view was

The art didn't help. . As I said in another review of a great comic's less than well done annual, I TRY to be positive and for the most part the art on this book is great, but the art for this annual is pretty bleh. It's this weird mix of very 90's faces and very bland coloring that just dosen't not work.

The story itself however is pure setup for the finale, setting up a mystery to be solved there, some character growth with dire consequences for Magnus, while also, as tends to be standard for Roberts, setting up a plot point for much later in the story. So let's take a close look at MTMTE Annual #1 under the cut and see some smiles, some beaurcary and a giant robot man.

We open with an action set piece that dosen't do a lot for me. The art just isn't fluid enough and it's especially a downgrade from the regular artists, making it even more noticeable. It dosen't help the microcons their fighting look more like live action transformers,

And you can see the dullness I mean too. Our heroes still have their designs.. but the colors try to make them more realistic. Concidentally this scene is set in ultra magnus' mouth as some nanocons a decpitcon shot him with long ago have awakened and threaten to combine and kill him and then the ship, so our heroes have been shrunk down to deal with it. The only way to stop this realistic scenario that happens to everyone all the time is for Magnus to smile, destroying the generators in the pistons he uses for that.

This opening is a great example of just.. how much fun James Roberts has with MTMTE. While at it's core MTMTE is the kind of high concept sci fi you'd find in say Star Trek or Fantastic Four, he also doesn't forget he's writing giant colorful merchandisable battle robots that can turn into those nitro burning funny cars, vroom vroom! Besides the various jokes on the toys, he's not afraid to just go balls out silly.. while still having lots of nice genuinely deep sci fi couched within. It's essentially what i've heard Star Trek Lower Decks is before that existed: taking the piss out of a stored decades long franchise.. while still staying UTTERLY loyal to that franchise and why people love it.

Magnus tries to do his normal grumbly telling people ot straighten their badges and such , but everyone mocks him, something he takes with grace dignity and plans to resign as soon as possible.

First we get some smaller character stuff as everyone prepares for Tailgate's cermony, but it's all good: Rewind worries about Chromedome who is having a flash of ptsd... someone else's ptsd from the memories he's absorbed, Tailgate tries to get Cyclonus to attend but he's still being a mopey puss about it and Swerve passes by shock and or ore.. only for them to speak.

We'll table that problem for now as Drift's forced to have an invtervention for Hot Rod. He's been wearing a giant foam cowboy hat for 8 months now. He can take it off any time he wants he just dosen't want to, so they instead pivot to another problem: He's been saying "Till All Are One" every five minutes. Rodimus deflects it.. and i've noticed as i've re-read season 1 that it's a pattern with him, and one that carries till the final arc of the series: Rodimus prefers to dance a little side step instead of face most of his problems. Just put it off to the side and let it sort itself out or let someone else handle it. And when he does tackle an issue, he usually handles it recklessly, impuslviely and half assedly

It's not that he's lacking any talent, his improvisations often work as seen with the very first issue, or that he's a terrible person: he loves his crew, as seen both with the red alert incident during shadow play and in this issue as when Magnus comes barging in demanding a new crew.. he explains that it's their way of showing affection. I mean granted i'm sure some of those are just jabs at his humilation, Magnus is a fun character but not exactly someone people like and he liked it that way, but his point is clear: it's okay for Magnus to be a person and not just the duly appointed enforcer of the tyrest accord. It's that humanity, for lack of a better term, that makes Rodimus likeable even when he's being a whinybabyasshatbot. He simply wants to be loved and respected, and this quest is more about personal validation by the universe than it is real enlightnment. He just wanted to do something big and showy to show he really earned having the matrix for a time and he really is worthy of being a prime. He just wants to be loved and can't accept that maybe.. he's just not the big sweeping hero go. A big sweeing hero guy sure, but he's not optimus and that's okay.

While Magnus stews on this advice, we also find out our heroes next stop: The Crystal City, home of the circle of light. Something that confused me as whlie this book is good at expositoin normally they kinda dropped the ball explaning these guys in a way that made sense if you hadn't read the drift mini.

The Circle of Light is a group of cybertroninan ninja monks who preach non violence and live in a walled off city, having largely skipped the war. They took in Drift at his lowest and the kind treatment and mentorship of their leader, Dai Atlas, convinced Drift to turn face and the circle in turn backed him when he needed their help.

This series recontecutlaizes them as having been avid followers of the knights of cybertron, a nice little addition, and thus seeing them, while also a homecoming of sorts for Drift, is important as if they can get them to join, they have all the help they'll need. The only problem is... Magnus can't raise them on coms and while Drift is assured given their badassery their fine.. as we'll soon see Magnus was right to be worried.

The ceremony itself goes off the rails: not only does Hot Rod fail to not use some form of till all are one, but Tailgate dosen't get to do his speech.. and his autobrand turns out as anceient cybertronian. Something is channeling through Hot Rod, and the bots who fell out of the airlock as we find out via an expesition dump during the ceremony.

Our heroes have even better concerns as the galactic council shows up.

While they explain it after this scene, i'll go ahead and filll any newcomers in, as Magnus does for Tailgate. It's a great part of having tailgate around: it allows Roberts to do worldbuilding without having to work too hard for it , as most of the cast would know this. Their essentially this universe's federation, a group of higher order plaents bound together to protect each other. They've recently taken on more policing, a red flag if their ever was one, and aren't fans of the cybertronians due to their war, having blacklisted them and being right dicks to Rodimus, having anxexed this territory as the Crystal City is abandoned. That itself.. is a dick move as they didn't bother informing cybertron, and the war's been long over enough, of any of this so they could investigate, instaed scavanging. It's some nice show don't tell: it shows that while these guys DO do some good and claim to be benevloent.. their really beucractic wankphesants who blame a whole race for the war.

Luckily the Lost Light has a secret weapon...

After Mags has finished hermes conradding this guy into a corner, in part because he's the only person here M Bison IN SPACE respects, we find out the deal: one hour to investigate for "religious reasons", which both sides know is basically bullshit but they need to look into this.

We get a brief interlude with Swerve, who has a heart to heart wtih Shock.. and also lies that he's pipe as like most people Swerve didn't make the best first impression. He confesses about the shooting of rung if from a third person and agrees with Shock's assetment he's a scumbag. It also explains WHY Swerve's so willing to help the next arc: he feels deep guilt for it and while it was on orders.. that makes it worse. Swerve admit she was more scared about loosing his bar than doing what's right. Later on drift further muses about feeling... a lack of purpose. That the war ending was supposed to be awesome and everything resolved.. but it really isn't. There's no real ending to life after all and as Shock puts it he's lucky to be alive if nothing else.

On the surface we get an away team consisting of most of our main cast but notably lacking Magnus, who we'll get to in a moment. They find the crystal city but..

Drift naturally mentally wigs out a bit: his people are missing, the city is ransacked and their biggest lead is now a massive dead end. It's only Rewind suggesting that he uses his sword to try and commune with the city that snaps him out of it... and only punching a mocking Whirl that fully gets him on mission. Instead of getting any graet message stabbing his sword into the city instead makes autobots go down the holeeeeeeee

We then find out where Magnus is: turns out the Council abducted him.. so they could ask thim to join him, having found him just over these decades of wars and never wavering. Essentially it's everything UM could ask for: defined rules, structure, order and respect. and metro titans are their ancient cousins, apparently created by the knights of cybertron, they can touch into other realms and such. So they decide to learn more about this thing to go on a BRAIN QUEST!

Six minutes later the brainquest is over and they found it. Great joke. And at the center... Cyclonus is in reverent awe as he used to worship at th efeet of metrotitans and gives his own version of the cybertronian creation myth, with Rewind naturally recording it since he dosen't have this version in his archives.

So once upon a time there was primus

Who found cybertron and some sparks and wanting to give it life, split himself into five gods

But like most media portrays mythical death gods, Mortilus eventually rebelled, wanting to conquer and war were declared. While our heroes won they were left in bad straights, each dying but becoming part of cybertron itself: Primus became Vector Sigma, the computer at the heart of cybertron and the source of sparks, Solmus became the Matrix of Leadership, and Epistemus and Adaptus the model for brain moduels and transformation cogs. And out of them came a new generation of Cybertronians to spread peace: The Knights of Cybertron. All of this will naturally be very important later.

For now though Ratchet is doing his usual over the top athetist schtick and Drift calls him out for being a dick: Being an Athiest? Fine. Mocking someone else's beliefs simply because he doesn't think their true. Not okay. Ratchet further digs himself deeper by outright stating Drift is so religious because he wants absolution for everyone he killed as a decpticon.. and nearly gets a sword in him for it. Not the best way of showing your not a murderer anymore, but well warranted. It's okay not to be religious, especially given how much harm some religions do. But it's not okay to mock someone when their beliefs aren't harming anyone.

So naturally Rodimus' next move .. is to have Chromedome try to braintap the giant... and it goes as well as you'd expect.. heavy feedback.. and the titan waking up screaming, rumbling the planet and leading M. Bison IN SPACE to assume this was all a trap.

So he plans to burn the lost light and EVERYONE on board in retaliation, and is leeching off their warp drive so they can't escape

Magnus has rejoined them, having turned down the offer , we'll find out why later and giving Rodimus a fond farewell, telling him to say hi to the knights of cybertron for him while Rodimus ORDERS him not to die, begging him. Their one hope is activating the drive.. but that involves swerve telling Shock the truth.. and he simply.. can't. And while this could come off as dickish.. the why is as heartbreaking as it is glorious

It's a hard choice.. but it was his. And inspired by this... Rodimus chooses to set the titan free instead of having him shrunk for his knoweldge. And it calls back to something Drift said earlier I glossed over: that when the right time came, Rodimus would save them all. And.. he does. By doing the right thing, the Titan warped everyone out of there and since he was linked up to Ore, it also freed the lost light.. and Ore is gone. Why? No one knows. But our heroes are safe and for once Rodimus has an actual plan, having relalized from this experince his winging it... has consequences.

So with our course for the next arc set, we end on the Council.. and just WHY Mags turned down his dream job

Naturally for this comic, M. Bison IN SPACE will be back. For now though it's the last part that's important: that despite not wanting to change, despite his inflexiblity.. magnus sees that .. maybe inflexiblity isn't a strength. That not accepting any change, not changing will only make him tyrants like the council. It's being faced with everything he could want and everything he could become.. that gets him to evolve past what he's been... and smile.

This issue, as you can probably wager is excellent. The art is.. not good and I won't slag it further, and it does drag the issue down slightly.. but the character work, from Swerve's chats with Shock and or ore, to Rodimus' desperation at the end, to Magnus growth is phenominal and this one issue spotlights the series at it's best: introspective, engaging and reallyf ucking weird

Next time: Tick tick tick....

#transformers #ultra magnus #hot rod #drift #chromedome #rewind #space #space opera #sci fi #transformers more than meets the eye

[tuliharja]

BLEACH: Thousand-Year Blood War - The Separation episode 4 review

Gotta love how at the beginning of the episode Bambiette's girlfriends were trash-talking about her...such a 'lovely' friendship they've, wouldn't you agree?

Anyway, seeing Bambiette's maniac pleasure in destroying things and trying to destroy Shinji, Momo, and Sajin somehow made me smile. I don't know, but the fact she seemed to be so thrilled when her 'bombs' landed and how pretty those were? There was almost something poetically beautiful in that whole thing. Then again, Bambiette's reckless (stupid) nature is something I really dig as there is almost this murder-like child glee in her...

And yes! Finally! We got to see our handsome wolfman as a man! Though, just like Bambiette I felt a bit disappointed. After all, doggies (yes, I know Komamura is a wolf, but calling him 'doggy' isn't that far off, considering thanks to the evolution once upon a time dogs too were wolves...so, in a way, Komamura went backward with his new technique?) are much cuter~.

I kind of wish we would have learned more about the whole ordeal behind Komamura's clan. What exactly were his people (in the past?) do, that made it so, they had to live in shadows? Not to mention, the way Komamura's grandfather speaks, implies once upon a time they were all humans? So, what kind of 'sin' they committed, that made it so, they were turned into beasts? And it seems that cycle hasn't been able to break, because Komamura too was in his beast form... not to mention, I'm now wondering if given enough time, would Komamura one day turn out to be as big as his grandfather? Or, because he used Jinka Technique (basically used up all his powers), it's impossible. After all, before that he was a werewolf, but now he is just a small wolf...so yeah. A lot of questions, which I kind of hoped would have gotten answered or at least touched one more.

They really went with Komamura's Bankai 'this is GCI, take it or leave it'. Kinda impressive that they didn't even try to tone down that fact, but at the same time...I don't know. His Bankai looked okay in the manga, but now...it's an artistic style choice and easier to animate like that, I get it, but even so...it personally wasn't my cup of cacao. But at least the fight between Komamura and Bambiette was a very good one. I bet if they had animated his Bankai differently, doing Bambiette's flying attacks around it would have been trickier to pull. But at least now it went smoother till the end.

Bambiette's biggest mistake against Komamura was her fear that he managed to install in her. Then again...most living beings are scared of death, so it was somewhat natural Bambiette would freak out when she found out Komamura was like a dead-dead. I mean, aren't all shinigami technically dead? But because we see them walking, talking, etc. it gives this illusion of them being 'alive', but...they really aren't. They're like echoes of living that can bleed. Hmm. Then again, Komamura could be different, because he is a werewolf. Or not. Like, where goes the line between being shinigami and not being one goes? Does having an education that allows you to use Zanpakuto make you shinigami? Because Komamura's grandfather seemed to view Komamura as not being one of them, but in the end he was? Because of his "wolf spirit". So yes. Where does the line between being shinigami and non-shinigami (not soul in this case) go? After all, I feel like Komamura blurred that line and in the end owned both 'worlds' if we can talk about 'worlds'...

Even so, it doesn't make it any less sad Komamura turned into a tiny wolf in the end. He gambled it all and managed to take down only one Quincy. Now imagine his transformation had lasted much longer? Yeah, he would have belonged to those big threats Yhwach warned his Sternritters about.

Komamura's whole little arc was very emotional and I feel like despite the fact his grandfather 'helped' him, in the end, his grandfather also used Komamura. (This could explain why Komamura's grandfather is so big and old because by eating other werewolf's heart/revenge/soul, he manages to keep going on and grows bigger.) But like Komamura realized, the path of revenge will only lead to one's destruction. His lieutenant's words sounded almost hollow when he tried to reassure Komamura. But, maybe this truly is Komamura's clan's curse? The need for revenge, but against whom or what? Because Komamura's revenge was to avenge Yamamoto's death...and shinigami aren't above such things as revenge, so what made Komamura's clan so special they were consumed by the werewolf curse? Because they were willing to burn so brightly for their revenge?

Somehow, this whole episode was about Komamura, even though there were little parts about others here and there. Next time...hmm, I wonder if we'll see Rose and Kensei against that Superstar and those two 'mysterious' lights. Manga readers will know what those are~.

Oh my gosh, that ending! I just loved, loved that ending clip of Senjumaru waiting for Ichigo! She looked absolutely stunning, in the middle of her clothes, with a wicked smile on her lips.

My my. What does she indeed want about little Ichigo? ;D

Also, did Ichigo just become Soul King's spare vessel in case of emergency? ^^'

#Bleach #bleach #bleach: thousand-year blood war #bleach tybw #Bleach: Thousand-Year Blood War #Bleach: Thousand-Year Blood War -The Seperation #the seperation #episode #episode review #episode 4 #Bleach: Thousand-Year Blood War episode 17 #cour 2 #bambietta basterbine #momo hinamori #komamura sajin #sajin komamura #sternritter #shinji hirako #komamura's grandfather #wolf #kensei muguruma #rose otoribashi #superstar #kurosaki ichigo #ichigo kurosaki #senjumaru shutara #senjumaru #souk king #reio #this made me think lot of things

[tsuki-sennin]

Purikyua! There goes the boy! The boi!

Sorry if I seem even more scattered than usual, I woke up way too early today.

But hey! Tsubasa finally gets to transform this episode! That's great! The runtime so rudely interrupted him last episode~!

Spoilers, I guess...

-GBA chase theme ass music.

-Jump!

-...and fall!

-"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

-Borb

-Your dad must've been swole for an artist, Tsubasa-kun.

-BALL

-He ROLL!

-Oh man, these setpieces look so good

-Dodge!

-Oh okay, Prism can just...

-Do that!

-"...I think we're losing, Sky."

-"Oh no, we're fucked."

-Kabaton respects his opponents... sometimes.

-Having themselves a nap.

-"Ohhhhh, riiiiight! I was supposed to kidnap the baby. Hmmm..."

-THE BORB STANDS

-He seems really fast if he can dodge those energy bolts like that.

-Getting saved by a baby.

-One passenger limit, I see.

-Oh shit, Ageha.

-"This plan is terrible, but we're doing it anyway!"

-This goddamn Bros Attack.

-Cratered!

-The can-do spirit of heroes~!

-He has banans

-Oh my God, I just noticed

-Tsubasa's borb form has rubber ducky noises when he walks.

-We didn't even last a second hljkjghg

-Suddenly fallen out of the sky, far far away from your family... just like her, huh buddy? And Sora-chan too.

-Dropped~!

-"Come now, magic baby. You get taken to a world of darkness, and I finally get respect from my boss. Everybody wins!"

-

-"Kabitabbabababababa Bataton!"

-Purple Bebop doesn't want a whole lot. He just wants to be strong and fed, that's all that really matters <333

-"I'm gonna need a Minecraft McMansion populated by supermodels and personal chefs~! Oh~! And I also want a pony for my birthd- Where do you think you're going, boy?"

-Get bananed, hippo crate.

-Be free, Ozone Baby.

-Breath of the Wild style.

-OH MY GOD, HE DROPPED HIMSELF

-Down he goes!

-"I've never gotten a chance to soar... Oh... Nevermind..."

-Time for the side character to get promoted!

-"What the shit!? A side character? And a boy no less!?"

-I hear the franchise is quite popular with young dudes in Japan. ...well, younger dudes.

-"I'm gonna be the best goddamn big brother this side of the Toei spectrum!"

-Okay! Ageha's plan worked~!

-Hero Time, once more!

-Welcome to the greatest storm!

-You fuckin' go, laddie.

-Toei allowing GNC Swag is the best.

-My son, off to kick ass.

-He is full of Birdonic Waves. He must've left his leftover spaghetti in the microwave too long.

-The DNA of Henri and Takumi, the tradition of Milky Rose and Cure Parfait. Wing-kun, as of today, you are another marketable mascot turned Cure!

-"He's doin' it! He's flying! ...BUT I'M NOOOOOOOOOOT!"

-Just like his pops.

-...Hmm...

-Oh, no time for that, it's time for you to kick some ass!

-Kick they ass, boy!

-"Determination... that's the wind beneath the Cure's Wings!"

-Soaring Wing Attack!

-Purification Time~!

-We did it~!

-Our Bird Boy Knight~!

-An affirmed bond of chivarlry~!

-Lead us off, lad.

-When Butterfly, Toei?

-Party Time, Party Time~!

-Yakitai?

-Oh shit, boy can cook?

#Hop! Step! Jump! Hero Gals Dream of the Everlasting Sky! #hirogaru sky precure #hirogaru sky pretty cure #hirogaru sky spoilers #pretty cure #precure

[renee-writer]

The Flag

AO3

“We need to do something.” The two children stand n the middle of the Fraser’s Ridge graveyard. All around them are the graves of  the men who gave their lives in the pursuit of America.

 

She tilts her head and looks at him.  “Do what? Daddy and granddaddy say they are in heaven. You don’t need nothing in heaven.” Said with the self assurance of a six year old.

 

“I know Mandy.” Jem replies. “It is their graves. Remember when we were away?” His baby sister frowns, “in the other time?” He prompts.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Daddy and mama took us to the graveyard there. They explained that the man had died to make America, America.”

 

“Just like these!”

 

“Aye. There were flags on their graves. These need some too.” He declares.

 

“We going to get some?”

 

“Nope, I am going to make some.”

 

“How’s you going to do that?”

 

“How am I?” he takes extreme big brother pleasure in correcting her grammar, “you will see.”

 

“You wish to do what, Jem?” His mama questions.

 

“He going to make flags.” Mandy is proud of all he does, even if he irritates her.

 

“He is going to.” Brianna says with a smile, “How are you going to do that Jem?”

 

“Mama, I am going to draw them, one for each grave. I remember that the graves were decorated with them in the future.”

 

She beams with pride at her son.  “Then we shall make sure you have all you need.”

 

“Ink and paint, paper.” Roger goes over the list in his head as he and his father-in-law set out to the mercantile.

 

“Bree doing more of her art?” Jamie asks when he sees Roger’s purchases. Jamie is quite proud that his daughter is taking up the talent that his own mam possessed.

 

“No, these are for Jem.”

 

“The lad is an artist too?”

 

“He wishes to be.”

 

They gather around that night, including his grandparents. Mandy sits in her granddaddy‘s lap watching as Jem starts his first flag.

 

Claire gets it straight off and let’s out a gasp. “What is it, Sassanach?”

 

“He is making a flag, aren’t you,Jem?”

 

“Aye granny. The graves of those who fell in the war, they have no flags decorating them. It isn’t right. When we were in the future, daddy and mama took us to see a graveyard of those that were fallen in war. They each had a flag. These should as well.”

 

Jamie blinks tears from his eyes. What a grandson he has, what a man Mac and Brianna are raising!  “It is a fine idea Jeremiah. What is the design?”

 

“We learned, in school while there, that the first American flag looked like this,” He lifts it up in the candle light, “see, these are for the thirteen colonies.” He shows him the Betsy Ross flag. “There was lots more in the future.”

 

“Lots and lots.” Mandy feels left out. In truth, she was to young to recall much of that time.

 

“But now there be only thirteen. I will make one for each grave.”

 

“Later, we will sew one. Then we can place it on a flag pole to cover them all.” His mama says.

 

“I help sew!” Mandy calls out.

 

“That is what we will do then.” Jamie declares.

#my writing #outlander fanfic #farmerscats and I's #the flag #one shot #in honor and memory of all who gave the ultimate sacrifice in service to country #outlander fandom

[fantomcomics]

What’s Out This Week? 11/9

MARIAH CAREY HAS DEFROSTED. WE REPEAT, MARIAH CAREY HAS DEFROSTED. MAY GOD HELP US ALL. 

Two Graves #1 -  Genevieve Valentine, Ming Doyle, & Annie Wu 

Emilia and the man with the veil of smoke have set out for the ocean in a stolen truck. There's a bloody handprint on his neck. She's beginning to worry it's hers. Death and the Maiden go on a road trip. Nobody gets out alive.

Killchella #1 -  Mario Candelaria & Serg Acuna

A group of friends drive up from Los Angeles to attend an ultra-trendy music festival in the Coachella Valley desert. They soon face a bloody night of terror when a reclusive pop star making her big return after five years recruits her most fanatical devotees to assist in a massive human sacrifice ritual.

Mr. Easta #1 -  Kit Wallis

The gloriously demented mind of Kit Wallis brings the galactic adventures of the third best assassin in the universe to Scout Comics! Incredible, kinetically charged artwork blasts the blood, mayhem and quirky humor directly through your brain like a high-caliber bullet. In this issue, it's Elvis night at an interstellar backwater bar, but with all due respect to the King, that doesn't stop Mr. Easta. With the help of Frank, his teleportation parasite, who can also transform into any handheld weapon imaginable, it's business as usual.

It’s Lonely At The Centre Of The Earth GN -  Zoe Thorogood

Cartoonist ZOE THOROGOOD records six months of her own life as it falls apart in a desperate attempt to put it back together again in the only way she knows how. IT'S LONELY AT THE CENTRE OF THE EARTH is an intimate metanarrative that looks into the life of a selfish artist who must create for her own survival.

A poignant, slice-of-life-style story perfect for fans of Adrian Tomine's The Loneliness of the Long-Distance Cartoonist.

Gospel #1 (of 5) - Will Morris & Ver

When opportunity refuses to knock for restless hero Matilde, the devil comes knocking instead. Thrust into action by the hellish arrival, Matilde and storyteller Pitt will quest for answers - answers that threaten to tear them apart and trigger the toughest question of all: "Who am I?" Inspired by the work of Hayao Miyazaki and set in the chaos of King Henry VIII's reign, GOSPEL is a thrilling fantasy adventure that questions the truth behind the stories we tell.

Heavenly Demon Reborn! GN Vol 1 -  O'Emperor & Gom-Guk

In an ancient world where martial artists reign supreme, Unseong can only watch as his master is brutally beaten to death after a false accusation of practicing forbidden demonic arts. Even after a valiant fight, he fails to kill those responsible and faces his own end. But fate has other plans... Instead of taking his last breath, he awakens as a child, training to be an elite soldier of a demonic sect. Now Unseong must embrace the demonic arts and harness power in his ultimate quest for revenge.

Go! Go! Loser Ranger! GN Vol 1 -  Negi Haruba

Attention kaiju and sentai fans! From the creator of The Quintessential Quintuplets comes a new "anti-ranger" action-comedy that'll make you root for the alien invaders! Thirteen years ago, an evil army of mysterious alien monsters invaded the Earth, but the great protectors of mankind-the Divine Dragon Rangers-show up to stop them! To this day, the fate of the Earth hangs in the balance as the fierce struggle continues to unfold! ...Or does it? In truth, the evil aliens were subjugated within the first year, and they've now become nothing more than clowns forced to act out their continuous defeat every week for the entertainment of the masses. They're not real villains, being forced to crank out a monster a week for the Rangers to crush. But one of the aliens has had enough. Something has to change! He'll rebel against the strongest might of the Dragon Rangers and destroy them all from the inside!

Traveling To Mars #1 -  Mark Russell & Roberto Meli

Traveling to Mars tells the story of former pet store manager Roy Livingston, the first human to ever set foot on Mars. Roy was chosen for this unlikely mission for one simple reason: he is terminally ill and therefore has no expectation of returning. Roy is joined on his mission to Mars by Leopold and Albert, two Mars rovers equipped with artificial intelligence, who look upon the dying pet store manager as a sort of god. Against the backdrop of not only his waning days but those of human civilization as well, Roy has ample time to think about where things went wrong for both of them and what it means to be a dying god.

Specs #1 (of 4) -  David M. Booher, Chris Shehan & Skylar Patridge

In this mysterious new series from writer David M. Booher (Canto, All-New Firefly) and artist Chris Shehan (House of Slaughter), what happens when a couple of misfit teens mail-order a pair of X-ray glasses, and realize they've received much more than they bargained for? But all Kenny and Ted want is to not feel like outcasts in their small Ohio town. Their world is turned upside down when the Magic Specs they receive unlock a world of possibilities. Their wishes start out innocent enough, but when they wish that their bully would disappear... things take a cursed turn, with far darker consequences than they thought possible...

Avante Guard Yumeko GN -  Shuzo Oshimi

From Shuzo Oshimi, the creator of Blood on the Tracks, The Flowers of Evil, and Happiness. I just want to see it! High schooler Yumeko is your ordinary high school girl except she's obsessed with seeing the male body part in real life. Determined, Yumeko decides to join the art club at school.

All Your Racial Problems Will Soon End HC -  Dr. Charles Johnson

Before Charles Johnson found fame as a novelist and won the National Book Award for Middle Passage in 1991, he was a cartoonist, and a very good one. Taught via mail correspondence course by the comics editor Lawrence Lariar, mentored by the New Yorker cartoonist Charles Barsotti, and inspired by the call of poet Amiri Baraka to celebrate and depict Black life in America, Johnson crafted some of the fiercest and funniest cartoons of the twentieth century. This collection brings together work from across his career: college newspaper gags, selections from his books Black Humor and Half-Past Nation Time, his unpublished manuscript Lumps in the Melting Pot, and uncollected pieces.

Billionaire Island: Cult Of Dogs #1 (of 6) -  Mark Russell & Steve Pugh

The long-awaited return of the "series that's simultaneously infuriating and hysterically funny in its indictment of not just the 1%, but of the people-and the economic system-that enable them" (Comics Beat). The year is 2046, two years after Billionaire Island fell-taking the world's economy with it. Only one man-er, dog-can save us now. But where is Business Dog?

The Knight & The Lady Of Play One-Shot -  Jonathan Luna

JONATHAN LUNA (THE PHALANX, 20XX: TRANSPORT) returns with another one-shot, illustrated in graphite! After a war with demons, knight Signore Vincenzo is traveling home to his wife in Italy. In a swamp, he comes across a mysteriously hypnotic woman, Motta, who tempts him to stay with her.  

Tokyo Aliens GN Vol 1 -  Naoe

This thrilling sci-fi fantasy series welcomes you to Japan, a top ten destination for extraterrestrials looking for refuge, relaxation, a good time, or just to raise a little hell! Shiny new high school first-year Akira is as ordinary as they come. He's awkward, has terrible grades, and loves manga. In fact, the only thing that really sets him apart from his peers is his staunch determination to follow in his late father's footsteps as a police officer. But fate has its own plans for Akira. After witnessing a ferocious battle unfold between two strangers with unusual powers on the train-one of whom looks a lot like the tall, dark, and handsome kid in his grade-he finds himself kidnapped...by none other than an alien!

Lord Of The Jungle #1 -  Dan Jurgens, Benito Gallego & Gary Frank

At long last, the Lord of the Jungle returns to comics! One of the most famous and recognizable characters in the history of fiction is back, starting with an adventure that returns us to the days before his birth, as well as a time later in life, when a past wrong must be made right, no matter what manner of beast or obstacle stands in Tarzan's way. From acclaimed writer Dan Jurgens (Superman, Spider-Man, Thor, Booster Gold, Justice League and so many more) comes a tale that wraps the familiar with something brand new. With epic art by Tarzan newspaper artist Benito Gallego, this is sure to be a book that delivers for Tarzan fans both old and new!

Lastman Book 1 -  Balak, Michael Sanlaville, & Bastien Vives

Adrian Velba has trained all year to fight in the Valley of the Kings' legendary tournament. However, despite his ambition, he has no chance of winning. Not only is his partner unable to compete, but at 12 years old, Adrian is the longest of longshots. That is, until a mysterious, powerful stranger enters town, offering to join forces with Adrian. But who is Richard Aldana? And why in a world of magic does he rely solely on his fists?

#What's Out This Week? #WOTW #comic #comics #comic book #comic books #manga #Lastman #Lord Of The Jungle #Tokyo Aliens #The Knight & The Lady Of Play #Billionaire Island Cult Of Dogs #All Your Racial Problems Will Soon End #Avante Guard Yumeko #Specs #Traveling To Mars #Go Go Loser Ranger #Heavenly Demon Reborn #Gospel #It's Lonely At The Center Of The Earth #Mr. Easta #Killchella #Two Graves

[tts-celestial-garments-au]

Dark Kingdom Sh*t for My AU

So since my au has the folks of Old Corona as DK refugees and I introduced their culture in the first “episode” of my fic, I decided to make a post dedicated to the culture of the DK (won’t give context for all of it because spoilers...that I already posted but whatever)

(Sidenote: In my au, the DK is called the Lunar Kingdom, or Lunara, so that’s what I will be calling it here unless I am referencing something from the show. The culture will also be pretty affected by my au, so this is half DK headcanons, half Lunara facts. There’s also a lot of moon themed shit)

Anyways:

- The DK looks cold. The moon is cold and also at night. Which is cold. Lunara is cold. Also a lot of the Brotherhood wear what look like furs & stuff. Conclusion: Lunarans hunt a lot and wearing pelts/furs is a major cultural thing

- Common staples of Lunaran clothing are deerskin shirts/skirts, leather gloves/boots/armguards/belts, fur boots, fur coats/overgarments, animal hats, pelt scarves, and most prominently: cloaks

- In relation to this, cloaks are also seen as important, and when someone reaches the age of 15, they get a special cloak. Even before this, people tend to wear cloaks a lot, just not ones with a special significance. Some people won’t wear their cloak very often, but still have it available for personal and ceremonial purposes. It is pretty sacred and special to a lot of people, even when they don’t wear theirs often

- (On that note, CG!Varian must have felt a certain way when he spent his 15th birthday in jail. Especially without any other Lunarans around. Oof)

- Another major tradition is once a year, on a special day called Heritage Day, all ten-year-olds will go to the palace and see the Moonstone for the first time. This is a very special occasion for each Lunaran, and a day many remember for the rest of their lives

- Houses are almost always made of stone, particularly gray colored stones

- Glass is a pretty big Thing™ in Lunara. A lot of important ceremonial and culturally significant items tend to be made of glass, which is why, for example, they do stain glass windows instead of paintings. Other examples of glass items common in Lunaran culture are glass bowls, glass windchimes, glass lenses, decorative glass, glass moon figurines, etc. etc.

- Lunara is kinda religious compared to, say, Corona, as they have a more direct connection to a god-like force and literally live around it. The Moonstone affects their entire homeland, and in my au, the CG are seen as basically gods. So they lowkey worship it

- That’s why there’s a lot of moon themed stuff in Lunaran culture. The Moonstone started their kingdom, so it is the centerpiece of their culture

- Lunarans are really into art, and artists are an important part of the community for religious and cultural reasons

- Lunarans do not have traditional gender roles, as there are other genders besides man and woman. I will not list them here because they are hard to explain and I would need to do it later

- Most major Lunaran holidays are related to special lunar events, such as blue moons, blood moons, and super moons, as well as solar eclipses. But three of the most major Lunaran holidays are the Winter Solstice, Landing Day, and Moonrise Day

- The Winter Solstice is huge, and involves huge parties, parades, and general festivals in which people stay up all night. Even those outside Lunara find the Winter Solstice to be very important, and preparations for it will take days

- Landing Day commemorates the day that the Moonstone landed on Earth, and people often treat it like a giant birthday party for the Moonstone. They also use this day to remember Lunara’s history and ancestors

- Moonrise Day is a bit more serious, but still hopeful. People will spend a lot of time praying and giving offerings to the moon/the Moonstone. It’s basically a day of people hoping the Moonstone may regain its ability to transform

- I will think of more stuff later when I remember what makes a culture and write the things down

(I partially made this list after discovering @lavasewers blog and realizing that I should probably write stuff down. This is also my way of throwing my headcanons at them. Feel free to pick and choose which ones apply to the DK)

#the dark kingdom #tts celestial garments au #celestial garments au #rta celestial garments au #rta #tts #tts brotherhood #tts dark kingdom #tangled #tangled the series #tangled fandom #rapunzles tangled adventure

[obeydontstray]

There's An Art to Life's Distraction

(Doc Ock/male!reader. story inspired by and named after Hozier’s ‘Someone New’)

“Professor (y/n) I don’t know how I let you talk me into this. I belong in the lab, not a studio!” Dr. Octavius chuckles as he follows you into the university’s art studio. 

“You get to sit and rest those hands and brains for two hours and it’s a quick hundred dollars.” You reply. “Worst comes to worse, you’ll have a dozen sketches done of you in less than stellar quality, but we need the practice and you have an interesting face, Doc.”

“A dozen? That many people will be staring at me for two hours?” He said, nervously adjusting his bow tie. 

“No more than that, a dozen signed up but then again I heard there’s a party going on tonight so who knows how many will actually show up.” You reply and gesture towards the stool on a small raised stage in the middle of the room. 

“What do you need me to do?” He asked as he stepped onto the stage. 

“First take off your clothes..” You deadpan and he goes stark white, a beautiful pink color spreading across his cheeks. “W-what?” He stammers before you can’t hold it any longer and start laughing. “I’m teasing Doc! Just putting some color on your face! Just have a seat. Sit however’s comfortable and try not to move too much.” 

Flustered, he fusses with his lab coat before sitting down. The rosey color in his handsome face is attractive and you bite down gently on your pencil as you dig through your backpack for your sketchbook. Soon you’re pulling up a playlist of instrumental music on your phone and set it aside before beginning your drawing. 

“I don’t know what to do with my face. Or my hands.” He says shyly. 

“Would it help if I gave you something to look at?” You ask. “We have some artbooks hanging around.”

He scrunches his mouth ever so slightly while he’s thinking and you rush to capture it in your sketch. You glance up once again, hoping to catch the ghost of it but you’re caught off guard when your eyes meet his. He has such kind, soulful eyes. That’s what drew you to the man in the first place, those big beautiful eyes of his. 

“Do you have any sketchbooks around?” He asks. “To use or to look through? Several students elect to leave theirs here..” “No.” he cuts in. “Of yours. You’ve never really shown me any of your personal work.” 

“You’ve seen my paintings in the gallery.” You reply. “Very few. Besides, sometimes sketches are more interesting, they show a little more of the thought and process that went into the work.” He replies. “You’ve seen my blueprints, that’s as artistic as I get.” 

“Fine. I have one here that’s filled. It’s just people I see while here at school. Figure drawing practice is all fast and loose drawing.” 

“Well, let’s see it!” He says and there’s that handsome smile again, the one that makes your heart do a little flip whenever you see it. You make it a point to hide your face from him as you rummage around in your backpack for the secondary smaller sketchbook. 

“Don’t judge my watercolor skills, I’m taking classes myself to improve.” You tell him as you step on the stage and closer to him. You pass him the small moleskin book and turn to look around then at your watch. “Damn kids must all be at that party.” You huff. “I wish they’d take figure drawing more seriously. If you can draw a decent person, you can draw damn near anything.”

He opens your sketchbook and suddenly you feel naked. This is your innermost private sketchbook, the one you never show anyone. Full of loose drawings of the students and staff of the school and nature things. Little quotes you find interesting and snapshots you take with your instant camera. 

“Turn him into stars and form a constellation in his image.” he read aloud from your book as you sat. “His face will make the heavens so beautiful that the world will fall in love with the night and forget about the garish sun. Shakespeare, right?” 

“Right. Romeo and Juliet. Hate that story, but that line caught my attention.”

“Why do you hate it?” He asked as you picked up your pencil once again and went back to sketching. 

“Those kids were way too young and foolish, a senseless tragedy.” You reply as you look up at him then focus on getting the curved lines of his beautiful nose just right. 

“Isn’t that the point of the thing?” He chuckled. 

“I’m just not the kind of person to dive headfirst into things like that. I learned a long time ago to not be so reckless. I’d much rather have a slow, comfortable kind of love.” He nodded. 

“And who in this book do you want to turn into a constellation?” He teased, a wry smirk on his face. 

Thank god for your practiced poker face. “No one, I just thought the quote was pretty.”

“A artist like you? You haven’t fallen in love with a beautiful stranger you saw at a coffee shop somewhere? That’d be awfully romantic, sketching the stranger you fall in love with.” Your heart flip flops again when he looks at you and you feel a warm fuzzy feeling. 

“I think every person I’ve sketched in there has something beautiful about them. That’s why I drew them.” He makes a scoffing noise and holds up the book and suddenly your stomach clenches. You’d forgotten about that one.

“What about this ugly mug?” He asks, pointing at the soft pastel drawing you had done of him one morning. He had looked so peaceful, so content over his first cup of coffee in the staff room that you had to sketch that wistful look quickly before he changed his demeanor. 

“I call that one Morning Coffee Bliss.” You tease. “You’re not ugly, Doctor. Not at all.”

He sighed and shifted his coat around him again, a little quirk that you picked up on long ago that meant he didn’t know what to say. It happened more than he would lead you to believe, but that little quirk always gave him away. 

“If you were, do you think I’d ask you to sit for my drawing class?”

“You’re the only one here.” He quipped. “No one knew you were going to be the subject. Besides, how can my riveting teaching outweigh a wild college party?” You shoot back. "Fair enough." 

"Okay you don't have to sit still now, I finished my figure drawing. Just going to take a few minutes to practice with my watercolor." You tell him. He barely moves as he continues thumbing through your sketchbook.

“Your watercolors aren’t as bad as you make them sound.” He said. “This is a lovely beach scene.” 

Your eyes flicker between the canvas and him, and back down. “Well, I’m trying my best to improve.” You respond. “You know, you can draw as far as blueprints, I can teach you how to paint. It’s not that hard.”

“Oh no!” He replied. “I don’t dare pretend I have any semblance of talent in the art department.” He added. “I leave that to brilliant people like you.”

“I can make art, but your research is genius, doc.” You reply. “You’re out trying to change the world.”

“And you’re out bringing beauty to it.” He responded, making your ears feel warm, a blush creeping up your neck. He chuckled quietly to himself.

“What’s so funny doc?” Your eyes travel to his face, hand busy wetting your brush.

“I guess it was my turn to add some color to your face.” He said, that damned adorable smile on his face.

“I was?” 

“I think I’m onto your little plot, Professor.” He said and your hand jerked, messing up your line you were painting. “Shit!” You said, hastily trying to wipe away the streak the loaded brush had left in your error. His voice was apologetic. “Did I mess you up? Dreadfully sorry!” 

“No no, it was my error. You’re fine, Doctor.” You reply. “I mess up all the time, honestly.”

“And from what I’ve seen, you always tend to make something beautiful out of it.”

“I’m not so sure a painting of your surroundings will be beautiful, but I’ll have to cover this mistake.”

He was making a thoughtful face when you looked back up at him. “You’ve seen my robotic arms I’m designing, hell, paint those around me. A vision of the future!” You considered the mistake on your painting, making approximations with your fingers. “I guess that could work.”

“Do it and I’ll hang this up in my lab. It’ll be an inspiration!” 

“You flatter me, really Doc.” You say, secretly pleased by his response. 

“And then you can let me take you out to dinner as a thank you…if I’m reading the room right.” You make a strangled sort of confused reply and when you look up at him he’s smiling again. “You are okay with male companionship, I assume?” 

“I..uh, yeah I am. I just thought you wouldn’t be.” 

“Why not?” He asked. “I like people for their minds, their spirits, not just body parts. And you, dear boy, have a great mind.”

“I, uh, I don’t know what to say, Doc.” 

“I’ll take a yes to dinner, if you’re so inclined.” 

“Yes! Definitely!” You manage to say through your suddenly shy demeanor.

God, he was so handsome, the way his smile made his eyes shine. The smile lines forming around his eyes. 

“Well, it doesn’t do you justice at all, Doc, but I finished the painting.”

He moved and stepped off the little stage, coming over to your easel. He stood for a beat or two, so silent you felt like you were going to crumple in shame. It’s bad. It’s awful. He hates it. 

It surprised you when you felt his hands on your shoulders, and felt a kiss pressed to the crown of your head. “Forgive my forwardness,” he replied, “but that deserves a kiss. It’s wonderful, Professor.” 

You breathe a sigh of relief, shoulders relaxing. “I can’t wait to hang it in my lab. Make sure you sign it! I want to have it signed by the great artist.”

“You flatter me, Doc.”

“You’re going to have to start calling me Otto, or dinner will be really awkward, (y/n).” He teased.

His broad smile made you smile in response. “Okay, Otto.”

#doc ock #otto octavius #spider-man 2 #doc ock/male reader #doc ock fanfiction

[daydreamerdrew]

Comics read this past week:

the Captain Marvel stories in Whiz Comics (1940) #26-28 and Captain Marvel Adventures (1941) #7-8 and America’s Greatest Comics (1941) #2

This is not a real big batch of issues. I had really deprioritized my Golden Age Marvel Family readings over my Hulk readings. I checked and I’ve only just entered 1942. This bit of issues included the first appearance of Ibac in Captain Marvel Adventures #8. Unfortunately, there’s also the first appearance of Steamboat in America’s Greatest Comics #2. Also, I’ve noticed that scan quality really affects my reading speed. If an issue has really poor scan quality, it just takes me longer to read than a nicely scanned issue.

the Marvel Family stories in World’s Finest Comics (1941) #258-262

More from E. Nelson Bridwell and Don Newton’s Marvel Family run from the very late 70s to the early 80s. Stories don’t feel very long, which is fine- short and sweet. I particularly liked the story in World’s Finest Comics #262, which has Captain Marvel team-up with the very first champion from 9,000 years ago, Vlarem, to fight Evil/the Three Faces of Evil, culminating in the creation of the Rock of Eternity, and then ending with Captain Marvel learning that Vlarem is the same man who would one day be the Wizard who gave him his powers. I thought that Captain Marvel and Vlarem’s interactions were charming and I enjoyed the cyclical nature of them creating the place that they first met back in Whiz Comics #2. I’m still enjoying Don Newton’s more realistic art for the Marvel Family, though I don’t like how he draws Tawky Tawny, his face is more proportionally realistic and so has a more pronounced snout which just doesn’t look good to me.

The Incredible Hulk (1968) #107-129 and Annual #1 and Captain Marvel (1968) #17 and #20-21 and Uncanny X-Men (1963) #66

In this batch of issues, I’ve gone from June 1968 to May 1970. Hooray for finally reaching the 70s. Gary Friedrich wrote issue #107 and the Annual (which was drawn by Marie Severin), Stan Lee wrote issues #108-119, and Roy Thomas wrote #120-130. Herb Trimpe was the artist for all of the main Hulk issues and I don’t have too much to say on his work other than that I preferred Marie Severin who he took over for but at the same time there are other artists who I have liked less for the Hulk. I like Roy Thomas’ writing more than I thought I would. I actually have been really loving it. I was attached to Stan Lee’s Hulk characterization and a little bit annoyed with Gary Friedrich’s so I expected to have a similar issue with him, but under Thomas there are more interesting stories that are less reliant on coincidences and have more good character moments. And Bruce has a much more active role! Honestly, like last week I was not really feeling it but this week it was soo good. I had stopped paying close attention to credits but had a ‘wait, what!’ moment in issue #120 when the Hulk said that his enemies would be “dead”. Similarly, in the Annual that Friedrich wrote the Hulk threatens to “kill” people. The Hulk doesn’t use those words when Stan Lee’s writing so it stands out to me. I took some random notes. I believe issue #118 is the first time the Hulk killed a person, albeit unknowingly. In an underwater fight he throw Namor towards two people and Namor hit a wall which toppled over them, killing one. Issue #126 is the first time Bruce and the Hulk meet Dr. Strange. In the Captain Marvel issues there is a very… Billy Batson-esque situation going on where teenager Rick Jones transforms into the adult superhero Captain Marvel by banging his wrists over his head. They maintain separate identities but share an existence 😑 In the X-Men issue it was established that Bruce and Charles Xavier had previously worked together which is neat. Also the villain the Leader, who had been killed off ages ago, has been brought back and revealed to have secretly been alive all this time.

The Curse of Shazam! (2012)

Gary Frank’s art worked well for this book, but that’s because it’s an edgy reboot, so I didn’t like it as I didn’t like the tone that it succeeded in conveying. I understand that some people like this reboot, I don’t really have an issue with that. I don’t think it’s worthwhile to put energy into being upset over someone liking something that I don’t like. But some of the discussion that I’ve seen around it that I feel is ahistorical has and still does bother me. Firstly, I think that it’s misleading to refer to this comic as just a modernization of the character. The Power of Shazam! (1994) is a modernization of the classic Billy Batson. The Curse of Shazam! (2012) is a modernization of Billy Batson based around rejecting the concept of classic character. I personally don’t like the approach of basing a reboot of a character around the idea that the premise of the original is naive or stupid to believe in, but even if you do then I think you at least have to acknowledge that that’s what it’s doing, and not that it’s a simple, smooth update. On that thread, I think that both Geoff Johns and some fans have acted like this book is the only modernization of the character, in the framing of it being a long-needed update treatment that the character had never gotten before, which is just absurdly disrespectful to the creators of previous modernizations like The Power of Shazam! (1994). The argument in support of this book is that the Billy characterization is just more realistic seems nonsensical to me, considering that the other foster children have gone through similarly traumatic upbringings and none of them are anything like him and that’s believable to that same audience. It’s also just not true that this character had a worse life than the Pre-Crisis version of the character, so I think that by arguing that this version of Billy has to be this way, it’s also being claimed that the classic character couldn’t possibly be that way. And the argument that the character goes through character development and then is more like the classic character by the end of the story is a flat-out lie, none of Billy’s subsequent appearances in the Trinity War event, the Infinite Evil event, or even his time on the Justice League (2011) run portray him as taking his job as a superhero seriously, or even just not as an asshole for the most part. Ultimately, this book exists within the same pop culture movement that has similarly produced an over-abundance of evil Superman and evil Superman expy content and the legion of fans who claim that the classic good Superman is unrealistic.

#comics read this past week #my posts