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justdealingwithsomeissues · 1 year

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Necrom gets his wish, and Rachel reactivates the Phoenix force to take him on...

#Marvel #Excalibur #Rachel Summers ~ Phoenix #Kurt Wagner ~ Nightcrawler #Kitty Pryde - Shadowcat #Meggan Puceanu #Brian Braddock ~ Captain Britain

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jjeanggrey · 1 month

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quick panel redeaw

#art #fanart #drawing #xmen #xmen fanart #uncanny xmen #excalibur #excalibur fanart #kitty pryde #shadowcat #rachel summers #phoenix #kurt wagner #nightcrawler #meggan #captain britain #brian braddock

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waitingforthet · 2 months

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This comic is, as is usual for Wednesday’s comics, chosen by my Patrons. Speaking of…

Check my Patreon out if you’d like to support the comic, even a little bit helps. Or just to check out the reward tiers, there’s some neat bonus stuff and I tried to make them fun: https://www.patreon.com/waitingforthet

#brian braddock #captain britain #emma peel #black queen

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comicbookhyperfixationtime · 3 months

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Nightcrawler doesn’t give a shit how sad you are, Brian, you still almost hit your girlfriend.

I’m sure he gets better but like, “processing grief by getting drunk and being abusive” is not a good way to introduce one of your leads. And Meggan is such a cinnamon roll like fuck you man.

Anyway Kurt drinks way too much Respect Women Juice to let any of that fly.

#comic books #marvel comics #excalibur #nightcrawler #kurt wagner #captain britain #brian braddock

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iconuk01 · 3 months

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Meet Hard Boiled Henwy! Scourge of all!

So in another post, I made reference to hard Boiled Henwy, and was asked for an explanation by @thefingerfuckingfemalefury ... Which is a reasonable request.

Back in the 90's, the Britain based x-book Excalibur had sort of fallen into an unsatisfying langour.

After the gleeful insanity of the early Chris Claremont written, Alan Davis pencilled romps involving the Warwolves, the Crazy Gang and the Cross Time Caper (Even if that DID go on too long). Davis left after 17 issues, and Claremont after 27 issues, and no one seemed to quite know how to deal with a team which wasn't the usual X-Men fare.

So, in issue 42, Alan Davis returned as artist AND writer and the series reached new heights, as Davis did know how to deal with them and had no problem embracing the weird and just plain cosmically silly! It's hard to think of a better exemplar than this, the cover of Davis' first issue

And worry not, we are soon to meet this agent of doom! And even witness his creation!

Because Davis immediately returns to one of the most outlandish teams introduced in the title: The Technet! The Technet are a VERY long story in and of themselves (Involving Alan Moore, Alan Davis, Doctor Who Weekly, and Captain Britain), but they are summarised in the first panel, so don't worr about it.

Just know that Gatecrasher is the large lady who leads this motley team, and she has a grudge against the Excalibur team, and has a capture contract on Phoenix to deliver.

So we cut to the Excalibur team having breakfast in their lighthouse home (and base of operations) which is going normally, until Meggan tries to boil an egg.

What horror could emerge? What unspeakable nightmare lurks within this calcium cage?

If you guessed a psychopathic, genetically engineered, self-destructing Tweety Bird, congratulations!

Now, whilst Henwy is something of a one shot wonder (literally) fret not, because Gatecrasher can, and has, made others in the years since, all called Hard Boiled Henwy because why change a winning formula?

#excalibur #technet #alan davis #hard boiled henwy #nightcrawler #shadowcat #meggan puceanu #captain britain #phoenix #kurt wagner #kitty pryde #brian braddock #rachel summers #gatecrasher

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radroller · 13 days

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Excalibur Special Edition (1988) “The Sword is Drawn”

Written by Chris Claremont, Illustrated by Alan Davis, Paul Neary, and Mark Farmer

#excalibur #kitty pryde #nightcrawler #rachel summers #meggan #captain britain #brian braddock #chris claremont #alan davis #paul neary #mark farmer

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albertonavajoart · 6 months

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#Xtober Day 27 Psylocke

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xsapphirescrollsx · 5 months

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Disclosed

Pairing: dark!Brian Braddock x Black Reader, dark!Capt Britain x Black Reader

Summary: You thought your new hiding spot was nearly perfect.

photo credit to ApexForm

The harsh glare of grocery store lights against the dark you strode in from made you squint. You were slow to adjust, as you only ventured out for supplies after 12 am. Day in and day out, your life became a series of timed alarms when it was best to leave the safety of your haven.

Hiding didn’t suit you, but it was necessary. After all, you were an important piece of the intergalactic, interdimensional puzzle the Avengers longed to get their hands on. But overall you were a nobody. A wrong place at the wrong timer who just happened to walk into the middle of the biggest heist of the century. And while you could have done without being associated with corrupt cartels to hide you away, you were grateful in a way that you were out of the fray.

You knew who hunted you the most though. Out of all them Captain Britain seemed to take a special interest in keeping you on your toes. And tonight, this early morning, wasn’t any different. Brian Braddock was hell-bent on bringing you in.

The moment you stepped out of the sliding doors of the grocery store your brain set blaze to the paranoia that stayed primed. You scurried along the brick wall past the giant windows and prayed any light would somehow cast enough shadow if anyone was directly watching. And the buzz of apprehension coursing through your body quickly converted to fear.

On the other side of the store, just beyond the boundary between where the lot light ended and complete darkness began came a rustling sound. It was a cat, you reminded yourself. It had to be a cat, you thought.

Either way, you walked toward it, in the direction of your safe house as a chill crawled up your spine. You crossed over the threshold quickly down the sidewalk. The tall grass growing between empty lots where businesses used to stand did little to curb the fright.

You were almost there. It was just suspicion and with good reason to be too. They had killed nearly all the people who had helped you along the way. And the first and last time you came in contact with the devilish Captain Britain, he had left his scars.

A few more blocks away and you could practically see the outline of your apartment front door nestled in the run-down, dingy white, Fair Valley Inn. You hated this walk on the best of nights but this, the sound from above, on the tops of the abandoned buildings had you almost jogging with your bags down the side-walk.

And you made it. You didn’t take a full breath until the door behind you was locked down tight. You rested your forehead against the mottled-colored door.

“You could have just turned yourself in,” said a man’s voice.

Panic set in once again as you flipped around, back against the door, and stared into your small kitchenette.

“All of this running just makes you look guilty. And you know how much I dislike repeating the same action.”

The man rounded the dirty fridge, dressed in jeans, a plain white shirt with a shiny silver chain peeking out above the collar. The ruffled dark locks, square jaw, and slit blue eyes stared back at you with a slick smile across his lips.

“You don’t have a quick-witted remark for me this go around?”

Braddock tilted his head slightly, “Oh, you just have tears to offer?”

They slid down your cheeks.

“I didn’t see anything,” you whispered. “Nothing at all...” your voice shook with the beat of your heart.

He stepped closer to you, and you pushed yourself harder against the door.

“I’m not convinced of that.”

Braddock’s leer swept your body before returning to your face. “I think I deserve a reward.”

“After all, they only need you to speak,” he added.

He pulled you from the door with a grip on your right wrist and threw you to the floor. You twisted around and locked eyes with the hard glare just behind you. And you froze.

All of the running, the being hunted, the possibilities that always ran through your mind came to fruition. They found you, he had you.

Braddock lunged and you flinched into a frightful mound. He pulled your jeans, underwear, and shoes off with one tug leaving you unraveled, flat on your belly and still shivering with fear. Somewhere in the cold air of your apartment and the warmth of his body shedding you of the clothes on your back he buried his face from behind into your folds. It didn’t matter that finally, you reacted, you tried to pry yourself out of his grip but it was useless.

Or that the silky string of tears had turned into wrecked and desperate sobs. You didn’t want to give him credit. You thought of it as the answer to terror. The pressure coming to a head of not being able to escape. So you wept with anger.

You were still fighting when he crawled over the backs of your legs and his chest pressed against your back. He fisted a good bit of your hair and craned your neck back at the same moment he tilted his cock up with the other hand. Your face scrunched into a grimace the second he forced what felt like a baseball bat up inside you.

And Braddock stilled. His heavy breaths panted into your ear as his lips touched the delicate surface of your skin.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “I’ve been imagining this for the last six months,” he confessed.

Braddock pulled one of your arms behind your back, the other hand still locked on your hair he used your body. He kept you still as he began to pump. Hot skin on cool. His pelvis brushed and softly touched the roundness of your ass.

What started out as a brutal pace of ramming himself straight into you quickly dissolved into tender slick movements of in and out. He thinks perhaps to indulge you, imprint upon you the length and girth he has to offer.

Maybe he was afraid to truly break you too. Maybe he was losing his resolve mid-act but he didn’t stop.

He released your arm and placed his shaky hand over the column of your smooth throat. He pushed into your now slick, wet parts without recourse to your pained gasps.

“I think I’m in love,” Braddock grunted as his rhythm turned sloppy and greedy.

Your eyes squeezed tight while every breath you tried to take in was quickly rushed out by his pressing weight.

“You belong to me now.” Something in his voice floated between ecstasy and unrequited hate.

“Unless you want them to use you?” Braddock picked up the pace again, his fingers clamped down on the sides of your neck.

“No!” you gargled out.

“Say it,” he ordered. “Tell me who you belong to!”

“Captain Britain!” you croaked. “I belong to Brian Braddock!”

He hitched back on the vice grip across your neck and lightly kissed the side of your face.

You could hear the smile in his voice, “And maybe I’ll leave you with a little piece of me too.”

What voice you had left whittled away at a moaned no.

Braddock’s chuckles melted into a deep gravelly hiss as he continued to bury himself to the hilt.

“Perfectly fit for breeding,” he groaned. His head dropped to your shoulder, he turned his lips to your neck and began to bite into the tender skin. Huffing and groaning to meet your sobs he began to lose focus.

And then suddenly his head popped up and he growled into your ear. His hips twitched while every muscle in his body went rigid. You felt it, his warm seed spurting and seeping around the seal he created.

Braddock let go of your head but kept his hand on your throat. He was still inside you, just as hard as he began, and laid there on top of you. Placing pecks from your hairline to jaw and then back to your ear.

“I think we have some time yet,” he murmured.

“For my girl, I have all the time in the world.”

#dark!Brian Braddock #black!reader #dark! captain Britain #black reader #Black reader #Black!reader #Black Female Reader

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telekinesis-mind-control-comics · 4 months

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#the avengers #black panther #incredible hulk #black widow #captain marvel #mr fantastic #beast #captain britain #fantastic four #x men #t'challa #bruce banner #natasha romanoff #reed richards #carol danvers #hank mccoy #brian braddock #marvel comics #marvel

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neighborhood-pulp · 1 month

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By day he is Peter Parker’s hard drinking rich kid roommate from overseas, by night he fights for justice as Captain Britain!

#artists on tumblr #procreate #fanart #marvel #character design #comics #x men #excalibur #captain britain #brian braddock #peter parker #marvel team up

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justdealingwithsomeissues · 13 days

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There is also a lot of really great Pin-Up art spread throughout the book as well... The ladies love some Nightcrawler.

#Marvel #Marvel Holiday Special #Kurt Wagner ~ Nightcrawler #Meggan Puceanu #Lockheed #Kitty Pryde - Shadowcat #Brian Braddock ~ Captain Britain

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ohnostalgia · 5 days

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brian and betsy birthday today🙂

#captain britain #brian braddock #betsy braddock

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waitingforthet · 7 months

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This comic is, as is usual for Wednesday’s comics, chosen by my Patrons. Speaking of…

Check my Patreon out if you’d like to support the comic, even a little bit helps. Or just to check out the reward tiers, there’s some neat bonus stuff and I tried to make them fun: https://www.patreon.com/waitingforthet

#captain britain #brian braddock #betsy braddock

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comicbookhyperfixationtime · 22 days

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We need more art of this immediately