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atomic-chronoscaph · 7 months
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Captain Satan - art by Malvin Singer (1938)
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gameraboy2 · 1 year
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"Suddenly the shadow of Satan appeared."
Captain Satan vol 2 #1 (1938)
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vintagegeekculture · 2 years
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Captain Satan was a pulp hero who only lasted for 5 issues. He was very much like Phantom Detective, who was a bored rich guy, and all around classy gentleman, who fought crime for kicks. He was also like Doc Savage, particularly in the way he was the leader of a team of assistants. Captain Satan’s Satanic Crew, however, seemed to have a disposability equal to that of the Enterprise’s security officers, in that they tended to die to prove that the situation is serious. 
The author, William O’Sullivan, is interesting in that he is almost a complete and total question mark even to pulp historians, especially compared to how well documented, say, Walter Gibson or Clark Ashton Smith’s life has been. Very little about him is actually known, and we only have a handful of examples of aviation stories to go by elsewhere.
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portal-to-the-past · 1 year
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Captain Satan - March 1938 // Cover by Malvin Singer
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oakendesk · 1 year
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Captain Satan Mar 1938
Malvin Singer
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satans-knitwear · 6 months
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yo hoe hoe??? and a bottle of rum. ☠️
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cowboykakashi · 1 year
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Season 1 Flint makes me insane
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heycarrots · 3 months
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Black Sails Nation! Happy 10 Year Anniversary!
In honor of the 10th anniversary of the best show ever, the 10th Episode of Reading Between the Lines Podcast has just dropped!
This month, I’m featuring Professor of English Literature, Dr. Alex Tankard.
Dr. Tankard and I had an amazing and lengthy discussion about all things Black Sails, but in particular, as Flint relates to Luciferian lore in literary texts like Paradise Lost. In discussing Flint’s “darkness” they touched on the themes of “otherness” and the demonization of neurodivergence in Colonial Literature, as it relates to Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness and Robert Louis Stephenson’s The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Additionally, we talk about gender and sexuality in the 18th century and how Black Sails gets it SO historically RIGHT!
Dr. Tankard is no fan of John Silver, so if you don’t want to hear criticism of his character and his choices, this may not be the episode for you, however, you’d be missing some amazing insights from a truly engaging lecturer. Fortune favors the brave!
Additionally, I want to again thank @tiofrean for her absolutely incredible cover art, generously donated to the podcast. This piece is truly stunning!
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And if you prefer to listen on Apple Podcasts…
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carnirat · 6 months
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So you know John Smith's "Journal of Impossible Things" from Human Nature/The Family of Blood?
Years ago, I got a small copy of it at a nerd store and it's got every page from the journal in it. I'm sure these all exist out there already but here's some of my favorite pages and what text I can make out for those who haven't seen some of these
There's lots of repeating text and jibber jabber, I assume to fill space, so I won't write down stuff twice or the random stuff he tends to write over and over
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I find myself wanting to draw a perfect rose, over and over although I cannot find a rose anywhere!
In my dream, I keep asking a girl where to find one, and she is dressed in the most extraordinary immodest way.
She will not answer me, and she keeps walking away.
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I remember this girl I have drawn her although(?) I know her well in my dream
(The rest is stuff from the previous page and more jibber jabber)
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I am a father in my dreams, I am certain, and a grandfather. A great sadness at these thoughts. As if they had not just died, all my (I can't tell), but had departed in a way somehow more final than death.
I am the last for some reason I am terribly afraid that my watch is broken.
I can't remember what they look like (idk) see shadows (idk)
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The skies are a burnt orange. And the leaves on the trees are silver.
I know a man who lives on a hillside there. And the city has towers! And I dance(?) in my robes, and my collar I can never get it right. I am so ill suited for it and yet they tell me I am in charge! Ha ha ha!
(Repeating)
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(A page about Capt. Jack Harkness)
I am traveling with a man in the military, only he isn't what he seems, and so I leave him behind after a battle, and he is stranded in no man's land, so alone and so far away from home.
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(Page about Martha, next page is immediately next to this)
She wants someone close to me someone I think I know in the waking world. And she is a doctor. She wants to heal me. Why is being a Dr so important? To her and to me. I wish she could turn around so I can see who she really is.
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The girl with the strange spikey hair is trying to take someone away from me
She dresses strange different
Her features are unclear
I don't know what she looks like
Black hair
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(Lessgo badwolf rose)
A woman with the universe(?) poured into her and she becomes a lady!
Such grace!
She judges the living and the dead.
Everything changes as she (idk)
She judges(possibly) everything and everyone that she meets
She judges all that come in her path all and more.
She has gold eyes the universe is inside her
Powerful
Gold eyes
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I have seen the opposite of a star. A darkness rather than a light on the void
There is a world that lives there, terribly close to disaster. It feels most like a vision, a prophesy. Like something out of astrology, that the placing of these stars is important.
(Jibber jabber)
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And further into the nightmare, there was a pit. And there was a voice from the pit. And it wrote itself onto mens faces. It sought an escape into the world of men.
It was the beast, I am sure. The thing inside is all that we must not let out.
A broken clock or a broken mirror will let it out.
(Can't make out the last bit)
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Hit the photo limit but I'm not done! I'm reblogging with the rest, here's the link to that)
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heckcareoxytwit · 2 months
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As the three heroines - Jennifer Walters, Patsy Walker and Carol Danvers are surrounded by demons in the bar, they have little choice but to get into superhero mode and fight off the demons. Patsy puts on her Hellcat claw gloves while Jennifer transforms into She-Hulk. The three heroines fight the demons until Daimon Hellstrom appears out of nowhere to say hello to his ex-wife (Patsy) and suck up the demons. When Hellstrom tries to woo Patsy, she turns him down so he disappears in a puff of smoke.
Sensational She-Hulk v2 #5, 2024
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holy-shit-comics · 8 months
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gameraboy2 · 1 year
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"The Dead Man Express" Captain Satan vol 2 #1 (1938)
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brokehorrorfan · 4 months
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Marty “Riet” McEwen has released an officially licensed House of 1000 Corpses blacklight poster. Priced at $40, the 18x24 screen print features black flocking.
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choptopsbarbeque · 6 months
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Deleted scenes from The Devils rejects
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mirthlxss · 10 months
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Baseball Price unhinged drabble
This is such a out of fucking character, indulgent post but @joebeargraves started this with her BASEBALL stuffs and little story and suddenly now this has happened, I had no choice really. This is dedicated to you my lovely hoe, hope it helps ;)
Purely indulgent drabble down below, smutty and probably completely filled with incorrect baseball terms.
warnings: eighteen +, goes without saying. light degradation, fem!reader, lil spank, just general demon behaviour you get it.
John Price is the meanest pitcher in the league, the way he rockets those balls with such malice completely contrasts with the build-up before he pitches. There’s always steely silence in the crowd as they watch his preparations, feet steadily planted on the dirt mound as he brings his throwing hand up to his mouth. One long, languid lick across the tips of his fingers, a short huff of air. 
“Better grip.” He’d grumble when you asked about it after your first time watching him. The tension thrums through your body, every game, every time. Thighs clenched, he’d raise his digits and lick, you’d swear John would flicker his gaze upward to you in the crowd, and your heartbeat would drop down to your knickers. 
The ace in his team, you always knew that one day you’d surprise him with new merchandise. Price could barely keep himself contained when he finally came on field, the white-hot summer sun blazing down, doing nothing to help his case. The way you fanned yourself on the stands, his old jersey clinging to your breasts, the jostling sway of each desperate waft. The second your eyes clapped onto him it was over, shot up in your seat, bouncing up and down like you hadn’t already caught his attention. 
He’d bombed the game, furious of course. You liked him angry, though this was new, the clear diversion of your devotion had stumped him completely. It was routine to clamber down from the stands and meet your pitcher by the players changing rooms, cheer and congratulate him before he went in. This was new, desperate grasp on your waist, the rushed snarl that left him as Price barrelled you inside the changing room, shoving and herding you past the lockers and showers. You stumbled ungraciously into a dim corner, John crowding you with his gait, panting harshly as his hungry gaze ripped you apart.
“Can’t fucking concentrate.” Hoarse growl, a clue to his crumbling psyche. His lips crushed onto yours in a bruising kiss, the hands on your waist dragging you forward to meet his hips, cock strained hard against the material of his uniform. He’d barely been able to hide it during the game, head swimming with the image of you in his jersey.
He took you in the corner, rough and barely lucid as the whistling of his fellow teammates made no difference to the volume of his pleasured grunts, the jersey stayed on, of course. 
“Such a supportive little slut, aren’t you?” 
“Pretty girl putting me off my game huh, it’s a good thing I love this little hole so much.” 
“Wanna come for me? No chance love, can’t decide if you need punishing or not.” 
He’d fill you up thick and fast, pulling out with a sordid slap on your bare arse. His hand soon followed, pushing up into the sopping cavern he’d ploughed into, fingers plugging his cum in as you shook against the wall, cheek pressed against the cool tile. 
“Grind.” 
His fingers left you, soon to be replaced with the smooth sensation of wood. You look down to find yourself clenching over his baseball bat, white already smearing over it as he pushed it back and forth between your legs, angling it just right. The motion dragged it dangerously slow against your clit, already raw from the relentless fuck he’d sprung upon you. 
John made you ride the bat until you came, shamelessly grinding yourself into it as he supported you from behind, twisting and thrusting the implement in time with your needy pulses. Only when he was satisfied with hearing your sweet little drawls did he let you collapse back onto him. 
Finishing up with a soft smack as he slapped the sticky bat against your core, pulling the bat away and bringing it up to his readied tongue, licking the wood clean of your juices. 
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satans-knitwear · 6 months
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its the pirate life for me 🏴‍☠️
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