#Renaissance!Spider-Woman Reader

[queenimmadolla]

listen…Hobie Brown/Spider-Punk x Renaissance!Spider-Woman Reader, whose secret identity is as the young polymath protege of Leonardo Da Vinci and whose nemesis is the Renaissance Vulture (in a dr drakken vs Kim possible sort of way cause those fights gotta be hella outlandish with all that hammer space between them), who was the former pupil of Leonardo—hence his and reader’s beef— and based on Michaelangelo (because that’s who he reminded me of since Michelangelo was an artist with a bad attitude who is now thought to have been autistic and hated interacting with people lol)

the watchmen (police) love Spider-Woman, but the Church (who were at this point pretty much ‘the law’ keepers) on the other hand…

Am I Dreaming and Mona Lisa got me INSPIRED

#across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #hobie brown #hobart brown #spiderpunk #spider punk #spiderpunk x reader #spider-punk x reader #hobie x reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x y/n #hobie brown x you #Renaissance!Spider-Woman #Renaissance!Spider-Woman Reader

[goldenhourwriter]

•✮🕷️𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐤𝐢𝐝🕷️✮•

part one (you are here) • part two •

⋆pairing: miguel o’hara x wife!reader

⋆warning(s): i guess just fighting and some cursing. and threatening to bite someone lol. also i got translations from spanish dict, if i did something wrong, please correct me. i tried to use the right definitions/context to use those definitions in! also pregnancy.

⋆a/n: this was so fun to write! requests are open, and i am new to this blog, so hang on while i get this all figured out. requests are open, and this will be a mini series i am continuing!!

It’s not usually this quiet at the Spider Society.

It’s nice.

I walk around, humming softly to myself as I munch on a banana, a craving I usually get. I let my hand rest on my slightly swollen belly, my suit especially made to let it stretch and give the baby some room.

Yeah, ever heard of a pregnant Spider-Woman?

It happened a couple of months ago, as married couples tend to let happen. It’s twins, actually. One boy and one girl, but, my husband doesn’t know yet. Doesn’t want to know. I called the doctor anyways, and even though he threw a hissy fit that could rival a toddler, he relented and said it was fine.

And, it was kind of nice being alone. A lot of the spider-people tend to do things for me, think I’m incapable of doing things now because I’m pregnant. Even the ridiculous Spider-Man T-Rex gave me a ride through the halls. I snort at the thought, gaining some weird looks.

Obviously, I didn’t refuse. Who would pass up a ride on a freaking dinosaur?

My few 30 minutes of bliss, however, was interrupted by the beeping on my watch. I tap on it and smile when I see Lyla. She gives a wave.

“Hey, big wifey,” she teases, pushing up her pink, heart-shaped glasses. I roll my eyes. Everyone knows I hate that name. It doesn’t make me feel fat, it just makes me very aware of the two babies living inside of me, and how very uncomfortable life can really get.

“Hey, algorithm girl, what’s up?” I shoot back with sarcasm. I am met with satisfaction as she gives me a dead-pan look.

“Haha, very funny, love that,” she says sarcastically. “Your husband is struggling with an anomaly. Earth-65, some kind of Renaissance bird-man.”

I giggle at the thought. I can imagine his annoyance. “Gotcha, and did he actually call for back up?” I ask, but i already know the answer. I take another bite of my banana, shifting my weight onto my right leg. I can never stand still for too long, luckily, being a super hero can keep me moving. Keeps the babies satisfied.

She snorts at me, like i was making some hilarious, un-heard of joke. I relent, sighing and preparing my bracelet to go to the universe she said he was in.

“Alright, alright. How long do you think until he actually asks?”

“I’d give you about two minutes. He’s getting really thrown around with this one. And there’s another spider person, trying to ask him too many questions.”

My eyes perk back up to the hologram when she mentions this. “I haven’t heard of a recruit from Earth-65, is she new?” I ponder out loud. I cock my head to the side, adjusting my mask. Well, half mask. It really only covers my eyes. Lyla nods. “Yup, she’s a new one. She’s a nice kid, too.”

I smile.

“I’ll be there in a minute.”

Lyla logs off and I sigh, patting my baby bump. “Alright, you guys,” I whisper to my belly. I stick out my hand and the portal opens, and I jump in. I shout with joy, flying through the portal, and as I practically fall to the other end, my hair whips around.

I fall on the other end, and I groan as my hair blocks my vision. I hear grunting, crushing, wings flapping, and snappy remarks being thrown about, but I can’t see anything. I flip my hair over my head, shaking it out.

“I need a hair tie on these things,” I mumble to myself.

I look over, and I see a feminine-looking spider-hero staring at me. I give her a small wave. Her eyes are wide, I can tell. I examine her suit, which seems like it holds up pretty well. It has hood, which is new to me, and she’s wearing…are those ballet flats? I smile

“Hey, babes! You look cute!” I compliment to the get up.

She waves back again, and she looks down at my stomach. “Are you….?” She trails off. I look down, and put a hand on my hip. “Yep, I am. It’s twins, but don’t tell my husband the sexes yet. He wants to wait.” She nods, but seems to remember that she doesn’t know just who my husband is. She takes a step towards me.

“Who are you married to? Are there even more people like us?” I nod.

“My husband’s right….” I don’t even flinch as he gets thrown into the wall right in front of me, and I smile. “There.”

He groans as he slips to get up, his mask eyes squinting at me. I squint my eyes right back.

“Don’t give me that look. I’m carrying your children,” I scold. He gestured to the giant creature that hurls towards us. “I need help here!” He shouts at me. Lyla puts up on my shoulder, and we both cross our arms. He sighs, looking down.

“Please, Y/N? Sabes que no me gusta mendigar,(You know I don’t enjoy begging),“ He pleads quietly.

Vulture screeches at us. “Love truly makes me sick,” he narrates out loud, and he reaches his talons out for me. I stuck out my wrists and web up one wing, so he goes sideways, just barely missing me. He breaks free, but I web up behind him again.

“Your attitude makes me sick!” I shout at him. “You seem like the Beethoven of your area, jerky, cold, and not the greatest people-person!” I struggle to speak as I try to web him up again, but it doesn’t work. He barrels towards me, and grabs me in his talons. I hear Miguel growl and leap off the ground, landing on his back. He tugs on the man’s feathers, making him spin around to try and find him. I take the opportunity to web myself away from his grasp, kicking him away as I do so.

“Is this guy made of paper?” I ask, rubbing my hands together as I take a moment to actually register what just happened. Miguel grunts, and yells as he speaks to me from the bottom of the building. “Honey, I love your voice, but I really need you to use your actions right now!”

I spot a few witnesses trapped behind some rubble, so I shoot off the side of the wall to swoop them up. They scream, clutching onto me, and I drop them off right by a big police officer. He gawks at me, and I give him salute as Miguel webs me up again. I twist up, getting wrapped in his webbing, and I break free using a kick, hitting Vulture square in the jaw with my foot. He grunts in pain, squeezing his eyes shut, and Miguel uses this moment to try and guide him down, so he won’t escape.

I land right next to, what’s her name? I’ll learn it soon enough. I land right next to the teen as she stares at me. I smirk at her.

“What, never seen two married spiders?”

She swallows. “Can you adopt me?”

“What?”

“What? Nothing! Nothing!”

Miguel groans, and I can tell he’s growing tired. “¡Por Dios! ¿Puedes dejar de hablar por un momento? (Oh, my God. Can you stop talking for a moment?)” He calls out to me. I let out a heavy sigh, putting my hands on my knees. “I’m sorry, but your babies are making it hard to move right now!” I shout at him. Gwen webs away from me, and Miguel lands right next to me again. “Last time I checked, it took two people to make those two babies,” he grumbles. We take a moment and watch as Gwen tries to take down Vulture by herself.

I look at Miguel, and raise my eyebrows. “Did she call ya ‘Dark Garfield?’” I ask. He groans, and I can tell hair eyes shut as his head falls forward. “Yes.”

I giggle. “I like her. Maybe we can recruit-“ “No. No, we can’t, and you know why.” My somewhat playful attitude disappears with a frown, and I nod in compliance. He grabs my waist and he swings us up, and then we fall onto the Vulture back again. I scream through gritted teeth as I try to hold him down on the ground, but he flings me off, a sudden, new found strength in him.

“What the hell?” I curse. “Not cool, man!”

“This ends now,” he says to me, and he springs upward. I curse under my breath again, but it seems Miguel is on top of it. Literally.

“If he gets out, this whole universe will collapse!” He shouts, mainly at Gwen. I know the risks involved, having to save almost every universe from them every day. I shoot my wrist out, but I groan. I hit my web shooters, but nothing comes out. “Fuck-Miguel! I’m out!” I try to jump from floor to floor, but I quickly get nauseous while doing that. I look down at my stomach again, poking it. “So web slinging is fine but jumping is what doesn’t please you guys?” I ask the unborn babies. I get a mere kick in return. “I know that was the girl. That was way too sassy,” I grumble to myself.

Spider-Girl lands right beside me, and she looks at my husband and he battles Vulture. They both crash right through the glass ceiling, and we shield ourselves from the shards that could possibly cut us. She looks at me.

“What is he gonna do?” She asks. Miguel takes the Vulture’s face in his hands, and opens his mouth, wide, baring his fangs and giving a loud roar. “Oh snap,” whispers under his breath. But, he’s cut short, when a helicopter shines a light on him. He yells at the helicopter, his mask coming up again to cover his face.

“I’m a good guy! I’m here to help!” He desperately explains. My spider senses then go off, and I scream up to Miguel.

“Miguel! Watch-!“

I’m too late. Vulture throws two weapons at the helicopter, and then the helicopter starts to spin, going down, and fast.

“Shit.” All three of us say in unison.

I look to the kid, and she’s already looking at me. I nod towards her, and she returns the gesture, and we both know what that means. She launches off the floor, and she begins to web a net. I take a deep breath. “Alright, babies, don’t make me throw up,” I say sternly to my unborn babies.

I leap off the ground, and I fly through the middle of the helicopter, grabbing the two pilots and landing on the fourth floor of the building. I grunt as I roll on the ground with them, and we writhe in pain.

I turn to the both of them, checking on them, and I run to the edge, well, the mess that made the edge. I look down, and the teenage girl is flying through the air, webbing up a net. And just as the helicopter is about to crash, she flies right underneath it, just barely getting nipped by the chopper.

She lands, breathing heavily.

“Wow,” I whisper. Miguel hops a bit in front of me, landing on some rubble.

“I was gonna do that,” he says quietly to himself. I can tell he’s thinking her, thinking about her hard. Miguel and I share a glance at her, and she nods. She turns and hops down from the huge rock, and goes back towards the wall, out of sight. I turn and see the two pilots staring at me. I smile.

“Yeah, I know, there’s lots of freaky spider people, that was my reaction too. Cmon, let’s get you two a medic.” I reach down and offer my hand to them, which they take, one at a time. I help them to the big opening in the building where the door used to be, and I hand them over to some officers.

I sigh, turning around to find my husband surveying the area.

I walk up to him, putting a hand on his back, feeling his tense and rigid muscles, alert and still in attack mode. He seems to relax a little at my touch, and he lets his mask down. I grin, amusement

“Your hair is all messed up.” “Can you and I have one good moment after a battle where you don’t make fun of my hair?” “Absolutely not.”

He lets out a low growl, rolling his eyes. I walk a little in front of him, and stare at the place where the teen escaped to, hearing some grunting from there. No doubt she’s recovering on her own. My hand comes to rest on my stomach, my thumb running over the bump. I turn back to Miguel, my mouth open to speak, but he beats me to it.

“I said no,” he rejects me as he leans down to pick up some broken machinery. He scoffs at some poor excuse for art. “I’m starting to think Vulture did everyone a favor by destroying this place, this art sucks-“

“Miguel O'Hara, no cambies de tema,” I say sternly. He lets out a sigh. Spanish isn’t even my main language, so when I speak it, he knows I’m not messing around. He spins around, holding a figurine of a balloon dog in his hand. I would find it comedic, a big guy like him holding a small thing like that, but not when he’s trying to avoid my questions.

“You know we can use her. I’ve never seen anything like her, and she even beat you to one of your moves. You have to agree with me on this!” I gesture out in front of me, as if the conversation is laid out in front of us. Miguel sighs, walking up to me with his hands on his hips. His expression is hard, but his eyes give it away. He’s considering it, it helps if I’ve spent about a couple years with him now.

He brings his hand to my waist and another to my hair, leaning down to press a kiss to my forehead.

“Te amo demasiado a veces,” he mumbles into my hair.

Okay, that gives me absolutely nothing.

His hand travel down to my stomach, and his two very large hands splay over my tummy. His lips quirk up a bit as one of them kicks against my skin. “Did you do okay today?” He asks quietly, referring to my very pregnant self. I nod, but it doesn’t seem to reassure him.

Vulture struggles next to us, but we just give him an annoyed look. “I’m done with your attitude!” Miguel tells him, pointing at him. He sighs, turning back to me, grabbing my waist and pulling me impossibly closer, so we’re basically sharing the same breathe. My stomach flutters. Even after marrying him, he really can have the same affect on me from when I was a new recruit.

“You know you can always opt out whenever, I can call for other backup,” he says quietly. He’s trying to spare my feelings, not letting others hear so I won’t get embarrassed. I’m never embarrassed, it’s life, I got pregnant, but I appreciate the sentiment. I lean up and kiss his nose.

“I know, thank you, but really, I’m fine.” I stick a hand up as he begins to protest. “At 7 months, I will take maternity leave. I’ll rest and just be the desk person, okay?” I ask. He debates it for a moment, and lets out a grunt and nods. We stay in our somewhat embrace for a bit, when we hear a gun shot. My head whips to where Spider-Woman went and hid, and I look at Miguel.

His mask forms again, and he kicks Vulture, telling him to be still as he picks him up. Miguel picks me up with his other arm and swings to the opening as we fall in.

“Dad, please!” She begs the cop standing across from her. Miguel shoots a containment pod at him, and she runs towards him. I grab her by the shoulders, trying to use my softest voice.

“Hey, hey, kid. Hey, it’s okay, we’re here, we got you,” I say quietly to her. She’s crying as she clutches onto my arm, staring at her dad. Miguel opens a portal, and I give the kid one more pat and walk over to him.

“What are we gonna do?” I whisper to him. He looks at me. “What do you mean?”

I roll my eyes.

“We can’t just leave her here!” I get a bit louder, but he shushes me, putting a finger up. My jaw drops.

“You did not just shush me,” I growl.

“Oh, I think I did.”

“Oh, I know you didn’t-!”

Miguel and I bicker back and forth, and at some point, Vulture voluntarily hops into the portal, all tied up, not wishing to stick around. I stick my finger up as I try to argue with him, my hand coming to my hip, and he towers over me, but that never took away my edge.

Then, some sniffling gets us to shut up.

The kid looks at us, her eyes watery and wide. She looks like what she is…a teenager who’s lost and alone. She opens her mouth to speak. “I-I don’t know what to do.”

I look slowly at Miguel, and he lets his head hang forward.

“Yeah, well….”

I raise my eyebrows at him.

“Join the club.”

🕷️ 💍

#miguel x reader #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #spiderman 2099 #spider man #spider man into the spider verse #across the spider verse spoilers #miles morales #gwen stacy

[ourrobotculture]

Drucilla’s Renaissance Reverie

In the heart of a bustling Renaissance city, where cobbled streets echoed with the clatter of horse hooves and the scent of spices hung heavy in the air, there lived a young woman named Drucilla. Her vibrant red hair flowed like a cascade of autumn leaves, and her eyes, the color of emerald forests, held secrets that danced between reality and enchantment.

Drucilla was no ordinary maiden. At twenty-five, she had already mastered the art of alchemy, blending herbs and elixirs that whispered forgotten truths to those who dared to sip from her potions. Her small apothecary shop, tucked away in a narrow alley, drew curious souls seeking remedies for both body and soul.

Each morning, Drucilla would rise with the sun, her fingers tracing the delicate curves of ancient manuscripts. She studied the works of Paracelsus and Agrippa, their inked wisdom guiding her through the labyrinth of magic and science. Her potions were sought after by nobles and peasants alike, for they promised love, healing, and glimpses into otherworldly realms.

But Drucilla harbored a secret—a longing that transcended her mortar and pestle. She yearned for adventure beyond the city walls, to explore the hidden forests and crumbling castles that whispered forgotten tales. Her heart beat in rhythm with the distant howls of wolves and the rustling of leaves, urging her to seek the unknown.

One moonlit night, as the stars painted constellations upon the indigo canvas, Drucilla donned a cloak spun from spider silk and stepped into the forest. The ancient oaks bowed to her, their gnarled branches creating a canopy of secrets. She followed a winding path, guided by the flicker of fireflies, until she reached a moss-covered stone circle.

Here, the veil between worlds was thin. Drucilla closed her eyes, her pulse echoing the rhythm of forgotten spells. She whispered incantations passed down from generations long past, and the stones responded. A shimmering portal materialized—a gateway to realms beyond imagination.

With a breath held, Drucilla stepped through.

She emerged in a land untouched by time—a place where knights jousted for honor, troubadours sang of unrequited love, and fairies danced in moonlit glades. The Renaissance period had come alive, and Drucilla was both witness and participant.

In this enchanted realm, she met a gallant knight named Sir Cedric. His armor gleamed like polished silver, and his eyes held the weight of battles fought and lost. Drucilla tended to his wounds, her potions mending flesh and spirit. Their conversations flowed like meandering rivers, weaving tales of chivalry and forbidden magic.

As seasons changed, so did their hearts. Sir Cedric confessed his love beneath a blossoming cherry tree, and Drucilla, torn between two worlds, hesitated. Could she forsake her apothecary, her red-haired cat named Alaric, and the familiar scent of herbs for a love that defied time?

The answer lay in an ancient grimoire—the Book of Eternal Choices. Its pages whispered of sacrifice and destiny. Drucilla read the words, her heart pounding, and made her decision.

She returned to her Renaissance city, her red hair now streaked with silver. The apothecary thrived, but her heart remained with Sir Cedric. And so, every full moon, she stepped through the stone circle, bridging the gap between realms. Their love was a tapestry woven across centuries, a testament to the magic that bound them.

And so, dear reader, if you ever wander through a moonlit forest and glimpse a red-haired woman disappearing into the mist, know that it is Drucilla—the alchemist, the lover, and the keeper of forgotten tales.

For in the Renaissance period and beyond, her story lives on, whispered by the wind and etched into the very stones that guard the ancient portal.

Finis.

#ai art #ai artwork #ai story #Renaissance Girl #copilot

[ktwritesstuff]

Safe with You (a Spider-Man oneshot)

Title: Safe with You Fandom: Spider-Man films Rating: Explicit Characters & Pairings: Spider-Man x femme reader Word Count: ~5,000 Summary: Spider-Man sneaks into your apartment to teach you a lesson.   Notes: The “You” character is intended to be a plus-size woman, but the physical descriptions are fairly non-specific. Likewise, I think this will work for any of the Spider-Mans, but I am particularly partial to the renaissance of Andrew!Peter. Lovingly beta-read by @bs-fangirl Content warning under the cut. 

Tropes & Content Warning: dirty talk, dom/sub, dubcon, oral, p-in-v, roleplay, spanking, toys

Int. New York City. Night.

It was close to 11 in the evening and your building was mostly quiet.  It was one of the benefits of living in an apartment building populated mostly by seniors–your neighbors tended to take their hearing aids out and call it a night after the evening news.  You were just about ready to turn in yourself, curled up on the sofa with a cup of tea, snuggling your tortoiseshell cat, Matilda, struggling to stay focused on the next page of your book.

Your phone buzzed on the coffee table and you smiled at the text that illuminated the lock screen.  Tilly sprang to attention, stretching her back as you reached for the phone, firing back a quick thumbs up emoji before rising from the couch to place the phone in the charging dock on the counter.  

“Time for bed,” you announced, pacing down the hall.

You paused in your bedroom doorway.  The window was open and the curtains moved in the breeze; you almost certainly remembered closing it earlier in the evening.  You crossed the room, shutting the window and drawing the curtains closed.  In your peripheral vision, you noticed an unusual shadow in the corner.  

You turned to look and in one impossibly quick motion, the shadow took the shape of a person–a man–pinning you against the wall, clamping a hand over your mouth.

“Shhh. Don’t scream,” he warned.  “I’m not going to hurt you.”

In the dim light, the blackness of his figure took on hues of red and blue.  Two large silvery eyes glinted in the streetlight peeking through the curtains.  A face–a mask–you recognized.

“You’re okay,” he said.  “Don’t be scared.”

Your heart was pounding, but you nodded.  He let his hand drop from your mouth.

“You’re Spider-Man,” you said.  “I’ve seen you on TV.  What are you doing in my bedroom?” 

He looked down, chuckled.  His hands slid from your shoulders down your bare arms.  He looked back up.

“Who hasn’t been in your bedroom?” 

“I beg your pardon?” you snapped.  You tried to pull away but he held you by the elbows, his grip impossibly strong.

“I’ve been watching you,” he said, twisting a lock of your hair between his fingers.  “Getting your coffee, going to work, meeting your friends for brunch at that little place on West Broadway.”

He moved toward you, pressing his body against yours.  Your mouth was dry.  A bead of sweat rolled down the length of your spine.  

“I see you prancing around in your cute little dresses with your hair and makeup all done.  You want people to look at you, don’t you?  You’re just gagging for someone to follow you home.”

You jumped as he slammed his hand into the wall beside your head. 

“Aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you breathed. 

So yes, you occasionally enjoyed wearing black lipstick and lingerie as streetwear, but this was New York. You could prance around Williamsburg in your birthday suit and it would still be the least interesting thing most people saw all day. 

“That’s okay,” Spider-Man said, his tone softening.  “Because I’ve been following you. Looking after you.  You just wear your heart on your sleeve–even 20 stories up I can see it.”

You struggled to wrap your mind around the scenario as adrenaline flooded your body.  Spider-Man was watching you—stalking you. He had broken into your apartment because…you wore skimpy clothes, you liked to flirt, he was worried about you? It might have been sweet if it weren’t so completely fucking crazy. 

The bedroom door creaked open with a soft meow.  

“Shit.”

Tilly padded across the room without a care in the world and began weaving in and out between Spider-Man’s feet, purring loudly.

“Hey, kitty,”  he said, crouching down to pet her.  “Aren’t you a pretty girl?  I just have to borrow your mom for a little bit.”  He picked her up gently and walked her to the doorway to set her down in the hall.  

“Then you can have her right back, I promise.”  He closed the bedroom door and turned his attention back to you.  “Cute cat.”

“She doesn’t usually take to strangers.”  You stared back at him, transfixed.  

“Oh I’m not a stranger,” he deadpanned, leaning casually on the door jamb.  “I’m Spider-Man.”

You swallowed a lump in your throat.

“This isn’t the first time you’ve been in my apartment.”  A statement, not a question.

“I like to keep an eye on the place.  Make sure everything is secure,” he said, the sweetness in his voice dissolving as he spoke.  He moved toward you, towering over you, pushing you against the wall.  “I’m trying to keep you safe.  Which would be a lot easier if you weren’t such a stupid little slut.”

You made a soft, strangled sound in the back of your throat.  Your body was shaking from nerves or something else entirely.  You knew he was strong. He could hurt you if he wanted; if you let him.  

“It’s okay,” he said, taking your hands, holding them between his.  “I’m always going to keep you safe.  You should be grateful.”

“I am,” you stuttered, placating.  “Grateful.  Really, truly grateful.”

He let go of your hands.  You squeezed your eyes shut.

“You know,” he said, sounding strained. You thought maybe he was touching himself, but you didn’t want to look.  Not yet.  “I don’t think I believe you. Maybe you should show me.”

He took your hand, guiding it between your bodies to wrap your fingers around his cock, already half-hard, making you stroke his length until he was fully erect.  

“That’s more like it.”  He took your face in his hand, guiding your gaze up to his face.  “Do you know how many guys I’ve had to beat the shit out of for looking at you sideways?  And you can’t even lock your fucking window?  I mean why bother when you’re just walking them in the front door.”

He moved his hand just under your jaw, applying gentle pressure to the sides of your neck with his fingers.  Your legs felt like jello.  The complete loss of control was frightening and exciting.  The room was spinning and you gripped him harder just to remind yourself of where you were in space.

“You’re so big and strong,” you stammered.  “I’m just so thankful to have you looking after me.  Keeping me safe.”

Spider-Man grabbed your breast through the stretchy fabric of your nightgown, pinching the nipple to hardness.  Still stroking his cock, you wrapped the fingers of your other hand around his wrist, guiding his left hand from your throat to your other breast.  

“You like that?” he said.  

You nodded, panting out a yes as he palmed both breasts with his large hands.  You bit your lower lip in concentration, massaging his cock, running your thumb up the shaft.

“I like it, too,” he said.  “Soft.  Warm.  Heavy.”  

He squeezed your breasts, pressing into you, lifting them off the crest of your belly out from under the neckline of your nightgown to pinch and pull the sensitive nipples.  A knot of pleasure and panic was tightening in your core.  You let your head fall back against the wall with a soft moan.

Spider-Man laughed.  

“Your body loves this.  Think I can get you off just by playing with your tits?”

“I don’t know,” you panted, lifting a hand to his shoulder to steady yourself.  “Maybe?”

“Maybe,” he repeated.  He brought one hand to your face, putting his thumb in your open mouth.  You wrapped your lips around it, sucking instinctively.  The fabric felt like vinyl and tasted sour, but you didn’t care.

“Atta girl,” he said proudly.  “Get on your knees.”

You sank down, grasping his thighs to support yourself as your knees practically buckled at the order.  Your head was swimming as you swiped your thumb over the head of his cock one more time before lapping at the tip and taking him into your mouth.  He held your head–not forcing it, but firm.

“Look at me,” he said.  

Your eyes flickered up to meet his gaze–or what you thought was his gaze behind the mask–as you wrapped your lips around him.  You held the base of his cock with one hand, hollowing your cheeks as your lips slid up and down the shaft.             

“That’s my good girl.”  He ran his fingers through your hair, holding you tight.  

You moved slowly, working your tongue around his girth, flicking the band of tissue on the underside of the shaft with the tip of your tongue.  

“Feels so fucking good.”  He braced himself against the wall with one hand.  “Wish you could see how pretty you look down there, choking on my cock.” 

You moaned around him, stroking your hands down his thighs, scratching at the dense fabrics of his suit with your manicured nails. You couldn’t see his face, but you could feel the muscles in his legs flex and you knew he had to be close.  You’d make him come in your mouth and it would all be over.  

Just when you thought you’d be in bed before midnight, he pulled you off of him with a pop.  You whimpered as he dragged you to your feet.  

“Not done with you yet.”  He threw you face down onto the bed, hard enough that you caught air on the bounce.  

As he ripped your panties down you tried to scramble away, but he climbed on top of you, pinning your wrists to the bed.  You could feel his erection pressing against the small of your back.

“I wanted to do this easy,” he said, grinding his hips into you.  “We could have made sweet, gentle love tonight, but no.  You had to have it rough.”

He shifted his weight over you, releasing your right wrist to slide his hand under your belly, drawing you up onto all fours.  

You gasped as he slipped two fingers into your sopping pussy, curling them upwards, probing deeper without meeting the slightest resistance. 

“You are so fucking wet for me right now,” he said, almost laughing.  He withdrew his fingers and rubbed circles on your back.  “If that’s how hot you get sucking my dick, I can’t wait to see what happens when I fuck that sweet little pussy.”

You panted–desperate for air–as he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of your ass and pulled your hair.  Your back arched, dropping your belly toward the bed, aching, needy.

“What do we have here? Somebody’s been sleeping in my bed,” he said.

A strand of webbing shot across the room. Spider-Man yanked a framed picture off your desk, catching it in mid-flight to hold in front of your face. 

“Is that him?  Is that your boyfriend?” 

“Yeah,” you stammered, just barely managing to focus on the frame. 

“What a nerd.”  Spider-Man tossed the frame onto your dresser and grabbed a fistful of your hair.  “I bet he doesn’t touch you like this.   Does he know what a filthy little minx you are?”

He pressed his face close to your ear.

“You’ve been a bad girl.”

He ran a hand down your body to grip your ass. 

“Bad girls need to be punished.  You want to be punished, don’t you?”

He pressed his face into the back of your neck and moved his hands under you, pawing at your breasts, the softness of your belly, the pad of your mons.  You moaned, grinding your ass back against his crotch.

“That’s more like it,” he murmured against your throat.  “Now what do you think I should do with you?”

“Spank me,” you whispered, tentative, unsure.  

“What was that?” He dug his fingers into the delicate flesh of your thigh.

“Spank me, Spider-Man,” you gasped.  

“That’s what I thought you said.”  He sat back, slowly running his hands down your body.

“Remember I don’t want to do this.  But dirty little cock-sucking sluts need to be punished.”

A shudder ran down your spine as you braced yourself for the pain.  The first strike landed with a jolt.  Your elbows buckled under you and you scrambled to bury your face in your pillow to muffle your cry.  Involuntary tears sprung to your eyes as the hot sting bloomed across your ass with each slap.  On the third or fourth sharp blow his hand made contact with your vulva and you shrieked, loud enough that even your downy pillow didn’t have a chance at muffling the sound.  You collapsed on the bed, panting.

“Shh, shh, shh.”  Spider-Man pressed his hand over your mouth.  He lowered himself onto the bed beside you and stroked your hair.  “It’s okay.  It’s okay, but you can’t make that kind of noise.  You want to keep playing, don’t you?”

He wiped a fat tear from your cheek and you nodded, sniffing.  He ran his fingers through the velvety wetness of your swollen labia, his fingers slipping easily inside you. 

“That’s my dreamy, creamy girl.  You liked that, didn’t you?  You want this,” he said, a low husky whisper.  “I need an answer, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” you breathed.  What else could you say?  Your body had already given its answer; how could you deny it?  

He sat up and opened the drawer of your nightstand.  “I know you’ve got condoms in here.”  

He pulled the whole drawer out of the nightstand and dumped its contents onto the bed beside you.  Much of it was mundane: Tylenol, tissues, an extra phone charger.  Plus condoms, lube, and your not insignificant collection of toys ranging from your first-ever magic bullet, a glass wand, plugs and dildos in an assortment of shapes and sizes, and a few more powerful vibrators.

“Shit, girl, you a freak.”  

He picked up a tear-drop shaped plug with a chunk of polished rose quartz set in the flared base and held it in front of your face.       

“That’s nice,” he said.  “Never seen one like this before.  You wanna give it a go?”

You whimpered.  The thought of Spider-Man spreading open your tight pucker, stuffing you, plugging you while he fucked you from behind made your whole body shake. 

“Maybe another time,” he tossed it onto the floor.  “You choose.”

He swung one leg over you and twisted your left arm behind your back.  He fanned the toys out next to your face, making sure you could see each one.

“I’m a nice guy,” he said.  “I want you to enjoy yourself.  You show me which one’s your favorite.”

Your face felt hot and flushed.  A wave of exhilaration washed over you–the prospect of being laid bare. Disregarding your self-interest, your dignity just for a moment of pleasure.  You slid your free hand across the bed, wrapping your fingers around the pink and gold Sona.  

“That’s the one,” he said, taking it from your hand and turning it over to find the power button, evidently confused by the design.  “Looks like Birdo–you ever play Super Mario?”

You shook your head, incredulous.

“Whatever floats your boat, I guess.  I like video games.  I just got a Nintendo Switch.  I could let you borrow it some time.  I bet you’d really like Animal Crossing–”  

The vibrator whirred to life, surprisingly loud.  

“Player 3 has entered the game.”

He reached between your legs, pressing the tip of the vibrator just over the hood of your clit.      

The strong vibrations pulsed through the whole structure of your clitoris, like electricity sparking and unfolding from the deepest part of your belly.  You buried your face in your pillow as the sensation built and built.  Your toes curled.  The hammock of muscle supporting your pelvis clenched hard–once, twice, maybe more–you lost count as the sensation peaked and you went limp with a long exhale.      

Spider-Man withdrew his hand, sitting back on his heels.  “Was that it?”

You nodded, humming sheepishly. 

“Well that was quick,” he observed.  “Do we keep going?”

The orgasm had washed over you hard and fast, turning your brain to mush as fresh blood rushed to your vulva, leaving the soft folds hot and swollen and desperate.  You nodded again, murmuring something acquiescent.

“Okay,” he said.  “Get that ass back up for me.”  

Spider-Man lifted your hips up off the bed, but the moment he let go, your knees slid out from under you and you crumpled back onto the bed.  He tried once more, but your legs refused to support you.

“Okay,” he sighed.  “Give me a second. I got you, girl.”

He grabbed your densest pillow and slid it under your chest to lift your upper body and wrapped both arms around your midsection.  You heard the thwip thwip of the web shooters as the long strands of web made contact with the ceiling. 

You thought he would tie them off under you to create a sling, but instead he stamped the sticky ends of the webs onto the apron of your belly, lifting the weight up and away from your pelvis.  It was a strange sensation but not uncomfortable, the lift supported across a large enough section of your belly that nothing pinched or dug into your skin while still taking the weight off your knees. 

“How’s that?”  Spider-Man asked, placing his hands on your hips to rock you from side to side. 

He slid one hand through the crevice of your ass.  His thumb pressed against your anus as he slipped his fingers inside you.  Stretching you, massaging you from the inside as he swung you in small, lazy circles. 

“Looks like it’ll hold,” he said.  “Let’s put it to the test.”

He grabbed a condom off the bed and swept the rest of your things onto the floor.        

“Don’t look at me,” he instructed, turning your head so that your gaze was facing the mattress.  “Keep your head down.”    

You guessed he pulled the mask off, at least part way, because you heard the condom wrapper tear while he still had his fingers inside you, so he must have torn it open with his teeth.  

“Stay right there,” he warned, withdrawing his hand.  “Don’t move a fucking muscle.”

Your body trembled in anticipation as he pressed the head of his thick cock against your entrance.  You whined, trying to grind back into him, needing him inside you, harder, deeper, more.  A hand came down on your already tender ass cheek not as hard as before, but enough to make you yelp.

“I said hold still,” Spider-Man warned, holding your hips firmly in place.  “First you’re going to count to ten and then I’m gonna fuck you hard.  Because that’s what you want.  That’s what you need, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” you moaned.

“Then you better start counting,” he repeated.

“One, two, three–”

“Slower.”  Another smack–more of a pat this time–and you squeaked.

“Four.  Five–”

“Don’t forget to breathe.”  He ran his hands down the arch of your back, exploring the curves of your body slowly, attentively.

“Six…seven…”     

“God you look so fuckable right now.”  

“Eight…”

“Absolutely gorgeous.”  He walked his hands up the bed, his cock pressing a little harder against your opening as he leaned over you.  You could feel your pulse beating in your groin.  You bit your lip, resisting the temptation to press back against him.

“Nine–” As you peered under your arm you could see he had dropped the silver-eyed hood onto the pillow beside you.  You felt his lips against your shoulder, placing soft kisses on your neck.  

His tongue lapped the salty sweat across your shoulder girdle.  You moaned again, luxuriating in the feeling.  He buried his face in the crook of your neck–sucking, biting, kissing–sure to leave a mark, but you were not concerned with that now.  

“That’s my baby girl,” he whispered, close to your ear.  

On your “ten” he thrust into you all at once.  You cried out at the sharp pleasure-pain of being filled hard and fast.  Each thrust felt impossibly deeper, sending ripples of pleasure and heat through your trembling, pliant body.  

With your eyes still pressed closed, you reached behind you, groping for some kind of leverage.  Your fingers tangled in short, thick hair that curled around your fingers.  Not Spider-Man anymore–if only for a moment–he was just a man, your protector.  Yours.  And you were his.  You wanted him to use you, to mark you.  You held him with his mouth against your throat.  You felt like your brain had short-circuited, your mouth hung open in a gasp.   

“Don’t stop,” you pleaded.  He moaned against your skin.  The sound and the vibration of it sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core.      

You were close to your climax, so close, you just needed a bit more to push you over the edge.  You slid one hand under your body, reaching for your clit.     

He grabbed your hand.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he tisked.  “You’re coming with just my cock in you.  Don’t care how long it takes–I’ve got all night.”

You didn’t know much about spider-based superpowers, but you didn’t doubt he had it in him.  The image that came to mind of Spider-Man pounding into you until daybreak was enough to push you over the edge.  As your muscles clenched around him, he came inside you and collapsed onto your back.  

The added weight and the sweat of your body proved too much for the impromptu sex swing as you both flopped onto the bed.  Spider-Man spent a long moment, with his face pressed against your back, holding you, breathing against you as your own pulse began to slow with the oxytocin flooding your sex-addled brain.

Finally, he stirred, pressing a hand gently over your eyes.

“Close your eyes,” he said softly.  

You nodded.  

He sat up and climbed out of bed.  You stayed on your stomach, obediently keeping your eyes shut.  You heard him go out into the bathroom–the rustling of the waste basket, the medicine cabinet opening, water running.  He came back out, set something on the nightstand beside you, and crouched down by the bed.  He ran his fingers through your hair as you held your pillow to your chest.

“Hey,” he said, barely more than a whisper.  “You good?”

You sighed and nodded; feeling still and calm.

“I got you some water.  Right here,” he said, taking your hand and placing it on the cool glass resting on the bedside table.  “Do you need me to do anything else?”

“Uh-uh,” you hummed, shaking your head. 

“Okay,” he agreed, touching your arm.  “Just take it slow.”

You heard him rummaging around on the floor, the thunk of the drawer sliding back into your nightstand, and smiled realizing he was cleaning up after himself.  

He leaned over, kissing your temple.  “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

You sighed softly, deciding to peek through heavy-lidded eyes just in time to watch him pull on the mask and slip out the window, carefully closing it behind him, becoming Spider-Man once again.

You laid in bed, spending a few moments in complete stillness, before beginning to re-introduce small movements.  You wiggled your fingers and toes, turned your head from side to side, stretched your arms and legs.  Finally, you found the strength to press yourself up to a seat. 

You took a few sips of water from the glass beside the bed.  You scanned your body–sore, but not injured–you placed your feet on the floor experimentally and pushed yourself up to standing.  A bit wobbly, but you’d had worse.  You did your best to straighten the twisted, stretched out jersey fabric of your nightgown, slipping the straps back up your arms.   

You put on your robe and went to the bathroom to use the toilet and splash some water on your face.  You really wanted a shower, but thought you’d better wait until you were more confident that your legs would hold you.  In the mirror you saw a purple bruise already blooming at the crook of your neck–ah, well–this was why God made concealer.    

As you came out of the bathroom, you noticed a familiar figure crouched on the stairs of the fire escape zig-zagging down the side of the building.  You went to the window and opened it to lean out to the alley.

“Peter, are you okay?”

“All good,” he called back, pulling the mask off over his head.  “Just catching my breath.”

“Do you want to come inside?”

He shook his head.  “I think I need a minute to cool off.”

You could see his face was flushed, he was breathing heavily.

“Mind if I sit with you?” 

Peter nodded and you took a seat on the windowsill, propping one foot up on the frame. 

“That was crazy, right?” he said, sliding down the steps to land beside you.  

“That was,” you sighed heavily.  “Fan-fucking-tastic.  I can’t feel my legs.”   

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, looking sheepish and unsure.  “I mean, not more than you wanted.”

“You were amazing,” you said, laying a hand on his arm. 

“Okay,” he sighed.  “I was worried–you screamed really loud.”  

“I was excited,” you laughed.  

“I thought we were gonna wake your neighbors,” Peter teased.  “They’d call the cops and I was going to have to explain to the 81st precinct that my girlfriend has a thing for Spider-Man so I dressed up like this to show her a good time.”

Peter took a seat on the landing and you swung your other leg over the windowsill.  He held your hands as you settled yourself down between his legs.  He wrapped his arms around you as you both gazed out across the skyline.   

“I’m made of pretty tough stuff,” you assured him.  “But I would have safeworded if I needed to.”  

“Okay, good,” he squeezed you a little tighter, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I just wanted to be sure.”

“Thank you for doing this,” you leaned back against him, craning your neck to meet his gaze.  “I had so much fun.  The whole spooky stalker thing was a really nice touch.” 

“You liked that?” he laughed.  “Could you tell I almost lost it when you were like ‘What are you doing in my bedroom?’”  You laughed at his imitation.  “I was like ‘Oh, shit.  How am I gonna play this?’”

“No, I loved it.  You did so good,” you said, squeezing his arm encouragingly.     

“I thought you were gonna slap me,” he laughed.

“I thought about it,” you said, pantomiming the gesture.  “But you said you wouldn’t be into it if I fought back.  So I had to reign it in.”

“Good,” he laughed.  “Because I would have jumped right back out the window.”  

“Well that would have been tragic,” you said.  “I know this was pretty far out of your comfort zone, but I hope you managed to enjoy yourself at least a little bit.”

“Well that was probably the best blowjob ever,” he said.  “I was pretty disappointed to have to cut that short, but–hey–I actually got you to come with just my dick, so I can check that off my bucket list.”  

You laughed.

“I do have one question though,” you said, tugging at the seams of his suit.  “This is like a jumpsuit, right.  How’d you get your dick out without taking the whole thing off?”

“Oh, sometimes I have long nights staking out a bad guy’s lair,” he explained.  “And you gotta stay hydrated, right? Otherwise your legs start cramping, but you can’t take off the suit to go to the bathroom…pee flap.  Boom.  Problem solved.”

“A pee flap?” you repeated, incredulous.  “Aren’t you worried about your dick flying out while you’re swinging around fighting crime?”

“Well, no, cause I added a snap.”

“You added a snap?  What are you, Martha Stewart?”

“Were you or were you not the one who wanted to fuck in the suit?  Don’t ask questions if you don’t want to know the answer.”     

“Yes, baby,” you laughed and ran a hand down his thigh. “You know how much I love having your massive cock inside me.  You make me feel so good.  You take such good care of me.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Peter said.  “Just don’t ask me for another round because I am exhausted.”

“I know,” you said.  “But it’ll be your turn to pick the next date night.”

You turned to look back at him, meeting his soft gaze with a mischievous grin.

“You know I know what you’re going to say, right?”  

He pouted.  “Girl on top?”

“I know you so well,” you teased.

“I’m sorry I prefer more vanilla sex, okay,” he laughed.  “I fight crime.  My back hurts.    Sometimes I just want to lay there and occasionally squish a boob.  I don’t think that’s too much to ask.”

You leaned back into him.  “I didn’t mean that,” you said.  “I love having vanilla sex with you.  I love being your girl on top.  I would do lights-off missionary for the rest of my life if it meant I could do it with you.”

Peter rested his chin on your shoulder and sighed heavily.

“You know,” you said.  “Even I had concerns how things would work out doggy style, but I was so turned on by that point my cervix basically ascended through the roof of my mouth.”  

“Well,” Peter cleared his throat.  “I aim to please.”

“Do you want to stay over tonight?” you asked.  “Take a nice, hot shower?  We can snuggle if you want, or I could give you a little back rub.”

“Yeah, that sounds nice,” he agreed.  “But just a back rub, okay?”  

“You got it.”  You smiled, stepping back through the open window.  “C’mon.”

Back inside, you could hear Tilly yowling and scratching at the door to be let in.  You opened the door for her and she ran to Peter, rubbing against his legs meowing and chirping happily.

“I swear, you’re the only one she’s like this with,” you said.

“Hey, Tilly,” he said, picking her up and hoisting her over his shoulder.  “I’m sorry I had to lock you out.  You know you can’t be in the bedroom during sexy time.  You get too excited and attack my balls.”

“That happened one time,” you laughed.

“Once was enough,” Peter glared at you, setting Tilly down on the bed.

“At least you know if I bring another man in here, she’s going to bite their balls.”

You picked up the photo on your nightstand–the two of you at the High Line posing in front of a mural.  You were smiling at the camera Peter was holding in his outstretched hand, but he was gazing back at you, pulling a face to make you laugh.  You replaced the frame in its designated spot at your desk.

“Hey, you know I didn’t mean any of that shit I said to you, right?” he said.  

“No, I know,” you assured him.  “And you know I don’t actually want a masked vigilante to break into my apartment and fuck me without enthusiastic consent, right?”

“Of course,” Peter nodded.  

“It’s just fun to pretend things are dangerous when you know it’s really safe,” you said.  “Like a roller coaster or a haunted house.  I always feel safe with you.”     

#spider-man fic #spider man x reader #peter parker x reader #oneshot #tasm!peter x reader #mcu spiderman X reader #tasm #mcu spiderman #andrew garfield #tom holland #tobey maguire

[thealtoduck]

🌈Masterlist✨

Descendants

Carlos De Vil

”He makes me laugh”

Being the son of Cher from ✨”Clueless”✨ and Carlos De Vil has a crush on you …

The Prince and the Dog… Boy

Ben

Being Elle Woods son and catching the eye of Ben…

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Scooby Doo

Fred Jones

Being part of the Scooby gang and being in love with Fred Jones…

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Glee

Sam Evans

Waiting for tonight

Valentine’s Day at Mckinley High (Part 1)

Valentine’s Day at Mckinley High (Part 2) (Smut)

Finn Hudson

Motivation

No Pairing

Original Song

Physical

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Dc comics

BatCat!Bro

BatCat!Bro Masterlist

Tim Drake x Riddler Sidekick!Male Reader

Masterlist

Jason Todd x Male Reader / Y2K Movie-ish AU

Masterlist

Batfamily (platonic)

Being the son of Killer Moth and becoming the new Spoiler…

Easy On Me

Being the nephew of Kate Kane and becoming her sidekick…

Being the son of Superwoman and being moved to another Earth…

Being adopted by Bruce Wayne…

No pairing

Becoming Black Canary’s sidekick…

Dick Grayson

Being Mera’s son and helping the team while Dick Grayson falls head over heels for you…

Being the son of Lady Blackhawk and joining the Batfamily…

BOOMBAYAH

Jason Todd

After Patrol Cuddles

Being The Huntress son and dating Jason Todd…

Being the Son of Hera and dating Jason Todd… (Crossover with PJO)

Dirty Little Secret

Jason with a ”dumb slut™” boyfriend…

All That Jazz (Smut)

Tim Drake

Being Giganta’s son and falling in love with Tim Drake…

Being Supergirl’s sidekick and falling in love with Tim Drake…

Gloves Up! (Smut)

Being Black Canary’s sidekick and Tim Drake becomes your bf…

Wally West

Being Vixen’s nephew and joining the team…

Being the son of Fire and Wally West crushing on you…

Being Zatanna’s cousin and needing help from the team + Wally falls for you…

Kyle Rayner

Your Lois Lane’s son and you become a Star Sapphire because you have crush on Kyle Rayner…

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The Hunger Games

Finnick Odair

Fluff Alphabet (Part 1)

Fluff Alphabet (Part 2)

Being from District 1 and being in the 75th Hunger Games with Finnick…

Smut Alphabet

Finnick falling for a Capitol citizen…

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Percy Jackson and the Olympians/HoO/ToA

No pairing

Being Hera’s demigod son and just being generally pissed off with everyone…

When Son of Hera met Percy Jackson…

Your a son of Aphrodite but Artemis pratically adopts you…

Percy Jackson

Being the son of Circe and sleeping with Percy Jackson…

Being Helen of Troy’s son and being ”rescued” by Percy Jackson…

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Game of Thrones/Asoiaf

Robb Stark

My Love, My Life (Smut)

Being from House Mormont and being Robb Stark’s ✨lover✨…

Robb Stark!Band AU

Summer Renaissance (Smut)

Disco-Fever (Smut)

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Marvel

Peter Parker x Male Black Cat!Reader

Masterlist

No pairing

Being Valkyrie’s son and joining the Revengers… and saving Asgard… Sort off (Part 1)

Becoming Black Widow’s sidekick and just being generally cool…

You’re Tony Stark’s actual intern but you’re also a badass…

You’re Tony’s son with super hearing…

Peter Parker

Being a psychic and going to school with Peter Parker…

Your basically a male version of Mercy from Overwatch and dating Peter Parker…

Again you are a male version of Mercy from Overwatch and your dating Peter Parker but that’s not really the focus of this story…

Okay so you are a male version of Kim Possible and you save Peter Parker…

Meeting Peter and being the oldest child in the Addams Family…

I love you (Smut)

So your basically Danny Phantom but your also part of the Avengers… + Peter Parker becomes your boyfriend…

Just some small relationship and powers headcanons for basically being Danny Phantom and part of the Avengers… (A little smut)

You’re an alien but you also have a magic car and you hook up with Spider-Man… (Smut)

Having Sandman’s superpowers and being saved by Peter Parker…

Peter’s boyfriend with the powers of Invisible Woman… (A little smut)

Drivers License

Being Peter Parker’s boyfriend and living with the iconic legends the Golden Girls… (aka: I made an iconic crossover)

Being the Nova and being frienemies with Peter Parker…

You’re basically D.va from Overwatch and you meet Peter Parker…

Being the son of Emma Frost and being in the same class as Peter Parker…

Flash Thompson

One Time Thing (Smut)

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Boy Meets World

Eric Matthews

HOLD UP!… Guys can kiss other guys?

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Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Being Ginny’s friend and Ron Weasley has a crush on you…

George Weasley

A love story with George Weasley but it was inspired by Bewitched…

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High School Musical: The Musical: The Series

Ricky Bowen

Just A Touch Of Your Love

Cheerleaders (+ EJ Caswell)

EJ Caswell

Secret Love Song

Cheerleaders (+ Ricky Bowen)

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Star Wars

No pairing

Being a mirialan jedi youngling and getting your kyber crystal…

Escaping from Jabba the Hutt and joining the Ghost Crew…

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Lab Rats

Chase Davenport

I watched disney shows from my childhood now you have to suffer for it…

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Modern Family

Luke Dunphy

Being the Dunphy’s neighbour and being Luke’s bff and crush…

Being Luke’s future husband…

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Pokémon

No pairing

Being the son of Lenora and starting in Pokémon school on Alola… + getting your first Pokémon…

#Masterlist #Master list #x male reader #x male reader fluff #x male reader smut #x male!reader #x male!reader fluff #x male!reader smut

[fanfictionwarehouse]

Foreigner, a witcher fanfiction

Chapter one

Summary: when you were just born to a family who has the gifts passed down form through their family, from the only Witcher who could procreate. In fear of the constant threats of war, they threw 2 year old you through a portal to another world. Our world. But now your old home is calling to you, and it’s taking you back.

Pairing; Geralt x reader, some jaskier x reader, possibly a Yennifer x reader??

Warnings: terrible writing.

The tv screen clicks off as the ending scene of “Call of the wild” ends. You blink away any moisture from you eyes and stand up, the familiar feeling of home sickness touching your heart.

“Relax, you just miss Europe, isn’t that where they found you?” Your friend would say. A small chuckle escapes your lips as you climb out from under your unusually sized 120 pound German Shepard. A dog your imported from Germany.

“Ugh, Mars you are way to heavy to be a lap dog” you say as you finally pry yourself from under him. He gives you some puppy eyes and looks to the leash. Walking over to the hooks on the wall, near the door you grab the black leather leash and he runs over to you, sliding all over the wooden floors.

“Okay okay okay settle down” you clip the leash on the black leather harness. He sits down in front of the door, wagging his tail as he waits for you to open.

“Oh of course now you listen” you say as he waits for the command to go outside. You wave your hand ahead and step outside into the forest in front. The only place you sorta felt like you belonged.

Mars stays by your heel as you walk around the forest. While he would be loose at your old home, you don’t trust any of the critters in the woods.

Trees pass by as time seems to change quicker and quicker until you feel like it’s a whole new season. The sharp wind gets stronger and colder, till the short sleeves and shorts were wildly inappropriate.

Then it starts snowing. The soft fluffy ice crunches under your sneakers. Fear slipping through you. “It’s suppose to be spring” you shudder.

Mars’ fur stands up on his hackles. You bring your arms to your shoulders as goosebumps sprinkle your forearms and legs. Shivers causing you to shake. Your heart rate picks up as your mind comes to terms with this and you quickly turn on your heals, running backwards hoping that some who you’ll be back where you are, out of this cursed forest.

You run for what feels like hours, adrenaline coursing through you. Mars too, running desperately with fear in his eyes. Especially with the growling noises surrounding the forest. Something you choose to ignore.

That is until you hear large and heavy footsteps, 8 of them to be exact behind you. You whip you head around to see a large spider like creature. A scream echoes around you. You turn around and push yourself further. Mars runs ahead, much faster then you. His leash still in hand, he pulls you to the ground and drags you along the forest floor at high speeds.

“Mars! Oh my god! Mars!” You scream, never feeling so much fear in your life. A large branch comes in view laying on the leaf covered floor. Mars leaps over it and your head hits it hard. Your consciousness dwindles, bringing you into darkness.

Aggressive barking wakes you up. Arguing and bickering of unfamiliar voices in the background. Blinking, you find yourself under what looks like a wolf pelt.

“What is that creature?”

“Relax jaskier, it’s just some unusual dog, he’s protecting his master”

You pull yourself up, your dog still tied to the leash but your no longer holding it. He stands in front of you, barking at the two strangers dressed in cosplay uniformed.

“Is- is their a Renaissance festival in town?” Your voice croaks. A headache booming in the back of your head. “Ugh I definitely have a concussion- Mars heal!” You speak, your voice somewhat clearer.

The two men stare at you like your speaking another language. Mars stops barking and starts licking your face and arms till your fully awake and conscious. “I’m going to need some ibuprofen— don’t let me fall asleep bud okay? Even if it could be an old wise tale” you say to your dog.

“It seems hitting her head has caused her to become mad- not that she wasn’t already, wearing clothes like that in this weather, especially men’s clothing!” The man who you presume is jaskier.

“What? I got these in the woman’s department of belks— and it’s supposed to be spring but here I go walking out of my cabin and it’s snowing!” You tell the man who just called you crazy.

“Jaskier quiet, what town are you from? I can take you home” the white haired man says, a wolf mandalion dangling from his neck.

“I didn’t walk that far, did I? What state am I in?”

“Clearly a deranged state!” Jaskier says, a lute on his back.

“Is that a ukulele? Or a travel guitar?” You ask him. Again, he stares at you like your speaking another language.

“I’ll just Uber home, where’s my phone- and I left it at home” a groan echoes from your mouth. You go to stand but your sides burn, looking down you see large scrapes along your arms, legs, and ribs. Your clothes are all ripped up as well.

“An Arachas must of caused your dog to pull you” the white haired man says, packing his bags and loading them up on a horse. “Where do you live”

“Just take me downtown, I can get myself home from there” using your dog, you pull yourself up and grab onto his leash.

“You might want to train your dog better” jaskier says.

“He is trained, in protection and in therapy so I can take him to hospitals” you reply. Jaskier once again gives you a look like you’ve grown three heads.

“Yeah sure” jaskier replies.

“Mars, attack” Mars leaps onto jaskier, knocking him into a pile of mun. “Heal” he stops and comes back over to you.

“Fine, you’ve proven your point” he grunts out. The man with the white hair ignores you two as you get to the town. You follow behind, feeling like you’ve finally found home.

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Dethorned - Jung Jaehyun NCT

Word Count: 2,219

AU!: mafia

pairing: black female! reader x mafia member! Jung Yoonoh/ Jaehyun

Note: surprise! Here’s a random mafia au I’ve been working on for a bit! I’m back but not if that makes sense. I won’t be righting regularly as I am very busy but I hope you enjoy this.

It was very bold of Min Juwon, an old man with a lot of riches and a vast empire, to hold an important gala in his own home. Admittedly, the lovely architecture of the ball room is something to be shown off. High ceilings adorned with chandeliers. A warm and bright aura radiated from a room filled with South Korea’s biggest and oldest mafia heads.

Min Juwon was an arrogant and close minded old man with way to much money on his hands. He’s brutally cut out every ally other than his men that he ruled with an iron fist. He made it well known that if you were unlucky enough to spite him then hell would come to collect a debt. Rumor had it that a mafia in the states had the misfortunate of doing business with him and was quickly taught why you don’t play with spiders.

That’s what Min Juwon called himself, a spider. He sucked the life out of anything he could get his hands on. Including those he “loved”. The only thing bustling with life was the entrance to the ballroom of his old Victorian styled mansion.

Foot soldiers walked the front of premises in rounds and tabloids tried to get glimpses inside. Trying to get a peek of what has been the talk of the town.

To the media he was just one of Korea’s finest older rich men. Who held this gala to showcase his now most prized possessions. His new wife and step daughter.

Rumors of how their beauty can only be compared to Aphrodite. Rumors of which Yukhei would not shut up about in the cramped, disguised van that was currently holding three of the members of Neo City. There are seven of them. Four on this particular mission.

Doyoung was already inside posing as a waiter, setting up small cameras, and scoping out the area. Sicheng was watching the body cam that Doyoung was wearing and letting Doyoung know of camera adjustments to make while Yoonoh and Yukhei joked around.

Their current goal is to find and exploit cracks in the Min empire façade. That and acquire a hard drive, that in which one of the spies Neocity implemented, informed them that held various plans. Yukhei’s current goal is to meet and woe Min Juwoon’s Unnamed Step Daughter.

“What do you think she looks like?” Yukhei asked, a more of a rhetorical question. The flirty boy was daydreaming.

“Well- She’s beautiful according to Doyoung.” Sicheng relayed.

Before Sicheng could finish Yukhei fumbled to look at the rows of monitors,”Where is she?!”

Sicheng swats Yukhei as he tried to listen to what Doyoung was saying before speaking up,” Yukhei. Plan has changed. You have to dress as a waiter, Doyoung is going to need a diversion.”

Yukhei was quick to object,” But why me?! “

“Doyoung says it’s because you’re loud and annoying.” Sicheng told him nonchalantly but then continued, ”Apparently, there are guards that you could take out better than Yoonoh.”

Yukhei’s face dropped into a pout,”Alright.”

“Hey! Rude!” Yoonoh argued,”What am I going to do,”

Sicheng turned to Yoonoh,” Get a suit. You’ve some investigating to do.”

Yoonoh was never the one to seduce information out people. That was usually Yukhei’s job. So while changing Yoonoh asked Yukhei some questions.

“How do I get things out of her?” Yoonoh asked.

“Be charming. “ Yukhei grumbled.

“ How do I know which one is his step daughter?” Yoonoh followed with.

Yukhei turned his head to look at him,” People compare her to the Greek Goddess of Beauty! You’ll figure it out!”

After Yoonoh changed, he smoothed talked his way into the gala. The crowd split as if they subconsciously knew they were cruelly hiding a beauty from Yoonoh that he just had to see. When he saw the warmly toned brown skin and the big smile that sparkled more than the jewelry that lay on her neck, he froze.

“Who is that?” He whispered into the microphone on his cuff as he pretended to scratch his head.

“Who?” Sicheng asked, in between flicking to camera displays trying to get to Yoonoh’s body cam.

Doyoung’s voice rang in Yoonoh’s ear, ”That’s the leader’s daughter. The best thing to do is probably talk to her.”

The indulgence of such beauty was interrupted by a loud Yukhei.

“Woah!! She is... stunning. Yoonoh! We need to switch places right now! Come on! Do you see her?” Yukhei whined and begged but, he could do that for a thousand years.

“Yes... I do see her and there is no way I’m giving you the chance.” Yoonoh dropped his hand to approach her.

As he made his way to her, he took in every detail. Each dimple and divot. Each imperfection and perfection. Her rich brown skin sparkled from delicately placed gold highlights. Her necklace was a gold chain that had a ring of diamonds with a ruby in the center. It matched not only her red cocktail dress but, also a set of earrings and rings.

Her brown eyes flicked toward Yoonoh and their eyes locked. She looked away quickly. When she looked back Yoonoh flashed a smile which she returned. Her smile sparkles more than the chandelier above them.

Her beauty truly proved the rumors to be truth. But, the only people around her were those that kept a distance from her as if they just couldn’t approach her. Like all they could do is watch.

In away, she reminded him of Psyche. A beautiful girl, said to be better looking than Aphrodite, where she was used or feared for said beauty.

But whether or not he was Eros, her savior, was another question.

Yoonoh tried to hold his confidence and repeated the word “charming” in his head.

Yoonoh gave her a smile ,” Hello Ms...”

She looked him up and down with suspicion,”Y/N ... Min. And you are Mr.? “

Yoonoh had to come up with a name on the spot, “ Jung Jaehyun.” He bowed to her.

He watched as she bowed stiffly. As if she was uncomfortable with such a thing.

Yoonoh noticed how she wasn’t very accustomed to Korean culture. Her Korean was good but, he could tell she didn’t have much practice with Native Korean speakers. She stuttered through sentences.

“Do you speak English?” He asked softly.

Y/N nodded, questioning why’d he was asking.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Yoonoh asked in English, offering her his hand.

She looked around, then to a woman who looked like an aged version of Y/N. Not that she was wrinkled. Just matured and defined. She was also wearing a red dress except it was long and she was hooked to Min Juwon’s arm. Even Y/N’s mother was a beauty to behold. The rumors were true. But, the wrinkles that seemed to be from smiling all of the time were turned into a scorned and intimidating expression. Juwon’s fangs seem to be sunken into her already.

She looked to him and softened a bit then walk passed him, she spoke loud enough for Yoonoh to hear,” Meet me in the garden.”

Yoonoh watched her walk away, taking a chance look her over. A moment, which Doyoung was quick to ruin.

He held a tray of drinks and an annoyed expression,” I really hope your eyes are on the mission not her-“

Yoonoh squinted and grabbed a bubbling drink, “Why can’t they do both?”

Doyoung glared at Yoonoh and he put his free hand up while chugging the champagne.

Yoonoh put the glass down on the tray and followed Y/N. She was already out of sight and the garden was kind of hard to find. The place was huge. So many doors. Until he found an old sunroom which led to the garden. It was a lovely area that looked like it hadn’t been used in a while. That was it. Yoonoh finally stumbled upon the garden. Over grown rose bushes and vines claiming the statues as their own.

Y/N was placed on a concrete bench that vines coiled and clung to in a way that made them like as if they were almost reaching to touch a work of art that sat near them but was just out of reach. She was surrounded by rose bushes. Truly a scene from a renaissance painting.

Yoonoh took the moment in before Y/N turned to look at him. She tapped next to her signaling for him to sit.

“I’m glad you came... I thought you would bail.” Y/N told him and when he asked why she just shrugged.

The toss of her shoulders was stiff, she knew why. She just wasn’t didn’t trust him and he understood that.

“This is a pretty garden.” Yoonoh told her as he sat.

“It’s over grown and not very taken care of...” She mumbled out looking at the roses,”I’m jealous of them.”

“Who?” He leaned closer with furrow brows.

“The roses. They’ve been left alone to thrive... Metaphorically I’ve been cut and dethorned.” She wouldn’t face Yoonoh.

Yoonoh stayed silent, in slight confusion. Until he realized. People literally treated her as and object too gorgeous to be touched and loved if it wasn’t from a far. She was being used as a prized possession to be gawked at until she wilted a way.

“Beautiful words coming from such a tortured soul.” Yoonoh responded, “Why are you so unhappy?”

“Home... I miss home. I miss my native language and where a grew up. I had friends there... I may have ended up a pawn for my family’s safety but, I was happy,” Her fingers curled around the edge of her dress as she looked down. “Juwon... is a bad bad man. To smooth things over with him...my mothers family, who are very big and important in America, offered my mother and I. He sees us as nothing more than a watch and a matching chain.”

Yoonoh put a hand on her knee and urged her to continue.

“I’ve finally learned Korean enough to have a conversation but, it’s not like I’ve had many tonight. I’m just a shiny new toy.” Her voice broke slightly.

Yoonoh understood that this was the crack that Neocity needed to exploit but, he also knew that this girl had been just something to use and throw away. He wasn’t going to do the same.

He cupped her cheek,” Y/N, I have to tell you something... I’m from an up and coming... gang. We’ve come to take something from your father and leave. A hard dive.”

Y/N stood and furrowed her brows,” You what?!”

He brought his hands up to grab her own,” I want to help you. But first I need your help.”

He watched the gears turn in her head as she chewed her lip.

Yoonoh he gently rubbed circle into the backs of her hands,” I want to get your mom and you out.”

Y/N sat down and looked into his eyes searching for a lie, searching for another betrayal but she didn’t find it. She just nodded.

“Yukhei is about to start the diversion. Yoonoh you have 3 minutes.” Doyoung’s voice interrupted Yoonoh.

A loud alarm rang followed by the sound of a rushing steps from concerned guests and the barking of orders. They both stood in a panic.

“You have to go... don’t you, Jaehyun?” Y/N looked up at him.

Yoonoh nodded,” I have two minutes about until I’m caught. But, my partners got what they came for.”

Y/N grabbed her necklace,” You’re going to need this.” She pulled on it, causing the chain to snap. She grabbed his hand and placed the necklace into his hand then closed his fingers around it.

“Y/N... I’m coming back. I’ll come save you and your mother. I’ll be back.” Yoonoh looked down at her.

“Yoonoh, we’ve got a minute left!” Yukhei’s frantic voice rang in Yoonah’s ear.

Y/N kissed Yoonoh softly, cupping his cheeks as he held her waist. It was quick, unfortunately.

“I’ll be waiting...Jaehyun.” Y/N let go of him and gave him a small smile. It quelled worry that was in the pit of Yoonoh’s stomach.

“Yoonoh! Quit bullshitting!” Yukhei exclaimed breathlessly into Yoonoh’s ear piece.

“Bring the van to the West exit of the garden.” Yoonoh instructed. He started running but turned to look at Y/N one more time.

“Go! They’re coming!” Y/N shooed him away. She sat down gracefully as if she was already rehearsing her lie. As if she had it memorized.

Yoonoh jumped the fence and before he ran to the van he saw armed men swarm the garden obviously looking for him.

One last thing caught his eye. Y/N looking up at who seemed to be the head of the group. Her brown eyes looking up at the man in shock as she shook her head and moved her hands. Her lips forming inaudible words. Her lips lying for Yoonoh. Protecting him.

But, could he return the favor? Could he fulfill his promise? He wasn’t sure. As he rode in the back of the musty old van, all he could think about was her. He left the poor bird in her cage as she awaited to be set free. Free to fly.

He had a plan. He was going to set her free.

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Super Women- The Winding Road of Portrayals of Female Heroes in the Comics

One would not be far off in assuming that we are living through a cultural sea change of the portrayal of superheroines in American Culture. After some 70 years, Wonder Woman is finally appearing in her own movie, long-time male comic avatars are being replaced with female characters, and the industry of comics itself is finally, in fits and starts, looking in the mirror and starting to reconsider the way women in the art form are represented. It’s been a long journey from the wild west days of Fantomah and Miss Fury, one that today’s blog entry seeks to briefly examine.

The Pioneers: Wonder Woman and the First Superheroines

IMAGE: Early Wonder Woman and Fantomah Representations.

Women had a tough row to hoe from the very beginning in comics. The first known superheroine characters to be published, including Fletcher Hank’s Fantomah, were certainly unique, but they were like needles in a haystack. Jon Morris (2015) writes that Fantomah might very likely be the first female superhero (p. 50). She has recently been rediscovered and brought back to some form of prominence, mostly due to the bizarre nature of her powers and her creator’s notoriety. The first major heroine, and the only one to stand the prolonged test of time, Wonder Woman, wasn’t even featured on the cover of her first appearance. Daniel Wallace recounts how she first appeared off the cover and inside All Star Comics in 1941 (p. 40, 2014). All things considered, it was a miracle she was published at all.

Conceived by William Moulton Marston for DC comics in 1941, many leaders in the field were less than thrilled with the introduction of a female hero, even as a back-up feature. Lepore (2014) notes that when the character joined the Justice Society of America following feedback from the readers, writer Gardner Fox made her a secretary and wrote her out of the action whenever possible (pp.210-211). The bizarre nature of some of the early Wonder Woman stories (anybody like bondage? Lots of bondage here) didn’t help matters. Still, they didn’t hurt much either, as Wonder Woman served as a beacon for all comic heroines to follow and was one of the few comic heroes, along with Batman and Superman, to survive the implosion of superhero comics in the early 1950s.

Wonder Woman would also have one unique trait shared by only a handful of DC characters (including Black Canary and Saturn Girl) and a larger number of Marvel Comic Heroines (The Wasp, Marvel Girl, Black Widow) for the next several decades: she wasn’t a gender-swapped clone of a male hero.

Turning Women into Girls and Swapping Genders- Silver Age Heroines

For most scholars and writers like Chris Sims, the “Silver Age” of superhero comics is generally considered the time period between the late 1950s, with the re-introduction and reformatting of the DC comics character the Flash (2016), and early 1970s that saw the renaissance of superheroes and the emergence of Marvel Comics as the first real competition DC had ever seen. This time period saw the addition of a plethora of male and female characters in the comics, but unlike Wonder Woman and others from the earlier Golden Age of comics, most of the heroines introduced here had some frustrating handicaps. The most popular heroines were either female clones of popular male heroes, like Supergirl, Mary Marvel and TWO Batgirls or were, well, labeled as “girls” instead of “women”.

The “girl” issue is a bizarre aspect of this story. Many of the new female heroes introduced in the 60s and 70s were either girl friends, fiances, or rookie partners to male heroes. Hence names like “the Invisible Girl” (later changed to “woman”), “Marvel Girl”, and the aforementioned Batgirl and Supergirl.  Characters like The Wasp and Big Barda were beaus to characters like Antman and Mister Miracle, respectively. While there was nothing intentionally “lesser” about these portrayals, it was no surprise that Desta (2017) notes that feminists like Gloria Steinem  held up the original superheroine Wonder Woman as the prime example of characters to follow.

IMAGE: The 1960s DC Comics “Clones” Super Girl and Bat Girl.

The clone concept of heroines is an ongoing trend to this day, pursued for both noble (lifting up female perspectives in popular books) and less than noble (laziness and copyright purposes) purposes. The two most famous examples were done to cash in on trends. Supergirl, first appearing in 1959 was part of a trend of making “Super” spin offs that lasted for almost two decades. Kistler (2015) relays that Superman’s cousin joined the pages graced by other “super” characters like Krypto the Super Dog. The second Batgirl (Barbara Gordon- the one you’ve heard of) was introduced in the comics after Yvonne Craig originated the role on the Batman tv show during the 60s. Daniels (1999) notes that the tv show executives actually asked DC comics to put the character into publication (p. 115). These two characters have transcended the clone stigma in the following years, but it still boggles the mind that they occupy the top three spots in terms of popularity when it comes to DC’s heroines. In terms of design, these characters were fundamentally gender-swapped versions of the male characters they were fashioned off of, with small aesthetics changes like hair color, skirts instead of pants, or slight palette variations in their colors.

IMAGE: The 1970s Marvel “Clones” Spider-Woman and She-Hulk.

Copyright issues led to the production of several clone heroines at Marvel Comics in the late 1970s. Howe (2012) relates that Marvel realized they had to control certain copyrights, so POW!, here’s a Spider Woman comic (p.193). Universal might create a female Hulk for the 70’s t.v. show that they’d own? POW! Here’s a She-Hulk comic (p. 220). While these would eventually turn into individualized characters, it would take a few decades, and about three to four iterations of Spider-Woman. Still, as you can see below one should give Marvel some credit: each iteration of Spider-Woman had a unique costume, with the second one even serving as inspiration (at least, in storyline) for the second most famous Spiderman costume.

IMAGE: The first and second characters to use the name “Spider-Woman”.

The Rough Years: Weird Anatomies, Revealing Costumes and Women in Fridges

If one had only recently gotten involved in looking at superhero comics and the way they portray women, they could be forgiven for accepting the stereotype promoted by the Simpsons of comic book fans being overweight, sarcastic shut-ins who are incapable of talking to women. The representations, especially the most popular ones, could be troubling. Some major examples include the depictions of women in the work of Frank Miller and the general artistic aesthetic of the late 1980s and early 1990s.

Frank Miller is widely regarded as one of the Godfathers of modern comics, through his revolutionary work on characters like Daredevil and Batman. Over time, some of his work has proven controversial. His portrayal of women has especially drawn controversy. In some of Miller’s stories, characters like Catwoman are turned into dominatrixes and others, like Elektra, are created to much acclaim only to be murdered as plot devices to motivate the male heroes. Daniels (1991) notes, but does not really comment on, the fact that Elektra is “killed by another criminal and died in her blind lover’s arms” (p. 190). To be fair, Miller did bring the character back to such acclaim that she has sometimes trounced Daredevil in terms of popularity. These characters are also drawn in a very sexualized manner by Miller, especially in his later work. An example of this would be the character of Carrie Kelly, a female Robin first introduced in “The Dark Knight Returns” (Miller, 1986). Portrayed as something of a tomboy in the original story, Miller draws the character accordingly. Fast forward to the early 2000’s, when Miller revisited the story in the sequel “The Dark Knight Strikes Again” (Miller, 2001). Carrie has moved from the Robin persona to one based on Catwoman, complete with skin-tight latex. The depiction is more controversial, and the case for balance or excuses for Miller is undercut by the inclusion in the story of protest leading faux superheroine strippers and a naked news anchor. Cultural change might justify the changes, but the depictions remain somewhat controversial.

IMAGE: Miller’s drawings of Carrie Kelly in the 1980s and again in the early 2000s.

It would be extremely unfair to present the example of Miller’s work as an outlier. Indeed, looking back at the comics of the time, his representations were modest. The late 80s and early 90s brought in bodybuilder bodies for male characters and hourglass, supermodel frames for women. To go through and list all of the examples would take forever and a day, so we will use the magic of images to show a brief sampler, and then focus on one particularly flamboyant and infamous example of sexualization.

IMAGE: Examples of female representation from 1980/90s superhero comics.

Illustrators like Jim Lee, Rob Leifeld, Todd McFarlane and others lead the way in stylizing characters to the extreme during this time period. A visual look at the drastic changes wrought by these trends can be seen in the Fantastic Four’s Invisible Woman (no longer a Girl). As Sanderson (2000) points out, the Invisible Woman’s designed was updated by artists over the years (p. 39). The decades passed and as we hit the 90’s, her costume goes from essentially a jumpsuit, to a body sock, to a bathing suit, complete with a cutout 4 over the bosom. This apparently was so drastic a change that it only lasted a handful of issues before converting to a more conservative dress once again. This is an extreme example, but such occurrences were everywhere.

IMAGE: Invisible Woman Costume updates over the years.

This state of affairs continued during the booms and implosion of the comics industry in the 1990s. The visual elements continue to this day, though they are not nearly as dominant as they once were. There are, of course, many, many comics getting published at any one time, and many different representations and styles going into them, but the trend was not subtle and set the stage for what would happen in the new millennium.

In 1999, comics writer Gail Simone set up a website called “Women in Refrigerators”, which kept a running tally murdered, raped, or otherwise afflicted superheroines in comics. The term references a Green Lantern story where the titular hero’s girlfriend is killed and shoved into his refrigerator. The point of the moniker was to point out the degradation that several female heroes in comics were exposed to. The fact that they were often used simply as props for the male heroes or “depowered, raped, or cut up and stuck in the refrigerator” (Simone, 1999) was pointed out vigorously, which related to how female superheroes were being represented at this time. This was a fairly revolutionary statement and website to create, and seeded the ground for debate as the 2000’s rolled in.

CHANGING TIMES and FEMALE FANS: Modern Developments

IMAGE: Modern female heroes Captain Marvel and Squirrel Girl

As we move into the present day, publishers began to wake up to the need to update how they represent women in the medium. Thanks to things like Women in Refrigerators and Gamergate, DC, Marvel, and others started presenting female heroes differently.

Examples of addressing the problems in the past interpretation of women include efforts by Marvel to replace male leads with female leads and intentionally take off monikers like “woman”, “she-”, or “girl”. As Khal (2016) notes, Wolverine, Iron Man, Thor, and most famously (and for the second time, oddly enough) Captain Marvel monikers were all passed on to women. No “girl” monikers were affixed to the new titles. Captain Marvel was actually an example of a clone character seizing the mantle of the original character, and has completely eclipsed the original space policeman who originated the name. She has proven so successful in recent years that Eisenberg (2017) reports she will be the star of the first female-lead titled Marvel Movie.

Marvel has also been actively promoting new and/or obscure characters that harken back to the rebel spirit of characters like Wonder Woman and Fantomah when they first came out. Marvel Characters like Squirrel Girl are quirky and have a distinctly millennial tilt. They are drawn in a modern style that doesn’t rely on gross exaggerations or conservative staples of the years before. These new characters and the updated usage of others have coincided with somewhat mixed reactions (Hibberd, 2017) but a much more diverse audience.

DC has been busy updating characters as well. Revolutionary takes on characters like Batgirl, who has been popular enough to spark work on a new solo film by Joss Whedon (Foutch, 2017), have similarly brought in new readers and more positive representations of female heroes. Granted, the exploding popularity of characters like the often abused and forgiving Harley Quinn, as seen by the plethora of merchandise based on her appearance in the film Suicide Squad (Amazon, 2017) can sometimes be seen as a step backward. Regardless, there has been noticeable improvement within the last 10 years.

Over time, it’s been a matter of two steps forward and one major step back for superheroines in comics, both in how they are written and how they are portrayed on the page. While it’s taken a few too many decades, it is a positive sign that so many new characters and exciting developments have been happening so recently. Hopefully this trend continues into the future.

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New Books Coming Your Way, November 14, 2017

The Mother of Black Hollywood by Jenifer Lewis 336 p.; Memoir Jenifer Lewis keeps it real in this provocative and touching memoir by a mid-western girl with a dream whose journey from poverty to Hollywood will move, shock, and inspire readers. Told in the audacious voice her fans adore, Jenifer describes a road to fame made treacherous by dysfunction and undiagnosed mental illness, including a sex addiction. Yet, supported by loving friends and strengthened by "inner soldiers," Jenifer never stopped entertaining and creating. We watch as Jenifer develops icon status stemming from a series of legendary screen roles as the sassy, yet loveable, mama or auntie. And we watch as her emotional disturbances, culminating in a breakdown while filming The Temptations movie, launch her on a continuing search for answers, love and healing. Written with no-holds-barred honesty and illustrated with sixteen-pages of color photos, this gripping memoir is filled with insights gained through a unique life that offers a universal message: “Love yourself so that love will not be a stranger when it comes.” Wild Beauty: New and Selected Poems by Ntozake Shange 288 p.; Poetry In this stirring collection of more than sixty original and selected poems in both English and Spanish, Ntozake Shange shares her utterly unique, unapologetic, and deeply emotional writing that has made her one of the most iconic literary figures of our time. With a clear, raw, and affecting voice, Shange draws from her experience as a feminist black woman in American to craft groundbreaking poetry about pain, beauty, and color. In the bestselling tradition of Rupi Kaur’s Milk and Honey, Wild Beauty is more than a poetry collection; it is an exquisite call to action for a new generation of women, people of color, feminists, and activists to follow in the author’s footsteps in the pursuit of equality and understanding. As The New York Times raves, “Ntozake Shange writes with such exquisite care and beauty that anyone can relate to her message.” Future Home of the Living God by Louise Erdrich 288 p.; Fiction The world as we know it is ending. Evolution has reversed itself, affecting every living creature on earth. Science cannot stop the world from running backwards, as woman after woman gives birth to infants that appear to be primitive species of humans. Thirty-two-year-old Cedar Hawk Songmaker, adopted daughter of a pair of big-hearted, open-minded Minneapolis liberals, is as disturbed and uncertain as the rest of America around her. But for Cedar, this change is profound and deeply personal. She is four months pregnant. Though she wants to tell the adoptive parents who raised her from infancy, Cedar first feels compelled to find her birth mother, Mary Potts, an Ojibwe living on the reservation, to understand both her and her baby’s origins. As Cedar goes back to her own biological beginnings, society around her begins to disintegrate, fueled by a swelling panic about the end of humanity. There are rumors of martial law, of Congress confining pregnant women. Of a registry, and rewards for those who turn these wanted women in. Flickering through the chaos are signs of increasing repression: a shaken Cedar witnesses a family wrenched apart when police violently drag a mother from her husband and child in a parking lot. The streets of her neighborhood have been renamed with Bible verses. A stranger answers the phone when she calls her adoptive parents, who have vanished without a trace. It will take all Cedar has to avoid the prying eyes of potential informants and keep her baby safe. The Annotated African American Folktales edited by Henry Louis Gates 752 p.; Literary collection Opening with two introductory essays and twenty seminal African tales as historical background, Gates and Tatar present nearly 150 African American stories, among them familiar Brer Rabbit classics, but also stories like “The Talking Skull” and “Witches Who Ride,” as well as out-of-print tales from the 1890s’ Southern Workman. Beginning with the figure of Anansi, the African trickster, master of improvisation—a spider who plots and weaves in scandalous ways—The Annotated African American Folktales then goes on to draw Caribbean and Creole tales into the orbit of the folkloric canon. It retrieves stories not seen since the Harlem Renaissance and brings back archival tales of “Negro folklore” that Booker T. Washington proclaimed had emanated from a “grapevine” that existed even before the American Revolution, stories brought over by slaves who had survived the Middle Passage. Furthermore, Gates and Tatar’s volume not only defines a new canon but reveals how these folktales were hijacked and misappropriated in previous incarnations, egregiously by Joel Chandler Harris, a Southern newspaperman, as well as by Walt Disney, who cannibalized and capitalized on Harris’s volumes by creating cartoon characters drawn from this African American lore. Nobody Checks the Time When They're Happy by Heekyung Eun 190 p.; Short stories No One Checks the Time When They're Happy is a collection of stories, by turns sad and funny, about the thwarted expectations of the young as they grow older. Eun Heeyung's characters are misfits who, by virtue of their bodies or their lack of social status, are left to dream of momentous changes that will never come. Unsatisfied with work, with family, and with friends, they lose themselves in diets, books, and blogs. Her work humorously but humanely depicts the loneliness and monotony found in many modern lives. Mother of All Pigs by Malu Halasa 266 p.; Fiction Hussein's illegal pork business has started to cause some headaches, and not just because of his permanent hangovers-- the town is tired of the smell, a mujahid has arrived on his doorstep, his American niece is visiting, and his sister has joined the Syrian rebel cause, but worst of all, his sow is severely depressed The Sabas family lives in a small Jordanian town that for centuries has been descended upon by all manner of invader, the latest a scourge of disconcerting Evangelical tourists. The border town relies on a blackmarket trade of clothes, trinkets , and appliances — the quality of which depends entirely on who’s fighting — but the conflict in nearby Syria has the place even more on edge than usual. Meanwhile, the Sabas home is ruled by women — Mother Fadhma, Laila, Samira, and now, Muna, a niece visiting from America for the first time — and it is brimming with regrets and desires. Clandestine pasts in love, politics, even espionage, threaten the delicate balance of order in the household, as generations clash. The family’s ostensible patriarch — Laila’s husband Hussein — enjoys no such secrets, not in his family or in town, where Hussein is known as the Levant’s only pig butcher, dealing in chops, sausages, and hams, much to the chagrin of his observant neighbors. When a long-lost soldier from Hussein's military past arrives, the Sabas clan must decide whether to protect or expose him, bringing long-simmering rivalries and injustices to the surface. Enchanting and fearless, Halasa's prose intertwines the lives of three generations of women as they navigate the often stifling, sometimes absurd realities of everyday life in the Middle East. November 10, 2017 at 11:00AM from ReadInColour.com http://ift.tt/2zzjYJa

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[lattetudes]

💫 Hi I'm Q and my studyblr is cuestudies. I'm also a fan of like marvel comics although I have a series love for a few DC characters and such. I'm really excited to see the new Spider-Man movies and also like Black Panther (even though that's like 8 months away).

hey, Q! (side note: reminds me of quinn from showtime’s homeland.. they really messed up his storyline.. anyway.. on to the blog rate ^.^) i hope you’re having a great summer! always happy to meet another marvel fan - i just love the relationships between the cast (anthony mackie + sebastian stan’s friendhhip - o h m y g o d. the chris trio, robert downey jr, any cast interviews. the way that movie / cinematic relationships can translate into long-lasting connections are so beautiful.) i’m a total marvel dork - i got hooked around 2010 - 2012 and have been completely obsessed ever since. i haven’t checked out the comics though - i should, considering that it’s the fundamental source material for many of the movies. i could talk about the movies all day - i l o v e t h e m ! i watch the interviews / cast videos a lot more than a normal human being. they always cheer me up. yes, DC has some truly great tv series - my absolute favorite is gotham, it became so addicting after the very first episode i watched (do you have any recommendations?) wonder woman (the dark knight was very good, i loved it too.) was amazing, and i think it minimized the damage that suicide squad (i liked margo robbie though) and batman + superman: the dawn of something did to the DC’s standing in the cinematic universe. (in my opinion). YES I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE THOSE MOVIES. THE HYPE FOR BLACK PANTHER IS REAL, I SAW THE TEASER ON TWITTER AND CAN’T WAIT! this is really getting long, apologies (;url : hmm / cute! / simply adorable  / hello, excellence. / outstanding icon : who? / cute! / lovely just like you / perfection mobile theme : hmm / quite pretty / beautiful / shockingly perfect / stunningdesktop theme : hmm / quite pretty / beautiful / shockingly perfect / stunning original content : couldn’t find any / good! / great! / true gems / j ‘ a d o r e. following : no(t yet) / +follow / yes! / always overall : 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10era : antiquité / moyen âge / renaissance / classicisme / lumières / romantismewriter : baudelaire / horace / voltaire / la fontaine / victor hugo title : poet / philosopher / novelist / fabulist + complimentsfirst of all, i really adore your blog theme! i think the minimalism draws more attention to the reblogs and your personal posts, which is a 100% good thing for sure. i also love how decorative your blog title is - i think the way the font is design really centralizes the reader’s attention, making the content you post stand out in a striking way. i just find it incredibly eye - catching + - i’m just so jealous of the way it looks! you really did a good job there - honestly. moreover, your description is very informative (this aspect is fundamentally important when creating a theme + it’s one of the things that draws people towards your niche), communicating a logical personality (i feel). the fact that you study human evolutionary biology sounds so interesting : i haven’t studied anything like that! your about page is simplistic, clear and to the point. when it comes to blog navigation, you’ve got it down to a science (hilarious reference intended). keep blogging and posting original content (: you’re doing great. want a blog rate / name aesthetic? 

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[thejustinmarshall]

Music is an Art for Annie Haslam and Renaissance

Interview by Danny Coleman 

“I’m 71 this year; can you believe it? I take care of myself; I never abused my voice with drugs and things. The last tour tired me out a little bit because I had to do everything myself but with Micheal Dunford gone I have to make it happen.”  

As the legendary vocalist and front woman of the progressive rock band Renaissance, Annie Haslam has seen the ups and downs of a long career which has morphed many times over since 1971. From focal point, to solo artist, to painter and now back with the reformed band once again; this siren with the five octave vocal range continues to wow audiences with her angelic voice as well as her artistic ability. 

“I started painting in 2002,” she explained with a voice as smooth as silk. “I went to art school to be a dress designer, I ever only did one painting, it was a watercolor and I thought, I don’t like this it dries too quick. I just didn’t have the desire to do anything like that even though my boyfriend at the time was a brilliant painter but I didn’t look at that because I wanted to be a fashion designer. I did photography, fabric printing, anything to do with what I was there for really; rather than just painting. Then in 2002, I was winding my solo career down, I felt like I had done as much as I could. I had taken on a couple of managers and they just didn’t work out so I thought; what am I going to do? I mean; what am I going to do? I thought well I’m good at photography, I don’t read music so I can’t teach, which was a shame because If I had learned to read and write music I could’ve taught singing. So I was a bit scared as to what I was going to do but I decided that I had to make a change and one day a voice in my head said,”It’s time to start oil painting now” and I’ve had all kind of experiences in my house while I’m painting; all good and wonderful.”  

Annie has branched out from her music career yet sees parallels in her two fields of interest. “I feel like I’m gifted. When people listen to the music, they say the same about my paintings; it does something to them, it really uplifts them, it really gets to them and if I do a commission they say,” My God, you got me in this painting” and I’m painting songs now, I can paint songs! The guitar I painted for Martin Guitar is in their museum and I’m painting electric violins apart from all of the other painting I’m doing. A Lot of my earlier works have to do with aliens, I’m definitely very much tuned into that because I believe we’re all from different planets anyway (laughs).”  

Surprisingly, Haslam wasn’t ready to become a painter and avoided diving in head first, yet was somehow unexpectedly drawn to it and has now fully embraced her skills as an artist; so much so that at times it borders on the super natural.  

“When I was painting my fourth painting, I’m not a flowery girl, never wore flowery dresses and I thought I’m not going to paint flowers but I thought; what am I supposed to be doing?  So I bought everything I needed and didn’t paint for like another two or three months and then one day I thought, well today is the day. So I picked a Tiger Lily and painted it and I was very disappointed. I bought a book on oil painting but I didn’t read it because I’m not a reader; I read one page and put it down because I couldn’t be bothered. I thought I’d rather do it wrong and work it out to do it myself, which is what I did but when I decided it was the right day; I thought oh shoot; where do I start? Do I start at the top? The bottom? The middle? (Laughs) Of course it has nothing to do with that at all, it’s  the character I get. I don’t try and do anything, it’s just like I’m being plugged into something and the paintings just appear. The third or fourth painting, I was sitting in front of my easel and about six inches in front of my eyes appeared a spider on a skein of silk. It was a really rich auburn red and I blinked and it was gone and as soon as blinked my eyes there was an overwhelming smell of pipe smoke; I knew right away that it was Vincent Van Gogh. I had already started doing the painting and it was like someone else was holding my hand; it’s very exciting and I love it.” 

Over the years and with a growing confidence, Annie has begun to cross pollinate her music and art. Several years ago at a progressive rock festival headlined by the band Yes, she put her artwork on the line against some of her peers and one well respected artist by the name of Dean, Roger Dean. 

“I recall, “Yestival” in Camden, NJ for two reasons; one musical and one artistic. I did 95 four by six inch paintings to sell there and you know, Roger Dean was there selling his work and his was extremely expensive but absolutely amazing but anyway; I sold everyone of them. I sold every single one of them, all 95. The other thing was, it was very exciting and we had to be there by nine in the morning and we had breakfast, lunch and dinner there but when we went on stage later that day, something was happening with the speakers and there was a rumbling on stage that you couldn’t hear out in the house apparently but it was a rumbling and I’m deaf in one ear so I only wear one in ear(Monitor) and it’s in my right ear and all I heard was this rumbling coming up from the stage and my voice was; oh my I sounded like I was 10 miles away. When something happens like that you somehow have to have a stiff upper lip and cover it up somehow but if you can’t hear yourself singing it’s very difficult to sing in tune (laughs).” 

Renaissance reunited within the last decade and on the surface appears to be continuously on the road but according to Haslam; such is not the case and judging by her reaction to the first show after years apart the band made the right decision. 

“Not really, we’ve played on the east coast twice a year and also have been to Europe and England but when Michael Dunford and I got the band back together in 2009; we didn’t know what was going to happen really. It was John Scher putting his faith in us again and that’s what started it all off. The first tour we did was amazing; everybody came out of the woodwork and it was like, wow! Because so many years had gone by and we hadn’t done anything, I had my solo career and been to Brazil and Japan with that and then I started my painting career and so it’s been amazing really. Because we’re a six piece band, it’s not cost effective because we lost that time and momentum of all those years and we lost promoters on the west coast, some of the older ones are still around and the younger ones don’t want to take the chance and we were always bigger on the east coast anyway; so it was very difficult for us to get to further a field. We did manage to get to England in 2015 and 2016 and that was absolutely incredible. We filmed a DVD in London at the Union Chapel, we went to Europe, we went to Germany, Holland, Belgium, Israel and Portugal as well and it looks like we might be going to Japan in September; we were there in 2010. So it seems like we’ve been doing a lot but not really, it’s not like six week tours. It’s maybe eight days in the spring and maybe six or eight in the fall and something else somewhere else. We did, “Cruise to The Edge,” which was quite exciting and we did the “Moody Blues Cruise,” which was phenomenal as well.”

 So what hasn’t the band done over its long and storied career? How about incorporating a symphonic sound? Haslam says that what started out as an experiment blossomed into more than they could’ve hoped for. “We did these shows last fall with a 10 piece orchestra, it was a test really. We did an indiegogo campaign to make it all happen and John Scher stood up for us again and booked us at Town Hall in New York and that was a big place to book for us really but it was close to a sell out. Then we did the show down here at the Keswick (Theater) and every song I did a painting for; I did it on a 12 by 24 inch canvas and we blew them up to 24 feet by 12 feet. I had to get them photographed with a special camera so that it would work and we filmed it and we’re working on the DVD right now.”  

With the experiment a success, the band is currently revisiting symphonic shows and recently performed one at the NJPAC in Newark, NJ. Once again, much of the logistical  responsibility falls on Haslam’s shoulders but she’s enlisted some good company to assist her.  

“We’re using the orchestra again, we did four shows with the orchestra the last time around. Then John Scher said that he’d like to do another show with the orchestra because he was really impressed by the show in New York which was wonderful. I basically did this all myself with the help of people who work with me and Ray Tessa who has been an incredible pianist, director, my producer and we have written songs together, he’s a very gifted man and a wonderful spirit and we did it. We had a meeting in London after the 2016 tour with the director of the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra because we’d been written to and were asked to work with them again. This was amazing because so many people want to work with them and here they were inviting us to work with them again but of course they don’t pay you, you have to pay them,” she said with a loud laugh.  “So we had the meeting to work out how we could do the Albert Hall and we made notes about everything that we’d need and the cost and the budget. It would’ve been nice if we could do more orchestra tours but it’s great because we didn’t think that we’d be doing one so quickly and this last show was in a great theater; the Victoria was beautiful. We’re probably going to be doing another one in the fall as well but of course it all comes down to money; we’ll probably make it happen. We tried it here first with a smaller orchestra and Ray gathered these incredible musicians and the blend of everyone was amazing and when they first struck up at the rehearsal I had tears in my eyes and at the first show in Connecticut I thought I was going to pass out to hear the orchestra playing with us.”  

So new chapters begin in the lives of Renaissance and Annie Haslam, proving once again that you’re never too experienced to learn or re-invent oneself when necessary. To discover more about Annie, the current tour dates and/or Renaissance; please visit www.anniehaslam.com.

Danny Coleman (Danny Coleman is a veteran musician and writer from central New Jersey. He hosts a weekly radio program entitled “Rock On Radio” airing Sunday evenings at 10 p.m. EST on multiple internet radio outlets where he features indie/original bands and solo artists.)

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[eddycurrents]

For the week of 2 April 2018

Quick Bits:

All-New Wolverine #33 marks the beginning of the end with the first part of “Old Woman Laura”. It’s mostly set-up, easing us into this future. Playing against the usual dystopian futures, Tom Taylor instead opts for a more utopian world where the heroes actually won and things are going well.

| Published by Marvel

Amazing Spider-Man #798 is fairly explosive, both literally and figuratively. Stuart Immonen, Wade Von Grawbadger, and Marte Gracia make this entire issue look incredible, showcasing the first round in this Spider-Man/Green Goblin confrontation.

| Published by Marvel

Analog #1 is a blend of hard-boiled noir and an espionage thriller by Gerry Duggan, David O’Sullivan, and Jordie Bellaire. Duggan’s dialogue and narration keep it snapping along and the art from O’Sullivan and Bellaire is a perfect mix of shadow, light, and weird angles.

| Published by Image

Astonishing X-Men #10 should be purchased just on the back of ACO’s phenomenal layouts alone. Not one single uninteresting page visually in the entire book. ACO, David Lorenzo, and Rachelle Rosenberg do an incredible job here. Thankfully, Charles Soule’s script is no drawback either. Things are getting a bit more interesting as we head towards the finale.

| Published by Marvel

Avengers #687 takes a bit of a breather as the team collects itself following the battle with the Hulk. While they deal with the fallout of the discovery of Voyager’s truth, Jarvis and Banner have a bit of a heart to heart regarding the darker nature of heroism and the name of the team itself.

| Published by Marvel

Backways #4 lays it all out there, explaining some of the history of the Backways and the threat of the Outsider. Much of it was shown in bits and pieces in earlier issues, but Justin Jordan presents it here to allow for Anna to make a choice about Sylvia. It presents an interesting quandary about love and sacrifice.

| Published by AfterShock

Betrothed #2 continues the weirdness, with the teens tossed back to Earth, where they try to make some sense of what’s going on and naked dimensional travel. There’s some humour and further development of some of the intrigue going on between the worlds as the factions prepare for another war.

| Published by AfterShock

Black Bolt #12 is the epic conclusion to the series. Saladin Ahmed and Christian Ward have managed to tell an amazing story over the course of this book, full of heroism and heart in the most unexpected of places, and this issue brings it all together for one final bow.

| Published by Marvel

Black Cloud #8 gets stranger, like a fluorescent nightmare. Great art from Greg Hinkle, Andy MacDonald, and Matt Wilson.

| Published by Image

Dejah Thoris #3 sees Dejah reunited with the green Martian she freed from her father’s prisons. For her survival and directions to the lost city she’s looking for, the green Martian offers her to play a game similar to live-action chess. It’s an interesting story development from Amy Chu and gives Pasquale Qualano another opportunity to deliver some action.

| Published by Dynamite

Doctor Star and the Kingdom of Lost Tomorrows #2 again hits Jeff Lemire’s strengths of turning the fantastic into a relatable family drama, expanding upon Doctor Star’s failure to support his family while he was off saving aliens. The art from Max Fiumara and Dave Stewart also remains top notch.

| Published by Dark Horse

Elsewhere #6 reunites Amelia and DB, while setting off their quest to find their way back home. The quest opens up for some fantastic fantastical artwork from Sumeyye Kesgin and Ron Riley.

| Published by Image

God Complex: Dogma #5 sees Seneca dealing with the augmentations that the gods gave him. It’s interesting to see science and technology as the stand-in here for magic and it continues to be a compelling way to tell this story from a modern perspective.

| Published by Image / Top Cow - Glitch

Incognegro: Renaissance #3 gives us a look into the life and situation of Bette Mignon, the actress who was at Gray’s party where Xavier was murdered.

| Published by Dark Horse / Berger Books

Iron Fist #79 continues to mine past Iron Fist (and this issue Ghost Rider) stories as Ed Brisson sets up a fight tournament for Orson Randall to save his soul. Of course, as being part of the Damnation event, it turns out not as simple as the initial outlay. Damian Couceiro’s art (with colours from Andy Troy) is again wonderful.

| Published by Marvel

Isola #1 is a beautiful piece of work. The art from Karl Kerschl and Msassyk is drop-dead gorgeous, instantly transporting the reader into a lush, beautiful world. The story, from Brenden Fletcher and Kerschl, is equally up to snuff, presenting an interesting fable of a soldier protecting her queen, who has been cursed to wear the form of a tiger.

| Published by Image

Jazz Maynard #9 sends Jazz and Teo off to Iceland to find a supposedly mystical bauble that allows you to rule the world. As they find themselves unable to keep a low profile, we get more of Jazz’s history.

| Published by Lion Forge / Magnetic Collection

Koshchei the Deathless #4 takes a twist in the tale, revealing Koshchei’s love for a witch and then his attempt at the systematic destruction of the Baba Yaga. Mike Mignola’s story continues to be enthralling, with gorgeous artwork from Ben Stenbeck and Dave Stewart.

| Published by Dark Horse

Marvel Two-in-One #5 continues with Ben and Johnny in the universe where Doom became Galactus, joining with its heroes to try to stop Doom’s final push to devour everything. Valerio Schiti really steps up his game here, delivering some artwork that is among the best of his career.

| Published by Marvel

Mech Cadet Yu #8...in spaaaaace. Greg Pak and Takeshi Miyazawa take the cadets and their mechs in to space to confront the Sharg mothership on its way to Earth. Things gets worse on land as the military continues to kill other robos to harvest their hearts to make man-made mechs.

| Published by BOOM! Studios

New Mutants: Dead Souls #2 is arguably better than the first issue, as we get the team in the furthest recesses of Russia battling a frost giant. Aside from just the structure of one-off issues being put together to make a broader narrative for the series, I also enjoy how Matthew Rosenberg is playing with traditional horror stories to do something different. Here we have the unspeakable ancient terror found in the ice, but with a Marvel twist. I still think it’s weird in relation to the X-world, but I can’t deny that it’s good. Also, the art from Adam Gorham (with colours by Michael Garland) just puts it over the top.

| Published by Marvel

Red Sonja #14 turns to the next chapter as Sonja and Wallace return to the land of the living only to discover that years have passed and Kulan Gath has ascended to supremacy over the seven cities. Like with the excursion into the dead realms, I expect that Amy Chu and Erik Burnham have some surprises up their sleeves for what’s coming.

| Published by Dynamite

Ringside #15 is a quiet goodbye to what has been an excellent series from Joe Keatinge, Nick Barber, and Simon Gough.

| Published by Image

Rogue & Gambit #4 sets up for the big finale as Rogue and Gambit battle their way through Lavish’s simulacra, absorbing the powers and memories that were stolen from them along the way. Kelly Thompson starts it off by the pair absorbing a memory from each other, giving them each a deeper understanding of the other’s perspective.

| Published by Marvel

Runaways #8 reveals the explicit plot link to the title of this arc as “Best Friends Forever” as Molly’s new friend offers her a Peter Pan solution. Rainbow Rowell also adds more depth to the idea of the Runaways as family, as Julie Power gives a different perspective. Also, Doom’s villainy. That just seems weird. Although he’s looking very stylish as designed by Kris Anka.

| Published by Marvel

Scales & Scoundrels #8 begins what I believe is a series of single-issue adventures for the time being as Luvander attempts to discover her own path. In any event, this is a perfect jumping-on point for new readers, as she stumbles across a band of mercenaries and questions change.

| Published by Image

Venomized #1 begins the third and, I believe, final chapter of Cullen Bunn’s infliction of symbiotes and poisons across the Marvel multiverse. In this first issue, we get a seeding of symbiotes amongst Marvel’s heroes, but no conversion to poisons yet. I’ll be interested to see how they get out of this mess, especially in regards to Jean Grey’s conversion during the Poison-X crossover. It’s also good to see Iban Coello back for this series.

| Published by Marvel

Other Highlights: Agent 47: Birth of the Hitman #5, Avengers: Back to Basics #3, Betty & Veronica: Vixens #5, Brilliant Trash #5, Demi-God #1, Giant Days #37, Green Hornet #2, Killer Instinct #6, Monstro Mechanica #5, Motor Crush #11, The Punisher #223, Sex Criminals #23, Spawn #284, Spider-Man #239, Star Wars #46, Thanos: The Infinity Siblings, Venom #164, The Wicked + The Divine #35, Xerxes #1

Recommended Collections: Birthright - Volume 6, Centipede - Volume 1: Game Over, Eternity, Head Lopper - Volume 2: Crimson Tower, Horizon - Volume 3, Noble - Volume 2: Never Events, Paper Girls - Volume 4, Redlands - Volume 1, Star Wars - Volume 7: Ashes of Jedha

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So, in the early Aughts I was thinking about the renaissance of comic book superhero movies. Remember when the first Spider-Man film came out? Everywhere you turned in NYC, you saw a big, billboard Spidey swinging across the the skyline. When you read a Marvel Comic and you see a throwaway billboard as Daredevil jumps across rooftops advertising an Iron Man movie, it's fun because it's comics. But it was difficult for me to think I'd be driving down the West Side Highway staring at a big old picture of Iron Man or Wonder Woman. It was almost as if Wonder Woman lives in our world, is a celebrity in herself. Imagine if those heroes...the ones we read about month after month, follow their adventures and watch their films...actually lived in this great nation of ours? As a comic book fan, wouldn't you want to visit? And after reading a lifetime of books about Galactus, The Rogues Gallery and various Crises, wouldn't you be scared to death?

That was the spark of an idea I called Action, Ohio. 

Back when I wore short pants, in the summer of Ought-Four, I was knee deep in a handful of comic books that deconstructed superhero continuity, taking characters and turning them upside down, shaking them like a martini and dropping them into a cocktail glass of fictionalized wonder. Watchmen. The Authority. Planetary. I’ve always admired writers that are able to spin new worlds, new dilemmas using history and mythology, like James Robinson's Starman, and wanted to try it myself. When I first wrote Action, Ohio, I'll readily admit that it was a cut and dried pitch for Marvel Comics. Entitled Marvel, Ohio, it gathered the Stan-Jack oeuvre and dropped them in a world where their powers weren't a gift, forcing them to face their responsibilities when the veneer Stan Lee and Jack Kirby created to hide them was shattered by the rude awakening of a group of misfits. Over the years, I struggled with the story - even going so far as to recruit a co-writer - and the themes and motivations changed, the character went through dramatic transformations but there was always the underlying fascination of comic books’ Silver Age. What I finally understood was that I was pigeonholing myself: rather than focus on Stan and Jack's contributions, I would use them to open a door to the entire Silver Age of comic books.

The concept explores what you see more and more in 21st Century superhero comic books - showcasing how superheroes or the existence thereof would affect the real world. If you discovered superhumans lived one town over, what would that do to YOUR life? How would it affect your family? The company you worked for? What if the company you worked for was a comic book company?Showcasing the Silver Age, deconstructing the heroes that changed the face of superhero comics, allowed me to look at our world through the eyes of a Barry Allen, a Steve Rogers, a Charles Xavier or Ray Palmer. It allowed me to see the wonder, the horror, the gifts and blessing of being a superhero in today's Internet Age. And hopefully the story conveyed all of that to the reader.

I’m a sucker for setting my books in the Great Lakes Region. INTIMIDATORS was set in Detroit and I’ve pitched a few titles out there that are located in Chicago and parts of Michigan. Honestly? Every book out there is either set in New York, Los Angeles or London and I sometimes wonder if it’s because, well, that’s where the writers are from.  Me, I want to shine a light on my comfort zone because apart from the pre-Crisis JLA, how many superhero books take place in Detroit? Ohio, honestly, got picked for this strip for one major reason: DULL. AS, PAINT. My wife and I take road trips from NYC to Detroit to visit family and dread that 4 hour drive across the vast emptiness that is the Buckeye State. Nothing but trees and fields as far as the eye can see. Seriously — if you’re driving across I-80 through Ohio, you’re counting the miles down as fast as you can, hoping to either get to Indiana or Michigan post-haste, or if you’re a resident you’re doing your damndest to get home. It’s just tiring, is all; a parking lot for truckers who had to stop for some shuteye because the endless void and miles of country western music stations lulled them to sleep. It’s a long, bad stretch of road that nobody wants to dawdle along… so much so that you speed past exit after exit, hoping to reach daylight or Chicago before it’s too late. So wouldn’t it be the perfect place to hide something? Especially a town?

It was Paul Salvi, our intrepid artist, who helped me understand what the story was about and how to frame it - it's a murder mystery, yes, but it's also a soul searching exploration for heroism, courage and the truth. It's about sacrificing what you want for what's right. And who among us can't relate to that? The question became...what to do with it?

In 2008, DC Comics played host to a unique initiative: Zuda Comics. There are multiple sites out there that can explain it better than I can, but at heart the idea was ‘A monthly American Idol for comics.’ Ten comics would compete each month for votes and the winner would get a webcomics contract with DC. Many of my colleagues had books with Zuda—David Gallaher, Jeremy Love and more—and so we entered Action, Ohio hoping for the best. Paul and I did all right, coming in second (we were actually in first place the morning of final count, but a last minute, well-deserved surge by Canaan Grall had Celadore win the month. But Paul and I did not get disheartened; we placed Action on the newly established webcomics hub belonging to Jim Valentino’s Shadowline Comics alongside many great comic book strips. Paul and I managed to crank out over 50 screens...but, like Todt Hill, schedules got busy and paid work beckoned. The comic book was put on hiatus and never returned.

BUT, having recently looked through the pages I wanted to offer at least the first eight screens —the Zuda Comics screens — to an audience that may never have had the chance to read them. And, like Todt Hill, it gives Action, Ohio a permanent digital home for the ages. Perhaps with time I’ll be able to post the rest (though Paul asks me to note this is early work, and it would suit him fine if they were never seen by anyone again).

I did a few interviews about the comic, if you’d like to have a read. And we had a work blog with some behind the scenes stuff.

Anyway; enjoy. And remember that with great fiction, comes great responsibility.

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