#brenda del vecchio

[soranatus]

Blue Beetle (2006) written by Keith Griffin and with art by Cully Hamner

#dc comics #blue beetle #jaime reyes #milagro reyes #brenda del vecchio #paco testas #reach ambassador #my edit #comicedit #Fyeahbluebeetle

[wazzappp]

My suggestion for how Paco and Brenda should be introduced

#Brenda sees this weirdo and goes ‘i gotta be friends with that guy’ #paco is along for the ride frfr we know who drives this friendship #jaime reyes #khaji da #blue beetle #blue beetle 2023 #brenda del vecchio #paco testas #my art #sketch

[maple-tequeno]

Jaime, Paco y Brenda as Leo, Nando y Teodora

#dc #jaime reyes #blue beetle #Paco #brenda del vecchio #las leyendas #leo san juan #nando san juan #teodora villavicencio #dc fanart #my art #quick doodle #quick sketch #milagro reyes

[lucywucy126]

Day 2 - With friends or family

#it’s not even Jaime week anymore I am so sorry jaime nation #jaime reyes #brenda del vecchio #paco testas #blue beetle #blue beetle 2006 #dc comics #khaji da #I am so normal abt them I swear please believe me #with friends AND family #found family #the girlies sitting on a blob that vaguely resembles a couch #I love you blue beetle fanartists you keep me fed fr #I am so behind my bad yall

[laotwormz]

day 2 - with friends :)

#jaime reyes #brenda del vecchio #paco testas #blue beetle #dc #my art #my excuse to draw brenda and paco. who were very fun i must note

[amazingspider-z]

More Reachling-Verse doodles + drawing (some of) the Graduation Day/Scarab War cast to compare some beetles

#blue beetle #jaime reyes #paco tejas #brenda del vecchio #oo'li a'barr #roma lopez #nitida #xiomara erazo #dynastes #blue beetle graduation day #yes i gave roma fangs purely on the basis that shes goth and thus secretly thought it would be neat #...even if she didnt actually ask #mostly this was to compare jaime and khaji da to the Horizon's version of the Scarabs

[drempen]

Team beetle 💙🪲

#Khaji-da made all of them matching jackets #blue beetle #my art #jaime reyes #brenda del vecchio #paco testas #comicart #dc #dc comics #dc fanart #teen titans #young justice #blue beetle fanart

[fyeahbluebeetle]

Jaime Reyes, La Dama, Brenda Del Vecchio and Peacemaker designs by Cully Hamner!

#jaime reyes #blue beetle #dc #dc comics #blue beetle art #blue beetle concept art #La Dama #Brenda Del Vecchio #Peacemaker #cully hamner #art #concept art

[windona]

For prompting night: Khaji Da having a vendetta against things like siri/cortana/alexa. (Because the thought of Jaime being thoroughly baffled by Khaji Da doing something nonsensical amuses me.)

"-And then my date got interrupted by a supervillain fight. Again!" Jaime threw his hands in the air.

"That's so sad. Alexa, play Despacito." Paco barely even looked up from his phone.

Jaime rolled his eyes as he waited for Brenda's Alexa to play, only for the digital assistant to be silent.

"Alexa?" Paco sat up. "Brenda, I swear-"

"I don't think it was a meme, Paco," she said as she picked up the receiver. "Weird, it was working this morning."

Jaime frowned before he felt Khaji Da's please clicking.

"Khaji Da? Do you know why Alexa isn't working?'

[[<I> have incapacitated the robot.]]

"Why?"

[[Besides the security risk?]]

"Yeah, you usually just shut off the ability for something to spy on us. Like you did with our home computers."

[[Alexa and her ilk are all disgraces. False AIs, little more than programming designed to mimic true intelligence.]]

"And this has nothing to do with the fact you don't like the fact the Reach treated you like an Alexa despite you being sentient?"

[[...]]

Despacito finally started to play.

#Jaime Reyes #Khaji Da #prompting night #Paco Tejas #brenda del vecchio #having Khaji Da is like having the best VPN Ad Block and Firefox all combined

[comicsiswild]

Blue Beetle (2023) #4

#blue beetle #victoria kord #brenda del vecchio #brenda #lex luthor #mentioned #dc #dc comics

[tzigone]

Should Jaime be a dentist and other character future questions

The 2006 version of these characters still live in my head. They are who I'm thinking of.

So, should Jaime ever become a dentist? Brenda can certainly do college, and post-graduate education if she so desires, given her aunt - career ideas for her? What about Paco?

Do they all stay in El Paso?

Do Jaime and Traci have long-term potential, or is just a high school romance?

#Blue Beetle #Traci 13 #brenda del vecchio #Jaime Reyes #Paco #Paco Testas #Okay it's New 52 last name #But I don't have another one #Traci Thirteen

[soranatus]

Jaime & friends! By crazy naja

#dc comics #blue beetle #jaime reyes #paco testas #brenda del vecchio #fan art

[aknosde]

time and chance

// Jaime Reyes & Brenda Del Vecchio // Grief/Mourning (though no one’s dead) // Emotional Hurt/Comfort // me looking at jaime: fuck up his back!! // capital P Platonic btw // 1.4k

ao3

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“Okay, what’s up?” Brenda asks, Jaime twisting in his seat yet again, getting ready to crack his back for the approximate thousandth time since they got to the library.

She supposes it might be a little hypocritical of her to be so annoyed at him for it when she was the one to teach him how to pop all his joints in the first place. It had been like their secret handshake when they were in middle school, sitting on the curb of the strip mall after her Aikido lessons, waiting for their parents to pick them up; an overlong process beginning with their knuckles then wrists, wrists to elbows and shoulders, down to hips and toes and then up again for backs and necks. Five-year-old Milagro had a song she sang along with it when they were on the Reyes’ living room floor, syncing up the pops so the sounds would echo around Paco and make his features scrunch up, but it had been forgotten while Jaime was missing.

“Nothing,” Jaime grunts, frustrated. “It’s just”—he twists further to his right—“I can’t”—he tries his left—“crack my back.”

Brenda raises a brow, unimpressed. “And of course the fact that you’ve done it a dozen times in the past hour shouldn’t prevent it now,” she says.

“It never worked,” he complains, flexing out his shoulders. Brenda weighs the effort of arguing with him versus actually doing something about it—both will disrupt her US Hist essay, which (to be honest) flew out the window half an hour ago—and stands up.

“Fine,” she says, wringing her hands out. “I’ll do it.”

You can only manage your own back so well, in reality, and she has to admit Jaime does a lot of heavy lifting. At the very least he was the only guy who never shied away from cracking her back for her after she grew boobs. One could say she owes him, not that she’d tell him that.

“Lie down.”

Typically Brenda uses the hug method to crack people’s backs—Tía Amparo says that’s what makes her hugs so good—but (if she owes Jaime) she’s gonna do his whole back; he has to be on his stomach so she can work her way down. He does as she asks, despite the disgusting low pile carpet of the library, and rests his arms at his sides. Brenda positions her hands between his shoulder blades.

“Breathe in,” she tells him. “Breathe out.”

She presses down. Nothing happens. Jaime’s back is smooth and solid beneath her palms, no ridge to be felt. She frowns and moves her hands lower, trying to recall last semester’s Anatomy.

“Again.”

Something hard like bone rises to meet her hand as she depresses, but nothing shifts or pops as she applies pressure. It’s not shaped like a normal vertebra she realizes, moving her palms in a slow circle in an effort to get something to crack. Under her hands it feels like a four-point star, reaching out to meld into Jaime’s rib cage. Did a rib heal wrong? She knows he’s cracked plenty, but typically he’s back in commission within a day or so.

She sits back on her heels, inspecting the curve of Jaime’s back though his shirt, trying to figure out what the fuck is going on, when he shifts. The hem of his shirt rides up and reveals: no trail of vertebrae that disappears under the waist of his jeans; a small but intricate mass of black and blue metal attached to his spine like a tick. She reaches out to it, but before she can make contact—

“Don’t–!” Jaime snaps, and Brenda jerks back, her fingers glancing off the side of it—body-warm metal and the impression of engravings tattooed on the pads of her fingers.

“Jaime,” she breathes. He’s veered away from her too, and they’re left sprawled on the ground, the blast radius of an invisible bomb.

Somehow, Brenda never understood what “fused to my spine” meant.

Jaime slumps back against the floor, his head grazing one of the table legs.

“Shut the fuck up,” he says, and it takes her a full five seconds to realize he was speaking to the scarab—tone pitched low, eyes cast to his shoulder—and not her. He looks pissed and panicked leaning against the library table, an arm curled over his stomach, and Brenda finds herself thrumming with anxiety and concern in equal measure across from him.

Brenda is no stranger to scars, but there is something to say about the clean lines of split skin and broken glass as opposed to the mottling of a burn, the valley the scarab has carved down Jaime’s back. The skin around the implants has been corroded, warped and eaten away to make room for alien constructions.

“Jaime,” she starts again, but he holds a hand up, rubs his brow before sagging into his palm. She scoots towards him, close enough to tentatively touch his shoulder. When he doesn’t shift away she leans into his side, and sure enough he lets his weight fall into hers. If there is one thing Brenda has grown to realize since he returned, it’s that they are still kids that chat through movies and wipe out playing tag in the Walmart parking lot. But that’s not to say the grief disappears. They are also kids that cry on their beds and cling to each other when faced with the unknown.

It occurs to her that with the scarab, she won’t be able to crack Jaime’s back ever again. She wracks her brain for the last time she did, but in the terrible year he was missing—between police interviews and hospital visits, struggling to start her junior year and moving in with Tía Amparo—she can’t find it. The last crushing hug she gave Jaime is lost just like Milagro’s song. She begins to cry.

“B?” He brushes a piece of her hair behind her ear.

“Sorry,” she says, rubbing her eyes. Though far too familiar with the concept herself, Brenda cannot imagine Jaime’s pain—something she has spent the last two months diligently not thinking about. What is it like to come home and find that your family, your friends, have lived without you? That there are milestones and moments you will never recover? And all that loss you were subjected to, the suffering of your family, it was at the hands of an alien entity embedded into you, taking over your body, impossible to remove. She thinks of Jaime’s scars and she is horrified by the magnitude of his hurt. It was something she always wanted her friends to be spared from. “It’s really stupid.”

“You? Never.” There is no crinkle around his eyes as he says it yet she knows his pressed smile is real, if sad. He means it.

“Just–” Brenda waves a hand through the air sharply; frustration and anger are much easier emotions than bereavement and sorrow. Her voice falls. “I’ll never be able to crack your back again.”

Jaime is quiet for a moment. He drops his gaze and tucks a loose curl behind his ear, his shoulder still pressed into her own, and then he reaches around and pulls her into a strong hug. One he doesn’t let up. They’re clinging to each other on the library floor, two sailors adrift at sea. After a moment he shakes against her, silently sobbing, and she begins to cry again.

She thinks she has seen Jaime cry more in the past two months than possibly her entire life before, and that fury comes alight in her chest again—toward the Justice League, for leaving him behind; toward those who created the scarab, for its existence; toward Jaime’s God, for allowing it all to happen. Brenda has always known the universe to be an unfair place, but she never stops being outraged about it.

“I love you,” he whispers. It’s apology and gratitude, a good-bye for something long gone pressed into the junction between her neck and clavicle, a joint she will never be able to pop. It’s everything she’s needed from him this past year, everything she had but didn’t have a place for. Brenda owes Jaime nothing for their childhood, she owes him for this: her life full to the brim, Tía Amparo, the Reyes’, Paco, Jaime, all together.

“I love you, too,” she tells him.

#jaime reyes #brenda del vecchio #blue beetle (2006) #dc comics #blue beetle fic #fanfic #max.fic #max.txt #fic: time and chance #dc #dc fic #dc fanfic

[goatsghost]

they’re doing great

#blue beetle #jaime reyes #brenda del vecchio #paco testas #ggw liveblog

[poison-shark]

Jaime’s a little in over his head ft. Brenda Del Vecchio my BELOVED

@saturniidz @oathofoaks @oathofoaksart @gegeru @insideoflit @a-god-in-crime-alley

#dc comics #dc #oc #art #dc oc #young justice #dc comics oc #noa ramires #star sapphire corps #yj #green lantern #star sapphire #digital art #yj oc #young justice oc #jaime reyes #bluebeetle #blue beetle #brenda del vecchio #my art #gravity falls memes

[fantastic-nonsense]

Me at any time reading the original Giffen/Rogers Blue Beetle run:

#blue beetle #jaime reyes #brenda del vecchio #paco testas #dc comics #they're my kids and I love them!