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sparkleydoggy-art · 2 years
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Inktober Day 2 - Suit
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deav0rs · 1 year
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From Incredibles 2: A Little Golden Book
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supernightboy08 · 5 months
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My favorite Black Cartoon characters:
1. Miles Morales
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2. Frozone
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3. Officer Earl
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4. Tiana
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5. Moana
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6. Belle Bottom
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7. Aisha
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Colorscripts from The Incredibles by Lou Romano
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desert-fern · 6 months
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“Honey! Where’s my supersuit?!”
Join the magic! Find the rest of the Disney!Daggers moodboard series here!
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tourneys-by-me · 4 months
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Round Three - Cryomancy (ice) 2/4
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Propaganda under the cut (beware of potential spoilers!!)
Frozone:
he's just TOO iconic. always coming in clutch and saving the day. the incredibles would be nothing without him and his ice powers
Ice King:
No propaganda :(
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winterr-w0nderland · 1 year
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Me: I don't have a favorite type of character
My favorite type of character:
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yuettsart · 1 year
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I love this family
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bedpolls · 1 month
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Please reblog for a larger sample size.
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ftvs-cm45 · 4 months
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sabistarphotos · 5 months
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February 9, 2023
Hollywood Studios, Walt Disney World
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deav0rs · 1 year
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From The Incredibles: A Little Golden Book
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hope-i-dont-choke · 2 years
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I’m betting elastagirl started out a villain, robbing banks and getting into bar fights, that was when she had the elastacycle and the Mohawk
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l-egionaire · 1 year
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Obvious question, but considering they're doing a Valentine's Day thing anyway with Sally and Jack, while not do Elastigirl instead of Frozone? Make it a couples thing? Then you could do Jack and Sally and Helen and Bob.
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ivorydragoness44 · 9 months
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Gazerbeam x Reader: Needed
Word Count: 1,318 Warnings/Notes: Enter Bomb Voyage as he explodes into a bank and keeps tossing explosives in order for the Reader not to leave in his strange little game. Cornered Reader. Scared, yet uninjured Reader. Supers fending off the supervillain. Police arresting supervillain. Angst, hurt/comfort between the existing relationship between the Reader and Simon/Gazerbeam. Summary: The Reader was running an errand when supervillain Bomb Voyage flips their day upside down. At least a trio of supers can be relied upon to save the citizens in their time of need.
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 A quick trip to the bank. A simple errand that could have been one of the most mundane of your activities for the day. It was only one check to deposit. The teller was kind, one of the few genuine smiles that you saw that day. How the rest of your day would play out was beyond your perception.  Double checking your wallet, you tucked it safely away into your bag as you made your way toward the exit. A smile begged to return to your face at the thought of your plans. However, the explosion off to your left wiped away all such thoughts.  The occupants of the building jumped and cried out in their alarm. Out from the cloud of dust and debris walked in a tall striped shirted man. Bomb Voyage.  With your heart-rate increasing, you observed his occupied state; fiddling with his equipment. Inhaling deeply, you made a mad dash to the set of doors. The outdoors looked much more enticing, and safe, than usual.  A streak of color entered your vision before the doors ahead of you sprung off their hinges, halting you.  “No, no, no,” the oddly playful accent called out.  You grimaced, wishing that he had ignored you altogether. That, and you were beginning to regret not investing more time into other languages.  But then, he chuckled. Pacing around to see your face, he laughed again and smiled.
  Your stomach sank at the sight. In the depths of your mind you could only hope that someone had already made a very important phone call. The interest he seemed to have gained upon seeing you was unnerving. Terribly so. The way his painted face twisted with his words made your skin crawl.  When he stepped closer, you stepped away. And so began a strange dance around the room. You did not want him near you, much less a no exit scenario.  His hands moved to his belt again. With quick fingers, he activated and tossed another grenade as you could only stare.  Jumping from the startling loud noise, your legs carried you one way, but then another as he tossed a second one. The reactions from the other citizens went unnoticed by you. Clearly, you were more than a little occupied at the moment to take notice. However, you felt your blood run cold when your back hit something hard. A teller booth. One of the situations you never wanted: to be cornered.  Bomb Voyage closed in, the sound of his shoes across the floor echoing in your ears. The black of his shirt and criss-cross belt on his chest appeared to blur together as you stared. Though as much as your heart pounded, there was a change. Your jaw clenched, and your fingernails pierced against your skin. Your day had been going rather well, and this crafty villain decided to try to ruin your day?  Subtly, you brought one of your legs back. If you were going to go down, he would first.  He stared down at you, saying something beyond your comprehension. When his mouth opened again, someone in the room shouted.  “Supers!”  Everyone, including Bomb Voyage, turned to look. Jogging into readied stances, stood Frozone, Mister Incredible, and Gazerbeam.  As your heart leapt at the sight, so did your knee. The unamused villainous mime buckled over with a surprised groan of pain. Scurrying away from him, you ran straight, avoiding Frozone’s ice blast.  “Great shot,” Mister Incredible complimented as you ran toward them.  “Well, he’s hunched over at the moment,” Frozone shrugged.  As you pivoted behind Gazerbeam, he likewise adjusted his footing, shielding you with his body. With your hands to his back, you peered around his shoulder. Bomb Voyage’s feet were iced to the floor. A part of you wanted to shout in victory against him, but you decided against it. You did not think that the super in front of you would appreciate you yelling into his ears, helmet or not.  However, maybe Frozone should have iced a bit more. Bomb Voyage reached for his belt again. When the explosive was in his grasp and in the supers’ sight, a red beam of light blasted it out of his hand. The explosive went off much closer than the villain had intended, staggering him.  As Mister Incredible walked over to apprehend him, you missed the rest. Your focus shifted in your sense of safety. You became hyperaware of your closeness with Gazerbeam. Under your palms, you could not recognize the material of his suit. It was unique. The texture made it feel custom made. And by the way it fit on his body, made you believe it wholeheartedly.  He was tense beneath your fingertips. At the ready. Never had you seen him in such a state, especially so close.  Sirens soon whirled outside. In a matter of moments, the officers headed indoors cautiously as they observed the scene.  “Are you all right?” Gazerbeam asked, turning around to face you. His gloved hands came up to barely touch your arms. The gentleness nearly melted you.  “A little shook up,” you nodded away the remnants of your uneasiness, “but otherwise unharmed.”  No smile came as he briefly looked around. “You should leave,” he urged, “just in case Bomb Voyage tries a failed effort to avoid arrest.”  “Okay,” you squeaked, not meaning to.  Too soon, Gazerbeam’s hands left your arms. As he turned halfway toward the ongoing scene, you waited for his signal. When Bomb Voyage’s attention pointed him in the opposite direction than the pair of you, Gazerbeam spoke up again.  “Go, now. Hurry,” he nodded toward the doors, a hand pressing the small of your back.  Nimbly, you slipped out of the bank and down the sidewalk. With your legs pushing forward with increasing speed, you never looked back.
 Your apartment, your home, your sanctuary. The relief you had when you had entered and locked the door behind you was immense.  Time had passed, and you remained waiting. Staring out the window became oddly meditative, to ease your mind from racing through what-if scenarios.  The familiar rhythm of footsteps brought you back to the present.  “Sweetheart, are you home?” A smooth voice called out softly.  Your heart leapt and the corner of your eyes began to sting. Turning, you saw Gazerbeam entering the bedroom. All too frantically, you pulled shut the thin curtain to shield yourselves from prying eyes, and ran over to him.  Removing his helmet, he placed it down on the closest surface to embrace you. He held you just as tightly. It was rare to interact with you while he was still wearing his supersuit, but that detail did not matter right now.  “Oh, Simon,” you shook in your sobs, “I was so frightened. He threw so many explosives. I didn’t know what to do.” With your face buried in his chest, you barely felt as your tears rolled down his suit. The arms that held you to him was what you savored. It was as if his arms alone held the power to keep you from breaking altogether. “Thank you for saving me.”  “You saved yourself,” he said, a single hand drawing small reassuring circles along your back. “Have to you already forgotten the way you struck him into a state of immobility to escape?” Was there a hint of a smile in his words?  You pried yourself away from him enough to see his face. “You still showed up,” you sniffled, “and for that, I am grateful.”  With eyes dancing across your face, he gave a small smile and pulled you back to him. “I’m glad I did,” Simon whispered, kissing the top of your head.  There were benefits to being romantically involved with a Super. The downside, just as any ordinary citizen came dressed up in a ridiculous suit and bottled with an attitude and a twisted sense of morality.
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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this Gazerbeam / Simon J Paladino fanfiction. If you’d like, you can check out the others on my masterlists.
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