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theeblackmedusa · 1 year

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great mistakes 4/7 {attoye}

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 5

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summary: "you cannot be wise and in love at the same time."

pairing: okoye x attuma

warnings: violent description, the lovers are quarreling

a/n: i'm sorry for the length of this chapter, but chapter 3 was incredibly short

"What could be the meaning of this?" the Talokan king's sarcastically laced voice came as he entered the throne room with Namora, Attuma, and four others surrounding him.

M'Baku and Shuri stood as they approached, M'Baku not amused by the king's sarcastic tone. It had been Shuri's idea to start defending before Talokan had the opportunity to strike, but M'Baku knew the risks of starting another war with them, suggesting a meeting instead. Everyone knew that Wakanda could not take anymore losses, nor could Shuri.

Namor nodded at Shuri's silence and flicked his eyes over to M'Baku, who was just as quiet.

"It was done by one of your people," Namor stated, confident in his accusation. "The technique of the cuts are specific to Wakanda."

"And this gives you the right to kill an innocent man due to one mishap?" Shuri questioned gravely.

It was obvious that the young woman still had to navigate her role as a peace-holder between the two nations, but the council depended on the hope that Namor held enough of a soft spot for the princess to go easy on her and as well as Wakanda.

"Our man was innocent, was he not?"

Shuri opened her mouth to respond, but M'Baku's patience had grown thin.

"You know that your man died by Wakandan hands and we know that our's died by yours. What do you want?" he questioned, tone commanding yet trying to refrain from sounding as he was threatening the powerful king before him.

"Bring me the murderer," Namor requested sternly. "I will kill them myself and all will be settled between us."

Shuri shot a glance at M'Baku and shook her head.

"We cannot do that," she told him. "There must be another way, yes?"

"No," he responded, standing solidly on his request.

"We will bring you the killer," M'Baku agreed, earning a retort from the princess.

"M'Baku-"

"I am king!" he interrupted. "It is my decision and I say that we will hand the killer over."

Namor nodded, satisfied.

"Good," he replied. "Deliver them at the shore at sunrise, and work out the problems in your power balance. I cannot have my allies so unorganized. It makes us weak."

The king left the room with Namora hot on his trail, Attuma following last.

Shuri glanced at Okoye, worry written all over her face, which Okoye would be sure to ask about later.

"Princess, you must understand my decision to-"

Shuri was not listening as she had already begun making her way out of the room and to her lab, hurrying to get there.

"Go," Okoye told Aneka, who followed the princess immediately.

She gave a look to M'Baku, wondering what they knew, but she knew very well that M'Baku would not disclose any information before he decided that he was prepared to. Her best bet would be to confront Shuri.

Okoye left the room and moved quickly, knowing that if she could make it to Shuri's lab quick enough, a certain blue man wouldn't be able to reach her. She'd learned that he had a habit of picking out exactly where she was and she could not stand to be near him. She wasn't sure if it was because she couldn't stand herself for trusting him in the first place or if she just couldn't stand him for deceiving her.

Her attempt was in vain because, of course, he'd managed to break away long enough to find her. All it had taken was telling K'uk'ulkan's that he wanted to observe more of the palace to learn the layout in the event that the Wakandans did not obey K'uk'ulkan's wishes to hand over the murderer.

"Okoye!" he called after her, attempting to keep his voice at a whisper. "Okoye!"

He was rounding corners right behind her, internally pleading that she would give him just a moment, some time to assure her that he was unaware of K'uk'ulkan's intentions. She kept walking, ignoring his pleas to speak with her. When he finally caught up with her, he grabbed her arm and spun her to look at him. She scoffed at him for grabbing her and at herself for letting herself get caught.

"You ran," he commented, pulling her close enough so that he wouldn't have to speak loudly. She scoffed at him and jerked her arm from his grip, pointing an accusing finger.

"You said you did not know. I asked you and you said that you did not know what was happening," she began, keeping her voice at as much of a whisper as she could. "Yet, you are off killing Wakandans in the early morning!"

"You know that I would never kill you, do you not? Why did you run?"

She gave him an exasperated laugh, backing away from him. He took a step forward with her.

"Attuma, you do not get to choose which ones of us you get to slaughter in your waging of war! By killing one, you have killed a part of all of us."

"Okoye, you must listen to me," he tried to reason, his hand reaching out once more to take her wrist. Attuma grabbed her other wrist as well for extra precaution in case she attempted to strike him. "I did not lie to you."

She wanted to believe him. For just a split second, she thought he might have been telling her the truth, but that's what had gotten her in this predicament in the first place. Okoye pulled away from him as hard as possible, but his grip only tightened around her.

"No," she said softly. Maybe it was more for herself than it was meant for him, a reminder not to let him get into her head again.

He sighed, suddenly crowding her space as his hands came up to cup her face. She shook her head, trying not to let the feeling of his warmth seep into her mind and cloud her judgement again, but it was becoming ever difficult as his thumb traced over her lip and threatened to make her change her mind in just a short moment.

"You have to know that I would never, I could never hurt you, Okoye," he breathed softly. "You ran. You did not fight me, Okoye. You did not wish to harm me in the way that I wished not to harm you."

"You expected me to take on the three of you alone? My escape was for my life, not an assurance that I hold a soft spot for you in my heart," she ensured, taking an invisible dagger and pushing it through his heart.

She hadn't really put any thought into why she hadn't tried to fight him, if it was to ensure she lived if Namora or Namor came to assist him or if it was because if she decided to fight him right then, she would probably do her best to harm or even kill him for his betrayal. Maybe it was a bit of both.

A throat clearing pulled them from their temporary daze. Okoye backed away from him, turning to find Aneka at the end of the hallway without a bit of surprise on her face. Attuma wondered for a split second what Okoye had told her, but wasn't allowed the chance to ask as she was already breaking away from him and walking off. Attuma let her go, finding an ounce of relief in the fact that if she'd truly wanted to harm him like he'd thought, she would have never let him grab her the way he had. He inhaled deeply as he watched her leave, wishing he could rip his own heart from his chest to make himself stop fantasizing of the possibility of reconciling with her on the brink of a war between their nations. Never in his life had he felt the need to justify his actions to anyone other than the gods, never valued the judgement that fell on him from others. But, here was Okoye, present in his every thought since they'd met.

Aneka walked until she was directly in front of him.

"She is not the woman that you scorn, warrior. Have you not taken enough from her?" she bit, poking Attuma right at his guilty conscience. "Do not test your luck with her because it will soon run out. I'm sure that by now you know how she deals with the men that betray her."

Aneka caught up to Okoye, not prodding as they walked the rest of the way to Shuri's lab. She'd figured he was fond of her, figured that there was emotion between the pair, but she was unsure of how she never connected the dots of a relationship.

"What do you want to know?" Okoye sighed finally as she could feel the questions running through Aneka's mind.

Aneka stayed silent for a moment, trying to decide what she wanted to know first. There was plenty that she wanted to know. Ayo always called her nosey, but she felt that she had the right to be this time. She wanted to know how, when, all of it.

She remembered the facade that she and Ayo had put on only a few years before in fear of retaliation from Okoye. She found it ironic that they'd feared her reaction so much only to have her tell them she'd known from the beginning, and now, Okoye was in a similar situation. She settled for something simpler that wouldn't put Okoye more on the edge than she already was.

"I take it that he is more than just a sparring partner?" Aneka inquired knowingly.

Okoye gave her a wry smile but didn't deny it, knowing it was no use to try and slip one past the so observant Aneka. She knew Aneka had already put the puzzle pieces together.

"Do not worry. I will not let Ayo know of your involvement with the Talokanil," Aneka laughed lightly. "It is over, yes?"

Okoye nodded in response, not being able to help the regretful feeling inside of her. She wasn't sure what it was that she was regretting. Was she upset that she had involved herself with Attuma or not allowed him the opportunity to explain himself? She had no time to figure it out now. Based on Shuri's reactions in the throne room, their nations were going to war, and she needed to push all thoughts of him out.

Aneka noticed Okoye's solemn nature and sighed, placing a supportive hand on her shoulder.

"We have to work on your taste in men, my friend," she joked, getting a soft smile out of Okoye. "Why is it always Wakandan enemies?"

Okoye shrugged nonchalantly before sighing.

"Because they always look the best," she teased back, placing a hand over Aneka's before they approached the lab, the doors sliding open to let them in.

They stepped in and their eyes immediately found Shuri, who was pacing in thought, obviously trying to work through Wakanda's current situation.

"Princess, we must find out who killed the Talokanil," Okoye spoke softly, hoping not to alert Shuri as the two warriors could see her heightened anxiety.

The young princess stopped her pacing, acknowledging the women's presence. She inhaled deeply and flickered her eyes between the two in thought. Aneka frowned, brows furrowing as she realized that the princess knew something. Shuri always at least had an idea of everything that was happening around her, and if she didn't already know the entirety of a situation, she would always find out the rest and click pieces together. She exhaled before speaking.

"What I say is confidential. Your absolute secrecy is required," she told them, knowing she could trust them but still eyeing them both to prove the importance of their discretion.

The two women nodded, silently swearing themselves to secrecy and the princess finally spoke.

"I know who killed the Talokanil," she admitted. "I have known since it occurred and I have known that a war was on the horizon."

Shuri walked to one of her monitors, typing a password into the keyboard. A moment passed and a wall was sliding open, revealing a small hallway with a door on the end.

"You have secret rooms in here?" Aneka asked, always managing to be amazed by the constant surprises in Shuri's lab.

The princess shrugged.

"I have secret rooms everywhere, Aneka."

The trio of women walked into the hallway, the wall closing quietly behind them before Shuri lightly knocked on the door. Light footsteps were heard before the door cracked open slowly.

"Thandiwe, it is me," Shuri greeted softly and the door opened the rest of the way, revealing a petite woman with a young boy hiding behind her legs. The boy couldn't have been any older than six, a mixture of fear and amazement in his eyes as he looked at the warriors in front of him. Every Wakandan child of his generation knew of Aneka and especially Okoye, and now they were standing in front of him. With everything going on, he couldn't help the small bit of excitement that filled him at the sight of them. It made him feel like a kid, which was exactly how he was meant to feel.

Aneka's eyebrow raised as had a hard time believing that such a small woman could manage to kill anybody, let alone a Talokanil. She opened her mouth to speak, but Okoye shot her a knowing glare before she could get a word out. As smart as Aneka was, holding her tongue came very difficult to her, which was something Okoye was constantly trying to mediate when she was general.

"Don't," she mouthed as if she could read Aneka's mind.

"This is Thandwie," Shuri introduced, voice quiet to not scare the already frightened woman before them. "She was protecting her son, Sifso, and killed the Talokanil man in the process. She has been here in my lab since I found her with the body. I am protecting her."

"Protecting her from what?" Aneka questioned, worry growing within her the more that Shuri spoke.

"M'Baku wants to hand her over to Namor," she replied, looking gravely at Aneka. "And, Ayo agrees. She has been hunting her like a lion on its prey."

Okoye and Aneka shared a look, knowing that if Ayo was tracking her, it was only a matter of time before she would be found. Ayo's tracking was so incredibly accurate that Okoye made sure she was always the one that was sent on missions to find people. With Ayo on her tail, Thandwie was in immense danger.

"Shuri, what is your plan?" Okoye inquired. "If Namor does not get his hands on her, Wakanda will fall victim to another one of his merciless attacks."

"More Angels," she responded. "To infiltrate Talokan before they can infiltrate us."

Aneka's brow raised in shock. She was under Ayo's command, who was under the command of the thone. If she were to go against, Ayo would heave her head.

"Do not worry, Aneka," Shuri ensured. "You are a Dora, but Okoye is not. I am technically no longer royalty, currently a princess by title."

Aneka exhaled at the revelation that she would not have to challenge Ayo's authority.

"Okoye, if I can make enough Angel suits, it will be enough to go against Talokan. Riri and I are already working on new nanotechnology for them, but I need you to bring in recruits."

"Shuri, what you are suggesting is-"

"Treason, yes, I know. But, it is for the good of Wakanda," she clarified. "The Midnight Angels will not be loyal to a throne that can easily turn over its citizens to be killed when there have to be other options."

Okoye shook her head warily.

"There may not be another option, princess. You heard Namor."

"M'Baku is yielding far too easily and putting Wakanda's core values at risk. My brother wanted to help those who could not help themselves and as Black Panther, I cannot stand down and not do the same. Namor has yielded to me and compromised before. He could do the same now," she insisted, eyes pleading for Okoye's assistance.

Shuri could make all the designs she wanted, but she knew Okoye was still the one with influence. If anyone could bring in the number of recruits needed, it would be her. She was still known as Wakanda's best and her influence was still untouchable. Okoye softened, deciding that she no longer had much to lose if the plan failed.

"Okay," she breathed before glancing to Aneka. "But, Aneka was not here. She is unaware of this plan and shall not be punished if it backfires."

Shuri nodded in agreement and the three women inhaled, all turning their eyes toward Thandwie. Tears began to flow from the woman's eyes as she thanked them for her protection as well as the protection of her Sifso, who's fear had started to sink as he realized that he was under the protection of Wakanda's three greatest warriors.

As the three of them outlined their plan, Sifso took a few steps around the lab before becoming engrossed in it, observing the diagrams and models all around him, knowing better than to touch anything. Okoye glanced at him every now and then, heart breaking at his innocence. She wished that he could have it forever, but she knew that that could not be the case. She sighed, trying to turn her attention back to their plot to commit treason against the throne instead of letting her mind drift back to Attuma. It was useless. She was unable to get her mind off of him and the dream of a life with him. Okoye was not dumb, she knew it was most likely never meant for them to reconcile and build a life and a family together due to their impossible circumstance, but she couldn't help imagining a life with him and smaller versions of the two of them pattering around their home. If only, she thought before pushing the thoughts away.

The women spent hours in the lab before turning in, a suggestion from Aneka so that they could think it through clearly the next day.

Okoye went home and ended up spending the night alone again. Despite her daydreams, she convinced herself that she didn’t want him there, and she was sure he wouldn’t have come even if she did. Not after the way she'd dismissed him in the palace. She took the extra precaution of stationing M20 just a few yards away from her back door, sure that if Attuma had been startled by a small goat, a rhinoceros would do more than enough to keep him at bay. While it was enough to stop him from making his way to her door, it wasn't quite enough to keep him from showing up to check on her throughout the night. He'd gotten used to having her with him through the night, knowing that nothing could get to her when he was right beside her, arm lazily draped over her waist as she took advantage of the temporary peace she'd get when sleeping. Once he figured all was well, he left her property, heart sinking uncontrollably from missing her.

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sharonrb · 1 year

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Okoye x Attuma: For the Love of You pt 8

Warning: explicit sex scene, oral sex

Chapter Fifteen

With much protest, Attuma was able to get Okoye to laid down and rest. He had promised Shuri, he would do so. He stood over her as she slept, no sooner than her head hit the pillow she drifted off. He left her to explore what he would be calling his home, wife his wife. His wife, had a new meaning for him. To him, it meant; no more loneliness. He was by himself in this world, and literally, neither was she, as they were bound to each other; mind, body, and spiritually.

He went outside and stood on the porch, taking this opportunity to get a true layout of the land. He searched for Mbandi, but saw she was nowhere around. But other rhinos were scattered about grazing in the fields. He was glad to be away from the chaos, and enjoy the tranquility of the surroundings of this place.

He went back inside and to Okoye, removing everything but his rebreather apparatus. Then laid next to her, while instinctively she snuggled close to him, with her head on his bare chest. He couldn’t help but smile, overjoyed with finally being there with her. He kissed her softly on the forehead, thinking of when they are able to mate, it will make it that more gratifying.

Then he remembered something Namor had said about Namora being gone. That wasn’t like her to desert Namor, unless she got a glimpse of the monster he ha tried to warn her, Namor is. That would probably be the thing that would send her away. But, he couldn’t help to worry about her out there alone.

“Where are you, Sister?” He expressed to himself.

“What you say, my love?” Okoye asked, hearing him whispering something. He looked down at her, staring up at him.

“Now my wife,” he lied. “Go back to sleep and rest.” Her eyes opened wider and looked him in his eyes, and saw his concern about something.

“Please, my love,” she partially raised up to get a better look at his face. “Let’s not ever withhold anything from each other. Your pain is mine, your joy is mine, and your concerns, are ours. What is bothering you?” He looked at her and wondered if he could love her anymore as he did at this moment.

“Just something that bothered me, something Namor said while we fought.” He told her.

“Is there not anything he says, that won’t be a bother?” She adjusted herself further up him.

“Yes, but this time it alarmed me,” he wrapped an arm about her, as she had move a little up aligned with his shoulder. He begin to massage her shoulder, while thinking. She rested her had on his midsection, and realized it was bare, then she moved it down further, touching his thigh. Her eyes widen, discovering he was next to her in the nude. Oh, for Bast sake, she thought to herself.

“What did he say, that has you so concerned?” She inquired, trying to distract the fact, this magnificent man, who happens to be hers; was laying next to her displaying everything. that could give her the most time of her life.

“Namora,” he revealed. “She is gone.” Attuma never noticed where her hand had rested, still in his thoughts about Namora. , he didn’t pay attention, that her hand had crept into his over his manhood, since he slept in the nude.

“Gone? Where?” She asked, as her hand crept a little closer to his manhood to get a full idea, with what she could look forward to.

“I don’t know, and I am worried about her,” he told her, then realizing where her hand had touched him. He let out a groan and stared at her surprised. “What are you doing?” She gave him a grin. Her hands were working magic, he forgot about the conversation and flipped her over unto her back. “I wanted you to get your strength back so you can enjoy our mating.

“I don’t want to wait,” she gazed into his eyes, wanting him. He looked at her, and saw she was pleading, and that is not what he ever wants her to do.

“But I made a promise to Shut I not to allow you to over exert yourself,” he reminded her.

“Shuri and you have to understand,” she said. “I am not as fragile as either of you think. Besides, you should know how to do this without any exertion on my part. Can you?” She gazed into his eyes, searching for an answer. She found it as this interesting smile came over his face.

”Hmm” is all she could respond.

“I will give you what you desire, me,” he said to her. “But enough for you to rest, my wife.” With that being said, he leaned in and covered her mouth with his own, kissing her with passion she had ever know. Their dream state kisses couldn’t prepare her for what real time would play out before her.

She didn’t take in consideration; super human’s making love, is not the same as regular human’s lovemaking. Every kiss, every touch, and every joining together will be more intense. So, she wasn’t ready for him, and his unbounding affection; he was about to unleash on her. Even though, it will only be a sample of what’s to come.

Okoye moaned into his mouth, his hands moved above her breasts, a tingling flowed into one, then to the other. He raised his head disconnecting their lips, and kissed cheek, then her chin, her neck and to her breast, as his hands made their journey down her body, sending a sensation through it.

His long tongue moved over one breast, then to the other; causing her nipples to rise up. She groaned, and maybe uttered his name once or twice. This excited him more, knowing he was pleasing her. He did this thing with his tongue, that made her body shuddered.

His hand had reached its destination and moved over her clit, causing her to shift her hips slightly, he caught that and decided to play there some more. He was studying what aroused her and gave her the most pleasure, and made a mental note. She groaned with feeling his hand gently massaging the area, doing tricks she had never experienced. She moved her legs further apart, as his finger traveled into her touching everything he moved across, and taking his time.

She felt an interesting sensation light her up down there, her hips bucked when he lifted them to easy access and begin to kiss her as he had on her lips. She may have squealed, or more like screamed, an oh Attuma; or something in that manner. His tongue did anything and everything to make her call out, one way or another. He found her doing this, fueled him on.

He tasted of the sweet juices that flowed from her, persuading him to give her more. He was like a hungry beast, ravishing its prey; sending shockwaves through her body and shaking her very core. she realized how much her body had been taking to new height, and was releasing an overflow of herself.

Attuma drank intoxicated from her sensual fluids, now flowing freely. He was like a vacuum, sucking in anything that touched his lips. Again, she called to him out him; to stop, or continue. Hell, she didn’t know, she was going out of her mind. He was as prestigious in his skills, as he exhibited that night on the bridge; focus and precise.

Maybe he was right, and she should have regained more of her strength. But damn, if this is him being gentle; what will it be like, when he gives it his all? She continued releasing herself, not able to control it; his tongued lapped up the remaining residue. Her body went limp, and he came over her; placing himself adjacent to her, and between her legs.

He slowly moved his hips, as if swimming in the ocean, and joined them as one. He lifted her into his arms cradled her head in his one hand, kissing her tenderly. He knew she was exhausted and needed to end it, but he had to finish what had been started. His kiss was so relaxing, and soothing; her body received him as he inched his way into her, stretching her inner walls to their limits. It was pleasure without pain, they fit together like a glove to a hand.

He made her feel so loved and adored; he was all she would ever need. He severed the kiss, gazing into her eyes, and saw he had done his job. He released himself into her, giving all his fervor within him and into her. He felt so warm sliding along her smooth tissue, she countered with her own. He rolled over unto his back, and brought her on top of him. She laid on him listless, his arms holding her in place. He gingerly kissed the top of her head.

“If this is the vibe,” her voice barely a whisper. “It was exhilarating.”

“I did not vibe us, yet,” he informed her. She slightly lifted her head upwards to stare him in the face.

“What?” she questioned. “Not the vibe? Then what would call it?”

“You would not have withstood it. I just did what you call loving you,” he explained.

“Oooh, Goddess, help me,” she exclaimed; and laid her head back on his chest. He smiled. ‘If this wasn’t vibe, what is that going to be like?’ She thought to herself. Attuma had thoughts of when they did vibe, and what it will be like; if this was a sample.

M'Baku tooK a leave of absence from his kingly duties, and flew to a secluded beach; to enjoy some him time. He walked along the shore; the waves moving over the sand, then back out to sea. The beautiful sunset coming into display; the moon lingered in the background, ready to make its appearance. The landscape was so enticing, shroud in its tranquility.

The mountains were what touched him the most. His longing to for days pass of him ruling the Jabari tribe; separate from the rest of the Wakandans. But that was then, and this is now. He strolled down further along the, his guards ordered to hold back, and allow how him some space.

Then he noticed something laying on the beach, half out of the water. It was someone in need of help. He ran to the tiny figure and saw they were Talokanil, from the skin tone. He gently turned her over, seeing it was a female. He recognized her right off.

“Namora?” He called to her. “Where is your breathing mask?” He noticed it wasn’t present. He quickly picked her up in his arms and carried her into the water, placing her under, while he continued to hold her. She took it in feeling herself being revitalized, she slipped out of his arms.

“King M'Baku,” she acknowledged him by name. “What are you doing so far from your throne?”

“I asked you first,” he replied. “Where is your breathing mask? And if I may ask, where were you when Attuma and Namor had a battle for the throne?” She gave him this surprise expression.

“Battle for the throne?” She looked about, then at him. “Attuma or none of us in Talokan would try to overthrow our K'uk'ulkan.” She said, then seem to be fading.

“He won but didn’t assume the throne on one condition,” he informed her.

“He didn’t?” She smiled at that news. “I knew he wouldn’t, unless it was necessary. What was the condition?”

“That he never come after Wakanda again,” he answered. She nodded in approvable. Then collapsed, M'Baku caught her in his arms.

“What’s wrong, Namora?” He inquired. “You want me to send for Namor?” She squirmed in his arms to get away, but she was too weak. Besides, M'Baku strength was too strong for her on her best days.

“No, please no,” she was emphatic. He didn’t know what was going on with Namor and her, but he would respect her wishes.

“Want me to contact Attuma?” He thought she would be more acceptable to him.

“Attuma? You know where he is?” She was sinking.

“Yes, he’s one of us now, with his wife Okoye,” he informed her, he could see whatever happened wasn’t good.

“Then I too will be apart of you,” she said verily able to speak. “But promise me, not even Attuma will know my whereabouts, until I am ready.” Before he could promise, she fainted. M'Baku race towards his men; and order them on the jet.

“Get us to the lab,” he commanded the pilot. He just hopes they could make it in time. Shuri will know what to do.

“So, about Namora,” Okoye laid next to him with her head on his chest.

“I need to find her,” he told her.

“No, we need to find her,” she told him. He looked down at her and smiled, never had he been so happy to have her in his life.

Links:

Okoye x Attuma: For the Love of You pt 1

Okoye x Attuma: For the Love of You pt 2

Okoye x Attuma: For the Love of You pt 3

Okoye x Attuma: For the Love of You pt 4

Okoye x Attuma: For the Love of You pt 5

Okoye x Attuma: For the Love of You pt 6

Okoye x Attuma: For the Love of You pt 7

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tomoleary · 7 months

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Wally Wood - O Demolidor (Daredevil Portuguese Series) #7 Production Stat Cover and Production Color Guide (EBAL, 1969).

“Prince Namor, the Sub-Mariner, guest-stars in this reprint of Daredevil #7. There was some slight repositioning of some of the newspaper, and the removal of the MMMS caption box from the original layout. Additional art was created by an unknown hand and pasted in.”

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Marvel’s current version of the original Wally Wood cover

#wally wood #O Demolidor #daredevil #portuguese #Production Stat

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namor-shuri · 1 year

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I swear your commentary on posts is hilarious af 🤣☠️ These video and photo edits are so cool too. Is there a reason why you don’t post more to Twitter (not that you have to, just an observation)? Thanks for everything

Hey 👋🏾💜 Thank you for the kind words. Y’all need to stop gassing me up. My dad jokes/ corniness will know no end lol.

With my Twitter page, sometimes I question whether or not people think I’m stealing work from this Tumblr page bc both my pfp and handles are not the same 🥲 I made my twt before I made this side blog so the handle and pic was a quick “slap together” choice. The phrase “be f*cking for real” is too funny to me so I just ran with it. And then my brain was completely uncreative and was like “namor-shuri” will do rofl. Hopefully people understand by now that I’m the same person, but alas.

To answer your question, I think it’s broken up into two parts. One chunk of it is that I rant A LOT so this platform makes it easier for me to do so while also being creative with color fonts and all that jazz. I also just love the freedom of layouts and stuff like that. From a creative perspective, of course it doesn’t help that Tumblr messes with quality but what I lose in quality, I gain in possibilities [I swear I don’t work for Tumblr and this is not me promoting them rofl].

The other half of the pie is the stark difference of engagement on Twitter vs Tumblr, in my personal experience thus far. Like I said, I made my Twitter first back in late December of last year. It was kind of a random decision but once I realized I was super into the Namor x Shuri ship, I wanted to engage with the fandom more directly and pour into it. Since then, I’ve been able to have a lot of fun with making different artworks, edits, videos, playlists, you name it! Ya girl has been BUSY to say the least lol And what’s been dope is that this fandom has been a fun outlet outside of my professional artwork and stuff like that. All that being said, what slowly became apparent to me was that I wasn’t feeling as included or apart of the fandom as I initially hoped I would. I would try and engage with people or joke here and there and most of what I would get back was crickets, whether it would be on my own posts or my commentary on others. And to be fair, I know it takes time for people to get to know you and build community but it just felt slightly strange. Especially when I would see new pages pop up and everyone would immediately flock to engage with them. I say this to say that absolutely NO ONE owes you anything in life so to be upset that someone isn’t your friend [whether it’s in person or online] is a human experience but you have to understand that not everyone is going to jell with you. There are billions [billions? *does quick google search] of people on this planet. Someone is bound to hate you, while another will worship the floor you walk on. Someone’s going to think you’re okay, while you being your raw and authentic self makes another person’s day. It’s nothing personal. It’s simply a numbers game. So inherently I understood that but it still hurt the 3 year old in me that was just trying to make friends at the playground, you know? lmao But I think what set it off was when I would look up and then see my edits used for people’s banners, fan art, post ideas, etc without asking me or giving me any credit knowing that they also aren’t following me or even engaging with me in any way. It still wasn’t cool but I think what would have made the whole thing feel a little different is if I was more “in the group” but because I’ve been on the outskirts the majority of the time, it just made it sting that much more.

Then I started to get slightly paranoid and wondered if I was missing something. Did I do something wrong? Did I say something that was off? I felt like a message was being sent and that confused the hell out of me [and lowkey still does]. BUT SOB STORY ASIDE lol I brushed my shoulder off, switched gears and thought “f*ck it, let me make my own side blog and do my thing on there” and that worked for me! I got traction after that, people were responding to my stuff and throwing in their own ideas/commentary/analysis etc. I felt like I could engage with people more, even with the limitations Tumblr puts on side blogs. And just the whole vibe overall started to feel really f*cking good. The funny thing too is that I’ve noticed that a lot of Twitter is on here and vice versa so it’s the same folks but for some reason I think this platform has opened up more possibilities for engagement in my experience. Twitter lends to a wider audience than Tumblr unfortunately but I’ve accepted my humble abode on here.

This rant is getting super long so I’ll end with this; I have nothing against the Nashuri fam on Twitter. Just because I’m not necessarily apart of the “crew” doesn’t mean that I don’t find everyone hilarious or amazing in any way. If you think I’m funny anon, you need to read what these girls say because it is SUPERB *chefs kiss* The talent from artworks to fics to think pieces and everything in between is incredible and oozes from that community. But for me, I think I just haven’t found my footing or people over there and as much as it’s been a bummer, I’m still going to be on there to support the dope stuff that comes out of it. I also want to say that just because this has been my experience doesn’t mean it will be yours. I fully encourage you to branch out on different platforms and try and engage with as many people as possible [fandom or not]. I think I just got my finger burned once and immediately gave up rofl. One of the biggest blessings that have come out of the Nashuri fandom in general is it’s vast bipoc community. As a black woman myself, I haven’t experienced this level of inclusivity when it comes to race, gender, language, culture, ages etc in other fandoms. It’s beautiful and I will always be thankful for that.

I also want to drive home that everyone needs to find what works for them. You owe yourself that. If you feel like your aren’t getting what you desire out of Instagram, move to Twitter and see what happens. If Twitter isn’t cutting it, move to Discord. Move to Tumblr, you name it! I think that move for me made a HUGE difference and honestly made me feel better about being in this fandom in the first place. And also this just goes for life in general but just because you might not feel included somewhere doesn’t mean you or the place is a problem. You might just need some scenery change.

Ps: If you are in the fandom and are on Twitter, definitely hit me up and add me! I would love to be mutuals. I’ve seen some familiar accounts from Twitter add me on here and vice versa and it’s been really cool. I appreciate the blogs that engage with me on there and all that jazz. I’ve never had a Twitter before so I’m lowkey new to that world still but grandma’s getting the hang of it slowly but surely.

Thank you 💘

#nashuri #we just got a letter #I realized this is the first time I’ve actually put this feeling into words #I was really thinking about this question like wait why don’t I post on twt more lmao #nothing on the twt girlies #y’all are bad bitches #I’m just clearly not in the squad #and thats okay 🤷🏾‍♀️#you win some you lose some

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literally I just use this app and acc to talk abt namor yet it's so funny how literally NONE of my layout reflects that it's all just an anime girl I like 😭😭😭 miss shiipon u will always be famous

#i love her so bad #akiba maid war is such a fun show man #shiipon #akiba maid war

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I really want to change my blog layouts but also want to make new pinned posts for my namor accounts but also need to first finish those masterposts before I can pin them but also need to finish my namor week stuff but also-

#its a never ending list of stuff I want to do #my ramblings

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Hello! This isn't an ask but a just a few rants (good ones I promise) I wanted to say to you. I'm a bit unfamiliar with how tf you post stuff on here but I think it should be ok.

I just wanted to say I love your writing for Tenoch Huerta and the characters he's played. Honestly your work is a breath of fresh air, I love the way you portray his characters and the little quirks/traits they have. You're very descriptive and attentive in your writing.

I watched BP:WF awhile back and my first impression of Namor was "Oh damn, he ain't playing!" He has such an intensity when he played the character he really would be a "I'll kill you before you kill me" type of guy but with sense of reason ofc (when Shuri rocked his shit). Since then I started reading up on his interviews, shoots and films he's been in - I've become Obfuckingssessed.

I literally obliterated your master list, did a dumpster dive of your account and read all your rants on #mary watches blue demon too. And other little posts you made- hope you are doing well and looking after yourself.

I love you and your writing, please continue to write when you are well and rested.

From a friendly fan x

Thank you so much for leaving these wonderful words and taking time out of your day! I truly appreciate it.

I am so happy to hear that my writing has been able to bring you such distinct characters despite them all being played by the same person. As much as they are all technically Tenoch, they also have their own worlds and backgrounds and I want to put that into my work.

Welcome to the Tenoch Whoreta Nation. We welcome all people tho we do encourage being 18 or older because we THIRST hard. We have a discord for the coven for anyone who would like to join.

LOL since you have read my masterlist I have a few questions. Which was your favorite? Which one do you want a follow up chapter to the most and why? Do you have a favorite line or passage that made you stop, good or bad?

Oh gosh you saw my rants and thoughts about Blue Demon. Well thank you for being so thorough lol Most of my Tenoch content is on @namorslutfanfiction and this is my main that has been with me since I was in highschool. Even my old fics are still up on this account. I dare not read them lol. Thankfully I have improved.

Thank you so so so much. I truly do appreciate everyone who reads my stuff. Especially those who take time to tell me how much they liked it all. I put a lot of work into all this and as much as it's an outlet for my love for this actor it's an escape for me.

You probably read my update but I am going to be busy but I will continue to post on tumblr and cross posting on AO3 under NamorSlutFanfiction77 if you'd prefer an easier navigation layout.

This warms my heart.

#ask #ask me #namorslutfanfiction #my beautiful readers #the way these types of messages and comments literally make my day and motivate me so much #doesnt matter how old the fic is or how long or short #these types of things keep me going

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mano obrigado por curtir meus posts 🤒🤒🤒 namoral seus users são MUITO lindos sério eu n sei de onde vc tira tanta criatividade kkkj tu é mt talentoso (a/e) socorrooo

E OS SEUS LAYOUTS PERFEITOS . to muito apaixonada no de demon slayer e haikyuu 😭 e muito muito obg minha cabeça quase explode em fazer users mas eu gosto muito aaa

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obsessionicons · 4 years

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eu amo os layouts q vc faz namoral

aaaa obg anjo, eu fico meio insegura na hora de postar pq eu n acho q sei fazer direito ainda.

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Strange Tales #107

Writers - Stan Lee & Larry Lieber

Art - Dick Ayers

Cover - Jack Kirby

In another effort to prove himself, the Human Torch challenges the Sub-Mariner to a fight with the hopes of defeating him and gaining credibility with the rest of the team.

While this was a decent and kind of fun story, there are a lot of inconsistencies with the Torch’s powers that drop it down a little for me. Early in the story he flies out to sea and has to land on a ship because his flame is dying. It takes him several hours before he can use his powers again. He then spends a significant amount of time helping the ship through fog, and still has enough “juice” to push his powers to their limit while taking on Namor! This concept has bothered me since the early Fantastic Four issues because there’s no internal consistency to how long his powers last or how much he can do with them.

Sub-Mariner actually seems pretty wise to the kid’s antics here and takes the entire fight a little bit lighter than we’ve seen him before. Mostly, Johnny earns Namor’s respect if no one else’s by this whole confrontation. While Namor initially just writes him off as a kid, he does come to realize that Johnny has some significant powers.

Again I have to compliment the details and panel layouts that Ayers does in this story. The fight between the Torch and Namor is exciting and dynamic and the characters look great! The underwater sequences really have a feel of being submerged and Namor does seem to be floating amongst the set pieces. Nicely done.

A fun issue that suffers from some internal consistency issues, but is generally enjoyable.

#strange tales #human torch #johnny storm #namor the sub-mariner #stan lee #larry lieber #dick ayers #jack kirby #marvel comics #silver age #comic books #comic review

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That early '90s Bachalo aesthetic was pure sex. I still enjoy his style, but his Shade/GenX/Ghost Rider 2099/Death work was a lot stiffer (I mean, stiffer for Bachalo. It was still absolutely nuts), and there's something to it I will never get over.

Early 90′s artists who broke through– Bachalo, but also like early Jae Lee (and I can’t look at his stuff anymore because of Before Watchmen – but like Jae Lee drawing fucking Namor of all things, where he was really young); or like, I’ve never understood Sam Keith’s profile in comics and where he’s stood with like the Joe Average comic fan, but definitely Sam Keith…

The 90′s had a run of people in it on the art side who were just pretty memorable dudes with gnarly styles, no matter how you colored them or whatever– I mean, the artists now are good too, and I’m sure a fan of right now could list off a bunch of equally interesting people or more. I’m sure fans today don’t go “ohhhh, Stephen Platt” or whatever, but. But like, people were really out there trying to make names for themselves but the rules of how you did that were so weird in the 90′s that you just saw… You just saw some gnarly shit, I guess. Because Liefeld had broken through and like there weren’t any rules anymore, so like why not just be Jae Lee drawing Namor??? The mainstream stuff I see now is all like more super-precise shit and like, which is nice too, I guess, whatever, but...

Like, Bachalo’s choices were strange if you saw him going from Vertigo to that stuff, but Bachalo must’ve known Wizard magazine existed; the incentives in comics were the incentive in comics; plus, he probably liked the stuff that was popular– it certainly paid him better and… I mean, he’s never gone back to DC, so who knows what kind of bad experience he might’ve had over there, DC being DC… Or maybe not– I’m sure there’s a Modern Masters with him in it where he talks about his choices and shit like that, but I’ve never seen it…

Bachalo just did a couple issues with Chip Zdarsky a few years back, or a year ago, or last month (time’s sort of blurred) where it’s them doing a Sandman comic (the spidey villain) that was just Bachalo going nutty; but he’s nutty now in a way that’s like… hostile to normal comic layouts that I find interesting (his layout storytelling type choices are really usually very interesting-- he’s often picking like... “wrong” kinda off-putting camera angles but in a way that ... that’s his thing, you know, so). But it’s less interesting for someone who liked, like, romance-comic-artist-gone-wrong era Bachalo from Shade or … shit, I’d forgotten Ghost Rider 2099… I mean, that sort of inbetween phase from that stuff to the Spidey stuff where he was just like... there was a lot more ink on the page...Jesus, my brain is completely fried, I can’t write any kind of coherent sentence tonight… I mean, I can’t generally, but it’s especially bad tonight, right? Is any of this English???)

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Fantastic Four Vol. 1 Annual 1979

Thu Sep 12 2019 [09:09 PM] Wack'd: That's right, 1979, even though it's 1980 [09:09 PM] Umbramatic: THE 80S [09:09 PM] Wack'd: Marvel Wiki kinda has to cram these things back into canon whenever there's a break in the action [09:10 PM] maxwellelvis: Which there wasn't really for any of 1979, it seems [09:10 PM] Wack'd: Yeah [09:10 PM] Umbramatic: i would make an 80s joke but that was before my time [09:10 PM] maxwellelvis: Was that the longest arc they've had so far? The space adventure [09:11 PM] Wack'd: I don't know why this couldn't have happened before that but whatever. The alternative is that I create my own timeline and the team is excruciating [09:11 PM] Wack'd: The space adventure was pretty hecking long, yeah [09:12 PM] Wack'd: So we open in media res, with a Sandman fight. Resolved by Sue force-fielding him and Johnny using his fire to freeze him into crystal [09:12 PM] Wack'd: Which I'm pretty sure should kill him but whatever [09:13 PM] Wack'd: He'll be fine [09:13 PM] Umbramatic: sandman: "this is fine" [09:13 PM] maxwellelvis: Really shows the differing level of threat Sandman provokes between Spider-Man and the Fantastic Four [09:14 PM] Wack'd: The president of the bank Sandman was robbing gives the Four a reward: [09:14 PM] Wack'd: A cat calendar [09:14 PM] Umbramatic: cats [09:15 PM] Wack'd: This is canon forever now

[09:15 PM] Umbramatic: AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW [09:15 PM] maxwellelvis: It's priceless! Literally worthless! [09:15 PM] maxwellelvis: Oh, Ben likes it. I can't make fun of it anymore. [09:16 PM] Umbramatic: i love ben [09:16 PM] Wack'd: Also: Franklin wants to join the Four! Reed says maybe when he's older, as though that's a real thing that will someday really happens [09:16 PM] maxwellelvis: lmao [09:17 PM] Umbramatic: don't worry it'll happen once ash ketchum turns 11 [09:17 PM] Wack'd: Agatha has come up from Whisper Hill to invite the Four and Franklin to vacation with her to New Salem! I'm sure this can only go well [09:18 PM] maxwellelvis: We're only going on vacation to the haunted town we barely got out of last time with our skins, in a double-length issue. [09:18 PM] maxwellelvis: What could possibly go wrong? [09:19 PM] Wack'd: An interesting device that's been happening over the past four pages is that at the bottom of each page there's been a horizontal-one-panel cutaway to an occult ritual happening. [09:19 PM] Wack'd: I can't really screenshot that but it's really neat [09:20 PM] Umbramatic: oooooh [09:20 PM] Wack'd: Hahahhaahaa

[09:21 PM] Umbramatic: rip ben [09:21 PM] Umbramatic: he just wants to go to disney world [09:22 PM] Wack'd: So they land at the airport, rent a car, and drive to New Salem. But Ben has trouble finding it, naturally [09:23 PM] Wack'd: Oh look, I found Waldo

[09:23 PM] Umbramatic: but did you find his girlfriend carmen sandiego [09:25 PM] maxwellelvis: Dear lord, we've stumbled into a Renaissance faire! Everyone run! [09:25 PM] Wack'd: Some real good layouts here. George Pérez: great at his job

[09:25 PM] Wack'd: Also: Johnny nearly gets his soul sucked out [09:26 PM] Bocaj: It Happens [09:26 PM] maxwellelvis: Gordon and Susan from Sesame Street have joined Agatha's coven, apparently. [09:26 PM] Wack'd: Well, they're the baddies [09:26 PM] Wack'd: So that stinks [09:26 PM] maxwellelvis: Never trust people who hang out with puppets. [09:27 PM] maxwellelvis: Who know what all the people in your neighborhood do. [09:27 PM] Wack'd: Also if you notice from the two-page spread, apparently the only black people in town 😬 [09:28 PM] Umbramatic: oh [09:28 PM] Bocaj: Bad show, comic [09:29 PM] Wack'd: So the Ceremony of Renewal happens. And what is supposed to be a remembrance ceremony for people killed in the witch hunts and a way to re-energize all of the townsfolks gets hijacked by those guys from the blue panels, who steal all the magical energies to bring back...this dingus.

[09:30 PM] Wack'd: Of all of the things you could've possibly done with unlimited magic energy, really? This guy? [09:30 PM] Umbramatic: dingus [09:30 PM] Wack'd: Oh right the blue panel guys were his henchmen. His impossibly dumb-looking henchmen

[09:31 PM] Wack'd: Was the one third from the right always so...Marge Simpson? [09:31 PM] maxwellelvis: FEED ME EGGS, HOMER [09:32 PM] Bocaj: oh hey i recognize some of these dinguses from the scarlet witch vision miniseries [09:32 PM] Bocaj: When Vision dryhumped babies into Wanda [09:32 PM] maxwellelvis: Somebody brought them back again?! [09:32 PM] Bocaj: 'pparently [09:33 PM] Wack'd: Fight fight fight [09:34 PM] Wack'd: Marv Wolfman: A Man Who Knows A Lot About Gazelles

[09:37 PM] Wack'd: Reed, shattering or otherwise bypassing force fields is a fucking gimme power for your villains. You say you want to fight the Fantastic Four and you get "ignoring force fields" in your complimentary gift bag

[09:37 PM] Bocaj: Reed is dumb [09:38 PM] Wack'd: So the Four get their asses thoroughly kicked [09:39 PM] Wack'd: Normally this would be the part where we cut away, and they all wake up in a prison cell which they break out of, and the plot proceeds [09:39 PM] Wack'd: But this time is different [09:39 PM] Wack'd: And Marv Wolfman is not going to just ignore the fact that this small child has just seen his entire family get beat unconscious [09:40 PM] Wack'd:

[09:42 PM] Wack'd: Franklin uses the power of inconsolable sadness and fear [09:42 PM] Wack'd: It's...*sniff*...it's super-effective [09:43 PM] Bocaj: huh [09:43 PM] Wack'd: Seriously. I like this scene a lot [09:43 PM] Umbramatic: awwwwww [09:44 PM] Wack'd: I like that we're being forced to reckon with the danger Franklin is regularly in. And the fact that he's just a kid. And that for him to use powers he doesn't know he has--for him to be the deus ex machina we routinely mock--he has to be in a real dark place [09:44 PM] Wack'd: And I like Agatha acknowledging that this is hard for him and comforting him [09:46 PM] Wack'd: So uh. Meanwhile. The Salem Seven are conducting a ritual on the roof of the Baxter Building to destroy the Four and give Nick Scratch corporeal form [09:47 PM] Wack'd: This for some reason involves generating a massive force field, gradually pushing all the people of Manhattan back as it encompasses the city [09:48 PM] Wack'd: Spider-Man, the Avengers, and the Defenders all try to break through, but fail [09:49 PM] Wack'd: Only Agatha and Franklin can break through--after all, Agatha's more powerful than her son. (The comic takes this as a given, despite Franklin's existence. Maybe it's a magic thing) [09:49 PM] maxwellelvis: It's gotta be the combined power of the entire Salem Seven that's locked Dr. Strange and Silver Surfer out of the bubble. [09:50 PM] maxwellelvis: Fewer than that and either of them could have broken through no prob, assuming that's the Defenders line-up we're talking about [09:50 PM] maxwellelvis: the Dr. Strange, Silver Surfer, Hulk, and Namor team [09:50 PM] Wack'd: It's not. [09:50 PM] maxwellelvis: Oh [09:51 PM] Wack'd: There's whoever the fuck this is

[09:52 PM] maxwellelvis: I know that guy but I can't remember his name. [09:52 PM] maxwellelvis: Oh, it says right there, Nighthawk [09:52 PM] Wack'd: So forgettable I forgot his name moments after reading it [09:53 PM] Wack'd: Anyway, the Salem Seven's spells are easily deflected. So are the ghostly Nick's attempts to stop her with hail, fire, and lightning [09:53 PM] Bocaj: Nighthawk: strong as two strong guys at night. Owns a jetpack. Is Batman but Somehow Worse. [09:54 PM] Wack'd:

Nick: Why won't you die, blast you?! Agatha: Because I am your mother, Nicholas.

[09:54 PM] Bocaj: Hah [09:54 PM] Mousa The 14: Damn [09:55 PM] Mousa The 14: Someone call the cops, I’d like to report a familicide [09:55 PM] Umbramatic: ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh [09:55 PM] Mousa The 14: This woman completely obliterated her son [09:55 PM] maxwellelvis: Oh snap [09:55 PM] Mousa The 14: Yes he deserved it, just figured you’d all wanna know [09:55 PM] Wack'd: Agatha and Franklin make their way into the Baxter Building where a brainwashed Fantastic Four are waiting. [09:56 PM] Wack'd: Franklin 🥺

[09:57 PM] Mousa The 14: This is legitimately genuinely terrifying [09:57 PM] Mousa The 14: Like, jesus christ that's horrifying [09:57 PM] Umbramatic: y i p e [09:57 PM] Mousa The 14: Like this big friendly ol' teddy bear unle Ben Grimm crushing a child to death [09:57 PM] maxwellelvis: "Thank you, Nicholas Scratch, I feel much better now" [09:57 PM] Mousa The 14: has to be one of the most horryfing ideas in my mind right now [09:58 PM] Wack'd: Fortunately, Franklin manages to break their mind control with the power of love. Also being a god [09:58 PM] Umbramatic: Jesus Christ, how horrifying! [09:58 PM] Bocaj: Unleash your annihilation of love [09:59 PM] Wack'd: And Agatha sets right what has once gone wrong

[10:01 PM] Wack'd: And so the story ends with...Ben complaining there's no reward? I guess?

[10:02 PM] Wack'd: Probably should've ended on a more Franklin centered note [10:02 PM] Wack'd: But overall I like this one a lot [10:02 PM] maxwellelvis: Agatha erased the cat poster from his memory, I assume [10:02 PM] Mousa The 14: I can’t believe we let this woman fall into lost history, she should be in every F4 adaptation [10:03 PM] Wack'd: She's great, yeah

#1980 #Marv Wolfman #George Pérez #The Main Book

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namor-the-submariner-dot-net · 4 years

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365 Days with Namor

Friday is the FABULOUS ‘50s & FANTASTIC TEAMS

Day 136

Giant-Size Super-Villain Team-Up #1

by Ron Wilson

Cover Date: March 1975

Not sure this really counts as a team, but it has 'team' in the title, so that's close enough for me.

This cover has multiple credits, but I'm going with Ron Wilson as the main one. I'm pretty sure the Marie Severin credit is for the inset Namor. Though it is entirely possible she did the cover layout, as did for numerous covers.

#365 Days of Namor #Namor #Sub-Mariner #Doctor Doom #Ron Wilson #Giant-Size Super-Villain Team-Up 1

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D3 - Art Experience - Speech Action

1. I decided to create an anti-fascist propaganda superhero comic magazine cover in the style of the 1940s Captain America and Namor, The Sub-Mariner comics using an original character. I chose the medium because I enjoy the bright colorful pulpy comic magazine style from the early 1940s, and specifically the anti-fascist war superhero comics. The idea was to use the layout of Namor, Sub-Mariner No. 1 from 1941, written and drawn by beloved artist and writer Bill Everett. The concept was conceived with the relevance of fascism in America today in mind.

2. The picture could not be fully inked and colored as I would have liked, but in its unfinished state it still is effective which is only a testament to the artistic powers of Bill Everett.

3. Next time, I would start working out the layout and rough details earlier, so I could ink it in time. I will post my results later.

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Best Comics of 2018

Here’s my contribution to The Comics Journal’s annual roundup. There’s lots of great lists. You should click over and read them all.

Berlin by Jason Lutes – a towering masterpiece 22-years in the making, Berlin is a high watermark for alternative literary comics and its completion feels like a significant milestone for the generation of post-Love and Rockets creators and fans who came of age in the ‘90s.

The Goat Getters by Eddie Campbell – Meticulously-researched and beautifully-designed, this is an important work of comics archaeology. Campbell sifts through the medium’s pre-history, focusing on “the missing link” between early sports cartooning and newspaper comic strips. He carefully traces this evolution, including detailed biographies of the major cartoonists (Swinnerton, Dorgan, Herriman, Fisher, Goldberg, etc.) and a lot of historical context. Not a light read, but definitely worth the effort.

The Troublemakers by Baron Yoshimoto, edited by Ryan Holmberg – If you aren’t following Ryan Holmberg’s work, you’re missing out on one of the best critic/historians in the game. Holmberg is an expert in alt-manga and his translation projects are always worth looking at. This year he edited or otherwise contributed to four collections with several different publishers. I still haven’t read Slum Wolf but of the other three (including Fukushima Devil Fish and Vérité 01), this was the standout, with six short stories from the ‘70s and ‘80s by Yoshimoto, a manga master I was previously unfamiliar with. Holmberg’s books also include insightful essays focused on the artist which adds to the appreciation and understanding of the works reproduced.

Frontier #17 by Lauren Weinstein – This memoir about pregnancy and childbirth is simply a beautiful comic, unflinchingly honest. Weinstein is not afraid to be naked on the page, both literally and figuratively, and never shies away from baring her soul. It’s definitely the best issue of Frontier to date and ranks high among Weinstein’s best works.

Hieronymus & Bosch by Paul Kirchner – From the creator of High Times’s “Dope Rider” and Heavy Metal’s “The Bus” strips, this latest book is a collection of silent comics set in Hell. Perfectly timed gags, often ending in the protagonist’s torment, are mixed with a healthy dose of dark humor. This is perhaps Kirchner’s best work. Plus it’s full color!

Blammo #10 and One Dirty Tree by Noah Van Sciver – Van Sciver’s work turned more personal this past year, revealing intimate details about his family life, relationships, and Mormon upbringing. At the same time, his storytelling, artwork, and especially his use of color have grown more confident and attractive.

Mort Cinder by Héctor Germán Oesterheld and Alberto Breccia – Following Fantagraphics’ translation of Oesterheld and Solano López’s masterpiece, The Eternaut, a few years ago, this gorgeously reproduced translation of one of the greatest Argentinian comics ever is the first of several planned volumes in the Breccia Library. Breccia’s chiaroscuro brushwork is exquisite throughout as he dissects various historical eras from ancient Greece to World War I.

Coin-Op Comics Anthology by Peter and Maria Hoey – You don’t usually hear comics described as aerodynamic but this collection of short strips by the brother and sister duo is filled with sharp angles and sleek curves. The comics draw heavily on the siblings’ graphic design experience, giving the entire book a glossy magazine-like quality, but each strip is filled with clever film-inspired visual experiments.

Flem by Rebecca Rosen – An impressive debut graphic novel about assisted suicide and mother/daughter relationships. Rosen’s art has some similarities with Dash Shaw’s work, but her creative page layouts and expressive coloring portend great things to come. Definitely an artist to keep an eye on.

Ice Cream Man by W. Maxwell Prince and Martín Morazzo – One of my favorite Image books in a long time. Each issue of this series is a loosely-connected one-off tale of suburban horror. Martín Morazzo’s style is reminiscent of Frank Quitely and Prince’s scripts are sparse, thought-provoking gems.

Honorable mentions: Sabrina by Nick Drnaso, The Beef by David Hine and Shaky Kane, X-Men: Grand Design and Second Genesis by Ed Piskor, Black Panther by Ta-Nehisi Coates, Brian Stelfreeze, et al., All the Sad Songs by Summer Pierre, Tongues by Anders Nilsen, Ensemble by Maxime Gérin, Amnesia by Al Columbia, and The Nib #1, the first print edition of the popular web-comic.

Finally, because nobody should limit themselves to new stuff only, here’s the ten best older comics and related stuff I read in 2018:

The Ten Cent Plague: The Great Comic Book Scare and How It Changed America by David Hajdu – a fantastic and well-researched look back at the history of censorship and fetishism in early comics that led up to Wertham’s Seduction of the Innocent.

Hostage by Guy Delisle – Delisle’s best maybe ever, certainly since Pyongyang. This should have been on my best of list last year.

March Books 1-3 by John Lewis and Nate Powell – I read all three books to my 6th grade son this year and we were both blown away. John Lewis is a true American hero and I’m grateful that he chose to write his memoirs in graphic novel form.

Annie Sullivan and the Trials of Helen Keller by Joe Lambert – this was the third time I read this one and it’s still great; one of the most under-rated graphic novels in recent memory.

Sentences: The Life of MF Grimm by Percy Carey and Ron Wimberly – I had the pleasure of interviewing Ron on a panel at SPX this year and it was the perfect excuse to revisit this outstanding memoir about hip hop and gang culture.

Jar of Fools by Jason Lutes – I re-read this after finishing Berlin. It remains one of my all-time favorite graphic novels.

The Eternaut by F. Solano Lopez and Héctor Germán Oesterheld – I actually like this book better than Mort Cinder, but both are masterpieces. And Fantagraphics hit it out of the park on the design and slipcase packaging. Arsene Schrauwen by Olivier Schrauwen – I missed the boat on this book when it came out, but I’m really glad I went back and read it. Outstanding art with a creepy dreamlike story. I’m looking forward to checking out Parallel Lives soon.

2001 Nights by Yukinobu Hoshino – I love this hard sci-fi manga series so much, I wrote an appreciation for The Comics Journal about it.

Fantastic Four Visionaries: John Byrne vol. 3-6 – I collected these off the stands back in the ‘80s and am amazed how well they hold up. I think this is Byrne’s best work for Marvel, even surpassing his X-Men run (and let’s also not forget Namor).

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