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curtvilescomic · 22 days
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Princess of Mars #14 cover by Joe Jusko
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a-bluedream-posts · 7 months
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Dejah Thoris coppertone homage by JoshBurns
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The next Edgar Rice Burroughs Martian Maiden in my long running commission series is Phaidor - a villainess redeeming herself at the final moment 🖤 Black and white ink on bristol board 🖌️
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nfcomics · 5 months
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WARLORD OF MARS no.1 • cover art • J. Scott Campbell [Oct 2010]
The original warrior of Mars returns from Dynamite! Warlord of Mars is an enhancement of the classic Edgar Rice Burroughs story, Princess of Mars! If you thought you knew the story, think again! This series will capture the ?grit and action of the original while expanding on it with new elements. The story is about John Carter, an ex-cavalry officer in the Confederate Army who finds himself mysteriously transported to Mars! Joining him in his adventures there are Tars Tarkas, his Martian comrade, and Dejah Thoris, a Martian Princess.
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platinumtimesbaby · 5 months
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John Carter
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skylariumrose · 3 months
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Lights! Camera! Action! It’s Movie AU time!
Codywan Style
It only took a decade, but I’m finally doing a AU of a favorite movie of mine, John Carter (2012), with a favorite ship, Codywan!
I’ve been working on it for about a year now, trying to get the style of the book and the movie to mesh and make a whole new story out of it that fits Cody and Obi-Wan perfectly. After all that I thought it needed some pomp and circumstance before its release.
So enjoy this snippet of Obi-Wan trying to figure out how to move on Mars for the first time, just like the movie, but with a twist 😉
Trying to not dwell on it, he focuses on the present. Here and now he could move. He had some provisions and he still had daylight. So with determination, Obi-Wan pulls his hat off his pack, loosens the drawstrings, and sets it firmly on his head.
I guess my next journey is happening sooner than I thought. And goes to stand.
Or that was the plan.
For no conceivable reason, when he stood, Obi-Wan was pushed forward as if a gust of wind was under him, and for a brief moment, the air was like water, leaving him buoyant as he moves through it.
Then he was hitting the dry lakebed roughly, cracking it under his weight. He tries again, but with similar results. Even pushing himself up was a struggle as he would skitter across the dirt when he did so.
At one moment he just lays on the ground for a matter of minutes, ire his only companion at that point, his hat perched precariously over his face.
After the twelfth trial, he lays down on his stomach and wonders how this area was playing strange antics upon his physique as he had kicked a rock and it had flown away from him like a bullet.
Perhaps being lighter would help with him being heavier, considering the opposite seems to be true currently.
Taking off his pack was a mistake, the worst possible, as he had gained new heights and distance. So they were needed, he thought sourly as he crawled back to his two bags.
After the eighteenth attempt, Obi-Wan has a mental list of do’s and don'ts.
He gets his feet under him, exerting the strength of his pinky, so that he can crouch. Then ever gently, he stands straight and unmoved. From there his gaze picks up a desolate island in the distance, the sun shining through the parted rock formation like a beacon.
Hopefully a beacon with shade.
Lifting his right leg in exaggerated fashion, as if he was wading through water, and moving like he was creeping through the halls of the orphanage, Obi-Wan walks on his tiptoes. It must make him look like a jester, but he was making progress.
Negligible progress though.
It would be nightfall by the time Obi-Wan made it there and he needed to be able to make camp before then.
Ever the scientist, he decides to add a bit more pressure, press down just a touch harder, to move a half a pace faster.
Then he’s leaping.
In light bounds, like a frog, Obi-Wan finds himself covering distance with ease and landing from his bounces with miraculously no issues! The short bursts of weightlessness, wind soft against his face, and the wonder of it all possesses him like a small child’s near endless joy.
Hope you enjoyed and stick around for more 😉
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kinkynerfherder · 5 months
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Dejah Thoris by Joseph Michael Linsner
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balu8 · 1 year
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Tom Grindberg: Dejah Thoris
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You'll find the other polls in my 'sf polls' tag / my pinned post.
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curtvilescomic · 6 months
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Dejah Thoris cosplay by Katy DeCobray
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a-bluedream-posts · 10 months
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Dejah Thoris by diabolumberto
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fortunaestalta · 2 months
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nfcomics · 5 months
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WARLORD OF MARS no.1 • cover art • Lucio Parrillo [Oct 2010]
The original warrior of Mars returns from Dynamite! Warlord of Mars is an enhancement of the classic Edgar Rice Burroughs story, Princess of Mars! If you thought you knew the story, think again! This series will capture the ?grit and action of the original while expanding on it with new elements. The story is about John Carter, an ex-cavalry officer in the Confederate Army who finds himself mysteriously transported to Mars! Joining him in his adventures there are Tars Tarkas, his Martian comrade, and Dejah Thoris, a Martian Princess.
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theimaginauts · 1 year
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DEJAH THORIS
Art by FRANK CHO
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morgandr · 6 months
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Imagine:
Dejah explaining to you how she really needs your help. You are the only one that can help her with this situation.
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(NOT MY GIF!)
(Dejah Thoris X Reader)
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skylariumrose · 2 months
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Lights! Camera! Action! It’s Movie AU time!
Codywan AU Pt. 2
Feeling that spark
A treat for the Valentine week 🥰💖
We all love the unused Codywan knife scene from Kenobi – an idea cut down in its prime – so as many before me, I too took a crack at it.
Enjoy another snippet from my fic now titled, A Ven’alor of Mars!
@fizzironi I hope you enjoy as well 😉
Walking into his rooms, Obi-Wan only has a chance to close the door before he finds his arm caught and pressed against his back, the dangerous sensation of cold steel pressed to his neck giving him pause.
“If you move, you are dead.” Is hissed into his right ear, and he believes the prince.
“May I ask what is causing this reaction? Considering we are the ones that rescued you and yours?” Taking a deep swallow, trying to judge the leeway he would have against his opponent.
“Rescue does not involve capture.” Is bitten out, explaining nothing of the prince’s actions.
“No, I believe you are correct.”
Then suddenly stepping back into his space, dropping his head to the left, Obi-Wan falls that way, twisting to flip the regent over his shoulder and grabbing his knife-welding arm as he goes.
As quick as lightning, he straddles the fervent prince, squeezing his knees at his hips and grabbing hold of his wrists, exercising only a minimum of his new-found strength to stop him. He twists Kote’s right slightly to disarm him, the cooking knife falling to the floor with a faint clatter, and only grabs his left after the prince gets in a good left hook. Grimacing through the blooming pain, Obi-Wan holds Kote’s right hand above his head and his left fast to his exposed tattooed torso.
Breathing heavily with a fearsome sneer, eyes a golden honey frenzy, the prince tries to break free to no avail. But understanding flashes over his gaze as Obi-Wan applies a touch more pressure to hold him down.
Kote falls back, head turning to the left as his eyes immediately shift down, defeat his body language. And in the short amount of time he knew the prince, Obi-Wan knew this did not suit him at all.
“You are correct in saying that rescue does not beget capture, except you are not captured. So what do you mean your highness?”
A glare cuts to him with barely concealed disdain, straining once again against his body, but making no headway.
“I mean, that I know the trappings of this, and I will not be idle. I can’t be idle,” Kote tells him harshly, “My people need me. And not to sound arrogant, but perhaps the planet.”
The prince’s ragged breath fills the space as Obi-Wan holds Kote’s sharp gaze and finds himself intrigued, if not rallied in someway, to the nameless cause the prince has. There was nothing more noble than protecting one’s friends and family, doubly so for a sense of protectiveness for one’s people.
Taking in the prince again, Obi-Wan is still taken aback by the strength and forceful grace of the young man now beneath him. How he called attention and held it. How it called Obi-Wan’s attentions in a way it shouldn’t, though he couldn’t deflect his gaze from the curling geometric black tattoos that moved with every flexing muscles —
“Well,” Drawls Siri, her voice carrying in the domed room, “I didn’t think you even thought of playfulness.” Tone full of lascivious humor.
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