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why-i-love-comics · 2 months
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Night Thrasher #1 - "Gone Till November" (2024)
written by J. Holtham art by Nelson Daniel & Matt Milla
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heckcareoxytwit · 3 months
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Silhouette and Midnight's Fire say their tearful goodbye to the dying father, Andrew Chord.
Night Thrasher v2 #1, 2024
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evilhorse · 1 day
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This is pretty much a wrap, folks.
(New Warriors #28)
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Look... if you got as much money as Justin Hammer... you really should be able to buy a bitter cadre of villains than this... bro really believes in quantity over quality...
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comicwaren · 1 month
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“I’m ready for you this time. And you’re not the only angry one here.” -- Night Thrasher
Cover art for Night Thrasher Vol. 2 #002, “If You Don’t Know, Now You Know”
Art by Alan Quah
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kamamo1 · 10 months
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Silhouette
I know I can't stop all evil, but I can stop some. You only do what you can... but you have to do that.
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newwarriorsforever · 1 year
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Marvel Holiday Special 1992 is the only Christmas-themed comic where the New Warriors had their own story. 
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volfoss · 3 months
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Quick Silhouette edit to make her look more like her modern appearances and bc I love this outfit on her :)
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Original under the cut
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newwarriorstalk · 1 year
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Today's New Warriors Moment:
New Warriors vs X-Force!
From New Warriors Annual #1 by writer Fabian Nicieza, artist Mark Bagley & Jeff Albrecht, colorist Tom Vincent, letterer Chris Eliopoulos, and editors Eric Fein & Danny Fingeroth
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“Always and Forever: Part 2 of 3,” New Warriors (Vol. 5/2014), #11.
Writers: Christopher Yost and Erik Burnham; Penciler and Inker: Marcus To; Colorist: Ruth Redmond; Letterer: Joe Caramagna
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bits-and-babs · 10 months
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𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐒 – 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐎'𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀
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↳ summary: miguel has an issue with the performance and comfortability of his suit. he feels he's found a suitable solution– but he can't tell you.
↳ pairing: pervy!miguel o'hara x f!reader
↳ content: 18+ MDNI. SMUT. pervy!miguel, sneaking into your home, panty stealing, miguel wears your panties, (m) masturbation, masturbating in your panties, a little dirty talk, imagines p in v sex with reader.
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Disgust coats Miguel's tongue in a kind of rancid film, his lashes fluttering closed as he tries to breathe through the turbulence of the unhinged thoughts that bounce in his skull. Of all the ideas he'd contemplated to make the suit a little easier to wear, this was by far the most demented.
The delicate, silky midnight fabric of your high-cut thong had sprung to mind late at night, sleep ebbing at the edges of his consciousness and poisoning his ethics. He'd noticed them the last time he saw you, the elasticated straps that framed your hips peeking over the denim waistband of your jeans when you bent over to collect some papers from his office floor. It's as though the image had imprinted itself on his brain's grey, swirling surface and seared into his retinas.
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Friends, Miguel he had to remind himself consistently. You were his friend. Friends don't steal other friends' panties.  
Frankly, this ridiculous plot had all come about thanks to the absurd skin-tight suit Miguel consistently afflicted himself with. His excuse for invading your privacy was aerodynamics. The smoother the outline of the suit, the quicker he'd swing from his webbing... Or so he told himself. It was a perfectly reasonable excuse, as far as his bias was concerned. 
The temptation was intolerable. Of course, getting a thong was easy enough– Miguel could buy them from the mall with the excuse of wanting to see an imaginary girlfriend in them or order them online if it embarrassed him too much. But the debauched notion of wearing your panties, the kind you wore and smelt like you, drove him crazier than he could ever admit. 
He hadn't been able to stave off the desire for very long. Some forty-eight hours later, Miguel found himself snatching the object of desire from your laundry basket, blanketed by the pitch blackness of the dead of night. Driven by this repulsive need, he'd retreated to his office almost as swiftly as he had entered your home, careful to conceal evidence of his presence. All items had been placed back neatly while Miguel scoured for your thong, and he'd pulled your bedroom window back to its original position, open just a crack. 
Thoughts of your silhouette, framed only by the panties in his hand and their matching bra, had carried Miguel home. He'd been rock hard by the time he'd stumbled back into the office, practically ripping the lycra-like material from his body to slip the panties on. 
So here he stood, spider-suit a crimson and midnight blue pool at his feet, naked in the mirror beside the panties that barely stretched across his ample hips. His thick, muscular thighs looked even wider when paired with the dainty lingerie and the dark trail of hair that sparsely scattered his lower abdomen looked far prettier when decorated like this.
Miguel's eyes slid over the silky fabric against his smooth, tanned skin. The silk canvas barely contained the base of his cock and his balls, straining over the ample flesh he'd managed to stuff into the already limited, thin cloth. The scalloped straps of the thongs dug into his hips, little diamonte hearts encrusted by the base of the chords– he hadn't noticed them until now, his cheeks warming as he studied them in the mirror. 
The sheer mass of Miguel's frame was far too large for the undergarment, the elasticated waistband stretched across the shaft of his cock, so it rested against his stomach, erect. The ruddy tip of his swollen head leaked creamy pre-cum against his abdomen at the consistent pressure, throbbing weakly when Miguel passed his eyes over it.
"Hng-" he huffed a breath through his nostrils, the sound almost a wheeze. Fuck, he could smell you on them, the musky scent of your sex. Miguel can't contain the monster, his palm tracing over the outline of his cock. The fabric is stretched so thin against his dick that he can see it twitch, the engorged vein that extends across the arch of him evident in his reflection. 
"D-Dios-" Miguel moans softly, watching precum drip from his swollen tip onto the dark fabric of your underwear. Running his thumb over the head of his cock, Miguel smears his spend over the velvety skin and watches the muscles of his abdomen spasm with the intense pleasure that spidered across his nerves. 
"Oh fuck, pretty baby," he whispers, tracing the crescents arches of his nails over his clothed length, babbling to himself as he relishes your scent, imagining tasting you. "Want your pretty pussy on my face..."
Miguel's hand quickly grasps the mirror's frame, his knees threatening to collapse beneath the weight of his bliss. He's drooling precum now, steady dribbles leaking down into the elasticated waistband and trailing across his knuckles. Fuck fuck fuck– would you be as tight as your panties felt on him? Would you squeeze him like this? 
Pushing his thumb beneath the seam of your thong, Miguel lifts the waist of the lingerie upwards. Shuddering breaths heaved from his ribcage, bracing as he lets the stretchy band slip from his digit. 
It snaps back onto his pulsing cock with a 'crack', the stinging sensation from the impact rocking down the length of his spine as Miguel rubbed the flat of his palm across the flushed head. His jaw falls loose, vermillion irises rolling back into his skull.
"Hhah- fuuuckkk– gonna cum-" he choked out into the emptiness of his office, quickly snapping the fabric onto his length again. "Gonna fuckin' cum–"
Miguel's eyelids flutter, almost missing the lurch of his dick. Cum spurts from the tip, splattering across the reflective surface of the mirror, painting ribbons of creamy white across his bronzed skin. It seeps into the midnight blue of your panties, darker blotches oozing into the silk as he rocks his hips into his touch. 
When his exceptional vision finally rights itself, Miguel notes the tearstains that streak down his cheeks, wetness clinging to the ebony eyelashes that frame his dilated pupils. He heaves a shuddering exhale, letting out a hoarse scoff at the rakish vision of himself, smeared in cum and wearing his friend's panties. 
Despite the fizzling arousal that singed the edges of his nervous system, Miguel's mind continued to develop images of you. Forever unsatiated, it conjures the depiction of you sprawled across your bed with your cum stained panties balled up and stuffed in your mouth. Your jaw aching, eyebrows stitched together as Miguel's ludicrously thick cock sinks into your tight pussy. Would you tear up, back arching as you attempt to rock your hips further onto him despite the stretch?
Flopping into his desk chair, Miguel covers his eyes with his palm and feels his ravenous cock twitch under the soiled fabric once again. He was pretty confident he'd never return this thong now...
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why-i-love-comics · 1 month
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Night Thrasher #2 - "If You Don't Know, Now You Know" (2024)
written by J. Holtham art by Nelson Daniel & Matt Milla
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heckcareoxytwit · 1 month
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Things start to go wrong for O.G. (Elvin Haliday, formerly known as Rage), Night Thrasher and Silhouette. The police are not only arresting O.G and his gang, they nearly arrested Night Thrasher as they claim that they don't need his help. It seems that the police are still anti-vigilante.
This whole thing is confusing. Instead of O.G., who is the real bad guy? Maybe it's the corrupt system or whatever. Who knows what it would be in this shitty writing....
Night Thrasher v2 #2, 2024
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evilhorse · 2 months
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The New Warriors #23
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Robbie works out that Darkling is just controlling people like puppets... and so Firestar just goes supernova and the flash is enough to break everyone's hold.
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comicwaren · 1 day
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“You wanna leave? Then just get in that grave already!” -- Silhouette
Cover art for Night Thrasher Vol. 2 #003, “Can I Kick It?”
Art by Alan Quah
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