Rating the New Champions Variant Covers
So marvel recently revealed a bunch of Varient Covers of "What if every hero had a sidekick/youth counterpart" and while I love most of the designs, some definately are better then others
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I hate the Vision Design and I dont know why. Something just feels fundamentally off about it/ Maybe its the fact its a pitch white, skintight 8 year old? Maybe its the posing? The Debris? IDK Man is feels weird.
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#20
These two get paired together for a single reason
It's just Billy and Teddy. I love Billy and Teddy, their some of the only actual Gay Men in Marvel, but come one guys. Certainly you can do a young Dr. Strange and Young Hulk thats different? Strange goes higher if only because I like the art more, the Young Hulk I just dislike entirely
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Speaking of uninspired, the only reason Miles is above Billy & Teddy is that at least shes a different gender then her mainline counterpart. Other then that its probably the laziest design here. Also, you may notice the webbing seems off, that will be a recurring trend here where limbs or background elements were layered improperly or something.
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I actually really like this character design. It looks like a fun character in a superhero elementry school spin-off book. The only issue um... thats Storm. Its the next gen Storm and she's white. That's basically my only issue, and why shes above the 3 I actively somewhat dislike designwise, but... Storm is one the premiere Black Superheros. Having her next gen counterpart be white feels so weird. I
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On one hand, I can 100% see normal Deadpool wearing this. On the other, the My Boy adds way to much charm for me to rate it with the other uninspired ones, and at least I dont feel like its whitewashing anything. We are at the point where I'd unironically love to see any of these designs in a book, even if its an Elseworld instead of main universe one.
#16
Teen Female Wolverine has been done to death, but I do like how this one goes for a more monstrous Angle compared to Laura and Gabby. The tattered, beast up costumes, beastial feet, large Ponytail giving off the deelling of a mane, nasty looking teeth, and BONE CLAWS very much makes it feel more like a feral forest mutant then the more clean, assassin design Laura had.
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The big thing I like here is it isn't a reimagining of Carol Danvers current, captain marvel outfit, but her Miss Marvel ones. We already have Kamala for a new gen version of Carols current design, so a reimigining of the old one, in a way that doesn't feel super fetishy is nice. First I thought it was a dude, but it might be a girl? Unsure.
#14
I really love this design, but it doesn't really scream Black Panther... and I honestly dont care. I love bright colors, makes my brain go byr, and the fact she has a completely different powerset most likely intrigues me.
#13
I have a weakness for fishpeople of all types ok? I find the designs naturally appealing. Even still, Starlord's Chibi Starfish Successor is neat, but not amazing. The ideas done a lot better later on.
#12
He looks like he is having so much fun with his Mentor. I also like how, unlike everyone else, Black Cat's Apprentice is kinda chubby. I don't know man he just seems like he'd be a fun guy to hang out with at college.
#11
Whats better then a succesor to one hero? a Succesor to TWO HEROES! The Captain America Succesor I feel very much has some elements of Wasp design, and I always am down for High Tech Wingspans even if they weren't intentionally going for it.
#10
Instead of being the Scarlet witch they made her the Magenta Witch. All in all I just really like the sorta sorceror design, especially the chosen color scheme. Also ghostly mystical fire is fun you should follow it into the swamp.
#9
Listen I love this design. Its in the top 10 for a reason but man... that arm. Every time I see the image I cant help but notice how insanely small his arm is, like he was supposed to have both arms resting but they decided "Have him twirl a stake so people know its blade."
#8
Moon Squire is here to kick ass and pass third grade math! I just like the Cowl mixed with baseball cap design lol. Moon Knight always fucking kills it with the drip though so im not surprised.
#7
A Friend told me It's Gwen Tennyson cosplaying Magneto and now I cant not see it. I do like that shes implied to have a different powerset then Eric as well, always fun when they did that.
#6
The better Chibi Venom. Only missed the top 5 since I dont think he'd be able to carry a book as the main protag, he is the perfect sidekick though. Just this mildly creepy cutie pootie handing with the fairly creepy Symbiote. After Extreme Venomverse shouldn't be surprised the Venom varient is amazing, but I am suprised thats the direction they went.
#5
If Next Gen Storm and Next Gen Moon Knight are in the Elementary School book, Wee-Hulk is the main god damn character. She's just a very fun little kid hulk, I especially love how shes doing the Iconic "She-Hulk holds a Car Above her head" pose with an electric scooter.
#4
Listen, Non-Binery Latin America Iron Man with the Criminally Underused Grey Armor design is great. They gpt Green Hair, Pronouns, and the backing of Americas #1 Arms Dealer, ready to take on the world!
#3
The Thing has become one of them Yancy Street Kids, and the Fantastic Four are his gang. I just love the design, Spiky Rock person is always a favorite of mine.
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Miku Ghost Rider. On Roller Skates. With a fucking Hellfire Flail. I am imagining she has an entire like, Magical Girl Transformation Sequence whenever she transforms, just with a lot more demons and fire then normal.
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Listen, I get it. Legs dont bend like that. She is objectively less creative then the last 3 or 4. But, I like Crows. I like Ravens. I like Thor. And this Thor looks like she wont take any of Odins BS when he goes shit dad mode.
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OC Showcase! [ Furry Edition ]
I hope you guys enjoy this small batch of OC's of mine!! I have TONS more, but Tumblr will only let me post so much XD
[ Post requested by @blocked-zombieartist!! ]
Cutter Candy (Originally named Cutton Condy, and was a gift from a friend! though I don't remember who </3)
Forren (an OC I made in Fer.al! he looks spooky cause he's just silly like that X3)
LSD (originally made for a roleplay where drugs, chemicals, etc were personified how we imagined them! it barely went anywhere though </3)
Obey (originally made as an SCP OC! he has lots of neat stuff about him but i'd have to go looking through a handful of channels to find it all LOL)
Hesoris (a galaxyspace OC! his name is a mix of Hesperos and Moris :3)
(First piece is a gift from an old friend of mine!)
Dawn (an MLP Changeling OC that regularly disguised as a Kirin! and her partner in crime, Dexter who was one of my old friend's OC's)
(Art piece by an old friend <3)
Miiky (originally named Melancholy. I'm not sure his original purpose, but he's a silly little guy and i love him lots <33)
R.A.M (Random Access Memory) (an edgy furry OC turned silly guy!! a weird sticky liquid electricity constantly flows from his bandaged eye)
Casey (originally named Cinnamon! she's a living chocolate rabbit like in those easter packages! yes, she can be eaten and regenerate her body)
Cat-Putt Piorum (silly little gradient OC who's a dual-tailed fox and an alien!)
(also, have a WIP drawing i'll likely never finish where i was gonna lightly redesign him X3)
Hypryst (kinda pronounced like High Priest! he doesn't really have an origin point, but I originally created him because of @vivalaplxto's OC's Mac and Exavior X3)
Khroma (a self-indulgent Sonic OC that has WAY too much going on LMAO, he's basically the embodiment of "be cringe, be free" <3)
StarLord (originally a Doctor Who companion OC that I made with my friend Shadow!)
(secondary image is what he's originally based off of, the OG creator of the image is fine with his existence!)
Jessie (a Minecraft OC originally based off of a skin i saw! though I have no clue where the skin is or how to find it TwT)
Truxby (an OC originally gifted to me by someone whom I don't remember </3 i really need to draw him more LOL)
Thresh (a thresher shark OC originally made for my friend's mini-universe! a very silly guy who I still love to bits despite the negative emotions attached to him now <3)
Daivat (an orca OC! same origin as Thresh :3)
and lastly,
Aspect Ratio! (a skibidi toilet OC I originally made to pair with my ex-boyfriend's OC named Ace! he also has negative emotions attached to him now, but I still love my little cinemaman silly so much <3)
(secondary image drawn by my ex-boyfriend!)
I have tons more OC's, like TONS more, but Tumblr only allows 30 images per post XD
I hope you guys like them all!!
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A while back, I came across a tw post about 'StarLord Steve Harrington', and decided to make a fic.
The first thing I wrote was this.
The only context you need here is that Steve disappeared in '85 and is currently on a space adventure with the Guardians.
It's been a year since anyone last saw him.
Summary:
Steve forgets how to breathe.
That, that couldn't be Joyce's voice, could it?
[Or: A year later, Steve gets a chance to call home].
Stranger Things & Guardians of the Galaxy crossover, Steve Harrington-centric
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Gamora is the one who insists that he tries again.
Steve doesn't want to. He still hasn't recovered from the overwhelming disappointment that crushed him when no one responded to his first attempt, to his second; but Gamora has learned many of his silly Earth phrases now, and when she tells him all too earnestly that "Third time's the charm", Steve can recognize the pride in her posture. She's subtly proud of remembering an Earth phrase, of being able to use it, and it's not so much the phrase itself as the fact that it's Earthly and therefore important to Steve.
She does that a lot. Clinging to insignificant details to show her appreciation.
For her, for the indescribable affection they feel for each other, Steve steers the ship into the quadrant for the third time in a few weeks and tries again.
Will's drawing is in his hand, flipped over. In sloppy handwriting, because that kid can draw amazingly but his handwriting is a mess, is the phone number that Steve has already memorized but it brings him comfort to see written down.
Underneath the number is a smiley face scrawled, a "Call soon!" underlined.
Steve calls.
The holographic screen changes to blue as he puts in the coordinates of his galaxy, the specifics of Earth. There is no image to see, Earth technology is not advanced enough for audio-visual communication, but there is a line on the screen, one that should warp, rise and fall with the cadence of a voice if someone responds.
By the third tone, he is sure no one will respond.
It's not, it's not a bad thing. Steve can come back to this quadrant anytime he wants, pay the Krylorian who runs this stinking bar to let him use his communication system again. Maybe next time he'd dare to call home, though he's convinced no one would answer there, or he could try trying another variation of Dustin's number, he can't remember the last digit, but by trial and error, he's sure he almost has it.
So it's not a bad thing, he already knew this was a possibility. He doesn't even know what he could tell any of the Byers, if they're even aware he's missing.
It's not a bad thing, even though he had been hopeful at the thought of hearing the voice of someone he knew for the first time after so long.
"It's okay, Steve."
He has stopped looking at the screen. His head is bent toward the floor, where small drops have begun to fall (oh, he's crying, is he?), and he feels Gamora's hand on his shoulder. He knows she's regretting her insistence, and he wants to tell her that at least they tried, that it would probably be worse if they hadn't because he wouldn't stop thinking about it, believing he blew an opportunity. He wants to tell her it's okay, really. But Steve is tired, homesickness weighs on his body and the words won't come out of his mouth no matter how hard he tries to force them. He's so tired. He just wants...
He wants to wake up after an impromptu sleepover, throw a pillow at Robin and yell at her that they're late for work. He wants Dustin to interrupt his shift with a too-big smile, a request on the tip of his tongue that Steve will complain about but end up agreeing to. He wants to offer Max a ride in his car, let her choose the music because she doesn't need them to talk, just for someone to be there, and Steve wants to be there for her. He wants to practice basketball with Lucas on the weekend, forget about his looks and be a sweaty, disheveled mess because they're having fun, even if Erica calls them losers from the comfy corner where she watches them. He wants to meet Mike at the store, ignore when the jerk's nose wrinkles in disgust at the sight of him and think that someday he'll get along with him.
He wants to see Jane, Will. He wants to know how they're doing in their new home, to visit them too. He wants to see Nancy, Jonathan, and Joyce.
A little bit he wants to see his parents too.
He wants that distant movie night. He wants to go home.
"-lo? ello-...? Hello?"
For a second, he thinks he's misheard. A delusion of his afflicted mind, he thinks, a distraction to his pathetic self-pity. Perhaps, more likely, it's someone from the bar.
He lifts his head slowly, a few strands of hair falling over his eyes, but that doesn't stop him from being able to see the screen, the line warping on the screen.
Steve forgets how to breathe.
That, that couldn't have been Joyce's voice, could it?
"Hello? Is anyone there?"
There's a lump in his throat. It can't be her voice, can it?
Is it, is it Joyce?
Disbelief, hope hits him with the force of an asteroid.
"Hello?"
Earlier, he had spoken to Joyce on the phone a total of three times. The first time was after the tunnels, when her motherly instinct urged her to call him, to ensure his well-being and invite him to the Byers house at any time. The second was an unexpected request to watch Will, one he gladly accepted. The third time was just days after they moved in, he had wanted to make sure they were okay (they were, Joyce anyway appreciated his concern).
Those three calls shouldn't be enough for Steve to claim it was her, but it was. Something in his chest screamed that it was her, it was her, her, her.
"Prank calls are no fun. Please don't bother again."
Suddenly, unexpectedly like this, the call cuts off. It feels a bit like the ground has opened up beneath him.
Steve had been hopeful, yes. He had daydreamed more than once about hearing the voice of someone he knew from before. But at the same time, he hadn't been hopeful.
His home was far away, Earth being too primitive for good communication. And even if they had come to this planet specifically for functioning as a giant antenna and being known for allowing communication with any corner of the universe, that meant nothing, still it might not be able to reach Earth.
At least, that was the excuse he had used so far, because then he still had a chance, he just... had to find a place with better range. He preferred to think that to the fact that the Byers might have changed their phone number.
So yes, Steve had been hopeful, because more than anything he wanted to hear from his loved ones, but he hadn't been too hopeful.
Steve had not been prepared to hear Joyce's voice.
Nor is he prepared when he no longer hears it.
Anguish blooms in his chest, as does despair. Joyce was there, there, and Steve could say nothing. This call was all he wanted, and he wasted it.
Fingers trembling, he dials again. The grip on his shoulder tightens, Gamora looks at him intently.
The call doesn't make it to the second ring before it's answered.
"Whoever you are, stop bothering."
His pulse pounds in his ears. That, that wasn't Joyce.
That one sounded like...
Like
"Go do something productive with your life, kid. I'm hanging up now."
Hopper?
"No!"
It's not, it's not Steve who refuses. It is Gamora, who looks between him and the communicator with some desperation.
Gamora, who has saved him, watched his back so many times that she doesn't even hesitate to do it again.
Steve wants to thank her, but he can't, because his head is still reeling with the fact that it's Hopper, who is supposed to be dead, but is alive, because he has just answered the call and and,
"Who is this?"
"Hopper?" Steve finds his voice, but it's wrong because it's small, unsure. Gamora is looking at him, probably hearing him like this for the first time, far from the role of the fearless, goofy leader he plays for the Guardians, and he can't worry about that. "Hopper."
There's a deep inhale from the other end of the communicator.
"Kid?" The question is full of tentative surprise and sounds too much like the former Hawkins police chief. If this is a dream or something, he doesn't want to wake up.
"Hopper, Hopper, you-, you son of a bitch, you're alive." There's a surprised laugh from the other side, and he can almost picture Hopper's face right now. God, God, thank you.
"Harring-, Steve "
He hears commotion through the communicator, little thumps, and what he assumes is the phone being ripped from the other man's hands, then-.
"Steve, honey, is that you?"
Joyce, Joyce, Joyce.
He felt new tears fall down his face. Maybe it wasn't something he should mention, or even acknowledge, but sometimes, when the space was too big, too dark, when he needed something to hold on to, something to keep from going crazy, Steve remembered the Christmas dinner of '84.
The whole dinner was a good memory; they had celebrated it all together in the Byers' house, and although things were a little awkward with Nancy and Jonathan, they had had an amazing time. However, what Steve really remembered with special fondness was the hug Joyce had given him.
It was unexpected, but he never felt so safe, so loved as when she came to wrap her arms around him. The warm feeling in his chest he could still feel to this day.
It probably meant something that he would cherish the memory of Joyce hugging him much more than any interaction with his mother.
He would give anything to have a little of what the Byers siblings had.
"Yes, yes. Hi." He lets out a small watery laugh, his hands trying to wipe away his tears.
"Hi, honey, hi." Joyce's voice sounds watery too, and so, so warm, full of affection for him. "Where have you been, Steve? We, the kids-, we missed you, Steve. We thought that..."
"I know, I'm sorry, but" He doesn't know, but he can imagine. "Can we get back to the fact that Hopper is alive?"
Maybe he shouldn't focus on that, but fuck, sue him, Hopper is alive. He can still feel the awe in his bones. His death had hurt too much, he was finally coming to terms with the other man's attempts to make his way into his life, maybe allow him to be his questionable father figure like he seemed to want to be, and then, then Starcourt and the Russians happened, and Steve had lost something important before he even had it.
He hears Hopper's little laugh, a snort from Joyce. If he strains, he can imagine them standing as close as possible, she with the phone in her hands so they could both listen. Surely Hopp's arm is across the smaller woman's shoulders. God, they sound good and happy. He wants to see them so, so badly.
He watches Gamora, an excited, surprised smile on his face. She looks at him fondly, smiling slightly.
"Yes, honey, yes. Can you believe it? This dumb-..."
An explosion shakes the ground. His hand flies to Gamora's shoulder and she grabs his forearm, holding each other to keep from falling.
The door separating them from the rest of the bar blows apart, and immediately Rocket bursts through it, one of his weapons in hand.
"We have to go, now!"
"What?"
Panic crawls up his throat. He watches Gamora speed towards their partner, her Godslayer already in hand.
"What's going on?" she roars. Distantly, he notes that she is furious. "He finally got through to his family!"
Rocket, who had been glaring at the woman, turns in his direction. His ears drop a little at the sight of him, Steve must be a sight to behold with all the crying, and then he rubs his head angrily as he grits his teeth.
"Shit, I'm sorry, Harrington. But we gotta go." Rocket looks guilty, annoyed for taking this moment away from him. "Someone gave our location and some bounty hunters are here."
Through the now shattered door, he can see small explosions and gunshots. There are a lot of screams, but the ones that stand out the most are Drax's, who must be bravely taking on any enemy he comes across.
And they have too many enemies. Trep-D4 is too close to this planet, and if its inhabitants learn of their presence...
Shit, shit.
They must leave.
"Steve?! Steve! What's going on?!" Joyce is screaming, she sounds terrified, desperate. He wonders how much of what is happening on his side she heard. Guilt curls in his chest.
Gamora is looking at him, but her eyes are sad. She, too, knows they must leave. He closes his eyes for a second.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." His throat is clogged, he doesn't want to leave, each word destroying his heart a little. "I'm sorry, I have to go."
"Wait, Steve, what's going on? Where are you?! " He wants to tell her, he wants to tell her so many things, and he can't. He will disappoint her, and knowing that hurts even more.
"Where are you, kid? I'll come to get you, just tell me where you are." Hopper sounds so determined, so willing to go through the world for him, and that's enough to make his eyes mist over in tears. For a second, he wants to be under the illusion that he will, that Hopper will do the impossible to bring him back.
"I'm sorry." He repeats, the words broken by anguish because that illusion cannot last. "I have to go, I'm sorry. I'll-, I'll try to call back."
"Stev-...!"
The call ends with a wave of his hand. As his helmet slides over his face he can't help but savor the words he meant to say, the "I love you's" buried in his throat. That would have been too much, wouldn't it?
Maybe next time.
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