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my-writings-and-musings · 3 years

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Hello! I don’t know if you’re still doing this prompt but how about the Oxygen Loss but with either Rung or Ratchet? I’m not sure how you would do Ratchet, maybe he’s away from the Med Bay at the time the LL is being attacked?

I've got some of my favorite bot Rung for you, and Ratchet is in part five listed below! Let's have some angst with the good phsychiatrist!

Part One: Here!

Part Two: Here!

Part Three: Here!

Part Four: Here!

Part Five: Here!

Part Six: Here!

Part Seven: Here!

Part Eight: Here!

Part Nine: Here!

Part Ten: You're Here!

Part Eleven: Here!

Part Twelve: Here!

Rung

·Perhaps being human just made one think differently from Cybertronians in the most unusual of ways, but you truly never understood how anyone could forget the lovable phsychiatrist, though you have quite a few unique reasons to remember him. While he's actually rather sociable and energetic, the two of you most often enjoy relaxing together in his office. Today you're doing just that by chatting away about the various pieces of earth media you think he'll enjoy. Whether or not he actually ends up having interest in any of them, he takes great pleasure in discussing your suggestions. Not only does it give him a better glimpse into earth and the culture of its inhabitants, but it also allows him to hear about your own tastes in entertainment, and that alone could keep his interest for days. Just hearing you talk about yourself so happily is a delight.

·Unfortunately the fun times are interrupted by an emergency broadcast, one the two of you are equally baffled to find is little more than a garble of indecipherable warnings and instructions. Before any kind of explanation can be requested, the line goes off completely, fading out to silence that doesn't even register static. Having served on many ships in the past, Rung has theories straight away as to what could be going on, and they vary from trivial to concerning. For this though, he wants to err on the side of caution. That means getting somewhere safe. If something is indeed wrong, he explains, help can always be found in a number of key locations. Considering where his room is, he knows the closest safe place is the medical bay.

·Wanting to be wary but not panicked, Rung admittedly struggles over whether or not to get moving. Though he doesn't say why, you know one of his biggest fears is being unable to protect you, something he worries he can't do being adverse to combat. A small smile of encouragement naturally lights up your features as you lay a hand on his. You promise him you trust his judgement no matter what. A look of gratitude is knocked off his face when his whole office trembles, and it's replaced entirely with a look of terror as the ship gives a mighty buck, sending your tiny body flying. An athletic dive saves you from crashing into anything, and instead you find yourself held in a pair of trembling hands when the world levels out. On his knees and quite frazzled from the jolt, the first thing Rung does is ask if you're okay, and he lets out a sigh of relief when you confirm you are.

·The incident gives him the impetus to make up his mind; the two of you are going to head for more secure territory. In agreement despite being so frazzled, you let him take the lead and try to convey just how grateful you are to have him at your side for all of this, holding onto his digits as he prepares to get moving. There's so much obvious planning in the processor behind his furrowed brows you can practically hear the metaphorical wheels turning. He wants to be ready for any possibility, so much so that he grabs his rarely used combat staff from the corner. Despite the circumstances, your heart actually flutters a little; to you he's always looked quite dashing wielding the weapon.

·There's silence when he enters the hallway at last, and it drives him to hug you to his chest in a move that comforts himself just as much as he hopes it comforts you. It certainly helps you feel secure, as the move puts you right beside his spark, one that leaves no doubt as to its status as brightest on the ship. A soft and melodic humming seems to pass straight through his chestplate at all times. Pressing against him, you let the sound soothe the tension from your much smaller body. Even if you can hardly protect him from much of anything, you hope he feels a bit safer in your company, though he's hardly struggling to move boldly through the ship. From a distance one might have even missed the light tremble in his frame.

·Scared as he might be, he's faced situations similar to this before, and came out with the knowledge that it's best to move as he is now; quickly, but quietly, so as to avoid being taken by surprise. However, he had the aid of his natural resilience to get him through past situations alive. Incredible healing abilities have always been a literal life saver, but now, the fact that only he would be saved... The thought of recovery is just as agonizing as any wound when he thinks of you not being there when the physical pain faded. Fear of such an outcome makes him freeze when the first sound of movement meets his audials; there's something rather large nearby, and it isn't an Autobot. Nor is it a Decepticon, further inspection tells him when he listens intently, as he can hear how unnaturally it moves even from his makeshift hiding spot. It has to be one of the attacking forces.

·Rung looks down as you hold your breath, having heard the same sound and doing your best to make sure the alien doesn't find either of you. For an instant you're both left frozen and the air is tense enough to feel as if it's smothering you. Scouting the situation as best he can, the small mech takes note of the fact he only has one usable path to the medical bay from this position, as any other course would require a great deal of backtracking there simply isn't time for. The only viable way forward is this one, and as there's only a single enemy... Looking down at you one final time let's him make a decision. This has to be done, for your sake, and he quickly sets you down in an open yet depowered electrical hatch, one likely left this way by a bot abandoning it in the midst of some maintenance. Hopefully it will keep you safe...

·You know what he's doing when Rung whispers for you to stay down and make a run for it should things "end poorly", but you don't even get a chance to try and stop him, the fear in his optics all but breaking your heart as he disappears from view. Alone in the hatch, a million thoughts storm in an attempt to form a plan. Being so tiny leaves you very few options... Yet a forgotten tool, some kind of Cybertronian screwdriver, opens up a slew of dangerous possibilities. What you assume to be adrenaline fills you so fast you get dizzy, but you don't let that stop you as the makeshift weapon is clenched between your shaking hands. Unbeknownst to you, Rung executes his first attack at the same instant, finishing off an impressive ambush with a ferocious stab intended to end a fight before it can begin.

·Rung isn't surprised when his attack merely staggers his opponent; just dissapointed as the brute turns to retaliate. Bloodied weapon in hand, he simply doesn't have the reflexes to avoid the hit that comes next, though he does manage to land a small puncture wound as a powerful blow slams him against a wall. As he is pinned by the overwhelming weight of a much larger being, he can only think about you... The weapon is immobile in his hand, as useless as he knows he is, and he prays this commotion will at least enable you to escape. Pressure hard enough to crack his armor suspends any thoughts beyond pain as the alien goes in for the kill. Only, it's interrupted by a very unexpected attack at the base of one of its legs, one that staggers it as something tiny and very sharp is stabbed as deep as it can go... by you.

·There's no time to celebrate before a reflexive kick sends you sprawling, your tiny body rolling across the ground from a mere glancing blow. Between the window of opportunity and the glaring rage on your behalf, it's all Rung needs to turn the tide of battle. Though he's sloppy from anger and pain, his staff finds a weak point and the bladed end sinks deep, sending the gargantuan being toppling like a gigantic tree. Before the thud has finished echoing Rung is by your side, kneeling on a visibly damaged leg to look you over. Despite the strength of what hit you, there's something off in how bleary you are as his face spins above you, as if the world is slipping away. Your injured partner can see it too. In fact, anyone could see you're struggling just to breathe, and that sends a chill through his spark. Whether or not this level of incoherencey makes any sense for your manner of injury, he doesn't have time to ask questions, needing to get you somewhere safe instead. All he takes the time for is to plead that you remain awake.

·Before he can damage his leg further by attempting to struggle into a standing position, luck arrives in the form of a squadron of armed bots, who heard the sound of combat and came to investigate. The sight of the ship's tiny phsychiatrist and the hulking alien he obviously killed makes most of their jaws drop. In a rare loss of composure, Rung begs them to take you to the medical bay as fast as possible, tears hidden only by his lenses. Slipping out of consciousness while you're lifted by dexterous hands, you can only be glad he'll be okay, and that despite your tiny size you made a difference... A quick thinking bot heeds the instructions and carts you off for treatment. Rung can only pray help will be given in time, and as he's helped along after you the bitter sense of failure hurts worse than any injury; how could he be so worthless as to let you down in this of all moments?

·The feeling is not at all relieved when he arrives for care of his own and is told that you'll live, only because the true cause of your sudden deterioration strikes him hard. You were suffocating, tiny organic body failing from a lack of critical resources, and yet you'd been forced to save him. Did this mean he had hurt you more than anything else today, because he'd been unable to handle himself, making you waste precious oxygen and energy? As soon as he's patched up he requests to stay alone by your side, which is rather difficult due to how many bots want to praise his efforts in taking down an enemy. Their intentions are at least appreciated. Yet he's left to agonize as he waits for you to stir, removing his glasses so he can hold his head in his hands while the emotions overwhelm him.

·Upon waking, it's hard to ignore the fact that most of your body hurts in one way or another, particularly in a few stretches of your arms and legs where bruises will no doubt be blossoming soon. Yet the mask on your face is what really gives you pause, especially as you open your eyes to see the interior of a medical bay suite. A familiar dash of copper catches your attention before you can think too hard. Rung is just beside you, yet you can't tell if he's awake or powered down by the way his helm is leaning so heavily against his palm. The question is answered as soon as you stir, and his usually bright optics snap open to reveal an exhausted grey. Despite the visible anguish, he smiles as soon as he sees you, reaching forward to brush your cheek as he softly says your name. Static blurs his voice into an uncharacteristic croak.

·A tad bit accustomed to worried minds in confusing situations, he gently relays what led to you being here, trying to remain neutral but slipping in a bit of self admonishment as he gets to his failed defensive effort. The memories flood back despite the injuries you suffered and the lack of oxygen in the moment. A far different scene comes back in your mind's eye, one of a mech valiantly charging into a fight just to give you a chance at escape, and you take hold of his digit despite the pain of moving your arm. When he tries to stop the action you cut him off gently, saying that he's not just the reason you're alive, he was the source of your own burst of courage that resulted in you saving his life. Your love for each other is why you're both here to live another day.

·The devotion in your words takes him by total surprise. For all the adoration he has for you, he's not even accustomed to being remembered by anyone, let alone treasured. Honest as can be, he can only silently wipe away a few happy tears as he requests you forgive him for the self imposed criticism. Smiling back, you promise to do so, and to always help him remember that he's worth all the love you have for him. With tenderness only he could possess, Rung leans down to leave a soft kiss on the side of your head in silent thanks. There simply aren't words for the happiness you give him even in the hardest times...

#transformers #maccadam #mtmte #more than meets the eye #lost light #idw #tf #my writing #my asks #anon #rung #rung x reader #human reader #self insert #requests

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jasontoddiefor · 4 years

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The beginning of the Tiny Emperor Luke AU Alternatively: Vader goes to Tatooine and has his first break down of many.

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The anger had been boiling beneath his skin ever since they had left Coruscant. The memory of kneeling in front of his Master had twisted and broken into a thousand different instances Skywalker had been too weak to conquer his enemies and turn them to dust. Even now, as the ship fell out of hyperspace, he could hear his Master’s words haunting him, feel the lightning crack over the wounds Kenobi had left on his body.

“We are approaching Tatooine, Lord Vader,” the navigator stated as if Vader wouldn’t be able to pick out Tatooine amongst a hundred planets on sight alone. “The palace of Jabba the Hutt has given permission for you to land. The next course is already set and we will proceed without you then.”

Tatooine.

Vader knew what he was doing here and it had absolutely nothing to do with politics and everything with the Emperor seeing it fit to punish him for his latest transgression. Like the Jedi, the Emperor had seen it fit to muzzle him, take any inquiries to his reign as a personal insult. The chains around his ankles were heavy, dragged him down into the sand. Being sent to Tatooine was supposed to serve as a harsh reminder of who he used to be and who he still was, the possession of a Master he was better off not disobeying.

“Do not disappoint the Emperor without my leadership,” Vader said before he promptly turned around and made his way to the ship hanger.

He was supposed to negotiate with Jabba on the Empire’s use of hyperlanes since he had been so successful with it the last time. The last time he also hadn’t been clinging to his rage alone, his body in severe need of maintenance, yet another thing the Emperor had denied him as a punishment. He was to talk to that pest of a slug first before he was given off time to heal at Mustafar while his men were sent halfway across the galaxy to fight a completely senseless battle guaranteed to become a slaughter. His crew would need replacements, more spies for the Emperor to send abroad his ship.

By the time Vader was landing his ship on Tatooine’s sands, he had managed to regulate his anger enough to avoid setting Jabba’s palace on fire the moment he set his eyes on it. Two guards and an almost ruined protocol droid greeted him.

“Lord Vader, we welcome you to the palace of the great Jabba,” the protocol droid chattered away.

Vader ignored it and marched past the gates, not waiting for the hired guards to lead him in. He wanted to get off this planet as soon as possible, rid himself of the dust already beginning to cling to his damaged skin.

It reminded him of all the times Skywalker was forced to race as a child, crashed to the ground with sand filling his nostrils and mouth, depriving him of air in the most painful way of drowning. Choking on water, on life, could never be as cruel as your lungs filling with stone.

Thankfully, Jabba’s palace was cleaner, likely due to the many slaves he kept. He flaunted his wealth and acquisitions, paraded them around like decor.

The protocol droid that had been waiting for him now rushed to Jabba’s side as the crime lord began to speak.

“The mighty Jabba greets you, Lord Vader,” the protocol droid translated.

Vader would snort if he could. The droid’s translations were quite loose, entirely ignoring the insults that didn’t translate well into basic.

“The Empire thanks you for your kind welcoming, great Jabba. The Emperor is the most pleased to hear you are considering opening your hyperlanes,” Vader told Jabba, the words sounding horribly rehearsed in his mind.

This was not Vader’s doing. He’d never speak to a Hutt. They ought to be slaughtered, put down and cut into pieces, disposed off like trash. Vader could negotiate, bargain and haggle like the best of them when he wanted to, but they didn’t deserve it. No slaver did.

“The powerful Jabba has a gift for you, a sign of goodwill, so that the negotiations may start on a positive note,” the droid continued. “Bring the child.”

One of Jabba’s many slaves, an already elder Twi’lek woman, bowed and hurried off. Only moments later she returned with a small human child trailing behind her, being pulled along by the guards. The boy couldn’t be older than ten and every step seemed to pain him, no surprise really going by the heavy chains wrung around his neck and wrists and how blue his ankles were. It seemed excessive for a child of such a delicate built.

“This is a Jedi child for you, personally, found hidden in the desert.”

A Force-sensitive child on this Force-forsaken hell pit was interesting, but overall not all that important. It was certainly not enough to buy Jabba the advantage he was aiming for, not with how much Vader despised this planet.

“Given the benefits the Empire would grand you, one would expect a greater gift,” Vader said.

Could he speak properly, he knew his tone would be scathing, but the respirator made it sound flat. This was perhaps one of those few brief moments he had almost accepted the machine inserted in his throat.

“Yes, yes, but this gift is just for you Lord Vader. Introduce yourself, child!” The Hutt snarled where the droid only fearfully intoned.

The boy’s eyes were unfocused. The child was completely out of it, likely from the blood loss. His clothes were covered by an excessive amount of it, the blood couldn’t belong to him alone or he’d be dead already.

“I have no use for a child,” Vader finally said.

The boy might make a good Inquisitor still, but Vader wasn’t too keen on handing the Emperor yet another tool that could be sharpened to cut his own throat.

“No, you will want this one, I am sure,” Jabba insisted. “I met his father himself, Jedi plague that he was. Get that child to speak!”

One of the guards smacked the boy across the cheek, harsh enough that it probably would have sent him flying if not for the older woman holding him steady. She bowed down too, brushed his hair out of his face, as gently as she was allowed to in these circumstances.

"The desert is coming soon, dear one,” the woman said. “Tell me your name, I’ll remember it.”

The boy leaned towards the woman’s half-embrace.

“’m Luke Skywalker,” the boy breathed, his voice was barely above a whisper, but to Vader it sounded like someone was screaming.

“See?” Jabba proclaimed gleefully. “A Jedi child, as promised.”

The walls of the room began to crack, deep tears slowly tore them apart.

“What lies,” Vader snarled like krayt dragon, howled like a storm, “are you spreading, you pathetic bastard!”

He deserved nothing less than death, slow torture, his skin being stripped off his body, layer by layer, forcing him to bleed while he watched his kingdom burn. Vader reached up with his hand, grabbing Jabba’s throat with the Force as all around him Mustafar reigned supreme. The bounty hunters raised their weapons to shoot him, laughable attempts at stopping him from taking his revenge.

Jabba would pay for his transgressions, for his lies, his attempt at deceiving Vader, for making him think the child of-

“-Anakin, child of Shmi,” the boy said, entirely unaware of his surroundings as his voice broke more and more. “I’m freeborn, I’m free, you can’t take me, you can’t-“

The boy tore at his chains again and Vader felt like his Master was tearing at his- no- the boy’s, the child who knew of Anakin, who knew the name of Shmi Skywalker, raised on Tatooine- those chains they were not-

They weren’t Vader’s chains, they belonged to the child. All the torture Vader had been exposed to ever since he stepped on Tatooine were but shallow echoes of the child’s agony. He was broadcasting in the Force and Vader had picked up on it, a connection snapping into place.

(“A short name, something that rolls quickly off your tongue because Skywalker is such a long name already.”

“Wait, the baby gets my last name? Who decided that?”

“Your wife, my dear-“)

His name was Luke Skywalker and he was Vader’s. It should be impossible, but Vader knew it. He felt it in the Force, a truth so bright and perfect it threatened to shatter his mind.

His baby, his child, his son, still breathing, still alive and enslaved like his father had been, as if his mother’s blood was worth nothing.

Vader closed his fist and Jabba died, sinking into himself as all around them the screaming began. Vader didn’t care, he only had one goal. He had to get to his child, make sure he was safe, that he was alright, that he was real and his to keep.

The bounty hunters and all the other scum in Jabba’s halls were no threat to Vader and they’d never be again, soon lying on the ground like broken dolls, lifeless eyes staring into nothing.

The Twi’lek woman was clinging to his son, fear written all over her face as she pressed his child’s face to her chest so he wouldn’t see. The guards’ blood stood out against her skin and she was still holding onto his child, forcing Vader away from his son.

Vader raised his lightsaber to do away with her like all the others-

“Please,” she begged. “Master, please. We’ll do everything, I can dance, he’s just a child, we-”

Are just slaves.

He depowered his lightsaber.

“Give me my child,” Vader ordered. “Now.”

Slowly, she released her hold on his son and finally gave him to Vader. He couldn’t stand upright so he fell right into Vader’s arms, unconscious by now but still here.

He was so small. So frail.

Had anyone else found him, he would be dead or hold over Vader’s head like a bargaining chip. He couldn’t allow this. Nobody would hurt his son ever again. His child had been supposed to be raised in the Empire’s glory, knowing that all of this had been created for him.

“You will not lose a word about what happened here,” Vader told the Twi’lek woman, not bothering to even look at her. “Jabba was a traitor to the Empire and tried to have me killed. You will tell this to everyone who asks, nothing more and nothing less.”

“Y-yes, my Lord,” the woman stuttered.

“Then you have freed yourself. Go.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. With one last quick glance at his child, she ran off.

Vader slowly rose from his knees, Luke in his arms. He walked out of the palace on autopilot, mindful not to move his son and worsen his injuries. The coordinates for Mustafar were already in the system, they had to leave this planet immediately. His child wouldn’t spend another minute here.

Luke Skywalker, child of Anakin, child of Shmi.

His perfect son, enduring hell, but surviving despite it all. He was so strong, much more than he ever should have to be. Vader had been supposed to be at his side, protect him against all harm, but he hadn’t been there because of the Emperor.

The Emperor had told him that Padmé had died. He was a liar, the reason his son had suffered needlessly and he would pay for it with his life.

“Every planet,” Vader said as he carefully pushed a strand of hair out of his son’s face. He wondered which color his hair had, his eyes. Were they a soft brown like Padmé’s or had he inherited his own sky blue ones? “Every star, every single grain of sand, it’ll all be yours as it always should have been.”

His mother had whispered those words to him every night, promises of her love and adoration. She hadn’t been able to give him more than that and perhaps Vader hadn’t deserved even that, but Luke did. Everything Vader could give him and more.

“Everything,” Vader repeated. “It’ll all be yours. I promise.”

He would ensure it.

#tiny emperor luke au #star wars #Luke Skywalker #Anakin Skywalker #darth vader #may the fourth be with you #fanfic #have fun #this is 99% angst

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thewolfisawake · 5 years

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The Gorgon Sisters

While Medusa is the most well known by now, all the sisters were fearsome creatures in the time where the gods were more active. The daughters of primordial sea gods, they were beings that had lived on a secluded island. Stheno was the oldest and Euryale following after. The youngest and later to be infamous Medusa was the youngest and born during a time the sea was receding due to Poseidon being Poseidon (and they know it’s Poseidon because he’s the most unchill sea deity in their ranks). As result, it weakened both Ceto and the newborn Medusa, making her mortal.

Not having the immense power that her family held, Medusa would not survive living where the family did. As a result they could not keep Medusa with them. So she was brought by the tides to where man resided and raised there, only having hints of her lineage brought through what she called ‘songs of the sea.’ Medusa, still retaining the divine beauty and grace that a goddess would have, ended up an attendant of Athena. Like the legends, Poseidon came onto her and defiled her in Athena’s temple. And as a result, Medusa was turned to the monstrous appearance that is known.

Tossed to the sea, she was accosted by Poseidon for quite a while until her sisters came to her rescue, hearing of her punishment from the creatures of the ocean. While they wanted to be overjoyed to be able to have their sister return home, they were disheartened by the trauma Medusa went through to end up at this point. As such, Stheno and Euryale bore the burden with her, leading to their vicious visage and petrifying gaze. They returned to the island they resided to live in peace. Especially when they found out that Medusa is pregnant.

Unfortunately, some time after her return to the island was when the hero, Perseus, had come to the island and murdered Medusa in her sleep. This led to Stheno and Euryale hunting Perseus but he was able to escape through Hades’ Helm of Darkness. The sisters mourned Medusa, who had only just come to believe she was a place she could be safe, and it was the cries of Euryale that had brought spread hysteria and panic further and further the longer she cried. No one wanting another Orpheus had to send someone to ask her what she wanted in order to get her to stop...no one knows what the price was except Euryale and the god involved. But she stopped. However she left the island, unable to stay where her sister was slain. Stheno eventually left too, going to the underworld. While it was claimed where she felt a being like her could go, it’s believed she also was waiting for Perseus’ death.

Both of the sisters appear to take their sisters’ death graciously. Very graciously. Although it’s not unsurprising they do not have any like for Poseidon, who cost Medusa her immortality and traumatized her, nor Athena, who also traumatized Medusa, essentially planned her death, and uses their dead sister’s head on the shield she normally totes around. But they have not struck against the gods directly.

All three of the sisters have their own presence and ability but what they all share is the monstrous appearance that is shared amongst their legends. However it is not their ‘hideousness’ that kills them, it really is their eyes that cause petrification or paralysis, dependent on the will of the sister, and that their eyes draw people to look towards. From there it splinters.

Stheno is the eldest and known for her wrath. She is hates humanity and the affairs of the gods. She’s stayed in underworld because she enjoys those that face torment down there (and tormenting people down there). Most times she will outright murder rather than petrify and those she does turn to stone are normally destroyed in her fits of rage. She is feared not just for her viciousness but also because you will never know what she will be able to do to someone. Broadly aside from her physical strength and talons and teeth, Stheno is like an amalgamation of all creatures of the deep and like the underwater volcanoes themselves. Her gaze evokes the feeling of fear. It is domineering as if staring down someone you know you have wronged or when reluctantly accepting penance. She is like fire that threatens to melt you from the inside out, a volcano that exploding without regard for its consequences.

Euryale was known as the most emotional amongst her sisters and is the one that harbors the longest grudge of them all. No one has seen Euryale unless she feels like being found. She has been pulling slights for centuries but no one could ever prove it was her due to her elusive nature. Euryale is not likely to petrify her victims, instead opting to paralyze. Her voice, more specifically her cries, can cause uneasiness and terror into those that hear it and it only gets more powerful the longer it goes on. It isn’t done in the same capacity as the infamous Perseus incident anymore but it’s still used. Euryale is feared because she is a storm in all its facets...with the power storms entail. However her gaze evokes the feeling of serenity. Like coming into the embrace of a comfort or the feeling of falling asleep. She is a calmness, not unlike the eye of the storm, that will lure others into a security in her paralysis or petrification.

Medusa is the most tragic of all the sisters. She has been slain and has no ability to be brought back in the foreseeable future (aka, I don’t think I’ll bring her up but who knows, I’m fickle). Because of the circumstances of her birth, Medusa was very depowered compared to Euryale and Stheno. Her control of her petrification was not controlled, meaning she would just petrify mortals (doesn’t work on like her sisters and the like). But she wouldn’t destroy them, instead becoming more and more devastated by her status. However what Medusa did possess was good connection to seas and their inhabitants. While she was alive, her village was prosperous in fishing and it was rare fishermen were lost to the seas. She was favored by the waters and associated with allure. Her gaze was an extension of this as she evoked awe. Those that gaze upon her saw not her form but what they view as amazing and it was only when tearing away they would notice their fate and freak out. She is a siren’s song personified as she leads them to eternity as not just statues but treasury that led to hunts for her.

All gorgon-blooded--that is any descendant from the sisters--have some facets of the sisters in themselves. The second through fourth generation of descendants of the gorgons all were able to petrify but after that the ability waned until they could only paralyze (thus why the daughter of Stheno, Marika, can petrify and a long descended child of Euryale, Crowe, cannot). Their gazes cause the same feelings their ancestor does. In addition they do have healing blood and as such can heal from most internal wounds and wounds that involve blood. Also as offspring of primordial sea deities, offspring normally like water in some capacity with many living by a body of water. There’s also things exclusive to each sister’s bloodline below:

Stheno:

Have eyes like fire, usually gold or orange with warm-colored flecks that make it look like there’s a flame in motion with them.

Possess supernatural strength

Have an affinity towards dangerous beasts

Could be able to take dangerous traits of creatures of the sea (such as a jellyfish’s sting)

Euryale:

Have purple/blue eyes that are cool and embody more serene feeling to them.

Possess a voice that can cause unease or fear

Could be able to cause elements of a storm (gales of winds or lightning)

Medusa:

Have eyes that used to be equated to polished silver but now thought of like mirrors. There seems to be flecks that can reflect a different color dependent on the light, making these the most mesmerizing eyes.

Possesses an aura of defense

Could be able to cast illusions

Could be able to end up ‘favored’ in some capacity

#long post #it was supposed to be simple but god it never is #rumors in the underground

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banjodanger · 4 years

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X-Men 3:The Last Stand(2006). This Is The Worst One, Right?

Wow.

Like, this was bad. I knew it was going to be bad, like over the years when I revisited this movie it got worse. It was never as good as it was seeing it in the theatre, I knew that. I told myself this. But I was not prepared for how much my opinion would change.

I’m going to tear this movie apart pretty hard, but I’m going to be mature and admit that there were parts of this movie I liked, and that I thought worked, because there were things I enjoyed. I’m examining movies and not just shitting on them.

First off, Beast really struck a nostalgia chord with me. I’m not saying Kelsey Grammar turns in an Oscar-worthy performance, but man it touched that little kid part of my brain that used to light up when I watched the nineties cartoon. If you told me they ripped his character off of old episodes of Cheers, I’d believe you. The speech patterns, his mannerisms, every time he was on screen I was enjoying it. Nicholas Hoult is a great actor and he really made the character his own, but this Beast is ripped straight from the comics and it was a delight.

You know, in a dumb way, I enjoyed Vinnie Jones too, but in a different way. I don’t think he was a good Juggernaut, but he’s a specific actor who plays a specific role and I don’t think he tries to stretch beyond that. So this is basically Bullet-Tooth Tony running around smashing shit up. If it sounds like I’m struggling to find things to compliment, well, I am. But I’m nothing if not a raging masochist so let’s try for one more.

This film is called The Last Stand, and I don’t think this film lives up to that title, even a little. However, it does a pretty fair job of changing the team. Xavier and Cyclops are dead, Magneto, Rogue, and Mystique are all depowered, so in chronological order it sure looks like, whatever happens in the next movie, it’s going to be a different team and a different villain.

I guess if this post has a theme, it’s that time makes fools of us all.

There’s a lot wrong with this movie. That Juggernaut meme line, the way this movie introduces characters just to forget about them(go ahead, tell me how this movie would be any different without Angel.), the lab on Alcatraz. The X-men defend people that tried to cure them and then...nothing? There’s never a teaching moment, unless you count Angel saving his dad which...no. That’s not a teaching moment, the film practically treats this cure as a good thing. They’re keeping a mutant child under lock and key, distilling his power through god knows what means, and somehow they’re not the villains of this film. We’re just supposed to assume they stopped processing it, because now Leech is smiling next to Kitty instead of locked in what’s arguably a kinda rad room. Where the fuck did they get him? Is he an employee’s kid? They’re cool turning their kid out into a lab rat? I guess it doesn’t matter if they want that employee-sponsored health insurance.

Quick side-note, capitalism is destroying us all.

But what’s taking me so long to get at is I was struggling with this blog post for a while. I know this movie hates women. I’m not holding myself up as a paragon of feminism, not even close. I have a lot to learn and unlearn. But I think it is painfully clear that this movie treats just about every woman in this flick poorly. Take a gander.

Rogue: Despite that very emotional speech from Wolverine, Rogue takes that cure for a boy. She leaves after watching Bobby skate with Kitty, and he’s the first person she sees after she’s cured.

Kitty: Jesus, this movie might as well put a red A on everything she wears. She openly flirts with Bobby in front of Rogue, she argues for mutants being above morality with Xavier. Kitty Pryde in this movie is never anything more than a romantic rival. Oh, and I guess she gets called a bitch by Juggernaut. So there’s that.

Mystique: Here is a character that believes in mutant supremacy one hundred percent, she might even believe it more than Magneto. Her own family hated her so much they tried to kill her. She is a mutant and that is a huge part of her identity. It’s why she’s followed Magneto for years. She even takes a bullet(dart?) for the guy, and he thanks her by tossing her aside like garbage. He leves her naked and alone on a hijacked prison convoy and at least ten dead cops. So she wants revenge, and you know what? That’s absolutely in character, Mystique is not one to turn the other cheek, of course she’d go over and help the X-Men, they preach working with humans and surely they’d have sympathy-oh, she decides to work with the people that locked her up? The ones that arguably hold heavy responsibility for her current predicament? Well, that’s a decision too.

So this all leads us to Jean Grey. The Phoenix. They’ve been building up this transformation since the first movie. This is a plot that has been building up for six years. And this movie almost completely disregards it.

After Jean destroys her childhood home, a weird decision that I think only appears in this movie as a callback to the comics, or maybe because someone didn’t have enough confidence in that opening scene. She basically disappears until the movie is done cramming the cure plot down our throats. She threatens Magneto with a cure gun and Wolverine pays her a visit while apparently traveling across the entire contiguous United States in thirty minutes. Which is weird, because if the Phoenix is all “Pain and rage” like Xavier, then the wholesale slaughter that occurs directly in front of her should be driving her nuts. Hundreds of people are killed or depowered in front of her and her reaction is like watching paint dry. Just for the record, her reaction to making out with Cyclops is to evaporate all the water in a lake and disintegrate a human being. Her reaction to the collective agony of hundreds of humans and mutants and ripping up a major landmark is to wonder what is taking McDonalds so long to make a Big Mac. Her meltdown is literally timed to happen directly after Magneto is out of the way and Leech is safe.

But while all that is bad, and shows some definite plot holes, unfamiliarity with the source material, and maybe a knowledge that this movie was going to hit number one at the box office if they just filmed Hugh Jackman reading Wolverine fanfiction. But after giving this movie some thought, I realized what was really bothering me about this movie as a whole, but Jean Grey in particular.

Ok, so the whole thing about these X-Men movies up to this point is that they’re grounded in reality. They don’t wear colorful costumes and they call each other by their real names. They don’t have superhero names, they have nicknames. And, unlike the X-Men of the comic books, they don’t go to outer space. So it makes sense that they’re not going to make the Phoenix an immortal space bird from beyond the stars. Phoenix doesn’t eat planets in this movie, and honestly that’s a good decision. After two movies that more or less take place in our reality, why would you introduce a bunch of fantastical elements all of a sudden(Asking you, Spider-Man 3)? The answer is, you don’t. You make the Phoenix another, higher manifestation of Jean’s powers. The next step in her evolutionary process.

But, by doing that, isn’t the Phoenix a mental illness?

Follow my logic, Jean is losing control of her powers. Her powers are mind-related. Jean Grey is losing her grip on her abilities and her grip on reality, and as a result is a danger to herself, her friends and family, and others. Jean needs help.

Or she needs a guy that has an unrequited crush on her to stab her in the abdomen.

That’s how this movie solves mental illness. Violence. No real attempt to help their friend, just Wolverine saying a line that wouldn’t be out of place in bad romantic poetry and then stabbing her. Because she asked him to. In the comics, she kills herself as a heroic sacrifice. In the movie, a man has to do it, because even though she might be the most powerful mutant on the planet, she’s still got two xx chromosomes and according to Brett Ratner that means she’s weak.

I could talk about all the ways this movie fails its characters but honestly I feel like I’ve typed enough. Fuck this movie. Bring on X-Men Origins because I refuse to believe it is any worse than this.

(For the record, if you or a friend is suffering from a mental illness, please get them help. Don’t call the cops, call a doctor or a trained mental health professional.)

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Review ‘A Stranger in a Strange Land’ S14E01

Season 14 of Supernatural started this week. Season 14! I’ve spent 10 years obsessively following the adventures of Sam and Dean, laughing at Dean’s terrible jokes, and weeping when either of them loses the other. It hardly seems possible. I hate the hellatus so I always look forward to the new season starting. Over the years, I have had some problems with how the storylines have panned out, at some of the quality of the writing, and even with the coming and going of certain characters but my loyalty to Sam and Dean, and to Jared and Jensen, who have never in 14 years phoned it in, remains as strong as ever.

Dean is missing, having been possessed by the archangel Michael. Sam is being terribly brave, trying to lead a ramshackle group of hunters from another world, and holding the broken remains of his family together. Cas gets caught by a bunch of Demons with ambitions to the throne of hell, and has to get rescued - again.

Meanwhile Michael is trying to find allies to help him make a better world. Humans and angels both fail to match up to his high standards, but there is a group that could be the answer he is seeking.

There were some odd things in this episode, some dire things, and some fabulously wonderful things. As has always been the case, but increasingly so over the last few seasons, it proved to be a mixed bag of brilliance and disaster.

The demon, Kip, a pretender to everything that is Crowley, right down to the snazzy shoes and the dirty innuendo, was good. He mixed the right amount of camp with menace - touching but never overstepping into complete ham. He was never going to be Crowley but I liked the idea that he was going to try. He also had the funniest lines – “kentucky fried” Asmodeus for example. I felt a little regret that he ended up on the sharp end of the demon killing knife.

My problem with the whole demon storyline in this episode is that it just re-emphasised the lack of ideas for Cas – a once magnificent, dangerous and powerful entity who is now pathetic and merely a siphon for a plot-line to put the brothers into tricky situations (Sam, in this episode). As many fans have pointed out, how did he, an angel of the Lord who can see the true faces of demons, not notice he was sitting in a bar surrounded by demons. How could they beat him (not with supernatural powers but with just their fists)or keep him tied down like a complete numpty waiting for Sam to come and rescue him? Such a shame for the character and for Misha Collins.

The joy of the demon storyline, however, was how it showed how competent and strong Sam Winchester is. He has turned into a natural leader; selfless, dedicated, commanding. His snarl of “enough” and his ultimatum to the demons was glorious and allowed me to forgive show for killing the rather interesting Kip. I do worry about Sam though – he is surrounded by expert hunters, including his mother and the AU Bobby (a little too like our own Bobby who died back in season 7 for my comfort), yet still seems to be relying on incompetents – a depowered Jack (currently a whining teenager) and Maggie (who seems keen but clueless).

The final fight scene was great, but I found the slow motion snippets somewhat jarring. Yes, we know that Mary and Bobby are strong, experienced hunters. Don’t overdo it, show.

I know that Jared and Jensen have growing families and want to spend more time with them but I do miss the days when the boys were utterly central to the programme. So I am not so keen on the multitude of storylines that are crammed into 40 mins to make up for the lack of Winchester screentime.

Okay, so Mary and Bobby’s flirting only lasted a couple of seconds (I’m pretty sure there will be more as the season progresses). But the return of Nick, previously Lucifer’s meat suit, was mind-boggling pointless. Why? What is the point of him? My concern is that there are plans for Lucifer’s return. At this point, I am very tired of brought back characters. It counteracts and undermines the power and emotions of important moments – I was very against Lucifer’s return in the first place because it utterly nullified Sam’s extreme sacrifice at the end of season 5. I grieved for Bobby after his death and enjoyed the flashback episodes featuring him very much. But a clone Bobby from the AU world simply negates the power of Death’s Door, one of the best episodes show has ever done.

The problem is that show is making lazy and unimaginative decisions. This is a pity because there are, in every season, moments of pure genius and thinking so far out of the box that it leaves me breathless at the sheer brilliance of it all. Unfortunately, I feel that there is an element of pandering to the fans, who although vociferous in their support of the show and loyal to a fault, can also be opinionated and partisan and do not necessarily know what is best for good television (and that includes me, although, of course, I do know exactly what is best for show - I just keep my ideas to fanfic!)

It is possible that the casting of Jensen Ackles’ wife, Danneel, might also be an element of pandering gone too far although Danneel, as Sister Jo, was actually pretty good with the right combination of scared, discomfort and bravura. I doubt that Michael would have touched her face though, except that it was a nod to the fans who knew that the actor playing Michael is married to the actor playing Sister Jo. It wasn’t necessary and was jarring. I am not the biggest fan of nepotism - I didn’t see why Genevieve Padalecki had to return for The French Mistake either – a touch of meta too far.

Back to the episode - the other big storyline is Michael and what he is up to with his stolen meatsuit.

Doing his very best to prove that the creatures on this Earth are unworthy and therefore should be wiped out of existence, seems to the plan. He is deliberately choosing the very people guaranteed to lie when answering the question, “What do you want?” to suit his own purpose. As suggested on social media by a very perceptive fan, asking Sam would have led to a pure and genuine answer (his brother). He obviously didn’t want to hear any truthful answers that went against his own worldview.

It’s Sam’s grief at losing his brother that is the real strength in this episode.

Jensen Ackles is astonishingly good as the very creepy Michael – the change in voice, body posture, even in the way he looks out of his face is truly masterful. There isn’t a single bit of Dean left in that performance. He’s still the most beautiful creature on God’s good earth (dear God, his eyes alone!) but he didn’t need the rather distracting costume to show he was playing an entirely new character. Perhaps Jensen needs to trust himself more.

However, it is Jared Padalecki that gets all the kudos for this episode. Almost silent until his final burst of rage after the demon fight, monosyllabic and then very quietly spoken, with movements slow and careful with exhaustion, Jared is able to convey Sam’s utter helplessness in the face of Dean’s disappearance, with only the barest of hints and inflections, yet still manages to impart how lost he is without him. Yes, he is strong, capable, commanding (and very, very hot) but those moments (such as the slightest hitch in his voice when he says “or even if he’s still >hitch< alive or in the heavy, sad eyes) are so believable and so sad. His acceptance of Cas’ stupidity (which nearly killed everyone left in his family and therefore should have led to strong words at least) because he, too, would do anything and work with anyone if it meant getting Dean back said it all.

And I agree with Sam. Jensen is wonderful as Michael – I am looking forward to seeing how he develops the role over time. But, Dean is a big miss. It’s not Sam’n’Dean anymore and it felt weird to have an episode without one of them (for the first time in the shows decade and a half run).

This is why I still love this show. This central relationship between the brothers Winchester is so layered, so beautifully drawn and so well acted by Ackles and Padalecki. It was obvious (but nice to hear it, and yes, it broke my heart) that the answer to Sister Jo’s question about why Dean agreed to Michael possessing him was simply “love” for Sam.

I would much prefer a shortened season if it meant that I could get more of this relationship – complicated, co-dependent, messy, strong and genuine though it is – and rather less of all the other distractions. It turns a rather campy, sometimes badly written, certainly weakly plotted show into something that is pure gold. And this episode, although it had a lot of faults, shined in those few moments where we could see its heart.

#Supernatural #jensen ackles #jared padalecki #Season 14 #S14E01 #my tuppencesworth #review #dean winchester #sam winchester #archangelmichael

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The Trinity has found Steve Trevor, but not the way they were expecting. Now Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman must stop Deimos and revert Steve back to human form. Read all about it in Trinity.

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Trinity #21 Author: James Robinson Artists: Patch Zircher & Tyler Kirkham Colors: Gabe Eltaeb Letters: Josh Reed & Carlos M. Mangual Publisher: DC Comics

!!!Spoiler Warning!!!

What You Need to Know: The Trinity has become the closest group in the DC universe, and together they have been trapped in a dream world, thanks to Poison Ivy, and even fought against Circe and her demonic Pandora Pits. No matter what the big team of DC gets themselves into, they know that their friends and allies have their back. Recently the Trinity had gone searching for Wonder Woman’s home island of Themyscira. They found a ship that was in distress and, as the good heroes they are, went to save the crew. However, instead of saving anyone, a portal opens up and sucks the team into a magical world known as Skartaris. On arrival, Superman notices he is powerless, and Wonder Woman seems to be blind! The depowered trio have to fight through hordes and hordes of different mythical creatures before finding Warlords home and daughter as they are being raided by the evil Deimos’ army. The Trinity helps defend the city of Shamballah and then realizes that the land has aged them significantly. Warlords daughter Jennifer changes there age back to normal, then shows the team around the castle including a room full of familiar and unfamiliar technology that Batman was significantly interested in. Without getting many answers, Warlord sends the team home where they started debriefing the mission to Steve Trevor; an ARGUS member that has been longtime friends with Wonder Woman and the rest of the League. Before the team lets go of all their information they realize that all is not as it seems. Steve asks about the task force they found dead in Skartaris by name, which no one had mentioned before, and without another word, the team confronts the phony Steve Trevor just in time for Deimos to reveal himself. Deimos had captured Steve and tricked the Trinity and now they must search around for clues as to where he has hidden their friend. Batman had been investigating the Blue Strike task force team since they arrived back home. Batman had found encrypted data that each member of the team had to go find, and afterward, they found a guarded temple in the middle of a jungle in New Guinea. Guarding the fortress is a couple of orc-like creatures, one being Steve Trevor!

What You’ll Find Out: As the orcs come raging after the team they realize that this is a harder fight than first thought. Obviously, the orcs are just regular people transformed so the team has to hold back while fighting. Luckily, Batman had knock-out gas that put the orcs right to sleep so the team could search and rescue Steve and defeat Deimos.

The story transitions throughout the issue from current time to the last arc when the team was still in Skartaris. We get a little more detail as to what was said between warlord, Jennifer and the rest of the group. Warlord explains that his lack of morality stems from the need for survival on Skartaris.

The story flips back to the team infiltrating the jungle fortress and beating up a team of Blue Strike security. Together they break open a huge vault door and find what seems to be a trophy room. Like most comic book trophy rooms we find mostly mystical items and relics. Batman determines the artifacts are new and that they are a mix of magic and modern tech. The only answer he can come up with is that Blue Strike is mining Skartaris for its weapons and tech; the only question is, where is the security?

A small security team seems a little light for such a large secret, as a portal begins to show a huge army led by Warlord and his daughter. Flipping back to the computer chamber seen in the previous adventure, Batman and Jennifer walk together as Jennifer tries again to justify her earlier actions. Jennifer explains she used the Trinity as bait for Deimos and Batman doesn’t buy it, believing that Deimos is hiding from Warlord. Jennifer promises this isn’t true and that no matter where Deimos is, his evil follows. In the now, The team hears a voice before opening the portal for Warlord as Deimos finally reveals his true self to the team.

He immediately captures Superman and Batman with magic forces and sends orc Steve back into the fight against Wonder Woman. With doubt as to who the true bad guy is still lingering, the issue closes with Deimos getting closer to destroying the Trinity.

What Just Happened? James Robinson, Patch Zircher and the rest of this creative team starts to head in the right direction as “Trinity” starts to wrap the Skartaris story up. This issue uniquely went back and forth in only two periods of time, and not truly enough to annoy the reader. A bit of detail is added to the earlier story from Robinson as we get to see inside the conversations between the patrons of Skartaris and the team. Each has their own speech bubble on the first page that gets further context in later conversations; showing how the conversations and events lead to the current actions of the team. I have gone on to complain about Robinson’s treatment of Superman and Batman and in some ways, I still argue that he can’t write these two characters well. Their interactions and one-liners are cringe-worthy and at some point, you have to wonder how dumbed down you can make these two characters. In another mindset, it almost reminds me of the bronze/silver age of writing, which can be taken as a compliment or insult depending on how you take it. In my opinion, it’s not the worst writing I’ve found in the industry, but definitely not the best either. The fight scene at the beginning is a fun ride and as always, the fights are the highlight of “Trinity” this issue. So it really takes a lot to say this issue is worth reading when there is only one fight scene. Yes, the fight against the orc Steve and the other Blue Strike members is the only fight scene we get other than a quick panel of the team rushing at security guards. Other than that it’s mostly a bunch of standing and walking around. Thank the lord, Zircher and the art team comes in to fill the bleak blanks left by Robinson’s story with amazing linework and color that highlights the team at their strongest. The fight against the orcs does look amazing and makes you wish there were more punches and kicks thrown around during this issue. Instead, we get some incredibly drawn Wonder Woman and an extremely detailed version of both Warlord and Deimos that bring chills down the reader’s neck.

Rating: 7/10.

Final Thoughts: While I have wanted so badly to enjoy this last arc of “Trinity” James Robinson has truly made it difficult. At this point, I only read the title so I can warn fans of what “unique” taste you’d have to have in order to enjoy this title. I grade the title so highly due to the incredible art by Zircher and the fact that, as a child, you may actually really enjoy this easy-to-read story that, in one way or another, maybe kind of fun. For someone that has a love for these characters and their complexities though, I’d recommend staying away from it.

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REVIEW: Trinity #21 (The Lies of Warlord and the Rise of Deimos) Any thoughts on the latest issue of Trinity? Read my review before the last issue comes out! The Trinity has found Steve Trevor, but not the way they were expecting. Now Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman must stop Deimos and revert Steve back to human form.

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100 Days of Comics! 071/100: Hulk #25 (2010)

So another day, another Hulk from the box of mystery. This time its a shiny Hulk. See how he is red instead of green?

Or rather. Once upon a time, a collection of dumb smarties decided to make another Hulk by mixing gamma and cosmic radiation. And they turned notable Hulk-hater “Thunderbolt” Ross into the Red Hulk.

Recently, Hulk beat Red Hulk, presumably after they had extracted all the nerd rage possible by having him going around beating up everyone. Not only that, Hulk also faked Ross’ death so he can’t just resume his life. There was a big funeral and everything. It was everything Ross would have wanted. A hero’s send-off and the respect of his peers. And if he reappears as Ross, he’ll be hanged for treason.

Womp womp.

It feels like maybe Hulk is taking some pleasure out of this after all the grief Ross gave him?

Anyway. Now Red Hulk is held captive in Gamma Base in Death Valley. Steve Rogers comes to recruit him but Ross has a bad attitude about it so they put him into zero-g sensory deprivation which even dampens sound waves so the only thing he has is his thoughts and memories.

And after three days of that Ross is ready to listen. Cap gives him a spiel about how it bugs him that general tend to be shit at following orders but expect obedience from everyone else and then has Ross drugged.

He wakes up being tended to by Banner who is depowering Ross so Red Hulk is shy of Totally OP Why by removing his ability to remove biopower from others. And now, not so Hulk would have an edge over Red Hulk. Hulk already whooped Red Hulk’s derivative ass. Its because the absorption ability would have killed him in another year or so.

Now to the matter at hand. MODOK and Leader had an endgame protocal in place in case they were killed called Scorched Earth. “If they can’t run the world, why should it exist at all?”

Which would launch every plan that the Intelligencia ever devised but never used for being too devastating.

They’re sending Red Hulk after a sea monster approaching San Diego from the Pacific scratch that something just came up in Silicon Valley. A tech firm called Omnisapient has been working with Aware Alloy that can adapt to human biology and all communications with the company just went dead.

Ross grouses he wanted the sea monster.

Too bad. And since Steve doesn’t trust Ross yet he’s partnering him with someone he (currently) does trust. And Ross says he works alone and jumps away before anyone can question where his mustache goes when he transforms.

Steve gives a little speech to Banner about the reason he’s working with Ross: “For the record, I don’t think he’s hopeless. He’s going through what a lot of military lifers do. Once they’ve retired, no more campaigns. No chain of command. No future. My job is to show him... there is.”

So now Red Hulk is punching tech zombies that can assimilate you with a touch. Unless you’re a Hulk in which case you smash them into the ground.

And then Iron Man shows up. Iron Man is the one who Steve wanted Red Hulk to work with. Problem: his call to Iron Man dropped so Tony doesn’t know he’s supposed to be working with Red Hulk and in fact thinks Red Hulk is still a supervillain.

Womp womp.

So he just enters the scene blasting Red Hulk as hard as he can. He even has a little spiel about it. That he knows the only way to fight a Hulk is to hit as hard and fast as you can. But he always wondered if he was holding back because of Banner. But with Red Hulk, he doesn’t have that dilemma.

Kind of similar to the excuses Tony had in the last comic I covered actually.

So then he picks up Red Hulk, flies him into the air, drops him and then speeds his fall with dakka. Says he always wanted to do it to the Hulk but never got around to it. Big boom.

But now Iron Man has a problem. He doesn’t actually know what is going on here with the tech zombies because he didn’t call Steve back. And they jump on him and start hexagon assimilating him and in desperation he commands his armor to implement R-315!

Red Hulk pulls himself out of his crater promising to give Tony the beating of his life but all he finds is some tech zombies holding an empty Iron Man suit, Tony nowhere to be seen.

Guess he’s dead forever.

There’s also a backup story about Rick Jones, aka blue strong A-Bomb, fighting that sea monster that Ross wanted to fight.

It doesn’t go well. What Rick assumes is the whole monster is just the head. Civilians are afraid of him because they don’t know one monster from the next and he looks like a monster. And he’s basically just getting knocked around. Oh also some mysteriiiiiiiioooooouuuuus figures are talking about how Rick might become the greatest of them all and so they should kill him. I’m sure that’s important but also I couldn’t care less about Rick Jones.

Anyway the story ends with him leaping right at the sea monster’s face while proclaiming that the Hulk wouldn’t care how big a thing is or the repercussions and that he always fights to win and that’s how A-Bomb has to do.

There’s also also a comedic one page comic in the back about Hulk, Red Hulk and Blue Hulk (???) skiing. Its a pretty silly thing.

#100 Days of Comics!#Red Hulk #iron man #sea monsters > tech zombies #i don't make the rules #another misunderstanding fight brought to you by the mighty marvel method #make mine marvel

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