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[vinnie-cha]

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[slaasherslut]

Sunday Morning Sketching

Summary: Vincent cant help but become entranced by his lover who is an artist themselves

Warning: Smut

1.7k Words

Sunday mornings were made for two things; relaxing before the start of a busy work week and setting aside time to do art with Vincent. When you two met, you both were enthralled that you had found another person to share your passion with, who appreciates art and loves making it. You both had spent countless hours just sitting in his workspace in the basement together and working. Sometimes the air would be filled with the radio or a CD you both enjoyed, and other times the room would be comfortably silent. Each focusing on the task at hand and just enjoying the presence of each other. It has been a few months now since you decided to start the tradition to have your Sundays be for spending time together. You both may have been busy throughout the week but you had one day a week where no matter what you were spending time together and creating. Just the two of you and your art supplies.

The previous night, you and Vincent laid cuddled on the couch after finishing a movie. He had asked you what you were planning to work on tomorrow. You hadn't decided yet. When he told you he was probably going to do a bit of sketching you had the perfect idea.

"How about we sketch each other?" You suggested enthusiastically. "I could use a bit more practice drawing the human form anyways, I'm getting better but I need a little more time."

Vincent nodded his head and signed, "I don't mind getting to stare at you for an entire afternoon."

You felt your face run hot at his statement. He was always a total gentleman and incredibly sweet, so whenever he said bold words like that it made you weak in the knees. 

The next morning you both went about your morning routine before heading down to Vincent's work space. You both sat down on the floor, facing each other while pulling out your necessary supplies and getting to work.

You were wearing a little sundress that stopped just above your knees. It was a pale yellow that he thought complimented your skin very well. Since Vincent was going to be sketching you and it would be something that would be in his sketchbook forever, you wanted to wear something cute that made you feel pretty. The top came up just barely enough to cover your breasts. One of the straps had slipped off your shoulder and you were too busy sketching him to notice. But Vincent noticed, he always noticed. The strap slipping caused more of your breast to be exposed, enough that he was sure there was nothing under it, if it slipped a tiny bit more you would be completely exposed before him. He couldn't help but marvel at your form.

Your eyes trailed across him, making sure to capture every detail of the man before you. There was one thing that you noticed was different than before you drew it. Vincent tried to cover it with his sketchbook but from your angle you could see it. The raging erection in his pants. You smirked.

"How's the sketch coming Vinny?"

He nodded, saying that it was going well. You knew that was a lie, his almost empty page proved that. If he couldn't keep his focus then you would give him something else to focus on.

You stood up from your spot on the floor and took slow teasing steps toward his desk. You grabbed the bottom of your dress and with every step, hiked your dress farther and farther up your thighs. By the time you reached his desk your dress was pulled up just enough to barely cover your ass as it peeked out from the bottom of the fabric. You climbed on top of his desk, making sure to give him a peek of the lack of panties under your dress. You planted your butt down on it and faced toward him.

Vincent was still in his spot on the floor with eyes laser focused on repeatedly moving up and down your body. His entire body was frozen except for the tent that had grown even larger in his jeans. Seeing the effect you had on him gave you a sweet boost to your ego. You slowly spread your legs and raised your knees up to your chest, giving him the full view of what he was thinking about under that dress. You used two of your fingers to slowly spread your lips open, giving him a full view of your already soaking wet pussy.

Vincent was now standing between your thighs, hands teased as they trailed up your legs and to your waist, pushing the dress up as he went. One of his large hands drifted down and made its way to your exposed pussy. Slow fingers got straight to work and began massaging the bundle of nerves there. If he had his way he would have just buried himself in your tight cunt the moment he had his hands on you, but his size was always a lot for you to take. He knew that by the way you would whimper and whine and cry out for him. He wanted to make sure you were sopping wet and ready for him. Two fingers slowly slid down your wet slit and were harshly shoved inside you. A loud moan erupted from you as your head was thrown back in pleasure. He pumped inside you at a steady rhythm, scissoring you open with his large fingers. His other hand went to work roaming your body, he wished to leave not a single inch of your beautiful body untouched by his calloused hands. The lewd squelching coming from between your legs and your high pitched whines and only made his cock harder. He was so hard it was starting to ache. He needed relief before he felt like he was going to burst. You pulled your dress up and over your head before tossing it somewhere unknown on the floor for you to find later.

"Fuck.. Vincent, you feel so good!"

Your moaning out for him was the final straw as he pulled his fingers from you. A cute whine escaped you at the emptiness you now felt. He could see your pussy once it was empty and you repeatedly clenched around nothing but air. The hand that was inside you was placed on your stomach and gently pushed you back until your shoulder blades made contact with the wood of his desk. His fingers, still glistening from your arousal, trailed down your stomach leaving a wet trail just below your naval. You looked up at him through hooded eyes as his hands made quick work of his belt and jeans.

"Vincent, fuck me already, quit your teasing." 

He wasted no time pulling out his throbbing cock before sliding it inside you, the look on your face said you were in pure bliss. He leaned down to pull both of your hands up above your head, one of his large hands held both of yours so easily. He locked your arms in place before rocking inside of you. 

In that moment you both looked into each other's eyes. No words were exchanged but the look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know. The love between you and Vincent was like poetry. He may not be able to speak but his actions spoke so loud they were screaming. The way his eyes searched yours for permission. The way his jaw softly opened and closed and clenched meant you were making him feel good. The way his hand rested on your cheek meant he adored you. The way his hands squeezed yours as he pinned them above your head meant he loved you deeply.

Vincent pushed himself back off of you and pulled out his weeping cock. He grabbed you tightly by the hips, pulling you off the table enough to get your feet on the floor and spun you around. He harshly pushed down on your back, pressing your sensitive chest into his desk as he shoved himself back inside you with a gravely moan. Not stopping until his pelvis was flush against your ass and his heavy cock was all the way inside you. A loud moan forced its way out of you as you felt the wind knocked out of your lungs. He slowly pulled his hips back, leaving just his head inside of you before slowly easing himself back inside. Your walls fit perfectly around his shape as if your body was made for him. As if you were sculpted in wax by his own hands for his own desires. 

"Vincent.." Your voice brings him out of his thoughts. "Make me cum." 

You could barely contain the neediness in your voice. He was moving so slow and your whole body felt as if it was on fire. The feeling of your nipples, rubbing bare on the desk, caused an electric current of pleasure with every movement, every thrust. Your words lit a fire in his loins as his pace sped up. You were both so close and you wanted nothing more than to feel your insides fill up with his cum. He grabbed a tight hold of your waist, steadying you as his hip thrusted inside you faster. The red hot feeling inside of you started bubbling up so much faster than you expected. Your entire body was a sensitive mess as you felt yourself go limp. The bubbling inside is finally about to overflow.

"Vincent, baby, I'm cumming!" You screeched out, legs kicking and shaking under between the desk and Vincent's own legs. His erratic thrusts brought you to your orgasm as he fucked you through it, his own release following not long after as he painted your insides with his cum.

With chest heaving, Vincent pressed his forehead to your back as he caught his breath. He pulled himself up to grab your chin and pressed a quick kiss to your open mouth as you tried to suck in as much air as possible. Vincent was still inside you and every movement made your breath hitch.

"How about we finish those sketches, sweetheart?" He signed. You chuckled and nodded.

"Uh huh, just give me a minute, I just had the air fucked outta me."

☾ notes: this was requested by the lovely rottent33th. I hope you like it!! Its also my longest fic so far!

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[ac1nums-moved]

vocal adrenaline ocs.

alex fitzalan as evan rivers, eighteen years old singer and dancer for the vocal adrenaline, evan is the epitome of charisma. with his striking good looks, wavy chestnut hair, and piercing blue eyes, he commands attention both on and off the stage. his voice possesses a captivating richness, capable of delivering soulful ballads and powerful anthems with equal fervor. evan is ambitious and driven, always pushing himself and his teammates to strive for perfection. espite his confidence on stage, he harbors insecurities about his place in the world beyond the spotlight.

vinnie hacker as jackson " jax " martins, eighteen years old singer and dancer for the vocal adrenaline, jax is the embodiment of rhythm and energy. his infectious smile and boundless enthusiasm light up any room he enters. with his tall, athletic build and a shock of curly blond hair, he's a natural performer, effortlessly blending smooth dance moves with soulful vocals. jax has an innate ability to connect with audiences, drawing them in with his magnetic stage presence. offstage, he's fiercely loyal to his friends and possesses a quick wit that keeps everyone around him laughing.

savannah smith as aria johnson. eighteen years old singer and dancer for vocal adrenaline, aria is a vision of grace and poise. with her sleek ebony hair, almond-shaped hazel eyes, and porcelain complexion, she exudes elegance both on and off the stage. her voice is a marvel, effortlessly gliding through intricate melodies and soaring to breathtaking heights. aria is fiercely independent and fiercely protective of her loved ones. beneath her composed exterior lies a passionate soul, driven by a desire to prove herself and make her mark on the world.

natasha liu bordizzo as lila chen, eighteen years old singer and dancer for vocal adrenaline, lila is a whirlwind of creativity and determination. with her vibrant personality, expressive almond eyes, and a riot of curls cascading down her back, she's a true free spirit. her voice is a force of nature, capable of conveying raw emotion and vulnerability with equal intensity. lila approaches life with an insatiable curiosity, always eager to explore new ideas and push boundaries. despite her youthful exuberance, she possesses a maturity beyond her years, grounding her friends with sage advice and unwavering support.

#muse. / evan rivers. #muse. / jackson martins. #muse. / aria johnson. #muse. / lila chen. #in character. / about.

[kurtcobainsgreencardigan]

(It’s time for art questions with Julie:) Can you draw? Do you have a favorite painting(that you did or someone else) do you prefer digital or traditional art? Do you have a favorite album cover?

Julie!!

I can't not draw, but I also can't draw, it's weird.

Oh my god I have SO many favorite paintings you don't even know so I'll just tell you my favorite artists it's easier this way, so Roberto Ferri is like a modern day Caravaggio it's insane and has the intensity of the 1600's baroque, "Fallen Angel" omg so good like this is a man who is alive and painting this on this century, wtf. And then my boy Vinnie van Gogh, I know he's like the most famous painter in the world but it's for a reason, the way he captured his sadness and made it joy on the canvas?? Fucking magic babe. Like yeah he has some incredibly sad paintings but it's the happy ones that make me marvel at the world. Also I just really like Claude Monet. I don't have an insight or like a real opinion on him I just think his watercolors are neat. I really like Hans Zatzka he only draws pretty fairies and I mean, pretty fairies. Oh I really like "Rainy Midnight" by Childe Hassam, it's not my favorite but I absolutely love it. Oops this was the short version. To actually answer your question, maybe that one time I sketched an oc with a little crown he looked adorable.

I have never tried digital art and I don't think I ever will but because I don't really have an interest in drawing myself.

SO many album covers wtf, But if we're talking about paintings that only thing that comes to mind is Melodrama (one of the albums of all time) so I guess I'll stick with that.

#its art question time with julie!!

[sootyships]

yo.

i'm soot, my current main focuses are mcu ultron and eric from divergent, and i have written too many self-insert/savage opress (star wars) fics

in addition to self-shipping, this blog contains personal posts, finnish shit, judaism (i'm, eh, ~ yir'ei elokim for now) and the occasional finnish current events, but for the most part no heavy topics. tagging is inconsistent but i try to tag negativity as #negative.

pillowfort - cohost - bluesky

(his nickname here is vaash, and that's also his tag (#vaash).)

i also adore:

... and then some?

i don't mind sharing. AUs and polycules exist. ✌️

this is a discourse free zone. i'm not here to promote infighting.

no dni, i'll just block if i don't jibe with someone's vibe. apply the same principle to me, ty. 👍

i'm not here to parent other ppl's kids, i'm not getting paid.

i don't look for dnis unless i'm interested in following. sorry?

i may draw sometimes. and once i wrote the following:

my S/Is:

Gi Kast (Star Wars, with Savage since Aug 2019, married with children) #savalorian au #savagi

Vinnie (SU, with Jasper since July 2019) #serpentineverse

Mikitta (Marvel, in a polyship with Mayhem and Ultron since July 2023, may have a kid or a few in some 'verses) #ultimate mayhem

Bo (Divergent, Eric's fave Dauntless individual since March 2024) #cb2o au #boric

my fankids:

Cuyan Kast - Feral Kast - Nyn Kast - Nuhur Kast

Sidzla Ultron-Karamäki - Satu Ultron-Karamäki

rare fictional friend: Nasti Kravinov, a very AU Ana Kravinoff

i also platonically have several emotions about Rocket Raccoon

not a BYF but a FYB (for your benefit)

dnf if you suspect your dni might apply to me. it's just awkward.

I request that people please tag unfilterable shipcourse DNIs in the post body. If it's performatively censored or just an image, it won't be caught by filtering. Ideally, the DNI should be in its simplest form: for example, "p.r0/c.*m-sh.ip go away" gets tagged #proship dni and an "antis dni" banner gets tagged #antis dni. #shipcourse mention or #shipcourse dni are also good options. Thanks, I appreciate it. 💖

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[dasmuggler]

Boleslav William Felix Robert Sienkiewicz (/sɪnˈkɛvɪtʃ/ sin-KEV-itch; born May 3, 1958 🥳) is an American artist known for his work in comic books—particularly for Marvel Comics' New Mutants, Moon Knight, and Elektra: Assassin. Sienkiewicz's work in the 1980s was considered revolutionary in mainstream US comics due to his highly stylized art that verged on abstraction and made use of oil painting, photorealism, collage, mimeograph, and other forms generally uncommon in comic books.

Bill Sienkiewicz was born May 3, 1958, in Blakely, Pennsylvania. When he was five years old, his family moved to the Hainesville, New Jersey section of Sandyston Township, New Jersey, where he attended elementary and secondary school. Sienkiewicz began drawing "when [he] was about four or five", and continued doing and learning about art throughout his childhood. His early comic book influences include artist Curt Swan Superman comics, and artist Jack Kirby's Fantastic Four.

Sienkiewicz received his classical art education at the Newark School of Fine and Industrial Arts in Newark, New Jersey. After art school, he showed a portfolio of his work to DC Comics' art director Vince Colletta, which led to his entering the comics field at age 19. His early art style was heavily influenced by Neal Adams.

The artist recalled in 1985, "They didn't have any work for me, but that didn't bother me. I just figured that if comics didn't work out I'd have done advertising or illustration. Vinnie called [renowned comics and advertising artist] Neal Adams, who put me in touch with [Marvel Comics editor-in-chief] Jim Shooter. Soon after that I was drawing Moon Knight, in The Hulk [black-and-white comics] magazine".

Sienkiewicz continued as the artist of the Moon Knight color comics series, starting with the first issue (November 1980). His eclectic art style helped shed the early perception of Moon Knight as a mere Batman clone. Four years later, after a stint as artist on the Fantastic Four, he became the artist on Marvel's X-Men spin-off New Mutants, beginning with issue No. 18 (August 1984), producing cover paintings and character designs. From this period on, Sienkiewicz's art evolved into a much more expressionistic style, and he began experimenting with paint, collage, and mixed media. He illustrated New Mutants from 1984 to 1985.

Sienkiewicz produced covers for a range of Marvel titles, including Rom, Dazzler, The Mighty Thor, Return of the Jedi and The Transformers, and drew the comic adaptation of Dune. He illustrated the 1986-87 eight-issue Elektra: Assassin limited series and the Daredevil: Love and War graphic novel which were both written by Frank Miller.

Sienkiewicz's own first writing credit was for the painted story "Slow Dancer" in Epic Illustrated in 1986. Sienkiewicz both wrote and illustrated the 1988 miniseries Stray Toasters, an idiosyncratic work published by Epic Comics about a criminal psychologist investigating a series of murders. His first major interior work for DC Comics was contributing to Batman #400 (October 1986). After this, he collaborated with writer Andy Helfer on the first six issues of DC Comics' The Shadow series.

In addition to his work in comics, Sienkiewicz has also worked in numerous other media, especially in the music and trading card industries. His artwork has been published in magazines including Entertainment Weekly and Spin. Sienkiewicz has worked on character design for animation. His work on the television series Where on Earth Is Carmen Sandiego? received two Emmy Award nominations in 1995 and 1996. In 2006, Sienkiewicz designed the layout and art for The Venture Bros. season one DVD set.

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[cobreja88]

Drawing Ideas For Kids - Winx Club and Winnie the Pooh

Drawing is an excellent way to stimulate brain cells, strengthen memory, communicate more clearly, heal emotions, and soothe feelings - but coming up with original ideas may prove challenging! There is an abundance of inspiring things to draw, ranging from animals and doodles. Let these ideas ignite your creativity! Winx Club Fairies Winx Club is an animated series set in the Magic Dimension that follows a group of fairy warriors as they defend their universe from villains. Bloom is an Earth girl with flame-based powers; Stella serves as Fairy of Sun and Moon (later reduced to Sun only); Flora represents Nature; Musa stands for Music, Layla for Animals, and Tecna stands for Technology. A sixth fairy, Aisha was added after some American viewers noticed there were no black characters present - while the fourth season introduced Ethereal Fairies Roxy and Roxie who occasionally join the Winx Club; co-produced by Rainbow SpA and Nickelodeon. Groot Groot, one of Marvel's beloved tree-like characters, has quickly become one of the Guardians of the Galaxy's most beloved members. Despite his small stature and intelligence, the plant-like alien has proven himself an admirable member. Additionally, his sense of empathy makes him an inspiring hero for children to look up to. Groot first appeared in Tales to Astonish 13 (Nov 1960), created by Dick Ayers, Stan Lee and Jack Kirby. At first, he was depicted as Flora Colossus from Planet X - an unfathomably large race of sentient tree people that dominate. Over time, however, his role has gradually transformed from inexplicably large menace to heroic protector of the innocent; although much of Groot's original bold and daring traits remain intact today. Groot, one of Marvel's most well-known wooden misfits, has long served Nick Fury while facing off against Arbor Masters from his species and being joined by an offensive raccoon as his best friend. Unfortunately for Groot though, his path eventually leads him into conflict with the Kree alien empire - beginning in Guardians of the Galaxy #21 when Venom infiltrated Groot and his team and infiltrated their DNA with deadly effects. Groot has proven his worth as a valuable member of the Guardians despite limited communication skills. His warm personality and delightfully short vocabulary make him an endearing hero to children. Groot was raised by Arbor Master tutors who instilled advanced Photonic Knowledge within him, so his vocal capabilities are limited as an unassuming walking flower. All that said, Groot did not suffer any mental deficiencies from these limitations as his speech ability remains adequate to get his point across. Groot's advanced plant education gives him genius-level intelligence. Alongside physical strength and dexterity, he also masters psychokinesis; using the power of his mind he can move objects through psychological manipulation; often used for the protection of friends. Groot has appeared on various merchandise such as Lego figures and toys from the Guardians of the Galaxy film series as well as being featured as part of the Kotobukiya statue line for film series. Vinnie the Pooh Winnie the Pooh is one of the most beloved characters in children's literature. He lives in an imagined forest called Hundred Acre Wood along with a shy pig, dour donkey, pontificating bird, and meddlesome rabbit that all reside together stuffed with fluff for Christopher Robin to hold dear as part of his treasured possessions. Milne's stories convey both wide-eyed innocence and childhood thrills while also reflecting melancholy undertones. Working closely together, Shepard and Milne produced books featuring simple text and elegant monochromatic pencil drawings; their joint effort proved one of the most successful collaborations ever seen between combat veterans. Winnie the Pooh features characters with distinct traits that can teach us important life lessons - Pooh's childish innocence, Owl's wisdom, and Tigger's exuberant enthusiasm are just three such characteristics; together these help inspire readers of all ages. At the main branch of the New York Public Library is a cage housing Winnie-the-Pooh, an almost 100-year-old stuffed bear that has become quite beloved over time. He reminds me of teddy bears once found in cribs worldwide - both worn down with use but still cuddly to hold. Pooh Bear's primary trait is his love of honey; so much so, that he keeps jars full at his home! Although forgetful and slow-moving at times, which leads to some unintentionally clumsy behavior. Yet, regardless of his limitations, he remains an excellent friend to all of his friends and always maintains an optimistic outlook on life despite any setbacks; his naivete often comes back to haunt him when things don't go according to plan; nevertheless, he never gives up working through these issues with help from friends until in the end he always finds a solution; this great example shows kids they too can overcome any situation through patience and persistence - teaching kids valuable life lessons on resilience! 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[superman86to99]

Superman #85 (January 1994)

Cat Grant in... "DARK RETRIBUTION"! Which is like normal retribution, but somehow darker. On the receiving end of Cat's darktribution is Winslow Schott, the Toyman, who suddenly changed his MO from "pestering Superman with wacky robots" to "murdering children" back on Superman #84, with one of his victims being Cat's young son Adam. Now Cat has a gun and intends to sneak it into prison to use it on Toyman. She's also pretty pissed at Superman for taking so long to find Toyman after Adam’s death (to be fair, Superman did lose several days being frozen in time by an S&M demon, as seen in Man of Steel #29).

So how did Superman find Toyman anyway? Basically, by spying on like 25% of Metropolis. After finding out from Inspector Turpin that the kids were killed near the docks, Superman goes there and focuses all of his super-senses to get "a quick glimpse of every person" until he sees a bald, robed man sitting on a giant crib, and goes "hmmm, yeah, that looks like someone who murders children." At first, Superman doesn't understand why Toyman would do such a horrible thing, but then Schott starts talking to his mommy in his head and the answer becomes clear: he watched Psycho too many times (or Dan Jurgens did, anyway).

Immediately after wondering why no one buys his toys, Toyman makes some machine guns spring out of his giant crib. I don't know, man, maybe it's because they're all full of explosives and stuff? Anyway, Toyman throws a bunch of exploding toys at Superman, including a robot duplicate of himself, but of course they do nothing. Superman takes him to jail so he can get the help he needs -- which, according to Cat, is a bullet to the face. Or so it seems, until she gets in front of him, pulls the trigger, and...

PSYCHE! It was one of those classic joke guns I’ve only ever seen in comics! Cat says she DID plan to bring a real gun, but then she saw one of these at a toy store and just couldn't resist. Superman, who was watching the whole thing, tells Cat she could get in trouble for this stunt, but he won't tell anyone because she's already been through enough. Then he asks her if she needs help getting home and she says no, because she wants to be more self-sufficient.

I think that's supposed to be an inspiring ending, but I don't know... Adam's eerie face floating in the background there makes me think she's gonna shave her head and climb into a giant crib any day, too. THE END!

Character-Watch:

Cat did become more self-sufficient after this, though. Up to now, all of her storylines seemed to revolve around other people: her ex-husband, Morgan Edge, José Delgado, Vinnie Edge, and finally Toyman. After this, I feel like there was a clear effort to turn her into a character that works by herself. I actually like what they did with Cat in the coming years, though I still don’t think they had to kill her poor kid to do that -- they could have sent him off to boarding school, or maybe to live with his dad. Or with José Delgado, over at Power of Shazam! I bet Jerry Ordway would have taken good care of him.

Plotline-Watch:

Wait, so can Superman just find anyone in Metropolis any time he wants? Not really: this is part of the ongoing storyline about his powers getting boosted after he came back from the dead, which sounds pretty useful now but is about to get very inconvenient.

Don Sparrow points out: "It is interesting that as Superman tries to capture Schott, he at one point instead captures a robot decoy, particularly knowing what Geoff Johns will retroactively do to this storyline in years to come, in Action Comics #865, as we mentioned in our review of Superman #84." Johns also explained that the robot thought he was hearing his mother's voice due to the real Toyman trying to contact him via radio, which I prefer to the "psycho talks to his dead mom" cliche.

Superman says "I never thought he'd get to the point where he'd KILL anyone -- especially children!" Agreed about the children part but, uh, did Superman already forget that Toyman murdered a whole bunch people on his very first appearance, in Superman #13? Or does Superman not count greedy toy company owners as people? Understandable, I guess.

There's a sequence about Cat starting a fire in a paper basket at the prison to sneak past the metal detector, but why do that if she had a toy gun all long? Other than to prevent smartass readers like us from saying "How did she get the gun into the prison?!" before the plot twist, that is.

Patreon-Watch:

Shout out to our patient Patreon patrons, Aaron, Murray Qualie, Chris “Ace” Hendrix, britneyspearsatemyshorts, Patrick D. Ryall, Bheki Latha, Mark Syp, Ryan Bush, Raphael Fischer, Dave Shevlin, and Kit! The latest Patreon-only article was about another episode of the 1988 Superman cartoon written by Marv Wolfman, this one co-starring Wonder Woman (to Lois' frustration).

Another Patreon perk is getting to read Don Sparrow's section early, because he usually finishes his side of these posts long before I do (he ALREADY finished the next one, for instance). But now this one can be posted in public! Take it away, Don:

Art-Watch (by @donsparrow​):

We begin with the cover, and it’s a good one— an ultra tight close up for Cat Grant firing a .38 calibre gun, with the titular Superman soaring in, perhaps too late.  An interesting thing to notice in this issue (and especially on the cover) is that the paper stock that DC used for their comics changed, so slightly more realistic shading was possible.  While it’s nowhere near the sophistication or gloss of the Image Comics stock of the time, there is an attempt at more realistic, airbrushy type shading in the colour.  It works well in places, like the muzzle flash, on on Cat Grant’s cheeks and knuckles, but less so in her hair, where the shadow looks a browny green on my copy.

The interior pages open with a pretty good bit of near-silent storytelling.  We are deftly shown, and not told the story—there are condolence cards and headlines, and the looming presence of a liquor bottle, until we are shown on the next page splash the real heart of the story, a revolver held aloft by Catherine Grant, bereaved mother, with her targeting in her mind the grim visage of the Toyman.

While their first few issues together meshed pretty well, it’s around  this issue that the pencil/inks team of Jurgens and Rubinstein starts to look a little rushed in places.  A few inkers who worked with Jurgens that I’ve spoken to have hinted that his pencils can vary in their level of detail, from very finished  to pretty loose, and in the latter case, it’s up to the inker to embellish where there’s a lack of detail.  Some inkers, like Brett Breeding, really lay down a heavier hand, where there’s quite a bit of actual drawing work in addition to adding value and weight to the lines.  I suspect some of the looseness in the figures, as well as empty  backgrounds reveals that these pencils were less detailed than we often  see from Jurgens.

There’s some weird body language in the tense exchange between Superman and Cat as she angrily confronts him about his lack of progress in capturing her son’s killer—Superman  looks a little too dynamic and pleased with himself for someone ostensibly apologizing. Superman taking flight to hunt down Toyman is classic Jurgens, though.

Another example of art weirdness comes on page 7, where Superman gets filled in on the progress of the Adam Morgan investigation.  Apparently Suicide Slum has some San Francisco-like hills, as that is one very steep sidewalk separating Superman and Turpin from some central-casting looking punks.

The  sequence of Superman concentrating his sight and hearing on the  waterfront area is well-drawn, and it’s always nice to see novel uses of his powers.  Tyler Hoechlin’s Superman does a similar trick quite often on the excellent first season of Superman & Lois.  The full-bleed splash of Superman breaking through the wall to capture Toyman is definitely panel-of-the-week material, as we really feel Superman’s rage and desperation to catch this child-killer.

Pretty much all the pages with Cat Grant confronting Winslow Schott are  well-done and tensely paced.  While sometimes I think the pupil-less  flare of the eye-glasses is a cop-out, it does lend an opaqueness and mystery to what Toyman is thinking.  Speaking of cop-outs, the gag gun twist ending really didn’t work for me.  I was glad that Cat didn’t lower herself to Schott’s level and become a killer, even for revenge, but the prank gun just felt too silly of a tonal shift for a storyline with this much gravitas.  The breakneck denouement that Cat is now depending only on herself didn’t get quite enough breathing room either.

While I appreciated that the ending of this issue avoided an overly simplistic, Death Wish style of justice, this issue extends this troubling but brief era of Superman comics. The casual chalk outlines of  yet two more dead children continues the high body count of the  previous handful of issues, and the tone remains jarring to me.  The issue is also self-aware enough to point out, again, that Schott is  generally an ally of children, and not someone who historically wishes  them harm, but that doesn’t stop the story from going there, in the most  violent of terms. In addition to being a radical change to the Toyman  character, it’s handled in a fashion more glib than we’re used to seeing  in these pages.  The mental health cliché of a matriarchal obsession, a la Norman Bates doesn’t elevate it either.  So, another rare misstep  from Jurgens the writer, in my opinion.   STRAY OBSERVATIONS:

I  had thought for sure that Romanove Vodka was a sly reference to a certain Russian Spy turned Marvel superhero, but it turns out there  actually is a Russian Vodka called that, minus the “E”, produced not in Russia, as one might think from the Czarist name, but rather, India.

While it made for an awkward exchange, I was glad that Cat pointed out how  her tragedy more or less sat on the shelf while Superman dealt with the "Spilled Blood" storyline.  A lesser book might not have acknowledged any  time had passed. Though I did find it odd for Superman to opine that he  wanted to find her son’s murderer even more than she wanted him to.  Huh?  How so?

I love the detail that Toyman hears the noise of Superman soaring to capture him, likening it to a train coming.

I  quibble, but there’s so much I don’t understand about the “new” Toyman.  If he’s truly regressing mentally, to an infant-like state, why does he wear this phantom of the opera style long cloak while he sits in his baby crib?  Why not go all the way, and wear footie pajamas, like the lost souls on TLC specials about “adult babies”?

I get that Cat Grant is in steely determination mode, but it seemed a little out of place that she had almost no reaction to the taunting she faced from her child’s killer.  She doesn’t shed a single tear in the entire issue, and no matter how focused she is on vengeance, that doesn’t seem realistic to me. [Max: That's because this is not just retribution, Don. It's dark retribution. We’ve been over this!]

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[vinnie-cha]

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[jcmorrigan]

Somehow, I can imagine Vinny, Al and Victor ""adopting"" Taylor so...👀

I’m just going to do this one off the top of my head and see what happens

-Taylor was accepted into RMU, but oh no! They don’t have enough money to cover the dorms. Their parents are just “It’s too bad you don’t have any friends in G4 to stay with″ and Taylor realizes...oh no...I have friends in G4.

-They didn’t want to admit how much they actually hoped Revenge House would accept them when they called. Taylor will tell anyone who asks that they called for the sole purpose of getting shot down and ruling this out.

-Vincent: “I see. Well - “ Albert: “YES” Victor: “I’ll fix up the guest bedroom” Vincent: “...I guess you’re staying with us then”

-There are a few house rules. Don’t go in the basement (there are cyborgs in there). Don’t roam the house after curfew (that’s when we let the cyborgs out). Don’t feed Winston (Taylor isn’t sure if this one is a joke or an actual warning).

-Otherwise they get a pretty nice bedroom, soft bed, quality blankets. Not soundproof and they can hear the screams and weird metallic noises from the rooms two floors down, but hey, they won’t complain.

-At first, the guys pretty much leave Taylor to their own devices. That’s the nice thing about them being a legal adult: they don’t actually have to be good or attentive parents

-Victor and Albert are the two who pay them the most attention. Victor actually carries on conversation like a normal person. Well, mostly. He still always kind of sounds like he’s gathering information to use for nefarious purposes, but Taylor’s used to that by now. Also being called “my dear Taylor” was offputting at first but now they see it’s a genuine term of affection.

-Albert is...an interesting guardian. He’s always approaching Taylor to talk about non sequiturs, usually morbid, and Taylor has gotten used to this and kind of enjoys it. “Speaking purely in hypotheticals, what do you think tastes better: the spleen or the lungs?” “Spleen. Why are you even asking me this? That one’s obvious.”

-But weirdly Albert is in exchange the one who actively cares the most for Taylor. He makes sure they’re stocked up on supplies, and by that I mean Taylor enters their designated bathroom to find no fewer than twenty toothbrushes, all different colors, bound with a ribbon and a note that says “Pick your favorite! ~AK”

-Also instead of taking them shopping for new college wardrobe, Taylor is awoken at 6 a.m. by a phone call from Albert. “I’m at Hot Topic and they have an assortment of androgynous leather accessories. What’s your size?”

-Vincent and Taylor don’t interact much, at first. But they develop a relationship based on their lack of relationship. They both enjoy the value of comfortable silence. They can be in the same room doing separate things and know they don’t have to bother with greeting one another outside of a quick nod or 0.2 seconds of eye contact.

-Right away, though, they all make it clear that Taylor gets free food. The trio does their usual routine of making extremely high-quality luxury food and just lets Taylor chill out doing nothing until the dinner bell rings. The catch is that some of these things, they weren’t sure were food before this, but hey, turns out they don’t hate sashimi.

-Classes start. Every day when Taylor gets home and brings their books and assignments of the day to the dining room to study, Albert and Victor flock around them. Albert: “How was school? Did you make any lasting memories? Do you have an ARCHNEMESIS yet?” Victor: “Does Professor Browne still have a stick up his ass, metaphorically speaking? Has anyone of your preferred gender asked you out yet?”

-Until dinner time, the dining room is Taylor’s study sanctuary.

-They know better than to bring friends home, however. Not a single college pal who’s entered Revenge House has left with at all a good feeling. Some of them have considered calling the cops because there’s no way these people aren’t going to murder Taylor in the dead of night (sillies...Taylor’s the one person they WON’T murder in the dead of night)

-And as for dates? Unfortunately, the few times Taylor has been asked out, they’ll keep it secret and arrange a meetup at a neutral location and show up at the restaurant only to, halfway through the date, realize that they can spot distinct flashes of pink, red, and black positioned around the restaurant like the Bermuda Triangle and greeeaaat, their guardians followed them to spy on the date.

-Which isn’t always bad because one time somebody actually tried to take advantage of Taylor in the alley out back of the restaurant and before any articles of clothing could be forcibly removed, the offender practically explodes from the impact of being shot by Victor, punched by Vincent, and stabbed by Albert at the same time (the bullet almost clipped Albert but it was worth it)

-Taylor’s never sure how to introduce these people. Parents? Guardians? Friends? Roommates? Usually, it ends up something like “This is my...this is...this is Vincent. He’s Vincent. That’s it.”

-They go out as a “family” unit sometimes, usually to dinner or something where they can all just have conversation. There’s usually going to be some rando who walks past the guys and goes “Your daughter is adorable!” and Albert pulls out a rather long and wicked knife while saying “Their preferred pronouns are they/them, and I HIGHLY suggest you respect that.” Victor and Vincent glare on in the background.

-Taylor is torn because they like having guardians who respect their gender identity but also some of these people are just making honest mistakes

-Victor: “I just want to warn you that when you engage with other college students, you may be pressured to try smoking, drinking, and other narcotics. In a strange environment, any of these may be laced with poison or spiked with different drugs. Here in Vincent’s mansion, our stashes are always pure, so if there’s anything you want, just ask us and we will get you a safe supply.” (Though “safe cigarettes” and “safe hard liquor” are oxymorons to a 19 y/o but Victor is trying. Taylor doesn’t even want any of those things)

-Sometimes, though........Taylor has to be the parent figure to these three

-They might end up trying to drink away their sorrows, falling asleep in a vomit-covered living room. Taylor will clean up any obvious mess and get them some pillows.

-Taylor: “So, did you ever want to...talk to me any more about the childhood stuff that was bothering you?” Albert: “...Yes”

-One night, though, they make a big breakthrough. They find evidence for the Myers revenge scheme and confront Vincent with it.

-Vincent tells them everything. Not without getting a little emotional.

-Taylor’s just like “Oh.”

-Somehow this turns into a hug.

-The guys FORBID Taylor from getting directly involved with Myers. That said...they do act a consultation role sometimes.

-Eventually they meet some of the basement cyborgs. Also they’ve gotten pretty friendly with the Dream Eaters. If all the guys are out of the house and Winston is doing his usual hermit thing, Taylor will be “babysat” by a group of awkward yet well-meaning monsters. (The Dream Eaters have been instructed to keep the cyborgs from eating Taylor, though, and they’ve had to actually step in several times. The Dream Eaters also like the taste of human flesh but Albert said this one is NOT FOOD so they respect that.)

-Those days when the guys come home dragging a corpse/an unconscious person, and Taylor catches them, and the guys stare at them like deer in headlights until they say “I never saw this. Carry on.”

-At some point, though, Taylor decides they want a little more, so they suggest “Do you guys wanna go to the mall and catch a movie?”

-Cue a mall trip that involves Vincent criticizing all the secondhand clothing, Victor flirting with the cashiers at every boutique, and nobody knows exactly what Albert is up to but there’s blood leaking from the dressing room so let’s not ask.

-They go to see a fall blockbuster that Taylor really enjoys and the three guys are having varying degrees of enjoyment toward. If it’s got deep themes, Vincent will be happy. If it’s got romance, Victor will be happy. If it’s horror, Albert will be happy. If it’s a superhero film, NOBODY BUT TAYLOR IS HAPPY (so they kind of like taking the guys to Marvel stuff to annoy them on purpose)

-They talk the guys into accompanying them on other Taylor-style adventures. Like bowling. Bowling was either the best or the worst idea they had, because it turned into a four-person DEATH MATCH. (Figuratively, this time. Maybe literally next time.)

-Vincent draws a HARD LINE IN THE SAND at pizza, though. He will not even look at a pizza, let alone eat one or enter a pizza establishment.

-After some months, Taylor and Vincent are conversing more, but it’s usually Taylor asking questions about how the legal system works because Vincent can explain it better than anyone else and in a way that doesn’t fly over Taylor’s head.

-Sometimes, though...Taylor gets sick. The first time, they didn’t actually expect any of the guys to do anything about it. But Vincent drops off hot meals without a word and leaves, and rude as he is, the food’s always DELICIOUS and particular faves of Taylor’s. Victor is the “Text me if you need anything, sweetie” guy who will drop everything if Taylor needs an ice pack or a barf bin. Albert will sit in the room at a safe distance to talk to Taylor about random things and make sure they don’t get lonely. Also, Taylor will have weirdly no nightmares whatsoever, and they know Albert has something to do with this.

-Sometimes...Taylor is sad. All three of the guys will sit around them, encouraging them to talk about everything that’s bothersome. Brief hugs will be exchanged (Victor’s are a bit too tight since, y’know, metal arms, but that’s fine by Taylor). And then if there was a particular entity that caused the sadness, well, that entity might end up dead in a pool of blood in a back alley later.

-There’s also a contract on the table stating that if Taylor is ever incarcerated, then Vincent, Victor, and Albert will break them out of jail at the earliest convenience. Taylor isn’t sure when this will ever have to be used but they’re glad it’s there.

-They make an even more amazing meal than usual for Taylor’s birthday and spend way, WAY too much on gifts. Some of which aren’t even things Taylor wanted (”It’s...a baseball bat with barbed wire around it. Uh...just what I always wanted? Thanks, Albert.”)

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[tabbyrp]

Marvel AU

This is tricker because Tabs started off in the MCU and a few individual branches have sprung off from there. As such, this is more of a piecemeal selection of headcanons

- While Phil Coulson was the one who recruited Tabby as a SHIELD informant, the relationship was not some warm, fuzzy, substitute-uncle situation. She was a seventeen-year-old facing felony charges. He offered an alternative to prison, as long as she kept an ear to the ground and an eye on her employer’s extended criminal family. A syndicate that was long past its prime, unlikely to be a risk, but SHIELD kept its fingers in many pies, especially before aliens became the top priority. It would be a surprise if Agent Coulson even remembered her.

- When the Battle of New York happened, Tabby was among those who chose to find the nearest, highest rooftop to try and see first contact rage over Manhattan. Later, she could barely explain the urge when running for shelter would seem more sensible, especially considering her ingrained survival instincts. Only that it had been a time where history was twisting onto a new path, forever altered, right in her backyard instead of through the safe distance of a TV or computer screen, and even as she had watched, her mind desperately tried to pretend it was all a dream.

- Tabby survived the snap, and the months of hell that came after. It was the closest she came to sliding back into an Oxy habit, if only for a temporary respite from the chaos and the uncertainty. She sometimes fantasized about leaving Brooklyn, or New York as a whole, especially when global borders began to shift or disappear. Except there was the housebound lady at the end of the block who needed help getting groceries. Old Freddie who still came to the bar every day to drink, more broken than ever with his deadbeat son Vanished. Tabby’s usual sunny optimism was lost, along with half of all sentient life, but in time, the other broken parts of her eventually healed.

- If not completely 100% pro-vigilante, Tabby is at least sympathetic to the cause. The legal system favors the rich and powerful. Corruption is everywhere. Whether the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen or The Punisher, at least they’re doing -something-. Why they always seem to be doing that particular something in Manhattan instead of the other boroughs is her main gripe.

- The bar Tabby works for is owned by the Manfredi family, who are part of the Maggia crime syndicate (which was Easter Egg’ed in Netflix’s Daredevil and more fleshed out in the comics). Drawing on what is hinted at in Daredevil, the Italian crime families are minor players in New York now, mostly either choosing to retire after their glory days in the 80s or pushed out by new gangs jockeying for power. Relating to the first Marvel head canon, Tabby ended up arrested thanks to poor life choices stemming from dating fellow teenager Tony Manfredi, and her boss Vinnie, always a pain in the ass, is part of the extensive family tree.

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[punny-alien]

WIP: Ulalume

ulalume: story about abuse and recognizing that you can’t fix everyone.

    Mikhail wandered up the stairs, marveling at how much taller they seemed than what he could see from the ground. The occasional glass panes of the stairwell let him glance over at the crowd of people below. He texted another quick, “I love you, Morana” and stepped through the wooden doors at the end of the short hallway, stuffing his phone in his pocket. 

    He gasped softly as he stopped on the balcony, looking over the pretty gardens behind the hotel. The bright light coming from whatever was left of the moon shone across the little ponds in the grass, occasionally reflecting rainbows of colors off of the crystal balls that floated in the water. The ducks were long asleep, but he could still hear the pleasant rhythm of the crickets. Mikhail sat down in one of the seats and stared, mesmerized. 

    “Mind if I sit next to you?” A soft voice startled him out of his thoughts a few minutes later. Luca watched him carefully from his spot against the door. 

   “It’s fine,” he finally mumbled. It was awkward seeing him again after so long. He avoided his gaze as he sat down.

   “Morana’s not here, right?” Luca asked. Mikhail shook his head. “So don’t act like she is.” 

   He gave him a hesitant look. “What do you mean?” 

   “She doesn’t like your drawings. I know that’s why you didn’t answer me after our meeting.” Luca leaned into his hand. “She doesn’t like me either, does she?” 

   Mikhail slowly relaxed, feeling guilty as he slowly took in Luca’s words. “It.. it’s not you.” 

   “So why did she make you stop?” 

   “It’s more…” Mikhail sighed. “If I don’t pay enough attention to her, she could get lonely and hurt herself. It’s better if I don’t have any distractions.” 

   “I’m a distraction?” he asked, amused. 

   “No! I mean, not a bad one. You’re…” Pretty. The word seemed to pop into his mind of its own will, but his face burned in embarrassment. It had to be the stress getting to him. There was absolutely no way he was going to fall for someone else when he already had Morana, who, despite her moments, loved him dearly, or at least she said she did. Besides that, Luca was definitely not his type. He was too quiet, too serious, too perceptive, and it was way too easy to get lost in his eyes when they talked-  

   “Misha?” Luca nudged him gently. “I was just messing with you. Sorry if I-“  

   “Don’t apologize. It was definitely my fault for letting my guard down in front of her,” Mikhail sighed. “I’m sorry if I screwed anything up for you after that whole situation.” 

   “I don’t care about that. I was worried about you, Mikhail. I’ve got a bad feeling about Morana, and I don’t like the way she acts like your whole world has to revolve around her.” 

    He scowled. “She doesn’t act like that. She’s just been through some tough spots on her life, and support is really important for her. She’s working on being less dependent.” 

   Luca stayed silent, but Mikhail could see the way he clenched his jaw. “Why do you keep talking to me?” Mikhail asked after a while. 

   “What do you mean?” 

   “Well, I’m not exactly good company. We don’t have much in common, either. And you’ve made it clear that you hate Morana.” 

   “Who told you that? You’re plenty good company. Do you want me to stop?”

    Despite everything screaming at him to say “YES”, Mikhail couldn't help but listen to his soft voice and study the way Luca leaned into his palm, getting lost in the tired eyes that stared up at him with a strange kind of affection he wasn’t used to. Everything about Luca made him feel so comfortable, and that was strange and wrong. Morana wouldn’t like him being so close to someone else, especially an attractive someone who couldn’t stand her. If she saw him now, she would get terribly upset, maybe even hurt herself again. This is a mistake, he thought guiltily. She’s going to find out he hates her, and she’s going to think I hate her, and- what if she kills herself? What if she- 

   “You do that way too much,” Luca said softly. 

   “Do what?” 

   “Overthink. Even when she’s not here, you do things for her peace of mind. You must love her a lot, huh?” 

   Don’t say that. Mikhail caught a glimmer of disappointment in his eyes, and his mind raced. I love her, but... 

   Luca watched him warily. “If being around me stresses you out for whatever reason she gave you, I can leave. You don’t have to pretend it’s okay if it’s not.“ 

   Mikhail grabbed his hand without thinking and held it tightly. “No, it’s more than okay. I just... I like you a lot more than what she’s comfortable with.” 

    Luca‘s eyes widened. “Then the feeling’s mutual,” he said softly, leaning ever so slightly closer, and Mikhail felt his heart skip a beat as he did the same. One of their hands squeezed the other as their noses bumped against each other, and Mikhail closed his eyes. 

    “I bet he’s up here,” a voice called from the hallway inside. They quickly sat back as the balcony doors opened and an older woman appeared with a small boy in tow. “Luca! He misses you.” 

    Luca held out his arms. “Come here, Vinny. You got tired of boring old Caleb?”  

   “Yeah,” the boy said. “He’s just eating, and zia won’t let me play with the other kids.” 

   “Why?” 

   “‘Cause she’s mean, and...” his voice trailing off shyly as he noticed Mikhail. 

   “Misha, this is Vincent. You’ve met him, yeah?” Luca adjusted the boy’s collar as he buried his face into his father’s shoulder. 

   “I might have.” Mikhail pulled out the receipt from earlier and neatly tore a strip off. Vincent watched him curiously as he folded the strip into a small paper star. “Look, Vinny.” 

   “... can I hold it?” he finally asked. His face broke into a smile as Mikhail nodded and placed it into his hand. 

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[the--blackdahlia]

Royals Chapter 3 (Tommy x Nikki)

Title: Royals Chapter 3

Summary:  Tommy’s hiding a secret from the rest of the band. He hoped it would never come out, but somehow, it did.

Warnings: Maybe just some language for this chapter

AN: Thank you guys for all the feedback! Here’s chapter 3! (Sorry for the delay but I’m feeling better now)

Greg, for better words, was not a match. He showed off his skills to Nikki at the store, but Nikki was not as flirty with him as he had been with Tommy. In fact, he came off a little cold and concrete. Tommy wasn’t sure what had changed in the bassist, but Greg seemed to get the hint and decided not to try to continue with this band.

“So, we need a guitarist and a vocalist,” Nikki grumbled as him and Tommy walked away from the store close to opening. Tommy stopped at a paper vending machine and paid for a copy of the Recycler before they continued walking. “We need someone who fucking shreds.”

“Greg wasn’t that bad,” Tommy shrugged, looking through the classifieds.

“He’s just not what I envision for the band,” Nikki was slightly snippy whenever Greg was brought up. Tommy stopped walking and it took Nikki a couple steps before he realized the drummer wasn’t with him. “What?”

“Here!” Tommy laid the newspaper on a bench. Nikki walked over and looked at the paper.

“What am I looking at?” He asked. Tommy used his drumstick to point at the paper.

Loud, rude, and aggressive guitar player.

“Well, that seems to fit the image,” Nikki nodded. “But let’s just look around first, okay? Most people who advertise in there are assholes.”

“Oh, okay,” Tommy nodded, folding up the paper and carrying it with him, just in case.

****

Three nights went by before Nikki and Tommy found their guitarist. They had gone out on the strip, doing a circuit of the clubs until finally they saw a band playing that had a pretty kick ass guitarist. He was short, a whole lot shorter than the two of them. But damn, did he play better than anyone else they had seen.

“Dude, that was awesome!” Tommy told Nikki as they waited outside the club for the mysterious guitarist.

“Yeah. I think he’s what we need,” Nikki licked his lips. The awkward fluorescent lighting outside of the club made Tommy’s skin look a different color, but Nikki didn’t care. “Hey T?”

“Yeah?” Tommy turned to look at the bassist, and before he knew it, he was pressed against the brick wall and Nikki’s lips were on his. It was rough, but Tommy let his eyes fall closed and parted his lips and felt himself being pressed harder against the wall. But fuck, he did not mind, not one bit. He had been imagining this very scene for awhile now.

Nikki finally pulled back after a little bit, both of them breathing heavy.

“Fuck,” He breathed. “We’ll have to do that more often.” Tommy didn’t know what to say. He just nodded. It took him a couple seconds before his mind caught up with what was going on.

“Nik, there’s something I gotta tell you,” Tommy told him. Tommy was about to open his mouth to tell him something when the side door opened and the guitarist came walking out.

“Hold that thought. We gotta talk to him,” Nikki smirked at him before turning towards the guitarist, who was lugging his things out to a fucking hatchback. “Hey man, need some help?”

“Uh, I got it,” Mick grumbled, eyeing the two of them.

“We saw you play,” Nikki told him. “Wondering if you were looking for another band. We’re in need of a guitarist of your skill.”

“You saw my ad?” Mick asked, standing up straight.

“Your ad?” Nikki asked, glancing back at Tommy.

“Loud, rude, and aggressive guitar player,” Mick told them. Tommy smacked Nikki’s arm lightly, giving him a “I told you so look” before taking a step towards him.

“I’m Tommy. And this is Nikki,” Tommy told him.

“Mick Mars,” He ran his eyes up and down Tommy, like he was trying to decide if this was friend or foe. “You’re a drummer?”

“Yeah dude!” Tommy smiled happily. Mick noticed Nikki staring at Tommy like he was the most important thing in the world. “I played with Suite 19 for the longest, but I was also with a band called Dealer and…”

“Pretty scrawny for a drummer,” Mick nodded. He looked over at Nikki. “When do you want me to try out?”

“You already did,” Nikki smirked. “If you want it, it’s yours.”

“What do I have to lose? Two kids approach me in a dark alley and offer me a gig? Eh, been in worse. You should see my ex wife,” Mick smiled at them. “Number’s in the paper. Call me when you want me to come jam with you guys.” With that, he was gone. Nikki looked over at Tommy and smiled.

“Come on, let’s go back to my place for some beers,” He wrapped an arm around his waist.

“Your place the music store?” Tommy asked.

“No man. I have an apartment. I just like the free shit he gives me,” Nikki laughed. “Come on, let’s go.”

****

Mick came over and they all three played together, finally having the energy that Nikki had been craving, but they were still missing something. They were still lacking a vocalist to be the siren to draw people in. So they set out on their new mission to find someone to front the band, to sing all the songs Nikki was writing, to make them stand out from every other band on the strip.

“You think we’re gonna get lucky a second time and find who we’re looking for at a bar?” Tommy asked as him, Mick, and Nikki made their way into the Roxy.

“There’s always a chance,” Nikki laughed. He placed a kiss on Tommy’s lips. “Keep your eyes open guys.” Tommy made his way over to the bar. He ordered himself a whiskey, and as he waited for the drink, a man came up to him.

“Hey sexy, buy you a drink?” He asked. Tommy turned.

“I got one, th...Vinnie?!” Tommy’s smile widened and his eyes lit up. The blond man leaning against the bar returned the smile and gave the taller man a hug.

“Fuck T, when did you get hot?” Vince laughed. “Man it’s good to see you!”

“Um-hum,”

Tommy and Vince turned to look at Nikki, who was standing there with his arms crossed. Tommy smiled brightly and stood next to Nikki.

“Babe, this is my friend Vince! We went to Royal Oak together,” Tommy told him. “Vince this is Nikki. We’re bandmates!”

“And boyfriends,” Nikki growled, sizing Vince up.

“Vince sings,” Tommy told Nikki. “You still in that cover band?”

“Rock Candy? Nah man. I was too good and they knew it. I’m solo right now,” Vince told him proudly. Tommy looked at Nikki, his eyes shining and he looked so damn happy.

“There’s our singer,” Tommy told him. “It’s perfect!”

“Never even heard him,” Nikki shook his head.

“I have,” Mick stepped up. “Rock Candy opened for one of my bands. He’s got a pretty good set of pipes.”

“Thanks...old man?” Vince asked, causing Mick to glare at him.

“Come on, give him a shot. Please?” Tommy asked.

“Fine.” Nikki sighed. “I’ll give you the address. Come over and jam with us.”

“Awesome!” Vince smirked. Tommy gave him a high five. Mick looked over at Nikki, who was watching the interaction between the two friends. “You guys any good?”

“Dude, we’re fucking amazing!” Tommy smiled. “You’ll love it!”

“Hey, it’s karaoke night,” Vince told them. “And I’ll be up here any minute.” That’s when Vince’s name was called. “Wish me luck T.” He winked at the drummer and headed towards the stage. Nikki crossed his arms over his chest.

“I hate that guy,” Nikki mumbled.

“He’s awesome Nik. Trust me,” Tommy smiled at the bassist before watching Vince get ready. He took the mic, and Nikki half expected some Top 40 pop. But instead, Aerosmith’s Dream On started to play, and man, did Vince do it some justice.

“Not bad,” Mick nodded. “What do you think Sixx?”

“I still hate him...but we can give him a try,” Nikki sighed. Nikki leaned over the bar to snag a pen and napkin, writing down the address that Vince would need to come to. He handed it over to Mick. “Will you give it to him?”

“Me? Why can’t you?” Mick grumbled, snatching the napkin from Nikki.

“We’re leaving. Have a thing to do,” Nikki motioned to him and Tommy. “See you tomorrow Mick.”

“Yeah, yeah,” He waved them off. Nikki took Tommy’s hand and pulled him out of the bar. Vince made his way over to Mick, looking around for Tommy and Nikki.

“Hey, where’d they go?” Vince asked.

“To screw like rabbits,” Mick groaned. He looked over at Vince and handed him the napkin before taking his leave. Vince looked down at the napkin, then at the door the band had left out of.

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Favorite 👏 EMH 👏 Headcanons (please?)

Now thats the kind of questions im here for 

-Steph is an artist!! She likes to paint and draw a lot. She and Evan like to draw together

-Alex really likes Pokemon and Minecraft! he always tries to befriend the Endermen

-Jeff likes anime, change my mind

-Evan owns a battle axe 

-The EMH guys and Noah are actually really good friends! This is probably canon but they talked a lot until...you know....habit...

-Jeff likes snakes! They scare Alex so he doesn’t have one but....he wants one

-Alex also likes marvel, he loves Spiderman

-Steph is a trans bi lady and thats just how it be

-Vinnie is probably the best at DMing out of the group, he can get really into it so he does it a lot

-Evan has stuffed animals, fight me on this

-Alex’s camera roll is just, filled with pictures of sparky and other animals he found

-Roger has seen so many irl cryptids but he’s really casual about it. Like someone goes “hey you heard of the mothman right?” and he goes “oh yeah met him, really nice dude” “w h a t”

-Also Roger? Gay. He’s got a rainbow scarf and because it’s the eighties no one calls him out on that

-Jeff is one of the guys that can eat anything and never gain any weight, like, how does he do that. hes magic wtf

-Evan likes to pick up his friends up a lot. Like you could be minding your own business and surprise! its hug time

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SUGAR

CHAPTER 2

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Series Masterlist

wc: 2011

(This chapter has to do with Gwen Stacy’s band, click here for a playlist of the set I put together even though only two songs are mentioned below)

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The Fringe Cafe was in the middle of the city. A cool hipster coffee shop by day and a seedy alternative Bar by night. It was a regular gig for the Mary Janes. The band was front-lined by an old friend from high school, Michelle Jones-who wrote the small amount of original songs among their cover sets, and Gwen was on the drums. The rest of the band accrued through flyer’s they posted all over the city and was what they could get from the less than enthusiastic response to join their band. Over all they were pretty decent, the Fringe was a regular gig and even presented them as headliners. 

They practiced during the in between hours when the cafe staff cleaned and left for the day and the bar crew came to set up. The stage was small, so there was only room for Gwen’s beast of a secondhand drum set and the rest of the band set up on the floor. It was kind of their thing to get up in the crowds faces when they jammed, it was great discounting the occasional grope a middle aged man tried to sneak in every other song. Michelle handled that pretty well, managing to break a finger in between chord variations.

Gwen breezed through the back door, yanking the orange cap off her head,  shedding her jacket and bag on the retro black and white tiled floor, “sorry I’m late guys, I got held up.”

Michelle tapped the mic, providing ear shrilling feedback, Gwen grimaced, Michelle smirked, “what the hell are you wearing Stacy.”

The blonde looked down at her pressed creamy white blouse and navy flared corduroy pants, her black slip on docs the only thing adding back the substance the blouse and tartan headband took away, “I told you, I got held up, I didn’t even have time to change.”

Vinny on the bass snickered, “pop a few buttons at least,” earning a smack on the back of his head by their lead guitarist Margo. 

Rolling her eyes, Gwen loosened the top three buttons on her blouse and tied the front, her (not quite natural purple shampooed) light blonde hair fell to her shoulders out of the tight ponytail she kept it in all morning, and reapplied a coat of cherry lip gloss to her lips. The set list laid out on one of the round empty tables by the stage and she took a long look at it before settling behind her drum set. Sound check had already been gone through during her absence and Gwen didn’t need a mic tonight, she gave the ready to Michelle who counted off for the first song, which was a cover of Harvard by Diet Cig. 

When Gwen played the drums, it was a stress reliever, better than any drug. Pounding out all the doubt of her achievements, the uncertainty of success, her loneliness, all of it. By the end of a set Gwen would be on a surge of dopamine.

 They finished the practice and took a break as patrons began to filtering through and getting drinks. Michelle was yet to turn 21 and Gwen didn’t particularly enjoy drinking, so they sat on the stage nursing glasses of cola. Vinny stood at the bar chatting up a pink haired twink and Margo was off in the back alley way taking a smoke. 

“I finally nailed that gig at the Cherry Pit,” Michelle  took a proud swig of her soda. “It’s an opening act for some emo pop group called ANGELCAKE or whatever but it’s an act nonetheless.”

Gwen grinned and tipped her glass, “kudos to you, we’ve been trying to get an in on that place for months. You’ve got a set of iron balls Michelle, I would’ve given up by now.”

The girl next to her smirked smugly and stood, “I’m gonna go to the ladies before we start, watch the tools?” Gwen agreed and finished off her drink, mounting the stage to fiddle with a loose screw they missed setting up.

“The Mary Janes huh?” A familiar voice rose above the drunken chatter, “didn’t peg you for a girl band.”

She spun, meeting a pair of deep blue eyes and a wide set of perfect teeth, “Harry!” Suddenly she lost the ability to breath, all too aware of the tastefully dressed billionaire's son in front of her, and the midriff accompanied with her cleavage on display in the same blouse she introduced herself in earlier that day, “oh my god, what is Harry Osborne doing here of all places?” She itched to button her shirt, but knew it would only draw his attention.

An amused smile played on his lips, “you, surprisingly. I asked around and was told by your roommate Sam I’d find you here.”

“Oh,” she squeaked, noting to give Samantha an earful when she got home. “Uh yeah, started playing drums in band class and upgraded to this after I graduated. My friend MJ and I always wanted to and here we are I guess.”

“MJ? Mary Jane?” Harry thought he had made a connection and Gwen was bemused.

“No, Michelle Jones, but it’s quite a coincidence,” she gestured at the instruments. “Are you staying for the show? The set starts in a few minutes and it’ll maybe only last 25 minutes long, I mean if you can stand a little punk music.”

He slid off his designer jacket and threw it on the floor next to what he recognized to be Gwen’s puffer, “I think I’ll manage.”

Michelle appeared from behind Harry and googled at him, Gwen grinned, “great, looks like we’re about to start.”

“I wouldn’t stand at the front if I were you,” Michelle piped, swinging her electric over her shoulder. 

Vinny left his boyfriend for the night at the bar and Margo slouched in place, the smell of cigarette smoke coming off her in waves. Michelle introduced them as the ‘Fabulous and Marvelous Mary Janes’ and Gwen started the count off with a few hard hits of her sticks. Through the rowdy crowd, she made eye contact with Harry, who stood toward the middle in his own little pocket, eyes lit up as he watched her play. She gave him a daring smile and he winked, luckily her face was already red from how hard she played. The drums were like an extension of herself, her body seemed to respond to them naturally, like she knew all the right places to hit and create the perfect clash of acoustic. To Gwen, it was her art. 

Half way through the set, Gwen noticed Peter in the back corner when she looked up to wipe the sweat from her eyes. He gave her his signature boyish grin and she beamed. It was only by occasion since the start of the school year that Peter would pop by her gigs, at least that was what she thought. He would take breaks to listen outside for a couple minutes during his rounds for every gig she had, tonight he decided to make a personal appearance after listening to how she felt apart from him lately, in fact he was pretty excited to see her play. It had been a while since the last time.

They finished off the set with a modern punk version of Don’t You(Forget About Me) by the Police, out of breath and drenched in sweat. Gwen untied the tartan fabric headband and used it to wipe the perspiration off her forehead and dabbed it along her chest, army shaky and weak. Two boys came to greet her; the Prince and the Pauper. 

Peter went straight for Gwen once she rounded the drums to the edge of the stage, giving her a tight squeeze and disregarding how damp she was, Harry looked on from a distance, “that was so great! I forget how amazing you are with those beats!”

Harry stepped forward when Peter let go, eyes darting between the two, “you guys sounded great Gwen, I wish I’d seen it sooner.” The two men scrutinized each other and Gwen made the first move.

“Uh, Harry Osborne, this is Peter,” she gestured to her long time friend. 

Peter caught on and held his hand out to shake and Harry put forth, squeezing his hand back a little two hard, “boyfriend?”

“NO!” Gwen and Peter mirrored each other, bright red and flustered at Harry’s assumption. “No,” Gwen continued, “just good friends, we’ve known each other since high school, Michelle too who you met kind of already.”

“Oh I apologize,” he laughed it off and Peter hinted at the relief in his composure. “Well it’s late, and my driver should be around here soon…”he trailed off.

Nervously Gwen held her hand out, “let me give you my number, in-in case you wanna come to any more gigs, I can get you the details without you having to search for me.”

Harry looked delighted as he gave the disheveled blonde his phone, unaware of the harsh glare Peter directed toward him, “great! Great, it was nice to see you, I’m glad I came. I’ll be in touch,” he mused and nodded in Peter’s direction before weaving his way out to the door. 

Peter felt uneasy, “didn’t think you had the guts to invite him to your gig Gwennie.”

“I didn’t,” she let out all the breath trapped in her lungs. “He just showed up, said he asked around for me-I’m gonna beat Samantha to a pulp when I get home.”

He chuckled, swinging his keys around on his finger, “need a lift? Subway’s kind of dangerous this time of night.”

“Yeah, let me grab my bag,” she muttered and struggled to untie the knot in her shirt.

Peter huffed and swatted her sweaty fingers away, tugging at the fabric himself and Gwen along with it in a few stumbly steps. She held her breath again with Peter being in such close proximity, heat rolled off his fingers onto the skin of her stomach and up close she could see every individual eyelash as he looked down. The blouse jerked free from its tangle and he did up the last couple buttons where he untied, leaving the top ones for Gwen to handle, his blush hidden by the red stage lighting in the room. 

“I’ll be by the door,” he gestured with his keys and maneuvered his way to the entrance. 

Things scooped in hand and ears fully covered, Peter and Gwen hopped in the beat up pumpkin colored Chevy low rider Peter saved up for their Senior year, it was as orange as her knit cap. The radio played low, a classic rock tape Peter made drifted through the silence. It was surprisingly quiet for the city tonight. 

Gwen leaned her head against the glass, eyes closed, the back of her head tilted back against the headrest. At an intersection Peter looked over and observed her, the smoothness of her fair skin, how the stoplight reflected off of it and gave her a blushed glow. Her lips, pink and parted with the remnant of lip gloss sweated off earlier in the evening smudged across the corners. He reached over and it came off easily with his thumb. Before he could replace his hand on the wheel, Gwen reached up and grasped it firmly in her hands, then placed them in her lap. He chuckled, aware she was fully passed out, but he wouldn’t miss a golden opportunity to be held in her hands. So he kept it there as the light turned green, steering with his left until he got to her apartment and ruefully had to tug his hand away. He watched her for a few quiet moments, listened to her take in a breath and went around to the other side of the truck to carry her up the stairs without waking her. Tucked in her blankets, Peter took one more second to look at her face, so calm and beautiful. He placed a kiss on her forehead and decided to call it a night.

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