#Ted Simon

[iknowshitaboutfashion]

Ted Simon - Jupiter’s Travels

[transformers-mosaic]

Transformers: Multiverse #6 - "Soccer Bot"

Originally posted on November 24th, 2012

Story - Juan Pablo Osorio Art - Ted Simon Colours - Heather Smith Letters, Edits - Franco Villa Chromia redesign - Rigo

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wada sez: This is the final strip to come out of the so-called “Girls’ Night Out” saga, following on from “Just Like In The Movies” and “Rage Against The Machines”. Like those strips, this was definitely intended for The Lost Seasons, but weirdly was never actually included on the deviantART page for that project. As in the cartoon, Chromia is depicted as having a close relationship with her counterpart, Ironhide. The phrase “soccer mom” is a (typically disparaging) term for a certain stereotypical suburban American mother, characterised as always ferrying her kids to and from soccer practise. See below for some shockingly horny character models by Rigo, designed for Chromia by request from Juan Pablo Osorio that she turn into a Pontiac Trans Sport, along with creator bios from the second “Multiversal Meet‘n’Greet”.

Hi, I'm Juan Pablo Osorio, 35 from Valdivia, Chile; I'm a biochemist by profession, but a toys and comics fan at heart. When I finally assumed I wasn't good enough to be a comics artist, I gave writing a try, and the results weren't that bad, so here you have me: writing, editing, managing and doing graphics for the TF: The Lost Seasons project I started. Following my obsession on taking over dead continuities, I'm now working on a DC superheroes fancomic set in the pre-reboot DCU,  DC-NewEarth So, yeah, I now bug superhero artists for help too, not just TF ones!

I'm Ted Simon. I'm 19 years old and currently attending the University of Cincinnati. Though I like doing character art, I hope to study industrial design to get a job with Hasbro at some point..

Hello Bots and Cons. My name is Heather Smith, but all my best friends call me Prime. I admit it was the 2007 movie that reminded me of all that is wonderful about Transformers, but since then I have fallen hard for the comic books, and never looked back. Being part of this fandom has gotten me back into making art, and kickstarted a newfound love of writing. This is the first sequential work I've ever colored. .

Franco has been plaguing the internet for years with his obsession about Simon Furman being the greatest Transformers writer ever, "War Within" being the best Transformers comic ever and so on. An example of this can be seen in page 23 of Seeds Of Deception: Sentinel Prime, in which he rewrote a rewritten character retconning the retcon. But it wasn't enough: he also rewrote the Pretenders: And Gods Will Walk the Earth. He didn't stop at Transformers: Italian comic book Martin Mystére was retconned as well,  see page 1 of "Get a Life!: Enlarged Family Business". Is there a way to put a halt to this madness (short of killing him)?

[motobilia]

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[badlypackedtraveller]

The bible for bikers

Book 6: Pretty much the bible for bikers.

Watson’s theory of motorbiking #1. All boys want to be cowboys. When I was a child my brother and I played cowboys; one Shooto, the other Poco. At this distance I’ve no memory of who was who but the arms of our sturdy sofa became the horses on which we rode the range and tamed the Wild West. In time the Lone Ranger became the Virginian, who in turn gave way to the Magnificent Seven and any number of Clint Eastwood films. Sofas became bikes and bikes became mortorbikes but along the way I never lost my love of cowboy films. There’s a direct link to the romantic loner on his travels; the outlaw on the fringe of society.

[distant-traces-of-beauty]

That one scene from the IT Crowd but it's AA5

[yeyinde]

preacher's daughter (Ethel Cain inspired) and biker Ghost would go so hard. all that corruption, religious trauma/catholic guilt, and small town gothic misery, you know?

sheltered daughter meets violence personified. the devil and the sacrificial lamb. you meet him when you wander up to the motorcycle club on the outskirts of town with a pamphlet about salvation clutched in your trembling hands. he leans his big, intimidating frame against the door jamb, and with his arms crossed over his broad chest, says must be good on your knees, aren't you, birdie?

(you answer with an earnest yes, sir, i worship on my knees everyday and pretend the heat that flares in your belly when he groans is from the too-hot sun; the first of many sins.)

later that evening, your daddy tells you that he's an honest and good man, but sometimes he prays that God strikes that vile place right down. you bite your tongue and nod, but sneak out at night and meet him there where you slip into silk lingerie and dance on stage just for him. he tells every man there that if he catches them staring at you, he'll stab them in the eyes, and you think it's the most romantic thing you'd ever heard.

it's love letters carved into the sunbleached bones of a half-submerged deer left to rot in the stagnant bog just outside of the abandoned white chapel. something watches you from the dark stained glass windows as he runs his tattooed fingers over your skin, leaving smears of gunpowder and soot.

(someone set the old man's car on fire—the who leered at you while you stood in the choir, wearing your lily white dress and sang glory be while you tried to forget what those tattooed hands felt like when they slipped under your skirt and between your thighs.

the old man was still inside—)

they call him a ghost. a demon. you call him Simon and daydream during bible study that you'll run away together. hop on the back of his old Harley and forget this place ever existed.

a daydream that quickly turns into a nightmare when your sordid relationship comes to light, and your daddy threatens to have him locked away for good. there's a gun in the safe upstairs. you think about the time Simon dragged you into the woods to shoot at cans and lose your faith under the sweltering sun when you pull the trigger.

"for us," you tell him, breathing in the dank church air ripe with sin and the stench of blood. "i did it for us."

it's leaning on the back of his Harley with your fingers threaded around his thick waist as the town grows smaller and smaller in the distance. staring up at the endless blue sky and grinning wide because you finally got your monster of a man wrapped around your finger.

(and all it took was a little deal made with the thing that lives in the abandoned church.)

[omgitstatertot]

Forget Simon "Constant Stoic Expression" Riley. NSFW UNDER CUT 🔞

I want Simon "Spends so much time hiding his expression behind the mask. He forgets to hide it when it's not on." Riley.

I don't want a soft smile when he's talking to you. I want a full-fledged grin that he doesn't even realize is there as you ramble about your day.

I want redfaced blushing every time you kiss him on the cheek.

I want him unable to hide the way his lips part in a silent gasp when you've gotten him relaxed and trembling under you.

I want his face red and tears streaming down his face as he asks you to keep going.

And most of all. I want his face red under his mask the next day after you whisper to him about how well his mask hides the bruises.

[mintfullyyours]

to give a dog a bone

thinking about saving a simon’s life once. Now he’s convinced he belongs to you. it got me gnawing at the bars of my enclosure. please lemme know if any of this resonates because I have so many thoughts.

thinking about how your girl's night out ended with one too many sweet drinks bubbling in your system and your best friend going home with a guy who had some sort of accent and a short mohawk. she deserved to have a bit of fun. rain poured heavy as you exited the pub, pulling your hood up, you decide to take the short walk back to your flat.

At the end of the sidewalk, a tall figure loomed beneath the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp. A cigarette burned between his fingers, the ember flaring bright against the curtain of rain. You shivered, unsure if it was the biting cold seeping through your drenched clothes or something deeper—something instinctual.

Rain pelted down in relentless sheets, soaking you to the bone. The city around you was eerily silent, the empty streets offering unspoken permission to move forward. But as you lingered just behind him at the crosswalk, the air felt charged, crackling with something unseen.

He took a step forward.

Before you could think, before reason could intervene, you moved. As if possessed by the strength of Athena herself, your fingers curled into his shirt, fisting the fabric tight. With a sharp pull, you wrenched him back, your breath coming fast, your pulse pounding.

Simon wrenched back a step, twisting his body with sharp precision, flipping his grip in an instant. His fingers clamped around your forearm, iron-strong and unyielding. You gasped, wincing at the bite of his hold, but all you could focus on were his cerulean eyes—cold, calculating, hungry. The rest of his face remained hidden behind the black KN95 mask, a barrier that somehow made him even more unreadable. More dangerous.

A car whizzed past, blaring its horn, but the world had already narrowed to just the two of you.

"Ow, fucker!" You yank your arm free and slapped him hard with your other hand. The crack of skin against skin echoed through the air. Your palm stung. His head barely shifted. Instead, his brow lifted, a slow, amused rise. It hadn’t hurt him. Not really. But the effort? Adorable.

You were a feisty little thing—he saw it in your eyes, felt it in the way you shook. He wouldn’t mind molding that fire into something entirely his. Breaking you down, building you back up.

His silence stretched between you, thick and suffocating. Unease crawled up your spine.

"Okay… I’m done," you muttered, taking a shaky step back. "Last time I ever help someone."

You turned, ready to put this strange moment behind you, but Simon reacted on instinct. His hand snapped out, engulfing your wrist, and with one firm pull, you stumbled into him. His body was solid, unmovable, and you fit against him as if you were always meant to be there. The realization sent a shiver down your spine.

"Done?" His voice was low, amused. Dangerous.

His fingers brushed over your lips, silencing any protest. Your breath hitched.

This wasn’t good.

"Love," he murmured, his eyes burning into yours.

"We’ve only just begun."

other simon writings for your consideration: you're Simon's phone wallpaper, Past Lives w/Ghost, creepy!stepbro Simon, amnesiac!simon part 1, amnesiac!simon part 2-ish, patching up exhusband!simon

note: toxic men in fics only!!!! yummy. thank you to everyone who's been reading. ILYSM

[samwpmarleau]

jamie’s two teds

[incorrect-green-lantern-quotes]

Imagine if DC made a WFA-style webtoon but for the Green Lanterns? Like, the GLs decide to come back to Earth and raise Keli as their kid bc they’re not gonna just toss her back to the junkyards of Bolivia

Like, it could be a really sweet yet unorthodox dynamic where there’s no clear parental figure and it’s more like seven older siblings trying to raise their youngest sister. Even better if Alan shows up every now and then to act like the grandpa of the family

They could live in the sector house that Simon was squatting in during the Humphries Green Lanterns run but John renovates it into an actual family home with enough space for all of them and any guests who stop by. So Keli can invite her Young Justice friends to her cool space home (eat your heart out Wayne manor)

But this doesn’t have to be all about Keli, the adults are important characters too and there needs to be more casual interactions between the older four corpsmen and the newer additions. Like Kyle and Jo fooling around by making constructs of anime characters or changing their costumes into cosplay. Or Jessica and John designing a terrarium for the house because you can never have too much green. Hal and Simon installing jet engines into a car just bc they can

Also just imagine all the guest characters that could show up. Not just the obvious ones like Kilowog but non-GLs like the JLI that Guy was part of. Imagine Jaime gets dragged along by Booster and Ted, and he gets into an argument with Keli about whether the Teen Titans or Young Justice is cooler

DC Comics pls hire me lol

at the very least give us an updated family pic that isn't a blurry blob in the background

[itsdefinitely]

this would happen to simon petrikov i think

[marvelling-at-marvel-blog]

I know it was meant to be a joke, but it kind of breaks my heart that S2 Jamie thinks the best way to make friends is to buy all his teammates PS5s. The way his logoc

Like he really thinks his likeability is tied to his talent, money and looks. The way he says what better thing to spend money on than love just screams to me low self value.

I really think he struggled to make friends his whole life and most of the people who came in his life like him for his talent, star potential and what he could do for them.

Which means when Zava comes along in season 3 he probably legit thought he was going to lose all his friends. Now, they didn't need him on the pitch. So now I just want to give him a great big hug.

His S3 storyline really helps him learn what true friendship is.

[freshlypizza]

The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals if it were a British Comedy

Paul Matthews = Jack Whitehall

Emma Perkins = Diane Morgan

Ted Spankoffski = Mike Wozniak

Bill Woodward = Paterson Joseph

Charlotte Sweetly = Olivia Colman

Alice Woodward = Charlotte Ritchie

Henry Hidgens = Peter Capaldi

Sam Sweetly = Simon Pegg

Only did the main-ish cast, as if I did the extra characters I would be here for a while

This is (technically) a continuation of the Six Idiots as the LiB and i plan to do all the Hatchetfield shows so if you have any suggestions please let me know and I will credit you :)

[miru667]

End of year art dump, part 2!! Everything from January to yesterday. xP All of this is Let It Flow AU stuff, read more for descriptions, context and credits!

1-2) Audrey Grace and the friends she made during her first recon mission to Vileville! From left to right: the Cashtea-ler ( @ampreh ), Théodore Wijins, La Rouquine ( @nalak-bel ), and Wesley the glowing boy ( @ampreh ). The last three are Cashtie’s henchmen who all want him dead. 💀

3-4) Cashtea-ler vs deoncelerized Cashtie (aka Cashtiel)

5) Audrey’s outfit for her 2nd recon mission to Vileville. >:D I really wanted to draw her in black just so she could be a little more stealth and a little more goth. Black Lady from Sailor Moon was my inspo!

6) A sketch page of OCs belonging to people from an rp server I’m in. From left to right, top to bottom, they are: Hugo (@butterscorner), Norma ( @crazypotatofan ), Nathan ( @nalak-bel ), Bean ( @lemonine ), Émilien ( @blackcatangel ), Wesley ( @ampreh​ ), Audrey (mine lol), Bét ( @bethanygabrielleart​ ), Théodore (belongs to my friend Alink, no tumblr)

7) RP art from a scene with @rafatello​ ‘s OC, Joan!! xD He pickpocketed the wrong tourist 🔪 (I love Joan he’s great kshfgjk)

[why-i-love-comics]

Uncanny X-Men #13 - "Machinations of Dread" (2025)

written by Gail Simone art by David Marquez & Matthew Wilson

[omgitstatertot]

Forget Simon "Constant Stoic Expression" Riley. NSFW UNDER CUT 🔞

I want Simon "Spends so much time hiding his expression behind the mask. He forgets to hide it when it's not on." Riley.

I don't want a soft smile when he's talking to you. I want a full-fledged grin that he doesn't even realize is there as you ramble about your day.

I want redfaced blushing every time you kiss him on the cheek.

I want him unable to hide the way his lips part in a silent gasp when you've gotten him relaxed and trembling under you.

I want his face red and tears streaming down his face as he asks you to keep going.

And most of all. I want his face red under his mask the next day after you whisper to him about how well his mask hides the bruises.