#Various Writers

[keycomicbooks]

X-Force Annual #1 (1992) Greg Capullo Cover Art & Various Pencils, Various Writers, The Scheduler (First appearance) 

#XForce Annual #1 (1992) #GregCapullo Cover Art & Various Pencils, Various Writers, The Scheduler (First appearance) Story 1: "Shattershot, Pt. 4 of 4: The Mirror Liars" continued from X-Factor Annual no. 7 Story 2: "The Crush" feat. Wiz Kid, Artie and Leech Story 3: X-Force Villain's Gallery Story 4: Pinups SAVE ON SHIPPING COST - NOW AVAILABLE FOR LOCAL PICK UP IN DELTONA, FLORIDA https://www.rarecomicbooks.fashionablewebs.com/X-Force.html#A1  #RareComicBooks #KeyComicBooks #MarvelComics #MCU #MarvelUniverse #KeyIssue

[veryaren]

being fully honest I think nortorphrick is the holy trinity of toxic yaoi

[tea-cat-arts]

I simply think this fandom doesn't give Wei Wuxian enough credit for the various ways in which he saved Lan Wangji

[queer-benoit-blanc]

What do you do when you're writing a show and there's this character who despite your best efforts just won't die? You're supposed to be in charge of the plot and yet this character is still there, still messing with your plans. How do you address this?

Well obviously you make the final villain of the show a writer, and you make him very angry that the character won't stick to the plan like all the others. This makes sense.

[zyoojis]

(💘) 🔗 CUPID | bnha

s. todoroki, i. midoriya, k. bakugou ✗ fem!reader [ heavily inspired by © 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐔 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐄's romantic killer ]

✰ synopsis — a carefree teenager enjoys life's simple pleasures, like strawberry drinks, her dog, and video games, with no interest in romance. that is, until a playful wizard thrusts her into an otome-like scenario where she must navigate love with three boys: a mysterious candy cane figure, a sincere childhood friend, and a prickly blond with a shared past. as they each bring chaos and new emotions, her heart slowly begins to awaken to love.

CUPID IS ONLY FOUND ON WATTPAD. [ subject to change ]

📋 AUTHOR’S NOTE

— hi, jiyuu here! i don’t normally go on here and post. i just occassionally read random stuff LOL but i wanna self-advertise my own work since.. i like the attention 😂🙏 and the wattpad algorithm is doodoo .. 👎🏻

— but please if you love mha as much as i do, give it a read on your own time! don’t forget to leave a vote and a comment, happy reading !! :33

© zyoojis 2024. do not repost, copy or steal my works.

[fumiscripts]

🃁 IN THE SPOTLIGHT

fic masterlist . next chapter

You love the attention. You basked in it.

The ball slammed into the net, and people cheered. Cheered for you. It was another match where you hogged the spotlight, keeping everyone’s eyes on you. The adrenaline’s still pumped through your veins, and through the ring of all the acknowledgement, you catch the sound of the final whistle blowing, signaling the end of the game.

Your afterglow from that victory was too short for your liking. How disappointing. Then again, the opponents really weren’t all that.

Seeing the 6-1 in your favor was satisfying, though. All your goals. You expected nothing less from yourself.

That match was the regionals for the little tournament your team was in, and because of you, they’re making it to nationals. They should be glad you’re on their team. You, as their striker, practically carried them. In your opinion, the club would’ve been down the dumps if it weren’t for your presence. You found yourself hardly caring, despite it. As long as they continued their job of solely following you in the field, you’d gladly play the role of their savior.

After recollecting yourself, you trudged off the field. Everything that came after was a positive haze, a routine you’ve gotten used to, but can never get tired of. The praise from your teammates, coach, friends— to the present reporters pulling you aside to monopolize your time. Of course, you were ecstatic about the attention.

Microphones were shoved in front of you, recording every answer you gave out from their questions. Cameras flashed, and you gave your award-winning smile at every click of a photo. Amongst the blinding lights, you catch a pair of eyes staring at you. Of course, you knew there were always people staring at you— but this was different. She was assessing you. Perhaps a scout?

Whatever that look was for, you were sure it wasn't just a bystander staring.

You were right. It wasn't just a bystander staring.

〈 YOU’VE BEEN SELECTED FOR A SPECIAL PLAYER TRAINING PROGRAM.

– Japan Football Union 〉

The letter you received sure was interesting— why was it a letter, anyway? Couldn't it have just been an email?

But besides that, it was interesting. It was short and concise, with a brief explanation, a time, and a place in its contents. Very shady, but boredom really made you want to take it. It could be an opportunity for you to shine in an even brighter spotlight, an upgrade from a third-rate platform to the main stage. The location was very familiar to you, anyway, so this should be an official message.

You found yourself in the address given in the paper— a rather worn down building, but it was a place you grew semi-accustomed to— and entered the property. The halls were as plain as ever, you noted, as you stood in front of a set of dark double-doors. Opening it, you were greeted by what seems like an entire batch of people. Significantly more teenage boys in a single room than you can count.

Despite wanting to, you didn’t comment on it. You instantly felt their stares turn to you the moment you stepped into the room, and you remained unyielding under the pressure of the multiple gazes. In fact, you felt good that your presence was being seen, even more so when a good handful of them seemed to recognize who you were. You could say the vibes you gave off demanded attention.

“–Test. One, two,”

You heard a whisper through the speakers from who knows where, making you scan across the room to find where it came from. The moment you found it, though, you tried not to walk out the door right then and there.

“Congratulations, you unpolished gems,” the voice boomed through the room. Right at the same time, the lights closed, and a spotlight pointed towards the source: a lanky man who sported a bowl cut and rectangular glasses, Jinpachi Ego. Who, to you, was a very familiar face. “All you under 18 strikers have been chosen solely based on my criteria and biases to be here today. All 300 of you.”

You watched in silence as he introduced himself— really, you only watched, not listened— zoned out with most of his words going in one ear and out the other. He was saying something about making Japan capable of winning the world cup. Japan, winning, and World Cup in the same sentence was something you never thought you'd hear from someone like him. Is he being for real? Maybe you should actually start listening.

“I'll put it into simple terms,” it was then that you caught the projection behind him, showing the Japan flag. “Japan only requires one thing to become the strongest powerhouse in soccer,” he stated, bringing his arms out, in what you think is for adding dramatic effect. “And that is the creation of a revolutionary striker. From you three hundred players gathered here today, I will forge the best striker in the world through a certain project.”

He really talks a lot, you note. “Look here,” Ego prompted, stretching a finger up, “For this purpose, we have built a facility…” the projection behind him switched to a photo of a pentagonal-shaped infrastructure. “Called Blue Lock,” it was composed of what you could guess was five separate buildings, with a stadium in the middle of it. Above the image, ‘Blue Lock’ was a bolded text. A whole facility for this?

You tuned out most of the rest of whatever he was saying— something about living within the building, not being able to go home, and considering your football careers over— you didn't need much of those details, anyway. “If you manage to survive Blue Lock, and defeat the other two hundred ninety-nine players around you…”

Oh? That sentence made you stop tuning his words out. A last-man standing, huh?

“You, the last player standing… will have become the best striker in the world.”

Now, that got you interested.

“That is all for the details,” he remarked, stuffing his hands in his pockets and hunching over. “Nice meeting you all,” he concluded, ready to end it with that. That was, until someone within the crowd raised his hand, retorting his speech.

“Hey! Sorry, but,” he put his hand down. The boy had blond hair, eyebrows stitched together into a frown. You notice that he seemed to have a friend beside him, a guy with black hair and blue eyes. “I can't agree with what you said just now,” he says. He tells of how he can't accept the terms, likely because of the nationals. You can't blame them— if some sketchy man you didn't recognize put you together in a room with hundreds of others, all the while spouting some rant about making the best striker— you'd be skeptical to go forward with it, too.

His words seem to put the crowd on his side. That wasn't surprising, he had a valid point. You watched as they raised their own thoughts too, before turning your gaze towards Ego, who scratched his head, before casually saying they were all fucked in the head, telling them to get lost.

Him and the blond guy had a back and forth. It resembled a heated debate on twitter, to you. Maybe your brain is just weird. Ego then proceeds to say how horrible the Japan football team is, to which you think he has a point. Compared to other countries, it is shit. Mister bowl cut then gave examples of exceptional players, linking them all with the same trait: ego.

The man almost looked like a lunatic— like he was someone who was absolutely insane.

You liked that look. It was something right up your alley.

“You will not become the greatest strikers in the world,” he prompted, an expression that seemed to cut right through all of you plastered on his face. “—unless you have the ego to match.”

Wow, you liked this vibe already.

“My purpose here, is to create such a player in Japan,” he added, lowering his head. “From the corpses of 299 players…” Ego brought a finger up as a gesture to his next words. “One hero will rise in all his glory,” he declared.

“Alright, you unpolished gems. Let me ask you one last question,” the noiret tapped on his temple, pointing to his brain. “Imagine this: you are at the very finals of the world cup,” he started. “Playing under the eyes of 80,000 spectators in the stadium… you are on that very field. The score? 0-0,” Ego added the details, and you noticed how most of everyone followed along with his words. “It’s the stoppage time of the second half. The very last play.”

“A teammate has managed to pass the ball to you. It’s a one-on-one with the goal-keeper,” the vision played in your brain, using the best of your imagination. “There’s a teammate six meters to your right. If you pass it to him, you’ll probably score that goal. The hopes of all of Japan lie on your shoulders. You are at a turning point at the world cup finals…” in your mind, you could see yourself kicking it in without reluctance.

You wouldn’t dare pass when the chance of scoring a goal was right in front of you.

“Without hesitation, you shoot.”

Of course you’d do.

Ego moves to turn his body, facing to the side. “If you desire that rebellious ‘egoism’...” the doors behind him opened, filling the room with light from what’s on the other side. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his free hand behind his back. “Then step through the gate,” a crazed grin stretched along his face. “I’ll say it once more, loud and clear.”

“Football is a sport to develop you all as strikers. Think of literally everyone else on the field as supporting you,” he pointed to the crowd in order to emphasize his point. “When you’re on the field, you are the star.”

Damn right you are.

“Your greatest joy is scoring points, and nothing else,” he said. “You live for the excitement of that very moment,” his grin got eerily wider, his eyes swirling with some sort of drive.

He was right with that. The sake of your goals are the only thing that gets your blood pumping in a game. Whatever drugs Ego’s on, you were starting to crave it, too. Even if you never thought you’d admit that to yourself. Maybe your past self was too judgy. He can be relatable, occasionally.

“Now that’s a striker, don’t you think?”

Suddenly, someone from the crowd steps out, rushing towards the gate— it was that boy next to the other guy that debated with Ego. He seemed to have enabled a chain reaction, as one after another, people rushed forward as well, before everyone was running towards the entrance, uncoordinated.

You knew better than to run along with the crowd and possibly bump into people, so you waited until most of them were a good distance away from you. And you say most, as in the corner of your eye, you spot someone walking the other way, towards the exit, with somebody else chasing after him. You ignored them.

Calmly, you strided over to the gate. You had no need to rush. As you passed by Ego, he spoke up, making you halt in your steps.

“I see you actually made it, [Name],” he remarked, making you glance at him. He was slouching, as always. Head looking down with his horrible posture. “Long time, no see.”

“Still the same as ever, huh, Ego-san?” you reply, adjusting the strap of your carry-on. You turn your head, fully looking at him. “You really gonna do allat?” you ask, referring to his earlier speech about making the best striker. It was a very ambitious goal, but since it was Ego, you could tell it might be possible. A lot less far-fetched if it would be you who remains the last one standing.

Ego nods. “Of course,” he answered. He leans back, looking at the ceiling above before heading to another topic. “You're here to be what the players aim to beat,” the man stated. You weren't sure whether you should be happy about the fact that he acknowledged that you're good enough to be the ideal model in this project, or be offended that he doesn't seem to consider you a contestant worthy of participating to be the best striker.

“Am I just here to set a standard for you?” you scoff, tearing your gaze away from him. You look back forward, walking towards the gates once again. “I’ll beat them all,” you state, confidence lacing your tone. “You know I will.”

He hums, muttering something incoherent under his breath. He tilts his head up, watching you move towards the door. “We’ll see,” he replies to your statement. “Prove yourself worthy of a main role, [name].”

You turn around, catching a glimpse of him looking at you with expectation. You raised an eyebrow, a grin tugging on your face.

“Don’t I already do?”

(a/n) tofumi is here with another fic. no, i'm not okay. I wrote this slop half asleep so mb for any mistakes.

I have plans for this fic TRUST. if you noticed, mc is a bit like gojo. I lowk wanted to try to do a cocky, extroverted mc because most of my mcs are introverted hhh

​​​​​​anw enough yap 👅 next chapter will be next year cause I still have more prep to do

thank you for reading!! 

taglist:: @atlas-atlantic, @shidousprincess, @lakeside-paradise, @shrii-kk

@neversam, @motchilyn, @tired-xyra-urstruly

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[meamiki]

a star being appeared in your apartment, wdyd?

(aka loop getting reverse isekaied into the modern office au)

also there are some scattered mumblings on loop in this AU under the cut actually in an rb now link right here if anyone's interested (spoilers for all of ISAT, including 2hats!)

[drdemonprince]

what are your thoughts on getting a phd without the goal of being a professor? i’m really interested in cultural studies and literary criticism and want to be a writer but don’t have my heart set on a career in academia

i think it would probably be better to just. write about those things. and self-educate on them of course. graduate school will not make you a better writer for a non-academic audience, it will make you a worse one, and it will demand much of you that keeps you from the writing practice.

[oifaaa]

Do you think they’ll ever kill Tim off?

We can only prey

[quillary]

❤︎₊ Aemond Targaryen and Aegon II Targaryen [Sneak peak to Chapter Fifteen]

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

Fic: The giver takes, the taker gives (on AO3)

Pairing: Female!Oc x Various

[bloodyboi]

Hi! You like teen titans 2003 fanfics or just the cartoon itself? Well I, made a fanfic where reader is part of the team and is childhood best friends with a certain bird on Wattpad. I post every Sunday in GMT-5 time zone. Please go enjoy it or just check it out for yourself! Thanks for staying by and reading this my fellow traveler.

[keycomicbooks]

Future State Next Batman #2 (2021) José Ladrönn Cover & Nick Derington Pencils, Various Writers, 1st Appearance of Siren, Batgirls and Gotham City Sirens

#FutureState #NextBatman #2 (2021) #JoséLadrönn Cover & #NickDerington Pencils, Various Writers, 1st Appearance of Siren, #Batgirls and #GothamCitySirens Mayor Nakano (First appearance) "The Next #Batman, Chapter 2" In this second Future State: Batman chapter, wearing a mask in Gotham City is now a crime - and when it’s compounded with murder, it can be a shoot-on-sight offense! https://rarecomicbooks.fashionablewebs.com/Future%20State%20Next%20Batman.html#2 @rarecomicbooks Website Link In Bio Page If Applicable. SAVE ON SHIPPING COST - NOW AVAILABLE FOR LOCAL PICK UP IN DELTONA, FLORIDA #KeyComicBooks #DCComics #DCU #DCUniverse #KeyIssue

[funky-goblin-times]

I got this idea that Elliot likes greek mythology because one of his loved items is pomegranate, and yknow, pomegranate is really important for Persephone and Hades and I think he'd dig that

[morverenmaybewrites]

So close!

I'm so close to finishing the latest chapter of TPDGSGtGC (ridiculously long acronym). Just two more scenes or around 1,500 words left to write. Might release it along with a separate story I'm working on. Might not. I'm a slave to the muse. Send help.

[bennettmaximoff]

Damon was incredibly protective and loving of Bonnie and ended up being her soulmate in the books, and the tvd writers thought “Hm, let’s make him a complete asshole to her throughout the entire show and hurt her at every given opportunity.” They took one look at how Stefan and Bonnie’s friendship was progressing throughout S1-S2 and decided to completely retcon it and started having him disregard her the same way everyone else did. You see, none of the main male characters were allowed to have actual meaningful connections with her because god forbid Bonnie be considered a potential love interest for them and not their self inserts. Damon can’t even tell Bonnie he loves her without them making sure to include “The same way Elena loved you.”

It’s the same reason why they didn’t have Bonnie attend the Mikaelson ball even though her being there made more sense than Matt or Caroline attending since the literal hostess was going to be siphoning her bloodline’s magic. She couldn’t be seen dressed up in a pretty gown like the other girls and dance with any of the male characters because again, god forbid Bonnie be held in the same regard as the other girls and ever thought of as a potential love interest for anyone besides throw away characters. It’s the same with Bonnie not interacting with any of the Mikaelson’s outside of her protecting the MFG from them. There are numerous connections between the Mikaelson’s and the Bennetts. Ayana Bennett was Esther’s mentor and seemed to be incredibly close to all her children. Abby desiccated Mikael, Esther wanted to use the Bennett Bloodline. Yet, not once are these connections explored. These could have potentially been some of the best storylines in the show, but that would have required the writers to not be prejudice and have biases towards certain characters.

But all this begs the question…if you’re going to make a character black or a poc so you can meet the diversity requirements, yet still neglect their character and use them as nothing but a shield to your white characters, then what is the point? Because I have no doubt that if they kept Bonnie’s race the same, she would have gotten the same opportunities as the other girls and wouldn’t be seen as just a mule. She would have still been poorly written, not debating that, but she would have been treated entirely differently by the writers and the fans.

[hey-melissa]

here’s a quick drawing of princess as i’ve been rereading warriors lately and trying to practice drawing cats!!