#alphaman

[demonpopstar]

Well, since people really enjoyed my bravocorps drawing... here's some more bravoman art! Some (mostly old) alphaman x bravoman doodles from the past few months. IDK, they've totally got something going on...

[verspertide]

Have no idea what he's saying, but I adore his voice, the sound of the language, his looks and body language. So, so sexy! Do you agree?

[daily-bravoman]

Day 90

Inktober Day 31: Fire

[blue-skytan]

Robot hell exists?

[fwboyp]

[mundaoincrivel]

10 Regras Para Ser um Homem Alpha, Técnicas Corretas e Secretas!

Para algumas pessoas o fracasso realmente parece fazer parte da vida delas. De todas as derrotas, o fracasso com as mulheres é o que mais destrói a sua autoestima, você sente vergonha do mundo por ser incapaz de interagir, e o pior é que leva isso para todas as esferas da vida, se sentindo um completo “Zé Ninguém”. Isso acontece com um homem, até que aconteça algo chamado “Insight”, palavra originária do inglês e muito usado na Psicologia, que tem o significado de compreensão imediata em relação a algo, que antes estava totalmente desconhecida, ou seja, é quando de repente você encontra uma resposta para algo que não conseguia entender.

[deruji]

What do heroes and villains do on vacation? Featuring Xenia from the upcoming 'Candle Fight' short and one of Alphaman's antagonists.

[daily-bravoman]

Day 51

[stygwit5ever]

remind you of anyone?

Homelander

[beardedherculestrucker]

Konrad Jensen, another military man of lower rank than Teckelmann, was mesmerized by this hot alphaman...he wanted him so badly...

[rowanlanecorner]

"I can't do that! I can't just go digging into the Network's secrets, they'll bring Alphaman down on top of me!"

"Then don't use a Network branded phone and don't fucking post where you are every five minutes!"

"But—!"

Influentia cries out as Jay grips her by the jaw. "You have two choices here. You can risk upsetting the Network, or you can piss me off. Do you understand? I won't just end you, I'll livestream it for your fanboys to watch."

"I'll do it, Okay? I'll do it!"

"We'll be waiting."

Jay turns to leave, but Stygian remains.

"Hold on a moment."

Still kneeling, his shadows slide across her face. She struggles and cries out in indignation as her hair is mussed and makeup smeared.  He grins smugly as he snaps a pic of Influentia with his phone.

"Just a little insurance."

"Asshole!" She yelps.

[deruji]

A rough sketch. What does a villain do for a vacation?

[horsegamesins-old]

Funniest sso horse names, an incomplete list

Horsegame Quickie Handy Woody Alphaman Stepsister Irony Ballless (perfect for a gelding) Brainwave Heaty Ballhair Octopusy Beatwife

[daily-bravoman]

Day 76

Inktober Day 14: Castle

[theanxiousauthorgrly]

Clairvoyant I: Supes

Cassidy Moore was lazing on her favorite couch at her local cafe, Hazy Brew, in the bustling city of Citadelphia. She released a contented sigh as she took a sip of her sweet iced coffee. She then turned towards the cafe's bay window and a tiny smile formed on her lips as she viewed the world outside: bicycles zooming past; construction workers drilling away on their jackhammers, and moms pushing their little ones in strollers.

Suddenly, the door chimed and a tall, bulked up man in spandex entered the cafe.  Alphaman, Cassidy groaned inwardly. What is that overgrown manchild doing at my coffee shop?

Alphaman, with an enormous golden "A" plastered on his red spandex chest, was practically looming over the tiny cashier. He was also accompanied by his colleagues, Bolt and Lady Liberty, at the counter. Bolt was more of an averaged sized man compared to his larger colleague. To Cassidy's disappointment, he too was spandex-clad, but his color scheme was atomic blue and gold. Bolt also wore the Greek god Hermes's winged helmet and an additional wing was drawn on his chest. Unlike her male counterparts, Lady Liberty wore a moss green skirt over her spandex with a matching bodice and a crown with spikes adorning her head.

Just great, Cassidy thought. The Supes, everyone's favorite dysfunctional family.

"Good morning, citizen!" Alphaman boomed. If it weren't for his vibrant costume, his voice would have turned heads first. He then turned to Lady Liberty. 

"Ladies first."

Liberty bent over the counter, her perfectly round ass peeping out of her mini skirt and clad in matching undergarments. Cassidy felt herself fighting the urge to admire its curvaceous shape, her eyes darting between her bottom and her golden hair. Her shining locks cascaded down to her lower back, only drawing more attention to her backside. Cassidy couldn't help but sigh and began twisting one of her stringy black strands around her finger. Then the amazon woman straightened up and began giving her order.

"So, can I get a non-fat, iced pumpkin spiced latte, no whip, with only one pump of pumpkin, vanilla, blueberry, and fresh pine syrup as well as a dash of cinnamon?"

Cassidy could hear Alphaman rolling his eyes from her couch.

"There's a fresh pine flavor?" Alpha asked with a puzzled expression, "Your coffee will be more akin to glass cleaner, Lib."

"It's gonna be like Autumn took a shit in your cup," laughed Bolt.

"Bite me, Bolt," she snapped back.

A snicker dared to escape from Cassidy's lips. She cupped her mouth and turned around to ensure that no one heard her. There was no doubt that Lady Liberty was a complete bitch and a fox at that, but she was also quick with a comeback. Cassidy's phone buzzed, but she didn't seem to notice. This was far too entertaining.

However, by the time the cashier got her order correct, the bickering had died down amongst the motley crew. Hot coffees in hand, each supe left in their own signature style: Alphaman flew out of the doors, Bolt dashed out of the exit, and their female colleague followed suit, sprinting profusely to match their speed.

They always have to make an exit, Cassidy grumbled inwardly.

Just minutes afterthe supes had left, a man with a disheveled look and a puzzled expression entered the cafe. Cassidy watched cautiously from her couch as the man ambled over to the counter. Something wasn't right. First, his scowl looked fit for a mugshot. Also, he kept reaching under his tee shirt to clutch something in his back pocket.

Right then and there, a future robbery played out like a series of snapshots in Cassidy's mind. As her body remain in stasis, her mind raced with images of the robber going through the usual routine: point the gun, collect the cash, and escape in the getaway car. After that possibility played out, she closed her eyes and accessed another possibility, another feature of her superhuman abilities; She had unlocked an alternate ending.

3, 2, 1. Action.

"Put the money in the bag and nobody gets hurt"said the disheveled man, pulling out a handgun from his back pocket and shoving it in the cashier's face, just as she had envisioned.

A young woman her age screamed; An "oh my god" came from an older woman; A man who was close to the exit managed to escape in the panic; The cashier scurried to the back. Cassidy was always relieved when a few people were able to get away from an active crime scene. It took some of the pressure off of her; the possibility of their lives being cut short was taken out of the equation.

While everyone was being ordered to get on the ground, Cassidy did what she was told but retrieved an intricate black masquerade mask from her bag and slipped it on. As she was approaching the criminal, she had already studied the scene to devise the perfect plan: she would approach him from behind, knock the gun out of his hands, and save the day. It was a simple procedure, and yet she couldn't help but feel inconvenienced on one of her few days off. Come to think of it, did she ever get a day off? Between attending university and fighting criminals, she barely had a day to herself, let alone a single moment. Why couldn't these run-of-the-mill goons just decide to take the day off too? Regardless, she was just about to carry out with her plan when the goon turned around and pulled the gun on her.

But she'd stared down the bottom of a gun's barrel many times before. In an instant, she knocked the gun out of his hand. Then, he swung, she dodged, and before she knew it, she was engaging in hand to hand combat at 11am on a Sunday morning. It was the catalyst to a game of keep away. The gun had flown out of his hand and dropped to the floor behind the counter.

Suddenly, he leapt over the counter, but before he could even retrieve it, she slid across it and kicked him in the stomach. She got to her feet but just as she was about to retrieve it, she nearly missed a swift punch in the head from the goon, but this was all part of the plan. His punches were too labored, and she was too quick. Before he even knew it, she had pulled him into her and kneed him right in the nuts. Down he went, just like in her vision. All she had to do was follow the script and finish the scene. But she overlooked one minor yet detrimental detail. The weapon was about to be in her possession when she began feeling an unbearable stinging coursing through her spine that rendered her stiff. The last thing she remembered before she blacked out was crashing on the hard tile floor.

When Cassidy opened he eyes, she was mortified by what she saw. While she lie on her back, Alphaman was being interviewed by the cops. At her crime scene. Worst of all, some cafe patrons were pointing and staring down at her. Their murmurs stung like the taser that had knocked her prone. How the hell did she miss the taser in his other pocket?! Countless times had she combed over that scene but failed to catch the two seconds where he scratched his behind and slightly unveiled the other weapon. There was no way for the average human to notice it, but some of the patrons certainly caught on to the fact that she had screwed up.

"Poor thing" murmured the panicked girl.

"Why doesn't she just leave it to the professionals?" bemoaned one older woman to another.

Shortly after, Alphaman and the cop looked down at her like a pair of disapproving parents.

"These young kids don't know what they're doing, Alf," the cop complained, shaking his head.

"They watch us in action and think they're the heroes" Alphaman lamented,  "Impulsive and reckless, I'd say."

Impulsive? Cassidy fumed. Reckless? I'm not the one who breaks a door every time he leaves a fucking room! Only problem was, all that furious energy only culminated in a balled-up fist. Words left her lips like the orange leaves descending from the Beech trees outside, soft and staggered, the opposite of what she was aiming for.

To everyone's surprise, she slowly rose to her feet. Alphaman went to help her up, but all she could say was "no thank you." She then retreated to the safety of her couch, with her cheeks flushed and eyes deflected downwards. Her heart was beginning to slow down but her eyes were flooding with tears and her brain was beating itself up with the could haves and the what ifs.

Her cell phone buzzed again.This time, she picked it up. Claire to the rescue, she thought. But when she opened the message, her stomach dropped to her feet, and her heart quickly followed suit.

Her tech-saavy friend, Kyle, had set up,"Citadelphia E.N.S.",orthe Citadelphia Emergency Notification System, for citizens to post messages about active crimes, disasters, or emergencies. When Cassidy opened up the app, she selected a video at the top of her feed: An older man spoke frantically as his cell phone camera shook, trying desperately to keep it in focus.

"My name is Stan," he said, "I'm at the corner of Fulton and West in front of Camelot Tower." He hastily panned the camera up all fifty stories to the roof where the figure of a small, young woman stood teetering on the very edge. 

Cassidy shoved her phone into her pocket before the video could even finish playing. All she could hear was the exasperated voice of Stan as she sprinted out the door and shed her cardigan. 

"If any supes are listening to this, please hurry," he pleaded, I don't think she has much time."

Visions of the jumper were racing through her psyche as she chucked her cardigan near the dumpster and raced towards Camelot Tower.  

[alexander-greenhill]

Thank You Father God, ABBA For All Things Thank You Lord, Jesus Christ For Saving Us Sinners Who Can Only But Begin To Understand Our Wickedness And Your Perfect Righteousness Awesome, Thank You AlphaMan Amen

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! According to his great mercy, he has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead.

1 Peter 1:3