#alright image comics

[geek-antic]

I wish I could’ve asked the writers of idw2 about the background story they had written for soundwave.

Because it seems like they had something pretty clear in mind that they wanted to delve into. And from the looks of things it could’ve been a rather interesting background story.

i love the how the artist was able to make him so expressive I can only imagine that it would’ve given some much needed depth to Soundwave’s character. Also would’ve been nice to finally see him get a proper origin story which I don’t think he really got in idw1 (the fact he starts out with no memories of his origins and no resolution still bothers me)

But I admittedly have a lot more issues with idw2, (mostly the repetition of words and sentences) yet surprisingly from what I did read in regards to soundwave I didn't have any major issues with his portrayal. (y'know aside from his yellow visor and job position) from what we did see of him he behaved coherently and according to his character. His little issues with starscream added some fun drama and made him a bit more relatable.

And then throughout the comics there are hints to soundwave having what seems to be a complicated past involving both soundblaster and sixshot? Which points towards it being a mercenary group of some kind.

And we never saw him in any of the flashbacks of the war against the Three fold spark, despite it being the perfect place for soundwave to become acquainted with megatron. but no, there's no explanation for how they met but there is a lot of megatron giving soundwave both orders and almost mentor like advice.

Its always a shame to see a continuity go dead when it had just started but I can’t say i’ll mourn anything else from it that isn’t soundwave. which says a lot.

RIP idw2 tf continuity, atleast you gave us a nice little story in the shattered glass comics you made before you lost the license.

Though now that the new license holder is image comics, I look forward to seeing what they’re gonna do with it. And if they’ll learn anything from the previous continuities.

[kerizaret]

Cultural differences

[turnipoddity]

me doing another raunchy ass chainshipping: im gonna make it a simple… simple drawing…

me 1 hour in: *made several panels*

[silverware-is-interesting]

very minor no mercy run spoilers(?) under the cut maybe a little au of sorts?? idk and it's a bit long

honestly, i was happy at the time there wasn't a guardener fight (because i found her fight in the pacifist run kinda difficult) but now that i think about it could be quite... sad? if you know wat i mean?? maybe despite Axis's warning, and, y'know how he looked, she still did what she was programmed to do, which is protect the flowers & stuff like that. plus, she'd probably have much more defense in the geno run, so you'd just LOAD her with bullets, and maybe the backups too, not too sure

anyways, sorry for the block of text, i just think she had a lot of potential (not trying to seem like i don't like uty, of course!)

but basically, Clover would just shoot her with a fuckton of bullets as she slowly died, and some of her systems crash one at a time (idk 'bout that last part though, i'm not really clever when it comes to coding and that kinda stuff)

might make more about this concept, might not, idk

[ufonaut]

They said you were in my head. But you're here. I knew it.

Junkyard Joe (2022) #2

(Geoff Johns, Gary Frank)

[yogoblog]

practiced(?) cleaning old comic scans with a random page of action comics (1938) #51

[kn1ghtc0r3]

hug

[nature-played-a-trick-on-me]

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[whitesuited]

and finally, the most important headcanon that this month's issue confirmed :

she is so painfully wife - shaped and Yet she has not yet been actually wife'd.

[pandakong]

[ID: illustration of two figures anxiously looking at each other. Rainbow swirling and tangling lines decorate the background. Both figures share a thought bubble that reads, “should I acknowledge the beautiful bonds of cosmic fate that tie us two together? No, they will probably think I’m weird…” It is signed, “Star!” by the artist. / end ID]

connection

[asterlizard]

The perfect princess and her grumpy dad

[smylenol]

The other night.. I left roses and an 8 of diamonds outside a cozy opera house.

I returned to ‘the scene of the crime’ two times after doing so. One return trip last night, and one again this morning. This morning, the card and one rose were gone.

Who could’ve taken it? A drunk? A playful, controlling man? A young lady who likes the colour green? A young man whose thoughts soar like robin feathers? A police officer on their down time? A jealous racist? A Pulitzer Prize-winning storyteller? An extremely brilliant canine? (Maybe tomorrow~)

Hahaha. Fufufu. Kekeke. Ooh-hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo

There was a story once about The Joker tracking down a blog writer named Steve, and murdering him. Can’t remember the title series, if it was Bee & Arh or if it was Detective Comics or pfah !

..what if they made a deal with some dark magic to possess them, instead? Now, Jack Napier is.. supposed to be evil, isn’t he? I can’t help it, darlings. I just.. even despite the baldness and guilt, I just.. feel like the world’s most diva cosplayer with a them there swingin’ a’ swangin’ (heee-he-he-he~)

I just feel so boss on these streets, like Basil of Baker Street is QWERTY-coding a would-be detective clownboy. 🔎🎭🃏🦇

Duh-nuh-nah-NAH-NUH

Oh, right. Sin? Virtue? I’ll keep contemplating, I promise. That’s a fact. And these choices are to be strenuously considered in a gentlemanly plus wise fashion.

Speaking of fashion, I bought a new coat, and.. I’m almost fully complete. I went fully crazy last.. Tuesday. The purple man. And someone on the inside. One of the senators has a bomb! Is a bomb? Keep your stick on the ice! Oh yah, oh yah, oh yah..

Oh by the by…! The inside of my coat has.. some Montreal Canadiens colours. What little red hasn’t been toxified out of my heart is as red as my beloved country’s leaf. :}

((We all know these streets should be safe for parents and their kids at any time of the day or the night. If you’re a ne’er do well, feel fortunate I abstain from armament.))

Upcoming Alberta Jack Napier fit!

[tender-rosiey]

Everyone loves girl dad Suguru, but what if he has a stubborn headed son

block battle — geto suguru x f!reader

a/n: suguru, you shall always have a special place in mi heart + reminder that suguru IS a menace just a hidden one

you’re sat in the living room when you glance up from where you’re folding laundry on the couch, catching sight of your husband sitting cross-legged on the floor with your son.

suguru’s dark hair is tied up, though a few strands have fallen loose, framing his face as he gestures animatedly at the boy who is very clearly not listening as he builds his blocks.

“s/n, I’m just saying,” suguru begins, his tone edged with exasperation,

“if you’d actually let me help, we could finish this thing before your mom gives me the look for the mess.”

your son, a spitting image of suguru down to the determined furrow of his brows, doesn’t even glance up.

“it’s not a thing,” he corrects matter-of-factly, his little hands carefully balancing another block on top of an already teetering pile.

“it’s a fortress. and you’re doing it wrong.”

suguru stares at him, clearly trying to keep his composure.

he takes a deep breath before leaning back slightly. “oh, I’m doing it wrong? alright, young master, show me how it’s done since you’re clearly the expert.”

s/n straightens his back, fully embracing the challenge.

“like this,” he declares, adjusting the block with the seriousness of someone presenting architectural blueprints.

suguru pinches the bridge of his nose, muttering just loud enough for you to hear, “why does this feel like dealing with satoru during mission prep?”

he glances at you over his shoulder, and you can see the faintest twitch of a smile threatening to break through his otherwise tired expression.

“hear that, babe? I’ve been reduced to the role of a laborer. guess I’m not qualified for fortress-building anymore.”

you hum, folding the last shirt. “well, I’m sure you’ll figure it out, assistant. just don’t let him run you into the ground.”

your son’s head snaps up, his eyes widening with righteous indignation. “I’m not bossy! dad’s just slow!”

suguru’s eyebrows twitch at the accusation.

“slow?” he repeats, his tone almost comically even. “me? me?”

he glances back at you, pointing at himself with exaggerated disbelief.

“do you hear this? our son, who couldn’t even hold his own chopsticks until six months ago, is calling me slow.”

you bite your lip to stifle a laugh, but the glimmer in your eyes gives you away. “to be fair,” you say, folding another shirt, “you are taking an awfully long time to help with his…fortress.”

suguru shoots you a look, one part betrayed and two parts pleading, but before he can retort, s/n pipes up again, his voice brimming with the conviction only a five-year-old can muster.

“because he’s not doing it right!” his tiny hands flap in the air in frustration as he points at the blocks. “I said the blue one goes here, and he put it there!”

suguru drags a hand down his face, leaning back against the couch.

“you’re killing me, kid,” he mutters under his breath before plastering on a painfully forced smile. “alright, buddy. let’s start over. where exactly does the blue block go?”

s/n clambers over to the pile of blocks and holds one up like it’s the crown jewel. “here,” he says with utter certainty, placing it on the most precarious part of the structure.

suguru stares at the wobbly creation, his forced smile faltering. “that’s…that’s not gonna hold, s/n.”

“yes, it will!”

“no, it won’t.”

“yes, it will!”

suguru groans, rubbing his temples.

“it really does remind me of him,” he mutters under his breath, throwing you a look that’s equal parts exasperated and helpless.

“why couldn’t he have inherited your agreeable nature? or at least some common sense?”

you snort, unable to hold back your laughter now. “oh, I don’t know about that,” you tease, leaning back against the cushions.

“I seem to recall you, suguru, being pretty stubborn when we were dating. remember the time you insisted you could build that bookshelf without reading the instructions?”

“that’s different,” suguru huffs, crossing his arms like a sulking child. “that was about pride.”

“exactly.” you grin, motioning toward your son, who is now enthusiastically rebuilding the fortress with zero regard for suguru’s input. “and where do you think he gets his pride from, hm?”

suguru opens his mouth to argue but stops, his shoulders sagging in defeat. “this is my karma, isn’t it?”

“absolutely,” you say cheerfully, tossing a balled-up sock at him.

suguru catches it with ease, leaning his head back against the couch as your son continues to fuss over his masterpiece.

“you know, this would be so much easier if he actually listened for five seconds,” he grumbles. “talks a lot, doesn’t listen, and refuses to admit when he’s wrong.”

“I’m not wrong!” s/n shouts without looking up, clearly having inherited his father’s excellent hearing as well.

suguru groans dramatically, flopping sideways onto the floor. “see?” he waves a hand in your direction, presenting the evidence of his misery.

you’re laughing so hard now that tears prick the corners of your eyes. “oh, come on, suguru,” you say between breaths. “he’s five. you can’t let him break you already.”

“easy for you to say,” he grumbles, sitting up and giving you a half-hearted glare. “you’re not the one being micromanaged by someone who still needs help tying his shoes.”

“then stop fighting him on it,” you say with a shrug, walking over to ruffle s/n’s hair. “you know he’s not going to back down. he’s just as stubborn as you are.”

suguru sighs, brushing a hand through his loose strands of hair. “yeah, yeah. I get it. he’s my mini-me, complete with the attitude and confidence.”

he leans back, looking at your son, who is now proudly adjusting the blocks again. despite his grumbling, there’s a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

you kneel beside him, resting a hand on his shoulder. “at least he has your heart too,” you say quietly, watching as your son holds up the structure triumphantly.

suguru tilts his head, looking up at you with warm eyes. “guess I can’t be too mad about that,” he murmurs, his tone softening.

“papa, look!” your son calls out, running over to tug at suguru’s sleeve. “it’s done!”

suguru looks over at the fortress—or rather, a colorful mess of blocks barely holding together—and gives a small nod of approval. “looks sturdy, buddy. good job.”

s/n beams, his earlier frustration forgotten, and suguru finally manages a genuine smile.

“see?” you say, nudging him playfully. “you survived.”

“barely,” he replies, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. he presses a few kiss across your cheek before pausing and grimacing.

“let’s never make him spend time with satoru.”

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[intotheelliwoods]

princess!!! PRINCESS!!!!! AHHH!!! YOU!!! HEY YOU!! IM GOING TO BURST INTO TEARS PRINCESS!!

Ok I’m a little (a lot) late but I heard its been a year since a certain Big Leo died and it’s very important to me that I drew something for it so here @intotheelliwoods

[lamaery]

It's alright Dalinar, babe, he got this. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- image description: A loosely scribbled and coloured comic page with several panels in four rows of the scene in Words of Radiance in which Kaladin joins the duel in the arena. The background in the panels is painetd very patchily implying the seats of the arena with half roofs offering shadow from the sun above. The first row has two panels, on the left we see an agitaed Dalinar, in his blue uniform with gold and white trimmings, as he leans forward, hands on the wall of the dueling pit in front of him, calling out "What happened to us?", "Where is our honor?". A smaller speechbubble to the side contains the words "Honor is dead". The panel to the right depicts Dalinar looking to the side to see who gave that cynical commentary. Kaladin stands there not far behind him, also in captain's uniform holding his spear and looking very grim. The next row has two smaller and on medium sized panel, they all show Kaladin from the side in profile – as Dalinar would see him. He inhales like he is fortifying himself for what comes next. On the exhale he looks down into the arena with mix of resignation and determination and utters the words "But I'll see what I can do." The speechbubble for it is already in the next panel, in which Kaladin is gazing towards us with a mournful expression as he says "If this goes poorly, take care of my men."

The third and fourth row are both each one long horizontal panel. The third row shows Kaladin as he vaults himself over the wall in the foreground. Dalinar stares at him seeming very shocked. The panel in the last row is a top down view into the arena. Kaladin stands in front of six people, four of them Shardbearers in full plate all now turning towards him. On the far left is Relis in his black plate holding a big shardblade. Adolin kneels next to him in the sand of the arena holding his broken shoulder. To his right stand Elis with a shardhammer in a grey plate, then Adrobar in a orange one with a blade. Further to the right is Jakamav in his green plate and the king's blade, Renarin standing blade- and plateless next to him.

[rhiangalaxy]

@allpiesforourown 's beast peak Shen Yuan Au got me 👀

[ID: A Scum Villain Comic. The first image depicts a beast peak disciple Shen Yuan, who appears in his late teens/early 20s. His robes are primarily green and brown. His hair is pulled into a messy braid and he has a pair of silver glasses. He is holding a qiankun pouch with both hands and is covered in blood on his clothes and face. He says "Are you alright, Shidi?" The second image depicts disciple Luo Binghe, who is presumably looking towards SY with a blank yet flustered expression. He has a lot less blood on him in comparison. He answers "Never better, Shixiong", with a thought bubble behind him that states "Hope this doesn't awaken anything in me". End ID]