#commander Erol

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For those on the redesign poll who wanted to see Erol! He’s now a proper commander of the Krimzon Guard!

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Erol!!!!!!!!!!!1

COMMANDER EROL

🎟️ SEXUALITY HEADCANON: Pansexual but in the "any sexual partner I can beat to shit is good enough for me" sort of way. Erol is very rarely attracted to people so much as he is to submission and subjugation. (There are two known exceptions to this rule.)

⚧️ GENDER HEADCANON: He identifies as a cisgender man, but only because he's in a position that requires him to give a hypermasculine presentation, something his height doesn't help with at all. In actuality gender only matters to him as set dressing, it's presentation only, which makes him kinda agender. The culture in which he exists would never allow him to come to terms with this—but he certainly has no issue with being turned into a sexless robot.

💕 A SHIP: Razer/Erol, once again, the racing lunatic OTP reigns supreme. Also he's obsessed with Jak, but that's not a relationship it's a felony. He's also genuinely interested in Keira, they understand each other in a way that he's never experienced with anyone but Razer.

🖇️ A BROTP: Erol+Torn, when they were in the KG together. I like to think that they had a sort of friendly rivalry, with Erol constantly telling Torn he was going to take his position someday—and then Torn got "killed" trying to protect the Sacred Site, stealing Erol's opportunity to take the position legitimately, so he spends the rest of his career trying to prove that he earned it even though he'll never feel like he did. Regardless of his Underground affiliation post Dead Town, he would never have forgiven Torn for that.

🚫 A NOTP: I don't actually see Erol as being particularly shippable in the way that I ship characters, so basically...everything except Razer/Erol.

💭 A RANDOM HEADCANON: Erol's mechanization post-accident was the result of Praxis refusing to give up one of his most useful tools. They'd been working with dark eco for years via the Dark Warrior Project; because Erol was exposed to an extreme amount of it in his crash, Veger and his butchers were able to stabilize him and another unit set about reassembling him. He wasn't finished by the time Praxis died, but the automated systems in the war factory where he was being "treated" continued their work after the fact, which is why part of him has been put together to look normal, but the rest is obviously using KG bot parts. Erol woke up a few months later with no concept of what the fuck happened and the Dark Makers howling in his head, and set about tearing the world apart as ordered. Ever the obedient attack dog.

🗣️GENERAL OPINION: While he's not my favorite antagonist, Erol is undeniably the best antagonist in the series. He's obsessive and selfish and it's easy to write him off as evil in his arrogance—and then he waxes poetic about Keira's skill as a mechanic, then he begs Praxis to let him fight the Metalheads directly, then he lets Jak got when he wins their race fairly. He's desperate to end the war that's been his entire life, he's desperate to be the best at something that matters. As he exists in-canon, there is no part of him that's a good person, I wouldn't argue that, but he has a surprising amount of character depth.

(For the character ask game. This was also asked by @akilah12902!)

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WHO THE HELL PUT RAZEROL ON THIS I JUST WANNA TALK I MEAN THIS SINCERELY WHERE ARE YOU

Qualifier polls round 2

[radioactivepeasant]

Snippet Thursday: Demolition Trio

The winning prompt for this week was "Demolition Trio: Jak's dog chooses violence" as a follow-up to last week's snippet where he got the dog. Don't worry, no animals were harmed in the making of this snippet. Errol got a little traumatized though.

"Here boy! C'mere!"

Jak bent and patted his knees, a wide, silly grin decorating his face.

With a growling, grumbly vocalization, the crocadog bounded out of the transport and leaped into the boy's waiting arms. Rip wriggled and panted happily, perfectly content to be held like a puppy by the unnaturally strong teenager. Jak laughed and stumbled back a step before finding his balance.

"Whoa!" He hefted the pup higher -- if he could outpace the average KG with a twenty pound ottsel on his shoulder, he could handle a hundred pound half-grown crocadog.

A high-pitched squeal caught both sets of ears, and Jak swiveled on one heel expectantly to see Tess standing on the quay with her hands clasped in front of her mouth. She bounced on her toes even as she directed two men with a trolley to carry Krew's newest shipment of alcohol inside the bar.

"Awww!! You didn't tell me you had a puppy!" Tess shouted across the landing platform.

Jak set Rip down and hooked the thin chain lead to his collar. It seemed overly fancy for a place like Haven -- a beautiful, patterned steel that looked like watermarked paper. "Silksteel", Damas called it, an alloy made from metalhead bodies and Precursor metal melted together in a crucible. Jak was pretty sure the dog's leash was legitimately the nicest thing he'd ever owned -- and maybe the only thing that wasn't a hand-me-down besides his gun.

"Hey, Tess!" Jak jogged across the walkway with Rip trotting along beside him. Once they'd stopped in front of Tess, the dog went on alert. Ears pricked, tail stiff, he shouldered between Jak and the girl with a low warning rumble.

"Hey, hey. Easy, Rip. Good boy."

Jak reached out and boldly took Tess’s hand. "Here, let him smell you so he knows you're a friend."

Tess was not wholly unfamiliar with dogs. She tucked her fingers into a loose fist and held them out for the young croc to sniff.

"Hey, bubba," she cooed, "Who's a good boy, huh? Is it you?"

"It is not," Daxter loudly interrupted as he finally caught up to Jak. "Jak, your demon dog befouled the air train! I had to pay extra fare for cleaning!"

Jak snorted. "Oops. My bad, I'll pay you back, Dax."

"Daxter!" Tess threw open her arms to scoop the ottsel into them. "Ooooh-! I missed you!"

If ottsels could have blushed, Daxter would have been the approximate color of a tomango. Seeing Short Master and Shorter Master so relaxed with Nice-Smelling Lady, the dog calmed immediately. He sat back on his haunches and decided after a moment that it wasn't fair that Daxter was getting all the love. Rip whined for attention, sticking his cold nose on Tess’s bare knee. Tess squeaked and jerked away, then burst out laughing.

"Awww aren't you the cutest puppy!"

For some reason, Jak couldn’t help feeling a little pride. He scrubbed his hand across Rip's ears and grinned. "Well, his runt brother is actually the cutest. Rip is pretty great, though."

Tess’s eyes narrowed to a laser focus. She had her suspicions that Jak was referring to the puppy that always followed the tiny Heir around. The Heir that Jak had kidnapped and refused to give up the location of. The Shadow was breathing down her neck to get information out of Jak before they lost their chance to open the Tomb. But she couldn't act on her suspicions here in the open! Even if Krew hadn't been in earshot, Jak would just deny it anyway.

What she needed was for Jak to actually trust her with...whatever it was he was doing. The younger teen seemed to be fighting his own private war solo, only working with the Underground or Krew when he felt like it.

"No dogs allowed!" Krew barked from the doorway of the saloon. "This is a pub, not a kennel, eh?"

"Dog? What dog?" Sig's voice floated past him.

"The brat brought a crocadog from his latest hunting excursion," Krew sniffed. "People don't pay to see normal animals on my wall, you know, even if they are dangerous."

He shook his folding fan at the boys.

"That trophy had better be in mint condition or you can turn right around and stay out until you bring me something better!"

Daxter rolled his eyes from Tess’s arms. "Relax, hoverboy. Mr. MacPooch down there helped us bag a ramhead before he was even house-trained!"

"He is house-trained, though," Jak added hastily.

It couldn't have been more obvious that something had changed about Jak when he widened his eyes and hit Krew with a forlorn, innocent look.

"You don't mind if I put him up in the bar loading bay, right?"

Before Krew could answer, Jak shifted his weight and channeled just the tiniest hint of dark eco into his eyes, enlarging his pupils. He rubbed his arm, mimicking Mar's usual method for getting Damas to agree to something.

"I just don't want him running loose, y'know? The Guard are really bad about hunting civilian pets for kicks, and- and I really didn't want to have to gut a whole squad today."

There was something deeply unsettling about Jak putting on the guise of a vulnerable, worried kid while casually discussing mass carnage. Krew stared at the youngest "employee" on his roster. Well, "intern" was more accurate. He paid the brat in food and gun upgrades -- and the latter was only because Sig insisted and it wasn't wise to overly antagonize one's bodyguard. He'd never been a "dog person", himself.

Before his racing injury, he used to promise his daughter he'd bring her all kinds of pets to make up for his constant absence. Terrakeets, cabbits, dogats- he'd even sent her a jer-boa once. (That had been an unmitigated disaster, leading to his ex-wife calling to scream at him when the fuzzy legged-snake decided to constrict and consume a neighbor's hip-hog.)

Dogs had never once been on the list.

Krew curled his lip. "You're lucky I like you, Jak," he groused. "Get that thing in the back before someone reports us to the health inspector!"

He started to float back to the bar, then turned.

"And don't do that face again! It's upsetting!"

Jak snorted, and in an instant his old demeanor was back. "Sure, sure."

Tess followed Krew in, directing the last of the bottle delivery, and grimaced when she noticed a particular patron waiting at the bar.

Errol.

"Champion Commander Erol Errol", as he always bragged to her.

She suspected his parents had not been especially creative people.

His swaggering bravado and complete failure to understand that someone could willingly cross him made him a decent source of intel, but Tess had hidden in sewers that made her feel less slimy than she did every time she played Cute Barmaid with Errol.

Her personal feelings aside, she knew Errol had done something to Jak. Something bad. The man was allergic to keeping his mouth shut if anyone brought Jak up. He was both sadistic and obsessed - a dangerous combination.

And Jak was about to walk in and see him.

Tess squeezed Daxter in a silent cue to go warn the boy, but it was too late. A low, almost subsonic rumbling began to fill the room, vibrating the floorboards. The dog had clearly picked up on his master's sudden tension. Rip's eyes were fixed on the commander, lips slowly peeling back to reveal dozens of jagged teeth. Beside him, Jak had gone still, eyes cold. He quietly, deliberately, dropped the leash. But this time there was no fear in his reaction.

Daxter patted Tess’s arm. "It's okay, babe," he whispered, "Demon Dog won't let the Tattooed Wonder try anything funny."

Honestly, he was amazed by how much the dog boosted Jak's confidence. Maybe that was why Mar was so terrifyingly fearless?

"Hey Sig, I thought Krew said no dogs allowed!" Jak said loudly.

Tess tensed. Kid, don't-!

"You better let Praxis know his mutt wandered in here."

Outrage wiped the smug look right off of Errol's face. He lurched off the barstool and pasted on a condescending coo.

"Well isn't that sweet. The freak found his long-lost twin."

He took a meaningful step forward, and his fingers brushed against the wicked hunting knife on his belt. "Maybe this one will respond better to obedience tra-"

He didn't get a chance to finish the sentence before Rip was on him.

Tess leaped to the side with a shriek that didn't even come close to matching the shrill sound coming out of the commander. He sounded like a wounded rabmouse-

Probably because his entire head was currently inside the crocadog's mouth.

"Not on my freshly waxed floors, Cherry!" Sig complained, "C'mon!"

Secretly, he hoped the puppy would just bite down. Hard. But Krew was afraid of Errol's influence and Sig knew it. Best to put on a facade.

Jak watched Errol flail and try to pry Rip's mouth open for a few seconds with the kind of detached curiosity generally reserved for particularly strange looking insects. But when he heard the whine of Krew's hoverchair returning, he finally intervened.

"Rip! Drop it!" he commanded.

Rip did not drop it.

"Come on, pal. I told you not to eat garbage! Spit it out!"

Reluctantly, the croc opened his half-shut jaws and delicately spat the commander's head out. He looked sorely put-out by the loss of his prey, and grumbled reproachfully at Jak. Errol thudded to the floor, dripping with thick drool and finally understanding what it meant to have one's life flash before one's eyes. His hand inched toward his knife as he desperately hoped the croc wouldn't notice his movement.

"Rip, heel."

Jak made a hand signal and the huge dog left his prey to take up a guard stance in front of his human. Jak wrapped the end of the lead around his glove and stroked the dog's back.

"Good boy, Rip! Good boy!"

Mollified, Rip let his tail thump happily against Jak’s legs. Well, if Short Master said he was A Good Boy, maybe it was okay that he didn't get to Crunch the sickly smelling Red Thing this time.

Daxter's ears drooped. "Awww, I wanted to see if KG really do run around for a couple seconds after they lose their heads," he joked.

He and Jak both knew he would have been violently ill if this had actually happened.

"Aw where's the fun in that?" Jak retorted, "Just four witnesses? Nah man, it's gotta be the Stadium. We're gonna pulverize him in front of thousands. That'll be way more memorable."

He casually stepped over Errol's prone body, secure for once in the knowledge that the man couldn't hurt him.

Not if he wanted to keep all his body parts.

He paused and crouched next to the wide-eyed man's head.

"Next time, I won't be there to save you, commander," he murmured, "Tread lightly. And try not to run. Crocs love it when you run."

Jak stood and patted his thigh, and Rip bounced over Errol -- one paw landing in the middle of his stomach as he went. "Alright, Rip, let's get you settled. If you're good, I'll bring you some metalhead scraps. Sound good?"

"WURF."

"Yeah, I thought you'd like that."

Errol stayed on the floor, staring at the ceiling, for a full four minutes after that.

It wasn't hard for Tess to convince Krew that he'd consumed more than his share of liquor, or to convince him to eject the man from the bar until he could "pay" his "tab".

She made a face.

"Remind me to keep some chew toys around here," she whispered to Daxter. "I don't want Rippy getting any ideas about my rifles."

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Lego Discworld - Patrician's Palace

Patrician's palace exterior with Ankh-Morpork coat of arms. Giant beehive / pidgeon roost / clack's tower on roof. Statue of old Stoneface and hoho in front. City catacombs under the surface.

Palace interior with secret passage. Palace garden with lilac bush and BS Johnson's exploding fountain. Ginger tom and unprofitable butterfly.

Patrician's palace, closed, front.

Havelock Vetinari, Wuffles and Igor in the puke green room. Includes candle stub on nightstand and candle stick hidden in the chest of drawers.

Mr Pump in Vetinari's study. Incudes a crossword puzzle/thud board, music sheet and the manuscript of The Servant.

Leonard of Quirm, Sybil Ramkin, Erol and Rufus Drumknott in Leonard's atelier. Includes the model of the Kite, device for removing mountains, internal combustion kettle, scultping and painting equipment, and Vetinari's portrait.

Library / secret passage. Includes Oswald, modle of the disc and a death mask / head for young Vetinari.

The low king of Dwarves in the Oblong office. Includes Vetinari's and Drumknott's desks, "world's best boss" mug, and dog biscuit.

Commander Vimes, Angua von Uberwald and lord Rust in the Rat's chamber. Includes sprig of lilac, old Stoneface's axe, and Angua's collar / stygium ring.

Otto Chirk and palace guard in the waitng room / entrance / throne room / ball room. Inclues Vetinari's clock and the gilded throne of Ankh.

Palace Cook / Glenda Sugerbean / Grace Speaker / Interchangable Emma and food taster / Young Sam in the Kitchen. Includes bread, water and hardboiled egg. Roasting salmon, caviar and goblet of blood. Wine, cheese and a spoon.

Foul ole Ron and Rincewind in the treasury. Includes snake and scorpion. Paper money, Agatean gold coin and a head of cabage.

Tears of the mushtoom and Detritus in the saferoom / bathroom. Includes matress and shaving equipment. Bathtub, chamber pot with nightsoil, and shoft lavatory paper.

Moist in the janitor's closet / botomless pit. Includes trap door and chain for mimes. Stoker Blake's shovel and the Sweeper's broom.

Death / mime and death of rats / rat spy in the dungeon. Includes barred door, Dwarven locks, and a plaque inscribed learn the words.

Possible minifig permutations, with acessories:

Charlie, assasin Vetinari, Patrician Vetinari, Stoker Blake

Drumknott, Vetinari, Adora Dearheart, Albert Spangler.

Vimes under the Summoning Dark, young constable Vimes, Commander Vimes, Sargent Keel, Sir Samuel the duke of Anhk.

BLT Sybil, Dragonbreeder Sybil, dwarf opera Sybil.

Buggy Swires, Nobby Nobs, Fred Colon, Angua von Uberwald, Carrot Ironfounderson. Commander Vimes, Reg Shoe, Cuddy, Cherry.

Groat, Moist, Stanley

Ponder Stibbons, Mustrum Ridcully and Rincewind

Mrs Rosie Palm, lady Sybil Ramkin, madam Roberta Mersole

Otto Chirk, Margolata von Ubervald, dragon king of arms

Dragon king of arms, lord Rust, mr Pin and mr Tulip, Reacher Gilt, mr Slant, lord Downey

Low king of dwarves, Bashful Bashfullson, Cuddy, Cherry

Buggy Swires, Tears of the Musroom, Of the lathe the swarf

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Vixen Lockhart / VX-1

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Her official reference! There's a bit that could definitely be explained more, but I don't feel like it. This was just to actually get her colors down and such!!! I'll ramble a little down here for anyone's who's interested!

Vixen Lockhart, along with three other children, Rowan Balthazar, [REDACTED] Vuinwell, and [REDACTED] Ashcroft, were picked up off the streets of the slums by Baron Praxis himself in promise of a "better life".

Instead they were experimented on.

The experiments consisted of both artificial Metalhead DNA and Lurker DNA, thus meaning made to replicate that of the actual beast, and then natural DNA of both Metalhead and Lurker. Vixen and Vuinwell, the two girls, were used for the Lurker DNA, Vixen getting the natural and Vuinwell getting the artificial. The same went for the Metalhead DNA with the two boys, as Rowan received the artificial while Ashcroft received the natural.

The reason for the testing was to see if they could A) Have a backup in case the Dark Warrior Program was a complete bust, and B) to see if they could halt the extinction of different Lurker variants.

Vuinwell and Ashcroft died after the second round of testing, but both Rowan and Vixen lived. Three more rounds of testing were conducted on the two.

Five years would pass between testing, and with new instincts, Vixen would be the one to break out, going on a complete rampage and causing a lockdown in the lower half of the prison where the subjects were kept in. No one was allowed in or out. Word of Praxis.

Rowan was nowhere to be seen, presumed dead by Vixen, so she escaped by herself, acquiring a few spare articles of clothing and a guard taser, then emerging back into the streets of Haven city.

She is known as a Class X wanted criminal, the commander of the Krimzon guard, Erol, naming her a dangerous murderer rather than experiment, as not to exposing what had truly been happening underneath the prison.

[troblsomtwins829]

Tfw you get outdone on a street race with a RAT and just when you thought your day couldn't get any worse, what the fk do you see...

Do you tell the Baron you've found the escaped convict YOU failed to kill and be forcibly benched while the entire army gets to hunt the Freak without you? Or do you keep quiet...and hunt it yourself. Hoping to bring back it's head and reassert yourself as the Baron's right hand man?

The choice is yours...Commander Erol.

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When the Class 1 Race Starts I just Erol talking down too not only Jak and Daxter but also Miraidon unknowingly invigorating the Iron Serpent.

Also when Erol starts crashing into the Trio Jak is gonna do some well deserved payback and have Miraidon use Supercell Slam. Which easily knocks Erol out of the race s the massive electrical charge ruined his Vehicles engine.

Something the trio all let a laugh out at

Miraidon is definitely gonna teach Erol a very painful lesson as the Iron Serpent heard what he did to Jak. The Supercell Slam was saved for the last lap of the race. What better way to utterly humiliate the KG Commander than him spinning out into last place so close to the finish line.

All because he didn't care for proper race etiquette.

[bufonmedieval]

I made a little mental image/idea, that they, as soldiers of the Krimson Guard, would have to do joint parullages in the Zoomers, equally for all, whether they were day or night controls.

Explaining; Eventually I wanted to add Torn (before he deserted). So therefore, I changed the military ranks they held. We know that Erol was promoted to Commander once Torn left the Krimson Guard, so, before all that happened, in the military hierarchy at that time (I will name the hierarchy from highest to lowest rank), Torn is the one who carries the rank and writing Commander, on the shoulder. Then, he's followed by Erol, who would be Captain, and finally, who is of lower rank, Ashelin, Lieutenant. ✨️

To make things less complicated, eventually in Jak 2 scenarios, Erol would already be promoted to Commander, and Ashelin to Captain.

[jakndaxter-imagine]

Imagine Erol raving all night long after his shift as the Commander of the Krimzon Guard.

Submitted by Anon

[theshiaxartist]

Iam weak Have a Jak OC

His name is Shank. He’s 7′, male, a blue eco user, and an absolute coward.

Once a KG officer, Shank left the KG when Erol became commander after Torn, working for Krew alongside Jinx, Mog, and Grim for a few months before a job went south and he was caught and shot by Erol. Shank woke up in a pit in the Wasteland when some Monks, that were burying bodies dumped here by the KG, found him. He managed to make it to Spargus and prove his worth enough to convince Damas to let him stay. He can fight, but his anxiety usually gets the better of him, more often making use of the blue eco in his suit to run as far away from danger as possible. Due to his injury from Erol, he's unable to speak very well and instead uses a wrist communicator to say simple words. He does not take his helmet off around people, ashamed of his failure

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RazErol made the bracket!

I said I'd draw RazErol if it made it onto the bracket for @thecrackshipawards, and against all odds it did, and I'm keeping my word! It's been so long since I drew them that I'm super uninspired, though, so I snipped four poses that I thought would be fun from this kissing meme that I saved ages ago, and I'm putting it to a vote.

[reaalikaasu]

Squad #21 CloneShipping Big Bang Sneak Peek

I’m super excited to share the squad 21′s sneak peak for the @cloneshippingbigbang event! The author of this fic is the awesome @airlockfailure​ and I’m the artist for this fic! 

Auribus Teneo Lupum

translation: holding a wolf by the ears; meaning trying to avoid an unknown situation by remaining in your current unhealthy situation; an unwillingness to change/adapt/grow/heal for fear of the unknown

The author: @airlockfailure​

The artist: @reaalikaasu​

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: over 30,000 (incomplete)

Pairings: Denal/Axe, Angel (OC)/Koho

Major Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Tags:  blood and injury, hurt/comfort, angst, medically YMMV, militarily YMMV, cognitive dissonance, discussions of brainwashing and behavioral conditioning, permanent injury, permanent disability, clone troopers deserve better, clone trooper culture, clone shipping, clone trooper relationships, nat-born vs. clone trooper dynamics, healing and recovery, medical prosthetics, cybernetics, food insecurity, medical emergencies, erol and meerla are spice runners/producers but there’s no illicit use of spice, building a community, self esteem issues, PTSD, grief and mourning, murder, treason, hiding from the Republic, clone trooper decommissioning, clone trooper reconditioning, unsafe sex, anal sex, oral sex, sexual inexperience, nonbinary characters, early relationship Zero/Meerla, falling in love, touch starved, size difference, survivor’s guilt, getting together, Kaminoans being assholes, alternate universe- canon divergence, order 66 didn’t happen, original clone trooper characters, original characters, pov original character, other tags to be added

Summary:  Angel, Alpha-ARC trooper and Commander aboard the HCTFF2 medical station, makes a desperate escape into hyperspace after a surprise Separatist attack.  Confronted with protecting Kaminoan secrets or saving his fellow troopers, Angel chooses the lives of the men in his care.  Denal, one of his patients, witnesses an act of treason and is torn between doing what his training says is right versus what his heart tells him.

Snippet:

“You run a tight ship, Commander,” Kel Torra remarks.

Angel is unsure if she means to pay him a compliment or if she’s admonishing him for overbearance.

“But your expenses are nearly twice that of other medical stations,” she continues.

“HCTFF2 receives the majority of wounded troopers, sir,” Angel states.

Kel Torra blinks at him.  He’s never been a good judge of Kaminoan body language.  Costing the Republic credits without justification isn’t something he appreciates being accused of.  He looks up at her, wondering if she has more to say or if she’s looking for him to explain himself.  It’s simple, really.

“This medical station does not decommission enough troopers compared to the numbers being redeployed to the front,” Kel Torra eventually tells him.

It’s simple.

“These men are still alive, sir,” Angel states as flatly, and as calmly as he can.

She blinks and her already thin lips thin further.  “These… clones… are alive against set protocols.”

“Sir-” 

[dearyallfrommatt]

The thing that's so funny about people complaining that Captain Marvel is pro-feminism is that Carol Danvers was originally portrayed as a pro-feminist superhero, something new and daring from your friends at dear ol' Marvel. That's why she was called "Ms. Marvel." A woman calling herself "Ms." whether or not "Mrs. or Miss" applied was a huge deal back then. It was the source of debate on political talk shows and you dickheads that get incensed at someone's use of pronouns, you sound just like them. Congratulations, you're the folks Stan Lee and Chris Claremont were making fun of in the '70s. People who wore flares and bellbottoms unironically consider you a source of mirth.

She was introduced as the Lois Lane for Marvel's Captain Marvel He was an alien guy sent to spy on us but fell in love with humans, yadda yadda; it's an old story. After his debut, it was revealed that the overwhelming majority of his race is blue-skinned, he is white, and "you know about those white-skinned Krees." His commanders looked down on him and gave him shit jobs like spying on Earth so the original Captain Marvel was actually a minority working under a racially oppressive system.

So, Carol was an Air Force major when she ran into Captain Marvel. Probably due to copyright reasons, she soon became part-Kree through comic book whim-wham, and the world was introduced to Ms. Marvel, the one with the sash. When she got her own book, she became the editor of a woman-centric magazine published by Jolly J. Jonah Jamerson. Why they made an Army major a magazine editor, I don't know, but that's what said "strong, independent female" back in them days.

A side note: while I'm not sure how they match up timeline-wise, this is also around the time Power Girl (Earth-2 Supergirl with massive cans) came on the scene and she was touted as a strong, independent female by guys who came of age in the '40s and thought "feminism" meant they were ball-busters. At first, she was going to be called "Power Femme" because, for a brief moment, conservatives were worried feminists were going to make them start calling women, girls, broads, and other assorted chicks and dames "femmes." Yeah, sounds weirdly familiar, doesn't it?

Anyhow, after becoming a fairly heavy figure in the Marvel Universe and an Avenger, Carol Danvers was mind-controlled, raped, had her best friends and closest comrades in battle tell her it's no big deal, give birth to her rapist thru comic book whim-wham, have her powers drained and personality wiped by Rogue (who was a middle-aged lady back then and not a sexy Southern teenager), and while therapy to reconnect with her emotions, get told by the X-Men, "Yes, that second mind-rapist, the one who destroyed your life and emotional connections. Yeah, she's one of us, is in shit shape, and you're one of them and we'll still help, but we're taking her in. Just before then, the Brood (back before one of them became cute and they scared Wolverine) juiced her up to Binary, and she told everyone on Earth to fuck off while she hung out with space pirates.

Another side note: Carol was the victim of Marvel's mid-'80s attempt to remove pretty much every '70s creation from the playing board and I've never really figured out the rhyme or reason. Johnny Blaze was a '70s horror character but after the Satanic Panic bunch turned their eyes towards media, I don't imagine a superhero who'd made a deal with (a) Devil was long for the decade.

Carol also makes a bit of sense, as even the creative team admits they did her far dirtier than any character deserved, much less a flagship character like Ms. Marvel, and either had to kill her off and get her completely out of the scene for a while. As a Starjammer, she appeared in a couple New Mutant issues and a real fun little two-part mini-series featuring the 'Jammers and Charles Xavier as Bald Phoenix.

A side-note's side-note: I love the Starjammers. Space pirates fighting a repressive regime led by a guy playing Eroll Flynn. How can you not love that? And I'm not going to lie, while there were a lot of extenuating circumstances and it wasn't the nail in the coffin, Chris Summers' death 10 years back or so was one of the factors that got me out of regular reading. I understand they've brought him back but I don't care.

Back to the '70s purge. Spider-Woman was depowered in circumstances I forget. Why? Iron Fist was killed (actually an alien plant clone from his hidden city's immortal rival, one of many we'd learn) and Power Man (Luke Cage for you kids 'cause it's still not as dumb a name as Giant-Man) was accused of his murder, so he went on the run. Why? Marvel dropped a lot of licenses around this time so characters related to them went to the wayside, like Shang-Chi and Fu Manchu. But I never have figured out some, especially when it removed Marvel's really physically powerful female superheroes. Remember Marvel Versus DC when they had Storm beat Wonder Woman by kicking her in the head?

So, why did it happen? A lot of these characters have strong ties to Chris Claremont - and indeed, like Carol, Jessica Drew became a semi-regular X-Men character - and maybe he had issues with incoming Editor-In-Chief Jim Shooter. But Claremont's X-Men run is legendary for a good reason and was considered one of the '80s golden titles.

Okay, bringing it all back home. People who complain Carol Danvers and any iteration of Captain Marvel in the past 20 years are "too feminist" are merely a prime example of the intellectual vacuity of cultural conservatism. The targets change because what once was acceptable to attack has been proven to be far too human all along, and they simply do not have it within them to come up with something new.

X-Men is about civil rights. If you didn’t get that, you didn’t get X-Men.

Black Panther is about civil rights. If you didn’t get that, you didn’t get Black Panther.

Captain America literally fought Nazis. He is the embodiment of fighting the alt-right. If you didn’t get that, you didn’t get Captain America.

The Empire in Star Wars is fascist. The Rebel alliance are Anti-Fascist. If you didn’t get that, you didn’t get Star Wars.

The Punisher isn’t meant to be a role model for police or armed forces. So much so that the writers of The Punisher made him actively speak out against it in a comic. If you didn’t get that, you didn’t get The Punisher.

Deadpool is queer. He’s pansexual. Fact. If you didn’t get that you didn’t get Deadpool.

Star Trek is about equality for all genders, races and sexualities. As early as the mid-60s it was taking a pro-choice stance and defending women’s right to choose. One of its clearest themes is accepting different cultures and appearances and working together for peace. (It’s also anti-capitalist and pro-vegan). If you didn’t get that, you didn’t get Star Trek.

Superman and Supergirl (and a whole host of other superheroes) are immigrants. The stance of those comics is pro-immigration and pro-equality and acceptance. If you didn’t get that, you didn’t get Superman or Supergirl.

Stan Lee said “Racism and bigotry are among the deadliest social ills plaguing the world today.” If you’re bigoted or racist, you didn’t get any of the characters Stan Lee created.

The stories we grew up with all taught us to value other people and cultures and to treasure the differences between us. Only villains were xenophobic, or sexist, or racist, or totalitarian. I can’t understand how anyone can have missed that.

If you’re upset that there’s a black Spider-Man, or a black Captain America, or a female Thor, or that Ms Marvel is Muslim, or that Captain Marvel was pro-feminism, or any of the other things right wing “fans” say is “stealing their childhood” - you never got it in the first place. The things you claim are now “pandering to the lefties” were never on your side to begin with.

If you consider yourself a fan of these things, but you still think the LGBTQ+ community is too “in your face”, or have a problem with Black Lives Matter, or want to “take the country back from immigrants”, then you’re not really a fan at all.

Geek culture isn’t suddenly left wing... it always was. You just grew up to be intolerant. You became the villain in the stories you used to love.

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Kenny Boyle - Actor and Playwright

07 June 2020

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🌟✨ Welcome to the Grand Final of Latex Legends League Season 7! 🌈 The atmosphere is electric, and the excitement is off the charts as our final three contestants stand on the brink of immortality in our rubberized society. This is the moment they’ve all been fighting for, the ultimate showdown where legends are made! 🔥💥

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Tonight, Erol stands before us in an epic golden rubber suit, the epitome of elegance and strength. As the fireworks explode in the sky, illuminating his figure, it’s clear that Erol embodies the spirit of the Latex Legends League. His journey has been nothing short of extraordinary, and now he’s poised to claim his rightful place among the legends.

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Patrician's palace v1.1 + extras

So I made acouple of changes, hopefully improvments.

First, swapped the warm yellow and metalic gold for pearl gold. Swapped metalic silver and black for regular light gray and black. Moved Old Stoneface into a dynamic pose. Changed the stair fence to reach waist high and flow better. Lowered the "wood" arcs so they don't cover the gutter rail.

Bigger arches to make the attic cleaner and more spacious.

Main cast in minifigs.

Far back row: Angua, commander Vimes, palace guard, Detritus, Rincewind Back row: Foul Ole Ron, place cook / Emma / Glenda / Grace Speaker, Death / mime, lord Rust, Igor Mid row: Otto, Tears of the Mushroom, Sybil, Erol, Moist, Mr Pump Near row: Dwarf king, Drumknott, Vetinari, Leonard, food taster / young Sam. Front row: head for young Vetinari

Changed Igor's head to yellow and a different face (no glowing eyes), to fit with yellow hands and to differentiate from the golems. Changed Rincewinds face to a scared expression.

Removed print on Vetinari's robes, changed Errol's color to lime.

Back row: Drumknott, Death v2, Adora Dearheart, Albert Spangler Mid row: Charlie, assasin Vetinari, patrician Vetinari, stoker Blake Front row: lizard Vetinari.

Back row: Vimes under Summoning Dark, constable Vimes, commander Vimes, sargent Keel, sir Samuel Front row: young Sybil, BLT Sybil, dragonbreeder Sybil with Erol, diplomat Sybil, young Sam

The rank and file. Taller Detritus with loincloth, without different armor. Same peice for Peicemaker and Fred's bow and arrow. New Igor/zombie head. Sally Humpeding.

Far back: Queen Molly, Foul Ole Ron, young Rosie, mrs Palm, madam Back row: Groat, Moist, Stanley, Gladys Near row: Stibbons, Ridcully, Rincewind Front row: Otto, Scarissa Chrisplock, Wiliam de Worde

The terrible trio.