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itsapapisongo · 3 years ago

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transformations [part one] | j. wooyoung

starring: jung wooyoung, choi san, park seonghwa, choi jongho & @applejongho

concept: spider-man!wooyoung | harry osborn!seonghwa | flash thompson!jongho

genre: short-story | superhero

tropes: non-idol au | superhero au

word count: 3.3k

warnings: language, mentions of bullying, and suggestive themes

rated: pg-13

synopsis: a run of the mill tour to a kimcorp lab leads to the something daunting but equally spectacular . . .

note: this is a fictional story and doesn't represent who wooyoung, san, seonghwa, and jongho (or the rest of ateez) are in real life.

THE SPIDER—THE smallest of the smallest—spun a web high above of what used to be its home.

It had always been independent and lonely, and was now free to do as it pleased. The smallest of the smallest had left its enclosure after discovering a break in the seal, and hadn’t looked back. Below itself, forgotten and never to be visited again, was the glass house that contained its kin.

The others wouldn’t remember it and it wouldn’t remember them. The small spider lacked a strong memory nor did it care for recalling past events. It did, however, move and act purely on instinct, on the muscle memory that had been hardwire into its very being by its bestial nature.

And thus it spun delicately a new home for itself, a new life of its own.

Yet something was missing. It didn’t know what, but it was certain something was out of place. As it finished spinning the web, which was quite a beauty, the spider waited in the middle of it and clicked its mandibles as if in deep thought. Then it dawned on the smallest of the smallest that it was hungry, and that this was what was missing all along.

Nourishment. The small spider knew why it was missing. A hazy recollection was pushed into the forefront of its primitive, albeit conscious mind. Once, though not long ago, something provided food on a consistent basis. Now that it had left its enclosure, now that it was on its own, this mysterious benefactor was no more.

The spider twitched. The hunger was increasing, driving it to give into its more primal impulses. The spider glanced below, way past its web, and saw that it was time to hunt.

Right below, standing perfectly under its web, was its prey. Without wasting a second, the spider positioned itself above its intended source of sustenance . . .

“MR. JUNG!”

Wooyoung snapped into attention without meaning to, almost dropping his camera and catching it by pure reflex. He was jolted from his reverie by his teacher’s nasal voice, which was accompanied by a perpetually exasperated tone. He cleared his throat and quickly turned to Mr. Chung, afraid that the teacher would reprimand him further.

Mr. Chung approached him, his bald head gleaming, his brow furrowed. He was a man in his mid-forties, stocky, average in height and appearance, and was nothing more than a glimpse—a warning, of sorts—into a dark, twisted future Wooyoung desperately wanted to avoid.

“Are you paying attention?” Mr. Chung asked, raising his left eyebrow.

“I am, sir. I’m just taking photos.”

“How can you be paying attention if you’re doing something else?”

Wooyoung blinked and absentmindedly said, “I can multitask, sir.”

Mr. Chung stared and Wooyoung couldn’t tell if he heard him or was simply taken aback by a student giving him sass. The man was as slow as a snail race, but he sure as hell picked up on a student being a wiseass fairly quickly.

“What was that, Mr. Jung?”

Wooyoung feigned a smile and bowed ever so slightly. “I’ll be more attentive, sir,” he whispered.

“Just—ugh—just pay attention, will you?”

He gave a polite, if curt nod. “Will do.”

Truth was, Wooyoung was really paying attention. The tour guide had shown them various conference rooms, offices, and working areas but now that they were in one of the laboratories—where the magic really happened—he hung on to the guide’s every word.

The guide, a woman in her late-twenties, spoke with authority yet carried herself aloofly, as though giving a tour to a bunch of college kids was a chore she preferred to not put much enthusiasm in.

“She probably has better things to do,” said San, half-smiling to indicate his sarcasm. “Like, say, finding the cure for aloofness.”

Wooyoung had chuckled at that but he stopped cracking wise the moment he stepped into this lab. Here, in this cavernous and overwhelmingly lit room, KimCorp was pioneering new technologies and applications for biomedical engineering. The objectives varied from curing and eradicating diseases to new kinds of prosthetics and even tissue engineering.

For someone who had grown to be fascinated by science, this was heaven. And, granted, Wooyoung wasn’t a genius, but he was certainly interested in what science could do.

“Are you here or are you all the way back in La La Land?” asked a familiar voice.

He didn’t have to turn to know that San was whispering in his ear. He felt his friend’s warmth as he leaned forward to flick his earlobe. Wooyoung bit back a groan and tried to smack his hand away only to hit himself on the shoulder. Behind him, San stifled a chuckle.

“Easy there, Bruce Lee.” San smirked. “You might chop off a limb.”

Wooyoung rolled his eyes, failing to fight a smile that spread across his face. San was a source of levity, comfort, and strength. Friends since middle school, they had grown to be inseparable. He had a total of two close friends and he was eternally grateful to both of them for being patient with him.

While San was quick to tease and run to his side, Yeosang was subtle in his affection. It was a shame that Yeosang, who had a last minute shift at the diner, wasn’t on this trip with them, though he had promised to treat them to lunch afterwards.

“Are you paying attention?” Wooyoung asked, raising his left eyebrow.

San scoffed. “Are you?”

“As a matter of fact, I am.”

“What is the guide talking about, oh most attentive one?”

“She’s mentioning the different genuses of spiders they have here and how they’ve been splicing DNA to genetically engineer new species for—” Wooyoung stopped speaking, becoming instantly hyper-focused on the back of Mr. Chung’s head as he felt him glance in their direction.

The teacher looked over his shoulder, saw that most of his students were either idly looking at the guide or pretending to be observing the lab’s equipment, staff, and/or subjects, and heaved a sigh so heavy that Wooyoung felt sorry for him.

San psst-ed him, shoving his index finger on Wooyoung’s waist. “Are you going to leave me hanging in suspense?” he whispered, standing way too close for anyone’s comfort.

Wooyoung relented form rolling his eyes and settled for lifting his eyebrows in an oh, boy sort of way. “Not now,” he replied in a soft, strained voice. “I’ll bore you later.”

“I’d love it if you bore me now. It might give me the urge to actually pay attention.”

Wooyoung clicked his tongue, gently shoving his friend forward.

“Go to hell.”

San smiled that wicked, irresistible smile of his. “Only if you go with me, bud.”

“Pfft.” Wooyoung shook his head, cringing. “Cheesy.”

“Alright!” exclaimed the tour guide, startling them both. “Moving right along! Please stay close and keep your distance from our staff and any and all instrumentation.” She leaned in and politely glared at a familiar face standing way too close to the spider enclosure, tapping the glass with his index finger. “That applies to all displays, too.”

“Did she—” San began, gasping.

Wooyoung was equally aghast. He blinked and saw but didn’t believe. San smacked him in the shoulder once, twice, thrice, then bit his knuckles to keep from laughing.

“She just glared at Choi Jongho,” Wooyoung whispered, though not low enough because Choi Jongho turned in his general direction and glared at him. “Ah, shit.”

San clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. “Here comes trouble.”

“Anything you want to say to me, Jung?” Jongho crossed his arms and tilted his head to the side, pushing his tongue against cheek. He looked between Wooyoung and San and lifted his eyebrows as an invitation to be defied. “It’s rude to talk behind someone’s back.”

San chuckled and shrugged. “It’s also rude to eavesdrop,” he shot back.

Jongho invaded San’s personal space, narrowing his eyes at him. “Laugh it up,” he whispered in a take-no-witness voice. “I’ll deal with you outside.”

“Jongho, please—” Wooyoung gulped and placed a hand between them, slowly but surely separating them.

“Whatcha gonna do?” Jongho snapped at him, not even turning to look at him. “So what’s it going to be, Choi?”

San simply smiled, shook his head, then nodded as if to maintain himself calm instead of sucker-punching him. Outside, he seemed calm, cool, and collected, but Wooyoung knew his friend wasn’t keen on picking a fight. Not with Choi Jongho.

“Sure thing, buddy,” San exclaimed with a tone of finality, sidestepping to put some distance between himself and Jongho.

He noticed he had done so on his own. He didn’t have to look over his shoulder to know his friend had stayed behind, no doubt paralyzed by fear and indecision. San’s heart leapt as he turned and immediately noticed that Jongho turned his sights—and thus his anger—on the nearest target: Wooyoung.

Turning on his heel and deliberately bumping into Jongho, San reached out and pulled his friend by the wrist, dragging him along with him. “If I move, you move.”

Wooyoung nodded sheepishly, grateful he’d got to live another afternoon.

“WHAT’S WITH THE long face?”

Jongho cracked his knuckles and clicked his tongue in irritation. He saw her staring at him through his periphery and immediately softened.

She was all attitude, blond hair, red-blood lipstick, leather jacket, and steel-toe boots. And she was always by his side, ready to kick, punch, and shove down anyone who dared mess with her, their crew, or Jongho himself. He appreciated her more than he could care to admit, though he couldn’t really bring himself to say it out loud.

Anne was frowning at him, her lovely features disfigured by worry and indignation. She was far too pretty to be frowning, let alone be worrying about why he was suddenly all worked up. He smiled instead, pushing aside his anger with that smug piece of shit that was Choi San and the weakling of a doormat that was Jung Wooyoung.

“It’s nothing.” He shrugged. “I’ll handle it.”

“Did those idiots give you trouble?” she asked, smirking.

“Not trouble. Never trouble.” Jongho chuckled, though it was forced. She couldn’t tell the difference, but she was sure it wasn’t entirely genuine. “Those idiots aren’t worth my time.”

Anne poked his right cheek when he smiled. “Damn right.”

THE SPIDER SAW its prey be overwhelmed by two figures.

One seemed to be familiar with its would-be quarry whereas the other seemed to be a predator cornering it. Though it couldn’t feel anger, the spider twitched as it continued to lower itself; it felt possessive of its prey, as though it was the one and only thing within its reach that it could feed on.

Its prey moved—correction: it was moved by its kin—and the spider moved faster. As its prey was dragged away, soon never to be seen again, the smallest of the smallest leapt off its web. Through the gifts granted to it by the strange giants that once fed it, the spider’s leap was not only impossible but impressive.

It landed gracefully and silently on the shoulder of its prey and quickly moved out of sight, concealing itself on the back of its giant’s neck . . .

WOOYOUNG FELT THE hair on the back of his neck stand up.

He shivered and reached to scratch an itch that he couldn’t describe or explain. He clicked his tongue and titled his head, muttering “aish” to himself as he did so. A second later, he felt something scurrying through his right shoulder and down his elbow . . . his forearm . . . then his wrist. He gently clapped his entire arm—from shoulder to wrist—and furiously rubbed his cardigan’s sleeve as if to shoo away any bad vibes.

Wooyoung cringed at the thought of having some mutated bug crawling through his body before it—squish—invaded and consumed his flesh. You need to stop believing what you see in movies, he told himself. San noticed him squirming and narrowed his eyes at him. He didn’t have to ask him what was going on because he was giving Wooyoung the what-are-you-doing look?

“Nothing, I just—cramps.” He lied, offering a small, unconvincing smile. “I’m fine.”

“Oh-kay.” San lifted his eyebrow, slowly turning to face forward. He glanced back, mumbled “hmm”, then decided he wasn’t going to inquire further.

They followed the group, keeping themselves to themselves in the back, when Wooyung felt someone staring at him. He hesitantly followed the gaze and held back a gasp as his eyes met those of Jongho’s confidant and right-hand woman. Anne was glaring at him, though stopped when Mr. Chung tapped her on the shoulder. She stared at him for a second, rolled her eyes, and matched her stride with that of Jongho’s.

“What did you do now?” cooed the familiar, if alluring voice of Park Seonghwa.

“Nothing,” said Wooyoung, confused as to how he’d gained the ire of yet another bully. “I’ve done nothing.”

Seonghwa shrugged as he threw his hand over Wooyoung’s shoulder. “Nothing to them is the same as something.”

Wooyong smelled something off him. Something . . . sterilized. “Where have you been? You reek of sanitizer.”

Seonghwa half-smiled, as if to say oh, you know. “Oh, I was taking a different tour.”

“Who did you snog now?”

“A gentleman never tells.” He winked. “But then again . . . I’m no gentleman.”

“M’kay . . .”

“Her name’s Allie. She’s an intern here.”

Wooyoung gaped, unsure of how to respond or what to think. “Good Lord,” he whispered.

“She’s nice.” Seonghwa nodded, smiling to himself. “Has a gentle touch, too.”

“Oh, no, you don’t have to tell me about that . . .”

Seonghwa giggled. He was proud of his allure and the effect he had on people—he often said he loved everyone equally—to the point of being not only a shameless flirt but apparently quite the casanova. He was lean, ethearly handsome, fashionable, and had a considerable amount of male and female admirers. The son of a fashion icon and a former idol singer, being adored for his good looks was a given and he seemed more annoyed by it than anything else.

Wooyoung didn’t envy his good looks or his privileged upbringing, but the ease with which he carried himself despite the reputation he’d earned by his the sins of the parents and inadvertently standing in their long shadows. Through it all, Park Seonghwa held his head high and smiled in the face of adversity. Wooyoung knew it was a façade, but he maintained it well with the dexterity and transparency of a chameleon.

“When are you going to settle down?” Wooyoung coaxed him with a small, playful smile.

Seonghwa shrugged his left shoulder. “One of these days, I suppose,” he replied, smiling back with a mischievous glint in his eye. “When the right person pulls the rug right under me.”

“Slow your roll, Billy Shakes!” San exclaimed, feigning to be smitten. “Say no more. I’m already under your spell.”

Seonghwa winked, caressing San’s chin with his index finger. “Will you be mine?”

Wooyoung slowly and painfully rolled his eyes, groaning through the corner of his mouth.

“Can we schedule this drama for another time?” he deadpanned.

San nodded. “Sure.”

“Is Friday night good for you?” Seongwha quipped.

“Mr. Park! Mr. Choi! Mr. Jung!”

The three of them stilled and feigned cheerful smiles at Mr. Chung. He approached them and ignored the remaining group walking past him while they followed the guide out of the lab. He crossed his arms and took a second to glare at the trio, then pointed at the group with a curt nod of his head.

“Get a move on,” he hissed.

Seonghwa bowed. “Certainly, sir.”

San walked off mid-bow as Wooyoung quietly followed Seonghwa. They quickly joined the group and decided it was best if they met in the middle where neither Mr. Chung or Jongho could pay them any mind.

Wooyoung was relieved to notice that Jongho was distracted by Anne but couldn’t shake the feeling that his bully wouldn’t forget about exacting disproportionate retribution on him and San. He shook his head, lifted his camera, and took some pictures of the best and brightest KimCorp had to offer working a little closer to a scientific achievement.

“Seeing how shiny his bald head makes me sad,” he heard Seonghwa say to San.

“Don’t worry, Hwa, if you begin to lose your luscious head of hair, I’ll be there to shave it off.”

Seonghwa feigned a gasp. “You would?”

“Without question.” San chortled. “What is baldness if not hair giving up?”

Seonghwa snorted at how ridiculous that sounded. Yet Wooyoung could hear the amusement in his friend’s voice. He closed his eyes and stifled a chuckle to not call attention to himself. He decided it was the perfect time to take more pictures. He was relieved that he could actually do so without being interrupted or needlessly reprimanded.

The pictures were more for himself rather than academic or professional interest. He loved to save a moment in time within a frame. It was something Uncle Beom had imparted on him: to keep and cherish memories of moments in his life, to remember what was and appreciate what is. He made sure not to take a photo without the consent of his subjects, which is why San and Seonghwa were usually in them.

And today was no different.

“Is that a bearded dragon?” San piped up, his voice laced with curiosity. “Youngie! Here!”

Wooyoung giggled at the sight of San posing in front of the transparent enclosure where a bearded dragon seemed to stop, look at them, and pose for the camera. He snapped the photo, saw that it was surprisingly wholesome, and showed it to San.

San was beaming. “Nice!”

“We’re not going anywhere until you take my photo,” said Seonghwa, dragging Wooyoung along with him.

He posed with a perfect smile and the perfect posture. Wooyoung felt jealous for a brief second as he snapped the perfect photo. He was analyzing it—look at that, the bearded dragon was clearly posing—when he felt a sharp, pulsing pain in his right hand. Instinctively, he snapped his wrist and shook it mid-wince.

“Shit,” he whispered through gritted teeth.

Wooyoung held up the back of his hand and noticed two tiny marks flaring up on it, his skin beginning to bruise. He felt a surge of panic as his mind went wild with possibilities concerning what might have bitten him. He was in a room with all kinds of critters and it wouldn’t be out of the question that one of them might have escaped its enclosure and thought he was one hell of a choice for dinner.

Whatever had bitten wasn’t any run of the mill critter. No, whatever had left its mark and possibly passed on a viral infection, poison, or progeny was undoubtedly touched by man and thus far removed from the natural order of things.

Wooyoung sighed and rubbed the bite, trying not to worry about being poisoned. The image of him frothing from the mouth as he convulsed on the ground terrified the hell out of him.

He anxiously shook his head, willing to dismiss any and all possibilities of a slow and painful death.

THE SMALLEST OF the smallest bit more than it could chew.

As its prey shook it off, the spider unceremoniously fell to the ground. Too small to be noticed, the smallest of the smallest landed on its back and twitched in place. It spent its last seconds blinking at the giant beast it had thought of as its would-be quarry, wondering if it would have been possible to devour it.

It unfortunately would never know.

The spider spasmed, its legs moving at an uneven and desperate rhythm.

It saw its prey leave, move away at an unnerving pace for such a big creature, and then everything turned dark as something—someone—absentmindedly crushed it beneath their stride.

It would never know its bite would lead to something daunting yet equally spectacular . . .

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thelittleredheadedmusician · 4 years ago

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Barefoot Waltz

Beauty Pop

Dramacon

The Garden of Words

Hana-Kimi

I.O.N

Last Hope

Lover's->Flat

Mobile Suit Gundam The Origin

Re-Gifters

Runaways

Scott Pilgrim

Ai Yori Aoshi

Animeta!

Astra Lost in Space

Azumanga Daioh

Bakuman

Barakamon

BattleAngel Alita

Beet The Vandel Buster

Behind Story

Behind The Scenes

Black Cat

Citrus 1

Cowboy Bebop

DeathNote

Disappearance of Yuki-Chan

Dojin Work

Drifting Dragons

Eden's Zero

Eromanga Sensei

FairyTail

Fruits Basket

FullMetal Alchemist

Gunsmith Cats

Gunsmith Cats Burst

Gurren Lagann

Kare Kano

K-On

Komi Can't Communicate

Love Hina

Manga Dogs

Mär

Marmalade Boy

Maison Ikkoku

MegaTokyo

Mobile Suit Gundam 00F

Mobile Suit Gundam 00 Season 1

Mobile Suit Gundam 00 Season 2

Mobile Suit Gundam The Last Outpost

Mobile Suit Gundam Thunderbolt

Mobile Suit Gundam Endless Waltz Glory of Losers

NTR Netsuzou Trap

Ouran Highschool Host Club

Our Wonderful Days

Pastel

Ringworld

Shortcake Cake

Skip•Beat

Steel Fist Riku

Suzuka

Syrup

Takane & Hana

Tiger and Bunny

Very Very Sweet

Voice of Love

Voice Over

Wanted

Wild Ones

GRAPHIC NOVEL

Another Castle: Grimoré

Captain Victory and the Galactic Rangers

Check Please

Citizen of The Galaxy

Concrete

Dead Boy Detectives

Death Jr.

Dishonored

Doctor Star

Electric Girl

Frontlines: Requiem

The Fountain

Galaxy Quest

Hellgate London

Highlander The American Dream

High Level

The Jetsons

Kin: Descent of Man

Klaus: How Santa Claus Began

Klaus: The New Adventures of Claus

Klaus: The Life and Times of Santa Claus

The Legend Of Drizzt 1-7

Mirror's Edge: Exordium

Neverending

Newbury and Hobbes: The Undying

Orbiter

Ravine 1-2

R.I.P.D City of The Damned

Rust

Secret Identities

Starlight

Star Mage

The Star Wars (based on the original script)

Superior

Swordquest

Ultra

WildFire

Alex + Ada (I own volume one but won't be continuing the series myself. But it is finished.)

Anne Bonnie

Atomic Robo

Birthright

The Books of Magic (original 90's run, no idea about the new series)

Calvin and Hobbes

Crux: Atlantis Rising

Danger Girl

East of West

Fanboys Vs. Zombies

Invincible

The Losers

Kingsman

Jupiter Jet

Miracle Man

Saga

Splinter Cell Echoes

Spyboy

Starborn

ARTEMIS FOWL

ASSASSIN'S CREED

ASTRO CITY

CRITICAL ROLE

CTRL+ALT+DEL

DCU

All Star Superman

Batman Arkham Knight

Batman War Games

Batman War Drums

Batman War Crimes

Batman Year 100

Batman White Knight

Batman Curse of The White Knight

DC Comics Bombshells

Gotham Academy

Earth One Batman

Earth One Green Lantern

Earth One Superman

Earth One Teen Titans

Earth One Wonder Woman

Green Lantern 80th Anniversary

Harleen

Harley Quinn White Knight

Justice League of America Riddle of the Beast

Justice League: The New Frontier

Kingdom Come

Superman Red Son

Superman Secret Identity

Superman Smashes The Klan

Watchmen

DC ElseWorlds

Green Lantern 1001 Emerald Nights

Green Lantern: Evil's Might 1-3

Superman: Kal

Superman/Batman Alternate History

Stan Lee Green Lantern, JLA, Wonder Woman, The Flash

FABLES

Fables

Fables: Werewolves Of The Heartland

Fables: The Wolf Among Us

Fairest

Fairest: In All The Land

Jack of Fables

Cinderella From Fabletown With Love

Cinderella Fables Are Forever

Everafter

1001 Nights of Snowfall

Complete Covers

IRREDEEMABLE

Incorruptible

Irredeemable

JUPITER'S LEGACY

Jupiter's Legacy

Jupiter's Circle

LADY MECHANIKA

Lady Mechanika

THE LIBRARIANS

Librarians

LOLA XOXO

Lola

Lola Wasteland Madame

LUMBERJANES

LumberJanes

MCU

House of M

Ms. Marvel

Wolverine The End

Wolverine Origins

X-Men The End

MERCY THOMPSON

Mercy Thompson Moon Called 1

POWERS

Powers: Bureau

Powers

PROJECT BLACK SKY

Barb Wire

Blackout

Brain Boy

Captain Midnight

Ghost

King Tiger

The Occultist

Secret Files

Sky Man

PROJECT SUPERPOWERS

SEJIC-VERSE

BloodStain - SFW

SunStone - NSFW

SunStone Mercy - NSFW

Swing - NSFW

TOMB RAIDER

Tomb Raider 1-3 (Between Tomb Raider and Rise)

Tomb Raider 1-4 (Between Rise and Shadow)

TRIPPING OVER YOU

Tripping Over You

Extra Mini - NSFW

UNWRITTEN

The Unwritten

The Unwritten: The Ship That Sank Twice

RECS RECS RECS RECS RECS RECS!!!

I have heard of quite a few of these and seen most of the manga come thru my register at work lol. I can second the Check Please rec (it’s also a webcomic!) and I’ve been reading the newer Books of Magic in the past year or so ironically enough and thought it was fun, was considering fishing some of the 90s out of the dollar bin at a local comic shop but the condition wasn’t good. Calvin and Hobbes is a CLASSIC and I’ve been meaning to get around to Kingsmen cause I enjoyed the movies. DC Bombshells is a GIFT. A Gift. And I adore the Earth One Teen Titans, kinda wished they’d continued it. Kingdom Come is another classic and something I was leant in high school, I was very lucky in high school lol. Lumberjanes is adorable as well! I know you said you weren’t looking to start new stuff but Fence is a good one and has Check Please vibes. The Umbrella Academy is also great when it comes to just weird superhero flavored nonsense. And Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman is a classic for a very good reason.

#recs #long post

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ironspiidey · 5 years ago

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Superhero’s Get Bullied too

Chapter: 1

Chapter 4: Harley Stark and House Arrest (Tony Stark Style)

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Harley storms into his room and flops down onto his bed “Fuck sake!” he punches one of the pillows. He goes to grab his phone and text Tommy but realizes it’s still on the table in the kitchen.

“Hey Friday?”

“Yes Harley?” the Ai responds

“Is Tony and Peter still in the kitchen?”

“Yes they are, do you need me to alert Master Stark?”

“No no, I just left my phone out there. How mad is he Fri?”

“Based on his heart rate and level of speaking. I think it’s safe to say he’s mildly annoyed right now.”

Harley sighed in relief, knowing how moody his uncle could get. “Okay thanks Friday, that’s all I need.” He got up off his bed and lightly pushed his door open, listening to see what they were talking about. He couldn’t quite catch their words but the blonde could tell they weren’t fighting so he slowly made his way out into the hallway.

“Tony this isn’t a big deal. I told you the gist of what happened so why isn’t that enough?” Peter sighed.

“How many times do I have to tell you before I get through that beautiful thick skull of yours? You are my world Peter Parker and if someone yells at you or hurts you emotionally or physically I want to know because you deserve the world and I will not stand by and let anyone badger you. “

Harley smiles softly as he came into viewing and hearing distance of the kitchen. His uncle was mostly a cold man and it had been since he was a young boy that he had heard the older man’s tone so soft. Harley stopped short of the kitchen so they could have their moment.

“Tony I’m not some damsel in distress, I did just fine before you. I don’t need you to fight my battles for me.”

Harley shook his head. At least until Peter ruined the moment with his stubbornness. Peter really was meant for his uncle.

“Nor am I claiming you of those things.”

“Then what would you call it?”

“Your mine Petey, and I’m starting to think it’s time the world knows it.”

Both Harley and Peter gasp at Tony’s words. Peter and Tony have been together for the best part of a year but to save the press from tearing them apart the decision had been made to keep things low key until Peter and Harley were done at Midtown High in the spring.

“Tones…”

Harley used this opportunity to quietly walk behind them to the kitchen table, not sneaking as he didn’t feel like fighting with his uncle anymore but also not wanting to disturb the couple either.

“I’m serious Peter, you get walked over way too much and I’m done standing by--- Oh hello nephew. Decided to join us with your presence again?”

Harley shakes his head and lifts his phone up once he reaches the table “No, just wanted my cell.”

Tony’s eyes narrow “to do what exactly?”

“Text Tommy and tell him I’m not going back out tonight.”

“Really? That easy eh? You’re not going to attempt to sneak out or have him here?”

Peter sighs “Tony give him a break.”

Both Harley and Tony look at the other teen in shock. Peter never says anything or sticks up for Harley while Tony and him are arguing, knowing how heated they can get. Maybe Flash did hit him on the head and give him a concussion.

“I’m sorry what?” Tony asks with a raised eyebrow

“Well think about it Tones. When we first became a thing, you purposely had a talk with Harley and made him understand that we were staying a secret but that he was to always keep an eye on me regardless of the situation. That he needed to protect me. So you really have zero right to freak out at him for trying to deal with my bully before you pulverize him. ”

Tony looked at the brunette with love in his eyes. How is it that this young boy can be afraid of speaking up to a teacher or student about some silly or simple but when most people would be afraid to question Tony Stark, he goes all in. “Oh Petey, you amaze me every day?” Tony leans ahead and kisses his forehead

Peter leans to the touch then turns to the other teen “Now don’t for one second think I want you doing that shit Harley. I’m able to take care of myself.”

Harley scoffs and glances down at his arm “Yea you’ve done a great job so far Parker.” Then the blonde disappears down the hall into his room.

Peter rolls his eyes. “Stark men and their attitudes I swear to god.”

Tony chuckles and wraps his arm around Peter “As long as Thor or his kin aren’t the god you’re praying to, I don’t care.”

“It’s an expression old man. Sometimes you really are a Boomer.”

Tony gasps in mock hurt, pressing his hand to his heart. “You wound me my precious millennial.”

“I think somehow you’ll survive.” Peter presses a soft kiss to Tony’s nose

“I know what would make me feel better.”

Peter raises an eyebrow “oh and what would that be?”

Tony smiles and whispers in his ear “Tell Daddy what happened with the bad bully at school”

Peter scoffs and pushes Tony away “Oh my god! You’re actually terrible you know that?”

Tony laughs wholeheartedly. “What? It would you know?”

“Yea but bringing my Daddy kink into this isn’t fair!”

“Oh baby don’t be ashamed. Daddy just wants to help.”

Peter shivers, damn tony and knowing how affected he can get when he goes into ‘Daddy’ mode. “Tony!”

“Baby please?” Tony gives him his best puppy dog eyes.

“Damn you Tony Stark.” Peter says sighing in defeat. “Fine you win. You win but we have to make a deal.”

Tony smirks knowing his Peter all too well. That the boy could never say no when Tony spoke like that. “And what would that be?”

“You don’t do or say anything to him directly or indirectly until tomorrow. “

“Indirectly?” Tony questions

“Meaning you don’t use Happy or Rhodey or anyone else to get to him either.”

“Smart boy, you’ve thought of everything haven’t you?”

Peter blushes “Deal or not?”

“Yes deal but I don’t wanna be interrupted or have Harley get anymore motive to try and leave the tower. So let’s go down to the lab and talk.”

Peter nods, knowing its bad enough he needs to discuss in detail to his boyfriend of what happened let alone anyone else. “Okay, I’m just going to tell Harley we’re going downstairs.”

“Be quick Petey. “

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“So what are you going to do?”

Harley rolls his eyes “What is there to do Tom? I’m basically on lockdown here.” Harley props his phone up against one of his bike mechanics books while he leans against the wall next to his window.

“Stark lets you smoke in the tower?” Tommy watches the blonde light a smoke, leaning against the window.

“Pfft. Yea right. But he wants to treat me like a moody teenager then I’m going to act like one.”

Tommy laughs “You’re playing right into his hands dickhead.”

Harley rolls his eyes “Whatever, Flash is a piece of shit and something needs to be done.”

“What even happened man?”

“Well, what I can tell you is Parkers got a nasty bruise in the shape of Thompson’s palm. “

Tommy takes a sharp inhale “Fuck.”

“Yep.”

“So you want to get ahold of him before your Uncle does?”

Harley nods “but that’s not going to happen.”

Tommy shrugs “Fuck it bud. Let Stark go ape on him. He’s a piece of shit and deserves it.”

Harley takes another puff of his smoke then flicks it out “Yes because my uncle would stop short of murder.”

“Well I doubt he’d actual kill someone “

Harley shook his head. “I think you under estimate what my uncle is capable of when it comes to the ones he love.”

“Hey Harley? Can I come in?”

“Hey I gotta go, I’ll call you back in a bit”

“Alright bud.”

Harley quickly disconnected the call “Yeah c’mon in Parker.” The blonde shoves his pack of smokes and lighter in the desk drawer

Peter scrunches up his nose as he walked in “You were smoking.”

Harley shook his head. “Yes bloodhound I was smoking. Gunna rat me out?”

Peter rolled his eyes “Noo! I just can’t help that the Spidey sense makes me super sensitive with smells and stuff”

“Fair point. What’s up buttercup?” Harley flops down onto his bed, crossing his arms behind his head.

Peter sits down on the computer chair and spins it to face the other teen. “Just wanted to let you know me and Tones are going down to the lab for a few hours.”

“Oh?” Harley raises his eyebrows suggestively

Peter rolls his eyes “Get your head out of the gutter. Today is lab day anyway.”

“You know if ya’ll want some private time all you gotta do is get Stark to unban me from the rest of the tower.”

“I’m pretty sure his nephew being on the same floor would not affect him. Sound proof walls are a thing.”

Harley’s eyes widen in horror. “Please tell me you haven’t ...” When Peter doesn’t respond Harley shakes his head. “You know what? I don’t want the answer to that.”

Peter laughs. “Anyway if you need anything just let Friday know and behave!” Peter gets up and starts to walk out, stopping in the doorway to holler over his shoulder “Oh and Harley? Quit smoking, it’ll kill you”

Harley shakes his head, wondering if his room is sound proof. Now there’s a thought. Maybe he could sneak somebody in tonight after all.

#starker #starker fic #mine #superheros get bullies too #chapter 4 #new chapter #ironspiidey writes #a03 #tony is done taking shit #flash is a dick #harley keener is a good bro #harley is a good bro #endgame what endgame #tony is tired of his nephews shit #harley just wants to protect peter

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ao3feed-drstrange · 3 months ago

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elemental || p. parker

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/NxwIsZS by poedamerongf After years in hostage, Ramona Banner is finally rescued from HYDRA by Earth's mightiest heroes. But after being presumed dead, how will she return to life like normal? Next of Kin: Book Two Words: 4040, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 2 of Next of Kin Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, X-Men - All Media Types, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), The Defenders (Marvel TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Bruce Banner, James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Loki (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Pepper Potts, Peter Parker, Pietro Maximoff, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Scott Lang, Steve Rogers, Thor (Marvel), Tony Stark, Vision (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Jennifer Walters, Kamala Khan, Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Maria Hill, Nick Fury, Sharon Carter (Marvel), Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons, Stephen Strange, Betty Brant, Flash Thompson, Michelle Jones (Marvel), Ned Leeds Relationships: Peter Parker/Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Fanfiction, First Love, Young Love, Teen Romance read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/NxwIsZS

#IFTTT #stephen strange #dr strange #sorcerer supreme #marvel #the avengers #ao3 #ao3feed

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fictionkinfessionsarchived · 5 years ago

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@ the recent Peter Parker, I know you don't mean me since I kin from the comics and. Well. Comic Flash isn't a dick anymore. But dude, Pete, I'm sure that us Flash Thompsons would just be happy to know you'd defend us. I know I would be. Relax little dude, just have fun and make friends instead kiddo. Have a good day Pete!! -Flash

#fictionkinfessions #ask response #Anonymous #mod party cat!

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adultkincalls-blog · 6 years ago

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We are Symboite from Marvel Comics. We are mostly looking for Eddie Brock and Flash Thompson but we will talk to others, who wish to find us. @cupofjovekins

🐰 @cupofjovekins

#symboite kin #marvel kin #eddie brock kin #flash thompson kin #kin call #canon call

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agedger · 6 years ago

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Trench Horror

A short story about a World War 2 soldier making his way through a trench after a battle. I had been tossing this idea around in my head for the longest time before I finally got it down on paper. Never came up with an actual title though, so I’ll just throw the working title on here and call it good.

Lightning cracks open the sky as torrential rain continues its downpour. I walk through the deep, swampy trench with caution, my Winchester loaded with the last few shells I have. The mucky floor of the trench is filled with nearly half a foot of water that seeps into my boots, drenching my wool socks and blistering my sore feet. The steep sides of the muddy corridor are topped with barbed wire and jagged caltrops; nowhere along this endless stretch of the trench have I seen a break in the bulwark. My head pounds and I stop frequently to vomit, but mostly I dry heave. My parasites must be upset at me for having nothing to eat. Occasionally, the corpse of a compatriot lies strewn in the trench in some unnatural, ungodly position. Just an hour ago, I saw the body of my brother hanging from the barbed wire. His mouth hung open and his one remaining eye was rolled far back into his head. I took little more than his dog tags and ammunition; I don’t believe my sister-in-law and nephew would appreciate seeing his tangled, grisly remains. I doubt I could have recovered him from the barbed wire anyways. I solemnly thanked my kin for the soggy rations and the shotgun shells, closed his eye, and left him behind to his wire-curtain grave. I continue through the trench. My mind drifts from lack of sleep and my steps falter and sway. Far off in the distance, I see through the flashes of lightning a tattered American flag blowing fiercely in the wind. I push forward. As I near the mast of the flag, I see it extends from a small stone pillbox that is built off the side of the trench. A few feet inside the the open archway, a wall blocks my sight into the room. I raise my shotgun and quietly move forward, keeping my eyes peeled. I move through the archway and up against the wall. My soggy boots squelch against the hard concrete floor. I peek around the wall and am startled by the sudden sight of a comrade. The man huddled in the pillbox is tall, thin, and pale. His piercing, sunken eyes regard me with caution, though he holds his Thompson down. His U.S. uniform matches mine. “Ho, brother,” I call out from behind the wall. “Hail,” he responds. His voice comes out nearly as a whisper, raspy and weak. He stands straight and weary still. “Where’s your company?” I ask after a moment’s silence. “Gone in the battle,” he responds without hesitation, “I am the only one left.” “In the same boat, friend,” I leave my cover and walk forward, hand extended. His bony hand greets mine; he is freezing to the touch, though his nose is as pale as the rest of his face. We chat for a short moment about the battle, then leave the pillbox together, back out into the endless trench. Though this man is strange and somewhat unsettling, I more than welcome his company, both to end the lonely silence and to have another set of eyes looking out for Jerries. ♦️ ♦️ ♦️ I snap back into focus only when the cries of wounded soldiers in the No Man’s Land echo through the hollow battlefield. My fellow countryman has made some ground ahead of me, more than a stone’s throw away. He stands deadly still looking over the wall of the trench, his eyes focused on a vague something in the distance. I pray for a second wind as I trudge onwards towards him. “What has your attention?” I ask, an eyebrow cocked at him. He does not move. I follow his stare for only a brief second before he turns and continues down the trench. “Come,” he says under his breath. I search the distant lands for a few more moments before following him. My finger rests on my trigger. ♦️ ♦️ ♦️ We have been walking for what seems like days now, though I read only three hours through the shattered face of my pocket watch. The small hand is at three, the large straight upwards. The dark sky tells me it is early morning, but I have been deceived by smoke and soot before. My pale comrade marches forward with admirable stamina and determination. Every mile or so, he peeks his head up like a gopher and scans the No Man’s Land around us. He’s led me confidently through turns and twists in the maze we call a trench. His shrewd eyes dart back and forth, checking every corner with his Thompson in hand, ready to unleash a storm of .45-caliber. Once more his head pops up and gazes about the No Man’s Land. This time, though, it seems he’s caught something. His pale blue eyes meet mine for a brief moment, enough to tell me to follow. I crouch down and pull my Brodie to my brow. He bounds forward like a cat stalking prey. I follow, clumsy in comparison. A large intersection in the trench greets us from fifty feet out. He stops and takes cover behind a pile of torn sandbags. I stack up closely behind him. We wait a few moments, I gladly take the rest. The thunder has picked up; the chance of combat makes me associate the strikes with artillery barrages. I grow restless again, shifting back and forth in my spot. Suddenly, lightning strikes close behind me and I jump out from behind cover and bolt to the intersection; they are pushing the artillery up, we must move. The intersection I’m approaching has a small dug-out and a few boxes I can use as cover. I leap into the intersection and, just before reaching a crate, am shredded by a pair of MP40s and an M30 Luftwaffe from my right. I crash to the ground and against the trench wall, dropping my Winchester; my torso and right arm have been riddled. The Axis hoop and holler in victory for a short moment before a short spray of bullets comes from behind me and paints them across the trench wall. The pale soldier moves in and tosses an empty stick-clip to the ground, loading another into his death machine. He moves to the bodies and, strangely to me, stands over each for a minute. Mud and blood from above the trench soaks down my coat. I try crying out for help but my lungs give me no air to call, I must be hit pretty bad. I throw off my helmet and soon realize the severity of my condition. I look down and notice holes shot clean through my chest and stomach. My right arm has been blown off and buried under the mud god-knows-where. Pain shoots through my body and I reel back against the trench wall. I cry out in pain but make no noise other than a strange, humiliating whimper. I grasp my stump with my remaining hand and look beady-eyed at the pale soldier, who is approaching me now. My eyes wet with tears as he takes one step after another. I watch his sunken face fade into a bleach-white skull, his eyes mold to pure ivory. In one bony, skeletal hand, a Thompson submachine gun; the other, a scythe. I feel judgement upon me; the judgement for my war crimes and for my transgressions against humanity. The pain I’ve inflicted on the battlefield comes back tenfold as the pale soldier passes on punishment. I realize now his purpose; to make humanity face their well-deserved doom. An agent of death -- no, Death himself. O’ Death, what a well deserved retaliation. How appropriate that his uniform match mine. His alabaster eyes stare into mine, his figure now seems a giant looking down upon me. Lightning cracks the sky one second; the next, his blade is raised skywards. I stare stupidly up at him and sink further back into the mud of the trench. I hear the scythe slice through the air.

#world war 2 #writing #short story #edger #death

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THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN #176-180 JANUARY - MAY 1978 BY LEN WEIN, ROSS ANDRU, MIKE ESPOSITO, JIM MOONEY, TONY DEZUNIGA

SYNOPSIS (FROM MARVEL WIKIA)

Following Spider-Man's battle with the Hitman, the wall-crawler returns J. Jonah Jameson to his office. The publisher is less than thankful about Spider-Man's rescue attempt, and Spider-Man literally gives Jameson a spin after he chews out Spider-Man, before leaving.

The next morning, Peter awakens to find that his arm is completely healed, he decides to go see his Aunt May and finds a note on her apartment staying that she's participating in a Grey Panthers protest. Going to meet up with her there, Peter witnesses Aunt May get into an altercation with a police officer, when she suddenly has a heart attack and passes out. Throwing the cop aside, Peter comes to her aid and he eventually leaves with her in an ambulance. At the hospital, Mary Jane arrives to comfort Peter and to check in on Aunt May.

After learning of Aunt May's condition, Peter and Mary Jane visit with her briefly before departing. On his way home, Peter happens upon Burton Hamilton's office and finds it in shambles. Figuring that Harry may have reverted to his Green Goblin persona, Peter decides to seek out his friend as Spider-Man.

At the apartment shared by Flash Thompson and Harry Osborn, Flash returns home to find the place trashed and the Green Goblin present. Believing that it's Harry, back in his Goblin guise, Flash tries to talk sense into him when Spider-Man shows up. This leads to a fight between the Green Goblin and Spider-Man. The fight takes a turn for the worse when the Goblin grabs Flash Thompson and throws him out the nearby window.

While fighting the Green Goblin, Spider-Man is forced to break off his attack when the Goblin tosses Flash Thompson out of his apartment window. Spider-Man rescues Flash, but the Goblin manages to escape. Spider-Man tries to figure out what happened, however, Flash is as clueless about what caused the attack as Spider-Man is, and so Spidey departs to try and find the Goblin, whom he believes is Harry Osborn.

As the Green Goblin returns to his hide-out and taunts his hooded hostage with the fact that he intends to become the new crime boss in New York, Peter Parker goes to visit his Aunt May in the hospital. Peter leaves telling MJ that he's returning home to study, but in reality, he's resuming his search for the Green Goblin.

Peter happens upon a gangland execution while changing into Spider-Man and breaks it up. After knocking out all the crooks, he finds a cryptic gangland invitation that he intends to follow up on. Meanwhile, Aunt May suffers another heart attack and when MJ tries to call Peter to tell him she finds that there is no answer at his apartment.

Spider-Man learns the location of this underworld meeting: In the World Trade Center. Peter hides out in the vents to overhear the happenings. Silvermane arrives with a number of crime bosses with the proposition that they all amalgamate into one organization. The Green Goblin crashes the party, easily defeating all the men and makes them an offer: Allow him to become the leader of this new crime cartel, and he will reveal Spider-Man's true identity.

Spider-Man crashes in on the Green Goblin, Silvermane, and a bunch of mobsters who are meeting at the World Trade Center. Spider-Man attacks just before the Green Goblin can reveal his identity. However, during the fight both the Goblin and Silvermane retreat. After beating the thugs, Spider-Man decides to depart.

Meanwhile, at the hospital, the doctors tell Mary Jane that they have to perform an operation on Aunt May, but cannot do it without authorization from the next of kin. If they can't get a hold of Peter soon, Aunt May will die. Peter meanwhile, returns to his apartment unaware of his aunt's plight and tries to resume his studies after a visit from Glory Grant.

Meanwhile, the Green Goblin returns to his hideout to taunt his hooded captive about his activities. As Peter gives up on his studying and decides to go back out looking for the Green Goblin, Mary Jane shows up at the Daily Bugle looking for Peter. Jonah convinces her to call Peter's apartment. Peter is just about to leave as Spider-Man when he decides to turn back and answer the phone. When he learns of Aunt May's fate, Peter tells Mary Jane to meet him at the hospital.

Rushing there as Spider-Man, Peter almost makes it when he's attacked by the Green Goblin. Unable to shake off his foe, the disorientated Spider-Man is caught in a specially treated bag and carted off by the Goblin, while Mary Jane waits by Aunt May's bed for Peter to arrive.

The Green Goblin has captured Spider-Man as he is rushing to the hospital to sign forms for Aunt May's operation. However, mobsters in the employ of Silvermane attack the Goblin with bazookas, inadvertently freeing Spider-Man. Before the wallcrawler can get his bearings, however, he falls into a dumpster, where the mobsters find him unconscious. Spider-Man revives and fights his way to freedom. Changing back to Peter Parker, Spidey rushes to the hospital just in the nick of time. He is, however, chewed out by Mary Jane for taking so long to get there to sign for his ailing aunt.

Meanwhile, the Green Goblin returns to his hideout, furious at Silvermane, and taunts his hostage once more before departing to eliminate Silvermane so he can get control of the crime rackets. Back at the hospital, Peter waits for Aunt May's surgery to be completed, he is consoled by Mary Jane, her Aunt Anna, and Joe Robertson. As Peter learns that Aunt May is going to pull through, he also hears of the Green Goblin attacking Radio City Music Hall and rushes there.

Changing into Spider-Man, Peter gets into the middle of a fight between Silvermane and the Green Goblin. When the Goblin tries to get away on his glider with Silvermane as his prisoner, Spider-Man tries to stop them. However, the Goblin's glider malfunctions and Spider-Man's web line busts, sending all three men falling from a fatal height.

Finally, in the Goblin's hideout, his hostage breaks free, and it turns out that it's really Harry Osborn, and he is furious.

Spider-Man, Silvermane, and the Green Goblin are falling to the ground of the Radio City Music Hall. However, the Goblin recovers his glider, capturing Spider-Man and leaving Silvermane to crash to the ground. The Goblin then takes Spider-Man off to have his final revenge. While at the Goblin's hideout, Harry Osborn has freed himself and decides to go after the Goblin himself in a spare Goblin costume.

Meanwhile, the Goblin has taken Spider-Man to the factory where he disposed of the Spider-Clone, and the two resume their battle. During the fight, Spider-Man manages to unmask the Goblin, revealing him to be Harry's psychiatrist Barton Hamilton. Hamilton reveals that he learned of the Green Goblin's devices through hypnotic regression sessions with Harry, and fancied himself to become the new Green Goblin. Knowing of Spider-Man's identity he was the one that took the photos of Spider-Man disposing of the Spider-Clone.

Finishing his story, Hamilton and Spider-Man are surprised when Harry -- in his own Goblin costume -- attacks Hamilton. The two have a duel of Goblins when Harry finally is sick of posing as the Goblin, he tears off his costume and proclaims that the Goblin is dead. Barton then pulls out a small explosive and threatens to blow them all up, however, Hamilton stumbles over his own feet and becomes the only victim of his weapon.

Once all is done and over with, Peter Parker takes Harry back to his apartment, where Harry is happy to find that Liz Allen has returned to him, Peter decides to leave the couple to some privacy and walks home wondering when he himself will find true happiness like they have.

REVIEW

It’s in stories like these were you feel something is wrong with the city of New York. That city has at least two super-hero groups, a bunch of vigilantes, and a few super-heroes. Not counting a sorcerer supreme. However, when Radio City is attacked, only Spidey has to take care of it.

I like this story, it has a classic Peter Parker flavor... but I also have to remark the obvious. The story is a rehash of older stories. Aunt May in the hospital, Peter Parker not available to help his aunt or having relationship problems because of his responsibilities. Plus, a Green Goblin throwing someone we know to their death.

And in this case, did we need this new Goblin anyway? The motivation isn’t that clear to me, sounds like it was a cool idea to make the psychiatrist the new Goblin.

There is one panel in the hospital where Peter is trying to figure out what kind of person he is, not being able to find out who he is... in the distance we can see the factory where the clone was disposed. If you are in the middle of reading the clone saga... that panel will give you the chills.

The art looks nice, I find it a bit inconsistent from page to page, sometimes is amazing, and other times it looks lazy. I am still not sure why. Ross Andru is a very good artist for this title.

I give the story a score of 8

#marvel comics #clone saga #green goblin #spider-man #amazing spider-man #1978 #bronze age #comics #review #ross andru #mike esposito #irv watanabe #joe sinnott #frank giacoia #annette kawecki

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echoes-lighthouse · 2 years ago

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Didn’t think of it as doing pride month? Got for selfship sixth pose from left to right: Flash Thompson (waving the Polyamory flag ) with wearing rainbow shirt, Liz Allen wore pink long-sleeved polo shirt and blue-dress, and Randy Robertson wearing shirt that resemble of patterns colors of bisexual (all three from Marvel's 2017 Spider-Man Animated Series).

Hey, sorry, I'm only doing selfship art for my pride month content: no canon ships unless it's a poly ship with a self-insert!

Exceptions could be made for kin/selves, I guess, but yeah, I'm just looking to make content for selfshippers at the moment! Sorry about that.

#asks #anon

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gokinjeespot · 6 years ago

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off the rack #1234

Monday, October 29, 2018

The inaugural Capital Comic Book Convention yesterday at the Marriott Hotel in downtown Ottawa was a success as far as Jee-Riz Comics & Appraisals was concerned. We covered expenses and went home with a bit of extra for all the hard work that my partner Chris put into gathering and pricing stock and setting up our booth in the dealer's room. My old body is sore from all the moving but I've got two weeks to recover before the next Capital Trade Show at the Jim Durrell Arena on November 11.

The highlight of the con for me was talking with my pen pal Ryan from Kingston who I wished could have been able to attend. His fiancé was there and got him on the phone for me and I gave him a very brief report on how things were going. It was busy and noisy at the time so I might have said some things that were odd or confusing. Sorry about that Ryan. I also had a long discussion about the joy of comic books with an older collector named Steve. We went on and on about appreciating the art form. There was a moment of connection when we were talking about Barry Smith's art in Conan: Red Nails and he mentioned the panel where Conan spears the dinosaur. We could both picture that panel in our heads and knew exactly what each was talking about. That kind of enthusiasm and camaraderie never gets old. Steve made me even happier when he bought one of our old DC Digests. I hope he returns to buy the one reprinting the classic Green Lantern/Green Arrow story that Neal Adams drew. He remembered reading that when it hit the racks back in the early 1970s.

I only managed to score four comic books off the racks to read and review after subscription service copies were pulled. I had to read Die! Die! Die! #4 and Silencer #10 before the store opened so I could put them on the racks to be sold. I'm sorry I can't write more reviews, but on the other hand it's less unpaid work for me. I would love to be able to just read comic books and not have to think of anything to say about them afterwards. I got a chance to do that during my shift last Wednesday. Heather did a bit of moving in Comet Comic's new space and had some racks and a table set up when I got to work. I moved the subscription service boxes downstairs and racked all the comics that were sitting in boxes so that they were displayed for sale. It's comfy and quiet down in the basement of Black Squirrel Books and I had time between our customers coming in to pick up their subscriptions. I was surrounded by bookshelves full of books but chose to read comics to pass the time. I didn't expand my horizons much since I didn't want to read anything new that was ongoing. Since Marvel had a plethora of number ones that came out in the last month that were on the racks I read those. I originally passed on starting Spider-Geddon so I read #0 and #1. They were just as I thought they were going to be. The evil Inheritors have been resurrected and are on the hunt again for Spider-Folks throughout the multiverse. Too many universes and too many Spider-Folks to keep track of and the only one I really cared about was Miles Morales. He only had a cameo and they're already using the comics to shill for the next Spider-Man movie. Ugh.

I also read a bunch of the new What If? comic books. The first one I read reminded me that Uatu the Watcher was dead because the guy introducing the story was good old Nick Fury on the moon. This guy took over watching over the Earth in one of the Secret Wars I think. Either that or it was another mega crossover Crisis. This was in "What If Flash Thompson became Spider-Man?". Flash was a jerk and he learns that with great power dot, dot, dot. It was okay. I also read "What If Peter Parker Became The Punisher?". Let's put it this way; Peter Parker is no Frank Castle. The others were worth reading but all of them weren't as fun as I remember the old What If?s being. What turned out to be fun was "Black Panther vs. Deadpool #1" and that is as it should be with Wade Wilson being his stupid self against the very serious King of Wakanda.

I probably would have written reviews on all of the comics that I read but I didn't have my laptop with me. I won't be schlepping it to work until we're all set up downstairs and I have somewhere I can sit and write. It's weird that I want to pass on my thoughts about all the comics that I read. I think it's because of my obsessive compulsive need to keep doing reviews since I started writing these things. I'm addicted to giving people my opinions. Hello, my name is Kin and I'm an over sharer.

Exorsisters #1 - Ian Boothby (writer) Gisele Lagace (art) Peter Pantazis (colours) Taylor Esposito (letters). Kate and Cate Harrow are twin sisters who retrieve souls from hell for a price. I really like the art because it looks as good as Dan DeCarlo's Archie comics but with a lot more detail. You'll see that the sisters aren't really twins in the conventional sense and that should keep you reading. Plus they fight demons but are not as taboo as Warrior Nun Areala.

Die! Die! Die! #4 - Robert Kirkman & Scott M. Gimple (writers) Chris Burnham (art) Nathan Fairbairn (colours) Rus Wooton (letters). I love this hyper violent story about 4 identical brothers who are highly trained assassins. George is a douche bag who killed his brother Paul and tried to impersonate him. Paul's girlfriend Jennifer saw through the ruse and this issue starts off with a wicked fight scene as Jennifer avenges her boyfriend's death. I love the art in this and the humour too. I'll never eat rhubarb pie again. The other brother John just wants to be left alone but he is about to be visited by a whole lot of commandoes sent to kill him. I can't wait to see how those killers Die! Die! Die! next issue.

Silencer #10 - Dan Abnett (writer) Patch Zircher (art) Mike Spicer (colours) Tom Napolitano (letters). Hell-iday Road part 3. They jumped the gun with the cover showing Talia trying to kill Honor. Spoiler alert: Silencer and Quietus's alliance fails to kill Talia al Ghul. Oh, and their Freaky Friday adventure ends. I didn't like the art in this issue as much as I used to and I find the burden of Honor's husband and son to be tedious. I'm going silent on this book now.

Action Comics #1004 - Brian Michael Bendis (writer) Ryan Sook (pencils) Wade von Grawbadger (inks) Brad Anderson (colours) Josh Reed (letters). Invisible Mafia part 4. So why am I still reading this book but have stopped reading Superman? First of all the art is really good. Then there's the heartfelt relationship between Superman and Lois Lane. It's highlighted very well in this issue. The first page shows the screen of Lois's laptop and I read what was written on it and I think it sums up what the Man of Steel means to Brian Bendis. He has distilled Superman down to the essences of Truth, Justice and the American Way. I'll accept that for now and will keep on reading.

Books of Magic #1 - Kat Howard (writer) Tom Fowler (illustrator) Jordan Boyd (colours) Todd Klein (letters). Tom told me he was going to be drawing this Sandman Universe title months ago but I had to keep the news secret and it was agony to do so. I am happy now to share with you my delight at seeing the book hit the racks. Tom was in high school when he first walked into Silver Snail Ottawa and showed me his sketchbook. I was amazed at how good his art was. I was particularly struck by his use of colour. When he told me that he hoped to have a career drawing comic books I knew that he would succeed and he's proven time and again how good he is at telling a story using sequential art. My favourite character to come out of Sandman is Timothy Hunter and I read all of the first Books of Magic series. This new one is starting off excellently and is very new reader friendly. Tim first appeared in 1990 and I always thought that Harry Potter was a rip off of Neil Gaiman's boy magician when I started reading J.K. Rowling's books in 1997. I am happy to say the TomKat did a great job of bringing Tim back.

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