#i suck at comix

[lupuscaliber]

descendant (unfinished)

violetpaw(eridan) meets dualscar! i was gonna make a 3rd page but gave up so the scene kinds just cuts off randomly T_T

[satelliteduster]

oh my god i forgot to post my absolute favorite strip from gay comix (issue #2, 1981)

[tagapagsalaysay]

Irene and Stanley Attempt Data Analytics by Hand

[comixandco]

they need to write a book on talking to people life would be so much easier if I could just go to an index page and look up the situation I’m in for help from somebody who knows what humans like

[hkthatgffan]

Hello there! You probably know my account from YouTube! But I have a huge question!

Do you know what comic this is called?

Oh yes, I'm afraid I do.

That comic is called "Repercussion, Repetition, Resolution." I remember posting about it back in 2017 on GF Amino when I was still new in the fandom. I wasn't on Tumblr yet so that was my only social at the time. It was a pretty col story.

But that's where it ends as that comic was made by a rather disgraceful ex member of the Gravity Falls fandom...Pitopishi!

If that name sounds familiar, then it is. Pitopishi was once a huge member of the GF fandom art scene on here and even more so, was one of the two fan artists who worked on Lost Legends back in 2018, with the other being @kiki-kit.

Pitopishi did the work for Face It in LL alongside the Manga section in Comix Up. That was all mentioned in Alex Hirsch's credit thread for all the various LL artists in 2018.

However, back in 2021, it came to light that Pitopishi was a TERF. They made a bunch of transphobic remarks and supported JK Rowling. Eventually they wiped their Tumblr page and YT channel, leaving transphobic content up. Their Twitter is private and uh...I think it alone should tell you everything wrong!

BIG YIKES!

I've spoken with other fans about it who have been around here longer than I have and there is still a lot of shock on this and many fans who still do not know about this. Pitopishi was a huge artist in the fandom before my time and someone who's work I was a fan of in my early days too. I was so excited about them joining the graphic novel back in 2018. A lot of us were.

Sadly, they turned out to be a horrible and hateful person. Quite a repulsive fall for a once great and respected artist. Their art is still floating around there, but they themselves have vanished and probably for the better.

But yeah, that comic was made by them and quite frankly, it sucks given for how good their work was, they weren't.

Anyways, TRANS RIGHTS!

[kurogane2512]

Kuro it's me comix......

Three way sex with ningguang and Yelan g!p reader (since i don't think you write for male reader like i do but it's fine i like your stuff) but instead of a threeway it just turns into reader breeding the hell outta both of them

Heyy thank you so much for requesting, it's my first time writing male reader so do give me feedback if the characterization is fine and how I can improve :) Thank you for waiting as always! <3

18+ CONTENT MDNI

Game: Genshin Impact

Characters: Ningguang and Yelan x male!reader

Type: Smut (threesome, creampie, double handjob and blowjob, kissing, reader gets tied up, power bottom Ningguang and Yelan)

The vibrant fireworks of the Lantern Rite embellished the night sky; at the same time, the Jade Chamber was filled with sinful sounds of lovemaking and passion.

"My~ Seems you have been pent up quite a bit, Y/n~" Ningguang whispered in your right ear while stroking your shaft with her gloved hand, her breath and angelic voice sending shivers down your skin.

"Of course, he would be. You have kept him away for weeks, Ningguang~" Yelan continued by whispering in your left ear, rubbing your tip with her palm.

You were currently in Ningguang's private quarters at the Jade Chamber; to be precise, you were currently tied up with Yelan's strings on Ningguang's bed with both of them beside you.

"You do realize how busy I get? Besides, our agreement is to pleasure me when I call him. It's natural we spend quite a bit of time apart." Ningguang replied and licked the edge of your ear, her palm moving rubbing your shaft unbearably slow. What she said was indeed correct, you were merely in a contractual relationship with Ningguang, a mere plaything for her to satisfy her desires and release her frustrations.

"You do realize how cruel that is to him? You have even banned him from doing it with someone else~" Yelan continued, your pre-cum gathered on her palm which she used to stroke your head.

"Of course, I would. He belongs to me, exclusively. Even you I'm allowing just for today since you seduced him so much~"

Ningguang let go of your shaft and instead moved down to lick a long strip along your shaft, Yelan followed soon after and licked across your head.

"Hmm~ Doesn't that mean he's weak to be the plaything of the Tianquan?~"

"Oh, please, cut him some slack. I know he held back a lot for my sake, isn't that right, Y/n?~"

"Y-yes, mmhm!~" you let out a low moan the moment both of them began licking your dick at the same time.

Yelan swirled her tongue on your tip, gathering your pre-cum and spreading it around before wrapping her lips around the tip and sucking. Meanwhile, Ningguang left wet kisses on your shaft and licked long strips before coming up to your tip. They then switched roles, Ningguang bobbed her head up and down your tip while Yelan licked your shaft, simultaneously stroking your sac.

"Ngh! L-Lady Ningguang....Y-Yelan....! I-I'm close!~"

You bucked your hips into Ningguang's mouth, desperately trying to release your hands from the strings so you could push her down and fuck her mouth. Yelan instead tightened the strings even more, making you lie back down as Ningguang abruptly stopped sucking and came up to your face with a smirk.

"You remember the terms of our contract well, don't you?"

"Y-Yes, I only cum when you tell me to...."

"Good boy. You shouldn't need to be reminded for the rest of the night, right?~"

"My~ How uptight the Tianquan is. No wonder none of the other 'playthings' stayed for long~"

"You are running your mouth a bit too much today, Yelan." Ningguang warned Yelan who simply chuckled and swiftly straddled your lap, catching Ningguang off-guard.

"I was simply trying to lighten the mood because I feel bad for poor Y/n having to keep up with you. Hey, why don't you come with me? I'll give you a better deal than the Tianquan~"

"That's enough from you Yelan, unless you want to be thrown out."

"Hah~ Look how much in pain he is...." Yelan rubbed her core across your hard dick, "....How about I let you cum inside me? I'm sure Ningguang hasn't let you done that yet~"

Your eyes widened hearing Yelan's proposal, Ningguang observed your expression and frowned before straddling your face, facing Yelan while placing her cunt on your mouth.

"Hmm~ I didn't think our very capable Ms Yelan was so desperate to have a man she barely knows cum inside her~"

"Oh, I know him enough. Don't forget I was the one who did a background check on him for you~"

"Hehe~ If you think that's all there is to know about him then you are sitting on the wrong place~"

Yelan smirked before standing on her knees and aligning your shaft with her core, you felt her juices coat your tip as she took it in slowly before sitting down in one go. You hissed as your dick penetrated her hot and tight walls, feeling clamped by them. Ningguang watched the scene in envy and began rocking herself back n forth on your mouth.

Yelan set a relentless pace as she thrusted herself on your dick, her plump ass slapping against your thighs. Meanwhile, Ningguang wasn't far behind. You inserted your tongue in her slit as she rubbed herself, thrusting up and down on your mouth. Your senses were overtaken by both of them, your mind becoming hazy from the overwhelming pleasure but you were far from done and so were Yelan and Ningguang.

"Aaah! He's hitting so deep....N-No wonder you chose him, N-Ningguang—ngh!~" Yelan moaned as she fucked herself faster.

"I-I always....choose the best—mhm!~" Ningguang gasped as your tongue prodded at her sensitive spots.

Both of them panted out and rode you harder before moaning loudly as they came. Ningguang released her juices on your mouth that you religiously drank up and cleaned her while Yelan came on your dick as well and halted her movements.

"Heh~ He really didn't cum because you didn't tell him to~" Yelan mused before pulling out and sitting beside you, observing your throbbing hard dick that was ready to burst any moment.

"Hehe, I have trained him well, haven't I?~" Ningguang chuckled proudly before getting up from your mouth and sitting on the other side.

"L-Lady Ningguang....please....I can't anymore...." you pleaded out, too desperate to cum now. Ningguang smirked before making her over to your lap and pushing herself on your dick, lightly moaning as you hit her deepest spots.

"We don't have any condoms today but I'll give you a gift for Lantern Rite...." she leaned down and pecked your lips, ".....You can cum inside me today~"

A newfound energy surged through your body and Ningguang whimpered feeling your dick twitch inside her, "My~ Did that make you so excited? Being able to cum inside the Tianquan of Liyue?~"

She sneered and began riding you but you didn't let her as you instead bucked your hips up and made her arch back. Yelan released your arms as well and you wasted no time to grab Ningguang's waist and slam her down on your lap as you quickly pounded into her. She leaned forward and stabilized herself by clenching your shoulders while you continued ramming, fucking her out of her mind.

"C-Cum...cum in me, Y/n!~"

"As you wish, Lady Ningguang~"

You bucked your hips up and slammed into her deepest as you released your seed and painted her walls, she moaned loudly and came again feeling your hot cum seep inside her. She panted out and rested on your body before laying down beside you. Yelan watched you two intently the whole time, feeling her own arousal pool between her thighs as she fingered her clit looking at the scene in front of her.

"Hey. It's no fair if you both have all the fun~" You sat up at her statement and pushed her down as you came on top of her and aligned your dick with her entrance.

"Are you sure, Yelan?" you asked for confirmation and she nodded with a smile before pulling you close by your jaw, "Show me what you got~"

You smirked then pushed into her and sheathed yourself in one go, her back arching with a gasp. You wasted no time and pounded into her, her legs wrapping around your waist to pull you deeper.

"F-Faster....Harder.....F-Fuck me, Y/n!~" Yelan moaned loudly and you grunted before pushing her legs further, practically folding her into a mating press as you drilled hard and fast. Her moans and sound of your skin slapping filled the room, you leaned down and wrapped your lips around her perky nipple and sucked on them before biting down and pulling them.

"Aaaahn~! T-There....Y/n! More....right there! Give it to me!~"

Your hips slammed against her before hilting to the base as you came deep inside her, her hands clenching your back as she cried out in ecstasy. Your cum spilled down her thighs as you pulled out, gazing at her fucked-out state before you heard Ningguang chuckle on the side and embrace you from behind.

"It seems I should let you take reign more from now on, this state of yours isn't bad~" She slid her hand down to grab your dick while kissing your neck but you held her wrist and stopped her.

Confused, she was about to question you and but you quickly turned around and flipped her on her back. The Tianquan was surprised realizing what you were going to do but had no time to speak up as you propped her on her all fours and hilted into her warmth. She moaned out as you set a grueling pace, pounding into her and fucking her out.

You had enough of her controlling you, you wanted to show the Tianquan that you weren't so fragile just because you let her do as she pleased with you. Not to mention, she was simply too ethereal for you to miss this opportunity. Filling her up with your seed was the best gift you could have, and you made sure she would be feeling nothing but that for the rest of the day.

"Ah! Ah! Y/n! Haaaah!~ Yes! More! Fuck me! Yes~ Right there!"

The Tianquan's moans were music to your ears, her desperate and neediness to be filled by you was incomparable. You squeezed her ass and pounded faster and deeper once again before finally pushing deep and releasing another load into her. Her limbs lost their strength as she rested on the bed with your dick still inside her, hard and throbbing.

Just at that time, Yelan made her way to lie beside Ningguang and spread her legs for you. Well, it seems it was going to be a long night for you three. You couldn't ask for a better Lantern Rite than getting to fill two of the most powerful and beautiful women of Liyue with your seed.

[ezrazone]

i loooooove tale of the body thief and raglan james is my pookie nine thousand but this is due to a number of unique factors:

i have read the comix adaptation but not read the actual book. i don’t know that i’d describe the comics as “good” but i definitely enjoyed them. i’ve read plenty of complaints about the book and just had a very different experience with the story as it exists in that niche (literally out-of-print and not compiled as a graphic novel) adaptation.

ToTBT is underrated but also kind of sucks which is imo Thee potential transformative works sweet spot. it also belongs to a series with installments that very much don’t suck and of cooooourse i love the IWTV tv show enough that i’m invested in new versions of all of the material that might live up to the level of investment and complexity that the show is striving for

i looooooove justin kirk even though they haven’t done much with him on the show thus far. so now my pookie nine thousand from the comics i enjoyed has the face of one of my Guys From TV

raglan james is kinda just my OC at this point cuz i love the idea of a body thief even though or maybe especially because anne rice wasn’t interested in exploring the philosophical-emotional-social implications in the same ways as she was obviously invested in vampires. so he is a blank canvas in many regards but in a universe already rich with possibilities and inside a story i really like.

anyways all this to say i really don’t care about the talamasca show (i will try to watch it but one of the showrunners is the director of the blind side so my expectations are underground like lestat before he awakes to the power of rock and roll) BUT i do have a personal investment in this character and story that has more to do with loving something on my own terms. anne rice does not set these terms and amc certainly does not set these terms. i might post something on ao3 though i’m a little self-conscious that people won’t know what i’m talking about. stay tuned i GUESS!

[bowserphobia]

Old Mario Fancomics!

Decided to put together a list of early/mid 00's Mario fancomics that some of you may have missed. Blanket warning that these are from the early internet - I didn't re-read all of these for this post, but it's possible there's some stuff in here that didn't age so well.

Neglected Mario Characters Comix (1998 - 2004?)

Neglected Mario Characters was a sub website of Super Mario Bros HQ, a popular Mario fansite from back in the day. Created by Jay Resop with several other contributors. Widely regarded as the world's first sprite-based webcomic. Several different series - highly recommend the EVIL-Luigi Story to get started. I always really liked the VGF Telethon comic as well. Original website is dead, unfortunately, and the link leads to a mirror. This is like an internet time capsule.

Mario Adventures (2005 (maybe earlier?) - 2016)

Created by @mrbmwhite. This was my absolute FAVORITE Mario comic when i was a kid. There are still jokes from this comic stuck in my vernacular. I used to read this with my friends in the computer room :,) Unfortunately as far as I can tell, there is no way to read comics #30-#44, due to the death of flash. (which sucks, because they were super fucking funny.) You can read the oldest ones linked above on deviantart, and you can read the newer ones right here on tumblr. I hope you'll check this one out specifically, it's really special to me.

Once Removed (2008 - 2010) (unfinished)

Created by Pimmy. This was a fantastic comic about an AU where Luigi is raised by Kamek. I've always LOVED the way this is drawn, it definitely influenced my art style. Read at your own risk, or you'll be just as sad as I am that it never continued.

Brotherly Love (2005 - 2010) (unfinished)

Created by saiiko, based on a fanfic by Robin Lee. guys, this is the OG dark edgy Mario comic, okay? Luigi gets bitten by a mutant koopa and turns into a murderous Were-Koopa! I'm pretty sure this comic is what introduced me to dA, which I think is appropriate.

The 3 Little Princesses (2008-2009)

Created by Yves Bourgelas (TheBouryman). Okay, you've probably heard of this one. I remember it being super popular, but I never see anyone talking about it! Princess Rosalina crash lands on Peach's lawn, and a sleepover ensues. Super fun and really high quality.

Super Mario Brothers (2007 - present) (hiatus)

Created by Nintendrawer. Do people on tumblr know about this one?? This is most definitely the longest running mario fan comic. It goes on hiatus but it ALWAYS comes back eventually. No one does it like Nintendrawer.

Thanks for reading!! I hope I've introduced you to something you'll like!

[the-everqueen]

Definitely curious about the genderflip Sandman fic 👀

SAME. as in, this is only a concept on the back burner of my brain because i haven't really worked out a satisfying answer to the central q of the thing which is: what does a gender flip DO to these characters?

because here's the thing. i think 99.9% of the time a genderswap au is unnecessary and boring. (not to mention essentialist as hell.) boys have pussies, girls have dicks, people of all genders are intersex, etc. some of us notgirls and failguys just want to vicariously experience our fave getting his clit sucked or her prostate massaged. i personally hate fics that go "but what if these [cis] dudes were [cis] GIRLS" and then proceed to strip the characters of everything that makes them compelling, that makes THEM, because at that point you might as well just flesh out your OCs and maybe interrogate your internalized misogyny and transphobia while you're at it.

anyways.

in the case of sandman, i am (transparently, obviously) curious about what happens if the Corinthian is not designed to be (read as) a man. in the comix, he very much embodies the fears and risks associated with gayness in the 90s (the AIDS epidemic, the dual violence of the closet and/or being outed, the culture around cruising, intersections of race and class with queerness in U.S. urban areas, etc). in the show that's subtly shifted to be a broader umbrella of queerness as well as a very 21st century anxiety around surveillance/public vs private that also taps into a cultural fascination with serial killers. in both cases, him reading as white, middle-aged U.S. man is a CRUCIAL part of what he signifies. he looks like (and takes advantage of being) someone with a lot of social privilege, across multiple categories. no one is going to question why he's in a fancy hotel, a conference room, a seedy bar, a suburb. OBVIOUSLY that changes if any one of these categories changes. i'm thinking about how and also what that means.

(the dreaming spinoff comix tried to do a Thing with a female Corinthian: while Coco spends a year as a real boy, a trans woman named Echo takes his place in the Dreaming. the spinoff handles Echo...really poorly. [i wrote a whole paragraph here trying to distill her arc but it's tangential to this post so suffice to say: it was Bad.] Echo is posed as this "femme fatale" type because i guess if the Corinthian is a woman, she'd also have to be sexy and alluring to the (heterosexist) male gaze. imho this was a cop-out, but then again...what about that spinoff wasn't.)

on some level i'm not sure the Corinthian could ever be anything besides the Corinthian, if that makes sense. as in, if you change anything about him, maybe then he ceases to be the Corinthian and becomes something else entirely. Dream can take different forms (and Overture has a femme!Dream) because stories can take different forms across cultures and times and species. but the Corinthian is intrinsically tied up in humanity and its biomythic nature. and what we think of as Human, as Sylvia Wynter reminds us, is very much tied up in narratives around identity including race, gender, and class.

at the same time my id absolutely wants a butch lesbian Corinthian who uses he/him pronouns. mostly because lesbian and wlw sex STILL gets dismissed or sanitized or erased or pathologized, even though queer women remain subject to state, police, and domestic violence at higher rates than their straight and/or cis counterparts. (also yes i'm counting my trans hermanas y primas, t*rfs can fuck right off.) but also because i'm a fagdyke with religious trauma who relates very hard to god's failed masterpiece.

[sketch-twentytwo]

Redux Robotix AU

AU in which George Beard is bumped up to the third grade when he transfers to Jerome Horwitz Elementary School at the funny age of FIVE, leaving Harold Hutchins to make friends with an unlikely ally.

@infini-tree already did an AU based on this concept (their Lab Comix Inc. AU), which you should totally check out! But I wanted to try my own take!

My version is less of a roleswap, and more so a self indulgent exploration of the space—I’m mostly following the canon of the books, but this AU might ebb and flow into the movie, who knows?

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Without George to save him from bullies in book 9, I think Harold remains a timid and quiet boy. He’d continue to be mild mannered and polite, just trying to stay out of the limelight as best he can in order to avoid trouble.

Harold and Melvin meet when Melvin successfully showcases his latest robot to the class. There's no funny business to intrude on his presentation, meaning when the robot inevitably malfunctions it is 100% his fault. Harold would essentially draw fanart of the robot destroying a city which sparks their interaction.

Melvin is outraged that Harold would think of his intentions as evil or destructive and Harold, without a confrontational bone in his body, would quietly apologize and dejectedly crumple up the drawing. Melvin, recognizing some of his own loneliness in Harold, apologizes for his own outburst and suggests Harold draw his robot saving the city instead. Then he’d give advice and pointers for robotic designs and the two would grow closer from there.

Melvin is still egotistical, but having a friend who doesn’t constantly make fun of him or his inventions helps him mature emotionally. Harold remains the quieter one of the two, but he’d become less shy and more silent by choice. He helps Melvin mellow out from being the disliked tattletale, allowing him be cool and relaxed. I imagine he provides Melvin a friendly outlet and introduces him into a world of creativity.

I believe George inspired a lot of the crude jokes that took place in the Treehouse Comix, so with them not being friends, Harold would have had a much milder sense of humor. At the very least, he wouldn’t admit to enjoying the potty jokes as much, but he might still have an involuntary chuckle now and again.

Because Melvin doesn’t have a sense of humor, I think his and Harold's M.O. would by less “entertain the school” based and more “revolutionize the school”. Melvin wants to make things easier for kids so his inventions would reflect that (imagine a Homework Doer 3000 or a Personal Water Fountain that walks with you, or inflatable dummies that let you sneak out of class—that sort of thing).

Melvin still craves adoration/recognition and Harold is fine to let him have all the attention. Publicly, they’d be seen as Melvin as the brains and Harold as his assistant (if anyone bothered to remember that Harold was there at all!), but behind closed doors they would be genuine best friends.

I don’t see Melvin replacing George as a writer, I think this unlikely friendship would result in a different tag team setup. Melvin supplies his ideas for robots, doodads, and inventions while Harold continues to supply the drawings/designs. Harold also probably tries to hype up Melvin's ideas, making them more grandiose and spectacular, though he'd deny any of the credit.

With his help, Melvin is seen less as a nerdy suck up and more a mad scientist whose always jotting down invention ideas into his notebook (it's not like he has to study in class lol). Harold is no longer part of a pranking duo, and is now a silent observer who is always doodling in class instead of paying attention (ADHD strikes again!)

Together they make blueprints and robots under the name Redux Robotix LLC!

Melvin and Harold aren't exactly rule followers, but Melvin is "rules lawyer" enough to semantics his way out of being in trouble, much to Krupp's annoyance and irritation. Generally, Harold doesn't like to make waves while Melvin will fight the system to prove that he was "in the right", even if only by a technicality.

Any trouble the Robotix Duo get into is purely unintentional and probably the result of a robot exploding and causing property damage. In this way they’re still infamous, but their relationship with the teachers is less contrarian.

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Which brings me to George.

In Book 9, five year old George was supposed to be bumped up to the Third Grade instead of remaining in Kindergarten, a move his parents rejected so that he could socialize with kids his age.

This is the decision that separates Redux Robotix from Canon. Here, George is three grades ahead of his peers.

As such, George does not meet Harold or Melvin until much, much later, although he has probably heard of Redux Robotix from word of mouth and seen some of the lingering aftermath scattered around the school.

In the books it is implied that George’s defiance and pranks were done out of boredom. I don’t think that would go away, even if he was placed in the “correct” grade.

George continues to struggle in class as a result of his ADHD and being surrounded by peers just as intelligent as him but lacking his sense of humor would definitely drag him down. He’d still be the class clown here, but his pranks would be a lone wolf vs. the world scenario. Think Rafe Khatchadorian from the first Middle School book, except since George is operating alone, he’d try to stay anonymous about his “work”.

George's pranking alias is 80-HD. 80-HD is like the Banksy of Jerome Horwitz Elementary, except his skill set is pranks, not graffiti (though graffiti isn't entirely off the table)!

I'm borrowing the name 80-HD from the Dog Man books as they were canonically created by the OG!George and Harold, meaning it would be something he'd still come up with here! :D

Krupp is onto George, and knows that he’s the culprit for the uptick in silliness and pranks at the school, but throughout George’s four to five years at Jerome Horwitz, he’s never been able to scrounge up any tangible proof that George is 80-HD!

That isn't to say that George is able to evade punishment for his other antics, however. George continues to write his imaginative stories, but without an artist to draw them, I think they remain in prose. 

Since George is no artist and has no Harold to help him make comics, I think he would've created his own newspaper to pass around the school! It's called the Treehouse Tribune, and it is his passion project/creative outlet that he uses to make editorials, spoof articles, parodies, and the like. He sells these babies for 25¢ a pop on the school playground and has gotten detention a bunch of times for it.

George is very lonely, though, since everyone in his grade is three years older than him and thinks he's too immature. People his age are three grades below him and tend to find him either intimating or they're too nervous to approach him (grade politics man, you hate to see it!)

I imagine that George, Melvin, and Harold wouldn’t be adversaries as much as brief acquaintances as the three end up in the principal's office a lot in passing. Melvin and Harold manage to squeeze out of getting detention, leaving George alone to deal with Krupp’s anger.

Because George is alone and very young in a grade with older peers, I think Krupp would've grown a soft spot for him. My Krupp is more inspired by the movie than the books, so instead of being cartoonishly evil and mean, he's just mean and grumpy but well meaning when it comes to bringing out the best in his students. He wants George to grow up, mature, and excel in his classes because he knows George is smart enough to do it. So he's hard on George but does let him get away with a few things here and there (favoritism? what's that?)

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The three boys are neutral towards each other prior to the start of Redux's canon (which roughly follows the movie's plot until it doesn't).

Eventually, the trio meets and a reluctant friendship blossoms between the three of them. Both George and Melvin would be easy friends with Harold, since he's the mellowest of the group, but George and Melvin together? Ho boy!

The end game dynamic is that the three kids become friends, with George and Melvin still butting heads from time to time, but ultimately learning to care for one another, with Harold often playing mediator.

(I do have an idea for how/when the titular Captain comes into play, but it might not be in the way that everyone hoped! I kinda find Captain Underpants one of the less interesting characters out of the whole story, the movie included. Movie!Krupp is wayyyy more interesting to me as a person, so if you're disappointed in the lack of CU in this CU AU, then I apologize in advanced!)

That's all for now! Stay tuned for more by following the Redux Robotix AU Blog or tag! Thanks for reading! :D

[pandhora]

Premise of Sonic Mars was recycled for Sonic Frontiers.

I discovered that the game's story: Sonic Mars had its premise idea recycled by someone at Sega.

(Photo Official of The Sonic Fronteirs)

• Sonic Mars = Sonic Frontiers: Sonic has to save his friends from being trapped in a virtual world.

Sonic Frontiers Story: Following the trails of the Chaos Emeralds, Sonic, Tails and Amy fly in the Tornado towards the Starfall Islands, an archipelago of islands forgotten by everyone. As they approach the islands, a wormhole suddenly appears in the sky, sucking Sonic in and separating him from his friends. Upon waking up, Sonic finds himself trapped in Cyber Space, a digital space that resembles places from his memories. He escapes and finds himself on Kronos Island, one of the Starfall Islands. Guided by a mysterious voice, Sonic must now gather the Chaos Emeralds.

When Sonic tries to save his friends, he gains Cyber Corruption. This corruption causes him great pain, but also gives him new powers that he uses to defeat the gigantic Titans that protect the emeralds. Sonic encounters a holographic girl named Sage who wants him to leave the islands. She was created by Dr. Eggman, who is also trapped in Cyberspace after tampering with the Ancients' technology. On Ares Island, Sonic encounters his friendly rival Knuckles, who was teleported here from Angel Island. The mysterious voice that guided Sonic through the islands is released from cyberspace on Rhea Island. This monster is a planet killer that the Ancients tried to stop long ago by sealing it away. Eggman reluctantly teams up with Sonic to stop him and save the world.

What was Sonic Mars?

(Image edited by me imagining what Sonic Mars would be like)

(Real photo from the Official Sonic Mars game)

The game's proposal was prepared on May 17, 1994 by then-lead designer Michael Kosaka with assistance from Chris Senn and Don Goddard. Opting to frame the game in the Saturday morning show that was still on the air at the time, the hope was to make the first fully 3D game about Sonic and his world. Presented to the management of Sega of America, they gave the green light for the Sega Technical Institute to move forward with the project. When shown what the American side of STI was coming up with for the next chapter of the Sonic the Hedgehog series, Yuji Naka, one of the character's creators, could only shake his head and say "good luck", not being very impressed with what was shown and knowing firsthand the difficulties involved in making a Sonic game.

Shortly after the proposal was accepted, Michael Kosaka left Sega due to problems between him and Dean Lester, the producer of Comix Zone. Without a lead designer, Chris Senn was thrust into the role, with Don Goddard reworking the Sonic Mars script. Eventually, the Saturday Morning premise was abandoned due to disinterest, and the game was completely reworked once it changed systems, becoming the more familiar Sonic X-treme.

The game was to be a tie-in to the TV series Sonic the Hedgehog (SatAM), but the idea was scrapped as the TV show was never released in Japan. The game had several playable characters that would have Sonic as the default for Player 1 , while Player 2 would choose from five other characters, such as Sally Acorn, Bunnie Rabbot, Tails, Knuckles, and Tiara. There would be several endings where Sonic would have to choose between Sally and Tiara. Some special stages were designed as minigames, like the one where Sonic plays air hockey with Robotnik.

In this game, Sonic would save his friends from a virtual world of Dr. Robotnik.

Summary by Michael Kosaka (1994):

While Sonic checks a security alarm in a remote corner of the Great Forest, his friends Sally Acorn, Bunnie Rabbot, Tails, Tiara and Knuckles discovers a strange message from one of Dr. O.mad scientist is trying to take control of Micro Mobius, a virtual world, and the message is a cry for help from your peaceful inhabitants. The hedgehog returns to Knothole and discovers that Eggman captured his friends and took them to the virtual world. Sonic sets out to save his friends and stop Eggman from reformatting Micro Mobius.

(The information where I found that the premise of Sonic Mars was reused in Sonic Frontiers was through the "Tv Tropes" website where you have all the curiosities about the franchise: Sonic The Hedgehog.)

(If you saw that Sonic Frontiers has references to Sonic SatAm, it's because the premise was reused and also because Ian Flynn wrote both Sonic Archie and IDW.😊)

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A Life In Comix Podcast #1

This year I’ve decided to do a podcast!  Now you can hear me talk about nothing important for half an hour and soon I’ll be inviting my friends to derail any conversation and talk off topic 90% of the time.

The podcast can currently be found on Spotify and Apple Podcasts, or you can listen through the widget on the right.

If you have something you want me to talk about or you’re a webcomic type person who wants to be on, please let me know!

Right now, you can listen to the first episode, “How I Got Into Webcomics” and the description is “In 1997 I discovered webcomics but what pulled me into doing them for the next 26 years? Listen to me drone on and on for nearly a half hour about the topic.” Seemed like a good. place to start.

The next episode will be about “Why webcomic suck.”. We will also have special guests whom I have collaborated with in the past, such as Uncle Ghastly and Tang Ho!

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90: Joe Coleman // Infernal Machine

Infernal Machine Joe Coleman 1990, Blast First

Joe Coleman emerged in the late 1970s from the alternative comix scene established by artists like Art Spiegelman (Maus), Kim Deitch (Waldo the Cat), and Bill Griffith (Zippy the Pinhead), but found greater notoriety as a painter and a shock artist. Here’s Spin’s Dean Kuipers on a performance (as his character Professor Mombooze-o) that resulted in one of Coleman’s numerous arrests:

“Boston, October 22, 1989. Reel after reel of ancient hardcore porno films flash onto a black screen onstage at BF/VF—the Boston Film/Video Foundation—grey and grainy, somebody else's fucking and sucking memories of indeterminate age. After 20 minutes, the hundred people in the audience are quiet and disarmed. The lights come up.

Joe Coleman instantly comes whapping through the film screen from behind, hanging upside down from a climber's harness attached to the ceiling, screaming and choking like a man condemned. This is the man everyone came to see. Green flames and acrid smoke belch from his chest as strapped-on explosives detonate under layers of shirt, ratty duck jacket and lab coat. Half a minute later, the booming and gnarling subside and Coleman's wife, Nancy, leaps out and douses him with goats’ blood to put out the fires. She cuts him down and he tears away what's left of the black screen to reveal a dead goat hanging upside down, twisting slowly. The goat is real. The odor of spattered blood and gunpowder seeps into the stunned crowd.

'Here are Mommy and Daddy!' cries Coleman, rushing to the front of the stage and pulling two live white mice from his pockets. He sits down on the edge of the stage and holds Mommy and Daddy up to his scorched beard and talks to them. Meanwhile, Nancy pulls out her Zippo and torches a cloth/plastic effigy of Coleman. The stage is consumed by fire as Joe screams at the squirming mice, 'I'll eat the cancer out of you!' and bites the head off Daddy, spewing it back into the audience. Then he snaps Mommy's head: hers he swallows.

This is Joe Coleman's stone ritualization of his mother's death. Four days earlier, she had died of cancer.

The befuddled firemen who arrive minutes later are sure that this must be the meeting of a satanic cult. As police investigators pick through the chaos of greening humans, brown smoke and bloody carcasses, the owners of BF/VF finger Joe and Nancy, then fire manager Jeri Rossi. All three are arrested and Joe is charged with—among other things—an old Massachusetts blue law charge that hasn't been used since the 1800s: Possession of an Infernal Machine."

(You can watch an excerpt of a similar performance in the 1988 pseudo-documentary Mondo New York, though I do not recommend doing so if you’re troubled by animal cruelty.)

The Infernal Machine LP is a figurative soundtrack to the Mombooze-o character, which he retired following the Boston bloodbath. Side one (“Homage to Mass Murderers”) intersperses vintage country and blues murder ballads with exploitation film clips and interviews with murderers Ed Kemper and Charles Manson. Side two (“Infernal Machine”) is a collage of clips from TV shows and ‘40s films noir, audio from Coleman’s Mondo New York performance, and early live recordings by NYC noise punks Steel Tips.

The overall effect is eerie, and there are some powerful juxtapositions. The way the clip of Kemper’s tearful description of murdering his own mother segues into Eddie Noack’s 1968 recording of “Psycho” underscores the song’s unnerving potency; tucked between relatively jaunty tunes by Bessie Smith and Tex Ritter, a long clip of character actor Don Russell’s genuinely moving performance as a kidnapped schoolteacher begging for his life from 1963’s The Sadist (based on the Charles Starkweather murders) seems to represent man’s powerlessness in a capricious universe. Side two is bookended by excerpts from the 1947 film Nightmare Alley, in which a series of disasters reduce cocksure Stan Carlisle (played by Tyrone Power) from his position as a carnival barker to the role of a despised geek who earns a meagre living by biting the heads off chickens in front of jeering crowds. The implication is that, as Mombooze-o, Coleman himself has been similarly forced into the role of a freak by the diseased contemporary world.

The LP includes a twelve-page booklet of Coleman’s paintings and, most interestingly, a picture-disc reproduction of details from its cover image, Portrait of Professor Mombooze-o. I’m not normally much interested in picture discs, but the sight of Coleman’s zombified head spinning on the table (or the dead fish bursting from his crotch on the flip) really does complete the package. It’s as a visual artist that Coleman’s chief gifts reveal themselves. His obsessively detailed paintings, which he works out over months and sometimes years using a single horsehair brush, are the most successful transference of an alt. comix sensibility to the gallery I’ve come across. If the work in R. Crumb’s classic Weirdo anthologies could feel like a mutated, devolved descendent of the feverish iconography of sixteenth century religious art, Coleman’s paintings are that mutant culture’s return to high art.

Coleman frequently conflates people like Charles Manson with Jesus Christ, saying in a ‘90s tour of his collection of oddities that he keeps a lock of Manson’s hair and a sample of Christ’s marrow. Falling back on the Blakean idea of a marriage of heaven and hell, he claims that if the pair’s DNA could be mixed in a clone it would create a perfect Messiah. However, the mingling of deviants and prophets in Coleman’s hagiographic art does not, as Coleman seems to mystically intend, elevate the former towards divinity so much as it pulls the latter earthward. Serial killers are, almost without exception, insipid creatures, powerless to explain their own behaviour with any real insight—as are for that matter, many holy men. Maniacs and religious figures are akin in the sense that each possesses intense evocative potential. A crazed killer’s actions, which seem both primal and alien, tear at the fabric of our notion of a shared reality. It is tempting to read their murders, being as superficially inexplicable as miraculous events, as signs or portents, the killers themselves as visionaries. Put another way, both religious phenomena and psychopathic behaviour create a void of ostensible meaning that humans are agitated to fill. Meaning does not arise from their actions but is imputed to them by witnesses. In Coleman, these boring, broken men who kill find a witness capable of making them a genuinely mythic force.

Portrait of Charles Manson, 1988 I find Coleman’s art as inspired and fascinating as I find his philosophy stunted and dull. In an interview with Richard Metzger on the BBC series Disinformation, Coleman says, with reference to mass murderer Richard Speck, “I don't want to kill anybody, but I want to express that pain. I want to express what he was trying to express. What if he didn't have to do that? And maybe, just maybe, art is a thing where you can do that.” Ten years previously, Coleman told an anecdote in Mondo New York about covering himself in blood and harassing random women at New York bars; when their boyfriends would intervene, he’d light the fuse on the hidden explosives attached to his chest and then calmly walk out of the bar in the confusion, enjoying the screams and smoke. Whether he’s spinning a yarn or recounting something he actually did, it’s clear he gets the same petty thrill out of terrifying strangers as the sickos (both real and fictional) excerpted on the Infernal Machine LP do. This doesn’t make him a monster, but it does clarify that when he talks about “expressing” their pain he also wants his share of their freedom to do violence. Of all the reasons it’s good for Coleman that he ended up an artist instead of a cut-rate David Berkowitz, the most telling is this: if he had, what artist of his quality would’ve wanted to take him as their subject?

90/365

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Corbin's Story: Freshman Haze

Originally published Feb 16, 2017

Before I ever considered becoming a social justice blogger fighting for the rights and protection of the thousands of young women and men around Carpenter State University's campus, I was just another ordinary student. A first year English major who hadn't quite discovered her voice. I was knee deep in gen ed courses back then and desperate to escape the heavy workload of physics and calculus, y'know, stuff I haven't used since. I found that distraction around winter break of my freshman year. His name was Jacob Rothschild. He was one of those rich kid types, a dime a dozen in any fraternity. But Jacob had a nerdiness to him that the other frat boys didn't. Tall, skinny, unbearably awkward. His bed shook as we fucked, and the Magneto statuette on his nightstand toppled to the floor.

"Magneto!" he gasped, trying to crane his head to assess the damage, but I was on top and I wouldn't let him move. I shushed him, and pulled him into another kiss. "Don't worry about it, baby," I said. "You've got me."

Jacob looked back up to me with that helpless expression. I could tell that he hadn't been with a lot of girls before, and the way he kept saying, "You're so beautiful," during foreplay told me none of them had been quite like me. I had pushed this along pretty quickly. Jacob seemed happy playing video games and talking about our favorite nineties cartoons. I just wanted to get laid. "You're so beautiful," he repeated, and I could see it in his eyes. He didn't just love me, he revered me. It was so cute.

He came, and a plopped down on the bed beside him. "Was it alright?" he asked.

"Sure," I said, getting out of the bed to open the window. I pulled a lighter and a joint from my purse and lit up, closing my eyes as I took the first drag. A couple coughs. I'd been a pretty regular smoker in high school but my opportunities in college were few and far between. "I could get kicked out of my fraternity for that," He said, eyeing the joint in my hand nervously.

I glared at him for a moment and then giggled. "Relax, dude," I said. "Half the people in this house are dealing."

That didn't seem to calm Jacob's nerves. He ran his hands through his already messy hair and sat up on the edge of the bed. While he began to dress, I admired the setup of his bedroom. Running my fingers over his computer like I'd never seen a desktop before. I was pretty stoned that night. "You develop shit?" I asked. "Like apps and stuff?"

"Yeah," he said. "Please don't touch that." Jacob was another in a long line of students who'd come to college aspiring not to graduate, but to develop the next big app. He'd seen The Social Network in high school and decided that he was the next Mark Zuckerberg. Now a senior, Jacob was dangerously close to actually getting a degree.

"Like Flappy Bird?" I asked. "I fucking loved Flappy Bird." "Not exactly..." he frowned. "Hey!" I was sitting down in his computer chair. "Please, Corbin. There's sensitive stuff on there." "Like your porn?" I thought that was pretty funny. He didn't. "Come on," I flashed a playful frown. "I'll suck your cock if you let me play with your toys..." Not really my proudest moment.

Jacob blushed. And then we heard a distant knocking. "Pizza dude," Jacob said. "I'll get it." "Good call," I laughed, taking another liberal drag. "Oh! Ask him if we can pay him in pot!" I called after Jacob as he left the room.

To my credit, I waited a full thirty seconds before I turned back to his computer. First I rooted through his search history. "Hentai, figures. Metrobay Comix?" I clicked. "Not what I expected. Okay...Hypnohub..." Click. "Jake, Jake, Jake. My skills of deduction guess you have a fetish..." I craned my head in fascination at a drawing of a topless, presumably mindless Samus Aran marching toward Mother Brain. "I guess it's kind of hot," I said to myself dismissively, exiting the browser. Next I checked out his desktop. That was where the good stuff was.

That was where I found the folder titled DO NOT OPEN. "Oh, Jake," I giggled again. "You're so stupid."

Inside that folder I found an exe titled "prototype." I just couldn't resist. The program opened to display a series of shifting shapes and colors. "This isn't Flappy Bird..." I said, reaching out for the mouse to click out of the program, but my eyes were transfixed on the images. "Whaaaatt issss thissss...?"

Jacob returned a few minutes later with two platefuls of pizzas. He found me waiting patiently for him at the edge of his bed, sitting stiffly upright, naked, my feet planted on the floor and my hands in my lap.

"Are you going to eat naked?" he asked, offering me one of the plates. I didn't take it. Not yet. "Do you want me to eat naked?" I smiled. "Do...you...want to eat naked?" "Anything for you," I replied with that stupid grin. "Oh shit!" Jacob gasp as he noticed the prototype file opened on his desktop. "Shit-shit! Shit! It worked? No! Shit!" He set the plates down on his bed and leaned in close to my blank face. He snapped his fingers, no response. "Corbin!" "Yes?" "You opened the prototype?" "Yes." "And...how do you feel?"

Finally I turned my head to look at him, and I gave him that look of total reverence. He was so beautiful. "Obedient," I said. It's embarrassing to me now how easily I fell under that damn app's spell, but you've got to remember that this was my first time ever running into something like this. Also I was stoned. I was really stoned, guys.

Meanwhile Jacob was doing some serious conscience searching. He'd invented the app without ever considering the ethical implications. Great inventors, he said, create first and worry about ethics later. I'm pretty sure Thomas Edison had a guy killed for a patent. He wasn't a good dude. Jacob later told me that the prototype I'd opened was a very rough draft of a more powerful technology. Flashing lights and swirling pictures, this was a simple parlor trick compared to the stuff he was hired to work on our of college. He sold the app at a good profit and earned enough notoriety to snag a job in Silicon Valley. But that's another story.

The pizza grew cold as Jacob paced his bedroom, working out the situation in his head. "We already had sex, you pushed me into that. I didn't trick you into doing anything, in fact you were the one who opened the program. But that's like blaming a drunk girl when a guy forces himself on her...fuck! Fine! Okay. Corbin, are you listening to me?" "Yes." "Okay. Abort."

With the power of one word, the fog over my mind cleared. "Whoa," I blinked my eyes. "What a trip." "I can't believe it works..." Jacob said. "Beats the hell outta ganja," I said. "What the fuck, dude!?" I demanded. It was hard not to notice the bulge in Jacob's skinny jeans. "I'm so sorry! I told you not to mess with my stuff! It was for your safety, honestly! I didn't ever plan on showing anyone that! I didn't even think it worked." A curious grin crept across my face and I said, "You were really into that, weren't you? Having a hot, naked babe all happy and submissive on your bed. Don't lie, I saw your browser history. Why else would you develop an app like that?"

Now Jacob was redder than I'd ever seen him.

"So you...really liked it?" Jacob asked.

I bit my lip. "It's different," I said. "I've been with four different guys and I'm always the one calling the shots. I've never been so submissive before. It's different. Now if you're asking if I'd be interested in trying it again..."

I have to admit. Weird ass fetishes aside, Jacob wasn't a bad dude. I think most guys in that frat would have just fucked me and tossed me aside to become the next angry rape culture meme on tumblr. But Jacob wasn't like that. He didn't invent that app to take advantage of women, even if he did conscribe a few Victoria's Secret models to clean his apartment as sexy maids. Okay, so Jacob is a shit. But he gave me a choice, and that's what I really liked about him.

A week later I posed for him in the lingerie he'd picked out for me and I asked, "How do I look, master?" "You're so beautiful, Corbin," because by now he revered me even more. But now I returned that reverence with a flattered but cocky smirk and I said, "Thank you, master. I am a mindless slave. Please use me as you wish."

And I meant every word of it.

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hatred comix go kinda crazy .. damian in black label said hatred a total of twice and i soyjakd both times

also awww .. aw.. aw,.. aww.. the hate guy..

anyway big up @/suck-my-magnuts for uploading them ..

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