#jomullein

[sistahscifi]

We will be rioting right there with you!!!! Reposted from @theblerdgurl If @janellemonae doesn't play her in the movie I will riot. . . I spoke to award winning writer N.K. Jemisin and artist @pryce14 about #FarSector for @syfywire. It's a story about a new #GreenLantern named Sojourner "Jo" Mullein, BUT although she's got a power ring of her own, she's not quite an active member of the Corp...yet. This standalone series is out now on the @dccomics #YoungAnimal imprint. (DC's edgier indie imprint created by @Gerardway ). . . To see more of Jamal's STUNNING artwork and read the interview CLICK THE LINK IN MY PROFILE: @theblerdgurl . . . #farsector #greenlantern #dc #dccomics #younganimal #comics #theblerdgurl #syfywire #interview #comicbooks #greenlanterncorp #sojournermullein #jomullein #nkjemisin #jamalcampbell #dopeblackart #blackwomensuperheroes #blackheroesmatter #readcomics #art #artist #illustration #blerd #blerds #sistahscifi (at Sistah Scifi) https://www.instagram.com/p/CncZJIopjt9/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[masigl4179]

#happyjuneteenth #blackcomics #dccomics #marvelcomics #mcu #dceu #milesmorales #spiderman #intothespiderverse #GreenLantern #johnstewart #farsector #jomullein #sojournermullein #cyborg #milestone #staticshock #static #steel #blacklightning #nubia #falcon #samwilson #warmachine #blackpantherforever #nickfury #wakandaforever #blade #storm https://www.instagram.com/p/CQT1VlEhVM0/?utm_medium=tumblr

[deiasilva10]

Reposted from @comics.and.cereal Future State: Justice League °2 (February 2021) Variant by Kael Ngu #dc #dccomics #art #illustration #comicbookart #comiccover #comicbook #variantcovers #batman #superman #wonderwoman #flash #greenlantern #aquawoman #batman #flash #jonkent #yaraflor #jomullein #jesshchambers #andycurry #lukefox https://www.instagram.com/p/CHnggWkAkLb/?igshid=tfp3gy1q6s0y

[kill-the-feels]

I feel like I have to sue for emotional damages after that

please don’t sue me i hurt me too when writing it

[owenoak95]

Green Lantern - Far Sector #greenlantern #farsector #jomullein #dccomics #fanart #digitalart https://www.instagram.com/p/B420IbjjuCD/?igshid=xga7ulk1hovz

[danmshappier]

#jamalcampbell #jomullein #lanternaverde💚 #dccomicsartwork #dccomicsart #dccomicsbrasil (em Gávea, Rio De Janeiro, Brazil) https://www.instagram.com/p/CL52N3GpO7r/?igshid=i5u1xyz5hyhd

[ftonews]

This is incredible. Everything about it. The look, the character and the Cosplayer behind the costume. I STAND for this and kneel to the result. More!!

Artist • @brown.suga.outlaw Say something nice about dc! And yes that includes you marvel fans lol! I have to say the DC is doing a lot better with their diversity. I'm loving Jo Mullein and while Yara Flor's personality isn't my favorite, I'm warming up to her and I love her look! I'm so happy I was able to get this done in time to end February! And it's just green enough for St. Patrick's day 😂.

#28daysofblackcosplaychallenge

#28daysofblackcosplay #ftonerdtalk #blackcosplayerhere #blackcosplay #blackhistorymonth #dceu #dccomics #dccosplay #dccomicscosplay #dcmultiverse #greenlanterncosplay #greenlanturn #jomullein #sojournermullein

[whirlybirbs]

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summary: oneshot ; you provide information in trade of protection to a certain commander of the coruscant guard.  pairing: commander fox / criminal!reader a/n: inspired by & for @jomullein​ / @soldr24​ who has been thirsting over commander fox enough to make me need to just... write it. fox was just doing his job, good soldiers follow orders. you know the deal. header image is the helmet-less fox design bix drew during our drawpile last night. god knows i’ll expand on this.

“Oh, come on, Commander -- don’t be so stiff.” 

Commander Fox of the Coruscant Guard can feel his patience deteriorating with every passing moment -- as if the ignited burn of his irritation is just eating away his attempted composure in the face of your defiant posture.

He stares hotly beneath his visor at your two boots that are planted on the interrogation table.

The stasis cuffs on your wrists are treated like accessories. You had even admired the polished steel braces in the light of the small, harshly lit room at one point, as if they were pocketed gold bengals adorning your wrist.

“We both know how this goes,” you croon, waving your two hands like doves in the wind -- an attempt to distract at the clear irritation bubbling in the Head of Guard’s shoulders, “You haul me in -- I spill some lovely little secrets. And then! We both walk away ten credits richer, huh?”

When he speaks, his voice is gruff.

“Your little secret you shared last time... was a bust.”

God, the satisfaction of seeing your confidence fall away with a simple sentence... Fox could almost smile. 

You sit up sharply, boots hitting the ground as your eyes widen -- your mouth falls open as you try to speak, stuttering through your disbelief as the Commander moves through the room. For a second, the only sound in the room is the jingle of the tangled necklaces around your neck. 

They glint in the light.

“Th-That’s not possible --”

“Oh, but it is.”

Fox circles you.

Behind him, the ray shield hums red. 

His armor, polished and perfect, looks near velvet to the touch. He’s used to keeping up appearances for the sake of being face of law and order in the sprawling ecumenopolis. It shows -- you wonder, in the back of your mind, if the sight of the Commander’s face only furthers that point.

The face of safety amongst the Core World capital.

He crosses his arms as he props his hip up on the metal table -- his visor tips down, and when Commander Fox speaks you can hear the smugness in his voice. 

“What?” he snaps, “Didn’t think we’d corroborate your statement?”

“No, no,” your lashes kiss your cheeks as you squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head; suddenly, a sense of panic seems to grip your voice as you speak. Two big eyes, ringed with dark eyeliner, aim to plead up at Fox as you move to stand, “There’s no way. I risked my neck to get you that info on Senator O’pio --”

A scoff. Beneath the vocalizer, it sounds cold and robotic. 

“And it was a dead end.”

Silence divides the space between you and suddenly, you realize --

“You’re lying to me.”

Hm.

Fox is almost impressed. Almost. 

Had he let his guard slip? Or, have you -- in the handful of weeks he’s been using you as an informant on Separatist dealings in the underside of the the city -- learned to read him? He’d be surprised, truly, if that was the case. But then again, you’re cunning. There was a reason why the Commander kept you around.

“Why would I lie?” he rasps, fingers twitching, “I wouldn’t get anything out of it --”

“You want me to keep going off,” you say, emotions guarded. But betrayal sits on your tongue. It makes your words sharp, rising up like a knife to his throat, “You want me to talk and talk and talk, but I’ve got news --”

Your painted lips snarl. 

Fox tilts his helmet.

“You’re can’t play me, Commander,” it’s a near laugh, “I wrote the book on the game.”

For the first time, he realizes how close you are to him. If the thick layer of crimson plastoid hadn’t been adorning his figure, he’s sure he would have felt the heat of your body leering at him. You’re shorter than him, but now with both hands braced on the table he’s sitting upon, that doesn’t seem to matter. 

The playing field is level.

He’s irritated again -- because your smugness has returned. Fox watches, with measured reaction, as your eyes run like a river down the expanse of his armor. You run your tongue over your teeth, rap your knuckles on the table, then laugh. Coarse and grated. Irritated.  

It’s... mesmerizing.

He gestures to your hands.

“Show me the cuffs.”

You do, settling on a cocked hip.

With a pass of his security clearance fob, the red light between your wrists goes green and the stasis cuffs hiss apart. They clunk to the table and you exhale. You rub your wrists with a doting touch, then flick a calculated look up at Fox. 

“If you’re smart,” you bite, “You won’t try that again with me.”

You’re moving to swagger towards the ray shields, to walk away from this, when the gloved hand of the Commander snatches your wrist fast than a blink -- and the grip spins you around roughly. He yanks you forward, sending your momentum towards him as you hiss and writhe to wrench your wrist from him. But, Fox keeps his hold.

You’re so close to him, you swear you can almost see narrowed honey-brown eyes beneath the visor. 

You fight the urge to stare; to try and make out the shapes beneath the glint of black tinted crystaliglass. 

“Do I need to remind you,” there’s a sudden bite to his word’s, grip tightening along column your wrist. You swallow, brow knotting, “who exactly is in charge here?”

There’s a warning there, in those words. Where you’d normally push, you don’t. The truth is -- you needed him. Because he kept the Crime Families off your back. He made life possible in the lower levels... and he knew it.

“No.”

“No what?” 

Fox notes the twitch of your lip. 

Anger. He knows it well. 

“No, sir.” 

The red ray shield drop, fizzling into nothing -- and the room sinks into a darker shadow than before. When you wrench your wrist from Fox’s grip this time, he lets you move. 

“We’ll reach out when we require your services again.”

You hate the amusement that bounces around through his words as you stalk out of the Coruscant Guard’s holding bay. 

[diamondgore]

Happy Holidays @jomullein​ !!!

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Logan/Ororo Munroe

Characters: Ororo Munroe, Logan (X-Men)

Additional Tags: Gap Filler, this happens before x-force 1, coming to terms, ororo and logan being good friends, 'friends'

Summary: It's an adjustment period.

[redsnerdden]

Far-Sector #1

Murder, Mystery and the unknown may be things you would expect to find in the Universe, but we also found a fun, new story to review in Far-Sector #1. #GreenLantern #FarSector #DCComics #DCYoungAnimal #Comics #JoMullein #Reviews #ComicBookReviews

In April, it was announced during the new Young Animal line that we would be getting a new Green Lantern. Even though we do not know much about her, or have seen her in action (Until now) fans have had a feeling of excitement and curiosity when it comes to introducing a new hero into the multiverse. There are 3600 Sectors that make up the “Guardian Space” but we’re getting a chance to explore a…

[whirlybirbs]

A strange thought just popped into my head (as thoughts do) - Jedi!Maul. My immediate reaction was: eh- O.o But the follow-up was more accepting. I can't really imagine him as padawan or knight, but Jedi Master- yes please.

you know,, @jomullein / @soldr24 brought this up on twitter a few weeks ago and i … have thought about it. it’s… hot.

he’s so dedicated – loyal and headstrong and committed to the cause. the jedi find him before mother talzin sends him off to palpatine – urgently rush him away despite her hostility of wanting a strong son in-tune with the force how it was meant…

they understand the danger of having someone as strongly rooted in the force as young maul become an agent of the dark-side. 

he spends his teenage years with a penchant for being socially distant and never had many friends – he always does well in class, but just… doesn’t really have many people in his life. he’s just not good at that. swordsmanship and meditation and all that? yea.

he’s good-natured – if not a bit cold. but his master mace windu doesn’t mind.

he does, finally, get along swimmingly with a certain obi-wan kenobi. they’re polar opposites in many ways, but their wit binds them together.

the idea of love would rip him apart. he’s so firecly tied to the code that he’d have such a hard time grappling with the feels around romance…

talk about a quick burn.

[whirlybirbs]

--  will it away ;

a/n: in case you don’t follow me on twitter, i’m obsessed with my pal bix’s (@jomullein) OC’s -- one of which being a scarred up, emotionally constipated clone trooper named rooster. 

on god, pls go check out their 73rd battalion line-up and fall in love with me. this shit is life changing. 

this is purely fan service for me n my pals. enjoy some oc content!

One step. You match it.

Another. You bob back.

Rooster trips up. 

You don’t let him pass.

You mirror the trooper’s dodging -- successfully stopping him in his tracks before you; he comes to rest only hesitantly. 

It’s almost comical -- the way you block Rooster’s exit from the stiff, uncomfortable air of the elevator. Without tearing your eyes from him, your hand moves to unceremoniously punch the button that seals the door behind you on the lift’s panel. 

His visit to Triage in the medical wing can wait.

Rooster thanks every star in the galaxy he’s got his helmet on. It hides his discomfort. Or so he thinks.

You can feel it radiating off him in waves.

It’s been this way for the last month.

“You’re mad at me.”

Suddenly, Rooster’s mouth goes dry. Are you really doing this? Right now? Here? He -- nine hells, he doesn’t want to shove you out of the way to run from this conversation but boy is he’s close...

“Rooster.”

“I’m --” a broken sigh, some that’s tied between irriation and anger, “I have to see Triage.”

Something akin to disapointment -- an icier variation pointed with anger -- rises to adorn the planes of your usually kind looking face. Rooster misses it the moment the expression is gone. In a twisted way, you’re still gut-wrenchingly beautiful and terribly his type but...

Now, you’re mad with him.

“Fine.”

Son of a bitch, this -- this isn’t what he meant to happen. But, this isn’t the time nor place nor... nor thing he needs to be talking about with you in a lift at ten o’ clock at night after a two day mission. 

Rooster is almost upset when you step aside. 

He just... stands there. And blinks.

You can’t see any of it. In fact, you’ve wrapped your arms so tightly around yourself Rooster would think you’re trying to keep yourself from crawling out of your skin if he didn’t know any better. The look on your face is one that makes him feel like you’re two beats from crying and --

Shit. 

“I’m not mad at you.”

You look up at the cold visor that moves to stand between the open doors.

“I just have... a lot on my mind.”

That does fuck all to ease any sort of hurt tighetning in your throat and it shows.

 Rooster curses under his breathe. He’s.... not good at this. Not when -- not when Triage is calling his name over his shoulder and Rooster lets his hand slip from the frame of the doors. 

They close a breath later, and Rooster tries to ignore the fact he’d caught you wiping away a tear as the durasteel doors slide closed and the elevator plunges to the barracks. 

“Everything okay?” Triage asks, a hand on the trooper’s shoulder.

Rooster just nods. Because what the fuck else is he supposed to say?

[whirlybirbs]

@jomullein​ submitted:

hi since we’re talking about bone picked teeth

HOLY FUCKING SHIT 

[whirlybirbs]

@jomullein​ submitted:

and here’s fennec 🥺 with some artistic leeway