#legends of tomorrow poster

[lands-of-fantasy]

DC’s Legends of Tomorrow (2016-2022)

[4pondsinabox]

I was at a small Comicon in town yesterday and browsing through a booth with tons of fandom posters which included some from Legends of Tomorrow which got me !!!! at first but they were all from season 1 and if I’m going to display something from Legends in my room it would have to be something that really captures the spirit of the show in later seasons like… the Tarazis… Princess Astra… human Gideon and the crew… Beebo… literally anything from the reality television episode… just to name a few

[shiny-jr]

I’ve just had a vision, what if a yan (e.g riddle or vil because they are most princess-ish) was a trapped in a castle away like in one of those stereotypical fairy tales and the reader decides to save them because they are a ‘damsel in distress’ and reader is like a hero… only to realise there is a reason why they were locked away (because they were batshit crazy)

Warning: Yandere. Gender-neutral reader.

Characters: Vil Schoenheit.

Summary: You are a thief with freshly stolen goods. Chased and hunted down, you avoid capture by finding a castle hidden in gloom and fog. Locals told legends of this place, saying a royal had been trapped within. Of course, you don't quite believe such tall tales. That is, until you discover the royal and learned that they were purposefully sealed inside...

Note: I think I'll call this one, not your valiant savior. It's just a placeholder name for now. Just a quick post, so sorry if it's bad.

It was too easy. What did they expect when they left out a priceless object owned by the royal family and estimated to be worth a fortune? Of course a famed thief on the loose such as yourself, would just be itching to snatch the relic. And snatch you did, living up to your reputation of thief. Each member having unique abilities to assist in stealing. Your mother had speed to outrun anyone in a chase, your grandfather had the talent of picking any locks, your great-grandmother could sweet-talk anyone then rob them blind. And so on and so forth.

And of course, you had your own talent. As quiet as a mouse and with fingers that stuck to valuables like glue, stealing became like second nature. Literally. However, it wasn't exactly a talent valued by the wider community, and if you stole enough you could end up on terribly drawn wanted posters. Which is why staying in one place wasn't wise.

From place to place, you went taking and claiming anything of worth. When you got very low on cash, you set your sights high: on the vault that stored the royal's priceless treasures. There was bound to be endless riches stored within, if only you could get your grubby hands on them. Well, after careful planning, you had. It wasn't a giant gem or sack full of gold.

Time was short, so you had grabbed the closest thing you could before guards could find you. A golden box encrusted with jewels. Who knew what was inside? Maybe some family heirloom, a magical artifact, or something else of high value. And with the box, you bolted, and the chase had begun out of the city and through the woods.

As fast as you could, you ran through the mystic woods, a forrest travelers and locals alike were all wary of. It was the safest place you could go when chased by frightening palace guards on horseback that would do anything to take back what you stole and drag you back to the gallows. Even the woods heavy with fog and dark from the clouds overhead, had deterred your pursuers enough for you to slip out of their reach and deeper into the forrest where there was no way they would be able to track you. Here, you would have to wait until tomorrow and depart early. Then, you'd be home free and rich beyond your wildest dreams.

After what felt like hours of walking, you stumbled upon a bridge over a gloomy lake. In the middle, sat an old castle of gray stone and dark windows. A castle once said to hold a royal captive, but of course, you didn't believe such stories that were so old they were told to your own grandparents. This castle would be your sanctuary for the night. And maybe, just maybe, you'd clutch the jeweled box and dream of simpler times when you were told fairytales of locked away royals waiting for a savior.

The castle was exactly like those set in spooky tales, haunted by vengeful spirits and claimed by ghosts. It appeared abandoned, that much was obvious by the crumbling stone bridge and the battered old wooden doors that once protected the inhabitants.

Cautiously stepping over the splintered debris of the front door, you didn’t bother boarding it up since no one would be stupid enough to follow you inside.

There was wreckage and ruin everywhere. If you had to guess, whatever happened here, whether the people were driven away by conflict or time, it was followed by the destruction of time. Time with weather were likely all factors that led to the disarray of what was probably once a grand estate. Strangely enough, there was furniture and decor. Everything coated in dust and grime, but still here. Had people been too afraid to enter the grounds? There were so many valuables that could've been looted!

"I'll definitely have to come back here later." You scoff, turning over a few clothes or broken furniture with your foot to uncover possible hidden goodies. Maybe something as small but valuable as a ring was lost somewhere on the ground.

Proceeding to carry the golden box under your arm, you decide to search for the cleaniest, not-so-moldy room where you could spend the night. On the third floor halls, you see ripped curtains and frames where portraits loosely hung. Every rug was brown with dirt and dust.

There were items left behind, which showcased the life one led here. A piano too big to steal, the skeleton of a chandelier and broken gems hanging from its limbs, empty glass perfume bottles now filled with dust. The place must've been wondrous once, but now it was like a tomb. A setting frozen in time.

When you found moonlight filtering through the open balcony of what looked to be the master bedroom, you paused to see the space wrecked more than the others. As if more than just weather and time had affected this place. The owner of this castle likely slept in this very room, on that very bed where the sheets were ruffled and unkempt.

"I wonder who used to live here..." You murmur to no one in particular, as you approach the balcony looking over the bridge and woods. This would be a good vantage point.

A heavy fog settled over the woods, extending over the bridge like water. Good, an extra layer for cover. You stepped back into the room, analyzing every carved piece of wooden furniture, makeup and brushes stored on tabletops, a separate room as long as a hallway and filled with all types of articles of clothing.

If all this was still here, then was it possible some jewelry was left behind? You scoured the room, looking for hidden compartments while murmuring to yourself to fill the ominous silence. As you pulled back a curtain against a wall, you furrowed your eyebrows when you saw an uneven lump underneath the wallpaper.

Could this be handle leading to a vault of treasures? With that in mind, you ripped off the old wallpaper. A glimmer of gold made your heart soar with hope, but when you caught sight of your reflection, you stopped and stared. A mirror. It was a large mirror, oval shaped, with golden borders so intricately decorated. However, when a hand suddenly appeared on the other side of the mirror, like a ghostly apparition, you screamed and stumbled back.

A hand– there was a hand in the mirror! You stared with widened eyes full of shock, as the hand pressed its palm against the surface of the glass. You couldn't see anything else, no one behind the hand. After a second, the slim pale hand delicately pointed a long dainty finger at the box you were holding in a vice grip.

"What...? This? You want this? But..."

You had worked hard to procure this golden box from the royals. Pursing your lips, you contemplated your options, with so many questions running rampant in your mind. What was that thing? A magic mirror? A magic mirror would be priceless, much more valuable than any gold. However, if it was magic, it would be tricky. Possibly even sentient. So you'd have to gain its favor.

"Alright, alright, the box. You know, I went through hell trying to get this."

You informed the mirror, unsure if it even understood you. You carefully set down the heavy box in front of the mirror, and watch as the hand made a motion with its fingers.

Click!

It had unlocked the box, without even a key or tool. A grin broke out on your face. Had it done it for you? Apparently not, because the box opened on its own and a heavy thick tome floated out from it and into the air. The hand beckoned the tome closer, and closer it came, until it was literally phasing through the glass.

"Hey! Wait––"

The glass shattered, the sound booming and ringing out in the silence like an explosion. You only had a second to react, instinctually using your arms to shield your face from the glass flying out in every direction. When it stopped, you looked around. The mattress was shredded, the curtains torn to shreds, wooden furniture cut as if done by an axe, but miraculously you were somehow unharmed.

A breath, not of your own, caught your attention. Your eyes darted over to the now broken mirror, awestruck at the vision of a figure stepping over broken glass. They were beautiful, gorgeous, stunning, more than any words could convey. Their hair like gold and eyes an alluring shade of purple like two amethyst stones, soft pink lips, and a tall slim pale figure clothed in odd robes. For a moment, whoever this person was, appeared disoriented for a brief moment, but they clutched the tome like a lifeline. The tome that came from the box you had stolen.

"Thank you––"

He breathed, his voice quiet as he attempted to stand tall and upright. When his legs nearly gave out beneath him, you were there to catch his hand and prevent him from falling as he looked at you with appreciation. You were just stunned, bewildered, in pure disbelief.

"You... You freed me. You returned my stolen tome...!"

He exclaimed in disbelief, as he restored his posture. Somehow, he was able to stand in heels, but heels were currently one of the least important details.

What did he mean freed?

There was no time to ask any questions. The loud sound of the shattering must've alerted any of your pursuers that had followed you thus far, because from the balcony you could make out the torchlights weaving their way directly towards the bridge.

The mysterious man from the mirror took notice of your expression of dismay as he glanced at the distant torchlights. Smoothing out his robes, he looked back at you and took in your expression. "Enemies of yours?"

"Yes..." You nod slowly.

"Now that just won't do. I can't have anyone harming, or even killing my savior. I've yet to even learn your name." Tapping some well-manicured fingers against the spine of the tome, he appeared to contemplate something. When he stopped tapping his fingers, he smiled so sweetly. "I am Vil Schoenheit, prince and prodigy. Here's my proposition to you, my savior: I will destroy your enemies for a small price. You must tell me your name, and I will grant you my protection."

Of course you gave him your name, and almost immediately you saw the fog below turn an odd color. The torchlights flickered out, you no longer heard their encouraged shouts to move forward but instead their screams echoing in the dark woods. All after Vil murmured a few words in a foreign tongue read from his tome, as he continued to gaze at your intently. What exactly was he to cause so much death in a single instant with hardly any effort...? And you were stuck in this abandoned castle with him.

The prince had no plans to abandon you, he's made that much clear when you attempted to casually part ways after thanking him for getting rid of your pursuers. Stay. I can make it worth your while. Once I reach my former glory, you'll be able to bask in it with me. Is what he said as you swore you heard the front of the castle be sealed shut.

The entire time he looked around the castle with disdain, cross as he complained about the state of his home. While helping him clean up some rooms, he told you more about himself. Vil was a prince who once lived in this castle, set to inherent the throne shortly after the death of his father. However, he was widely feared due to being a prodigy in dark magics and genius at brewing concoctions. For attempting to steal the life of a younger kinder foreign prince who specialized in good magic, he was trapped in a mirror with his tome being the only key to grant him freedom.

Vil actually appeared to be much too fond of you, which you attributed to his isolation. If you were imprisoned all alone in a mirror for centuries, you likely would've gone insane. It was a miracle Vil's mind was intact, but maybe he wasn't there entirely. Because what sane person killed people with the snap of their fingers while smiling so kindly at the one who set him free?

Pridefully he listed off his feats and accomplishments. Living prodigy. Most beautiful man in the land. Prince of the land. It felt too much like flaunting, as he wanted you to realize how truly great he was. He replaced your clothes with his own, and while combing your hair he reminded you that what's rightfully his will be returned to him one day, and you would be there beside him that day.

The crown was what he wanted, a crown he believed was stolen from him and passed down to the descendants of the very good prince he attempted to kill. He spoke of a future in the castle restored to its former glory, where citizens would be loyal to him once again, and those that wronged him will receive a fate worse than death. Positions were open for applying once he became king, he told you one day. He was still searching for a vassal, a knight, a jester, or a partner to wear a crown as well.

Was it the isolation that had driven him to become so attached to the one who set him free? It was possible, but you couldn't even be sure. For all you knew, he could've been like this before he became trapped in the mirror. What mattered now was that he did not make any effort to hide his attraction towards you. Vil was offering a thief all the riches he would attain after his plan for vengeance, and his heart in a golden box.

"Keep the knives I gifted you, although I doubt you'll have to resort to lifting a finger. Just allow me to handle it when the time comes. I want to extract vengeance slowly and painfully, make them hurt just as they did to me... And at the end of the day, you will be there, you little thief who stole my affections, to comfort me and drive away those memories of cold lonely centuries in darkness. You'll be there for me, won't you, my valiant savior?"

[thebeast-dennis-etcetera]

Man, Myth, Legend

You waited and waited and waited some more until Jethro’s voicemail began playing.

“He thinks he’s so clever,” you grumbled to yourself as you sent him a text. Not like he would respond back but at least your two cents was thrown in there.

It was bad enough he made you stay behind with Tony instead of joining him, Ziva and McGee to his HOMETOWN. But now he wants to ignore your calls too? Granted, the calls would have only been you pestering him with all kinds of questions but nevertheless, he should still pick up the phone. What if you were in danger?!

“C’mon Probie. Let’s see if Abby has anything for us,” DiNozzo stated while walking by.

You locked your phone and huffed in annoyance before joining him in the elevator.

“You can stop calling me that Tony. I’ve been working with you guys for like a year now.”

“I know. But I just love how much it bugs you.”

You rolled your eyes at his teasing and followed after him once the doors opened.

Abby gave you two the rundown on the blood analysis before McGee’s face popped up on her screen.

“Gibbs has a father!”

You ran over with Tony while they gave all of you the much needed info on the Gibbses. Jethro had told you he grew up in Stillwater and wasn’t exactly the towns poster child but he never really spoke more than that, let alone about his father.

“I’m coming. I’m leaving,” Tony stuttered.

“Well you’re not going without me,” you added.

“Not unless you’ve found a way that people in town might have thought Ethan LaCombe was alive,” McGee answered right back.”

————

You and Tony sat in the Bullpen, throwing different questions each others way as you wanted for your next orders.

“So do you think he like got ran out of town and that’s why he hasn’t been back?” Tony asked, tapping a pen against his mouth in thought.

“I don’t know but I wouldn’t put it past him if it were true. Do you think his high school girlfriends still live there?”

Tony gave you a puzzled look which you quickly defended.

“I mean I’m just curious since most small town people don’t really move out past their county.”

“I doubt he’s dinner dating with any of his past flings probie. Plus, how is it you don’t know anything about Gibb’s past but you two are together?”

“You know he doesn’t talk much. Especially about his past. It was like pulling teeth when I asked him where he was born!”

As if his ears were burning, your phone began ringing as Jethro’s face popped up on your screen. Making a face for Tony to be quiet, you answered.

“Oh, look at that, you know how to call people all of a sudden.”

“I was busy. Talking with people,” he justified.

“People like your dad? Or the townspeople? McGee said you’re already ruffling feathers.”

“Well McGee needs to stop gossiping. I talked with Chad Winslow and his family. They’re hiding something. I want you and DiNozzo to get a search warrant together for blood samples and financial records.”

“Uh. A please would be nice.”

“Please. Honey,” he charmed, making you smile like a school girl. You’d do anything for him if he added those words afterwards.

“Much better. I’m assuming you won’t be home tonight?”

“No. We’ve got a lot of work to do here and I don’t see anyone being cooperative any time soon.”

You silently pouted but Jethro knew you like the back of his hand.

“Don’t pout. You, Abby and DiNozzo can come tomorrow afternoon. We’ll need help executing those warrants once they’re approved and Abby will need to examine the blood quickly.”

You beamed with excitement, catching Tony’s attention. You both said your goodbyes and Tony came over to give you a high five.

“I’m driving though. You suck at obeying the speed limit,” he established.

“That doesn’t count! Baskin Robbin’s was closing in 10 minutes and you encouraged me!”

————

We pulled up to the scene of the crime as smoke was still slowly coming from the wreckage. Thank God no one was in the car when it exploded. Jethro hasn’t even been in town more than 2 days and people are already trying to blow him up!

You gave McGee and Ziva a greeting before following Tony in the little store. It was stuffy and warm but the place was cute with all the natural lighting and small town vibes.

You and Tony saw an older man standing behind the register whom you could only assume was Jethro’s dad based on the eyes.

Just as Tony went to introduce himself, Jethro came from the back and interrupted. As they both talked, you made your way over to the counter.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.”

“Jackson Gibbs. Leroy told me about you but he left out just how stunning you were,” he flirted as you two shook hands.

“I see where Jethro gets his charm from.” you two chuckled together before Jethro came over looking displeased.

We took the rental to Jackson’s house as he led us to the garage where the most beautiful Dodge Charger sat.

“That’s right. I said we.”

You hopped in the backseat as Jethro peeled out onto the street like a bat out of hell, passing the shocked faces of the team and sporting the biggest grin on his face.

At the Winslow house, Jethro advised you to stay behind with Senior.

“Fine by me. Someone’s got to tell me what the great Leroy Jethro Gibbs was like as a kid,” you jested as he rolled his eyes and shook his head.

You sat on the porch steps with Jackson as he started the conversation first.

“I’m glad Leroy found someone again. You know after Shannon and Kelly, I thought he’d never find love again. But you seem to make him happy.”

“I try. And he makes me happy. It hasn’t been years but I think we’re good for each other.”

“I just don’t understand how you two even came about. Someone like you, so beautiful and elegant should be dating someone similar. Like that DiNozzo guy.”

You laughed at the thought of you and Tony together.

“Jethro is much more sensitive and approachable than people think. And Tony? No, he’s far too..rockstar for me. Jethro just has that personality that grounds you and uplifts you at the same time. I’ve never felt it with anyone before.”

“Spoken like someone truly in love,” he stated with a smile.

You blushed at the thought and you two continued talking until it was time to leave.

Back at the store, McGee and Abby went over their findings as you stood next to Jethro, your hand brushing against his. You saw a small smirk appear on his face as he listened.

It wasn’t long before you guys had enough evidence to arrest Nick Kingston and his 2 accomplices and telling the awkward news of Ethan being Emily’s brother. You all stayed the night at Jackson’s place as he told you all stories of his great adventures before leaving the next morning.

“You’ve got a good one here Leroy. Don’t let her go,” Jackson praised to his son as he looked at you.

“Oh I don’t plan on it.”

You gave Jackson a farewell hug as he gave the Charger keys to Jethro and stuck your tongue out at Tony when you were the chosen passenger.

In the car, you pulled him in for a kiss and smiled. “I like your dad. We should come see him again soon.”

Jethro just shook his head and smiled before driving off.

[captainhannie13]

Agatha All Along rewatch ahead of the finale tomorrow, noting things I’m hoping are resolved/called back. This is a long list so I’m definitely reaching with most of these, but I have Agatha brainrot and need to get it out. Let’s go witches 🔮

Episode 1

Agatha (still under the spell) asks Rio what she’s doing there, she answers “my job”, she’s still an “FBI agent” at this point but is it a double meaning and she brought Wanda’s body on a detour to Agatha?? If so, was it because she just couldn’t wait to get to Agatha or so Agatha could get revenge on Wanda??

Nicholas’ room had a trophy for “best vocals” in a children’s choir, is that the spell’s translation for him being powerful and maybe Agatha accidentally drained his power somehow?

So.Many.Rabbits! There’s just so many, I need to know what’s going on there - did Nicholas’ soul get sent into Senor Scratchy after Rio took his body, if not will we see how Agatha obtained Senor Scratchy and why rabbits are so important to her?

In the morgue, behind Rio, there is a warning sign which says the facility contains chemicals that can cause birth defects or reproductive harm - is this just a prop or is this how Agatha’s mind now sees Rio/magic?

Rio saying her black heart beats for Agatha, is it figurative or are we going to see her physical heart at some point because that would be so cool.

Episode 2

Agatha saying “whose shoes are these?!”, is this just her being dramatic or does she have a collection of other people’s shoes in her house for.. some.. reason.. souvenirs perhaps…

Agatha becomes visibly disinterested in Teen when he said Power is what he seeks because she can’t steal any from him, we know that she then gathers the other witches to try and steal their magic before they actually open the door, then she ends up accidentally (or not?) taking Alice’s power. Going into the last 2 eps she is on the road with Billy who has power and Jen who is/was bound, Lilia says Jen is “the way forward” so will Agatha end up giving her powers to Jen as an end to her arc or end up stealing Billy’s powers as would be expected from her?

Jen saying “another child sacrifice”, possibly about Agatha accidentally killing Nicholas, or about her stealing children for Rio?

The coven’s green witch being represented with a black heart, who could either be Rio (THE green witch) or Billy (a green witch as in a new witch). Need this to be confirmed so badddd.

The Wizard of Oz of it all when Agatha calls them Coward (Lilia - courage: she’s been afraid to use her powers and join a coven again but she has been strong for so many years dealing with her powers unpredictability), Fraud (Jen - brain: her magic is bound but she needs to realise she still has powerful knowledge of the craft), Disappointment (Alice - heart: had given up on magic and needed to realise her mother used her power and love to protect her.). In later episodes it shows that Billy has a posters of the wizard of oz, a figurine of the wicked witch, then Agatha is dressed as the wicked witch at one point. Obsessed and I can’t wait for them to reveal who the man (or woman) behind the curtain is, I know there’s theories about Billy or Agatha creating the road and I’m fully down for whatever the reveal is.

Episode 3

Billy says the road is exactly how he pictured it, Agatha says it suits him… I may be in the camp of the theory that Agatha and Rio made up the legend of the witches road to steal magic/bodies and Billy has accidentally (or on purpose) made the road they are on.

Agatha tells Jen she left her alone because the work she was doing was important, can’t wait to see what she was working on and why Lilia also insists she is the way forward.

Episode 4

Agatha saying “I didn’t know you had it in you” and then winking at Billy, is this aimed towards him or is she just being silly goofy snd Rio managed to reach through and kill Sharon somehow

Agatha says the lyrics of the ballad are “burn and brew with coven two and glory shall be thine”, leading to a disagreement about the wording of the song. This is to highlight that there are different versions of the ballad, but if Agatha learned a version where a coven of two can open the road and then shortly after she says one other witch made it through with her last time- who was the other witch and what did they each get for surviving to the end of the road…

Billy saying he wishes they could go home.. unbelievably Dorothy coded over here.

When they are figuring out how to break the curse, Agatha asks what Lorna Wu wanted from the road and Rio says “to save her daughter”. Does she know this because she met Lorna Wu or guess from experience with Agatha?

At the end, Jen mentions she was a midwife and her magic was bound after being invited to an obstetricians convention and tricked. Was her important work something to do with helping witches give birth to healthy children and someone wanted to put a stop to it?

Episode 5

Evanora says Agatha was evil from the moment she was born, I hope we get to see why she thinks that

The spirit (possibly Rio/Death) wanted them to punish Agatha, then she starts taking Alice’s power and only stops when Billy says “Nicholas Scratch” was the punishment that Agatha wasn’t able to speak to him or was it the reminder of how he died? We hear him say “mama stop” but is that him saying to stop taking Alice’s power, or a memory of when she took his power?

Episode 6

William’s room has 3 posters above his bed: Alice in Wonderland, The Wizard of Oz, The Black Cauldron. We also see how he has connections to Lilia, Alice, and Jen in this episode - are they going to do an “it was all a dream” thing but then reveal that actually it was real after all?

William’s room also has loads of other things that could suggest Billy created the road physically/mentally: Wizard of Oz figurines/books, Houdini posters, a poster of Assateague Island (could be where Jen’s trial is based on), lots of board games (such as in Agatha’s trial). When he is later William/Billy additional things are a vinyl player and poster of Lorna Wu (Alice’s trial), tarot cards and studies of sigils (Lilia’s trial), horror movie posters in place of the original ones, there’s still at least one Wizard of Oz poster so maybe that’s suggesting William is still in there as well.

Episode 7

Agatha and Billy are dressed as the Wicked Witch and Maleficent, William’s room had lots of items depicting the Wizard of Oz and also a Black Cauldron poster. Billy pulls the seven of swords for Agatha which represents deception and betrayal, but it’s reversed which either means it’s saying that she’s actually being honest or that he is the deceptive one. In the Black Cauldron, the horned king wants to raise the dead - does this mean Billy (who is now dressed as a horned witch) is being deceptive and isn’t there for Tommy but actually wants to bring Wanda back after all?

It’s not something that I need answered but at 18:54 I noticed Jen is holding an apple while she’s dressed as the Evil Queen and I just really appreciate that haha.

Cried at the end of this episode again, I can’t decide if I need them to reveal that Lilia is actually alive and okay or if it’s more respectful to her character to leave it as that beautiful ending for her.

Final thoughts:

Suspicious of both Agatha and Billy, secretly hoping at least one of them turns out to be traitorous because of how fun it would be. Maybe we’ll get an “Agatha All Along” reprise.

Really hope we get at least one more version of the ballad, maybe like the first version created.

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[longwuzhere]

Some cool Easter eggs I caught watching My Adventures with Superman that I want to show to people so they can be in on it with comic book readers: For the first episode's Easter eggs it's here

For the second episode's Easter eggs it's here

For the third episode's Easter eggs it's here

For the fourth episode's Easter eggs it's here

For the sixth episode's Easter eggs it's here

For the seventh episode's Easter eggs it's here and here

For the eighth episode's Easter eggs post it's here

For the ninth episode's Easter eggs post it's here

For the tenth episode's Easter eggs post it's here

My Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman comic issue 1 post is here

My Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman comic issue 2 post is here

My Easter eggs and references for My Adventures with Superman comic issue 3 post is here

SPOILERS if you haven't seen this week's episode obviously

We start off the episode with this shot of Superman with the drawn on glasses. A good homage to what Lois did in the 1980 Superman II movie...

where she not only drew the glasses but also a full suit and hat on a picture of Superman.

Next we see Jimmy waking up and seeing someone debunking his conspiracy theories on Sub-Diego.

Sub Diego was an actual place in the DC universe before the New 52 reboot. In Aquaman #15 and #16 (2003) , shown here (W: Will Pfeifer, P: Patrick Gleason, I: Christian Alamy, C: Nathan Eyring, L: Jared K. Fletcher for issue 15, Nick Napolitano for issue 16). The underwater city is actually San Diego, but is buried underwater thanks to a tidal wave and makes its first appearance in Aquaman #15 (2003). There was a lot of casualties from this.

When we get to our title its "You Will Believe A Man Can Lie" a reference to the tagline for the 1978 Superman movie.

As seen here on the poster, it says "You'll believe a man can fly".

Next we see our villain, well one of the villains, for the episode, Heatwave.

In the comics Heatwave makes his first appearance in Flash 140 (1963) (cover art by Carmine Infantino, Murphy Anderson, and Ira Schnapp). Heatwave aka Mick Rory is a Flash rogue usually acting as a rival to Captain Cold aka Leonard Snart. In MAwS, their Heatwave shares the same last name and powers, but MAwS Heatwave is gender flipped. You might have seen Heatwave in the CW DC comics shows where he is played by Dominic Purcell in The Flash and Legends of Tomorrow.

Lois, later in the episode, name drops Heatwave's name. Gotta be honest when Heatwave showed up I was like is that Rampage? Cuz the MAwS design looks vaguely like Rampage.

If she does show up in MAwS, I'll talk more about her in another post, but for now, Rampage aka Karen Lou "Kitty" Faulkner, makes her first appearance in Superman #7 (1987) (full page here: W&P: John Byrne, I: Karl Kesel, C: Tom Ziuko, L: John Costanza).

Steve drags Jimmy to film his debunking Flamebird videos and references Starro who I talked about here.

Lois, later runs around with the Daily Planet police scanner trying to catch Superman and the dispatcher reports that a robbery is in progress at McGuinness Luxe Garage.

This is a nice reference to Ed McGuinness who was the artist for Superman, Action Comics, and Superman/Batman in the early 2000s. If you've seen Superman/Batman: Public Enemies, then you'll know the movie takes inspiration from his character designs in the first arc of the Superman/Batman comic series. The Superman/Batman #1 (2003) cover here is done by Ed McGuinness, Dexter Vines, and Dave Stewart. I like Ed McGuinness's pencils, very stylized.

Heatwave name drops Livewire and the Gazzo mod family. Both of whom I've talked about here and here respectively

Heatwave has been running away from Deathstroke here who has been taking our her crew. Notice that Slade Wilson doesn't have the half black half orange helmet yet that almost every Deathstroke depiction always has.

He, Amanda Waller, and the General who I totally think is General Sam Lane, Lois's dad, are fans of DBZ cuz of the scouters they're wearing.

Later in the scene we see the General again he's totally General Sam Lane. I'll talk more about him when we get a double confirmation through a name drop/reveal in a later post calling Amanda Waller, Mandy. What a fucking bold thing to say to Waller! Like damn! power move right there!

Superman and Deathstroke are fighting under a highway and we see the traffic is heading to Bludhaven!

Very good reference to my favorite character in all of pop culture, Dick Grayson aka Nightwing. Nightwing makes Bludhaven his city to protect. The city makes its first appearance in Nightwing #1 (1996) (the panel here - W: Chuck Dixon, P: Scott McDaniel, I: Karl Story, C: Roberta Tewes, L: John Costanza). Fun Bludhaven fact, its crime rate is WORST than Gotham! Also HIGHLY recommend reading the new Nightwing run cuz its fucking amazing! Won a few Eisner Awards (think the Oscars but for comic books) recently and I am not just saying that because I am a Dick Grayson fan.

Near the end of the episode, we see Lois willing to jump off a building to prove that Clark is Superman. A lot of discourse was happening online over this, but I do want to say this is pretty on brand for her to do.

In Superman II, Lois does something similar and Clark saves her. its just in MAwS, Clark flies to save her thus ruining the secret identity, while in Superman II, Clark does save her but he is still able to get away with it thanks to him playing it more subtly.

Don't know why people we're in such a fucking fit over something that Lois has done before.

In the after credits scene, Jimmy, who planned a sasquatch finding adventure with Lois and Clark, but they were dealing with their shit and Jimmy was by himself, decides to do the finding on his own and meets a giant gorilla. In the first episode Jimmy mentions an intelligent gorilla in France and my guess is this is Monsieur Mallah. You can read more about him here. If you made it this far down, I appreciate you taking the time to check this post out and if you want to see my other MAwS Easter Eggs posts - Episode 1 is here

Episode 2 is here

Episode 3 is here

Episode 4 is here

Episode 6 is here

Episode 7 is here and here

Episode 8 is here

Episode 9 is here

Episode 10 is here

My Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman comic issue 1 post is here

My Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman comic issue 2 post is here

My Easter eggs and references for My Adventures with Superman comic issue 3 post is here

[ginneke]

Flash Fiction Friday #273 - An Invisible Guest

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Halfway through writing this I'd forgotten the first word was 'invisible' and was remembering it as 'uninvited'. Both are true of the fic, haha.

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Echoes of Wisdom mini-fic, minor spoilers up to the 'Still Missing' quest and start of 'Lands of the Goddesses'.

Set in Kakariko Village.

Available on Ao3 and below the readmore.

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The cat watches Tri unerringly.

Zelda watches the cat, just as fascinated. She hasn't had this much of an opportunity to stop and observe things in a while. The last few weeks have been full-on — always running to the next task, the next rift — always looking over her shoulder to see whether the impostors had tracked her down and were sending soldiers after her. Now that her father and his advisors are free again, she can rest easier. She doesn't have to worry about the wanted posters put all around Hyrule Field. Just the volcano she has to climb tomorrow, and the mountains after that.

Kakariko Village is a quaint little place, though, and everyone here is so very kind. Even the cats are as welcoming as her own sweet kitten back at home. Zelda is used to kindness, of course — everyone in Castle Town is very nice to her, and she's met so many helpful people during her journey -- but a part of her still half expects to find an enemy Echo in amongst the people she meets, the way the voids have mimicked her father and his advisors and the silent swordsman...

There's been none of that here. Just cuccos flying the coop, errant cats, and a girl so desperate to dig up her hidden stash of rupees that she'd risk an allergic reaction. The world outside the castle really is strange. Zelda finds herself liking it.

The cat is still watching Tri. The cat's granny remains oblivious to Tri's presence. The old woman never fell into a rift, so she hasn't ever met Tri or one of Tri's friends.  The cat won't have fallen into a rift either, though, and that's curious. Zelda has to wonder why the cat can see her companion when most living creatures can't.

Maybe it would help if she was wearing the funny cat costume the girl from the shop had given her. Zelda can't change into it now — Granny's house is a single-room affair, so there's nothing to hide behind for long enough to change clothes. The wired headband is easy enough to slip on, though. The magic doesn't work quite so well without the full costume, but the ears work well enough to understand the cat's low grumble of confusion. Zelda wonders whether it'll let her say what she wants to.

Mrrow!

The cat sits up, still staring at Tri but with an ear half-cocked towards Zelda. 

Emboldened by Zelda's attempt at talking to it, Tri drifts a little closer to the cat despite its lashing tail and tries a friendly, 'Hello?'

Then Tri has to bounce out of the way as the cat makes a leap at them. The cat looks startled to have met with empty air. It sits back down, tail curling and uncurling around its legs, staring at the corner of the ceiling where Tri had taken refuge.

Zelda tries again. Mrrow?

Granny's head snaps up. "What is it, precious little fella — Oh! Was that you just now?" Her surprise fades rapidly; she laughs, belly-deep, loud enough to fill the room. "You've got a talent for mimicry going on there, miss. Why, it's almost like my little Patches has an echo!"

Zelda giggles a little nervously, and Tri chimes in: 'That is. How do you describe this feeling? It's funny.'

Zelda can't exactly respond, so she doesn't. "I have a cat too," she says instead, wrapping her hands aroung the cup of steaming tea the old lady had pressed on her almost as soon as she walked in through the door — "I like talking with her." Even if Jasmine was always more interested in catching a nap in a perfectly-formed sunbeam than she was responding to Zelda's attempts to miaow at her, or if she was happier feigning indifference whenever Zelda tried following her up to the balconies or parapets she favoured.

'Granny,' complains the cat, 'I don't like the gold thing. Make it go away.'

"Is something up there?" Granny peers at the ceiling. "Hmm... I can't see it. But I know you'll keep an eye on it for me, won't you, Patches?"

Patches makes a grumbling sound and pins Zelda with a grumpy green stare. 'You can see it,' he says. 'Make it go away! I don't want it in my house!'

Mrrow, Zelda replies. She doesn't think anyone can tell Tri what to do. And she wouldn't feel comfortable having Tri away for her for long.

'...Fine,' says Patches, though he doesn't sound fine about it. 'It can stay, but I'm not happy - Fish?'

Because Granny has just brought supper over to the table - a creamy fish soup (with scraps for Patches), and a curious baked custard studded with refreshing grapes - and they're all too busy eating to worry about Patches' dislike of the second, unexpected guest.

But as Granny brings Zelda an extra quilt to lay on her borrowed bed, she spots Tri still floating near the table - and Patches, curled up on Granny's chair, one green eye still open and tail slowly lashing.

Watching the invisible guest his Granny can't see, just in case.

[seth-whumps]

Whumperless Whump Event Day 4

Chronic pain - whumpee JJ - 1060 words

tw: chronic pain, discussions of nonconsensual cryofreeze

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JJ can't feel his hands.

That's not the worst of it. His shoulders aren't moving well, clicking and aching as the muscles hold the loose joints in place. He's had one bowl of dry cereal before collapsing back on the couch to fall in and out of sleep, where the fatigue wills it. His feet are swollen and red and they ache like hell on earth. All of which are incapacitating.

But none of that changes when he can't feel his hands. That's what scares him. That's the worst part. His fingers are white and numbed, all the warmth pulled out of them to cradle close to his heart.

Five years in a cryopod does that to people, he thinks. It's a bitter reassurance. There's nothing wrong with this situation. It happens all the time. It was basically prescribed when they thawed him–“Oh, at completely random times you'll be knocked out by your body rejecting the torture we submitted you to. Welcome back to the real world! Enjoy your stay!”–and the only changes to fix it have to happen when the pain starts. So, in modern terms? He's fine.

It still hurts, though.

Thankfully, he turned in the previous reports that morning. It takes at least a day or two to process. The flare-up won't calm down for a week or so, but he'll take any time to sit down and do nothing unnecessary.

He doesn't always get this reprieve. On the days he does, though, he won't turn it down.

The phone haphazardly shoved on his nightstand starts to ring. 

Oh, hell. Did they already review the papers? His shoulder protests the movement, but he swipes and holds the work phone to his ear. “Reporting.”

“Journey, this is Cavalry. Morrigan is requesting you.”

“Tell them to fuck off,” he says, and nearly slams down the phone. God, the robot won't leave him alone, will they?

“They say it's a good thing?” Cavalry's voice is hesitant, soft. She knows immediately what JJ's day has been like, so she's retreated a bit from her usual bright tone. “Something about a gift for you.”

“...fine. Tell ‘em to leave it at my door.”

“Copy that. And, Journey?”

“What.”

“I canceled your mission briefing tomorrow and postponed the new case until Thursday. Consider yourself on vacay.”

He can't help the laugh. “You know just what to say, don't you, Cav?”

“Get some sleep, hero.” Her smile is clear and bright. He can picture the crook in her bottom teeth. What did the Cages do to deserve her? “We'll see you in a few.”

The phone line disconnects, and the telltale sound of the signal shredding fills his tiny studio.

Ugh. Visitors.

He turns on his side and goes to sleep.

–

Someone is knocking on the door and he's going to cry.

He can't get up to see anyone. He can't let anyone see him in the first place, he's Journey, he's the hero of the city, a legend of unsolved proportions. His name is whispered in alleyways like a prayer, his image is on posters and in comic books, he is what he read about as a kid in South Dakota. 

He can't ruin that image. But he also can't move. And he's crying. That's helpful.

“Jace?”

JJ would yell, shout some “get off my lawn” comment, but if he opened his mouth to speak, he'd probably end up sobbing. So he curls up deeper and feels the pain take root far beneath his skin, so white hot it feels like ice all over again, and lets his tears stain the pillow.

“Jace, are you alright?” It's Morrigan. Of course it's Morrigan. They went on two missions together and suddenly they won't stop showing up. “I can hear you. Are you–”

Fuck. He forgot about their hearing.

“–Crying?”

“No,” he says. It's muffled in his blankets. It's shaky and pathetic.

“That was entirely unconvincing. I'm coming in.”

Before he can protest, the door is open, like the lock didn't even exist. And he's splayed out on his bed in his messy studio apartment and he's crying.

God, what kind of mess does he look?

Morrigan is beside him too quickly. They've dropped something, it thuds on the floor, but they're already looking him over with an incredibly serious look in their eyes. “What happened? Who hurt you?”

JJ tries to laugh, but he's not quite done crying yet, so it comes out more like a sob. “Same people as usual.”

“Wait. Jaxon and his gang came after you? Did they–”

“No, you fucking tin can.” He looks up at their face, and softens. Even androids can look anxious and concerned, apparently. “Same people who always hurt us. The head honchos. Mission riggers. The ones who send us to our death like it's no sweat off their backs. Being a hero was so much easier back when they didn't have fucking bureaucracy.”

He turns away and hisses at the popping in his shoulders, curling up tighter. “It's fine. I'm fine. Just give me a day to be miserable.”

Morrigan's weight is gentle on the bed. He doesn't remember ever inviting them in. They just showed up and never left. “...Jace, are you touch-averse?”

“Uh. Bless you? The fuck?”

“I'm asking if I can touch you.”

JJ scoffs. “Jesus. Take me to dinner first. You break into my house one time, and now you live here, I guess. I don't give a shit.” 

A cold hand rests on his shoulder. And slowly, gently, begins to massage the muscles.

He can feel himself melt. Shifting to stretch out against the pain, Morrigan works their thumb carefully into his shoulder blades, delts, even down his spine and up on his neck. Their hands are deft, precise, unyielding.

JJ can't help it when his eyes flutter shut.

“You can go to sleep. I'm not going to hurt you, unless it's working a particularly tough knot in your shoulders. You're built like a brick wall, I think the term is?”

“Brick house,” he corrects, mumbling. “Don't kill me in my sleep.”

“We've gone over this. I'm here to help.”

JJ lets himself slip closer to sleep, further from the ache. He can feel his hands, warmer against his chest.

Distantly, he makes a mental note to give Morrigan a key next time. 

He's asleep not long after.

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ah. trust takes time. and a little glimpse into JJ's more hopeless side (he needs a hug)

[claraxbarton]

One of these days

I'm going to wake up and NOT write 2k+ words of something stupid and filthy.

Today is NOT that day.

That said, tomorrow probably will be. And next week work starts back for real, so I will probably only be updating 1 or 2 things a week for the next while (not including Midnight Legends, that will get weekly updates).

[lands-of-fantasy]

DC’s Legends of Tomorrow in posters

Season 1

S1 Character Poster

Season 2

Invasion!

Season 3

Crisis on Earth X

Season 4

Season 5

Crisis on Infinite Earths

S5 Character Poster

DC x CW Character Poster

Season 6

Season 7

Bonus: The Flash: Armageddon

[moxx-n-angel]

Ok so you know how in Yo-Kai Watch we never get a Hovernyan backstory? Well I made one, and then that evolved into an entire questline for YKW 3. Really long post warning lmao.

After the main story, once you clear the Terminyator quest as Nate, you have to have Illoo, Alloo, and Elloo in your Medalium. When you eventually go to your bedroom in Springdale, Hovernyan is waiting for you. He says that you remind him of himself when he was alive, and Whisper inquiries on what he was like. However, Hovernyan can't recall. He says that there's a forest in Breezy Hills, called Windy Woods, that he remembers being a big part of his story. He says there should be Yo-Kai there that can tell you about legends and, possibly, what he was like. This starts the "Wind-blown Memories" mystery questline.

Go to the left side of the road that wraps around Shoten Temple. There is now an opening that leads to Windy Woods. Talk to the 3 Yo-Kai NPCs in there and you will get information.

One will state that there roams a beast, deep in the woods, that will kill anyone who dares trespass. Another one recalls the sounds of footsteps running from a big shadow, many years ago. The last one claims that there was a boy in here once, but nobody knows what had happened to his body.

Hovernyan will be waiting outside the woods, and after you tell him the info, he exclaims that he remembers the monster. He says to come back tomorrow to help him defeat the beast.

When you go to bed, Illoo, Alloo, and Elloo spawn in, initiating a cutscene. They all wave their sticks in the air, creating a red fog that engulfs the screen. It cuts to a black "loading" screen.

When the screen finally shows, it pans to a boy and a cat attacking a well-worn tree in what looks like older times. The boy's mother calls for him. "Joseph, it's going to rain soon! Come inside!" Joseph, who we now know is the boy, looks at the cat and scoops him up. "Come on, Moxie. Let's go. We can train more tomorrow..." He sounds disappointed.

The camera fades to black and opens on a bedroom. It's pretty barren, aside from a cot and a Moximous Mask poster. Joseph sighs as he looks at the poster, then turns to Moxie, the cat. "We need to fight stronger things if we want to be like him," he says. "...hey, I heard there's a strong enemy in those woods out near the temple. We should go defeat it." Moxie lets out a soft meow of approval. "We'll go tonight, when Mom is asleep."

The camera cuts to black once again, and then another cutscene plays with Joseph sitting on his cot. He picks up Moxie and puts her in a makeshift backpack before standing up. "Ready?" he says. The cat nods and the player gains control of Joseph. You can explore a little, but your goal is to get to the Windy Woods.

Once you reach the woods and step inside, you are tasked with walking in further. A cutscene then plays with Joseph walking through these dark woods, and a shadowy figure beckoning to him from deeper in. He follows it deeper and deeper, and as he stops to look for it, is instantly hit by a large hand. Moxie jumps out of the backpack to try and save Joseph, but it was too late. They were both knocked back into a tree, and were dying. The monster, a huge squirrell-deer like Yo-Kai, growls and walks away.

A voice acted scene plays out. With his last dying breaths, Joseph reaches over to Moxie, scoops her up in his arms, and whispers: "In life... or in death... you will always be my hero." Tears fall down his face as his last breath escapes his lungs, and they lie lifeless. Their bodies disappear and are replace by Hovernyan and a new Yo-Kai, Meowxie.

Nate wakes up in a sweat after this dream, and it seems as if Whisper and Jibanyan had the same one, too. They tell Hovernyan everything, and he sighs and gets even angrier at this monster.

As you go into the woods, deeper and deeper, you find the monster Yo-Kai, and initiate a boss battle with it. After defeating it, you can go into a cave area that hosts Meowxie inside of it. Hovernyan and Meowxie have a heartfelt reunion, and you get Meowxie's medal. This ends the questline, and the "Mystery Solved!" cutscene plays.

The reward for beating it other than tears? A Moximous Mask poster and a special item for Meowxie, the Heroic Collar, which increases her SPD by +30 and ATK by +50. Meowxie is an A-Rank Yo-Kai from the Brave Tribe, with a decent spread more focused on damage and the ability Moxie.

[brokehorrorfan]

Mondo will release The Teas Chain Saw Massacre by Graham Humphreys and The Legend of the 7 Golden Vampires by Robert Sammelin tomorrow, June 15, at 12pm EST.

The Texas Chain Saw Massacre is a 24x36 screen print, limited to 245, for 60. The Legend of the 7 Golden Vampires is a 24x36 screen print, limited to 265, for $60. The posters debuted at Texas Frightmare Weekend, so remaining quantities are extremely limited.

[fearsmagazine]

EVIL DEAD RISE - Poster

The poster release in advance of the trailer coming tomorrow...

New Line Cinema and Renaissance Pictures present a return to the iconic horror franchise, “Evil Dead Rise,” from writer/director Lee Cronin (“The Hole in the Ground”). The movie stars Lily Sullivan (“I Met a Girl,” “Barkskins”), Alyssa Sutherland (“The Mist,” “Vikings”), Morgan Davies (“Storm Boy,” “The End”), Gabrielle Echols (“Reminiscence”) and introducing Nell Fisher (“Northspur”).

LILY SULLIVAN as Beth in New Line Cinema’s horror film “EVIL DEAD RISE,” a Warner Bros. Pictures release. EVIL DEAD RISE Courtesy of Warner Bros. Pictures

Moving the action out of the woods and into the city, “Evil Dead Rise” tells a twisted tale of two estranged sisters, played by Sutherland and Sullivan, whose reunion is cut short by the rise of flesh-possessing demons, thrusting them into a primal battle for survival as they face the most nightmarish version of family imaginable.

(L to R) GABRIELLE ECHOLS as Bridget, NELL FISHER as Kassie, LILY SULLIVAN as Beth, MORGAN DAVIES as Danny and ALYSSA SUTHERLAND as Ellie in New Line Cinema’s horror film “EVIL DEAD RISE,” a Warner Bros. Pictures release. © 2022 Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc. All Rights Reserved.

“Evil Dead Rise” is produced by Rob Tapert (“Ash vs Evil Dead,” “Don’t Breathe”) and executive produced by series creator and horror icon Sam Raimi and cult legend and “Ash” himself, Bruce Campbell, along with John Keville, Macdara Kelleher, Richard Brener, Dave Neustadter, Romel Adam and Victoria Palmieri.

ALYSSA SUTHERLAND as Ellie in New Line Cinema’s horror film “EVIL DEAD RISE,” a Warner Bros. Pictures release. © 2022 Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc. All Rights Reserved.

A New Line Cinema / Renaissance Pictures presentation of a Pacific Renaissance and Wild Atlantic Pictures production, “Evil Dead Rise” will be distributed worldwide by Warner Bros. Pictures and is set to open in theaters in North America on April 21, 2023 and internationally beginning 19 April 2023.

[ilovewhiteroses]

Window To The Soul Part 1.

Pairing: The Corinthian x GN! Reader   Genre: Fantasy, horror, drama Warnings: mentions of violence, some curse words Rating: 18+

You never believed in urban legends, but when you needed an idea for your next screenplay, you met a mysterious, strange man...

You looked into your fridge and sighed heavily. There wasn't much in it, just a carton of milk, a leftover slice of pizza and some fruit. You took out the milk, you saw that it was still good so you drank it. You've been at home for days and didn't know what to do with yourself.

Unfortunately, the curse of screenwriters has overtaken you: the writer’s block. Your previous works have been loved by both critics and audiences. You loved to write, but hated the attention, so you always wrote under a pseudonym to protect your privacy from the paparazzi and fans. You didn't even go to premieres, instead, when the film made from your script came out, you watched it in the cinema together with the civilian audience. You loved this because you could see the honest reaction of the viewers there.

Your works were all about human, down-to-earth topics: they were comedies or dramas. But this time you wanted to try something new that would push you out of your comfort zone. So you decided to try writing a horror film. The thought was there, but the idea did not come easily. You went to shower, put on your pajamas and fell into bed, hoping that the idea for your new script would come to you in your dreams.

A few days later, on your way home from shopping, you noticed the comic book store across the road. You've never been there before, but you thought you'd drop by tomorrow to see if you could get some inspiration.

 The comic book store was just like what you imagined: shelves full of comics, superhero posters on the walls. You went straight to the salesman, whose name was written on his name tag: David.

"Hello David. Can you help me?" you asked him politely.

"Of course! Are you interested in something? Maybe a classic, Batman or Superman?” and with that he already reached over to the shelf behind him to show you said comics.

"Thank you, but I had something else in mind. You know, I'm a writer and I want to write a horror story, but I need inspiration or something interesting." the salesman thought for a moment before realizing you weren't there specifically for the comics. He leaned closer to you and whispered.

"I don't know, how interested you are in urban legends?" you raised your eyebrows in surprise.

"Well, I don't really believe in them, but I'll listen to them if they're interesting."

"Well, listen to this. There's a mysterious guy living here in San Francisco called The Corinthian. He is rumored to have murdered people decades or even centuries ago and then eaten their eyes. Those who saw him said he had teeth in place of his eyes and that's why he wears sunglasses." you rolled your eyes at what you heard.

Did he really eat their eyes? What kind of Hannibal Lecter bullshit is this?

"Who did you hear this from? Don't say you believe this!”

"From a friend of mine. I think there may be some truth in it." the man said, you rubbed your forehead.

"Look, you may believe in this, but there is no such thing. I think that guy must have paid a few people to spread the word about him. Anyway, whether it's true or not, I think an interesting story could be written out of it. Do you happen to know where this Corinthian lives?”

"Yes, I checked it out once, he has a classic style mansion, I don't know the exact address, but I'll draw it for you." David took a pencil and paper and drew you a map. "Of course, he may no longer live there, but if you decide to visit him, be very careful!"

 In the afternoon, with the help of the drawn map, you went by car to see where The Corinthian might live. The mansion where he supposedly lived was just like the ones you've seen in the movies. It was surrounded by green hedges and a black iron gate. You were wondering what to do? Ring the bell? Rather not. You noticed that he had a mailbox, so you decided to write him a letter and give him your number. You wait a week, and if he still doesn't call, you go back to David and ask him for some horror comics. You took your notebook out of your bag, tore out a page and wrote to him who you were and why you wanted to meet him in person, and at the end you wrote your phone number. Fortunately, there was an envelope in the glove compartment of your car, in which you put the paper and then dropped it in his mailbox. You didn't see much chance that he would call you, but you tried anyway. Especially if it really was just an urban legend.

 Two days later, your phone rang, it was an unknown number. Other times you cancel it, but you had a feeling... you picked it up and said your name.

” Hello! So, you wrote to me." said a deep male voice on the other end of the line.

"Y-yes. You know, the situation is that I heard about you and liked your story and thought, if you allow, I would do an interview with you."

"We can do that. If you want to, we can meet, say, tomorrow afternoon?”

"Okay." You agreed with him on the exact time and then hung up.

Hmm, that went fast. You were a little weirded out that he didn't introduce himself. Did he stick to the legend thing that much?

When David's words were running through your mind, you felt anxious. Be very careful. You put your taser in your bag in case something goes wrong.

 The next day you arrived at Corinthian 's home on time. You got out of the car and approached the gate with shaky steps. You rang the bell and became even more nervous. I’m out of my mind! What if he really is a murderer, and I willingly walk into his trap! But then again, if he really was, he would be in prison a long time ago, you reassured yourself. Still, what's the worst that could happen? If you see that the situation is not good, you go to the bathroom and jump out of the window. At most you would break your leg and arm, but at least you would survive.

You saw a tall, blonde man in sunglasses from afar. You remembered what David had said about them…you took a deep breath, hoping it would clear your head. The man reached the gate and opened it.

"Hello! Are you Y/N?” he asked and shook your hand.

"Yes. You must be The Corinthian.”

"That’s right." he said and invited you inside, a driveway led you to the house itself. On the way, you looked at the many green plants and colorful flowers.

"I bet you have a gardener, because it would obviously be difficult to maintain such a beautiful garden alone." Your voice trembled a little, but you tried to hide your nervousness with the statement. He didn't say a word, just smiled kindly at you.

You entered the house. Towering staircase, tall ceilings, and a massive fireplace. From the inside, his home reminded you of Meryl Streep's house in ' Death Becomes Her'.

"Have a seat. Can I get you a drink?” he asked.

"A glass of water will do, thank you." Corinthian went to the kitchen, while you sat down on the sofa in the living room, put your bag next to you and took off your leather jacket. You looked around and realized how tastefully the home was decorated. He returned with a glass of water and handed it to you before sitting down on the couch across from you. You took a quick drink, as your mouth was always dry when you were nervous, and placed it on the coffee table.

"Do you mind if I take out my voice recorder?" you asked and Corinthian shook his head. You took out the recorder and pressed the record button.

"First of all, let's start with the name. What is your real name? Where did The Corinthian come from?”

"Believe it or not, I don't have a real name. I got the name ‘The Corinthian’ from my creator, The Sandman. Do you know who he is?” he leaned back on the couch as he asked you this.

"Well, I know the song Mr. Sandman. All kidding aside, I know that he's responsible for dreams.” you said crossing your legs.

"Basically yes, but he actually puts people to sleep by sprinkling sand onto their eyes."

"What do you have to do with Sandman?"

"As I said, he is my creator. You know, Sandman, or as we call him, Dream or Morpheus, is the ruler of the Dreaming. There he created dreams and nightmares. He created me, for example, as a nightmare.” What vivid imagination he has! you thought to yourself. Of course, you didn't believe a word he said, but you listened patiently, because your new script might depend on it.

"So you're saying you're not human?"

"Yes. I’m made of sand.” You almost laughed out loud at this point, but you tried to stay serious, though you had to admit that he told you about "his life" with such conviction that you almost believed it.

”Wait, what sand? You look like any other flesh-and-blood person!” you said in disbelief.

"This is only the surface. I am a physical manifestation appearing in the image of a man.”

After this you wanted to talk about something else, so you asked about his alleged murders.

"I heard that you used to kill people and eat their eyes. How old are you, then, and why did you do it?" you were drinking again. You never thought that one day you would want to talk with a strange man about his alleged murders. Corinthian ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath.

"Let's just say that I've been around for quite some time. The reason why I did it it’s because I wanted to see the world through other people's eyes. They say that the eye is the window to the soul – that’s very true."

You talked a little more about him, and then about you, because he was interested in where you got the idea of writing screenplays. Although you couldn't see his eyes, you felt his penetrating gaze on you so intensely that you got goosebumps.

When you noticed that it was getting dark outside, you ended the interview and arranged to meet again so he could give you ideas.

 You finally got home. You managed to remain calm throughout your conversation, although you still thought everything he said was a huge hoax. Poor man must have a boring life if he had time to invent all these crazy stuff.

It reminded you of the first time you saw him. Well-dressed, well-groomed, polite, handsome...these are not exactly the characteristics of a killer.

That word again. Killer. You still believed that he must have gotten his acquaintances to say that about him. He told a nice, fabricated story about himself, but at least you had an interesting afternoon.

 The next morning, you couldn't wait to have coffee, because you had, well, quite an interesting dream last night. You were lying in your bed when Corinthian appeared in the dim moonlight. You, instead of being scared, invited him to your bed and started kissing, then made passionate love, although you found it strange that he left his sunglasses on the whole time. You realized that you must have dreamed about him because you hadn't been with anyone for a long time and you were subconsciously attracted to him. It's true that he's a good looking guy, but you're only meeting him to get ideas, you convinced yourself. What would you want from him anyway? You didn't even know his real name, moreover he made up this impossible, "I'm a murderer and a nightmare" story.

 The day of another meeting has come. You rang the doorbell and when you saw Corinthian, you took a good look at him. You had to admit, there was something in his aura that grabbed you, and by that you didn't just mean his appearance.

“Hello Y/N! How are you?" he asked cheerfully as he let you in. He again looked impeccable.

I dreamed about you last night.

"I’m okay, thank you." you answered and followed him.

"How about we talk outside now? The weather is so nice, it would be a shame to sit inside at this time." he said and looked at the sky. You agreed with him and sat down at the garden table by the pool, where a couple of salty snacks and refreshments were already waiting for you. You chose a peach drink, which he poured for you in your already prepared glass. He also sat down and you took out your notebook to write down what he was telling you

"How's the script, have you started writing yet?" Corinthian inquired.

"Yes, I've already written a few pages." you said and ate some chips.

"That's great. I came up with some ideas, I hope you will like them." he said and you both smiled. When you saw his nice set of teeth, you again, unintentionally, remembered that there were those in place of his eyes...

He began to tell you his ideas, which you diligently jotted down like a student.

"Hm, these are good, I think I can get some exciting and creepy scenes out of them."

"Really? I thought you would say it’s too much.”

When you talked through a few scenes, Corinthian’s smile suddenly disappeared and he changed to a more serious tone.

"Can I ask you something?" the way he asked the question made you feel like the air was almost frozen.

"Of course."

"You know, you look like someone who wouldn't hurt a fly, but tell me...you never wanted to kill anyone?" he asked. You laughed to yourself for a moment and thought he was just being silly, though when he didn't laugh you realized he was serious.

"Only in my mind, when someone annoyed me, but in a normal situation, of course, I wouldn't even think of such a thing." you said. You felt the same uneasy feeling again as when you first met him. You started to get scared, but the thought of the taser in your bag calmed you down.

He is just provoking me, you thought to yourself.

"I guessed that. I see you're scared, but don’t worry. I would never hurt you.” he tried to reassure you, even though deep down you were still frightened, but then you thought that if he dared to ask you that, then you could ask him for something too.

" Corinthian, do you really have teeth eyes?" you asked softly as he nodded. "I want to see."

"I can't allow that. Believe me, it's better if you don't see them.”

"Well, I'm only asking because if you really are who you say you are, I'd like to see proof." you said and gently caressed the top of his hand. He looked away for a moment.

"I’m dead serious. I only take of my sunglasses rarely, in certain situations. But if you really want proof, I can show you something. Come, let's go to the kitchen.” he said and stood up, then you went to the kitchen together. You couldn't even imagine what he might want, but you were curious.

He took out a knife from the kitchen drawer and faced you.

"Jesus, what the hell do you want with that?" you cried out in fright.

"Relax! I don't want to hurt you! Remember when I said I was made of sand?” he asked. He was also nervous about what he was about to do. "I want to prove to you that I told the truth and I really don't bleed when I cut myself."

“O-okay.” you said with a trembling voice. Corinthian took a deep breath and stabbed through his palm as you screamed. He didn't even say a word, he just raised his palm with the knife in it and showed it to you.

And he was right. He really wasn't bleeding.

He pulled out the knife as if nothing had happened and his palm stayed intact. You were trying to breath, gasping for air, suddenly not knowing what to do. You held your head and felt nauseous. Not from what you have just seen, but from the thought that this meant that he really was who he said he was...

TO BE CONTINUED…

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FLASH REPORT: American YouTuber 'IShowSpeed' arrives in the Philippines, causes Fan Frenzy for meet-and-greet in BGC [#TeleRadyoSerbisyoEXCLUSIVE]

(Written by Rhayniel Saldasal Calimpong / Freelanced News Writer, Online Media Reporter and News Presenter of OneNETnews)

TAGUIG, NATIONAL CAPITAL REGION -- The American variety and veteran YouTube sensation 'Mr. Darren Jason Watkins Jr.', finally set foot in the country today, part of his highly anticipated Southeast Asia tour. This arrival of the 19 y/o Ohio state native, straight from the United States of America (U.S.A.), created frenzy among his Filipino fanbase, which led to huge masses of crowds and traffic jams across Metro Manila.

Indeed, his Philippine adventure started off with a bang. He played at a local basketball court in 'Brgy. 39, Zone 3, District 1' in 'Tondo, Metro Manila, National Capital Region'. The place was thronged with fans as the eagerness got the better of everyone to get a glimpse of the male YouTube star. It set the tone for a day that became truly frenzy-filled and filled with fervor.

Before going to the heart of the city, IShowSpeed made a quick detour to a local Chowking branch on Bustos Street, Sta. Cruz, this said city and province. The fast-food stop served as an emergency impromptu meet-and-greet location, where he was sat and hydrate himself in plain cold water, as eager fans were gathered outside to catch a glimpse of their online male YouTuber idol. He followed up his interest in Filipino culture by riding on top of a Kalesa, a horse-drawn transportation contraption, waving a Philippine flag to the delight of all that watched, helping spur his growing entourage on in excitement.

The joyride to BGC turned out to be a spectacle in its own right, as the male YouTube star replaced Kalesa with a motorbike, knowingly called as 'habal-habal'. The ride through busy Manila attracted even more attention; traffic came to a halt with fans trying to stay alongside their idol.

The chaotic night concluded before 7:30pm at 5th Avenue, BGC, in a Mercedes-Benz showroom, where IShowSpeed found refuge amidst a sea of people. Outside the unforgettable local dealership at Cats Motors Incorporated (CMI), chaos was at nothing less than pandemonium. If this day wasn't exciting enough, IShowSpeed teasingly posted to the internet media, including 'TeleRadyo Serbisyo: Dumaguete' and 'OneNETnews' that he would be meeting the Boxing legend and former senator "Manny Dapidran 'PacMan' Pacquiao", scheduled for tomorrow on Thursday (September 12th, 2024 -- Manila local time) when social media would once again go ablaze in the star-studded encounter.

In LIVE chats throughout the night, rumors are rife that the IShowSpeed Philippine Tour may well extend to the Visayas region on Day 2, including Cebu, Bacolod, Dumaguete and Siquijor. For now, unfortunately much however, Mindanao appears to be out of its itinerary.

IShowSpeed's arrival most certainly has left an indelible mark within the Philippines, and his livestream drew in more than 300,000 viewers from around the world, over half from the Philippines with 56% online audience share in this video sharing platform. And as this male YouTube star still goes on a rampage in this South East Asian adventure, one thing is for sure: IShowSpeed fever has finally swept the nation of the Philippines, and it isn't going away anytime soon.

This ongoing tour to South East Asia would be continued across the continent, first stopping in Thailand and later adding probably with the likes of Cambodia, Malaysia and Indonesia -- all for this month of September 2024.

SCREENGRAB COURTESY: IShowSpeed via YouTube LIVE VIDEO

SOURCE: *https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qWuJYrEZBkw [Referenced YT LIVE VIDEO via IShowSpeed] and *https://www.youtube.com/post/Ugkx685Idjol8tdYoSpnEhUNmxqKLfMVUOTW [Referenced YT Poster PHOTO via IShowSpeed]

-- OneNETnews Online Publication Team