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TALES FROM THE CAVE • NOTTINGHAM • One Shot • cover art • Shane Connery Volk • Luca Romano [Sept 27th 2023]

Just in time for Halloween, Mad Cave Studios is proud to present readers three treats: a spooky Nottingham story from Hazan, Volk, Romano, and Birch; a Battlecats "tail" featuring teenage felines tempting fate; and a Hunt. Kill. Repeat. battle over technology. Fans of all three worlds are given "pumpkin" to talk about with stories crafted by MCS Talent Search winners from past to present!

(W) David Hazan, Keith Frady, Rachel Pinnelas (A) Shane Connery Volk, Luca Romano, Riccardo Cecchi, Marco Pelandra, Marco Tortella, Marcello Iozzoli,Justin Birch, Renato Quiroga, Andriy Lukin (CA) Shane Connery Volk, Luca Romano

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Preview: Nottingham Vol. 3

Nottingham Vol. 3 preview. All hell is about to break loose within the walls of Nottingham, as well as from without… #comics #comicbooks

[lanphobic]

If I could add the whole student body, teachers, and literally every resident of Bullworth I actually would.

[lyalyagushkina]

HEYY...

[skjalfa]

ed io vivrò con te / tutti i miei giorni

[welcome-to-bullworthless]

[one-beer-is-not-enough]

I had another panel for this but I got burnt out and didn't do shit on it for over two months, so I'd rather just post these now. (They're pretty different in style even though I made them pretty quick one after another, god help me)

[itsyoung8]

If the greasers had Twitter

Well this time I have no excuse for my absence. I just like to be away from social networks sometimes.

Johnny Vincent:

Most of his tweets are when he quotes Derby tweets to insult him

Like ALL of Lola's tweets. Not a single one is left unliked

The hot guy from your tl. Every photo of him posted has at least more than 1000 likes

When he's not messing with Derby, he's tweeting about car mechanics or music

Peanut Romano:

For once, he's the one who likes all Johnny's tweets

He is one of the people who tried the famous date of birth bug

Well he suspended his account lol

His @ is imnotpeanut

Ricky Pucino:

RT tweets about heartbreak like "it's now that you're no longer in my life that I realize how much you used to put into it"

The boys ended up masking him except Lucky because he's his best friend

Tweet about F1 et NASCAR

Sent a picture of his toilet to Chad in DM to let him know that he does have a toilet

Norton Williams:

As soon as his account was created, he blocked Lola

Always ends his tweets with a "."

The only time he got confused on this network was when someone had spoken badly about The Outsiders. He let out a "fuck your mother" in the greatest of calms

"2 a.m., I confess: I use my hammer as a cuddly toy. That's it."

Lefty Mancini:

He dm that the girls and his friends

There is the Italian flag in its tn

Made a thread of why Italian food is above others

When he ate a sauce, he just replied "I don't give a damn, go cry somewhere else"

Lucky De Luca:

Basically he was just there to watch his group so that they didn't do anything stupid

You will NEVER see him tweet with an emoji 🫵

His account you have the impression that it's the account of a new user when he's been on it for a long time

He just doesn't give a fuck

Hal Esposito:

"There's a guy in my school, he gives you farts, it can destroy the fauna and flora"

Sent a follow-up request to Eunice, it's been 6 months that it's been waiting

He never responds to his DMS

When there is a mess in his TL, he responds with a popcorn emoji

Vance Medici:

Has another account, which is private, where he talks about his crush (it's Gord)

THE sunshine of your TL

Participates in all the # where you have to show photos of yourself

rt of One Piece content (since it's a manga about pirates and Vance loves pirates)

Lola Lombardi:

His entire account is aesthetic

Post of make-up tutorials and outfits

Sometimes she complains about guys

Blocked Mandy and Pinky as soon as she landed on Twitter

[wolfxplush]

“Welcome to the world clover”

EVERYONE BLAME @redninjaoutfit Afor putting this IN MY HEAD IM SICK.

It was the middle of the night when Lovette's contractions started, a rush of panic mixed with excitement filling her as Vance scrambled to get their things ready. They had prepared for this moment for months, but nothing could have prepared them for the whirlwind that followed as they rushed to the hospital. Lovette managing to calmly explain to the front desk about her water breaking, her red haired husband look a second away from fainting was not helping by screaming for a room.

Vance had been by Lovette’s side through every step of the pregnancy, absolutely smitten with her since their years at Bullworth. His love for her only grew with every day, every moment they spent planning their future. The idea of becoming parents was daunting, but it was also beautiful.

At the hospital, the medical staff took Lovette to a room, and Vance was right there, holding her hand, whispering reassurances in her ear as they waited for the baby to come. Hours passed, and Lovette's exhaustion began to settle in, but she kept strong, her grip on Vance’s hand tightening with every contraction. He didn’t dare complain once, rather his wife break every one in his hand then let her be in pain.

In the waiting room, however, a different kind of chaos unfolded. The greaser gang had arrived, and they were anything but subtle.

"I’m telling you, we need to see her now!" Johnny yelled, pacing back and forth while glaring at the poor nurse at the desk. His usual tough-guy demeanor was punctuated by genuine concern, making him even more intimidating.

"She’s fine, Johnny, calm down!" Peanut tried to reassure him, but he wasn’t doing much better, fiddling nervously with his jacket.

"You don’t know that! What if something’s wrong?" Hal piped in, his voice shaking slightly. "What if—"

"Everyone just calm down," the nurse finally managed to interrupt, holding her hands up. "Lovette is in good hands, and we’ll notify you as soon as there’s any news."

"Good hands? You’re sure about that?" Ricky muttered under his breath, giving the nurse a skeptical look.

Amidst the gang, Colt stood a little apart, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, eyes darting to the hallway every few seconds. He looked like he was barely holding it together. Lovette had treated him like her own son for years now, As soon as the girl turned 18 she was quick to file for adoption thanks to a lawyer parent of the preps, and the thought of something happening to her made him feel sick. His hands were balled into fists, knuckles white with tension.

"She’s gonna be fine, right?" he finally asked the nurse, his voice a little quieter but no less intense.

Before the nurse could answer, the doors to the delivery wing swung open, and Vance stepped out, looking both exhausted and radiant. His smile was wide, the relief and joy written all over his face. His hair a tousled mess that normally would have sent him into a panic for a comb.

"Vance!" Johnny was the first to bolt up to him, grabbing him by the shoulders. "How’s Lovette? The baby?"

Vance chuckled softly, shaking his head. "She’s perfect. Both of them are perfect. It was a healthy delivery—a girl. We have a little girl." He spoke, tears pricking in his tired eyes. The shake in his voice noticeable.

The gang erupted into a chorus of cheers and congratulations, their previous anxiety replaced with excitement and relief. Colt, however, stood frozen for a moment, his mind still processing the news. Vance smiled and gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder, knowing how much this meant to him too.

"Come on," Vance said, his voice warm. "Lovette wants to see you guys. And Colt... she wants you to meet Clover."

Colt’s eyes widened, and the nervous energy that had been holding him together finally gave way. He followed Vance with the others trailing behind, all of them still buzzing with excitement as they made their way to the room where Lovette was resting.

Lovette was sitting up in bed, looking tired but glowing. In her arms, she cradled a tiny bundle wrapped in a soft pink blanket. Her eyes lit up when she saw Colt and the rest of the greasers crowding the doorway, a soft laugh escaping her lips.

"There’s my family," she whispered, her voice still a little weak but filled with warmth. "Come meet her."

The greasers stepped in slowly, almost reverently, as if they were afraid to break the peaceful moment. Ricky, Hal, Johnny, Peanut,Norton—they all stood around the bed, each of them awkwardly trying to figure out what to say. But their silence was enough. Lovette could see the love and care in their faces.

Colt, however, lingered near the back, unsure. He hadn’t expected to feel so emotional, but seeing Lovette like this, holding her newborn daughter, made his chest tight.

Lovette caught his hesitation and smiled softly. "Colt," she said, beckoning him closer. "Come meet your sister…”

He swallowed hard, walking slowly toward the bed. Lovette gently shifted the baby in her arms, motioning for him to sit beside her.

"You can hold her," Lovette said, her eyes soft. "Don’t be scared. She’s family."

Colt hesitated for just a moment before sitting down carefully, watching as Lovette placed baby Clover into his arms. The baby was so small, so delicate, and for a second, he thought his heart might stop. He had never held a baby before, let alone someone so precious.

"Hey there," Colt whispered, staring down at Clover with wide eyes. She was fast asleep, her tiny hand curled into a fist, her little nose wrinkling in her sleep.

The rest of the greasers looked on, their tough exteriors melting away as they gathered around Colt and the baby. Hal was grinning from ear to ear, Ricky was wiping at his eyes, and Johnny, despite trying to keep up his usual cool act, looked just as emotional. Norton hiding a giant grin behind his fist.

"She’s beautiful," Peanut said softly, leaning over to get a closer look.

"She’s perfect," Vance added, his arm slipping around Lovette’s shoulders as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Just like her mom."

Lovette blushed at the compliment, leaning into Vance’s embrace, but her eyes never left Colt. Seeing him hold Clover like that made her heart swell. She had always treated him like her own, hell he was her own! but watching him cradle her daughter so gently felt like the perfect affirmation that their family—both blood and chosen—was complete.

"Thanks for being here," Lovette said quietly, addressing them all. "It means the world to me."

"Of course we’re here," Johnny replied, sounding slightly offended by the notion. "You’re family."

"Yeah," Hal chimed in, giving Lovette a wide grin. "There’s no way we’d miss this."

"Colt," Lovette said, her voice softening as she looked at him again. "You’ll always be a part of this. You know that, right?"

Colt nodded, unable to trust his voice. He looked down at Clover, feeling a strange sense of pride swell up inside him. He hadn’t expected to feel this connected, but holding her in his arms made everything real. This wasn’t just Lovette’s baby—this was his family, his sister.

"You’re going to be a great big brother," Vance teased, clapping Colt on the back. "I can already see it."

Colt smiled, finally relaxing as the others laughed and cooed over the baby. They passed her around carefully, each of them taking their turn to hold her, marveling at her tiny features and whispering soft words of affection.

As the room filled with laughter and joy, Lovette leaned back against Vance, resting her head on his shoulder. It had been a long journey, but they had made it. They had built something beautiful—something that went beyond just the two of them.

Clover stirred in Peanut’s arms, her little face scrunching up in a tiny yawn, and everyone fell silent for a moment, watching the new life they were all so captivated by.

"Welcome to the family, Clover," Lovette whispered, her voice full of love. "You’ve got the best big brother, the best uncles, and the best dad in the world."

"And the best mom," Vance added, pressing another kiss to her temple.

Lovette smiled, her heart full. Everything she had ever wanted, everything she had dreamed of, was right here in this room. Surrounded by the people she loved most, with her daughter in their arms, she knew they would be okay. They were family, and that was all that mattered.

As the night went on, the gang stayed close, unwilling to leave just yet. They joked and teased each other, fawning over baby Clover and promising to always protect her. And in that moment, in that tiny hospital room, everything felt perfect.

So when I wrote this I cried so hard I started gagging

[reospride]

Slowly but surely I will draw every clique (hopefully lol) Special thank you for @s4samus once again for picking the best colors for them!!!

[saintpaulia-av]

Time-skip version of greasers, I guess 👉🏻👈🏻

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Preview: Nottingham #15

Nottingham #15 preview. Swansong—With Nottingham in ruins, the Sheriff reels from a final betrayal #comics #comicbooks

[viridi0n]

the greasers but w roblox faces.

[s4samus]

mental illness 2

[welcome-to-bullworthless]

[natsu12291]

Clique: Greasers