#marve image

[ollierachnid]

waiting 7 minutes for the bandits to come through

+ collected gets

[nico-di-genova]

Quorra on the couch watching a movie with Marv curled up sleeping beside her, that’s it. That’s the post.

[keycomicbooks]

Vigilante #1 (1983) Keith Pollard Cover & Pencils, Marv Wolfman Story, Dick Giordano Inks, Origin of Vigilante (Adrian Chase), 1st Appearances of Jonathan Davis, Terry Gomez

#Vigilante #1 (1983) #KeithPollard Cover & Pencils, #MarvWolfman Story, #DickGiordano Inks, Origin of Vigilante (Adrian Chase), 1st Appearances of Jonathan Davis, Terry Gomez "A Fable for Our Times!" Vigilante is given the chance to take down one of his oldest enemies, evil businessman Mister Quilt, a thoroughly disgusting human being. As D.A. of New York City, Adrian had unsuccesfully prosecuted Quilt four times. SAVE ON SHIPPING COST - NOW AVAILABLE FOR LOCAL PICK UP IN DELTONA  https://www.rarecomicbooks.fashionablewebs.com/Vigilante.html   #KeyComicBooks #DCComics #DCU #DCUniverse #KeyIssue

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Marv Wolfman Back On Blade, James Tynion Takes Christmas, Omnibus Snags Oni | Comic Book Club News For August 22, 2023

Marv Wolfman is headed back to Marvel to write a new Blade meets Dracula story. James Tynion IV will be launching a new, dark, Christmas-themed miniseries. And comics app Omnibus teams up with Oni. This is Comic Book Club News for August 22, 2023.

Powered by RedCircle Marv Wolfman is headed back to Marvel to write a new Blade meets Dracula story. James Tynion IV will be launching a new, dark, Christmas-themed miniseries. And comics app Omnibus teams up with Oni. This is Comic Book Club News for August 22, 2023. SUBSCRIBE ON RSS, APPLE, ANDROID, SPOTIFY, OR THE APP OF YOUR CHOICE. FOLLOW US ON TWITTER, INSTAGRAM, TIKTOK, AND FACEBOOK.…

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Marv Wolfman Back On Blade, James Tynion Takes Christmas, Omnibus Snags Oni | Comic Book Club News For August 22, 2023

Marv Wolfman is headed back to Marvel to write a new Blade meets Dracula story. James Tynion IV will be launching a new, dark, Christmas-themed miniseries. And comics app Omnibus teams up with Oni. This is Comic Book Club News for August 22, 2023.

Powered by RedCircle Marv Wolfman is headed back to Marvel to write a new Blade meets Dracula story. James Tynion IV will be launching a new, dark, Christmas-themed miniseries. And comics app Omnibus teams up with Oni. This is Comic Book Club News for August 22, 2023. SUBSCRIBE ON RSS, APPLE, ANDROID, SPOTIFY, OR THE APP OF YOUR CHOICE. FOLLOW US ON TWITTER, INSTAGRAM, TIKTOK, AND FACEBOOK.…

[thesulkycroissant]

I just have a lot of thoughts about these panels that it's hard to put into order.

One thing I'm glad about, though: Marv Wolfman said fans were eager around this time for Dick and Donna to get together, and he resisted. I really like this image of them better - of being very close friends. The Wonder Twins. 💞

[depresssant]

im sorry but mahito and mei mei fans scare me.

i'll defend almost any jjk fan bc i believe in community but if i ever came across one of those pig-eating extraterrestrial species, i'd rather scoop out the ocean using a bucket with the water scooped being tossed back into the ocean than even think about defending them.

like far can ur mind go to like those two?

i'll start off with mahito first.

the man looks like he was brought from a different planet AND I KNOW he smells. my nostrils would BURN from corrosive acid with the thought of even being near him. i dont wanna ruin somebody's image of him⏤I DO⏤but the guy looks like either a grapist or a miner toucher. not to mention he dared to lay a hand on my glorious husband NANAMI? nah, we're OPPS. like whoever likes mahito either has some weird kink shit going on or they're just weird. some of yall can say 'oh, he's hot' SHOW ME THE HOT??? HE LOOKS LIKE THAT ONE SCENE FROM MARV SNEAKING INTO THE HOUSE IN HOME ALONE. everybody says they wouldn't survive around their favorite jjk man BUT MAHITO IS ONE OF THE ONLY TRUE ONES. i'd be better off with sukuna than him.

and now... onto mei mei.

ppl that like her are deranged. yk theres 'fans' out there saying her little BROTHER WANTED it? like whatttt? 😭 u ppl need help. out of all the characters to sacrifice for the plot, gege chose to keep this rat-faced, double-backed, yeast factory looking, dirt-necked bitch in the show. THAT YEAST WASNT GETTING HER GROWN MEN SO SHE TRIES TO GET IT FROM HER LITTLE BROTHER? PPL THAT DEFEND THAT R INSANE.

also ppl that also find her hot need to look at the bigger picture. she wouldn't be attracted to u, she'd be attracted to ur younger variation

[iamvegorott]

Magicians Don't Need Superheros Pt38

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Marvin’s coughs woke him up, and he was not the biggest fan of how thankful he was that those coughs were dry. After taking a moment to catch his breath, he looked at his hand and saw that there was still a black stain on his palm. Marvin licked his thumb, rubbed the spot, and watched it smudge. Meaning it could be washed off, and it wasn't permanent. His fingertips were also not black anymore, still fairly darker than usual, but were returning to normal. 

He groaned as he sat up and looked around, not seeing himself in a bedroom but after putting some pieces together of the bright white room, the constant beeping of machines, and the smell of disinfectant, he realized he was in the Septiceye infirmary. Marvin swallowed the sour taste that still sat on his tongue and found Jackie in one of the other beds. He was still out, not moving, his arm wrapped in a cast, and there was light bruising around his nose. 

“Jackie.” Marvin ignored his body’s protest and its pleas for more rest and got out of the bed. He knew the ache in his limbs was nothing compared to what happened to Jackie. His pain would fade soon. When his magic settled, he’d be okay. But Jackie was literally broken. “Jackie?” Marvin crawled into the bed, knowing he couldn’t stand for too long on his own yet. “Jackie…” He just wanted to see Jackie open his eyes, if even for just a second.

“Huh?” Jackie groaned, eyes fluttering. “Marv?”

“Thank God.” Marvin sighed. 

“I…I see a light…” Jackie stared off at nothing. Marvin felt his heart jump up into his throat, and that feeling changed when Jackie couldn’t keep a straight face and chuckled. 

“Jackie!” Marvin snapped, grabbing one of the pillows on the bed and smacking Jackie with it. “I’m going to break your other arm for that!” 

“I’m sorry!” Jackie said between his laughs. “I couldn’t resist!” 

“Don’t do that!” Marvin dropped the pillow, hands resting on Jackie’s chest to keep him still. 

“Bad joke, I get it.” Jackie chuckled some more.

“Damn it, Jackie,” Marvin grunted, letting himself flop over, face hiding in Jackie’s chest. 

“Henrik said I did a pretty good job putting my bone back into place. And that I’ll be fully healed in a few days. Gotta love speed healing.” Jackie noticed Marvin’s hand while he spoke. 

“You put your bone back?” Marvin asked, turning his head so he could use Jackie as a pillow. That would explain the second scream and why he passed out. 

“Yeah, with how fast I heal, I knew it’d be better to have them lined up as soon as possible so they wouldn’t have to be re-broken to straighten them out,” Jackie explained way too casually, picking up Marvin’s hand to get a better look at his fingers. “You look like Scarlet Witch?”

“What?”

“There’s a point where there’s like Darkhold’s corruption, and her fingers go black from it. Well, she’s not the only one, but she was the first one I thought of.” 

“I have no idea what in the world most of that means.” Marvin was happy to hear Jackie talking about comic books or movies or whatever it was…but he was still hurt. 

“It’ll make sense eventually. We're about to get to her solo stuff with our Marvel watching.” Jackie let Marvin’s hand go and he tilted his head, seeing Marvin’s face again. “Are you okay?”

“You scared me.” Marvin’s voice came out as a whisper. “You can’t-You can’t do that ever again. You’re not allowed-you’re not allowed getting hurt like that again.” His words came out shaky, trying his best to not sound too upset, but that image of Jackie on the ground kept showing up in his head, and he felt those tears forming once more. 

“I’m sorry.” Jackie wrapped his arms around Marvin, resting his braced arm on the top. “I’m sorry.” He repeated as he held Marvin tighter. 

“Just…don’t, okay? Don’t get hurt anymore.” Marvin knew it was a stupid request, one that Jackie could never actually follow. Fighting or not, things happen, and getting hurt is just a part of life. 

“I’m sorry.” Jackie couldn’t think of anything else to say. He did end up making a promise, but it wasn’t one to keep himself safe; it was to keep Marvin safe. Seeing him so sad caused a burning ache in his chest. The sorrow on his face felt worse than his arm breaking. He’d keep Marvin away from the mess, from the pain. He’ll take care of this. He’ll make sure they can go back to how things were before. 

“Stop saying that, or I’m biting you,” Marvin grumbled. 

“You’re going to bite my chest?”

“Don’t try me. I will.” 

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop saying it.” Jackie chuckled.

He was definitely going to keep Marvin away from Night. 

x~x~x

Marvin felt like he wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight with the number of times he’s dozed off. Although, doctor’s orders tend to be rest, so it'd work out. He groaned and stretched, pausing when he found himself alone in the bed again. Marvin could have sworn he and Jackie had fallen asleep in the hug. Did Jackie wake up first? Was Marvin that tired? Shouldn’t Jackie be the one still in bed? 

“Jackie?” Marvin called out as he got up. Checking his hands again he saw that his fingers were nearly back to their usual shade. “Jackie?” He called again as he stepped out of the infirmary.

“I told all of you this was going to happen!” Dark’s voice spoke harshly from the living room. “Why do all of you Septiceyes lack patience!?” 

“Barging in and yelling at everyone isn’t going to fix anything.” Robbie groaned. Marvin hadn’t checked if Robbie had changed that morning, but him being a grown adult told him all he needed. 

“I tried telling him that,” Wilford said with a click of his tongue. Thankfully, the only guests they had were those two, or at least that's who Marvin could see. 

“Have you seen Jackie?” Marvin stopped the arguing with his question. 

“Marvin? What are you doing up?” Henrik rushed over, asking his own questions. “And what do you mean where is Jackie? He should be resting in the infirmary as well. You two were asleep the last time I checked on you.” 

“He’s not in there,” Marvin stated. 

“Mother fucker.” Henrik cursed and went to Chase.

“He asked me for Night's tracker.” Anti stood next to Marvin and spoke softly. “Told him no since I just saved you two. I'm not his babysitter, so when he took off, I didn’t stop him.” 

“You didn’t stop him?” Marvin hissed through his teeth.

“Because getting into a fight with a man with a cast is great for the soul.” Anti scoffed, and after a quick pause, he sighed. “He won’t listen to me. It would have just been a waste of time, and everyone would get even more pissed and upset and...” He pulled his phone out and placed it in Marvin’s hand. “You shits annoy me, and I don’t feel like dealing with it.” Anti scrunched his nose, tone sounding off like he was forcing the snark. “Go get him.” He stepped away, walking into the center of the group, and then loudly slapped Dark’s rear.

“What in the world!?” Dark snapped while Wilford laughed hard enough that he had to hold his stomach.

“Wanted to check if your head was still in there.” Anti shrugged. 

“Really, dude? Is now the time for that?” Chase said, and then voices started overlapping as the arguing got stirred up once more. Marvin looked at the phone, seeing what looked like a GPS and a blinking red light. 

The light was labeled as ‘Jackie’. 

“You are a very confusing man,” Marvin said toward Anti, knowing he wasn’t heard, and he took off while the others were distracted. 

[superman-and-lois-love]

New photo of Lex Luthor from episode 4x08

Comic writer Marv Wolfman praises Superman & Lois, “Superman and Lois has been incredible. Some of the best Superman storytelling ever.”

[parkswritessometimes]

Sunday X Marvin

It’s been almost twelve hours without a text from Marvin. Usually, he’d respond within minutes of a message. A little emoji or acknowledgment that he was alive. But nothing. No response from the good morning text he sent when he woke up. Usually, Marvin was the one who woke up early and Sunday would wake up to a cute morning image of Higgins or a bedheaded, shirtless Marvin, but no message today. 

“You good, Kit-Kat?” Sunday types hitting send before his anxieties get the better of him. Marv was probably just too engrossed in a book to even acknowledge their phone. It’s happened before on a handful of occasions, but they always replied within a few hours with an apology or an excuse or something. 

But Sunday can’t stop this gut feeling that something was wrong. That something was wrong. He’s been getting that feeling a lot lately. Especially since the twins rose to power in the magic circle. This twisting feeling in his soul, in his magic. But this was so specific to Marvin like a magnetic force pulling him towards his friend.    

And it’s not like Marvin was going to ask for help if he needed it. Marvin has always been far too prideful for that. Raised by absent parents and a semi-sane mentor who could never be understood by anyone but Marvin, he was always destined to be an aloof person. It probably didn’t help that they were bullied for several years before Sunday came into the picture. 

Sunday was also an outsider always working twice as hard to keep up with the advanced classes he was put in. Magic always seemed to come so easy for everyone else. He’s lucky that he made the cut for the Magic Circle. It would have been so easy to cast him aside and label him a dud, but he was given a single chance. Same with Marvin.

It took a lot of time for Marvin to open up. Lots of shared candy bars, healing magic, repairing uniforms with his more practical sewing skills before Marvin even told Sunday his name. But over time Sunday could feel Marvin slowly opening up. Ivy creeping up his ivory walls until it flooded his heart. 

Now they’re 28 and living life, Marvin had a bookstore that never seemed to be open and Sunday worked for the Magic Circle, always one of the first people to be in the loop. And as much as it annoyed the higher-ups, Marvin was always the first one to know what was going on. It was a good thing the two of them had going on. 

Late-night phone calls that only ended when one of them fell asleep, cute photos, and inside jokes. Nicknames and practice kisses. And yeah their heart always skipped a beat or two or just flat-out stop when Marvin would lay their head in their lap, or hold his hand. But it was fine. Marvin was always skipping from person to person, never sticking with one partner for more than six months. Bar hookups, tinder profile pictures, bumble notifications, that always broke his heart just a little bit. But what was he going to do? Marvin was having fun and Sunday didn’t want to ruin their fun. 

Maybe that’s where Marvin was, on a date or he slept over at a guy’s house and forgot a charger. But still, that didn't feel right.

Sunday looks back down at their phone. No notification. Okay, time for a wellness check. 

“I’m coming over if you don’t text me in the next three seconds.”

“3”

“2”

“1”

“On my way. I’ll bring sushi as a peace offering.” 

Sunday grabs their favorite green cloak throwing it over their shoulder and goes out into London’s warm Summer night. 

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Sunday knocks on the door, okay more like pounds, trying to get Marvin’s attention. He wedges his cell phone between his ear and shoulder and listens to the ring over and over again before getting the standard “leave a message”.

“Vin, Kit-Kat, it’s me. Open up. I bring gifts and if you don’t open up I’m gonna portal up to your apartment. So do us both a favor and let me in!” He kicks the door a few more times to send a message before hanging up and shoving his phone into his pocket. Sunday looks up at the flat, the lights are on which is a good sign at the very least. He sighs yanking his bear charm free from his neck letting his mask form on his face. Magic wasn’t exactly allowed in public without a permit but he’s technically on Marvin’s property. He won’t get nicked for that. Hopefully.  The portal revealing Marvin’s room appears and he steps through closing the portal behind him. 

Higgin’s little merp and rub against his thighs settle some of his nerves but the main problem still remains. His mask swirls back into the necklace on his chest and the golden magic fades from his fingertips as his he pets Marvin’s little familiar. 

“Hey, Higgy. Where’s Marvin? You gonna lead me to him?” 

Higgins jumps up on the bed ignoring Sunday’s request. Typical little cat. Sunday pushes the door open wandering out into Marvin’s kitchen and living room. Notes, pictures, and drawings line the walls looking like the workings of a madman. And in the middle of it all Marvin, still in his pajamas, pacing around the room.

“Uh, Marv? You there mate?” Sunday asks, but Marvin keeps pacing and muttering to himself. Sunday sets the dinner down on the countertop and walks over the scattered pages of Marvin’s writing. Slowly, carefully with each step Sunday moves forward trying not to mess up any of Marvin’s work. Their hand finally finds their way to Marvin’s shoulder and in an instant, Marvin’s mask is on and lighting in his hands. 

“Woah! Hey! Hey! Marvin! It’s me! It’s me.” Sunday says throwing their hands up.

“Sunday. Sunday…Sunny.” Marvin says, almost as if he’s in a trance. 

“Yeah, Kit-Kat. It’s me. It’s Sunny.”

“What are you doing here? How did you get in?”

“I used a portal and you weren’t answering your phone. I got worried.”

The fogginess in Marvin’s eyes clear and they flash into so many emotions going from fear to sadness to anger all within seconds. 

"I don't need your help, Sunday." Marvin’s green eyes drill into Sundays. And for anyone else, this would probably strike fear into their souls. But not Sunday. Sunday knows that look. It’s not true anger, if it was he’d be on fire. It’s that pride getting in his way. The fear that if he opens up he’ll be left alone on the porch begging for someone, anyone to stay. He has to push everyone so far away that his heart will never bleed like that again.

"Yeah, I know, kit-kat. You don’t need anyone’s help." Sunday whispers in a soothing tone taking a step forward. Marvin may growl and snarl like a feral cat from time to time but Sunday knows him better than anyone, including Marvin himself. He was just tired and clearly scared of something going on. Whatever he found must have truly shaken him to the core.

“Don’t say it in that fucking tone Sunday. Why the fuck are you even here? Did the twins send you? Because you can tell them-"

 "I came because I was worried. So can you just sit down for five minutes and let me bring you the dinner I bought before Higgins eats it?” Sunday’s golden glow wraps around their fingertips and rests against Marvin’s face. Their thumb go up and down their beard as they try to soothe Marvin. 

“Sunny…”

“It’s sushi, and I know you have some good wine. Let me get us some glasses and you can tell me what's going on.”

“Probably skip the wine.”

“Vinny, did you not eat this morning?”

“I think so? I can’t remember.”

“Okay, let's sit down.” Sunday grabs his friend’s hand and guides him down to the couch. Marvin’s head instantly rests against Sunday’s chest and Sunday finds his hand in his friend's long brown hair. “Do you want to talk first or eat?”

“What did you bring?”

“Sushi.”

“I want to eat first.”

“Okay, kit-kat. Let me grab the food.” Marvin squeezes him closer, refusing to let him get up from his spot. Sunday sighs knowing that he isn’t going anywhere. He opens a small portal allowing the food to fall through and onto the coffee table in front of them. 

“I got California rolls, rainbow rolls, and some salmon nigiri.” 

“You spoil me, Sunny.” 

“I know.” Sunday begins to unpack all the takeout from the plastic bag laying it all out on the table. He hands Marvin a pair of chopsticks and lets him dig in. With Marvin off of him, he gets up and goes back to the kitchen. He grabs a glass from his friend’s cabinet and fills it to the brim with cold water. 

“You want me to grab Higgins?”

“No, that’s okay. He’d just get lost in the papers anyway.”

“Yeah, I was gonna ask you about that.”

“It’s all my notes, I’m trying to decipher some of them.”

“Why? Aren’t they your notes?”

“Yes, but I can’t remember writing some of them.”

“Well, you’ve written so many it doesn’t surprise me you’ve forgotten some of them.” Sunday sets the cold glass in front of Marvin and nudges him towards it. 

“No that’s not the issue, the issue was they were wiped from my memory.” 

Sunday shakes his head and jolts back in surprise. Ras has been wiping Marvin’s memories? Thats-why would he do that? He practically raised Marvin. The Magic Circle has always said that he was dangerous and an outsider. Breaking the rules of magic and not conforming to the laws set in place to keep the world safe, but mental magic? On Marvin? That’s almost too much to bear. No wonder Marvin got so angry. His trust must be shattered on the floor in a million pieces. 

“Ras has been using mental magic on you?! We gotta report this! You can stay at my house until the council has him imprisoned.” 

“What no! Sunday! Ras hasn’t been tampering with my memories. The Circle has been.”

The Circle? No. They were a bit…shifty but what governmental organization isn’t?! Members of parliament and even the prime minister took bribes and did some shady stuff and they were in charge of the country! Don’t even get him started on the mess that was America's government system. But there's no way that The Magic Circle was doing something like that to its members. To Marvin. To Him.   

“Marvin, I think-”

Marvin yanks off his necklace and lets his cat mask form in his hand. The green ethereal glow signaled that some enchantment had been left on it.

“I have it recorded. The twins, they took so much away from us, Sunny. Just look.”

Sunday takes the mask and places it on his face. Green-tinted visions of the past come before his eyes. That’s him in the corner, looking over at Marvin, but he definitely doesn’t remember this. A dead body on a slab with the twins matching fox masks firmly on their faces. Their muffled voices told them to leave the room and like the good peons they were, they left. 

“We’ve reached the limits of what direct observation can show us.”

“Even magical observation is insufficient.”

“Necromancy then.”

The twins cast a spell causing the body to rise up. Sunday’s never seen anything like it. He’s always been told something like this was illegal except in the hands of the authorities. People with permits and power. He couldn’t even pay attention to the answers the body was giving, too shocked by the twin's actions to do anything. 

The body collapses back on the table and Sunday almost does as well. But just when he thought the worst was over.

“We might use Mind’s Eye.” One of them says. Mind’s Eye was one of the most dangerous spells that could be cast on such a body. The Malia it takes could easily drain that of the corpses and the users, leaving everyone involved just dust on the floor. 

“The risk would be enormous.”

“To lesser magicians than we.”

“Very well we do need answers.”

“There remains malia sufficient in the husk to achieve it once.”

The twins touch their fingers to the corpse's skull letting the purple mist swirl around the room chaotically. Sunday can’t make out the images but he knows in his soul it’s bad. The body screams out like it’s dying again before crumbling to ash. 

The twins put their masks back on allowing everyone to rejoin them. Sunday and Marvin are the first to come in but still, Sunday can not remember even being in this room.

Sunday is all but helpless to watch as Marvin picks up his mask as the twins talk.

“We learned much from this vessel, but little of substance.”

“The circumstances of its death were byzantine and inconsequential.”

“A matter of science. Nothing with which to trouble ourselves. Whatever happened to this man does not concern the magic circles. We needn’t investigate further.”

“You needn’t even remember what transpired here.”

The twins chat to cast a spell and just like that the memory is gone. The recording stops and Sunday takes the mask off of his face. 

They took their memories. 

They took his memories.

They took Marvin’s memories. 

Over a man who died to science?! Over something so simple and inconsequential?! What did they erase that was important?! Did they erase a full days months or even years from his head?! How could they do something like that?!

“Marv, what the hell are we going to do? Can we get those memories back?! I can’t- What else did they take from us?!” Could they take larger pieces? Could they take whole people out of the memory? Could they take relationships? When was the limit where they couldn’t touch the memories?! 

“I don’t know. I have regained a few memories they took but that’s only because Ras drilled it in me to record my notes and journal my days. I’m trying to fill the gaps but I think most of them are gone.”

“Shit Marv. What are we going to do?”

“I honestly don’t know. Start recording with our masks? Compare notes?”

“That’s a start I suppose.” 

Marvin takes his spot back in Sunday’s chest and Sunday holds him tight. But it doesn’t stop the intense flood of anxiety coursing through his body. Pumped by the growing beat of his heart. 

Forgetting Marvin would be like forgetting his own name, his own being. They were so intertwined there was no way they could make them forget each other. Right? They surely couldn’t rip each other away. They would have done that years ago with Marvin and Ras. The twins never kept it a secret that they hated the man and constantly pushed Marvin to ditch his mentor. But Marvin was too stubborn, too loyal to even consider that an option.  

He looks back down at his friend only to find him asleep, all curled up in their lap. Sunday smiles and traces over Marvin’s tattoos with their finger. 

“No one will take me from you Marvin. I promise. No matter what.” They plant a little kiss on Marvin’s forehead and shuffle to a more comfortable position on the couch. No use in fighting it, he was gonna spend the night on the couch with Marvin. Not the first time this has happened and certainly not the last. He leans over and grabs a blanket from off the floor and drapes it over the two of them. 

Sunday wasn’t quite ready to fall asleep, still processing the huge mind fuck that the Magic Circle was doing this. And Marvin’s notes and research were within arms reach; he might as well catch up on what Marvin found. His fingertips find a large leather-bound book and pull it closer. Colorful tabs dot the pages probably signifying different spells he needed. 

Sunday opens it up to the first tab to find Marvin’s handwriting. No mention of spells or anything. Sunday immediately closes it and sets it down on Marvin’s back. Not today. There has to be something else he can read to get caught up on all this a spell book or something. But all of the notes around him seem to be in Marvin’s messy cursive writing. 

And then something catches his eye. One of the tabs on Marvin's journal had a little sun and a heart. He rarely lets curiosity get the best of him, that was more Marvin’s department, but he has to know what the little doodle of his nickname was doing there. He opens the book back up and begins to read the tabbed page.

I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna ask Sunny out after this meeting. I know we’re already kinda going out but I’m gonna make it official with him today. I’m in love with him and I’m sure he’s in love with me. Just gotta finish this meeting. I’m pretending to take notes but it's so dreadfully boring. I swear the twins are the stiffest people you’ll ever meet in your lifetime. 

Sunday doesn’t even realize he’s crying until the tear hits the page and smudges the ink. Did they take away that moment? Did they even allow them to have it? It’s not like Sunday could remember it. But he can just imagine it. Marvin just blurts out their feelings and he just goes red with embarrassment as Marvin uses sweet words until they kiss. 

And Magic Circle just took it away like it was nothing. 

Did Marvin know? He had to, he marked it after all. But…fuck. Did they take more moments like that away from them? How many times did they confess only to have the Magic Circle have it erased? 

Sunday wipes the tears away and takes another deep breath. He looks back down at Marvin and traces his finger across his jaw. He looks so peaceful right now. And as much as he wants to wake him up and tell him that he’s right, that he’s in love with him, that he wants to spend the rest of their lives together. It can wait. One big revelation at a time.

Sunday gives him one more kiss on the head and pulls the blanket up to Marvin’s shoulders. Both of them are gonna need sleep if they’re gonna figure out how to save their memories from future tampering. 

“Goodnight Marvin. I love you.”

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I don't usually write shippy stuff but here y'all go!

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that fucking bird that i hate

[keycomicbooks]

Tales of the New Teen Titans Cyborg #1 (1982) George Perez Cover, Marv Wolfman Story, George Perez Pencils Origin of Cyborg (Victor Stone), 1st Appearance of Ron Evers 

#TalesoftheNewTeenTitans #Cyborg #1 (1982) #GeorgePerez Art, #MarvWolfman Story Origin of Cyborg (#VictorStone), 1st Appearance of #RonEvers "Cyborg" - At Changeling's suggestion, the New Teen Titans take a week-long camping and hiking trip together in the Grand Canyon. Conversation around the campfire leads to Cyborg's telling the story of his childhood and his origin. https://www.rarecomicbooks.fashionablewebs.com/Tales%20of%20the%20New%20Teen%20Titans.html#1 @rarecomicbooks Website Link In Bio Page If Applicable. SAVE ON SHIPPING COST - NOW AVAILABLE FOR LOCAL PICK UP IN DELTONA, FLORIDA #KeyComicBooks #DCComics #DCU #DCUniverse #KeyIssue

[anonymouspuzzler]

evil comic I've been meaning to draw since the bloom update dropped

[Image ID/Transcript: A three-panel black-and-white Smile for Me comic divided into three images.

In the first panel, Marv is drawn from the waist up carrying a fishing rod over one shoulder, the other hand on his hip. He is looking forward with a neutral expression, saying, "Howdy, youngsters. Check-in for ol' Marv Truncler?"

In the second panel, Habit is standing at a countertop with a misspelled "check-in" sign, a "ring for service"-type bell, a box full of paperwork, and two pens. He is smiling, clapping both hands next to his head, saying (in misspelled Habit-speak) "Hello mister!! Welcome welcome we are so happy to help you find your smile again Kamal can help you with papers and walk [text blocked off by Habit's head in the word balloon]-re room". Kamal is standing behind Habit, wide-eyed, blushing and sweating furiously, clutching a bunch of papers with shaking hands. There is an arrow pointing to him reading "HAS LIKE 15 CHEESECAKE MAGS UNDER HIS MATTRESS RIGHT NOW WITH THIS GUY ON THE COVER".

In the third and final panel, Kamal and Marv are walking side by side. Kamal is blushing, sweating and looking incredibly nervous, papers stuck under one arm, the other held stiffly at his side. Marv looks relaxed, one arm holding the fishing rod over his shoulder, the other gesturing with a pointer figure. Kamal shakily says "so uhhhhh how umm what uhhhh what brings you to the Habitat"; the word balloon is partially covered up by Marv saying, in bold text, "NOW LEMME TELL YA ABOUT FISH SON". End ID.]

[smileformeweek]

Welcome to the 2023 Smile For Me Week!

[Image Description: A green and blue striped banner with an image of Marv Truncler sitting and holding a fishing pole with a big smile and his eyes closed. Next to him is purple text reading, “Smile For Me Week 2023; June 25 - July 1". End ID.]

This is a week dedicated to making fan content of all kinds for the game Smile For Me by LimboLane Games.

Prompt List:

6/25 (Day 1) - Bloom

6/26 (Day 2) - Mural

6/27 (Day 3) - Puzzle

6/28 (Day 4) - Magazine

6/29  (Day 5) - Hidden

6/30 (Day 6) - Music

7/1 (Day 7) - Free Day

Make sure to read the rules for the event, and feel free to share any fan content you make with the tag #sfmweek2023, or by tagging this blog (or sending a message if you’re afraid your content hasn’t been seen) for it to be reblogged here.

[timdrakeinorder]

Batman #450: Wildcard!

Released: July 1990 Written By: Marv Wolfman Pencils: Jim Aparo Inks: Mike DeCarlo Cover By: Norm Breyfogle Synopsis (via dcuguide.com): A series of gag-based murders takes place in Gotham, and the chief suspect - the Joker - is soon spotted at the scene of one of the crimes. However, both Batman and Commissioner Gordon begin to suspect this could be the work of a copycat. Elsewhere, the Joker fumes at the misuse of his name and image, while the true culprit, businessman Curtis Base, begins to exhibit signs of insanity.

Part Two