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A question of identity
#my art#my fake comic book covers#fallen hero#fhr#fhr sidestep#sidestep#olivia beck#it's been a couple months so here's a new one for the collection#sidestep 2.0
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Time to introduce my 7th step when will I stop
Alix R Bell
Villain name: Omen
Occupation: Hero Hunter
#fhr#sidestep#my art#alix r bell#fhr sidestep#with my other steps featuring as the background characters#actually got a murderstep now#it's a struggle#they're a little unhinged but no one suspects them#also suppose I have to do the others too after starting with Nr 7#gotta jump on the comic book cover bandwagon#fallen hero#fallen hero sidestep#my fake comicbook covers
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Me: Scoguetember is for fun, it does NOT need to be perfect. Just make something for fun it does NOT have to look perfect
Also Me: I will somehow fail my ancestors and my posterity if I cannot give Rogue’s wedding dress just the right amount of gothness.
#shenanigans#scogue#x men evolution#otp: sensory deprivation#rogue x scott#scott x rogue#my artwork#my art#art wip#scoguetember2024#scoguetember#scogue tember#spoilers???#comic book cover art#fake comic book cover art#xmen evolution#i’ll figure it out
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Made a cover page for my worldbuilding lore document. I wanted to fancify it a teeny bit since I've started sharing it with some friends.
#feel like i gotta specify tho. I am NOT making a comic LMAO. It LOOKS like a comic book cover but its NOT i sWEAR#it is just my lore document cover#but also. I love making fake screenshots/covers/posters for shit. its so much fun. and good composition practice#indigo star#indigo star colbalt#indigo star rosanna#indigo star jarvis#dnd#dungeons and dragons#art#artwork#my artwork#worldbuilding#my art#digital art#dreamerx86
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wow guys the cover for the first volume of the Blood and Silicon comic adaptation looks great /j [aka, another version of the drawing i just posted]
#i dont think leo would be on the cover of the first book yknow#like not just him the whole gang would be there i think#anyway i figured since my drawing of him was already comic book-ish id make a fake cover yknow#and yes Hunger Pains was the name of the first session im so smart /lh#Leo West#eric finally speaks#blood and silicon#vtm art#vtm oc#red
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oh boy... now this is a jumpscare
okAY SO... for an assignment for my comic book making, we had to create a "fake" {or real if wanted to} cover for a comic we are working on. and so. because i am so fixated with this man with stripes and glasses, i wanted to make a cover if he were to be real book!
for this it's horizontal due to a lot of the comics relating to TSB i've made are horizontal formatted {excluding the very first one}, and well... my professor said if we wanted to we could print it and make a physical version of... our.... comic..... SO.....
IGNORE THE SPELLING ERROR.... i meant to write "uncover" i swear im going to get my dyslexia ITS SO BAD WHYY OIUHJGNVEFD and ignore the pricing i just ball it at 3am IHUGJVNB AAAAAA
but also i suppose this is a good time to say the offical name for this silly burger man's arc is: MEMORY MANIA !!! or not we shall see if i decided to change it in like a month or smth LOL
and bc i know i haven't been posting much.... college is getting my ass i PROMISE i will get back to my sillyness once i finish my semester and MAYBE upload my comic seminar final guh ,, so have the concept sketches :3c
#tsb#tsb official#smg4#smg4 oc#smg4 fanart#smg4 comic#comic cover#idk what else to add here omg#ig this is tsmg4 LMAO
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I had to draw this tribute to Singularity, one of my favorite quests in Horizon Forbidden West.
Here’s a fake comic book cover too. I wish we had more official comics featuring Aloy and Erend on an adventure 🧡
#horizon forbidden west#hfw fanart#aloy#erend#hfw erend#hfw aloy#hfw singularity#with my shippy goggles this is also a date#I just love to go there with Erend smashing machines#and all his lines#mutton chop monday#I’m not used to draw backgrounds or machines but here we are
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modern!husband!steve harrington x wife!you
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warnings: so like, technically, you don't have to read "We'll Call It Love" , my modern steve series, BUT you're missing soooooo much that got these two idiots here, so I really encourage you to do so. This scene is so so so much more fun if you know all that led up to it, I promise. anyways: | alcohol mentions, slight descriptions of use by reader | smut (public - you get caught *kind of* / fingering / piv unprotected intercourse - creampie / wife,mom,breeding, all the kinks from one Mr. Harrington) - 18+ as always
a blurb for the "Trick or Treat, Freak?" event - don't forget to vote for tomorrow at the bottom of the fic!
A/N: I just wanted to say again, thanks for loving We'll Call It Love so much. I actually got to go see the band COIN last night, the music that inspired the fic, the screenplay, and just...wow. I don't have other words for it. Idk, feeling very sappy for all of you today and this story that means so much to me. Thanks for being here, it was fun to revisit these two 💛 and *now* I'm done with them.
Probably.
The day hadn’t been without its issues, but he’d expect nothing less, when it comes to the two of you.
First, there was Eddie’s girlfriend showing up in fake blood, late, covered in swatches of dark and gory fake gashes and goo all down her arms as she frantically rushed past him and shouted something about busy season and don’t worry, his bride was gonna look beautiful and not in a tragically haunting poetic way but in a romantic sunset kissed glowing kind of way.
Which, you did.
But then, there was an issue with the cake, which, wasn’t supposed to be a cake, but a bunch of peach pies. Robin and Nancy were whispering loud enough to bring him into the kitchen, both of their mouths snapped shut as Steve blinked at the largest solitary pie he’d ever seen. It was massive, comically so, and Robin was waving her hands at him, it’s going be fine spilling out of her lips that had just been freshly glossed for photos. Nancy was on the phone with a bakery and then Eddie was stumbling through the door shouting about canceling the order. He smiled at Steve and told him that you started crying which made him frown and start towards the direction Eddie had just come from, but his groomsman and your best man stopped him, assured him that then you started laughing, that you said your parents would have loved it.
Which, ultimately led to issue number three.
Robin had approached him slowly, fixing his tie, before she whispered that they couldn’t find you, but that there was a note, with his name on it. He had grabbed it with trembling fingers, only to find it didn’t say anything like sorry or I can’t do this, but a quote:
“I’ll have what she’s having.”
He rushed past Robin, shouted about being right back.
Steve found you on a balcony, which took a little bit of work, asking the front desk if anyone booked a room under Buttercup, or Allie, Kate, and ultimately Sally Albright. Then they wouldn’t give him the room number till he confirmed his name was Harry Albright, not Harry Burns. His breath caught in his chest when you turned to look at him, chin quivering and a quiet greeting for him before you started crying. It all ended alright, after you talked about your parents and him and all of it and he kissed you and made a joke about wedding curses. If seeing you in your dress before the ceremony already happened, where was the harm in a sunset balcony quickie?
You didn’t go for it that time, only grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the room with you, asking if he was ready to get married.
Which he really fucking was.
The floor to ceiling windows overlooking the skyline had been good in theory, letting in the beautiful, breathtaking sunset as you said your vows. But they also let in the warmth, the room an oven, leading you to laughing during the ceremony and swiping at his temple with your handkerchief and Eddie fanning Robin while she officiated. And cried.
There was so much crying.
But it was perfect.
You were perfect.
“Sir?”
Steve blinked away from where he was watching you take pictures in the vintage photobooth, you, Robin, Nancy, and Eddie’s girlfriend were all crammed in, sitting on each other’s laps, to the attendant in front of him.
Perfect, but distracting.
“So sorry, what did you ask?”
The venue employee smiled, like he knew the look on Steve’s face well, and then he shook his head. “Nothing to apologize for, sir. I was just letting you know that all the gifts are put away and locked in the car downstairs as instructed by your wife. Anything else I can do for you?”
His wife.
Steve looked over at you again, sighing as you tilted your head back in a laugh at the images in Robin’s hand.
He smiled at the man in front of him and shook his hand, “No, thank you.”
You felt him before you saw him, or rather, smelt him.
Your body spun to find the source of the salty and fried scent to see Steve holding a container of fresh french fries and a smile and eyes that seemed to be perfectly made, and only for you.
“Hey Mrs. Harrington,” he kissed your cheek, lips lingered against your skin as he asked, “Hungry?”
“Starving,” you groaned, your body crumpled against his as you exchanged your glass of champagne for the fries you knew would end up being a great late night snack offered. Warmth filled your stomach at the sound of your new last name, like a lovesick idiot you swore you’d never be.
Steve lifted a fry to your mouth, eyes a deep burnt amber in the low reception lighting as he watched your lips part and steal the fry from between his fingers, his tongue with a mind of it’s own, swiping out over his bottom lip as yours brushed the pad of his thumb.
You snorted.
“You’re so easy, Harrington.”
Steve lifted the fries away from you, eyes glinting as you pouted and reached for them half-heartedly, content to just lean against his body instead as he joked, “Hey. We’re married. You have to be nice to me now.”
Warm breath hit his jaw as you huffed, “Well, if I knew that was the rule, I never would have said I do a few hours ago.”
A kiss was pressed to his neck despite your words, right against his two freckles, then a smile ghosted against his skin when you heard the low rumble in his chest.
Steve’s lips brushed your ear as he bent down, speaking softly, lowly, and sending the warmth between your stomach directly between your legs.
“Don’t start something you can’t handle, honey.”
Your head lifted, stares at one another challenging and hopelessly and sickeningly in love to anyone who was watching.
“Oh,” you laughed, quietly, leaned in to whisper against his lips, “I think I can handle you just fine, Mr. Harrington.”
He had you in the bathroom not even a minute later, one hand locking the door behind him and the other pressing over your mouth as you giggled.
Steve’s mouth was all over your neck as his hands found your hips, guiding you to the counter.
“You’re so beautiful,” words warm and sticky and sweet against your skin as your head fell back against his shoulder in a gasp when his lips found a new spot behind your ear. “Can’t believe I’m married to you. Can’t believe you said yes. Can’t believe you’re all-“
His hand smacked at your ass as he grabbed a fistful of it, scrunching up the fabric of your dress you could care less about now as he growled in your ear the word, “Mine.”
“Steve,” you hated how breathless you sounded, hated how he’d barely touched or kissed you and you were wrecked already, “Hurry.”
He whined into the crook of your neck, spun you and let his nose trace along the straps of your dress, across the lace covering your chest as his mouth followed, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
Steve knelt, regretfully removing his lips from your skin so he could carefully lift your dress, handing it to you with a quiet, “Hold this, honey.”
He pressed a kiss to your check as you did what you were told, but then he got a proper look at you and your lip was captured between your teeth at his groan, from the way his hands ran through his hair.
“Fuck,” he sighed, as his finger trailed up your thigh and found custom, cream colored straps and shiny buckles and pretty lace you’d ordered just for him. “Look at you.”
“You like it?” The question answered by Steve’s own lip bitten raw, his fingers still roaming higher, up the sides of your cunt, already soaked.
“Baby,” Steve laughed, eyes cast down between your bodies, watching carefully as his fingers slipped beneath the wet lace. “Do I like it? I love it.”
“That’s,” your head fell back, exposing your neck his mouth was grateful for. Distracted by the way he dragged his fingers through you, swirled around your clit, the same way his tongue was against your throat. “Go-good.”
Steve pressed against your clit harder, humming against your skin where his mouth was still latched to when your body shook underneath him. Your thighs clamped around his hand, yours clutched at his shoulders with fistfuls of your dress still between your fingers.
He removed his fingers from you, quick to make work of his buckle and pants, aligning himself with you but hesitating just as his tip brushed against your entrance.
Steve looked up at you, under his lashes that cast shadows against pink cheeks dotted with freckles. He gazed at you with the kind of look that you imagined you gave a sunset. Admiring, awed, like you were taking in its beauty the first time every time. Like you knew your time with it might be fleeting, so you had to watch it every second so you didn't miss a single second of it.
He leaned in and let his lips brush over yours tenderly, deciding to take his time and forget the frantic pace you both had started with.
He murmured into your lips as they parted in a sigh beneath his kiss.
“I love you. So much. I think I’ve loved you since I saw you in that bar, I texted Robin about soul mates before I talked to you, I-“
You caught his top lip between yours, an over too quick kiss, but then you were speaking into the corner of his mouth, against his jaw.
“I love you too.”
Steve’s forehead knocked yours, your hips wiggled, making his dick twitch as you stared into each other’s eyes.
“Ready, Mrs. Harrington?”
The tip of your nose brushed his as your laugh bubbled out of you, voice all sarcastic and fond, “Ready? I’ve been ready, Steve. You’re the one taking his tim-ohmygod.”
Steve’s smug smirk twitched in front of you as he thrust into you while fake grumbling, “Me? How about you miss I’m gonna wait over a year to say I love-fuckyoufeelsogood…”
He rolled his hips, only getting deeper, and your thighs tightened on the outside of his, head thrown back against the mirror from the feeling of him inside you, which he followed. His lips skated over your cheek, your jaw, as he slowly pulled out of you and thrust back in.
Your mouth fell open with each drag against your walls that cling to him, that want him to stay there. A noise catches in the back of your throat every time he pushes into you, each time only harder and deeper as he babbled.
“Sorry, I wanted,” he grunted, mouth finding yours only to kiss you once and keep talking, “The first time I have sex with my wife to last, to linger, to-“
Your mouth captured his in a kiss this time, tugging on his bottom lip and gasping into his open mouth when he thrust faster, shallower, your name a begged breath between the two of you.
“Sorry, I didn’t want to wait anymore,” you whimpered, your dress left your fingers so you could grip the back of his head, card your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and tug, “To finally have sex with my husband.”
Steve moaned at the word husband, twitching inside of you, which made you grin at the way his hips stuttered, at the way his bottom lip pulled between his teeth.
“Yeah?” You gripped at the back of his head a little harder, knowing what each other liked now. He frantically pushed under the fallen dress to find your clit again with ease, trying to get the upper hand once more as you asked, “You like me calling you my husband, Steve?”
Your mouth brushed the apple of his cheek, it kissed his temple as he fell forward, thrusting faster and making quick figure eights against your nerves, gasping at your teasing.
“Wanna tell everyone I’m your wife? Tell ‘em I’m a Harrington?” Your stomach clenched at the thought too, at the pace which Steve slammed into you even harder, hips meeting in a filthy grind as your head knocked against the mirror. The thumps mingling with the sound of how you were coating him, all a little louder in the bathroom and only making you both a little more turned on.
His forehead pressed to yours as he nodded, lips of parted mouths catching every time he thrust. He moaned, he begged, “Yeah, yeah. Wanna tell them. Wanna…want…pregnant. Mine.”
Your back arched, hand searching until it found his, lacing your fingers together. His others grew sloppy against your clit, slipping over it as you nodded. Chest aching from his admission, from the way you sort of wanted it too, how it didn’t scare you as much anymore, not when it was him.
“Yeah?”
“Ye-yeah, fuck, honey, I can’t-“ Steve kissed you. Passionate and breath stealing as he held your lips to his like he’d wanted to all day. Your clasped hands hit the counter, the click of your rings together made you whine into his lips when they parted. You let him go, his name loud in the bathroom, echoing against tile and sure to be heard even on the moon as his hips stuttered when you clenched around him. Your stomach burned and your eyes blinked rapidly, sure you weren’t on the planet anymore from the amount of stars you could see as his warmth spilled into you.
It takes a second for you both to come back down to earth, for Steve to laugh, for you to press your hands to your cheeks as you looked down at the mess you’d made of yourselves.
Steve kissed at sweat kissed skin, tenderly cleaning you up as you joked with each other, sleepy eyelids and content smiles. Slow kisses that left you both sighing in between lingering touches that weren’t out of necessity, but just because you wanted to be touching.
Completely in love.
He helped you off of the counter and winced at the way your dress fell down all crinkled and obviously mussed. You shrugged before running a hand though his hair, messing it up even more than you already had, then you untied his tie and let it hang from around his neck saying something about it only being fair.
He grabbed your hand, fingers curled into yours as he kissed your knuckles and led you out of the bathroom.
Robin was the first to slow clap.
Your nose pressed to his shoulder, a groaned god dammit on your lips against his suit jacket.
Then Rocketman was blasted on the speakers, a loud “Annnnnnnd Buckley owes me one hundred dollars!” comes from Eddie at the bar, earning a smack to his chest from his girlfriend, which was nice, until she said “I get fifty of that and you know it.”
And it’s all fine, Steve doesn’t really care, because most of the guests are gone and you’re laughing and heading over to grab pie, flicking Eddie’s ear as you went.
Robin slid up next to Steve, shaking her head. “Wow. I really had faith in you Harrington. A bathroom? On your wedding night? I know you two are animals, but you couldn’t wait to have your wife in, oh, I don’t know, a private bedroom?”
Steve only smiled at the way Nancy handed you a water as you caught peach filling from your lip, while you played with the little ‘S’ dangling between your collarbones with your left hand, the large blue sapphire stone sparkling next to glittering diamonds in the light.
His wife.
For those of you who don't know, Leather and Lace was an Eddie series I started when I first started writing for the fandom. I only posted two chapters, and I just fell out of writing it. It was something I was holding close to me, and I wanted to really tell it right. I've been poking at it a lot lately, and the story has changed so much, and I'd love to share it again soon. But for now, have a little blurb from it tomorrow, and I'd really love to hear what you think. This Eddie is a childhood best friend, an enemy, a stranger, and hopefully, one day, a lover. Okay, anyways, happy voting!
*voting will close at 10am CST tomorrow, 10/3
#superbly subpar's writing#trick or treat freaks 💛#steve harrington#modern!steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington smut#steve harrington fic#a we'll call it love blurb#we'll call it love
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[ID: a 2 page comic of high school teru, mob, tome, onigawara, and goda from mob psycho 100. they are wearing the red uniforms that tome wears at the end of season 3. they are all standing in the hallway near some lockers, teru walks past mob, tome, goda and onigawara and says "hey kageyama", mob says "hi hanazawa!" and teru says, "wanna come over to my place again?". in the next panel, teru has walked a little further ahead, closer to the camera and slightly looking over his shoulder. mob says, "oh, okay!" teru says, "okay, see you after school kageyama" and mob says, "yeah, see you!". onigarawa and tome start to snicker. in the third panel, it is framed one tome, onigawara and goda. tome says, "wow, looks like mob has a date tonight," onigawara says, "hell yeah! go get him, shadow leader!" and goda says, "really? that's great kageyama!" mob is slightly off camera, you can just see below his nose as he sports an embarrassed, shocked look. in the fourth panel, mob turns around, nervously scratching the back of his head. he says. "haha!! what, uh, what are you talking about? hanazawa and i are just hanging out!"
in the next page, first panel, tome looks slightly peeved, saying, "do you really expect me to believe that? you are over at his place all the time, all you do is oogle at him all day." onigawara says, "you best not lie to tome like that, she can see through everything," mob waves his hand around, hunched over slightly, saying, "wh- no!! I'm not lying-" in the second panel, it is framed on teru who is opening his locker, looking back at the conversation happening behind him. tome says, "yeah right! ooo, good morning kageyama-kun, wanna come over to my place after school? oh, of course hanazawa-kun! i would love nothing more than to spend time with you!!!" in the third panel, onigawara and tome are making smoochy faces and faking kissing noises. goda looks slightly annoyed and says, okay okay, cut it out, you guys are embarrassing kageyama." mob is covering his face which is now beet red, saying, "oh my god..." in the fourth panel, the camera is inside terus locker, facing him. he is pulling out a book, having a look of disbelief at the conversation. he thinks, "am i really hearing this?" END ID]
#mp100#mob psycho 100#mp100 fanart#mob psycho 100 fanart#terumob#teruki hanazawa#shigeo kageyama#tome kurata#tenga onigawara#musashi goda#marlsart
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Old Photos
When Simon and you got married,your friend had bought you a photo album to ‘fill with memories’
Now,four years later,you and Simon are flipping through the photo book after your baby girl went to bed.
“Look at ya,lovie. So stunning.” Simon smiles,pointing to a photo of you on your honeymoon.
“I used to be so pretty.” You whisper,looking down at the photo of you at the beach.
“Used to?” Simon’s eyebrows flew up,comically high. If it wasn’t for the frown on his face,you’d think he was faking offense.
When you stayed silent,he presses on. “Lovie,you’re still beautiful.”
“Baby,I’m covered in baby food and I’m disheveled. As much as I love baby girl,she’s messy.” You kiss his cheek,flipping the page.
His eyebrow’s furrowed deeper. While you see a ‘mess’,he sees the women who gave birth to his baby,the one who could make his day even better,and the one who could take all of him.
“Respectfully,lovie,shut up.” His voice growled softly in your ear,shutting the book and setting it down. “Now,let me prove how sexy I find my wife.”
#shitpost#simon ghost riley#cod mw2#simon riley x reader#ghost x female reader#ghost smut#ghost x reader
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Destroy your past before it can destroy you (again)
#fallen hero#fhr#my art#fhr sidestep#fallen hero sidestep#Damian Becerra#sidestep#Blight#my fake comic book covers
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The Odyssey: Funny Moments
Most of you liked my "The Iliad: Funny Moments" post, so I decided to make this one as well.
1. When Telemachus asks Odysseus what kind of help they have for taking down the suitors, Odysseus basically says, "We've got Zeus and Athena on our side. Are you sure that'll be enough?"
2. "Brother, who blinded you?" "Nobody! Nobody did!" "...Then we're going to go back to sleep."
Taken to the logical extreme in a comic book adaptation where Odysseus and his men gave him fake names:
"Brother, who blinded you?"
"Nobody! Idontknow! Idontcare! Or maybe... Idontremember!"
"So that's why they called him Polyfool."
3. After his crew opened the bag of winds thinking it had treasure and caused a huge storm, Odysseus briefly considers suicide as valid as an option to preserving through hardship.
4. The sheer, mind-boggling, testicle-shriveling amount of crap that Odysseus and his crew get put through when trying to get back to Ithaca can be viewed as hilarious in a cringe comedy kind of way. By the time Odysseus gets home and realizes that his wife has been badgered and harangued by suitors for a decade one could be forgiven for thinking that his wanton slaughter of them all was less about their violation of guest rights and more just blowing off some steam on a morally unambiguous target.
5. When briefly visiting the Underworld, Persephone allows Odysseus to talk with his mother and other dead people. Odysseus is absolutely terrified of her and dreads staying too long and incurring her wrath, running back to his ship fearful that she'll sic Medusa's head on him.
6. One of Odysseus's crew randomly dies by falling off a roof after a night of heavy drinking. Everyone else gets to be killed by horrible monsters and the wrath of the gods, but he instead gets to be a posthumous reminder about the dangers of alcoholism. Even better, after his death he berates Odysseus for not burying him properly when our hero goes to Hades!
7. On the way back to Ithaca, Telemachus asks a favor of Nestor's son Pisistratus, and proceeds to invoke two generations of friendship to get some help dodging Nestor's aggressive hospitality.
8. Penelope asks a disguised Odysseus to interpret a dream she had. It turns out that during the dream, one of its characters explicitly explained what it all represented, and Odysseus just repeats it back to her.
9. While disguised as a human, Athena goes to the trouble of giving a plausible explanation for her departure... then promptly blows her cover by turning into a bird and flying away in front of a boggling Nestor and Telemachus.
10. Penelope's tricks against the suitors, of which the two best known are:
At one point, she told the suitors she'd choose her next husband after she'd finish weaving a burial shroud for Odysseus's father Laërtes... And every night, she'd undo her work. She strung them along for three years and would have continued had an unfaithful maid not exposed her.
On page we see her daring them to replicate one of Odysseus's feats: she put twelve axes on the ground so that the rings in the handle would align and gave them Odysseus' unstrung bow and arrows, and told them that whoever could use that bow toshoot an arrow through all the rings would be her next husband.She also forgot to tell them it was a recurve bow that the suitors wouldn't even recognize when at rest, let alone string.
A lesser-known ploy is when she calls out the suitors for freeloading off her husband's estate instead of courting her with lavish gifts. They rush to present her with gifts, while the disguised Odysseus watches with delight.
11. Athena's response when Odysseus fails to recognize her in disguise and tells her a backstory he came up with on the spot is essentially "That's my liar! There he is!"
Credits: TV Tropes
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The most hilarious thing in the world to me is watching all the right wing morons freaking out over X-Men 97 being “woke” and accidentally revealing that they have in fact never read an X-Men comic book and if they watched the old cartoon at all, it was only in passing and they never paid attention to it.
I’m not even talking about the fact that the X-Men have always met their definition of “woke”, even from the very beginning. No, I’m talking about the utterly baffling number of straight up factual errors I see them spouting. It’s absolutely embarrassing. They present themselves as fans, and are the exact type of guys who would gatekeep comics and assume any random woman in a comic store is a “fake fan”, but they have no clue about some of the most iconic elements from both the comics and the old cartoon!
I watched a video by a guy who had no idea Morph was a character in the old cartoon, and had never even heard of the Age of Apocalypse (one of the most famous X-Men stories in existence). I watched another by a guy freaking out over Storm’s Mohawk, not realizing it’s part of one of her most iconic looks from the 80’s. He showed a picture of her in her first costume from the comics (on a cover of X-Men Classic of all things) that looked way sexier than she was normally drawn when wearing that costume. Then said they “toned down” her look for the original cartoon, not knowing that her cartoon look was an exact replica of her look in the comics when the cartoon was made. They didn’t tone down anything. That was just what she looked like in the comics at the time.
The new cartoon is great. And I say this as a person who was totally obsessed with the old cartoon to the point that it worried my parents. To the point that I (a super calm and well behaved child) threw a massive tantrum when I realized the VCR had failed to record a new episode while I wasn’t home and cried on the couch for hours. To the point that my entire family still, to this day, knows every character’s name (and real name!) without ever watching the show because I talked about it so much.
I’ve never had a problem with “fake fans” of anything, because I figure if you fake something like that, odds are good that you’ll end up genuinely getting into whatever you’re pretending to like. And more fans of something is always a good thing in my book. But when those fake fans are actively trashing something I love just to grift to their narrow minded audiences, using completely false information, it’s ridiculous.
Honestly I wish I could just force these guys to read any storyline from Claremont’s 80’s run. It doesn’t even matter which one. They’re all solid gold. But maybe reading something so freaking great would open their tiny minds just a little bit.
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so doomed
summary:
when Ethan stumbles upon the reader’s hilariously odd kink by accident, he can’t help but tease her mercilessly.
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It was one of those rare quiet evenings, the kind where the world outside felt hushed and forgotten. You were curled up on the couch, scrolling through your phone, while Ethan Landry sat cross-legged on the floor nearby. He was supposed to be helping you study, but instead, he’d been spinning a pen between his fingers, a smirk tugging at his lips like he was dying to cause trouble.
“Hey, you’re staring at the same page for, like, ten minutes,” Ethan said, voice teasing. “Did the words suddenly turn into hieroglyphics or…?”
You rolled your eyes, trying not to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. “I’m fine, Ethan. Some of us don’t need constant distractions.”
Ethan grinned. “Who said I was a distraction?” He leaned back, hands resting lazily on his knees. His dark eyes glinted with mischief as he tilted his head to look at you.
“You’re always a distraction,” you muttered under your breath.
That was all the opening he needed. Ethan’s grin turned wolfish. “Ohhh, I’m a distraction, huh? Well, if I’m gonna get blamed for it…” Before you could process what was happening, he reached over and plucked the textbook out of your lap. “…then I might as well make it worth your while.”
“Ethan, don’t you dare—”
He ignored you completely, flipping through the book at random and reading in a voice that could only be described as obnoxiously dramatic, ‘Chapter five: Understanding basic psychological principles…’”
His tone deepened comically, dripping with mock seriousness. “Pay attention now. This is riveting stuff.”
You lunged to grab it back, but Ethan shifted his weight, pulling the book just out of your reach. You scrambled forward, close enough now that you were practically hovering over him. That’s when he did it—an innocent little thing that shouldn’t have sent heat crawling up your neck.
He looked up at you, holding the book high above his head, and said in a low, smooth voice, “C’mon. Ask nicely.”
You froze.
Something about the way he said it—soft, teasing, with that irritatingly perfect smirk, made your brain short-circuit. Your face went hot, and your mouth opened, but no words came out. Ethan blinked, his smug grin faltering slightly as he took in your reaction.
“Wait…” His brows knit together, and then oh no. His grin was back, bigger than ever. “Did that—did that just fluster you?”
“What? No!” you blurted, far too quickly.
Ethan leaned forward, squinting at you like you were a science experiment. “Oh my god. It did.” He looked thrilled. “I just told you to ask nicely, and you—” His voice dropped again, mocking you. “You got all flustered! Is this—do you have, like, a thing for—”
“Ethan, I swear—”
“Oh, you do, don’t you?” He practically cackled, his face lit up like he’d just won the lottery. “What is it, huh? Is it the bossy thing? Or—wait—” He put on his best fake serious voice again. “Is it when someone tells you what to do?”
You shot him a glare, cheeks burning hotter by the second. “I will end you, Ethan.”
But Ethan was relentless. “Oh my god. I’ve cracked the code.” He leaned closer, smirking like he’d just discovered your darkest secret. “You like that, don’t you? That’s your thing.”
You opened your mouth to deny it, because of course you were going to deny it but the words caught in your throat. Ethan’s grin faltered for just a second, and he narrowed his eyes, watching you closely.
“Wait… is it actually true?”
You couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t breathe.
“No. Way.” He let out a disbelieving laugh, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe his luck. “This is amazing. You’re amazing.”
“I hate you,” you muttered, covering your face with your hands.
Ethan’s laughter was bright and unrelenting as he fell back against the couch. “Oh, this is the best day of my life. I’m never letting you live this down.” He looked up at you, eyes dancing with amusement, but something else, too—something sharper and darker, like he was tucking the knowledge away for later.
And when he said, just to push your buttons one last time, “Be good and sit back down,” you didn’t miss the way he watched your reaction like a hawk, nor the satisfied smirk when you obeyed without even thinking.
You were so doomed.
#ethan landry#ethan landry x reader#ethan landry x you#scream 6#jack champion#ethan landry imagine#ethan landry fanfiction
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Hi, I hope you're doing well.🤗 I absolutely love your relationships HC.🤩 I don't want to be rude, but could I request from Toma!Chifuyu and Tenjiku!Kakucho (my favorite boys)? Thank you very much.❤️
HI! thanks for the request, hope you have a good day 💜 you didn't specify the theme of the hcs, so I'll use the basic one as it would be in a relationship (if I made a mistake, tell me immediately, I'll correct it and do the theme you like most!) Furthermore, I'm still not used to making two characters in one post, so as soon as I have 2 free minutes I will post the part dedicated to kakucho :)
𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒!!
— Matsuno Chifuyu in a relationship HCS ᡣ𐭩
He's clearly the kind of guy who learned everything slightly romantic he does from a romantic manga he read. He's canonically a fan of Ai Yazawa, the creator of Nana, so who knows, maybe sooner or later he'll give you some glasses with strawberries
It seems impossible but he asks Takemichi for advice on how to deal with you. We all know that Takemichi isn't exactly the person with the most self-esteem in a relationship, however he has always helped Chifuyu, despite sometimes getting into trouble for stupid mistakes. Hanagaki had advised him to get you some flowers to give you after school, but he got the ones you're allergic to. He panicked when he saw you sneeze so many times in a row while you told him to move the flowers away from you
He's slightly unsure of himself, but he doesn't show it. As a result, he feels slight jealousy which he hides quite well, he knows that you would never cheat on him and therefore he represses this side of him because he knows that it is useless. Maybe when he doesn't succeed he'll show off a little more, perhaps resting his head on yours or giving you a few pinches on the side
A typical date might be at a comic book store. He would like to spend time with you at his side while you talk about the comics you are reading or would like to read, and I don't know why but I can see him showing you the cover of a romantic manga where the two protagonists are while he says "this could be us"
Your first kiss wasn't actually planned, or at least not for him. It was Baji who insisted that he had to kiss you, he didn't agree because he wanted you to take the first step and he didn't want to force you anyway, Baji ignored it and pushed him against you. As luck would have it, the impact made you kiss
More than a few times he faked his condition after a fight. You have an unwritten rule that says that after every fight he has to call you, because you want to know if he's okay or not. He often says he feels fine even when he has a few broken bones. He hates seeing you worry about him, so he tries to lie as best he can
You automatically entered the group formed by him and Baji. You're both his two favorite people, so why not all of you hang out together? You often go on long motorbike rides, you and Chifuyu on his motorbike and Baji on his, or you simply like to while away the hours at the arcade in Shibuya
The first time you went to his house, the first person, or rather animal, that welcomed you was Peke J: he immediately approached and started meowing. You spent a few hours with the cat on your lap while petting it, while Chifuyu whispered that you were giving more attention to the cat than to your boyfriend
He's the type to celebrate every date, even a stupid one. For example, it was precisely midnight and you were sleeping when you received a phone call from him. You asked him why he called you so late, which was unusual because if he called you it was before you went to bed. He, extremely happy, said he had called you because it was the date when for the first time, two years earlier, you had sat together in class, but at the time you weren't even friends, therefore not even engaged. You wanted to insult him, but you admit it was nice
I don't know why but I see him as someone who LOVES matching clothes. Like, if you casually told him that you're going to show up on a date in a beige dress, he'll do anything to find something beige in his closet. He finds it a nice thing to do as a couple
#tokrev#tokyo revenger x reader#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers x you#headcanon#tokyo revengers x reader#tr x y/n#tokyorev x reader#tokyorev x you#tr x reader#chifuyu matsuno#chifuyu x reader#tokyo revengers chifuyu#tr chifuyu#chifuyu x you#tr x you#tokyo revengers headcanons#tr headcanons#tokrev x y/n#tokrev chifuyu#tokrev x you#tokrev x reader#tokyo rev x reader#tokyo rev x you#tokyo rev x y/n#tokyo rev chifuyu#chifuyu x y/n#chifuyu x fem!reader#hcs#chifuyu headcanons
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Made a fake comic book cover for my Spidersona 🩰
#across the spiderverse#my oc art#spiderman across the spiderverse#spidersona#spiderman oc#astv#spider ballerina
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