#the death of the Incredible Hulk

[90ssuperheroes]

[kingoftieland]

Bill Bixby also DIRECTED two of The Incredible Hulk TV movies! 🎬

[idontknowijuststartedsomething]

Eighty something episodes and two movies down

One to go

[scifipinups]

Elizabeth Gracen The Death of the Incredible Hulk (1990)

[gameraboy2]

The Incredible Hulk (1977), "A Death in the Family"

[highmidvoiddemon]

Death Battle for the Name: Bruce

The different fictional Bruce's all have their strengths, but only one can be the best. If they were all to fight using their different skills and abilities, who would win? Who should keep the name Bruce?

[wanderingmind867]

I hate when minor villains or supporting characters die in comics. I mean, sometimes I'll try and deal, but I never like it. Some examples of this: Janice Cord in Iron Man (I think I can deal with her death, but I still hate it for happening), George Stacy and Gwen Stacy in Spiderman (I can't forgive either of their deaths), I think Glenn Talbot in The Hulk, Lady Dorma in Namor, etc. And then for minor villains, there's so many examples. The Eel, The Ox, The Melter, The Black Knight/Nathan Garret (although at least his death gave us Dane Whitman), etc. I hate it when characters are killed off like this! Hate it, hate it, hate it! So if it's possible for me to do so, I'm always going to try and retcon or ignore all these deaths whenever I think about comics.

PS: Oh, and the obligatory Fuck you to Jim Starlin for killing Captain Mar-Vell. Yeah, I bet it was "cheaper than going to a shrink". You asshole, Jim Starlin. Captain Mar-Vell and Jason Todd both deserved better!

[goodoldfashionedengineer]

I am watching Daisy Jones & the Six rn, a fictional band which was really popular in the 70s but had a fallout and no one answered why, until 20 years later when they interview the band members and people involved with them, a documentary of sorts.

And I love that sort of thing.

So, idea: Bruce was a brilliant scientist and one day, he disappeared from the face of the earth (on the day of the gamma bomb test). They make a documentary about Bruce Banner in the 80s/90s.

None of his still living family members wanted to participate.

They pull in some other people.

Elementary school teacher: "He was gifted from a young age. Always on top of his class. Could read before he was four years old. But he wasn't really sociable. He didn't have any friends, no. The other kids quickly saw him as a target and ganged up on him."

"It was usually his mom who picked him up. Brian Banner, his father, was known to... Not be a pleasant person. A very angry and also insecure man.”

Former neighbor, “The neighborhood wasn't really a community. Except for church services, maybe. But yeah, you could hear screams from the Banner house very often. Mr and Mrs Banner went out a lot and the boy stayed with the Nanny. Highly unpleasant person as well. You didn't see her often but you knew that you just didn't want to talk with her.”

Bartender, “Brian Banner was a regular. Nobody liked him because he got really aggressive when drunk. And loud. He would often complain about his son, making claims about him being a monster. It was at these moments I was glad he was at the bar instead of at home.”

Former neighbor: “Rebecca did sport a black eye every now and then, no amount of make-uo was going to conceal that. Plus she wore long-sleeved shirts even in summer. She was a good woman. She didn't deserve what happened to her. But yes, the clues that something like this could happen were there.”

Reporter: “What happened?”

Police Officer #1: “We got a call. An accident with one person dead. We arrived at the scene and we all knew that this was no accident.”

Police Officer #2: “He was still kneeling beside her bleeding body. His hands, his face, his clothes, they were all covered in blood. I gave him a blanket, guided him away to our car. He didn't show any signs of emotions. But tears were running down his face. Suddenly, he said ‘She didn’t slip. "He killed her’.”

Police Officer #3: “I remember him. I couldn't ever forget that case. I was with him at the station while we waited for his aunt. He was sitting there all alone, wrapped in a blanket so I decided to get him a hot chocolate. You could see that he had it tough in life. There were bruises on his arms, some handshapped. I brought the hot chocolate over to him and he was holding out his arm. Was muttering something along the lines of ‘I can't find it’. I never understood it.”

Reporter: “You were his middle school teacher?”

Teacher #1: “Yes, I was.”

Reporter: “What do you remember about him?”

Teacher #1: “He was a real troublemaker. Not because of his grades, but he would cause scenes because he only ever wanted to work alone, which backfired multiple times. And his constant mumbling!”

Reporter: “Mumbling?”

Teacher: “Yes! He would talk to himself so often, even during class! And then he had the audacity to not even pay attention to the lesson!”

Schoolmate #1: “I was in the same class as him.”

“Ohh, yes, he mumbled to himself so often! Not even himself, his imaginary friend. Imaginary friend! We were teenagers and the guy still had an imaginary friend. Probably because no one else would willingly spend time with him.”

“Hulk. He always called him Hulk, yeah. Even wrote that name down in his notebook he always carried around.”

“He had this notebook and he would write in it whenever he could. Even during class.”

“I don't know what he wrote in it anymore. Some sort of equations.”

Carla, schoolmate: “He stepped in when Ken, the school bully, harrassed me. He didn't have to do that, but he did anyway.”

“Well, they… they beat him up. He had to go to the hospital. Broken ribs. But once he came back, he asked me if I was okay!”

“What I said? Erm, stuff I regret saying. I don't want to talk about it. We were teenagers and I had a lot to deal with already. I had my own insecurities and your reputation was really important back in school. It wasn't fair, yes, but I was just a girl.”

“He was a good person. Sure, he was weird, but he did not deserve to be bullied. Nobody does.”

Reporter: “How do you know Bruce Banner?”

Former college student #1: “We were roommates during college.”

Reporter: “What was he like?”

Former college student #1: “Smart. Passionate. Awkward. He was great at what he did, a real favorite amongst teachers. He studied with Stoddard, another gamma scientist. Stoddard was always jealous of Banner, because he worked much harder but Banner was the one who got all the praise.”

“It wasn't that Banner was lazy, he was just a genius who just instantly understood everything it seemed. When he had a problem, he would immediately try to solve it.”

Reporter: “How do you know Bruce Banner?”

“We were friends during college.”

“We had a study group in college and we would spend the weekends together too sometimes.”

“We were all nerds, which is why it was so easy to talk together. The rest? They didn't understand us. But we understood each other.”

Former college student #3: “We had fun sharing our interests, sharing knowledge, getting into rambles, going into hypothetical scenarios.”

Former college student #2: *rubbing the back of his neck* “What we would do in our free time together? Ehh.”

Former college student #3: “Drugs.”

Former college student #2: “It was the 70s and burnt out college students. I’m sure that’s all that you need.”

Former college student #1: “Once, I hadn't seen him for three days. I didn't think much of it until he came back. He looked really shaken up and spaced-out. Told me he was at a cafe three towns over. Apparently he had no idea how he got there and just walked back.”

“If he went to parties? Usually not. Except when he did. See, most of the time he was really timid. He was sure of himself, but still introverted. But when he did go out? The guy went all the way. Would even ask me if I wanted to come with him, which I declined. He was like a completely different person.”

Former college student #2: “We had a great time together. Parties were so fun! He really knew how to charm the ladies. It was like Clark Kent and Superman, one second an unassuming guy, the next, he knew how to read the room and what to say to people to get what he wants as if he could read their minds.”

Former college student #3: “Sometimes we would drive to a casino, he would make some money and afterwards we would get something to eat.”

Former college student #2: “And sometimes… Sometimes it seemed more like possession than a superpower. I remember one time we were in the car, mentally not 100% present and he asked really panicked ‘Where am I? How did I get here?’. And that whole confident demeanor? It was gone.”

Former college student #1: “Yes, this was not the only occurrence. Sometimes he would become… childish? He would talk in a few word sentences. I blamed it on sleep deprivation but when I asked him about it, he told me he didn't remember.”

Journalist: “What happened after Dr. Banner’s college time is mostly speculation. What we do know is that he tried to get funding for his research but was declined. As to what his idea consisted of, we have no idea. Eventually he would join the government and this was the last officially known thing about him. His contact with friends and family members became less and less. Of course, he had co-workers that would probably know more, but even the ones working with him are mostly classified and the ones we do know of were unable to be contacted. Eventually a missing person report was filed - and immediately closed. Did he die? Is he held captive? Did he see something he was not supposed to see? As of now, we don't have the answers. But there is hope that we one day will.”

[tuttle-did-it]

Murder She Wrote guest stars for 'O'Malley's Luck' S6 E18

Jay Acovone (Stargate SG1, Lethal Weapon, NCIS, General Hospital, Leverage, etc)

Pat Hingle (1989 Batman and 90s sequels, Life Goes On, Matlock Trapper John, MD, Magnum PI, etc)

Carolyn Seymour (Star Trek TNG, VOY, Babylon 5, Father Dowling Investigates, Matlock, now primarily voice actor- Dr Who radio plays Agatha Christy video games, etc)

Philip Sterling (Death of the Incredible Hulk, Caroline in the City, NYPD Blue, Matlock, Wonder Years, Perry Mason TV movies, St Elsewhere, Golden Girls, Magnum PI, M*A*S*H, Night Court etc.)

aired Mar 25, 1990

[yobro989]

Favorite Dragon Ball Death Battle

To simplify things I only included what I perceive as the modern death battles as the options on Tumblr are limited.

[mordenheim]

Fictober 2023 24: “Is it over? Is it really over?”

Betty stared back at the crackling flames. The laboratory looked like a gigantic bonfire as she slowly backed away. She turned towards her father, wrapping her arms tightly around him as tears poured down her cheeks.

Thaddeus held his daughter close as he stared into the flames. Being in the military as long as he had, having the rank he'd attained he had to do many horrible things in his life bit this, this felt the worst. He stroked her hair, trying to comfort her as she wept against his chest. His heart ached for her loss, and his own.

“Is it over? Is it really over?” she asked, finally turning her head up to look into his eyes. The pain he witnessed in his daughter's eyes was almost more than he could bear.

He nodded as he forced himself to meet her gaze. “It's over. It was for the best, I promise...”

“Oh, daddy....” She buried her face against the old man like she did when he was a child and he just held her, wishing with every moment he could take away her pain, just take it all on himself.

“Betty...” He kissed her forehead like he did when she was little, “Oh Betty... I...”

“B...E...T...T..Y....” came a guttural whisper from somewhere in the flames.

“No... it can't...” He held his daughter close, not wanting her to see. “Betty. I want you to walk away from here. You walk away and you don't look back no matter what.”

“What? b.. but...”

He held her at arms length looking into her eyes. He hated to do this, but he didn't have any choice. He turned off his loving father persona, only the soldier remaining. “You do what I said and don't ask questions. You go and go now, missy.”

Tears welling up in her eyes again, fresh pain and this time anger flashed in them. A hatred for him he hadn't seen from her since she was a teenager. It hurt him just as much now as it did then but nothing showed on his stoic face. He stood and watched her run away from him for the last time.

“B..ETT..Y..”

A look of grim determination on his face, Thaddeus marched back towards the ruin. He could feel the heat on his skin from almost a hundred feet away. He gritted his teeth as he saw the rubble shift and move. A gigantic charred hand pushed up from the rubble, green blood that gave off a faint, sickly glow dripping from the cracked flesh. It looked smaller now, weaker than it had but still huge.

He snatched up a broken length of pipe, ignoring the pain as the metal seared his hands. He marched through the ruins toward where the creature was crawling out of the wreckage. He held his makeshift weapon at the ready, sharp point aimed down towards the shifting chunks of concrete.

The face that pushed up from the destruction was a shock. The eyes were blind, ruined by the intense heat that was blistering the military man's skin even now. It was charred on one side and the other half was a sickly green and larger than any man's, the brow sloping and the jawline jutting out, but he was in there, his features were prominent.

“BETTY!! WHERE ARE YOU?!” The creature roared out in agony. Not just physical pain, but heartbreak.

Doing what he does best, Thaddeus Ross hardened his heart and did what he had to do, slamming the broken length of metal downwards and silencing the cries once and for all. He stood there panting for a moment before turning and staggering away from the flames.

“Bruce...” He muttered under his breath. Today he had likely lost a daughter, but he had been forced to kill a son.

[comicwaren]

This week on Marvel Comics (30th August 2023):

Blade Vol. 5 #002

Cult of Carnage: Misery #004

Death of the Venomverse #003

Incredible Hulk Vol. 4 #003

Moon Knight Annual Vol. 4 #001 (One-shot)

Ms. Marvel: The New Mutant #001 (NEW!)

Star Wars: Bounty Hunters #037

Ultimate Invasion #003

Wolverine Vol. 7 #036

[rwac96]

My writing prompt for you today,

Hulk vs Thragg’s Viltrumite Empire!

The “Worldbreaker” vs the strongest alien race from the world of Invincible.

Viltrumites are essentially a weak combination of Kryptonians and Saiyans, they possess great power and get stronger every time they survive a near-death experience, but Hulk would smash them all!

Hulk can die, but he will always revive through the green door. Hulk and Bruce are an unstoppable force from Hell that can’t be caged so easily, unless they want to be.

If Thragg and his army were to try and fight Hulk, they might beat him by a thread, but Hulk would revive and finish them off before they could recover! They’d show Thragg who really is “the Strongest One There Is!”

Say Hulk ends up on the Viltrumite home planet and rampages, only to be seemingly killed by Thragg, who begins to berate his soldiers for failing to stop a mindless beast.

Thragg will then claim that it was easy for him to do so, since he’s “The strongest one there is” only for the not-so-mindless beast to get up, his wounds having healed and ask with a feral smirk, “You sure about that?” They then proceed to go all out, with Thragg’s empire being reduced to nothing but ashes and rocks, and he gazes upon the Green Goliath in shock, before his head is smashed open like a bloody piñata, ending his cruel reign upon the universe.

The dreaded roar of the Incredible Hulk echoed throughout the skies of the Viltrumite Homeworld. What is considered an omen and a sign to flee on Earth, to the race of conquerors, was a challenge. They charged toward the rampaging Green Goliath, who tore through them. He leaped into the air, tossing soldiers around like rag dolls; splattering the advanced city in their blood. The Hulk crash lands once more, pummelling through a horde of Viltrumites.

As the Hulk raises his bare foot over an injured Viltrumite, he was struck by a red & white, speeding blur. The jade giant bounced a few times, then is struck with a devastating left hook to his jaw. Hulk roared in anger, punching General Thragg. The murderous despot responds by driving his right fist into the Gamma Giant's chest, causing dark green blood to spew from his maw. The Hulk lay limp, seemingly dead. He drops to the ground, turning his glare to his soldiers.

"This was what gave you trouble?!" He points to the defeated beast, enraged at his soldiers. "I took him down easily, you weak pathetic wretches!" Thragg spat, berating those who fought for him, those who survived but had gruesome injuries from the battle. "It is to be expected for my victory to be swift. I am the strongest of this universe!"

"You? The strongest," the deep, guttural voice of the seemingly mindless beast spoke. The beast Thragg thought he had slain, The Hulk, rose up to his feet, his wounds closing up. "You sure about that?" The Green Goliath said with a smirk, his eyes glowing brightly.

General Thragg found himself struck with a heavy left hook to his jaw, being hurled away. The shockwave of the punch reduced the city around them to rubble. The soldiers around the pair were crushed and reduced to bloody, red mist. Hulk jumped after his opponent, and the Viltrumite stops himself from hurling wildly. He thrusts his left fist at the Monster, who launches his own at the conqueror. Their fists met, creating another destructive shockwave. The earth around them quaked, and the planet violently shook. Buildings came tumbling down, and Viltrumites who didn't flee were crushed underneath the ruination of the civilization.

They traded blow after blow, making Viltrum shake and tremble due to the aftermath of their fists meeting. Though, Hulk began to gain the upper hand, as Thragg became bloodied and beaten. The green-skinned beast grabbed the General, slamming him down onto the earth. He smashed his fists onto his torso, causing blood to spew from his maw over and over again. Thragg's vision was blurry, but he saw his empire crumbling down all around him. His body was battered and broken by what he thought was a mindless, dull creature. The General turned around, seeing the Hulk's fists raised once more. The last thing he saw was a blur of green, as his head was cracked open like a bloody piñata. Hulk roared in triumph, as his opponent lay dead in the ruins of his empire. His brutal reign upon the universe had come to an end.

[warlordgab]

Death Battle Kickstarter campaign

Many people are already familiar with the Web Show "Death Battle," the Internet series that pits two pop culture characters against each other in a researched fight to see who would win

During the years the show has been going it had grew on a lot of people, from those looking for entertainment and epic animations to even veteran Vs. debaters (even though they don't always agree with the results)

The show was first hosted by ScrewAttack until 2019, and kept growing under RoosterTeeth, to the point it has a huge and devoted community, and often popped up in the YouTube trends

Omni-man Vs. Homelander, one of the most popular episodes of the show

However, on May 15, 2024, RoosterTeeth officially closed its doors. Leaving the fate of Death Battle up in the air.

That was until one of the creators the show, Ben Singer, announced that they acquired the rights to the show. Death Battle is now going independent, and to make that happen, they started to raise money through a Kickstarter campaign to fully revive the show...

The campaign had set multiple goals, which each goal securing more episodes, and some even unlocked rewards for those who contribute to the campaign. By the time you're reading this post, there are only two more goals to reach:

If you're fan of the show, or just someone supportive of this kind of projects, we need your help to secure the future of Death Battle, so we can enjoy the unique content they provide, to everyone from casual viewers to hardcore Vs. debaters, for years to come

Bill Cipher Vs. Discord, their best "sprite" fight from 2023

Every little bit you can donate to the campaign is highly appreciated, and if you can't support Death Battle through such means, please spread the voice and tell everyone you know about this show and the Kickstarter

And who knows? A show or character you love may get a chance to shine and even win in a future episode

I'll end this post with one of my personal favorite episodes:

Let's save Death Battle

[gameraboy2]

Hulk vs. Bear

The Incredible Hulk (1977), "A Death in the Family"

[soapcloth]

Statue!Ghost x reader - pt 2

CW: 18+ MDNI, noncon/dubcon elements, size kink, horror aspects, scopophobia, temporary loss of movement, derealization(?), large insertion, reader gets fingered by a statue pt 1 - not edited - dividers -> @/cafekitsune

It’s been getting worse. 

Ever since you became fearful of a giant marble statue prowling around your place of work, the duration of your shifts would stretch out- mangled and twisted by his presence. No one would pass through the warehouse, causing the towering labyrinth of stock to feel more like an ancient crypt than a museum's storage. 

In light of the phrase 'Out of sight, out of mind.' you had employed the company of a radio that hadn't seen daylight since the nineties to chase away the dread laving across your spine. It helped at first, finally letting you plug away at work, but it was shortlived- only lasting a moment before all sounds started to slowly wither away, leaving only you, your thoughts, and the distant scraping echo.

You couldn't decide which you disliked more; when you’d look away only to find him contorted into a new position, or when you actually saw it happen. Things that big, things with no fibrous muscle or supporting bone to speak of should not be able to move.

The hulking figure was fond of defying nature. 

He had begun to do something much worse than the previous two options, though. The first time you experienced it, there was a quiet rolling noise, distant and unfamiliar. Your base instincts screamed at you not to look, and yet.

He was in a new pose this time, playfully holding his skull-shaped death mask against his face. That itself would not have been too bad if not for the two gaping black pits where his unblinking gaze had resided Two eyes, wet as your own and boasting irritated veins peered at you from the hollow holes through blown, pitch black irises. Following you. 

Slowly, accompanied by the low hum of moving stone, the mask lowered to reveal his usual carved visage. Nothing was stated out loud but you could tell that against your will, something had shifted. 

He approached, agonizingly slowly, but directly and with thundering footfall. He knelt down before you, head swiveling as he got closer inorganically. You could hear laboured breath whistling through the notch in his still lips, examining it at this angle revealed a small hole that hadn't been there before. This alerted you to a fact that gave you pause- below thick stone skin there was a cavity with room to accommodate something you couldn’t possibly begin to fathom rattling around inside him. The thought sat at your eyes, too difficult to be transmitted through their receptors into your brain beyond a surface level acknowledgment. 

Up close, you could see that his motions were not as smooth as you had initially assumed; every inch moved labourous, awkward, and accompanied by the incremental jerk. 

He would get closer until his lips, though much larger, were level with your own. 

The contact came contradictorily, both expected- welcomed, and unheralded, an ice water shock to your system.

Something in your mind that had rationalized him as a thing had told you he was of flesh like you, but the kiss was chilled and unmoving. Stone fingers digging into the cement floor told you he was expecting reciprocity, leaving you with no other options but to accomodate embarassingly and press warm lips to stone. 

His marble head nudged to the side softly, leading you like a lamb to the notch. Your lips slowed as you were hit with the nausea that accompanied peering into a hollow otherside, too dark to see anything in there- and there was something in there.

All at once, you were accosted by visions of a man, a victor- every glimpse lasting only microseconds and each one incredibly overwhelming. 

Dizzy. 

You fell back with a crawling sense of paralysis taking over your body, and with a freezing touch, more gentle and reverent than you could have ever expected- he cradled you, dragging his big body back to his ornate podium to pet and nudge at you, head uncannily tilting with curiousity for each sound he managed to pull from you. 

Pulseless fingers prodded at you as you looked up at him and for a passing moment, he was man, both of the earth and grounded as a large finger slipped under your shirt, soft grit tracing at your belly. For a passing moment, expressionless monochromatic eyes were those of man too, incredibly melancholic and lonely before the emotion vanished, gone all to soon. 

Your monolith breathed as his finger curled downwards, dipping into your undergarments, playing with the hidden flesh, absorbing your warmth for himself. 

His touch heated, and you could hear distant cheers of a battle hard won and a band- no, a single instrument, perhaps a lyre? It sounded far off and intimate, but it was there; it's dulcet tones swimming around your head.

A big, warm hand fussed with your pussy, pumping in and out with an unspoken worship.

Too focused on the feeling, you could only barely make out his deep voice murmuring as he talked you through his touches, the blurred looming silhouette of your giant somehow bigger made mortal than he ever seemed in his effigy. 

With heavy lids you blinked, and then through your bleary gaze you caught sight of those crystal clear bloodshot eyes set over a black void on his undefined face. You gasped, pulling away as he examined you, invasive and unwelcome gaze the only thing you could make out of his vague form. Like you had been scorched by fire, suddenly all you could feel was the hot freeze of a stone finger dug inside your folds, pumping you full. he continued to nudge around inside you experimentally, stretching you out far beyond anything you were accustomed to. he kept the same deep and agonizingly deliberate pace as you writhed beneath his bulk, squinting as humid, laboured Shallow breath fanned your face, painting you in a wet sheen. You clenched around the solid intrusion; crying out as you came on the numbingly cold marble that met your skin.

You panted, sprawled across stone with swelling lungs as you gazed upwards at the silent image of a man. Coming to, you blinked as sunlight bled in through the raised skylights, soaking the back of his head in a white glow. He stared back through unmoving spheres as you gave a shaky, torturous heave, pulling yourself off him. Ache scorched your inner muscles as you staggered through the warehouse and to the stairwell doors. As with all things relating to him, the sting only got worse the more you acknowledged it. Pushing the pain to the back of your mind, you stumbled towards your waypoint, everything around you becoming more tangible as ambient sounds flooded and warmed your ears. You didn’t look back at the carved idol, but that was fine- watchful eyes would find you through troubled dreams.