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shiningstages · 3 years

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❪ ˙˖ ♡ . 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬.

Muse Chosen: Barawa

1. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚?

Multiple different smokes - Gunpowder from a recent scuffle, the tobacco of his pipe that smells like cherry wood, and the smoked roast he and his dog had for dinner. Sweat and any grime he gets into are bound to cling to him, yet it’s surprising how well he can clean it off, and if it wasn’t for his smoking he could always smell like fresh linen. Occasionally there’s a earthy, woody musk that wafts off of him, but only if he’s about to go anywhere he deems needing such a scent.

2. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚’𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚?

Large hands that could crush your own in a handshake (and sometimes does, though it’s purely an accident through his excitement, he swears). You can practically feel every fiber of muscle with every movement, yet such in-depth feeling is somewhat blocked by rough skin that has never had proper care until a recent assistant had started to fuss. Little scars are here and there, mostly from his first years in the military and learning how to properly take care of his weapons years before that. On particularly rough working days, you could probably scratch patches of dead skin off with your nails, or notice Barawa doing it himself without noticing, but the former would make him quite embarrassed.

3. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙮?

Whatever’s on the menu for breakfast (aka whatever he can scrounge up), with maybe a few pitstops here and there for a snack throughout the workday, before having whatever meat dish available to him for dinner to share between Buddy and Sarya, and alcohol in equal quantity. If money’s tight or business has got him down (either too busy or too stumped to eat), all meals are forgone and only drinks can satisfy his weary heart, until either Sarya or his stomach tell him otherwise, at which point he makes sure both Sarya and Buddy are good first before he sulks off somewhere for a meal at some bar or a certain cafe...

4. 𝘿𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚?

Well his seiyuu has the vocals; makes my heart swoon for real y’all. (Multiple videos for your listening pleasure; also fun tidbit but he also played Japanese Olaf, so have these for some fun. And also this from the 2019 Disney live; I take anything I can get in Shunsuke Takeuchi content and will push out his content whenever possible.)

*Coughs* So, um, yeah I’d say Barawa’s an okay singer. He’ll probably sing songs he learned back in his military days, and probably won’t sing unless really jovial or really drunk on sake, and his singing voice is more on the gruff and raw side, but it’d still warm your heart and make you smile hearing it.

5. 𝘿𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙨?

Like I had said further up, if his hands are really rough or dry, he’ll scratch or peel off the dry skin without even noticing he’s doing it. He will also start speaking louder when nervous (yeah, you didn’t think this guy could get any louder, huh?), though it’s more of embarrassed-nervous than anxious-nervous; he doesn’t actually get the latter feeling too often. What he does often get is frustrated, either by logic puzzles he makes / is made for him to solve and he can’t actually solve anything logical (which has at least resulted in busted down doors and literally ripping apart a guillotine), or by the logic of basic things around him that he forgets time and time again (buying captain alcohol even though at the time they were underaged for starters).

6. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 / 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧?

Detective-type clothes! Though I’ve also considered his fashion a little steampunk as well, though maybe I just get that from his very brown color scheme or his waistcoat. But his usual style is brown/beige designed waistcoat, white button up with sleeves rolled up and shirt never buttoned up all the way (he’s a draph; I can understand his concern if he did try that), long brown pants and brown combat boots (or sometimes the stylish shoes from his light sr), his leather garterbelts on his legs/hip and around his arms (I don’t know what they’re actually called, help) probably to hold very important things, and his ascot.........Because why not an ascot? I like his red one better, so let’s say that’s his usual one. He also wears a hat (fedora-esque and brown) with steampunk-like goggles attached. Occasionally he either pairs it with a regular brown coat, or the fancy brown coat from his light sr. His color palette (minus the red ascot) is really muted or earthy. This is the fashion he wears literally everywhere; he can’t afford other clothes, nor does he desire to buy anymore clothes.

7. 𝙄𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚? 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝? 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙤?

Depends on his state and the person he’s giving the affection to. If it’s anyone younger than him, oh you can bet that they’ll get the headpat or hair ruffle at some point, whether on accident or on purpose, but only if he likes them or trusts them well enough (or, if they’re an actual kid, if they just look like they need it). He’ll also be the type to give you a good slap on the back if you’ve done a good job or he thinks you need some pep in your step, regardless of age. Only if he’s very drunk, very concerned over you / deduce that you need affection immediately, or if he is very comfortable with you as a romantic partner or best friend, will he then go for hugs or cuddles (though for the latter he is always big spoon, no matter what).

8. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙞𝙣?

He’s the type that can sleep practically anywhere and in any position except standing up. In talking about a regular bed, though, it’s usually on his back with either his arms crossed over his chest like he’s mad, or his arms by his side but looking like he could reach for something at any moment. But he’s probably both the heaviest and the lightest sleeper among the crew, depending on what’s happening around them, and can either wake up in an instant or take half the day.

9. 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢?

Oh, absolutely. Not matter where you are in that hallway, you will hear this man muttering/talking up a storm and stomping around, no matter what.

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Tagging: youuuuuuuuu!!!

#;prompts #;no more thinking! ( barawa )#( thank you again hun!! )

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missabigailwyatt · 7 years

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Follow the Demon King

What is it with me and titles? :/ :P Anyway, a fic that is kinda leading onto FinnxAbby. Fangirls, please don’t kill me :O XD Tagging: @allgirlswrestlingclub @helluvawriter @happiness-in-reznor @laochbaineann @moxtiel @gelinas22 @hardcorewwetrash @imaginingwwesuperstars @fan-fiction-galore @imnoaingeal @sisteradelaide @sheevera @blondekel77 @rollinsdar Today was the day she had had her stitches removed and Abigail Wyatt had not felt better about herself in a long time. She looked a little less like someone's broken doll and a little more human, even though the simplest of things still put her in a lot of pain. She'd been sat down for most of the day and at that moment, she appeared to be sitting on one of the equipment boxes backstage. Many of the RAW roster had passed her and acknowledged her but only Finn had stopped to talk to her; sat next to her on the equipment box, he seemed genuinely happy to listen to her as they exchanged words, completely oblivious to the world around them. "Hey, your stitches are gone," Finn commented, looking rather surprised as he finally noticed the lack of black near her eye. "They finally got round to takin' them out, huh?" "Mmm-hmm," she replied, giving a nod as she just about made eye contact with him. "Jericho gave me a fair bit of internal damage, man, but it's all fixed itself now. Well, that's what the doctor was saying anyway." "Makes me wish he was still here on RAW so I could beat the shit out of him for you," he then said, almost snarling. "Careful, man. You're almost sounding like Sheamus there. Besides, he would still be expecting retaliation and the best thing to do is to do nothing. Keeps them on edge. Can get quite fun to watch." He wasn't entirely sure what to think of the dark streak that was showing herself, but he decided not to question it. She was a Wyatt after all; the nicest of the Wyatts, but he guessed even she succumb to the dark charm of the Family ways from time to time. But before he could focus on it too much, his attention then turned to the small, black gift bag that had been by his side for the entirety of their conversation. "Here, I got you this," he began, gently handing it to her. "I was gonna get flowers until I remembered what you said about them dyin' on you too easily." Looking both intrigued and suspicious, Abby began to carefully remove the lid from the box; face lighting up when she saw what was inside, she pulled out a small and fuzzy plush...something. It's big black wings and beady little eyes were big clues though and she soon figured out that it was an adorable, plush bat. "Awwww, Finn," she remarked, giggling a little. "It's so cute. How did you know I like bats?" "I may have been talkin' to your brother again," he replied, smiling warmly at her. "I also asked if it was grand because I know what he's like when it comes to any guy on this roster being nice to you. "I think he trusts you more than, say, Dean," Abby then said, gently poking the bat as she spoke. "So soft. Where did you get this from?" "Never you mind where I got it from, madam," Finn retorted, a chuckle escaping him as he gently took hold of her hat; plopping it on his head, he couldn't help pulling a Bray-esque pose that caused Abby to roll her eyes in good faith. "You're nowhere near fat enough, man." "How dare you, man!" "You just sound like an Irish version of him," she commented, chuckling before doing her best impression of Finn's accent. "Follow the Buzzards, son, they call me Brendan O'Wyatt." "Ok, that wasn't half as over the top and racist as I thought that was going to be," Finn replied, sounding grateful as he gave her a quick hug. "But I'm glad you like the bat." "Hey, I just noticed this bat has a collar," Abby began, gently fiddling with said collar. "There's a heart attached to...for fuck's sake, man, it's made of Lego. Was this bat just an excuse to get more Lego?" "Well you don't think it's stupid for me to play with it," he replied, looking a little embarrassed. On closer inspection, one may have noticed the faint red forming in his cheeks. "Finn, if that means what I think it means then this can't be a joke," the female then said, rather seriously. "Bray would try and kill you either way but if this is genuine then it would be easier for me to calm him down, man." He was silent for a moment, though his expression made it clear that he was choosing his next words wisely. His mouth opened after a few seconds but immediately closed when no words came out; his actions speaking for him as he then quickly kissed Abby on the cheek. "Finn..." "Look, I know I'm not Matt but please, erm, give me a chance," he replied, his nerves showing a little. "You're in luck then," Abby then said, looking a little annoyed but clearly not about Finn. "Me and Matt aren't exactly on speaking terms right now. His loss of the title brought out a few choice words and he ended up insulting Bray. Not just a harmless fat joke either. I just hope he's not turning back into that early Broken self of his." She then gently leant her head on his shoulder, causing him to put his arm around her in return; another kiss on the cheek courtesy of Finn, it was now Abby's turn to go slightly red. "Man," she retorted, shooting an annoyed glance in his direction but there was soon a small, sweet smile on her face as she continued to lean. "I'm prepared to go as slowly as it takes to stop Bray from going on a rampage," he softly said, beginning to stroke her hair. He'd gone to remove her fedora first but then remembered that he was still wearing it. "Keep it on," Abby then said, noticing Finn beginning to take off the fedora from his own head. "You look pretty good with it on. Finn for the win." "Abby for the win," he interjected, gently kissing her again but on the lips this time, causing her face to turn a deeper red. She wasn't easily flustered but she hadn't been expecting it. "Stop that, man," she protested, using the bat to cover her blushing face. "Before someone sees us." "And why would that be a bad...oh. Right. In case that someone is your brother, yeah?" Abby didn't respond but the look on her face said it all. She did like him but she wasn't too comfortable about him showing a lot of affection so early on, especially without her brother's 'blessing'. Some would have argued that she was a grown woman and didn't require Bray's approval but having it certainly made things a lot easier. "I understand," Finn then said, giving her a warm smile. "He probably doesn't want to lose his sister again, especially not to the big, bad Demon King.” Once again, the Wyatt's expression did the talking yet this time, it was a serious look but one that playfully denied his claim of being big and bad. In all honesty, she didn't particularly feel like talking but preferred to just stay leant against the male and enjoy the moment; knowing her luck, she'd soon have to stop, especially if her brother had anything to say about it.

#wwe #wrestling #fanfiction #fanfic #sister abigail #abby wyatt #finn balor #finn x abby

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superman86to99 · 7 years

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Superman: The Man of Steel #22 (June 1993)

REIGN OF THE SUPERMEN CONTINUES! Presenting John Henry Irons, a.k.a. Henry Johnson, a.k.a. Shaq-- uhh, STEEL. John is the big dude we saw emerging from the rubble of the Superman/Doomsday fight in Adventures #500. Now we find out more about his backstory: he was a military weapons designer who quit his job/whole life for some reason, and has been living in Metropolis’ Suicide Slum under an unfindable fake identity (he just switched his first and middle names around). A few weeks ago, John was saved by Superman after falling off a construction site -- so when the Doomsday battle broke out, John decided he should return the favor and save Superman. This didn’t go so well (for anyone), hence the whole “buried in rubble” thing.

(Note the “energy” being passed from Superman to John as he saves him. Artistic license, or something else...?!)

Anyway, once John is out of the hospital from that little incident, he sits down and tells the tale of his namesake John Henry to some Suicide Slum kids (including Superman’s pal, Keith the Unlucky Orphan, because this is a really small neighborhood). As the kids are leaving, they get caught in the middle of a gang fight and one of them is literally fried by some sort of hi-tech gun.

“You BASTARDS!” (Sorry.)

John chases after the gang members, and as they try to kill him for butting into their business, he recognizes their hi-tech weapons as his own design. When he gets out of the hospital (again), John decides to do something about it. With Superman dead, someone has to step up and protect the city, so John forges himself an iron-- uhh, STEEL armor designed for crime-smashing. John debuts his new heroic identity against the same gang from before after they come back to finish the job and firebomb his building.

John kindly asks the gang members where they got such sci-fi-esque weapons. Just as one of them is about to talk, he’s sniped by a mysterious lady with a big-ass gun, “The White Rabbit”. She seems to know John from before, and decides not to kill him because he might be "profitable” in the future. (I’ve got bad news for you, lady.)

Meanwhile, Metropolis is abuzz with news reports of John’s exploits. A psychic lady he saved when that building blew up explains that he’s not “a” man of steel but THE Man of Steel -- according to her, Superman’s spirit has returned from beyond and possessed the body of a man whose own spirit left him (John, after whatever happened that made him leave his old life). The still bed-bound Pa Kent seems convinced, while Lex Luthor Jr. is at least intrigued by the idea, and who knew Superman better than those two? No one. Welcome back, Superman!

Character-Watch:

The White Rabbit actually appeared briefly during John’s segment in Adventures #500, but I forgot to mention it. Here’s a gratuitous shot of her shorts to make up for it.

Plotline-Watch:

Futher evidence that John is the one true Superman: he says that when he was buried in the rubble, he saw "Fog. Angels and demons. I think my grandfather. He didn’t want me to die.” That sounds like a spot-on summary of what Superman’s soul went through in Adventures #500.

Poor Lois Lane’s life is bound to take a turn for the better now that the love of her life has returned: I mean Jeb Friedman, her douchey ex. To be fair, Jeb did wait like a week (comic book time) after Lois’ fiancee was presumed dead before putting the moves on her, so he’s not that bad.

I should also mention that Myra the Orphanage Lady has the hots for John -- she gets a new Halle Berry hairdo when she and Keith visit him in the hospital. You may now begin shipping them.

Lex Luthor Jr. orders his crony Dr. Happersen to find out who’s furnishing street gangs with futuristic weaponry. That’s his job, dammit!

And my job here is done, so click below to read the great Don Sparrow’s section:

Art-Watch (by @donsparrow):

Probably the most abrupt change from the Funeral for a Friend storyline comes in the pages of SMOS, where we’re thrown into an almost entirely new cast of characters (aside from the much loved Myra and Keith), a great departure from the Superman comics we know. We begin with the cover, which features probably the s-shield closest to the official one, with some slick, great looking Walk-Simonson-esque shading on the chrome of the insignia—this pattern will be a theme throughout the run of this character.

Inside the first page we get our first full look at John Henry Irons in full regalia, and it looks great. The colours help a lot in selling the metallic look, and I love the elements of his costume that are a cheat—There’s no way a metal mask could so closely follow the contours of John’s face, particularly as he speaks and emotes. But it looks awesome so we accept it.

As I mentioned, we can feel a bit lost being thrown into this story with a wholly unfamiliar character, so they subtly let us know which character we’re supposed to be following by helpfully putting him in the familiar red and blue as we first see him.

To my eye, in this storyline, Bogdanove abandons his usual slick, fluid, Fleischer cartoon look for a much hatchier, urban feel. The faces are more caricaturized (sometimes, perhaps, to a fault) and the action a lot grittier. Indeed, I don’t remember so much violence in the first couple pages of story since before the Doomsday storyline. The effect is intentional I think—we’re supposed to be horrified by the destruction these toastmaster weapons leave behind, but man, that smouldering skeleton of a teenager on page 4 is tough to take, as is the brock wall smeared with Irons’ blood at the bottom of page 5.

Still, even in his first appearance, Bogdanove has this character’s physicality and wardrobe very well established and down pat. The parachute pants go a long way in suggesting his athleticism, and also hint at a possible inspiration in the sports world, as Shaquille O’Neal was just entering the NBA (and rap and video game worlds as well) at the time. It might be a chicken or egg argument, but I suspect some of Irons’ look is based on Shaq’s, for better or worse.

The flashback sequence of Irons’ inspirational meeting with Superman is well-told, and there’s some interesting imagery as there appears to be some sort of beam transferring between them on page 8, lending credence to the “spirit walk-in” spin this book put forward. The full page splash on page 11 is a good one, as you really feel the heft of his hammer in his body gesture—though maybe a little more time could have been put into the face.

The low point follows soon after—no, not dead teenagers (though there will be more of them), something worse—Jeb Friedman makes his obnoxious return to Metropolis. Worse still, Lois dives into his arms knocking off his cowboy hat. Oh, yeah, apropos of nothing, he was wearing a cowboy hat, by the way. [Max: He seems more like a fedora kind of guy.]

Page 15 has a great look at Irons’ mask, as he perches, Batman-style, on a rooftop before jumping in to bust the gun-runners. More dead torsos follow as one of the gang gets disemboweled (and then some) in order for the Toastmasters to blast Irons. The cracked image of Martin Luther King is an effective way of relating some of Irons’ guilt—his actions in the past certainly haven’t advanced Dr. King’s noble causes. Rather, they’ve just made the streets a deadlier place.

We get a good look at Irons’ array of weaponry in the story as well, as page 19 features his gauntlet, which, appropriately for his namesake, drives steel railway bolts (I’ll just accept that Irons is a great shot, and ignore how utterly deadly that would be as a weapon). We’re then introduced to the White Rabbit, our apparent villain, in booty shorts as revealing as a code book would allow at the time. [Max: See above.]

There’s a LOT of exposition to get through, and the issue does a good job of all of it—Irons’ guilt at having dedicated his life to weaponry, and donning a costume to atone (shades of the first Iron Man film), some interesting issues with power, race and inner-city crime (with both gangsters like the White Rabbit and big businessmen like Luthor trying to take full advantage) some history on Irons’ own tragic childhood, and also some upsetting scenes with Lois and Jonathan Kent dealing with the emergence of all these new characters.

STRAY OBSERVATIONS:

Does John Henry have eyebrows? They seem to be missing in his closeup shot on page 4, and elsewhere.

GODWATCH: John Henry prays he’s wrong when he sees the what looks like an old weapon of his on page 4.

The story makes a couple mentions of Irons’ voice as being like Darth Vader, and later the voice of God. Emphasiszing someone’s voice is an interesting way to establish character in a silent medium like comics, but definitely does help us flesh out who he is.

I’ll admit, I’ve heard better pickup lines than “Superman is dead and Clark is dead.” Bizarrely, it seems to almost work.

I remember reading an article (I think it was in Wizard magazine) about the spirit walk-in idea, and either Simonson or Bogdanove saying that the psychic would decidedly NOT sound like Mike Myers’ Linda Richman character from SNL. In spite of their assertions (or maybe because of them), that’s how she sounds in my head, so they might have been better off not even bringing her up. [Max: Dang, now you’ve passed on the curse to me! Hey, maybe she was possessed by Mike Myers’ ghost?]

#superman #louise simonson #jon bogdanove #dennis janke #steel #keith #myra #jeb friedman #sydney happersen #pa kent #psychic lady whose name is given but i can't remember and i'm not even sure if she shows up again #linda richman #reign of the supermen

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