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wisefoxluminary · 9 months
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Here's a Barbie poster for Blue Beetle!
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gulpinfan4000 · 1 year
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Garfield from Spider-man 😍😍
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sciderman · 5 months
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thinking of spider-man's first silly little suit (and his silly little webwings)
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thinking of you all the time (webwings)
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Marie, Jordan, And Andre: attempting to survive Cate’s mind-fuck, while reliving their personal traumas and fuck-ups and trying to convince Cate that she is simultaneously Loved and Also Totally In The Wrong
Sam and Emma: *fucking*
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victorian-nymph · 1 year
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This came to me in a vision. A vision I should have ignored.
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britcision · 6 months
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Anyway in case anyone was wondering why I do firmly aver I did not get to DPxDC from DC and am not a DC fan despite having consumed all of the Harley Quinn and Suicide Squad runs up to 2018
(And have an exciting grab bag of shows, movies, and assorted trivia under my belt besides
Batman vs Dracula was fucking great fight me)
It’s because DC as a whole is hostile as fuck to the concept of being a casual fan
(And about 90% of the main heroes annoy the hell out of me for the very tropes that DC is known and praised for in their heroes I am here for villains, antiheroes, and sidekicks exclusively)
There is no such thing as consistent characterization, especially as you consume more content or fall down a rabbit hole, and the rabbit holes are ENDLESS
Everyone cameos everywhere else, referential jokes are often dropped in as Easter eggs for people who have read every single other DC comic put out in the same decade and yet within the same comics you get glaringly inconsistent characterization and different retcons for the same events
Big stories are retold and retconned every couple years, we got 3 separate Spiderman origin movies and the exact same Batman origin in more than half the live action movies; DC PAYS PEOPLE to make up their own different versions of canon events
There is a REASON that the Marvel and DC cinematic universes are both officially divorced from comic canon; the sheer volume of canon content is inaccessible to most of the population, and DC and Marvel know it
That’s why the New 52 was a big divorce from all previous canon too - it’s an on ramp for new fans, because sorting through the web of old content is off putting as fuck
It’s the one thing not a single DC fan I’ve spoken to who complained about “canon characterization” has bothered defending or even acknowledging, and yet it has been the core of all of their arguments:
“Canon is what I want it to be, not what any of the sources say”
And listen, I was a Torchwood fan, we were the archetypal example of “canon only happened if I acknowledge it” (so sad that show ended after only two seasons and nothing else ever happened again Children of Earth who), you just gotta acknowledge that that’s what you’re doing
But you frankly cannot have a serious conversation about canon characterization with someone who does not acknowledge entire swaths of canon and cannot understand why that makes their argument completely invalid
Any kind of conversation about the “right” characterization for a DC character necessarily has to involve the acknowledgement that it’s your personal preferred characterization, not a One True Canon, because I guarantee there are canon incidents for every single big name and most of the small ones that directly counter the ones you like
You may note I share a bunch of posts with things like “My Batman would never do this”, as opposed to “canon Batman would never do this”
Hell, on Batman specifically there are hundreds of beautifully put together posts talking about how the different canon runs get him wrong; I too prefer a Bruce Wayne who does genuinely care about his family and tries to protect them, but isn’t perfect or always right over the massive asshole elitist who just grunts and treats them like soldiers
Canon Batman slaps his kids around, it’s the meme that broke containment and you don’t have to like it or accept it as something your Batman would do!
But it’s still canon
Both versions have a massive well of canon support, and exist simultaneously in the multiverse
Every single characterization of a character is true and exists in the multiverse
And that is why the idea of a “canon version” of any DC character is utterly meaningless
TL;DR: write DC characters however the fuck you want and do not worry about it for more than 10 minutes together, that is what the paid DC writing staff do
There will be at least two pieces of canon media to back up whatever interpretation of the character you pick
Not everyone will like that characterization or agree with how you see the character, and that is all fine and good! But “canon” is meaningless in this context, neatly encapsulated by the “multiverse” explanation
Everything is canon, which means that nothing is canon
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willczek-art · 17 days
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Collection of The Museum backgrounds from my Super Squad High trailer intro! :D
All based on game artworks by Tan Ganguly
The project just got funded on Kickstarter, with few more days left to back it up! :D So if teenage superheroes and board games are your thing, be sure to check their page! (and my animation on there! :DD)
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Sketching this had me wondering how many seconds it took Commissioner Gordon to realise he was suddenly talking to a different bat furry on a shadowy rooftop one day.
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Like the smile's a dead giveaway.
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barbwritesstuff · 1 year
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I slipped and accidentally made another game.
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aphelea · 2 years
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me when i say that i'll post the chapter today. tonight. tomorrow morning. tomorrow evening. tomorrow night. tomorrow slightly-past-night. dawn of the day after tomorrow. afternoon of the day after tomorrow. next week. in a fortnight. when the king of england dies. next year. next year and a half. never
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soulsforsales · 8 months
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Just a girl in love with 🦇Batman🦇
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melonthesprigatito · 11 months
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I swear to god, if I hadn't randomly decided to click on this exact video when it popped up in my YouTube recommendations as I was watching Amazing World of Gumball Out of Context videos, I wouldn't have gotten hopelessly obsessed with this show.
Literally all it took was "Hey, this is my exact sense of humour" and my life changed.
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constant-downer · 1 year
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kid named finger
♩: Galactic Superheroes 02 - Ratboy Genius
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fogsy-feel · 10 months
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As someone who only watched the Spiderman movies and a handful of Marvel stuff I have no idea why I decided to include the Avengers in my Spideypool fic. I’m writing for characters I haven’t watched like ever. Jennifer Walters? Who’s that? Literally everything I know is from blurry memories of watching The Super Hero Squad Show...
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feluka · 11 months
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ok i’ve been meaning to watch into the spiderverse and never got around to it but across the spiderverse is going to be released here pretty soon after my finals are over so i might treat myself to the cinema on the 21st :)
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chaotic-orphan · 11 months
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Bad Superhero, part 2:
Read part one here
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Mr Achates dragged Civilian through the trees, mind in a flurry, branches snapping beneath them in a rush. When they got to Mr Achates cottage, Banjo was sleeping at the door, his head raising slightly and tilting.
“Good boy, Banjo,” Mr Achates said as the collie stretched and let out a whining yawn before walking over to Civilian and nudging his head against Civilian’s hand.
“Hi Banjo,” Civilian whispered, their voice so far away. Seeing their body in third person. Mr Achates opened the door for them and led Civilian to their small kitchen, pulling a chair out from the table and clearing a space on the table.
“I’m sorry about the mess,” said Mr Achates and Civilian just looked at them, trying for a smile and not even managing to turn their lips up for him.
“Don’t be,” said Civilian.
Mr Achates nodded stiffly, and rubbed their hands together in front of them. “Right so, tea?”
“Please.”
Civilian heard the kettle turn on and start to boil, their eyes unfixed and unfocused on nothing in particular, fingers casually scratching Banjo behind his ear. A steaming mug was set in front of them, and Civilian blinked, sitting back in their chair and looking at Mr Achates as he sat on a chair in front of them. A tray of biscuits on the table between them.
The thought of eating made Civilian gag. Their house was probably still burning and here they were drinking tea with their neighbour and his dog.
Their legs were moving before they registered it, and Mr Achates was there blocking them. “Hey kid?”
“I have to go… I have to kill Superhero. I have to go, I should be… I should be burning I should be with them.”
“I can’t let you walk out there.”
Civilian’s eyes were wide as a child’s as they looked up at Mr Achates, tears streaming down their spot caked face. “Please.”
“If you go out there now, you’ll die and Superhero will never pay for what they’ve done to your family. All they’ve taken from you. If you leave now I won’t stop you, but you’ll be giving Superhero exactly what they want.”
Civilian hiccuped a sob, wrapping their arms around their waist as their legs went from under them. Mr Achates caught them and the pair sunk to the ground together, Mr Achates running their hand through Civilian’s hair soothingly.
“I promise they’ll pay, Civilian. I promise. We just need to be smart about this, okay?”
Civilian nodded, another sob tearing itself from their chest. Snot and tears wetting Mr Achates shirt, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“You’ll stay with me, and Banjo. I know we’re not much, but we’ll be like family. One made by unfortunate circumstances but hey, you kids were basically like mine anyways with how much I caught you over here. I’ll train you. Make you stronger. Strong enough to beat the best.”
Civilian shook their head, pulling back from Mr Achates, a fire burning in their eyes. “Not strong enough to beat the best,” Civilian said, voice raw. “Strong enough to kill the best. I want them destroyed.”
Mr Achates smiled. “You got it, kiddo. How bout we get off the floor?”
Civilian smiled, wiping their nose with their sleeve and nodded. “Yeah.”
“Didn’t make you tea for nothing, did I? Heals all wounds, Civilian. Time and Tea, mark me.”
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Mr Achates training was vigorous and relentless, every morning they would run through the woods with Banjo, carving out trails and paths for themselves after a while making it easier to run on.
After their run: home for breakfast. Eggs usually. Civilian would go out with a basket following Mr Achates to his chicken coop. The first time Civilian had just stood there, expression blank but the basket shaking in their hands.
Civilian used to come here with older brother and younger sister. They would sneak in just after sunrise and steal some eggs. Mr Achates saw like he always saw, and the second week of doing it he opened the window. The three thieves froze as a small basket was handed out through the window wordlessly. The window shut before they could laugh or make an excuse or say thank you.
Now brother and sister were dead. Burned. Gone.
“Civilian. Hey, Civilian. Look at me. Look at me, it’s just the chicken coop.”
“Brother and— we—“ Civilian managed, but then broke down sobbing again. Mr Achates was at their side, walking them back inside and telling them it was okay.
“I know. Dammit I should’ve known. I’m so sorry, Civilian. You stay here. Banjo! Stay with Civilian. I’ll run to the shop, grab some bacon instead.”
“No,” Civilian said, their voice shaking. “No. We’ll have eggs. Please? Can we have eggs?”
Mr Achates worried his bottom lip, eyes sympathetic and soft. “Civilian it’s not a problem, I can—“
“Please Mr Achates. Can we have eggs?”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” Civilian said with a sharp, clarifying inhale. Mr Achates nodded.
“Okay. Let me grab them. You stay here.”
Civilian gave him the basket and stayed in the house, arms around themselves, safe. Alive. They stood from the chair and walked to the small kitchen, filling the kettle and putting it on.
After breakfast Mr Achates insisted on teaching Civilian how to box. “Why don’t we just use weapons?” Civilian asked.
“Because weapons can get thrown from your hands and if you don’t know how to fight hand to hand, you may as well give up now.”
“I’m not giving up,” Civilian told him hotly.
Mr Achates just smiled and nodded, said: “I know, kid. Now put your hands up, make ‘em into fists. Here, like this. Thumb out. Protecting your face, and when they’re not protecting your face they’re either punching or they’re protecting your ribs. Trust me when I say getting winded is a bi—“ Civilian looked at him as he cleared his throat and said: “bad thing.”
After hand to hand combat it was lunch. After lunch they relaxed, had a shower. Mr Achates told Civilian that he would get them books so they could sharpen their mind.
“Someone like Superhero doesn’t go down with a halfwit.”
“What about school?” Civilian asked, eyes owlish.
“I don’t think it’s the best idea. Superhero thinks you’re dead. If we give your name—“
“What if I take your name?” The question stunned Mr Achates. It was summertime so it wasn’t something he had to answer right away.
“Obviously you can’t go to school here.”
“I know,” said Civilian. “I can go to the city school. The one Superhero went to. Learn all they learned.”
Mr Achates sat back in his armchair, just looking at the kid in front of them in awe. The determination in their eyes. The resolve in their mind so clear.
“In order to beat the best I have to be the best.”
Mr Achates just smiled. “Okay. You can take my name. Go to city school. I’ll look at getting you enrolled.”
“Thank you.”
The quiet politeness pulled at his heartstrings, and something selfish and horrid in him was happy that the kid was living there with him now. Filling the space. Almost like they were a child of their own.
“You’re welcome.”
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