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Prompt #6:
The superhero takes care of the de-aged villain without knowing, that the cute little kid is his archenemy.
Or, the villain has to take care of a de-aged hero (after one of their untested magical weapons had a surprising effect), knowing well, that the bratty (but still kinda cute) kid is his archenemy.
Prompt #1:
You are from a family full of supervillains. So naturally they all want you to become a villain, too. Too bad, that you always wanted to be a hero.
That is, why you somehow ended up with two secret identities: One is a villain and one a hero. And maybe in the beginning it has been fun, but now you and your superhero-team have the assignment, to protect the newest super-weapon, while on the same time your family expect you to steal the weapon together with your sister.
Natasha: All of your existences are confusing.
The Team: How so?
Natasha: Your presence is annoying, but the thought of anything bad happening to any of you upsets me.
I was at Walmart earlier, they can't be serious đ
There is a stark contrast, between how I view Wondergirl, and how I view Bart.
Imagine Your OTP
Person A: There's something I have to tell you.
Person B: That you're secretly a crime-fighting superhero?
Person A: Actually, I was going to tell you I'm in love with you.
"The best thing we can do with power is give it away" - On the leftist critique of superhero narratives as authoritarian power fantasies:
The ongoing "Jason Todd is a cop" debate has reminded me of a brilliant brief image essay by Joey deVilla. [EDIT: I SCREWED UP! This was created in 2019 by the guy who runs the Midnighter-Core page on Facebook, and Joey just reposted it!]
So here it is, images first and the full essay text below:
"A common leftist critique of superhero comics is that they are inherently anti-collectivist, being about small groups of individuals who hold all the power, and the wisdom to wield that power. I donât disagree with this reading. I donât think itâs inaccurate. Superheroes are their own ruling class, the concept of the ĂŒbermensch writ large. But itâs a sterile reading. It examines superhero comics as a cold text, and ignores something that I believe is fundamental, especially to superhero storytelling: the way people engage with text. Not what it says, but how it is read. The average comic reader doesnât fantasize about being a civilian in a world of superheroes, they fantasize about being a superhero. One could charitably chalk this up to a lust for power, except for one fact⊠The fantasy is almost always the act of helping people. Helping the vulnerable, with no reward promised in return. Being a century into the genre, weâve seen countless subversions and deconstructions of the story. But at its core, the superhero myth is about using the gifts youâve been given to enrich the people around you, never asking for payment, never advancing an ulterior motive. We should (and do) spend time nitpicking these fantasies, examining their unintended consequences, their hypocrisies. But itâs worth acknowledging that the most eduring childhood fantasy of the last hundred years hasnât been to become rich. Superheroes come from every class (donât let the MCU fool you). The most enduring fantasy is to become powerful enough to take the weak under your own wing. To give, without needing to take. So yes, the superhero myth, as a text, isnât collectivist. But thatâs not why we keep coming back to it. Thatâs not why children read it. We keep coming back to it to learn one simple lesson⊠The best thing we can do with power IS GIVE IT AWAY." - Joey deVilla, 2021 https://www.joeydevilla.com/2021/07/04/happy-independence-day-superhero-style/
- Midnighter-Core, 2019
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Just something I drew for fun.
Sketchbook practice with an OC whilst I sat in a cafe! Ty Roswell, Aka; the Red Wind. Fastest person, and rabbit you'll ever see!
Iâm gonna cry! Sheâs GORGEOUS!!! Thank you so so much!!! đđđ
Free oc commission for @littlebeanprotector I kinda had to improvise with the hero outfit. Hope thatâs okay! I really love the design you gave her.
Thank you for everyoneâs advice on which Shazam comics to get. âĄïž
Jason being forced to stick with Damian, because plot reasons
Woah
Youâre the most recognised and internationally praised superhero, but you donât fight any crime. Instead, you use your powers over stone and metal to repair the damage caused by the catastrophic fights other heroes get into.
The villains actually not evil and is just really excited about all the vine publicity coming back, the villain monologue fits like 8 vines per paragraph, no henchmen knows what's happening.
The Villain: And so I will unleash the my weapon onto all of the world. Replacing all weather with sharp triangular spikes! Hurricane Katrina? More like hurricane TORTILLA, HAHSHAHAHAHHAHSDWHA
The henchmen, sobbing: Please sir, I don't understand what the tortillas have to do with thissssss
The hero hates their powers, not because they don't like saying vines, but because now they can't say any vines without revealing their identity.
The hero's romantic interest: In every group of friends, there's the dumb one.
The squad: *Points to the hero*
The hero, choking back tears: Actually?
superhero but their powers are activated by saying vines.
Random civilian: OH NO, the super duper evil man overlord guy who be kinda queer coded my dudes is trying to kill us all, agaaaaain
The hero sighs and whispers: Fre sha voca do
The hero: *immediately transforms and is super cool and saves everyone*
Hero, once everyone is gone: .....Hi, welcome to chili's.
superhero but their powers are activated by saying vines.
superhero but their powers are activated by saying vines.
King Cobra: He/Him, superhero suit is made of a flexible material and had a pattern of a king Cobra, he had a cape and boots made of snake skin as well.
FrostBurn: He/She/They, suit is a pale blue with dark red accents. Dark black boots go to their knees. Will protect his son with her life.
The cities favorite âheroâ, King Cobra, had taken the cities âvillainâ, FrostBurn, only child, Anthony. How King Cobra knew of his son was unknown. Much like FrostBurnâs heritage.
âOh, look here, youâre child! Heâs guilty of crimes, stealing, lying, battery-â King Cobra was cut off by a livid FrostBurn.
âHE WAS AT SCHOOL!â FrostBurn shrieked, she was boiling with rage.
King Cobra covered his ears at her unearthly loud scream, a little uneasy. âWell.. How do you know that?â
This comment made FrostBurn chuckle. Laugh, sort of. It was.. odd. Awkward.. no, forced. Maybe malicious though. âCause Iâm the one that sent my Angel there.â They said, walking to King Cobra across the highway. His boots clacked against the pavement. She started growing a little taller. Their skin was getting more bluish-gray, ashy even. Leathery. Wings sprouted from his back, dark blue and purple. Her neck even grew a bit, moving at awkward angles. The fact it was closing into dusk didnât help either. His eyes white white, and another, in the middle of his forehead, popped out. It was bright red with a shiny gold iris. Their pupils reformed into a reptilian-like appearance. Claws, yellowed from age and use, emerged from his hands. A slashing tail appeared, spiky and dangerous. The last touch before she reached her destination was that her head kinda just.. readjusted. She looked like an alien, a demon.
King Cobra gulped, hiding his fear. But his eyes betrayed him, being full of horror, tears and nonexistent courage. He opened his mouth as if to say something, before FrostBurn grabbed him by his neck with her long claws. âI know where he was because I see everything.â They reply in a dark, demonic voice. Staticky, perhaps. And unbearably loud.
King Cobra was losing breath, and Losing it fast. âT-take your son-â he choked out before his head popped clean off, much to the horror and disgust of the entire city. Blood fell among her claws, but they didnât care. He turned his head slowly and crookedly, looking at the people.
âwho is next.â They ask, before his son comes running up and hugging her tall, dislocated in appearance legs.
Youâre a villain, but you typically hold back. Youâre into villainy for a quick robbery, or just some laughs. But not any more. Today is the day to show them that making you mad is a BAD idea.