#xanthu

[jasposeyblog]

My acquisition of Kid Quantum sketch cover by Tony Scott

[lesterspiffany]

Legionnaires Homeworlds

[jihaereadslegion]

ADVENTURE COMICS #290 “The Secret of the Seventh Super-Hero!” (9o)

Publication Date: Nov 61, feature

Creators: Robert Berstein, George Papp, Curt Swan and Stan Kaye on cover

Roll Call: (asterisks next to important characters)

*Clark

*Dirk

Garth

Imra

Rokk

Brainy

Tinya

Cham

*Tom Tanner

Plot Summary:

Tom Tanner, an exact double of Clark Kent, escapes from a reform school and makes it to Smallville, where he pretends to be Clark to avoid getting caught. Meanwhile, the real Clark is in his workshop working on his science project on magnets. He hears on the radio about a strange object that appeared in a “blinding electrical flash”, looks with his vision, and sees what appears to be a time bubble. He tries to activate his Clark robot to take his place at school, but it’s not working because of the blinding electrical flash shorting them out. Clark rushes to check out the time bubble, and meanwhile Ma mistakes Tom for Clark and sends him to school. Tom thinks that Clark has run away, so he plans to take over Clark’s life.

Clark arrives at the time bubble and Dirk comes out and introduces himself, then asks for help. Dirk explains that he was this year’s chosen applicant, and he was given the assignment to ask Superboy for the pieces of a dangerous weapon designed by a now-dead mad scientist that they had hidden in the 20th century. But then they realized a 20th century villain might find the pieces and assemble the weapon, so they want to move the pieces to a secret vault they’ve built in the 30th century. Dirk is tricking Clark.

Clark goes to tell Ma he’s going out when he sees Tom impersonating him and goes with it since his robot isn’t working. Tom acts athletic at school and Lana thinks it’s odd and wants to prove he’s Superboy. She baits a bully into cutting off a piece of “Clark’s” hair, and it works, so Lana knows he’s not Superboy, but “Clark” unexpectedly punches the bully and Lana realizes he’s no longer meek and mild.

Clark collects the pieces while Tom enjoys Clark’s life. Dirk plans to assemble the pieces to create “the only weapon which can destroy Superboy!” Superboy helps him load the pieces into the time bubble and flies away, and Dirk secretly makes a U-turn.

Clark goes home to confront his impersonator only to find that Tom is home early and Ma has revealed his secret identity. Clark blows out the grease fire on the stove as Ma requested, and Tom comes clean but blackmails them that he wants to live Clark’s life and if they expose him then he’ll reveal Clark’s identity.

Dirk assembles Cyclops the Robot, which has a ray that switches your good-evil alignment, that contains a few particles of Kr dust to make it effective against Superboy.

The Robot goes and shoots “Clark.” Dirk celebrates Superboy’s evil as Superboy breaks stuff to appear evil, only to surprise destroy the robot. He brings Dirk back into the future to Xanthu, to reveal that he is not Dirk, but a criminal in disguise. His lack of a secret handshake revealed to Clark that he wasn’t the real Dirk. 

Clark returns to the past, where Tom has reformed and plans to serve his sentence at reform school. 

Notes:

Analysis

Dirk is described as the “newest member”

Reform school and general morality that a "good" person wants to serve their sentence

There is a canon Legion secret handshake

It appears at the end that the Legionnaires have some sort of meeting space on Xanthu

Favorite Panels:

[belladonnadawn]

OMG GUYS LOOK!!!

[penelopesbaby]

can you guys stop fucking mischaracterizing the saku characters oh my fucking god

andrew isnt fucking Shakespeare ok hes a normal guy in his 20s who happens to like literature that doesnt mean he talks in tongues

and issac isnt toxic..? or abusive..? neither is xanthus are we ok😭

can u guys stop taking small character traits and pushing them to the point where thats all you recognize a character for??? jfc

and I promise I'm not ghost posting this isn't about anybody in specific I just see it a lot and it gets really annoying 

hm to how people will STILL call alex toxic when there was like a whole video talking abt him going to couples therapy and trying to be a better person

[thea1chemy]

not true actually

[bugsiebooo]

Sakuverse characters + their 3 favourite kisses!

ft. Xanthus, Isaac, Zaros

XANTHUS

CW: blood, biting, other vampire stuff, low-key yandere coded in the first drabble, mentions of kitchen accidents with knives lol.

Kisses after a bite

The pain was almost comforting now, the sharp sting as xanthus' canines pierced your skin, the pulsing heartbeat that thrums against the wound with every suck and lick, and the loss of blood and intimate moment making your legs feel weak and wobbly.

It was always the same, xanthus' hand resting on the small of your back, keeping you standing or comfortingly rubbing in soothing circles. A small whine would leave your lips as your bloodless state worsened with time, a hiss leaving xanthus' bloody red lips as he pulled away despite how every primal instinct pleaded with him to bleed you dry.

"alright love, I hear you..." He would hum, arms wrapping around your swaying body, lifting you up effortlessly- if you could think in this state you would make a quip about how he was strong for an 'old man's.

"let's get you laid down, hm?" You could only whine in response, nestling into the crook of his neck, the intoxicating, all encompassing scent overwhelming your senses and before you know it, you are gently placed against a soft mattress and even softer sheets as xanthus climbs in next to you.

Laid by your side, xanthus' lips meet your neck once more. The tenderness of your flesh, soothed by soft feather-light pecks.

"sleep love... I'll be here when you wake up. I always will be."

Kiss on the back of the hand

Learning about old, vintage gadgets was probably your favourite thing to do while you lived inside the old manor. Gramophones, old box cameras, quills and ink pots.

So that's where you found yourself now, sitting on the sofa of the... drawing room? Or at least that's what you think xanthus called it, listening to the record spin on the base of the gramophone, the music echoing against the gold funnel and flooding the large expanse of the room.

The record you decided to spin was vintage too, and shockingly well preserved, the idea of xanthus going to a record store in the 1910s and picking out vinyl was an amusing thought that pulled a chuckle out of you... Maybe he has someone to do that for him?

"What's so funny my love?" A soft affectionate teasing voice came from behind you, the sudden intrusion making your heart jump.

His footsteps thumped against the old oak floors towards your sitting frame, reaching for your hand that laid limp on your lap. Slender fingers and manicured nails, that were so nice you were convinced xanthus got secret mani-pedis, grasped your palms, raising your hand to his lips.

He looked up through his eyelashes at you, the smirk on his lips ever present as he placed a tender kiss to your knuckles.

"nothing, nothing's funny..."

Kisses on the forehead

Xanthus didn't need to eat, but that didn't mean he couldn't cook. After living through multiple centuries and having gone to multiple countries where food, spice and flavour were integral parts of the culture. Xanthus could confidently say he was a good cook.

You did need to eat, but that didn't mean you could cook. Your small kitchen cupboards had been filled of pot noodles, microwave dinners and cereal bars.

So that's how you found yourself, standing in the kitchen chopping vegetables with excessive care, the battle scars that littered your palms and fingers evidence of your previous defeats in the kitchen.

"Careful love, keep chopping like that and I'll have to sew your finger back onto your hand." Xanthus laughed, coming up behind you and caging you between the marble counter and his chest.

"oh ye of little faith..." You scoffed jokingly, smiling as his arms wrapped around your waist, swaying side to side.

"y'know you pressing yourself into my back isn't helping me with not severing my finger."

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your hairline, "sorry m'love, you're doing great".

ISAAC

CW: overworking, sleep deprivation, night terrors due to pickles past prior to meeting Isaac, mentions parental death.

Sleepy kisses

Isaac and you had been running on empty for almost 4 hours now, case files and empty and cold mugs of coffee strewn across the desk. The pounding in your head worsened the more you looked at the printed letters on those pages.

You looked up to the man who sat opposite you, his head laid on the palm of his hand, his hair pushed back revealing his furrowed brow as his eyes scanned the same paragraph over and over and over again, his scribbled writing now looked ineligible, a puzzle you and him would no doubt need to decide tomorrow.

"Isaac..." You called out, voice breathy and quiet, but the man did not stir from whatever trance this case had put on him.

"isaaaaacccc~" you dragged his name out now, but the man remained the same, the words seeming to bounce right back. You began to wonder if he was sleeping with his eyes open.

You stood up from the sofa chair you were sat in, walking round the desk and standing beside Isaac, your hand cupping his cheek and moving his face towards you.

"pickle? What are you doin- hmph-" his questioning was cut short by a soft peck to his lips, you began to pull away, pleased that you had gotten his attention, but a strong hand held the back of your head pulling you back in.

This kiss was longer, sloppier and more sensual, Isaac's tense body seemed to melt, before he finally pulled away with a soft sigh.

"I don't think we're going to get any more done tonight, bed sounds nice... Don't you think?"

Kissing tears away

Another nightmare caused you to wake up with a scream. Flashes of gangs, knives, guns, the dirty street, your hands covered in blood cycles through your mind again and again even in your subconscious. This was the fifth night in a row, and you were so so frustrated.

Not only for yourself, but for the fact that your restlessness was keeping Isaac awake too. Nights of well earned sleep being wasted on holding your quivering body.

Hot tears rolled down your cheeks, sweat beaded forehead and shaking hands clutching at Isaac's sleep shirt.

"shh pickle- I know, I know" he hummed, hand rubbing up and down your back, the gun he had instinctively grabbed upon hearing your screams discarded on the bed side table.

Soft sobs slowed down, his soft lips kissing away at your wet cheeks, the comforting pressure slowing your heart down.

"m'sorry Isaac, I'm so sorry sorry"

"there's nothing to be sorry about pickle, I'm here..."

Kiss on the cheek

Spring was your favourite season, the frozen ground began to sprout colourful flowers and the trees began to wear new green leaves.

The garden of the manor was huge, the headstones of Isaac's parents tucked behind a large oak tree. You had bought some fake flowers to adorn the graves throughout the winter, but now the earth was supple, you decided that you wanted to redecorate.

Isaac and you both wrapped yourselves in jackets, the winter frost still lingered in the air despite the golden sun of spring, and hand in hand you walked towards the oak tree.

Isaac watched as you knelt, nimble hands working away, the bouquet of daffodils, tulips and primroses swapping for the fake bouquet.

After a few minutes you stood back up looking triumphant.

You're smile was blinding as you leaned towards him and kissed his cheek, "do you want to have a moment alone with them?"

"Mom would've liked your flower selection... You have good taste"

ZAROS

"please... I'll uh- walk you back inside"

CW: Mentions of knife fights and injuries, brief description of wounds, arguments.

Kisses to scars

A small scar had adorned your eyebrow since your teens. A swordsmanship training session with zaros ending with a deep jagged wound that narrowly missed your eye, and safe to say it could've been much much worse.

Zaros' guilt was immediate as soon as the sight of your bloody face registered in his mind. You remembered how tender he held your hand as the healer weaved a needle and thread through your skin to seal the cut.

Zaros didn't notice the small scar once he returned after many years away at first. You'd grown so much, your hair now sat differently, your smile didn't reach your eyes anymore and your eyes now were clouded over with disinterest, the childlike wonder now absent, the small blemish didn't make him take any notice.

But now he was up close, perched next to your sitting form that sat under the shade of a tree in the palace garden, did he notice.

His hand cupped your face, thumb rubbing tenderly at the scar,

"It's still there" he whispered softly, if he was any quieter he feared that the sound of his worst would be whisked away with the spring breeze.

Soft lips connected with your skin, your eyes flew open as you laughed.

"Hmmm, yes, it seems that time doesn't always heal all wounds..." You sighed, eyes closing at the comforting sensation.

"What are you doing? Trying to kiss it better?"

"There's no harm in trying my Earis"

Kisses in secret

You were, for lack of a better word, annoyed. Zaros had managed to persuade you to sneak into the palace kitchens and attempt to steal some baked treats for a midnight snack.

All was going well, you and hin had shoved cakes, scones, biscuits and tarts into your own respective satchels when the sound of heels clicking on tiled flooring interrupred your quiet, mischievous laughter.

And now you found yourself in a predicament, you and zaros crammed into the cupboard. You used to fit in here together just fine, but the boy you once knew had grown into a man, a rather lanky man...

The amalgamation of limbs you found yourselves contorted into would definitely cause scandal if anyone saw you in here, no longer could you blame youthful troublemaking, the heir to the throne and their competitor hiding in a pantry from the head kitchen maid. What a ridiculous, scandalous notion.

You felt his breath fan your face, the smell of sandalwood and fresh citrus from his cologne and how his arms wrapped around your torso. Did his lips always look so appealing...?

The sensation of the soft caress of your lips registered before you even had time to think. It was like your bodies yearned for eachother, the gravitational force pulling you together despite how hard you both fought to resist it.

You both melted into each other, the soft clicking of heels had long since faded away, the coast was clear... So why did you not want it to end?

Breathless zaros pulled back. "My Earis, I believe we have desserts to eat..."

Kisses of apologies

The sound of pounding feet on marble floors was what you were expecting. You sat at your desk in your chambers, a gas lamp lighting the strewn paper and pen in hand as you scribbled away at your notes, giving approval to various marriages amongst the nobles or accepting invitations to a lord's dinner party.

The heavy door opened in a fashion you didn't know was possible. It was an old, thick, heavy, oak door and somehow Zaros had managed to throw it open with force similar to something inhuman.

"Why would you do that?."

You were expecting yelling, screaming, maybe a vase would be thrown too, Zaros always used to be melodramatic.

But the calmness to his tone was unnerving. The seething was practically radiating from his face. You began to stand up from your desk, dropping the pen onto the table.

"Listen-"

"Don't come any closer" he uttered bitterly, "just- why would you do that? I-I trusted you."

A sigh left your lips as you halted where you stood, hands falling to your waist

"if you are to win this tournament and be king you must learn difficult lessons Zaros... That includes learning not to trust anyone, even those closest to you."

The furrow between his brow dropped, his hands relaxing from the tense fists he matched in with.

"I just..."

"It was cruel... I know" You whispered softly, taking his relaxed stance as an invitation to walk closer. Your hand grabbed at his forearm, softly, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

A soft kiss landed on his cheek, then his nose and finally his lips.

"I hope you can forgive me Zaros.."

[boiledmang0s]

‘My god, My universe.’

Week 30 of waiting for Xanthus to come back!

Alien stage AU!!

[wonkers-hog]

Another Sonic.exe memes again because I can

[zsakuva]

which characters have canonically done a one night stand or something similar to that (friends w benefits)?

The ones I know for sure are Zaros, Xanthus, Isaac, Elias, and Dontis.

[kaijuno707]

MAMÁ WAKE UP, XANTHUS IS BACKKKKK

[jasposeyblog]

My commission of James Cullen Kid Quantum by Joe Phillips

[rain-soaked-sun]

The zsakuva va anon confessions of 2024😔

[jihaereadslegion]

Adventure Comics #282 "Lana Lang and the Legion of Super-heroes!" (5o)

Publication Date: Mar 61, Feature

Creators: Otto Binder, George Papp, Curt Swan and Stan Kaye on cover

Roll Call:

Clark

Thom

Lana

Plot Summary:

Lana gets the idea to make Superboy jealous from a movie. Meanwhile, Thom uses his super-strength to throw giant horseshoes at Clark from afar, freeze him with his freeze-breath, and throw clay letters he baked with his infra-red vision to get Clark’s attention and explains his backstory and that he’s a member of the Legion. Thom is there because a criminal from Xanthu, his home planet, escaped to the past, and Thom has imprisoned him in the cave they’re outside of.

Lana is eavesdropping and hears Thom ask Clark to come to the future with him to catch the other escaped criminal, who is hiding in copper pipes and Thom can’t see through copper pipes. As Clark flies off to tell Ma and Pa he’s leaving, Lana blackmails Thom into helping her by bluffing that she heard him tell Clark his real name even though she didn’t. But Superboy overhears her scheme and decides to act indifferent.

They go to the future and Clark helps Thom with his criminal. Lana is being obnoxious and says that Star Boy likes her because she’s exotic, essentially, so Clark takes that line of thought and shows up with Zynthia, an exotic Xanthu girl, and Lana gets jealous. Clark gets the parakat to compliment Zynthia and Lana hates it, so pretends to faint so Clark will take her back to Earth, but he just makes her a helmet out of the silica in the dirt.

Lana finally comes clean, Clark admires her for telling the truth, and reveals that Zynthia is actually Thom’s girlfriend. Clark uses the sand to mold a super-hard glass bubble and seals Lana inside, then flies home with his own power “cross the time-barrier”

Notes:

Analysis

First mention of Xanthu: “It’s a world of super-science, far ahead of 20th century earth! I’ll land at my Star Boy laboratory, which the people donated to me!”

“Maze of underground copper pipes! They exist all over our planet to drain away heavy floods that often occur!” 

“Look, Superboy! Star Boy is using his super-loom to weave Xanthu-style clothing for me out of that glowing spider-web thread!”

There is a rainbow bridge

There are rocks all over the ground that are actually diamonds because they’re common on Xanthu but no one uses them for jewelry.

Sky canoe

Jungle mountains, there is a “rare animal of the tiger family called the parakat!” They’re called jungle mountains because “each peak is crowned with a jungle instead of being snow-capped, like on earth!” The parakat has a beak like a bird and “his stripes run the wrong way.” It can imitate human speech– Clark goes, “I guess he’s called the parakat because he imitates speech like an earthly parrot!”

There is silicon in the dirt.

Favorite Panels/Quotes:

[belladonnadawn]

Andrew and Kayson getting shelved Xanthus somewhere getting jumped Dontis bolting after his situationship Elias trauma bonding with listener Leigh about to get HR violations Zaros still recovering after the debate

He had ONE chance

Welcome back! 🎉

[puxaagam]

Three-way kiss !

i've been struggling with this fucking drawing since February 1st, I just couldn't get Dontis right UGGGHHH. RIP Dontis you would've loved reggaeton mexa 😞 (and RIP Xanthus you would've HATED it lol)

So, yeah, despite feeling the urge to explain myself and why I would draw this, i won't and I'll simply say it was late and i happened to be listening to a particular song and boom, this was born HEHE don't judge me i have guilty pleasures too 😞

I was really surprised when i realised that this became a trend in tiktok and that people translated the lyrics in English so it reached quite a few people from the English art community ABSNSNSSJ it was great to their reaction to the lyrics

Also. I don't want to make a separate post for this so, if you want to see more sketches and wips follow me on insta !!! (User is also puxaagam) bc I don really like making separate posts with wips, soooo follow me there !