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Well, I am back.

Not sure for how long, but dependent on if Twitter implodes.

But, for the most part, I should be back to posting again on here and my Artworks account.

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the news is bad sometimes

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ドラゴンハーフ | Dragon Half

Ryuusuke Mita (1988-1994)

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機甲創世記モスピーダ

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Thought I’d join in... though this is more “idealized” look for me (since I no longer wear glasses). But it’s how I used to see myself back when I was younger.

I’m starting a reblog-and-tag game

Make yourself with this picrew (made by the awesome @sangled) and tag up to 8 people! I’ll start

@yume-fanfare @apocalypse–enthusiast @eva-arikuri @zayria @transboyklug @caoomi @arya-art + anyone who is in the mood!

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“Avengers Endgame -- Crossover Clutch!”

“Uh, Cap?”

“What is it, Queens?”

Peter turned and pointed towards the onrush of Warriors -- all of which were clearly larger, better armed and surging with more rage than the last wave -- and said, “We’re ah, not gonna survive them! Are we!?”

Cinching up his shield-straps, Steve said, “Stick with me, son. We’re not going down easy.”. He stepped towards the advancing foes. “Whatever happens, just don’t-!”. Steve’s advice broke off as he watched the front line Warriors suddenly skid to a halt; every head snapping upwards to stare with shock at something in the sky.

“Cap!?” Peter’s own voice trailed off, a split second before his ‘sense’ suddenly spiked. He head whipped around in time to see a green, glowing blur rocketing down towards the Warriors from above. “Yikes!”

Steve blinked, and slid to a stop himself. “Bruce???” Just before the streaking figure hit the ground, a strident voice called out:

“Detroit-SMASH!”

The shock wave hit with the force of a bomb-pumped explosion of kinetic energy; everyone of the Warriors in front of the blast crumpled backwards like shattered glass. The ranks behind the front line also fell back, while a couple flew into the air to land broken upon the blast-wasted ground.

The attack wasn’t complete, as a few individual Warriors surged from the sides. A pair bracketed Peter, and were upon him before he or Steve could react . . . but one of them was seized by a long, pink strand that jerked them skyward, while the other was hit the breadbasket by a small, dark-clad figure, who followed up with a double-punch that shattered their helmet and jaw.

“Woah,” Peter said weakly, watching as his rescuer rebounded back to stand on a spur of calcified earth. It appeared to be a girl, clad in skin-tight green spandex, with oversized, tan gloves and boots that looked . . . like frog feet!?

She turned and stared at him with wide, white eyes with doll’s pupils. “Are you all right? Ribbit?!”

“Um, I . . . ah, yeah. I’m okay,” Peter said. “Just . . . ah, who are-?”.

“Sorry, but this fight’s not over yet!” She reached up to tap the side of the odd-looking goggles on her head. “Deku! The other’s are helping these heroes, but the fighting isn’t slowing down here,” she said. “Shouldn’t we get some of the others to help?”.

Peter heard the faint reply, clearly coming from the comm-set in her gear: “We’re okay for now-UGH!-Tsu! If we can bottle these villains here-*GRUNT!*-we can rejoin the others quickly!”.

Across the way, Steve and the other new arrival -- a short kid with green, curly hair and an armored outfit trimmed in tan, red and green -- were making short work of the remaining line of Thanos’ Warriors. Surprisingly, Steve got in a few licks, but it was the young man who was doing the most damage; punching, kicking and tossing the over-sized remnants like rag dolls.

Eventually, the last of this wave were laying broken on the ground, leaving Steve and his new ally standing alone amid the carnage.

Steve turned and peered down at the youngster. “That was . . . something else. What’s your name, kid?”.

Facing the Star-Spangled Avenger, the young man said, “My name’s Deku, sir. I’m with several other Provisional Heroes from U.A. Academy. The attack was all over the news, and, well . . . we came to offer our assistance.”

Steven nodded once, then shook his head. “Appreciate it, but this battle is no place for kids!”.

“I’m sorry, sir,” Deku said firmly, “but it’s every Hero’s obligation to offer aid when villains attack!” He stared around at the broken, defeated bodies of Thanos’ forces. “If you’ll pardon me for saying so, these strike me as being very much as being villains!”.

Steven chuckled ironically, then stepped over to grip Deku’s shoulder. “You’re right . . . on both counts, son.”.

By then, Peter and the girl in the frog-suit had joined them -- the girl going straight to Deku’s side, where she asked, “Are you all right? The fighting seemed to be extremely harsh around you!”.

Deku smiled, shaking his head, “I’m fine, though I had to hold back some. I was only at thirty-percent for the moment.”. He looked up, catching the surprised looks on Cap and Spidey’s faces. “Please, this is my fellow Hero, Froppy.”.

Froppy nodded to the two. “Are you with the Avengers?” she asked.

“We are,” Steve said. “Captain America, at your service, Miss.”

“I’m Spider Man,” Peter added. He flinched when the sound of a massive explosion went off, some dozens of yards away. “Yikes!”.

Both Deku and Froppy perked up. “Sounds like Ground-Zero’s cutting loose, Deku-kun!”.

“That’s not good!” Deku made a fist with each hand. “We need to get back to the others, before the damage gets too great!”.

“What, like this place isn’t blasted to powder already?” Peter asked.

“You don’t understand,” Froppy said candidly. “Our fellow Hero has a Quirk that generates massive explosions, and if he doesn’t watch out, it could hurt both foe and friend alike.”.

“Froppy’s right! We’d better get going,” Deku said. He started to move away, but Steve put himself in front of the young Hero.

“Not without help, son.” He reached up to touch the comm-stud on his helmet. “Avengers . . . if you haven’t seen it yet, we’ve got some unexpected help. Young . . . Heroes, offering their aid. We need to form up in front of the main thrust of Thanos’ force. Hold the line and drive him back!”.

A voice called out, “Gotcha, Cap! But what about those explosions to the west side?”

“I’m on it,” Steve replied, looking at Deku, Froppy and Peter. “With some help of my own.” He nodded to them and said, “Ready you guys?”.

“Ribbit!” ”Yes, Sir!” ”With you, Cap!”

“Then let’s move out,” Steve said, and they all turned to head towards the last location of the massive explosions . . . .

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@kaiyeti , Figured you’d like this! :D

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Just a temp post for an artist for a reference.

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They also got Rogue wrong. With Ms. Marvel’s permanent power-boost, she’s at least Class 70 (lift/press up to 70 tons).

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The movie is currently on Netflix. I highly recommend it too!

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The part of the one episode after Scorpia gives Catra her blanket, and the look the Murder kitten gives her . . . yep, this is canon.

im going to have a STROKE

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Should do one based on a Flemmish Giant rabbit. :D

I read somewhere that Sylveon is based on the moon rabbit/hare, so I went ahead and drew it as different breeds ^u^!!

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His name is Keldor, and he’s also a former pupil/student of Hordak, the leader of the Horde (second only to Horde-Prime, the true leader). When Keldor attempted to capture the Elders of Eternia -- to force them to yield their powers and the secrets of Greyskull -- he was confronted by Randor, who was at the time a mere captain in the Eternian army. Keldor threw a vial of mystic acid at Randor, who blocked it with his shield. The splash-back cover Keldor’s face, forcing him and the Evil Masters to flee. Later, with help from Evil Lyn, Keldor made it to a temple that served as a conduit between Eternia’s dimension and Hordak’s (presumed to be Etheria). Begging for help, Keldor’s face was “healed” but transformed in to the visible, yellow skull it is today. Since then, Keldor swore to get revenge on Randor, and changed his name to Skeletor. (this is all lore from the Steve Young Studio’s reboot of He-Man; which re-wrote Skeletor as being more vicious and more competent than his Filmation counterpart from the 1980s).

things that they won't teach you in school

1. skeletor isn’t wearing a blue body suit, that is his skin

2. skeletor isn’t a skeleton, he just had his face burned off 

3. skeletor isn’t actually undead

4. before skeletor had his face burned off, he looked like this

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I’m sure it’s been done before but . . .

“I’m Sorry Miss Jackson . . .  I am Four Eels!!!”

source

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Who is she!?

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I’m sorry it’s come to this.

The fact that “nice guys” feel they have to do this, just to try to make the point that they only want to BE nice to women, so they’ll have a shot at opening up a relationship or such . . . even though it’s clear they’re trying to get affection or even sex, just for being “nice”.

The worst of it is, it does ruin it for those of us who were raised in the prior century, who were raised to be polite to people, without any expectations of compensation or reward.

I was one of those boys who were raised -- by both parents and grandparents -- to do all the things that you were expected to do back then: hold open doors, offer assistance with boxes/bags, give a polite greeting or make small talk while at a bus stop or in a cafe, etc. etc. etc.  I was taught to ALWAYS respect a woman’s right to say no, if my queries got too personal, and to never, NEVER present myself in any way that would make them feel uncomfortable or afraid.

But, because of “boys” today, that form of being nice is now frowned upon, or treated with utter suspicion or disgust. So, the blame rests squarely on these “boys” for not learning the truth, as well as society for not trying to put down all the rampant misogyny and hate that has come about because these “boys” feel they’re due to have women give them what they want; at the expense of safety, well-being and in worst cases their very lives.

Being I’m nearly fifty now, it bears to point out that I learned the truth early on. Women do not owe anyone ANYTHING. This is not a race to win, and no woman is ever a “prize” to be claimed.

I never claim to be perfect in this sense. I did make mistakes when I was younger, but fortunately none of the lessons I learned ended up in tragedy or bad situations.

I just wish that more “boys” and “men” for that matter, would stop being neanderthal knuckleheads and actually LISTEN and LEARN this lesson. Stop trying to put up this front that you are just being “nice” to get sex, or a woman just to “prove you are a man!”. Women can tell when someone is being genuinely nice, and it’s often the better thing to just BE, rather than PRETEND TO BE.

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Posted with permission from the artist @ByTwistwood. Story by Matthew Wisner.