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A fan-art piece of my favorite characters: 

Marle, Vayne Aurelius & Sulfur (Cat), Nancy Wheeler, Emerald Herald, Me, Mirio, Zenyatta, Solaire of Astora, May

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My redesign for the new marvel characters, ""Snowflake"" and ""Safespace""

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I WANT TO TALK ABOUT THIS

I have seen plenty of hot takes and crummy opinions about this situation and I wanna talk about it.

HOW THEY ARE NOW: WHAT IS THIS?

These are some new “hip” “hello-fellow-kids” teen superheroes by Marvel. ““Safespace”” (who i’ll call “Pink” for now) is a “big, burly, sort of stereotypical jock” as described by their official bio and can create force fields for anyone but himself. ““Snowflake”” (who i’ll call “Blue” for now) is non-binary and can create ice shuriken. From the bio, we know that their story will be them dealing with the social issues surrounding the non binary community.

This would be good IF that wasn’t the only characterization they had. Instead, Blue and Pink are described in their bio as being obnoxious social geniuses, “hyper aware of modern culture and optics”, and just for extra “rEliaBiLITy”, as quoted from their official bio, “They’re probably streaming this.” They feel like what older people think is cool with the kids, like a PSA mascot who punches drug addiction in the face and flies away with his catchphrase “Don’t do drugs, Fam!” or “Drugs are NOT LIT, ok boomer?”

Correct me if i’m wrong, but I’m pretty sure nobody would want the only major representatives of their community in an otherwise oppressive and excessively masculine field to be unlikable douche bags. Why can’t they just be normal, maybe even (heavens forbid) LIKABLE characters with real human emotions and experiences?

We don’t have much more than their bio’s to draw from but we do have a picture and you know what they say, “A picture is worth a thousand words.”

THIS is OFFICIAL ART from the OFFICIAL WEBSITE!

WTH!?

Correct me if i’m wrong, but THIS looks like a weak, frail, surprisingly feminine non-binary person turning to their strong, confident, masculine partner for comfort and protection because they’re too weak to face their own problems. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I thought the nature of safe spaces is not to patronize and baby people but to support and encourage.

This is ENTIRELY CONTRARY to the message Marvel is trying to put forth! If they’re trying to support and display the community as strong and worthy of recognition, THIS is not doing that AT ALL! What’s gonna happen is comic readers uneducated in this field will see this character, hate them because they’re unlikable, and see non-binary people as weak and in need of a masculine pillar of protection.

This is HORRIBLE representation.

I would like to propose what they COULD have done and maybe, still can be done to save these characters.

FIXING THEM: PHYSICALLY

I have seen many videos critiquing and bashing these characters and I found them to be … misguided (I won’t name names). People have expressed dissatisfaction with their powers and designs, comparing them to other marvel heroes.

This is unfair. these characters are just kids. they don’t have to have Hulk or even spider man level power. They are crime fighting teens, working the small time, not universe-devouring god-killers. I think these limited powers are cool and interesting. They necessitate creative and interesting combat and problem solving.

In action it could be like this, Blue is agile and mainly on offense, dealing tons of damage and applying pressure, hardly worrying about defense. This is because Pink runs alongside them, keeping up and fending for himself as he casts barriers for Blue when necessary based off their psychic synchronization.

Alternatively, Pink could be on the offense while Blue darts around, getting in the enemies way so that Pink could cast a barrier over Blue. It would effectively be an agile shield orbiting and protecting Pink who deals massive damage without much concern in regards to defense. Blue could keep up some pressure and add chip damage from behind the barrier with their shuriken.

Their design on the other hand, is honestly dumb

They’ve got soft, boring silhouettes that are far too similar. The skin tight clothes are classic marvel style but are super outdated and honestly the worst. The matching hair is dumb and stupid.

I have seen some alternate designs by other more talented artists. Unfortunately, some of them are horrible and betray the characters and their overall message.

It’s very well made and the artist is super talented, but it plays into the hyper sexual old Marvel comics and makes Blue ultra feminine, something i’m sure the original artist and writer where desperate not to do, instead making Blue into an amorphous lump.

I have made my own redesign that I hope is closer to the writer and artist’s vision.

I gave them stark contrast and distinguished silhouettes. I tried hard to give the two of them more personality. Hopefully, you can all agree that it’s better than the original.

That was pretty simple, but now, I’ve got to do something about their douchbagieness

FIXING THEM: CHARACTER-WISE

To begin, let’s get better names. I saw some awesome new names from SpyV on youtube in their video “Redesigning “Snowflake” and “Safespace” | Marvel’s New Warriors Blunder”. The names they used were “Hail” for “Snowflake” and “Haven” for “Safespace”.

Now for their story. I don’t want them to feel like hokey PSA mascots, spouting slogans to the youth like “Be nice” or “Don’t be homophobic”. I want them to be actual people and characters.

These two are students at highschool. (grade 11/12) Haven is a crowd pleasing jock, valued for his physical ability and his participation on the football team. Though not exceptional, his stature and teamwork skills make him an invaluable asset that everyone loves out of necessity more than anything else.

Hail is as witty, snappy, confident person who stands up for their immediate friend group and the LGBT+ community in their school. They are still subject to the social conflicts and abuse that arise due to being non-binary in the socially harsh highschool environment. Due to the constant micro-aggression, Hail has grown abrasive and unapproachable as a self defense mechanism. The only person they can be genuine with is their brother, Haven.

These two share a psychic bond that allows a deep level of emotional sympathy between the two. Hail vents to Haven and relies on his emotional support. Haven tries his best to help but Hail’s circumstance is so different from his own that he can’t do much more than listen and accept Hail for who they are. Haven provides a safe space where Hail can be genuine, recuperate, and process their emotions during the tumultuous time that is highschool.

Hail is supported by Haven’s acceptance rather than his confidence and masculinity. Haven never white-knights for Hail and tries to solves their problems for them but, rather, provides support, acceptance, and encouragement, allowing Hail to fight their own battles.

Maybe, later on in their arc -  hear me out here - Haven discovers that he is gay and is thus ostracized by his peers at school and their roles are reversed. Hail must be a supportive and encouraging figure for Haven as his world changes around him.

In regards to their super hero team, perhaps someone in the team could act as a foil to Hail, being maybe not so subtly anti-LGBT+.(*cough*cough-screentime-cough*cough*) Maybe Haven is gay for one of the other members (B negative maybe?) and the feeling arn’t mutual and it’s kinda awkward but that’s the whole point. Sometimes, a crush is just a crush and it’s not meant to be and that’s part of growing up.

In the end, they both graduate and realize that all the drama from their school days is gone. They realize how big the world is and move forward, forging a better world.

CONCLUSION

I really hope that those comics arn’t absolute garbage and the LGBT+ community can get some decent representation. Correct me for anything weird or inaccurate I said. Please don’t obliterate the writers or the artists. Thanks for reading.

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Look at this wonky lizard dude

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A stylized dude: Dune

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Alas, more...

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Pt.2

Who was the observer of this whole sequence? The thought hadn't occurred to them until just now. They had a body but it was distant and nebulous. It was in the past. Drenched in the vague filter of time. The sequence was a memory. Where was the observer now? In the present?

A body slowly crept into reality, growing out from the center of the chest. It seemed coated in a thick layer of lead. Locked in place by its own weight, pressing relentlessly downward into an uncomfortably flat mattress. Feeling trickled into the mass that was the body.

A brutal ache resonated evenly and thoroughly throughout every muscle. Attempts at movement resulted in pitiful twitches and painful tension.

The head appeared suddenly and rudely in response to a tug from the neck tendons. A sharp pain shot through the entire skull beginning at the left ear and spidering out cruelly. A sharp inhale in response.

This seemingly small action proved intriguing. Their lungs where incredible. They seemed huge and incredibly efficient. Breathing felt like dinking a cool glass of fresh water. It energized and invigorated. It also burned. Not a pleasant minty burn but a sharp chemical burn. It felt as though someone had scrubbed their lungs with bleach. It wasn't unbearable but it was mildly uncomfortable.

The invigoration that came with breathing braught more sensation into the rest of His body. His. Every muscle was inflated and fleashed out. Each was filled with power, shackled by the ache that plagued every inch of him.

He opened his eyes. He was laying in a small, bland, white room. The ceiling emitted a faint florescent glow. The air was just a little too cold and tasted stale. He laid beneath a thin blanket and upon an uncomfortably firm mattress. The room was a square about as long as he was tall. He sat up on the bed. His movements felt effortless yet painful. After a moment or two of getting over the aches he flared up all over his body, he examined the room again from this new angle.

He was sat about a foot above the floor and his head was about a foot from the ceiling. The floor was coated in a thin layer of dust that tainted the white tiles gray. Streaks in the dust caused by wheels and footsteps revealed the shiny tiles. There was an all around medical feel.

Had he gotten in an accident? Where was he? Who had brought him here? Had their been a surgery?

The streaks in the dust led to a large, solid, brushed metal door with a rubber seal around the edge. In one corner of the room was a drinking fountain that sprayed the water into a toilet bowl on the floor. Their were no switches or levers anywhere. Not even a doorknob.

This was a prison cell.

He stood up from the mattress and came up to his full hight which was ---

The pain in his head that had ebbed since it's initial flair lashed out viciously, deep into his skull. His eyes blacked out for a moment and his hand flew up to his left ear.

Or at least, where his ear should have been.

In its place was a flat dome with a short thin structure sticking diagonaly out of the top. It had a smooth metal texture and was a bit warmer than his skin. Pressing or pulling against it caused his vision to dim, his ears to ring and a horrible pain to arc through his head. After he stabilized, his mind began to race.

Who did this? What is this thing? Where am I? Why did it replace my ear? Was their an accident?

What happened?

He scrambled around the room looking for a way out, a crack anything. The mattress sat upon a block of concrete integrated into the floor and walls. The door was tight. The hinges were on the outside so dismantling it wasn't an option. The ceiling was actually made of concrete. The source of it's glowing was anyone's guess. He turned to examine the toilet bowl next but found his own reflection on the water and stopped.

His face was pale and clean. His hair was buzzed almost bald. His eyes where deep and sad looking, framed in dark creases that aged his otherwise youthful face. The thing on the side of his head had a chrome finish. An empty triangle was etched onto the dome and a line was etched up the length of the antenna.

Antenna.

That word he had picked himself to describe the thing on his head terrified him. Was it broadcasting his thoughts to any receiver that tuned in? Was it a receiver itself, taking commands from some distant, unknown organization? Where they controlling him in his sleep?

Footsteps outside the room. Shouts. Voices calling out and speaking quickly. A different language. Everything shook. Sirens. Screams. An explosion.

An LED lit up the triangle on the side of his head. Pale Blue.

I DON'T WANT TO.

A sound, louder than thunder rushed into his head. Blackout.

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How about some...

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Pt.1

The terminal was strange.

It was spacious and white with blunt grey concrete protruding rudely into the clean space. Brushed metal beams were spaced evenly along the glass wall facing the runways. There where many corrugated steel hangars lined up neatly along the acre of tarmac. The cleanliness of it all was unsettling.

The immaculate carpet was nothing like the discolored, worn ones you would find anywhere else, plastered across concrete and begging for a vacuuming. A sizable selection of identical, vacant benches where layed out pristinely in rows of four along the glass wall, looking out. It seemed as through they where expertly calculated sculptures rather than welcoming furniture. Despite the impressive array of hangars, the only airplane in sight was the one that had just emptied it's passengers into this mannequin terminal.

Ten characters had made their fateful trips to this terminal terminal.

There where three women. Two where short with straight, soulderlegth black hair and an aisian complexion. They wore ordinary tshirts and jeans. The third was slightly taller than the other two and had red-brown hair pulled into a short ponytail and an ordinary, American face. She was with a taller man with short black curly hair and a rather prominent nose. His skin was an olive shade. The two of them wore similar outfits; tight pants, and athletic shoes with light jackets of matching brand.

A lone man with long, messy hair tied in a bun and a patchy beard hauled a large rucksack in his wiry arms. There where three Asian looking men in business suits in various shades of blue. One was fairly older than the other two who weren't that close in age themselves. Another suit donning man was there too. He had heavily gelled, pale red hair and his suit was a bright blue pinstripe. His eyebrows where almost lighter than his pale skin.

There was one overarching feature shared between all the passengers; the look of frenzied panic and overwhelming exhaustion.

The pilot and flight attendant where speaking to the statuesque security guards who where evenly spaced along the glass wall. They stood straight backed and wore deep blue, crisply fitted blazers and simple lemon-shaped hats of the same color.

It started happening again. All at once. Like it always does. Everyone in their places. The tone of the pilot's voice coming to a crescendo, the American woman yelling out, the thump of the rucksack colliding with a guard, the blue uniformed arm swinging into view, white gloves grasping at wrists, and blackout. It never went any further than that.

The terminal was strange.

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Based off a "draw this in your style" by thejedhenry on Instagram

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An art redo. Sometimes it's okay to restart a project that isn't working out.

Also, it's my oc: Domonic

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A simple self portrait

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A samurai design I did during inktober

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How about, old and UGLY janky digital art feat. an oc: Witch

Yikes

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What about, EDGY old janky digital art feat. another oc: Pocket

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Some old, janky digital art feat. an oc: Happy

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Story Idea Pitch:

War tension and Extreme nationalism causes a country to kidnap tourists and immigrants so that they can turn them into remote control supersoldiers, send them back to their native countries, and make them wreak havoc when the time is right.

Untill,

The world ends in the ensuing war, leaving the supersoldiers to wake up, have no idea what happened or who they are, and try to figure out what happened and how to continue living with weird superpowers in the post apocalypse.

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Goofy bubble boi oc: Jules

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My oc doing a thing: Tori