#Captain Valiant

[amtrax]

Finished Chuck’s expression shest

[howlingday]

Project "Solution"

Merlot: So... Mr. Winchester, yes? Tell me about yourself.

Cardin: My name is Cardin Winchester, and my dream is to be a huntsman. Being a hero is all I've ever wanted.

Cardin: I used to be a huntsman for almost a year, and I saved more than half a kingdom worth of people.

Merlot: Impressive, Mr. Winchester. But what is a specimen of such high caliber doing not being a huntsman?

Cardin: I... I finally got my license, and things were going great until... until they weren't. There was a situation, and I... I fractured parts of my spine. Even standing up gets to be a struggle at this point. I'm supposed to use a wheelchair, but... I never listened... And I'll probably never be a huntsman again. But... But I can't just give up on my dream. And if I can't help people smile and cheer again, then I don't think I ever want to live that life.

Merlot: ...

Cardin: So that's why I came here. If I can't live my life the way I want to, then I'll just donate my body and soul to science! Then... Then maybe someone else can live my dream for me, and be the hero I never could. Heck, maybe you can fix a broken spine while you're at it!

Merlot: How... valiant of you, Mr. Winchester. Very brave, too. Thank you, Cardin. Your... contributions... won't go to waste.

Cardin: Valiant? Heh heh... Yeah, that's me! Just call me Captain Valiant!

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Watts: "Power is earned. It is not gifted by some divine providence, but through sheer effort."

Watts: Sadly, I, too, was forced to suffer the indignation of being only half right. Power isn't gifted; it is delivered.

Watts: Grimm is not enough to win this war. We need soldiers. Weapons. And that, my dear Merlot, is where you come in, though I must say, I am unimpressed with your choice for this "super soldier" project. He's more brawn than brain.

Merlot: Your request was for physical fitness. "Mental capacity was irrelevant." Your words. And physical fit, he is. Especially his heart.

Watts: My request was for a mutant warrior, not a tragic hero. An asset she can wield; means to the end.

Merlot: "Occular amplifier." "Tensile-strength boostee." Regenerative healing factor." Everything about this project is overkill, especially if you want the Grimm to win. Mutagen-G is-

Watts: Was the former name of your base formula. My superior compond, Ouranos, vastly exceeds yours in every aspect.

Merlot: Hmph... And if he turns?

Watts: (Sets vial on the desk) Install this. Now.

Merlot: ...And if this fails?

Watts: Then SHE will take care of him.

[chronivore]

Captain Valiant

[starflungwaddledee]

please draw captain vul realistic birdman next

piece of cake. captain on deck!

[pregretting]

[yuck-pfaugh]

* Camilla and Pyrrha both got to have short hair, which [Nona] envied. Cam's was dark brown and bobbed off sharply at the chin and it felt nice against your cheek, and whenever Pyrrha didn't shave her head quick enough she got a little flat cap of dark terracotta, the colour of wet red earth at the building site. Most of Pyrrha was the colours of the building site: deep dried-out browns, dusty hunks of clay, rusted metal. She was raw and ropy and square-shouldered, and Camilla was long and shadowy and lean. Nona thought they were both exquisite.

* Nona always liked the science teacher's face, which was sort of snub-nosed and thin and crinkly around the eyes, but that morning she was frankly untidy. She was a gallant little person of fortyish who gave the impression that she had learnt a lot early in life and discovered late that it was no real good to her or anyone else. This lent her teaching a weightless, secretive feeling, like it was really all for fun at the end of the day. She liked to wear button-up shirts, often with suspenders to hold up the trousers, and a dust jacket to keep her clothes neat walking through the city; but that morning her shirt looked like yesterday's shirt and her face looked like yesterday's face—careworn, with her freckles fading into the background of her skin. All of the Angel was tinted in soft greys and browns, but she had delicious reddish freckles scattered on her cheeks and nose which added life and vivacity to her face[.]

* Crown, in her heavy boots and stained zip-up jacket and tough canvas trousers with bulging pockets, was the most beautiful woman in the city and maybe on the planet. She filled up the doorway like a light-up sign. She had skin like amber and wonderful hair exactly the colour of golden sugar, and if she had ever been in a queue to get something from a shop everyone would have asked her where she had been all their lives. You could have sold tickets to see her. When she smiled at Nona, like she did now, her purple eyes crinkled up at the corners. She was always happy to see Nona. Nona was regularly the only one happy to see her. [...] Crown was fantastically tall and big and gave wonderful hugs, the type where she put her arms around you and really squeezed. The only uncomfortable part was that with their height difference, Nona was always poked by the gun holstered at Crown's right hip and the sword scabbarded at her left. [...] The Angel was a bit shocked, like Crown looking the way she did was maybe illegal. [...] Crown laughed with very white and even teeth. [...] Crown was very nearly pretty enough for Camilla.

* What distinguished most of the portraits was that they were paintings, and very old, all except for one: a photograph of a woman with ferociously red hair and an expression that said she was about to hit the photographer.

* [T]he new person—a compact, medium-sized person with a machete strapped to each thigh and a small, heavy gun in their hands, not wearing an air mask, not wearing a hat. A mask hung around their neck as though they'd been in a hurry and hadn't pulled it up yet. Their face would have been fierce and handsome if it hadn't been puckered with shrapnel scars on both cheeks, across the nose that should've been flattish but had been broken once, in a peppery storm of burns at one temple. These scars meant they weren't fierce and handsome; they were super-cool and fierce and handsome. Their hair had been buzzed short on one side and kept longer on the other, the long part dyed a shriekingly electric blue, and their brows were dark and their eyes were darker, smudged with camouflage makeup above and beneath. And Nona had known who they were the moment their body moved, but the machetes helped. It was Our Lady of the Passion, for the first time unmasked. [...] Nona quite fancied Pash at this point. She had got to see her up close during all the preparations. She hadn't put her mask back on and she was wearing a thin-strapped top along with big trousers with heaps of pockets to put things in. She had wrangled her short blue-dyed hair behind a sweatband so that the longer bits didn't fall in her scarred eyebrows or green eyes, and every so often she scowled at Nona like she could cause Nona to melt away dead.

* The door opened, and someone walked in; an elegant middle-aged person with shadowy eyes. They were wearing no mask and no goggles and no hood, and their hair was pinned up in a neat roll atop their head and wrapped in a brief scarf with a blue stripe pattern. [...] Nona noticed that the light on Suffer's hair made it quite a nice chestnut colour, like rich mouse [Mousse? - Ed]. She was probably quite a bit older than Pyrrha, with strongly marked features and an aristocratic, slightly hooked nose, and her face was marked with lines that showed even beneath a light layer of powder and makeup. [...] We Suffer moved aside the flip-top computer and crossed her long legs. She was wearing trousers with lots of pockets, but she sat as though she were wearing something much prettier. In the olden days Nona would have immediately commenced practicing how to sit like that, and been able to do it perfectly the first time round; but now she looked at the commander with her elegant older face and she felt a great, hot pang inside her.

* The long corpse was dressed beautifully in white: white trousers, brown boots that looked nearly new, a white jacket with silver frogging and toggles. The jacket had been unbuttoned some. The girl looked like she had gone to sleep with her shoes on after a long, tiring day: her face had that half-past-a-dream expressio. Her red hair was even redder in the dark, brighter than Pyrrha's and redder than Honesty's, and the little wreath of bones and blossoms was askew over her temples. She had a decided chin and a nose that was the complete opposite of Nona's nose, one that put her in mind of those big poison desert cats Born in the Morning was crazy about. Nona wasn't at all sure she was beautiful. [...] What happened made her think much better of the corpse. It opened its eyes—and its eyes were yellow, the gold of the old sky, like hers only much foggier. Those were beautiful: Nona had always adored her eyes, and here they were again, on the corpse, only partially spoiled for being dead. They looked like treasure at night. The corpse looked at her in such mute, helpless appeal—spoke to her in her first language—that Nona did not have to think about what she did next. She leant down and laid a kiss right on that cool, dead, crooked mouth.

[fecto-eevee-agitando]

Did I ever post this anywhere?

So, uhm, have an Iron Valiant fan art that I made, like, months ago at school. Whaddaya think?

[ebthestarryknight]

So, this is the post I wanted to make back then. Here are some drawings of some of my Blorbos to celebrate having caught up with C3!! Finally, I can enter the fandom without fear!

[fierykitten2]

An incomplete list of Judas Priest songs I associate with Pokémon:

Breaking the Law: Quax, Spriggie, the Chars, Luna, Knight, Blueberry and Cherry, my aces in Scarlet and Violet. Usually at the same time

United: the same but usually only one quartet at at time. Also Quax and Spriggie are more in charge there (they sing the “so give me hope!” lines plus the first half of the quiet chorus at the end then the Chars join in for the second half of the quiet chorus and then the Paradoxes come in after that)

Grinder (I’ll get to songs that aren’t on British Steel eventually I swear): Quaquaval, especially Quax. It doesn’t help that there seem to be bird metaphors in the song

Metal Gods (I swear they’re not all from British Steel): Iron Valiant and Iron Leaves, especially Knight and Cherry

Living After Midnight (dammit another British Steel song I’m really bad at this): Quax and Spriggie

You Don’t Have to Be Old to Be Wise (no comment): Char the Armarouge and Cherry

Love Bites (finally one that isn’t from British Steel): Spriggie, with Char (the Ceruledge) as his victim (yes I feel bad about this being a straight ship when this is a Judas Priest song. I’m very sorry. If it helps, I’m sure Spriggie would do the same to Quax if he could (though I’ve been imagining he does it to Char to try and cheer her up and obviously Quax isn’t known for being an edgy sword knight))

Delivering the Goods: Spriggie and Cherry. It’s the stuff about stealing hearts

Riding On the Wind: the Proto Beasts and Neo Swords

No Surrender: as of yesterday, Armarouge and Ceruledge, especially the Chars

Rock Hard, Ride Free, Freewheel Burning, Hell Bent for Leather, Delivering the Goods (again) and as of yesterday Rapid Fire (another song off British Steel?): Gouging Fire and Iron Boulder (I associate Delivering the Goods more with Spriggie and Cherry)

Bonus: I don’t really associate it with a Pokémon (well, I associate the first line with Iron Crown because of another song I associate with the Proto Beasts and Neo Swords) but I associate the song Some Heads Are Gonna Roll with Falcon even though it’s a song about a corrupt government (I think), not having godly powers you don’t know how to control

[megahorous]

Got this book to go along with the Mario one !  These ones are new to me

-- It has the Super Mario Land story; that’s interesting !  Tatanga takes over the real world, with the help of a mean guy named Herman.  I don’t think it’s the whole story, because I saw a panel online of Herman trying to steal a sandwich

-- One character is now spending too much time with Girls and not enough playing Video Games.  Alas, if there were only time for both !

-- I wonder if there could be an interesting Super Mario Land story without all the real world stuff....like in the Sonic movie, Sonic comes to the real world and I thought “is the Sonic World[so to speak] not interesting enough?”  I probably would’ve preferred that when I was little

-- And they mention real things like Hershey and The Disney World; that’s interesting....I wonder if they’d even be allowed to do that anymore...

-- The Legend of Zelda comics; I’ve never read those but I read the article on Platypuscomix.com about them long ago.  I can see they’re kinda like the cartoon, with a pro-active Zelda and such

-- Captain N and Metroid too !

-- It’s too bad it doesn’t have the story “Breakout”; someone should tell Valiant Comics to make a complete collection of all of these, if they see him anywhere

-- A little bit of Punch-Out! too !  I got really into Wii Punch-Out! at the time, but I was never able to complete the NES version, which I played much later

[amtrax]

“Trademark”

Audio from Megaton Girl

Illustrated by @amtrax

[howlingday]

Ironwood: (Walks into his office, Stops)

Cardin: (Jumps from his seat, Salutes him) Good morning, sir! Coffee is ready, sir! (Chuckles, Drops salute, Sip coffee) Ooh! Hot!

Ironwood: (Glances)

Cardin: You know, Jimmy, it might be cynical to say, but Captain Valiant isn't just a hero name, it's... it's a sort of brand. And it is very, VERY important that the brand mean something. I mean, if I'm playing second fiddle to some cyborg asshole in another Academy, then what's the point? But maybe I'm wrong. What do you think, WINTER? (Points to red smear on the floor) Aw, she acts so tough, but she's so shy. But you do get what I'm saying, right? (Drops his smile) GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY KINGDOM.

Ironwood: ...

Ironwood: (Inhales, Exhales)

Ironwood: I'm going to feed you your own heart.

Cardin: ...Wow! Ha ha! Now THAT was a great line-

[maskedhatter]

Fingers crossed that RTD will still sneak Captain Scarlet references into his new era

[all-action-all-picture]

A Humdinger for Christmas

A 1976 advert for the Valiant Annual 1977. An all-star roster of stories included Captain Hurricane, Billy Bunter and Challenge Charlie! Painted cover by Mike Western. Treasury of British Comics.

[the-lady-general]

Saw the first episode of ENT (again? I'm sure I watched... something? Years ago? I don't remember a Klingon at all?) and oh my *fans self*. I love them all. I love Trip. Phlox is my favourite doctor. Fucking. Space leeches? Genius. I fear for poor Hoshi, nobody knows how linguistics works. Archer is the worst captain. He almost died like 736 times and it was 100% his fault. Safety regulations are written in "our captain's an idiot(derogatory) and when he gets himself killed THE VULCANS WILL JUST TAKE COMMAND OF OUR SHIP AND EVERYBODY'S COOL WITH THAT?!

[ginge1962]

Valiant Annual 1980 - another great car boot find for "peanuts"!

Strips featured include: Captain Hurricane, Black Max and Adam Eterno.