#Martian dog

[skullislandproductions]

Final cover for Green Lantern issue 46 Looney Tunes variant 2015. By Jorge Corona, of characters I penciled (see previous posts) from a concept by DC art director, Mark Chiarello. 

[superbat-love]

Wonder Woman: Wouldn't it be nice if we could have pets aboard the Watchtower?

Martian Manhunter: We already have 2 dogs and 2 cats.

Wonder Woman: We do?

Martian Manhunter: Yes, we have 2 cats here [gestures at Batman and Green Lantern hissing at each other] and 1 dog there… [gestures towards the door]

The Flash bursts into the room, yelling about a missing coffee mug. He zips around briefly in search of it before dashing off again. Green Lantern huffs and stomps off to one corner, sweeping papers and pens off the table before lying down on it. Meanwhile, Batman stomps off to the other side where Superman is napping, climbing over him to reach a folder tucked behind a monitor.

Wonder Woman: I see. What about the other dog?

Martian Manhunter: [points to Superman]

Superman instinctively hugs Batman, only to receive an elbow jab in return. He wakes up and glances around in confusion. Catching Batman’s glare, Superman lies back down and closes his eyes, drifting back to sleep.

[backupmissingno]

[buginacup]

I regret to inform you that Multiversus is really good, actually.

[nitpickrider]

She...gave the dog a cape. Because you named it Wonder Dog. What the hell is this run's problem? Can we not even have the simple joys of a dog in a cape without this run being too cool for it?!

[90s-2000s-barbie]

[swarple]

I want to squeeze (and hug and kiss) them no you may not judge me for it

[rubywritten]

Thinking about the Redbull era martian again and how Mark was “always the bridesmaid never the bride” brought to gloriously tortured life

[madame-mongoose]

His ass is NOT escaping the babygirl allegations

[hurricane-heatt]

tears me apart when he grants my wishes?

Sebastian’s hands are shaking a bit, but it’s fine because Webber has got his foot on the intruder’s chest, knocked to the floor with a steadily blackening eye. When his eyelids do open they look swollen, and Webber borderline growls at him when he attempts to scramble up.

“Stay down. This is your warning.”

“Fuck you, get off.” Webber doesn’t move. God, this is a fucking mess. Sebastian rolls up his sleeves and takes a deep breath, just watches as the intruder tries to get back up. It’s not happening.

“Sebastian, Jesus, can you get your fucking dog off me?” Webber must then twist his boot in a particularly unpleasant way because the guy underneath groans and squirms.

“Seb. Tell him to give it a rest.” Webber looks up at Sebastian. He doesn’t feel great about this, but Webber doesn’t know. Mark doesn’t know, and he can’t know.

“Okay, just- let him up.”

“Are you crazy? He just tried to-” Webber sounds it, wide eyed with his leg unmoving. Sebastian interrupts him. “Yeah, I know, just do it.”

Mark blinks, clenching his hands into fists and letting them go, a sure sign of frustration with Sebastian. He’s seen it before. “No. I’m not- It’d be irresponsible.” says Mark, and some would call it pleading without saying please at all. “I can’t let you do that.”

The man grins from under Webber’s boot for some bizarre reason, and so he digs his heel in further and grimaces slightly at the sound the recipient makes. Sebastian can’t bear to watch, shuts his eyes.

With the pained expression he sees etched on Sebastian’s face, but his unmoving mouth, Mark tries again. “Seriously, Seb?”

Sebastian just bites his lip nearly white, eyes still shut. “Let him get up.”

He can’t see anything but there’s a noise of complaint from the guy on the floor, no heavy boot hitting solid ground with a stomp that echoes. So, means must.

Sebastian keeps his eyes shut.

“Webber. That’s an order.”

This is the calm before what Sebastian assumes will be a storm, the moment of silence as the words sink into the walls. He cracks open his eyes, sees Mark stood there, staring at him incredulously before the expression drops to entirely neutral.

Finally, with furrowed eyebrows, Webber lifts the weight of his foot off the man lay below.

He coughs as he sits up, and with a hand from Sebastian, is brought to his feet, to join him at his side. “You gonna tell him who I am, or?” He pats Sebastian on the shoulder but looks straight at Webber, who holds his position. Arms crossed, looking down.

“This is-“

“I don’t care, Sebastian. I’ll be by the entrance. If you need me, call.” He resigns, and walks to the doorway. It’s his usual line but it feels weird, now. Disjointed.

The door opens, and without a look back, he’s gone. It slams on its hinges behind him. Sebastian feels his stomach turn before he faces his intruder.

“Bit uptight, isn’t he?”

[chernobog13]

Brian Bolland's recreation of the cover for Action Comics (vol. 1) #583 (September, 1986) by Curt Swan and Murphy Anderson (Swanderson). That was the last issue featuring the Silver Age/Bronze Age-version of Superman before the big John Byrne reboot of the character after Crisis On Infinite Earths.

Bolland's art was used as the cover for the 2009 hardcover book Superman: Whatever Happened To The Man Of Tomorrow? Deluxe Edition reprint.

[ryanribbity]

Marvinversus

[skullislandproductions]

Green Lantern issue 46 Looney Tunes variant cover 2015. The third time’s the charm! Version 3 with a more tied down Marvin, and an adjustment to K-9’s attitude to have him more in line with his master’s plan (which was similar to my original, submission not pictured on Tumblr).

[theanimationalley]

[man-on-mars]

what would happen if i sent to you, letter by letter, the bee movie script?

Do it bitch I dare you

[vertigoartgore]

2010's The Simpsons' Treehouse of Horror #16 cover by Bill Morrison.