#doom x reed

[bebx]

Julian McMahon and Ioan Gruffudd at Fantastic Four premiere ♡

[rakubalka]

Danny and the Doom shinanagans

I know we all have seen the dcxdp troupe of Clockwork putting Danny in a universe that would work as a rage room BUT hear me out rather than DC he puts him in marvel and tells him to go full gremlin mode

So he does . Either as Fenton or Phantom or maybe as both he becomes a menace . Probably trou pranks and robing planetariums and whatever there is something that has aliens or stars or space - you get my point

Now what I think would be hilarious is if people think he has to have connection whit Dr Doom . Doesn't matter what connection . Examples of theories people have of those two :

*he can be his clone

*he can be a him from a parallel universe that somehow got here

*his son(that he may or may not know about)

*a test tube baby of him and reed rechards

The probabilities are near endless

[comicsgallery-marvel]

X-Men + Fantastic Four (2020) #1-4

[imperiuswrecked]

MARVEL SNAP

collaboration with Martin Garrax & Jvkesongs

[wwprice1]

Fantastic Four 700 cover by Alex Ross.

[portwinestains]

doom and reed imprinting on each other like freaks in college and staying obsessed forever... THE foemance blueprint

[notrandtumblin]

Another entry into our statistical experiment to determine the best Marvel casting choice.

This poll is dedicated to the Fantastic Four. We have now covered (most of) the MCU, (most of) the X-Men, Deadpool, and The Fantastic Four.

Next we will determine the best casting choice of the remainder of the Fox characters then move on to Sony - including Morbius! YAY!

At the end of this endeavor we will face off all the winners and decide, once and for all with science, who was the best acting choice in Marvel history.

Also, let me know if you reckon I ought to include casting choices that we’ve yet to see in a movie (like Mahershala Ali as Blade). I’m currently unsure if I will.

[mxrvellous]

X-Men / Fantastic Four (2020) #1-4

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Tony: Victor we talked about this! You can't curse in front of the kids!

Doom: You are lucky I like you or I would be punishing you for speaking with me with such disrespect

Tony: *sugestivly* Oh you can totally punish me later. *more seriously* Now...

*Doom removes the curse he put on the waiter and all his family for being rude with Kamala*

Sam: *whispering* did he really say punish me later.

Miles: *also whispering* hush, i'm trying to repress the memory

Khamala: *whispering as well* also we just saw a guy almost go up in flames cause a curse priorities guys.

Miles: *whispering* no Nova is right the sex thing is still more traumatic.

Viv: *whispering* i don't understand is Doom hurting Mr. Stark? If so why aren't you doing something?

Sam: *whispering* oh you poor inocent child.

Viv: *whispering* inocent? Can you explain to me...

Amadeus: *whispering* well when two old guys love each other very much...

Riri: *sending him the look* *whispering* don't you dare! *to Viv* I'll explain it to you later, babe.

Tony: Oy, what are you guys whispering? *dramatically* No! Don't tell me it must be some tennager thing. Oh to be young again.

Doom: You aren't that old.

Tony: Thank you, Vicbabe, but I am. Yesterday I had to text Reed's kids because I couldn't get a meme! *pityfully* I used to be the one explaining memes to Steve and now I'm just as lost as Winghead.

[cryptocollectibles]

Earth X / Paradise X / Universe X 13 Issue Lot (1999-2003) Comic Books

Written by Jim Krueger, drawn by various, covers by Alex Ross.

[bebx]

DoomReed crack because I love them. @vonxdoom

[rakubalka]

Doppelganger of Doom

Look he was bored and sorting trout the amassed paperwork of the time Pariah was asleep(which was a LOT) isn't exactly that interesting so he answered the call .

Which is how he ended up in a teenage slumber party . Needless to say the teenagers were very surprised that they succeeded in summoning the ghost king and very terrified that they may have unleashed a cosmic horror on their planet . After a quick reassurance that no he has no interest in conquering or enslaving the world and only answered because he was bored of doing paperwork did things finally cooled down . He got a lot of questions which weren't really all that hard and got a few sandwiches and other goodies (he hasn't had some of those in decades) out of it so he would say it was a productive night .

The morning after the party , whit a few quick questions about how their stars look , are named after and how they are connected . He decided to take it as a vacation(if the realm needs him they can just pop in this reality and get him) and start goin to whether place has info on space (he may or may not have broken into a few government or privately owned places it's not like it's all that important well that and it's not like they can sue him :) )

So anyway he now has a stalker that keeps on calling him Victor and it's seriously creeping him out . Like seriously not even Vlad was that creepy in his frootloop era and that is saying something . He can't believe that he somewhat misses his paperwork in comperason to dealing with this guy .

[acatalystrising]

I have FINALLY returned! Life have been nuts but I’m getting back into the swing of things. I have a lovely requested one shot in the works, and I absolutely cannot wait to share it. I want it to be perfect so I’m taking the time it needs to be just right. In the meantime, I have something a little less…sweet…and moreeee…indulgent. Yeah, that’s it. LOOK, I’ve been missing my green tin can man, and I have had THOTS.

So without further ado, please enjoy this purely filthy oneshot of ROTJ bounty hunter Boba, in his prime, just because I felt like it. (And iffff you really like it, there may or may not be more hehe)

(Obviously this is NSFW, minors DNI. Predator/prey, dom Boba x sub!reader, reader is a virgin, dirty talk/praise, slight voyeurism if you squint, and Boba just being…well, Boba. *Because we all know younger Boba is a menace okay*)

Oneshot: Reckoning

Your uncle had trained you for this moment.

Had prepared you for the day this nightmare would arise. You knew a hunter would come, the only question was who. But no amount of training could compare to standing face to face with him.

Boba Fett.

Of all the bounty hunters in the Galaxy, fate had deemed to send the best. You’d heard of him, of course, but nothing could have prepared you for a face to face encounter with the armored hunter.

The T-visor was black and inhuman, boring into your soul, and you had the distinct worry that he could read your panicked thoughts. He stood before you, head to toe in chipped green beskar, path barred only by the counter between you both - but you weren’t a fool. You knew it offered you no safety. If he wanted you, he’d get you. But he wasn’t here for you…and yet, that did nothing to ease your frayed nerves.

“Garrett Dal’isk,” the bounty hunter’s voice was deep and coarse, with an odd accent that burned like fine wine in the back of your throat. “Where is he.”

This wasn’t posed as a question. He knew this was your uncle’s shop, probably already knew where you both lived. Might have been watching you for an unknown span of time before striking. Kriff, what if he’d overheard the plan? Maybe he was just toying with you in some sick game, maybe you were doomed and-

“I asked a question, girl.” His voice hardened like iron, nearly a growl. He patted his gun with his free hand, held at the ready. “Won’t repeat myself.”

Shit. It was now or never.

“He went to get more wares,” you kept your tone even, but were unable to hide the tremor in your voice. “In the nearest town, that is.”

Boba Fett was silent for a moment, his helmet tilting slightly to the side, a lone finger tapping on his weapon. He clearly wasn’t satisfied. You’d barely given him anything to go by. And he had said he wouldn’t repeat himself, hadn’t he? Maker, you’d get yourself killed if you kept this charade up.

“It’s Dask,” you let your words rush faster, embarrassment flushing your cheeks when he took a step closer, spurred footsteps clinking, like nails hammering into your coffin. “Five miles west of here. He’ll be at Olly’s, getting more supplies. Big blue building, you can’t miss it. And if he’s not there he’ll be-“

“That’s all I need,” his voice was sudden and sharp, though you could have sworn you detected a touch of amusement in his tone. You were probably imagining things. “So quick to betray your uncle, hmm?”

You swallowed hard, heartbeat pounding rapidly in your ears as horror flooded your stomach. How’d he know that?

“I…he…” you took a compulsive step backward, true fear overtaking your chest. “He…”

Fett chuckled, but it was a dry, humorless laugh that crackled through his vocoder like dry reeds in the wind. He took another step forward, as if following you, until he was leaning against the counter, helmet tilted to peer down at you, gloved hands mere inches away.

“You’d better be telling the truth,” his helmet tilted again to the side, and you flinched when he lifted a hand and brushed a fleck of dirt off your shoulder, “if you’re not, I’ll still catch him. Then I’ll deal with you.”

He stepped back, unseen eyes boring into you, giving you a final glance before promptly turning and walking back out the way he came. You heard his spurs even after the door closed, punching through the silence.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

And then they faded away to nothing.

You slumped against the counter, heart hammering, and promptly dry heaved into the trash can.

Oh maker, you were a dead woman walking.

-

The last hours of your shift were absolute hell.

It had been so…quiet. Barely any customers, leaving you trapped with your thoughts. You’d nearly bitten off all your nails to the point of bleeding, too anxious to stop pacing. But time passed by, as it always did, and there was no sign of Fett, or your uncle. Eventually, you closed up the shop and headed home…hoping for your sake your uncle was long gone.

Even as your speeder slowed to a stop in front of the quaint house you two shared, the anxiety roiled in the pit of your stomach like a growing storm.

There were no lights on inside.

Swallowing down your growing dread, you slipped in the house, and judging by the silence that awaited you, you were alone. Your shoulders sagged in relief as you piled your belongings on the counter with a sigh, walking down the hall toward your room. Maker, you were tired. Your uncle had been a fool, stealing those credits from the wrong people. Now you both would pay for it. He was your only family, really, but you still didn’t want to die because of his mistakes.

You stepped inside your dark room and turned to shut the door, when a familiar rasping voice broke the tense silence.

“You’re not a good liar, girl.”

Oh gods no.

You shrieked, twisting the doorknob to bolt, but a hand much larger than yours slammed the door shut. You were wrestled against it and pinned there, face pressed to the wood, one impossibly strong hand on your shoulder, the other around your throat.

“Tried to throw me off the trail? Nice try, not good enough.” Boba Fett’s voice was rough, right next to your ear, and you winced when you felt the cold beskar brush against your skin. “Your uncle hadn’t even made it to the shuttle. Shouldn’t have gotten involved.”

You could feel his body pressed against yours, the sharp edges of his armor digging into your much softer flesh. Despite the precarious situation, something about the low register of his voice and the position he was holding you in caused a completely different reaction then the fear currently flooded your lungs.

“Are you going to kill me?” When you finally spoke, your voice was small. The fear nearly chocked your words. You felt him shift against you, and you squeezed your eyes shut, expecting to feel the muzzle of his blaster against your temple.

But Boba Fett merely pulled back far enough to flip you around so you were facing him, those big hands pinning you to the wall by your shoulders.

“Any reason I shouldn’t?” His voice was a growl, the helmet predatory in the dark. He lifted a hand to your chin and you flinched, feeling his grip tighten ever so slightly as he tilted your head back. “Would be a shame, though, to waste this pretty face.”

You should have been enraged. Offended. Disgusted, even. And if it had been any other man holding you this way, you would have let lose a string of profanities. But for some reason, his words rendered you mute. You openly gaped at him, feeling betrayed by your own body as your cheeks heated up in a blush.

“Come now, don’t be shy,” Fett’s voice had taken a distinctly rougher tone, and you shivered when his thumb brushed against your throat. “Tell me why I shouldn’t kill you. Beg for it.”

You opened your mouth, but no words came. Stars, you were going to die. Boba pulled away, removing his hand from your chin, and you whimpered when he lifted his blaster into your line of sight.

“I said beg,” he gestured at you with a flick of the weapon. “Won’t ask again.”

“I…” you stammered, heart pounding. Maker, he was strong. “My uncle is…he…he hurts me. I only helped because he, he forced me to. Otherwise I…I would never. Never get between you and…and…your prey. Wouldn’t dream if it, no. I’m smarter…then that. Absolutely smarter. Would never…”

The grip on your shoulder tightened, and you winced when he leaned closer. He smelled of leather and blaster smoke, and you found yourself staring into that black visor as he closed the distance between you.

“That’s right,” Fett holstered his blaster with a practiced twirl, grip loosening ever so slightly on your shoulder. “Be a good girl and act like it.”

Oh gods.

You couldn’t stop the shudder that rippled through your body, and you desperately hoped he saw it as fear, and nothing else.

You should have known better.

“Liked that, hmm?” He pulled you away from the door, into the middle of the room. He released you from his clutches and slowly circled you, movements calculating, precise. “Should be scared for your life, but no…bet you’ve soaked your underwear, too. Dirty, dirty girl.”

You shivered, arms crossed over your chest, face assuredly flushing the brightest red as he stopped before you again, arms held loosely at his sides.

“I could kill you. Would be easy,” he stated this more as a fact than a threat, once again reaching for your chin. This time you didn’t flinch. “Must be really desperate, to be turned on by an old hunter.”

“You don’t…don’t seem that old,” you dared to speak, voice shaking, and swallowed hard. “I’m sure everyone begs and tries to get away. But I’m not…not a bounty. There’s no profit in my death, so please don’t kill me, I never…asked for this.”

Fett was silent for a moment, thumb ghosting over your skin before slowly stroking your throat, making your breath catch in your chest. Maker above…

“None do.” He pulled away, and you stopped yourself from leaning forward, feeling dizzy from his mere touch. “Stay out of my way, little one. Won’t be as merciful next time.”

Little one? Was that a pet name? You blinked, too stunned to speak.

Next time?

You frowned when he walked around you and opened the door as if he lived there, casually glancing back with a tilt of his helmet.

“Will I…see you again?” You felt the words leaving your lips before you could stop them, desire still overriding fear.

Stars, you swore you could feel the smirk hidden behind the helmet.

“Better hope for your sake you won’t,” Boba Fett gave you one final glance before walking out of your room and exiting your home, leaving you with an entirely different problem to deal with.

-

Two weeks had passed, and there hadn’t been a sign of your uncle or Fett.

You’d run the shop as you’d planned in a worst case scenario, managing to keep the roof over your head. You’d be damned if you didn’t try to make it despite the poor hand of cards fate had dealt you. But for some reason, you couldn’t get the armored hunter off your mind.

Maybe it had been his voice. Or the armor that made him look so menacing. Perhaps it was the way he held you, and spoke those words that made you shudder. Words you couldn’t get out of your head, try as you might. Words you were replaying, even now, as you lay on your bed and had your fingers buried in your aching heat, so desperately close to release.

What would he be like? Rough, you figured. Strong, bending you to his will. Not that you knew much of such things, but a girl could imagine. Imagine his lips on your neck as he filled you, reaching the places you couldn’t, bringing you to a shuddering orgasm that rivaled those brought by your much smaller fingers.

Would he kiss you? Keep his helmet on? Or even fuck you at all? Maker, you needed to move on, but as heat began to flood your core, you felt his name slipping from your lips in a pathetic plea. You were so, so close…

“Oh Boba…”

A loud crash broke your concentration, and you yelped, pulling your hands free and jumping to your feet, pulling your pants back on. What the hell? Was it your uncle? Fett? A robber? You reached for your blaster even as booted footsteps pounded down the hallway. Fear twisted in your gut as your door burst open, revealing a stranger.

You screamed, raising the blaster to fire, and the man smirked, his own blaster aimed at you.

“Don’t even try it, girlie,” he pointed at the ground with a sneer. “Drop the weapon and come along quietly. I’ve had enough difficult bounties for one day.”

Your eyes widened. Bounty?

“You…you’re looking for my uncle.” You didn’t drop the blaster. “He was already taken. You’ve got the wrong person.”

The man only smirked and withdrew a tracking fob, pressing a button, revealing a small holographic picture of your face.

“Looks like a match to me.” He tucked the fob away, gesturing at you with his weapon. “So put it down. You’re not getting out of this.”

Panic coursed through you like lighting, horror numbing your brain. Maker, what was happening? Why would you be wanted? What could you have possibly done to warrant…

Shit.

This had to be your uncle’s doing.

“What did I say? Put it down!” He went to take a step forward, bearded face twisted in a dark glare. “You’d better listen or I’ll-“

A plasma bolt suddenly slammed into the man’s back, dropping him to the ground. Smoke wafted from a charred hole between his shoulders, and you shrieked when none other than Boba Fett stepped into the doorway, deftly stepping over the body.

“I didn’t do anything, I swear-“ you immediately launched into a plea, but he held up a hand, inspecting the body in silence.

You watched, terror rising renewed in your chest, as he approached you, chipped armor gleaming in the sunlight. He stopped a mere inch away, helmet tilted down toward you, and you couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran down your spine.

“Had I known you’d be using my name to get yourself off, I’d have done the job myself.” His gruff tone was uniquely coy, and despite your terrible situation, your cheeks burned furiously.

“I…I…did you watch?” Embarrassment flooded through you and you tried to turn away. “How long have you been here? Who would be so…so vile?”

His hand lashed out faster then you could blink and latched onto yours, pulling you against his armored chest. You thudded into him with a wheeze, hands pressed against his armor, and could only stare up at his helmet with wide eyes.

“Next time you’re gonna take care of business, don’t leave your window open,” his voice was a growl, one that sent heat pooling straight to your center. “I was tracking the idiot trying to take you. Now, where were we?”

“I shouldn’t have a bounty. I haven’t don’t anything, I-“

A gloved finger pressed against your lips, silencing you.

“Not that, little one. We’ll deal with that oversight later.” Fett drug his finger down your lips in a near caress, stroking your jawline. Damn, he must have paid attention to how it had affected you. “You didn’t finish.”

“Finish? What do you-“ your eyes widened when the implications of his words hit home. “Oh. OH. It’s nothing, it’s fine.”

Fett released you, and you nearly stumbled, watching him with wide eyes as he set down his blaster, helmet still trained on you.

“I won’t force anything on you.” He regarded you with a slightly tilted helmet, voice low, even. But not entirely unkind. “But I can help you, if you want.”

Stars, you felt like prey. Cornered, trapped. But maker, you could only stammer, words stumbling from your lips like a baby deer taking its first steps. Since when did the prey want to be hunted? To be captured?

Oh kriff, you were doomed.

“But I…I…umm, well you see…” you flushed, meeting the visor’s blank, yet intent stare, afraid you’d ruin whatever this…was. “I’m…well, a virgin.”

Boba Fett was silent. Silent when he slowly approached, spurs clicking on the floor. Silent when his fingers once again found your chin, tilting your face up to meet his.

“I came all this way for a kriffing virgin?” His voice was rough like hewn stone, ragged like a beast barely restrained.

You nodded, wide eyed, too scared and ashamed to speak. Would he reject you? Kill you if he lost interest? But Boba merely stroked your cheek with his thumb, an uncharacteristically gentle gesture, breaking the silence with a deep chuckle laden with promise.

“Nothing to be ashamed of, mesh’la.” He traced your jawline with a gloved finger, dropping to your neck, stopping right at your pulse point. Your breath was ragged, huffing, waiting, wondering what he would do next. “Say no, and I’ll walk away. This never happened.”

Oh maker, but you didn’t want to say no. Heat coiled in your stomach, growing like a wildfire between your legs. You swallowed thickly, eyes wide, gaze fixed on that impassive visor.

Damn it all, chances were you were going to die anyway.

“I…on one condition,” you nearly flinched when he took another step forward, pinning you against the wall, so very close.

“Depends on the request,” his answer was nearly a purr as he drug a finger across your lips.

“Kiss me.” Your chest was so tight you could barely breathe, much less speak. “If I’m gonna die, or get fucked, I at least want a kiss out of it.”

He paused, as if the request was unexpected. You watched with bated breath as he seemed to calculate a response.

Boba Fett chuckled, a dark, low rumble from his chest that settled in the back of your throat like fine wine. Stars, he was dangerous. He absentmindedly ran his fingers through your hair, pinching a lock in-between his thumb and index finger.

“Little princess has a dirty mouth, hmm?” He gripped your hair tighter, pulling ever so slightly. Heart pounding, you did your best to stifle a moan. “What would your uncle think? His little girl being so filthy with a bounty hunter. Begging for him to fill her. Wanting him to be her first.”

“Don’t…don’t care.” You swallowed again, daring to sneak a glance down at his codpiece.

Boba’s hand lifted from your hair and returned to your chin, directing your gaze back at his helmet.

“Curious mouse.” He chucked again, running his other hand down your side, stopping at your hip. “Think you’re brave, girl? Asking for what no one gets. Is that right?”

You nodded, heartbeat pounding so loud you wagered he could hear it. His grip on your chin tightened, bringing your focus back on him, and him alone.

“Use your words, princess.”

“Y-yes…” you didn’t look away, even as your pulse thrummed beneath his touch, betraying just how much he affected you. “Sir.”

He grunted, the hand at your hip dropping lower, thumb hovering dangerously close to your crotch. You wriggled against him, anticipation rising, nearly muddling your thoughts to complete disarray. Maker, this man would destroy you…and you’d let him.

His helmet pressed against your cheek, and when he spoke, you felt a shiver run down your spine. He slowly lifted a hand to the side of his helmet, unlocking the clasp with a soft airy hiss.

“Good girl.”

[heckcareoxytwit]

X-Men and Doom's Mutants VS Killian Devo of Orchis

Killian Devo of Orchis is planning to do something diabolical when the X-Men attack him. However, before the X-Men could do anything, Devo presses the button which turns out to be a trap for the X-Men. The weapon he activated is the Negative Zone Portal trap which originally belonged to Reed Richards of the Fantastic Four. Killian Devo and the Orchis had confiscated the equipment when Reed went missing. The Negative Zone Portal Trap sucks up the X-Men until Kamala Khan has an idea. With the help of Emma Frost, Kamala calls Doctor Doom to send his Latverian Mutant squad to help them. Since Emma knew that Doom hates Reed, she convinces him to send in his mutants. Emma figured that Doom would not allow anyone (except Doom himself) to steal his rival's weapons. The Latverian Mutants arrive to help the X-Men and they defeat Killian Devo, saving the X-Men from getting sucked in to oblivion. Kamala Khan and the X-Men congratulate Doom's Mutants for saving them.

X-Men v6 #33, 2024

[doomreed]

Recommended (mostly comic book) reading guide for Doom/Reed v2, text version & some details behind cut:

=DoomReed ship reading guide v2.0=

1960’s-80’s (Lee & Kirby thru deFalco): 

Fantastic Four #5 (Doom’s first appearance ever in comics! and his reunion w/ Reed)

Fantastic Four #10 (kidnap & bodyswap) 

Fantastic Four Annual #2 (Doom’s full origin story, including the Incident In College)

Fantastic Four #196-200 (intense arc, ends w/ their first very… physical fight)

Fantastic Four #236 

Fantastic Four #260 & #288 

Fantastic Four #381 & Fantastic Four Unlimited #12 (+ Fantastic Four Unplugged #2) (the DeFalco suicide pact arc, which is very wild and very intense)

Fantastic Four #352 (time duel story! an absolute classic)

1990’s (Heroes Reborn/Return era): 

Fantastic Four v2 (1997) #5-6 

Captain America v2 (1997) #12 

Chris Claremont: 

Fantastic Four v3 (1998) #25, #29-31 (Reed stuck in Doom’s armor, becoming more like Victor - but also emphasizes how much alike they already were) 

2000’s (Mark Waid): 

Fantastic Four #499 (numbered as #70) & #500 (start of the “Unthinkable” arc, which shows Victor in a bad light but is worth it for the dynamic and for how Reed is written)

Fantastic Four #503 (Reed takes over Latveria)

Fantastic Four #507 (Reed builds a pocket dimension to imprison just himself and Victor, it’s very intense honestly)

Dwayne McDuffie: 

Fantastic Four #551-553 

Fantastic Four Special, “My Dinner with Doom” (honestly one of the best and most overtly romantic stories for these two, Reed literally goes on a dinner date with Victor)

Mark Millar: 

Fantastic Four #558, 562 

Hickman/Secret Wars Era: 

Fantastic Four #581 (arc ends in #582) 

FF v1 (2010) #1-14 (omit 6, 7, 10, 11): concluding in Fantastic Four #611 

New Avengers v3 (2013) #6, 7,14 

Secret Wars (2015) #2-4, 9 + Marvel’s Two-In-One Annual #1 for conclusion 

Post-Secret Wars Era: 

Infamous Iron Man #6, #8 

Marvel Two In One (2017) #5-6 (+ #4 for background), Annual #1, & #11 

Fantastic Four (2018-) #25, #32, B Story, “Duel Intentions” & #33 

Doctor Doom #9 & #10 (Chris Cantwell) 

Origin Re-tellings & Variations: 

Books of Doom #2 

Before The Fantastic Four: Reed Richards #1-3 

Shame Itself (B story) (satire) 

F4 #416 ‘Roads Not Taken' 

Ultimates (1610) setting: 

Ultimate Fantastic Four #2, #7, #9-12, & #31-32 

AU Versions: 

Fantastic Five (2007) #1-5 

Warlock (1972) #6-7 

Exiles #95-98 

What If? (1977) #22 (‘What if Doctor Doom was a Hero?“) 

Marvel Adventures Fantastic Four #42 

100th Anniversary #1 

GeNext: United #2 

What If? (1977) #6 (‘What if the Fantastic Four had different Super Powers?’) 

Also Recommended: 

Fantastic Four vs. the X-Men #1-4 (1987) 

X-Men + Fantastic Four (2020) #2 & #3 

Fantastic Four: The Movie (2005) (comic adaptation) 

DOOM 2099 (2019) 

Fantastic Four 2099 (1996) #6-8 

Other Media: 

Fantastic Four: Doomgate by Jeffrey Lang (novel) 

[doctorofmagic]

TW: racism, antiziganism, whitewashing, uses of g slur, fatphobia, misgendering, ageism, toxic fandom, long post.

This post is a bit off topic but, as someone who has been following Marvel’s comic book industry for almost ten years now, I feel like it’s my duty to use my voice and not be quiet about the blatant shit show that is happening to a character that is also a member of the magic community and has been suffering a lot lately in the hands of people who have little to no regard towards her heritage.

It was just a rumor back then (and Donny Cates even denied it in the past) but it does seem that Feige is using the MCU to influence comic books in most recent runs, ESPECIALLY regarding certain characters.

Now, let’s be honest. This is not new. We all remember when the cast of the Fantastic Four reboot died in a explosion in the pages of Punisher #12, eight years ago. A clear retaliation at the movie and FOX’s terrible decisions. We all know that this is probably the reason why the first family book was cancelled as well. The group remained in the shadows and only Reed had a decent spotlight thanks to New Avengers v3 and Secret Wars, disappearing next along with Sue, the kids and the Future Foundation. They only returned fully with a new volume in 2018, and most fans’ dreams and hopes slowly died out with Dan Slott’s bad takes and writing (erasing Franklin’s X gene, putting three women to fight over a man, reversing Infamous Doom to his villain self and throwing away his character development just because he wanted Victor as a villain etc etc etc).

Very well. Still, the FF survived. No one reversed Galactus into a cosmic cloud. No one turned Victor into a metallic guy with electric powers who wanted to marry Sue (thank the Vishanti). And whatever happened in the reboot (which I didn’t watch) certainly wasn’t adapted into comics.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not here to gatekeep comic books. In fact, I’ve been committed to introducing them to my followers since day 1 on this hellsite. Unlike many fans, I didn’t grow up with them. Movies had a huge influence on me and I had a long journey. Movies and animated TV shows are part of the reason I dove into this universe, in the first place. Which is fine. I can take a bad adaption and move on.

What I can’t take is what they’re trying to do with Wanda, because it reeks of racism.

The whole point of this new Wanda volume is to give her the proper representation and atone for the years of colorism, a systematic problem that keeps happening in the industry. Just because she was portrayed as white in the past, it doesn’t mean she’s not a woc, especially when it’s said in canon that she has dark skin. There are plenty of roma people talking on this matter and how it’s meaningful to acknowledge that Wanda is brown, even when white roma people exist (1, 2, 3, 4).

The crew is in fact very committed to it, as stated by Steve Orlando here:

Now, what is happening to the new Scarlet Witch volume? Two things. The blatant whitewashing in variant covers and their need to push the MCU into 616!Wanda, first by introducing Darcy and now deaging Agatha.

Let’s be clear. There was a MASSIVE effort from the team to portray Wanda's heritage, which has been constantly dismissed by the lack of effort from the artists.

Here’s one example, from Jeehyung Lee, tracing what I think is a k-pop singer (but I don't really remember her name so correct me if I’m wrong). In any case, she was traced over a korean woman. This is not the first problem with this artist since he also made the same with Storm’s model in MFF by tracing Charlize Theron over Ororo.

In addition to anti-blackness, this is also an issue of interchangeable ethnicity, the same that happened to America Chavez, when she’s established as Puerto Rican, not Mexican, as the pin on her jacket suggests (and yes, her cast is also filled with anti-blackness. Nothing against Xochitl, but I touched this matter before when I wrote about DSIMOM. And yes, TAO’s MCU is also bad, very bad, very very very bad).

I just keep seeing this over and over again. You shouldn't be defending her whiteness. You *SHOULDN'T*. Unless you have a problem that Wanda is a brown romani woman. It’s imperative that people understand that representation matters and poc have been time and time whitewashed in this very same industry (Sunspot/Roberto da Costa is just one example and was also whitewashed in that terrible New Mutants adaptation).

The issue here is to push a problematic and harmful portrayal of Wanda on her comic book version. And it’s only happening to her due to the popularity of said character and artist.

More thant that, her stans ARE using Olsen’s Wanda to shield racism. Some of you are actually not even hiding it. The following is a list of racist comments and accounts. I’ll leave them under the cut in case people don’t want to see it.

Regarding the WV variant cover for Wanda #3 by David Nakamura:

And plain racism overall:

On a side note...

Just today I was harassed by this troll here. And no, I’m not hiding your @ because you went to MY post and felt compelled to misgender me, be fatphobic and also god knows why felt entitled to call Wanda ableist (????)

As I said, I didn’t grow up with comics. When I first met Wanda, I didn’t know she was neither Roma, Jewish or brown. And this itself is a problem because it should be clear, it should have been portrayed in the comics, it should have been common knowledge. All it takes is just to listen to people and understand the systematic racism and whitewashing in the comic book and cinema industries.

They ALWAYS double down on Wanda’s whiteness. No, darling, it’s not okay to stan two versions of the same character when time and time the marginalized one is a target of racism. When they weaponize every single attempt at calling out the harm that MCU has caused on her character to the point of even using reverse racism, ableism and many other blatant lies to slander 616!Wanda, when her MCU can do pretty much whatever she wishes because she’s white so that’s okay. And don’t even dare bring feminism here because you don’t care about woc. You only care about white women.

In any case, I just want to shed light on this matter because this effort of pushing MCU into comics isn’t happening to any other Marvel character, ESPECIALLY when the change is for the better. Wong is powerful, body-positive and having more than one-dimensional relationship in the MCU. Where’s the effort to do that in comics? Layla is literally the best part of Moon Knight. Where is she?

Why they want so bad to push a white woman on a book that is supposed to praise Wanda’s romani heritage? It’s obvious that they want to sell and some execs are siding with the portion of this toxic and racist fandom.

Comics are not perfect, we know that. But there has been a huge effort to support the marginalized voices in this industry. Marvel’s Voices, pride and heritage are all examples. Besides, they’ve always been political. Always.

What they’re doing to Wanda is evil and lazy. As an artist and colorist, it’s YOUR DUTY to search and at least be aware of what characters you’re trying to conceive. There’s no way variant artists didn’t see the main cover for issue #1 by Dauterman.

This is not just ignorance. It’s a statement. A statement that it’s okay to ignore a marginalized group and its attempt to give visibility to said group. And Orlando knew that when he said he didn’t have control over the rest of the creative team.

It’s fine if the MCU wants to push some elements like they did in the past. But this is not just any element. It’s harmful and I’ll not be quiet about it. 616!Wanda is getting more and more marginalized, whereas her whitewashed version is praised and loved. And now there’s an attempt at reconciling both as if it was okay. It’s not. MCU!Wanda doesn’t know racism. MCU!Wanda joined Hydra. MCU!Wanda has the privilege 616!Wanda could never afford for being a brown roma woman. And now the racist fandom wants to claim both in order to erase 616!Wanda’s heritage and history of fighting racism.

All I can ask is, if you’re buying this comic book, DO NOT SUPPORT the variant covers. Let them rot. We know the racists are not supporting the book anyways. They’ll just buy the variant cover and that’s it.

PS: I’m not Roma so feel free to correct me in any aspect. Just using my voice to boost awareness.

PS²: Olsen stans DNI or else will be blocked at sight. I’m done with every single of you.