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[transformers-mosaic]

Transformers: Shattered Glass Comics - "All About Trust"

Originally posted on May 13th, 2012

Story, Letters - Wout Jut Art - Koen Luyten Colours - Caroline Richard Edits - Paul Vromen Posters Colors - Tomoko

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wada sez: After ditching Optimus Prime in yesterday’s strip, Elita-One falls in with Megatron. See below for full-scale versions of the “wanted posters”, along with both the preliminary and final colors for the strip.

[inthedarktrees]

Marilyn Monroe reading a script on a walk through Griffith Park

Edward Clark, Life, August 8, 1950

[claudia-letonja]

Let's step out of baseball for a sec. This was a book cover. The book was about Vertigo comics, so it's Death from Sandman and John Constantine, meeting in a subway one night. Unfortunately, the book never got published.

[tomoleary]

Robert Crumb “Despair” unpublished cover (circa 1970) Source

[browsethestacks]

Original Art - Amazing Spider-Man Marvel Masterworks Pin-Up (Unpublished)

From ComicLink.com...

This extraordinary, large ('twice-up') Steve Ditko Spider-Man Pin-Up artwork was illustrated during the master artist's classic Silver Age run on the character he famously co-created and illustrated between 1962 and 1966. The enormous, iconic image of Spider-Man striking an ideal pose was initially created for publication as one of the Marvel Masterworks pin-ups that ran periodically in the early Amazing Spider-Man monthly issues and annuals published during the Ditko era. Notes at the top of the art board include "Well done Steve" and "HOLD FOR FUTURE!", indicating that after Ditko illustrated it, the artwork was put into inventory for use at a later date. There is strong evidence that in 1966, a copy of this artwork was reworked by another artist (possibly Marie Severin) with some alterations and then published as one of the 6-foot "life-sized" posters of different Marvel characters that were sold as a set that year (see fourth image below). Evidence supporting this includes a note on the right side of the artwork that says "5 1/2 FEET HIGH BM-MATTE" (see second image below). Also supporting this is the similarity of the pose between the original artwork and the published poster. In the published poster, the right arm and left leg were repositioned and some additional inking was added. The image was tilted about 20 degrees to the left.

[hiddentake]

Pedro Pascal

[blackpointgame]

aabon35

[itsjusthockey]

Unpublished When the Partys Over Pt. 2 - Jack Hughes

Actual Pt.2

Here is where it started, let me know if you would've liked this

But nothin' is better sometimes

Once we've both said our goodbyes

The sentence smacks Jack harder than any hockey hit ever has, and even though you’re the one who’s wasted, he suddenly feels like he wants to puke or pass out.

He doesn’t, though; instead, he freezes by the door, trying to register if he heard you correctly or if being around you makes him crazy. He concentrates hard for a moment, taking a shaky breath and letting it go. He knows you're drunk, incredibly so, and you probably have no idea what you're saying.

He knows he should walk out, pretend that he didn’t hear you, and hope he can bring it up in the morning over breakfast, but before he can retreat into the safety of his living room, you speak again.

“It’s funny; you used to mean everything to me.”

Jack's blood runs cold, and all hope of escape vanishes as he turns slowly to face you, his eyes falling on your figure, seeing a particular vulnerability in your gaze, but even more so, you look heartbroken.

“Now, though,” You let out a bitter chuckle. “You’re nothing.

Two words.

Two little words that slip past your lips like venom have him questioning everything he thinks he knows about himself. He thinks he’s a good friend, brother, teammate. He thinks he’s decently good-looking, good at hockey, and able to make anyone around him feel something good. Yet suddenly, he’s never felt smaller.

His heart cracks, breaking into a thousand tiny pieces, and his world feels like it's burning down around him, and the woman he’s so desperately in love with is holding the matches and watching him burn.

You stare at him with an unreadable expression. He knows he has to say something, retaliate back, and do fucking anything rather than just standing here, but his mind is just replaying those two words over and over, and he’s at a loss for how to respond.

He feels like he will be crushed under the weight of what you’ve thrown at him. He feels way too many things at once. Anger, hurt, confusion, but above all else, a desperate longing to understand why you think this way. Why the woman he has been chasing after, trying so fucking hard to get you to love him back, feels that he’s absolutely nothing.

Jack fights to regain his composure and tries to swallow the bitter taste forming in his mouth. He knows he shouldn’t do this, fight with you, or do whatever is about to happen, but he also feels like he needs some clarity, and he won’t get it if he walks away.

He swallows his pride and returns you’re hard stare, taking a step forward. You stare him up and down as he steps closer, and you’re quick to swing your legs from under the duvet and get out of his bed to meet him. When your feet hit the floor, you stumble a bit toward him, and he wants to punch himself in the face because the minute you stumble, he moves to catch you.

“I’m fine, Jack.” You hiss, steading yourself.

Anger flares in his chest. “Clearly, you’re not fine.”

The intensity of your stare-down crackles in the air as Jack's anger intertwines with his concern for your well-being. He wants to fight, talk, and do anything to understand what’s going through your head because he has never been more confused in his life.

But as he looks at you, swaying slightly on your feet, the realization hits him like a punch to the gut. You're too drunk to have this conversation, and he won’t fight with you when you’re not sober. He's not that kind of guy, and It’s not worth it. He knows that engaging in an argument in this state would only result in further hurt, and all he wants for you is to go to sleep because even though you’re hurting him, he can’t help but prioritize you.

“(Y/N), let's not do this now, let’s just go to sleep.”

Jack's voice is gentle, and his gaze is soft as he looks at you. You’re slightly shaking; he doesn’t know if it’s from the cold or possibly anger, but when you look back at him and nod, your eyes filled with tears, he knows he’s making the right choice.

He takes a step back, as if he is surrendering, and puts some distance between the two of you.

“I’ll be in the living room if you need me.”

With that, Jack turns away, trying to leave behind the emotions that have consumed the room. Walking away from you hurts more than anything, but he knows that it's the right thing to do for both of you.

He walks down the small hallways to the living room, thankful that his couch is comfortable. He knows it’s going to be a long night, and sleep isn’t an option. A thousand thoughts swirl in his mind, and he has to get them straight because in just a few hours, he’s going to have the fight of his life.

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Jack wakes up when the bright light streaming through his windows nearly blinds him. He's on the couch, sore as hell, and very confused. However, the confusion lasts mere seconds before he remembers last night. Everything floods back, every painful second.

He lays there for a minute, listening to see if you’re awake. Half of him wants you to be, but the other half wishes you’d sleep forever, and he wouldn’t have to face your cold stare again. It’s silent in the apartment; the only sounds coming from the city of Jersey outside. Jack says a thankful prayer that Luke is gone and that none of his teammates with spare keys decided to crash his place after a night out.

He stares at the ceiling for a bit longer, contemplating getting up to get some water because he’s feeling a slight headache coming on, but he’s scared, scared that once he makes a sound, you’ll wake up.

Instead, he checks his phone, it’s early, and he sees a few unanswered texts from his brothers and mom. He knows he should answer, but he feels like he is trapped in a bubble, and he won’t escape until he understands what went so wrong in the relationship he has with you.

He lays there for fifteen minutes before he gets up, groggily making his way to the kitchen but being quieter than he ever has been. He knows it’s only a matter of time, and every minute that ticks by, he’s growing more anxious.

He feels like his heart is about to beat out of his chest when he hears shuffling come from into his bedroom, it’s quiet as if you’re being careful too, but it’s there. He knows he has minutes to prepare himself, so he gathers his thoughts, puts on some coffee, and builds up his walls.

They come crashing down the second you enter the kitchen. You walk in, clad in his sweatpants and sweatshirt, and his defenses crumble. You look so god damn fucking adorable, and he wishes that every morning he could wake up to this sight.

That is, of course, until he meets your face.

When you lock your eyes, he sees nothing but regret. You look as though you’re retracing every step of how you came to this point, and you hate each move you make.

“Uh—” Jack clears his throat, trying not to make this any worse, and gestures to the coffee pot. “Want some?”

You nod your head, and Jack can see you bite the inside of your cheek, and he can feel his throat tighten up as he grabs two cups. Seconds later, he places a steaming brew on one side of his table, and you take a seat behind it. You give him a small thank you as you sit down, and as if to alleviate some of the tension in the air, you take a sip of your drink, and Jack takes that as his cue to sit down.

As soon as he sits, the tension in the air rises, and Jack can feel his heart starting to beat faster.

“I’m sorry about last night,” You blurt out, and a chill runs down Jacks's spine. “The whole night was really fucking unfair of me, and I feel terrible.

Jack swallows hard when you meet his stare. Your eyes hold the weight of a thousand apologies, and the fact that there is no wavering hesitation in your voice, he knows you mean every word.

“(Y/N), it’s fin—“ He starts, but as soon as he opens his mouth, you shut him down.

“It’s not fine, what I said was cruel, and I didn’t mean it. But I’m not going to lie; I’m glad I said it because we need to talk,” you pause for a breath. “We’ve needed to talk for a while, and I haven’t been able to bring myself to do it. But now is the time, and we can end this here.”

“What do you mean?” Jack speaks slowly, trying to wrap his head around what you’re saying.

“This,” You say sternly, “Whatever we’ve been doing for the past year, it’s done.”

Done.

Jack is left speechless as he rubs his face with his hands, he is not enjoying himself having this conversation with you, and you can see almost every emotion that crosses his face.

[chillcoffeeash]

Photos i planned to post as Halloween Edition, but weren't posted. [ Unpublished content ]

So, almost all of these photos weren't posted as part of Halloween Edition post because they a bit too dark i'll say. But, because i wanted to post something today, i decided sometimes post photos, what i haven't posted by various reasons.

[transformers-mosaic]

Transformers: Shattered Glass Comics - "Shattered Matrix"

Originally posted on May 11th, 2012

Story, Letters - Wout Jut Art - Simon Reeves Colours - Caroline Richard

deviantART

wada sez: This is the sequel to yesterday’s strip, never officially released as a Mosaic, but I strongly suspect it was originally intended as one before the project’s cancellation. Jut said: “The origin of the Matrix is a mystery in this universe. And they should be living on the body of Unicron, instead of Cybertron.” See below for clean inks and colors.

[dirtyriver]

Cover project for a rejected Conan/Bêlit project by Henry Bismuth, 1985

[inthedarktrees]

Helene Stanley, live model for Walt Disney’s 1950 animated film Cinderella | Allan Grant, Life, Jan 1951

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

(All the unpublished shit is ideas and drabbles that get stuck in my brain and I have to write them out THAT INSTANT or I’ll die. 😂)

[tomoleary]

John Romita Jr. (pencils) and John Romita Sr. (inks) - Amazing Spider-Man Heroes 9/11 unpublished pin-up

[browsethestacks]

Original Art - Marvel Super Special #07 Cover (1978) Unpublished

Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band

Art by Tom Palmer

[hiddentake]

Henry Cavill