Let's roooooock!Old thread. >>47594
I never thought we'd make it to six threads. This is awesome.Writefag will take some prompts to try and get us going, if anyone has some ideas?
>>54352 I don't know, I didn't like how Camuncoli drew teeth in the smiles. That for some reason just bothered me, it was creepy, witch was ok but sometimes I could have done with out. I like this art, it definitely could be a lot worse!>>54333Thanks. Cute seems to be the only thing my pencil wants to draw correctly. kind of pissing me off Sadly it wasn't wade but that is funny. When I get a tablet and go back and finish all this stuff I'll remember that joke, work it in some how.
Ok I cleaned it up a lot, hopefully more porny? yes-no?
>>54494Oooh my. I think something's wrong with me when what his left hand is doing turns me on just as much as what his right hand is doing. I love the lines of his chest. It's almost too delicious.
>>54538 Thanks...that makes me happy. Successful porn!And this is for ONE...it became....silly. Sorry it took so long, as much as I love them, this parring hates me.
>>54608omg n'aaaaaw. candies!
>>54608Oh my gosh, it's so adorable! I love the expressions, how disapproving Lester looks despite Wade's best efforts. It's cuter than I imagined. Thank you so much! You're too good to me.
>>54627>>54628Wee!! Thank you, I'm glad you like it.
>>54684Oh wow. I'm laughing for about three unique reasons here. Daken being treated like a disobedient dog is too appropriate. This artist has adorable expressions.Though, I'm curious, where did it come up that Daken calls Lester 'sweetness'? I've seen it all over the place, and it strikes me as odd since Lester is the one whose used the nickname in canon, and twice on two unique occasions. Or, has Daken used it before, and my mind is being forgetful?
>>54684I'm also instantly reminded of: SHOO, BAD WOLVERINE. Except with Daken, Lester and I guess Karla?"Stop that! Go do some /fa/ junk in the mall or something!"
>>54686As nice as Daken/Bullseye is, I actually prefer this to it. Idk why... Maybe it's the history they have together. Or maybe because it's easier for me to see Bullseye getting drunk and riding Wade like a pony. WHO KNOWS?
>>54768Me too! I love Daken x Bullseye, but Deadpool x Bullseye is my pet pairing. They're very different dynamics, and the friendship of the latter is just so much more... fun, even fond sometimes. I just really adore them.I'm tempted to write some of this now.
>>54776I say do it! I wrote a crappy little fic for the kink meme but there's never enough Deadpool/Bullseye out there.
>>54768How about both?http://community.livejournal.com/gayreign/32078.html#cutid1
>>54701That's hilarious, i love wolverines expressions
http://community.livejournal.com/gayreign/34911.htmlI'm going to leave this here because it is fantastic.
Oh Daken. You and your fixation with tea and your odd fashion sense.
>>55309oh my fucking god that outfit makes him look like such a jack ass i love him
>>55312It's the sunglasses indoors. It's the jackass trademark.Elsewhere, the bloodstone's driving him crazy. Oh boy.
>>55309Oh god dat pink tie.
Something silly
>>55546I officially adore you. This is amazing. I love your style! It's really unique and eyecatching. Plus I'm such a sucker for black and white + one single color. The pink tie is competing with how much I love his scarf.
>>55548Thank you! I hope the pink tie stays. It kind of got lost in the finished product, though.
>>55549Oh gosh, this is even cuter! I love Laura's armwarmers. Funnily enough this could almost function as an accurate sniktfamily height chart...But seriously how did Daken get so tall? His mother was a tiny Japanese woman.
>>55550I nearly put Daken into the smallest place because of the cute, but I wanted to be accurate. And I have wondered the same thing. Lol, comic book genetics. Sometimes it shows though.
>>55551I like the rare times it does show. I just find the idea of short Daken incredibly cute, mostly due to his personality, and especially when compared to Lester.
>>55552Oh yes, I'm with you on that.Especially if it leads to wearing heels to compensate Also, because of your dilemma.
>>55553>>heels>>thatismyfetish.jpgScarves, pink ties, and pin striped vests all at once? I don't think I can take this amount of /fa/ in one picture. How incredibly gleeful Daken looks about it gives me the silliest little grin. Oh gosh, you're too good.
>>55549AAAAHH anonymous this is gorgeous. Your style! So clean! Your snicktfamily! Such glorious dorks! HEIGHT CHART FTW.
>>55549Daken's looking at Laura's fashion with disdain.
>>55549>>55549LOL, yes. I love her emo teenie fashion sense and her hiking boots vs Daken's /fa/ and Conrad shoes. Does he seriously have to be seen in public with these people??? Why must his family be ~soooo~ embarrassing. (Seriously, I love their bodies. It's a really simple picture but they still have weight and heft; like a real twentysomething gym bunny and a teenage girl who plays soccer or something. Laura's shoulders and hips are awesome.)
>>55549Oohhhh, I get the reference.
>>55554If there's anything I like about the new costume, it's dem heels.
>>55800Oh yes, dem heels. I think it's just because it's one step towards my overall fondness of crossdressing, but oh, how I adore it.While I still don't get why Daken needs one at all, I'm personally not that bothered by the costume all that much anymore except for the mask. It's hard to tell for sure when the few images we have of it all seem to vary somehow, though I am very glad that really garish gold/brown color scheme from that Wolverine cover wasn't accurate. I'm kind of appreciative of the binding around his limbs because I really just like the aesthetic of being partially tied up (oho, impromptu bondage) and as you said: dem shoes and oh gosh this turned into a ramble.... it does still need a scarf, though, or at least something that can billow majestically.
>>55800Hah, I hadn't even noticed those. Poor Daken, 5'9 is pretty short for a superpowered character. Possibly the reason for the fluffy mullethawk and the pinstripes too, he's trying to look big and intimidating :3>>55549This is adorable! I have such a soft spot for the Snikty Bubsons together. Much though I love Daken as an anti-villain, I wouldn't mind redemption purely because I want to see him dicking around being Laura's horrible older brother (who occasionally takes her shopping, but only because it's SO EMBARRASSING to have a sisterauntthing that dresses like an underage goth hooker, totally not because he cares about her or anything)
>>55827I'm still sad the tat isn't visible, though. But it's nice to see the zipper hold up.
>>55854Oh holy -- hhnh this is lovely. The expression grabs me the most. I steadily love your work here more and more.
I would undoubtedly like the costume more if we saw the tattoos.
>>56016Ditto.For now I'm just hoping it gets ripped a lot.
The Frankencastle conclusion- Daken turns into a giant tumour. ..I really like Remender, but he isn't great at writing Daken, even when Daken isn't a giant tumour with a mohawk on top. Some of the dialogue was awful in this issue, which is a shame because he's a really good writer and I was looking forward to this crossover.
>>56245I dunno. When going around sticking strange stones in your chest is something people do without a thought in this universe, it amuses me to see it backfire for once (Remender tends to go for the over the top ridiculous like that) but I take your point. I love Remender to pieces, but I expected more. It was indulgently amusing to me at least.In other comics... that rape face when he saw Laura goddamn.
>>56245I lol'd when he got hit by the truck, and I lol'd when that happened. But goddamn Daken just kept talking in the first pages. >>56249Dayum dat page
>>56249I didn't mind the tumourisation, especially since Daken appears to be sprouting TUMOUR PENISES and turning into a hilarious tentacle monster about to terrorise Tokyo, my only complaint was the dialogue. It's not bad dialogue, it just feels like he's writing someone else. I had the same problem with The List.
>>56253Oh yeah, I get what you mean. I had that problem with Daken in a lot of the Dark Reign crossovers. A whole lot of people just wrote him as Wolverine Junior With Anger Problems and it showed badly. I keep in mind that he's a relatively new character, and not as widely defined. Besides, before Majorie Liu started writing him in Dark Wovlerine, he was mostly just Wolverine Junior With Anger Problems in Origins. I can see why other people would get stuck on that.
>>56249That fucking pink tie.I can't get over it. It's too wonderful/terrible.
>>56245Am I the only one thinkingTETSUOOOOOOOO!!!!!
>>56261NOT AT ALL.
Is your body ready for next week, /coq/?Camuncoli always draws the best sharp-dressed Daken. Unf dat coat.
I love how the pink tie is catching on.
>>56577Me too!
>>56827The filename got a laugh out of me.The rest got an UNF.
To get away from Daken for a moment and back to this >>54494, I wrote a short fic set just after PunisherMax #9 partly inspired by that picture. Enjoy.He’d found the shirt at the first safehouse he crashed, and had learned that in the same way Frank Castle stockpiled munitions, ammo and medical supplies, he stockpiled costumes. There were two piles in one of the cupboards—shirt and pants, but the shirt, his shirt, he’d found on the floor beside the thin standard-issue army cot. He had others, one stolen from a man who had a rather sick collection of Punisher memorabilia, several others taken from NYPD evidence bags, but this one was a shirt that had really belonged to Frank Castle, used to its breaking point but still being worn even though it was riddled with bullet holes and soaked in blood, useless. Lester had picked it up and shaken it to rights, then pressed it to his nose and breathed in Frank’s scent—grime and sweat like he’d expected, but there was something else unique to his target. Forget poppers and paint thinner, the scent of that shirt was intoxicating. Even now, wearing it days later, the shirt was still drenched in the scent. It was the blood, probably; he knew it was Frank’s—the patterning was blossoming from the wearer’s wounds rather than splattered across the fabric from an outside source. They left behind evidence of where they’d lain on Frank’s body, and when Lester smoothed it over his chest, he could trace on his own body where Frank only had healing wounds, perhaps even scars. Most damaging of all of them was a shot into the left kidney, low enough on the shirt that the tiny bullet tear was lost in the black fabric, the placement of the wound visible only because there had been enough blood to soak up into the teeth of the skull. Lester wondered who had shot him, not that it would matter. The shooter would be long since dead—anyone who did damage like that to Frank had a metaphorical bullseye tattooed on their foreheads. Himself being the only exception, but he was a cut above most, although for him the mark was quite literal. He found the tear in the shirt and poked his finger through it, ripping the fabric until the entire digit was through. He could imagine the bullet—passing in a mere second through the fabric and lodging itself in Frank’s gut. He wondered if Frank had clutched at his side from the shot of pain or if he’d been too occupied to spare it even a thought. Had he stumbled, or fallen to his feet? “No,” he grunted aloud. Of course not. Frank wouldn’t collapse. He’d ignore the pain and keep on running. Get out of wherever he had been under his own power instead of in a body bag. Only later, in his safehouse, alone and for the most part out of danger would he sit, calmly peel away the shirt and drop where Lester would later find it, then tend to his wound with careful, efficient fingers, jaw carefully braced for the sting of the rubbing alcohol. Lester slammed his fist into his side, spot-on to the bullet hole. His punch might not have the finesse that a bullet had, but he’d done it with enough force that the pain had to be comparable, at least—he had the adamantium knuckles to thank for that. He was unable to hold back the splutter, but then he hadn’t been trying. Frank had bled out into the shirt; his choking would be his own version of that. A leg buckled under him, but he didn’t let himself collapse. Frank hadn’t. Instead, he braced himself against the wall. Frank would find no shame in that, because he was a soldier, and their job was to stay on their feet long enough to get the job done, pride and self-worth be damned. Whatever worked. His chest fell against the hard stone sharply enough to take what was left of his breath away, but he took a deep breath to replace the wind that had been punched out of him and then rested his cheek against the concrete, scraping it against the rough stone. His right hand was braced against the stone, his left poised for another hit. A fluttering sound, and when he looked down he realised that he had knocked a rare picture of Frank as a younger, more innocent man to the floor, the tape not holding up against the cement wall. He looked down at it for a moment, trying to catch his breath. Was that were he was going wrong? Did he need to become an innocent man before he became corrupted? Did he need to retrace Frank’s steps from before Vietnam before witnessing his family dying before him? The sharp pain in his side had receded a bit, and he caressed the area gently, as the younger Frank, unused to the pain, might have. He loved the feel of the shirt beneath his fingers, soft and worn and speaking of many uses before it had finally gotten too tattered to wear—there was a history in this shirt, a hard, brutal history that had nestled in the threads and was holding the ratty fabric together. The gentle touches made him shiver, the tremors running down his abdomen to his groin and collecting there, coiling with what was left of the pain and sparking a heat that awakened his dick. Groaning, he ceased the movements of his hand and pressed his lower body into the wall, but the shifting pressure only increased his arousal. Again Lester grabbed a fistful of the fabric and buried his face in it, tongue darting out to moisten the fabric, to taste Frank. His imagination filled in enough that in his mind, he was running his tongue over Frank’s chest, licking away his blood and sweat, tracing over patterns of scars that Lester could only guess would be as intricate as a roadmap. Not trying to clean his filth away, because it couldn’t be done, but rather experience it. He tried to tell himself that there was nothing sexual about this, that it was platonic exploration, but his memory called up all the psychological bullshit he’d read linking adrenaline rush to arousal, dismissed when he’d first heard it because the clinical language could never describe what it really felt like. Even now only the most basic theories were even close. Teeth clamping down on the fabric to keep it in his mouth, Lester slammed his fist into his side again, aim impeccable even though his eyes were shut tight and his head was resting against the wall in the other direction. He felt another photograph pull free from the wall as he braced his cheek and right hand against it, fall to the floor with a light, whispery sound that was almost lost in his breathing, ragged through his clenched teeth. Two, maybe three, maybe more joined it, but he ignored them. Frank had felt this. The pain and the arousal. When he came home after hours out in the city, hours of fighting and running and chasing, when he had shed his heavy coat and shaken the rain out of his hair, when he had put his guns on the workbench to clean reload later, and taken care of his injuries, all the time trying to ignore the persistent ache of need in his groin, surely he would lean back in his chair and slip his hand into his pants. Every man needed relief. With his wife’s memory too painful to draw pleasure from, he would get it from the same place he got his will and his cause: the fight. So Lester did the same; ran his hand down the soft fabric until it turned to rough denim, popped the button and pulled the zipper down, growling when it stuck stubbornly and he had to uncurl his fist to yank it down. He punched himself again to send another shot of pain through his belly before spitting into his palm and slipping his hand inside and wrapping it around the length of his cock. His grip was strong, perhaps harder than he normally would have liked, but this time it wasn’t about getting off or making sure whatever partner he was with was enjoying themselves, it was about Frank, who never did anything gently as far as Lester knew, so he didn’t see why fucking should be any different. Who was built of bulky muscle and bone, tough skin and thick hair, making the only feature Lester had in common with him the thick calluses on the pad of each finger, and with that similarity he could just imagine that the hand belonged to Frank instead of himself. That instead of chilly, porous concrete against his cheek, he had his weight against his chest, against a t-shirt as soft as wool that did absolutely nothing to hide the firm muscle beneath it, the body heat warming him through the thin fabric. Unclenching his teeth and letting the neck of the shirt fall from his mouth, Lester tried to gasp what was either ‘fuck’ or ‘Frank’ or maybe both, but his words cut off into a sharp gasp as he ran his thumb over the head of his cock. He quickened his strokes. Everything important was fading away—the Kingpin, the men currently spread across the city sweeping and bagging Frank’s safehouses, the recent, disappointing memory of pouring his thoughts out to Mrs Fisk’s deaf ears. There was only Frank and his bruising grip around Lester’s cock, his thumb rubbing circles around the head, smearing the precom and then giving another strong stroke. His legs were a shaky, quivering mess, but he refused to fall. He grabbed at the wall, without which he would have long since hit the floor, and tried to find a grip, fingernails scraping against the stone, unable to find any sort of purchase. He kept them there anyway, using the small amount of support he was able to find. When he cracked open his eyes he found himself looking down his rows of photographs, half of them gone, fallen to the floor and leaving gaping holes of concrete, but of the ones left, Lester could still make out the harsh lines of Frank’s face, distorted from the angle. It barely even registered in his mind anymore that it was his own hand on his cock, picking up the pace and pumping quicker and quicker. He shut his eyes again, and again Frank was everything; Frank and the rough sensation, the fierce heat that had long since burned away the chill of the concrete. He found his voice again, spitting out words with far too many ‘f’s in between choked gasps and moans. He was so close now, and he moved his feet to a wider stance, leaned forward into the stone, trying desperately to stay upright, because to fall now would be to topple the framework of knowledge he was building of Frank while placing the last card on the metaphorical tower. With that one slight movement, the hem of his shirt—Frank’s shirt—brushed against the head of his cock, the soft tickle gone almost immediately as he tugged at his length again, but he had felt it, could still feel it as a phantom sensation. What little articulation he had cut off into a sharp cry as he came, splashing the wall—the photos—with white semen.Without pause, everything, quite suddenly, made sense, and when he opened his eyes he saw as Frank would see. Harsh and rarely forgiving, with soft spots in the occasional case, a will of iron in all else. It was hard to pin down his mind, put it into coherent words and thoughts, but he still somehow knew it, inside and out, could look at a situation as Frank would. Which meant that now, he knew how to kill him.Lester took a deep breath, tucked himself back into his jeans, and then turned and walked out of the room, without looking back, without pausing, without giving more thought than necessary.Just like Frank.
Daken's purple narration bubbles are dark green now :C
>>56895Oh my holy hhhhhhhhhh! I was waiting and hoping for someone to do something like this, and my god, do you deliver. This was amazing, and a great showcase of how MAX!Lester's obsession works. The way he hurt himself... I had no idea I had this kink. This is spectacular and so very sexy. Excuse me while I indulge myself and give it another read or three.
>>56896Ah! We must mourn the fabulous. So what I heard was true? Same with Johnny Storm?Polite sage for posting twice in a row.
>>56898Yep! That phonecall was probably the highlight of the issue for me but there were a lot of great moments. (polite sage)
>>56895Wow, I am kind of honored that my picture sparked this! It is so beautifully twisted, vary hotwrong!
>>56898What did you hear?
>>56920Oh, all I heard was that his FABULOUS~ narration boxes were changed to green (why, is beyond me, since green isn't really a color that seems to suit Daken, but oh well, it's nothing drastic) and as I mentioned above, who made an appearance. I have no access to my LCS this week and waiting is no fun.
>>56934Yeah, it is a pretty weird change. At first I thought they were dark brown to match the costume but I'm pretty sure they're green. I kind of hope they change them back to purple--it's a minor detail but that color fit so well
>>56897>>56914Glad you like it, guys. The punching-himself-thing came out of nowhere, I just went with it. Seemed like something he'd do in the name of understanding Frank.Also, I am totally amused by the fact that Daken goes to a *fashion show* and still looks more fabulous than anyone else there.
Thoughts:Shave, Daken. Or don't. Dammit, imagining him with a beard/moustache now.And look, they're throwing us a new ship.
>>56939It fit perfectly to me! I adored it. I might have to paw at you for more in a very pleading way.>>Also, I am totally amused by the fact that Daken goes to a *fashion show* and still looks more fabulous than anyone else there.I just read it now, and oh my god, you're so right. What's even better to me, though, is how he actually got a fashion designer to make his costume. Goddamn it, Daken, you really are that /fa/.Um, is it bad that I want to see phonesex with Johnny Storm like (ha ha, puns) burning?
>>56992>What's even better to me, though, is how he actually got a fashion designer to make his costume.And then he killed him. Wasn't pleased?Do we have italians on board?
>>56997Maybe he was mad that he didn't get >>44766>>56991Most men (especially with dark hair) will get a shadow late at night, unless they shave twice a day.Also, Daken with a goatee. Or a pornstach.
>>57007>>Also, Daken with a goatee. Or a pornstach.... bueno.
>>56997I don't speak a word italian but taking a wild guess the first list says "blue, brown, yellow". Taking another bold leap, I'd say "obi" means obi, you know, the belt-y thing used with kimonos? Googling "tuta nera" gets images of catsuits and jumpsuits so..
>>56991Ok... Am I the only one who would LOVE to see some Johnny/Daken phone sex? Or just some Johnny/Daken in generally. Plz anons.
>>57023God you are so not alone! That would be Hot, lol, that makes me wonder how hot daken would want it. So I one up you... Am I the only one that sees a burning fetish emerging - like daken ticks johnny off in bed to see how far it would go?
>>57024Even better (In my opinion): He gets Johnny so worked up that he loses control and when he freaks out an apologizes, Daken tells him to keep up.
>>57024>>57025Oh god. I don't read F4 (or I would totally write it), but this sounds like an amazing kink.
>>55549>>55578Okay, I just can't figure it out... reference to what?
once upon a time, /co/ was visioning a more /fa/ costume.
>>57045If I read F4 I would draw it. >>57211>>57212>>57213That head piece alone would make his costume a 100x better. and damn I know that's a rough sketch but....UNF
>>57228>>57045Someone needs to rec us both some good F4/Johnny Storm books.
It's not really /coq/ but, there's a sniktfamily What If? coming out. I thought you'd all be interested.http://marvel.com/news/all.14003.first_look~colon~_what_if%3f_wolverine~colon~_father
I love Edi
>>57686Is that censor on Logan's crotch *supposed* to look like Deadpool's mask?Aside from that, I love this. Their posture is so perfect.
>>57690I'm preeetty sure it's on purpose for laughs.
>>57562There's so much potential hilarity not to mention sniktcest dohohohohohoho and I'm sure this will feature none of it.Also, why is everybody sageing? We're on a slow board, it's all cool.
>>57707Of course not, but I'm sure it'll spawn some wonderful AU things. Young Daken couldn't control his pheromones and just projected, remember? DohohoI sage because it's a slow board and it just seems... impolite to bump without content. I think it's a bit of fretting on my part mostly, I mean, I'm even saging while explaining my saging.
>>57709TBH when I first heard about this I didn't even think of porn right away. I just want to see Logan fumbling over trying to be a father. I have a soft spot for Logan settling down and being (somewhat) domestic. Just the idea of him trying to give Daken a normal civilian life, with school and birthday parties and fights over bath time. Like helping Daken with his homework. Another thing I kind of want to see is Logan getting pumped for the Winter Olympics because of hockey, and getting confused/disappointed because Daken's more interested in the figure skating. And all the awkward clashes they'd have when Daken's old enough to date. And I'm not going to even mention Logan giving Daken the Talk.But with the pheromones, I could see Daken either unintentionally a) using them on Logan or b) on some random neighbour. If on a neighbour, then maybe he gets jealous? and of course he has to teach Daken how to use them. Ending in sex, of course.
>>57714I want to have that written, and I want it yesterday
>>57714I officially want to see Daken figure skating.
>>57714 I want it written yesterday too. But what would Daken's "real name" be? Obviously it wouldn't be Daken ... or Akihiro ... Logan jr?
>>57749Yes!!! and now sleep!
>>57783Oh my God. That flashy outfit. That pose. This is amazing and I'm laughing.Somewhere, Logan is sighing and stuffing away all that hockey equipment he bought for his baby boy. Where it will eventually be found and used by Laura.
>>57788Oh god. Remember the whole Romulus-giving-Daken-trains thing in a previous thread?You just know that Logan would reluctantly buy Daken barbies if he asked for them.Anon that picture of Daken figure skating is beautiful. He totally missed his calling when he went into the X-business.
>>57788>Somewhere, Logan is sighing and stuffing away all that hockey equipment he bought for his baby boyOh god I love you guys. Logan sending Daken to skating classes to prepare him for hockey totally backfired. >>57783Olympic material.
>>57813... hello sir.Dumping some of Edi's new content from /cm/ because she's adorable.
>>57829...wait, there's /co/ related threads on /cm/? Damn, I should go more often.
>>57829I can't decide whether that's the most horrifying thing I've ever seen... or the most beautiful.
I'll just leave this here...
>>57830Pfff those faces
>>57861Oh my God. Hhhhhhhh...Odd, this is amazing and you are an amazing person, goddamn. That lighting is delicious - everything about this is delicious. I never thought I'd see you in this thread!
>>57880I am like a zit, I appear when you least expect it!
>>57916Aw, I would make a more pleasant analogy for you! I like when you pop up!Edi took a request from me and the result is delicious. I would be putting this in the DD thread, but it's pretty far back and sadly I think chances of reviving it are slim at this point...
yay we got new stuff! new stuff yay!