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donnatroyprincessofthemyscira · 9 months

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Art Edit Credit to Roberto Coltro

#Roberto Coltro #Robin #dick grayson #Mister No #Terra Crudele

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soupy-the-only-one · 2 years

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In Italy, once you realize you are bisexual, the government send you a list of Bonelli comics for you to decide which obsess on and base all your life on. This give them the possibility to hatecrime you every month without spending money, while also feeding your need for bisexual protagonists.

#bonelli #dylan dog #tex #dampyr #julia #zagor #nathan never #mister no

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cccovers · 2 years

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Comic Art #98 (December 1992) cover by Roberto Diso.

#comic art #mister no #comic covers #90s #roberto diso

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klaramarieleblochova · 26 days

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Not both of them sharing this iconic meme 💀

Legends

#bridgerton #bridgerton season 3 #polin #romancing mister bridgerton #bridgerton netflix #luke newton #nicola coughlan #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #lady whistledown

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afnews7 · 2 months

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Viaggio nella Fabbrica dei Sogni: l’albo speciale della Segio Bonelli Editore per Comicon Napoli 2024

L’anno scorso, in occasione dell’edizione 2023 di Napoli COMICON, Sergio Bonelli Editore diede alle stampe, al prezzo speciale di 1 euro, “Benvenuti nella Fabbrica dei Sogni”, un albo con nove, ormai introvabili, avventure brevi di altrettanti eroi bonelliani. Visto il successo dell’iniziativa, in occasione dell’edizione 2024 della fiera partenopea, la casa editrice milanese proporrà “Viaggio…

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geekpopnews · 4 months

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Morre Alfredo Castelli, o criador de Martin Mystère

Faleceu Alfredo Castelli, o criador de Martin Mystère, nesta quarta-feira (07). O autor foi um dos mais importante nome dos fumetti, os quadrinhos italianos. #AlfredoCastelli #MartinMystere

Com pesar que anunciamos que Alfredo Castelli, o criador de Martin Mystère e importante nome dos fumetti (quadrinhos italianos), faleceu hoje aos 76 anos. Alfredo Castelli, uma das grandes personalidades dos fumetti, morreu aos 76 anos na manhã desta quarta-feira (07). Até o momento desta notícia, ainda não aconteceu a revelação da causa da sua morte. Natural de Milão, onde nasceu a 26 de Junho…

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#Alfredo Castelli #Diabolik #fumetti #Martin Mystère #Mister No #Scheletrino #Sergio Bonelli Editore #Un uomo un&039;avventura #Zagor

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anxious-bisexual-0 · 24 days

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UPON CLOSER INSPECTION

IT IS HIS MIDDLE AND RING FINGER HE DOESN’T USE

Kinda blurry but

HE USES HIS THUMB TO PULL THE DRESS UP AND POINTER FINGER TO MOVE THE HAIR

COLIN DID IN FACT SPIDER-MAN HER

THE RING. THE RIIIIIIIIIING.

( @dollypopup you inspired me to investigate…)

#bridgerton #bridgerton netflix #polin #nicola coughlan #luke newton #romancing mister bridgerton #bridgerton s3 #bridgerton spoilers #bridgerton cast #bridgerton season 3 #bridgerton carriage scene #carriage scene #THE RING #THE RING LUKE WANTED TO STEAL??#HE DID IN FACT SPIDER MAN HER

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ilovepolin · 27 days

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OH FUCK!!

#bridgerton #bridgerton s3 #polin #romancing mister bridgerton #nicola coughlan #luke newton #im obsessed #bridgerton netflix

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starry-bi-sky · 20 days

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I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.