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ppitte:

I always felt strongly about the way Rictor describes losing his powers at the beginning of X-Factor Investigation. I see his mutation as a form of sensory extension that he’s been training to come to terms with for years – then having it ripped out of his being, resulting in numbness. That being said, I would have imagined that regaining them would have been much more emotional for him. Like finally being able to take a breath, like coming back home.

I originally drew this comic years ago, but this last week I went into a mad Ricstar-mode, and this was something that had been bugging me to redraw it. So I did. Qualitywise think of it as a 24Hcomic kind of deal.

(TW: The comic includes reference to suicide, some non-ideal reactions to it, and vomiting, but nothing graphic.)

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I know I said this to you already but it’s so beautiful.

joasakura:

Rictor notices the problem when he tries to pull his jacket off and his arm refuses to entirely cooperate. It’s only a moment, the flinch too quick for a normal person to notice, but Shatterstar, damn him, DOES notice, bright eyes darting up at the momentary grunt. 

“I don’t mind you running off to have adventures without me,” ‘Star says in a tone that implies sort of the exact opposite. “But I would prefer it if Illyana returned my boyfriend in one piece.” He rumbles, pushing up from his seat to circle Rictor like a gigantic ginger shark. “She and I will have words, Julio. Strong words.”

“I’m fine. It wasn’t anything we couldn’t handle, baby.” Rictor says blithely as he once again tries to take off his jacket. When it’s clear he’s stuck like a toddler in a snowsuit, he sags. “Please help me take off my jacket, ‘Star,” he adds, with a deep air of resignation.

So much more carefully than his strength would imply, ‘Star divests him of the jacket, and lays a big hand on Ric’s shoulder, practiced fingers looking for deformation. “I don’t think it’s out of the socket,” he says, sliding his hands up the back of Rictor’s shirt.  “Did you do this in battle?”

Rictor thinks for a moment, remembering the exact moment he reached funny across the counter at convenience store to get smoothies for himself and Guido and coughs. “The worst. Such a fight.” He says quickly.

‘Star very seriously kisses the spot where it hurts (He always knows exactly where it hurts, Ric thinks, and that is not at all fair) “Next time, perhaps it will not hurt so bad if you remember to get me a shake, too.” He whispers against the juncture of Rich’s shoulder and neck, and Ric can feel the curve of his lips and the sharp edge of his teeth.

“Who told you?” Ric asks sheepishly as ‘Star’s arms wrap around him.

“I follow Tabitha on Instagram.” ‘Star laughs as he bites down, just a little bit. “Lesson learned?”

“Lesson learned.”

joasakura:

New York, a chill April night in1992 – the years when a number of overpowered, overhormonal young adults made their lives in the shell of Murderworld.

Location: East Village, in the thronging mass outside of CBGBs.

Rictor rocked on his feet as inside, Henry Rollins shouted, bass thudding against the walls.

He glanced up at the big redhead beside him, ‘Star’s long hair pulled in a ponytail, silver eyes darting around at the crowd.

“Ok, this isn’t like the dance club.” He soothed,  pushing open the door. “Nobody’s gonna grind up on you, amigo.” Ric added in the sort of voice that implied he’d do his damndest to get there first.

The floor was a sea of moshing punks, the air was thick with the scent of booze and sweat and he took a deep breath. “You can do this, ‘Star. I’m right..”

But Shatterstar was gone. His first instinct was that the big man had bolted for the relative freedom of the street. But then he saw the flash of scarlet as ‘Star dove into the crowd. At first, he was relieved. So, SO relieved. 

The mojoworlder was grinning. “RICTOR, I DO NOT KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON, BUT IT LOOKS LIKE FUN!” He shouted over the noise.

And then the first person went flying. And then another.

“COME JOIN ME IN THE FIGHTING PIT!!”

Rictor covered his face with a groan. Another place he could probably never go to again.

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stevenegordon:

The suggestions were lighter this last #FanRequestFriday, but I’ll chalk that up to people actually having something else to do other than checking out my posts due to the holiday.
BUT that’s not to say I didn’t see some great suggestions anyway.
This one interested me last time it was suggested and so when it was suggested again I jumped on it.
It struck me that I’ve never drawn a male #Gay couple before (that I’m aware of at least) which is kind of surprising considering my feelings and my family).
So here’s #Rictor and #Shatterstar from their #XForce days – which also means awful hairstyles and uniforms.
Have a good week and remember to check out my #CyberMonday sale and my #originalModel #sale
#gaycouples #gaysuperheroes #xmen #marvel #equality

@blithefool , something cheery to take your mind off bhna!

My boys! This is lovely. Also – @joasakura share in the joy.