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Yes Tenna! Crack his egg! Wake poor Mettaton up! 🏳️‍⚧️🤖

has. has anyone done this yet

Ahh, so that’s why Morbius hasn’t been very active in the comics lately…

He was on vacation 😂😂😂

Ok, I’ll bite

1) “Balance of Power” E.L.O.

2) “Skeleta” Ghost

3) “Hope” Klaatu

4) “Innuendo” Queen

5) “ABBA: The Album” ABBA

6) “Trigun: The First Donuts” Tsuneo Imahori

7) “Try Anything Once” Alan Parsons

I was tagged by the lovely @glorious-blackout

RULES: you just got a kind of shitty old car and it doesn't have bluetooth. you can only buy 7 CDs and you can't repeat an artist. what are you getting?

1) The Beatles - Sgt. Pepper's Loney Heart Club Band

2) Blur - Modern Life is Rubbish

3) Arctic Monkeys - Tranquility Base Hotel and Casino

4) Bob Dylan - Blood on the Tracks

5) Pink Floyd - Wish you were here

6) Louis Tomlinson - Faith in the Future

7) Oasis - (What's the story) Morning Glory?

Tagging: @lucy-in-the-skiess @rufusrant @georgeharrisonswizardhatt and whoever want

Shout out to the trans people who are also bats and bats enthusiasts idk how there are so many of us here

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I love him🥰

He’s so angular ✨

And that expression says he’s seen it all and remains unimpressed by it 😂

Reverted back to the Marvel fandom for a while during my family trip

Did some experimental art with Morbius for fun

EVIL TRANSMASC

A flag for when you're EVIL and transmasc

EVIL Color meanings:

Red: The BLOOD of transandrophobes. also for EVIL gnc transmascs yay yippee yay :3

Cyan: Our TWISTED agenda (supporting our fellow transmascs and the trans community as a whole)

Navy Blue: Our SCARY masculinity/manhood

Blueish Black: Our DARK brotherhood

reblog to thank ur mutuals for providing enrichment to ur enclosure

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Ghaaa! So cute 🥰

He can ducking climb him! But also, the lizard’s little beanie baby eyes? 🤭

Just…. So cute!

realy awesome collab

very important things happening in discord tonight

This is hilarious if you’re just skimming along and you actually like a certain comic book character. I was this close to saying ‘What do you mean? he’s always technically been a doctor, he’s in medical science and has a phd…’ . But then I read it again slowly, and looked at the surrounding context: damnit! Bamboozled again by one of the only three characters in all of fiction named Morbius.

Oh! But then It looped back around again when I saw that this guy also will never escape being associated with That Movie! Or, apparently, Matt Smith? (No offense 11th doctor fans 👍)

its funny that now theyre called the morbius doctors. and now they have to be related by name to the matt smith film forever

reblog this if your blog is a safe space on april fools and won’t have any jumpers, screamers, or anything scary or anxiety inducing

Multimedia Morbs Headcanons #5:

@scrimbydimby asks:

Q1) “How do they feel about their significant others? If they don't have one (in the case of Cartoon Ultimate) what would their ideal be?”

TAS: Felicia was one of the first people to actually treat him like a person at school and not some foreign weirdo. He was so heartbroken to think he scared her during those first few nights after his accident, but then after she got over the shock, she still tried to help him! And even after his little hibernation stint in that remote cave on that island, when he woke she still loved him and came back to him!! Obviously nothing can or ever will come between them (she never mentioned her partnership with Spider-Man as Black Cat or that she was going out with Peter when they first met; and thank god he never put together that Peter Parker was Spider-Man…).

Ultimate: Love Shmove! W-what does he need that for? (Stuttering in 40-year-old virgin..) Love would just be a distraction from the real important things in life: like science, and promotions, and (gaining his father’s respect/love…); B-but, if he had to describe an ideal partner: just as smart as he is, affectionate, appealing to look at… maybe a blonde? (Notice how he never specified gender…)

616: Oof… yeah, he’s not currently seeing anyone… (And maybe he’s just not ready to?). Things didn’t end well with Martine (he screwed up, she screwed up, they both kind of screwed up together?), and it’s not like he didn’t try to date again (the 90s through 2010s just weren’t his decades). Not to mention his old childhood crush/friend Elizabeth showing up; and that really was the point at which he realized he might need to work on himself first. Yeah, so for right now he’s just content to platonically be ”Lab Partners” with The Lizard for now. (This doesn’t give Blood ties much hope (also, since when did Nikos have a younger sister?); Midnight Son absolutely ships him and the lizard, and is rooting for them to discover their feelings for each other!)

Blood ties: He still misses his fiancée Martine, and as soon as he’s done helping Amanda, he’s going right back to searching for her! She’s got to still be out there! Surely she doesn’t hate him? Surely she won’t think he’s a monster, right? Oh, who is he kidding… (he’s a moppy mess and 616 is hesitant to tell him how close he probably is to being reunited, mostly because he remembers it barely lasting, but also because their paths have long since diverged and it might not actually happen…)

Midnight Son: The Hunter is nice, they’re not really a thing together or anything, but… W-well! Man or Woman, they’ve always been kind to him and tried to include him in stuff going on at the manor… And and! They took interest in what he had to say, even outside of midnight suns stuff! And, just… yeah they make his heart flutter (Ultimate cynically thinks he should get that checked out…)

Wii game: He loves his wife, absolutely forgives her for the whole symbiote thing and turning him into a monster (obviously they both got better, you know?); just an absolute Wife-guy! (Everyone is shocked for quite a few reasons: 1) what do you mean “wife”? (none of them got past “fiancée” without something bad happening), 2) what do you mean “you got better”? (None of them ever managed to get completely cured or stay that way for long), and 3)who the fuck are you?)

Movie: Well, he and Martine weren’t quite together yet… He liked her a lot, she was a good nurse and a good friend, but he just hadn’t gotten around to asking her out or anything. There just always seemed to be something in the way at the time, like patients or research or something… And a first date always felt like it might be awkward, cause like, she’s literally seen him in his worst condition and literally counted his vertebrae! He already felt unofficially close to her, so he just never made a move… and now she’s gone (and it was his fault!), so… what’s the point now? (616 isn’t sure how to tell him that Martine might not actually be dead currently; and boy does he know that that’s not automatically a good thing…)

Q2) “How do they feel about their Spider-Man? If they don't have one (Movie Morbius) how do they feel about their antagonist?”

TAS: Honestly, Spider-man meant well and he (Michael) was being a bit of jerk/terror to others during those first few nights, however he still didn’t appreciate getting punched a couple times…Howevere, if he was going to be upset with anyone, it would be that little jerk Parker for whatever the fuck was in that “blood sample” that he was going to use to cheat in Dr.Connor’s class with (ain’t no way and no how that he made that stuff himself!)

Ultimate: he’s not scared of Spider-Man… who said anything about that? It’s not like that guy can fold Octavius in half and regularly punches symbiotes in the face… Or that he may or may not have accidentally targeted some high school girl that meant something to that red and blue menace…

616: *sigh* He’s tired of dealing with Spider-Man, it’s too much of a hot and cold relationship, really. Some days Spidey gets it: that he doesn’t want to do any of the things his hunger urges him to do and that he just needs a little assistance to snap out of it… and then on other days, Spider-Man will snap: basically use him as a punching bag! He gets that sometimes his hunger can make him a threat, but the amount of times he’s been sent through multiple walls? when it’s not even his fault? it’s too many! it’s almost hypocritical…

Blood ties: meh, they had a rocky start, but he doesn’t really interact with that guy all that much anymore? If anything he just hasn’t had time to think about Spider-Man or that part of his life very much lately…

Midnight Son: ehh, the young man (and he can tell that his Spider-Man is still young) is a good enough teammate. Between him and Blade missions are less awkward than with any other combination of heroes… (maybe it’s out of familiarity?).

Movie: He… hesitates to call Mil- No, Lucien, his antagonist. They were like brothers, and-and Lucien had good reason to be upset when he tried to withhold the “Cure” from him, and most of the irrational behavior wasn’t actually him talking, but… He tried to warn Milo about the side effects, so why…? Why didn’t he listen to him? Why didn’t he trust him when he said it wasn’t worth it? Everything he ever did, he did it for both of them! He wanted to find a better way to do that, but now there’s NO POINT! Now, it’s too late: he’s dead! Dead because I loved him! Dead because he thought I no longer cared…

Bonus Question:

BQ1) What do they think of Dracula?

TAS: Which one? Historical Dracula, or his great great grand-something-or-other that’s still running walaicha? Or are we talking about Movie Dracula? Because Bella Lugosi will always be the classical version, but personally, he liked Cristopher Lee better…

Ultimate: it was a good book, very modern for its time, really enjoyed the cowboy!

616: Dracula should go gargle two 2-inch balls of garlic-salt! And that stupid looking suit of blood-red armor is just tacky! Why, He even wishes he could go back in time to when he still thought Dracula was just a fictional character!!

1610: Yeah! his older brother suuuucks…! (yep, even more than the average vampire already does…) And you know what, if he could, he would absolutely take a stake to him himself!

Blood ties: Umm, isn’t Dracula just a fictional character? Also is anyone going to address that last guy’s answer? (Who was that anyway?)

Midnight Son: Dracula sucks, Period. He’s a research stealing, forethought lacking, Hack of a leader! And he deserves every splinter he gets each time Blade or some other vampire hunter drives a stake into his dried up husk of a heart!!

Movie: Hmmm, actually Copula’s Dracula is the best (sorry TAS…); wait, why is everyone else implying that Dracula is a real actual person in their universe?

Even though today’s discussion questions have been answered, many more have been raised: Who are these extra Morbs? How long have there been other cell blocks on either side of theirs? And who, or what, might be in them?

Does anyone else have Questions?

A little info post about vampires in my lore!

Morbius: The Living Vampire (1992) #8

Multimedia Morbs Headcanon #4:

Q1) How do they react to being bodily picked up?

TAS: didn’t notice it during his fight with spider-man (just figured spidey had super strength, isn’t wrong…), was shocked and pleasantly surprised when black-cat did it (it would be pretty hot, wouldn’t it? even without her powers she could still lift him probably), but he was incredibly embarrassed when Blade picked him up (Blade was also surprised, but he didn’t let on)

Ultimate: absolutely pissed if done while awake, if unconscious then he goes limp as a noodle (that makes things worse given his wings make it even more awkward to pick him up)

616: resignation, this has happened way too often; thankfully, it usually happens when he’s unconscious (he’s always been underweight and considered liftable, even before his accident, it’s just now more people qualify as “strong enough” to pick him up)

Blood ties: is always a little surprised when it happens, but he can still pick others up just as easily, so he still thinks of it as kind of fair (just don’t tell Amanda! she probably wouldn’t do anything with it… but he’d definitely have a hard time living that down)

Midnight Son: Once it was found out, he was nudged into participating in a “fastball special” competition against the Wolverine (for scientific and team building purposes): technically he goes further and can partner up with more teammates, but Logan still hits harder on impact, so… therefore: The Wolverine won the game.

Movie: no one has ever tried to pick him up, but he remembers almost being blown off that rooftop by the wind; so he’s under no illusions that it can’t be done. He would hope, though, that no one else figure that out (but if somebody were to pick him up, he’d want it to be Martine; it will probably be venom instead)

Q2) Most interesting secondary superpower/mutation that they have?

TAS: the underlying psionic ability he has that lets him hover/float; he has no idea where it came from, or how bat DNA or the neogenic process could have caused it… and that is so exciting for him! (616 had a more developed version of it, but his has atrophied over the years since he discovered it in the 90s; since 616’s ability didn’t stop at flight, does that mean TAS’s will also develop further? If not then what makes his different from 616’s? They like to work together on this as a form of bonding)

Ultimate: energy manipulation, it’s technically a very integral part of how he eats but it also goes further than just that… or at least it has the potential to go further than that and become something greater! However, He’s still working on that part, though…

616: he can taste things like: blood type, drug usage, demonic heritage, or if you have a working copy of the ‘X’ gene from just one mouthful of blood; He’s not doing it consciously, and it’s not exactly flashy, but the fact that it continues to come in handy is what makes it interesting for him (he already knows that nothing in his body works in any way, shape, or form that could be called ‘normal’ so stuff like that isn’t as interesting for him)

Blood ties: The reaction he has to demon blood is very interesting, could other similar substances create different effects? (This is highly unethical to look further into… but Amanda isn’t around to tell him ‘No!’, so…?)

Midnight Son: Mist form, nobody else can do it or explain it so that makes it unique, and therefore interesting! (The others would actually argue that it’s his card deck that’s most interesting, but since that’s just how the rules of his reality work he never considers this)

Movie: echolocation, since it lets him see through walls and across town, but also it lets him predict where objects in motion are going to be next and lets him communicate with bats! It’s so overwhelming (read: over powered) sometimes though… so he tries to use it sparingly.

Q3) Least favorite side effect of their powers (besides the hunger)?

TAS: accidental synesthesia of his sense of taste and touch, sometimes the hand-suckers leave a sort of phantom aftertaste in his mouth after using them.

Ultimate: inability to digest solids, since whatever mechanism lets him absorb life force also renders him unable to keep down solid food. He intentionally designed it with this cruelty in mind when he was going to use it on octavius, but unfortunately it got turned on him instead…

616: accidentally created/unlocked a very strong self preservation instinct, it keeps him from offing himself but often at the price of a loss of control until the life threatening part is over, it has made him do things that he wouldn’t consciously do (according to others: makes him very verbose and prone to slipping into the 3rd person tense in English)

Blood ties: can go through ‘withdrawal symptoms’ on par with coming off of heavy narcotics when he hasn’t fed in a long enough period; it’s different from just being ”hungry” though; (616 theorizes that it has to do with Blood ties’ body using the effects of his respective formula to offset his chronic disease, and the absence of fresh blood renders those effects inert: therefore he’s just dying again…)

Midnight Son: tooth sensitivity, the bat species he used for his experiment typically has less of the hard outer enamel that human teeth have, this is part of what makes their teeth razor sharp. But the gene didn't exactly express the same way while using human teeth as a base ( instead it thinned out his enamel in a way that left it sensitive to temperature and sweets, but technically did make them sharper…)

Movie: accidental synesthesia of his sight and new super-hearing/ echolocation, sometimes loud/sudden/harsh noises kick up visual feedback through this connection and that can be anywhere from mildly annoying to two-day-long-migraine causing

What would you ask them?

GREAT novelty knot for this obi shaped like a cute bat. The soft fabric must flutter a bit when you walk, making the bat wings move (LOVE!).

To shape this knot, OP used rubber bands and a sanjûihimo (3 straps elastic belt, Billy Matsunaga has a tutorial on sewing the 4 straps-variation + see how it’s used here).

Baby’s First year… 2-3 months:

[Deep in the pits of New York City’s underground, further below even the bowels of its deepest darkest subways or dankest sewers,there is a man of medical science descending a dark ladder into even deeper depths still…]

Morbius: *hand over hand, trying to maintain 3-points of contact with the ladder at all times, unfortunately he has a rolled up playpen slung across his back and a partially unzipped backpack bulging around his chest that makes that kind of difficult; he mumbles to himself in Greek…* « it’s going to be fine. It’s going to be ok. It’s going to fine. It’s going to be ok…»

Morbius: *as his foot comes searching downwards for the rung below, it momentarily slides off the much closer than expected surface before finally gaining purchase. Morbius tenses at once, waiting for his heart to stop trying to pummel its way out of his chest (unbeknownst to him during his pause, for brief moment a second pair of footfalls can be felt out of step on the ladder before also coming to a halt); the contents of his backpack burble at him, and it becomes immediately obvious that he is not frightened for himself* «shhh… everything is fine little one. I will not misstep again, I promise you that… just hold on a little longer as we are almost there!»

Morbius: *there is a change in the quality of air as feet finally come to a rest on solid ground. Even in the pitch black, he takes a moment to check on his young charge. Little golden eyes stare adoringly up at him as he lifts the baby out of the backpack and into the crook of his arm. He swings the empty bag around to sit with the playpen before turning to start down the open tunnel* «Yes, you look well and that is good… now! Thank you for being so brave little one, as a reward I have something I want to share with you…»

[Eventually the tunnel begins to widen, and then brighten, until finally a large brightly lit cave mouth leading a steep drop-off is reached. Inside this cavern is a Terrific sight: a sprawling urban metropolis, unjudged by human eyes and wrought entirely by monstrous appendages alone, glitters magnificently below]

Morbius: *proudly hefting the child so he can get a good look* «Behold, little one, the greatest thing I have ever been a part of: “Monster Metropolis”…»

[Now that there is more than enough room for flight, Morbius holds the Baby closer to his chest and takes off into the subterranean gloom… Heading for a rundown looking civil building in the heart of town, he circles the building twice before finding an open window to touchdown at]

Morbius: *trying to enter the window quietly, with a two and a half month old to his chest, without making too much noise:*

Manphibian: *scowling eyes shining through the darkness, fins agitatedly erect, standing judgingly amongst the silhouettes of other key monsters, waiting menacingly/disappointedly in the dark for a certain tardy doctor* “Ssso, you finally shhowed up after … 6 monthssss? Doesss that mean you’re ready to help usss poor unfortunatesss now?”

Morbius: *caught straddling a window frame again, this time facing a whole firing squad instead of one angry lab partner, oh well atleast he was able to point the baby inside over the window seal; grimacing on the inside, but pretending nothing is wrong on the outside as he finishes slipping into the room * “Ahh, καλησπέρα Manphibian… Gentlemen, it is nice to see you all again after so long, too… Has it really been 6 months, Frank? N’kantu? Jack…?”

Werewolf by Night: *hackles raised as he breaks away from the other monsters to lecture Morbius: his tone says he’s not mad, just disappointed at Morbius’ attempts to play things off (as shown by an exasperated face palm), however he’s not afraid to rip him a new one as he starts lecturing the living vampire (gesticulating wildly as he does so) … until he pauses for a second to notice the little bundle of joy in Michael’s arms* “Yeah Mike, it has been 6 months, which means it’s a madhouse downstairs! which means we’re packed to the gills with folks here for everything from silver bullet wounds to their annual visit! And you.. You were supposed to be here months ago!! Of all the dumb, self aggrandizing, scientific shit that you and The Lizard are doing up in that dumb tower of yours, what on earth has kept you away from us little people for so long-uhhh, woah! Um, what’cha… whatcha got there, uh, Mike?”

[various sets of glowing and or glassy nearly-dead eyes try to follow jack’s golden gaze to figure out what brought his tirade to a halt… N’kantu is the first to notice, but before anything can even leave his Shara parched lips, the rest also notice the child… Suddenly there’s lots of lisping murmuring from Manphibian, in addition to exchanged looks of disbelief and confusion from Frankenstein’s monster and N’kantu the living mummy as they all wait with baited breath for Morbius’ answer; you’d almost think they’d never seen someone hold a baby up close before…]

Morbius: *big eye roll at everyone being so dramatically curious, reflexively decides to respond with sarcasm; without missing a beat, pulls off the rolled up playpen and the backpack of baby stuff and hands them, plus the baby, over to Jack before walking away * “Obviously my ‘Lunch’, Jack… Do you think you could set him up in the break room for me? Apparently I have a backlog of patients I need to attend to”

Werewolf by Night: *dumbfounded that he was handed the baby, he looks down at the little bundle and gives it a gentle sniff test across its fuzzy little head: it definitely a baby, but there’s something familiar in its scent…, the baby’s eyes crinkle as he burbles with delight at being snuffed, he grins back up at the Werewolf by Night: sharp tiny front-toofers glisten in his mouth; the implications do not go unnoticed by Jack* “woah, uhh???” *sniff sniff-sniff* [pause] *snuffle-snuffle sniff* *[happy burble~]* “wait-a-minute!!”

Werewolf by Night: *having left the others in his dust, now furiously trotting after Morbius with the baby and it’s gear in tow, quickly gaining ground on him!* “Hey! Hey! wait a minute, Michael! Hold on, hold on! Since when have you started eating baby vampires?”

Morbius: *drily, not breaking step, tired of all the lectures and questions by now* “Oh… since around three months ago, when this one was dumped on my doorstep…”

Morbius: *arrives at elevator bank, still yanking Jack’s chain while he waits for one to come; ends with a demented full smile * “yes~, and since then I just cannot get enough of them… you know Jack, you should really try one sometime?”

Werewolf by Night: *knows exactly what he’s hinting at, and doesn’t appreciate Morbius’ blasé attitude; follows him into the elevator when the door dings* “Oh? I should, huh? What do I look like, Nana, To you?”

Morbius:* Looks him coolly in the eyes, his reflective red peircing jack’s lupine yellow, daring him to keep talking* “Well, if you can keep him alive until I finish my shift, you can be his νονός instead…”

Werewolf by Night: *the doors slide closed as Jack does his best to ponder his limited Greek vocabulary for a translation…* “Nonos…?”

[Moments later the elevator opens again on the second floor now, the murmuring of a crowded room can be heard just down the hallway… the two standing in the doorway of the elevator: Morbius happy at having stunned the werewolf into silence, and Jack with an epiphany having gone off behind his eyes]

Werewolf by Night: *with big, teary, indescribably happy, Lupine Puppy-dog-eyes he turns to look at the smug doctor; if Jack had a tail nothing in that elevator would be safe from it right now…* “ wha… Michael!!? You-you really want me to be his Godfather?”

Morbius: *realizing his mistake, steps off the elevator like he’s in a hurry to get down to business, practically running to the door in embarrassment; tries using ‘logical reasoning’ to explain this actual spur of the moment decision * “Of-of course!! After all, You are only my second oldest surviving positive relationship… and, er, you are strong and capable of defending yourself and others… oh! And plus, superheroes do not bother you all that much for some reason … So… of course, you are the best backup guardian for the little one should something happen!!”

Werewolf by Night: *ignoring the embarrassed posturing, surely Micheal wouldn’t make such an offer if he didn’t mean it! Gives him a hearty slap on the back before leaving cheerfully * “Heh~ Whatever you say Doc, I guess me and the little guy will be right over here in the break room if you need us… Go knock’em dead tiger!”

Morbius: *sourly scowls one last time before opening the door and leaping into the metaphorical fray* “you know, generally that is the opposite of what I intended to do…”

[in the break room, Jack sat the rolled up playpen on the ground, placed the backpack on the countertop, and just held onto the baby as he starts unloading stuff: there are dippers and bottles and a pacie and an extra change of baby clothes and… There’s almost no end to the things that Jack pulls from the bag. But just when he starts to question if Morbius maybe asked Dr. Strange to enchant the bag, Jack finally realizes he’s done setting up all the baby stuff! And that’s exactly when he notices the little fella becoming fussy]

Werewolf by Night: *panics a bit since he’s just barely into his 30s and only has a superficial knowledge of how to take care of a fussy baby (doesn’t help that this one is a fussy baby vampire either); he finally figures out what the problem is when the baby tries to sink his teeth into Jack’s palm* “Woah! Woah! Shhh, shhh… it’s ok, it’s ok? W-what’s up little guy, are you tired? Do I do I need to change you, or? what’s going- aAGH!”

Werewolf by Night: *More surprised than hurt, he checks on his hand: his fur is now slightly shorter and a bit soggy were the baby bit, but the kid didn’t actually draw any blood thankfully (he doesn’t need vampirism and this baby does NOT need lycanthropy!); very quickly he goes from annoyed to making baby talk at the little guy to try and calm him down* “*sigh* Ok, note to self, Morb jr. is hungry… Ah! But atweast he didn’t getta mowthful of werewolf blood, no he didn’t ~ Oh no he didn’t!~ ‘Cause him’s daddy would kill me if I handed him back a puppy!, Oh yes he would~ Oh yes he would!~”

Werewolf by Night: *Juggling turning the now squirmy and bite-y baby to face away from his body while at the same time looking for “baby food” : he paws through all the stuff he just set out, not exactly sure what to he should expect it to look like either… until he finds a bag of opaque pink liquid labeled in big messy sharpie ‘B-Negative Formula’* “Ok then little guy, why don’t. you help me. look for… your… Lunch! Got it! Alright! One bag of ‘B-Negative’s Formula’ coming right up!”

Werewolf by Night: *having transferred the contents of the bag into a bottle and set the little one up to feed, realizes something important* “wait a minute… Is your Name ‘B-Negative’, little guy?”

B-Negative: *turns those cute little glowy golden eyes to look lovingly up at Jack while he gratefully sucks down the bottle*

Werewolf by Night: *has to shake his head at the absurdity, but ends with a smirk* “heh, of course your Daddies named you like a science experiment! What else should I have expected…?”

[meanwhile, in the Examination Room, Morbius goes through patient after patient making diagnoses and administering treatment to many a different and strange problem faced by these monstrous citizens]

Morbius: *trying to reassure a large snake woman that she’s good to leave now; he practically has to shove her out the door…* “*sigh* Yes, yes I promise Mrs.Echidna, that cream should absolutely clear up your scale-rot! Yes, and if you would just go on to the front desk where one of my associates will write you a prescription for it at your local pharmacy… Yes, the door back is just down the hallway… Mhmm, you just read the instructions… yes, yes of course, but you need to go get it first… so if you would kindly? Yes, ‘goodbye’ Mrs.Echidna!”

Morbius: *watches to make sure she actually leaves through the correct door before checking for his next patient* “Ο δόξα το Θεό! I thought she’d never leave… Ok, and the next one is…? One, ‘Mr.Barlow’?”

Morbius: *radios to Manphibian to let the next patient through, and then waits…*

Morbius: *he waits for five minutes before he notices the noise of the waiting room escalate through the painfully thin walls of the examination room, and then he hears/nearly feels a suspicious *THUD* from something striking the floor in there* “what on earth is going on up there?”

Morbius: *Deciding to investigate, he goes to check the hallway: one of the bulbs at the end has decided to flicker ominously, and he can now hear screaming coming from the door at the end of the hallway that leads to the waiting room! He gets halfway down the hall when it stops; he also pauses for a moment*

Morbius: *finally, the door to the hallway creaks open to reveal an older looking nosferatu-style vampire… but something looks off about the way he fills up the door way…; fearing something medically might be wrong, Michael calls out to him* “Hello? Mr.Barlow? Do you need any assistance?”

[Mr.Barlow never gets a chance to reply: as suddenly his eyes bulge and he attempts to let out a scream that gets quickly silenced by the glint of a blade slicing cleanly through his wind pipe and the rest of his neck! The body starts to smoke and catch fire as it crumbles forward into the hallway, as if pushed from behind, and someone else enters the room]:

Blade: *with all the menacing British vampire hunter swagger he has* “I’m afraid it’s too late for him, Morbius… But you can help me out by pointing me towards that bloody little bundle of joy I watched you drag down here!”

Morbius: *has a pretty good idea of what Blade would do to the baby and decides that that’s unacceptable; furious, he crouches forward, ready to spring into a fight* “I am afraid that you are not scheduled for an appointment with us today, Blade! In fact, YOU WILL SEE THAT CHILD OVER MY DEAD BODY!!”

Blade: *pointing up the tip of his sword, signaling that he is also ready for a fight* “I see… so it’s going to be like that, is it?”

Morbius: *launching himself forward, all claws and teeth, ready to die for “his” child* “YES, IT SHALL!!”

To be Continued in the next issue of‘Blade’…

[Part 2 of 6]

Michael Morbius haircut

Okay all -- few quick thoughts about the Elon Muskifying of the government, especially the takeover of the Treasury and associated financial data for every single US citizen and organization, that we are learning about in detail today.

Don't panic. This sounds bad, because it is bad. It's really, really bad. It's outrageously fascist bad. But we've still gotta take a deep breath and get through it.

This is the kind of shock-and-awe exercise of untrammeled fascist power where they are absolutely counting on gleefully terrorizing, paralyzing, and stunning you into mounting no resistance, or just giving up and giving in. They are literally live-tweeting it in real time and boasting about all the access and influence they have right now. They want you to know about it and feel like you can't do anything, so you might as well let it happen.

We have to show them that's not true.

TIME TO MAKE SOME NOISE. Because it's Sunday night, I've gone ahead and contacted my state Attorney General and both senators by email (but come Monday morning, we should all be calling). Here is the email that I wrote to my AG:

Dear Mr. [AG],

As you will be aware, today (February 2, 2025) the Trump administration has granted wide-ranging access to sensitive US Treasury data, including the personal and private information of [state] citizens, to Elon Musk's so-called "Department of Government Efficiency." Musk is an unelected private citizen who has no legal right to access this data, and is engaging in extensive intimidation and coercion to fulfill his personal and harmful ideological agenda. The present and material harm that this causes to US citizens, [state] residents, and basic laws of government, privacy, and financial security is direct, unconscionable, and actionable. I strongly urge you, in your capacity as [state] Attorney General, to file direct suit against the Trump administration, Elon Musk, the "DOGE" office, and any identifiable individuals who have taken part in this action, in order to protect consumer data, citizen privacy, and basic faith and trust in government.

All the best,

[Qqueenofhades]

Short! To the point! Doesn't waste time, tells him what I want him to do, how Elmo's nonsense directly harms the residents of my state, and why he should take action to stop it! And frankly, given how on-the-ball blue-state AGs have been thus far, they're probably already working on it. You are very welcome to copy-and-paste this message and fill in your AG's last name and your state as appropriate. Super easy to do. Takes five minutes. Call tomorrow.

If you are in a red state, your voice is particularly important right now. The Trumpsters are counting on and are even emboldened by blue state pushback, but you really need to make it start coming from Republican strongholds. Congressional Republicans will only feel the slightest amount of unease about docilely enabling this BS when it starts threatening their own personal power. Hit them where it hurts.

Other lawsuits are coming. Marc Elias, Democratic lawyer extraordinaire, is well aware of this situation and has noted on Bluesky that more lawsuits are in the works. He often wins his cases. This does not mean that you shouldn't loudly make noise elsewhere, but please remember that this is one of those 24-hour periods where, as noted, they are counting on demoralizing you with a nonstop blizzard of bullshit. It does not say anything about how this will play out long-term or the opposition that can and will be mobilized to stop it.

Once again: courage. Take the small steps that you can do today. Then take a breath and get off social media for a little while. Try to take the long view. One step at a time, we will get through this.

Courage.

Baby’s First Year… 1 month:

[She-hulk, the great jade giantess herself, stands outside in the middle of a sunny New York winter afternoon, across the street from an imposing yet nondescript office building complex]

She-Hulk: * shifts the the cooler bag on her shoulder in order to check the building address that was texted to her burner phone: she is in the right location but she is still in denial* “this can’t be the right place, can it?”

She-Hulk: *now inside this ginormous bio-medical building, currently walking through a dark and clearly deserted lobby area towards an elevator, still skeptical* “usually he’s hunkered down in the sewer system or some abandoned subway station… but this, is um, quite the step up…”

She-Hulk: *on an upper floor now, phone flashlight on and her guard up, going carefully down the hallway past empty, dark, medical office after empty, dark, medical office* “it’s still really creepy in here, though… not to mention, did he really have to be so cryptic over text?”

She-Hulk: *finally coming to a stop in front of a bank of ominously darkened lab rooms with floor to ceiling observation windows that bounce her phone’s light back at her* “I mean, what on earth does he need baby formula, five bags of blood, and ‘Legal advice’ for? The blood makes sense, I guess, but there rest? Also, Isn’t he usually asleep at 11 o’clock in the morning?”

She-Hulk: *taking a deep breath before using her light to look through each lab window, she’s not exactly sure what she’ll find … but she knows it’ll be obvious once she’s looking at it * “*sigh* Honestly, what am I getting myself into?”

????: *weakly, a tired, almost anemic sounding voice can be heard from one lab down from where She-Hulk is currently looking* “Ms. Walters? You actually came…”

She-Hulk: *startled, turns her phone light towards the sound, she catches two red eyes in its gleam… * “Michael?!”

She-Hulk: *She bursts into the room, frantically feeling for the light switch on the wall, next to the door; she pauses as the lights reveal the room to her* “Michael!! What the heck is going on…”

Morbius: *Eyes squinted from the sudden brightness, dark five o’clock shadow against pale sweaty flesh, strapped down to a gurney with a nylon belt four fingers wide, blue-black thermal suit haphazardly rolled down to his waist, chest hair matted slick in places from multiple small still oozing wounds* “Jennifer Walters, Truly you are μια υπέροχη πράσινη θεά…”

She-Hulk: *Surprise quickly turns into concern which slowly begins fading into her family’s favorite emotion as she scrolls through her mental list of medical wackos who might do something like this* “Michael Morbius! You have five seconds to explain what’s going on and why you look like the Monty Python rabbit attacked you!

Morbius: *further lowering the volume of his exhausted voice in hopes that She-hulk might mirror him while furtively glancing at something on the floor on the other side of his gurney* “Ok! Ok… if you would just give me one of those blood bags, I can tell you in three, but please… be quieter… we just got the baby down to sleep”

She-Hulk: *moving into the room so she can follow his gaze, also lowering her voice* “Baby ?”

[Her phone light freezes on a questionable sight: on the floor is The Lizard, in just his tattered clothes, breathing softly with eyes seemingly wide open (save for the subtle discoloration of nictitating membranes) curled protectively around a small, pale, sleeping infant swaddled in a grubby lab coat. The baby has sweet little wisps of blond hair , a crusty ring of red encircling his tiny precious lips, and little pudgy fists which are tightly clasped around the tip of The Lizard’s tail.]

She-hulk: *mostly to herself under her breath as she observes the kid* “huh, well that explains the baby formula… hold on, is that-“

Morbius: *interrupting her train of thought, bloodlust starting to cloud his hushed tone, even starting to struggle against his bindings* “yes, tis exactly what you think it is, now how about that blood bag?”

She-Hulk: *remembering the rest of the stuff in her cooler bag, fishing a packet out for him, thinking to add an i.v. tube as a straw before handing it to him; quietly taking note to wait for him to finish before she undoes the straps on him* “oh! Right! Here…”

[one blood bag later, in one room over]

She-Hulk: *looking expectantly at Morbius* “So… is it yours…or?”

Morbius: *no longer restrained and now sitting back in a chair, his wounds already closed up but trying to clean the remaining blood off his chest with anti-septic wipes before he pulls his thermal suit back up, not really looking at She-Hulk while speaking; he’s embarrassed he almost went off on her* “No, not mine biologically…”

She-Hulk: *Jokingly feinting shock * “What? you’re telling me that you and The Lizard didn’t whip that little cutie up in the lab? He looks soooo much like you and Martine…”

Morbius: *bristles at the comment but continues trying break up the matted blood and spittle in his chest hair* “We share some similarities… but no, he is a foundling, whatever ‘Parents’ he had decided to drop him on our doorstep 3 weeks ago.”

She-Hulk: *A bit more serious now* “Oh. I see…How old was he on arrival?”

Morbius: *pausing for a moment, trying to recall but sleep deprivation makes it so much harder * “Hngmm, between Strange and I during our visit last week, we were able to place him at having arrived around a week or so old, give or take a day…”

She-Hulk: *pretty sure the baby looks well over a few weeks old currently…* “I take it he’s not a ‘traditional vampire’ then?”

Morbius: *finally looks up her direction, there is a thousand yard length to his stare; clearly more than just one bag was needed to shake off the rest of his anemia* “Correct, as I stated before, we have ‘similarities’… which Dr.Strange was able to confirm for me during our visit last week. Also, before you ask: if I had to guess, his mother was probably one of Theocritus’ test subjects during the blood hunt, she was probably cured along with the rest of them during her pregnancy but the antidote must not have passed to the child…”

Morbius: *heavily, as if delivering a most grave diagnosis; after which he returns to attending to his chest* “which means, as far as we can tell, he was born like this.”

She-Hulk: *taking that conclusion with the full weight of what she knows about Morbius’ history, plus the grain of salt that is sleep deprivation; She decides to put on her ‘public defender hat’ and start gently steering this conversation to the part she’s been most curious/worried about* “huh, ok… that’s a pretty good explanation of everything, very… succinct. Yep, totally explains two thirds of your text; which I really didn’t understand why you sent to me at first. but… I think I’m starting to get an idea of why, so I’m just going to ask some clarifying questions about that last third: so, what exactly do you need legal advice on?”

Morbius: *finally giving up his cleaning efforts in grouchy exasperation* “Is it not obvious? I wish to know where I stand on Guardianship for το μικρό μύρο, what legal steps must I next take?”

She-hulk: *relieved but still kind of perplexed/startled; also beginning to notice a new problem* “Oh! Thank god, yeah no that makes sense! That’s actually very pragmatic thinking there, Michael. But, I think there’s just a… few little problems with my ability to answer that question…”

Morbius: *slow on the up take and not a fan of where this is going; She-hulk’s legal advice hasn’t steered him wrong, yet… * “Problems?”

She-hulk: *puts up a finger as she lists each problem* “well for one, I only passed the bar in California, which won’t really help in New York… two, I’m a Criminal Defense lawyer not a Family or Immigration Lawyer… three, the baby is technically a US citizen while your legal citizenship is, at best, dubious… , and Four-“

Morbius: *Exhausted, fangs gritted like a dam to hold back the bitter tears welling up behind bloodshot red eyes. his despair demands that he stop her; upon finishing he dramatically hangs his head in his hands in as an expression of tired defeat* “Ok! Ok! I get the point! But you can not tell Morbius that it would not be different if anyone else had found him!! Morbius, and only Morbius, knows what that child will go through! And! And, only… I will be the one to save him from it…”

She-hulk: *Talking in the third person is a bad sign with him, it definitely means she struck a nerve… she-hulk pauses a moment to choose her next words carefully: firm but gently she says* “hey… hey… I wasn’t trying to ‘make a point’ about anything. I am sorry I got carried away, but what I want you to know is that getting the answers to all these questions first is actually going to be your next step. Unfortunately, I am just not equipped to give you these answers right now; but I am willing to take some time… and ask some friends… and and eventually get back to you on this, ok?”

[no response from Morbius]

She-hulk: *concerned, decides maybe he’s being sulky* “do you hear me Michael? I promise I’m going to help you, ok?”

[ when she still receives no response from him, she gets up from her chair and carefully goes over to check on him]

She-Hulk: *tries to get his attention verbally first, but when he still doesn’t respond she tries snapping her fingers near one of his sensitive pointy ears* “Michael?” *snap* *snap*

She-Hulk: *surprisingly still no response, so she checks his vitals: pulse is steady and so is his breathing… which can only mean one thing: he’s just sleeping; albeit while still seated stiff as a board in his position of despair* “wait a minute… what?! Do you really go into rigor-mortis when you fall asleep?? Goddamnit Michael…”

She-Hulk: *incredulous but not surprised, she decides to let him rest* “You know what? I’ll just text him later tonight to make sure he understands that I’m gonna help… until then, though, I’ll see myself out…”

[part 1 of 6]

I want you to remember:

The fascists hate you too and they just will pretend otherwise until after they've killed the rest of us, before they turn on you.

i thinkit would be cool if there was an omegaverse but for salmon instead of wolves. Like when the time comes certain members of society get really juicy musclewise and get yiffy fangs and are suddenly compelled to return to the neighborhood they grew up in and 96 hours later show up barefoot in full starvation mode and ravaged by walking through interstate traffic to fuck whoevwr smells the best in the local burger king. Then afterwards they die and disintegrate to be eaten by seagulls in the parking lot

Nope now it’s at the point that i’m shocked that people off tt don’t know what’s going down. I have no reach but i’ll sum it up anyway.

SCOTUS is hearing on the constitutionality of the ban as tiktok and creators are arguing that it is a violation of our first amendment rights to free speech, freedom of the press and freedom to assemble.

SCOTUS: tiktok bad, big security concern because china bad!

Tiktok lawyers: if china is such a concern why are you singling us out? Why not SHEIN or temu which collect far more information and are less transparent with their users?

SCOTUS (out loud): well you see we don’t like how users are communicating with each other, it’s making them more anti-american and china could disseminate pro china propaganda (get it? They literally said they do not like how we Speak or how we Assemble. Independent journalists reach their audience on tt meaning they have Press they want to suppress)

Tiktok users: this is fucking bullshit i don’t want to lose this community what should we do? We don’t want to go to meta or x because they both lobbied congress to ban tiktok (free market capitalism amirite? Paying off your local congressmen to suppress the competition is totally what the free market is about) but nothing else is like TikTok

A few users: what about xiaohongshu? It’s the Chinese version of tiktok (not quite, douyin is the chinese tiktok but it’s primarily for younger users so xiaohongshu was chosen)

16 hours later:

Tiktok as a community has chosen to collectively migrate TO a chinese owned app that is purely in Chinese out of utter spite and contempt for meta/x and the gov that is backing them.

My fyp is a mix of “i would rather mail memes to my friends than ever return to instagram reels” and “i will xerox my data to xi jinping myself i do not care i share my ss# with 5 other people anyway” and “im just getting ready for my day with my chinese made coffee maker and my Chinese made blowdryer and my chinese made clothing and listening to a podcast on my chinese made phone and get in my car running on chinese manufactured microchips but logging into a chinese social media? Too much for our gov!” etc.

So the government was scared that tiktok was creating a sense of class consciousness and tried to kill it but by doing so they sent us all to xiaohongshu. And now? Oh it’s adorable seeing this gov-manufactured divide be crossed in such a way.

This is adorable and so not what they were expecting. Im sure they were expecting a reluctant return to reels and shorts to fill the void but tiktokers said fuck that, we will forge connections across the world. Who you tell me is my enemy i will make my friend. That’s pretty damn cool.

If you are a British/UK citizen, there is currently a petition running (with only 125 signatures) that ends in June 2025. The petition calls for the government to make it so that you do not need a diagnosis of gender dysphoria to change your gender.

If you are a British/UK citizen, and would like to sign:

https://petition.parliament.uk/petitions/701159

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‘Say something’ by James

ATTENTION

If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

Yeah, that’s exactly how I expected that to go 😂

This is wonderful btw

Vid by NikhilClayton

Could you maybe reblog this post if you think respecting trans peoples' names and identities is a basic right and not a political opinion?

No pressure. Just seeking some validation of my sentiment. Due to some. people

Months after both the Blood Hunt and Venom War events…

Dr. Strange: *entering the master bedroom of the sanctum sanctorum in nothing but his cloak of levitation, doing his best attempt at seduction* “Clea Strange: I’ve come to bargain!”

Clea: *On the bed and also naked, doing her best to humor her husband’s attempt by not giggling* “Oh? And what, lowly Sorcerer Strange, do you come to bargain for?”

Dr. Strange: *joining her on the bed* “Why, O queen of the Dark dimension, your first born child, of course…”

Clea: *still trying not to crack up, they’re on take #27 and this is the furthest they’ve gotten yet (she just can’t help it, she loves her man dearly, but she finds earthly mating rituals to be so silly)* “ Is *snk* is that so? And-and what do you have to offer in return?”

Dr.Strange: *cupping her face in his hands, leaning in for a sweet sincere kiss* “an evening so magical it would make even fair Aphrodite blush”

Clea: *leans into the kiss, otherwise she might finally burst; it’s absolutely magical, but as they pull apart for an air break she happens look at the window… and what she sees there turns her love and mirth into embarrassment and terror: a shiny pair of red tapetum lucidum are watching her!* “Gyahhh! STEPHAN! STEPHAN! The window!”

Dr.Strange: *whirls around, beet-red: he sees the blood red eyes too (but that shouldn’t be! that window is dressed to the nines in protective wards, nothing with even an iota of magic should be within 10ft of it!); however, through narrowed angry eyes, he knows exactly who’s peeping on them…* “goddamnit Michael… hold on a second Clea, I’ll be right back.

Dr.Strange: * leaves his cloak with his wife, and storms over to open the window * “By The Hoary Hosts, Michael Morbius! You better have a good reason for interrupting me and my wife!”

Morbius: *three points of contact in a death grip to continue hanging under the window seal, yet gently holding a bundle of something to his chest; he cannot seem to look dr.strange in the eye as he answers, he’s too embarrassed by what he saw* “ζητό συγγνώμη , I promise this is important Stephan…”

Dr.Strange: *still irate* “important? Someone better be out there dying or getting eaten by demons, Michael! This couldn’t wait till morning?”

Morbius: *bundle briefly starts squirming before stopping when he adjusts it* “It has waited for far too many mornings, I am afraid, and neither the Lizard nor I know what to do anymore! I just feel so weak, now and… you know, I nearly fell out of the sky just getting here!”

Dr.Strange: *wary, but puzzled* “look, if you’re just asking for blood, know that I don’t have any for you-“

Morbius: *offended, then in pain as the contents of the bundle latches onto a bare patch of skin; he has to grip the window seal to not fall off* “Ugh! Tis not always about blood, and even if it was this time, it would not be for meeee-Aagh! Why!? Why!? Γιατί τα δοντάκια σας είναι ήδη τόσο κοφτερά ;!”

Dr.Strange: *more concerned now* “would you- would you like to come in to discuss this?”

Morbius: *clearly overwhelmed* “yes!”

Later…

In a Drawing room, seated in comfortable chairs by the fireplace , with everyone dressed and no longer hanging by a window seal:

Dr.Strange: *leaned forward in seat, elbows on knees, and fingers steepled; trying to be understanding* “So let me get this straight: you, and The Lizard, found a baby?”

Morbius: *nods In confirmation, is now holding said baby in a more open position on his lap (mostly so the baby can’t take another bite out of him…)* “Yes, someone left a foundling on our doorstep in a covered bassinet. We waited for του μωρού parents to come back for him for hours, but they never came. Eventually, the child got hungry… and well…” *waggles a bandaged index finger at the baby, the child laughs and tries to reach for it*

Clea: *has an ‘ah-ha’ moment as she points to the small fresh wound on Morbius’s chest* “Wait… are you saying that the infant did that?”

Dr.Strange: *concerned look at the baby: it’s just as plump and cherubic as any other infant, if a little pale…* “Is he… like you?”

Morbius: *looks down at the little bundle of ‘Joy’ with a frown: the baby looks back at him, the fire light catching tiny golden tapetum lucidum, and he smiles a big baby smile, showing off two slightly sharper than average baby-teeth…* “Ehhh, probably? Conners is at home running all the scientific tests, but we will not be sure until the morning. Meanwhile I came here, to you, for a second opinion…”

Clea: “… on whether or not the infant is Undead?”

Morbius: *lips pursed at the idea of ‘undeath’* “Well, I was just going to say ‘Supernatural’… but yes. I did wonder if he would ever have a chance to grow up… to maybe get better…”

Dr.Strange: *understands where Morbius’ concerns come from, tries to reassure his friend* “hmmm… well I can confirm, he is not ‘supernatural’ as you put it; a vampire his size would not have survived all the Wards you traipsed through to get to my window, Michael.”

Morbius: *surprised pikachu face in horror as it dawns on him how careless he was* “ what do you mean ‘survive’…?”

Clea: *trying to distract their guest* “So, how have you been feeding him then? what has his feeding schedule been like? Have you setup a routine for him yet? What names are you thinking about? Did you see if he already had one…

*Clea proceeds to as a thousand questions that just didn’t occur to the poor scientist; (Dr.Strange could absolutely kiss his wife right about now, her distraction is working!)*