must be a king

SUPERGIRL #9
Written by STEVE ORLANDO • Art and cover by BRIAN CHING • Variant cover by BENGAL
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“Escape from the Phantom Zone” part one! Trapped in the Phantom Zone, Supergirl and Batgirl must face the Phantom King to escape! But what deadly team is Emerald Empress building? And what does it have to do with the future of the Girl of Steel?
On sale MAY 10 • 32 pg, FC, $3.99 US • RATED T

Supergirl #9 by Brian Ching

SUPERGIRL #9

Written by STEVE ORLANDO • Art and cover by BRIAN CHING • Variant cover by BENGAL
“Escape from the Phantom Zone” part one! Trapped in the Phantom Zone, Supergirl and Batgirl must face the Phantom King to escape! But what deadly team is Emerald Empress building? And what does it have to do with the future of the Girl of Steel?
On sale MAY 10 • 32 pg, FC, $3.99 US • RATED T

Me on my way to Korea to give Taehyung the oscar that he deserves for his tremendous acting performance as Hwarang’s sunshine, Hansung

Ok but I’ve been binge watching the Narnia movies again, after not having seen them for a long ass time, and now, being a little older and (hopefully) a little more mature than I was when I first saw them, I always feel physically sick when I see the Pevensies being children after The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe because they just aren’t anymore and I can’t even begin to imagine what it must be like, to grow up as kings and queens, respected and important, and full of duty, only to go back to being 8 years old (in Lucy’s case).

They didn’t remember England, or the wardrobe, or their old lives, they were Narnians and they were pushed back, not only into a world that was bound to make them miserable, but also into bodies that couldn’t reflect what they’d been through.

Just imagine Peter, waking up in the morning, not remembering that he isn’t the Magnificent anymore, imagine him subconsciously reaching for something to trim his beard, only to remember that it isn’t there anymore, to expect old battle wounds to hurt until he realises that they can’t because he doesn’t have them.

Or Edmund, who left England a stubborn selfish little boy who only wanted his mummy back, and came back the Just, the redeemed traitor, the diplomat, the man, having to resort to being ten years old and probably not even allowed to peek at a newspaper because he’s just a child after all. He plays chess, incredibly well, he doesn’t mock his siblings anymore and all the friends he knew when he was still a boy are either irritated at his behaviour or too childish, too selfish for somebody who knows very well just what selfishness can do, who has a part of the White Witch in him, always.

Susan forgets, we all know that. She must’ve lain awake at night, remembering just what it felt like to cover pain and viciousness and gore with a smile and a blush, remembering being the Gentle, but never in war. She must’ve cried for all the lost years, for all that she learnt and that she can never forget, for all that she has accomplished, that will bring her nothing in this world that doesn’t feel like hers. So she sits down in front of a mirror, talks herself out of believing, telling herself that it wasn’t real, that it was just a dream, that this Narnia her siblings talk about is nothing but a game.
The truth is too terrifying, to devastating to face.

Lucy, little Lucy, who grew up under Mr Tumnus’ smiles and Aslan’s approving gaze, who was loved by all, who did learn how to rule, how to negotiate but who never forgot just what it means to be a queen of Narnia, this girl who matured into a woman, who had a woman’s mind and body and a queen’s grace, she who they called the Valiant, the lion’s daughter, she shrank into herself, into a child, younger than even her siblings. She remembers, clearest of them all, she is the only one who still knows Mr Tumnus’ face, still knows Aslan, but she is just a girl, a pretty little thing who will never be the queen she was, who will never be the woman she was because queenship forms a person in ways no schools can.

They must’ve been devastated when they tumbled to the floor, short and small, and there’s a war they have no control over and Lucy is small, Edmund is skinny, so skinny and Peter and Susan have lost their glow and they’ve changed, they’ve changed so much. (The first time, somebody calls them by just their names, they feel invalidated and small. And offended. They’re kings and queens, they’ve earned their titles and now they have to sit in a dim room filled with children and listen to teachers, have to allow themselves to be insignificant and nothing more than what they were when Lucy first stepped into Narnia - frightened children in the middle of a war they wish was never there in the first place)

Goblin - A Very Possible Fan Theory (Spoiler?)

This is a very popular fan theory among Korean fans!

In the First Episode, we saw a young king&queen.

The Queen must be Kim Shin’s younger sister (or at least cousin sister) since she was the first one to get shot by an arrow when the King yelled “Kill everyone from Kim Shin’s family.”

And there’s one thing we must point out: THE SYNOPSIS

We now call them the “Grim Reaper” and “Sunny”, but in the early stages, the synopsis called them “Wang Yeo” and “Kim Sun

And if you’re interested in historical dramas, you’d know that “Wang” is a family name given to the Goryeo Royal Family.

Also if the Queen is Kim Shin’s younger sister, Kim Sun is a possible name for her. (Kim ‘Sun’ -> Sunny)


And you remember when Kim Shin became the goblin and returned to the palace (for revenge)?

This evil subject (also in the first picture) got much older, so we can see that the time has past. So the Young king who looked like a teenager must be in his 20s or 30s. They don’t show us the dead king’s body, and korean fans assume that it is because they’re gonna show Lee Dongwook (Grim Reaper)’s face as the grown up king when the secret of Grim Reaper & Sunny reveals.


So Grim Reaper is the dead king who lost his memory (and probably regretted his choice so much) and Sunny must be the reincarnation of the dead Queen, Kim Shin’s sister. Also the opening clip provides some certainty too.

THEY LITERALLY REWINDED DEAD QUEEN’S TEAR AND THEN INTRODUCE SUNNY

When I first read about this couple, I thought their story was a bit weaker than the main couple’s. But if this fan theory is true, I see why Lee Dongwook contacted the writer first and said he wanted to do it. This story is super awesome!!!!

OKAY I NEED TO SAY THIS: Strange Magic Headcanon that makes me happy

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I need opinions on this

Because I just had this image and it made me beyond happy

Bog. Knows. Sign. Language.

Can you imagine that? That Marianne has no idea until later on.

She had an incident with Roland where a little deaf fairy had gone up to them. So excited to see the Princess and the soon-to-be couple. She’d run up to them in her sweet purple dress of lilac and verbena, curtsied low, and he her very best to speak. Mostly with her hands. A few slow, well sounded out words here and there-

And Roland had brushed her off.

Had pushed the girl aside and continued on his way. Scoffing at the child who held her hands up, fingers splayed, Looking up at him with huge, shocked eyes. The girl had looked betrayed, Marianne remembered. She’d looked despaired. But Marianne could do little about it and kept her arm hooked with her fiance and continued on.

It’s been two years. One year since she’d fallen into the Dark Forest and, subsequently, fallen in love. Another year since she’d been in the favor of the King of said Dark Forest. And the time for him to go with her, at the beginning of Spring to her side of the Primroses, has come.

They cross the border as King and Princess. The Fairies keep their distance.
They’re always skeptical about these new creatures of legends. The Goblins are things of bedtime stories, and none of them end well for the Fairies. The crowds part around them. The gaggles of fair ladies and nervous gentleman eying the scaly creature.

There is only one who didn’t realize.

Unable to hear the drop in sound, the little girl, two years older (but no less fond of the color purple) accidentally runs through the crowd searching for her parents. She runs right into the path of the couple.

There is a collective gasp. The women and men all watching the girl, who now stands at the feet of the King Goblin, and wonder what will happen next.

The girl, desperate to explain herself, quickly babbles around her messy strings of words, hands flying up in apology, trying to form her mouth around what her hands can do much quicker-

Bog Kneels. There’s another gasp. His teeth so close. His claws, raising up, going even closer than that still.

And then his claws begin to move.

Marianne could remember no other moment where she’d been more in love with the Bog King than the one where he’d spoken to the girl in a language that was all her own. Took the time. The fear in her eyes sparked into quick appreciation and then, soon after, adoration. And Marianne knew her eyes must have looked the same. The little girls fingers flying in the air. Bog laughed, throwing his head back to cackle before replying in full, and whatever he said had the child giggling herself pink.

He would say goodbye. And later on, he’d tell Marianne that he’d given the child an open invitation. “There are so many creatures on mah land that cannai speak much. We use that language often. She’d be able ta practice. Maybe she could be a translator fer the Kingdom’s when she’s not such a wee bairn.”

“I’m sure she’d adore you even more for it.”

“I do what I can.”

His Princess just takes his hands in hers. New hands. All new and fresh. “Show me?” (I love you.)

“Of course.” (You are loved.)

Roland’s legacy in her mind quickly evaporates.

How people be before they die
  • Normal ppl: Spread my ashes over the lake where I met your father. I've felt his essence there everyday since he passed. I miss him so much and wish to be one with him there, in ash and in spirit.
  • Me: Melt my gold teeth into a regal dagger and use my bone marrow as a hilt. On Easter morning, you must slay as many peasants as possible. When the king's men stop you, and they will eventually my child, slather the blood of your victims upon the face of the king's greatest knight and howl my name. I shall be reborn as a dark presence in the heart of that man, and my reign of terror shall continue evermore.

do you ever think about the fact that, like, as a couple, james and lily must have had the entire hogwarts population (minus the bigots but you know who cares about them) under their thumbs?? like their combined charisma and leadership power must have been truly awe inspiring. james was practically a king of hogwarts before becoming head boy, and then he had the title to go with the status and that boy must have been unstoppable because really if you were a twelve year old and james potter stopped and told you to do something you wouldn’t have questioned it for a second. and everyone was literally in love with lily evans like i’m pretty sure half the population of hogwarts would have taken a bullet for the girl because she had probably done something nice and wonderful for every single one of them. and you know both were the kind who somehow remembered everyone’s names, even that random first year who they’d met once in the library years ago, and greeted them randomly in the hallway. like, attention from james and lily potter probably sent people’s heads spinning. true power couple right there