MadImpetuousThing97

  An investigation deep in the basement of Endsville University's old abandoned science department leads one Velma Dinkley into the lair of a green gelatinous creature hungry for brains! Fortunately for the starving alien, Mystery Inc.'s resident geek girl provides him with a sweet snack, which in turn leads to her becoming his latest mindless thrall. "Sure she might it it's deranged, but she won't give it a thought after I've eaten her brain..." A crossover I saved just for Halloween between Scooby-Doo and The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy , two Cartoon Network favorites of mine when I was growing up. Velma Dinkley meets The Brain-Eating Meteor on DeviantArt

  The strange airships hovered above the city under the cloak of midnight, their emerald tractor beams dancing sporadically like spotlights as they pulled in any human caught in it’s gaze. It cared not who they were or where they came from, as long as their bio-signature deemed them worthy of abduction. By the time the effects of the paralysis ray had worn off, the abductees found themselves on a distant planet populated by gooey green creatures floating in egg-shaped armor. The Yolkians (as they were apparently called) informed their prisoners that they were to be immediately processed for dronification, to join the ranks of their ever-growing army of slaves. Of course, the prisoners protested this, but there was very little they could do as large black and silver helmets were placed upon their heads. In seconds, a steady stream of alien thoughts pour into their minds, ones which instil a sense of loyalty and complete servitude to the Yolkian empire. Yvonne had aspi...

    At the edge of South Gotham, well-hidden by a lush thicket of emerald, lays the crumbling ruins of a Colonial-era fortress which once dominated the space now known as Robinson Park. Most of the elaborate stone constructs have busted to bits, and the roof vanished long ago, but even in it's current state beyond the point of repair there's still someone that calls it home. Where the black leather boots of colonists and minutemen previously marched now treads a single set of bare feet, whose soles are stained by the browns and greens of nature itself. Muskets hanging from rifle racks no longer adorn what remains of the broken walls, replaced by creeping vines slithering from between the smallest of fractures in the cobblestone. The furnishings of the old barracks were taken away generations ago, but the latest group of residents don't seem to mind, dreaming without a care or complaint in large pods of amber firmly rooted in the Earth. Right now, they're c...

  I know, I know, I just did a latex Black Widow image a few months ago , but with the movie coming out this week I decided to put her in another costume I really like, one which comes from a painting by Julie Bell for the 1996 Marvel Masterworks series. Scarlett Johansson as 1990s Black Widow on DeviantArt

  It seemed as though the number of captured Human Resistance fighters was growing with each passing day, and it was a number which scavenger Jennifer Parker was inadvertently contributing to at this very moment. A reconnaissance mission gone awry had led her directly into the hands of the Decepticons, who then promptly brought her to the closest Conversion Center available. The teenage rebel had long feared the day when this would happen after having to watch so many of her former allies become servants to the mechanical dictators they fought so very hard to try to bring down, a nightmare which had finally come true. By the time she arrives at her assigned post at the Energon Processing Facility, one never would have taken her to be a radical insurgent just a few hours prior. Her skin-tight purple bio-suit proudly bears the indigo crest of her metal masters, and the mind-altering steel headband kills any thoughts of resistance before they can even form. Supervisor 53...

  The old greenhouse's steel frame shuttered with every clap of thunder that rolled across the skies of Gotham. Rain seeps through fractures in the glass ceiling high above, quenching the thirst of many of the withering plants that have neglected since their caretaker's departure several weeks back. Then, as if all of their prayers had been answered at once, they felt her presence. They couldn't see her of course, but they knew she was coming. The door creaked open. She had come back. Her fingers unfastened the buttons of the wet crimson shirt, letting it slip from her shoulders and onto the floor. There was nothing to cover her exposed body from prying eyes, but she knew with absolute certainty that no one else was around. She began to tread silently through the unruly conservatory, reveling in the touch of the rich brown soil upon her soles, reforging her connection to the greenery surrounding her with every step . In return, the plants themselves began to f...

  After it was announced that Fennec would be appearing in The Bad Batch animated series, I threw together this companion piece to Cara Dune: Showdown On Nevarro . Fennec Shand: Assassin For Hire on DeviantArt