xthesilvrsurfer:
well maybe norrin likes to wear the undies so there is something to seductively remove
who is he seductively removing them for ??

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@hungercosmic
xthesilvrsurfer:
well maybe norrin likes to wear the undies so there is something to seductively remove
who is he seductively removing them for ??
hungercosmic replied to your post:space undies.
@xthesilvrsurfer could have sworn he’d removed the panties when he made the upgrade
maybe
he thinks that’s much better. if you got it, why not show it off
Galactus & the Silver Surfer - Daniel Govar
𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐍 , rustic walls adored with painted flowers . a place of peace , of refuge ( from what ? ) , a quaint little cottage plucked straight from most wondrous of fairy tales — or at least , some have likened this place to such . atop almost every surface ; a potted plant , dotted about the floor clumps of moss & grass & fungus , & hanging from ceiling above stringed flowers & spiders weaving elaborate cobwebs .
at the center of life unbound ; life itself , sat with grace though a tad hunched over a table crowded with unlit candles & delicate saplings in tiny containers . a tiny holly blue butterfly flutters in through the wide open window & settles on lithe hand briefly which stills . a smile , faint as can be though swift as wind fades & eternity straightens shortly before standing . ❝ eternity welcomes you , galan of taa . ❞ the stars greet , turning on bare heel to face their fellow cosmic entity stood within open doorway . ❝ yours is an unexpected visitation … though a welcome one . come in , please , ❞ a hand beckons subtle for him to enter , attention drifting ( as it forever does ) to the fluttering butterfly , ❝ what is it which stirs the soul to be here ? i must say i find myself minutely astounded to see you walk among humanity as i do . ❞ @hungercosmic gets a thing .
LIFE, ETERNAL AND ALL-ENCOMPASSING, small within itself and yet as vast as the tapestry of time and space that forms the universe; they greet him with a name he recognises from a past existence, one that is sometimes closer to the gossamer silk of a dream than another reality, that brings him back to a smaller dimension and anchors him to the vertebrate form he once wore, before the seventh iteration of the universe was born. he finds himself profoundly grateful to his cosmic brother for reminding him that he is more than just hunger. eyes of starfire sweep across the sylvan abode, quaint and brimming with as many manifestations of life as they can fit within four walls; he takes a few moments to feel the moss tickling his bare feet, the scents of nature greet his nostrils, and take in all that his human senses can capture instead of craving it to sate his hunger, an exercise that is a rare occurrence for an abstract entity concerned with higher cosmic planes.
“ ɪ’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪsʀᴜᴘᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴏʟᴀᴄᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀɪɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴀɴᴄᴛᴜᴀʀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɢʀɪᴇғ. ɪ’ᴠᴇ ᴄʜᴏsᴇɴ ᴛʜɪs ғᴏʀᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴀᴘᴛ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟᴀʀᴍ.” hand to his chest, he immediately seeks to reassure them before taking any further steps from the threshold, aware that a visit from the devourer rarely bodes well; hungry and herald-less, the world-eater is shrunk to a size that will allow him to conserve what little energy he has left until the next inevitable feed - but has not forgotten his duty as keeper and watcher of the universe, his home, purpose and brother. he joins the stars at the table where the magic happens, watching over the saplings those miraculous hands so tenderly care for, and for a brief moment he longs to become one of those simple creatures contained within a pot, concerned only with the soil that nourishes them. “ ɪ’ᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀssᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs sᴏʟᴀᴄᴇ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴɪᴛʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʙʀɪɴɢs ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴏʏ.” --and perhaps even find some for himself, a break from the curse of his solitary existence, and a beautiful reminder of why it might all be worth it.
Basking shark.
Whelp. Didn’t last long.
Marvel’s lack of will and talent to go beyond the status quo is depressing, as always.
Infinity Coutdown #4
And here is a bit of Ultimates by Al Ewing:
@xthesilvrsurfer
leaves a smooch
IT’S A REAL SHAME he can’t turn kisses into sustenance - his hunger would be far more manageable that way; but for a moment he finds himself fully appreciating the beauty of a gesture so insignificant to one as incommensurable and abstract as he, and yet so physically embedded in the spatial-temporal flow of pure life and sensation, that he finds temporary respite from the consuming void within him.
“ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜɪs ᴀs ᴍᴇᴀɴs ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀᴄɪғʏ ᴍᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏғᴛᴇɴ, ʜᴇʀᴀʟᴅ.”
self care is kissing ancient gods
@etrnty
"'seeder of worlds', hm? whatever will the mortals think of that title?"
“ ... ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴇᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ, ᴅᴇᴀʀᴇsᴛ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴɪᴛʏ.”
Ultimates v2 #13 - ‘After the Fall” (2016) art by Christian Ward
Galactus pinup! Used ref for the body and well the head I tried.
@hungercosmic
Galactus | Pascal Blanché
verse 1: being human: galan is the human friendly sized form of galactus, forcibly shrunk and stuck on a planet with his power cosmic dormant. his hunger is the only thing that remains unchanged and unchained: he will eat pretty much anything, at all hours of the day. he is unfamiliar with the planet’s customs and society but is trying to adapt, and is plunged in an overwhelming, fully immersive ‘human’ experience without a choice.
verse 2: it’s a small world: galactus is not confined, but chooses to shrink and disguise himself as galan in order to interact with smaller beings, since he has managed to channel and contain his power cosmic through smaller accessories so he does not require his suit of armour at all times.
Galactus and the Silver Surfer by Daniel Govar
xthesilvrsurfer:
Was that a smile? Could Galactus smile? Even after all their time together, Galactus was unfathomable to Norrin as ever. And yet there was some kind of unspoken, deeper understanding between them, likely from their connection with the Power Cosmic that bound them together.
“Did you not try to change my very nature, alter my soul?” The words slipped out, and Norrin cringed.
He wondered why Galactus seemingly always took him back, even after great defiance and out right betrayal.
HE SHOULD NOT BE ABLE TO FEEL DISCOMFORT, and yet on rare occasions, once every billion years or so, perhaps more frequently with the surfer at his side, he is able to sense just a smidge of an ancient feeling, a memory encoded in his mind from a different spatio-temporal continuum. his colossal head cants in a single nod, affirming the surfer’s question.
“ɪ ᴅɪᴅ. ɪ sᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴏᴜʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴄᴏsᴍɪᴄ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ... ᴡᴏʀᴋ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇʟʏ. ” really, it would have made norrin’s job easier and their partnership a lot smoother; but galactus sometimes suspects it would not have been a good thing overall, in the grander scheme of cosmic things, for his herald to be entirely complacent to his will and indifferent to life. the silver surfer’s suffering, as insignificant as it might or should have been to a cosmic abstract, possibly played an important part in the balance of the universe.
xthesilvrsurfer:
Norrin was unsure of how Galactus, Devourer of Worlds, would react to his little kiss. Perhaps a reprimand, or even possibly being flicked away like some pesky gnat. But no, Galactus extends his palm, in which Norrin gladly settles on to, sitting down, and gazing up at his Master with bright star-lit eyes.
“I hope I never do,” Norrin replies honestly with a small smile.
There is no lecture, no grand spiel, or chastisement. So Norrin sits comfortably in the palm of his Master, content.
DESPITE BEING ENDOWED WITH COSMIC AWARENESS, there are many things the silver surfer keeps hidden from galactus, tucked away in some remote corner of his consciousness - and strangely enough, the devourer allows it. the unpredictability of life as opposed to the stillness of death he brings is a rare gift to entities like him. there is perhaps the tiniest hint of a smile on the giant’s stoic face, like the faint trace of a memory of the man he once was - closer to a dream.
“ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛғᴜʟ, ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴄʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴄᴏsᴍɪᴄ ʜᴀsɴ’ᴛ ... ᴛʜᴇɴ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡɪʟʟ. ” the truth is that deep down, galactus wouldn’t have it any other way, despite the pain it can often cause him. sometimes he forgets his purpose, driven only by the agony of his ravenous hunger, but he has to trust that norrin radd has the best interests of the universe at heart, even if everything seems like betrayal; one of the many reasons why he will always let him back into his employ.