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John Jonah Jameson III / Man-Wolf / 616 / 18+ / OC&AU But the Man-Wolf, a twisted parody of John, both physically and mentally, only glares at her and snarls through slavering jaws. You see, the Man-Wolf hates whatever John Jameson loves...

[jamesoniii]

                      Mallrats (1995) Sentence Meme

“One time my cousin Walter got this cat stuck in his ass.” “It was embarrassing for my relatives and all, but the next week, he did it again.” “Because I have nothing better to do than fuck you.” “The usual vault rules apply: Touch not, lest ye be touched.“ “Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn for SEGA.“ “Let me ask you something. Did you ever fart in front of her?” “There is something out there that can help ease our simultaneous double loss.“ “I can't express myself monosyllabically enough for you to understand!“ “Today's my day. I brought lunch and a soda, and I'm not gonna leave until I see this sailboat everyone talks about.“ “He won the school science fair by turning his mom's vibrator into a CD player. Motherfucker's like MacGyver. Motherfucker’s better than MacGyver.“ “Lois could never have Superman's baby. You think her Fallopian tubes could handle the sperm?“ “The food court is downstairs. We're upstairs. This isn't quantum physics. This is an eatery. Eateries make up the food court.“ “Bullshit. Eateries in the designated square downstairs qualify as food court. Anything outside of said designated square is considered an autonomous  unit for mid-mall snacking.“ “ Man, there's not a year goes by that I don't read about an escalator accident involving some bastard kid that could have been avoided had some parent - I don't care which one - conditioned him to fear and respect that escalator!“ “Be fair, all right. Everyone wants Mr Toad's Wild Ride.“ “Fly, fat-ass! Fly!“ “My grandmother always said, ‘Why buy the cow when you get the sex for free?’” “Damn, that bastard's faster than Walt Flanagan's dog.“ “I can't believe you have the nerve to come to my mall and pick up guys!“ “Where does the other arm go? You can lay on it or shove it between your bodies. The only other option is to stretch it above your head. But sometimes my arm pops out of the socket when I sleep like that. I was always searching for someplace to keep my arm - while still laying close to her.“ “Jesus, man! Haven't I made it clear during our friendship that I don't know shit?“ “Your maleness amazes me sometimes.“ “Suitor No.1. If you were a car, what kind of car would you be?“ “My cousin Walter jerked off in public once. True story.“ “Well, did he come or what?“

[fastestpersonalive]

“Not normally. I…thought it would be a good idea to investigate before the FOH–” her lips twisted in disdain. ‘Friends of Humanity’ her big butt! “–either did so themselves or convinced my co-workers there was a threat to that ‘dark shape’.”

–not supposed to be permanent? What? The scientist cocked her head as well in confusion. “…you don’t sound so sure of that. And…well it probably would be a good idea to be somewhere safer, if you do change back to yourself. Especially with how cold it gets out here. You’d not want to catch cold, yeah? I mean… Do you have any clothes to change into?”

[jamesoniii]

“Yeah, I’ve heard of them, I think. I haven’t really been in town long, so I’m not really sure how all that works. This really isn’t usually a big deal anymore, just a few hours of running around like this, and it’s... Well. It’s over, normally.” He wasn’t sure quite what they did, but it always seemed to be in conjunction with something happening to, what, mutants?

“Well, it hasn’t been permanent. And it’s been...” An odd sound that would’ve been a cough if he hadn’t been in this shape. “It’s been a while since this started, so , you know, kind of know what to expect.” And yet, things weren’t going the way they should. A small shrug answered her question. “Usually I get back to my place before I turn back. Since I can’t really put my keys anywhere like this, and....You know. Can’t leave my door unlocked either.”

[fastestpersonalive]

“I’m…investigating you, actually,” she replied and was relieved her voice wasn’t a pathetic squeak and sounded halfway normal. “That guy was far more accurate than I gave him credit for - I’ll have to remember to give him a twenty if I see him again.”

Not a werewolf.

Werewolves weren’t real.

The guy was like her.

Or a mutant. And in that case, he needed help. A mutation like his was impossible to conceal…no wonder he was living in the park.

“Its a good thing I’m the one to find you. Several of the others probably would have shot first,” she admitted. “Don’t be afraid. I work for the police. I’m here to help you. You don’t have to stay here, there’s a shelter nearby that’s friendly to mutants. Its warm, there’s food, you don’t have to sleep on a bench or the ground….”

[jamesoniii]

Oh man, when you cocked your head like this, there was no helping looking like a dog, John. But he still did it, ears perking. “I didn’t know they sent people after dark shapes in the middle of the night.” But it wasn’t suspicion in his tone. It came closer to amusement for what little he really had to be amused about. This could have killed him, he supposed. He didn’t know what exactly could.

“I’m just... Listen, I’m really just here for the night. This isn’t... It’s not supposed to be permanent. I should be back to normal in a few hours.” He kept telling himself that, and yet it hadn’t happened the past two days, and it left a solid chill of terror low in his stomach at the idea that he was stuck like this. Not a mindless beast, certainly, but still a beast. Still not a man.

That height wilted, just a bit, suggesting he was less sure than his words suggested—he couldn’t even manage to sound completely sure about the subject. John glanced down at himself, that smile long gone, and he moved gingerly, stepping closer and not at all intending to be taken as a threat, now. If he just kept telling himself it’d go back to normal in the morning, surely it would. This would wear off, whatever happened.

[fastestpersonalive]

Holy shit—

Terror went down her spine as her head craned back - and boy was that weird, to be looking up at something - to regard the werewolf. Her breath was coming in sharp pants of fear and her muscles were tense but were locked. There were dark spots in her vision as she came close to hyperventilating; if she did, she would faint and be helpless. The scardey speedster was too scared to even run from the werewolf.

No.

Werewolves weren’t real. Right?

There were mutants who often had the characteristics of animals or looked demonic or angelic—

She was staring at a mutant. Or a victim of the particle accelerator explosion like her.

The mental reassurances, processed at speeds that would short out the processing centers many of the most advanced computers on the planet, caused the muscles to loosen, one by one.

Her hands lifted, held out wide to show she was harmless, to show she was unarmed. “I’m–I’m not here to hurt you.”

She was still ready to run though. Just in case he wasn’t friendly. And boy did he not look friendly.

[jamesoniii]

It wasn’t really the first time he’d seen someone too afraid to move. Hell, he’d been in that position more than once. But presently, John really didn’t have that problem. There really weren’t many things you needed to be afraid of when you were six and a half feet tall and could pretty much eat anything that looked at you the wrong way, even if that was frowned upon.

His lips twitched, up like they were, and it wasn’t really a comfortable thing to do, if your heart wasn’t in it. It was when her hands moved that John felt himself tense, if not to spring then certainly to do something else awfully destructive.

He didn’t answer, not right away, because he’d definitely spoken in this form, (how couldn’t you when you weren’t a completely mindless monster anymore?) but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d tried to actually speak to someone who was present.

His lips lowered, and instead quirked into some semblance of a smile, even if they still pulled back from his teeth a little. There was no friendly smiling to really be had with that mouth, he supposed. He felt pretty bad for that old big bad wolf, sometimes.

“I don’t think you’re—” he stopped himself, because pointing out that he posed a threat to her wasn’t really his intention. “What are you doing out here. Isn’t there some kind of, I don’t know, reason not to come into the woods in the middle of the night? It’s freezing out.” Like he could feel it. He’d felt it a couple nights ago, at least! Surely it hadn’t warmed up all that much.

[fastestpersonalive]

@jamesoniii liked your post “Starter Call”

There had been reports of a strange wild beast in the park. The LEOs weren’t having any luck and many were dismissing it as a new, upcoming urban legend.

Which was just what CSI Carrie Allen loved. Chasing the impossible and discovering the truth behind it. Logically the young scientist new it probably wasn’t a werewolf like the homeless man had claimed.

Maybe it was a coyote or feral dog.

What if it was a homeless mutant?

While Carrie knew of the local shelters willing to take in homeless mutants, they were sadly far and few between. And the mutant probably wouldn’t be willing to trust someone associated with the PD or STAR Labs either…

And after the particle accelerator explosion….that opened a whole new set of possibilities.

The sound of rustling had Carrie looking up from what at first glance had looked lie a large canine track in the mud. A momentary nervousness washed over her as she stood, turning towards the bushes. Perhaps she should have come as the Flash? If it was a mutant kid, perhaps they’d be more willing to trust the ‘mutant’ vigilante?

[jamesoniii]

If you keep running around in the dead of night, even if you think no one sees you, eventually someone will. And then someone else will, because now they know you’re there. And eventually, as John had seen, things had blown well out of proportion. At least if you asked him. The fact of the matter was, he didn’t really want to be the subject of some odd monster hunt. He even heard people talking about it during the days, seemed to be mentioned in some paper or another, a small snippet in the news, just enough to leave him on edge.

The moon beamed down onto him, the small swell of the pendant at his throat glinting even in the mess of trees around him. White fur all over, too tall, his limbs too powerful for their own good, John was actually a walking menace.

He’d hid himself away at the sound of someone approaching, and it felt like only a few seconds before she heard him, an errant brush against a particularly loud bush. He froze, his breath even silenced as he watched her in the darkness.

A few more seconds, just a few, because he had to step out from the brush, even if he’d let his lips lift into a small snarl, a warning. That should be enough. Who in their right mind wouldn’t be afraid, after all. Right? It had never posed a problem before, at least. So that was how he made his arguably first public appearance, all six-some feet of white fur and piercing eyes and looking like he was going to rip into something. Great idea, John. This was totally what you needed.

[jamesoniii]

"Yeah, I'm sure you've got a lot of feelings about the uh, about the Bugle. I get it, but uh. Wrong guy. I don't do the newspaper thing, I'm more of a stars and ships kinda guy."

[shulkiescans]

[yetanothercomicbook]

Snow Death!

Marvel Team-Up #37 - Man-Wolf, Frankenstein Monster. Really good fun from start to finish. Zips along, with lots happening. Loved it. 9/10

[johnbyrnedraws]

Amazing Spider-Man #190, page 23 by John Byrne & Jim Mooney. 1979.

[hummingboy-deactivated20140921]

[transmissionsgeekroom]

Man-Wolf is pissed about being cancelled.

Creatures on the Loose #37, September 1975 George Perez and David Kraft

[the-spinner-rack]

The Man-Wolf Is Out For Your Sting Blood! (by George Perez & Frank Giacoia from Marvel Premiere #45, 1978)

[intrapanel]

IMPOSSIBLE!

Nothing is impossible for Man-Wolf.

MARVEL PREMIERE #46

1979, Marvel Comics

David Kraft story, George Perez and Ricardo Villamonte art, C. Gafford colors, D. Albers letters

[lonnluv12]

The Man Wolf

[siscosfavoritecomics]

I found this comic while I was organizing some old issues. Marvel Premiere issue 45 featuring Man Wolf. It was written by David Kraft, drawn by George Perez, and inked by Frank Giacoia. This story apparently is a continuation of Creatures on the Loose issue 37 and is finished in Marvel Premiere issue 46.