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In honor of Bonnie and Lola and THE GIRL WHO WOULD BE KING we continue our 30 Days of Superheroines!
The Ladies of Nextwave! aka Monica Rambeau, Elsa Bloodstone, and Boom Boom!
By Emilio Lopez
Art by Kenneth Rocafort, colors by Sari Sariola
By Daniel Campos
Tags: Bonnie Braverman, comics!, Lola LeFever, The Girl Who Would Be King
In honor of Bonnie and Lola and THE GIRL WHO WOULD BE KING we continue our 30 Days of Superheroines!
Jubilee!
(sorry for the lateness folks…day got away from me!)
By Max Wittert
By Ross Campbell
Tags: Bonnie Braverman, comics!, Lola LeFever, The Girl Who Would Be King
It’s Tuesday…you know what that means…NEW chapters for THE GIRL WHO WOULD BE KING.
You can download the new chapters here: The Girl Who Would Be King Chapters 13 & 14
Or just read below.
If you want the entire story thus far, head over to THE GIRL WHO WOULD BE KING page and download or read directly from the site.
Turning a corner deep in thought I don’t notice anything until I see a shadow fall across my path and I almost smack right into her.
Sharon.
Apparently she hasn’t forgotten what I’d done to her and has been paying attention to when I would be released. She looks rough. Like the months since she left the home have been hard on her. I notice her hand that I crushed is still damaged. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that an orphan’s hand wasn’t properly repaired. My guilt doubles. Triples. She hides the hand underneath crossed arms when she sees me looking at it. I look up into her face and open my mouth to say I’m sorry but I can see it will mean nothing to her and turn away, determined not to get into another physical altercation with her.
“Not so fast!” she almost screams as she reaches out with her left hand and grabs the strap of my duffel bag, pulling me backward. I probably could have dodged her grab, but my guilt is keeping me pretty contained; I don’t want to hurt her again, I’ve obviously done enough to her. Ironically when I had crushed her hand I’d done it because I thought maybe it would keep her from hurting other people. From the look and feel of her now that has backfired horribly. As she pulls me toward her by my duffel strap she wraps her right arm around my neck, so that her face is right next to my ear. I am tense and ready to move, but letting her call the shots. Of course if I’d known she was going to stab me I probably would have been a little more proactive.
Tags: Bonnie Braverman, Lola LeFever, The Girl Who Would Be King
It’s Thursday…you know what that means…NEW chapters for THE GIRL WHO WOULD BE KING.
You can download the new chapters here: The Girl Who Would Be King Chapters 9 – 12
Or just read below.
If you want the entire story thus far, head over to THE GIRL WHO WOULD BE KING page and download or read directly from the site.
I grow tall. I’m six feet when I pack my single duffel bag and walk to the front desk to sign out on the morning of my eighteenth birthday. It’s Peg who hands me the pen to sign myself out. She’s worked here since I was about nine and as I sign the papers she says “Goodbye Bonnie” in the funny way that people who know that you won’t or can’t answer back always say things.
“Goodbye Peg,” I say simply, handing the pen back to her politely. Her mouth drops open like a fish.
Tags: Bonnie Braverman, Lola LeFever
It’s Tuesday…you know what that means…NEW chapters for THE GIRL WHO WOULD BE KING.
You can download the new Chapters here: TGWWBK Chapters 9 & 10
Or just read below.
If you want the entire story thus far, head over to THE GIRL WHO WOULD BE KING page and download or read directly from the site.
Sharon is becoming a legitimate problem for me.
Until recently she’s been a thorn in just about everyone’s side, but she’s provided an interesting opportunity for me to do good. Returning thrown necklaces and other bits of stolen property, stopping fights before they begin, stupid little stuff. Little stuff that makes people happy and lets me see my mother in my dreams. The dreams, even if they are filled with confusion and violence and strange warnings that I don’t understand, are still time with my mother. Until Sharon I’ve been used to people somehow intrinsically understanding to leave me alone, like animals in the wild that know to only hunt the weak or injured. I think I give off something that keeps most people away from me. Like potential adoptive parents. It never mattered much to me because I was always waiting for Jasper to come and get me. Of course when I was twelve, he was eighteen and he didn’t come for me, so I gave up quickly on the fantasy. I really had tricked myself at first into believing he would come, but when he didn’t, I unpacked my bag again and went back to my regular life. It was foolish to think he would come, considering I blamed myself for the car accident; it was likely he blamed me for it too. But I guess I had hoped that he would come anyway.
When Rachael shows up at dinner with a broken wrist I know that Sharon has drawn an invisible line in the sand, and it’s up to me to step up to it. I begin tailing Rachael everywhere she goes, becoming her self-appointed guardian. I see her injury and chide myself for sitting idly by for too long; it’s time to stand up, if not for myself, then for someone else.
Tags: Bonnie Braverman, Lola LeFever, The Girl Who Would Be King
In honor of Bonnie and Lola and THE GIRL WHO WOULD BE KING we continue our 30 Days of Superheroines!
And another lady that I loved (read: was obsessed with) as a young girl watching awesome cartoons – SCARLETT!
By Mashi
In honor of Bonnie and Lola and THE GIRL WHO WOULD BE KING we continue our 30 Days of Superheroines!
Our first DC Woman is up and she’s one of my absolute favorites. It’s no surprise I suppose that I found a TON of great stuff for her:
BIG BARDA!
By Ming Doyle
By Phil Noto
Man! If anyone can make that silly bikin armor work, it’s Phil Noto! via Phil Noto
Hey, kids! It’s Thursday, that means another installment of THE GIRL WHO WOULD BE KING.
You can download The Girl Who Would Be King Chapters 7 & 8.
You can download The Girl Who Would Be King Chapters 1 – 8.
Or if you want to read on the blog you can read 7 & 8 below, or hit THE GIRL WHO WOULD BE KING tab at the top of the page to read the entire piece on the blog.
And you’ve all checked out the Kickstarter – RIGHT?! 
I hit the ground and go into a crouch, my hands and feet sinking slightly into the soft ground. The feeling of being alive doesn’t leave me. In fact, as the mud seeps into my shoes and through my fingers I feel somehow deeply connected to not just the earth, but to everything. The world feels big and I feel a part of it in some important unspoken way. I stay there for a long while, just feeling.
When I finally move again I put everything back to how it was and sneak back in the kitchen door and lock it up. Upstairs I take off all my clothes, careful to put both my mother’s bracelet and Jenny’s locket on the sink edge, and rinse the clothes and my shoes in the sink, so that they are only wet and not dirty. I wash my busted up hands, wincing as the water runs into the tears where the bricks cut into my knuckles. I clean off my body and then both my bracelet and Jenny’s locket. Looking inside of Jenny’s locket I see what was more important to her than anything. The locket has two pictures that are by some miracle barely damaged. They look like they could be her parents. I think of all the things I would do if only I could have a picture of my parents and Jasper.
I look up and catch a glimpse of myself in the dark mirror. I’m always shocked by how much I look like my mother – the same long arms and legs, broad shoulders, red hair, pale skin, and smattering of freckles. My eyes are dark blue like hers but my mouth is a little wider and if I grow any taller I think I’ll be taller too. I guess if I can’t have a picture it’s nice to carry her around on my face. I just wish there was some of my father in there too.
When I go back into the sleeping room I put my clothes under the bed, hoping they’ll dry a little before morning, and the last thing I do before I crawl into bed is place Jenny’s locket in her sleeping hand, cupped perfectly, as if waiting for it. I think I won’t be able to sleep with all the excitement of the night and worry about having to hide my damaged hands from the staff, but my body takes over and I’m asleep almost instantly.
I dream of my mother.
I should stress, that except for yesterday’s Buffy (and of course launching this series of posts with Bonnie and Lola) these ladies are not in any particular order. I made a list of characters I love and then went hunting for some of the best art I could find (sometimes it was easier than others…sometimes I ended up with WAY too much cool shit). You know who has more fan art (and pro art!) out there than EVER?
BLACK WIDOW!
Here we go!
Black Widow by Applepie-Monster
By Applepie-Monster via Applepie Monster Tumblr.
By Meredith McClaren
I don’t know if you guys are familiar with Meredith McClaren’s “itties” but they are just about the greatest damn things ever. I have a whole bunch. And she did a series of Bonnie and Lola for the Kickstarter, which is extra awesome. You can find McClaren at Iniquitous Fish.
Tags: Bonnie Braverman, comics!, Lola LeFever
Sorry for the lateness on this one kids, but as you know, the Kickstarter blew the hell up today with awesomeness (we fully funded in under 30 hours!) and are now cruising wonderfully past that. And there are still locked artists rewards to reveal and everything. It’s just awesome.
And a huge thanks to so many of you that donated, supported, and spread the word. You guys are almost as badass as Lola 😉
So, I thought a lot about which amazing and inspirational superheroine should start this off, and after much thought I went with Buffy (of Buffy The Vampire Slayer ‘natch)…she was of course MY biggest superheroine influence and is in large part responsible for Bonnie, Lola, and The Girl Who Would Be King in general.
So, thanks Buffy (and Joss!)…here’s to you!
Buffy by Phil Noto
Tags: 30 days of superheroines, Bonnie Braverman, buffy the vampire slayer, DC Women Kicking Ass, Lola LeFever
