Unlike some bloggers, I've never written slash fanfic. I've joked about it, yes. I've even poked fun at slashers in arguments. But I never considered myself a slasher, or even a likely candidate for slasherhood. I knew of a clear line. A line that separates the slashers from the people just poking a little fun.
And that line was... Captain Marvel!
Yes, innocent, sweet, young Catain Marvel was my limit. There was nothing sexual to be found, even inadvertantly, in this character. Ever. I simply refused to see it.
Until today, when I saw what the Fortress Keeper had to offer us today. Two pictures. Now, much as I love analyzing art, my eyes are drawn first to the text boxes on a page. The firstpage features the text:
"I bring it down hard." (I instantly begin giggling like a twelve year old girl.)
"I can do that now. I can summon the lightning and make it tangible." (This is what passes for serious prose in certain circles.)
"I can make them feel it."
"And I wanted these guys to feel it..."
I expected clarity when I saw the next page, but alas, it featured the text:
"...To Feel the Power of the Gods!."
And this pose:
I feel I've crossed a line. A line into something dark and strange.
I fear my life may never be the same.