Conor ⊗🔺さんのイラストまとめ

...to the efforts leading lady Kimberly Price forces herself through for the sake of continued relevance–she's no further options but to exploit herself.

It quite the literalization of this theme, Longshot's recall of a forgotten memory sees him fighting for his life, losing...

...of the ferocious band's leader.

Longshot's purity–and maybe even the faith Hester has in him–helps the man accomplish his mission, saving the baby from Gog and the sorceress Spiral.

The joy of success leaves Hester almost euphoric, declaring her love for the world and its...

...true identity, but before Longshot can learn more, the creature disappears.

Eliot's paranoid is probably not the foundation anyone might want their identity built on top of, but their meeting introduces Longshot to the newspaper where he learns of the "petty crime" of a...

...which is worse, remembering the identity you've lost, or not being sure you even had one to begin with?

As Longshot heads to meet Eliot in his reinforced bunker, he runs into an arguably adorable Gremline-esque creature whose thoughts imply greater knowledge of Longshot's...

...the doors of the Ladie's Leather Goods shop, where the non-response he receives from a mannequin nearly sets the man off.

The shops owner offers him the mannequin's trench coat to wear–itself a sign of the subversive gender play and androgyny built into the character–where...

The mutant metaphor has always been about our communities’ pain. But for the first time, it’s about the defiant dream of our joy and hope and freedom.

And the promise–even if it takes more years of fighting and striving and resistance–it’ll be ours to behold.

I try to be respectful of others’ opinions on here–lord knows y’all put up with enough of mine–but I’m not sure I’ll ever understand the calls to see it all burned down.

Mystique deserves justice. I believe she will get it.
But mutants deserve this paradise.

This is the importance of these stories. This is the promise I need to take away from Krakoa.

“If you have the ears to hear... they are shouting from every corner of the Earth. No one’s hiding anything here. There’s no shame. No hidden agendas or manipulation... just pride.”

For the first time in a long time, I feel hope for mutantkind–and with that, for the identities the metaphor touches.

Krakoa isn’t flawless, but it is joyous. The promise of something better.

Maybe that’s foolish–but I’m still going to try to feel it in every moment that I can. https://t.co/Lp67QwFp59

...breaking through his influence a final time, leaving Farouk fleeing into the astral realm.

The reality of his continued lurking existence and the *very real* fear that he'll come to possess her again are almost too much for her to bear.

But back among the New Mutants...