Heat Vision! and other superpowers through photomanipulation!

Damn, those two are really cute. Would love to know who they are

Cosplayer in Pic with "nerdix" watermark is fiseacosplay on instagram. Only found out recently.

An edit of one half of nesumeru cosplay with her fantastic genderbend of Superman:

Doing some creative tweaking on the cast-iron fence with her bright eyes.  

(I'm sure the melting, sagging iron is the first thing you noticed.) 

Obviously a Velorian based on her wardrobe choices,



Shadar

**A quick little vignette to go with yet another picture that fits the topic of this thread.**

**Long Live the Empire**
by Shadar
November, 2020

Merle hid low behind the thick wall of the factory, struggling to charge the power cells on his Koryo blaster from the industrial power feed. His pursuer had already caught up to him three times, but he’d been able to blast his way free each time. 

A blaster like this could burn a hole through both sides of heavy military armor. It would leave a head-sized hole through an unprotected person’s torso. But this bitch chasing him wasn’t human. The only way he’d been able to slow her down was to blast her in the face. The blaze of nuclear heat should have taken her head off, but all that his earlier shots had done was to send her raven hair flying and turn her face cherry-red, her eyes glowing like two blue stars, dazzling her for a few minutes. 

He’d been tracking this Arion for weeks, but hadn’t been able to pin down her location well enough to call a Protector in. This superfem was likely Primal given that she’d outrun his Flitter. Not by flying, but by jumping a half kilometer per leap. That was before she’d torn his antigrav sled into little pieces with her bare hands, and his Flitter had been his only way off this damnable island. But given he was just a Clone, nobody was going to bother rescuing him. The NatHums used clones like himself for the really dirty work.

Expendable, the Naturals said.

He didn’t want to die any more than a NatHum. But cut-off and alone, his only defense was this blaster, and it just wasn’t enough. His only hope, and it wasn’t a good one, was to escape like a rat in a junk yard, crawling under enough debris to remain hidden until he could slip away unnoticed. Down a hole. Whatever. All of which was greatly complicated by her ability to see through things. 

His blaster was up to 50% charge when he heard a swish of air and a soft thud. He froze, not even breathing, knowing that she’d just leaped over the building to land barefoot in the debris-strewn manufacturing area next to him. He’d been told that Arions couldn’t see through lead, and this part of this old plant was coated with it. An ancient lead-acid battery factory had once been here. 

But then, she’d expect him to know that. About the lead and the way it blocked her vision. They were both highly-trained agents. Hers from extensive field experience, his from the DeepTeach tanks. He’d been trained to sniff out and report any Arions to the Enlightenment, who would send a Protector to deal with them. 

If he could believe his Intel, this superfem was the youngest daughter of the Empress herself, out here in the wilderness making a rep for herself. Third in line for the Throne, and all that jazz. Her job was to destabilize their government and industry sufficiently for her people to come in and take over without too much destruction. Slave worlds were much more useful than burned out cinders. 

The crashing sound of heavy equipment being overturned echoed through the old factory, fortunately on the far side. Merle prayed that the pile of discarded electric lift trucks that he was hiding under would shield him. Each one had to weigh many tons and were filled with old batteries and heavy motors.

The sound of crashing equipment came closer. His blood froze. If she was systematically turning everything over, like a hunter looking for rats, she’d eventually find him. He had only one way to slither out of his hiding place, but that was in the direction the crashing was coming from. He best hope was to stay hidden as he watched the agonizingly slow rise in the charge level of his blaster. 56% now. Enough for a couple of full-power shots. That would slow her down again, but nothing less than a nuke could stop her, and not even that for sure. She’d just keep coming and coming. Eventually his blaster was going to give up. Then he would die. 

Unless he crawled away. He slowed his breathing, low and slow, hoping she couldn’t hear his pounding heart. He cringed as she moved past his pile of junk lift trucks as she began to noisily dig through some other junk. Maybe she’d keep going. 

And then she went quiet. Had she left? He hadn’t heard the swish of her jump. 

Hope was slowly growing in his heart when suddenly the two old lift trucks piled on top of him rose into the air. He turned around in terror to see her holding one truck weightlessly in each hand, fingers dug deeply into the old steel as she smiled at him. 

“I gotcha!” she said in a sweet, feminine voice, sounding as if she was playing a game. “Stay where you are and I promise you a good death. You won’t feel a thing.”

Merle cursed all Arions and their concept of a “good death”. All he cared about was staying alive. He raised his blaster to take out her eyes, but before he could pull the trigger, she smacked the two lift trucks together in front of her. His blast tore a jagged hole through one of them, barely missing her left shoulder. He aimed a second shot at where he thought her eyes were behind the second truck, but didn’t wait to see if he’d hit her. 

He took off running, out the door and across the roadway and into the sandy dunes beyond, feet flying as his adrenaline surged. He was a fawn being chased by a hungry lioness, his only hope concealment.

Thanks to his enhancement in the cloning tanks, he was running far faster than any NatHum could ever do. He had this one chance — disappearing before she could see again, burying himself in the sand, breathing through one of the hollow reeds he’d grabbed along the way. 

He’d nearly made it when she crashed heavily into his back, knocking him face-first into the sand. He spun around to bring his blaster to bear,  but she snatched it away in a blur and crushed it in her powerful grip, its power cell going into screaming overload. She quickly tossed it into the sea where it exploded like a bomb. 

Straddling him now as he lay on his back, her thighs were two steel beams that threatened to crush his pelvis. He was trapped! This was it! The End! 

Like all Primes, she had a hundred times his strength, and he was a lot stronger than any NatHum. Likely she’d slowly crush his pelvis and internal organs the way Arion women are infamous for. Maybe even during sex, presuming her pheromones could overcome his fear enough to force him to get it up. Either way, she’d leave him for the crabs to finish off. A very bad death. Arions hated Clones even more than NatHums.

“You are damn good,” she said, smiling as if she was enjoying herself. “No Clone has escaped me that many times. Shame things have to come to an end here. You could be fun if I had more time to play.”

“Just get it fucking over with!” he spit at her. “I don’t need an elegy from your kind.”

“I’m open to bargain, you know. Tell me something useful about your organization and fellow agents, or the location of the Velorians, and I’ll let you live. Not here, but somewhere.”

“As an Arion slave? I’d rather die.”

“You sure about that? No second chances.”

“Death to the Empire!” he screamed at her as he raised his fist in defiance.

She sighed. “Well, for what its worth, you were a loyal adversary. I enjoyed the chase.” 

She leaned forward to stare down into his eyes, and her crystalline blue irises glowed red and then pink and finally white hot. The two lethal beams lanced out at light speed to burn into his eye sockets — and right through his enhanced Clone skull to blast a molten hole into the sand beneath him. When she finally blinked her eyes back to normal, his entire head was smoking, brain cooked enough to prevent anyone from scanning for his last memories. The two glowing holes where his eyes had been revealing molten sand behind his head. 

She left his body to cool as she rose to walk back toward the factory, finding a huge steel plate the size of a large truck. She carried it over her head as she returned to the body, where she used it to scoop up a dozen tons of sand which she dumped over him, then another load, and finally a third, burying him deeply between two dunes. Grabbing a corner of the steel plate, she threw it like a monstrous Frisbee, sending it flying a kilometer out to sea where it skipped across the waves before sinking. Nobody would pull her fingerprints from the steel out there. 

Turning back as she brushed the sand from herself, she strolled toward the seedy workman’s Pub she’d seen a few blocks down the road. A gallon of Bourbon would be about right to celebrate, and maybe some time out back with whatever men who wandered in. Her pheromones surrounded her like a pink cloud now. Cheap Bourbon and drunken sex never got old. 

She smiled as she thought of Maggie, knowing how much she’d enjoy hearing about her day. Maggie was her lover — a NatHum who’d crossed over to the Empire. She wasn’t sure what she’d like hearing about the most — catching and killing the skillful Clone agent, or the cheap sex behind the bar. 

Maggie was in love with everything Arion, and she worshipped her as a dark goddess, glorifying in her power and youth, caressing her steel muscles with her kisses, exalting in her unhurtability, supporting her mission to make her home planet an Arion world. 

And listening to war stories while making love — well, nothing turned Maggie on more. 

Long Live the Empress!



Cosplayer: www.deviantart.com/zyunkamukhina/gallery/all

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Quick amateaur edit

Cosplayer: Milena Dereka

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 Irena Jackson (AKA Russianpg)

Cosplayer is stacycosplays

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I like this one of SuperMary. It's from a series of frames that may just lend itself to a short story I'm thinking about...

She was now SOLAR FLARE! She had been bombarded by the continuous Solar Radiation in an explosion from our powerful sun. Mary now felt so much stronger than before! She could literally do anything she wished for now. Heat vision, Superbreath, amazing feats of powerful strength and flight, all awarded to her by the flare explosions of our glorious sun. Truth be told, she never thought she would survive the burning solar impact... "This was it" she thought. "The end of a good life..."
Unbeknownst to her at the time, the solar energy had impacted Mary with invulnerability that would never be matched. From that day onward, Solar Flare was born.

 

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I like this one of SuperMary. It's from a series of frames that may just lend itself to a short story I'm thinking about...

SOLAR FLARE! She had been bombarded by the continuous Solar Radiation from our powerful sun. Mary now felt so much stronger than before! She could literally do anything she wished for now. Heat vision, Superbreath, amazing feats of powerful strength and flight, all awarded to her by the flare explosions of our glorious sun. Truth be told, she never thought she would survive the burning solar impact... "This was it" she thought. "The end of a good life..."
Unbeknownst to her at the time, the solar energy had impacted Mary with invulnerability that would never be matched. From that day onward, Solar Flare was born.

 

I remember that set.  Even though it was a store-bought one piece, simple by SuperMaryFace cosplay of the time, there was just something about her Supergirl/gender-swapped Clark Kent.  I like the Solare Flare take on it too.

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The Top Girl? She Absolutely Rocks!
(E.T.A. She can melt Rocks as well with a double blast of her Power Heat vision.)
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This is one of the vintage pictures that got me excited about the AU!

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Revenge is a dish best served as cold as my extraction of your useless heart...
 

I said I wanted HOT coffee!!
 

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No jacket is enough to hide that Annabeth's charged up from a recent vision to the sun. For contrast, how about chillin' out this window pane.
 

AUphoric wrote:

I said I wanted HOT coffee!!
 


Monica Rambeau?
 

Agent00Soul wrote:

Monica Rambeau?

The model's name isn't given. The photographer is Vladimir Yelizarov, on Unsplash.