novastar-writes

[novastar-writes]

what if super strength wasnt the only thing the serum gave john? what if it also brought out a latent mutation in his dna and he grew wings. in my world they look like this <- link to my awesome winged john art.

he never tells anyone other than lemar. doesnt get a chance to, anyway. johns still reeling from the changes the serum brought upon him, emotions high and also a massive ball of stress and an (un)healthy amount of ptsd. so all of that makes for a pretty awful cocktail when lemar is killed. thus, the crash out. he starts working for valentina.

im undecided on how "magic" they would be, it would be pretty neat if he could hide them as a tattoo - and make more sense to write, because otherwise thats a pretty hard secret to keep, or if he just keeps the wings bound and hidden as much as he can under his shirt, never changing in front of anyone. and really, who would see? hes alone. he patches himself up in shitty motel bathrooms, looks at himself grimly in the mirror, wings behind him. olivia divorces him shortly after he kills the flag smasher.

he teaches himself to fly in the middle of nowhere. (he knows he would be fine if he fell, and he doesnt care if he gets hurt, or worse. his first jump, he hesitates until the last second, watching the ground rush up in a sort of trance, thinking about whether it would even be high enough to kill him. no one would even miss him. valentina would know he was gone, but she wouldnt care. but then he thinks about his kid and he spreads his wings anyways).

once he joins the thunderbolts, he does get better at controlling his actions and starts to bond with the team, but he still keeps that part of himself hidden. it never comes up in bob's shame rooms, thankfully. (altho! at the top of the elevator shaft, we do all agree that he thought about jumping. here, he wouldnt fly to save himself. he likely wouldnt die, anyway. being a super soldier and all.)

because i am a whore for winteragent, i am thinking about it when i write this. im thinking. hmm. maybe bucky & john start to talk, get to know each other. bucky starts seeing john for who he is, past his mistakes and his anger issues, and john starts warming up to him, moving past the events of tfatws & the bitterness he surely felt after.

but bucky can still tell that john is hiding something. if i go the magic tattoo route, hes weirdly fishy about the tattoo. he never lets anyone see it for longer than strictly necessary, even going out of his way to avoid having to show it at all. he always jumps if someone touches his back, and one could chalk it up to soldier trauma, but all of it together just seems a bit off.

if i dont go that route, then bucky finds it odd that john feels the need to hide and change alone, always. they all have scars, theres nothing to be ashamed of. they tease john about it and he banters back, but he never explains. he never lets anyone touch him, usually being the one who initiates the touch, and never hugs anyone. one could chalk it up to touch aversion or trauma as well though, and nobody ever really presses hard about it.

and then one day theyre fighting, doing thunderbolt-y things, and bucky falls off a very high place- a roof collapses or hes thrown out a high window. john sees, and leaps to save him, despite everyone elses shouts. he tunnel visions to just him, and bucky, racing toward the ground, and summons his wings out for the first time in a very long time. the last thing bucky sees is john catching him, doing his best to slow their fall and pull them out of danger before wrapping him in his wings as they hit the ground. (unfortunately, john can only fly himself. super soldier or not, theres only so much he can do. its nearly impossible to take anything heavy with him.)

anyway. when bucky comes to, he immediately tries to find john. john does try to escape the conversation and talk around the elephant in the room, but they end up talking anyway. they ream each other out for almost dying. bucky then asks to see them, asks john why he never told anyone and he just shrugs. he does pull them out - theyre a wreck. he cant preen himself very well on the best of days, but after theyve been shredded on concrete and glass, theyre in awful shape. of course, bucky helps him. and then i dont know, they kiss. i dunno guys i just think wings r neat. lots of juicy angst potential

i do not think i would write this ever because i am not a great writer, but if anyone else wants to they can go ahead!!!! i would love to see this as a fic. i am definitely likely to make art about this concept, but it is fair game! tag me and let me know, i would love to see it of course!!

[novastar-writes]

Hi friends, is there anyone here who would like to beta read some of my upcoming oneshots? They’re mostly Thunderbolts focused, with a few Superman (2025) ones in there as well. I can credit you however you’d like! If you’re interesting, either comment or send me a dm!!

[novastar-writes]

John probably had a very hard time adjusting to life after taking the super soldier serum, especially with how bad his mental health was. I can’t imagine it was good for his marriage.

He dissociates during dinner and only comes back once he’s snapped his fork in half to see Olivia watching with concern.

Him and Olivia are arguing and he’s suddenly broken the door frame he was holding onto, and she’s looking at him like she’s scared of him.

He has a panic attack and he’s holding on to Olivia’s hand when he suddenly hears her cry out and he hates himself for it. A trip to the emergency room reveals a couple broken bones.

One of the staff recognises him and pulls her aside to ask if she’s being abused. John hears this due to his enhanced senses. He hates himself even more, especially when Olivia insists she isn’t and is still given resources to help her.

Those same senses probably make it hard to function, at least initially. Getting to sleep as a traumatised war vet isn’t easy, but it’s only made harder when you can hear every little sound made anywhere near you.

The enhanced metabolism is also a pain. Trying to provide for someone who is now eating multiple times as much as a normal person is probably extremely difficult. Maybe John loses a lot of weight in those first few months because he simply isn’t used to having to eat that much.

​I just want to know more about day to day life as a super soldier tbh

[novastar-writes]

[novastar-writes]

[novastar-writes]

10 Non-Lethal Injuries to Add Pain to Your Writing

New Part: 10 Lethal Injury Ideas

If you need a simple way to make your characters feel pain, here are some ideas: 

1. Sprained Ankle

A common injury that can severely limit mobility. This is useful because your characters will have to experience a mild struggle and adapt their plans to their new lack of mobiliy. Perfect to add tension to a chase scene.

2. Rib Contusion

A painful bruise on the ribs can make breathing difficult, helping you sneak in those ragged wheezes during a fight scene. Could also be used for something sport-related! It's impactful enough to leave a lingering pain but not enough to hinder their overall movement.

3. Concussions

This common brain injury can lead to confusion, dizziness, and mood swings, affecting a character’s judgment heavily. It can also cause mild amnesia.

I enjoy using concussions when you need another character to subtly take over the fight/scene, it's an easy way to switch POVs. You could also use it if you need a 'cute' recovery moment with A and B.

4. Fractured Finger

A broken finger can complicate tasks that require fine motor skills. This would be perfect for characters like artists, writers, etc. Or, a fighter who brushes it off as nothing till they try to throw a punch and are hit with pain.

5. Road Rash

Road rash is an abrasion caused by friction. Aka scraping skin. The raw, painful sting resulting from a fall can be a quick but effective way to add pain to your writing. Tip: it's great if you need a mild injury for a child.

6. Shoulder Dislocation

This injury can be excruciating and often leads to an inability to use one arm, forcing characters to confront their limitations while adding urgency to their situation. Good for torture scenes.

7. Deep Laceration

A deep laceration is a cut that requires stitches. As someone who got stitches as a kid, they really aren't that bad! A 2-3 inch wound (in length) provides just enough pain and blood to add that dramatic flair to your writing while not severely deterring your character.

This is also a great wound to look back on since it often scars. Note: the deeper and wider the cut the worse your character's condition. Don't give them a 5 inch deep gash and call that mild.

8. Burns

Whether from fire, chemicals, or hot surfaces, burns can cause intense suffering and lingering trauma. Like the previous injury, the lasting physical and emotional trauma of a burn is a great wound for characters to look back on.

If you want to explore writing burns, read here.

9. Pulled Muscle

This can create ongoing pain and restrict movement, offering a window to force your character to lean on another. Note: I personally use muscle related injuries when I want to focus more on the pain and sprains to focus on a lack of mobility.

10. Tendonitis

Inflammation of a tendon can cause chronic pain and limit a character's ability to perform tasks they usually take for granted. When exploring tendonitis make sure you research well as this can easily turn into a more severe injury.

This is a quick, brief list of ideas to provide writers inspiration. Since it is a shorter blog, I have not covered the injuries in detail. This is inspiration, not a thorough guide. Happy writing! :)

Looking For More Writing Tips And Tricks? 

Check out the rest of Quillology with Haya; a blog dedicated to writing and publishing tips for authors!

Instagram Tiktok

[novastar-writes]

on watching a parent age

i saw somebody say “what if you’re gone and i haven’t become anything yet” and basically that broke me on a random thursday evening

[novastar-writes]

guard dogs

platonic thunderbolts x reader

summary: despite not bringing any combat to the team, you never have to worry about defending yourself.

warnings: none really! mentions of guns, family dynamic, the team would kill for you, overprotective brother dynamic, kind of fake dating trope but its funny, jokes about polygamy, a slight new girl reference

it was funny when you really thought about it.

because you felt like you really didn’t bring much to the team.

strategizing, planning, organizing.

sometimes breaking up fights between bucky and john.

often breaking up fights between john and alexei.

but you didn’t really fight that well.

if it ever came down to it, you couldn’t beat a single member of the team in a fight–

except for when bob lets you win, or maybe if you were to start tickling walker.

you weren’t good at fighting, but you would be able to defend yourself if it was truly necessary.

you weren’t intimidating and half the time you were so quiet and in your own head that you tended to look even smaller.

and yet, men still crossed the street as you approached; sometimes running away if they had given you a too long or too suggestive glance.

this was because you were never actually alone.

if you wanted to go out at night, you would have one or two super soldiers right behind you, guarding you like a damn doberman.

you never asked— you had never once actually asked anyone to go with you.

but it had started with an incident.

it was nothing, really.

a man had put his hands on you.

ava screamed insults that you hadn’t even heard and gave him an impressive bloody nose with a swift punch that definitely cracked it.

yelena then knocked him out.

you were fine, despite the adrenaline of being grabbed and pushed against a wall.

you had tried ignoring him, knowing if the situation escalated he would be the only one getting hurt.

the man had laughed at first, when three women all raised their voice. you had shoved him first, but yelena had already snapped. his head hit the brick wall and yelena just kept walking.

bucky and john were ready to fight.

arming themselves with the nearest weapons, loading pistols, pulling a metal arm out of the dishwasher.

alexei had downed a protein drink, crushing the bottle with his fist, letting out a half slurred ‘battle cry’.

bob was hovering, eyes glowing a golden hue that gave you chills.

normally so quiet and laid back, bob’s jaw was tense, as he was the first one to the elevator.

“guys!”

you had been rather amused at the sight of the guys jumping to their feet and ready to go to war that ava’s voice had startled you.

“we obviously took care of him.”

the men froze, pissed expressions slowly fading.

“you fought him?”

“without me?”

“is he dead?” your head snapped to bob, wide eyed and slightly concerned.

he just shrugged innocently, golden irises once again blue.

“and if it happens again?” bucky had just reset his metal arm for nothing.

“then we kill him.” you gaped at alexei, “no—! well maybe, but guys!” your eyes shifted between them, narrowing as they got to bucky.

“james.” his eyes met yours with slight guilt and the faintest smug smirk, “is that an assault rifle?”

his lip twitched and he returned it to it’s spot— inside the coffee table.

“okay, we’ll find a new place for that later.”

bucky shrugged, “i like to keep it with me.”

you just eyed him.

bob coughed slightly at the thick silence that had filled the room.

ava, yelena and alexei had been called on some public eye event that valentina only wanted the “stable, polite, popular, important ones” for.

that left you, bucky, john and bob to fend for yourselves for breakfast.

you usually cooked for everyone but between the headache and the minimal sleep you had gotten from alexei’s mandatory movie marathon, cooking breakfast for three super soldiers was the last thing you wanted to do.

“i’m going to get coffee— probably that place a few blocks down. does anyone want anything?”

newspaper folded, a book closed and a phone was dropped.

“i’ll come too.”

“i could go for a muffin.”

“coffee sounds great.”

you sighed, turning to look at the boys slowly.

“you’re all coming?”

“is that okay?”

“four orders for food and coffee, eight hands.”

you raised an eyebrow just slightly, wanting to say more but knowing better than to argue. you just sighed again, turning towards the door and reaching for your wallet.

you felt rather nervous with how close they were walking to you, and when you paused to cross the street, bob ran right into the back of you. he mumbled an apology and took a slight step away from you. you started to worry that perhaps you may never have another human interaction at all. a few people would look at you and then quickly duck their heads and walk faster when they were met with one or three glares. “okay, boys—“ you sighed again, turning to face them with an incredulous expression. bucky more less was in complete winter soldier mode, john looked slightly constipated and half asleep, while bob was just happy to be involved, despite being the most deadly of the three of them. “just— relax… please. and don’t walk so close…”

you felt like you could breathe a bit more with bob slightly in front of you and bucky and john a few feet behind you. it had at least felt less suffocating, but when two guys approached you, you held your breath. you had just opened your mouth to politely turn them down, when they were back at your side. bob was first, smiling politely, arms crossed. they eyed him with slightly amused expressions, clearly not being threatened in the least. your expression shifted to him nervously. “this your boyfriend?” you tilted your head slightly. they seemed like the type to not care either way. “yes. yep…” bob awkwardly put his arm around you, staring them down with that same friendly but intense expression. “him? he doesn’t look like—“ bucky and john had caught up, both standing behind you with tight smiles. “is there a problem?”

“now, who are you two?” they were smart enough to look a little more intimidated now.

if only they knew about bob…

“boyfriend.” they said it at the same time and you winced. the guys narrowed their eyes, looking between each other, “both of you? you’re all three her boyfriends?” bucky’s jaw tensed just slightly, undoubtedly planning to have a talk about pre-discussing cover stories when they got back. bob shifted slightly, eyeing bucky and walker, “that’s— yes…”

good lord.

“all three of us.” bucky had a very convincing smile, despite looking a few inches away from strangling one of them. their eyes shifted to you now, who stepped back slightly, now wedged between bucky and john, still awkwardly holding bob’s hand. “you have three boyfriends? really?” you nodded, fighting to not to crack a smile, “yes. they’re all my— mhm…” bob was doing nearly as well as you at fighting back his smile, cheeks slowly starting to redden. they looked back up to bucky, then to john, then to bob, eyes narrow, slightly horrified, like they were unfortunately trying to picture it. “you got a problem?” bucky narrowed his eyes again, really wondering why they were still here. “she’s just not satisfied with one man.” john spoke up, coughing just slightly but managing to keep a straight face. bob chimed in too, now thoroughly amused and managing to keep a straight face, “that’s right, it takes three… and i was added last, by the way.” bucky nearly snorted, “that’s true, he was first.” bucky pointed at john, who was red faced and stuttering out protests to that.

you finally let out a laugh when the two guys started walking away quite quickly.

they had either believed the story, been too terrified of the three six foot something men, or decided you were clinically insane with unstable friends that they wanted no part of.

either way, you weren’t the one to be messed with…

and at least if they insisted on you leaving the house with guard dogs, you knew you would never be bored.

…………………….

a/n: this is just something silly i came up with because i wanted something more lighthearted and short that included my favorite found family. i also wanted to post something and everything im working on is hella long or hella deep🫶🏻

[novastar-writes]

It's incredible the amount of plot holes in Danny Phantom that are easily fixed if only the plot were a little darker.

Like Tucker's fear of hospitals and doctors from Doctor's Disorders, for example.

To be precise, the fact that Danny had apparently no idea that Tucker goes downright catatonic whenever he passes in front of the nurse's office as a result of his fear of anything medical related but Sam did. Especially since Danny and Tucker have known each other for as long as they've known Sam, if not longer.

If the plot were a little bit darker/more mature and didn't shy away from heavy topics like human mortality or that Danny actually died in the accident and came back to (half) life, this would all have a very simple explanation.

Danny didn't know about Tucker's fear of hospitals because it's a recent thing, while Sam does because she was there when it happened.

In other words, if you ask me, Tucker could have developed his fear after Danny's accident. After spending who knows how long inside a hospital waiting for news of his best friend's recovery, with each passing second spent there being a constant reminder of the possibility that Danny might not make it. Thus, his fear would be a result of anything medical reminding him of those agonising times and of the fear he felt at the idea of losing his best friend forever. And Sam would know about it but not Danny because she was right there by Tucker's side as they both waited while Danny was being treated and remained unaware of the world going on around him.

And just like that, you fix a plot hole, and add layers to the story, the characters and their interpersonal dynamics in one fell swoop.

Thank you for coming to my TED-Talk.

[novastar-writes]

Voidwalkerweek is returning

Voidwalker fans of tumblr!

Voidwalkerweek is coming back next month!

October 19th to October 25th.

Find more details here.

[novastar-writes]

David Corenswet in Superman

[novastar-writes]

he or perhaps his brother would do numbers on here

[novastar-writes]

do you guys see the vision

[novastar-writes]

heaven is a place on earth with you

Bob invites John over to play video games and John panics.

Word Count: 1k

Author's Note: This series is 110% vibes-based and not at all in chronological order. This is still pre-relationship but like closer to a confession than the last one lol. They're getting there, they're both just dense. Title from 'Video Games' by Trixie Mattel, the superior version of the song

divider by @saradika-graphics !

The apartment isn’t in the best shape, but the rusted elevator still works when John steps inside. He’s immensely grateful—even though the air conditioner is on its last legs, it’s a far cry from the blistering heat outside. Just the walk from his car to the door had left his shirt sticking to his back with sweat. He peels the collar off and fans himself with it, shifting the little plastic case he’s carrying from one hand to the other. When the door slides open, he steps into the second floor hallway. The carpet is clearly from the 70s, some geometric floral print that was once a vibrant eyesore and is now faded to dark reds and muddy browns. He studies it until his boots meet the door. Second to last on the right, number 213. 

Before he can turn and run, he knocks and holds his breath, half-expecting it to stay closed. After all, this plan was made when they were still riding the adrenaline high from the last rodeo and that was two days ago. Plenty of time for reconsideration. It might not have even been a genuine offer in the first place; the thought makes John’s stomach turn.

The door opens and saves him from that spiral, launching him directly into another instead. 

Bob is standing on the other side, smile soft and eyes softer. He’s wearing sweats, which immediately makes John feel overdressed in his jeans. He’s also clearly just gotten out of a shower. His hair hangs in loose black curls, dripping water onto his collarbone; the drops trace the curve of skin and disappear into the collar of his t-shirt. John halts that train of thought right there, wiping suddenly sweaty palms on his own shirt. 

“Hey, come in,” Bob says. His smile turns sheepish as he opens the door wider. “Sorry for the mess. I would tell you it’s usually not like this, but that would be a lie.”

The doorway opens into a tiny living room that’s still painted the standard off-white. Most of the space is occupied by the worn leather couch (with a pile of clothes and towels strewn across it) and the tv (resting on a tv stand crammed full of dvds). The floor space is littered with a few odds and ends—shoes along one wall, a couple of half-empty water bottles, and Bob’s riding gear carefully stacked in the corner. The overhead light is off, but the sun outside the kitchen windows is bright enough to make up for it. Crossing the threshold into the space feels like stepping into something new and familiar at once, and a spark skitters down his spine.

John realizes he’s been quiet for a moment too long when Bob raises one eyebrow and rushes to fill the silence. “It’s alright, mine doesn’t look any better.” It’s a half-lie—his room would be a wreck if he wasn’t still sharing with Caleb, who is a compulsive tidier. 

Bob nods. He motions towards the tv. “I charged the remotes, but the batteries are old and shitty so they might die.” He closes the door and flops down in front of the device. The way he moves is graceful in the warm, loose-limbed way he has. John follows, sitting carefully next to him. 

He feels a little, well…silly is the only word that comes to mind. This whole situation is so childish. They are two grown adults who made a play date at Bob’s house. They’re playing a video game for God’s sake. Something about it strikes John as ridiculous, and it helps to loosen his tense shoulders the tiniest bit. Bob doesn’t seem to think it’s weird or a big deal, so he won’t either. 

He watches Bob fiddle with the remotes and then the cables on the Wii before he remembers what’s in his hand. 

“Oh, here,” he says as casually as he can and hands over the case. Bob does a double-take when he sees it and grabs it with much enthusiasm.

“You actually brought it?” Bob can’t contain his excitement. He traces the letters on the front of the case: Super Mario Galaxy. The bright cartoony cover smiles up at him. His eyes rival the beams of light crawling along the ceiling.

John shrugs like it’s nothing. It’s not nothing. He feels like a star has just formed inside his ribcage. He suppresses the urge to reach out and smooth a thumb over the prominent smile lines at the corners of Bob’s eyes. “My brother already beat it like five times and didn’t mind me borrowing it.” Another lie. He’d spent the last two days sweet-talking Caleb into letting him borrow the game, which was his brother’s favorite. In the end, John had sacrificed a week’s worth of chores on the farm, a free ride anywhere at any time (no questions asked), and twenty dollars, along with a promise that the game would be returned in perfect condition with the original save file still intact. It was a steep price if you ask him, but the second Bob turns the full force of his sunshine smile on him, John knows he would do it ten times over. The brown of his eyes stops John’s heart and he has to remind himself to breathe.

“Thank you, you have no idea how much I love this game!” Bob wastes no time in opening the case and popping the disk into the Wii. The console whirs to life and he hands one controller to a still recovering John, blithely unaware of the malfunction that’s happening next to him. “Tell your brother he’s my favorite.”

John recovers enough to respond. “Favorite? I’m the one who brought the game.” He smiles to show he’s only teasing as the opening notes spill into the otherwise quiet space.

Bob fires back, “Sure, but he’s the one who loaned it.” It’s easy and kind, not sharp like some of the conversations he is used to. 

He chuckles and adjusts the remote in his hands, trying to remember which buttons do what. “Alright, asshole. You’d better bring it with words that big.” He watches as Bob selects an empty file slot to start playing.

“Of course I’m ready. Hope you’re ready to be destroyed Walker.” Bob nudges his shoulder, a mischievous smirk revealing a hint of white teeth. John thinks it's a good look and grins back, wolfish.

“You’re on, Bobby.”

@reigncarnated

[novastar-writes]

[novastar-writes]

people who let me wake up to this get a special place in heaven. firefly_fox how does it feel to hold my life in ur hands....

[novastar-writes]

I've already run out of Jimmy Olsen content guys, I fear someone needs to create more or else I'll have to take the task upon myself