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asherashedwings · 1 year ago

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FNF CONNECTED UNIVERSE LINE UP Part 1: The Boyfriends

Chat. I spent 34 hours in this canvas. I am so tired.

Anyways, when I began working on Connected Universe AU, I already knew I'd be making line ups. Cuz I love making line ups and I also love suffering.

Close-ups and lots of yapping under the cut

THIS IS ABOUT TO BE A LOT OF READING IM SO SORRY-

Alternate Universe Boyfriends

So all these guys, unlike the other BFs present on this line up, are actually BF but from different universes. They're the same dude.

I thought it'd be neat to display the fact that they're from different universes by drawing them all in different art styles. It was also a fun exercise to test my art style range.

So starting from the left, we got Base Game BF. The main universe one. He's drawn in my usual art style. Not much special about him. Boyfriend.XML my beloved. I will note here though that I did take some of the elements form my own BF design and threw them onto the AU BFs. So that's why they all have some sort of jacket/hoodie etc.

Then we got Yourself. I reverted to old tactics and used my sketch for his line art, which results in him having thicker line art in general. I also further distinguished him by giving him harsh black shading. He always has that. He already had it on his face, so I just gave it to the rest of his body too. Cuz silly. You. You could even say. Silly Billy- 💥💥💥

Then we have Funkadelix. Him and a few other BFs make use of the Blackburn brush for their line art, cuz idk I like that brush. I referenced the Mutant Mayhem style when making him, since in the Connected Universe, he's in the same universe as those turtles. His colors are mostly yoinked from the actual Funkadelix sprite. I think. I may have tweaked them a bit/eyeballed them idk. I prolly eyeballed them.

Then we got Monday Dusk Monolith (MDM). I really went with the mentality of "NO ROUND SHAPES" with this fucker. Just wanted him to look super sharp and scratchy, since that AU is literally dealing with an apocalypse. So sharp shapes just made sense in my brain.

I had a lot of issues settling on a style for Mix, so I just chose to take inspiration from the FNF loading screens, cuz it just fit in my brain, idk. His design also features present in my Pico design, like the stupid cleat shoes and stray hair lines. Yknow, since he's literally a mix of BF and Pico. He also uses Blackburn

Finally, HD. I decided to try and go for a semi realistic style for him, proportion wise at least. Cuz. Yknow. HD. He also uses the blackburn brush, but I also pulled an old tactic for him and made his sketch visible over his coloring. Cuz idk, I think it lends towards the vibe.

"Side" BFs

Okay, now we're REALLY getting into AU territory.

So from here on out, all the BFs are separate people from THE BF, and have their own names and shit.

So staring off, we got Blake. I was reading through his wiki trivia and saw them say his style was more "radical and funky" than base BF's. I saw the word funky and ran with it dawg. So that explains this clothes. I also tried my darndest to get rid of a lot of the BFs caps, cuz dude, I can't have that many fuckers having cubic backwards caps. So I gave Blake a pair of star shaped sunglasses cuz funky, chat, FUNKY. We decided that his stage name is Love Bird, and he chose that cuz that's a pet name his GF has for him, and if he had a band it'd be called The Birds of Paradise.

Then we got .XML. I immediately knew I wanted to give him a mullet. Look at this man and tell me he wouldn't have a mullet. Besides that, not much changed. Since he kept the name of .XML, I imagine he is actually related to BF in some way, and he just goes by his last name. They might be cousins or brothers or something idk. There's also more dumbass info on him here:

Then there's River, or G-Sides BF. I took a lot of inspiration from his teaser designs, cuz they were silly. Literally named his river after the dumbass river design on his sweater. I don't got much info on him besides that. I can't talk about River without including this image so here:

The New Yorkers

This group is literally named after the fact that they all live in NY in my AU. Technically, the Minus BFs should also be here, but they're their own group.

Starting with Bartholomew, or B3, I just took the shape of his glasses and ran with it. Chat I needed to get that shape language from somewhere. I actually drew him twice, since the first time around I really was not digging how I drew him. He's fine now tho. His ass only got brim, cuz he had to be different somehow. Other than that. not much changed for him.

Now Evan.. Evan gave me so many issues. Like, dawg I drew him three times. I kept on trying to make the orange in his upcoming design WORK but I just COULDNT chat i COULDNT

So, per @braveboiart 's request, I ended up getting rid of it entirely and replacing it with his blues and grays. They also gave me the advice of brightening the colors a bit, which was very easy for me to do, I love bright ass colors. I also touched up his design shape wise, since that was also lacking the first time around. So boom, zippers on the pants and baggy ass sleeves. I'm content with how he came out. Chat I did all his design touch ups while I was exhausted out of my mind. Sometimes you gotta be delirious with sleep deprivation in order to cook, kids, trust me (please do not be like me-)

Benjamin was pretty simple. Kept him soft, kept him round, kept him pastel. Got rid of the caution sign on his hoodie since .XML already had that, and just replaced it with paint splatters. Not much more to say.

With X's design, I got a lot of help from my good good friend @minxtheeenby , mainly when figuring out his hair style. Those braids are not actually his hair, and are fuckass cords that connect to his headphones and can move independently. Don't ask about the logic, I will not be thinking about it. He was born in Philly cuz of his fuckass white eyes. White eyes means Philly, I don't make the rules here.

Minus BFs

The colorful critters, these guys are.

So. Beta. I had actually drawn him before this point, and he didn't change much from then

He has arrow shaped top surgery scars cuz I love giving constantly shirtless characters top scars and I just. HAD TO once I had the idea to make them arrow shaped. Main things to change since that drawing are some details on his pants and some of his colors; notedly the fact that his hat is a darker color compared to his skin to further distinguish it. Also Brave kept trying to get me to make parts of his design the same color as his nipples. So that happened /lh

Chat. I let my furry show with Blue. BUT CHAT HEAR ME OUT. On the wiki it's stated that he's a "Dog??". You think I could look at that and not go all the way? So yeah. Dog. He's silly and he got his weird ear ring things from his sister (Minus Miku).

Not much to say on Mean, he barely changed. I just drew him in my style and added a few details. He might also be an alien, idk.

Now, I posted about Golden a bit, but for those who didn't see that insanity: I made him an Alien Hominid. Cuz small yellow alien=Alien Hominid in my brain. Flawless logic. (Don't worry chat, I sat down and extensively researched the AH series to the best of my ability to check if it made sense. And I didn't see anything that would make it not make sense?) But yeah, silly. Him and Otis might be buddies, cuz goofy.

Who Fuckin Knows

These guys are just all the guys I had nowhere else to put. Miscellaneous group.

So first we have Bonnie, or Saturday Night Swappin' BF. He's another one that I had to go back and touch up. I actually touched him up the same night/morning as Evan. He ended up turning purple. The name we assigned him was an omen /j Chat I swear he was originally blue, I don't know what happened

HC that he just got really into FNaF when he was younger and has just been cosplaying a humanized Bonnie the Bunny ever since /hj

BIDU GAVE ME SO MANY ISSUES AND IDK WHY. It's prolly cuz by the time I got to him I was getting SUPER burnt. But I prospered and was able to finish him. And I don't hate how he came out, so bonus points there. Main change was replacing the prohibition sign on his shirt with a lightning bolt, cuz no one but BF is allowed to have that symbol, and Bidu already had lightning bolt imagery, so eh why not. His eyebrows being green, at least in my style, implies his hair is naturally green, and he just added the blue and pink, and I find that slightly humorous, idk.

Keith (StarCatcher) was another one I had to go back and touch up, but that's due to the fact that I was informed that him and his GF got a redesign before the creator deleted their FNF stuff. So I had to go back and fix my design according to that. I also leaned into the scape suit direction cuz SHAPE.

Now, you might be wondering, why is Flippin BF here and not with the other alternates? He was grouped with him in a previous post? Well, that's because after more assessment, I decided that Friday Night Flippin' is in fact, in the same universe as Base FNF and not an alternate universe like I had previously decided. So I changed his design a bit (mainly just getting rid of his hat and changing the color of his shoes) and boom. Different guy. He is staying pixel art tho. I do still need to come up with a different name for him tho.

Now this next one, Heath, is not from a currently existing mod, but from an FNF AU my friend Minx is making.

I decided to include him cuz he's silly and I love him. Their AU is canon to the Connected Universe.

Okay, so Cam (Hellbeats BF) changed A LOT. I let my furry slip out again. BUT I HAVE ANOTHER REASON FOR IT. See, in this connected universe, it's not just Newgrounds stuff that is canon. I also made other fandoms I'm in canon. So that means the Hellaverse is canon (specifically my rewritten version of it), and Hellbeats has to fit in with that. So I had to assign the characters species from that universe as well. So I made Cam a cherub, cuz I wanted him to stay short as fuck. He's also a raccoon cuz he's a lil shit and I thought it'd fit If ur curious, this is what everyone else is:

Okay I'm done yapping now. Gonna be doing the GFs next.

#CHAT IM SO SORRY THIS POST IS SO LONG #My insanity strikes again #ashedwings post #ashedwings art #fnf #friday night funkin #friday night funkin’#fnf boyfriend #fnf bf #bf fnf #boyfriend friday night funkin #fnf au #fnf mod #fnf mods #fnf headcanons #Ashedwings ramble #long post #ashedwings design

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zqombi · 1 year ago

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ORAL FIXATION ☆ FT MIGUEL O'HARA.

★. masterlist ᡣ𐭩

☆. headcannons for miguel ! coming soon…

★. currently listening to… ON DAT BXTCH - LUMI ATHENA

☆. this fic contains… intentional lowercase. everyone is 18+ ! miguel o’hara x reader. fem bodied reader. blackcoded but anyone can read it. chubby!reader. spiderwoman!reader. reader wears a pink spider suit. miguel calls you spiderbarbie as a insult because of your suit. miguel o’hara. miguel has a nose piercing. also has salt/pepper brown hair because he be stressin’. miguel speaks spanish. masterbation (fem.) kissing. pet names. hair pulling. throat fucking. heavy dirty talk. not proofread so mistakes are def present .

★. summary… you’ve always had a persistent oral fixation. since you were small you always had your mouth on something, but miguel wants to help fix that nasty habit once and for all. (I’m terrible at descriptions.)

☆. word count aprox… 2k.

★. notes… hi! I’m kinda back into the writing scene? I originally posted this on a03 but decided to also move it here for some reason, just with a couple of tweaks. Hopefully during the summer I can write more and produce some more fics/head cannons or whatever. Main goal rn is to clean out my drafts to declutter. Until then, see ya later ! <3

one of the many, many strange things about miguel o’hara was his attention to detail. his keen observation and good memory grants him the ability to notice even the smallest, minute changes. doesn’t matter if something is slightly moved from its original spot or if old paint starts to lose its tint, it never escapes his vigilant, hawk-like eyes, not even you. to him, your sucker seemed like an inseparable part of you, which he was absolutely right about. ever since you were little you’ve always had a knack for putting things in your mouth—chewing pen caps, biting water bottle tops. your bad habit offered a bit of comfort, especially during anxiety inducing moments. gum became a temporary solution, always at hand to help your needs, but over time gum became boring so you moved on to the next big thing: candy. a sweet, textured solution of various sizes that seemed to be helpful. though, out of the millions and millions of options, only suckers stuck: a pink lemonade flavor. the taste left a soft tingle in your mouth which you couldn’t get enough of. you weren’t exactly new to the world of suckers but this one you really liked a lot. like a lot, a lot. the first time you let the ball of sugar rest on your tongue you bought almost $133 worth of suckers off amazon and almost finished them in the same week. between battling villains to regular day job hours, you always had one in your mouth. the feeling of something so heavy and so sweet resting on your tongue just felt so good.

your obsession soon extended to the spider society, stashing suckers in your spidey belt or around the base. there was even a time miguel found some taped under his control pad, which he was obviously not happy about. when you arrived at headquarters your mask was pulled over your nose to expose your mouth at work. signature lollipop hidden between your soft, glossed lips. the candy’s hue stained them a charming baby pink, a shade that complimented you cutely. as you traversed the corridors you greeted a couple of members you happened to pass by—some familiar faces. others new arrivals. flashing them with your gorgeous smile and a wave you continued your way towards the meeting room, you knew gwen, peter b, jessica, patrick, and of course miguel were all gonna be discussing something important. the moment you enter you catch miguel’s gaze immediately. a viscous glare that shows his impatience clearly. "well look who finally decided to show! oh don’t mind us, spiderbarbie," he says, voice oozing with mockery, "we were just y’know, waiting here for you so you can grace us with your presence!" a mean smile sits crookedly on his handsome face. afterwards he formally greets you with a venom laced "you’re late." before rubbing his temples with the pads of his fingers. still standing in the doorway you mock his expression. “i’m not late, you’re just early.” your remark causes some of your coworkers to snicker.

of course, miguel doesn’t like your snarky tone. with a scoff of irritation he rolls his scarlet eyes with a disapproving smack escaping, a sound that’s unique to him. “if you’re just gonna show up late, why do you even—you know what? whatever. it doesn’t matter just get in your seat.” he just bears his vampire-like teeth in hope of being more authoritative but it never works, especially not with you. you move away from the closing doors to your assigned spot at the meeting table. miguel says nothing, his towering presence does all the talking for him. tough, broad shoulders squared in a stance that radiated his disappointment, strong arms crossed firmly over his chest, fingers gripping the fabric of his suit as if channeling his discontent into a physical grip. as the others dived into details of the mission, you found yourself becoming more and more bored with the conversation. It wasn’t long before your focus turned to something else, something more fun. subconsciously, your hand reached for your sucker, the vibrant swirl of sweetness was your favorite diversion. the plump rim of your mouth wrapped sensuously around the candy again.

as minutes stretched into an eternity of plans and contingencies, miguel's authoritative voice droned on. anomalies here, some dimension rifts there with the occasional bickering with lyla about the shared info. you, however, were busy letting your mind wonder, sucking and savoring that not so subtle, lemonade escape. miguel catches the shift in your attention. slowly but surely frustration began to etch its way across his features once again. it was that stupid, rose colored candy twirling in your mouth. while lyla was keeping the others engaged miguel crumpled a old sticky note behind his back and with a swift, precise motion, he balled up a piece of paper in his hand tightly. the tension between you two momentarily thickened as he aimed and then, without a second thought, he flicked his wrist, sending the paper flying across the room. the paper sailed through the air, landing with a soft thud on the side of your thigh. your eyes followed the trajectory back to its source, meeting miguel's intense gaze, his eyes speaking volumes as they bore into yours, he quietly formed the words “pay attention.” but instead of complying, you stuck your middle finger up at him before casually shifting your attention to the projections, a sly smile spreads on your lips. soon the sucker became more like a prop. a deliberate instrument of play. you trace the outline of your lips in a teasing manner, your slow, deliberate movements contrasting with the urgency of the discussions.

throughout the whole meeting miguel tried his best to focus on the conversation but of course he found himself entranced by the dance of candy and saliva. his eyes couldn't help but follow the slick trail the drool left in its wake, tracing its glistening path over your luscious lips. It was an act that blurred the line between innocent indulgence and tantalizing seduction. you shoot a side glance at him, loving the way his nose scrunched up at you and that gorgeous vein on his forehead getting more and more taut. miguel clenches his jaw, trying to maintain his composure in the face of your teasing. as you finally withdrew the sucker from your mouth, his hand instinctively rose to rub his forehead, a feeble attempt to hide the blush creeping up his cheeks. the telltale signs of his embarrassment were evident in the deepening hue of his ears, glowing a dark shade of red. as the meeting pressed on, miguel's patience wore thin. clearing his throat, he shifted his gaze away momentarily to the rest of the group. lyla gives one more rundown on the situation at hand before miguel creates pairs to help with the investigation. peter and gwen had been paired off to place more anomaly trackers. jessica was tasked with helping close up rifts between universes. however, when she suggested a partnership with you, miguel's voice cut through like a whip-crack. "i got her." he asserted, his tone firm, leaving no room for negotiation. "patrick can go with you. barbie—" his gaze shifted to you, “you’re with me.” with the decision settled, a swirling portal manifested, miguel took the lead, beckoning you to follow. you were in a futuristic city, similar to miguel’s but this one felt more ghostly. it was quiet, tranquil. rain lashed down in sheets, the droplets hitting the ground with a force that sent up sprays of water. soft lightning forked across the dark, brooding sky, illuminating the scene in stark, brief flashes. the only thing that protected you from the onslaught of water was a rust torn metal sheet hanging about you attached to a brick wall, a dry halo surrounds you that ends at the tip of the roof. the moment the portal closed behind you the proximity changed the tone between you two. miguel turned to you, his eyes no longer weighed down by sternness, but instead ablaze with a different intensity. eyes fixed on the sucker, now sticking to the side of your mouth, he speaks up.

"I see you have a bad habit," he taunts. "and I need to fix it."

miguel tucks some of his silver colored strands behind his ear and wrinkles his pierced nose. “you’re so fucking annoying,” he growls, “you and that stupid sucker.” that's when miguel takes his time, eyeing you as he torturously drags his clawed hand against his stomach, the holographic layer slowly rippling apart. the disturbed film revealed parts of his muscular thighs and already semi hard cock, bulging and twitching. he was huge, veins strewn about like vines, if dick analysis was a club somewhere you would be the ceo of it. using a wave of his hand, miguel was able to remove his hologram suit completely, “i don't like you. you never listened to me, did whatever you wanted…” your legs clenched tighter together where you sat, “but I liked it. still do.” you softly moan to yourself when his hard cock hits his stomach. you needed to lick him up real soon, it’s almost inhuman the way he looks down at you. “keep looking at me like that, amor,” he huffs, “keep those pretty eyes on me.” he guides your face a bit closer to him. you place your hands on the cold, concrete floor for a bit of stability, still sitting on balls of your feet . miguel grabs the base of his cock and rubs the tip on your lips. spreading a mixture of precum and drool across them. “ngh—just fucking—” miguel stretches his arms out as a force of habit, holding each side of your head so he can work his pretty cock in nice and easy. “don’t move your head, please, just stay here,” you can see his earlier irritation start to crumble, turning him into a desperate mess. you keep eye contact with him, placing a couple of kisses on the head before wrapping your lips around the tip with a smile. he was fixing to say something (probably something that helped him fake some control) until you take him further down your mouth.

his thighs twitch as he lightly moves his hips, trying so hard to meet your lips, and when you let him a gasp flees from his agape mouth as you gag and suck. releasing him with a wet pop and maintaining eye contact you ask, “so you like me?” you watch him look around for a couple of seconds before he closes his eyes with a sigh and whispers a soft “yes, yes I like you.” you could barely hear him over the rain but his confession made butterflies dance around in your tummy. with a devilish smirk you slick your puffy lips along the sides of his cock, darting your tongue out and moaning deeply. you remove both hands off the ground to wrap one around the base and the other on his balls. you place on your lips to start sucking on the tip as you work both hands simultaneously. saliva building, bubbles forming the quicker you bob your head and stroke his dick. you heard him huff out soft whispers of ‘si si si, buena chica’ before you switch gears. you release his cock with a loud pop before going lower. the hand that was once massaging his balls was used to support you. you nudge his balls with your tongue before sucking one of them into your mouth, keeping your rhythm stroking mostly the tip, a low growl escapes his pretty lips. “no pares por favor no pares! dios mío, te amo.” from the way he’s howling you know that's his most sensitive area, his breathing is frantic, a waterfall of drool drips down his jaw and some droplets land on you nose.

you spread your fingers languidly, sticky with his precum and your spit, you can feel the blood pulsing in his cock, rotating your hand and sucking the heavy sack as the whimpers that vibrate in your throat travel to him. “dios mío, lo estás haciendo muy bien, amor,” he babbles, “sigue así, sí, sí, sí just like that.” miguel’s eyes are scrolling back. if the universe didn’t know any better you could say that he was possessed. the sound he makes is so needy that it makes your clit throb even harder, you slip a finger inside your spider suit, going lower and lower until you reach the elastic of your laced panties, slipping inside. Using some of your arousal you rub tiny, tight circles on your clit to help the ache go down and your legs begin to shake. you have to clutch onto miguel’s thigh so you don’t lose your sense of reality.

when it becomes too much and your clit gets super sensitive, you know you’re close, ending the fun too soon, and so you stop. You let him go, you take a step back to lock at your work. miguel was a mess, hair wildly laying on his head, face decorated with drool and sweat, his eyes are all on you. you could have sworn you saw some hearts beating in his irises. “what- why’d you stop?” you give him your most innocent look. “wanna play with you some more,” you whisper. you go to wipe your jaw with your forearm but he stops you, a firm grip on your wrist. “don't fuckin’ tease me, mocosa or i swear-” but before he could finish you giggle, purposely pissing him off further. the vein on his forehead goes taut again. “f-fuck!” he curses angrily, groaning with pain and pleasure stirring inside. his dick jumping for attention. you pout, voice oozing with mockery, “you want it?” reclaiming your position previously with your hand wrapped around his cock again, tightly gripping the base, miguel’s jaw clenches, sharp nails balling into fists as he tears into the wall behind him. “please, fuck just please- please let me have it. I need it. I need you, fuck, just-” he rambles, pratically growling. without another word you decide to ease the teasing and suck him off as you rub your clit again. you moan out with each rotation, alternating from circular motions to flicking motions. you’re trembling again. your breathing is sporadic, heart is pounding in your chest, you’re close. “f-fuck, { ur name }. g’na cum. voy a correrme en tu maldita garganta, fuck!” he grips the wall even tighter, the bricks slowly turning to powder from the sheer force. he could feel the hitching in your breath, “ joder si, cum with me, cum with me yeah? please cum with me.” and you do. your orgasm almost knocks the wind out of you, and the cherry on top was when miguel released a deep, guttural moan as he came down your throat. after you fully come, you remove your slick webbed fingers from the front of your panties, wiping them on your thigh, before you slide down to your knees. miguel, tired and slumped against the wall, reached out, his hands gentle as he cupped your cheeks. his touch was gentle, caring. "lo hiciste muy bien, amor" he murmured, voice soft, his words a caress against your ears. "you did so, so well for me, moscota." miguel, who’s usually stern and serious, found himself softening in your presence, a strange yet relaxing thing to witness. a small, appreciative smile tugged at the corners of your lips. his exhaustion momentarily forgotten, he leaned down, his lips first brushing against your nose in a sweet, lingering kiss before finding their way to your pretty mouth. It was a soft, tender moment."¿Quieres agarrar algunas empanadas?" he asked, his voice warm and inviting, suggesting a moment of shared comfort in a simple meal. When your head cocked adorably to the side he rephrased his sentence, “wanna get food? know this good spot back home.” before you could respond, jess interrupted, her heavy sigh drawing both of your attention "you forgot to turn off the voice receiver," she said, her tone a mix of annoyance and amusement.

how in the hell were you gonna explain what just happened?

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cosmicmordecai · 1 year ago

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Im not understanding the nonsense surrounding Yord and i actually went out of my way to not look at anything related to Acolyte until it came out.

SPOILERS under the cut

i’m

“ Im distrustful of the dude that flagarantly uses the Force to get their way.”

First off, he probably did that to scare them without any real intent. He follow protocol & is an over-achiever. And second, people love jumping on black characters for supposedly flagrantly using powers.

But stay dead silent when Qui-Gon was quick to use the same ability casually to get his way & laud him as THE Jedi™️. I don’t hear people bad mouthing Cal Kestis’s casual usage of mind trick towards both animals & others to the point even he lampshades Cere may not particularly like how he uses it. Gameplay implies he can even kill people with the mind trick if tapped into the dark side.

Hell, Sol flagarantly used the same power for a similar purpose of getting through bullshit when the violent prisoners made up some shit about Oshra & he’s being hailed as “the Qui-Gon” of the show.

“He’s quick to use his lightsaber”

Dude uses his lightsaber as a flashlight just like Cal Kestis or he fears a purported Jedi Killer enough to be quick to use his lightsaber or is not above using it against a potential jedi killer & suddenly it’s bad because “hIgH rEpUbLiC jEdI uSe iT aS a lAsT rEsOrT”

This is not Avatar & the Jedi Order is not the Air Nation. They’re not pacifist and Mae, a ASSASSIN, killed a JEDI MASTER known for her abilities in combat. God forbid in a fictional setting, black characters defending themselves is bad.

Honestly, this is a non-point especially when this same franchise & fandom gives lot of focus & credit to characters who are quick to use their lightsabers (Anakin, CW!Ahsoka, Survivor!Cal, Rebels!Ezra) to the point mentor characters remind them how to solve problems without one (Cere, Kanan, Tera Sinube) but they’re the “RIGHT Jedi”.

“Something something ACAB Jedi”

Against, pitting this idea primarily with the actions of a BLACK CHARACTER in TWO episodes who is helping solving a JEDI KILLER related case sounds both tone deaf & nonsensical.

“Something something flaws Jedi prequels parallel”

This is the last point because it’ll sum up the intent of the post: let characters be CHARACTERS for goodness sake.

Star Wars fandom is so used to unconventional Jedi being protagonists & being in the “morally correct” (even when they’re tweaking & capping) that people who follow basic rules are bad even though they don’t actually do anything significant to warrant bad faith.

Not to mention Yord is a 2 year old knight. How the fuck can he represent the prequel Jedi when he’s not even in a position of leadership to spearhead whatever flawed mindset you think the Prequel Jedi had?

Final thoughts

Me personally, Star Wars fandom is capping again with some of these characters & it shows. And it needs to be said & pointed out every time. These characterization & ideas get to the point people behind the scenes feed into this but don’t even consider the implications of it. It’s not riveting storytelling of “George Lucas’s true intentions”.

#yord fandar #the acolyte #star wars #jedi order

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a-personiftranslator · 3 months ago

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for legal reasons i do not want this to happen this is satire

HAPPY IDES OF MARCH EVERYBODY

i just yank a guy’s old otj and tweak it a little when i don’t have time to make a proper design. this was thomas nast’s columbia except not white

the thing shes wearing on her head is a ‘cap of freedom’ or a pileus. freed slaves wore them. thats a pileus on this coin brutus issued to commemorate the assassination

why does everything always come back to coins

this was really rushed and the more im looking at it the more im like oh shit her skin is NOT saturated enough she looks ASHEN……. though i have a history of using desaturated skin to represent illness (see: every picture ive drawn of andolont ever) so lets just call it that

i am learning how to render curly hair

that is the family guy death pose because i think combining classical imagery and meme culture is really funny

it’s not even the ides of march in my timezone yet but it is for somebody

#OTJ #art #tw donald trump #countryspirits #nation-statespirits #ides of march #contemporary old otj

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its-in-the-woods · 1 year ago

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Chapter three - Life's Too Short

Chapter one , two <- if you missed it.

Cooper howard/The Ghoul x Lucy Maclean

Post end of season 1

No beta.. I tried to edit 🫠

Ninety five percent written just tweaking

⚠️ Warning ⚠️

There will be canonically typical violence and eventually smut

This chapter has vague suggestions of NC bodily harm. As well as minor description of irradiated male anatomy.

+18 only - MDN

Slow burn sorta kinda

Please be nice this my first fic in almost a decade 🫣

Will eventually post on AO3 once I can get access... or where suggested 🤷🏻‍♂️

The Ghoul laid out on the bed, he had kept his pants and shirt on. His stomach was full, boots off, gloves off, hat resting on the bedside table. His guns and bandoleer within easy reach. The bed was as old as he probably was but beat the ground any day. It wasn’t often he let himself enjoy a bed. They were costly and the ground was the same everywhere.

Tracy hadn't pressed too much more on why they were after the Knight, Mister Piggy himself. He made sure to leave extra caps for the gesture. He hadn't seen her in over thirty years. The time hadn't been kind to her. A not so subtle reminder of how everyone he knew died. Lucy had been fiddling with her pipboy, looking for something he wasn't sure what. The little filly had impressed him when those assholes had drawn. No hesitation. Bang bang dead. Thought she still was always looking to do things more diplomatically. But she was learning. That venom in her would serve her well out here.

He glanced over at her. She had stripped out of most of her clothes as soon as they had gotten to the room and locked and barricaded the door. The shower had running water. Cold water but it would do. She had insisted they cleaned their clothes at the bare minimum. He had just shrugged and let her do what she wanted. Which also included patching several holes in their clothes. He didn’t let on that he was a better seamstress than she was.

But now she sat there in nothing but a stained white tank top and matching underwear. All creamy skin and black hair. Tracy has been kind enough to give the girl some soap and hair oils to use. He noticed that Lucy had lost some of the curves she had had initially, not that he really mind either way. He licked his lips wondering what she would taste like. Being noseless meant he had less sense of taste but it was still there. He bet she'd taste sweet as honey and soft as old world dinner rolls. So soft.

Lucy turned around and not for the first time caught him staring at her.

"I didn't know your name, which is pretty awful of me. Can I call you Coop?" Her big eyes stared up at him from under the fringe, a small spark twinkling in her eyes. She didn't flinch anymore when he would hold her gaze. Would just stare right back at him.

Something twitched in his stomach, something he needed to ignore. Though at this point it was going to get pretty hard to ignore. Pun intended.

" ‘Uppose you could. Cooper." He muscled out his voice raspy, the damn girl was slipping in and he needed to put some distance. "Don't really matter to me what you call me"

Lucy looked away, worrying at her lip. Her soft lips. That would taste like sunshine and whipped cream. Yep, that was enough of that bullshit. He pushed himself up. Distance, distance was really needed.

"Gonna have a shower" He growled, grabbing a thin towel and his gun before walking to the bathroom. Trying unsuccessfully to ignore the ache in his guts. “If anyone tries to get in, shoot them.”

He slammed the door to the bathroom a little harder than he meant to, it bounced once off the door frame before shutting. Locking it he turned the shower on. He unbuttoned his shirt, dropping it to the floor. He grabbed at his belt and popped it open. His cock twitched as he undid his pants. Stifling a groan he pushed his pants down and let it plop out, his hands running over it. It was the same color as the rest of him, scarred too. Though he tried not to think about why, every scar had a story, most of them were ones he didn’t want to remember. His hand stroked it a couple of times out of reflex, as he closed his eyes. The feeling in his new finger, her finger, sent little jolts down his back. Flashes of her looking up at him made him growl.

He’d hate himself more later, maybe the cold water would make him hate himself less. Being Ghoul meant he didn't feel the cold or heat as much. Didn't feel a lot of things as much. But the throbbing heat between his legs sure made itself known. Life was too long to not enjoy himself a little.

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Lucy blinked a few times as the door to the bathroom banged. Once again feeling slightly confused at his reactions. She didn't care if he looked at her. They had spent this much time together looking really wasn’t hurting anyone. It wasn't like she didn't look at him. Curiosity was normal and healthy. At least she thought it was. Like when the Ghoul, Cooper, had taken off his leather duster and rolled up his sleeve. His arms were red, sinew muscle, carved with old scars and battle wounds. Ever since they had first met she'd wanted to know what his skin felt like. Was it warm? Did it hurt? Was his whole body like? Had he lost his sexual organs too? How would that work? Part of her really wanted to know the answer to the last question.

Lucy shook her head at the thought, resigning herself to not knowing, it wasn't like the Ghoul was all touchy-feely. Instead, she went back to her pipboy hoping for a radio station. Nothing. She groaned and laid herself on the thread-barren mattress. At least it was soft and it was warm here. She may actually get some decent sleep, even if the place looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in two hundred years.

A groan escaped through the door, Lucy sat up for a moment wondering if the Ghoul was hurt. Did something happen that she had missed? Instinctively she got up and grabbed the gun beside her. Another muffled sound came out. She walked to the door double checking that the small barricade they'd made was still in place. It was. Maybe something had crawled out of the walls? Anything was possible really. Her hand went to the doorknob and then stopped. Her eyes went wide.

He wasn't groaning. Nope. She'd heard something similar before, the night her not-so-husband had had sex with her. The way her cousins would make sounds when she grinded against them in dark closets. Lucy's face felt flushed and she walked quickly away from the door. Better to give him privacy. Apparently, even Ghoul's have needs. Maybe that meant he did have penis. Was it the same color and texture as everything else? The thoughts flitted through her mind. She'd always been curious about how anything and everything worked. Maybe she would ask him? No. No, that was not a good idea. Cooper barely tolerated most questions, but intimate ones would be off the table.

The shower shut off and Lucy decided to put herself in bed under the covers. Maybe he’d feel more comfortable if she was covered. She pulled the blanket up over her chest tucking it under her armpits. Grabbing a magazine she'd snagged from the dining hall.

Ghoul walked in in just pants. Lucy's heartbeat shot up, blood running to her face. He was red and textured all over the same as his face. Accept more. Layers and layers of scar tissue melted over him. In some places it looked as if someone had sliced chunks out of him. She swallowed and looked up to see those bright gold eyes staring back at her.

"Like whatcha see, Sugar?" His voice drawled out as he stared back at her.

"Sorry, I just wasn't sure. Umm. If.." Lucy fumbled for her words as if her brain had turned off. She had had so many questions and they were all gone now.

"If what?" He licked his lips still staring her down. Why did he have to look at her like that? Why was her stomach knotting up?

"If. Ahh. The rest of you looked the same." Lucy broke eye contact, for once she was happy her sun-beaten face would hide most of her blush. She looked back down at her magazine not taking in any of the pictures.

The Ghoul let out a wheezing chuckle and grabbed his holster and pack setting them on the bed.

"Grab your weapons." The Ghoul grunted. Lucy moving quickly to reach between the beds, grabbing her backpack and unloading the few weapons in the bag. She was happy to take her mind off the way his skin moved as he started to disassembl his weaposn.

***

The Ghoul dug through his bag, and grabbed his weapons cleaning kit. Laying it out beside him. He looks up at the girl, who’d wrapped herself in a blanket, following his lead she deftly begins to take apart her pistol. This has become a pretty common evening routine for them. The purple finger worked as if it had always been hers. He passed her a rag to clean things down with. The look in her eyes when he had walked out left a smirk on his face. He was many things but he wasn’t stupid, and he was definitely okay with making her as uncomfortable as she made him. Even if he was slightly disappointed that she had hidden herself under the covers.

Ghouls weren't exactly desired by many. Hell, more towns didn’t want Ghouls on their property than otherwise. But that didn’t mean he hadn’t gotten his fair share of tail in the last two hundred years. Some folks called it a kink or fetish, whatever it was, it had been enough to satisfy that carnal urge. That hit just about any man or woman that walked the wasteland. In all fairness though, he liked to be alone. Or at least he had. The little Vualtie was growing on him, kind of like a tumor.

Her hands suddenly grabbed his own, he meant to snatch it back but hesitated, she wasn't prone to grabbing him without reason. Both of her hands held his, her hands were so small in comparison. Small, soft with a few new calluses around the edges. The roughness rubbing over his made his dead heart twitch.

“Why is my finger on your hand?” Lucy asked bluntly, looking at him as she held onto what had once been her digit. God, her eyes were ridiculous.

Ghoul wheezed, “ Seem to remember you bit off mine. Seemed like a fair trade.”

��You could have sewn your old one back on.” Lucy huffed and turned his hand over inspecting it like she did one of her magazines. Her fingers carefully went over the raised scar where his skin and hers joined.

“I like this one better.” Cooper chuckled and pulled his hand back. Lucy narrowed his eyes at him. Looking down at her purple fingers. She wigged it a few times.

“It doesn’t have as much feeling in it,” Lucy muttered under her breath as she began to put her freshly clean weapons back together.

“Nerves don't grow back the same way,” Coop said, rubbing at the scar that went around his new finger. “Especially if the part is older”

“So can you feel with mine then? Cause it's new?”

Cooper smirked, “Better than before, yes.”

Lucy licked her lips, biting at the already freshly chewed marks before she turned back to the cleaning job. Cooper watched her skilfully put her weapons back into the bag and holsters. Her skin had its fair share of fresh pink scars on it, they had seen enough scraps together. He followed suit putting his own tools back into place. A wretched cough wheeze through him, vision going blurry as he tried to take a deep breath but couldn’t. He reached for his bags but Lucy was already there handing him the inhaler with a fresh shot of chems slotted into place.

Grabbing at the inhaler he snatched it from her hands and took a long hit. Adrenaline surged through his veins as his dusty lungs reinflated. Coughing and hissing he took another puff before leaning onto his knees to cough more out. A few more deep breaths and his vision got a bit clearer. Lucy was crouched in front of him, her eyebrows knitted together with worry.

He waves his hand at her. “M’fine.” He growls, putting the inhaler beside him and taking a few more deep breaths.

“Your welcome,” Lucy sighs, gathering up their things and putting them back into place before she crawls her cute ass back into bed. If the Ghoul had been thinking straight he would have come out with a snarky remark.

Instead the Ghoul let out a sigh, closing his eyes, as the adrenaline starts to fade. “I’ll take the first watch”

Chapter four here

#the ghoul #cooper x lucy #cooper howard x lucy maclean #fallout #fallout tv series #fanfic #fanfiction #vaultghoul

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eemamminy-art · 7 months ago

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I was really sick last night so I'm taking it easy a little bit today before I try to get any work done, so I spent a few hours putting together Mal's farmhouse in the sims 4 :3

Lots of pics ahead so it's going under a read more! Also please excuse the quality, I have to play with low graphics because my computer is a potato that's like, 7 or 8 years old at this point. There's also a lot of rambling about stuff with my character and my fic in here if that's of interest to anyone too :3

Okay... Well first of all, Them!!

Mal looking like a little trucker in that cap and vest combo lmao but it's so cute :3 I think it suits his weird 20-something year old grandpa aesthetic!! I use mostly vanilla cosmetics so Mal's hair is a bit longer than it should be and Alex's hair is a bit shorter than how I draw it but I tried to keep them mostly accurate! I think Mal looks better in terms of design just because I've made him in the sims before and had years to tweak him to how he looks here lol

Now the farmhouse...! I tried to get the layout of the house looking like I imagine it, so it'll give you a good idea of how it's supposed to be laid out in my fic :3 how I describe it to be anyway! The outside is not at all accurate besides the placement of the crops and chicken coop. Beside the house should be a river (it's the meadowlands farm in stardew and I moved the cabin to be right beside the river where the chicken coop is initially when you start!) and further down past the chicken coop and crops should be a whooole bunch of fruit trees. I envision the farm as like, having an orchard of different fruit trees as the main crop for the farm's actual income, while the chickens and other crops are more for like, self-sustaining the family. Idk if that comes across in what I'm writing but I'm kind of trying to have Mal stumble his way through learning to farm rather than having an inherent idea of what to do or detailed written instructions left by grandpa lol

The kitchen and living area are one big space :3 idk why the door to the basement turned invisible, just sims being sims I guess. But imagine a door there behind the dining table and not just an open gap in the wall lmao

The living room wall is a different color than how I've drawn it so mission failed on that one lol but it's fine! It should be a record player instead of a jukebox and there should be a landline phone on an end table near the door, but sims 4 only has so much stuff in the vanilla. RIP to my landline phones from previous sims games, I think I miss that the most 😩 nothing quite makes me as nostalgic for childhood as a landline phone in the home. Anyway!

Beside the kitchen is a hallway which leads to the bathroom and to Mal's childhood bedroom which he no longer uses. The hallway is kinda cramped but I like that, it gives a vibe of those kind of houses that have little space and try to use it all to the fullest :3 I didn't notice the bathroom floor was wet before taking the bathroom pics, you can thank Alex for that. He had just jogged and showered and I guess left a puddle 😂 messy boy!!

And Mal's childhood room is very small but just has some cutesy stuff in it. The little bed and little wooden chest are some things that kinda come up in a few chapters I wrote so I was like 👀 those are essential

The master bedroom, which was Mal's grandparents' room but he's since moved into it. I think I also describe it as having a dresser in addition to the closet so that's missing... And there should be family photos but I don't think I have anything like that with my currently installed packs. The guitar was grandpa's, but I don't think Mal knows how to play? I had some idea a few months back about Sam teaching him guitar but I'm not sure now. Feels a little too intimate for the dynamic he and Sam have/will have! Besides that, Mal's love of music has manifested in dancing and singing so I think that's a fair trade :3 but he keeps the guitar anyway for sentimental reasons! And the green bedding, as made by Emily... but you know in my head I imagine her making a huge quilt for him, so pretend like there's a big quilt on the bed too lol

Last is the basement which looks nothing like it should lol. I forgot to reinstall the laundry pack so I'm missing that... but I imagine it as having the water heater, washing machine, some wine racks, and a woodworking table. Maaaybe casks or kegs like you can have in stardew? I need to think on it :3 But it would be this shape of room at least, just a small square room under the kitchen.

And then... I played a little and I kept getting stuff that felt so true to them lol

Vigorously nodding, yeah 😄

(small nsfw mention in the following paragraph fyi)

And then some spicy ones which made me laugh because this is also accurate to how they are. They were literally just talking btw not doing any romantic interactions 😂 Mal made some bad jokes and Alex was like oughhh I can't not fuck him 😫 I haven't started posting all the horny turmoil chapters yet but you'll see eventually, he's a little bit pathetic about it lol it's cute

And of course, it wouldn't be the sims without it doing some weird buggy shit (especially sims 4 lately... these QOL patches have added some weird quirks to how townies autonomously interact with your sims lol)

Wherein grandpa died and then immediately called, as a ghost, to ask if Mal wanted his company for sympathy... Hrmmm....... 🤔 Maybe it knew that grandpa's ghost shows up from time to time in stardew valley too lol

The end 🥰 Hope you enjoyed reading...! I'm gonna play with them more another time and if anything fun happens I'll be sure to share!!

#long post #my ocs #oc: mallory #malex #matpat voice LOOOOORE #coming around again

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she-karev · 11 months ago

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The Talk About Kids (Jolex Imagine)

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: One of Two

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Ship: Alex and Jo

Canon Episode: Season 16 Episode 6

AN: I decided to shift my focus to a power couple that deserved so much more. I decided to show Alex and Jo throughout pivotal moments in Season 16 and 17 that I believe would fit them. The next chapter will be released tomorrow like and reblog below and let me know what you think.

Summary: After their second wedding Alex and Jo head back to their loft where Alex brings up the subject of having kids with him and Jo discussing it.

Words: 1314

October 31, 2019

Alex tries to roll the sliding steel door with his foot because he’s busy carrying Jo in his arms bridal over the threshold. She is in her wedding dress only this time she’s wearing zombie makeup that makes her look like bride of Frankenstein in the spirit of Halloween. He wanted to make up for skipping the traditions after their last wedding by doing them after they legally got married twenty minutes ago at the courthouse. He felt the same as he was after their first wedding the only difference is they’re now married on paper.

Jo chuckles at his feeble attempts to open the door, “Here let me get that husband.” Jo grabs the handle and opens the sliding door to Alex’s relief.

“Thank you, wife, now to cross the threshold.” Alex carries Jo inside as they chuckle and grin at entering their loft as an official married couple, “And now to put you down because my back is tweaking.”

Jo grins as Alex lets her down her feet and she heads to the kitchen, “So how does it feel being married? Are you already planning escape routes?”

Alex smiles at his beautiful zombie wife, “Never.”

Jo smiles at that answer, “Good, because I am not gonna let you get away from me so easily.” Jo grabs water bottles from the fridge and hands one to Alex, “A toast to us.”

“To us.” Alex and Jo clink their plastic bottles and drink them before their recent wedding comes into Alex’s mind. When Jo told Alex she was pregnant he was shocked at first but then images went into his head of their life together after. He imagined Jo growing round with their child in her belly and him doting on her and making sure she takes it easy. He imagined holding her hand as she gave birth to their baby and the joy in their eyes as they met their child. He imagined growing old with Jo and having Sunday brunches with their kids and grandkids.

And when she told him she was kidding a part of him was laughing but another part of him was yearning for that dream of theirs to become a reality. He hasn’t brought up the subject since before Jo left to find her birth mom. She came back after depressed and not willing to let him in which worried him of course given his history. He didn’t think there could be a future when she went into treatment, and she gave him an out knowing him well enough to know how triggering the past events were for him. But seeing her do so well and trying to overcome her struggles he knew from then that an out will never be an option for him when it comes to loving Jo.

He's seen her be the strong and caring woman he fell in love with these past few months and knows she would be a great mother. He knows they can give their kids the love and support they never had growing up. But he knows they’re not getting any younger and he should bring up the subject while their joy is fresh.

“Can I ask you something?” Alex asks Jo in front of him who nods as she sips her bottle, “…Do you still want to have kids?”

Jo stops sipping and takes her bottle out of her mouth and caps it with a surprised face, “Um…yeah, I do. What brought this on?”

Alex sighs and sits on the couch patting the seat next to him. Jo takes it and looks at her husband inquisitively. She told him she wanted kids with him and meant it but after her depressive episode it’s been out of her mind for months now. She’s been busy with treatment, and he’s been busy with Pac North the subject never came up until tonight. Yet instead of the stress that Jo would have felt five years ago at this topic she feels comfortable, like she is okay with the idea of kids since she’s in a better place.

Alex clears his throat before continuing, “When you told me you were pregnant at the courthouse, I was excited. I had this whole life of ours in my head where we grow old and play with our grandkids while our kids are talking to us about their lives. I have had that dream since the day I fell in love with you and I have been patiently waiting for you to share that with me. And I know a lot of stuff has gotten in the way but we’ve survived that and we’re in a good place, better even. I’m getting the hang of Pac North, you’re an attending, we both have comfortable lives it…it feels like the right time to start having a family of our own. Does it feel like the right time for you?”

Jo grins tenderly at her husband’s confession before taking a moment to think, “It does, it feels right but…I don’t want to get pregnant.”

Alex furrows his eyebrows at this setback, “What?”

Jo holds Alex’s hand and explains, “When I found out…how I was conceived I went dark and wondered if that evil is genetic. If I can somehow pass that vile act onto our kid and it’s made me decide that I don’t want biological kids. I know it’s silly and you think this is some depressive episode but it’s not. I don’t think I can handle being pregnant, I’m afraid I’ll react the same way my mother did when she was pregnant with me.”

Alex looks at Jo in sympathy and wishes the man who raped her mother was alive so he could kill him for forcing Jo to see her existence as an abomination. But he holds her hand tightly and caresses her white cheek that she leans into seeking his comfort.

“You wouldn’t do that; I know you wouldn’t.”

Jo sniffles and nods, “I know you do but I don’t, I can’t risk repeating the cycle, I want that to end with me.” Jo inhales deeply and proposes something else, “But that doesn’t mean we can’t have a baby, it just means we go another route, one that involves a lot of forms and home visits.”

Alex’s eyes brighten at that feeling hope again, “You want to adopt?”

Jo nods with a smile, “Yeah, I do. I want to give someone like me a chance at a family, a chance of love, a chance with us as parents. I want us to give another wayward baby the love and kindness I should’ve had.”

Alex looks at his wife in admiration as he strokes her hair, “Everyday with you, you somehow manage to find a way to make me love you even more. Let’s do it, today, tomorrow as soon as we can.”

Jo smiles at that response, “You don’t mind that we’re not gonna get pregnant?”

“Jo.” Alex smiles at his bride caressing her cheek, “I don’t care if we get pregnant or not, I care about us expanding our family and having more love to give. And hearing your argument and being a former foster kid too, I also want to give an unwanted baby a chance at a good life. I want to be a good dad just like I know you are gonna be a great mom to however many kids we bring into our house.”

Jo smiles and kisses Alex tenderly for a few moments before pulling back, “Okay first thing to do, is to find an adoption agency to apply for and then we are gonna get a real estate agent so we can move out of this loft and find a suitable house with actual bedrooms.”

Alex smiles at her already planning their future before standing up, “I’ll get the laptop, you keep brainstorming.”

Next Chapter Here

#greys anatomy #grey's anatomy #greysanatomyedit #greysedit #greys anatomy imagine #alex karev #jo wilson #jo karev #jolex #headcanon #mine #making things right

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theletterwsartflap · 5 months ago

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if they remake the wily wars again i'd want the following

1: replayability

2: a-tier voice acting and dialogue

3: retooling of some robot master fights and weapons [like let us consume a cell to produce guts blocks as well as triple the power cap for super arm]

4: this is probably a long shot but i'd probably have oil and time in this mainly because of my ocd regarding MM1's RM count

It would be interesting to see the old Mega Man games with a modern lens. Even an 11 styled remake I think would be neat to see. There's definitely some things you wonder how they'd tweak them, like the Boobeam Trap in MM2. If anything I just wanna see them do the 11 style suit changes for the copied powers!

Time I can see just fine, but Oil's design I dunno. Even with the colour change it's... questionable. It was then and it especially is now.

#obligatory ask tag

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mightymarvelite · 20 days ago

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Marvel (The Series) ~ Season 1 ~

~:~ Prologue ~:~

Word Count: 5,046 (ish)

Summary: A day of celebration turns into a disaster when someone attacks the Avengers' Day event.

Warning(s): Mild disaster/violence, character death

Note(s): This is a fic I originally posted on Ao3, but this version has been tweaked and updated as the plot is heavily inspired by the Avengers game! This is also my first time posting a fic to Tumblr, so please bear with me if the formatting is a little off. Otherwise, enjoy!

Reminder: Don't be afraid to interact! Any and all likes, comments, and reblogs are welcome and appreciated!

The clear blue sky over San Francisco was lit up by colourful fireworks as the Avengers Day event began across the bay from the Golden Gate Bridge, right beside the Avengers West Coast Tower. A quinjet made its way across the bay, carrying the finalists of a comic book competition that Tony Stark had been persuaded into organising by the other members of the Avengers. Amongst these finalists was five year old Carter Johnson accompanied by his father, Jack Johnson. The small boy held the straps of his backpack tightly, nerves bundling up inside his stomach whilst his eyes observed the four other kids he was up against.

He quickly came to the conclusion that he was the youngest of the group by a rather large margin, only adding to the bundle of nerves twisting his stomach into knots. Jack, who had spent most of the flight napping, peeked open one eye and glanced down to his son. A small smile tugged at his lips before he dramatically faked a yawn and stretched out his arms, before wrapping them around his son to pull him close. "You know what your old man was dreaming about?"

The little boy giggled, "what, Daddy?"

"Finding some new pins for your backpack. Maybe even one special enough for that hat," Jack answered. He took two fingers and tapped the red baseball cap Carter wore everywhere with every outfit. It always had to be backwards too, mainly so the boy could see. "Maybe a Captain America one, huh?"

"I wanna get an Iron Man one too," Carter enthused with a bright smile across his freckled cheeks. His father let out a laugh. "Another one? How many is that gonna be? Like a hundred?"

Carter giggled at the exaggeration in his father's voice. His backpack was decorated in Avengers pins and stickers that his father had collected on his many trips around the globe with his job in the military. The boy's little green eyes glanced down to his copy of his comic book for a moment, before he lifted his head to look back at his father. "What if they didn't read it? It's not as good as the big kids' comics," Carter mumbled whilst watcing the older kids laugh and joke as they showed off their comics to each other.

"Why do you think that?"

"Cause they're all big and I'm not. They probably knew it was a little kid who made mine," Carter huffed in a defeated manner. Jack reached over with the arm not wrapped around his son's shoulders, gently taking the comic in it and admiring the front cover he had watched his son draw and colour in himself. He used his other arm to hug his son close to his side, offering him a reassuring smile. "You being little doesn't mean that your hard work in invalid."

Jack adjusted in his seat, turning himself slightly to properly look at his son. "The little guy can always become the biggest hero, right? Every Captain America was once just a kid from Brooklyn. You're just a kid from Harlem," Jack added with a little humour at the end to hopefully ease some of Carter's nerves. It seemed to work as a little smile tugged at Carter's lips just as the quinjet came into land at the entrance to the event.

The small boy sprung to his feet, one hand firmly wrapped around a strap of his backpack whilst the other tugged excitedly on his father's jacket sleeve. "Come on, Daddy! Come on!", Carter enthused.

It was moments like these that made the years Jack and his wife, Lailah, had tried for a child worth it. Between his many tours abroad and their fertility issues, the couple had resigned themselves to the idea they would be childless. Then, they were blessed with a miracle. An exceptionally gifted child that Jack knew would change the world one day. "I'm coming, buddy. I'm coming," he answered.

The check in desk was the end of a short corridor displaying giant hologram displays of each Avenger, each of them capturing Carter's attention as he walked along the corridor with his father a few paces behind him. The woman behind the desk greeted them with a smile, dressed in her Hulk shirt with vibrant green hair to match. "Name, please?", She asked in a sweet voice.

"Carter and Jack Johnson," the little boy answered excitedly. He bounced on the balls of his feet, barely able to contain his excitement. The woman turned to the laptop set up beside her and dragged her finger down the screen until it hit their names. "Ah, one of the comic book finalists. Well, congratulations! As one of our finalists, you are automatically entered into our comic book scavenger hunt which, upon completion, grants you access to our VIP balcony," the woman explained enthusiastically to the pair.

The boy immediately turned to his father with the biggest set of puppy dog eyes he could muster, even throwing in a few bats of his eyelashes for added effect. Jack laughed softly, accepting their passes from the receptionist before looking back to his son. "Don't you have enough comics?"

"But the VIP balcony," Carter batted those eyelashes one last time. Jack gently placed the pass lanyard around his son's neck, smiling at him whilst taking in the moment. "Alright. I'll be by the elevator doors, but TAS has to be on at all times," Jack negotiated. He straightened himself up as Carter bounced around excitedly, nodding his head at the same time. "You ready, TAS?"

There was a quiet buzz sound from inside Carter's pant pocket, like when someone would boot up their PC for the first time. A blue hologram ferret emerged from inside the boy's pocket and perched itself on the boy's shoulder. TAS was a creation of Carter's which had been cobbled together from different old computers and appliances, programmed to provide companionship and complete simple functions like internet browsing and 3D scans. "Ready as I'll ever be," the AI answered less than enthusiastically.

TAS had a habit of being dry and often sarcastic, something that made Carter giggle. The boy looked around from their starting point. To his left was the arcade filled with Avengers themed arcade cabinets and plenty of people hogging them to achieve the high scores. To his left was a virtual reality Black Widow themed shooter game like someone might see at a county fair except it was Widow Bite blasters instead of cork guns or water pistols.

The sounds coming from the arcade were just too good to pass up as their first stop. There was arcade cabinets for every hero imaginable, including the main five present at the day's festivities. The boy's eyes were wide and filled by the colourful blinking lights until they came to rest on the neon green of the Hulk Smash game in the corner of the arcade. "Hey, TAS, look. That one has a comic book dispenser," Carter pointed out.

"It contains the issue of the Incredible Hulk we need," TAS answered after quickly scanning the dispenser. Carter approached the game, slipping his hands into the big plastic Hulk hands hanging at either side of the game's center console. He raised his now massive fists with a quiet giggle before smashing them down on the big button on the center console with all the might he could muster. The game roared as the bar filled to the top and the dispenser spat out one of the Hulk comics. "Score!", Carter enthused whilst placing the plastic fists back in their holders and gathering up his first comic.

He tucked it away in his backpack before glancing to TAS. "Where to next, TAS?"

The hologram ferret paused movement for a split second before reanimating. "The Black Widow comic is being dispensed at the Black Widow shooter game, and the Thor comic is being dispensed at a Thor game in the center of the event," the AI reported. "Oh, there was also a dispenser inside the Iron Man exhibit which is just before the Thor game," he added with a small beep.

"Black Widow shooter is first," Carter declared as he wandered out of the arcade and back to the shooter game. "How cool is that! It's holographics in a virtual space that interacts with reality," the boy enthused to his AI.

"So, some very fancy technology?"

Carter giggled and nodded, "basically yeah."

He slipped his left hand into one of the shooter devices which were modelled after Black Widow's widow bite bracelets with a little score display projecting out the top of them. The targets were holograms shaped like people, colour coded red and green to distinguish the bad targets from the good ones. "So cool," the boy whispered to himself as he raised his hand to start shooting at the red coloured targets. He shot at twenty of them with his own sound effects included before the dispenser ejected one of the comics as his prize.

Once that comic was secured in his backpack, Carter placed the shooter device back on its stand and made his way further into the event. This meant having to cut through the Iron Man exhibit, not that Carter minded that of course as Tony Stark was his favourite of the Avengers. He was like a kid in a candy store surrounded by everything belonging to his favourite hero. As his eyes scanned the entire room, taking in every inch including the Mark 1 display, they came to rest on an empty comic dispenser under a shelf of toy model repulsor gloves.

The disappointment of the empty comic dispenser was quickly replaced by pure excitement as he picked up one of the small repulsor gloves, slipping it over his hand and forearm and flexing his fingers inside it. "Woah," he whispered himself. He held the piece of armour up to the light before pretending to blast different shelves of the exhibit. "Perhaps the Avengers will have an opening for you yet," TAS quipped from his perch on the boy's shoulder.

Carter giggled whilst shaking his head. "No one could ever beat the originals," he said with his eyes glued to the repulsor glove in amazement. Suddenly, there was a loud rumble of thunder despite the endless clear blue sky outside and a surge of lightning struck the exit doorway followed by a hearty laugh. Carter's jaw dropped when he saw the God of Thunder, Thor, proudly enter Iron Man's exhibit and fiddle with the keyrings with a look of confusion.

The God was so fixated on the trinkets, he hadn't noticed the small boy standing on the other side of the center stand with a shocked expression plastered to his tiny face. "You're Thor!"

Thor looked up from the keyring and deeply chuckled at the excitement of the boy. "Ah. Apologies. You are very small, and hard to see," he replied. "But there is no need to cower before a son of Odin, though you may be compelled to do so," the God added with a proud smile. Carter was star struck, unable to comprehend he was talking to a real Avenger. "What is your name?"

"Carter. Carter Johnson, sir," the boy answered after finally finding the words.

Thor nodded, his hands on his hips before gesturing to the repulsor on Carter's hand. "And what is that thing you are holding?"

Carter glanced down to the gauntlet and smiled even brighter. "It's a model 3 repulsor. One of the better designs Mr Stark created, in my opinion," the boy answered enthusiastically. Carter would talk about Avenger tech all day if he could. Carter even added in some sound effects of his own design to demonstrate for Thor.

"Odin's Beard. About as intimidating as the man himself, hm?", Thor mused sarcastically or as about as sarcastic as a Norse God could sound. This only made Carter giggle. "Your funny, Mr Thor."

Thor folded his arms against his chest in a relaxed manner, "yes, I am." He replied with a full seriousness and confidence. "Behold a true weapon that needs no improvement," Thor announced whilst holding his arm outstretched towards the exit he had entered through. In a matter of seconds, Thor's hammer whizzed across the event and into the God's hand with flecks of electricity coming from it. Thor spun it around before holding it out for the boy to properly look at.

Carter's eyes widened, filled with a pure wonder that only kids seemed to be able to capture when truly impressed by something. "Who so ever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor," the boy practically whispered. Thor laughed a little whilst giving his hammer another spin in his hand. "Indeed! The difference between Stark's trinkets and a God's might."

The boy's eyes wandered back to the glove over his hand. He flexed his fingers inside it once again before looking back at Thor. "I guess, but every hero has to start somewhere and it'd be pretty boring if every hero was the same, right?"

The God cleared his throat before nodding, caught a little off guard by how perceptive this child was. "Yes, yes, of course," he answered. "You are very wise for one so young," he added. Carter smiled proudly, "thanks. So are you."

Thor breathed out a small laugh, his eyes glancing to his hammer before meeting the boy's eyes again. "Carter Johnson. I will remember your name," the God assured with the corners of his lips pulling themselves into a smile before he walked outside to greet some of the other people attending the celebrations. Carter was grinning from ear to ear as he spun around in excitement. "Did you see that, TAS? I just met Thor!", Carter enthused with an excited squeal.

"I have to admit, that was rather impressive," TAS replied. Carter placed the repulsor glove back on the shelf before venturing out into the main hub of activities for the Avengers Day event. A small crowd had gathered around Thor at the side of the Iron Man exhibit and a few others were gathered in the Captain America exhibit or attempting the Mighty Thor challenge in the center of the area. Carter's eyes immediately spotted the comic dispenser beside the Thor challenge and happily bounded towards it, still on cloud nine from his encounter with the God himself.

A member of staff was stood beside the comic dispenser, motioning forward those who wanted to play when it was their turn. Carter stepped up to the fake hammer and wrapped both of his small hands around the handle, pulling as hard as he could causing lightning sound effects and blue sparks of some pyro special effect to go off before the wire holding the hammer in place forced it back to the floor. "Hey, being almost worthy counts too. Here's your comic," the staff member announced before handing over the Thor comic.

Carter thanked him before looking around at the event. "Where are we gonna get the Iron Man comic? The dispenser in the exhibit was empty," the boy asked his companion curiously. TAS was quiet for a moment, his scanner surveying the event before quietly beeping. "There is another dispenser, though it isn't tied to any exhibit. It's hidden in a backstage area just before the entrance to Chimera," TAS explained turning himself into an arrow to direct the boy.

The boy followed TAS arrow to a small backstage area with nothing but a few SHIELD branded crates and a comic dispenser. However, on the other side of some metal barricades was the entrance to the stage area. "Good job, TAS. What would I do without you, buddy?"

"Have very ordinary seating," TAS replied. He was smiling though, so it was all light hearted.

Carter giggled at him softly before hearing voices on the other side of the barricade. He ducked down behind the SHIELD crates, peeking out at the owners of the voices. Their faces had been plastered all over the event alongside Tony and Bruce's since they were all involved in the unveiling of this Terrigen reactor. George Tarleton was the meek scientist with rectangular shaped glasses, slightly hunched posture, and the loudest of the two voices as he complained about Tony Stark's involvement. He was talking to Monica Rappaccini, the broker of the relationship between George and Tony. She was also an accomplished biochemist with a long working relationship with Bruce Banner on the effects of gamma radiation.

"Don't let Stark's theatrics get to you," Monica urged. Tarleton grabbed her arm and pulled her slightly further away from the stage. "I'm gonna be sick," he muttered loudly. "Terrigen was meant for the people, not some toy for billionaires." The frustration dripped off each of his words.

Monica was calm, her voice never raising louder than her normal speaking voice. "It still can be. Stay focused on what matters," she reassured. "Our work is going to change the world, George," she added with a charming smile to help ease his concerns. Monica reached forward and gently grabbed onto Tarleton's arms, giving him a gentle shake. "I know you hate the pageantry, but it will all be worth it!"

Tarleton seemed to straighten up a little, his shoulders visibly relaxing. "He'll want control, and profit," he argued calmly.

"We won't let him. This is YOUR movement. With Stark's funding, and your mind, you'll be a hero to all those people," Monica enthused in an eeriely calm and corporate manner. "Can't you see we are so close?"

Another set of footsteps approached, drawing Carter's eyes in the direction of the stage where Doctor Banner had just entered from. "Here you are," Bruce said before greeting Monica with a soft peck to her cheek. "You disappeared this morning," he added in a softer voice as his lips left her cheek.

"There's always work to be done."

"I know... It's just..."

"What is it?"

Bruce seemed to get a little fidgety when she questioned him. "Nothing. It's some little thing... We're getting some strange readings off the uh..."

He paused before his body turned to focus on Tarleton. "The Reactor. George, maybe you were right," he declared whilst taking steps and approaching Tarleton. "Maybe we were too hasty to put this on public display," Bruce added. "Do you think we could run the numbers just one more time?"

Tarleton seemed to nod eagerly. "Yes, yes. Certainly," he answered as the trio walked towards the direction of the Chimera.

Carter stayed crouched behind the crates, he and TAS looking between each other to see if they had both witnessed the same thing. "That did not seem pleasant," TAS commented quietly.

"Which part?", Carter asked. He got a cold feeling from Monica, it wasn't something he had felt from anyone else ever in his short life. It was almost kind of scary in a way. "Any part really, you can take your pick," TAS answered with an edge of sass on his words.

Carter didn't want to dwell on it and was happy to just go back to the event, although the conversation was lingering deep in the back of his mind. He headed back in the direction of the Cap exhibit in search of his final comic. There was some interesting stuff on display in the exhibit like a prototype of Cap's iconic shield, the 40s style leather jacket he wore during the war, and the first edition of his shield. The sparkle returned to his eyes as he stared at the items on display, the search of the comic being pushed to the back of his mind for a brief moment just to admire what he was seeing.

Just below the display of Cap's first shield was the comic book dispenser with one last copy of the Captain America comic. "Yes! We did it, TAS," the boy enthused whilst picking up the comic from the dispenser. The excitement was short lived, however, as another one of the competition finalists snatched the comic right out of the small boy's hands. He was joined by two of the other finalists, all of them older and bigger than Carter was. "You must be the little finalist? They probably picked your comic out of pity, always gotta have one charity case," the older boy sneered before flipping through the comic he had just stolen.

"Do you really think they read your comic?", the girl finalist asked whilst waving her comic in Carter's face.

"It was a baby comic. Only babies read baby comics," the other boy finalist added causing all three of them to snicker.

Carter looked at the trio with a slightly puzzled look. "But they picked my comic. Just like they picked yours. My comic is just as good as your comic," he argued. The leader of the trio's nostrils flared a little before he marched up to Carter, roughly shoving his shoulder.

He towered over Carter. "The only competition your comic is winning is the world's worst comic. The Avengers want heroes, not kids who still wet the bed at night," he barked at the little boy.

Carter steadied himself on his feet and looked up at him. "Heroes don't usually pick on people, they help people. So, your Avengers must be pretty different from my Avengers," he stated firmly to the trio. He even took a step towards the leader, hoping to show he wasn't afraid of him. The leader scoffed. "Come on, lets just go," he muttered. The three turned and left the exhibit, but unfortunately with Carter's Captain America comic in hand. "Great, and they're out of comics," Carter sighed quietly.

"You know, for what it's worth, I thought that was pretty brave," a voice complimented from behind the boy as a hand appeared beside him holding another copy of the Cap comic. Carter glanced at the comic before turning slowly to see who was holding it, his eyes widening when they locked onto Captain America himself. His mouth opened to speak, but no words found their way out. This seemed to amuse the old soldier causing him to chuckle a little.

Carter finally found his words, "thanks," he managed to get out with the biggest smile on his face.

Steve offered a smile back to the boy, his gaze studying the pins and badges decorating his backpack. "That's quite the collection you have," he pointed out.

"Oh, uh, yeah! My daddy helps me collect them," Carter explained to Steve. "You're his favourite hero actually. That's why I have more Cap ones," he added before catching himself as he would end up rambling. Steve offered the comic to him again and the boy accepted sheepishly, still in silent disbelief. "Well, I'm honoured to be your dad's favourite hero. What's your name?"

"Carter, sir. Carter Johnson," the boy answered. The gears actively began turning in Steve's mind as he pondered where he had heard that name before. "Your story had the swamp monsters in the dark lagoon," Steve announced with a quiet snap of his fingers. This comment only caused Carter's smile to grow wider, to the point his cheeks were starting to hurt a little from it all. "You... You read my story?"

Steve nodded. "Every one submitted. Thor got a good kick out of yours," the old soldier added with a quiet chuckle.

"Hey Cap, we should head to the stage. Tarleton's about to lose his nerve," another voice interjected as Natasha approached Steve. She was so focused, she hadn't noticed the starstruck boy stood beside her.

Steve turned his attention to Natasha, "have you seen Thor? He should have been here by now." He asked her.

"I saw him. Over by the Iron Man exhibit," Carter chimed in excitedly, pointing in the direction of the Stark exhibit. Natasha raised an eyebrow at the small boy, though she did find him rather endearing with his excitement at being around them. "Who's the kid?" She quietly asked Steve.

Steve motioned to Carter with his hand. "Nat, this is Carter Johnson. Expert in all things swamp monster related," he replied whilst giving Carter a subtle wink. Natasha's expression softened further when it was clarified Carter was one of the comic book finalists. "Oh, right. Hey, that thing you had me do with the bicycle wheel? Pretty badass," she complimented whilst holding her fist out to the little boy.

Carter happily fist bumped Natasha. "I mean it's nothing compared to what happened between you and Madame Hydra. That was wild!"

Both Avengers gave the boy smiles before Natasha motioned in teh direction of the stage area. "We should head to the stage," she repeated. Steve nodded in agreement before patting Carter's shoulder. "It was nice meeting you, Carter."

"See you around, kid," Natasha said before the pair turned and walked away.

Carter was still in a silent state of disbelief, the world's biggest smile still on his lips as his eyes looked to TAS. "Daddy's never gonna believe that we met thee Captain America and Black Widow," the little boy enthused excitedly.

TAS, who had finally loosened up a little, chuckled. "Don't forget Thor," he added before let out a quiet beep. "Speaking of your father, we can now meet him at the elevator," the little AI reminded.

"Oh, yeah, right," Carter giggled. The elevator was on the Chimera itself, the Chimera being a version of a hellicarrier built to run on the new Terrigen reactor they were showing off at the event. Carter and TAS walked passed the reactor which contained a strange looking geode looking rock that was purple in colour with smaller fragments of the rock floating close to it. Nick Fury was stood by the reactor, giving a vague statement to the news crew on site.

Jack was stood by the elevator to the VIP balcony, quietly checking text messages from his wife who was inquiring about about their time at the event. He glanced up to see his son rushing towards him. "There you are. How'd your scavenger hunt go, buddy?"

"I got them all! But that's not even the best part, Daddy! You'll never guess who I met!" Carter enthused, bouncing up and down on the spot. Jack chuckled and squatted down to his son's height, "who, kiddo?"

"Well, first I met Thor! He was in the Iron Man exhibit and he even summoned his hammer right in front of me! Then these big kids took the last Cap comic that I needed, but then Captain America gave me another copy and he even said he read my story! Oh, and then, Black Widow showed up and gave me a fist bump!"

The little boy's excitement was contagious and Jack found himself getting just as excited despite not being the one to meet all these legendary heroes. "I think I might be talking to the next member of the Avengers," Jack poked his son's sides before scooping him up in his arms. "Now, how about we go see the view on your super fancy balcony?"

Carter nodded eagerly. Jack carried Carter onto the elevator and let him activate the button with his comic book barcode. They stepped out onto the balcony which had a great view of the stage. There was a podium with microphones which Cap was stood at. To the left of him was George Tarleton and Monica Rappaccini whilst on the right of him was Natasha, Thor, and Bruce. Carter was a little confused since he thought all the Avengers were supposed to be present.

Cap was giving a speech. He mentioned the contest before allowing the Terrigen to have it's moment to shine. He passed the podium onto George Tarleton to talk about Terrigen in more detail. He seemed really passionate, mentioning that he had found the Terrigen crystal right there in the San Francisco bay. However, suddenly loud rock music began playing over the speakers and the doors to the elevator of the balcony opened, revealing Tony Stark in all his Iron Man glory.

"Hello San Francisco! This city of fine people, good food, and no parking," Tony's voice echoed over the speakers as he walked along the balcony. "I'm working on the no parking thing," he added before looking directly at Carter who was still comfortable perched on his father's hip. "Nice bag," Tony pointed at the boy's backpack before pushing himself off the balcony and backflip fly through the air to land on the stage with an eruption of fireworks.

Suddenly, there was a rumble as plumes of smoke gathered on the Golden Gate Bridge. All eyes quickly moved to look at the grand bridge across the water, a slow growing sense of dread building amongst the crowd. Jack held his son a little tighter, sensing the shift in the air. "That doesn't look good. We gotta go, buddy," he muttered quietly.

Within what felt like seconds, panic had spread and people all hurried for the quinjets. Screams, explosions, and terrified faces assaulted Carter's senses as his father pushed through a thick purple mist starting to swell up from the grates on the ground. Jack placed his son in one of the seats of the quinjet and buckled him in. "Stay here, okay? Whatever happens, you stay here and get home to Mommy."

"Where are you going? You have to come home too," Carter whimpered.

Jack gently squeezed Carter's shoulders. "There might be people stuck or needing help. You always have to look out for the little guy, right?" Jack tried to reassure his son before pressing a gentle kiss against his forehead and wrapping his leather military jacket around his shoulders. "Be brave, my boy," he whispered before climbing off the quinjet and disappearing through the thick curtain of purple mist. The quinjet took off after a few minutes of waiting for any other attendees to board. The Chimera was hovering above the bay, a whirlpool opening up in the water with a strange energy drawing the Chimera towards it until...

The Chimera exploded, sinking beneath the waters of the San Francisco bay. The little boy sobbed quietly in his father's jacket, hugging it close to his face whilst TAS curled up against his cheek.

He was alone...

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boxblondiecoops · 2 years ago

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You should write something about joe cooper and someone on his team! It would be such a cute idea since I saw your recent post lol 😭

- Saphari ★

Hello Saphari!!!

You're my first ask! I hope your doing amazing! Ok, I'm gonna warn you, my writing is chaotic as shit and probably scrambled as hell. I'm gonna start with bullet points and see where my brain takes us. Let's gooooooo~

It's gender neutral and mostly him having a crush but ya know.

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Ok. So based off my obsession memory with how he acts around Jenna.............. He turns into a fucking golden retriever.

Same goes for when he's with you.

Like same big blue eyes, same dopey smile. Constantly jumping up to take care of stuff you need/want. He will even tie your shoes for you without you even so much as asking.

Oh, need some water during a sweltering practice? Here's a cold bottle, just for you. It even has your nicknames first initial on the cap with a lil heart with it. Or maybe your player number.

Need a snack because you forgot to eat before a game or something? Oh, lookie, he has your favorite! Actually, he has about eight of em, just in case you need more than one pick me up.

Listen, you guys have to hang out after the games and before the games and all the time.

If you don't wanna come over, he whines and complains to Remer all the time and every. single. time. Remer rolls his eyes so h a r d.

He curls up on the couch, watching his old game and hugging a pillow WISHING desperately it was you.

He's such a lonely guy, please go hold him. He'll gladly be the lil spoon, big spoon, the fucking fork, he doesn't care. He just needs you to hold him.

So naturally you've come over and hung out (more than once) and played some Nintendo and drank some beer if you like too, but he won't push it. He's just happy you're here.

In the house, he has a designated spot on the couch JUST for you. It's right next to his but no one else can sit there.......... Except maybe the dog. MAYBE.

If your allergic or even nervous of his dog, or even the cat for that matter, he'll move them to a seperate room and keep them in there when you hang out.

Although if your allergic he vacuums like the entire house before you come over, even doing the couch.

During games, he's the most supportive dweeb ever. He cheers, like, the loudest in the dug out if your psych out hits the way you practiced. He bounces around and claps.

If it doesn't, he pats you on the shoulder and tells you it was awesome and you guys can tweak it later.

He loves you in the uniform. He won't say it................ But like he stares at you so much. You're so pretty to him he just can't not look at you. He's smitten.

You are the ONLY person on the team allowed to score with La-Z-Boy. He trusts you so, so much with it.

Now imagine you got distracted, waiting your turn on the bench, your name gets called, saying your next up and he gives his prized ball a gentle throw to you and is just like

"Go kill it!" And he's blushing a little bit and almost giggles when you smile and jog off to the pitch.

He knows you won't pop it or fuck with it. It means the world to him and so do you so seeing you use it makes him blush and lean over the railing and just watch you.

Remer definitely fucking laughs at him tho... But also highly encourage him.

"My bestie is soooo in love!" *wipes fake tear*

"Shuddup!"

If you pop a home run with his ball? He's on cloud fucking nine, jumping up and down.

Oh god, if you score the winning game, he rushes at you and picks you up, spinning you around and smiling up at you like you hung the moon and the stars and he just really fucking loves you.

He is constantly waving to you from the pitch if you aren't on the field. Like the straight arm lil wave

Please, can we talk about his eyes? He has the prettiest fucking blue eyes. He looks at you all the time like you personally crafted his favorite constellations or just handed him a signed baseball bat from Reggie Jackson himself.

Like come on. He's so fucking cute, I can't with him. Look!!! Look at him! ↷

The tension.

The tension during practice?

Especially if the team isn't there and it's just the two of you???

STOP SHUT UP

HOLD ON THE CLICHE ASS "lemme stand behind you and, like, move you in the proper way" CLICHE SHIT PLEASE TELL ME YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.

He has game for once!!!!

He stands behind you, hands on your waist, guiding you to stand directly across from the net. He makes sure your holding the ball right (basketballs are hard for me to hold- I have small hands) and even shows you the proper follow through.

And he's fully pressed against your back because I said so and he's so warm and big and everyone talks about how big Remer is but Coop is big too!!!!!

He smiles and gives you pointers on your stance and how to aim and shit- and he's such a sweetheart about it.

Like if you miss he claps and grabs the ball and is like "oh, good try! Let's do it again, but a little bit more like this-" and shows you how to do it and adjusts you to be right.

But he's genuinely so nice about his critiques and is so sweet and is painfully and obliviously so into you and stares at your lips a lot and-

Putmeincoach

Oh my god hold on

Y'all does he have like a "call me coach" thing???

You call him coach as a tease and he smiles and shakes his head and puts his hands on his hips.

.......... Call him that in front of the team and he gets majorly flustered.

I might need to write some suggestive shit on this topic later. This is like all I got for right now. I'm only thinking dirty shit uh-

#trey parker #baseketball #joe cooper #trey parker x reader #trey parker x male reader #joe cooper x reader #joe cooper x male reader #joe cooper thoughts #baseketball x reader #baseketball x male reader #matt stone #matt stone x reader #doug remer #doug remer x reader #doug remer x male reader #trey parker and matt stone

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bloodpen-to-paper · 8 months ago

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Review Blurbs: Deadpool and Wolverine

Is this late as shit? Yes. Am I sorry? Yes. Is there a point to this part of the post? Probably not.

--General Thoughts--

-If there's one thing Deadpool does best, its their music montage openers. I was jamming out so hard to the "Bye Bye Bye" sequence, it's the best gag of the DP movies imo

-Aspect of the movie I didn't think I'd like as much as I did was the music score. Both the featured songs and most surprisingly the original score were hype (big budget productions like MCU works aren't really known for their soundtracks save for central themes and they haven't been getting me as much since Portals in Endgame, but the LFG theme absolutely fucks). Props to DP for always going out of its way to do fun stuff with the scores like with Holy Shit Balls in DP 2

-It warmed my heart when all the people Wade had met were there for his surprise party. And how he carried their picture and said he only had 9 people in his life but those 9 people were his world. Most emotional part of the movie for me personally

-Bringing in Johnny Storm instead of Cap was fucking genius. When he said "flame on" and shot into the air just like the old days? 10/10 Welcome back Mr. Storm

-I was tweaking the hell out when Elektra, Blade, Gambit and Laura came in omg I don't care if its lazy fan pandering I'm the fan being pandered to and I fucking love character cameos (fuck Twitter for spoiling the Gambit cameo for me but at least the rest were a surprise)

-Blade going "there's only one Blade and will only ever be one" and DP looking straight into the camera... nice (Blade is getting a movie in 2025 for those who didn't know)

-Someone on the Deadpool writer's team really likes Juggernaut. Like really likes Juggernaut. Good for them

-I'm wondering how many people were confused by the appearance of Lady Deadpool (never in all my years did I think we'd get her on the big screen, hell yeah)

-The storyline was more consistent and interesting than I thought it would be, DP fucking around with the TVA and the Void was not something I expected (and him using the "worst" Wolverine to save his timeline was actually really sweet and a compelling plot point for this new Logan)

-The humor was also great, my expectations for Marvel works have been pretty low for a while so this really was an awesome surprise for how much I enjoyed it

-I hate retcons unless there's a really damn good reason so I'm glad they kept that the Logan Wolverine is dead (the bit of DP finding his skeleton and throwing a tantrum was great)

-There were issues with some of the emotional beats but the ones that hit really had that Marvel touch that I've missed, especially when Nova was in Logan's mind and suddenly made the voices in his head cut off into dead silence, I got chills (very Multiverse of Madness-esque, I loved it)

-I've seen people shouting it out and yeah they're right, we finally got practical effects! I'm glad the movie committed to costuming and practical effects instead of CGI (CGI can be great but Marvel has really been lacking). And eventually Wolverine's classic suit actually grew on me, the yellow from him and DP's red compliment each other really well visually (long live the ketchup and mustard duo)

-"You got the wrong guy" "You were always the wrong guy... 'till you weren't" god this line... this is what I expect out of a Wolverine plotline, and it shows how much of an influence Logan had on Laura. This really felt like a love letter to Wolverine

-I love Jennifer Garner and I'm so glad she got to play Elektra and give a proper homage to the character, as well as Tatum's Gambit and the og Blade (you don't understand I am obsessed with this Elektra what is it about Marvel girls in red help me)

-Also adored them getting Wesley Snipes back for Blade to pay him homage, his performance really felt like a man out of time when he played Blade exactly as he did in 1998, and it gave a certain nostalgic feeling even for someone like me who didn't watch the og Blade (I believe the word is "anemoia"). Hard to describe but it felt special, you don't get the chance to pull off something like this in cinema too often and I'm very happy they pulled it off here

-The actors knocked it out of the fucking park. I forgot how much I loved Ryan Reynold's DP since it isn't always comic accurate but holy shit this movie made me fall in love all over again, and Hugh Jackman killed it as always (the scene where he put his head up to Wade's gun was phenomenal). Chris Evans' Johnny Storm was almost jarring from how long its been since he was cemented as Captain America lmao but the man's still got it, Rob Delaney as Mr. Paradox was very fun to watch, Emma Corrin had an insane amount of facial control for Cassandra Nova, and Jennifer Garner actually stole my fucking heart with Elektra

-LAURAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. I love Laura Kinney so much holy shit was I happy to see her here. They did her so well, she's matured a lot and was wise enough to get through to Logan and tell him what he needed to hear, while also being just as aggressively feral in combat as she was in Logan because who is Laura Kinney if not someone who shouts war cries before slicing a dude's ankles off? (and the sunglasses, girl I hadn't even thought about those). The details show how much care they put into paying homage to Laura and doing her justice, probably the best written character in the movie for me next to the literal main characters. She was different, and grown up, but still so Laura, the same rowdy kid we loved in Logan. So happy to see my not-so-little devil child back in action <3

-The car scene.

-Genuinely curious about the increase in search results for the Honda Odyssey and if sales were affected after this movie, if anyone finds that data get back to me

-The scene where Wade meets Dogpool/Mary Puppins and she's licking his mouth and you think he's allowing it cause he's distracted and then a moment later he opens his mouth more and you realize he's very aware there is a dog shoving its tongue in his mouth and he lets it happen cause he's a goddamn freak while keeping eye contact with Nicepool the entire time had me fucking cackling (its some gross humor that hits for me)

-DP introducing Logan all nervously to Blind Al was... an interesting choice. Very heterosexual of them.

-Deadpool throwing in an "I'm genderblind" joke went over so many people's heads

-The credits montage was so damn sweet. For some reason the MCU seems to hate the X-Men and the clips made me feel like the people behind this movie really cared for the old Marvel properties (Elektra, Blade, and especially the X-Men). It got me when they started showing Fantastic Four, X-Men and First Class BTS footage, those were some of the first Marvel movies I ever watched and First Class was what really got me into the X-Men, it made me really happy seeing flashes of it all <3

-The MCU will never be Earth-616 GIVE IT UP FEIGE

--Criticisms--

-Tonally and structurally, the movie was kind of all over the place (not horrifically so, but the structure definitely could've been better). They put a lot of time into character cameos, some of which weren't necessary (sorry Sabretooth)

-Certain emotional moments would abruptly cut off into the next scene and it was very jarring (the moment when DP is pouring his heart to Logan at the TVA felt rushed, as did multiple other moments)

-They ran the meta jokes into the fucking ground, I would've made them more sparse so it didn't lose its flavor. I love a good fourth wall break but they overdid it (DP headbutting the camera and the withered remains of the Fox logo were great bits, but after that the jokes kept happening and it lost its effect)

-Nicepool was... meh. Felt like his bit overstayed its welcome and then I was just bored (though I did laugh at "The Proposal")

-I realize the humor parts that didn't hit for me were when the movie overdid a certain bit, if they kept it in moderation it would've landed better for people who aren't the biggest on DP's style of humor imo. Not all the humor hit for me, but more of it hit than I expected so cheers to that

-Some of the fight choreography felt a bit bland, and others were hard to keep track of cause of how fast-paced it was. Thankfully there were multiple fight scenes and some were great so it wasn't the worst issue, but this is a Marvel action movie so it does stand out to me when its off

-Gambit felt off to me and I think its cause Channing Tatum was so focused on getting the Cajun accent down his acting was a bit stiff, no hate to him cause that shit's hard but its a lesson in how putting on accents can really affect your acting ability (British actors who do other accents have to study and practice for years)

-Cassandra Nova was... interesting. Not sure why Marvel leaned so goddamn hard into the "creepy woman who eerily taunts you" trope because that very much is a trope and it can be very annoying (*cough cough* male writers *cough cough*). She was most fascinating when she acted like an actual person and outside of that she felt very tropey, I would've wanted more personality

-In lieu of the above, I was heavily disappointed with how Cassandra's arc went. When she let DP and Logan go and got the info from Pyro about the Time Rippers, I really thought they were building her up to be a big villain down the line (and we'd see her in other MCU properties, maybe something with Dr. Strange or Wanda, or even a way to introduce more X-Men). She became more morally gray in the second act and I thought we'd have a interesting and complex anti-hero/villain but then they reverted her back to her prior trope and killed her off by the third act. Hugely wasted potential and given how dirty they did Wanda it left a shit taste in my mouth for the MCU's female antagonists (especially considering how well done Sylvie was in Loki)

-Hate how they did Vanessa. Her character motivations were inconsistent from the previous movies, and it felt like the writers didn't know where to go with her and DP yet keep making the them a couple. Vanessa and Wade not lasting because of his immortality is interesting, it could've made for a very impactful lesson on how you need to enjoy what you have and fight for it even if it won't last, with DP finding community among a fellow regenerative hero (Logan), but they just didn't go anywhere with that. And the breakup was meant to be a huge thing for Wade to try and want to be better but it feels unearned when Vanessa just... gets back with him? Cause he saved the world? It's very "get the girl" with no thought to how or why Vanessa would've changed her mind and its fucking annoying. Alternatively, Wade fighting tooth and nail to save Vanessa and her not getting back with him but them rekindling their friendship like Eddie did with Anne in Venom could've been such a great display of men and women bonding despite a lack of romance, but the movie decided to do the most lazy comphet shit possible and give Vanessa no character to make her get back with Wade

-And another thing Wade failing to get into the Avengers because he wanted to keep Vanessa from breaking up with him and Happy not being convinced could've been a phenomenal message on how motivations need to be about wanting better for yourself to do actual good in the world but then it never happened

-Not to mention it pissed me off when the movie made such a stance on how Wade's whole world was his friends and he'd do anything to save them, yet had his entire motivation towards the end being just to save Vanessa (his whole fucking montage when he was getting anti-mattered was about Vanessa and no one else). What happened to Blind Al? Peter? Negasonic and Yukio? Colossus? They just not as important anymore cause they're not a romance option? Fuck off Marvel.

-I noticed the distinct lack of intimacy between Negasonic and Yukio and before anyone whines, no its not necessary to have explicit intimacy for them to be a romantic pairing, but for the love of god use your braincells cause I know for a damn fact they never kiss or anything so its easy for the censorship countries to translate them as just being friends. Disney is goddamn spineless and I swear to god every problem I have with this movie can be traced back to them

-I feel like a Deadpool movie is quite literally the one movie they can afford to make a joke when it comes to you-know-who from the first movie but I'm sure they had their reasons

-Felt like Logan's backstory and guilty complex was built up a lot just to have it be that he wasn't around when the X-Men got killed cause he was drinking, kind of a disappointing payoff (I think it could've worked, just wasn't feeling it much from this execution)

-Would've liked more scenes with Deadpool's loved ones throughout the movie, they had so little screen time it kinda fell flat when they were brought up as motivation for Wade. We're supposed to rely on the previous movies to show us why they matter but even sequels need some basis as a stand-alone, or there would be absolutely no reason to watch it if you haven't watched the others

--Final Thoughts--

Overall, great movie. The issues I had with it didn't take away from my enjoyment, and if anything the reason I have so many criticisms is because I was so invested to begin with. I thoroughly enjoyed it the whole way through, Deadpool and Wolverine was every bit as gimmicky and campy in the best ways that you'd expect from a DP movie, and I'd highly recommend it for anyone that wants a bit of gratuitous action and a good time.

#review blurbs #deadpool and wolverine #deadpool and wolverine spoilers #marvel #marvel comics #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #structurally I'd give it a 5/10 or 6/10 #but as a whole it deserves at least a 7 or 8

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