#avengers resistance

[premamelody]

THE END OF ME

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[short-wooloo]

Apparently today is the day MLP: Friendship is Magic premiered 14 years ago

Now I never watched the show before I ended up sitting down with my little cousin and doing so, but it's wild to me the longevity of the show, it transcended eras

When MLP: FIM premiered its contemporaries were Star Wars The Clone Wars, Young Justice, Transformers Prime, Regular Show, Adventure Time, Ben 10 Ultimate Alien, Avengers Eearth's Mightiest Heroes, Scooby-Doo Mystery Incorporated, Phineas and Ferb, Batman the Brave and the Bold, etc

And when it ended, it's contemporaries were Amphibia, Gen: Lock, Harley Quinn, Infinity Train, Rick and Morty, Rise of the TMNT, She-Ra and the Princesses of Power, Star Wars Resistance, Transformers Cyberverse, Ducktales (2017), RWBY, Ninjago, The Amazing World of Gumball, Ben 10 (2016), etc

Not only that, but it also outlived a number of shows that released after it premiered, like Steven Universe, Ben 10 Omniverse, Voltron Legendary Defender, Gravity Falls, TMNT (2012), The Legend of Korra, Transformers Robots in Disguise (2015), Star Wars Rebels, etc some of which being successors/sequels to shows it was originally airing alongside (Star Wars The Clone Wars-Star Wars Rebels, Transformers Prime-Transformers RID2015, Ben 10 Ultimate Alien-Ben 10 Omniverse)

[nanakorobiyaokii]

HAITHAM HE’S JUST ASKING IF YOU’RE OKAY CHILL YOU MF😭😭😭

[joanofexys]

about to get back into fic writing to write the daredevil x avengers crossover of my dreams where there’s genuine rumors abt Matt being the literal devil, no one knows he’s blind which just feeds into it, and both he and Peter get to be badass

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Resistance I

A Dystopian AU. Please don’t ask how much there’s gonna be. I’m not sure. But I might add more characters/readers if there’s interest.

Warnings: Violence, dark elements, tags to be added as we progress, tags will not be exhaustive so be wary.

Summary: A part of the underground, you fall into the hands of the authority you seek to derail.

Character: Bucky Barnes

Note: I always love feedback in any form so don’t be shy. Thank you for reading and for all your support. 💗

Inspire by the LEWK.

“I don’t understand,” Sparrow whispers, “they should’ve signaled by now.”

You put your finger to your lips, urging patience as a slat of moonlight shines down your face. She frowns, the way she does when she has something to say. Hound moves quietly around her, placing a hand on your shoulder. He taps in code. ‘Five and we go.’

You nod and hold up five fingers, showing them to the others; Cardinal and Fido gesture from the door. You shift and hook the strap of your rifle around your shoulder, sidling away from the silver beam. You feel along your hip, the long hunting knife sheathed in thick leather against your cargo pants, layered over wool leggings.

A sudden screaming tears through the air, followed by a distant hiss as blue light flashes in the night, fizzling out before you can make it to the window. 

“Shit,” you breathe and hold up a fist, shaking it. Evacuate.

Rifles click and clatter, fabric rustles, and boots scrape and scuff. You turn and follow the line of bodies into the hallways, an explosion shaking the foundation as the walls shed clouds of dust. You pull the bandana over your face as you cough.

“You know the exit plan,” you holler as you turn and point your rifle down the hall, “Hound, take lead.”

You walk backwards as you listen to the scuffle of your squad behind you, moving with them as you keep the barrel aimed. You step over errant debris and keep your eyes squinted against the plaster that laces the air dryly. There’s gunfire below.

“Breach!” Hound hollers back and you point through the closest doorway.

“Rope, repel,” you order as you stand back, waiting for the other to stream in ahead of you. Cardinal takes watch with you at the doorway.

You cover each end of the hall, back to back with a view of the room in your peripheral. The frame of the window scrapes as Hound and Fido work quickly to secure the ground and get the rope knotted. Sparrow’s first out, Hound whistles as he swings his leg out and follows.

“Lynx, Cardinal,” he rasps before he disappears below the ledge.

“Up here!” Voice come from the stairs and you ready yourself to fire.

“Card, you go fir–”

A rattle of gun fire surprises you and sends Cardinals weight into your back. You swear as he nearly crushes you and his body slumps down beside you. You dodge into the room before the next peel of bullets can rip through you. You turn back and stare at your comrades corpse, the warm streak of blood seeping down to your scalp.

You waste no time as you spin and cross the room. You grab onto the rope as you shoulder your rifle and turn to reverse through the window. You hear the boots crushing through the scraps. You don’t have time. 

You swing the rifle around and put the butt to your shoulder. First shot, hit. Second, third, hit, hit. As they regroup, you hurry to the window frame and toss your gun through. No time. You hurl yourself through, gloves burning down the rope as you descend into the air, catching at the bottom with a nasty jerk in your shoulders.

You look around and scramble to grab your rifle. Your squad is gone. That’s the plan. Trouble means run. Rendezvous at the checkpoint. You keep your gun before you, barrel across your torso as you set off into a trot. Another shout.

You dive behind the brick, a wisp tickling your cheek as you narrowly avoid a shot. Fuck. They’re close. Headlights shine in your direction as you hear an engine. And well stocked. You carry on toward the rear of the building.

Shit, shit, shit, more headlights there.

You stop and look around. Up the metal ladder, into the next building. Take them for a chase. You’ve done it before. Screw it, it’s your only option. You sling the strap of the rifle across your chest and jump to grab the bottom rung. You grunt as you raise yourself up with only your arms. As you bend your knee to get a foothold, your other ankle is grabbed from below.

You kick and your accoster in the shoulder. They don’t release you. You try again and the jolt you with a startling force from the ladder. You fall with an unrestrained cry and land on your back. You wheeze as it knocks the air out of you.

You roll and grasp at your chest and throat as you try to force a breath out. The shadow bends over you, unclasping the strap of your rifle before kicking it away. Fucker.

You heave in a painful gasp and reach for your belt. You unsheathe the long hunting knife and slash at the figure’s obscured leg. The distant shine of the headlights aids your aim but you miss as they sidestep your attempt. Your next attempt is kicked out of your hand before the thick tread lands on your chest, pinning you to the frozen asphalt.

A bright glow sparks from down the alley, illuminating the silhouette of the man’s long black jacket. 

“Sir?” The call comes from behind him.

“I’ve got it handled,” he says as he reaches under his coat. He bends, leaning his weight on his foot as he pulls out a small flashlight and flicks it on. The light blinds you for a moment before your vision clears, “look at you, doll.” 

You blink as you stare up at the man, the rings of light illuminating his sharp features. You know him by sight. Bucky Barnes, Consul of the East Sector, one third of the Triumvirate. A cog in the machine you swore to break.

He clicks his tongue, the noise deepening the dimple in his stubbled cheek, “Lynx the Mynx. We meet at last.”

[ganymedesclock]

[Wild Hunter & Blaster] [Mechanic & Battlemage]

"I need to play the Blaster" I say, playing both Xenon and Demon Slayer instead

[tortinhamuffin111]

Hey, those are some drawnings that i made muself, took a long time.

[404pagenotavailable]

btw im watching the rdj dr doom reveal again. if you even care

[violent138]

*cough cough* Good for you Steve *cough*

[deafblindshorty]

You know, I just realized that if they don't recast Kang and introduce a new villain, Moon Knight has even LESS chance of making an appearance in an Avengers movie or any of the MCU movies going forward. Because MK did not interact or fight with any of the Avengers villains (I think the closest he came was burning down Doom's house or something). Khonshu was an Avengers villain, but that comic was wildly unpopular, so I doubt they'd go in that direction.

Which also means that MK will really be put on a bus. Moon Knight would be the Star Wars Resistance of Marvel (No resolution to some plots, barely referenced anywhere else. Ironically, Oscar Isaac starred in both!). That makes me sad. I'm sad now.

[tornrose24]

Awhile ago I watched a let’s play of Square’s Avengers. One of the things I liked was Kamala’s relationships with the Avengers, but especially with Bruce, who was basically like a second dad to her. So I decided to draw my own Kamala/Ms. Marvel with @artistcaptainbendy‘s Bruce (and Hulk). She likes sloths, the Avengers, and Captain Marvel.

Complete with a bonus Carol/Captain Marvel, Goose (or Chewie if you prefer), and Jimmy Woo.

[nobuverse]

"See that? That's my 'I took your ultimate to face and lived' grin, Zeus! EAT IT!"

[raurquiz]

#happybirthday #tobyjones #actor #arnimzola #captainamerica #firstavenger #wintersoldier #AgentCarter #whatif #tinkertailorsoldierspy #thehungergames #themist #harrypotter #TheDarkCrystal #AgeofResistance #JurassicWorld #FallenKingdom #WaywardPines #SnowWhiteandtheHuntsman

[izolyn]

I feel like the biggest problem with FGO’s gameplay is like

ever since the introduction of break bars, enemies have been getting more and more powerful tools, many of which are specifically designed to counter the player’s most powerful tools

but the players rarely, if ever, get any new tools of their own to counter this, nor do their existing tools get improved to compensate for the things that don’t work anymore, and even when new tools are introduced the nature of gacha means their availability is awful in a way that’s rarely if ever resolved

So, for example, I was just doing the Tunguska Main Interlude (because I need quartz). The Surtr fight in Tunguska has an effect on the first break bar that inflicts buff block for three turns. This buff block is unremovable, which means that not only can you not cleanse it with debuff cleanse, it also bypasses debuff immunity. You have dedicated tools to deal with debuffs, but they all arbitrarily just don’t work. But you also can’t do anything using debuffs, because Surtr is completely debuff immune as a permanent, unremovable buff and you don’t get to bypass that the way enemies do.

For three turns almost your entire toolkit is just gone and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. It doesn’t also have buff removal, so any previous buffs you still had remain, but you aren’t allowed to react to anything new that happens, three turns is enough for basically every buff in the game to expire, and you’re spending the whole time getting hammered by AoE attacks.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Resistance IV

A Dystopian AU. Please don’t ask how much there’s gonna be. I’m not sure. But I might add more characters/readers if there’s interest.

Warnings: Violence, torture, blood, gore, dark elements, tags to be added as we progress, tags will not be exhaustive so be wary.

Summary: A part of the underground, you fall into the hands of the authority you seek to derail.

Character: Bucky Barnes

Note: I always love feedback in any form so don’t be shy. Thank you for reading and for all your support. 💗

Inspire by the LEWK.

You wheeze and puff as Bucky drops another fingernail onto the floor. Blood leaks from the barren beds, throbbing and searing in agony. Your hands shake as you're restrained by the thick cuffs attached to the armrests. You grit your teeth and roll your eyes against the hot tears.

"I'm not stupid, Lynx," he snarls as he bends to press his lips to the side of your head, "I know those idiots have moved by now. You don't tell me where they planned on going. You tell me the safehouse. Right now."

"Go... fuck...yourself," you sneer as you rip your head aways from him.

He snorts and twirls the long tweezers in his hand, gripping them in his metal fist. He drives the tip into your naked nailbed, and you shriek. The pain flowers through your tendons and sets fire to your veins. You quake in the chair and let your voice rip from your chest. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He twists it, "tell me where."

You grunt and let it roll against your teeth. He scoffs and pulls back the sharp point, tossing the tool away from him. He turns and takes another from the tray, a pair of silver scissors. You shiver as he holds them up and refocus, looking past him to the two men on the platform, sitting in their thrones. You won't tell. You can't.

Bucky moves into your sight as he slides the blades up your sleeve. He cuts through the layers to your shoulders and across to the collar. The scissors slice through the fabric noisily. You blow out through your nose and brace yourself. He strips away your clothing, little by little, until you're completely bare and quivering.

He looks down at you, eyes scouring you from head to toe. He expects you to cower. Expects you to dissolve before him. You won't let yourself.

"This doesn't have to go any further," he warns as he presses the scissors to your neck lightly, "I can show mercy."

You lower your head and shake it slowly. He sighs and lets the tip cut into your skin before rescinding it. He drops it to clatter on the tray and signals with his hand. He grabs a clump of your hair and forces your head back as he stretches out his other arm. He's brought as large jug that he hovers over you.

"Tell me now."

You swallow and say nothing. He tuts and angles the pitcher to your nose. He pours it, keeping your head tilted even as your muscles fight to sit up. You choke on the water as it floods your nostrils and throat. You cough and gag and he eases up again.

"Go on."

You spit up a mouthful towards him and he growls. He pours morez a steady stream that suffocates you, frigid water that chills you to the core. You croak and sputter as your writhe against your restraints.

"Come on, doll," he stops again, "I'm listening."

You glare at him, heaving but silent. His nose flares and he starts again. Another flood smothers you until you're dizzy. He empties the jug and watches you.

"Lynx…"

You cough and hack before you catch your breath. "Fuck y–"

He swings the pitcher and smashes it into your face. You feel the crunch in your nose as a split forms in the skin along your cheekbone. You groan and reel as the jug flies across the room and hits the floor loudly, bouncing and rolling to a stop.

"You're a tough little minx," he turns back to the tray and drags his fingertips along the edge.

He clucks and reaches to brush his beard, lingering on the grey patch by his chin. He shrugs and chuckles as he faces you again. He rests his hand on his belt and grasps the handle of the long knife there. His fingers fit perfectly in the grip.

He slides it from the sheath and admires the silver blade, "I find the best way is the old fashioned one."

He holds the knife in front of you, pointing it towards your chest. He trails the edge down your stomach lightly. He's taunting you.

He pushes the blade firm and splits the skin down your thigh, slowly cutting to the knee. You hiss as the blood beads around the incision and stains the silver. Your toes curl and you keep from balling your stripped fingers.

He shifts the direction of the blade, cutting across, then back up. He raises the knife and smirks at it. Then his eyes flick up to meet yours.

"Oh, Lynx, this could've been over," he purrs and puts the knife flat, gliding the edge along the bottom of the incision.

He pushes the skin up and starts to peel. You feel the flesh separate from muscle and cry out. The agony is unlike anything you've ever felt before. It consumes you completely.

Your vision flashes white and the blood courses through your veins like fire. Your voice rises and rises beyond your control. You can't think as the torment crawls up your leg.

"The Ridge!" You exclaim, "The Ridge. Please! I can't–"

The flames recede but cinders still singe at your leg. Your head lolls as you gulp down air, your face wet from the years you could not contain. Your body is not your own, it is at the mercy of the pain, at his mercy.

"What was that?" Bucky steps back, moving to let the other two men get a glimpse. You see how they lean forward, enraptured by the scene.

"The Ridge. That's… the safe house." You begin to sob, overcome not only by the agony but by your own weakness.

You broke. You told him. You told them. You sold out the others. Those you swore your life to.

"You can kill me know," you shudder as you let your head fall back, "please."

Bucky grins and shows you the bloodied blade. He brings it to your throat and you close your eyes. You're ready. There's nothing left. A rat like you deserves to die.

"On second thought," he draws away and his shadow shifts, your eyelids parting to watch him turn around, "gentlemen, do you mind if I play with this one a bit longer?" He snickers and faces you again, "she's too much fun."

[sadpoeticandgay]

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you heard me