#i accidentally made scott look like a villain :/

[badtimeswithghost]

Warning!

Eyestrain? And spoilers of wild life ep4

IS THAT A WILL WOOD REFERENCE? Yes....

This came to me in a vision

I'm going feral :3

Probably gonna properly colour later :p

[jyrinestories08]

My only rant about the fnaf movie is the stupid vanessa plot twist

I don’t care if you think “but it’s interesting” NO IT’S NOT INTERESTING

THIS MOVIE FELT LIKE VANESSA IS TAKING OVER MIKE’S PART AND STORY

MIKE SHOULD BE THE ONE WHO FACES WILLIAM, YES THERE ARE SOME SCENE WHERE HE IS FIGHTING HIM BUT VANESSA SOMEHOW TAKES THE SCENE AND MAKE IT HER OWN

I JUST HATE THIS, I HATE THE “VANESSA IS WILLIAM’S DAUGHTER” BECAUSE IT’S SO STUPID INCLUDING THE “IS VANESSA AN AFTON” THEORY BEFORE THIS BECAUSE VANESSA IN THE GAMES DOESN’T NEED TO BE CONNECTED TO THE PREVIOUS GAMES AND HELP WANTED AND SECURITY BREACH DOESN’T NEED CONNECTION ALSO

“But what about glitchtrap🥺👉👈”

Glitchtrap is not william afton, yes he has the same look but he has a different model and different abilities to springbonnie. And don’t you dare search glitchtrap’s characteristics on google because ALL OF THOSE ARE FAKE, GLITCHTRAP IS A GLITCHY-VIRUS-MIMIC, HE’S NOT A RANDOM CHARACTER WHO IS NOT CANON IN THE FNAF GAMES HE IS JUST A DIFFERENT CHARACTER WITH NO RELATION TO SPRINGTRAP BECAUSE THAT JERK IS DEAD, WE DON’T NEED TO BRING BACK AFTON BECAUSE IF THEY BRING BACK AFTON THEN THE HELP WANTED TO SECURITY BREACH WILL LOOK LIKE HOLLYWOOD SEQUEL BAITING ON HORROR MOVIES WHEN SOME OF THE VILLAINS ARE ALREADY DEAD

AND MIKE BEING WILLIAM’S SON IN THE MOVIE WOULD’VE BEEN SO MUCH MORE BETTER BECAUSE THEY HAVE A STRONG DYNAMIC IN THE GAMES, THE RIVALRY IS INTERESTING AND IT REALY SHOWS THAT MICHAEL IS NOT THE PROBLEM, IT’S WILLIAM. Yes he did killed his brother but it was confirmed that the reason his dynamic with the crying child and yes he did accidentally killed him but it shows that mike has so much regret about his brothers death and then finds out that the animatronics are deadly

But this movie, william somehow knows mike’s name and mike’s brother even though he doesn’t even know him, how the heck did he decided to kidnap a young boy who he doesn’t even know. What the heck is this writing

This movie has so much build up of mike’s connection with William but decided to pick vanessa as the child that it makes william a total nobody to mike, i hate the vanessa plot twist, i hate it that mike is so sidelined by vanessa, i hate this plot twist, i hate it

“Oh but it’s just an AU so it’s not connected to the games”

I hate this stupid excuse because there are some changes that I am fascinated about, it’s the one that Abby is not William’s daughter even though in the games she’s elizabeth afton but it’s interesting to make her not related to william because she got more care about her father in the games and books and she wasn’t get that much mention on fnaf4, well yes it’s just one mention but it made feeling not important before sister location so in this movie we can see how she interacts with her “not really father” but gets more care about her brother mike and that great and that’s the thing that works as an alternative universe to the games but with mike and garret(movie version of the crying child), who has more story and character in the games and William’s story but not being related to him in the movie, it’s just so frustratingly bad because the crying child’s connection with William is so interesting but this movie doesn’t address on why did William kidnap him and killed him in the first place when he doesn’t even know him

And if you people are saying that I am talking trash about Scott cawthon and the blumhouse team, no, I don’t hate them, i respect them, i don’t want to waste a movie who has so much delayed controversies and the good practical effects of the animatronics, and i love the cast’s so much.

I love josh hutcherson as mike

I love elizabeth lail as vanessa

And I of course , i am super loving matthew lillard’s performance as William afton because i really do miss him as stu macher

And I love Scott’s work on the movie but I just don’t know why did he decided a character who is supposed to warn mike about the pizzeria because she had nightmares about it when she was young but somehow makes the child of a killer who has more that just one child

It doesn’t makes vanessa feeling like she was going to be the main character even though she isn’t, it would’ve been better if Vanessa in the movie was a child apprentice of william other than a stupid daughter, because in the games vanessa was just manipulated/controlled by glitchtrap and that could’ve been more better if William was just manipulating vanessa when she was young

And my theory is that I don’t think Vanessa in this movie is related to william because she seems like a child from a different family and then william somehow decided to kidnap and raise her as an apprentice

I’ll make a backstory fanfic of how william became the villain or how does vanessa became an apprentice soon I guess if I can

So yeah that’s my rant and theory about the movie, and don’t put a “oh but for me” because I am so annoyed by those because it made people acting like the original source doesn’t exist or they just ignore everything for no reason, it’s like a toxic friend who understands their victim friend even though they just rolled their eyes and thinking that they understand

But I hope people will understand this because I wanna move on my hatred about the twist when I’m writing this essay but I hope I am now a changed person already after that trauma I had with the twist

See you soon :)

[84reedsy]

The Mentorship, Part 10

The Mentorship

Characters: Curt Hennig/FemOC , Scott Hall/FemOC

Part 10 of ? (Parts not chapters, parts length varies)

Word Count: 4069

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part8 Part 9

Warnings/Considerations: Smut, Age Gap, Power Dynamics, Dirty Talk, swearing

There were a number of questions vollied at them when they showed up at the arena. Kevin grilled Scott, and if Brinkley wasn't mistaken,  seemed like he had been up with worry all night. He glared at Brinkley from afar multiple times.  She took the hint to avoid him.  She still wasn't happy with what he'd pulled, but she was much less upset than before. 

She had to assume that Scott had fucked a lot of the frustration right out of her. 

She wondered if Kevin could perhaps sniff out what was going on or what had happened last night.  Maybe he felt as if she was moving in on Scott and he didn't want to share his best friend. 

“BRINK,” Curt snapped his fingers in her face.

She jolted and pulled herself out of her own thoughts. 

“What??” She responded,  irritated at being interrupted.

“Get your ass moving, we're up next,” he motioned for her to move quicker, “get out of la-la-land,” he snapped at her with his hand towel. 

“Geez, alright alright!” She snipped, rubbing the stinging flesh on her thigh before she went back to lacing up her boots. She was relieved when Page agreed to let her interfere more physically. It was only a house show,  but it was still important to her.

Page was still the face, but Brinkley heard more cheers than normal as she and Curt entered. They still had plenty of opposing fans to ridicule down the walkway.

“You're about to turn,” Curt said into her ear while they walked to the ring, “I can tell,”

Brinkley wasn't sure what to think.  She'd always been the villain, it had been an escape for the idyllic, sheltered existence she'd left behind her. She hadn't expected this response. 

“But I don't wanna,” she pouted, playing into her whiny role. Curt cupped her face as they stood by the ring apron. 

“You'll be alright, baby girl, just let me handle it,” he assured her with a wink. 

She didn't know if his response was kayfabe or real.  She'd have to find out after the match.  For now she was focused on having to sell a Diamond Cutter finishing move.  

She interfered and because of that was “accidentally” given the move.  As she lay on the mat, she heard the crowd murmur and then boo Page.  Curt suplexed him for the win.  

He checked on her to make sure she was really alright,  then pulled her out of the ring.  She pretended to come-to enough to walk with his assistance.

“You're welcome,” Page said, coming in from the ring.

“For what?” She asked, “I'm the one that made you  look good,” she stuck her tongue out playfully.

“I'm the one that put you over,” he looked at her and Curt knowingly.

“But I -” she started,  but was shut down by Curt.

“We are going to have to workshop her character,” Curt said,  knowing Page was involved with Creative, “She needs to start working matches during house shows.”

Brinkley didn't argue with others around. She knew how disrespectful it would come across to second-guess Curt in front of everyone. She knew things had to be done a certain way.  That was a ‘day one’ thing Curt had taught her. 

She waited until they were in the car before she spoke up. 

“But am I really ready to be a face?” She questioned,  definitely not confident in the idea yet. 

“I think it's a good time for you to try,” he said with all the confidence.

“Scott,” she whined, hoping he'd side with her.

“Hey,  I'm for it,” he looked back at her somewhat apologetic, “Me and Kev are gonna bring you in with us. I can't complain.”

“What?!” She looked between them both several times,  “when was this discussed?”

“Doll, your first day here,” Scott said, remembering back to her shy introduction, “I called dibs on you,”

Brinkley wanted to be upset, but thinking about Scott wanting to have her from day one gave her a smug satisfaction.

“Are you staying with Kev tonight?” She asked, ignoring the awkward feeling of Curt hearing everything. 

“Probably…” Scott said, feeling a heavy disappointment.

“Jesus, for fuck's sake,” Curt rolled his eyes, “I'll go to the bar and you two have the room for a few hours. Just don't break any of the furniture.” He warned. 

Scott looked back at her with a wicked smirk. 

“No promises. Right, Brink?”

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Curt sat at a table, empty whiskey glasses in front of him. He was relieved that Brinkley was interested in Scott. However, she’d become such a part of his everyday, that he wondered what separation would look like. He couldn’t stop thinking about what may be going on in the hotel room he was paying for. 

He didn’t know what irritated him more, the fact that he was thinking about that, or Kevin’s indirect line of questioning. He seemed to fare similarly when his right-hand person was M.I.A.

“So, what you’re saying is we’re going to end up with her, but you are still gonna be her trainer?” Kevin asked, pondering the idea. At this point, he was a significant voice on the creative team. If he was on board, it wouldn’t likely be necessary to convince anyone else. 

“Yeah, pretty much, she might need to transition to another trainer at some point like we all did, but probably not just yet. Kowalski did a good job with Chyna, but she’d have to take some time off,” Curt mused aloud. 

“Then she’d be off TV again for a while. If she’s getting momentum, can’t do that,” Kevin took a swig looking back at the door as if expecting Scott to come waltzing through at any moment, “Maybe I’ll train her,”

Curt laughed.

“Pretty sure you’re just wanting an excuse to throw her around,” though he was amused by the suggestion, he absolutely did not think Kevin and Brinkley could coexist in that way. 

“You’re right, I don’t need her brand of headache anyway,” He shrugged off his own suggestion, “Scott could,”

Curt had honestly considered it before. He separated their positions - Curt had trained her first and the physical affection came later. Scott’s interaction with her started that way. He didn’t think there was much of a chance of Scott successfully training her at anything except being his fuck buddy. He did feel a surge of aggression when he wondered if she would call Scott ‘daddy’. 

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Brinkley tried to act completely collected as Curt readied and left for the bar. As soon as the door closed, she scrambled off the bed and to the bathroom, dolling herself up just a little. She dug through her bag, frustrated at the lack of sexy, showy options. She didn’t want to lug around an entire wardrobe, but she would need to figure out something better than this, especially if she wanted to make an impression.

A set of quick raps on the door made her forget that problem. She opened it and Scott stood on the other side of it, his arm leaning on the doorway. 

“Evening,” His slight smile and downward gaze gave away his intentions immediately. She felt stupid for giggling, but the noise rose out of her unintentionally. 

“How nice of you to drop by,” She stepped aside, inviting him in, “Can I get you anything,” She sarcastically offered in her best hostess impression.

“Yeah, your pussy full of my tongue,” He shut the door behind him and quickly yanked his shirt off. He knew they’d have a few hours, but he intended to fill them as much as would her. 

Brinkley liked his direct method. It left no guessing about what he wanted. She felt small and helpless as he stalked towards her and she liked it. She backed up until the back of her knees hit the bed, letting gravity sit her on the edge of it. Before she could scoot back any farther, he grabbed ahold of one of her ankles and yanked on the legs of her pants, slipping them from her easily. She bit her lip as he still approached her, crawling across the bed now. 

When her back hit the headboard, he closed in on her. His fingers gripped around the lacy hem of her panties and yanked them down, effectively ripping the side seam out. She gasped, the proof of his brute strength made her sex throb. 

Her knees were closed, but his hand slid between them, allowing him to crawl between her slowly opening legs. She had a small twinge of uncertainty at someone new in such an intimate space, but the moment his tongue darted across her sensitive clit, her eyes fluttered closed and she forgot any inhibition that previously existed.

Scott hummed against the sweet taste of her juices that painted his tongue as he licked a trail up and down her slit. He moved slowly, savoring her and listening to the sounds it elicited from her. He wanted her to enjoy this; he wanted her craving him. He wanted her to be desperate for more. 

Brinkley could barely handle leaving her eyes open to see Scott’s head slowly bobbing between her thighs. She could feel his rough stubble against her pussy lips and it felt even better than she’d imagined. As his tongue slowly circled her clit, she felt the tingles building, rolling her hips ever so slightly. His tongue slipped down though, teasing the edge of her aching entrance, building a different kind of tingle. She felt herself drawing close again only for him to switch his focus.

Scott laughed to himself as she squirmed more and more underneath him. She was fun to tease. She didn’t seem to know he was doing so on purpose yet, making her longing whimpers like music to his ears. He suckled her clit now, letting two fingers slip into her needy cunt. She nearly melted into the mattress as he massaged her g-spot and wiggled his tongue across her pulsing clit. 

“Scott, god pleeeease,” She looked down at him, her thighs quivering, her body flushed with want. 

“Please what?” He looked up at her with a dark stare, his lips damp from her juices, his fingers working deeper inside of her. His feral look nearly made her cum, her sex clenching around his fingers. 

“Please let me cum,” She pleaded, enjoying the idea that he was in control of her. He seemed to appreciate her approach.

“Please let you cum, what,” He slowed his fingers, not letting her move quickly against them. 

Brinkley was stuck in his gaze, her eyes searching his. She had an idea of what he wanted her to say. After all he had been witness to her calling Curt that very thing. But for some reason, she was unsure. 

Scott could see the uncertainty on her face immediately and silently cursed himself for trying to work that wordplay in so early. He assumed that it took a while for Curt and her to develop that level. He began to retract, but she spoke first. 

“Please let me cum, sir,” She bit her lip and looked at him as innocently as she could. 

Scott took the consolation without hesitation. He pumped his fingers quicker, slipping a third in. He pressed the muscled flat of his tongue against her nub and rubbed it roughly in time with his fingers, feeling and tasting her orgasm as she pressed herself more firmly against his face.

Brinkley’s breath stalled as her voice caught in her throat. Her head thunked against the headboard as the pressure in her sex released a burning crescendo of pleasure. She gasped for breath between the quaking tremors, feeling lightheaded by the force of her orgasm. 

“Gonna have to call housekeeping for some new sheets,” His gruff voice spoke gently, still letting his fingers stroke her shuddering insides softly. 

Brinkley looked down to see a damp spot soaking the blanket below her and her cheeks burned with embarrassment. 

“That’s so hot, baby girl,” He crooned, as if knowing she was unsure, “Never done that before?” 

She shook her head, feeling better with Scott’s praise. 

“Maybe we’ll make this Curt’s bed,” She joked, her voice still trembling a little. 

“Naughty girl, I like the way you think,” Scott lifted himself up, kissing her panting mouth, letting her taste her own juices from his lips and tongue.He remembered her fervent reaction with anything on her neck and let his lips slide there next. She did not disappoint him, arching up against him as he bit and pulled the skin lightly, “Let’s see how wet you can really get it,” 

Scott plunged his fingers back in as he resisted really biting her and leaving tell tale marks that would likely draw a lot of attention. She inhaled sharply, not ready for the onslaught of his controlled but fierce ministrations. She felt tingling in her core again as she clamped down on his fingers, crying out wordlessly as she came again. 

He slid his soaked fingers from her assaulted cunt and spread the wetness up and down her slit. He looked up at her as he did, that same intense stare making her feel like she was about to be the victim of a very brutal assault. 

“Good girl,” He praised and she was sure those words alone might have soaked the bed more. She saw him fumbling with that belt again. She wondered why he even bothered putting it on. His dick was big enough to hold his pants up anyway. Her eyes fluttered closed as he leaned down and pulled the tip of her nipple with his teeth, letting it pop back just before she would have asked him to stop. The prickling pain morphed quickly into a smoldering pleasure. He did it again, letting go just as she whimpered, working the hardening bud into an aching peak. 

“If I ever hurt you…tell me,” He kissed the valley between her breasts as he made his way to the other, “I only want you to feel good with me,” His rasp inflamed and chilled her at the same time. She couldn’t help but shiver, arching again as he drew the other nipple between his teeth.

“I will,” She nearly hissed just as he let go again. He leered at her with an expectant look as he paused, “I mean….yes, sir,” She said with a sheepish grin.

“That’s better,” His tongue bathed the tip of her tit now, a welcome softness to his earlier enjoyable torture, “Don’t let it happen again,” He growled as he nipped again.

She could hear the belt loose now, hanging from his jeans as his zipper descended. She felt a rush of excitement as he rolled to his back and kicked his jeans to the floor. There was more light now, and more opportunity to really take in the sight of him. To her she couldn’t imagine more of an ideal specimen of masculinity. 

She didn't realize she licked her lips as her eyes took in the entirety of him.  She crawled over to him,  kissing his shoulder down to his chest, nipping at his nipple in a similar, teasing fashion. She smirked as he hissed in return, but still watched her, one hand toying with his hardening member.

She took her time kissing down his torso, her tongue savoring the taste of his skin. She bit his hipbone lightly before she made a trail to his swelling shaft. 

“Look how hard you make me,” he built her up more, “so damn hard, baby,”

He held his cock for her, letting her tease the pulsing tip with her lips. He bucked up his hips as soon as she took the tiniest bit of him in,  filling her mouth quickly. She took the hint,  letting her lips slide farther down on each pass. His cock stretched her lips and made taking him deeper challenging. But she was always up for a challenge.

She used his groans and praises to mark her actions, repeating what garnered the most of both. She looked up at him as she did so,  hoping she was sucking his cock well,  but also looking good while doing it. 

“Jesus, you look so hot with my dick in your pretty mouth,” he grumbled, his teeth on edge. His hand slid over the top of her head and encouraged her to move faster and slip him deeper. She resisted choking when his glans would probe her throat, gasping for breath when he pulled his cock from her mouth and slapped it against her lips. 

“I need that fucking pussy now,” he demanded, his words cracking an invisible whip, “on your knees, girl,”

Brinkley felt her subservient obedience kick in like a natural response as she turned on all fours. 

“Yes, sir,”

She watched him over her shoulder,  biting her lip as he knelt behind her. She heard him fumbling with something, hearing a paper-like tearing sound. 

“Need to be more careful than last time,” he slipped the condom over himself,  running his hands over the curve of her taut ass appreciatively, “gonna be hard enough not to just fuck you all the time,” he laid a sharp smack on one cheek. She jumped and whimpered but waited for another. 

Scott admired the temporary outline of his handprint, evening up on the other cheek. He ran his tip through her slit and pressed against her entrance. Though she was as wet as could be, he still struggled against the tightening confines of her sex.

He had to wonder if Curt hadn't really fucked her very much. She was shaking as he sank in,  her face falling to the bed,  keeping her perky ass perched in the air. 

He let her acclimate as he sheathed himself fully into her.  He ran a hand slowly up her back and back down, calming her reserve. He didn't shame her, that was far too harsh. 

He grabbed her hips as he started to move in her,  slowly at first but with ever-increasing force. 

She yelped into the bed each time he bottomed out,  feeling a new pleasure center being struck.  She had to keep herself from trying to crawl away. She felt as if she was seeing stars every time he thrusted in her.  She felt lightheaded as he smacked her ass again. 

“Baby,  you have no idea how good this looks,” Scott said,  almost horsley, as he looked at her pussy, swallowing his cock with each thrust, “taking it like my good girl,” he felt her spasm around his member and grinned.  

Brinkley rolled her eyes back as she came again, shockwaves emanating from her core outward. She had the blanket balled up in her fists, breathing through clenched teeth. She gasped when she felt his hand sliding along her scalp and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. 

She felt immobilized by his control,  absorbing every intense thrust whether she could handle them or not. She barely managed to open her eyes,  met with a mirror reflection across the room of herself with Scott behind her, a pleasured, determined look on his face. 

She felt odd watching herself being fucked,  but had to admit,  she looked good being fucked by Scott. Especially the way he was manhandling her.

“You gonna swallow my cum, baby girl?” He asked with a deep gruffness.

Her response paused, another thing she'd never done, but curiosity flooded her as much as her desire to give him what he wanted. She tried to nod, but was still held captive by his hand on her hair. 

“Yes. Yes,  sir,” she  managed as he thrusted in her quickly.

“Get over here,” he growled, regretfully pulling out of her and ripping off the condom. He stood at the side of the bed as she turned around quickly,  still dizzied by the ferocity of his prowess. She lay on her stomach, looking up at him with her mouth open as he quickly stroked his cock.

“Tongue out,” he demanded, holding himself directly over her waiting mouth. As she slipped it out,  he felt his balls tighten and his cum shot from the tip, his seed collecting on her tongue and lips.

She sucked his spunk down, swallowing it just in time to receive another generous spurt. She couldn't quite place the taste of it, but didn't let it linger too long before swallowing.

Scott watched with smug gratification at how eagerly she lapped up his cum. And the way she looked at him the entire time he found incredibly hot. He let her suck the last drops from the tip, shuddering as he became hypersensitive to every touch. 

She let his cock fall from her mouth and pulled herself up to her knees. 

“Was it good?” She asked with a modest concern.

“Are you fucking serious?” Scott stood directly in front of her,  out of breath,  his forehead dotted with sweat, his body flushed  from his sexual exertion, “Look at me,  I'm a damn mess,” he let out a raspy laugh, “Good doesn't begin to describe it,”

She looked proud, but insecure that she even had to ask. 

“Sorry …I just…I'd never done it that way,” her cheeks burned as she sat back against her heels. 

“Don't ever apologize,” his hand caught her chin from looking down, “not when you're that stellar of a fuck,”

She wasn't sure how to take the compliment,  but had to grin at his earnest expression.

“Well…” she reached out to him, her hand slowly massaging his balls, “it is still pretty early….”

“Fucking christ, girl,” he groaned, but did not pull away.

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Curt stumbled into the dark room half expecting to still see Scott here defiling Brinkley, but the room was quiet and still. He felt relieved, kicking his shoes off to the side. 

“Brinkley?” He called out in the dark with no answer. He could see her in bed, snuggled under the covers asleep. She was alone, not that he’d expected Scott to stay the entire night. Part of him hoped she’d still be awake, wanting to tell him about everything she’d done that night and the selfish part of him had hoped she’d share that she was still somewhat unfulfilled and needed him to finish the job. 

Clearly that wasn’t the case. 

He sighed, but stripped down to his underwear and flopped into bed.

“What the fuck??” He exclaimed as a cold dampness lay under him. Turning on the light and lifting up the blanket, he could see the wet spot spread to the sheets, “Are you fucking kidding me…” It was obvious to him that she indeed had a pleasurable evening. He turned the light back off and he slipped into Brinkley’s bed instead. He had to appreciate the rib, but he couldn’t help but be a little ticked off at the same time. But she was the one that now had to share her bed; the more he thought about it, he’d hoped she’d share a little more.

She moaned and turned over toward him as he laid down. It was easy to see that she was naked as he’d climbed in, with his buzz, he could definitely use some female company. He slid closer to her, pulling his cock out at the same time.

He took her hand and placed it on his shaft, rousing her a little.

“Scott?” She mumbled, struggling to open her eyes, “Oh, Curt…what are you doing?” Still lethargic from sleep, she struggled to come to. 

“Daddy needs some help,” He moved her hand up and down his shaft, “If you think you can handle it.” 

“I don’t know, Daddy, I’m…I’m kinda sore,” she whined a little in her sleepy voice, “Or I would,” She woke a little more now, moving her hand on her own, “And tired…can we wait until tomorrow? Unless this is all you want…” 

Curt felt foolish and irritated, but couldn’t very well blame her for being honest. 

“Of course we can,” He sighed, but hummed when she didn’t pull her hand back right away. Even if he didn’t cum, her touch felt nice. 

“Thank you, Daddy,” She mewled, snuggling up against his chest. She’d wished Scott could stay so she could sleep against him. It was such a nice way to wake up. But Curt was also an incredibly nice body to curl up against.

[princeescaluswords]

So, because Scott is poor, Derek should buy him a new car? That seems logical to you?

Did you come here looking for a fight? Because you just found one. I believe that this ask refers to this post, where I argued that Derek's performative asceticism isn't accidental, and that the show was implying that his privilege and wealth enabled his antagonistic behavior in the first two seasons.

Nowhere did I argue in that post, where I compared the speed with which Derek repaired his car window after Chris Argent's thug smashed it to the fact that the McCall family vehicle didn't have a driver's side window all season, that Derek owed Scott a car. I have, in the past, argued that the Hales owed Scott McCall reparations for repeated assaults, property damage, disruption of academic pursuits, and for taking over their self-appointed task of protecting Beacon Hills. I wish that the show had made it explicit in A Promise to the Dead (4x11) that Derek gave Scott the money from Garrett's locker rather than leave it ambiguous.

I'm never going to suggest that Teen Wolf went all in on an analysis of class struggle -- Heavens, no! -- but it didn't ignore the consequences of the Hale's upper class identity. "Everyone can be corrupted by money!" Peter howls in Monstrous (4x10) and he is a prime example of that. Similarly, Derek's wealth and privilege enable him to dwell, unhealthily, on the traumas of his past. I know of very few people who could take three months out of their life to obsess over family tragedies with no mention of work or responsibility, and still have cars, properties, and personal care items. Derek is not well served by this behavior, isolating himself from the mundane and from the mechanics of living. He intends to achieve his goals by himself due to trust issues, but he is forced to rely on Scott McCall as the only way to accomplish these things, and man-oh-man is he bitter about it.

But as the show had it's lead protagonist argue in Weaponized (4x07) "while we're trying not to die, we still need to live." In fact, I would argue that you can trace Derek's redemption arc by his willingness to live. At the start of the show, Derek is "totally alone" and his wealth and privilege allow him to operate like that. In Seasons 3 and 4, though, he starts to remember how to live. We see him in an actual home, even though it is the Loft of Solitude. He purchases a more practical vehicle. He allows himself to think about romance. He makes friends with the Sheriff and, amazingly, Chris Argent. A key scene is when he puts his wealth and privilege to positive use by trusting Braeden, hiring her to find Kate. He's using his wealth in a positive manner. It is no longer enabling his isolation. Look at Derek in the movie. He is fully living. He has a home, a family, friends, a business. Before the nogitsune seeks its revenge, Derek's primary focus is watching his son play lacrosse and getting him to embrace his family's heritage.

Since Derek's role was always to serve as a narrative foil to Scott, the lead protagonist, this arc highlights Scott's story. Regardless of what happens to Scott, he never isolates himself, with one important exception. At all other times, he worries about his grades, he wants to get into a good school, he wants to play lacrosse, he wants to date people, he keeps his friends close, he works with Deaton, he brings his mother lunch, etc. Yes, there are terrible things happening, but he doesn't forget to live while trying to stop corrupted hunters, Alpha packs, Japanese fox demons, and multi-million dollar assassin hit-lists. Fandom tends to hold the attention he pays to everyday living against him, but Scott knows from direct experience these things are important, and he doesn't have the wealth and privilege to put them on hold for months while dealing with villains or his own trauma. The exception? Season 5A, where Theo schemes to isolate Scott. Scott is still an alpha, a True Alpha, but that privilege alone won't save anyone. There's a reason that Melissa's primary advice -- as much as I might despise it on an emotional level -- is "You'll get them back. You have to."

Teen Wolf certainly wasn't an "eat the rich" show, but it did have a definite point of view that virtue was based in everyday things, the tasks and opportunity that should be in common with all of humanity, and not in the isolation that great wealth, ancient pedigree, or exclusive privilege grants.

[tobiasdrake]

Man, Sabretooth is such a fucking clown in this movie. Absolutely wild decision to turn Wolverine's archrival into Team Rocket.

There's the funny ragdoll tree ambush I mentioned earlier, where he jumps Logan on the road. He shitstomps Wolverine but then gets spooked away by Cyclops.

Like. He doesn't even have the dignity of being defeated here. He dodges Scott's shot and then just jumps away into the treetops, and that's the last we see of him.

He just runs away.

Insert Daffy Duck "Whoop-whoop-whoop-whoop-whoop!" noises as he bounds into the treetops never to return, having successfully inconvenienced Logan and blown up his RV, almost with Rogue in it.

Later on we find out that his mission was actually to abduct Rogue because her abilities are vital to Magneto's plan. So. Y'know. I guess killing her is just as good.

So Sabretooth has to go back to Magneto and report this mission failed, but not as failed as he almost made it. And it's like. My dude, you didn't even try. You just bailed at the first sign of opposition.

Then Mystique kidnaps Senator Kelly and they do the whole mutant transference rigamarole. Kelly accidentallies himself through the bars of his cell. It's okay. Sabretooth's got this.

All he has to do is pull a guy up through a window. Piece of cake. He can--

Guy fell. Got his sleeve though. He wasn't important or anything, right?

Magneto's so mad about this, he grounds Sabretooth for like a day.

We next see Sabretooth in the train station battle. He and Toad have been sent to take out Cyclops and Storm. Sabretooth takes Storm.

His plan is to slowly strangle her for funsies. Meanwhile, Toad makes Cyclops blow the roof off the place by stealing his visor.

Which means Sabretooth and Storm are now exposed to the elements. So. Y'know. That's bad for Sabretooth. Fortunately, he has complete physical control over Storm. He can hit her or slash her or stab her or anything that would be quicker than slow strangulation.

So what does he do?

He growls at the sky to try and intimidate it into going away.

It goes about this well.

Honestly amazed with Storm's precision to somehow manage to electrocute Sabretooth while he was physically touching her without the current traveling through his body and into hers.

The bolt oneshots Sabretooth, throwing him through a wall. At which point Toad, who did achieve what he set out to do but arguably also team-killed Sabretooth, pops over to teabag him.

Toad: Quit playin' around.

I want to call him rude for that but honestly if he hadn't decided to take his time with Storm, this wouldn't have been an issue. He's just. Not very good at being a villain.

At the U.N. Summit, he kills this one guard.

With assist from Mystique. She distracts the guard so that Sabretooth can sneak attack him from behind. Guard dies super fast from being claw-stabbed. Probably should have done that to Storm. Instead of. Growling at the sky. XD

Don't be impressed though 'cause Toad takes out two by himself right afterward. Toad's a fucking beast.

Lands on this dude's shoulders so hard we hear bone crunching sounds as the guy just squishes. Toad fucking Goomba Stomped a whole-ass man. It's the most badass fucking thing anyone does in the entire film. Sabretooth wishes.

Somehow, these experiences convince Magneto to hold Sabretooth in reserve as his personal bodyguard when the X-Men arrive

Look at that bewildered gaze. He's as confused as I am about how this happened.

To his credit, he does manhandle Wolverine. Both in the RV fight and here at Liberty Island.

But then they take him out by having Wolverine pick his pocket to steal back Cyclops's visor and then, right in front of his face, hand it off to Jean's telekinesis. She tells Cyclops to open his eyes on her command, levitates the visor over, and then gives the command. He fires and the blast, angled by the visor, defeats Sabretooth.

Sabretooth is standing right there the whole time they're planning and executing this, letting it happen. Absolute clown show, this man. From there, he falls on a boat.

And I guess that killed him because Sabretooth was never again seen in the movies, except in prequels.

[halfagone]

Since you liked my worthy! Danny! AU so much, I figured I’d continue it. This next prompt is basically the avengers reaction to Danny kicking ass using the hammer (while still in his civilian form). What do you think?

Hmmm 🤔 now there are a number of ways one could go about this. Most of which stems to: how does civilian Danny get wrapped up in a situation like this where he'd have access to the hammer again?

I don't have normal prose for this right now (class will be the half-death of me TAT) but I do like the idea that maybe Danny is still in town after visiting the Avengers for the PR stunt. I doubt he would have gone that far only to come right back to Amity Park.

So maybe during this time there's an attack on New York, because apparently New York is like villain central (there are SO MANY heroes living there in Marvel comics) and the Avengers come out to play because it's that high level of a threat. It works as a pretty standard fight, blast the bad guy, save the civilian. Except, one time that Thor threw his hammer, he doesn't get it back.

So where did it go?

They can't go look for it right away exactly, not unless Thor would really need it right this moment, but eventually they come across the wayward hammer anyways. Maybe Danny had accidentally summoned the hammer without realizing it and doesn't know how to send it back? Who knows! All we know is that he is kicking names and taking ass.

Most of the Avengers would probably be reasonably concerned at this point. Not only is this kid getting wrapped up in a fight when he should be evacuating, he's trying to fight back? With a weapon he's only sorta familiar with? Say what you will about how competent he is, that is still concerning.

But then that also makes them wonder: How is he so good with the hammer? Danny might not have all the physics of it down, but he's obviously not half bad at harnessing the power of it. Except how is there lightning at all, Thor gives it lightning, Mjöllnir doesn't have lightning of its own? As far as most of the Avengers are aware???

They are so confused right now, bless them.

Meanwhile Thor is like: oh wow new friend is kinda badass, I dig it.

Even when he gets his hammer back (Danny would hand it over no problem, he meant to give it back forever ago), I like to imagine that Thor just picks Danny up like a bag of rice and keeps him tucked under one arm. That way he's out of harm's way!

Everyone else is trying to convince Thor to drop off his smol human friend somewhere safe. Danny is just kinda going along for the ride.

Tony promises Danny shawarma at the end. He is now an unofficial Avenger, because if you get food with the Avengers, you are automatically one with them. Scott made the rule, you're our now kid.

[cosmicourple]

lol created a Scogan fankid shortly after watching D&W. In fact, I created a whole bunch :D. And for some reason, my brain made it so that:

-two (or well one ig bc their just variants of each other) have scruffy bird wings on their back’s, with one of them having been born from a accidental soul bonding/mating ritual while the other just kinda spawned in ggbffgvv

-one is a violent & world ending villain w/ a symbolism & ‘tinkering’ (AKA dissecting bodies) obsession

-another one is a born-20-years-old clone who eventually figures out a personality & becomes a monotonous metaphorical (bc their super tall & cryptid looking) little shit who also has a world-threatening-villain variant (who also happens to have a kaiju-esc form??? what?????)

-another two are quarter slightly-horrific-alien from a post secret invasion type A.U

-another one is basically in the situation of Paul from dune, making them a cult leader + ‘commander’/contract partner with an eldritch abomination/shifter/spirt(??) (who is also an ironstrange fankid wth)

-another one is a from a fdugding M.L.P pony looking A.U (Y’know those crosship posts on Deviantart where they use M.L.P pony bodies as bases for the characters??? Anyone???????) who is part symbiote & can sense/predict other’s emotions and/or actions

-(you know the drill) another one is from an canon divergence X-men 97’! universe & has horrifying/ragged movie monster teeth + an unhinging jaw (their 5)

-another one has the FUCKING ABSOLUTE SOLVER AS THEIR POWERS (why?????? bc after watching the murder drones final, my thoughts were like: “he hey image if Logan was the A.S host lmao???” (Idk I luv puppet &/or janky movement animation 😁😋✨))

-yet again, another one is an edgy assassin/sort of anti-hero in the future-current reality of a Logan! reincarnation A.U :DDD

-another one (last one fn I swear) is just baby :D. Who’s currently living in an demonic/infection A.U apocalypse with their mum (who is Scott) yaaa:3

lmao I have no idea why my brain made them those ways I swear fhgbfgggf 🥲🥲

[pulsar-ray]

idk why tumblrs being frustrating took me a sec to find this blog /silly

so!! paraphrasing what my brother told me, i dont remember full details

someone made a decepticon recolour, and one of the artists for the comics saw it and thought it was actually one of the characters and used the recolour n the backgroundcast. i believe he also got added into the old cartoon and no one knew until it got pointed out. he's got one of those classic edgy villain noun names too!

i think they just kept him as a canon background character but wasnt really used much after that, doesnt reoccur in other transformers series but just the comics and possibly whatever episodes he shows up in.

silly little fanmade decepticon accidentally slides into canon verse hehe

kinda like how one of the people who worked on the art/game promos for fnaf games for scott accidentally used fan made models in a poster because they looked canon!

WOAH that is sick as hell!!!!! hey what's a. decepticon

[eyelessfog]

GOOD GOOD YOU'VE BEEN OSMOSIS'D. thats all u need to know about mlb. superhero identities. evil guy who makes people villains. its like that but without the animal fairies. perhaps. havent figured out how katherine becomes a catgirl im working on it now basically its s1 shrub and s2 kath.

Shrub

shrubs that small town girl in the big city for college (forestry major)

the wolf spirit is something that's been passed down in her family

got that wolf-like abilities and can summon her wolf pack in a if she calls they choose to answer type thing

her family has like a reserve or sanctuary for the pack of some sort. the wolves, they're a little immortal u see.

originally a spirit of vengeance born from the death of lord mars & lady taurus

through the generations has become more of a spirit of protection for the forest but the vengeful spirits still there

and for more recent holders of the wolf spirit, channeling that vengeful spirit can be very taxing on their body & they lose a bit of themselves

shrub especially is scared to use it since that is how her dad passed but she still chooses to be the next holder

also because uh. whoops! bloodline kinda ends with her! fern passed down a family heirloom to a sapphic asexual

she has celebrity-type sort of surface level crush on night hunter as he's seen her on the news

develops into a regular crush once they become teammates

Katherine

a model. wants to open up a studio

also wants to escape her parents who aren't like supervillain evil just. regular evil.

so she moves to college (fashion major. obviously)

guess who's her roommate

when she's night hunter, she experiments a lot with her costumes as n uses it to express herself

yes ive trans'ed her gender and made her genderqueer

also she has a staff like her inspo chat noir but like. it also turns into an axe and that makes her cooler

it has also made the public question her gender identity multiple times

so theres an ongoing theory is that there are 2 (3?) cat looking heroes running around.

the public altering between diff pronouns when they refer to her definitely gave her that Realisation. not fully. but she's getting there

as night hunter she's a little flirty but like. as a joke kind of flirty. like what do you mean you took that seriously flirty. cause shes a little acearo.

(ive acearo'd her too)

has slowly been developing a crush on shrub since she never heard of katherine before

shes never really had a (proper) relationship like that especially one where they eagerly listen and engage in her ramblings

like to her shrubs the whole package n she's uncharacteristically flustered around shrub as night hunter

to kind of tldr the rest-

xornoth (conan) fills in for that evil guy that makes other people evil.

joeys also here, still has a crush on kath.

they're mainly childhood best friends here bc chloe n adrien were and joey n kath really fit their dynamic

also has a superhero identity thats his pirate guy, goes by a lot of names for the theatrics night hunter calls him "Captain" for convenience

he and night hunter switch from being mlm/wlw teamwork to mlm/wlw hostility constantly

scott n conan had a summer house in shrubs town so they're childhood friends

shrub has a little "i can fix him" complex for xornoth even before she finds out he's conan which develops the complex more

also xornoths kind of a demonic entity conan accidentally woke up now hes possessed and slowly losing himself dang

HES POSSESSED HIMSELF???? yeaahhhh!!!!! i love self possession

this is all sosososososo real shes ace and shes aroace and shes just like me [flirty for funzies sometimes] and i love tbat she just has different costumes n the different pronouns and and and. yeag❤️❤️❤️

[blue-lantern]

7, 38, 21!

!

7 is Franklin Richards. I don’t really ever read stories specifically looking for him, but of course he’s going to appear in Fantastic Four comments no matter how big his role is. The retcon that made him no longer a mutant was recently retconned back out and that issue is a ton of fun. My favorite story with him is probably the short Waid era arc that had him accidentally unleash the villain of it because he was insecure and felt like Reed didn’t love him because he’s not super smart. It’s a fun arc with a really sweet resolution between the two.

21 is Spider-Man. Who I also mostly read as a by product of Fantastic Four comics. My deep seated confession here is that I actually don’t think I’ve ever read a single Spider-Man issue, I’ve only ever read him in FF and Silk. I love his relationship with Johnny though, and the issue of DeFalco’s FF run where he cheers Johnny up with sparring (and causes property damage in the process) is a really nice issue in a run I otherwise have deeply mixed feelings on.

38 is Alan Scott, specifically as Sentinel. Most of his Sentinel appearances I’ve read come from the Kyle Rayner GL run, I love him there. I think taking advantage of the death of the Corps as a rare opportunity to push Alan as a more prominent character and mentor was a smart move and I love his dynamic with Kyle. If his Sentinel and Green Lantern appearances were combined he’d be ranked around where Spidey is.

[jsaunderswrites]

Watching the Yostverse; or, the X-Men problem

With Spider-Man being in my head lately (between Across the Spider-Verse and Spider-Man 2 on PS5) I realized I wanted to rewatch The Spectacular Spider-Man and see if the ending has value as is or if it's entirely ruined by being cut short. And that lead me to remember I never finished The Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes! despite enjoying the first season a ton. It's been like a decade since both and I am much better at reading media than I was so I'm curious what'll hit different.

Now according to Official Handbook of the Marvel Universe A to Z Vol.10, Wolverine and the X-Men takes place in Earth-8096. Then The Appendix to the Handbook of the Marvel Universe lists that Wolverine and the X-Men, Hulk vs. Thor, Hulk vs. Wolverine, Planet Hulk, The Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes!, and Thor: Tales of Asgard all take place on Earth-8096. This also means the Marvel Universe: The Avengers - Earth's Mightiest Heroes! and The Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes! (2011) comics are set there.

Now the Planet Hulk film is also set on Earth-10022 as well, so if it can take place in multiple universes, I felt that there's no reason that The Spectacular Spider-Man couldn't also have happened here. According to Christopher Yost the AEMH episode Along Came a Spider was, in spirit, a Spectacular episode. The episode was also initially recorded with Josh Keaton as Peter Parker/Spider-Man before being redubbed as Drake Bell (at the time the upcoming voice for the lead in Ultimate Spider-Man). These details lead me to include the show.

So I compiled a list of all these episodes, movies and comics in release order. I've made it through most of The Spectacular Spider-Man and just began Wolverine and the X-Men, and despite being hopeful about a series I haven't watched before, I've already started to be caught up on how it is beginning to present things.

But maybe the problem is that the X-Men are a very flawed concept.

I was never into the X-Men as a kid, never saw the cartoon, the comics, or the movies. But the concept sounds cool. An oppressed people, proudly expressing their identity as members of that group while fighting against their oppressors! But the problem is how it is not a good metaphor for reality.

Whether based on racism, homophobia, or any other form of prejudice, oppressed peoples are not themselves inherently more dangerous than anyone else. The fearmongering about them is entirely artificial or unjustified paranoia. But even the nicest most considerate version of Scott Summers could trip and accidentally kill an entire room of people. Mutants in this series can actually be incredibly deadly to everyone around them! But the ones that have no deadly powers and just kinda look weird aren't treated any better. They aren't propped up to deflect criticism "we aren't anti-mutant, we are kind to the good ones!" And what makes the Brotherhood bad? In the show so far they smash a cop car (the cops are shown to still be fine) and this is portrayed as villainous. Contrasting Wolverine leaving the MRD guy in the automatic torture chair.

I just feel like X-Men can't get past its initial concept, where the good guys defend themselves from attack but don't actively fight back against their oppressors. That's villainous behavior. The heroic thing is to behave respectably until you are deemed worthy of rights.

The cops are good, and are also the law, which is good, and as part of the law they arrest mutants, who are all automatically criminals and hand them over to the MRD, who are bad, and SHIELD also hands over mutants to them, and SHIELD is good and works with the Avengers, who Wolverine joins, and the Brotherhood are bad because they're criminals.

I don't know if there are any good versions of the X-Men out there, but I feel it would only be so if they changed enough that the established fans would be unhappy with how different it was.

I did like one thing, when Angel turns down rejoining the X-Men because living as his father's shameful secret gives him access to a fortune he can use to help mutants. He is faced with two mutually exclusive choices and picks one. Neither the characters or the show judge this decision, it's ambiguous and up to the audience to decide. I like that!

It's possible I'm just being very judgemental on this series only halfway through the second episode but I'm not sure it'll manage to untangle these issues. I guess we'll see.

[monmuses]

nurturing-starlight​:

Nimue didn’t mean to make things awkward if that was the case, but she found it very difficult to communicate with people often. Not because she wanted to be like that, but because it was genuinely difficult nor did she make much effort to communicate outside of the group of friends she had already.

There’s at least a small smile as Bebe mentions being friends with Kenny of all people. At the very least, she knew Kenny tried to keep decent company, Cartman not included. That one was out of pity and he made it very clear. There’s a bit of a relief as she takes a deep breath. Okay. This was a start for something right?

“He seems to be quite popular when it comes to making friends from the sound of it. I don’t know too much about him, but he’s nice to talk to. I think he’s closer to Damien than he is with me, but that’s fine. Sometimes I do annoy him at times but that’s uh, maybe best not to talk about it.” Especially since it’d be weird to talk about the fact the two of them are still at the hero and villain stuff.

Chewing on her lip, she’s not sure if she should say anything. Would Bebe even believe her? Tapping her fingers together, she looks around to make sure nobody else is listening and speaks quietly. “I’m uh… actually the one people refer to as Kalypso. I uh.. accidentally caused Scott to become really popular too. I hadn’t intended to, but I didn’t expect the two of to get caught together while I was working either.”

     “He’s a pretty sweet guy! Way better than some of the other guys here, if I’m gonna be honest.” A finger rested against her cheek, chuckling at that mention. It was just partial bias since she had been friends with him for a little while. Though, Bebe never tried to brag about it, but was pretty proud that he had one decent guy friend to go to when she needed to talk about something on her mind.

     Though, at the mention of who she was online, Bebe’s eyes seemed to sparkle for a moment. She did hear about ‘Kalypso’ before, to which she quickly pulled out her phone and looked up the name, putting a picture on the screen and holding up a side-by-side comparison. Immediately, she believed it with a soft but excited squeal.

     “So, that is you! I have seen you before!” She spoke in an excited whisper. “I never thought it would be you! Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. A girl’s promise from me to you.” Quickly, she made a “zipping” motion across her lips to confirm that. “I always wondered how Scott got so popular so fast! It’s good for him though. He’s a cute kid! But oh my gosh, that’s so cool! How long have you been doing this? I gotta know!”

[noyzinerd]

Derek Hale: The Goodest Bad Boy

Derek was a villain in season 2...kinda.

Bless Jeff and the writers' little hearts, they honestly really tried to make Derek out to be menacing but all of their efforts just made fans feel more sympathetic to him and his pack.

Go ahead, watch season 2 again, but try to pretend like you're seeing it for the first time and you don't already know that Derek is actually a decent guy, and listen to the show's main narrative which is supposed to be Scott. You get the sense from the dialogue that Jeff&Co. want you to think Derek making a pack is a bad thing, that Derek is basically a replacement Peter. However, it didn't seem to occur to the writers at the time that the fans were definitely not going to see it that way. At this point, Derek had been given way too sympathetic of a backstory, making a lot of Derek's 'failures' come off less like "Scott, the good guy, thwarted Derek, the bad guy" (like when keeping Derek's pack from killing Lydia) and more like "Derek, the well meaning guy, hesitated and keeps making mistakes because he doesn't truly know if he's doing the right thing and is just trying to do his best".

But what about Derek's betas? The boy beaten by his father, the girl with epilepsy, and the boy that sat alone every day, they couldn't possibly be bad guys.

All of Derek's pack got sympathetic backstories, yes, but so did other villains like Matt, Peter, the Darach, Deucalion, even Gerard Argent having cancer. I honestly believe Isaac, Erica, and Boyd were meant to be well-rounded villains but the writers upshot too far and accidentally made them too endearing to fans. If you watch the ice rink fight in season 2 or when Isaac and Erica test the kanima venom on Lydia, their over the top smug grins, the menacing music that plays whenever they show up, the super antagonistic dialogue about killing Lydia and Erica stealing Scott, it all plays like the writers are in the back waving a big sign saying "You should not like these guys! They are evil!" In the ice rink battle, Scott (again, the main point of view we're supposed to be taking here) tells Derek's pack that Derek gave them empty promises of power only to strengthen his own power while turning them into nothing more than guard dogs, to which Derek responds "He's right. It is about power." We were supposed to fear and be disgusted by Derek's actions, but instead, we were all "Awwww, but Derek saved these hurt kids and wants to stop the lizard from killing people!" despite the actual dialogue saying otherwise. Jeff Davis took a sad, man-shaped, broken boy who was essentially raped and had his entire family burned alive and tried to somehow make us hate him. But how could we, when, let's face it, most of us were broken little girls and boys, ourselves.

They have him angry and tyrannical and constantly making bad calls, but instead of coming across as someone drunk on power that needs to be stopped, he comes across as young and struggling and just frustrated. There's a reason why the tag 'failwolf' is a term of endearment. Usually, when Derek is tagged as a failwolf in fics, it's never meant in a 'look at this stupid idiot' way and more like a 'awww, buddy, you poor disaster of a man'.

This plan backfired so spectacularly that Jeff didn't know what to do with Derek's character anymore, in the face of millions of fans demanding more of him, that Derek essentially had less and less to do as the series continued until Hoechlin eventually left.

[joeldoesntknowwhatsleepis]

ch15

Scott was furious.

Not irritated, not annoyed, not miffed.

Boiling with rage.

He was pacing the tundra, a scowl on his face, his fists balled. He was shaking from head to toe, looking as if if anyone approached him he'd immediately put a sword through their back.

Xornoth watched him, tensed up. His heartbeat was faster than usual, not that he’d ever admit that to himself.

No emotion, he reminded himself.

You just hugged your brother for the first time in, what, thirteen years? That’s emotion enough, Champion.

“Who are you?” Xornoth whispered.

“Xornoth?” Scott asked.

“Mhm?”

“Who are you talking too?”

Xornoth stared at the jagged, snowy peaks behind Scott.

“Nobody,” they forced themselves to say. They wanted to tell Scott the truth, they really did. But Scott- he was angry enough. They didn’t want to provoke him into hurting them.

“Sure,” Scott said, turning awake and continued pacing.

Done with your pleasant chit-chat, Champion?

Xornoth did his best to ignore it.

“What’s wrong?” he asked Scott quickly. Anything to distract him from the voice.

“The owl,” Scott stopped and gestured vaguely in the direction of the snowy white bird, which had arrived minutes prior.

“The owl?” Xornoth asked, confused.

“The message. Uh- fWhip’s been messing up Rivendell. Because I froze Gem.”

“You what?”

“Froze Gem. Accidentally.”

Xornoth could feel themselves shift into the mindset they’d always switched to in front of people; the cold, cruel one.

“Gem. And fWhip’s been griefing Rivendell?”

“Yeah,” Scott sighed. “I- I just don’t get it. An accident. An accident made my friend hate me. Most of my friends, I assume.”

Xornoth wasn’t really listening.

fWhip. fWhip had done wrong to Scott, because of an accident.

For Gem, he laughed suddenly in his mind. Of course.

The only way to get through fWhip was through his siblings.

“If he wants a villain, he’s getting a villain,” Scott said angrily, resuming his pacing.

“Are you going back to Rivendell?” Xornoth asked Scott.

“Yeah,” Scott nodded. “It’s Winterfest soon, anyway.”

“Winterfest,” Xornoth mused . “I wonder…”

-

Scott had left an hour before Xornoth.

The older twin had wished the demon safe travels, and had left, flying off on those amazing white wings Xornoth had been jealous of so many years ago.

Now Xornoth was in the Nether. Specifically, watching Shrub.

Everything better go according to plan, he thought. If not, I commit murder.

That’s my Champion, the voice laughed.

Frowning, Xornoth blocked it out and instead focused on the gnome.

Shutting his eyes tightly, he thought of corruption. He allowed it to take over his mind, his innermost thoughts, his brain, his body, everything- all he saw was corruption.

When he opened them, nothing had changed.

He had failed.

He was about to sneak away, but then he noticed the ginger girl walking up to Shrub.

Perfect.

Kind of.

He had failed.

Failed.

Failed, Champion.

The gnome gave Gem some mushroom stew, for some odd reason.

He calculated the odds of getting to the nearest portal before they noticed him.

Close to zero.

The ginger girl chewed the stew slowly.

They noticed her hair now had a streak of pure white, looking like frost against her bright plait.

He watched with bated breath, not quite sure what they were expecting.

The snowy white turned into corruption red, the vines twisting in her braid.

He exhaled silently.

Everything had gone according to plan, and Xornoth was about to show everybody that them and their brother were a force never to be trifled with, never to be messed with, or everyone will pay for everything they’ve ever done.

[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

So, I know you made a post about Martyn's comment about Grian having Stockholm Syndrome, but I feel like there's a lot of angst potential. Maybe something about Martyn and Skizzle trying to convince Grian to join them, but Grian refusing to even leave Scar's side of they kill him.

i feel like this one kinda accidentally became Grian’s villain origin story but ngl i’m not complaining

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Martyn and Skizz are walking together through the forest, on their way to the desert to do some surveillance. They’re just walking up the hill near the edge of the forest when a random thought occurs to the latter. “Hey, what’s that thing where you, like, get close to your captor?”

“Huh? Oh, uh… Stockholm Syndrome, isn’t it?” Martyn responds.

“Yeah, that’s it. Stockholm Syndrome.”

“What made you think of it?”

Skizz shrugs. “I dunno, I was just thinking about Grian and why he doesn’t seem to be eager to leave Scar anymore.”

Martyn shoots him a sideways look. “You think he’s got Stockholm Syndrome? Huh. Honestly, I think you might have something there. I’ve known Grian for a long time and I know for a fact that hates people telling him what to do.”

“I really wanna save him, dude,” Skizz says. “I hate the idea of him having to slave away under Scar for even another day.”

“I do too,” agrees Martyn. “But I don’t think we can-.”

“My ears are burning,” comes a familiar voice.

The two look sharply up to find Grian himself sitting on a high branch in the tree directly in front of them, right at the top of the hill.

“Eavesdropping again?” Martyn demands. “How much did you hear?”

“Just something about slaving away under Scar. That’s how I knew you were talking about me. Not nice to talk about someone behind their back.”

Skizz and Martyn both frown. There’s something different about Grian today; he’s not his usual self. It’s worrying particularly to Martyn, who’s known him for a very long time.

“Grian, we need to talk to you,” says Martyn. “About Scar.”

“Uh huh.” Grian hops down from the tree and dusts off his hands. “You’re not gonna kill me, are you? Oh, no, wait: neither of you can. Martyn cuz you’re green and Skizz because you’re spineless.”

Skizz blanches. “Wh-What the hell?! That came out of left field!”

Martyn steps towards Grian, carefully making eye contact with his old friend. “Grian, this isn’t you. Scar’s red life energy is corrupting you, turning into something you’re not. It’s not healthy.”

“Healthy?” Grian tips his head on one side. “Huh. That’s one way of looking at it.”

Martyn pushes on: “We can help you leave him. Either we can take your first life or we can help you escape him.”

“We can keep you safe,” Skizz adds, pushing aside his hurt feelings over Grian’s prior comment. “If you’re worried about what he might do to you.”

“You think I wanna LEAVE?” Grian scoffs.

Martyn and Skizz exchange a look. “What do you mean?” asks the former slowly.

“Scar is my excuse to kill people,” Grian responds. “That goes away if I leave him.”

“Yeah, you’ve already killed at least five people, including me,” Skizz responds. “Are you really sure you wanna keep going?”

A grin slowly appears on Grian’s face as he grabs a block of TNT and lights it. “Let’s find out.”

“Skizz, move!” Martyn yells in a panic.

The two simultaneously spin round and take off running but the TNT quickly explodes behind them, the force sending them both tumbling off the top of the hill.

Martyn groans as he pushes himself up, his whole body aching from the rough landing. His left ankle, which he felt himself land heavily on, throbs. He glances warily around him and finds Skizz lying on his side a few blocks to his left, unconscious.

As Martyn crawls over to him to check on him, he spots a figure emerging from the trees. His breath catches in his throat as he registers Grian slowly and dangerously coming towards them, a flint and steel clearly in his hand.

“Grian, get away,” Martyn snaps, unable to hide the fearful shake in his voice. He moves awkwardly in front of Skizz, protecting him from Grian. “Get away from us.”

“Killing Skizzle will be delicious,” says Grian, grinning maliciously. “His last life. I wonder what it’ll feel like to take a red life? To know that the person I’ve killed will not respawn?”

“Don’t you dare!” growls Martyn. “Kill me if you want but don’t hurt him.”

“Martyn, Martyn, Martyn…” Grian shakes his head in mock disappointment. “You keep doing this. Every time you swear you don’t care about people, every time you swear you won’t get attached to anyone else, you do. Would you really sacrifice one of your lives for him, Martyn? Someone you’ve only known a few weeks?”

“Skizz has proven himself a generous and loyal ally,” Martyn replies steadily. “He’s shown himself to be perfectly willing to sacrifice his last life for us so I’m willing to sacrifice my first for him.”

Grian shrugs. “Okay, that can be arranged.”

As he steps closer, Martyn pushes himself to his feet, holding his left foot gingerly off the ground. “Please, Grian, don’t. You don’t have to let yourself get corrupted by Scar any longer.”

“Corrupted?” snorts Grian. “That’s cute.”

“Seriously, you’re suffering from Stockholm Syndrome. You don’t-.”

Grian laughs loudly, interrupting Martyn. “Stockholm Syndrome?! You really don’t get it, do you, Martyn? Scar is useless on his own. You think he would’ve been able to do HALF the damage I’ve done? If it weren’t for me, he’d have lost his red life about half an hour after his second. I’m the one keeping him alive; not because I care about him but because he’s my excuse to kill people as a green lifer. I have the highest body count on the whole server and I’m still green. Martyn…”

He moves closer to Martyn and grips his shoulder almost painfully, a terrifying smile on his face. “I’m the mastermind. Scar thinks he’s in charge and that’s what ties this whole arrangement together so neatly. Everyone focuses on Scar because he’s the red lifer and oh poor innocent Grian is stuck doing everything he says. Nobody EVER suspects that I’m anything more than just Scar’s puppet.”

“He’s yours,” says Martyn quietly. “Isn’t he? He’s just your puppet.”

“He is. But I can tell you’re trying to stall. Don’t worry, it’ll all be over soon.” Grian takes hold of Martyn’s other shoulder, trapping him on the spot. “But I don’t want to kill my old friend, no matter how much you beg me. Not yet, anyway.”

Before Martyn can react, Grian shoves him roughly aside. His ankle rolls again as he hits the ground, causing more pain to explode up his leg. “No!” he yells, as he spots Grian advancing on a semi-conscious Skizz. “Grian, don’t!”

Skizz tries to get away from Grian but the green lifer draws his sword and presses the point against his chest, forcing him to stay still. He stares into Grian’s eyes and sees nothing but evil in them. “Grian, please…! Please, don’t!”

“It’s either you or Martyn,” responds Grian. “You pick.”

Skizz meets Martyn’s gaze, and Martyn knows immediately what he’s going to say.

“O-Okay,” Skizz whispers, tipping his head back in defeat. “Kill me and leave Martyn alone.”

“NO!”

But as Grian raises his sword, a battle cry echoes through the trees and seconds later, three figures burst out of the forest: Ren, BigB, and Etho.

Grian scrambles back in shock as they charge towards him, before turning and fleeing back into the trees. BigB and Etho pursue him but Ren stays behind to drop down at Martyn’s side. “Thank god we got here in time! Are you two okay?”

“Apart from my ankle, I’m fine,” says Martyn, letting out a sigh of relief. “Skizz?”

“I-I think I’m okay,” Skizz responds, pressing his hand against his forehead. “But my head hurts.”

Martyn frowns sympathetically. “You were out for several minutes so you probably have a concussion.”

“Let’s get you two back to Dogwarts to rest,” says Ren kindly.

But just as Ren moves to help Martyn up, a notification flashes up on their communicators.

Bigbst4tz2 was slain by Grian

Ren lets out a low growl. “That’s it. Those filthy desert hippies have gone too far.”

“No, Ren,” Martyn says. “It’s not them; it’s just Grian. He’s the one who orchestrated all this. If you hadn’t turned up, he’d have killed both of us. He’s the real threat, not Scar. Not even Scott and Jimmy. They all do what Grian says; he’s got them all in his pocket. He’s…” He pauses, recalling Grian’s words with a shiver. “He’s the mastermind.”

Ren gazes at him for a moment. “Okay, it seems we have some things to discuss when we get back to Dogwarts. But for now, I need you two to head home while I help Etho and BigB.”

“Yes, boss,” says Martyn. “But I-I may need some help; I’m not sure if I can walk at the moment.”

Skizz sluggishly stands up and makes his way over to Martyn, whom he helps to his feet. He then lifts Martyn’s arm over his shoulder, supporting him. “I got you, buddy,” he says gently. “I got you.”

Martyn lets out another quiet sigh. He still can’t believe he and his friend are both alive and relatively unharmed, but he’s unspeakably grateful for it nonetheless.

“Thank you.”

[bamfdaddio]

X-Men Abridged: 1981 - the Body-Swap

The X-Men, those body-swapping mutants that have sworn to protect a world that hates and fears them, are a cultural juggernaut with a long, tangled history. We’ve been untangling that history for a while, but sometimes, you really want a more in-depth look. Interested? Then read the (un)Abridged X-Men!

(Uncanny X-Men 151 - 152) - by Chris Claremont and Josef Rubinstein

Emma Frost and her frenemy Ororo Munroe have not been getting along! One fateful evening, as the two quibble away, they mysteriously switch bodies and minds. Talk about your Freaky Friday! What lessons will they learn, walking a mile in one another’s shoes? And will they be able to switch back, or will they stay in each other’s bodies forever? Mutant Monday, coming soon to a cinema near you. Starring: Elizabeth Banks, Angela Bassett and Elliot Page. (PG-13)

For a moment, we’re in a proper period drama: a letter delivers ill tidings!

I love that Kitty’s parents are so self-involved that it took them A WHOLE YEAR to realize that it’s weird that Kitty is the only non-adult attending the Xavier Institute.

I can only assume the mailman interrupted a pool party of some kind? Or a communal shower? I get why Kurt would not swim a lot - all that fur - but did Scott wear that while they were splashing around? Was it a beach volleyball competition where one half got to wear swimsuits and the other half superhero costumes? Most importantly, was Scott’s costume always this tight?

Not that I’m complaining, mind you.

The awful thing is that Kitty’s parents are transferring her to the Massachusetts Academy, not realizing that headmistress Emma Frost is, in fact, a terrible human being. Charles, uncharacteristically, says that changing their minds telepathically is a line he does not cross (any more) and half the viewing audience bursts out in laughter. More importantly, last they saw Emma, she was kind of dead-by-Phoenix, so it might be better there this time? Kitty does a Classic Teenage Stomp-Off and Storm comes to comfort her. Kitty cries that life is unfair (“My parents are only doing this because they’re splitting up”) and Ororo tells her that yes, life is unfair. You just gotta roll with the punches as best you can.

To be fair, bald men are technically all cheek, so it doesn’t matter where you kiss them.

While I enjoy the relationship Kitty has with the other X-Men (Scott gave her a compliment! Logan told her his name!), especially the mother-daughter-bond she shares with Ororo, the whole Piotr-thing always gives me pause. Even if we’re being very generous with age, Kitty is, what? 14 going on 15? And Piotr is… 19? At best? I get why Kitty would have a crush on him: he’s a gentle hunky giant: at fifteen, my teenage ass would have felt the exact same viz-a-viz Colossus’ upper arms. The fact that Piotr reciprocates feels skeevy, though, especially because they’re always treated like star-crossed idiots these days.

Skee-vy.

Ororo drives Kitty to Massachusetts, where her young ward is greeted by someone named Muffy and whisked away for orientation. All seems well. Ororo stands in a parlour, surveying the grounds and considering that they should have fought harder for Kitty. Still, nothing seems too wrong just yet: this Academy just seems very preppy.

Not-at-all-dead Emma takes her cue and jumps out, saying (essentially): “Surprise motherfucker.”

There’s a flash of light, and then...

I’m willing to bet that Emma’s EVIL journal has the following to-do-list: - Steal Storm’s body. - Experiment with her powers. - See how good Storm looks in white. (Leather? Fur?! Both!??) - REWARD: Smoke break.

I wonder if Emma’s plan hinged on being able to body-swap with Storm, or whether any X-Man would have sufficed. Was her original target Xavier? Cyclops? What if one of Kitty’s parents had brought her to Massachusetts, would she have taken Kitty instead?

In a locked cell, Storm wakes up in Emma’s body and is horrified. I wonder why Emma didn’t take any more precautions. Couldn’t the guy who made the freaky friday-gizmo also make a power dampener to nullify not!Emma’s telepathic abilities? Or did Emma count on her victim being so utterly incapacitated by her mind-powers that they’d be driven mad? (This would actually tie in with some of Emma’s later-revealed history: when her powers first emerged, she also got locked away in a padded room because of her madness.)

Emma is not wrong, by the way: Storm can’t get a handle on Emma’s powers. What follows is possibly the sweetest moment in an arc filled with sweet moments:

This arc isn’t drawn by any of the regulars - not Byrne, not Cockrum - but Josef Rubinstein brings his own kind of panache to the pages. I love the way he draws women’s faces: in a story that’s all about women, their faces are actually distinguishable. Kudoz.

Emma, meanwhile, coordinates with Sebastian Shaw to execute the second part of their two-pronged attack on the X-Men. They both laugh evilly in their phones while the mansion is attacked by Sentinels! These androids take out Cyclops and Xavier with some sleeping gas and knock out Nightcrawler, but the rest of the X-Men manage to trounce these robots. Then ‘Storm’ appears! She zaps the rest of the X-Men (and Amanda Sefton), successfully finishing their master-plan.

It’s not entirely clear what the Hellfire Club wants with the X-Men this time, but I’m assuming it’s more experimentation to improve the sentinels? Eh, doesn’t matter! Nefarious Hellfire Club is nefarious.

The real Storm, meanwhile, comes to claim Kitty, forgetting that she looks like the one and only Emma Frost. Kitty spooks and Storm accidentally reaches out, knocking her out telepathically. Whoops! Storm takes Kitty and flees in a car, while Emma gives chase. (How dare Ororo run off with her body, which is absolutely the kind of hypocritical hilariousness we all love Emma for.)

Kitty awakens and jumps from the car, causing Storm to swerve and...

JETSTREAM!? Speaking of which, where are the Hellions in all of this?

Kitty sees that an unconscious ‘Emma’ is about to burn to a tender and moist little crisp and she is faced with the hero’s dilemma: would you save a villain that would never save you?

Emma, meanwhile, has realized the downside to body-swapping: somebody else gets to run around with your body too. Shaw, of all people, talks her down from her anger.

You can’t just introduce a persona exchange gun to the plot WITHOUT EXPLAINING WHERE THE FUCK YOU GOT IT FROM.

My favorite detail is that Emma keeps calling Kitty brat, like she’s some sort of Pokémon-villain.

Kitty, meanwhile, has saved ‘Emma’ and tied her up with a special knot. Storm tries to convince Kitty, going for the “ask me something only Storm would know”, but Kitty’s all: “Duh, you’re a telepath.” Ororo insists, but the thing that clinches it is when she breaks free of her ties without breaking a sweat. That knot was taught to Kitty by Ororo and she’d be the only one who knew how to break out of it.

Storm and Kitty recruit Stevie Hunter to come pick them up and during the ride, Storm-being-angry-mother!Storm convinces Kitty more than anything else:

After all, Storm was voted most likely to say: “If you don’t stop this nonsense immediately, I will turn this Blackbird around, so help me God!”

Ororo and Kitty sneak inside. Ororo even uses Emma’s telepathy to help her pick a lock after phasing through a door. (Kind of funny: Kitty’s still such a neophyte that she can’t even phase with anyone else yet.) Emma, meanwhile, taunts the captured X-Men, presenting herself as the new white queen:

Anybody feel the inclination to point out that the Hellfire Club did this exact same thing last year, except then they tried it with a redhead?

I secretly suspect that the Hellfire Club’s plots always revolve around seducing X-Men to their side and dressing them up in sexy lingerie. (Which: fair.) There’s also a subplot where the guys Wolverine cut apart last year want to exact revenge on him for being made bionic, but eh. We’ll start paying attention to them when they become actual Reavers.

Kitty phases through the locks of the X-Men, freeing them, and a kerfuffle ensues. Emma starts using Storm’s powers, but they grow out of control. Colossus tosses Shaw out of the window - which should just be company policy, really: all Shaws should be defenestrated - where he’s promptly hit by a rogue thunderbolt.

When he doesn’t get up, Emma starts to lose it. The weather goes wild. Storm intervenes, using her telepathic power to help calm down Emma (and the raging storm), but she also manages to get a hold of the swap-gun. There’s a zap, and with a satisfied sigh, the status-quo is restored again.

My favorite implication is that, apparently, Emma decides which school Kitty attends and not her parents.

While this little arc is neither the most iconic nor the most profound of 1981 -- those would be Days of Future Past and I, Magneto, respectively -- I still love this for a couple of reasons.

As a lover of Freaky Friday, 17 Again and the new Jumanji-film, I just have a soft spot for body swap plots. (Hi Psylocke!)

It focuses on the Xavier Institute as a school, planting seeds for the upcoming New Mutants.

It is very female-driven without beating you over the head with it. (Looking at you, Birds of Prey.)

It has three definitive main characters, who all get fleshed out in fun and interesting ways. It starts the trend of robbing Ororo of some of her powers and tossing her into against-the-odds circumstances, only for her to come out on top.

It solidifies the Storm/Kitty mother/daughter (or older/younger sibling) dynamic. Kitty is a believable teenager when it comes to Storm - clever and kind, but also looking for answers and prone to rash decisions - and I love how much they care for each other.

Jean/Storm-friendship-callback, yay!

Emma gets fleshed out as a villain. Resourceful and petty, powerful and vain. It’s no wonder she’s one of the break-out antagonists of the X-Men, because, like Magneto, Claremont is not afraid of giving her depth. Arguably, she is the most three-dimensional of the Hellfire Club at this point.

Yay! And fuck completely sensible plots, if you don’t know what to do with your plot, just introduce a random persona exchange gun. Let’s use it on Xavier and Legion in Way of X next!