#lil dynamo

[shayziekaiziereblogs]

You and the squad are ready to kick some ninja ass!

When I got back into the Amelia comics, I was amazed by the cover work of Issue #7. Just seeing Captain Amazing and his team expanded their numbers with Owen, Mary Violet, EarthDog, the Britneys, Reenie, and (the most surprising) Bug and Iggy.

You know, come to think of it, I don't think Owen, Bug or Iggy ever established their hero IDs.

In my opinion,I think Owen's hero name would be "Spy Bat", Bug would be "Tundra" and Iggy would be "Sgt. (Sergeant) Ignatius". What do you think of those names?

[utahsrainbowsprinkles]

Dynajoy as TV Girl because I actually have nothing else to post and Tik Tok liked it lmao 😭 I’m sorry for all the inactivity I had Covid a few weeks ago and stuck in some mad art block 💔💔 hopefully I’ll get back into drawing Papa Louie art lol but in the meantime feel free to ask for any headcannons or literally anything Papa Louie related! :D 🌈🦄💖 Trust me I will yap for hours and I’ll never run out of things to say 😛🤪

[glamnessaaumisc]

Whetzle and Co.

I drew some OCs for a friend's project that should hopefully be coming to Tumblr very soon.

Glämi - Glämi (or Glami, pronounced Glommy) was all my design. I thought "Sexy Worm Secretary" and turned my words into an image. Glämi is Whetzle's secretary. May or may not be in an open relationship with Zlad. TBD.

Zlad Dynamo - Zlad is a dance master who sounds like he is from Eastern Europe. The hat is part of his body.

Whetzle - The protagonist. My friend called him "The Greedy Griddler." Truth is, he's not greedy at all. His hat just makes him look like a business tycoon. He is of a race of sockpuppet people known as Stocklings, a people whom you can learn more about when this project debuts.

[thebibliomancer]

Essential Avengers: Avengers #324: The Crossing Line Part 6: IMAGINARY BORDERS

October, 1990

NUCLEAR HOLOCAUST!

Finally, we reach the end of the Crossing Line. In which at no point is the title the Crossing Line explained. I've heard that the Crossing, that infamous Avengers storyline, also doesn't really explain itself. Maybe both stories are named for making people cross. Who can say?

Anyway, last time in Avengers: Russian terrorist group Peace Corpse hijacked a nuclear submarine to try to cause World War III to fix the world economy.

The Avengers were called in to try to get the sub back. The Russian group, the People's Protectorate also showed up because leader Red Guardian knew Peace Corpse's leader. Due to a lot of dumb fighting, the two groups aggroed a group of Atlanteans. And the action shifted to Canada, so Alpha Flight got involved.

Captain America proceeded to bungle a hostage crisis and fucked up so bad while storming the sub that Canada exploded. Alpha Flight's shaman slurped up the explosion, the city, and an entire chunk of Canada into his magical bag of holding.

Everyone had to get along and cooperate to reunite with the bag dimensions but they found that leaving the bag would instantly kill them with radiation.

Then the Peace Corpse leader and his lieutenant show up as a giant naked radioactive conjoined man, who still wants to cause World War III.

I have all the context and I still don't quite understand why this is happening.

It's all a metaphor for a post-Cold War world, probably.

Vision: "It would appear that their biological link to the Waterwind radically altered them when the submarine's nuclear payload detonated." Captain America: "No need to belabor the obvious, Vision."

The obvious?? The only reason I buy that as an explanation for what happened is because it clearly happened and there's no other explanation offered.

Anyway, the giant naked man is named Combine, because he is two guys Combine-d into one. And he wants to help everyone leave the bag of holding dimension so they can shotgun radioactive fallout all over the world.

He's not here to be helpful.

Box forms some guns and tries shooting at Combine but combine laughs off bullets and then eye lasers Box the fuck unconscious.

A big radioactive conjoined naked man fight floating in a void doesn't give all the characters a way to join the fight. So Puck, Stingray, Red Guardian, Diamond Lil, an unconscious Sersi, an unconscious Box, and Fantasma chill with the civilians.

Vostok uses his technopathy on the Box armor to turn it into a wall to keep the civilians safe from stray shots.

Meanwhile, Fantasma meditates to contact Shaman in the outside world. Just to touch base. Tell him about the giant naked man.

Shaman is not holding up too well. Containing a chunk of Canada and a bunch of people in his mystic satchel of holding is not what it was meant for. And the strain is making him bleed from his face holes, as strain sometimes does to characters whose gifts aren't in the more mental or mystical department.

The long and short and the teal deer is that the People's Avengers Flight need to wrap this up soon or Shaman might be unable to get them out at all.

They also don't really have a plan to wrap it up. Just determination from Captain America that they can't let Combine release all the radiation. If they have to be stuck in the mystic satchel to prevent him from poisoning the planet, well, that's what heroes do.

Perun: "Ho! Have at thee, pontificating buttocks-touching baboons!!"

You're a treat, Perun.

And Combine isn't one of those unstoppable cosmic powers that the Avengers et al are way over their heads with.

As Vision, Perun, Guardian, Crimson Dynamo, and Quasar hammer him, Combine complains that their stupid, ineffectual attacks are wearing down his (their?) supply of radiation.

Combine can absorb more radiation. From the various people trapped in the bag of holding or from the inanimate objects that got hoovered up. But that's not a bad thing either, since once something/someone has been cleansed, they or it can be released from the satchel.

The only problem is the balancing act of making sure Combine doesn't slurp up so much radiation that he murders all of the People's Avengers Flight members fighting him.

Also, now Team Don't Irradiate the World does have a plan.

The other Peace Corpse members who didn't turn into a giant, naked radioactive conjoined man have had a change of heart.

Some guy: "We understand your doubt, Captain, but it is through your own actions -- and those of the others -- that we have seen the error of our ways! Through your efforts, you not only saved your own lives, but those of hundreds of innocents and the very people who threatened you to begin with!"

Feels like the other Peace Corpse members should have gotten more focus to sell this change of heart. But I think we're supposed to view it the same as the Atlanteans coming together to work with everyone.

Whatever.

Anyway, the other Peace Corpse guys suggest that they be merged with Combine so they can out-vote Illyich and Strokov.

Puck: "Democratic principles in a communist villain?! Don't you just love this international thing here?"

Now, you can't just throw Peace Corpse at Combine and expect them to bloop together. Illyich and Strokov were fused because they were wired into the missile computer or whatever nonsense it was.

But Sersi can do it, with her matter transmutation power!

Except she's unconscious from all the strain of using her powers and then getting psychically whammied by Combine!

But Fantasma can just hijack Sersi's powers like she did in the previous issue!

Poor Sersi and Box. Cool stuff is happening with their powers in this issue. But they're both unconscious and someone else is using their stuff.

I guess that's the international cooperation in work.

Fantasma helps Captain America manifest as a giant head to explain the plan to the heroes who are busy fighting Combine.

Captain America: "We have a plan -- but it requires your help -- all of you must continue to pound the Combine relentlessly! Don't let up -- once their resolve is weakened... the remaining members of the Peace Corpse will enter their group mind and force the Combine to absorb our radiation from us!" Perun: "That sounds ridiculous!" Crimson Dynamo: "Of course it does, friend Perun... Which means it will probably work perfectly!"

I can almost imagine the exhaustion in Dynamo's voice. As he grapples in that moment with the insanity of living in a comic book universe where nonsense is just reality.

While Team Fight Combine fights Combine, Fantasma takes Sersi's unconscious body and starts bringing the remainder of Peace Corpse towards Combine.

Meanwhile, Combine has absorbed radiation from enough people and material for Shaman to start bringing people through.

Tyrak: "Avenger! Allow us to go first -- we are perilously close to death as it is. If someone is to be used to test the magician's theories, it may as well be us." U-Man: "After all, what difference if a few Atlanteans die?" Captain America: "All life is precious to us, Meranno, yours included. But if you're volunteering, then let's do it. We don't have much time..."

So Shaman dumps people and stuff out of his bag of holding and huzzah, the radiation is gone.

The Atlanteans are able to hydrate and save the human civilians that landed in the water.

Back in the bag space, Vision puts into motion his secret plan.

... He just does what he always does. He intangibles. In fairness, he doesn't fist. He usually fists. But Combine is just too dang big. So he flies through him instead and does him a distraction.

That lets Guardian do her thing. And her thing is apparently a "gravitational shunt."

She instant transmissions. Even including the POP!

The non-Combine members of Peace Corpse are shoved into Peace Corpse, leading to a discussion as everyone fights for consensus.

"--No! You cannot control us -- our cause is just!" "No, Illyich, my friend -- your actions, your decision to unite the world through war was wrong!" It's true, Illyich! An international enclave of heroes has shown us the way of the future!" "That was is through might! We must use force to further the needs of our country and our planet!" "No, Strokov -- it's not through force of might, or through personal gered. We've learned that now!" "It is through mutual dependency, mutual cooperation, and mutual desire!" "Do you see inside our minds now, Illyich? Strokov?" "I -- I -- see --" "Then we must atone for the error of our ways, comrades."

Outvoted. Democracy in action!

The new Combine absorbs all of the excess radiation and form a giant hand-holding circle of naked people.

And like a lot of throwaway cosmically powerful characters in fill-in stories, the Combine decides to fuck off into (bag) space to explore reality.

We'll never see them again.

But at least they learned that borders aren't real.

Shaman is just about to collapse and the dimensional vortex too so everyone still in the bag dimension books it back through to planet Earth.

Just one entire half hour later, everyone is getting ready to go their separate ways.

The Atlanteans have fucked off. Apparently, Captain America talked with them before they left, telling them that Attuma would be treated fairly in his war crimes trial.

Didn't realize that was a thing.

Anyway, they Atlanteans also expressed interest in getting some humanitarian aid. Considering Atlantis got blown up twice in one event.

The People's Protectorate fuck off, on good terms with the Avengers. And since this is Canada, the Avengers fuck off, leaving Alpha Flight to watch them go.

Guardian: "We did ourselves and our country proud, gang. Funny, to be part of an ideological struggle between the world's super powers, wasn't it?" Puck: "Sort of makes you wonder what the worth of ideology really amounts to, eh? After all, we don't owe the children of tomorrow a bit of our ideologies and foolish way.s We just owe them a world in which they can choose to create their own... for the better, one hopes..."

Is THAT what we learned from all of this?

I thought we learned... something about democracy and working together? Idunno.

Let's just transition into the back-up feature so I don't have to sort out themes.

So we finally learn who has been messing with the Avengers Support Crew and who called them all out to the park last issue.

It is Mother Night!

I haven't heard of her! But she works for the Red Skull and seems to have power over perception.

She's also, maybe, a bit of a doofus. Calling the Avengers Crew for a big dramatic reveal without thinking that construction workers might wander through.

Her powers let her get away with it but she did have to pause her dramatic speech to disguise herself.

Mother Night takes the Avengers Crew outside the grounds to a blood donation truck where Minister Blood and Machinesmith are waiting.

Minister Blood wasn't around when this evil scheme was set into motion so Night Explains It All.

She and Machinesmith have been staking out the Avengers' headquarters for two weeks. Night disguised herself as a lady walking her dog and hypnotized Jarvis as he was on his way to the mansion. Then, she planted a micro-transmitter in his inner ear. And did the same with the rest of the Crew over the next days. With that micro-transmitter, she could trigger a traumatic hallucination.

Which is what was happening in all the back-up stories.

Now, with the Avengers Crew in her power, Mother Night and Minister Blood are going to perform psychic surgery to implant post-hypnotic commands for later.

Which apparently consists of the same traumatic experiences again but this time Mother Night saves them in exchange for them doing favors for her. But the favors will be done subconsciously and the Crew won't remember any of this except as a hazy dream.

Minister Blood: "So how long has the Skull been planning this little venture?" Mother Night: "Johann doesn't know a thing about it, Minister. Using their civilian workers to bug the Avengers' new headquarters was all my idea. When the job's complete, I'm going to give Johann a bank of video monitors to correspond to every bug they plant. I think the Red Skull is going to just adore the birthday present I got him, don't you?"

Making him a birthday gift. First-name basis. This woman I've never heard of and the Red Skull must be close. Like the closest of acquaintances.

So, all those back-up stories were written by Mark Gruenwald, who is also writing the entirety of Avengers #325.

So he's setting something up. We'll see what. Because I'm covering that issue before I head into the Terminus Factor, the linked annuals story for the Avengers.

Stay tuned!

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[irl-dogboy]

it's bonkers bananas that people are just in your life and then suddenly for whatever reason they aren't anymore and you just have to be okay with carrying them around with you forever. do you carry me??? i'll never know and that doesn't seem fair

[are-you-judd-enough]

Thank you to the Salmon Run Overfishing discord server for having such good resources! I'll be collating some tips to help us defend our turf! If you have a weapon you want highlighted, speak up!

First up, the Dynamo Roller. When i first started getting Dynamo felt like a Splat sentence. The trick is keeping an eye on your ink and understanding what mode your attack will work best in!

Horizontal and vertical flicks are extremely powerful, but you can run over every lesser salmonid! Your ink only decreases when you move, and it regenerates when you're stood still, even with the roller down! You only needs to be moving very gradually to count as attacking so if you need to stick out a particular area, like fireflies, you can defend your entire team by staying almost completely still!

*sirens blaring, red alert lights flaring*

Attention all Cephalopodae, Big Run is coming, I repeat, BIG RUN IS IMMINENT. Grizzco is offering rewards for those who pitch in and meet certain quota and offering DOUBLE BOUNTIES on all King Salmonid.

Routes into and through Undertow Spillway will be CLOSED Friday through Monday to prepare and clean respectively and traffic around the area will be disrupted as a result.

Now is a good time for prospective participants to refamiliarise themselves with the special properties of weapons in a Salmon Run context, for example how an Explosher makes short work of the missle pods on a Flyfish and chokes Mudmouth throats, allowing your team mates to save the ink they would normally have to spend in splat bombs!

Remember to "Help!" when you are ready to be saved (not immediately after you get splatted!), "This way!" to indicate where the first wave spawns and "Booyah!" back (it's only polite).

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Nora: You know, between Bleiss and Bluby, I'm pretty happy I'm an only child! Wouldn't want a Dark Version of Myself creeping up on me! You don't have a dark twin, do you Fearless Leader?

Jaune: What? Me? NO! HAHAHAH! I Only have Seven Sisters! Nothing about a Half-Sibling AT ALL!

Nora: ... Who said anything about a Half Sibling?

The door breaks open as someone kicks it in. They are a Young man, half an inch taller than Jaune with short, feathery, Jet black hair. He wear a thick, black Leather jacket, Jeans, Heeled boots, and Aviators with a gunmetal scarf around his neck.

???: *swaggering up to and hooking an arm around Jaune* Well Well Well Golden Boy~ Lookin' good for a runt~

Jaune: *removing the man's arm* ... Dawne. How have you been?

Dawne: What? No Love for the Brother, Lil' Bro?

Jaune: You are not even an hour Older than me! And you're not my brother!

Dawne: You're dad and my dad are one in the same~ Just Chill Shortstop!

Jaune: gods give me patience.

Dawne: What? That confident in your strength? And you say I have an Ego!

Jaune: If the gods gave me Strength, you'd be in the hospital.

Dawne: Ah Man, Don't be like that! 'Sides, a little birdie told me you're in a with a lot of hot broads~

Jaune: ... Dawne, listen to me, and listen to me well.

Jaune: If you do anything to my friends that they don't like, they will only get the chance to kill you if I don't end you first.

Dawne: ...

Dawne: *Looking over his sunglasses, dark brown eyes shining* Damn. You're serious.

Dawne: Fine. Your friends are off limits. That list can't be too long.

Nora: Uh, Hi, Hello! he's not lying, Most of us will break your legs if you try anything! Who are you and why are you here?

Dawne: I'm-

Jaune: This is Dawne Angeles, My half brother. My parents had a threesome, and nine months later the two of us were born to separate mothers. He's been a pain in my butt my whole life. As for why he's here ...

Jaune: Why are you here?

Dawne: Transferred from Haven! The other half of my team should be here Soon~

Jaune: Other half?

???: Hello.

J+N: AH!

A young woman with shoulder length teal hair, roughly Nora's height gingerly steps in. She's wearing a full, fancy, modest (In terms of visible skin) Victorian maid's outfit. The long skirt swished just enough to see the high heels she wore.

???: *curtsying* My apologies for frightening you. My name is Eren Jötunn.

Eren: I am the second of our team, and I would like to apologize for the roughness my teammate is displaying and speaking with, though i have been told that that is often how sibling treat each other, in which case you may ignore my apology.

Eren: Mister Angeles, please join me in the walk to the Airship Docks. I'm certain our Partners will be here shortly.

Dawne: Hey frostbite, we don't need to worry, They'll send us a message-

Eren: *Stamps the ground, standing tall* Mister Angeles, I would suggest That you join me in the walk to the Airship docks.

Dawne: ... *sigh* Fine. *pats Jaune on the shoulder* See you 'round, golden boy.

Jaune: Yeah, Yeah, Whatever.

Jaune: I'm glad that maid-girl swung by. She seems chill.

Jaune: Nora?

Nora: She Looked like my mom.

Jaune: What?

Nora: I- I look like my mom, but she looks like my mom too.

Jaune: ... Oh Crabapples.

~~~~~

Dawne has a Greatsword-Battlerifle called "Horizon Line", and Eren fights with a Longbow, coating her Arrows in dust, and a Shortsword on her side.

Eren's Semblance "Thermal Dynamo" Allows her to suck the heat out of air (or thing she's touching) and use it to boost her combat prowess. This is extremely taxing and makes the air around her much, MUCH Colder.

I have no ideas for the other half of Anti-Jnpr.

[reserved-system]

Renchanting Splatoon AU

Artist is not immune to Treebark/Renchanting propaganda

More Splatoon AU! This time with these two bastards. You know the drill! Rambles + bonus context under cut

Ren and Martyn go way back, like Octolings being trapped underground far back in Splatoon 2 before Octo expansion.

Originally, they were both soldiers deployed to Octo Canyon, that's how they met! Ren's the older and taller of the two, also tallest from his section. A lot of their scars come from their time serving, from falling debris or what have you. Ren has the most character building so lets hop into that.

During his time serving, Ren was stationed on a stage where Agent 4 (or the protag from Splatoon2) had to use a charger to get around the stage and splat enemies. They wouldn't know the effects of this until they were freed and released to the surface.

After they were released to the surface, they all took off their Octoshades for the final time. While the other Octolings were amazed by the bright, warm sunlight, Ren could hardly see a thing, the bright light over powering his vision. After taking so many brightly colored charger shots to the face, his eyes had developed a light sensitivity forcing him to wear sunglasses wherever he went. His eyes were blue, but because of the yellow charger shots over time his eyes shifted from light blue to a lemon-lime-y yellow. Idk how to describe it.

Martyn and Ren were already close from serving together, so when Ren had trouble seeing, Martyn would grab his hand and lead him places, even sharing a flat together.

I see them as queer platonic partners. Ren is Aroace while Martyn is unlabeled, not really caring enough to put a label on whatever he has going on but he does experience some romantic attraction but that's not the driving force behind them

Martyn keeps spare sunglasses for Ren on hand, just in case :] and sometimes Martyn will also wears sunglasses so Ren doesn't feel awkward for wearing them in stores or inside buildings, etc.

Unfortunately due to his condition, Ren isn't able to participate during Splatfests so instead they have their own party for the weekend and anyone who isn't going to be participating in the fest are always welcome to join them.

I don't know if you've noticed but Ren has a HARD resting bitch face (rbf) because of his sunglasses. You'd sit across from him on the tran and he'd looks so displeased to be there until you actually talk to him and he's so bright and bubbly to talk to. Martyn has a more expressive face but I'd say his default expression is focused.

RIGHT. I ALMOST FORGOT.

Ren is a Splatana Wiper main and Martyn is a Gold Dynamo Roller main. I have more thoughts and headcanons about them but I think I'll save it for another post.

Hey! Thanks for reading about my silly lil AU, it means the world <3

[gambeque]

you

[grabs you]

tell us more abt ur 8 and cap (them being gay)

ur enabling me ty

• they don't start dating till right before splat 3 just cuz theyre both kinda slow to opening up, takes em a while to be close as friends

• 8 realizes first but at this point she's fine w it lol, she knows 3 is aloof so she takes no shame in flirting w them. she waits for 3 to confess tho

• (i have a half-finished comic for them getting together but just know 3 says some queer shit without thinking and 8 pounces on the opportunity)

• as a couple they're insufferable, they make a rly good team for agent work but they get hardcore distracted

• 3 also knows octarian so they mutter inside jokes with 8 and have tiny conversations all the time

• they both go a lil crazy silly about weapon machinery, their apartment is full of trinkets. plus 3 rly likes to learn abt octo tech from 8, they build lil things together

• 3 took up cooking after getting injured from OE and makes shit for 8 all the time. 8's culinary skills are actually dogshit so its a good balance lol

• 8 also *attempts* to teach 3 how to play chargers, they went from playing slayer to backline since they can't swim so good anymore (hence bein a dynamo main) but 3 does not focus during their lil sessions lol

• they also nap lots together ty 🐙💚🦑

[emwritesstuff]

DYNAMO | Steve Rogers x Reader | part 3.

HYDRA has made their share of human experiments. You're just one of them. One of the least successful ones. One of the least functional ones. At least your life in the facility gave you a few things: unwavering resilience, cool(ish) superpowers and a great sense of humor. Steve Rogers would strongly disagree with that last one. A single chance encounter with him reluctantly brings you into the Avengers Compound, and you're determined to make his life as miserable as you can. Feeling's mutual.

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notes: this is for whoever was starved for Steve (you'll get the name of the chapter by the end). And the to lovers part of enemies to lovers begin... (warnings: mentions of human experimentation, violence, cursing, nosebleeds, sexual tension, a lil' bit of grinding) (5.2K words)

3: FRICTION SURGENCE

DAY 10

Bruce Banner is nice. The man carries himself like a ticking time bomb, ready to burst into green rage at any moment, but to you he’s just the nice doctor who runs your full body scans every Monday.

He even says sorry when he sticks you with the needles to measure your energy levels.

Your cheek is stuffed with a lollipop, that he started to keep in the lab when you jokingly asked for one. The sugar is almost enough to coat the frustration from the results you’ve been getting these past few days.

“Nothing?”

“Nothing.” He sighs, pulling the needles from your arms. They’re especially made, connected by wires to a big computer. “Well, nothing that we didn’t know.”

It’s been the same thing, over and over: energy levels normal. Electrical impulses normal. Few extra things on your DNA, however nothing too strange running on your bloodstream.

You’ve seen samples of Rogers and Bruce’s on a microscope, and next to them you were just a regular joe.

Except when you make the Compound’s lights flicker and the raging migraines, your brain works normal. Bruce says the heightened brain activity is what causes your head to pound and your nosebleeds, but he doesn’t know how to make it stop.

In fact, no one knows how to make it stop. Not even the HYDRA scientists who made you had that answer, even though no one lets you take a look at what they wrote, so you just have to believe their word. It’s great.

Banner keeps himself optimistic, though, and you want more than anything to deposit all your faith on him, but you’re not sure if you have any to spare.

You’re using your teeth to crack the last bits of the lollipop when broad shoulders block the view from the doorway. Steve Rogers looks godlike even in his workout attire; white shirt, navy slacks and the most stoic face on the universe.

You hate how he looks like that at 8 a.m. while you probably look like roadkill with fading blue hair.

He stands like a god and acts like one, all knowing, the very image of goodness in breathable microfiber and a straight spine.

You’re not religious.

“Training.” Is all he says when you raise your eyes at him, and you groan.

Training. The part of your pardon they left out in the Quinjet two weeks ago. Something about Fury wanting you ready, something about being a potential recruit-Avenger-sidekick thing.

They didn’t count that besides the times where you’ve accidentally zapped your opponents on the wrestling mat, you were basically useless. You didn’t have super strength or spy skills. All you had was a smart mouth and sheer indomitability. And that made Captain America livid.

He was strict and gave you a hard time, which you always retorted with verbal provocation. Which in turn made him even worse, although something in the flush of his ears made your muscles less sore and your stamina last a little more. All of that, combined with his hate for you and your HYDRA past and your hate for him and his military-like lifestyle, constantly fed the cat and mouse thing you two had going on.

“Fuckin’ hate training.”

“Come back for another check-up when you’re done.” Banner says when you hop off the medical bed. You mutter an okay to the very green back of his neck and scurry after Rogers, already taking his long strides ahead of you.

You’re glaring at him across the mat as places his shoes neatly to the side of it. “This is not a very fair fight, don’t you think?”

His eyes flicker to you, and he smirks. Asshole.

“Don’t let me catch you, then.”

Your mouth parts open, because this is the same training Nat does with him, except she’s like a Cirque du Soleil acrobat (Tony has multiple DVDs of that thing) and you are, as aforementioned, akin to roadkill.

Which means she suggested it, and Rogers so eager to kick your ass at literally and metaphorically any opportunity he has, embraced it.

Assholes.

You half-yelp-half-roar as he tackles you to the mat for the 5th time. “Fold.”

“No! Get off me!” He does as you say for once, and you both retake your positions on opposite sides of the mat.

You bend your back as he lurches forward, your Yoga sessions with Wanda showing results for the first time, but you’re so taken aback by your newfound flexibility Rogers has an opening to catch you again, this time like a sack of potatoes.

“That’s six. Fold.” You squirm in his grasp. You’d actually be having fun if it wasn’t him and his hellbent will on making you miserable.

He’s the worst of them. Sam teases you but in a friendly way; he was one of the first to welcome you in. Nat is hard on you but she’s so cool you don’t mind. Wanda is nicer than she should be; Bucky Barnes avoids you, but you’re thankful for that.

Tony is… Tony.

Rogers’ just the goddamn worst. Ground rules for this exercise: you make them touch the mat, you make a point. You obviously can’t tackle Captain America. 

“It’s not fair if I have no way to make points!” You deliver punches to his back that you know don’t do much but tickle.

“You would if you took your training seriously. Do you fold?”

“Eat shit, Rogers.”

 You can feel him craning his neck to look at you, and you twist your back to stare at him too. “Watch your mouth.”

“Fuck you.”

In a split second you are slammed back onto the mat, Rogers pinning you down as his eyes flame right in your face. You’re both panting, from exertion and anger. He hovers over you like a predator.

His eyes are blown wide. He licks his pink lips. He’s like Adonis. You hate him.

“Fuck off!” You snap out of it, punching and kicking and squirming, to no avail. He’s much larger and stronger.

Frustration threatens to spill through your eyes. Seven.

“Do. You. F-”

You hear a snicker coming from above you. “Damn, d’you guys need the room?”

Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson are standing by the sliding doors of the training room, although you don’t know how long they were there for. Captain America gets off of you in an instant, leaving you to catch your breath on the cushioned floor. “Nat’s training.”

You don’t have the energy to speak, just to stare at the line of sweat staining Rogers’ back. A smirk breaks your indignant pout, a little victory in making him work for his own.

Your eyes land on newcomers, shaking their heads with amused looks on their faces. It’s better not to think about how warm your cheeks feel.

“Didn’t mean to interrupt, just here to do some liftin’.” Barnes jests as you attempt to sit up. Not that he needed to lift. The man had a tree trunk of a body, rivaling Thor’s even though he’d never agree to it and Bucky was too modest to say so himself.

“And I’m looking for a run partner. Steve?”

Your star-spangled tormentor spares you a glance as he’s putting his running shoes back on. “You should report to—”

“In a minute, mom.”

Rogers and Wilson disappear through the glass doors, and you slump back into the mat. Banner would have to wait a little while longer.

DAY 37

Combat training. Stealth training. Cardio. Lab tests. More cardio.

Your schedule has been so full the last few weeks you’ve barely had time to register what you were doing. Being dragged from one thing to the other, day after day, and before you could think about it your body was toning up and you could keep up with the Avengers on their morning run.

Well, not the super soldiers. But still. Great progress.

Although you’d like to be anywhere but the Avengers compound, you had to compromise. The pardon was too good to pass up. Easy access to morphine was even better.

Now, Bruce knew enough that he could medicate you before the nosebleeds started, which was nice. The migraines still chastised you often, but that’s what the morphine’s for. Tony was close to forgiving you about the time you made the lights flicker and he lost his record streak on Pac Man.

There was one thing, you weren’t giving in to, though.

Steve motherfucking Rogers.

“I don’t want to be American. I’m fine with my original nationality.”

Discussion of the day: being an official American citizen. To Fury and him, it would make bureaucracy easier; to you, it didn’t matter. You weren’t going to be an Avenger.

“This will help prove your ties with HYDRA—” Nick Fury is intimidating, truly, and persuasive, but you’re dead set on not giving in to more things. Next up, they’ll be changing your name to McKayla McJohnson or something.

“Why does it matter? Wanda didn’t have to change anything.”

“You’re not Wanda. She’s been obliging from day one.” You glare at Steve Rogers, fists clenched on top of the oval table everyone’s gathered around.

“Listen up, Captain Senior Discount—”

“If you were the least bit cooperative—”

“I’m very much cooperative!”

Tony’s at his second expresso of the last twenty minutes “Oh my god, they’re like two high schoolers.”

“If there was such a thing as high-school in the stone age.”

“That’s enough—”

“Are you really sure Russian is your real nationality? HYDRA could’ve gotten you from anywhere.”

You blink. The words could’ve come from Rogers himself – this time, however, they come from Tony. Couldn’t put it past any of them, truly. But Captain America seems appalled; another surprise.

“Tony—”

He’s right – you’re not really sure. You’re also not sure why clinging to a place on your passport is so important to you. Maybe it’s because it’s something Steve wants, and therefore you sink your claws into it and refuse to let go.

 “I—I’m not. This is all I know.” You say quietly, and it’s Steve’s turn to be surprised.

You want to throw your water on his face. If pity is all the reason he’s got to be nice to you, you don’t want any of it.

Maybe you just don’t like all this existential questioning you’ve been doing lately. Where are you from? What can you do? Why did you do all of the things they asked you to? How were you made? Why were you made?

Why? Why? Why? Why?

“Could we come back to this another time? Training’s in five.” Rogers’ voice pulls you from your thoughts, and for the first time you’re thankful he’s so serious about fitness.

To his face, however, you roll your eyes. But follow him out to the gym anyways.

You almost have to run to keep up with his stride. His shoulders are tense, you can see it from behind him and imagine his expression. When the thought that you’ve should’ve given in and let them grant you citizenship comes up in your head, you shake it as if your ears are full of water.

“Where are we going?” You ask when he walks past the gym, but he doesn’t answer. “Rogers!”

“Outside. It’s sunny out.”

Before you can retort that it’s never stopped him from locking you up in that sweat-stinking-dungeon and that you’d actually love a pool day for once, you arrive at your real destination.

The Avengers Compound is situated right in the middle of a big grass field, with surrounding woods as extra measure of privacy. Anti-aircraft shields protect it from above, and you’re still wondering if they’ll give you a shock collar to keep you from running off.

Sam lands on the grass right in front the both of you. Full gear. “Hey kid.”

Redwing hovers over his right shoulder, and you almost panic. Is this your training, or you’re just the punching bag of the day? “Hey…”

Bruce and Natasha run up to the three of you, the green one with electrodes and a clipboard in his hands. “…what on Earth is going on?!” You shrill, and Natasha smirks at you.

Steve Rogers is not there when you turn. Natasha has her catsuit on. In the distance you spot Wanda and Vision.

This is it. Happy Death Day.

“Chill out. It’s just training. With a twist.” Nat says when Bruce approaches you with the electrodes, starting to glue them on your temples. When you attempt to protest, Bruce puts a hand on your shoulder. You instantly calm down, and it annoys you to no end.

“I’m using this to monitor your brain activity while you use your powers. It’s not as precise as the lab scans but it’ll do fine.”

“While I use my— during combat training?”

You’ve been practicing alone for Bruce’s research. Inside a Blindex aquarium few things could escape of. A safe, controlled environment, miles away from throwing punches with everyone on a patch of grass.

“That’s the twist.” You realize why Rogers had vanished, a fully clad Captain America coming to stand in front of you.

“That’s why the full gear too.” Nat quips, and you look down at your attire. Leggings and a souvenir T-shirt of the Avengers Tower Tour 2015.

Seems a little unbalanced. Especially when Vibranium is covering their bodies one way or another.

“Are we ready?” Wanda approaches with Vision as Bruce is gluing the last of the electrodes, right in the middle of your forehead.

At least she was in civilian attire, but you’ve seen what she can do.

“Not particularly.” You stare cross eyed at Bruce’s ministrations around your head, and Rogers comes to stand by the two of you.

“And miss the chance to kick my ass for once?”

You scoff. “It’s what gets me up in the morning, Cap.”

The chance of payback makes you almost giddy with excitement. And yet. You couldn’t control your powers for very long, and as much as that’s what training was for, no one had seen how bad things could really get.

What if you lost control? What if someone got hurt?

You know you shouldn’t care. They’re not your friends. You should probably want someone to get hurt, and you hate that you don’t.

Still, you know that keeping yourself unchecked and untrained would lead to it anyways.

So you resign. And training with a twist starts.

To keep you from causing a power outage in the whole Compound a generator was installed so you could steal energy from. Luckily for you, they take turns, each one having a go at kicking your ass independently.

It almost makes you look like you’re standing on equal footing.

You finish Sam quickly the first time, making his wings go haywire with a couple of blasts. He’s too heavy with all the gear to go head-to-head. You can hear Bucky’s booming laughter when your way of dealing with redwing is swatting it like an oversized beetle.

Natasha’s movements are so quick you barely see her approach you, and you don’t have time to refuel at the generator because she lands a kick to your chest that drops you to the grass like a sack of potatoes.

Vision is almost too easy. He’s barely organic, and when you immobilize him with a continuous stream of electricity you wonder if you can refill from him.

You can almost feel the hand of Baron von Strucker on shoulder. His breath on your ear.

You drop Vision at the same time your knees hit the floor. Suddenly you’re gasping for air. “Sorry,” You whisper to him, and he gives you a thumbs up.

“All seems to be functioning. Don’t worry for me.”

Bruce approaches you with a holographic tablet showcasing your brain. “You’re spiking. How do you feel?”

Everything is spinning, but you don’t tell him that. It’s not because of training.

Very good indeed, Asset.

The memory makes you shudder. “I could use a minute.” Banner nods, and a water bottle is placed on your hand at the same time Rogers kneels down to look at you.

The pity again. To hell with him.

“Think you can keep going?”

You take a long swig of water, and it does indeed help with clearing your head. Strucker feels more distant now.

“Why? Scared, Rogers?”

“’Cause your nose is bleeding, smartass.” He puts something on your other hand. A handkerchief. “Clean up. I’m next.”

Legs are still wobbly when you go up to the generator. Your hands itch as you feel the electricity traveling up your arms, making your hairs stand on end. You’re eager, though. Almost inspired.

Captain America is already waiting for you, shield in hand. He blocks your first blast with it, and the second. He knows your moves. He’s not gonna give up his only defense.

You need to get closer to snuck a hit in, so you both prowl each other like two lions fighting for territory. Your time is running out, and soon enough you’ll need the generator again.

Rogers pounces at the same time you do, using his shield as leverage to gain some high ground. You’re looking up at him as you see his face light up blue, matching his eyes.

A strong discharge flies out from your hands, too close to be blocked by the shield. His eyes roll backwards and you grit your teeth. Your every pore burns.

You don’t have mercy on him. He can take it.

If you can take all of this shit, he can take a little lightning.

You fall to the floor when it becomes too much, Rogers stumbling backwards but no more than that. He knows what to expect now. You follow with your eyes as he drops the shield on the grass.

When you look back up at him, he looks almost amused. “Again.” You demand, and he shakes his head.

“Wanda’s turn.”

Fuck.

There’s no doubt in your mind that Wanda is the most powerful of you all. You knew of her and her brother even before leaving HYDRA. The difference between her and you is that she is nice. And likeable, annoyingly so. You can’t just dislike Wanda Maximoff.

And also – she had mastered her powers a long time ago.

She’s waiting when you get up, brushing the grass blades off your leggings. The only one besides yourself not wearing her combat gear.

She doesn’t need it.

Spurts of red surround her like smoke, sparkling under the sun. You summon your power from your palms, groaning when it hurts but only sparks pathetically around your fingers.

You know she’s holding back so you two can start at the same place, and you’re not trying to embarrass yourself in front of all these people, there’s enough of it by just your own existence.

So you focus. Draw a sharp breath as Strucker’s distance narrows inside your damaged brain. Your hands nearly meet at the center of your chest, a movement you rarely ever do because usually splayed palms are enough.

Something sparks. Something blue, and you feel it again.

You can hear shouting around you, but all you can see is red.

You’re sure Wanda only sees blue.

The blasts come from all four of your hands, intertwining in a show of lighting and potential destruction only experiments like you and her can manage; you hear your name but for a second, you’re sure you can break her defenses, so you ignore it.

You ignore the black spots, the metallic taste on your tongue, the migraine.

“Stop!”

Wanda is having too much with this, just like you are. You have no qualms against her, which makes it fun because the intention to hurt isn’t there. She smiles brightly at you, and you finally feel the balance. Equals.

“Wanda! She is spiking too much! You need to stop!”

Wanda notices before you do. You frown at her when she frowns at you, but you don’t have time to dwell on it. Consciousness slips and pulls you under.

All you hear is your name being shouted when red and blue give way to black.

You’re sprawled on your bed like a starfish when you hear the door to your room sliding open.

“Brought you some Tylenol,” Wanda announces softly, and you know it’s being deposited on your bedside table along with a glass of water.

Angel Wanda. If it was anyone else you’d make them leave, but you like her.

“Thank you.”

You woke up the first time in the med bay, with so many wires attached to you that you had a panic attack and blacked out again. You woke up back again here. Like magic.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better. It’s just the headache.” You could still feel your nerves fried from training, but that should pass soon.

The bed dips when she sits near your feet. You crack open one of your eyes and she’s got a guilty smile on her face. “I’m sorry…I think we pushed you too far today.”

You shake your head, and it feels like all the corks and parts inside of you rattle loose when you do. “This is normal,” You gesture to yourself. “That’s what training is for.”

It sounds believable when it comes out of your lips. Truthfully, you’d rather be doing none of this, but you’ll have an expiration date if you don’t.

Sometimes you wonder if you’ll ever get better, or if all this effort is fruitless and all that’s left for you is explode like an atomic bomb and take everyone out with you.

For now, things seemed…okay. At least you were allowed the comfort of your own bed, after Banner deemed you well enough to leave his sight and someone very kindly carried you upstairs.

You hoped it was anyone but Steve Rogers. You didn’t need any further humiliation.

But you remember seeing him there. And you remember him holding you down as you wailed in terror and made the machines flicker, zapping anyone and anything that came near you.

You decide not to ask Wanda about it. Ignorance is bliss.

“Is Vision okay?”

“Perfectly well, miss Sparky.”

You open both of your eyes this time, raising your head to stare at Vision by your doorframe. Ouch.

“Sparky?!”

Wanda grimaces. “Courtesy of Stark. Get used to it, I think it might stick.” She giggles when you groan. “Welcome to the team.”

DAY 49

Natasha manages to coerce you into dyeing your hair after dinner.

She has a whole collection – this time, she’s going blonde. You eyed the pink with interested, but you’re still undecided. Right now, you’re just stripping the blue out of your hair.

The moment feels like a fever dream – Sex and The City playing on her TV while the two of you have a spa day – but you’ve gotten used to weird shit happening on the daily during your short time at the Compound.

Yet someone like Natasha Romanoff going for home haircare rubs you some type of weird.

“Can’t you just go to a fancy salon for this? You know, one with the champagne and the robes.”

She’s meticulously foiling her hair strands on her mirror when she turns to you, a small smile on her lips. “Then everyone will know about the new look.” She smirks. “Old habits die hard. I’m sure you know how it is.”

You’re scratching the skin with your numbers when she says it, and you suddenly feel silly. “Yeah. I get it.”

“Did you decide on a color yet?” She says, expertly deflecting the conversation to something more comfortable. Neutral. Impersonal.

You aren’t sure what makes you say it – morbid curiosity or something else that is shyly blooming inside of you – but you do it anyways.

“What was it like? The Widow Program.”

It takes her a beat to answer.

“I suppose the Red Room wasn’t much different than your upbringing. Tests, rigorous training, brainwashing. Making us the most lethal and obedient tools we could be.”

You meet her eyes in the mirror. She’s almost done with the foils, and you both look insane. But in this moment, there’s understanding.

These people are more like you than you could have imagined. Or even, you’re more like them.

It almost makes you hopeful.

“Mine was called the Brutkasten.”

“The Incubator.” You nod. “There were others like you there?”

“You didn’t get that from my files, Romanoff?”

Natasha grins, turning to you. You raise your eyebrows at her, arms crossed against your chest.

“Nat– and I did. I know you’re the sole survivor of your project as of today. But the files weren’t complete. A lot of blacked out information and missing pages to the reports.”

That surprises you. There’s still answers to be found, somewhere.

“The others all died pretty soon. It’s always been just me since forever.” You still remember some faces.  

The soon-to-be blonde nods. “Let me be honest with you. HYDRA’s in its last leg. But these rats are incredibly hard to find, and if we don’t cut all the heads…”

“More are going to show up. It’s why I’m here, right?” You sigh when she lets you continue. “Listen, Nat… Incubator held more projects than Powerhouse, but they didn’t exactly let us mingle. I’m not this groundbreaking insider you guys want me to be.”

“Think you could point us to a few possible locations, at least? Somewhere we can find those missing reports?”

You smile at her. If anyone can break into the Brutkasten, it’s the Avengers. They get what they want – not that you wouldn’t love to crush more of the HYDRA roaches yourself – and you can try getting the rest of your files.

And then you get better. And you get to live.

“So, which one are you going for?” Nat says, showing you one box of pink and one of cherry red dye.

You scan your eyes between the two boxes. Finally, you pick a third. The closest to your natural hair color. “This one.”

DAY 50

You can almost swear Rogers gets taken aback by your new look. Or maybe it was the just the proper workout attire, an apology gift from Nat who had “accidentally” shrunk your trusty World Tour t-shirt in the dryer.

She doesn’t do laundry.

Steve’s raised eyebrows only last for a few seconds, but you don’t miss it. And then you’re distracted by the grey sweatpants he’s wearing.

One second, max.

“Shall we?”

Just like that, another day starts. You skipped breakfast – being thrown around by Steve Rogers didn’t make the food sit right in your stomach, and besides, you enjoy the extra half hour in bed it provides you.

He’s blocking while you test out the mixed martial arts moves Nat showed you the other day, but not even that works to wind him up.

“Nat said you have intel on a new HYDRA base,” He says, landing a hit on your side. It makes you cough.

“’S not new. Well, to you, sure,” You smirk when he huffs. You use your foot to kick his upper thigh.

“There’s a briefing this afternoon.” Punch. Block.  “Care to share it then?”

You make doe eyes at him, cocking your head to the side. “Why, am I supposed to?”

It seems obvious to you. Of course you’re telling them the location of the base – you have as much interest in what’s in it as they do.

Rogers should know that. So why does he still insist on ordering you around?

Guy has a power kink.

Then you attack, and a badly calculated roundhouse lands you on the mat, Rogers holding your leg up. Furious. Just how you like him. “Do you take anything seriously?”

“Life’s too short.” You grin, and use your free leg to throw his balance off.

The fight resumes, you both this time rolling like animals on the floor. You feel sweat dripping down your temples, and it makes you even more annoyed that he, despite it all, still looks glorious.

He’s too much of everything. Too handsome, too charismatic, too put-together, too serious. Too perfect.

The exact opposite of you.

In your rage, you don’t even notice you’re almost putting up with his pace now. That you’ve been at this for close to an hour, non-stop, when before you needed a break every 5 minutes.

Because you’d waste no opportunity of landing any sort of hit on him, you’re still going strong. On punches and snarls and insults.

He still manages to pin you down, showcasing his much superior strength even though you keep yourself attached to him with your legs locked tight around his abdomen, putting all your might in reversing your positions.

“Let go.” You hiss.

“No.”

You’re tired of these unbalanced fights. Sick of it. “This fight isn’t fair! You’re too—”

“I know.”

You look up at him, perplexed when you realize it.

He’s not trying to train you. He’s trying to break you. Life’s not a fair fight or whatever.

You’re even more perplexed when you finally notice the position you’re in. Hips locked, faces flushed. A single bead of sweat runs down his forehead. Heat pools on cheeks and your lower belly.

Fuck him. Fuck him fuck him fuck him.  “I hate you.”

“I know.”

You can make up the different blues of his irises from here. Some grey in it. Not so picture perfect, after all.

“Good.” You relax enough that he loosens his grip a bit. Neither of you move though – something you don’t want to put a name to clouds your better judgement. He stares at your lips when you lick them.

You’re so close you can feel his ragged breaths on your face.

Stark’s voice on the speakers breaks the trance. This is a one-time call for pancakes.

You’re almost disappointed.

And in a last-ditch effort, you turn your bodies so Rogers is pressed against the mat instead. Better end it while you’re still on top of it. “I’d like some breakfast.”

“You look frustrated.”

Steve looks up from his coffee with a scowl. That’s the understatement of the year, and it’s all her doing – since her arrival, frustration is all he knows. Bucky knows it better than anyone, being the recipient of Steve’s venting every time Sparky and his best friend interact.

Most of it can’t be fixed with a cold shower.

“I’m fine.”

“You positive?”

“I’m positive, Buck.”

Bucky shrugs, giving Steve an affectionate slap on his shoulder. “She’ll fit in well,” He remarks. Already is.

They’re watching the others from the couch; Vision with a suspicious hand on Wanda’s lower back, Sparky – a very fitting nickname for her – threatening Tony with a fork.

“She’s difficult.”

“Can you blame her?”

Steve sighs. “Of course not. But it would be so much easier for everybody—”

“Everybody who? You? I think you like the challenge.”

Bucky grins when all Steve does is sip on his coffee.

“Maybe you should stop trying to fix her yourself and let her find her own way.”

“Maybe she should be grateful she isn’t rotting in the Raft. It’s like she doesn’t even want to be on our side.” He holds the empty mug like it’s his shield.

He still hasn’t figured her out. It’s been driving him insane. One day she is soft spoken and fragile; clinging to his shirt as panic takes over in the med bay, breaths easing as he coos in her ear. The other she is wild and foul-mouthed, grinding on him like—

“I don’t think she’s sure this is the good side yet. Why don’t you show her yours?”

“Buck—”

[lokisgoodgirl]

Are you jealous of Zawe? Since you're so obsessed with his mango but she gets to eat it?

Of course not 🤣 Zawe seems like a lovely woman and I'm glad she and Tom are happy together with their lil family. Get it, girl.

My passionate, feral obsession lies first and foremost with Loki.

Tom, being the erotic dynamo that he is, comes along for the ride sometimes. I admire him, albeit sometimes...a lot. But like, he has a life - and hopefully a really good one. He deserves it! And Zawe too. 😊❤️

[survivalshipping]

(BELATED) Ninjago Fic Rec Week Masterpost

Hey people! I’ve been working on this all week but unfortunately was too busy to really post any of it while the week was happening, so I’m posting all seven days late. I combed my entire bookmarks for this :3

DAY 1 (CANON/LLOYD)

o.k. overture by newnins

For the Lloyd prompt! I just Really Like this Lloyd fic, man. If you read the stuff i write you know how much I love deep introspection into Lloyd struggling with normalcy and his identity/purpose. Also any Skylor + Lloyd friendship is a WIN for me and is sorely underutilized

Chain Reaction by TeuthidaRegina

For the Canon and Lloyd prompt! One of multiple fics on here written by my bestie! I love beast Lloyd so so much and this fic is So Good. Let my man be more creature. I love dragoni Lloyd

Lloyd Gets a Ransom Note by BumblebeeEnby

For the Lloyd prompt! A fic where Lloyd gets to have a meal with Garmadon and Vinny. I’m absolutely obsessed with this fic for several reasons (see: my URL) and it feels so in-character and organic. Would love to be a fly on the wall for this one, honestly.

DAY 2 (AU/MOVIEVERSE/JAY)

Who Said You’re On Your Own? by Subpar_Samurai

For the AU prompt! This is for an AU that I remember seeing posts of by the author/artist prior to the fic being published and being immediately intrigued by it. It’s a story where Ronin is the one who takes Lloyd under his wing and raises him. I really like Ronin. I haven’t seen updates on this AU in a while but I still love it dearly

Prodigal Prince by TeuthidaRegina

For the AU and Movieverse prompt! Another fic written by my bestie. An AU where movie!Lloyd is raised by Garmadon instead...but is still the Green Ninja! The dynamics in this fic are so good. It has everything. Papa Garmadon, Very Much Oni Lloyd, and so, so much drama. Please read this I beg of you

Survivors by Finn_M_Corvex

For the Jay prompt! This was a fic I found relatively recently and it’s...super good? It deals with the survivor’s guilt that both Jay and Lloyd feel due to certain experiences. Jay is written really well in this. It’s also incredibly heartwrenching.

The Catboy-ification of Lloyd Garmadon by jays-supersonic-dynamo

For the Movieverse prompt! THEEEEEE movie fic. THE TLNM FIC EVER. Everything about this fic is absolutely perfect and it’s such fun writing for every movie iteration of the characters involved. I don’t care that Lloyd hates the term, I love dragoni Lloyd in this fic. Catboy is Real

DAY 3 (ANGST/KAI)

a day in the life of a fatherless child by holographicknife

For the Angst prompt! This fic upsets me in a good way. Lloyd deals with his trauma by himself, including a certain somebody showing up. It’s incredibly heartwrenching. Totally recommend.

An Impromptu Little Brother by Leonardo_Charles_BlueWood_21

For the Kai prompt! One of the absolute holy grails of Kai + Lloyd fics, showcasing the development of their brotherly relationship following young Lloyd joining the ninja and living with them. Super good, and Kai’s written great here. 

Off the Deep End by Kiss_The_Cook

For the Angst and Kai prompt! I don’t have a ton to say about this, but the way Kai is written in this is impeccable. Read it.

DAY 4 (FLUFF/COLE)

Dancing in the Rain by K1ngtok1

For the Fluff prompt! Super cute fic starring Lil Lloyd and Kai. Incredibly sweet. This fic just feels like a warm hug. 

Let’s Dye this World by PeachPopFizz

For the Fluff prompt! Lloyd dyes his hair. Chaos ensues. Don’t have much to say, but this fic is so much fun and I love it

hate to say i love you by lloydenthusiast

For the Fluff prompt! Lloyd struggles to tell his found family how much he loves them. Incredibly bittersweet and overall a great read.

DAY 5 (MULTICHAPTER/NYA)

Devil’s Horns by TeuthidaRegina

For the Multichapter prompt! Fic #3 on this list written by my best friend. Even though not everything by them is on here you should read everything by them. S10 divergence fic featuring a whole lotta oni Lloyd and also a whole lotta oni in general. What more could you want? This fic is perfection and I honestly forgot that that wasn’t what happened canonically because I like this way better

Perfect Gardens by northpen

For the Multichapter prompt! Post S10, Lloyd becomes a child again. SUPER long, SUPER angsty, and overall just super super interesting. northpen is a phenomenal author in this fandom. The interactions between Garmadon and Lloyd are so complex, too. I can’t wait for the next chapter of this fic. 

Line of Position (author has since orphaned this fic)

For the Nya prompt! Takes place during Hunted. Nya’s thinking about her family while she’s stargazing. Going to be real this fic made me so damn sad. I feel like there aren’t enough Hunter Nya works out there

Meet Again by northpen

For the Multichapter prompt! I don’t remember if I found this, or somebody recommended it to me, but when I started reading I think I read all but one chapter instead of sleeping. And then I proceeded to wake up the next day and finish it. SUPER good future fic involving reincarnation of sorts, Cole and Zane excluded since they’re still alive. This fic genuinely had me at the edge of my seat as it developed. I don’t want to spoil much but it’s worth the read.

DAY 6 (DYNAMIC DUOS/ZANE)

Piggyback by Echo_K

For the Dynamic Duos prompt! Two different scenes of Lloyd and Kai! Very cute, falls into hurt/comfort territory, but overall is a sweet story. Shows off the development of Kai and Lloyd’s bond well.

You Give Me the Strength I Need (To Cry) by fruitcasket

For the Dynamic Duos prompt! To say that this fic is incredible is an absolute understatement. It focuses on Kai and Lloyd, taking inspiration from The Splinter in the Blind Man’s Eye, and every part of it is amazing. Both perspectives are used. It’s also a multichapter! Seriously, I can’t recommend this enough.

thaw by lloydenthusiast

For the Dynamic Duos and the Zane prompt! A post-S11 fic involving dealing with the repercussions of the Ice Emperor. Really goes in-depth on both how it affected Zane and Lloyd. I don’t see a TON of fics about the two of them so this is always nice to see.

You’ve Got Your Transmission and Your Live Wire by Spinchip

For the Zane prompt! In which Zane experiments with their gender after a technical difficulty. I love seeing peoples’ takes on the identity of the characters in this series and this is honestly one of my favorite in that category. The author is also like, the CEO of Zane to me in general so that adds to how well this is written.

DAY 7 (GEN/TEAM)

brick by brick by lloydenthusiast

For the Gen and the Team prompt! A post-s10 fic dealing with Lloyd’s trauma and how he’s handling (or not handling) it. I love love LOVE the dynamics shown in this and how a connection is shown between everybody and every separate pair. It also feels incredibly organic and realistic, especially in terms of the dialogue.

The Candy Aisle by VioletPixels

For the Gen and the Team prompt! Takes place pre-Child’s Play when Lloyd is still a kid being raised by the ninja. Super cute, super heartfelt, and I love how the thought processes of Lloyd are shown. He’s truly a kid in this.

I’m Here by SenseiGrace

For the Gen prompt! After S3E5, when Lloyd is able to escape Pythor + the Overlord’s clutches and Sensei G comes to his aid. Something about fics involving Sensei Garmadon hit different. I especially liked how this fic was from Garmadon’s perspective. Makes me miss him so much.

a compass to lead you home by aura_w

For the Gen prompt! I don’t want to spoil this fic, but it’s Garmadon-focused (post-reincarnation) and deals with him rediscovering himself and dealing with his identity. Probably one of my favorite Garmadon-centric fics out there. Give it a read!

All I’m Asking For by lloydskywalkers

For the Gen and the Team prompt! I know this has probably been on like, everybody’s rec lists, but it’s worth it. Everything lloydskywalkers wrote is totally worth checking out on their ff.net page. It’s a long (26 chapter) fic which I recommend sitting down and reading fully. There’s a LOT I could say about this fic, but I don’t want to spoil people. Every character from the ninja to Wu and Garmadon are written so goddamn well in this. I think I cried reading the last few chapters. Please read this

Once again, very sorry that I’m like, three days late to posting for the Fic Rec week. I have been very busy 😭 but I really wanted to get my recommendations posted and out there for you guys to see!

[mango0o0o0os]

I managed to fit all five of my main weapons in this image (technically I have six since I play both dynamos interchangeably, but I drew the gold one last time). Anybody here main the same weapons as me?

Lil more blabbing under the cut ^-^

Overall, both the dynamos are my go-to weapons. I have four stars on both and am steadily climbing towards that 5-star milestone.

Octobrush is the weapon I go to when I don't feel like backlining. I just reached four stars on this weapon and I feel pretty proud of it. I don't play the new kit that much just because it's not as aggressive as I would have liked for it. I like poking with my subs, so I generally prefer splat bombs or suction bombs. As far as specials are concerned, I'm usually not too picky, usually leaning towards specials that let me attack from a distance, like booyah bomb or tri-strike. I don't really use zipcaster that much unless I want to be annoying >:3

Z+F Charger is a weapon I picked up for two reasons (note: these reasons may offend some of you lol). Reason one: I wanted to use a charger (I had/still have big dreams of being a feared sniper). Reason two: it looks nice. Somehow I got four stars on the weapon. "Wait Mango does that mean you fulfilled your dream of being a legendary sniper?" Uhm... no, no not really (shhh). I would say I am decent at it. I really only use it in Tower Control and get about 12+ splats a game. On a good day I usually get more and on a bad day I get less. I'm getting there, though.

S-Blast 91! I honestly have no idea why I picked this one. I guess just cuz I thought the opening stance for blasters looked cool? I dunno. This one is fun to use, though, I and really enjoy it. The first kit is meh so I play the new one.

And my final main is kinda my last-resort weapon for when I need to break a lose streak: Enperries :D I only play these because I'm a simp for Emperor. They are good for all modes and have a variety of play styles, though I mostly use them for offensive/aggressive play styles.

So yeah, those are my mains :>

Maybe I'll make another post about my play styles/preferences or whatever as well as stuff about the game modes if anybody is interested. I know I kinda just info dumped of you lol.

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PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU ARE A FELLOW DYNAMO MAIN

okay I'm done

[thebibliomancer]

Essential Avengers #323: The Crossing Line Part 5: ONE WORLD'S NOT ENOUGH FOR ALL OF US

September, 1990

GROUND ZERO! Guest starring ALPHA FLIGHT

Aw geez.

Alpha Flight is looking pretty chipper considering Canada is exploding behind them.

Plus, the Avengers have mutated into giant disembodied heads.

I guess the People's Protectorate don't get to be giant disembodied heads.

Last time in Avengers:

THE AVENGERS NUKED CANADA.

Well, more specifically, Peace Corpse nuked Canada by setting up a fail-safe that went off when the Avengers punched the two ringleaders in the face and disconnecting them from the missiles.

But Captain America has been bungling this entire The Crossing Line incident. Spent more time fighting their Russian counterparts instead of the terrorists who hijacked a nuclear submarine. And then he played hardball during a hostage crisis and got Stingray shot in the head. And then the thing with the failsafe.

Dammit, Cap, you got Canada nuked!

So... What's the book about now? Giant disembodied atomic heads?

Okay. So.

The Avengers didn't get blown up.

Can you imagine?

Captain America, Red Guardian, Vision, Vostok, and Peace Corpse minus the two main dudes are floating in a mysterious, speckled void. The cheetah dimension, perhaps.

Weirdly, Vostok's sensors read the cheetah as biologically active.

That's unsettling.

Fantasma telepathically contacts Cap and reveals that she, Sersi, and a whole bunch of civilians are in a fire dimension. Sersi is having to strain her powers to not only shield the group from the fire but also to keep the temperature within her shield bearable.

Because. Heat. It goes to where there's less of it.

Also, Sersi and Fantasma are the only woman of their respective groups and they've been forced together by circumstance and so they've decided to spend the time being catty.

Weird flex, writer Fabian Nicieza.

When Sersi tells Fantasma to ask Cap, telepathically, whether there's any way he can get them out of the fire dimension:

Fantasma: "Calm yourself, Eternal!"

Sersi: "Don't talk to me that way, you haggling witch!"

These two have barely contributed to the plot and now this.

Fantasma manages to contact Shaman who knows what's going on because he fucking did it. He did the thing that's going on.

When Cap et al fucked up so bad that they nuked Canada, Shaman turned his mystic pouch inside-out.

And apparently his mystic pouch was just packed with dimensional planes.

Then he pulled the pouch inside-inside-out, slurping up all those dimensional planes and also the explosion and also a chunk of Canada.

He's just kind of floating over a hole where the town was.

Annnnd. He can't... quite... just put everything back. So easily.

He needs the peeps inside to draw the various dimensional planes together, for reasons. And quickly because the mystic pouch warranty didn't cover this and it may just break.

What the hell is this plot? We started off with a airport paperback Cold War thriller with a hijacked submarine and now everyone got sucked into a pocket dimension.

Meanwhile, in the cheetah dimension, thin air starts shooting lasers at people.

Vision can just intangible but he notes that he still feels it passing through him, which means those lasers are packing a lot of power.

Cap tells Sersi and Fantasma that he doesn't know how long he can hold out in the cheetah, laser dimension.

Sersi: "Wouldn't the colloquial response be 'welcome to the club'...?"

Fantasma taps into Sersi's mighty psychic powers (even apologizing for how it's going to hurt like hell) to search the pouchaverse for more of the missing peeps.

And she finds another group, in a dimension of water.

Quasar and Crimson Dynamo float above the waves. Crimson Dynamo's armor is running low on power. And Quasar is having to focus on keeping the place lit up so they can see if anybody starts drowning.

Because, yeah, dimension of pure water doesn't have any light.

Puck, Perun, Diamond Lil, and Box sans his armor are treading water. Also, Tyrak and Orka are here. They're just vibing.

Fantasma projects an image of herself to team water world. She fills them in on the mystic pouch stuff and that they need to find a dimensional nexus that connects the planes.

Tyrak has some opinions to share about that.

Tyrak: "Why should we Atlanteans believe you? We can survive here -- we will wait until this nuclear squall clears and then we --" Perun: "Look around, you scale-infested oxygen-deprived lobotomzied minnow! The skies are black, the water purple! We are not on Earth! I will gladly fight you til eternity's end, Tyrak, but if you ever want to see your home again -- you land -- your loved ones -- we will have to work together! Do you understand cretin?!" Tyrak: "What must we do, woman?"

Hah, Perun is fun.

That string of insults was something else.

Meanwhile, in the energy dimension, Vostok finds the Box armor. He's able to use his synthezoid powers to interface with the systems to maneuver it.

Meanwhile, the rest of everyone, in the desert dimension.

Guardian is leading a huge pack of civilians, U-Man, and Stingray. And nobody is doing well. U-Man is dehydrating fast. STingray has a concussion, and the civilians are getting exhausted from marching through the desert.

Fantasma psychically projects to Guardian and tells her she needs to get everyone to the desert plane's nexus so she can reunite with everyone. And Guardian passes the info along to everyone else that they now have a concrete destination.

Guardian: "The Russian woman -- Fantasma -- she told me we have a chance of finding the others and a way out of here. But we have to go back. I'll fly ahead, you lead the others." Stingray: "The fact that I'm operating with a major concussion doesn't matter to you?' Guardian: "No. Just do it."

Ha.

But this has been such a trying day for Stingray. He didn't even want to be here and all he's gotten is grief.

Back in the energy dimension, Vostok turned the Box armor and maybe some other parts, I dunno, into a neat looking spaceship.

Team energy dimension is feeling worn down. They've been traveling in the direction Sersi told them for almost two days.

But when Sersi contacts them again, she tells them it's barely been five minutes on her side. So I guess time is flowing differently in different parts of the mystic pouch pocket dimension.

In order to get the energy and fire dimensions to touch, Shaman has to compress the energies of the pouch. "Both physically and spiritually."

Which means he's gotta scrunch the pouch in his hands.

Yes, really.

Sersi has to open a gap in her force field to let the tether from the Box Ship in. She warns everyone to get back but the nearest people still get badly burned by the heat that comes pouring in even that small hole.

As badly strained as Sersi is, she can't pull the ship through the vortex by herself. She asks Vision to help her.

Vision: "To do so would require I solidify my form. To solidify my form would subject me to the potentially terminal ravages of this environment." Sersi: "I know what I ask of you, Avenger! It is no less than we have all had to give!" Vision: "I am well aware of that and am acting accordingly."

And he do. He suffers from cosmetic damage to his synthetic skin but they get the ship through. Vostok warns that he won't be able to maintain this construct much longer in this heat but Sersi tells him that won't be a problem for much longer.

So the heroes get everyone aboard the Box Ship and next travel through the portal to the water dimension.

Vostok reshapes the ship again to be more of an open boat so they can fit more people on board.

It was an entire town that got slurped up in this mess.

As he helps people out of the water, Captain America marvels. But doesn't Captain Marvels.

Captain America: "Even Tyrak is helping! Our differences -- the angers we just recently had -- all put aside for the sake of survival."

I feel like that's the thesis of this story.

Peace Corpse thought the only way to bring the world together and Fix Everything was to spark another world war. Because Peace Corpse is dumb.

But by having three different superhero teams and a squad of named Atlanteans all having to work together to survive this madness, the comic says 'maybe there is a better way than Peace Corpse's stupid dumb idea.'

Although, uniting the world for survival is what leads to Ozymandias Watchmen and his giant octopus psychic alien scheme so bear in mind that no idea should be taken to extremes.

New problem though. Vostok is worn out, I guess, and Box pilot Madison Jeffries says he can't fly the Box armor with so many people.

He can turn the armor into a flying chair, a la Metron's Mobius chair, with a tether that everyone can hang onto.

But there will be no protection from the void.

Captain America: "Sersi -- can you provide a protective sheath -- similar to the field you recently erected -- around each of us individually?" Sersi: "And still telepathically scan for Guardian's nexus? I believe I can, Captain. Just be certain my funeral is a lavish one upon your return to Earth."

I love that Sersi sass.

'I'll die for your cause but my funeral better kick ass.'

And with new Eternal lore, she'd pop right back up so she could personally make sure they don't half-ass the event.

The amazing chair and its trailing tail finds Guardian's group and all the people in the bag of holding are finally together.

So Shaman can finally start letting some people out. But first he has to put some land for them to stand on. And then Guardian insists that the civilians be rescued first.

Oof.

That first group of civilians released is almost immediately skeletonized by the radiation. Including an on-panel child death, geez.

When Shaman slurped up the land, the people, and the nuclear explosion, that meant he slurped up the radiation too. And it's apparently not a problem inside the bag for whatever mystical reasons or because of different laws of physics.

But back on planet Earth, that much radiation kills people dead. And Shaman can't sift the radiation out from all the people. That'd be crazy.

Since that's not bonkers enough, a giant, naked and conjoined Prokvitch and Strokov show up, promising to help everyone return to Earth.

Captain America: "Why do you want to help us? If you return us to Earth now, not only will the radiation kill us, it will also poison the planet!" Combine: "Yes... we know."

I suspect that these dudes that planned to start a nuclear war on purpose are, in fact, assholes.

Also, remember when this was an airport paperback political thriller plot? Now we've got enormous conjoined dudes with cosmic swooshes covering their junk.

What a weird situation.

Anyway, more tales of The Avengers Crew

This time starring John Jameson, aka the former Man-Wolf.

Fun fact: Werewolf just means manwolf so Man-Wolf is just a werewolf. But specifically a space werewolf tied to a hunk of shiny mineral.

John is enjoying his life as the Avengers' pilot, enjoying an automated ride on the secret Avengers subway that goes from the Subbasement to the sub bay.

But when he arrives back at the Subbasement, he is shocked - horrified, even! - to find the moon-stone that turned him into the werewolf Man-Wolf!

So, obviously, he picks it up in disbelief and it jumps on his throat and turns him into Man-Wolf again. And he gets the zoomies.

Man-Wolf zooms through the Subbasement and mauls each member of the Avengers Support Crew that have gotten these little back-up stories.

Jarvis. Michael O'Brien. Fabian Stankowicz. Peggy Carter.

I thought that two of those people were already dead but whatever. They get to be mauled. We're not leaving people out.

And then a voice sounds out through the Subbasement, commanding the Avengers Crew.

Voice: "Arise, Jameson... Carter... O'Brien... Stankowicz... Jarvis... Scurry out of your cubby-holes... Come out to the courtyard! Ah! Like dutiful little zombies they come! Hear me, you five! Now that I've tricked you into revealing each darkest secrets... Your guiltiest fears, you are in my power forevermore!"

The back-up plot thickens. Next time, apparently, we'll learn what the heck is going on.

And next week, we're doing another Avengers post. So you don't even have to wait two weeks. Ain't that grand?

Follow @essential-avengers. Like and reblog. Comment. Hit the bell icon. Send me money. Pledge your fealty to the Wasp. All hail the glow cloud.

[table-turf]

THE LEGENDARY SOUP CUP DECKBUILDING GUIDE

Now with updated comments!

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PDF version can be found at the link below

Bonus Tableturf Tips

In-game stuff

You can get a character card sleeve by defeating them at level 3 30 times!

The card bit exchange!!! It lets you swap the bits you get for card dupes for other cards or holofoil upgrades for your cards!

OCTOBER 2023 EDIT Every 5 levels after level 50 you get 20 card bits and every multiple of 100 you get a fresh pack!

You can press + after starting a match to give up. Useful if you picked the wrong deck or map, or forgot to set a timer.

Gameplay stuff

Based on a community poll, Lil Judd and Mr Coco were voted hardest AI and Sheldon the easiest. (thank you Octanoic once again)

You probably want a separate deck for Double Gemini and Box Seats due to the nature of the maps being unique from the rest. The rest can viably share a generalist deck, or you could build one for each map!

OCTOBER 2023 EDIT virtually nobody uses generalist decks in top level competitive tableturf, so once you get more confident with deckbuilding it is recommended to try and build around the shape of each map!!

Generally good deck sizes range from 130 to 160. Either end of that often ends up being too small to win or so big you have to keep passing. For my personal playstyle I like playing decks in the mid 140s. Decks in the 150-160 range are generally considered ultra large and is more of a niche.

OCTOBER 2023 EDIT the meta now favours bigger decks! 150-160 range is not niche but rather the expected norm in comp tableturf! Anything lesser may lead to a significant turf disadvantage. But for casual play or against the bots the previous advice still works!

I *may* also make a card playing basics tutorial at *some point*. But in general it's a good strategy to try and reach and/or block in early turns and focus on special later on when you have established dominance on the map and/or have safe zones to play in.

Finding other players

The pool "tableturf" is reasonably active to find random matches and is quite friendly to newer players!

The Japanese tableturf pool code is "ナワバトラー"! They seem to favour larger decks over there and have different popular/"meta" cards to the western community.

Join the Tableturf Battle Server (TBS) for casual play with higher skilled players, events, deck advice and more! I'm not affiliated with them at all*, they've just helped me a lot. There we use the pool code "tbs"!

Squidbagging, spinning around, jumping up and down in swim form are considered handshakes in the tableturf lobby

* Since writing the post, I'm now working in partnership with the TBS team to help plan some events, although I'm still not an official member of their staff. Statement was true at time of writing though!

**Since the last edit, I am now officially part of the TBS TO team

lol

Whopper whopper whopper whopper double triple whopper*

Dynamo Roller is considered such a good opener card on X Marks the Garden that it has become a meme within the community. When Gold Dynamo drops it'll be a True Dynamoment

OCTOBER 2023 EDIT Gold Dynamo dropped and it was not as funny as we thought it would be. If you don't pull them both at the start have fun with a bricked hand :(

*This is also a meme in TBS. None of us are entirely sure why

[ferdihound]

Been playing splatoon 3 lately and i may have made eniac on splatoon ,,… so i decided to draw eniac and mark but as octoling and inkling because its been on my mind for a few days

Eniac strikes me as a dynamo roller user because big guy :3

Mark makes me think of a E-Liter user becuase like… smart and critical guy - in my personal opinion :3

(Eniac and mark belongs to @bloopychips ) {i hope you like the octoling and inkling eniac n mark a lil HSHSHSH}