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WRITING TASK #13

Write your characters reaction to the latest Daily Bugle article on the Sokovia Accorrds, and the potential  Mutant and Powered Person’s Registration Act. Include their thoughts, feelings, physical reactions, emotional reaction, and anything you feel would be appropriate! Did they find out through the article itself, or did they find out through other means? 

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[bishopkate13-blog]

writing task #12

“So rumor has it that you enjoy yourself to be in the company of older men.” The mans voice carried a little as Kate looked down at her whiskey. Now, that was true she did like her men older than her. Though she always ended up with guys around her age. None of them lasted though and dating girls was the worst. She tried it once and it was horrible. Her exploring days were over.

“What’s it to you anyway? It’s not like I am going to go home with you. Not my type.” Kate mentioned it as she sipped on her drink.  Kate found it interesting that all these rumors she would only hear about them when she was here. In a bar. Of all the places. It was always a bar. She watched another person slide up beside the other guy. It caused Kate to push her cup away and look at them both. “I told you she was batting for the other team.” He said it with a snicker that caused her to scoff and slide from her seat.

“Girls are more trouble than they are worth. You should know that right? After all you are really good with the ladies aren’t you? But, maybe I am wrong after all with those smooth moves it’s hard to deny such a handsome face.” Kate’s voice came out with a sigh. Standing she pushed herself away from the bar and from the two rather livid looking people. She had come to relax not be hassled by some rumors. One which was true. Kate couldn’t deny that but, what did that matter at all? 

Kate had been subjected to a few strange and unusual rumors one of her favorites was that Clint was actually her father. Which made her laugh. The poor guy couldn’t even take care of a cactus barely managed Lucky when he had him.  Though she had to admit he did a pretty okay job there. Kate never viewed Clint as her father so the concept was weird almost made her skin crawl. She wouldn’t be surprised if there might be some little Clint clones running a muck somewhere. She did have two favorites rumors one she actually started to think about.

There was a rumor that she went to BDSM clubs three nights a week that one blew her back for a stagger when it came up. Some one had actually brought it up to her and she was honestly surprised. That stuff never really crossed her mind until it was brought to her attention. It made her curious and caused her to google a few things. Which broke her computer it was surprising but at the same time Kate wasn’t surprised her computer broke. She went through them like socks. Almost every week she would need to get a new laptop though she felt that if she kept one for too long people would figure out the things she was up too.  That rumor she thought she might try out sometime.

The other was that she catfished people online and robbed them blind. That one she ended up rolling on the ground laughing about. Who would think that she would catfish people and rob the blind? That wasn’t much in her character and when she did sneak into places she only took evidence that she needed. Or take pictures of files before putting them back. Maybe copy them if she had a copier near by. But, that gave her a thought about maybe buying one of those hand held copiers. She’d have to ask Natasha where she could get them. Hell if she knew.  Shoving her hands in her pockets she walked back to her apartment keeping herself aware of her surroundings.

[captainsgrxgers-blog]

Writing Task #5 - The Unsent Letter

Dear Natasha,

If I said I never meant for things to turn out this way, would you believe me?

I got carried away, we can probably both agree on that point. Maybe I should’ve stopped to think about what the hell I was doing and the consequences, but I had to stop Zemo and I had to protect Bucky. I got caught up in that.

I should’ve asked for your help.

Now I’m sat in a safe house as a fugitive and I don’t know where you are, and I could really use your company right about now. The others here, they’re good people who still somehow believe in me, but I need someone like you: someone who sees through my bullshit and calls me on it. I don’t need ‘yes’ people. I need you, Nat.

I think I have a plan, or at least part of a plan, to make things better. Not right, since I don’t even know what that means any more, but better, for us, for the Avengers, for the world. But considering how well the last plan I had went when I didn’t have you by my side, I’m hesitant.

Wherever you are, be safe, Natasha.

-Steve

@itsybtsywidow

[willworkforchimichangas-blog]

Writing Task #7

It took Wade about a day to actually start screaming. Short, animal noise that came out of his throat unwillingly, like his body thought he could use it to breathe. It started when he looked at his reflection above him and didn’t recognize the thing inside of it. It wasn’t human. 

He couldn’t feel his body, but there was enough pain coming from everywhere that it seemed pretty fucking solid. But it was separate from him, and he couldn’t think straight. The brain kind of needs oxygen to think. If there was any thought going on in Wade’s head, it was something like “please die please die please die please die please die please die.” It’s kind of fuzzy. Did you know that prolonged oxygen deprivation kills brain cells? 

He could smell his skin rotting. It took him awhile to figure out what it was. Like a really disgusting animal curled up behind a dumpster at an abandoned Wendy’s or something. Anyway, he got used to it after a couple hours. His mouth was too dry to taste anything or to speak. It felt like he forgot how to speak. 

There’s just some shit you just can’t make good jokes about. That’s probably why the movie did a torture montage minus any real narration. Besides the ‘horror movie’ comment because, that was just necessary. And awesome. A lot like comedic timing, except the opposite of that. 

Wade lit the match because he needed to kill himself. It’s the only thing he could think about. But killing himself for the first time only led to a weird Frankenstein’s-monster-meets-Fight-Club showdown with Dr. Feelgood. 

The moral of the story, kids, is that Wade would’ve killed of a lot more people to stick one in Francis’s dome personally. Top ten moments of his life, killing that guy. And his associated Weapon X fucks. 

[spiderofscience]

Writing Task 1

“War does not determine who is right, it determines who is left.”

Peter stared at the quote on the screen of his laptop.  His Ethics teacher loved to throw little tidbits at them and have the students come up with replies.  Technically there were no right or wrong answers, but you got more credit for really putting thought into it.  Enough work and you could ace out of the class without even taking the final. So he would at least try it.  

Besides, critical thinking skills and ethics something he really needed to make sure he kept in mind.  If he forgot them, what kind of hero would he be really?  Not one that he wanted to be.  Not one that his parents, his uncle, his aunt could be proud of.  Its part of the reason he took this elective.  Peter needed a few to meet all his degree requirements, even on a fast track.

Hands hovering over the key he thought, really thought, about the statement.  He knew this idea on an intimate level.  It shaped the path of his life.  War in its various forms completely changed its course, at least twice.  Who better than him to know this?  The question really was how to adequately express the perspective?

 Only very rarely is either side completely right or completely wrong.  Both have their justifications.  Both start out with their own good intentions.  Their own beliefs fuel their urge to fight.  But whatever intentions or justifications they have for a fight, in the end, it is the side that can outlast or outpower the other that is declared a winner.  That doesn’t make them right, it just makes them the better survivor.  

Yet all who are left after a war are the survivors.  Damaged in ways they could never imagine.  Many are left far stronger than they can imagine.  It is in the aftermath that they have to take what fragments that are left to forge something new.   Sometimes in startling ways that the fighters couldn’t have imagine in the beginning.

Truly when we are faced with war there are no real winners.  Damage is done, both physical and emotional.  Scars that echo back not just to the people that have fought, but to their friends and family.  Sometimes the survivors are those not actually involved in the conflict at all.  They are the friends and family that are left behind.  With those consequences, can any side be called truly right?  It is a difficult concept to try and grasp by those damaged by the fighting. 

Some fighting is accepted as justified.  Fighting for one’s life, one’s happiness, and one’s rights.  Yet for each reason, there can be a point where you go from defending what is yours, to crossing a line into trampling on someone else’s.  When this happens things break into conflict, into war, again we are left with both sides thinking they are right, justified even.  

Pausing to read over what he wrote so far Peter sat back.   There, a good start and a way to put some of his feelings into words.  The more thought he put into it, the more credit he would get.  Time to try and put more thought into it.

[notxhisxtrophy-blog]

Dear Tony, Jr.

MH Writing Task #05:  Pick one other character currently in the group. Have your character write them a letter that will never get sent.

( @spiderofscience)

Dear Peter Parker:

I don’t know why your presence threw me so much. I guess it’s because you were such a surprise, so outside the norm for both Stark Industries and Tony. After all, Tony never seemed to have much of an interest with children.

I know, I know. You’re technically not a kid, but when you get to be our age, you’ll consider nineteen-year-olds as children, too.

But Tony always interacted with interns with disinterest. The same with children, unless they requested specifically to meet Iron Man. Then, it’s a mixture of awe and uncomfortable awkwardness. He still doesn’t see himself as a hero. But with you? With you, while there is some of that awkwardness, he truly cares, Peter. Not just for the science, but for you.

I suppose...you represent a lost dream.

I’d be lying if I said that I hadn’t ever thought about Tony and me settling down, getting married, having kids... And now, that future will never be. Even if I hadn’t ruined things between Tony and me, I just found out last year, apparently I’ve suffered some trauma to my abdominal area. My doctor told me it would be very difficult to become pregnant.

I haven’t told anyone yet. I couldn’t tell Tony. We never even discussed if we were going to ever get married. How could I throw in the fact that I’m practically sterile into his face?

So if I ever look at you, and I almost get weepy-eyed, please don’t freak out or think I’m some weird cougar. You just remind me so much of Tony when he was younger, before the stresses of Iron Man got to him, and just so much of what I’d imagine our son would be like... It hurts sometimes.

And though I haven’t really any right to say it, but I want you to thrive, Peter. I want you to do well, and I want you to keep safe and happy. If I can ask anything of you, please just remain safe and happy.

Sincerely, P. Potts

[wheresmymotorcycle-blog]

one memory.

There is fire behind Scott’s eyes.

Scott lay on the bottom bunk, with his brother on the top. They have this dusty little room to themselves. It’s generous to call this bed a “bed”. More like a flat cot, stacked on top of another one. He can smell the last person who slept on this bed, some other poor kid who got shipped off to live in another place. The sheets itch, but at least they’re there. 

It’s quiet in the orphanage, apart from the clock in the corner ticking; everyone is asleep, or at least supposed to be. 

Scott wakes up screaming. 

His head burns. Like fire. There’s blood coming out of his eyes, or at least he thinks so. It’s not blood; it’s a different kind of red. Something he can’t control anymore. 

Scott sits up, curls into himself, and holds his eyes, trying to keep them inside of his skull. The screaming wakes Alex up, and half of the orphanage, too. 

Arms grab him, calming voices try to soothe him-- the caretakers of the orphanage, just doing their jobs. But all he can feel is the mind-numbing fear, his head exploding. And all he can see is red.

[sergeantjbcrnes-blog]

james b. barnes; a headcanon list

i. he’s always arguing in his head. there’s at least three people up in his head, meddling his thought process with a lil spoon. there’s bucky, the old cranky man who coughs up memories from time to time. there’s the asset, who kicks in during red level situations. then there’s james, who’s just trying to buy some damn plums goddammit. 

ii. this causes strange arguments within himself. bucky hates winter. it brings in a cold draft that makes his bones ache, his feet hurt, his nose is always frosted. the asset likes the winter. in fact, as Russian, it's the only form of weather he knew for a long time. after all, cryo meant sleep right? james just wants plums and you don't get that shit in winter.

iii. for the record, vodka? horrible. poison. the soviets weren’t doing themselves a huge favour by making it cheaper than water - it’s just a cheap substitute to pesticide. he prefers bourbon (at least some part of his is still american.) 

iv. he doesn’t sleep. he doesn’t know how to sleep. cryo is the only form of sleep he’s known for close to seventy years and this is the longest he’s been out of it. he doesn’t know how to say it out loud because– it’s so stupid, dammit Barnes.

v. three knives. that’s the minimum he has on his person at all times. he’s perfected the art of sneaking them into public places. “’m sorry officer, prosthetic arm, y’know? sets off the damn scanners always. d’you wanna– yeah? thanks loads, officer” works like magic all the time

vi. that’s a glock in his pocket by the way. no, he’s not happy to see you. 

vii. blame it on the jewish mother but instead of buchanan, superstitions should have been his middle name. He still spits three times whenever someone mentions something horrific. He has a red thread tie around his human arm. He makes sure all the windows and doors are open at least an inch whenever he leaves the house. Let’s just all be glad he let go of the habit of pulling ears whenever someone sneezed.

viii. Masterchef US satisfies the reality drama queen budding inside of him. He secretly binge watches Masterchef Australia and GBBO but no one has to know. and hey, disney movies? so much better than the star spangled man with a plan.

ix. He named his Siri Dorothy, after that girl he almost fell for. We all know who he actually fell for. Off a train. From a mountain. 

x. on your left? yeah steve stole that right out of buck’s vocab. it was his version of watching your six during the war, when captain fucking america somersaulted straight into anything that shouted DANGER DO NOT ENTER with goddamn springs in his step.

[orphan-king-blog]

one memory.

“in my culture...”

T’Challa sits on a bench outside the Vienna embassy, blurrily watching the ambulances go by. Usually his senses are sharp, painfully so. He often can smell the coffee on the breath of a man on the other side of a room, predict the actions of a person he’s fighting, hear conversations through walls that he shouldn’t. 

But now, everything is dulled. The sirens of the Polizei as they drive by, they do not ring in his ears as they should. The voices of people around him are muted. His wounds, however small they are, do not hurt. He cannot smell his father’s blood on his collar. The only thing he can still sense is the smoke, still-billowing from the windows of the Embassy. The building where his father was killed.

“death is not the end. it’s more of a... stepping off point.”

He isn’t sure why he’s saying this. To an Avenger, of all people. He doesn’t believe it, not really. Perhaps to hear himself talk, perhaps to try and mourn his father in a time where he can feel little at all. 

T’Challa turns a ring in his fingers idly. An adamantium ring-- his father’s, and now his. This is the Wakandan crown. All Black Panthers have worn this ring, and all of the knowledge from is ancestors is hidden within the metal. He supposes that’s him, now. I am the Black Panther.

“i am not my father.”

He slips the ring onto his finger. Everything suddenly becomes clear again. He can see. He is Black Panther.

I am King.

[scarletmximoff-blog]

Ten Facts About Harley

1. I have done dance, cheer & drama most of my life. When I was young, I did ballet. It eventually became a few different styles of dancing (that I actually can’t remember them all because I was like 7). I moved into cheerleading after that. I was young so it wasn’t the widely known cheerleading that involves stunts. We moved and I had to stop, so I took up gymnastics here in Australia to replace it. I got into high school and we had a cheer team here so I joined that and drama. Lack of numbers led to the team being discontinued in my Sophomore year and I stopped drama when I graduated.

2. Despite all of that growing up, I have never broken a bone.

3. I grew up in America. I was born here in Australia but when I was 4, we went to America. My dad’s family lives there and we went on a “holiday” to meet them. We ended up living there for 4 years. I’ve been back in Australia for 11-ish years now. It’ll be 11 in November.

4. I am a huge animal person. I have 2 cats while living with my dad. I have charmed most of the other cats in the neighbourhood to love me. There’s another cat that lives with my mother. She used to have a dog but he got adopted by my grandmother a while ago.

5. I am training to be a Beauty Therapist. I’m currently doing a Certificate 3. (I have no idea what the equivalent is in other countries.)

6. I don’t like eating red meat. I have no reasoning behind this, but I don’t like red meat. It sucks because I am prone to being iron deficient, so I take iron supplements.

7. Junior and Senior year of high school involved studying psychology. I found it really interesting and I’m considering going to Uni to study further.

8. When I lose my voice, (not the actual ‘I have no voice’ period, but the recovering after stage) I sound like Scarlett Johansson. I have like 3 videos saved of me talking just because I thought it was so cool. Sadly, I haven’t learnt how to do it on my own. I have to get sick before I can do a killer Black Widow impression.

9. I don’t like coffee. My first experience with coffee was in primary school and they did this weird blindfolded food challenge. They gave us straight coffee bean/powder thing and I was put off coffee for a while. I didn’t drink it again until Senior year of high school. My friends asked if I’d drink it for an experiment on reaction times. Except they couldn’t add milk or sugar because the were variables and it wouldn’t be warm because we had to drink quickly.

10. I am a huge fan of all things spooky and scary. It’s something I picked up from my dad at a young age. One of the biggest things is Halloween. I’m slowly encouraging my friends into it, too. This year is our fourth Halloween party (first one without being in school or just before exams.)

[wingedwxrren-blog]

10 Things About Angel

1.   Warren collects bird jokes.

Thanks to Bobby Drake and his tendency to tease Warren about being a bird, Warren started to keep a list of all bird jokes he could find just so he could preempt Bobby’s teasing. 

2.   Warren loves whiskey.

Warren’s go-to alcohol beverage is whiskey and has managed to amass a large working knowledge of the drink, its history, and the various types available around the world. His current favourite is a whiskey from Wales in the United Kingdom called Penderyn which is a single malt.

3.   Warren believes sexuality is fluid.

Or at least his sexuality is fluid. Warren isn’t a fan of commitment and as such does not want to commit to any particular label as far as his sexuality is concerned. He does have a strong preference for those who identify as female, but his eye has been caught more than once by a few highly attractive males.

4.  Warren set up a trust-fund for disadvantaged kids to attend Xavier’s School.

Only a handful of people know about the fund, including Professor Xavier and a couple of the teaching staff. The fund provides students with everything they need for their education and their stay at the school. Warren has also funded several students’ college careers too. None of the students know Warren is their benefactor.

5.   Warren’s relationship with his father is shaky at the best of times.

Warren’s father still harbours resentment over his son’s mutation and Warren knows it. Ever since Warren chose to join the X-Men rather than concentrate on his father’s business, his father’s resentment has grown.

6.   Warren used to be a bully.

Back before his wings emerged and when he only knew the life of an over-privileged white male child, Warren was a complete ass to anyone who was different to him. This started to change when he realised he was a mutant but it took him a while to readjust his world view. He is not proud of the boy he used to be.

7.   Always get consent!

One of the things Warren loves most in the world is having his wings groomed by someone else. But not just anyone can groom him. It must be someone he trusts implicitly. If someone touches his wings without his consent, Warren will either lash out or sulk.

8.   Warren loves rock music.

The louder the better. Originally he listened to bands like Metallica, Slayer, and Rage Against the Machine to piss off his father. Now he listens to it because it fuels him up for battles or training.

9.   Warren is a drama queen.

If he gets injured, he makes sure everyone knows about it. Expect a lot of whining and whinging and general ‘look-at-me-I-hurt.’

10.  Warren hates clothing.

Actually he hates anything that restricts his wings. If appropriate, he will wander around shirtless so his wings can spread out. Sometimes in public, he will wear a harness that keeps his wings folded up and relatively hidden under normal clothes. But he doesn’t like it and he will complain about it, given the chance. But really, Warren loves to be naked and if he didn’t live at a school, he would be naked 24/7.

[marvellousheroesrpg-blog]

WRITING TASK #10

“Do emotions make you weak?” - have your character answer this and explain why.

Remember to tag your writing task posts with #mhwritingtask

[bishopkate13-blog]

Writing task #3

I am named after things and objects

I played quidditch

I played 4 instruments and highschool and was a majorette

I was also a cheerleader and on a dance team and a theater kid (God no wonder people didn’t like me LOL)

I make tomato soup with milk

I am ployamrous pansexual and gender fluid

I make wigs

I was going to hair school but now I am not because health and stuff

I have a science degree

I used to look a lot like Kate Bishop XD

[captainsgrxgers-blog]

10 Things About Koi

1.   I spent 3 weeks in Japan.

I still consider this my trip of a lifetime. I spent a week in Tokyo before travelling to Kyoto, Osaka, Hiroshima, Miyajima, Takayama, and Matsumoto, before going back to Tokyo again. If I could, I’d go back to Japan in a heartbeat.

2.   I have Vitiligo.

Vitiligo is a skin condition that affects my skin’s pigment, giving me white patches all over my body. I’ve had the condition since I was 3 and it’s supposedly the same condition that bleached Michael Jackson.

3.   I used to be a DC kid.

When I was little, I used to buy Supergirl and Wonder Woman comics and obsess about them. However as I got older, I became disillusioned by DC and turned to Marvel. I still have a soft spot for the DC universe, but I’ve connected with Marvel way more than I ever did with DC.

4.   I’ve been writing from a young age.

But I only discovered RPing in my late-20′s. I started with a weak and not very well thought out OC but went on to RP as Dean Winchester (Supernatural), Ted Tonks (Harry Potter), more Marvel characters than I can remember, and a whole bunch of OCs.

5.   I want to do a PhD in Creative Writing.

I’m currently in the middle of completing my Masters degree in Creative Writing. Once that is done, I will be looking into PhD's specialising in comic books and female characterisation.

6.   I’ve completed NaNoWriMo twice

I’ve entered three times but I failed miserably once. The two times I did complete have been proud moments in my life. I plan to enter again this year.

7.   I can’t watch (most) horror films.

Admittedly I am getting better at this, but for a very long time I could not sit through a horror film without having a panic attack. I hate being scared and most horror films set me off in the worse way. My other half loves the horror genre and has slowly been helping conquer my fear. My most recent horror watch was Silent Hill and I didn’t panic or poop myself. I call that a win!

8.   I come from the same city as Neil Gaiman’s grandparents.

There’s a road in my city named after one of Neil Gaiman’s books.

9.   I can’t use duel-analog sticks on game controllers.

Something in my brain can’t process using those kinds of controllers. I also get incredible game rage so it’s best I stick to Sims, Minecraft, or Pokemon!

10.  Hugh Jackman and Russell Crowe came to my city.

They were there filming scenes for Les Miserable. Unfortunately I was on the other side of the world at the time in Japan. A couple of my friends tried to get autographs for me but security was super tight.

[willworkforchimichangas-blog]

Writing Task #6

The one thing that Wade would hate to lose is his dignity. Just kidding. 

It’s a tie between his Wham! music collection and his swords, Bea and Arthur. Probably the music collection, because that’s the only thing he would actually save in a fire. What, Blind Al would be fine. She’s great at finding her way in the dark. 

If he lost his music collection, Wade would assume that somebody stole it, because there’s no way in hell he would lose track of it. So the neighbors probably wouldn’t enjoy being interrogated at 3 in the morning by some ugly fucker in Crocs who has way too much access to duct tape. And whatever Blind Al uses to clean her toes with. 

[spiderofscience]

Unusual things about the player

1. I once broke my arm in a sword fight.  Really.

2. I’m not much of a traveler but I’ve managed to visit both Russia and Taiwan, both times because of stuff going on with my brother.  For family I will travel.

3. I have Sensory Processing Disorder, which basically means my brain gets overloaded sometimes trying to process information from my senses and does weird things.  Like I say the opposite of what I mean, or stop at green lights.  Mostly because I have hyper sensitive hearing, and to noise.   

4. I have a bad sense of smell, which affects my sense of taste.

5. I can’t eat cream of wheat, oatmeal, only limited amounts of pudding or jello and I can’t eat yogurt unless I mix something crunchy in it.   Not don’t want to, can’t because of the texture, taste is irrelevant in those cases.  

6. The only person straight and cis between I and my two siblings is my younger brother.

7.  My step-dad is my Dad. I got him as a teenager and it’s so nice to have someone choose to be your parent when they don’t have to.

8. I only started Rping after college.   

9. I like collecting snow globes.

10. I have to be careful to drink enough water during the day or I will get a migraine.