#speedsuits

[slavhew]

a candid from the office christmas party + dickey

og under cut

[stadiumgods]

leo neugebauer

[gababeeba]

😍😍😍

[ares857]

internet find

[latibulater]

the idea of a Rusty Venture dumped on and raised by his unknown maternal family vs a Rusty Venture as a kept clone-son who serves as a PR boost and legacy failsafe

kiddo!rusty has lighter hair, freckles, and tanner skin b/c he isn't reborn every few weeks so this Rusty actually sees some sun. kiddo! also has a healed scar from cleft palate surgery from when he was littler, and the outfit is inspired by photos of real kids in the 70s and rusty's own sense of style outside of his speedsuits

[stadiumgods]

leo neugebauer

[odddogs]

a new champion of oddness is lumbering onto the scene in a darling little red speedsuit, an olympian of silliness

(source)

[supersecretventureblog]

Showdown at Cremation Creek pt. 2 - Screenshots (part 5, final i think)

where did brock and rusty get these outfits from lol? When they were kidnapped, Brock was wearing a tank top, and Rusty was in his pajamas? where did he get his speedsuit from??

[tinkertoysdamn]

"How Could You?"

answering a quick sad fic storytag game from @homoeroticfisticuffs

Might be more horror tinged than expected but 🤷‍♀️ .

World Count: 972

Fandom: Guardians of the Galaxy

cw: canon typical violence

She was never to leave her room when visitors came.  Her father, her master, had told Mantis it was too dangerous.  There were too many risks in letting her interact with others.  She was too young, too delicate. 

“Your exoskeleton is still forming,” Ego informed her.  “Once your skin has fully hardened you’ll be up to it but now—”  Eerily smooth fingertips prodded at her soft delicate wrist.  He clicked his tongue.  “Anything could hurt you, disease, a too long fingernail, anything.  Can’t risk damage to my little pet.”

His little pet, that’s what Mantis was, that’s all she was.  Still, even pets could be curious, even pets need stimulation.  It was this curiosity that drove her from the cold comfort of her room out into the night.  On Ego’s planet there were not many inhabitable places.  Most of his world was dedicated to creating the strange forms of nature that he saw fit, in molding the very soil to his whims.  

She moved on stockinged feet, padding through the corridors carved from his own body, deep, deep into his sanctum.  Mantis moved and Mantis listened.  Finally, she heard Egos' voice and the voice of a stranger.  The visitor!  

Mantis nibbled at her lower lip.  What to do?  She hadn't really thought this through.  There was always the possibility of announcing herself, of joining on their talk but the very idea sent a coil of anxiety through her guts.  No, it was better to linger, to watch, to witness.  She would satisfy her curiosity, see just what these strange visitors brough to Ego’s world.  It would be enough.  It would make her happy.

Peering around the corner, she saw them, Ego dressed in his finest robes and a boy a little older than herself.  He was orange with stringy green hair and gangly limbs, clad in one piece speedsuit.  An ugly child but he was a wonder to her eyes.  

The boy’s voice was loud with excitement.  “Really?  All this?  I can do all of this?”  He twirled around, arms outstretched as if he could touch everything using just his will.  

“Yes, yes,” Ego said, a warm chuckle in his voice.  “If you have the connection to the Light.”

“How do I know?” the boy asked.  “What does that mean?”

“It means,” Ego said, touching his own chest, “finding a place deep inside you that fills you with power.  It’s an energy that fits in the space between all Creation.”

Mantis had heard Ego speak like this once before when she was very small.  She later learned she did not have the connection to Ego’s Light but that she was “special” all the same.  Could this boy be what she could not?

Would that mean he was coming to live with them?  It would be nice to have someone else around.  

Ego’s voice cut through her thoughts.  “We’re going to conduct a few tests,” he said.

“Okay.”  The boy was eager.

“First, we’ll see if you can make something on your own.” Ego held his hands in the air, cupping an invisible ball.  “Now, put your hands together and concentrate, make something appear.”  Brilliant blue light shimmered between Ego’s palms.  

Sweat broke out on the boy’s brow.  His eyebrows knitted together as he worked as hard as he could.  

Nothing.     

Ego sighed.  “Test number two,” he said, holding up two fingers.  “I’ll toss you my energy and you’ll see if you can hold it.”  He made the cupping gesture again, forming a solid blue mass of light.  “One,” he counted down, “Two.”  He playfully swung his hands, anticipating the release.  “Three!”

The light flew through the air in a perfect simple arc.  Even the surprised boy could grasp it easily.  The second the Light touched his flesh, he burned.

The boy screamed.

He screamed and screamed, the smell of his skin roasting filled the air.  The Light crawled up his forearms, his biceps, his chest, his face and still he burned.  Orange sparked into blue, terrible, terrible blue.    

Ego sighed and shook his head.  He snapped his fingers and the boy dissolved into ash.  The floor opened up beneath the charred corpse, ushering the unfortunate child down into the catacombs.

Ego, god, father and cruel son of a bitch only said, “Disappointing.”  

The horror betrayed her, compelling Mantis to speak.  “How could you?”

Ego’s head whipped in her direction.  Before she could move, Mantis felt the ground beneath her feet shift, pushing her into the air.  She was carried, propelled forward as she staggered to remain upright.

The roar of Ego’s anger shook the very walls.  “What are you doing out of your room?”

Mantis couldn’t help herself, the fear had stolen away with her tongue, leaving her a babbling mess.  “Are you going to do that to me?” she cried, stammering her terror.  “Are you going to hurt me too?  Please don’t hurt me, please don’t hurt me.”  All she could imagine was her own tender flesh roasting away, melting into goo.  Mantis even knew what it would smell like.

Ego flattened his hand and pushed down.  The ground sank, allowing Mantis to regain her footing.  Ego’s face was unreadable as he approached the trembling child.  This was a time to comfort, this was a time for reassurance.  None would come.

“Not if you’re useful.”  The words struck her with the force of a slap to the face.  Ego knelt down, reaching out to stroke her cheek with the same hand that had just killed.  “Stay useful, stay quiet,” Ego said, his voice awful in its gentleness.  “But most importantly,” his touch grew cold as ice, “stay out of my way.”  

As ordered, Mantis never interfered again.  Not until the day she learned to be brave but that day was so very far away and she was so very, very young. 

[gababeeba]

😍😁😍

[dozing-composing]

nsfw with rusty if you don't mind? :'D love your writing <3

Looks Like Someone Wants To Get A "Rusty Venture." (>ᴗ•)

☆ 18+ Activities, DNI If You Are Uncomfortable With Suggestive/Sexual Themes And Content ↓ NSFW Below ↓

✦ Yeah. (Thank God For This Website Lmao🙏) ✦ Top kinks: degradation, whips/crops, handcuffs, bondage, gags, stripping ✦ Favorite position: Cowgirl/Riding ✦ When you guys first do it, he's stiff as a board. He hasn't had any for a while and now you're here, willing to suck him off? It just comes off as a surprise to him. ✦ When he's loosened up, though, he's old fashioned and very straightforward. He'll initiate sex and dominate you when he's got enough drinks in him. ✦ Grabbing him by his necktie/the collar of his speedsuit will get him glowing and growing. Do this and lead him to the bedroom for maximum effect!😍 ✦ Like I said in his general headcanons post, he's very handsy. His hands are going to be pressed up against your chest, thumbing over you nipples. They'll roam up your thighs. ✦ He is so shameless, he announces when he cums. He doesn't need to, because his eyes roll to the back of his head and his muscles contract when he's about to orgasm. ✦ His moans aren't really moans, they're more like grunts and groans. They're the guttural "hgn" and "ugh" every knows and loves. ✦ You'll have to stock up on condom. He's going to be out of them more often than not.

[texasthrillbilly]

Buy your pop a speedsuit.

Work out those daddy issues.

[stadiumgods]

hugo vazquez

[latibulater]

Rusty saying he got his first speedsuit at 16 in s2 but then later saying in s4 he wasn't allowed to wear pants till college......SOMEONE had some memories messed with in the Learning Bed

[cyclebrosworld]

#pasnormal #speedsuit #whatimwearingtoday

[shipping-detritus]

I always love watching middle distance runners because almost no one but Ingebrigtsen is completely weird enough to think the indignity of a speedsuit is good idea. All the normal humans know that they’re not running a 100m but the Ingebrigtsens they definitely need the 0.001 second.