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ER Trip II Peter, Betty, Stephen and Tony
Awwww man his Dad was going to flip out. Potentially ground him and all that fun stuff. Peter used those thoughts as a distraction as he struggled to breathe. Now he would normally be at least a bit interested in the inside of the ambulance. Unfortunately feeling a bit light-headed and his chest hurting interfered with most of his ability to focus on it. Maybe he could get a tour of one later on.
Really he knew this was his fault. He forgot his inhaler at home. Should have had it with him especially for gym class. Then he didn’t really tell the gym teacher that maybe he should take it a bit easy. A part of him wanted to prove that despite his size and age he could keep up with the other kids. Yes his Dad would tell him he didn’t need to push so hard (and probably shouldn’t,) but still.
He blinked as the doors swung open and they started pulling his stretcher out. Oh, they were there already. His thoughts still a bit fuzzy as they rushed him into the ER. Really the place did seem kinda cool. Or would be if someone other than him happened to be the person being worked on. Transferred over to a new bed and a new mask placed over his face. Peter wondered if he was going to need new gym clothes after this.
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Can I see this panel please
Unfortunately its not from an actual comic, I think it might have been from an ask meme? Either way it was just us messing around.
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@stephenstrange-sorcerersupreme asked me for my Clea patterns ages ago and I forgot like a melon so here in all their HD 4000pixel something my custom patterns for Clea leggings i printed them here
These were handmade by myself on photoshop
You can see the black ones here
Feel free to use, i’d appreciate credit for the patterns
Have fun with your Clea Cosplays!
Download here
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*high fives* I didn't think anyone role played Wong on here, go you!
Lol thanks! Poor Wong doesn't get enough love and his tag is filled with "wrong" typos. For shame. Swear I'm gonna make some graphics for dis boi one of these days.
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I'm Blue | Hank & Stephen | Flashback (1970's)
"Hank, you really musn't use that serum anymore. How will that look to the students? To see a teacher not accepting who they are?"
"Says the guy who isn't blue and hairy and clogging up the drain every time he showers."
They just reopened the school. Charles had finally come to his senses and stopped using the serum he made to suppress his powers. Hank wasn't really sure what happened - maybe he had a revelation or something that he needed to help people. Or it was the fact they just released the fact Erik was on the loose again, and he didn't want to be completely helpless when he came busting into their lives again.
Hank stored a lot of resentment for the whole 'brotherhood' thing. They took Raven away, and for about ten minutes of his life he felt like maybe he belonged because there was someone else who understood what it was like to look different. When he looked in the mirror, he didn't want to see a disgusting ape, he wanted to see the pasty white skin that burned if he was in the sun too long. And if he couldn't use the serum, he decided to start seeking out other means of making him look human again.
After all, he didn't mind the strength and the speed. He just wanted to blend in.
So he found himself interesting circles of people for about a year or so before he heard about this guy called 'the Sorcerer Surpeme'. Supposedly he was this magic guy who was this all-powerful being. His place was hard to find, but he managed to get the address from this guy behind possibly the shadiest bar in New York. It was this place in Greenwich Village, and when he tried to find the house there was nothing there. Well, there was a building, but there was nothing inside. No trace of any one or any thing except a couple of rats.
"What the hell man, there was nothing there!"
"You gotta get past the barriers. Jeez, I thought everyone knew. That place is guarded so well, you gotta be some kind of magical genius to get inside."
Well, he wasn't a magical genius, but he was definitely a technological genius. If he could build a machine that could identify every mutant on the face of the planet at 19, then he could sure as hell find a magical hidden house at 30.
And he did. It took some tinkering and a lot of late nights in his lab, but he found the right electrical frequency that he was sure would dispel any mystical barrier within a 30 mile radius. Either that or it would shut down every vehicle in a 30 mile radius for a little while.
So he went back to the address where the Sorcerer Supreme guy was supposedly living, and he pulled out his little handheld machine and stood on the corner across the street. He turned the dial and it started sparking and then a beam shot out at the building - and just as the guy said, there was something blocking it. He could see the beam trying to penetrate this wavy bubble around the old mansion. He continued turning the dial until a tiny hole was formed. That's when the bubble fizzled with electricity and burst. Magical genius, my ass. Good old science won this round.
Hank ran across the street and knocked on the door to the old building. It had renewed in color and none of the windows were broken anymore, which was probably a good sign.
The door opened and behind the door was a very grumpy looking man.
"Good afternoon sir, my name's Hank. Are you the sorcerer supreme?"
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