#the marverick

[charlesleclerrc]

5.01 - I Hear the Train A-Comin MAYANS M.C. (2018–)

[seresinhangmanjake]

For the moodboards if you still do them - pirate!Jake with siren!lover

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look what i found at dollar general!! 🥹

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Winx Graphic Novels to be Published in US through Mad Cave Studios' Maverick and Papercutz imprints

Winx Graphic Novels to be Published in US through Mad Cave Studios' Maverick and Papercutz imprints #comics #comicbooks #graphicnovel #winx

Mad Cave Studios and Rainbow Group will publish Winx graphic novels for young adult and middle grade readers through Mad Cave’s Maverick and Papercutz imprints.  Set in a magical universe that is inhabited by fairies, witches, and other mythical creatures, the beloved Winx stories originally premiered in 2004, becoming a ratings success in Italy and on Nickelodeon networks internationally.…

[procurement-insights]

A Sweet Procurement Deal? An Off-Contract Tale With A Sweet Ending!

Maverick Spend - What would Mr. Spock do?

When you leave the office, do you stop being a procurement geek? I am a Trekkie, so my answer to the above question is self-explanatory. In short, I ask myself: “What would Spock do?” Moving into a new neighborhood this past May, in which two big schools are within walking distance, we are anticipating a significant number of Trick or Treaters coming up to our door this Hallow’s Eve. As a…

[streetsweepershenanigans]

I have this ferocious feral need for grey haired Marverick. I just need Ice and Mav to be two grey-haired old men in love.

[tumblingdownthefoxden]

I'm writing Magnifico's backstory as bits and pieces that will come together with time.

So let me treat you all with this bit.

The Conception and Prophecy.

“So… this is all? I only have to eat this?” The Queen asked Venus, the Northern Star that floated outside her bedroom window, holding a small flaming orb. A star seed.

“Indeed. It will take a few days but you will be with child.” Venus told her. Carefully, the Queen took the seed from their hands and slowly swallowed it.

It was soft and warm but then it stung, a hot burning pain from her chest to stomach. Venus took her hands and waited for her to stand up straight.

"But will they be healthy? Can I tell my husband about this exchange?"

Venus grinned. "You may tell your husband, but only your husband. What I can say is that this will progress as any other pregnancy, but be careful, this child will be more special than you anticipate."

…

A year has passed and the King sits on his throne, holding a swaddled baby as he waits for the arrival of the tellers of fate. Or as they call themselves, the weird witches.

He turned to his wife. “So, if I remember correctly, this came about because of a wish on a star?” She nodded.

“You don't sound very happy about it. Look up and embrace the sunshine, Maverick. We finally have a child.”

“I am not upset about the baby. I am… disappointed. Disappointed that my work for extending my line has been… insufficient. Disappointed I can’t have him as my heir.”

“No need to be so harsh on yourself. The heavens still gave us a chance." She reached over to caressed the top of the baby's head. "This child is our blessing. Our little Magnus." The baby cooed at the mention of his name. "But why do you want to have fortune tellers see him?"

"They know everything about the past, present, and future. I want to know if the future is still bright for us, Magnus, and the Kingdom. It doesn't hurt to know."

There was a knock on the doors. The King signaled the guards and they opened them. One by one, the weird witches entered the room. The last one holding a glass ball. They lined themselves up before the royals and bowed down. “King Marverick and Queen Amable.” They said in unison. “You have summoned us for our powers.”

“You are correct. It is lovely to make your acquaintance.”

“So how shall we serve you this evening.”

The King and Queen walked down to them and presented them with Magnus. “This is a child born from divine intervention and I would like to know where the future lies with him and my kingdom.” Maverick said. The witches looked at each other. Two with humor and the other with concern. “So the King wants to know about the fate of his child?” “A child that is beyond his royal blood?” “Should he risk the baby’s life if it is not what he likes?” “Maybe he will imprison it?” “Or give it away?”

“Shall we hope that he won’t?”

“But that is the way of Kings.”

The King frowned and cleared his throat. Did they forget that he could hear them? They turned to him. Two grin. One looks stoic. “Are you certain you wish to know the fate of your son and the kingdom with it?” They said in unison. The King nodded. One witch held up the glass ball and had it float into the air, glowing. Showing pictures to their words. One witch speaks.

“So you hold a child that was made with star magic. Who radiated light upon his birth.”

Another witch speaks.

“He possesses power that is akin to the heavens. And the stars themselves have taken a liking to him.”

The last witch speaks.

“The wonders he possesses will bring your kingdom to new heights. He will be known as a God on Earth and your kingdom will be the envy of the sea and land.”

The King smiled at the image and looked at Magnus with pride.

“But, there is more.” The third witch continued. The King shifted his gaze back to her.

“The prince will overpower you as all sons will do to their fathers. Before he is to bring your kingdom to a golden age, he will bring you to the end of your age.” The crystal shows him as a dark figure being consumed by a light. Maverick gasped and took a step back.

“Are you saying…” He didn’t continue but the weird witches knew what he was asking and collectively nodded. “That is all that we will offer.” The stoic witch said as she took the glass ball. “Our payment.”

Maverick's face turned impassive and waved over a guard who handed them three chests. The witches passed the chests down to each other and opened them to show all of them filled to the brim with gold coins, pearls, and gems. “This will suffice.” They said before bowing down and leaving the room.

Once they left, Maverick gazed upon Magnus with anxiety. Queen Amable put her hand on his shoulder. “Marverick? Are you alright?” She asked. Maverick was silent as he turned to her. “Wait! Maverick, darling, maybe we can change fate?” She stammered as he handed her Magnus and walked away. “Marverick, please! He’s just a boy!”

He turned to hold out his hand in a stop motion with terrified eyes. “Please. I need some time to process this.” Amable didn’t pursue him as he left the throne room. She sighed as she held her son closer and prayed that he won’t try to end him like the witches warned.

A few hours later and Amable entered the royal bedroom with Magnus to find it dark with Marverick sitting on the bed. “Mi amor?” She asked softly. “Would you like to hold your son again?” No response.

She sat the bed next to him. “Marverick… I know you're scared but please… don’t.”

“Amable. Do not mistake me for a monster!” He finally looked up to her. “I know of the way of Kings but I am not going to kill a child! Or leave him to rot in a prison!” He took Magnus from her arms and laid him on the bed. Maverick watched broken-hearted as Magnus giggled and reached for him with grabby hands. He let him take his finger. “Bastard or not, no child deserves to die.”

@annymation @rascalentertainments @chillwildwave @your-ne1ghbor @uva124 @signed-sapphire @wings-of-sapphire @spectator-zee @oh-shtars

[wittyminds]

Show Me the Way Home

Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Anonymous:

Hey I’ve just seen you’re requests are open, could you write something angst and then fluff with Bradley, maybe they’ve both been snapping at each other and then they make up? Xx

CW: Angst, fluff, endangerment of life (idk)

A/N:

This is my first ever fic so please be nice :)

I've never written angst before so it was a gamble as to how this would go. So... enjoy?

*

It wasn't supposed to go like this.

Of course, everyone knew accidents could happen in the air but they're never expected. Especially this one.

But being surrounded by a dozen of very experienced pilots it was hard to remember about the dangers of flying and how one small mistake could take someone away from you.

Rooster had been watching your progress through the course with unwavering attention, staring in awe as you shot through the entire thing flawlessly. You were the best pilot here by far but even the strongest have to fall every now and then.

Literally.

He knew that placing Hangman with you had been a mistake as the two of you had been at each other's throats for years. A "friendly competition" back in their first ever course had led to a not so friendly rivalry that everyone knew about. Which made the situation even worse. When two competitive pilots are in the air it's all bound for disaster.

Maverick had set them all the task of shooting down two target planes, each earning them 'kill' points. Hangman had been determined to beat you but you were confident that both those points were yours. It was meant to be a team building task but the two of you were against even wishing the other good luck.

There had been one target left, leaving the two of you whizzing around, determined to leave the other in the dirt. You had taken the other one down moments before Hangman would have, resulting in a rather amusing string of expletives from him.

You had been chasing the final target, Hangman gaining speed on you when it happened.

*

"Hangman, Wraith, this is a team task! I don't want to remind you again!" Marverick's voice rang through the intercom but you didn't listen. You were so close, your target slowly circling the aircraft in front of you.

Rooster realised he had been holding his breath as you strained to close in on your target. The table groaned as he clenched his fist round the feeble wood, the surrounding pilots exchanging knowing glances.

"Just a little further." Your voice muttered through the intercom.

Hangman, who had been quiet for too long, suddenly sprung up in front of you, sending your concentration haywire. Was it too much to ask for a clean shot?

"What the hell, Hangman?" You gritted your teeth in frustration, slowing down so you didn't collide with his rear, "I nearly had him!"

Hangman only smirked, you could feel it through the intercom.

"And let you get all the kill points? I don't think so."

The target plane swerved to try take you off its tail but you both followed it, only slightly unnerved by the sudden change of direction. You could hear Hangman muttering as he tried to get a clean shot which seemed impossible at the new angle.

"This is bullshit." He muttered, suddenly pulling up to get a different angle.

His sudden manoeuvre had left you to fly straight through his jet wash with no warning.

Your plane broke into an uncontrollable spin, everything around you blurry and dizzying. A series of panicked yells escaped you as you spun and Rooster shot out of his seat, ice cold dread drenching his entire body. The room stilled to a deafening silence as you tried to eject from the aircraft.

"Wraith! Can you hear me? Wraith!" Maverick yelled but you were too panicked to answer, still trying to locate the ejection handle.

Rooster couldn't watch, your plane getting closer and closer to the ground with no sign of slowing. The thought of what would happen if it hit the rocks below with you inside-

His feet carried himself out before he could register it, the door swinging shut behind him as he marched out the building and to the safety of his truck.

There, everything would be fine.

*

You and Rooster had been catching feelings over the past months, each glance lasting longer, each graze of the hand full of electricity. There were moments when you would both lean in instinctively after quiet moments together only to realise how close you were before pulling away.

So, it stung when you stepped out of the emergency aircraft, dizzy and half conscious, to not find Rooster waiting. Your heart had dropped at the sight and you stumbled through the doors into the building with only the dream of his arms there to hold you.

After numerous questions and glasses of water, you were given a lift home from Phoenix. She had become the equivalent of your sister but even she didn't want to prod the wound of Rooster's disappearance with questions. You stepped out of her car with a tired farewell, to be greeted by the comforting sight of your home.

Inside there was ice cream, chocolate and far too many rom-coms to keep you distracted.

After a warm shower that would definitely raise her bill a ridiculous amount, you climbed down the stairs in your favourite sweater, a pair of slippers keeping your feet warm from the sudden change in temperature.

The weather had gone from clear to sour in a matter of hours, much like your mood.

How could he leave in a moment like that? When you weren't even sure if you would make it out?

Your thoughts were broken by a frantic knock at the door, the sound clashing with the thundering rain outside. You paused the film, halting Julia Roberts moments away from kissing Richard Gere.

You shrugged the blanket from your shoulders, shuffling the short distance to the door to notice a large shadow huddled under the small overhang above your door. You didn't need to guess who it was for a second as you swung it open to reveal a dripping wet Rooster, holding his jacket over his head.

A thousand thoughts erupted in your head and your nostrils flared.

"Oh, so you do remember me?"

An expression of pain flashed over his face but it was gone in a blurry second.

"Can I please come in?" His voice was pleading and you opened the door wider so he could shelter from the furious pelts of water.

As you shut the door again, he lowered his jacket from above his head to fold in his arms. He ran a hand through his soaking hair, the movement sending a slight jolt through you.

"I just want to say, I feel so shitty for leaving, Y/n. I really do." As he rambled on, you got a proper look at him, not listening as he continued to speak.

His eyes were wide, giving the impression of a puppy being told off for the first time and as you studied him, you noticed his knuckles were stained a slight red.

"What happened to your hand?" You interrupted him quietly and he froze.

You crossed your arms and frowned at him, waiting for a response.

His eyes fell from yours and he rocked back on his heels nervously.

"I punched...." His voice trailed off into a mumble and you strained to hear him.

"I swear to God, Rooster, tell me." Your voice rose and he sighed loudly through his nose.

"I punched Hangman!"

The words rang through the air and your arms fell from their knot. Anger flared in your chest and he rose his head to meet your eyes once more.

"You... what?" You spoke slowly and carefully, taking a step toward him.

"I punched him, alright? He was careless and could have killed you!" Rooster's voice rose and all signs of being nervous disappeared.

"No, not alright! It's not your duty to stand up for me! You clearly didn't feel the need to be there when I got back!" Tears stung your eyes at what he had done but you blinked them back.

"I had to leave! I couldn't stay in that room!"

Anger clouded all your judgement, all you wanted was for him to explain why not punch the guy who had accidentally sent your aircraft spinning. Why did everything have to be so difficult for the two of you? Why couldn't you just settle the stupid argument and get back to Julia Roberts?

You scoffed at him, "Right, because watching the plane go down was so much worse than being inside. What was so awful about the accident that you had to leave? Why cant you just let it go?"

"Because that's exactly how my dad died!"

Every retort building up in her faded with his words. He had never openly spoken about how his dad died except that he had been in a flying accident.

How could he not have told you this in your many deep conversations? Surely it should have come up at 3am with a bottle of vodka clouding your judgements. Maybe it was just one of those things that was meant to be forgotten in the soft, tender moments.

"How was I supposed to know that?" You finally uttered, too shocked to consider how he felt.

"You didn't, I know. But it scared me that you were up there in exactly the same position he was in before it happened." You could see his eyes swimming with tears, only he didn't blink them away.

"Then I don't understand how you're mad at me! It wasn't my fault!" Your voice suddenly went higher than normal and you fought to keep your emotions under control.

"I'm not mad at you!" His hands flew up to his hair and his jacket landed on the floor with a dull thud, "I was just terrified because the person I love most in this god damn world could have died and there was nothing I could do about it!"

You waited for his words to sink in and finally let tears roll down your cheeks.

"Y-you love me?" You whispered, all memories of anger flitting from your mind.

He closed his eyes for a moment, the heels of his palms digging into his eyes. You waited for a reply but he only muttered a series of incoherent words before picking up his jacket and shuffling past you to open the door.

Thunder rumbled angrily as he stepped back into the rain, drowning out any words said. You were too shocked to move or go after him. His words kept playing over and over in your hand, a broken record of what you had been hoping for for weeks. But all he said as he slammed the door behind him was a simple, "I'm sorry."

And then once again, he was gone.

As the door slammed, you flinched at the noise and watched his figure storm back to his truck. Rain battered her windows and you ran a hand through your hair in frustration.

You don't know what came over you, probably the countless romance films and books you had indulged in, but you found yourself wrenching the door open and running into the freezing cold rain. Your sweater was drenched in seconds and you squinted through blinding droplets as you sprinted towards Rooster.

He had just about made it to his car but you could catch him. Thunder drowned out your footsteps and when you tried to call his name, the wind howled over you.

Finally, you reached him and breathed out one last call of his name.

He turned round to see you, eyes sad and shoulders heavy.

"Y/n, I'm so sorr-"

But when you reached him you didn't even think before pulling the front of his shirt to lower his lips to yours. In one smooth movement you kissed him breathlessly, his hands flying to support your waist and hip. He didn't kiss back but just as you pulled away, his grip on you tightened, keeping you in place. Your heels lifted from the grass as he moved into him, bringing him closer.

This is what it should have always been. The two of you. Safe in each other's arms.

Just like the movies.

One of his hands moved up to your hair, cupping your head gently as his lips moved in an easy rhythm against yours. Rain ran down your faces, thunder sounding as you blocked out the rest of the world.

All that mattered was the two of you in this moment.

You both pulled back for air, resting your foreheads against the other's as you panted. A relieved laugh escaped you and you pressed another quick kiss against his lips. Your arms had snaked round his neck and you stood staring at the man before you, still processing what you had done.

"Rooster?"

You were too breathless to speak properly and he hummed quietly, nudging your nose with his.

"Take me to bed now, or lose me forever."

Your smiled as he kissed you deeply again, suddenly lifting you up to wrap your legs round his waist. Another laugh escaped you at his goofy grin but he cut you off with a kiss.

"Show me the way home, Y/n."

[agerefandomrambles]

Cg! Goose + Marverick duo moodboard

[tardigradetheking]

Out of pocket idea Bolin would have been much stronger character if he had a weirder bending style. Like what if he mostly sandbent and dust walked like in the kyoshi books. He could have been the closest thing to an air bender an earth bender could get.

Bolins marverick understanding of air and earth would have given Korra more of a reason to stick around which would have tightened up the narrative. Ie she doesn't get air bending but for what ever mad reason Bolin does.

[officialkendallroy]

web weaving post about top gun marverick???????

[pkmnomegaverse]

Maverick song time! Monster by PVRIS. Cause one day I’ll draw him. But anyway unlike Darcel who’s just Like That and is doomed despite his upbringing, Maverick is very much a product of his environment. Thus why I like to think about What Ifs with him. Like how in ChampionVerse if I let Lark exist there, maybe that’s where he and Marverick wouldn’t be doomed and could have a relationship that works out.

Also I feel like I’ve maybe said this before but Darcel/Riviera being very similar to Maverick/Lark is 100% intentional. I like the dynamic a lot so why not do it twice while changing up the specifics. Mostly I’ve started to go easy on Rivi so Lark’s my “but what if they stayed devoted/doomed”

Darcel and Marerick are pretty different overall tho since both are evil, but whereas Darcel is the quirky silly at times kind of evil, Maverick is the stoic cutthroat kind. And then Rivi is jaded but still has hope. While Lark really has given up on things ever getting better so fully falls into what Maverick plans. Has decided this is the best it’s ever gonna get for him.

This is where it gets tricky since I do feel there’s a certain degree of care from each of the guys. Sorta. Like for Darcel/Riviera, a scene I’ve had in my head for them for a long time is Darcel seeing some guy on camera harassing Rivi in another room. Like bad harassment that’s def assault vibes that could escalate in that direction. Can see how Rivi is reacting and trying to fight back. And he just gets up and silently stalks to the room, shanking the guy in the back and killing him before either realizes he’s there. Cause he does look out for her in his own weird way. They have an understanding of sorts? Which is why Rivi sticks with him so long. Like it’s not even a “she’s mine” thing in this instance it really is more protective, since does know what she went through in the past. So is an instance of him just acting for the benefit of another person even if he’s too emotionally inept to view it that way.

Maverick I feel actually cares about Lark less than Darcel “cares” about Rivi. Since for him is much more of a possession thing vs guy who quite literally has no empathy and is just making his way through the world. But Maverick does come to value Lark more for who he is with time. It’s the loyalty that gets to him eventually. But I also don’t think he’d truly see Lark’s worth till he’s gone.

Whereas Darcel doesn’t have the self awareness to really come to some big “maybe I should have acted differently to not have her leave me” with Rivi. That’s just not something he’d do with anyone. He takes it for granted that people will stick with him once he views them on “his side.” So won’t easily let them go but doesn’t go the route of it being his fault they want to leave. Gets better at time with being extra manipulative to try and get them to not leave, since recognizes it’s because of his actions, but also that’s def on them and not on him. They’re just being no fun.

[megaman-fluffcanons]

hELOO FELLOW MEGA MAN ENJOYER LSLDJFJFJ<33

ok ok can i request if its alright <333

zero and x with someone who they saw as an enemy,,

let me specify sumn thingies if you may,, the reader has some special things under their boots that can make them fly, to put it simple, they can float(?) when they active the power within their boots¿¿ ...let's just go w flying- this is so weird←⁠_⁠← I'd understand if u have trouble w this skksndjd

so, they kinda though reader has marverick cause reader have been seen with the other infecteds-

im kinda being boring sorry

in the end these two find out the reader is actually trying talk things out because that's how their master taught them

lmao imagine trying to talk things out w a marverick

instant death

I hope you don’t mind me just writing for one of them since I did get a little confused on this one

X:

*X and the other hunters thought of you as an enemy/maverick yourself as you hung around them

*you’re really not a Maverick or someone that’s against the hunters/an enemy to them

*you just try talking things out, because it was how you were taught

*X was rather.. confused by this, as he attempted to tell you that mavericks don’t listen to reason, well, most of the time anyway, and are just overall jerks

*”well that’s not entirely true.” You told him back, crossing your arms.

*and you went a little back and forth on the matter, until X had to leave for another mission

*you knew you would see him again, but you knew you would get to him sooner or later.

[mfantasyworld]

I have many things to share about my rewrite.

Despite preferring sharing it while posting my redesigns, i don't think a little world building and talk about my X will hurt anybody (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

First thing first. X is an Android, but prefers to see and call himself a Reploid. That's because he wants to mantain a low profile between his creations. He doesn't want to become their God, feel superior to them or anything.

Even when he knows How important he actually is, specialy as Light's ultimate creation, he wants a normal life just like everyone.

He just want a calm lifestyle.

Second thing, this time for the world in the rewrite! There will be 10 years of peace now.

Yes, 10! Not 2! It was the Golden age for humanity and reploids. No one had anything to complain really.

(I mean, why would them? There wasn't so many reploids. It wasn't like buying a computer or anything, just feel people could afford. So they were really well cared by their creators. And the Reploids have this perfect life, specialy the ones in Abel City. A truly Utopia.) (The problems just came when they started to mass production. A reploid was no better than a mere toster. Also, after the scars that the Marverick war caused in humanity, people started to more and more see Reploids as a treat. This would cause more people that Hated them in power, and make things a way Worse in many ways in the future.)

Third and last thing: i don't have anything more to say, Lol. I already said alot (Without context, i know. But please, i can't tell everything here-).

Please stay tune for future updates!

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Marverick and Mad Cave announce Confetti Realms

Marverick and Mad Cave announce Confetti Realms #comics #comicbooks #graphicnovel

Maverick and Mad Cave Studios have announced Confetti Realms, an original graphic novel from writer Nadia Shammas, illustrated by Karnessa, and colored by Hakto Oshiro, publishing October 31, 2023.  On Halloween night, when the moon is full, teenagers get up to mischief. But when an encounter with a giant, sentient puppet in a graveyard sends four teens to a mysterious dimension called the…