#the second is that he gets to showoff how awesome his friends and family are

[quirkyasfok]

What if like the bnha series was an in canon thing. Like in the future a company came to Deku asking to make a manga/anine about his life (ofs is no longer a secret do to shit going down), and after talking to his friends and family (and getting their permission cuz u know he would) he agrees to it.

And like Bakugou knew he was going to get some backlash for the bullying and his shit attitude and he was fine with that... Deku and him had talked and come to terms on that shit years ago, but... what he wasnt expecting was his entire fanbase and everyone around him to start referring to him as Kacchan and only Kacchan

And he has like a total kick ass hero name too but no

He is now only Kacchan

He's so fucking pissed about it

[transientwordsmith]

Macbeth-Theatre Kid AU

This is my Macbeth fanfic. It is an American High School Theatrea Kid AU. Characters: Macbeth, Lady Macbeth, Banquo, Malcolm, Macduff, Lady Macduff, Siward, Seyton. Word Count: ~4500

Macbeth walked into the first day of school with a sense of pride. His junior year. Almost the oldest in the school. His last year he didn’t have to worry about college. He was going to have such a good time this year.

But of course not without his best friend Banquo. Macbeth spotted him next to a vending machine.

“Banquo!” Macbeth called. “Banquo! Over here!” Macbeth ran over and clapped Banquo on the shoulder. “Good to see you,” he said.

“Macbeth it’s only been two weeks since I last saw you,” Banquo said.

“I know, but I miss you.” Macbeth hugged Banquo. Banquo chuckled.

“Always so dramatic…” he mused. Macbeth let go of Banquo.

“How else would I get the lead in the school play?” he asked. Banquo gave him a knowing smile and the two of them started inside.

The duo walked down the hall asking about the other’s summer, even though they knew full well that they had spent the better part of it together. Suddenly, a door to Macbeth’s right opened and a pretty blonde girl exited the room.

“Lady!” He greeted the girl. “Walk with us.”

And she did. Lady was Macbeth’s sister. She was somehow always surprised when he acted like they hadn’t seen each other in a million years, even if they had only seen each other last a few hours ago.

“Hello, you two,” Lady greeted Banquo and Macbeth rather impatiently. “Where are you going?”

“To see what show we’re putting on, duh!” Macbeth exclaimed as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Banquo rolled his eyes.

“You know auditions aren’t even until the end of September…” he said.

There was a large bulletin board at the end of the hall. It was covered in posters, both new and old. The actual cork had so many holes one might mistake it for a sponge. But lo and behold, right in front was a rather large poster for the show “Guys and Dolls”. The poster read:

Guys and Dolls Auditions

September 28, 29, and 30

Make an appointment today!

sweird@dunsinane.edu

“Oh my god!” Macbeth yelled. “I love ‘Guys and Dolls’!”

“I know, me too,” Banquo said, not matching Macbeth’s enthusiasm. Lady side-eyed them both.

“If you like it so much, audition,” she said. Macbeth wouldn’t stop staring at the poster.

“I know I’m going to get Nathan Detroit! I just know it,” he said with confidence. Banquo nodded with a smile.

“Ms. Weird practically told you that you were going to get the part last June,” Banquo remembered. The three of them stared at the poster for just a bit longer before remembering that they had other classes, too.

…

The first day of school. As a junior, no less. Macduff had to admit, he was a bit excited. For school in general, but also for the school play. Last June, Ms. Weird, his best friend and stage manager, Malcolm and he had picked “Guys and Dolls” to perform this year.

What he wasn’t so excited about, however, was Macbeth. Macbeth was one of the most arrogant people Macduff had ever met. Macbeth thought the whole world should revolve around him and that everything should tailor to him. Sorry, kiddo, but the world just doesn’t work that way, Macduff thought.

Macduff walked into the Dunsinane Academy courtyard and caught Malcolm’s eye. Malcolm walked over to him.

“How was your summer?” Malcolm asked.

“Great, and yours?” Macduff deflected. His summer was horribly boring, to say the least.

“Oh, it was amazing. I went to this sleepaway camp that was a lot of fun. They have a Christmas program too for families. I think I’ll go.” Malcolm said.

“Don’t go for too long,” Macduff warned. “I don’t want to be alone with Macbeth while you’re gone.”

Malcolm’s happy demeanor quickly changed after Macbeth was brought up.

“Oh, right. I forgot how much you don’t like him,” he said.

It was truly a wonder how Malcolm could forget after Macduff had nearly been suspended last year for getting in a fistfight with Macbeth.

“It’s alright,” Macduff said. “I’ll be okay. Let’s get to class before we’re late.”

…

Late August turned into Early September turned into almost October. Leaves were falling off trees and some ambitious people began putting out Halloween decorations. Macbeth’s family was one of those families. They had lots of big, gaudy decorations. But there was something more important than the rapid arrival of Halloween: auditions.

Macbeth wanted to get his audition over with quickly so he could be cast, so he made his appointment for the 28th of September. Banquo’s wasn’t until the 29th.

He had prepared “Wait for it” from Hamilton as his audition piece. Ms. Weird had thrown a fit last time someone tried to audition with a pop song.

At Dunsinane, they were lucky enough to have a small black box theatre in which rehearsals and auditions could be held. Macbeth opened the door at exactly 3:24.

“Macbeth? Is that you?” Ms. Weird called from out of sight.

“‘Tis I!” Macbeth said in a loud voice. “The great Macbeth!” He ventured farther into the room and found Ms. Weird sitting behind a desk with her back to the door.

“Are you ready to begin?” She asked. “You have your song and scenes?”

Macbeth nodded. The audition commenced.

“So? How’d it go?” came Banquo’s voice over the phone.

“I think it went very well,” Macbeth said. “Ms. Weird practically told me I’d get the lead.”

“What did she say?”

“She said ‘Very well done, Macbeth. I should think that you will get a sizable role this year!’”

“That’s great!”

“I know!”

…

Macduff walked into Ms. Weird’s black box theatre. It was arguably one of his favorite rooms in the whole school.

“Hey, Ms. Weird,” Macduff greeted.

“Macduff! Wonderful timing. Malcolm and I were just going to get started on casting.” Ms. Weird indicated to her left, where Malcolm was sitting with a computer in his lap.

“Hold on, hold on,” Malcolm requested. “A few more minutes, please. I am no tech genius over here.”

“They’ve been recorded? I’ve always wanted permanent documentation of complete showoffs!” Macduff said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Once Malcolm had finally figured out how to work the video program, the three of them huddled around the laptop to watch the videos.

There was one that stood out to Macduff: A senior called Duncan Inverness. Macduff told Malcolm so, and Malcolm agreed.

“Ms. Weird? What do you think about Duncan?” Malcolm asked. Ms. Weird took a moment to consider him before giving her answer.

“He seems great! He’s a senior, right?” she asked. Macduff and Malcolm nodded in agreement. “Good. We can cast him as Nathan Detroit.”

…

The cast list went up on the morning of October 2nd. And that was the day Macbeth’s life was ruined.

GUYS AND DOLLS CAST LIST:

Nathan Detroit - Duncan Inverness

Miss Adelaide - Seyton

Sarah Brown - Lucy Duff

Sky Masterson - Donalbain Inverness

Nicely-Nicely Johnson - Macbeth

Macbeth didn’t read any further than that. He was utterly devastated. He wanted to scream and shout and break some things. How is this possible? Macbeth wondered. Ms. Weird practically told me I was going to get a lead! Nicely-Nicely Johnson? What kind of a role is that?

“Hey! I got Harry the Horse!” Banquo’s voice ripped Macbeth out of his thoughts. “And you got Nicely-Nicely Johnson! Awesome! I love his part in “Sit Down, You’re Rocking the Boat.” Macbeth stumbled past him, down the hall.

“I need to find Lady,” he mumbled, dazed.

Lady was outside, under a tree, completely oblivious to Macbeth’s devastation.

“Lady!” Macbeth called. “Lady!”

“What do you want,” Lady said, exasperated. She marked her book with her thumb and looked up and him expectantly.

“Lady, I got Nicely-Nicely Johnson,” Macbeth explained. Lady did not see what was wrong.

“That’s great!” She said. “Doesn’t he have a solo song?”

“That’s not the point!” Macbeth lamented. He collapsed on the ground next to Lady and buried his face in his hands.

“Dear God,” Lady swore. “If you want that lead, why don’t you do something about it. I mean, you said you’d do anything just last night, didn’t you?”

Macbeth looked up at her.

“I did say that, yes,” Macbeth agreed. Lady looked at him with a sly look. Macbeth returned it with a blank one. It was a few moments before he realized what she was implying. Then a crafty smile took over his features.

That night Macbeth sped through his homework even faster than usual. Then, he opened his computer and began to type furiously. Google, Facebook, Dunsinane Academy website, the city newspaper, anywhere Macbeth thought he could find dirt on Duncan. He was going to get that role no matter what it took.

…

Macduff saw Duncan walking in the opposite direction from him. He seemed to be going somewhere in a hurry.

“Hi, Duncan,” Macduff greeted. Duncan threw him a dirty look and sped past him. Macduff was confused--he got the lead part! What did he have to be upset at him about?

Macduff opened the door and stepped inside. There he saw Macbeth, with a smug look on his face. His friend Banquo stood next to him with a pained smile on his face.

“I’m so happy for you,” Banquo said, sounding insincere.

Macduff turned to see what the two boys were looking at. There he saw Ms. Weird erasing Duncan’s name on the whiteboard as Nathan Detroit, and rewriting Macbeth’s name.

No.

No.

No.

This cannot be happening.

Macduff tried to play it cool, and not freak out. He wanted to keep his position as set designer, after all.

“What’s going on?” he asked, even though he knew full well what was going on.

“Macbeth found some rather...unsavory information regarding Duncan,” Ms. Weird explained. “As a reward, I agreed to recast him. He was going to be our second choice, after all.”

Macduff had forgotten about that. He had only agreed to let Macbeth be the secret understudy because they had no one else who had enough talent to do it. Something felt wrong about this though…

“What did Duncan do that we had to cut him?” Macduff asked.

Macbeth looked even smugger than before (if that was even possible).

“I heard that he cheated on his Physics final last year. And, I figured that Ms. Weird would want to know,” he said. He pointed to a handwritten sign on the door that read “We support academic integrity in this classroom”. 

Macduff recalled when this sign was put up. It had been because a few actors had been cheating on their tests. The administration had asked Ms. Weird to cut them from the show. It hadn’t hurt the production much since those actors were in the ensemble, but since then academic integrity had been a very serious topic in Ms. Weird’s classroom.

“Duncan’s not the type…” Macduff mused.

“No, but he did,” Ms. Weird said seriously.

Macduff shook his head and sighed. He was sorry to see Duncan go. He looked up at Macbeth, to see if he showed any sign of remorse at all, but he was still smiling brightly, oblivious to the fact that he probably cost Duncan his theatrical future.

…

Despite his smug demeanor, Macbeth was terrified. Duncan had not actually cheated on his physics final last year. What really happened was that he took a practice test with notes. The test was not meant to be open book, so his teacher let it slide with a few docked points. All Macbeth had to do was fudge a few details and bing bang boom, Duncan was cut and Macbeth was now the lead.

Macduff seemed less than thrilled about this, but Macbeth wasn’t miffed. He knew that Macduff didn’t like him much anyway. 

Malcolm came in behind Macduff and pushed past him.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“What do you mean?” Macduff asked him.

“I just saw Duncan throwing rocks and screaming outside,” Malcolm said. “What’s that all about?” Macduff thew Macbeth a cool look.

“I’ll let Macbeth explain,” he said.

Macbeth was getting sick of explaining this more than once. He wasn’t prepared to have to tell everyone who came in the door.

“Duncan violated the academic integrity rule so he was cut,” Macbeth said simply. Banquo nodded behind him.

Malcolm threw up his hands.

“Are you serious?” he shouted. “This can’t be true.” Malcolm stabbed an accusatory finger at Macbeth. He left in a huff, muttering to himself. Macduff put his bag down and ran after him.

“So, when’s the first rehearsal?” Macbeth asked.

…

Macduff sped down the hall after Malcolm.

“Malcolm! Hold on!” Macduff shouted. Malcolm kept speed walking until he found the room he was looking for. He threw the door open and slammed it behind him. Macduff followed him inside.

“Malcolm?” Macduff asked the room. The two of them were alone. All of the desks were stacked at the back of the classroom, the walls were barren, and the lights were off. The classroom appeared to be unused, but even so, it was open.

Macduff caught sight of Malcolm as he was throwing a script at the wall. He threw it with force and papers exploded everywhere. Malcolm covered his face with his hands.

“It was supposed to go well this year,” He all but sobbed.

“Hey,” Macduff said consolingly, setting aside his own anger for a moment. “It’ll be just fine, okay? We can fix it. We’ll figure it out.”

The two of them sat on the floor for a few minutes, not saying a word, before picking up the script, which was quite a few pages, and heading to the woodshop to begin working on the set.

…

Macduff and Malcolm didn’t come back that day. Banquo and Macbeth sat together while Macbeth highlighted all of his new lines. Banquo, who had been in the ensemble before, took on Macbeth’s previous role as Nicely-Nicely Johnson.

“I love his song,” Banquo had said.

“I know, Banquo,” Macbeth said.

When the final bell rang at the end of the day, Macbeth was anxious to find Lady. He had to confide his troubles in her.

“Lady,” he said. “Are you sure this was the right thing to do? I mean, Malcolm and Macduff are really upset. They’re probably going to bust me!”

“It’ll be fine, Macbeth. You’re going to seem suspicious. You got this far, just stay on the down-low.” Lady told him. Macbeth took a breath of confidence and stool taller than he had before. He put on a smile and escorted Lady out of the school.

Later that evening, Banquo called. This wasn’t uncommon, so Macbeth had no qualms about answering.

“Macbeth?” Banquo asked.

“What’s going on?” Macbeth replied.

“Macbeth, I feel like something fishy is going on,” Banquo confessed.

“Like what?” Macbeth was getting nervous.

“Like, in the show.”

“You mean how Nathan and Adelaide never get married? I know, it’s so weird.”

“No, that’s not what I mean.”

“What do you mean, then?”

“I mean...I don’t mean to say that you’re a liar or something...but Macduff was right, I think. Duncan isn’t the type to do something like that. It feels wrong to have ruined him like that. You know?”

Macbeth felt like the floor had been ripped out from under him.

“No, I don’t know. I’ll see you tomorrow, Banquo,” he said coldly.

“Macbeth, wait-”

Macbeth ended the call.

…

That day after school Macduff went home with Malcolm. They had started planning out the set for the show that afternoon but could hardly focus, so they put it off until later.

Later is here.

Macduff scribbled an idea down in his notebook.

“I was thinking we could do something like this,” he showed Malcolm. “It could either be a drawing on plywood or a drop or something but I don’t think we should have any other drops.” Malcolm nodded.

“That looks cool. You can draw it on or something and then we can get some ensemble people to paint it. For techie points.” Malcolm said.

“Yeah,” Macduff agreed.

The design was a cartoonish New York skyline. Windows were yellow, the sky was navy with white stars, and each building had a long spire.

“Okay, what else?” Malcolm asked. Macduff consulted his notebook.

“Shop facades, The mission, something for Havana, a platform for the Hot Box, and so, so many other things.” Macduff said, burying his face in Malcolm’s bed.

“We can draw up some plans and delegate this stuff to the newbies. Ms. Weird will show them how to do it.” Malcolm told Macduff.

“Are you sure?” Macduff asked.

“Yes,” Malcolm said with determination. “Because while they’re doing that, we are going to sabotage Macbeth.”

…

Macbeth was enjoying his time at the top. He truly was. But it was not without this horrible guilt following him wherever he went. He was avoiding Banquo today--partially because Banquo was also avoiding him. But also…

There were a few people in Ms. Weird’s room when Macbeth got there. It was lunch hour, after all.

“Ms. Weird?” Macbeth asked with trepidation.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Ms. Weird acknowledged him. Macbeth could hardly bring himself to say the words. But he needed this assurance.

“I caught Banquo cheating on an important project last night.”

Ms. Weird looked down at the table and sighed before looking back up at Macbeth.

“Thank you for telling me, dear,” she said. She turned around and began editing the cast list on the whiteboard again.

“Macduff and Malcolm are going to have my head on a plate…” Macbeth could hear her muttering. Me too, Macbeth thought. He left quickly to find Lady. He figured she could give him some respite before he had to face Banquo.

But when has Macbeth ever been that lucky? As he was leaving, Banquo came through the front doors of the school building.

“Hey,” Macbeth tried. Banquo sped past him into Ms. Weird’s room. It was only a few moments before he came storming back out again. Banquo slammed his shoulder against Macbeth’s on his way back outside. Macbeth was alone in the hallway.

Macbeth found Lady sitting alone in a secluded corner of the school yard. When he sat down next to her, she startled.

“Are you okay?” Macbeth asked her.

“Yes, yes, I’m fine,” Lady said very unconvincinly.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing, nothing. I just don’t want to see certain people right now.”

“Oh, should I leave?”

“No.” Lady put her hand on Macbeth’s thigh. “You can stay.”

They sat in silence for a moment.

“Banquo got cut today,” Macbeth said.

“What? Why?” Lady demanded.

“Oh, it doesn’t matter.” Macbeth regretted telling her anything.

“I swear to god, Macbeth, if this was your fault I’ll kill you. Duncan, already hates me because I’m your sister. Why don’t you keep adding people to his army, huh?” Lady berated him. Macbeth was at a loss. There was no way he could come out of this on top unless he let Lady take the fall. Which,

“You seem to be handling it pretty well,” Macbeth observed.

Lady slapped him in the face.

“I changed my mind. Go away.” 

Macbeth obeyed and left quickly. As he approached the school doors he saw Banquo leaving out of the corner of his eye. Macbeth decided to go back to Ms. Weird’s room.

Ms. Weird wasn’t there when Macbeth arrived. He decided to sit on the long table at the front of the room.

Macbeth noticed a magic 8 ball sitting near the white board. He decided to ask a few questions.

“Will I become rich and famous?” he asked.

Don’t count on it.

“Okay…” Macbeth was a bit disappointed. He decided to ask some more questions.

“Will Guys and Dolls be the best Dunsinane production yet?”

As I see it, yes.

“Sweet!” Then he remembered Macduff and Malcolm.

“What about Malcolm and Macduff?” He asked.

Concentrate and ask again.

Right, Macbeth thought. I can’t be vague.

“Will Malcolm and Macduff hinder my greatness?”

Better not tell you now.

“Fine, be like that.” Macbeth said and set the 8 ball down.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a girl walked in. Macbeth recognized her as Maduff’s younger sister.

“Is Ms. Weird here?” she asked Macbeth.

“No, sweetheart, she isn’t,” Macbeth said, an idea forming. He had a bad feeling about Macduff and Malcolm, and he knew exactly what to do about it.

…

Malcolm and Macduff sat down next to each other in their next class, their fingers intertwined. They both gave each other a look of knowing: this was their last respite before rehearsal today. It was not the first, but they were nowhere near their last. Malcolm and Macduff were not excited, to say the least.

After class, Macduff and Malcolm split up, albeit begrudgingly. Malcolm had to supervise the rehearsal and answer any stupid questions the actors undoubtably had, while Macduff was taking Siward and a few other freshmen to the woodshop to work on the set. One of those freshmen was supposed to be his sister, but she was not here.

“Has anyone seen my sister today?” Macduff asked the group. He was sure he saw her going to first period this morning but it couldn’t hurt to ask.

They all shook their heads no. Let me ask Malcolm if she’s in Ms. Weird’s room, Macduff thought. He took out his phone.

Macduff: hey is my sister near you

Malcolm: no why

Macduff: i cant find her

Malcolm: so why don't you text her

What a great idea. Why hadn’t Macduff thought of it before? Macduff opted to give her a call. It rang a few times before she picked up.

“Hello?” came a shaky voice.

“Hey,” Macduff greeted. “Where are you?” All Macduff could hear was the sound of ragged breathing for a few moments.

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll see you when I get home. Oh, and by the way, don’t try to get me back while that group of jerk-wads are still there,” Macduff’s sister said through quiet sobs.

“What jerk-wads?” Macduff asked nobody, since the call had ended. Macduff knew everyone on the cast, and they were all so friendly and kind, except…

“I need to go,” Macduff told the freshmen. “You all can go home.”

…

Macbeth was running lines with Seyton when Macduff burst in. He had a determined glint in his eye. Malcolm walked up to him and they started chatting animatedly. Macbeth was having trouble focusing on the scene.

Macduff and Malcolm both looked back at Macbeth before leaving the room, leaving Macbeth with a sinking feeling.

Once he was sure Macduff and Malcolm wouldn’t come back, Macbeth grabbed the 8 ball again and shook it.

“Are Macduff and Malcolm plotting against me?” Macbeth asked it.

Outlook not so good.

This put Macbeth somewhat at ease. The rehearsal continued as usual. Afterward, Macbeth went home with no qualms about Malcolm and Macduff.

…

His first mistake, arguably. Macduff had seen Macbeth shaking the 8 ball through the little window in the door.

“What are you looking at?” Malcolm had asked.

“Macbeth is consulting an 8 ball,” Macduff had said, chuckling.

He and Malcolm came up with a plan to get Macbeth expelled from the theatre program: confront him. It was so simple they almost didn’t consider it.

“Really? Who’s gonna believe us? Who’s gonna prove him wrong?” Macduff had asked.

“Duncan, and Banquo. And your sister,” Malcolm had reassured him.

“And after this ordeal is all over?”

“We’ll restore people’s old roles. And continue as normal.”

They set the date for Friday. That meant they had Wednesday and Thursday to talk to Banquo and Duncan and to formulate some backup plans. They would not leave for Christmas break before this was set right.

…

Macbeth walked into school on Friday morning nervous. He had felt confident on Wednesday afternoon and on Thursday, but walking into school was giving him second thoughts. He saw Duncan and some of his friends hanging out together, side-eying Macbeth. Banquo eyed Macbeth from afar and Macduff’s sister had a strange glint in her eye.

On Thursday evening, Lady came down with a fever. Their parents wouldn’t let her come to school. Macbeth was alone and paranoid.

Macbeth walked from class to class trying to be as big and intimidating as possible, to hide his fear. He would not let these people, who were arguably lesser than him, know that he wanted to become as small and invisible as possible.

Dread could not even begin to describe what Macbeth felt when he approached Ms. Weird’s room that afternoon. He pushed open the door with immense trepidation. Seyton and Siward were chatting in the corner, but there was no one else there.

Macbeth snuck behind Ms. Weird’s desk and grabbed the magic 8 ball one last time.

“Will I perform in the show this winter?” Macbeth asked. A direct question has to work, he thought.

The 8 ball landed on the tip between two responses. Macbeth shook it again.

Ask again later.

At that moment, Malcolm pushed the door open, followed by Macduff, his sister, Banquo, Duncan, Ms. Weird, and Mr. Birnham, the principal.

“Hello, Macbeth. Nice to see you,” Macduff greeted Macbeth with a cool tone. Macbeth gave a small wave.

“Macbeth,” Mr. Birnham said. “Have a seat. Please.”

Macbeth sat and Macbeth listened. He listened as Mr. Birnham recounted what had happened in the last two weeks. Macbeth’s peers nodded along with Mr. Birnham and gave each other premature celebratory smiles.

“Now, you understand that you will not be able to participate in the Dunsinane Theatre Program anymore, yes?” Mr. Birnham asked.

“What?” Macbeth exclaimed. “That’s ridiculous!”

“This is what you get for stepping on your friends,” Banquo said.

“Couldn’t have said it better myself.” Macduff gave Banquo a high five.

Macbeth stood and walked toward the door. He took one last look at Ms. Weird’s classroom--which he would never see again--before leaving to go home. Macbeth just barely saw Ms. Weird editing the cast list on the whiteboard out of the corner of his eye.

…

The door closed quietly. The people in the room just stared at it for a moment. Then, Malcolm enveloped Macduff in a bone-crushing hug.

“Finally, we can get on with the show!” he exclaimed.

Someone started playing Green Day’s “Good Riddance”, and someone else put a box of cookies on Ms. Weird’s desk. The celebration was well under way.

It was a few days before Christmas vacation was supposed to begin. Dunsinane’s production of Guys and Dolls was about to close.

Malcolm stood in the wings. Macduff was in the booth. The actors were ready for the show to begin.

“Cue 1, stand by…” Malcolm said.

“Standing by…”Macduff responded.

The lights in the house went down.

“Cue 1, go.”

Macduff pressed the play button in the program. The music started.

“I’ve got the horse right here! His name is Paul Revere…” The actor began. This was going to be the best Dunsinane Production in a while.

[wolfimprints]

Im brazilian and thats very important to me. I hate dealing with negative feelings because they make overwhelmed and i just push them away and focus on other things. Im not exacly an empathic person but i always try to be, i ocassionally have moral flaws (like cursing a lot, but not calling other people names, responding to bullies when they come at me and stealing things from big bussiness) but nothing too serious. I'm a bit of a showoff and live my life thinking "if this was a movie it would be awesome it i did that", people say i can be very agressive but im actually really affectionable, i will get mad if people make fun of me for that. Im an elder sister and i often feel like a teen mother to my baby sister and my own mum, in school i dont have any problems besides loudly talking, cursing and responding back to bullies (teachers or not), i actually have great grades and my assignement are awesome. I sometimes mess with dangerous people for the sake of getting money since i've been job hunting for months and got nothing out of it and im ashamed to ask help from my neighbours, i dont touch drugs or alchohol since i think its disgusting and i hate the idea of losing control of my own body, i usually only steal things and the sell for them.

Back to school again: There is this guy who wants to beat me because i scratched his hand when he grabbed my head, something i had asked him to stop and he didn't, my friends thinks i picked the fight, same friends that usually belittle me but i still hang around for the sake of not being alone, im a bit scared to the fight, not that i will ever admit to anyone but strangers online, i hurt that guy (Paulo, a tall fag idiot) because i didn't wanted people to think they can hurt me, but im angry knowing i can't count on my friends. I feel very alone with them, alone and small and powerless, they are not all that bad but i dont like how they make fun of me but i can't explain it, i feel like im 7 years old again, i also hate how i feel like i can't be an real person without my family (i live with my mom, grandma, baby sister and six beautiful dogs). Im a 17 bisexual female, i like sports but im ashamed of doing in public because of my boobs and my collegues talking about it, i like a lot of songs and im very ecletic, i like supernatural horror things and i have an morbid fascination to female criminals, my favorite band is The Acid, i love black bis bar and kit kat, coffee and spicy foods, but i hate eating and drinking at the same time, i love shopping and skincare but i have spending money, i'm also very self disciplined in regards of my eating, like a schedule, people say i curse a lot but i dont think so, they are just pussies. Idk if that helps but my mbti is ESFP, 3w2, 371 so/sx. i think im being too extra but i like details. sorry.

I sip you with... PAUL!

Okay, so hear me out, it can go 2 ways: either it's an enemies-to-lovers scenario, where he was messing with you and he wasn't expecting you to respond the way you did, and he's intrigued ; or it's a "Guys, did you see how she shut that guy! Good for him!" and he'll be in awe.

Once you're officially together, you become such a powercoupleTM. No one dares mes up with you, no one! He lives for you to retort anything to anyone. And if it's a pack member - Sam included especially if it's Sam -, Paul won't be able to shut up about your skills and your courage.

Somehow, Leah and you would become bestfriends, dissing the pack 24/7, having no one to contradict you.

And, if you're not feeling all too good about yourself, one day, you can count on Paul to take your defense the second he sees you ain't in your best mood.

Thank you for requesting!

-M-C

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Chapter 9; The Mission of World Peace

Here is where not only fluff happens but another part of the AOU movie happens, so warning here arr mentions of Panic attacks (towards the end), fluffiness, fighting, and arm decaptitation (you’ll see why) other than that not really anything else. Enjoy my lovelies :) The picture below is what you will be wearing as Bad Wolf for this series. The picture does NOT belong to me, it belongs to the company that made the anime Wolfs rain (which is AWESOME U GUYS SHOULD CHECK IT OUT FOR ANY ANIME FANS OUT THERE)

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Thanks to the twins for finding me some clothes to wear I looked at myself in the mirror and found myself having the physical appearance of a human but to me I still looked like a wolf in human’s clothing. I now wore a long black coat that came down to my mid-thighs and the bottom fit more like a skirt than a one piece coat.  

I had on long black stockings that went up past my knees same with my new black boots with a 1-2inch heel to them.  I wore a long red scarf that was wrapped around my neck to cover up the scarring around my neck from the injections my collar gave me shocking me repeatedly through 8 years of my life. The collar on my coat almost resembled the collar you would see in an old-school vampire movie but it wasn’t as high just about my lower jawline.  I even styled my hair different so that some strands would fall around my face to give me a more menacing look so that no one could judge me just because I was a child.

Just before Ultron decided to move us out to begin the plan of us saving the world and making it better, my heart was crying out that first there was something personal I just had to do first.  I left the room and found Ultron working on something and said to him.

“Ultron”.  He turned to me and said.

“(Y/n) what is it?”

“Before we begin, I only ask that we make one stop first, it’s uhh—it’s personal to me”.

“You wish to see your home and give your tribe a proper burial”. I looked at him surprised.

“How did you know that’s what I wanted?”

“My dear She-wolf. I know that even wolves mourn for the loss of their pack members. And knowing how young you were when you lost your tribe you wish they could have a proper burial, it will give you closure and allow you to move on. For you are the last of the Aniwaya tribe”. I turned away from him as tears formed in my eyes.  I felt his hand wipe away a tear and I faced him and he continued, “We’ll leave for your homeland immediately, but at sunrise we head to begin our mission”. He walked away probably to tell Pietro and Wanda.

“Thank you, Ultron” I stated my tone somewhere between gratitude and sorrow.  Next thing I know me, Ultron and the twins are flying on a jet from Sokovia to my reservation home back in Oklahoma.

When we got there, the place was just a desolated wasteland.  Apparently the government didn’t bring in any new Cherokee Indian tribes in since this spot was specifically for the Aniwaya tribe and with this being a reserve they couldn’t just destroy it without having a huge political debate on it.

As I walked through the spot that was once my home, I heard the screaming, the gunshots, the crying, everything from that night replay in my mind like it was yesterday.

Using my super sense of smell, I was able to dig within the ground to find the human bones of my tribe, even the bones of whom I assumed to be my parents. The spot where my dad was probably killed after defending me and then I managed to find my mom’s remains right where I lost her.  I gathered all the bones together as well as some wood for a fire.

Once the fire was up, I tossed all the bones into the fire and raised my hands in the air as the wind blew the embers of my tribe up into the night sky.  I recited the funeral prayer in the original Cherokee language as tears fell down my face. Finally I threw back my head and howled mournfully.  

Ultron just stood there watching me with no emotion while the twins however looked at me with sadness and sorrow as the sounds of my mournful howl broke their hearts.  Wanda was the one most affected because she could truly feel my pain thanks to her powers. 

After the burial, I just walked away deep into the woods and just wanting to be left alone for a while.  I sat on top of a boulder and just looked down at my feet soullessly.

I was broken.  Even though my family and tribe can finally be at peace with a proper burial, my heart still ached with such agony.  I was the last one of my tribe, Little Grey died 8 years ago in the lab where I was kept which I still have no idea where it was.  I had no one. I was all alone in this world now.

No family, no friends, not even a place to belong. Sure the twins took me in but I’m not their family.  At least they still have each other, the only members of their family left is each other and they’ve always had each other ever since they lost their parents at 10 years old.  I however am not so fortunate like them. 

I am alone. A lone wolf in this cold, cruel world. 

“I thought I made myself clear that I wanted to be alone” I stated brokenly.  I could hear the twins from behind a few trees behind me and I heard them coming up towards me.

“Ve didn’t vant you to be” said Wanda.

They sat on either side of me and I felt Wanda lean herself against my right side with her head on top of mine.

“You okay (y/n)?” asked Pietro softly.

“I have no one else in this world”.

“Zhat is not true—”

“No it is Pietro! You guys are lucky to still have each other. I lost—everyone! Even an animal whom I considered to be my brother!” I snapped as I turned towards him.  I laughed coldly as I harshly wiped away my tears.  “God I’m—I’m pathetic. Weeping like this when I didn’t even hesitate to eat people”.

“But zhat wasn’t you (y/n). Bad Wolf did all zhose things. You are still a kid finally having the chance to mourn over her family. And it’s natural to mourn. It’s not pathetic or even weakness to cry”. Wanda said as she tucked away some strands of my hair away from my face.

“And if you think zhat for one second you’re alone on this, your wrong,” Pietro added.  I turned back to him to see him reach in his pocket and pull out a beautifully hand-carved wooden wolf totem necklace attached to a braided string. “When me and Wanda were trying to find you after the Avengers stormed the base, we found this Native American tent and saw all kinds of drawings, dream catchers, totem necklaces, everything. And when I found this I instantly thought of you so I—”

“Stole it” Wanda stated firmly.

“Stole it. Took it as a gift, same thing. The point is, I was waiting for zhe right time to give it to you, I guess now’s a good a time as any. I think that’s how it goes”. I smiled at him and I lowered my head down and I felt him place the necklace around my neck and I raised my head back up and held the totem in my hand and admired it.

“Thank you, Pietro”.

“Anytime, just know that you are no longer alone in this world, you don’t have to be the Lone Wolf anymore. Wanda and I have always protected you ever since we met you, and we talked it over one night and—”

“We want you to be a part of our family, our pack”. Wanda finished her twin brother’s sentence.  My eyes widened softly as I looked at them.

“R—really? You both, want to adopt me?”

“We already have in our perspective, the question is do you wish the same?” Wanda stated.  I let out the biggest smile I could and immediately hugged them and they hugged me back.

“Thank you, brother and sister”.

“You’re welcome, sister”. Pietro said.

“I finally have the little sister I’ve always wanted” said Wanda happily as she kissed the crown of my head.

After we separated from our sibling group Pietro then asked me.

“Now that wolf you said you treated like a brother, what was his name again?”

“Little Grey”.

“That’s cute. What was he like?” asked Wanda.  I then turned to Pietro then back at Wanda and said

“Believe it or not Wanda, he was in a lot of ways like your Pietro”.

“Really? I bet he was tall, dark fur, and handsome and quite good with the lady wolves, no?” Pietro bragged as he brushed his hand through his hair.

“Ehhh…. More like he was the goofball and tried to flirt with the ladies but ended up being chased out by the Alpha males, and he was always a showoff claiming to be the fastest wolf of the pack”. Wanda bursted out laughing while Pietro just looked at me dumb folded. As Wanda and I laughed, I was suddenly pinned to the ground faster than I could blink with Pietro hovering over me.

“Now that hurt (y/n). You dare insult your new big brother like that? I’ll give you a chance to apologize or suffer punishment”.

“Hey Wanda wanted to know what he was like and I was giving an honest answer”.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. That’s not what I wanted to hear (y/n). Now I’m afraid you’ll have to suffer the punishment”.

“Fine, do your worst Maximoff, I’ve been through it all”.

“Alright but remember, you asked for it”. Suddenly his hands were on my stomach tickling me.I shrieked and tried to squirm away from him as I laughed and cried out begging for him to stop.“You know not all punishment deserves pain or fear. I’ve learned that even the simplest things can bring out the best torture of all, especially when it brings people laughing”.

“Not—funny…. Pietro! No stop it!”

“Hmmm, I might stop, if you apologize for saying those mean things to me”. He briefly stopped allowing me to catch my breath so that I could apologize to him.

“But I can’t apologize for something that I true, right?”

“Wrong answer” Pietro then tickled me around my sides and ribs making me howl with laughter.

“Okay! Hahahahah Okahehehehy! I’m sorrheheheyy! Just stohahahap!” Finally he stopped leaving me panting helplessly on the ground. I looked up at Wanda and told her. “You couldn’t have helped me out?”

“I would rather not get involved”.

“Yeah, back when we were kids, I used to do tickle her all the time” Pietro stated.

“And I never once enjoyed it!” She snarled as her eyes briefly went red then faded back to her normal eye color.

“Aww now Wanda it wasn’t always used for punishment or torture. Remember back at the orphanage? I would do it whenever you were sad or scared”.

“Even though it made me feel better, I never once—Oh no, no, no, no, no Pietro!”

“What? What’s the matter sister?”

“I read your mind, you are not. Tickling me”.

“Now why would I do that? I’m simply walking towards you. No reason to panic right?” Suddenly Pietro used his speed to tackle Wanda but she put up a force field around herself knocking Pietro on his butt. Wanda smirked softly as Pietro groaned in pain. 

“Hey, no force fields!”

“You started it!” Wanda shouted back.  I then wanted to get in on the action so I playfully tackled Pietro right to the ground as the two of us playfully wrestled with each other.  While Wanda tried to sneak away, Pietro gripped her arm and pulled her down onto the ground and playfully pushed me off and pinned his younger twin down and proceeded to tickle her.

I would then save Wanda by pinning Pietro and Wanda would tickle him.  Soon the three of us just rolled around playfully wrestling each other with no powers or mutation, just three siblings playfully wrestling and tickling one another.

After what felt like forever, we all just lay sprawled out along the ground. I was in the middle, Wanda to my right and Pietro to my left.  Wanda’s arm wrapped around my waist, my head laying on Pietro’s chest listening to his heartbeat and his head leaning against mine.

“Hey Pietro?” I asked after a long moment of silence of the three of us looking up at the millions of stars in the sky.

“Hmm?”

“Why did you want to know Grey’s name again?”

“Vell, I was thinking,” he sat up by his arms which made me lean up as well as Wanda while Pietro continued, “now that we’re a family. I was thinking, maybe we could have our own cute little Indian names like Little Grey and all those other names they do on the TV”. I rolled my eyes and said.

“Pietro, I was only 6 when I called him that I didn’t know what else to name him. Plus not every Native American is called things like ‘Little Frog’ or ‘Flying Eagle’ and all those other names, those are just stereotypical names Hollywood comes up with because they don’t know how to pronounce the real names”.  Pietro then leaned back down on his back as he continued.

“Still, I think it would be nice. It could be our thing, just between the three of us. And you can come up with mine and Wanda’s”.

“And what about (y/n)’s?” Wanda asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I already thought of (y/n)’s nickname and it’s perfect for her”.

“Uh-oh now I’m afraid for my life”.

“Trust me,” he then sat up fully and pulled me up by my hands while Wanda pushed herself up as Pietro then decreed. “I, Pietro Maximoff give (y/f/n) (y/m/n) Maximoff, the name ‘Wolfie’”.

“Wolfie? Really?” I stated.

“Yeah, why not?”

“You’re gonna have to come up with something else, because I am not going to be called Wolfie”.

“Aww (yyyy/nnnnnnn~)” he stretched out my name as he brought me into his chest, well more like smothered me into his chest. “It took me forever to come up vith that name. It fits you so much, plus it’s cute!” I struggled in his arms but everytime I could get some distance, he’d pull me right back into his chest. 

He then proceeded to peck my cheek with wet, obnoxious kisses making me squirm and groan.

“Please just take it, I like Wolfie and it suits you a lot. Please, please, please, please, please~” he even went as far as giving me the puppy dog face with lip pout.  I groaned and I said to Wanda. 

“How do you deal with this?”

“It’s a twin thing, you learn to live with it after awhile”.  I groaned then said.

“Ohh alright fine, I’ll be Wolfie”.

“Yay!” Pietro cheered as he nuzzled his face to mine, his stubble tickling my cheek making me giggle. “I knew you’d like it!”

“But just know that even though wolves are the ancestors of common dogs, doesn’t mean you can treat me like a dog while I’m in that form. I am a wolf, not a golden retriever”. I got out of Pietro’s arms as Wanda finally spoke up. 

“Now what of our names?” I hummed as I rubbed my chin going deep in thought. 

“Well, after much thought and careful placing, Wanda I decree that you should be ‘Mama Bear’ because of your gentle and protective nature. Your nurturing ways just give off this Mother bear vibe as you keep Pietro grounded and out of trouble, and making me feel safe when you hold me, as well as helping me remember my human side. And no matter how bigger or much stronger your opponent maybe, a mother bear will die to protect her cubs”.

“Mama bear? I like it”.

“And for me Wolfie?” Pietro asked eagerly.  I rolled my eyes still trying to get used to the nickname.  My demeanor then turned solemn because of what I chose to call Pietro.

“Well Pietro, I’ve really debated your nickname because not only does it fit you, but to me personally it would be like carrying on someone that I loved very, very dearly. I’ve decided that you shall be, Big Grey, in honor of Little Grey. Because he was also loving, protective, sweet, and he was always there to pick me up when I fell. He was always there to help cheer me up whenever I was sad, whether he nuzzled me and licking away my tears, or acting like an overgrown pup just leaping around and being playful trying to get me to laugh, Little Grey did everything he can to protect me and to make me smile, and ever since I met you guys even as a wolf, I’d always feel myself smile because of you Pietro, that’s why I wish to call you Big Grey”.

Pietro stood still for a moment before bringing me into his arms, my head resting right above his heart and he said.

“Oh (y/n), I am honored to carry on Little Grey’s name. I promise I will take it with pride, and I’ll always be there for you. Just like Little Grey did for you”.

“Yeah,” I trailed off as I looked down at my hands and looked at my veins.  “Even though his blood flows through my veins and my wolf form almost resembles his, it still hurts to know that I’m the one responsible for killing him”.

“He loved you (y/n). You and he shared a bond that only Pietro and I have ever known. It wasn’t your fault, and if time were to turn back, I’m sure Little Grey would’ve saved you again. He loved you (y/n), just as much as you loved him”.  Wanda said as she gently placed her hand on my shoulder and I looked at her with sad, solemn eyes.

She kissed my forehead while Pietro rubbed my back and arms comfortingly kissing the top of my head.  I then took notice of the stars fading and the first light of dawn approaching. 

“It’s almost sunrise, we need to head back to Ultron to officially begin our mission”.

“It’ll be okay (y/n) you’ve got us protecting you,” Wanda said.

“And you guys got me to protect you”.

“It’s us against the Avengers. If one of us gets hurt,”

“The other vill be zhere to pick you up” Pietro said.

“The bond between Big Grey, Mama Bear and Wolfie will strive against anything those Avengers can dish up. Now let’s kick some ass” I stated as my eyes phased into wolf gold.

Salvage Yard, African Coast 

We arrived at the Churchill, Great Britain trading ship that was docked along the African coast where Ultron had told us that Strucker had told him where the material for Vibranium could be found by someone known as Ulysses Klaue and given him the location just before Ultron killed him.  

Now this part of the plan was simple, first I would kill the lights to the ship which would cause the workers to stop working and evacuate.  The twins would distract Klaue giving me and Ultron the chance to finally come up and reveal ourselves and get all the Vibranium we needed.

I quietly stalked through the ship hiding from all the guards that would pass by and finally found the main switch to the power in my wolf form. I opened up the box and used my fangs to snap the wires which caused the entire ship to go black.  Like we predicted, I could hear everyone shouting in the native tongue until someone cried out.

“Evacuate now!”  Ultron then came up to me and rubbed the top of my head.

“Well done (y/n)” he then picked me up flew me over to Klaue’s office where the twins were being kept.  I could hear through the glass thanks to my sensitive hearing.

“So if you’re going to fiddle with my brain. And make me see a giant cuttlefish, then I know you don’t do business, and I know you’re not in charge. And I only deal with the man in charge”. Ultron and I were right at the glass window looking right into the office and there I saw Klaue standing in front of the twins with eyes looking to kill if they didn’t give out any more answers.

I leapt through the window and pinned him down to the ground snarling in his face.  My paw right over his chest and my claws nearly breaking through his shirt as I snarled defensively.  He looked up at me in fear trying to sooth me with calming words that you would use on a dog, which made me even more aggressive.  I then felt Ultron walk behind me as he stated.

“There is no man in charge” He then leaned over my shoulder looking straight into Klaue’s eyes as he continued, “Let’s talk business”. 

Klaue’s second in command then opened a latch door revealing containers of toxic wastes but when he pressed a button the toxins lowered down and soon revealed tons and tons of sticks of Vibranium.  Klaue then took one of the Vibranium sticks out as Ultron stated and was given the Vibranium by Klaue. 

“Upon this rock, I will build my church, Vibranium”. Ultron then tossed it to Pietro who caught it as Klaue then said.

“You know it came at great, personal cost” he rubbed the back of his neck where I noticed a brand burned into his skin hidden within his tattoos. “It’s worth billions”. Ultron chuckled then closed his eyes as he did something before finally saying. 

“Now so are you”. His second in command’s phone buzzed as Klaue went up to him as Ultron continued while Klaue took his second in commands phone to see billion and billions of dollars being transported into their accounts, “it’s all under your dummy holdings. Finance is so weird, but I always say ‘keep your friends’ rich, and your enemies rich and wait to find out which is which’”.  It was then things went south.

“Stark” Klaue said. I looked to the twins then at Ultron as he said.

“What?”

“Tony Stark use to say that, to me. You’re one of his”.

“What? I’m not—��� Ultron then gripped tightly onto Klaue’s arm. His second in command went to grab his gun and shot but Wanda used her powers to push his arm and the gun down towards the ground as Ultron snarled, “I am not. You think I’m one of Stark’s puppets? His hollow men? I mean look at me do I look like Iron Man? Stark is nothing!” Suddenly Ultron chopped Klaue’s arm right off. The twins and I were surprised at this sudden rage of his.  And suddenly seeing his arm just lying there on the ground almost triggered Bad Wolf back but Wanda quickly pet my head and rubbed my ears making me calm down.

As Klaue was panting in shock at the sudden loss of his arm, Ultron then said.

“I’m sorry. I’m….Oh, I’m sure that’s going to be okay. I’m sorry. It’s just I don’t understand…Don’t compare me with Stark!” He then kicked Klaue sending him down a flight of stairs with his second in command running after him as Ultron continued to snarl, “it’s a things with me. Stark is…He’s a sickness!”

“Aww junior,” suddenly on the other side of the small bridge between us landed Tony Stark, Thor and Captain America.  “You’re gonna break your old man’s heart”. Tony Stark said again.  I phased into my human form so that I could finally speak to them while Pietro tossed the Vibranium aside and all four of us walked towards the edge of our side of the bridge.

“If I have to” Ultron said.

“Nobody has to break anything”. Said Thor.

“Clearly you’ve never made an omelet” stated Ultron.

“You beat me by one second” Tony muttered to Thor who only looked confused.

“Ah, yes he’s funny, Mr. Stark, it’s what comfortable? Like old times?” Pietro stated in a dark sarcastic tone as he and Wanda glared at Tony Stark as well as the missile bombs that Klaue’s workers were trading.

“This was never my life” Tony stated.

“You three can still walk away from this” Captain America told us.

“Oh we will” Wanda sneered.

“I know you’ve suffered”.

“Oh really? Do you? Because none of you seem to give a damn about what happens when organizations slip right under your noses and cause mayhem. You have no idea how much we’ve suffered. How I suffered!” I snarled as my fangs grew into Bad Wolf’s fangs but Ultron stopped my urge to leap right at them with a scoff and a chuckle as he said.

“Captain America. God’s righteous man. Pretending you can live without a war. I can’t physically throw up in my mouth, but—”

“If you believe in peace, then let us keep it”. Thor stated.

“I think you’re confusing “peace” with “quiet””.

“Uh-huh. What’s the Vibranium for?” Stark asked.

“I’m glad you asked that because I wanted to take this time to explain my evil plan”. Ultron then magnetized his hand forcing Stark’s Iron Man suit forward while Captain America and Thor handed some of Ultron’s other bodies. Ultron then shot out red laser blasts sending Stark against the wall soon resulting them both flying in the air battling it out.

Once Thor and Captain America were too distracted Pietro took the first run and slammed into Thor while his back was turned which then gave me my chance to leap out as Bad Wolf and snap my jaws trying to tear his face off but I was quickly thrown off down to the lower levels of the ship.

War soon broke out everywhere.  Gunshots were fired, grunts and groans were heard, lasers and blasts being shot everywhere, etc.  I managed to kill off a few of the guards with my fangs and claws and even using my resonance howl to send them back flying.

Suddenly I heard Pietro’s yelp and saw him flying towards a tower of crates.  I quickly leapt right at for him and landed on the ground and instead of the crates, he ended up slamming right into my side making me softly yelp.  He looked up at me and said.

“Thanks Wolfie”. I softly whimpered and licked his cheek and nudged him to stand up and he took off running again.  Just before I could get up, I was hit straight in the face by a shield causing me to yelp in pain and I saw Captain America standing over me as he sternly commanded me.

“Stay down mutt”.  As he took off running I snarled offensively.  Mutt? He dares to call me a mutt? I snarled at him furiously and ran after him.

When he was distracted from fighting the guards, I picked him up by the arm with my fangs and ran until I tossed him straight at the corner of a stairwell.  Now in human form I loamed over him squeezing his throat as tight as I could as I snarled maliciously with a wicked grin.

“Who’s the mutt now? Mutt!” Wanda soon used her powers on Captain America as he grinned at him before following her.

She got into Black Widow’s mind without even needing my help but when it came to the archer who was firing arrows, I stopped her and said.

“Hold on Mama Bear. To take down a hunter, a wolf doesn’t go straight for the man, they go for the spear. Let me take the weapon away from him, then once he’s defenseless, you take him”.

“Alright, be careful Wolfie”. I nodded then I waited for the archer to fire his last arrow which made everyone get knocked right to the ground.  As he stood there I knew then this would be easy, I stalked right up to him my nails turning into claws ready to destroy his bow when he suddenly turned around, quickly pulled off my red scarf and put an arrow right to my neck.

It suddenly attached to my neck like a collar and delivered enough voltage to stun and cause pain.  I cried out in agony and fear remembering that dreaded Hydra collar I was forced to wear.  Shaking and trying to force it off me, tears rolling down my eyes but the archer didn’t even take pity with me. 

“You got me once She-wolf, not gonna let it happen again”. Suddenly he was pushed by Pietro and I landed into Wanda’s arms her voice just barely registering in my head.  Pietro quickly ripped the damn arrow off my neck and took me from Wanda’s arms carrying me like a small pup. 

Whimpering and softly sobbing into his shoulder, Pietro and Wanda glared down at the archer with hateful eyes then Wanda hopped onto her brother’s back and he took off running.

Outside near some large crates and junk, Pietro sat me on an old cylinder tube and the twins were hovering over me.  Wanda sitting beside me holding my face gently in her hands and Pietro with one hand stroking down my head soothingly and his other hand taking both my hands slowing me to squeeze them as tight as I wanted to.

“What can we do Wolfie?” Pietro asked me softly.

“God please make it stop!” I sobbed out as I was now having panic attacks from remembering my previous collar, shaking my head trying to get the flashbacks out of my head.  Wanda was stroking my wet cheeks with her thumbs wiping away my tears as Pietro snarled.

“I’m going to kill him! I’ll be right back—”

“No!” I cried out as I gripped onto his arm tightly, my claws still out.  “I’m fine! You both….” I panted out heavily as the twins stared at me and my eyes soon caught sight of the Avenger’s quinjet as well as Bruce Banner. “You both will have to finish the plan without me. Get the big one”. My eyes phased into Bad Wolf’s golden eyes as the twins glared at him with the same hatred and rage as me.

“Pietro, get her back to zhe ship”.  Pietro then picked me back up and quickly ran back to our jet leaving Wanda to unleash the Hulk.

When we got there, Pietro set me down gently on the small bed in the back and covered me up with a stress blanket.  My energy was suddenly drained from my sudden panic attack, Pietro stayed beside me gently stroking my head and brushing away the stray strands from my face.

“Big Grey?” I stated breathlessly.

“I’m here Wolfie, I’m here. You did good out zhere, those Avengers didn’t know what hit zhem”.

“The archer, he—”

“Shhhh, shhh, do not zhink of that old man now, sleep Wolfie, sleep”. With Pietro’s soft, soothing voice, his gentle petting, and soft touches my vision soon turned black as I finally passed out from exhaustion. The last thing I felt was a gentle kiss to my forehead and I could hear soft humming.

*3rd Person POV*

As Pietro sat there by (y/n)’s side Wanda soon arrived with Ultron.  Wanda quickly went up to her brother and said.

“How is she?”

“She’s exhausted, I just got her to go to sleep”. Wanda knelt down beside her brother and gently stroked (y/n)’s head carefully without waking her up.

“We’ll head to our next destination and proceed to Phase 2 of our plan, you two can stay with her then meet me at Helen Cho’s lab when she wakes up”. Ultron stated as he sat down at the control seat and flew the jet out of the African coasts and towards Seoul, Korea.

[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

Double Review: Fantastic Four 2005/Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver  Surfer

Well, it’s finally time to look at these two films. I’ve looked at the cheesy yet awesome B-movie from the 90s, and I’ve looked at the utter blight on cinema that was F4ntastic, but what about the two Tim Story movies of the mid-to-late 2000s? How do they fare against an enjoyable yet trashy B-movie and one of the absolute worst films of all time? General consensus back in the day is that these movies were horrible failures that did a disservice to the characters, but ten years and an abysmal reboot later, people have started to look at these films with somewhat kinder eyes. But is it warranted? Do these movies have any redeeming value? Well, let’s look at the story of the two movies:

The first movie is simply the origin story: The future Fantastic Four (and this time, Victor Von Doom, a businessman financing their space science mission to observe a cosmic storm) go up to space, get blasted by cosmic rays, and gain superpowers, leading them to become one big, happy, constantly bickering, high-profile superhero family. Von Doom starts turning metal, and also turning evil (but with a name like “Von Doom” there are really few career paths one can take aside from villainy), and so they gotta stop him in the last fifteen minutes of the movie, which is when they remembered they were making a superhero film.

The sequel has the team, on the day of Reed and Sue’s wedding, forced to save the Earth again, this time from a mysterious being whose name is in the title of the movie so it really shouldn’t be a shock to anyone watching: The Silver Surfer. And we all know what HIS appearance means, right? Well if you don’t, it means Galactus is coming to eat the world. The Fantastic Four just consistently get no respect, and the people who asked for their help in the first place not only repeatedly disrespect and insult them, they hire Doom, seemingly just to rub it in. Can the combined forces save the day, or is the Earth just straight up fucked?

So the one thing I can say that is done really well across the two movies is that the team, well, feels like a team, and more importantly, feels like a kind of dysfunctional but loving family… you know, like the Fantastic Four is supposed to feel. Reed is the epitome of an absentminded professor; he clearly loves his friends, but he can let his scientific breakthroughs get in the way of that. Ioan Gruffudd does a good job at making Reed the nice balance of clueless insensitivity and charming kindheartedness that makes Reed interesting. Johnny is an egotistical showoff, and is constantly teasing Ben, and pre-Captain America Chris Evans seems like he’s having a ball… though apparently he didn’t have a great time making these movies. Johnny can be kind of obnoxious at times, but he never gets so bad that he feels like a disservice to the character. Sue is… there. Yeah, unfortunately, she is the weak link here, as she has very little presence (fitting for someone called the Invisible Woman, but kind of disappointing for one of Marvel’s most iconic leading ladies). Jessica Alba just does not seem like a good choice to play this character, and it doesn’t help that her experience working on the films was so bad she almost quit acting. Of course I saved the best for last: Ben Grimm, AKA The Thing. If these movies did anything right, it was cast Michael Chiklis, a huge fan of the comics, as Ben. Chiklis gives a very nuanced and human portrayal of Ben while still making him the big lug we all know and love; in short, he’s perfect, and easily one of the best comic-to-screen adaptations of a hero ever.

Now for the exact opposite: Doom. He fucking sucks. Across the two movies, there is not one single scene that is improved by his presence… okay, that’s not entirely true, but the vast majority of his screentime is spent sucking. The problem here is that Doom is not the sorcerous overlord of Latveria; he’s Norman Osborn, basically, a corrupt corporate executive whose arrogance and greed gets him evil powers. Basically the only thing he has in common with the comic book version is that he is named Victor Von Doom, and he hates Reed Richards. That’s about it. I get these films were made in the wake of Raimi’s Spider-Man films, which were huge, but they already jacked the action-packed comical tone for the story, did they need to jack the villain too? This Doom is only saved by a somewhat cool action sequence at the end of the second movie where he hijacks the Silver Surfer’s board and briefly becomes the herald of Galactus, and the fact that as much ass as he sucks, he’s still not as bad as the living gimp suit they called Doom in the 2015 movie. I think it says a lot about him, and also the quality of the reboot, that his biggest saving grace is that he sucks, but not as bad as the reboot one.

And now for the antagonists of the sequel: Silver Surfer and Galactus. Silver Surfer is easily the best part of the movie; he’s cool, he’s noble, he’s badass as hell, and he’s played by the inimitable Doug Jones. He’s such an enjoyably cool creation of special effects and acting that it may just make you sad that his hinted-at spinoff movie teased in the credits never happened. Galactus, on the other hand… ooh boy. I’m gonna need to start a new paragraph for him.

What needs to be understood about Galactus here is that this movie was made back in 2007, which was long before riskier comic book movies like Guardians of the Galaxy or Ant-Man. There was no chance back at the time that a character like Rocket Raccoon, Groot, Ant-Man, or Ego the Living Planet could ever be taken seriously, and silly-looking characters like Green Goblin were subject to a shitload of jokes. So, with that in mind, it is easy to see why the studio was probably reluctant to go with a true-to-the-text version of Galactus as a giant man clad in pink and purple. Instead, they opted to make him a big, evil cloud that drains the life from planets, and hey, this isn’t too bad a concept! This could totally work… but there are some stumbling blocks that they managed to trip over. First off: He doesn’t talk. I get changing him to a giant, living nebula that devours planets was necessary to avoid the sheer corniness of his usual attire, but you could AT LEAST still have him talk! Unicron bellowed out in the voice of Orson Welles when he was still just a giant planet-eating sphere, would it have been too much to have this killer cloud from outer space do the same? There’s plenty of actors capable of giving deep, menacing voices to even the most peculiar characters, so this is one of the more egregious missteps. Another big issue is the fact he… dies. Yeah, Galactus, the being in the comics who could at most be dissuaded for a bit, is killed via the magic power of pulling stuff out your ass and bullshit writing! The Silver Surfer just basically decides to turn on him and kill Galactus, with the power Galactus gave him… which begs the question of why Galactus would create someone strong enough to kill him. But hey, that could have been remedied with maybe some foreshadowing… which brings us to the biggest problem of all: Galactus only appears for, at most, five minutes. Galactus is barely in the movie at all, has very little buildup despite, you know, the Silver Surfer being there, and dies without making any sort of mark in the audience’s mind. And hey, remember how I said they likely did this to avoid the cheesiness of his costume, and that the cloud thing wasn’t a totally bad idea? There’s actually concept art for something that has it both ways: true to the text, yet still hidden in this massive cloud! But hey, why avoid these problems that will piss people off when you can just use them and piss people off? Just throw in a silouette that looks like his helmet and call it a day, they’ll be satisfied, riiiiiiiiiiiight?

Ok, but that’s enough about the characters… what about the stories, the actual content of the films? The first movie is much more… sitcomy, I guess? It’s an origin story and pretty light on the action, acting more as a piece where the characters interact and develop. For what it is, it’s decent, though as a superhero movie it really wouldn’t have killed them to have a bit more superheroics (you know, the thing that audience came for) and maybe have Doom built up better as an antagonist instead of thrust upon us in the final third after sitting most of the film out. For a movie that is clearly trying to emulate Spider-Man, it sure missed the part where Norman Osborn becomes the Green Goblin early on and flies about on his glider, cackling like a madman and killing people to establish him as a threat. Hell, Doom doesn’t even get to glide around on a silvery object until the second film! Overall though, the character interactions are pretty good, though again, Alba is clearly not bringing her best material here. My biggest issue though is some of the dialogue so hamfistedly foreshadowing the characters eventual identities early in the film it just feels awkward to a painful degree. Overall, the film feels more like an extended prologue for the second film than anything, and I guess that it’s not too bad for something like that, but it’s definitely not stellar as a superhero movie.

The second film is a lot more action packed, and I think this helps out a lot. The characters are established, so we get a lot of solid banter, they use their powers a lot more, and they’re up against the Silver Surfer, a character who just oozes coolness. Hell, even Sue is more interesting here! I also liked how the characters had realistic arguments and problems, and instead of stewing in them for the sake of drama… they actually talk their problems out and handle things in a mature manner instead of allowing annoying, contrived bullshit to hinder the plot! Of course, Doom’s presence bogs the film down, as does the issue with Galactus, but I think overall the film has a slight edge just for being a bit more compelling and for allowing the characters to be a bit more enjoyable due to the audience presumably being familiar with them from the first one. There’s still an air of corniness and campiness to the proceedings, but this one’s a bit more fun. Also, Stan Lee’s cameo, where he tries to get into Sue and Reed’s wedding only to be rejected, is probably one of his best cameos ever.

So, what do I think of them, overall? I think… they’re kinda enjoyable. I don’t think either movie is as true to the campy charm of the old comics as the unreleased film from the 90s, but I do think the heroes themselves were pretty well done, the Silver Surfer is one of the coolest characters in any superhero film and deserved his own spinoff, and it’s clear that there was some love, effort, and creativity put into these movies that makes them somewhat enjoyable. Are they great? No, I can’t honestly say either of these films are “great” movies to any degree, though they have their moments, but they’re enjoyable enough that it’s mostly painless to watch them (until you come across a scene Doom is in). Much like the second and third Pirates of the Caribbean films, I feel like these two movies could have maybe been trimmed down and cut together; the first act could have featured the origin of the Fantastic Four and maybe established Galactus and Silver Surfer, the second act could have them trying to use their powers to find out what the Surfer is up to, bickering, and growing closer as a team, and the third act could feature Galactus arriving, the team coming together to fight him off, and the Surfer realizing the value in them and helping them. Then it ends with a sequel hook involving Doom and maybe one for a Silver Surfer spinoff movie. Also, Galactus doesn’t die. BOOM! That would have worked a lot better I think, even if fighting off a planet-devouring galactic being is a bit much for a fledgling superhero team. Still, for what they are, I can’t really hate them. They do a lot wrong, but they do plenty right too. They’re definitely worth checking out if you can find them cheap (try the bargain bin at your local Wal-Mart or supermarket, and snicker if the price is about $4). Just don’t go in expecting Spider-Man or X-Men, the big contemporaries these films were compared to, and you’ll have a good time.

It’s a shame this franchise screeched to a halt and died when it had potential to get so much more interesting, especially with Silver Surfer’s hinted, yet sadly aborted, spinoff. Instead, what we got was something that represented the polar opposite of what the Fantastic Four should be. At least we got The Incredibles, which is to date the greatest Fantastic Four movie ever mad… but still, I’d like to imagine someday we’ll get an honest-to-god Fantastic Four movie that is actually fantastic. Maybe Fox will stop fucking up and make it, maybe they’ll give the rights back to Marvel, or maybe they’ll share joint custody like Sony is doing with Spider-Man. Only time will tell.

[thelittleredheadedmusician]

Birthday Wishes

A very Happy Birthday to @pansexualcassiecain!!! May your day be filled with cake and love! And of course Cass.

Cass rolled over and stretched, kicking the blankets that had tangled themselves around her legs off of the bed. Groping the nightstand for her phone she squinted at the bright screen as she sat up. Roughly ten different text messages glowed at her, fighting to be opened first, all with various phrases of the same sentiment. She smiled and tapped her passcode in as she made her way to the kitchen and the food it held. 

Leaning against the counter Cass couldn’t stop herself from laughing into the apple she had grabbed for breakfast. The very first message she opened had been Steph’s and it contained a video her best friend had obviously compiled over the course of patrol the night before. Hopping onto her kitchen counter Cass turned the phone’s volume and got comfy as she tapped the screen to make it play.

“CAAAAAASSSSSS!!! IT’S YOUR DAY OF BIRTH!!!” Batgirl yelled at the camera. “As such I have taken it upon myself to gather you well wishes. This will likely need editing...” Batgirl trailed off and a look of concern flashed across her face before she immediately perked up, “Really O? Thank you! So what that was was that Oracle just said that she’d help me edit the video so Operation Birthday Wishes for Black Bat is a go!” The camera, Cass figured Steph had been using her phone to record this, turned around and she got a great view of the Gotham skyline as Batgirl fired a grapple and jumped off the roof with a woop.

The video then cut to an image of Red Robin in an alley cuffing a couple of thugs. “Double R! Redbird! My man, my boyo, my bestie!” Steph called from off screen. Tim looked at Steph and even Cass could tell he was quirking an eyebrow at their blonde friend from under his cowl. She stifled a laugh at the expression she knew she would later screen shot. 

“Batgirl? I- do I want to know?” Red Robin asked as he straightened up and nudged the thug slightly more to the side. 

“I’m gathering birthday wishes for Black Bat!” Steph told him, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet if the video’s shaking was any indication. 

Tim grinned, “Ok. What do you want me to say?” he stepped closer to Steph and the camera. 

“Whatever you want! But keep it PG,” she replied. 

He laughed, “My name is Red Robin, not Red Hood. Alright. Happy Birthday Black Bat! You’re my favorite sister, even if you weren’t my only sister, and I’m honored to call you that.” He glanced down at the thug on the ground then back to the camera, “Yeah, he’s unconscious enough for this. Cass, you are an amazing dancer, fighter, and person. I’m so glad to know you and have the opportunity to work with you and learn from you. I missed you and can’t tell you how glad I am that you’re back in Gotham. I hope you have a wonderful birthday and by sure you stop by the manor at some point because you deserve cake.” He smiled and waved at the camera.

“Aw, that was sweet Timmy.” 

“Thanks. Now do you mind giving me a hand?”

The video cut to a rooftop, or at least Cass guessed it was a rooftop because the footage was shaking like crazy. “Red Hood! Wait! Agh! O? A little help on this one?” Steph shouted as she ran. The shaking and presumably Steph slowed as the figure she had been chasing stopped. “Thanks. I owe you like times a million at this point. Hood! Just two minutes! For Cass!”

Her brother crossed his arms over the red bat on his chest, “Fine. But only because I like Black Bat and Barbie asked nicely.”

“Um ouch.” Steph sassed as she adjusted her phone. “So I’m recording well wishes for Black Bat’s birthday. If you could just be nice for like two minutes I swear I’ll not bother you for the rest of the month.”

Jason laughed as he removed his helmet, just leaving the red domino underneath. “We both know that’s a false statement Blondie. Alright,” he addressed the camera, “Cass you are one helluva gal. Honest. You’re one of the few people in our messed up family that I actually like and that’s saying something cause you regularly eat my food.You’re goofy and have a heart that’s about six sizes too big. So double the Grinch’s!” He grinned at his own joke and Cass laughed as on the recording Stephanie groaned. “No comments from the peanut gallery,” Jason told Steph pointing a finger at her. “So yeah. Keep being awesome and have a great birthday sis.”

“Thank you Jason!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just make sure Oracle knows that I’m expecting that takeout when I get back.” With that he put his helmet back on and jumped off the roof.

“Well somebody sure knows how to make a dramatic exit,” Steph mumbled causing Cass to lose it. She accidentally hit her head on the cabinet and pausing the video went to get ice.

Coming back she tapped play and the screen cut once more to a different roof, “C’mon Damian. It’s for Cass and you love her.”

“-tt- I do not.”

“You like her better than you like me.”

“I tolerate you Brown, I respect Cassandra. There is a difference or shall I get you a dictionary for your own birthday?” Her youngest brother snarked as he appeared on screen, sitting on the roof polishing his katanna.

“Fine. Whatever. But if you really respected her you would tell her so and since I am putting this together for her birthday...”

Robin tilted his head up and glared, Cass smiled because no matter how menacing he thought that face made him look she thought it made the baby bat down right huggable.��“-tt- Fine.” He rearranged his features into a more pleasant expression before beginning, “Cassandra. You are a superb fighter with whom I am honored to train. Your discipline and skill is commendable and near incomparable. You are also a graceful dancer and have taught me much about how to be ‘normal’. Thank you for your companionship and may you have a pleasant birthday. That good?” Damian asked as he returned his attention to the sword in his lap.

“I honestly don’t know what that was but I’m gonna take it. Thanks Dami!” With that Steph must have took off running once again because the camera suddenly shifted and the images blurred. Cass burst out laughing at the still audible “No names in the field fatgirl!”

The video next cut to an image of the cave where still in his Nightwing suit but the mask discarded Dick was practicing he gymnastics. “Yeah! Anything for Cass!” He said as he flipped himself onto his hands and walked on them to where Steph must have been standing at the edge of the mats. Flipping himself back onto his feet he grinned at the camera. 

“Showoff.” Cass muttered with a grin at her brother. 

“Cass, you are one of the kindest, most selfless people and I’m proud to call you my little sister. I love watching Disney movies together and when we dance and play tag. Thank you for braving my cooking and always watching over Tim and Steph. I hope you have an excellent birthday and I promise we’ll have another movie marathon soon.” He then grinned and blew a kiss to the camera. Cass smiled at that, knowing it was his way of trying to speak her language.

“That was cute. Thanks Dick.”

“Anytime. B is poking around the computer if you still need him.” Dick said as he went back to his gymnastics.

“I do, thanks!”

It then cut to an image of Batman silhouetted against the cave’s huge computer screen. “Batman? Do you have a second? It’s for Black Bat’s birthday.”

The large man turned around and pushed the cowl off his face, “For you kids I can always make time.” Cass could just imagine her best friend squirming slightly at that.

“Uh, cool. Um, thanks. So I’m collecting birthday wishes for Cass if you’d like to say anything.”

Bruce nodded and turned to stare directly into the camera, “Cassandra, you are the best daughter any father could hope for and you make us all very proud. I hope you have a happy birthday.” The corners of his mouth twitched up in the barest hint of a smile before he turned his attention back to Steph. “Good?”

“Perfect, thanks B.” The camera then dropped to point at the floor and Steph practically ran away. Once again it swooped to look at Steph, “You got an almost smile out of Batman. You are definitely the favorite.” Cass grinned, she knew she was the favorite.

The next cut was to the manor’s kitchen where Alfred sat at the table with a cup of tea. “A birthday message for Miss Cassandra? I can certainly do that.”

“Aw thanks Alfred!” 

Clearing his throat Alfred smiled at the camera, “Miss Cassandra, you are one of the most beautiful, intelligent, and talented young women I’ve had the pleasure of meeting. Your compatriots obviously some of the others,” at this Cass could hear Steph give a soft “aww” and she couldn’t help but blush at the older man’s kind words. “I know that if you even accomplish half as much with the rest of your life as you already have it would be a feat. May you have a wonderful birthday and please stop by for cake.” He gave a short nod and smiled.

“Perfect. Thank you Alfred.”

“Anything for you girls Miss Stephanie.”

The next scene was on the rooftops of Gotham once more and Steph had managed to track down Duke and Harper in the same spot. “I thought we were going to all go get ice cream tomorrow?” Harper asked as she put a hand on her hip.

“Well yeah but I’m doing this too. You really think the boys would get ice cream with us?”

“Touche.”

“I’d get ice cream with you guys.” Duke said looking between the camera and the blue-haired girl.

“Alright, I’ll text you when and where later.” Harper told him with a shrug.

“Alright, on topic I need your birthday wishes for Cass.” Steph told the other teenagers.

“Cassandra the magnificent,” Harper began with a wicked grin. “You my lovely are stunning in more ways then one. You make me laugh constantly and always know exactly what I’m feeling. You are one of my best friends and I’m so happy to have you in my life. I hope that you special day is just as special as you are!” She laughed a bit and made a goofy heart out of her fingers to point at the camera. Cass grinned down at the image and made a mental note to screenshot that later too.

“My turn? Ok, Cass you are truly one in a million. You don’t talk much but that’s never stopped you from teasing me and cracking jokes. You’ve always been nothing but welcoming to me and for that I thank you. I hope that you have a great birthday.” Cass smiled a Duke, the two hadn’t known each other long but they were quickly becoming great friends.

The last cut was to the inside of the Clocktower where Barbara sat in front of her computer screens. “Whenever you’re ready Babs.” Steph said and the redhead nodded. “Cass, when I first met you I had no idea how close we would become but I sure am glad we did. You taught me so much about myself and gave me so much of exactly what I needed when I was in a bad time and that is perseverance. For that I will be eternally grateful. You’re one of my closest friends and I love you like a sister. I hope that you have a very happy birthday. Love ya Cass.” Babs smiled and then repeated her words in sign language and Cass forced herself not to cry because she knew Barbara would tell her that tears shouldn’t be wasted on her.

The camera then spun to show Steph, still in her Batgirl suit but cowl pulled down and blonde hair wildly disheveled. “Cass! I hope that when you wake up and watch this video that it starts your birthday off right. You’re my very best friend and I would honest to god be lost without. The lessons you taught me and the bravery and kindness that you exhibit every day are things I can only hope to strive for. Have an extremely happy, merry, wonderful, all around great birthday! Love you!”

The screen went black before returning to her messaging app. Cass smiled down at the screen before typing out quick thank yous to he family and friends. It was a happy birthday indeed.

Jean, I hope your birthday wishes are just as wonderful as Cass’s. Happy Birthday darling!