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bethanythebogwitch · 9 months

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It's been a long time coming, but we have reached the end of the series where I examine the real-life inspirations for every non-fish aquatic Pokémon. Today, I’ll be going over those introduced in gen IX. For previous entries in this series see gen I part 1, gen I part 2, gen II, gen III, gen IV, gen V, gen VI, gen VII, and gen VIII. To see my previous series where I covered the inspirations for all fish Pokémon see here. I’m saving starters and legendaries/mythicals for their own series. I will be including two paradox Pokémon even though we technically don’t know if they’re aquatic (we never see them in their natural habitats) to keep this post from being too short. Also if you’re looking for Clodsire, check the gen II entry.

Paldea gave us many things, one of them being the end of the tadpole trio. Like Poliwag and Tympole before it, Tadbulb is a tadpole, the larval form of a frog. It’s also a lightbulb.

(image: a tadpole)

Bellibolt is an adult frog that is also an avocado. Specifically, it is a halved avocado with its belly organ being the pit.

(image: a halved avacado)

Speaking of its belly organ, that is based off of a plasma globe, a common toy that looks like a ball filled with electricity arcing off of a smaller, inner ball.

(image: a plasma ball, the king of children's science museums)

Bellibolt’s eye-like organs are a form of defensive mimicry. Eyespots, fake eyes, are used by many species as ways of deterring predation, often by making it look as though it has already spotted a potential ambush predator or by making it seem like part of a much larger animal. Bellibolt’s eyespots are likely a reference to the Cuyaba dwarf frog, which has large eyespots on its rear. The frog’s eyespots can release poison while Bellibolt’s can release electricity.

(image: the behind of a Cuyaba dwarf frog with its eyespots visible. I will restrain myself from making any crude jokes)

Finizen and Palafin are dolphins and I’m honestly surprised it took 9 generations to get a dolphin Pokémon. They seem to be based primarily on the bottlenose dolphin as its pretty much the default dolphin in pop culture. Picture a dolphin in your head, that’s a bottlenose. It also draws inspiration from the striped dolphin, as both have a stripe going down their sides.

(image: a striped dolphin jumping from the water)

Finizen also drawn from dolphin behavior as they are very curious and playful. The bubble ring they play with is a direct reference to real dolphins blowing bubbles to amuse themselves. When it evolves into Palafin it adds superhero to the dolphin influence. Zero form Palafin looks almost identical to Finizen, but it is actually a hero hiding amongst the citizens, ready to put on its costume and save the day. It needing to switch out to become its hero form is reference to the trope of superheroes needing to get into a hiding spot to switch into their costume incognito. Think Clark Kent ducking into a phone booth to change into Superman.

(image: a comic panel of Clark Kent using a phone booth to get into his Superman costume)

The superhero gimmick may also be a reference to stories of wild dolphins saving people who are drowning or being threatened by sharks. It is primarily based on western superheroes, though some of its design elements are suggestive of sentai heroes. Its shiny form being black references orcas as well as the hero turning to a villain or getting a darker redesign. Think Spider-man’s black costume period. I’m not entirely sure how dolphin + superhero resulted in possibly the ugliest Pokémon design in the history of the franchise. It’s a shame because I really love the concept, I just wish it’s design didn’t suck Stunky ass. Besides superheroes, Palafin’s humanoid hero form draws from the boto encantado, a legend from around the amazon river of river dolphins who can take on the form of humans to come on shore and engage in partying and seducing humans.

(image: artwork of a bota encantado in human and dolphin forms. source)

I swear I once read a similar legend where the resulting human form only had one leg, but I couldn’t find any references to it so I may be mixing up completely different legends. The one leg would fit since Palafin stands on its tail.

The first of our paradox Pokémon is Iron Bundle and I don’t really have much to say about it. It’s just a robotic Delibird. I feel like the future paradox Pokémon in general and very uninspired designs, with Iron Valiant being the only one that’s not just a robot version of a present Pokémon. As a Delibird variant, it is based on a penguin. I may specifically be a rockhopper penguin due to the spikey ruffs of feathers on its head.

(image: a yassified rockhopper penguin)

The other big inspiration for Delibird is Santa Claus, being a red and white jolly fellow that carries around a sack full of presents. The bird with a bundle aspect might also reference the popular image of storks delivering babies. Iron bundle adds some more references to winter activities and toys. Its head can pop off like a jack-in-the-box and its tail seems to be a snow globe. The tail could also be an artificial snow maker machine. Its feet look like skis and could be either water skis or snow skis. If its tail is a snow maker, the snow skis probably fit better.

Walking Wake is an interesting one as it’s allegedly the ancestor of Suicune, a Pokémon that magically created by Ho-oh instead of being a natural creature. This confused me until I came across the fan theory that none of the paradox Pokémon are actually from the past/future. Rather the terastal crystals of area zero have the ability to warp reality based on people’s wishes. An example of this is the crystals allowing the AI professor to be created despite that kind of technology not existing in the Pokémon world. In this theory, the crystals created the paradox Pokémon in response to the professor’s expectations of what past/future Pokémon would look like. This would also explain why the Pokedex entries all describe the paradox Pokémon as being similar to creatures from rumors or a National Enquirer style conspiracy magazine. The professor being familiar with these accounts would shape their expectations of what past/future Pokémon would be like and therefore how the crystals created the paradox Pokémon. This explains why a unique, artificial being like Suicune (and with the new announcements, Raikou) could have an ancestor. It’s just someone’s idea of what a prehistoric Suicune would be like brought to life. Walking Wake looks like Suicune combined with a therapod dinosaur. Its ability to walk on water comes from the original Suicune, but also from a basilisk lizard. These lizards can run on the surface of the water for short time periods thanks to their speed and very broad feet, an ability that has granted then the nickname “Jesus lizard”. Basilisks also run on only their hind legs when running on water, fitting with Walking Wake being a biped.

(image: a basalisk lizard running on water)

Its twin tails both have a wave shape and come out from behind and at an angle. This makes them look a lot like the wake left behind by a boat.

(image: a boat wake as seen from above)

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yo-yo-yoshiko · 1 year

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Was getting kinda wistful working on Chapter six so i had to doodle up a little Clash, age 24-ish, when he got his start long before Liam.

#wake of the clash #webcomic #superhero #character art #sketch #oc #bright eyed young hero in a new city looking to make friends and help people… where did it all go wrong huh sally?#oh wait…. I know! muahahahahahaha!#giggling cause 24 year old clash also doesnt do a thorough job while shaving #semi repurposing his original design for the rookie costume eehehehe #thank flap i changed him! what a yucky costume lol #gosh dang asymetrical stripe giving me grief once more #if rookie clash ever makes it into the comic i’ll have to see about giving him a proper design

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gumy-shark · 1 year

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here’s a little notebook doodle of my design for superhero!leo. please ignore the swords i beg of thee

#v proud of the stripes everywhere tho #i Fucking love drawing tiny little dots and it’s just a fun design #gumy's tmnt superhero iteration #still needs a name btw. please suggest names

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figs-a-plenty · 2 years

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"Whenever someone's asked what power they wish they had, flying is always at the top of the list. But I have to admit, I've learned to love falling too."

Bonus w/o the domino:

#heroforge #nightwing #dick grayson #the inability to give him the finger stripes in heroforge is killing me #dc #dc comics #grayson #batman #batfam #batfamily #batkids #richard grayson #richard john grayson #gotham #vigilante #vigilantes #flying graysons #superhero #superheroes

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helenaheissner · 4 months

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Stargirl review!!

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beyondthetemples-ooc · 4 months

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It just turned xmas eve and I'm sitting here grinning like a lunatic at how I described Dove's transformation into demon!Dove, specifically because I really like what I headcanon'd about the letters!

In the climax battle scene of DDD, I gave Dove the same runes that Raven glows with in s4, except I Elaborated. I gave them Purpose besides just Look Cool and Ancient. Excerpt below (DDD, ch20).

And when the merging was complete, Raven couldn’t believe what she saw.

What had he done to her?

She lifted herself from the dust and stood with a stance so powerful, so confident that Raven couldn’t believe it was DOVE under that cloak. The newborn demon stretched, flexing, gathering and astrally caressed the currents of energy – Suddenly she threw the scorched cloak away and revealed an outfit that swept across her curves, skirting her back and shoulders, so provocative it was barely even there; its pieces embraced at her cocked hip and accentuated her battle-ready stance.

So little of that crimson and leathery flesh was hidden, the real Dove would have fled under the covers from embarrassment. But more importantly, more frighteningly, this utterly uncharacteristic outfit revealed messages sewn into her skin like astral battlescars:

Dove was marked with dark scrawls of energy, the epistles burning in activation, scripts to keep his power in her body, runes to channel evil energies ripped from the very cosmos, letters as old as the chaos they channeled were strewn across every inch of her exposed flesh. Warnings on her arm. Triumph flooded down her back. Terms of surrender splashed across her collarbone and met at the four cauterized scars on her chest.

Trigon was gone, sealed within her by the sigil of damnation, and the magic now thriving within her was clamoring for violence - delirious to be unleashed, even as embers of the fading hellfire still lit her skin.

And here was the perfect target.

Dove’s senses, human and preternaturally enhanced, all detected Raven’s presence. She sensed the signs of heightened emotion: Raven’s calm mask was strained. She saw the subtle tension in her shoulders, heard her heart pounding a heavier rhythm than it had a moment ago. She felt the slightest shift of blood flow as Raven’s muscles tensed, preparing for battle at her instinct’s call, and she could feel the air strung tight around her as Raven's powers raged within her, the trained instinct to eliminate the threat, warring with the protectress instinct to not hurt her little sister.

And most satisfying of all, her telepath mind tasted Raven’s fear, an absolute delicacy whether the fear was for herself or her lost sister’s soul.

#ddd #rhs stories #rhs personal teen titans #tt headcanons list #(Because this really IS all headcanon; aside from the Mark of Scath we really DON'T know what the fuck it all mEANS)#I don't know how much of those lines about the letters was headcanon power vs. Nexus on both the Raven and the Dove axis...#but gods I'm proud of it WHEREVER the fuck it came from.#I'm also proud that it took me approximately 10 minutes to come up with that many words for ''letters and sentences and words''.#I'm still not sure of the CONNOTATIONS of the word ''epistle'' but I could always slap an ''unholy'' before it if I find out it's unfit.#The punctuation in this chapter is still Under Review (as is demon!Dove's outfit?) but GODS I'm proud of the verbiage!#Doylist: the outfit is to show off the glowing spell words. Obviously.#The energies of it is probably what burned off Raven's clothes.#Watsonian though??? Yeah there's a thing with ''Dove lacks confidence and demon!Dove has too much of it'' but like.#Did I have to SEXUALIZE her to show that? Like. I didn't MEAN it that way; it's supposed to be ''she's proud and doesn't mind showing skin'#but does it come off as fanservice-y or sexualizing or objectifying or equating Showing Skin with Power?#this post brought to you by a zine I just read about One of the LEsser-Flaunted Aspects of my Identity #and it had a really interesting superhero world sort of thing and I forget why it made me think of DDD....? I think I was thinking of likin #the narration style or verbiage choices or something and was like ''I like my own sometimes too. LIKE THE MARKINGS''#--OH I was thinking about Trigon's design and having stripes sometimes for some reason (like Tony the Tiger)#and that made me think of demon!Raven and then demon!Dove.

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ares857 · 5 months

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internet finds

#overalls #dungarees #stripes #striped top #faded #faded overalls #chubby #chubby guy #halloween #superhero #cool #cool look #beard #cute #cute guy #dork #dorky guy

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cassiekayscreams · 2 years

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Striped: Chapter 2

Striped

A Marvel OC Fanfic by Cassie Kay

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Chapter 2

Tora had spent the past few days doing all the research she could on Madame Margerie’s Art Gallery. She’d even gone so far as to go to the Seattle Department of Construction and Inspections. Sometimes they had building blueprints one could look at, especially if one claimed to be an architecture student working on a project. Fortunately, Madam Margerie’s Art Gallery was part of an older building that had gone through a few different uses over the years, and so blueprints were available. Unfortunately, this meant that the Surrealist Snatchers would be able to get the blueprints easily, as well.

Tora pinned the pictures she’d taken of the blue prints up on her board with the other intel. The building was a business center; a long building with separate suites and stores. The front of the building was very close to the sidewalk, making access very walkable. There wasn’t a parking lot meant specifically for the building patrons. However, around back there was an access ramp for deliveries and a small parking lot for employees and personnel. That rear entrance seemed like the most likely access point.

Tora dropped into her desk chair, picking up the landline phone and dialing the number listed on Madam Margerie’s website. She braced herself for what she was about to do.

“Madam Margerie’s Art Gallery, how may I assist you?” A friendly voice greeted after the ringing.

“Yes, hello. I see from your ad in the paper that you will be having a surrealist art show and auction this upcoming weekend. I am a huge fan of one of the featured artists, Renaldo Chavinski. I was hoping that perhaps I could come before the grand opening, have a private tour, and make my biddings on his work before hand. Say, Thursday night?”

“My apologies, ma’am, but we can’t do that.”

“I don’t think you understand,” Tora said, resisting the urge to slap herself. “I will compensate you handsomely for your time. I will pay the overtime for all the employees that will need to stay.”

“No, ma’am, I’m sorry, I mean that we literally cannot do that. The art is being delivered Friday evening in preparation for our grand opening on Saturday. And on Friday we will be setting up the displays and are not permitted to admit guests early. But we hope you will still visit us on Saturday.”

“Ah, very well. Thank you for your time.” Tora hung up and rubbed her face. She hated using her “rich person” persona. She’d grown up surrounded by people like that. People that thought the solution to getting anything they wanted was just to throw money at it. People that thought they were owed the world. They’d always bothered her. But the unfortunate truth - and the reason Tora utilized that persona - was that it often worked.

Tora sighed and straightened up in her chair. She’d gotten what she’d wanted: information. The art was being delivered Friday evening, so the Surrealist Snatchers couldn’t steal it before then. Tora had been pretty sure they’d want to steal it on Friday when the police attention was on the Alistair Art Gala, anyways, but it was nice to have a confirmation that they couldn’t act before then. It was possible they’d try to hijack the art in-transit. That didn’t really seem like their style, but Tora decided she’d try to see if she could figure out the delivery route so she could follow along, just in case. Friday night, Madam Margerie’s Art Gala would have her full attention. And if the Surrealist Snatchers dared show up, Tora - or rather, Tigress - would be there to make them regret it.

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Tora opened her locker, replacing certain books before pulling out others. “So he winked at you?”

“Well, I mean, he winked,” Aliana answered, leaning against a neighboring locker. “I don’t know if it was at me or sorta just… A wink. Ya know?”

“No, I really don’t. You’re confusin’ me.”

Aliana sighed. “I’m confusing myself. Why can’t guys just. Be direct?”

“Isn’t flirting supposed to be kinda subtle, though? Isn’t that the point? The ‘art of flirting’ or whatever?”

“Well it’s annoying! Why can’t we all just say what we mean?”

“Well why don’t you? Why don’t you just- ‘Hey Logan, I think you’re cute. Would you like to go get lunch with me?’”

Aliana slapped her arm. “I can’t do that! I’m not that brave.”

Tora shrugged. “And that’s why nobody’s direct.”

Aliana started to protest, but was interrupted by a voice shouting “Tora! Tora!”

Tora and Aliana both turned to see a freshman running towards them. It was the kid Rick had picked on the other day. “Hey, Bryson, right?” Aliana greeted.

Bryson paused and looked at her in surprise. “I- uh- yeah. But uh. You said to come get you if Rick was ever picking on anyone again, right?”

Tora straightened, narrowing her eyes. “Where is he?”

“This way!” Bryson started frantically leading her back down the hall. Aliana trailed behind them.

Sure enough, when they got to the freshman hall, there was Rick, trying to take another kid’s lunch money. Tora resisted the growl rising in her throat. Before she could step closer, there was a shrill “Rick?!”

The running back turned to find his girlfriend standing a few short feet away. “Rick what are you doing?!”

Rick hastily released the freshman, straightening his shirt a little. “We were just, ya know- I was just-”

Crissella moved to pick up the kid’s books, turning her full attention to him. “Are you okay? Where’s your next class?”

“Criss-” Rick reached for her arm, but Crissella pulled away. She turned to glare at him, pointing a warning finger.

“No! I can’t believe you! You said you were past this! You leave this kid alone and go think about what you’ve done. I can’t even look at you right now!” She turned and guided the freshman away. Rick hurried after her, pleading.

“Well. That was even more effective than you,” Aliana commented.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Tora replied.

“I guess we didn’t need you, afterall,” Bryson said sheepishly. “Sorry I bothered you.”

“No, I’m glad you came and got me,” Tora replied. “This could get bad.”

“What do you mean?” Aliana asked.

“Well, if Crissella gives him another chance, he’ll probably stop,” Tora said. “At least, for a little while. Not sure if it’ll be enough to stop him completely. But if she breaks up with him, he could lash out even more. We’re gonna have to keep an eye on him.”

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Tora crouched atop a neighboring building, watching the lot behind Madam Margerie’s Art Gallery. She could see the ramp and rear entrance to the building, as well as different possible access points, including the dark alley directly below her. She’d followed the delivery trucks to the gallery and watched the workers unload them. That had been hours ago. She’d continued to keep watch as the sky had grown dark, the employees had left for the night, and the security guards switched out.

Tora’s eyes flicked to nearby movement. A seagull had landed near the trash cans. Tora let out a breath. Unless the Surrealist Snatchers had figured out how to use bird spies, that probably wasn’t anything to be concerned about.

Lights flashed as a van went by the nearby street and turned into the lot. Tora crouched down more as she watched it pull up next to the art gallery access ramp. The van sported the logo of a moving company. Tora narrowed her eyes and watched as five men in work coveralls got out and walked into the back door.

Gotcha.

Tora waited a few moments to watch for any other movement. Then she crept over to the fire escape ladder and made her way into the dark alley. She kept low to the ground as she approached the van from the left. She approached in such a way that she stuck to the car’s blind spot and wouldn’t be visible from the mirror. When she was close enough and definitely in the blind spot, she straightened slightly, back against the van, and looked through the mirror. Sure enough, there was someone in the driver’s seat. The getaway driver, most likely. His attention was primarily on the rear door his companions had gone through and the parking lot access point to the right. Tora grabbed the handle and threw the door open.

“What the-”

“Knock knock.” Tora swung a strong left hook at the startled driver. He slumped back against the middle consul, having turned in his seat to face the door. Leaving him there for now, Tora went around to the back of the van and threw open the doors. Like the driver’s door, they’d been left unlocked to make for a more speedy get away. Seats lined the walls but there was also a bunch of supplies for thievery. Tora went back to the front and half-dragged, half-carried the driver to the back, binding him with some rope she found. She grabbed some duct tape and used her claws to tear a piece off, covering his mouth. She kept the duct tape and grabbed some more rope before stepping out of the van, shutting the doors behind her, and heading towards the back door of the gallery.

This door had also been left unlocked. She assumed that was against security procedures, but that was probably the least of their worries right now. It opened into a narrow service hallway. Tora crept quietly forward, glancing into the first room she came to. It appeared to be the security office. There were a bunch of monitors showing various places outside and inside of the building. But there was no sign of the two guards Tora had seen go into the building hours earlier. She stepped inside and took a closer look at the camera feeds. The five men she’d seen go from the van to the building were in the main gallery space, going about taking the art pieces directly from their frames. Interesting that they hadn’t bothered trying to turn off the system. But they’d destroyed security tapes at several of their previous marks, so it stood to reason that they simply planned on doing the same here. There was no sign of the security guards in the camera views. There also wasn’t any sign of struggle in the room, no blood, so chances were good they were alive and simply stashed away in some closet somewhere. That would also be the safest place for them to be during the fight. She’d let the detectives find them later.

Tora continued down the hall until she came to the gallery space. The thieves had left the “employees only” door wide open, probably so it - once again - wouldn’t inhibit their exit. Tora counted all five thieves present. Four of them were very busily going about cutting art from frames while the fifth watched. Tora narrowed her eyes at the back of his head.

Finally. The ring leader.

“I never got surrealism.” The thieves whirled to look at Tora as she leaned casually in the doorway. “I mean, look at this. A ship with butterfly wings for sails. Who comes up with this stuff?”

“You,” the ring leader sneered.

“I definitely don’t come up with this stuff,” Tora replied, shaking her head.

“You’re the one that’s been taking out my men,” the ring leader elaborated, pointing his gun at her.

“And you must be the ever-elusive leader of this ridiculous thieving ring. Nice to finally meetcha.”

“Men, kill ‘er,” the leader spat.

All four thieves dropped what they were doing and pointed weapons at her. Tora grinned.

Tora tucked and rolled just as the first shot went off. She landed on her feet and sprung at the closest thief, tackling him to the ground. She rolled away as one of the other men ran at her. She jumped, pushed off of the wall to quickly change trajectory, and landed in a run. Bullets followed after her movements.

“Careful, boys!” Tora called as she jumped up on top of the wheeled cart they were loading the art into. “Wouldn’t want to shoot the merchandise, would we?”

The closest one ran at her, reaching. Tora put her hands on his shoulders, simultaneously slamming him face first into the top of the cart and leapfrogging over him. She flew through the air and landed a punch at the next guy. The extra momentum from her jump caught him off guard. She swung another punch across his face and then an uppercut that sent him sprawling on the ground.

A sharp pain shot up Tora’s spine. She yowled and whirled. The first guy she’d knocked over had pulled her tail. Tora growled and stepped on his arm. He cried out in pain. “You should know better than to pull a cat’s tail,” she snarled. She knocked him out with a swift kick to the head.

A shout drew Tora’s attention. The fourth guy was running at her. Tora dodged his punch while hitting him in the neck with a flat hand. He gagged. She grabbed his arm and the back of his neck and swung him around, throwing him into the guy behind her, as he’d just recovered from having his face slammed into the cart. Both men fell to the floor. She ran forward and stepped on the fourth guys’ back, weighing them both down since the other guy was still beneath him. The fourth guy cried out while the doubly pinned man groaned. She kicked them both to keep them from getting back up.

“Stay down,” Tora growled.

Her attention turned to the leader. He glowered at her.

“Looks like your guys weren’t so tough after all,” Tora mocked.

He sneered. “You want something done right, you gotta do it yourself.” He raised his gun and shot at her.

Tora leapt back behind the cart. She then shoved it in the leader’s direction. He was unable to get out of the way before it crashed into him. He sprawled back on the ground, gun clattering across the floor. Tora jumped up onto the cart and then jumped onto him. She punched him across the face a few times before he went limp.

Tora slowly rose to her feet, panting slightly as she looked around. All five men were unconscious on the ground. None of them stirred. There were a few bullet holes lodged in the walls, ceiling, or floor here and there, but the art seemed relatively unharmed.

Tora let out a slow breath as she went back to the service hallway, grabbing the rope and duct tape she’d left there. She went to each man, duct taping his hands behind his back and putting a strip of tape over his mouth. She then hauled all of the men into the center of the room, sitting them back to back so they were all leaning on each other, and tied them together with the rope. She gathered up all of the guns and emptied the chambers. She left the unspent bullets in one corner of the room and the guns themselves in a different one. Satisfied with her handiwork, she headed back to the security office.

There was no sign of activity in the cameras. No one out by the van - at least the getaway driver hadn’t moved. But there also wasn’t any sign of approaching police cars. The alarm either hadn’t gone off or hadn’t alerted authorities. At least that would make her getaway easier.

Tora picked up the phone in the security office and dialed.

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?”

“I’d like to report a crime. You’re gonna have to get a hold of Detective Grady. Those Surrealist Snatchers are at Madam Margerie’s Art Gallery in downtown Seattle.”

“We will dispatch officers to your location. What is your name?”

A grin spread across Tora’s lips.

“Tigress.”

Footnotes:

For the Surrealist Snatchers and this theft specifically, I took inspiration from the Pink Panthers and the Gardner Museum Heist. There will be more explanation of this in the next chapter.

Also when I first came up with the Surrealist Snatchers name, I felt it was pretty cheesy, but given that the Tracksuit Gang is something that actually is MCU canon now. I feel better about myself.

#Striped #chapter 2 #Striped chapter 2 #Tora/Tigress #Junior Heroes #Marvel OCs #Marvel fanfic #Marvel OC fanfic #superheroes #superhero oc #superhero story #story #writing #CassieKay #CassieKayscreams #The Writing and Art of Cassie Kay #only took me a year to finish this #I actually had most of it done #Got stuck on the fight scene...

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neteyamslovrr · 1 year

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hii babes, i wanted to participate in your 2k event because it seems so fun <3 i’m not sure if we can request two prompts so you can totally just choose one of them if want. congrats on 2k again mwahh 💋

ao’nung + fluff + 7 + 38

SHE'S SCARY

here you go cutie patootie!! it's a lil short sorry but i love our community husband ao'nung. ugh need him

Ronal was a woman you had looked up to the entirety of your life. She was truly your role-model. When you were a child you tried very persistently to spend time with her. But as you grew, you were intimidated by her power, the strength she possessed.

That didn’t help when you started dating her eldest son, Ao’nung.

He would constantly invite you over for dinner, fishing with his family, to help collect oysters with Ronal but you constantly refused. It was like meeting your superhero, except the superhero was your to be mother in law.

“Flower, I promise my mother adores you. I don’t understand why you refuse to talk with my family.” You were both laying in a hammock, swaying in the cool breeze. Facing each other his large hands were caressing the plush of your hips, as you avoided his strong gaze tracing the stripes on his chest with your fingers.

“She is just so intimidating. I want her to think well of me.” Ao’nung gave you the ‘are you kidding me’ look. You weren’t facing him, but you could tell he was doing it.

“I just said she adores you. I think you are purposefully ignoring my comments.”

“I’m sure you think she adores me. I want her to approve of me, think I am well for you, know that I will be a good Tsa’hik. I mean what if she thinks I’m not fit and breaks us up!” Your spiralling thoughts were hushed as Ao’nung pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, tilting your chin so you could look up to him.

“Oh flower, we both know you are best suited to be an amazing Tsa’hik. And she would never break us up. I love you too much to let my grumpy mother break us up.” You snorted a bit in response, still tracing patterns into his chest.

“She’s just a little scary, Ao’nung.” He nodded giving you a loving tap on your thigh, sending shivers up your spine.

“Well, I’m not scared but if you are, you can hold my hand.” Smiling up at him, eyes glimmering as your expression radiated joy, he pulled you closer, so your chests were pushed together.

“You’re so annoying.” Leaning your face towards him your lips met, giving him a soft kiss, hands wrapped around his neck.

“You love it.” He mumbled into a kiss, smiling smugly as he let his hands rest around your waist. Meeting his mother could wait just for the moment.

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#ao'nung oneshot #ao'nung x reader #aonung #aonung xreader #aonung x you #avatar the way of water #avatar oneshot #ao'nung fic #ao'nung fluff #avatar #ao'nung #avatar x reader #atwow #ao'nungfluff

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superherobriefings · 8 months

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The Wing

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Creator(s): Jerry Lazare, John G. HilKert

Alias(es): Trixie Rogers

1st Issue w/Uniform: Joke Comics #4

Year/Month of Publication: 1942/06

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 5 months

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Harry Potter » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

December 11th

Pairings: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Y/N knows exactly what she’s getting Bucky for Christmas after overhearing his conversation with Steve and Sam.

Warnings: Fluff, language, kissing, pet names (doll)

A/N: I don’t know much about Harry Potter. This is based off of what I heard on The Falcon and the Winter Soldier.

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found this one on Google.

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You were walking through the Avengers Compound, looking for Bucky to visit him at work. You frowned when you couldn’t find him. You heard voices when you got closer to the lounge room. You stopped before you got to the door and listened for a moment.

“Theres no such thing as witches.” Bucky says.

“I have to agree with Bucky.” Steve says.

“What about Doctor Strange?” Sam says.

“He’s a sorcerer.” Bucky says, squinting his eyes at him.

“A sorcerer without a hat!” Sam argues.

“Oh my god.” Bucky sighs. “Who are you gonna fight now? Gandolf?” He says.

“Wait, how do you know about Gandolf?” Sam asks.

“I read the Hobbit in 1937 when it first came out.” Bucky says.

“So you guys see my point?” Sam says.

“No we don’t.” Bucky says.

That’s when you walked in the room and their attention was on you. Bucky smiles and approaches you.

“Hey, doll.” Bucky kisses your lips. “What are you doing here?” He asks.

“I wanted to visit my handsome superhero boyfriend at work.” You smiled up at him. “By the way, is all you three talk about is Harry Potter when I’m not around?” You asked.

“How much did you hear?” He asks.

“Just enough to know that my 106 year old boyfriend is a nerd.” You giggled.

Sam bursted out laughing and Steve bit his bottom lip to keep himself from laughing.

“I don’t know why you two are laughing. You guys are nerds too.” You say making Bucky laugh.

You knew exactly what you’re going to get Bucky for Christmas now. The next day, you went to the nearest bookstore after Bucky left for work. You looked around the bookstore, looking for the books you’re getting Bucky.

“Is there something I can help you find?” An employee asks.

“Actually yes. I’m trying to find the Harry Potter books for my boyfriend. You say.

“They’re in the corner to the right. They’ll be on one of the middle shelves.” She smiles, pointing you in the right direction.

“Thank you.” You smiled.

“You’re welcome. Let me know if you need anything else.” She says before walking away.

You walked in the direction she pointed you in and looked through the middle shelves. You smiled when you finally found what you were looking for. You picked up the set of books from the shelf and went to checkout.

“Did you find everything you were looking for?” The cashier asks.

“Yes I did.” You say with a smile.

She scans the books and tells you the total. You paid and made your way to your favorite coffee shop to get something to drink before going home. When you got home, you were walking to yours and Bucky’s bedroom to wrap his Christmas present without noticing that Bucky was home.

“You’re not going to give me a hug and a kiss, doll?” Bucky says.

You yelped and quickly turned around, holding your hand over your chest.

“Bucky! When did you get home?” You asked.

“Like 15 minutes ago. I texted you saying that I was able to get off of work early so we can spend some time together.” He explains. “What’s in the bag?” He asks, reaching for it.

“That’s a surprise!” You move your hand further away. “You have to wait until Christmas.” You say, walking away.

Bucky tilted his head back and playfully groaned making you giggle. You went to the bedroom and locked the door behind you so Bucky didn’t try to come in and see you wrapping his present. You found some red and white striped wrapping paper and wrapped it with ease, topping it off with a silver bow. You put a tag on it saying “To Bucky my love, love your doll”. You sat there for a moment, debating on whether or not to give it to Bucky or wait until Christmas. “It wouldn’t hurt to give him an early Christmas present, right? Screw it.” You thought to yourself. You quickly cleaned up the little mess you made and grabbed the present, walking to the living room with it behind your back and sat down on the couch next to Bucky.

“I have something for you.” You say, handing him his present.

“What is it?” Bucky asks.

“Just open it and you’ll find out.” You say.

Bucky tore the wrapping paper off and a smile grew on his face.

“Do you like it?” You asked nervously.

“Like it? Doll, I love it!” He says, kissing your cheek.

“I’m happy that you love it.” You say with a smile.

“I haven’t read these since 1937.” He says, looking at the books.

“Maybe you can read one of them to me if you want.” You suggested.

“I’d like that.” Bucky says softly.

You cuddled yourself into Bucky’s side as he opened the book. About halfway through the book, Bucky noticed that you had fallen asleep. He bookmarked the page by folding the top corner. He picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bedroom, gently laying you on the bed and covered you up. Bucky got in bed next to you, pulling you to his side and wrapped his arms around you.

“Goodnight, doll. I love you.” Bucky says softly and kissed the top of your head.

“Goodnight, Bucky. I love you too.” You say sleepily.

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-Bucky’s Doll

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