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have we really never talked about a pacific rim au?.. ok here's a cool question: who is drift compatible with whom and what are their jagers called???

FULL DISCLOSURE: I finally sat down to watch Pacific Rim because it eluded me until now and I wanted to do this request proper justice, but the DVD I borrowed from the library has problems playing on my computer, so I am only halfway through the film. However, I absolutely loved and became very emotionally invested in what I have seen so far, and by now I do understand the concepts involved here, so I'm going to give this a self-indulgent multiple crossover shot!

Multiple as in I am fondly reminiscing of One Must Fall 2097, which also had giant robots fighting. In the game, they were developed for space travel if I remember correctly, but fighting with them became a fad, so that is what the video game is about.

The ten (plus one) robots available in it are: Jaguar, Shadow, Thorn, Pyros, Electra, Katana, Shredder, Flail, Gargoyle, Chronos... and Nova. (The cover art above features a Nova in red and a Shredder in yellow.) As you can tell, these are prime Jaeger name material, as are Stand names in general, so I will try and make combinations of these with the addition of the Navy Alphabet because that seems to be a pattern in canon and I am committed to patterns.

Now, we have nine characters here, and I feel like we could slice this many ways, so I want to first give my main picks, and then invent some more combinations because I love to play around in these type of sandboxes, ehehe.

HERE WE GO, this is our First Round!

The absolute given here is Sorbet and Gelato; no question about it, they are drift compatible. Heck, they might have been pioneers in this regard and are now hailed as veterans who nonetheless have set a precedent for not playing by the book and pulling really wild stunts that Gelato always refers to with very colorful names out loud. I propose the Jaeger name Blazing Tango.

I also want to mention Prosciutto and Pesci as an option, even if my heart inclines me elsewhere, as a tribute to canon. This would be a case of matching a seasoned pilot with a rookie, and the former bringing out the best in the latter. Prosciutto yells the orders and Pesci has never looked more macho than when he's flexing in his suit next to his idol. I christen their Jaeger Delta Wave.

I feel like Risotto has little drift potential because of how distant he is on the regular, but I really want him to be in this first round, and I am torn between giving him either Formaggio or Ghiaccio as a partner. Formaggio has that childhood friend vibe that suggests a deep emotional connection and would translate into a more flexible and less predictable fighting style, so let's call that Jaeger Alfa Slash; meanwhile with Ghiaccio, things become more streamlined and fast-paced, a heavy mass on a deadly collision course, so that Jaeger shall be White Sierra.

Which leaves us Illuso and Melone as a final matchup for this round! They feel like the light or lightest infantry compared to the others, as in they might be employed more as a means of corralling the kaiju towards the more deadly jaegers, or hell, they could have been entertainment material back in the simpler times. Also, I would suggest that if they are fighting, the technology they use is highly experimental. I think I shall name their Jaeger Chrono Mirror.

BONUS ROUND:

I want Formaggio and Ghiaccio to have drift compatibility because it would be hilarious (they would bicker so much) and very based (they are both cat-adjacent). Why not let a catman and a catboy fuck shit up primal style, right? The Jaeger of course has to reflect this and be called Bravo Jaguar.

Another combination I personally like is Prosciutto and Ghiaccio, because their combined deadliness is absolutely ridiculous: they would basically break each other's limiters off and the rest would be history. Whatever their weapon is, and I am inclined towards something really potent (nuclear levels of potent), their Jaeger would have to be called Grateful Death.

I feel like Ghiaccio and Melone would yield a Jaeger that is closest to that classic White Album aesthetic, complete with the skate blades even for gliding and slicing. Probably the lightest and fastest build available among these nine characters, and I don't know why I want to name this Jaeger Golf Electra but there you go, there it is.

FINAL NOTE:

Due to Prosciutto's eldritch potential, of everyone here, I could see him successfully drift with a Kaiju and survive it without lasting injury or influence.

#jjba #la squadra #risotto nero #formaggio #prosciutto #pesci #ghiaccio #melone #illuso #sorbet #gelato #squadrah crossovers #squadrah original #mannnnnnn i want fanart of them and their jaegers...

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xwaywardhuntress · 5 years

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Rock & Roll Mystery (Part Two)

Summary: Round 2 of Scooby-doo featuring Y/N.

Pairings: Dean x reader, Fred x reader

Warnings: Based on the Scooby-Doo & KISS movie.

Word Count: 1900+

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Scooby-Doo. This is fanfiction only. Please do not redistribute my writings on other sites, horrible or not. Thanks!

Part One

You took the lead as suggested by Fred, leading the group around the corner of the entrance gates. You magically took out a bolt cutter to use on the fence, cutting enough to make a new entrance. Once everyone was in, the group found themselves sneaking behind small tents that were used as food stands, games, and prizes.

Fred had kept close behind you which seemed to irritate a couple of others in the party. When Dean couldn’t take it anymore, he picked up his pace to reach both you and Fred. “Hey man, I need to talk to Y/N about something. “ He whispered as he passed by Fred, who thought nothing of it as he let the older Winchester pass.

Dean smiled forcibly, nodding his head as thanks. The older hunter honestly didn’t have anything specific to talk about with Y/N. He just wanted to be in between you and Fred.

Hearing voices nearby, you came to a stop holding out your right arm to signal for the rest to stop for a moment as well.

The voices grew louder as they drew more near. One of the voices caught Daphne’s attention as she whispered to the group, “Hey, I think one of them is the guard that wouldn’t let us through earlier.”

You signaled for everyone to hush up as you all listened in on the conversation taking place between the guard and a stranger. They were discussing the temporary closure of the park due to a witch terrorizing the park guests and park operators. The stranger is identified as the park supervisor as he expresses his desire for someone who can help them with the witch issue, but the guard is too confident that she can handle the situation by herself due to being a former government defense employee. The park supervisor disagrees as he requests for mystery solvers immediately and stomps away with the guard behind him.

As the voices leave out of hearing range, the gang walks out from behind the tents as the coast is clear.

“Sounds like we have a mystery on our hands, gang.” Fred announced.

“Great witches. I hate damn witches.” Dean muttered.

You chuckled at Dean’s comment. As much as you agreed with him, the fact that you were solving this case with Scooby Doo and the gang made it 10X better than a regular witch hunt.

While Scooby’s gang discussed the witch and her intentions, Sam pulled his brother and Y/N to the side. “Have either of you watched this episode? Nothing is ringing a bell.”

The older Winchester shook his head. “I’d remember if there was an episode with KISS and the only one I recall is where Daphne’s hot cousin was present.”

You narrowed your eyes at Dean’s description of Daphne’s relative.

Dean felt your eyes on him as he shrugged with a goofy smile.

“It’s not an episode. We’re in a movie.” You answered.

“So you’ve watched this mystery and know how it ends?” Sam asked, a bit hopeful.

You bit your bottom lip. “Not exactly. I just remember seeing it online and it was on my To-watch-list.”

“Wait a second? You weren’t going to tell me that Scooby Doo was going to have a movie with KISS?!” Dean gasped, staring at you.

You rolled your eyes. It wasn’t that you planned on not telling him, but every time you thought about it, he would bring up his last lay or be eyeing a potential future lay. At some point, you just didn’t want to bother anymore.

Before you could answer with a smart remark, Fred popped up beside you. “Hey guys, we’re going to search for clues in there. See what we can find about out about this witch.” The blonde pointed to a nearby building that looked like some kind of walkthrough.

Annoyed by the thought of Dean’s inability to not hit on any woman he sees, you hooked your arm with Fred’s arm. “Let’s go search for clues then!” You agreed as you turned him around to head towards the walkthrough, a big grin visibly on Fred’s face.

Dean’s mouth dropped at your action.

Sam snickered, using one of his hands to close his brother’s mouth. “How does it feel to be on the other side?” Sam asked as he quickly picked up his steps to follow behind you and Fred.

Dean grumbled to himself as he followed too.

When everyone reached the entrance of the walkthrough, it was obvious that Scooby and Shaggy were refusing to go in. You unhooked your arm with Fred’s, which Dean and Daphne both seemed relieved about, and headed over to the scaredy cats. “I can stay with them and make sure they don’t get into any trouble. You five go on ahead.”

Everyone but Dean nodded their head in agreement as he made his way over to you. “You call out if anything, I mean anything happens, understand?”

His attitude surprised you a bit but you nodded your head. “Roger that.” You smiled softly.

Dean nodded and then entered the walkthrough to join the others.

Shaggy and Scooby came up beside you, “Oh man, thanks for that.”

“Ra Ra” Scooby agreed.

You smiled at both of them, “No problem! Now, how about we play some of that?” Across from the walkthrough, there was a tent sent up with water guns and the faces of the KISS members. It was one of those carnival games where you shoot the water gun in the mouth of a face and compete to see who can fill up the thermometer looking container behind the face first.

“RAS!” “YES!” Scooby and Shaggy both yelled in excitement as they scurried over.

You followed after them as the three of you lined up next to each other, a water gun per person.

“Prepare to lose Scoobs!” Shaggy preached.

“Ro! You rerare to roose Rhaggy!” Scooby barked.

You shook your head chuckling, “Alright, on the count of 3…”

“1…”

Scooby and Shaggy put on serious faces as they looked to their sides.

“2…”

Scooby began laughing almost maniacal as everyone aimed their water gun at the open mouth.

“3!”

The water blasted out of the water guns at the same time. At first, Shaggy was winning, then his arm got tired for a moment from holding the gun and the water hit the edge of the mouth slowing his pace. You took the lead with a grin. You were almost at the finish line when Scooby came out of nowhere and immediately filled the container first.

“Aw man.” Shaggy complained.

Scooby began posing with the water gun in his hand.

You just laughed, not at all disappointed in the results. Too busy laughing, you didn’t notice that someone else appeared till you heard Scooby scream, followed by Shaggy.

When you faced the direction they were facing, you saw someone on the ground with a wet red sheet over themselves. The wet part obviously from Scooby’s actions, it looked like.

The Winchesters and the rest of the Scooby gang came running out as they all had heard the screams.

“What happened?” All the men asked.

Scooby and Shaggy had found their way behind you, shaking as they pointed to the covered figure. “W-W-WITCHHH!” The two scaredy cats yelled.

The frame outlined by the red sheet was bulkier than a regular person, even a witch. At least the witches you encountered had the more normal human frame.

Dean and Fred rushed in front of you while Sam made his way to the figure sitting on the ground. The figure moaned. It sounded manly too. Sam looked at Dean and Fred signaling to be prepared to pounce on the stranger once he pulled the red cover off. Daphne and Velma had made their way beside you to witness the uncovering.

“HEY YOU KIDS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?! THE PARK IS CLOSED!” the guard came out of nowhere behind the gang yelling from afar.

Scooby and Shaggy moved in front of you, trying to hide from the guard now, as they yelled, “It’s the mean-ol’ guard lady!”

“I recognize some of you…” The guard shared as she reached close enough to the group. “You were the kids with the dog that I wouldn’t let in earlier.” Her eyes landing on Scooby. “I told you, we’re closed. You need to leave.”

“But, we may have just caught the witch.” Daphne explained as she pointed to the covered stranger on the ground.

“Actually, that is not the witch.” Velma interrupted. She pressed her glasses as she walked over to Sam and the person in question. “By the shape of the upper body visible through this red sheet…” She tugged on the wet sheet. “…I mean this wet red sheet, there is a male under this, who is none other than….” She pulled off the wet red sheet.

“The Demon?!” Y/N, Dean, Daphne, Shaggy, and Scooby all gasped.

“Oh, heck yes!” Dean exclaimed.

“Guess the jig is up.” Spoke another voice from the shadow.

Like a ninja, the Demon flipped backward, joining three others as they all posed to introduce themselves. “On the drums, the Catman. On bass, you’ve met him and you’ve wet him, the Demon. Then our lead guitarists, the Spaceman and Starchild!”

Daphne grew heart eyes as Starchild was introduced. Dean grew star eyes. Everyone else but Fred, Sam, and the guard were in awe.

The guard, possibly not a KISS fan, walked over to Scooby and Shaggy. “You kids will still need to leave. Again, the park is closed.”

“Hold on there, mate. These guys are good guys.” Starchild spoke up for the gang.

“Yeah, they helped us at the Banning Junction, am I right?” Spaceman asked rhetorically.

“That’s right. And now we’re here to help solve the mystery of the witch.” Fred stood proudly as he glanced over at you.

“They’re what we need, so they’re cool to stay.” Starchild insisted.

“Ah! Perfect! Just what I wanted!” The voice from earlier was heard as a bearded man with grey hair appeared.

“And you are?” Dean asked, not in his star-struck phase anymore.

“I’m the park supervisor, Manny Goldman.” Manny walked over to KISS. “You all are here already?”

“We heard what was happening and thought we could help.” Starchild answered.

“And you’ve brought mystery solvers too!” Manny exclaimed as he went to hug Scooby Doo.

Scooby pulled away from Manny, taking his hand in his paw. “Rice to Reet you too.”

Manny smiled, shaking Scooby’s paw and then turned to his park guard, “Delilah, these people will not be leaving. With this much help, we’ll have the park up and running again in no time! Just in time for the main attraction, the KISS concert! So for now, go patrol somewhere else and stay out of their way.”

The guard didn’t seem to like what was going on and how quickly she became not the higher authority. She gritted her teeth in frustration and then turned to leave to patrol elsewhere.

Y/N, Dean, and Sam noticed her frustration and all looked at each other. They had all been thinking the same thing, that the witch could possibly be her.

“Now then, the park is open to you all to solve this witch mystery ASAP. If there is anything I can do, just let me know. KISS, if you don’t mind coming with me, Chip is back at my office and we need to talk to you four.” Manny requested.

KISS agreed and followed Manny back to his office.

“Alright gang, let’s look for clues again and split up.” Fred suggested.

Next: Part Three

R&RM Tag:

@22sarah08 @monkeymcpoopoo @shameless-danni @blackmissfrizzle @happylittlesuns @cheritzie @leahslovelylibrary @walkerchick007

#dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #dean winchester #Rock & Roll Mystery #spn fanfic #supernatural

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ty-talks-comics · 5 years

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Best of DC: Week of November 6th, 2019

Best of this Week: Legion of Doom #35 (Justice League #35) - Scott Snyder, James Tynion IV, Francis Manapul, HI-FI and Tom Napolitano

Doom is Here.

The Justice League is in shambles after the explosive events of the last issue which saw Starman’s death, The Anti-Monitor being coaxed back to his mother’s side and Hawgirl’s hubris leading to Perpetua regaining her lost power. Just when victory seemed at hand, it was ripped away in an instance and everything that Lex Luthor had planned and fought for was finally coming to fruition. We’ve all been wondering why the Symbol of Doom had been appearing above the skies of the DC Universe and now we know. Doom is winning.

This issue picks back up with the League still reeling from what just happened. Superman is defiant in the face of defeat, but the Starman of the Justice Society tells him that since the connection between him and the other Starmen is gone, then Will Payton the Starman of Earth-0, must have been killed in the battle. This leads Jarro to surmise that everything in Starman’s vision is coming true, that The Last Great Disaster was still coming. Kamandi sits in utter defeat, thinking of his world, the likely result of that disaster.

This is especially distressing for him because he had so much hope going into the time travel fight. He comes from such a horrible world where anthropomorphic animals are in a constant war with each other. He thought that everything was hopeless until Wonder Woman convinced him that e timeline was worth fighting for. It’s almost because of him that all of the other Leagues were brought together and given hope, so knowing that things didn’t go exactly according to plan is probably crushing him.

The Leagues that managed to get back to Earth-0 are unaware of what happened out in Space and don’t know that the Anti-Monitor took over the body that he had begun to share with his brothers, the Monitor and the World Forger. Superman thinks that they’ll still be able to get their help as they still have the pieces of The Totality (The macguffin that would have saved the universe), but Batman rationalizes that whatever happened out there must have been absolutely dire. As they go to check on Miss Martian and the other Titans, they find that she’s had a massive psychic wave wash over her because of the Symbol of Doom. Raven feels it too as all of the universes negative emotions are dragged to the surface and amplified. It’s not only this Earth and this universe that can see it.

It’s all of them.

Francis Manapul does an amazing job of capturing the scale and danger of Perpetua’s victory by stretching the Symbol of Doom across six vertical panels showing the other heroes of the world looking up at the sky. Batwoman in Gotham, Black Canary and Green Arrow in Seattle, The Marvels in Philadelphia, Swamp Thing and Detective Chimp in Louisiana, CATMAN IN TANZANIA and the Rocket Red Brigade in St. Petersburg all look toward the sky and see that Doom is coming for them all. Each of these panels are colored in Manapul’s almost airbrush-y style. They’re vibrant, but still give off that feeling of bad tidings.

All of this is absolutely terrifying because there are so many villains and criminals active in the DC Universe. We’ve been seeing the result of Lex’s different offerings over the course of the various stories and while some like Jason Todd’s supervillain team are innocuous, others like Mr. Freeze have been committing absolute terrors in Gotham. Doom is seeping its way into the hearts of the people and they absolutely love it. Heck, this book even starts with a guy holding a sign in front of the Hall of Justice saying “Luthor was Right.”

It doesn’t stop there as it can be seen from Darkseid’s Ghost Sector, Oa, Barbatos’ prison in the Dark Multiverse, the Crime Syndicate’s Earth-3 (even though all of them are supposed to be dead) and even the World Orrery in the center of the Multiverse. The power of Doom itself stretches far and wide and one world gets an unfortunate taste of it. We are then transported to Earth-19, the Gotham by Gaslight Universe, as Bruce Wayne and Inspector Gordon look up to the sky, seeing the Symbol of Doom and Perpetua herself.

The scene is painted in a beautiful purple hue and heavy inks. Everything feels utterly dark, not only because of the setting, but also because of the panic on the people's faces. They scream that they’ve gone man, that the world is ending. Perpetua condemns the world for being so primitive because of the heavy fog of industry and their lean towards Justice. Batman himself tries to call for help, but the signal is blocked. Perpetua takes notice of him and chastises him for his choices, and uses her power to begin the destruction of the world. Batman realizes the end is near and reveals the knowledge of the Multiverse to Gordon, who responds by asking what the hell can they do against her and Batman replies they’ll do what they can, a hero to the end.

Perpetua crashes her staff into Earth-19, sending a shockwave through the planet that cracks it apart with fire and thunder. Starting out with one wide shot panel of Perpetua towering over the city and slowly pulling in to the terror of the citizens running away, we can feel the fear and terror on the people’s faces. Even as Batman tries to save a frantic child amidst the utter destruction, we know that there is truly nothing he can do as Perpetua announces that there are now only Fifty-One Earths. It’s heartbreaking as it all ends with a distorted, yellow panel of Perpetua’s evil eyes.

Meanwhile, Hawkgirl and Shayne (the child of Hawkgirl and Martian Manhunter) drift in the emptiness of space. Hawkgirl’s still suffering from her injuries at the hands of Lex Luthor, a result of her thinking that she would be able to get revenge for the death of J’onn J’onzz, but unfortunately allowing him to get the drop on her, causing the entire plan to go awry. There’s still a small bit of hope as Hawkgirl and Shayne manage to reach Batman on the Javelin’s comms. Batman warns them that they need to escape as quickly as they can as they won’t stay hidden for long. The warning rings true as Perpetua allows Luthor to hit the Javelin, stranding them in space and finally giving Luthor the reigns to attack the League head on.

This issue was absolutely fantastic from start to finish. While I have criticized The Batman Who Laughs for being an OP character that always wins, that has always come with the caveat that he’s just another Batman and has plans on top of plans. Perpetua and Luthor are different because it is shown that there is a small chance that they can fail. The last issue planted that idea in our minds with Hawkgirl being the linchpin to their defeat, but her hubris allowed Doom to win. Perpetua took advantage and is now showing what happens to those that aren’t on her side.

I love tales on a cosmic scale and this book is building to bigger and better things, not only in one universe, but all of them. Perpetua is doing something similar to what Crisis on Infinite Earths did back in the 80s and is bringing together all of the different universes and systematically destroying them to make way for something better in her image. It’s not just the normal universes that are affected either, it’s the Dark Multiverse as well and if things are to be believed, the Tales from the Dark Multiverse books could be what makes Scott Snyder’s Justice League the center point for the next big Crisis.

Francis Manapul is pulling heavy duty with his work in this issue as everything looked amazing. The heroes looked like they were in utter defeat, designs were amazing as always and Perpetua looked absolutely threatening. She’s such an ethereal being with dark, dark shadows that have just a small splash of color in them. Her eyes are piercing and you can almost get the feeling that she can snap you out of existence at any moment. She’s a wonderful new addition to DCs cast of Cosmic characters and Manapul does an excellent job of portraying as a grand threat.

This run of Justice League and the stories that surround it, much like Dark Knights: Metal, are exactly what I’ve been looking for in comics. I love it when villains have their way and get their wins in. What makes this even better is that Perpetua and Apex Lex are absolutely compelling villains that make good, smart use of the situations that they find themselves in. Lex Luthor is finally achieving things that he tried back in the Villains United days, the Injustice Gang days and every other time he tried to achieve global domination, but failed. With the help of his new evil Cosmic mother, short of an evil alternate universe Batman, there is nothing that can stop them.

Doom is Here. Doom is Winning.

#dc comics #comics #justice league #legion of doom #perpetua #lex luthor #scott snyder #james tynion iv #francis manapul #hi-fi #year of the villain #doom

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mayhemleader · 7 years

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Andouille, Part 2

Cat Noir mentally cursed, his call going to voice mail once again. He had dialed his lady again and again, but no answer. The sudden appearance of this kid hadn’t boded well for him, something seemed... off.

A flash of red was swinging towards the Eiffel Tower, and the feline hero couldn’t wait anymore, “Let’s give this guy a big welcome to town... please hurry, m’lady.”

Cat pole-vaulted off the building he was on, giving chase and catching up to the one in question. With a long leap and a backflip, he landed perfectly behind this new wonder, “And a good morning to you too!”

“Gah!” A high-pitched cry escaped the other’s mouth, turning and scanning Cat Noir over, “What the heck...? Catman?”

“Cat Noir, actually. One of the city’s two purrfect heroes~”

“Yeah? Well I’m Cleft, the Boy-Chin Wonder! And I’m the new hero in town!” Cleft pointed to himself and stuck out his chest. Cat felt more like he was playing pretend than taking it seriously...

“Oh really? That’s cool of you sticking your chin out for us... but you do have a Miraculous right?”

Cleft blinked, “A what now?”

“You know, a Miraculous. It’s what we use to give us our powers, cool outfits... you do have one, right...?” Cat looked over Cleft again. Unless that chin of his was one, he didn’t see anything of the sort. No Miraculous meant he wasn’t a hero...

He was another victim of Hawkmoth.

“Oh, that! Yeah, yeah, of course I do... it’s just in my other suit,” Cleft padded his pockets, and that’s when Cat Noir noticed the butterflies fluttering around his head.

“Cat Noir! Look out!”

Feeling his heart do some fluttering of its own, Cat smiled when he saw that familiar yo-yo lash out and swipe above Cleft’s head, causing both him and the butterflies to become startled.

“Fashionably late, M’lady?” Cat Noir gave a bow to Ladybug, who held her yo-yo tight.

“We need to discuss a messaging limit... but for now, Cleft! We’ll be taking those butterflies off your hands,” Oh, how he loved it when his lady when right to business.

The butterflies fluttered by Cleft’s ear, as if talking to him before a poof of smoke suddenly surrounded him...

#Mayhem's Drabbles #Miraculous Ladybug #Nicktoons Unite!#Cat Noir #Ladybug #Timmy #Andouille

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lightshadowverisimilitude · 7 years

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Purple Fog 2/?

Part two of my MCU/AVAC crossover - you can find part one here.

Mind the cut!

It was like moving through marshmallows on a glass floor. Tony kept a monitor on the air quality as he pushed through the center of the channel where the fog was the thinnest, and regretted not insisting that everyone wore oxygen masks. The air was thick with water and light on oxygen, but Tony had picked the shortest path based on all the drones that had gone through. He could hear Peter’s heavy breathing close to his helmet – struggling, but not panicked. It was difficult to maintain a steady pace when he wanted to rush them through the fog as quickly as he could run, but it would be more dangerous to move too quickly to adjust for the slight movements of the tunnel.

Tony broke through the fog so abruptly that he stumbled. The ground under his feet turned from smooth as glass to the dirt floor of the strange forest they’d seen through the drone transmissions. Natasha bumped into his side with a soft oath and immediately doubled over coughing. Without being told, Peter sprang off Tony’s back and tugged on the webbing between Natasha and Hope, pulling her through the last few feet. With a twist of his fingers, Peter started snapping webbing.

Grabbing Natasha under her arms, Tony pulled her away from the fog and leaned her against a tree trunk. As soon as he was sure she would stay upright, he helped Hope over to the same place, and then hurried over to help Peter pull the rest of their people through the fog. Scott came through with Sam half leaning over his shoulders, and Steve stumbling blindly afterward. All three of them went down when Scott stumbled, landing in a pile of flailing limbs and coughs. Steve landed half in the fog and rolled away from the portal. Tony got his hands around Steve’s knees and twisted him out of the fog before they got a chance to figure out where matter went once it passed into the bank.

Tony flipped up his faceplate. “Everyone alright?”

The coughing had mostly subsided, and they were already starting to get back to their feet. Tony got a shoulder under Sam’s arm to help get upright, and tapped him on chest once he was sure Sam was steady on his feet.

“Man, I’d love to not have to do that again,” Sam said, bumping a fist on his chest. He pulled his goggles off so he could rub at his eyes.

Next to him, Scott opened his helmet and looked around at the others. “Well, that was fun,” he said with a broad smile. Hope threw a rock that hit him between the shoulder blades. He ducked too late, covering the back of his head and looking at her under his arm. “What was that for?”

Climbing back to her feet, Hope tossed another piece of gravel at him and stretched backwards with one hand pressed to her stomach. She turned a slow circle, and said, “Freaky.”

Assured that everyone was going to survive the trek through the fog, Tony followed her gaze to the trees around them. They were spindly things with smooth dark bark, and bright puffs of yellow foliage on the end of the branches. Tony snapped the faceplate closed and examined them again. He didn’t have a connection to Friday anymore, but he’d loaded Tadashi into the suit before leaving.

“Heya, Tony,” Tadashi greeted, coming online. “Where the heck are we?”

“No idea, buddy. You tell me.”

There was a moment of silence and then Tadashi said, “GPS is nonfunctional. I think you made a mistake installing me, big guy. These trees are weirdly similar.” Several of the nearby trees were outlined in blue, and then rotated and stacked on top of each other. They matched almost branch-for-branch. “Strange pruning. Are we sure these are real trees and not just set pieces?”

Tony stepped up to one of the alien things and flicked his wrist to peel the gauntlet back. He put his bare hand on the trunk. It felt real, solid and slightly cool to the touch. He used one repulsor to gently slough away the bark and drill into the body of the tree. Nearly opaque greenish-yellow sap leaked out.

“Looks real,” he decided, and brushed his fingers over the tree in a silent apology. The wind rattled through the branches as though it were protesting the damage. Tony stepped away quickly just in case it actually was trying to decide on whether or not to go Whomping Willow on him. “Everyone keep an eye out for local wildlife,” he said, scanning through the trees himself.

CUT

Natasha, Sam, Rhodey, and Steve had already spread out to form a perimeter. True to his word, Peter crouch less than a foot from Steve’s side, looking curiously up at the trees. Tony made a private bet with himself that Peter’s promise to stick to Steve’s side like glue would be forgotten as soon as he found something interesting in the trees to chase after. He should have been call Catman with how attracted he was to moving objects.

Steve cast a glance at the sky. “It’s still daylight,” he said quietly. He turned his wrist to check his watch and asked, “Has it ever been dark when the probe came through?”

“No,” Tony answered after a moment’s thought. “Some kind of universe of perpetual daylight?” he wondered aloud. In the shade cast by the trees, it was mix of twilight on the ground with bolts of clear sunlight spearing through the leaves and lighting on the equally strange undergrowth. Tony popped the faceplate open one more and shaded his eyes with his bare hand. He flicked the gauntlet closed once more. “That’s going to get old in a hurry.”

“We can’t just stay here and sunbathe,” Rhodey pointed out. He gestured through the trees. “Split into twos to scout?”

Before anyone could respond, there was a flash of red, and Peter was up in the trees. Tony snorted and checked the clock in the bottom corner of his HUD. Less than five minutes – he’d overestimated Peter’s attention span.

Steve looked up into the tree and pointed sharply at the ground. “Get down here!” he hissed.

“I’m just looking,” Peter called back down. He scrambled up among the branches and disappeared between the leaves. Yellow dust rained down after him, forcing Steve to cover his eyes with a forearm and step back.

Tony stepped up to Steve’s side. “Let him look. Better him fighting with the alien tree than one of us old geezers.”

Steve’s lips twitched upwards. “Speak for yourself, old man.”

“Do you need me to say it a little louder, gramps?”

Steve laughed faintly. His hand dropped to his hip and he shook his head faintly, but he didn’t say anything else as they waited for Peter to climb back down. After a minute, Peter dropped upside-down, clinging to his web with his knees tucked up nearly to his shoulders and his wrists below the line of his ankles.

Concealed behind his faceplate, Tony’s right eye twitched in mild jealousy over Peter’s ludicrous flexibility. He didn’t think he’d been that flexible even at sixteen. He laughed quietly to himself, a twitch of his fingers keeping the external speakers off. He’d finally arrived at the day of openly envying the young, though hopefully he could keep himself from becoming the old man that hated them for it.

“There’s buildings over that way,” Peter said, twisting around like a worm on a hook to get his bearings and flinging an arm out behind him.

“Get down from there,” Steve said, flicking his fingers toward the soil again.

Peter obligingly let go of the web and flipped nimbly back to his feet, scattering yellow dust and crunching into the carpet of dead leaves on the ground. He stayed there, crouched with his heels together and his fingertips resting lightly between his toes. Rhodey joined them, pushing the faceplate up so his helmet retracted. He was in the heaviest of the War Machine armors, and had a good five inches on Tony, even in the Iron Man armor. He was a walking tank with enough of an arsenal to lay siege to a small nation. Tony had made it more streamlined, more maneuverable, and painted the armor bright silver with black embellishments and the tiniest hits of blue to distance it from the War Monger armor, but there were still moments when Tony caught it out of the corner of his eye and felt a tingle of fear flash through him before he saw Rhodey’s face and it was all made better.

“What’s the plan?” Rhodey asked. His arms hung down at his sides, and Tony started running scans on the armor, wondering if Rhodey would tell him if it were too heavy for comfort. He’d tested it himself, tuned the servos so the suit supported itself and responded to every twitch of muscle like an extension of the body. Tony knew from experience that even the small muscle twitches added up, especially in the shoulders and chest – there was only so much even Tony could do to combat gravity.

“I think you had it right,” Steve answered after a brief pause of staring off in the direction Peter had indicated. “Split into groups, stay on comms, and approach from different sides, see what we can see. Take Natasha and circle around east…” he looked down at his compass, and huffed out an annoyed voice when he realized it was spinning uselessly. “Go left anyway, five hundred yards. You’re not exactly quiet in the suit, so mind your steps. I’ll take Spiderman and Sam to the right. Iron Man, go straight through with Scott and Hope. I’m sure I don’t have to tell anyone to stay away from the fog, but stay away from the fog. If your path is blocked or the ground starts looking even a little bit misty, turn around and come back. We’ll set this as rendezvous if anyone gets in trouble, we’ll meet back here. Sound good?”

He looked at Rhodey first, waited for a nod, and then turned his attention to Tony. His forehead was concealed under his cowl, but Tony could tell by the pull on his cheekbone that Steve had an eyebrow hiked up.

Tony nodded as well, but gestured at Peter. “Might want to keep Wonder-Under here in the trees.”

Steve nodded after a brief hesitation where Tony thought he was hearing the message, ‘it’s probably safer up there,’ and then looked down at Peter and warned, “Stay out of sight.”

Peter tossed him a jaunty salute, and was gone in an instant, vanishing back into the foliage in a cloud of yellow dust.

~*~

Part way through the forest, it transitioned from repeating alien trees into leafy deciduous trees that wouldn’t have looked out of place in Central Park, but they were just as alien, just as unsettling because they were all identical. Tadashi alerted him to a flash of movement in the underbrush, and Tony immediately dropped to one knee and held out a repulsor. Hope and Scott were mounted on their flying ants and clinging to his armor. Even Tony’s sensors were not sensitive enough to pick them out where they sat on his shoulder, so he just hoped they were holding on tight.

“What was it?”

“Not sure,” Tadashi answered. “Something small. An animal, probably, unless there are toddlers running about out here.”

“Or giant alien spiders,” Tony pointed out. He locked the suit joints so no unintentional creak of armor gave him in case what he imagined to be a tarantula the size of a corgi hadn’t spotted him yet.

“Yikes,” Tadashi said. “Jump right to the worst case scenario, why don’tcha.”

“Thank you, I will.” Tony moved the camera view with a twitch of his eyes, scanning behind him as well. Nothing moved by the air through squat, unnaturally well-groomed brushes and curling ferns.

“Taking a nap, Iron Man?” Scott asked after several minutes of silence.

Tony didn’t respond immediately, though he was starting to feel foolish kneeling on the ground and jumping at ghosts. Before he could decide whether to shift or not, the bush shuddered and a small black shape shot out from beneath the leaves, hissing and flapping stunted wings as it waddled through the carpet of dead vegetation.

“Tadashi?” Tony asked calmly, “Was that a penguin wearing a machine gun belt?”

“Um… Well, it would seem that way.”

Blinking after the retreating penguin, Tony nodded once. He pursed his lips. He nodded again. “Alright. We’ve seen stranger things.”

“Sure,” Tadashi agreed readily. “Which ones, exactly, were stranger than a penguin wearing a machine gun belt? I’m pretty sure it had an eye patch, too.”

“Well, the eye patch pushes it over the edge of strange,” Tony said, surprised at how reasonable he sounded, even to himself. “Alright. Keep an eye out for any more… warrior penguins. Heaven forbid the machine gun comes trolling out of the trees.”

Tadashi snickered. “Maybe earth is about to be invaded by a penguin army.”

“After the day we’re having,” Tony said, “I would not be surprised.”

“Come on. You’d be a little bit surprised,” Tadashi argued as Tony unlocked the joints and rose to his feet.

He caught a flash of one of the ants lifting off and then resettling themselves on his shoulder, and set out again, keeping a careful eye on the underbrush for other unexpected surprises. He’d seen enough strange in the last several years that he didn’t have a mantra of ‘you’re going crazy, this is crazy, you’re dreaming, and crazy. Or maybe dead,’ like he might have before Afghanistan – hell, before New York, even. He just forged through the forest of what looked like Lazy Programmer Only Designs Two Trees and Three Bushes in an otherwise perfectly rendered environment, and watched his feet in case there were militant squirrels running around. Just another Tuesday.

The trees thinned and Tony caught a glimpse of the backside of building just before Tadashi warned him to get down. He crouched down behind a tree as a young woman walked down the path staring at her phone and occasionally stopping to take selfies with statues and bushes. She was two hundred yards away, but Tadashi helpfully zoomed in so he could see her better. She was wearing bright yellow short shorts and a matching jacket with a black shirt underneath. Her fingerless gloves matches her green belt, and her hat and laced booties matched her jacket.

“Definitely less threatening than a machine-gun totting penguin,” Tony decided.

“Want Scott and me to go in and take a closer look?” Hope asked as the young woman passed around the building and out of sight.

Tony settled himself closer to the ground and did another sweep of what they could see from the tree line. From his limited vantage point, it looked like a college campus. The back of a towering statue of a man in a business suit was just visible if he leaned around the tree, and beyond that was a building with wide steps and Greek columns in the front.

“Take a look,” Tony decided, “But be careful. If whoever runs this place actually is controlling that fog, we have no idea what kind of technology or technology dampening abilities they might have on hand.”

“We’ll be careful,” she promised, but they were both already in the air and buzzing steadily toward the campus.

Tadashi tracked them until they turned the corner, and then continued to compile whatever data he could manage from their position, giving him a running list of distance between buildings, the height of the statue, a zoom of the columned building that confirmed it be an admin office, and the species of plants in the area that he could identify. Rhododendrons, yellow and red poppies, and green chrysanthemums were arranged in neat beds between identical walk ways, the grass was a uniform length without a single stalk out of place, and the buildings all looked as if they’d just been completed the day before, shiny and new.

“Iron Man checking in,” he said, activating the comm to his teammates. “I’ve made it to the edge of the forest. It looks like some kind of college campus.”

“We’re here too,” Steve reported a few breaths later. “I agree. I can see what looks like a library, and maybe some kind of lab. There’s a weird tower on top that’s sparking electricity. Rhodes, how about you?”

“Not quite there yet,” Rhodey said. Tony could hear the crunch and thump of his footfalls on the forest floor.

“Hey, did anyone else see an armed penguin on the way in?”

There was a brief moment of silence in response, and then Peter asked, “Like…a penguin with human arms?”

Tony twitched. “Did you see a penguin with human arms? Was it carrying a machine gun?” Considering the weirdness of the forest and campus, he wouldn’t have thought that anything could make him blink, but his attempts to picture a penguin with arms was sending shudders of wrong flying down his spine.

“Have you walked through any suspicious clouds of gas while we’ve been here, Tones? Stop to eat any local berries?”

“That was one time, Rhodey, and they were not even poisonous anyways.”

“I saw the penguin too,” Scott added helpfully. “It didn’t have human arms – which, by the way, is an image that will give me nightmares for the next year, thanks, kid – but it did have a machine gun belt and eye patch. Which is slightly less nightmarish than a human-armed penguin, but only very slightly.”

The resulting silence was clearly suspicious until Hope put in, “It’s true. Unfortunately.”

“Are we being invaded by a penguin army?” Peter asked immediately, and for some reason sounded excited by the prospect. “Was it at least cute?”

“It had a machine gun belt,” Tony stressed.

“Penguin with a machine gun belt could be cute. Hey, where was it? Maybe I can get a picture for my school newspaper, and my Twitter account. It would be like the mermaid thing all over again.”

“Alright, cut it out,” Steve broke in before the conversation could get any more surreal. “What do you see from up there?”

“Tony…?” Rhodey interrupted before Peter could answer. “Switch your screen to patch into my display.”

Tadashi obligingly interfaced with Bolo and patched Tony into Rhodey’s display. Rhodey was hunkered down behind a large hedge of bushes – not kneeling, because the tank didn’t kneel. At first, Tony’s attention was drawn to the massive golden dome to Rhodey’s left, but after a moment of gaping at the gaudy thing, he realized what Rhodey must have wanted him to see. A tower dominated the skyline in the distance with a clearly visible STARK logo curling around a familiarly-shaped balcony platform. Bolo zoomed in on the air above it, turning a tiny speck against the clouds into the clearly recognizable form of the Iron Man armor.

Part 3

#stony #avac #avac/mcu crossover #ladyshadowdrake writes #purple fog fic

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Cat Got Your Tongue?

A fic based off of the lovely art by @bearhat-gets-lazy! It ended up at 1,805 words in the end. CONTENT WARNING: There is minor manipulation in this fic. Know that Polpred's actions aren't meant to be romantic, and the relationship portrayed in this fic isn't a healthy one. I do not believe the pairing would truly be like this, but with the au chosen in the fic the path their relationship went would be considered the bad path. If you are sensitive to these subjects I would not read this ____________________________________________ Today was a good day. There was hardly any good days anymore, but oh Polpred loved this one. After all, seeing the look on the faces of Sasha and her little cat when he ruined their plans was priceless. Especially the face on the cat. He seemed about ready to pounce on him, not that Polpred would complain if he did. What? It was hard being the only adult. He's allowed to find interest in people. Especially if they're a handsome human/cat. Down the hall Polpred walked, humming to himself with joy. Behind him walked a few of his clockwork guards, as he was going to visit his little meddlers. He has a feeling that he'll need the guards. Especially with that cat. What was his name… Planchette? Oh whatever. It was unimportant. All that was important right now was that he had a chat with all of his prisoners. When they reached the cell they were all kept in, Polpred sighed happily and leaned against the wall, watching them with a smile. They looked absolutely miserable, it was perfect. “How are the little traitors doing?” He asked smugly, the cat growling slightly at the taunt. “Oh we're doing fine thank you. Just a tad uncomfortable with the living space.” Snarked the cat, earning a small laugh from Polpred. Oh how cute. Polpred turned to the guards, giving a small gesture and in a flash, out came the snarky little cat from the cell. Into Polpred’s grasp he went. Polpred then ordered the guards to keep watch of the cell while he had a chat with the little kitty. “You and that little girl sure love making trouble don't you?” Polpred asked, walking down the hallway with one hand gripping the cat's wrist. “I'm tempted to send you two back, but that wouldn't be any fun for me now would it?” “Yea and everything has to be about you doesn't it?” The cat muttered, refusing to even look at him. “I don't appreciate that attitude you're giving me cat, if I were you I would smarten up and treat me with a little more respect.” “I have a name you know!” “Oh do you now? Quite frankly I don't give a shit.” The cat seethed next to him, causing nothing but pure joy out of Polpred. Oh it was so cute seeing the little kitty get angry. As much as he loves cats, this one is nothing but a brat. An attractive little brat that he hates. “Why did you even drag me out here? It's not as if we're buddy buddy with each other.” The cat grumbled, his eyes on the ground. Oh he was so clueless. “Believe it or not I can be kind to my captives when I please. I was going to take you to get you some food.” Polpred admitted, though it wasn't entirely true. He had his own motives for dragging the cat around his castle, but he mainly wanted to talk. Maybe lighten the air around them a bit. That was easier said than done honestly. “Unless you have tuna back there I'm not interested.” The cat insisted. Yep this was going to be a nightmare. “Believe it or not, I do. The kids get fish in their meals occasionally.” Polpred stated, that seeming to bring up the mood in the cat. He really needs to remember his name… what was it again? Baguettes? Baguettes! That was his name. How cute. “I'll let you take enough to fill you and bring back some for Sasha, since I'm so nice.” “Oh you're such a saint.” Baguettes said sarcastically. Though Polpred heard no malice in his tone. Heh. What a wonder. Just a little bit of food can impact someone's personality so much. The two walked in silence as they tried to reach the kitchen, though Polpred couldn't help but watch Baguettes with curiosity. Despite looking like a human he still acted like a cat, occasionally looking around and halting to stare at something Polpred couldn't see. Quite frankly it was adorable. As stated earlier, he adores cats. And as much as he may hate Baguettes for trying to ruin everything he had, he couldn't help but adore him simply for being a cat. When they reached the kitchen is when all hell broke loose. Polpred hadn't realized that he let go of Baguette's wrist, so it was way too easy for him to bolt in and start looking for the tuna he had. Jesus Christ did this cat have no chill? He seemed about ready to tear the damn castle apart just for some tuna. Well... cats will be cats. “Calm down, the tuna is in the fridge.” Polpred stated, opening the fridge and handing a whole fish to Baguettes, who seemed ecstatic. How cute. After he was done Polpred had an idea… one that'll surely convince the little kitty to stay. Besides the fish. He'll just do it after he's done with his fish. Cause right now he thinks he may be sick from seeing him tear that damn fish apart. “Jesus- god that's disgusting Baguettes!” Polpred exclaimed, turning away to look at what else he had to eat. He'd need to bring food back for Sasha. And that Queen. Well, all in due time. For now he had to focus on Baguettes. If he got him on his side then the kitty could convince the rest to listen to him. And he'd have the pretty little kitty all to himself on the way back. No he wasn't going to do anything that he blatantly says no to. Polpred may be an evil genius but he's not an asshole. Not completely at least. Baguettes purred as he ate the tuna like a damn savage, causing Polpred to stop in his thoughts. No. No no no he's not letting him do that. His face contorted into one of disgust, his nose scrunching up. Polpred took his remote out of his pocket and quickly muted Baguettes, knowing full well that he'd probably be pissed about it later. But god he didn't care. Purring drove him absolutely crazy and he didn't want to hear it. Not while he was trying to be nice. Emphasis on trying. Now then, he'll just have to decide when. When will he make his move? There's no way he's trying it now for obvious reasons and he certainly can't do it around everyone else. He'll just do it when they're walking back. That way it'll be like a private little moment. Makes it more meaningful. He took in a deep breath and unmuted Baguettes who was, understandably, upset. “Why the heck did you mute me? What was I doing?” He questioned, puffing his cheeks out. Yep. Definitely upset. “The purring. As cute as it is I find it can be irritating. Nothing against you I just… I really hate the sound.” Polpred brushed off, shrugging his shoulders wait shit. Why did he say it was cute? Oh well. It'll only benefit him for his end goal. Baguettes seemed to believe him at least. “Bad memories and all.” “Okay well we should uh… head back before Sasha starts to worry.” Baguettes said quietly, a small blush creeping onto his cheeks. “She uh- she gets nervous when she's left alone for a while.” Polpred could tell Baguettes was definitely thinking about that cute comment, which was absolutely perfect for him. It's just going to be easier to get him more flustered on the way back. Giving a small nod, Polpred began to walk back to the cells, Baguettes walking next to him. Though this time the cat definitely seemed more nervous to be next to him. Though he couldn't blame him, who wouldn't be at least a little anxious around him? Now then, to start his flirting. “You know, I've had quite a few men pass through here, but none were quite as interesting as you are.” Polpred stated, looking Baguettes over mainly for show but also to catch any type of expression through body language. Oh he was definitely getting interested. “O-oh? I can't se-see why you'd think that. I'm pretty bland if you ask me.” Baguettes joked off, giving a nervous laugh. This was going to be too easy. “You're quite the specimen if you ask me, I've always had a thing for brunettes after all.” Said Polpred, a small smirk now on his face. Now's the time. He moved the two of them over to the side, one arm trapping him against the wall while the other rested at his side. He might've pressed the mute button on the way over, as Baguettes looked much cuter in black. Oh seeing the little kitty redden like a tomato was the best part. Polpred grinned and let his eyes flick over the other's body, licking his lips a bit for show. Baguettes was 100% sucked in at this point wasn't he? How cute.. “What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?” Polpred mocked before grabbing Baguettes chin between two fingers, making him look up at him. He's gonna need a bit more than that to get him hooked. Maybe a little more flirting. “Though, that won't be the only thing catching your tongue tonight.” Hearing a soft squeak from Baguettes is when he knew it was time. Oh this poor thing didn't know what was coming. Leaning down, Polpred allowed only a small gap between them while he looked into Baguettes eyes, mischief behind his own. He let himself linger only a small distance away from his lips before, much to his surprise, it was Baguettes who closed the gap. Huh.. odd. He didn't think the cat would know much about kissing, and yet he was basically getting schooled. Today was definitely a good day. Polpred gave a small laugh into the kiss as the two of them gripped at their clothes, Baguettes gripping the back of Polpred’s suit and Polpred resting his free hand on Baguette's side. It was weird to kiss a catman he'll admit it, but damn if it wasn't nice. It wasn't for them to get into though, this was simply to leave Baguette wanting more. So he pulled away after only a few shared seconds, Baguettes trying to follow Polpred’s lips to at least try to prolong the moment. “We can't be much longer, we need to get back.” Polpred told Baguette, giving him a small a smile when he seemed to pout. Mission accomplished. “If you're good you'll definitely get more of this.” With a nod, Polpred knew that he was sold. Oh how the mighty fall. As long as his end of the bargain was kept, he should have Baguettes under his control like a puppet. Everything could only go up from here Oh today was a good day indeed.

#polguettes #ask to tag #long post #land of good kids

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