@avenging-son-blog - Tumblr Blog

OOC: Plot Requests

//hey guys. i am looking to start plots on my characters but i don't wanna just write random starters. if you want a plot, PLEASEEEEEEEEE message me on here, superiorcircuitry, thelivingweaponofkunlun, or omegaultion. i have a few ideas, but i want to get people into them first so i'm not just flooding your timelines with random starters that no one wants to join.

#occ

cpt-marvel

Down

avenging-son-blog

Namor had grown accustom to the brazen nature of the stunted apes that roamed the surface of the planet , but that did nothing to soothe the rage that bubbled through him as he sped through the ocean’s murky stillness toward the energy blast that pierced through his realm, disturbing his contemplation among the blackness of the ocean floor.

The crushing cold of the water was replaced with white hot discomfort upon the Sea King’s skin, as he tracked the point of the attack’s entry into the waves.. “Tcch.”, he spat through gritted teeth through his wake. He wanted nothing to do with the surface anymore. The ocean was his domain and the surface brought him nothing but pain and rage. He would make an example of this trespasser and send them on their way back with a story of how none would cross Namor any longer.

The sun stung his eyes only for moments as he burst like a titan through the choppy surf. The surface rippled mightily and water rained down as Namor hung in the air, ready to dispense a king’s justice.

“WHO DARES DISTURB-?!”

The Avenging Son blinked and was greeted with a splendor he would never have anticipated. The one known as Carol Danvers. The surface’s world’s Captain Marvel. His Kree Warrior Goddess.

The fire that once filled his chest was instantly replaced with a similar, yet lower and baser heat. Namor’s lips cracked into a wide smile and he crossed his arms tightly across his chest.

“By Neptune, by what do I owe the pleasure, my shield maiden from beyond the stars?”

cpt-marvel

Carol reaches up to shield her face from the spray of water when Namor appears, bits of salty sea water hitting her skin and evaporating quickly in the heat she puts off. Getting to her feet, she crosses her arms over her chest and steels herself for the coming exchange. There is nothing more aggravating than dealing with royalty.

She’s giving him a very flat, unimpressed look at the way he addresses her, and it’s taking everything she’s got not to roll her eyes. But she’s the one that needs help, here, and as much as she hates it, she’s got to play nice.

“You owe A.I.M.,” she says, very keenly feeling the plane beneath her feet. She should be up there, in the air, on Namor’s level. Not looking up at him. “They’ve got a base just down there.” Arms uncross and one gloved hand points down at the water before her feet. “I need to get in, but I expect heavy resistance, most of it tailored just for me.”

It’s the last part that will be the hardest, and her lips press together as she inhales a deep breath. Salty air fills her lungs and she gives Namor a hard stare. Either he’ll help her out of some misguided attraction or he’ll expect something in return. The latter is what she’s afraid of; she’s already indebted to enough wanted mutant terrorists.

“I need your help.” Carol practically spits the last word, it’s so distasteful, and it’s painfully obvious how much she hates asking anyone for aid. But if she’s got no choice, she’s at least going to make the most of it. If Namor’s strong enough to beat her, he’ll be more than able to give her enemies absolute hell.

avenging-son-blog

Namor cracked his knuckles and floated down to Carol's eye level. The smile that adorned his face had taken on an white hot anticipation. Namor had kept to himself lately, down in the lowest depths of his kingdom. His only company had been the crushing stillness of the black water.

But now? He had the chance for glorious battle...along side a glorious woman. This was a righteous sport and it was exactly what the Prince of The Seas needed.

"You have no need to say more, my Captain. If these buffoons think that they can carry out their nefarious machinations under the nose of Prince Namor, I wish to show them otherwise...with extreme prejudice."

#*Down #cpt-marvel

The Scream of The Shoggoth

Namor's ears were filled with the sound of the concrete shattering around him as he landed on the street running along the beach line with a sickening thud.

"Im...perius...", was all his managed to sputter to the horrified surface dwellers around him before he let his head fall to the shattered rock around him. He would need a moment. He had no idea how far the twisted leviathan that now made it's way toward New York from beyond the deep had thrown him, but it was hard enough and far enough to deposit him into the rabble that was the surface world.

On the beach, the messengers of the beast had already started to pop up from the surf. Twisted masses of tentacles and snapping maws that hardly had shape or consciousness; they existed only to feed themselves and their twisted god...

Othuum, The Oceanic Horror.

Othuum whose servants had already started snapping their slimy tendrils around helpless human beings and begun to drag them into the surf, awaiting their master who had begun his rise.

Namor climbed to his feet and wiped the warm, coppery blood from his lips.

The surface world was about to be under siege by a forgotten demon of a by gone age and Prince Namor feared that he might not be able to stop it on his own.

#*OPEN PLOT #OOC: who wants to fight a giant monster with Namor?

The Invincible

Bill Everett

Down

Carol Danvers is beginning to understand a little of how Quicksilver feels. It’s not that she doesn’t enjoy flying small, old planes; she definitely does. Seaplanes like this one make her think of adventures in the South Pacific, treasure hunting. Real Indiana Jones shit.

It’s just so slow.

Flying on her own power, she could reach her destination in minutes. As it is, flying out into the middle of the Atlantic has been a bit of an undertaking. A glance at the GPS to her right tells her she’s close, and she begins her descent.

The seaplane lands with a splash, and she cuts the engine. Another glance at the GPS, just to make sure, and she takes a deep breath to steel herself before opening the door and stepping out onto one of the pontoons.

She doesn’t want to do this. He is, without a doubt, the last person on Earth she wants to be asking for help. There’s just no way around it. The A.I.M. transmission she’d gone to so much trouble to trace had gone here. Or, rather, just below here, somewhere at the bottom of the ocean. A.I.M. having a secret underwater base in the middle of the Atlantic? Sure, why not? Isn’t that what all the shadowy villainous organizations do these days?

There’s just so much that can go wrong. Surveys have this spot as some sort of underwater peak, a mountain beneath the waves, and there’s no telling how fortified it will be. Not to mention the weapons they’ll have waiting for her once inside. Plus, nature! She’d rather not have to punch any sharks today if she can help it.

So, regrettably, she needs Namor’s help. Their last meeting had resulted in far too much violence, but the Atlantean had come away from it all with an almost unsettling admiration for her. Carol’s hoping it will be enough to secure his help.

“Here goes,” she mutters, powering up and firing a heated blast into the waters before her. Steam rises, the waves roil, and she reaches for the wing above her to steady herself as the plane pitches. With no idea where the hell Namor would even be, or how long it would take him to get here, she signs and sits down on the pontoon, her legs stretching out along its length.

And she waits.

avenging-son-blog

Namor had grown accustom to the brazen nature of the stunted apes that roamed the surface of the planet , but that did nothing to soothe the rage that bubbled through him as he sped through the ocean's murky stillness toward the energy blast that pierced through his realm, disturbing his contemplation among the blackness of the ocean floor.

The crushing cold of the water was replaced with white hot discomfort upon the Sea King's skin, as he tracked the point of the attack's entry into the waves.. "Tcch.", he spat through gritted teeth through his wake. He wanted nothing to do with the surface anymore. The ocean was his domain and the surface brought him nothing but pain and rage. He would make an example of this trespasser and send them on their way back with a story of how none would cross Namor any longer.

"WHO DARES DISTURB-?!"

The Avenging Son blinked and was greeted with a splendor he would never have anticipated. The one known as Carol Danvers. The surface's world's Captain Marvel. His Kree Warrior Goddess.

The fire that once filled his chest was instantly replaced with a similar, yet lower and baser heat. Namor's lips cracked into a wide smile and he crossed his arms tightly across his chest.

"By Neptune, by what do I owe the pleasure, my shield maiden from beyond the stars?"

#*Down #cpt-marvel #OOC: holy shit i have missed you guys

lalalunascope

AvX #7

#*my godhood

evilhorse

None speak in the presence of royalty without first being recognized!!

Esad Ribic - Namor

Cover artwork for Namor the First Mutant #4 by Mike Mayhew

#*my glorious self

pockettbear-deactivated20220320

I like how Namor is “fluent in a tongue all can understand”

so he like

saw this fat fish lady and thought “im gonna fuck that”

then he saw this giant tapeworm and ” yeah totally hot”

and I don’t really want to know what he did to those dolphins

BUT THEN

“REDHEADS EWW”

#*my glorious self

OOC: (Hey, Guys)

ok. soooooo...i'm back.

i moved and i have spotty internet and i am going to try to be as active as possible on my characters. I am dropping Reed Richards but Aaron Stack (superiorcircuitry), Quentin Quire (omegalution), Danny Rand (thelivingweaponofkunlun) and Namor will be super active or as active as I can be.

i've missed ALL of you.

#OOC #seriously i missed you guys