𝘚𝘜𝘗𝘌𝘙𝘕𝘖𝘝𝘈.ᐟ

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 ... 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄ⵑ

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#M4TCHSTICK: an independent writing blog for JONATHAN "JOHNNY" STORM, also known as THE HUMAN TORCH of the marvel franchise. very marvel critical. headcanon based with drawn influence from both older and more recent comics. none much from the movies, if cherrypicked! prior knowledge of the fantastic four is not required to interact, i do prefer to keep my mutuals twenty-one and over and am oc and crossover friendly! STUDYING: the fantastic four's golden boy, family over everything, to be loved is to be seen, fire that burns reckless and unruly and figuring out where you stand.

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in orbit with : reed richards. galactus. wanda maximoff. pietro maximoff. rogue. loki laufeyschild. references: fantastic four mythos, fantastic four (1961), fantastic four (2012), fantastic four (2014), fantastic four (2022), marvel two-in-one (2017), uncanny avengers (II), spider-man and the fantastic four. the human torch miniseries.

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and a very happy pride from my family (the fantastic four) to yours. ❤️‍🔥

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there he is 🥺

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THOUGHTS. CAN YOU DESCRIBE YOUR THOUGHTS? it was hot ... i died that day.

mythos fantastic four // jonny sun. // Iain s. thomas: i wrote this for you. // neil degrasse tyson: a spacetime odyssey. // super nova by senarius. // gwen benaway: holy wild.

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@wrathbit's peter parker : i couldn't find anything to eat, the kitchen's pretty cleared out. :(

although the human torch's residency in the ol' double b wasn't nearly as frequent, it was a wonderful backup. still home; comforting silence and lengthy hallways navigated via muscle memory. johnny knew where everything should and shouldn't be, every sound, structure. including disturbances, an interesting factor for a place with such high defenses. a figure hunched in the kitchen, his hand raised with fire blooming from the wrist up as a stand-in light. how many people outside of the family could go in and out without concern? the list existed on one hand.

" what- mh- hell? " disoriented, less cautious groan upon realization. it would seem they had a spider-problem, all of a sudden. johnny didn't bother with the overhead light, saving peter the trouble. " could've called- y'know ... what did- " the room was void of heat, which meant the stove had gone untouched. nose scrunched, illuminated features twisted fairly slow as each cog turned. " oh my god, you did not. "

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@ionzhar : [ TXT ] : i'm on my way,  don't go anywhere.

[ OUTGOING … B❤️ ] - ik i don't have to tell you to hurry but pls hurry. [ OUTGOING … B❤️ ] - the sunglasses and hat combo didn't work. [ OUTGOING … B❤️ ] - and i can't jet out of here without the risk of hurting anyone. [ OUTGOING … B❤️ ] - are you sure about this? it'll be like poking a hornet's nest. minus the hornets. and the nest.

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@wpon-x : [ TXT ] : wait unblocked i need 2 say smth

[ OUTGOING … MAYBE: WADE ] - oh my GOD. [ OUTGOING … MAYBE: WADE ] - i was trying to unblock ben, not you. but whatever. [ OUTGOING … MAYBE: WADE ] - you have five minutes. [ OUTGOING … MAYBE: WADE ] - now you have four minutes and thirty seconds. better hurry!

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robert.

one, two … three. fingers popped up from a loose fist as robert bid reassurance, the irony only bristling already fragile torch. " could’ya quit using the word fired? i’m a little sensitive to the topic right now. " partially a jest, though he’d learned from the best how to break through thick tension with just that. eyebrows shot up as his options were laid out, his body now leaning back into his seat, arms folding over his chest as though he had the option to consider. to potentially deny. in no position to, not in the slightest, johnny kept an open ear and a brief hand to top the one at his arm. even his own squeeze.

reconciliation with his circumstances seemed to be on the horizon, despite the deep ache and begged question; who was he without? that was the worst part, the inability to really tell. such a powerful force tended to be so fickle under duress, unfortunately.

" that’s bullsh- hnng! so not true. " impulsive reply and a hand to his forehead, eyes squeezing shut as he slammed the metaphorical breaks that kept his mind rolling. not all it’s cracked up to be? flying was awesome! it was everything! " sure. 'course. " a ready agreement to stop himself from combatting such a statement, his hand fell back into his lap with a thud. he wanted to help, of course he did. powers or not. head tilted to meet robert’s eyes, his own a concoction of ache and intrigue. " scans? what kind'a scans? like- experiments? "

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Oh! The intimacy of adopting each other’s vocabulary.

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🙂‍↕️you understand.

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been thinking about johnny’s hair growing brassier with age. his eyes getting warmer, that sort of blue-green you see when the sun is coming up.

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@violevina : [ TXT ] : come get me plz plz plz

her notification among many always caught his attention. perhaps it was thanks to a special tune; dedicated sound cue that was bound to rip him away from the present, whatever kira needed. repetitive text had him upright within moments, and lit like a feeble flick of a lighter.

[ OUTGOING … KIRA ] - i'm coming. [ OUTGOING … KIRA ] - five minutes. [ OUTGOING … KIRA ] - do you need me subtle? [ OUTGOING … KIRA ] - i'm coming i swear. please tell me you're okay and just want to go home.

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@osilver : sorry, i'm just ... i'm glad you're okay.

feet skipped over the ground like a stone on a lake; long strides and stuttering slightly before the inevitable sink. in a purposefully far off corner away from calming destruction and recuperating allies, johnny could feel the buzz beneath his skin grow stronger as he neared the fasted man alive. pace steadied into a light jog, despite how badly he wanted to sprint; their grounds for affection not entirely stable quite yet. it was surprising, however, the way he was grasped at the wrist and hauled into opposing chest. much like him, he reciprocated readily.

" mmh? " muffled from pressing his face into pietro's shoulder, his palms splayed over the other's upper back and delivering a few decisive pats. the apology only struck a few chords, rather than smooth over residual aftershock. pulling away, arms went limp in order to fall from around the other's frame. " don't be- it's a good look on you. " a smile, the award winning and well renowned, all in favor of the pocket of time set to the side. " are you alright? you look it- can never be too sure. "

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@metroskid : you're here with me. that helps.

fire escape’s steel felt cool beneath his palm, most of his weight at the arm, and it was bound to leave those funny little indents in his skin. his head kept itself rested against the guard rail, eyes widened a fraction in thought, reflecting their conversation. the pair just barely fit; situated like a puzzle in rectangular space, johnny’s legs were laid over kon’s and a half empty box of pizza sat precarious on his knee. cheese was stiff. the lid had been left open.

" does it? " brought on with underlying disappointment, a want to do more than just sit; until he remembered less was more. not everything needed to be a stretch for the best outcome. tilting his head forward where it should be, slight angle to the side, he gave their legs a jostle. " guess i forget helpin’ doesn’t always have to be some big song and dance. " partially distracted, he reached beneath grease-saturated cardboard, the surface of his hand acting as a new pizza stone. " if ya wanna talk it out, though- i won’t stop you. i’m not too bad’a listener. "

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@medusx : the most responsible thing is to try and get help. (the microwave might be on fire)

he could feel it before entering; something growing like an ominous cloud from one area of the building. hot and dangerous, catastrophic if not taken care of. he'd never flown through a window so fast; save for every other time something of this matter occurred. johnny could do nothing but bid her a distracted agreement as weightless steps carried him to the source. right, the good ol' microwave fire. still, bad!

" yeesh, what happened? you didn't open the thing, did you? " he asked, nearing the blaze without the same caution anyone else would, am arm extended to reach directly into the flames. like a straw stuck down a milkshake cup, he used it so soak fire from kitchen appliance now turned inferno. it was a pitiful thing, once no longer obstructed. blackened and sad. " uh. cooking instructions are pretty literal. what was in there? " he wondered, nostrils flaring slight to try and smell beyond the ache of plastic and metal. " it's not so bad- i'm glad i got here in time. "

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@ma1nmenu’s robert robertson : i'm not mad. i want you here.

such a large space somehow felt suffocating; despite large rounded table and floor to ceiling windows that allowed for the warmth of sunset. jonathan sat at the further end, arms planted onto glossed over wood and the rest of him holding a pitiful posture. forehead rested against his arms, he’d noticed he could feel the difference in temperature via his own touch. definitely not supposed to happen, and only another twist to the oddly shaped knife in his chest. they were draining slowly, what kept him in flight and bright as the very sun.

robert’s voice settled his shoulders, vibrating smooth from the throat and carrying a firmness that felt reassuring. blonde fanned out over his limbs, wind rustled and bothered. he hadn’t picked his head up quite yet, not entirely done wallowing in the hole he’d dug for himself.

" i shoulda seen this coming. there’s no way i can keep going out there if i can’t even keep myself in the air for more than a minute. " the first half of his claim was slightly muffled, his voice set free as he finally allowed himself some air. eyes weren’t as bright, or excitable as they usually were. " mad or not, maybe i should find something else to do, if this is the way it’s gonna be. “ decisive huff, he now propped up an elbow, cheek in his palm to follow. pretty soon, he wouldn’t be able to hold a spark and flambae would officially have him beat. where the hell’s the fun in that? " m’sorry, man- really. "

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the johnny flanderization appears to be making it’s way back around in newer issues so i’m here to remind … despite thrice unfinished attempts at college (he wanted to complete each so bad.) he’s at genius level in his particular niche. automative engineering. he’s a pilot of many a space craft. he could take an entire vehicle apart and put it back together no manual. he comes up with ideas no one else thinks of because he’s observing what others miss. he’s not the atrocious ideas guy. he is a contributor to the team and loves his family. yes.