Polymorph Rising

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[polymorphichero]

                           I’ll Put my armor on                            Show you how strong I am                            I’m unstoppable                            I’m invincible                            I’m so powerful                            I’m unstoppable today

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                           I’ll Put my armor on                            Show you how strong I am                            I’m unstoppable                            I’m invincible                            I’m so powerful                            I’m unstoppable today

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[polymorphichero]

Guess who finally remembered his login info!

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lethalchronicles​:

harry osborn / green goblin - open

           ’…you   talk   way   too   much.   ’  

“Oh. Sorry. Someone asked about my area of study, so I guess I got carried away.“

[polymorphichero]

Like for a starter or check out my opens?

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cardshcrp​:

FIRST DATE. accepting. @polymorphichero​ : ’ I hope I’m not too dressy? ’

               “Please, no such thing, homme.” Not in Remy’s eyes, anyway - he’s being honest. Besides, even if John is a little overdressed, he can’t complain. It’s a good look, and he appreciates the hell out of it; the crooked grin he’s wearing says as much. “You gon’ show me up, but I ain’t mad. Ya look great, serious.”

“I’m glad you think so. I wanted to show you a good night on the town, but didn’t realize I might have been too dressed up until about five minutes ago.“ A reservation at a nice steak house, then the VIP section of a popular club. It was going to be a good night.

“I don’t know if anyone could outdo you, Remy. Aught to call you Prince Charming, you’re so smooth.“

[angelicavpd]

an authority figure: [expresses slight, arguable disappointment in me]

me, shaking: Wow. Can’t Believe I’m The Worst Person Alive

[fullmetal-alchemasst-deactivate]

authority figure: *is in a bad mood or even is just less friendly than usual*

me, stomach in knots: My fault? I must be the cause of this?

[polymorphichero]

Like this for a starter!

[polymorphichero]

Like for a starter from older John?

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Like for a starter from young John!

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“You dropped a fucking castle on my head.“

John didn’t usually complain about mishaps during fights with super villains. Shit happened, you just had to get over it and move on. But someone, and he wasn’t about to name names, had thought letting the entire fucking castle collapse was a good idea. Much less while he was inside. 

“I’m fine, if you even care.“

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kryptonfresh​:

open.

“what’s a himbo…?”

“Er. Uh, thats... it’s. So, like, it’s a dude thats hot. But also dumb.“

[polymorphichero]

John thought showing off his powers might be an unnecessary flex, but he was trying to impress someone he liked. The rain, they’d said, was ruining the date they had planned. A simple walk on the beach. When the other opened the door there was a space of dry where the rain didn’t fall. The water pushed out, his strange powers creating a pleasant escape from the storm.

“Hey, you weren’t gonna cancel just because of a little rain, were you?“

[starcityarrow-deactivated202102]

Open

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starcityarrow‌:

“You have to evacuate. He will not hesitate to kill you or take you hostage” the arrow warned as outside Speedy and Canary were keeping the criminal occupied to win him enough time to get the ‘civilian’ out. Times were easier in the past when he didn’t think about consequences as much as now.

John wanted to end this shit show. All he’d have to do, he knew, was power up and take the criminals down. It’d take three minutes. Five, tops. But then, if he did, would he be able to stop himself? John was happy with his life here. Putting the mask on again... he didn’t want to get sucked back into that life.

“Look, man, I need to lock these files down so they can’t steal my work. If you want to evacuate someone, go to the facility closet on the third floor. I managed to get most of the staff out but had to hide a few in there.“

[polymorphichero]

“Well, that was... a thing.“

[masongooning]

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justwantedsomepie‌:

     “Well if I’m honest I’m not too privy t’ th’ prerequisites o’ becomin’ one o’ those X-Punks, but if I had t’ guess–” His knees bent inconspicuously, the tips of his claws resting comfortably at the ends of his fingers elongating with sharp            (shhhllliiiccckkkss!)      shrieks. Pearly white incisors and canines gnash against each other as they become glossy with a thin film of salivation, the pink of his gums visible from the the menacing scowl presented on his thinning lips. Pupil absent eyes narrowing as they examined every detail this new acquaintance had to offer.      “–a flyin’ pretty boy might do ‘em some good.” That scowl contorted into what could only be construed as a smile, moistening his lips with a quick swipe of his tongue before another growl ripped from the pit of his chest. Pouncing with disconcerting speed, arms stretched out in front of him as they almost seemed to extend outwards in an unnatural way. His aim to snatch him out from where he levitated and bring him down to the ground below the both of them.      “GrrrRRRrrrRRrr!” 

John was trying to calculate if dealing with this was his problem. Sure, Sabertooth was a dangerous sociopath who enjoyed killing. But there were also other threats he was supposed to be helping with. His levitation drifted, lazily, as he pondered the matter. Then the fucking guy pounced like a god damn jungle cat. Which, in hindsight, should have been something he saw coming. 

John reflexively turned to metal; which made levitation considerably more difficult anyway. When Sabertooth him him he fell, shouting obscenities the whole while. People were running, now, and he couldn’t blame them. “Fucking fuck, man!”

The cement cracked under his metallic form, and John decided he may as well enjoy this. Unlike most people, he could be in two places at once. His body undulated just before a duplicate appeared beside them. “Normally I’m into big hairy dudes, but in this case I’ve got more important places to be.” The duplicate vanished in a flash of blue, leaving the metallic John still tangled with Creed.

“Seriously, what’s your problem? Have you tried anger management?“