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☄ "If I die I want my gravestone to read 'Here lies Scott Lang, he died as he lived: knowing that your plan was megabad all along.'" Scott Lang Ant-Man

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agreenpolarity:

“Technically, if you’re training for an undercover gig, you’ve got the act of obnoxious bartender down to a tee.” She took a swig from the drink, coughing a bit. She hadn’t drank since being here. “I didn’t realize the free drink came with questions attached. But if you want the simple answer, I’ve run out of something important and I’m stressed.” She took another sip. “Where’d you learn to spin bottles like that?” 

“Aw, well thank you. I wasn’t going for obnoxious but, yeah I see how you got that,” he said with a grin. He supposed he was just natural obnoxious which was just totally wonderful. “Mm. That sucks. Well, in addition to spinning bottles, I’m pretty good at getting stuff. If you need a hand.” He shrugged. “Youtube. I was bored.”

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webslxngxing:

“Okay okay, so, you went from sleeping peacefully in a jet hanger to the middle of a warzone. That just sounds… terrible.”

“You know it wasn’t great? This place is super weird I’m not really used to it. At all.”

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Burn the Heart || Scott & Sorem

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flamingbluemoonchild:

“Woah what the hell?” Sorem jumped, surprised at the sudden voice. She looked around searching for the source of the sound and saw a guy in a..suit.. holding a fire extinguisher who’s attempting to extinguish the blue fire (but failing miserably). As she heard her name being called out by the stranger, it came to her that this stranger might actually be.., “Scott?” Sorem asked. She knew that voice was familiar and Scott did say that he was going to train here today.

Sorem stared at Scott, her mouth a bit ajar. She looked Scott up and down in his uniform, and she must admit that he looked hot, and giggled. “You can’t easily extinguish blue fire you silly,” she shook her head, stood up and held her palms outward, “You’re going to need a lot of basic fire extinguishers to put out blue fire.” Sorem focused her gaze on the ring of blue fire as it started to rise. She held up her right forearm, which has a spiral iron bracelet. The rising flames spun and went inside the said bracelet.

“This bracelet was specifically made for this kind of emergencies. It’s kind of like a storage thing. If I can’t extinguish the fire, I just store them in my bracelet and I also get to use it again but only for a few hours. Once those ‘ few hours ‘ are gone, the fire stored inside the bracelet goes away as well, “ Sorem explained as the last bit of fire entered the iron bracelet. She closed her eyes, took a deeep breath then gazed at Scott and grinned, “so, are we going to train, or what?”

Scott looked at her with panic in his face and his body language. This fire extinguisher was doing absolutely nothing. He’d spent his training session trying to be low-key, trying to be a good soldier, and in a mere matter of seconds he’d gotten roped into a training room fire. What the hell? So much for just agility training. 

How was she so calm? Laughing and acting like this was no biggie? As she said that the fire extinguisher wouldn’t work, Scott lowered it and the spray stopped with a final pochoop. So they couldn’t put this out. Great, great, great. Well, back to jail it was for Scott lang because this clearly wasn’t going to work. He watched her movements, and when the flames went into her arm (bracelet maybe?) Scott was so shocked that he dropped the fire extinguisher. It landed right on his toe and Scott bit down hard on his lip to stop from cursing. What the hell was happening.

After a moment, and her explanation of the bracelet, Scott shook his head as if he was getting himself out of a phase. “Yeah, yes, of course we’re going to change. You’re,” he looked over a clock then smiled at her, pressing a button on the side of his helmet so she could see his face, “right on time. That’s a pretty cool party trick you’ve got going there.”

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healing-elixir:

Josh felt like he was missing some information here. “Down a shower drain?” He shook his head a little, “I don’t wanna…” he paused before adding in a whisper, “Use it.” His, thing frightened him to death, he didn’t know why but he felt like he’d barely scratched the surface of what he could do and it was unnerving. Josh had meant it would be a good thing if he dragged the whole place down but that seemed to have been misinterpreted, no argument at least. “I’m no hero.” He was pretty sure he’d never be a fighter, even without his thing he’d never even been in a fight before, he’d probably just run away. 

“Yeah. Wild, right? I’m getting better though! Being careful and stuff,” he said with a proud grin. Night as well leave out the fact that he almost burnt to a crisp, though. Scott frowned. “You don’t? I mean, I sort of get that, but hey it’s different for everyone. Why don’t you want to use it?” It had taken Scott a while to warm up to the idea, but he credited that to his only being here because S.H.I.E.L.D. threatened him. That tended to put a damper on things. Scott smiled. “Me neither. You more neutral? It’s a nice place to be.” Scott imagined that one day he would be a hero, but for now, he was fresh out of being a cat burglar. He couldn’t quite be a ‘hero.’

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healing-elixir:

Josh had never really shared his problems, even before. His family were ‘perfect’. Perfect husband, perfect wife… perfect son. Sure things sometimes upset him but they just didn’t talk about it. He looked over at the other, it was hot in here, and he’s already seen his face, he pulled the beanie off and raised an eyebrow, “Train?” As in fighting? He’d never been in a fight (a physical one) in his life, unless that beating counted, “Wouldn’t be a bad thing.” Then no more mutants about and the world would be safe.

“Yeah, you know. Train. Good way to figure out your abilities and how to use them. More than that, it’s a good way to get your abilities under control. Boy, I tell ya, the first time I tried to use my suit I was almost washed down a shower drain. Training is important and more fun than I thought it would be.” Scott frowned. “Eh, I mean, it kind of would be. Not only are their training heroes here, but there are actual current heroes too. We need those guys. People who protect the little guy,” Scott said, pointing to himself and chuckling.

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acejiyeon:

“Yeah especially when you’re the one supposed to be teaching. Youtube is a magical place. Did you hear about the family that build their whole house on their own just from watching youtube?”

“Oh! Yeah, not a good call to tipsy teach. Seriously? That is some incredible skill. Cheeper, too, which is always nice.”

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face-it-tiger:

❛ You know, sometimes I have those. Not often but when it counts. ❜ The girl returned the gift of the smile, letting out the delicate notes of a gentle chuckle to present themselves.  ❛ I’m a plain girl all the way because then you can kind of put anything you want on it like blueberries or chocolate, seriously anything. There’s so many options with plain. That’s what this place needs! A personal chef. It’s calling your name. ❜

“I think maybe, maybe I could pull off being a hangover chef, but probably not much more if I’m honest,” he said, keeping his smile. It was an easy thing to do around this stranger. “Entertain the morning after troops with a pancake in the design of the director’s butt or something, with all of the toppings you could want.”

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succubussatana:

“You think that didn’t give me pleasure? Pleasure comes in many different forms, it’s not limited to the physical. Emotional or psychological ecstasy can be equally powerful and rewarding. Careful what you say around people because a comment like that, while innocent to you, could be considered an insult to one like myself. What succubus has ever been put into a position where she had to pleasure herself instead of having a partner do it for her? Surely we are capable of it, but why would we ever need to?”

There are many without powers who reside here, chosen by SHIELD despite their lack of powers. It is a complex organization that works both in and out of the shadows, can you not see why someone with your skills might be wanted? Or if they intend for you to work in the open because of what you stole, would they not rather have you be trained by them? I assume whatever potential they see in you, they would like to have a good working relationship prior to it’s full development. SHIELD has as many enemies as it does allies.

“A fair point.” Satana commented on Exiter’s words to Scott. “It is a common phrase to not underestimate others, but it is also wise to refrain from selling yourself short. Such self-doubts can lead to you ending up dead.” She shrugged as if death was a casual subject for her, which it was considering where she would go if she was killed and the ease with which she could return to Earth. “I assume you have never seen a human soul before? Or perhaps you have and never knew, such a thing can take on many forms. My abilities shape the soul into a rather beautiful form, if a bit smaller than you might expect.” She summoned a glass jar with a cork  stopper sealing it. Inside hovered a glowing butterfly with delicate wings and a body almost too bright too look at.

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Scott didn’t suppose he could feel so... inadequate. Yes, Satana had picked him out of a crowd but he hadn’t really had any say in it. Now, trying to understand it, he’s just realised how foolish he’s been. He didn’t understand the people around him, and he likely never would. Part of him thought, why try? Another part thought to keep learning until his brain wouldn’t hold any more. This interaction only told him that it was likely to kill him either way. It was his job to be himself and to be respectful to others at whatever cost it was to himself, though. That’s what an actual hero would do. A thief would be selfish and not care about any of it.

Just as he felt put down by this duo, they rose him up. Sort of. He still felt like an asshole, but at least he was an asshole who was worth something despite his ignorance. "Um, thank you. I’ll try not to die,” he said with a light chuckle. His eyes went wide when he saw the glass jar, and more importantly what was inside of it. “Wow.” He couldn’t take his eyes off of it. “That’s a human soul?”

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likeadiamondfrost:

“Offering?” She teased before rolling her eyes, “I’m more of an opportunist with that sort of thing” Her head bobbed up and down, “Plan to. Or maybe you can just attend and enjoy the party, huh?. Pleasure to meet you, Mister Lang.” She smirked, “I’ve tasted worst things in the world.”

“Not offering,” he said with his hands up. Scott smiled. “Attending and enjoying sounds a lot better than failed drink mixing.”

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Burn the Heart || Scott & Sorem

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flamingbluemoonchild:

Sorem was kind of excited to have a training partner. This is the first she had one and she’s doing anything she could to at least impress Scott. So, she sat there practicing on controlling her flame more.

One thing she kind of noticed, that she frequently did, was setting things on fire without her consent. Whenever she gets jumpy, she would let out a medium size fireball aimlessly and thus burning anything near her. She’s bad at two things, aiming and creating, and she won’t let herself fuck-up infront of her training buddy.

Sorem positioned herself in a defensive form, her left foot forward with the right approximately 45° from the left. Her hand gradually producing a blue flame that’s slowly getting bigger. Her vision was focused on the titanium mannequin in front of her with a target painted on its chest. 

Sorem grinned, feeling her hand burst a powerful size of blue fire. She was ready to aim. She bent her knees, and let her right foot step back a little when she felt something move in the corner of her eye (that sorta looked like a little man?). It distracted her and thus losing her footing, “Shit!” she cursed loudly, her voice echoing through the mildly empty room. 

She lost her balance, releasing more blue fire than she intended to. Her once small blue fire was now encircling her. “Oh fucking hell,” she muttered, staring at the mess she made. Somebody once told her that she was quite a powerful mutant with a rather unique pyrokinesis. She knows she’s powerful, and she’s doing everything she can to control it.

But so far, she’s pretty much failing. “What the fuck was that?” Sorem exclaimed, looking around the room, slowly extinguishing the ring of fire surrounding her. “Hello?”

Scott was so focused on his own training that he forgot that he said he was going to meet Sorem here. It took a lot out of him to get a feel for what it felt like to be small. It took even more to run around a room meant for actual people. on top of that he was trying to throw punches, lift things, all in order to get a feel for what was around him.

Even though the experience of being Ant-Man was very strange, he had to admit he was having fun. Maybe being this size and trying to be a hero instead of a thief could actually work. It was certainly growing on him. Scott was able to jump farther than usual, so agility related things were ridiculously fun in a way they never had been before. When he was a thief, which he still was but when he was an active thief, he always liked the sneaking around part but the part where he needed to be agile wasn’t exactly what he enjoyed. This was much better.

Scott was minding his own business, doing more of the same when suddenly his suit seemed to be overheating. Really, really overheating. Scott looked up and “FUCK!” He fell backwards and started to scramble away, quickly becoming his regular size. Scott, now just a guy in a suit as opposed to a small guy in a suit, ran for a fire extinguisher. He turned around and started spraying, then he noticed who was in the middle of it all. “Sorem!?” Scott’s helmet was still on, so he wasn’t sure if she’d recognise him. He gestured to the fire extinguisher in his hand. “Will this even put that out?”

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webslxngxing:

“You fell asleep in a jet hanger? That sounds, really, really loud. Like, blow your eardrums level of loud.”

“There’s wasn’t anyone in it when I feel asleep! When I woke up there was though. But not a jet! Some sort of make shift gun range, which scared the crap out of me but it was fine!”

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healing-elixir:

Josh was waiting for the reaction, he’d had pretty much the worst reactions possible this far. His ‘friends’ the Ravagers had beaten him and his parents had kicked him out. Things couldn’t get much worse now. He fixed the other with a deadpan look at his lack of reaction. He’d wager the last clothes he had he was being judged in the others head. Everybody judged, he’d been a part of everybody. “Used to be.” he said quietly, hell he’d been voted most popular and most likely succeed in high school! And now some stranger wanted him to start spilling his guts? If had his way then hopefully no one would want to talk to him until he left this place. “I don’t think that’s going to happen.” he looked away again, “No I don’t.” Nothing about him was nice, he was a monster now.

Scott raised his eyebrows and let out a breath. Reason number one that he couldn’t be a bartender: his drinks sucked. Reason number two: he didn’t seem to have any ability to listen to people’s problems. What if someone got drunk and sad and Scott said the wrong thing? That’d be no good. He leaned against the counter behind him and threw a towel over his shoulder. “Maybe you just need to train or something. ‘Don’t know what’s got you down, but give you time you might just drag down this whole place, buddy.”

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Hera

People who don’t think feminism is necessary need to check their privilege. Everyone should be a feminist because not thinking people are equal makes you an asshole.

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Zeus

ooh,

1. New York City

2. Italy

3. France

It’s all about the food.

Meme here

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Poseidon

“1. Anteaters getting me confused with someone else.

2. One specific appendage not getting big again after getting out of the Ant suit.

3. Never being more than a thief.”

Meme here {still accepting}

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healing-elixir:

To Josh’s mind, this was prison, or as good as. His parents, the Reavers, they all filled him with horror stories about freaks and monsters and how they’d kill without a second thought. Now he was surrounded by them and one himself! He scoffed quietly, finally turning so the guys could see his face, the golden skin, “Not in the least. Thanks for asking.”

Scott was a normal guy. There was no way he’d ever completely understand what it meant to be a mutant and how it felt to be a mutant. At this point, though, he’d already nearly died from someone who wasn’t the cookie-cutter type of person. So he was trying a new thing: act like everyone is just how he expects them to be and be respectful. Also, don’t touch anymore because they could all be lethal like the lust demon. “Well, I don’t get the impression you’re much of a talker,” Scott said, sending Joshua a smile because he was finally looking at him, “but as you can see from my lack of extraordinary skills, I have a lot of down time. If you ever do decide that you want to talk, I am always free. Literally. You’ve got nice hair, by the way.” Was this dude touched by king Midas or something? 

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Demeter

“Summer, are you kidding? That’s the only time the weather is sane in Iowa. If I’m in florida, though, give me spring or something. Ooh, spring break. Definitely spring in Florida.”

Meme here {still accepting}