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... 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖲𝖮 𝖨 𝖡𝖴𝖱𝖭: an independent & selective portrayal of JOHNNY STORM from marvel comics. ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱᴛɪᴄ ꜰᴏᴜʀ . the human torch. explorer. comic and headcanon based, inspired by various runs. plot-driven. scorched by ray ( they/them, est, 25+ ) & affiliated with @madewebs.
✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊. ( a collection of various location prompts centered around time & weather. feel free to adjust as desired. )
[ 1AM ] the stoop of a brightly lit psychic shop, pondering haven from the rain. [ 2AM ] the [ lobby / room ] of a run-down motel during a tumultuous storm. [ 3AM ] a dark graveyard thick with petrichor, well beyond visiting hours. [ 4AM ] an empty, rusty gas station nearly flooding with rainwater. [ 5AM ] a cabin in the frozen woods, large fire raging under the hearth. [ 6AM ] a bus stop hazily lit by the rising sun, earth smelling of petrichor. [ 7AM ] a crowded coffee shop, patrons in a rush to escape the morning rain. [ 8AM ] a serene camping site overlooking a valley, air humid & fresh. [ 9AM ] a diner smelling of breakfast food as rain patters on the window. [ 10AM ] a walled-in garden full of flowers, just as the afternoon heat sets in. [ 11AM ] an empty public playground, equipment hot from the sun. [ 12PM ] the middle of a sweltering outdoors shopping center. [ 1PM ] the side of the highway after your car breaks down from the heat. [ 2PM ] a bustling farmer's market ripe with produce, unhindered by the rain. [ 3PM ] a city sidewalk gloomy with mist & countless puddles. [ 4PM ] the forested perimeter of a vast lake, cold from snow melt. [ 5PM ] a [ restaurant / diner ], interior lights flickering under a fierce storm. [ 6PM ] a car interior, passengers stuck on a dangerously snowy & dark road. [ 7PM ] an outdoors event as the heat backs off, full of laughter & live music. [ 8PM ] the long queue of a club, impatient patrons stuck in the rain. [ 9PM ] the threshold of an apartment, knocking to be let out of the hailstorm. [ 10PM ] a windy beach past public hours, grains of sand mimicking the stars. [ 11PM ] the backseat of a car parked in the pouring rain on a lonely road. [ 12AM ] a pier on the cold, misty waterfront as fireworks are let off.
seeing johnny on screen again made me happy.
&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.
( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )
❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜
❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜
❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜
❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜
❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜
❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜
❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜
❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜
❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜
❛ come back to bed. ❜
❛ you look good like this. ❜
❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜
❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜
❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜
❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜
❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜
❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜
❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜
❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜
❛ may i have this dance? ❜
❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜
❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜
❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜
❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜
❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜
❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜
❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜
❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜
❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜
❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜
❛ well? how do i look? ❜
❛ can’t sleep? ❜
❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜
❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜
❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜
❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜
❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜
❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜
❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜
❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜
❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜
❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜
❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜
❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜
❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜
❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜
❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜
❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜
❛ kiss me again. ❜
❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜
❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜
❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜
❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜
❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜
❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜
❛ i was wrong about you. ❜
❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜
❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜
❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜
❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜
❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜
❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜
❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜
❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜
❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜
first crush johnny storm
Boy!
he doesn't get it. PLAYING SUPERHERO ISN'T A GAME. it's fate. we choose to do good. choose to do bad. it's a choice. / peter parker / spider-man from marvel's earth-616, as swung by leaf. ©
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@madewebs said: i miss you.
❝ do you? ❞ he sits, guarded, in the place they’ve made their own. EYES TO THE DARKENED SKY. this is where they tell stories, seek advice, and open forever. this is where they fell in love. bright days seem to go more often than they come, don’t they? the fire always dies. ❝ because this is who i am. i get angry, i lash out, i push people away. i’m a mess. why would you miss that? ❞ the self is bruised and a recent argument with reed clouds his mind. GROW UP, JOHNNY. accusations of selfishness and immaturity scratch and burrow. he feels patronized by his sister, naively worshipped by his boyfriend, and there’s nowhere for the heat to go but out: out to the ones that hold him. ❝ ... sorry. i miss you, too. reed just pissed me off and then i was distant with you and — well, that made me feel worse. ‘cause you don’t deserve that. ❞
felicia is so right.
madewebs:
life’s too short to not grasp it with both hands. today’s onslaught has reminded peter of that — reminded him that inaction is time wasted, lost in the unknowable chasm of time, never to be found again. so much of his time has been spent waiting; for his parents, for answers, for justice. and if he’s not waiting, then he’s probably out doing something stupid. heroic, but still stupid.
maybe that’s why he finally plucked up the courage to speak; maybe that’s why the words, as jumbled and incoherent as they are, finally travel from imagination to reality. he stands atop the statue of liberty, mask clasped in his his hands, hazel eyes watching the sun catch johnny just right, and peter forgets how to breathe.
then again, this is how they’ve always been for him. johnny waltzes around new york as if he’s the beloved son of the sun, shining brighter than anyone he’s ever known. at first he found it insufferable, and the inevitable clashing of heads and personalities made his early crimefighting just that little more interesting. but as time went on, things changed, and peter found himself holding his breath as the human torch flew past, his heart beating like a drum within. antagonism became friendship, and friendship became something else.. friendship became longing.
❝ a second to— ❞ mouth clamps shut as johnny begins to prowl towards him, slow and lazy movements that leave peter plenty of opportunity to retreat if he wants to. he doesn’t move. transfixed, he watches as johnny closes the space, crowds into him until the world narrows into this single, shining moment. he can smell johnny’s cologne mixed in with the ever-present scent of his flames, an intoxicating mix that’s imprinted itself in peter’s subconscious, haunting him wherever he goes. he can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t see anything other than the power of his gaze, the tantalising look of his lips.
the moment their lips finally meet is like the birth of a star, blinding in its brilliance and powerful in its power. years of need crash into the ever moving city of new york, and peter throws himself into it. his arms rest on johnny’s hips, pulling him closer, and his eyelids flutter shut as he tilts his head and matches johnny’s need with his own. why’d they wait so damn long to do this?
pulling away, peter licks his lips, savouring the taste he’s dreamt of for so long. his eyes slowly open, and a dreamy sort of smile parts his lips. ❝ johnny, ❞ he whispers, an echo of the way johnny had said his name only a moment ago. then his brows furrow. ❝ y’didn’t let me finish. ❞
a beautiful ache. johnny has been falling into peter parker for a thousand days and nights but for the first time, there is hope. desire shared up high, a meeting spot that drips with meaning and care. peter colors this city — he sees their friendship everywhere. splashes of memory in every bakery, pizza shop, and skyscraper they’ve raced passed while showing off for each other. IF ONLY YOU KNEW HOW EASILY YOU CAN REACH ME. johnny is his to torment. one look into the spider’s eyes and his stomach is doing vaults. closer than they’ve ever been before. it devours him. shakes the already trembling foundations.
❝ . . . you kissed me back, what’s there to finish? you’re obviously obsessed with me. my number one fan, an autograph under your pillow, maybe a dreamy poster on your wall. the usual stuff. man, how often do you think about my chest— ❞ forced, false confidence. the subtlest wavering that only an eternal friend could pinpoint. the truth is, this page surprises him. he’s used to the loneliness of his fantasies, has grown bitterly comfortable with watching peter suck face with black cat or attractive redheads that put the fear of god into the shadows as they crack case after case. pals and nothing more; to dream of something softer was to drag a knife across the palm of his hand. HE HAD TO PROMISE HIMSELF TO STOP DRAWING BLOOD. TO LET GO OF THE WILD THINGS. disbelief lingers in his gaze now, so much time spent in solemn acceptance, but the traces of peter on his lips are pure and true. there’s no greater moment to hold onto. ❝ you kissed me back, ❞ he repeats. ❝ wow. i definitely wasn’t expecting us to ever, like... do that. ❞ he had tons of chances but the hardest thing in the world is telling the shattering truth to the people that matter. the risk feels deadly.
johnny sighs. reality settles and warms. with his body now against his, he laughs at his own ignorance. they might be superheroes but lord have mercy — they’re morons. ❝ tell me, ❞ johnny urges gently. ❝ you were gonna say something and i want to hear it. i always want to hear you. ❞
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊'𝒎 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓-𝒎𝒂𝒏. weird things happen to me all the time. ©
“ what? is it over? ”
the last embers seethe and hiss, the glow of his skin fading. BUT DOES IT EVER TRULY END ? he holds out his hand in warning, heat still gathered within. mind and soul. DANGER, DANGER. “ — hey, watch it! don’t come so close. I COULD BURN YOU, @worthfuls. ” his breath is heavy and he slowly softens in the aftermath of battle. the invader was held in johnny’s grip as he flew to the sky and unleashed his devastation. nothing but ashes now. a job done, a day saved.
“ . . . sorry. yeah. lights out for the baddies. are you okay? ”
grabs johnny's hand & drags him away from the party. "stop hanging out with your girlfriend and hang out with me instead. i'm way cooler."
charming to the core. while kourtney gossips with the other models, @madewebs pulls his attention away from the blinding glamour, and he greets him with full amusement. there’s no fight here, never has been ; he’ll choose him forever. where does it come from, this intensity, the desire to be alone but joined, to not miss a day, and what if peter never calls it intimacy? BURN. I’LL BURN.
❝ what are you doing here? ❞
it’s a laugh rather than an interrogation. peter being endearingly absurd isn’t what johnny would call a shock. a slow night of patrol means he’s finding a way to be heroic elsewhere — save johnny storm from the wicked elite. he allows himself to be tugged away and wanders outside, the backyard lit by the pool lights. ❝ her friends are, like, way pretentious. they’ve been making fun of other people since we got here. she doesn’t join in but she doesn’t seem to mind either. ❞ outwardly, johnny might appear to have an inflated sense of his own self-importance, but he doesn’t cut people down. ❝ hey pete… do ya like her? be honest. ❞
barnaes:
his are bones that crack and crumble, have withered away under centuries of weight, hands that took and shaped them into something he did not recognise. what else was there other than duty, whispered as a lullaby until the words sunk into his bones, reminded him that the only worth he could have is standing as protector. in youth, he was gifted an idol to worship, gazed hungry eyes on a shield and learnt by its side, knew that the greatest gift to give would be his life. and now bones crumble and hands are tinged with red, the past a horror he cannot escape, a rope tied tight and waiting. what is there but duty? the same old weight that lingers in his bones, cobwebs he can never wipe down.
@soiburn : you’ll be no help to anyone if you run yourself into the ground.
❛ there’s still work to be done. ❜ no rest for the wicked. he will stay until the last rubble is freed from blood, when bones are wearied but the dead are buried and the living back home. he pays penance in actions, seeks out any salvation that here can be, makes amends for every action that brought him to where he stands. ❛ i’ll head back once everything here is done. not a moment sooner. ❜
never one to spotlight the folly of his own ways. tenderly willing, always, to pour himself into guiding another ; a smile, a joke, the declaration that even his agonizing flames have an ending. sanctuary in the ruins they make. AN EDUCATED MAN MAY CALL IT AVOIDANCE, HE CALLS IT HUMANITY. warmth still lingers in this place. the city isn’t dead but it needs help sometimes. are we strong enough, full of enough love, to give it?
❝ so you break your back finding who did this and then what? there’s always going to be something. always more. ❞
torment is as promised as the sun. you can’t talk about the hero without also mentioning the tragedy. the crushing weight of responsibility. mistakes made when there was no other choice. shame, like an anchor, and a vow to be better. ❝ i’ve been there. it’s never enough. i wish it was, but it’s not. ❞ bodies fill the ambulances. the dusting of a battlefield begins. a sigh breaks from johnny as he regards the other through the thinning smoke and says, ❝ we … we can’t do anything else right now, james. come on. ❞
invinse:
“ WHOA, 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇? “ if he’d been standing any closer to @soiburn , he’d be toast. “ what do they call you anyways? FLAME BOY? “
❝ the human torch, ❞ he corrects. the way ‘flame boy’ sounds on the tongue — YUCK! ❝ flame on is my catchphrase, i can’t be called flame boy. that’s too much flame. and i’m offended that you think i’d burn you. i’m a pro here, i know how to handle the heat! ❞
