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@stretchbeyondgenius
Tilt-shift meets interstellar imagery, by St. Tesla, via Neatorama.
New Avengers #7 (2005)
what a nerd
the mun's interpretation
♚ Do you agree with fandom interpretation of your character?
♤ Has your muse developed to be different from their canon selves through roleplay?
✘ Any unpopular opinions about your muse?
♧ Any part of their canon portrayal you dislike?
☯ Is your muse liked or disliked by fandom? Does this affect your portrayal?
♢ What's your opinion on different interpretations of your muse?
✦ Has your own interpretation changed from when you first began playing the character?
✍ Has new canon material ever forced you to adjust your headcanons?
✎ What do you wish the author would reveal/had revealed about your muse?
✿ Why did you decide that they [insert headcanon here]?
❀ Share a headcanon you have not shared.
Really Ms. Stark. I already have the premier expert in cybernetics to deal with.
First of all, RUDE. Second, that is no reason to ignore Sue! Even when I’m holed up in my lab, I still talk to Pepper. Also, I’ve been exploring the multiverse with my ENERGY EFFICIENT PORTAL.
“Are you still dating Pepper? Congratulations.” Reed cocked his head thoughtfully, “That’s got to be a record for a continuous relationship. Really? Interdimensional travel? You should talk to Valeria. She’s just gotten into. It’s nice to see her following in my footsteps, I still remember sending my first toy car into the n-zone.”
FIGHT ME, NERD. @stretchbeyondgenius
Really Ms. Stark. I already have the premier expert in cybernetics to deal with.
Reblog if you're a Ravenclaw.
gryffindor | hufflepuff | slytherin
Shit my physics prof says
“And that’s exactly why your hand is attached to your body and doesn’t randomly fly through the room!”
“Alright, just let me use my crossbow for this.”
“Did I just shoot you? I didn’t mean to shoot you!”
“Why wouldn’t you have a random morning star laying around?”
“Don’t fucking leave your spoon on the moon then!”
“I’m probably going to kill one of you. Anyone wanna go first?”
“It’s like you parked your car on the sun. Same result.”
“Who else am I going to ask how to get rid of a body then?”
“Math doesn’t have any feelings, but you can hurt it anyway.”
“Are we doing voodoo now? We’re doing voodoo now.”
“I pretty sure a demonic thing ate it. That’s the only explanation.”
“Like, imagine you go on a nice trip… but in space!”
“I wanted to tell you an epic story, but my wife said no, so the epic story didn’t even happen.”
“Of course we could always just set it on fire and see what happens.”
“Nothing to feel loved like talking to yourself in a room full of people.”
“Well, it’s supposed to be done that way but — scratch that, it never works.”
“You disturbed the monkey!”
“Why did none of you get me coffee. I hate all of you.”
“There’s three types of people. Star Wars fans, Trekies, and idiots.”
“No. I just like blowing stuff up.”
(Imitates chainsaw noises.)
“Oh, come on, you can’t all be saving Hyrule at the SAME time.”
“Everything gets better with breadsticks.”
“OH MY GOD, THE ZOMBIE OUTBREAK. THEY ARE COMING.”
Send a ❦ if you'd consider shipping our muses.
namor demonstrates how to properly use a reed
College!AU
The other boy entered like a storm rolling it. Reed turned, startled. Seemingly oblivious to the cloud of muted disgust and rage, he grinned at his new roommate. Reed didn’t have many friends, but according to The spatial character of friendship formation physical proximity was key to making them. Having a roommate would be the perfect starting point.
“I know.” He dropped his bag on the bed with a thump, almost knocking over the lamp next to him. “Apparently Kirby Dorm is under asbestos investigation so there’s been some impacting. ” Reed smiled, “We’re still pretty lucky, a bunch of kids are in triples. I promise I’m neat and quiet, if you are worried about that. No big parties here, unless you count study parties. Unless you like parties…” He trailed off, taking in a much needed breath.
Dark eyes narrowed in haughty disapproval at the other’s attempt to engage him. This was, he decided, either a boy with no social experience whatsoever, or a dangerous degree of stubborn optimism. More likely both, and an inferior in either case. Victor was thoroughly unimpressed, but for lack of anything better to do, he decided to play along. The scowl eased, if only slightly. His features leant themselves to a natural degree of sullen disapproval, as if they’d formed entirely to warn others of his nature in advance. “Given the options of asbestos exposure or two chirping idiots to crowd the room, I suppose it could be worse,” he said mildly. There was a pause as he gave his new roommate a brief but thorough glance. A conclusion of some sort was finally reached, and he extended his hand, still unsmiling. “Victor Von Doom, of Latveria,” he offered, guarded cool replacing the overt disdain. “And no, I do not like parties–nor any other distraction.”
“Good—great. That’s great. Me too. Just eat, sleep, and science.” Reed’s grin racked up another notch as he shook the other boy’s hand with a fierce enthusiasm. He’d had been worried that his roommate would be more Biff than Brown. The boy, Victor, seemed nice. At least he wasn’t actively trying to stuff Reed in a trash can or talking about sports.
“Reed Richards, of California.” The smile dimmed momentarily as he tried to place the semi-obscure country. “…Which is essentially the opposite of Latervia. An average low of sixty-four degrees as opposed to negative forty.” People talked about the weather, right? According to popular culture meteorology was good small talk. Reed had two modes of conversation. Excited rambling about science and nervously rambling about what was technically small talk. “Eastern Europe, right? That has to be at least an eleven hour flight. I thought I had it bad coming from the SFO.”
Mighty Avengers 26. “It’s on, bitch.”
This version of Reed Richards ALMOST makes me want to read Ults stuff.
New Avengers #2
Send me, "its way past your bedtime" for your muse to walk in at 3:37 in the morning to find my muse isn't asleep.
College!AU
With little more than a withering scowl at his surroundings, Victor pushed through the door, somehow managing both a large, weathered box and a startling pile of textbooks. These seemed to be his only belongings, and were quickly dropped on the bed’s thin mattress as he breezed past Reed, scarcely seeming to notice him.
He lifted the top book in the stack, and perused its contents as if he were the only one present, broad back to Reed in singular indifference,
“I requested a private room,” he noted, without looking up, then snapped the text shut to consider his ‘companion’ at last. “Which means that your paperwork must be in error.” Although his command of English was nearly flawless, the thick accent that skewed each long syllable said all their was to know of his origins–geographically speaking, at least.
Expectantly, he watched Reed, rather like a biologist with a new specimen for study.
The other boy entered like a storm rolling it. Reed turned, startled. Seemingly oblivious to the cloud of muted disgust and rage, he grinned at his new roommate. Reed didn’t have many friends, but according to The spatial character of friendship formation physical proximity was key to making them. Having a roommate would be the perfect starting point.
“I know.” He dropped his bag on the bed with a thump, almost knocking over the lamp next to him. “Apparently Kirby Dorm is under asbestos investigation so there’s been some impacting. ” Reed smiled, “We’re still pretty lucky, a bunch of kids are in triples. I promise I’m neat and quiet, if you are worried about that. No big parties here, unless you count study parties. Unless you like parties...” He trailed off, taking in a much needed breath.
@stretchbeyondgenius
“Reed Richards?!”
“…Yes?”