Feb 14, 2020
four of them.
seen from Japan
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seen from United Kingdom
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four of them.
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Thank you so much for FFAL! The ending did feel pretty solid, but I wouldn't be opposed to a new story with Ana and Mac again. Like if you had a series involving them. I think I remember you mentioning something about bringing Stark in? (Warning: overactive imagination incoming) I haven't watched the old Iron Man movies in forever but I think he has a home in Malibu and we know Ana and Mac will be moved to Cali (?). It would be cool to see them a couple months later with new lives then STARK
This sounds fun, but the question becomes how to start a series. Do I make the series connect somehow? Or do Mac and Ana just suddenly get over what happened to them? Do I mention past events in the new stories or just go blank slate, so new readers don’t have to read like 45k in a fandom they don’t participate in to understand?
I did have vague ideas and plans for Ironman, but. Like. Understanding how to move forward, keep it fun for me, keep it quality for readers, and find time for RL and original content writing is a struggle.
i would pay good money to see you continue using Mac and Ana to tumbling into other fandom situations. i feel like while they do have there own story and spirit, the two are almost there to give a diff introspection in diff situations. for example, the whole civil war thing with the un/innocence of bucky barnes, i wonder how Ana would react to the overwhelming support the winter soldier has for things dindt consent to but did anyway. also coulson's [fake] death.
This is a solid argument. Mac and Ana are very different from a lot of the people that the MCU has, in the fact that they have incredibly different upbringings and backgrounds than main characters.
It's not okay, but it will be.
They are scared. So scared.
Mac and Ana consider their options and receive an invitation.
Did I or did I not see you asking for prompts???? What we really need is some Mac and Ana making immature jokes, fun violent shoulder punches, and bewildered people.
This scene is something I wanted to put in the fic but somehow it never made it in. So thank you for giving me the chance to finally write this.
There is a downside to driving non-stop to Canada and giving the girls no other option but to eat leftovers and gas station fair. That much becomes obvious to Victor on the second day of their impromptu jaunt.
“Ana, Jesus Christ almighty, control yourself,” the larger one spits vehemently.
Girly herself shows more spine in that moment than she has since she decked her partner at the dinner table on the first night this merry band met.
“My ass that was me! What crawled inside you and died, Mac? You need to see a doctor,” the she hisses back, dead eyes gone flinty. She lifts her shirt over her nose, glaring daggers at her auburn haired friend who has her head stuck out the window, wind whipping over her face.
Victor’s own window is down as well, but it seems like as soon as the cab clears it’s filled with noxious gas again. With his nose it’s enough to make his eyes water, and if he didn’t have plans he would have burned this car with them in it. He knows that he has only himself to blame for this, because that sausage shit they all had yesterday sure as hell looked off, but he’s eaten worse things from dirtier places and never had this happen.
“I’m going to vomit, you sick bitch,” Mac barks, and the venom in her words is not faked.
“That’s- oh my god you did it again. Get over-”
Girly struggles with her seat belt for a second, and Victor grunts as she manages to get it undone. Her foot rises up from around the gear shift to find purchase on the seat as she twists to begin punching the other woman in the thigh. It slips off the cheap cover and ends up in his side, and she squawks as her balance goes. The defender becomes the attacker, taking advantage of the fall.
“Stop. Farting. Right. Now,” Huffs the Kid, punctuating every word with a strike.
Girly writhes like an eel, hands coming up to defend her face and neck. It’s good to see they aren’t complete amateurs at brawling, though the amount of force they are using against each other is surprising.
“You stop it!”
They go at each other like cats in an alleyway, yowling and squalling the whole while. Honestly, if this wasn’t the most entertaining shit he’d seen in years, he’d be pissed at the noise.
As it is, he leans over to relieve some of the pressure building in his gut.
What the fuck was in those sausages?