#guardvengeverse

[possibly-josh]

So my s/o is writing me into a Marvel timeline her and her friends made a while ago. Anyway, my character name Is Josh Wilson, son of Deadpool and Shieklah. He’s 5′7″, has brown hair with an undercut, and horns like his mother’s. He wears flannels, band/graphic tees, and jeans exclusively. He’s on a first name basis with most of the people that were in the school. Josh spends most of his time tailing his and a trying to get Colossus of his back about homework and using his gift a more responsible way. Oh and some info on how little josh Wilson came to be. When Wade and Shieklah split she had recently became pregnant with their baby. Very soon after the split, she married Dracula. After she gave birth, Dracula wanted her son killed, but before he could do so Shieklah secretly sent Josh off to to live with Wade, along with her pet Bug to help keep him safe. His powers include: Regenerative healing, fourth-wall awareness, superhuman strength and speed, enhanced agility, reflexes, endurance, and minor shape shifting. Affiliated groups after Xavier’s School: Deadpool’s Mercs for Money Oh one more thing. His suit is very similar to his dad’s but with the Dark purple and black of his mom’s outfit.

[possibly-josh]

Here’s a little Josh Wilson update:

Yea he’s merc, but he has a heart. When he takes a job he always tries to find a way around killing, unless there isn’t one. Oh, and the money he gets from the jobs. Yea like half of it goes to disaster relief and charity.

[kalamitis]

OC Aesthetics 17/? - Kay Thorsdottir-Monroe

“I’m the next Ruler of Asgard.” Kay said with a smile. “I’m supposed to be an  incorrigible instigator.” Without an ounce of remorse - and even a hint of glee - she let go of the armored truck, dropping it off the bridge. 

“It’s tradition!” she called, just before the vehicle hit the water.

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OC Aesthetics 16/? - Rose Rogers-Carter (part of an art trade with @biireys!)

“-I’ve told you that before. Being fearless is impossible, unless you’re not human. It’s a word we like to use to make ourselves seem great, but I’m sure that Hercules and Thor and Achilles and Alexander the Great and Queen Elizabeth and every great that there ever was has been afraid at one point or another."

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Step-King

“You’re.... what?” It had been a long time since Kay had been in the presence of both her parents at once. What with the constant planning that went into the New Brotherhood, the amount of shit currently going on in Asgard, and the fact that her mother had at least six classes to teach a day, the entire Monroe-Odinson family had barely spent more than a few hours a week together. Sure, Kay could visit Thor, and she could visit Xavier’s - most of the year she actually lived there, and sometimes she substituted for classes - but without a reason, her family time had been few and far between. There was just too much to do, to many to save. 

She would have never guessed that one of the things that needed saving was her parents’ marriage. There was no amount of lightning she could throw, no amount of strength that could be used to hold the tattered remains together. That was why she was here, floating beside the top shelf in Xavier’s library, staring down at the cover of The Mutant Genome: Humanity’s Evolutionary Process like she’d never seen it before.

Below her, Ororo ran her fingers through her hair and continued speaking, as though Kay’s world hadn’t narrowed to the G in Genome. 

“You father and I are taking time, that’s all. We- We’ve been growing apart, you know? We barely have time for each other, anymore. It makes sense to take a break.”

It did make sense. It did. That was why Kay stayed silent, even though she wanted to fight the entire planet. She put a small smile on her face and nodded like she understood, and she kept it moving. She held the book to her chest and floated downward and hugged her mom, pretending she didn’t feel that the woman relaxed. 

And six months later, when her mother came to visit the New Brotherhood at their latest base, trying their hand at helping Sokovia. It was good to be there, helping rebuild homes and buildings, giving the residents places to stay while the construction went on. Kay was going over the specifics with the crew, both human and mutant volunteers, and looking over the blueprints to the twentieth house of the month. Once the process was well on its way - she lifted a few beams and helped with the frame, of course - she stepped aside to speak to her mother, realizing as she went that the older woman looked much happier than the last few times she had seen her. 

“There’s something I have to tell you.” Ororo said, halfway through what had been an enchanting conversation. “I want you to meet my boyfriend.”

There were few things that surprised Kay anymore, being in the superhero game this long she was ready for most super villains, most threats to both humanity and mutant kind, and - as she spent more and more time on Asgard - threats to the entire universe. She’d seen a whole bunch of evil, and moral ambiguity, and it was nothing compared to this- this- 

She felt like Colossus had just punched her in the chest. Which was, of course, insane - Colossus was a big sweetheart, and he’d probably never stutter his way all the way through whatever speech he’d give before punching her - but that didn’t make her emotions calm their shit, did it? Logic never really did. 

“You’re dating.” It wasn’t much of a question, but it was a lot like one, a lot more like a plead for some sense of... normalcy.

“Yes.” Of course she was. She had used the word ‘boyfriend’. Of course she was dating. Holy shit. Holy shit this wasn’t a huge cosmic joke, was it? “I would like you to meet him, this weekend I will be visiting his kingdom and meeting his daughter, and I would like you to come along.”

She hadn’t planned on going. Honestly, Kay was so set on not going that when she did - inevitably, she supposed - show up, it was in what she’d been wearing at Xavier’s- a bright blue, form fitting ‘I’d rather be in Asgard’ tshirt, jeans, the boots from her armor, and her cape, royal blue and flowing. 

Here I am. she thought, almost bitterly, though in spite of herself her curiosity about Wakanda was getting the best of her. Time to meet the royal family.

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Put college friends in the Guardvengeverse 2k16

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............civil war’s got me reevaluating my entire GV-verse LIFE because T’challa and Storm are actually /married in canon/ which means that it looks like somewhere lil GV-verse me got the coolest step dad to ever live.

that’s what I’m saying.

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Imprisoned

Pale fingers paused from where they were playing with her hair, rolling the thin onyx strands between her fingers, and ice blue eyes met dark blue ones. His irises had a slight encroaching of black again, so he'd used his powers recently. She hadn't noticed.

"Stop wha-"

"That."

The combined cell - it was a lot like a dungeon, this place, SHIELD had tossed them, and she wondered if the team knew they were here yet - was still littered with the debris of the wall that had once stood between the two. It seemed that the agency was more determined to keep the two of them from breaking out, not from being together.

"It's my hair." Her voice was slightly defensive, but it didn't seem to come through in this musical bellish tone. Aaliyah's voice was beginning to annoy her, especially when she was used to speaking and hearing herself.

"No, it isn't." She scowled, annoyed and filled with some other unnamed emotion that wouldn't leave her be. "Your's is nicer."

"Suck up." Usually, her emotions would have caused some sort of storm, some extreme overcasted clouds and moaning winds. Man, would that make her feel better.

Instead, Auntie had given her a bracelet to help her control it, that kept her under wraps. It would have only been a matter of time, Loki had pointed out, that they realized the weather around them changed depending on the mood of their captive. Of course, Auntie's way of pointing things out had always been a question and answer, so she found his point of view without him having to say much of anything.

It was a sort of manipulation she had coined quite easily.

"Remind me again why we're here." These were her words, out there in the air between them, as the pale fingers that didn't belong to her, but still remained in her control - this is what I am now, Aaliyah Stormborn - folded into each other and placed themselves on her lap as she bent her knees beneath her.

He mirrored her easily, crossing his legs and sitting across from her on the floor.

"We don't want to work for Loki anymore. We want to fight on the side of good-" She couldn't quite hide the scoff that rose in her throat, but he continued on anyway "-and it would be in the best interest of those watching if they listened to us."

"Those listening don't care." She muttered, running her fingers through her hair only to make another annoyed face. It felt all wrong.

"Then why bother talking?"

"Because the youngest Stark tunes into the highest secured SHIELD broadcasts at this time every week, and it's nice to get to talk to people whose heads aren't permanently shoved up their asses."

A smirk curled on his lips slightly, but it was quickly repressed with a smile. "Ah, yes, the Stark girl. What about the rest of the little, ah... team?"

"They're watching too, of course. Stark called them over once she found out about us. A bit late, maybe, but you know Starks. Want to make sure they're right before they announce it to everyone." A slight huff, and she was standing, rolling her shoulders back, cracking her head from one side to the other. "Pity that mourning makes heroes so blind."

"Death comes to us all."

"No." Her fingers brushed through his hair, and his head tilted back, the smirk still on his face, though his eyes were questioning. Hers were blank, empty of all emotion as they met his, then the hidden camera in the corner.

"Just me."

The security cameras went dark.

SHIELD would rush to them, guns totted, battle ready, but the girl would be asleep, her head resting in the boy's lap.

And the boy would give a laugh that would put Coulson on edge for a very long time.