Wes Color Moodboards
Green and Red (Wes) | Pink and Black (Boze) | Brown and Gray (Flitz) | Blue and Yellow (Damien) | White and Orange (Ian)
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Wes Color Moodboards
Green and Red (Wes) | Pink and Black (Boze) | Brown and Gray (Flitz) | Blue and Yellow (Damien) | White and Orange (Ian)
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I hope Wes raps at Summer games again this year
Wesley Johnson
Animal Shape-Shifting | Fire Manipulation | Explosion Manipulation | Force Field Manipulation | Technology Manipulation | Super Speed | Mind Reading | Wind Manipulation | Super strength | Mind Manipulation | Self Regeneration | Invisibility
*Context: These are the powers that they have in my superhero fanfic The Smosh Superhero Task Force*
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Don’t worry, we know.
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Smosh fellas <3 (X)
(Gals) (More Gals)
The Hunt
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4
*Context: I made some edits for my new fanfiction The Hunt! Check out the fic and read along with the edits!*
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
One of the last people to board the bus, got Mari’s attention. He was tall and muscular with broad shoulders and a chiseled jaw. His hair was dyed silver and swept back. He was definitely attractive. Just her luck, he took the seat next to her. Of course, an attractive guy would sit next to her when she was feeling gross and sweaty and her stomach was not having it. He settles in quickly and as he does, the bus starts moving. Her stomach lurches and she seriously contemplates the love for her sister.
I’m gonna ride this random motivation train until the conductor pulls me from the car, kicking and screaming.
Enjoy this little thing. It’s kinda sad but I'm super proud of it, so enjoy some angst!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Mari showed up on his doorstep, fully aware she was unwelcome, but as usual uncaring. She knocked loudly and waited. Wes opened the door just enough to look out at her. She knew if it weren’t for who he was, he would have slammed the door in her face. Instead, he held the door firmly and addressed her politely. “What brings you here today Mari.”
“Wow.” She smirked crossing her arms, “Did I detect a slight edge to your voice, Wes?”
He sighed and monotoned back. “If you don’t need anything, then maybe you should leave.” He said still very polite, though the edge to his voice was now more of a tone.
“I think you know we still need to talk,” Mari said and Wes sighed.
And we made it all the way to day 3!!!
4 more days of getting steady content from me lol