Oh jeeze, I’m glad someone is interested! Although I’m not sure where to start.
Firebug doesn’t know where he comes from or what he did in the past, all he knows is that he just woke up one day after terrorizing the city being controlled by someone, or something, else.
He assumes he’s an alien or a mutant or something because he doesn’t look at all like anyone else, and while he can understand human language he can’t speak it. His method of communication is clicks and chirps. He’s much stronger than your average human, but he’s a little clumsy with his right arm. This has lead him to believe that he was once left-handed, and he does know that he did have a left arm at one point in his life, he just doesn’t know when or how he lost it.
His left arm is able to summon fire and he has the ability to control the amount of heat it gives off and how far it goes to a certain point.
Overall he’s just confused and scared, and has no idea how the world works or why he’s here and has no idea where to begin in finding out his past.
Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a
popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her
cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more
than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 4,249
confrontation, threats, therapy session, talks of trauma, dangerous situation, talk of messed up people. Author note under cut.
My chemistry teacher was doing an experiment with us where we would hold different salts on splints over a flame and observe the colour change (greens, blues, etc). When we were done we still had plenty of class time left, so to kill time, he put a bunch of random salts mixed together with alcohol into a spray bottle, lit up a Bunsen burner, and sprayed the mixture over the lit flame, making massive multicoloured plumes of fire. Just for kicks. Everyone loved it but we all kept our distance.
Dangerous kids. Always be careful with fire. Be a safe firebug
Tiuraus are elk-like
creatures with seemingly empty skulls in place of a head. At night
the skull comes alive with firebugs, which spread out and light up
the nearby area. Nobody knows the origin of the tiuraus, what they
eat, or even how they’re alive. Folk stories often start with a
tiuraus appearing before the hero, and it is said that the length of
the tail reflects the length of the journey ahead.
50-minute sketch of one of my homebrew DnD monsters.
Sweetie, I am going to be honest with
you. Heartbreak is devastating. You feel sore and empty, mad at the
other person for not returning the attention and feelings you had for
them, and if you had done things for them you feel used. It sucks, it
But I’m going to tell you a secret. You’ll
survive, you’ll love again. Love is that stubborn ember that burns
too hot to be extinguished, it’s just used to light more kindling to
burn even brighter.
You’ll love again Firebug, maybe next time the one you fall for will be the one to fall for you. Keep your passions hot, and your head high.
Legends of Tomorrow AU, where Rip Hunter took advantage of the fact that he’s got a time ship and therefore he doesn’t have to stick to just one time period when assembling his crew.
Mick Rory is an Irish immigrant in mid-19th century San Francisco - also a firebug. Rip picks him up in 1851, just as the fire is getting a good grip in the paint shop he broke into to get a bit of money.
Lady Sara Lance is a courtier at Versailles during the height of the reign of the Sun King - also, secretly the local representative of the League of Shadows, spying on state secrets and occasionally ending a life when required.
Ray Palmer is a brilliant businessman and inventor from the late 21st century and part of a group of like-minded individuals engaged in the founding of what they hope to be a succesful new way of running a state: The Kasnia Conglomerate.
Martin Stein was part of the Manhatten Project, where an extraordinary experiment bonded him with Ronnie Raymond, an engineer from the Navy, turning them into Firestorm. Some twenty years later, Ronnie died under tragic circumstances, leading to Stein ending up having to - somewhat mutually reluctantly - bond with one Jefferson “Jax” Jackson, who mostly volunteered to be tested for compatibility hoping to find a way not to get shipped off to Vietnam along with the rest of the drafted soldiers.
Leonard Snart aka Captain Cold, thief and supervillain from early 21st century Central City. He keeps a heat gun among his possession, twin to the cold gun that gave him his name, but has yet to find someone suitable to wield it.
The reincarnations of Chay-Ara and Khufu from pagan Rome, from the life they both spent fighting and killing as gladiators in the arenas during the reign of Nero. Rip picks them up on the eve of their final battle, where Vandal Savage has arranged for them to fight each other to the death.
Okay, so what would the Mercs reactions be to say some rich business CEO pays the team to look after/protect his 7 year old daughter while...certain matters are taken care of. This little girl though is fairly cute,curious & odd. She's unfazed by the dead bodies that occasionally are seen around, giggles sometimes even. She seems genuinely curious about the mercs line of work, and has been caught trying on their clothes pretending to be them. Lastly, she like teaparty's and invites the mercs.
Hey man, thanks for your ask. This is going to be a long one.
Scout: He takes the first shift taking care of her. The little girl laughs at all his jokes and together they read comic books. When she goes missing Scout freaks out, the kid’s father is going to kill him. He finds her wearing his hat and headphones, waving his metal bat around. He walks in, smiling from ear to ear. “What ya doing?” “Bonk!! I’m you!” Together they run all over the base, the young girl softly hitting the other mercs with the bat.
Pyro: Everything was going well, the young girl was drawing and playing with Pyro’s toys. It all goes south when she puts on a spare mask and scares Pyro. The firebug starts to cry, why is there an other version of them?? This isn’t their enemy. The young girl becomes confused. What did she do wrong?? She never meant to hurt the Pyro. She takes off the mask, moving slowly towards the merc. She hugs them. An understanding, of how far she can go around them.
Solider: Solly first shows her his heads and then his weapons. She asks him about how the guns and rocket launcher works, witch Soldier happily explains. He then teaches her how to use a shotgun. “Solly don’t hand her the gun” “It’s not loaded…… yet”
They spend the rest of their time playing war, where the child wears Solly’s helmet.
Demoman: She gives out a small giggle. “So, you can blow stuff up??” “Yes lass, it’s my job” “Can we blow something up??” The Demoman and the girl are seen outside the base, the girl behind protective glass. While Demo is setting up the explosives around an old truck. He hands her the remote trigger and places on a set of headphones. Using his finger the Demo counts down from five. Sometime after the explosion she asks him a question. “Why do you have one eye??” Tavish takes a deep breath and tells her the tale, skipping over some parts and sugar coating others.
Heavy: By the time it’s Heavy’s time to take care of the girl she’s feeling quite hungry. She sits down at the table while Heavy make the both of them a Sandvitch. At first she is scared of the man, she has never seen a man so big in her life. Heavy notices this so after they finish their meal he shows her photos of his family, he tells her all about his mother. The girl hangs on to every word he says. At the end of his story the Heavy leaves to use the bathroom. When he returns Heavy finds the young child in one of his tops. “Why you wear top??” “I just wanted to feel big” The Heavy has to hold back a laugh, the girl is swimming in his top, it looks more like a dress on her then a top. He picks her up and gives her a piggy back.
Engineer: “No, hun!! Don’t touch that.” Has to lead the young girl out of his work shop. It’s been sometime since he has entertained a child. He decides to take her down into the local toy store to buy some Lego. When they return back to base, he helps her create a small town. “This makes me an engineer right??” “Sure does sweety” “Does that mean I can wear a hat??” The Engi smiles and hands her his hat. They go from building a town into creating a city.
Medic: The young girl gets dropped off at Medics lab when she walks in she sees Heavy on the operating table medi-gun above him. The medic waves her over, the girl seems unfazed as she looks into the Heavy’s chest. “Would you like to touch his ribs??” The girl looks at the German man, she is unsure. It’s the Heavy that assures her. “Little girl can touch rib. It’s ok” Saying nothing she runs her index finger along the bone. The Medic finished up with the Heavy and turns his full attention to the girl before him. “What would you like to do??” “Can we play a game?” “What do you have in mind” The girl smiles. Together they play hospital, the Medic allowing the girl access to his stethoscope, syringes (no needles) and crepe bandages. They do this as the girl walks around in the Medic’s coat.
Sniper: The girl disappears again. Sniper is losing his mind. “Of course the girl goes missing on my watch” He searches high and low. Checking in with all the other mercs, goes all around the outside of the base. It’s until he hears soft giggling where he finds her, inside his van. “Kid, wot are you doing here??” “Scout dared me to come in here” The Sniper makes a mental note to kill the Boston once the kid is gone. Once both are back inside the base the girl notices that the assassin hasn’t taken off his glasses. “It’s rude to wear sunglasses inside” “It ain’t rude if ya need them” The girl doesn’t understand and the Sniper notices her facial expression change. He takes them off kneeling down to hand over his glasses. “These glasses help me see colour” The girl puts them on. “I don’t understand, you can’t see colour” He nods. “Yep. I have red / green colorblindness” The girl hands back the glasses, she looks ashamed. “I’m sorry.” “Nah it’s ok.”
Spy: The Spy stays in the same room as the young girl. He is annoyed that he can’t smoke or drink. Still the man does have a soft spot for kids. He tells her some of his adventures and shows her some tricks with his butterfly knife.
Ok that is the head canon part done, now onto the tea party.
It’s late, the team is in the dining room cleaning up after a large meal. The girl they are all being paid to look after is drawing on the floor. Sniper walks past Scout slapping him softly at the back of the head.
“That’s for daring the kid into my van” “Come on Snipes it was funny” The assassin looks Scout dead in the eyes, his facial expression is neutral. If looks could kill. “You gotta admit slim” The Engineer says as he wipes down the stove. “It was a laugh to see you run around. Think it was the most exercise you got in years.”
The entire team bursts into laughter. A sigh escapes the Sniper’s lips, he flips off the Texan. The young girl takes this as her queue. She goes up to each team member handing an invitation.
“I hope you can come” She says before walking out. The team take a moment to read over the invite they’ve been given. The Scout is the first to speak. “A tea party! We’ve got to go.” All the mercs nod in agreement, they would not dare break the little girl’s heart.
By the time the girl is found she has set up a small room with biscuits, teacups and a teapot. All the men take a seat on the floor. However the Snipers face goes from one of boredom to one of annoyance. “This is my tea set” Demoman chips is. “You own a tea set Snipes??” “It’s my mother” The assassin says defensively. The girl hands out the teacup and starts to pour the imaginary tea. For the night all nine harden killers play tea party until the young girl finally wishes to go to bed.
Yo. Sorry the tea party story was short but I gotta wrap things up.
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A little Texas Toast for you all. It’s a cold night in Coldfort…
“It’s dead as a doornail.” Engineer announced to seven blue-tinged faces and one black respirator. “Gonna need some parts from town to fix it.”
All eyes were on the oddly shaped metal slab on the kitchen table. Ostensibly it had once been a functioning part of Coldfort’s furnace, which was now non-functioning due in large part to it now, in fact, sitting on the opposite side of the base. Outside, the wind howled, rattling the windows in their panes, and a collective shiver ran through the group.
“Engineer.” Spy lit his cigarette as smoothly as he could, but it was impossible to miss the trembling of the flame as he brought it towards him. “You cannot get to town until this storm passes.”
Engineer nodded. “Yup. I reckon that’s right.”
“This storm is forecasted to sit over this god-forsaken mountain for the next two days.”
“Yup. I reckon that’s right, too.”
Spy snapped his lighter shut. “So you are saying that we will be without heat, in the middle of a blizzard, for two days?”
Engineer paused. The team leaned forward. Then he crossed his arms. They leaned forward more, watching as the gears worked inside that impressive brain. And then he paused again before finally shaking his head.
“Naw. I figure it’s gonna be closer to four. Gotta actually get to town for the dag-burn part first.”
At the back of the room, Heavy shrugged. “Is not so bad. Is like home.”
“Yeah, okay for you, Abominable Snowman, but how about us who ain’t had time to fatten up for winter?” Scout scowled before withering under the Russian’s glare.
Engineer held up his hands. “Look, I know it ain’t the news you boys were lookin’ for, but I ain’t figured out how to bend space and time. Yet. In the meantime, we got firewood and fireplaces, and I recommend we all get to usin’ ‘em. And you might wanna find a buddy and get cozy. A little body heat goes a long way to keepin’ a fella warm.”
“Hummh huh muh.” Pyro’s mumbled cheerfully as they deposited another armful of blankets onto the bed.
“Not at all, partner. Happy to have you.” Engineer grinned as he tossed another log on the fire. After the meeting in the kitchen, he’d been glad to have the firebug clamp onto him like a dog on a bone. Pyro seemed in better spirits than the others about the whole situation, but that just might have been that their asbestos suit was as good at keeping a body warm when it was cold as it was keeping a body cool where it was hot. No matter what it was though, they were a fair bit more cheerful about the whole thing than anyone else. If he was gonna suffer through this blizzard, he was at least going to do it with a smile.
Pyro hummed happily to themselves as they lay their blankets out on top of Engineer’s bed. Already dressed in pink striped flannel pajamas and with a nightcap on top of their mask, they looked ready to bed down for the evening.
It wasn’t a bad idea. Even with the fire roaring away in the fireplace, there was enough chill in the air to make his joints start ache, and that meant that working on any of his partially completed blueprints would have been about as much fun as walking barefoot through a patch of prickly pears.
The bedsprings squeaked as Pyro hopped under the covers and snuggled down under four quilts, two duvets, and two blankets.
“You look like the ‘Princess and the Pea’ if the princess decided to sleep under all them mattresses.” Pyro threw their arm over their head in an exaggerated swoon, and he chuckled as he got back to his feet and made his own way to the bed. He wasn’t as bundled up as Pyro, but he was thanking Mama Conagher back in Bee Cave for the new pair of long underwear that she’d slipped in his suitcase during his last trip home. Between that and the knit cap on his head, he almost felt warm. Reaching over to the small side table, he turned off the lamp as he squirmed his own way under the covers.
As he got comfortable there was the sound of rubber being worked between fingers, and an odd ploff as the mask was dropped to the ground in surprisingly careless fashion.
“It is cold.” Pyro whispered. “Do you think I could see my breath?”
“I reckon so. But I’ll be damned if I’m reaching my arm back out there to turn on the light for you to find out.”
“Ahhhhhh…. Oh, Engie! I can see it!”
Engineer turned his head just enough to see the silhouette of Pyro’s head illuminated by the base’s external security lights. Their chin jutted out just a little as puffs of breath hung like ghosts in the cold night air.
“Ain’t that something?” He yawned and pulled his cap down a little more before laying his head down onto the pillows.
“Ooooooh… Ahhhhhhhh…” Pyro continued watching their little bellows of air. “Whoooooo-rar!”
Engineer squeaked as he felt a pair of hands grab at him under the covers. “Tarnation! What in Sam Hill are you doin’?”
“I couldn’t decide if I was gonna be a steam train or a dragon.” Pyro giggled as they buried their face into his shoulder. “So I decided to be both.”
Engineer sighed, but rolled over just enough to let Pyro wriggle over the rest of the way. It involved a little wriggling on both of their parts, but eventually they were comfortable, buried under blankets and with the crackling of the fire to lull them to sleep.
“Count yourself lucky you’re a space heater, else I’d be kicking you outta here so quick it’d make Scout’s head spin.” he muttered as he felt flannel wrapped legs bump up against his own.
It was too dark to properly see Pyro, but Engineer reckoned there was a tongue being stuck out at him at that moment.