esotericrobin:

In other news…I got a callback audition!!!!! :D

blackhawk-assassin:

Another roll of emerald green eyes before they shot over to him, raising eyebrows. “I trusted you to jump of a building with me on your back, you should at least trust me to not injure you in your sleep…” her jaw drops open and she slows her steps “Did you just compare me to a butterfly? I can’t believe this, I thought we were friends”. Annalee acts offended, turning up her chin and looking away from him and up at the sky, crossing her arms stubbornly. When she finally takes the moment to think about what he said she looks over with her nose crinkled in disgust “Any bug that flies is weird…bugs shouldn’t have wings” she nodded. His reaction causing her to laugh before pointing a finger at him. “You can’t tell anyone that, that’s how rumors start” she drops her hand, and both her arms to her side. “I am not a robot…I’m too blonde to be one” she winks and nods her head “Of course I do. Are you kidding? Between my parents and Peter I always am trying to feed someone when I’m home, always food”.

Micheal reached up and slid his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose with his index finger. “Well…I mean….look at my face. How could you not trust my face? That and…well, I don’t know. You look like you snore and thrash about while you sleep. That could be pretty hazardous. Imagine it; I’m snoozing on your couch, then boom! Your snoring knocks my arse off.” He slapped his stomach and laughed heartily. It was a bit over the top, but fitting for the situation. His laugh didn’t last long though, and he was tugging on her sleeve in an apologetic manner. “Hey-heeeeey. Butterflies are cool too. In a weird….disturbi-okay. They’re not cool. Maybe you’re a..a..otter or something.” Micheal huffed a bit and puffed out his cheeks. “Oy. Bugs are kinda like my cousins. Just like you humans. Always tryin to keep a good bug down.” He acted as if he was disappointed and shook his head with pursed lips. “Oh I’ve seen blonde robots. That bot from The Jetsons was blonde…or I always pictured her blonde. ANd good No more delay. To the the apartment, super agent lady!”

blackhawk-assassin:

Annalee had a rising panic in her stomach, masked by a stone facade she wouldn’t let be destroyed. Not only was she concerned about the mass panic erupting around them in the sky, and the chaos unfolding still below them. She was far passed worry when it came to Micheal outside the aircraft’s mixed in with the explosions, her eyes scanning the sky as she searched for him. Hearing him responding that he was trying to find his way back towards the aircraft rested her mind partially, but never fully. Firing at an enemy aircraft she shot through the windshield, before firing at the wing and sending the craft spiraling towards the ground.

Retreating was the last thing she wanted to do, but there was no way to attack back if they all winded up dead. That’s what fueled her decision, the fact that they weren’t going to retreat fully. If she kept her thoughts grasped on that then the guilt wouldn’t eat at her to the point of no return. The madness that could erupt in her mind if she saw herself completely backing down from a fight wouldn’t be fought back easily. The blonde wasn’t brainless though, she knew that evacuations and shelters would be filled soon and the unplanned attack would lead any survivors underground until a plan of proper attack was ready. Sending more agents out to be killed would be useless and would weaken earths forces more than it could take.

“Depends on if it’s still safe…or standing, this honestly isn’t looking good” While searching for Micheal Annalee and her co-pilot were still fighting, taking down as many crafts as possible. Her eyes widened hearing his voice in her earpiece as he fell, she didn’t know what was happening though, and immediately thought the worst until she heard him again and saw him through the stained glass windshield. Sighing in relief even as she rolled her eyes at his comment, a weak and strained laugh passing her lips as she opened the back and heard him flop inside, closing it once he was inside.

Immediately she followed in tow with the other Jets, leaving the enemy fighters hovering in the air without a further target to aim at aside from the tails of the jets. “What the hell happened back there?” she questioned, glancing back at Micheal on the floor, concern in her eyes before she quickly turned her sight back to the sky. The jet making it’s way back to SHIELD with her guidance. 

Micheal took a moment to gather himself. His chest heaved with loud pants and sore groans. The funny thing was, despite everything that was happening around them, all he could think about was how aching his muscles were going to be tomorrow. “I think I broke my…unh..everything.” Grunting and rolling over onto his side, he managed to lift himself to his feet with the wall’s aid. He then pulled his mask off to take in a breath of air that wasn’t polluted with blood and smoke stains that covered his mask.  

“Bugs…Big…big bugs.” Micheal managed to describe what he saw in as many words he could muster as he made his way to stand behind the two pilots. “Humanoid..insectoid…bugs from the bodies I saw. Like that movie mimic with the giant cockroaches that kill peo-aand I lost you.” He reached up, wincing from the pain of his fractured ribs, and leaned against the overhead rail. 

The few remaining pilots were being picked off durig their retreat, but the aliens never pursued. They merely quarantined. “Hawk….” Micheal started, the look in his eyes made it obvious something had just came to his realization. “Fury and Hill now missing in action. Thor and Tony off in Asgard..and your parents probably occupied wherever they are…you’re kind of in charge right now. No pressure though.” His attempts at lightening the mood with humour probably came up rather short, but it was all he had. Truthfully, he just wanted to lay down and let his body heal. He could feel his head starting to get light and vision blur. 

The alien air strike was now coming to an end as well. All remaining ships circled once around their carrier before retreating back to the underside of the massive ships and disappearing inside. The ground however was a different story. The alien ground forces were now occupying major cities by hording the humans into, what seemed to be, some sort of high walled off concentration camps. The insectoids, themselves, towered well over seven feet, making the weapons in their three fingered hands unnecessary. Their helms hid their grotesque features, but most of the humans were able to let their imagination run to give them an idea of what their invaders may look like.

“I guess we’re avoiding the cities.” Micheal noted, catching a glimpse of the city down below. I wonder if that sandwich place is still standing? Man, she made some great sammiches. The only way I’ve ever managed to get a lady to make me a sandwich.” 

(Source: redspydey)

alphamaguire:

I guess before doing research on Tamaran and Krypton, I should learn to spell it, huh? Anyway, the thing that gets me about these two is, why is it the sole survivors are always related? Starfire/Blackfire? Kal/Kara? Billions of inhabitants, but no other survivors from the other half of the planet? There wasn’t anyone else with the resources to evacuate? 

Yea, no. What if others DID survive and both races learned their fellow Tamaraneans and Kryptonians were no living on earth? What if both wish to make earth their new home planet, thus making it ground Zero for a three way war? 

Oh, and not all the Tamaraneans and Kryptonians will look like Star or Supes. I figure they should look just as diverse as earthlings. 

Yea…yea let’s do this.

This is open to all genres, by the way.

Let’s save the world…

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