Pyro had been in the crowd primarily to report on The Deepâs public appearance, but in all honesty he was beginning to grow more and more curious about who these Supes actually were. Every single time he watched someone fawn over them or turn a blind eye just because they were famous, Pyro could feel the rage burning up inside him. Over the years since Thanosâ attack, he hadnât really had much to be mad about. The existence of aliens had really curbed his hatred of humans. During the Snap, species didnât seem to matter. Everyone was suffering, everyone had to rebuild, and Pyro... was lost. As he stood there now, glaring up at The Deep, he almost felt like his old self; ready to tear apart the world all so no one could make him feel less than ever again. But that anger was swiftly replaced as a searing pain shot through his head. Pyro clutched his head, half pulling at his hair as his own curse words were drowned out by the screaming of the crowd. âAre you fucking kidding me!?â He wasnât sure if he had been directing that towards The Deep, but thatâs where his eyes landed now as he fought to focus through the pain. âNot a Supe, huh? God forbid you lot are ever accused of anything that canât be printed on a cereal box.â
It was supposed to be a normal day, one without saving a dumb fucker but The Deep was promised a normal, boring run of the mill kind of public appearance. It was at Oceanland again and those fuckers wanted him more than ever after the dolphin situation. During the dolphin show, things went quiet and then half the audience fell, screaming in pain and the dolphin trainer was no different. He collapsed in the tank, drowning as he tried to scream underwater but nothing could be heard. âHey buddy whatâs going on?â He asked one of the dolphins. Apparently the dolphin had no idea but was terrified he would be blamed. The Deep patted his head, calmed the mammal down and dived in after the trainer. He brought him to the surface and brought him back round from unconsiousness. âThis isnât natural.â He told his camera crew. âWhatever the fuck this is, itâs not a supe.â All around him people were screaming in pain and something on that level could only be mutant related.Â
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All the papers ever had was how Spider-Man was destroying the neighborhood, mutants were terrorizing people and of course, the Supes were saving the day every day. It was sickening that the Supes were getting the recognition when mutants had been doing good work for years without the endorsements. His focus wasnât completely on the drink or the mac and cheese he had ordered, Alexâs mind was in a million different places. His eyes became almost fixated on what the man next to him was writing, another fucking thing on the Supes no doubt, not like there wasnât enough already. âSorry I couldnât help but see what youâre writing,â Alex sighed. âYouâre writing about Supes, I guess youâre part of Vought?â
Pyro choked back a sound of disgust at the other manâs words. âPart of Vought? Donât make me cough these fries back up.â He rolled his eyes, flipping the page of his notepad so that his scribblings were no longer visible. While he was accustomed to people reading his work, he didnât like the idea of them reading something that was unfinished and he especially wouldnât want anyone to find out that he was the author of his novels. âI write about everyone. Trust me, the Supes arenât quite making the top ten list just yet.â
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Pyro was supposed to be gathering notes for a new story- anything that could catch the attention of newspaper or magazine readers. Frankly, he wanted to find anything that would get everyone away from the stories on mutants. It was why he was sat here alone in a small bar-restaurant, drinking some orange fruity drink and snacking on fries. But as he eavesdropped on the people nearby, he found himself veering away from journalism notes and directing his attention to ideas for a new book. Pyro hated the Supes, but he could hear how people talked about them and he couldnât deny that they made a good premise for a book. Maybe it was time to branch out from gothic romance. But hell... if he was willing to write about the Supes, maybe he would have a better time writing about mutants. Some branding couldnât kill them, right?
His thoughts spiraled as he scribbled notes down messily in his notepad, but he slowly became aware of someoneâs eyes on him and he lifted his head. âCan I help you?â
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Whatâs your real name, John?
The time for superheroes is now and ST. JOHN ALLERDYCE is here. People have seen PYRO running around with NO ONE. He is 32 and was not dusted by Thanos. He is known for his quick wit and confidence, and can be truculent and entitled. Can they survive in this new superhero world? (Tyler Blackburn/ Male/He)
B A S I C S
NAME: St. John Allerdyce
NICKNAMES: Pyro; John
AGE: 32
FACECLAIM: Tyler Blackburn
GENDER: Male
PREFERRED PRONOUNS: He/Him
TEAM/GROUP: Unaffiliated
OCCUPATION: Journalist; Author - under the pseudonym âDacre J. Hollestyn
Q U E S T I O N N A I R E
WHAT WAS YOUR CHARACTER DOING WHEN THE THANOS SNAP HAPPENED?
So hereâs the thing... Pyro had lived practically his whole life with a big human-sized chip on his shoulder. Humans hated mutants and so he hated humans. It was simple. It made sense. But how do you make sense of aliens? Of Titans who want to eradicate half of the universe? Suddenly humans and mutants didnât seem so different to Pyro and so he found himself fighting on the side of humanity- of Earth.
When the aliens attacked Wakanda, there was still other attacks occurring elsewhere and that was where Pyro was; fighting back as many as he could while the Avengers aimed their sights on Thanos. That day... something inside Pyro broke. There was a little girl hiding in an alleyway who was almost crushed as rubble tumbled from a building and Pyro only just managed to save her. Not a mutant girl... just a human. She had lost her parents in the carnage and from then on she clung to Pyro for protection and for hours he kept her safe.
Until the snap happened.
Pyro had to watch as this little girl turned to dust. He felt her grip on his arm fade to nothing as she blew away in the wind. It happened everywhere... All around him, friends and enemies were disintegrating and there was nothing anyone could do about it. They were all gone and Pyro just didnât have anymore energy to be angry.
WHO DOES YOUR CHARACTER FIGHT FOR AND WHY?
While Pyro would still be loyal to the Brotherhood and mutants, he doesnât really fight for anyone anymore. In fact, ever since the Snap, Pyro has lived a rather mundane life. He has barely used his powers except for small acts of personal gain, and in his daily life people now know him as John. He got a job as a journalist and generally keeps his head down.
WHAT DOES YOUR CHARACTER THINK OF THE SUPES?
At first he thought they were pretty funny; running around unchecked with their faces on snacks and energy drinks. He wasnât too fussed about them beyond having to write the occasional story on them, but at some point he became incredibly aware of how much people loved them. For decades, mutants were shamed and hunted for what they were, but these guys were worshipped? Basically, you could have superpowers so long as you got them by chemicals messing with your DNA, but god forbid you were born with them. These days, Pyro canât stand to even look at the Supes and sometimes that bitterness translates into his writing when he has to hand in stories on them.
WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTERS BIGGEST SECRET?
When he was younger, Pyro had always shown an interest in writing and had even had a few novels published under a pseudonym. They werenât exactly popular, but they did gather a small fandom of gothic romance nerds. Pyro never told anyone about the books and he has no plans to ever confess to being the author. After the Snap happened, Pyro started writing his novels again, causing a tiny uproar in whatever remained of his small collection of fans.
This might be his biggest secret, but it certainly isnât his only one that he plans to take to his grave.
WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTERS BEST AND WORST MEMORY?
(Iâm struggling to think of a best memory lol so Iâll come back to this, I swear <33)
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âUm, excuse me?â She blinked at him and tried to process the words heâd just spouted. None of it sounded like actual English she was used to. âWas there an actual question there I missed, Iâm sorry. You talk very fast.â It wasnât just the speed, it was the content as well. âIâŠ.some people need wheelchairs, I believe. Are you saying that you need one?â
Pyro took a moment to really appreciate how gorgeous this gal was, smirking at her in the brief silence. âI asked why some people dusted with things that arenât biologically part of them and others didnât.â Truly, he only had the patience for this because she was such a babe. âNo, but Iâm wondering what makes the stone think a bionic hand is more necessary than my flamethrowers.â
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âLook, a great agent once said that you have to give your friends the respect of making their own decisions. Now we just have to keep breathing, wait it out and know theyâre not gonna let us down.â
âThatâs beautiful. You should write poetry.â
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âWhy are so many of you losers missing body parts? Dude over there legit has a bionic arm, Iâve seen less real eyes than fake ones, and-... Wait... How are there people with wheelchairs here? I was sat on my ass when I dusted, but I didnât travel with my La-Z-Boy. Whatâs that shit about?â
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