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unlimitedhearts · 5 months

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I’m dreading the third game of Spiderman might kill off Harry :/ either he’s goblin (solo or probably along with daddy-o) and dies a la Hero Sacrifice. Or kept comatose and in the end with grim results the decision is to pull the plug on him. idk I feel Harry’s fate is doom and gloom. But they could have killed Harry at the end of this sequel giving a strong motivation for Norman to be the Goblin and hatred for Spider-Man…yet they didn’t. idk rambling thoughts. What do you think?

Personally i can see both options. I saw someone in the tags of my last headcanon post say that it wouldnt make sense to save him from death in this game only to kill him in the next. On some level i get that, why wait when you could do it now?

I have two worst case scenarios in my head:

Harry wakes up from his coma w amnesia a la the third Tobey Maguire movie. Hes unaware of Pete being Spider-Man and Peter, thinking hes protecting Harry, wont tell him. This may cause a rift in their friendship when Harry finds out - or if Norman ends up going goblin and dies - Spider-Man is to blame in Harrys eyes and he'll go after him then. To me this is a tired trope of Harry getting an intense hatred for Spidey and wanting to kill him over his father. It always felt out of character for me and i truly TRULY hope they dont go this route.

Harry becomes the Kobold. In the comics, Kobold is essentially Harrys way of making the Green Goblin a good guy. If he still wants to fight by Peters side, he'll find a way to do it. Kobold would make a lot of sense to me personally, as it kind of continues their dynamic from this game. Then at the end theres a heros sacrifice to be made and Harry goes for it despite Peters protests. This would be lazy to me too though because he essential already did the heros sacrifice in this game. Seems like theyd just want us to have more time with him to love him even more, just to make losing him hurt worse. I wouldn't put it past an intrepid writer to think they could make it work, but it just seems lazy to me.

Actual best case scenario for me though? Harry wakes up as the g-serum is being injected. Hes against being his dads experiment all over again so he runs and finds Peter. Hes not aware of his pseudo-retirement, he just goes straight to the place thats always been his safe haven; Peters home. He asks Peter to hide him from his dad. Tries to explain everything but hes exhausted and frantic. Peter agrees and they take him into hiding.

Norman, ever the expert deflector, doesnt see this as a failing on his part. Hes convinced spider-man had something to do with his son escaping so he puts out a hit on him. Hes ready, willing, and able to capture and kill at least one of the two spider-men it doesnt matter. We see him pardon Wilson Fisk for this job, and when Fisk cant do it, he has to. Normans going to go Goblin. I know it, i can feel it in my bones.

Miles asks Peter to get back in action and he does. Fisk, plus potentially Otto again, plus this brand new villain in town is too much for any one person to handle. Heres where i see Harry becoming a "Guy In The Chair" for Peter like Ganke is for Miles. Two Guys in the Chair helping the spider-men is definitely better than one. I could also see Harrys goblin powers start to emerge but he keeps pushing them down. Last time he gave into power it didnt end well for anyone.

In an effort to not write out the entire plot of the game as i see fit (because itd be long and there are so many moving pieces and characters and IDEK WHERE THEYRE GONNA PUT SILK IN-), i think if Harry does take on the cowl he'll be doing so against his father. I think i see Harry becoming Goblin/Kobold to fight against Norman and ultimately try to help Peter/Miles. This is where i see Harry either accidentally killing Norman or Norman killing his son (and of course, blaming Spider-Man)

There is also room, in my mind, to bring back Venom a la Lethal Protector/Agent Venom. But tbh if they do, i would much rather Venom go to Eddie Brock or Flash Thompson. But thats just the separate Venom Fangirl Entity within me.

Ultimately my hope of course is that Harry not die and they dont go down that all too tired and hackneyed trope of Harry growing to hate Peter dor whatever reason. I truly TRULY hope they dont go that route it is just SO tired and lazy. I want them to stay close and loving. Whatever route they go with will be SO MUCH MORE IMPACTFUL if Harry Osborn lives and doesnt make a full 180 on his best friend for no good reason.

#harry osborn #peter parker #parksborn #if you squint #spider-man #marvel's spider man 2 #spider-man 2 #insomniac spider man #insomniac spider-man #insomniac games #spider man imagine #spider-man headcanons #honestly insomniac pls hire me #i would be so good at writing this game i care about these characters SO DEEPLY.#what do i need to do for you to notice me insomniac senpai #venetiangoldroz

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demigod-of-the-agni · 5 months

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any cool desi books/media to recommend??

Okay to be fair I am not the biggest consumer of desi media HOWEVER. I have a few niche favourites (some of them come from my research for my Major Work in my final year in high school but here's a quick list):

The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri - god this entire book changed me fundamentally. It was like watching my own life play in fast-forward and getting hit in places I didn't want to be hit. if you are a first-generation desi in a western country, you will be on the ground sobbing

If You See Me, Don't Say Hi by Neel Patel - a collection of short stories that methodically break down some of the most subtle and pervasive stereotypes within desi cultures. I've only ever had time to read the first two stories but I'm hoping to get the full book someday

Unaccustomed Earth by Jhump Lahiri - an anthology I read for my senior year as well. Another one of this heart-wrenching pieces that just resonate with me like damn.

The Aru Shah series by Roshani Chokshi - it's Percy Jackson But Make It Desi and honestly such a fun read!! Reading about the Potatoes (this is what the reincarnated Pandavas call themselves not joking) is always bound to make my day

The Age of Kalki series by Vishwas Mudagal - I read this purely for inspiration on my own original novel, and it was fun to use for comparisons for research and my writing. Also, spy stuff and action and all that

The Spider-Man: India comics - hey, desi stuff is desi stuff, and I enjoy anything that has my boy Pavitr in it (I'll enjoy it even more when @/marvelentertainment hires me to write him a book)

The Ms. Marvel show and comics - in Iman Vellani we trust 🙏 also my girl has such a wonderful variety of comics like. she's so cool. i love her. hoping that Iman does a masterful job as she writes Kamala's newest comic

18 Days by Grant Morrison - listen. there is a 2015 graphic novel and there is a 2010 artbook for the 2015 book. They are both the same thing: a retelling of the Mahabharata but make it electronic/futuristic. Read the graphic novel for the story, but I HIGHLY HIGHLY recommend the 2010 artbook as well because my god the ART is just gorgeous. It obviously provides insight on the creation of Morrison's 2015 book but god it is just. so so sooooo good. Mukesh Singh is a beautiful artist I need to have his art tattooed on me

Any desi movies from the 90s-00s - my experience with tamil movies in that time period have always been good ones!! They're chill, they're funny, they're silly, they're romantic, they're thrilling. literally all of my favourite song come from this period (don't disregard movies from later periods either, I watched Brahmastra a few months back and it was lit as fuck).

English translations of popular desi stories - and these stories can be anything. from ye old prevailing Ramayana and Mahabharata to anything written by contemporary desi authors. They've got a lot to share

On a side note me complaining to my desi friends that I want good tamil representation in western media often led to me getting smacked in the face with Never Have I Ever (by my DESI friends! who say it is very good!!) and i just want to say no. don't watch that. as a tamil person living in a western country, i apologise for who Devi Vishwakumar is as a person. i will personally pay for your therapy (has only watched two episodes and was immediately turned off)

I'm giving y'all a whole day to ask me whatever

#agni of wisdom #me when. me when i don't engage with desi stuff outside of funny tamil musicals #you can very much tell that most of the stuff is india-centric. and like. yeah. i'm sorry. i haven't really delved into desi media-#-in other countries aside for some research. india is not the only south asian country and i absolutely recognise the fact that i should-#-probably widen my horizons #MARVEL HIRE ME PLS 🙏🙏🙏 I CAN MAKE PAVITR SOOOO POPULAR YOU HAVE NO IDEA 🤪⚡ (<- delusional)#desi media recs #desi #desi books #desi tumblr #me having no idea what desi tags to use lmfao

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galaxysharks · 2 years

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I have decided how I want the MCU to introduce Magik.

It would be set during the next Dr. Strange movie. Illyana would serve as a sort of bookends in the movie.

Beginning of Movie:

Person A: Dr. We need your help, * insert movie relevent details*

Strange: that takes us beyond our world, I cannot simply leave my post, I am Sorcerer Supreme.

Person A: Can you get someone to .... Realm-sit?

Strange: Realm-sit!? It's not a potted plant, there are immense ramifications, to entrust my position to another, even for a moment would require unfathomable trust. In addition the entrusted person must have a magical strength and talent.

Person A: ... Is that a No, then?

Strange: Of course not, I have the perfect candidate. You see in every realm is stationed a Sorcerer Supreme. This one is mine. Lucky for you I am close with another, and lucky for us both, she is uninterested in claiming others, a rather recent change for her realm.

*Dr. Strange does some magic - presumably sending a message*

Nearby, the air is suddenly split, causing the hair on the the back of everybody's necks to stand on end. A glowing blade of light with a solid black spine tears a hole in the fabric of reality.

From the tear, a girl emerges. She appears to be an older teenager. She is rather tall, with long, straight blond hair, parted at her temples by curved dark horns, further framed by a crown of sorts with straight prongs. She has a black long sleeved shirt cropped at her stomach, and a black pair of shorts that end mid thigh, and allow for a spade tipped tail. From there, black furred goat-like legs end in cloven hooves.

Magik: Hello Dr. Little early for tea, yes? You have need for me. And him?

Strange: No tea Illyana, though you're welcome to some. I am needed elsewhere, and I trust no one to fill my place more, think you can manage two realms for a moment?

Magik: Leaving post? So irresponsible. Yes. Go. Do hero things. You will return to a safe maintained realm and much less tea and drink.

Strange: Some less.

Magik: Ok

Stange: Brilliant.

Person A: So you'll realm-sit?

Magik: * raises eyebrow * You bet your life on it, we have deal? * holds out hand*

Strange: Don't shake that, it is binding, and she will collect when we return.

Person A: * pulls hand back * Noted.

End of movie:

Dr. Strange returns to his Sanctum.

He enters a sitting room, where Magik is lounging by a fireplace, using miniature portals to view into Limbo. Next to her sits two prepared cups of tea, still hot.

Stange grabs one cup as he sits across from her.

Magik: * dismissing portals and standing up* And he arrives. And so realm is returned to you. Intact and well as promised.

Strange: So it is. I knew I could count on you. Once gained, your trust is an admired boon across the realms. You are a powerful friend.

Magik: Said the Master to the student.

Strange: before you go, I am curious, how many crises did you handle?

Magik: Fourteen, and two teenagers trying to summon devils * smiles "innocently" with too many, too sharp teeth *.

Magik: I do not think they expected to get one. Your realm is accustomed to softer handling. It is grateful to have you.

Strange: * laughing * I bet it is now. ... Thank you. Limbo needs its queen, but you were ours first, don't be a stranger Illy. Your brother asks after you, on occation.

Magik: ... Born to one realm, created to another. I am no longer my brother's sister. But I will try. For you...and me.

Post-Credis scene is just Magik scaring the absolute hell out of some teenagers at a party.

#New Mutants illyana rasputin #mcu #illyana rasputin #magik mcu #magik #dr. strange #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #marvel hire me #pls #let illy be her goat form #as a treat #she stopped to have lunch with kitty #never mentioned but we know she did #Magik is good #but feral #and i love that for her #Stephan loves his demon daughter

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miharuhebinata · 1 year

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i wonder if the story of seasons people will remake tree of tranquility &/or animal parade at some point. part of me really hopes they do, but another part of me feels like they'll almost certainly lose their charm if they do. i adore the artstyle in those games, & i just know they'd probably change it :/

#i have soooooo much nostalgia for tot & ap. honestly i think they're really good games as they are #but they definitely could be improved in some places.#marvelous if you ever plan on remaking these two games pls hire me 🙏#story of seasons #tree of tranquility #animal parade #🎮 tag #send tweet

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jo4n1e · 9 months

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pls write smth smutty abt carmy x the bartender at the bear

when you got hired to be a bartender at the restaurant you never expected it to go so far that you would be fucking your boss in his office.

after everyone had left and you were finishing up your very intense cleaning routine (when asked about it you only stated how gross the messes were to clean so you simply had to stay longer - definitely not to watch carmy vigorously scrub the floors clean.) carmen asked you to come into his office with him. you were worried after that, thinking about anything you could've done to deserve a talking to from your boss. spilling a couple drinks maybe? but that was just honest clumsy-ness it could've have been that-

"i just wanted to ask you something." that's not what you were expecting.

"yeah anything go ahead." your voice shook mildly, wondering what the question could be.

"are you dating anyone right now?" you've never seen him as shy as he was right now. he looked as if he could burst at any second

"no i'm not, why do you ask?"

"richie has been busting my balls lately about not getting laid since i've been back in chicago and i've always thought you were absolutely gorgeous so i thought-"

"are you asking if you can fuck me?" you interrupted. jesus christ you don't think you've ever been so wet in your life.

"y-yeah pretty much. but only if you're okay with it i don't want to make you uncomfortable you can totally say no."

"no yeah i definitely want to." you pressed your legs together to hopefully feel some kind of friction.

"yeah? really?" you smiled at him,

"yeah i really do."

suddenly the next thing you knew was that his lips were on yours and you were being pressed against the wall. you don't know what you were expecting but you weren't thinking that he would want to do it right here.

he started to unbutton your work blouse and you push his shirt up over his head until the both of you are topless. he then kneels down and starts undoing your shoes in order to undo your pants and take them off. he stands back up and starts kissing your neck as he works his hands behind you and unhooks your bra and slowly slips it off your chest, marveling at how beautiful you are. before he can kneel back down you start undoing his belt and pulling down his pants.

after he strips down to his boxers, he kneels down again and reaches up to the straps of your thong and gently pulls them down while staring at you with his beautiful, blue eyes. once he finally strips you of all your clothes he spreads your legs apart to reveal your sweet, little pussy to him. he places kisses on your clit and your inner thighs before he starts sucking on his fingers and pressing the middle one inside of you. you never thought something could feel as good as this does.

"carm-" you moaned out.

"yeah sweet thing? what do you need?"

"need you to fuck me. right now."

"yeah?"

"please."

he stood up and grabbed your hips and turned you around so that you were now facing the wall. you felt him pull down his boxers down just enough to be able to pull his cock out. you heard him spit into his hand and pull at his cock to make sure it was hard - for you.

when he was done he pulled your hips towards him in order to get a better view of your pussy. then he slowly sunk his cock deep inside you, inch by inch. at this point you couldn't hold in your moans anymore and moaned as loudly as you could.

after adjusting to him he started thrusting deep into you from behind, his cock hitting the sweet spot that was buried deep inside you over and over again until you were letting out tears because of just how good he was pounding into you.

"are you going to be a good girl and come on me, baby?"

"yes i will i promise please make me cum." at this point words were tumbling out of your mouth with no filter whatsoever, just begging for him to do whatever he wanted to you."

when the two of you were finished and he helped put your clothes back on you he asked, "do you wanna come over? rest a bit?"

"what are you going to fuck me more?"

"maybe i will, if you want to."

you smiled at him, nodding your head.

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy #the bear #carmen berzatto smut #carmy berzatto smut

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hackedmotionsensors · 7 months

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its fun applying to a retail job because animation absolutely spat me out and I'm so lmao so fucking out of money that anything helps so I'm trying to apply to a garden center (I'm still waiting to hear back from libraries but its a fat chance) and its so awkward to have to type out my last employer was fucking MARVEL but I like plants pls hire me uwu lmao

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artficlly · 9 months

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lady of the ghosts [chapter 6]

After a great plague ravages your city, you are looking to marry to secure safety for your people. With a war finally ending, the nearby kingdoms are looking to celebrate. King James "Bucky" Barnes decides to continue his family's tradition of hosting a courting season. A medieval courting marvel AU.

Pairing: king!bucky x lady!reader

Warnings: death, mention of dead body, anxiety, doubt, discussion of funerals, mentions of sexism, angst, tension, FLUFF, lovebites, steve is cocky, lmk if i've missed anything

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: heres a short n sweet one for ya <3 the funeral is coming up next chapter, are you ready??? i think if i start writing smaller chapters i might be able to get them out more frequently instead of the 10k+ monster this chapter was supposed to be. also i've put this fic onto ao3 (same name and username - pls leave some kudos to help boost) please enjoy and let me know what you think, reblogs and likes appreciated! as always, not proof read - sorry for any typos

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Before the Stormfall Mountain’s Pass had been created, Faliene had been impenetrable. The city was only accessible by the frigid Northern Ocean, and few dared to challenge her depths. All those years ago, men feared the gods and what may have lurked under the surface. The children of Neume harnessed the wind and waves, so her inky depths spared them. The same could not be said for the others. The pass had been a success, but it was also the beginning of the end. Her secrets and spirit were lost to the passage of time, devoured by Haiford the moment her underbelly was revealed. The fall was inevitable.

The pass had fallen into disrepair since you last traveled it, with entire sections of the path swallowed by snow and ice. You had been a child back then, ushered from inn to carriage day after day as you and your mother had escaped the plague-ridden city. You wondered if the mountains remembered you as you remembered them. Did your footprints remain buried deep under layers of snow? Or had they been washed away in the thaw as quickly as a wave over sand?

You had never thought you would see those thick blankets of snow again, your breath was constant and loud as the thin air burned your lungs. How many years have you dreamed of this pass? Your fingers and toes numb as you barreled through the blizzard, reaching and screaming for that distant city. How many years has it been since you last saw Faliene in all her glory? As excited as you were to be reunited with your home, apprehension clawed at your gut.

Would your people remember you? Would they accept you – their lady, who had spent half her childhood coddled away in Haiford Capital while they starved? Would they hate you or forgive you? You had spent so long fighting and trying to return; would you even recognize Faliene anymore? You had been stripped of so many things – a mother, a home, a culture – did you even know how to be a part of your own heritage, your legacy? So many questions clawed at your mind that your stomach would ache at night as you lay awake contemplating the vastness of it all.

With stiff hands, you wrapped your fur cloak closer around your body, your eyes straining against the bitter wind that blew polar air straight to your core. Around you, thick flakes of snow floated, a layer of ice clinging to your eyelashes and exposed hair. In the distance, you could make out the warm orange candlelight of the inn; in the time you had been gone, the sky had darkened dramatically. You were not afraid of the cold or the dark, and you relished the opportunity to breathe in the frosty night sky.

So many years you had spent cooped up. What would be a nightmare for most would be freedom for you.

Due to King Harrison not having the foresight to hire a Falienean guide, it fell to you to scout the barely-used path. Although inexperienced, you had not failed so far. Following your intuition and fuzzy memories, you were able to locate the paths long buried under months of snow. In the evenings, while the others sheltered in the inns and boardhouses throughout the pass, you would scout ahead to ensure the path was safe to follow.

Thankfully, due to the many families that still braved living in the mountains, most of the main path remained relatively intact. The families were mainly farmers raising mountain goats and sheep, offering board for travelers and traders for extra income. And much to your rising concern, many of the families didn’t recognize you as their lady until you introduced yourself.

Once dismounted, you quickly settled your horse in the small stable attached to the inn. Due to navigational convenience and your growing resentment of being cooped up in a carriage, you had mostly traveled on horseback. The first days between Haiford Capital and the mountains, you would have nightmares of being trapped inside a coffin – like your mothers – clawing your nails bloody on the wood. When you would finally rip off the lid of the coffin, you would find yourself in a carriage, the horses charging at a neck-breaking speed.

As you passed the carriages tucked away beside the stables, you frowned. One for King Harrison, Peggy, and Michael. The other for your mother in her coffin. Although you were nearly two weeks into your journey, her body would show no signs of decomposition. The mountains would have frozen her solid, her body like a porcelain doll.

Once inside the inn, you quickly ascended the stairs to the upper level. Although you were freezing and craving a warm drink, the idea of fighting past the Haifordian guard that crowded the kitchen stove sounded exhausting. Shrugging off your cloak, jacket, and hat, you reached the room you shared with Peggy. With such a small inn and a large traveling party, it was easier for certain groups to sleep in the same room. Both you and Peggy being unmarried women meant you were paired together, while some of the Haifordian guards were cramming more than six men into a room.

Your hand paused over the doorknob, a sound from the other side catching you off guard. You were so busy contemplating how best to dry your damp clothing that you nearly missed it. Leaning your ear closer to the door, you roll your eyes in irritation. The sound of Peggy giggling carried through the wood, a familiar male voice spoke low words you couldn’t quite make out.

Steve. With a huff, you step away from the door. Both of them had been playing a risky game the entire trip, regularly visiting each other's rooms. The wrong person would eventually learn about them, it was only a matter of time.

You hesitate in the hallway. They had never visited so late into the evening before; normally Peggy was preparing for or already in bed by the time you came back from your scouting missions. Traveling through thick snow was as hard as expected, exhausting even for those tucked into the carriages. It wasn’t unusual for the party to be in bed straight after an early supper.

You were half tempted to barge in and interrupt them; you were tired from a long day on horseback. You still didn’t feel like braving the kitchen and sitting outside and waiting would be highly suspicious. Lingering in the hallway for a few more minutes, you grumble a few unsavory words under your breath before trying to find your next best options. James.

To the surprise of everyone but you, James had canceled the season. He had also insisted on traveling with the first party – your party – to Faliene. Another party was a few days behind yours, made up of Galantian and Asgardian guards, a group of the Galantian court, and Asgardian royalty. You had a sneaking suspicion that while half of them were there to show their respect, the others were there to see a Falienean funeral firsthand. Due to the rituals and traditions involved, Falienean funerals were frequently regarded as barbaric spectacles.

You waver outside James’ room. Despite him traveling with your party, the two of you had barely spoken since the library. You suspected he was trying to draw attention away from the both of you, but his presence mustered up enough rumors with the Haifordian guard. Most of your conversations were spent with Steve. When he wasn’t bluntly flirting with Peggy, he would be complaining about the growing cold, much to your mockery and amusement. You were unsure of how he would cope with the chill of Faliene; the Stormfall Mountains were cold, but nothing in comparison to the chill that blew in off the northern sea.

Chewing your lip, you finally gave in and rapped your knuckles lightly against the door. With your breath held, you wait, wondering if he even heard the knock at all. You might have missed him downstairs, or maybe he had already fallen asleep–

The door suddenly swung open, startling you as you took a step back. James stood in the doorway, an equally surprised expression flashing across his features momentarily. It wasn’t just the expression that hinted at his shock at your presence, but also the fact that he was shirtless. You hug your discarded clothing closer to your chest. You tried to keep your eyes anywhere but his bare skin, your mouth growing dry as you struggled to find words to explain your sudden presence at his door.

Now no longer covered, you could get a better look at his tattooed arm, with swirling blue ink patterning his entire left arm and shoulder. A large, raised scar ran across his shoulder joint, nearly entirely encircling the flesh. The scar was ghostly white and gnarled like the roots of a tree. It looked impossible – the type of scar someone shouldn’t have survived. But the ink decorating his skin told a story you already knew. Magic. Magic had saved his arm and, most likely, his life. So many denied its existence when it stood so blatantly in front of them.

Swallowing hard, you glance upward to meet his gaze. You couldn’t ignore the smirk that tugged at his lips, his right side now leaning against the doorframe as he eyed you with a silent satisfaction.

“Can I come in?” You abruptly say, suddenly remembering how to speak. James’ chuckles lowly at you before motioning you inside.

Still flustered, you quickly duck past his muscled form, peeling off your gloves as you stand in the center of the room with a quiet huff. James’ still snickers at you as he closes the door.

“You knocked so quietly, I thought I was hearing things.” He says this while you continue to refuse to look at him. Instead, your gaze falls on the room around you; it is nearly identical to yours. Two beds are layered with furs and blankets, one for him and one for Steve. A sheepskin rug thrown over the wooden floors. On the other side of the room is a roaring fireplace, with two seats positioned in front of it.

“Sorry, I didn’t know where else to go.” You mutter, squeezing your hand into a fist as you try to regain feeling in your numb fingers.

“Peggy and Steve?” He asks, the floorboards creaking softly under his weight as he inches closer to where you stand.

“They’re going to get caught–” You begin to grumble but cut yourself off as you realize how close James has grown. Your breath catches in your throat as he reaches out, a single tattooed finger twirling around a damp strand of your hair.

“You’re soaking.” His voice cuts into the abrupt silence, but your focus is on the closeness of his body rather than the state of your clothes and hair. “Come, sit by the fire.”

You wordlessly oblige, allowing him to lead you to one of the seats. In the low light, James’ muscles and veins are illuminated by the orange glow of the fire. Peeling off another damp layer, James takes your previously discarded clothing and lines it in front of the fireplace to dry.

“The snow must have melted.” You mutter, remembering the snowflakes and ice that had clung to your clothes and hair before you came inside. James hums in reply, running a hand through his hair as he looks down at you, ensuring you are settled before finally pulling on a shirt. You sigh through your nose, half in relief and half in disappointment.

A comfortable silence falls as he takes a seat across from you. You could feel his gaze watching as you quietly unlaced your seal-leather snow boots. The leather was more successful at keeping out the creeping wetness and dampness of the snow. Without the blubber to insulate the cold, your toes felt frozen beneath your thick, woolen socks.

During the weeks of travel, you had found yourself hoping for a moment alone like this to talk after so much silence had passed between the both of you. Nearly daily, when you weren’t consumed by anxieties for the quickly approaching future, you would think back to that moment in the library and what you would say once you were alone.

Now that you were here, you were near speechless.

As you twisted the rings on your fingers, you recounted all of the questions and thoughts that had lingered in your mind for so long – so many conversations you wished to have with the King in front of you. You were unsure where to start.

“Why does Steve call you Bucky?” You ask, breaking the stillness. You mentally curse yourself at the bluntness of the question. You couldn’t bring yourself to ask the heavy questions: ‘Why did you come?’ or ‘What will become of us once this funeral is over?’. To your surprise, a gentle look crosses his face, and you lean back into your seat.

“It’s just a nickname I had as a child, I suppose there's some familiarity to it.” He replies with a light chuckle, running his hand up through his hair again as if in thought. You keep an intense gaze on him, distracted by the movement.

“I thought there was going to be a dramatic story.” You admit lightheartedly, finally breaking your stare. Maybe something soft and lighthearted was the way to start, to ease yourself back into the familiarity of conversation. You had spent so long silent; your jaw clenched as you rode through the snow each day. It was a wonder you even remembered how to form words and that your mouth hadn’t become frozen shut.

“No. I was always Bucky or Buck, and Steve was Stevie sometimes.”

“Stevie? That’s too cute for that brute.” You mutter, and James’ gives you a lopsided grin.

“I think it was because of Becca. She would call me Jamie sometimes, so naturally Steve was Stevie.” He explains, though there is a twinge of sadness in his tone. Your gut squeezes, an anxious reminder of the past and the grief attached to it.

“I wish I had been able to meet her.” Your words are gentle and slow, almost hesitant.

James stared long and hard into the fire for a time. “Becca? Well…she could be a mean, spoiled brat sometimes.”

You could sense the deflection in his words and tone. You had noticed that he rarely spoke of Rebecca, and when he did, it pained him. He rarely went beyond the surface, never talking of their relationship beyond the fact that they were siblings. You could understand not wanting to revisit such memories. You often treated the memories of your father in similar ways, holding them close to your chest as secrets only you could know.

“I think that is just the way with siblings. At least, that is what Peggy has told me.” You offer, lightheartedly.

“I think she’s right. As much of a brat as Becca could be, I still loved her.” A dark look comes over his face, and you watch as he clenches and unclenches his fist before speaking once more. “What were your nicknames?”

You don’t push the subject of Rebecca further, instead latching onto his latter question. “I never had any.”

“None? Really?” He asked in surprise.

You take a moment to think back and remember the warm, fuzzy memories of your childhood. You could remember running rampant through the halls of Fort Faliene, peeling off your stockings to wade in the waters near the dock. You could remember sitting on your father's desk, legs swinging through the air as you watched him organize his bookshelf, a half-played chess game abandoned nearby.

“My father used to call me a wild cat, or his little wild cat, like the snow leopards that live deeper in the mountains. It’s ironic to think back on now, considering the leopards are called Ghosts of the Mountain.” You hum in thought, that warm, fuzzy feeling replaced with something bitter in your chest as your mind moves closer to recent history. Your nails tap against the wooden arm of the chair.

“And then the endearing names turned to cruel ones, words to belittle me because of my gender and my culture. They called my mother the Lady of the Ghosts before me. She always shouldered it so easily, she would call me her Little Ghost.”

“Little Ghost?” James questioned you, his voice low as if he did not wish to interrupt your sudden openness.

“It was because the Haifordian’s said I was like a little ghost when we first left Faliene.” A sad smile plays across your lips as you recount the memory. “I was barely fourteen, my father was dead, and my home was ripped from me. When I couldn’t sleep in that terrible castle, I would wander the halls and gardens. The maids would go to my mother in the morning and say, ‘Your little ghost was wandering the halls again’, expecting her to reprimand me. My mother would just laugh at them and say, ‘She is a ghost, what do you expect?’–

“Sometimes she would join me at night. We would look at the moon and the stars in the garden. When the moon was visible, she would say, ‘Tonight is a high tide, the men will be bringing in the hauls’, as if we were still there, walking along the docks. That was before she got sick, of course… By the time I was sixteen, she was bedridden and had entirely forgotten who I was. That’s when I became the Lady of the Ghosts, not just the little ghost that haunted the halls of the Haifordian court.”

The silence that follows your words is deafening, with James watching you with a soft expression as you sigh sharply and lean back further into your seat.

“You carry a piece of her with you everywhere, then.” James speaks, his voice gentle. Your eyes flutter upward, surprised. “Every time your enemies mock you with those names, they are breathing life into her legacy. Your legacy.”

The wave of emotion that rolled over your body at his words was indescribable. You had felt fondness toward others before, but never to this degree. Your heart thumped in your chest as you swallowed hard, leaning forward in your seat. How could he take such a melancholic, painful memory and turn it into something of beauty? How could he take the anxiety clawing at your chest and simply replace it with calm?

Your hand reached out to grasp his, causing a fuzzy feeling in your gut and skull as you tried to figure out the words to say. Nothing came, nothing you could quite describe or express. Desire tingled across your skin as you contemplated clambering into his lap, allowing him to embrace you like he had in the library. Just you and him, his arms sheltering you from reality.

“James I–” You start, and his gaze is intense as he watches you creep closer. But as quickly as the moment began, it abruptly stopped. Your body jolted back involuntarily in fright as the door to the room slammed open.

You gaped as Steve walked in with a shit-eating grin, the exposed skin of his neck and collarbones dotted with quickly bruising love bites. James visibly deflates beside you, a tense breath leaving his nose sharply as he avoids eye contact with you. You try to ignore the hurt that squeezes your chest at that sight, instead turning your attention to a smug Steve.

“Steve!” You scold, clambering to your feet. “You are so lucky we have to dress heavy with the snow! If King Harrison caught you, he would have you head–”

“Y/N, relax. It’s fine, no one saw us.” Steve reassures you, almost immediately stealing your seat in front of the fire. You roll your eyes, slapping him on the shoulder as you shimmy past to pick up your clothing from in front of the fire.

James remains silent, locked in an intense stare with Steve as you hand your still damp clothing over your arm. Steve glances between the two of you with a quizzical yet knowing stare. You watch on in confusion as the two men seem to have a silent conversation with their eyes, James shaking his head at the blond. You reach down and collect your boots with a huff, deciding to exit the room before the sting of James’ sudden snub sets in.

“I am going to bed.” You say, noting James’ reluctance to catch your eye.

“Sweet dreams.” Steve hums, an even wider smile spreading across his face, watching as if he knew something you didn’t. All you can muster is a scoff, closing the door behind you without looking back.

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#bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes series #marvel au #marvel fic #marvel #fantasy au #royalty au #lady of the ghosts

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skinnywalker · 2 years

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All in a day's work (Male Reader x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff x Carol Danvers x Tony Stark) NSFW under cut

"So male reader is a prostitute who they hire to fuck so he gets there and they're all sitting in the living room on the couch naked so the Male reader immediately and he tells them all to get off the the couch and he sits on the couch and tells Steve to bend over his lap and he spanks him and then tells him to start riding his cock and so he starts riding him and after a while he tells him to get up then he stands up and he tells nat to lay on the floor and tells Steve to start fucking her and he does he pounds her and he tells Carol to do the same and Tony starts fucking her then he tells Wanda to get and the floor and he starts pounding her also. They're all fucking for a while and the reader tells them to stop and he tells everyone to get up and he gets on his hands and knees and tells Steve to start fucking him and so he does and as he's fucking him the male reader tells them all to start masturbating Steve fucks him for awhile until he pulls out and the male reader gets on his hands and knees and Steve cums all over the male readers face then he sits back down and just then Tony stands up and cums all over the male Reader's face and then he sits back down and he gets up and sits on the couch and tells Carol to ride him and she rides him for a while and after a while he cums inside her. You can decide the ending."

You're good at your job. You must be to be hired by Tony Stark.

"Me and my team have been under a bit too much stress, I was thinking we could use your services"

Damn, you must be really good getting paid nearly 10,000. Not that you were complaining. Getting to fuck the avengers was something most dreamed of.

At the door, a bodyguard greeted you.

"You must be Mr. L/n."

"Yes, that's me. Is Mr. Stark ready for me?"

"Yes, he is just up stairs in his office. Follow me"

The bodyguard lead you up numberless staircases and elevators to the top level of the mansion. The room walls were covered in massive windows overviewing the city and in the center of the room laid the couch. The one he and spoke of when he had bought your shift. He sat there with captain america , the scarlet witch, the black widow and captain marvel. You felt your breath hitch in your throat. What a sight before him.

"Good evening Mr. L/n. Are you ready for our session?"

Tony slipped behind him wrapping his digits down the other man's pants.

"Y-yes sir"

"Steve you have him first"

The blonde pinned Y/n deep into the couch yanking free his boxers. He slid his fingers into the man's mouth coating them in spot.

"Flip over"

He obeyed as steve freed his fingers from the warm cavern. He slap deep into Y/n's ass giving him pretty red blossoms mixed with his spit.

"Good boy. Already so well behaved gor me."

Y/n bucked into Steve's nees desperate for friction of any kind other than the abuse to his backside.

"No, no, no. You can come yet."

He whined

"Need to show you how we treat whores like you!"

Steve pushed him back on to the couch then turned to grabbed Nat and pull her into the floor ripping off her shirt. Tony followed suit pinning down Wanda. Y/n could do nothing but sit and watch the couples make love.

"Ahhh~ see y-you don't to be with us i-if you don't be good."

"Oh please stevie!"

He sat still so on edge of bliss.

"I-i'll be good for everyone! Please let me fuck too!"

Steve yanked Natasha back by the hair as he hammered deeper into her. All the while keeping eye contact with Y/n. Tony however abandoned Wanda to go straight to Y/n and start topping him. Pounding out the high of his organism.

"Pl-lease steve! I- ahhhh! I want you too!"

Steve grinned darkly and yanked Y/n's face up by his hair.

"Suck me."

Y/n slobbed, hollowing out his cheeks. His eyes filled with tears slipping out all over Steve's meat. He felt liked his brain was getting fuck out of both holes.

"Ohhhh! I'm so close baby"

Tony pulled Y/n's head towards him and came all over his face. Steve joined him, painting his face with glossy cum.

"Oh wow you are really a professional aren't you?"

Y/n smiled.

"All in a night's work Mr. Stark."

Tags: @lovefanfiction01 @chrisevansxmalereader @innerpiratefun

#marvel smut #marvel x male reader #avengers x male reader #avengers smut #tony stark x male reader #tony stark smut #carol danvers smut #carol danvers x male reader #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x male reader #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x male reader #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff x male reader

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pricelessemotion · 4 months

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WIP GAME

thank you for the tag @topherwrites!! i’m actually so excited that you tagged me bc theres a few on here that are for fandoms that ive yet to write for (specifically marvel and tgm 🫣). also im not gna tage as many people as i have WIPs bc i dont wanna be annoying 😭 but pls if you end up doing this tag me i wanna see!!

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

you've got the cinema

hero for hire

first love, late spring

once more, with feeling // true blue

you're losing me

white veil, white lie

bad body days

only sundowns, sundays, christmas

something boo

poltergeists for sidekicks 2

and your ex was their ROOMMATE (twice shy)

labyrinth

no pressure tags: @lighteyed @pr0ximamidnight @fuckmymunson @corrodedseraphine @taintedcigs @lavendermunson @bcyhoods

#finally getting around to this now that im back frm my trip #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #javy machado x reader #peter parker x reader #matt murdock x reader #mimi’s wips 🚧

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pparkermedia · 2 years

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hi ! i have a request. An au where y/n gets hired into marvel/mcu and she has a major crush on tom holland. She has to keep things professional but he keeps teasing her here and there cus he knows she has a major crush on him. Smut can be applied too🫣🫣

thank you, peaches and sorry for the wait! 🤍

UNDER THE INFLUENCE- TOM HOLLAND

WARNINGS: corky tom, you being shy, mentions of sex

NOTE: good morning, its 8 am here and im on my way to my microeconomics class🥲 anyway, heres the long waited requested 😭 thank you for waiting. ALSO THANK YOU FOR +100 FOLLOWER🤍

also between the insta posts are the picture descriptions and commenst (:

MASTERLIST

description: she is red like a tomato but wont show her. i made her red.

yournname: thats just blush from mask today. dont flatter yourself, holland

tomholland2013: didnt know, you where in mask earlier. @ yourname

tomsfoot: pls guys

justicetom: uhmm, whats going on

whosatlas: IS THIS MY SISTER ON A BOYS IG???

whosela: @ whosatlas they grow up so fast

yourname: GUYS STOP IT

flowersam: the queen died

description: got of from facetime with him. what is he shaving off??

tomholland2013: my beard???

yourname: what beard? @ tomholland2013

zendaya: omggg ynnnn

lifeisaloha: let my white boi rest for a bit

tommyfan: i think he looks great

whosatlas: he‘s shaving his clearly visible beard

tomholland: thank you @ whosatlas

yourname: shut up, you dont have a beard either. just let me have your razor. @ whosatlas

whosela: need it more, tbh @ yourname 🥲

description: do you know the lyrics „your body lightweight speaks to me“? great song.

yourname: omg, stop it.

saddiequeen: are they together??????

yourname: we are not🥲 @ saddiequeen

whosela: loved the dress tho

tomholland2013: me too @ whosela

tommypics: why not?

tomholland2013: yeah, why? @ yourname

description: dress 1 or 2?

ynsunshine: definitely dress 1

zodiacgirl: black dress for sure

whosatlas: probably a dress what covers more of your skin

nonanona: NOT YOUR BROTHER HAHAHS

whosela: 111111!!!!!

tomholland: prefer the one naked

whosatlas: THATS MY SISTER @ tomholland2013

description: MATERIAL GIRL 💅🏻

whosatlas: wtf

yourname: oh no

zendaya: ha ha i knew it

whosela: pick up that phone need to show you how atlas is reacting 💀

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taglist;

@pakerdadda - @parker-2 - @icarusafety - @alina02

#peter parker #tom holland #peter parker fic #peter parker smau #tom holland fic #peter parker imagine #mcu!peter #peter parker fanfic #peter parker smut #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #tom holland imagine #tom holland smau #peter parker fluff #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you

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redheadspark · 1 year

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Hi could you write #15 with jack russell pls, love your work BTW💕

A/N - Cuteness overload with this one! Thank you or requesting this for our boy Jack, anon!

Glance

Summary - All it takes is a glance, and Jack falls in love all over again

Warnings - The fluff shall be evident in this oneshot!

Jack remembered his mother talking to him about the concept of love at first sight.

When he was a little boy he thought of it as a silly, nothing but fairy tales and no considered true. Even with his mother and her weaving it into a marvelous tale, falling in love never seemed to be something he would gravitate it.

Now that he was older and going through his own trials and tribulations, love never seemed to be for Jack. He had other priorities and other pains to endure. Hunting monsters, going thorough his rough transformation once a month, it was all on his plate with no room for a significant other, let alone love in general. It wasn't that he was against it, he was an old romantic at heart. But he never thought he would have it himself, not with his own demons haunting him and keeping him awake at night.

That was, until the day he met you.

As a fellow Monster Hunter, you both were called to help with the same contractor to find and detain a rather dangerous beast that was roaming around the English countryside and causing havoc with the little town closely. Jack was cordial with other monster hunters, his reputation was rather good when it came to his region and his territory. But this beast was too large to take out on his own, do you were called to work with him to handle the situation.

He walked into the little cottage where the meeting was taking place at nearly 1:00 am, the contractor already waiting with you over some tea and going over some of the details. Once he walked in and closed the door, you turning in your chair and you both locking eyes, Jack was starstruck.

All those stores that his mother said as a child, all of those stolen glances he saw with couples when they walked together and smiled at once another, it was all making sense in his eyes as you two were looking at on another. Was a sign of fate? Jack had no clue, all he knew in that moment, was that you took his breath away from the moment you smile and you both shook hands in greeting.

The rest of the night went off without a hitch, you both working together to take out the best within an hour and sending the Costner to the contractor that hired you both. With a heavy wallet in your pockets, you were about to leave when jack stopped you, you both standing outside the cottage as you were finishing your cigarette in the cool spring night.

"Perhaps we can meet again," Jack suggested to you kindly, his heart beating so fast in being close to you. You were an amazing monster hunter, knowing how to coax the beast into the trap you two made and how to detain it as Jack took it down with his werewolf strength he had. Jack thought you were marvelous, a seasons hunter no doubt and with no sense of fear in your eyes. No matter that you were break taking in his eyes, your demeanor and fierce personality shined as well.

You grinned as him, nodded your head and seeing his face light up in show, "I'll take you up on that offer, Mr. Russell,"

"Please, please call me Jack," Jack said in a breath, trying not to sound like be was pleading, but wondering how your voice would sound saying his first name. Your smirk was bigger, the gentleness and kindness in his eyes and smile was radiate to you.

"Alright, Jack," You replied. Jack's heart swelled bigger than ever.

Falling in love was something Jack never saw coming, even with you. Plenty of coffee meet ups and going over past monsters you both hunted made you two fast friends and working buddies. Sometimes you would help each other on separate hunting jobs, finding that you both worked with each other very well in comparison to other partnerships you have had in the past. And even after you discovered Jack's Lycanthropy, you never steered away from him. That was his fear, you thinking of him as one of the very monsters you two would hunt.

"I've dealt with worse hunters," You advised him, "You're heart is far too good to be plagued with that pain, Jack."

Some moths alter, after getting together as a couple officially and becoming official working partners in any job that would come your way, Jack still felt like he was a dream. He would have to pinch himself from time to time, you two buying a little home together as a hideaway between jobs and traveling around the world to find other monsters. There was never a time of dullness for the pair of you, and Jack found him immensely lucky to call you his.

He made you smile and brought you more joy than you ever had in your own life, not being ashamed in peppering you with kisses when you two walked down the street or pulling you into his arms as you both collapsed into bed. You loved him back just as fiercely, helping him through his full moons and bringing him peace the his nightmares would come.

One summer afternoon in Morocco, as you were perched out on a balcony in a 5th floor of a hostel while the rest of the city was busy below you both, Jack was watching you from the opening of the apartment you two were sharing. You were curled on a loveseat, nose deep in a book and your fingers tracing the pages of the thick volume you got from a market out in Switzerland two weeks prior. Your hair, how short and layered to your jawline, was swaying in the humid wind while the sun rays were touching your slightly sunburned nose and cheeks and the freckles along your shoulder blades.

Jack knew that the sun and the moon light combined were paled in comparison to the light from your smile.

There was something about your stare on Jack that would bring him to his knees within an instant. Whether it was early in the morning and you both were under the covers, sleep still on your face and her grin was into the pillow, or late in the night over a candlelight dinner you would make for her to bring her spirits up, it was all like a spell on Jack whenever you gazed at him. No matter if it was the darkest night of his life, or a job went south and he was wounded beyond reason, your smile and gaze alone would bring him warmth and love all over again.

HIs mother was right after all.

"You lost in thought, dear Jack?" Jack snapped back to reality, hearing your voice call out to him as you closed the book and placing it on the loveseat to stare at you. Jack grinned, shaking his head to walk over the last few steps and since to his knees in front of you and the loveseat. He moved to touch the trends of hair in front of your eyes, pushing them away with gentleness as you both locked eyes intensely.

"I'm never lost, not with you guiding me home, Armor," He hummed, leaning in to kiss you. You kissed back hotly, your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist as he picked you up. Squealing and giggling, he walked you back to the apartment and the bed that was awaiting you, laughing as well against your lips.

And with an engagement ring in a ring box in his back pocket.

The End.

Tagged: @heartofwritiing

Valentines Prompt Session

#jack russell x y/n #jack russell x you #jack russell x fem!reader #jack russell x reader #jack russell #werewolf by night fanfiction #werewolf by night #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #marvel cinematic fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe fanfiction #mcu writing #mcu fanfiction #mcu phase 4 #mcu

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allgremlinart · 2 years

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Pls info dump about jack kirby

bless, ty for giving me the excuse

so I've already mentioned it but they drew over a lot of his Superman faces when he worked for dc. this was mostly cus dc was obsessed with having a "dc look" and thought that his style was too "marvel" (which like. then don't hire the artist who used to work primarily with marvel lol)

but another thing they drew over were his House Of El symbols cus... poor bastard just couldn't draw them lol. cant blame him. its literally the bane of my existence and why I prefer to draw superbat art where Clark's not in costume,,

sad and wonky

#jack kirby #clark kent #allgremlinasks #anon tag #I personally find his Clark very handsome in a brick face sort of way

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the-crime-of-silliness · 5 months

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S/I MASTERLIST

Basically, all of my current Self insert characters for my selfships, below the cut. (some ships still don't have an official s/i, be patient w/me pls lol) All of their real names are just devo btw lol.

STARFALL (Marvel Comics S/I)

Dating: Arcade.

Age: Roughly mid 20's - early 30's

Tag: 'ѕнσσтιηg ѕтαяѕ' - ѕ/ι

' There's a star man, waiting in the sky... '

After the severance of his loyal body guard, miss locke, Arcade was in need of some hired help. Fortunately, Starfall, an inhuman gun for hire was able to get into contact with him. With the power to condense white hot energy into star shaped projectiles, as well as the average powers of flight and superstrength, Starfall and Arcade did eventually end up relating to eachother a bit more, and falling in love. They make eachother worse <3

SOL (X-men Evo S/I)

Dating: Scott Summers or Todd Tolansky.

Age: 15-17

Tag: 'нєяє ¢σмєѕ тнє ѕυη' - ѕ/ι

' Little darlin', it's been a long, cold, lonely winter... '

Basically an alternate, aged down Starfall. Sometimes I use them as my self insert to ship with toad, and sometimes I use them to ship with scott. Either way, they are part of the X-men, and have the same powers as Starfall, except they can't fly and get their powers from a sun powered X-gene.

LYNX (DC/DCUO hero S/I)

Dating: Jervis tetch

Age: Early 30's

Tag: 'α ¢нєѕнιяє ¢αт'ѕ gяιη...' - ѕ/ι

' I love you for psychological reasons... '

Based off the DCUO story line. After receiving Exobytes granting them the powers of a cat like superhero (including increased flexibility and agility, as well as claws, although they mostly like to use their own Katar) Lynx became a public member of the braniac resistance. They were forced to team up with Jervis Tetch to clear their name, after being framed for the murder of a C-lister villain.

Cavalier II (DC S/I / Roguesona)

Dating: Jaime Reyes

Age: 18-19

Tag: 'єη gαя∂є!' - ѕ/ι

' But no one ever sees a victory by being too blind... '

Doubles as my Roguesona. After the death of the original cavalier in the suicide squad, a young goon in Gotham city attempting to make a name for themself took it as the perfect opportunity to break into costumed crime, picking up the hat and sword the minute the news got to the other C-listers of the city. After meeting Jaime, who was in town for college, he developed an odd respect for the flamboyant antihero and their odd code of ethics, despite them being one of the weirder criminals in town.

(also jaimes on his 'I can fix him' arc bfebfwiub)

Agent D-S (Spy kids S/i)

Dating: Fegan Floop

Age: late 20s - early 30s

Tag: 'тнε sтσяү σғ тнε sρү…' - s/ι

' I won't be done until my head falls off... '

An older member of the OSS, they were sent to monitor Fegan after his turning, as well as attempt to sway him into helping the OSS. After realizing they were in love with him, they quickly chose to retire from their position and run off with him. Yeah this one's not as lore heavy sorry :p

Sumner Crow (Ever After High S/I)

Dating: The mad hatter

Age: Uhh an adult old enough to hypothetically have a highschool aged child?

'I wonder if they have wondered or will ever wonder...'

Tag: 'ρєσρℓє ωιтнσυт вяαιηѕ ∂σ αη αωƒυℓ ℓσт σƒ тαℓкιηg...' - ѕ/ι

The scarecrow from the wizard of oz(despite that not rlly being a fairytale but like neither is aiw?), Sumner met the hatter family after kinda wandering into the new bakery in town. With his daughter being at school for long periods of time, Mr.Hatter was happy to have someone with enough free time to stop into the bakery and have tea with him, and something just kinda blossomed from there.

(This S/I uses he/they pronouns!!)

#'тнε sтσяү σғ тнε sρү…' - s/ι #'єη gαя∂є!' - ѕ/ι #α ¢нєѕнιяє ¢αт'ѕ gяιη...' - ѕ/ι #'нєяє ¢σмєѕ тнє ѕυη' - ѕ/ι #'ѕнσσтιηg ѕтαяѕ' - ѕ/ι #'ρєσρℓє ωιтнσυт вяαιηѕ ∂σ αη αωƒυℓ ℓσт σƒ тαℓкιηg...' - ѕ/ι #self shipper #self ship #self ship community #selfship community #self insert #s/i #self insert x canon #my art

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ceterisparibus116 · 2 years

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With the number of episodes for the new Daredevil show, how much of him lawyering do you think we'll get to see?

ALL THE LAWYERING.

Is this just wishful thinking? Maybe a li'l - except:

Charlie wants lawyering too.

Source:

youtube

Marvel pls hire me.

#charlie cox #matt murdock #daredevil #savedaredevil #asks #ask me things i'm friendly

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twoidiotwriters1 · 11 months

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Copycat: Genesis —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: Pls pray for me so I can get tickets to the Eras tour 😭 also I watched Spider-verse I’m: unwell & I also really love this chapter -Danny

Words: 2,164

Phase Six Masterlist

Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

Listen to: ‘Clocks’ -by Coldplay

xxviii: Homecoming

Cat decided to go and spend the night at Matt's place. The mutant left her apartment using everyday clothes, she'd been Copycat for almost two whole weeks. She also made a point to knock on his door instead of teleporting.

The man welcomed her in with a short laugh. She thought he'd be mad because she hadn't called, but he turned around and spoke to someone in his living room. "You guys are in luck!"

Karen and Foggy's voices came from inside the home causing Cat's heart to jump out of her chest. She beamed and jumped into Karen's arms squeezing her tightly. "Oh my god!"

"I'm so happy to see you!" The woman said. "Where have you been?" Her blue eyes landed on Cat's scars and her smile faltered.

"Take a seat, you have to eat with us it's the law," Foggy handed her a can of regular coke.

"You didn't call," Matt said, though he was smiling as much as the others.

"Well, I'm here," she replied. "Isn't that better?"

"Much better!" Karen exclaimed. "Are you in the mood for Mexican, or..?"

"Whatever you want. I haven't eaten, I was moving back in."

"Back where?" Matt asked promptly.

"The city," she smiled. "I'll stay here for a while."

He understood what she meant. "Good to hear."

"That's amazing! We're hiring, if you're interested," Foggy offered.

Matt laughed. "I don't think she'll have time to work as our secretary, Foggy."

"I'll think about it," she conceded. "But this means you're doing well, I hope?"

"It certainly takes up most of our time, we need someone to help us handle the office," Karen admitted. "I would love to work with you, but Matt's right, you have stuff going on."

The way they were all looking at Cat amused her. They all knew she wasn't a regular woman, but she doubted Karen had disclosed to Matt and Foggy what she suspected, and probably she didn't know about Foggy's discovery.

"Well, I just came back from a mission with Nightcrawler and now he's shipping Billy Russo to prison, so I have an empty schedule at the moment."

"Nice!" Foggy paused. "Wait." He looked at Karen, then at Matt. "She also knows?!"

Karen glanced at him. "You didn't?"

"How long have you known? Always?"

"Kinda," she shrugged. "Cat never confirmed it. I mean..." She looked back at the young woman and smiled. "Copycat?"

Cat laughed and nodded. "Yeah, that's me."

"How did you know?!"

Karen vaguely gestured at her. "Name and hair are kind of the same, only a different color... not like she tries to hide her face either—"

"She always wears that mask, what do you mean?" Foggy demanded.

"All you had to do was look into it," Karen insisted. "We came back and Matt had a new, younger friend with no connections, if you'd asked around you would've known Copycat was in the area during the blip, and Matt doesn't go out of his way to make friends."

The man frowned, grinning as he spoke. "I'm sociable enough."

"Sure you are, Matty," Karen patted the man's knee.

Cat opened her drink and downed it pleasantly. This was the nicest welcome she could've hoped for.

"Well?"

"Russo's not a problem anymore."

"I'm assuming I'm off the hook?"

"You should still be careful. As the CEO—"

"I have my own paranoia to deal with, please stop. Have you talked to Happy?"

"That is one dumb question."

"He knows you're back."

"I expected no less."

"He wants to see you."

"Many people do," she sighed. "I miss him, but I can't visit everyone while Kraven is out there. I have to deal with that first."

"You're still thinking about a new team of Avengers?"

"Well, I know most heroes on earth," she shrugged. "I'll give them a call."

"Kurt called me."

"Did he mention Deadpool?"

"Who's Deadpool?"

"Why did he call you?" Cat changed the subject, she could only imagine the way he'd freak out if he knew about her friendship with the mercenary.

"He says that you liked living in the other universe."

She laughed. "I wonder why he thinks that. I just said it was nice."

"He says that you told him and it sounded like you wanted out of this one."

Cat rolled her eyes. "He's got it wrong!"

"Spider-man existed in that other universe," he added in that voice she'd always hated, the one he used when he was trying to win an argument.

"Yes."

"A Spider-man your age."

Her heart started racing. "I don't care, I don't see why you guys would. It's in the past."

"He was the reason you became who you are now, Stray. Losing him changed you," he pressed, and he wasn't wrong. "You've lost him too many times, it's okay to feel worn out about it when it keeps coming back like that—"

"I didn't lose him 'cause this Spider-man wasn't even mine, to begin with," she scowled. Why were her friends pressing on that subject? "Just because I told Kurt that I would go hang out with that other guy—"

"You are?"

"My point is," she raised her voice in annoyance. "I'm trying my best, Harley. You know how much I love running, but you two coming at me like I'm packing my bags is not helping."

The young man paused, whether he believed her or not she couldn't tell, but at least he sounded a little ashamed when he spoke. "That's not what we're doing. We want to make sure... We're listening."

"I see that," she replied, though she didn't think much about what he meant by that. "And I love you more than I've ever loved any Spider-man."

"I... would like to believe that," he said, and she could almost picture his wistful expression.

He and Kurt had to stop saying that, but she really couldn't blame them. The mutant was well aware of why she'd befriended Harley in the first place, back when she was eighteen. Whom he reminded her of, and even if he didn't remember the boy's name or face, he still knew Spider-man was at the core of everything.

"Keep me posted," he said before ending the call. "I'd like to know how things are going from time to time."

"Same goes for you," she murmured. "G'night, Junior."

"You fought with your friends again?"

She pondered her response. "It isn't a fight when both sides are defending the same thing. They're trying to help, but the way they're doing it is not quite right... Though I change so often they can't keep up..."

"At least you don't decline their help, and I'm sure you're communicating better..."

"Matt," she warned him, and he let out a short chuckle.

"Right, you hate it when I do that... you used to love it when I pointed out the ways you were doing well."

"Looking for approval is no longer trendy," she joked. "I don't want people to treat me like this. I get why Tony got upset every time anyone clapped and cheered when he showed decency. It's a little humiliating."

Matt unbuttoned the first part of his shirt while walking toward his room. "Are you staying the night?"

Her eyes lingered on his back, then she shook her head. "No. I'm going back to my apartment... before I ruin my good streak of exemplary behavior."

He laughed, closing the sliding door so he could change. "Stay strong, Kitty."

She scowled and flipped him off even though there was a wall between them (he'd be able to tell anyway). Cat then seized her jacket and walked away from a half-naked Matthew.

Peter had time to waste, and he asked Cat if she'd like to visit May's grave. They could go to Pietro's after. She agreed.

Peter showed up with a bouquet of white roses, he waved at her as she walked up to him. "I come every week, winter's over so I'll have to change her flowers more often, but if you want to leave some of your own you're welcome to..."

Cat looked up at the trees around them, they were greener than the last time she'd set foot in the cemetery, and it was a pretty sight. When Peter had buried his aunt, her memory had been erased, so she hadn't been there at the funeral, she felt a little guilty about it.

"How've you been holding up?" She asked him.

"I'm okay," he shrugged. "I'm in a hurry most of the time, don't get to sit and think about it. I guess that's good, it keeps me from getting sad."

"Do you have time to enjoy life, though?"

Peter laughed shortly. "Do you?"

Cat grinned. "When was the last time we hung out just to waste time?"

Peter squinted, trying to remember. "I go to a study group but sometimes we get bored and start playing Among Us?"

She snorted. "I don't think that counts."

He sighed. "It's something..."

"Better than nothing," she finished.

Peter stopped in front of his aunt and uncle's grave and stared at it with a pensive expression, he crouched and left the flowers in front of it. "I want to live a worthy life for them, C. That's all I care about." Cat tried not to, but a little giggle left her lips. Without being able to help it, she started laughing out loud. Peter looked up at her with annoyance. "What's so funny?"

"It's absurd," she shook her head. "I had the same conversation with Shuri and she said the same thing... more or less."

"What's wrong with that?" He frowned, still not understanding.

"It's perfectly normal, but what's hilarious is that when I went through it everyone acted like I was losing my goddamn mind for dropping my plans just to honor dead people. I remember you were outraged at the thought—"

"Yeah, yeah, shut up," he lowered his face in embarrassment. "I didn't know how it felt... to lose someone close to you because of what you do... it changes everything."

She patted his shoulder. "You handled it faster and better than I did. I mean, you didn't quit school, and you didn't go on a killing spree. I like to think you learned from me. Makes it all worth it." The word caused something like annoyance to raise up on her chest.

Peter nodded. "I did learn from you, C. I owe you a lot." He stared at his aunt's grave with a soft gaze.

"Worthy," she said, her mind still on the subject. "We throw that word around a lot, all of us," Cat made a face. "Do we even know what we're talking about? Why do we think that means living all alone and broken? Why do we treat that like it's something noble and not just cowardly and incoherent?"

Peter stared up at her curiously, he didn't have a proper answer to that. His mouth blurted out the second thought that came to him. "Any idea of where Kraven is?"

"Probably on his way," she said, eyes still absent. "I'll see him when I see him, I won't give him the pleasure to feel like I'm participating in the hunt."

"Don't you think you're giving him the benefit to take you by surprise? Isn't that a hunter's line of expertise?"

Cat sighed, looking back at him. "What am I supposed to do, Pete? I could go find him, but I don't know... feels like a waste of my time."

"Are you saying you have something better to do than to save your life?" He raised a brow.

"Regrouping the Avengers, finding a place where to train the new heroes... basically rebuild my home and make it better than it ever was," she nudged his leg with one foot. "Would you be interested in that?"

"In getting recruited, or training heroes?"

"Whatever you prefer."

He pondered the options. "Depends."

"On what?"

"If it's not in the city, I won't do it."

She raised a brow. "You sound sure."

"I am."

Cat nodded with an approving smile. "New York's lucky to have you."

"It has you, too."

"I don't stay in places long enough to consider they have me," she wrinkled her nose. "Not my thing."

"You've been here for a decade, though."

"In and out."

"And why do you always come back here?" Peter asked with genuine curiosity.

"I've been thinking about it," she said deep in thought. "I'm home, Peter. My body, and what I do with it. As for why I keep coming back..." Cat grinned. "All the cute people live here."

Peter snorted. "What about L.A? You could live there with Kate and Yelena..."

Cat grimaced. "I don't want to give her false hopes. She would convince herself that we could get back together, that I could have a life with her, she's always been a dreamer..."

"Right," he heaved a sigh. "Keep forgetting you think dreams are useless."

She mumbled a reply. "Not useless. Just unbearable..."

"Cat," Peter stood up again after leaving the flowers, a worried look on his face. "What are you waiting for, really?"

"Nothing."

"Uh-huh," he said, not believing her. "And I don't walk past MJ's coffee shop every day."

Cat looked at him with a smirk. "You do that?"

"I said I don't," he raised a brow, shoving her shoulder playfully as he walked past.

"You're a stalker," she chuckled, following him back to the entrance.

"It's getting late," Peter checked the hour on his phone. When he put it back, the young man placed his arm around her shoulders and walked alongside her, leaning his head on top of hers affectionately for a moment. "C'mon, time to see Pietro..."

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