#agent carter negativity

[underthebluerain]

ok SO. I saw these tags by @charmdforsure​ on this post and omg. how did I not notice that?? HOW DID I NEVER NOTICE THAT?? I have giffed that scene like ten times! and somehow my brain never registered they covered up peggy’s cleavage with effects, how??

this revelation made me stop and think like, okay, why though?? s2 had no problem showing peggy’s cleavage otherwise. in fact, s2 was noticeably boobier than s1. in s2, I can recall exactly 2 costumes with visible cleavage (and I’m being generous with 1). in s2, there are at least 7, with one of them being, indeed, the very same red dress!!

the dress in episode 2x01:

the dress in the dream sequence in episode 2x09:

you can see that the first scene shows the actual cleavage, while the second one?? tries to pretend?? that hayley atwell is made of smooth plastic???

this is insane. but what is the reason for it? I don’t know, but I have two theories.

one: the dream sequence, because it contained the dance number, was used as promotional material, and maybe it had to be a bit ‘censored’ because it would be spread to a wider audience. the ol’ boob moral panic.

two, and this is my favorite, because it’s the fun one: this is the one and only scene in s2 where angie appears. the show had already done almost all they could to make people forget that cartinelli was ever a ship (and also that peggy had a healthy relationship that did not involve any men). they knew that cartinelli shippers would go RABID with this interaction, even if it is part of an objectively terrible scene, even if angie spends the whole time pressuring peggy into choosing a man. what were they suppossed to do?? leave those boobs?? right in front of the lesbian?? so she could ogle them?? not in my christian show!!

(to be fair, the cleavage remains covered throughout the full dream sequence, not just the parts where angie is present, but then again, it would be pretty weird if boobs suddenly showed up one moment and disappeared the next. people would notice. not me, but you know, people.

also interesting is that most of the screentime for the boobier outfits in s2 takes place when peggy is with men, especially those that the show frames as being interested in her, namely s*usa, th*mpson, jason and others. maybe this is a coincidence, because she spends the whole season suffocated, I mean surrounded by men, but maybe it’s not. maybe cleavage is only valid when it’s for a man. I hate s2❤️)

[randomshyperson]

Best (Girl)Friends - Wanda Maximoff x Rogers!Reader

Summary: Wanda sympathizes with your willpower. 70 years on ice is a long time to wait for an intimate touch. And being the good friend that she is, Wanda offers you some help.

Warnings: (+18), some vague plot, smut with virginity loss, Rogers!Reader following all Wanda’s wishes, power bottom!Wanda, kissing, friends to lovers, mutual pining, explicit consent but Wanda being a tease and a bit possessive. | Words: 4.893k

A/-N-> I’m pretty sure this was a request, but I couldn’t find it anywhere. 

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Shield acted as if they won the lottery.

In a way, it felt like that. Two Rogers siblings found on the same day would probably yield some promotions within the teams responsible, and a nice image bonus with the US government. 

But while Captain America was found in a negative temperature on the other side of the planet, his sister destroyed an entire building with her sudden appearance inside a blue explosion a few hours later.

In your defense, you had no idea what was about to happen. 

One minute, you were inside a Howard Stark-designed marine suit at the bottom of the ocean. But in Shield's defense, you were disobeying the orders of your director, that is, Margaret Carter on the phone, who five minutes earlier insisted that she would not risk losing another Rogers and that reaching the cube was not worth the risk to your safety, but you still put on the prototype underwater suit and dived in search of the item, which, to you, was the key to finding your brother.

You were right, in a way. Touching the cube with the determined idea that you would like to see Steve again really worked. The problem was how it happened. 

The explosion was all around you, and you saw nothing but the beam of blue light that forced you to close your eyes. One moment you were deep in the sea, and the next you were in the middle of one of the Shield Secret Bases, a thousand of bricks flying around with the force of the explosion.

Your presence in the secret room of Project PEGASUS caused Shield to be on high alert, and a dozen rifles to be pointed in your face.

But it was all cleared up in no time and ended with your figure handcuffed on the seat of a government Jet on its way to New York.

Unlike Steve, you were awake. And not the least bit in the mood to follow Nick Fury's theatrical demands.

"That's to avoid shock, Miss Rogers-"

"Absolutely not, Nicholas." You cut him off impatiently, your hands-free since Shield had clarified exactly who you were. "The first thing I'm saying to my brother won't be a lie."

Nick sighed. "I understand it's a delicate situation, Miss, but Captain Rogers has been frozen for too long. An innocent fantasy is meant to lessen the shock of the truth."

You skirted Nick without caring about the speech. "There's no way to lighten news like this one. We're both in the future, for Chris’s sake! That it's absurd enough. No more lies, and let me see my brother for once. You have no idea how long I've been waiting for that." 

Fury didn't have the heart to insist, not only because he had another supersoldier getting him out of the way, but because of the emotion in your voice. He waved in dismissal to any soldier more curious about your determined walk, and no one interfered as you made your way to the room where they placed your brother.

Shield had begun to create a scenario around him that made you chuckle in irony. You dismissed the agent posing as a nurse with a look, and Nick allowed you to be alone in the room, and without wasting any time, you made your way to the bed.

Steve looked the same as he did the day he disappeared, and you felt a sob break in your throat. Maybe the sound woke him up.

He opened confused eyes at you, and unlike him, you had aged a lot since the last time he had seen you when you were still a child. 

"Hey, Stevie." Your greeting came hoarsely, laden with emotion. Steve took a moment to recognize you.

"Y/N?" He asked, tense and startled. You could almost see the gears of his brain working, the way he tried to recognize his surroundings as well. "God, how long have I...?"

"Longer than you can imagine, big brother. Much longer." You replied before hugging him tightly. 

This must have been the last entirely friendly interaction you had with your brother, a reunion bittersweet for its peculiarities that was unable to conciliate years of differences between the two of you. Nor did the ice erase your hurt over Steve sending you away from the war when your parents passed away, or make you forget the years of training and working for Shield in search of him once you were back in Brooklyn. Nor did it change Steve's view of how he wanted to protect and keep out of trouble - which included superhero work - his younger sister who he had vowed to take care of.

But it was indeed an undeniable amusement to the rest of the team that the personalities of the Rogers siblings were so blatantly different, and it caused some apprehension every time Steve had to witness you leaving the tower in some sports car borrowed from Tony Stark while dressed in leather jackets borrowed from Natasha Romanoff.

The apex that you were entirely corrupted for all that he expected from a proper 1950s girl came in the addition of a certain angry witch to the team a while later.

Of course, the close age - if one ignores the years between the time jump and your arrival - you and Wanda had made your friendship an inevitability. But this doesn't mean that witnessing your clear crush on the new Avenger wasn't giving your older brother a headache.

Natasha thinks he deserved some credit. Considering he was a white man from the 1950s who was frozen before appearing in a new century, Steve was pretty open-minded. She was pretty sure this was due to the closet years of keeping a secret crush on his best friend, but she wouldn't be mean enough to torment Steve with that. 

And besides this, you were also getting used to the new century. And with the possibility of being able to have feelings for Wanda in an open and free way, so different from the world you lived in before.

The witch, on the other hand, had the greatest of fun tormenting you as much as she could while she waited for you to be ready.

And these teases came at every opportunity Wanda could take, from summer days at the tower pool where she had an excuse to wear bikinis around you and make a complete mess of you with the "friendly cuddling" which is how she came to justify the fact that your room was hers now and that there was nothing more platonical than sleeping cuddled up to your best friend.

With each passing moment, you grew comfortable and certain in your own feelings, parallel to which you became more confident in your powers and Wanda began to feel that the tables were turning on her every time a tickle war ended with you using your super-strength to pin her to the bed or you could effortlessly carry her away from a training session or conflict.

It didn't take long for the situation to become unbearable - Wanda was sure she would combust in the next cuddling session if she felt your body against hers again without that leading to what she really wanted, so now she had to take drastic action.

Communication was always the key to everything.

"Have you ever had sex?"

Your cell phone fell hard on your face. Wanda giggled at the mirror reflection: she was on her back brushing her hair and stealing glances at your figure lying on the bed, still learning to use the current technology but definitely loving the whole thing.

Snorting in embarrassment, you pushed the electronic device down onto the mattress and massaged your sore face. "I'm beginning to think you enjoy seeing me like this."

"What do you mean?" She asks innocently, turning her attention to the ring drawer. 

"Disconcerted."

Wanda chuckles mischievously, running her fingers through the options and trying to decide between the items as you stare at the ceiling. "I know you're like 100 years old, but won’t you tell me that it never happened? Not even when you became a hottie super soldier?"

You grunted in shame, covering your face with your arm. Wanda giggled again, this time putting on one of the silver rings. You were too far away to notice how her fingers were slightly trembling, giving away how she was equally affected by the conversation. But unlike you, Wanda knew how to keep it cool very well.

"Wandaaa." You grumbled, and she almost dropped the subject when you added. "No."

"No, what?"

With a sigh, you removed your arm from in front of your face but didn't risk looking at her. "Back then...I just, I didn't have the courage I guess. You know, girls were supposed to be virgins to marry, in theory. And well, I wasn't going to marry anyone because I was too busy working. And when I got into the army, the vast majority of the guys I knew started looking at me with contempt and indignation, and then came the serum I just...didn't know how to handle the attention."

Wanda spun the stool she was sitting on toward you, listening closely to your words. 

You sighed shyly. "I mean I had opportunities, but I just didn't feel comfortable following them. I wanted... to be with someone who liked me. Not the super serum, you know? Most people were only talking to me because of it. They hoped to gain some kind of benefit from meeting the American Soldier. I don't know, maybe it's just me trying not to sound so... cowardly."

Wanda stood up with a sigh, and you swallowed dryly, keeping your gaze on the ceiling until her face appear in your field of vision.

"Detka, you are literally the bravest person I know." Reminded the witch, bringing a small smile to you. "And there's nothing wrong with not being ready, or waiting for the right person. Sex is intimate, it makes sense that you want it to happen with someone you like and who likes you back."

"Thank you for being understanding." You muttered, swallowing dryly when instead of returning to her previous activities, Wanda sat down on the bed next to you. With a sigh and shifting your gaze to the ceiling again, you ventured, "Have you?"

Wanda's teasing giggle brought a deep color to your face. "Have I what?"

Snorting, you retorted, "Come on, you're the one who brought this up."

Wanda pinched you gently on the belly, smiling at your complaint. “A few times, actually.'"

It made no sense at all to feel jealous of a time you didn't even know her, and that you were somehow in the past, but still, a bitter burn filled your stomach. Wanda, the telepath that she was, seemed to know exactly what you were thinking, and without caring whether it would make your heart stop or not, approached you to use your torso as her personal pillow. With two legs on which side of your hips, she stared down at you.

"But it was nothing outstanding." She began, using her fingertips to wander all the exposed skin of your neck and shoulders through your pajamas and having the best time in the world in watching every single hair of you shiver. "I kept making the same mistake in settling down for mediocre sex. No real feelings, no passion, much less love. Always end up frustrated and having to finish the job alone."

You frowned in confusion. "Alone...?" But it only took one look from Wanda for you to understand what she meant and choke, your face pink again. The younger girl giggled, leaning her elbow on you to rest her chin on her own hand and take a closer look. 

"Eyes on me, baby." She asked, hoping you would overcome your own shyness to do so. When you follow her request, Wanda was ready to risk everything. "You know I love you, don't you?"

You sighed, nodding. "I love you too, Wanda." Your confession was huskier than hers, and she had to ignore the sincerity of what that really meant in order to stay focused on that afternoon's goal. "Kind of the essential thing on the best friend package, isn't it?"

Wanda chuckled, rolling her eyes. 

Of course, you would make a joke to lessen the intensity of the moment, if she was nervous in all her confident glory, she could have sympathy for you, who was literally having to deal with your long-time crush practicing lying over you.

"Friends help each other, don't they? Especially best friends." She retorted, and you frowned in confusion.

"Yeah, I guess… why, did something happen?" Before your confusion could turn to worry entirely and you could finish the movement of getting up, Wanda pressed her hands on your shoulders and pushed you back on the mattress.  "Hey." You chuckled puzzledly, but the laughter died into an affected sigh when Wanda simply shifted in your lap completely, in a very non-platonic way.  "Right, whatever makes you comfortable." You mutter, very aware of the heat radiating from the girl's body on top of you, who just chuckled mischievously at your shyness.

"Relax, dorogoya." Wanda reasserted in a low, dangerously seductive voice. Her hands were on your shoulders still, rubbing your loose pajamas and somehow pushing them down to the limits, exposing as much skin as Wanda could manage. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to...but I also need you to tell me exactly what you wanna do and how ready for me you are."

Your throat went dry, and Wanda's dilated pupils were not helping the words to form. She bit her lip, seeming to have the best time with your clumsiness.

"I-I... god, Wanda..." You gasped and she leaned in completely until her breath was hitting your cheek.

"How about a kiss? Don't tell me you never got one?" She mocked and you had to chuckle dryly.

"You can be quite an ass, Maximoff." You murmured with your eyes closed, risking moving your hands to her thighs around your hips, the action making you both hold your breaths for a second. "I've kissed before."

"Hmm, I see." She hits back, deviating from the original path and letting her mouth tease your jaw, feeling your hands squeeze her thighs gently with every kiss across your skin. What Wanda wouldn't do to see you lose control...

"I like kissing." You confess hoarsely, mostly because she’s making you so nervous that the words are simply spilling. You kept your eyes closed and your neck stretched to give her more room to don’t stop. Aware of your words, Wanda hums again as she keeps depositing chaste kisses on your collarbone. "I like...kissing girls."

It should be a heartfelt confession, one that Wanda theoretically knew about but that you've never put into words before. But suddenly, Wanda bit down on you, hard enough for you to grunt in pain, opening your eyes. She grabs your cheeks with one hand, a hot fury in her eyes that makes you shudder.

"Rule number one, don't talk about other girls when you have one on top of you."

You open your mouth like a fish, babbling nonsense for enough time for Wanda to make a motion of leaving. But that makes you react. "I didn't mean to upset you!" You try quickly, hands moving on an instinct to hold her by the waist on top of you. Wanda has to bite her lips hard to keep from letting out a much more submissive sound than she would like when you just squeeze her firmly to keep her there. "Wanda, please forgive me! I-you caught me off guard, alright? I’m nervous… We’re friends and suddenly… you’re so close and I’m talking nonsense! Please, just… tell me what you want to hear.”

She huffs impatiently, crossing her arms and turning her face away as you sigh in defeat. Wanda wants to be annoyed, but you're so lovely when you lean your face into her, trying to ease her anger with chaste kisses on her cheeks and neck until you manage to get from her a stubborn smile. She has no choice but to uncross her arms to slide her hands up your shoulders, wrapping herself around your body again. 

She feels you smile and relax completely, the kisses getting firmer on her neck until they tickle and elicit a husky giggle from her. Still, Wanda settles a hand in your hair, and the slight tug to bring your faces close together again draws a deep sigh from you.

"I don't want to hear about other girls, detka. This is your last warning." She says seriously with eyes glowing red for a moment. Wanda had hoped to have a direct effect, but to her surprise, a teasing smirk began to form on your lips.

"Wow, you're totally jealous." You accused and she grimaced, trying to pull away once more. But that only made you burst out into a teasing giggle, while your strong arms wrapped around her torso, bringing her back to you effortlessly while keeping her locked into you. Wanda was clearly aware of how shaky her legs were with the motion, and trying to walk away again would only result in her falling to the ground. "Wanda, darling, the girls I kissed must be a hundred years old by now."

Reluctantly and with a rosy tinge in her cheeks, she mutters, "Honestly, I was hoping to be your first."  Her confession makes you rise your eyebrows in surprise, only to smile fondly next. Your hands moved again, caressing her back in an attempt to relax her as well. 

"Hey, look at me." You call out gently, waiting for the girl's stubbornness to subside with the help of your caresses. Wanda has a stronger color on her face when she finally raises her eyes to you again. "I didn't imagine this was anything of relevance to you. But I haven't lied before, I've never been with someone intimately. If you still want to, you can be my first... everything else."

She twitches her nose softly. "You’re making it sound like it’s a favor for me. I only want to... if you do too." She retorts with a certain determination in her gaze, and though you feel your cheeks burn with the ultimatum, you nod foolishly before breaking the distance.

It catches Wanda by surprise, the sudden kiss, and you're despairing when she doesn't respond immediately, pulling away at the same speed you approached. "Sorry." You say mortified and breathless, your lips tingling. "I like you, Wan. I really do. I just thought you should know before..."

She places a finger over yours, shushing your nervous anticipation. Her free hand goes to your cheek and Wanda pulls you close again, her eyes darkening in a way that makes you shiver entirely.

"Like I said before, just relax, baby. Stop overthinking." She whispers before she firms her mouth over yours. It's a sensual, intense kiss unlike any you've ever received. Wanda seems determined to drive you to complete insanity. She kisses you unhurried, waiting for permission to slide her tongue into yours, and giving you no room to breathe properly, head spinning with those new yet so familiar needy feelings. She kisses and kisses you until you're restless beneath her, your body burning and your hands curious testing limits that she doesn’t impose, only encourages you to break. Her taste and smell intoxicate your every sense, the feel of her body molded to yours, teasing your reactions and almost making you lose control of your strength. The tight squeeze you give her when she sucks your tongue earns a whimper from her that sticks and echoes in your mind, making you dizzy with lust. When she finally breaks the kiss to breathe, her lips are swollen like yours, and her pupils are so dilated that there is no green left in them. Your face burns for the matching fire you find in her gaze.

You are unable to find any words to describe this moment, so you only stare at her, blushing over the smirk that starts to form on her lips once she catches the adoring look you’re giving her.

Licking your lips to try to gain some focus, you dare to ask: “Was it…good?” You would have added “Did you like” or “Was I enough” if Wanda didn't break into a giggle that shut you entirely, your cheeks burning. Before the shame could surface, she grabbed your cheeks again. “You’re too cute, darling.” She says, kissing you again more quickly than before. Her hands move to yours then, intertwining your fingers together to drag them on her thighs, down, and then back up, this time under her skirt. Your heart stopped, and Wanda turned her dark eyes back to yours, her voice so low you wouldn't have heard it if you weren't so close. “Don’t be shy, see for yourself how much I like kissing you.” She whispers darkly.

When she kisses you again, her hands guide you under her skirt until you're in her front. The mere contact of your fingers with the wet spot on her panties makes you groan and break the kiss, needing a moment to just take a breath and calm your nerves. Wanda doesn't wait long, releasing your hands to move hers to your shoulders, needing firm support now that you're so close to where she needs it so badly. She gasps in surprise when your hand gives a quick tug that rips her panties off at once, a wave of new wetness running down her thighs in the same second.

You don't say anything about it, just turns your face to kiss her again, the same way she did before, and somehow even dirtier and more sexual, drawing gasps with every flick of your tongue against hers.

Because Wanda's your best friend, she wants to taunt you - tease you about being better at this than you let on, but all the words fall away at once when your fingers fill her in one go. All Wanda can do is moan, choking on the kiss as she feels you slide into her with such ease. 

"Fuck, detka." She moans with her eyes tightly closed, just as she pulls away to breathe. Your response is to just continue your movements, in and out of her without haste, feeling every mention of her warm walls squeezing your fingers. Wanda is burning on top of you and the sound of her drenched pleasure echoes low. You hum contentedly, nipping at her neck as she can no longer match the kiss, so close to her own climax. Your hand adjusts, increasing its reach, and when your thumb gives her clit the attention it needs, Wanda lets out an affected squeal. "W-wanna cum, baby. Please!"

You bite back a smile, surprised and impressed by the question hidden in the statement. You adjust to face her and wait for Wanda to feel the change to look at you too. The dark, lust-filled pupils leave you breathless.

"You can cum, sweetheart, you don't even have to ask." You assure her softly, never stopping your movements inside her. "I'm here to please you." You whisper, and it's enough for Wanda to break into an affected moan, hips thrusting helplessly against your hand until she arches her back and lets out the longest, dirtiest moan you've ever heard. 

Her eyes flutter shut as she rides her high on your soaked hand, until she finally opens scarlet pupils for you, a long groan leaving her lips as the last sensations of the best orgasm she ever had fade away.

Wanda turns her full attention to you in the next second, stealing quick but intense kisses until a husky giggle leaves her lips and tickles yours.

"You're too good at this for your own good." She prompts, and the compliment takes a heartfelt giggle from you. You try to relax under her gaze but Wanda's dilated eyes have a different twinkle as she holds your cheeks more firmly. "I think I want to keep you all to myself. Without sharing with anybody else. What do you say, baby?"

You swallow dry, suddenly quite vulnerable "H-hm, like... dating?" You retort in a weak tone of voice because you need to confirm and well the idea that someone as unbelievably awesome as Wanda Maximoff is actually asking for exclusivity with you seems too freaking surreal not to confirm. As many times as necessary.

Wanda giggles mischievously, settling herself on top of your fingers that never left her and sighing as she feels you even deeper than before. "Yeah, just like that." She moans, and you're not sure if she's answering your question or guiding you through the motions, but you get the impression that the answer goes both ways. 

It's not like you will contradict your new girlfriend any further.

Before Wanda could indulge in the sensation again, however, she stopped you with a gentle grip on your wrist. Raising curious eyes to the breathless flushed girl on top of you, your first reaction was to check if you had done something wrong, and by god, hurt her. But Wanda bit back a smile, her other hand going down to your belt.

"We're overdressed, honey." She whispered against your lips, red sparkles playing with the edge of your shirts, teasing them upward. " Strip."

Moaning low against her mouth, Wanda almost didn't let you pull away. In record time, your clothes were off and so were hers, between stolen panting kisses you fell to the mattress again, curious hands urging together.

Wanda pinned you beneath her with no effort despite your super strength, and feeling her naked against your skin drove you to the brink of insanity. She swallowed each moan with her mouth, appreciating the increasingly needy sounds as she fit against your hips, and began to move hers.

Soon, the friction became unbearably arousing and you had to clutch at the sheet, and the headboard. A hot, tight knot at the tip of your stomach left you breathless, every movement of Wanda's hips into yours, the perfect fit between your cunts was enough to make you choke. 

You practically meowed when she got the rhythm right. "O-oh god Wanda! T-there's something... fuck, I can't-"

"I know baby, just let go for me." She panted, her hands clenching the sheet on either side of your head, her hips frantic against yours. "Fuck, you feel amazing" She moans a confession, smiling satisfied at your expression of pure bliss beneath her.

Suddenly the knot bursts, and you're blinded by the pleasure of your first orgasm for a full moment. The headboard snaps in your left hand and Wanda cums in a loud, animalistic moan, spilling herself down on you before collapsing heavily onto your torso, your panting breaths mingling like your juices.

You try to recover together from the intensity of the climax, your hand finding her back on instinct to stroke her as Wanda nestles closer against you, an exhausted, satisfied smile on her lips.

She barely had a chance to lift her face to kiss you when the bedroom door suddenly opened.

"Kid, is everything all right in here I heard something breaking-'" 

You nearly knocked Wanda off the bed in an attempt to cover the two of you with the comforter - and the mattress lost a few springs in the process.

The two Avengers who'd entered the room covered their faces with their hands, but unlike your brother, Natasha was holding back her laughter.

"I'm sorry. We... I... you-"

"Come on Captain, we're leaving." Natasha cut Steve off with a pat on the shoulder, leading the way backward. "Sorry girls, lock the door next time. And well, use protection!" She burst out laughing, ignoring the embarrassed grumbles from you and Wanda, and closing the door.

With the safety of a locked door, you hid your face in your pillow.

"Great, the best day of my life might be ruined because my brother is going to have a stroke."  You grumbled, getting a hearty laugh from the other.

Wanda adjusted herself, stroking your hair until you looked at her again. "Best day of your life, huh? I'm flattered." She teases, smiling at the red that appears on your cheeks.

"As if you weren't cocky enough." You retort in the same tone, adjusting to hold her by the waist and pull her to you, getting on top now. Wanda sighs softly, even warmer with the addition of the blanket now, she finds it kind of hard to concentrate, much more talk. "Thank you, Wands."

Your line surprises her. "For what?"

"For being my first time." You clarify with a shrug, though your gaze was intense. "I've always wanted it to be with someone special, someone I like and trust. And there's no one I love more than you."

Wanda kisses you because she doesn't want to be the type to cry during sex, and she's pretty sure she would. You don't mind, she transmits the feeling through action and well, there are other things you're dying to do other than talk.

There will be time for confessions later.

[flowers-poetry-poc]

Why does Marvel have this amnesia towards their projects pre Disney plus? Every year they’re talking about “gayest tv show yet” or “first gay character” like they didn’t have Karolina and Nico from Runaways in 2017 in an explicitly canon lesbian relationship.

And the fans are just as bad. The incels calling everything woke DEI nonsense when marvels shows c.2013-2019 were probably the best tv marvel has put out while also having quite diverse stories.

Now they purposely rate any female lead project poorly, purely because they expect less from women. But shows like Jessica Jones, Agent Carter, Agents of S.H.E.I.L.D were really popular when airing.

Marvel used to focus on Black stories, have disabled/ neurodivergent characters, explicitly queer charcters, conversations about rape and PTSD and more! So why have they forgotten that they made these high quality shows? And why are the fans now having such a negative reaction to anything that’s not white male lead?

[missvelvetsstuff]

No Benefits

Bucky Barnes x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Sharon Carter

Summary: Reader and Bucky are best friends until a drunken hook up. Bucky wants a friends with benefits situation because he doesn't feel ready for a relationship but reader knows that will lead to a broken heart.

Then Sharon Carter comes to work with them.

Notes: Steve and Tony are around but retired, everything else is mostly canon

Chapter 5

Warnings: swearing, angst

It was almost 8pm when Sam sat down to eat dinner in the compounds dining room with Steve, Clint and Nat. They were all exhausted, having been awake since 3am trying to get a lead on Bucky and Sharon's whereabouts.

He craned his neck and looked around the crowded room.

"Hey, has anyone seen Cookie? I stopped by her office earlier but haven't seen her since. She has a bad habit of working through meals and bed time."

The others all shook their heads and mumbled something in the negative.

Sam frowned "I should take some food up to her, maybe remind her to get some sleep."

Nat scoffed "She's a grown woman, she can take care of herself. Besides, it wouldn't hurt her to skip a meal. Or two."

Sam gave her an off look "What the Hell Romanoff? Cookie's gorgeous as she is, why are your claws out? Still miffed Barnes was giving her so much attention?"

Nat smirked "Was being the keyword in that sentence. Watching that little social climber being iced out by the Winter Soldier has been a source of great joy for me. She should have stayed in her lane with the other nerds instead of trying to sleep her way up."

Sam shook his head "Mee-ow, Romanoff. Didn't realize you felt so threatened by her. Well I'm going to look in on her. See you around."

Sam went into the kitchen to make a plate for Cookie before heading up to her office.

Clint looked at Nat "What is your problem with Cookie? She's a sweetheart and the best analyst here. I'm gonna hit my rack while I can. Later."

Nat sat with Steve for a few more minutes before standing up. "I have some leads to look into. See ya."

Steve shook his head at his friends strange behavior but wrote it off as stress over the missing agents and dove into his food.

Sam left the elevator on the mission support floor and was surprised to find Cookie's office locked up, lights out. He figured she must have gone to bed and headed for her room. He knocked on her door and when there was no response he felt like he needed to be sure.

"Friday? Where's Cookie?"

"Agent Y/L/N left the compound with Agent Iris Daniels at 1:17 this afternoon."

"Wait, what? She's gone?"

"Yes Captain Wilson."

Sam shook his head "This isn't good. Why would she just leave?" He mumbled to himself, before asking

"Friday, did she leave any word of where she was going or when she would return?"

"I'm sorry Captain Wilson she didn't."

"Fuck! Friday, can you find her?"

"I'm on it, Captain."

"Where's Stark?"

"Mr Stark is in his lab."

"Can you tell him I'm on my way there. We need to talk. And tell Rogers too."

"Of course, Captain."

Sam hurried up to Tony Starks lab, followed by Steve.

Tony looked up "What's up, Captains? Any leads on Carter and Barnes?"

Sam shook his head "No, there's another problem."

Tony tensed "Now what?"

"Cookie is gone. She left early this afternoon with one of her analysts. Didn't leave a note or tell anyone where she went. I tried to call both of them but it went straight to voicemail. Considering the tension between Cookie, Bucky and Carter this seems to have gotten more serious. Cookie knows more about the classified workings here than anyone else. Carter might find her useful."

Steve tried to protest "I'm sure Cookie is just following a lead, I doubt she's in any kind of trouble. Just because she had a falling out with Bucky, doesn't mean he would let anything happen to her."

Tony closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Really Rogers? I know you're not around much but Barnes and Carter have effectively iced Cookie out, she's with Sam more than she's with Barnes." he rubbed his neck

"Friday, any clues where they might have gone?"

"No, boss but Captain Wilson started a search for her and the agent she left with. I'll let you know if I find them."

Sam looked at Tony "There has to be more we can do than sit here waiting for one of them to pop up in Fridays search."

Tony sighed "Friday, how did they leave the compound?"

"They took one of your cars, boss."

Tony shouted, Sam and Steve flinched "That's it, find that car."

"I'll notify you when I do Mr Stark."

Tony notified the rest of the team to suit up and be ready to go as soon as they had a location.

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Bucky woke up with a start, he could feel that he was sitting on a dirt floor, against a cold concrete wall, wrists bound behind his back with some kind of handcuffs that he couldn't get out of. Ankles bound together as well. He opened his eyes and the room was dark with a musty, earthy smell. He couldn't see much and concluded he was probably in a basement since there were no windows.

He shook his head to try and clear it.

He remembered talking to Sharon after waking up in a cabin upstate but when he tried to remember anything else his head started pounding again and he gave up.

Bucky decided to see if he could find anything and pushed against the wall to stand up. He kept next to the wall and took small steps around the room to see if he could find a way out or if there was anything he could use as a weapon.

He bumped into what felt like another wall but he couldn't see it, even though his eyes were adjusted to the dark, and it seemed too close to be a wall. He shuffled along next to it until he came to another corner.

Bucky snapped around when he heard a door open then flinched when a light came on.

"Aahhh, you're awake finally. Your little friend is still out so we will have to wait to get started."

Bucky moved towards the voice and ran into a clear wall but could see her on the other side of the wall smiling. He growled when he couldn't push through the wall. "Sharon? What the fuck is going on?"

Sharon chuckled "Oh Bucky, poor confused baby. I'm not a Bond villain who is going to explain my whole plan while you figure out how to escape. You'll just have to wait and see. Don't worry your precious Cookie should be awake soon."

She motioned her head to his right.

Bucky felt like he couldn't breathe when he saw Cookie tied up on the floor and unconscious, in a second, smaller room with clear walls. Sharon approached her and dumped a bucket of water on her before leaving that room and sitting on one of the steps that led upstairs.

Cookie jerked and spluttered awake when the water hit her "Wh what th th the fuck?"

Sharon clapped happily "Oh good, you're awake. Don't worry, this won't take too long. I'm just so excited that we finally get to do this."

Bucky slammed his shoulder against the wall with no effect. "Dammit Sharon, let her go. She doesn't have anything to do with this. You have me, I did everything you asked so just leave her alone."

Sharon giggled "That's not true, you refused to kill her for me but don't worry, we're going to fix that today."

Bucky shook his head "No Sharon, you don't need to do this. You already have me."

Sharon sighed "Typical man, thinks it's all about him. Did it ever occur to you that the head of intel might be valuable to bad actors? Her head has so much information, more than anyone except maybe Fury."

Cookie spoke up "You're crazy if you think I'm telling you anything. I don't care if you torture me. You won't get anything from me."

Sharon laughed "You know, most of the people who say that end up spilling their guts when it starts to hurt. That's ok, I have other options. Antonia?"

A woman came down the stairs to stand next to Sharon, Cookie did a double take "Antonia? Dreykov? But that's Iris? What are you doing here? You said we-" she shook her head "You're the mole. Why?"

Antonia pulled off the photostatic veil to reveal her own face and smiled "For my father, to bring the Red Room back to its former glory. Once you're gone, I'll take your job and be able to access all the top level intel you refused to share. If you had just let me in, you wouldn't be here now."

Bucky slammed himself against the wall separating him from Sharon. "No, please. You can't kill her. I'll go with you willingly, I'll be yours, just don't hurt her."

Sharon smirked "You will come with me either way. We've been tweaking the mind control serum that Dreykov created so you shouldn't be able to break free like you have been. The Super soldier serum helped you keep waking up from the mind control but we've found a way to compensate for that so you won't even be sad your precious Cookie is dead." She winked at him "Or that you killed her."

As if on cue Natasha descended the stairs with her sister Yelena and handed a small tranq dart to Sharon "Here's the serum for Barnes. Let's get this over with before Stark figures out where we are."

Bucky stared at Natasha "Why are you doing this? Betraying the Avengers, hurting more innocent people?"

Nat smirked "I told you all of it, don't you remember? The morning after you fucked her.

***Flashback***

Bucky woke up from one of the best nights sleep he had ever had and smiled when he felt a warm body next to him, Cookie. He pulled her into him, amazed that she was here in his bed. That she wanted him too. He could tell the sun wasn't up yet so he closed his eyes and dozed off.

A little while later he woke again, needing to pee, so carefully extracted himself. When he was done he saw the time and hurried to meet Steve and Sam for their morning run.

When he got to the lobby he saw neither of them were there so decided on a short run so he could get back to Cookie. He smiled as he thought about her cuddled up in his bed and spending the day in bed together.

Before he was through the doors he heard Nat calling him. She propositioned him but he refused and told her about him and Cookie.

Nat frowned and shook her head "I have to apologize in advance then." She pulled something out of her pocket and gently slapped his neck.

Bucky pulled back "Owww, what was that?"

Nat sighed "A serum that Dreykov used to control the Widows."

Bucky looked at her, confused "Mind control? What are you doing, Nat? I- whu" he closed his eyes and when he opened them they were emotionless.

Nat grinned "Soldat?"

"готов подчиниться" Ready to comply

Nat smiled "Good boy. Now take your run, then go tell Cookie you just want sex, make some excuse up. And then stay away from her, Sharon will be here soon to be your handler. Once all is said and done, Cookie, Sharon and the rest of the Avengers will all be dead and you will be by my side. The Black Widow and Winter Soldier, running SWORD, HYDRA and the Red Room together."

Bucky nodded.

She showed him a picture of Sharon and repeated "Handler"

Then she patted his cheek "Go on, Soldat. Complete your mission."

Bucky nodded "миссия" Mission

Nat shook her head "That won't do. Soldat? I need you to act like Barnes or this won't work. Relax"

Soldat nodded and smirked "Of course, Natty. I'll take care of everything for you."

Then jogged off around the lake before heading back to the compound to break Cookies heart.

***end Flashback***

Bucky shook his head "Why did you make me hurt Cookie? I would never do that, I'm in love with her."

Cookie gasped "But-"

Sharon snapped "But nothing. I'm bored" she went into the room where Bucky was. He tried to fight her but with his arms and legs bound she was able to get close enough to hit him with the dart. She quickly backed away and Nat pushed a button that lowered the wall between Soldat and Cookie.

"Soldat?"

Bucky stood up straight "готов подчиниться" Ready to comply

Cookie cried out "No, Bucky please. Don't let her do this. Bucky!!"

Natasha glared at Cookie and clicked on a remote that unlocked Bucky's restraints "Enough of your whining. Soldat, kill her."

The Soldat nodded and then turned to Cookie who was cowering against the wall. She tried to push herself up to standing but the Soldat was too fast and wrapped his vibranium hand around her throat and lifted her up until her feet couldn't reach the ground.

Cookie looked at the cold face of her friend, the man she had loved for 2 years and rasped out "Bucky. Please." She looked into his emotionless eyes and she realized this was it, she closed her eyes and tried to say "I forgive you" as she lost consciousness.

Chapter 6

[flameobitch]

Well. I have drawn more than 30 maps, 14 of which are media characters and depict human negative traits :

♠️ Self-control : Sharon Goodnow (TAR), Miranda Priestly, Hecate Hardbroom

♥️ Hypocrisy : Clarissa Dovey, Queen Ingrith (Maleficent 2), Pippa Pentangle

♦️ Madness : Lady Lesso, Bellatrix Lestrange, Dotty(Agent Carter)

♣️ Self-destruction : Lidia Tar, Maleficent, Hermione Granger

Red Joker : Villanelle

Black Joker : Eve Polastri

If any of them interested you, then I will publish them

[cblgblog]

Agent Carter Season 1 is truly one of the most satisfying rewatches of all time for the Steggy-shipping Peggy stan, because Peggy gets to leave all the negging misogynistic fuckboys of the SSR office behind and wins a total HEA that includes a top-notch career fighting fascism AND the love of her life who she thought she'd lost forever...

As someone who is currently rewatching s1 for the first time in years? 100% this.

That whole season 1 finale was already perfect pre-Endgame (we won't talk about s2), but it was a very different kind of perfect. It was perfect in a bittersweet way, the same way the plane crash scene is perfect in a bittersweet way. For almost 10 years, that was Steggy shipping. Everything was bittersweet because they were forever missing each other.

With Endgame--and I've said this before--First Avenger is just so much easier to watch, knowing that they do in fact get their dance. It's a step in a very long, convoluted, winding road that makes it all the sweeter when you do finally get to Endgame. Same with AC s1 now. All of it is so much easier to watch knowing that they do in fact get their happy ending.

[agent99galanzo]

Frozen in ice |Natasha x Reader

An: it's my first time writing so please your opinion and rebloging matters to help me grow, but only the nice once though I don't count any of your negativity things

Ps. English is not my first language

Reposting and translating my work to any other language is not allowed and any other kind of copycat stuff is prohibited. Happy reading Fellas.

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Just like any other stressful day here in the compound Me and Steve just got back from a last minute undercover operation on a fancy ball in Costa Rica.

After finishing the debriefings and giving the file to Nick and Hill.

we start our trek back into the living quarters area.

And we're currently talking about the things that happened in our lives.

While I'm still wearing a fitted black dress that has a long slit to the side under my coat and also some black high heels

And steve is still also wearing his navy blue suit

"So it's been a while since the incident happened between you and agent Sharon Carter.... any new people you seem to have interest with or some?" I tell Rogers.

"No... and why you seem so interested in my love life?"

"Nothing,just asking because seems like the lady from the diner we went into last day couldn't take her eyes of you and.... I can't believe I'm saying this but she's kinda cute".I smirked at the last part

Steve glance at me " You mean the woman that served us or the lady at the counter? "

"The curly haired woman that served us"

"Huh... yeah she's nice the one with nose piercing?"

"Yeah... Why? You also found her you know... Intresting or something?"

I raised a brow and smirk

"Kinda but the piercing yeah... not ready for that"

"Huh... So if she doesn't have you know any piercing or whatever on her head that is hanging, I mean would you... go for it.... "

"No"

I raised a brow and looked at him

"why?"

Before he could even answer an agent greets us when we enter the lift

"It's just that... it's hard to find someone you hade the same life experiences as you"

"Huh.... you have a point, but if you find that someone or anyone how would you like approach them?" I ask.

The lift opens and we head our way to the dining area

He raised an brow and looked at me "You mean flirt with them?"

"Yeah, Not like Flirt flirt more like you... know...something like how to approach them "

"Why did you ask

I look at him and say

"Nothing... just you know curiosity kills a pig that's all... plus I wanna know how much practice you had"

They reach the dining area where everyone was

"Practice I don't need practice. Why on earth would I need that?"

Natasha Pov's

After a long ass stressful day here in the compound it finally dinner time .

"Hey nat"

wanda greets as she is the one who first acknowledge my appearance, followed by the others.

"Hey" I greet back to them and also notice that both Y/n and Rogers are not here.

'Huh... wierd' I said to my self knowing that Rogers is not that late type of person.

His actually already here with the others every time I arrive that is why it's so strange.

And also Y/n the woman I secretly like for quite a long time now. They must be on a mission.

I mean who wouldn't like her she's beuatiful like me of course.... ,Ok fine as much as it pains me to say this but I gotta admit she is even prettier than me and she is also hot as hell she could be a Victoria Secret model if she is not an agent.

I wonder what type of creature or god mold her perfect beauty.

And also she's clever, wise, smartass, sassy, and maybe  many people would say that she's rude but the truth is she's really kind and caring in her on way.

She doesn't like to show to people but I've seen it quite a few times when we went on a mission and also,when we went grocery shopping she bought like a whole separate grocery basket for a homeless person 2 kilometers  away from here at the compound.

I snap back to reality when someone tap my shoulder "Romanoff", I  quickly twist there arm and bring them to the ground

"OH MY GOD!!"

" SWEET! LORD! JESUS!"

" MY!! GOD!!ROMANOFF!"

"ROMANOFF EASY!!"

"NATASHA"

Then I realized that is was Barton who tap my shoulder and also the that I bring to the ground.

I let go of him and help them get up.

"Jesus clint are you planning to give me a heart attack and that's what you get for scaring me."

"Ok.. first of all that hurts" he said as he rolls around his shoulder.

"And second of all I've been calling you for about a minute straight and your not responding... so sorry if I scared the living shit out of you.." he said as we sat back down

"Whatever..."

"What got you so far from your mind?"

"Nothing"

"We both know that, that nothing means something"

"So what is it"

But before I could answer an arrival of people interrupted us.

And... they have arrive

"Practice I don't need practice. Why on earth would I need that?"

Y/n Pov

"I didn't say anything about you needing practice. I ask about how much practice.... ok let's not say practice 'cuase now I think that's sound so trifling... let's just say... experience. There 'experience'... now let me rephrase the question and answer it. Steve Grant Rogers How much experience have you had with flirting with somebody in your time back then

"Fine many than once."

There satisfied?"

"Oh... real-" before I could finish I didn't realised that everybody is already here.

"Hey you two... how was the mission " Tony ask

"Fine everything goes as

planned. " steve said

"Yup.. Ahuh.. everything goes as planned" I said sarcastically while rolling my eyes.

"What... everything did go as planned" steve answered.

"Yeah everything except the distracting the woman part"

"Well what happened"

"Let's just say I instructed him to flirt with the woman at the bar so I can swooped in and get the USB from the back,but guess what"

"What...? What happened did he peed on his pants" Sam chimed in

"Haha that's hilarious sam"

"I know right"

"No thank God he didn't, but it looks like he almost did" I said smiling

"No. I did not "

I just smiled at him "What matter is we execute and did the job done on time without causing any harm".

"Awhh look at you covering up how awful your flirting skills are..." I said with a sass.

"I- whatever you say. In my defence I did my best to that woman and... the woman wasn't even invlove there".

I smile at him "I know just wanna see how fast can you go from bieng a 0-10... and my..my... if I may say I would rate it a 5 if you aren't that good looking"

"Ouch"

I walked pass him towards the fridge to get my self some refreshing water before turning around to look at him straightin the eye." Looks like your body might be defrosted from the ice but your flirting capability hasn't...." I pause to drink.

"would you want me to go and do you a favor of going down there and check if it still frozen and defrost it for you so you can use it..??" I said it playfully.

He look at me with a slight annoyance in his face "whatever I'm gonna go take a shower" and walks away.

I laugh as he struts away.

"Very clever" Nat said and I just wink at her in response as I also walk away and grabbing my coat along the way to

Get change in my room.

And that dress was already enough to sweep Nat of the feet by the agent but damn she got got her by the hook with that wink.

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[cowboycannibalism]

Not quite a review just some thoughts on Longlegs (spoilers!) ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

so I saw Longlegs and while I loved it I can see why a lot of people don't. it's loose in the plot at times because it's personal. Oz Perkins himself has said that he made it for himself, that it's a story of a mother's love and how that can sometimes be used to do harm; if I remember correctly his words were something along the lines of mom's lying to their kids out of love. He started writing this story with that. Even Nicholas Cage has said that he brought elements of his mother to the role, having had to live through watching her struggle with her mental illnesses.

It's beautiful to watch, the cinematography is so fantastic that I can't even describe it. I loved the flashbacks being shot/shown in that smaller ratio and how it took us out of the present day yet somehow didn't feel like a flashback if that makes any sense lol. the sound design is insane to me, I felt so tense the entire time! I thought the title cards breaking it into 3 parts was such a good way to move the story along and sort of get the audience ready for what came next.

I do think it was overhyped and that's why so many people are disappointed with it. But it was still an amazing movie and it will reach the people who it was meant for.

Now for some negatives :( the satanic angle was interesting but it could have done more, not too much like Maxxxine but just a tad. I really liked the decoded Revelation lines and wish more of that had been included and expanded on, though I came out of theater with my own connecting thoughts as someone who grew up with catholicism, I think for the general public it didn't mean a whole lot or do much.

I would have loved if the movie was a little longer tbh. like was her mom under any kind of influence from the devil or was she really just so protective of her daughter that she really would have done anything and everything to keep her alive? Also iirc they mention that the hair on the dolls were human, who's hair is it? I love that Lee and Ruby's birthday are both the 14th but it's never thought about that Agent Carter's family could be in danger because HELLO your family fits the description of the victims!!! I'm a little disappointed we don't follow the thread of Lee not having a father like the rest of the families and her first thought at the sight of the triangle in the mental health evaluation is Father.

Also saw someone say they didn't understand how he targeted the families and that it was too random to make sense, but for me personally I drew the conclusion that because Ruth was bringing the dolls as a nun as a "gift from the church" then those families must have been avid church goers/openly religious. Except Agent Carter's family, that one felt like it was done purposefully because of his connection with Lee.

The performances in this movie especially by the three characters the story revolves around (Lee, her mother and Longlegs) were so compelling. I don't think anything could have distracted me while watching this film. aside from the guy in front of me who was on his phone the ENTIRE MOVIE! But even then I was so enthralled by this film that I even forgot he was there after a few minutes. (but yeah my sister said he literally was on snapchat through the entire movie. also him and the people he was with were drinking and constantly getting up out of their seats)

Aside from my not great theater experience, Longlegs is definitely one of the highlights of my year so far! it is sticking with me and I plan on seeing it again hopefully before it leaves theaters.

[tavtiers]

Knight of Space analysis?

The Knight of Space [symbols: shield, galaxy]

The Knight class has its basis in the classic knight from Arthurian legend. An example would be Lancelot.

The Space aspect’s main themes are creation and beginnings. You can find its official description here.

A Knight of Space is among those who use physical existence. This is the “classpect group” they belong to. Members include: the Knight, Page, Thief, and Rogue of Space/Time. These classes are all opposites or inverses of each other that use the Space/Time dichotomy (physical existence). A description of classpect groupings can be found here.

The Knight of Space actively utilizes the Space aspect. Active classes tell themselves what to do and do so for their own benefit. They are more likely to stand up for themselves, but more likely to be cruel. Knights and Pages use their aspect and everything it symbolizes as a tool. Simplified, the Knight of Space is motivated by themselves to utilize creation and beginnings.

In personality, the Knight of Space puts on a front to hide an insecurity and feels satisfied by the act of making something. Personality descriptions can be found here.

Their archetype is the Defender Mother, defined by guarded creation and beginnings. Archetypes are explained here.

Their opposite is the Page of Time, who passively utilizes endings and destruction.

Their inverse is the Rogue of Time, who passively steals endings and destruction.

A classpect or “god tier” is an individual’s best self. All classpects go through a journey from unrealized, to struggle, to realized. When a character is unrealized, they neutrally exist as their inverse. On their struggle, they will wildly flip back and forth between their inverse and true classpect. In their worst moments they will act as their inverse, in their best their true classpect. When realized, they will stabilize as their true classpect. They will still have room to grow, but will become happier, more successful people.

This means that the Knight of Space begins life motivated by others to steal endings and destruction. When their struggle arrives and they are at their worst, they will continue this behavior in negative extremes. However, when at their best, they will find purpose in instead utilizing creation and beginnings for themselves. When realized, they will stabilize and continue to utilize the Space aspect actively, in a positive way.

They share their archetype with the Sylph of Doom, the Mother Defender.

The Knight of Space would quest on a planet similar to the Land of Haze [Knight] and Frogs [Space Aspect]. An example would be the Land of Curtains and Frogs. An explanation of planet naming conventions can be found here.

Two possible gods, or denizens, to reign over their planet would be Echidna (Mother of Monsters) or Demeter (Goddess of Grain). Other Space aspect denizens can be found here.

When the Knight of Space completes their planet quests and dies on their quest bed, they would rise to ascension on the wings of hummingbirds (symbols of eternity). A list of soul animals can be found here.

The characters that I have currently classpected as Knights of Space are: Cremisius Aclassi from Dragon Age, Peggy Carter from Agent Carter, Éowyn from Lord of the Rings, Darwin from X-Men, and The Spine from Steam Powered Giraffe.

If any of the links not connected to my blog break, the content can be found on my Google Drive.

Official Aspect Descriptions Personality Descriptions Aspect Denizens

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Worthy (2015) | Chapter 6, "Lessons in Worth"

Disappearing sporadically in public spaces quickly becomes Cora Dempsey's least concerning problem when suddenly she captures the attention of the forming Avengers Initiative, the World Security Council, and Asgard's fallen prince all in one week. And the universe is only just getting started with her.

Worthy is a slow-burn SFW Marvelverse (films) romance between Loki and a female OC. For additional details on what canon is used, see the Prologue post.

Summary: Fury touches base with the higher-ups. Cora tries to get in touch with her abilities and better understand them under Loki’s guidance.

Pairing: Loki x Fem!OC

Warnings: Discussion of Cora’s past abusive relationship including physical and attempted sexual assault.

Word Count: 2.6k

Director Fury stepped into the conference room alone, his hands behind his back until he shifted one to the switchboard on the table. The window panes flickered before the view outside switched over to a connection screen, a dial of dots spinning steadily as he channeled the board and, consequently, their senior leader, Alexander Pierce.

While Fury knew that they would see eye to eye as they always had, especially on matters such as these, he wasn't looking forward to delivering the other bit of news: that there was a person out of their ranks who could wield the destructive alien-hammer and who was now a fugitive from their division.

He watched as the meeting timed in, three faces appearing in their own blue panels on the glass. Alexander's was the last to connect and he looked weary, as had most of them since the incident in New Mexico and the nationwide unease it had caused, but prepared to discuss what Fury and the Avengers Initiative had found out about the phenomena taking place.

"Director Fury, it's been a while," Alexander said calmly, smiling.

"That it has, sir. I've news to report on Operation Camo."

"Go ahead, Nick," he said with a nod, folding his hands in front of him and giving the SHIELD director his full attention.

"Agents Stark, Rogers, and Barton managed to locate the target again near Clarkdale two days ago."

"And was she brought in?" asked one of the other directors taking part in the conference. He'd only met her once, when Steve was revived and reintroduced into the modern world, but he soon remembered that her name was Agent Sharon Carter.

"Negative. The plan backfired just enough that she got away again."

"I thought you were enlisting the future Avengers."

"I did. Three of them there in person, one as on-location as he could be for the time being. Asgard's connection to our world is still broken and unreliable, according to Agent Coulson and Dr. Selvig."

"Good," the third agent on the screen said decidedly. Fury didn't recognize him.

"Director Fury, this is Richard Warren of the World Security Council. He came to meet with me and asked to sit in on our meeting, given the slight uproar Camo has caused in New York."

"Good to meet you, sir," Fury said with a brief inclination of his head.

Warren ignored his comment and continued with, "So you had Avenger candidates on the job and the target was still able to flee?"

"The difference between blowing someone up and capturing them is large," Fury said firmly. "If we want her to work with us, we need to work with her first and that's exactly what they were doing. As instructed."

When Warren had nothing to say to that, Alexander said, "So where is she now?"

"Her location is again unknown, but she can't hide forever."

"You said there was a lot to tell, Director Fury," Agent Carter intervened with an arched brow. "I don't think we've heard the 'lot' yet, have we?"

Fury paused, but only briefly. He'd rather not have spoken to Pierce about it in front of Carter or Warren, who simply weren't necessary for involvement, but he replied calmly, "Yes. Her power was already known, but she was also able to pick up Thor's hammer."

Alexander's eyes widened, half shocked and half impressed. "How?"

"We've yet to discover that. This was only found out at the tail-end of the mission. By all parties."

"She didn't seem to know she'd be able to lift it?" Agent Carter asked, interested.

"From what Tony and common sense tell me—both very separate parties—she didn't know she couldn't. She had no idea what it was because, well, why should she?" Fury looked at the council member, who wore a composed expression he knew meant some kind of shitstorm was on the rise.

Alexander nodded a few times before saying, "Right. Thank you for your report, Director Fury. Keep us updated."

"Will do, sir." And the connection ceased.

Fury glanced down from the glass panes which were once again large windows, pursing his lips slightly. He'd purposely neglected to tell them Steve and Clint's notion that she'd been taken rather than able to escape alone. It wasn't so much that he had a problem with splitting the truth to their superiors, but he wasn't looking forward to what further issues this ally or enemy might cause if they were right.

"I don't even know what caused it to happen those other times, so how am I supposed to trigger it now?"

Loki frowned down at her before muttering, "Stop talking and just try." He'd spent the rest of yesterday catching up on what was going on with the Tesseract, using Selvig's consciousness to get the information he truly desired. He could see it was starting to wear on the mortal a bit, but he couldn’t have cared less. He was a pawn and it would come time to put him into play soon enough.

Because he'd been gone the rest of the day, not showing up again until late that night after his human inmate was sound asleep on her makeshift cot, he'd figured today would suffice for the "practice" he'd suggested to her. She'd not been that keen on it—namely because he'd prodded her awake to get an early start, which she hadn't seemed fond of—but he kept his word when he could. For some reason, hearing her call herself a "freak" the night before had spurred him to do something.

"For some reason," he repeated in his head, a sardonic half smile working onto his face. Because you are a freak, yourself. At least to the home you believed you had.

Loki came back from his thoughts to look at the woman nearby, who had her hand up against her chin, her brow furrowed in concentration. So much so, her face was beginning to flush. Biting down a quiet laugh, Loki said, "You are thinking too much."

Cora glanced up at him, the crease between her brows easing as she responded, "Is that possible?"

He smirked down at her. "Very. Power is complex. It takes intelligence to dominate it, but emotion to fuel it. The trick is to get it brewing and then put on the reins."

"Why are you doing this anyway?" Cora asked with a tilt to her head.

Loki shrugged and said matter-of-factly, "You are of no use to me untaught."

Makes sense, actually, Cora admitted only to herself, though her expression was efficient in communicating her thoughts. "So. Emotions, huh?" She wasn't overly fond of that; she was one to barrel everything up inside and decompress when she knew she was alone. She'd only had a few truly sound times in her life and one had just gotten ripped away from her by the very power she was now trying to channel.

"Maybe based on what you felt in the other instances, your power acted on its own."

Cora pursed her lips, thinking back to those three occurrences. "I think I… I was afraid."

Loki acknowledged logically, "That would make sense for what your manifestation was."

"Then I'm just supposed to scare myself somehow?"

He sneered, his ivy eyes alight with mischief. "Care for some help?"

Cora glared at him and made an "x" with her slender fingers, backing away a few steps. "I can manage, thanks." He chuckled as she turned away and began thinking through her options. Her first attempt was a complete failure, as she'd tried to recreate nearly getting robbed in the subway terminal, but just the memory wasn't enough to even cause a flicker. Pursing her lips, she pulled out her phone and began scrolling through the apps until she found her photo gallery. She needed a fear stimulus.

She frowned when she shifted her weight and Mjolnir—which was tied by the leather cord to one of her belt loops—smacked her lightly in the leg. "Is it absolutely necessary to keep this on me?"

"Yes," Loki said simply, not elaborating until she asked him why. "If it is out of your reach, it might be recalled. I cannot say how well it would travel between realms, but I am not willing to risk it."

Cora rolled her eyes and went back to what she'd been doing, rapid-fire scrolling until she came to a set of pictures she'd never revisited to delete. The photo appeared happy, but she knew it wasn't—at least, not for her. It was of her and her ex, James, the one she'd seen in Central Park the first time her abilities had apparently decided to manifest.

"Who is that?"

She jumped and felt the familiar little whirr of energy in her bones and across her skin as she faded out of sight. As soon as she realized what had actually happened, her visibility returned and she gave a small breath of relief, though she still sounded on edge. "I thought I told you no helping…"

"I did not intend to," Loki replied, wondering how someone could be so easily startled. When she didn't say anything else, he nodded to her phone and again asked, "Who is that?"

"Me."

"And?"

"…James." Loki waited for her to explain, looking equal parts curious and disinterested, if that were possible. Not knowing if he'd understand the term "ex-boyfriend," she answered, "We were in a relationship once."

"Why aren't you any longer?"

"He didn't react well to things," she admitted, glancing down at the concrete floor.

His gaze turned wary. "How did he react?"

"He, um, hit me a few times. Not because I'd done anything, just, well...because I was there."

"Did he do anything else?" he asked straightforwardly though he now recognized she was speaking of abuse. A strange feeling of anger was working its way through him as he watched her pause and struggle to find the right words to answer him. Her conflict was so subdued, he had to struggle to simply see it.

"He tried. Once."

Loki clenched his jaw. "And?"

Cora thought about that, considerately noting with a lingering tone of sadness, "…I suppose that was the first time power 'manifested' for me. He was twice my size and I threw him into a wall…"

"Well done." Cora looked at him in a bit of surprise, but he was perfectly serious. "Though I can not imagine you allowing someone to treat you so indignantly."

"I did though. For longer than I should have," she said embarrassedly. "I think everyone does at some point in their lives. And then you grow from it."

A silence passed between them before she suddenly diverted their little practice session. She put away her phone and suggested, "I don't seem to be doing very well at this, so maybe we could work on this instead? You said it could do other things," as she took Mjolnir from her hip.

Loki was a bit relieved at the topic change and said, "Yes. As I said, it can be recalled and Thor used it to bombard enemies with lightning, cause it to rain, and fly."

"He could fly with this?" she asked incredulously.

"He can, but I would not recommend you trying it. You would hurt yourself." He was only half-teasing.

Cora glowered at him before looking over the hammer, trying to figure out how to use it. "Well, basics first, I guess… How do I call it back?"

"Throw it. Hard." Cora gave it a good throw, hearing Loki say behind her, "Now bring it back to you." She had no idea how to do that and the hammer fell to the floor, dust rising up around it.

"That was the worst explanation ever," Cora noted as she looked over her shoulder at him.

He tried not to laugh at her and only just managed not to before suggesting she pick it up and try again. "Be one with it. Treat it as a mere extension of your arm."

Cora took a deep breath after picking up the hammer before hurling it forward again. With all her might and spirit, she willed it back to her. Her hand shot forward of its own instinctual accord and Mjolnir paused in mid air, switching direction and coming back to her, its handle aimed toward the curvature of her palm. She caught it, but the force sent her backward. She braced herself to hit the floor, but she felt two large hands against her back instead, stopping her fall.

She glanced up into Loki's face, feeling a bit sheepish, but strangely frozen, too. Not from the temperature of his hands—though they were cold through her shirt—but from locking eyes with him. That stillness was only dissolved when he murmured, "Perhaps you should use a little less concentration next time."

"I'm thinking too much again?"

Loki smiled and the expression was strangely kind. "Exactly."

Later that night, they were snacking on bagels again. They had quit around an hour after her little mishap with recalling Mjolnir successfully for the first time and, after that, she'd worked on using just the right amount of willpower to bring it back without sending her onto her backside—which had happened a couple of times. It made her feel better to know she was capable of that little trick now, just in case it wasn't by her side when she needed it, though Loki seemed hellbent on keeping it tethered to her at all times.

Cora looked over the weapon with renewed interest and a good sense of accomplishment. She'd not succeeded at what they'd set out to do today, but she'd been able to do something correctly at least. She thought back to what he'd said about the lightning and wondered if she could just use a little of that energy to make a light source. The use of her phone was causing its battery to wear out faster and she'd tried every light-switch in the old warehouse as evening had fallen the night before to no avail; they were all dead bulbs.

Loki had finished his "dinner"—if there was one thing he missed about Asgard, it was the food; bagels were getting a bit monotonous—and watched Cora out of the corner of his eye as she fiddled with Mjolnir, seeming to be attempting something with it. His eyes widened marginally when there seemed to be a spark of energy from inside the head of the hammer. He wondered if he'd simply seen a trick of the minimal light in the room until the spark grew more pronounced. "Careful, what are you—"

"Shh, hold on," she whispered, her eyes trained intently on the engraved spoke and not moving until a soft blue glow spread throughout the steel, radiating forth from the symbols in particular. There was a faint play of static around the edges, but it set forth enough light to outline the immediate area in a soft electric glow.

Cora smiled broadly, feeling accomplished and entirely unaware of Loki's gaze, now fixed upon her and his brother's weapon. His brow beetled subtly—he'd never imagined that Mjolnir could be used in a way that didn't edge toward violence. He'd gone with Thor into many a fight in their time as brothers and seen the destruction that hammer had caused to their foes. And yet here was this human woman opposite him, encouraging its power to show in a gentle way that made it more of a nightlight than a weapon. She was in control.

His teeth clenched faintly as he pondered that. This mortal could do what he couldn't. As the light grew and then slowly faded from the dwarf-forged steel in her hands, a dangerous envy began to brew anew in his heart.

Next chapter: Chapter 7, "Powerless"

[agentsofeverything]

Welcome!

name: el

pronouns: she/her

what is this?: a blog for all my mcu thoughts and words :)

fandoms i like within the mcu: irondad, the avengers, spiderman, agents of shield, agent carter, wandavision.

my favourite characters: peter parker, peggy carter, pepper potts, tony stark, natasha romanoff, phil coulson, the bus kids, lance hunter, bobbi morse, peggy carter.

favourite artists atm (subject to change): fall out boy, taylor swift, fitz and the tantrums, artic monkeys, rihanna.

what i like to do: read and write and edit.

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[ofstronghold]

chris evans. 40. cis man. he/him. ┊┊ CARTER DENECOUR, better known as agent STRONGHOLD has been with cerberus corp as an eo since 2011 and is LEVEL I. BEING TRAPPED UNDERNEATH RUBBLE FOR 24 HOURS has gifted them SUPERHUMAN STRENGTH, though AT THE COST OF CONSTANT MIGRAINES has also been noted. when they aren’t protecting the tri-state area, they are fond of WORKING OUT AT THE FACILITY GYM and are never seen without A PICTURE OF HIS YOUNGER BROTHER. civilians think they are VALIANT & BRAVE, but some of the other agents see them as RIGOROUS & RELENTLESS. cerberus corp should consider the fact that their last mission status was A TRAINING MISSION WITH A TEAM OF LEVEL II AGENTS when giving out the next one.

( tw – smoking , loss of family member )

001.  GENERAL

name  carter denecour nicknames  agent stronghold / car ( heavily advises against this ! ) age  forty date of birth  august 6th, 1983 zodiac  leo place of birth  austin , texas current residence  new york , new york gender  cis male pronouns  he/him sexuality  bisexual occupation  level i agent for cerberus corp

faceclaim  chris evans height  six feet , one inches tattoos  none piercings  none distinguishing features  scruffy beard ( unless cerberus corp's pr team makes him shave it off ) positive traits  valiant , brave , optimistic , charming , courageous , considerate negative traits  rigorous , relentless , stoic , repressed , wrathful labels / tropes  the backbone , the caretaker , the leader , the fighter , the prodigy likes  the scent of strawberries , books , the ocean , wine , doing mission reports , cats , saving people dislikes  hurting people physically , fighting , chocolate , social media , cooking , pranks , generally any mean thing fears  tight spaces ( due to his nde ) , losing more family members , hurting people with his superhuman strength , rats hobbies  working out at the facility gym , volunteering at food pantries , meditating , participating in yoga habits  cracking ( his ) knuckles , scratching face apprehensively , crossing arms , smoking cigarettes ( even though he's the leading face for every anti - smoking campaign ) , hums in reply rather than using words

002.  EXTRA ORDINARY

near death experience… in 2010 , carter's watching his younger brother ( dylan ) and dylan wants to go hiking ! carter wholeheartedly agrees because the kid wants to go explore the world – who is he to stop him ? so they go hiking a little outside the city limits where the rocks are piled high and it's starting to get a little windy , the sky starts to dim into a dark blue-ish color . a storm is coming and carter didn't check the weather before the hike , so when the storm starts and rocks starts to become wet and slippery due to the rain , dylan slips – dylan falls down the rocky path and carter's unable to save him because his foot gets caught in between rocks in this heavily rocky path and carter's now stuck alone with no cell phone reception or his brother . then , the storm gets so bad that rocks start to shift , slide around until he's caught in the path of heavy boulders tumbling down his path . bruised and stuck , carter finds himself stuck underneath rubble for ( what he finds out later by the news reports ) 24 hours before he's considered dead upon arrival .  but , a miracle happens and carter finds himself waking up in a hospital bed hours later having brought back to life after being resuscitated but unfortunately the good news came with bad , his brother is still not found .

power…  carter has the ability of superhuman strength ! carter is able to strike foes with superhuman force , lift massive objects and throw them with ease , create makeshift weapons and tools out of basic objects by physically manipulating them , break through reinforced barriers with relative ease , use his strength to leap great distances , and take minimal damage through his strong exterior .

drawbacks / vulnerabilities…  due to his constant use of superhuman strength , originating as early as 2010 , using his power puts a continuous strain on his mental – developing reoccurring migraines that could last for weeks after strenuous use of his super strength . due to his migraines , carter then becomes agitated easily , sensitive to sunlight , and has can exude random angry outbursts .

cerberus corp…  carter is a level i agent for cerberus corp – he started as level iii and worked his way up the ranks quickly ; he was actively recruited by ji-young han , one of the founders for cerberus corp , during a group therapy session for losing family members , an event that carter had attended to weekly . ji-young had sought him after it had been reported on national news that carter had saved a child from a household fire using his superhuman strength , the kind of power ( and pr ) cerberus was shooting for when creating their structure back then . carter had always craved to be a hero – to be there when people needed it the most – and with little convincing , and mutual shared experiences with similar powers , carter had joined cerberus in 2011 with a hard vouch from ji-young . carter is an excellent field agent , serving as one of the training coordinators for cerberus for level ii and level iii agents , and enjoys working with team members despite the many who seem to dislike working with the cookie cutter agent . he is a stickler for the rules on missions and follows them through and through !

codename…  stronghold was given to him by the fans / public ! before he was recruited into cerberus , he had saved a child from a housefire where he had lifted heavy debris so the child could escape – national news lapped up that story to where the public had started calling this mysterious person the nation's stronghold . cerberus , especially the pr team , loved the idea for carter to keep that nickname and so , continues forward as agent stronghold . he doesn't particularly mind if people use stronghold as a nickname , he neither likes it nor dislikes it .

003.  HEADCANONS

a lot of the paintings in the facility are actually there to hide the fact that carter has punched some of those walls so hard due to his anger issues , it's basically unfixable .

he reads every fan letter he receives because it makes him think of his missing younger brother .

carter cannot cook to save his life . he once burnt spaghetti in his house once , tried to extinguish the flames by covering the pot with the lid , smashed the lid through the stovetop , and had to get cerberus to pay for a replacement .

volunteers at foot pantries once a week – not for pr purposes , just because he enjoys them .

004.  CONNECTIONS

someone he's trying to ' fix ' ?? carter is a Good Guy™ and there are people here who's ... not ?? so he makes it a mission to fix them , whether they like it or not !

reliable partner , as in someone he works with a lot . whether they're good or bad , they seem to be paired up with each other the most and they kick ass together !

people who are under his guidance ( level ii and / or level iii agents ) since carter enjoys doing training missions , he will often to seen training other agents .

the ' power couple ' that the public ships hard – pr encourages this fake dating troupe rather than extinguish it . carter is a big pr guy so he lets this fake dating troupe go on .

best friend , self explanatory . they are each other's ride or die .

ex-relationship(s) , whether it was broken up to due carter's anger issues or dedication to the job , or something else entirely ?

training partners – carter will use himself as a training dummy for people to practice their powers on because he's big , Strong man .

can add more or plot something else entirely !

[glynnisi]

LOVE also matters, you dumb fuck. Steve loved all of them, but he had to make a choice. but you could never understand that, you're too childish to understand love. otherwise you wouldn't ship something as self indulgent as Darcy/Steve. love isn't abou YOU ("""Darcy""""). it's about THE OTHER. but you just wanna suck on that CEvans dick. CRINGE

bye bitch!

OMG. This is hysterical. And, a little bit sad. SOMEone has a lot of hostility built up. And they're only in their 20's. Imagine the depths they can reach over the years. I'm a little hurt to receive such unmerited hatred/negativity. Good job. ???

My "sin" in your eyes was to comment that friends matter. I'm gonna stand by that. Friendship is important. Romance is important. Life balance is important.

You, dear hater, know nothing of me or the pain or sadness or joys in my life. You don't know that I loved Steggy as a bittersweet might-have-been, that I adored S1 of Agent Carter and enjoyed many parts of S2. You don't know that while I find CE to be a very handsome man, I far prefer Steve Rogers for his decency and sense of morality & responsibility. I also like how Steve from the comics is a loyal friend. And, after I thought about Steve's Endgame ending, I found it OOC for him and objectifying/diminishing of Peggy, like she was a trophy he deserved to have. I disagree with the writers' choice.

I am entitled to my opinion. You can just look away. Block me. Scroll on.

And, you don't know the joy of ShieldShock. It's about happiness and fun. I have as much a crush on Darcy as on Steve, rather than just self-inserting a la your crass assumptions. (and, excuse me... with that user name, you're calling me out for self insert fun?) Darcy is smart & funny & pretty.

Peggy would like Darcy and Darcy would like her back.

Anyway, I wish you a complete life with both friends and love.

And more common sense and decency than you displayed when you lashed out at me with so much ignorant hate.

[hplovecraftmuseum]

Various values of color, or "COLOUR" as Lovecraft would spell the word (HPL generally used British spelling for English words) were used by Lovecraft to express certain ideas in his fictional works. In most instances his use of color symbolism followed long standing traditions in art, poetry, and Western cultural usage. BLACK was naturally the 'value' he mentioned most often. Black, and its obvious relation to night and darkness appears in many of his tales. Generally it connotes the mysterious dark forces of the universe. The realm of Azathoth is black, Nyarlathotep is associated with blackness. Two of his 'avatars', first the HAUNTER OF THE DARK creature and 2nd, The Black Man, used by HPL in THE DREAMS IN THE WITCH HOUSE, were characters adapted by Lovecraft from traditional occult lore. After black, white is probably the most commonly mentioned 'color' in Lovecraft's tales. Some might assume the 'black/white' usage to be born out of some racist symbolism, but white things in Lovecraft's fiction are often as associated with death, skulls, corpses, and unsavory creatures as blackness. The Roman/ British entity Nodens is refered to as "hoary", meaning white with age, and DAGON when 1st seen in the short story bearing his name is also discribed as a"whitish"creature. Green was commonly used by Lovecraft mostly in its negative associations. Cthulhu is green, his tomb city of R'leyh in slimy and green. The Fungi From Yuggoth creatures featured in THE WHISPERER IN DARKNESS are pink, but their blood is green. In Lovecraft's fictional world green connotes verdigris, slime, mold, and decay, not lush and healthy forests or gardens. Yellow is commonly associated with the otherworldly too. The priest of Leng who wears a vail to hide his face in THE DREAM QUEST OF UNKNOWN KADATH is robed in yellow. The star-heads featured in AT THE MOUNTAINS OF MADNESS have 5 pointed heads of yellow. The cone-bodied 'great race' entities of THE SHADOW OUT OF TIME, likewise have yellow heads. RED is occasionally sited in Lovecraft's tales. The abominable jewel from THE HAUNTER OF THE DARK is black with red striations. Nyarlathotep is meantioned occasionally as wearing scarlet robes. Blood, at least red in its human coloration, is occasionally meantioned by Lovecraft, but it is often described as brownish as in an old stained residue. Purple makes a few significant appearances. Purple is one of the more rare pigments in nature. Significantly perhaps it is frequently seen in clouds as the last hue of sunsets before the onset of darkness. As a variety of purple HPL writes in THE DREAM QUEST OF UNKNOWN KADATH: "Out of the void S'ngac the violet gas had pointed the way" (in this case to to Randolph Carter as he escapes the clutches of Nyarlathotep). In a letter to CAS Lovecraft mentions " the prismatic forests of Yog-Sothoth", and elsewhere suggests that in a solid state "he" appeared" as a group of opalescent globes. The silica erupting from the heads of the 'star-heads' of Antarctica are also prisimatic. Grey as a color makes occasional appearance. The bodies of the star-heads are grey, their wings are somewhat a lighter value of grey too. Grey of course tradionally represents neutrality, a compromise between the extremes of black and white. Curiously silver, blue and orange, are rarely featured in Lovecraft's fiction, there is THE SILVER KEY, however. One last color that that deserves mention is gold. Gold is hoarded by many of the disreputable characters in Lovecrafts tales. The Deep Ones and their agents in Innsmouth seem to have unlimited quantities of gold. The degenerate humanoid citizens living beneath the surface of the earth in THE MOUND also use gold in abundance. For Lovecraft, who was very dismissive of commercialism, gold may have symbolized the root of all evil. (Exhibit 406)

[avatarskywalker78]

OC Birthdays so far!

Inspired by @daughter-of-melpomene's list because it's a very good ideas! A few of these just have the year because I haven't decided exactly when they're born, but you get the idea!

Steph Taylor (The Flash) - 12th of March 1986

Brianna Thawne (Legends of Tomorrow) - 18th of September 2165 (26 at the start of the story)

Nicky Connors (Miyagi-verse) - 10th of July 1967

Gemma Laura McKinney (Cobra Kai) - 18th of March 1997

Elaine Barnes (Cobra Kai) - 4th of September 2001

Leah Barnes (Cobra Kai) - 1970

Eliana Kent (Supergirl) - 28th of February 1995

Ashley Tanner (Krypton) - 10th of February 1995

Maia Curry (DCEU Aquaman) - 3rd of May 2003

Theodore Edward Thawne (The Flash) - 5th of February 2019 (21 at the start of the story)

Sophia Reynolds (Firefly) - 18th of July 2499

Sarah Thompson (Agent Carter) - 1922 (25 at the start of the story)

Alex Thompson (MCU) - 1977

Hannah Edwards (MCU) - 12th of October 1999

Kate Simons (MCU) - 1986 (28 at the start of the story)

Emma Johnson (Inhumans) - 1989

Caitlin Sherwood (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) - 30th of September 1976

Teri Merlyn (Arrow - Earth-2) - 13th of January 1978 (35 at the start of the story)

Mel Hathaway (Star Trek TOS) - 10th of November 2226

Niamh Cassidy (Once Upon a Time) - 16th of January 2005

Sophie Sloan (Diagnosis Murder) - 1983 (10 at the start of the story)

Áine an Tordarroch (The Witcher) - 1230 (Arc 1 spans from ages 18 to 33)

Joanna Mayfield (Uncharted) - 10th of March 1993

Marie Douglas (The Professionals) - 18th of October 1952

Brianna Louise Wilson (NCIS) - 17th of January 1977 (33 at the start of the story)

Lexa Sullivan (The Old Guard) - 1988

Sheridan Ó Séaghdha (Thunderbirds TOS) - 2040 (25 at the start of the story)

Tiana Everton (Thunderbirds TOS) - 2042 (23 at the start of the story)

Devon Avery (Moonfall) - 12th of April 1980

Tagging (let me know if you want to be added or removed): @shrinkthisviolet @starstruckpurpledragon @vexic929 @negative-speedforce @dream-beyond-the-fantasy @lady-of-the-spirit @fezwearingjellybananas @far-shores

[ginnyzero]

dwf-24-3-nz asked:

In one of your videos on creative writing you suggested an author should read contemporary works in the genre he/she wishes to write. For myself, I tend to read fiction - mostly supernatural - written in the nineteenth and early to mid twentieth century. There is a reason for this: I don't like graphic horror and needless sex and violence; also I have the fear of hitting upon an idea of mine in whatever I read which induces me to reject that idea for fear of plagiarism. Would you regard this as negative and self-defeating? Or should I just go ahead and turn my ideas into writing - despite coming across similar ideas in stories I've read?

Okay, the short answers to "is this negative and self-defeating?" is Yes. And "Should I turn my ideas into writing?" is Yes.

Long answers after the Read More.

If you have any plans whatsoever in querying traditional publishers here in the US and the UK, you need to read contemporary supernatural horror. For 2 reasons. 1) you need to know today's writing voice. Poe and Lovecraft won't sell in today's market. 2) Comps. You need to know who your writing style is like within the last 5 years that aren't on the bestseller lists. Agents will ask this. It's a check of your ego, and if you're paying attention to today's publishing. They want to know if your work will sell by who you think your books are like either content or stylistically. If you say "my books are like Lovecraft" you're going into the bin.

Now, on the creative side. Don't worry about anyone else's ideas. This is the stuffman's 2 cakes comic. The reader is going to be happy there are 2 cakes, or there's a cake without icing (graphic violence horror and sex!) (My librarian would like to talk to you. My area hates graphic sex.)

Ideas aren't copyrightable. Only the execution of ideas is copyrightable. Don't worry about plagiarism if you find the same "core idea." What you are looking is, "are you subverting" the idea? Are you doing something new? When John Carter came out as a book, it was revolutionary. By the time it got a movie, people called the movie cliche and trite. Because Burroughs ideas had become so fundamental to the genre, everyone uses them.

Creatively, you need to know the "rules" of your genre by today's standards so you can choose to either follow the "rules" or deliberately break them. There's a fine line of 'staying in the box' and cliche. (In Urban Fantasy, this would be "my mentor has been killed and I've been framed. I must solve the murder and clear my name without being caught!" That's cliche at this point.)

If you have a library nearby, talk to your librarian about supernatural horror without sex or graphic violence. You're looking at a very niche genre compared to thrillers etc.

I'll do a video on this later, it will be a few weeks. Please check out my "Is there a thing as bad ideas?" video coming out today, 9/7/2023. (USA date order) It might help you.