#justice for maria hill

[growingupbutch]

when she’s dead 😍😍😍🥰😘😘🤭🤭

[growingupbutch]

real

Ignoring the Secret Invasion episode one ending like:

[paranormeow7]

kennderland is a fun crackship bc you know they’d be so messed up like what little art I’ve seen of them is mostly cute and fluffy but their flavours of survival horror protagonist would compliment each other in a not so healthy way if you think about it and I never see this explored in their art esp not art of Leon on his own

[tredawakandan]

Dope Comic art

[riveramorylunar]

Okay, Maria Hill-

But she’s a serial killer.

Like those slashers. (Ghostface, Micheal Myers, etc.)

And she’s wearing a mask and only at first can you see those blue eyes peer at you deeply, but reader smacks it off and seeings her face.

Oh god she'd be so fucking hot as a Serial Killer!!

She would have a hockey mask like Jason does. She would have a black one with dark grey markings on it.

Maria would go absolutely insane after you slap the mask off her face. She'd shove you against the wall and threaten to kill you if you told anyone what she looked like

[disarmonia]

Still struggling to work between daily missile and drone attacks and electricity blackouts. Tired. Don't forget about Ukraine. Here's old school Maria from Silent Hill 2 that I painted a few months ago. A little nervous about the remake, hope justice is done to this masterpiece of a game. Fingers crossed. If you like my art, consider tipping! MY TIP JARS HERE ❤️‍🩹

[jemappellezay]

If I say that Agents of SHIELD did more justice for Maria Hill than any other MCU projects then what. They managed to showcase her character so good in those nine minutes—both as a person, as a professional agent, and as the SHIELD's deputy director.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Bound By You

Domme!Maria Hill x subby!fem!reader

Word count: 1.3K

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, bondage, D/s dynamics, light BDSM, begging, overstimulation, degradation

Authors notes: I've never written Maria Hill before so I hope I did her justice

Maria stands tall beside the bed, her presence alone commanding your attention. Her stern, authoritative gaze sweeps over your body as she begins to bind your wrists. The ropes are soft against your skin, yet firm as she ties them with practiced precision. You can feel the coolness of her fingers brush against you with each knot she secures, the tension in the ropes building with every pass.

“You’re doing so well for me,” Maria says, her voice low and velvety, tinged with approval. She tilts her head slightly, her eyes locking onto yours, making it impossible to look away. You feel the heat of her gaze travel down your body, and your breath hitches in response. “Stay still,” she commands, her words sharp but intimate, pulling you further under her control.

Once your wrists are secured to the headboard, Maria steps back to admire the sight of you. Bound, vulnerable, completely hers. The corner of her mouth lifts in a slight smirk as she traces her fingers down the length of your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Her touch is teasing, light, yet purposeful. “You look perfect like this,” she murmurs, her voice rich with satisfaction, but there's an edge of possessiveness behind her words that makes your pulse quicken.

She takes her time, circling the bed with slow, deliberate steps, letting the anticipation build. The room feels charged, every second ticking by with an intensity that leaves you trembling beneath her watchful eyes. “Do you know what I’m going to do to you?” Maria asks, her tone deceptively calm. She leans down, her lips brushing against your ear as she speaks, sending a shiver down your spine. “Everything I want.”

Her hands roam across your body, lingering on your thighs, your hips, your chest, but never quite giving you the relief you crave. Each touch is calculated, designed to make you squirm in the bindings, yearning for more. Yet Maria holds back, savoring your desperation. “Patience,” she whispers, her fingers lightly tracing the ropes that hold you captive, a silent reminder that you’re completely under her control.

When she finally stops at your side, Maria's hand trails down to your chin, lifting your face to meet her gaze once more. There's a softness in her eyes now, just a flicker, but it's enough to remind you of the tenderness that lies beneath her dominant exterior. “You trust me, don’t you?” she asks, though it’s not really a question. She already knows the answer. Her thumb brushes against your lower lip as she continues, her voice a quiet, commanding hum. “Good girl.”

Maria moves between your legs with deliberate intent, her presence powerful and unwavering. The mattress dips beneath her weight, and your breath catches as her thigh presses firmly between yours. You feel her warmth radiating through your body as she pushes herself against you, the friction igniting a spark of need deep within you.

Your back arches involuntarily, hips instinctively lifting to meet her. The ropes around your wrists pull tight as your hands tug against the restraints, but there's no escape. You’re completely at her mercy, and the sensation only amplifies the tension building between you.

Maria watches your every reaction, her sharp gaze never leaving your face. A smirk curls at the corner of her lips as she feels your body respond to her. "Struggling already?" she teases, her voice low and sultry. Her thigh presses harder, moving slowly, deliberately, as if daring you to beg for more. "You’re not going anywhere."

Her hands glide over your hips, fingers digging in just enough to leave an impression, to remind you who’s in control. She moves with precision, pushing you closer to the edge but never quite giving you the satisfaction you crave. The slow, measured grind of her body against yours is intoxicating, leaving you panting and pulling harder on the restraints, your need for release overwhelming.

“Look at you,” Maria murmurs, her voice soft but laced with dominance. “So desperate. So eager.” She leans down, her lips brushing just shy of your own, teasing, never giving in to your silent plea. “Do you want more?” Her words are a command disguised as a question, her breath hot against your skin.

You nod, your body trembling beneath her, every nerve alive and pulsing with need. But Maria doesn’t give in just yet. Her thigh withdraws slightly, the loss of contact making you whimper, but she keeps you on edge, her lips grazing your neck, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw.

“Good girls ask,” she whispers against your ear, her tone dripping with control.

"Please Ma'am can I cum? Please allow me to cum for you." You beg of her.

Maria's smirk deepens as she hears your desperate plea, the sound of your voice trembling with need. Her fingers trail up your neck, lingering just beneath your chin as she tilts your head back, forcing you to meet her eyes. “Please, Ma’am?” she repeats, her voice a slow, teasing purr. The way she says it makes your stomach twist in anticipation, a reminder of just how much control she has over you.

You nod frantically, your body trembling as you pull against the restraints. “Please, Ma’am… can I cum? Please allow me to cum,” you beg, your voice barely a whisper as you look up at her, your chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

For a moment, Maria says nothing, simply watching the desperation in your eyes as you writhe beneath her. Her thumb brushes across your lower lip, and she leans in close, her lips hovering just over yours but never touching. The tension between you feels unbearable, and the slightest brush of her skin against yours sends waves of desire coursing through your body.

"You’re so eager," she muses softly, her lips ghosting over your ear as she speaks. "So desperate to be good for me." Her thigh presses against you again, the pressure just enough to send you spiraling, but still, she holds back.

“I could make you wait longer,” she murmurs, her voice low, almost a threat, but there’s a gleam in her eyes that suggests otherwise. Her hand moves down to grip your hip, holding you in place as her body moves against yours, slowly, agonizingly. “But since you asked so sweetly…”

Maria’s lips finally press against yours, firm and demanding, swallowing the moan that escapes your throat as her thigh grinds harder between your legs. “Go ahead,” she whispers against your lips, her voice dark with command. “Cum for me.”

Your body trembles violently as Maria’s command settles into you, a wave of heat rushing through every nerve. The instant she gives you permission, you feel your control slip away. Your back arches, head pressing into the pillow as your entire body goes white-hot, the intensity of it overwhelming. Your vision blurs, the edges of the room fading into a dizzying haze as you surrender completely to the release she's allowed.

"Thank you, Ma'am!" you gasp, voice breaking as you feel the overwhelming rush wash over you, your words almost drowned by the pounding in your ears. Your hands pull at the restraints, muscles tightening in response to the intensity surging through you. Even as you come undone beneath her, the gratitude spills from your lips like a mantra, "Thank you, thank you, Ma'am..."

Maria watches you closely, a satisfied gleam in her eyes as you shake in the aftermath of your release. Her hand remains steady on your hip, grounding you as you ride out the waves, her touch a reminder that she’s in complete control, even now. “That’s it,” she whispers, her voice low and soothing, though still laced with the commanding edge that made your body obey. “Good girl.”

Her fingers trace delicate patterns over your skin, allowing you to catch your breath. She doesn't release you from the bindings just yet, but the pressure eases as her thumb gently strokes the inside of your wrist. Even in your dizzy, hazy state, her control is ever-present, a constant reminder of her dominance—and your submission.

[latteromanoff]

they literally hate her fr

all i wanted was a maria hill funko pop 🙃

[wandasaura]

I CANT PROMISE PICKET FENCES

summary — maria’s always been married to her job, but lately she’s been married to the idea of a future with you

prompt — sharing long term dreams, goals and aspirations with one another x talking late into the night

song — black and white by niall horan

🌞⊹ ˚ . 18+, men/minors dni ⁺ 𓈒 ꒰🧺꒱ 🌷 ･ mommy maximoff ✧

Spring with Maria always felt fresh. There was just something about the way the flowers enhanced the blue in her eyes and the way her muscles got softer with the weather. She was still your hard headed girl, a woman that would not be swayed easily no matter who she was up against, but a delicacy came to light within her when the weather warmed up and the cherry blossoms bloomed. 

It was your opinion that Maria looked especially ethereal dressed in uniform. The navy blue material brought out the softest wisps of gray in her blue eyes, and the slickback hairstyle she incorporated into her daily appearance was particularly eye-catching, exposing the harsh cut of her jaw and the sharp contour of her naturally slim nose. It wasn’t as soft as her wardrobe at home; loose fitting sweatpants that did wonders for her waistline and some old t-shirt that she claimed had too much sentimental value to toss in the donation pile, but still, to you she looked absolutely diaphanous. You supposed you had to appreciate the uniform, she wore it more often then she did her own clothes, and even now, it was clad to her body like a winter glove as she spun around in her desk chair, two black pens twirling between the slender fingers that were skilled in delicate acts of intimacy. Those same fingers that twirled ballpoint pens between bruised knuckles were fingers that had traced every inch of your skin, and simultaneously pulled a trigger to end the life of someone who had started this life out as an innocent. Maria Hill didn’t have a violent bone in her body, but she owned a heart that fought for justice. 

The bed that Maria had picked out for your bedroom was big. It was big enough for two people to roll around in with an abundance of space between warm bodies and the abrupt edge, but most nights you occupied it alone, and the expense of soft memory foam around either side of your body felt suffocating. Most nights, you occupied Maria’s chosen side of the bed, curled up tight with the blankets pulled taught around your shoulders. Her pillows smelt of the shampoo she favored each time you went grocery shopping, but the sheets lingered with the notes and elements of her perfume that she sprayed all of her clothes with routinely. She was the only woman you knew that kept a bottle of perfume on her bedside table, but you were grateful each night you fell into bed alone and became enveloped in her delicate scent. 

The bottle of perfume on her nightstand had become your temporary tripod as you propper your phone up against it, cocooning yourself beneath heavy blankets and soft pillows as she laid on your side to really look at her, and although the room you occupied was dark and dressed only in slivers of moonlight that slipped into the bedroom, she could see every blemish on your face perfectly. The fluorescent lighting of the helicarrier gave her a radiant glow, and the brightness of her settling bled into yours like she wasn’t really so far away. That thought was merely for your own comfort, realistically you knew that she was somewhere far right now, probably hovering over the rubble of Sokovia or perhaps even farther. She wouldn’t be home for another three nights, but for a moment, if you let yourself drown in the symphony of her laughter that was as sweet and fresh as the songs of a hummingbird, it felt like she was with you. 

“How’s Clint doing?” You questioned softly, cheek pressed firmly against the pillowcase beneath your head and muffling your words slightly. Maria’s lips twitched upward into a fond grin, and her blue eyes traced every shadow across your face as she memorized the sight of you. 

“He’s hanging in there. Misses the kids, misses Laura. He and Nat have been really overdoing the Budapest jokes.” Maria rolled her eyes fondly, her agitation merely pretend as she thought about the birdbrain man and the silent dancer that found themselves beneath her wing. You’re glad that she has some semblance of familiarity, that she’s not entirely alone to act as the Deputy Director, but you miss her either way. 

“Laura’s been sending me pictures of the kids.” You smiled, propping your head up on the pillow with your fist, eyes dancing across Maria’s face as you scan her for injuries she’s conveniently forgotten to mention. Your lips curl further upward when you come up empty handed, but you can’t relax completely knowing there are still hours in the day and multiple nights before she’s home safe and awake from warfare. “Lila and Cooper got into the chicken coop yesterday. Had a water balloon fight with the eggs.” 

Maria’s nose crinkled at the thought of two young children she was entirely fond of pelting each other with eggs, but there was something different in her eyes at the mention of the Barton children. Conversation always flowed between the pair of you naturally, and the lifestyle of Laura Barton was something you’d discussed in length, both of you friends with the woman who had suspended her life in duty to raise three children. You’d never seen Maria so conflicted over a story of her latest adventure, but recently she’d been falling into her head a lot more, surrendering to whatever daydreams she liked to construct when the present became too boring. “Penny for your thoughts?” You offered quietly, eyes kind and questioning. 

Maria’s silence stretches, her expression becoming increasingly conflicted, but eventually her voice fills the bedroom again and it’s like she’s not really gone at all. “Do you ever think about what Clint has?” She asks softly, soft enough for you to pick up on the fact that she’s not asking in the generic sense; she’s wondering if you want what he has. Maria’s always been open about the fact that she’s content in her career, she’s not overly fond of the travel, but she’s content with devoting her life to two things; you and shield. The question that hangs in the area is uncharted territory, but you’re ready to dive into the adventure with her. You’re ready to talk about a future outside of Shield and how you see your life in five, ten, fifteen years. You’re ready to love her eternally, because you know that you have since the moment she asked you to be her girlfriend. 

“I do. I especially like to think about you in a pair of overalls collecting eggs.” Your giggles pulled a smile over Maria’s features, completely ridding the looming tension that pulled at her eyebrows and replacing it with that lightness that only spring could create. “I do, Mia. I think about it all the time. I was just waiting for you to be ready. Are you? Ready, I mean.” 

Maria was always a concentrated speaker. She thinks fully and deeply about the conversations she holds and the responses she gives, especially to those she cares about personally. She’s extremely rash in her decisions that involve adventure, she’ll wake you up at four in the morning talking about racing the sunrise and finding the coast to watch it fully, but her words are always heedful. Nobody can believe that after so many years together you’ve never fought, but if they took the time to know Maria the way that you do, that wouldn’t be so hard to understand. She didn’t hesitate to nod her head at your question, though. She took no time to consider how she felt about your future. Even if she didn’t say it, she didn’t half to. Just by knowing Maria you know that this is something she’s been shifting over for months. The thought of her cementing your future in her mind before she dared to bring it up to you brought  a light smile over your lips. 

“Two kids. I know you said you wanted three when we first started talking, but I think we’d be perfect for two. Two little boys, not twins, but close enough in age that everybody who sees us stops to ask. We’d use the same donor for both of them, so they know that no matter what anybody tells them about having two moms, they know that they’re connected and they’re brothers.” Maria trails off, a soft smile on her face that you want to kiss away until she falls into a fit of giggles. Instead, you clutch one of your pillows to your chest, hugging it tightly and wishing it was her. 

“Two boys, huh?” You quirked a teasing eyebrow. “You want to be a boy mom, Maria Hill? Think you can handle all the wrestling matches and dirt?” 

“They’ll know better. We’ll teach them to take their shoes off before they come in from outside. I’ll wrestle with them. Clint was talking about these play couches Laura got the kids. We’ll get them for the boys, set them up on the floor so nobody gets hurt. But we’ll sit on the couch behind them and watch. We’ll kiss imaginary boo-boos and we’ll play dress up. We’ll teach them that it’s okay to cry, and it’s okay to need a hug. It won’t be like the way I was raised. They won’t hide their mistakes in fear of our reaction, and when they’re teenagers they’ll think we’re badass. I wasn’t ready to think about all of this before. I wasn’t ready to find out if I’d be just like my parents, but I’m ready now. I’m ready to start talking about everything, and buying a house. We can’t live in that apartment forever, I won’t let you live in that apartment forever. I can’t promise a picket fence life. I can’t say that I’m ready to leave my position entirely, but I am ready to start prioritizing our future the way that I prioritize the now.” 

You held onto every word that fell off of Maria’s lips and filled the silence of your bedroom so cautiously. Your eyes glimmered with tears that pool in your waterline, disrupting the image of her sat at her desk in front of a stack of papers and mission reports, and although unconventional to be having this conversation for the first time continents away from one another, it’s entirely perfect. She’s perfect. “Five year plan. We’ll find a house, we’ll start the process. I don’t need a picket fence life, Maria. I just need you.” 

A yawn pulled at your lips, nose scrunching as you snuggled deeper into her side of the bed. The time on your phone didn’t feel like an accurate depiction of the hours that had passed since you called her, but as the early hours dawned closer and closer to sunrise, you knew that eventually you would fall asleep, and when you woke up it would be a new day but the bed would still be lonely. You weren’t ready to say goodbye to her yet, you wanted to talk about the future until you were blue in the face and she was home by your side, but Maria never let you compromise your schedule. “Sleep, sweetheart. I’ll call you tomorrow.” 

“Stay with me.” You whispered softly, eyes fluttering shut as you surrendered to the pressure of exhaustion behind your eyes. It had been a long three weeks of missing her, but the time apart only grew smaller each time you fell asleep. Even so, you didn’t want to fall asleep alone in a home that you share with her. Even if she couldn’t hold you, you wanted to fall asleep knowing that she was watching you like she did every night when she was here. “I just want to know that you’re here, at least partially.” 

You couldn't see Maria, but you knew that she was smiling at you, probably with the cap of her ridiculous Stark Industries pen between her teeth. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right here.” 

You smiled, nodding your head. “I love you, Mia.”  “I love you too, cariña.” You didn’t open your eyes to see her smile, but you could hear it in her voice, and only seconds later, you fell asleep knowing that the future you had always wanted was one step closer to fully being yours.

[untoldreader]

Arrival at the Hydra base

Natasha Romanoff x Peggy Carter x Maria Hill x Reader

Summary

Y/N was transported to the Hydra base under the control of the Red Room and Hydra. The Avengers arrived, disrupting their plans and uncovering Y/N's involvement in the "Red Soldier" project as "The Executioner."

Warnings

None?

[—Chapter One: Arrival at the Hydra Base—]

The cold metal chains chafed against my wrists as I was escorted by the Red Room operatives towards the awaiting transportation to the Hydra base. There was no escape for me, as both organizations held ownership over my very existence. My heart pounded with a mix of fear and determination as I prepared myself for the unknown challenges that awaited me at the Hydra facility.

The journey to the Hydra base was shrouded in secrecy, with the Red Room operatives ensuring my compliance through subtle threats and promises of power. The vehicle that carried me was unmarked, its windows tinted to conceal the outside world. My thoughts raced as I tried to piece together what my future held in this new environment controlled by Hydra.

As we approached the Hydra base, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense. The air was heavy with the weight of darkness and oppression that permeated the very walls of the facility. The sight of armed guards standing at attention sent a chill down my spine, reminding me of the danger that lurked within these walls.

The gates of the Hydra base loomed before us, opening with a sinister creak that echoed through the silent night. As I was led inside, I couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding wash over me. This was a place of secrets and shadows, where loyalty was bought with blood and betrayal lurked around every corner.

I steeled myself for what lay ahead, knowing that my survival depended on my ability to navigate the treacherous waters of Hydra's domain. Little did I know that my arrival at the Hydra base would mark the beginning of a journey that would test my limits and push me to the brink of darkness.

The sudden arrival of the Avengers at the Hydra base sent shockwaves through the facility, catching the guards off guard and throwing the carefully laid plans of the Red Room and Hydra into disarray. The sound of screeching tires and the roar of engines filled the air as the Avengers' quinjet touched down outside the base, a symbol of hope and resistance against the darkness that lurked within.

Iron Man's suit gleamed in the dim light as he led the charge, followed closely by Captain America, Black Widow, Thor, and the rest of the team. Their presence was a beacon of light in the shadowy depths of the Hydra base, a reminder that justice would prevail against tyranny and oppression.

As the Avengers stormed the base, their weapons at the ready, chaos erupted in their wake. Hydra agents scrambled to defend their stronghold, while Red Room operatives fought tooth and nail to protect their secrets. The clash of metal and gunfire reverberated through the halls, a symphony of battle that echoed the fierce determination of those who fought for freedom.

Peggy Carter and Maria Hill, seasoned agents in their own right, joined forces with the Avengers, their expertise and skill adding an extra layer of strategy to the assault on the Hydra base. Together, they navigated the labyrinthine corridors, searching for the hidden files that held the key to unraveling the dark web of Hydra and the Red Room.

As they delved deeper into the heart of the base, the Avengers and their allies uncovered a trove of classified documents and encrypted files, each one a piece of the puzzle that would expose the true extent of Hydra's influence and the Red Room's insidious machinations. The truth lay buried within those files, waiting to be brought to light by the heroes who stood against the forces of evil.

As the Avengers sifted through the classified files they had recovered from the Hydra base, a particular document caught Black Widow's sharp eye. She carefully scanned the contents, her expression darkening as she realized the implications of what they had uncovered.

"This is it," she murmured, her voice low yet filled with urgency. "This file details the project known as 'The Red Soldier'... and it appears that Y/N is at the center of it all."

Captain America and Iron Man gathered around as Black Widow continued to read, her brow furrowed in concern. The revelation that Y/N had been subjected to such a sinister project sent a shiver of anger down their spines. But what truly chilled them to the core was the discovery of Y/N's code name: "The Executioner."

"Y/N... The Executioner," Captain America repeated, his jaw clenched in determination. "We need to find them and put an end to this madness once and for all."

The Avengers shared a collective resolve as they realized the gravity of the situation. Y/N, their friend and ally, had been weaponized by Hydra and the Red Room, transformed into a lethal force to be reckoned with. But they knew that beneath the code name and the sinister project lay the true spirit of Y/N, a person of courage and strength who deserved to be liberated from the shadows that had ensnared them.

The journey ahead would be treacherous, but with their combined strength and unwavering resolve, they knew that they would stop at nothing to save their friend and bring justice to those who had sought to manipulate and control them.

Next Chapter-> Masterlist->

Hydra file->

[futbol16]

Lost Chance  • Alexia Putellas

This is pure angst tbh and I accidentally deleted the request but I hope I could do it justice. 

Word count: 3.8

“She totally has a crush on you!” Mapi is jumping up and down next to Alexia but the captain rolls her eyes at her friend’s behavior. She moves over to her sports bag and digs around until she finds her shin guards. Mapi looks at her as she expectantly awaits some kind of reaction.

“It’s just puppy love, Maps. Nothing serious” the brunette waves her hand as she sits down and pulls her socks up. She carefully slides in the shin guards, making sure they’re in the right place and Mapi grunts at her words.

“It’s not and you know it!” an accusatory finger is pointed her way but Alexia remains unaffected as she simply raises an eyebrow at Mapi’s immature behavior. She refrains from rolling her eyes again when the blonde drops her arms to her side and exhales loudly.

“We’ve been over this countless times and I told you, I am not interested in her.” Alexia’s voice remains calm as Mapi eyes her with a disbelieving look. The changing room door opens and the two turn to the source but upon noticing that it’s just Ana, they continue the conversation. 

“I just don’t get why you won’t give her a chance” Mapi huffs once again and Ana-Maria looks up from her own cleats she had been tying.

“Is this about Y/N again?” clearly, this hadn’t been the first time your name had been brought up regarding the captain and her lack of love life. 

“Yes and she still won’t budge. Apparently she’s not interested” Mapi uses air quotes as she fills in Ana who raises her hands in innocence as Alexia shoots her a pointed look.

“She’d be good for you” Ana reciprocates the look her captain gives her and Mapi nods as she turns back to the brunette.

“Girls” 

“I’m just saying she’d be good, she knows how to treat a woman.” Alexia raises her eyebrows again at Ana before she stands up, ready for practice.

“Just drop it guys. It’s puppy love.” the blondes give each other a look as the three exit the locker room but they drop the topic for the time being.

This hadn’t been the first time the three - or rather the older women in your team - have spoken to Alexia about you. The captain was vaguely aware of your feelings for her even though you made it blatantly obvious that you were infatuated with everything she did. 

The two of you had a complicated relationship. You got along well, you were the extrovert to Alexia’s introvert, the sweet to her shy and most importantly, you made everyone feel comfortable. You were the whole package deal, Mapi and even Marta never failed to remind her. 

However, there was one little bump in the road, or rather a whole hill in Alexia’s eyes. For some reason she could never forget about the age gap between the two of you. At first it wasn’t so glaringly obvious - when she didn’t see your age written above your head every time she looked your way. 

It was fine for the first four seasons you spent with the team but as you moved up the ranks, moving from being the rookie of the team to being a constant starter and one of Barca’s biggest stars - that’s when the number popped into her head every time she thought of you. The weekly news about the team and the fans didn’t help either, because the two of you were constantly called madre y hija, the present and the future, the mentor and the student, the queen and her heir - you get it. 

She saw the difference in age like a gap between two cities, a bridge she was too scared to cross. 

“ALE, ALE! PASS!” your voice breaks her out of her thoughts and she looks up from her feet and towards you. Taking a step around Irene she crosses the ball to you and with a proud smile resting on her face she watches as you expertly control the ball and send it flying into the net. 

A grin splits across your face as you skip toward her in celebration and she drops an arm around your shoulders. 

“Good goal Y/N/N, nice first touch” she compliments and your eyes shine as she does. This was her duty as captain, to hype her teammates up and to praise them and correct them when needed. You knew this yet the proud glimmer in her eyes didn’t fail to get the butterflies in your stomach moving. 

“Gracias” you weren’t shy when it came to your skills, you knew you were a promising player for the team’s future. You already were, but the brunette’s praise still made you blush. When Alexia notices she gently nudges you so she can take her arm back and gives you a small smile. She thinks she’s subtle, but she’s never been good at that. 

Jonatan’s whistle distracts you though and the coach tells the team that training is over. Alexia wanders to the cooler, deep in thought as she reaches for her water bottle. From the corner of her eye she watches as you jump on Patri’s back, instructing your friend to follow after Jana and Pina. 

She takes a big swig of the water as she tries to calm her racing thoughts but as you look down at Jana, she catches herself admiring your side profile. A loud beeping makes her almost choke on the water and she coughs a few times as she clears her throat. The large 23 appears above you, blinding her as it flashes in red and she scoffs, turning her back on you.

“Not interested my ass” Mapi mutters from next to her, making Alexia jump at her voice.

“Where did you come from?!”

Something clicks in Alexia’s brain that night, something she knows she should’ve done a long time ago but she didn’t have enough willpower to do so. She shifts in her bed uncomfortably as she mulls over the thought, nodding to herself in confirmation. 

“Bon dia”

Your hand lands on Alexia’s lower back as you catch up to her, smiling from ear to ear. She wants to blame the placement of your hand on the fact that you’re short but she can’t and with her elbows she pushes your arm away from her. She doesn’t look your way as she takes a step to the side and she pretends to not see the confusion flash across your face.

“Are you excited for the El Classico this month? It’ll be your first one since being back!” Your voice carries immense enthusiasm not only for the iconic clash between the two clubs but also your captain’s return to the pitch. 

“I am, it will be nice” she doesn’t hold the same excitement as you do but she does muster up a small smile. You frown at the side of her face as she still refuses to look your way.

“Sí and you’ll score a couple of goals. Real Madrid don’t know what’s coming” you lightly laugh as you imagine Los Blancos faces as they’re showered with goals from the one and only Putellas. Alexia’s jaw clenches at the sound, at her own behavior. Yet as she hears the beeping again she refrains from giving you a charming smile like she wants to.

“We’ll see” before you can blink the brunette has disappeared from beside you and you stare after her in slight hurt. Patri, noticing your expression, doesn’t let you dwell on it for too long as she loops an arm around your waist.

“Wanna warm up together?” her toothy grin brings a smile to your face as well and you nod into her shoulder before detaching yourself from her side to get a ball.

You’re a very observant person, everyone knew that about you. Nevertheless, right now you know that your skills are heightened because of your feelings for Alexia. Her avoiding you feels similar to what you imagine a loved one stabbing you in the heart would feel like. 

She’s also become more strict. At first she was strict towards everyone on the team and you chalked it up to wanting to be ready for the game against Atletico. However, her closed off behavior continued even after and then before you knew it her glares were only directed at you. 

Each time you approached her she’d take the quickest leave possible. Every time you passed her- her bottle she’d barely bat an eyelid at you and reach for another bottle in the cooler, giving Frido an apologetic look when she would drink her water instead. 

Your friendship went from talking all throughout practices to barely getting a ‘good morning’ in when arriving at the training facility. It hurt you more than you thought was possible but how could it not when one of your closest friends starts ignoring your existence. You quite literally felt invisible to her. 

Mapi glares after her best friend when she notices your eyes gloss over. She approaches you, gratefully taking her water from your hand and she pulls you into her and kisses the side of your head. No words are exchanged between you as she sips on her water but you understand that she’s apologizing for her best friend. 

Training was more intense the week of the El Clasico and it was taking a toll on some of you. When Laia slides in as Alexia is dribbling up the field, Irene winces even before Laia’s boots connect with Alexia and the ball. The brunette takes a nasty tumbling and as she doesn’t get up immediately, you’re by her side in an instant. Alexia’s sudden ACL injury last season had caused everyone enough PTSD to raise panic in you the second she stayed put. 

“Mierda, mierda!” she’s mumbling into the material of her shirt, only looking up when you lay a gentle hand on her thigh. 

“Ale, are you okay? Can you sit up?” your soft words earn you the opposite reaction from what you hoped and the brunette’s eyes harden as she looks you over. She pushes herself up with one arm, the other still holding her ankle. You move with her, getting back up to your feet and holding your hands out.

“Déjame en paz” she spits and your movements falter as she attempts to put pressure on her foot. Your heart is beating out of your chest, terrified as to what would come next. 

“Grab my hand, I’ll pull you up” you urge her as she fails to get up on her own, too busy with giving you death stares and she roughly pushes your hand away. You feel the stabbing in your chest again, the heaviness in your stomach.

“Leave me alone” 

“Just let me help you Alexia!” you’ve rarely ever said her name, it’s always been Ale but in this moment you think it’s the only way to get her to listen to you. 

“I said leave me alone! What don’t you get?! I don’t need your help, I don’t want it and I don’t want you! Go away!” she shouts in fury and this time her voice makes you freeze over. Collective gasps are heard from the rest of the girls as their eyes widen in shock. 

You feel your heart stop beating as you slowly straighten up, dropping your arms. Alexia’s grunts are inaudible to you as she stands. You’re wearing a far away expression on your face as your hands start to tremble. Fingers sliding through yours brings you back to the present and your eyes water as you turn to Patri. Your best friend is furious but not with you. Her other hand cradling your face breaks you and the tears start rolling down your cheek. 

You barely manage to shake your head at her before you’re off in a sprint towards the changing rooms, an assistant coach ready to follow you. Patri waves her off but before she goes after you, she gives Alexia one last harsh glare.

“You’ve done it now Alexia” 

Thirty minutes later when most of the team had already gotten changed and was on the way home, Mapi decides to confront the brunette.

“What is wrong with you?!” her straightforwardness makes Alexia flinch in her seat. Ingrid’s and Panos’ heads snap up while Caro and Frido decide to keep their gazes set firmly on the floor.

“What?” the brunette furrows her eyebrows, she wasn’t new to Mapi’s bluntness. 

“You heard me, why are you treating Y/N like she’s a nobody! The girl has done nothing but help you, look out for you and you’ve done nothing but ignore her and give her the cold shoulder!” Mapi is on fire, she was so tired of Alexia treating you the way she has, all because of your feelings for her.

“Mapi I told you I wasn’t interested and you all pushed me-” Frido squints her eyes in confusion.

“Oh no, don’t blame us for how you’ve been behaving! You’ve practically been kicking Y/N to the ground since last week.” Sandra joins in, protective over you. 

“This isn’t right Ale, this is no longer about Y/N’s feelings for you-” Marta doesn’t get to finish as the brunette in question interrupts her, the beeping in her ears too loud. 

“It’s puppy love not actual feelings.” a beat of silence passes through the group as they look at her with incredulous looks. Mapi has ultimately lost her cool as she detangles her hands from Ingrid’s hold. 

“God damn it Alexia! She’s six years younger than you, not sixteen! She knows the difference, we know it’s not puppy love and even you know it!” the defender seethes and Alexia cowards back into her seat. 

“She’s not a baby Ale, and you’re not about to retire either. The age gap isn’t that big yet to you it seems to be ground shaking. Nonetheless, that is no way to treat a teammate no matter the circumstances.” Irene speaks up, giving Mapi a pointed look to calm down and waiting until Alexia nods at her. “Now go home and get some rest, we need everyone ready for the match”

The others listen to her words but a few moments later Alexia’s voice cuts through the tense silence. 

“Where is she?” she doesn’t have to give a name to let the others know who she’s referring to.

“What are you planning on doing?” Ingrid questions, her gaze not moving from the brunette even as someone walks through the door.

“Apologizing.” she shrugs like it’s nothing. “Where is she?”

“She’s at a friend’s.” Patri, who had walked in answers with a rough voice.

“What friend of hers lives in Madrid?” she gives her captain a disapproving look.

“A real friend” Patri’s sarcastic smile lets the rest know what she’s thinking about.

“You’ll apologize tomorrow before the game” Mapi’s voice makes Alexia turn her attention back to packing the rest of her stuff. 

You spend the night crying into the arms of someone you trust and fall asleep in the comfort of their bed. Her brown eyes are dark as she stares up at her ceiling and her jaw involuntarily clenches as she replays the story you’ve told her just a few hours ago. Her arm tightens around you and she pulls you closer to her, wanting to make you feel okay even in your sleep. 

The air is weird in the bus heading towards the Real Madrid stadium the next day. The Barca girls have no idea how to act like nothing had happened the other day, they’re ready for the possibility that you wouldn’t even show up. Your club is too dear to you though and when you walk up the stairs with a small smile resting on your face, the girls let out a breath of relief. You’re quick to plop down next to Patri and Claudia and the three of you instantly dive into whatever story Pina has about her aunt. 

Arriving at the stadium, you make it easier for yourself and the others as well as you steer clear of Alexia. The brunette only staring after you in regret, the beeping in her ears much quieter than it was before.

Despite the quarrel from yesterday, the team still manages to keep a relatively hyped atmosphere in the guest locker room and you’re pleased to see everyone ready for the game. 

Focusing on football and football only, the Barca girls wear determined looks on their faces as they line up in the tunnel. 

A nudge from your right makes you look over at the Real Madrid players and Athenea points towards the beginning of their line. Your eyes follow the direction until your eyes land on Misa, the goalkeeper beckoning you over with a grin. A smile takes over your features in an instant and figuring you’ve still got time, you saunter over to the player clad in blue. 

“Hola” she pulls you into a tight embrace instead of verbally greeting you and you chuckle into her hold.

Alexia eyes the two of you from next to you and her eye twitches in slight jealousy. Now that she no longer had the beeping screaming her head down, or the number glaring at her, she forgot to act like she didn’t care about you.

Misa keeps you at arms length as she looks you over and you hold onto her shoulders, keeping your gaze on her face. 

“Are you okay?” her voice is laced with concern and you smile at your friend reassuringly. 

“Y/N get back in line” your captain’s voice rings out from next to you and you give her a look.

 “Now. You can talk to the enemy later.” You almost roll your eyes at her way of wording it while Misa lets out a loud scoff. A squeeze to her shoulders shuts her up though and with one last hug and a look at Alexia, you make your way back to your spot in the line ups.

The match against Real Madrid is intense, like always. This time the Madrid players seemed to have worked more on their defense and Alexia was less than successful with her attempts on goal. It only angers her more that it’s her first El Clasico since she tore her ACL last year. But Barca bring their strongest plays to the game and when the final whistle is blown your team takes the 2-0 victory with pride. A goal from you and a goal from Caro. 

Before you get to shake hands with the opposition or celebrate with your teammates a hand on your shoulder stops you.

“I need to talk to you.” 

“Later.” you glance at Alexia and she gives in.

“Fine. Find me in the tunnel after.” she waits until you reluctantly nod before letting you go. 

“Everything okay?” Patri walks with you, muttering a ‘god game’ here and there as you shake hands with the Madrid players. 

“She wants to talk to me.” she scoffs, giving you a look and you shrug.

“I’ll be close just in case” you give her a grateful smile. You loved Patri for being so protective of you, she wouldn’t let Alexia hurt you again.

You’re one of the last ones to enter the tunnel but upon doing so you’re immediately pulled into another body. Lips crash onto yours in a passionate kiss and you’re held close to the person, her strong arms around your waist. You reciprocate the kiss, responding with just as much intensity as your one hand cradles her jaw while the other rests against her stomach. You’re in pure ecstasy, feeling blissful as your lips capture each other over and over. 

“I missed you” she whispers onto your mouth and you grin at her, eyes cracking open to find her already beaming down at you with nothing but love.

“You saw me yesterday” Misa gives you a smirk as your hands wander under her shirt and her gloved hands tighten their hold on you.

“That’s what I’m saying, it’s been too long” you laugh at her, the girl only watching you in adoration. 

“I missed you too Misa” you whisper honestly, pressing a soft kiss to her jawline. The brunette dips her head as she catches your lips in yet another kiss and she pulls you impossibly closer to her, her back resting against the wall of the tunnel. 

The patter of someone’s feet down the hallway doesn’t stop you from moving your hands over Misa’s abs who flexes them to show off. The patter comes to an abrupt stop and Alexia’s heart drops at the sight of you lip locking with the Real Madrid goalkeeper. 

Misa can feel her intense gaze on the two of you and she slowly pulls back from your lips. As she lifts her head she brushes her lips against the skin of your forehead before turning to the Barcelona captain.

“Alexia?” you say before you realize and take a step back from Misa. It takes her a moment to find her voice and she fiddles with her cleats that remain in her hands.

“Erm I wanted to talk to you” it’s the one thing she can say before shutting her mouth. If she wouldn’t have she would’ve said a lot more than just that.

“Oh yea, I-I forgot” upon noticing the panic in your eyes Misa slides an arm around your waist and softly pulls you into her side. You smile at her in appreciation. Alexia eyes the interaction in confusion before it dawns on her and she feels the air get knocked out of her lungs. She had been too late. 

“You- the two of you..” she struggles to get the words out and for the first time ever you can hear the heaviness in her heart, the realization that maybe you really had more than a puppy love- crush on her.

Misa squeezes your waist in comfort and while you glance up at her, she’s having her own staring contest with Alexia, not faltering under the older woman’s glare-like stare.

“She’s our opponent Ale, not my enemy” you give her the answer, admitting that the girl standing next to you protectively was most definitely more to you than just an international teammate. Alexia swallows hard as she bites her lower lip.

“The Madrid friend” she mumbles almost incoherently. She looks at you one last time taking in the smile on your face as Misa whispers something to you. She hasn’t seen you that happy in weeks, not since she started ignoring you. And then in a blink of an eye she’s out of your sight.

As Alexia rounds the corner she comes face to face with your best friend who stands there, arms crossed over her chest. Patri’s eyes - though they hold a sense of sympathy for the brunette-  are sharp against her and the younger girl clicks her tongue.

“You lost your chance, Capitana”

[tredawakandan]

Dope recent artwork I came across

[midnightmayhem13]

that's how you get the girl

a/n: kate won the poll so here's a lil smt for her! hope i did the lil archer justice and enjoy!🩶

summary: kate doesn't know how or when to make a move on you, maria nd nat are tired of her awkward flirting!

kate bishop x reader; maria hills x natasha romanoff

mentions of clint! no warnings js wlw fluffiness flash of angst(?)🩶

You and kate first met when you were training with nat and she with clint. so naturally, with both of ur mentors being best friends you two met. since you guys were also offered rooms in the compound you guys saw eachother constantly. clint and nat also wanted you two to get along bc eventually you two would be partners like they were.

in all honesty it was hard to not be friends. you two passed each while you were headed to the gym with nat and when kate was headed to the shooting range with clint. the black haired girl found herself excited for these little moments in both of ur busy schedules. she started getting flustered when you would smile at her briefly and wave at her with ur fingers, whispering a little "hi katie", or when nat and clint were out of town and you two would hang out and get pizza together.

you two became best friends sooner than clint and nat expected but they're weren't ones to complain. as you two got closer to the team you hung out with them more often and even went to starks parties. kate wasn't so excited about that part thinking it would be like her moms galas, but oh was she wrong. first you were there and shit did you look absolutely stunning everything but also the vibe was a whole lot more chill. people didn't care about being formal more just being themselves and having fun

due to this you two found out the maria hills was dating nat! they were the cutest couple ever. you never rlly expected anything bc the kept it professional at work. but they didn't care about you two knowing they were in love and they loved it. the couple found themselves forming a soft spot for you two. being reminded of them being young and falling in love. and being the best agents shield had to offer, they noticed the feelings both of you had for the other. but neither saying anything.

nat would hang out with you at tony's parties to help calm you down and maria started talking to kate, complimenting her work bc maria knew everything duh.

"so you and the archer huh" nat winked at you "woah ms rominoff she's just my friend, plus you told me to be friends w her" she scoffed slightly blushing "it's nat remember and don't act like you don't look at her the way you do honey. plus that girl has heart eyes for you, she follows you like a puppy" "don't be ridiculous nat" you said with a frown, walking away bc sam had called you over . it hurt nats heart knowing that you didn't notice kate's infatuation with you.

on the other side of the room was a fluster kate and a maria trying to hype her up. "y/n's pretty isn't she kate" "yea she's absolutely beautiful" kate sighs maria cackles at kate's daze. kate notices this and immediately gets embarrassed "uhm oh not like that well yes bc she is beautiful not that she isn't but not in that way" "kate stop pretending, it's cute" maria says as she shakes her head. kate's mind was racing. was her crush that noticiable? well ofc she liked you who wouldn't but she didn't have the guts to ask you out, you were way out of her league. " i just, i don't know how" "i can tell. it's getting painfully awkward watching you try to flirt" "ok whatever hill" "hey women up, you're gonna ask her out you here me?" maria challenges

that was a month ago. maria and nat has been helping kate work up the courage and not be so awkward around you. and honestly you fell harder for her, she finally asked you on a date and you hoped she'd confess but she never did leaving you thinking she js wanted to hang out. kate js couldn't get the words out her mouth bc ur beauty had stunned her. although one on of tonys parties, when all the guests left and only the team was there laughing and drinking, you and kate were right next to eachother. and across from you was everyone's favorite couple. you had already been fiddling with kate's hand and she didn't really know what to do.

maria watched kate's struggle as she was trying to make a movie but didn't know how. as this went on for a couple of minutes, watching kate try to find a way to put her arm around you. kate finally caught maria gaze, jumping in her spot a little causing you to turn to kate and giving you a sweet smile. when u turned back to what ever steve was saying, kate turned back to maria to give her a 'wtf what do u want' face. maria just giggled to herself. pointing at kate aggressively and putting an arm around natasha, as to say 'see'. but kate couldn't bring herself to do it as she nodded no fast. but maria being stubborn nodded yes. this went on for a while, no one paying attention luckily. finally kate js did it. fast. both raven haired girls waiting for ur reaction.

you simply scooted closer to her and put your head on her shoulder. kate melted as she watched you with loving eyes. since this moment, kate's confidence boosted

since then the next month was filled with cute dates compliments and cheek kisses. then for the third time at tony's party was when she made the most important move of all. you two decided to be matching as it was a pre-valentine's day party, and you two went as a date. as usual you two went to talk to different people parting ways for a bit, kate went to her new mom at this point updating her on everything. when she's admiring you when maria's talking abt something she didn't rlly pay attention to, she notices your mood switch.

maria notices kate get serious rather than have that dreamy look on her face. suddenly you walk out onto the roof looking as if u we're about to cry. before kate follows you she notices your bitch ass ex with the person they cheated on you with. how tf did they make it here? maria pats kates shoulder "go get her tiger"

kate zooms away throwing ur ex a dirty look in the process. she finds you on the rooftop balcony hugging ur self while trying to wipe the tears away. "y/n..." you turn around trying to act as if nothing was wrong "hi katie" you say, not without ur voice cracking, you can't help it anymore as you burst into tears. kate immediately pulls you in by ur waist hugging you passionately. a few minutes pass and you two are swaying and whispering sweet nothings to each. when kate opens her eyes she met with a cheering nat and maria through the window. she immediately blushes and nods in question. they keep making kissy hands and maria pulls nat in to emphasize their point.

kate breaths in and pulls away. your cheeks are bright red. your eyes are filled with noticiable love. kate lifts your chin and your breath hitches. "can i kiss you?" "mhm~" you respond nervously with a small grin on ur face. as kates lips touch yours you swear you hear fire works. you two giggle and pull apart "tuesday at 7?" "of course katie" you giggle knowing what's going to happen. you two interlock hands and walk away happy as can be. kate turns to maria and nat mouthing a 'thank you'

the next morning when you and kate walk out your room after not wanting to leave eachothers side last night. when kate's staring at you while you make coffee and talk to nat. maria comes up from behind her and slaps her back, " see, that's how you get the girl" she winks. kate smiles and turns back to you. continuing to admire her girl.

a/n sorry that was ass😵‍💫 first time writings not js headcanons lmao but i love kate and i had to think of a prompt on the spot hope you found a little bit of it enjoyable🩶

[sakuraswordly]

For someone who said "Sonic" Prime is out of character.

If you remember Sonic and the Secret Rings, Shahra did say this is not Tails but Sonic can't believe it before going to do quest. Sonic couldn't stop staring at the look-like Tails in the distance.

In Sonic and the black knight, even Sonic knew this wasn't Tails but he still tried to reach his hand. You can't tell how much Tails is important to Sonic. Mr Junichi Kanemaru once said Sonic's very positive and sensitive too. Sonic's so very kind, his heart, so he can hurt very easily if his friends hurt or die because of him.

That is why this scene Sonic tries to reach his hand to his buddy...and his friends...

When Sonic says "home" to Green Hill, this is also Shadow's home as well-meaning Sonic's friends also his friends too. When you remember Maria's wish, that's how Shadow started to protect Sonic since Sonic Adventure 2 to not let him die from chaos control.

So Shadow knew how much burden Sonic tried to carry without telling anyone and when only Sonic and Shadow this time, Shadow started to protect Sonic not because he started to care but because he cared about Sonic since Shadow the Hedgehog 2005. "If you want to help them, we need to get out of here" Shadow lost his family once but as long as he exists, his friends will exist even if they are gone. This is what Shadow meant to let go of his past in Shadow the Hedgehog 2005. Protecting the earth means "protecting home" and "protecting friends" he cares about not for Maria's sake anymore but now for his true desire. That's why because Sonic's his friend...Shadow can't let Sonic end up like him.

Shadow: Even you're not Sonic, but you're still Sonic the one I knew. Thank you for always being by my side, Punch.

Punch: I'm glad I will be able to save you again, Shadow. Even though we had met before I felt like I couldn't let you die again. It's just like I knew you for a very long time.

Shadow: (You reached me like when Sonic reached out to save me before I fell to Earth from the ARK. I remember...If I hadn’t waved Sonic away, Sonic would have fallen with me. But his determination in trying… I’ll never forget that even now. The way you tried to save me. You and Sonic really care about me. Thank you again for accepting me for who I am.)

But no matter how much Shadow tried to stay away from Sonic to not get bonded or be hurt like what was bonding between Maria. Or tried to be an unlimited life form whatever. In the end, Shadow except "Sonic" to help him even though he doesn't like it. So this is connected to Tsubasa of Phantasia, in this scene why Shadow's feeling both glad and sad when Punch comes to rescue him.

Silver's much different from both Sonic and Shadow. Silver is the hero of justice but doesn't know how the truth behind it, unlike Shadow. Shadow knew Silver tried to hurt Sonic so he jumped to protect him from Silver and take Silver to the real truth behind the past. Shadow is more careful and quick than Silver. Shadow taught Silver to discover the truth and thanks to Shadow. Silver decides to do the right thing not to change the past but to change the future.

"Leave the past behind and keep moving to the future". And this is what this scene means. Shadow lets Sonic see the past mistake again and change the present now before everything is too late just like Shadow did to Silver once(Even Shadow didn't remember).

Thanks from Tailstube, this is the hint how the relationship between Tails and Shadow. In Sonic Prime, Shadow knew Sonic couldn't accept what happened because of his fault so Shadow knew that he could help Sonic.

"Shadow" is a hero that helps people in their Shadow. That's what his name mean.

[bestest-artists-bracket]

New Bracket Announcement!

This one is kind of huge compared to what I usually do, and it’s probably going to be a bit before there’s another one this big.

As such, I’ve divided it into four Blocks, which will each run separately before the winners of each block participate in the semifinals.

The theme this time is

Ambiguously Dead Friends

Since there are so many this time, the lineup will be below the cut, but I encourage you to see if anyone you know is there! Please reblog to spread the news and to remind yourself to come vote!

Round One of Block A starts this Monday.

Dead Best Friend Bracket

Block A

KK (Ghostwire Tokyo) vs Alma Karma (D.Gray Man)

Makise Kurisu (Steins;Gate) vs Kokonose Haruka (Kagerou Project)

Kofune Ushio (Summertime Rendering) vs Yami Yugi (Yu-Gi-Oh!)

Bruno Bucciarati (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: Golden Wind) vs Iris Sagan (AI: The Somnium Files)

Marnie (When Marnie was There) vs Cassim (Magi)

The Snatcher (A Hat in Time) vs Professor Turo (Pokémon: Violet)

Asriel Dreemurr (Undertale) vs Sakurane Shoka (NEO: The World Ends with You)

Hayakawa Aki (Chainsaw Man) vs Fubuki Atsuya (Inazuma Eleven: Blizzard)

Block B

Audric (Dragalia Lost) vs Komikado Harumichi (Ohayou, Ibarahime)

Mondo Owada (Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc) vs Brook (One Piece)

Kite (Hunter x Hunter) vs Yukine (Noragami)

Naruse Kakeru (Orange) vs Polterpup (Luigi’s Mansion)

Alear (Fire Emblem: Engage) vs Lief (Bug Fables)

Hoshino Ruby (Oshi no Ko) vs Lyman Banner (Yu-Gi-Oh! GX)

Shizu (That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime) vs Zera (Fairy Tail)

Acht (Splatoon 3) vs Honma Meiko (Anohana)

Block C

Gugu (To Your Eternity) vs Falin Touden (Dungeon Meshi)

Mia Fey (Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney) vs Natsuki Subaru (Re: Zero)

Tikal (Sonic Adventure) vs Hinazuki Kayo (Boku Dake ga Inai Machi)

Mari (OMORI) vs Sunny (Pokémon)

Sabito (Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba) vs Indou Hikaru (The Summer Hikaru Died)

Excellen Browning (Super Robot Wars) vs Dimple (Mob Psycho 100)

Daruk (The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild) vs Maria (Silent Hill 2)

Claire Foley (Professor Layton and the Unwound Future) vs Ethan Winters (Resident Evil)

Block D

Lemiel Silvamillion Clover (Black Clover) vs Hanako-kun (Toilet-bound Hanako-kun)

Pandoria (Xenoblade Chronicles 2) vs Brown (Rule of Rose)

Queen Sectonia (Kirby: Triple Deluxe) vs Joe Tazuna (Your Turn to Die)

Reginald Kastle (Yu-Gi-Oh! Zexal) vs Missile (Ghost Trick)

Shuu (Inazuma Eleven: GO) vs Yokomizo (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Sothis (Fire Emblem: Three Houses) vs Vanilla (World’s End Club)

Shirakumo Oboro (My Hero Academia) vs Auron (Final Fantasy X)

Dhurke Sahdmadhi (Ace Attorney: Spirit of Justice) vs Sayori (Doki Doki Literature Club)