#mavel pair ups

[witchthewriter]

𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒇𝒐𝒓 @bakingintheshire. 

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋🌈

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓! Oh he would absolutely adore you! Your kindness and how homey you feel. It’s like he could be the most anxious or crazed but when he’s around you all he can feel is calm. You put him at peace. You work together because he lifts your spirit, and you make him feel grounded. 

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・He hates reading but still loves stories. So you introduced him to audiobooks. He nearly died with happiness. 

    “Look Y/N, you can stop, fast forward and go backwards! And then replay it! Gods this human contraption is brilliant!” 

・Wants you to wash, brush and plait his hair. You’ve introduced him to braids and he absolutely LOVES IT. He would definitely sit in front of the tv watching braiding tutorials. 

・Introduces you to Valkyrie/Brunnhilde but gives her the side eye whenever she flirts with you. 

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Dancing Queen by ABBA

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

・Dumbass x Oh God I Guess That’s My Dumbass

・It's Always Been You

・Aggressively Supportive

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Loves your dreamy, caring attitude. He loves that you care about things just as much as he does - he doesn’t have to explain why certain things are important to him because you just get it. 

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅  

Wanda Maximoff. You make her feel wanted. You weren’t ever scared of her powers, and you didn’t know this, but she knew. It helped her feel in control of herself. Among many other things, you’ve helped her to feel less alone. 

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑬𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝑴𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏! He would LOVE that you love Lord of the Rings. I mean, it isn’t the only reason I ship you with him, but having something in common is a very important part of a relationship. Eddie would love your kindness, open heart and bravery. Being an INFP and a Gryffindor, it tells me that you can be introverted but have a strong will. 

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Has been said before but needs to be said again, will DEFINITELY call you ‘sweetheart.’ 

・Writes songs about you, but will only perform them when they’re completely finished. Otherwise, he’s too embarrassed to show you

・Wants your opinion on his DnD campaign. If you’re a part of Hellfire then it’s a mission to keep it a secret. Whenever you walk into the room, he’ll snap his notebook closed and shove it in his sock drawer

    “Uh-uh, no peeking-” 

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Fairy Dance by James Newton Howard

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

・Sun (You) x Eclipse (Eddie)

・Looks Like A Jerk But Has A Heart Of Gold x Looks Like A Cinnamon Roll But Is Also A Badass

・Madly In Love x Ridiculously Oblivious 

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Your willingness, enthusiasm and encouragement. For the most part, he can encourage himself and others. But sometimes it can be difficult, especially when the community shuns him. That’s when he needs you to pick him up. 

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅  

Robin Buckley. You were a bit wary of her at the beginning, but as you got to know her, you started to understand certain things. For example, you thought she was really short with people, but actually she just isn’t very good with social cues. After learning these things, you two found your flow and found that you were on the same page in life. 

𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒏! Light-hearted, fun, humorous, loyal and intimidating. I think Cassian would be the perfect match because he’d be able to relate to you the most out of the male characters. He can be serious when the situation needs it, but the majority of the time you can rely on him to lighten the mood. 

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Is on a mission to buy you every book in the world. When you said you don’t have the room, he goes and buys a bigger house.

   “Cassian- this is ... gods...” 

“Rhysie owes me.” 

・Thinks your smile is the prettiest thing on earth and would do literally anything to see it. 

・Flying with you in his arms. It’s actually a lot more scary than you thought it would be. You clung to him like a monkey (hehe hold tight spider monkey.) But he flew higher and higher and you thought you were going to vomit

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Pure Spirits Of The Forest by James Horner

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

・Curious and Wide-Eyed x Has Seen Everything, Thinks It’s Cute

・Tragic Past x Ray of Light

・ Tough on the Outside, Soft on the Inside  x The Top 

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Your curiosity and willingness to experience things. He forgets that he’s a few hundred years older than you and has experienced the world in all its’ forms. He wants to be by your side when you go through the motions of life. 

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅  

Feyre - she would get along really really well with you. As an ISFP she understands your need for alone time and together, you have created a safe space where you can recharge without being alone. On the flip side, she knows when to have fun and be adventurous. 

[roleplayfinder]

hello everyone !!

my name is anakin and first things first i’m looking for literate third person roleplay partners that are 18+ as i like to sometimes include nsfw ( gore , smut , stuff like that ) and also . . . i just don’t like roleplaying with anyone younger than that because i’m an adult.

so here are some fandoms i’m looking for at the moment and what i want to do for them !!

- the walking dead ( i usually do double ups here and pair my male oc with aaron. i’m willing to play a character in return as well but i won’t play negan , phillip or any of the whisperer characters ).

- mavel and dc ( I play as wonder woman , starfire , the non whitewashed comic version of scarlet witch , harley quinn , rogue and cassie lang. i’m open to different ships with them depending on characters you play ).

- stranger things ( another double up. i pair my oc with steve harrington. i will not play billy hargrove ).

- brigerton ( another double up , i pair my ox with colin brigerton ).

- my hero academia( i’m looking for specific ships for this one. i’m a rarepair kinda girly so here are my pairs I’m looking to do. kachako , kirideku , bakumomo , shindeku , shinchako. i’m open to ship suggestions as well. )

Like if interested and I’ll get back to you !!

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[miscfandomwrites]

Academically Kickass: Chapter One

Pairing: Avengers x Mafia! Student! Fem! Reader

Warnings: Language

Words: 1.7k

Location: Mavel > Wanda Maximoff > Series

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

“Ms. (Y/N).” Clarke said as she saw me exit the building. 

I nodded to her, pausing and stepping beside her, letting the rest of the school flow out the doors.

That’s when I noticed Jack, who exited the door and made his way over to us.

He was following me. Godammit-I should have seen that. Fuck, here comes the lecture.

“Ms. (Y/N), did you notice I wa-”

I cut him off before the lecture started. “No, Jack. You’re supposed to let me know anyway, if I’m being followed. That is a rule.” I told him as I turned, heading down the walkway. 

Clarke kept pace with me, tugging on the leash for Roscoe. Meanwhile, Jack had to jog and dodge students to get to us. 

 I chuckled as I kept walking, taking the long way around the school to the teacher’s parking lot. 

Finally Jack caught up with us, and gave me a sour look and nothing more (thankfully).

Perks of being a Mafia Lord's Daughter: You get to park anywhere. And since my Father is a main donor of the school, I not only get top-tier classes and good academic results, but I am well known.

Oh please. I work my ass off for my grades-I made sure to explain that to the Board and to my teachers. Just because my Father has influence does NOT mean I get treated any differently. 

We headed to the parking lot, and I immediately knew which car they took to get here. 

The dodge challenger-black, as the majority of our cars were. It was beautiful, I’ll give you that. 

Money makes beauty. But money cannot be beauty-you actually need to work for that. 

We headed to the car, Clarke unleashing Roscoe who walked towards the car, sniffing around and under it. 

Clarke unlocked it, and opened the driver’s side door for me, and I got in. Roscoe got in the back with me, sitting on the passenger side. 

Clarke would be driving, and it seems Jack would be the passenger.

I opened my book again after putting my seatbelt on, and lost myself in it as we headed home. 

Thankfully the car was silent, which not only gave anxiety but took it away. 

How bad is it? With three of them now, it’s bound to be bad, yet it’s not bad enough where I needed to be taken out of class, much less have a bodyguard with me at all times. 

The drive back to the house took almost twenty minutes, and I spent most of it either reading or glancing at my phone now and again, awaiting a message from either my father or my brother, explaining things to me. Nothing. 

Finally, I peered up from my book and glanced around the car. Clarke was focused on the road, Jack was on his phone, messaging whoever, and Roscoe was facing forward, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. I raised my eyebrows before flipping my phone over and tucking my head back into my book.

~~

The gates opened automatically as we pulled into the driveway leading up to them, and we pulled around to the front of the house….

“What the hell is going on?” I asked out loud as I saw the new guards posted. Four out by the front doors, two holding rifles, and a quick glance at the roof had me seeing two men with long-range rifles posted up. “Jesus Christ…” I murmured as I got out of the car. Shouldering my bag and tucking my phone in my back pocket, I headed up the snow-encrusted steps. Only a light dusting, enough for the snowmelt to already start eating away at it. 

Jack opened the doors and we walked through. There were more guards, at the balconies and at the foot of the stairs. I saw more posted at the doors. Thankfully, my father and brother were already there. Along with a few other people I recognized, mostly as my father’s associates and ‘helping hands’.

I only took note of my surroundings, waiting for him to speak. 

“(Y/N), I’m glad you’re home.” Father spoke. I tilted my head in interest. I am usually called a pet name, such as darling, or babygirl, etc… for him to call me by my first name is when I knew it was serious. 

He didn’t bother to turn around before he raised his hand, dismissing his cadre. They filtered out to a side room and I turned my attention back to my father. 

“Why don’t you get changed and...dressed up so you can meet our associates?” 

I only nodded before taking off up the stairs, heading to my room. Jack took Roscoe and they stayed behind, while Clarke followed me into my room. 

I dumped my bag next to my desk and tossed my book on it, before starting to take off my outer layers of clothing. 

“Something nice, I suppose then?” I asked her as I hung my jacket on the back of my chair. 

“I suggest something feminine, perhaps a dress?” She said as I took my shoes into my closet. 

I hummed and started looking through the racks of clothes, before settling on a decent black dress. Paired with some gold or diamonds, some heels, and my knives, it’ll do nicely. 

I made sure to shave and wash my hair, but I tried to keep getting ready relatively quickly. 

No less than twenty minutes later, my hair styled down and my knives strapped on, I pulled on my heels and finished with my jewelry before heading downstairs. 

Clarke led me through the house and towards the back of it, where some of the main meeting rooms were. Through two sets of doors and two sets of guards, we arrived at the room where my father only met with his highest, and most important clientele. It wasn’t used often, so when I needed a quiet place to work I was often found here. 

The walls held various guns from various times, some dating back to the civil war and some as recent as last year’s newest chinese additions. All were in perfect working order, and well taken care of. And I’ve shot them all. I guess that’s one of the perks of being in my odd little family-being taught from a young age how to defend myself and those I love. 

But at the same point, I never got to really experience a decent childhood. I don’t remember a time my father and I spent any time together outside of my ‘training’ or dinners. 

Father stood at the head of the table, my brother to his left and Jacob, his second in command, to his right. There were the associates, along with three men and two women I didn’t recognize. There was an empty seat at the other head of the table, right in front of me. 

“(Y/N), I’m glad you could join us.” He said, motioning to the chair in front of me. We all sat down and I turned my attention to the strangers. 

The men, one dark skinned and with an eyepatch. Looked clean cut, with mostly leather and black accessories. The man to his right, a blonde white boy who was very well muscled and wearing a suit. Then the other man whom I recognized as Tony Stark, someone that I’ve seen only in mention and in passing. And the two women: Natasha Romanoff, an inspiration and one of the most notorious assassins. I’ve seen her only twice, both in dealings with my father. 

Why would she deal with him? She’s an assassin with her own goals, which were none of my business unless they directly affected me or my family. And the other one, someone I’ve seen only on television and heard about in conversations. Wanda Maximoff. 

“So, do you have an idea why you are here, Miss (L/N)?” The one with the eyepatch-Fury, if I can recall correctly-asked me. 

I leaned back into the chair, nodding my thanks to Clarke as she set a cup of coffee in front of me. I took it in my hands and quietly thanked her before I studied the man and took a sip of the warm drink. 

“If I did, why would you be asking me that?” I replied, raising my eyebrow. 

“You are being asked to join the Avengers Initiative.” 

I looked towards my father. Who sighed and sipped his bourbon. 

“Before we get into any details, does this explain the heightened security and three guard team assigned to me today, father?” I asked him. He nodded. 

“Our rivals decided to ban together. And as it seems, have joined forces with Hydra, their” He gestured to the group “Enemies as well. They know that our bloodline has...abilities. And all three of us, myself, your brother, and you are being searched for.” 

“Then why does the invitation not extend to my brother as well?” I asked. 

“Because I’ve already been tested, (F/N), and I don’t show any abilities. Neither does father.” He replied.

“And me?” 

“You have been tested and shown the aptitude. But you haven’t shown any outward signs yet, as far as abilities beyond advanced healing and a high IQ.” Father replied. I nodded and took another sip of my coffee before turning back to Fury.

“And why do you want me to join?” I questioned him. 

“Because you need training for your abilities as they come into play. And you would be a good ally to have.” Steve told me. 

I sighed and set my coffee down, looking towards my father. 

“And what about here? Do you need my assistance or are you willing to let me go and do this?” I asked him.

He ran a hand through his hair and tilted his head back. 

“Princesa, this is your decision. I can influence it but that wouldn’t be fair. This is your choice. I suggest you go. You’ll be surrounded by people like you, and you will be able to do good.” He finally said. I nodded.

“And the family?” 

“We can take care of ourselves. I will keep in contact, however.” He replied. 

I turned back towards Fury. 

The world needs me.

“When do I leave?”

[0oolookitsme]

Auditions

Genre- had to write some shit after hearing about ‘the eternals news’, ya know?

Main Characters- Mavel!Actress!Y/n ; AboutToJoinMarvel!Harry ; Bestie!TomHolland

A/N- Okay so, I’ve sort of written this by collecting my burnt ashes cause listen, if you know from the pairing as to why I’ve been gifted to hell, then you know. Also, this is kind of a verse so I might add more blurbs n shit based on the characters!

Walking back to the crew after sneaking out some bottles of orange juice, you come to a halt when the door to Kevin‘s room opened and Tony came out, followed by another person who looked way to similar to the popstar to not be him.  

“Y/n! I’ve told you so many times you all can’t just drink all of these!” Tony groaned, talking about the 5 bottles of the juice stored in your arms, as preciously as if your babies. Yet, you were too busy trying to register the man standing behind him, Harry Styles.

“Hello!” he greeted, nodding his head along as his one hand had some papers and also, Tony was too busy looking at you suspiciously while standing in middle. 

Nudging Tony to the side, you stick your hand out to shake, way too fast for his liking as you could practically see him shielding his dick. You backed away as you sort of realized the situation and greeted him back, “Myself, Y/n!”.

“I know!”, he let out a low laugh, shaking your hand in the process.

“Wanna share a juice?” you ask, smiling and making your way to continue your path while side eyeing Tony, who had his hands resting on his hips. 

“Sure!” he agreed and followed after you as you beckoned for him to follow you -Tony being the one to walk right after you-.

“Hey! Knew you would make it!” Chris (Evans) cheered as soon as you entered warm room. Everyone got up to engulf him in a hug, Elizabeth doing it quite hesitantly as she had seen the look on your face. While you frowned, setting the bottles on the small circular wooden table, you were dragged by Sebastian in the corner and you knew you were about to get the answer.   

“Why did no one tell me?” you ask, frown getting slight when he answered with, “Even Tommy didn’t know” and had you leave him standing there.  

Grabbing a bottle you poured it equally half in two glasses and handed one Tom (Holland) and sat behind Harry because the motherfucker is sitting in your seat.

Spoilers. They didn’t tell you because you both are always spilling spoilers and this one was too precious to just babble out.    

“Our turn now” Tom mumbled in your ear, also getting the same look from everyone that you were getting. “Right” you confirm and chug down the juice.

-

“Harry can you move to that chair please?” you ask him to move on Chris’ seat as soon as he left to get some water. “Sure” he said and moved. Good, you think and quickly stick the gum on the seat when no one was watching  

“You can have my seat Evans” you tell Chris as he huffs after finding no space to sit.

Not registering why you’re being so nice, he thanked you and sat down too comfortably -not knowing you had stuck a chewing gum-.

Tom (Holland) did the same with Anthony and Sebastian while you added Tony to your list. You both grinned at each other as if saying  ‘All done’ and straightened up when Harry stood up and shook hands with others. 

Not everyone was here but you both were sure as fuck that they also knew. 

Smiling and hugging Harry -both you and Holland- as you two hadn’t when he came, the two of you turn around to flip off the others who are struggling to get up. 

“Oh, Harry will either regret joining or join them.” Anthony muttered, earning a line of ‘hmms’ from others. 

[neon-pink-leitner]

Ask Game: A, B, E, K, L, N, O, P, R, V, Z.

Anon, send me "Z" in its own ask. I got a plan for that one and I've already written enough here. This needs its own post.

A - Ships that you currently like a lot.

V/Johnny is probably one of my main ships right now. Same with Johnny/Kerry but one that I love and don't talk about much is Cletus Kasady/Carnage Symbiote.

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

V and Takamura, at first, I just did not get it at all and while its not a main ship for me, I see why ya'll ship them.

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

Oh god. Okay so ummm...I wrote a crack fic that ships Thanos from the MCU with Knull the God of Symbiotes. Its fucking great, its terrible, I want to burn it, I should frame it, you can read it here

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

I got two here. First being Johnny Silverhand. We get glimpses of his past self being a total fucking asshole and we know from others that he wasn't always a good person but we get to watch this slow change with V's help as he grows into a person that you could sit in the same room with. At the end even willing to give his life for V's which I feel like is something that past Johnny would not have done at all. My second one would be Eddie Brock. He went from being one of Mavel's top villains with a grudge to kill Spider-Man to somewhat healing his wounds and ends up, no joke, not kidding, being a fucking God who wants to save the world from Knull. Its really stunning to see.

L- Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your fave

I'm very middle of the road with River Ward. His personality is a little, I don't know, I can't really find the word. But his quest? One of the most interesting in gaming and I said it once and I'll say it again, DO NOT run his quest at the farm if you are not sober, you won't have a good time. Also Mickey Jones from Doctor Who didn't deserve to be led on so much by Rose. He might have been a bit annoying, but The Doctor and Rose didn't treat him like they should have

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)

Really the only thing I wish that was a different is I feel like fic writers don't get the credit we deserve. I understand why visual art gets the attention it does and it should! Drawing of any type if hard as fuck! I don't see this as much in the Cyberpunk fandom because everyone is really happy to get any type of content but I saw this in the Marvel fandom where most often drawings would get praised way more than fics. Honestly on that topic, the Cyberpunk fandom is one of the chilliest fandoms I've ever been in. If I had to pick a second one I'd say I wish people would post more about their OCs!(I say this while pointing at a mirror) I love love seeing ya'lls lil guys! I always wanna see more!(Again, still pointing at the mirror)

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

Oof, okay, here we go, loading up my liked songs on Spotify and hitting random. Here were go

Sparks Fly • Taylor Swift (spotify.com)

Had to think of this one but I feel Kerry and V would fit this. I've read alot of MaleV/Kerry stuff where they are both hopeless romantic mushy types and this just feels like something they would dance to in the living room when it was just them. Judy/V also popped into my head but I'm not sure why.

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom

AU in which Johnny is a devil hunter in Devil May Cry. He's got the vibe for it, the gun, and the guitar. In fact he's modded his guitar in such a way that he can use it as a weapon (think Nevan from Devil May Cry). I could see Samurai being both a rock band and a band of devil hunters as well. Not sure where V could fit in. Maybe they got, I dunno, bit by a demon and know they got fucked up powers?

R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?

We really don't get to see enough of V and Misty and that's a damn shame. I would have loved maybe a little side quest thing with the two of them, more so than just Jackie's funeral. I also love Jackie's and V's friendship. I know some people ship them but I just see them as friends. Its really driven home that you can't trust anyone in Night City and here's Jackie willing to take V under his wing after they lost everything. A real choom, good guy, truly.

V - Which character do you relate to most?

In Cyberpunk 2077? Despite her not being one of faves, Judy. Much like her I also a friend to suicide. It was that quest that prevented me from playing the game for two years because I didn't know how I would handle it. Only to find that when I played, and V comforts Judy, It felt like comforting myself. I understood her feelings of loss and guilt. Its a type of feeling you only get when someone close to you takes their own life and its hard to put into words. Recently my grandparents sold my childhood home, my forest and my safeplace. Seeing Judy explore the flooded remains of her childhood home made me cry after this. I understand now. The longing for a place you'll never go back to and even if you do, it won't be the same. The feeling of watching memories play out before your eyes. Its not something you really get over and it changes you.

[zi-i-think]

Hey everyone! I’m so sad to say that my chapter isn’t even close to done. I’ve been swamped with homework, studying, etc. Maybe enjoy this chapter of an old Mavel fanfic that I started but never continued. After Her Sun His Moon I might pick the idea back up, but only time will tell. Love you all lots! And hang loose, amigos 🤙🏼

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Cleo (OC)

Rating: M

Word count: 2200+

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       Boom!

       "I'm too young to die!"

       Bang!

       "What did I do to deserve this?... don't answer that."

       Bang! Bang! Bang!

       "Cleo, shut up and keep shooting!"

       "We're running out of ammo and there's no way we can get past all those guys!"

       There's nothing worse than getting shot at, by the people you once called family and shooting back at them with an odd band of people who tried to arrest you not too long ago. Might as well crawl back to the pits of hell and play poker with satan.

       "Damn it!" I grumble. I then proceed to throw my machine gun on the floor and slide further down the cover of the flipped taxi. "Out of bullets," I tell my partner who stands to my left and shooting from a gun of his own. I feel bad for the guy. No one forced us to be partners, let alone be willing to die for one another. Just a couple of months ago we hated each other's guts. Yet here we are. Firing bullets like rain falls from the sky in order to not let the other get shot.

       He furrows his eyebrow with a confused look, kneeling closer to me. "We're gonna get out of this, Cleo. I promise you." He assures me.

       I give him a sad smile as I place my hand behind his neck before pulling him down to kiss him. I don't know when or if I'd even see this man ever again. But, I really hope I do. It was a hungry and passionate kiss, but too short, even shorter than those damn hobbits. I pull away but he keeps his face no more than an inch from mine. "I love you."

       I don't give him a chance to react to the very sudden and magical words before slipping out of his grasp and emerge from behind the taxi. I create my triangular forcefield to prevent the bullets, not fast enough, though, since one skimmed my arm. I don't even realize it due to the adrenaline but-

       Too far into the story, my bad. In order for you to really know what all this is about, we need to start from the beginning of the weirdest time in my life. It started at McDonald's, actually.

       "Order for John Mulaney." The soulless employee announces in monotone. The name makes one head turn in the empty area, only for them to sigh in disappointment when John Mulaney did not come to this McDonald's. It was just me. A shit-hole of a person, having a normal night of eating fries and nuggets after an assassination job.

       I wanted the Happy Meal, but they refused to let me order that because I'm "too old". I'm not a motherfucking senior citizen like that Captain America, who looks good enough to, in fact, fuck the mothers of America.

       "Ugh." I gag, spitting my half-chewed nugget back into the box. Jesus, what do they put in this? Semen? I reach for my Frappuccino, the caramel one, of course, and take a sip in order to get rid of the not-even-close-to-chicken taste out of my mouth. And while setting the drink back on the table, the napkin that I used before now has black writing on it.

       I look around the barren restaurant, looking for a suspicious person. Only, I'm the only person here, other than a group of drunk college girls in the corner. It's only 11 pm, what are they doing back from whatever party they went to? That's pathetic. Looking back at the napkin, I pick it up to read it better.

(718)-334-7876

11:20 pm sharp.

       Probably someone looking to hire. But, why contact me with a napkin. A pigeon would be more practical. Alas, it's on a napkin. I've had people contact me discretely in many ways. A brick, calling through a phone, letters, notes on my motorcycle, but never on a napkin. I also don't understand why this person couldn't just come up and talk to me. The place is empty after all... Like my soul.

       My left-hand digs into my back pocket for my phone. Setting my hand lazily of the table with the phone resting in it, it lights up to read 11:18 over my black lock-screen with the words "Fuck off" in bold, white letters in the middle. He did say 11:20 sharp. Should I wait the extra two minutes? No, I'm too impatient and also don't give any fucks.

       My fingers dial the number as written and press the call button. Tapping my fingers on the table rhythmically as the phone rings. I hope it's a politician job. Better yet, one who doesn't believe in climate change! Putting a bullet through one of their thick heads can be fun and stress-relieving.

       "You called too early." A raspy and familiar voice on the other side appears.

       "It's 11:20 somewhere in the world." I quip, plopping a fry in my mouth. "Now, what's the point of this call, Frank?"

       "My name isn't Frank." He gruffs.

       "Luke?" I guess again.

       "Cl-"

       "I know what your name is." I interrupt him, leaning back in my chair with a cocky smirk. "It's Gandalf, right?"

       The other line is silent while I lightly snicker to myself. I know I can be a little... much. But what's a little pestering, right? I was never that good at socializing, though. I have what you call "people-problems". Simply put, I don't like people too much and they don't like me in return. Which is why I make such a great business partner.

       "Cleo, we have a job for you." Right we're back to that.

       "How was your brief vacation, Frank?" Silence. Again. The fact that I am still alive despite getting everyone to hate me is astonishing. Really, I have made so many enemies just by talking. Whether it be by calling them a nasty word or confusing their gender, I can always offend someone. Even with the simplicity of calling this man Frank.

       "Can you be professional for once?" He lets out a breathy plead. "It wouldn't kill ya."

       "No, it wouldn't kill me." I sigh in agreement. "but it does take the joy out of things, such as killing others. Which is why you called."

       "Come to the house and you'll be given all the information."

       "Woah Woah Woah Woah." I raise my eyebrows as I interrupt my little acquaintance for this millionth time during this one phone call. "Woah. You think I'm actually going to take this job?"

       "Come on, Cleo." I roll my eyes already as I reach for my frappuccino for another long sip. "It's been over a year now and-"

       "Ahhh." I hiss, my left hand find their way for my forehead and shut my eyes up tightly. This pain. One of the worst a person can get, no later how trained and pain tolerant I get, I can always feel this pain.

       "Cleo?" Not-Frank's raspy voice is sounded through the phone. "Cleo, are you alright?" Worry? Coming from not-Frank? The last time that's been a thing was a couple of years ago when I almost threw him off a building. If your wondering about that, well long story short, there was a lot of suspicion between the families and not-Frank got caught in the middle of a lot of things.

       "Yep," I grunt, finally removing my hands from my forehead. "Damn. Been shot multiple times and a brain-freeze will always be one of the worst pain I will ever experience. Now, what were we discussing? Oh right. The fact that I am 100 percent done with you guys."

       "You know, you're lucky to be alive. The Boss never lets anyone leave and you were somehow able to waltz right out the door. Tell me, Cleo. How did you really get out." His voice was beginning to sound like a snake. It was low and airy, just the right amount of that lovely threatening tone that people get so scared of.

       "Well I didn't really 'waltz' out of the door, I'm not much of a dancer. It was more of a strut, really."

       "Dio mio." He mutters under his breath. I presume he is also burying his face in his hand at the moment.

       "You don't believe in God, Frank." I playfully scold him. "Oh, while I have you on the phone I need to ask you something. So, if you ran a night club and you were about to be assassinated by a quite gorgeous female. Would you prefer to be killed with a jagged or smooth knife?"

       "Cleo–"

       "Cause the smooth ones are a bit faster, but for some reason, they spray more blood and I was planning on wearing a new coat I bought. And the–"

       "Just shut up and listen to me!" He snapped, the sound of his fist banging on the table clear, even through the phone. My mouth still hangs open as a sort of offended look becomes present on my face. Most people know better than to raise their voice at me since I've been known to be a little violent to those who disrespect me. Though, this instance was different because of one: if you haven't noticed, not-Frank and I aren't even in the same room. And two: I know that the boss is probably waiting for not-Frank to return to his office and let him know that I'll be one my way. And when the boss requests you to do something, there's a lot of pressure to get it done fast.

       Both sides of the phone are dead silent as I wait for the man to start talking again. Maybe ten seconds after the outburst, I hear a low murmur from not-Frank. "So she can be quiet." I bite down on my tongue, hard, to stop myself from making a snarky comment. "Don Caruso is hoping that you can come over to the house."

       I scoff. Just when I thought I was out, they pulled me back in. Don't get me wrong. I want to say no. After all, when I left, I was hoping to leave behind the whole mafia sha-bang, too. But I know a few things. Like the fact that I will be getting paid pretty nicely for this. And also the fact that business has been a bit slow lately and being able to tell clients that the New York crime boss practically begged to hire me will boost my independent business.

       "Give me a couple of hours to get there," I tell him. "And make sure that statue in the front yard is covered up with a sheet or something. The horse's eyes freak me out." Hanging up the phone, my jewelry barren hand grabs the yellow tray with all the greasy food as I stand and throw it all away in the trash.

       I take a couple of steps out the door and stop. My senses heighten and my head turns to look to my left. The light from inside the restaurant is what allows me to get a somewhat good look at the homeless man walking on the sidewalk with a slight limb from his left leg. The man's dark beard is disheveled and I can only assume that his hair is pulled back but with the gray hood over I'm not completely sure. Something about him felt off. And when you're in my kind of business, you learn that your intuitions are usually right.

       The man wears old blue jeans, a grey hoodie with another red jacket over it, and black tennis shoes, which isn't out of the ordinary when it comes to homeless people. What is out of the ordinary is that his nails are pretty clean and his clothes, while they were old, were in the okay condition. Meaning there aren't any holes, rips, dirt or stains. It was like it was just bought at a thrift store.

       I begin walking with purpose in his direction, pretending not to notice him until I bump into him roughly. He loses his balance and falls on his knees as I turn in 'shock.' "Oh my goodness," I gasp. "I am so sorry." I reach down, my right-hand grabs his right arm as I help him off the ground. Discretely while doing this, I slide his sleeve up, getting a glimpse of a high tech watch. "You know, impersonating the homeless is really disrespectful."

       Not a second after that sentence falls from my lips, a gun is pulled out from the man's hoodie and he points it straight at me. Where from his hoodie? I don't fucking know. What I do know is that I was tracked by none other than the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division.

       S.H.I.E.L.D.

       I was tracked by S.H.I.E.L.D.

[marvhael]

VERSE SPECIFIC STARTER CALL: V12. WALKING DEAD.

ARC ONE: SOLO. prom night is supposed to be great, and for mavel it mostly was. he went with glimmer, they won king and queen, everything was great. until it wasn't. prom was interrupted by zombies, the dead coming in and tearing things apart. the pair barely manage to get away, but the fightings far from over. dressed in his suit and tie, marvel has to try to keep himself and glimmer alive while still in their fancy formal wear. this arc covers marvel being alone. still in his prom attire, he's just trying to survive. may still be with glimmer, may be alone, dependent entirely on the thread. faceclaim is daniel sharman. age: 17.

ARC TWO: RICKS GROUP. follows the first arc. marvel and glimmer get separated and in an attempt to find her again marvel ends up breaking his arm. officers from grady find him and he ends up in grady memorial, befriends beth and leaves with rick's group after beth's death, arm still in a sling as it's still healing. faceclaim is daniel sharman. age: 17-19.

ARC THREE: SAVIOR. follows the first arc. marvel and glimmer get separated and marvel ends up with the saviors. he's vicious and ruthless, but also good with people. charismatic, young and coming across as somewhat innocent, the boy manages to trick people just as well as he beats them up. faceclaim is daniel sharman. age: 17-19.

[goddessofroyalty]

Fandom: Mavel, Venom

Pairing: Symbrock

Hey look another in my “Peter is Eddie and Venoms kid” verse. This one based on this idea: When Venom warms up to Peter.

Yes Eddie’s sister is who you think she is (it’s my ‘verse I can adjust whose related to who should I need). Yes I’m aware it’s a bit of a cliché I never said this verse wouldn’t have cliché moments.

They know they shouldn’t leave Peter home alone. But it’s not like they have much choice. Venom needs to move and hunt through the city and Anne already does way too much for them without them asking her to babysit every other night. Eddie’s sister would probably be happy to watch Peter but she lives back in New York so isn’t really a viable option.

So they leave after Peter goes to sleep for the night and Venom returns back as quickly as possible. Normally returns home to Peter still sound asleep.

Tonight though two eyes watch as Venom’s form slips back through the window into the apartment. Peter’s arms reach towards his parents from the crib.

“What are you doing up?” Venom asks, walking over to the crib. Eddie expects the symbiote to melt off him so he can tend to their son. The boy’s needs still so foreign to his alien parent.

Venom doesn’t give Eddie control. Instead grinning down at Peter as the baby babbles a response. Venom reaches down and envelops Peter’s body in his form, pulling the baby up against his chest.

“Tell us what you want,” Venom coos to Peter. Eddie trying to sink back his own influence in the situation – let Venom and Peter have this moment.

Peter’s hand press against the symbiote’s form. Laughing when tendrils spread between his hands and parent’s chest when he pulls them away.

Eddie isn’t sure if the love he feels at the sight is his or Venom’s. Probably both.

“I have something to show you,” Venom says. He creates a kind of sling to hold Peter against his chest as he moves back to the window he just came in from. Climbs up and out it with Peter.

Venom what are you doing!? Eddie demands as they start to swing and climb their way through the city with Peter attached to them.

Calm love, Venom tells him. I won’t take him anywhere dangerous. Just want to show him something.

Eddie doesn’t fully calm but he trusts Venom to keep their son safe. He still doesn’t like the idea of their son so far above ground though.

It’s as Venom starts climbing up the radio-pole that Eddie realises where they were going.

“Here,” Venom says, the sling made of him being moved so he can show Peter the view. “This is where I decided to side with humanity. Look at it little one – look at the beauty of the place. It is because of this view you are here.”

Peter doesn’t seem terribly impressed with the view. Still more interested in the texture of his symbiote-parent’s skin.

Eddie understands the weight behind the words though. And sends his affection towards Venom. Affection that is easily returned by Venom’s own.

Venom brings Peter back to his chest after that. Turns one of his hands into tendrils for the baby to gleefully play with. “This world is precious to us now – but you are even more precious. You are our child and we are your parent.”

Peter grins up and starts reaching towards their face as if he wants it closer.

“You are a good chid,” Venom says and Eddie remembers how much Venom had struggled with an almost completely-human baby at first. Still struggles with it. “Good like Eddie. Good like this world. We will protect you all.”

Peter is apparently still plenty tired because he’s lulled to sleep with the words and light rocking Venom had joined them with. A fact Eddie feels Venom’s small wave of pride with. Pride that is deserved. Peter had been a surprise despite them both knowing they were expecting. And while Venom had struggled with the mostly-human aspect of their baby he did his best. And Eddie couldn’t help but love how close Venom and Peter were getting.

[imagineaworlds]

Parker and Stark, Environmentalist In Crime -- Peter Parker

Written By: @vick-writes

Request: “Could I request a fic where like Tony Stark has a daughter and they are like an environmentalist. So they are like vegan does the water bottle and cash them in and gives the money to charity. But she does all of this with tony. So then when Peter comes along and she starts doing all of this with Peter and they start dating secretly. And she’s all like, “I like you a lot spiderling.” And he’s like, “Spider-Man” and they kiss and Tony is like WTF and they have to explain and it ends up fluffy plz?”

Warnings: Swearing

Pairing: Peter x Reader,Tony Stark x Reader (platonic)

Word Count: 909

“Dad! Let’s go! The bottles are overflowing.” You said, clapping your hands rushing your father. Tony Stark. The rich, billionaire, or mostly known as Iron-Man to others. A hero. An Avenger. The Avenger who spent every Saturday, every two months with his daughter in Queens cashing in plastic water bottles. So each and every time you would give it to charity. AIDS, Autism, anything. Made you feel better about yourself.

“Dad! Dad! Hurry up! I’ve been waiting for 40 minutes. You're acting like it takes 7 hours to put on a couple layers of sweaters and a jacket on. Just hurry up. It's getting colder outside the longer we stay in here.”

“Hush yourself Y?N Stark. I’m coming.” your father rushed down the stairs. And you both walked into the elevator, taking the “normal car.” It's not like you can go in the Quinjet, or a limo. That’d kind of embarrassing. You don't really need anyone knowing you were Y/N Stark.

Finally you made it there. It only took forever after your father took a million years to get ready. All you need is a couple sweaters and scarves. To shield you from the cold weather and all the assassins out there. Yes, a cheap idea but it was quick, easy. We were only cashing in bottles.

“Ok Dad you do cans, I do bottles..” You grinned. High fiving your father doing your quick secret handshake not even your mom knew.

You waited behind the young boy with a red hat on. And a hoodie with a large coat on. He kept pushing the bottles quickly. At least $6 he had. “Sorry.” He mumbled quietly to you.

“No it’s fine. Don’t worry, I’ve got a lot more it’s fine.” You seat your hand symbolizing it was fine. He smiled a bright smile. This boy was kinda pretty. If you think about it.  

“Shut the fuck up, Y?N Stark.” you said to yourself quietly.

“You’re all free now. Good luck.” he said. Smiling that gorgeous smile once again.

“Thanks.” He’s walking away here’s your chance Stark.”Um, you want to help me. I’ve got quite a lot.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll help.”

“Great. Um what’s your name?” You asked. Who was the mysterious beautiful bottle boy?

“Peter Parker.” You choke on air. There is NO way you are with “The Incredible Spiderling” as dad called him. “You ok?” you nodded. It’s ok. It’s perfectly ok to date an Avenger, that your father would definitely disapprove of. Rebel against him a little. “And your name?” he asked

“Y\N. Y/N Stark” you said plain in simple. It isn’t a big deal. You were just Tony Stark’s daughter. It’s not like it defined you.

“Like Tony Stark?” You nodded, putting some bottles in the whirring machines.

“So you know about?...” you giggled nodding.

“We can still be friends though.” you said.

“We aren’t friends, already?” he gasped putting his hand to his chest pretending to be hurt. You chuckled. And put in the last bottle and pulled out the receipt.i

“See you later Spiderling.” you grinned.

“Spider-Man.” he mumbled under his breath as you walked away. “Hey wait! Y/N! Can I have your number?”

You didn’t even turn around. “Did it already!” He grinned at his phone.

   You had gotten home, opening your phone. At least 4 text from: spiderboy

spiderboy:hey y/n

spiderboy: sorry if im bothering you

spiderboy: will mr stark kill me if we were friends?????

spiderboy: i dont want to die

        You chuckled the fear your father had put in Peter was hilarious.

y/n: relax u rnt gonna die. You may get beat up. But nooo dying not allowed

spiderboy:that helps a lot with anxiety.

y/n: dont worry i wont let him kill u

spiderboy: and the rest of the avengers?

y/n: good thing we have a private bunker perfect place to hide a dead body

spiderboy: Y/N!

You chucked to yourself.

It had been about 4 months. You and Pete talked a lot. You guys were super close. Thick and thin. Partners in crime. Parker and Stark Environmentalists in Crime right? And then there was one day when he was over at your house, and you told Dad you guys were working on a project and then Pete did it. He kissed you on your fucking lips! Who knew the spiderling has it in him? And so you kissed back. It was like your heart was beating out of your chest. And you kissed him back. And then you started dating. He was your BEST boyfriend. Your only boyfriend, really.

He came over today and it was nice. And you talked and like always he made you laugh. Laugh so much your stomach hurt. And you started kissing. Innocently.

So then your dad walks into the room. “Y/N Stark! Spider boy! Are you kissing my daughter! Someone needs to explain right now!” You jumped at the yelling. You were in deep shit.

“Dad relax! Me and Peter are just dating. You know, like teenagers do.”

“Dating!” All this man could do was overreact or be dramatic

“I’ll never hurt her Mr.Stark! I promise. I’ll always protect her. I swear.” Peter looked at Dad with those ravishing brown eyes. He was telling the truth.

“Fine, fine we’ll talk later Y/N Stark.”

You really got it easy, at least there was always that underground bunker.

mavel family: @unicorn-princess-1999 @esoltis280 @edmunds-torch @smolbeanholland @janetthegiantt @sardonicxhumor @roschele @flewe @madhatterweasley @fallen-imagine-angel @peggy1999 @blu3-wine @ghoulbf @thatravenclaw

[omniishambles]

AMBROSINE @levixthxn-thegirl continued from x

His calculated and placid movements gave the daemonic prince chills, swallowing hard as she began to twist and fidget with the rings that decorated her petite and torn fingers.

“I am nothing like anything on my planet. And I don’t need to be here, cooped up like some fragile relic not even worth to be marveled at, I need to be there! I need to be home…”, Ambrosine choked up, slumping down, burying her face in her hands.

Out of the darkness of the Elder’s carven of vast rarities and oddities, a towering man with a foul and twisted aura slinked into the light, his blood-shot royal purple eyes boring a look that could only be possessed that the most malicious of sorts. He approached the defeated Ambrosine from behind, one hand firming taking hold of her shoulder while bringing her close into his chest. One could mistake his actions as caring, or be protecting of the young woman, but oh no. He was simply showing his possessiveness towards her, his unbreakable hold on her very being. Even though this ‘collector’ paid money to cage her, it was the demon who had true ownership over Ambrosine, and no one else could ever have that.

“Don’t cry. Princes don’t cry. Rulers of hellish legions do not weep at the face defeat especially when their captor looks like a pompous parrot.”, Leviathan spoke in his infernal tongue, just to spite Tivan.

Taneleer’s gaze slipped sideways, catching the movement of a dark entity in his peripheral vision. He watched in avid fascination as the thing moved with purpose towards Ambrosine, observe as it clutched her to him, a clear mark of possession.

Ahh, he could understand that, better than anybody else.

For a moment the Elder said nothing, his eyes alight with intrigue as the creature spoke. Unknown languages were a delight, the sheer discovery of it, of breaking them down and uncovering secrets long lost to be displayed in his museum and his alone...

Taneleer clapped his gloved hands together, enraptured by the strange and stunning acquisition before him. What a pair they made!

‘‘Ohhhh, my dear, dear girl...but you will be mavelled at, I assure you. Terra doesn’t deserve such a wonder as you and this...companion.’’

[hiddenpsd]

Tag Game!

I was tagged by the amazing @bendy-cumberbatch, so I’ll tell you a bit about myself.

Nickname:

Sam / Sammy

Zodiac:

Taurus

Height:

5’4 / 5’5”

Time:

7:58pm

Favorite Band / Artist:

Imagine Dragons, although I don’t really keep up with any one band; I just like certain songs.

Song Stuck in my Head:

I Feel like I’m Drowning by Two Feet.

Last Thing I Googled:

Indian Fry Bread (yum).

Other Blogs:

No :(

Do I get asks:

No, but I’d really like some :)

Following:

200+ blogs, mostly mavel, supernatural, art, or design related.

Why did I Chose this Username:

I’m a hardcore Tony Stark fan and I’m garbage, so I assumed I’d be the equivalent of his spare parts.

Average Amount of Sleep:

6-8 hours usually.

Lucky Number:

7

What am I Wearing:

A T-shirt of an otter riding a mother bike accompanied by a loose green pair of sweat pants.

Dream Job:

Artist or Psychologist. Part of me wants to be an actor, but I know I’m not really cut out for it.

Dream Trip:

London; always wanted to travel there. I’ve been practically everywhere else except the UK.

Favorite Food:

French Onion Soup.

Play any Instruments:

I used to play Piano, Guitar, Uke, and the Violin, but I lost interest in instruments when I stopped singing, thus ending my short lived music career.

Eye Color:

Brown / Almond.

Hair Color:

Hazelnut / Light Brown.

Describe Yourself as Aesthetic Things:

Coffee shops, old paintings, worn books, and oversized clothes.

Languages I Speak:

English, and little Italian, Arabic, and French.

Random Fact:

Cats are my favorite animal, and I specifically love Sphinx cats even though many people dislike them for their appearance.

Time to Tag!

I don’t know any certain someone to tag, so I just tag everyone to do this little form fill out because I’d love to know more about you! Maybe tag me so I can see it too, alright! Have fun!

:D

[impossible-rat-babies]

Some Darva parents headcanon stuff: --They were only nineteen when Darva was born, so Ahgie was only 33 when he died. Consequently, Mavel was 49 when she died when the clan was attacked. --But, Ahgie was already dying when he was killed by the Orlesian hunters. He was stricken with a wasting disease that is akin to cancer. His own healing magic and the Keeper were preventing the steep decline of the disease when it manifested, but he couldn't prevent it entirely. He had only a few months left when he was killed. --Everyone else but the children--Darva included--knew about his condition. He would've been told, but after his death Mavel thought it best to keep the knowledge from Darva. She wasn't in the right place to tell him and he was already grieving the loss of his father and wouldn't have done well with the news of his eventual death had he survived. --Due to the rift that grew between the pair, Darva never learned of his father's disease. Not until a further inspection of what happened in Wycome found many journals from the Keeper and other members of the clan. One journal amongst them was his mother's journal that included information about his father's disease. --He has very mixed feelings about the information: anger, fear, disgust, mistrust, grief, etc. --Mainly he feels fears about the disease being hereditary, anger about his mother keep it a secret, and almost grieving his father's death again on top of the deaths of the whole clan. It's a very turbulent time for him. --Dorian is told about it first and he immediately jumps into researching the disease. Vivienne helps with the Circles extensive library on healing magic and medical conditions. Josephine requests several books from the University of Orlais. The whole Circle is eventually told about the condition and the possibility that Darva could have it. --It isn't until he's fifty two that the symptoms start to show and he knows. He knows he has less than a year until he dies as a result of the complications. Dorian probably knew before he did. He knew the signs better than he did. --Darva contacts many of their companions with the information and they all visit over the course of his decline. Sera spends almost the whole time with them. Cassandra spends several months with them as well. Blackwall even manages an appearance despite him having become very difficult to track down. Even with how busy Cullen would end up, he spent two weeks with them. The Chantry nearly falls apart on itself in the months that Leliana is gone. She would joke with Darva that he would need to get better so they could put the Chantry back together again. --He dies just over a year after he first noticed the symptoms. A grand ceremony is held in Val Royeaux at the Grand Cathedral where Leliana makes the address. He is buried in traditional Dalish custom in the Exalted Plains. (The area is later named Dirthavaren after Darva's death.) A plaque with information about the Inquisitor is made in bronze and place on a slab of marble at the base of the tree. For years the area is covered in cut flowers and other trinkets. As a result, the area underneath and around the tree blooms every year with vibrant flowers of almost every variety.

[cliticalthinker-blog]

Will Harley Quinn’s Bisexuality Make It To Suicide Squad? (And Why It’s So Important)

Harley Quinn is having quite the supervillain’s year: though the movie’s not due out for another two months, Suicide Squad has already become one of this summer’s most hyped, Its first trailer already boasting 50 million views, and Warner Bros. has even confirmed that a Harley Quinn spinoff is in development.

Any time more Harley Quinn is involved, it’s great news for anyone who likes good superhero/villain movies, but possibly even better for queer women everywhere. It’s well-established in the DC Comics canon that Batman’s nemesis is bisexual, hooking up with Deadshot, the Joker (albeit in a sordidly abusive relationship), and Poison Ivy at various points in her arc. This latter relationship came as a relief to someone who found her way into graphic novels and then comics by way of Alison Bechdel, and then did not stop her very queer longing for characters like her.

As for Margot Robbie’s portrayal though, no one is sure yet as to how queer Quinn will allowed to be. Critics have speculated, (hoped), but such dreams were pretty much ruined when Will Smith, who plays Deadshot, told Empire magazine, “Harley’s the biggest troublemaker, but Deadshot’s kinda eyeing her a bit. There’s a pretty ragged romantic angle there.” We might move on from the worrisome idea of a love triangle involving the Joker, under likely naive presumption that Quinn’s history with abuse will be handled with nuance. I’d like to imagine a world where, say, she feels conflicted about her residual feelings with someone who hurt and manipulated her — which would be extremely valid and real.

But as to the threesome’s gender makeup, things definitely aren’t looking so good. Admittedly, composing the love triangle with Deadpool and Poison Ivy or the Joker and Poison Ivy would have its own issues. The former involves the messiness of appearing to “choose” a sexuality by picking a gender, (for further examples, see the first season of Orange Is The New Black). But the latter could also look like an invalidation of her relationship with Poison Ivy, characterizing it as simply a reaction to abuse (to be clear, still a legitimate response) and not legitimate attraction. An all-female love triangle is an option, but to my knowledge, there’s no precedent for it in the comics.

All of that being said, however, the impending bi-erasure is so important to take note of, not just because we’re talking about bury your gays, and not even just because straight-washing is everywhere. But comics in particular have a poor history of actually acknowledging a character’s queerness in book-to-screen transitions. Some cases like the openly gayGreen Lantern and bisexual Catwoman and Selina have an excuse, in which the characters weren’t formerly out until after their movies. For others, canons can be messy when franchises switch writers and/or span decades, as in the case of X Men, which features quite a few queer or queer-coded characters.

In the ’80s, publisher Jim Shooter told Chris Claremont he could not depict gay characters, but Claremont slipped in two lesbian couples anyway. At one point, Shadow King calls Destiny (aka Irene Adler) Mystique’s leman, from a Middle English word referring to a (female) lover. Storm’s relationship with Yukio is less explicit, but heavily coded — at one point, Storm is offered her “heart’s desire,” to run away from her responsibilities and shack up with Yukio and Tokyo. Even the modern Storm had a queer panel or two at a recent Axis event. Still, 20th Century Fox has not picked any of this up for the Halle Berry/Alexandra Shipp version of Storm, or the Rebecca Romijin/Morgan Lily/Jennifer Lawrence version of Mystique. If Psylockeever makes it in either, I doubt her relationship with Northstar would make the final cut either.

Again, some of these characters are hard to affirmatively claim as queer, because their creators haven’t said otherwise. Wonder Woman, for example, literally comes from an island of women, has a huge gay fanbase, officiated a gay wedding, and her new writers aren’t opposed to “delve into the Sapphic side of the Amazons.” Andrew Garfield made an off-the-cuff suggestion for a bisexual Spiderman, but there’s no precedent for it yet. The #GiveCaptainAmericaABoyfriend campaignpointed out gay subtext between Captain America and Bucky Barnes. And Hercules, in both the original Greek legend and Marvel comics, has gay coding, but Mavel’s Editor-In-Chief Axel Alonso has confirmed that the demigod can only be queer in another universe, “similar to how Colossus was gay in the Ultimate Universe, but is straight in the 616.”

But with quite a few franchises, the decision to straighten up a character has been clear. In Scott Pilgrim vs. The World, Ramona Flowers’ ex Roxie appears in both the comic and movie versions, but is described as just a phase. In the movie, this awful exchange actually happens:

SCOTT: You know her?

RAMONA: It was just a phase.

SCOTT: You had a sexy phase?

RAMONA: I was just a litte bi-curious.

ROXY: I’m just a little bi-furious!

DC’S bisexual detective antihero, John Constantine, was picked up some time ago by NBC for a series, but execs decided to place him with a female love interest. Just a few months ago, the otherwise fantastic Deadpool movie, which Tim Miller and Ryan Reynolds promised would openly acknowledge the character’s pansexuality, faced a similar fate, with only a few passing pansexual references and a peck on a man’s cheek. (His portrayal in the comics, though, is great.)

To be fair, there are other issues when acknowledging a certain character’s bisexuality in screen adaptations. Unlike comics which can spread out a long arc over many years, directors have to squeeze a finite storyline into an hour or two, which doesn’t leave a lot of time for many love interests, particularly if one relationship is already working quite well, or the movie does not become a franchise. If a character has many relationships or flings in a movie, it could perpetuate the slutty bisexual trope, or seem to further serve the characterization of a hero as erratic (those like Harley Quinn or Deadpool risk this). Even worse, with most of these movies being made from the straight white male gaze, any pairings involving queer women will likely appear to be fanservice for like-minded men. Especially since the actresses playing them are usually straight themselves (perhaps Harley Quinn could call on Enchantress, who will be played by Cara Delevigne). And with the exception of Storm, every possibly queer character mentioned here is played by a white actor.

So while the explosion of superhero movies over the past decade or so does not seem to be concluding any time soon, it seems we’ll have to wait a little longer for them to be openly queer on the big screen.

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see.. this is why i stick to one-shots.

i’ve had so many multi-chapter fic ideas pop into my head and i’ll get 3-4 chapters into one story, and then i’ll get bored and start writing another story.

i kid you not, i have about 8 chapters written + numerous polyvore sets for a twilight fic (DON’T JUDGE ME) with the main pairing being paul/oc. i really wanted to have the focus be on the shifters instead of bella/cullens.

there was another fic that i had about 5 chapters finished, a marvel/walking dead where daryl found wanda + clint’s kids and he kind of took her under his wing.

then don’t forget about the fangirl falling into the teen wolf ‘verse that i had about 3 chapters written for that. i just really wanted a girl for scott. lol. both his interests either died/forced to leave, so yeah. i wanted him happy.

there was another mavel/walking dead fic i started, this one being a daryl/oc fic. at least i think that’s the direction i was going to take it where daryl finds an SHIELD agent being captive/brainwashed and he saves her only to have rick put her with daryl while she uncovers who she is while fighting off negan and hoping she’s got superhero friends out there somewhere. *hint hint* she does. the agent was going to be natasha’s little protege who she never gave up looking for even after the world went to shit.

and then last but not least, there’s this current fic i can’t get out of my head at the moment. unfortunately, it’s a twilight/tvd/originals story. for some reason, i can’t get bella/klaus out of my head XD at first i thought i was going to pair her with damon, but then i realized i just wanted her to be good friends with the salvabros and with an original. nik popped into my head for some reason AND IT WON’T LEAVE ME ALONE!

I NEED HELP. WHY IS THIS LAST IDEA THE ONE THAT’S LINGERING?!