#mcu legal stuff

[legalandnotease]

No, The Sokovia Accords could not "just be changed"

We need to talk about this.

Tony Stark fans are very keen on repeating the claim Tony made in Captain America: Civil War that the Avengers could simply sign the Accords and then get them changed to make them more acceptable at a later point.

Play ball now, negotiate later.

Sounds reasonable right?

Except from a legal perspective this is patent nonsense.

Anybody who has ever had to sign a contract or legal document, or indeed any lawyer could tell you that you it is next to impossible to make changes after the fact. i.e after signing.

You read the contract and you make changes before signing: otherwise that's it. Once you sign you are obligated to abide by the terms of the contract in every point.

Now, there are certain very limited circumstances where you can change a contract after signing, but these are few and far between. It also takes time, money and a lot of legal wrangling. It is a nightmare.

This is why, at the risk of repeating myself, you read the law or contract, and you ask a lawyer to make changes before you sign. Even if this process takes weeks or months because you do not want to be bound to the terms of a contract which may negatively impact you.

What Tony was saying was bullshit, and he knew it. He had dealt with contracts before, and knew how they worked. He knew they couldn't "sign now and change later" so he lied.

Just like he lied about getting Bucky into a psych ward. According to a deleted scene, Bucky had already been sentenced to extadition, and Tony could not simply reverse that judgement. Besides, T'Challa was not going to stand for some white dude telling him what he could do.

[unityrain24]

❅OG Loki Headcanons Masterlist❅

It's mostly-organized, but some things don't fit into categories great, so there is some cluttering to it, but should be minimal. Also, since it's a live document, you'll see any new things as i add them! (though i added everything i could think of, so new additions would mean new headcanons rain upon me)

I also have my Miscellaneous MCU Headcanons Masterlist here, which will explain a lot of the things in the Loki master list (this one is definitely a work in progress tho):

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

Lawyering through fandoms: The four types of common law murder

1) Frank Castle / The Punisher shoots a criminal because he wanted to. It was not out of self-defense and Frank had time to think about it. Intent-to-kill murder.

2) Matt Murdock / Daredevil beats up a criminal with his sticks until the poor bloke goes unconscious. Unbeknownst to Matt, the guy ended up dying in the hospital due to the several blows he took to the head. Grievous bodily harm murder.

3) Party!Thor Odinson decides to hold another party in Midgard. On a dare, he sends a bolt of lightning at a random passing car. The lightning was supposed to miss since Thor only meant to scare the person. Instead, the lightning directly hit the car and electrocuted the person to death. Depraved heart murder (or reckless murder).

4) Scott Lang takes part in a burglary, specifically to steal the Ant-Man suit from the Pyms. During the course of the robbery/burglary, he unintentionally scares Hank and Hope’s live-in maid. The maid has a sudden heart attack and dies instantly. Felony-murder.

[tenpixelsusie]

going from hating any and all marvel media to being latched onto the x men is certainly something to me. huh

[thenotoriousscuttlecliff]

The OP's complaint is that the term "Avengers level threat" is so reductive it diminishes the threats the likes of the X-Men and Fantastic Four face, thus unfairly painting them as lesser teams compared to the Avengers despite facing similar threats. But the Avengers fan is obviously so opposed to the very idea of any team, especially the fucking X-Men, being seen as equal to the Avengers they see this is dickriding slander. Some obviously got so into Avengers vs X-Men they still have it as their entire personality over a decade later.

[x-press-it]

Devilish Desires - 3/8

Dangerous Temptations, Irresistible Touch 🎞️❤️‍🔥🌹⚔️🖤💻🖱️

Sub!Logan Howlett x Dom!OC (They/Them)

Summary: Logan, typically guarded and dominant, finds himself captivated by E, a mysterious being with a devilish allure and ancient presence that challenges his control.

Context: This story unfolds 'within' the "Days of Future Past" new timeline, during Logan's early years as a history teacher at Xavier’s School. It’s set well before his consciousness from the original timeline reconnects with him in 2023, as seen at the film’s end.

Content Warnings (for the whole story): Smut 18+ (Dry humping, Edging, Unprotected p in v.) - Dom!Logan into Sub!Logan - Pet Names (Good boy, pretty boy, pet, pup, amongst others…) reversed age gap (Logan is younger) - OC Notes: Established name, backstory, powers, fighting style, female body but gender fluid character (Logan misgender them at first because he doesn’t know, even in the descriptions) - Mention of other character from the MCU and subtle references to the comics for flavor (not mandatory to understand what is happening) - Flash back and mention of past trauma - Very quick mentions of drugs - Fluff with Dark Undertones: Emotional tension and possessive affection - Worship Themes: Religious imagery, reverent language and awe - Ancient Mysticism: References to otherworldly or demonic presence - Mental Health: Power dynamics, personal vulnerabilities - Trope: Rivals to lovers.

I'm back after 10 years of iatus and fairly new to how things are done on tumblr now, so sorry if I missed any warnings. Also english isn't my first language so there might be typos/weird sentences...

Notes: Got very inspired by sub!Logan and repeated listening of "Between wind and water" by Hael. Cover made with canva from an idea I got from this post. If you know who made the picture, tell me so I can credit them - Click on the divider to find the creator. Also this was meant to be an imagine turned into a full story. Just so you know, some chapters are very short, other are long. I'm in the process of editing/writing/rewriting parts so I'll post a chapter everytime I have one fully edited. This chapter was hard to wrestle with, but I won! Mention of legal stuff but I'm no lawyer so there might be inconsistencies ^^" Also brace yourself, power shift incoming.

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Previously: in Devilish Desires

Chapters: 3/8

Word Count: 7.1K / 60K+ for now

Sunlight filtered through the wide windows of Charles' office, casting a warm glow over the mahogany desk and polished floors. Logan paused in the doorway, feeling the familiar tension coil through him even before he fully entered. His gut twisted as he took in the sight of E leaning casually against the desk, one hip propped up, her head already turned toward the door, watching him approach. The calm, focused look on her face set him on edge, like she was always one step ahead, pulling unseen strings. Every time he saw her, it felt like she dug her claws deeper into his space, into him, without even trying.

"Logan, come in." The professor’s voice was warm, though there was a hint of tiredness to it. "We were just finishing up. Have a seat."

Logan ignored the invitation, his arms crossing over his chest as his eyes locked on E. “What’s this about?”

Charles gestured to the papers on his desk. "As you know, the school is growing, and with that comes more scrutiny from the government." He glanced at E, then back to Logan. "That’s why we worked on some contracts—to make everything as official and seamless as possible. We want things above board, so no one has any reason to be suspicious of us."

Logan’s pulse quickened as Charles spoke, each word digging into a place he’d thought had scarred over but never truly healed. He could feel the weight of the documents between them, a weight pressing down on his chest, squeezing until he couldn’t breathe. Just the mention of those papers, the mere sight of them, was like a trigger pulled—snapping him back to shadows he’d fought to bury. Contracts meant control; control meant deceit. Old instincts roared awake, instincts that told him to fight, to claw his way free. His mind twisted back, unbidden, to the sharp crack of a pen against paper, his name signed under false pretenses. Faces flashed before him, cold and detached, each one using him as if he were nothing more than sharpened adamantium, each one an anchor dragging him back to glimpses of a past he desperately tried to escape, yet crave to piece back together at the same time.

Memories slammed together—soldiers' cries, the dead weight of bodies, his own silent rage coiled like barbed wire around his gut. Promises broken, betrayals… He could barely register the room around him, the walls that meant safety and acceptance. All he felt now was the past closing in, like a cage—restrictive, suffocating. And then a single thought broke through, a rough mantra, ringing into his head, so loud it pulled him from the spiral: “Today is victory over yourself of yesterday…”

Logan blinked hard, shaking his head as he forced himself back to his senses, the slow ache of his claws tearing through his knuckles breaking through the fog. With gritted teeth, he pulled them back before they became visible. After a short sigh, his eyes flicked from the papers to E, then to Charles, his scowl deepening. “This is bullshit. I’m not some soldier you can pin down with paperwork, Chuck.” His voice was low, the ghost of past betrayals still burning in his chest as his hand clenched tightly at his side. “I don’t belong to anyone, and I sure as hell don’t need to be tied up in a contract like this. I’ve been here long enough, and I’m not about to start following rules that don’t make sense to me.”

Charles clasped his hands together on his desk, his voice soft but firm, trying to ease the distress he saw in his friend’s behavior. “Logan, you’re right,” he validated, calm yet earnest. “You’re no soldier here—you’re a mentor, and you’ve proven that. But this contract is necessary. You know the risks; despite Raven’s actions, the government is still watching mutants closely after all these years. These contracts are for the teachers’ protection, for the students, and for the school itself.”

His expression was calm, deliberate, like he was teaching a class. Logan could see the weight of responsibility on Charles's shoulders, a reminder of the burdens they all carried. “It’s a formality to ensure you’re recognized as part of the staff. If they start asking questions, this contract might be our best defense.”

He held Logan’s gaze, the tension building in the air between them. In a quieter tone, he added, “This isn’t about control; it’s about security. If something were to happen, this paperwork could mean the difference between staying under the radar and drawing unwanted attention.” Logan felt a flicker of unease at the thought but pushed it aside, his feral pride refusing to let him show any weakness in front of E.

He shook his head, the tension in his shoulders thickening with each word. “A formality? Security? It’s a damn leash, that’s what it is! And I know she’s behind this.” His tone was sharp, the accusation clear as his chin jerked toward E, his eyes still on Charles.

E raised a brow, a slight smirk dancing at the corner of their lips. “They,” they corrected smoothly, their voice slipping in like silk over a blade.

Logan’s eyes snapped to her face, his brows knitting in confusion, anger swirling in his glare. “What?”

“You said ‘she,’” E explained, their tone lilting with amusement, not even flinching under the weight of his gaze. “I prefer ‘they.’”

For a second, Logan blinked, caught off guard. The shift in their demeanor—so detached, almost playful—disarmed him. It was a rare response to his fury, and it chipped away at the anger bubbling in his chest. He gave a quick, gruff nod, like a student getting a slap on the wrist for falling into a master’s trap. “Right. They.”

His lips pressed into a firm line, the weight of the situation settling like a stone in his gut. Yet, that primal part of him refused to fold so easily. “But that ain’t the point. The point is, I’m not signing a damn thing before I’ve read it. I’m not some teacher that punches a clock. You know me, Charles.”

Charles nodded, like he expected this. “I do, my friend. And I don’t want to force you into anything you’re uncomfortable with. But it’s necessary. If you’re going to keep mentoring, you need to be recognized officially as part of the school’s staff.”

Logan’s jaw clenched as his gaze flicked from the papers back to E, who hadn’t taken their eyes off him. His fingers twitched, itching to pull at the collar of his shirt, the weight of the contract already tightening around his neck.

A metallic muffled sound came from under E’s jacket’s sleeve as they shifted, leaning into their stance with one hand on Charles’ desk, the other resting on their waist and Logan’s eyes were drawn, almost against his will, to the subtle curve of their chest beneath the deep red blouse. The top few buttons were undone, revealing just a hint of cleavage, a thin golden chain that held a delicate white pearl, resting against their skin. For a second, his thoughts strayed before he forced his gaze back up, catching the faint hint of their dark horns just peeking from under their hair—a sharp reminder of exactly who he was dealing with.

“It’s just official paperwork, Logan,” they said, voice smooth with a playful lilt, enjoying the ripple of energy they felt from him as his thoughts wandered, though their expression stayed composed. “I can help you with the legal mumbo jumbo if you’re having trouble. I’d be happy to give you a private lesson… walk you through all the fine print, personally.”

Logan’s cheeks flushed, just for a second, barely noticeable beneath his hardened exterior, but it was there. E could feel the familiar tingle coming from him, that want simmering beneath his anger. His jaw tightened, fists clenching at his sides, and he shot them a glare, willing the heat away as if it’d been nothing. “I ain’t havin’ trouble with anything,” he growled, his voice low and rough. But E simply watched him with an amused, knowing glint in their eye, a faint laugh catching under their breath.

Charles, observing the exchange, raised an eyebrow, eyes twinkling with the slightest bit of humor. Clearing his throat gently, he spoke up in to ease the rising tension. “E, let’s not push too hard. Logan’s cautious, but we need to find a compromise. And Logan, I’m afraid that until we reach an agreement that satisfies both sides, I’ll have to ask you to step down from your teaching position. I can’t risk the school’s safety.”

The words hit like a punch to the gut. Logan stiffened, his fists clenching harder, knuckles now white. Stepping down? It felt like an ultimatum, but Charles wasn’t wrong. The safety of the school had always come first. E’s gaze softened just slightly, though he could still see that flicker of amusement in their eyes. “You’re right, Professor. My apologies.” They turned to Logan, offering a nod. “I got carried away—it was unprofessional of me. I understand where you’re coming from, and I’m willing to collaborate with you so we may find a solution that works for both parties.”

As E pulled away into their composed demeanor, he felt the thread coiling in his gut relaxing, leaving him more room to breathe.

Logan wasn’t used to them backing down that easily, and it threw him for a second. He shifted, narrowing his eyes in suspicion, his faint scowl deepening as he muttered, “Huh?” It was as if a switch had flipped, and he couldn’t help but wonder what their angle was. “Okay?”

And E could have left it there, but something inside urged them to add, a spark of teasing in their gaze, “After all, you’re not one to play by anyone else’s rules. So why not help shape the ones that work for you?”

Logan shot them a sharp look, their words sinking in slowly. He hated how they got under his skin, how easily they seemed to read him. But they weren’t wrong, either.

He took a breath, unclenching his hands, though he still felt like a cornered animal. “Fine. We’ll work something out. But I’m not signing anything that tries to box me in, Charles. I need enough room to be me.”

Charles’s expression softened in relief, giving a small nod of approval. “Of course, my friend. Take your time—I want you to feel comfortable with this. We’ll reconvene when you’re both ready.” He paused, glancing at the papers, before adding, “In the meantime, I’ve got other work that requires my attention.”

Logan barely registered the Professor dismissing them, his mind still tangled in the strange feeling of the interaction. E pushed off the desk gracefully, straightening the black jacket of their suit before gathering their things with practiced ease. When they finally stepped out of Charles’ office, Logan followed them out into the hallway. They walked in silence for a beat, the air between them still buzzing, though less tense than before. Yet, their scent still lingered—smoky, with a hint of spice—reminding him of their presence. And E, in turn, felt the simmering conflict inside him—the push and pull of resistance and attraction. It wasn’t enough to satiate them, but it would have to do for now, even if it left them wanting more. They allowed a brief, satisfied smile to ghost across their lips before tucking it away, resuming a more reserved expression.

“When do you want to go over the documents?” E’s voice was professional once more, all traces of their earlier playfulness gone, though a flicker of something else remained behind their eyes, like they were holding back.

Logan glanced over at them, still surprised by how quickly they’d shifted gears. This side of them—focused, efficient—was easier to handle. He could deal with this.

“Tomorrow, maybe. Got some time around three.”

E nodded, a hint of consideration in their gaze despite the reluctance in his tone. “I could make that work. We’ll go over everything, step by step. No surprises.”

The calm confidence they exuded kept catching him off guard, and against his better judgment, he found himself watching them differently. Was there more beneath that troublemaker act they put on around him?

E must’ve felt his gaze because they turned slightly, offering a small, almost sincere smile. “I’ll see you then.” Their voice was all business, but a hint of warmth slipped through—without the usual edge of teasing.

Logan grunted in response, but as they walked away, something lingered at the edge of his mind. Yes, there might be more to them than the predatory front they’d shown since they met. And maybe, just maybe, they weren’t as much trouble as he thought.

Or perhaps it was a ploy to lure him in, to make him relax and step willingly into their web. In any case, he wasn’t about to let his guard down. Not yet.

The library was quiet in the mid-afternoon light when Logan arrived, the subtle scent of aged paper and polished wood mixing with the now too familiar blend of spice wrapped in smoke. He pushed the door open with a soft creak, eyes immediately scanning the room, and sure enough, there they were—already seated at one of the large tables, surrounded by hefty open books, scattered documents, and a legal pad filled with meticulous notes.

E barely glanced up as he approached, their focus sharp on the papers spread out before them. The soft scratching of their pen on the smooth surface filled the air, the fluidity of their movements mesmerizing, almost hypnotic. Every action was deliberate, from the graceful lines they traced to the calm demeanor they carried.

Logan stood there for a moment, taking it all in—the precision and quiet focus they exuded. He couldn’t help but notice the neatness of their work: each point laid out clearly, with little diagrams and annotations. It wasn’t just thorough; it was methodical yet beautiful, almost like an art form. Even their handwriting, flowing effortlessly across the page—a blend of sharp angles and elegant curves—was damn near perfect.

He cleared his throat, and E, still writing, held up a finger, brows furrowed in focus. The gentle chime of their bracelets—three in total, one gold and two red—sounded as they moved, the soft music an elegant counterpoint to the silence. They needed to finish that thought, not wanting to lose their concentration. Logan waited for a few heartbeats, struck by the command in their motion, a powerful yet silent order that stoked the embers they had nestled in his chest during the last couple of weeks. When E finally looked up, their gaze met his with calm professionalism, but there was a flash of something else—an interest that sharpened their eyes, just for a heartbeat, before it vanished.

"You're early," they noted, their voice soft but steady, carrying just enough weight to catch his attention. "I wasn’t expecting you for another…” They quickly glanced at the delicate golden watch on their wrist. “… half hour, at least." There was a pause, and E gestured toward the chair on the other side of the table. "Please, sit."

Logan obeyed reluctantly, still unsettled by the way they were behaving—cold, detached, like they were someone else entirely. The tension between them had loosened so much he could hardly feel it, as if it might vanish entirely if he tried to reach for it. “Figured I’d get this over with,” he mumbled, his eyes not leaving their face.

A small smile played at the corner of their lips, and they flipped one of the hefty books closed to make room between them, before pushing a section of the contract toward him. "Well, I’ve already gone through most of the legal terms and highlighted the parts you might find concerning. If something still doesn’t sit right with you, we can discuss… adjustments."

Logan raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been busy.”

“I don’t like wasting time on work.” Their eyes flicked to the stack of notes they had assembled, before neatly setting them aside. “Let’s just get through this.”

Logan picked up the contract, flipping through the pages slowly. The neat little annotations caught his eye—small, concise memorandums in that same precise handwriting on flashy sticky notes, guiding him through each clause. As much as he hated to admit it, the thoroughness was impressive. “You really did all this?”

E leaned back slightly in their chair, crossing their arms, a faint smile playing at the corners of their lips, like they were enjoying something only they understood, and he felt a subtle pull inside, a tension stirring. “I told you I’d help you with the legal stuff, didn’t I?”

Logan’s eyes drifted to the pages again, unable to ignore how… perfect their handwriting was. Every sentence was clear, fluid, each letter delicate, intentional. They hadn’t just scrawled down information in a rush—not only they’d taken the time to make it legible, but it also felt like they had crafted something meant to be appreciated, drawn with careful control, patience, like each and every stroke mattered.

“You write like a damn artist,” he muttered despite himself, half impressed, half irked by the precision of it all.

E’s soft chuckle was barely audible, but he caught the faintest hint of satisfaction in their expression as they watched him linger on the page. They were absorbing his reaction, almost savoring it, letting his admiration wash over them like a silent, steady current. “Years of practice,” they replied, eyes glinting with a subtle satisfaction. “Didn’t expect you to notice details like that.”

He grunted in response, still staring at the page before flipping to another section. “I don’t miss much.”

E leaned forward again, the light jingle of their bracelets accompanying the movement as they tapped a finger on one of the highlighted paragraphs. “This part, in particular, is important. It’s a non-disclosure clause. You might want to pay special attention to that.”

Logan followed the motion of their finger, noting the cleanly filed nail that glimmered faintly under the light—maybe some sort of transparent polish? Even that was meticulously done, and the thought made something simmer in him before he blinked it away, refocusing on the contract. “So I can’t say anything about… what, exactly?”

“About the students. The curriculum. The specific ways the school operates,” they clarified, their tone even and clear, leaving no room for confusion, even as a subtle ripple passed between them. “It’s a precaution to ensure no one leaks sensitive information.”

Logan scowled, the idea gnawing at him. “I get why, but it feels like a muzzle.”

E’s gaze softened slightly as they leaned back again, folding their hands neatly on the table in front of them. The metallic sound of their bracelets chimed softly, a delicate accent to the motion. “It can feel that way, yes, but it’s standard for any organization handling confidential matters, especially one like this school. It's about protecting everyone here—especially you and the kids. Though, we can amend the wording if that’ll make you more… comfortable.”

Logan studied their face, taking in the sincerity behind their words. For once, it didn’t feel like they were toying with him or trying to play some angle. They were just doing their job—and a damn good one at that.

He exhaled sharply, leaning back in his chair. “I don’t like bein’ locked into something I don’t trust.”

E’s eyes softened as they nodded slowly, their expression understanding. “That’s fair. We can tweak the language so it’s more gray, more aligned with what you’re comfortable with. To give you room to adjust? You don’t have to feel trapped, Logan.”

Logan’s hand rubbed the back of his neck as he sighed. “You’re makin’ it real hard for me to argue, you know that?”

Their smile was faint, their fingers gently drumming on the wooden desk between them. “I’m not trying to make it harder. Just easier for you to see that this isn’t about control. It’s about protecting what you’re building here.”

Logan dropped his eyes to the contract again, that tight, familiar knot in his chest loosening just a bit. He didn’t trust easy—but they were making a damn good case. He couldn’t deny that. He could see how carefully they’d worked through the details, the amount of care they’d put into making this whole thing understandable. It was… reassuring, in a way. As much as he hated to admit it, they had a point. It wasn’t about locking him into anything—it was about making sure everything stayed secure. The kids came first, always.

He met their gaze again, something shifting between them. He still wasn’t ready to trust completely, but at least they were giving him a reason to reconsider. “Alright,” he muttered, almost grudgingly. “Let’s go through it.”

E smiled—this time, it was genuine. Not playful, not teasing, just… genuine, content. They slid a few more papers toward him, their focus back on the work, but Logan couldn’t help but notice the shift in their energy. As they started explaining the finer points, guiding him through each legal term with that same sharp professionalism, he couldn’t help but admire the way they handled things. They were focused, sharp, and professional.

Maybe this was the side of them he could start to respect.

For now.

They’d been at it for hours, bending and reshaping the terms until each clause balanced protection with freedom. E kept their demeanor professional, drawing on every ounce of restraint to keep their voice even and their gaze measured, ignoring the familiar hunger snapping at their focus now and then. And the more they worked, the more they could sense Logan beginning to relax, perhaps appreciating this side of them—this businesslike efficiency that gave him room to breathe, rather than the tension they used to stir in him. He was still sharp and guarded around them, but in the subtle shifts of his body language, they sensed they were both easing into a more comfortable exchange, his trust inching closer as they tweaked the terms to help him maintain his independence.

In his careful consideration of each clause, they saw how deeply he valued his autonomy. His desire to protect the kids and guide them through a brutal world was unmistakable, yet he seemed determined to do it on his own terms. Watching him was like seeing a reflection of their own drive: the same visceral need to resist being anyone’s pawn, to forge a path where people like them weren’t turned into weapons or tools for the powerful. E knew what it was to navigate that treacherous line, to have allies rather than be a pawn, to be indispensable but never owned. Becoming a lawyer had finally allowed them to create partnerships, to protect their independence in a way they hadn’t had in the past.

They looked at Logan now, the way he was part of something great without letting it absorb him, and felt a twinge of resonance. It was like looking into a rippling, distorted mirror: his methods protective where theirs were persuasive, his presence blunt where theirs was all charm and deliberate control. But that difference made sense, considering their mutations. He had claws; they had…this. This carefully wielded hold over emotions. Had they been born with claws, would they have protected instead of manipulated? They weren’t sure.

Their gaze drifted from the paper to his handsome face as they sank into those thoughts, the realization dawning—slow and unexpected—that he wasn’t simply a source of energy, or the toy they’d wanted him to be at first. He was a potential ally in a way few others could be. Someone who might amplify their strength instead of being drained. Not just a meal to be consumed but something rarer—a piece that, in its own strange way, completed the picture of who they could be. As if they were two sides of the same coin.

Lost in thought, they almost missed the slight cough as Logan cleared his throat, his voice breaking through their haze.

“Need a break?” he asked, a faint smirk tugging at his lips, catching them just off guard enough that they had to recompose themselves, reassemble that mask over their features before their thoughts slipped any further into the open.

“No, I’m good,” they replied, eyes turning back to the papers in front of them. “We’re almost done, anyway.” But as they looked away, a thought slipped in—a terrifying, persistent thought.

What if, just for a few moments, they let him see behind the surface?

The more they considered it, the more it tugged at them. Curiosity twisted into need—a need to be seen fully, not just for what they could do or the games they played, but for every scarred, layered piece that made them who they were. Logan was unique, after all. He understood the weight of living too many lifetimes, of carrying too many pasts. Maybe he, of all people, could handle the person they kept buried underneath.

They wrestled with the urge, every instinct resisting, their armor honed by years of experience and necessity. Something deep inside warned it was dangerous—unnecessary. But then again… maybe not. Because the thought kept tugging, whispering that maybe, just maybe, it could be something greater. A partnership that didn’t hinge on pretense or servitude but on something raw and real, something powerful.

Their gaze returned to him, lingering. He was relaxed now, waiting, not pushing. And maybe that’s what finally broke their resolve.

“You know, Logan,” they began, the words slipping out, edged with a subtle amusement that curled at the corners of their mouth. “You’re… an interesting case.” Their tone was light, but Logan could feel the weight behind it, something sharper. “In a world full of people pursuing causes, you stand apart. You’re here, fighting for something, part of a team, a mentor—yet you keep a step back, like you’re in it but always on the edge.”

They took their time, choosing their words carefully. “Not interested in becoming anyone’s weapon. Not about to let anyone make a puppet out of you.” They paused, their smile fading as their peculiar eyes locked with his, earnest, with a hint of challenge. “I respect that about you.”

Logan’s expression shifted, his relaxed posture tensing as he regarded them with a sharp glance. Crossing his arms, he studied their face, searching for their angle. There was no mistaking the twinkle in their gaze, a glint that almost dared him to see through it. He furrowed his brows, but his voice was steady. “Yeah? Well, I don’t dance on anybody’s strings. If I’m fighting for something, it’s because it matters to me. And I do it my way.”

He watched as something flickered in their eyes—a veil lingering for a few heartbeats, like his words had pulled something deep from the shadows of their mind. When their gaze met his again, it was steadier, as if a quiet understanding had slipped between them. “I get that,” they replied, voice low, the words hanging in the air with a quiet finality.

Logan studied them, suspicious of this sudden transparency. “So what? You’re saying you’re the same?” he asked, his tone guarded, almost testing.

“Maybe.” Their mouth curved in a smirk, one that seemed to bare their teeth as much as it smiled. “Let’s say I’ve had experience balancing independence with… affiliations.” They leaned forward slightly, the light metallic sound of their bracelets chiming with the motion, drawing his attention and making his senses sharpen. Their gaze glinted with something that hinted at danger, at control. “When people see power, they get ideas. They get greedy. Sometimes, we have to show them who’s in charge—decide where the lines are, or blur them if it suits us.”

Logan’s brows knit, eyes narrowing. “So, you’re tellin’ me you dance along the line but won’t let anyone hold your strings.” He leaned back, gaze sharp. “How’s that working out for you?”

They gave a light shrug, a glimmer of amusement in their eyes. “You’d be surprised. Charles, for one, respects it—but you already know that.” They smirked, as if holding back a bigger truth. “There are others, too. Equally powerful… Stark, for instance.”

Logan’s eyebrows shot up at the name, genuine interest breaking through his cautious demeanor, crumbs of energy swallowed by E’s greedy hunger. “Stark? As in the Tony Stark?” He couldn’t hide the hint of curiosity in his tone and leaned in, almost imperceptibly. “You actually know the guy?”

They lifted their brows, a small pout on their lips, playing down the significance of it with an offhand shrug, though Logan noticed a spark of pride in their eyes. “Worked with him, actually. Fresh out of law school. I had a friend—blind attorney, good guy—who mentioned Stark needed someone sharp to help… clean up a few things. Secure patents, keep his tech out of the wrong hands.” They kept it vague, partly out of client confidentiality and partly knowing that Logan wasn’t likely interested in legal specifics.

“Not exactly glamorous, but it was an exhilarating start,” they added, the flicker of pride now shining in their voice. “Let’s just say that navigating the minefield of a billionaire’s reputation certainly kept things interesting. And it was good for the notoriety.”

Flecks of emotion brushed against something deep within E—a faint thrill they quickly stifled but couldn’t entirely ignore—as Logan muttered something under his breath, a note of respect edging his tone. He’d always seen Stark as the kind of guy who didn’t trust anyone but himself—and maybe his assistant, or whatever she was now. “Bet that kept you busy.”

A chuckle escaped them, eyes glinting as the soft chime of their bracelets accompanied the sound. “Busy? He kept me on my toes. The man’s got a mind like wildfire; it was a challenge keeping up. But it was… refreshing.” They leaned back, an almost nostalgic look slipping over their face. “I guess it taught me to walk the line, to make a difference without being tied down.”

Logan’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully, intrigued despite himself. The story felt like a glimpse into the puzzle of their past. “So how’d you end up here?” he asked, his curiosity piqued. “Not that I’m sayin’ this place is a downgrade or anything,” he added with a smirk, resting his arms on the table.

They sensed his interest like a pulse, faint but unmistakable. It seeped into them, stirring that familiar, alluring rush, and they let out a soft laugh, an edge of amusement in their eyes. “Did you know Charles and Stark held a gala a few months back to fund the school’s new equipment?”

Logan nodded, some recognition flitting across his face. “I remember hearing about it. Charity thing, wasn’t it?”

“Exactly.” Their voice stayed casual, but their eyes sparkled with the thrill of memory. “That’s where I met Charles.” Their gaze flicked back to him, pausing just long enough to let the moment breathe. “We got along right away. He needed someone to navigate the legalities and ensure the school’s mission stayed protected. A few conversations later, and here I am.” Their eyes held his, a glimmer of interest that wasn’t easily brushed aside, as his curiosity continued to fuel something deep within them.

Logan could feel it too—a pull he couldn’t resist, a delicate pressure building inside him, different from the sharp pull of their first exchanges. This was smoother, quieter, sinking in with each new glimpse he got of E’s story, drawing him in until pulling back wasn’t an option. He sensed the quiet power behind everything they revealed, and it stirred something deeper in him—a mix of respect, intrigue, and the surprising comfort of recognition, that kept the tension going.

He leaned back, crossing his arms again, a smirk tugging at his lips. “So, you just go wherever the cause suits you, huh?” His voice held a challenge underlined by curiosity. “If Stark showed up again tomorrow, you’d be right back in his corner?”

E nodded, unfazed by the edge in his tone. “If his goals align with mine? Yes. Of course I’d work with him again! Without a second thought! Same goes for Charles.” Their gaze softened, a glimmer of conviction breaking through their usually controlled demeanor. “I want to be part of something that matters, Logan.”

Logan studied them, catching just how much they meant it. He’d known E wasn’t anyone’s puppet, but now he could see they weren’t waiting around for someone to hand them a cause, either. They were carving out their own path—fluid, adaptable, going wherever their instincts took them. And he found himself respecting that: their drive, mixed with that fierce independence. Hell, he could relate to it—maybe even admire it a little.

E felt it, the ripple of his respect, like a quiet current feeding into them. For all their control, a spark of satisfaction slipped through their gaze, their mask almost slipping as they met his eyes. His admiration, rare and guarded, felt potent—dangerously so. The energy coursed through them, lingering like a hidden pulse beneath their skin. They shifted slightly, regaining composure before his steady gaze could pierce too deeply.

They looked calm, in control, continuing their previous thought. “I’m loyal to a cause.” Then, their eyes took on a sharper edge, something deeper flickering beneath the surface. “But I’ll never let myself be chained to anyone ever again.”

There was a flash of anger, fierce and unyielding, sparking in their gaze. The quiet chime of their bracelets sounded as they leaned forward, their voice steady but intense. “There’s too much to do, too many ways to make a difference—like what you do here with these kids.”

Logan didn’t miss the brief fire of fury that had slipped through the cracks in their cool confidence, just enough to reveal a scar, raw and unhealed. They didn’t merely have a preference for freedom; it was a need, born from something that had burned them hard and left its mark. That kind of wound didn’t heal easy—he’d know.

He held their gaze, his expression softening with a rare flicker of understanding. E might play at being dangerous and unpredictable, but he was beginning to see past the games, past the mischief. Beneath it all, they weren’t half as threatening as they liked to seem—not to him, anyway. And now he wondered if their determination to make a difference came from more than just ambition. Maybe they were out here carving paths so no one else would have to walk through the fire alone.

Just as quickly, E’s eyes narrowed, the hint of vulnerability vanishing as they pulled themselves back. Their lips curved into a knowing smirk, that easy, predatory edge sliding into place. “What’s with the look, Logan?” they purred, voice rich with playful menace. “Didn’t think I’d have you figured out that quickly?”

He tilted his head, a low chuckle rolling out as his eyes held steady, watching them with newfound clarity. “Long way from that, sweetheart,” he replied, his voice as rough as the smile he wore. His stare cut through their guarded expression, tracing that hidden spark they were still trying to shield. “But I’ve seen enough to figure out there’s a hell of a lot more goin’ on with you that what you let on.”

They scoffed, dismissive as ever, though Logan’s steady gaze didn’t miss the faint, almost imperceptible shift in their eyes, the way they lingered on him just a second too long. They were good at playing the part; he could give them that. And hell, he had to respect it—the way they held their ground, defiant but calm, ready to take on whatever came next. But he’d caught a glimpse behind their guard now—just enough to give him a way in, a thread he could pull if he wanted, evening the power balance between them. A hint of a smirk tugged at his lips; they’d shown him more than they intended, and he planned on playing that to his advantage.

E met his stare, the faintest crease of tension at the edge of their mouth as they spoke. “There’s not much going on with me,” they said smoothly, though their tone carried an edge, a warning, like a line drawn firmly in the sand. “At best, you’ll see someone who’s lived long enough to know that, at some point, we’re just the sum of our own burdens—regrets, pain, and the constant battle to find a place in a world that sees us as either weapon or threat.” They shrugged, gaze cooling as if daring him to contradict them. “I know you know what I mean.”

Logan’s mouth quirked, and he offered a subtle nod. Oh, he knew. He knew that weight, the feeling of being something both feared and useful, but he also saw how tightly they held onto that defensive edge, like armor too important to set aside. And it made sense. If they’d been through even half of what he had, especially as a woman with power, that sharpness was more than just for show—it was a primal instinct born from necessity.

“So, you play the part of the predator, huh?” he asked, his voice casual, almost challenging. “Gotta keep everyone on their toes, or they might see more than you want ‘em to?”

Their gaze hardened slightly, something flickering before they smoothed it over. “It’s survival, hun,” they replied, tone measured with a hint of sarcasm, the nickname sharp on their lips. Their fingers moved up to toy with the delicate golden chain around their neck, the single white pearl shifting gently between their fingertips. “I wasn’t raised to be anyone’s prey. I’ve always been powerful in a way, even before my true nature revealed itself. Living as a mutant in this world means learning to navigate perceptions—people don’t always take well to what they don’t understand. You know that too. So, yes, most of the time, I have to play the predator. It’s how I keep my place in this society.”

Their eyes gleamed, that familiar guarded edge slipping back into place, like steel settling into a sheath. “And maybe it’s the only way I know how.”

The words settled between them, carrying an honesty that almost surprised him. Beneath the mischief and sharpness, he could see the echoes of past battles that had molded them into someone who walked the line between danger and glamor, between freedom and guarded solitude.

“Doesn’t it get exhausting?” he asked, tone light but edged enough to make it clear he wasn’t just making conversation. “Playin’ that part all the time, keepin’ everyone at arm’s length?”

For a split second, something flickered across their face—an almost imperceptible crack—but they smoothed it over with a cool smile. “It’s only exhausting if you don’t know how to handle it,” they replied, looking down at him with a hint of mockery, as if to suggest he wouldn’t know. Leaning back, they reclaimed control of the moment. “Besides, I didn’t walk this path to blend in with the crowd. The world makes demands. I learned early that if I wanted a future worth having, I’d have to shape it myself—alone.”

They straightened with a subtle chime of their bracelets, a glint of pride in their stance, fierce and unyielding, making Logan’s respect tick up a notch, teasing E’s hunger with a rich, electric thrill. They felt it brush against their senses, fueling the simmer beneath their calm. For a fleeting moment, their expression softened, indulging in the warmth of his regard. But it didn’t escape him that beneath their carefully crafted façade lay a quiet kind of fatigue, a weariness he knew too well. They might be used to the role, but that didn’t mean it didn’t take a toll. With a practiced flick of their eyes, they returned to their cool detachment, meeting his gaze with that same untouchable allure, even as their hunger urged them closer.

Logan shifted, crossing his arms loosely, gaze steady as a teasing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, his eyes glowing with playful challenge. “Sounds to me like someone’s after more than just puttin’ on a show.”

Their smile froze for the briefest moment, a flicker of tension before they rolled their eyes, snapping the mask back into place. “And you think you know what I’m after?” They raised an eyebrow, voice slipping into that smooth, predatory edge that reminded him just how much they hated being read—just like he did.

“Maybe,” he replied, holding their gaze with that same easy smirk. “Seems like a part of you might want somethin’ more. Connections. Someone to reach out to, now and then. Make it feel less… empty.”

They scoffed, laughter low and guarded as they leaned in, the slight sound of their bracelets punctuating the motion once more. Their voice dropped to a whisper. “Don’t flatter yourself, Logan,” they said, eyes glinting with challenge as they inched closer, the whisper turning almost venomous. “I don’t need anybody, pretty boy. Especially not you.” Both their words and gaze sharpened, a teasing yet defensive spark behind it, though something unspoken lingered there. The faint chime followed their movements, an echo of tension and warning. “You might think you’ve seen through me, but trust me, there’s a lot more here than you’re ready to understand. So, stop digging. You might not like what you find.”

Logan’s smile barely shifted, but he didn’t push further, didn’t try to peel back any more layers. He didn’t need to. He’d seen enough to know that behind the sharp edges and fierce guard, E wasn’t so different from him. And the thing they made him crave these last few weeks might just be the thing they’d craved themselves for a long time.

Silence stretched between them, charged and unbroken, as they sized each other up—E, guarded and fierce behind their confident exterior; Logan, settled and a little more at ease than he’d been since they first met.

He chuckled, a low, quiet rumble that broke the silence and hung in the space between them. A confident smile played on his lips, almost as if he were savoring his small victory. “So,” he murmured, leaning in. “We done here, or… you need me for somethin’ else?” His tone carried a hint of something deeper, something suggestive.

They bristled, the calm mask slipping momentarily as irritation flashed in their eyes, but they regained composure, sliding smoothly into a clipped, professional tone. “If you don’t see any more changes to make, I can take care of the rest. I’ll give you the documents once they’re finalized.”

Logan nodded, his gaze steady as he rose from his chair, towering over them for a brief moment. “Alright,” he said, his voice warm but resolute, like he was sealing an unspoken agreement. “See you around then.”

With that, he turned, heading toward the door. And as he left, he took with him the solid rythm of his presence, that subtle weight of connection they’d woven into him over the past couple of weeks. The room felt colder, emptier without it. The quiet settled in, hollow and gnawing, the sharp hunger suddenly surging in as the connection broke, slipping from their grasp like sand between their fingers.

Alone once again, they could almost feel it—an ache beneath the calm exterior, an unsettling reminder of what he’d managed to stir to life, only to take it away.

To be continued…

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Those who claim to care about women

There is this thing about the right wing, that I recently find very, very noticable. The way they claim to care about women, while they actually hate women so much.

I am currently living with a fairly right wing roommate (who obviously claims to be "neither right nor left", as they often do, but obviously is on board with most right-wing stuff, especially when it comes about anti-immigration fearmongering). And when he talks about usual right wing talking points he will again and again will claim it is "about the women". What if a man claims to be a trans woman to get into a place to harm women? What if those immigrants harm women? And the sex work, it is so hard on the women! Those poor, poor women. Also, trans women in sports are cheating. Intersex women in sports are cheating. Because women are very weak and in all ways lesser than men, so men need to protect them.

But the fact is of course, that there is no harsher threat to women than right wing men. And mind you, this is very universal. Because right wing men are always patriarchal - and always for harsh gender norms. And yes, those scary Muslim terrorists who are against women's rights like the Taliban are right wing. Because, again: Right wing says that people want to have harsh hierarchies in society.

And mind you, there is of course this fact. When right wing in the west talk about "protecting women", they mean "protect white, cis, abled, young, pretty women". They have no interest in the non-white women, in the trans and intersex women, in the old women, the disabled women, and ugly women. They want to protect women as objects they can own and as breeding machines for their children. But not as people. Which is why they are so much against women's rights. They are against abortion. They are against protections against rape - at least as long as rape is something that originates from white cis men. Once they can fearmonger about non-white men or trans women raping cis white women, they will of course be the first to do it. They want to have child marriage legalized, so they can marry girls as young as 13. And they only want female characters in media, if the characters are designed for them to masturbate to them.

That is why they get a meltdown over most female characters these days, because those are allowed to be characters with agency. They do not want women with agency. They also will have a meltdown if a female character does not look like a Barbie-doll, but like an actual woman. They will call it ugly. Because a character just looks pretty, but in a more attainable way. They will also cry if the superheroine fighter has muscles and broad shoulders, because they personally do not want to fap to it.

I mean, let's face it: Those right wingers, who have those youtube channels (be it shadiversity, or critical drinker, or... basically fuck, I do not even know what they are all called) decrying "woke media" spent actually half the time crying about female characters in media. Every other topic (queer characters, trans characters, non-white and disabled characters) together makes up the other half. But most of the time they will cry because "women has agency" (in their view often "woman hates men") and because "women not pretty enough for me to masturbate to, this is a personal attack against me!!!!" I mean, just look how much they cried about She-Hulk. While it was probably the MCU show I enjoyed most (because it was more episodic and I liked the humor), it was very, very tame. Like it was about a white straight woman. But they had collective cries about it, because there are a couple of scenes in this show that talk about how shitty most men treat women. Something that simply is a fact. Most men treat women shitty. Especially men like them. But how dares Marvel or the actress or the director or whoever to call this out?

Or, like... Remember how Shadiversity had a fucking meltdown over Princess Peace wearing her Mario Kart outfit, rather than wearing a dress?! lol It is so fucking pathetic.

They also just... I mean, right wingers are so pro-capitalism, which has made it so that you barely can support a family even with two incomes. But then they complain about women working - even though this is just hardly avoidable because of the capitalism that they personally think is so fucking amazing.

And I mean, sure. It is clear that mainly they just fall for the prevailing narrative. It is after all the top 0.1%, who basically want to make sure the people are angry at minorities, so that the people will forget to be angry at the 0.1%. But for fuck's sake. It is so dumb. And it is so annoying to have those cis dude cry about the dangers to women, while they not realize that they are the biggest danger to begin with. Because they are. And they do not want to hear that.

[unhingedmarvelandclassicwhobuff]

If there’s anything we can agree on, it’s that Wanda maximoff was majorly screwed over in terms of character writing

Absolutely. As much as I adore Wanda, I paradoxically don't think any of her appearances were done well.

Age of Ultron comes pretty close by actually letting her nobility shine through and letting her call out Tony, but it falls short by not making it crystal-clear that she was never loyal to Hydra, and by not showing her react to what she indirectly caused in Johannesburg.

I feel like I shouldn't have to explain why I hate what's done with her in Civil War, but I'll do it anyway:

- the movie and the audience alike blame her for the casualties in Lagos instead of, y'know, the Hydra agent who actually set off the bomb - she isn't allowed to speak up when Tony starts condescendingly going "um, you all need to understand that people die in carnage 🤓" as if her fucking brother wasn't murdered by his creation, nor is she allowed to have any opinion at all on the document that will legally declare her a sub-human - Despite the movie trying to say she'd have to think about signing the Accords rather than instantly saying no like she really would, Tony goes over her head and kicks her off the Avengers roster and imprisons her so Ross can have an easier time getting her when he decides that she needs to be disposed of because it's now legal to do that to an Enhanced that you so much as suspect might be a threat. - For some reason people think SHE'S the one in the wrong when she subdues Vision (which literally makes her cry) in order to escape from Tony. - She gets blamed by the movie itself for Rhodey's injury (Vision saying he was "distracted" when he fired. What else could that mean?), most likely in order to make you think "serves that bitch right" when Tony sees her being tortured on the Raft and has zero reaction.

Infinity War probably comes the closest to being a good depiction of her, despite the fact that the Russo Brothers either couldn't care less about her, or outright dislike her for daring to have beef with Tony, who they worship. With that being said, her horrible sacrifice and subsequent nullification of it, as torturous as it is to watch, is legitimately good storytelling. Now if only the movie didn't try with zero irony to say that Thanos murdering Gamora was the same thing.

Her two minutes in Endgame are... fine, I guess. Her absolutely wiping the floor with Thanos is cool, but it's emotionally hollow because it's not the Thanos that took Vision from her. Also, the scene has been ruined for me by the official YouTube clip being flooded with comments going "OMG, this was such a great passing of the torch between the two biggest MCU villains." Like, fuck you! I guess I'm grateful that the laughably tone-deaf scene where everyone kneels before Tony's corpse was cut, because he directly harmed many of the people there, Wanda most of all. And then she never gets to learn that Tony's insistence against rewinding time is the reason Vision is gone for good.

WandaVision is supposed to be her big time in the spotlight. And it is... but it's still not worthy of her. Setting aside how annoying it was that no one was interested in Wanda at all while the show was being released and were only interested in how the series could be used as a vehicle to introduce stuff like mutants, the series made a massive error in prioritizing audience intrigue over character consistency. What do I mean by that? Well, pure and simple, the Wanda Maximoff I know and love would never, and I mean NEVER, be complicit in the enslavement and torture of 4,000 people (many of whom are children). And the show itself seems to agree with me, as the final few episodes make it crystal-clear she had no idea how this started or what the Hex was doing to anyone. There's just one problem with that; the majority of the show was implying she knew she was in full control (all those time resets, her throwing Monica out, her whole argument with Vision, her expanding the Hex). Clearly these moments were meant to keep the audience guessing as to what was really happening, but the result was Wanda being insanely out of character, and the show itself highlights that. So yeah, if Elizabeth Olsen wasn't so proud of the show, I would write it off completely despite how much I loved certain parts of it (mostly just the final two episodes for actually letting her be the hero she really is).

I have no kind words whatsoever for Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness. Fuck that movie. And fuck Marvel for letting Sam Raimi and Michael Waldron turn Wanda into a one-note slasher villain and making her many many haters feel validated. The fact that it was sheer incompetence that led to this and not open malice is honestly even worse, because that's how little this character is valued.

So yeah, while I love everything about Wanda as a person, she's way too good for any of the projects she appears in, and if I had my way I'd pluck her out of the MCU and put her in a universe where she can truly be loved and valued like she deserves to be (with her permission of course).

[jtargaryen18]

Jamie's Halloween Challenge 2023

It's almost time for Halloween and no one throws a Halloween party like Tony Stark. No expense is spared and anyone who is anyone makes an appearance at the Avengers compound for the event. Tony also loves surprises, and he has plenty for the guests at this year’s event.

You (or your OC) is there as an invited guest or maybe you work for Stark Industries. Your choice. Your challenge, if you choose to accept it, is to write a sizzling Halloween story. It can be dark, scary, or just really sexy, but the goal is a smutty good Halloween read.

CHARACTERS: Reader insert or OC (your choice) x any of the established Avengers, their foes, or other important characters in the MCU. You can also select a character played by an MCU actor (i.e. Bucky Barnes or Nick Fowler, Charles Blackwood, etc.) Multiple partners are allowed. LGBTQ+ stories are welcome here.

PROMPTS: You must pick one and submit it with your character choices.

The Mysterious Neighbor: Your neighbor's house always seemed normal until Halloween night. You notice something strange and decide to investigate.

A Night in the Haunted House: I don’t know why you’re there when you’re supposed to be at the party. You tell me.

The Unusual Pumpkin Patch: One pumpkin in the local patch grows faster and looks different from the others. You take it home.

The Halloween Costume Comes to Life: Remember that episode of Buffy? You rented a costume and when you put it on, that’s who you are as long as you are wearing it.

Halloween Candy: Tony only buys the good stuff when it comes to Halloween candy. But be careful. There’s a reason there are no kids at this party. Some of the candies are a pretty potent aphrodisiac.

The Unexpected Visitor: On Halloween night, an unexpected visitor knocks at your door. It's not a trick-or-treater but something else.

The Disappearing Act: A drink at Tony’s party turns you (or your significant other) invisible for Halloween night. What do you do?

7 Minutes in… Where?: You know the game. Only when you and your significant other are locked in the closet for 7 minutes, you’re transported somewhere else.

The Frightening Feast: Tony has quite a spread at the party. Be careful. Each dish has magical properties.

The Portal in the Pumpkin: You carve one of the pumpkins Tony ordered, but this one turns out to be a portal to somewhere else...

RULES:

You must be 18 to write for this challenge and it must be legal to participate where you are.

While a smutty good story is the goal, no incest, underage characters, bestiality, or toilet kinks.

Dark stories are welcome. Bonus points if they’re scary.

Stories can be reader insert (preferable) but can be OC.

At some point in the story, your characters must attend Tony’s party, be planning to go to the party, or just come from the party. Bonus points if Tony makes an appearance, even if it’s brief.

You must send me an ask with your characters of choice and the prompt of your choice. `(Example: Steve Rogers x Reader and Halloween Candy)

Minimum word count is 1k words. The max length is up to you.

For this challenge, the fic must be brand new. No tie-ins to existing fics or series. No recycled stories.

Please add a “keep reading” function after 300 words and apply all needed warnings and labels to your fic.

You don’t have to follow me, just tag me in your posts and use the Hashtag #JamiesHalloween2023. If I don’t reblog your story within 3 days, please DM me.

DEADLINE: October 31, 2023

I haven't done one of these in a while and I don't know if anyone will want to participate so no limits on characters or prompts. Each story will be amazing.

Thank you!

THE STORIES

The Closet of Desire by @nicoline1998enilocin

Bad Moon Rising by @spectre-posts

Toys 'R' Us by @americasass81

Seven Minutes Pt 1 & Pt 2 by @anika-ann

The Past Always Catches Up by @holylulusworld

Something Else by @nekoannie-chan

Spiked Candy by @nicoline1998enilocin

Embracing the Darkness by @americasass81

The Mysterious House on Easton Avenue by @talesofadragon

Circles by @the-soulofdevil

Taste Me on Your Tongue by @autumnrose40

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[doctorstrangereview]

0134: Doctor Strange (vol. 2) #6

Cover Date: February 1975 On-Sale Date: November 12, 1974

And thus we begin arc two of Doc's second solo series. Sadly we lose the brilliant Frank Brunner who gives us one last gasp by penciling the cover. The equally brilliant, but stylistically very different, Gene Colan rejoins the title after a wonderful run on Doc's first solo run. Steve goes back to basics with some returning villains along with a legal loophole, to be explored later in the arc. And Clea goes off on her own for a bit.

It's a wonderful day. Doc and Clea are taking a stroll in the park. Doc has even conjured an illusion that makes their normie clothes look like their sorcery clothes. It's quite spiffy.

The magical pair aren't just here for a relaxing walk. They have a little mission. A few issues ago (about eight months ago in real time as Doc is a bi-monthly title) there was a little mishap with a little rabbit who became a big rabbit and then ran away. For one of the first times in comic history there will be a hero dealing with the consequences of his battles. Our giant Leporidae has found himself a member of the Central Park Zoo.

Clea decides that casting her spell to return the big-eared fluffy while in ghost form. Gene and colorist Petra Goldberg make the choice of having Clea's astral body be a pale pastel version of her physical self. She's also wearing her funky collared sorcery outfit. This makes sense as her miniskirt is really an illusion.

Clea restores the creature to it's former reduced glory and returns to her body after causing a minor ado by appearing to faint. After departing from the rabbit's vicinity the pair run into a junkie who will hold something of a significant role in the story.

Doc explains heroin addiction to Clea and expresses his disapproval of the young man's habit. The young man retorts with along winded speech about destruction and walks away. Clea asks if there's anything they can do and Doc replies "It's beyond even a Sorcerer Supreme." It turns out the encounter wasn't accidental. Mr. Young Junkie was testing the pair!

This leads to another "chance" encounter that's anything but. Doc disguises the incident from the rabble, but we, the readers, get to see the exciting parts. The little old lady who bumps into our pair of heroes is really Umar, the Unrelenting!

Doc dispatches Umar and her hordes a bit too easily.

Yup, Umar has ulterior motives as well. We'll learn that two characters having ulterior motives isn't a coincidence. Doc realizes that things went too easily. He and Clea enter the Sanctum Sanctorum with a neat effect by Gene.

Doc believes that Dormammu is behind this and recalls the events of the Avengers/Defenders war and a later encounter with the Watcher who says Dormie would regenerate and be reborn. Doc attempts to use the Orb of Agamotto to track Umar, but she blocks his efforts. Doc goes to the Dark Dimension to investigate further, but Clea doesn't accompany him and refuses to explain why. It's a neat exit after all the portal stuff you see in the MCU films.

We even get a call-back to Doc's rebirth in issue #4 as he travels far away.

The Ankh will show up sporadically for a couple of years only to be forgotten and never seen again in modern times. Doc's role is done for this issue. Let's look in on Clea.

Clea walks around town contemplating if she should tell Doc why she refused to join him in the Dark Dimension. As she looks around she sees that the city has suddenly transformed into an ancient, virgin forest. There's even a creepy voice calling Clea's name.

We will learn this is Mother Nature! (Eventually we will learn that she is Thor's mommy as well.) She even slightly resembles Dena Dietrich of those old Chiffon Margarine commecials!

Clea returns to the Sanctum and orders poor Wong to attend her as she will be journeying outside her body. (Her words.) Clea heads to Earth's core. Mother Nature warns her away. She was expecting Clea to enlist Doc in the cause.

Clea is attacked by demons on the way down. They surround her on one side and she is backed against supernatural lava. Clea is unable to flee. Clea then discovers what is causing the problems at Earth's core.

Steve and Gene have given us quite the run-up to the newest tale. Steve started in the middle of an arc. The next two arcs get off the ground practically from the first page. This is a slower burn. We have an idyllic opening. Doc and Clea are leisurely ambling though the park to take care of a minor matter. Steve plants some clues that seem lacking significance now, but will be more heavily involved in the story later. Doc is tough and clever. He demonstrates decent detective skills. And he's emotional and tender with Clea.

It's an excellent start for the updated creative team!

[legalandnotease]

it is concerning how much faith Tony fans have in the government and the political establishment: especially the ones who call themselves "liberal".

Like, its a consistent theme throughout the MCU that establishment figures and politicians cannot be trusted. They're almost always the villians or aligned witht the villians.

They never pass up an oppurtunity to screw over the little people. Which is arguably one of the most realistic aspects of the MCU.

Take how they say Steve "should have gone throught the right legal channels" to help Bucky in Civil War.

The movie takes great pains to show us that Steve *tried to do that*. Like Bucky let himself be arrested as soon as he got away from Ross kill squad.

And what happened? He's handed over to the CIA and denied a trial or legal representation (E. Ross laughing at the idea of him having a lawyer which is a human right enshrined in International law)

Its clearly shown that those in power were *not interested* in who really bombed the UN. They just got hold of the nearest convenient scapegoat and wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible to look good. To look as though they were doing something.

No due process, no investigation. Zip. They didn't even bother with proper security at the detention facility considering Zemo was just able to walk in armed only with a fake ID card.

Steve was basically *forced* to clear Bucky's name himself, because the establishment were not interested in real justice. It wasn't even some "arrogant American" version of justice either.

Like... finding the *right* person who bombed the UN and killed King T'Chaka should have been a priority for anybody.

Convicting the wrong person for a crime is contrary to most people's interpetation of justice, because it means that the person who actually did it goes unpunished.

[shroombloom95]

Intro Post!

cus I never made one, and I probably should...

Helloooo various peoples! My name is ShroomBloom, but you can call me Shroom (maybe one day I shall reveal my real true name...)! You can also try to give me another nickname if you want, I don't mind!

I'm an AuDHD theater kid with bad anxiety, insomnia, religious trauma, and a tendency to call my friends sluts; I'm currently a junior in high school (you can infer my age from that ig), and have many obsessions, including but not limited to: TADC, Arcane (my favorite show of all time), Stranger Things, FNAF (LOOOOOREEE), and Life is Strange (my favorite video game!).

Right now, I go to an arts high school, and at my school we are able to focus on a type of art to study, so I'm studying acting, with the hope of one day becoming a Voice Actor!

I'm AFAB and am gender non-conforming, so any pronouns are fine! I'm also Pansexual/Panromantic, Ambiamorous, and Demisexual! I'm not currently in a relationship cus my romantic life and luck are REALLY fucked (if you want the full story, ask me!).

There is a small chance that someday I'll write some fan fictions, we'll have to wait and see! This blog will mostly be me just sharing my thoughts and some randomness.

Some fandoms that I'm in that I didn't list earlier are:

Star Wars (NOT THE SEQUELS), HTTYD, Wednesday, Marvel/the MCU (I don't like a lot of the newer movies and shows, but some of them are good), Good Omens (I've read the book, but haven't actually seen the show yet, however I do know the plot), Murder drones, Trollhunters (and Wizards and 3Below! I don't acknowledge the movie), EPIC the Musical, The Last of Us, Genshin Impact, Heathers (the musical, I haven't seen the other stuff), and there are probably more but I can't think of them right now.

Please ask me questions about shows and movies, especially Arcane, cus I have THOUGHTS.

uh what else.... Oh! If you want proof that I'm not a vampire, ask me how I make pasta! ummmm I really like Neoni (they're my favorite musical artist!).

If you ever wanna rant or info dump or anything, or just need some support, message me! I’m always willing to listen!

One small note: I'm legally a minor! Generally, I'll answer any question I'm asked, but if I'm uncomfortable with something I'll set a boundary. Please respect the boundaries I set.

Thats it for now! enjoy my weirdness!

[findingstony]

Hello!

I'm looking for a fic and this is what I remember:

It's more like a dark steve rogers fic but he's called Commander in this fic. He's sort of a dictator? in the world he comes from. Everyone is kinda afraid of him.

(And he meets MCU Steve Rogers in that fic too and I'm 80% sure he kills him? Or captures him or something? He's also not a fan of Bucky or anyone that can get between him and Tony).

I just know that he loves Tony, to the point of obsessed and he's able to travel to another universe and swears to do everything to make Tony happy. (Also the not legal stuff.)

Oh, and in the end, when Tony dies of old age, Commander Steve takes his own life because he doesn't see a point to his life anymore because Tony is gone. (I'm pretty sure they are married too .)

So, does anyone have an idea?!

Thank you!

Sounds like you’re looking for “Coming Up Roses” by NobodysBloodyPrincess!

Don’t forget to comment, bookmark, and leave kudos!

On AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14388798

[3mcwriting]

Any Fan's Dream, Part 16

Any Fan's Dream Masterlist

Synopsis:

When you look around and see Avengers Tower in front of you and Peter Parker beside you, you wonder how the hell you managed to get into the MCU.

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"What were you thinking?" Natasha paced the room, her controlled voice contrasting her angry movements. 

Under normal circumstances, you would be completely distraught and self-deprecating if Natasha Romanoff was upset with you, but these were anything but normal circumstances. You had no doubt the guilt would register soon, but at the moment, you were too lost in your head. 

They left you. 

How the fuck were you gonna help now?

You knew that soon, tomorrow most likely (if Tony's deal with Ross still happened), the team would be fighting. It made you angry to think about how Peter would be dragged into the fight by Tony/ You had to do something but you didn't see any chance that Natasha would let you out of her sights. You couldn't just sneak out again. Not with Natasha watching over you and Tony's security system. 

"What are you thinking about?" The sheer amount of exasperation in her voice made you look up.

"I'm sorry, Nat," you mumbled.

Her face softened. "(y/n), please, talk to me. Are you okay?"

'Are you okay?'

Well, you never could answer that question quite honestly.

"I'm just..." your voice faltered, soft and grieving, "...they left me. How did this happen?"

Natasha felt her heart break at the hopeless look in your eyes, your voice the voice of someone who was giving up. She sat down beside you, the couch sinking beneath her weight. 

Looking you dead in the eyes, she said, "None of this is your fault. Okay? None of it."

You shook your head, barely able to keep the tears from escaping. "It is. All of it. I should've been able to stop it."

"How? How was one person going to change this? (y/n), you can't see the future, and even if you could, this was going to happen. After all the things that have happened, there was no avoiding this." Nat wrapped her arms around you, letting you rest your head on her shoulder. "Listen, (y/n), you haven't done anything wrong."

You sobbed, tears escaping your eyes at her words. You hurriedly tried to wipe them, not wanting to ruin Nat's shirt. "It's all my fault. I should've stopped it."

"Hey, no, no. Don't think that. This isn't your fault, okay?" Natasha rubbed your back soothingly, trying to provide whatever comfort she could. 

You wanted to believe her. 

But you couldn't.

Not when you knew the timeline backwards and forward, not when you'd been obsessed with the MCU for years, dreaming of meeting your heroes for so long you couldn't remember ever wanting anything else.

But you had already broken down enough. It didn't matter if you felt like shit, your guilt building daily. You would use that guilt, you would use whatever you could to make sure that it didn't end the same. 

So you forced yourself to stop the tears, pulling away from Natasha reluctantly and drying your face with your sleeve. 

"Nat, do you really think that signing the Accords will help?"

If she was anyone else, someone not quite as good at hiding their emotions, she would've stiffened. Instead, she looked at you, surprised. "I don't think that matters right now. You shouldn't worry about this stuff, you should be resting."

It was apparent she didn't want to talk about it, but you needed to know. "Do you, Nat? Like, you believe that everything will be better if you sign that thing? Speaking of, there's no way that it's legal to spring all that on you guys with only three days notice, is there? And even if there is, it's bullshit."

"There's not many options, (y/n)."

"I know, which is ridiculous. You all have saved the world multiple times and now they're tryna punish you for it. How is that fair?"

She smiled sadly. "Not everybody cares about what's fair."

Unfortunately, you knew that fact all too well.

~~

Natasha couldn’t believe you had done that- 

Snuck out, snuck in to a government building, then ran around with some fugitives, all of it the day after getting a concussion. 

How could you be so reckless? She knew you were smart, knew you understood the risks to your health, the dangers of hanging around people wanted by over 110 countries, people who were being hunted by some not-so-friendly soldiers.

When she had received the call that you had arrived at the building and you weren’t answering her calls, she knew what was happening.

But she knew why you did it.

Of course she knew.

At times, Natasha also felt like saying “fuck the world” and running off with her new family. 

But she couldn’t do that- not like before. There was too much at risk. Too many people could get hurt. Hell, you were already hurt. 

There were too many things wrong, too many dangers of not signing the Accords. And sure, she knew that the UN had deliberately informed them only days before to ensure their cooperation, but she also knew she couldn’t do anything about that shit.

And the reality was, the Avengers did deserve to be held accountable. Even Steve understood that. The problem was that the UN wasn’t just demanding their accountability, it was also demanding total control of everything they did. That’s the part she had a problem with, and also the part Steve had acted out on.

They wanted to treat the Avengers like their own personal group of attack dogs- just as Hydra had done to the Winter Soldier. 

But Natasha knew just how far the governments would go to have them under control, she’d seen the things people in power would do for control, she couldn’t allow that sort of danger to happen to the people she loved. 

Even if she didn’t agree, for the moment, she knew she would go along with the Accords. 

If only to keep the people she cared about safe.

~~

You looked up when you heard the phone ring.

For once, it wasn't your phone going off. It was Natasha's. Well, you had smashed your phone so that option was out. 

Wait- 

Smashed the phone. The phone Tony gave you. The new phone. Fuuuck.

"What, Tony?" Natasha said, answering the call. 

You watched, trying to see if her body language gave away anything. But then it was Natasha Romanoff, so of course her body language didn't betray anything.

Even when Nat ended the call, you still knew just about nothing concerning what she had been talking about with Tony. That was, until she looked at you and sighed.

~~

"Why am I here again?" Your voice was nervous, appropriate since you were back in the building you had snuck into earlier. You felt like you were in trouble and your stomach felt like someone was jumping around inside it.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe so you don't run off with people wanted by the law again?"

That's fair.

You were pretty sure you knew why Natasha had had to meet Tony. 

~~

"I don't suppose you have any idea where they are?" The Secretary's question was loaded with dissatisfaction. 

You were already fuming just standing in the presence of the man.

"We will. GSG-9's got the borders covered. Recon's flying 24/7. They'll get a hit. We'll handle it." Tony was trying to reason with the dumbass man.

"You don't get it, Stark. It's not yours to handle. It's clear you can't be objective. I'm putting Special Ops on this."

You gritted your teeth, barely able to restrain yourself from erupting at the man. Natasha had reluctantly brought you there and she would not be happy if you started another argument with Ross.

Natasha spoke up. "What happens when the shooting starts? What, do you kill Steve Rogers?" 

"If we're provoked. Barnes would've been eliminated in Romania if it wasn't for Rogers. There are dead people who would be alive now. Feel free to check my math." 

You know what? Fuck it.

"'If it wasn't for Rogers', yeah, you know what else would've happened if it wasn't for him?” The eyes of three other people drew to you at you words, all with different looks behind their gaze. "Do you have any actual appreciation for the man? He sacrificed so much for what he believed in, saving countless lives. And he never tried to nuke a city with millions of people in it. Tell me how he's the villain in this situation."

Ross's jaw ticked. "The situations are entirely different. And you keep bringing up the same thing, seems like children really can't get over anything."

For a moment, you were truly speechless. 

Did this cranberry fucknugget just imply that nuking New York was something that you could just "get over"?

"You're a piece of shit." Your voice showed exactly how astonished and disgusted you were. "You really think that genocide is something that people should just 'get over'? Do you have no appreciation for human life? Fuck, and you're saying the Avengers are reckless and have no accountability. Where's your accountability you fucking asshole?"

You were seething, quite possibly the angriest you had ever been. 

Did this shitstain hear himself? 

"Who do you think you're talking to? I'm the Secretary of State of the United States of America. You're just a random kid who thinks they actually know something about the world. Well, guess what, sweetheart? The adults are talking."

You had never wanted more to hit someone than you did at that moment. Your fists were already clenched and you were right on the fucking edge of just letting loose and beating the old fucker. 

You weren't the only person who was close to going off on the bastard. 

"'Adults'? Really?" you scoffed. "Sure doesn't seem like you, you dumbfucker. You think that murdering millions is something that anybody should just get over, you inconsiderate shitstain."

"Stark, get a hold of your pet," Ross sneered at you. 

Natasha had watched you go off on the stain of humanity but couldn't stand by any longer, even if you were perfectly capable of cursing him to hell and back. 

Tony looked at Natasha and gulped.

She looked willing to kill.

"I would recommend shutting up if you want to leave alive, Secretary." Tony enunciated the word, ensuring that Ross knew just how little he gave a fuck about his position.

"Is that a threat?" Ross was uneasy but trying to remain confident, unfortunately for him, all his bluster was falling short.

"A threat? That?" Tony laughed. "No. But I do think that look is." He nodded to Natasha's expression.

When Ross saw the way Natasha was looking at him, he was reminded exactly who the most dangerous person in the room was. It wasn't the fuming teenager berating him, nor was it the billionaire glaring at him, it was the woman who had been scarily silent the whole time.

"We will get Rogers back." Natasha's words left no room for argument. "You will give us three days to gather them before sending out the guns."

Ross sputtered. "Three days? What? Are you crazy?" His protests died out the longer Natasha looked at him. He cleared his throat. "Fine. Three days. All of them." 

And he left the room, trying to make it look like he hadn't been two seconds away from shitting himself. He didn't like Stark very much, but at least he knew how to handle him. He didn't think he could handle you or Romanoff. The two of you looked at him like you could snap his neck and enjoy it. 

With the cockroach gone, you could finally unclench your fists. You had been so fucking close to throwing hands and while you appreciated Natasha standing up for you, you were sure you would've enjoyed cursing out the stupid ass-monkey to make sure he understood what a shit human he really was. 

Although, you had something much more important to focus on.

He had given Nat and Tony three days. Three. In the movie, he had given them half that. 

Which meant that despite how little it felt like it, things were changing, and at that point, you didn't care if it was directly your doing. 

Now, you had a bit more hope. With a little extra time, maybe you could help the team. You just needed to find a way to convince Tony and Steve to come to some sort of agreement, of course, Steve didn't really have a problem with compromise, but he had a major problem with the abuse of power the Accords were asking for. So you needed to figure out a way for the Accords to change. After all, none of the Avengers had a problem with taking accountability, but they would need permission from the UN for any actions they tried to take and that could mean deaths that should've been avoided. 

Yes, mistakes had been made by the Avengers, especially by Tony, but the Accords weren't just. Tony was signing them out of his own guilt, because of Sokovia. And after what his actions led to, he definitely needed more regulation, but imposing those same restrictions on the rest of the team wasn't fair. 

It wasn't right and it could mean the death of countless people as a result, it was no mystery why Steve hadn't been on-board. Tony just wanted a quick fix for all the mistakes he'd made, Steve understood that the Accords wouldn't fix everything and even more people would be put at risk. 

"The Accords have to change," you stated firmly.

Tony opened his mouth, ready to retort, but he stopped. He wanted to hear what you were going to say. He had allowed his guilt to influence his own decisions but he couldn't force anyone else to do something because of his mistakes.

You thought of the raft prison in the middle of the ocean, of the way Wanda had looked restrained and most likely drugged. "They aren't right. Look through the papers, there's so much morally wrong with it. I looked through them," you lied, "it mentions a raft prison in the middle of the ocean if you don't comply and they have the right to restrain you and hurt you as much as they think is justified."

Natasha had learned better than to be shocked by the atrocities of the government and so she believed you whole-heartedly, even if she didn't want to think that after everything, people still wanted to treat them like monsters rather than humans. 

You continued, desperately trying to make them see how wrong everything was so they could help you make it right. "You can't force Steve to basically sign away all his human rights- you should never ask anyone to do that. This shit is all so deeply flawed and you can't just go along with it. How many people will suffer because of this thing? Because none of you can do anything without the permission of the UN? Taking accountability and being kept in check is fine, but how is keeping all of you as mindless soldiers without a single shred of autonomy any better than how Hydra used the Winter Soldier?"

[shy-town-art]

Marvel MCU RP Request!

I am rotating through spins faster than the speed of light right now I swear

Hello! It is me again- 🧠🧟Zombie 🧟🧠- looking for people to roleplay some Marvel stuff with!! I am 21 so will only interact with people who are 18+, and I roleplay on Discord so...yeah! I will send that over via DMs hehe.

Please not I am still a university student (lol) so if my responses are sparse...that is why! If I'm gone for over a week you are more than welcome to nudge me :3

I can play (Note: I'm fiending to write some Bucky and maybe some Clint/ Hawkeye):

Bucky

Loki

Pietro

Zemo

Natasha

Hawkeye/ Clint

There are a couple more but for now these are my main muses (or even kins haha).

If you have a canon ship please do let me know this beforehand and I will let you know if I am comfortable with that! Headcanons for the canon characters are also extremely welcome as I have a couple of my own.

I also do OC x OC rps! Or even OC x canon rps if anyone would like that! However, I only do shipping content with the canon characters, OC x canon or OC x OC in terms of romantic/ sexual relationships are limited to my close friends I'm afraid! If you have an oc feel free to literally tell me everything about them, original characters are also my special interest so Imm very curious and excited!!

With that being said I am also looking for friends! I enjoy speaking OOC, making playlists, pinboards, art, fic writing....general yapping! So don't be afraid to get in touch and be silly 😎

I have roleplayed for over a decade. I use past tense, 3rd person and write ~1000 words per response (or around 8-10+ paragraphs if I'm incredibly inspired!) So safe to say I am looking for advanced/ novella roleplayers! I'm NSFW friendly so long as it is consensual and legal (please please please don't be weird...) and I only have one thing that is off limits!

It is a non-negotiable that if you bring up a certain terminal illness that starts with c and rhymes with dancer I will block you- no questions asked.

Feel free to come throw your plots at me! I have a couple of my own to share! Like this post, comment, or even just DM if you'd like and let's get in touch!

Please help I am rotting away for some Marvel content.