#she thinks s is just so fun she thinks he is just marvellous. i may have gotten a little too into her in replying to this ask but thats

[steelycunt]

ok but what if you ran into both r and S at a lil welsh shop what then.......

well if i ran into both r and s at my local greengrocers in the little welsh village in which i live i would at first cheerfully greet r and immediately begin to affectionately fuss over him (initially oblivious to his awkward and embarrassed blush and the presence of a second boy beside him) including commenting on how he was just a little dwt of a boy the last time i remember seeing him and his mother in the village and my how he's grown! shot up like a bean sprout he has! though still far too skinny mind you. and how is his mother? and how is the school going? because yes now i recall hope mentioning how he was up at that boarding school...are they feeding him enough? he's a growing boy remember! look at him! and then i would have to smooth his hair down because it has gotten so shaggy and unruly! is that the style for boys these days? (he would politely answer each of my questions and allow me to fret over him in this way without pointing out that his scruffy mop of hair is in fact a deliberate style choice). but then! as i am patting his fringe down i realise he is not here alone! there is another young boy standing in the queue with him! and so well of course i apologise and acknowledge him and ask if he is one of r's little friends from the boarding school and what is his name and how is he? and his little friend--he's wearing an earring! how very fun!--introduces himself and my what an accent! an english boy! it's like i'm talking to the queen! but he's a very polite boy and in fact he tells me he is not only one of r's little friends--he is r's boyfriend! fancy that! two young sweethearts! and well r is blushing furiously now poor lad but i think that is just delightful, and i tell this s boy well i tell him now i've known r since he came up to my knee and now i'm meeting his boyfriend! well i never! and well i happen to have a nephew who is also gay do they know him maybe? his name is gethin he's a very sweet boy--dating a rugby player! can you believe it? and the greengrocer's queue is moving now and it's nearly my turn (the two boys are very aware that we are holding other people up and are glancing around at the other waiting customers every now and then during our conversation but are far too well-mannered to point this out to me) but before i go i have to tell s dear how nice it was to meet him! and i have to turn to r and loudly stage-whisper he's lovely isn't he? he's very handsome! such long hair! like a rockstar! and before r can wish for the ground to swallow him whole i have to tell him to of course give all my love to his mother and tell her i've been growing strawberries in my garden this summer and would she like some? i've got too many! she could make a jam! and that reminds me! i will dig furiously in my massive handbag for far too long to be a comfortable period of time and eventually i will produce two more boiled sweeties for them! one each for you boys! and i will make them promise to be good and take care now before i finally proceed with purchasing the fruits and veg that i set out to buy xx

[spookshollow]

Making Zoro Smile

OPLA! Roronoa Zoro x Reader

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Zoro was taken his usual nap on deck, as Luffy and Usopp was having fun together, as Nami was busy with her maps,

You had been with the crew for a while, Zoro have saved you from Buggy and Luffy wanted you to join and so you did, and well you didn't know why Luffy wanted you.

You don't have any skills, not that you know of, maybe good at cleaning, maybe that's what Luffy wanted you here was cause of your cleaning?

But thought everyone was amazing and friendly to you, you always stayed with Zoro,

Yes, you may have a crush on Zoro, I mean who wouldn't with how handsome he was, and with his beautiful eyes and you know he would have such a wonderful smile, so you always wanted to make him smile, to make him happy

You tried everything, chatting to him, making him food,(though it isn't always the best made) anything you could think of, After a while you just gave up.

You glance at Zoro as he slept peacefully, you sigh as you silently got up and went over to Nami as she looked over at me with that familiar smirk,

"still looking for ways to make Zoro smile (Y/N)?" You slump down on the chair as she placed her map on the table and held my shoulder gently, "I mean how am I supposed to make him smile?" You knew you couldn't find anything to make this lifelong dream now to come true as Nami shook you gently making you look at her.

"His Swords" you look at her confused as she laughed before continuing, "You are great at cleaning, why don't you clean his swords, he would be happy I think?" That actually would work, you thought, as you slowly got up and running out to the deck.

You still see that he was still sleeping, you slowly but surely tried your best to take his swords as he has such mighty grip.

But you thanked the heavens above as you managed to get the swords out of his grip and you quietly make your way to where Nami was,

She was surprised by how you managed to take the swords with ease, as you smiled with such pride and unshield his swords as you marveled at how graceful his swords are, but know it is quite dirty, as you began to clean his swords for perfection.

Zoro had woken up and noticed his swords were missing, he quickly gotten up in a flash and went straight to Luffy, "hey! Where had you left my swords?" Luffy looked at him confused as Usopp backed away slowly as Zoro looked over to him, "I've seen (Y/N) carrying them, she looked like she was going to clean them" Zoro stood there baffled by this as he wonder why would she take his swords and clean them.

"Wait so you hadn't noticed with (Y/N)?" Luffy looked at Zoro with surprise as Zoro stood there kinda awkwardly as Luffy and Usopp explained about (Y/N)'s feeling for Zoro as they said it was completely noticeable, Zoro took in this information as he began to realise how she acted around him, Zoro did found (Y/N) cute, and adorable but he never could outright say it infront of her, he was afraid she wouldn't like him that way.

"Oh Zoro! There you are, I was wondering where you were" he turned around and had seen (Y/N) trying her best to hold his swords together, "I was wondering where they were" Zoro walked over and gently took his swords off her hands, as his hands gently brush over your arm, you immediately started to blush, he was freaking out in the inside but he kept his cool as he had a faint smirk on his face.

He unshielded his sword out to have a look at, and he noticed how clean and sharp it was, it was so shiny he could see his face reflect off his sword, "I just thought of cleaning your swords today as you were asleep, I hope you like it" You tried to quickly run down the stairs but Zoro called you as you froze there.

He walked round to stand in front of you as he put his swords back around his waist again, he placed both his hands on your shoulders as you glance up and saw something you never imagined you would ever see.

Zoro was smiling, and it was beautiful, you couldn't help but smile back to him, as he lean down and gave your cheek a quick kiss "Thank you so much, (Y/N)" you couldn't believe it, first Zoro smiled, and now he had kiss your cheek, could it get any better? "Ah, Zoro! You miss" Zoro knew what you had meant as he lean down and captured your lips in the most sweetest, breathtaking kiss you ever had.

Luffy and Usopp glance over from where they are stand smiling two each other "see I told you Zoro would kiss her first" Luffy said with pride as he walked over the railings and looked out at sea, as Usopp groaned in defeat, "well I never thought they would finally kiss" as he joined with Luffy, leaving Zoro and (Y/N) at peace for now

[amazingmsme]

Fish Out of Water

AN: after a fun festive weekend I’m back on the grind baby! I’d been looking forward to writing a fic like this ever since I saw some siren!Odysseus art with Penelope a few months ago & knew I just had to write something! Here’s day 25’s fic!

Being chased by Poseidon was perhaps the greatest thing to happen to Odysseus, because it lead him straight to the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. Penelope.

Sure the tides had receded, and he was trapped in a shallow pool, and there wasn't much to eat, but it was worth it for every minute he got to spend with her.

She sat on a rock by the edge, dipping her feet in the cool water as they talked. He leaned against the same rock, halfway out of the water. He propped his head up in one hand, staring at her with a completely lovestruck gaze.

"Your scales are beautiful in this light," she said in awe, watching as the rays of sun bounced off his golden orange scales, blotted with patches of red.

Odysseus hummed in agreement, "Yes you are- I-I mean!" he stuttered to correct himself, cheeks flushing when she giggled. "Yeah, the light really makes the colors pop," he continued, rubbing the back of his neck shyly.

"You know... I've always wondered what your tail feels like. I mean, it's probably the first thing that came to mind," she admitted, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. He immediately perked up, embarrassment forgotten at the prospect.

"Well why didn't you just say so? Curiosity is only natural," he purred, tossing a wink her way. She laughed again, and his heart fluttered. How did he get so lucky?

"My apologies for trying to be polite," she teased right back. She held out her hand, hovering over his tail. "May I?" she asked, waiting for a nod of approval before touching down.

His scales were incredibly smooth, and softer than she was expecting. Even when she rubbed against the scales, they didn't scratch or snag on her skin. There was a slickness to it, like when you touched algae, but not quite.

"You're very smooth," she complimented. His lips quirked up into a proud smirk.

"Thanks. I think the freshwater's been good for my skin. I never really noticed how much the salt dries you out until now," he noted, studying his own scales with the same fascination she was.

"Really? Fascinating?" she continued to pet the smooth scales, enjoying the gentle bump of each scale beneath her nails. It made a soft, satisfying clacking sound that she hummed along to. Odysseus smiled wider, trying not to twitch underneath her touch. He wanted to impress her, not humiliate himself. He bit his lip to dampen his smile, giggles already building up inside his chest. He was grateful that she seemed too busy to notice.

Penelope was completely enthralled. She traced the unique, blotchy patterns, adding just a bit more pressure. His tail was all muscle, and a complete marvel of nature. (Okay, so maybe she just wanted to feel how strong he was, is that such a crime?)

Odysseus sucked in a breath when she pressed against his tail; a sudden electric feeling shot through his body and he bit back a smile. The water splashed when his tail slapped the surface as she struck a particularly sensitive spot. She drew her hand back immediately, worry etching her features.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you!" she was quick to apologize, but Odysseus was just as quick to put her at ease.

"You didn't! It just tickled a little and it caught me off guard," he explain. Her concern faded away to curiosity, a smirk playing at her lips with mischief alight in her eyes.

"It did? I had no idea sirens were ticklish," she purred, scooting closer. Odysseus chuckled nervously and leaned away, but other than that, he made no move to escape.

"Sailors don't like to spread those rumors. They want us to be scary," he joked, barring his teeth and claws to appear more intimidating. If Penelope didn't know him, it probably would've worked.

But she just found out he was ticklish and when he flashed his sharp teeth, all she could think about was a wide, carefree smile. She wondered what his laughter would sound like.

Time to find out.

"And it would be such a shame if the truth came out, wouldn't it?" she asked as she lunged for his tail. He yelped when she began kneading up and down the dense muscles, and he fell back against the rock as honest to the Gods giggles escaped his lips.

Penehehelopehehehe, wahahait!" he cried out, slapping his tail around to try and squirm away. It was no use, and her hands continued to explore his tail.

"What am I waiting for exactly?" she teased, scratching her nails against his scales to create a satisfyingly rhythmic clacking sound, but it could barely be heard over the force of his laughter. His voice head loud and higher pitched than she expected, more like hysterical giggling than anything else. It deepened to carefree belly laughs when she went back to kneading the muscle, managing to draw out a snort.

"I-I dohohon't knohohow!" he admitted, not trying very hard to make her stop. He flopped around on the rock like, well, like a fish out of water. It was cute, a little bit funny, and incredibly endearing.

"Well then, I guess I should just keep going," she cooed, scribbling closer to his flukes. His voice jumped an octave and he tucked his tail close, trying to turn away from her on the rock. She laid across his lap to reach his fins, scribbling and tracing along the thin skin.

"Noooo," he whined playfully, squirming beneath her. He was having the time of his life giggling at the hands of the sweetest, most beautiful woman he's ever met. She was actually touching him, without an ounce of fear or hesitation! She explored this silly weakness they share, eagerly drawing out giggly shrieks and snorts as she lovingly taunted him.

"I think it's pronounced yes," she corrected, snickering to herself as she traced the edges of his fin, softly rubbing them between her thumb and forefinger.

He arched his back and squealed, followed by boisterous laughter as he finally gave up the fight and flopped back down on the rock, completely at her mercy. His smile was so wide, it nearly split his face in two, as he did nothing but laugh. He had every opportunity to escape; hell, all he had to do was roll back in the water, maybe even drag her down with him as payback.

But he didn't want that.

What he really wanted was to laugh the day away in Penelope's arms. Luckily for him, she wanted the same thing.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Do this whenever you want, or just tell me if your burned out for TADC requests and I’ll put it on the back burner. So, there I was, sick as a dog (still am urgh) and had an idea. Could you do the crew with their s/o who got sick via a virus, like a legitimate computer virus that infected them and got them ill. Found it amusing and as a fun way to introduce real world problems to them in the digital world.

Again, this is low priority so you don’t have to worry about it too much. But other then that, I hope you’re having a marvellous day.

TADC cast x reader w/ a computer virus!

Rolling out a request before I work on art stuff tonight, this might be the nights last post !! Still stuck on mobile since my cramps are still. Keeping me from being able to do stuff at my computer <\3

Written these as a group thing since I was struggling to come up with hcs for separate characters <\3

I know you likely meant this to be executed as something akin to a cold, but I cannot shake the idea of a virus being more.. dangerous and intense, given your entire digital body is code.. ponders.. I think I'll go with a middle ground between actual threat and simple sickness

You were in your room, in fact you were hauled up in it for a while, at least a day or two.. some people were starting to get worried; thinking something happened, that you may have abstracted

Ragatha would be the one to find you in bed; body shifting and glitching about

Obviously, given how similar this was to how Kaufmo was discovered, she would think you were in the middle of abstracting.. I think her freaking out with attract the attention of the others

Ragatha is panicking, too weary to get too close out of fear she would get glitched out too and that you'd turn suddenly

Pomni would have a similar reaction, I think, especially since Kaufmo so far has been her only experience with the abstracted , and she doesnt know what the warning signs look like

Jax just. Dips. He is gone the second he sees the commotion

Kinger is stuck in place,seemingly wrecking himself for the courage to try to help you through this

Zooble seems vaguely shocked, taking a similar route as jax; though they dont leave completely

Gangle , who is in the back, scared and worried out of her mind

Caine... zips forward and after (carefully) inspecting you, announces that you're in fact not abstracting! Youre just sick!

Cue a chorus of relief but also, confusion.. actually kinger is the only one who seems to get it.. hes probably seen someone get sick before.. huh.. weird..

Apparently caine manages to stamp out most viruses before they pose any threat, but it appears sometimes things can happen.. but now with you sick, all you guys can do is wait for you to get better

But hey, caine simps! Look at it this way! You now have the teeth man as your personal bedside nurse since hes the most qualified and able to help you through this!

Kinger, Ragatha, and Gangle still visit you when you're recovering! Ragatha checks in on you to see how you're holding up! Gangle gives you little fidgets and other stuff to keep you occupied! Kinger offers reassurance that things are gonna be alright and he offers to tell you stories

Jax doesnt interact with you until long after you've recovered, far too worried about himself getting whatever yucky computer virus you've caught.. zooble is similar.. can you blame them? No one likes getting sick <\3

Pomni is in between, keeping her distance since shes not sure if what you have is contagious, but as a friend she wants to make sure you're okay.. tough calls here..

Overall, the experience itself sucks... the glitching leaves you sore and sometimes you sit still and "buffer" for extended periods of time.. it also feels like a flu, with the body aches and fatigue and all that...

[fipindustries]

Ditko's legacy

a really interesting thing i noticed about steve ditko is that not only he was a prolific creator of iconic comic book characters. but the pattern that his characters follow to fame is particularly odd and it tends to repeat itself.

let's start with the most iconic of all, mist aracnid human himself

an interesting thing is that ditko only drew spiderman until issue 38, afterwards the art was taken over by john romita sr.

in many ways romita's version of spiderman is the definitive interpretation. whereas under ditko peter was actually kind of an immature, prepotent jerk, under romita he became a lot softer and classically heroic. romita is also the guy who designed mary jane watson, it was under his tenure that the green goblin's identity as norman osborn was revealed. in many ways john romita's work was was finally turned spiderman into marvel's mascot.

so neat, right, what else did steve ditko do. well, he created another iconic character for marvel. a very Strange Doctor indeed

for this guy i dont have as much history but i think it would be fair that he was relatively an obscure character, someone you were not familiar with unless you were really into superhero comics... until 2016

when he was interpreted by superstar tumblr sexyman extraordinaire benedicto cumberbacho. thanks to that and his role in the avenger's endgame movie now the guy is a bit of an icon and a respectable IP on his own right.

but we can go even more obscure than that, let's check another character created by ditko, a character so obscure that is literally incognito

created in 1967 by ditko for a now defunct company called charlston comics. his original appearance was actually incredibly short lived. so much so that he was cancelled that very same year he was created.

but then, in 1987, dennis O'neil decided that he was interested in that character and so we got

in here the character was radically changed from a staunch objectivist into more of a zen buddhist philosopher. in many ways o'neils run is the best run the question ever had and the version that tends to be the heavier inspiration for all other subsequent adaptations.

but actually how about we go even more obscure than that, how about we go to a shady guy driven to madness...

once again, ditko made, in 1977 for DC, a strange man from another dimension whom, with the help of his stolen M-vest he could transform into a huge difigured version of himself. as ditko was wont to do, his stories were very surrealistic and psychodelic. as is often the case his work was cancelled after only 8 issues. forgotten by time until, courtesy of the british invasions of the 80's/90's on the comic scene, we got

a story that became far more explicitly political, a crude, surrealist examination of the american culture, touching on topics such as alcholism, the hippie movement, gender theory and abortion. an absolute masterpiece if you want my opinion and probably one of the best comics ever made. once again all other successive adaptation we got of the character tend to borrow a lot more from this version than from the original.

ok one final stop in this ride of ditko creations. who else is left you may wonder, is there something this guy has not created? well, you see ditko could be a heady philosophical creator but he was not above being a little silly from time to time, and that is how he ended up coming up with

yes you heard that right, squirell girl!

ok to be fair, this one was not created by ditko, he was just the artist. the actual creator is will murray, but bear with me here.

created for a superhero special in 1991 as a fun jokey character, she was never really meant to have her own book or series or anything like that.

after being introduced she kept appearing her and there and with every new appearence the gag that she could beat any character started to get built up more and more, beating dr doom, thanos, eternity and god knows who else until finally, in 2014, she actually got her own run written by none other than the creator of dinosaur comic Ryan North

not going to lie, i personally always thought the art was really bad, but it became a fairly popular book, getting high praise from most critics and even winning an eisner award in 2017

conclussion

i think it's absolutely fascinating that ditko has this pattern of creating incredibly iconic characters who become popular and known by a later adaptation by another artist who takes the character on a whole new direction. he seems to be really good a seeding ideas and establishng concepts but there are fertile grounds in the hands of other artists.

if there is one character that has survived this process is his strong, stalwart, objectivist hero who thinks in incredibly rigid, unbreakable rules about good and evil, up and down, black or white.

mr A

and why is that? well, its very simple, the ancient greek philosophers already established this millenia ago. everythng that exsts has a specific nature, each entity exists as something in particular and has characteristics and has characteristics of what it is.

A is A.

[romancomicsblog]

Movie Redo: Fixing Marvel's Thunderbolts*

Marvel's Thunderbolts* recently came out with a stellar trailer, watching some of our favorite MCU anti-heroes going through the motions while uncovering a mystery and becoming a team.

While many have praised the trailer for its style, action and tone, I have had some problems with the movie from the beginning. For one, the group Thunderbolts* tends to be villains pretending to be heroes as opposed to morally gray characters.

The movie tackles the spirit of this by having several characters fill in classic roles of the MCU Avengers: Yelena as Black Widow, U.S. Agent as Captain America, etc. But this stops at about half the team.

For example, we have three different variations of Captain America. Each are not Steve Rogers, morally gray super soldiers. The main difference is their range of comedic quips.

We also have two different variations of (basically) Black Widow.

This makes the lineup a bit stale power wise, and makes most of the lineup side Black Widow and Captain America characters.

While it makes entering the film easier, this doesn't give us the same feeling of "assembling" characters from the MCU like the Avengers did. The characters should come from many different projects as opposed to 2.

Finally, the team is made up of 7/8 white people. So in so many ways, this movie is suffering from a lack of diversity.

My goal is to liven up the team with characters across the MCU, villains and antiheroes alike. I'd like this team to:

Fill roles of the classic Avengers

Have a wide range of abilities

Reward long time MCU fans for watching along

Lets get started with an obvious question:

Who Stays & Who Goes?

While this group is full of some great MCU characters, too many unfortunately are redundant.

We will be saving 4 Characters, starting with:

1. Yelena Belova - White Widow (Black Widow / Hawkeye)

One of the smartest moves made by this movie is having Yelena be the lead. I love Florence Pugh, and one thing that can differentiate this team from The Avengers is having White Widow be the leader.

She is the clear and funnest Black Widow stand-in, so I will be choosing her over Taskmaster.

2. John Walker - U.S. Agent (Falcon & The Winter Soldier)

Of the Captain America knock offs, U.S. Agent is by far the most interesting.

No hate to Red Guardian's jokes or Winter Soldier's angst, but having a sad, broken not as good Captain America who is not a good man but a perfect soldier, there's so many ways you can go with it. He can be a traitor to the group, the eventual villain or just the guy who thinks he's the leader.

He is also the character we've seen least of the 3, and deserves his time on the big screen.

3. Ava Starr - Ghost (Ant-Man & The Wasp)

One of the most underrated characters in the MCU, Ghost was a highlight for me in the Ant-Man trilogy. With a tragic backstory, skills to match the Winter Soldier and an actual interesting power, I'm really excited to see where they go with this character.

Plus I love her new suit.

4. Bob - The Sentry (Thunderbolts*)

Lewis Pullman is playing "Bob" who is most likely Robert Reynolds AKA The Sentry, a Superman like superhero who struggles with memory loss, and has the power of "a million suns".

Due to the S in the trailer and his general confusion, Sentry will likely join the team, and his archenemy The Void will may even be the main antagonist.

As a powerful longhaired hero, he fills the role of a Thor for our Avengers, which is a definite need.

The mystery behind Bob as well as the inclusion of a new Superman like character is very fun. I do think a need for every MCU movie is an addition of a new interesting character, so Bob must stay.

Now that we have our 4 stays, let's make some fun additions.

5. Agent Dex Poindexter - Bullseye (Daredevil Season 3)

Agent Poindexter fills a couple of significant roles from the Avengers and from the Thunderbolts* who we took off the list.

Like Taskmaster, Bullseye is an assassin, who worked for a puppet master who is still very much alive and around in the MCU. But unlike many of the other killers on this list, he enjoys killing. As the teams resident sociopath, he can be the devil on their shoulder, egging the team on to go further than they have before.

He also nicely fills the teams role as their Hawkeye. The both have perfect aim, have taken on new identities to commit atrocities, and started off as law men.

It also gives all viewers great homework, because everyone should watch Daredevil.

6. Aaron Davis - The Prowler (Spider-Man Homecoming / Across the Spider-Verse)

The Spider side of the MCU has very much stayed in its place due to Sony. One character who has appeared in both Sony and Marvel, portrayed by the same actor I might add, is Aaron Davis.

Aaron Davis first appeared in Spider-Man Homecoming, and if we believe him to portray the same character in Across the Spider-Verse, has evolved into his role as Prowler now.

Prowler with his tech, claws, skills, and general goofy vibe, could fill the role of a Black Panther or Spider-Man for our group, and much like Spider-Man, be the ground level criminal entering this world of Assassins and Gods.

You can also view him as more of a thief than anything else. Like Aladdin or Star-Lord, fitting him into this team but definitely bringing a different perspective as opposed to Bullseye.

I see Prowler as a secondary lead character, one who has Yelena's back over some of the others, and hopefully makes it out of this mission alive.

7. Titania (She-Hulk: Attorney at Law)

Where there are Avengers, there is need for muscle.

Titania is one the secondary villains from Marvel's She-Hulk: Attorney at Law, notably played by Good Place actress Jameela Jamil.

Titania fills the role of a Hulk / Captain Marvel to the group as our resident strong woman, but also takes up Red Guardians role as comedic relief.

As a social media influencer and fashion icon, she'll bring a very different energy than our other two heroines. She also has the tendency to back whoever to keep herself alive, meaning she may team up with the worst of our titular team if there is a coup.

Plus I'd like her to dawn her wrestler outfit.

8. Justin Hammer - MACH-1 (Iron Man 2)

With many of the Avengers roles filled, all we need is left is a billionaire genius playboy.

Since his debut in Iron Man 2, Sam Rockwell fans have been clamoring for the actor to return as Justin Hammer. While we have inklings of him in All Hail to to King & What If, having Justin as comedic relief and the teams resident tech expert can add a different flavor to the team.

While Justin Hammer doesn't have an alter ego in the comics, he could take on the role of Titanium Man like he does in the animated show, Iron Man Armored Adventures.

My only gripe is the name is a little too close to Titania, so I recommend he takes on the name Mach-1, the alter ego of the Beetle when he joined the Thunderbolts.

While he is not The Beetle, he is still a villain pretending to be a hero, and several have taken on the name of Mach-1, so I think it'll be fine.

With just a few notable changes, my MCU team is now complete.

We now have heroes and villains from across the MCU, all with unique skills, powers, tools and motivations.

And once they all suit up...

They'll make one hell of a team.

Thank you so much for reading! Please consider following, and check out my socials and other sites here! And let me know: Who do you think should be on the Thunderbolts*?

[cherryslyce]

Sharp Knives, Sharp Gazes | Clove Kentwell

Synopsis: A dangerous attraction to one of the deadly careers leads to more than you could have bargained for, including unlikely friendships and romance.

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Pairing: Clove Kentwell x District 4!Reader

Notes: Not canon compliant (Glimmer lives, careers are OOC because they are not mindless killers). Someone save Finnick before Y/N gives him a heart attack. Marvel is fun to write, even though I'm a Cato fan.

A prickle of anxiety jolted down your spine as you lifted your eyes and met a pair of amused ones. Your eyes flickered down and paused on the grin stretching across her freckled face.

She was undeniably pretty, but the deadly glint in her eyes convinced your fellow tributes to stay away from her. Somehow, you had caught her attention and you would have been endlessly flustered had it not been for the dire circumstances you found yourself in.

“Hey, 4. You look scrappy enough. Good. The last few years your district has produced nothing but disappointments.”

You snap out of your trance and tear your gaze away from the menacing girl from District 2, coming face to face with the smug male tribute from 1–Marvel.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, 1.”

“Feisty. Look, for some reason Clove thinks it would be interesting to bring you into our fold. Don’t look at me like that, she said it, not me. So what do you say? Care to live up to District 4’s legacy as a part of the Career Pack, or are you going to scamper around and die off like a fish out of water?”

The boy finished his (very convincing) speech with a sigh as if you were the terrible inconvenience in this situation. Although, despite how annoyed you grew with him, you respected his skills with a spear and it was apparent he held some begrudging respect for you as well.

“Clove? I thought Cato was your leader? I don’t think he’s open for recruitment, shouldn’t you run this idea past him first?”

“He’s not a dictator, you’ll be fine. Besides, we can all see how valuable you are. You fling around that trident of yours like it’s an extension of your arm.”

Oh. Marvel just praised you. Had you knocked your head too many times on the train ride to the Capitol?

“And then what, you’ll slit my throat in my sleep when I’m no longer of use?”

He smiles a little at your retort before growing serious, an expression so foreign on his face that you couldn't help but wait patiently to hear what he had to say next.

“Maybe. But you have a better chance with us. Who knows, maybe you’ll even win this and get to go home. Bring pride to your district and whatnot.”

You were definitely dreaming. This was the same Marvel who you thought was a bloodthirsty, hormonal time bomb. Turns out he may hate this situation nearly as much as you.

“I’ll think about it. See you at the interviews tonight, Marvel.”

He nods as if expecting your answer, though you catch his eyebrows raising up as you address him properly for the first time.

“See you around, Y/N.”

As he stalks off towards his favorite station--the spear throw station, you look around to see Clove watching you with an unreadable expression. Luckily, it appeared to be less murderous than usual.

Well that’s nice. Better than having her plotting ways to skin me.

It is not until you’re waiting in line for the interviews with Caesar to start that Clove finally approaches you.

“Y/N. Marvel said you would consider joining us in the arena. I look forward to it.”

You gape as you look at the girl, face heating up uncomfortably as you could barely register her words. She looked so…pretty.

The girl looks at you in concealed wonder, eyes twinkling with mischief. You’re confused for a few moments before you make eye contact with an amused Marvel behind her.

“You don’t look bad yourself, Y/N.”

The girl spins around and stalks off towards Cato who’s begun watching the three of you like you’ve all grown another head.

“Smooth. Didn’t know you had the hots for her. I guess you were quite happy that she was the one to ask for you.”

Marvel grins at you, and for once it’s not a condescending ‘I’m better than you’ type of grin. You groan quietly to yourself, too tired to even flinch when he swings an arm around your shoulder and drags you towards the line of tributes.

Well if the other tributes had no idea of your allegiance, they sure did now.

“So you’re with us then?”

“I don’t have any other choice, you’re already clinging to me like a barnacle.”

Cato smiles, oh so minutely, at your remark to Marvel, nodding at you with a reinvigorated respect that he didn’t seem to extend to many.

Glimmer’s pleased grin greets you briefly before she’s being ushered onto the stage, her face morphing into a blinding, albeit fake, smile.

And so it begins. Hopefully Finnick would be able to nab some sponsors for you.

Yeah. Some sponsors would be good right about now.

You were on the verge of just throwing yourself face-first into Cato’s sword.

Glimmer had a close call with a swarm of tracker jackers, and somehow in the mess Katniss managed to escape. To say your allies were pissed would be the understatement of the year.

Seriously, you were sure one of the trees began to wilt after being faced with the withering look Cato sent it.

”Y/N. Go with Clove to gather some wood.”

“Yes, dad.”

Cato looks around before shooting a quick middle finger at you, an exasperated twitch of the lip taking over his face for the briefest moment before defaulting to his usual grimace of contained rage.

You were sure he was somewhat fond of you considering he hadn’t tried to bite your head off yet.

You round on your heel, habitually twirling your trident over your wrist. Clove is not far behind you as you dart your eyes around the trees.

“Once I get my hands on fire girl, I’m going to tear her limb from limb.”

“I have no doubt you will. Can’t say I’m her biggest fan at the moment. She was aiming to snatch Glimmer’s bow, who knows what kind of devastation she would reign upon us if she succeeded. Good thing one of us managed to wake up.”

“Hm, pretty smug for someone who was cuddled up on me all night like a toasted log.”

A laugh manages to slip through your lips and you’re positive everyone watching back at home is convinced you’ve lost your mind. Seriously, laughing from actual joy during the Hunger Games while stranded in a pack of groomed killers is not the sanest of activities.

Honestly, you would give anything to see how Finnick was coping.

You look back quick enough to catch a pleased look wash over Clove’s features.

Before you could even stop yourself, a river of words flew out of your mouth and you were stuck between not caring and being mortified.

“I meant what I said by the way. You’re really pretty.”

Your remark must have caught her off guard as she suddenly stops midstep, an unnerving silence blanketing around the both of you.

“It’s a shame then, that we met here of all places.” Clove’s words held no bite, though the bitterness in her tone was evident to anyone with a good set of ears.

Taking a hesitant step towards her, you slowly and shakily reach down for her hand. Clove looks down at your fingers, swiftly meeting you in the middle and clasping your fingers together.

“It’s not so bad. After all, we wouldn’t have met if not for the games. I’m glad I get to spend what’s left of my life here with you guys.”

“Don’t talk like that.”

Clove’s sudden fury was not aimed at you, but at something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“You’re right, who could have foreseen me getting along with Cato of all people.”

“No. I mean don’t talk like you’re already dead.”

Clove’s stern words take you by surprise, and a sudden tightness constricts your throat as you swallow down a wave of fondness.

She was looking at you like you could actually win this whole thing. Like it didn’t matter to her if that meant she would have to die.

She steps towards you, a vulnerable glint flecking at the usual indifference of her gaze. Her mind was trained to be a killer, but District 2’s Academy did little to train her heart.

You bring your free hand to cup her cheek, breaking into a watery smile. Leaning over, you press your lips firmly on hers.

Suddenly it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that your moment of vulnerability was being televised to the rest of the nation. It didn’t matter that Finnick was probably dragging his hands down his face in exasperation in the District 4 apartment. It didn’t matter that someone could break through the tree line and jam a knife into your neck.

Clove kissed back with the same amount of fervor, hands slowly rising up to hug your waist.

Fuck. You were ready to throw your life away to make sure she made it out of here. And all it took was her pretty little freckled face and her fiery eyes.

After what seemed to be an eternity, you both pull away for air. You gently brush her cheek with your thumb as she gripped your waist tighter.

“I’m going to make sure you go home, Clove.”

Before she could retort, you both snap out of your little moment as voices approach from behind you.

“Fuck. See, I told you! Wood, my ass! They’re sucking face!”

Marvel’s voice rings through the air and suddenly your three allies are approaching you both, donning similar amused looks.

“I guess this note makes a lot more sense now.”

Cato’s words only serve to confuse you until he holds up a sponsor package along with a note.

‘Tell Y/N that she’s killing me -F’

“He has a flair for dramatics.” Glimmer’s words were just so incredibly ironic that you and the others had to make effort to bury the thought.

“Oh, you have no idea.”

[oceanlipgloss]

ICING ON THE CAKE

LEVIATHAN.

+ warnings: implicit suggestive themes, light angst, strong language.

+ female mc, feminine pronouns.

Is cold sugar a thing?

Some souls are like iced sugar. No objective, sane person would ever say—or so much as think, for that matter—that this man is sweet.

‘How the fuck could he be?’

That’s what they would wonder.

And they were right in that.

There are times, however, when a cold shoulder summons a sugar rush. Playing hard-to-get can be a cool game. Except, this man wasn’t doing that. That coldness, that scorn, it was crafted from something bitter.

A dark past.

Did they know? That he, too, had once upon a time been an innocent child—a pretty, clueless creature holding its bloated heart with small hands, showing everyone its tears.

Very early. He had gotten corrupted by life much too early. That’s why he had become so icy.

Actually...he could be sweet as well, in a sense.

She remembered the jewel in her wet palm. Its sparkle was once dimmed with his blood. He had risked his soul to keep a promise, to protect a gem.

Warmth is something he did possess.

But to believe he would not die, to have faith that he could not be killed...

How so very arrogant of him.

Then again, is childhood's darkness not to blame? Had it not told him that he would always survive? Had it not whispered temptations of immortality in his ears and promised him that he would never die?

Beauty makes some people feel like their head is underwater. It cuts out everything else in the brain for a minute. Snide beauty, on the other hand, it has even greater charms still.

The coldness is just icing on the cake.

Being beautiful is marvellous, but being unapproachable makes it even better, that much greater.

Lovely faces bring about good deals. Ethereal existences often tend to get away with many things. Molten hearts. Broken brains. Filthy souls. Violent murder.

It would be too boring if beautiful kings were easy to have. Enchanting someone like him and bringing him to his knees, why should it even be a piece of cake?

Forget the pleasure of a challenge.

He was a rare, most alluring specimen. He should be very difficult—near impossible—to reach. Taking hold of his fingertips alone should be treacherous.

One has to try hard to get even the most simple of things, so why should luring him in be easy?

Excited for the wait, burning for the process, desperate for the result.

So ironic, so fun.

Winning him over would not merely be a magical experience, but an ultimate, legendary accomplishment; she would try until his tongue on her lips marked them forever, until his sweat on her body shimmered like stardust.

Oh, but he already wanted her. Lust and attraction just turned into problem killers. Apparently, she wouldn’t have to wait that long, or even try that much.

+notes: the time for the last of my surviving ‘What in “Hell” is Bad?’ WIPs to take the stage has come. I don't quite know what I had in mind for this one, to be honest; it's been there for so long and has been really bothering me with its static presence for a while. And seeing that I had no clue about the direction it's meant to take, I finally decided to polish it a little, toss some word-vomit in, and simply put it up as is. It was either that or it's dead. I chose to salvage it, I guess. I thought it had potential and didn't want it to bid the world goodbye, yet I didn't know how I felt about it at first, though, and I'm too lazy and tired to find out—so it's whatever, I suppose lol but I think I like it. I'm just glad to have it off my hands and out of my notes because it was genuinely pricking my nerves :S

There are still a few more ‘What in “Hell” is Bad?’ WIPs each is only 1 line/2 lines long lol that I long ago scratched out of the equation, and those are annoying me very much too. I may either kill them off with regret (for some) and cold blood (for others), or post them someday soon/with time, but that's very unlikely. For now, however, I do not plan on writing anything new about the game's devils/angels—meaning unless I explicitly state in the notes within a ‘What in “Hell” is Bad?’ piece that an idea is new/recent, it's one of my old, buried WIPs revived and made into a finished fic.

[spoiler] also, this fic holds light inspiration from Leviathan's 'Bloodshed' story, particularly from the part in which Leviathan gives MC the magical jewel and it's implied that he got wounded so as to protect the jewel and keep his promise of gifting it to MC.

+ MASTERLIST

+ AO3 POST

©𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨

[foern]

hii!! how are you doing?? this is my first time so i applogize if i lack of details/u have a hard time understanding this. May i request for Tokyo Revengers (Mitsuya, Draken, Rindou) where they compliment or just appreciates s/o but she just cries when she heard ut? she kinda barely got attention and praises like that so it kind of melts her heart

they can be like normally say "im so grateful for you" "ur so pretty", but s/o just cries as a response HAHDHSJA I wanna know what theyd do or react, if thats okay ofc! i apologize if im dosturbing your time, i hope u have a great day!

~😻

Anon tysm for this request! I had a lot of fun writing it! I haven’t really read the Manga, so I don’t think I know enough about Rindou to write for him. I replaced him with Mikey, I hope that's okay!

Sorry this id kind of short and took forever, ive been super busy (literally moved to another continent). Anyway, hope you like it!

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Mikey

Mikey’s eyes followed you as you busied yourself in the kitchen, grabbing ingredients to prepare breakfast for the two of you—bacon and eggs. Distracted, you cracked an egg into the hot pan, oblivious to Mikey’s intense gaze. The morning sun streamed through the windows, casting a radiant glow on everything it touched, including you. With messy hair from sleep, clad in Mikey’s sweatshirt, and a bare face, you looked absolutely stunning.

“You’re so pretty.” Your gaze swiftly met the blonde-haired boy's; his eyes sparkled, and a warm, admiring smile graced his lips. There was no doubt in the world that he was anything but sincere.

“Don’t be stupid.” You mumble, an obvious blush creeping its way onto your cheeks. Truth be told, you felt completely hideous that day. Your hair was an unbrushed mess, you had no makeup on, and you were still in your pajamas. A wave of insecurity washed over you; a heavy weight settled itself on your chest. As tears welled up in your eyes you turned back to the eggs, unwilling to let Mikey see you cry.

“Hey, hey, hey, why the tears?” Mikey stands up from his chair and steps in front of me. He rests his hand on my waist, rubbing soothing circles into my skin. The words catch in my throat, making it impossible to articulate the emotions flooding over me. Truth be told, I don't even know why I'm crying. His free hand gently lifts my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze.

"You're beautiful," he reassures, his thumb moving from my chin to caress my lip, "Especially when you're making me breakfast."

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Mitsuya

I delicately run my fingers across the luxurious texture of my dress, savoring the sensation of the soft fabric across my skin. My gaze takes in every detail of the meticulously crafted garment—each stitch, every contour, a testament to its thoughtful design. A nervous smile graces my lips as I turn to meet Takashi’s gaze.

“What do you think?” I ask, my voice carrying a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. A faint blush creeps over my face as I catch him admiring my silhouette. His response, a simple yet sincere "You look absolutely stunning," sends a rush of warmth through me.

His bluntness catches me off guard for a moment. I never really grew up receiving compliments, so even now, they have the power to surprise me. A warm weight settles into my chest as an unexpected wave of emotion washes over me. The confident smile I wore earlier fades, replaced by a genuine, slightly flustered one. Rising from his chair, he makes his way towards me.

As he stands before me, placing a hand gently on my hip and the other softly on my cheek, I can't help but marvel at the tenderness in his touch. I hadn't realized a tear was rolling down my face until he wiped it away with his thumb. My heart melts at this action, his eyes never leaving mine. His unwavering, concerned gaze causes my tears to flow more steadily.

“You mean it?” I manage to utter, my voice carrying a mix of disbelief and gratitude. I honestly don’t know why I’m crying, but in this moment, none of that matters. He shakes his head with a reassuring nod. His hand guides me into a comforting hug, the type you never want to leave. “Of course, but I don’t know why you’re crying though. I think it means I should just compliment you more often.”

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Aka PART THREE!!!!

You were supposed to perfect.

You were to rule beside me on this disgusting wasteland.

To make them all grovel at our feet.

To destroy ANYONE who stood in our way.

The others may have assisted in your creation. They may have helped you crawl. They may have fed you. They may have checked your vitals, monitored your every move, written down everything you DID in their presence.

And while I did as well…

I did it with the promise of you becoming something great…

I taught you to speak.

I even remember your first word: beaker!

I spent hours in that DAMNED building, helping you walk on your own two legs.

I showed you the marvellous wonders of the world, even the ones I found pathetic and vile…

When you were sick, I never left you alone.

When you were hungry, I was always the first to feed you.

Even during the storms!

When the bolts of Zeus and the lion roared vicious and earthquaking thunder, every time you were afraid…

I…

NEVER…

left your side…

So why would you think it was okay to leave mine?

Was what you saw so overwhelming that you’d think you’d steal my life’s work without consequences? Was what you read so aching that you just HAD to run away?

To run away from them?

Run away from me?

That’s not how this game works…

When you go against me, you are going against life and death itself.

You are a peasant and I am royalty.

You are but drop of water while I am a mighty blaze

You are prey and I… the predator

Do you understand now?

Do you understand the great turmoil you’ve brought on not only yourself but those around you?

I fail to see evidence that you do..

And while I yap and yowl and hiss and snarl and whisper and retort…

You’ll never believe until I SHOW you, why everyone fears me..

A man’s words mean nothing when it comes to his actions. Shall he fail to fill his hole, it will become his new grave. It shall hold him until he sees his last sky, breathe his last breath, feel his last touch, smell his last aroma, and hear his last song. It was hold him for before he dies and after he dies.

Fortunately for me,

Gods do not die…

When you’ve angered them, there is but one way to appease them.

Through sacrifice…

Your suffering will be eternal.

And I’ll make sure to include your acquaintance in your turmoil…

.

..

…

It had been a fun-filled day! The two had spent it making new conspiracies theories… Well at least Bive did. She managed to make them all connect in one way or another. Split was a different story. She somehow managed to get Bive to play a few of the games that were in the dinner.

Note to future self: Bive is really good at air hockey. Guess when you’re a paranoid detective looking for danger around every corner, you’ve gotta be quick on your toes!

They had stayed there virtually all day! It was nearly dark when they had finished. As the two made their way back to the elevator, Split glanced down at her flea-ridden hairy friend, noticing her tired expression and feeling a side of self-pride rising in her chest.

Her plan had worked perfectly.

She was exhausted. Split wondered how she even managed at all, she looked as if she were about to fall over.

"Hey Bive..?"

"Mehm?"

"You alright?"

"Mhm…"

Split gave her a concerned smile. Maybe she should stay with her? Just to be safe of course.

"Uhh so… Would you mind if I stayed over tonight?"

"No."

Oh…! It was pretty straightforward. That’s pretty nice actually. They get to have a sleepover! Darn she’s gonna have to go back and get some clothes.. Oh well!

.

..

…

Eventually the two made it back to the funny maze, of course after visiting Split’s floor to allow her to get her sleepwear, Split having to guide Bive away from any walls to ensure she didn’t walk into them. As well as keep her away from Scary Mike and Fleshy. Scary Mike was, of course, Scary Mike; randomly appearing in hallways as its corrosive black oil (🇺🇸) dripped from the walls and evaporated once it disappeared. It even reached its hand from around corners trying to grab at one of them as if it intended to cause harm but would always evaporate into cloud of foul smelling smoke before it could.

Fleshy, however, wasn’t actually a problem. If anything it was more of a sweetheart, curiously watching and following the two while babbling random nonsense. It even went as far as the help guide Split to Bive’s corner of the maze whilst protecting the two from Scary Mike, hissing and growling at it every time it saw it until it saw the cloud of smoke.

In all honesty, as weird as her roommates, if you could even call them that, were, they seemed interesting and were decently enjoyable company. She might have to visit more often just so she can speak with the fleshcousin. Maybe even befriend it like she did the other! Who knew they were all such sweethearts?

Once they made it to Bive’s part of the maze, Fleshy gargled a difficult to understand farewell before leaving, disappearing around the corner as if seemingly purred. Fleshcousins are weird… yet cute in a silly way.

It was rather chaotic. Papers and empty styrofoam coffee cups littered the floor, causing the Fruit-taur to wonder if she ever cleaned. Well… Now that she thought about it, she never bathed. It made sense for her not to clean up. As they descended deeper she started to take notice of red string, old photographs, and even thumbtacks on the floor. If that wasn’t bad enough, there was writing on the walls made with white paint or lead.

They were either equations or some sort of question that related to one of her theories.

`2 + 2 IS 4 NO MATTER WHAT!`

`Clown military hiding inside cacti?`

`Snow soldiers collaborating with Gnarpians?`

`Government using sonic waves to make people hungry to buy more products from companies?!`

Okay Split could see that partially happening it wasn’t too unbelievable.

"Wow… You must be hard at work here huh?"

"Mhm.."

Split continued to look out for any stray thumbtacks before coming to a stop as two made it to her 'room'. It had the basic necessities as well as coffee maker, tiny mini fridge, and her famous corkboard.. And it was much larger than she expected. How much free time did she have? Uh… Oh well!

After getting dressed, she sat beside Bive, watching as the detective fought to stay awake before eventually succumbing to sleep.

Split watched as she fell still completely, the only indication of life being her side rising and falling.

It took her longer to fall asleep but her own thoughts kept her busy until she did. Why didn’t she sleep often? Is it insomnia? Or did she just not like sleeping? Why wouldn’t anyone like sleeping though? Did something happen that made her just stay awake?

For now, her questions could receive answers later as she slowly drifted off into her own peaceful slumber.

Perfect…

HI HI HI HOPE YOU ENJOYED. PART FOUR IS GONNA BE DEVASTATING RAHHHHH BATS EYELASHES MALICIOUSLY

[braveclementine]

Chapter 24

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC: Elizabeth Y/L/N (created so you don't get Y/N and Y/S/N consistently mixed up. I do not condone any copying of this.

YOU STOOD, LOOKING OVER THE BALCONY at the warriors training on Asgard. Sif was down there, a sword in her hand. She was fighting against Elizabeth, who had a sword in her hand as well. There were several dozen people in the room, perhaps somewhere between 80 and 100. Most were fighting in pairs, sometimes three or four, but all of them were fighting with swords.

Thor was down there as well, fighting with a red bearded man that you had been introduced to as Volstagg. Hogun and Fandral were down there as well, but Loki was nowhere to be found. You wondered if Loki ever joined them, or what he did when he was here.

Sif knocked the sword out of Elizabeth's hands, knocking her feet out from underneath you younger sister and she fell flat on her back. Elizabeth surrendered as Sif put the tip of the sword at her throat.

Then Sif smiled, helping her to her feet. Elizabeth asked her something and Sif showed her something on the sword.

Of course, it wasn't just Asgardians down there either. Natasha and Clint were down there as well, fighting with another Asgardian who seemed to matched against them well, which was a surprise considering Nat's superior fighting.

You had never been one for fighting. At least, not since you and Elizabeth had been young. Sometimes the two of you had wrestled or fought with sticks like they were Star Wars sabers, but not after. . . not after. . .

"Hello my dear, may I accompany you?" A soft voice asked from your right. You jumped a little and turned to see that the Queen of Asgard stood there. She was wearing a beautiful gown made of sky blue silk and her hair was littered with pearls.

"Y-Yes of course, your majesty." You said quickly, going to move back from the balcony, but she held up a hand and joined you there, overlooking the warriors. None of them looked up or noticed that their Queen had come to oversee their practice.

"Now, now, none of this 'your majesty' stuff." Queen Frigga scolded gently. "You're to be my daughter in law after all. You may just call me Frigga."

You smiled at that thought and then asked, "Do you come to oversee their training often?"

"Who said I was here for them?" the Queen asked gently. "Perhaps I wanted to talk to you."

"Oh." You stated, clearly surprised and then blushed deeper.

Frigga smiled deeper. "I do not like to come and oversee their training. As much as I enjoy watching them train, they restrain themselves when they realize I'm here. I prefer it when they act naturally so sometimes, I make myself invisible. Now come, let's sit."

She took your hand and you were surprised by the feel of hers. Her fingers, long and slender, and her hands mostly soft though there actually callouses right below where the fingers started.

The two of you sat on a stone bench, though it was not uncomfortable, but intricate. Though there was no back to the bench, you saw how straight the Queen sat and mimicked her posture, realizing just how much you were used to slouching.

"Why did you decide to come and watch?" the Queen asked softly. "I know you do not care for violence or weapons. I cannot imagine that you took pleasure in watching them fight. But you must have had a reason."

You thought about it and said. "I suppose no real reason at all. I have mostly been wandering the castle and-"

"I think you do have a reason." The Queen said and glancing over at you and you looked down at your feet.

"I wanted to check on Elizabeth." You chewed on your bottom lip. "But she seems fine."

Frigga was quiet and said nothing for a moment. You could hear laughter from down below, which sounded a lot like Clint. You wondered what it would be like, just for a moment, to fight with a sword. It wasn't going to be to the death, it might even be fun.

It conjured up images of you and Elizabeth, standing up on the fence. The beams were usually triangular shaped, with the edge facing upwards on the top row, but there were some posts that were flat. The two of you would stand on them, would try and get the other person to fall as you fought with plastic swords or sticks.

Elizabeth was usually better with the balance than you were, so she usually won on the front that you fell off. But if you were fighting on the ground, she was more defensive than offensive and you usually won instead as she hit less. A smile started to creep up on your lips. When was the last time the two of you had really played together? Done something fun together? Something the both of you thought was fun?

You nearly jumped when Frigga placed a soft hand on your arm. "Just because you pick up a sword does not make you a warrior, Y/N. Just because Elizabeth can hold her own against Sif for a few moments of time does not make her a warrior either. So I will ask you now, are you jealous of your sister?"

You were startled at the question. It had been the last thing you thought the Queen would ask you, considering that she'd been talking about swords and warriors only moments before.

"I- why would I be jealous of her?" You asked incredulously. You had everything. You had the exact life you wanted, living with your soulmates in a large city and it didn't hurt that they were rich and famous either. You were off the farm, you were beautiful and funny and everyone on the team loved you. You had amazing, close friends that helped you out when you needed them and you had the love and affection from your mother and father. You could sing and dance, you could draw and paint, you could even write stories so descriptive that people seemed to fall into them and told you they felt as if they were really in the story. Not to mention, you were the first born. You could get married first, you would inherit the farm when your father passed away, and you would have everything till the day you died.

Elizabeth had none of that. Or at least, not most of it.

Frigga gazed at you thoughtfully. There was no judgement in the look. Nothing that agreed with your rhetorical question, yet also nothing that said she disagreed with it. It was only as though she was thinking about the question herself.

And then she asked, "Would you believe that your sister was jealous of you?"

You blinked once more. You had never really thought about it like that. Elizabeth was good looking and extremely smart. If she didn't love the farm so much she could've probably gone on to be a doctor or a teacher. She couldn't dance, but she moved with a grace equal to it. She loved to read and she could ride a horse better than anyone you'd ever met. She made friends easily even if she didn't keep them, and she could fit in anywhere she was with whoever she was with. She was extremely loving, non judgmental, more open than anyone you knew. She had her morals and she stood by them solidly, never swayed by anything to change them.

And so you had then asked, more confused than before, "Why would she be jealous of me?"

Frigga smiled then. It was a soft smile, filled with love and you were suddenly vividly aware that though Thor had not made preparations (to your knowledge) about marriage, she clearly did think of you as her daughter.

She took your hand, smoothing circles on the back of it. "Sometimes, there are things we do not want to see, or perhaps we cannot see them. There is no criticism here, I only want to point something out. You do not believe you are jealous of Elizabeth, because you believe you have everything you'd ever want. But if that were the case, then you would know that Elizabeth was jealous of you, because then she cannot have everything. But if you are not jealous of her and she is not jealous of you, then where does that leave you?"

Her words were like a puzzle to you, like the answer was right there, like the key to unlocking all knowledge was right there, but you could not grasp it.

Frigga leaned forward, embracing you tightly and said. "I know you wish to spar with your sister again. Do not hold yourself back. Remember, a warrior does not always mean being a fighter, and a fighter is not always labelled by a sword."

She stood up, walking away with a grace that reminded you greatly of Elizabeth. You stood up once more, looking over the balcony. Elizabeth was taking a break, sitting on one of the benches, watching as Natasha and Sif sparred. They both moved with a deadly beat, though neither was close to beating the other.

You turned and walked away. You knew what you wanted to do.

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"ARE YOU GOING TO SULK IN HERE THE entire time?" Frigga's soft voice echoed through the dim library. A purple-pink glow erupting from her fingers as it moved through the library to turn the lights brighter.

"I am not sulking." Loki replied, hunched in his favorite chair to read.

"You would not have to squint like that if you kept the lights lit you know." Frigga said warmly and lovingly as she came to sit on the arm of the chair.

Loki snorted and shut the book, looking up at his mother. "I've missed you mother."

"I know my darling." Frigga said, reaching out and touching his black hair. He put his head in her lap, letting her hold him like a little child. "Have you told the both of them?"

"Only Y/N. I could never find a time to tell her sister." Loki murmured. "I don't know how. I don't know what to do."

Frigga gently pushed his long black hair from his face. "I want you to know, whatever you choose, whatever they choose, I still love you. I know that's not enough, I know that's not the same, but I do love you."

Loki didn't move his face from her dress, but he smiled nevertheless, feeling the unconditional love radiate throughout him.

"Don't worry." Frigga said, pulling back and kissing his forehead. "Everything will work out the way that it should."

And as she left, Loki wondered about the look in her eyes, for it was a look that he knew well.

It was a look, of mischief.

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

YOU PICKED UP THE SWORD IN YOUR HAND. It was an unfamiliar weight, but comfortable. You'd chosen the smallest one first and it had felt weird but this next one, which was slightly larger was better.

The grip was fantastic as you walked over to Elizabeth and she looked up when she saw you coming, her eyes curious as she took in the fact you had a blade in your hand.

"Wanna battle?" You asked playfully.

Elizabeth grinned, "Sure." She got up and you saw that the sword she was using was a lighter colour, closer to the shade of the knives Loki had given her. There were emeralds in the hilt of the sword as well and you knew then Loki had probably given it to her.

"Have you seen any beams that we can fight on?" You asked, looking around.

"You remembered." Elizabeth said softly and you looked back at her. She was smiling again, a softer, warmer smile. "I thought you'd forgotten."

You shook your head. "I remember a lot of it Ellie. Now, c'mon. Let's go find a plank to stand on."

Elizabeth followed you as the two of you skirted the outskirts of the battlefield. There were planks farther away, that weren't being used at the moment.

"I'm probably rusty." Elizabeth admitted as she hoisted herself up on the plank, looking down at her feet before raising her sword. "But you're still going down."

You grinned, "We'll see about that."

The plank was smooth under your feet and slightly wider than the fence posts out on the farm. But probably even more than Elizabeth, you were also out of touch. Not to mention, these were real swords.

"We don't have armor." You pointed out.

Elizabeth grinned, "Light taps only then."

Elizabeth went for the first lunge and you lifted the sword, the clash of metal upon metal sending vibrations up your arm. You thrusted off and she grinned as she took a step back.

You lunged this time and she tilted her sword to the side, catching the blade and there was an unusual maneuver that you'd never seen her use before and you had to hold tighter as the sword was nearly ripped from your grasp.

"Sif teach you that move?" You asked.

She looked slightly surprised. "Yes."

"I was watching." You said, motioning up to the balcony and when she turned to look, you went for her leg.

She leaped backwards, landing on only one foot on the plank, nearly falling off. "Oi! You scoundrel." She said in a fake pirate accent that almost made you start laughing.

You grinned, gesturing for her to come at you. "I thought you were supposed to better on planks."

She smiled, shifting forwards a little. "You cannot goad me now. I've learned the art of patience."

But she attacked anyways in a series of blows until you were backing up to the very edge of the plank. With another thrust, she attempted to knock you off, but you pushed back a little. You pushed again and she tumbled sideways. She didn't go down without a fight though, yanking the blade so that you were brought out underneath your feet and the both of you fell to the floor.

Well, Elizabeth hit the floor with a soft cry, sword clattering out of her hand, skidding across the tile. You found yourself in a pair of strong arms and looked up to see Bucky had caught you, putting you back down on your feet.

"You alright doll?" Bucky asked you.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You said cheerfully, reaching up to kiss him. "Thanks for catching me."

"Anytime." Bucky grinned, kissing you back.

You turned to see Elizabeth picking herself up off the floor as Loki ran across the room, warriors turning to watch him run by. "Are you alright?" He asked, picking up her sword. "That was one nasty fall."

"I'm alright." Elizabeth said, brushing it off. "It's nothing new really."

You felt a sudden stab of guilt as she turned to look at you. "Good fight. You've gotten better."

There was none of her usual warmth though and she turned back to Loki, "Can you help me back to my room. I can't remember how to get there."

"Of course." Loki said, nodding to you and Bucky as a sign of him leaving and the two of them walked away.

You looked up at Bucky who was no longer looking at you. You just shook your head and said nothing.

"You should go back to your room too." Bucky said. "One of the Queen's handmaids actually told me to tell you and your sister that the Queen wants you both to rest up before the ball tonight."

"There's a ball?" You asked in surprise, feelings of guilt and thoughts of summers ago melting away. Thor had told you about the balls on Asgard, but you hadn't thought you'd be able to go to one. Not so soon anyways.

"Apparently so." Bucky said, looking happy about it. "But I think you have like handmaids waiting for you to help you get ready? I'm not sure."

"Thanks again Bucky." You said, kissing his cheek and heading off towards your bedroom.

⬅️➡️

[psychicreadsgirl]

Can I ask for a reading for Chris Evans and Alba Baptista?

Very much in their honeymoon phase so they only see the best out of each other.

I do feel sorry for Alba because some obsessive fans of Chris' can be quite.. crazy.

Chris likes how she's fun and down to earth. Chris also likes how she no nonsense and doesn't really give so much damn about her appearance/image. Chris finds Alba refreshing compared to the people that he has dated in the past.

Alba likes Chris' humor and how successful he is. Alba also feels they share a lot of interests and they connect emotionally. She likes talking to him and asking him for advice.

They're very happy right now, which is good. I do get this sense that going forward Chris may struggle a bit for his career like he sort of will always be known for that 1 role he played in Marvel. Alba I feel can sometimes feel like she's just known as Chris' wife.

Alba may also feel like sort of pulled back by Chris??? I see her getting more roles than Chris in the future and she might have more success with him in terms of her roles and getting more critical acclaim/praise for her acting. There's a possibility of her starring in some real big movie/series that'll make her even more famous. I do think Chris will feel threatened by her success and may discourage her from taking on some roles that can be a bit controversial (perhaps the scenes involve heavy nudity/s*x or like the plot itself can be controversial). Right now Chris is like her mentor and she looks up to him. Later as she gets more successful, she'll want to grow up and be more independent as an actress? Perhaps I'm not phrasing this so well but it's sort of like when a child becomes an adult and then the parent sometimes feels like they've lost something? Those vibes. I see the bulk of the tension within their marriage later be stemming from this.

If Chris wants to make the marriage work then he needs to accept that Alba will grow up and have her own thoughts and career and may not always seek his advice. He also has to be ok with her potentially becoming more well known than him/more praised by critics for her acting. Chris also needs to be sure that he doesn't resort to using alcohol or dr*gs or gambling or other vices to manage his stress.

Alba, if she wants to make the marriage work, should not look down on Chris if he doesn't earn as much as she does. (I don't see her doing that but there may be times when they argue in the future she might say something along those lines without thinking, like who's the one putting food on the table?)

The two may perhaps use their relationship as a way to boost their career in the future or may be encouraged to do so by their managers. I would strongly recommend that they don't do that because their relationship will turn all business like and just will make both feel unhappy.

[garlculean]

@yukikorogashi Asked. HELLO MY FRIEND! ❤️ Before this year ends, I just wanna start by saying-- MAN! I'm just so, so glad that I got to meet your wonderful self??? I will say it's certainly one of my highlights during these last few months, meeting a fella as splendid as yourself!

I already mentioned all of this before to you through our IMs, but you bring so much life to my boy here, and just do him so, so much justice! And I thank you, with my hands holding yours, for giving him the love that he so long since deserved! And of course, I absolutely look forward to him and Itsuki interacting, in developing their hilarious lil' Looney Tunes relationship, overtime! It's gonna be so fun, and another thing to look forward to this coming year!

You are just such talented individual too, Mt Beast, like omgoodness??? Your writing, your art, your graphics-- not to mention the fact that you have been such a pleasant chap to get to know. You really are a marvellous bean, and again I'm so glad I found your blog when I did, and look forward to interacting with you more in the near future!

May next year treat you well, my friend. As you so rightfully deserve! Here's to you! 🍷 AUEHAUWHE!!!!

↳ 2023 is almost over! // 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

      𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐅𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐇. Y'know, I do not think there are even words to describe the amount of joy and gratitude I felt when reading this. I am SO VERY glad I had the pleasure and opportunity to meet you too Yuki⸺ I can say with much certainty that the feeling is absolutely mutual!

      I can't even construct my words right but just that I'm literally grinning from ear to ear! WHWUAHAHA Hearing you say that and think that for my interpretation // portrayal of Wario means so much more than you think it does for me. It's honestly an honor to hear that I am doing him justice. So thank you⸺ Thank you VERY much. I too cannot wait for Itsuki and Wario to interact. I still think about the plot in my head and the things we spoke about with their possible bond, depending on how things go in RP, but it kills me EVERY time. I may not KNOW who Itsuki is, but shoot I dont think I need to. All I know and need to know is you make her an outstanding joy of a character! You give her such personality that if she acted any other way I don't know if I'd enjoy it as much as I do when she's in your hands HWUWHAHAA!

      I appreciate you enjoying my writing and my art, I do take a great deal of time in it, especially my writing. Drawing comes more naturally for me so to speak its a lot less brain power as opposed to writing. So to know you favor both and not just one over the other is an honest to god best compliment for me to hear If I'm being honest HAHAAHAH. Also I must give credit where credit is 1000% due, @sangdelune did my graphics, I'd commissioned them to do it. They brought my ideas to life in ways I cannot describe. I do not know the floor from the ceiling when it comes to photoshop or anything remotely in that area, I cannot do that. I'm a writer and an artist--NOT a designer. Best editing I do and can do are my reaction icons. THOSE I DO edit. But that's just the most basic bare minimum knowledge one needs to know to edit the reactions; its nothing supreme or outstanding I'd say. I actually plan on bringing them up in a near future post; once I hit my 100+ follower's count ( which seems to be nearing...) give them a segment because since I was/am so new here in this RPC, I felt me doing it with not much of a following would make them go unnoticed. i.e. no on taking the time to go back to read my first post(s) I made here about them. But for anyone who DOES need anything with graphics GO TO THEM. They were a blessing to work with, I had very VERY specific ways I wanted things done and created to really emphasize how I viewed and seen Wario and I wanted my blog to really exert that. So even if you dont read my writing, you still get the FEEL // aura, per say, that Wario emits when youre on my page and they hit it all on the nail and BLEW my expectations away. Very communicative, quick with getting back to you, good with keeping you in the loop of things, and is just an INCREDIBLE designer and an amazing person to work with. I honestly am grateful and LUCKY to of found them.

      SALUTI MY FRIEND! I cannot wait to see what the year to come brings, but I hope whatever it is, it brings a lot more interactions with you!

[praphit]

Guardians Vol 3: A fatty, salty gift.

(No Spoilers)

May I be honest be with you? I’ve been thinking about letting my PMB card (Proud Marvel Bitch) expire.  I know. I KNOW. Perish the thought, right??

I've been defending Marvel throughout all of the recent tough times. 

While errbody out there was talkin smack, I defended you, Marvel!

When people said "Thor 4" was too goofy & had tone problems, 

I said "LOOK, this dude just got his body back, his lady back, and his hammer back. Let him have some fun! Quit being a grump!"

When people said that "The Multiverse of Madness" suffered from too much CGI. 

I said "LOOK, it's called THE MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS! It's about a fight between a Magical Doctor of Strangeness and a Super Witch! Give me ALL of the effects & colors! There can't be enough CGI! How were y'all expecting anything other than an overload of all of that?! You just want them to duke it out in one room, throwing Skittles and glitter at each other??!"

When people said that She-Hulk didn't have no business twerkin with Megan Thee Stallion.

I supported that badly CG'd booty! "If ya got it, shake it!" is what I said.

And then, "Ant-Man 3 happened.... 

THEN, J.Majors had his... alleged... issue...

THEN, I saw that "The Marvels" trailer... a movie that no one is asking for... 

I wouldn't say that my faith in Marvel is broken, but doubt has certainly crept in.

Can these Guardians of Vol 3 restore my faith? - maybe, but it ain't gonna be easy.

They're kind of a mess right now. Rocket is playing what I call "The Secret Sadness Game". 

Have you ever played that game? -  I bet you have. It's when something is wrong with you; you're very sad, but you're not letting anyone know about it. It's a horrible game. Nobody wins in that game, but it's apparently popular these days, with social media making us all pretend to be happy, dignified, and pretty all of the time. So, popular that Mantis is playing that game a lil bit as well.

Drax is too simple-minded to play that game 

(side note: Dave Bautista [Drax]  said that Marvel dropped the ball concerning Drax's story. And I couldn't agree more. There's a lot to explore with his back story, but... I'm hoping that they'll either reboot the Guardians cartoon series or give Drax a "What If... " story. That show really likes depressing people; here's a golden opportunity.)

Groot is... 

well, Groot.

And Nebula (whom I LOVE!) 

is grumpier than a lot of us Marvel fans have become. To be fair she has to keep all of these bozos together while Peter aka Starlord is getting drunk and dropping F-Bombs. 

He still hasn't gotten over Gamora.

I was going to be a jerk and say that he should have gotten over her by now, BUT I forgot that she’s kinda dead, but kinda not... (#ComicbookUniverseProblems)

It's hard to move on when your lover IS dead, but... still around, kinda, you know?? (If you actually don’t know, then... wow, you’ve got a lot of catching up to do)

I know (in the Christmas Special) they brought Peter the gift of Kevin Bacon to cheer him up, but maybe they should have brought him a woman. A good 80's star like he likes... maybe Heather Locklear 

or Kathy Ireland. Remember her?

Not the best message though, I guess - "If you're depressed, then simply drown yourself in booze and pretty women (whom only exist to make you happy :)." But, he's kinda there anyway.

Like I said, they're a mess.

But, if one thing can bring family together it's tragedy.

Something bad happens to one of The Guardians, they sober-up the Starlord, wash his mouth out with soap, and they're off on an adventure!

Mostly a typical Guardians jam. I know some have complained about too many laughs while serious things are going on, but they kinda started all of that in the MCU. And to be fair, if you have survived as much as they have, perhaps you'd be laughing more in the face of danger as well. I loved the comedy duo of Mantis & Drax. And the... unromantic comedy duo/toxic partnership of Peter & Gamora.

  And with Nebula (WHOM I LOVE!) in the middle of it all... PERFECTION.

The colorful new worlds and creatures we meet are cool. And the CGI is excellent. I don't know where those artists were when She-Hulk and MODOK were being created, 

but whatever:) The action is excellent!  A lot of murdering going on here for a PG-13 rating, when you stop and think about it, but I loved every non-drop of mostly non-existent blood.

The stuff that's different is the darker tones in here. There's some serious drama happening in this film. Of course we have more of Peter’s brokenhearted ass, but there are a lot of family dynamic stuff here as well. There's plenty of funny bickering between them, but it's also covering up some pain that the movie gets into.

Plus, we learn about Rocket's origin. That's when things get really dark and cruel. His past sucked. You WILL get emotional.  Especially when in his story we meet our villain

THE HIGH EVOLUTIONARY.

He brings new meaning to the word "Narcissist", and you will hate him. There's a lot to hate. He's pretty much getting his Dr. Frankenstein on, using parts from animals, humanoid creatures, and robotics. His victims suffer much and he don't give a SHIT!

Bradley Cooper (Rocket) is good! I always forget that he's part of the Marvel Universe. I was kinda hoping that Rocket's origin included being Bradley Cooper, but had his brain removed and put in a raccoon. And maybe something similar with Groot

Some dark stuff, but also a lot of LOL moments. I think they maneuvered the tones well.

I do wish that we got more of my main woman Debicki!

  And like many, I had hoped for more Adam Warlock, but I know time was tight in that regard. 

That's prob my main complaint about the film - TIME. It's 2hrs and 30 mins ----- TOO LONG, and yet the endings for these characters seemed rushed. Like... where they end up, individually, makes sense, but it feels like we skipped some emotional steps.

This is Rocket's story, and it's full of laughs, feels, and bad ass action! I really enjoyed this movie! PMB card renewed!

Grade: B+

What made this movie extra enjoyable for me was the news that someone dies in this movie (NOT a spoiler. I already told you about all of the murder. Murder always begats more murder, kids.

Any explosion near The Guardians --- NOOOO! One of them gets shot --- NOOOOO! Any time one of them was alone --- NOOOO! Eating a delicious, fatty, salt encrusted meal---- Heart Disease, NOOOOOO! On the toilet ---- isn't that how Elvis died? or is that a myth? People die that way though.

. What an interesting way for a Marvel character to die. “We'll all remember when Mantis crapped herself to death.” :)

NOOOOOOO!

Although, anxiety-inducing, it was certainly a more exciting way to watch. It was a kind of a gift. A gift which I now leave with you.

[measuringbliss]

Spider-Man Read-Through 007: Doc Ock Strikes Again! (P2)

MASTERPOST

ASM 57 time!

There's a newcomer and he's quite relatable.

After being annoyed at Peter's prolonged absences, Harry's starting to get very annoyed, and he's right. His best friend is amnesiac. Earlier in the arc, Harry said Peter didn't have to worry about him rummaging through his closet, but look at him! I assume Harry is not about to discover his best friend's secret identity (or it'd quickly get retconned), but this is still very fun to follow.

It's sad to see that amnesiac, Peter can't trust anybody as Spider-Man - everybody's either unhelpful or tries to trick him. Jonah also almost gets to see who's behind the mask... but Groosalugg intervenes! It's the second time that someone tricks Spidey to see his face in this arc (although Octopus admitted he didn't care... if only he knew!).

During their battle, Peter's getting some of his old personality back (noticeable on page 19)... but loses thanks to a kitty cat. Onto the next issue!

And as expected, Peter got his memories back! I'm actually impressed that I could pinpoint that he was getting them back - it's a testament to the quality of the writing.

But no rest for the warriors, as Alistair Smythe is back to help Jameson capture Spidey.

I missed his pretty face.

Smythe and Jameson are squabbling and Spidey clearly understands who they are. I'm starting to think he should have a microphone in his suit to incriminate Jameson and be done with it.

why is this so hot goddamnit

Nice parallel with the end of the previous issue!

There's been a small timeskip since Peter now knows that Aunt May is in the hospital.

They credit "Forbush Fashions" for Peter's Wardrobe and as a clothes connoisseur, I did a Google search. This search led me here, which led me here. Which. Okay. Let's move on!

This is the same outfit Peter was wearing in Spider-Man No More. It's fitting, considering how the current arc also focuses around his identity.

When Gwen stumbles on Peter, she almost, barely kisses him. And then she says Harry has been waiting for him. Poor Harry! You should comfort your boyfriend, Peter, he was worried sick.

MJ's endless energy for dancing is key to brainwashing important men from the city, but Captain Stacy fights back. MJ is very much like Elly from Persona 1 - bubbly, but oh so charming.

Anyway, the Kingpin's back! I vaguely thought it could be him, but didn't actually expect it! Once again, jaw dropped.

The next issue released was Marvel Super-Heroes 14, which I've already read some time ago, but I'll first read the next chronological issues because I'm i n v e s t e d.

Peter finally admits to himself that he loves Gwen!

He looks so pretty!

The Kingpin targets Peter, but his men only find poor Harry, who still supports Peter. Dammit, I love them.

Excellent covers.

Oh no...

The conclusion to the arc is nice enough! The weaves do get tangled...

Now, to quickly re-read MSH14... with Ross Andru, my man!

Am I supposed to think that Harry's showering in Peter's bedroom? Obviously not, but still, the logistics are a bit funny.

Don't mind me, just thirstin'.

This is *the* part I remembered about this issue. So memorable. What a great ending, a bit comical, a bit poetic. It's a weird issue, but I think it's certainly worth a read!

Overall, maybe a less interesting second half, but it still had great stuff.

[bunnimew]

Who are your fave morally gray, animated villains (can be from Dreamworks or any other companies)? I never kept up that much with Kung Fu Panda past the first movie, but it felt surreally exciting when I saw and heard Tai Lung in the newest film's trailer (he was the first film's villain). I got very nostalgic and remember he had a point in being mad that he got denied what he worked for, because he had "darkness in him" (that doesn't justify all he's done as a villain, but still).

Hi, Anon!

Man that morally gray really messes me up because I desperately want to say Yzma from Emperor's New Groove because she's just so much fun but I'm not sure she's in the gray at all 😂😂😂

I'll say the Diamonds from Steven Universe, though. They have a lot of personal growth to get through, and they're still on that journey, but that makes them so relatable and their struggle with it is pretty hilarious. A judgy person learning not to be judgy can be absolute gold comic relief. We're also fans of Jasper in this house. There's nothing wrong with wanting to be strong; Jasper just needs some lessons about what inner strength means and the overall strength that comes with self-control and restraint. Said another way, Jasper's a white belt. Everybody starts as a white belt. Steven Universe was a good show.

I'm gonna throw Doc Ock on this list because s/he's been animated several times and s/he's great. Most of the Spider-man villains are. They're rarely one-dimensional, which is what makes Marvel so good, but Ock in specific makes us feel for him, a lot like Conners, and the Spiderverse version clearly has a history with May and I want to know *all* about it.

Ursula (The Little Mermaid) in the movie is not morally gray, but in my heart she is. One day I might write the fic about it 😂

GASTON. He's clearly a villain in Beauty and the Beast but he's legit just doing what he thinks is right. He's a total idiot but great for a meme and therefore a fav.

MEGAMIND! He might be the palest on the grayscale but I love that. He subverts all villainous expectations and does it in such a clumsy and endearing way, how can you not love him?

Also Bog King from Strange Magic. His motives aren't wrong AND he gets to sing?? AND he gets the 'hero' in the end?? It's everything I wanted for Pitch 🤣 He also has a great design and great VA. We love us some Bog King.

And of course Pitch Black. Anyone who stumbles on our blog can see how much we love Pitch. 🖤🖤🖤

Honorable mentions go to Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls), Oogie Boogie (Nightmare Before Christmas), and Alastor (Hazbin Hotel).

Thanks for the ask, Anon! Morally gray is the best color 🤣