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nicole-tivan123 · 4 months ago
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Benicio is so tall omg! The fluffy hair is so cute too! 🖤🔥✨
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velnna · 1 year ago
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I designed Staeve's parents after an extensive worldbuilding spiel last night and I need you to not ask anything about any of the genetics
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why-i-love-comics · 24 days ago
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What if…?: Galactus Transformed Gambit #1 (2025)
written by Josh Trujillo art by Manuel Garcia & Ceci De La Cruz
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a-state-of-bliss · 2 months ago
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Tanel Bedrossiantz & Christy Turlington @ Jean Paul Gaultier Spr/Sum 1993
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heckcareoxytwit · 19 days ago
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In an alternate universe, Galactus takes Gambit and turns him into a herald for some reason. However, before Galactus could give his new herald a task; Gambit is not interested in his new job so he leaves the ship and declares that he has some unfinished business on Earth. Galactus sends his Punisher Robots after Herald-Gambit but the latter (Gambit) swats away the robots easily. Then, Galactus orders Herald-Gambit to stand down so that he could give him a new task - steal a planet from The Collector.
Some time later, The Collector is entertaining his guests in his private space museum when Herald-Gambit arrives, ready to do his new task. Herald-Gambit charms his way with the guests and Collector in the cosmic party while infiltrating through the space museum. As he goes deeper into the forbidden areas of the space museum, Herald-Gambit finds a planet which turned out that it had been shrunken down into the size of a ball and put on display as an exhibit. Before Herald-Gambit could do something, The Collector catches him and orders him not to destroy the records. The shrunken planet is Taa, the former planet which used to be Galactus' home. The Collector refuses to give the shrunken planet and he bargains with Herald-Gambit that he could make a new planet as a replacement as long as they leave his prized collection alone. However, Gambit doesn't buy the Elder of the Universe's claims so he creates explosions to distract the party guests. Herald-Gambit had not only disrupted Collector's party, he also blew up the vaults which held the collections and freed the captives from the cages. The Collector is outraged with Herald-Gambit for losing his prized collection but he could charge at him, he gets frozen on the spot. It turns out that with his amplified version of kinetic charge from the cosmic energy, Herald-Gambit could not only make things explode beyond his reach, he could also stop the motion of any living being too. Moments later, Galactus arrives at The Collector's Museum and learns that his home planet had been shrunk and turned into an exhibit. Disgusted and angry over the fate of his lost home planet, Galactus shrinks Collector down to add into his own collection.
What If…? Galactus Transformed Gambit #1, 2025
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hawkeyecaroldanvers · 8 days ago
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*The 11 characters with the most screen time are listed
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comicwaren · 19 days ago
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From What If…? Galactus Transformed Gambit #001
Art by Manuel García and Ceci de la Cruz
Written by Josh Trujillo
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il-contessino-tucci · 5 months ago
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fandomfics · 5 months ago
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Memories Are All We Have
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Pairing: Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel x fem reader
Masterlist
Description: you've lost your memory, but you run into someone you have an undeniable pull to, you just know that you can trust them. Can they help you get your memory back?
Word count: 6.4k
⚠️Warnings⚠️
Au, Canon typical violence, death, mentions of suicide, suicide attempt, memory loss, abandonment, fluff, angst, dialog from some tertiary characters pulled from and/or heavily inspired by quotes from comics and movies.
A/N: the end got a lot heavier than I originally intended, but it just felt right. It is up for interpretation though.
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The dark cloudless sky above you shines bright with a billion tiny points of light surrounding a full moon. A beautiful sight cut by the grittiness of the sandy dirt that seeps into the crevasses of your tactical suit, easing you into an overstimulating discomfort that nearly brings you to the brink of a mental breakdown. You lay in the remains of a spacecraft with no recollection of how you came to be amidst the wreckage.
You strain to remember yourself, but nothing appears. You desperately search for something, anything, to tell you the simplest information about yourself but nothing manifests other than a dull ache behind your eyes.
Something bright like a ball of fire appears above you in the sky, growing larger as the seconds pass, you realize it's coming straight towards you. You scramble to your feet and break into a run, looking behind you to see if you're at a safe distance you realize the object has changed course and is still on its way to you. In your haste your foot makes contact with a small boulder and you careen forward flat on your face.
When you turn onto your back you see a figure standing over you. She looks familiar, but the only thing you know is that you can trust her. A feeling deep in your gut says that you know this woman, it's all you have to go on as she stalks forward with a searing anger plastered to her face.
"Please...help me?" You say unmoving.
She briefly hesitates and confusion flashes in her eyes momentarily before she speaks. "Don't play games with me."
She reaches out and grabs your wrist, pulling you to your feet before restraining both your hands behind you.
"I don't know what youre talking about. I- I cant remember anything. Do you know me?"
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"Shuri, I don't know. Seems a little convenient." Carol Danvers is not convinced that your memories are completely wiped out.
"My scans all show that she's telling the truth. Her memories have disappeared from her brain entirely and so have any powers she had. It's like they never existed in the first place."
"The ship she crashed came from the collector, I'm gonna go gather some Intel. Something tells me this could be more dire than a little memory loss."
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A seedy bar with seedier patrons bustles with lively music as Carol waits for her contact. She doesn't know how he gets his information, but he's never been wrong before.
"Hey there hot stuff" he sits next to her as she rolls her eyes hard.
"What do you have for me?" She cuts straight to the point.
"What, no foreplay?" He tried to flash a charming smile but she keeps her face stern until he caves. "Uh, anyway... The collector acquired this new device. It's meant to collect memories in criminal trials to be stored and replayed, but the one he got was modified. It permanently collects them from the subject, typically leaving them a little...dead."
"Shit. Thanks." She hands over his payment and immediately leaves the bar, returning to her ship.
She presses a few buttons on a console and the holographic image of Shuri flickers to life. "What did you find Carol?"
"Its worse than we could have imagined."
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You spend days in Shuri's lab as she runs test after test with Carol looking on. Your poked and proded by various instruments and needles until you're on the brink of madness. Neither woman speaks to you much unless it's a requirement of the current test. Instead they speak to each other as if you're not even there.
"The only way for the memories to return is with the device." She concludes.
"You're positive?" The skepticism clear in Carol's eyes.
"Absolutely."
Finally she speaks directly to you, "The plan is simple, the collector wants you back, there's a bounty on your head and I'm going pretend to collect. Once we have access to the building we can use the device and restore your memories before destroying it."
"I don't know how to fight. I'll be useless when we get inside."
Carol rolls her eyes before speaking, "it's a long trip, I'll train you on the way."
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The ship is dark and quiet, you're meant to be sleeping, but all you're trying to do is wrack your brain, understand what's happening.
Suddenly there's a blade at your throat. You were so lost in thought you failed to notice Carol creep up on you.
"You're dead." She pulls the knife away from your throat, "how the hell am I supposed to train you? It's like you have no survival instincts whatsoever."
"Well excuse me for having an existential crisis because I know absolutely nothing about myself." You snap.
A frown tugs at your lips as she stalks away in a huff. She is cold, demanding, and ruthless. You know she hates you, but you don't know why. You try to be as nice as possible but it seems to irritate her even more, and she won't tell you anything about yourself, insisting that you'll learn when they get your memories back from the collector.
Day after day for a week your hours are filled with combat training. She doesn't let up no matter how exhausted you are. She punctuates every move to overpower you with a growled "Dead. Again."
Finally you break, "Why do you even care anyway? Huh? You clearly hate me. Why are you even helping me?"
"I don't hate you." You almost believe her. It's clear that it's complicated, not as easy as just hatred. It's deep and complex. Sometimes when she looks at you, her eyes sparkle for a fraction of a second as if she's remembering something good before morphing to disdain.
"Please, just tell me..." You plead, "I know we mean something to each other. I can feel it."
"We don't." She is short with you, but you're determined to get something out of her. Anything.
"Then at least tell me why you're helping me." You say as you follow her closely through the ship.
She sees that you're not going to give up and gives you the smallest bit she can in hopes of satiating your curiosity until you get to your destination. "It's for a friend I made a promise to a long time ago." She softens a bit at the thought. "When she was taken from me by a mad titan, I vowed to avenge her. With your help, your memories, I can."
Training is easier now that you have a sense of purpose and you understand Carol a tiny bit better. Not only are you doing this for yourself, you're doing it for Carol and the friend she lost. It feels like you're finding yourself even if she won't tell you anything.
"Can you tell me more about your friend?" You ask after a long sparring session a few weeks later as you lay across a chair exhausted.
She pauses for a moment, you think she's going to tell you it's none of your business but she starts to speak softly. "She was incredible. Her passion was unmatched. When she found something she thought was worth fighting for, worth believing in, she was all in." You see tears welling in her eyes as she stares down at the weapon she's polishing, "We fought together for so long until one day, she couldn't do it anymore."
She heads to the helm of the ship, signaling the end of the conversation. You mull her words over, try and think of anything you can say to ease her pain, but nothing you come up with feels right.
Her attitude has toward you hasn't changed, but you're hopeful that as soon as your memories are returned to you, you can mend relationship that you must have previously had.
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You run over the plan in your head again and again as you approach the massive celestial severed head known as knowhere. It seems familiar but you gawk at the sight nonetheless, the juxtaposition of the skeletonized head among an interstellar cloud of gas, plasma, and dust amalgamating in a beautiful range of yellows, greens, and blues is breath taking.
The approach seems to take an eternity as nerves settle in your stomach. Carol is dressed in a disguise of sorts and you are cuffed. She places a key in your pocket to use later and you exit the ship. She puts on a show of shoving you forward towards the guard at the entrance of the collection causing you to stumble forward.
"Here for a bounty." She says curtly as she looks up at the towering being before her.
He speaks into a device on his wrist and the door opens, he nods and you make your way inside. The amount of items that surround you is staggering. Relics, Knick knacks, beings... You have a hard time picking just one thing to look at, you could spend years wandering the building and still not see everything.
Carol ignores the surrounding objects and heads straight for the lift. She doesn't speak to you the entire journey up until she notices you shifting from foot to foot and fiddling with your hands.
"Relax."
"I don't know if I'm -" your words are cut short by the doors opening. A man with a shock of white hair and heavy unblinking eyes stands before you. A small smile curls at the corner of his lips when he sees you.
"As agreed upon." He hands Carol payment and she returns to the lift. You stare back at her, mouth agape. This was not the plan. This was not a back up plan. She left you. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you try to subtly search your pocket for the cuff keys, but it's gone.
"You poor thing. You think she was going to follow through with whatever half baked scheme she used to lure you in? Bounty hunters can be awfully manipulative." He circles you, inspecting your body in the way one would with any number of the relics in his collection. "Bet she promised to help you get your life back." He says with a tap of his index finger to your temple.
The tears fall freely. You feel used. Anger builds in your chest until it bursts forth in a primal scream that threatens to rip your vocal cords to shreds as the collector chuckles behind you. He stands close behind you, you feel his hot breath on the shell of your ear.
"I can give those memories back," his voice is low, "work with me and you'll have your memories and anything else you could ever want."
"You took my them from me in the first place, why would you give them back?" You turn in place quickly to face him.
"You left before we could finish the job." He uncuffs you, "you see, you came to me. You wanted some of your memories removed." His hands cup your cheeks, "the machine malfunctioned and you ran away before we could do anything. Even without your powers you are strong." He presses his lips gently to yours and you recoil at his touch.
"You'll remember me soon enough."
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Your eyes are held open by the machine, you feel it probe the pathways of your brain until it reaches its destination.
"We have to sort through some things my dear." You hear the voice of Taneleer Tivan echo in your head as flashes of images play in your mind.
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"That one looks like a cat!" You look to your left and see a young blonde girl beside you where you lay in a field of tall grass. Her arm is outstretched to the sky as she points to a particular cloud.
"I think it looks more like a goose!" You fall into a fit of giggles and the girl beside you joins in.
"Carol! Time for dinner!" She gets up with an overly dramatic sigh.
"Guess I gotta go, I'll see you tomorrow!"
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"Definitely don't need that one." Tivan's voice rings clearly as the memory fades to nothing.
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"What if they don't like me?" The same girl sits next to you on a bench outside your favorite ice cream shop. She's several years older, mid teens maybe, but it's unmistakably her.
"Impossible. They'd have to be stupid to not see how cool you are." She licks around the edges of the waffle cone as the icy treat starts to melt.
"I'm serious." You cast your eyes down.
Carol places a hand on yours and you feel your stomach flip as you look up at her, "They're gonna love you." Her words are soft, "Plus, maybe one day you can be one of the X-Men! Living in a mansion is also an added bonus." She laughs and your heart lightens. You're still nervous, but she's taken the edge off.
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"Useless."
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A flicker of several memories of Charles Xavier teaching you to hone your abilities fill your vision. He had a particular interest in you as you both share the same sorts of power, your time in the x-mansion was often spent with him.
"When an individual acquires great power, the use or misuse of that power is everything. Do not squander it. It is our birthright... Perhaps, our burden. With that power comes responsibility -- and also accountability." You're walking the grounds around the mansion with the professor, enjoying the beautiful weather. "This is only the first step on a long and difficult journey. Throughout your life, there is going to be a lot of people telling you not to be you. Don't let them tear you down. Don't compromise. You have the chance to become part of something much bigger than yourself. Right now you are in control of your destiny. You remember that."
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"I have a good feeling about those"
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"I'm so glad you came!" you greet Carol with a hug. You feel like it's been ages since you saw your best friend. You've only been away a few months since moving into the mansion, but not seeing her every day has been difficult.
You stand on a pier surrounded by carnival games and rides, the sea breeze tousles her hair around her face as the smell of funnel cake and popcorn invades your nostrils. You take her hand and run to the end of the pier where the sea lions lounge on the platforms below. You comment back and forth on the behavior of an especially rambunctious pup whose antics have left you both in a fit of giggles.
You've missed her smile, her laugh, everything about her. You feel the fluttering of butterflies in your stomach as you watch her lean her elbows on the wooden rails and smile down at the mammals below. The realization of what she truly means to you hits you like a freight train.
You are in love with your best friend.
"Promise me something Carol."
"Anything." Her eyes are bright as they look up to you.
"Best friends forever. No matter what. We'll always be there for each other." You hold your pinky out to solidify the pact and she wraps her pinky around yours.
"Always and forever."
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"Guess she lied. Let's get rid of that."
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Years later you are visiting home, It's your 18th birthday and you and Carol have spent the day celebrating with friends and family.
"I know the perfect way to end the day." She says as the last guest leaves. "Come on, let's go."
The pair of you hop in her truck and drive until you've hit a secluded hilltop away from the light pollution. You climb out and she hoists herself into the bed of the truck, extending her hand to help you do the same. As you climb in you step onto a mattress and Carol begins to pull pillows and blankets out of a duffle bag. Once the bed is all cozy you both lay down and look up at the stars.
"Happy birthday." She whispers as her hand grabs yours, intertwining your fingers together.
You feel a tingle of adoration spread through your body, a smile stretches across your lips. "Thank you."
Comfortable silence fills a chunk of time before Carol's voice finally breaks it. "I want you to read my mind."
The shock on your face is apparent, you've always made it a point to ensure that you don't invade the privacy of people's minds unless it's dire or they've given you permission, and Carol has never given you permission before. "Why now?"
"Just look, please." Her eyes show a mixture of fear and anticipation. Your eyes close and gently you probe her mind, she opens up to you and you feel love envelope you in a warm embrace, you feel the squeeze of her hand as her voice rings clear in your head. "I always thought what I had was just a childhood crush, but it never went away. I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember."
Your eyes snap open and you look to Carol, before you can register what's happening, tears fall from your eyes. It wasn't just you. She felt it too.
"Please say something." Her brow furrows with worry and you rush to answer her.
"Me too." You reach your free hand to cup her face, turning your body to face her, "Can I kiss you?" She nods and you lean into her. Your lips brush against hers softly before deepening the kiss. This is the happiest moment of your life.
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"Don't need this one."
You feel the machine trying to rip the memory back from your mind and you hold tight. Not this one. You want at least one reminder of the good before you see how things ended.
The machine doesn't seem to alert Tivan of the failure to remove it and he continues forward.
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Flashes of the next six years invade your mind, little moments spent with Carol when the two of you got any chance to. She had moved closer to you, but between your training to become a full member of the X-Men and her joining the air force to become a pilot you weren't able to spend as much time together as you would have liked.
You spoke on the phone nearly every day, a lot of happy meet ups and conversations took place, but the distance and time brought up plenty of arguments as well.
"We need to figure something out Carol. I love you more than anything, but we can't keep this up. We need to figure out where our lives are heading." You say exasperatedly over the phone.
"I know baby, but I need time to figure it out."
"We've had six years to figure it out, and every time I try and talk to you about how we can build a home for ourselves and be together, truly together, rather than this bullshit, you push it off. It's never the right time. Maybe it never will be..." You feel defeated.
"What are you saying?"
"I don't know. I just can't keep waiting like this." You hang up the phone and sob. Did you just break up with her or give her an ultimatum? You aren't sure. Your mind is swimming, you go to bed and toss and turn all night thinking about the implications of the conversation.
The next few days you don't receive your usual call, but you don't worry. She's probably giving you space to cool off before you try and talk through it, maybe this time will be different.
On the fourth day one of your housemates calls you to the phone. Your nervous to hear what Carol has to say. You hope she's finally come up with some sort of plan, a timeline.
"Hello?"
The person on the other end confirms your identity before relaying the worst news of your life. She's gone. Killed in a test flight.
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"She spent years jerking you around and them poof, gone. We can keep this one."
He spends the next several hours sifting through the next ten years of your life. Becoming part of the X-Men and a teacher, dedicating your life to the kids you taught, nearly being killed, your slow decent into depression and fading of your faith in yourself, leaving the school to move back to your hometown only to work as a librarian.
He kept the memories he deemed necessary and removed everything else. You constantly felt like something was being ripped from your mind but you couldn't remember what.
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"I'd like to check this out." The voice is a familiar echo of your past as a book slams on the desk in front of you, you look up to see Carol, your lost love, not having aged at all. There's only one explanation.
"Mystique, I haven't worked with Charles in years, I don't have anything you want." You stare into her eyes coldly.
"What? It's me, really. Carol."
"You aren't very convincing, she's been dead for ten years. You should have picked someone else." You wave your hand in dismissal as you move towards your return cart.
"Look into my mind." She brings herself back into your sight around the desk.
You reach out and find that she's pushing forward her recollection of times you had spent with her in private, loving little moments, then the events of the last ten years, displaying them for you, trying to get you to understand what happened.
"Why did you wait 4 years after you found yourself again?" The pain in your voice as you stumbled through the words was clear.
"I was afraid. I spent days after our last conversation being mad until I realized I wasn't being fair to you. I planned to call you after the test flight... Then when I came back I saw that you were happy at the school and I didn't want to ruin that again."
"What were you going to say? After the flight." Your eyes fill with tears as old wounds reopen and tear at your insides.
"I wasn't sure at first." She whispers, "I was going to tell you to leave me, that I couldn't give you what you wanted or needed, but then when I thought about that as I took off on that flight. The world was a little dimmer, I couldn't see the beauty I usually saw from the cockpit. My dreams of flying didn't matter if I didn't have you."
You both stand still, eyes connected as tears trail down your faces. Her hand reaches for yours and you allow her to take it.
"I'm sorry. For everything. I just wanted you to know that, and maybe give you some sort of closure if you needed it." She drops your hand and turns to leave.
She's almost to the door when you call out to her. "Carol, wait!" Your body acts on its own and you run and jump into her arms, wrapping your legs around her hips as her hands land under your thighs to support you and you smash your lips against her in a frenzied kiss. Your love for Carol never faded, it was always there, this was like settling back into your own bed after a long trip away from home. A comforting warm embrace that felt safe.
You're both left panting when the kiss breaks and you rest your forehead against hers.
"Can I take you out?" Her smile beams wide and you nod.
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"Ah, this is a moment you told me about. When you look back on it you feel like a fool. You definitely don't want this."
It feels wrong, you fight to keep this too, but it slips through your grasp until you have no idea what it was you were trying to save.
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Another flood of memories, years of happiness at Carol's side as you fight against the evils of the universe. You have fights and disagreements just like before, but this time you're together through it all. It's not perfect, but you work through your problems together, until you can't.
In your time among the stars you start to feel jaded, the looming threat of the mad titan Thanos begins to weigh heavily on you. You watch as countless beings fall fighting beside you and Carol in the name of what's right.
"This universe is finite, its resources finite. If life is left unchecked, life will cease to exist. It needs correction. I know what it's like to lose. To feel so desperately that you're right, yet to fail nonetheless. It’s frightening." Thanos stands over the body of another friend he has slain in the name of his purpose as he speaks to you. "Help me end the suffering that plagues this place. Help me restore balance to the universe, a quest truly worthy of your talents."
He extends a hand to you, an open invitation to join his cause. You think back on every poverty stricken community you've encountered, every starving child, every avoidable tragedy, and you take his hand.
Carol finally catches up to you in this moment, you look back and see her face fall in confusion, "I'm sorry, I can't keep fighting the inevitable."
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The remainder of your memories that involve Carol are bitter, full of anguish. She treats you like any other enemy she's ever had, stoking the fire of your hatred for her.
Then something comes loose, a memory that was wiped before you met Tivan. Guilt shreds your insides as the image flashes through your mind. Years spent in service of Thanos to wipe out half the universe, killing in the name of his quest. It was never your intention.
You had just lost another friend in a battle to find Thanos. You lay on your back amidst the rubble and chaos after having defeated the last wave of Chitari, and you made a decision, you were done fighting a loosing battle, you had to do something to end this.
You formulated a plan then and there. The next time you met Thanos face to face you would get close enough to rip him apart with your mind, spread every molecule of his being across space and time until they are consumed by the heat of the stars and lost in black holes. This effort would certainly kill you, but you couldn't fight anymore. Not when people were dying left and right and there was seemingly no end in sight. You didn't tell Carol, you knew she would try and stop you. You didn't tell anyone. This was your burden to bear.
The thing you hadn't anticipated was the mind stone. You were so wrapped in grief and guilt you were short sighted. The second he touched your hand with the gauntlet your memory of the plan was gone. You were fully in his hold, a servant.
The machine begins to shake beneath you. Your eyes go white and you are no longer in control of your body. The straps and instruments that hold you down seem to disobey gravity as they disassemble themselves and float away. Your body rises in the air and a burst of energy flows from you, atomizing the machine beneath you and releasing every memory back to you.
The air crackles with telepathic energy as your mind searches for the collector, but he's no longer there. How long were you out of control? You reach out again to whoever is around, you sense a familiar presence, Carol.
Your eyes return to normal and you land with your feet firm on the floor, you are full of determination. You feel the suffering of countless beings in the building. Floor by floor you release them, taking out any guards or threats on your way. When you're halfway through you finally find Carol slumped over in a clear case amid other heroes that have gone missing across the universe. You release the others one by one and ask to probe their minds before unlocking the abilities that the collector had somehow managed to dampen.
When you make it to Carol's case you sit on the ground next to her and pull her into your lap, gently you push the hair from her face. She barely stirs before her hands are around your neck, she's weak but you don't fight when she pushes into you, your back pressed against the ground as she straddles you.
"It's okay. I deserve it." You choke out through tears. You reach into her mind and unlock her powers without probing further.
"What are you doing?" She screams in frustration.
"You need your abilities to rescue everyone else. Please Carol, just do it." You sob, you don't fight her in the slightest. "I can't live with what I've done, I don't want to."
The pressure at your throat increases until your vision darkens around the edges.
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"It's too dangerous Carol!" You hear Shuri's voice in the distance.
"I need to know more. I need to understand what the hell happened in there. She wanted me to kill her." She whisper shouts.
"You were supposed to make sure she didn't get anything back, she's dangerous. You know that better than anyone else."
Carol sighs heavily, "That's why I'm taking her to a deserted planet. Once we have our feet on the ground I'll send the ship back into orbit. If something happens to me, at least she won't be able to hurt anyone else."
You don't hear the rest of the conversation as the crushing weight of your reality bares down on your chest until you struggle to breathe. Your eyes are fixed to the ceiling above you, but you see nothing. Your mind fogs up until your eyes loose focus and your thoughts vacate your mind.
You feel the ship land and Carol snaps you out of your trance, guiding you out of the ship before you watch it rise back into the air and disappear from sight.
You're in the middle of a field of tall grass, much like the one you and Carol played in as kids, this would be a good place to go. You sink to your knees before the love of your life and wait for her to speak.
"What happened to you?" She whispers, her voice full of emotion.
"I just wanted everything to stop. I didn't want to keep watching our friends and family suffering needlessly in a war that we were loosing in." Your eyes latch onto hers, "I was going to kill him myself, even if it meant I would die in the process. I didn't want to tell you, I knew you'd try and stop me."
You could see a shift in her gaze, understanding blooms in her features and you know she believes you, but the anger is still there.
"You killed for him."
"I was so wrapped up in my plan that I didn't think about the mind stone." You hang your head in shame. "I fucked up. I don't deserve mercy, I don't deserve to live. I let my emotions drive me to the point of endangering countless lives."
When you look up, she's gone. Her silhouette disappearing into the purple sky. You fall back into the grass and watch the sky change with the fading light of the sun as it dips below the horizon. You lay unmoving until exhaustion overtakes you and your eyes close.
Your sleep is fitful, nightmares of everything you'd done since joining Thanos plagues your vision. The face of every person you ever hurt flips through your mind like a photo album. You know you were manipulated, but the pain of your actions consumes you. The gnawing guilt is more than you can take, you don't want to wait for Carol to possibly return to put you out of your misery.
You rise from the ground and take flight into the dawn, you want to see something beautiful. You fly over the surface of the planet taking in its lush beauty. You make it to the Mountains taller than you've ever seen, dense forests with trees of colors you can't begin to describe, a bright sea with beaches of white sands.
When you're finally ready you shoot through the atmosphere as fast as your abilities will carry you. Your breathing becomes laboured as you break through the last layer, the icy chill of space envelopes you and your last thought of Carol's face.
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They say your life flashes before your eyes before you die, but this memory is only vaguely familiar to you. You lay in the recovery room in the X-mansion, but you can't place when. Your eyes adjust to the brightness of the room and next to you a figure sits with her head in her hands.
"Carol." Your voice is weak, barely a whisper.
Her head shoots up, tears in her eyes as one of her hands desperately clasps onto yours and the other clasps your cheek.
"There you are."
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girlwhodoeskratom · 4 months ago
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Tanel Bedrossiantz & Sylvia van der Klooster @ Jean Paul Gaultier Fall/Winter, 1999 Ready-to-Wear
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strangenewwords · 4 months ago
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X-23 #18 (2010)
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nicole-tivan123 · 9 months ago
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I’d smash both at the same time Ngl! 🔥
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wicked-barbie · 2 months ago
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Unraveled
MCU: Taneleer Tivan x Bounty Hunter!Reader
Rating: Mature
WC: 2.1 k 
Prompt: “I am a point in time and space. And I am the truths that I create” -Ish by Will Wood for @sweetspicybingo (Lyrical Bingo Collection)
Warnings: Sex Pollen, oral, sex, a smidge of Sir kink, vine bondage, fem reader, size kink, telepathy
Summary: You bring Taneleer a bounty for his collection and some unexpected consequences occur
A/n: IDK, I'm just simping for Benicio lately
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Carina carried the holobox in her hands and presented it to Taneleer. He peered curiously at the strange object as she placed it before him. He leaned closer, seizing it closely with the glasses perched on his face.
“This arrived for you, Master,” Carina announced, respectfully bowing.
“Most curious. Thank you, Carina,” Teneleer replied, waving his hand to indicate her dismissal. 
She tilted her head before scurrying away, no doubt hopeful to see how the contraption worked.
Taneleer ran his gloved hand over the gadget before the hologram appeared. He let out an amused chuckle when your face came into view.
“It’s been a long time, Tivan,” you grinned.
“Indeed it has.”
“I found something more like someone you might want to add to your collection. Had a bounty put out, and I tracked him down. Of course, I’d be willing to hand him over to you for the right price.”
“Let me see if this so-called creature piques my interest,” Taneleer replied, though his interest was piqued, and you knew it.
You tapped the screen of your wristband and projected the image of Howard the Duck. Taneleer slipped off his glasses, his eyes wide with curiosity.
“What is the current bounty?” he asked. You had to hand it to him; he always knew how to keep his cool—one of the many things you liked about him.
“40,000 units,” you shrugged. It had actually been 30,000, but you knew how to drive up your price.
“I’ll give you 50,000,” he replied simply.
“Tell you what? You can give me 45,000 if you let me come to Knowhere and poke around,” you grinned.
A deep grumble rumbled through his chest, and he raised a white brow. “It is a deal, though if you don’t arrive within three days, the offer is null and void.”
“Oh, you sweet talker, and tell you what, you can keep the holo-box as an added bonus. I lifted it off some kind of agent S.W.O.R.D or something like that,” you laughed, giving him a salute and a wink before ending the communication.
You took your sweet time arriving at Knowhere, ensuring you made it just under the wire. You enjoyed keeping Taneleer on his toes. You docked your ship as Howard made a huge fuss in the cage you had secured him in. Who knew a duck could be so foul-mouthed? You tap your foot impatiently as the port doors open to allow you entrance. Taneleer peered at you from overtop his glasses, an annoyed look on his face.
“You were almost late,” he admonished.
“But I’m not,” you pointed out, a smirk crossing your face.
“Let us see this, Howard the Duck,” he hummed, pushing past you, shoulders brushing together as he crouched and examined the curious creature in the cage. “Most fascinating.” You could pick up on his excitement and know he’s pleased with the newest piece to add to his collection.
He summoned Carina to take Howard away before his hands settled on your hips. He has a good few inches on you and loomed overhead. “It is good to see you again,” he whispered into your ear.
You closed your eyes as a shiver ran through you, fighting the urge to fall into old habits. “You too, Tivan. Now I believed I was promised some poking around?”
He snorted, pulling away. “But of course, I always live up to my end.” He offered you his arm, leading you around the glass enclosures.
You moved away from his grasp as a massive plant, tinted in vivid shades of fuschia and magenta with sprawling green vines, caught your eye. You’re captivated by it, unable to tear your eyes away, and so caught up in your staring that when Taneleer’s hand settled on the small of your back, you nearly jumped out of your skin.
“A special flora from Terma,” he hummed, his deep voice vibrating through you.
You tilt your head as the petals contract, exposing deep red stamens. The crimson anthers pulse before releasing golden pollen that fluttered in the air like glitter. Only then do you realize the glass enclosure was improperly secured, the pollen escaping through the tiny crack and tickling your nose. Your eyes water, and you press your hand under your nose as you sneeze. A warm feeling surged deep in your belly, flooding your veins as an insatiable lust overtook your body.
“Tivan, please tell me that’s not what I think it is,” you muttered, whirling around to face him.
His large hands cupped your face as a dark chuckle fell from his lips. “I told you it was special. Carina must have been careless with her cleaning; I’ll deal with her later,” he said, his hands moving over your shoulders before settling on your waist.
You doubt this was Carina’s fault. Taneleer liked having the upper hand. Not that you minded much.
“You had your look around. Now, how about I take care of you? I hear the effects can be quite overwhelming,” he purred before his lips captured yours in a heated kiss.
You can’t help but groan, rolling onto your tiptoes to slide your arms around his neck while pressing your body closer against his. The dirtiest thoughts flood your mind as your tongue glided into his mouth. You gasped as Taneleer pinned you against the enclosure and pinned your hands above your head.
“You know I can hear your thoughts,” he mused, a smirk tugging at his lips.
“Oh, this keeps getting better and better,” you sighed.
His gloved thumb traced over your lips, parting them before sliding the digit into your warm mouth. Your eyes fluttered shut as you suckled on the appendage.
“I believe I prefer you in this state. Pliable, submissive, malleable,” he grinned, his sharp white teeth in perfect view.
You whined, feeling a deep pulsing in your core. “Tivan, stop teasing,” you whispered, needing him to touch you.
His mouth was hot against your neck, teeth scraping over your tender skin as you squirmed in his tight grasp. “But it is so enjoyable,” he taunted. One large hand kept your wrists secured as the other moved over your body, sliding down your stomach and dipping inside your pants. His touch was warm against your wet flesh, covered fingers slowly dragging over your damp folds. All you could do was squirm and mewl pathetically.
Heat flooded your face when he pulled his hand and then tugged your pants down your ankles, slowly pulling them free from your boots until they were in a pile on the floor. A slew of curse words ran through your mind, causing Taneleer to chuckle. You give over to the pleasure as Taneleer knelt in front of you, his breath warm against your damp pussy. The pollen does its job as the warmth and euphoria completely take you over, and you surrender willingly. You’re free from his vice grip, his mouth hot on your inner thigh. He lifted his head, pulling off the gloves with his teeth before settling his strong hands on your hips.
“Go on, my beauty,” he whispered, and you know he isn’t talking to you. You hear the rustling behind you as the vines extend from the flora before wrapping around your wrists to keep you in place.
Two of Taneleer’s fingers swirled against you, gathering up your wetness. You whimpered as you watched him through heavy eyes as he suckled them clean. A shiver ran through him.
“You are delicious,” he purred before his mouth attached to you.
You pull against the vines, keeping you in place; a third has wound around your waist to ensure you’re not going anywhere. Taneleer’s strength surprised you as he guided your legs over his shoulders, lifting you before his tongue delved deep inside. He was slow and gentle at first, taking his tongue to explore you before his tongue thrusting became faster, more brutal, and the pressure inside you built, held together by a very thin band threatening to snap.
“Tivan,” you whined, rutting against his intoxicating mouth as best you could.
Call me, Sir. His deep voice echoed through your head.
“Sir,” you breathed out, the title rolling easily off your tongue as the band deep inside your belly threatened to unravel.
Go on, I can tell you’re hanging by a thread. His tongue curled and hit that sweet spot inside you, and everything snapped. You’re almost embarrassed by how intensely you orgasm. Taneleer’s mouth was shiny as he lifted his head from between your damp thighs. His fingers stroked over your hips, tracing delicately over your flesh before standing.
“You would make an obscene display, tied up and bared as such,” he smirked.
“Don’t you dare,” you hissed.
“No, there are certain things I like to keep for myself.”
Usually, you’d cause a stir when being referred to as a thing, but at the moment, it only added to the desire currently boiling through you.
“Still not satisfied?” Taneleer teased, his curved knuckles rapping on the cage, and the flora released you, the green vines slithering away into the safety of the glass before he locked the glided cage.
You narrowed your eyes as his large palms cupped the sides of your face. “How are you not affected by it?”
Taneleer chuckled, tapping the edge of his finger against the tip of his nose. You can make out the nearly invisible plug nestled between his nostrils if you squint.
“Oh, you bastard, you planned this,” you growled.
“Are you not enjoying it?” he asked, raising a brow as his thumb traced over your mouth.
You bit your lower lip. “I’m enjoying it a lot,” you whispered. His mouth pressed against yours, capturing you in a heated kiss.
“It has been too long, and our trysts are anything but dull,” he murmured against your kiss-bitten mouth.
“Now, now, that almost sounded romantic.”
He lifted you into his arms, carrying you over to the desk and placing you on it before removing your vest and shirt. Your hands peeled his furry coat away, sliding your hands over the skin you bared before pressing your lips to the heated skin of his chest. He whispered words in an unfamiliar language against the curve of your shoulder as you plunged your hand into his pants, stroking his cock and enjoying how his flesh hardened against your palm. You leaned back on the desk and spread your legs wide. Your nails nipped into his flesh as he filled you, stretching you wide. A small whimper fell from your mouth as you took in his massive girth.
His mouth claimed one of your breasts, tongue circling your nipple as your fingers slipped through his white hair. Bodies pressed tightly as each powerful thrust made your body tremble. You braced your hand on the back of his neck, letting yourself melt into the ardor as you give yourself entirely over to him. It felt like you were floating, and a vibration ran through Taneleer, making your clit throb. It doesn’t take long to send you into a second release.
The third occurred in his bedroom, bathing in a blue muted glow and soft furs decorating the bed, creating a plush cocoon as he took you on your hands and knees. You marvel at how soft the fur was beneath your hands as you gripped it tightly, Taneleer driving his cock deep inside you. You could almost taste the sweat beading on his skin. You’re feeling satiated as a third release rumbled through your sore body, spilling you over the edge as you began to feel raw. You curled your naked body on top of his wide chest, his hand stroking your hair as one would soothe a cat. You don’t complain because, in the aftermath, it feels downright delightful.
Your fingers traced over his warm skin, breathing in the faint tang of his sweat. “You are still such a mystery, Tivan,” you whispered.
A deep chuckle rumbled through him, raising his chest as his hand cupped the back of your head. You tilted your head up, meeting his gaze and becoming lost in his eyes, which seemed to resemble swirling galaxies.
“I am a point in time and space, and I am the truth that I create. His velvety voice echoed through your head. You’re starting to think some of that pollen had also gotten to him.
“Fine, be that way,” you sighed, closing your eyes as you settled into sleep, in no mood for his riddles right now.
“Maybe one day I’ll let you unravel me, but not tonight,” he whispered before kissing the top of your head.
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why-i-love-comics · 23 days ago
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What if…?: Galactus Transformed Gambit #1 (2025)
written by Josh Trujillo art by Manuel Garcia & Ceci De La Cruz
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comicchannel · 2 days ago
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Marvel Legends Series The Collector and Grandmaster (SDCC) Hasbro E5796
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lokkasart · 2 years ago
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I can't draw Thor(
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