#v:616

[thefastestaround]

"Doesn't mean you can't try. Put his head and body in different cities? Might take him a while." Anything they could do to Wade would seem grotesque and over the top. Unless you knew Wade. And which their response would be justified and never enough. "Probably since you were a teenager. Most of your kisses seem like they would be rushed and unfulfilling. Just like a teenager. A teenager who is bad at kissing."

"Well, anythin' Ah do t'him ain't gonna stick if it was his gremlin ass..." She really might need to kick his ass into next Sunday. Or at the very least cuss him out, a lot. She followed the direction Pietro was looking and squinted. She was considering ripping the camera down, but then he went and started talking again and her head snapped back around to glare at him. "A horny teenager? Since when?! Ah was kissin' even before Ah had real control, thank you very much!"

[avengerscompound]

Deadpool V Gambit (2016)

[silverjetsystm]

KNIGHT OF THE MOON

FIST OF SO-CALLED VENGEANCE

PAH!

YOU ARE NOTHING MORE THAN A BROKEN PLAYTHING

YOUR SOUL FRACTURED UNDER THE OVERBEARING WEIGHT OF MY OFFSPRING

YOU ARE AS MUCH OF A THREAT AS AN ANT TO A MOUNTAIN

STAND AGAINST ME IF YOU WILL

AND YOU WILL BE BLINDED BY MY RIGHTEOUS FIRE

When was the last time he saw the sun? After his fourth resurrection, leading his ‘siblings’ against Varnae and his Bloodcoven? Kicking Tutor’s vampire pyramid scheme from shadows into dawn’s waves breaching rooftops? Age of Khon.shu’s endless nights broken by the Aven.gers, Phoenix’s cosmic fire burning him from the inside out? Returning to the Manor/penthouse/bolthole/Mission/Home after a patrol to Marlene (and Diatrice)/stop it stop it/Tess? [@themckaytriarchy] Those were in his vestments. His mask.

No. Not those.

Can we go see the Prince of Egypt?

Again, Rand? How many times are we gonna see it?

You liked it before!!

Getting to know their daughter. The lull.

‘By the power of Ra’ hisses his fractured memory.

Seeing Amon-Ra is like staring directly at the surface of the sun. Feels like being baked alive. Which. He has. Words searing themselves into memory to become his waking thoughts. Fear scalds him, bubbles into obstinate rage. Body twists in and out of sleep. Sweat soaking sheets and cot of the Midnight Mission’s current hideout in the sewers.

It takes a god to see what lasers, then Khon.shu, removed on his back. Scarification in the shape of a sun.

“Broken plaything.’ Psh.” Soul fractured. Insane. Lunatic. Marc’s heard them all. They’re all true.

He knows its a dream because his face is exposed.

“Haven’t you heard? I take my scars and I make them my weapons.” White-orange afterimages flicker in his vision. Glowing silver-turquoise eyes leaning bunson burner blue. Moon in the morning. Determined snarl, teeth bared, despite the terror, the exhaustion.

“An ant defies you. We defeated your Sun King once. We’ll defeat him again.” Together. Himself. His selves – Steven and Jake. And Khon.shu. Solar retinopathy is the least of his worries. "We will outlive you."

[powerfulprincessmolly]

"Would you believe me if I told you that the wall was like this when I got here?"

[warlockisaslur]

@avengerssugardaddy // from here

The room be brought the young man to was his office. A rarely used room. Tony didn’t use it but for these sorts of situations. No one expected the head of the company to actually run it, that’s what he paid people for, so this room was safe for these talks. A sigh leaves the man as Billy explains. More so replies in a rather snippy way. He leans against the solid wood desk, perched on the edge as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “A nobody with a goal and determination.” He would mutter. Some things would need to fixed, updated, fortified. Work upon work. With Cap baring down on him and having to make sure this young hero doesn’t do something stupid all between normal work for the company and himself, the billionaire was tired. Maybe a bit on edge. “Too much?” He would reply, looking to the young magic user. His talk of too much on his plate clearly striking a nerve. “Do we need to remove something from your plate? Are we stretching you too thin here with the occasional ask for assistance?” He can’t understand what the young man is going through, but he clearly hasn’t tried. He is tired, frustrated, not seeing things clearly. There’s the stale scent of alcohol on him as well which clearly isn’t helping.

Another sigh burst from the young man -- more frustrated, and a hand went up to comb the forelock back from his eyes. "Tony -- "

The sarcasm was nothing unusual, nothing new, but it grated on him more than he cared to admit. "I forgot -- you probably don't know about it. I just got back from a world tour of possible realities, chasing an interdimensional parasite with my -- with Teddy's mom's face." The catch in his throat was clear, and he had to clear his throat to chase it away.

He shifted, moving to lean against one plateglass wall, looking out at the city. "Since then I've been working with Stephen. You said yourself once, we have no idea what I'm capable of -- well, I just got a taste of it, and I'm --"

Terrified.

Billy looked up, one side of his mouth pulling in a small smile. "Between all that, and Tommy and college... A guy's got to sleep sometime. All I'm asking is to be put on the reserves for now. A 'call me if the world's ending or if somebody's trying to kill Wanda again' list. Deal?"

[age-of-moonknight]

“Three Moments,” Vengeance of the Moon Knight (Vol. 2/2024), #8.

Writer: Jed Mackay; Penciler and Inker: Devmalya Pramanik; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit

[inmutant]

random starter for @witchoflegends

After finding out what she feels to be disturbing information thanks to her cousin Ahura. Luna had demanded and more or less forced her mother to send her back home, cutting what she calls her 'One Month Mandatory Moon Visit' short. Granted she could have found out the truth by reading her mothers and other inhuman family members minds. But she chose not to, not wanting to find anymore upsetting information.

As there is only one person she trusts completely to be able tell her the truth about her existence and how she came to be and no one else.

As soon as her transport drops her off in front of her father's home, she storms inside, rummaging through her backpack and pulling out a thick and heavy hardcover book. "Papa!" She calls out to him before finding Pietro in his office and drops the book in front of him, letting it land with a large thud.

"Is this inhuman law book correct?" She asks, blinking rapidly in an attempt to not cry, as her emotions start to get the best of her. "Is this really true?"

[nomanslannd]

❛  i think i've been in love with you since the day we met - scratch that, i know i've been in love with you since the day we met.  ❜ post russia #2 yaknow

ɪᴀɴ  ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ  ʙᴇ  ʟʏɪɴɢ  ɪꜰ  ʜᴇ  sᴀɪᴅ  ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ  ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ  ᴀ  ᴘᴀʀᴛ  ᴏꜰ  ʜɪᴍ  that  didn't  want  to  run.  Not  because  he  didn't  reciprocate  her  feelings.  But because  damn  right he did,  he  loved  her.  He'd  known  from  the  moment  those  hydra  agents  had  walked  into  his  cell  and  threatened  to  hurt  her,  if  he  didn't  corporate.  The  feeling  had  weighed  heavy  on  his  chest,  and  in  that  moment  he  could  have  ripped  their  hearts  out.  That's  when  he  knew  the  feeling  he  had  shared  for  Kira  all  this  time  had  been  in  fact  love.  @str3lok

So  he  felt  the  desire  to  run,  not  because  he  didn't  love  her.  But  because  he  was  fucking  terrified  that  he  loved  her  too  much.  The  type  of  love  that  would  have  him  burning  down  cities.  The  sort  of  love  that  would  have  him  putting  his  life  on  the  line  to  know  that  she  would  be  okay.  And  that  was  a  dangerous  sort  of  love.  It  made  him  feel  desperate,  out  of  control,  and  Ian  had  spent  the  majority  of  his  life  trying  to  push  away  the  parts  of  himself  he  didn't  like.  The  dark  parts.  The  parts  that  wanted  to  hurt,  the  part's  that  made  him  like  Zola.  

What  he  slipped  up?  What  if  he  hurt  her,  because  he  was  being  reckless,  because  he  couldn't  control  himself?  What  if  he  was  destined  to  be  some  self  fulling  prophecy?  "  I  -  "  he  began  to  say,  a  lump  forming  in  his  throat,  from  the  swell  of  emotion  he  was  expressing.  "  Kira  -  I  -  I've  been  in  love  with  you  since  the  moment  SHIELD  paired  us  up  for  the  first  time.  I'm  sure  their  regretting  that  one.  But  I  don't.  I've  never  felt  the  way  I  feel  about  you  for  anyone.  And  it  scares  the  shit  out  of  me.  "  

He  feels  raw.  He's  laid  himself  bare  for  her  to see.  But  as  scared  as  he  felt,  when  push  came  to  shove  he  knew  he  could  trust  her.  Trust  her  to  protect  his  heart,  rather  than  break  it.  "  I  may  not  always  do the right thing.  Or  know  what  to  say.  But  you  make  me  want  to  try  to  be better.  Not  just  for  you,  but  for  myself.  "  H͟e͟'͟s͟ ͟ ͟n͟e͟v͟e͟r͟ ͟ ͟b͟e͟e͟n͟ ͟ ͟w͟i͟t͟h͟ ͟ ͟a͟n͟y͟o͟n͟e͟ ͟ ͟b͟e͟f͟o͟r͟e͟ ͟ ͟w͟h͟o͟ ͟ ͟m͟a͟d͟e͟ ͟ ͟h͟i͟m͟ ͟ ͟f͟e͟e͟l͟ ͟ ͟l͟i͟k͟e͟ ͟ ͟h͟e͟ ͟ ͟w͟a͟s͟ ͟ ͟w͟o͟r͟t͟h͟ ͟ ͟s͟o͟m͟e͟t͟h͟i͟n͟g͟.͟

[nightfaith]

@merriemarvels cont. from here

A withering sigh dragged its way past Kurt's lips. This was their usual tit for tat, and at times he truly felt it was getting old. Contrary to what she may believe, he wasn't always trying to kill her fun, and the current state of his arms was a testament to that. What he was holding was unwieldy, precariously balanced, and had most certainly nearly caused him to topple down the stairs several times on his journey to the lounge TJ had co-opted for her fort.

If it could even be called such, being that it was just one box. Thank goodness for his sticky feet.

The size of her fort was exactly the problem Kurt wanted to help her solve. Blue fingers were curled around a box cutter with the blade carefully concealed and a roll of duct tape, wrist just barely helping support his other arm in holding a stack of boxes, some folded closed and some not, that reached well above his head. He had ideas to share with her, if she'd simply come out to see what he had.

Shifting from foot to foot, Kurt's tail lashed irritably behind him for several moments. When his golden eyes caught the flash of a Bamf's tail as it fussed near the entrance to the box, Kurt's tail darted forward and wrapped around the little beast's ankle, dragging it out. "Komme zu mir. Jetzt." He hissed impatiently at the little creature, as if it had a choice.

Kurt hoisted the Bamf up to eye level as it dangled from the coiled spade of his tail by the foot, just past his precarious armful and pulled it close to his face. Several moments of conspiratorial muttering into its ear later, and it chirped, "Bamf!" and vanished. Reappearing in the box directly on top of TJ's stomach, it reached its little hands out and... stole her phone, disappearing in another puff of smoke.

The commotion that followed brought a wide grin to Kurt's face. Success. "Will you come out now?"

[iamthexweapon]

"I stocked up on fancy chocolates for christmas three days ago. Now they're gone. I am full of sugar and regret." (clint or steve because why not)

@vulpuslunae

Clint leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as a knowing grin appeared on his lips. “Classic rookie mistake. You can’t stockpile fancy chocolates two weeks before Christmas and expect them to last. That’s not great planning.”

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table as he gave her a mock-serious look. “Rule number one of chocolate stashes: you gotta hide a decoy stash. Something low level to throw yourself off the scent of the good stuff.”

He paused in his lesson and gave her an assessing look, “Though, I gotta ask. How bad are we talking here? Are we at the ‘ate an entire box and regret nothing’ level or worse?” He gave a light shrug, “Either way. Don’t worry, I’ve got you. I’ll keep an eye out for holiday chocolate sales. Archer’s honor. You’ll be restocked before too long.”

[ircnwrought]

@fvzzyelf cont. from here

__________✦    SHE       BLINKS,       EMERALD       EYES       MISTY       AT       HIS       SENTIMENT.       slowly,    she   reaches   out   towards   his   hand,       hestitating   a   moment   before   she   takes   hold   gently     (       not   because   of    him,       but   because   of    her;       these   hands   have   killed,    have   maimed,       have   earned   her   the   reputation   of   the    scarlet    witch       )     part    of    her    wonders    if    she    is    even    capable    of    such    softness.     ❛    you   make   it   sound   so   easy,       kurt.    ❜     she   sighs,       the   burden   on   her   shoulders   evident   in   their   rounding.     ❛    even   after   everything    –    i   am   glad   to   have   you   in   my   life.    ❜

[avengerscompound]

Deadpool V Gambit (2016)

[silverjetsystm]

Another loop in the spiral. Autumn yellow drying, crackling leaves, waxing crescent a swelling sickle in yellow stained darkness reflecting their symbol in Mission's bulletproof windows.

The head of the year.

Steven adores autumn. Half-open spare window carries in the sweet scent of decay on the night breeze, joining the leftover apple honey cake and espresso on Mr. Kni.ght's desk. Fingers pivot in Excel, a dance of digits allocating items. Here are the dollars from Marc's black three piece thievery, there are the new accounts filled from Steven's latest Wall Street windfall.

A shift in the air; whistling wind carrying dust, gauzy shabby linen. Clear manicured nails falter, worn lotioned palms flatten against mahogany. Silver coined eyes glaze, their face, left side of their face triple scarred, stiffens, ba pounding, ruach hissing.

All hands on deck are needed for this one.

Mr. Kni.ght's, Marc if one is tachlis about it, sits in the darkened Mission study, glowing white trouser leg crossed over knee, gleaming white leather Chelsea boot pointed at the intruder. Steven's computer is absent. No sign of late dessert.

"Identify yourself," he demands, lamplight silver eyes staring up into sockets, tone moonsilvered by the one he is a heretic priest to. The one he himself confined to Asgardian prison. The one who cannot resurrect him, if he can believed second hand. Second fist. "You are not him. Are you a shedim or a construct?" Or the part of them who wears his face, long cast down into their inner world.

By first glance, it is him. Bone dust, desert night, moon dust. The great and gleaming bird skull towering over the man, taller than the usual dimensions of the study, taller than the ancient statue of the first form they knew behind him. A different resonance. A different appearance. Did a rebellious son not know his father, a slave his master?

@templeofvengeance

[powerfulprincessmolly]

@warlockisaslur asked: "Psst. Molls. Guess who."

"Biiiiiiilllllllly!"

With that, Molly practically launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around him in a hug. She grinned up him. "It feels like it's been forever!"

[warlockisaslur]

"I should probably decide if I'm going to be heading back home for the High Holy Days... if the galaxy can hold itself together for a couple of months."

[age-of-moonknight]

“Incarnate,” Vengeance of the Moon Knight (Vol. 2/2024), #7.

Writer: Jed MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Alessandro Cappuccio; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit