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[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!"

[age-of-moonknight]

Variant cover for Moon Knight: Fist of Khonshu (Vol. 2/2024), #7 by Dan Panosian.

[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."

[powerfulprincessmolly]

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

[websriot]

@diapathy    ( e.    frost )    liked for a starter.

it's one thing to be saved by a complete stranger in their own universe.    it's another thing entirely to be stranded,    lost,    &    dragged out of the literal gutter by a diamond woman.    ❛❛ so,    uh... ❜❜    hobie's head pounds—    maybe that's why their reaction time had been so slow.    maybe he should lay off picking fights with whoever the hell that guy was.    or maybe it's the lack of a suit.    hobie decides to blame his ass-kicking on that.    ❛❛ ... you know him?    or— ❜❜

[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?"

[luminescenc1e]

“No. I don’t want anyone else in this restaurant.” The waitress blinked slowly, her expression smoothing into that vacant, cheerful obedience he’d seen so many times before. She smiled, of course she did, and turned on her heel without a word, vanishing behind the kitchen wall.

This place was one of his favorites in the city; it was quiet, tucked away, and entirely too charming to be spoiled by the noise of strangers and their whiny offspring. The idea of enduring chatter, clinking cutlery, or the smell of someone else's regrettable menu choice was offensive. Thankfully, he didn’t have to. He already had the only person he wanted across the table.

“I ordered for both of us,” he said smoothly, resting back with a smug kind of satisfaction. “Trust me, I know what’s best here.” He gestured idly with a hand, eyes fixed on her. “Now... you were telling me about your latest case?”

Behind the wall, the rest of the staff stood silent, lined up neatly, backs brushing plaster, eyes glued to the door. Should anyone try to enter, they would be stopped before their first step. Otherwise, they would remain exactly where they were. Still. Quiet. Out of sight. Just the way he liked it.

He leaned in, slow and deliberate, fingers brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His thumb lingered just a moment too long on her cheek, light, possessive, like he was straightening something that already belonged to him.

“There. Much better.”

She looked perfect, of course she did. He'd chosen the suit himself, after all. The cut was impeccable, and the color was just right. Hair swept up the way he liked it, even if a few defiant strands had slipped loose to frame her face. He didn’t mind. It added a touch of softness.

It was a beautiful morning, really. And he sincerely hoped nothing ruined it. “I’d hate to be… irritated.” The way he said it was light. Polite, even. But underneath, it pulsed with quiet threat, like the edge of a knife hidden behind a silk ribbon.

@threadpull liked for a shippy starter!

[zimwy]

from father to son, there is no recognition. the winter soldier is a cold, still machine, though it is not robotic--it's flesh is warm, but it's heart, trapped in the furnace room of it's chest, is paradoxically cold as ice. the debriefing it'd been given before employment was simple enough to follow: escort the son of norman osborn as where directed by it's GPS--or, his direct order, an innate override it was inclined to follow unless it decided the boy's feelings on the matter were erroneous and foolish--until released from service. the coordinates of an extraction point blink in the back of it's head, pilot lights, red and photographic.

it opens the door to the fledgling osborn's research station, seemingly perplexed by it's location--the top of some tall roof, the building below occupied by an ascending ladder of office spaces. ' harry osborn? ' before harry can startle at it's presence, it carefully unlatches it's mask, exposing ordinary features: the winter soldier was hardly a monster, at least, in appearance.

' your father employed me to escort you. ' the soldier informs in perfect english, it's voice steady and even, unaccented, without any apparent feelings on the matter. ' my orders include offering you aid where necessary. come. '

@inhcritance

[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.͟

[tommyofspeed]

@nomatterthecost // cont.

It’s not like he’d never seen dogs eating pizza or other foods besides their own proper food, but it was still funny to watch. Tommy grinned widely as he bited his slice, watching Kate and Lucky share another one. “Alright, you’ve got a really good point there. And I guess this little guy deserves it.” He reached out to scratch Lucky’s head.

He didn’t have any pets himself, but he’d always loved dogs. Someday, he thought, he’d like to have one of his own. “He’s the best dog ever!” His eyes met Lucky’s. “I just can’t share my slice with you, buddy, because I really need it.” Speedster problems—he hoped the dog would understand.

Then he looked back up at Kate. “So, what’s the plan for today?”

[jigsawscarred]

// Hello! I am a Billy Russo blog looking for new interactions! I'm a mixed canon / headcanon based blog. While my main verses are Hannibal / The Boys I do have Marvel verses for Billy's original verse. I can cross over into any fandom and can make any verse up and I'm very original character friendly. My Marvel verse is canon divergent!

[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?"

[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!"

[websriot]

@watsonjackpot    ( m. watson )    liked for a starter.

❛❛ oi oi. ❜❜    legs swing over the chair,    &    hobie sits down rather unceremoniously across from the redhead.    the past few weeks,    they've been enjoying hopping from universe to universe,    witnessing the differences    ( &,    sometimes,    the quite jarring similarities )    to his own.    this woman has popped up a few times—    on billboards,    on posters,    on broadway.    his own mj is the same,    of course.    though the difference between him    &    them is,    well...    ❛❛ let me guess.    nah,    'm great at names,    i promise.    you...    look like an mj. ❜❜

[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?"

[luminescenc1e]

A single feather drifted through the air, like some ominous harbinger of doom. Maybe that was dramatic. Maybe not. Either way, she was the only one here even remotely concerned about it. Which meant the problem was, as usual, her companion.

Well, obviously. But still.

They were parked on the side of a mostly deserted road—nothing but rocks, dirt, and an aggressively vast expanse of absolutely nothing. Just endless fields, the occasional hay bale dotting the horizon, and a farmhouse that looked like someone ripped it straight out of an old McDonald’s kid song and dropped it here like a cursed artifact.

They had a job to do. She didn’t know what it was yet, but she had a really good feeling about it. Something important was here, something useful. She could just sense it.

Did she want to get any closer to find out? Absolutely not.

Her eyes flicked to the side. There was a coop next to the house. And inside? Chickens. Just… existing. Clucking. Watching. Waiting.

Her muscles locked up. Nope. Nope, nope, nope.

She cleared her throat, forcing a casual shrug. “Why don’t you go ahead? I’ll, uh… keep a lookout. From right here.”

@skurge you are angry. tell me why. (for domino, from skurge) / MEME - always accepting!