#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)

[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?"

[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

[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

[nomanslannd]

"  I  wasn't  going  to  hurt  him.  I  was  just  going  to  teach  him  a  lesson.  Guys  like  this  think  they're  untouchable.  It's  good  for  them  to  learn  that's  not  the  case.  "  

Ian  folded  his  arms  tightly  against  his  chest.  "  Oh  come  on.  Don't  look  at  me  like  that.  I͟  b͟e͟a͟r͟l͟y͟ ͟t͟o͟u͟c͟h͟e͟d͟ ͟h͟i͟m͟.  " // @writteninscarlet

[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?"

[joyfulmagic]

Open Starter — Muse: Illya — Verse: TBD Open to: anyone

Dark hazel eyes scan the surroundings, Illya’s gun cocked and shield handed to his companion. “I can take the fire, you get to the exit,” he instructed, firing off a single bullet to take out one guard. The experimentation done on the man had left him essentially bulletproof, only being impacted by the g-forces of the bullet but unable to truly be shot.

“<Run!>” he yelled in Ukrainian, knowing his companion would understand the word simply based on the urgency of his voice. He pushed them forward, having them strap the shield to their arm to protect them from the hail of bullets raining down on them. “I’ll be fine, keep going!” He ordered, shooting down another guard.

When they both got to the exit, Illya looked down at his companion and his shield. “That is why we go with my plans,” Illya explained, pointing at the groaning but incapacitated guards all laying on the floor of the hallway.

Returning to the closest guard, Illya grabbed them by their hair and forced the barely conscious man to look at him. “Who sent you?” Illya asked in multiple languages until he got an answer, shocked to hear the man had an American accent and was speaking English.

“We don’t know! We’re just hired muscle,” the man insisted to Illya, earning his hair being let go of as he went unconscious.

“<F—king useless>,” Illya cursed in Ukrainian, returning to his ally’s side. “They don’t even know who hired them. We didn’t go far in enough, but hopefully that file will tell us more,” he informed them, pinching his brow in frustration as they heard their helicopter arriving.

[avengerscompound]

Deadpool V Gambit (2016)

[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."

[silverjetsystm]

cont'd with @valkxrie from x

Grant drinks his latte, friendly silence surrounded by signs of life. Others coming and going in a coffee shop he only started favoring since he 'got back.' If anyone heard what they were discussing, well, it wasn't really anything out of the ordinary in this town.

Brunn's response is kind. Mental, moral, perspective is a far different quality than the perspective of one who has wings and time. Marc was useful. "Mmm. Quite." They all had their place. Freshly manicured thumb brushes against his chin, surveying a new recognizable face.

"Ahh." He smiles into his mug. "Enough so you don't need to catch me up to speed. First person." Gesturing between the two of them with the mug, "Is different than second-hand knowledge from the others, research, and semi-third person point of view." Another beat. Mug set on coaster, he offers his hand to shake. "It is a pleasure to meet you."

[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

[supremestrangeness]

Starter Call - Comics!Stephen

I’ll make one of these for Supreme another day, but I’ve been missing this gremlin of a man! This starter call is a little different! Send in an ASK with a mystical problem your muse would come to the resident Sorcerer Supreme to take care of! It can be as banal or weird as you like! It can be approached like a text or email (straight to the point), or with narration if you’d like, doesn’t matter.

Please put 616- in the beginning of the ask so I know it’s for this!

Examples include but not limited to:

A weird feeling coming from a certain room

A troubling re-occurring dream

A monster is tearing apart central park

You’re pretty sure this item isn’t cursed but just wanted to be sure

A pet or loved one kidnapped by demons

Whatever else might occur to you that Doctor Strange could help!

If it feels like it just warrants one reply, I’ll treat it as an Ask prompt, but my hope is for this to potentially lead to some shenanigans!

This is an evergreen post! I’ll reblog it occasionally to keep it open!

[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.͟