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teal-bandit · 1 year
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"You have turned the void within you into a spark to light the world.... And that is the most powerful magic of all."
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starsstripesandstark · 2 months
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The lights were hot and beat down on Carol as she stepped inside the club. There was a ringing -- so loud Carol wasn't sure if it came from somewhere deep inside the crowd on from the gash throbbing in time with her heart on the side of her face.
It was a bloody fight; Dirty, brutal, and so painful that Carol's insides sung for the violence. (Like Maria right before she died. Gorgeous and fierce as her illness tore her apart from the inside, pulling and twisting within her.)
Carol swayed with the room as she shouldered her way to the bar. She looked around, trying to spot a familiar face as her pager beeped against her hip.
Carol rubbed at the bridge of her nose in a tempt to subside the formidable ache collecting behind her eyes. It pushed against her skull like enemy soldiers against weak territory.
It reminded her of her days with the Kree. The ache that the suppressants built would sometimes spread from limb to limb, sitting heavy on her bones. Sometimes it would keep her thoughts muddy, other times it would keep her condemned to her bed.
Carol lifted a hand to the bartender as she found herself a seat at his bar. She looked down at her side; a deep cut from those holographic knifes. That was what was so cheap about the fight. She knew shady stuff could be found in these parts of the universe, but seeing Stark tech was a surprise. Tony was a friend, God rest his soul, and being stabbed and ripped open in such a quick and unkind way made it hurt even more. Carol didn't have much time to tend to the wound at the time, but now was one of the few moments of rest she had between saving and fixing the universe post-Thanos.
"One shot of whatever's strongest, and one bottle of whatever's stronger than that." She implored the bartender when he gave her a waiting look.
The moment the bartender turned away to start putting together her drinks, Carol returned to her wounds: this time the open wound on her knee.
Not only had the bastard used claws to rip open her (brand new, mind you) suit, but also the skin and muscle surrounding her knee cap. Carol didn't often find herself twisting in her seat over a injury, but something about this made the acid in her empty stomach rise high enough to burn the back of her throat.
"Ahem."
Carol looked up, catching the bartender's grimace before he fixed his features back to the passive "I don't care" expression Carol supposed his sported every shift.
"Thank you," Carol murmured, reaching out for the shot and the bottle he set in front of her.
Carol took the shot and unceremoniously poured half onto her knee. She hissed at the burn. It must have been a liquor Xandar because not only did it smell like a mix of Terran body odor and passion fruit that the Xandarians oddly loved, but it also started eating away at her clothes like acid in a cloud of steam.
"Jesus." Carol hissed at the pain, took a deep breath, and poured the rest over the wound on her side.
She got a look from the alien sitting next to her, and she bared her teeth at him. He quickly looked away, making himself busy by starring at the incredibly informative concrete countertop.
Carol held back her smirk, but felt her eyebrow raise disobediently. Carol turned back to her task at hand.
Next step: drink herself into a undisturbed slumber with whatever drink the bartender chose to give her.
Based on the label it oddly looked like something found in Wakanda. Carol had only had one chance to try Wakandan booze. After being enlightened by the Wakandan's ancient fermentation process, by the wonderful Nakia, Carol had the pleasure of learning that a couple of glasses managed to get even her slightly inebriated.
Carol settled into her seat, preparing herself for the long night ahead and used her powers to whisk off the cap. It went flying across the bar, landing into some unsuspecting alien's drink.
She took one last scan of the club, seeing if she could spot a companion. Her shoulders drooped slightly when there was no sign who she was looking for.
The other must have been busy. That was probably why her pager was buzzing practically every other second, begging for her attention. If she looked, among the floods of calls for Carol to fix this next thing, would be one of the only numbers Carol had memorized. She would call it and there would be a firm and distant apology-- like an email from a friendly acquaintance. And that would be the night. It would end just the same as it would if Carol didn't.
So, Carol lifted the bottle in a silent cheers with God and took a swig.
"Long night?" The bottle slipped from Carol's fingers, and she just barley caught it in her shock before it crashed on the ground. She looked around at the sound of the familiar voice before, spinning around in her chair and to come face to face with Valkyrie.
She glowed in the club's harsh lighting -- like a beacon.
"Oh, Captain, my Captain." Valkyrie smiled, just enough for her lips to part and her teeth to shine through.
Carol found herself beaming in return and lifted the bottle to Valkyrie.
"I hoped to find you here."
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Your Tony stories are the best, you write him perfectly
Ahh! Thank you! I legit love writing him cause I’ve had a crush on that silly little robot man since I first saw Iron man!
(He should’ve never died, Marvel can fight me)
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the-rainbow-of-doom · 5 months
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(This post was sponsored by a 1+ hour commute)
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critter-of-habit · 9 months
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Again, again! ➵⧗ {x}
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calkestis · 2 years
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“I’m really jazzed about showing you these new skillsets we have.”
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etrevil · 9 months
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He's always so alive looking at his partner
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I'm not gonna fucking shut up about them ever am I
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I wanna believe that Dazai never had a moment where he wasn't just breathtaken when Chuuya fights
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miraculousbohemian · 4 months
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i'm so fucking tired of heteros ffs GIVE ME PEGGYNAT
also natasha in this entire episode is just *gay yearning* for a certain Brit
Melina just goes slipping shit like "ah go for her left knee she fucked it up in third grade" LIKE MA'AM.
WANDA?! WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA
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rxvera · 10 months
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repeat after me, it is antisemitic to make a jewish character christian because it is more palatable to you
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carol danvers and steve rogers being friends would be so funny. some villain is like "why don't you both fight me hand to hand without your shield and powers" and steve would be like. putting his shield down and carol's just like "what the fuck you idiot" and blasts the villain to kingdom come
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apollo18 · 2 months
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Concept: the justice league finds out that Blaze and Satanus, the rulers of hell, are kids of their ‘even more of a boy scout than Superman’ coworker’s “boss” and think Shazam is the Christian God. They ask Billy really vague questions that lead Billy into confusing them even more and they become convinced that Marvel’s Wizard guy is God with a capital G and Marvel’s either an angel or the second coming of Jesus.
Meanwhile Shazam doesn’t even know what the Bible is and his knowledge about religion is so outdated he still thinks Solomon’s Judaism is new age and not worth his time to research such a ‘fad’ religion, but he knows humans will make a religion out of anything as well as bastardize existing ones and very well could have mixed up actual tales that involve him, his allies, and his children into some sort of melting pot of a religion.
So when someone finally asks Marvel outright if his “boss” is God, Billy goes ‘wait… old guy in white robes and sandals, with long white hair and a beard… lives in space… aka the “heavens”, whose a ghost(Holy Spirit), and knows everything(historama)??? I need to dig deeper into this hold on guys’ and goes off to ask the wizard.
So when Billy asks the Wizard he just tells Billy “well, my boy, if so many things match up, maybe it is so and the tales of myself and my champions grew so estranged from their origins or mixed in with other beliefs that it can explain the things that aren’t true to our reality.”
Then The Canonical Character To The DC Universe, Jesus of Nazareth, shows up.
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aprill-99 · 1 year
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The best fictional friend groups are at their core comprised of:
1. A determined trauma bunny surviving on an unknowably proportioned mixture of heart eyes and denial/repressed trauma.
2. An unquestionable ride or die bestie operating on a never ending rollercoaster of total fear and unfounded optimism.
3. One anxiety riddled sarcasm wielding third party the other two tricked into holding the brain cell.
*****Optional Bonus Content******
4. A beam of sunshine who doesn’t know any better whom friend #3 is trying to lure in so they can catch a five minute break.
5. A streetwise genius bestie who should have known better. (Who followed one of the others with only mild, though constant, complaining).
6. A part-time/former antagonist who swears they are there against their will.
****LAST ADD ON*****
7. A side character with immense cosmic power and knowledge (who is not present for at least 40% of the plot because Reasons Tm).
8. A guy who can drive.
Sometimes some combination ends up dating each other. A lot of the time, it looks like a questionably platonic polycule
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brutashaswin · 6 months
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So anyway The Marvels is probably the best MCU movie since No Way Home
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agentsofmarvel · 6 months
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the best mcu ships are
traumatized powerful black cat x square, loving golden retriever
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thewintersoldier · 2 years
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#everyday is a losing battle (insp)
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qcomicsy · 1 month
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I DON'T give a shit, a flying single fuck about how reboots Marvel has for Deadpool, I don't give a flying single damn if his mind is fucked up if memories keep recreating themselves NO origin story for Wade is ever going to hit as harder than losing his mother for cancer and having a militar father, just to him to end up serving the military like his father before him and then right after being expelled he dicovers he has cancer.
Than him being a child that liked "supposedly" girly and feminine things and only feeling comfortable in showing this side of him as a joke.
Do not fucking touch me this is poetic narrative Marvel how the fuck can you fuck something so badly in the name of badly written stories and poorly planed jokes I'm biting your editorial team's emails.
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