#i don't know what to dooooo with ittttt

[mischief-lies-and-stories]

Reacting to Animated Marvel Shows 5/?

Once again, I am entering the fray with zero context and watching an episode of a show I've never seen. Spoilers for Marvel Superhero Adventures 1x02.

Oh my god we've broken the fourth wall already (Says the adult who still watches Arthur).

"Sometimes it's just about helping ordinary people. I learned that from my friend, Thor, known ordinary people and regular, everyday helper of everyday people, certainly not a god from outer space in any way. Knows exactly what it means to be perfectly ordinary. Very boring person, my human and normal friend, Thor."

I don't think superheroes should be allowed to play carnival games. Even if they're rigged.

Also, why did the animation change?

Fuck yeah, c'mere, frosty boi!

I was gonna question his flying abilities, BUT I HAVE SOMETHING ELSE TO BE MAD ABOUT! BITCH HAS GOT BLUE EYES! HOW HARD WOULD IT HAVE BEEN TO DO GREEN, FUCKERS, C'MON!

Loki, what is your vendetta against the sun all of a sudden? Do you think Odin likes it better than you? Cuz you're probably right, your dad is a fucking dick.

"Since I've always despised superheroes and you humans." Loki I think you're projecting just a little bit. Just admit your daddy issues make you jealous of Thor and go get a pina colada or twelve to deal with it, you dramatic blue-eyed (for some reason) little bitch.

Yeah spidey, make him do the chicken dance again! DOOOOO ITTTTT!!!!!

Damn, MVP hot dog guy!

#loki #marvel tv shows #marvel superhero adventures #marvel superhero adventures spoilers #marvel superhero adventures 1x02 #animated avengers

[volantium]

me? writing a daemon au that no one asked for? it’s more likely than you think 

“You know what May always says,” Cyrene, silent up until now, says from her place on his knee. “Best to rip the band-aid off.”

“I’m Spider-Man.”

“You’re what.”

Peter chances a glance up and both Harley and Samir are staring at him, ice-blue and burning fire, piercing in equally different ways.

He can hear the wince in Cyrene’s voice. “Peter, maybe not like that.”

“You just said—” “I know, but—”

“Cyrene,” comes Samir’s darker river-like cadence, but Peter can’t look away from Harley, his face pale and face closed off.  There’s a flash of something across his bright eyes that has Peter scrambling across the couch, dislodging Cyrene off his knee abruptly and throwing his arms around Harley’s shoulders.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he mumbles reverentially into the skin of Harley’s neck. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to find out like this.”

There’s a moment—a few, thumping-heart-beats-against-his-ribcage-moments—where Harley doesn’t move, doesn’t even breathe.

“It’s okay,” Harley murmurs back at him, his voice a softer tone than Peter’s ever heard, a hand coming to rest around Peter’s waist, fingers brushing gooseflesh near his spine.

Peter heaves a breath. “It’s not.”

“I—shit,” he feels more than hears the rumbling laugh Harley gives. “I mean, I knew something was up, but I wasn’t expecting this. Just a lot to wrap my head around.” 

That’s the crux of it, isn’t it? Peter is good at hiding his identity, no matter what his friends may think.

“Harley…” he trails off, the other boy’s name a broken vow from his lips, tries to put everything into that singular, ruined sound.

Harley shifts, and then he’s touching his forehead to Peter’s, those blue eyes catching his. There’s something fierce in his gaze, something at odds with how tender his voice is, how soft his touch is. It sends a shiver down Peter’s spine, electrifying.

“Don’t say it like that,” he says, with a minuscule shake of his head against Peter’s, his blonde hair scratching against his collar loudly in Peter’s ears. “We’re okay, sweetheart.”

What can Peter say in light of that—he’s helpless, the way his eyes slide shut and how his temple rolls against Harley’s, nose brushing the curve of his ear; the orange, citrus smell of his shampoo crowding Peter’s senses. Just to exist there, for a moment, raw and fraying edges as he takes a shuddering breath, melting against Harley.

It’s better than he thought it would be—how Harley’s accent curls resonate and reassuring around sweetheart; the soft, wordless caw Samir gives, and Peter’s hard-pressed not to believe them.  

“It makes sense, you know,” Harley says after a while, fingers tracing circles in the fabric of Peter’s hoodie. “That you’re Spider-Man.”

“Well, we’re a spider, of course it does,” Cyrene says, voice deadpan to break the tension, and it works, when Peter laughs with his head thrown back.  

#parkner #harley keener #peter parker #throwing this into the void because i would kindly like some feedback 👉👈🥺 #i have roughly 10k of this just sitting in a word doc no where near finished and i'm like #i don't know what to dooooo with ittttt #it's kind of dark and there's a lot of... exploration of trauma via the daemons hence the au #cyrene is a spider n samir is a bird of prey #is it not simply enough to write thousands of words without a plot #f: in the half light #preview #p: parkner #u: mcu #ngl this whole fic is just me word vomiting it feels like