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rakruined · 1 year

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The Religious Implications of GotG vol. 3

So, it's Easter, and while I've got a lot of stuff to work on and things to do, I wanted to take the time to discuss the utterly insane things Guardians of the Galaxy volume three has done to my brain chemistry. After seeing @adamwarlock's post here, I've been thinking about just how many religious themes there seem to be in James Gunn's magnum opus. From a villain with a god complex to Rocket Raccoon becoming my new favorite satanic archetype maybe, this is gonna be a deep dive into everything I've picked up from the trailers so far.

So, let's start with the implications of that post I linked: "some corners of the galaxy consider (The High Evolutionary) God".

Now, the High Evolutionary has always had a theme of 'playing god' in the comics, what with his whole deal being creating sentient life from animal experiments, but in the MCU, his connections to Christian notions of religion are a lot more fascinating. For starters, his goal is stated to be wanting to create a "perfect society", which you'll notice looks a lot like suburban Bible Belt America, albeit with a lot more hybrid animal-people.

Now, in the comics, he uses Earth animals as a basis for his new lifeforms because he was once a normal human named Herbert Wyndham. He eventually traveled into space to continue his experiments on his own world, later adopting Adam Warlock (this will come back later). Given his desire to make himself more powerful in the movie, this makes him an interesting counterpart to MCU!Peter Quill, who was born with Celestial (ie. godly) power and left Earth not by choice.

Now, there are a few things they changed from the comics, his connection to Rocket being the most significant in the context of this story. While Halfworld performed similar experiments on Rocket and the other uplifts, the H.E had nothing to do with the planet. And while I'll get back to why his connection to Rocket is significant, as well as what I said about Adam, I want to get into another major change: his design.

Here we have the comics design on the left and the movie design on the right. But isn't his movie look almost priestly? Almost... familiar...?

IT'S FUCKMOTHERING ENRICO PUCCI WITH THE STEEL CHAIR

Okay, JoJo references aside, the High Evolutionary's connections to Adam Warlock definitely add to the whole religious overtones. I mean, a guy who's considered God has a perfect creation literally named "Adam", trying to create a perfect world? This shit writes itself. But if you consider a few additional facts, this takes on a pretty wild meaning. For starters, Adam has been stated to be relatively naive and innocent, unknowledgeable of the universe.

But where this gets interesting is that, based on Rocket's absence from most group shots during what is clearly being billed as the midsection of the movie (spacesuits scene, that fight where they're all in orange, the team arriving on Halfworld) that he possibly is captured by Adam and brought back to his creator for additional experimentation. Shots of someone implied to be Rocket on the operating table and Gamora carrying him to the ship half-naked serve as further evidence of a rescue mission.

But if he's captured by Adam Warlock, that means he has the opportunity to tell Adam what his creator is really planning. He has the chance to tell him how he was made and what the High Evolutionary's "perfect society" is built upon: the blood of innocent creatures he'd deemed imperfect. This could be what changes Adam, what makes him turn against his god and his Garden of Eden.

The voice of the devil on his shoulder.

Edit: I forgot to mention this wild coincidence! Gunn once said Rocket was inspired by Frankenstein's monster. It makes sense on the basic level of a tragic science experiment abandoned by his creator, but it gets even more bizarre. In the novel, the monster identifies with Satan in the book Paradise Lost, making him the same sort of tragic figure as Lucifer. Rocket too was an imperfect creation cast out by the "god" who made him. In this light, it's undeniable that yes, Rocket Raccoon is as much a satan figure as Adam Warlock is space Jesus.

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kloofspeaks · 10 months

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Prime example of me during Guardians Vol. 3

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moonyswife · 9 months

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SPRING BREEZE

SPRING BREEZE PART 1

Remus Lupin x Sirius Sister!Fem!Reader

Summary: Remus has an unbearable crush on his best friend's sister. “he was sure he was bound to her every life he’s lived, and he’ll look for her in every life from now on, because in this life he just got blessed with her.”

Warnings: None

G: Fluff, absolutely whipped Remus, friends (kinda) to lovers.

Length: 1,06k

NOT proofread.

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As the late spring breeze sweeped into the open windows of the library Remus couldn't help but notice the way her hair moved with it, at least the little ones that weren't braided, the two brunette braids sat nicely on her shoulders dressed with her uniform and her house’s robes, she was too focused on her essay to even notice the small disturbance on her scalp, eyebrows furrowed, quill fiercely working on her paper sheet, Remus couldn't look but he was sure she was bouncing her left leg.

´Stop gawking at my sister, moony. I'm sure if you go say hi, she'll be more than pleased.´ As soon as Sirius words reached remus ears he couldn't help but groan, his best mate Sirius Black always had a way to annoy him, ‘I was not gawking at your sister’,Remus blushed slightly, he was indeed staring profusely at his sister, he always was, if she was in a room he’d know, and somehow he’d find a way to be near her, like a moth attracted to the shining lights. ‘Alright, but mate you can’t deny the way you look at her, can’t really blame you she’s a Black, not me, but a Black’ the one to groan now was James ‘We are not talking about you, pads, we need to find a way to match you and y/n together!’ ‘While I agree you should get it together Moons, let’s not let prongs play matchmaker, he’s awful.’ Peter chips in little in conversations, but his rare voice of reason it’s always needed. Now an overwhelmed Remus tries to end the weird conversation surrounding his life, ‘Guys do not, I was just thinking, not staring at anyone. We need to focus on our homework’ ‘Cut the crap moony, you’re obsessed with my sister.’

Remus would’ve never expected the outcome of a studying sesion with his friends to end up in them making a plan for him to snog a girl. As he was starting to get really annoyed with them he looked up and made eye contact with the live image of his dreams, Y/n Black. His face failed him, he started smiling like a fool, surprisingly (not really, you’ve talked a lot of times, you would consider each other acquaintances) you smiled back and waved quickly returning to your work. ‘Moony! pay attention!’ you’d never know James was this bosy unless you’re coming up with stupid plans or pranks, ‘You know what? I’m getting tired of you, I came here to study and get some work done, not to make a stupid plan’ his three friends looked around sheepishly, ‘Sorry mate, we’re just trying to hook you up with my sister, maybe i could get a favour in return’ Sirius says as he winks pointing at his homework, ‘Do whatever you want, i don’t care, I’ll go study somewhere else’ kinda annoyed kinda mad Remus picks up his things as he heads for the door. ‘And don’t pimp out your siblings,Sirius’.

The annoying breeze was making y/n more cold than normal, she could barely focus on her essay for professor Flitwick, she could’ve stayed in her common room with her friends, but no damn her heart, she came to the library to follow her stupid heart, to see her stupid crush and to have to bear with her stupid brother who was most likely mocking her, after all she was a schoolgirl with a crush on her older (barely a year) brother´s mate, pathetic, that’s how she felt, she was pathetically sitting alone on the library, pathetic was the way her heart skipped a beat when he smiled at her, pathetic was the way he didn’t wave back. She was done embarrassing herself, as she started gathering her stuff to finally go cry it out in her bed, a small voice interrupted her hate thoughts. ‘All done?’ honey slipped out of Remus's mouth whenever he talked, she was sure of it, ‘Mmh not really, was getting a bit chilly, though, did you finish your homework with the guys?’ barely getting it out, fighting the urge to gauge her eyes out of embarrassment. She has talked with many times before, not much lately, her crush on him has been growing bigger and bigger until it smashes her frontal cortex completely.

Remus’s hands were clammy, there he stood awkwardly, desperately trying not to faint at the sight of her soft gray eyes, the confidence he quickly got to go talk to her, quickly left, ‘No, they’re daft, not really the ones to help with getting homework done’, she giggled, she didn’t really find it funny, she’s just nervous, ‘do you wanna finish your essay as I finish my homework?’ Remus cursed himself, why? why? why? his whole brain seemed to be jell-o when she’s near him, ‘well I don’t think there’s more I can do, but maybe…’ the confidence facade crumbling down, ‘maybe what?’ ‘maybe we could hang out, catch up, we haven’t really talked in a while’ that was mostly true, they were always kind of close, they used to hang out a lot actually, but since their feelings took over them, they’ve been less close than normal. ‘yes!’ he barely allowed her the chance to finish the sentence, he almost regretted it, until she blessed him with her blinding smile, he would give anything to see her wide smile every day of his life, she held her hand out for him to grab, ‘Let’s go, Rem’.

Her (hand) was the most precious thing Remus Lupin has ever held and will ever hold, following her blindly, letting her take him wherever she wanted, all he could do was look at her and wonder how did the sun managed to take human form, he was sure he was bound to her every life he’s lived, and he’ll look for her in every life from now on, because in this life he just got blessed with her. Heart racing, flushed cheeks from both of them, she kept stealing little glances at him to check if he was still there. he was. When Remus was busy imagining what it would be like to spend a lifetime with her, she stopped, the courtyard, that’s where they were, not in their shared apartment with four cats and thirty, and he was so happy she wasn’t a legilimens.

#remus lupin #marauders #remus lupin x reader #remus x y/n #remus x you #remus lupin x you #the marauders #themarauders #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin imagine #sirius black #james potter #peter pettigrew

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starlettechild · 3 months

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How about Haarlep wanting some action and they keep draping themself over Raphael while the cambion is trying to work, purring, "Come play with me~" but Raphael is having none of it and doesn't even look up at Haarlep when he shoves the incubus away. Then the he hears the voice of his little mouse whispering in his ear, "Master, please, I need you..." as their hand plucks the quill from his hand. (bonus points if this is how Raphael discovers that Haarlep even has Tav's form)

This is an absolutely wonderful submission anon, thank you! I decided to get a little creative with this one, so thank you for the inspiring prompt!

𓆩♱𓆪 𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𓆩♱𓆪

CONTENT: Raphael x Tav. Heavy smut, NSFW, 18+ only below the cut please! Plot is inspired to the lovely anon who sent in this request.

⚠️TWs⚠️: Explicit content and improper usage of forms. Readers pronouns remain gender neutral but an AFAB anatomy is implied.

NOTES: Lord have mercy… This isn’t proofread, and I’m sticking to the bottom Raphael confessions from Haarlep.

The loop of the neat cursive is turned into a mess of ink, the liquid bleeding into the page as Raphael presses the pen down, his body going rigid and still. Their voice in his ear with such luring words is enough to make that damned heart of his run a mile inside his chest. The title that falls from his lips has his blood pounding, and he feels an insatiable hunger spread through his body, beginning from his groin and swirling up into his mind, removing all thoughts. Tav - no, Haarlep - must sense his shift in moods, letting out a huffed laugh against his necks, goosebumps trailing down where their breath fans against his skin. “Hells.” Raphael lets out, a hand raising to grasp at his hair, holding his head. It spins with an untamed wave of lust at knowing Haarlep has their form, the thoughts and images creeping in of what he’ll do to them. The pen in his other hand drops with a rattle against the floor, coming to unbutton his doublet. The clone of Tav lets out a chuckle, sending a shiver down his spine.

“It seems the master has turned as needy as I was. How convenient, to have this little trick up my sleeve.” The words don’t even register into Raphael’s mind, only hearing the voice of Tav. The way their tongue rolls over each syllable. He would love to roll his tongue over their cunt like that, hearing how their voice sounds as they scream for him. Spreading their legs open like a book he’s been longing to read. His hand is hurriedly snaking beneath the waistband of his pants, where his member has grown painfully hard in a matter of seconds.

Raphael is letting out stuttering and heavy breaths at his desk, suddenly feeling the palms of Tav hold his shoulders. His eyes close, imagining he does not know it is not truly them, avoiding that impish glimmer in their eyes that ruins his fantasy and gives Haarlep away. With two fingers, their hand starts at the column of his neck, snaking down to his chest. His fingers twitch against his member, eyes shutting tighter at the feel of their hand trailing down him. Work long forgotten infront of him. Slowly and teasingly do their fingers at-last arrive at his groin, feeling him through the cloth. Raphaels inhales through his teeth, taking in a hiss of air. Head falling back against his chair.

“My my, the lord of the house, turning into liquid beneath their fingers. The future arch devil supreme, growing hard at just the sound of a mere mortal.” Their lips trail down his neck, the words murmured against his skin. Raphael cranes his neck, his body moving on its own accord, giving their double more access to kiss down his neck. If his mind wasn’t so hazy, his body so needy, he would punish Haarlep for their teasing. But he is enjoying this fantasy, imagining he let them know just how much they affected and distracted him. “Do you imagine it’s them when I serve you? After you see them and I feel those waves of neediness and self-given release wash over me, is it them you think of?” Their hand rubs him through the cloth still, his breathing mixing with breathy groans. “Yes.” Raphael answers, mouth running dry. “And is it enough for you, Master? Aren’t you happy that you can have something close to the real thing now?” A nod. He is unable to form clever words under such a sudden distraction. He lets his wants show, raw to their double. It would be impossible to hide. His other hand that still remains tangled in the strands of his own hair tightens as he feels their touch slip beneath the cloth. He can’t swallow the moan that comes out from parted lips, the way his back arches against the chair. Their fingers stroking in a way that has him melting like a damned soul in the heated layers of the hells.

“Pick up your pen, master. You can’t let a mere mortal have you acting like a brothel boy, can you?” Slowly, Raphael does open his eyes. His blood pounds as he sees their arm disappearing into his pants, their beautiful shade of skin contrasting with his own. Slowly, his hand leaves his member, shaking as he picks up the pen once more. Their double seems pleased, earning him a swipe over his tip with their fingers, making his body jerk. It takes every ounce of focus he can conjure to drop the pen again. His breath heaves as he tries to remember what he was doing before this, staring at the unfinished contract with roused hair. Where was he? Ah yes, writing. But writing what? He tries to focus, to uncloud his mind, but no words come. The only thing he can write right now is his need for Tav. How they affect him and his body.

Slowly, does his pen finish the messy loop of infernal cursive he stopped at. Idly, he finishes the word. His hand moves across the paper, writing nonsense, if only just to use his hand in some way. Their fingers tap against him as he works, a sound of pleasure leaving their lips. He stops writing again, closing his eyes. Imagining the real Tav would make those sounds against his lips, above him, below him, in anyway possible. Their double tsks at his pause, shaking their head from behind him. “Keep going.” He tries indeed to continue, meaningless words once more, but his hips begin to buck against their hand, searching for friction. He feels their double breathing against his ear. “You should taste how needy they can get for you.” His lips part to answer, the words turning into ash in his mouth as their hand gives a pump against his member. Down and up in a swift motion. Head falling back again, the contract turns to fire in his hands. Burning his work. “At your limit already? You truly turn into something else in their presence, even if it’s just an illusion.” A frustrated growl leaves him. “Enough.” He can feel their clone smile against his neck. “Alright. Who would I be to disobey the master?” Another pump of their hand, and his knees almost shake. He lets out a long groan at the feeling. A tightening spring begins to coil in him, stronger than anything he’s felt before. And this isn’t even the real thing.

Another movement with their hands. Then another. “If you keep up that pace..” He begins, but cuts off with another groan. He’s never heard such needy sounds leave his lips. But their clone seems to know his meaning, and they don’t relent. “That’s exactly what Tav wants.” Tav. Do they truly want that? They slept with his incubus in his form. There must be something there. There must. How could he deny his favorite client anything, knowing that he may be their favorite devil? His sharpened nails dig into the wood of his chair, loose strands of his hair falling in-front of his face. That coil tightens, burns. He’s tethering on the edge already. “Damn it.” Raphael lets out between groans, his back arching and hips bucking. He feels his release wash over him like a merciless wave in a raging sea, loud and lude noises coming from his usually sly mouth. He spills into their hand, onto his chest, and his body tingles and shakes. He does not last long, and his orgasm was stronger than anything he’s felt before, even with the professional incubus at his disposal. He heaves in breaths, mind filling with nothing but stars and thoughts of their eyes.

Haarlep tsks, form shifting into the one that mirros his own, but not before whispering to him again in Tav’s voice: “Reach towards heaven and see how far you fall, master.”

#bg3 writing #raphael #raphael bg3 #raphael x tav #raphael x reader #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 smut #raphael baldurs gate 3 #raphael smut #raphael x durge

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mackjlee9 · 7 months

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Adam Warlock x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

I tried okay- it's been a while since I've written an actual smut

Masterlist.

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol.3

Requested by sal the mon on Quotev.

Well, this is not how the Guardians' trip to Earth was supposed to go.

Out of everyone, (M/n) was the only one who was reluctant to sleep over at the Quill Residence, so he decided to sleep in his small room in the Bowie, they weren't gonna stay around for too long anyway so he didn't mind staying in the ship.

He thought he was gonna be the only one on the ship, until Adam came up to him silently as he made his way out of the house, "Need anything, Adam?"

The golden boy looked up from the ground at (M/n), and shook his head.

"I lost rock, paper, scissors for one of the rooms," the way he seemed defeated about not being able to stay in Peter's home almost made (M/n) laugh, but he simply smiled and continued walking around the back of the house, toward the backyard where the Bowie was.

He yawned as the ramp lowered, and they made their way inside, closing up again once they were inside.

"Well..." (M/n) yawned again, their footsteps echoing in the silence of the ship, the sound of metal filling their ears, "I'm going to bed, good night," his wrist got grabbed before he could walk inside his room, and he looked back, seeing Adam standing there, "What?" He asked quietly, feeling quite a bit flustered and hot with Adam so close to him.

"I'm not tired yet," for a moment, (M/n) was about to ask how the fuck was he not tired with all they did during the day, he was literally about to collapse from exhaustion, until he remembered that Adam was a Sovereign, and that was what he needed to think of to make him sigh.

"Fine," he opened his room door and took swift steps toward the electronic device that could easily be an iPad made by humans and he handed it to Adam, "This app," he pressed on the screen, and the app took a few seconds to load, "Has movies and series to watch, you can have it for tonight, and don't break it."

Adam scrolled down the app, reading the title of every cover that caught his eye, he was quite interested in all of it.

"Good night, Adam," he looked up and smiled at (M/n), mumbling a 'good night' back before making his way to his own room.

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Despite being exhausted, (M/n) had a hard time falling asleep, every time he closed his eyes, the image of a shirtless -and practically naked- Adam would fill his mind, making him groan and sigh as he felt hot and bothered, like really mad at his subconscious for constantly bringing that memory back whenever he got distracted.

Everyone back in Knowhere was so painfully aware of the hugely obvious crush (M/n) had on Adam, except for Adam himself, and (M/n) was too much of a coward to say anything.

Turning face up on his bed, he dropped his arm over his eyes and sighed, deciding to just ignore the memory to the best of his ability. Eventually, he will fall asleep, even if it takes a while for his brain to shut off for a few hours.

And it's only been roughly two hours later that Adam came out of his room, feeling his body tingly and warm, covered in goosebumps due to the involuntary shivers he felt whenever the scene played back in his mind.

He had a faint feeling that he was watching something he wasn't entirely sure he should, but he did anyway, intrigued by the cover and title. He should've known better.

Adam gripped the device in his hands, careful not to break it, as (M/n) had requested of him, and he took quiet steps toward the (h/c) haired male's room, his mind foggy and numb as a particular image flashed past. He shook his head when he arrived at (M/n)'s door, and slowly reached to open it.

As expected, the room was quiet, seeing as (M/n) was fast asleep, and Adam sighed in relief, he didn't know why he was relieved but he was, and made his way inside, careful to not make loud noises that could potentially wake (M/n) up. He placed the device down on his desk, and turned around to leave, until he heard a quiet sound coming from him.

Adam turned to look at (M/n) who had started squirming on the bed, the low brightness of the hallway light was enough to provide a good look at him, and Adam noticed a rather prominent bulge in (M/n)'s pants.

For a moment, all Adam could do was stare, feeling his mouth watering as his mind got plagued with sinful images, those he had just watched but slightly different. They weren't of a man and woman, they were replaced by an image them, (M/n) and Adam.

And he couldn't hold himself back.

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A deep frown marked (M/n)'s face, his jaw clenched as muffled groans filled the room, mixing with a constant and wet gawk sound.

His body shook hard enough to make him open his eyes, taking ragged breaths in as he felt like the room was spinning. (M/n) sighed, assuming he simply had a bad dream, but he knew that wasn't it, he probably had the hottest dream he'd ever had in years, and Adam was the cause and protagonist of said dream.

He would've gone back to sleep if it wasn't for a particular feeling on his lower regions, and when he looked down, he swore he could've cum right then and there, and he wasn't far from it.

Whether this was another dream or not, he didn't care, Adam was giving him probably the best head he's ever had -not that he had many, to begin with- but, fuck... he was really good with his mouth, holy-

"Fuck..." (M/n) observed with half-lidded eyes how Adam's hips were grinding down on his bed, his gold eyes closed as he whined needy around his cock.

Adam seemed to be enjoying this just as much as (M/n) was, perhaps even more.

His hands reached down to hold onto Adam's blond locks, pulling on them a little roughly as he started thrusting his hips up, listening to the wet sounds of him taking his cock deep down his throat. Adam's eyes opened, and he looked up at (M/n) through his glossy sight, feeling his dick leaking and throbbing inside his underwear.

"You're mouth feels... So good, Adam, fuck... I'm gonna cum," the Sovereign whined louder, trying to nod while his mouth was still being used, his whole body trembling at the thought of feeling (M/n)'s cum spill in his mouth and slide down his throat.

Groans and heavy breaths left (M/n)'s lips as he approached his orgasm, pulling Adam's hair as he kept his head pressed as close as it could be, releasing a loud moan as his cock twitched, thick ropes of warm cum spilling out of his slit.

He watched with a heavy stare how Adam's eyes rolled into the back of his head and his hands held tightly onto his thighs, making sure to take every single drop of his cum.

(M/n)'s breath was ragged but it was going back to normal, simply assuming this whole thing would end there, but it didn't. It won't be ending now.

Adam slowly pulled away and licked his lips before taking a deep breath, "(M/n)...?" He let out a quiet 'hm?' in response, "Can I... Do something?"

His was clouded by the post-orgasm bliss, so he was feeling pretty complacent, giving a few slow nods to Adam's question.

He knelt on the bed and simply tore his clothes off of his body, making (M/n)'s eyes widen at the sight of Adam's naked body. Oh, the things I would do to him...

(M/n) watched attentively how Adam straddled his hips, biting his bottom lip at the feeling of (M/n)'s cock getting hard under him, and he took a deep breath. He didn't know what Adam wanted to do, but he was expecting to see him slowly taking his cock inside him.

A choked moan escaped Adam's mouth, his hands placing themselves on (M/n)'s chest, tugging on the fabric of his shirt, releasing a high-pitched whimper, "So big, I... I feel so f-full..."

(M/n)'s teeth gritted, his hands reaching to hold Adam's hips harshly, feeling his mind going numb at how tight and warm Adam felt around his sensitive cock, "Oh my fucking..." He mumbled to himself, struggling to keep his eyes open, just to be able to see every little detail on Adam's expression.

They made eye contact when Adam looked down at him, tears sliding down his gold skin, which had turned some kind of copper colour over his cheeks and nose, giving the appearance of a rather cute blush.

"(M/n)..." Adam's voice was quiet and whiny, leaning down closer until their breaths were mixing, "I..."

He got interrupted by the feeling of (M/n)'s lips pressed against his, muffling his whimpers as he felt his hips being lifted and slowly lowered again. The movement made a shiver run down his spine at how he got filled up again.

At that point, Adam didn't care if (M/n) was gonna use his body like a toy, even more so at the realization that Adam's buffer and bigger body meant nothing with how easily was able to manhandle him. He loved it, and he never wanted it to end.

#adam warlock x reader #adam warlock x male reader #guardians of the galaxy #gotg3 #gotg vol 3 #gotg3 adam #adam warlock #will poulter #will poulter x male reader #will poulter x reader #smut #male reader #x reader #reader insert #top male reader #.mackjlee9 writes

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darsynia · 1 year

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I'm gonna let you pick the Marvel man (just not anyone you've done xReader for, lol - you gotta pick someone out of your comfort zone) and do xReader for: 80. crashing your lips together during an argument

I definitely wrote out of my comfort zone here! Peter Quill/f!Reader

Summary: Ever since Peter Quill and his crew rescued you from your dying ship, the man has been an absolute menace. You wish you could get the upper hand, but somehow he's always one step ahead of you, and ogling you the whole time.

Warnings | Length: Swearing/GotG typical banter | 1,574

Bet Your Ass

“What is your problem, Quill? By the Gods!”

The guy’s been chapping your ass since you were rescued, and you’re completely over it. Sure, he’s got arms, and that face, and those thighs, but by Lumesta, you’re going to need him to shut his mouth pretty soon or you don’t know what you’ll do! It’s been three days, and every time he’s laid eyes on you, he’s made a comment about how he would have rather rescued one of your crewmates.

Your ship had sustained the most unlucky micrometeorite damage ever, and you know you’re lucky to be alive. Two ships showed up to your captain’s distress call, and your three-man crew split up, as the medical ship the other two ended up on was almost at capacity as it was.

To hear Quill bitch about it, he’s brought on a completely useless slave girl, not a mechanic who’s already upped the efficiency of his weird little ship by 4%. It’s all ‘what use does a medical ship have with two renowned fighters’ and ‘we always get stuck with the girls.’ The blue-skinned cyborg woman whose name you struggle with had actually punched him after that one.

Drax has been leaning up against the wall, and after you turn away from snapping at Peter, he nods at you. “He likes your boobs.”

“Oh, here we go!” Quill groans, throwing a food wrapper toward the garbage can. It comes nowhere close.

“I am Groot.”

“I’m getting it, I’m getting it!”

“I am Groot.”

You don’t understand what Groot says, but everyone else does. It’s a disadvantage, but an amusing one, usually. This time, it’s clear the two statements are about very different things-- Quill has straightened in the process of picking up the garbage (which is a shame, because those pants of his hug that ass), so he can look askance at the teenaged tree.

“I am not dignifying that with a response,” he snaps back. “I mean, if we’re going to nitpick, the neckline of her shirt is a little low, but just because it’s eye-catching doesn’t mean--”

You cannot believe this. “Wait, so we went from Drax saying you like my boobs to you objecting to them?”

“Hey! I do not objectify. I’m very respectful!”

“You’re looking at her boobs right now,” Rocket says sardonically from the doorway.

“Weren’t you checking Cleavage Girl’s work? Scram, I’m trying to have an argument here,” Peter says loudly. He actually makes a ‘shoo’ gesture.

“Okay, that’s it. I’m calling you Tight-ass from now on,” you say, crossing your arms over your breasts. You know from experience (as in, pretty much every time you do it) that Quill won’t be able to pull his eyes away.

You’ve made a calculated error, though. Up until now, you’ve left your appreciation of his physique to yourself, and now the man is laser focused on this discrepancy.

“I knew you were staring at me!” Quill crows, strutting over. “That’s why you’re all sulky sexy, you secretly want me, and it’s killing you!”

“I am GROOT.”

Drax points at Peter with the piece of fried food he’s eating. “He’s right. You’re accusing her of what you are doing.”

“Cleavage Girl is new, why are you all on her side??”

Groot shrugs. “I am groot.”

“Woah, speak for yourself!” Rocket yells, making a grossed-out face.

“He’s not wrong. I would enjoy watching them,” Drax smiles.

“Well, now I’m just horrified,” you say, shoving away images in your mind of what the others might be picturing between the two of you. You spin on your heel and start toward the door, but your forward progress is halted suddenly, like you’ve caught your jacket on something. You yank angrily, but though you get free of whatever it was, you only have a few seconds before you’re pinned boobs-first against the wall of the room, with the familiar bulk of Peter fucking Quill pressed up against you.

“Okay, I take it back. You definitely have muscles,” he says, lips close to your ear.

“Get off,” you say, but your heart rate is up, your skin tingling with the pheromone your people give off when you’re attracted to a potential mate.

“Oh, I’d love to. I didn’t think you were into me,” he says infuriatingly. You hadn’t realized the double meaning of what you’d just said, and you rest your forehead on the bulkhead in frustration.

“I’m not,” you lie, shoving back with your hips. You’ve got enough leverage on the wall that he flies back a ways, so you spin around, dropping to a fighting stance.

“Hey, hey, I’m just responding to the signals you’re giving off,” Peter says, but you can see something in his eye; respect, perhaps? Something has shifted since your display of physical dominance. He’s looking you in the eyes, not the boobs.

“You couldn’t handle me anyway,” you snap back without thinking. Instantly, Quill’s face suffuses with an interested grin, and his eyebrows go up lasciviously.

There’s a loud crinkling noise only feet away, as Drax dumps out the rest of his snack into his open mouth. “Go on, I’m not even here,” he says.

“I am Groot!”

“I do not need tips from you on how to get her to want to kiss me!” Peter shouts, clearly affronted.

“Oh, I’ll kiss you,” you say impulsively. “But you have to promise to always look at my face, not any other part of my body.” You cock your hip and arch your back in an overt challenge.

“What if I’m behind you?” he asks, crossing his own arms. The muscles on his exposed arms look so good you wouldn’t mind trying your teeth on them, for multiple reasons.

“If that happens, you have to turn around,” Rocket says. You’d thought he’d left the room, and so did Peter, because both of you look around until you see that he’s sitting faced away in the captain’s chair, which hides his whole body from behind.

“I am Groot.”

Everyone just looks at Groot, and Peter’s eyes go wide.

Their reactions freak you out. “What?”

He shakes his head.

“What?” you press, walking forward. Quill isn’t answering so you decide to remind him that you do, indeed, have strength he respects, even if it’s not your strength of character. You grab the front of his shirt, but his response is to fist pump.

“He said you want me and you’d prove it by coming over to drag me to my quarters… and--” Quill looks down at his own chest and smirks.

You let go right away and groan. “This ship is infuriating! I give up, I wish I went on the med ship, okay? You win!”

To your complete confusion, everyone, even the cyborg lady who was apparently eavesdropping from the hallway, walks in and shoves handfuls of credits at Quill, who looks incredibly smug.

“What the hell--” you start.

Groot walks over and pats your arm. “I am Groot.” Everyone else in the room starts leaving, and you’re still furious and confused.

“Quill--”

“I bet them I could get you to say you wished you were somewhere else,” he shrugged. “Easiest bet ever. All I had to do was stare at your body and be myself.”

All things considered, the man could have chosen far more miserable ways to win his bet, but you’re still het up and irritated. “Technically I won that bet for you. You should split it with me.”

“No can do, Cleavage Girl.” He folds his hands behind his back, bulging his arm muscles at you.

You step forward to shove him onto his ass, but his arms come down lightning fast, one leg planted behind him to brace himself: he’d known you would do that, and now his lips are on yours, one hand cupping your cheek like you are lovers instead of two people who can barely stand to be in the same room together.

The thrill of contact takes you by surprise. It’s like adrenaline has chemically altered into pleasure with the addition of your anger, and suddenly you can’t get enough. The two of you wrestle across the room to the nearest wall, hands grasping at clothing, lips sucking, teeth biting, tongues swiping as if unable to trust the evidence of your attraction for longer than a few seconds.

Minutes later, he’s tracing the line of your shirt along the edge of your breasts when you finally catch your breath, and you realize what you have to do to best him.

“Oh, I’m sorry, your kiss privileges are hereby revoked.”

“What? No!” Peter groans, lifting his head. His lips are red, pupils blown, out of breath, a complete gorgeous wreck of a man.

“What did I say the conditions were?” you say implacably.

He thinks. Peter’s lips twitch to one side, then the other, and then his eyes pop open and he looks horrified. “You don’t mean that. I was kissing you there, that doesn’t--”

“It counts!” you say sadly. “You weren’t looking at my face.”

You have no idea how he’ll react to your bluff (it’s totally a bluff. That kiss was amazing. You have no idea what boring shit you’d have been subjected to on that medical ship, but you definitely won Best Rescue), but what you don’t expect is for him to narrow his eyes and smile.

“This calls for a new wager.”

“You bet your ass it does.”

#peter quill x reader #peter quill imagine #starlord x reader #starlord fanfiction #peter quill fanfiction #peter quill x f!reader #starlord x f!reader #starlord imagine #mcu fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #guardians of the galaxy fanfiction #argument fic #banter #kiss fic #ask response

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star-quill · 11 months

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nsfw where the reader is slightly younger than quill (as in late 20s early 30s) and they're neighbors who fuck VERY OFTEN, but there's no title so often at neighborhood events she flirts with neighbors and acts as if her and quill don't fuck and they're neighbors, but she gets extremely jealous when he talks to another female.

just v into jealous!peter smut hehee

oh😖😵‍💫

you don't even know how you and him started sleeping together. it just kinda, happened. you first met him at someone's birthday party, flirting a little when you went inside to refill your water. he came in to grab a towel, having spilled his beer down himself.

the spill dried up quickly but his t-shirt still reeked of beer. he hadn't turned to face you yet, not really noticing you were there and so he peeled his shirt off. patting his stomach dry, he turned around to find the washing machine and saw you standing there, glass in hand.

"hi.. i uhm.. need in the washing machine.." you looked down realising you were standing in front of it.

"oh.. sorry, here let me put it in.." you took the towel from him and shoved it in. he just nodded at you before heading back outside. you saw him say something to some guy outside before he left. you didn't even look at anything else but his fave but images of him were flashing in your head—images of his body, how built and large he was, images of his body pressed up against yours, images of him pulling down his—

"hey.. can u hear me?" you blinked a few times, looking at one of your friends standing in front of you.

"sorry.. must've zoned out.."

"c'mon.. they're serving up food now.."

the party lasted for a while and peter came back a while after the food was being served—he told you his name after he apologised for kinda freaking you out in the kitchen. you spoke to him for most of the night, before he walked you home. perhaps you shouldn't have invited him in but then he had you lying on the couch, legs wrapped around his waist as he filled you up. that one time became many times, him coming over just to fuck. he craved you, craved the feeling of you around him. very often he would turn up unannounced.

your complaint of "peter.. the plumber's fixing my kitchen sink, can you come back later?" was met with "you don't think you can be quiet?". your complaint of "peter.. my parents are visiting soon.." was met with "don't worry, i'll be quick..".

but to both of you, it was just sex. nothing more, just neighbours, maybe friends, who slept together occasionally. so why is it you got jealous when he flirted with someone else at the barbecue he was hosting. he was manning the grill and she was fawning all over him, giggling at everything he said and feeling up his arms. and that fucker was drinking it all in, loving the attention he was getting. you couldn't be jealous, you weren't together, but you were absolutely seething with rage. but you knew what he'd be like if you went over there too.

"hey peter.. so uhm, how long will the sausages be, hm?" you looked up at him, batting your eyelashes a few times.

"'bout.. 3 minutes or so.. so get yourself ready, yeah?" he didn't even look at you, just focused on turning the meat round. the other woman had long gone and you just smiled at peter and walked off, sneaking inside and waiting on the sofa. he came in five minutes later, standing beside the couch.

"didn't you see i was talking to someone out there?"

"i did.. but she was annoying me.."

"christ.. we're not together, you can't go getting pissed off when i flirt with someone else.."

"but.." you knelt up on the couch, hands on the arm as you pouted at him. he just grabbed your chin, thumb rubbing over your lips.

"my baby gettin' jealous hm?"

"mmhm.."

"in my room, now.. go. i gotta head outside but i'll be back for you in a minute.. be ready."

you went to wait for him on his bed, but he took well more than a minute. you just lay down, hugging one of his pillows and waited for 10 minutes before you gave up and left. didn't even say goodbye as you went out the front door, walking back home. you knew you couldn't get so hung up on him when it was nothing more than casual sex. but he was occupying every waking thought you had.

you stuck an old movie on and lay down on your sofa, hoping it would make you fall asleep faster. after around an hour, your doorbell went. you opened the door to find peter there, a plate covered in aluminium foil in his hands.

"you uhm.. i didn't see you leave, and you missed the food.."

"i'm not in the mood, thanks for the offer though.."

"hey wait, i want to apologise.."

"i waited for you, you never came.."

"no.. but i can make you come now though.."

you just rolled your eyes.

"no?"

"maybe.." you stood back and let him in, shutting the door as he went to your kitchen and set the food down. you followed in after, standing next to him as he rested against the kitchen countertop.

"did you actually get jealous today?"

"well.. yeah.. she was all over you, peter.. don't you get jealous when i flirt with other guys?"

"damn right i do, you're telling me these other guys are gonna be able to make you feel as good as i make you feel? no way.."

then his hand was around your waist and he stepped in front of you, lifting you onto the counter.

"nobody can make you come, except me.. understand?"

"mmhm.." you just smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning in to kiss him. he pulled away after a few seconds, dropping his head to kiss your neck, leaving little bites here and there.

"gotta make sure everyone knows you're my girl.."

"your girl?"

"yeah.. my girl.."

after that, you and him were still never technically exclusive but he still called you "my girl" or "my baby"—and every time he said it, it made your heart flutter. he'd always say it after he fucked you on your sofa, and then you'd drape yourself over his thigh, wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him lazily until his hand went to grab your waist and rub you against his bare thigh, getting you off once more. then it became "my pretty baby" or "my pretty lil' girl" as you came all over his leg, sighing into his neck as your orgasm washed over you. maybe one day you'd discuss the full extent of your relationship but right now, you were content with what you had with him.

#feeling so😖😖😖#peter quill #peter quill headcanons #peter quill angst #peter quill x reader #peter quill smut #peter quill drabble #peter quill fluff #guardians of the galaxy #gotg #✎ peter quill #answered #anon

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murdrdocs · 11 months

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can u write nsfw headcannons for peter quill please (possibly with size kink because with how big he is, it would be a crime for him not to have one)

is so fucking horny like almost all of the time and loves to fuck any and everywhere. not just because he's quill and horny, but also because he's quill and horny specifically for you. cannot get enough of you. truly.

declares spring/summer as his favorite season because that's when you show more skin and spend more time outside. which gives him more of a chance to fuck you in skirts and dresses and in fields of flowers.

a hand on u at all times, leading to his hands sliding between your thighs. sometimes he just cups your mound, sometimes he just rubs his palm along, and sometimes his fingers are working you open and up to an orgasm.

has sex to music as we all know. doesn't rlly sing/hum the lyrics unless it's a slower night, and he's thrusting into you at a steady, slow pace and he'll just slightly hum the lyrics but pretends he didn't do such a thing if you mention it. ("did you just start singing?" "...no")

possibly into documenting sex with you. there's a day when he's feeling extra filthy, brought upon by the alcohol in his system and yours, and he just sits his cock along your mound, getting an image of how how deep he will be in you in hopefully a few seconds. and he's teasing, making fun of the size difference, alluding to the possibility of not fitting when you both know that he always does. but instead of grabbing himself by the base and pushing in, he leans over just a bit to grab the discarded polaroid from earlier (whenever he claimed you looked beautiful and he demanded to snap a few pictures of you) and it's held above your body. you can barely ward him off (pitiful little words of "peter, are you sure?" "maybe you shouldn't") but you aren't fighting that much because your legs open a little more even though your hands cover your face just before the snap! of the camera sounds over the soft music playing in the background.

there's also a time when you're both on vacation, housed up in a beautiful hotel room, and your phone is propped up on the bed frame, facing you and peter while you ride him. he has the device held in his hand soon enough, free hand roaming your body while the camera tilts slightly off frame as he loses himself in it.

loves when you wear his shirts around and barely even complains if you cut the neckline off (barely complains) because you look so good, to the point where he's pulling you down into his lap when you try to walk across him while he's watching tv, in nothing but one of his shirts that touches the top of your thighs.

also loves when you ride him. his hands on your hips, eyes watching your everything since the positions gives him such a good view. especially loves to watch your tits bounce while you ride him, and he likes to watch your face scrunch up when he grips your hips, forcibly holding you down until you squirm and fight back and borderline cry for what you want.

he can be cruel in that way, but he has the biggest soft spot for you and he can barely see you not get what you want. even if he makes you beg for it, he'll eventually give you what you want. which, sometimes is a little too much because he likes the way your nails scratch at his biceps and back when you're overstimulated.

#peter quill x reader #peter quill x you #peter quill smut #peter quill #celeste writes mcu #guardians of the galaxy

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buckets-and-trees · 9 months

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Hehe. 😇

This Mafia Bucky means business.

Now... Did you unknowingly tap into this image as exactly the Bucky I have tucked away on a story I've told no one about?

Maybe...

And because I'm feeling a little wild this Wednesday, WHY NOT LIFT SOMETHING OUT OF THE MESSY WIP AND PUT IT OUT THERE???

Working title for the AU is currently Shedding My Velvet...

Bucky turns to his head to the left, and Steve monitoring the security cameras and on comms with him, asks, "What do you see?"

“Green cardigan,” Bucky specifies.

To his credit, Steve doesn't let much of the smirk Bucky knows he must be smirking to bleed through his tone as he responds on the ear piece. "Got it. Running her through the database now."

One he takes his seat in the crowd, Bucky only glances back your way twice more before the boss of the Bronx finally shows up for their meeting.

Quill’s not late, they arranged to arrive at staggered times to draw less attention, but Bucky never likes to wait. Still, he chose to arrive first because he didn’t want Quill ahead of him in any way in any arena.

“Barnes,” the man says in greeting.

“Quill,” Bucky returns.

Bucky doesn’t roll his eyes, but he wants to every time he sees this man in the dark red leather jacket he’s built into his identity.

Quill waits for Bucky to speak, but Bucky doesn’t. He’s not verbose by any means, and he knows it irks Quill, especially when Bucky forces him to speak first. So he waits in the silence waiting for Quill to push the conversation they've both come here to have forward.

“Tony says you’ll agree if I agree.”

“Yes," Bucky affirms.

“Well, I agree.”

Bucky nods. He doesn’t respect Peter Quill, but he has no professional qualms. He neither trusts nor mistrusts him, but he does know Quill is a man of his word, and he’s got a track record of reliability within the accords of The Five. Bucky told Tony as much, and that’s why they were sitting on this bench. If Bucky heard it with his own ears, it would be done. He’d still monitor with a healthy amount of skepticism as he always did, but that was modus operandi.

“Then we leave Queens to the kid.”

“Eighteen months,” Bucky states.

Bucky nods again. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Steve stand from his bench and leave.

“And you think Danvers will stay out of it?”

Bucky scoffs, and this time he does roll his eyes. “Come on, Quill, you know Danvers has made it clear she barely deigns to deal with us and only indulges the accords to make sure she can operate her own territory as if we don’t exist.”

“All right, all right, I was just getting your read on the situation.”

“You and I are ostensibly the wildcards.”

If there were to be a turf war over trying to expand the territory and take over Queens, it would be Manhattan, the Bronx, and Brooklyn who stood to gain. Tony had already stated he would maintain status quo. Tony and Ben hadn’t been in power, but they’d both been around when the accords of the five had been fought out, and they’d battled through the chaos before the lines were drawn. Tony and Ben were old school, and they’d respected each other when they both came into power, ascending around the same time.

They were quiet again, but in this moment, the impatience on Quill’s end for Bucky’s silences had been put on pause.

“He’s young,” he finally said.

Bucky shrugged. “So were we.”

“He’s too young,” Quill qualified. It wasn’t a criticism; it was said remorsefully.

Bucky sighed. “Maybe.”

Ben Parker had been clear that his nephew Peter would take over Queens, had been unquestionably preparing him to take over, but everyone expected it to be another ten years and retirement before Ben was out of the scene, not an ascension due to a brutal murder of the mob boss, killer still unknown and at large.

After a few moments, Quill speaks again. “We done here?”

Bucky nods. They both stand, shake hands, and then turn their backs on each other and depart. Bucky looks to Steve first, then his eyes flick to the now-empty table where you had been, and then back to Steve, who falls into step with him as they walk away from the meet.

“Quill agreed to the terms,” Bucky starts. “Eighteen months from the day of Ben’s funeral to let Peter Parker step in and establish his power in Queens.”

“We knew he would.”

They both slip into the back of the black SUV at the curb, and once they’re settled in, Bucky turns to Steve. “Now tell me what you really want to tell me. You’re hardly keeping the grin off your face.”

Steve then lets the smile break freely - but it's warm, not gloating. “As it is the first time you have ever had me look into the identity of a stranger you’ve developed a crush on at first sight, you can’t blame me for being incredibly happy about this.”

Bucky grunts.

“I’ve got preliminary findings for you from Joaquin,” he starts.

“Torres?” Bucky protests. “You put the new kid on this?”

“He is our intelligence guy. Who else would I put on it?”

Bucky rolls his eyes.

“He’s younger than us,” Steve continues, “doesn’t make him a kid. We’re past the days when we were the young guys in this business. You’ve been nothing but impressed with him up to this point, and he’s coming up on a year with us.”

“Fine. Continue.”

“I already told him to keep this close to the chest. You, me, him – not even Sam.”

“Sam is the last person who gets to learn about anything like this.”

Steve laughs. “He’s already got her identity narrowed down to two possibilities and he’s confident he’ll have the full dossier ready to report by the time you come out of your meeting with Tony.”

#aspen asks #aspen is writing #shedding my velvet au #mafia bucky barnes

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marianatrenchbitch · 2 months

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Some drawings i made whit text additions from my friends i hate drawing whit a mouse, finished early in graphic design class this was my punishment

[ID: Six images whit croude non coloured mouse drawings of characters. The first two feature Jon and Martin from The Magnus Archives whit a cuple of hearts and scribbles around them Jon is looking at Martin fondly,they are not coloured but the line art itself is in colour, Jon is in green and black while Martin is in blue with yellow freckles, there is an eye and a cloud below them. The third picture features Elias and Peter from The Magnus Archives. Elias looks annoyed at Peter while Peter is happy about making Elias annoyed, Elias has short hair and an eye earring, his line art in green, Peter has long hair put up in a bun and a long beard, his line art is in blue. There is a single red heart above them. The fourth picture features Cecil and Carlos from Welcome to Night Vale. Cecil has long hair put up in a ponytail and is looking at Carlos whit heart eyes he has another eye on his forehead, his line art is in purple, Carlos has short curly hair and a mustache, he looks happy, his line art is in yellow. There is a few red hearts around them as well as a purple eye and a sciance flask above them. The fifth picture is of an eye and a text that reads 'The Magnus Archives is a podcast distributed by Rusty Quill it is licenced under a creative commons atribute' the text abruptly ends. The sixth picture is of two green eyes one bigger than the other both with lines under and above them.]

#tma #elias bouchard #jonmartin #tma elias #the magnus archives #peter lukas #tma peter #wtnv #wtnv cecil #wtnv carlos #cecilos #cecil palmer #martin blackwood #my post #my art

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immaturityofthomasastruc · 11 months

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You know, miraculous fails at rivals And Lila is the greatest example of why

But since I want to make a argument I’ll compare her to 4 other rivals which showcase how to make a good rival

First we have…

Dr.Eggman:the doctor is the total opposite of he’s rival in all aspects, Eggman is red and sonic is blue, one likes machines the other likes nature, one is old and the other is young, one wants to slave the world and the other wants nothing but freedom, one is a man and the other a animal, one makes things to fight for him while the other fights with nothing but he’s quills. The brilliance of Eggman’s rivalry with sonic is how they are nothing alike and that makes a parallelism, they are two sides of the same coin by being the total opposite, I know people usually talk about shadow,metal sonic or knuckles when talking about the hedgehog’s rival, but everything this three have that rival sonic, Eggman has it and does it better

Meanwhile lila does not parallel Marinette in any way, shape or form than being evil. Lila is a lier… but Marinette ain’t that clean either (that time he tried to steal Adrien’s phone for example)

Now we have…

The blights of Zelda BOTW:if you don’t know about zelda then I’ll just make this quick. In this game there’s four champions representing their race and each with their own powers pilot a giant machine to aid in the war against the Calamity of Ganon. However Ganon designed something to get rid of the champions and take over the machines. The blights (fire,water,wind and thunder) do what a good rival does, do what you can do and do it better, the water champion who is a trident user? Water blight can freeze water and is a even better spear user, The fire champion with a almost indestructible shield? Fire has a better shield with a even greater power to break your shield, the wind champion who’s a amazing archer? Wind blight is a even better quick shooter and can control the air to make he’s flying and arrows turn basically useless, the thunder Champion with a great talent on the sword and shield? Thunder blight is even better and has the speed of a thunder making it able to be almost untouchable. The blights perfectly rival and surpass their champions because they are made to do so and that makes their fights so epic in the first place

Meanwhile Lila has illusions, it fits her personality and way of work but outside of using it smartly I don’t see the parallel

The next one is…

Venom:what hasn’t been said about venom? They have a personal vendetta, they hate Spider-Man with all of their soul, they can do everything spider-man Can plus the tentacles and not activating Spider-Man’s spider sense. They are different enough while similar enough to make for a perfect rival in fight, but he’s person is also perfect. Spider-Man betrayed the symbiote and Peter Parker ruined Eddie Brock’s reputation, now all that hatred joins into a corruption of the image of Spider-Man into a hulking monster searching for revenge and vindication

Then we have Lila which only has a personal vendetta against ladybug meanwhile she’s just a sociopath against Marinette, Lila is just crazy which isn’t bad but making her more evil than Hawkmoth and some other choices I made but I’ll won’t spoil… Jesus

Now we have a personal favorite and the most similar to Lila…

King K.Rool (hear me out):K.rool at first was nothing but a sociopath, he wanted DK to die by starvation so he could conquer the island… but then he kept changing after every defeat. He was humiliated so he kidnapped Donkey but he got defeated again and he’s homeland was destroyed, so he tried again kidnapping them to use them to conquer a new land… but that failed as well and now he has nothing but he’s followers… then he tries to blow up DK island out of pettiness! But then he fails again, the brother he imprisoned was freed, he’s new fortress has crashed, and he’s literally kicked out of the ring in the final match (he’s given four uppercuts, he gets he’s head smashed by the ring lights, he slips on a banana peel, he’s toes are crushed and he’s smashed by someone of he’s own size) and then he disappears for years… But he returns and he’s different. He now mimics DK’s moves but he can do them better, he can counter every attack of DK, he’s strongest attack always involves blowing up DK island, he now moves like DK to the point he imitates he’s run like a animal (he even mimics he’s alternative color pallets) and the most important is how he’s main song even mimics DK’s, he’s song starts with even monkey noises DK and crew make, but the song is quickly drowned by drums and trumpets making way for him, guitars and similarity’s to he’s other themes show and he even has a rap segment which seems to talk about how great he is and how you should praise,fear and aid him on he’s quest to conquer and ends with a chorus mocking Donkey Kong saying “you go: Banananana”. K rool sheer hatred made him imitate and improve DK to humiliate him at he’s own game by being the Cooler DK and he succeeds

Lila lacks any connection, any parallel, every reason and every thing that makes a good rival by being nothing but a bad guy who only wins because everyone around her turns into a idiot. I wish Lila tried to step up her game and instead of making Marinette look bad because she already failed at doing so, she would imitate her and be better because People believing her lies does nothing but showcase the moment she actually has to do something by herself without help or puppets involved or when the plot takes her power to make everyone around her stupid, I just know she will lose because she’s not a rival but a plot device

I don’t want Lila and Chloe to be the main villains because they are kids. But if Chloe or Lila ever become something else I just hope they stay has rivals who only want to prove themselves and show they are better than Marinette without having Adrien involved because if you involve Adrien then that will just give everyone another reason to make Adrien the main character, Marinette needs a enemy which couldn’t care less about Adrien and instead just wants to beat her because even if astruc claims this is her show, everyone and everything should he revolving around adrien even if he’s not the best character (I’ll die on this hill)

The thing about Chloe and Lila was that there actually was something to contrast them with Marinette, but the show never did anything with it.

Consider this: Marinette, Chloe, and Lila are all held in high regard in one way or another.

Marinette earned the status of being the hero of Paris and the class's "Everyday Ladybug", but stays humble about it.

Chloe was born into high status by being the child of the Mayor and a successful fashion designer, but feels entitled to more attention and power.

Lila tricks and manipulates others into believing that she's a super important person with all kinds of connections, but tries to use that influence against the people she views as enemies.

If the show focused more on the connections that Marinette, Chloe, and Lila had, we could have an interesting battle of wits between the three, with Marinette getting the help of her allies to prove she isn't wrong about Lila, Chloe using her influence to make things harder for Marinette/Ladybug, and Lila coming up with new lies to cover up any holes in the ones she's already told to keep her facade going.

Instead, the show just lumps Chloe and Lila together into a single unified force this season, and little is done to actually acknowledge how much influence they have among their peers, while Marinette never uses her connections as Ladybug to deal with Chloe and Lila in the first place.

#immaturity of thomas astruc #iota #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug salt #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #chloe bourgeois #queen bee #queen b #lila rossi

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