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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 1 year

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Like imagine Odin arranging for Heimdall to have a bride, with Odin telling him that in addition to continuing another Aesir bloodline that he genuinely thinks Darling's a good choice for Heimdall. The All-Father's approval is all Heimdall really needs to accept it, even if he doesn't think ANYONE would be good enough for him.

So he's constantly being an asshole, testing Darling to see what Odin possibly sees in them. Even hurting them when he's annoyed. But eventually Odin advises him to knock that shit off a bit: "This is your betrothed and the future mother of your children, you know. Even after all that happened between me and Freya, I have love for her. You've got to learn to cherish something besides me, even if I appreciate the endless loyalty. Really, I do."

And so Heimdall tries to curb his venom. It's hard. It's infuriating. He still doesn't get why Darling is the one Odin wants him to have. But he doesn't want to disappoint the All-Father, so he decides to be better.

In his mind though, "cherish" in this instance means "keep to yourself at all costs." Darling may hate him, but he's not going to ruin what Odin has planned. So they're going to stay in his quarters and never even think of trying to escape unless they want to lose even more freedom.

His possessiveness comes at first from Odin's wish: Heimdall is meant to have Darling, and so he's going to keep them at all costs. But over time he gets less and less annoyed by them. What used to piss him off and make him want to throw them off the wall now amuses him. And their attempts to fight or run away have always been cute, in a futile pathetic kind of way. Why would they even want to run? They've been chosen by Odin himself to be HIS. The only being greater than him is the All-Father, and they're complaining about being his bride?

Having them around isn't all bad, though. After a while he starts to like it, having someone that's his and how everyone knows they belong to him.

He goes from resenting them to treating them almost like a pet or toy, and his ego won't let him give others a reason to call him a bad husband/lover. Selfish or cruel, yes. But all it takes is a few sly remarks from Thor about how despite being such a "shambling drunken oaf," he knows how to treat his wife in and out of bed--the multiple broken headboards are proof enough of that. Odin gave Heimdall such an easy job, too. How lackluster of a man do you have to be, with a wife that good looking and patient enough to deal with his golden-chapped ass, to not know how to properly take care of her? Heimdall can call Thor and Sif brutes and idiots and failures all he wants, but Odin gave him a job when he gave him a wife. Thor's kids are failures in Heimdall's eyes, but at least Thor popped a few out when the All-father said he should (and Thor never bad to be told how to cherish his wife the way Odin had to for Heimdall 👀)

This specific insult to manhood drives Heimdall up the wall, even when he knows it shouldn't matter coming from Thor of all people. Still...a fat drunken has-been is right twice a day. Even if HE can't see his wife as a treasure quite yet, Odin does. And if Odin values her enough to gift her to Heimdall, his most faithful servant, then he's going to keep her and find out what makes her so important. Well, besides being HIS, of course.

And once he actually develops some semblance of genuine attraction, it combines with his desire to please Odin, his spite for Thor, and his entitlement into something truly fucked up and obsessive. She can't ever leave because they're meant to be together, to have children as Odin said. And Heimdall's such a catch, isn't he? He managed to turn those pleas to stop and pathetic attempts to fight him off into moans and mewls that kept half the lodge up at night. He knows everything about her, inside and out, body and mind and soul. He's not someone you can escape from. After all, he's your destiny and you're his.

#tw: noncon #fem darling #.god of war #.heimdall #yandere god of war #yandere heimdall #.myshit #thots

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enchantricksbot · 1 year

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Let’s talk about Amora’s seduction and how it works.

In her origin, Amora could manipulate how she looks, however she is supposed to appear so naturally beautiful, that she is any man’s weakness. No magic involved.

Despite many asgardians able to enchant, this is why she’s called “The Enchantress” This is a 60’s cliche, the fantasy that she is so gorgeous no man can look away.

She has an spell on her lips, that works like a sort of venom gloss. Upon kiss, it can enthrall someone for a limited amount of time. Because of her perfect appearance, it’s the most subtle way to lure men.

(Dr Strange thought she was suspicious, and too beautiful to be a mortal. Despite this, on lust alone, he engaged in kissing her and is put under her spell for 7 days)

To be enthralled, someone must already be attracted to her. What I’ve gathered over majority of the comics, the kiss has to be initiated or mutual. Without any magical intervention or spelled seduction.

This has some limitations. Characters who are pure of heart or noble minded can break free. Thor cannot be ensnared by her kiss, for he does not truly have interest in her, he may find her physically attractive, but knowing her as a person, he isn’t attracted to her personality. Dr Doom cannot be enchanted by her kiss, as he is not interested in her. (Panel below, She can be seen switching tactics to bribery instead.) Nor can Loki because despite his attraction to her, his seidr is too powerful to possess him.

She’s a villain but she’s not quite evil. Concerning an argument I saw from someone who’s never read the comics…She’s never used any of her servants for anything sexual or even romantic, and does not keep anyone continuously under her spell. Yes the “too gorgeous to not fall in love” is very old cliche. Modern comics she relies more on her spells. Though regarded as beautiful still, her power and enchantments do not rely on her looks or her kiss of death.

Much of the time after they kiss her and the spell begins to take hold, they realize they’ve just been baited into a fly trap. Kissing Amora does not mean you will be under her spell, she can kiss people with good intention.

Why is she so bent on love?

Every man Amora ever wanted, has in her hold. Everyone but Thor. Odin had sent Amora to seduce Thor and bring him back to Asgard (away from earth and Jane) but in failing she was devastated by her imperfection. What was likely out of a teenage crush (and rivalry with Sif) became a failure and obsession, For everyone to love and accept her.

We don’t know much about Amora and her sister, Lorelei’s parents, other than they were not present. Whether alive or not. Amora runs off to apprentice under Karnilla, Odin’s personal sorcerer and the queen of Nornheim. We can infer that Karnilla became a mother figure to Amora.

When Amora tried too hard to please, and became too strong, too ambitious, Karnilla exiled Amora. Amora was a scared child, and sought safety in power and controlling those powerful. Inside her this child remained. Unable to grow past her fears.

Other examples to femme fatale characters are Poison Ivy, Emma Frost, Loki

#femme fatale #amora #amora the enchantress #enchantress #the enchantress #Loki #Thor #marvel #mcu #comic #comics

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villainousshakespeare · 2 years

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Therapy Fit for a God Chapter 17

Therapy Fit for a God Chapter 16

Loki/OFC Rated E: Trigger Warnings: Smut, Sex, Oral Sex, Angst, talk of suicide, therapy, unhealthy family dynamics, mention of torture and mind control, touch starved, drinking

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16

Loki’s plans to conquer and rule Midgard have come to a disastrous end. After being captured by the Avengers, he is being held on Earth. Odin has refused to interfere, and the outlook for the God of Mischief appear bleak. His only hope may lie in one mortal woman, a Psychiatric expert brought in to interrogate him.

Dr. Caroline Thorpe is intrigued by Loki and thinks that more lies beneath his actions than is commonly known. Can she find out the truth before he is shipped off to die for crimes against the Earth? And can Loki bring himself to care?

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"Loki, stop pacing. I am sure that Dr. Caroline is going to be just fine."

Thor's voice was grating in its earnestness, and it was all Loki could do not to slam his knee into his brother's sternum. Of course, with all the breakfast pastries his brother had been wolfing down, 0that would have no doubt resulted in a disgusting mess, adding to the list of irritations rapidly mounting.

At least Stark had the decency to look miserable. Slumped in a chair with the largest mug Loki possessed filled with coffee, the mortal glowered behind a pair of dark glasses. Every noise, however large, seemed to send waves of discomfort through his entire body. Normally, Loki would have delighted in tormenting him further, banging chairs, flickering the lights, and whatnot, but at the moment he had more important concerns. Besides, Thor's normal behavior was loud enough to cause the man to wince every few moments.

"What is taking her so long," he asked for the umpteenth time.

Now that the time had come for them to attempt this foolhardy plot, Loki wanted to get on with it, to have it over and done with. Every moment delayed was another moment he was in agony thinking of the peril his precious Caroline would be placing herself in. His brain continued to conjure up one fate after another that were each alone enough to make him seethe with preemptive venom.

"If there's one thing I've learned in my life...," Tony grumbled into his coffee, "well, actually, it's don't fuck around with Bruce Banner when he's looking green. Thanks for that, by the way, throw rug. Better you than me. But, only slightly behind that is never rush a lady. No good ever comes of it. Besides, I need a few minutes more before I'm flight ready."

"I don't give a damn what you need," Loki spat, glaring at the miserable sot.

It was not as though Loki himself had gotten any sleep. After a brief, blissful doze in his beloved's arms, he had awoken to the realization of what he had agreed to. He knew that Caroline was a strong, independent woman. He would not have wanted her any other way. In this case however, he cursed that streak of stubbornness that normally pared so well with his own.

For an hour or so he had occupied himself thinking up ways he might wriggle out of allowing her to come on the mission. The idea of simply following through on what Stark obviously expected of him and whisking her away via the Tesseract was supremely tempting. He could do it while she slept, and by the time she awoke they would be in a completely different galaxy. The only problem was he was sure she would never trust him again. The thought of her eyes, cold with contempt and devoid of affection was chilling to his very soul. No, she would give him no peace until the scepter with its damned stone was off of her world and no longer a threat to it.

He could go himself and leave her behind. Mentally he rifled through all of the ways that he could keep her here, safe in his cottage on the other side of the world. Magically induced sleep, ropes, sealing the doors so that she could not escape, all of these were mentally examined out and discarded. The idea that something might happen to the cottage while she was trapped inside due to him was worse than any other scenario he could fathom. Even if he just slipped out while she still slumbered it would not do. She was still wanted by SHIELD, and he would not leave her alone on the run from a powerful enemy.

No, there was nothing for it but to let her come along and hope that he could find some way to keep her safe. Whatever it took, whoever and whatever he had to sacrifice, Loki was determined that not a hair on Caroline's lovely head would be harmed.

"Okay, I think I'm ready."

The voice was the same, but as Loki turned to look at his love a different form greeted him. Her hair was a reddish blonde, longer than she wore her own, and pulled back into a loose braid. She stood a good half foot taller, and her delightful curves had been stretched out to a more statuesque physique, now clothed in the SHIELD uniform. Her face was slightly altered as well: higher cheekbones, a wider mouth. Loki had done the illusion himself of course, but it was still a shock to hear the voice he loved so well coming out of a different body.

"I am glad to see you didn't decide to go with a feline," Thor nodded, causing Loki's eyes to roll back in his head. "You look lovely, Dr. Caroline. Not that you didn't before. But this is nice too. In fact, now that I look at you, you look quite a bit like our mother!"

"Boy is that a lot to unpack this early in the morning," Stark practically spit out his coffee. "I can see why you like this one, Doc. He'll keep you in business for decades."

"I look forward to meeting her," Caroline ignored Tony's jibe, instead smiling at Thor and bringing a completely irrational blush to Loki's cheeks with her comment. "I think I'm used to this new look enough that I won't jump every time I catch my reflection in the mirror."

"Are you sure?" he asked. Despite his previous wish to get on with things, he was once again overcome with reluctance. "We can delay if you prefer. A day, even longer if need be."

"No, let's do it now."

"Yeah, you can defile fake mommy once we secure the Earth, Oedipus. Let's get this over with."

Loki glared at Stark, wishing that he had time to find a window high enough to toss him out of. The man must have a death wish of his own with the way he so continually goaded Loki. Caroline seemed to collect broken warriors the way other women collected jewelry. The thought made Loki's eyes narrow in irritation. He didn't like the idea of being one of many. When they were through with their fool's errand, he would make sure he did everything he could see that he remained her one and only. Oh, she could treat other patients, but perhaps not ones with reputations like the billionaire hero possessed.

"Alright," he began, trying to settle the anxiety thrumming inside him. "We all know the plan. Let's do this as quickly as possible so that Caroline and I can get on with our lives."

"Assuming we decide to let you go," Tony interrupted.

"Assuming I give you a choice," Loki countered. "I dropped you from too low a height last time. Perhaps over your Grand Canyon would work better."

"Easier there, tiger," Tony said with a smirk. "Yes, we know the plan. I just called the jet; it should be here within the moment. Maybe you ought to change yourself. Unless there's some sort of Norse alt rock fest in the area, you are sure to stand out looking like that."

"You do cut quite a striking figure, Loki," Caroline smiled up at him through different eyes. "Not that I'm complaining, but it would be impossible not to notice you."

"Right," he sighed.

With a slight shimmer his black hair was replaced with the curly golden blond and skin was once more tanned and be-freckled. It was not as drastic a transformation as he had made for Caroline, but then he was not as concerned about his safety if discovered.

"That is a handy trick. Don't suppose you could teach me that on the plane?" Stark asked, staring at him as though trying to see the mechanism that had made the change.

"Don't bother, friend Stark," Thor slapped the small man on the back, making him groan. "Loki is famously secretive about his spells."

"I don't recall you ever bothering to ask," Loki said, voice clipped.

"Oh, of course I didn't," Thor laughed. "Why would I want to learn magic when I was already able to fight. I was thinking of Fandral in those early days, before he perfected his skill with a blade. He was desperate enough to think perhaps your tricks would at least give him some sort of usefulness, even if he couldn't do battle."

Loki's entire body tensed at the careless mockery in his brother's voice, years of resentment suddenly filling him. A combination of shame and rage formed in his chest, dying to be given vent in some sort of destructive act or cutting remark.

"Interesting," Caroline commented in a light voice. "I would have thought the opposite. After all, anyone can swing a sword, or a hammer, but how many people do you know can change their entire appearance with a thought? But then, I guess I've always appreciated the extraordinary. I'm sure the ordinary is just fine as well, and many people actually don't mind it."

"Okay, retract your claws Doc. Seems you put a little bit of cat in there after all, Loks," Stark laughed.

"I meant no disrespect," Thor looked confused.

A whirring noise sounded from the front of the cabin and Loki released the tension he had been holding.

"Ah, saved by the jet. All aboard, people. Stark Airlines is waiting for you."

***

It was all fine as long as she kept her eyes straight ahead. When she simply looked where she was going, Caroline could walk naturally, head up, no problems. It was only when she glanced down that the difficulties began. It was rather like when one forgot the number of steps walking down the stairs and didn't realize one had reached the bottom. Caroline's physical legs were inches shorter than the image that currently strut down the hall of SHEILD, so it seemed to her eyes that it should take much less time to reach the floor. Or something.

"Are you sure you don't wish I was taller?" she asked Loki where he strut beside her.

Not all the glamour spells in the world could hide the deadly swagger that his hips and shoulders made as he walked heel toe, heel toe down the corridor. The fact that his walk alone was enough to make her pulse beat faster was ridiculous, and yet there it was.

Her question was mostly a way to distract herself. She knew that, despite all logic, Loki was attracted to her. He had made that clear enough over the past forty-eight hours. Still, she would not have been human if she didn't have some insecurities. The most stunningly beautiful creature in existence had chosen to court her (to use the word he had murmured to her the night before as they drifted to sleep). It was beyond anything she had ever dreamed of.

"Don't be absurd," he answered with scowl. "You are perfect just the way you are. Why? Are you wishing that I were fair haired? Or perhaps marked by the sun the way your mortal men can be?"

"Loki, you are absolutely perfect the way you are," she laughed. "Besides, I would want you regardless of skin color or hair style."

"I might hold you to that," Loki's voice held the self mockery that she loathed, but less so than it might have just days before.

"Please do, my prince."

"Ixnay on the Oki-stay!" Tony said with a glare. "Besides, my system's still a bit too fragile for all this intergalactic love island."

So far their plan had gone exactly as planned. They had landed Tony's futuristic jet on the SHIELD compound with barely a raised eyebrow. A wave of the billionaire's hand had been enough to dissipate questions about the two new recruits he had brought with him. Caroline, dressed in the standard SHIELD uniform, had been introduced as Agent Jocasta. Loki, insistently in a very expensive looking suit, was Dr. Rex. She just hoped Tony's cleverness was not the undoing of them all.

Once inside, Thor had been dispatched to find Fury and Pierce and keep them occupied while the other three went after the scepter. Unspoken between them was the knowledge that while the blond Asgardian meant well, he was not the most agile when it came to dissembling. Having him far away if people began to question their identities seemed wise.

Flanking Stark they made their way down the familiar halls until they neared the room where the scepter had been last seen. It was strange to Caroline, but the base felt similar in a way to her knew appearance. It was still the same at the core, but her perception of it was completely changed. The industrious workers rushing to and fro were no longer agents for good, but potential dangers who might see through their charade. Oh, she had always been aware that one or two bad apples lurked in the barrel, but now she glanced with suspicion at everyone. If a large enough contingent could be willing and ready to kill a prisoner without granting him due process and a fair hearing, what else might the men and women working here be capable of?

All too quickly they reached the doorway. By collective agreement they stopped just outside. Caroline rose up and down on her toes a few times, as though stretching could help in this situation. Loki looked quickly down the hall in each direction before pulling her into a tight embrace. For a moment she forgot everything as he kissed her sensless.

"Okay, Romeo, let her up for air. She's just going into the next room, not onto a battle field."

"The object in the next room is more powerful than any army," Loki said, still holding her but surrendering her lips. "Darling, listen to me. If you feel any hesitation, any fear, get out of there instantly. There is no shame in not being a match for one of the founding powers of the universe. Even I was brought down by it eventually."

"It is such an odd experience not being the biggest egotist in the room. I don't think I like it," Tony quipped. "Mr. Fantastic is right for once though. If anything feel janky, you cut and run. We will find another way to get the spear. Now, I'm gonna run down to my lab and grab my case. Here's my ID. I'll be back almost before you miss me."

With that, he was off at a trot down the hall, leaving Caroline and Loki alone in front of the plain metal door.

"You don't have to do this," Loki tried one last time to convince her. "I can just as easily go in."

"And if you come out under its sway, how on Earth or any other planet for that matter, could I stop you?" she asked. "I am counting on you to stop me and make me drop the thing into Tony's scepter dampening suitcase."

"Alright."

"Here we go."

"I love you."

Caroline felt tears well in her eyes and willed them away.

"I love you," she answered.

She opened the door and closed it quickly behind her, wanting to keep Loki from coming in after her. She had the sequence from Tony to unlock the cradle the scepter lay in. By the time she had released it, he would be back with the case.

As she stepped towards the shiny metal weapon, she felt a tingling sensation almost like a caress run over her skin. Caroline stopped for a moment took a deep breath. She knew what this was. She could ignore it. Not looking at the glowing blue gem that pulsed softly at the head of the scepter, she entered the pass code into the pad controlling the cradle. One nob slid down to the bottom, a second up to the top, and a dial spun two thirds of the way around. With each move she made, the tingling grew stronger, eager almost anticipatory.

At last, the gold light surrounding the scepter died, and the sensation dug like needles into her skin. Caroline's breathing was coming fast and shallow as her hands reach, trembling, for the smooth, deadly weapon. As her fingers wrapped around the cold metal it was as though every cell in her body sprang to life and she all but lifted off the ground.

"Oh yessss," she felt more than heard the voice in her mind. "We are going to have so much fun together."

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iobartach · 7 months

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fighting like a man possessed

universe: kengan ashura

verse name: ag troid ar nós an diabhail

Description: Hailing from a different age, this genetically enhanced competitor swings into the Kengan Annihilation Tournament with superhuman agility and a venomous bite! Standing at a daunting height of six feet, nine inches, and weighing over 344 pounds, will he weave his web of victory, or become entangled in the fierce battles that lay ahead? Fighting for Alchemax, and making his debut Kegan match appearance, he is the Harbinger of Thor, Miguel O'Hara!!!!

"Strength comes from within. A warrior's true strength is not in their muscles, but in their heart and mind."

#verse definition #verse; ag troid ar nós an diabhail #i have nothing lined up for this verse yet but well--#it would not leave my head so #if anyone would be interested.... 👉👈#but okay so maybe this verse really means 'fighting like the devil' .. but you know... 🥴#took me longer to type up this than making the banner 😂

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thebibliomancer · 1 month

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What If? Vol. 2 #4

This is probably the iconic What If? cover because I’ve seen this specific picture all over the place

What If… the Alien Costume had Possessed Spider-Man?

As opposed to? Because I thought it had?

The chosen title doesn’t quite convey the idea of the issue.

In the original events, Spider-Man feels rundown because the costume has been taking him on late night excursions. He has Reed check out the costume, who realizes it’s a living alien being. The costume is separated from Spider-Man for study but escapes and rebonds with him until he uses a big church bell to force it away. Spider-Man passes out and almost gets belled to death but the symbiote saves him at the cost of its own life.

Until it was retconned to have survived and bonded with Eddie Brock to become Venom.

Comics, amirite?

In this What If? Spider-Man gets the notion to have the costume checked out sooner but Reed isn’t available. He takes it to Curt Conners who doesn’t find anything unusual about it because he’s not a good scientist.

Peter eventually does take the costume to Reed but several days later than he would have. And it’s become so bonded to Peter in those additional days (compared to the much longer time he’s been wearing it since Secret Wars) that Reed can’t sonic it off Peter.

So the What If? is What If uh all that?

I see why the issue has the title it does. It’s hard to convey in a short way.

What If… Spider-Man Wore the Alien Costume Longer?

Yeah, let’s go with that.

Reed puts Spider-Man in a giant terrarium and brings in Dr Strange but neither science or magic can pry the ooze off of him.

Then he busts out and escapes and eludes any attempt at finding him.

Black Cat (who was dating Spider-Man at this time) gets pissed at Reed for not finding him fast enough and spite robs from the rich to give to the poor.

Pretty cool of her but the comic paints it as a shameful act that foreshadows other bad decisions she’ll make.

Not cool, the narration.

Other events that would have happened originally happen so because of Nightmare, Hulk is rampaging around mindlessly and Dr Strange is going to banish him to the crossroad of dimensions.

But Symbiote-Man jumps in, ditches Peter, and possesses the mindless Hulk.

Peter is left artificially aged, drained of all vitality by the symbiote and then abandoned for a new partner.

Hm. This What If? changes the symbiote from a clingy ex to the creep who keeps getting new trophy wives as soon as one ages.

Peter manages to put together some scientific research on the symbiote before he dies of being super old now. Reed uses those notes and his own research to create a symbiote tracker and a super science gun that can kill even a Venomed Hulk.

Not that we’re calling it Venom officially but it’s easier to type.

Out of concern for Banner and the thought that the symbiote may not be actively malicious, Reed decides to use the science gun only as a last resort.

But Venom tricks and takes Thor to replace a wrung out Banner.

Venom Thor flipped a coin between looking cool and dumb and it landed on its side. My brain is baffled. I can’t decide whether I like or hate it.

He definitely shouldn’t be able to wield Mjolnir though.

Venom retreats into the tunnels underneath Mount Rushmore to finish possessing Thor.

Reed still refuses to use the super science gun since it may kill Thor and calls in the biggest sonic attack in the setting.

He gets the job done but geez. You couldn’t have lured Venom someplace else so you didn’t blow up a sacred mountain?

With the symbiote stunned and helpless, Dr Strange prepares to banish it to the crossroads dimension where it won’t be able to hurt anyone.

Which is when Black Cat swoops in to say nuh uh.

She had her own subplot where she became increasingly frustrated with the heroes and filled with vengeance-y thoughts when Peter died.

To get revenge, she vowed to serve Kingpin for the rest of her life. In exchange, Kingpin provided her with a bootleg super science gun so she could kill the ooze that killed her Spider.

Revenge is bad or whatever.

This is definitely one of those What Ifs that jams hard on the “everything is worse forever” buttons.

And it changes a lot of how Venom operates and behaves to do it, which is frustrating to me.

The symbiote bonding so securely to Peter that a sonic gun won’t peel him off isn’t reflected in most of how it’s portrayed with Eddie.

And that’s a fair comparison since Venom Hulk takes on the familiar early Venom look.

The symbiote doesn’t typically drain hosts so quickly and throw them away. It’s whole thing is wanting a long-term host.

And despite an ambiguous moment where Venom claims possessing Hulk made it aware that what it’s doing was wrong and that it just wants to live in peace, it was just an attempt to trick Thor.

It’s just evil ooze in this story. Trading up to stronger and stronger hosts and slurping out their vitality.

When it usually is portrayed as having complex, if not always healthy, emotions about various things.

And it all builds to a bitter ending where Black Cat sells her soul to the Kingpin to kill Venom when the thing was already defeated.

If this was a story ABOUT her, that’d be one thing. But while she had a couple of scenes throughout, this was somehow more of a Reed Richards story. Butting his head against a difficult problem, trying not to resort to killing, finally coming up with a solution. And then Black Cat shows up and kills the thing anyway.

I don’t much care for this one.

The point of divergence isn’t obvious and it takes too many liberties in pursuit of a forced Bad End.

#What If?#the comic #spider man #venom

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mischief-lies-and-stories · 6 months

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10 (Not Ranked) Quotes From My Loki Fics

I'll say it, fine. 10 Quotes From My Own Loki Fics That Make Me Feral. Fuck it, it's my birthday month. I can pretend I'm not uncomfortable about plugging my own stuff for a few days out of the year.

I tried not to choose quotes that give too much away, at least the fics that have somewhat of a twist, but they are quotes, and they're longer quotes than usual, so. Spoilers for my various fics?

I'm irishavalon on AO3.

"We can go around in circles about whose fault it is all day, but it ultimately comes back to that self-important bag of dicks, sitting on his mighty throne at the end of time and dictating how he thinks everyone's lives should go." --Sylvie, Scattered to the Wind

"She loves Sigyn's hands, calloused from the wood ax and cracked from the lye in her soap, yet gentle as they hold hers and guide her in a series of improvised steps. These hands sewed wounds she was too exhausted to heal with magic, wrapped bandages around the stitches to protect from infection, wiped tears from her cheeks she was embarrassed to realize she'd shed as Sigyn cared for her." --The Valley

"She tastes like memory becoming whole, becoming reality, at long last. She tastes like she is Sigyn, and they are Loki, and the years apart that will not so much fall away as bring them back together, stronger than they were before. Or something of the sort. You try writing poetry while the love of your (nearly) immortal life is kissing the eloquence right out of you." --This Misery Will Suffice

"Maybe time would bend and Loki's next escape would be his last. And maybe all worlds at all times would stop ending and everyone everywhere would live. And maybe his father would love him. And maybe Mobius is actually wasting time turning the timeline inside out to look for Loki of all people, instead of burning down the entire bureaucratic scam for the greater good." --Nothing Matters at the End of the World

"All he wants is Theo, a life by his side. All he wants is Theo's hands in his, and his head on Loki's shoulder, waking up side by side again on a cot in a chilly flat, stale bread and stolen kisses in the night, red curly hair and constellations of freckles and bony elbows for the rest of his life." --Choose Me

"He's my husband! As I'm sure Thor has impressed upon you. Or does marriage not mean the same to you when the partner in question is not of your world? Send me back to him and I will forgive this moment of madness, Father, though abducting the same person twice feels more habit than mistake." --Loki, Where You Go, I Go

"And deep in his blackened but still beating heart, the golden truth that has always hidden there blossoms with glaring overtness: He loved Theo. Loves Theo. The memory of the Midgardian has followed him around for almost two hundred years, a mere breath in his long life, yet he feels the time as acutely as if he aged at a human pace." --Phantom Limb

"I wasted precious time pretending we had returned to a time long passed, when I should have been telling you what I knew. I should have told you I had the Tesseract. I should have told you Thanos will stop at nothing to possess the stones, and that when he has even one in his grasp he will be unstoppable. I should have told you Thanos could make a god crumble even without the gauntlet, without even lifting his own finger." --Like the Dawn

"I ran, as usual, ever the snake who so wants to be poisonous but in the end is just a toothless coward. I stood before the Titan in the bowels of the ship to become that venomous snake, just once, before I died for you. I wanted to be the snake for you, the one that doesn't stab you or throw you towards the knife, the one who strikes down your enemies or loses their head trying." --Like the Dawn

"She remembers yesterday, when he reached out, as though to touch her, and echoed her words back to her. "Never doubt that I love you." She'd been in the middle of lying to his face when she'd last said the words, but there wasn't a hint of a lie in Thor's voice. (And she's starting to seriously wonder if there had even been a lie in hers.)" --These, Our Bodies, Possessed By Light

#(i write more than just loki too)#loki #loki fanfic #loki fanfction #my fanfiction #my writing #lokius #thorki #loki/theo #theoki #sylvie laufeydottir #mobius m mobius #loki tv show #sylvie/sigyn #sylgyn #loki/sigyn #logyn

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loyalty binds chapter 3

Warnings: slight gore and blood

did i proof read: a little

words: 2K, please enjoy this chapter.

The blood dripped slowly from the Caramel skinned man’s knuckles, eyes filled with impatience and bloodlust. Tendrils sprawled out of control from his back, staring down at the dwarf on the floor, riddled with fear.

“How do you know that name?” Ular murmurs, venom laced in every word he says. The man’s voice snatched from him as he listened, thinking up any answer to get out of this situation.

The man’s dry lips tremble before speaking. “Dagon…son of Cthulu, the half-breed of the nine seas,” he exclaimed, hands flailing to hide his face from the demonic golden eyes Ular possesses. A shirtless torso revealed countless scars, including a tattoo of lines across his chest pointing toward calloused hands and another on the neck. That name…that name was so familiar to him, so distasteful and disgusting to him. He never wants to hear it again…

“Did you tell anyone else?”

“N-no, no one else knows. Please just let me go, Dagon!” The man cried. Ular felt his chiseled jaw tighten again from the name, horrific memories and screaming of his past flooding in as if the man had just opened an ocean filled with pain, suffering,…and lies.

With a long inhale and a shaky exhale, ular’s eyes shined in the barely lit room. To the man’s gaze, he portrayed a predator ready to kill his prey.

“hm, I am glad you know the name of the person who will kill you.” He preached silently to the man.

“NO WAIT-“ before he finished his sentence, it was silenced by a massive hand colliding with his face. The hit, not killing the dwarf at first, only put him in a daze as he touched his face. He could feel the warm blood trickling down his cheeks. Barely can see out his right eye, holding his trembling hands up again to Ular in a defensive position. A defense that can’t save him.

“Please..please, I beg you.”

“There is no PLEASE in this, and there will never be a..please,” Ular rasped, punching the man again.

“I NEVER GOTTEN A PLEASE” Ular's fist collided with his face again.

“I WAS NEVER GIVE A CHANCE..not a damn BREAK,” Ular swore with rage, each hit being more brutal than the last. Seeing nothing but red and the dwarf as blood is scattered, anger filled in each word and breath. The man lay lifeless as he continued to stomp with rage with his foot, yelling each time his foot crashed into the man's face, memories flashing over and over of his beating before slamming his foot down one last time as a Kraken-like roar left his mouth. Loud like a siren's call, he stepped back, heavy kids shut closed. Opening slowly to action, he just caused, seeing the dead dwarf on the floor.

His body shook with realization as his teeth clashed together, hands shaking before clenching them into a tight fist.

Not again…

It is what he said to himself as he stood in the backyard of his home, shirtless, to avoid he wouldn’t get his shirt wet as he dipped—his dirty clothing into the bucket of water, washing them since Ingmar moved in with Thor and Sif. Ular didn’t mind living down here, outside the wall alone. Give him time to think.

To think about what occurred three days ago between Heimdall and Ular on ingmars wedding night, and the other thought that scratches his thoughts with every chance they have. Killing that dwarf wasn’t his first time, so why is it affecting him now? Some would call Ular crazy for not even being bothered about killing them, and he didn’t get a kick out of it, either. It was more of a release, a distraction, a blind rage of anger that had been building up for centuries.

What could he do? What could he say?

He didn’t know who to turn to with these emotions, and they spiraled out of control whenever his dead name was even muttered.

He hated it.

Despised it to every end of Helheim, he wanted that name to burn with cthulu’s empire. With cthulu’s lif-

“Ular..!” A booming voice called to him; he twisted his head to the side, facing the person who called him. It was Heimdall. The young boy filled the merman’s vision. Ular sat tall on the stump and focused his attention on magenta eyes. He could feel the warmth from Heimdall being close to him.

“Have you picked those apples for me, ul ul?” he teased, bent down a little to be faced with ular. He was giving him a warm smile.

“No! I picked these by request for the all father,” Ular quips, holding the basket as he continues to pick the beautiful red or maybe green apples as well, putting them into the basket. While Ular was determined to get one off a branch, Heimdall snatched one from the wooden basket, taking a bite out of it and humming in satisfaction of the perfect taste.

The blonde boy leaned against the tree, watching the boy pick apples, “ever since you started picking the apples, they taste so much better than those maiden ones.” He comments, voice laced with pride, and compliments the sea kid. Ular could feel his Caramel skin flush on his face, not being used to the praises from the Aesir. This interaction is quite surprising. Usually, Heimdall would hate the very existence of Ular for being even in his presence, but now, it seems different, is what Ular told himself.

“Thank you, I guess. Would you want to help pick apples?” Ular asked, a beaming smile to back it up as he faced Heimdall. Standing with widened eyes at Ular’s bright smile, this smile catching Heimdall’s gaze, why would anyone smile so brightly for Heimdall? A smile that made him feel warm and appreciated, a smile that made him feel something new.

Pursing his lips, eyes glancing in a different direction to not be persuaded by the wicked smile that can win anyone’s heart, “I suppose I will assist you, lamb. Only!…this one time.” Heimdall noted, taking the lead ahead as he strolled to the next tree. The fish boy was as happy as he could ever be, following behind him like a trained dog.

Memories such as those felt as if they happened yesterday. What did he do wrong?

“Ular?” Heimdall called, “when do I never catch you washing something like as if you are a maiden.” seeing Ular behind his home. He wasn’t wearing his usual tunic today, only a golden silky shirt and brown pants. He never took a day off, but it was early in the morning. Maybe it’s not his shift yet.

“Well, when you're getting your hands dirty, you tend to wash things constantly.” Ular lectured, his soft lips being in a taunt line as he looked at the Aesir. Heimdall took this time to take in Ular’s shirtless appearance, with faint scars littering over his body while tattoo markings starting from his neck, leading down to his collarbones and chest like thick lines of veins. The sight memorized him before he realized he was staring too hard and long at him. He was clenching his chiseled jaw, seeing that Ular noticed him staring.

“Mhm, I understand clearly, little lamb. Now I’ve come to fetch you because the all father requests your presence, and I do as well, but that..will be handled later.” Heimdall commands, somewhat bulky arms crossing over his chest, peering up at the tall man. He could hear the slight hum of confirmation come from Ular, watching him walk inside his home. Heimdall didn’t want to follow behind, but how else Ular was going to get on the other side of the wall, catching up to the sea because he admired the home's interior.

Heimdall isn’t so used to such places that felt more comfortable than wealthy, “does Odin request my presence urgently?” He spoke, standing near his wooden table. Reaching over to take an apple from the basket he has placed there, golden eyes still cast at Heimdall. Who was more interested in the home's design than the fish man.

“His request wasn’t urgent, but I wouldn’t want to keep all father waiting.”

“I'm curious about your request for me,” he questioned, taking another bite from the apple as he felt those judging eyes on him. Heimdall’s expression only resembled his resting bitch face, thinking he should feed into it or worry about it later. His mind wants to worry about it later, but his body wants answers now. It was a struggle and even a challenge for the past few days for Heimdall to stay focused when he kept remembering Ular.

Who could forget? Why would he forget? Every time those memories flooded in, he remembered every bit of it as if they were coming to life. Ular's cold and rough hands brushed Heimdall's smooth pale skin, his heated breath, and the feel of his lips, feeling passionate and sweet that night.

He felt so high, so perfect in Ular’s sculpted, muscular arms while he was kissing him. The bruised lips Heimdall’s eyes combed over the following day were a deep red hue on his pink lips, and while getting dressed for patrol that morning.

Ular’s chilled body made Heimdall yearn for it more. He fantasized about it. The feeling controlling his urges, a fresh beginning, opened inside him.

“Have you told anyone?" Keeping his eyes on ular, he asked, "What happened the night of the wedding?"

“Told anyone about what? that you were singing siren songs for me on our wedding night.” Ular laughed his tone like a mocking one, fighting back at Heimdall's game. The man wasn’t blind to the blonde's objective. He could practically see it play in the Aesir god's mind.

His words filled Heimdall's ears and made his expression become determined. He was refusing to let Ular beat him at his own game.

“I don't sing songs for anyone,” he replied furiously, "especially not for someone like you."

"Despite saying that, why are you here? Did the all father send you for me, or are you here to threaten me with keeping your shame about me a secret?” Ular snarled, sizing up the blonde Aesir.

As he watches Heimdall's expression flash between anger and confusion, it is followed instantly by realization. Ular catches his real intentions, the ones being protected by false lies.

Ular continues, tone still the same in his voice, “You're more of a liar than your father.”

“My father is no..liar, Dagon!” He shouted; he could see Ular’s irises flash different emotions that Heimdall didn't have the time to understand nor read. Even his mind was no use either. It was everywhere, being so damn loud and out of control.

The cold venom that washed in Ular’s skin made his jaw feel tight with frustration as he pursed his lips, peering down at Heimdall with soulless eyes.

“My name is Ular, never call me that again, Heimdall…if you know what’s best for you,” the vicious threat that ular spoke, reaching to take Heimdall shoulders into his calloused hands. The grip tightened with frustration; he should smite Heimdall down as he did to those dwarfs, make him gravel for his life. “The All-Father may have told you, like the dog that you are, to come and get me, but you are also here because you are ashamed and worried Odin would be disappointed in you if he found out that you were having sex with a man rather than a lovely woman for your future bloodline..”

What had felt like hours, the grip faded once Heimdall realized Ular had let go of him. Ular brushes past him, heading outside to wait for him. not a single word is uttered.

I will make his life miserable, thought Heimdall in anger. How dare he control me?

Turning on his and clenching his fist, he stomps out, catching up to Ular to meet with the all-father. ‘Huggin!’ Heimdall called. A second later, the feathers surrounded the two of them. Transporting them to Asgard, the uncomfortable silence filled their space as they stood beside each other, with the ravens blocking the light.

"You must remember that I will continue to make your life miserable, Ular."

“Hm, I hate for your voice to break, Heimdall, but if you insist.” Ular quips, the threat making Heimdall double-take on Ular’s words. What did he mean by ‘break his voice.’ Why would he try to do such a thing, he thought. As close as Ular is, hearing Heimdall’s thoughts was no problem for Ular.

Ular couldn’t help but chuckle at the older man.

Furthermore, they arrived at the front entrance of Odin’s study. “He isn’t here. He must be downstairs.” Heimdall notices, taking the lead to head down into the deeper part of his study. As Ular followed closely, Heimdall could feel his cold aura stalk behind him.

Odin stood at his desk, flipping through pages in his book, noticing their presence once they stood before him.

“What took you boys so long? I thought I had to call Thor to fetch you,” Odin complains, sitting up in his wooden chair. "I called you here, ular, to assist Heimdall with a task that I've assigned him."

"What may the task be?" Ular wondered, his attention focused on the frail older man.

"I'm glad you asked; I first wanted him to go to Midgard, but that place does not have what I need. So, I thought of a great idea to send him to vanaheim, not alone, though." Odin assured, catching the attention of the two.

Ular lips turned to a slight grin. “I’m grateful that you didn’t send us to Midgard. I despise the midgardians,” he said.

"Good; I would love to keep our bond with each other since we are now a more prominent family," Odin quips back.

The blonde aesir scoffed at the 'bond' they were making, glancing between the two, bonding? Such a thing shouldn't exist when he has a son. "All-father, why may be the reason for Ular's assistance? I have no issue with going..alone," he drags the word alone; the tone is laced with jealousy.

"I need more of...a trained mind with artifacts, and Ular is quite the character to fit that task." He objected, giving the answer he so badly wanted.

Heimdall backed down, didn't try to argue back with Odin, and just accepted his horrible situation. However, something constantly challenged his patience for the handsome seaman. He was finding it annoying that he even thought Ular was handsome. Sure, the appeal is there with his noticeable, piercing gold eyes and a raven chin curtain of hair to follow suit. The details his eyes know all too well, always finding himself staring, admiring him like the saint he is.

The sound of the raven's feathers made his thoughts clear out, turning his attention back to Odin. "oh, and don't forget this." Odin reminds, reaching behind his desk to grab something. It revealed to be Heimdall's sword and belt that he had forgotten to put on this morning. The all father lightly tossed it to him and caught it with ease. Raven's feather's blocked their vision once again as they were transported to vanaheim and greeted by the green atmosphere.

Beside Ular, he could hear a slight groan of annoyance from the blonde aesir. Taking the lead in their journey for the relics.

"What have you so frustrated, mtu mdogo?"

"Let's just get this done…quickly as possible." Heimdall quips.

He knows this will go as quickly, the way he wants it to....

a/n: I hope you enjoyed this new chapter as mush as i did writing it, its getting a little drama in here.

#heimdall gow #heimdall x reader #hes so hot #heimdall god of war #heimdall #heimdall x male oc #heimdall x oc #writing #drama #soft gore

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Bracket G Round 1 Matchup 4

May the most fuck worthy monster win!

#monsterfucker showdown #polls #venom possessed thor #avengers assemble #frankensteins creature #mary shelley

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WIP TITLE GAME

RULES: Reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

i have a whooping 238 WIPS in my WIP folder SO I am co-opting this wip game to make my own!!

send me a title and i'll send you an excerpt from the WIP (or, if there's nothing written, i'll explain what the WIP idea is!)!

Criminal Minds:

Hotch insulting Reid to the unsub - praise and comfort and flirty existing back and forth

Hotch/Reid

Hotch/Reid gun range

hotch/reid hospital au

Morgan/Reid - S2 E4

Crossovers/Miscellaneous Fandoms

bucky/stiles

TW x Glee

venom/eddie/peter

X-Men / MCU

DC Extended Universe

Superbat

Encanto

antonio/parce

5 times Antonio helps Bruno +1 time Bruno helps Antonio

5 times Antonio crawls into bed with Camilo +1 time Camilo crawls into bed with Antonio

Antonio/Camilo

5 accidental dates +1 purposeful proposal / 5 times Mariano took Camilo on a date without realizing it +1 time he took Camilo on a date with Dolores on purpose

Mariano/Dolores/Camilo

Fate: The Winx Saga

5 times Riven gives Dane a first +1 time Dane gave Riven a first

Riven/Dane/Beatrix

Glee

Glee fic list

Kurt/Chandler

kurt/kenny

will/kurt

hummelcest pt 3

puckurtcest pt 2

with puck pt 2

sam not backing down

sam/kurt

kurt picking up dave's call

Kurtofsky - long fic coming out

Kurtofsky - after prom season 2

Ep 5:

Pukcurt

Puckurt - visiting during juvie

Kingsman (Movies)

Dad Eggsy

Eggsy/Roxy/Merlin

eggsy/trans roxy

emerging from the night and heart of me

Kingsman

protective eggsy

tattoo au

Touched starved merlin

Marvel Cinematic Universe

5 times Happy patched up Peter and 1 time Peter patches up Happy

confrontation fic - venom

Jarvis/Tony

MindSpider - confrontation fic

Peter Harley James

stony dick pic

Twitter fic

Bruce Banner/Peter Parker Dom/Sub

DRAFT (hold me) steady

DRAFT to love and be loved by you

FINAL (hold me) steady

FINAL to love and be loved by you

GammaSpider continuation Hulk crush

hulk fic edits

Ned/Peter 2

Rhodey/Tony

keenker kinktober 12

drabble prompts spideypool confrontation fic

spideypool asexual gift for frosted goddess

Spideypool Big Bang

Spideypool prompt

Starker Big Bang

starker field trip fic

Starker Mob AU

I Built my Home, Inside Of You

Thorki

Thor/Peter

Bucky/Peter sex worker fic

Physiotherapy (I'll Be Your Baby)

WINTERspider - confrontation

winterspider date fluff

winterspider smut

Ragnarok (TV 2020)

Laurits finds Magne after the show

Loki Laurits

primal Laurits

Ragnarok s2e1

S2E3 - key kiss

S2E5

Teen Wolf

Alpha Twins/Stiles

merwin bday fic - stiles/alpha pack?

peter/jackson

Sheriff Stilinski Gets Some Good Lovin'

stiles in make up

Untitled Document

love confession??

part 3

Together, We Belong

Writing - Together, We Belong

chris/derek dom/sub

Deter -

deter marriage proposal

stiles/sam prompt sam saving stiles

Dressing porn

JR/Tyler

RPF

season 2 stackson

June 19 - Smut

June 20: Relationship Reveal

June 23: Free Day

Stalion magic alpha pack

Stallison

Beacn stanny

camboy stiles - stanny

gift for merwin

Gone and Past

Sr stalion And stennis

Stennis

Stennis sex

Feral Derek

Kate takes video of essentially rape

A Rut(acular) Tale

bmtmm

breathing you in sequel

continuation to fox!stiles

fox stiles installment

hale family

hornet au

Sr. Steter

seter courting??

steter for harry—alpha rut

steter kidfic

familiar steterek

Set up on date

steterek

Steterek kisses

steterek sad derek

young steterek

Soft steter->stetopher

stetopher series fight

tattoos

You Fill My Heart (With Such a Gentle Love)

alpha stiles omega john

Co-Write Thiny-Y

De-aged Sheriff

drunk dick pic stilinksicest

Impregnation kink

john jacking stiles off when he can't use his hands

John/Jordan/Stiles

Possessive fox sheriff claims his son

stilinskicest abusive claudia

Stilinskicest tattoo

Teen wolf gift for Levi

Twincest only fans

The House in the Cerulean Sea

Linus/Arthur

Phee/David

5 courting gifts Lucy gives Sal +1 (hopeful) courting gift Sal gives Lucy

chase

Salucy college au

the (delectable) devil

Weird City

smexy massage

X-Men

Charles angst childhood telepathy

Charles waking up in Jakob's arms

dadneto saves the day

Emma Frost/Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier

Erik/Shaw

jakob/charles series

kurt/hank

Lonkma

Mutant High Verse

Phoenix Peter

quogan

Rare's En/Charles

Rare's Xavierine

Alemando age play

5 times Jas and Jimmy tried to seduce Piotr +1 time they didn't have to

jammy

kitney making out

Lonk first time

Lonk pt 2 "I have never felt so content with unexpected discoveries"

Lonk pt 2 PLANNING

Azazel/Janos snowball fight

azjanos

bobby/john discovering cherik

cain developing his mutation

Cain Marko/Charles Xavier AU

chain + body worship

Chain sharing a bed

cherigan fic

bab smut

charles mom sucks

Cherik Dating App

Co-Write Cherik AU

Dance Dads AU

Erik goes back in time cause Charles is dead but overshoots

post dofp smut

they slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered

unbendable

bamg emma kdinapped angel

Emmangel Christmas

for even if she flees, soon she shall pursue

you cast diamonds across the waters of my innocence

magnet smut

Mags Family

Nina

Peter/Wendy POV

Hank and Alex bond during lab time

logan/emma

Lonk

Lonk awkwardly flirting for jasp

Lonk for lib

lonk kids action

lonk patching up

first meeting

5 times Kurt makes Peter bust a nut in his pants and 1 time Peter busts a nut in his pants on his own

Night silver

peter putting himself down

Angry Erik

QUICKNETO

quickneto identity reveal

original timeline grief fuck

scogan first meeting

scogan peach

Incest continuation

Summerscest ANGST

war photo masturbation

xavierine fic

Young Justice

Dick and Wally team up to seduce Conner

awuabird

S1E16 - aquabird

S1E18 - aquabird

birdflash

S1E16 - crack spitfire and aqua bird

S1E17 0 spitfire

S1e20 spitfire

SpitFire - S1E14 short

5 times superboy watches tv alone and one time dock watches tv with him

drabble prompts superbird

S1E17 - superbird

SuperBird - S1E16 superbird

superbird continutation TO WORK ON

Superbird s1e5

superboy asking out dick

Unsorted

A Guest Star

Anniversary fic

aquabird

chp 2. You Are so Much Better Than I Ever Knew Before

co-parent stanny post season 2

Gar/Connor

glee ideas

kuniff day 1

Kuniff day 2

kurtosfky pt 2

poly cule

poly fic act 1

poly fic act 2

poly fic act 3

PROMPTS:

Puckurt Sarah fic

stanny post season 2

sterek post season 2

twin fic sequel

Untitled Document

winter/peter

open tag to anyone who read them all haha

#teen wolf #marvel #mcu #glee #young justice #yj #x-men #xmen #x men #kingsman

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