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⋈ QUEEN OF LIMBO ⋈ ⋈ SOVEREIGN OF OTHERPLACE ⋈ ⋈ DARKCHILD ⋈ ⋈ MAGIK ⋈

ET SU LIMBO OMNIPOTENCE

X-Men

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[WIP] 70%

“…What was that for?” Peter whispered to her, nuzzling his nose against Kate’s.

“Making up for lost times,” Kate replied in kind, pulling him back in again for another kiss, deeper and softer than the one before, yet still filled to the brim with unspoken emotions “…I still love you, Pete.” She said with a teary smile “I love you, and I don’t know if you will accept it or not, but I still love you.” she poured her heart out in front of him and laid it bare on the metaphysical plate as her eyes search for that lingering flame her hopeful mind desperately desired to see. “Namor’s lie almost made me choke on regrets; I don’t wanna feel like that again.” She kept going, her hands caressing his face softly and playing with the stubbles “I love you, Peter Benjamin Parker.” His full name rolled off her tongue like a full-moon honey, eliciting a dorky smile on that face she adores so much “I love you.”

Compatible Bond

Try as it might to protect Eddie and itself, Venom has undergo the greatest sacrifice to destroy the Grendel and protect its host. In the final panel, Eddie lies on the floor in pain as the symbiote spews from his mouth and on to the ground, where it dies. But not before saying: “I’m sorry, Eddie… I should have told you… I love you, Eddie.”

S A M E lol

me as a writer

“So, you guys definitely came from an alternate reality,” Peter addressed with a welcoming smile as he seated on a couch opposite the Web Warriors (they insisted) while presenting Susan’s best tea blends and some freshly baked cookies courtesy of Mister Grimm; that giant was a miracle worker when it comes to cooking. “I met some of the other Peters before, years ago. It's usually not a good sign when you meet with your alternate variants, kinda like running into a doppelganger or something; supposed to bring bad luck.” He attempted to lighten the atmosphere a little. “Relax, please; everyone here knows I’m Spider-Man, and the Future Foundation is closed for the holidays, we won’t be interrupted, I promise.” Just then, the elevator dings and reveals the rest of the occupants to the gathered Spider-Persons. “Ah, excuse me a little bit,” he got up in a jump and jogged towards the blondes walking out of the shaft accompanied by a man with salt-and-pepper hair, a stone-skinned giant, and a little toddler with strawberry-brown hair hooking her little hand to the pregnant blonde’s. “Couldn’t even wait, huh?” Peter teased the petite blonde who was glued to the pregnant woman’s side to support her in walking. “Hey, Valeria.” He greeted the toddler who beamed back at him with her missing tooth grin.

“Aw! That’s little Val!” Cindy commented as Peter; her Peter, produced a smile at seeing the alternate version of his surrogate niece.

“Dada!” the girl announced with a giddy voice, and it made the 616-Peter choke on his tea, followed along by the Ultimate and Spider-UK while Silk covered her mouth with a gasp.

Ghost-Spider widened her lenses at the call, but mostly at the petite blonde who gave her a sense of curiosity; an action that was mimicked intensely by the woman.

“But Reed and… What…How did you even have the time to…” Peter-616 whined with confusion and disbelief on his face as he gestured toward Hawkeye, Black Cat, and apparently, a pregnant Susan Storm whom his counterpart managed to have relationships with at the same time without it turning into a shit fest “Wasn’t you a Spider-Man in this reality?!”

“Oh, he is,” The sunflower-blonde answered with a scoff “Annoyingly so, but you know, he’s not the only superhero around.” She shrugged her shoulders and helped Susan purchase a seat on the single recliner nearby. She returned her attention to the red-and-blue variant of her fiancé “Ever heard of scheduling or team management?”

Peter-616 was about to protest but then when he analyzed her words carefully, he shut his mouth and settled into the couch with a slouch with Cindy firmly rubbing his upper back sympathetically.

Gwen-65 smirked under her mask, finding the fiery petite blonde amusing; especially the way that the woman expertly shut Spider-Man up effectively with a single sentence.

Peter Parker-616 = Spider-Man: Mid-Life Crisis

Peter, Logan, and Scott should be in a "Redheads Are the Trouble" club together

Logan tackled Falcon off his trajectorial path, and both tumbled into the ground while Captain America still supported Thor using his shield throws against Spider-Man. “Who the fuck are you?!” Sam cursed frustratingly as the heavy sack of muscles weighed him down on his stomach. “What the hell is happening? Why do you guys fight Webs?” The burly man demanded with a confused growl “Is he a Skrull?” he turned back to look at the fight with comprehensive glances. “Are you a Skrull, Bub?” Logan sprung his talons, barred the middle, and trapped Wilson’s neck between them, looking for confirmation. “What? No!” Sam tries to get out from under the shorter man but isn’t able to due to the heavier mass and superior joint lock techniques “Don’t get involved, man; this is an Avengers business.” “Yeah, kinda heard that one before. Care to elaborate more than the last guy who said it?” he kept the blades around the Falcon’s neck with a grunt. “Hell naw!” “Great,” Logan muttered annoyingly and knocked Wilson out with a firm elbow to the back of the neck, then he got up like a spring to charge the Captain next. The shield was thrown at him, and Logan redirected the trajectory with a well-timed downward punch that negated the force behind the World’s Most Expensive Frisby and continued on his path. Bucky cursed under his breath and averted his attention from Spider-Man and Thor, preparing for a CQB session with the Immortal man. He ducked a straight right and countered with a left hook of his Vibranium bionics. Logan takes the punch with his palms and capitalizes on the force behind it to give himself a little lift before twisting his lower body unnaturally for a sweeping kick aimed at the Captain’s neck that was blocked by a grab. Bucky grunted under the weight of the burly man’s dense skeleton and followed the flow of momentum by bending his knees a little to the side dragging Logan along before doing a spinning Scorpion Kick that landed firmly onto the mutant’s back. Utilizing his dense muscles to the fullest, Logan tanked the force of the strike by bracing his legs onto the asphaltic street to push back, then he spun lower on his heels to deliver an uppercut at the end of the cycle, connecting with the Captain’s jaw. Bucky lifted off his feet by the force of the punch and stumbled backward a little bit before he felt a meaty arm circling his neck, putting him into a chokehold. “Ya still got that opening, Bub,” Logan growled to the slowly losing consciousness Bucky with a nostalgic tinge in his words. “Better luck next time...Little Jimmy Boy.” the sudden stiffening of the Captain’s body was a telltale sign that the nickname stirred up some long-forgotten memory of the old days before the world turned black.

Cover Art #3(?)

#Logan's kids being Logan's kids

rogue and jubilee in uncanny x-men #2 by gail simone and david marquez

Holy...

just some doctor/clara: [16/∞]

Love me some Black Cat

Love her

Wade: I'm so sorry about how things didn't work between us, you know? You are one of the best--

Yelena: What in the actual fuck are you doing at my sister's grave?

Wade: WE WERE MARRIED!!

FUCKING PHENOMENAL

One of the bests out of the MCU since Phase Four along with GOG3

It hits, HARD

Thanks y'all for this fucking film

At a family meeting, somewhere in the future...

MY fanfic : at AO3

Tracing model; Karl Urban

LOGAN WITH A CIGAR

PP: What is this cocktail called? Might be my new favorite!

FH: What you need right now

PP: ...Money shot?

FH: The Blowjob

PP: *chokingly aroused*

Something...SUPERIOR

A Day Off

“How’s the dinner?” Logan asked her as they walked alongside one another on the edge of the lake, cones of ice cream in their hands. Storm got her white tank top on, showing her toned stomach, and low-waistline denim jeans, braving the summer sun casually while letting her silver hair flow freely with the caressing wind. She’s a sight to behold, everybody agrees on this, and many looked up to her as a goddess justifiably.

‘You know she fancies you, right?’

‘Yeah, sure, Furball.’ He mused with a chuckle.

“It’s my mother’s idea, actually,” Ororo relayed “She's an old friend with Queen Regent Ramonda, and both agree there’s no one else the Golden Tribe should be welcome as his consort.”

“So, it’s political?”

“Well, for the most part,” Ororo replied as they kept to the shades, enjoying the sounds of children and humans around them “T’Challa was not a bad man or anything, I've known him since we were children, but we are like siblings more than anything, and his eyes are set on someone else already,”

‘So does mine,’ Ororo muttered internally as she glanced sideways towards the long-living mutant, so manly and intimidating in visage that very few get to know the soft sides of his. He was a caring person despite his hard image of a brute; most of the girls in the Institute looked at him like their uncle and she saw many instances in which Logan also acted like their overprotective father without knowing.

[ Secret Invasion Part 2: Tangled Webs | AO3 ]

Alicent and Criston are my favorite kind of romance, it's classic tragedy;

One bound by vows and duty, betrayed all that in the face of romance

One bound by status and image, betrayed all that in the face of intimacy

Both will suffer from this, eventually

In a show full of horrible people on both sides, I'm here for the sad romance!

“They can change, they just need someone who knows that they can do it.” Peter retaliated, straightened his back, and hovered above his little sister “I will keep doing it forever if I have to, but I will not force them by fear.”

Spider-Man on the question of criminals

Excerpt, Secret Invasion Part 2

Peter's and Teresa's interaction

“Let’s talk about it then,” Peter grinned angrily under the mask “Look at you, you are alive and well, talking like you know better. What’s stopping me from just…” Peter stopped, taking a deep breath, and exhaled “…you and your dad hurt someone I cared about, Teresa, but I asked Fury to recruit both of you because I know both of you can be better. I…hope, both of you can do good things with your talents. Call me stupid, but that’s the truth.”

“…why? I don’t buy the whole Samaritan thing from you, Spidey. Why did you do it?” Teresa curiously questioned the vigilante in front of her, irritated by the lack of facial expression.

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Contexts;

- Richard Parker is Doc Ock

- Teresa Parker is Chameleon

- Teresa shot Gwen Stacy

It's too hot lately, right?