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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
<<HC>>
DD: "It must be amazing, moving fast around the city like that, swinging on webs. She's lucky to have you."
SM: "...Yeah..."
DD: "Huh?"
SM: "Sometimes, Mister Devil, I was just a bit too late, and..."
*In front of Josie's*
SM: "No..."
SM: "Miss Page?! What...oh god..."
⋈ QUEEN OF LIMBO ⋈ ⋈ SOVEREIGN OF OTHERPLACE ⋈ ⋈ DARKCHILD ⋈ ⋈ MAGIK ⋈
ET SU LIMBO OMNIPOTENCE
Summer Road trip
AO3 fic cover (WIP)
At a family meeting, somewhere in the future...
MY fanfic : at AO3
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 ]
My poor attempt at capturing the glorious QUEEN herself
Ladies and Gents, Emma Frost
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.
