She Fantastin’ On My Five Til I Cyclops.

Tracing model; Karl Urban

LOGAN WITH A CIGAR

Gambit in my stories lost one of his eyes to his mother because it resembled a gemstone which she sold it and took the money before leaving him to die in the Bayou

Soul-s-Sword

With a desperate swing, Magik brought down the armament that she had forged through nightmares and endless pain, the cracked and damaged plane of the Soulsword whistling its demonic screeches along the path of the blade.

It contacted the being but Illyana felt a sharp, deafening pain shooting through her whole being, body and soul, as the energy blade shattered into millions of shards exploding with its potent Limbo energy that sounded a thunderous boom through the battlefield.

She sees the world in slow motion as she was being blasted away from the monster;

Her brother, tall and solid in his Steelform, rushed in with a primal roar.

Storm cried thunderously as a bolt of lightning flashed down from the heavens onto the indestructible evil.

A beam of crimson bathed the scene in its reddish glow.

Iceman summoned a snowstorm.

And then her scenery changed for a blink of an eye to a landscape almost identical to the waste of Limbo she'd grown accustomed to in her childhood, her nose filled with intense sulfuric fumes. it changed again, and the sight before her gripped its icy claws around her heart.

Kitty, battered and bleeding, crying because of her.

She hates it.

Hating the fact that out of all people, she's the one who made her cry.

In her attempt to word a simple chide, she felt her lips dried and cracked.

Her hand that was reaching towards the lovely brunette shrunken and wasting away at a raid rate.

In her numb sensation, she felt a searing hot tear dropped onto her cheek, and felt her dying body gathered into the petite woman, held tight like she is the most precious thing.

Regrets filling her dying heart, of the word she'd never dared to say.

Her, the Queen of Limbo, Soveriegn of Otherplace, Sorceress Supreme of the Pandemonium, was too afraid to say a simple confession to a girl who can phase through solid matter like a ghost.

I love you...

She felt Kitty's forehead pressed against hers as the brunette's arms tightening even further, almost crushing the last breath out of her lungs.

Then, like two dying star colliding into one another, conglemorating their existences with each other, a surge of pure power rushed through her body and her right hand gripping a handle with instinctive response.

The Soulsword, forged anew, binding two souls intertwined, coiling them into a searing-hot beam of energy shotting out of Illyana's fist, splitting the dark clouds and allowing the Sun to shine it's light onto them as if giving a new life to the world of darkness.

Magik, resurrected, wielding the sword made of entangled souls, announced her return and triumphant with a powerful roar before a stepping-disc would materialized her and the Souls-Sword to the monster's behind.

And Illyana Rasputin swung down with a newfound might, ending the nightmare.

CANON EVENT

"It has to happen..."

“You don’t have to keep an eye on me, you know? I’m not a toddler.” “Yeah, but you can be a naughty kitten sometimes.” Peter retorted, hanging upside down from the ceiling of the City Hall, watching her casually return the map to its drawer “For example, when I asked you to bring a map with you, I didn’t mean the antique one inside the City Hall.” “The tourists’ one will do the job, sure,” Felicia shrugged her shoulders and leaped into his waiting arms, climbing around his body and clinging to his back by his sticky body and her arms around his neck “But where’s the drama in doing that?” a challenging smile graced her face and her fingers lightly scratching the underside of his chin while Peter retraced his web line upward. “Does everything have to be dramatic with you?” “Someone begged me to stop stealing,” Felicia emphasized the word with her finger poking his sternum from behind “I have to find some way to entertain myself, lest I get bored.” They stay quiet for a while as security patrols by, then retrace the path they took to get inside. “Entertain yourself? What about the club? I’m sure many would love to help you with that.” That comment earned him a smack to the side of his head “Ow…” “Serves you right.” Felicia poked his cheek and pushed it hard, which was barely registered by the superhuman “I’m not talking about sex,” the thought of engaging in that with anyone still put a bad taste in her mouth “I’m fine by myself in that department, trust me. I’m talking about the thrill of doing things against the clock, the possibility of getting caught, and the satisfaction of pulling it off without a trace.” “Sounds kinky,” he commented playfully, and this time evaded her hand with Spider-Sense. “Maybe doing something else would help? Have you ever tried pottery?” he led them out of the building and started swinging towards the agreed location with the others, scouting for the fake Punisher. “Me? Sitting still molding clay? What do you think?” she made for a detachment and Peter let go of his sticky power, letting Black Cat acrobats herself forward using her hook swing, rolling in the air and perfectly caught by Spider-Man to be thrown ahead, like a dance between them. She clings to his back again after a couple of sets as he runs on walls horizontally forward, gaining speed, and then leaping off the building into a swing. “I think it’s worth a try, at least.” He continued mid-swing, gaining momentum through the parabola arch “Maybe you just need to relax a little bit; without the alcohol, and the smoking.” “What are you, my boyfriend?” a smirk tugged involuntarily at the corner of her lips. “Is that a smile I hear?” Peter prodded playfully at her and felt her arms tighten around his neck “Alright, alright!”

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

"Hey, DD! Catch these Hands!"

- Peter Benjamin Parker to Matt Murdock while fighting the Hand ninjas on some random rooftop in NYC, 2025

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

MY fanfic : at AO3