You may have noticed that the books you really love are bound together by a secret thread. You know very well what is the common quality that makes you love them, though you cannot put it into words: but most of your friends do not see it at all, and often wonder why, liking this, you should also like that. Again, you have stood before some landscape, which seems to embody what you have been looking for all your life; and then turned to the friend at your side who appears to be seeing what you saw - but at the first words a gulf yawns between you, and you realise that this landscape means something totally different to him, that he is pursuing an alien vision and cares nothing for the ineffable suggestion by which you are transported. Even in your hobbies, has there not always been some secret attraction which the others are curiously ignorant of - something, not to be identified with, but always on the verge of breaking through, the smell of cut wood in the workshop or the clapclap of water against the boat’s side? Are not all lifelong friendships born at the moment when at last you meet another human being who has some inkling (but faint and uncertain even in the best) of that something which you were born desiring, and which, beneath the flux of other desires and in all the momentary silences between the louder passions, night and day, year by year, from childhood to old age, you are looking for, watching for, listening for? You have never had it. All the things that have ever deeply possessed your soul have been but hints of it - tantalising glimpses, promises never quite fulfilled, echoes that died away just as they caught your ear. But if it should really become manifest - if there ever came an echo that did not die away but swelled into the sound itself you would know it. Beyond all possibility of doubt you would say “Here at last is the thing I was made for.” We cannot tell each other about it. It is the secret signature of each soul, the incommunicable and unappeasable want, the thing we desired before we met our wives or made our friends or chose our work, and which we shall still desire on our deathbeds, when the mind no longer knows wife or friend or work. While we are, this is. If we lose this, we lose all.
—  C.S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain

anonymous asked:

Aliens seeing their human friend staring at this box and paper like thing only to explain it's a "book"

But what if the alien had no vision? They just sense thier crew mate staring at this dead tree for houuurs, only find out its a story? Like, id love to see blind aliens react to all the stuff here that requires vision. Like not just they went blind, they have no concept of sight? I think that’d be a pretty cool interaction!

The Last Whisper

Lena was kidnapped by an alien too strong that even Supergirl can’t defeat him.
Kara with the rest of the DEO, manage to locate Lena and attack the alien with everything. Kara realizes that Lena is hurt and try to help her, but the alien attacks her before.

It’s a fight to the death, and Lena can barely see cause of  the pain she feels .. but something is certain, Supergirl can not beat this Alien …
At one point, they feel the wind crash and someone lands next to Supergirl: Superman.

With a glance he tells her to go see Lena and he take care of the alien. Supergirl runs to see Lena, who can barely move. She takes her in her arms “Don’t worry.. I’ll get you out of here” … But they feel a rumble behind them and Superman falls … The Alien approaches them both and Supergirl leaves Lena so that she is getting attacked. The Alien hits Supergirl a thousand times, leaving her almost unconscious .. until in a moment, no one knows how, the alien takes out a piece of kryptonite.

Lena sees everything, as if it were in slow motion .. See Supergirl lying on the ground, knowing that this is her end .. She can’t stay like this, she can’t see the love of her life die like this …
Kara with watery eyes sees death approaching her, think of all the people she loves, what was the last thing she said to each one of them. Lena. It’s the only thing that stays in her mind when she see the Alien approaching. She feels weak in every step he takes. With one last sigh, she closes his eyes, waiting for the inevitable. But what she feels is a heartbreaking cry. Lena is standing in front of her, with the kryptonite crossing her stomach.

Kara can’t believe it, a million emotions begin to spread inside her, sadness, anger, impotence … And hate. Kara feels hate. Lena falls on her arms. The alien prepares to attack her again, but Kara no longer has control over herself. With all the hate she had never felt, she attacks the Alien with her heat vision. Such is the magnitude of the rays, that for the first time in her life Kara kill someone …
Lena lies on the frozen pavement, when she feels something warm taking her hand and grabbing her to take her up her legs. Supergirl.

“Why did you do that? Why? … ” Kara says, crying … Alex comes running to her side, inspecting the wound, but her look says it all. There is no salvation.
Lena, with the last force that remains in her body, with one hand takes the face of Supergirl “Who would have thought …. A Luthor and a Super …. Working together ”… Kara takes her hand and kisses her, without ceasing to cry, kisses her forehead and whisper “don’t leave me, please don’t leave me"… Lena can’t take it anymore. She knows this is the last time she sees those blue eyes. She knows she can’t say goodbye like this.
At her last breath, she say something that only Supergirl can hear.
“I love you, Kara.”
Silence floods the place. The heart of a Super, has died.

Oh Baby!  Raven's a Baby!

Mumbo let out another another annoying cackle as he leapt from rooftop to rooftop while his enemies the, Teen Titans, give chase. Robin, Cyborg, and Drake Daniels followed on foot, while Starfire, Raven and Beast Boy, in the form of a hawk, followed from the sky. They had been chasing the washed up magician for the last three blocks and already they had dealt with dancing gloves, razor sharp playing cards, and being tangled in silk scarves, now they just wanted it to be over. None more then the Dragon Knight, Drake Daniels.

“I will let this guy get away with all the money he stole for him to never utter another magic related pun for the rest of his life.” he grumbled.

“That’s not how this works.” the familiar monotone of the half-demon reminded him. Drake rolled his eyes leaping onto another rooftop. With a twang, Robin shot his grappling hook at the escaping villains feet. As he had hoped, the shot tripped the villain up, but a good magician always has a few tricks left up his sleeve. He spun around as he fell so that he was on his back and removed a wand from his sleeve. He took aim at the Boy Wonder and uttered his magical phrase.

“MUMBO JUMBO!” A stream of white light shot from his wand heading right for the chest of the team leader. Robin, who was always thankful for his training with the Batman, nimbly leapt out of the way just seconds before the light hit him in the chest. The same however couldn’t be said for those behind him as the light was now coming straight for Hawk Beast Boy.

Without thinking, Raven dove for the changeling and pushed the green hawk out of the line of fire only to be hit directly by the light herself.

Beast Boy fell to the ground in his human form and got to his feet. “RAVEN!” The sorceress was engulfed in light and was falling down into the allyway below.

“I got ‘er!” Shouted Drake. He leapt into the air and caught the girl, but the magic that was now enveloping her began to wash over him now sending them both hurtling to the ground below. Beast Boy got to his feet and sprinted to the roofs edge to look for his friends.

“Beast Boy! Mumbo’s getting away!” Robin yelled back to the changeling.

“I’m not leaving withou-” Beast Boy made it to the edge and looking over, he saw his friends wrapped around a white light.

“We’re alright Beast Boy keep going!” Drake shouted from below. Beast Boy hesitantly turned back around and ran off with the rest of his team after the magician.


After another ten mintues of the chase, they lost Mumbo. Each of the four remaining Titans took different corners of the roof they landed on looking around for the villain while trying to catch their breath.

“Beast Boy can you see him?” Robin asked.

Even with the eyes of an Eagle we wasn’t able to see Mumbo. He shook his head along with Starfire, whose alien vision wasn’t able to find him either. A quick scan from Cyborg’s equipment also revealed no evidence of the blue faced magician.

“Damn it!” Robin shouted pounding his fists together.

“Hey where’s Raven and Drake?” Cyborg asked. He and Starfire looked around not realizing they were two member’s short. Beast Boy snapped to attention realizing they had left them behind.

Robin took out his communicater dialing Raven. “Robin to Raven, where are you?” There was silence on the other side for a moment. Then the audio came on, but not the video feed.

“Robin?” it was a deeper voice but one they at least knew.

“Drake? Are you in Dragon form?” Robin asked, the rest of his team was over his shoulder listening to the conversation.

“Yeah, I’m headed back to the tower. I’ve got an earbud in my ear-”

“Where’s Raven?” Beast Boy asked.

“Awe, worried about your girlfriend?” Cyborg asked making kissing noises.

Beast Boy snarled at him. “She’s not my girlfriend! I’m just…concerened…”

“Yes I to am worried for friend Raven.” Starfire whimpered.

“Raven is fine,” DragonDrake said over the comm, “…I think…”

“You think?!” the team shouted in unison.

“What happened?!” Robin asked, panic clear in his voice.

“Uh…this you’ll just have to see to believe. I’ll see ya at the tower.” The communication cut leaving the Titans concerned, and confused. Starfire grabbed Robin while Beast Boy changed into a Pteronadon and grabbed Cyborg in his talons. They flew off towards the tower, fear heavy in their chests.

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ok first: this realization fucked me up a year or so ago

everything we are taught about light and color, from art classes and physics classes, computing, whatever, is mostly bullshit. Its all based entirely on how the human eye functions.

primary colors? arbitrary. based entirely on human vision (which is why partially why primary colors differ in paint and RGB) Thats the main thing.

so the divisions of color into wavelength are so uneven (correct me if i’m wrong, but green is disproportionately large) (on that note, humans are better at distinguishing shades of green than of other colors) because its based on how we see things and no real mathematical or physical differences in the light.

other organisms with different eye structures have completely different colors and light. Our eyes have three types of cells to process color (corresponding to Red Green and Blue) butterflies have five types. What the fuck are they seeing? If we could ever know, how could we process that image into something we can sense? 

humans made the world to conform to them (RGB screens deliberately use the eyes RGB structure to make a coherent image) and its weird to realize the ways in which we are limited by our senses, especially since sight is probably out main sense.

in that vein, any alien coming to earth would be highly unlikely to be able to use our technology because its surprisingly specific to our eye structure. 

 they’d have to have fairly good vision to start with, so if they survive mainly on smell or sound on their home planet, earth tech’s not for them (which reveals so flaws in out world in helping disabled people)

their eyes would need to have RGB cells, at least two of those? or something similar enough that its not a big deal. because for some fucking reason our eyes signal red+green as yellow. also, will alien vision even be in out visible range? what if they only see IR or UV light what then

itd be like, “good evening victoria, what is that device in your hand? technology from earth?”

“yeah, i’m just reading something on my phone,” and seeing the screen its a horrible mess of colored dots that burns into your retinas and nothing like human writing on paper. 

we’d need to abandon RGB all together and use the lights that genuinely change wavelength. 

Ms. Powers- Part 15

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10

Part 11  Part 12  Part 13    Part 14

AN: Details are skewed from AoU to fit story…..Sorry!!

After some tries at countering Ultron failed you ended up landing a Quinjet on a familiar farm in the middle nowhere. Clint lead the way. “I’m home,” he called as you entered the house.

Tony muttered something about a house full of agents. “Dad,” little voices called out. “Tiny agents,” Tony questioned the room. “Aunt Natasha!” Lila, Clint and Lara’s daughter ran and hugged her. You stepped out from behind Steve and Thor, who easily hid you from the kids.

“Aunt Natasha the favorite now?” The kids heads snapped around and screamed “Aunt Y/N” as they saw you. “You kids have gotten so big!” You walked over to Lara and put a hand on her growing stomach, “and so have you little one.”

“How is little Natasha doing,” Nat asked stepping to your side.

“Actually…it’s little Nathaniel.” Nat frowned and muttered traitor to Lara’s baby bump.


After a quick argument with Tony and a couple cut up trees later Steve sat rocking in a chair on the porch with Bruce. They watched as you and Nat played around with the kids. Nat was making a flower crown for Lila and you were levitating rocks around for Cooper. “You ever thought of kids,” Bruce asked Steve. “It’s just…the way you’re looking out at Y/N with the kids. I don’t know…it looks very…Dad like. It’s something I could see you having in your life.”

“Family never seemed like something I could have after my folks passed. I was some scrawny little kid; nothing to attract any girls to. When I got the serum I thought, maybe, after the war I could find someone to settle down with. It’s all so crazy now but…maybe…maybe after all of this I’ve found someone I could settle down with,” he turned back to look at you in the field. You sat with both kids on your lap telling them a story that made them laugh. “What are you boys talking about,” Nat smiled as she approached Bruce.

“Boy talk,” Steve smiled as he used the excuse he got all too often from Nat against her.


“Can I ask you a question,” Steve asked as you stepped into the room with wet hair and your baggy pajamas on.

“Does that count as one,” you made him laugh with the witty reply.

“Just in general…have you ever thought of starting a family?” You sat down on the bed and, with wide eyes, looked down at the bed. “Not that I’m asking you to start one with me. It’s just-”

“No,” you cut him off, “ I get what you mean. Growing up I knew I wanted a big family, you know, since I was the only child. After I developed my powers I thought I could just conceal them and meet someone…act normal. But, after years and years went by and no one significant came in my life I gave up on that hope.”

“Why’d you give up?” By now he was sitting next to you.

“Because you lose what you don’t use,” you tried to make light of the situation. “After the 118th year of being celibate God figured I didn’t need my monthly gift- if you know what I mean. And that was the end of it.”

“So, you can’t have kids?”

You nodded your head slowly.

“Are you still a…a…” You nodded.

“Saving myself, still, after all these years for the right one. It’s for the best. It’s easier for me since I don’t have to worry about that. I could always foster or adopt, but, it’s not like a have time for a family right now. This life is too dangerous right now for me to have any kind of kid.”

“I’m sorry I asked. It’s just,I saw you playing with the kids today. It looked like you were made for it.”

“One day, once all this crazy has cooled down, I’d really like to settle down. Get a big lot of land, a hand full of dogs and a hand full of kids,” you smiled at the thought.

“That sounds nice,” Steve agreed. “Come on. Let’s get to bed,” he got up and pulled back the covers for you. You two laid down and you curled up to him laying your head on his chest. “Goodnight,” he kissed your forehead.


You woke up and got some info on Ultron. With all the vibranium that he had taken and the crumbling state of his body you figured he’d be using it to make a better, stronger, body. “Where would he find the technology to do that?”

“Dr. Cho,” Bruce answered Steve’s question. You wasted no time and got on the jet and set out for Japan.

When you got there half of your went to Dr. Cho’s building while the other half staked out the streets. Steve radioed you and Barton in the jet telling you the fight was going to the streets and that we should be on the lookout for the truck carrying Ultron’s body.

A train was derailed and, from the sounds of commands coming from Steve’s mouth and the flash of blue light that you saw on the streets from above, you guessed that the twins were now on your side.

You and Clint, like masters at a claw machine, navigated the truck and lifted Ultron’s body out of his grasp. “Do you have Nat,” Clint was screaming through the com. “I’m not leaving without Nat.”

“Clint,” you placed a hand gently on his shoulder. “We’ll get her back. But, right now, if we don’t get this body away she could be in even bigger trouble.” Reluctantly you took over full control and flew the jet away from the site.

You were back in Tony’s lab with him and Bruce looking at the metalloid/human body in front of you. “You’ll run full diagnostics? See what he had in store to make this body tick?”

“When did you become an expert on metalloid tissue composition for robots,” Tony asked.

“Last night,” on that note you walked out of the lab. You were on your way to meet up with Steve, who was with Pietro and Wanda, when you walked by Barton who was sprawled out all over a table with gadgets. “What are you doing?”

“Nat knows how to get in touch if she can. I’m building a system that she can reach me through. She’ll do the same thing and get on this frequency if she can.”

“Keep me posted, ok?” With a sad nod from him you walked off to meet Steve and the twins. “Sorry it took me so long.” You reached your hand out to Wanda first.

“Not a problem. This is Director General Y/N Whitmore,” Steve told Pietro and Wanda.

“Please,” you extended a hand to Wanda first, “call me Y/N.”

“You’re that Ms. Powers girl that all the TV people are talking about,” Pietro said shaking your hand. After the incident with the S.H.I.E.L.D building in D.C, where you had been caught on camera with Natasha and the other members of the team during the aftermath, everyone- news outlets and entertainment networks- were all speculating who you were. Especially after they saw you disappear in a blur when you ran to the hospital Steve was put in. After some unnamed sources commented to the papers and it was established that you, although unknown to the people, had a genetic mutation that allowed you to have more abilities than people could count. Even though a year had passed since the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D you were still a mysterious figure that drew attention from the people every time you were seen in field with the Avengers.

“Yes. That would be me.”

“Is what they say all true?

“Most of it. I did not live before the Greek Empire though, that is not true,” you laughed, “I’m not that old.”

You and Steve asked them about their time with Hydra and what was done to them to give them their powers. After that you four just sat and talked getting to know each other. “Why don’t we all get to bed,” Steve recommended. “We don’t know what’s in store for us in the next couple of days. It’s better that we be rested.”

“I’ll show you guys to your rooms,” you offered. “Goodnight,” you turned to Steve once you were outside the room and gave him a quick kiss. He walked away, going to bed, and you turned back to the twins.

“You and Captain,” Pietro questioned.

You nodded. “A year and 3 months,” you began leading them through the hallways to their rooms. “We put you in rooms right next to each other,” you said pointing to them once you got to them.

“Why are you being so nice to us? Most of the team thinkings badly of us and acts cold. But, you haven’t thought a single bad thing since you met us in the room,” Wanda asked.

“I have no right to judge you. You thought you were doing what was right based on what you knew and once you saw the truth you knew what was right. You’re not, by any means, bad people. Why should I treat you like you are,” you wished them goodnight and turned to leave. “Oh, and Wanda,” she turned and looked at you. “If you ever want help controlling your power,” you said telepathically, “I’d be more than happy to try and help.”

You walked back to your room, looked at the 4 am written on your clock, and slumped on your bed letting sleep take you.

You awoke when you heard screaming coming from the living room. You bolted to the area and was surprised to see a red man, with a bright yellow gem on his head, floating near the window. “Who are you,” you asked and turned to Thor- the only other person in the room then. He looked ready to fight and that was enough for you. You slowly rose up getting up on his level. “I mean you no harm,” the man said once the team had gathered.

“What’s going on here,” you looked straight to Tony.

“Wasn’t me this time….Completely me at least,” he admitted and looked at Thor.

After all that was settled with this man, alien, thing called Vision you walked over to Steve. “How was your nice nap,” he sounded sarcastic.

It looked like it was still dark so you assumed an hour or so had passed. “What time is it?”

He laughed. “6 pm. You slept a good 14 hours.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever slept that long. Why didn’t someone wake me?”

“You were tired and we were only running things for the case. Nothing new to share.”

“I guess I’ll get dressed for the day…or night, I should say.”

“I’ll make you something to eat.”

You went and got some yoga pants and a sweatshirt on and went to the kitchen. “Grilled cheese; Roger’s style,” he put a plate in front of you.

“This looks delicious,” you smiled, “thanks Fella.” You had a chunk left when Clint rushed into the room, “I found Nat.

bibliophelia94  asked:

Is Chibnall still a better choice than Whithouse?

Yeah. With Chibnall we at least don’t know what we’re going to get. And Chibnall has better populist cred than Whithouse, which the show could probably use off of Moffat’s more insular and at times deliberately alienating vision.

Overthinking Meta: Alien Vision

Okay, so I think the odds are pretty high that there’s some pretty drastic differences in vision between different races, and have spent way too much time pondering the biology behind some of the odd eye structure implied.

First off, with the Altaeans, there’s that thing with what looks like a regular black pupil, then the funny glowing-looking slit-pupil inside that.  On rewatch with close-ups on Allura, the size/shape of that inner pupil actually changes appropriately in different light levels (Larger/rounder in low or dim light, thinner in brightly lit areas), while what looks like the regular dark “pupil” doesn’t really seem to move.  

So basically that dark part is stationary, the iris area probably serves a different purpose or is some kind of evolutionary leftover, and the actual area that’s taking in light and showing receptors is that inner part.  Now with terrestrial animals the funny shiny colors in the eye in dark spaces is a coating that lines the back of the eye and reflects light to improve vision in the dark, but the Altaeans have that sort of shimmer effect all the time, even in brightly lit environments where the reflection wouldn’t be visible, which means whatever is coating the back of the eye or covering the lens is something Different.  

The fact that they do use a lot of clearly intentionally chosen color means they can definitely see the visual color spectrum we’re used to, but I’d be willing to bet that whatever causes that funny pinkish-purple shimmer means there’s some other receptors or internal structure, and God Only Knows What it works for; better low-light vision is a likely side effect (and that pupil shape - the one that actually alters - IS a structural adaptation for dealing with drastic changes in light levels and adjusting quickly), but it’s entirely likely they have a range of color vision that’s way wider than humans, or ability to visually process things that we wouldn’t think of as working that way.

There are probably things in the Altaean clothing and around that ship that none of the humans are even aware are there, and considering how flowers tend to adapt using ultraviolet coloration to add to their ability to attract pollinators etc., odds are good that the Juniberries Allura’s so fond of probably have markings beyond being monocolor red.  

Galra are another bizarre one since there are no visible pupils or other structures and yes I know I’m probably overthinking something that’s partly aesthetics, but.  There’s a thing that humans only have vestigial remains of that some other mammals have, and birds have and use the Hell out of called a nictating membrane; it’s basically a translucent extra eyelid that covers the eye for protection against dust, particles, and other things that could damage the delicate thing used to see with, and if you look at pictures of a bird with the nictating membrane closed, everything’s kind of milky and faded.  

So my guess is that the “featureless eyes” effect is basically some kind of permanent membrane over the eye, instead of an internal eyelid.  If we also go with the theory that the world the Black Lion showed Shiro might have been their homeworld, that kind of looks like probably a pretty harsh environment and one with a larger risk of ambient Small Damaging Things; it’d be a good adaptation.  There probably are structures for controlling intake of light and all (iris, pupil, etc.) under it, they’re just hidden by an external membrane.  

There’s also the fact that everything we’ve seen that Galra built for themselves is REALLY dimly lit by human standards, and I’d lay good money that they’re either nocturnal or that they had to deal with unpredictable and often low light levels on their homeworld for that - making what seems dim and dark to humans “a comfortable light level” for them.  They’re obviously not hindered by bright light, or Haxus and Sendak wouldn’t have taken so easily to Arus in broad daylight, which might be another function of an external membrane that would make it hard to see features through - an extra filter to adjust to drastic changes in light levels or bright light without damaging the ability to see.  

And one thing that’s common in creatures adapted to be nocturnal and deal with lower light levels iiisss…… more ability to see one end of the light spectrum than humans and different receptors.  The usual go-to people think of are dogs and the partial colorblindness thing, where the receptors are weighted away from some kinds of visual-spectrum light and focused on colors that show up well in the dark, but there’s actually a pretty weird range of evolutionary chains leading to night-adapted vision.  In particular, there’s some aquatic life that sees all of the visual spectrum plus a large chunk, and nocturnal lizards that adapted to maintain full “visual spectrum” ability to see color but wedged in receptors for more of the ultraviolet spectrum.  

And the Galra definitely don’t have any problem with identifying the lions by color, which means they can probably see the color range visible to humans just fine, which puts it more towards being similar to either some of the aquatic life, or the lizards.  The evolutionary history on the geckoes is interesting b/c they’re an offshoot of a diurnal species that adapted to being nocturnal, and maintained a lot of diurnal-activity visual traits as a result, which raises questions about changes in their native environment or changes in their patterns somewhere way back in their history.  (I have an entirely different meta rant about Galra for being just plain damn weird as a species but that’s for another post.)  

So the end result is, that both species that were the major dominant populations working on the Lions and the Castle probably see a lot of colors that the humans just…don’t, with Altaeans probably having the wider/crazier visual range thanks to whatever the HELL that internal lining or structure is.  

For all we know, there’s actually directory markings on the walls and signs/labels on things everywhere like you’d see around current institutions or military bases that expect to have a lot of traffic and visitors, on both the Castle and the various Galra ships and installations we’ve seen, it’s just not in any color the Paladins can see, because it’s in colors that are easier for Galra/Altaeans to see IN THE DARK, when human-visible colors wash out and get harder to make sense of.

(Outtakes I would love to see:  “Oh just follow the signs.”  *Paladins stare at Allura/Coran*  “…The signs right here?”  *Stare at wall, stare at Allura/Coran, and someone finally pipes up “there’s nothing there”*.  Or Hunk/Pidge helping with repairs and using what they thought was some kind of clearcoat only to have Coran wail about one of the walls being haphazardly painted something weird, or finding out Coran has tattoos from his younger days that just aren’t visible to any of them.)

(And Keith possibly pretending not to notice anything like that because of remembering the occasional childhood arguments with teachers/etc. over what color flowers were and things like that and having made a lifelong habit of “If nobody else seems to see it just pretend there’s nothing there”.)  

honestly i’m always impressed by how easily the cw dc characters are so good at protecting their super friends’ alter egos if i was in a fight alongside them i’d be like

“wow oliver hope you brought a full quiver of arrows shit’s getting real oh btw love the green hood”
“kara, heat vision! girl use your super alien heat vision!!”“
"wallace west, flash your speedy ass away from the fangirls there’s a battle going on here”

Vision’s lips are soft. They have give. They feel warm, though they part without breath, and a thrill runs through Wanda. Vision tastes like hot possibility. He tastes like curiosity. He tastes like a spark. And Wanda is used to kissing superheroes, but kissing Vision is something new.

“You are remarkable,” Vision tells her, and Wanda’s eyes crinkle when she smiles. She traces her fingertips down his finely carved cheekbones, and a trail of red sparks trickle in their wake. She looks into his eyes, unknowably brilliant, startlingly kind, and feels air catch in her throat.

“So are you.”

When their lips meet again there’s the new urgency that comes with surety. Wanda crushes herself against Vision, and his chest feels harder than any man’s. She winds her arms around his neck and her palm loosely clasps the nape. It’s smooth and cool where Wanda is used to short tufting strands.  It’s alien, a reminder that Vision is something else. That Vision is something more. He arches against her, and Wanda can feel him, hard and hot between his legs. And physically, inexplicably, he wants her, despite his anomalous existence and form. His mouth moves against hers and his body hums with excitement, and Wanda feels herself shuddering, yearning to consume.

Wanda wants to devour Vision, to slake this burning thirst. Wanda wants to eat the world, and Vision’s kiss is the first morsel, the sweetest bite.  

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