The vast majority of apologist posts that I see about Maximoff are ‘but she was orphaned and is all alone’ or ‘she had no-one to teach her right from wrong’. Or, even better ‘she deserves our pity’. Like being an orphan gives her a free pass. And yet:
Clinton Barton: Orphaned at an early age. Had no-one to teach him right from wrong yet he became a government agent and a superhero. Somehow Clint figured out all by himself that some shit is wrong.
Natasha Romanoff: Assumed to be an orphan. Is indoctrinated as an assassin/spy and yet, Natasha still knows that the ‘red in her ledger’ needs to be erased.
Anthony Stark: An orphan also. Is raised by a very dominant male to believe that weapons are a good thing but still realizes that something is wrong, is very wrong with this and spends the rest of his life atoning for it.
Yet large swathes of fandom think, and have no problem verbalizing, how Tony is evil incarnate. That he has ‘no conscious’ and Is only ‘in it for himself’. Meanwhile, Maximoff has no problem living in Tony’s home free of charge, eating his food (and, assuredly, since she has no visible means of income) letting him clothe her too, all while telling no-one that she fucked with his mind to the point of global destruction.
Okay, I recently thought of this neat idea to make a multi-collab with any ML artists.. but what for? Do you remember how in the opening they have all of the characters stacked up on one another? Here is a reference down below..
I want to recreate that but on one large page with a whole bunch of artists! ALSO VERY IMPORTANT!! I would like to mention that while discussing this with a couple of peeps we are not doing them in their civilian forms, but in their akumatized/superhero forms! (this does NOT include the new spoiler versions, only Ladybug are Chat Noir are superheros in this)
I figure that if any artists are interested in participating, PM me here on tumblr and tell me what character you want to do. If there is more than one person who wants to do a character, then the one who asks first gets the slot! Any artist can do this as long as they are fairly recent on here (still running as of the start of this year) and they message me that they want to do it along with the characters left they want to do! There is no specific date quite yet but I figure the due date will be around late may ;D
Here is the list of 25 + 3 other akuma that states which characters (in order of pic from left to right, bottom to top) are taken or still open! I will update this every so often so keep in check if you’re interested:
I tried to make this as organized as I could! As you can see there are 0 slots left!
Here are some general questions asked concerning this collab:
Do we have to use the same poses as the civilians do? Not at all, but it would definitely be preferred! If you do change it up, try to keep it simple. Please talk to me about it with some sample sketches for your idea if you do decide to do so (especially for the ones with characters together like alya/marinette and adrien/nino– see to me about it if you have these characters)
Can we do traditional art? Yes! You can do either traditional or digital!
If I am doing my piece traditional, how would I enter it in for the collab? Now I haven’t messed around with traditional art yet, but I’m pretty sure you can scan it in and place it as a transparent png. file, then send it to me! I hear Camscanner is also a pretty good scanner for that sort of thing.
What about the image type? In order for it piece to be accepted and assembled into the final pic, you must have your final piece a transparent png. file, that way it is easier to put on the canvas!
What is the due date to send it in the pieces? I haven’t settled on a certain date yet, but I’m thinking late may! I can only hope everyone gets it done earlier ^^;
Let me warn you that there may be some parts of your artwork covered up by others artwork based on the MLB opening character stack, so here is what I will say for you to do– I want you to post your piece of the collab on your blog and tag me in it so that I can provide a link to each individual piece from the full final collaboration that I am posting here. Please only watermark your artwork on your piece that you post on you blog and not the one you send me!
Thanks for checking this out and I hope you all have a wonderful day! I’m sure it will look lovely when it’s done <3 Message me if your interested and tell me what character you would like to do and feel free to ask me questions in the ask box too or through a PM! I look really forward to it!!
Quick shoutout to @the-bored-bookworm for helping me put this idea together! I seriously appreciate it!! OvO
explained, a sin-eater is someone who consumes a ritual meal to magically
take on the sins of another person, thus absolving the person and saving their
has another name for this person: Jesus Christ.
The son of God who died for our sins. The concept that superheroes are
Christ like figures is nothing new, and is certainly one I’ve written about
before. However, “The Sin- Eater” is as close as Arrow has ever come to a
literal comparison. Oliver Queen has a
history of taking others’ sins upon himself. Essentially, blaming himself for
their wrongs. As if somehow taking responsibility for them will save them.
died for our sins, if that action of selfless love is our salvation, then why
do we ever need to be held accountable for our sins? Aren’t we already
that’s just not the way it works. There is nothing we can ever do that will
stop God from loving us, but that does not prevent us from seeking His mercy.
Yes, Christ died for our sins, but we must be held accountable for those sins.
We have to seek forgiveness. We have to desire salvation in order to truly
achieve it. The door to God is always open. There’s nothing we can ever do to
close it, but we still must make the choice
to walk through it.
Oliver Queen really saving anyone by being a sin-eater? Or maybe the better
question is… is Oliver even worthy of
What are the batfamily members living spaces like their bedrooms and stuff
Bruce: his room looks incredibly regal and posh, but it’s always kept clean (by Alfred. If Bruce were left on his own it would be a disaster and there would be clothes all over the floor)
Dick: he definitely has glow in the dark stars on his ceiling (who cares if he’s an adult), he’s got tons of posters on his walls (some Batman and Robin ones, Flying Grayson’s posters), keeps photos of family and friends pinned up on a corkboard next to his bed, he keeps it clean except for The Pile. It’s all the clutter that he’s just too busy to take care of
Jason: he keeps his room immaculately clean: he has everything sorted, his books are kept alphabetized, he dusts regularly. His sheets have dinosaurs on them, though nobody knows that. He has an excessive amounts of books in his room (like six bookshelves full)
Tim: his walls are plastered with graphs, charts, newspaper clippings, conspiracy theories. He has piles of coffee mugs, a nice little potted plant on his windowsill, textbooks stacked on a desk with some files and whatnot. His bed is usually a nest of blankets and is almost always unmade
Steph: she has fairy lights around her room to give her that “expert lighting” for photos, she has fluffy pillows and dozens of throw blankets, she has tons of polaroids with her and her friends hung on her walls, her desk has piles of homework and doodles with containers of colorful pens and markers
Damian: his room looks almost like a military bunker, but over time he’s gotten a small little planter box with herbs in it, a lot of cat and dog toys for Titus and Alfred the cat, his shelves have a lot of books on them (a mix of old tomes and young adult novels), he’s got a wall of drawings/paintings that he’s done over his bed
Cass: her room is full of knick knacks and mementos from good times she’s had (that flower crown Steph made her during a picnic, a necklace made from all of the tabs on soda cans from the time Tim tried to down three dozen cans, a jar of paper footballs that she and Jason use when they’re bored), she has a lot of stuffed animals on her bed
Duke: has a lot of Superman and superhero stuff (posters, action figures, whatever he can find), has pictures of him and his family hanging on a bulletin board, has several knit blankets on his bed that weigh a ton, has a few sports pennants hung up on his wall
Barbara: keeps her room fairly tidy, has only a few blankets and pillows, has a desk for her laptop that she keeps exceedingly organized, had a loft bed for a long time (all through college), has a chalkboard wall that she uses when researching and working
A smile drew onto your lips as you walked down the street, reminiscing the events of earlier this evening. You had just walked Michelle home from an entertaining girls night out. It was fun being able to talk girl stuff without having the boys around cringing at everything the two of you say.
Your phone went off in your jean pocket causing you to jump a little. At first you thought it was a text message and decided to ignore it, but it kept buzzing. You pulled it out and read Peters contact name on the screen. He had told you to text him when you got home, so you were a little confused as to why he was calling you.
“Hello?” you answered slowly, the echo of your foot steps bouncing of the street.
“Y/n, where are you right now?” Peter asked frantically through the phone, skipping over a proper greeting,
“I just left Michelle’s place, why?”
“I just-I need you to just get home as soon as possible okay?”
“Peter what’s wrong?”
“Nothing- nothing everything is fine-I’m fine, there’s no bad guy,”
“Peter,” you drew out his name knowing what he was up to. He’d always try to hide things from you when it came to his superhero identity. He figured it would be easier to keep you safe that way. But something usually went wrong if he didn’t tell you,
“Okay so there is a bad guy. But it’s fine! Just please get home as soon as possible, maybe quicker than that,” He breathed nervously,
“Alright, I’ll call you when I get home,” you hung up and quickened your pace, knowing that if you didn’t at least try to do as he said you’d get an ear load from him later.
You hadn’t heard or seen any sirens yet, so you reckoned that it wasn’t that bad. Maybe Peter was just over reacting as per usual. But you still couldn’t help but let the worry and anxiety seep up through your spine. Constantly you kept looking over your shoulder to make sure no one was following you through the dark avenues.
You turned a corner with only one block left till your apartment building. Looking behind you again, you took note that no one had turned the corner with you. Before you could turn back around you ran into what felt like a brick wall, knocking you down onto your butt.
Your heart rate picked up as you view what had bumped into you. A hooded figure stood at your feet, momentarily stunned like much like you. Quickly you bolted onto your feet, and took a cautious step back from the tall character. You gazed down at the reasonable sized bag he had clutched under his left arm. You were confused as to what was in there that he needed to cling onto so desperately.
You couldn’t see anything underneath his hood, everything was hidden beneath shadows. But his eyes followed yours to the bag filled with cash he had taken. Swiftly he pulled out his armed weapon and pointed it directly at you. Now you were in for it. Your whole body tensed up, and you thought for sure that if he didn’t pull the trigger on you, then your heart would surely fail on you.
“Don’t move,” He spoke sternly, and gruffly. You of course not knowing what to do and panicking on the inside, squeaked out an ‘okay’. Mentally you slapped yourself multiple times for seeming like such a fool.
Just as you let out a pant, a glistening rope seemed to shoot down from a rooftop and latch itself around the barrel of the gun, and yanked it upwards out of the mans grasp. “Not tonight,” a familiar voice called out from above. The pair of you were even more shocked and confused.
In a red and blue blur, an arm grabbed a tight hold of your waist. Your body relaxed into the person, but your mind still hadn’t registered. You let out a squeal as you were suddenly flung into the air, still latched onto the red and blue clad hero. Gently Peter set you down on the nearest rooftop, and took a hold of your shoulders, “Don’t move,” he told you pleadingly. You nodded your head but he didn’t see, he had swung back to the robber.
Feeling the cool nights air kiss your skin, you slowly began to process what had just happened. You took a few much needed deep breathes, and stepped around to get rid of the feeling of cemented feet. It could have been worse. You kept telling yourself. Eventually you had completely calmed down.
Sirens rang through the city and grew louder as they approached your location. Silently Peter climbed his way to the roof that he placed you on and found you waiting patiently for him. He pulled off his mask, letting his hair tumble wildly around his forehead. His eyes searched up and down your frame for any scratches, cuts or bruises.
”I’m fine Peter,” you spoke to him in a calming tone. You knew all the thoughts that were running rampant in his head, and you silently pleaded for them to stop. He looked down at his hands that were fiddling with his mask. He was disappointed. Disappointed in himself for not catching all the armed robbers at once. It put your life in danger, and he wouldn’t be forgiving himself for that anytime soon.
You sighed and made your way over to where he stood. He still kept his head low, and his eyes lower. You brought your hands up to either side of his face and softly brushed away the stray hairs that painted his forehead. Standing on your tipy-toes, you laid a delicate kiss just above his eyebrow, then his nose. His cheeks heated to rosey red, and you rested your forehead onto his. your thumbs traced crescent moons over his colored cheeks.
Finally he looked down at you through his lashes, a faint smile tugging at his lips, “Sorry I ruined your girls night,” he apologized quietly, but just loud enough for you to hear. You let out a small chuckle, “Girls night was long over before you swooped in,” you replied just as hushed as him.
Peter placed his hands on your hips, and tugged you closer to him. He then wrapped his arms around you completely, and returned a kiss to your forehead, your nose, then finally he captured your lips with his. He breathed a sigh of relief through his nose. What would he ever do if he lost you?
A/N: okay but whAT HAVE I CREATED. WHERE CAN I BUY A PETER PARKER?!
The Eli issue aside, when are we going to see Kate, and Billy and Tommy and Teddy and Cassie hanging out again?
Give me everyone going to college.
Give me a fun comic where they have to balance college classes and superheroics, we don’t get enough of that (HS sure, but more college cause it’s time).
Give me a new comic not quite titled Young Avengers, but featuring a normal college experience mixed in with superhero stuff.
Like Billy really wants to go to Hillel services, and drags Tommy along to check it out because, hey, all are welcome.
Cassie having to run around her roommate, so the other girl doesn’t find out about the superpowers.
Teddy really doesn’t know what he wants to major in and he’s taking his gen ends. Tommy knows he’s going to be pre-law on the first day because come on. He’s a speedster and to the shock of no one is first in their class.
Kate’s dad makes her a deal of going to college all expenses paid and he won’t stop her from being a superhero. She can’t quite figure out what she wants to major in either, so she takes a lot of random classes, because she can, to figure out what she wants to do.
Okay, so yeah, this is a mini series now. Oops. The whole one-shot thing rarely works out for me. But luckily a lot of people wanted more, so you’re in luck! There will be at least one more part after this and you’ll see why at the end…. :) Thank you all for your support and comments!! I appreciate it so much. <3
Ten minutes spent together at the mall, a phone call, and a handful of texts later, you stood outside a modest but beautiful home just outside the city. Strands of red, white, and green lights adorned the eaves, a wreath made of pine boughs hanging on the front door. Warm light spilled from the windows and onto the snowy lawn, occasionally blocked by shadowy profiles of people mingling inside. Everything about this house was inviting, and yet your feet remained firmly planted on the sidewalk. _______
It had taken you over 24 hours before gathering the courage to call. Natasha had threatened to call for you if you hadn’t. After dialing, you fingered the business card that you had been handling so often the corners began to curl. The phone rang once….twice…a third time, before he answered.
More tony/peter headcanons please 💕 And i just imagined one of the avengers praised his webbing or somethin and it turned into a long explanation about how it works and all xD
Omfgggg one of the Avengers praising Peter on his webbing casually, like a passing compliment, and Peter just word vomits at them. The Avenger standing there in growing horror as Peter launches into this long-winded explanation complete with hand gestures and science terms. The kid barely stops long enough to breath, and doesn’t stop until Tony puts a gauntlet over his mouth and physically shuts him up. The Avenger sighs in relief, and Peter sheepishly removes Tony’s hand and apologises and squirms in embarrassment. But Tony is like, “Eh, I used to do that too when I was your age. You’ve just gotta learn how to turn the excited babbling into intelligent, snarky babbling that makes you look awesome. It comes with age, kid.” And Peter stops feeling so bad about himself.
Peter and Tony don’t really expect to grow really close after CACW, but they do. Somehow, they keep getting drawn together to protect NYC. Peter starts texting Tony when he has a problem with a villain, and Tony tries to emotionally distance himself but he can’t. He finds himself growing more and more attached until he’s regularly checking up on Peter and helping out. And Peter has this void that Uncle Ben’s left, and Tony is nothing like Uncle Ben, but he’s there. He’s there. He’s reassuring. Somehow, they find themselves as really close friends, until Tony is this mash of rich, snarky uncle/superhero colleague/friend/father figure/mentor and they’re too tangled up in one another.
Tony refers to Peter as ‘the protege’ in his head until one day he accidentally blurts it out. Turning to get Peter’s attention, whistling sharply and barking out, “Oi, protege, get your butt over here.” And Peter is all flustered and excited and pleased, and Tony doesn’t acknowledge his slip and moves on. But it comes out more and more. Tony talking to the other Avengers, like, “Have you seen my asshole protege around? He programmed Dum-E to flip me off and I need to throw him off a building.” Or introducing Peter to people: “This is Peter, my tiny protege. Peter, this is Pepper, our resident dictator. Do not cross her if you wish to live.”
Also? Pepper ‘what the actual fuck when did you acquire a superhero child TONY’ Potts is so, so tired.
I love the idea of Tony lugging Peter around. Not just teaming up and talking during their superheroes lives, but hanging out during their regular lives, too. Tony gets called into SI for some emergency and Peter makes to leave, but Tony is like, “Nope. No. If I have to suffer this, so do you, this is your punishment for doing that reckless thing yesterday that almost got you killed and gave me a heart attack.” Tony punishing his teenage protege by dragging him into Stark Industries (aka the place Peter’s dreams are made of, omfg).
So Tony brings this random 15yo into SI. He probably puts him to work too. Everything from letting him fiddle in the labs with proper scientists to fetching everyone coffees to being Tony’s secretary when he realises his old one quit. Pepper is in another state, so she doesn’t get to witness Peter in the same jeans and mathletes shirt he went to school in, clipboard in hand, ushering confused businessmen around the office. Everyone is confused and Tony tells them Peter’s doing a paid internship for extra credit, and Peter is like, “I am?” And Tony stops. Considers it. And decides, “Yeah, actually. You are.” And that’s how Peter accidentally acquires an internship at his favourite company and gets kind of treated like the ‘boss’s son’ by the entire building, even though technically Pepper is their boss, and Peter is not Tony’s son, for the last time, guys