#emma frost hc

[eveysnotebook]

giving / receiving flowers with Emma Frost ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊

dedicated to the beautiful, the amazing ❄️ anon!! I hope your doing well!!

summary: little headcanons about giving and receiving a bouquet of flowers!

Receiving:

Emma doesn’t expect gifts from you, she just wants to shower you in love and affection and doesn’t expect anything in return,

but when she spots a dazzling, beautiful bouquet of fresh delphiniums and baby’s breath she immediately knows who it’s from. the flowers are tied in a beautiful soft lace and the flowers, they are so gorgeous and smell so sweet.

she’d get her favorite vase to put them in, setting them next to a large window. every time they catch her eye she smiles and thinks about you.

Giving:

Because you did something so kind for Emma, she’s made it a goal to give you flowers that match you beautifully just like you did for her.

She finds the best flower shop near and orders some of your favorite flowers, along with some that she thinks would accent you nicely.

once they arrive Emma takes them and places the beautiful, big bouquet on your nightstand. They’re tied up in pretty place and a card with “For my darling” written on it.

I just bought Emma’s X revolution costume on marvel rivals and I adore it!!

[06strawberrylemonade28]

me when i think about how jack played hopscotch with his sister EVERY DAY. brb lemme go cry

[diam1nd]

&& 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆.

the most notable family members in her life are her parents & her older brother. yes, emma has two sisters but were horribly mean ( adjacent to their parents ) and she doesn't mention them much. growing up in her household, albeit lavish, was an endless loop of ab*se dominantly by winston and supported by adrienne and cordelia. hazel, their mother, chose to allow her husband to run their family how he saw fit and did not help her children in any way. she watched her husband mistreat them in may ways, and coped via dr*g use to make up for the guilt.

emma was always close to her only brother, older than she. the only person he came out to was emma, whom he was always very protective of vice versa. being winston, he always had a way to uncover secrets, even if his children all bare telepathic abilities to a certain degree. christian was blackmailed and had a hand in the disappearance of his boyfriend, dep*rting to make sure he'd lose the one person the heart desired. emma was his only relief, falling into a deep depression that easily could of warranted medical attention, but was also deferred by winston and hazel. years later, winston did the very same to emma when he got a tip that his 'prize' star of a daughter had an inappropriate feelings with her high school teacher. leaving amicably, winston furthered the pressure in threatening both emma and ian; he disappeared as well, and after emma's outburst and nearly killing her entire school via psionic blasts, admitted emma grace to the essex clinic for "control of untamed mutant powers," but with knowledge that those who go to essex's clinic, almost never come out alive. one could correlate the experiments very similar to that of hydra and weapon x, but siphoned mutants dna to make clones in the doctors likeness. those who were failures in tests, were m*rdered. emma was prized for having two mutation genes. and her escaping with the help of erik and the brotherhood, set her on a new path to ruin her fathers life from then onward. emma's dna was cloned, however, & used for many 'offspring' counterparts with other mutants.

despite their differences and sabotaging each other throughout life, the frost sisters all were forced to dress nice when it came to being around their father. adrienne was an image of femininity, whereas cordelia was non-binary and preferred a masculine appearance. again, winston did not like that his daughter wasn't conforming to the norm, which also drove cordelia to dr*g use just like their mother. both girls saw an advantage in bullying emma as it appeased their father in a bizarre power flex. with christian's depression in losing his lover and father making it damn near impossible to contact them at all, cordelia had a hand in supplying their brother with dr*gs to cope. to this very day, she does not have any relationships with her sisters. emma never wanted to return back to the family house; not even for holidays. for years winston would try to make compelling offers for emma to take over the frost business, but would always refuse. never wanting to accept a single drop of money from a horrible man. emma, being by far the most beautiful of the sisters and most successful, always held the frost crown despite not wanting anything to do with it at all.

[cheriedivine]

Youtuber Ellie x Reader Hc’s <3

♡‧₊˚₊✧ pairing: youtuber Ellie Williams x youtuber fem reader (No use of y/n)

♡‧₊˚₊✧ CW: slight cursing

♡‧₊˚₊✧ Tags: just pure fluff tbh

♡‧₊˚₊✧ Author’s note: I’ve been watching so much Izzy&Emma lately and i thought about this fun idea and i love this so much lmk if y’all want a part 2 bc i definitely have more ideas for this ^~^ (maybe also a little one shot?)

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Ok so Ellie convinced you to start a channel with her for shits and giggles yk but a video of you guys doing a Dress to impress gameplay went viral and it was all over tiktok.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Like the video got 100k views in 48 hours…

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ After that, she was hooked. She begged you to keep making videos together, saying it was “for the fans,” but really… she just liked having an excuse to be on camera with you.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ofc you accepted (how could you not when she was so cute)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ One of your most popular videos is the Couple Drawing Challenge where you switch canvases every 5 minutes. You couldn’t stop laughing, meanwhile Ellie was so serious about it. Like, genuinely stressed every time she had to give up her progress.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ The paintings turned out surprisingly good (thanks to her of course), and she hung them up in your shared apartment like they’re museum pieces.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ While you love vlogging little cozy days, behind-the-scenes moments, aesthetic montages, Ellie’s more into chaotic gameplay and silly challenges.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ When you hit 1k subscribers (even though she was ready to celebrate at 100), Ellie made a cake from scratch. It was… questionable looking, but the effort was there. She even tried to pipe "1K BABY" on top with pink frosting. (You chose the colors)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ I just KNOW she’s the type to be like “babe we’re not doing a Q&A those are cringe” cut to 5 mins later: “so the first question is ‘who fell first’… it was me. obviously.”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ELLIE WOULD FORCE JOEL TO APPEAR IN A VIDEO AND IT WOULD BE THE FUNNIEST SHIT EVER.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ I can imagine him wearing that “I love my lesbian daughter” shirt.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ The comments immediately dubbed him “DILF of the Year.”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Ellie was disgusted. “Stop hitting on my dad, weirdos.”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ You made Ellie a swear jar so your videos wouldn’t get demonetized. She tried to cheat by using creative alternatives like “fork” and “ship,” but gave up after a week.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ You’ve collected enough for like, a whole sephora haul

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ She bought you the Sabrina Carpenter skin in fortnite just so you’d play with her.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ You did. And totally destroyed her. She was… not okay afterward. Her ego’s was a bit bruised ngl

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Ellie insists on matching outfits when you film together. Oversized hoodies, themed shirts, stupid little hats, she loves it.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Also, she has her hands on you at all times. Arm around your shoulder, hand on your thigh, holding your pinky. Marking her territory for the creepy dudes in the comments.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ She always deletes hate comments so you wont get sad :( (cutie)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ But what she doesn't know is that you made a secret account so you could fight the incels in your comment section LOL

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ You filmed a “Doing my girlfriend’s makeup” video… Ellie ended up looking like a glam rock star and refused to take it off for hours because “I ate this shit up to be honest.”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ The comment section was filled with “Is your gf single?, asking for a friend”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ You deleted them <3

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Ellie made you film a ghost hunting vlog in an abandoned building. She screamed first. You have the footage. You’re never letting her live it down.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ You guys have a series called “Gayming o’clock” where you play dating sims, fortnite, roblox and chaotic co-op games.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Ellie accidentally went viral for being too soft with you on camera — like fixing your mic, brushing your hair away, or whispering “you’re doing so good, babe” mid-filming. The fans LOST IT.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ For your anniversary, she made a cringey but adorable montage of your funniest on-camera moments. It ends with her saying “Here’s to forever. Unless you beat me at Fortnite again, then we’re breaking up.”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ There’s a running joke on your channel that Joel is the true star. You guys got him a little trophy and filmed him “accepting his award.” He actually smiled (rare footage!!).

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ You guys always EAT UP the fan edits on tiktok, you have a folder full of them.

[urdreamydoodles]

Hello! First off, I need to let you know you had made me the happiest person when I found out there was a marvel comic x reader writer and your writing is beautiful! I was wondering if you would write a hc of marvel comic Matt Murdock, Remy Lebeau, Kurt Wagner, and Julian Keller (idk if you write for him since he’s formerly x-men) reacting to reader kissing them out of nowhere/when they least expect it. Thank you!

X-MEN CHARACTERS X FEM!READER

You kiss them when they least expect it

Characters: Logan Howlett, Remy LeBeau, Kurt Wagner, Scott Summers, Jean Grey, Ororo Munroe, Rogue, Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Hank McCoy, Emma Frost, Laura Kinney, Wade Wilson & Julian Keller

Reply to anon: I'm a Marvel & DC Comic book fan first and foremost, so I wanted to write for this version of the characters and to be honest, I didn't expect so much love for it...SO I'M EXTREMELY HAPPY to receive your type of message! The headcanons for Matt come right after in the "Marvel Comics Characters" headcanons I will post <3 (Btw, I love Julian)

Logan Howlett

- Logan smells you before he sees you, that familiar, intoxicating scent that always seems to linger in the air long after you’ve left. He barely has time to turn before your lips are on his, searing and unexpected, a wildfire in the dead of winter. His entire body tenses—like something wild, something caged—but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he goes utterly still, as if afraid that any movement will wake him from this impossible dream. He has lived lifetimes soaked in blood and regret, but this? This is something he never let himself believe he could have.

- The taste of you is an ache, something he knows will settle into his bones and never leave. His hands twitch at his sides, the animal in him howling to hold, to take, to claim—but you are not something to be taken. And so, he lets you lead. Your lips move against his with the kind of softness he has never known, and his mind screams that this is dangerous. He is dangerous. But then you sigh into him, fingers curling in the worn leather of his jacket, and he thinks—maybe—he could allow himself this one selfish thing.

- When you finally pull away, his breath is unsteady, rough, the remnants of your touch burning through his veins like whiskey. His eyes—dark, stormy, something unspoken lurking beneath them—search your face as if trying to commit every detail to memory. He should say something. Tell you this is a mistake, that he is too old, too broken, too much. But when he sees the way you look at him—like he is not a weapon, not a thing made for war but a man—his throat closes around the words.

- “You got no idea what you’re doin’, darlin’,” he mutters, voice rough as gravel. And yet, when you smile, soft and knowing, when your fingers trail the faintest touch against his jaw before you step back, he knows you do. You know exactly what you’re doing. And for the first time in a very long time, Logan thinks—maybe—he could let someone love him. Maybe he could love them back.

Remy LeBeau

- Remy never expects to be caught off guard. He is a man who thrives in the game of unpredictability, who lives in the art of mischief and charm, who always has the upper hand. And yet, the moment your lips press against his, he forgets how to breathe. His hands, so used to sleight of hand and stolen treasures, falter at his sides. He could swear his heart stops beating, just for a second, just long enough for the world to tilt beneath his feet. He has been kissed before, a thousand times over, but never like this. Never by you.

- When the initial shock fades, he reacts like a man starved. His fingers find your waist, his body pressing flush against yours as if he could sink into you, disappear into this moment and never return. He tastes of spice and something sweeter, something sinful, and you realize—Remy LeBeau does not simply kiss. He devours. He worships. His lips move with the expertise of a thief, stealing the breath from your lungs, the steadiness from your limbs, and he does it all with a smirk curling at the edges of his mouth.

- He doesn’t let you pull away easily. Even when you try, his grip lingers, his forehead resting against yours, breath mingling with yours like a confession neither of you are ready to speak. His eyes, those crimson-burning embers, flicker over your face with a hunger that has nothing to do with the usual games he plays. “Ma belle,” he murmurs, voice like velvet, like the slow drag of a match before it sparks. “Y’gon’ be the death of me.” And yet, the way he smiles—half-dazed, half-drunk on you—tells you he would not mind dying that way.

- There is something dangerous in the way Remy looks at you now. Not the usual teasing, not the flirtation thrown so easily to the wind, but something deeper. Something reverent. As if he is looking at a gamble worth losing everything for. And as his fingers brush your jaw, tracing the ghost of your touch, you realize—you have just become the only game Remy LeBeau is willing to play for the rest of his life.

Kurt Wagner

- Kurt is not used to being touched so freely. Not like this. Not without hesitation. When your lips meet his, it is as if the world stutters around him, as if time itself takes pause to marvel at the impossible. His breath catches in his throat, a sharp, startled sound, and for the briefest moment, he forgets how to exist. His tail curls behind him in a sharp flick of surprise, and he nearly disappears in a reflex of instinct, but something about the warmth of your hands, the softness of your mouth, keeps him grounded. Keeps him here.

- When he finally gathers the courage to move, it is hesitant, unsure—his fingers hovering at your waist as if afraid to break something sacred. His lips, gentle, trembling with quiet reverence, move against yours like a whispered prayer. You are warmth, light, something divine in his arms, and he drinks you in like salvation. He has dreamt of this—secret, foolish dreams whispered into the lonely nights—but never dared believe it could be real. That you could want this as much as he does.

- When you part, his breath is unsteady, his golden eyes wide with wonder. He stares at you as if you have done the impossible, as if you have rewritten the very fabric of his existence with a single touch. His tail coils loosely around your wrist, a subconscious tether, as if to reassure himself that you are real. That this is real. “Mein Herz,” he murmurs, voice thick with emotion. “What have you done to me?” And yet, the way he smiles—soft, awestruck—tells you he never wants to be undone by anyone else but you.

- He does not know how to ask for more. Does not know if he is allowed to. But when you lace your fingers with his, when you press the faintest of kisses to his cheek before stepping back, he knows—he would wait a lifetime for you to do it again. And again. And again.

Scott Summers

- Scott lives by control. He has spent his life suppressing, restraining, calculating every breath, every movement, every word, because one wrong step can mean disaster. But when you kiss him—without warning, without hesitation—every ounce of that control shatters. His entire body stiffens, breath stolen, mind racing with the sheer impossibility of what is happening. He has dreamed of this, a thousand different ways, but none of them prepared him for the reality of your lips against his.

- His hands—gloved, always careful, always distant—hover at your sides, caught between instinct and hesitation. He wants to touch you, wants to pull you closer, but the fear of losing control, of breaking something irreparable, holds him back. And yet, you do not waver. You kiss him like he is not a weapon, like he is not something dangerous, like he is just a man. And for the first time, Scott Summers allows himself to believe it.

- When you finally part, he exhales sharply, as if he has been holding his breath for years. His glasses slip slightly down his nose, and he pushes them up with a shaky hand, his fingers brushing against his lips as if trying to chase the ghost of your touch. “I—” His voice falters, rare uncertainty cracking through his carefully built walls. He swallows hard, eyes hidden but gaze heavy. “I wasn’t expecting that.” But there is something else in his tone, something just shy of desperate. He wasn’t expecting it—but now he wants more.

- You smile, tilting your head, studying him with a knowing softness that makes his stomach twist. “Would you like me to do it again?” The question is playful, teasing, but the heat that flares in his chest is anything but. He swallows down a million responses, a million emotions threatening to spill over, and simply nods. Because yes. Yes, he would. More than anything, he would.

Jean Grey

- Jean has always been attuned to the emotions of others. She feels them like echoes in her own mind, the soft hum of sorrow, the sharp sting of desire, the quiet weight of longing. But when your lips press against hers, she feels nothing but silence—beautiful, breathtaking silence. The world, usually so loud, so overwhelming, fades into something small, something insignificant. There is only the warmth of your mouth, the way your fingers tangle in the red silk of her hair, the way your heartbeat thrums against her own like a perfect melody.

- She gasps against you, not out of shock but something deeper—something fragile. She has lived lifetimes within the span of a single moment, has seen the past, present, and future weave together like a tapestry, but she never saw this. Never saw the way you would tilt the world on its axis with a single touch. Her hands, delicate yet unshakable, find your face, her thumbs tracing the shape of you as if committing you to memory. She knows, in the depths of her soul, that she will never forget this.

- When you finally pull away, she exhales a laugh—soft, breathless, incredulous. Her emerald eyes search yours, bright with something that flutters on the edge of joy and disbelief. “You—” She stops herself, biting her lip as if savoring the taste of you, as if reluctant to let it go. And then she shakes her head, a slow, knowing smile curling her lips. “You really are full of surprises.” There is a lightness in her tone, but beneath it, something deeper lingers. Something that tells you she does not want this to be a singular moment.

- And then, before you can respond, she leans in—this time, she is the one to steal the air from your lungs. The kiss is softer now, slower, but no less consuming. When she pulls away, she rests her forehead against yours, her breath mingling with your own. “I could get used to that,” she murmurs, voice warm as sunlight. And in the way she lingers, in the way she stays close, you know—she already has.

Ororo Munroe

- Ororo is a goddess, a tempest, a force of nature so powerful the very skies bend to her will. And yet, when you kiss her, she is caught in a storm she cannot control. Her breath catches, her usually poised frame stiffening for the briefest of moments as your lips mold against hers. She has always been the eye of the hurricane, calm amidst chaos, but now, she is swept away in a current she never anticipated.

- Her hands hover at your sides, unsure, not out of reluctance but reverence. To be loved by Ororo Munroe is to be touched by the divine, but for the first time, she does not feel like a goddess—she feels human. She feels the warmth of your skin, the way your fingers brush against her cheek, the way your lips move with something so tender it unravels her. The storm within her does not rage—it settles, it quiets, it softens into something resembling peace.

- When you finally part, her white lashes flutter against her cheeks, her breath uneven, her hands finally finding your waist as if to ground herself. She looks at you as if you have done the impossible, as if you have harnessed the wind and commanded the rain. And perhaps you have. Because for the first time in a long time, Ororo Munroe does not feel alone. “You surprise me,” she admits, her voice a whisper of thunder, low and full of something unreadable. “And I do not surprise easily.”

- A smile tugs at the corner of her lips, rare and breathtaking, the kind of smile that shifts the seasons. And then, with a gentleness that contradicts her power, she presses her forehead to yours, fingers threading through your hair. “Do it again,” she breathes, and there is something almost dangerous in the way she says it. Because now that she has tasted you, now that she has felt this, Ororo Munroe is not sure she could ever let it go.

Rogue

- Rogue has spent her entire life fearing touch. She has spent years mastering the art of distance, of longing from afar, of never letting herself hope for too much. And yet, when your lips meet hers—soft, unguarded, reckless—she forgets to be afraid. The world disappears in the space between heartbeats, and all that remains is the impossible, the breathtaking reality of you kissing her.

- Her mind screams at her to pull away, to stop this before it’s too late, before she ruins something beautiful. But she can’t. She won’t. Her gloved hands grasp at your arms, her body leaning into yours as if she has spent lifetimes waiting for this moment. And perhaps she has. Because for the first time, she isn’t thinking about control, about consequences. She is thinking about the way your lips feel against hers, the way your breath mingles with her own, the way your fingers press into the small of her back as if you could hold her together.

- When you part, her chest rises and falls in quick, uneven breaths, her wide green eyes searching yours with something almost desperate. “Sugar, you—” Her voice falters, thick with emotion, with something dangerously close to hope. Her fingers, still gloved, trace the ghost of your touch against her lips, and she swallows hard. “You don’t know what you just did.” But the way she looks at you—the way she stares as if you have rewritten the very fabric of her existence—tells you that maybe, just maybe, she doesn’t mind.

- She should be afraid. She should be pushing you away, telling you that this is dangerous, that she is dangerous. But when you smile at her, when you reach for her hand despite the barriers she wears, she feels something shift. Something new. Something she is not sure she deserves, but something she wants all the same. And for the first time, Rogue wonders—what if she let herself have this? What if, just this once, she didn’t run?

Erik Lehnsherr

- Erik has built his life around steel and rage, around vengeance and pain, around the belief that love is a weakness he cannot afford. And yet, when you kiss him, every wall he has so carefully constructed crumbles beneath the weight of your touch. He stiffens, a sharp inhale slicing through the space between you, his entire body wound tight like coiled metal, but he does not pull away. He does not stop you. Because for the first time in a long, long time—he doesn’t want to.

- Your lips move against his with a softness he does not deserve, a tenderness he has spent lifetimes denying himself. His hands twitch at his sides, hesitant, torn between pushing you away and pulling you closer. But when your fingers tangle in his hair, when your breath mingles with his, when you kiss him like he is not Magneto, not a man shaped by war and loss, but simply a man—he is undone.

- When you finally part, his breath is heavy, uneven, his storm-gray eyes dark with something unreadable. His fingers curl into fists at his sides, as if restraining himself from reaching for you, from keeping you tethered to this moment forever. “You shouldn’t have done that,” he murmurs, voice like rusted iron, rough and laced with something dangerously close to yearning. But there is no real warning in his tone, no true resistance. Only the weight of a man who does not know how to accept kindness, how to accept love.

- And yet, when you step forward, when you press your palm to his chest, when you look at him as if he is not a monster but something worthy—his resolve fractures. His fingers, finally, finally, find your waist, his grip firm yet reverent, as if afraid you might disappear. “Do it again,” he breathes, and in that moment, Erik Lehnsherr does not care if love is a weakness. Because if this is what it means to be weak—then for you, he will gladly fall.

Charles Xavier

- Charles Xavier has spent his life knowing things before they happen. His gift is both a blessing and a burden, allowing him to read thoughts, anticipate words before they are spoken, sense feelings before they fully form. But when you kiss him, it is the first time in his life that he is truly, utterly surprised. For once, his mind is not a step ahead—it is caught in the moment, helplessly, beautifully ensnared in the warmth of your lips and the gentle insistence of your touch.

- His breath stutters as you tilt into him, the world narrowing to the space between your bodies. He has always prided himself on his composure, on the unshakable calm of his demeanor, but now he feels undone. Your lips are soft but certain, as if you have known this moment was meant to happen all along. His hands twitch against the arms of his wheelchair, caught between instinct and disbelief, between wanting to pull you closer and simply letting himself exist in this quiet, impossible wonder.

- When you finally pull away, his blue eyes flutter open, dazed, unfocused, as though waking from a dream too precious to be real. A slow smile tugs at the corner of his lips, something warm and unreadable flickering behind his gaze. “That was unexpected,” he murmurs, voice like velvet, smooth but slightly unsteady. And yet, there is something else beneath his words, something deeper—an unspoken truth that has lingered between you for too long, now given breath at last.

- He reaches for your hand then, his fingers ghosting over yours in a way that is both hesitant and reverent. “Would you mind terribly,” he breathes, his smile deepening, “if I returned the favor?” And when he leans in, when his lips find yours again, there is nothing hesitant about it. There is only the weight of time, of longing, of something that was always meant to be.

Wanda Maximoff

- Wanda has spent her life walking the fragile line between control and chaos, between the known and the unknown, between the world as it is and the world as it could be. And yet, when you kiss her, all of it—the noise, the worry, the restless ache of her existence—disappears. There is only you. Only the impossible softness of your lips, only the warmth of your touch, only the way time seems to slow, to bend, to hold its breath for her.

- She does not pull away, does not tense, does not question. Instead, she melts into you, her fingers curling into the fabric of your clothing as if afraid you might slip through her grasp like so many things before. You taste like something she has spent lifetimes reaching for, something she has never quite believed she could have. And yet, here you are. Here she is. And for once, the world does not seem so cruel.

- When the kiss finally breaks, she does not move far. Her forehead lingers against yours, her breath mingling with your own as if unwilling to let go of the moment just yet. Her deep, sorrowful eyes search yours, dark with something unreadable—something aching, something vast. “You shouldn’t do things like that,” she whispers, and yet her fingers tighten their grip on you, betraying her own words. “It makes me want to believe in things I shouldn’t.”

- And yet, despite her protest, despite the ghosts that haunt her, Wanda does not step away. Instead, she tilts her head, studying you as if memorizing every detail, every curve, every fleeting second. And then, as if deciding something only she can understand, she kisses you again—slower this time, softer, as if weaving a spell that neither of you will ever escape.

Pietro Maximoff

- Pietro Maximoff moves faster than thought, faster than light, faster than anyone can keep up with. He is a blur, a flicker, a storm that never settles, never stills. But when you kiss him—when you reach for him without hesitation, without warning—time stops. For once, he is not ahead of the world. He is not running. He is simply here. And it terrifies him.

- His entire body locks up, caught between instinct and shock, between the urge to retreat and the unbearable need to lean in. No one ever catches him off guard—no one. But you? You have done it so effortlessly, so completely, that he feels as though you have stolen the breath from his lungs. He forgets to move, forgets to think, forgets everything except the way your lips press against his, the way your fingers grasp at him like you have no intention of letting go.

- When you finally pull back, his silver lashes flutter, his bright blue eyes wide, wild with something unreadable. “Did you just—” He stops himself, swiping his tongue over his lips as if to make sure the sensation is real. And then, suddenly, he laughs—a breathless, incredulous sound, full of something sharp and breathless. “You’re either very brave or very reckless,” he murmurs, voice tinged with something teasing, something warmer than he meant it to be. “Maybe both.”

- And yet, even as he tries to turn it into a joke, his fingers twitch at his sides, restless, uncertain. He has never been good at staying still, never been good at patience—but for you, for this, he thinks he could learn. “Do it again,” he says, grinning now, eyes glinting with something wicked, something real. “I dare you.” And the way he looks at you—the way he leans in, as if already chasing the next kiss—tells you that this is a dare neither of you ever plan to back down from.

Hank McCoy

- Hank McCoy is a man of intellect, of reason, of science. He has spent his life in pursuit of knowledge, in understanding the mysteries of the world through logic and deduction. But when you kiss him—when your lips press against his without preamble, without hesitation—there is nothing logical about it. His mind, so accustomed to analysis, simply stops. And for the first time in a long, long time, he is left with nothing but feeling.

- His breath hitches, a sharp inhale caught in the depths of his chest, his large hands flexing at his sides as if unsure what to do with them. He is a scholar, a thinker, a man who prides himself on his control—but here, now, he feels unmoored. Your touch is warmth against the cold edges of his mind, a spark that ignites something deep, something unexpected, something he cannot name.

- When you finally pull away, he does not move for a long moment. His blue eyes flicker with something complex, something vulnerable, something profoundly, devastatingly human. “That was… unexpected,” he finally says, voice rough with something you cannot quite place. And yet, despite his words, despite the shock that lingers in his expression, his gaze is soft when it meets yours, unbearably gentle.

- He exhales a slow breath, as if steadying himself, and then—almost tentatively—he reaches for your hand. His fingers are careful, cautious, as if afraid you might vanish like a fleeting hypothesis unproven. “Would you, perhaps, consider repeating the experiment?” he asks, a small, wry smile curling at the edges of his lips. And when you lean in again, when his hands finally settle against you with quiet certainty, you know this is an experiment he never intends to abandon.

Emma Frost

- Emma Frost has spent a lifetime ensuring that no one can touch her—not truly. Her mind is a fortress of diamond walls and razor-edged wit, a citadel where no one is allowed entry without permission. She does not startle easily; she does not allow herself to be vulnerable. And yet, when you kiss her—when your lips press against hers without warning, without hesitation—she falters. Just for a moment. Just long enough for you to feel it.

- Her breath catches, but she does not pull away. No, Emma Frost does not retreat. Instead, she tilts her head slightly, allowing you just enough room to linger, to taste the cool, intoxicating sharpness of her. And yet, there is warmth beneath the ice, a slow-burning ember hidden beneath layers of frost. She is calculating even in this, assessing, analyzing—but there is something else in the way her fingers twitch against your arm, something unspoken in the way her lips part ever so slightly beneath yours.

- When you finally pull back, her expression is unreadable, a perfect mask of composure—except for her eyes. There is something dangerous in them, something bright and wicked and amused. A slow, knowing smile curls her lips as she tilts her chin, regarding you with the kind of gaze that makes people weak in the knees. “My darling,” she purrs, voice like silk and steel entwined, “if you wanted me, you only had to ask.”

- And yet, when her fingers brush against your wrist—light, fleeting, almost imperceptible—it is not just a challenge. There is something softer beneath the bravado, something she will never admit aloud. You have surprised her. And Emma Frost does not allow herself to be surprised. So when she leans in again, this time on her own terms, you understand the weight of it—the rarity, the quiet surrender hidden beneath the smirk.

Laura Kinney

- Laura Kinney is not accustomed to softness. Her world has been forged in blood and survival, in the quiet brutality of necessity. She has been trained to anticipate every attack, every shift in movement, every threat before it even takes form. But when you kiss her, there is no time to predict, no time to react—only the moment, sudden and unrelenting. And for once in her life, she is caught off guard.

- Her body stiffens on instinct, muscles coiled tight, but she does not pull away. No, she stays still, frozen in place as if trying to process something unfamiliar, something she has no protocol for. Your lips are soft against hers, warm and sure, and for a brief second, she forgets to breathe. It is foreign, this feeling, this intimacy that is not laced with violence or pain. And yet, it does not feel wrong. It feels… safe. And she does not know what to do with that.

- When you finally pull back, she blinks up at you, her gold-green eyes wide, pupils blown. Her breath is uneven, though she would never admit it. Her fingers flex at her sides, a silent battle between instinct and something deeper, something softer. “Why did you do that?” she asks, voice low, guarded. But there is no anger in it, no sharp edges of rejection. Only quiet curiosity. Only the echo of something she is too afraid to name.

- And then, as if deciding something in that precise moment, she steps closer. Not much, just enough for her breath to brush against your cheek. Her gaze flickers down to your lips, and when she speaks again, it is almost hesitant—almost shy. “Do it again.” It is not a request. It is a challenge. And when you accept, when your lips find hers once more, she does not freeze this time. Instead, she leans in.

Wade Wilson

- Wade Wilson never shuts up. He fills the air with words, with jokes, with carefully crafted chaos designed to keep people at arm’s length. He is quick and loud and relentless, because silence is where the darkness creeps in, where the thoughts become too heavy, too real. But when you kiss him—when you press your lips against his without preamble, without warning—he falls completely, utterly silent.

- His mind goes blank. It is a rare thing, for Wade to be lost for words, for thoughts, for anything but the sheer, staggering reality of this moment. Your lips are soft against his, warm, steady, real. And for once, he is not a punchline, not a joke, not a monster wrapped in red and black. He is just Wade, just a man who is suddenly, unexpectedly being kissed by someone he never thought would want to.

- When you pull back, there is a beat of absolute stillness. Then, suddenly, he sucks in a sharp breath and blurts out, “Was that a pity kiss? Wait, no, don’t answer that. Actually, do answer that. But lie to me if it was. Unless it wasn’t. In which case—” He stops himself, blinking rapidly, his gloved fingers twitching at his sides. “Holy shit. You actually kissed me. I didn’t hallucinate that, right? Because, like, my brain is super messed up, and sometimes I—”

- But then, you kiss him again—shorter this time, softer, just enough to shut him up. And when you pull away, he just stares at you, his mouth slightly open, his expression unreadable beneath the mask. And then, slowly, his hands come up to his face, covering his mouth as if trying to hold something in. “Oh my God,” he whispers, voice slightly muffled. “I’m gonna have to marry you now.” He peeks between his fingers. “You cool with that? No take-backs.”

Julian Keller

- Julian Keller is not used to being caught off guard. He is sharp, quick-witted, arrogant to a fault, and always, always in control. People orbit around him, drawn in by the effortless gravity of his confidence, his charm, the raw, unapologetic force of his presence. But when you kiss him—when you take him by surprise for the first time in his life—his mind goes completely, devastatingly blank.

- For a split second, he doesn’t react. And then, his body catches up with him, his hands instinctively reaching for you, gripping your waist like an anchor. His breath stutters against your lips, and suddenly, he is no longer the Julian Keller who always knows what to say, who always has the upper hand. He is just a boy, completely and utterly at your mercy. And it thrills him.

- When you finally pull back, his lips are parted, his green eyes slightly dazed, like he’s trying to piece together reality again. Then, slowly, a grin spreads across his face—wide, cocky, but with something undeniably genuine beneath it. “Damn,” he breathes, running a hand through his dark hair, voice rougher than usual. “That was… unexpected.” His grin sharpens, his gaze flicking to your lips. “You gonna warn me next time, or is this just how you say hi now?”

- And yet, despite the teasing, despite the bravado, there is something else in his gaze—something that lingers, something that betrays just how much that single kiss affected him. He leans in again, close enough that his breath fans against your skin. “You know,” he murmurs, tilting his head, “if you wanted my attention, there were easier ways.” But the way he looks at you—the way his fingers curl slightly, as if resisting the urge to pull you back in—tells you that, despite his words, he wouldn’t change a thing.

[spetescap]

okay, now i NEED bill x male reader hcs...

Bill Dickey x Male!Reader HCs!!

- Bill would rather die than admit he likes you.

- At first, he treats you like a rival, like an annoying fanboy who barely knows what he’s talking about 😭😭

- He corrects you constantly, doesn’t matter if it’s right or wrong 😭

“That’s not what he said exactly in issue #143, but okay.”

- You think he hates you. He does not. He’s just scared and spiraling 🤷

- You say something like, “I think I like Cyclops more than Wolverine,” and he just stares at you for one full minute like you committed a war crime 😭

- Yells at you during debates, gets red in the face, all puffed up and smug, and then immediately regrets it 😛

- He can’t stop checking if you’re mad at him afterward, discreetly ofc, like glancing at you briefly before looking away when you look back over and over 😭

- Never compliments you directly, but you catch him saying things like:

“I mean yeah, you’re wrong, but at least you’re not a poser like those other idiots.”

- Once referred to you as “tolerable.” That was the most sincere thing he’s ever said about anyone 😼😼

- Lets you touch his comics. Not read them, let’s not get crazy. But you can look 😛

- Has a special space on his shelf where he secretly puts issues he thinks you’d like, plays it off like he “just had extras.” 😼

- You once beat him in an argument and he didn’t talk to you for two days. Then showed up at your house with a bag of chips and a new X-Men issue like nothing happened 🤷

- The club doesn’t know about you. Can’t. Won’t.

- If any of the guys mention you, his face goes stone-cold, shrugs, and says

“He’s just some guy from the arcade.”

- One time, you showed up near the club while they were hanging out, Bill had to distract the others and physically drag you aside to tell you, “You can’t just show up like that.” with shaking hands 😔

- The idea of being seen with you terrifies him. Not because of you, because of what it means about him 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

- When it’s just the two of you, he’s quieter, still snarky, still annoying, but… softer, a little less armor :3

- You’ve caught him staring multiple times, and every. time. he looks away so fast he nearly gives himself whiplash 😭

- When you walk home together, he’ll step between you and the road without saying anything. it’s (boyfriend) instinct 😛😛

- Refuses to call it a relationship, says “this isn’t a thing.” but if you don’t show up to the comic shop one of the days you scheduled, he’s pacing the aisles like a man possessed 😭

- Gave you a beat-up Joker pin once. Didn’t say why.

“I had two,” he muttered.

- He didn’t.

- Makes fun of your taste, then starts reading the stuff you like on the side and doesn’t let you know, if you find out, he denies it 😭😭

“It’s just research. I need to know why it’s bad.”

- So sorry babes, but he will NOT speak up against people being homophobic towards you, his internalized homophobia genuinely makes him struggle 😭😭

- Doesn’t hold your hand, will never hold your hand, but if your pinky brushes his and he doesn’t move it? That’s practically a love confession.

- If you ever told him you loved him, he’d freeze. Not because he doesn’t feel it, because he does, and he doesn’t know what to do with that :((

- His version of affection is arguing with you for three hours and then letting you borrow his Emma Frost figure “just for a day.” 😭😭

- One time, you called him “Bill” instead of the usual, “Dickey,” and he didn’t say anything, just looked down and tried to force down the little smile :3

- He will never say “I miss you,” but he will say stuff like:

“You know, you missed a pretty crucial issue drop last Wednesday. I don’t know how your sad little collection is gonna recover.” 😭

- He gives you comics “to fix your taste,” but they’re always ones he knows you’ll like 😛😛

- He calls you at weird hours, and never says hi, just straight up launches into a rant about something a Marvel editor did wrong in a 1988 wolverine comic 😭

- He’s not calling because he wants to talk about comics, he’s calling because he wants to hear your voice 😼😼

- Has a thing for your hands, won’t say it out loud, but he stares when you flip through comics, when you pull sleeves up, and even more when you fix his collar after it shifts 😛😛 (he ends up slapping your hands away 😭)

- If you ever get hurt, even a scratch, it’s automatically your fault 😭

“Oh my god, what kind of idiot just trips over a curb? What? Were you jerkin’ off while walking? You moron— lemme see.”

- One night, when he thought you were asleep, he whispered something and then touched your hair, you couldn’t make it out, but it ended in “…fucking idiot.”

- He doesn’t get better, but he gets less bad (that sounds so stupid 😭) and in his language of grunts, glares, and lent comics, that means everything🤷

I hope someone caught the 143 sneak 😔😔 (SKZ REFERENCEEEEE)

[metis-iphigenia]

Characters I headcanon as transfem in the media

so @devine-fem had a post about transfem characters in media and i accidentally deleted my repost now i cant find the post😭 so have this!!

1) Damian T. al Ghul-Wayne from DC or as I like to call her, Naajia M. al Ghul-Wayne

names that are important to the narrative of the characters, how i love you

also i heard somewhere that Damians middle names is "Thomas" so i tried to do the same for Naajia by making her middle name "Martha"

to me shes either transfem or genderqueer

2) Jason P. Todd from DC (i dont have a name for her yet but if you do please share! my friend and i have been calling her Zişan as a joke but im starting to really like it)

3) Jean Grey from Marvel X-men comics

•this also includes transfem Madelyne Pryor since she is her clone

4) Kitty Pryde from Marvel X-men comics

5) Emma Frost from Marvel X-men comics

6)Percy Jackson from PJO series with the name "Persephone"(i have seen this name being used by @punkeropercyjackson so credits to him i love their content(also i dislike pjo because of the ton of mythical inaccurities but this hc is the only thing keeping me in lol))

7) Bree Davenport from Lab Rats and Lab Rats: Elite Force

i do have an essay im preparing for this actually i love this headcanon sm

8) Daniel Davenport from Lab Rats

i thought a lot of names for her(first came to my mind was "Danielle" as Bree called her that when they first met but some people dont like their name after transition to be similiar to their birth name so i have options

Danielle Davenport

Darcy Davenport

Daisy Davenport

(i kept the ABCD name dynamic if you have any ideas tell me please!!)

9) Gwen Stacy from Marvel comics

10) Kon-El Kent from DC well to me she is more bigender to me but i love both headcanons so so much and accept them as canon

11) Hunter from The Owl House

12) Mary Jane Watson from Marvel comics

I have more but my brain absolutely stopped working and i cannot remember anything so i will end it here and add on if i remember it later! goodbye and add your own headcanons if you'd like!

[robinvomit]

Ughh! I'm a sucker for Kon;;; but I loooovveee you're Damian fics— i can't pick which one!! Either, Or, And!

Anyways... headcanons + drabbles of either of them with a Reader who is ✨️THICCC✨️ like,, Emma Frost Marvel Rivals thick 👀

You came to the right place if you're lookin' for 90s Kon! 💕 Coos, I'm glad you do.

🤌🏻 Emma, my love — I can do that. I'll drop a couple hcs here then tag you in a bigger post when I get the chance! ( and I will be good and not put filth here— )

Damian:

ugh he's such a shit because he would act like it doesn't even register to him but the way he would always be touching their hips and thighs and sides like, he's obsessed.

will 100% buy them traditional formal wear just to see them in it and how well they fill it.

he's got about 200 sketches of them just ... lounging. walking. cooking. bending. standing. just pretty much everyone single reference you can think of. ( I will not further this bc I will get in trouble. )

always has them tangled with him, somehow. hands, legs, on his lap, against his side. just to feel them.

Kon:

let us all take a moment to understand kon would literally fucking love anyone — he does not give a single shit about height, size, color, etc etc etc. he's such a loverboy, it kills me.

actually just melts with them on his lap like he never wants them to leave. face against their chest. hands moving all over lips, thighs and sides. not even trying to start anything.

...he enjoys hugs and will absolutely float just the tiniest bit because of how dreamy it is.

a photo and polaroid hoarder. he's got collections just to admire them.

has 100% bought shirts too small and crops just to have them walk around so he can admire even more.

[cloakndagger2]

Emma Frost x Tony Stark married headcannons

So it feels like at this rate we might not be getting a real wedding or marriage out of Tony & Emma which imo feels like a missed opportunity to explore the marriage of convenience trope and have a divorce battle between 2 of the messiest bitches in Marvel, but who knows there’s still another issue to go and anything can happen. In the meantime here are some headcannons

Tony finds out Emma’s a bottle blonde and teases her about it but makes up for it by helping her apply the hair dye in the bathroom

Tony is coy about his whereabouts one day and Emma follows him and finds out about his AA meetings. She listens in to his sharing for a bit before wanting to give him his privacy and heads back home. Eventually Tony tells her about the meetings in his own time

Tony nicknames her Em & Sparkles(which technically isn’t a hc since it happened in the comics ig I just think he would do it often)

In a similar vein Emma is always referring to him as Anthony. So much so that when another telepath or maybe shapeshifter tries to trick Tony into believing they’re Emma he catches on when the trickster refers to him as Tony instead of Anthony

Emma helps him tend to his bruises/wounds

The first time Tony catches Emma wearing his shirt immediately the heart eyes pop out. 1) because it’s the first time he sees her in something so casual 2) because well it’s his shirt duh

The first time Emma tries to cook for Tony is the last time Emma ever tries to cook for Tony as it ends with him putting out a fire and them ordering shawarma. He appreciated the effort though

They bond over their upbringings and daddy issues

Emma mocks Tony for being unimpressive without his suit. Tony in return mocks Emma for being unimpressive without her powers. Leads to them having a sparring session to settle it. Let’s just say they both win

Emma always acts disinterested when Tony rants about his tech stuff but she secretly loves seeing him nerd out about something he’s passionate about

When Riri meets Emma at first she thinks she’s sus(and it’s Emma so like fair) but eventually Riri warms up to her, but not enough to accept her job offers to work at Frost International. And unlike with Tony, Emma never pretends to be disinterested in Riri’s inventions. It’s always obvious she’s super invested, and when Tony calls her out on it Emma just says it’s because Riri’s way cooler than him(which she is)

Tony spoils the Stepford Cuckoos rotten, like even Emma thinks it’s a little much

Emma shows him some moves she learned back when she danced at the Hellfire Club

They calm each other down after waking up from nightmares

Emma initially assumes that since their marriage is a marriage of convenience he has no interest in being faithful or monogamous. Plus she’s used to feeling like 2nd choice because of Scott. It surprises her when Tony is willing to stay faithful and treat her like the queen she is

[eveysnotebook]

dating Emma Frost hcs ⋆.ೃ࿔*

this is strictly wlw!!

it’s also my first time writing for her, so please excuse anything ooc! (^_^)

• she’s a very passionate person when it comes to you and her beliefs, so expect very deep and meaningful talks at random times

• she would never do anything meaningfully mean to you, she tries her best to watch her tone and attitude so she doesn’t hurt your feelings

• but she will absolutely hurt peoples feelings for you, someone got your order wrong at a high end restaurant? she’s complaining!

• she uses pet names such as; darling, my love, beautiful, sweetheart.

• “come here for a moment, sweetheart.”

• “Your wonderful, my love.”

• she may not always say it, but she really does love you.

• she shows most of her affection through gifts, you’ll find a beautiful necklace on your bathroom counter, the next day a matching pair of earrings.

• when with Emma, the food is always delicious. she doesn’t tolerate poorly made food!

• takes forever in the bathroom, she gets distracted looking at herself and fixing her hair.

• she loves praise!!

• “your so pretty, Emma!” “I know, darling.”

• she may brush it off as if she’s told that often (she is) but it feels special when you say it to her.

• loves to wear matching dresses, jewelry, ect at parties. especially hellfire gala.

• you can trust her word, if you ask if your hair looks okay, Emma always tells the truth.

• “your hair looks awful, my love. let me fix it for you.”

• spa days are common occurrence with Emma, manicures, massages, hot tubs, everything you could think of!

• she loves to spoil you so much!

• you always feel loved when with Emma, you can practically feel it radiating off of her.

Emma Frost please marry me 🙇‍♀️

[elusiveweekend]

seeing you active always makes me happy. hope your holiday season is amazing! what do you think emma and scott’s first christmas with ruby/megan would be like? do you think the cuckoos, rachel, or illyana (honorary first daughter) would also be there?

awww. thank you! graduate school is kicking my ass tbh so i've been spending more time offline nowadays 🥹

BUT yes. yes yes yes.

okay so i feel like... their first xmas with megan would be so so cute (meg is the first born in my every scemma! parents au so). i think emma would definitely dress her up in a cute outfit and never ever stop taking pictures. scott would tie her hair into pigtails (because emma is, in fact, only good at doing her own hair) and keep carrying her next to the window so she gets to enjoy her first snow. he would also give her the star for the christmas tree and help her place it to the top. and YES the cuckoos, illyana and rachel would be there. although im pretty sure illyana would lowkey regret it 😭

rachel would occasionally steal her for snack trips to the kitchen (emma does not allow megan to have too much sugar, but whoops! guess rachel forgot! :))

and because this is the house of frost-summers, in a few years there'd be more siblings in the house! i don't know why -- ok i ACTUALLY do: it's probably megan's adaptation as this real mature kid on xmen the end -- but megan gives me too mature for her own sake eldest daughter vibes. i feel like once ruby and her twin (RUBY HAS A TWIN. very important. very mindful. very demure) would be little menaces and would keep messing with meg, the cuckoos and rachel (illyana is too scary) while they're minding their own businesses.

highkey ruby being a little fuck and always annoying the rest of her siblings is one of my favorite family hcs im ngl.

also as a side note, some physical hc's: megan summers is a brunette and except for her eyes (she has emma's eyes) a carbon copy of scott. ruby is blonde BUT she gets it from one of her uncles because emma is a bottle blonde. overall, she has more of emma's features on her. besides her powers, you can only see scott's eyebrows, eyes and shoulders on her.

last but not least i named ruby's twin christian after emma's brother (because fuck alex? i cant remember why they named their son alex in that au emma would never do that?) and he can do chlorokinesis<3 (honestly summers kids need powers other than telepathy & telekinesis it's getting boring atp)

ty for asking for an adhd girlie's hcs!! <3 have a good one x

[diam1nd]

💎 # DIAM1ND private & heavily influenced from my own headcanons , EMMA FROST THE WHITE QUEEN ; of the 616 universe & extended into dc, etc . primary verse taking place prior to X - APOCALYPSE, or if you're mcu, prior to civil war. as managed by dior 25+ , she/her.

⁰¹ starter call. ⁰² memes. ⁰³ hc/musings. ⁰⁴ carrd. 💎 writing alongside : jean. tony. bucky. wanda. byasha / rachel.

💎 RULES first and foremost, my emma is not only telepathic but telekinetic as well. her mind 100% cannot be read by other telepaths unless plotted w/ me first. ⁰¹ mutually exclusive to interact and will not fb personals. all are welcome to send in memes and request starters if we're mutual. formatting does not matter w/ me, but for reference i use comic caps & s.idney sw.eeney as fc. i write w/ ocs and multiple of the same muse. even open to writing with additional emmas! multiship. if you link multi-shipping to cheating ic, i am not the rp partner for you. ⁰² no hate, anon is always off. i only softblock/hardblock when i feel uncomfortable. (please read my dni disclaimer .)  please have a mun name visible before following. ⁰³ i make all of my gfx unless stated otherwise.  &&  thats it.  don't be a creep and respect one another is all i ask for. * i'm private this time due to a conflict regarding the mun that goes by apollo. i will not stand for any sort of abuse and urge everyone to be careful. i ask that everyone who is affiliated w/ them to not write w/ me or come in my space. respectively. i do have multiple things in place to safely remove any content. if i followed you, it's because i wanted to thank you for your support prior to my prev blog deletion. *update, for his reference since i know he has been camping my blog and ss'd this post, i did not CALL you an abuser. i'm stating how you made me and many many others feel. the gaslighting is unreal and you can't discredit someones feelings.* post here.

[grandpizzaponypie]

Reality’s of living in a superhero world is all I think about

I just know the nerds in superhero worlds go BRAZY

Trading cards of your favs, omg the prices of signed copies. People handing them decorated like photo cards. Photo cards of your fav 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ omg image getting saved and asking for a photo so you could make oneeeeeeee

Justice leagues/ averages official merch drops would look like battle fields lawdy

Good imports around the galaxy/supernatural world being to set up port after realzing earth had made it past its arcane stage (aka realized life exist outside of their own)

I know Halloween is so teaaaaaaaasaaaaaaaa, image being a little kid and finally seeing a hero who looked like you and dressing up as them yessssssssss

Which superhero’s you think got a patent on there name, Tony fsssssssssssss. The fanatic four do too

Edits of hero’s in action 😃

Music festivals and Emma frost just chilling with her daughters and the pictures going rival cause we alr know Emma would be a celebrity ⁉️‼️‼️‼️‼️ I know the met gala hate to see the Wayne family cominggggggg

The idea of fan wars expect its genuine villain Stan’s vs superhero Stan’s *insert thread on Twitter of everything victor von doom has done wrong in response to onna his fans shitting on the fanatic 4

The beef between ppl with tec from Queen industry’s and Luthor Corp mirroring iPhone v Android.

Imagine a popular influencer on a brand trip sponsored by lex corp. omg all the think pieces that would come out of that

God tier rage baiting Loki on twitter >>> Rage baiting joker (he’s older so it��s lowkey easy and the danger level would not stop ppl)

At the same time getting rage baited by Loki on twitter I equally as funny

I just know the humanitys majors having a fucking field dayyyyyyyyyy, Thor walking in the flesh on your campus !!!!!!! A living breathing Amazonian teaching you Ancient Greek class

The jokes about working for hockheed and Martin no 🙅🏽‍♀️ jokes about working for Lordtech

Liek China town it’s like Magic town where a bunch of non human people live and all the architecture looks different and it’s bustling for all different culture and markets

Political implications of superhero’s omfg I could go ONNNNNNN FOREVERRRR *cough Wally west republican jokes already exist imagine seeing your fav at a political conference*

Hero/villain fan pages

Following hero’s on social media !!!!!! Johnny storm liking your art of him on your page !!!!! Being able to @ shehulk in your post and she reposts it on her story cause you we sweet and a wonderful conversation ‼️‼️‼️

Magneto/ Bruce Wayne speaking at Jewish events

Black lighting speaking event recognizing black ppls achievements

Forge at a land back event

Ms. Marvel speaking at Muslim events

(I hc cloak and dagger based on the show so I place them in New Orleans)

Cloak speaking at a black history event in New Orleans.

Shang chi speaking at Asian events

(Again I don’t agree much with the aquaman movies but I do like the Pacific Islander change they made so I hc that too)

Aquaman speaking at an event for Pacific Islander

PETA loosing its mind regularly about all the knew mythical creatures it has to keep up with

Seeing someone fitted down in public and learning theyre wearing Atlantian/Wakandan fabrics

Getting the letter in the mail saying you’ve been accepted to go to the Fantastic University founded and partial built by the fanatic four and ofc they will be guest professors on campus

The fda having to hire a whole new department of research for outer planetary/ mythical food

Currency discussions, the boom and resurgence of bartering

Slur discourse/ oppression Olympics being a whole different best

Like tornado chasers there villain fight chasers, researching and trynna plan were to be for the next blow out between a villain and hero.

Sasaeng but for hero’s

Monsterfckers highkey having to fight for legislation to legalize their marriages cause it’s now a very real situation.

All manner of random shit just kinda pops up in random places so now your random middle of nowhere Measum has a genuine demonic artifact/ old suit of a hero

A list celebrity now includes names like — Storm, Hulk, Green arrow, Black panther, wonder women , flash, Batman, Superman , Harley Quin, Black lighting, Captain America, Magneto, Xavier

B list celebrity’s be like — Constantine, Batwomen, Venom, Blue beetle, Bumblebee, Donna Troy. Daredevil, Black cat, Cloak and dagger

Nepo bby talk that ensues about side kicks and heroing

[ayoungeststark]

I probably should write a hc about Logan's thoughts on Emma Frost but first— let me tell you that his favorite X-man is — you probably guess it— dr. Hank McCoy. You can bet that whenever Logan happens to be at Xavier’s, he’s probably gonna be following Hank around, wanting to see whatever he’s doing and bombarding him the most various questions.

But ! he also really likes Shadowcat ( rumor says he had a crush on her when he was younger but if you ask him, he'll probably deny this ).

[shapeshiftersandfire]

I see transgirl!Jean idk about genderqueer tho explain

yeah! so on the marvel wiki page for the phoenix force (earth 616) it lists the phoenix's gender as "agender," so it was kinda from there (and that while phoenix has mostly had female hosts, it's also had the odd male host) that this whole hc came about.

(also please note that everything else i'm going to say is based on the 90s animated series)

my hc is that phoenix had been in jean's head long enough that she got a pretty good idea of who she (phoenix) was as a person, she had a pretty decent sense of self...except that everyone around her kept referring to her as "she" and after a while....that felt off.

of all people, emma frost is the one who realizes there's something off with phoenix, beyond the obvious (wyngarde is starting to lose his control over her and emma knows that, but no one wanted to listen to her). she pulls phoenix aside and has a discussion with her that helps her realize she would much rather prefer they/them pronouns.

(is this a little farfetched? perhaps. but bear with me.)

and once phoenix is gone, jean has this feeling she can't get rid of, it's like this itch she can't scratch and she has no idea what it is or what to even do about it, but she remembers the conversation phoenix had had with emma and realizes if she doesn't at least try this, it's going bug her. so. she switches. gives it a try. asks scott to use they/them pronouns for them. and it feels so much better.

in short: post-phoenix possession jean realizes she/her pronouns aren't doing it for her and switches to they/them (maybe at some point they try they/she pronouns or she/they? jean can do whatever they want)

[tumblebub]

The thing is that there are REAL minority groups within the marvel universe. I always think when you have characters like Luke Cage confront actual racism, then what is the point in the “mutant metaphor”?

Especially when you consider that there are certain mutants who have oppressed & enslaved people as well as other mutants. Hell, there are multiple mutant characters that are straight up NAZIS

Not to mention the Hellfire Club, whose used their mutant powers to gain wealth & power & whose members dressed as & modelled themselves after the English aristocracy of the 18th century. Hardly what we would think of as a marginalised group of people (remember when the X-Men were captured by the HC during the Phoenix Saga, in Mastermind’s illusion Storm was a slave)

Yet for decades now Marvel has pushed this idea that ALL mutants, even the aforementioned Mister Sinister, Strucker Twins & the Hellfire Club are all as brutally oppressed as mutants like Glob Herman or Beak, & as has essentially used mutants as a whole as a proxy for every single other minority group under the sun. This is how we get Alex Summers, the straightest, whitest, blonde haired, blue eyed cis man as a member of the Avengers Unity Squad to represent the mutant community & how people like Emma Frost & Wolverine can get away with lecturing people of colour on their “mutant bigotry”

When you have minority characters like Luke Cage or Black Panther go up against real bigots & then have them confront their “mutant” prejudice when mutants in the marvel universe can be anything from a blob skeleton jelly to a reality warping god to a nazi with a leather fetish, it really makes the whole premise come across as profoundly goofy. My point? Marvel should either really try & think about how mutants actually intersect with other minority groups, & have some of the prominent members actually reckon with their own white privilege, or just stop trying to make these characters coexist in a larger superhero universe that they really honestly don’t belong in(that & I would REALLY love to see a black Avengers knock Cyclops upside his stupid head:))

Sometimes I think certain X-Men fans get a bit confused with why other Marvel comic readers get frustrated with how bigotry against mutants is depicted in X-Men comics.

It isn't that we aren't aware that bigotry is often random, contradictory, and hypocritical.

The issue is that if you actually sit down and read non X-Men comics, the issue of bigotry against people with superpowers is far from unique.

Vision at one point is the victim of targeted suicide bombers, who find their very existence disgusting and horrifying. That rejection contributes to their house burning down, along with Wanda being a Rromani mutant. They are time and time again depicted as facing hatred and bigotry, both from the outside world but even from their own teammates on the Avengers. The Fantastic Four have various storylines where society turns on them, where they are suddenly seen as villains, and Ben especially deals with a lot of outside hatred and anger. Spiderman has had a news conglomerate spout negative articles and fuel social hatred since like, day one of Spider-Man comics. Hulk also suffers from an exaggerated bad reputation.

And yet within the remit of X-Men comics and crossovers, writers will often act like these people are uniquely privileged, or that the groups of people who read the Daily Bugle and think Spiderman is a menace aren't going to be the same people at the anti-mutant rallies? The same people who literally kill themselves just for a chance at killing The Vision too probably don't have Church of Humanity memberships? That's where the frustration, at least on my end, comes from. And I can appreciate that having two groups of superheroes beat each other up is more interesting to draw than say, The Vision and Nightcrawler having an interesting conversation about the nuances of bigotry, but it's just frustrating how little it's acknowledged that the X-Men are not a unique case, despite the fact that if you read non X-Men comics you will often come across the same tropes and storylines anyway.