PEOPLE WILL BELIEVE ANYTHING

indie + semi-selective rp blog for QUENTIN BECK from the MCU // slightly canon-divergent + NOT SPOILER FREE // regretfully written by ren

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send me “i’ll shoot” to press a gun to my muse’s head .

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@illuseroe asked “I haven’t seen a hero like you before.”

               “MAYBE  I’M  NOT  A  HERO.”  It’s  a  question  that  she  finds  herself  asking  a  lot,  lately.  Of  course,  she’s  trying  to  help  people  now.  SAVING  lives,  protecting  the  VULNERABLE,  making  good  on  her  promise  to  live  a  life  to  keep  the  universe  safe.  The  same  universe  that  far  too  many  LOST  their  lives  to  protect.  But  can  the  actions  of  today  make  up  for  the  destruction  of  the  past?

                         How  can  she  hope  to  protect  the  universe  when  her  NIGHTMARES  are  so  often  plagued  by  it’s  decimation?

               “Not  like  one  we’re  USED  TO,  at  least.  But  I  think  you’re  being  a  little  hypocritical  here,  seeing  as  how…  Well.  Seeing  as  how  I’ve  never  seen  one  like  you  before,  either.”  The  question  HIDES  beneath  her  innocent  remark;  you  tell  me  your  secrets,  I’ll  tell  you  mine.  Her  heroic  ventures  are  marked  by  the  BLAZE  of  the  Stone,  one  which  SIMMERS  in  her  hands  even  now,  and  a  neat  muzzle,  smooth,  breathable  fabric  that  tucks  up  over  her  mouth  and  nose  with  a  deft  tug  on  the  loop.  It’s  a  WONDER  she  isn’t  being  named  the  next  masked  vigilante.

                “If  you  have  the  TIME,  my  superhero  cave  is  around  the  corner.  Maybe  we  could  share  some  tips.  The  name  of  your  suit  tailor,  for  ONE  thing!  I’m  feeling  a  little  under-dressed  next  to  you  and  your  cape.”

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I’ve never seen one like you before, either.

That comment kind of surprises Quentin. He’d deliberately modeled Mysterio after Dr. Strange; his powers were magical enough to elicit an otherworldly-feel from the character, while still being familiar to an audience that they wouldn’t mistake him for a villain. Although Peter Parker, poor kid, would probably swoop in and claim that Quentin truly was a bad guy.

Ah, there he goes, getting too caught up in that thought when it didn’t matter.

Picking a piece of lint off of the stupid ridiculous-looking unwieldy always-wrinkled cape, Quentin rolls back his shoulders and fixes his posture. “At least someone here recognizes I’m not a Dr. Strange rip-off,” he says and he winks casually to accentuate the sarcastic joke. 

She’s definitely different from the other heroes he’s seen, although Quentin cannot place how.

No one can see it, but he sends most of the drones scurrying away. He’s wearing the costume today (unfortunately), so there’s no need to keep the illusion going. “I’d give you the name if I could, but unfortunately, he’s not exactly alive anymore. Plus, there’s the whole issue of travelling between universes...” it would be a sad comment, but Quentin manages to bring some humor into it. Mysterio is able to find the silver lining in anything. He’s not as much of a quipper as Spider-Man, but he’s capable of humor.

“I’m impressed they let you build a cave in an overcrowded city like this. Whose tax dollars are you using?” Might as well sling some good-natured humor back at her.

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                ˙ ˖ ˙ ˖ ♢    you can’t put anything past her  ――  ex-hydra  ――  been around for over a  hundred  years. she learned a lot throughout her career with hydra. it isn’t like she  t r u l y  cares, though. his little secret had  no  real worth to her. what would she gain from it ?

                 still, she smirks as he speaks, like she  knows  something he doesn’t.  ‘do you think i’m mysterio?’  iskra almost can’t contain a smile. he was trying to oversell her a story she  wouldn’t  buy. his face changes from playful to concentrated  &&  hers from shocked to amused.

                 when he offers her a seat, she accepts, ❝  gladly.  ❞  iskra wastes no time getting  straight  to the point. why waste time having him go on about how he’s  most definitely  n o t  mysterio ?

                 ❝  please, save yourself the energy, hm ?  you don’t have to lie to me, bloom.  ❞  her voice is low enough so only he can hear  &&  the genuine confusion is  c l e a r  on her face. ❝  why hide away when the world loves you ?  ❞ she didn’t get it. the world loved him  almost  as much as they loved their  dear  iron man. 

it doesn’t make sense.

                 she wished she was in his position :  being a hero  &&  all. it was a far bit too late for that though. 

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Again with that name. Quentin’s face contracts for a micro-second.

Then he remembers: it’s her. She worked with him at Stark Industries; they had said a few words to each other here and there, but never much more than a few pleasantries. Maybe they sat beside each other at some meetings. Either way, it feels like a lifetime ago. The details are hazy.

She knows Daniel Bloom. That is a problem. What’s a bigger problem is that she knows Daniel Bloom is Mysterio.

Reassess the situation; turn it in your favor. You can save this, Beck. You can use her.

She is speaking lowly so as not to draw attention to them, so it’s clear that she doesn’t want the world to know the truth. At least it seems she can use that pulsating mass of matter between her ears. What’s her name again...?

At this point Quentin knows to stop beating around the bush. He must build rapport. Make it clear that he “trusts” her and that she can trust him. She doesn’t want to expose Mysterio to the world; and even if she did, Quentin is confident he could save Mysterio from a girl like her. Right now she’s no threat.

This is a reunion amongst old coworkers.

A quick cursory glance around tells Quentin that no one is listening. He sighs, gives her a small ‘whoa’ of a smile. “You worked at Stark Industries with me. Sorry to say I don’t remember your name. It was so long ago; I’m sure you understand.”

He adjusts his collared shirt. “I had some...issues after Peter Parker almost killed me. It’s embarrassing, almost getting murdered by a 16 year old, but I had to go into hiding until Mysterio is ready to face the world again.”

Time to state the obvious: “You don’t work for Stark anymore.” It’s an invitation for her to tell him about her own life.

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Nightcrawler (2014) dir. Dan Gilroy

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Oh, he wasn’t coming. God. The one time she attempted to be moderately outgoing! Perhaps it was karma.

She poked her head in again, bottle now in hand.

“I lied, apparently it’s champagne. Come on, Bloom. It’ll only be for a few minutes. Then you can come back here. You don’t even have to drink it, just at least get a glass of water and hydrate. Come on, you know little breaks are good for you. You’ll get fresh eyes back on it.”

She’s back. Daniel glances up from his project at the wall, a slight hiss of irritation worming its way around his chest. For a moment his grip tightens around the screwdriver in his hands. Then the anger disappears. He likes Lenora, truly, he does. She’s smart, inquisitive, knows her stuff, even though she can be fairly closed off at times.

He doesn’t dislike any of his coworkers. He and Stark hadn’t been seeing eye-to-eye for some time, but he doesn’t dislike Tony at all. Just finds him...difficult sometimes. He loves his work, loves Stark Industries. It isn’t fair for Daniel to take his anger out on someone who’s just trying to help him unwind. So he relaxes. Shoulders droop down to his side. 

And that champagne does sound really good.

“You win,” he relents, placing the screwdriver on the desk. He wipes his hands off on a small rag and then crosses over to Lenora, plucking the bottle from her palms. For a moment he makes eye contact with her, smirks, and then gestures her towards the employee lounge. “Let’s at least sit on some comfortable couches while we celebrate.”

When they arrive, Daniel wants to throw himself into the pillows and sleep until the conference. But he’s got to open the bottle first. “Where’s the cork opener?” He asks after a few minutes of rummaging around, hands flying to his side quizzically.

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“Oh, yeah, no problem! My nephew bought a 24 pack last month and we’ve been trying to think of creative ways to get rid of them before they go bad.” 

So many omelettes.

–Ah! It was her turn. She stepped forward and gave a friendly smile to the attendant, asking for her usual. As they went to work, she stepped back – as if it mattered how close she was to the counter and…. waited.

“… So, uh, what brings you to Queens?”

That’s certainly a lot of eggs. Quentin eats eggs pretty much every day, but even he sticks to the dozen packs. 24 seems like way too high of a number. Maybe Peter’s metabolism had undergone a little spark after getting bit? That could make sense. Quentin’s never been into biochemistry, but even he is curious to know Peter Parker’s physiology after that spider got him.

The basket is beginning to rub at the inside of his knuckles. Quentin adjusts his grip on the bag by swinging it from one hand to the other. “I’m a freelancer,” he explains, “And I do a lot of publication work. Stuff with writing, reporting, photography, editing...I also do a little bit of mechanical engineering work here and there. A place like New York is kind of a safe haven for a person like me.” He smiles, a dazzling thing. “Lots of people, lots of jobs. And because I do freelance, I work on a sliding scale, which a lot of people find attractive.”

Robert Darko opts to wait while May waits on the attendant. “...What do you do?”

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❈ Angsty headcanons

been cheated on | been bullied | told a horrible lie | stolen something of value | overdosed on drugs | been drunk | cheated | bullied | punched someone in the face | been beaten up | broken a bone | been admitted to a hospital | had a near - death experience | been drugged | done drugs | smoked | kissed someone you weren’t attracted to | bled severely| killed someone | had an attempt on your life | made an attempt on your own life | lost someone | loved someone | gone without food for over three days | gone without sleep for over three days | been tortured | been slapped by a parent or higher up | been abused by someone who should have loved/appreciated/valued you | had a panic attack | been in a car accident | had sex | had sex with a stranger | passed out from pain | cried yourself to sleep | spent a whole day in bed | hurt yourself | taken your anger out on yourself | taken your anger out on someone you love | been used | felt fucking used | been terrified | played a cruel game on someone | been dominant | been submissive | been forced to smile | felt too many things at once | laughed when you felt like crying

Tagged by: @iillusiionary tysm!!

Tagging: Anyone who hasn’t (it’s been a bit since i’ve been here so idk who has done it and hasn’t)

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I just rewatched Nightcrawler which thus sparked my Quentin muse because Lou is a remarkably similar character (albeit very different in some regards) and I’ve got a little bit more energy today, yay, so I’ll be doing some replies!

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❛ I’ll call you when the party’s over. ❜

Leaning back in his chair, Quentin rubs a hand across his beard. “Sure,” he says almost lazily, “You do that.” How odd to team up with another him. And here he had been doubting the idea of a multiverse.

A tilting smile, then. His eyes light up almost mischievously, if not for the fact that Quentin felt almost triumphant. “...Save some champagne for me.” He runs his fingers across the helmet of his 3D-mesh suit. How he loathes this thing. Hates the feel of the suit against his body, despises how he looks in it. It’s a step up from the costume, but that’s not saying much.

Casting a knowing glance at his alternate, Quentin rolls his head about lazily. “Maybe it’s time we look into alternatives to this ridiculous outfit,” he says, and an ugly sneer mars his jaw. “After all this is over.”

Quentin Number Two can handle the dirty work.

We both prefer to be at the head of the pack, anyways.

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So! Depression’s kicking my ass r/n! And I need to not stress out about the blog. While I hate to say “I’m taking a bit of a break” from it, so soon after I made it, I think I may need to do that for now and put less pressure on myself.

People who interact with me a lot on Discord/on places other than tumblr probably have noticed that I’m not super responsive as of late and I apologize for that. Family circumstances and dysphoria have been god awful recently and it’s been trickling into my relationships w people. If I don’t reply, it’s not that I dislike you or anything, I’m running on low battery and I haven’t had an opportunity to recharge. I thought I was doing ok, but it turns out I’m not :’)

So I’ll be lurking for now and I may or may not reply on Discord (ren#9125 if people want to add me; mutuals only pls) but…ya! Just gotta take time for myself.

That’s all from me for now.

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So! Depression’s kicking my ass r/n! And I need to not stress out about the blog. While I hate to say “I’m taking a bit of a break” from it, so soon after I made it, I think I may need to do that for now and put less pressure on myself.

People who interact with me a lot on Discord/on places other than tumblr probably have noticed that I’m not super responsive as of late and I apologize for that. Family circumstances and dysphoria have been god awful recently and it’s been trickling into my relationships w people. If I don’t reply, it’s not that I dislike you or anything, I’m running on low battery and I haven’t had an opportunity to recharge. I thought I was doing ok, but it turns out I’m not :’)

So I’ll be lurking for now and I may or may not reply on Discord (ren#9125 if people want to add me; mutuals only pls) but...ya! Just gotta take time for myself.

That’s all from me for now.

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THE RETURN OF THE POSITIVITY!          |||          SUPER SOULS 2K19

@spycrft : hi hello yes i am ??? blown away by you and your blog?? like honestly idek where to begin! you just have such a fantastic ability to write, and a brilliant grasp of robin’s character!! i can hear her in your writing, see her, it’s all so well-captured that i forget the scenes you’re writing about aren’t canon ( yet u funky lil genius bc if u don’t become one of the writers for the show i’ll riot ) your blog is GORGEOUS! like it really is gorgeous i’m in love! and you radiate this amazing warmth and amicable rapport with all your writing partners!! you’re just here to have fun and make friends and write and no other bullshit, and it’s such a wonderful thing like !! i know i’m not gonna be scrolling through miles of dash drama w you bc you know exactly what you’re here for, and you just !!! you’re so GOOD!! tysm for being you!!

@whlurs : such. a. good. blog! like listen if aoife belle doesn’t appear in season 4 idk WHAT i’ll do! she’s such a good and real character! the inclusion of historical events, the interlinking of the world that st seems to ignore, it’s all so GOOD!! like honestly, i mean this, tysm for making her! there’s this real and beautiful vulnerability to her that you just can’t ignore, she even LOOKS like a wheeler, like !!! is there anything you HAVEN’T thought of?? and on top of that!! you’re honestly such a lovely mun! you have so much excitement and energy and just !! like i cannot wait to write w you! i’m just uhhhh awkward?? and dumb?? but yes, ily and i love ur blog!! tysm for being you!

@egoteric​ : holy shit, idek how to put into words how awesome you are!! like ??? you have such a phenomenal grasp of tony as a character! and you write BEAUTIFULLY, like together that is a lethal combination like ur just trying to kill me w the ic posts now!! ( BUT IN A GOOD WAY LIKE PLS DON’T STOP UNLESS U WANT TO BC I’M IN LOVE! ) seriously tho, you understand him so well, and you have such a brilliant way of approaching him with this tact and subtlety that just !!! oof it gives me goosebumps over how good it all is!! AND YOU’RE SO LOVELY TOO!! like god almighty you are so good and kind and caring! you have this bubbly personality and you love tony and you love your friends and it’s just !!! so good to see all of that! tysm for being you!!

@illuseroe : *CHEF KISSES ALL ROUND TBH* there is so much to love abt u and ur blog! you just,,,, you GET quentin! you understand him, you have all of these distinct and wonderful verses and he thrives in each and every one of them! you capture his voice so well! you can see him and head him in your words, like it doesn’t even feel like i’m reading! and you’re so wonderfully supportive of all your writing partners and friends!! you radiate this wonderful and positive energy that i’m so happy and blessed to see on the dash, and i just !!! i love everything about your blog and you!  tysm for being you!

@angelspoken : UM HI I’M IN LOVE??? like sweet jesus idk where to start!! your entire blog is beautiful and an ode to madame tracy! you write her with this brilliant knack for her voice, you bring her to life right there on the dash, and your writing is oh so WONDERFUL! your headcanons are amazing!! ( bc she IS a weed grandma!! ) and you just bring this bright and lovely vibe to the dash! you’re so kind and friendly to everyone who interacts with you, and i’m so glad to see you on the dash!! tysm for being you!

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❛ Don’t ask questions, you don’t wanna know. ❜

“Ok. Let me get this straight: a self-proclaimed demi-god shows up on my doorstep saying he’s seen me die. Said self-proclaimed demi-god then proceeds to follow me around better than my own shadow, then gets mad when I ask him questions about what the other universes are like.”

Quentin folds his arms across his chest skeptically. His hips jut forward as he leans back on one of his feet. “You give me absolute minimal information to rub in my face so you can imply you know more than me. Which, if you really are from another universe, you’d know I hate that more than anything. But,” he pauses and presses the pad of his finger to his thumb and continues, “the moment I press you for more information you clam up. That’s not how this works.” I’m the boss here.

He turns back around on his heel and types something into his keyboard. A blue screen flashes; Quentin moves a few lines of code around. “You’re losing my trust and I’m starting to doubt you’re from another dimension. If you want to stay, you better start talking.” he says, accentuating the final word of his sentence with a keystroke. Back turned to Cam and silhouetted in blue light, the finality of the sentence weighs down between them.

Start talking. Or get lost.

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❛ One of us is gonna lose. ‘

“Obviously,” Quentin says, an eyebrow framing his face quizzically. “And it’s going to be me. You’re cheating,” he says, and he points accusingly at the shooters fastened around Peter’s wrists. A half-laugh rises in his throat.

“There’s no way my Ford can compete with that in rush hour traffic.” He smiles despite the complaining nature of his voice. “That’s not even a race.”

This Spider-Man is young; younger than Peter. Of course he would have been excited to propose they race on the way to Quentin’s newest freelance job. The kid had started hanging around more often, trying to get Quentin to help him clear Spider-Man’s name, and while he’d done a good job at throwing him off of his trail until now, Spider-Man was relentless.

“Go home, kid,” he tries again, wrist flicking in a ‘shoo, shoo’ sort of way.

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You didn't have to be evil you know. You could have been a real hero.

A listless shrug. While Quentin’s typically keen and inquisitive, heavy-lidded eyes stare back at Peter with boredom.

First off: “I”m surprised you found me.” I almost killed you. You almost killed me. I’ve sent you into hiding. I’m a mastermind at erasing my trail.

Second off: “I’m not evil.” The word ‘evil’ bounces off his tongue with sudden disdain. He can’t blame Peter for viewing him as a bad guy, really, it still bothers Quentin. Trying to save people from themselves makes you a bad guy? You lose people for the greater good. All the time.

Fingers play with the coffee cup before him. When he lifts it, a brown ring rests behind on the fluorescent-white table. Sighing, Quentin draws a napkin and wipes it away. “I am a real hero. You’re a kid in a sweatsuit, living off of Stark’s money. If you didn’t have Tony, you wouldn’t even be here.”

Drawing a long sip of his coffee, Quentin places it on top of the napkin and interlocks his fingers. “Look, kid. I know you see me as some…villain. And honestly, I can’t blame you for that. But if you want an apology, you’re not getting one. I’d do it all again in a heartbeat if it means the world can believe in something.”

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Been busy. Will be busy today. Hopefully will get to replies tonight, but no promises X_X

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I’ll finish up those starters tomorrow most likely; some people are coming over to watch Inception (which, ftr, I’ve seen probably 20+ times and I think everyone on the planet should watch it). :]