Scarlet Witch & Star on the cover of Star #2
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Scarlet Witch & Star on the cover of Star #2
mothershriek:
❝ well hello there, aren’t you a sweet looking thing? want to play a game? come a little c l o s e r ~ ❞
“I only play games I can win. Thankfully, I have a little cheat.” The Infinity Stone flared up in her chest. “You still want to play?”
The Babysitter (2017) dir. McG
@drmoonstones
A bitch was coming for her brand.
That wasn’t very eloquent -- no matter how true it was. It was a decidedly crass way of turning an internalized fear into a concrete statement. She had never been crass growing up. No, Ripley Ryan was bubblegum and fuchsia; she was pop rocks and pep to mask a sociopathic nature and years of trauma and abuse. Sociopath. Ha. It was easy to slap a diagnosis on things, wasn’t it? She wasn’t a sociopath. Ripley was a goddamn survivor.
Once upon a time, she’d been a writer. Not a good one, per se. Not good, not bad: the Ripley Ryan story. It was one of mediocrity. Good enough to get the job done but not stand out. Pretty enough to get the first date -- and maybe a trip back to her place after -- but never any further. Jesus, it was depressing. It had called for an entire personality and aesthetics reset. All that work and she still wasn’t content. That ever shifting part of her -- the part she so painstakingly worked to conceal with copious amounts of blush and lipstick in the wrong shade -- hissed that she never would. Some people were malcontented, and that was true for the storm of the woman who hid under the guise of a sunny sky.
Minn-erva may have augmented Ripley, but she didn’t make her. Ripley made herself. The Infinity Stone may have charged her, but she powered herself. Ripley was undeniable now, she liked to think. She was reality bound to flesh. That had to count for something, right?
In this instance, however, it was Ripley who was the usurper. She was the one infringing on the brand. There was a line of people who hated Carol Danvers and already a prominent blonde had staked her claim. Had Ripley more been cognizant and there existed less of a maelstrom beneath her skin, she would have moved on. She’d cut her losses because Carol won. She had punched a hole in Ripley’s chest and killed her -- and for what? To stop her reign of terror, sure. Whatever. Ripley was lucky to be alive, or whatever state she currently existed in. Ripley was pretty sure she was fully resurrected/reborn/whatever you wanted to call it. Her heart still beat a miserable staccato and her lungs cried for air. The only difference was the Reality Stone nestled in the hollow of her chest.
It was with an unearned confidence that she made her way down the graying halls of Ravencroft. The place unnerved her; the entire building just radiated bad vibes. It made her think of the Raft, and that sure as hell wasn’t a place that Ripley wanted to revisit. Been there, done with that shit. The glasses on her face were an unnecessary weight she had gotten used to living without despite spending the majority of her life in them. They were as much for show as the pink dress she had squeezed into. Under the surface, just out of view, her uniform laid concealed by a glamour. There had to be some points she could get for subtly and not strolling in with her cape out in its full glory.
“-- ‘sup, doc?” The swinging door heralded her entrance into the office space. Make new friends, they said. Get to know your team. There were three -- count ‘em -- separate Thunderbolt rosters but the supposed Dark Thunderbolts were packing heat.
There was a wolves smile as Ripley took in the other blonde, pointed incisors bared. “Sorry it so long to get here. Traffic is terrible today.” That was a joke; she had flown. “And I’m sorry to drop in uninvited, but I figured if we’re gonna be teamies then we should get to know each other. So, tell me,” a pause for dramatic effect. “What’s your favorite color?”
spiderxling:
“Hey! How’s it hanging? You know ‘cuz I’m— yeah, you get it. Anyway, somethin’ I can help you with?”
“You. You’re the one who chased me around the other day.” Or had that been the other Spider-man? She didn’t care. She was seeing red and blue, and that pissed her off.
spectormcrc:
Donning his flat cap, Jake rolled his window down when he noticed the presence of someone standing on the curb outside of his cab. “You lookin’ for a ride? Or are you just going to keep standing there mirándome?
“Careful,” Ripley tsked. “I don’t like your tone.” She was irritable as hell. It was all try and do good and have everyone still think you’re bad. It was enough to make her want to erase someone from existence. “I’m not in a good mood today.”
antivenym:
“Ugh… Hi? Normally people knock first.”
Clothing. She gave the command as the Infinity Stone did its job. “There. Now you owe me one.”
spectormcrc:
Marc walked through the exit of the Metropolitan Museum of Art and onto 5th Avenue, glaring daggers at Steven through the reflection of the doors as he stepped onto the sidewalk. “If you’re gonna shove me to the front when you’re at work, you gotta give me a warning next time, bud.” Turns out, shitty bosses weren’t exclusive to the museums in London. His new manager wasn’t nearly as demeaning as Donna, but Steven still found himself overwhelmed enough to take the backseat right in the middle of his last tour. Marc had to stumble his way through it with his bad imitation of Steven’s accent, but they were finally off. Sorry, mate. Couldn’t really help it. You know the last thing I’d want is for those poor museum guests to have to hear you give them a tour of the Art of Renaissance England.
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Where do you want me to pick up dinner? And I swear if you say that vegan hotdog place again I’m gonna walk us into traffic.” Marc stopped abruptly when he bumped into a passerby on the street, and prayed that they hadn’t just heard him having a conversation with himself. “Sorry, you okay?”
Dressed in normal clothing, Ripley felt small. She liked wearing her suit because it made her feel powerful; in sneakers and a hoodie she felt like Ripley Ryan: failure all over again. The Infinity Stone was a low hum in her chest, hidden by the plain cotton tee she had pulled over it. His bump caused her eyes to flash red, the Stone briefly visible as the glow intensified. “--Hey.” Her lips tightened into a purse. Do not overreact, Ripley. It’s a bump. Simmer the fuck down. “Hey.” She said again, this time calmer. “It’s fine.”
bloodcorrupt:
“You look surprised. Did you expect to be the only one lurking at this time of the night? A bit naive on your part.”
“When you have a Reality Stone in your chest, you get to play by different rules.” The aforementioned Stone glowed.
wizardstrange:
“Wong is out for the day, unfortunately. But I’m sure that whatever you need help with, I can offer my assistance.” Stephen used to be the Sorcerer Supreme, after all, before Thanos happened.
“You know, I was really undecided if I was going to accept the invitation and come. Yes, I have an Infinity Stone. I know what that makes people assume. Wong seemed so nice, though. I thought I’d give it a try. Now I find out he’s not even here?”
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webheadmorales:
“Ha ha,” Miles regarded her poison comment, shaking his head as he just shrugged a shoulder at her. “No. I’m just trying to be nice.” Maybe he shouldn’t have been.
“That’s cute. You’re cute.” In a puppy kind of way. Ripley used to like puppies. She also kind of wanted to kick them but the therapist had said that was probably because she wasn’t quite right, which seemed pretty rude to say to a kid. “And damn -- this sandwich is good.” She spoke over a mouthful of bread and meat.
peterfour:
“oh yes, it’s me again. surprise.”
“Are you going to chase me?? Do I need to run??”
bcrtonhawk:
The Reality Stone. That caused a double take from Clint as he stared at the woman. “What are you doing with a Reality Stone?”
“I’m housing it. We’re a package deal.” Ripley shrugged her shoulders. “It’s a long story.”
dormmu:
orange brow furrowed in frustration, doyle let out a sigh of annoyance, “i mean, i’m also heir to the dark dimension, but i’m sure that’s just as stupid, right?”
“Only because it’s called the Dark Dimension.” She dropped her voice in mockery.
druiiig:
druig thought for a moment, before moving to retrieve a small object from a nearby platform full of artifacts. a small gold bracelet, the one phastos made to link their abilities in order to stop the emergence. he held it up with a shrug.
“A bracelet. Cute. Keep dreaming.” Even if it had tempted her, Ripley wasn’t sure if she could get the Stone out or what it would do to her. Would she die again? There was a chance its power was what was keeping her alive. “Do you even know what this thing is and what it can do?”
mvrdck:
“okay, okay — ” infinity stone in the chest, not great in matt’s opinion. reality stone? even less great. “ - and you’re not hiding from them here, are you?”
“Nah, I don’t do the hiding thing anymore. I’ve been trying to go straight.” As straight as a diagnosed psychopath could go, that is. “Besides, this would be a super shitty hiding spot.”