#ororo-munroes

[dinahdlance]

There is only one bed

like a 75% shot of writing 

like literally all of my ships i can’t pick and if i say rebelcaptain someone’s gonna be like do it and i’m gonna add it to my neverending wips in google drive (but also risa x gabriel)

[hedgewitches]

the wolf among us

lowkey otp: nerissa/faith

highkey notp: bluebeard/existence

[softly] don’t notp: beauty/bigby

highkey otp but i’m scared of saying it because it’s not a very popular choice: nerissa/bigby (pre-comics)

highkey otp and anyone on my tumblr knows it: snow/bigby

[hedgewitches]

daredevil

lowkey otp: foggy/marcie

highkey notp: matt/karen

[softly] don’t notp: karen/matt

highkey otp but i’m scared of saying it because it’s not a very popular choice: matt/elektra idk if it counts

highkey otp and anyone on my tumblr knows it: frank/karen

[hedgewitches]

tales from the borderlands

lowkey otp: fiona/athena

highkey notp: handsome jack/anyone

[softly] don’t notp: vasquez/rhys

highkey otp but i’m scared of saying it because it’s not a very popular choice: fiona/ladies

highkey otp and anyone on my tumblr knows it: sasha

[hedgewitches]

bri x raph modern au/coffee shop headcanons!

bri is attending u-dub  on full read scholarship while also working a full time job to help support her younger brothers and mother, magnus and co try to fit her in part time where they can because she’s rosie’s friend, the rest of time she works at the flower shop

raph is a doctoral candidate whose probably never going to finish his work in paranormal psychology because his dissertation got turned into a book hit the nyc best seller list and is being turned into a movie and he likes that a lot more

he sees her scrubbing tables around closing time and has to go in to talk to her, he doesn’t order anything though because he’s not a jerk

any time bri ends up having to close by herself raph parks himself out front and walks her home (bri pretends not to be charmed by it)

one time raph paid for 100 coffee so he could kick everyone else out of the shop and spend an hour (bri is also not charmed by that, or so she says)

[hedgewitches]

braxton hall + coffee shop au

it’s a little mom and pop coffee shop that sits on the corner of a busy seattle street, that’s somehow managed to stay in business despite the all-powerful starbucks god

that’s because magnus has accepted that he has to cater to a specific kind of crowd even if the orders of “double shot hazelnut nonfat latte with extra frap” makes him want to grit his teeth; he’s built the store up as a “rebellious alternative” to manistream starbucks it’s done well

colum will never own up to it, but he’s the numbers man

beatrice once tried to man the front desk and it was disastrous, that was another task handed to colum; beatrice prepares the drinks now and if you have an issue with your drink you never take it to her you take it back to colum

there is a little table in the corner, overlooking the dreary outside streets, that if you sit in between the hours of 8am - 12pm you run the risk of incurring the wrath of magnus because between the hours of 8am - 12pm that’s “arabella’s spot”

[paraisaloser]

Gwenyth hadn't meant to get caught (really it hadn't even entered into the list of things she had thought before going into this) but here she was: caught.

It was a rather boring capture, as far as captures went. The thugs holding her hadn’t even threatened with more than minor bodily harm and a few crude tortures and she’d been there for about two hours. To her, of course, it felt like a lifetime - there was nothing to do. And it was killing her.

What was worse was that she literally had no idea where she was. Usually - not that she got caught that often - she had a vague idea of where she was, so when she got out she knew where to run. This time, she was completely clueless.

It would have been worrying, if she wasn’t so bored she was frustrated. The goons holding her - like their boss - were idiots. Beneath her. She’d hurt and kill those she needed to to get out and get to their said boss, but she wouldn’t go after them just for the sake of hurting them. They weren’t worth that effort. She’d probably even get bored of smashing their faces in - that’s how absolutely bland these jerks were.

And then they dragged a bloodied, bruised, limp body of a man in, made him kneel at her feet where she was handcuffed and pulled the bag off his face.

Her brother blinked at her through the blood from a still-oozing head wound. “I’m never listening to you again,” he said simply.

“What,” Gwen said in response, horrified that all the blood seemed to be his and that he was wheezing slightly, “the hell are you doing here?”

Ty shrugged. Even that looked painful. “I had to figure out where they’d taken you.”

One thug snarled at them to shut up, and smacked Ty over the head. It took too long for her brother to glare at the man - for all his acting just to get them to take him to her, Ty really was a little hurt. Gwen’s You’re-Boring-Me glare turned a deeper shade of venom. How dare they touch Tyson.

“Ready?” she asked, suddenly a lot more focused.

Not as much as her brother - head wound or no his eyes were already telling her how many of the men in the room were his to take out. How they were going to proceed. How they were going to get out alive. Gwen tried to listen, knew she’d forget half of it, and trusted Ty to get his plan fulfilled anyway.

Breaking her thumbs to get her hands out the cuffs hurt. She took out her feelings on a few thugs. Then, as usual, she started to get a little bored. Started toying with them, got bored of that, and started just knocking them out so they could go already, and she could clean the blood off her brother. In as many interesting ways as the internet and personal experience had taught her.

And then - over the din - she heard Tyson give a grunt of pain. One of the stupid, good-for-nothing bastards had caused her pain-threshold-at-infinity brother to utter a noise of pain.

Gwen killed him slowly. Tyson was leaning against the door, watching her when she was done.

“That took forever,” he grumbled, but there was a look on his face that made her glow from the inside out. “Come on.”

She took his hand in one of hers, both their fingers slick with blood,and waited for Tyson to fret and scowl when he noticed her broken thumbs. Then she took one gun, kissed him on the cheek (tang of sweat and sharp kick of metallic blood) and tugged him into the goons no doubt waiting for them around the corner.

[paraisaloser]

"Tyson, please go and reason with your sister who has decided that chaining herself to her bed will prevent us from taking her to the party tonight."

Ty looked up from where he was fiddling with his ridiculous, frigging choking, mother-shitting ugly bowtie and raised an eyebrow at his mother. She glared at the expression, but waved toward Gwen’s room (it was the first time it was being used for anything except a quick clothing grab since they’d been back, but his mother didn’t have to know that) impatiently.

With a sigh, Tyson went, knowing that keeping the peace was a lot more beneficial that evening. And, of course, because he knew he could use this to his advantage.

“I’m not going,” Gwen snarled as soon as he entered the room.

Ty simply raised his eyebrows at her where she was chained and then looked at the handcuffs that she’d gotten someplace very illegal, he was sure. And then, very slowly and very pointedly, he looked at her. At the places her dress clung. At the way the skirt was hitched up a little over her knee as she lay.

He heard Gwen inhale. His sister caught on to some things very quickly.

Still without a word, Ty walked forward and reached behind her body, fiddling for a moment (a moment too long, hands touching places they really didn’t need to with purposeful intensity that made Gwen inhale sharply) until he found the key she’d hidden in the place she thought nobody would look. Nobody but him.

He unlocked the handcuffs, still leaning over her, hand not busy with the metal busy elsewhere. “I’m keeping these,” he said into her ear, slipping the key into his breast pocket and shoving the handcuffs into his pants pocket. “Come find me at the party. That is, if you choose to go, of course.”

She swore at him as he left, and Ty grinned.