// I'm bored so let me know if you want me to draw your character badly on a bus in my notes app with my finger

@notasimpx2 @lokiholist @chaoscoordinator-13 @hufflepuffavenger @thatone-midgardian @makuyi13 @chaotic-shapeshifter and anyone else

//Do Mary please!

//OOOOO OKAY

//i don't think I've drawn Mary yet

//THANK YOU!!!

// I'm bored so let me know if you want me to draw your character badly on a bus in my notes app with my finger

@notasimpx2 @lokiholist @chaoscoordinator-13 @hufflepuffavenger @thatone-midgardian @makuyi13 @chaotic-shapeshifter and anyone else

//Do Mary please!

"Tell me why then." Typhoid replied, grabbing a coin and tossing it in the air. She caught it, frowning when she couldn't discern if it was heads or tails. She threw it back down to the pile it had come from.

The coin you just picked up is a soul coin. You say an incantation and a person's soul gets trapped inside. That's the least potent thing in here. All of these items are more useful than any Midgardian weapon, even the most mundane of them.

"Why didn't you use any of these before? When you went toe to toe with my family? Seems like you were hooooooolding back."

I was looking to secure an alliance. I simply went about it improperly.

"An alliance, it seemed as if you were waging war... You attacked my family on multiple occasions." Typhoid replied, grabbing an amulet, looking it over. "What's this do?"

That's how alliances are formed in Asgard... I was unaware of the Midgardian customs. *looks to the amulet* That is the Amulet of Freya, it increases the power of any spellcaster.

"You should take it." Typhoid replied, picking up a coin and tossing it in the air. "You're the best magic wielder I know."

She hummed to herself for a minute, speaking up after a few seconds. "There anything in this junkpile that will help us?"

There's swords you would like, instead of blades, it has fire. *grabs the swords and pulls them out the case* *fire roars from the handles*

Typhoid grinned when she saw the weapon, her eyes widening as she moved to take it from Amora. "You're right, for once." She commented, increasing the flames that flowed from it, illuminating the cave in a warm glow. "I also have a plan. Grab every soul coin in here. Everyone who gets in our way is going to go into one of those."

That I can do! *uses magic to collect the coins, gathering a few million of them* Anything else?

"Yes. What's the incantation to get those things to work?" Typhoid asked, extinguishing her newly acquired swords and moving them into their sheaths. She added the weapons to her scabbard, slipping them in with ease.

That's better to be read than spoken aloud. You have to flip the coin while you say it. *summon the spell tome and holds it out to her, it says: Coin in my hand, when you land, take the soul and give it a new role. Reversal: Coin of two sides, release the soul inside, when you land I must inform, return it to it's previous norm*

Typhoid looked over the spell tome, skimming the text. "This is perfect." She grinned, tucking the tome under her arm. "I don't believe we need much of anything else. Let's head back to the city!"

"Tell me why then." Typhoid replied, grabbing a coin and tossing it in the air. She caught it, frowning when she couldn't discern if it was heads or tails. She threw it back down to the pile it had come from.

The coin you just picked up is a soul coin. You say an incantation and a person's soul gets trapped inside. That's the least potent thing in here. All of these items are more useful than any Midgardian weapon, even the most mundane of them.

"Why didn't you use any of these before? When you went toe to toe with my family? Seems like you were hooooooolding back."

I was looking to secure an alliance. I simply went about it improperly.

"An alliance, it seemed as if you were waging war... You attacked my family on multiple occasions." Typhoid replied, grabbing an amulet, looking it over. "What's this do?"

That's how alliances are formed in Asgard... I was unaware of the Midgardian customs. *looks to the amulet* That is the Amulet of Freya, it increases the power of any spellcaster.

"You should take it." Typhoid replied, picking up a coin and tossing it in the air. "You're the best magic wielder I know."

She hummed to herself for a minute, speaking up after a few seconds. "There anything in this junkpile that will help us?"

There's swords you would like, instead of blades, it has fire. *grabs the swords and pulls them out the case* *fire roars from the handles*

Typhoid grinned when she saw the weapon, her eyes widening as she moved to take it from Amora. "You're right, for once." She commented, increasing the flames that flowed from it, illuminating the cave in a warm glow. "I also have a plan. Grab every soul coin in here. Everyone who gets in our way is going to go into one of those."

That I can do! *uses magic to collect the coins, gathering a few million of them* Anything else?

"Yes. What's the incantation to get those things to work?" Typhoid asked, extinguishing her newly acquired swords and moving them into their sheaths. She added the weapons to her scabbard, slipping them in with ease.

"Tell me why then." Typhoid replied, grabbing a coin and tossing it in the air. She caught it, frowning when she couldn't discern if it was heads or tails. She threw it back down to the pile it had come from.

The coin you just picked up is a soul coin. You say an incantation and a person's soul gets trapped inside. That's the least potent thing in here. All of these items are more useful than any Midgardian weapon, even the most mundane of them.

"Why didn't you use any of these before? When you went toe to toe with my family? Seems like you were hooooooolding back."

I was looking to secure an alliance. I simply went about it improperly.

"An alliance, it seemed as if you were waging war... You attacked my family on multiple occasions." Typhoid replied, grabbing an amulet, looking it over. "What's this do?"

That's how alliances are formed in Asgard... I was unaware of the Midgardian customs. *looks to the amulet* That is the Amulet of Freya, it increases the power of any spellcaster.

"You should take it." Typhoid replied, picking up a coin and tossing it in the air. "You're the best magic wielder I know."

She hummed to herself for a minute, speaking up after a few seconds. "There anything in this junkpile that will help us?"

There's swords you would like, instead of blades, it has fire. *grabs the swords and pulls them out the case* *fire roars from the handles*

Typhoid grinned when she saw the weapon, her eyes widening as she moved to take it from Amora. "You're right, for once." She commented, increasing the flames that flowed from it, illuminating the cave in a warm glow. "I also have a plan. Grab every soul coin in here. Everyone who gets in our way is going to go into one of those."

"Tell me why then." Typhoid replied, grabbing a coin and tossing it in the air. She caught it, frowning when she couldn't discern if it was heads or tails. She threw it back down to the pile it had come from.

The coin you just picked up is a soul coin. You say an incantation and a person's soul gets trapped inside. That's the least potent thing in here. All of these items are more useful than any Midgardian weapon, even the most mundane of them.

"Why didn't you use any of these before? When you went toe to toe with my family? Seems like you were hooooooolding back."

I was looking to secure an alliance. I simply went about it improperly.

"An alliance, it seemed as if you were waging war... You attacked my family on multiple occasions." Typhoid replied, grabbing an amulet, looking it over. "What's this do?"

That's how alliances are formed in Asgard... I was unaware of the Midgardian customs. *looks to the amulet* That is the Amulet of Freya, it increases the power of any spellcaster.

"You should take it." Typhoid replied, picking up a coin and tossing it in the air. "You're the best magic wielder I know."

She hummed to herself for a minute, speaking up after a few seconds. "There anything in this junkpile that will help us?"

reblog if you like pizza or you've ever killed someone

good luck figuring out which one

*Coughs*

both actually

"Tell me why then." Typhoid replied, grabbing a coin and tossing it in the air. She caught it, frowning when she couldn't discern if it was heads or tails. She threw it back down to the pile it had come from.

The coin you just picked up is a soul coin. You say an incantation and a person's soul gets trapped inside. That's the least potent thing in here. All of these items are more useful than any Midgardian weapon, even the most mundane of them.

"Why didn't you use any of these before? When you went toe to toe with my family? Seems like you were hooooooolding back."

I was looking to secure an alliance. I simply went about it improperly.

"An alliance, it seemed as if you were waging war... You attacked my family on multiple occasions." Typhoid replied, grabbing an amulet, looking it over. "What's this do?"

I miss New York. I miss my friends. I miss my husband. France will always be special to me. Mais je veux rentrer chez moi.

In happier news, I've been taking cooking classes and can make a wonderful selection of pastries now. 🍰

"I have no choice but to request one of your pastries."

"What will it be? Breads, sweets, I'm learning a lot!"

"Let's shoot for sweets, you can never go wrong with them!" Mary smiled, her sweet tooth happily making itself known.

I miss New York. I miss my friends. I miss my husband. France will always be special to me. Mais je veux rentrer chez moi.

In happier news, I've been taking cooking classes and can make a wonderful selection of pastries now. 🍰

"I have no choice but to request one of your pastries."

"Tell me why then." Typhoid replied, grabbing a coin and tossing it in the air. She caught it, frowning when she couldn't discern if it was heads or tails. She threw it back down to the pile it had come from.

The coin you just picked up is a soul coin. You say an incantation and a person's soul gets trapped inside. That's the least potent thing in here. All of these items are more useful than any Midgardian weapon, even the most mundane of them.

"Why didn't you use any of these before? When you went toe to toe with my family? Seems like you were hooooooolding back."

Hecate was just hanging out in the living room, she was scrolling on her phone, petting rosemary. She stood up to get a snack, followed by the small cat, getting a phone call. She often got texted by weird numbers so she read it.

She didn't expect it to be a policeman.

"Dear miss Hecate. We didn't manage to reach you in the past week, so we took the liberty to send a message. My partner and I are currently involved in an investigation about the murder of Icaria (last name). We would like your testimony if possible."

Her world went black in a second. She was on the floor, shadows flooding the entire room and further, the entire house. She couldn't hold herself up, she was in pain, losing control of her powers. She couldn't handle it.

What do you mean Icaria is dead?

She had made sure the girl couldn't be in danger. She had made sure she would live. Even more than Hecate herself would live. How was she dead? She was fighting the urge to cry and scream, she couldn't even breathe.

How was she dead? She repeated to herslef, the mass of shadows growing and slipping out the windows, into the city, swallowing every single bit of light in all of New York.

Her eyes were black, her hands clawed and dark, her lips were tainted and her fangs were peeking past her lower lip. He ears were flat against her head, hair flowy and smokey like a light shadow.

@maryfisk @wilsonfisk-thekingpin

@over-bi-the-wayside

Mary looked up as the shadows shifted, she had grown used to her super powered daughter, she didn't think much of it until the lights in the room went out. "Something's wrong." She muttered under her breath.

Rising from her chair and placing the paintbrush she had been using down, she slipped out of the art studio in search of Hecate. Glancing down she saw Cerberus trailing after her. "Let me know if you see Hecate first."

Upon entering the living room, she nearly froze in her tracks when she saw the girl. Rushing to her side she kneeled next to her. "Hecate, my love, are you alright?" She asked concern lacing her voice, she had to stop herself from touching her, afraid the action would upset her further.

Hecate didn't seem to register her words, too focused in her despair and pure pain. When she did though, the shadows thinned a bit, and she looked up at Mary.

"Mom..." she murmured. "She's dead." She managed to croak out.

"Who's dead? What happened?" She asked gently, furrowing her eyebrows. Moving next to her she sat down on the floor.

"Icaria" she murmured, clutching the pendant over her heart. It hurt. A lot. How could she get rid of this? "Shes dead. A Human killed her" she spat.

"Oh... Honey." Mary immediately pulled Hecate into a hug. "I'm so sorry." She spoke gently.

Hecate's eyes turned normal again, the anger replaced by pain and sorrow. She melted into her mothers arms, the shadows slowly subsiding and retreating back into Hecate. She cried and hugged her back, clinging to her like a lifeline. "She's dead mom. She shouldn't be dead. I was supposed to protect her"

Mary held her tight, "Don't blame yourself for this. Sometimes there's nothing we can do." She spoke gently, rubbing soothing circles into Hecate's back. "She wouldn't want you to carry that weight."

"I'm going to kill whoever did this" she muttered, grip becoming harsher as anger battled with grief. She couldn't bring dead people back, but she sure as hell could kill those who wronged her.

"Good." She replied with a nod as she looked down to her daughter, "Make sure they never do something like this to someone else." Grief came in waves, none of them pretty. When a loved one was murdered, nothing but retribution and time could fill the gaping void left by them.

Hecate was almost surprised when she heard her sweet mother agree to her actions. But she only nodded in return, seeking the comfort and love Mary gave her.

Mary kissed Hecate's forehead, holding onto her daughter gently. She was patient, she wouldn't let go until the girl moved away on her own. "You're going to be okay, Hecate." She assured her quietly.

eBay: Comics liquidation

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Here's my new eBay store

The biggest portions of the collection to be sold are Iron Man, Ms Marvel (Kamala), Spider-Man (Miles), and Jane!Thor titles, but there are various others, some of which have already been listed. The vast majority is Marvel, but I do have some Image, Dark Horse, DC, and Aftershock in there.

Each listing comes with a valuation breakdown.

A few of these are not directly linked as that link is about to expire, and I want to get this posted before my free blaze expires, so you can go through to the store itself and check that way. I'll add corrected links in once I can. All links are up to date as of March 31, 2025.

High-ticket items, valued at $40+ USD:

Some examples under the cut:

"Tell me why then." Typhoid replied, grabbing a coin and tossing it in the air. She caught it, frowning when she couldn't discern if it was heads or tails. She threw it back down to the pile it had come from.

Hecate was just hanging out in the living room, she was scrolling on her phone, petting rosemary. She stood up to get a snack, followed by the small cat, getting a phone call. She often got texted by weird numbers so she read it.

She didn't expect it to be a policeman.

"Dear miss Hecate. We didn't manage to reach you in the past week, so we took the liberty to send a message. My partner and I are currently involved in an investigation about the murder of Icaria (last name). We would like your testimony if possible."

Her world went black in a second. She was on the floor, shadows flooding the entire room and further, the entire house. She couldn't hold herself up, she was in pain, losing control of her powers. She couldn't handle it.

What do you mean Icaria is dead?

She had made sure the girl couldn't be in danger. She had made sure she would live. Even more than Hecate herself would live. How was she dead? She was fighting the urge to cry and scream, she couldn't even breathe.

How was she dead? She repeated to herslef, the mass of shadows growing and slipping out the windows, into the city, swallowing every single bit of light in all of New York.

Her eyes were black, her hands clawed and dark, her lips were tainted and her fangs were peeking past her lower lip. He ears were flat against her head, hair flowy and smokey like a light shadow.

@maryfisk @wilsonfisk-thekingpin

@over-bi-the-wayside

Mary looked up as the shadows shifted, she had grown used to her super powered daughter, she didn't think much of it until the lights in the room went out. "Something's wrong." She muttered under her breath.

Rising from her chair and placing the paintbrush she had been using down, she slipped out of the art studio in search of Hecate. Glancing down she saw Cerberus trailing after her. "Let me know if you see Hecate first."

Upon entering the living room, she nearly froze in her tracks when she saw the girl. Rushing to her side she kneeled next to her. "Hecate, my love, are you alright?" She asked concern lacing her voice, she had to stop herself from touching her, afraid the action would upset her further.

Hecate didn't seem to register her words, too focused in her despair and pure pain. When she did though, the shadows thinned a bit, and she looked up at Mary.

"Mom..." she murmured. "She's dead." She managed to croak out.

"Who's dead? What happened?" She asked gently, furrowing her eyebrows. Moving next to her she sat down on the floor.

"Icaria" she murmured, clutching the pendant over her heart. It hurt. A lot. How could she get rid of this? "Shes dead. A Human killed her" she spat.

"Oh... Honey." Mary immediately pulled Hecate into a hug. "I'm so sorry." She spoke gently.

Hecate's eyes turned normal again, the anger replaced by pain and sorrow. She melted into her mothers arms, the shadows slowly subsiding and retreating back into Hecate. She cried and hugged her back, clinging to her like a lifeline. "She's dead mom. She shouldn't be dead. I was supposed to protect her"

Mary held her tight, "Don't blame yourself for this. Sometimes there's nothing we can do." She spoke gently, rubbing soothing circles into Hecate's back. "She wouldn't want you to carry that weight."

"I'm going to kill whoever did this" she muttered, grip becoming harsher as anger battled with grief. She couldn't bring dead people back, but she sure as hell could kill those who wronged her.

"Good." She replied with a nod as she looked down to her daughter, "Make sure they never do something like this to someone else." Grief came in waves, none of them pretty. When a loved one was murdered, nothing but retribution and time could fill the gaping void left by them.

Hecate was just hanging out in the living room, she was scrolling on her phone, petting rosemary. She stood up to get a snack, followed by the small cat, getting a phone call. She often got texted by weird numbers so she read it.

She didn't expect it to be a policeman.

"Dear miss Hecate. We didn't manage to reach you in the past week, so we took the liberty to send a message. My partner and I are currently involved in an investigation about the murder of Icaria (last name). We would like your testimony if possible."

Her world went black in a second. She was on the floor, shadows flooding the entire room and further, the entire house. She couldn't hold herself up, she was in pain, losing control of her powers. She couldn't handle it.

What do you mean Icaria is dead?

She had made sure the girl couldn't be in danger. She had made sure she would live. Even more than Hecate herself would live. How was she dead? She was fighting the urge to cry and scream, she couldn't even breathe.

How was she dead? She repeated to herslef, the mass of shadows growing and slipping out the windows, into the city, swallowing every single bit of light in all of New York.

Her eyes were black, her hands clawed and dark, her lips were tainted and her fangs were peeking past her lower lip. He ears were flat against her head, hair flowy and smokey like a light shadow.

@maryfisk @wilsonfisk-thekingpin

@over-bi-the-wayside

Mary looked up as the shadows shifted, she had grown used to her super powered daughter, she didn't think much of it until the lights in the room went out. "Something's wrong." She muttered under her breath.

Rising from her chair and placing the paintbrush she had been using down, she slipped out of the art studio in search of Hecate. Glancing down she saw Cerberus trailing after her. "Let me know if you see Hecate first."

Upon entering the living room, she nearly froze in her tracks when she saw the girl. Rushing to her side she kneeled next to her. "Hecate, my love, are you alright?" She asked concern lacing her voice, she had to stop herself from touching her, afraid the action would upset her further.

Hecate didn't seem to register her words, too focused in her despair and pure pain. When she did though, the shadows thinned a bit, and she looked up at Mary.

"Mom..." she murmured. "She's dead." She managed to croak out.

"Who's dead? What happened?" She asked gently, furrowing her eyebrows. Moving next to her she sat down on the floor.

"Icaria" she murmured, clutching the pendant over her heart. It hurt. A lot. How could she get rid of this? "Shes dead. A Human killed her" she spat.

"Oh... Honey." Mary immediately pulled Hecate into a hug. "I'm so sorry." She spoke gently.

Hecate's eyes turned normal again, the anger replaced by pain and sorrow. She melted into her mothers arms, the shadows slowly subsiding and retreating back into Hecate. She cried and hugged her back, clinging to her like a lifeline. "She's dead mom. She shouldn't be dead. I was supposed to protect her"

Mary held her tight, "Don't blame yourself for this. Sometimes there's nothing we can do." She spoke gently, rubbing soothing circles into Hecate's back. "She wouldn't want you to carry that weight."