On a Certain Someone Going to Marvel Rivals

[frickle_frackle]

So you're going to play it, right? Exclusively for her, right?

[She leans on a half-wall, chin on her hands, sighing at Angela in her upcoming Marvel Rivals role.]

I can slip you a bribe. I mean, ugh, look at her. So unbelievably hot and amazing in any incarnation. As if Horn Head there has any chance at all of beating her, right?

[A moment of whispering]

Hela's in the game? Pfft, not for much longer unless they give her, like, a lot of plot armor. Otherwise my lady is going to yeet her into the sun.

[She holds up a finger, letting some purple magic flair, which forms small fireworks bursts which ultimately crackle into the words 'ANGELA = BEST <3']

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[hevenly]

[ Angela stands proudly and watches her wife entreat her player to try the game. ]

Your confidence in me is flattering, my love.

[frickle_frackle]

[She just grins back.]

I mean, it's sort of part of the deal you got. Endless support and rooting for. But also, honey, you're kind of a nuclear option.

Source: everything I've ever seen you do.

[hevenly]

There are some certain... inaccuracies.

[ What's with this "one winged angel" motif? She's not a Final Fantasy villain. ]

But I will admit, the embellishments have style.

[frickle_frackle]

[She comes closer, moving to thread an arm around one of Angela's.]

I mean, you can't improve on perfection, but you're still gonna create something pretty great.

Apparently, this version of you might end up around 6'10''.