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Professor X in Multiverse Of Madness is great, but–
I WANT TO SEE DADNETO
Steve Rogers & Tony Stark | Mercy | Marvel Fanedit
I am really proud of this one!
Schau dir "Thor & Loki - One Foot" auf YouTube an
Tribute to this chaotic duo.
"What is your job exactly, besides making balloon animals?"
"Protecting your reality, douchebag."
Peter: Have your ever seen a baby pigeon?
Harley: No, of course not. Hell sends them fully trained.
I ran to the Devil, he was waiting.
Masterlist of my writing (AO3)
Hey everyone! I write for a variety of fandoms, and thought I'd make a masterlist to help promote some of my work! If you like any of my stuff, let me know! I love reading comments, even though I'm bad at responding to them.
THE QUARRY:
If I Seem Dangerous, Would You Be Scared? (Dylan/Ryan) INCOMPLETE WIP
X-MEN:
We Fear That Which We Cannot Understand (Charles Xavier & Darwin)
Dialed Up To Eleven (Charles Xavier/Eric Lehnsherr)
Silk and Lace (In Black and Red) Can Drive a Man Right Off His Head (Charles Xavier/Eric Lehnsherr) INCOMPLETE WIP
DOCTOR WHO:
Would You Like To Stay For Dinner? (Would You Like To Stay Forever?) (Tenth Doctor/Martha Jones/Jack Harkness) INCOMPLETE WIP
BALDUR'S GATE 3:
Their First Night of Many (Astarion/Gale, Bloodweave)
A Quiet Evening (Astarion/Gale, Bloodweave)
You Need Not Face The Darkness Alone (Astarion & Gale, pre-slash)
DUMBGEONS AND DRAGONS (PODCAST):
Together, We Can Weather The Storm (Thia Amastacia/Flint Firebeard/Nulara Moonbrook)
The End of the End, and the Beginning of a Beginning (Thia Amastacia/Flint Firebeard/Nulara Moonbrook)
BBC MERLIN:
Just Another Monday (Merlin/Lancelot, Mercelot)
Secret Keeper (Merlin/Lancelot, Mercelot)
Guilt and Ghosts (Merlin/Lancelot, Mercelot) INCOMPLETE
Nightmares (Merlin/Lancelot/Gwaine, Merwaincelot)
Death of an Immortal (Merlin/Lancelot, Mercelot) Temporary Character Death
Camping (Gwaine & Everyone (except Arthur), Platonic, pre-slash)
LORD OF THE RINGS:
The King's Bathhouse (Éomer/Faramir, Éomer/Faramir/Aragorn)
Comfort In The Dark (Éomer/Faramir)
HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON:
To Dance Beneath The Stars (Bruno Madrigal/Hiccup Haddock, slash or platonic, crossover)
ENCANTO:
To Dance Beneath The Stars (Bruno Madrigal/Hiccup Haddock, slash or platonic, crossover)
If The Sky Comes Falling Down (Bruno Madrigal & Mirabel Madrigal, platonic) INCOMPLETE
FANTASTIC BEASTS:
Pure of Heart (Newt Scamander & his creatures)
CRIMINAL MINDS:
Career Day (Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid) INCOMPLETE
Would You Be My Safe Space? (Spencer Reid & Jason Gideon, Spencer Reid & Penelope Garcia, platonic, wingfic) COMPLETE, but the first in an INCOMPLETE series
MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE:
Injured...Yet Again (Peter Parker & Tony Stark & Pepper Potts)
Studying The (Actual) Civil War Sucks (Peter Parker & Tony Stark)
Under Open Skies (Perhaps We Can Heal) (Clint Barton/James "Bucky" Barnes) INCOMPLETE
ORIGINAL WORKS:
Mirror Image (poetry)
(Sorry for the inactivity... again lol)
So I was experimenting with some different poses and angles and that’s how this lil’ drawing of Bucky happened!
I think it’s my first time drawing him and it won’t be the last, his hair was soo much fun to do!
Mr. Hiddleston's quote on that:
There was a big sequence on the Last Bridge in the movie, and we all had these choreography sequences while Chris and Cate Blanchett, and I, Idris and Taica were fighting together. [Waititi, the director] There were all these elements related to the great stunt department in a motion capture suit.
And we were doing that run, it was in the afternoon, and it was me, Idris and maybe Taica. I can’t remember. Sure, Idris was there, and it was our two-shot fighting these great athletes who are stunt guys. And I ran out of choreography. Basically, I think I finished the move before Idris, and he was still rolling, and I just stood there like a lemon and didn’t want to do anything interesting. So I flipped the knife over and caught it by accident. “
Idris laughed at it. We looked back on it.He was [like], “Oh God, he went and finally played the knife.” Because he had finished the fighting movement. But yeah, it ended up staying. Since then I have tried to do it. When I try to do it with a wooden spoon, it doesn’t work and I always drop it. So that was one of them, but it never happens twice.
Read it here
I just saw on youtube that Loki's knife flip scene was an accident. Idk if it's true tho. See for yourself. Here's the video:
I just saw on youtube that Loki's knife flip scene was an accident. Idk if it's true tho. See for yourself. Here's the video:
Same energy
Agent Coulson:
Agent Romanoff:
Natasha and Phil have the same energy in these two situations. In the first instance agent Phil Coulson steals or 'borrows' Dr.Jane Foster's information for security purposes while in the other instance agent Natasha Romanoff tricks Loki and kinda steals information from Loki for the same purpose and they both thank them for their cooperation even though they didn't cooperate at all. Natasha did use words for her tricks and Phil did use other agents for his work but they both sort of did the same thing for the same reasons and acted the same way. So both of them kinda have the same energy.
Sylvie *bored af* : *gets an idea* Loki let's play Truth and Dare.
Loki *knows sylvie is planning something but agrees anyway* : Sure.
Sylvie: Truth or Dare.
Loki: Truth.
Sylvie: Do you love Thor or not?
Loki:........
Loki: Dare.
Sylvie: I dare you to tell Thor that you love him. *smirks*
Loki: Never have i ever...
Sylvie: *yells* That's not the game Loki.
................... An hour later ....................
Thor *sees Loki and Sylvie arguing* : What are you talking about?
Sylvie *panicks*: Stabbing.
Thor: *warns* Don't stab anyone *leaves before they can deny*
What's the common thing among marvel fans except for their undying love for marvel?
Their hatred for Thanos.
Mr. Josh Brolin did a great job with the character Thanos and making him a great villian. But we can't deny that Thanos murdered some of our favourite characters.
Reblog this if you agree with me.
WAIT... WHAT??
EXCUSE ME!?
What just happened!?
Chocolates
Sylvie : Name one person who doesn't like chocolates
Loki : What about-
Sylvie: And if you say your name I'm gonna stab you
Loki: *laughs* I'll reincarnate myself like always
Sylvie: *angrily* I'm gonna break up with you
Loki: *smug* you'll come crawling back to me anyway
Sylvie: I'm gonna vanish all chocolates from the world using my magic and I'll conjure one infront of you everyday and eat it alone while you watch.
Loki: *Gasps*
Everyone: *Gasps*
Sylvie: *smirks*
Loki: You take that back
Sylvie: No *Smirk widens*
they were so funny in ragnarok
continue random simping
Part 1 of my Marvel Gauntlet designs, this one being Thanos’
I hope to get this on a shirt eventually
Loving how they used the comic design for the new red star ⭐
I need to be his controversialy young girlfriend 🏌🏻
babydoll ⋆.𐙚 ̊
cw: age gap
He feels like a creep. Plain and simple. Bucky knows that any woman would be considered “younger”, but you just take the cake. He momentarily feels how hot hell is when you delicately push his hair to the side, clipping in into place with pastel beret. The rest of it gathered into a cutesy scrunchie. “Okay, this one is for wrinkles.” You say, clambering onto his lap. His girl isn’t the most graceful.
The bottle makes him grimace, but the feel of your cute butt in his lap makes it tolerable. He has wrinkles older than you—yikes. “It smells.” He grumbles as he feels you rub skincare product into his skin. “It’s supposed to be lilies!” You say lightly patting his cheek. “This is stupid.” He deadpans, he wraps his arms around your middle when you loop your arms around his shoulders. “It’s not stupid, you’ll thank me someday mister.” You chide very seriously, yelping when he smacks your side. It’s not fair, when you pout like that he wants to kiss you senseless. “Don’t call me mister, ‘m not some stranger you little brat.” He grumbles, being particularly gentle as he slides his cool metal arm under your shirt, just over your tummy. “Sorry baby.” You croon, taking the moment to steal a kiss.
His mental crisis is not helped by the pet name. Baby? If anything you’re the baby here, he gives you a look, it makes you laugh. He finds you to be soothing. You’re a modern woman sure, but those little pj’s you have on with your hair all done up in rollers make him remember a simpler time. He’ll deal with the weird glances whenever you two walk down the street together. He’s not embarrassed anymore to pad over and ask you whatever slang word he’s picked up while people watching. Best of all, he’s finally stopped being stubborn about using his reading glasses to read your texts and see all the cute little selfies you send him.
You pat lotion into his skin, and smile at him. He kisses you, scratching you with stubble. It’s a welcomed itch. When you pull away and kiss the tip of his nose he can’t help but squeeze you. You make him want to smother you. It’s the same when you hear a kitten mew or a baby coo. He likes the feeling. He likes you.
a/n: its almost been an entire month LOL anyways… i think dating a woman under the age of 35 would send bucky into crisis mode and make him feel like a total scumbag (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)
credit to @aquazero for dividers
Loving how they used the comic design for the new red star ⭐
Just give Buck his baby
Sarge? 🪖
😭😭HELP KAKSKSKS
Wherever You Are, I’ll Be
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: He needs your touch like air, anchoring himself to you in every room, every moment, his hand always finding your skin as if you’d vanish otherwise.
Bucky Barnes had never known softness until you.
Not in the silk of a Sunday morning when the world hadn’t woken up yet. Not in the brush of a hand against the small of his back while he cooked eggs. Not in the way someone would instinctively lean into him instead of away. But now? He needed it like breath. Like blood in his veins.
He needed you.
And more specifically, he needed to feel you.
Your thigh draped over his on the couch. Your pinky finger curled into his when you walked through the city. His hand on the curve of your waist while you brushed your teeth, and the comforting press of your calf against his in bed. Even now—his arm lay lazily around your shoulders as you laughed at something Sam was saying across the room.
But Bucky wasn’t listening.
He was watching your profile. The way your lips tilted up at the corners. The crinkle beside your eyes. And, maybe more urgently, the way a man had just walked up to you from behind and tapped your shoulder like he’d known you for years.
And Bucky—without thinking—tightened his grip.
His vibranium fingers flexed slightly on your arm. A grounding pressure. Subtle, but unmistakable. You didn’t even glance at him, just reached over your shoulder and rubbed your thumb across his knuckles as if you knew exactly what that little squeeze meant.
You did know.
-
He never liked when people approached out of nowhere. Not when it was you. Not when he was already two seconds from spiraling.
“Sorry,” the guy was saying. “Are you Y/N? From the Stark internship program?”
You blinked, tilting your head. “Yeah… That was years ago.”
“I thought so,” the stranger smiled. “I recognized you. You did a seminar on AI ethics, right? I was in the audience.”
“Oh, wow,” you said, ever polite, while Bucky’s jaw tensed beside you. “That’s a blast from the past.”
He had the gall to laugh, too charming for someone standing way too close.
Bucky’s hand slid from your shoulder to your waist.
Not just touching now. Holding.
He kept his eyes locked on the guy, his chin barely tilted up. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to.
And sure enough, after another thirty seconds of awkward small talk, the guy politely excused himself and walked off—leaving behind the heat of Bucky’s jealousy simmering in his chest.
You turned to look at him.
“I wasn’t going to walk away from you,” you whispered gently, your hand coming up to cup his cheek.
“I know,” he muttered, eyes dark. “But it feels like you might.”
Your brows softened. “Buck…”
“Every time someone walks up to you, I think they’ll take you. I know it’s stupid. I know you love me. But the part of me that lived through losing everything…” He swallowed hard. “That part doesn’t trust anything.”
You traced your fingers along his jawline. “Then let me show you. Every day. In every way.”
He looked at you like you’d just promised to rebuild him.
Because you had.
Later that night, he didn’t let you go once.
You brushed your teeth with his arm slung low around your hips. He undressed you with both hands on your waist like he was afraid you’d vanish if he let go. And when you crawled into bed, he pressed his forehead against yours, breathing you in like it was the only thing keeping him alive.
“Don’t leave the bed before me,” he murmured, his voice sleep-heavy.
“Even for coffee?” you teased.
He opened one eye. “I’ll get it for you. Just stay.”
You did.
And the next morning, when sunlight peeked through the curtains, Bucky was already awake.
He hadn’t moved. His hand was resting against your bare thigh. The metal one cradled your ribs under the blanket. Protective. Possessive. Gentle.
“Morning,” you whispered.
His lips curved softly. “Still here?”
“Always.”
Throughout the day, it was more of the same.
Bucky on your hip at the grocery store. His thumb stroking circles over your back while you chose tomatoes. He kissed your temple in the aisle, not because he needed to—but because he had to. Because the warmth of your skin beneath his lips told him this was real.
He didn’t speak much in public. Never had. But the world quieted around him when you were near. And he knew—knew—if he just kept one hand on you, he’d never lose you.
At the Tower, Sam clocked the way Bucky’s hand kept drifting. To your lower back. The nape of your neck. Your shoulder.
“You two glued together now?” Sam teased as he passed by.
Bucky didn’t respond. He just shifted slightly closer to you.
You smiled, not even trying to move away.
“Jealous?” you called after Sam.
Sam huffed a laugh but didn’t reply.
Bucky’s hand slid lower, resting on your hip bone as if claiming you in silence.
And for all his posturing—for all the brooding and quiet sulking—when the door finally closed and you were alone, the first thing Bucky did was pull you into his chest and whisper, “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For staying.”
You looked up at him, brushing a hand across his chest.
“I’m not going anywhere, James,” you said, voice steady. “Even if someone offered me the world.”
He kissed you like it broke him to believe that.
That night, after making love slow and reverent and full of whispered promises, Bucky tucked his head into your neck.
You ran your fingers through his hair, gentle and rhythmic.
His voice was barely audible when he spoke.
“Sometimes I think you’ll wake up and remember you could have anyone. And that you’ll leave.”
You pulled back, cupping his face so he had to look at you.
“I already have everyone I want,” you said. “He has blue eyes, a vibranium arm, and the softest damn heart I’ve ever seen.”
He blinked fast.
“Touch me,” he rasped.
You leaned forward, brushing your nose to his. “I already am.”
“No,” he said. “Always.”
And he meant it.
Because to Bucky Barnes, touch wasn’t just a way to connect.
It was a promise.
A silent vow that he wasn’t alone.
That this time, the people he loved—you—weren’t going to be ripped away.
And you, with your arms around him, legs tangled with his, fingertips dancing over his ribs, you were keeping that promise.
One touch at a time.
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