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  • sserpente
    31.07.2021 - 3 minutes ago

    Guuuuuuuys! 😭😭😍😍 Look at my new Loki necklace! 😍

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  • proseofpandemonium
    31.07.2021 - 7 minutes ago


    Loki Laufeyson | God if Mischief

    Natasha Romanoff | Black Widow

    Peter Parker | Spider-Man

    Thor | God if Thunder

    Tony Stark | Iron Man

    #marvel fanfic #thor x reader #tony stark x reader #peter parker x reader #loki x reader #natasha x reader #thor odinson #thor odinson x reader #spiderman #spiderman x reader #loki laufeyson #loki laufeyson x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha Romanoff x reader #iron man x reader #marvel x reader #mcu#masterlist
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  • lesbian-deadpool
    31.07.2021 - 10 minutes ago

    Natasha: I like to stare into security cameras to let the government know I’m watching THEM.

    #source: ??? #incorrect marvel quotes #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff#avengers imagine#avengers#marvel imagine#marvel#MCU imagine#MCU
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  • cinnamon-ginger
    31.07.2021 - 11 minutes ago

    I’m seeing it a lot and let’s take a moment to address that when someone says “they’re canon sexuality is only confirmed for the comics not the MCU” is always 🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩 and is 100% homophobic rhetoric.

    #I wanted to make this it’s own post #yes this is about yelena belova #cgtalks#asexual#aroace#tw homophobia#tw aphobia#yelena belova#black widow#marvel#MCU
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  • themutantages
    31.07.2021 - 18 minutes ago
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  • shenanigans-and-imagines
    31.07.2021 - 19 minutes ago
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  • n0obmaster69
    31.07.2021 - 21 minutes ago

    hello hi

    can someone answer this please? XD

    #loki#marvel#mcu#tom hiddleston#loki series #self love my ass #it was just another forced hetro shit #sylvie laufeydottir#antisylki
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  • fanficshiddles
    31.07.2021 - 28 minutes ago

    What About Trust, Chapter 6

    Cleo made her way down the street to Loki’s shop, she was just about there when she saw a young couple running out of the store as fast as they could, almost tripping on their way out.

    ‘AND DON’T BOTHER COMING BACK!’ Loki roared at them as he stepped outside to make sure they left.

    ‘Well, that’s one way to get recurring customers.’ Cleo commented, raising an eyebrow at him.

    Loki’s face instantly softened. ‘They were spilling coke on my books! They almost spilled all over the very first edition of The Tale of Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter! Do you know how much that is worth?’

    Cleo’s eyes widened. ‘You have the original, like, the very first one ever? The Tale of Peter Rabbit?’

    ‘I do… And it was almost ruined by those imbeciles.’ He growled.

    ‘Can I see it?’

    Loki huffed and folded his arms over his chest. ‘You’re not listening. It was almost ruined! Value, gone. Poof.’

    ‘Well we better check it over to make sure they definitely didn’t ruin it.’ Cleo said as she went past him into his shop.

    He followed her in and she had already spotted said book on the table by the fire place. She sat down on his chair and pulled it in closer to the table, then carefully opened the book to the first page.

    Loki knew he could trust her with his books. She was the only one he knew for certain wouldn’t wreck his prized possessions.

    ‘Oh wow, this is incredible. I can’t believe it’s the first one. Seriously, how do you get hold of these?’ She asked in awe as Loki wandered over and perched on the arm of the chair.

    ‘I have my ways… My adopted parents were rather, well off. I grew up surrounded by many of these books they’d managed to acquire over the many years.’ Loki said.

    ‘I wish my parents had been as into books or music. I mean, they did read and listen to music, but not to the extent that I do. I was always told off for living with my head in the clouds. My nose always stuck in a book or my headphones in to listen to music.’ Cleo admitted.

    ‘If it’s any consolation, my brother and father was the same. My brother especially was always mocking me for being a book worm. But there’s nothing wrong with it, nothing at all.’ Loki said softly, making her smile.

    She looked back at the book and read through it, careful with every single page. When she finished, she closed it and gently put it back on the table. ‘Well, it looks fine to me. So I think it got away unscathed from the coke spilling.’ She smiled up at Loki.

    ‘Thank you for so graciously checking.’ He chuckled and grabbed the book to return it to its rightful place.

    ‘You’re welcome.’ She grinned and hopped up to her feet. ‘So, I was thinking.’

    ‘Uh oh, dangerous.’ Loki teased, smirking as he walked back over to her.

    She narrowed her eyes at him. ‘Ha. Ha… I was thinking, if you’re not doing anything tomorrow night, perhaps you’d like to come along to a gig? My friend is in a band and they’re playing at Grand Central Pub.’

    ‘Hmm.’ Loki folded his arms over his chest. ‘I think I’m washing my hair tomorrow night.’

    Cleo glared up at him and put her arms across her chest, too. ‘Don’t be such an ass. You might even enjoy yourself, where’s the harm in that?’

    ‘Being in a room full of sweaty strangers dancing and gyrating against one another is not my idea of a fun night.’ Loki drawled and wandered over to the nearest book shelf to tidy up a little, even though to Cleo it already looked tidy.

    ‘What is your idea of a fun night?’ Cleo queried and leaned against the book shelf next to him, getting in his way.

    He scowled down at her. ‘A quiet night in with a good book and chocolate is all that I need.’

    ‘Well, it starts at seven, if you do change your mind. And it’s not a nightclub, it’s a pub. Table seats and a chilled atmosphere.’ Cleo shrugged and started backing away from him. ‘They’re a good band, you might just surprise yourself and enjoy it.’

    ‘I doubt that.’ Loki mumbled and concentrated on front of him.

    Cleo rolled her eyes and shook her head. ‘Alright, your loss.’ She called to him as she headed out.

    ‘I look forward to hearing all about it the next time you come in to bug me and steal my chair.’ Loki said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, just before she headed out the door.


    Loki sighed as he looked up at the pub on front of him. He couldn’t believe he had talked himself into going along.

    It wasn’t like he had anything better to do anyway, but still.

    If it had been anyone else but Cleo inviting him, he would’ve definitely refused. But the thought of spending more time with her was far too appealing, he couldn’t help himself. And she clearly wanted to spend more time with him, too. Since she had invited him, after all.

    When he walked into the bar, he was indeed pleasantly surprised to find it was a relaxed atmosphere. It was busy, but not too busy. There was still room to move around without being pressed against other people.

    ‘Hey, Luke!’ Came a familiar voice.

    He turned to the side and smiled when he saw Cleo at a small table at the back. She motioned him over and grinned when he approached, holding out a bottle of beer towards him.

    Raising an eyebrow, he took the drink from her and sat down with her. ‘How did you know I would turn up?’

    Cleo shrugged and took a swig of her own beer. ‘I wouldn’t say I knew you would, but I hoped you would. I figured if you weren’t here by ten past, then you wouldn’t turn up and I’d just go join my friends.’

    ‘I might’ve been fashionably late.’ He shrugged.

    ‘Nah, you certainly don’t seem to be the type to ever be late to something.’

    Loki tilted his head slightly. ‘Why are you not joining your friends? Or having them join us? Where are they?’

    ‘They’re over there, near the bar.’ She pointed to a table of five people, two guys and three girls. ‘Our friend is the drummer of the band. I also guessed that if you did come along, you wouldn’t want to be subjected to conversing with my friends.’

    Loki frowned. ‘We can join them if you want.’

    ‘Do you want to? Or do you want to stay here at this table?’ Cleo asked, smirking as she knew exactly what his answer would be.

    ‘It is cosier here...’ He said sheepishly.

    Cleo laughed. ‘Don’t worry, I said I’d catch them for a quick catch up after the gig.’

    Loki smiled and clinked his bottle with hers. He felt warmed that she had thought about what he would prefer, what he would be comfortable with. No one had really gone out of their way for him before or made a sacrifice to make him happier, no matter how little it was it meant a lot to him.

    He ended up really enjoying the gig when it started, even bobbing his head a little in tune with the music. Cleo was moving around in her chair dancing and cheering plenty between songs.

    Though Loki found himself looking at Cleo more often than at the band on stage. The way her eyes were sparkling in the light, she was such a cheerful and happy soul. It made Loki feel fuzzy inside whenever he looked at her and was with her.

    He knew he was in deep trouble now.

    After the gig was over, Cleo went to see her friends and Loki decided to go with her to meet them. He thought after all she did for him, he should at least make an effort and be polite.

    Cleo was pleasantly surprised when Loki wasn’t like a bear with a sore head towards them. He greeted them all and commented to her friend in the band about how good the gig was.

    ‘Are you coming along to the party?’ One of her friends asked.

    ‘I have to work tomorrow, so should probably head home.’ Cleo said sadly.

    ‘If you give me five minutes, I’ll walk you home.’ One of her other friends offered, one of the guys. They were always wary about their female friends walking home alone in the dark. Even though it was well lit.

    ‘I’m heading home too, so I’ll make sure Cleo gets home safely.’ Loki jumped in.

    ‘Are you sure?’ Cleo asked.

    ‘Of course.’ Loki nodded with a smile.

    After saying bye to her friends, Loki and Cleo headed out into the cool night together.

    ‘Don’t even say it.’ Loki drawled.

    ‘What? I didn’t say anything!’ Cleo said, but he had known from the way she skipped along the pavement that she had been about to say something.

    ‘I know you were about to.’ Loki narrowed his eyes at her.

    She grinned and began walking backwards just ahead of him. ‘What, that I told you so?’

    ‘Yes. That.’ Loki rolled his eyes, making Cleo laugh.

    ‘Well, in my defence I did tell you so… But I am really glad that you enjoyed it.’ Cleo settled back walking next to him.

    It wasn’t too far to Cleo’s place. She lived in a nice block of flats not too far from the city centre. But down a nice quiet residential street so it wasn’t too crazy.

    Loki walked her up to the front door of the building.

    ‘Thank you for inviting me along tonight. It was a pleasant enough evening.’ Loki grinned.

    ‘I’m glad you decided it was more exciting than washing your hair.’ Cleo quipped, grinning back at him.

    Loki chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. ‘Yeah, it turned out to be a little better than doing that.’

    ‘Because of course the company was exceptional.’ Cleo teased, mocking a bow.

    ‘It was indeed.’ Loki purred.

    The both of them paused a moment, looking into one another’s eyes. Loki’s heart started pounding against his chest and so did Cleo’s. They both began to lean in closer, slowly moving towards one another. Loki glanced down at her lips, almost there…

    Suddenly the front door swung open and a tenant from the building came bustling out, moving right through between Loki and Cleo. ‘Sorry, excuse me!’

    Loki cleared his throat and Cleo stepped back a bit, feeling a little shy suddenly.

    ‘Uhm, well, thanks for walking me home, Luke. I really appreciate it.’ She smiled sweetly at him, her cheeks red.

    Loki opened his mouth slightly for a moment, about to admit his real name. But he found he just couldn’t do it. Then she would know who he truly was, and all the bad things he’d done… He didn’t want to risk her hating him.

    ‘The pleasure was all mine, darling.’ He ended up saying charmingly.

    He waited until Cleo was safely inside the building and out of sight, heading upstairs, before he headed for home… Muttering curses at himself under his breath the entire way.

    #Loki#Tom Hiddleston#fan fiction #what about trust #MCU Loki #Loki x OFC
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  • barnesandco
    31.07.2021 - 28 minutes ago

    Little Hands (II)

    Series Masterlist

    You, Bucky, and Anastasia pay Bruce Banner a visit. 

    This is an entry for @star-spangled-bingo 2021. Word count: 1836. Square filled: “You don’t wanna know.”

    Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

    Warnings: More Sad Child. Needles, fear of. So much overthinking.

    A/N: Gosh, I’m so glad I got this chapter edited in time. I hope you like it and I’m sorry for skipping out on y’all last week! To make up for it, there’ll be two updates this weekend, so look out for the next chapter tomorrow! Lmk what you thinkkkk

    The Avengers Compound is every bit as spectacular as you could have possibly hoped, and yet you’re unable to fully appreciate it because of the sheer absurdity of the situation. Your hand is in the vice-tight grip of the supposed daughter of your neighbor, who happens to be an Avenger.

    Said neighbor is pacing back and forth in front of you as you sit in Bruce Banner’s laboratory, with Anastasia beside you while you wait for Bruce to arrive. Ana is remarkably calm, her young features – the round cheeks, still-wet eyes – made mature by her abnormal silence. Something about her makes you think she’s used to this kind of tension. Something about her screams war-child. Perhaps this grip she has on you is the first demand she has made in a long time, the only tantrum she has ever been allowed to throw.

    While you aren’t particularly experienced with children, you think you want her to feel safe with you, because it seems she hasn’t been elsewhere. Ana’s eyes flit around the room in the only behavioral indication of her youth – a childlike curiosity, shining in the face of this fancy, new place that gleams like a toy store. Every now and then, her gaze jumps back from the alien appearance of the lab to her father (?) who seems intent on wearing a hole in the tiles with his pacing.

    It is beginning to wear on you: both Bucky’s pacing and Ana’s steadily increasing anxiety. He hasn’t said a word to her since he opened the envelope, only asked that you accompany him to the Compound seeing as Ana won’t go alone with him (You would have gone with him even if that hadn’t been so. Though the nature of your relationship is ambiguous at times, the strength of your friendship is not. You’ll figure this out. You won’t leave him alone). Clearly, there is some unspoken memory that has him convinced the claim in the letter is plausible. Neither of you would be here if it wasn’t.

    Bucky doesn’t talk too much about his past. He has offered a few of the shattered shards of his past reflection to you in the few night-caped moments you have hammered on his door upon hearing shouts across the hall. Between that, and what you know thanks to Black Widow’s file dump, the big Avengers’ in-fight in Europe last summer, the consequent resolution to the Accords, and Bucky’s publicized pardon, you can guess at the traumas that lurk in the depths of him.

    They’re traumas that are closer to the surface of his eyes now, pulled forth by this new life, this little soul that has no business with such dark things, and the implication that this holds. Ana, innocent as she may be, is an insinuation of what else might have been unwillingly torn from Bucky.

    You don’t want to think about it, because it hurts to do so, because you care for him, in many, many ways. It seems that Anastasia is also starting to tire of it. With every step Bucky takes, her hand tightens on yours. Fortunately, soon, the door to your left opens, and Bruce Banner enters his lab.

    He's appropriately disheveled for this hour in the morning. Under his pristine lab coat, one of his shirt buttons is done into the wrong buttonhole, but his eyes are alert, frantic even, though you get the feeling that this is a man always on the edge of escape.

    Bucky lets out a breath he seems to have been holding at the same time as his shoulders tense. “Thanks for coming so early, Doctor Banner. I wouldn’t have called if—”

    “You never call, so I know it must have been important. But it looks like I’ve kept you waiting anyways,” Banner says, his eyes widening as they move from Bucky, to you, to the little girl at your side. “What’s the matter? You know I’m not a medical doctor, right?” He asks, putting a work bench between himself and his visitors.

    Bucky clears his throat, and doesn’t quite know how to say what he needs to. After a few more seconds of hesitation, in which Banner waits patiently, Bucky extracts the envelope containing the fateful letter from his pocket, and hands it over.

    The furrows in Doctor Banner’s brow multiply spontaneously, and when he looks up, Bucky gestures with a subtle nod of his head to Ana. He has yet to explain your presence, but you think Doctor Banner is a smart man. It won’t take more than Anastasia’s tight hold on you for him to put two and two together. Sometimes, a scared child is just that, no matter how unusual.

    Most of their ensuing conversation is held at a lowered volume, set by Bucky, probably out of courtesy for Ana. You can hear snatches and phrases, most of them confirmations of things you had expected and some, not so much. Lobby security cam footage… fingerprints… paternity test… serum… blood sample…

    By the end of it, some facsimile of a plan seems to have evolved between the two men, because Doctor Banner turns away with a smile and you, taking it as a welcome, stand and approach him. He rounds his desk and shakes your hand, exchange introductions though he hardly needs one, and then, he crouches, the way Bucky had, and offers Ana his hand.

    “Hi, I’m Bruce.”


    Bucky steps forward. “Anastasia—” the name is clumsy on his tongue, because he’s scared. You can see it, and you hope he knows you are, too, but you’ll stand with him regardless, “—Bruce is going to check that you aren’t sick.”

    “I’m okay.”

    “We need to be sure.”


    Banner pulls out a chair, and you’re about to sit Ana down on it, when she pushes you gently into it, and sits on your lap. You can do nothing but wrap your arms gently around her, so she doesn’t fall. The apology in Bucky’s eyes is melted with a sympathetic smile. It’s alright. A child developing an inexplicable affection for you is not the worst thing to ever happen to you.

    Ana is warm and a comfortable weight on you, and you hold her as loosely as you can, feel the movement of her chest against your arms with each breath. Her hair is a mix of wool-thick and silk-soft against your chin, smelling faintly of the sugar-sweet strawberry scent found in children’s shampoos. Someone took care of her.

    Someone she isn’t asking for. What kind of child doesn’t ask for their mother, past the initial, momentary heartbreak? How has she come to terms with the apparent change in custody, when the new custodian hasn’t?

    Whether Bucky is to be the new guardian has yet to be determined. You can see Bruce pulling out a syringe and preparing a vial. You wonder if she’s scared of needles. Bucky flinches at the sight of them, even now. He’s said that his disdain for the cold clinicism of medicine dates back to long before Hydra. Medical equipment reminds him of worrying that his best friend was going to die. It’s the fear he has harbored longest, longer than his fear of war, of gunshots in the dark, of blood on his hands.

    Ana shares it. When she sees the needle, she screams, and Bucky lunges forward to help you hold her in place. She’s so, so much stronger than you thought and while you can hold her limbs, her head thrashes about, and so does her torso, making it impossible for Bruce to get to the inside of her elbow.

    In the chaos, your eye lands on a trinket on a nearby desk, sitting there like a peace offering, literally beckoning to you. “Hey, Ana,” you whisper-yell, trying not to get hit in the jaw by her head. “Do you like animals? Cats? I have a friend who has lots and lots of cats, and I could take you to see them.” It’s working. You’re out of breath, but she’s quieting. Most little kids love cats. You love cats. “I think Bruce has a toy cat. See, over there?” You dare to lift an arm to point at the maneki-neko on the table. Ana stills. Her eyes follow the hypnotic movement, and the syringe at Ana’s elbow does its job.

    When the bandage is put on, you and Bucky let go with twin nervous chuckles of relief and disbelief, and Bruce puts the vial in a machine. Ana hops off to approach the desk, and bats at the paw waving at her like a mirror of it.

    “We should have the results soon. I think the others are starting to wake up, if you want to say hi,” Bruce says, taking off his glasses and wiping them on the corner of his lab coat.

    “Maybe later,” you say, seeing that Bucky is hardly in any position to converse casually with his teammates right now. Not to mention, it’d be a lot of work to explain Ana, especially before having any sort of confirmation of who she is.

    Bucky pulls out a chair next to you while Bruce opens a laptop a few counters away, and an x-ray machine lifts its head behind Ana, who has moved on from the lucky cat, and is stroking the leaves of a flowering plant.

    “Peace lily,” Bucky says, startling you. You look at him, the bags under his eyes, the way he almost looks his age right now, and fight the urge to hold his hand. “It’s the first flower I bought for my apartment. I put it in a community garden after a nightmare about the war. Didn’t feel right for me to have it.”

    He's talking about the Second World War. The war always refers to his first war. You think he’s talking about peace, and not the lily, after what he’s done. After what he was forced to do.

    “It’s not your fault,” is an automatic response, and never enough, especially for the war, because at least he was in his own senses, even if he was drafted. It always elicits a self-deprecating laugh, but right now, he’s too tired for even that.

    Right now, he can only watch as the x-ray camera follows Ana around the room, from the peace lilies, to an Amazon elephant’s ear, to a strange sculpture made from Coca-Cola cans glued together by what looks like spider-webs.

    Too soon, Bruce calls you over to his work station. You follow Bucky, one eye on Ana.

    “She’s yours,” Bruce says, and Bucky inhales sharply. Now, you do take his hand, stroke the metal ridges with your calloused thumb. “But she has disproportionately more of your DNA than her mother’s.”

    “What does that mean?”

    Bruce wrings his hands. “She’s not a complete clone, but nearly a genetic copy. 80% of a clone, if you will.”

    Bucky is growing increasingly uncomfortable, shifting next to you. “How’s that possible?”

    “You don’t wanna know.”

    #SSB2021#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fanfic #reader insert#fanfiction#marvel fanfiction#marvel fanfic#marvel#mcu#fanfic
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  • feeblytech
    31.07.2021 - 29 minutes ago

    Michael Waldron says Doctor Strange 2 Multiverse of Madness will different from the sequel

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  • lessislost
    31.07.2021 - 31 minutes ago


    class is boring; peter already learned with bruce

    class gets held back for a bit

    flash says peters internship is fake and the ft is going to prove that

    there’s alway one intern that peter knows (bonus points if it’s felicity from arrow)

    peter always has his own access badge and it gets called out by flash

    when he scans his badge it’s always the highest and everyone’s like “WHAT WOW “

    flash bullies peter and either friday the avengers or bruce tells the team/they slowly meet the avengers while going from room to room

    flash calls peter ‘penis parker’

    peter almost calls tony ‘dad’

    tony fucking destroys flashes future and takes peter early from the ft

    i’m not kidding read on and almost all of these will be featured

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  • lene-loki
    31.07.2021 - 37 minutes ago

    HELLO GUYS!! You can now also request "Stranger Things" Imagines :) Read on my post "Requests" on which characters are availaible!

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  • crystal0wls
    31.07.2021 - 43 minutes ago

    I did a funny with the squad

    In order:
    1st row: Zeldrick and Hyacinth
    2nd row: Sonder and Tyveri
    3rd row: Sakari and Daegmund
    4th row: Girven and Layla
    5th row: Valek
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  • foreststarrsfiles
    31.07.2021 - 51 minutes ago
    𝐋𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟 ﹂𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐧﹁ ⇢ available for shipping

    FULL NAME: Lyra Maximoff.

    CURRENT ALIAS: Wiccan.

    RELATIVES: Vision (Birth father), Wanda Maximoff (Birth mother), Tommy Maximoff (Twin brother)

    ORIGIN: Witch & mutant reincarnated from a magical construct created by Wanda Maximoff as a “daughter”.

    STATUS: Alive.

    See, I'm the child of a witch and an android. I'm their wish come true. Bigger than magic, living information, retro-reincarnated in human form. Now, my brother? He'd give you a physical fight. He'd warp time and space to punch you fifty times a second. But when I warp time and space... I use my words. And I say I'm a bigger deal in this reality than you are.

    #mcu rp#wandavision rp #pls dont reblog
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