#Loki: 616 AU

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Sunna 9 (loki/reader) (stephen strange/reader)

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warnings: the after effects of mind violation; canon-typical violence.

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“You said you could handle Stephen,” I whisper at Wong as we descend into the undercroft. The two of us had fallen behind the god and Sorcerer Supreme, who are too busy pointedly ignoring each other to take notice of us.

“And you believed me?” Wong replies, clutching onto my arm as I wobble down the steps. “When have I ever been able to control him?”

Stephen had insisted on staying while Loki worked went into my mind, though I would have preferred if he had left us, since he had done little but argue with Asgardian, the methods and place and magic, he'd had a problem with all of it. It had been especially bad when Loki had mentioned the terms 'diagnostic' and 'exploratory', suggesting that there may be need for more than one session. I hadn't been able to bring myself to speak. It had gotten heated enough that Wong made the final call and they'd both shut up, glaring at each other. They agree on a method Loki explains something about the layers to the mind, but I'm mostly too nervous and ashamed to say anything.

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The curving stone stairs spiral downwards. The four of us had mostly trudged in silence, minus the whispering between Wong and I. Stephen is still brooding and still unable to look at me. My gut knotted uncomfortably every time the sorcerer came into my line of vision. I couldn't shake this sinking feeling that I had ruined our friendship as I knew it. Between the kiss and this betrayal...

Loki reaches the door to the undercroft first, throwing it open and disappearing. Stephen soon follows, and I pause, allowing Wong to enter before me. I'm just about to pass through the doorway when I hear a voice behind me.

“There you are, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Turning on my heels, I found Loki a few steps behind me, illuminated by the golden light at the entrance on the stairwell. When I don’t move, he takes a cautious step down closer to me, empty hands outstretched in peace as though he wasn’t a weapon in his own right. “We already started the spell, remember?” His voice is more tender than I'd thought him capable of. “You’ve attached your psyche to the last memory before you went under,” and he gestures behind me to the door.

Following his direction, I glance at the door to the undercroft, and found it closed, though Wong certainly wouldn’t have shut it on me. My eyebrows furrow. Loki’s outfit had changed. He had arrived in Asgardian robes, a green cloak over dark leather and adorned in gold jewellery, but the Loki above me had ditched the finery in favor of jet black trousers and a matching belted overcoat that worked for the autumn winds outside.

Now that Loki had mentioned it I was getting a sense of déjà vu.

I believe him, recalling the rules that Stephen had outlined for me in the moments before I'd gone under: firstly, the only safe way to view a new memory is to go through a door; and secondly, though he had looked troubled at the concept, Stephen had expressly warned me not to leave Loki’s side.

“Let's get this over with.” I step off the bottom stair. “Where do we start?”

“We go through the door,” Loki replies, reaching past me to twist the knob, pushing it open. “After you.”

There was a dead body in the Sanctum’s Weird Hallway.

Despite what you might expect, Memory-Me doesn’t scream. It was just a body - confronting, for sure, but at that point, I'd been at the Sanctum for a couple of months, well, it's called the Weird Hallway for a reason. The hallway isn't there all the time, appearing as a new door off of the kitchen every now and again and to be perfectly truthful, in the desiccated state it was in, I didn't think a dead body posed much of a threat.

Walking half the length of the hall, Memory-Me approaches watchful, but calm. The eyes are open and visibly dry, the skin on his eyelids stretched thin. Completely and utterly dead.

And yet, an eyeball swivels to observe me.

That’s when I'd screamed.

The body pulls itself up.

My knees just give out, and I regain control of them just in time to stop me from completely collapsing, but instead Memory-Me is sent shoulder-first into the nearest wall.

“Hey,” Memory-Stephen must have heard me cry out. “Are you-? Oh. Shit.” As soon as Stephen and the corpse noticed each other, a new energy had been renewed in the rotted body and it leapt to its feet with surprising vigor.

This is the fifth memory we've had to watch and it hasn’t been any more helpful than the others.

“This is useless,” I shove my hands in my pockets.

Loki sighed, rolling his eyes, talking slowly like I'm a toddler. “Your memories are leading us where we need to go.”

“They’ve led us nowhere.”

“It’s a process,” he groans, sauntering up to the door that Stephen and the zombie had disappeared through, wrenching it open. “Do I challenge you in your areas of expertise?”

“Yes! You do. Consistently.” I stomped passed him into the next memory. “I’ve met you twice before and both times you challenged my comprehension like I was an idiot. I have fucking brain, you absolute jackass.” 

“I never said you were an idiot! I only imply it.”

“Oh my god, I’m going to kill you-”

“I have to tell you something,” Memory-Wong stands in front of me, blocking access to Stephen’s office.

“Come on Wong, I’m in a rush, I need to get my book back. The museum is gonna kill me if they find out I snuck out a manuscript.”

“He can't be disturbed-”

Memory-Me huffs impatiently. I was sleep-deprived from cataloguing sanctum artefacts. “I don’t care what Stephen's doing in there! I don’t have time for this, I’m going to be late for my shift. Kellye told me not to be late again.”

“Even so, I need to-”

Wong hadn’t anticipated that I would actually push past him.

I'd burst through the door to find Stephen deep in meditation, legs crossed yogi-style, hands in his lap, eyes shut, and hovering three feet above the floor.

His eyes fly open, including the third, which promptly vanishes as Stephen falls on his ass on the floor, letting out a yelp of pain or surprise or both.

“What the actual fuck?"

Loki doesn’t bother to hold back his laugh as we observe the fifteenth memory.

I'd long grown tired of his constant conversation. Recalling the exercises Stephen had given me to practice strengthening my mind when I first started training with him, I decide to make a list of Loki’s qualities to see if I can recall them all later. Right at the top of my list, I imagine the word ‘aggravating' in big looping letters.

“Thought a prince would have been taught better manners than to laugh at other’s misfortune. Distasteful.” My arms fold across my chest. Irritating. Annoying.

“Of course! Forgive me my haughty attitude,” his voice is rich with sarcasm. Loki leans on the memory-table. I'm surprised it's solid. “Because Strange has never held back the opportunity to make a joke out of me. So composed. So gracious, your Sorcerer Supreme.”

I bite my tongue. He's not wrong. “Why do you two hate each other so much?”

“‘Hate’ is a strong word,” Loki’s mouth stretches into a wide smile, as he checks his manicure. “Highly accurate though. And little of your business.” Avoidant.

Behind us, the people in my memory are having an argument about magic and this takes my attention away from Loki. I watch as I pick a fight with my friends. To be fair to my passed self, my anger wasn’t directed at them, it was the result of a series of unfortunate incidents all in a row. At the time I was exhausted, late for work and in fear of the repercussions, and I had just discovered that I wasn’t alone, that others held magic too.

I have a rather explosive approach to emotions.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me- don't you think you should warn potential housemates that your a fucking witch?"

"Sorcerers," Stephen and Wong correct in unison.

"Both of you?!"

"Secrets, secrets," Loki muses.

“I moved in a week before that,” I say, more to myself than anything.

Loki perks up at the comment, his shoulders squaring, “how long had you known them?”

I shrug, “by now, almost a year, I think.”

“But how long before you moved in with them?”

“Two or three months, why?”

Loki is silent. I can't tell what he's thinking.

"What?" I ask.

Memory-Stephen performs a series of gestures, a crack in reality forming, the entrance to the Mirror Dimension. The three of us stepped through, vanishing.

Am I I just realizing now that I never called in sick to the museum that day? I can't believe Kellye didn't hand my ass to me on a platter.

Loki approached the crack to the Mirror Dimension, indicating for me to follow, but I hesitate. “Stephen said only to go through doors.”

“He also said to follow me,” Loki replies, disappearing through the crack, leaving me little choice but to follow.

Rather than entering the mirror dimension, we step straight into another new fresh memory.

Memory-Me writhed in bed, gasping for air. It was the night after Stephen had found me, after Loki had turned my brain into ham and pea soup.

“Hurry up, my dear,” says the voice from my dreams, echoing around the room. “You would not do well to have to join me in my clouded cage.”

My memory flings the sheet off of herself, launching out of bed with barely enough sense to put on some pajama shorts before rushing off to Stephen's room.

I freeze in place, blushing at my memory's lack of clothing. To his credit, Loki turns his gaze away from the sight, just a gentlemanly dip of his head.

The door shuts behind my fleeing figure.

With a wave of his hand, Loki causes the scene to start again.

“What are you doing?” He had not done this to any of the other memories.

The memory is paused in the beginning, capturing my face in a panicked expression.

“There is a magical presence in your dream,” Loki says. A wave of green washed outwards from him, illuminating the previously invisible purple energy. It is centered around Memory-Me, but the steady flow is crawling in from the open window.

“It looks like…” I hesitate. I'm scared to be wrong, but it looked like-

“Your magical signature.” Loki frowns. He looks bothered. “Any idea about why it’s coming to you from an external source?”

“I barely know my own name at this point, why would you think I'd have an answer to that." If the floor could swallow me up, I would have begged it to. I know nothing. About my magic, about magical in general, nothing more than the bits and pieces I had picked up from Stephen and Wong. How embarrassing it is to realize you are simple in the presence of a god. “You’ve been in my head, you probably know me better than I do. I don’t know anything about this stuff.”

There is a prolonged silence, in which Loki watches me and I make eye contact with anything but him.

“Well," he begins, "the following is a generalization, but magical signatures are like radio frequencies. My seidr comes from Asgard, and every one who channels seidr is on the same frequency, so to speak. Wong and Strange’s magic is derived from the energy of the multiverse, which is channeled through their gods. That's essentially its own frequency, as well. Your magic would have had its own unique signature.”

'Would have had'. Past-tense.

"We will learn more once we have located your power well."

"You don't think it's entirely lost?"

"No. I don't. My consciousness remains with this form," Loki gestures to himself, "but I can sense the presence of magic here."

Something released in my gut.

"Any idea where your powers come from?"

"I, uh, never knew, where, or… who was using the same frequency... I get the impression I searched out answers. I think it's what I was hoping to find out through academia, but I never found anything." I cringe at the statement. I wanted to be more definitive, tell Loki exactly how I had searched, but I couldn't offer anything other than vague inclinations. It's prior to my living memory. "Stephen searched everywhere, but nothing, ah, either."

I'm genuinely surprised that Loki doesn't use that as an opportunity to rag on Stephen, or boast of superior tracking skills.

"Can’t we just follow the magical signature back to its source? Like follow it out the window? Then we’d know who was talking to me in my dream.”

“In real life maybe, but in here, I’m afraid it’s not that simple - this is a vision of the past, a ghost of an event that has already happened and been imprinted as memory. We only have access to the parts that directly involved you, and from this slice of your life, I can't tell if you were drawing the magic to you while you slept, or if it was seeking you out. I wouldn't know where to begin."

I nod, it sounded like a stupid suggestion when I said it.

"Actually... I may have an idea." He straightens his lapels. "I cannot track your magic to the source from inside your mind, but if we treat it like an artifact that exists across memories... I might be able to connect each healthy memory of your magic to another. A thread that may lead us to your well of power." He doesn't wait for permission, Loki beginning to hum to himself.

It's a simple and rather beautiful as a form of magic and at times I swear I can hear two or even three notes as once. He is bathed in what I can only call black light.

"Are you ready?" Loki asks, his voice reverberating slightly. The light does not dissipate, instead it hovers around him, his eyes wholly black.

"I guess."

He looks otherworldly. This magic is different from his seidr. "Do you know what would happen if we tried to follow this flow of magic out the window?"

I shake my head.

"See, it's- oh- I'm not sure if you can see it from there- come here. That's it. Now, look over there, can you see-?"

Loki pushes me through the window. It doesn't break, warping against me until I phase all the way through with a pop.

I land on my ass with a yelp, but am lucky that I only fall two or three feet. The window was a door.

"Asshole," I mutter.

This scene is very similar to the last

Again, Memory-Me was in bed, but this time the dream didn’t seem to be quite as disturbing.

“Come now,” it's the same voice as in the previous dream, warm and slightly-accented. “You remember this, just practice.”

From the moment we entered this memory, Loki had drawn the magical signatures in the room to visibility. The purple that was coming in the window previously is still there, but it swirls with my own magical energy

Without warning, my memory's body flickers and disappears, Memory-Me's magical signature disappeared with me.

“Ages of Thunder,” Loki reeled back, surprised, looking back and forth between the memory and my real self. “That is a pretty unique incantation, sunna.”

I ignored the remark, my face scrunching up. “I don’t remember that dream. I learned an invisibility spell from a dream, but when I woke up, I couldn’t remember anything but the motions to perform the magic.”

“I am not sure I conveyed my surprise enough, I have never seen an invisibility spell that works like that,” for emphasis Loki restarts the scene, creating a repeating loop of my flickering form. “You see? You aren’t simply vanishing, you are disrupting your mass in some way.”

When my body vanishes, the comforter, which is draped over Memory-Me, drops entirely, like I had vanished completely. When my memory's body reappears, she is on top of the linen.

“So, it’s more than just turning invisible?” I wonder aloud, placing my hand on the arm of Memory-Me, and sure enough, when her body disappeared, my hand slipped onto the mattress like she had never been there. There wasn’t even an indent in the bed where my bodyweight should be.

Another memory begins to tugs at the edges of my brain, the thread Loki was working calling us, and in unison, Loki and I approach the door leading from my bedroom to the hallway.

We step into the Sanctum gym.

“That was good. The spell I mean. I didn’t realize the extent of it.”

Stephen looks nervous. I hadn't noticed when I lived this memory.

“What do you mean?”

“You were gone-”

“Uh-huh, that is what is usually meant when people say ‘invisibility spell’.”

“Ha-ha ,” Stephen rolls his eyes and begins packing up his sparring equipment, “but I, in all my infinite power, couldn't even feel you. Your presence. Your magic. Anything. It was like you popped out of existence.”

“When you perform this spell, what does it look like from your perspective?” Loki asked, turning to face me.

The memory restarts. Memory-Me vanishes again.

“I don’t know, like how does it feel, you mean?” I shrug. “It’s like looking at the world through a water bottle. I could still feel my body, like it wasn’t like I turned into gas or anything,” I nodded my head to the vision as Memory-Me shoves Memory-Stephen. “I could still interact with the world, but it took effort. I remember-” finding the words to describe the experience was a challenge, “I remember trying to talk with Stephen when I was invisible, but he couldn’t hear me? And his voice sounded so far away.”

Loki’s hand absentmindedly came up to rub his jawline. When he wasn’t parading around like a prized peacock, he was almost tolerable. Add that to the list - ‘almost tolerable.’ 'Relatively knowledgeable' when he'll share.

We walked without talking through several other memories, following the artifact thread along.

It's like glimpsing the most boring parts of your life. Memory-me eats, sleeps, reads, practiced magic and catalogued. Rinse and repeat.

The most confronting part is that, just as I feared, I don’t have any other friends, even anyone else I was close with. It seemed that as soon as I had met Stephen, as soon I found the Sanctum, either I just dropped any friends I had or I just plain didn't have any. No one checks on me, not friends, not coworkers. I move in with the sorcerers without saying goodbye to old neighbors... It's like I was a specter in my own life.

“I must have been so lonely,” I don't really mean for it to be said out loud, “but why don’t I remember feeling lonely, even in the beginning of my memories, when I had just met Stephen. I was living in New York for god-knows-how-long, and I had no one? So why didn’t I feel lonely? Or at least relieved that I finally made friends?”

Loki looks at me with a lifted brow. “Your whole life does seem to be rather Strange-oriented.”

I don’t know what to say to that. He's right.

“Are you in love with him?” There it was, that tenderness again. I am automatically distrusting of it.

“Why would you ask that?”

Loki smirks. “I’ve been in your mind, sweetness. I’ve felt what you’ve felt. You are drawn to him almost against rational thought.”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“Am I, Sunna?”

“Again with that stupid nickname. That’s not my name.”

“It means ‘sunshine’, I’ve given it to you in honor of your sunny disposition.”

"Don't."

"So, do you love him?"

My frustration at my situation solidifies, cast into a new form. My hands curl into fists at my side.

The black light surrounding Loki flickers out, and he looks down in bewilderment.

I'm not supposed to leave Loki, but in order to avoid hitting him and causing him to potentially leave me stranded in my own mind, I turn on my feet, walking back to the museum’s entrance and away from him.

My feet echo on the marble floors as I round the ticket booth and pushed the glass door, stepping through-

And halting immediately. No, no, no, no, no.

The night was dark, lit only by the pinpricks of hundreds of stars as the lazy wave of color begins to trace across the sky.

“Well, isn’t this romantic,” Loki mocks.

“I don’t want to be here,” I snap, turning to step back through the portal, through which I can see my bedroom.

But Loki slipped in between, stopping me from leaving. “You manifested it.”

“Let me leave.”

“Why, does something…?” Loki trailed off, his eyes locked on the scene behind me.

I'm frozen, only in the memory I can't feel the cold.

“Ah,” his gaze turned back to me, green eyes dancing with amusement. “Too embarrassed to watch your rejection, I see. I have to admit, you are braver than I thought, to kiss him and handle his rebuttal. Such a lack of explanation would have driven me mad.”

“Fuck off,” I said, attempting to shove him out of the way, but even with my entire bodyweight behind the action, he doesn't move at all.

“Well, this development has completely eviscerated my theory.” Instead of renouncing the scene, Loki strolls right up to the edge, pulling himself onto the rock Stephen and I had shared, and started the scene again with front row seats.

“Hey, cut that out!” but my outrage fell on deaf ears.

“See, I think that the circumstances in which you came under Strange’s care are suspicious enough, obviously, because of the whole diversion-mind-invasion situation, but now that I know he doesn’t feel for you the way you feel for him... Frankly I’m struggling to identify his motivations.”

The kiss. The rejection.

“What are you talking about?”

“The most straight forward answer is that Strange accepted you into his life, his home, because he is in love with you. That he could fall entirely in love with someone in two months goes against his suspicious nature, but that is the only reasoning I could come up with. The desire to help you, to protect you, to be around you constantly,” Loki's tone is torturous, he's trying to get under my skin. “But clearly, the man does not love you. I am at a loss.” Another list word - cruel.

He's just trying to get under my skin.

‘Can’t wait to see what kind of pedestal Strange stores you on.’ That’s what Loki had said the first day I'd met him, like he was already convinced Stephen loved me, even then. My gut twists.

I had thought we were close, but do I even really know Stephen? Clearly, I am not very good at reading him, because I thought we were having a moment under these stars, but why had I thought that? Historically Stephen kept me at arm’s length, he hadn’t exactly been forthcoming with himself. Was I delusional?

“You moved in with the man a few months after meeting him? Just joining him on missions and slotting into his life perfectly? Just like that?” Loki snapped his fingers in emphasis.

“I- I don’t know what that has to do with-”

“What about the rest of your life? What about everything else?”

“I still go to work, and- and I have hobbies! Like- like-” I scrambled, trying to name a single thing that I had done since meeting Stephen that would pass the Bechdel test. “It doesn’t matter! I don't have to explain anything to you.”

“Don’t you think that’s just awfully convenient? That Strange finds you one day, a poor lost magical kitten, and just absorbs you into his life without having to make any significant changes? But everything that was you beforehand is mysteriously lost?”

“He’s not a villain, Loki!”

“Of course not,” Loki smirked. “He’s just a man, who has managed to separate you from everyone you know and love, isolating you from your life before him, and now, with your memories lost, has managed to create a permanent form control over you.”

I look away for one second, but when I turn back, Loki is gone, and standing in his place is Stephen. “Is this what you want?”

“Stop it.” I could barely form the words.

“I love you, Sunna, I want the world for you, Sunna. You are my one true love, the star in the night that guides me,” Loki-Stephen crooned.

“I said stop,” I shoved the prince with everything I could muster, and to my surprise he actually staggers back a few steps.

His true form flickers for a second before he appears in front of me, a perfect copy of Stephen down to his scarred hands on my face. “Do you trust me?”

A thumb brushed my bottom lip. Stephen’s eyes held the same pain that I remembered and I gaped like a fish out of water, because this was too close to the real thing. Stephen is too close.

His face is leaning in, and I can’t help but move away like two magnets of the same polarity, his breath fanning across my nose until the last second when his brings his mouth to my ear, his breath warm. “Why do you trust me?”

My eyes are shut tight. I felt Stephen stepping around me, circling me, but not once putting an inch more space between our bodies. It's easy to believe that it's Stephen. He even smells like Stephen, lemons and earl grey.

“I don’t know.”

“Do you regret meeting me?” Stephen asks.

“Is this all a game to you?” I back away from him, desperate to be away from Loki’s appropriated warmth.

“Everything is a game to me. Do you ask a fish not to swim?” Loki's voice comes out of Stephen's mouth.

“What do you even want with me? Do you just want to torture me? I get it, Stephen doesn’t have feelings for me, I already knew that, I didn’t need you to tell me, I know. It was humiliating.” 

Loki finally gives me an inch of personal space, a satisfied expression across his features.

Insecurity and embarrassment turned to rage and I slap him hard across the face, so hard that I'd slapped the Stephen off of him.

Loki reels. It looks as though it actually hurt.

For a moment everything pauses and I then I am flooded with pure terror. The ground cracks around him with the force of his seidr.

A step forward and I take a matching step back. Green crackles in the air between us. Another step forward.

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Lloyd doesn’t actually like teaching fire safety to snot-nosed brats, but he loves going on the prowl for his next one night stand with the single moms, teachers, and school administrators… until he meets his match in a new no-nonsense teacher, who remains frustratingly unimpressed in the face of his uniform and charm. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

HOT-BLOODED _  ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Thor Odinson x Grad Student f!Reader

You’re usually very level-headed, okay? You’re not usually the type to get into scrapes like this. All you wanted was a tiny bit of revenge on your cheating, lying ex-boyfriend… you didn’t expect your rage to get the better of you, nor did you expect the fire you set to his car to get so out of control.  Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

WORLD ON FIRE _  ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Pietro Maximoff x Reporter f!Reader

Rumours begin to swirl around Station 616, calling into question the integrity of the fire department’s hiring policies. But when you meet Pietro Maximoff, the firefighter at the centre of all the controversy, suddenly the price of a potentially career-making story is no longer one you’re willing to pay. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

NOTES — I cannot wait to share these with you!!! 🥰

#ari levinson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #thor odinson x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #jake jensen x reader #frank adler x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #firefighter au #au: heat of the moment #marvel fanfiction #chris evans character fanfiction

[marveltrumpshate]

January 2024 MTH fills

The best way to see all the fills that have been shared with us is our monthly roundups tag or our #MTH-fills channel on our Discord, but you can also view them through the following methods:

Our Tumblr tags: 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023

Our AO3 collections: 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023 (only has works posted to AO3)

Completed works tag list

To find specific content, use our completed works tag lists above which includes instructions on how to search for a particular character, gen or romantic relationship, universe, and fanwork type. 

SOLO CHARACTERS

Goose

@secondalto - Cross-stitch piece of Goose for @rivetheadgirl

GEN/PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS

Pietro Maximoff & Wanda Maximoff

Lalaith Quetzalli/@lalaithquetzallicaresi - Mood board for rufferto9 for their fic, "An Archer's Tale"

SHIPS

Arthur Harrow/Khonshu

@tiptapricot - "Consummation of Consumption" (MCU Arthur Harrow/Khonshu fic about unhealthy, codependent sex featuring religious fanaticism and devotion) for @lintillathearchaeologist

Bruce Banner/Tony Stark

heyjupiter/@twentyghosts - "Under the Tuscan Mistletoe" (Bruce/Tony 1990s non-powered AU fic where Bruce and Tony have a holiday fling) for @kalika999

Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton

@claraxbarton - "Running Start" (Bucky/Clint non-powered soulmates identity porn AU fic) for Col1999 (MTH 2022) - "where we go" (616/MCU fusion Bucky/Clint asexual relationship fic) for @foxprints (MTH 2022)

Lalaith Quetzalli/@lalaithquetzallicaresi - Fic cover for @rufferto9 for their fic, "An Archer's Tale," a Clint/Bucky werelion AU - Mood board for rufferto9 for their fic, "An Archer's Tale," a Clint/Bucky werelion AU

Bucky Barnes/Darcy Lewis

@anonymousmink - Art of Bucky cuddling Darcy from behind in bed for @bekala

Bucky Barnes/Howard Stark

@ruquas - A wartime epistolary fic in the form of handwritten letters between Bucky and Howard for @fuckyeahhowardstark

Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers

blackthorn_possum/@possumwoodpie - Podfic of "Surprise of the Night," a 1930s Bucky/Steve fic where Bucky and Steve go to watch a blue movie by and for lou2

Clint Barton/Phil Coulson

@cakeisnotpie - "All the Difference" (Clint/Coulson AU fic where Phil is a homeless vet who crosses paths with Clint, who takes contracts to go after bad guys) for @oper1895 and stillcentre

Jake Lockley/Marc Spector

@tiptapricot - "Warm Pipes" (MCU Jake/Marc shower fic where Jake helps Marc find their body again) for @rufferto9

Loki/Mobius

Lalaith Quetzalli/@lalaithquetzallicaresi - Loki/Mobius edit of them smiling fondly at each other with the phrase "Wherever you are, that's home" for @t0nystark1er

Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Juulna/@juuls - Podfic of "felt with your two hands," a post-Endgame Steve/Tony fic where Tony helps Steve shave by and for @ishipallthings - Podfic of "lonely rivers flow to the sea (Topographies Remix)," a post-AoU Steve/Tony mutual pining fuck buddies fic by and for @ishipallthings

@longhornletters - Beta service for "Behind the Mask," a Steve/Tony Noir/Civil Warrior identity porn fic by and for @gottalovev (posted December 2023)

#monthly roundup #january 2024 #mth 2022 #mth 2023

[mthofferings]

MassiveSpaceWren

See MassiveSpaceWren’s existing works here.

Preferred contact methods: Email: [email protected] Discord: massivespacewren Tumblr: massivespacewren / wrenchirps

Preferred organizations: - Anything from the list of approved organizations

Will create works that contain: I’m open to almost anything not mentioned in the “Do not want” section. If you are unsure or have your heart set on something very specific, feel free to ask! Happy couple-y scenes, fighting together, fighting against each other, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, character being tied up or hurt, armor or no armor, all good! I like AUs too, especially medieval/fantasy AUs, fairy tale, canon AUs, Western AU, Roman AU, Viking AU, etc. Story wise, I love secret identities, enemies to lovers, pining, forbidden romance, secret relationships, and other fun tropes!

Will not create works that contain: NSFW content, mpreg/pregnancy, D/s AU, daddy kink, eye gore/eye stuff, general heavy gore, kids, dogs, actual major character death, Superior Iron Man (unless AU), smoking cigarettes, eyelid kissing, genderbending to make m/m into cis m/f (crossdressing, trans, nb, gnc, bending into f/f are all awesome though). I prefer Tony with a goatee instead of just a mustache, but will make exceptions in digital art. If you are unsure if I would do it, feel free to contact me.

  -- Art --

Auction ID: 1111

Will create works for the following relationships: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark - 616, 1872, AvAc, AA, Bullet Points (BP), Dark Ages, Earth-TRN193, Earth-TRN591, Earth-TRN944, IM:AA, Marvel 1602, MCU, Next Avengers, Noir, Old Man Logan, Secret Wars: Civil War, Secret Wars: Planet Hulk, Ultimates, What If..? Steve Rogers/Tony Stark - 616, 1872, AvAc, AA, Bullet Points (BP), Dark Ages, Earth-TRN193, Earth-TRN591, Heroes United, IM:AA, Marvel 1602, MCU, Marvel's Avengers (video game), Next Avengers, Noir, Secret Wars: Civil War, Secret Wars: Planet Hulk, What If..? Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark - 616, 1872, AvAc, AA, Bullet Points (BP), Dark Ages, Earth-TRN193, IM:AA, Marvel 1602, MCU, Next Avengers, Noir, Secret Wars: Civil War, Secret Wars: Planet Hulk, What If..? Loki/Tony Stark - 616, 1872, Arcadia, AvAc, Earth-TRN193, MCU, Noir, What If..? Teddy Altman/Billy Kaplan - 616, Noir

Work Description: Welcome to MassiveSpaceWren’s auction sheet for art or comics! This auction is for a custom piece of art/single comic panel that can be upgraded to more standalone pieces of art or more comic panels. The tiers are: <$60: A single drawing / single comic panel from $60: up to 2 standalone images OR 4 comic panels from $100: up to 3 standalone images OR 7 comic panels from $150: up to 4 standalone images OR 10 comic panels from $200: up to 5 standalone images OR 13 comic panels from $250: up to 6 standalone images OR 16 comic panels from $300: up to 6 standalone images OR 22 comic panels from $400: up to 6 standalone images OR 28 comic panels from $500: up to 6 standalone images OR 34 comic panels from $600: up to 6 standalone images OR 40 comic panels The art will be lineart or black & white, with a little bit of grey shading or some single colors. Please be aware I have a maximum of 6 standalone images and 40 comic panels, no matter how high the bid gets after these goals are reached. The standalone images are allowed to have up to 3 characters (without too complicated background) in it; the complexity of the comic panels will vary depending on the story. For the standalone images, I am happy to work with prompts or descriptions; for the comic, you can send me a script or a rough idea and I will work from that. I will show the sketches/page planning to be okayed by you. Since a page can have a different amount of panels, the page number will vary depending on the story, and I will send sketches for the arrangement on the page to be okayed by you. At least two changes to the sketches/planning are included. If your story idea doesn’t exactly fit the panel number, we can discuss options and work it out after the auction. If you have special wishes such as that you definitely want fullcolor art, or a very complicated background, please message me beforehand and we can talk about it (or take a look at my second auction). For example comic pages, click here. For example lineart, click here. Digital or traditional is up to you, in either case you will receive a digital file. (If you want to have the physical art, you will have to pay for shipping, might cost up to $10). I might be open to other ships depending on prompt and setting, so if you are interested, please message me beforehand and we can talk about it (or take a look at my second auction). It will take a while to finish it, since my real life takes a lot of attention, and other events also exist, and comics/multiple images can take a long while to complete. Please be patient. Good luck bidding and have fun with all of the great content in all of MTH! :)

Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature

Can pods bid on this auction? Yes - Podbids welcome!

CLICK HERE TO BID ON THIS WORK

-- Art --

Auction ID: 2059

Will create works for the following relationships: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark - 616, 1872, AvAc, AA, Bullet Points (BP), Dark Ages, Earth-TRN193, Earth-TRN591, Earth-TRN944, IM:AA, Marvel 1602, MCU, Next Avengers, Noir, Old Man Logan, Secret Wars: Civil War, Secret Wars: Planet Hulk, Ultimates, What If..? Tony Stark/Victor von Doom - 616, AvAc, Dark Ages, Earth-TRN193, Earth-TRN591 Jack Rollins/Brock Rumlow - MCU, What If..? Tony Stark-centric - 616, 1872, AvAc, AA, Bullet Points (BP), Dark Ages, Earth-TRN193, Earth-TRN591, Earth-TRN944, IM:AA, Marvel 1602, MCU, Next Avengers, Noir, Secret Wars: Civil War, What If..? Carol Danvers/Jessica Drew - 616, 1872, Arcadia, AvAc Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanov - 616, AvAc James "Rhodey" Rhodes/Tony Stark - 616, 1872, AvAc, Bullet Points (BP), Dark Ages, IM:AA, Marvel 1602, MCU, Next Avengers, Noir, What If..? JARVIS/Tony Stark - AvAc, MCU, What If..? T'Challa/Tony Stark - 616, AvAc, MCU, What If..? Richard Rider/Tony Stark - 616, AvAc

Work Description: Welcome to MassiveSpaceWren’s single image auction sheet. In addition to the listed ships, I am also open to doing art for other rarepairs than the ones listed. If you are unsure, please ask me beforehand. Do you like a weird small comic universe, or obscure characters with only a few appearances? I am likely up to drawing them. I may not have drawn all of the characters super often, so you may have to give me some reference. If you want a friendship with characters not listed (especially for female comic characters), I am likely up for it, just send me a message to ask maybe :D This auction is for a custom piece of art, that is: If the bids stay under $80: A black&white or greyscale or lineart style drawing, maximum of 2 characters with no complicated background. If the bids reach $80 or more: A full colour drawing/painting, maximum of 2 characters with no complicated background. If you want a more complicated background, please talk to me beforehand :) You can find general examples of my art here. - Black and white style - Watercolour style - Digital art Digital or traditional is up to you, in either case you will receive a digital file. (if you want the physical art, you will have to pay for shipping. It may cost up to $10, I am located in EU) It will take a while to finish it, since my real life takes a lot of attention, and other events also exist. Please be patient. Feel free to ask questions, I’m up for drawing almost anything! If you want a ship I don’t have listed, you can still ask (preferably beforehand). Good luck bidding and have fun with all of the great content in all of MTH! :)

Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature

Can pods bid on this auction? Yes - Podbids welcome!

CLICK HERE TO BID ON THIS WORK

The auction runs from October 22 (12 AM ET) to October 28 (11:59:59 PM ET). Visit marveltrumpshate.com during Auction Week to view all of our auctions and to place your bids!

#MassiveSpaceWren #auction: art #mth 2023

[scarlet--wiccan]

Speaking of au’s what’s ur opinion on Mistress Wanda aka Wanda Maximoff (Earth-1000) from Domination Factor: Fantastic Four Vol. 1 #4.7 (1999)?

Well, this is a character who literally only appears on one page, so there's not a lot to say about her.

Domination Factor, for anybody that's not familiar, was a late-90s crossover event starring the Avengers and Fantastic Four that involves, among other things, time travel. This eventually brings about the alternate timeline of Earth-1000, in which the majority of Earth's heroes live mundane lives without superpowers and the world is ruled by Loki and the goddess Knorda.

In Domination Factor: Fantastic Four #4, the Avengers and FF of Earth-616 become stranded in Earth-1000 as disembodied spirits. They need bodies to get anything done, so they decide to locate their Earth-1000 counterparts and possess them. Wanda finds her counterpart working as a fortune teller in New York, and she's not too happy about it.

As you can probably tell from 616-Wanda's costume, this comic came out during the brief period in the 90s where writers and artists-- namely Busiek and Perez-- were putting more focus on Wanda's Romani background. The decision to make Wanda's mundane counterpart a fortune-teller was likely an intentional reference to Romani stereotypes. I think Wanda's appalled response is meant to show that the stereotype is offensive, but the message is a bit muddled by the fact that Wanda herself is dressed Like That.

It bears repeating that in many parts of America, anti-Romani racism is a huge part of why fortunetelling businesses like the one shown here are heavily legislated against/and or criminalized, and Romani families and business owners are frequently profiled as scammers or con artists. I can imagine Wanda being unhappy to see herself in this position, but I can also imagine that she would have a lot more empathy and concern for any Romani woman, let alone an alternate version of herself, in this scenario.

#wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #domination factor

[walkitoffrogers]

If we've never written together before, you'd like to try out a different muse with him, or you just want a new context for loved pairs, here's a quick rundown of all of Steve's verses that currently have open starters. As always, advance plotting welcome but not required if you prefer to just wing it!

castaway: An MCU/616 mashup where the events of Castaway in Dimension Z happen midway during the five-year blip. Steve returns to his own universe (or possibly another one) with almost no time having passed for the ten years he spent trapped in Zola's world. Prior knowledge of this comics run is not required. Given that Steve could have ended up in any dimension, it's also ideal for fandom crossovers/AUs/duplicates/etc. (starter here)

gods & avengers: The Avengers are reincarnations of Greek gods, and Steve accepts the mantle of Hades during the battle of Wakanda to defeat Thanos and stop the snap from happening. Would love any/all Avengers or other muses as gods! I purposely left it vague about whether the whole world knows what they are, or if it’s a secret so wild nobody would believe it anyway, and I think both would be fun to explore. (starter here)

alt!tfatws: Instead of immediately returning the infinity stones, Steve returns to the past in an attempt to alter the timeline to keep Bucky from Hydra and Natasha from the Red Room. Instead, he’s captured by the Time Variance Authority and held for four months, until he conspires with Loki to break out. He returns to his own timeline the night of Sam’s Captain America speech. (starter here)

alt!postblip: Rather than return to the past, Steve passes the shield on to Sam and stays in the current timeline like a character who didn’t just undo 3+ movies of development. He’s there to help Bucky and Sam readjust to the world post-blip and learn the ropes on being Cap. (starter here)

#wishlist

[gavillain]

Another question about chasing a dream? What worlds were you going to have them visit what fandoms were going to be involved?

So I had the story divided into four "Waves" of worlds. I ended up stopping after Wave One, so that was all written, but the other waves were just in my head.

Wave One (all of these can be seen in the story; very much the set up phase)

Asgard/Earth-616 – Marvel Universe (set post phase one of the MCU but canon divergent from the MCU with more comics inspo beyond The Avengers)

Rise of the Guardians World

Haloweentown/The Land Without Magic - Halloweentown movies and Once Upon a Time

World of the Four Nations – Avatar: The Last Airbender

Tatooine – Star Wars

Wave Two (the main adventure phase)

Earth-616 (2nd Visit) – Marvel universe (rewrite of Iron Man 3 and Avengers: Age of Ultron)

Camelot – BBC's Merlin (finale intercepted before Arthur's death)

Avalon/Gargoyles Earth (post-Goliath Chronicles)

Earth-616 (3rd Visit) – Marvel universe (plot inspired by Secret War/The beginning of Civil War)

Enchanted Forest – Once Upon a Time (plot set during season one following Mulan and Prince Phillip fighting Cora)

Montressor – Treasure Planet (return trip home focused on Jim's missing dad returning)

Wave Three (the ANGST arc - everything gets angsty and messy)

Repo! the Genetic Opera World (post film)

Earth-666 – Supernatural (post season 6; everything else discontinuity) and The Covenant (post film)

Percy Jackson & the Olympians World (the Dream Team get time capsuled for four years in the Lotus Casino)

Neverland/Enchanted Forest/The Land Without Magic (2nd Visit) – (Once Upon a Time season 3A rewrite fix-fic)

Halloweentown (2nd Visit) - Halloweentown

Earth-616 (4th Visit) – Marvel universe (plot inspired by Civil War and Dark Reign)

Wave Four (the finale arcs)

San Fransokyo - Big Hero 6 (post film - this was before the TV show existed)

Kingdom Keepers world (post series)

Symphony of Sorcery - Fantasia

Atlantica – The Little Mermaid II: Return to the Sea AU retelling to make it... y'know, good.

Rise of the Guardians World (2nd Visit)

Earth-616 (5th Visit)/Asgard (2nd Visit) – Marvel universe (plot inspired by Dark Reign and Siege - final hoorah against Team Loki)

Fhloston Paradise – The Fifth Element (final hoorah against Team Mok)

Hollow Bastion - Kingdom Hearts (final hoorah against the Overlords)

There would have also been a few fandoms that popped up that weren't featured as worlds such as Descendants, True Blood, Heroes, and Dragon Age.

[foxcakq]

Wooo Boy a theory/au head cannon?????

These are Var and Syn Iwaldidottir! Syn is right and Var is left, Var is melodramatic while Syn is more rational but still loves drama, with Sigyn being their younger sister. 616 Loki isolated Sigyn from her friends and family, so much so that Hoder, her once best friend, thought he was going insane when he heard his old best friend speaking to him.

#sigyn #marvel comics #marvel #they are gossiping

[suffcring]

I just wanna tell the newer followers from the MCU fandom that I have been writing Darcy since 2012 -- originally on zapzaptasers, then zzapzzap, then zzapzzaptasers

she is literally almost not even the canon character anymore. I had a 616 AU for her years before she finally was introduced in Scarlet Witch.

I actively read comics from 2008-2015, and haven't really picked up much since, besides Wanda's current run. I gave away almost all of my single issues (five long boxes) to my friend's 17 year old son, with the exception of the full run of Hellblazer, Lobo and Lobo's Back, and Kaine's Scarlet Spider run. I wrote Kaine twice before, once with some success in 2013 where I got a shit ton of anon hate for not remembering every minute detail of a character who appeared off and on for twenty years, so now he's my own headcanon based version tied into a friend's AU MCU Peter (where Peter is suitably older ala 616 and not a child). What's the difference between my Kaine and canon 616 Kaine? Almost nothing. I just wanted to avoid criticism for not getting everything perfectly right.

I stopped watching every MCU thing that came out about two years ago when I was pissed about how Doc Strange 2 went about undoing Wandavision and I realized the tv shows are never going to matter to the larger storyline, which is a mess to begin with-- honestly, I've been frustrated with a lot of MCU for a long while, but that was really my last straw. Since then, I've only seen season 1 of Loki (and hated it), Antman3 (meh), Thor 4 (a masterpiece imo), both seasons of What If (also masterpieces), Black Panther 2 (I weeped) and most of Ms Marvel (but not The Marvels)

All this to say, I've been writing Darcy in weird crossovers or with my friends ocs almost exclusively for years and I've written Kaine almost not at all (Tagg wasn't joking when they said he appears less than Plushia). Marvel itself leaves something of a bad taste in my mouth these days, and I am continually frustrated by being followed by Marvel canons just to be ignored in favor of my buddy's Pietro.

I am largely a Ghost rp blog. That is just a fact.

BUT -- if you're interested in writing with Darcy or Kaine, even knowing all of this, you're welcome here! I am a plot-forward rp partner, come chat with me :)

Darcy is very headcanon based with an invisible mutation, and I'd love to chat about what we can do.

#ooc #negativity tw #okay it's not SUPER negative #it kinda just fleshes out my frustration with Marvel #and how getting new Marvel followers -- especially MCU followers #is bringing that up more frequently in my thoughts

[thelightofthingshopedfor]

okay so who wants to write the Multiverse of Madness AU where [spoilers]

Wanda’s mom instincts go further than her own kids and/or she’s able to resist the Darkhold’s corruption for some reason, and a good part of what’s going on is actually a big misunderstanding where she’s really sending demons under her control to protect America from way worse interdimensional threats, because yes she would really like America to help her find her kids if she’s willing to do so but also she saw this tragically orphaned kid and went

and, you know, maybe genuinely liking and wanting to help America is what keeps Wanda from falling to the Darkhold’s influence so much, and obviously there’s some other source of conflict here that doesn’t involve turning one of the MCU’s tiny handful of female title characters into half a villain while still letting her be powerful and conflicted and complicated, and ultimately maybe America finds a universe where Wanda sacrificed herself to protect her kids and they’re now in dire need of a mom, and things are generally still kinda tragic all around because they’re not quite this Wanda’s kids (except they’re pretty sure they’ve dreamed about Westview, once or twice), and America’s moms are still gone, and even White Vision is still in the wind, but...there’s at least hope that they can make it work

also Loki at least gets a cameo, c’mon

(this fic idea is free to a good home because I would love to see this written but it’s definitely* not something I’m going to write, in part because I haven’t even seen the movie or for that matter WandaVision, I’m just frustrated with a lot of things Marvel’s been doing with MCU Wanda and a lot of the misogynist, ableist nastiness they seem determined to repeat from comics Wanda’s storylines even though they have exactly zero excuses for not knowing better)

(and I’m irritated that I now definitively can’t say “616 Wanda” and so on to distinguish between the comics character and the MCU character and have it mean anything at all, but that’s a completely separate and much less important issue)

*I mean who knows, now that I’ve said that maybe I actually will, because this would be one incentive to finally catch up on a lot of Disney+ stuff I’ve been meaning to watch for ages, and although a fic like this would be better if it were longish and plotty, it wouldn’t absolutely have to be

#fic ideas #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #wanda maximoff #america chavez #marvel cinematic universe #fanfic #wandavision #multiverse of madness spoilers #doctor strange 2 spoilers #doctor strange #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff defense squad

[whoppert]

SUNNA 10 (loki/reader) (stephen strange/reader)

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4945 words

warnings: the after effects of mind violation; canon-typical violence. minor gore; depictions of wounded animals

AO3 MASTERPOST

With that, we see the world through Loki's eyes . . . .

Another step towards the shirking Midgardian.

The right side of my face relinquishes the sting for a long steady burn. Oh, I don’t blame her for the slap, not really, she’s shown a penchant for explosive bouts of emotion, but the unexpected pain makes the uncivilized part of my mind react murderously.

"I'm sorry," she says, hands out in apology. "I'm sorry for hitting you."

I actively reel in the desire to kill her. I am provoking her for more than one reason, I remind myself. I need her mad. “I am willing to admit, transfiguring into the sorcerer was perhaps a bit harsh-”

She stops backing away unexpectedly, and I almost collide with her.

Her shoulders draw back, face contorting with anger. “A bit harsh? A bit harsh!? Are men not taught manners in Asgard? God, why are you such a fucking tool?”

AO3

"You know nothing of my background, I think all Asgardians are tools in one way or another.” I match her energy, each one of us refusing to back down, glaring at each other. Good. “I apologize if I upset you, but it certainly wasn’t personal. All in the spirit of fun.”

“That wasn’t personal? If you upset me?”

"That is what I said."

She is genuinely flabbergasted. "God, you're such a-! What did I ever do to you?"

"What do you mean? I'm here! Against my will! Fixing your mess." I gesture around us. This I genuinely believe. This is not my mess.

She's waving her hands in the air in front of her. "Woah, woah, what? You're still half responsible bud! I need you to be like so for real right now, this is your mess." Right fingers tap on her left palm in beat with her words.

“If I caused you harm it was indirect, I'll admit that much culpability, but I have been practicing magic for longer than your bloodline has existed. There's never been a problem before.” It's true.

“Indirect?” She's almost nose to nose with me on the sloped ground.

"Yes, indirect. If you hadn't been enchanted, then my involvement wouldn't have resulted in this. The enchanter - that is where fault lies."

"Okay? You can't just go into people's heads like that!" She's infuriated. I can feel it, feel all her emotions, hear it in all her thoughts. So... so close.

"Huh. Why can't I? Tell me, I implore you." I know how to sound audibly arrogant. I know the affect that has on someone already frustrated.

"You don't really plan to listen, Loki. We met, and granted I was a little rude, but who just meets someone and then stages a whole shitty diversion just to break into their head? How entitled do you have to be to do that to a person?"

Mind magic is a complicated thing. While I'm in her head I'm bonded to her. When entering a truly fragile mind, it's necessary to bond the guest consciousness to the host, it makes it easier to read the connections and to heal broken bonds. It tricks her mind into thinking I am one and the same. My magic will linger on her for days afterwards, stopping her mind from rejecting the supplementing power.

Such a long time has it been since I have attempted to heal a mind... I have been quite unprepared, forgotten what it is to feel as another feels, hear what another thinks without escape.

It means I feel the throbbing of her pain. I don't like it.

"Do you really think that that's okay?”

I am forced to steel myself. There is a higher purpose to this. Her pain as long as I feel it is my pain, and it makes me want to bite like a wounded dog. I channel that feeling, as I have done so for a millennia - from lashing teeth to a single precise blade. "Sunna, I have met hundreds of thousands of peoples, in different realms and different places. Your kind are born and grow old in the blink of an eye to me. You are nothing to me. I care little for the vapid sensibilities of the common man, just as you cannot weep and wail over every insect killed in your presence because you will never be able to carry on. I am a god and you are a girl. Do you blame a gust of wind for blowing down a castle made of sand? No. No amount of tact could make such a truth easily digestible, and you simply will not be able to induce guilt in me for it."

"Fuck you."

Again, I don’t blame her for the punch. It is the risk you take with provocation. Her fist never makes contact with my face though, I am still quicker than she is, wrapping my fingers around the assailing wrist and holding it firmly in my hand. Unsuccessful attempts to wrench out of my grip were made, and it's harder to restrain her than it technically should be. Perfect. Sunna’s anger is making her stronger.

“So you just mess with people- what- because you can?”

“More or less."

She is preparing another strike.

"Time ever marcheth forth and when you live as long as I do you find entertainment wherever you can.”

I grab her other wrist as well, halting the right hook.

Genuine surprise weaves through the timbre of my voice, “your swings have good form. I refuse to believe that Strange taught you how to fight. That buffoon couldn’t throw a half-decent punch to save his life. Stop it, you’re going to strain a muscle."

She swears at me again.

Something in the air shifts, enough to pull my attention to our surroundings, only for a second but long enough that she pulls me off balance, forcing me to take a step forward. She uses the momentum to grind her heel down on the top of my foot. In real life, this wouldn't have hurt, wouldn’t have caused me to yelp in pain as I did. Every other form I take, I take with me the durability of an Asgardian.

“No matter what I do, what questions I ask, you spin into conspiracy theory, like trying to poison me against Stephen, I know what you're doing-"

"Acknowledging reality is not poisoning."

"You are actually crazy! Like I knew you dressed well, but the way you accessorize the tin foil hat - that's crazy. You wanna talk about bugs? Talk about animals? You’re like a fucking animal skulking around, lying and chipping away at my sanity piece-by-piece. You didn’t put this spell on me, fine, you didn’t intend to cause me harm? Fine! But you fucked up that spell, you fucked up my head, and everything would have been fine if you didn’t feel entitled to other people’s brains and business, so forgive me if I couldn’t give two shits if you did it directly or indirectly. You owe me a solution!” 

There's a pregnant pause while she waits for me to say something, my foot tender and throbbing. “You think I dress well?”

Another shift in pressure. The memory around us fades away.

The night sky around gives way to masonry, mortar appearing before bricks, sprouting out of the ground like some bamboo made of only right-angles, the bricks grow in, strange rectangular fruit. The roof was the final thing to form, snapping on and blocking the newly risen sun.

Encased in the walls of the top of a stone clock tower, she shows Memory-Strange some magic she had learnt as a child, waving a hand through the bell that signaled the changing of the hour. A purple glow has washed over her features. It seemed to catch in the sorcerer’s eye.

“This is my mind,” the real her contended.  “You do not get to act this way in here, this is my head.”

The walls of the tower crack and the ground jolts, shards of another scene loitering behind the set. She is almost there, unwittingly close to a breakthrough.

The automatic door to the local gelato shop slid open with a beep, complete with a welcome mat outside, with the words ‘ice to meet you!’ emblazoned in pink. The inside of the shop was almost empty, but she sat with Wong in one of the shop’s pastel tables, eating their gelato and talking.

“I don’t care what you do out there in the rest of the world but you don’t get to come here and laugh at my memories and torture me because you got bored. Get it together! I have no memories, Loki! My brain is so broken! My body could give out on me any second, everything hurts and my magic is gone. I’m scared, so you need to step up! I need you to step up. You owe me.” Color blooms high across her cheeks.

The gelato shop shudders, splintering away, thrusting us into an intoxicated New York city night.

The lights were too bright, so much so that they hurt her eyes. She could hear every sound around us, every hum of a motor vehicle, the rustle of trash being kicked on the sidewalk, and people speaking to each other in various tones all of which were so intrusive that they thudded against her skull but still she couldn’t make out a single word of conversation.

Ah, here we are. The underlayer.

Her pain transports me. Once when I was small, Odin took me out into the forest to hunt. I did not take to physical endeavors in the same way that my brother did and I was acutely aware of how this made me lesser than Thor. Still I was young, and was always chasing the ghost of approval that Odin gave occasionally - not enough to sustain me, but often enough that I was haunted with the need to make him proud of me. Desperate for more.

I did not rejoice in the killing of animals. More often than not it would do little more than to wash me with nausea, but that day we had laid a trap for a bear, a clamp with so much force that it would be able to restrain the beast long enough for Odin to kill it. We sat in wait until the sun set and rose and set and rose again, the time being of little burden to us.

We sat until a reindeer, antlers freshly shed, wandered near. He called for his kind, but there came no reply.

“He is lost,” Odin said.

So profoundly alone, just as I was.

Odin knew of the magic mother was teaching me, and had forced me to render us invisible to the forest, he had said he didn’t want me to be a distraction when the bear came. Through the lens of an adult as I now am, I can see that it was more important for him to model to me what he thought a great warrior should be, to stroke his own ego, because surely the reason I was such a disappointment is because I had not seen him kill personally. But this was no bear. This was a reindeer, lost and alone, and stepping awfully too close to the trap. For a moment I forgot about the spell and I moved to stop him, to chase him away.

“Halt,” it was a simple command from my father, and it was all that it took to freeze me in place.

The deer was going to step in the trap. “Please, father,” I could not drag my eyes from the beast, “we came to conquer a bear, not this. This is not worth our time,” my voice sounded more practical than I felt.

“Watch.”

The deer made only one misstep, and the teeth of the clamp reared up. This trap was made to subdue a creature much bigger and stronger than a reindeer, so the first sound to echo through the forest was the snapping of delicate bone. The second sound, a scream of agony.

I could not move. I was not allowed to. Odin insisted that I watch. If it were a bear caught, he would have charged in and killed the beast (not without show), but death would have been swifter than the slowly encroaching starvation and blood loss. The trapped animal moaned and cried out. Time passed, how much I did not know, but even now, a millennia later I can see the animals panic and terror shift into anger as though it were before my own eyes once again. Asgardian animals are often more conscious than their Midgardian counterparts and I swore I could see the moment that it decided to gnaw off it’s own limb, now broken in several more places from its wild thrashing. Blood pooled around it. After hours of suffering, it tore through its own sinew and muscle, the gore lashed between its teeth.

It was free... but only managed one shaking step before it collapsed. It had lost too much blood, exhausted and in shock. Even with the lengths it had gone to to free itself, it would die soon anyway. Finally, Odin sent in his wolves to end the deer’s life, and my eyes shut tight, so I could spare myself a fraction of the horror that I had been forced to see.

“Open your eyes and watch, boy.” Odin’s words echoed through my mind, and I am brought back to the scene in front of me, bright lights and loud noises, Sunna standing in front of me, the only respite from the calamity.

“Fine. I agree. I’ve behaved out of line, I apologize.”

She did a double-take, trying to figure out if I was being sincere. It was an expression I had seen on many faces over the years. "Why?" She asks.

I do not answer her.

We had broken through to the underlayer of her subconscious, to the memories she could not access by natural means, and it is represented by the New York cityscape stretching out in front of us.

I swept a hand out gesturing down the never-ending block. “When we first entered your mind, we could only access the memories closest to the surface, the ones we knew you to possess, solidified in your mind, untouched by the spell or by the actions of... unaware third parties. We now find ourselves in the deeper layer of the mind, so to speak. This layer is only accessible through a deep emotional outburst.”

"I guarantee that if you have let me know, I could have had a sufficient mental breakdown without all of that. So I'm still mad at you."

"It has to genuine, raw," I insist.

She rolls her eyes, and the expression is quite attractive on her.

“You're so cruel.” It wasn’t an accusation, more of a statement, without mirth.

She is not the first and would not be the last to tell me this.

“I would say it was unbecoming of a prince, but your reputation is built on cruelty. The old stories, the Battle of New York, the way you treat Stephen. Cruel. An apology doesn't hide it.”

“Did you hope to wound me with that comment?”

She swallows. “Yes.” It's honest.

Each memory we watch is framed with a kind of ease after that.

Nothing flows as it should in here. It is starting to become alarming.

Her mind should respond to her intuitively, but it does not. There are no full memories, only fragments left and distorted.

I can feel her frustration lap at me, threatening to boil over any minute.

For the second time I channel the häxeri, witchcraft. A gift from my dearest mother. The darkness flows as I hum. Let me find the threads of her core. Show me the damage. Show me the bonds broken that I may heal them.

Around us, pieces of her bedroom flow into place like smoke. It is a memory of me, the memory of me.

We watch as she snatches the laptop from my hands.

Suddenly I see her perspective of me, tinged with frustration and fear, as I loom over her. She is a reindeer nearing a trap.

Memory-Loki is forced into the armchair, but her powers are unrefined, and she's using anger as her motivator. A burst of green light knocks her to the floor, and in response she aims a surprisingly well placed kick at my legs, which knocks me down hard next to her. She'd hit her head on the ground, and the memory fabric itself became hazy.

One of my own memories flashes behind my eyes, of Thor killing his goats. A predator. An impending doom approaching a trapped animal.

She jolts as I remove my palm from her forehead. Nothing had appeared out of the ordinary. Sunna stormed out of the Sanctum, her phone shoved hastily in her pocket before getting as far away from me as fast as she could.

The real Sunna stands in front of me, and she regarded the scene in front of us blankly. “I used to remember this, like really clearly,” she chewed on the skin of her bottom lip, “so vividly in the hours after it happened. Out there, I mean. But it disappeared like a slow leak. The details are fuzzier. I still remember, but it feels like all of the memories I've got are so fuzzy now.”

I feel sick.

"So how is what you do different from what Gorron does?" she repeats the question.

The first time she asked escaped my attention. I turn my gaze towards her, hyper-aware of her presence here with me. Every mind is different but this mind is so peculiar. "Gorron looks at your physical brain," I clear my throat. "He can watch a memory via osmosis by pressing on the brain tissue, but nothing so deep as this. I am inside your mind right now."

There is something she is feeling that I can’t identify. "How does it compare to the last time you were in my mind?"

"It doesn't."

"Well, how do we fix it?"

“I don’t know yet,” I answer. It's honest. She didn't believe me I could see it in her face. She feels as though I am holding out on her.

"How do you decide which questions to answer and which ones to cryptically avoid?"

"I flip a coin in my head."

The scenery changes around us. The walls of the Sanctum morphed into a place I have never been.

She was writing furiously on a clipboard, taking very detailed notes of the exhibit in front of her. The dark violet of the museum uniform blazer compliments her well.

It took several long moments for her to notice Strange from where he watched her, his face a mix of emotions. Finally, and with much convincing, he approached, stilling a few feet away. “Excuse me…”

She turns, immediately erupting in a smile. “Hi! Did you need some help?”

It took him a few too many seconds to reply. “Uh, yeah. I- I was wondering if you could tell me where the entomology wing is?” He was nervous.

"Of course!" She rattled off some directions, but when the confused look on Strange's face doesn't clear she endeavored to just show him herself.

We followed them to the entomology unit, watching their very first interaction.

"Big fan of bugs are you?" Sunna strikes up a conversation effortlessly.

"Uh, I suppose. Are you?" He looks at her so intensely.

They arrive at their destination.

"No, afraid not. I can't stand them to be honest, but the exhibit is really cool, there's a lot of really passionate people working that one!"

Strange thanks her, but as she walks away he calls out to her, "actually, this is embarrassing, but I totally, uh, spaced out. I meant- the Babylonian exhibition?"

"Oh, well, that's alright, I'm actually heading that way." She gestures for him to follow. "What brings you there?"

"The art, I guess. Big fan."

"That's cool! I don't think it gets the recognition it deserves."

"Oh yeah, me neither. I don't know anything about it. Maybe you could start me off?"

The pair talked for hours, completely absorbed in each other's company, touring the museum. Their humors seemed to mesh, and they have a surprising amount in common, fiercely academic, competitive, intelligent. Not once did anyone come check on her, to find out why she wasn't doing her job. Nor did her coworkers so much as glance in her direction. Finally, Strange managed to detach himself from her side long enough to leave.

"What woman talks to a stranger for hours at work without attempting to end the conversation?" I ask, turning to face the real her. "What woman isn't uncomfortable with this level of attention? Presumably you have things to do, you can’t just spend all your time talking with patrons, especially not just one." 

She didn't reply, too busy staring at herself.

If there wasn't a soft rise and fall of Sunna’s chest, one might have wondered if she had been instantly petrified. The light behind her eyes had vanished completely. She did not move, had not moved after Strange left, but the other people of the memory continue on about their business, walking through the Cultures of the World exhibit, ignoring her. It was as if she wasn’t there.

We both stare for a few moments, until the background noise of the museum fades and silence grows louder and louder.

"What’s going on? Why aren’t I moving?”

“I don’t know.”

The lights of the museum blink off one by one. The doors are locked and still she does not move.

As though caught on a breath of wind the memory is gone.

“What the hell was that?”

“Do you remember anything like that?” I ask.

“Well I remember meeting Stephen,” she puzzled, “but I specifically remember finishing work, because the whole time I was super distracted by the idea of visiting the Sanctum. The Bleeker Street occultist is kind of a local legend and I had a professional curiosity in Stephen's collection of antiques- anyway, my boss called me out for not putting an artefact back into storage properly.” She ran her hands through her hair. “Like I remember, I never forgot. It was really embarrassing. Could that memory that we just watched be wrong?”

"If your mind is missing a part of a memory, it may distort it. Fill in the gaps, so to speak. Minds naturally do that all the time. It's possible that as sick as you are, it is unable to fill in those gaps and this is what it looks like.

She's uneasy. I'm uneasy.

We continue our way down the block. New York is an ugly, smelly place, and this has translated well into her memory. Still, even to the untrained eye this was, at best, a copy of the city, even excluding the piercing nature of the lights and the chaos of noise. Things hid in the shadows here, intrusive thoughts, feelings that she could not accept - though I drew attention to neither.

Another memory forms, growing from the roots up. A vast field of yellow wheat stretching out as far as the eye can see. Buzzing of insects and the humming of machinery somewhere far off. A cerulean sky spread like drop of ink in water.

“I- I don’t remember this.” Sunna corrected, “It's not in my living memory. Could this be a memory that I lost?”

I speak the word for 'yes' in her language, but I do not know.

The Memory of Sunna is next to us. She was not perturbed by the plants, nor the hot sun on her skin. In the distance appeared a woman, walking through lines of wheat to get to her.

We observe in silence for the five or so minutes it takes the woman to arrive.

She had long curly, light hair that seemed to poof up as though it defied gravity. Her skin was dark and almost tinged blue, as though it was reflecting the cloudless sky. But it was her eyes that drew us in bright with false joy. When she opens her mouth to speak, her voice matches the woman that had visited Sunna in her dream, who had come to warn her and teach her.

Sunna and I exchange a glance.

“You don’t know me, but I know you,” the woman called.

“Who are you?” Memory-Sunna asks.

“A friendly observer,” her laugh was delicate. “But I would like to offer you some advice.”

“Which is?”

“Run. Get away and never look back, don’t come back.”

“Come back where?”

“Home.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The cloud-woman smiled, but it was only a mask over heartache. “And you won’t remember this when you wake. I can only hope that Strange will be able to extract this dream.”

“If I won’t remember, tell me your name.”

“Kuema.”

The field vanishes, giving way to the city again. 

"Or I don't remember it because it was a dream and no one remembers their dreams."

"Some do." I can't help it, but I don't tell her, because Strange can ruin his life on his own. "We have a name that carries a lot of power. It must be her magic that brings your dreams to you. Sister signatures. She must get her power from the same place yours comes from."

“Is she behind all of this?”

“Perhaps, perhaps she is another pawn, much like yourself,” I ran my fingers through the tall stalks of wheat. “On the bright side, this will all be a great story for your memoirs."

She gives me a look and I feel the accompanying feeling, but I can't decipher it.

Another memory begins to form around us.

An apartment. It was small, and had too many coats of paint, but still the light switches have a spot where the grease from hands had rubbed through the unsightly beige. The apartment itself was quite messy. Clothes and takeout containers were spread across the room, the kitchen had a sink of dirty dishes and the open door leading to the bedroom framed an unmade bed and a cold cup of coffee left on the bedside table.

The most curious thing of all was that the apartment is empty. No matter the memory, Memory-Sunna had always been there. This mind is unstructured. It's unsettling.

"This is my old place," Sunna remarked. "I lived here until I moved to the Sanctum. Is there any sign of a signature?"

A wave of my hand and the room is engulfed in purple. The surprise caused her to take a step back, bumping into my chest.

She looked up at me, eyes wide and apologizes.

"It's nothing," I reply but neither of us move. I get the impression that she is too frightened to, like she can feel something I can't.

"I don't think this is real," she said. Confusion.

For a beat everything is silent.

Without warning, the apartment disappears like sand down a storm drain. Again we are plunged back into the city, but all of the fragments that had been hiding in the shadows were emitting a piercing screech. Our hands clamped over our respective ears, but it was no improvement.

"Make it stop-" but Sunna is cut off.

A monster, the color of ash burst through a building, coming straight towards us. I used the seconds before impact to shove her out of the way, but the four legged beast clipped my shoulder and sent me staggering. The creature smashed through the front window of an office and skids across the marble floor.

We run in the opposite direction.

"What the hell is that thing?" She yells over her shoulder.

"Whatever it is, it's in a bad mood." I rub my shoulder. Ouch.

There's an alleyway ahead, I push her down it, following closely behind.

The sound of breaking glass echoes behind us as the monster makes its way back outside.

"Can't you do something about it?" A squeak escaped her when the creature made its way down the too-small alley, powering through the brick like it was snow.

"It's your mind! I have limited powers here," I snap.

"Well, use your limited powers to kill it!"

"I could give it a try and just hope that you don't die when I do that."

We burst from the alley and into a forest, the smell of moss surrounding us.

The monster did not follow.

She doubles over, her hands on her knees while she catches her breath. "You said that none of this is real, so that thing can't hurt us. Right? Please tell me that's right?"

"Would you like to test you theory?" My shoulder aches. "It's real and it isn't. I'm not just trying to be enigmatic. We can definitely get hurt here."

"So if that thing dies, I might die. And if we die in here, we might die out there."

I nod sharply.

In the distance birds begin to cry. Trees are being uprooted. Something huge crushes through the flora.

Again we run, but the beast is on our tail too quickly. It roars are visceral and loud.

A tree falls, the shadow on us growing larger and larger.

I send a wave of seidr at it, throwing it backwards and onto the animal with a disturbing crunch.

Beside me, Sunna yelps in pain. I feel it. She can feel the monsters pain, so I really can't kill it.

The trees began to thin, turning into wisps of smoke.

Fire overtakes the environment.

Fire rages on, and so must our protagonist . . . .

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Mun and Rules Post!

Hello, my name is Castor and I am transmasc/enby. My pronouns are he/they.

I had a very elaborate fancy blog which you can still access but I run things mostly from mobile now, which is why I felt the need to write this updated information.

This is a semi-selective, independent Doctor Robert Bruce Banner/Hulk blog. I have multiple verses and timelines, some based off MCU, some based off Earth 616, and alternate Earths from the Marvel comics. Also, I have a lot of AUs, and am always open for more. This is the oldest Bruce Banner RP blog on tumblr, that is still consistent.

Mun has over 25 years of RP experience. Mun is neurodivergent. Basic rules apply as does any blog. No god modding, etc. I do not own any rights to these characters and have no connection to Marvel personally.

I hate that I have to add this, but as stated I am neurodivergent. Due to a recent incident of someone on tumblr, I’m adding this to my information. I never bug anyone for threads, I hate when it’s done to me. But I like to say hi and check in on people. Now, if I say anything or do anything that might have offended you, rather than blocking me outright I’d appreciate you being an adult and telling me the issue. If you just block, I’ll never know what exactly happened that maybe I can take into advisement for future behavior and conversations. Recently, I’ve become more afraid to talk to muns, afraid my divergence is bothering people, afraid I’m a terrible person. I went down a bad spiral because of what happened. So please be mindful I am neurodivergent. Let me know if I’m annoying or coming off a certain way, and maybe I can fix it. ^^

This blog will contain many NSFW prompts. I do not put anything under read more. I try to tag nsfw if I remember. There will be no trigger warnings. This blog will contain things like self harm, alcoholism, severe depression, and suicide. As far as smut I will not write any that is not of age. Bruce is pansexual and demisexual.

Shipping: I like to ship chemistry but everyone has their favorites. Mine are in no particular order: Tony Stark/Bruce Banner. James Bucky Barnes/Bruce Banner. Howard Stark/Bruce Banner. Steve Rogers/Bruce Banner. Thor/Bruce Banner. Doctor Strange/Bruce Banner. Emil Blonsky/Bruce Banner. Loki/Bruce Banner. Yondu/Bruce. Betty Ross and Caiera should be a given. These are just off the top of my head, as I welcome Chemistry ships. I will not ship Bruce/Natasha. In my opinion it wasn’t believable and was Joss Whedon’s fan fiction come to life. My Bruce blames Nat for Ragnarok, and he knows she’s been a liar and a manipulative person since day one. You throw your Nat at me in a sexual way, you will be blocked.

I also welcome non ships, like platonic friendships, and even children, adopted children, family although it depends on who.

I do like writing open starters, I’m always reblogging memes, and feel free to attack both my inbox with messages and maybe a few words to just RP and plot. If you end up reblogging a starter and I miss it feel free to let me know! And with that, flood my inbox with goodies!

I also have a Phil Coulson blog @iwatchedyouwhileyouslept , and I have an Israel “Izzy” Hands blog from Our Flag Means Death @izzyeffinhands as well as my new blog, which is a multi-muse blog for Black Sails @fornassau .

*NEW* @talostheuntamed for Talos from Marvel.

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when are you gonna drop the amora reading list

I’m SORRY! I keep getting asked this and ik I haven’t 😭 this isn’t gonna be a chronological list bc that’s how usually how I read and not how I was introduced to Amora. So we are gonna starts here with little tidbits and not just 616

Journey into Mystery (1952) #103

This is Amoras first appearance and basically Odin needs someone to bring back Thor. Loki suggests Amora. Amora fails and becomes hellbent on making Thor love her and being perfect. Shes obsessed with being perfect and can’t deal with the fact that she failed, esp in front of the king of gods.

Thor son of Asgard (2004) 7-9

Thor, Loki ,Sif, and Amora as hormonal back stabbing teens. This was very “women are sexy and catty” there’s stupid sexism in it Amora and Loki have this sort of weird relationship of mutual benefit with a little flirting mixed in. The only rly redeeming quality of this comic for me is my desperations for young Asgard backstory and that Amora and Loki so naturally rely on each other.

Captain marvel (2022) 5-7

Read this once your aware of Ove and Namors relationship with Amora

Agent of Asgard (2014) #8 & 9

Magneto (2014) #11

Ties in with Axis

Avengers prime #1-6

This comes right after Siege, which was when Asgard was on earth, Loki created Sylvie, and then returned Sif to her body. I didn’t love this comic bc it jumps around but love Amora being mad at Thor and Odin and acknowledging that Odin was just a colonizing dick. Comic Odin isn’t as bad as MCU tho. Also she fights Hela.

1602 Witch Hunter Angela #2-4

This was an AU one shot and the art is fantastic and it was just a fun high fantasy comic

Spider-Man and the secret wars (2009) #3

Amora tries to help spidey break out of the delusions to help his friends

Black Widow and the Marvel girls (2009) #1

Another odd one for her to be in, ig this was a good feature year for asgardians? Anyway she’s not the only god who changed fate, Loki does this fairly regularly as does Thor.

Cartoons

So the cartoons like many of the old comics are sort of bland. No depth, a sort of “good guy vs bad guy” easy to understand aimed at children. So you might find something like EMH boring

Thor: Tales of Asgard

Her appearance here is short but it’s good and it ties in with the comic Tales of Asgard

Earths Mightiest Heroes

You can look up just her episodes if need be she’s also in Avengers Assemble which was decent but should be watched after EMH.

Hulk VS Thor

It’s a movie nicely animated shows how powerful amora can be

#this is unfinished

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November 2023 MTH fills

Are you in the festive holiday mood? See all the fills that people gifted in November below!

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SOLO CHARACTERS

BUCKY BARNES

Ginger/@your-ginger-angel - Cross-stitch piece of Bucky holding flowers based on art by eklixio for epicstuckyficrecs (MTH 2022)

LOKI

Eustacia Vye/@eustaciavye28 - "Glorious Purpose" (post-Loki S2 finale fic where Loki visits the people he cares about) for moonyroony

KAMALA KHAN

Jason K Jones/@jkjones21 - Art of 616 Kamala in her X-Men uniform running and raising her embiggened fist for illogicalkat

Jason K Jones/jkjones21 - Art of 616 Kamala chilling out reading fic for psychiccatpanda

MIGUEL O'HARA

@caiabresebun - Art of shirtless Miguel toweling his hair after showering for nostalgicatsea

SAM WILSON

@ghostcwtch - Handmade ceramic mug featuring Sam's Falcon symbol for bulkyphrase

STEVE ROGERS

ghostcwtch - Handmade ceramic mug featuring the Captain America shield for bulkyphrase

RoseRose/tehroserose - "Wherever Flames May Rage" (an AU sonnet about firefighter Steve) for starksnack

TONY STARK

@deehellcat - Fingerless knitted Iron Man gauntlet gloves for hannahshattuck

RoseRose/tehroserose - "Interrobang" (a sestina about Tony finding joy in discovery) for @kerravonsen

VENOM

deehellcat - Tiny crocheted Venom dragon for Turbulent Muse

GEN/PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS

AVENGERS TEAM & TONY STARK

@queenofalotofdifferentworlds - "The Customer" (bakery AU fic where Steve and his team run a bakery and meet Tony) for sofreakinmanyfandoms

BRETT MAHONEY & MATT MURDOCK

@not-madder-red - "Saved" (canon-divergent MCU Brett & Matt fic where Brett is the officer who came to the scene in Daredevil S1E8) for kimmycup

PETER PARKER & FLASH THOMPSON

seekrest/@seek--rest

- "on little light" (Devil Wears Prada-inspired secret identity AU fic where Peter works as Tony's assistant at SI) for LoveReading84

PETER PARKER & TONY STARK

Khalixa/@khalixascorner

- "Made From Love" (fluffy AU fic where alpha Tony is a single dad to omega Peter) for muscatlove (MTH 2022)

seekrest/seek--rest - "on little light" (Devil Wears Prada-inspired secret identity AU fic where Peter works as Tony's assistant at SI) for LoveReading84

SHIPS

BRUCE BANNER/THOR

@cthooliac - Matching chibi MCU Bruce/Thor charms for @blueeyesblazing (MTH 2022)

BUCKY BARNES/CLINT BARTON

cassandrasfischer - "Espresso" (MCU Bucky/Clint fic where Clint tries to figure out what kind of coffee Bucky likes) for effervescentaardvark (MTH 2022)

BUCKY BARNES/NATASHA ROMANOV

@spinachgarden - "no grave can hold my body down (i'll crawl home to her)" (canon-divergent post-Blip MCU Bucky/Nat fic) for call-me-kayyyyy (MTH 2022)

BUCKY BARNES/SAM WILSON

@sumbacky - Art of Sam and Bucky on holiday together for yavannie (MTH 2022)

BUCKY BARNES/STEVE ROGERS

@cutecumber-flower - Art of Steve and Bucky visiting a war friend's grave for randomosityb (MTH 2021)

BUCKY BARNES/STEVE ROGERS/NATASHA ROMANOV

@cristinuke - "l'enfer fini" (Bucky/Steve/Nat MCU A/B/O fuck or die fic) for zepysgirl (MTH 2021)

BUCKY BARNES/STEVE ROGERS/TONY STARK

Dodo/@dodomedic - "The affairs of Tsums and Dragons" (Steve/Bucky/Tony dragon A/B/O tsums AU fic) for aquatigermice

BUCKY BARNES/TONY STARK

@kandisheek - Bucky/Tony package including lavender-scented pillows, earrings, bracelets, necklaces, magnets, and Avengers stickers for ruquas (extra photo)

ERIK LEHNSHERR/CHARLES XAVIER

flightinflame - "What Makes You Stronger" (post-X-Men: First Class Charles/Erik soulmates fic) for redgauntletblueshield (MTH 2022)

JAMES "RHODEY" RHODES/TONY STARK

holistic_alcoholic/@holistic-alcoholic - "The Power Throuple of the Century" (MCU Rhodey/Tony fic where everyone thinks Rhodey, Tony, and Iron Man are a throuple due to Tony's secret identity) for sofreakinmanyfandoms

LOKI/MOBIUS

WinterRaven/@ravensonata - "Alchemy of Love, Illusion, and Fire" (shapeshifting dragon!Loki/knight!Mobius AU fic) for mirilya (MTH 2022)

LOKI/TONY STARK

SpaceCrazyArtist and @arabesqueangel - "Centuries Old and Unbending" (Loki/Tony arranged royal marriage AU fic which SpaceCrazyArtist is illustrating) for Xavier845 (MTH 2021)

NED LEEDS/PETER PARKER

happyaspie/@yes-i-am-happyaspie - "Catalyst" (MCU Ned/Peter fic where they get together—awkwardly—with a little push from MJ) for Lady Gigi

PETER PARKER/MARY JANE WATSON

seekrest/seek--rest - "everywhere, everything" (Marvel's Spider-Man 2 (PS5) Peter/MJ hopeful epilogue fic where Peter takes a break while dealing with his guilt) for metaderivative (MTH 2022)

PETER PARKER/TONY STARK

khalixa/khalixascorner - "Like Father Like Son" (dark Peter/Tony AU fic where Loki messes with them with a fake paternity scare) for guardianofthepeanutwrites (MTH 2022)

stillheremydear - "The Best Kept Secret" (canon-divergent Peter/Tony secret identity AU fic) for muscatlove (MTH 2022)

STEVE ROGERS/SAM WILSON

ghostcwtch - Handmade ceramic mugs featuring the Captain America shield and Falcon symbol for bulkyphrase

STEVE ROGERS/TONY STARK

queenofalotofdifferentworlds - "The Customer" (Steve/Tony bakery AU fic where Steve and his team run a bakery and meet Tony) for sofreakinmanyfandoms - "Captain Obvious and Oblivious Man" (post-Avengers Steve/Tony fic where Tony gets kidnapped) for starksnack - "Nowhere Else To Go" (Steve/Tony AU fic where warlord Steve offers himself to king Tony to save his people) for oper1895

RoseRose/tehroserose - "Pride Blinds" (2012 MCU Steve/Tony enemies-to-lovers sonnet) for starksnack

#monthly roundup #november 2023 #mth 2021 #mth 2022 #mth 2023

[mthofferings]

Messypeaches

See Messypeaches’s existing works here and here.

Preferred contact methods: Email: [email protected] Discord: messypeaches Tumblr: messypeaches

Preferred organizations: - Anything from the list of approved organizations

Will create works that contain: chaos, happy endings, AU's, smut, crack, fix-it's, crossovers

Will not create works that contain: Angst, character death, angst, Bucky Barnes/Brock Rumlow, Bucky Barnes/Pierce.

  -- Fic or Other Writing --

Auction ID: 1126

Will create works for the following relationships: Bucky Barnes/Any - 616, X-Men movieverse, MCU, Venom movieverse Venom/Any - 616, X-Men movieverse, Venom movieverse Avengers fandom any gen and ship - 616, X-Men movieverse, MCU, Venom movieverse Remy LeBeau/Any - 616, X-Men movieverse, Venom movieverse X-Men fandom any ship - 616, X-Men movieverse, Venom movieverse

Work Description: I like happy endings, and if you pick a ship that is usually angsty in nature, I will warp the universe itself to get my happy ending. Just a warning. One fictional work of the characters of your choosing in the situation of your choosing from the universes listed. At least 10k of probably snarky prose.* I will forcibly stop myself at the 20k word mark.** *I'm good at snark. And I like footnotes. **seriously, I'll set an alert for 15k to make sure I wrap it up in 20.

Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature, Explicit

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-- Craft or Merchandise --

Auction ID: 2062

Will create works for the following relationships: Avengers fandom any gen - Any Universe Captain America fandom any gen - Any Universe Captain Marvel fandom any gen - Any Universe Hawkeye fandom any gen - Any Universe Agents of SHIELD fandom any gen - Any Universe Deadpool fandom any gen - Any Universe Guardians of the Galaxy fandom any gen - Any Universe Loki fandom any gen - Any Universe Moon Knight fandom any gen - Any Universe

Work Description: One custom My Little Pony made into the character of your choice. I feel like I can make any character into an MLP, so I'm open to other Marvel characters outside of the fandoms listed above. Please refer to my Instagram. I've done more than are listed there, but the Deadpool mini-pony and the chuthulu are good examples. If you want it to still be shippy, I can make the cutie mark match a different character or be symbolic of the ship in some way. We'll talk. I have several 2nd generation ponies available to pick from as well.

Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature

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