#mustbeathcr

[chooserofslain]

“ 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗗 𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗗 — ” The Valkyrie nodded down to the ‘ THING ’ in question with a wry smile - Mölnir, a weapon of the ages re - forged and ... at home in familiar hands. The weapon hummed between her finger tips, the violent cracks in the star forged iron bright with a cosmic blue light that was beautiful in its own ... Asgard - interpreted - Kintsugi kind of way. 

Dark eyes lingered on the weapon before they flicked up to the features that were familiar and yet chiseled differently now in a way that ... the warrior had yet to fully understand. How could Jane be so CHANGED and yet --- so much the same ? Brows wrinkle with the thought but only enough to press a crease between them, her genuine curiosity, for the moment, out weighing any other concern. 

“ Not that I doubted you, ” The Valkyrie’s tone was soft but with an edge of defense that seemed to reveal a hint of the emotions she so wanted to hide, “ Its only ... a weapon AND a divine instrument of the gods --- ” she found Jane’s gaze and her smile widened, “ Where could that go wrong ? ”

: ·ﾟ✧ ⚔ 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟 / @mustbeathcr​

#mustbeathcr #mustbeathcr ; 006 #( I NEED NEW TAGS IDK ) #「 ᴏᴜʀ ᴏɴʟʏ ɢᴏᴀʟ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇsᴛᴇʀɴ sʜᴏʀᴇ ⚔ post - film / mcu based 」 #「ᴄᴀɴ ᴡʜꞮSᴘᴇƦ ᴛᴀʟᴇS ᴏҒ ɢᴏƦᴇ ⚔ THOR : LOVE & THUNDER」 #( ???! )

[storiesungaa]

@mustbeathcr​ liked for a starter from Wanda

With her home destroyed and everything she’d had created now gone, Wanda had decided to go back to New York. There was no reason to stay in Westview.  Though, without the original Avengers, would it feel just as empty as it feels in Westview? Only one way to find out.

She’s found her way to a coffee shop she used to frequent often when she runs into the woman - it’s the last person she’d expected to see. They hadn’t been close, rarely even talked, but wasn’t that Jane? Thor’s girlfriend? Or er....ex girlfriend.

There’s a part of her that wants to ignore the girl and just go about her business but they lock eyes and it’d be rude now to ignore her, wouldn’t it? 

“Jane.” She greets - eyes looking over her form once. There’s something different about her but Wanda can’t quite place it yet. “It’s been a long time.” 

#let me know if you need anything different!! #pls bare with me i'm still getting her voice down!! #if this doesn't work i can totally make something more action-y or we can turn it into action! whatever u wanna do tbh #mustbeathcr #wanda interactions

[iamdarcylewis]

starter for @mustbeathcr​.

Darcy was so glad when she saw Jane’s car coming to pick her up. She waved at the woman before getting inside the car, she was just hoping Jimmy would remember to send her equipment back because man were they heavy and expensive. She still owe money for them so she better get them back.

“You would not believe the week I’ve had Jane, oh my God. You’d have lost your mind.”

#mustbeathcr #{ post WV }

[synergyhq]

☾ — Jane Foster is here! She have/has found themselves wandering about new gotham city attempting to find their place in this challenging world. they were once known as Mighty Thor and are/is currently THIRTY FIVE years old and can be characterized by GRUNGY SCIENCE VIBES and LIGHTNING, BLUE, BRAVERY. we hope they can survive this new beginning. ( Irma, 31, CET, she/her, Natalie Portman )

☾ — welcome to synergyhq ! thank you for applying IRMA, you have been accepted. make sure JANE FOSTER is well equipped before journeying into the world of new gotham !  and please be sure to join the server linked above within 24 hours or your role will be reopened. will you be the one to save the earth?

#thor rp #marvel rp #mcu rp #comics rp #crossover rp #syn:accepted #mustbeathcr

[vulnerastti]

@mustbeathcr || cont. from x

        “Hi,” it’s a breath more than it is an actual word as she kneels down to level herself with the other. But something’s different. She’s different. And then there’s a smile, a grin, it flickers briefly as another puff of air falls from pulled back lips. “Hi.” It’s as if she’s saying it for the first time. It’s a single syllable but it’s coated in honey and accompanied by a softer shade of blue. “I’m happy to see your face.”

        Not now, Alana. 

        “May I?” She has to ask, even as a reverent hand is already reaching out to touch doting fingertips to the opposite temple, to assess torn flesh and raw edges. “I’ve had my fair share of concussions before. Even mild, they’re not to be taken any less serious.” A pause, allowing fingers to linger before a hand comes to rest on top of a shoulder. “I’m a doctor of psychology but I’ve had plenty of practice in the medical field.” The number of autopsies she’s done is uncanny. “I have a first-aid kit in the house.” She has an entire miniature examine room in the master bathroom. She’s lost count of how many times she’s given herself stitches. 

        “Can you stand? Don’t rush. I can bring the kit to you, if you’d like. But it’s severely important that you keep conscious, no matter how close the darkness gets.” No matter how tempting it is to let yourself slip away. 

#[x] filed under: reply #[x] filed under: para #[x] verse: digestivo #mustbeathcr

[stormweathered-arc1]

@mustbeathcr​ | sickly sweet sentiment : “don’t use the words ‘I promise’ lightly.” (couldn't resist!)

  ❛ I NEVER DO. ❜  And it's true: oaths sworn are oaths kept, even over the lightest of matters. For all his faults, this son of Odin makes certain to KEEP HIS WORD. There is almost a hint of reproach in his words —— the barest knit of a brow, the slide of blue eyes sidelong to regard her.  ❛ Do you think just because the hammer has left me I no longer know how to keep an oath? ❜  The short exhale comes in a huff. It's not a fair accusation and he knows it, but he's WEARY and drink loosens his tongue and gods, but he's been doing enough of that lately. He's lost so many parts of himself — some physical, some less so, but many parts regardless. A lost arm, a lost hammer —— a lost SENSE OF SELF.  

   There's a bare flicker of guilt in his eyes, but he casts that glance aside and instead busies himself with pulling Jarnbjorn off his goat's shoulders.  When he speaks,  though,  it's on a sigh,  and his words are softer,  more weary.  ❛ Tell me of what you are asking of me, then. And then I can tell you how much of it I can promise you. ❜

#﹙ . ғᴏʀ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀᴍ﹗ . [ ᴍᴀɪɴ ] ﹚ #mustbeathcr #( sorry he's #wanting to be a grump sdkjsd )

[thunderaesir]

      THOR DID NOT LIKE BEING BACK ON MIDGARD. It gave him no peace or solace. It was the place of his failure, a failure which he’d been trying to outrun for more than a year. He had left there, hoping to find some answer in the stars that might aide him, all of them, in undoing what had been done. He and Rocket had also searched for Tony and Nebula, though word came that they found their own way home while he and the raccoon were still off world. He was no longer Thor, hero of Earth and prince of Asgard. There was no Asgard to be a prince of. He had failed his people, his allies, his friends. He had almost perfected living below the radar when Rocket had somehow found him and convinced him that they should journey to find him a new arm. Where else than Nidavellir?

      He had two arms now, two eyes, but those were not the parts of himself that he missed. His intention was not to return to the Avengers, to what was left of them, and yet there he found himself. Sullen and sulking, he did not want to answer questions about where he had been. He intended to remain long enough to see that Stark was well, and then he would become a ghost once more. The last thing he had expected was a woman, dressed in armor of Asgardian design, wielding an impossible weapon. 

      Was this some kind of joke? A cruel jest? He froze where he was, fists clenching at his side. Somehow he found himself alone in the room with this imposter, the others elsewhere in the compound. They knew enough to leave him to his own devices. Now, perhaps, would have been a good time to have another person there. “What is this? Who are you and how do you have my hammer?” He managed finally, through gritted teeth, more a growl than anything else.

#( no man can claim his power if he feels unworthy of it | unworthy thor. ) #mustbeathcr

[soulgiven]

@mustbeathcr​:

“Thou ought to see them when the hammer is involved.” Lips curve into a smirk as feet come to a halt, gloved hands holding onto the punching bag once Natasha walks in. The helmet and the cape discarded aside, Jane still prefers training in this form, for it is stronger and less… embarrassing when it comes to sparring.

“Hast thou come to get your ass kicked yet again, Widow—” The humor is apparent behind her words, since Thor is well aware that Natasha Romanoff is very much a match unless there is no lightning involved, even though she is much smaller than the goddess.

“— or art thou here to spectate?”

she’s not sure this will ever stop being impressive, but she’s also not sure the fact that she’s got gods and magic and interstellar threats in her orbit will ever be less vexing, either. at least with thor, she has some vague idea of what to expect. . .  most of the time.  “ oh is that what we’re calling it when I pin you, now? ”  she counters, a wry smile forming in her features.

natasha knows better, of course, than to presume she could ever consistently best the goddess of thunder. she also knows it’s only ever going to be possible with the other at a deficit, none of the aforementioned thunder allowed. still, it’s nice to think she can sometimes hold her own.

“ haven’t decided yet, if I’m being honest. ”

#mustbeathcr #;;widow takes charge | comicsverse #I need you to know that just #in general #natasha is TOO BI FOR ALL THIS NONSENSE

[partsofthemachine]

@mustbeathcr said:  “Were literally all the cushions taken for this project?”

Betty surveys her living room with a thoughtful eye. At the cushions and pillows and blankets strewn across her floor. It looks like a toddler had torn through her house, destroyed it. And not her forty-something ex-fiancee. “Bruce has nightmares,” she replies with a small smile. “Especially during thunderstorms. It’s just easier if he... we, I guess... start out on the floor. Less falling.”

She tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. “He’s gone now.” Avoiding SHIELD, avoiding anyone vaguely connected with SHIELD. “If you want to go set up in the kitchen, I’ll clean up here. And then we can go over those notes you wanted to talk about...?”

#mustbeathcr #;; blessed with beauty & rage (betty ross) #* queue. #| so this was probably for thor? #but you didn't specify and i have betty feels from it so.... #the best science bros

[volantt]

x || @mustbeathcr || s.c.

        “Your cape--!” Excuse her, she’s far too ecstatic at the sight of another donning the same attire as her friends and colleagues do on the battlefield. “And your mask--!” She’s still suspended in mid-air, wearing her own set of armor, grin stretched wide and carved deep. 

        “You must tell me who you fight for. And your name! My name is Starfire. It is not my real name, but it is easier to say than Princess Koriand'r of Tamaran because that is just a mouthful.”   

#x || starter #x || verse: after the fall (main) #mustbeathcr #[ <3 ]

[chooserofslain]

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗞𝗬 𝗛𝗔𝗗 𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗔 𝗖𝗥𝗬𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗥 𝗕𝗟𝗨𝗘 — outside the windows of the conference room when the Valkyrie had taken her seat at the head of the table and -- in her most kingly voice -- called the Trans - Atlantic Trade Meeting ... meeting OPEN. 

It had called to her, that expanse of blue intersected with long trailing pieces of cloud, teasing her with all its POSSIBILITIES as her eyes were pulled back to the piles of paper spread out before her. Strings of numbers trailed down their length in never ending rows, buffeted by stacks of charts that blurred together in one giant mass of ... black and red. 

It was mind numbing but it was also ... the FUTURE of New Asgard, the boring mechanics that had made and would continue to make this warren of space tossed vikings ... a viable town, a real country that would stand up shoulder to shoulder with the Wakanda’s and United States of the world ... some day.  If only their king could keep her eyes on the paper that was sprawled out before her, and keep focused on those speaking around her. If only the King of New Asgard could stay attuned to the battle plan laid out in crop yields and investments, the prospective interest of tourists from South America and then Asia, the possibility of trade in gold and cloth weaving, action figures of gods thought dead, goat milk, they could maybe ... stand a chance ---- 

The first clap of THUNDER came like a respite from the gods, a distraction that cut the American delegate off mid - sentence and turned all eyes toward the windows. What was once blue sky was now starting to churn in the distance over the sea, spinning white clouds into gray. The Valkyrie smiled and leaned forward in her seat, palms flat against the reams of paper. “ Don’t look so excited senator, ” she said it in jest and yet she felt a little thrill starting in her chest. How long had it been since Thor had returned ... home ? " Not every thunder storm is the heralding of a god ... ” her eyes lingered on the windows before she peeled them away and returned back on the besuited woman who looked flustered. How often had she been interrupted by the possible entrance of a Norse myth ? By the look on her face the answer was ... never. The warrior king leaned back in her seat and brought one leather booted foot onto the edge of the table and grinned, “ It rains in New Asgard, just like it does on the other side of Atlantic --- a thunder storm is no reason to stop a presentation this ... thrilling. ” 

Somewhere over her right shoulder the Valkyrie could feel Miek’s bristling. Together, they were currently working on ‘ Kingly Decorum ’, but the warrior smoothed it over with a smile and a courteous unfurling of a palm. Sans a weapon it was an invitation to ... Please, CONTINUE. 

As the woman opened her mouth and continued her monologue on the importance of high soybean imports --- there was another crack of thunder accompanied by a jagged slice of lightening - throwing the room into sharp, black and white bureaucratic relief and brining the Valkyrie to her feet. There was a HUMMING in the air now, a sound that made the hair on her arms stand up and caused the Midgardians to grip their leather bound bags and well laminated folders. Something was happening -- something other worldly was ... coming, the Valkyrie could feel it in her bones and she didn’t think it was a golden haired god ...

In a blur of pinstripes and metal the Valkyrie was out of her seat and just as quick out of the room --- after all why did Kings have an assistant if not to ... leave ABRUPTLY due to outer worldly concerns ? Miek could make her apologies in a very long and very drawn out series of hisses ( along with a diagram and a details plan for rescheduling - that she was already drawing up -- ) while leading the delegation to the shelter that had been build beneath the Sal. 

By the time that the Valkyrie made it to the center of town she could see that this was not any thunder storm - her gaze was directed downwards towards the screaming, retreating crowd of a tour that had just left the shrine built to what was left of Mjölnir. Beneath the outcropping the sea had turned an ugly green, with white capped waves in what had, only moments before, been a still afternoon scene. The tour was running from the exposed platform of white marble as the clouds above them turned the same brackish color as the ocean below them, the clouds almost black as they rumbled. And yet one, small figure remained, one body leaning over the glass covered shards of that mythical weapon as the wind picked up and their clothing - simple, Midgardian, was tugged at by the ever increasing gusts that came in, ANGRY from the sea.

The Valkyrie moved quickly down the well paved main street, down the elegant steps that told of Asgard’s history in scenes etched in gold and marble. Dragonfang materialized in her hand as she ushered tourists and locals alike into shops and homes, a force of WARRIORS building at her back as she leapt over gates used to keep tourists ( and their multi - national currency -- ) at bay. It was only then, as she stepped onto the marbled terrace that she saw how small the person was ... a woman ----- 

“ What are you DOING ? ” her voice bellowed towards the guards that stood mute around the fractured weapon, their own pointed towards the female intruder and yet doing ... nothing to stop her. “ How can you just ----- stand there -- ? ” The Valkyrie cried out in frustration as she moved towards the stranger, her blade bright in the gathering dark. A promise filled the air as thunder rumbled and the Valkyrie felt that old ache in her arms, that familiar pulse of mortality that ran through her veins when faced with a fight. Her grip tightened around the hilt of Dragonfang as the glass around Mjölnir began to crack, the wind picking up, the thunder rumbling so loud and so powerfully now that -- distant windows were shattering, marble starting to crack around the plinth that held the mythical hammer. 

The King of New Asgard cried out as her knuckles went white with the tightness of her grip, she was mere steps from the stranger, this small, improbable thief. “ STEP BACK or I will have no choice --- ” she was screaming over the howling of the wind, “ I don’t want to hurt you, but I ---- ” it was then that the sky seemed to open up, that the sheer power of the gods ---- threw the Valkyrie to the ground, forcing the wind out of her as she looked up towards the churn of storm clouds to see the ... impossible.

: ·ﾟ✧ ⚔ 𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗔𝗦𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗗 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟 / @mustbeathcr​

#「ᴄᴀɴ ᴡʜꞮsᴘᴇƦ ᴛᴀʟᴇs ᴏҒ ɢᴏƦᴇ ⚔ thor : love & thunder」 #mustbeathcr #mustbeathcr ; 007 #「 ᴏᴜʀ ᴏɴʟʏ ɢᴏᴀʟ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇsᴛᴇʀɴ sʜᴏʀᴇ ⚔ post - film / mcu based 」 #( LOL HERE U GOOOOO ) #( sl;dkfslifsdksdfj ) #( I AM JUST SO HYPED IDKKKKK HAVE A LONG FREAKIN THING )

[dangerstxrlet]

+ @mustbeathcr asked:  ❛ was that a compliment? ❜ (Jessica Jones meme!)

+ “ You know it. “ Mary Jane answered with a wink and a small nod. 

#mustbeathcr #( hello ! ) #verse: tbd

[badassbctch-blog]

                       EYES  MEET  THE  OTHERS     ...    most  would  react  a  bit  more  when  they  find  a  stranger  in  their  apartment.  but  that  was  hardly  the  willa  way.  instead,  eyes  looked  around  checking  to  see  if  it  was  only  one  person,  then  she  looked  back  to  the  other  with  crossed  arms.  “  do  you  often  hang  out  in  other’s  apartments?  ”  she  accent  still evident,  even  after  some  time  spent  living  in  america.  “  not  a  very  safe  hobby.  ”   a  step  was  taken  towards  the  other,  “  what  do  you  want?  ”

@mustbeathcr​   (   starter  call.   )

#❛ —— avengers verse. / ( ᵀᴴᴱ ᴾᴼᵂᴱᴿ ᵀᴼ ᴰᴼ ᴳᴼᴼᴰ. ) #❛ —— closed. / ( ˢᴾᴼᴷᴱᴺ ᶠᴼᴿ. ) #mustbeathcr

[cchilyoja]

; continued from here. 

Bloodshed and outright war were very much uncommon these days, as tactics had changed drastically from the late 70s and early 80s, up until the end of the twentieth century. Strategy had changed, criminal organizations a lot more careful and underground. Most of them having full-fledged fronts and businesses that masked any seedy going-ons behind the scenes. He had called for back-up, but what arrived wasn’t really what he could have expected. Blinking, as the only sign of consciousness, he merely stared at the flowing cape and shiny hammer before he even spoke. “ Well…”

 He observed her with oddity and interest but pushed it aside for now. “ On the surface, this just looks like the typical gang violence. Not something you see EVERY day, but nothing too unusual. But the thing is, none of this makes sense. These two families have been working together for the past ten years almost. And they’re just, well, there’s soo much blood, but there aren’t any bullets anywhere. There are some wounds resembling gunshots, but N O bullets?” He had examined the bodies superficially, but it didn’t take a doctor to see that there was something odd going on here. Most of the alien commotion was usually secluded to America and Europe, with the most recent alarm being when Black Panther visited almost two years ago now. He really hoped it was just human on human crime, but it would be exciting if there was something else there altogether.

#v; free agent #mustbeathcr #I'm gonna use my mcu verse bc why not #easier for both of us my dude :)

[seidmadr]

❝You are gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.❞

[x] drinking starters | accepting

Loki had been on what the mortals would call ‘a bender’. He’d been drinking near enough from dusk till dawn (and during the night) ever since he’d come back from the dead and recovered from his broken neck. Recovering from death was never an easy thing, but this time he’d been dead for longer; five years in fact, and he’d come back to a world that was empty and grey. Loki would have found a way to adapt….except he’d come back to a world where Thor was gone. 

He had been one of the victims of the snap, Loki’s attempts to save him had failed. So why shouldn’t he drink? Why should he have to face the reality of his brother’s loss with a clear and sober mind? It wasn’t like the world needed him, apparently it didn’t even need Thor; not when it had a new God of Thunder. “Worry not Lady Jane, I won’t be having a hangover.” Because he wasn’t planning on being sober enough to get one. “Even if one comes, there are spells I can use to rid myself of it.”

#mustbeathcr #ℵ: ι'м ℓιѕтєηιηg… (αηѕωєяє∂)

[stormweathered-arc1]

@mustbeathcr​ : sc. 

    ❛ MJÖLNIR HAS ANSWERED YOUR CALL as loyally as it ever did mine own. ❜  It’s a difficult ADMISSION for this Odinson,  and true acceptance will come slowly and through the blackness of his own UNWORTHINESS   —   but RESPECT can be given regardless.    ❛ And for that we are ALLIES. ❜

#﹙ . ғᴏʀ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀᴍ﹗ . [ ᴍᴀɪɴ ] ﹚ #mustbeathcr