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Hey how are u ?Can i be matched with a guy of marvel and hp please I'm a 5.1 curvy french girl. I have long black hair and black eyes. So i can't hide my feelings, honest and too impulsive and that get me into delicate situation,I am sporty i love running or swimming and nerdy like playing video games but also caring,love music,singing,reading,teasing,and laughing i also have a domestic side.I am really respectful and feminist,i believe in second chance are too much forgiving thanks in advance

For Harry Potter I’m thinking Cedric. He’s sweet, cute, and would help with the impulsive side. He would suit your loving and caring side too by giving you the same in return. You guys would be the kind of couple that cooks together and has game nights at home. Relaxed, but adorable.

For Marvel I would say maybe Peter Quill? He’s fun, charismatic, but also a bit of a noob. Also, he’s clearly likes strong-willed girls like Gamora. He’s funny, and you two would never be bored combined with his character and your fun loving nature. You would be there to support him, and he would love you to the moon and back... or ya know, the edge of the galaxy.

I hope you like these! And I apologize for responding so late ❤️

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steve rogers // captain america

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Hi! Can I have a marvel and hp ship please ? My mother tongue is french. I'm smol (5'2"), I have brown hair and green eyes. I love travelling ! I like going out with friends, reading, playing piano, juggling and dancing. I'm 22 straight girl. I study psychology at the university. I'm ravenclaw, ENFJ and aries. I try to go out of my comfort zone. Humour is really important for me. I'm optimistic, independent and I try to be kind to everyone (sorry for my english) Thank you !

Firstly, your English is great! Second, the ships…

For Harry Potter I would ship you with Fred Weasley. I think his humor would appeal to you, and he would love how fun and fascinating you are. He’s never been super studious, but your Ravenclaw side would help balance him out. You would love going out with friends to Hogsmeade or an arcade. When it’s just the two of you, you would watch movies and play board games. Your adventures around the world would be amazing and so entertaining. 

For Marvel I would pair you with Tony Stark. His independence mirrors yours, and he tends to be the jokester of the group. He would travel around the world with you, and the parties you two would throw would be incredible. You would balance out his sometimes harsh demeanor. You would kind of mother the team since they’re always staying in your “house” (aka the tower lol). When you’re alone Tony would be really sweet, dancing with you around the living room,

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Hi! I just wanted to say I’m so happy that the two lovely ladies I shipped said they like theirs! This was my first ship ever (or if not ever then I can’t even remember the last) and I was so worried y’all would hate it. Send in more if you want!! ❤️

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Hey! Are you still doing ships?

Hi! I’m kinda always doing ships. People just send ‘em in and I answer when I can

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Hi! Could I please get shipped with male characters from Marvel, GOT and HP? I'm a female, 5'5 and average weight. I have quite fair skin, with long straight auburn hair and dark grey eyes. I wear a lot of black clothes, but always wear glittery makeup to go with it! I'm introverted, but can be quite loud and sarcastic when you get close to me. I always make jokes, and I tell people how it is. I have a passion for performance (singing and acting) and love animals (especially cats). Thank you! ❤

For Harry Potter I would ship you with Draco. Idk if you’re into “villains” (he isn’t all bad, but ya know he’s supposed to be that kid), but the description definitely sounds like a Slytherin. And that’s a good thing!! Slytherin is not all bad, but the passion and your style give me the sense of that Slytherin drive and power. So I would ship you with Draco. You would balance him out, because you seem like the kind of Slytherin with both a spicy and sweet side. You would bring out Draco’s sweet side, and you’d make him so happy. You would spend time sitting in a big chair with him down in the Slytherin common room reading or playing board games.

For Game of Thrones I’d pair you with Jon. Firstly, he likes those red heads. Second, you both have a thing for black clothes. Nah, but aside from outside appearance you give me a strong vibe and like you don’t put up with people’s shit. Jon has grown into a similar persona over the years, and I think you would compliment that. Plus, he also loves strong willed women (Dany, Ygritte, both women who don’t put up with bullshit). Ghost would love you, and despite his best efforts you would insist on helping him in the war on the wights. You would practice defense with Arya (not that either of you needs any practice), and Jon would be cute and protective of you.

Finally I’d pair you with Peter for Marvel. I feel like (and Idk how old you are but for this purpose you’re a teen) y’all would have a cute, typical, modern type of teen relationship. You would go to the movies and get milkshakes after, sneak out to do dumb stuff like go to the park and try to learn how to do parkour. Idk, this is random but I get those vibes. He’s pretty shy too, so you would bring him out a bit. Even though you’re introverted, you have an edge and don’t put up with any bs, so you’d give him confidence and compliment his sweet personality. He would give you so many hugs and random kisses on the forehead / top of head. You would play videogames and spend hours watching him try (and fail) trying to learn no tricks (and die laughing ofc).

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Ship please for Harry Potter, Game of Thrones and Marvel? I am an ambivert straight Ravenclaw female. I LOVE books and writing. I also love Disney, yellow, roses, and food. Feisty. Broody when upset. Contemplative. Enthusiastic. Loyal. I try to be brave, kind, and smart. I also like to cook, sing, and dance at times. Old soul. Kid at heart. I hate being called cute. I also love my eclectic playlist

For Harry Potter I think I’d ship you with Cedric Diggory. First of all, you like yellow, so Hufflepuff seemed fitting. I think the fact that you are very loyal would appeal to a Hufflepuff. Combined with your kind, brave, smart, fun, and hard-working nature I think the two of you would get along and make such a cute pair. You two would watch Disney movies together in the common room and dance during the love songs. You’re his Beauty, he’s your Beast (or Prince if beast is too harsh :p).

For Game of Thrones I would go with Robb. I’m partial to Robb (if you hadn’t noticed lmfao), but you reminded me a bit of Talisa. She enjoys reading, and is fun, cool, and collected but has her wild moments. I think Robb would value your insight when it comes to battle planning and strategy, but you would also have tender moments, reading by the fire or underneath the stars of the Godswood. 

Finally, for Marvel I’d pair you with T’Challa. Your enthusiasm and contemplative nature would appeal to him, and you would draw him out of his cool and (at times) serious shell. You would get along well with Shuri, and help her in her lab (assuming she even lets you, which she proooobably would). T’Challa, as a young King, is looking for a Queen to rule by his side. Your knowledge, intrigue, and amazing personality combined with the added bonus of your familiarity with the world outside of Wakanda make you an ideal ruler. Plus, he fell under your spell from the minute he saw how well you and his mother got along. 

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if you wanna be my lover you gotta

accept and recognize that Clint is a valuable and important member of the avengers that can not and should not be disregarded

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Colors

Pairings: Robb Stark x Fem!Reader

Summary: Colors highlight significant points in your relationship with Robb

Warnings: None. PS: (Y/F/N) = your father’s name

Word Count: 2,085

Author’s Note: So I’ve seen some people do imagines where they do one significant color and how it has been a part of a ship’s relationship over its duration. But I didn’t want to just do one color, so I thought I would do several colors and their significance. Ps, sorry if the timing of winters/summers is off cuz idk when the seasons were/how long they lasted in the past. Also, I made up a holiday because lol I needed one for the feast.

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White. White was all you could see for miles as you and your father rode to Winterfell. It was your first time seeing snow, as you had been born during the summer. Plus, your home was hundreds of miles from the Stark keep.

Your father and Lord Eddard had fought together during Robert’s rebellion. Unbeknownst to your parents, they had conceived you right before your father left to fight. By the time your mother knew, he had been gone for weeks. Safe to say, your father was overjoyed (although very surprised) when he came home to find his first child, a beautiful baby girl, had been born.

At the time you and your father visited Winterfell, you were seven years old. Whispers of a betrothal had been exchanged, but both parties wanted to give you two a chance to meet before any plans were made. You knew you were to be gracious and ladylike as you had been raised. But for the time, you just stared at the snow in wonder.

Blue. Blue was the color of the eyes staring back into your own. He was taller than you, everyone was, so you had to crane your neck slightly to see them. But no height difference could dull the striking image of those Tully eyes.

Robb Stark was but a few months older than you. Yet, he was dressed like a little lord should be, and stood just as straight and tall as his mother and father. You too were dressed up, as a little lady from a noble house is expected to be. Without knowing it, you had worn a dress that nearly matched his eyes exactly. It was something your mother would do, after all, matching your dress with you possible-future-husband’s eyes. She was a hopeless romantic at heart. Despite your best efforts to seem tough, you wore your heart on your sleeve just as your mother did, and you couldn’t help blushing as this eldest Stark boy smiled at you when you met.

Green. Green was the color of the forests you spent hours running, skipping, and riding through. After you and Robb had clearly taken a liking to each other, your parents made the match official. You both knew, technically, but you didn’t really think about all it entailed in the long run. All you knew was that you were a ward of Winterfell now, and you really didn’t mind. Sure, you missed your family, but they came to visit you every-so-often, and sent letters to you at least once a week. Besides, this is quite literally what you were born to do. As a noble lady, you had been taught your whole life that one day you would go live somewhere else and be someone’s bride.

You were lucky. Some girls had to go live in horrible, foreign places with horrible, old husbands. You got to play in the woods with the Stark children, and grow up knowing that one day you would marry one of your best friends. You were all constantly together, joined since day one. Robb, Jon, Theon, and you would play in the lush trees of the wolfswood, sword fighting, tree climbing, and riding your horses. Sometimes you and Robb’s little sister, Sansa, would go down to the creek to do “little lady things” as the boys mockingly called it. Braiding your hair and chatting was rather girly you supposed, but you always were a balanced child. As the years went on you bonded with all of the Stark children, spending hours among those rich green groves. Sword fighting with little Arya, reading with Sansa, playing hide and seek with Bran and the littlest wolf, Rickon. But your favorite was always riding with the older boys, because it meant spending time with Robb. You grew up together in those woods, learning each other’s secrets and dreams, discovering that he loved the way you laughed, and (unknown to you) him admiring the way your hair shined in the golden sunlight that came through the green canopy above you.

Silver. Silver was the color of the dress you wore to the feast on the Night of Frost. Every season, as summer turns cold, the North celebrates the past summer, while preparing for the fact that winter is coming. All the Northern houses come together to eat, drink, and be merry. Most importantly though, they come to establish final plans for winter. Robb, as the heir to Winterfell and future Warden of the North, had sat in on meetings all day. Nevertheless, he had finally been released to enjoy himself, and he made his way to the banquet hall to join the feast. As he slipped in and made his way to the head table he froze. You were sat next to Sansa, chatting and laughing that familiar laugh that made Robb’s heart leap.

But it wasn’t your laugh that made him stand still. It was just you. He had never seen you look so beautiful, in your silver dress that fit you perfectly, and your hair pulled back in intricate braids with delicate silver flowers woven into it.

He had always seen you as one of his best friends, but this… this was something else. He saw you in a different way. You weren’t that little girl who had blushed when you met, you were so much more. He finally got it. You were his lady. You were going to be his, and he was going to be yours. And it was then, in that moment, that Robb realized he loved you. Sure, he had always had feelings for you, no one could deny that. But he loved you. He smiled to himself, his heart racing with excitement as he sat next to you. “One day I will put a ring around your finger”, he thought to himself, “and it’ll be beautiful and silver, just like you are now.”

Violet. Violet was the color of your most prized possession, your bow. On your seventeenth nameday, Robb had given you an incredible gift. “I had it crafted specially for you,” he beamed, handing you the elegant, purple bow. “The carpenters spent hours getting the wood just right. And I told them to make it violet, to match the wildflowers from your family’s home.” You blushed, not realizing before how much Robb took note of. How much he cared. “Robb it’s incredible! Thank you,” you said, throwing your arms around him, careful to keep the gift out of your tight embrace.

Later that afternoon, you and Robb took the bow out for the first time. You were an expert archer, as you had been trained since you could hold an arrow. Most places don’t teach girls to fight, but your house was known everywhere for its expertise in archery. By the age of four you could hit the bullseye nearly every time, and by six you could shoot from horseback. It was one of your favorite qualities about yourself, as it made you unique. Robb had never told you, but he felt the same way. He had always been impressed by your skill, even if he had teased you about it when he was younger. To be honest, he hadn’t been used to someone being better at fighting than him, as he was the oldest child, much less a girl being able to best him. But you had proven your skills to him your second day in Winterfell, and ever since you two had loved shooting together. You took your violet bow everywhere with you, a constant reminder of your family, and the one you had here in the North.

Orange. Orange was the color of the sky as the sun sank lower and lower, drawing in the dusk. You had been riding for a little while with Robb. To where, you had no idea. All he had told you was that he wanted to go for a ride. You didn’t know why you were riding, and you didn’t where you were heading, but it didn’t matter. It was Robb, and if he wanted to go for a ride then you were more than happy to join him. He slowed down as you reached the top of a large hill a few miles outside the walls of Winterfell. He helped you down from your horse, and took your hand in his, leading you to sit beside him on the grass.

You watched as colors streaked across the sky, vibrant pinks and deep oranges holding your gaze. “It’s beautiful, Robb” said quietly, careful not to disturb the peaceful atmosphere. “Aye,” he answered, turning to face you, “but it can’t match the beauty sitting beside me now.” You blushed just like you always did when Robb showed his affections for you. “You’re too good to me, Robb,” you joked, a gentle smile spreading across your face. “I always try to be the best man I can for you,” he began, placing a hand on your cheek to gently lead your eyes to meet his. “And, if you’ll let me, I want to keep being a good man for you for the rest of my life.” You couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear. You had known this day was coming, and yet you still found yourself struggling to answer. You composed yourself, and looked back into his gentle eyes once again. “I would love nothing more,” you grinned.

Letting out a small sigh of relief he hadn’t realized he was holding, Robb leaned in, kissing you for the first time. His lips were softer than you would have thought, and he was gentle, treating you with respect and care. It was just a short little moment, but it said more than enough. Evening was beginning to settle as you two rode back to the castle, the orange swept away by a dark, twinkling sky.

Red. Red were the leaves of the heart tree under which you and Robb said your vows. You made your way down through the woods, people smiling at you as you walked. You were draped in your maiden cloak, bearing the colors of your family’s house. It was a bittersweet moment, your father’s arm linked with yours, the colors of your house adorning you for the last time. You looked to your father, and you both understood the meaning in your eyes. You’ll always be a part of me. You then looked to Robb, a smile gracing his face, his eyes full of adoration. You and your father stopped a few feet in front of the tree. Lord Eddard stepped forward. “Who comes before the old gods this night?”

Your father answered. “(Y/N) of House (Y/L/N) comes here to be wed. A woman grown and flowered, trueborn and noble, she comes to beg the blessings of the gods. Who comes to claim her?”

Robb stepped forward, making eye contact with your father. “Robb of House Stark, heir to Winterfell and future Warden of the North. I claim her. Who gives her?”

Again, your father spoke. “(Y/F/N) of House (Y/L/N), father of the bride.”

Lord Eddard then turned to you, giving you a small smile before speaking. “Lady (Y/N), will you take this man?”

You smiled back. “I take this man.” Robb stepped forward, and took your hand. You looked back at your father for one last second, nodding to him before removing your arm from his. Then, you and Robb knelt before the heart tree, bowing before the old gods. Moments later you stood again, and Robb removed your maiden cloak, replacing it with a beautiful grey and white one adorned, of course, with a direwolf. It was official. You were man and wife, and you couldn’t be more thrilled. You leaned in, sealing the marriage with a kiss, and the crowd around you cheered. Robb leaned into you, whispering in your ear. “I am yours, and you are mine,” he said. You traded places with him, and repeated it; “I am yours, and you are mine.” It was a moment for just you two. And all felt just right. The red leaves rustled in the cool breeze, and you all made your way back to the hall. The night was just beginning, a feast waiting inside. One chapter ended, and another began. And as it had been for over a decade, and would be for the rest of your days, you were with the love of your life.

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Weekly Reading List 36

Weekly Recommendations get posted every Thursday. All stories are character x reader unless otherwise stated. Graphic by the awesome@wonders-of-the-enterprise.

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Avengers Take It or Leave It Part 4 by @supersoldierfreak Steve Rogers Pearls and Chanel by @mcuimaginesandstuff Take Your Time by @vexed-insomniac Sledgehammer Part 8 by @tilltheendwilliwrite Dog Days by @soitmightgetweird Daisy by @sgtbxckybxrnes Stay With Me by @captain-asthmatic Proof by @captain-asthmatic Coincidences by @persxphxne We Meet Again by @4theluvofall The Beautiful and Damned by @imagine-assembling-the-avengers The Subway by @wiener-soldiers

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"Books! And cleverness! There are more important things – friendship and bravery“

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I loved your Robb Stark fic, amazing! Thank you for sharing with us. Xoxo

Ahhhh thank youuuu! I squealed when I saw this, I was so excited! I’m glad you liked it, cuz I’ve never written for GoT or Robb, so I’m glad it wasn’t horrible. Thanks for all the love 💓

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Y’all I’m rewatching all of Game of Thrones and I just got to the episode that has the Red Wedding. 

...I can’t do it

.....its just so damn tragic

.........send tissues

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The Groom’s Gift

Pairings: Robb Stark x Reader

Summary: Robb carries on a Stark wedding tradition by giving his new bride a gift

Warnings: Enough fluff that you would probably knit at least one quilt out of it

Word Count: 940

Author’s Note: My first GoT and Robb Stark fic!! P.S. this is a happy fic, so that means STARK FAMILY = LIVING

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Your eyes slowly drifted open, your sleep being disturbed by the first sunlight of the morning finally reaching your eyes. When you first awoke, you had nearly forgotten where you were, but the arm tightening around your waist quickly reminded you.

Beaming, you turned around to find Tully-blue eyes already staring back at you, small crinkles at the corner giving away your new husband’s cheerfulness. Still a little drowsy, you decided to close your eyes again and snuggle into Robb’s chest. He kissed your hair, and you mumbled a sleepy “good morning” in response.

That was how the two of you stayed, newlyweds cuddling as the first light of morning crept upon the walls of Winterfell. Unfortunately, despite your desire to stay in bed, breakfast was awaiting the two of you downstairs, as well as the Stark family. Your family you reminded yourself. It had only been a few days since you and Robb had been married, and you were still adjusting to the things that came with being a Stark and a wife.

You slipped out of bed and walked over to your wardrobe to pick out your gown for the day. After dressing you gazed at your bed to find your husband snoring lightly. Playfully rolling your eyes, you walked over and kissed him on his nose. Robb hummed happily in reply but still didn’t open his eyes.

“Robb, I know you’re awake now,” you giggled.

“No ‘m not, I’m still dreaming,” he answered sleepily, pulling his furs tighter around him.

While you found his sleepiness adorable, you were growing a little tired of it, as you knew the rest of the family would be waiting for you downstairs. You pulled his furs off of him and, ignoring his little grumble of disapproval, you proceeded to pick out clothes for him.

Finally opening his eyes, Robb sat up and started to take off his sleeping clothes and replacing them with the clothes you had chosen for the day. “Funny thing, dreams,” he began as he tied his tunic, “Did you know mine are true?”

“How’s that?” you asked, tying off your last braid and checking your work in the mirror.

“I dreamt there was an angel in my room this morning, turns out it was true,” he smiled, coming over and giving you a soft kiss on the lips.

“Careful now, my love, we’re already late for breakfast.” He chuckled at your words, but nodded all the same. He opened the door for you, and the two of you made your way to the hall.

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Later that afternoon, Lady Catelyn, Sansa, Arya, and yourself sat outside in the courtyard of Winterfell. Lady Stark had a book, Sansa had her needle work, and you watched and listened as Arya told you all about her favorite heroes, the dragons they rode, and the battles they won. You smiled, knowing that one day she may very well end up a heroic lady like the Targaryens from her books, so long as she kept up her practice with Needle. The sun was sinking lower into the sky, and you knew that soon the men and boys would be back from their ride in the woods.

Not much time had passed when Robb, his brothers, and his father came trotting into the courtyard. Robb strolled over to you, smiling and greeting you with a kiss. “I beg your pardon, Mother, sisters, but I must steal (y/n) away for a little while,” he stated, taking your arm. Though you had no idea what he was up to, you gladly followed knowing it would be nothing bad.

The two of you walked a little ways past the castle, and you realized he was taking you to the Godswood. As you grew nearer to the weirwood tree, Robb stopped and turned to you.

“Close your eyes.” You cocked an eyebrow at him, but nonetheless did as he asked. Taking your hand, he carefully lead you over to the tree, talking as you walked. “There’s an ancient tradition in House Stark in which a groom presents his bride with a gift shortly after they are wed,” he explained.

“What is the gift?” you wondered aloud, now understanding why your eyes were to be shut.

“Ah, that’s the fun part. You see, the gift is always the same, but the secret is kept among Stark brides so that they do not spoil the surprise for future women of the house.” He stopped the two of you, and you could tell by the rustling of the leaves above you that the pair of you stood right below the branches of the weirwood tree. “When I tell you to, you may open your eyes,” he told you. You could hear the excitement hidden in his words. You nodded, and then you heard him walking through the fallen leaves. He returned a few seconds later. “Okay, love, open your eyes.”

You finally looked, and the first thing you saw were a pair of shining, grey eyes staring back at you. Gasping excitedly, you gently took the direwolf pup from Robb’s arms and held it close to you. “Robb, it’s beautiful! Is it a boy or a girl?”

“She’s a girl,” he laughed as the baby wolf licked at your hand.

“I’m going to name her Almeda, because just as her name means, she is kind and worthy of all my love,” you giggled, kissing the fur around the pup’s ears.

“Uh oh, am I going to be replaced by a direwolf?” Robb asked, a look of playful fear etching his features.

“Never,” you replied, leaning in to kiss your groom.

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Update!

Hiiii! So I’m back working on this blog after a reaaaaaallllllyyyyyy long hiatus. I feel bad for always leaving this blog and coming back, but its just how it is; partly because I have school, partly because this is a side blog, and partly because I don’t know what to write! This last problem is what I tried to remedy with the changes I made today.

Today I decided to make this blog multi-fandomed instead of just Marvel / Avengers. I’ve been wanting to write for other fandoms, but haven’t had anywhere to write. So now, I’ve just converted this blog! I hope you all like it and are excited like I am!

Enjoy! Love, Mary

P.S. I changed the theme and re-did the whole masterlist, so if you’re on a computer, I would love it if you would check the new look and stuff out!!

P.P.S. The new fandoms will include Harry Potter and Game of Thrones (and I guess whatever else I wanna write)

P.P.P.S. There maaaaay or may not (JK there definitely will) be a Robb Stark fic coming soon

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Happy 36th Birthday Chris Evans! June 13, 1981

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@ChrisEvans Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! From me and this desperate social climber.