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[izunias-meme-hole]

Top 5 supervillains?

LOOK AT THIS DUDE ASKIN' ME FOR MY TOP 5 SUPERVILLAINS!

In all seriousness though, I'll be glad to indulge, though be forewarned that my top 5 consists of supervillains from Marvel and DC, so like if this seems basic forgive me but I am allowed to be cringe in this instance because I've been dragged back into full on purgatory.

Number 1. Doctor Doom -As I've said before, I've always respected Victor, but I've never been super crazy about him. His animated and game adaptations are good but not perfect, and the movies so far have failed to get his character across in a great way, so that might've been a part of why I wasn't a Doom Superfan. Though after getting back into the absurdity and impactfulslness of superhero comics, it soon hit me... Doctor Doom is a villain made for comics. He's overdramatic, grandiose, terrifying, bombastic, egotistical, pragmatic, powerful, absurd, nuanced, insecure, lonely, the whole package placed within a suit of armor and a green cloak. He's an arrogant, tyrannical, cold hearted technological and magical genius who embodies every inch of supervillainy you could imagine, while remaining a genuinely sophisticated, and honorable figure even with his history of pettiness. Overall Doom is just one big magnificent bastard.

Number 2. The Joker - The Joker is a crook who fell into a vat of chemicals and got a clownish makeover, who ended up becoming the nemesis of Batman. While the other rouges have their particular danger levels, they all have some type of cause they're fighting for or they're purely out to benefit themselves. Joker just causes chaos, death, and suffering, for the sake of his twisted sense of humor. He is willing to kill and ruin lives in the most creative way possible, so long as he finds it funny. Yet despite how twisted he is, this evil ass clown actually can be funny. Not only that, but he's the most effective contrast to Batman, even more than the other rouges. Batman is a frightening figure with a semi-demonic visage who suffered one bad day in his youth, yet he is a hero dedicated to the cause of justice and protecting the innocent citizens of Gotham City. Joker is a colorful figure with a big 'ol grin on his face and a jovial demeanor, yet he is perfectly okay with causing as much unwarranted harm to others for the sake of artistic chaos. Ultimately, the Clown Prince of Crime is a villain that's managed to last for decades, despite the ever marching clock, for these exact reasons.

Number 3. Magneto - He's honestly on par with Joker in my honest opinion, and I'm saying this as someone who's been familiar with Erik for a LONG time thanks to the X-Men films and Evolution, and has gone through his history in the comics. Magneto is basically one of the most famous examples of a "Knight Templar" in fiction, a self-righteous figure fighting for a crusade that he deems noble at any cost. As for why he feels the need to do this? He's a holocaust survivor, it's as simple as that. The comics are the legit only piece of media that go into deeper details about Magneto's life in the concentration camps and the aftermath of that hell which only led into more hell, but that's the basic gist of what makes him tick. Magneto's lived in a world where innocent people got killed because of state approval, and he's not letting that happen again.

Number 4. Loki - Stan Lee, Jack Kirby, and Larry Leibber making the norse God of Mischief, the Poetic Edda's best figure, a supervillain... wasn't a bad idea. The result of that however was a wannabe king in a silly little outfit with devil horns who also happens to be Odin's adoptive son and the brother of Thor. This is inaccurate as hell and shouldn't work, yet it somehow does. He's a delightful trickster at every turn with a lot of gears consistently turning in his head, and while in the comics he's not really a villain anymore and his (in)famous run in the MCU ended on a surprisingly high note, he's still fun. Am I overrating him? Maybe.

Number 5. Lex Luthor - Superman's biggest hater being a self-made millionaire that is the embodiment of the best and worst of humanity will never not be fitting. Though if I'm being honest, I don't feel like DC has gone far enough with Lex. Still he's genuinely a pretty good villain for the man of steel to face.

[writtenfangirl]

Pretty Words

I know, another Loki fluff but I just can't help it! I recently just finished rewatching Loki and the love I have for the man who plays him and the character himself is just unmatched.

I tried to make the insecurities as generic as possible so that everyone can relate to the story

It took a lot to phase someone as confident as Loki. Externally, he always prided himself in being the well-put-together brother. While Thor dressed in casual jeans and t-shirts whenever he visited Midgard, Loki was always impeccably dressed in a dashing and, most likely, expensive suit.

Y/N always figured it had something to do with his desire to one up his brother or perhaps because Loki always prided himself in his sense of style but Y/N would have never guessed it was because Loki has always been insecure.

Because deep down, Loki was still convinced of his status as a monster.

He was, after all, still a prince of Jotunheim. He was a frost giant, with dark blue skin and blood red eyes. He was the monster in Asgard’s cautionary tales, the wolf that would eat any misbehaving children.

In his true form, he looked nothing like his Asgardian brother who people were always in awe of, who always smelled like lavender, whose golden hair glimmered and shined in the sun. Loki may be good looking when he was in his Asgardian form but as a frost giant, he was hideous.

It was a form he will always hide and shelter. And if there was one thing Loki knew about relationships it’s that there are just some things that are meant to be hidden.

He had no intention of ever showing Y/N his true form nor does he ever want her to know about it. To her, Loki is simply Thor’s adopted Jotun brother who is still incredibly handsome despite his severe daddy issues.

And Y/N, well, she never pushed it. She knew Loki’s background, knew that Loki was an entirely different alien but she never tested Loki’s boundaries. After all, she wasn’t in any position to talk. Not when she had her own set of insecurities.

Y/N may have been an Avenger who’s helped save the world on several occasions but in her eyes, she was still wholly lacking, especially in the physical appearance department.

It especially didn’t help that she was surrounded by some of the most beautiful people in the universe. Natasha and Maria had already made her insecure back when she was just a lowly agent of SHIELD but meeting women like Wanda, Hope Van Dyne, Okoye and Gamora left her self-confidence diminished.

In her eyes, she will never have their fit figure, their womanly curves, their long flowing hair, their well structured cheekbones or their pretty pouty lips. In Y/N’s eyes, she will always be inadequate.

So she never cared that Loki hid some parts of himself from her because well, if she could hide the things about her that she didn’t like, she would.

“It must be nice being a shapeshifter,” Y/N sighed as she frowned at her body on the full-length mirror in her room at the compound. “You could just blink away huge thighs and belly fat.”

“You could,” Loki replied as he looked at her curiously. “But why would you want to?”

Y/N shrugged, tearing her eyes away from the mirror as she sullenly walked to where Loki laid on her bed. She pulled the covers up to her chin in an attempt to hide any visage of her body as a horrible feeling settled in her chest.

“My dearest, are you okay?” Loki asked with a frown and Y/N buried her face on his neck, breathing in his clean, minty scent.

“No,” Y/N replied sadly, her voice slightly muffled. “It’s just one of those days.”

“One of those days?”

Y/N pulled her face away from Loki’s neck, meeting his beautiful clear blue eyes. He looked at her with so much concern, it made Y/N’s heart ache. “You know, one of those days where I just feel unhappy about my body.”

Loki’s eyebrows crumpled in worry. “Why would you be unhappy about your body?”

“Why wouldn’t I be,” She snorted. “There are so many things about me that I don’t like, it would be easier to count the things I do.”

“But, darling, you are exquisite.” Loki said with so much confused sincerity, it was enough to make her smile.

“Loki, I love you, but you look like a literal god. You could walk down the street right now to buy a cup of coffee and be stopped by hundreds of girls and boys before you reach the cafe. If you were human, you would literally be a specimen of the human race. You wouldn’t understand how I feel.”

This time when Loki frowned, there was a hint of hurt in his eyes. “You forget, my darling, that I am not always like this. My true form is not something I am proud of.”

“Loki, I’ve said it once and I will say it again, you could look like the ugliest person in the planet and I would still choose you. There is no facet of you, no side of you, that I would ever run from.” She placed her hand on Loki’s cheek, feeling the radiant warmth of his skin.

He glanced away nervously. “You will not mind then, if I were to show you my true form?”

“No, I will not mind.”

Loki took a deep shuddering breath as his hand gripped Y/N’s. He placed a soft, loving kiss on the edge of her palm before he closed his eyes.

Y/N felt the transformation first before she saw it. Loki’s once warm hand turned cold, his body’s temperature dropping as if he’d spent hours outside in the snow with nothing but a t-shirt on. His skin shifted and turned into a deep blue as pale white markings etched itself on his skin, his face, his brow. When he finally opened his eyes, gone were the beautiful blues that Y/N loved, replaced by a deep red that reminded her of the moon in a lunar eclipse.

She let out a gasp as she felt the coldness of his hand on her own and a look of hurt flashed in Loki’s eyes.

“It is disgusting I know,” Loki said hastily before Y/N could say anything. “You are now terrified of me. I shouldn’t have—“

But before Loki could finish what he was saying, Y/N had already planted her lips on his. He felt cold but still familiar. Like coming home to the warmth of your home after a cold winter day.

Her hand cradled his face, lovingly running her thumbs around the markings on his face before they curled around his raven black hair.

When she pulled away and opened her eyes, she was just as breathless as she would have been if Loki was in his Asgardian form. In her eyes, Loki was absolutely perfect.

“You are not afraid of me?” Loki asked, his red eyes searching Y/N’s flushed face.

“Afraid of you? Why would I ever be afraid of you?“ Y/N asked as planted a soft kiss on his blue nose. “You can never do anything to make me afraid of you. You are absolutely exquisite, Loki, and I am lucky to have someone like you love someone like me despite all my flaws and insecurities.”

Loki smiled, a wide genuine smile that had Y/N’s heart fluttering in her chest. “No. I am the lucky one, to not only love you but to also be loved by you is a privilege I scarcely deserve.“

Y/N smiled at him. “Pretty words from a pretty man.”

“You think me pretty?” Loki gave her a sly grin as his finger traced the edges of her lips.

“Oh, yes. Definitely. Very pretty.”

“As I should be. I am in a relationship with one of the most beautiful woman in the whole universe.”

Y/N laughed at Loki’s words, causing him to chuckle. Her previous feelings of insecurities were gone, replaced by the deep love she had to for the man that held her in his cold arms.

“You should have told me that you were literally cold,” Y/N sighed as she sank into Loki’s embrace. “I always feel so hot and it turns out my boyfriend is literally a walking a/c. Ugh the advantages I could have claimed.”

“You would rather I stay in this form?”

Y/N’s eyes began to flutter shut as sleep began to lull her into its comforting arms. “I would rather you stay in whatever form makes you comfortable but I would never say no to not sweating through the sheets tonight.”

Loki chuckled before Y/N felt him plant a soft kiss on her temple. “As my lady commands then.”

Y/N was about to let sleep swallow her whole when Loki spoke again.

“Y/N?”

Y/N staved off her feeling of tiredness. “Hmm?”

Y/N could hear Loki’s heart beating in his chest, could feel the rising and falling of his torso in line with his breathing. For a moment, all Y/N could focus on was her feeling of contentment before Loki spoke. “As a shapeshifter, I want you to know that I do not believe in ugliness. I believe ugliness is a term created by those of us who cannot accept the flaws of others. There is beauty in everything no matter how odd they may first appear. And beauty is especially seen in those of us who see only beauty in others and you, my darling, are as beautiful as they come.”

Y/N looked up at Loki, letting a small tear of happiness fall from her eyes as she took Loki’s blue hand and gave it a kiss. “Pretty words from a pretty man.“

Loki chuckled as Y/N adjusted herself and gave Loki a kiss on his cheek. “I love you, Loki, until the universe itself falls apart.”

Loki pulled Y/N closed, enveloping her in a cold but pleasant embrace that had Y/N’s eyes fluttering shut. “I will love you even then, Y/N. I will love you even when the universe falls apart and a new one is reborn. And whatever life we may have after that, may it be new or the same as this one, I will love you.”

And just like that, any negative thought Y/N ever had about herself, her life, any insecurity she possessed seemed to vanish like smoke.

“Pretty words from a pretty man,” Y/N echoed again as sleep began to call for her again.

“Only for you, my darling. Only for you.”

[mjolnirchoscn]

@adarkenedshadeofblue

I assure you, brother, the sun will shine on us again. [x]

[mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea]

Angst Prompt: #3 and #33 (Your choice...or both lol)

Angst Prompts

from https://teadrinkingwolfgirl.tumblr.com/post/624914433076051968/angst-prompts

@scottxlogan: Angst Prompt: #3 and #33 (Your choice...or both lol)

 3. “Was any of it real?”

Scott let out a soft moan when Logan's mouth crushed onto his.  When the old mutant bit at his lips to coax them opened, when his tongue now glided across his, Scott whined and shifted from his space on the couch to sit astride Logan's hips.  He raked his fingers through Logan's hair and gave a throaty laugh when the man underneath him growled at having his trademarked style mussed.  

"Asshole," Logan snarked at Scott's laugh then gave in to the assault of his mouth by the other man.  

Whatever fury they unleashed on each other in the Danger Room

           ...and in the kitchen, and classroom, and hallways, and land surrounding the school...

...translated now into the bruises left on Scott's hips where Logan's fingers dug in, not to mention that coppery smear of blood on Logan's mouth where Scott's teeth bit a little too hard.  

At any moment, students or other teachers could walk in on them.  They were in the communal TV room, after all, the football game they were arguing over completely forgotten while Scott ground his hips onto Logan's.  With where this was going, if they didn't stand up and head upstairs to one of their rooms, they were going to leave a mess on the cushions.  

Scott moaned again and rasped, "Let's go...upstairs...upstairs...my room..."  

"Has ta be my room, Summers.  Someone else is in your bed," reminded Logan, and Scott pulled back to blink behind his shades.  Blink and blink and then close his eyes with a groan.  

Scott groaned and rolled onto his back, feeling the wrinkled sheet underneath his naked skin.  He opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling.  His heart pounded so loud in his chest that he almost missed the shallow breath next to him.  He felt overwhelming resignation flood his mind; resignation to being betrayed and shattered again.  

"Emma," he muttered and turned on his side in time to see his girlfriend rise from the bed.  "It was just a dream," Scott tried to explain.  

Emma looked over her shoulder, exhaustion weighing down her body and misery churning in her eyes.  

"I'm tired of competing, Scott.  Even with your fantasies.  I'm tired of never being enough," she told him and buried all of her emotions behind a wall of ice more deadly than her mind or diamond skin. She turned once more to walk away.

Scott sat up and started to go after her.  

"You don't have to compete.  It was just a dream...just a fantasy.  Nothing more." He reached out, but she was already stepping into the en suite. "It wasn't even real."  

Emma looked at him even as she was already closing the door.  

"It was real enough."  

Scott hung his head as the lock clicked, his forehead touching the door.  He could hear the faucet running, a failed attempt to mask her crying.  

33. “I thought it would help, but I just feel empty.”

The third time Thor's fist connected with his face, Loki heard the crunch of his nose.  He raised his hand there, and it came away covered with blood.  

He and Thor had been fighting since his adopted brother had revealed his illusion to the Asgardians in the garden.  Fair enough, the play had been horrible; the actors were talentless – save the one portraying Odin – and even Loki had been forced to pretend that it was an accurate portrayal of his 'death' on Svartalfheim.  

The fight had started out as a yelling match. Well, Thor was yelling, and Loki tried to explain to deaf, angry ears.  Their voices echoed through the palace until they were, at last, in the throne room.  Thor threw the first punch when Loki spun around to face him.  

What felt like a decade later, here he was, nose broken and bloodied, covered in bruises that even with his seiðr would take over a week to heal, by his inability to stand, his right ankle was likely shattered, and there were deep finger marks around one half of his throat, the deepest right at his windpipe where Thor's thumb had pressed the hardest.

Now Thor hauled him up to his feet, and the soft Ljossalfar-made tunic he wore began to rip as his brother shook him. Loki's head snapped back until his eyes focused on Thor's feral grin.  

"I should kill you, Lie-Smith," the elder prince snarled, and for a second, he was startled by the flash of eagerness in Loki's gaze.  "But I won't."  

His brother's disappointed visage brought the Thunder god's fist to his mouth, at the same time pummeling the Trickster backward to slam his shoulders into the throne before he was crumpled to the floor in front of it.  Slowly, Thor approached, fixed on the way Loki remained prone, staring up at the painted ceiling above him.

"Loki, why aren't you fighting back?  You could use your magic.  Why..."

But his words cut off before he could finish whatever new insult he was about to issue.  Thor was surprised to find fat tears rolling down Loki's cheeks until he was prompted to look at what gripped his brother with such a cruel hand that it wrenched such a rare response from the icy prince.  

"I thought letting you hurt me would help, Thor," Loki answered at last before wiping the blood from his bloody mouth. "I believed it might, at last, let me feel as if I'd been penitent long enough."  

Together, Thor and Loki stared up at the smiling visage of their mother.  The great Queen had loved them both equally in her own way, and Thor had, perhaps, never forgiven Loki for that, just as Loki had never forgiven him for the unequal love of their father.  Thor had thought Loki incapable of feeling this much regret and sadness over Frigga's death.  He parted his lips but not even breath would come.  

"But there is nothing but...emptiness where my heart once was.  Frigga took it with her to Valhalla...and it turned to ash in her hand before she could enter its gates."  

Thor reached a gentler hand toward Loki just as his brother dissolved into sobs that shook the ground of Asgard.  

[tarithenurse]

I see you - Ch. 7

Pairing: still promised Heimdal x fem!reader Warnings: fluff and pining. Little bit of tension. Then some fluff and pining. A/N: I guess I’m a sucker for slow burns ;)

Ch. 7 – Unwritten

At first, things were happening in a fog, obscuring facts and swallowing memories. More than once, you were told, you had insisted that your sister must be told that you were alive, and just as often you’d be comforted by Heimdal or Frigga telling you that it was sorted, and all you should worry about was getting better.

You spend more time asleep than you first had expected. Of course, it will take a lot of energy for your body to recover, not to mention that the Asgardian healers aren’t stingy with the painkillers that make you drowsy, but there’s something else that you can’t quite identify to begin with, and whatever it is, it makes you drift off mid-conversation without much warning.

As a result, it has taken you and Heimdal to get through the recent events back home (when you finally heard that it was Loki behind the attacks and that he was awaiting sentence in a prison, you tried to get out of bed to go and tell him off and possibly punch him – for obvious reasons that didn’t work out), and learning about the Asgardian culture was turning into a multi-chapter saga of it’s own.

“No but wait!” You were protesting to Heimdal’s heritage. “So, you really do have just one mom?”

“Yes…” catching the way you tilt your head, he continues curiously, “is this not common in Midgard?”

Of course, there are various family constellations depending on culture and personal preferences, so two dads and a mom isn’t that strange. The reason it makes you hesitate has to do with the myths in which it’s claimed that the Bridge-Keeper should have no fathers at all but eleven mothers. Does it make sense? No. But neither does a rainbow bridge or an eight-legged horse. Meeting Heimdal’s eyes, you feel your cheeks heat and you try not to focus on the growing smile as you stammering attempt to explain. His deep, rolling laughter when you’ve finished is contagious. It sweeps you up and carries you along on a great sea of warm comfort where ships with doubt and shyness sink, leaving room for an unconcerned happiness even when you end up laughing too much and the pain returns with a vengeance, silencing you and stealing your breath away.

“I’m sorry, my lady –“

“[Y/N]!” You’re trying to get him to use your first name only, but he’s reluctant.

Smiling crookedly, the god nods. “[Y/N].” The way he pronounces it, makes it sound like it has a deeper, richer meaning. “I didn’t mean to hurt you by laughing,” he explains, “yet…that particular story was born as a prank by a pair of young, mischievous princes. They stole their father’s horse and went to Midgard, this would’ve been nigh a thousand of your years ago, and those that recognized them as who they were…” A flicker of sadness crosses the handsome face, distancing the golden eyes.

For a moment the only sounds are from the world outside the windows. Out there, the sun’s getting low and its radiant colours are reflected off the snow on the mountain tops. I wonder if I’ll get to see more of Asgard before they send me home? Squinting, you find where the last trees on the steep, jagged sides and where a ravine has cleared a broad path across the lower growths above the treeline.

Turning back, you find Heimdal still lost in memory with his large hands clasped loosely between the knees and the urge to reach out overwhelms you. Your hand is small as your fingers close gently around his, startling him at first before returning the gesture and allowing your thumb to rub gentle patterns around his knuckles.

…

“Father, I must say that I agree with both Heimdal and mother on this matter.”

Looking towards Thor, it strikes the Keeper of Bifrost that the young prince has still to smile since his return to Asgard. What does he have to smile about? True, the battle has been won, however he lost his brother in the symbolic sense in the process, and to the older brother Loki was as a close friend and trustworthy companion once. Someone who was always there. The reasonable and calmer of the two. Now the adopted relative sits in a cell, refusing to see anyone or acknowledge the relations formerly shared, while Thor has acquired a wisdom vastly superior to the boy that he was a few years ago.

“You would grant her haven? For how long, my son?” Despite the kind moniker, Odin’s voice is cold, carrying the disinterest in the Midgardians whom he thinks of as lesser. “Until she’s well enough to be moved or maybe until she has healed completely? She will be a burden to us although we carry no responsibility for her or her realm.”

“Loki’s our responsibility, whether you want it or not.” Sighing deeply, there’s no challenge or anger in Thor. “The people of Midgard have been thrust into an infinitely larger reality than they were prepared for. They are frightened…lost. Without guidance, they will stumble and fall in their foolish naivety unless we show them a better way than they would choose on their own. Father, if we do not grant this girl the same honours as we would a hero, then we are no better than they are, and we do not deserve Midgard’s respect.”

Although Frigga doesn’t say a word, the troublemaker who has brought the foreigner in question to the Asgard can sense the queens pride and excitement at the direction the discussion is moving. A twinkle of a smile is in her eye even as she looks down to hide it, and it causes Heimdal to feel as though they are two children smirking over a well-played prank that a parent is defending, just as it had been once.

“Fine!” Tossing his hands in the air, Odin finally gives in. “She can stay for now and we will take up the matter once she has recovered.” A clear blue eye bores into a pair of amber. “I hold you responsible for her and any action of hers while she’s here. You will not return to your duties before she’s gone! Your only task is to make sure she stays out of trouble.”

Bowing deeply, Heimdal radiates calm. “Yes, your highness.”

…

The day arrives where you can move your feet and the good arm without paling from the agony. That’s the day where you ask what is going to happen, when you will be told to leave. Valhalla isn’t your home, as Odin so clearly had pointed out, and you know that you’re going to have to face the facts and leave even if you don’t really want to.

Frigga and a few healers are fluffing the pillows and adding more to guarantee enough support to sit up against them after they’ve helped wash and turn you to prevent bed sores.

“Queen Frigga,” you begin nervously, fiddling with the clean linen, “I’m very, very grateful for the kindness you’ve all shown me…for saving my life…”

When you don’t continue right away, she sinks down on the edge of the bed and takes your hands. “You can speak openly. Don’t worry, dear child.”

“I know, I’m not supposed to be here…what I mean to say is,” watching her slender hands rest effortlessly on the fur calms you enough to finish, “when will I have to leave?”

Don’t I want to leave? New York is your home. The first place you’ve felt free and safe after leaving your then-boyfriend. So what, if you’d only been there a few months, there were people you cared about and who, hopefully, cared about you. Like your new colleagues. And the old widower that always had his little folding chair out and sat by the corner to watch people walk by. The curious kid next door. Too often you wonder how they’re doing, until you remind yourself that there neither was nor is anything you can do about them right now, and that their lives will go on easily. Afterall…it was just three months since you moved to the city.

“If you wish, then we can bring you back to Midgard now…” the queen admits, “however, you’re welcome to stay as long as needed for your recovery.”

The smile on your face is not simply from the light feeling after a worry has been lifted of your shoulders, rather it’s from a warm glow within you at the thought of getting to spend more time with – Oh! Stop it! Scolding yourself doesn’t erase the visage in your mind of a man with eyes like liquid gold and skin the vibrant richness as mother earth would have.

“I trust you have found good company, but don’t hesitate to ask for anything.”

The slight smirk and playful glimmer in her eyes makes you suspect that she knows more than she says openly, which shouldn’t surprise you as that is exactly what the myths you used to read had said.

But what’s real and what’s just stories?

There’s so much still to figure out.