#*bats eyelashes*

[guppygiggles]

This is becoming a trend, now… eheh.

The name he chose is Damon Faraday!

[le-fandom-prince]

Loki...that is all

[brightfemurz]

If i changed my entire online presence to Brighton instead of Mint would y'all still fw me

[yorufi]

hi hello

cw for these are just nudity tbh

[lotusishere]

Does anyone want to be my cognate? Or chaotic partner in crime? :DDDD

[funkyman66]

dolph laserhawk they could never make me hate you bbg

[cosmic0artist]

Preview of the first chapter of act IV of Find Me When It’s Over

I’ve been in a rlly hard spot creatively and I hate everything I make so if ppl cld drop nice comments I wld love that

I’m having such a hard time writing for this act and it’s killing me a little bit T^T

———

The battlefield is a maelstrom of chaos and death.

Sigyn clutches her scythe tightly in her hands as she watches from the edge of the fray. Her magic hums faintly under her skin, but her reserves are nearly depleted from the relentless onslaught of Outriders and the Black Order. She stands amidst the carnage, her vision blurring with sweat and tears as she surveys the ruins of Wakanda’s once-pristine landscape.

Thor’s roar cuts through the din like a beacon. Her heart lurches as she spots him through the thick haze of smoke and ash. He stands tall amidst the chaos, Stormbreaker crackling with power in his hands, lightning surging in furious arcs around him. His eye burns with every bit of grief and vengeance she herself feels as he stares down the titan who has brought death to every corner of the universe.

Sigyn’s breath catches as she sees Thanos, the Infinity Gauntlet gleaming on his massive hand, its stones pulsing with unearthly light. His presence is oppressive, a force of inevitability. She can feel the weight of his power pressing against her, suffocating.

She watches as Thor takes aim, his hands steady despite the raw rage pouring from his every movement. Stormbreaker gleams in the muted light, and for a moment, Sigyn dares to hope.

Thor hurls the axe with a deadly precision, his bellow shaking the earth itself. The weapon sails through the air, slamming into the Titan’s chest, burying itself deep into flesh. The force of the strike sends a shockwave rippling across the battlefield, momentarily silencing the chaos. Thanos’s face contorts with pain, and for an agonizing heartbeat, the world holds its breath.

Thor lands in front of him, his eye blazing as he steps closer, pressing on the butt of his ace to drive it in deeper. “I told you,” he growls, his voice low and venomous, “you’d die for that.” Sigyn grips her scythe tighter, her heart pounding. It’s over, she thinks, her knees nearly buckling with relief. It has to be over.

Thanos raises his head. His lips pull back in a twisted smile, blood staining his teeth in a truly unsettling display. He begins to speak, though the words are too quiet for her to make out, too raspy with the effort it takes for him to speak. “You should have gone for the head,” he rasps, his voice mocking despite the agony lacing it.

Sigyn’s stomach drops. Time seems to slow as she sees Thanos lift his hand, the gauntlet glowing with ominous energy, infinite power. She knows what’s coming. She sees the way Thor freezes, realization dawning too late, and she feels her own body move before her mind can catch up.

Sigyn’s magic surges through her, burning with the intensity of her desperation. She blinks, and the battlefield disappears for a fraction of a second as she teleports. She appears just behind Thanos, eyes lit with golden fury, her scythe raised high and its blade shimmering with a deadly gleam.

Thanos’s fingers twitch, but before he can snap, Sigyn’s scythe swings down in a brutal arc. The blade cleaves through his neck with a sickening sound, cutting through flesh and bone like butter as she brings it down upon him. His head falls, rolling to the bloodied ground, and his massive body crumples, the gauntlet falling limp beside him.

The battlefield is silent.

Sigyn stands over Thanos’s corpse, her chest heaving, her scythe still dripping with his blood. The rage and magic that fueled her evaporate all at once, leaving her trembling with exhaustion. She stares at the body, her lip curling in disgust. His hand that was once poised to snap lay open and limp on the ground.

The silence stretches, broken only by the crackling of distant flames. Around her, the Avengers and Wakandan forces stand frozen, their faces holding varying degrees of shock and disbelief.

Thor remains silent as well, his eye wide as he stares at Thanos’s lifeless form. His gaze flickers to Sigyn, who hasn’t moved, her shoulders rising and falling with every ragged breath. “Thor,” she says, her voice hoarse but cutting, her eyes never leaving the Titan’s corpse. “Next time, make your quips after the bastard is dead.”

Thor blinks, and he looks just as hollowed out and numb as she is. Dumbfounded. “Noted,” he says, his voice breaking.

Sigyn finally looks away, her eyes instead finding the ring upon her finger, a golden coiled around the digit. She remembers the look on Loki’s eyes when he conjured it for her, the soft, resigned expression as he slid it onto her finger.

I thought I would have more time.

She exhales shakily, lowering her scythe as she takes a small, unsteady step forward. “It’s over,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. She realizes belatedly that there are tears falling down her cheeks, only noticing when the wind picks up and she feels the coolness on her face. “It’s over.”

Sigyn’s shoulders begin to shake. At first, it’s subtle—just a slight tremor. Then the first sob breaks free, guttural and raw, and she crumples forward. The scythe trembles in her hands as she raises it high and brings it down on Thanos’s corpse with a cry that splits the air.

The blade sinks into his chest with a wet crunch.

And again.

And again.

Again, again, again—

Her screams grow wilder, incoherent, as she hacks at him with all the strength she has left. Blood spatters her face, her hands, and the tatters of her armor.

She doesn’t notice that Thor has moved until his arms wrap around her from behind, pulling her back. “Sigyn, stop!” He shouts, though his voice sounds like it’s trying to reach her through running water.

She thrashes against him, her sobs wracking her body. She screams, her voice cracking as she struggles against his grip, hitting him with the butt of her scythe. He doesn’t release her.

Instead, Thor tightens his hold, his breath shuddering against her hair. “I know,” he murmurs, his voice breaking. “I know, Sigyn. But he’s gone. He’s gone.

Her strength gives out. The scythe slips from her fingers, clattering to the blood-soaked ground. She collapses into Thor’s arms, her sobs quieting into weak, broken cries. He holds her tightly, his face buried in her shoulder as they sink to the ground together.

He’s gone.

And so is Loki.

[cryptidwrestling]

So Damian if you could come out and help whip Finn's ass that would be great

[citruslullabies]

I'm still not used to writing for Cooper, so any constructive criticism is welcome!!

Trigger warnings: none

Romantic/platonic?: romantic

Requested by: no one!! Just a fun lil thing

Category: heavy fluff

Ship (romantic or platonic): prewar!Cooper Howard x reader

Word count: 1000

He's a Doll

The apartment had been so quiet, so calm and peaceful. It was almost suspicious just how calm it had been.

It was a nice saturday evening and you were home alone while your spouse was out doing odd jobs, sipping on a cup of tea while reading an article about the war. It was always a topic your partner avoided but you found it interesting, always keeping up to date on the new information coming out.

Cooper Howard, while at one point a well known and beloved actor, had fallen back into the bottom after his divorce with Barbara. A woman you had never met - nor cared to. You honestly were about to give up on the dating game since you were getting older, and age certainly wasn't kind to anyone. You were a 36 year old woman who already had bad back problems and creaky knees, who would want that??

But he did. You both had met when out grocery shopping, with you trying to reach something on the second to highest shelf and trying to regrettably monkey climb and remembering your age in the process.. when all the sudden hearing a chuckle from behind you. And there he was, a very exhausted looking Cooper Howard chuckling at your dispense before helping you out.

The both of you had met when his divorce was still being finalized and custody as well, it seemed like everything was going south for Coop until he fortunately went down the right aisle at the right time. He couldn't even remember how it happened, meeting and then talking and it somehow took off from there. You'd be lying if you said you understood how it happened either.

The radio was playing in the background of the calm little apartment, legs tucked into your side as the hot cup pressed against your lips and a soothing sweet liquid spilled down your throat. With a smile, you continued to read while humming along to the radio station.

“Everyone tells me he's no good

He doesn't love me like he should

I would forget him if I only could

He's a demon, he's a devil, he's a doll”

The lyrics rung out of the little box, causing you to hum along to the beat and drift off into your own little world inside of your head. The song oddly enough reminded you of Cooper, well, besides the whole cheating aspect.. the lyrics were so sweet and reminded you of the sweet devil you fell in love with.

“That man can look me in the eye

And tell the biggest, sweetest lie

And I forget the lipstick on his tie

He's a demon, he's a devil, he's a doll

Sometimes I make up my mind

That I'll stop being so blind

And tell him off real bad

But then he turns on those charms, and there I am in his arms

And I forget why I'm mad”

A soft sigh escaped your lips as you continued to listen, while the song wasn't necessarily about a good relationship it reminded you of yours in a good way. You and Cooper have fought, but he always somehow manages to calm you down before you blow your top off.

The door opened and Cooper was greeted with the sound of music and your humming, which was a pleasant surprise. He closed the door behind him and put his keys up, looking at you in the living room completely off into your own world.. a devious idea sparks in his head.

Quietly, he walked up behind the couch and leaned over just enough to be hovering. He stopped and admired you for a few moments.. the way you seemed so relaxed and at peace, despite that god forsaken news report on the nuclear fallout and war being in your hands. He chuckled quietly and then grabbed your shoulders abruptly earning a startled yelp and a quick swat to the arm.

“No need to get your panties in a twist darlin, ‘m sorry.” The southern cowboy said with a laugh as he saw your irritated gaze, his pearly whites on full display as his eyes were crinkled up. Oh you couldn't stay mad at him no matter how hard you tried.

Your gaze softened in almost an instant when seeing how joyous his face appeared, rolling your eyes playfully as you folded up the newspaper and tucked it into your arm. He smiled when he felt a delicate hand on his cheek from the one he adored, chuckling and placing his larger and rougher head atop your smaller and softer hand. Your hands had callouses, but they were like buttermilk compared to his sandpapered skin. He leaned down and captured your lips with his own, hands sliding down to your hip dips and squeezing softly.

With a content hum, he snaked one hand over to that pesky paper you had rolled up and took it away from you while you were distracted. He was glad to see you after a long day of work, your lips tasting like sweet sun tea with a bit too much sugar but he still accepted the flavor on his tongue happily since it was you. You pulled away and smiled at him, before pressing your cheek against the cushion.

“Well, I'll just accept it as a heads-up that you're sleeping on the couch tonight.” You chuckled as he gave you a fake offended look. He nuzzled his nose against yours with a chuckle, before pouting. “Oh sugar cube, you're so cruel to a poor cowboy down on his luck.”

You both stayed like that for a while, just adoring each other with playful jabs.. the music continuing to be sweet as it filled the room and danced around the both of you.

“He's a palooka, he's a brute

He drives me crazy but he's cute

Why do I love a guy I ought to shoot?

He is a demon, he is a devil, he is a doll~”

I'm working on requests!! Thanks for reading

[riverdrowning]

holdovers movie night on discord… over the winter break…. when it’s all snowy out……..

[dappersautismcreature]

:| please no more complaining about raccoon dirty tactics, the only way they won a round was with surprise because they are DOWN A PLAYER AND GOING AGAINST THE TOP TWO TEAMS FROM LAST EVENT INCLUDING GREEN PANDAS WHICH IS SLIGHTLY UNBALANCED

[marblekibby]

drawings I did on whiteboard fox today

my hands hurt.

[agarbagebagofhumanteeth]

Thank you to @aranov for tagging me in the Steal Something From My Room game!

I tag @fishdavidson, @hadescavedish, @kkoraki, @mattamizer, and @spewagepipe!

[moonlight-alphafemale]

He definitely bats his eyes flirtatiously

[pseudosis]

https://www.tumblr.com/pseudosis/745131218494963712/literally-screaming-rn-i-dont-know-how-to-acthi

this was so cute :) hi

you saw the post omg omg, ive been a long time fan of your page and literally got inspired to get back into writing because you over the summer. AND NOW YOU’RE HERE. 🥹🥹

[kandidandi]

Hey kandi, what do you call a bird without a dad?

sad