#Marvel Lima

[themarvelproject]

Aurora by Laércio Lima (2015) in a fantastic homage to John Byrne's style during his definitive run on Alpha Flight (1984)

[batcavescolony]

Reading comics is showing someone a great scene from an amazing comic but having to say 'ok I know it doesn't look like it BUT I promise you they don't usually look like that, ignore the art.'

[straytheskies]

"We've talked about this. Be kind to yourself. Hang in there."

[slytherinchillvius]

Could you imagine if the boys did photoshoots as Disney, Superheroes and tv show characters? (Btw these pictures aren't mine).

P.S. Most of these pictures are wallpapers for your desktop but Idk about the last one.

Hogwarts/their Hogwarts houses

Disney Princes 🤴 🫅

Star Wars

Marvel/Avengers

Teen Wolf 🐺

Stranger Things

Squid Game 🦑

The Vampire Diaries 📔 🧛 🧛‍♂️ 🧛‍♀️

The Maze Runner 🏃‍♂️

ELITE

Grey's Anatomy

F.R.I.E.N.D.S

The Big Bang Theory ❗️

The Outsiders

[artphotographyofmen]

Gambit by Daiany Lima

[kevinfeiges]

Floriana Lima as Krista Dumont THE PUNISHER SEASON 2 (2019), created by Steve Lightfoot

[scarletwitchpanels]

Scarlet Witch, Wolverine, & Psylocke by Gardenio Lima

[illyanarasputinfan]

Artist Spotlight - Gardenio Lima

[a-bluedream-posts]

Black cat by Franklima

[nevenkebla]

Ojalá hubiera otra manera

Ultimate FF (2014) #5 Joshua Hale Fialkov (Escritor), Andre Lima Araujo (Dibujante)

— Susan Storm: Sal, Reed. Sé que estás aquí. — Reed Richards: No estoy escondido. Estoy trabajando. — Susan Storm: ¿Puedes hacer el favor de parecer normal? Por favor. — Reed Richards: Lo siento, yo… estaba solo. Esto es más práctico. Así. ¿Mejor? — Susan Storm: Sí. Tienes que saber una cosa. Cuando cruzaste a ese otro universo, el universo de origen de Galactus… — Reed Richards: Fue maravilloso, Sue. Éramos increíbles. Y éramos felices. Como nuestros hijos. — Susan Storm: ¿Cómo sabes?

— Reed Richards: Lo sé porque no he pensado en otra cosa desde entonces. Los errores que cometimos, el camino que recorrí para estar contigo… qué equivocado estaba. — Susan Storm: Retrocede, Reed. — Reed Richards: Sue, por favor, no voy a hacerte daño. No podría aunque quisiera. — Susan Storm: No somos esas personas. Nos parecemos a ellos, hablamos como ellos… pero ellos no son nosotros. De verdad. Ojalá lo fueran, porque ellos podrían resolver esto. — Reed Richards: No puedes pensar así, Sue. Eres… eres increíble. Deberías ser Miss Fantástica. La señora Fantástica. — Susan Storm: Lo siento, Reed. — Reed Richards: No, Sue… yo lo siento. Las cosas que hice. Que seas capaz incluso de mirarme… — Susan Storm: No… lo que siento es esto. — Reed Richards: Sue… ¿Qué estás haciendo?

— Susan Storm: Cirugía. Necesito algo tuyo, y necesito que los dos seamos muy valientes. Vamos a hacer algo terrible, pero vamos a hacerlo para salvar el mundo. — Reed Richards: No… ¿Qué estás…? — Susan Storm: Ojalá hubiera otra manera. Voy a bloquear tus receptores de dolor, y puedo dormirte si quieres, pero no tengo alternativa. Tengo que hacerlo, Reed. — Reed Richards: ¡Por favor! ¡Para! ¡NOO!

[vnbifolio]

eclipse; cover por bea

› feito para o marvelzone, [18/12/23]

[solskrikja1989]

So, I ran through the fire, and I held out my hand I’m not here to save you I don’t have a plan - Vincent Lima

Reprieve - Solskrikja_thyri_1989 - Marvel Cinematic Universe [Archive of Our Own]

VALCAROL post-endgame

This is a short one, so I'll post it below as well as on AO3. Written for Made by Marvel week 6: Wet hair and turned out a little more poetic than I originally expected. I've never posted a story to Tumblr before and it's very strange to me, lol. But there's a first time for everything.

Enjoy :)

@made-by-marvel-prompts

Reprieve: Carol Danvers/ Brunnhilde | Valkyrie

Rated T: Immediately post- Endgame

700 words

The ache didn't tear into her soul, when the world turned to ash and the enemy disintegrated. The dust filtered through her lungs and shredded Carol's heart as she expected it to. In the darkness, there was a shimmer of light... a brief moment where her chest slowly expanded instead of heaving, not quite peace but not quite dread. The monster was gone, the battle had been won, and the emptiness, though prevalent and old, wasn't quite as paralyzing. 

"Let's go home," Val whispered into the silence: an order, a demand. Her hand brushed against Carol's as those left behind gathered, and Carol closed her eyes.

She let the blood trickle down her temple as violently as it pleased.

"Let's go home."

***

There was something inherently beautiful about water.

It wasn't always calm. It didn't play favorites. It came and it went in a whirlwind of forms, destroying and healing without moral, and when it fell from Carol's fingers in tiny streams, her mind went quiet.

The storm ceased its thrashing.

She gazed at the drain stopped halfway with hair. The puddles grew into a river and a flash of cold rushed over her skin. The shower door opened, then closed. Brunnhilde didn't say anything... there was nothing to be said, but her presence was enough, made real by the warmth of her body; close yet separating itself from Carol's while the water ran. 

Her eyes weren't asking, either.

No question left her lips or her hands or her skin, and Carol didn't answer. She reached for the shampoo. Her fingers snagged on the pump, liquid dropping to the tile in spatters of bubbles. It was a mess, the shower was. But Brunnhilde turned. And then they touched-- raw hand to head, the steam building from the heat of Asgardian plumbing.

There were tangles, of course. Which Carol ignored until the conditioner, and even then, she struggled to loosen them.

It hurt.

It always did, but Val didn't flinch or hiss at the tugging and unwinding of roughened curls. She stayed silent, chin to throat while her body swayed to the muted sounds of rain until the last knot was unwound.

The conditioner was left to set.

And Carol turned in kind. 

Val's hands weren't as careful. They shook as they threaded soap into blood. The blue melted down Carol's neck and into the stream that was slowly filling to a lake, leaving her toes hot and her thighs cold. And Val shook, and she shook until the quivering was an Earthquake threatening to collapse the walls they'd so carefully built. Carol didn't try to stop it.

She let the destruction happen. Invited it in.

It was inevitable.

Necessary... 

As the memories soaked into the gulf at her feet, swallowing her whole, Carol's eyes glassed over.

Thanos. Monica. Maria. Tony.

Steve. Nat.

Death and more death. The steam overtook her, and the sickness inside her grew. It grew and it spread until Val's lips broke with a cry that mirrored her own and when the walls crushed the ground beneath them in a disastrous wave, their arms collided.

Not salvation. Not acceptance.

Nothing could heal this grief-- this foundation that was so gaping and exposed that chilled white was practically screaming between gushing wounds-- but they held each other all the same.

Clutching with promise.

"I'm so tired."

"I know."

"I've got you."

"I know."

Lips to foreheads and palms to spines. Carol rested her chin atop Val's curls, and the ocean swelled with vigorous foam as two beings refused to let go. It wasn't enough to bring them peace... sobbing and hugging would never heal the scars of loss or comfort the emptiness of a change so painfully unwanted.

But there, pressed tight against Val's shivering body and breathing soul. With plain soap on her tongue and water in both of their eyes,

Carol buried her fingers into Brunnhilde's hair, held her close 

and knew she was not alone.

~

So, I ran through the fire, and I held out my hand I’m not here to save you I don’t have a plan You see, love isn’t rescue, it's someone to lose My feet burn but dear Now I’m in this with you

~

[mylifeisinfected]

"I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo" Rocket Racoon / Digital Illustration @huiontablet

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[moonlight-ee]

BELLA HADID

[viaov]

Gardenio Lima, Princess Leia

[tethrarisms]

Can we just appreciate the bond between Victor and his best pal Doombot?

Avengers A.I. (2013)

W: Sam Humphries A: André Lima Araújo