#marvel forget me not

[satin-polar]

This is My

Superhero Mount Rushmore

[groboart]

THEYRE GAYYYYYYYY I DONT CARE !!!!! IIIII DONT CAREEEEEEE

[wwillywonka]

☆GET TO KNOW ME♡: [11/?] Favorite Characters

LOKI - Marvel Cinematic Universe (2011-2023)

- I don't enjoy hurting people. I... I don't enjoy it. I do it because I have to- because I've had to. -Okay, explain that to me. -Because it's part of the illusion. It's the cruel, elaborate trick conjured by the weak to inspire fear. -A desperate play for control. You do know yourself. -A villain. -That's not how I see it.

[jeridandridge]

Agathario New Year’s Day media post

[daydreamgoddess14]

The Reading Rooms

Inspired by some other gorgeous individuals, I thought I'd try and compile some of my weekly reading into some kind of list. Since throwing myself into the Marvel fandom and actually writing for these characters rather than just reading, I've followed - and been followed by (cue fangirl shriek) - some epic blogs, and I want to be able to throw as many new readers and followers their way as I can.

Always remember to heed the warnings posted by the individual authors. What I'm happy to read may not be what you're happy to read, so I take no responsibility if you find something you're not into.

And finally, Tumblr is a community. Reblog, gush like you've never gushed before - I promise you, the authors below will love it, and love you for it! We write because we love to, but we share our work because we love the community of it. If you read something you like, let the world know! 💕

The List

Lessons in Love-Making by @artficlly. I've only read the first chapter so far, but this already has me totally hooked! Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Not a Fairy Tale Kiss (no names for this exist) by @azriona . This is the very definition of EPIC. A staggering word count, an absolute feat of storytelling. I've barely scratched the surface of this so far, but I'm loving every second. Posted on AO3, so head over there for your fix! Bucky Barnes x Reader.

@mrs-elsie-barnes , the writer that you are! I have a whole heap of recommendations here. First up, Policy & Procedure - if you like your Bucky Congressman shaped, this Bucky Barnes x Reader fic has your name on it. Then we have the little (slightly spoilery) Thunderbolts* drabble - Home Time - Bucky Barnes x Reader. Finally, we have the super hot - I've got to let you know (I need you tonight) featuring Joaquin Torres x Reader.

The 2k Drabble Challenge by @marvelstoriesepic is bananas. The dedication, the range, the heartbreak, and longing... ugh, these are all incredible, but my personal highlights are Misfire, Where We Were When The Stars Came Out, What the Mirror Doesn't Say & Tattoo Me In Flowers. Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Put Your Hands In Mine by @buck-star is so moving and vitally important. I loved it so much. Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Oil & Water by @flowersforbucky was so insanely hot it had me squealing. It is literally perfect if you would like to sit on that man's face. Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Charm and Claim by @ramp-it-up were both so excellent and super hot! Bucky Barnes x Reader.

@aquaticmercy is a genius and the writing is impeccable and when I tell you I RUN to every post... I've so much to catch up on, but Interstate Love Song was gorgeous. Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Let Me Hurt a Little Longer by @daxisyzz was so good! I loved the slightly manipulative POV, who wouldn't want Bucky's hands on them?! Bucky Barnes x Reader.

The Dog Tags series by @marvelwitchergilmore is brilliant! Part 1 is linked, be sure to check out the rest, and what a masterlist to get stuck into - especially for my Slow Horses babes because there's some River Cartwright in there, too! (cc. @cillmequick @dreamer-98 @annaelizabethhenry1 @liquid-confidenc3 💕)

Then we have @navybrat817 , who is pure genius and her post Thunderbolts* fic Not Exactly A Secret. Navy's setting up a Tower Shenanigans list, so expect more from the Thunderbolts*. As well as this, I read the excellent Late Night and Late Night Recap. Bucky Barnes x Reader.

I came across @jobean12-blog 's This Is Love this week, an oldie but a very goodie! Bucky Barnes x Reader.

If you haven't read Security Clearance by @societyfolklore yet, why?! This was soooo hot! Bucky Barnes x Reader.

And lastly, I'm sharing this little New Dad Bucky Headcannon by @sunday-bug , and lemme tell ya, it will not be the last thing I share of Sunny's! I can't wait to get stuck into her Masterlist because it's going to take over my life in the best possible way!

This covers everything I've read this week 🙌

God, I hope the links all work cos that took forever 🤣. Apologies for sharing via my own slightly unhinged reblogs. Next time, I'll try and make sure I share original links where possible!

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pressing post and hoping all the tags work 🫡

[erinwantstowrite]

every time i start panicking about the small details (like how i don't know near as much marvel lore as i do DC, etc) i remind myself that LoF wasn't supposed to get super popular and im just having fun and practicing writing for my own books and suddenly that anxiety goes away. like it's not gonna be perfect and it was born out of me and my friend being goofy

[ghostlylulla-by]

was rereading my favourite gender-affirming comic and had to draw her :)

don't tag as Lady Loki my genderfluid soul can't take that

[garlicsunshine]

fandom elders: okay class, lets review the homework. please take out your old man yaoi. anime why dont you go first.

anime: spreads a slew of kakashi pairings across the desk.

fandom *hiding dissapointment*: okayyy, sure, yeah. *mumbling under their breath* so a barely 30yo man...

marvel: here *slaps poolverine and stucky down on the desk*

fandom: alright middle aged, better, better.

marvel: technically wolverine and steve--

fandom: if you dont draw then to look 200 years old it doesnt count.

xmen: 😈

fandom: yes. yessss

xmen *throws cherik art in the air*: patrick stewart and ian mckellen!

fandom: YESSSSS!!!!!!!

[howtheworldcouldb]

Trying to navigate any Marvel-related tag on AO3 without bumping into a thousand “Tony has done nothing wrong ever and look at how miserable Evil Steve is” is a nightmare and I hate it here

[maplesnmulberries]

“...You want to watch a movie during dinner tonight? Your pick,” Tony offered as he watched Peter work on the latest webshooter.

“Maybe,” Peter replied neutrally. “Is it Thursday?” Group movie night in the tower’s theatre. Peter had reluctantly been attending, the past two weeks–neither had gone well, considering the group almost always ended up arguing more than watching.

“Nope. Tuesday. Just you and me, the couch, and some pad thai.” Tony said, bringing up a holoscreen to pre-order the food. He slid it in front of Peter to type in his order, which the kid did with a sheepish expression. He always got a lot less than he could actually pack in. Tony tripled it, and added his own order to the cart.

“I guess that’d be fine. Thanks, dad–” Peter’s voice had cracked and cut off as he said it. “-Mr. Stark,” he corrected himself quickly. His head whipped around to look at Tony with wide eyes.

Tony stared back at him, eyes just as wide, and an awkward silence settled over them.

“Well. Uh,” Tony cleared his throat. “...Sure. Better let you. Get back to it,” he nodded. “I’ll see you at dinner, Underoos.”

Peter could have been wearing the mask, for how red his face was. He nodded frantically as he went back to the webshooter.

Tony left the room. He couldn’t help the small smile breaking over his face.

“Friday?”

“Yes, boss?”

“Order the kid’s Christmas list early.”

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chapter 6 of please don't forget me again coming out soon!!! guys i can't stop WRITING i just published this fic 5 days ago and its already close to 20k words not including this chapter, HELLO???

[an--inconvenience]

I am not a 'fan of the mcu', I'm a fan of the version of the mcu that I carefully crafted in my brain while lying awake at night wondering what the mcu would've been like if the writers gave a shit. Common misconception

[one-blaze-of--glory]

the struggle when you want to go "finally! a story that focuses on friendship over romance!" but then you start shipping them. I'm sorry aro nation (I'm aro) i do like the idea of stories focused on friendship but sometimes the chemistry is just stronger than intended

[unstablequeerbitch]

X-men Evolution Wanda is more comic accurate in her heritage and powers than MCU Wanda. In this essay I will prove why X-men Evolution Wanda is better in every way…

[ich-theosaurus]

this scene lives in my mind rent free because you can tell so clearly kraglin is uncomfortable, which, why wouldn’t he be when his people are under threat of total extermination?

yondu’s trinket obsession isn’t exactly helping, he’s just waiting to get back on the ship.

then yondu immediately goes into mocking the broker, clearly because he doesn’t give two shits about the man’s explanation, but…

my god. he was trying to cheer kraglin up. he knew it would suck being there and knew exactly what made him laugh and forget about The Horrors for a little bit.

[royaltea000]

I like the human actors a lot too! (I say as if the actors weren’t initially human)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Forget-Me-Not 7

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Loki

Summary: You return to your childhood home to put the past to rest.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

“It’s unfair, they should not say those things, I know. I’m sorry,” Loki’s voice undercuts your heaving sobs. He pats the back of your head, petting it as he hugs you against his chest. 

In that moment, you are not alone. You have a friend. You have someone to hold you. Something your mother never did. No, she only ever sent you in to face those grimy hands and that sour breath. 

He leans until he’s laying down, taking you with him. He caresses your temple and the shell of your ear. Your breaths mellow and your tears dry up. You lay in the hangover of your grief. All that you’ve held in for the last two years... 

Then you’re flat on you’re back. You don’t know how it happened. Or why. Or so quickly. 

You fight him. You get free for a moment but not for long. He crashes into you as you reach the rivers end. Then he pins you in the door. He’s on you. He’s writhing and thrusting. Each time you try to inhale, he pushes your face into the water. 

You can’t breath, you can’t think, you can’t feel. No. Don’t do anything but survive. 

You wheeze as the belt tightens around your neck, your head lolling over the leather. The metal of Loki’s zipper bites into you as he bends and reaches beneath you. He stretches his hand across your pelvis and lifts you. He curls his fingers long your folds, using his middle one to roll your clit. 

You shudder as he snickers over your crown. You tense and grasp at the leather around your throat. Your eyes bulges and your skull throbs. A speckle of black creeps into the edge of your vision. 

“You can pretend. You can lie, but I feel how you’ve missed me, darling,” he nuzzles the back of your head as he delvers further back and prods around your entrance. He dips inside, rocking his hand as his hips tilt in anticipation. “You think of me. At night when you are alone. Because who else would have you?” 

You cough as your eyes flutter. You could laugh. He has always been good at telling on himself. 

He shifts and wiggles his hips. He snags his tip between his knuckles and leans into you. He spreads his fingers inside of you and pushes in between them. You whine at how he stretches you. It burns like acid, just like that day at the river. 

Twenty years and Hammer Ford is just the same. He is too. They all are but you changed. You’re not afraid. You’re not weak. You will make it through just like you always. Now that, that’s the only thing that’s the same about you. 

He inches into you. Your body wracks as you gurgle. Your hand slips to the floor. Your head is pulsing, your body too. He slides in to his limit and sighs. He brings his head next to yours and nips at your ear. He hums. 

“Mmm, you feel just as good as I remember,” he purrs. 

He rears back and thrusts back in. Your back arches as your head hangs forward. Your breath whistles in your throat. 

He huffs against you, pumping harder, deeper, flattening you to the floor as he winds the belt tighter around his hand. He drags his fingers back to your clit. You croak as you’re trapped and prone beneath him. 

He puts his knees between yours and spreads your legs wide. He fucks you into the cold floor. Your eyes roll back and blurs into the void. Even as you drift toward unconsciousness, you feel him. He tears you up from within. 

“Is this how they have you, hm? On your mother’s couch? You whore,” Loki taunts as water floods your nose. You hack as he lifts your head again. “Mm, do you beg them to keep going or to finish?” 

He cackles and shoves your head back down. The noise of slapping flesh drowns out the gentle trickle of the river. The twigs jab into your legs and stomach. Your insides burn and your ears ring. 

Your eyes roll open. The pressure of the belt is slack, the tail of it across the floor. Loki’s long fingers are splayed as he holds himself above you. Your cheek rests on the floor as he pants and pumps. He drags in and out of you with long strokes. 

You stare at the wall. Just like you did all those years before. With all those monsters.  

He trembles and groans. You feel him getting close. You hate how you can tell.  

He ruts faster. Your hips smash into the floor as his pace turns frantic. At least it will be over. But what then? You can’t run off into the trees. You can’t go home to the woman who made you into this. 

He grunts and spasms. He slows as he shakily thrusts in and out. That’s different than before. You remember the warm he sprayed onto your thigh. No, he cums deep inside you. He holds himself there and lays his weight onto you. 

His breath is shallow as he goes limp and his head hangs next to yours. He tickles your side and wiggles his pelvis. You groan and wince. 

“Darling, know that you will not be rid of me so easy this time,” he rasps. 

You lay in silence as his words creep into your mind. You toy them, peel them apart, and your eyes go wide. Your heartbeat hitches as your eyes sting. No... 

“You will always have a part of me to call your own,” he brushes up and down your hip. “And I will watch it grow inside of you.” 

You shake and close your eyes, “you’re sick--” 

“Well, I was going to let you go back to that sad life you built but then you had to keep talking,” he snarls and tilts his hips. You whimper. “But darling, you should be thanking me. I am scraping scum such as yourself from the river and making you into something more.” 

“Get off,” you push on the floor as you try to free yourself. “Get--” your voice scrapes in your tormented throat. “Get off!” 

“Oh no, we have to be sure,” he rocks into you slowly and hooks his arm around your neck, pulling your head up. He presses his lips to your cheek and hums. “It never takes on the first try.”