jademage13

jademage13

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any pronouns, current muses: Pietro Maximoff (comics or mcu), Bucky Barnes (comics or mcu), Loki Laufeyson (comics or mcu) but if there's anything else you'd like to do just ask :) enjoys gothic literature, lotsa books, Avengers uwu, literally ideK -- Also a shameless shipper of FrostIron, HawkSilver, and Stucky

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jademage13·2 months agoText

stellophia:

ziyal:

you know what I like? how original flavor female Loki was often drawn as kind of a typical Sexy Comics Lady with a lot of cleavage but when modern Loki takes on a female form in Agent of Asgard she still looks like a skinny somewhat androgynous goth mess, which is honestly as it should be

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reblog if you think the norse god on the right is just as beautiful as the one on the left, et cetera

We stan Lady Loki in all her forms

I can’t not reblog this Lady Loki is the best thing in existence and I wish I could draw her more but my parents don’t like the idea of lady Loki and always wanna know what I’m drawing

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jademage13·2 months agoText

worstloki:

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abndnfjskskfndns aoa Loki is a blessed and cursed Loki

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jademage13·2 months agoText

Not to make you sad but,,, frostiron au:

- Imagine Loki and Tony – married, having adopted Peter. Loki is pregnant.
- For nine thrilling months Tony freaks out, thinking that he’s going to kill the child if Loki ever has to leave, and Loki takes every day to soothe Tony and teach him something new about being a father.
- A dark night, Loki wakes up in pain. She wakes Tony up and Tony gets Natasha, who kicks Tony out so she can deliver the baby.
- After hours and hours, Natasha comes out, looking exhausted and red-eyed, holding a bundle of blankets. Tony stands frantically, asking over and over what’s wrong, is the baby okay, is Loki okay.
- Natasha hands him the baby, who is blissfully asleep and a shade of pale-blue with faint Jotun marks. “The baby’s healthy.”
- And Tony sees it in her eyes, knows before she says it. “Loki… didn’t make it.” Tony whirls into the room, his hands shaking and eyes blurring with tears.
- His husband (for Loki is male now) is lying on the bed. Dead. Behind him, softly, Natasha asks, “What are you going to name her?”
- “Amelia Loki,” Tony says immediately, still in shock. Loki had liked the name Amelia.
- Peter takes it hard, but he takes to Amelia just like a big brother. Tony starts sleeping less and earing less, missing Loki and worried about how he’s going to be a single parent. Until one night, when he actually sleeps, and he has a dream with Loki in it, who hugs him and murmurs, “Don’t forget to take care of yourself for me, okay?” It’s less of a problem after that.
- Tony fills every hall of Stark tower with pictures of Loki so that Amelia grows up knowing her mother’s face. Peter goes to college a few years later but he’s nearby in case Tony needs help taking care of Amelia.
- When she’s five or six, Amelia asks, “Who is she?” and points to a picture of Tony and Loki kissing. Tony smiles sadly and puts Amelia on his lap and tells her, “That’s your mother. She died when you were born, but she loved you more than anything.” Amelia didn’t understand yet but she grew to know that face almost as well as her father’s or her brother’s.
- Amelia shows an immediate affinity for sorcery so Thor takes her on weekends for classes in Asgard. She learns how to make an illusion for herself and it doesn’t take long for her to take on the dark hair and pale complexion of her mother.
- Every year on his and Loki’s anniversary, Tony has Thor take Amelia for an evening and he walks the city, attending shops and seeing sights. He speaks as if Loki is standing right next to him, the one night when he lets himself imagine Loki is still with him. “You’ll like this – the view from the bridge is absolutely breathtaking. They’re not stars but the city lights sure sparkle like ‘em.”
- When Amelia is sixteen, she starts making bad decisions and Tony gets worried. They have an argument and Tony goes to his workshop, frustrated and concerned. Until he hears a voice in his ear, just a whisper saying “go and check on Amelia” but it sounds so much like Loki–
- So Tony goes to check on her and she’s lying on her bed crying, so Tony just goes and rubs her back until she calms down a little and mumbles through tears, “I wish I had known mom…” and Tony has FRIDAY pull up everything he has on Loki, and they spend a night and a day looking through old pictures and videos from FRIDAY’s security cameras.
- Amelia learns that Loki was a Jotun and an amazing sorcerer and could even change gender. Amelia learns that she is going to live much longer than a normal human. Tony gives her something, a little orb containing access to the pocket dimension Loki used to use. She inherits Loki’s things.
- Peter and her, despite being more than ten years apart, stay close as their lives wind on. Years later, Tony lying in a hospital bed with his children sitting beside him with tears in their eyes. It’s almost time.
- He murmurs, “Did I do well, love? Did they turn out okay?” as he exhales for the last time. Peter and Amelia cry for hours together.
- And Tony hears a melodic voice reply, “You did wonderful, love. You did wonderful.”

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jademage13·2 months agoText

Not to be annoying or anything but,,,

it’s my,,, birthday,, and ilysm :,)

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jademage13·2 months agoText

Anyway, spoiler alert

I feel like the entirety of Thor volume one, Odin’s constant mood was “well frick.”

Thor gets banished? He is a disaster for literal decades.

Loki gets the birthright? Also promptly betrays everyone for a bit of fun

Remember Thor, who is still banished? Yeah well now he doesn’t want to come home and Asgard has lost one of it’s best defenders

I mean he comes home for a little bit

but only to make sure Odin won’t die

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jademage13·2 months agoText

Just rewatched AoU :,)

I can’t get that little boy from AoU out of my head. The one Pietro saved? They gave him a moment where he just stared at Pietro’s open eyes, still gazing towards him. The little boy would always see Pietro as his hero.

Perhaps years later, that little boy would bleach his hair. Perhaps that boy’s favorite color became silver, or blue, after he got older and he realized what exactly that silver-haired, blue-eyed superhero had done for him.

Because to that boy, Pietro is a superhero. Not just an enhanced. Not one of Strucker’s kids. Not ‘the fast one.’

A hero.

What’s sad is that he’s not a hero to more.

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gif not mine

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jademage13·2 months agoText

Winter Soldier Idea :,)


RUMLOW POV

We are sitting in a small shed with a tin roof, to wait out the night before finishing our mission. The shed is cramped, with six agents and the Winter Soldier, all crammed in between old tools.

That’s when the rain starts. It’s loud on the tin roof, but we just hunch down a little further in our seats and hope the roof doesn’t start leaking — except the Winter Soldier. Winter glances about, seeming frightened. His expression quickly shifts to the one I’ve learned to recognize as his ‘threat-assessment’ face. Of course, all of his expressions are more like micro-expressions, very slight variations on a dull scowl and completely unnoticeable to the untrained eye.

That’s when I realize: he probably doesn’t know this is rain. After years of being in cryofreeze and being wiped over and over again, not to mention the lack of rain at our Siberian facility, this is completely foreign to him.

Winter really is childlike sometimes. After a few wary seconds, he walks softly to the door of the shed and cracks the door open. I can tell from the way his body stiffens slightly that he is surprised by the water falling from the sky.

Hesitantly, carefully, he extends a gloved hand outside the shed, and stands there for a good five minutes, allowing fat drops of water to drench the glove wrapping his flesh hand. After a few more minutes, I decide he’s had enough — we don’t want our cover blown. I make a sharp hissing noise and his muscles tighten under his leather clothing.

Reluctantly, Winter withdraws his hand and closes the shed door, resuming his seat on the floor. His expression is strange and haunted, one that I’ve never seen before. His eyes, boring holes into the floor, scream of untold worlds of pain, but that he knows there is something familiar about the pitter-patter of rain on the roof. His posture, taut and closed off, tells me that he is having a debate within himself. He knows he has heard this sound, seen this phenomenon before, but where? And why can he not remember it?

Then the thunder starts. With each crash of thunder, Winter’s eyes widen a bit and his breathing quickens for a few moments, his body tensing, before he settles back and pretends not to be bothered. Slowly though, he starts curling up, putting a knee up and then the other, resting his arms on his knees. His hands keep jerking in a motion that makes it look like he’s trying to run his cold fingers through an invisible person’s hair. When he notices that he is doing it, he stares at his hands for a long minute.

He looks shaken. He knows something is gone from his memory, but he has no idea what, and it scares him. But he can’t let anyone know that. Because he is the Winter Soldier.

He is soulless, a ghost story.

Even as I watch, he seems to have the same train of thought as me and he reaches behind him with his metal arm and withdraws his mask and goggles. He looks at me silently, and I nod. Being his handler, I had permitted him to take the mask off, but I wasn’t going to refuse him if he wanted it on. Quickly, I grab the straps and lock the mask on. He flips his hair down onto it, covering the black straps, and fixes his goggles on, staring from behind the dark lenses at the darker shed. He must be completely blind right now. Another clap of thunder echoes above us and his shoulders jerk a little, almost imperceptibly.

Because he is the Winter Soldier.

He does not fear. He does not remember.

He does not exist.

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anyway gif not mine but the idea is,,,

I just couldn’t stop thinking about how bucky would have forgotten how rain sounds bc it would mostly snow in Siberia not to mention that’s only when he is awake and outs

also I didn’t know who to use so Rumlow is his handler here

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jademage13·3 months agoText

worstloki:

jademage13:

I don’t know whether I’m sorry or not ;)


NO POV

“Do you remember who you are? Before they broke you? Between breaths and beneath galaxies? Who are you, really? Before they manipulated you, crushed your heart, made you hate yourself, tore you apart? Without the stones, the magic, the lies, the tricks, the facades… who are you? Really, and truly?”

“I—“ Loki stalls, his tear-filled eyes sparkling like broken glass. “What do you mean?”

The spirit with no identity smiled sadly. Loki and it both knew that it was all he had. And soon, he may not even have that. It took a breath that filled Loki’s ears with the rushing sound of silence — a strange paradox. “You are someone beneath all that pain, Loki. Who?”

This time, it is the black-haired boy who takes a shuddering breath, breaking the eerie quiet of the void of space, mumbling, “How am I supposed to know?”

“You tell me,” the silvery astral spirit replied, blue gaze fixed on Loki.

After a long moment, the young god looked at the blue-silver spirit with the shimmer of realization in his eyes.

“I…am Loki,” he started slowly. “Loki, God of Mischief. And Lies. And… even Evil sometimes.”

“What else?” the spirit pressed, expression intense and strangely intimate.

“I am Loki the Sorcerer, Loki the Sorceress, Loki the Trickster,” Loki exhaled, his body straightening a little. “I am a magic-wielder and a good person on occasion. I am a criminal and destined to rule. I am a hero. I am a Jotun. An Asgardian. A prince and a king.” Loki’s ice-blue eyes harden with resolve and an emotion he can’t quite place.

“I am Loki. Loki, God of Stories.”

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Visions of the future dance before Loki’s eyes and he tears his eyes away from the tesseract, his demeanor suddenly shifting. The spirit, the being in the tesseract, had calmed and reassured him, bolstered him and gave him a realization. His story, no matter in what timeline or life, would always be a notable one.

Someone would always tell it, because he was the God of Stories.

And that?

That would never change.

With tears and determination burning in his eyes, Loki offers the Tesseract to the looming purple alien before him. He ignores his half-brother spitting, “You really are the worst, brother.” He ignores the pounding in his chest and in his heart, he knows.

Everything will be alright.

shhh, they’re communicating…

Okay really wacky theory but: What if,,, mcu Loki is so ‘weak’ bc Frigga and Odin drained him as a child and connected him to the tesseract so that no one would know. Which is why he’s always going after it,,, because it’s basically a part of him but he doesn’t know it

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jademage13·3 months agoText

worstloki:

worstloki:

you ever remember that loki survived floating around in space which means it doesn’t kill him and that he could’ve been floating around in space - maybe due to cold tolerance? or being Asgardian? -  for an unknown amount of time between Thor 1 and Avengers 1 since time works differently in different places (according to ragnarok) ??

you ever remember that loki survived floating around in space between Thor 1 and Avengers 1 which means it doesn’t kill him and that if he survived on the ship in Infinity War or if he resurrected with his neck-snapped body he would potentially be floating around in nothingness for an unknown amount of time??

I have a theory about this,,, that Loki did somehow manage to survive but because he couldn’t send any signals with the trashed ship, he waited on the ship full of corpses for years until someone found him and got him (or he find a way off himself, I’m not particular)

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jademage13·3 months agoText

Just realized:

that despite Odin being very biased against Loki and whatever,,,

odin did learn from his mistake with Hela

after he found Loki, despite Thor being his alleged firstborn, he did give the impression that both Thor and Loki would have the opportunity to become king

because when he and heal had gone a-conquering before, it turned out pretty bad…

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jademage13·3 months agoText

I don’t know whether I’m sorry or not ;)


NO POV

“Do you remember who you are? Before they broke you? Between breaths and beneath galaxies? Who are you, really? Before they manipulated you, crushed your heart, made you hate yourself, tore you apart? Without the stones, the magic, the lies, the tricks, the facades… who are you? Really, and truly?”

“I—“ Loki stalls, his tear-filled eyes sparkling like broken glass. “What do you mean?”

The spirit with no identity smiled sadly. Loki and it both knew that it was all he had. And soon, he may not even have that. It took a breath that filled Loki’s ears with the rushing sound of silence — a strange paradox. “You are someone beneath all that pain, Loki. Who?”

This time, it is the black-haired boy who takes a shuddering breath, breaking the eerie quiet of the void of space, mumbling, “How am I supposed to know?”

“You tell me,” the silvery astral spirit replied, blue gaze fixed on Loki.

After a long moment, the young god looked at the blue-silver spirit with the shimmer of realization in his eyes.

“I…am Loki,” he started slowly. “Loki, God of Mischief. And Lies. And… even Evil sometimes.”

“What else?” the spirit pressed, expression intense and strangely intimate.

“I am Loki the Sorcerer, Loki the Sorceress, Loki the Trickster,” Loki exhaled, his body straightening a little. “I am a magic-wielder and a good person on occasion. I am a criminal and destined to rule. I am a hero. I am a Jotun. An Asgardian. A prince and a king.” Loki’s ice-blue eyes harden with resolve and an emotion he can’t quite place.

“I am Loki. Loki, God of Stories.”

——————————

Visions of the future dance before Loki’s eyes and he tears his eyes away from the tesseract, his demeanor suddenly shifting. The spirit, the being in the tesseract, had calmed and reassured him, bolstered him and gave him a realization. His story, no matter in what timeline or life, would always be a notable one.

Someone would always tell it, because he was the God of Stories.

And that?

That would never change.

With tears and determination burning in his eyes, Loki offers the Tesseract to the looming purple alien before him. He ignores his half-brother spitting, “You really are the worst, brother.” He ignores the pounding in his chest and in his heart, he knows.

Everything will be alright.

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jademage13·3 months agoText

I want someone to edit an entire marvel movie post AoU but every time there’s a long silence where they mull over a problem or Wanda Maximoff/Clint Barton are shown, there’s someone screaming their internal thoughts and they’re all about how useful pietro would be in this situation or “I swear why did that kid have to die,,, this would be so much easier with him” or “omg I miss pietro” or “thanks to barton, it’s too bad we don’t have a SPEED element on our team anymore ://”

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jademage13·3 months agoPhoto

worstloki:

phobs-heh:

sorry, I couldn’t resist x)) loki with tony’s helmet sketch 

I’m still searching for art where someone has expanded on this,,, I want loki giving everyone horns for their uniforms and nobody notices (somehow) until they get out into battle and it’s too late then

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jademage13·3 months agoAnswer

UwU

UwU

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jademage13·3 months agoText

Stucky :,))


BUCKY POV

Steve huffs as I wipe his bleeding cheek with a damp rag, my touch more gentle than I’d like to admit. As I glance at his pouty expression, my breath catches. It seems to me as if Steve is the galaxy — no, the universe. The stars shine in his ocean eyes, bright and fiery and angry. The sun glows off of his fine-spun golden hair, ruffled and streaked with blood.

His cheek is cut, but to me the blood rises like satin, easy and slow, smooth and beautiful. His face, currently wrapped in a dark expression like a shroud, makes my chest ache when the sun falls just right on him, emphasizing his strong features, his edges and angles. His lips, bitten and chapped, are nocked with thin scars from too many fights.

My eyes flick back to his eyes and my chest swells. Oh, his eyes. A hundred things swirl behind those eyes — ocean waves, nebulas and supernovas, false laughter and bitter tears, blood, love, avalanches, wisps of painted clouds. He has the faraway gaze of an artist, his entire form suggesting grace and creativity. I finish brushing the blood from his cheek, patching it up with a thin bandage, as my heart pounds a little faster.

I choke on my words and for a moment, I can’t breathe. Then I swallow, clear my throat, and say in a casual tone, “All done, Stevie.”

“Thanks Buck,” he says in a low voice, thick with anger. His words, simple as they are, pound into my brain and make my hands tremble for a brief moment as I squeeze the rag over the basin.

“You know,” I breathe. “You should stop doing this. It’s… not good for you.”

“I can’t stop running,” Steve says simply, making my breath hitch for a moment as I remember why I’m so enchanted with him. “They’ve gotta stop eventually.”

“This isn’t Steve versus one guy. This is Steve versus all the jerks in Brooklyn,” I slap the rag into the sink, turning to face him and hoping that the sugar-pink blush on my face has faded.

“No,” Steve rolls his neck gingerly. “This is Steve and Buck versus all the jerks in Brooklyn.” I have to spin around and start rummaging in a cupboard for a glass because I can feel heat crawling up my neck, my ears burning.

This kid is gonna be the death of me.

“Punk,” I cough.

“Jerk.”

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hope u liked it :,) I was just in the mood for some soft disasters

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jademage13·3 months agoText

I rewatched Avengers:Endgame last night, and I realized:

for all its flaws

for all the controversy and criticism and opinions

the mcu is beautiful

marvel is beautiful

because they took all sorts of people. impossible stories. Real personalities. And they built worlds from scratch. They built a UNIVERSE.

and oh, how that is inspiring

because there’s always someone to relate to, always something to live no matter who you are. And it has its flaws and mistakes but so does everything in this world.

it brought people together through love

not a common enemy, but a common friend

i want to be a hero. Not a superhero. A creator. I want to make something like this.

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