#📓.marvel

[tadpole-san]

Hi! May I please request a Druig x reader fic? I have a more detailed idea, but I wanted to check if it were ok. Thanks anyway!

Hi!!! Of course, feel absolutely free to request a druig x reader fic, my inbox is very much open! <3

I am also a white man's whore for this man so yes,,, anything you'd like I would be very happy to write

Cough might go rewatch eternals this weekend for him

#✨ #📓.marvel #druig x reader #im just a little bit livid about how much of a simp i became at the end of the movie #but not really because hes fine asf so its okay

[tadpole-san]

200 FOLLOWERS EVENT !

STATUS: OPEN

to celebrate hitting this milestone, i decided to host a little bit of a celebratory event for you guys! i know i've been on a bit of a hiatus, so it means so much that i've been getting such positive feedback from you guys in light of my latest post <3

this event will be open alongside normal requests!

rules

♡ my standard rules for all requests will still apply

♡ send me 1 character + a sentence or 1 character + an emoji and i'll write a one shot!

♡ fandoms: dc, mcu, star wars (this list will be open to being edited, so feel free to message me if you want to check whether or not a fandom you'd like to request will be okay! i've consumed a pretty large amount of media)

♡ 1 character/fandom per ask, and a maximum of 2 sentence/emoji prompts per ask. however, feel free to send in multiple asks to my inbox!

♡ feel free to specify what genre you want! angst, fluff, etc.

♡ this event will likely be closed december 23.

♡ my emoji/sentence starter list is below the cut! just click on “read more” <3

emojis/sentence starter list

inspired by different quotes from comics, movies, and tv shows! these prompts are a combination of lines i've come up with on my own, and lines that stand out to me from media i've consumed over the years <3

🍄 "you smoke like a whore."

🖤 "you used to make me want to be a better person."

🤍 "do you think we could still be happy, even in another life?"

💒 "sometimes i miss the people that we used to be."

❤️‍ "you love me?"

🩹 "spare me the sympathy. everyone else wants to be my enemy anyways."

🔗 "call the cops? first of all, ACAB, second of all, i'd go to jail-"

✨ "run away with me."

💗 "please don't be in love with someone else."

🩸 "you're my enabler. the good, the bad, the ugly."

⛓ "i just - i just wanted you to know that i could be good."

🥀 "are you - stop screaming, it's just me - are you sure i'm not like, dead dead?"

☁ "just keep holding my hand."

🏩 "everything's going to be fine. it's just a crush-"

🌁 "i dreamed about you."

🌸 "are you on wattpad?"

💉 "i'm confused as to what the relationship here is supposed to be."

💖 "the world's a pretty wild place, but i still have you."

🍁 "not to be dramatic, but i think we're fucked."

📦 "have i told you lately, i'm grateful you're mine?"

#🌙 #tadpole croaks #🏩.followers event #📰.dc #📓.marvel #reader imagines

[tadpole-san]

BEAUTIFUL CENTURIES ; d.

part two ; centuries we don’t have

pairing(s): druig x asgardian!reader

warnings: maybe some mild spoilers for the eternals (i really don’t think i actually have any spoilers, but i just want to be safe), a timeline that’s all over the place because i’m mixing the comics and mcu dates

a/n: so… ya girl watched the eternals last night… and yes, druig and makkari did basically grab me by the throat. They’ve probably become the sole reason im reviving my actual writing on this tumblr, so any of yall who want makkari and/or druig fics, feel free to send them in <3

685 A.D.

The first time you meet Druig, you would hardly call yourself beautiful.

That isn’t to say you don’t deem yourself attractive, of course - it’s just that there’s a dismembered Deviant lying at your feet, and you suspect that maybe some of the blood and gore extended beyond the lower half of your armor. So one can imagine your surprise when the train of your thoughts in the aftermath of the battle are interjected by a low, “Hello, beautiful one.”

You turn around.

If you were a poet, perhaps this would be the moment to inspire your works for the centuries to come. The moment you lock eyes with the man in red and black standing across the field, the way his lips tilt upwards when he knows you’ve seen him, the startled laugh that escapes you when the words beautiful one register.

But you are not a poet. You are simply an Asgardian - and he is Druig, the Eternal.

You hadn’t seen him during the battle, but from you know of the Eternals (admittedly, not too much), you understand that it doesn’t diminish his strengths towards the group. Five fighters, five thinkers is a mantra often heard amongst them.

“You are Druig,” you say, stepping over what you think used to be a Deviant arm.

“You know me.” By now, his smile has settled into more of a… smirk. Mischievous. Teasing. Amused? Either way, it holds until you are within a breadth of him and your weapon is sheathed at your side. “But I don’t know you,” he continues, and then there it is again. “Beautiful one. You came with the Asgardian king?”

By now, you understand that your king is already making himself known to the matriarch of the Eternals herself. In a way, the woman reminded you of your queen, raised and borne of witches, warm as the sun but cunning as a snake.

“I did,” you confirm. When you tell him your name, you find yourself revelling in the way it feels in the air between the two of you as he says it - the way the syllables roll off his tongue.

Beautiful, beautiful one.

800 A.D.

The second time you encounter Druig, he presents you with one of Idunn’s golden apples. To this day, you still have no idea how he acquired such a thing, although you suspect it may have something to do with the friendship he’d been able to maintain with Loki over the centuries.

“Hello, beautiful one.” This time, you don’t startle at the sound of his voice - although it is much closer than the first time, spoken at a low murmur right by your ear that you can still hear clear as day, even with all the revelries taking place in the tavern you’re both in. You turn your head just slightly and there he is.

“Hello, Druig.” This time, you’re out of your armor, and he dons local-wear in shades of black and grey fitting him in a way that does make your mouth run dry for a moment. You still indulge him in the best smile that you can, even as you take a sip from the mug of ale beside you. “How kind it is for an Eternal to grace a mere warrior with his presence.” It’s all in good jest. It always is.

He tuts anyway, reaching into his robes for… something, even as his eyes never leave your face. “I think we’ll have none of that now. Besides, I hear you’re moving up in the world, babysitting that prince of yours.” When you dig an elbow into his side for that comment, he only laughs again. “Guarding,” he corrects.

“That’s more like it,” you affirm, stopping to raise your mug as Thor makes another rambunctious announcement for cheers. Teenagers. By the time you’re back to focusing on Druig, the hand that had been withdrawn into his robes is back out, presenting you with a perfectly round, perfectly golden, apple. The startled laugh that you let out isn’t unlike the one you’d given him during your first meeting, and you accept the offer with a slightly reserved glee. “And how did you acquire this?” you ask him, admiring the apple in your eye and pressing your lips to it before taking a bite.

“Does it make me the apple of your eye?” The one-liner is enough to get you to choke on the apple for a moment, and Druig graciously allows you the dignity of a recovery before he continues. “It is said that those apples are the source of the Asgardians’ immortal youth and beauty. Is that true?”

You quirk an eyebrow at him as you take another bite, humming contemplatively. “Is this your way of saying you’d like me to be more beautiful?”

“Oh, beautiful one, never.” He even puts a hand over where his heart would be. “I don’t think I could handle that.”

“Mmm. That wasn’t a bad save on your end, Druig.” You catch the way his gaze flickers from the apple, then to your lips. You hold the apple out to him. “Would you like to try a bite, then?”

When he doesn’t say anything, you shake it lightly in front of his face. “This isn’t an offer made lightly.” it’s enough to break him out of his trance, because he smirks again and settles into his seat more comfortably, giving you a slight nod but grasping your wrist when you try to hold the apple out to him.

That’s not how I want to taste it.

It’s the first time you hear him in your head - and really, you shouldn’t be so startled. It’s not as if you don’t know the things he can do, haven’t seen him bring human conflicts to a standstill with a mere thought. And you can feel him in your head, too, sometimes, never prodding, never prying, just… there.

You like it, you think.

So does he.

Before he can close the distance between the two of you - before you can invite him to bridge the gap, you hear Thor call your name with a raucous laugh, mug raised to the heavens, inviting with a “Come drink with us!”

To Druig, you offer a shrug and an impish grin of your own, rising from your seat and offering him a bow as you make to leave. “Duty calls, then.” Rather than look upset, he just plucks the apple from your hands, eyes never leaving yours while he takes a generous bite.

Then one of the Warriors Three has you by the arm, the same time that you see one of the other Eternals bids Druig to rise - Kingo, you recognize, and he says something to Druig that has him scowling and shrugging his grip off as his cheeks redden slightly.

You feel his gaze on you for the rest of the night.

2013

By now, this isn’t even the third encounter you’ve had with Druig - not even the fourth, the fifth, even the hundredth. You lose track by now, centuries blurring together. Centuries of Heimdall keeping a watchful eye out, telling you where Druig has landed himself, where to go when he opens the Bifrost for you. Centuries of meetings (hardly clandestine) as Thor distracts his father from the fact that his loyal bodyguard is almost nowhere in sight, of Loki conjuring mirages of you that get better by the decade, of Lady Sif and her Warriors Three making false alibis for you, of your queen giving you a knowing look whenever she passes you by.

You know how you must look, trekking through the Amazon rainforest and into the now-familiar encampment. You pay no heed to the stares that some of the men and women pin you with as you pass, don’t think twice about the golden glow in their eyes that flashes and passes.

When you reach the building at the opposite end of the encampment, you don;t even enter. Part of you isn’t even sure you have the energy to open the doors, so you just settle at the foot of the wooden doors and lean against one.

The door to your left opens not a minute later, and in your peripheral vision, you see Druig standing there, clad in dark pants and a sleeveless grey top. He crouches next to you, bumping his shoulder against yours affectionately, and you pretend like that will be enough to make you keel over, swaying to the side in a dramatic motion.

“Oh, stop that.” When he steadies you, there’s no real bite to it. “And not even a hello for me, beautiful one?” You sigh, as though burdened greatly.

“Hello.” He presses his forehead against yours and you smile a smile that feels more real than anything you’ve mustered over the past few days. You feel him squeeze your arm, and you don’t tense, but when his hand goes over a fresh injury over your ribs that has not healed, it earns him a loud “ow” and a slap to the shoulder. “You’re a fiend,” you start.

“You’ve been in battle,” he says, and truly, your lover is brilliant. Astounding. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

“Only in my heart,” you jest, and it partially works because you see his lips quirk up before he settles back in a more serious expression. He waits for you to continue, and he doesn’t even need to use his abilities to know that there is more on your mind that you want to say. “We lost,” you begin to say, and his eyebrows shoot up, because he knows you and you never lose a battle. There have been so many fights to be fought, and none to lose.

“The Dark Elves,” you manage to continue, and the two words sit heavy in your throat, like they’re trying to choke you before you can finish what you want to say. “Queen Frigga was killed. So was Prince Loki.” And despite what your king says, despite the terrible things Loki did, he was still a prince of Asgard. From children to adolescence and to adulthood, you’d watched them both grow, sometimes alongside Druig, sometimes not.

Druig, who doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t offer words of empty comfort, who can feel what you feel in this moment, who looks at you now the way he looks at his humans sometimes - worried for them, wanting to interfere, wanting to keep them safe. So you press a hand to his cheek, opening your mind and heart to him, smiling as he leans into your touch.

I’ll be okay.

You will mourn. You will move forward. He, too, knows this.

2021

You feel Druig before you see him. You know his touch in your mind - have known it for eons, could feel and recognize it across the span of time and space.

My beautiful, beautiful lover.

The words are whispered into the embrace of your mind, softly becoming you to turn and look. You do so, only after you’ve set the crate of harvested and fished goods on the trunk of Valkyrie’s truck. The sight of Druig standing at the end of the pier, the ocean wind and spray whipping strands of his hair out of his face, has you holding your arms out for him.

You laugh when he reaches you and he pulls you into an embrace, one that literally sweeps you off your feet. “Beautiful one,” he says, and you can hear the laughter in his voice as he presses a kiss to the side of your head. “Did you miss me?”

“Did you miss me?” you counter, pulling back just enough that you’re able to get a look at his face. Eight years apart should be inconsequential to the two of you, who are fated to live for millennia, but it feels like an eternity of a lifetime. “I didn’t know you could venture out of that forest of yours, beautiful Druig.”

“Only for you,” he says, always quick with a retort. Witty or otherwise. “I even had to pack a jacket.”

“Yes, you did,” you agree, finally taking note of the studded black leather that he dons. Running a hand over one of the studs has you shooting him a very amused look, and he retaliates with a tug to the knitted sleeve of your new sweater.

“I see that you’ve taken up the fisherman chic. Is that the fashion of New Asgard? I’ll be sure to dress more appropriately for the occasion next time.”

“Cheeky.” You’re only partially aware to the knowing look that Valkyrie gives the two of you before she is driving back to town, the two of you left to privacy. “Come on, you,” you add, linking your arm with his as you begin to lead him away from the water and up to one of the hills overlooking the town.

“How is Thor?” he asks you, and though it’s been many years since you were called to the duty of watching over the prince - no, now the king - of Asgard, your heart aches for the boy you watched grow into the man of loss you know today.

“Not the same,” you tell Druig, your footsteps coming to a stop as he moves himself in front of you, facing you. He keeps your hand clasped in his as he moves it over his chest, and you can feel the beat of his heart even through the jacket he wears. “He lost - we lost - nothing is the same.”

It’s hard to put into words, you think. You think of the person you were when you first met Druig, think of the naivety of that youth. You wonder what it is like for him now, to see the edges of that person chipped and worn away, eroded by the winds of love and loss.

When he brushes a strand of your hair out of your eyes, when he presses his forehead against yours, you feel some of those broken edges start to knit together again.

I’m sorry.

I should have been there.

I’m sorry I’m rooted to Earth.

“You’re here now,” your murmur, your eyes still closed. “You’re always here when I need you.” For that, he presses a kiss to your forehead before stepping back. He makes sure not to let go of your hand.

“I have something for you, you know.” His other hand is already reaching into his pocket.

“Should I be worried?” you ask, only in slight jest. “Your gifts are wonderful, really, but you do like to play things on the mischievous side-” Your words die in your throat when you see the golden apple he produces for you, glittering in the sun that’s starting to break through the clouds. “Oh. Oh, Druig.”

“You won’t demand the ways I acquired it for you?”

“You’d just evade the question - oh, Druig.” As he presses it into your palm, you have to breathe in sharply and blink back the stinging in your eyes. He shrugs a little, trying to play it nonchalant, even as you have to press your face into his shoulder so you can compose yourself without looking at him.

“People on Earth like to do this with a ring,” he says, suddenly, voice slightly louder to be heard above the wind. “A gold on. I thought-” you feel him shift his weight, and you squeeze his arm to steady him. “I thought this would be better.”

“Do you have a question you must ask of me?” Finally, you lift your head to look at him. “Beautiful Druig.”

“You’re the beautiful one,” is his automatic response, and the word, the endearment, has always been so natural. On the battleground. In a tavern. The past, and the present. This gift that he’s given you.

He is Druig, the Eternal. And he calls you beautiful, because he loves you.

Druig Taglist

@gemmywrites

@scmndr

@vio-lente

@alons-y-odinson

@simp4fictionmen

@mads-weasley

@rqmanoff

@vibrantlyjaz

@ginger-demon

@serendipityrogers

#🌙 #📓.marvel #druig x reader #druig eternals #druig oneshot #druig imagine #reader insert #gender neutral reader #marvel imagines #the eternals #druig

[tadpole-san]

the sun will shine on us again ; j.t.

pairing(s): jason todd x asgardian!reader

warnings: contains spoilers for thor ragnarok, and has hurt and comfort - not heavy angst, though! initially jason comforting the reader but they return the favor because our poor boy is so angsty, but also he’s kind of a simp in this. Only a little. Also takes place during the arc in RHATO where he and roy are in space on kori’s ship (can’t remember the exact issue, will put it here once i do know)

a/n: once again, i have written the entirety of this on the plane. still debating on if i want to make this a series, or if i want to do more marvel x dc combinations because i already have a lot of the dynamics mapped out, so lmk if you want to see a series with this jason and reader or if yall want a marvel x dc series in general

The first time Jason sees you, he thinks you’re beautiful. One of the most beautiful things he’s seen in a long time, even when you look like you’ve been to hell and back. Not unlike pretty much all of the refugees that came from the vessel whose distress signal Kori’s ship had picked up on. Except - you’re staring out one of the windows with an almost childlike expression of wonder, like the way he had felt when his old man had taken him to see the Flying Graysons.

Which is why he steps in next to you and clears his throat, the combination of that and the voice modulator in his helmet enough to divert your attention to him, your eyebrows raised quizzically. And the realization hits him.

Fuck.

You don’t know how to raise an eyebrow, singular.

Cutest shit he’s seen in his life, and Jason immediately knows he’s fucked over. Big time, probably, especially if he messes this up.

“Mind if I ask what’s a pretty one like you doin’ in a place like this?” Real smooth, totally slick, Jason. He can already hear Dick making a smartass comment about that one-liner, but it doesn’t matter - you do, and you duck your head down almost shyly and half-scoff, half-laugh to yourself. This, he chooses to count as a win. That he knows of.

What he doesn’t know is this: the first time you see the Red Hood, a man you’re told is practically one of the second-in-commands to the woman domineering the ship that had answered your people’s distress signal, you think he’s kind. One of the kindest men you’d seen, even when you can’t even see his face through the strange red helmet he wears.

That same helmet fascinates the remaining children of Asgard, rather than scares them, and (though you admit this to nobody else), you spent nearly twenty minutes watching him allow them to press their palms to the helmet, trying to map out where the features of his face would be, and, when they grew tired of that, allowed them to hang off his arms. Literally.

Which is why, when he comes to join you on the brig, you’re more than happy to divert your attention from the view in front of you to focus on him instead.

“I’ve - ah. This is the first I’ve ever been away from Asgard,” you explain. “This view, I’ve only seen it in projections in our libraries, or during lessons of the Nine Realms in our classrooms.” He lets out a low whistle, crossing his arms.

“I’m guessin’ it’s living up to your expectations?” There’s a lilt to the way he speaks, sort of a drawl from some sort of accent you can’t place. It’s different from his friends.

“Admittedly-” you exhale with a sigh, mirroring the action and crossing your own arms in a way that’s more like you’re hugging yourself, “-this is not the way I would have liked to see it with my own eyes. But it is still, still beautiful.”

“So, what, you were royalty?” He makes a gesture to the hole-ridden robe you still don, formerly gold stitches now stained brown by dest and debris. The sight of it makes you sigh and pick at your sleeve, which causes another scrap of fabric to fall apart at your touch. You need new clothes.

You don’t really have any left, but that’s besides the point. What is the point is the absurdity of the notion that you were ever royalty of any kind.

“My mother,” you start, your hands finally going still as you go up to look him in the - eyes? With the helmet he has on, it’s hard to tell, “was a handmaiden for the Queen. Freya. And my father, he is an Einharjar. Lieutenant in the KIng’s army.” For a moment, you pause again, and your brows furrow. “He was,” you correct. The correction is minor, but it sits heavy on your tongue, the syllable sad and empty.

“Was?” At this point, you can tell he’s assuming the worst. Really, he wouldn’t be very far off. Asgard gone, and most of its people along with it, lost to either the undead soldiers of the self-proclaimed Queen of Hel, or to the fiery rage of Surtur himself.

“The Queen passed on to Valhalla.” You don’t say anything about your father. You don’t have to. So instead, you try to shift the focus from yourself. “And your family…?” He clears his throat; shifts his weight, and looks as if he’s contemplating responding to that.

“Jason.” It doesn’t answer the question you’ve asked out loud, but it’s still new information you’re pleasantly surprised by. Jason. Probably didn’t mean he was the Son of Ja, the way Odinson meant Son of Odin, but that’s the immediate reaction you have in your head. You don’t offer it to him out loud, though.

Rather, you offer him your own name, and he repeats it back to you once, twice, ng the syllables in his oddly-mechanical timber. You assume it has something to do with the helmet, and that’s not how he really sounds like.

You wish you could hear his true voice, unfiltered.

But when he answers your earlier question, he loses some of the warmth. “I have brothers. An old man.” He sounds clipped, rough. Like he’s trying to mask some unaddressed sadness. “We don’t talk.”

Unwittingly, similar to the way his hand earlier made its way to your shoulder, yours reaches up and covers his fingers. Your thumb rubs over the leather, and what you assume is the trigger finger for the guns holstered to his thighs automatically twitches. “I’m sure they miss you,” you offer, but that feels too much like empty comfort. “I would miss someone like you,” you reiterate. It seems to work, because he chuckles dryly.

“I’d sure want someone like you missing me,” he returns, not at all sarcastic but somewhat sarcastic and cheeky in a way that makes you shake your head to yourself as your cheeks redden. “‘Specially once you get to Earth, before you forget all about us, yeah?” Logically, you know that us means his strange, yet homely trio.

Us.

Maybe, once you get your head out of the water and out of this mess, it could mean something else. For now, you can see your new king come around the corner with the respective lady of the ship. She waves to the two of you - is her hair actually on fire? You’ve never met a Tamaranean before - and Jason returns the wave just as warmly.

“That’s my cue,” he sighs, apologetic. His hand squeezes yours before it pulls away, slipping into his pocket. “Try not to be a stranger?” Your brows furrow at the phrase, and you tilt your head slightly.

“I don’t quite know what that means.” Now he laughs.

“It means I want to see you more. I don’t want you to go hiding in a corner when I come looking, you know?”

“I don’t hide in corners,” you inform him, and he raises his hands in surrender as he backs away from you. You make a face at him, one that he returns with a sheepish shrug. Norns, you want to see his face. You want to know what expression he’s making at you in return.

Next time, you suppose.

Asgard isn’t a place, your king had told you all, moments before you’d encountered this new ship. Home is a people.

For you, perhaps, home can include someone new, someone who leaves your face still heated and makes the already-captivating view in front of you even more beautiful with a new memory.

DC Taglist:

@cipheress-to-k-pop

#🌙 #📰.dc #📓.marvel #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd imagines #jason todd #dc imagines #marvel imagines #reader imagines

[tadpole-san]

For those of you who may have thought I was kidding 

#🌙 #📰.dc #📓.marvel #jason todd #I’m about to write the entirety of this bad boy on my eight hour flight

[tadpole-san]

ahahaha might fuck around and write asgardian! reader x jason todd who knows

#📰.dc #📓.marvel #it’s on my super top secret Google doc of ideas #and when I say super top secret #I mean it’s shared with capricorn-stark #jason todd

[tadpole-san]

um so is anyone else wondering if the blade that kid loki gave loki was used to kill thor because I genuinely want to know

or did the MLAAAARGH it’s me! trick with the whole transforming into a snake bit before proceeding to stab Thor like

actually work

#📓.marvel #loki #spoilers for loki #no? #just me? alright

[tadpole-san]

kid Loki: im cold

classic loki who just loved his brother and missed asgard and wanted to know if anyone missed him and no i will not shut up about him: here, kiddo, have my cloak

loki: …it’s rather cold out here, isn’t it?

sylvie: mhm.

#📓.marvel #loki #spoilers for loki #no I kid you not loki and sylvie legitimately had this scene more or less word for word #look I know how we mostly feel about this #relationship????? #but I’ve been stockholm syndromed into finding it like #morbidly funny

[tadpole-san]

*dude, shes just not into you* starts playing over loki's confession to sylvie

#📓.marvel #loki #spoilers for loki #i swear this is gonna be my last loki shitpost #and then im back on my actual reader content most of you guys probably followed for #maybe i'll check on the mha fandom and see whats up #hows midoriya guys

[tadpole-san]

LOKI (2021) - "The Nexus Event"

Is this Hel? Am I dead? Not yet. But you will be, unless you come with us.

#📓.marvel #loki #spoilers for loki

[tadpole-san]

you know what, kudos to renslayer for singlehandedly becoming my favorite character by saving us from loki's i fell in love with you on lamentis confession

#📓.marvel #loki #spoilers for loki #we should be crediting her for saving us all from witnessing the entirety of that confession #what in the riverdale was that going to be #tva preserving our sacred timeline indeed

[tadpole-san]

i genuinely can't decide if the mcu having loki fall in love with a female version of himself is the most on-brand and in character move or if it's just terrible and i hate it

#📓.marvel #loki #spoilers for loki #or both #why not both #these two things about it can maybe coexist

[tadpole-san]

alright, folks, im gonna preface by saying that as a female bisexual who does have a preference for men, being in a "straight" appearing relationship does not invalidate your bisexuality.

now.

moving on from that.

loki spoilers under the cut. (i may make more posts about this episode since i do have screencaps so we'll see)

what was that????? I have so many mixed feelings

i see. hm. I see the direction you're taking this in, Disney - no. I don't. Let's try to break this down,,, shall we?

loki x sylvie is??? the ship that Disney is running with this episode and for the foreseeable future??? I hope the next episode or future episodes sort of fixes this bc we know the tva is making things all sort of wonky and weird

but did we need a selfcest main relationship

absolutely not

LIKE????? Up to this point loki was doing so well. I'll acknowledge the mobius x loki shippers and admittedly there could be something there, but we didn't even need like, any romantic relationships and i know we all liked the sibling banter-y dynamic we had going with loki and sylvie

what have they done to my boy

THEY PRUNED MY BOY maybe not really but i had to watch my boy get pruned anyways

im also morbidly kind of impressed that marvel gave us a hetero-appearing relationship right after loki's bi crumb that we were fed. like, we all had a feeling that this was a little too much progress to be true, but since there wasnt really any type of woman around for loki to like romantically be involved in we thought we were safe

we need a counter for the amount of times mobius called sylvie loki's girlfriend and i made a face

#📓.marvel #loki #spoilers for loki

[tadpole-san]

MASTERLIST !

KEY ! ✧ - sfw ✦ - nsfw ☾ - angst ⛧ - headcanon

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DC ! d.g. - dick grayson ✧☾ - are we still friends?  ;  titans! d.g. x gender neutral! reader

Its been a year since you've seen Dick - a year since the two of you severed ties with a relationship that wouldn't stand the distance of leaving the vigilante life behind. But when he finds his place back in the life you've made without him, can you really find it in yourself to deny it to him?

part one 

part two

j.t. - jason todd ✧ - dog-eared pages  ;  j.t. x gender neutral! reader

You get very particular about how one is supposed to read your comic books. Jason is just trying to understand why you'd read about superheroes when you can see them in real life.

✧☾ - poison  ;  titans! j.t. x gender neutral! reader

Having turned away from the Titans, and now, from Rose, Jason realizes that there's really only one person he still hasn't truly left behind.

Somewhere in Gotham, your phone rings.

✧ - sleeping beauty  ;  j.t. x female! reader

You're not sleeping, you insist. Your boyfriend, for all that he's a dozen times more stubborn than you'll ever be, can't seem to find himself swayed by your self-proclamation.

✧☾ - the sun will shine on us again  ;  j.t. x asgardian! reader

The first time you meet the Red Hood, you think he's kind - kinder than he wants to let on beyond the literal (and figurative) mask he wears.

Jason, on the other hand, thinks you're the most beautiful person he's ever seen. Even amongst a race of gods and goddesses to a man of Midgard.

k. - klarion the witch boy

✧⛧ - living together w/ klarion & getting pranked  ;  k. x gender neutral! reader

MCU ! d. - druig ✧ - beautiful centuries  ;  d. x asgardian! reader

Snapshots of your relationship with Druig throughout the different eras of your lifetime. The Eternal, loving you from the moment he set eyes on you - and you, the warrior whose loyalty lay with the throne, even as he became your heart and home.

MHA ! d./t.t. - dabi/touya todoroki ✧ - in the aftermath  ;  d./t.t. x gender neutral! reader

When all is said and done - when the man you think you can love has revealed himself to the world - you're the one who gets to see what remains when the show is over. Everything is peeling away and falling to pieces, bit by bit.

There are still some things you can fix.

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