[shardsofstark]

𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 . . .

{shardsofstark} — independent, highly selective, mutuals only original character blog for Nadia Stark of the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Blog is mostly based around canon events but takes some aspects and runs ten miles in every direction on five different tracks. (i.e. very chaotic). Lover of AU's, angst, chaos and heavily runs off ✨vibes ✨. Blog will contain faceclaims some people consider to be toxic. May also contain triggers regarding: emotional abuse, self harm (emotional), mental health issues, death, loss and grief, abandonment, betrayal, violence and survivors guilt. Blog may also contain mentions of: alcoholism, smoking and may contain dark themes.

. . . 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨.

blog roll: @cag3dsong (multi) about: Jess, 28, she/her, gmt activity: low 001. carrd, 002. opens, 003. memes currently reading: tbd: open to suggestions currently watching: The Punisher: One Last Kill

Disclaimer: The events and relationships presented on this carrd represent the mun’s individual interpretation of Nadia’s narrative. It is understood that other muses may perceive these dynamics differently. The mun welcomes collaborative plotting to establish a shared canon that aligns authentically with both characters.

[shardsofstark]

She  stood  in  the  open  doorway  of  the  dorm  room,  arms  crossed,  wearing  the  kind  of  neutral  expression  that  only  a  Stark  could  weaponise  into  both  affection  and  judgement  at  the  same  time.  Months  had  passed—  missions,  chaos,  and  the  family  tradition  of  pretending  that  sending  a  single  “u  alive?”  text  every  few  weeks  counted  as  meaningful  communication—  but  seeing  Nicolette  again  eased  something  in  her  chest  she’d  never  admit  existed.

“Knock,  knock,”  tone  flat  enough  to  pass  for  a  system  diagnostic.  “Figured  I  should  check  in  before  you  start  telling  people  I’ve  been  dead  for  six  months.”  The  faint  curve  at  the  corner  of  her  mouth  softened  the  jab,  just  enough  to  make  the  warmth  unmistakable.

@chains0flove liked for a starter.

[eloiscbridgerton]

HACKS 5.04 – Who's Making Dinner?

[shardsofstark]

There’s  a  beat  of  laughter,  an  unmistakable  fond  grin  tugging  at  the  corners  of  her  mouth  as  she  folds  herself  around  the  girl  in  a  quick,  practiced  hug.  “I  can’t  wait  to  get  the  tour—  sounds  like  you’re  actually  starting  to  call  this  place  home.” Her  arms  tighten  for  a  second,  the  closest  she’s  going  to  get  to  saying  I  missed  you  for  now.  She  pulls  back,  a  small  groan  escaping  at  the  mention  of  the  trip.

“The  journey  was  as  smooth  as  you  can  expect  from  Washington  in  the  middle  of  winter,”  she  drawls,  stepping  fully  out  of  the  driver’s  seat  after  having  been  only  half  out  when  Nicolette  bombarded  her. The  ’63  Mustang  Fastback  was  a  project  car  she  loved  to  pieces  —  and  also,  admittedly,  a  bit  of  a  deathtrap,  though  less  so  after  her  renovations.  It  had  not  appreciated  the  seven‑hour  haul.

She  locks  the  car  and  cranes  her  head  back  to  take  in  the  mansion  sprawling  before  them.  “Damn  kid.  Knew  this  place  was  fancy,  but  this  is  something  else.” @thenamesallison cont from here

[awbuckyno]

Wynonna Earp Appreciation Week: DAY 7 ☼ Free Choice - Wynonna + the Ladies

[mantcdea]

The change in topic isn't random, not in the slightest. It is intentional. Perhaps if Nadia is reminded of that moment, she will realize how strong she really is. No matter how many times her grief knocks her down, Nadia is capable of getting up, even when it feels impossible.

Her lips pull into a soft smile when the woman lets out something akin to a laugh, and Mantis allows her body to relax, to shift in her chair so that she can fully face her.

She even giggles when Nadia calls them assholes. Her antennae twitch with delight and clear amusement. Only now does the Celestial realize how much she needed to laugh after the painfully recent events.

The delicate silence that follows dims the smile on her face, and Mantis sighs. Eyes flick to the coffee stains on the ground, and quiet a wave of melancholy washes over her.

"It would have been easier to stay down," she points out, tentatively bringing her gaze to Nadia's face. "But you didn't." Her hands, still folded on her lap, refrain from wringing and fiddling, though not without effort. Mantis' voice is small and hopeful when she adds: "Remember that."

[shardsofstark]

 Her  gaze  flicks  towards  her.  She  holds  it  for  a  moment,  not  offering  anything  in  return,  just  observing  the  way  mantis  says  it  with  such  certainty.  Like  it's  something  to  be  proud  of.  Her  hands  shift  around  the  coffee  mug,  eyes  tracking  downwards  again  now.   “  It  was  stupid.  ”  She  deadpands.  “  Not  brave.  ”  She  lets  out  a  slow  breath,  shifting  her  posture  to  lean  more  heavily  back  against  the  counter  now,  one  elbow  resting  there  as  she  does  so.  And  because  she  considers  Mantiis  a  friend.  .  .   even  if  her  emotional  capacity  is  overbearing  sometimes,  she  concedes-  “  I  wanted  to  feel  something  other  than  lost.  ”  her  voice  is  softer  now,  grief  seeping  in  as  she  remembers.  “  Me  and  Tony  weren't  talking.  He'd  missed  my  birthday  again.  I  was  angry  and  upset  and  getting  hurt  was  better  than  sitting  in  my  own  head.  "  a  humourless  laugh  “  It  didn't  get  me  anywhere.  ”  she  adds  after  a  moment.  “  Tony  didn't  magically  pay  attention.  ”  another  breath,  longer  this  time.  She  shakes  her  head  as  though  she  can  forget  it.  Because  what  does  it  matter?  What  does  any  of  it  matter?  They'd  fixed  it.  They'd  made  amends.  He  was  her  brother  again.  .  .  and  now  he  was  dead.  Her  jaw  works,  and  she  pushes  down  the  lump  in  her  throat  and  blinks  rapidly  to  clear  the  tears  that  are  gathered  there.  Eyes  burning. 

[heartssarrow]

-Han Kang - The Vegetarian

[wretchedhearted]

⤏ send me “plots please”

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[shardsofstark]

The  warehouse  smells  like  gunpowder,  rainwater,  and  blood. 

Enough  to  mean  someone  has  made  a  mess  of  things  before  Nadia  even  got  there.  Typical.  Her  boots  crunch  over  broken  glass  as  she  steps  through  what  used  to  be  the  side  entrance,  one  hand  still  curled  around  the  grip  of  her  weapon,  the  other  flicking  two  fingers  toward  the  small  drone  hovering  near  her  shoulder. 

Its  light  dims  instantly,  obedient  and  silent,  as  the  scan  paints  the  room  in  muted  blue  across  the  inside  of  her  glasses.  Four  bodies.  Two  breathing.  One  barely.  And  one  man  standing  in  the  middle  of  it  all  like  the  violence  had  been  built  around  him.

 Frank  Castle.  Of  course. 

Nadia  exhales  through  her  nose,  slow  and  unimpressed,  though  her  pulse  kicks  once  at  the  sight  of  the  rifle  in  his  hands  and  the  blood  darkening  his  sleeve.  Not  all  his,  probably.  Maybe  some.  Hard  to  tell  with  him. 

“Castle,”  she  says,  voice  flat  as  she  steps  further  inside.  “I’d  say  this  is  a  surprise,  but  apparently  I  still  have  optimism  I  need  to  kill  off.” 

The  drone  shifts  slightly,  angling  toward  the  far  side  of  the  warehouse  where  crates  sit  stacked  beneath  a  torn  plastic  sheet.  Stark  Industries  markings  stare  back  at  her  from  the  stamped  metal  like  an  accusation. 

Her  jaw  tightens. 

“That,”  she  continues,  nodding  toward  the  crates,  “is  my  problem.” 

Then  her  gaze  cuts  back  to  him. 

“And  before  you  get  territorial  about  the  pile  of  unconscious  gunrunners,  I’m  not  here  for  your  hobby.  I’m  here  because  someone  is  moving  repurposed  Stark  tech  through  Hell’s  Kitchen,  and  I’d  rather  not  find  out  what  happens  when  one  of  your  charming  little  street  wars  gets  upgraded  with  repulsor  parts.”  A  beat.  Something  moves  near  the  back  office.  Barely  a  scrape.  Barely  anything  at  all.  Nadia’s  weapon  lifts  half  an  inch.  Her  eyes  stay  on  Frank.

 “Please  tell  me  you  left  one  conscious  enough  to  answer  questions.”

@odditymuse liked for a starter! (Frank Castle)

[wynonnaearpdaily]

Wynonna taking her helmet off or a shampoo ad with Melanie, you call.

[shardsofstark]

 {  text  to:  Tony  Stark  }:  tracking  me?????  Ofc  you  are  🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

{  text  to:  Tony  Stark  }:  god  u  SUCK

{  text  to:  Tony  Stark  }:  you  are  a  PR  crisis  in  a  suit,  don't  come  for  me

{  text  to:  Tony  Stark  }:  who  says  it's  a  man?  👀

Cont from here with @philanthropic

[shardsofstark]

Nadia drives a restored 1965 Ford Mustang Fastback.

By modern standards— essentially a death trap.

Which, if you know Nadia, is very fitting for my muse. And by “drives,” I don’t mean it lives in a garage after being lovingly restored. I mean she drives this thing across the freaking country.

Forty-hour drive from Washington to Malibu? Bet. This car is her baby. The car that feels the most her.

She does also drive a modern SUV with all the tech, but that’s more of a work car. The only other car she owns is a 1996 Lotus Elise, but that mostly lives in a garage and only occasionally gets taken for a spin.

Also? You just KNOW Tony has an aneurysm the first time he sees her with the Mustang and truly that is so funny to me.

[conflu3nce]

≽ Revelation 9:6 — During those days people will seek death but will not find it; they will long to die, but death will elude them.

The multiverse didn’t shatter all at once. It fractured slowly. Quietly. Hairline cracks spreading through realities that were never meant to touch. Until eventually the walls between worlds stopped holding altogether.

Now cities bleed into each other. The dead walk beside gods. Magic infects science. Entire timelines vanish overnight while others appear where they should not exist. Safe zones rise and fall in the space of weeks. Survivors adapt or they disappear.

Some call it the Collapse.

Others call it the Confluence.

This is a world where universes have collided beyond repair. Where fractured realities have reshaped the earth into something unstable, violent, and constantly evolving. Familiar places remain but twisted into something unrecognisable by the worlds bleeding into them.

Alexandria stands beside the ruins of cities that never belonged to its world. Stark technology circulates through settlements powered by scavenged generators. Supernaturals hide among survivors while things far worse move through the dark between safe zones.

No universe survived untouched.

And some things that crossed over never should have existed at all.

WELCOME TO THE CONFLUENCE— a multi-fandom apocalyptic discord based RPG centred around survival, fractured realities, horror, shifting alliances, and the collapse of the multiverse itself.

[shardsofstark]

I'm screaming kfdjgkh !!!! @xunreinx is tryna kill me off

[shardsofstark]

Where should you be kissed?

Palm

you give and give. you are a gentle heart, broken but still standing... always lending a hand for those who need it, expecting nothing in return. you deserve someone taking your hand and kissing your open palm, the hands which have selflessly helped so many others.

Tagged by: @intcthatgoodnight

Tagging: @halliwhell @rapookiesmonsters @ppctts @impossibleormerelyfantastic

[rpm3mes]

Want to destroy and break my muse?

Then tell them the one thing you think that will break them. Hurt them. Open those scars up once again.

[triquetrae]

"we can sit here and we can argue about what might or might not happen in the future, or you can just set all that aside and let me hold you... i really don't want to lose you." "i'm still here... i'm still here."