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[caiera-the-oldstrong]

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Caiera shifted Bruce so she was carrying him cradled in both of her arms. One hand hooked under his knees and the other supporting his back. Like Holku had once carried her over the lands of Sakaar. She bent her neck slightly so she could nuzzle her cheek against the top of Bruce’s head.

“I see no downside to startling you Beloved.” She teased. “I either get to see the adorable expression you make or I get to spar with Holku.”

[ironchosen]

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“sorry,” you apologize because you feel rude if you don’t, and of the things you care about it that’s pretty high on the list. bruce is good to you, and you’d like to give that back. so you shrug off that little suit jacket and sink your hands into the pockets of your jeans. the arc’s warm-bright from under your black tee, and since the poisoning started, you’ve taken to things with sleeves. you can at least conceal it, even if everyone knows. (nat’s forbidden you from getting in the suit. she insists she’ll always know and you totally believe her, she’s terrifying.)

“--i didn’t mean to drop in on you. i can’t believe i fucking lingered at a mall until it closed. i don’t even remember it. or i half do. god knows,” god knows. you don’t. and god doesn’t, because you’re pretty sure they don’t exist. though you assume god’s preferred pronoun and gender identity would be unspeakable by the human voice and unhearable by human ears. but, you digress. “the good doctor said i shouldn’t be alone when i called her.” therapy tires you out. you cross your arms and the arc pangs and that stings but you’ll live. “and before one of you called me because, i don’t know, there was a disturbance in the force or something, or before rogers got to me first--” fuckforbid, “--i thought i’d come see you?”

it sounds like a question. like do you want me here? like i don’t want me anywhere.

“might even be up for a sleepover as long as you can agree to a shit ton of bill nye the science guy.” aka the only television you’ve ever liked.

[mistressofmythsandlegends-blog]

What has teeth and holds back the Incredible Hulk? My zipper.

I.....

What?

[mistressofmythsandlegends-blog]

broken wings

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Seraphim is broken. She’d been broken before she ever changed herself to the mighty Seraphim; angelic and frightening. Unholiest holy being to ever breathe or be seen.

She is lost. She does not know where to go since being removed from that bizarre world she was born in. She can taste the bitterness of her own hatred, of her own feelings toward the bizarre metal that replaced her limbs. 

She goes where she knows. A large building; she can fly to his floor. She knows which one it is, she spent so long there it is not a distant memory. It is fresh, it is familiar. She saw it while in the world that created her, through illusions and memory.

But she fails to remember she needs clearance to enter the door and there are no doors, only windows. But there are windows. And she can fly. And her arms will not come to harm.

So she crashes in, arms in front of her face. So much stronger than she ever anticipated. But the act terrifies her as quickly as it is over, she collapses on the floor of the living room they shared once.

[caiera-the-oldstrong]

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“Beloved,” Caiera rested her elbow on the table and her chin in her hand. She was in her Human Form for convince. Moving around Bruce’s lab was difficult in her True Form. “Do you prefer it when I am in this shape or do you prefer when I am in my natural shape?”

[caieratheshadowqueen]

Atlantis: the Lost Empire AU

"Mi nín nu hăban ă Mawkaw Magkong vivazümen luba," a being with a ferocious face and a spear observes, looking at the glow in the distance of the Great Desert.

"Fíd, shu mil shid firule'u. Líkon lí toam bam vulan po í fōl kăn í vüai," the obvious leader answers. It gestures with its spear towards the light and the group takes off running towards it.

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[bluebxmfing]

It’s Not Easy Being Green. Or Blue.

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     Kurt has had a good day. He hasn’t run into any trouble from just walking down the street, the bamfs are in good humor, he has good music playing in his ears. Over all it’s been a rather peaceful day. So of course something has to blow up.

     He almost groans after the obvious sounds of distress from a street or so down his path. Too distracted though, the idea of people getting hurt always concerns him. He ups his pace and jumps up onto a car, using it to spring high enough that he can see where he’s teleporting. Right onto the edge of.. Whatever this event is.

     The elf wafts smoke away from his face, for once not his own, and crouches close to the ground.

    “I am not sure who you are! But please stop wrecking this street! I have had good day so far, and would not like to end it in anger! Or pain.. Pain, even less so..” He scratches his head and removes his earbuds so he can hear the response. If there is one.

[mistressofmythsandlegends-blog]

Threesome with Dr Bruce Banner and the Hulk?

“What? No. How would that even work?”