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@xstormclad and I plotted a post endgame thread 

The battle had been a complete blur, Wanda was sure she wasn’t alone in believing that. The jarring experience of reappearing coupled with the sudden call to arms had left her with little time to adjust to her new reality. It was five years in the future, she had missed five years of her life. That thought alone had filled her with enough anger and bitterness to take on Thanos, enough courage to see the battle through. After all, there was someone she needed to live through to see again. 

After the fighting was done, there had been efforts to do a roll call, to get food and water for everyone and medical attention for those who needed it. Wanda looked around frantically, trying to locate her husband amongst the crowds of weary fighters. She’d seen him fighting during the battle but they had both been too distracted to call his attention. Wanda hadn’t come back from the dead to lose anyone now. 

Finally, she spotted him, helping lift some rubble off someone’s leg. Her feet did the work. Carrying her through the crowds as she called his name. “Thor!” She screamed to alert him to her presence five seconds before she threw herself at him. 

[xagentcarter]

@xstormclad​ 

𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒙𝒕𝒐𝒏, Oklahoma. Not the last place one miss Agent Carter expected to find a report of suspicious activity, but still, a surprising one. Even more so when she arrives in the town, finding it to be as unremarkable and unassuming as she’d expected. It’s quaint, calm, and if she were to be frank -- boring. Perhaps, then, it was the perfect place for suspicious activity. If Peggy hadn’t been head of an organization specifically designed to keep an eye on suspicious activity in unassuming places, it likely would have gone overlooked. Peggy checked her watch: 7:00 AM. She hoped he was awake. Not that it would have stopped her, of course. She’d come all the way from New York to this man’s doorstep with the express intention of recruiting him for her infant SHIELD. In her briefcase was a dossier detailing all of the incredible things that coincidentally seemed to happen every time he was around, or even more miraculous things, like the sudden disappearance of a massive tornado just as it touched the edge of Broxton.  All she knew was that he was an amnesiac G.I. who had some interestingly perfect timing. It was Peggy’s smoking gun, and she needed to follow the lead. So she knocked on his door, three neat, staccato beats, and then announced herself with ---              “Mr. Blake? Agent Carter here, with the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division. May I come in?”

[xstormclad]

⟫⟫ starter for @iincantatriix

     “Losing our homeworld was... more painful to me than I prefer to allow anyone to see.” Thor looked away from his wife, but he gripped her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Without Amora by his side, he didn’t know how he would have raised New Asgard. With her, though, he felt as if he could do anything. 

     “I can’t thank you enough for standing by me, my love.”

[bornathief-blog]

in a desert, with a god.

@xstormclad

how do you end up in new mexico with a norse god? you ask politely, that’s how. but no, really, a break from new york was just what she needed, and thor needed help. a museum in yuma had stumbled across a find during a recent dig, and it turned out it was something odin left behind eons ago. apparently it was very special, and belonged in an asgardian vault. but he couldn’t just waltz in and take it, no, that’s where felicia came in.

he was refilling the truck he chose from the rental place at a quiet little gas station, and felicia came out with two sodas in hand, stepping off the curb in cowboy boots and a short, sheer little dress — don’t think the attendant’s tongue didn’t roll out of his mouth like some cartoon wolf.  pushing silver hair behind her ears as she strolled over to the car.

❛ so, why is this thing so important? ❜

[gospelgraved-a-blog]

@xstormclad

      On a scale of one to ten, this was not the worst storm she’d ever been caught out in. For one she wasn’t in a questionable boat out at sea in the middle of November. So a solid five on the scale. And that was mostly because of the dead woman she was following. 

      A woman she’d known, once. 

      Of course, the universe couldn’t let her have a quiet evening of stalking a dead person. Naturally, things had to get -- weird. Clarke was so intent on her undead quarry she barely noticed her surroundings. Which was why she bumped into some other soul with a death wish. 

      But before she could apologize pain lanced through her head. She literally choked on her words and staggered into a wall. Death was something she was constantly aware of. She knew its texture intimately. 

      She didn’t have the slightest clue what she was feeling from the stranger. But it was death and -- a lack she couldn’t explain. Like -- the Angel. 

      “Oh no --” she groaned. “Not another one --”

[qceenmother]

          “Thor, come here my love.” She held out her hand for him            to take. Her heart was heavy, and though she wished for             nothing more than to lock herself away, to let herself give            into sorrow, she knew she couldn’t. Her son needed her,            perhaps more than her people. He was her son, her first            and perhaps her last. Though she knew he didn’t understand            it, that his father would never return to them. They were            all alone now, just the two of them. “Come and sit with            me.”

@xstormclad gets a thing

[egilsdottir]

Fairy c:

@xstormclad | POSITIVITY DROP: HALLOWEEN EDITION!

Fairy: Tag someone who you see as an asset to the community at large.

@sigrvif​ because the mun is sweet af & @oneformischief​ because they are hella chill! i love people who are easy to get along with ooc tbh!

[xdovahkiinn]

invictus | xstormclad.

@xstormclad.

      ARDITH had considered defending Asgard’s dragons an achievement. The slaughtering of the creatures for a centuries-old crime had seemed senseless to her; why punish them for an act done ages ago, by a dragon no longer living? Did they not deserve a chance to learn, too? To rectify their ancestor’s wrongs? It was an achievement, a victory, to defend them, to give them the chance to live and to change.         When she had been summoned to their temple, she had expected kind words of thanks, or perhaps even an honorary title. Instead, she received a gift so precious, so...incredible, she hadn’t had the words to thank them. First there had been a blood ritual, something quick but powerful, in which her soul twined with that of a dragon’s as dragonblood flowed through her veins. Next -- next was what she hadn’t had words for. Next was her very own dragonform. In thanks for her saving their lives, they bestowed upon her the gift to become the very kind of creature she had defended. She had flown with them that night, in her dragonform, midnight blue scales glittering in the moonlight. Her new blood was humming with energy, with power so raw she felt as if she could do anything, absolutely anything she wanted to.        She’d been found out, of course. People talk. Whispers began to spread through Asgard, and soon enough, she’d been shackled and brought to a trial so hilariously biased she nearly laughed.  Well, she thought, when they throw me in the dungeon, I can turn. This whole palace will crumble as I escape.          So it was now that she stood before the very elite of Asgard, hands bound. She’d only been minimally mussed up on the journey out, so her wild curls and the blue warpainted streaks down one side of her face were intact. Her various furs, pieced together with rudimentary stitching, and scuffed boots were practical in the wilderness, but in this palace of kings, she looked like a vagabond, as wild and dangerous as the creatures she rescued -- and became.       “SO,” she said, the ghost of a chuckle echoing in her voice, like she knew what was coming and it amused her. She noticed that in the echo of her voice was a deeper resonance, as if it hinted at the raw power locked inside. It made her smirk. She leveled a stare and passed it around the room, from the Warrior’s Three to Sif to Odin and even Thor, the thunder god himself. “Let’s hear it. Who’s first?”