I Finished Coloring My Art! Hopefully It Doesn't Look Too Horrible. Anyway, I Am Over COVID And So Is

This isn't completely done, I still have to color this! I am just here to say I'm alive and will be back with prompts soon, fanfiction writers!

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What's up! I'm back at it again on Tumblr, so what has happened in the time I was gone?

Actually don't answer that, I don't want nightmares in my brain.

Hope you all are having a great holiday!

Marvel Prompt!

This idea was created by me and my brother, through just random banter that I just remembered we had about two days ago.

So, Stephen created a time loop to hold Dormamu (how ever you spell the name) hostage in order to bargain the freedom of Earth. But my brother and I thought about what Stephen would do in one particular loop, which ended up becoming this:

Stephen spends around thousands of years in a time loop, though it varies on who you ask, and in about nearly three quarters of that time what of Stephen started to do some random bullshit to really annoy the entity. Just become annoying at shit to piss of Dormamu and confuse em. Like dancing over, midair, the griddy like: 'Dormamu I'm here to talk a negotiation.'

I don't know why but this genuinely made me laugh for several minutes thinking about this when I was talking with my brother, brought to actual tears. If anyone makes this a fanfiction please send me the link!

😎Marvel Prompt Time!!! 😎

Loki is a character that is complex in the fact that he is conflicted internally, as he wants to do the right thing but doesn't knows how and that it wouldn't matter in the end.

From his home life being disfuctional, neglected and essentially being raised with the intent to be a bargaining chip, to being treated as the villain consistently despite countless effort to show he can be a hero, Loki is just handed out the worst cards over and over. It makes sense he acts the way he does.

If the myths have any truth, Loki also suffered abuse in many forms besides the emotional neglect he endured. Possibly his mouth being sewn shut the biggest one.

It makes sense then that he would be in a constant state of hypervigilance and pushing back against anyone: especially Thor.

But the chronic stress and torture on his mind from the constant cycle takes a toll.

So my prompt to the fanfic writers:

Loki has reach his breaking point. The const stress, hypervigilance, the paranoia that anyone and everyone is against him, and the negative world views, causes his internal narrative to collapse. He can't hide his feelings anymore, screaming into an empty meadow on an empty planet, everything- every feeling inside starting to drown him.

Loki can't even physically stand, pushed to his knees and dropping his head to the ground with his arms around himself. This is Loki at his lowest. His magic is uncontrollable at this point as well, lashing out and exploding at random some parts of the ground, creating pillars of ice and thunder, ripping apart the planet inch by inch.

Then Thor appears to Loki, real and true. He could feel Loki's soul tearing itself up and about to implode. He tries to reach out to Loki desperately, to save his sibling from himself. Loki pushes Thor away.

Thor isn't deterred.

Shielding himself using his hammer, Thor makes his way to Loki through the chaos. When he finally reaches his brother, he falls beside him and takes Loki into his arms. Holding Loki tight Thor says the thing that cuts through to Loki's conscious: I love you, Loki.

With no barriers to stop the emotions from rising, no strength inside his heart to continue pushing Thor away, Loki sobs as he allows himself to be held. The chaotic hurricane around the brothers becoming lesser and lesser. Thor repeats the words and quietly murmurs words of reassurance.

Thor tells Loki he is forgiven and that he is sorry for his part in Loki's suffering.

They stay there, the chaos finally gone and the peace returning, allowing themselves at last the space to letting themselves to feel grief. To feel anything at all.

When the time comes, Thor offers Loki his hand to go home. Not to Asgard, but home. Home with Thor. Loki makes a choice; taking Thor's hand and following him back.

💜 Marvel Prompt ❤️

"Why can't you see you matter?"

(Clint walks along the hall, heading to a specific room, though his mind lost.)

Clint: *internally* How bad is it that Tony is hiding from us? What could knock him down that far, to push us away? I just want my friend back, man. I miss my buddy.

(Tony had been distant as of lately. Something had happened when he went to a meeting with some officials to discuss important business and affairs. He came back guarded, cautious, and overall just blocked up emotionally. He didn't say anything about the meeting with the officials, nor did he talk about what was wrong. It bothered everyone. It especially bothered Clint.)

Clint: *Stands in front of Tony's bedroom* Tony? Are you okay, I'm worried man...

(It was silent)

Clint: *Hesitant* ...Tony?

(It was silent)

Clint: *Knocks on the door* Tony, are you even in there?

(It was silent)

(Clint on his last nerve, ready to ask JARVIS where Tony is, tries the door handle. It was unlocked.)

Clint: *Surprised* ...huh. Well that's convenient.

(Walking inside Tony's room it was clear that he was in here, tablets with different projects were strewn about the place, Clint could also here something creaking. Following the noise had Clint find Tony in bed. He looked tired, in more ways than one.)

Clint: *Gently sits down* Tony... are you okay? You've been down since you came back and everyone is a mess about it. I am even worried. I want to make stuff with you again, have are banter and sarcasm back. I...

(Clint wanted Tony back. He wanted him happy again, full of life, creating and pushing technology to new limits. Clint wanted Tony to be okay. He wanted him back beside him again, not away and cold to him.)

Tony: *glances at Clint* ...I'm fine. Just having a rough patch, I'll be up and at again soon enough.

(Clint knew it was a lie.)

Clint: *Firmly* Tony, what is really the matter? Since you came back, something has been on your mind and eating away at you for the last few days. You are clearly not fine.

(Tony didn't say anything for a few moments. He looked as if he was thinking about his next few words or possibly about what he wanted to say about the problem.)

Tony: *Quietly* I... I was reminded of a bad time. During- He... I..

(Tony was struggling on his next words, but Clint was patient. He held Tony's hand unconsciously and gave a gentle squeeze.)

Tony: *little whine* I had been talking with a guy from the military, a sergeant I think? H-he, I was talking about something- maybe the issues they had containing some of the villains? The guy kinda started arguing with me... It ended with words that brought up bad memories, and stuff people used to tell me that I tried to forget about.

(Clint was calm for Tony the entire time. Inside he was burning, rabid with the need to seek justice for Tony. To hurt the man who hurt his precious treasure, his teams leader. Clint wanted to leave a statement to all who dare try again.)

Clint: *Calmly* Is that why you decided to hide away?

Tony: *Nods*

Clint: *sighs* Welp, that won't do Tony. You need space, I get it, but this is beyond healthy at this point. We are going to get some fresh air in the common room. Up we go!

(Clint picks up Tony bridal style, earning him a squeak from Tony.)

Tony: *embarrassed* I can walk, Clint!

Clint: *flirty* Yeah, but this way I can carry a beautiful and smart genius! Can't have you exsert yourself after the rough day you had. Let your loyal archer carry you! *Winks*

(Tony is blushing bright red by the time they reach the common room. Everyone is there and clearly waiting for the both of them. JARVIS must have call them all.)

Thor: *Happy and relieved* Tony! It is nice to see you out and about again.

Steve: *Concerned* It is nice to see you again, but are you alright?

Hulk: *grunts and walks over to pat Tony's head* Metal man no longer hiding away. Good.

Natasha: *smiles softly but remain quiet*

(Clint sits himself down on the couch, Tony being held hostage in his lap. No amount of squirming would get Clint to let go of him. Tony gave up after twenty seconds, accepting his fate and tucking his head into Clint's shoulder.)

Clint: *Content* Tony allowed me to bring his gorgeous butt out of his room, though it's up to Tony if he wants to tell you anything.

Tony: *Flustered* You can tell them Clint. Also I'm not all that...

Clint: Yes you are Tony, your personality and perfect adorable looks are why I fell in love with you.

(Clint froze at that, wishing his brain had a filter or at least common sense to think first before blurting things out. Tony blue screened at the confession. Clint quickly changed the subject to explain what had caused Tony to push away from them, growing angry again at the knowledge again. The team also looked furious. Natasha left the room. That sergeant most likely won't be the one okay soon enough. The others that remained gave Tony the comfort he clearly needed.)

(When Tony and Clint were left alone, the others leaving to grab snacks for movie time, Tony decided to ask the question he was desperate for an answer to.)

Tony: *whispering* Did you mean it?

Clint: *Hesitant and scared* Yeah, yeah I did mean it Tony. Everything about you is why I really like you. You matter to us, Tony. You matter so much to me...

(Without giving himself a chance to back out, Clint grabbed Tony's chin and made him look at him. Clint placed a soft kiss on Tony's lips. Pulling back Clint saw Tony looking at him in surprise, blushing different shades of red. Then Tony pressed a kiss to his cheek.)

Tony: I like you too. I didn't think anyone would like me like that, but I'm glad it's you.

Clint: *snorted* Well it isn't just me who loves you that way.

Tony: *jerks up* Wait what!?

Clint: N-Nothing!

If you make this into a proper fanfiction, please link me your work so that I may read the glorious content!!! 😄

Seems legit!

aizawa: so mic and I are going to adopt a child

shinsou: *happy* congrat-

mic: *throws a pen and paper on the table*

mic: the child is you, sign here

Hey everyone, this post is going to be a bit different. Pride month is nearing an end and I was ask to make a special something for this project I'm in.

I want to talk about my journey with discovering my sexuality and gender identity, along with my battle with my disability battle with ADHD.

I was around 15 or 16 when I started to question my identity. I didn't understand what or why I was different from everyone else around me. I didn't understand why I faked being in love with boys or found myself only falling in love with fictional boys but not real guys. Then I began to think harder. I realized that maybe I wasn't so straight.

As I was finding my way I explored different labels, explored my gender, and eventually finally admitted that I needed therapy for my health.

At first I thought I was bisexual and nonbinary. At the time it felt correct, but time past and I realized it didn't make sense or feel right. I needed to keep looking. Then I identified as lesbian and demigirl, but once again later down the line they didn't feel like me.

Finding your identity takes time, trying things out for a time and seeing what makes you feel you. There is no rush, no impending doom waiting around the next second.

I finally found my gender when I was looking online about different genders in the trans and nonbinary umbrella: trigender.

Trigender is a gender similar to gender fluid. One identifies as three genders, whether all at once- like a mix of colors- or flux between the three- like colors melting into another.

Trigender was the labe that felt right, where I felt myself click into place. I felt like a woman, a man, but in between- nonbinary. It made sense and felt just right for me.

As for my sexuality? I am still into women, but I now use Gynosexual as my label. It is a gender neutral way to say that a person is attracted to women identifying genders or feminine traits. Which I am.

I also figured out I am ageosexual. Ageosexual is a sexuality on the asexual spectrum. Ageosexual is a sexuality where one isn't disgusted seeing anything sexual in nature, able to watch 'adult fun' without being uncomfortable, but still having no desire for sexual intercourse of any kind.

I can handle a sex scene or joke in media, but even the thought of actually having sex makes me uncomfortable and nauseous. I don't like even the thought of anyone I may date in the future see me naked, god forbid touch me.

I will hold hands, kiss on the cheek, peck on the mouth, cuddle, hug, but anything else is a no. Just no.

So after finding the labels that fit me and have found myself comfortable with them, I settled on my pronouns next: they/them. I didn't like being referred to as just she/her, just female. I liked the more neutral they/them as it feels better and more like me. It felt right. But everyone around is still having to get used to my pronouns and using them. Learning is still going on, my family no used to my pronouns as they spent years with my old ones.

But my mental health during this? I went to see a therapist at 16, working on my depression and anxiety first. I was prescribed medication to help deal with my issues and given tools to help manage what the medication can't. Medicine isn't a cure for mental health, it just helps manage the issues one has.

After I was given the starting tools I worked on myself and tried hard in high school. I was more energetic, I felt less tired, and I had more motivation. It didn't last however. I began to have issues with attention, I kept getting distracted easily, forgot things constantly, was restless, overall a mess without knowing why.

Then my doctor prescribed me with a medication I recognized my mother taking. It was one she took for her bipolar. So I thought for a while I had bipolar, stupid I know but hey I wasn't thinking clearly. But soon I was diagnosed with ADHD, given medication and tools I needed to manage things, and found myself more relaxed- and given confirmation that I do not have bipolar. I could sleep longer than four hours. I could finally have my thoughts slow down. I even could focus better.

But the struggle wasn't done. You see, during one summer on a boiling hot day, I tried to end my life by heat stroke. I had turned my heater on full blare on the hotest day that week. Then I took a nap, hoping to anyone listening that I wouldn't wake up. I woke up, drenched in sweat, realizing what I nearly done. I turned off the heater and quickly tried to cool myself down. I only confessed about till six to seven months after that happened. This was when I was around 19, probably 20. I had dropped high school before this, the stress of dealing with family problems, moving, and the pandemic just beginning. I wasn't great mentally.

I have also experienced cutting before, something common sadly with people dealing with depression and constant stress. It wasn't a good feeling. The pain of cutting was not what I enjoyed ever, but I am ashamed to say this, but I did like how it made me numb to everything.

In the present day I am much better, not perfect but not a mess, I'm simply okay. I've been through so much and have many years to go hopefully. To end this post as it is long enough as it is I will say this:

Your journey will not be like anyone else's, it's your life and you will find the pieces of yourself in time. You just have to find what feels right and what is comfortable. You may have a hard time with your disabilities, mental or physical, but you have support around you ready to help. There are people who want to help you get better, you'll find them. I know it. Just be kind to yourself, allow time to feel out what it is you need. And allow yourself to make mistakes.

The worst thing I ever did was try to be perfect, to be strong. In actually, it's okay to be weak and to be imperfect. We all need to learn by making mistakes, grow from them. And sometimes we need to let out emotions, to stop trying to hold everything inside.

It's okay to be yourself.

Marvel Prompt~ Stucky

Steve: Bucky, I love you, but could you let go?

(Steve was being cuddled so tightly in Bucky's arms, trapped in Bucky's room, being nuzzled.)

Bucky: Mine.

Steve: I know, but- *Ehh!*

(Steve tried to pull away. He fails obviously.)

Bucky: Mine.

Steve: *Ehh!*

Bucky: Mine.

Steve: *Ehh!!*

(Bucky kisses Steve.)

Bucky: MINE.

Steve: For the love of...

Marvel Prompt 😷🤕🤒

Welp, my family (including me) caught COVID. Not my mom though(hopefully). So to handle feeling like utter shit, I'ma make a prompt on my favorite characters felling like shit!

Prompt: Ironman and Hawkeye are in a battle with Hydra, being pushed into a corner away from the others. After being knocked out via emps and stun shots, Tony and Clint are kidnapped.

Later they wake up locked in separate cages. They find out there is a third cage. Inside is Loki, looking bad. Ragged breaths and appearing quite ill. Tony and Clint felt fear down their spins. Loki, nor Thor, couldn't get sick from human illness. What Loki was going through must have been Hydra's doing.

Then their cages started to fill with gas. Both men tried to hold their breath, knowing that it was probably the virus that infected Loki. They didn't last long. Each breath they took in was a burning sensation, already becoming harder to breathe at all. Fever, chills, pain in every muscle to a debilitating degree, it hit both Tony and Clint like a train full force.

Tony had it worse, his arc reactor already making it hard to gain air. He was clawing at his throat desperately. Clint was trying to stop coughing, each time failing. He could feel how his throat was already raw and dry.

Loki was curled up in a ball completely focused on himself, but was also trying to move closer to the glass. He was trying to reach Clint and Tony. To at least save them from this messed up fate.

Then a familiar roar echoed the facility, all the way to where the three were hidden. Hope burned within the group that they would potentially make it out of this alive, or at best receive justice.

Soon Natasha breached the room. Quickly scanning around before running to a terminal. She stops the cages gas chambers, quickly typing in something else. The virus gas was vacuumed out of the boxes and replaced with a new relief. Not a cure but more like an epidural. Tony barely escaped blacking out from chocking, sucking in oxygen deeply. Clint is panting, his throat in pain and so dry. And Loki? He was curled up on the floor of his cage, trying to calm down.

It didn't take long for the rest of the avengers to arrive, Thor sprinting towards his brother. The three soon find themselves in quarantine, Nick having sent a medical team to help them. Tony, Clint, and Loki were under monitor in case they had a declining health status.

The avengers waited by their side when they could, assuring them that they weren't going to leave them. They also made it clear that they were definitely in time out and would in fact be babied when they got home.

They didn't mind at all.