Red Shoes-love Nikki FanArt

Red shoes-love Nikki FanArt

Original art of aspects of my personality.

Relatable

Mom, dad, I read gay porn at night. Don’t be ashamed. Just think that I could be drinking or smoking or having sex with a lot of people or being pregnant, but no… I Just read gay fanfics. You should feel proud. I guess.

Should be doing work... instead I’m browsing tumblr and reading fanfic

Stop what you’re doing. Reblog if you should be sleeping or doing work.

Young Heros-Thor

An avengers one-shot series

Thor

The fight was long lasting, destruction rot the streets, civilians unable to find safety cower behind rubble. Thor took this all in, barely conscious, his hammer laying out of sight. His team mate struggled with their foe, a new villain with powers in seen.

He struggled to heave himself out off the concrete hole he created. Mind only half there and strength waining, he drew on his resolve to protect the planet he deemed his.

Light foot step approached, he glanced up to the small body, a light girl in a purple dress, frilly socks, high heals and no hair on her skull, only a flower head band. In her arms was mjolnir, his beloved hammer, small shaking hand held the tool out to him.

This child, tear filled eyes, and a reassuring smile, braved the dangerous field to deliver him a valuable item and chosen weapon. This little human, pure intentions, heart of gold, and courage to rival a lion was why he fought for this planet.

Humans were curious creatures, so weak and fragile, but powerful in their own right.

“Be safe.” She whispered as he took his hammer back. With one last smile she turned and fled to safety.

...

Lucy wasn’t all that special. She wasn’t particularly good at anything, and other kids didn’t want to play with her. They all thought she was contagious.

Lucy wasn’t to concerned with that though, cancer was a war she had won. She had been on the brick of death for so long and she had won fair and square. She knew most of that had to be contributed to her loving supportive family. They stayed by her side through it all. Lucy did all she could for them.

And she survived.

So when another force rot destruction on the city, as a new villain arose, lucy continued to survive, to fight for her life, even as the frozen face of her mommy and the headless body of her sister flashed through her mind. Her daddy and big brothers were out of state for a boys trip, and she had to live to be with them.

Tears filled her large eyes and her bottom lip wiggled as she forced herself not to cry, she had to be brave, she had to get to safety. She crawled under rubble for safety, knowing being out in the open would be much worse.

The was a sharp sound of something slicing through wind just as silver raced across her vision. The thing slammed into the ground so hard she could feel the earth beneath her rumble.

She shuffled warily over to the small crater, finding a war hammer buried in the ground. She studied the intricate designs knowing she recognized the tool... Thor’s Hammer. Her head snapped up in search of the alien prince, gaze zeroing in one a burly man pulling himself out of a pit. Silver armor, red cloak, blond hair, that was Thor.

Gingerly, lucy picked up the item, finding it to be lighter than it appeared. She eyed in speculatively, knowing it should be a heavy piece of metal but having no time to ponder the fact. She scuttled towards the thunder god, hesitant to be out in the open, vulnerable to the bad guys.

She awkwardly held the weapon out to him. When she caught his worried eyes she couldn’t help the sad but reassuring smile that grew on her lips despite the tears in her eyes and grief in the heart.

As he withdrew Lucy of her burden, she offered her farewell.

“Be Safe.”

Death wasn’t foreign to Lucy, she spent most of her life on what she assumed would be her death bed, but she survived, she knew a survivor when she saw one.

Three Buckys and a Wild Tony-chap1

Tony...didn’t know how he ended up in this situation.

How does one come to be cornered by three versions of the man who murdered his parents. Bucky, while he knows wasn’t responsible for his actions, was the one to pull the trigger. Tony, for his part, was coming to terms with that, but wasn’t close enough to warrant having to endure (and possibly kind of enjoy) the hungry eyes of the three men.

Suppose he could start from the beginning...

———

The war was over...Tony huffed a hysterical laugh,raising a hand to his forehead. The Stones were scattered across the ground, still very much alive but not in use. Thanos’ body wasn’t far from Tony, as he hadn’t taken the time to move away once he had gotten the gauntlet to bring back the Dusted.

“Gather the stones, we need to get them some where safe where we can destroy them. “ he ordered, voice straining in exhaustion, damn he was getting old. Already, so damaged, beaten and bent but never broken. Tony Stark didn’t break, he was flexible, he was a futurist, he really needed a nice long nap if he was actually monologuing in his head for absolutely no reason. He probably had a minor concussion, so made a nap was a bad idea right now. A breathed a sigh, then cringed at the scent of blood and sweat filled his nostrils. Damn! What he really needed was a shower!

He glanced around, taking in old and new faces, people who he fought besides to end a bloody war. Fucking Thanos screwed up a lot of people, his eye caught Nebula’s, his new robot daughter. Yeah, he really needed to stop mentally adopting people, even if he denied it outright.

Thor held the power stone in a cloth, Steve had the mind stone in his gloved had, same with Quill and the reality stone, Loki had the space stone on a Magic’s sphere, tony himself had the soul stone in his gauntlet. Oh, there’s Barnes grasping the active Time stone in his bare hand, his metal one having been blasted off again, in the short time it had taken to get rid of Thanos’ army.

...shit

“Bucky!” Steve shouted

“Drop it Barnes!” Tony shouted in panic as a flash of green over to the ex winter soldier.

Tony couldn’t believe his eyes.