#Erya lainfa

[erya-tale]

I'm sorry for my lack of activity, agAin.

I'm behind on my homeworks, I have poor time management skills and posting on social media tires me for some reason ??

So no Calli this week again.. But ! I'll answer the asks and make updates during the holydays ! So in about a week- I should be back for a bit-. And I'll finally go look at all the things I missed and talk with some friends fkdjdjsj. I would love to promise more but I have another project I'm working on as well-

Anyway, love you all. You're amazing.

[eryanlainfa]

I tried to do a lineless drawing ! Looks at this cute spidey and his Ironman toy !

I wanted to draw something cute and sweet but after the Sony and Disney mess, I thought something less bright was fitting haha-

[movinglabonart]

erya-lainfa

replied to your post

“So I am in a BIG art rut, and I’m still high on Good Omens, so I’m...”

I- I would love to give you amazing and inspiring prompts but the only thing my brain is picturing right now is Crowley and Aziraphale drinking bubble tea

Aw that’s really cute!  I’m sorry I’ve done this:

 [link to new blog] 

[nalasnowpaws]

Pass the happy! 🧡 When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people in your notifications!

Five things that make me happy.

1. My eclectic playlist/Music.

2.Roleplay/games.

3.Heroic/fictional Characters. ( there's just something about a hero, to me.)

4. Hugs ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ(dont judge me 😝)

5. Comfort foods

#Tag, your it. @yourdorkyskelly @ask-shira-n-kuro @mistrealm @isnt-that-something @erya-lainfa @unik-world @alyss-eiz @fluffartist @bluebird-in-a-cagedrawing @the-shadow-lair

[loki-of-mischeif]

Chapters: 15/? Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: LokiXReader - Relationship, platonic thorxreader, platonic peterxreader, platonic tonyxreader, platonic avengersxreader Characters: Reader Insert - Character, Loki, Thor, Tony Stark, Iron Man, Captain America - Character, Steve Rogers, Bucky, Spiderman, Peter Parker, Hulk, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Black Widow, Hawkeye, Clint, Nick Fury, Dr Strange, Black Panther, Possibly More - Character Additional Tags: Love, Angst, Pain, Blood, Fighting, Swearing, AU, prompt request, prompt, request, Bruises, Cuts, Scars, Serious, Funny, Kidnapping, shrines, Fox Spirit, Magic, powers, Cute, mush, but not too much, cuz im better at angst, Hurt, Hate, Death, spells, Fox - Freeform, let me know if theres anything else Series: Part 1 of Marvel Summary:

You're a Japanese Kitsune (fox spirit). When a wildfire threatens your shrine, the Avengers save you, taking you in as their own. Not long afterwards Thor appears with his brother, Loki.

You don't know what to think of him at first, but grow closer to him as time goes on.

- This was a prompt that was sent to me through Tumblr as a request, so here it is. I haven't posted any of my Marvel work before so this is probably gonna be bad aha...-

Taglist - (let me know if you wanna be added)

@lady--iron​ @thatoneacepopsiclestick​ @erya-lainfa​ @legally-immortal​@figliadimarte @notfergusmom @nekoamamori​  @stars-in-mine-eyes​ @i-love-peterstark-3000​ @echozeecinnamonbun​ @ought-to-be-studying @nekoamamori​ @erya-lainfa​ @consultingcriminalatyourservice​

[somethingjustsouthofbrilliance]

Fool Me Once. Chapter 5 (epilogue)

Phew, well, that short epilogue got away from me a bit (2k+ words, geesh).  But, anyway, here it is, the, hopefully, satisfying conclusion.  Just some angst and fluff :)  Chapter 1 with links to all the subsequent chapters is here.

Tagging @tonystark5ever  @ambersagen  @larrklopp @livgg15 @anastasiaformarvel @cwar1864 @pleasant-music-bouquet @journeythroughtherain  @chrwythyn @fondofeveryprickle  @erya-lainfa @elenajones23 @hurricanesass @asdfghjkldafuq @chanderefk @giulisetta

Hopefully, I didn’t miss anyone.

Chapter 5. Epilogue

Carefully she pushes open the door to Tony’s room, throwing a quick hopeful look at the man in bed before looking away, disheartened.  Settles her gaze on the small, hunched over figure at his bedside instead.  The kid.  Peter.  She’s not surprised to see him here.  As far as she knows, he hasn’t left Tony’s side since…

 She shakes herself out of the disturbing memories, closes the door behind her with a soft click. She knows he heard her, sees the telltale tension in his shoulders.  But he doesn’t turn around, remains as he is, slouched awkwardly in a bedside chair, one hand stretched out toward Tony, fingers curled lightly around his wrist, resting on the skin above his pulse point.  Checking, she realizes, her lips curving into a smile, soft and fond.

 “Any change?” she asks, knowing the answer even before the kid shakes his head mournfully, his shoulders seeming to sag even more.  She sighs, closing her eyes briefly, swallows past the now ever-present lump of worry. At least he’s still breathing, she thinks ruefully, at least he’s alive.

She takes a step closer to the bed, placing a hesitant hand on the teen’s hunched back.  “How are you holding up?”

 Peter shrugs minutely under her hand.  “I’m fine,” comes the response, and the inflection in his voice is so much like Tony’s, it makes her heart ache.

 “Your aunt called,” she tries again.  “She’s worried.  Wanted me to ask you to go home and rest a bit.”

 He turns toward her then, cheeks pale, eyes red.  “I’m fine, Ms. Potts, really,” he says, chin wobbling unconvincingly.  “Besides,” he shrugs again, drops his gaze back to where his hand lies curled around Tony’s.  “Colonel Rhodes isn’t here.  You and Mr. Hogan are leaving, too, and I… I don’t want him to wake up alone.”

 There’s no judgment in his voice, but she can’t help a flush of guilt that heats her cheeks at his words. She can’t stay, as much as she would have wanted to (and she does want to, she really, really does).  Because she’s got a multi-billion dollar company to run, Tony’s company, and she was already gone for several days – she can’t afford to be absent any more.  Tony would understand, she knows he would.  But it doesn’t make leaving any easier.

 “How could he do this?”

 The murmured words snap her out of the self-recriminating downward spiral of her thoughts, and she frowns questioningly at Peter’s downturned face, waiting for him to elaborate.

 He does.

 “Rogers.”  The teen’s free hand clenches into a fist, the muscles under Pepper’s hand bunching up with tension.  “Mr. Stark was his friend, his teammate.  How could he just fire on him like that for… for no reason?  I don’t… I don’t understand.”

 She bites her lip against an all-too-familiar upsurge of anger, counts to ten in her head, letting that anger fizzle out.  There’s no room for it here, not now, not in this place.  She nods silently to herself, lets her hand slide down from Peter’s shoulder.  Walks slowly around him to stand by Tony’s head.

 “Did he ever tell you about a man named Obadiah?” she asks, reaching down to push a stubborn lock of hair off Tony’s forehead.  Rests her fingertips against the cool, pale skin.  

 “No.”

 She smiles, wistful and knowing. She wasn’t expecting anything else – Tony isn’t the type to talk about the things that trouble him, not until those things become too much for him to handle.  His post-New York nightmares were a great testament to that.  She closes her eyes briefly, inhales, long and deep.

 “Obadiah was Tony’s mentor,” she says finally, absently rubbing her thumb back and forth along the skin above Tony’s brow.  “Ever since his parents were… ever since they died,” she stumbles, not quite ready to voice this latest betrayal, “he became like a father to him.”

 “What…uh… what happened?” Peter’s attention is on her now, undivided, brown eyes watching her expectantly.

 Her lips twitch – a twisted, bitter semblance of a smile.  “He paid a terrorist group to have Tony killed.”

 Peter’s eyes widen impossibly, mouth falling open in obvious shock.  “What?”

 She nods, looking away, the grainy images of Tony’s torment flickering before her in her mind’s eye – as horrifyingly vivid as when she first saw them over eight years ago.   “Turns out Obadiah was dealing weapons illegally behind Tony’s back, and he needed Tony out of the way so he could take over the company and continue his dealings on a larger scale.  We didn’t know.  Nobody knew.” She squeezes her eyes shut for a moment, forcing the images away. Her fingers tremble against Tony’s skin and she pulls her hand away, curls it into a fist at her side in an attempt to hide the tremor.

 “And then when Tony came back and started going after all those illegal weapons, Obadiah decided to take matters into his own hands.  Quite literally.”  She clasps her hands together, clenches them hard, her nerves getting the better of her. Takes another breath that feels too shaky to her somehow.  “He wanted Tony to die knowing that his legacy was going to be exactly what he feared, what he despised – a Merchant of Death.  He ripped the arc reactor out of Tony’s chest, while telling him how he planned to use that technology to create a line of iron soldiers, monsters powered by the very thing that was giving Tony life.”

 Beside her she hears Peter gasp.  Watches as the teen blinks rapidly, his face growing impossibly white.

 “His arc reactor?  He… he took his…?  And then Rogers …with his shield…?” Peter clamps his free hand over his mouth, looking for all the world like he’s about to get sick.

 She grasps his shoulders, crouches in front of him to capture the panicked, wide-eyed gaze.  “Breathe,” she orders him softly.  “Come on, Peter, breathe.”

 The teen shakes his head furiously, his features crumpling.  Stares back at her, looking so lost, so helpless, that she moves before her conscious mind comprehends her intentions.  Wraps her arms around him, holding him tight as he shivers against her.

 “He… he gave him back that shield after… after this…  He protected him in battle…,” Peter gasps out into her shoulder, and she tightens her hold on him because he’s shivering harder now, undercurrents of anger slipping into his voice.  “Why?”

 She huffs mirthlessly, pulls away, waiting until he meets her gaze.  “Would you believe me if I told you he tried to save Obadiah, too?  Even after everything that man has done?”

 Peter gapes at her, incredulous, and she sees the exact moment the realization strikes; the moment that disbelief and anger bleed out of those big brown eyes to be replaced with understanding and then acceptance.  

 “Yeah,” the kid agrees, hoarse, his gaze drifting over to Tony’s unconscious form.  “Yeah,” he repeats, his voice tinged with a kind of mournful fondness that she herself has felt all too frequently toward Tony, “I would.”

 She smiles wistfully at the familiar sentiment displayed so clearly on the teen’s face, at the protectiveness she feels rolling off of him in waves.  Tony was right, she thinks.  He’s a good kid.  

 She straightens back up, leans toward him, placing a quick kiss on his cheek.  “Thank you, Peter,” she tells him as he blinks at her, surprised, eyebrows raised in near-comic confusion.  “Tony… he doesn’t have too many people around him that he can trust not to….” She cuts a glance at Tony’s motionless form, a watery veil washing out his slack features.  Presses her lips together, feeling the saltiness of tears against the tip of her tongue.  “…not to break him,” she whispers, swiping a hand across her eyes before meeting Peter’s open, empathetic gaze once more. “Thank you for being one of the few good ones,” she tells him sincerely, and he nods mutely, his own eyes looking suspiciously wet.

 She squeezes his shoulder one last time in a gesture of comfort, turns her attention back to Tony. She hates seeing him like this – so pale, so uncharacteristically still.  Another injury, another close call.  Too close this time around.   She blinks away another stray tear, raises her hand to wipe it off her cheek.  Leans down, brushing her lips across Tony’s temple.

 “You gotta wake up, honey,” she whispers above his ear.  “I really need you to.  We all do.” She presses her lips to the cool skin once more, squinting against the insistent burn of tears.  “Please.”

 ***

 Peter dreams – a fragmented, disjointed sequence of images, flashes of light and dark.  A memory, but not quite.  

 He’s with his Uncle Ben, they’re returning home from a fair, walking down a side street to get to the bus.  Suddenly something emerges from the shadows – a darkness that momentarily obscures the picture before him, and then he’s on his knees on the ground, leaning over Uncle Ben’s body as his life’s blood seeps out of him into the cold, gray stone.  He cries and he pleads for his Uncle not to leave him, but the man disappears before him, his features dissolving, morphing into another, equally familiar, equally dear. Peter reaches for him, but a large figure inserts itself between him and Mr. Stark.  Pushes Peter out of the way, throws him aside like a weightless rag doll. And Peter can’t get back on his feet quickly enough, struggles futilely against the sudden heaviness of his limbs that slows his movements to a crawl. And he’s powerless to stop what happens, to prevent that creature from pouncing on Mr. Stark, the sound of metal hitting flesh deafening in the shadowed space.  He screams in rage, strains against his uncooperative muscles, fighting to inch closer.

He finally makes it, but not before the creature grips the edges of the arc reactor with its claw-like appendage and yanks it out, disappearing into the night.  

 “No!”

 Mr. Stark gasps in pain, his body jerking upward with the force of the pull before falling limply back onto the ground, eyes slipping closed. And Peter moans in distress, dropping to his knees beside him.  

 “No.”

 He pulls the man toward him, tapping his cheek in an attempt to rouse him.  Wraps his arms around him, pleading, pleading for him to wake up.  But he remains silent, still, and the air seems to grow colder and colder and colder.  And he feels the exact moment that the faint, thready beat of Mr. Stark’s heart slowly, inexorably comes to a stop.

 “No…”

 He jolts awake as the hand he’s been clinging to all this time shifts minutely in his grip.  He raises his head up off the bed, blinks myopically at his surroundings, the harrowing visions from his uneasy slumber still standing before him in his mind’s eye.   And then his wide-eyed, bleary gaze settles on the pale face of his mentor, on the thin sliver of brown that grows wider with each labored flutter of the eyelids, and the last of the sleep-induced haze surrounding his brain leaves him in a rush.

 “Mr. Stark!  You’re–”

 His lower lip wobbles, and he already feels the tears coming, his emotions too frayed for him to wrestle back under control.  Mr. Stark’s eyes widen in confusion and worry, his hand twisting within Peter’s grasp, fingers scrambling weakly to grasp Peter’s wrist.  That gesture, that feeble attempt at comfort is enough to sever what’s left of the strings holding him up, and Peter crumples forward like a broken marionette, burying his face in his mentor’s chest as tears stream down his face, burning him from the inside out.

 He can hear Mr. Stark’s worried calls of his name, can feel the man’s arms, weak and trembling with effort, as they wrap gently if a bit awkwardly around his sob-wracked frame. Focuses on the steady beat of the heart underneath his ear, strong, reassuring.  Thinks back to those awful minutes when he felt that heart stop, the sudden absence of its faint, halting rhythm dousing his senses with a wave of crushing, bone-chilling cold that froze him mid-swing, nearly made him lose his grip on the webbing as he rushed to get Mr. Stark to safety.  Thinks of the hours spent outside the operating room as he waited, as they all waited to know if Mr. Stark would live or die.  Thinks of the days, days, days of more waiting, of cautious, slowly fading optimism, of regretful, pitying looks thrown his way…

 “Hey.” Mr. Stark’s hand shifts, and he feels it ruffle clumsily through his hair, feels the brush of a thumb across his tear-stained cheek.  “I’m okay, kid.  I’m alright.”

 He nods at the raspy whisper, burrows deeper into the solid warmth of his mentor’s embrace, letting the tangibility of it soothe his overwrought senses.  Real, he reminds himself, feeling the first huff of genuine, relieved laughter bubble wetly to the surface even as he clings to that reality for dear life.  Real.  Alive.

 He doesn’t notice drifting back to sleep, his body, exhausted by too many sleepless, worry-wrought nights, succumbing to its need to rest, to recharge.  But this time there’s a cocoon of safety around him that, he knows, somehow, even in the fog of sleep, won’t let him go, a steady thrum of heartbeat against his ear, and there are no more nightmares.  

The End

[metalandfood]

First Chapter up!

Finally got the first chapter up. It’s on AO3 here. I’m still not happy with this chapter.

And read here under the cut

                                                         Tuna Melt

It’s always the same routine every week. At a designated restaurant or a bar on the weekend, 2 people would order different things and reflect on their lives. More specifically, 2 very tired friends of the Sorcerer Supreme and Iron Man.

It started after Tony Stark and Stephen Strange became somewhat friendly acquaintances after the Infinity War. What started out as a weekly occurrence where both would snark at each other soon became a daily occurrence with each of them staring at each other longingly when they think the other person is unaware. And James Rhodes and Wong (like Beyonce) are sick of it. More importantly, they’re sick of hearing it from their idiotic best friends.

It became as a form of therapy as well as a tentative friendship for the 2 of them to bond over their pain of dealing with 2 geniuses but absolute morons.

Which is why Rhodey and Wong are in a small café having sandwiches while complaining about their best friends. Just about every conversation would start out with this sentence…

“What’d he do?”

“Made a screensaver of Stark’s butt on his phone.  I think the Cloak of Levitation helped take the picture. What yours do?”

“Got a full-sized poster of Strange topless hanging in his room. How he got a picture, I don’t want to know.”

“They really are hopeless aren’t they?”

“Even the spider kid is making a blog about it.”

“Should someone tell them?”

“Nah, they’ll deny it and become bigger idiots. Remember the last time they did that? They didn’t speak to each for 3 days and got spider boy to carry messages on top of drunk crying into a photograph.”

“I still got the video of that. I’ll play that during their wedding. Want to go to the new bar next time? I hear they have 2 for 1 drinks.”

“Sure, hey bring some of those dumplings. My mom loves them.”

With the bill paid (always by Rhodey), the two would leave to their respective homes. Of course, much to their chagrin they would always find something disturbing whenever they come back.

Rhodey would find himself staring at a scene of Tony Stark erecting a Stephen Strange shrine complete with handmade figurines. Some of those figurines look far too anatomically detailed…and naked…

“Goddamnit Tony…”

Wong on the other hand will find himself catching Stephen Strange watching Tony Stark shower through one of the scrying mirrors.

“The scrying mirrors are not for your voyeuristic pursuits Stephen!”

  Tagging all these lovely people who love my tired boys and putting up with my Ironstrange shitposts 

@staryjoy @meshkol @polizwrites  (AO3 handle here  Politzania)

 @saratsuzuki @overlycaffeinatedwarmage @thefandombeckons @ineffableyellow @lucifers-favorite-child @thewitch243 @ssironstrange @kitty-kye22 @mistressstrange  @strange-smirk @porpoiseprideparade @erya-lainfa @anti-teenidol @proflazarussnape @memoirsofaquestionmark @sugarize @grumpyfluffysloth @detafo @fangirl-suri @alltingfinns @stxrmora @fandomtrash425  @evilmills @ninacloverfield @ladyofinfinity @galaxylucia  @amberflipflop @extraordinaryloki @lily292 @hawkeyebitches @satans-poptarts @gwendolyn-loves-gay @piratekingpitchblack  

[erya-tale]

Who's your creator again ?

"oh.. You probably know them as Erya Lainfa..? Our souls were linked so they could use me as their persona. Let me illustrate it.. Give me a second-"

She takes a piece of chalk and starts doodling on the wall

"I was specifically created to be their vessel.. And well.. I didn't have much more to do anyway so it was fine with me."

"... I think it's actually the first time we aren't connected at all.. It feels weird"

[eryanlainfa]

New profile picture UwU

[nalasnowpaws]

@mistrealm @isnt-that-something thank you both for tagging me. All my love to all of you I know on Tumblr. @yourdorkyskelly @unik-world @ask-shira-n-kuro @erya-lainfa @the-shadow-lair @lizzie-tempest I know I'm missing some your no less loved.

Did you ever just feel so lucky for knowing someone you met online? Like.. I was one click away from not following you. I was one second away from never even knowing of your existence.  I would never have been this happy. 

[loki-of-mischeif]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Thor (Movies) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: platonic Thorki - Relationship, all platonic really, other than the already established ones in canon Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor, Odin, Frigga, Jane Foster (Marvel), Darcy, Grandmaster, Thanos (Marvel), Hela (Marvel), Heimdall (Marvel), Sif (Marvel), Warriors Three (Marvel), The Avengers - Character, Tony Stark, Iron Man, Steve Rogers, Captain America - Character, Bruce Banner, Hulk, Black Widow, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Hawkeye, Erik Selvig, Malekith (Marvel), The Destroyer, maybe more' Additional Tags: Torture, Pain, Wounds, Blood, Angst, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicidal Tendancies, Suicide Attempts, multiple - Freeform, Time Travel, AU sort of, dark world events, Sort Of, Suicidal Loki, mention of rape, Mention of injuries, Mind Control, magic use, prisoner, Malnutrition, Starvation, Cutting, Stabbing, Burning, Fighting, Bad Parenting, duh - Freeform, Insanity, Crying, Sadness, Hurt, Regret, Mourning, Sacrifice, Loki Needs a Hug, Self Harm, Suicide, Death, Self Isolation, self-hate, helf-harm, Self-Blame, Violence, people shouldn't let me write about my favourite characters, Maybe more - Freeform, let me know if i missed any Series: Part 4 of Marvel Summary:

Loki was supposed to be dead. So why had he woken up? Alone and bleeding, in the dark world?

He had been so looking forward to not having to feel anything ever again.

Why did nothing ever go as he had planned?

AKA, the universe isn't done with Loki even though he's done with the universe. This may get a bit confusing, there's gonna be a big mystery and it's gonna be a long one~

Taglist - (let me know if you wanna be added)

@lady--iron​ @thatoneacepopsiclestick​ @erya-lainfa​ @legally-immortal​@figliadimarte @notfergusmom @nekoamamori​  @stars-in-mine-eyes​ @i-love-peterstark-3000​ @echozeecinnamonbun​  @ought-to-be-studying @nekoamamori​​ @erya-lainfa​​ @consultingcriminalatyourservice

[erya-tale]

Hello there ! Welcome !

My main undertale OC is Calligraphy ! Nickname : Calli. She's a skeleton girl who once was human and had the soul of justice.

More informations about her and her universe under the cut~

My main art account : @eryan-lainfa

You can check #informations for asks with backstory infos in it. And #concept for various ideas of mine.

Calli

Formerly known as some sort of persona of mine, Calli was reffered as Erya and existed solely for me to interact with undertale characters.

But our link is now broken and she has full free will for the first time in forever.

She didn't have a role in her universe and accepted me using her as a vessel. We traveled a lot but she would always go back home at some point. Sadly her universe got deleted almost a year ago, leaving her no reason to be fully herself anymore.

She's an outcode and wandered around the multiverse a lot, where she met various people and discovered various places. However, she now has her own home in a friend's universe : OtakuTale ! (if I remember correctly..)

//old appearences//

She also lives with a baby ice dragon named Thaïs she adopted not so long ago. (he's not here at the moment though)

[eryanlainfa]

[nalasnowpaws]

@erya-lainfa @eryasreblogblog @mellows-art @valiumsans @dorky--artist @kawaii-freshsans @kyonesan @smp1123 @saidebanks @justalittle-v-virus

reblog this with a gif or picture of two things or people hugging then tag as many people as you want so they get a hug today!

[loki-of-mischeif]

Chapters: 13/? Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: LokiXReader - Relationship, platonic thorxreader, platonic peterxreader, platonic tonyxreader, platonic avengersxreader Characters: Reader Insert - Character, Loki, Thor, Tony Stark, Iron Man, Captain America - Character, Steve Rogers, Bucky, Spiderman, Peter Parker, Hulk, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Black Widow, Hawkeye, Clint, Nick Fury, Dr Strange, Black Panther, Possibly More - Character Additional Tags: Love, Angst, Pain, Blood, Fighting, Swearing, AU, prompt request, prompt, request, Bruises, Cuts, Scars, Serious, Funny, Kidnapping, shrines, Fox Spirit, Magic, powers, Cute, mush, but not too much, cuz im better at angst, Hurt, Hate, Death, spells, Fox - Freeform, let me know if theres anything else Series: Part 1 of Marvel Summary:

You're a Japanese Kitsune (fox spirit). When a wildfire threatens your shrine, the Avengers save you, taking you in as their own. Not long afterwards Thor appears with his brother, Loki.

You don't know what to think of him at first, but grow closer to him as time goes on.

- This was a prompt that was sent to me through Tumblr as a request, so here it is. I haven't posted any of my Marvel work before so this is probably gonna be bad aha...-

Taglist - (let me know if you wanna be added) 

@lady--iron​ @thatoneacepopsiclestick​ @erya-lainfa​ @legally-immortal​@figliadimarte @notfergusmom @nekoamamori​  @stars-in-mine-eyes​ @i-love-peterstark-3000​ @echozeecinnamonbun​ @ought-to-be-studying @nekoamamori 

[loki-of-mischeif]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Thor (Movies) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: platonic Thorki - Relationship, all platonic really, other than the already established ones in canon Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor, Odin, Frigga, Jane Foster (Marvel), Darcy, Grandmaster, Thanos (Marvel), Hela (Marvel), Heimdall (Marvel), Sif (Marvel), Warriors Three (Marvel), The Avengers - Character, Tony Stark, Iron Man, Steve Rogers, Captain America - Character, Bruce Banner, Hulk, Black Widow, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Hawkeye, Erik Selvig, Malekith (Marvel), The Destroyer, maybe more' Additional Tags: Torture, Pain, Wounds, Blood, Angst, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicidal Tendancies, Suicide Attempts, multiple - Freeform, Time Travel, AU sort of, dark world events, Sort Of, Suicidal Loki, mention of rape, Mention of injuries, Mind Control, magic use, prisoner, Malnutrition, Starvation, Cutting, Stabbing, Burning, Fighting, Bad Parenting, duh - Freeform, Insanity, Crying, Sadness, Hurt, Regret, Mourning, Sacrifice, Loki Needs a Hug, Self Harm, Suicide, Death, Self Isolation, self-hate, helf-harm, Self-Blame, Violence, people shouldn't let me write about my favourite characters, Maybe more - Freeform, let me know if i missed any Series: Part 4 of Marvel Summary:

Loki was supposed to be dead. So why had he woken up? Alone and bleeding, in the dark world?

He had been so looking forward to not having to feel anything ever again.

Why did nothing ever go as he had planned?

AKA, the universe isn't done with Loki even though he's done with the universe. This may get a bit confusing, there's gonna be a big mystery and it's gonna be a long one~

Taglist - (let me know if you wanna be added)

@lady--iron @thatoneacepopsiclestick @erya-lainfa @legally-immortal@figliadimarte @notfergusmom @nekoamamori  @stars-in-mine-eyes @i-love-peterstark-3000 @echozeecinnamonbun @ought-to-be-studying @nekoamamori @erya-lainfa @consultingcriminalatyourservice @flamewizard77 @enchantedlokii @onyxwolfjasminebarton​