#marvel mcu kin

[canoncallings]

It's Wanda Maximoff-Shade here.

(Adult, she/her-they/them)

I'm looking for my boys, Billy and Tommy. I miss you. Please, let me know you're out there, that I'm not just losing my mind. My heart is breaking...

x

[kendallsroyco]

Charlie Cox but his chest hair keeps increasing 🤤

[visionandwanda1218]

And despite everything we said hello again.

Vision: "I've Never Experienced Loss, Because I've Never Had A Loved One To Lose. But What Is Grief If Not Love Persevering?"

...

Vision: "Wanda, I know we can’t stay like this. But before I go, I feel I must know. What am I?"

Wanda: "You, Vision, are the piece of the Mind Stone that lives in me. You are a body of wires and blood and bone that I created. You are my sadness and my hope. But mostly, you’re my love."

Vision: "I have been a voice with no body. A body, but not human. And now a memory made real. Who knows what I might be next? We have said goodbye before, so it stands to reason..."

Wanda: "We’ll say hello again."

Wandavision

😭

*sob*

*sigh*

...and here I am...once again broken by a TV show...

Post scriptum:

Besides all the beautifully sad and tragically romantic vibes here, I feel no one talks enough about Darcy Lewis. I love how Kat Dennings once again did her thing! Just loved the character since her first appearance in Thor back then. Simply the cutest punch lines in the Multiverse...

[cowboy-caboodles]

science dads because we deserved a scene where peter interacts with bruce and tony!! and they do cool experiments in the lab!! and they talk in scientific jargon!! we were ROBBED!!

(captions for if you can’t read my handwriting: TOP LEFT CORNER: “omg i can’t believe you’re actually the hulk, how does it work, does it hurt, do your bones break or do they grow i have to know” TOP RIGHT CORNER: “thx for letting me use ur lab!!” BOTTOM LEFT CORNER: Tony says “should i get him up??” Bruce replies “no honey just let him sleep” Tony then says “he’s drooling on my sterile lab equipment”)

[mischa-leper]

I love these queers

[eli-evermore]

posting my kinlist because I want to be judged (please I need to feel something, someome judge me based off my kins)

(also a little message, I do NOT support vivziepop, and I do not share their beliefs. I stopped watching the show after finding out how problematic they are, but that doesn't mean I don't still love the show and the characters inside the story</3)

[visionandwanda1218]

For me I'll be like

And then I'll see something and suddenly I'm

And the worst thing is sometimes both of them at once and I want a mid century house in northern NJ but I also want my dragons but I wanna go chill with Steve and Sam but I also really miss drinking wine and shit talking with Tyrion

Being a fictionkin is such an experience.

one moment your a angry shrimp then your a TV with parental issues and a god complex.

then suddenly your BOTH. U feel the tv on ur head but also the shrimp part of ur head at the same time.

sigh.

Anyways images of me

[letsbuckthisshiup]

you can tell I have a specific kin type-

😂😂

ngl this post kinda stupid

[ishomieokay]

❝All the King's Horses❞ (Pt. I)

pairing: loki x thor

✰ summary - When Thor ascends the throne after Odin’s death, Loki knows his place as a subject. But Thor's devotion runs deeper than brotherhood. In the shadow of Asgard’s golden halls, can Loki resist the will of his King?

✰ tags//warnings: alternate universe, dark!thor, pseudo-incest, love confessions, dark magic, power imbalance, forced relationship, soul bond. Part II. AO3.

✰ a/n: I've been very vocal in the past about how much I do not like Thorki, so this feels kind of hypocritical. That said, it's mostly because people always write it as a cute, fluffy relationship and I just know... it wouldn't be like that. Adopted or not, this is incest and not healthy by definition. I wrote this story envisioning a dynamic that is very much abusive and non-consensual, so you've been warned.

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The golden light of the throne room seemed harsher than usual. It gleamed off the polished walls and set Loki's dark hair aglow like a raven's wing. He stood at the edge of the dais, his hands clasped behind his back, his posture deceptively calm. Yet his heart betrayed him with its uneven rhythm, the treacherous thrum of unease.

Thor sat on the throne, a shadow of their father in his regal bearing, yet undeniably himself—proud, broad, unyielding. The weight of Mjölnir rested against the throne's arm, a symbol of his power, his right to rule.

Loki’s voice broke the heavy silence, smooth and unruffled as ever. “The All-Father would be proud, I’m sure.”

Thor smiled, the kind of smile that felt like a sunrise breaking across a battlefield or the warmth of a summer morning. “And what of you, brother? Are you proud?”

The word brother hung in the air like the toll of a distant bell—resonant, almost mournful. Loki shifted on his feet.

“I am but your humble subject now, Your Majesty,” he replied, his lips curling into something faintly sardonic, his emerald eyes flicking up to meet Thor’s. “It would not matter what I feel.”

Thor rose, his steps echoing through the hall as he descended the dais. Loki hated the way his pulse quickened at the sight of him, the way Thor’s sheer presence filled the room like a storm threatening to break.

“You matter,” Thor said, stopping mere inches from him. His voice was low, almost tender, yet there was a gravity in it that made Loki’s breath catch. “You always matter to me.”

Loki’s mask slipped for only a heartbeat, a flicker of unease cracking the surface. “How magnanimous of you,” he said, the sharpness in his tone a thin veil over his discomfort.

Thor reached out, brushing a hand against Loki’s arm. The gesture was fleeting, but it carried a weight that made Loki’s skin burn.

“I made it special,” Thor said, his voice almost a whisper, but it carried the power of a confession. “Just for you.”

Loki’s gaze darted to the golden goblet Thor held out to him. Intricate runes carved along its surface shimmered in the light. They weren’t just decorative—Loki recognized the bindrunes immediately. The pattern was unmistakable, ancient and sacred, the kind meant to signify love and devotion. He could feel their energy emanating from the cup, almost as if they whispered promises in a language too old to be spoken aloud.

He hesitated. “This…” He trailed off, his eyes narrowing. “Is for me?” 

“For you,” Thor confirmed, his voice steady, his eyes earnest.

“Do you even understand what they mean?” Loki arched an eyebrow, an edge creeping into his voice.

Thor stepped closer, his towering frame now invading Loki’s personal space entirely. “Do you?”

Loki’s lips pressed into a thin line. Of course he did—better than Thor ever could. He’d studied these runes, felt their power, and knew what they represented. This was not a careless act. Thor had chosen these deliberately.

“This is not something you can offer lightly,” Loki said, his voice darker now, wary. “Runes like these... they bind, Thor. They demand truth, fidelity.”

Thor tilted his head slightly, his expression softening. “Do you believe I do anything lightly when it comes to you?”

Loki’s chest tightened. He wanted to laugh, to deflect, to cut Thor down with some biting retort, but his tongue felt heavy.

“You assume too much,” Loki managed at last, his voice brittle.

“And you assume too little,” Thor countered, holding the goblet closer to him. “Take it.”

The command in his voice was subtle but undeniable. When Loki didn’t immediately obey, Thor added, “Drink, Loki. I had it made not for a subject, not for a servant, but for you. As you are. No masks, no schemes. Just you.”

Loki’s hands trembled as he reached for the goblet. His fingers brushed Thor’s, and the warmth of his skin sent a shiver up his spine. The runes seemed to pulse with life, as though they were aware of Loki’s hesitation, aware of his turmoil. He stared into the liquid within, its surface reflecting the light of the hall and distorting his own image. 

Thor’s voice broke through his thoughts, soft but insistent. “You bowed to me, during my coronation. Pledged allegiance to me. If you spoke the truth, then, what have you to fear? The runes will not bind you to me, anymore than your vows already have.” 

Loki’s gaze flicked upward, meeting Thor’s. It was a lie, of course. Were the circumstances different, he would be impressed. He’d never known of his brother’s talent for manipulation. With this one gesture, Thor was asking for a different kind of devotion, not the type a subject had for his king, and they both knew it. 

For a long moment, they stood in silence, the air between them heavy with tension, with unspoken words, with the weight of choices yet to be made. He had no say in the matter, truly. He never had. Finally, Loki lifted the goblet to his lips, the cool metal brushing against his skin as the runes hummed with approval.

The goblet’s contents were warm as they slid down Loki’s throat, rich and heady, unlike any mead he’d tasted before. The runes carved into the gold seemed to pulse as if in recognition, their soft glow intensifying for a moment before fading back into the intricate design. Loki’s chest tightened as a strange sensation rippled through him—not pain, but a warmth that coiled like a serpent around his ribs, its grip tightening with every breath.

He lowered the goblet, his fingers trembling. The room suddenly felt suffocating, the air too thick to draw in properly. Loki’s first instinct was to lash out, to cast the goblet away and spit some venomous remark at Thor. Yet he couldn’t move.

Thor was watching him closely, his blue eyes sharp and assessing, like a hunter waiting for his prey to react to the snare.

“What have you done?” Loki finally rasped, his voice strained.

These were not mere love runes. Underneath, there was something else.

Thor stepped closer, his expression unreadable, though his tone was soft—almost soothing. “Only what was necessary.”

Loki staggered back a step, but Thor caught his arm, his grip firm, unyielding.

“Let go of me,” Loki hissed, though there was no power behind the words.

“I can’t,” Thor said simply, his voice steady as a mountain. “Not now. Not ever.”

The weight of Thor’s words crashed down on Loki like a hammer. The warmth spreading through his body wasn’t fading—it was growing, binding itself to him. His magic, always a steady hum at the edge of his awareness, faltered and twisted. He felt... tethered, as though an invisible chain now linked him to Thor.

“What is this?” Loki demanded, panic creeping into his voice despite himself. “What have you done to me?”

“The runes… they bind us, Loki. You cannot lie to me now, nor act against me.” Thor’s gaze softened, but there was no regret in it. “Worry not, brother. You are safe with me.”

Safe. The word rang hollow in Loki’s ears. He wrenched his arm free, but the effort left him trembling.

“Safe?” he spat, his voice rising. “You dare speak of safety while binding me like a prisoner?”

Thor’s expression hardened. “No one but me can keep you safe, Loki. From others, and from yourself.”

Who will save me from you, though? Loki thought, but he did not say it aloud. His tongue, as sharp as ever, felt leaden now, weighed down by the binding magic. He turned away, his mind racing. This was worse than a cage—it was a collar, one forged with ancient magic that no blade or spell could sever. And Thor… Thor was holding the chain.

“Why have you done this?” Loki said, his voice quieter now, the defiance in it diminished but not extinguished. “I would not have betrayed you. I would not have .”

“So you say,” Thor replied. He stepped closer again, his presence enveloping, suffocating. “Your trickery is well known across the Realms, Loki. It’s become clear to me that you cannot be trusted. My hand was forced. It was either this, or exile.”

Loki wanted to laugh, to sneer, to fight, but every part of him screamed that it would be futile. Thor wasn’t simply his King now—he was his keeper. And Loki, for all his cleverness, had no idea how to free himself from this prison.

He turned to meet Thor’s gaze, his green eyes blazing with a mixture of hatred and anguish. “I am not yours to keep.”

“Perhaps not. But I am your King.” Thor smiled faintly, tilting his head. “You will learn to accept this, with time.”

[goldrshr]

im sick this girl likes my crush and he's flirting back with her is this what bucky barnes felt like in first avenger

[visionandwanda1218]

I miss karaoke with Vizh and Stephen and Wong in London.

I miss Music Night and smoking weed with Steve and Sam and Scott at the Avengers base in upstate NY.

I miss the cozy years with Pápa and Raven and Pietro deep in the forest of Transia.

It’s missing everyone hours, ahem.

I MISS YOU ALL SO BAD, I MISS DEAN, I MISS SAM, I MISS JACK, YES, EVEN BOBBY AND CROWEY,, surprising I know, I MISS YOU ALL PLEASEEEE when am I going to find you all again ?

- castiel, supernatural fictionkin.

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[findinyourkin]

Hi! Peter Parker here! I’m reaching out for anyone else in the Marvel universe! Body is almost 21 so 18+. Interact and I’ll reach out!

-Pete 🕸️

!!!!!!!!

[find-a-canonmate]

Current name/pronouns: This is Sam (Wilson) filling this out right now. Pronouns are he/him.

Source: Marvel/MCU

Character(s) you are: Sam Wilson, but we also have John Walker, Yelena and a Bucky looking for anyone to talk to. We have more marvel and even dc comics fictives.

Body age: 21

Fictionfolk ID: Fictives

Relationship type: Any interaction is welcome really, we would love to talk about source memories to see if anyone has similar ones.

Canon lenient or divergent: A mix of both for all of us, feel free to ask us to elaborate.

How to contact: @jw-agent is our account to reach out on, but we are also very much more active on discord at impala-sixtyseven .

Personal DNI: Please be bodily an adult!! No bigots. Basic DNI.

Good luck, Sam!

[jester-gestures]

Anyone got an active Marvel fictionfolk discord by chance? Note that we are pro endo so won't join any that are anti. It's fine if it's smaller, we honestly prefer that

- Two Marvel fictives who want buddies

[caninegrove]

𓆩✧`〖 Loki Laufeyson ID Pack 〗´✧𓆪

✧ Tagging ;; @lokinnnie ︶⊹���︶ᗢ︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶ᗢ︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶ᗢ︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶ᗢ︶

'ᗢ' Names ;; ➢ Loki , Levi , Trickster , Jinx , Mischief , Discord , Ace , Anarchy , Liam , Luca , Atlas , Leo , Kai , Onxy , Orion , Vidar , Rey , Fenrir , Ryo , Talon , Fenris , Malaki , Luke , Lux , Aesir , Floki , Ivor , Magnus , Norrell , Rune , Tyr 'ᗢ' Usernames ;; ➢ TheGodofMischief , TheTrickster , TheCunningTricksterOfAsgard , MasterOfMagicAndSorcery , DeityOfLiesAndEvil , CauseofMayhem , BrotherofThor , SonofOdin , GreenLies , TricksterGod , AMonstrousFrostGiant , TheSorcererInGreen , ASorcererInGreen , TricksHiddenBehindDarkMagic , TheShiftingTrickster , TheScarletWitch , AMischiviousSnake 'ᗢ' Pronouns ;; ➢ He/Him , She/Her , He/Her , She/Him , Hy/Hym , Shy/Hyr , Ea/Eam , Ey/Em , Dae/Daem , Ce/Cir , Fe/Fae , Hye/Hyer , Ly/Lyr , Nae/Naem , Ny/Nym , Ve/Vem , Vy/Vym , Vae/Vaem , Ve/Vis , Vhe/Vher , Xe/Xim , Xhe/Xher , Xy/Xym , Xae/Xaem , Ze/Zem , Zhe/Zher , Zae/Zaem , Zy/Zyr , Trick/Tricks , Evil/Evils , Mischief/Mischievous , Jinx/Jinxs , Lie/Lies , Deity/Deities , God/Gods , Rogue/Rogues , Magic/Magics , Magick/Magicks , Antic/Antics , Discord/Discords , Mayhem/Mayhems , Hoax/Hoax , Illusion/Illusions , Deceive/Deceives , Fake/Fakes , Trix/Trix , Havoc/Havocs , Chaos/Chaos , Riot/Riots , Witch/Witches , Snake/Snakes , Green/Greens , Shift/Shifts , Gold/Golds , Sorcerer/Sorcerer , Sorcery/Sorceries , Occult/Occults , Cast/Casts , Spell/Spells , Serpent/Serpents , Venom/Venoms , Viper/Vipers , Scale/Scales , Slither/Slithers , Twist/Twists , Sly/Slys , Dark/Darks , Wicked/Wickeds , Malevolent/Malevolents , Envy/Envys , Jealous/Jealous , 👑/👑's , 🐍/🐍's , ✨/✨'s , 💥/💥's ,🌪️/🌪️'s , 🎭/🎭's , 🎲/🎲's , 🗡️/🗡️'s , 🔮/🔮's , 💣/💣's , 🧨/🧨's , 💚/💚's 'ᗢ' Identity ;; ➢ Genderfluid , Godgender , Ancientdeitic , Destructiondeity , Illuusiondeity , Envydeity , Snakedeity , Chaosdeity , Godkin , Godbodiment , Liebodiment , Chaosgender , Shappeshifterkinfluid , Deiitykin , Villainaesic , Mischieflexic , Villaingender , Antagogender , Evilnatured , Trickgender , Shapeshiftergender , Snakegender , Trickstergener , Snakevillic , Aldersnake , Greengender , Greenaesic , GreenSnakekin , Witchgender , Envian , Envybodiment , Magicgender , Lokimarvelcharic , Liegodic , Loktian , Lokisnakegender , Lokicharic , Magicaesic

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[puppyhigh]

did one of these for fun as a serious spiritual fictionkin :D +template!

sourcemates pspsps. If u want. :3